Cabin Fever Over Holidays

by Jay Starre

  Cabin Fever Over the Holidays

  Sam considered himself a regular guy. Like his name, steady, down-to-earth and built that way too. Solid. Brown hair, brown eyes, regular features in a square face. Not outstanding in the looks department. Not too tall at just under six feet. Not too loud or too quiet. Friendly enough but not a shmooze.

  He had no problem with that self-estimation. It usually worked for him. People instinctively liked and trusted him. He wasn’t threatening, and in his career as a financial planner in San Francisco’s busy banking district, that reputation served him well.

  Of course, he’d been invited to the Christmas holidays party up in the California Sierras being hosted by his best buds, Cole and Andreas. They’d have him chopping firewood and helping cook. He was reliable in that regard.

  The rugged road in to the cabin was dusted with new snow, but fortunately, he’d driven his 4x4 and had no trouble negotiating the slippery track. Cole welcomed him on the porch with open arms.

  A stocky redhead with a brilliant smile in a freckled complexion, he was both ebullient and domineering. Actually, Cole was downright bossy. He had Sam filled in on the holiday schedule within the first fifteen minutes as they unpacked his truck together and dropped off his bags in his room.

  “I hope you don’t mind that we booked you a roommate. His name’s Jimmy and he’s from Palm Springs and quite the cutie. He’s single, and I hear he’s a willing slut so let’s hope you get some action out of it.”

  Sam merely smiled, unable to take Cole seriously. The redhead was a terror when it came to schedules but a total nitwit when it came to personalities. His partner, Andreas, was the sensitive one. He had the really juicy gossip, and often enough it was even true.

  Andreas also had the hots for Sam. It was not an uncomfortable thing between them; Andreas flirted with him while he merely smiled and refrained from responding to the blatant come-ons. Not that the tall ex-basketball player wasn’t hot. He had a killer body: long, lean and athletic. A curly nap of jet-black hair, soft brown eyes and bold open features were accented by luscious honey-brown skin.

  His mother was French and his father a New York City Haitian. He’d inherited a dramatic streak from both parents, but his years on a semi-pro basketball team had toned it down, or at least channeled it into competitiveness rather than hysteria. He was now a successful realty developer. He came in from the outdoors just as Cole was breaking the news to Sam about Jimmy.

  “I’ve heard he’s got a really tight ass. He’ll never take that big thing you’re sporting up his butt,” Andreas commented breezily as he embraced Sam in his long arms—and managed to grope his firm can at the same time.

  Cole hooted out his loud laugh before adding fuel to the fire. “Maybe you oughta break in the little blond punk for Sam! We all know our buddy here’s got a good-sized piece on him, but honey, your cock is the Snake From Hell and ain’t no one who can touch that!”

  They all laughed but Sam knew the truth behind the jesting. Andreas had a monster cock. Not only was it thick, but it was extremely long and had a huge knob at the end that most guys found truly intimidating.

  And that was the reason behind Andreas’s lust for Sam, he believed. Cole just couldn’t take that big dick up his ass, and Andreas needed to fuck butt. So, they had an arrangement, all very civilized. Andreas could fuck any ass that was willing, and capable, just so Cole didn’t have to get boned by that mammoth pipe.

  “I can suck on it pretty damn good,” Cole had explained once to Sam. “But in my ass? No way. I just can’t stretch enough to get that giant cock-head in my snug butthole. You’re welcome to try, my friend, but beware. You won’t walk for a week afterward!”

  Sam had taken cock up the ass often enough. He was a true versatile, enjoying both topping and bottoming. His easy-going, and often ambivalent, nature assured that. He’d seen Andreas’s big bone a number of times. They worked out at the same gym and he’d often stayed at their gorgeous townhouse up in the Pacific Heights area of San Francisco. All three had gone on several vacations together where he’d had occasion to see both of them in the buff.

  Truthfully, Andreas made sure Sam had a good look at that giant cock as often as possible. Not exactly flaunting it, but showing it off, for sure. Sam didn’t mind. Unlike Cole, he found the size and girth of that big brown bone a challenge. If Andreas and Cole weren’t his best friends and partnered, he’d jump on that monster meat. Maybe it wouldn’t be easy, but he was sure it would be fun trying.

