The Cabin - Part 6

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Mike stared at him for a moment. It had all happened so fast, and yet, his feelings for the eighteen year old were becoming stronger by the second. He looked into Ollie’s deep, blue eyes and knew that what he was about to do was wrong on so many levels.

The muscular man took Ollie’s cheek in his hand, feeling the wet chill from the rain as he brushed against the soft flesh with his thumb. Ollie’s eyes closed as he leaned into it, contently.

“I’m more than twice your age” Mike reminded him, as Ollie’s trembling hand reached up and held his one. “I’m old enough to be your father”.

“I know” Ollie replied, but kept his eyes closed, and that’s when Mike couldn’t take it, anymore. He moved closer, until their bodies touched, and just as Ollie’s eyes flickered open, the man kissed him, and for just that moment, everything was perfect, for both of them.

There was no force or speed, just the gentle movement of their lips as they slowly parted, and Mike’s tongue pushed deeper into Ollie’s mouth.

He could feel the young man’s heartbeat as he unzipped his wet jacket and slid it down his arms. He was excited. Nervous, even. He stumbled backwards as Mike’s powerful body guided him toward the hall, stripping him of his clothes here and there, and a few short seconds later, the two of them stood in the bedroom, still passionately embraced, as Ollie stood in his underwear.

“You’re sure about this?” Mike asked, breaking the kiss, just to pull his shirt over his head. Ollie’s eyes trailed the carpet of black fur on the man’s chest, and nodded.

There was something different about this for Mike. He closed his strong arm around Ollie’s waist, and dragged him closer until their tongues met again. He’d had sex countless times over the years, with many different women. Most of it he’d enjoyed. Some of it he’d enjoyed more than others, but this. This was something special.

Ollie felt soft and fragile in his strong hands. So easily manipulated and manoeuvred. He bent to the man’s will. Stepping here, moving there. Mike felt a strength that he’d never known before, and yet, he wanted nothing more than to be gentle with the young, inexperienced man.

“You’re doing great” Mike whispered, as Ollie awkwardly fumbled with the button on the man’s jeans. “You don’t have to be nervous”.

Ollie swallowed and nodded. Mike could already see the growing tent in the lad’s underwear, and smiled as he waited for him to work out the button. He tugged at it for a few seconds, before finally it came free, and Ollie hesitantly lowered them down Mike’s hairy legs.

“You look good down there” he teased, as the handsome teen crouched down in front of him. He looked up, a smile lighting his eyes, before those very same eyes watched as Mike’s loose boxer shorts began to raise.

When the two of them were down to their underwear, Mike took a moment to study Ollie. He was skinny, but not underweight. His smooth flesh was pale, and entirely unblemished, and he stood awkwardly, scratching his arm as he waited.

“What next?” He asked, if only to break the growing tension.

Mike smiled. Even if he didn’t know, it was clear that it was Ollie’s first time. The young man didn’t know where to look or what to do, so he waited patiently for guidance.

“There’s no rule book” Mike told him, running the back of his finger down Ollie’s soft cheek, trailing it down the side of his neck, and gently gliding his fingertips over his chest. Ollie took a sharp breath when Mike found his nipple.

“We do what feels good” Mike whispered, circling the growing bud as the air in Ollie’s lungs stuttered from his mouth. “I’m guessing that feels good” he added, and watched the young man nod intently.

He spent time working each of Ollie’s tender nipples. He brushed his thumbs over them, squeezed them gently, and showed the eighteen year old that his cock wasn’t the only thing that could make him feel good. When Ollie’s cheeks were flush, and his erection stretched out his tight briefs, Mike took his hand.

“If it gets too much” he said, as he guided Ollie’s hand toward his underwear. “Just let me know”.

Ollie nodded and watched as his own hand was led south, and seconds later he felt the warmth of the man’s crotch against his fingertips.

“W… What do I do?” He asked, as Mike’s cock swelled under his gentle grip.

“Whatever feels good” Mike smiled, and slid his hand into the back of Ollie’s briefs, squeezing a handful of ass until the young man gasped.

He had to admit that this was just as new to him as it was to Ollie. Never in his life had he looked down at one of his sexual partners to find an erection other than his own. Yet, Ollie was firmly standing to attention, and seemed rather embarrassed by it.

“Don’t” Mike said, still fondling the teen’s ass, as Ollie attempted to adjust himself. “I like it”.

