The Cabin Pt. 01

It wasn't an easy feat getting to my little cabin in the woods. The small three bedroom cabin was tucked deep inside the Laurentian Mountains. It was about an hour's drive from Montreal. I rarely went up there during the harsh Quebec winters. The little cabin was starting to fall apart and was barely livable. As long as the fireplace worked, and I had a bottle of whiskey it worked for me.

I parked my car on the side of the road, and we spent nearly two hours shoveling. We tossed the metal shovels back in the trunk, and finally parked the car. We grabbed our bags from the car, and stumbled through several feet of untouched snow. There was so much snow that we were barely able to push the cabin door open.

"Nice place" he said, placing his bags on the old wooden table.

It wasn't much, but at least he liked it.

Our backs were covered in thick layers of sweat, and our boots filled with snow. It was all worth it, I could finally spend some time alone with him.

I did my best not to stare at him as he peeled his soaking wet shirt off. He smiled at me, fully aware I was checking out his half-naked sweaty body. I smiled back at him as I peeled my shirt off. He was staring at my big hairy beer belly. We pressed our half naked bodies together, and gave each other a quick passionate kiss. We quickly grabbed dry shirts, not wanting to get sick.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey out of my backpack, and we downed a couple of shots. The cabin was warmer than outside, but still freezing cold. We could see our warm breath pour out of our mouths, and the steam rising from our damp clothing.

After several clumsy attempts, the woodstove stove roared to life. Luckily, the caretaker had left a pile of firewood in the enclosed front room. The fire flickered over our bodies, casting shadows all over the bare cabin walls. We stood in front of the fireplace to warm up. I stood behind him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He leaned back and kissed me, as the house slowly cracked with heat.

It wasn't our first time together, and we both knew it wouldn't be our last. Even though he was twenty years younger than me, the chemistry was still there. He wanted someone he could trust with his secret, and he wanted to feel safe with me. Nobody knew either of liked being with guys. Nobody had a clue we were slow dancing to the hot fire, and watching the fresh layer of snow fall outside the big cabin window.

It was about the first night we would spend together. We could finally hold hands around each other's bodies. I reached inside his shirt and rubbed my hands along his smooth abs. I slid my hands up and down his chest as our kissing turned heavier. He could feel me pressing between against his smooth body. He always wore jogging pants, so there was no hiding how hard I was.

I let go of him for a second, and we pulled the couch close to the fire. We watched the fire burn, and placed our hands on each other's thighs. Only the hollow walls of the drafty cabin could hear our deeply personal conversations.

Jeffrey was a surprisingly good listener. Even though he mostly spoke French, he was still able to understand me. I was surprised he would care about the problems with my kids. He was only three years older than my oldest son. I was surprised he would give a crap about my ex-wife and our messy divorce. But here he was, listening attentively as I dished out my endless problems.

It starting get too hot, we both got off the couch and moved it back a few feet.

We sat back down on the couch, and he sat between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him, and held him tight. He picked up the bottle, and our shots quickly turned to swigs. I reached inside his shirt, and massaged his smooth back as he opened up to me.

Jeff told me how his mom abandoned him at an early age. Due to her mental health problems she wasn't able to care for him. His dad was busy working or buried in a bottle of vodka. I reached around and hugged under his shirt, kissing him softly on his left cheek.

Despite his rough childhood, he got a decent job in call center. He was working hard to finally move out of his Dads place. He lied to his dad and said he was working out of town this weekend. He explained that his dad was probably too drunk to notice. Well, I guess he couldn't tell his dad he was off making love to man double his age all weekend?

We both jumped as the embers cracked, shooting a small spark foot in the air. Another swig each from the bottle of whiskey calmed our nerves. I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek against his face. I rubbed my scruffy face against his soft tender cheeks, and I pressed my hands against his thighs.

He pushed me down on the couch, and straddled my waist. We could both feel how hard we were. He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his curly blonde hair, then pushed his body into my waist. He rocked his body back and forth, grinding against me. I reached up and gently toyed with his little pink nipples, until they hardened. He grabbed my finger and wrapped his thin pink lips around while rocking back and forth. I took my finger out of his mouth, and slid them down the back of his body.

