Cabin Fever Over Holidays

by Jay Starre

  A wide mouth and full lips met his. To his surprise, Andreas’s tongue pushed past his lips while the hand on his head held him tight against the other man’s face. That tongue dove deep.

  Cole laughed below them. “Honey, that giant black snake of yours is coming to life. I can feel it growing under my head. That must be some kiss Sam’s giving you.”

  Sam broke away with a shy smile. All at once, a vivid image of that massive black cock came to mind.

  Now, he couldn’t wait a moment longer to fuck the hot white ass waiting for him in the other room.

  “Goodnight, gents. Have fun with that,” he said with a laugh as he fled.

  In the bedroom Jimmy waited—lying on the covers on his belly, naked, legs spread, creamy butt on display.

  “What a sight. I’m going to love fucking your sweet butt tonight,” Sam murmured as he tossed off his clothes and climbed onto the bed behind the spread thighs. Jimmy watched with his big blue eyes half-closed and a smile on his lips.

  “Good. My butthole’s already lubed up. There’s a condom on the nightstand. Fuck me good and hard like I know you can.”

  Sam was not one for head games and really liked Jimmy’s no-nonsense approach. They both wanted to fuck and fuck they would. He shivered slightly even though the bedroom was warm enough with the thick log walls of the cabin holding the winter outside at bay. As he knelt behind Jimmy, incredibly warm thighs welcomed his knees and calmed his trembling.

  The ivory ass was gorgeous, outlined by deep tan and a slender waist. He’d want to fuck it any day of the week, but there was more. Perhaps it was the season, the circumstances, or just the bubbly personality of the owner of that ass—which truthfully reminded him of Cole—or just the blossoming of affection.

  It didn’t matter. He seized the perky ass and spread it wide. A pink hole peered up at him from the depths of smooth crack. Lube glistened as the hole puckered outward. Damn! Jimmy was ready for cock.

  He snatched up the condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. The fat shaft leaped in his hands, eager and pulsing. Jimmy lay there sighing quietly, a smile on his pink mouth and eyes still half-closed. He wiggled his ass slightly, enough to encourage Sam to grab those cheeks again and thrust down into the spread valley with his wrapped dick.

  “Here it comes. Let me know if it’s too much,” Sam murmured.

  The head of his cock was perfectly shaped to slide in. Lube squished around the tapered tip, easing the way for more as Sam slowly pushed into the warm slot.

  “Oh yeah,” he said with a deep sigh.

  Jimmy sighed too, lifting his butt off the bed to encourage more cock to slither inside his warm hole. They groaned together as Sam’s cock slowly and steadily pumped deeper. Even though the girth dramatically increased closer to the root, Sam had no trouble pumping it all the way home. After one slow thrust, he was buried to the balls.

  Warmth enveloped his entire cock. His balls settled on the smooth cheeks of Jimmy’s ass.

  “Sweet ass,” he muttered.

  “Sweet cock,” Jimmy replied.

  It seemed as if they were in perfect sync. Sam began to fuck in a slow rhythm, in and out, balls-deep with every thrust. Jimmy moaned non-stop, hardly moving except for a slight lifting of his lush ass and spreading of his tanned thighs. His asshole welcomed Sam’s cock with slippery warmth, clinging to the shaft with gentle pressure, while opening up to the deep slide by puckering outward on every stroke.

  It lasted and lasted. Sam had come already once that day, and although his trigger was cocked, he managed to prolong the heated pleasure for an eternity of sweet, slow pumping.

  He finally surrendered. “Oh man… ohhhhhh… I’m going to come up your butt!”

  Jimmy raised his ass and wriggled against the sudden increase in tempo, his asshole gulping now rather than merely swallowing. Sam blew his wad deep in Jimmy’s heated bowels, his spew captured by the latex sheathe.

  Once Jimmy rolled over to welcome Sam into his arms, Sam noticed the smear of cum on the tanned belly and the half-hard pink cock still oozing. Jimmy had come too, at the same time as Sam. Perfect!

