The Cabin

so here's the first instalment of the story, this is available to all tiers. I thought it would be quite fun if you guys tell me what you want drawn from the story so far and ill make sure there are versions available for all! 

PART ONE

I woke up around 10.30am alone in the cabin I had originally booked for four of us, the crisp autumn morning sun crept in the window beside the bed, illuminating the six empty beer cans on the bedside table. That explains why I woke up with my dick throbbing, hangover horn. My head was a little hazy as recalled the night before, arriving early with nothing to do out in the wilderness but crack open the beers. My cock was not going down alone, I rolled, half asleep onto my front, clenched my arse cheeks and thrusted my swollen meat into the mattress, the friction slowly pulling my foreskin back so my exposed cock head could rub against the sheets. I was still too tired and slightly hungover to put any effort into masturbating so I laid there a little longer fucking the mattress until my headache reminded me I needed water, and quick. Still rock hard and my foreskin now foaming with pre-c*m, I reached over to grab my white briefs that I must have drunkenly stumbled out of in my tipsy state last night, I wore them on both flights to get here so they were a little ripe with a faint yellow piss stain on the front, I never did master the art of shaking my dick off properly after pissing to prevent that, but I always wore white briefs. I sat up on the bed and crammed my hard dick into my tiny briefs, doing the old “tucking it in the waistband” trick. I scratched my hairy tummy that had a dry residue around my belly button, I must have gotten drunk, stripped off and stroked my meat last night then shot on my stomach and fallen asleep before the cleanup…. I guess its not a problem as I was alone on the first night. I swiped my red check over shirt from the floor and headed down off the mezzanine bedroom and into the kitchen in a blurry search for coffee. After struggling with the old school coffee machine for the best part of fifteen minutes, I grabbed my cigarettes and headed out to the back yard. The cabin I’d booked was in a remote wooded area, easily slept six and had I decent sized pool and hot tub in the back yard, all set against an auburn orange leafy back drop. It was the perfect break from the city. My Husband, Andy was joining tomorrow due to work engagements but I wouldn’t have to spend another night drunk and alone as my best friend, Ellie and her boyfriend, Nate should be here in the early afternoon. Nate and I have always had a very openly platonic flirty relationship that Ellie and Andy always encouraged and found equally funny, except one time it went a little too far on a trip before when our partners had called it a night early and left us drunk and alone downstairs.

I sat with my coffee and lit a cigarette outside the back door on the patio furniture as I replayed that trip over in my head, my briefs got tighter and tighter until my dick was struggling to rip out, pulling my pubes so I had to re adjust. The place was dead silent except for the odd bird song or whistle of wind above in the trees so it was almost deafening when the whir of car tyres pulled up outside, snapping the autumn leaves on the driveway out back besides the yard.

“ELLIE!’, I thought to myself as I jumped up and headed towards the back gate. Walking carefully as my bare feet made contact with the cold concrete. The gate swung open to a smiley Nate.

“Hey bud!”, he grinned as he struggled with two huge suitcases, “Mate! This place is awesome, good fucking shout”, he added, scoping the place out.

Nate was about 6”3 with a stocky build, he used play a lot of rugby in college so his shoulders and arms were some thing to be admired with thick ropes of veins that bulged out of his forearms and collected at his hands like a network of rivers. The glory days of rugby were replaced with nights out and a nine to five office job for the last 18 years so he had a hairy beer gut now that was rounded but still firm. His legs hadn’t changed a bit since college, trunk like and hairy with a high bubble arse at the top. The perfect ratio of muscle and fat. One of those arses that if you slapped the right cheek, the left one would jiggle too. His features were really dark for British guy, a dark brown beard that was almost black with thick bushy eyebrows that framed his light blue, slightly grey eyes.

“Right!?”, I proudly exclaimed. “Where’s Ellie?”, I asked looking out the gate at the parked car.

“ In Typical Ellie style, she brought her old passport to the airport”, he explained, rolling his eyes. “So she had to head back to the house, I booked her another flight and she will be here first thing tomorrow!”, he laughed as we both exchanged a look that indicated that neither one of us was shocked or surprised at Ellie’s mistake.

“Well don’t just bloody stand there! Bring your bags in and let me show you around”, I shouted, walking back to the house.

“Are you going to help me with these!?” Nate laughed as he already knew the answer.

