The cabin part 3

I quietly got up of the sofa, my shorts falling to my knees and my cock posting forward, swollen with blood. I pulled them up quick, the last thing I needed was for for Ellie or Andy to come down to the kitchen for a glass of water and spot us both heading, dicks out, towards the summer house. Nate, being a show off, strutted proudly across the garden with his thick, veiny cock practically bursting out of his chino fly. Nate turned to look at me, living a big hairy finger up to his lips that were buried in his key back beard, signalling me to stay quiet as he turned the handle on the door of the summer house. The summer house was small, hardly a summer house at all, more like somewhere convenient to store the pool floats and all of the patio furniture in the winter months. It was dark inside, pale blue moonlight shot through the windows and bounced off all of the outdoor games leant up against the wall. Nate lead me through to a disused set of garden chairs.

“We have to be deadly silent, if anyone ever found out about this we’d be fucked! Like, seriously FUCKED!”, he whispered, still riding the high of being turned out, dick throbbing with every heart beat. At this point I knew something was going to happen, it wasn’t going to end at a drunken mutual stroke that in some circles could be laughed off in public as intoxicated behaviour. Nate unbuttoned his shirt all the way this time, throwing over pool table behind him without breaking eye contact as I sat back into the wicker chair. His sea blue eyes kept darting back and forth between the door for look out, his throbbing meat and myself. After a couple of seconds of his glances, I took my chance, I pushed my body off of the chair and onto my knees, inches away from him, I looked up at him, mouth slightly open to check if I read the signals right. I did. Nate brought his hand up to my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip before putting it in my mouth. It tasted like salt and beer, even though on nights out and in big groups of people, I was great at commanding attention, I found myself becoming more submissive the closer his thumb got to my throat, I smiled up at him, gently biting down on his thumb.

“Open your mouth”, he whispered so quietly I had to read his lips, I did as I was told as soon as I figured out what he was muttering. Nate stepped closer until his knees were at my chest and leant over me, tilting my head up towards him. In a completely unexpected move, he edged his face closer to mine and spat in my mouth. It was warm, and still tasted of beer, well not beer exactly, but what beer smells like. I surrendered to his control whole heartedly now, drunk on alcohol and pure carnal lust. Good boy, he mouthed, standing upright again and pulling his shorts and briefs down in one movement. I knelt there, completely motionless as my brain tried to figure out if this was actually happening or not, with my mouth open, tongue out and dripping with Nate’s spit. With his right hand he grabbed his solid dick and pulled his foreskin back in front of my face, the smell was intoxicating, sweat, piss, musk all rolled into one, my head went light with the scent, like I had just taken the deepest hit of poppers. The anticipation was fucking killing me, I wanted him to ram his cock right down my throat, I could show him how a guy really knows how to suck a dick but I could tell on Nate’s face that he was enjoying this power play way too much and looking

 up at his gargantuan hairy thighs complete with tan lines, I was happy to let him. If he had some fantasy about being a big straight lad dominating his first gay conquest, then I will more than oblige and play my role.

At this point, at the back of the dark summer house and out of sight, Nate had gotten himself really worked up. With a massive grin plastered across his handsome face he took his left hand and grabbed the back of my head and rubbed the head of his cock across my tongue before pushing his whole length into my mouth. I did what I do best and without hesitation got the whole nine inches into mu mouth, I manoeuvred my head to direct his stiff cock to the back of my throat. I raised both my hands and grabbed his thick arse cheeks, trusting his hips into my face so he knew that even though he was well endowed, that I could take every inch. He released his grip of my head, throwing his hands behind his head and tensing his arse, “Ahhhhh fuuucckkk, you’re good at that”, he moaned deeply, but quiet enough to stay between us. I pulled my head back, letting the now slick wet cock slide out between my lips, stings of saliva and sweet pre-c*m still connecting us, I looked up and winked, my eyes watering a little. Nate leant back against the pool table, breathing deep, letting out little cheeky laughter in between breaths, his arse spread out in a thick mound of muscle and fat behind, his legs at a wide stance now really showing off his monumental thighs and his cock was so hard now, it pointed vertically upwards, just surpassing his belly button. I’d seen a lot of dicks in my time, but never one that big that got that hard. I took his stance as an invitation to carry on, so I crawled over to him, in control now I tugged at his heavy nuts with one hand and held the base of his cock with the other, so rock solid that the foreskin was permanently tucked behind his throbbing head. I spat on it and held it against my face, managing to lick his balls as I stroked him up and down, he through his head back in ecstasy again as got one of his nuts in my mouth, his sack was so low and his balls so big that there was no way I was getting them both in my mouth at once so I traced a line down to his hairy taint with my tongue, only stopping to pick wifey black hairs out of my teeth. His groans grew louder as I wondered if he’d ever had this kind of treatment from a girl before, his taint was soaked in spit now, I shot my jaw out to see if I could get my tongue any deeper.