  They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  * * *

  For some reason, Sam said nothing about the exquisite fuck to either Cole or Andreas. Normally, he would have told them and even offered details if they pressed him. They were his best friends and he shared practically everything with them. But this time he kept it to himself, secretly treasuring the thought of it, and looking forward to more of the same over the course of the weeklong holiday. What would happen after the holidays were over, he wasn’t sure.

  The next day they were all kept busy preparing for the Christmas Eve party and the opportunity to mention it just didn’t come up. Sam helped Cole in the kitchen while Jimmy helped Andreas with the other party preparations and welcoming the arriving guests. There were a dozen gay men coming, all of them expecting Cole’s standard top-notch entertainment.

  By the time the sumptuous dinner was served, all the guests were in place. A new snowfall outside only made the cozy warmth and the roaring fire inside all the more alluring. Candlelight flickered everywhere. The fragrant scent of those candles, the smell of the pine boughs on the hearth and the burning logs blended with the delicious aroma of the fine feast set out on the table.

  Cole was the life of the party as usual while Jimmy came in a close second. It was Cole though who kept it all under control, with his tall sidekick at his beck and call. It was quite the sight to witness the short redhead ordering around the six foot six black jock. Andreas cheerfully complied with everything his partner demanded, although he took his time about it. He wasn’t exactly slow, but he was definitely laid back.

  The hosts and guests seemed like one big happy family. No surprise there. Christmas was a truly family holiday, but for many gay people, their friends were their family. Often, their own families had no use for a gay son, brother or cousin at holiday gatherings. With their friends, they could relax, be themselves, and just enjoy the festivities.

  As a holiday dinner, it was a smashing success. Sam didn’t mind helping his hosts with the entertaining, mostly keeping the guests served and looking after the cleanup. Andreas cornered him in the kitchen as they piled up the dishes and groped him, which was neither unusual nor unwelcome. He even allowed the tall ex-jock to slide a hand down the back of his slacks and cop a feel of his bare ass while they kissed, which was about as far as he’d ever gone before.

  “Yum! Am I getting closer to a romp in the sack?” Andreas whispered in Sam’s ear.

  “Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart,” Sam answered with a laugh as he broke away.

  That would have been the time to mention Jimmy, and he almost did, but they were interrupted by Jimmy himself coming in with an armful of dishes. “Aren’t you two sweet,” he said with a wink and smile.

  Andreas grinned as he swept up the blond man in his long arms, planted a sloppy kiss on his lips, and slapped his butt with a basketball player swat. Sam looked on with a pleasant rush of warmth. He was happy as hell and glad they were all getting along so well.

  As Cole predicted, most of the guests were too drunk to drive and ended up jammed into the spare bedrooms where many of them engaged in an impromptu “fuck-and-suck” party well into the night.

  Sam and Jimmy cuddled in bed together. Even through the thick log walls, they heard the shrieks of merriment coming from the partying guests in the other rooms. Bare flesh to bare flesh, it didn’t take long for them to get excited. Jimmy squatted over Sam’s fat cock and rode it enthusiastically. Grinning down at him and licking his lips, the slim blond pumped his own pink cock until it spewed all over Sam’s bare chest.

  They celebrated Christmas Day with a splendid brunch fueled by copious amounts of coffee and hot chocolate. By late afternoon, the guests had sobered up enough to head back to the real world.

  Cleaning up under Cole’s direction, the place looked presentable again by supper time. After
their meal of creatively prepared leftovers they sat around the fireplace and tree and opened their Christmas gifts.

  Sam was delighted by the thoughtfulness of his friends. Cole gave him an impressive diving watch while Andreas presented him with a gift certificate for a three-day diving course. “Every time we go to Hawaii, you keep telling us how much you’d like to learn how to dive. Well, now you have to do it,” Andreas explained just before Sam climbed on his lap and smothered his full lips with a big kiss.

  Sam had thought carefully about what he wanted to give his friends too. Cole got a book on entertaining signed by the author, a TV host whom the redhead raved about. Andreas got a ten-pack of front row tickets to the Golden State Warriors, a team he loved. He gave them both gift certificates for a two-day holiday at a spa in Palm Springs.

  Cole beamed. “Excellent, honey. We can visit Jimmy while we’re there!”

  The pair had a gift for Jimmy, too, and Jimmy for them, but neither Sam nor Jimmy had expected each other for Christmas and so had nothing to exchange. It was Cole who offered the solution to the embarrassing situation.

