Learning the Business

The Cabin.Part I

The 2 ½ hour trip up to the cabin was fairly uneventful. Traffic was not as heavy as I thought it would be considering it was the start of the holiday weekend. Chase’s cabin was on the northwest side of the lake. Matt chose to take the scenic route to get there. The road ran virtually parallel to the lake for most of the journey,offering us striking views. I had forgotten how large of a lake it was. It was huge. He pointed out a couple places we could put in the jet skis and a few coves that he said were good fishing.

The property was fairly secluded, about ⅓ mile off the road, back a fairly hidden dirt driveway. The cabin itself was roughly a mile or so from the lake and sat on about an acre of land that had been cleared and leveled.About 75 feet from the front of the cabin, the land sloped sharply downward, allowing for a decent view of the lake. The cabin was a bit larger than I was expecting, and looked in great shape.There were 2 ATVs parked along the side, along with a jet ski, and a small motor boat. Chase obviously liked his toys. Stairs led up to a covered deck with some Adirondack chairs, a sunken hot tub and the front door.

We got out and walked around, taking in the view. The front door opened and Chase came out to greet us. Matt had shown me pictures of him, but in person he appeared more attractive. He was Matt’s age, mid 30s, brown eyes, short black hair with a nicely trimmed beard and mustache. He had a rather rugged appearance. A look I found very appealing. From his dark tan it was obvious hespent a lot of time outside. He had on a Henley shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing nicely muscled forearms. The top buttons were undone giving the hint that a hairy chest lurked below. He had on a pair of threadbare jeans that were filled out quite well. He had nice calves and sported an envious bulge. On his feet were a pair of worn brown cowboy boots, (a fetish of mine). And…as if that wasn’t enough to light a fire in me, he had a fairly deep voice. I definitely admired Matt’s friend.I wanted him to be my new bestie too.

He welcomed us into the cabin and gave us a short tour. It had an open floor plan with a stone fireplace ringed by a couple sofas and chairs on one end. A roomy kitchen with a large table and 2 benches occupied the center portion of the cabin. The far side had a bar, a pool table and a couple pinball machines.(I would definitely check them out later). Two bedrooms and a bathroom were at the back, behind the kitchen. Finally, a loft hovered over the bar area. Chase offered us the loft and we gladly accepted.

It had been decided earlier that we would take the ATVs out for the day. Chase went outside to load them onto his trailer. He mentioned to us that there had been a heavy rain recently.The trails would certainly be a bit muddy. ( That excited me). We’d probably get pretty grungy and he suggested we wear some old clothes. (we had planned and packed for just such a situation). We drug our backpacks and belongings upstairs to the loft. It was very cozy with a large window that overlooked the woods. A railing stood at the other end of the loft and overlooked the kitchen and living area.

We began to unpack. The bed looked so very comfy. It was covered with a fluffy quilted spread and had several oversizedpillows.I plopped on top of it to check it out.A minute later Mattjumped on top of me too, making the bed bounce several times. It was so soft, I almost wanted to stay there and forget the ATVs.

Matt stared into my eyes. Barely a moment passed before his face was pressed close to mine.He began kissing my neck and lips. Becoming more aroused, he tore off my shirt and started alternating between biting my nips and licking my pitts.My armpitswere especially sensitive, and I was soon writhing in pleasure. His stubble tickled me, which caused me to squirm and giggle. The more I moved around, the more forcefully he pushed my body into the bed. He bit my nipples harder, almost too hard and I stopped giggling. He continued to kiss all around my chest and sides, frequently letting go of my arms to tickle me some more.His hands moved to my shorts, undoing the button and zipper. In one delft move he lifted me by the small of my back and shoved my shorts down to my ankles. His face dived into my crotch, sucking my balls through my jock, tugging on them, gently stretching them. Blood began to pour into my dick enlarging it. He sucked the shaft of my penis through the mesh material. He used his mouth to move my dick one side. His tongue forced its way under the pouch, working itself along the length of my dick until it reached the head. He pulled the jock up a bit, further exposing it’s fleshy contents and dug his tongue in further. He made the tip his focus, leisurely swirling his tongue around the slit and ever so lightly grazing the area just below it. It felt tingly and I moaned loudly. I was so glad that Chase was outside and couldn’t hear me.

