Cigars at the Cabin (Sketch)

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You and your boyfriend had a nice week planned at a cabin in the mountains. Unfortunately, the cabin you'd thought would be rather secluded, actually shared a wall, and a patio, with another cabin-a cabin duplex, if you will. Annoyed, you called the rental company, couldn't talk to anyone, and settled for leaving a complaint online instead. For the first day, there was no one in the cabin next to you, so you thought you might have lucked out-but the next day, someone pulled up in a noisy pickup truck early in the morning, waking both of you up.

The fellow seemed nice enough. He was bearish, middle aged, and was up here for a solo fishing trip. The one thing you couldn't stand about him was the cigars he always seemed to be smoking. You'd always been an adamant anti-smoker, though your boyfriend didn't care as much. He introduced himself as Rob, and you hoped you wouldn't see too much of him during your vacation.

That night, you ended up on the patio together around the shared fire pit, and you were having a nice conversation, until Rob pulled out a cigar and lit it up. You made a few disparaging comments, and then said you were going to bed early. You expected your boyfriend to follow, but he said he was going to stay up a bit longer. He and Rob kept on chatting, and you went to bed, alone and mad.

The next morning, your boyfriend was in bed with you. You don't know when he came in, but he smelled of smoke-both fire and cigar. You made him take a shower, and you were in a sour mood all day, much to his annoyance. That night, the same thing happened and when you woke up, your boyfriend wasn't in bed with you.

Instead, you found a note on the counter-he'd gone fishing with Rob early, and hadn't wanted to wake you up. He got back in early afternoon, again stinking of cigars, and when you were alone, you wanted to know if he'd smoked any. He said yes he had, and the two of you got into a big fight over it. He didn't understand why you were making a big deal out of it, and your jealous nature was demanding to know why he was spending your vacation with a stranger.

What happened next is a bit hazy. Rob came over, having heard the commotion. The next thing you knew, you were out back, around the firepit, Rob's arm around the shoulders of his boyfriend he was fishing with...but that wasn't right, was it? Something told you he was your boyfriend, but why would you be dating a man like that? Burly, bearded, smoking cigars, sounding like a roughneck...

But that night, you jacked off, fantasizing about them both. Something was wrong with you, different about you. You hadn't been this old, this fat. Your cock had been larger, surely. You heard the bed knocking against the wall, snuck outside and watched the two bears fuck in their bed, smoking cigars, and jacked off a few times like a total pervert. What luck, really, getting a cabin next to two hot fuckers like that. This solo vacation of yours was looking up already. Maybe you could convince them to take turns on your old hole too...if you asked nicely.