“Nope” I said dead pan as I opened the back door.

Nate pulled the two suitcases inside and admired the rustic lumberjack decor. After putting his suitcases in his room, he joined me in the kitchen and grabbed a cold can of beer from the fridge.

“ Nate! Its 1pm, isn’t it a little early to be starting now”, I teased, gesturing at the can.

“And isn’t it a little late to be in just the briefs that you obviously slept in late night?”, he retorted, glimpsing down at my piss stained bulge.

“Well I slept naked as I was alone in the house last night but, touché”, I winked at him.

Nate let out a laugh, “ok, ok, I’ve had a long flight and the car hire guy was an absolute asshole so I suggest we shower and change and then we can get the beers on the go?”, he put the open and already half empty beer in back in the fridge.

I walked towards my bedroom as Nate turned the shower on in his en suite and imagined him stood like a giant in that tiny bathroom soaping up his hairy body. I stopped right outside his door, thinking of an excuse I could use to ask him a question and peer inside, before my brain had a chance to formulate a believable innocent interaction I was already inside his room, luckily he had already started to shower. His navy cable knit sweater and jeans were strewn on the floor in typical straight guy fashion. I crept slowly towards the shower, in hopes of getting a glance of him naked and wet. Maybe I could pretend that I was going to sneak him and scare him, in some sort of bro comradery. I softly stepped closer to the bathroom, my heart was racing at the thought of getting a glimpse but hopeful Nate would see the funny side then I stepped on something. I looked down to see his underwear thrown on the floor, black boxer briefs. If Nate had travelled the same distance as me and this was his first opportunity to shower, then that means he would have had these boxers on for eighteen hours. Without hesitation, I reached down and grabbed them off the floor. My heartbeat was so full now that I could almost feel it in my head, I slowly brought the underwear up to my face, turned them inside out and inspected the crotch, there was a semi clear white stain inside. Was it c*m? Pre-C*m even? Did Nate knock one out on the plane? Did he fall asleep on the long haul and wake up with morning glory and a dripping wet cock? I didn’t care how, I shoved the underwear up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The musty, sweaty smell hit me like natural poppers, my cock instantly hard. I was pleasantly lightheaded with the stench of sweaty dick and piss, I slipped my hand inside my briefs and started to slowly stroke my cock to the thought of Nates damp nuts that had been up against this fabric for nearly a whole day of travelling. My mind was racing with fantasies of Nate crouched over the sink in the bathroom of the plane, stroking his veiny dick, grunting until his thick cock spurts out rope after rope of warm spunk into the basin. I stroked faster and harder, I could feel I was getting closer with every deep inhale of Nates musk. I was about shoot until I heard the shower being turned off. I threw the boxers down, trying to make them as carelessly thrown down as I found them then carefully, but as quickly as I could, got out of the room.

After I showered and changed into a clean shirt and jeans I headed down to the kitchen, I saw Nate outside with his beer, admiring the scenery. I grabbed a can from the fridge and joined him. He was wearing a dark racing green shirt, buttoned to just under his chest, thick wiry black chest hair shot out from the opening in all directions, he also had swimming shorts on, a different shade of darker green with white piping.

“Hey bud”, he smiled over at me sipping his beer, “Did you come into my room?”, he asked very casually.

I tried my hardest to hide my internal panic, “Oh, nearly, I was heading to see if you needed a towel but as I got to your room. I heard you were in the shower so I left it”, I answered as quickly as possible to help it seem sincere.

“Ah, ok no worries, I thought I heard something and judging from these surroundings I thought I could have been a masked murderer”, he sarcastically smirked. “ I wish you had come in coz’ I didn’t have a fucking towel, I had to air dry my nuts”, he laughed sipping from the can again.

An image of his low swinging balls, covered in wet black pubes burnt straight into my mind. Nate sipped the last mouthful of his beer, throwing his head back to insure he got the whole cans worth, the amber liquid trickled from the side of his mouth and slightly foamed up in his thick beard. Nate wiped his mouth and got up “Do you want another?”, he pointed at my drink.

“Gimme a chance Nate!, I just sat down”, I playfully declined. He returned moments later with a fresh beer and sat back into his chair, his thighs spread across the chair as he hiked up his swim shorts to give them room. This only made the mound in between his legs even more visible as I thought to myself, he’s in swim shorts so he will be free balling!