“Hey, wait”, Nate said abruptly, still whispering. I’ve overstepped the mark, I thought to myself, arse play is a no go with a straight guy I guess. Nate jolted into standing position, I was so angry at myself for pushing him too far. My head now reeling again, had he sobered up?

“Oh, Nate, I’m so..”, I muttered quickly but before I had a chance to fully apologise he turned to face the pool table.

“Ive never done this before”, he whispered grinning, “so make sure do do it properly”, he ordered. He didn’t wast any time in spreading his legs and bending right over the table. His arse, although muscular, was huge. Swirls of black hair covered every inch of both cheeks, his arse was pale milky white like the top of his thighs which contrasted his heathy olive tan. The hair that covered it was a lot softer than his pubes and chest hair and seems to get denser towards the crack and taint, his furry nuts hung heavily between his thighs. I took full advantage and took a fistful of firm cheek in each hand, releasing his right cheek from my grip, I gave it a little smack to see if my theory about it jiggling was correct. It was.

 “Oi! Quietly,” Nate turned and looked over his shoulder at me, biting is bottom lip. He reached back with his thick forearms and grabbed his own arse cheeks, spreading them wide to present to me. His hole was light pink what from I could make out in the darkness through the curls of hair. He looked tight, he had never let anyone, boy or girl go near him like this before, that I was certain of.

“Ah fuck”, I moaned to myself, under my breath as I buried my face into the two white mounds of hairy flesh. His hole was musty and sweet, the smell was intoxicating again. First his cock and now his fucking arse! I could believe my luck. I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into his tight hairy hole, my hands on top of his, really pulling him apart to get the best and deepest access to it. I pulled my head back to admire the wet pink hole and wisps of wet hair before burying my face again, this time running my jaw and beard across it

“Oh, shit that feels fucking amazing bud”, Nate moaned, louder now, he threw a hand over himself to gather himself as his eyes rolled back at the feeling of my course beard and slick tongue against is hole. My Jaw aching a little now from my enthusiasm but I didn’t care because Nates untouched straight hole was was making my cock bounce with every pump of blood that travelled to it. Nate let out a muffled grunt as he stood up and turned to face me, a long string of pre-c*m dripping right in front of my face.

“Stand up”, he demanded quietly, bending down and bringing me to my feet easily with his massive hair covered arms. We stood face to face for a beat, he took his hand and put it on the back of my neck, I thought he was ready to push my head down into his musky bush again but instead he pulled my face closer to his until our lips were completely interlocked, his beer soaked tongue flicking inside my mouth made me dizzy, our beards rubbing together transferring some of his own stink onto him felt far more intimate than anything we had done up to this point. After we passionately made out he grabbed my shoulders and in one quick push we had traded places.

“Sit back”, he nodded at me, pushing my hips back onto the pool table. I gasped and looked at him in disbelief as he kneeled in front of me. Nate was eye level with my raging hard on now, his eyes wide with wonder as he reached out with his huge fist and grabbed me right at the base. His grip was so firm it made my cock throb harder than it ever had before. Nate slid his hand up and down on my length, then looking up at me with a big grin, he opened his mouth and swallowed me. Holy shit, this wasn’t a drunk straight guy just trying to shoot his load, Nate was curious to try whatever he could. Nate was so eager to get my cock in his mouth, I could tell this is something he had thought about for a while. I grabbed his head, anchoring my fingers into his shiny dark brown curly hair and thrust my cock as deep as it would go.

“UGHF,” nate gagged, pulling his head back, spit and pre-c*m trickling from his throat and down his beard. “Fuck, haha, sorry its my first time remember!?”, he laughed, looking up at me, his blue eyes watering. Not phased at all, he got straight back to it, licking my veiny shaft with his tongue, down to my balls, every now and then pausing to run his beard across them. He’d learnt that from me that night. His rhythm started to speed up, I looked down at his slobbering mouth and huge hairy shoulders, it was the hottest fucking thing I’d seen.

 “Nate, slow down”, I whispered in between moans, trying to hold his head still, “I’m gonna shoot”. Nate stopped, my throbbing cock still slick and wet in his hand.

“Ok, ok”, he reassured me, realising my dick. He stood up, towering over me, kissing me deeply again, this time I could taste my own sweet pre-seed mixed with his saliva. His beard thick with the scent of both of us. “Can I fuck you?”, he breathed into my ear.

