The Cabin. Part 2

Nate lent back into the patio chair, his chunky thighs spreading out across the seat. I sipped from my can and coyly tried to see if I could sneak a peek up his shorts but his thighs made sure that his green skim shorts were pulled tightly across them, the sheer tension these shorts were under as he reclined was unbelievable.

“God, do you remember what happened the last time we were left alone with alcohol”, Nate laughed and rolled his eyes, cracking open the can.

I nervously laughed as we had never ever discussed what happened before, but the truth is, I thought about it a lot, it could well have been the story playing in my head last night as I drunkenly stroked my cock in the anticipation of spending the long weekend with him, although I never imagined that everything would align like this allowing another full night of just him and I.

Three years ago, during a scoarching summer, the four of us decided on a “couples holiday”. Ellie wanted somewhere with clubs and tourists but Andy was dead set on a quiet scenic villa, after much back and fourth we decided on Portugal, I found an incredible villa with a private pool and hot tub (that was on my list of must haves) in a small town that was scenic and relaxing enough for Andy but was a stones throw from the next town that had an apparent buzzing nightlife.

“Wow, this a gorgeous”, Ellie screamed throwing her suitcase in the hall in her typical slap dash fashion.

“Just doing my bit”, I shrugged with a smug smile as I took my luggage to our allocated room upstairs.

By 11am all four of us were sunning ourselves around the pool, Ellie was sprawled out on an inflatable slice of watermelon in the water, Andy lying on a lounger next to me, vaping with his headphones in and I was contemplating having my first drink, I mean we were on vacation! Nate pulled open the huge sliding doors from behind us and stepped on to the patio.

“Lets get started then boys!”, he cheered holding up a six pack of beer! He read my mind.

“Jesus Nate!”, Andy laughed “you’re gonna take someones eye out with that thing”, he pointed at Nates comedically small speedo. The fabric so tight around his rugby sculpted arse that it cut in to his cheeks a little.

 “Oh yeah, these? I bought these about 6 years ago for a stag weekend with the boys, I thought I had thrown them out but guess who found them and packed them as my only swimwear option?” He pulled his sunglasses down to shoot Ellie a sarcastic glare.

“Pack your own suitcase next time then, and are you just gonna stand there with those beers or what?”, Ellie giggled with her hands out ready to catch a can.

I was able to take the whole image in, thanks to my sunglasses hiding the exact direction I was looking in, Nate stood there in a proud peacock stance in his tiny maroon speedo and white flip flops, and pulled a beer free of the plastic yolk. The speedo was struggling to get his meat concealed, thick curls of black pubic hair sprung out from the front and the leg openings, Nate was so hairy naturally that at first glance you wouldn’t really notice. After throwing a beer to Ellie, he didn’t hesitate and ran towards the pool at full pelt, “CANNONBALL”, he yelled as he launched his body into the air, cradling his legs to his chest. He hit the surface with a crashing wave that forced Ellie off her float.

“Nate! You fucking idiot! I’m going to have to reapply my sunscreen now!”, Ellie shrieked, still smiling though.

“Oh my little baby, first world problems”, he muttered in a baby voice as he swam up to her and kissed her passionately on the mouth.

Nate lugged his huge body out of the pool on a mission for his own beer, his body hair was slick and glistening, making it seem darker than the black it already was, his curly dark hair smooth and glossy against his head. I couldn’t help but noticed the speedo, now soaking wet, clung to his cock, really revealing his girth. Was he slightly hard from that kiss in the pool? Surely his dick wasn’t that thick soft!?

After a whole afternoon of downing beers and soaking up the sun, the four of us headed out to eat. We found the nearest restaurant to the house as the booze had really started to make a dent now. The waiter was super keen to have tourists in and became a little too generous with the wine. After settling the bill, all four of us staggered down the leafy dirt road back to the villa.

“Right, who’s getting in the pool?”, Nate slurred, unbuttoning his white linen shirt.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding?”, Ellie replied, almost drunkenly tripping over the welcome mat to the villa.

“Yeah I’m with her I’m afraid”, Andy hiccuped.

“Heres my offer”, I raised my eyebrows sternly at Nate, “I could do another drink, but absolutely no pool, I’ve seen stories like this in the paper where drunken idiots skinny dip drunk and die”, I added, obviously teasing.

“Ok deal”, Nate answered, “But I never said anything about skinny dipping”, winking at me, with his eyebrow arched.

 After Ellie and Andy said their goodnights and headed upstairs, Nate and I found ourselves sat in the garden on an outdoor sofa, lit blue with the pools reflection, surrounded by 4 empty beers already.

“So I hope you don’t mind, but Ellie told me that you guys have opened up the relationship?”, Nate blurted out.

“Well, we have started playing together”, I responded, a little shocked by Nate’s directness.

“What, so like threesomes?”, Nate curiosity was getting the better of him the more he swilled on the beer.