I grabbed his ass hard, and slid his body up and down on me. He leaned all the way down and kissed me, while I reached inside his jogging pants. With my hands buried inside his pants, he leaned down and pushed my shirt up. I teased my finger up and down between his ass cheeks, searching for his tight little hole. He licked circles around my nipples, bit each of them. Jus He didn't bite them hard, just hard enough to make me tingle. That was the moment, where he let out a loud moan. It was the moment where he bit my nipple a bit too hard, where I found my way into his hole.

I wanted tonight to be special. Jeffrey had no idea about the gift I was about to give him. It meant so much to me. I wanted it to be given to someone I truly loved. I pulled my finger out of him, brushed my finger against his lips.

I got up off the couch, and dug inside my snow-soaked backpack. I put something in my hand and walked back over to him.

"Close your eyes, and open your hand wide"

He sat up on the couch and closed his eyes. I couldn't resist him. I softly kissed the side of his neck, and made my way down to his nipples. He moaned as I pressed my teeth against his perfect pink nipples, lightly biting each of them.

With my lips still pressed on the side of his neck, I placed the gold necklace in his hand.

"No, it's too much I can't take it!" He said, looking down in his hand.

I knew the gift would be hard for him to accept. I took the necklace and strung it around his neck. I lifted it up and pressed it between our lips. I wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him as hard as I could. I was trying hard not to bawl my eyes out.

"I really can't take it you, I know what meant to you" he said, in his very broken English.

I pressed my hand against his chest, and kissed him below the ear. He knew that every time I did that he would let out a soft moan. It was his special spot, and I only knew how sensitive it was. I knew it made him quiver all over when I kissed him there.

"It's what Dan would have wanted" I whispered in his ear.

Jeffrey knew about my buddy Dan. He knew how Dan had a big problem with alcohol and drugs. Dan also had the same secret as we did. He hid it from his friends and family. Dan was my first secret lover.

Dan was a big time drug dealer, and had a tough guy persona. Dan was one of the most attractive man I ever met. He had long jet black hair and small even goatee. His big arms and chest always bulged out of his small black shirts. He wore always wore tight blue jeans, and big leather boots with small metal buckles.

For a guy as tough looking as Dan, he sure was a good lover. We met on a warm summer night, in back of a gay bar at the edge of town. We had a couple too many drinks that night, and wound up in a seedy motel at the edge of town. My wife thought I was on a business trip, and Dan knew nobody would cross him. Dan had no idea that was my first time with a guy.

Nights with Dan turned into weekends, and weekends with Dan turned to years. Our relationship developed further and further, but always stayed between us. Dan found out up my family, and how we sometimes struggled to pay our bills. He never admitted it, but someone had mysteriously been paying our bills.

Dan had a heart of gold. He would volunteer at the homeless shelter, and never kick a man when he was down. He would secretly pay for school lunches when parents couldn't. That was Dan, my scary gay lover.

On my fortieth birthday we went for a drive on his Harley. It was the only way the two of us could spend time together. We would drive out to the countryside, and he would park the bike deep in the forest. Usually, we sat on his motorcycle and talked for hours. Of course, we also would make love for hours. We would throw a blanket down on the grass, and explore each other's naked bodies.

He leaned back and reached into his motorcycle bag. He fished around in his bag and handed me a gold chain. It had a small 'D' hanging from the middle of the chain.

"Happy birthday Dave"

He kissed me on the lips, and wrapped the gold chain tightly around my neck. We kissed again and reluctantly put our clothing back on. We both had to go home to our families at some point.

Dan dropped me off a few blocks away at our usual spot. As soon as I got off his bike, I took the chain off and put it in my jean pocket. I fingered the chain in my pocket, wishing I could get away with wearing it. I watched him ride off into the distance, his jet black hair flying in the wind from under his bike helmet. He knew I was watching him the way I always did. I always watched him when he drove off. I wanted to be riding bitch, with my arms wrapped around his waist. I wanted to be holding his big Harley belt buckle, with his hair slapping against my mouth.

That was the last time I saw Dan alive.

