When we arrived at the resort, we parked up and got out of the car.
The snow had been falling for the duration of the two-hour drive and everyone was a little tense during those white-out moments. Now we could stretch and congratulate Shawn, the driver among us, for getting us here safe and whole. We registered at the resort's main reception and went back to the car. We grabbed our luggage. We were teenage guys, so we traveled fairly light. We hauled our bags up to the cabin. The heaviest stuff to carry was the food and alcohol. It took a second trip.
Three of us had turned nineteen in the last two months and Tony and I were both turning twenty in the next two weeks. There hadn't been much time to celebrate during the last semester at the college we all attended. We all took our studies seriously, so college was not booze and bimbos for us. We worked hard and needed this break, so we planned on this for weeks.
The cabin was everything the resort ad said it would be. Fully furnished with a master bedroom that had a queen-size bed, a second bedroom with three bunks, and a pull-out couch bed in the living room. Nobody would have to share a bed. The cabin was equipped with Wi-Fi and the living room boasted a sixty-inch TV above the fireplace. Tony got the fire started and Johnny, the tech geek of our number, was soon able to bypass the smart TV's imposed limitations so that we could skip the ordinary streaming services and watch porn on the internet.
Of course, everyone tried to stake a claim to the master bedroom. It was the most comfortable bed in the only private room.
Walt suggested drawing straws, with the short straw lucking into the big bed for two nights. We all agreed that was fair, but we determined to have the draw later as we were all enjoying the porn Johnny had rigged up.
In our part of the world, nineteen was legal drinking age, so we didn't have to sneak around anymore with alcohol. We had a stockpile of beer and hard liquor to last us the weekend. After the fall session we'd had at school, we were all ready to cut loose.
"Man, look at that bimbo. Her tits are so fake."
"Look at the guy. That dick has to be fake too."
"You'd be looking at the dick, it figures."
"Hey, I don't have to be embarrassed that my cock isn't twelve inches long. When he puts that in her, she's going to split up the middle."
The drinks flowed freely. I warmed up with my favourite beer, while some of the others got loaded on the whiskey and rum. With three of us on the couch, it was at capacity. The room had two chairs though so we all sat our asses on cushions while we watched the next video Johnny loaded up. It was a pair of lesbians in a sixty-nine. It was pretty hot.
"If I had a body like that redhead's," Tony said, "I'd just take showers all day long and moisturize myself."
We laughed. It was a line from an old movie slightly paraphrased, but none of us could remember what the film was.
"Freddy," Shawn said. "You're still drinking beer when the rest of us are on the hard stuff. You're not planning on taking advantage of us, are you?"
"You wish," I replied.
We all laughed. It seemed so improbable. Ridiculous even.
As the hours passed, we had a roaring fire going and the room was a bastion against the cold outside, but it was almost uncomfortably warm for anyone wearing clothes.
"We're all guys here," Walt said, stripping off his sweater. "Anyone got a problem if I sit in my boxers?"
Nobody did. We were all cooking in the room's heat. Besides we were used to being partially nude together from sitting around our dorm rooms. Shawn and I were roommates. So were Walt and Johnny. Seeing each other in underwear wasn't that strange to us. Soon, we were all down to our t-shirts and boxers or briefs. We weren't really pyjamas kind of people.
Time passed. We continued to put a dent in our alcohol stockpile. We were slurring our words and laughing at the stupidest things. The TV grew hazy with booze vision and we put the lamps out to see better in the dark.
We were pretty susceptible to the porn. We were watching a black chick ride a lucky white guy while she pulled a dick in each hand from generic porn studs.
"That's hot," Tony said. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to pull my pud."
Just like that, he whipped it out and started to jerk off slowly. Such was the stupor of the room that most of us weren't shocked at all. Rather, it seemed like a pretty good idea. Within a minute, all five of us had our dicks in our hands, rubbing them slowly and pretending we weren't watching each other.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Tony spoke again.
"Freddy, you're closest to the kitchen. Better go get the paper towel. We paid a deposit on this place, and we'll be out a lot of cash if we get cum stains all over it."
That made sense to me. So, I stood up, but Shawn, sitting beside me on the couch, reached up and yanked my boxers down. Everyone laughed, even me. I stepped out of the underwear and took my t-shirt off so that I was stark, bare-ass naked, my boner in evidence.
Johnny had another request. "While you're in there, grab some straws and some scissors. We'll draw straws for the bedroom soon. I know I'm fucking drunk and wouldn't mind a private room to jerk off in."
I pranced through the house in the nude, coming back to the living room with the paper towel and the straws. I felt self-conscious, but I had the confidence of a drunk and pragmatically recognized that everyone had their dicks out anyway, which was as good as being naked to most guys' minds.
Tony spoke up.
"I have an idea that will save the paper towel. Whoever draws the short straw swallows all our cum! Just to sweeten the deal, the cocksucker gets the private room."
The rest of us nodded in approval of this brilliant suggestion. Nobody ever thinks they'll be the one to pull the short straw.
"Getting my cock sucked sounds good. Nobody told me to pack for a circle jerk, so I left my lube at home." Walt was practical about everything.
Johnny cut the straws, holding them up so that we could see four pieces were the same length and one was short.