  So that was the status quo. Andreas wanted to fuck Sam; Cole was fine with it, while Sam resisted them both— and his own urges.

  “Let’s get to work! We’ve got a dozen guests arriving for Christmas Eve dinner and that’s only two days off. Sam, you can hightail it out to the woodshed and split a heap of firewood. Andreas, you’re scheduled to put up the tree this morning. We can all decorate it after lunch at twelve forty-five.”

  * * *

  Sam enjoyed the hour of splitting and stacking firewood by himself. He wasn’t exactly a loner, but he was self-contained. He listened more than he talked and kept his own counsel in most matters. He couldn’t say he was lonely, even though he had no one to call his “boyfriend” nor could he claim a steady fuck-bud. Admittedly, he hadn’t even been dating lately.

  With the light dusting of fresh snow on the ground and coating the tree branches of the woods all around, he was pleased that they’d be enjoying a white Christmas, not a common occurrence for most Californians. The crisp air was invigorating, as well as the quiet. The nearest cabin was at least a quarter mile away ensuring relative privacy.

  When Cole came out with a gorgeous smile splitting his freckled face to call him in for lunch, Sam found he was more than simply pleased and invigorated. He was downright happy. It seemed he was always happy when he was around these two.

  By the time Jimmy arrived just before dark, they’d completed the tree decorating and were well into the beer. All three were feeling pretty good.

  “Hi, Jimmy! Welcome to the Cabin of Debauchery for our Holiday Fuck-Fest!” Cole announced as he swept the new arrival into his arms and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

  Andreas snatched the blond newcomer from his partner and introduced him to Sam. Sam met Cole’s eyes. Extraordinary blue orbs under the palest blond brows. Quite large too. They looked like they could swallow him.

  “Yum. Is this the hot stud you promised me for Christmas?” Jimmy said as he stepped forward and embraced Sam.

  “I don’t know about that,” Sam muttered back. “Cole invited some actual studs for the Christmas Eve party. And New Year’s. That’s probably when your hot Christmas gift will be arriving.”

  “Don’t mind him, Jimmy. He’s modest. Wait ’til you see his big fat cock,” Cole blurted out, followed by his hooting laugh.

  The ice was certainly broken, if there had been any to begin with. Jimmy was a sparkling rival to Cole’s boisterous dominance. The four of them chatted gaily around the luminously decorated tree and the roaring fire as the evening slipped away.

  It was Sam who retired first. “I need my beauty sleep. I’m sure Cole has all kinds of hard labor planned for tomorrow.”

  He was fast asleep when Jimmy came into the bedroom much later. He awoke to the sight of a naked blond bending over the bed against the opposite wall in the small room. The dim glow of the bed-stand lamp illuminated the lean body, which was surprisingly tanned for a blond. Of course, Jimmy was from Palm Springs where sunshine was a cheap commodity.

  That amber-brown tan terminated abruptly at the waist and started up again just below the well-rounded butt-cheeks. Sam couldn’t help noticing that for a slender guy, he had a luscious ass.

  He couldn
’t help the boner that sprang up under his sheets either. That glowing pale butt was on perfect display as Jimmy bent over the bed, pulled aside the covers, and crawled up on all fours to switch off the light.

  In those brief moments, Sam’s fantasies evolved from grabbing those cheeks to spreading them, diving in to lick the crack all over, fingering the no-doubt tight hole, and finally pumping his stiff cock deep and fucking the hell out of the cute blond.

  “Good night, Stud,” a whisper floated across the room in the darkness.

  “Uh, yeah. Good night, Jimmy,” he replied, flushing with guilt about his nasty fantasy and stiff cock under the covers.

  * * *

  The next day, Cole had them hard at it from the first light of dawn. Jimmy was expected to do his share and had no problem with that. He cheerfully helped with the chores, which included making breakfast, doing the dishes, and tidying up every nook and cranny of the four-bedroom cabin for the upcoming party.

  “Most of the guests are going to stay overnight. No drunks will be driving off from our party to get themselves killed,” Andreas explained to the pair of busy guests. “That’s why we have you two sharing. We’ll be packing them like sardines into the other two bedrooms.”