The young man nodded and left his raging boner still poking into his underwear before Mike dragged them down his legs, and the decent sized prick snapped out, and bounced between them.

“Now, I like it even more” he grinned, and touched Ollie in a way that he’d never been touched before.

“Holy…” He gasped, as his cock was squeezed at the base, and slowly worked up the shaft. He shuddered and released Mike’s one as his eyes rolled and his toes curled.

He had a nice cock. It curved to the left slightly, with a thick, pink head that was half hidden behind a long foreskin. It looked somewhat strange attached to a young man who was so petit in all other ways, but Mike enjoyed the contrast, and slowly worked the impressive cock as Ollie squirmed and groaned.

“Is that nice?” He asked, gently guiding the lad onto his back on the bed. Ollie simply purred in response, and watched with glassy eyes as Mike spread his legs apart, and exposed even his most private areas.

“W… What are you doing?” He asked, and his heartbeat could almost be heard through his raspy voice.

“What feels good” Mike repeated, and leaned his head down as the warm aroma of the teen filled his lungs.

He was neither ripe nor fresh, but somewhere perfectly in the middle. There was a sweet scent to him, but the distinct stench of a young man who enjoyed his cock too much. Ollie bit down on his lip as he watched the man hoover up his aroma, but dropped his head back on the pillow when he felt the first warm kiss on his bulging cock head.

“Oh my…” He gasped, digging his feet into the mattress as Mike peppered more kisses along the underside of his shaft, and down to his full, sagging balls. He squeezed the sheets in his fists, and arched his back as darts of pleasure rippled through his young body.

Mike ran his tongue along each grape sized testicle. He chased them around the sack, teasing and tonguing before taking one into his mouth and sucking on it as Ollie chirped. His strong, hard hands kept the lad’s smooth legs pinned up, even as he twisted and writhed with pleasure.

He tasted phenomenal. A slight saltiness, but something delicious, too. Mike savoured the flavour as he continued to explore Ollie’s cock and balls, before gliding his tongue slowly up the lad’s shaft, causing him to whimper in pleasure.

“W… What if I cum?!” Ollie asked, desperately trying to control himself as he experienced sensations that he never even knew existed.

“Then I’ll have done a good job, won’t I?” Mike smiled, trying to ease his nerves. “Just relax, Ollie”.

Again, Ollie’s head fell back onto the pillow, and his body seized up as Mike took the wet, leaking cock head into his mouth, sending them both to heaven. He toyed with the slit, forcing the cock to swell even more, and slowly took him deeper into his throat.

Ollie’s legs twisted and his face contorted in ecstasy. He grabbed handfuls of his own hair, squeezing as his cock was swallowed whole by the most amazing man he’d ever met. He could hardly keep his eyes open, and was certain that he’d blow his load in just seconds, but he was determined to return the favour.

Mike could tell that the teen was about to explode. He could feel it in his balls, as they began to crawl up his body, ready to unload into his mouth. He eased off slightly, though he was enjoying it almost as much as Ollie was, and lifted his legs higher.

“W… What are you–” Ollie started, and watched as his body was manoeuvred so that his ass was directly in Mike’s face. “L… Let me guess. What feels good” he said, and let out a ragged moan as something warm and wet lapped at his hole.

Mike teased the tight, pink rim with the tip of his tongue. He felt the sphincter clench and tremble, and spread the wrinkled hole apart with his thumbs, before burying his tongue deeper into the lad. Ollie poured pre-cum onto his own stomach as he lay there, feeling as though he’d won every lottery in the world.

He drenched Ollie’s tight hole in saliva, pushing it deeper into his rectum with each thrust of his tongue, and the young man reached a point that he’d never reached before.

His cock began to dance of its own accord. Every muscle in his body contracted. He choked out moans as he waited for an explosion of cum to gush from his untouched cock, but Mike had stopped with just milliseconds to spare, and Ollie almost passed out with the pleasure.

It had been almost thirty minutes since they’d started, and Mike had almost entirely forgotten about his own raging boner, which had now drenched his underwear. He looked down at the slippery sheen of saliva that covered every single inch of Ollie’s perfect cock, balls and ass, and crawled up the bed.

Without a word, Ollie leaned over and kissed the man. He could taste his own junk from his mouth, but that only made him more eager to do what he did next.

Ollie broke the kiss, but he didn’t have the same patience as Mike. He scurried down the bed, dragging the man’s boxer shorts down with him, and gazed at the huge rod that flopped out from the waistband, and smacked against Mike’s hairy abs.