“Threesomes, foursomes, parties”, I smiled, knowing the reaction I was about to receive.

“Damn! That sounds like a lot of fun”, he said, eyes wide. “I’ve only ever had one threesome ever, in college”, he declared, looking reminiscent.

“Oh really?”, I was little blindsided now. “Was your girlfriend at the time jealous of the other girl? I know its a different ball game when you’re straight”, I added

“Oh no, I wasn’t in a relationship with her, besides, it was another guy”, Nate declared quite proudly.

“Ah ok, gotcha”, I tried to sound completely unbothered by it. I didn’t want to pry but I was desperate to know what had gone down in that dorm that night.

“I kissed the other bloke a couple times, but that’s it, oh and a high five”, he laughed, throwing his head back to sink the rest of his drink. I rolled my eyes and play punched him on his rock hard shoulder.

“So do you think you two will hook up with anyone while we are here in Portugal?”, Nate questioned.

“Ah nah, I would out you and Ellie through all that noise, although I’m definitely craving some stranger cock though”, I smirked and finished my beer too, I turned over and placed the empty can on the table beside us. When I turned back Nate was leant back into the arm of the sofa, his chino shorts fly open with the tip of his soft thick cock flopped out. I looked him in the eye, he was staring at me from under his brow, menacing but flirtatious, in a sense that he wanting to get up to some mischief.

“You’ve seen my cock loads of times, this isn’t any different”, he smiled, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible. He was right, I had seen him naked a couple of times when Ellie, Nate and myself lived together for a brief period, but it was always in a prank kind of context. A bro like flash and helicopter swing of his cock when he got out the shower, sometimes in front of Ellie, she would find it hilarious and chalk it down to comradery.

“Well Nate, this time its a little different”, I whispered, now aware of our partners asleep upstairs. “You’re getting hard”.

 Im not sure if it was the nature of the conversation, the thrill of being outside or the danger of having his girlfriend upstairs asleep, but Nates cock was throbbing, first his cock head swelled up and sprung lose of the zipper then it continued to grow and pulse, by the time he was fully erect, his foreskin had pulled back to reveal the glossy pulsating purple head of his cock. Ropes of thick veins filled with blood became visible, just like the ones on his forearms.

“You can’t tell anyone about this”, he muttered the disclaimer before putting his thumb at the base of his dick and slowly pointing it towards me.

My hands were shaking a little now as the sheer excitement and disbelief rattled through my body, I slowly edged towards him and reached down. His cock was warm and rock solid in my hand, I could feel his heartbeat in it. I gripped it firmly before starting to slide his foreskin slowly down then back up. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes letting out a very quiet deep moan. I had such a crush on him for such long time, we had flirted before, drunkenly pecked each other on the lips but now, all six foot three of this hairy, beefy straight bloke was sprawled over this garden furniture, writhing in sheer pleasure with his, easily nine inches of firm swollen meat in my hand. So many questions, fantasies and outcomes ran through my mind. Was he after a handjob, something just to get the job done, would I ever get to wrap my lips around this musty cock that was sweaty from the Portuguese heat? Had he done this before with another guy?

“Are you hard too?”, Nate whispered, drunkenly smiling at me. I was. “Yep”, I shyly answered, still in a state of disbelief.

“Let me see it then”, his conversation was becoming urgent now.

I sat up and manoeuvred my shorts down to my mid thigh, releasing my hard dick like a spring, swinging back and slapping my belly. Instantly I kept my shorts where they were, if I heard any stirring from the villa it would take me seconds to whip them back up, I think Nate had the same thought, his proud cock just out from his fly. My stories got faster now on Nates dick, pre-c*m now frothing underneath the foreskin, creating natural lubrication. I grabbed my own wet dick with my other hand, preparing to stroke us both in unison. I let his sticky seed drip onto my index finger, I figured if this was going to result in a mutual jerk, I can at least lick my finger and get a small taste of what Nates load would be like.

Nate abruptly sat up, I lost my grip on his cock and my heart stopped, did he hear something? Did his buzz ware off and he finally came to his senses?

“Come here”, he mouthed, gesturing with his big hairy hand.

I shuffled closer to him, my cock still solid, glistening on the end. Nate pivoted his body closer to mine and reached over. His hairy fist gripping my cock now, pulling my foreskin back until the slick head of my dick was fully exposed. He knew what he was doing somehow, was it because he knows what to do with his own cock, or had he done this before. He looked around the garden behind me, his fist getting faster and faster until he spotted the small summer house at the far end of the pool. He let go of my cock, which was close to shooting and stood up. I expecting him to push his gigantic dick back into his

 chinos but he didn’t. He stood over me, legs shoulder width apart with hands on his hips. Nates girthy uncut hog was level with my face now, I could smell the pre-c*m and his musty bush. He looked down at me.

“Come with me,” he whispered, nodding his head towards the summer house.