  “Get up in Sam’s lap and give him a juicy kiss, Jimmy! You can exchange tongues instead of gifts!”

  Laughing, the bold blond hopped right on and planted a hell of a kiss on Sam’s mouth while the host couple looked on and hooted in approval.

  Sam welcomed the kiss but held back from getting too wild. Jimmy seemed to have no such inhibitions, writhing over his lap with his lush butt and giving him a healthy hard-on.

  After they broke it off, Sam looked into Jimmy’s big blue eyes and saw the affection there seeming to mirror his own. As Jimmy rose from his lap, it was on the tip of his tongue to say something, anything, about his feelings for the slim stud, a sort of proclamation in front of his best friends.

  But Andreas was already off on a mission to the kitchen under Cole’s orders and the opportunity slipped by.

  * * *

  The next big event would be the New Year’s Eve party, which would include three times the number of guests to entertain. It was up to the four of them to prepare for that and Cole kept them well occupied over the next five days.

  Every night, Jimmy offered up his creamy can for Sam to fuck. On the bed, against the wall, on hands and knees on the carpet, from in front with Jimmy’s lean thighs up in the air, Jimmy straddling Sam, or any number of inventive ways to get fat cock up warm hole that they could think of.

  The day of New Year’s Eve reared up almost unexpectedly. Sam still hadn’t said anything to his best friends about his affair with Jimmy. Neither he nor Jimmy had discussed what would happen after the holidays were over when they both returned to their normal lives. Maybe this was why he hadn’t talked with Cole and Andreas about his torrid sex romps. He really had no idea where it was leading.

  “Can you go out and fetch some more firewood for the cook stove, honey? Pretty please?”

  Cole’s freckled face crinkled up in the sweetest smile, his green eyes twinkling. One thing about him: he gave out his orders with true Southern charm.

  Sam and Cole were dedicated to the kitchen that morning, preparing for the party that night. Andreas and Jimmy were off somewhere else under the bossy redhead’s orders. He found out where when he rounded the corner of the woodshed on his mission to get firewood and stumbled on the pair hard at it—hard at a hard fuck.

  He stopped dead in his tracks. The woodshed was very large with firewood stacked over six feet high in rows against the back wall. There was an open area in front with the chopping block, axes and mauls. Just within the entrance, split wood was neatly piled. Sam had split and stacked that pile himself.

  Way in the back, where the weak winter sunlight barely reached, Jimmy leaned over a shortened stack of wood, one knee up, his pants and underwear in a pile beside him.

  The smooth white ass Sam had been fucking every single night for the past week had another cock up it.

  A big black cock. A really big black cock.

  “Uhhhhhhnnnnngggg… yeah… that’s the biggest… unnnggghh… yummiest, best damn cock I’ve ever… unnhhhggg… fucking… ugghhh… had!”

  Jimmy’s blond head hung down between his shoulders as he grunted out those words. Andreas stood behind him. His pants and underwear were tangled around his ankles. His long, lean legs gleamed amber in the weak light. His butt, high and full, clenched with muscular power as he thrust forward against the bent-over blond.

  With Jimmy’s knee up on the woodpile, his creamy ass-crack was wide open. Sam had a perfect view of the cock that punched past his wrinkled little hole. Flushed dark purple, it gleamed with lube as it drove beyond the pink pucker and deep into the heat beyond.

  That stiff cock was truly gigantic. It was a thick pipe that slid in and out in a fierce drive that had the blond grunting with every thrust. The head, which Sam knew to be of prodigious girth, was planted far up Jimmy’s hungry ass.

  They faced away from him and had no idea he was there. His footsteps had been muffled by a soft new snowfall. As quietly as possible, he gathered up an armful of cook stove sized firewood from right beside him and fled.

  But not without one more mesmerizing glance at that hot fuck. The image of that dark cock driving deep into the pink hole between those ivory cheeks was seared into his brain.

  Jimmy’s words rang in Sam’s ears as he hastily departed. “Gimme more of that big cock! Yeah! I need it so bad!”