“Fuck” he gasped, watching as the thing twitched and spewed thick streams of clear pre.

“You don’t have to” Mike began, but Ollie had become feral, and had cradled himself between the man’s legs seconds later, before grabbing hold of the thick, veined cock, and wrapping his eager lips around the head.

Mike watched him. He’d gotten thousands of blowjobs over the years, and the one Ollie was attempting to give him was inexperienced, at best. Still, the man smiled and enjoyed the sight of the handsome teen struggling to stretch his lips around the thickest part of his cock.

He was determined. Ollie forced himself deeper onto Mike, gagging as the man’s large helmet squeezed into his throat, but he pulled back just before he caused himself to puke, and stared sheepishly at the man, with spit hanging from his lips.

“I… I can’t” he stuttered, but Mike’s smile grew wider.

“You did great” he said, “you’ll get the hang of it some day”.

“But… But you… You did it for me” he replied, looking defeated.

Mike couldn’t help but be impressed with just how kind the young man was. He looked genuinely upset that he couldn’t return the favour, but Mike reached down and dragged him up his body, until he felt his cock slide between the cheeks of Ollie’s perfect ass.

“You’re thinking about it too much” he told him, as Ollie unwittingly began to slide his hole up and down Mike’s eager cock. “If it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it”.

“T… This feels right” Ollie gasped, biting his lip again as Mike’s helmet covered his virgin hole in pre-fuck.

“If it feels right” Mike whispered, running his thumb around Ollie’s swollen tip, “then do it”.

He didn’t need to be told what to do. He’d imagined this moment more times than he could remember, and as he looked into Mike’s dark eyes, he knew that this was the man he wanted to do it with.

Ollie reached back and gripped Mike’s cock at the base. There was so much pre and spit, that he could hardly hold on as he lined it up with his tight, hungry hole. He didn’t care that it would hurt. He didn’t care that it would likely feel better for Mike than it did for him. All he cared about was pleasuring the man who he had fallen in love with the moment he stopped him shooting that deer.

“Oh flip!” He cried out, as his ring began to stretch around Mike.

Mike held back his laughter. Oh flip? He’d be sure to remind the young man about that later, but for now, he lay there and enjoyed the feeling of Ollie’s tight, welcoming hole as it took him in, inch by inch.

The burn got worse before it got better. Ollie felt the sweat drip down his face as he impaled himself on all eight, thick inches of Mike’s cock. He squirmed and writhed, gasped and groaned, but just moments later, all of the pain that he’d endured, melted away, and he opened his blue eyes and laughed.

“That… That wasn’t that bad”.

“Glad to hear it” Mike grinned, watching as Ollie’s cock seemed to freeze in place, twitching slightly and drooling copious amounts of fluid.

“W… What’s that?” Ollie asked, watching as the cloudy liquid poured from him.

“You’re milking yourself on my cock” Mike explained, “keep going”.

Ollie placed his hands on Mike’s large hips and thrust himself gently, at first, but increasing his speed with each passing second. Mike simply watched as the naked teen fucked himself, his eyes screwed up and his face covered in sweat and pleasure.

Ollie made sounds that he’d never made before. It felt like something inside him had exploded with pleasure, and each stroke of Mike’s cock into his guts, made his entire body buzz.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum!” He squeaked, as his legs tensed, and his back arched. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Mike!”

He wasn’t the only one. Mike grabbed hold of Ollie’s slender waist and drove his cock deeper into him. He hammered the lad’s swollen hole, piston-fucking him with force until their orgasms united, and the pair of them reached climax together.

Ollie’s fresh, teen load squirted in ribbons from his stiff cock. It drenched Mike’s face and chest, dripping from his lips as he licked it up and flooded Ollie’s bowels. It felt like a tap had been turned on, as more and more and more sperm gushed out of them both, and then it was over, and Ollie flopped forward, onto Mike’s hairy, cum soaked chest, and remained there, as Mike’s cock softened inside his freshly fucked hole.

It may have been a minute, or perhaps even an hour, but when Mike eventually found the energy to speak again, Ollie looked up at him and smiled.

“How about one of those sandwiches you made yesterday?” He asked the young, gorgeous man.

“Oh, is that what this is?” Ollie teased. “All of this was for a sandwich?”

Mike shrugged his shoulders and used his thumb to wipe pre-cum from Ollie’s lip. “Not just one sandwich” he said, “you’ll be on sandwich duty all the time when you move in”.