A gay story: Summer at the Cabin with Ron Ch. 03 I woke up sore next morning, but when Ron’s cock nudged my arse, it didn’t stop me handing him the bottle of lube from the nightstand, as I was pretty sure that my battered hole could take him again.
I didn’t really know what had happened to me over the last few days. I’ve always liked a cock inside me, but this was on a whole new level. I craved having Ron’s huge salami up my arse, pounding my hole, but I also really liked Ron. Apart from the size of his cock, he was good company, funny and kind, not to mention handsome, with a fit muscled body.
I felt his fingers rub some of the cool gel all around and inside my pucker, then waited in anticipation for his cock.
He did take it easy though, guessing correctly that my hole was pretty tender after his treatment of it last night.
His huge cock slid slowly in and out of my back passage, penetrating deep inside me, as he held on to me.
It wasn’t until he wanted to come that his grip on my waist tightened and his thrusts became more urgent, slamming against my arse.
He cried out, as he deposited another massive load of his seed inside me, making me sigh, as I felt it fill me up, any soreness forgotten.
After his cock had gone soft and slid out of my hole, we lay back on top of the bed, neither of us in a rush to get up this morning.
As I ran my hand over his muscled chest, I could feel bristles, something I didn’t remember feeling a few days ago.
“Hey Ron, your pecs are a bit stubbly.”
“That’s because I normally get them waxed or shaved, but guess it needs done again.”
“I can do that, if you want want. I used to shave my Grandad when his grip got a bit shaky.”
“You never cease to surprise me, Danny boy. Come on then, let’s give it a go.”
He sat on the edge of the old bath and I lathered up his chest with shaving gel, enjoying massaging it over his skin.
Taking out a new disposable razor, I carefully shaved his pecs, keeping my hand over his nipples to protect them. Wiping him off with a warm facecloth, then drying him, I ran my hand over my handiwork, before he did the same.
“Smooth as a baby’s bottom, Danny. Do you fancy doing my balls next?”
I felt slightly nervous about that, but said I’d do it, not believing that he would trust me with his privates.
Kneeling in front of him, so close to him with my hand on his balls, I was already rock hard as I reached for the shave gel.
Soaping up his ball sack was exciting for him as well as me, as I watched his cock get hard in front of me and tempting though it was to get my lips around it, I concentrated instead on the job.
I took my time, stretching an area of skin and running the razor over it. This was such an intimate thing to do, handling his balls like this, with my face inches from his erection, which I couldn’t resist kissing now and again as I worked at shaving his ballsack.
When I’d finished and dried him, he checked the result in the mirror.
“Great job, Danny boy. I think that deserves a reward.”
Not sure what to expect, I was surprised when Ron got down on his knees and took my erection in his mouth, a hand on each of my arse cheeks as he began to slide his lips up and down my shaft.
He was pretty good, so it wasn’t the first time he’d sucked a cock and I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I watched my cock being swallowed by this hunk of a man and was aware of his grip on my arse, kneading my glutes with his big strong hands.
There was no way I was going to last, much as I wanted to and a minute later, I felt my balls tighten.
“I’m coming, Ron.”
He made a noise in his throat, then I exploded in his mouth, days worth of cum spouting from my cock, my legs shaking, as I jerked again and again against his face.
Ron kept on swallowing and sucking, till he’d got every last drop milked from my cock, then rested his head on my stomach, my shaft halfway down his throat.
That had been a total surprise, but an enjoyable one and I looked down at the top of Ron’s head leaning into me, his hands still holding my arse cheeks.
He let my softening cock slip out of his mouth with a plop and raised his head.
“Your cum tastes so sweet.”
“Hey I’m a sweet kind of guy.”
That got me a slap on the behind, then he stood up.
“Ok, playtime over, let’s get busy.”
After a quick breakfast, we got stuck in to today’s job, which was to build the new kitchen units, which took us most of the day. It was another really hot one and the cabin seemed to draw the heat, so were working in just our shorts.
A few times my eyes lingered on Ron’s naked torso while he wasn’t looking and my eyes were drawn more than once to the shape of his cock moving freely in his shorts.
He caught me one time with my gaze on his crotch, but he just grinned at me knowing perfectly well what I was doing.
When we stopped late afternoon, we followed our usual routine, starting with a dip in the lake to get clean and cool off.
Ron kept horsing around, grabbing me and pushing his cock against my arse, a promise of things to come later, hopefully.
We had dinner on the veranda and broke out the whisky again.
While we were sitting chatting, Ron was running his hand over his shaved chest.
“You’ve made an excellent job of my chest, young Danny. Thanks again.”
I gave him a grin.
“Well I got my reward for that, so thank you too.”
“About that. It’s not something I do often, but I just couldn’t help myself this morning and I think you needed it.”
“I did, but don’t worry, I won’t expect it all the time. I’ll be happy if you just keep on fucking my arse every night.”
He stood up and hauled me to my feet.
“In that case, there’s no time like the present.”
He walked me to the bedroom, one hand down the back of my shorts, two fingers exploring my hole and I could see his erection tenting the fabric of his sweatshorts.