“Nate”, I sniggered, “Its not that easy I’m afraid”, I looked at him waiting for the ball to drop.

“Oh, I don’t care about that, I just want to feel what its like inside you”, he never broke eye contact. I had just been part of a whole full day of drinking, topped off with a heavy Portuguese meal. I was clean on the outside as we all showered before dinner but I had no idea if I was in the right state to be fucked, especially by someone of Nate’s size. We both stood up against the pool table in the moonlit room, Nate’s breath heavy and hot on my neck, awaiting my answer. I was almost certain this was going to be the only opportunity that everything had lined up to allow us to do this. I pulled his head from my neck and kissed him again, then I turned around and put my hands on the dark blue pool table felt. Nate’s breathing got even heavier as he ran his hands down my back, it made my whole body weak, my legs buckled a little as he reached my arse. I took one of his hands off of me, then I heard him spit into his palm. I took that as my queue to widen my stance and arch my back.

“Yeah, just like that”, he groaned using his left hand to pull my arse cheeks open and his right to get my hole wet. His fingers circled my hole, getting more slippery with every mouthful of spit he massaged in. I turned to look at him, he was completely hypnotised by the idea of fucking me.

“Fucking do it Nate”, I was now desperate for him to slide it inside. With his go ahead, Nate slowly pushed his cock head against my hole, I could feel the tip, with his force behind it slide in, stretching me and preparing me for the whole thing.

“That ok?”, he asked, concerned I was still enjoying myself. It felt so fucking good, having the end of his dick inside me, I wanted it bad now. I relaxed my body, peered over my shoulder at him and pushed my whole body back onto him, I felt the subtle snap as my whole stretched over his 9 inches and I didn’t stop until his newly found beer guy was reacting on my back. Nate’s eyes widen in pleasure and disbelief as too every inch of him right up to the balls. He grunted again, this time it was deeper, more animalistic like something else had entered his body. He wrapped his thick arm around my chest. His left hand gripping my right shoulder, his veiny forearm just pushing up against my throat. We stood static for a second, Nate writhing his hips feeling his way around inside me before he slowly pulled back and thrusted himself into me again.

“Slowly Nate, that thing is a monster!”, I whimpered, reinforcing his speed. Nate steadied himself, widening his stance to pivot properly. With every thrust, he got deeper and deeper, his thick cock hitting my prostate every time without fail, I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud, I looked down at the puddle of pre-c*m on the pool table Nate was slowly fucking out of me. He released my shoulder only to grab my face and point it forward. Across from the pool table was a set of double glass patio doors that looked out onto the

 scenery behind the house. The moonlight from windows next to us combined with the dark navy blue night sky outside had created an almost mirror like reflection of us in the double doors. He was making me watch him own my arse. My cock was thudding on the pool table with every beat of Nates heavy nuts slapping mine as we both starred into our reflection, shooting each other the odd mischievous smile. With his thrusts getting faster now, Nate wrapped his hand lightly around my throat from behind, keeping my eyes on our reflection. His other hand found its way around and gripped onto my cock, stroking it in perfection unison with every pump from his muscular arse. My legs getting weaker as the pleasure building, my eyes rolled back at the feeling of him pounding my prostate.

“Nate, Nate, I’m, I’m ,I’m gonna c*m, I’m gonna c*m”, I whispered frantically. “Oh yeah?”, He questioned with a clearly smug attitude.

“Yeah, but I want you to shoot inside me, fucking breed me Nate”, I begged him. Before I could finish my desperate submissive request, I couldn’t hold it any longer, my balls tightened, bucking my hips into Nate, making the most of every stride I shot load after load of thick warm spunk so hard I could swear I could hear it as it shot from my cock. I was in such a fit of blind pleasure, I hadn’t even noticed Nate had let go of my throat to cup his hand in front of me, catching most of my c*m in his hairy hand. I fell into a pile onto the table as Nate, still cupping a fistful of spunk sat back into the wicker chair behind, his cock still swollen ad wet from not being able to release.

“Jesus!!”, Nate laughed, examining his palm, “that’s a lot, you must have enjoyed yourself”

Struggling to catch my breath or still even wrap my head around what had just taken place I let out a quiet laugh. “I really fucking did, even if I didn’t get to have you shoot inside me”, I smiled with a raised eyebrow, implying a question as to why.

“You filthy fucker”, he grinned, “Oh I’m too pissed to cum, but I wasn’t going to let that stop any of the fun”, Nate proclaimed, and with that he brought his cupped hand up to his mouth and poured my still warm, sticky seed into his mouth. I starred on, stunned at what id just witnessed. After licking his palm clean he locked eyes with me again.

“Right, we”d better get to bed, its 4am!”.