It was late fall during an unusually warm Indian Summer, and the drive was beautiful. It wasn't a long drive either, but both of us were excited to get there...we knew the guy's vacation was exactly what we needed.
We lost our clothes very shortly after getting to the cabin, and rarely had them on when we were at the cabin. It seemed like the only time my dick wasn't hard at work was when we were eating, drinking or hiking (with one noteworthy exception).
Anyway, I started the fire, and Marty finished getting things in from the truck. He was enthralled by the fire, and yelling at me from the main room, "Your fires are amazing! You are like the King Woodsman...the sexiest, too!"
He was on his knees in front of the fire, and I handed him a beer, "Thanks, I'll take it...King Woodsman sounds good.
He took a couple sips, sitting the beer aside and rubbing his hand over the rise in my jeans. He looked up, "Can I help you with that wood...and make it feel really good?"
Nodding with a big grin, "If you can help me with that wood, I think you deserve to be called King Woodsman, too."
"Bribery is gonna get you far...or deep...really deep," he kissed the bulge, grinding it with his lips.
"Fuck yeah...hold this beer, and I'll get out of these jeans."
He took a quick swallow before handing it back and helping me slip them off, with the underwear. I dribbled some beer in my hand, just enough to wet the shaft, "Well, this round is on me."
I stood there in front of the fire, sipping beer, as he started working my dick...it was like the opening scene for a movie, or a cover shot. He was taking his time, sensuously sucking and swirling his tongue over the head, slurping, and savoring the heft of what he held.
He looked up and our eyes met, "You wanna sit down and...um," he grinned, "and let me suck you dry?"
I sat back with my boyfriend between my legs, still sipping my beer. The crackling fire cast a warm glow over the room, and I tipped my head back, savoring the pleasure Marty could deliver.
With my mind wandering from Marty to boyfriends and girlfriends of the past, I thought about how they all spent hours on their knees, or between my legs. Even Marty, a handsome, hunky jock, submitted; he bottoms (most of the time), and he's got this insatiable appetite. That's just one of the many things that makes us so compatible...Marty could suck cock or ride cock for hours...day or night.
Then he got into position, with his head hanging off the edge of the couch; he could easily swallow it to the base, burying his nose in my balls. He loved to have me fucking his mouth, giving him everything and grinding deep. I loved it, too...feeling his throat work my dick, and with all the moans and grunts vibrating through the shaft...it was amazing.
At one point I slowed, gently pumping deep into his throat...going super easy, and just enjoying how it throbbed against his throat. I watched him wrap his hand around his own dick, and start stroking......his focus was still on me, but he was all erect...crazy hard...and like he was ready to explode...but so was I.
Eventually, it got to be too much for me, and I started humping his face, driving it deep, as I felt those telltale pleasured waves. My fingers gripped his head tighter and my thrusts grew more urgent.
Marty's fist was a blur, pumping that big, beautiful dick of his. I was nearly ready to lean down and grab it between my lips, but I was too fucking close...already.
I was on the brink and ready to explode, fucking his mouth till my balls contracted and I was painting his tongue. "Oh, fuck...ahhhh, take it...take it...fuckkkkkk...all for you...all for you...alllll for youuuuuu!"
His tongue, swimming in seed, caressed the swollen shaft, and slowly swallowed the warm release. He pulled off to savor the trickle of the last drops, slurping them up, and licking the tip clean. He got it all, gently stroking the base, to milk it dry.
He looks up into my eyes, as he takes it back into his mouth, quickly working it back to rock-hard status. Never wanting it to end, he loved to have it in his mouth, and I certainly couldn't turn down an encore.
Since I'd been crouched over the couch, "Let me sit back down...change thinks a little." I sat back down and took sip of my beer, as he rolled over and immediately went back at it.
He's totally into it, his head bobbing up and down the shaft. I knew he wanted seconds, because we'd done this a time or two, but he was taking his time. Savoring every detail of his man's cock...he's not just sucking it, he's worshipping it, licking it, from the tip down to the balls.
Then he backs off to admire the spit-drenched shaft. He strokes it slowly, watching the girth slide through his fist.
I took over, jacking it in his face, while he worked his cock, and watched. I slapped it against his cheek, smearing him with drool.
Shoving his tongue out to snag some, he moaned, "Mmmm, wet cock...my favorite kind." He looks up at me and asks, "Think you can you cum again?"
"Hell yeah...keep doing what you're doing, and I'll give you another one!"
He grinned, "I leave it up to you...where do you want to put it...your call."
I pondered that while he started kissing his way up to the head and licking the underside. I feel his mouth wrapped around the tip, working it with his tongue and stroking the base.
"Don't stop...suck me off more...I wanna cover your face...but I wanna fill that hot ass, too!"
He looked up, "That's what I was hoping for...all the above."
Slowly pumping deeper, he was going to deepthroat it, again, but we usually do it, when he was on his back. "Oh fuck...Marty...oh Marty...deeper...deeeeeper!"
When he was close, he held it deep inside his mouth, and grabbed my ass, pushing it all the way. "Fuck! Fuck! Marty, take that cock...yeah...yeah...you got it all!"
Smothering his face in my pubes, he was grinding it deep; when he started fucking his throat, my head tipped back, with loud, pleasured howls. I couldn't believe what he had done...but the sexy gurgles and slurps melded with the warm glow of the crackling fire.