It wasn't his drinking or gang activity that killed him. Ironically, he was struck and killed by another drunk driver on the way home that night. I couldn't go to his funeral because I was too scared his wife would find out. All I had was a gold chain that I couldn't wear, and memories I couldn't talk about.

I tried to hold back the tears but I couldn't. Jeffrey leaned forward and kissed me again.

"If he really is that much, I'll wear it" his broken English kicked in again.

I smiled back at him and hugged him again. I placed my finger between our lips and wrapped my mouth around his bottom lip.

It really meant a lot to me. I knew Dan would be smiling down and riding his Harley high in the sky. I toyed with the necklace while we held each other. Jeffrey leaned back and looked into my eyes. His big green eyes always lit up so perfectly when he got excited.

"I love you man, I'm sure not as much as Dan did." He said, wiping the tears off my scruffy unshaven face.

The two of them were so different that's for sure. They both had hearts of gold. Dan was a big beefy tough guy that drove a loud Harley, and tasted of alcohol and cigarettes. He wore dirty blue jeans, and big Harley belt buckles. He never lost a fight, and his fists were his weapon of choice.

Jeff was almost the complete opposite. I met Jeff at the local gym where I worked out a few times a week. I couldn't help but notice the smooth college senior. He had no issue flaunting his young body around the men's locker room. It was a pretty small gym, and everyone knew each other. He seemed to be there a few times a week, and we eventually struck up a conversation. I would usually swim or do a light paced workout. He was training hard to win swimming competitions. I couldn't see why he would be remotely attracted to a beefy guy who was double his age.

It was raining like crazy one late Sunday afternoon. I figured we had already chatted for a couple months, so I offered to him a lift home. It turned out he lived a few short blocks away from me. Eventually, I would give him a ride home after his workouts.

After my Sunday workout, we both ended up in the shower at the same time. I couldn't take my eyes of him. He turned the shower on, and it poured down his curly blond hair blocking his eyes. He grabbed a bar of soap, and started soaping his chest up and down. We chatted casually with me about his next competition, as he slid the bar of soap across his body.

He continued soaping himself, running the water down his perfectly toned abs. He reached further down, sliding the soap down the perfect 'V' muscles just below his waist. He causally slid the bar of soap up and down against his long cut cock. I couldn't believe how long it was, he wasn't even hard! His smooth circumcised cock hung down like a tree branch between his smooth shaven legs.

I wanted to take that bar of soap and throw it across the room. I wanted to go down on my knees and suck him off right there. He turned and continued soaping himself up and down. I turned around, but stole a quick second peek. He hummed along, while he soaped his smooth naked ass up and down.

His ass perfect ass cheeks jiggled as he pushed the bar of soap along his smooth behind. He spread his ass-cheeks wide with one hand, and rubbed the soap o his little pink hole with the soap. I quickly turned my shower off and grabbed the towel. I stumbled out of the shower, doing my best to hard my chubby hard-on.

We continued chatting in the locker room. I did my best to hide my hard-on. He was a few feet in front of me drying his body off. I put on my pants and shoes, doing my best not to stare at him. His long cock flung back and forth against the big white towel as he dried off. He turned around and wiped his ass off, sliding the towel up and down between his cheeks. He finished getting dressed, and asked me for the usual lift.

In the car on the way home he took my hand and slid it between his legs.

"I know you were checking me out, you old perv" He said, giggling at me.

"By the way I was doing it on purpose, I saw you staring at my ass"

I turned beet red as he kissed me on the cheek, and placed my hands in his loose jogging pants. There was no hiding how hard he was. He wasn't wearing underwear and I could feel him in hand. I gently stroked him as we drove home. I couldn't resist him anymore.

"Let's make a small detour" I suggested.

I drove off to a nearby park, and drove to where I knew nobody would see us. As soon as I parked the car he pushed his pants down, and gently stroked himself up and down. I started sucking him up and down as he stroked his long cock inside my mouth. It wasn't long before he shot his load into my mouth. He put his cock back in his pants and kissed me on the lips. I was too scared of getting caught, so I drove him home. The taste of him was still buried deep in my throat.