Matt grabbed my pulsating prick and released it completely from the jockstrap.His mouth came down and encased the head of it. He worked his way slowly down my shaft again, then shifted to my orbs. His tongue darted to the crease between my thigh and groin. With one big slow lick, he traced a path upward,pausing now and then to give the crease a little kiss. He returned his attention to my cock, using both his right hand and mouth. I watched as his head bobbedfuriously up and down on it while simultaneouslytwisting his hand, – pressing down hard with his lips. My hips started to move rhythm with him.My toes started to curl. He reached up with his other hand and forced four fingers into my mouth. My eyes were wide open and they returned to stare up at the ceiling, focusing on nothing in particular. All I saw was a white nothingness. I could feel my balls tightening, pulling up into me.Matt’s speed increased, sucking and slurping on just the upper part of my dick now. I attempted to hold off a little bit longer, but the battle was over. I erupted into his mouth,emptying out my balls. He captured it all, not losing a drop.He brought his mouth up to mine and kissed me hard, forcing all my cum back into me. His tongue smearing my boygoo all around the inside of my mouth, then sucking some of it back into his. He swallowed.I did as well. He fell off me and collapsed on his back. “God I love you so much Kevin. I love you to pieces.”He was thinking about staying in bed with me all weekend instead.I was still gasping a little from my release, my dick was still hard. I smiled at him. I was feeling a closeness to him as well. I felt so lucky at that moment.

We heard the front door open and Chase’s footsteps on the hardwood floor below. He yelled up, asking if we were ready.“Just about,” Matt called down. “Just unpacking all our shit.”We got up and dressed into some ratty clothes we had brought along and hurried downstairs.

Chase had an awesome heavy duty pickup, a supercab. Apparently Matt’s friend had a decent job. I opened the truck’s front door and started to climb in. I assumed it had a bench seat and I wanted to sit in the middle, wedged between them. Matt stopped me.“Where do you think you’re going twinky?” I told him that I hated that term. I reminded him I was just a few months away from turning 18.“Still a twink,” he replied. Chase snickered.It was then I took notice of the bucket seats, and I was redirected to sit in the back.

We traveled about 10 miles to the state forest. Chase said that legally ATVs weren’t allowed here. However he knew some of the rangers. They had told him that as long as people weren’t too rowdy and destructive to the land, that they weren’t bothering to enforce the rule. We turned off the main road onto FR104. There was a yellow swing gate blocking our way. Chase was unfazed. While the gate had a padlock and appeared locked, the lock itself was only hanging there, open.I was told to open and swing the gate out of the way. After they drove the truck and trailer through, I closed the gate and replaced the lock, careful not to actually push the lock closed.

We drove a few miles in and parked in a dirt clearing off to the side.Working together Chase and Mattremoved the chains securing the two ATVs and backed them off the trailer. Three would have been better,allowing all of us to ride our own, but two is all we had.I assumed I would be riding with Matt and hoped at some point I could drive one by myself.

It was clear from the number of tire tracks that this particular trail was popular. Some of the tracks looked pretty fresh, suggesting recent use. They appeared to go down the fire road a few hundred feet and then veer to the right, disappearinginto the woods.

Chase climbed onto the bed of the pickup and gathered 3 helmets from the truck box for us to wear. He went over a few instructions, mainly for my benefit, then hopped atop the blue ATV. ( It was alittle bigger and meaner looking than the one we got to use). I climbed on the red one behind Matt and wrapped my arms around his waist. We took off chasing after Chase.It seemed like there were miles of trails. We navigated over rocks, hills, small tree limbs. We rode through mud holes, occasionally sliding around in them, wheels spinning. We cut across several streams. I increased my fun by slipping my hands under Matt’s shirt and feeling around his trimmed chest, playing with his nipples.

We did trade off a few times. I got to drive for a while with Matt sitting behind me. I rode behind Chase as well. I couldn’t resist, I had to slip my hands under Chase’s shirt and explore. My suspicions were verified. He did in fact have a very hairy chest.We hit a deep rut and my hands slipped and found themselves grabbing his crotch to steady myself. The left landed on top of his package. It grew a little. I allowed my hand to dwell there for just a little while. (Maybe I squeezed it just a tiny bit)

As we approached a creek,Chase signaled that he wanted to pull over. It was early afternoon and we were all a little hungry. He untied a pack from the back of the ATV. He had packed some beers and a few sandwiches.We sat on a fallen tree drinking, eating, random talk. We finished up. Matt leaned over and said something to Chase that I didn’t quite catch. Shortly thereafter Chase got up and said he was going to scout the trail ahead. He’d be back in a little while.