I started to take off my shorts but he was too quick for me. He pushed me back on to the bed and pulled my shorts down over my feet, before grabbing my legs, lifting them up to expose my arse hole.
He looked at me with a glint in his eye, as his head came down, his tongue out, ready to give my hole some attention.
I loved having him rim my hole, but this was the first time I could watch him do it, his face almost buried between my cheeks, as his tongue swirled round my pucker, before the tip penetrated my hole making me cry out.
He raised his eyes to mine with a look of total lust, as he continued to probe and suck at my hole, his hands firmly gripping my arse.
Tonight he seemed to be in no hurry, enjoying what he was doing with my hole, knowing it would be driving me crazy, but I wanted his cock, no matter how pleasurable his tongue was.
Eventually, he gave me what I was waiting for and pushed his cock inside me with one great thrust, till we were body to body.
He took a minute, looking down at me, a big smile on his face.
“You know what, Danny boy, I could eat your hole all night long.”
That made my sphincter muscle clench, which I knew he felt.
“Ready to get fucked?”
I nodded, waiting for him to give my hole another pounding.
He didn’t disappoint, but slammed his way into my arse, his thrusts becoming faster and faster, my hole getting stretched by his huge thick shaft as he forced his way up my back passage, penetrating my body, desperate to fill me with his seed.
He never took his eyes off me as he fucked and I felt a huge connection between us, before his face told me he was going to cum, then his cock expanded in my hole and he released his usual mighty load inside me, the hot liquid spurting from his cock and satisfying me once again.
We lay back together and rested, both of us getting what we’d needed.
For the first time since we’d arrived here, I found myself thinking about Aunt Marlene and how she could possibly cope with Ron’s size, being a small woman.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Ron put his hand across me and stroked my chest.
“You know what, Danny, I love that you take my whole cock, I can just let go with you.”
His hand continued to roam over my body.
“With your Aunt Marlene, I’m always holding back when we have sex. I usually take her from behind or let her get on top, but I do love her and we get on great together otherwise.”
Too much information maybe, as a picture of Marlene riding Ron’s huge pole crept into my head.
I didn’t know what to say, but I was really pleased that I was making him happy, so I just squeezed his hand.
“Any time you want, I think you know that by now.”
“You might regret that, Danny boy.”
I didn’t think I would somehow and as we settled down for the night, I was already thinking about his cock in my arse again tomorrow.
Next day and the days that followed, we stuck to the same routine. We gave ourselves a day off on Sunday, where apart from treating ourselves to a pub lunch, the rest of the day was spent in bed, with Ron drilling my hole twice and swimming in the lake, mucking around together in the water.
All too soon, it was our last day before we went home for a week.
After early morning sex, when my hole got well used again, the rest of the day was spent tidying up the cabin and packing stuff we wanted to take back with us.
Mid afternoon, I was putting away some tools in the lean-to, when Ron came up behind me and put his arms around my waist, pressing his body against mine. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my behind and his breath close to my ear.
“How about a fuck?”
“Yes please.”
His hands were inside my shorts pulling them down, then I felt his tongue at my hole, licking and probing forcing the rigid tip inside me, as his hands held my cheeks apart.
I heard him spitting on his hand, which meant no lube, so I braced myself against the workbench, ready for my hole to be penetrated.
Two weeks of being stretched by his cock had obviously loosened me up, as he entered me easily, his thick shaft pushing it’s way inside me, till he was balls deep in my arse.
I put my hand back and held him there, just needing a minute of him right up there inside me, so I could remember how it felt.
As soon as I let go, he began to thrust against me, slamming his cock up my back passage, his body banging into mine as his hips propelled him forwards at speed to plunder my hole.
I held on to the workbench as he fucked me, loving the way he was ramming me like his life depended on it, making me feel wanted.
There was an urgency to his fucking that I felt coming off him and my arse was taking quite a battering from his hard rod, as he whispered in my ear.
“Loving your hole, Danny boy.”
“Your cock feels so good. I want your cum inside me.”
He moved his hips with short fast thrusts, pounding my arse, till he gave a loud cry and I felt his load streaming from his cock to fill me up.
Staying inside me, he held on tightly to my body, his head on my shoulder and his breathing ragged.
“I think your arse was made for my cock, Danny boy.”
“Nobody else feels like you, Ron. You’ve ruined me.”
We made our way down to the lake and jumped in, rinsing off the sweat and the cum that was leaking out of my hole.
Ron spent a lot of time with his arms around me, or playing with my cock and behind.
“I’m going to miss this next week, Danny.”
“Not as much as I will, but we’ll be back again soon.”
It was true, although I would definitely miss having my arse destroyed every night, it was only a week. What was really bothering me, was what would happen when the cabin project was finished and I returned to university.
That meant no more Ron and I didn’t think I’d find anybody else to match up to him.
We finished packing up and had an early dinner, followed by a small whisky nightcap.
In bed that night, before we settled down to sleep, Ron fucked me one more time, then afterwards remained lying on top of me for ages, his cock buried in my hole, then he rolled off and patted my behind.
“Time to sleep, Danny. Back to reality in the morning.”