  “The result is going to be one hell of a lot of cock-sucking and ass-fucking,” Cole added as he breezed through on the way to some other chore he’d scheduled for himself. He may have been bossy, but he was also the hardest working of them all.

  “Don’t mind him. Why don’t you two sneak out for a break? There’s a path that leads through the woods down to the pond. Go check it out. It’s a nice day.”

  Andreas was right. It was a gorgeous day. The sun shone in a cerulean blue sky while an inch of new snow overnight dripped from branches as the weak sunlight melted it. The air was brisk and sharp with the scent of pine needles. The snow underfoot was scant enough to make walking no difficult chore.

  “It’s the quiet that’s best, don’t you think?” Jimmy asked as they hiked through the silent woods.

  “Yeah,” Sam answered, taking that as a hint not to chatter. That was fine with him. He followed the blond man closely, with a keen eye on the pump and swell of his round ass. The jeans he wore were tight enough to offer a tempting view.

  The pond was lovely. Only a few acres in size, it was early enough in the winter so it hadn’t frozen over yet. The placid water reflected the blue sky and slanting sunshine with a nearly blinding luminosity.

  Thick pine and fir surrounded it, except for a small clearing on the shore where the path ended.

  “Can you imagine it in summer? This little meadow is probably full of wild flowers all blooming.”

  Jimmy turned to him and smiled. Those big blue eyes shined above a button nose and a small, pursed mouth. Pink lips opened up in a surprisingly broad grin.

  Sam wanted to kiss those lips. He found himself staring at them, at a momentary loss for words. He hadn’t been so hot for someone in a long, long time.

  “Kiss me, Sam. Kiss me good,” he heard Jimmy demand through the fog of his desire.

  Moist lips beckoned. Sam grabbed the slim blond and yanked him into a fierce embrace. He crushed those tempting lips with his own.

  Through the kiss, Jimmy gurgled laughter while stabbing his tongue deep into Sam’s mouth. He reached around him to seize his solid can with both hands and pull hard, pressing his crotch into Sam’s in a sexy bump and grind.

  Taller and bigger, the auburn-haired banker enveloped the Palm Springs blond in his muscular embrace. Sam worked out regularly and played soccer on a recreational team. He was bigger than Jimmy by half, and at odds with his mild-mannered personality, he had power to spare. Now, he uncoiled that leashed strength.

  Breathless and moaning, Jimmy felt crushed by the unexpected ferocity of that embrace and tongue-sucking kiss. He’d initiated it, and now he reciprocated eagerly. Fucking Sam’s mouth with his twirling tongue, he continued gripping one of the banker’s solid butt-cheeks while sliding his other hand around and down between them into their grinding crotches.

  He found the swollen meat packed within layers of boxers, heavy khakis, long-sleeve wool shirt, and bulky overcoat. Busy fingers undid buckle, buttons and zipper. In moments, Sam’s khakis and boxers were down around his knees and his stiff cock was rearing up under the tails of his shirt and coat.

  “Fuck yeah! You do have a big fat cock,” Jimmy blurted out as he broke their sloppy kiss and grinned up into Sam’s warm brown eyes.

  “And you have a fucking sweet butt,” Sam murmured back, entranced by those giant blue eyes and pink lips.

  Jimmy beamed as he offered a naughty wink and wriggled his butt in Sam’s hands. He gripped Sam’s stiff dick and pumped it a few times before abruptly squirming around to face the other direction.

  The eager blond had his own pants and underwear down around his knees in seconds. Laughing and still squirming, he pressed his naked butt back against Sam’s crotch. “Go ahead, cop a good feel.”

  Sam groaned as he lifted the tails of their shirts and coats and got a look at that round butt. Pale as cream and outlined by that dark tan, it looked like heaven to fuck. Hairless cheeks, perky and jiggling, shoved back into his hands… and his rearing hard-on.

  “Fuck! Rub that big bone in my crack. Dry hump me, stud!”

  Without lube or condoms at hand, that sounded like a fine enough idea. He held their clothing up out of the way with one hand and slid the other over one of the cheeks. So smooth! Hot too.

