A light dusting of snow coated the elevated back deck of the cabin. Below, shrouded in darkness, was a thick growth of a mixed forest. The skeletal branches of deciduous trees clawed through the snow like drowning men, and coniferous boughs held snow like broom bristles tangled with dust bunnies. Ripley sucked in a breath of cold air as he took a hit of his vape before expelling it in a cloud. Inside, the others were laughing and cheering.
They rented a cabin for a long weekend. A ski trip, but more of a bachelor party for Gene with some skiing thrown in as an afterthought. Ripley's body ached slightly. A soak in the hot tub and a nap helped, but not nearly enough. He knew what they were watching - porn. It was warm up to tonight's main event: another gay orgy the result of a drunken night turned into a pact of sorts. The seven of them would take turns getting fucked by the others. Unorthodox male bonding, to be sure.
A few weeks ago they recorded a video of themselves running a train on Gene for the amusement of Shelly, Gene's fiancé. Before Gene arrived, Ripley, Lincoln, Albert and Sanders drew straws to see who would get fucked next. Ripley joked about being chained down to a bench next time, himself. Lady Luck had a sense of humor, too, it seemed. It was funny at the time, but now that it was his turn, Ripley was nervous.
Ripley sucked Kane's cock and swallowed on that fateful first night. It wasn't commented on in the long-ago moment. He wouldn't mind just sucking dick. It wasn't that bad. Honestly, it was kind of hot. He snowballed his load from Nev at the ball game - that drew a look from Nev. Ripley thought Nev might have swallowed some of the others'. And Gene had sucked down a few loads himself during his S&M gangbang. No, sucking cock wouldn't be too bad. Ripley didn't mind the taste of cum. He had been eating his own semen since he started ejaculating. It was the only surefire way of not leaving evidence of his activities during his conservative upbringing. You could even say he developed a taste for it.
But getting fucked? That was a hurdle. Still, he gamely prepared himself about an hour ago. He watched a few scenes before it was announced that they would watch their video and move on to the main event. He excused himself for a quick puff to steel his nerves and ruminate on having six men boldly go where none had before tread.
Thinking about it gave him sort of a chub. Nerves?
He put his vape away and went back inside.
Ripley and the others sat in the dark. Their video wasn't too bad. Nev took it upon himself to edit it as sort of a wedding gift. He had credits at the beginning and put a swanky funk track to help cut the echos of the room they had used - a rented room at a sex club made up to look like a locker room. Though their faces were obscured they each had a credit under an alias like "Horn E. Dog'' or "The Sperminator." Ripley was "Papa Bear." Everyone cheered and joked, making commentary on this or that. At one point Lincoln pulled out of Gene's ass and shot a truly epic spray of cum, which rained down like a firehose. Finally, the video ended and the lights came up. Nev appeared in some novelty underwear, top hat, cuff and collar, like a Chipendale's dancer. He was using a dildo as a microphone.
"Wasn't that great folks?" He addressed an imaginary audience. "We have the stars right here. Albert, the world wants to know, what's it like being Hollywood handsome and hung like a goddamn water buffalo?"
Albert blushed and guffawed. "Pretty damn good, Nev. Your mom doesn't have any complaints!" Everyone roared with laughter.
"Any thoughts on starting a porn career?"
"Maybe," Albert teased.
"Gene, the star of our film! How was it?"
"It was a pain in the ass!" The guys howled.
"Finally, Ripley Griffin. You ready to get fucked, Papa Bear?"
Everyone's eyes turned to him and he blushed.
"C'mon, turn around and show us that ass," Nev cajoled.
Ripley, red faced and suddenly uncomfortably hard, turned around and kneeled on the couch. Nev reached forward and pulled down his pants slightly, taking Ripley's boxers down with them over the pale, hairy globes of his ass. Nev readjusted his grip, pushing Ripley over slightly and pulled both down to expose his rear end more.
"Who ordered the cake, fellas?"