The rides home from the gym quickly turned into more. We started fooling around here and there in the locker room when nobody was watching. We would jerk ourselves up and down while we watched each other shower. One thing led to another, and it turned in to regular love-making. The problem was his ass was so tight that I could barely fit inside him.

Physically he wasn't anything like Dan. Dan had a cut cock with a massive girth. He was wide and thick, and tasted like sweat. Jeff was long, cut and clean shaven. His cock always tasted clean like he just showered. Dan loved topping me, and moving back forth while I bent over.

Jeffrey would gently ride me, but I could barely fit in him. Jeffrey loved when I stuck my thumbs between his cheeks, and licked or fingered his tight hole. He was still new to this, and so far he couldn't handle me all the way inside him.

This time I wanted to really push inside him. This time it was just the two of us alone at the cabin. I could finally make love to him the way I wanted to.

My big hairy belly pressed against his smooth even abs. He dropped his head down on my shoulder, and kissed me softly on the side of my neck.

He knew this was the perfect moment and nothing could ruin it. The gold necklace dangled between us, a faint reminder of a long lost lover.

"Do I really mean that much to you?" He whispered in my ear.

"You really do, all I think about is you"

I slid my hands down inside his loose track pants, reaching for his long cock. He reached down and popped open my belt buckle open. He pulled my zipper down, and crouched down near the couch. I pushed my pants all the way down.

I played with his curly blonde hair, as he kissed me through my underwear. His held my balls in place and licked my cock slowly up and down. He reached up, and pulled my underwear down below my knees.

With his lips wrapped around me, he slowly sucked me up and down. He was so good at it. His head moved slowly back and forth as I rested my head on my folded up arms. He cupped my balls and went a little bit faster. He gagged a bit harder and pushed my underwear down passed my ankles.

He stopped sucking me and pushed his pants down to the floor. I quickly sat up in front of him and wrapped my lips around him. Tonight I was determined to fit his whole cock in my mouth. He moaned as I proved my technique to be way better than his. My tongue pressed underneath and slid up and down the bottom of his cock, as I stroked him in and out of my mouth. I was finally able to do it, and I gagged hard as his wet tip him the back of my throat.

I wrapped my hands around him, and spread him wide. I slowly teased my finger up and down against his tight little hole, while gagging up and down on him.

"Did you bring the lube?" He asked, between his loud moans.

I looked up at him and nodded, with his cock buried deep inside my mouth. I knew how much he loved having his hole discovered. I stopped sucking him off and turned him around. It had been awhile since I ate his cute little ass, and I really missed the taste.

I jerked him up and down, with my tongue buried in his ass.

"Get the lube, please" He begged.

I pushed him aside and grabbed the lube from my backpack. Before I could do anything, he buried his head between my legs. I pushed his head up and down, and his chin slammed hard against my balls. He picked up the lube and spread it all over me. We made out passionately with his hand moving faster and faster on me.

My hands caressed the young naked body straddled in my lap.

"You want me to go all the way this time?" He smiled and kissed me on the lips.

He knew what I meant. That meant that I go all the way inside him this time, and he knew he could barely handle it. I knew how good it felt, and I really want to take him all the way this time.

I reached down and grabbed his soft tone ass, giving his tender cheek a gentle spank. I held my cock and jerked it against his body. He pushed my hand away, and held it place. He knew it was really going to hurt.

I grabbed the lube and spread a thick layer all over my throbbing cock.

He kissed my neck, and slowly pushed down on my lubed up cock. We both gasped and let out a soft moan at the same time. He forgot how thick I was, and I forgot how tight he was. I held his ass tight, and spread his cheeks wider. I was truly obsessed with perfectly round cheeks. He had the cutest birthmark on his left cheek, and I always joked about it.

He slowly rode up and down on my lap until I was halfway inside him. He leaned forward and bit my nipple hard, only making my cock swell up wider inside him.

"Go all the way in!" He begged, leaning all the way back.

I grabbed his ass hard, and shoved him down on my cock. He wrapped his arms around my sweaty neck. Our tongues melted together as my cock pushed all the way in him. I grabbed his ass in one hand, and held his back in with my other hand. The quiet cabin was interrupted by his ass bouncing up and down between my legs.