  He thrust his stiff bone up against the crack. It did look pretty big, flushed a deep purple against the ivory butt valley. He didn’t think of his cock as all that big; he’d had it all his life and was used to it. The shaft was fat, sure, right to the head, which fortunately tapered into a bullet-shaped tip that slid right in before the thick girth followed.

  He pushed it into the pale crack, pumping between the jiggling cheeks. The heated divide was ever so smooth and slick with a light sheen of sweat. He groaned aloud as he began to slide his cock up and down.

  The blond snorted out laughter as he wriggled back against the fat dick pumping up and down his crack. “Ummmm! Yeah. Hump my butt like that… we can fuck our brains out later tonight… ahhhhhh… after Cole gets done working us to death!”

  Sam was mesmerized by the slick sensations enveloping his cock: smooth ass-flesh, humping cheeks, and the feel of the asshole puckering out to kiss his pumping dick. He stared down at the white butt glowing in the winter sunshine and imagined how warm and tight that hole would feel once he crammed his cock into it.

  Not usually quick on the draw, Sam found himself humping faster and faster while gawking at the wriggling white ass and imagining his cock buried to the balls, Jimmy squealing, and both of them blowing their loads. He was close to that within moments.

  “You’re hot for it, buddy! God yeah… ummmmm… that cock of yours is throbbing like it’s about to spew. Go ahead! Shoot all over my ass!”

  The nasty suggestion was all he needed. Plus, the blond squirmed vigorously back against the humping cock while squeezing with his tight butt-cheeks. The satin flesh massaged Sam’s thrusting dick with slick heat. The sight of that writhing white ass, his cock planted between the cheeks, and the thought of driving into the hole buried in that slick crack, pushed him right over the edge.

  “Fuck! Yeah! Here it is!”

  His swollen cock-head reared up from between the round cheeks and erupted. A spray of cum rocketed out to splatter Jimmy’s tanned lower back and then dribble down over milk-pale butt-cheeks.

  Jimmy snorted out laughter as he continued wriggling around. “Nice! I’ll save my load for tonight when your fat bone is buried to the balls up my tight ass. I’ll squeeze a load out of you then too.” Sam huffed wordlessly.

  The laughing promise was followed by a saucy wriggle before the blond man stepped away to pull up his pants and underwear and turn to face the still-dripping Sam. “I’ll let that cum dry in my skivvies to remind me of that h
ot fuck to come later tonight.”

  Sam shook his head and laughed aloud. “You are nasty. I like that, and I’m looking forward to that fuck too. I guess we better get back for now. Cole’s definitely got more stuff for us to do.”

  On the way back, they chatted non-stop. Sam experienced a true Christmas glow with the fresh snow, winter sunshine, and the anticipation of more ass later that night.

  * * *

  Andreas commented on it at dinner. “You sure look cheerful, Sam. Looking forward to your Christmas presents, are you?”

  The retired basketball player knew something was up. Though nothing had been said about the nasty goings-on earlier in the afternoon, Andreas noticed the frequent glances shared between their two guests. Sam was definitely showing his good mood, laughing at everything, grinning for no good reason, and offering help even before Cole demanded it.

  “He’s just happy to see us, honey,” Cole put in as Sam blushed brightly and Jimmy smirked. He wasn’t as sensitive as his partner, but he wasn’t stupid either. And he knew Sam well. The quiet banker wasn’t about to gush out some love-struck confession.

  “Let’s get the dishes done before we take a nice little break around the fire. Tomorrow’s going to be a real busy day and we need our rest tonight,” he ordered.

  This time it was Jimmy who went to bed first. Sam lingered, flushed with a continuing glow of expectation, but content to bask in the company of his best friends for a bit longer. Cole sprawled on the couch with his head cradled in Andreas’s lap while Sam lay on the floor staring into the crackling fire. With a thick rug underneath and a fat cushion for his head, he listened to Cole’s easy chatter and Andreas’s murmured replies.

  Finally, he rose to excuse himself. “Give us a kiss, honey,” Cole demanded, pursing his red lips and winking.

  Sam bent to kiss the soft mouth, feeling Andreas’s big hand gently cup the back of his head. Tasting apricot liqueur, he pulled away to smile down at the handsome freckled face before he rose to kiss Andreas.