Whoever thought it was a good idea to celebrate the holidays in a cabin on a mountain is an idiot. I keep telling my parents that, and every other person who decided to attend too. Sure enough I'm joking most of the time, but there's a core of truth here: I really don't want to freeze my ass off during Christmas. And as it so happens, I'm going to. The weather forecast promises nothing but snow, a white Christmas after all these years. The last time I saw such a thing is ten years ago, when I really didn't care for it. Now, grown up, there's little I'd look forward to as much as a white Christmas, but the cold in this badly isolated cabin really puts a damper on things.
It's a day before Christmas when the final guests arrive. The complete company consists of me and my parents, along with two other couples (friends of my parents) and another family with a son. The guy is around my age, so naturally we will hang out a lot. So much, even, that we get to share a room for the rest of our stay. While the underlying thought of it is that there's only a limited number of rooms available, but I like to think differently. We get along very well after all, despite not having seen each other for years. Neither of us really liked coming to the conventions our parents held, but we exchanged phone numbers the last time we saw each other.
When I decide to get up and head to the door after everyone else to greet the final arrivals, I seem to be too late already. The door, thank God, is already closed again, and the ones who arrived at last are already inside. I'm the last one they greet, so I smile and say hello to the father, the mother, and then Adam, their son. When his hand and mine meet, however, I shortly forget how to speak. In those years we hadn't seen each other I had seen photos of him, sure, but seeing him here in person right now... I can imagine I feel the same a fan of a certain artist feels when they're confronted by that very person. Adam is hot, and even if I were completely straight, that would be an objective observation. Bright green eyes, neatly styled brown hair, a set of white teeth to die for and a toned body to boot, visible even through his sweater.
All he does, though, is smile. "Hey Cam, long time no see," he greets me. His voice I heard before, when we called about this Christmas party to determine if we should go or not. He managed to talk me into going, for which the regret just melted like snow before the sun. He somehow seems capable of that: showing up and instantly improving the mood of the room. Not that I'm such a thundercloud, of course. We're equals in that field, I would say.
As soon as they all have taken off their thick winter coats and got settled, Adam and I hit it off right away. It's the usual course, just the way we always do. But now that we finally see each other physically instead of text messages or phone calls, the conversation is about somewhat deeper things. Despite his looks he's quite intelligent, something people usually underestimate when dealing with him.
"I guess I'm just looking for a little more depth, I guess," he tells me after the story of when he had to break it off with another who was only after him for his looks. "You know, someone who stays up late at night discussing things bigger than my dick."
I chuckle. "Are you sure that's not asking too much? I mean, I don't think I know of any subjects bigger than that."
"I do," he then retorts. When I cock my head to the side he begins laughing. "Your ego."
I punch him on his shoulder, but seeing him cracking up so much I can't help but bursting into laughter too.
"Real talk, though," he says as we manage to recover, "she looked afraid when I mentioned anything regarding our contemporary culture."
"She probably realised you were onto her scheme of using your looks to gain popularity online. I had the same happen to me once. I dumped her faster than she could count to potato."
He grins, baring those brilliant white teeth of his again. "You really think she wanted to do that? She wasn't the kind of girl who was plastered to her phone all the time."
"In that case she may just have been a girl trying to use you to gain popularity in real life."
He stares at me for a second or two. "You really need to try and see people as not wanting to take advantage of one another all the time," he then says. "She was probably just scared to find out I can think further than my next visit to the gym."
I shrug.
After only a short while dinner is ready, and I must admit, I'm hungry. Seeing all the dishes filled with delicious food makes my mouth water, and my stomach rumbles in celebration of this meal. There's beef, turkey, chicken, salads, beef, and even more beef, so it seems my parents, who organised this get-together, listened to my preferences. And judging by the silence during dinner it seems I'm not nearly the only one thoroughly enjoying the food. Having two parents who are both master chefs certainly has its benefits.
During the meal, however, I notice Adam glancing my way constantly, almost as if he's challenging me. Seeing how much is on his plate, I'd say that guess is correct. He's challenging me to a contest of who can eat the most, and I'm all up for that. The table is no longer a table, but a battlefield. The dishes are the weapons, and simultaneously, as though we're mirror images of each other, we fill our plates up with whatever we can get our hands on. It's on, and even those around us start to notice.
Each bite is almost immediately followed by the next, and seeing the speed with which Adam is gulping down his food there's no way I can leave any time for excessive chewing anymore. I have to eat, no breaks, no respite. Our contest lasts longer than anyone else can take, so instead of filling their own plates, our family members start filling our plates instead. My parents cheer me on, his parents cheer him on, and the other couple is just sitting there, astounded by the amount of food we can manage to eat. As much as I want to laugh at their stupefied expression, though, Adam is relentless, meaning I need to be so too.
We're quickly reaching the end of the banquet. My parents only prepared so much food, after all. I feel like my stomach is going to explode any moment now, but luckily that doesn't happen. I'm certain I gained a few kilos, though. Maybe even more than just a few.
"Was that all?" Adam says once the food is finally all gone. I can hear in his voice that he can't take any more either. "I could go for another snack."
I give him the finger and sigh deeply. Somehow I'm glad it's over. Except now the fun begins: processing it all. Everyone around us starts cleaning up, leaving us sitting at an empty table.
"It's a miracle I'm not breaking this chair," I say eventually. "Do you always eat this much? How are you not fat?"
He laughs. "Nah, this was just for fun. I'm really at my limit here."
We stay seated for half an hour before we both agree we can move properly again. A visit to the toilet is more than necessary after that much, but since Adam is first to reach the one downstairs, I move upstairs for the bigger one. His loss.
With every step upwards I feel like a magnet being pulled from another magnetic object. It's almost electric how I feel, moving away from Adam. I mean, it's like there's some sort of force-field around him that keeps pulling me back, like he's a planet and I'm his moon. This evening, there's nowhere I'd rather be than with Adam. In fact, where I am doesn't even matter in this situation. His smile, his humour, but also his intelligence. Granted, starting an eating contest isn't very intelligent, but overall he's very mature. And that turns me on more than his body alone.
By the time I reach the bathroom I have a full hard-on, and the bulge is easily visible in my jeans. Releasing it behind a locked door feels better than anything up to that moment, and every touch sends fire up my spine. I'm not even thinking of using the toilet anymore, just the toilet paper. My sweater lands near the sink, the t-shirt I wore underneath near the toilet. With my pants slowly dropping with every step and my dick in my hand I stumble towards the shower. There it's only a few shakes until the feeling magnifies a couple hundred times. All that remains afterwards is a gooey white liquid slowly rolling down the shower wall.
I lean against the wall beside me as I take a few deep breaths. The realisation of what just happened starts dawning upon me: I just jacked off to my best friend since years. Well, it wasn't really jacking off as I pretty much almost came just thinking of him, but still. I came to the thought of my best friend. It wouldn't be so bad if we were just normal friends, but the sight of my cum shooting against the wall while I pictured him will never leave my memory anymore. I'll forever look him in the eyes and remember this moment.
A soft knock sounds on the bathroom door, shaking me from my thoughts.