  Entering the kitchen, Sam stood quietly for a moment contemplating Cole as he stirred a massive pot of homemade soup. The cook stove was the kitchen’s centerpiece, wood-fired and enormous. Green and ivory enamel set off the iron framework. Heat emanated from the structure in pleasant waves. It was a pleasure to cook on it, and it took some skill to keep the firebox dampened down or opened up enough to regulate the stove-top and oven.

  Cole, his flaming hair trimmed above his ears and coiffed carefully on top, was short and comfortably round. Not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but with a plump can and a solid body he kept in shape through an addiction to swimming that still brought him the occasional medal in amateur competitions.

  Just under his breath, Cole was singing. A Christmas carol.

  “Do you ever get jealous of Andreas fucking around on you?” Sam blurted out to his back.

  Cole stopped singing but didn’t even turn around as he answered. “No, honey. No, not at all. We get along so well, you know that, and he loves me to death. He never does anything behind my back.”

  Sam approached with the armful of firewood, trembling a little, truthfully shocked and surprised and confused. But jealous? He wasn’t sure about that. He did feel a little foolish and sad.

  He stacked the wood in the bin beside the stove as Cole turned to look at him. “Isn’t that what matters most? Love and all? It’s not that easy to find, or keep. What’s going on? Oh, yeah, did you stumble on a little bit of shenanigans out in the woodshed? Andreas told me Jimmy likes to take it up the ass out there, in the woods, or by the pond. My horny boyfriend has banged that sweet little butt nearly every day since he got here.”

  Sam turned away quickly so Cole couldn’t see his flaming face. He wasn’t sure what he felt, but it wasn’t all that great. Love? He couldn’t say he’d fallen in love with Jimmy, but it had come damn close to something like that.

  “Yeah. I did get a quick glance at cock going up ass. No big deal. Quite hot in fact. They didn’t see me so don’t go telling Andreas about it,” he quickly added.

  “No worries, honey. I know you’re a bit shy about that kind of stuff. I’ll hear all about it later anyway. Andreas is good about the details. And I get to suck him off while he talks about it…”

  Cole rambled on for some time, seemingly oblivious to Sam’s silence. The brown-haired banker busied himself at the counter dicing and slicing and trying not to recall the image of that giant black cock reaming the snug pink asshole, the asshole he’d been pounding every night.

  Cole’s inane chatter actua
lly managed to soothe him after a while. By the time the other two came into the kitchen asking about lunch, he felt as if he had his emotions under control. Under tight control.

  Andreas kissed his cheek and patted his ass, and he didn’t mind at all. Jimmy grinned and winked at him, and he smiled back quite sincerely. The blond’s bright blue eyes and merry personality remained, intact and as attractive as ever. Sam chose to ignore any complicated questions, for now.

  The first arrivals came early and the party got off to a heady start ahead of schedule. It was just as well. Sam was glad to be kept busy. A mix of friends, acquaintances and some strangers trickled in during the late afternoon hours and into the evening. Cole sparkled as brightly as the ornaments and decorations lining the log walls as he played the perfect host. Andreas towered over the guests as he kept everyone well-watered and well-fed.

  Jimmy did his part too. Sam watched him out of the corner of his eye, naturally seeing him differently now. He was amazingly like Cole. For the first time, Sam realized how much that fact had counted in the attraction he’d had for the blond.

  It was almost ten and the party was in full swing, the music growing more boisterous and half a dozen of the guests dancing in front of the roaring fire while others danced in the kitchen or hallway, when Sam slipped away.

  He closed the bedroom door, blocking out most of the clamor from the party, and lay face down on his bed. He realized he was tired, almost exhausted. He’d been busy since the crack of dawn and it felt good to lie down for a bit. Just a moment or two, he rationalized.

  He tried to avoid any thoughts about Jimmy but they quickly intruded. Did he want a relationship with Jimmy like the one Cole and Andreas shared? Honestly, no. That admission made him sad.

  The bedroom door opened. The noise from the party entered, and then was cut off as the door was shut. He didn’t bother turning his head to see if it was Jimmy approaching the bed.

  It wasn’t. The firm body that settled over him was lean and very long. Andreas.

  “Hey, sweetheart. A little tired of all the commotion? It’s getting wild out there.”