Matt took his empty beer can and threw it to the side. It landed at the edge of a muddy ditch in the trail. “Pick that up Boy,” he commanded,
“and gather up the rest of the trash too.” I sighed and got up to retrieve the can. He seemed to get off on tasking me to do crap like this.As I bent over to pick up the can, my foot slipped and I slid down into the muddy crater, my left leg sinking down to about mid calf. It was deeper than it looked. I sighed and tried to lift up my leg, but the mud was thick and didn’t want to release my foot. There was a pop and my foot suddenly released. My sneaker however, remained behind, stuck in its grip. I faltered a little, almost recovered, but my now socked foot once again slipped down into the sludge and became mired. Matt had come over by this time. He offered his hand to pull me out. I took it, and offered my thanks.He started to pull me up, but changed his mind and pushed me backwards into the muck. I tumbled. He laughed at me.I swore. I was mad. I reached down and seized a hunk of the goop. I threw it at him as hard as I could, hitting him squarely in the stomach. I pulled myself up. I reached for him to bring him back down into the pit with me, but he anticipated my move. He took a few steps to the side.I missed and fell forward. As I lay there cursing up a storm,he gathered up a big wad of oozing mud and slung it down on the top of my head. He wiped his hands on the only clean part of my shirt left. I was a brown mess. He pushed me into the pit again, this time he joined me.He sat squatdown on the back of my calves. Matt ripped off my shirt and pushed my chest down into the mud.Scooping up another glob he reached into the back of my jeans and smeared it all over my ass, taking time to work some into my crack.

“Look at you,” he said with revulsion. “You are one filthy, dirty little boy Kevin. Not a pretty site at all.” He paused a moment before saying, “There’s only one thing you can do with nasty boys like you. Any idea what that is?”He paused again.I didn’t answer. “You fuck the hell out of them and throw them to the side. It’s the only thing they’re good for” he growled. He undid my jeans, grabbed the leg ends and roughly pulled them off.My jock was ripped down and off. He shucked off his clothes as well, and stepped back into the hole. He lifted me by my pits and positioned me so that my head and arms were hanging over the side, but my legs and ass remained in the ditch.“I think mud will make for some fine lube lil Kev.Better than the likes of you deserve.” I felt another glob hit my butt again. He began to work his mud caked fingers into my hole.

As he was prepping me for my pounding, I looked up, hearing Chase returning on his ATV.He stopped, dismounted and turned off the engine. He walked up to within about 100 feet of us and removed his helmet.By this time Matt had worked three of his fingers into my cavity. Chase looked at us and appeared amused. He leaned back against a tree to watch the show. I don’t believe that Matt had heard him arrive. He was too intent on priming me for my assault.

Matt slapped some more mud into my crack as he began to slap and grind his sausage into it.“Daddy’s going to dick you down now, you little pervert. Daddy’s going to open up that hole nice and wide. I want to hear you make some noise bitch. I want the whole forest to hear you.”Then he pushed into me. It didn’t go in as smoothly as I thought it would. My hole was not quite as welcoming as it usually was. The sludge didn’t make for a great lube afterall. It required more effort on his part. But he got it in and I let out a loud guttural cry. Partially this was because I knew it’s what Matt wanted and partially because it hurt like hell. My ass was very acquainted with his near eight inch cock, yet I still felt the pain and sting every time he entered the backdoor. He enjoyed the grief it caused me, but then I liked it too. I continued to cry out with each thrust he gave me.

I looked over and now Chase’s pants and briefs were around his ankles. His hand was down at his crotch just beginning to stroke his meat. He had a very big bush and veryhairy legs. It was a pleasure to look at. I watched as it swiftly became fully erect. His dick was definitely a bit longer than Matt’s with about the same thickness. It had a bit of an upward curve. He moved a little closer towards us. Matt was still pounding the hell out of me. I continued to grunt and groan. Matt tried tograb my hair and pull my head back, but his fingers couldn’t gain any traction due to the mud.

Chase was really getting off watching us. I heard him muttering under his breath. “Give it to that little fucker Matt. You fuck that boy good. Harder damn it,harder.” I started to fixate on Chase’s hard penis. I wondered how all that meat would feel in my mouth. What would it be like to be facefucked and assfucked at the same time?I had yet to have a 3-way. I could feel my cock throb at the thought of having both my holes attacked simultaneously. Hmmmmm!

Matt must have heard Chase’s words, for he was piledriving me now. I could feel his hips lifting up. His dick slipping out before plunging it forcefully back into me. I moaned all the more. This was the fullest my ass had ever felt, undoubtedly due to all the mud his thick prick was packing into me.

He roughly turned me over onto my back. I saw him notice Chase jerking in the background. I could tell he enjoyed putting on a show for him. By now I had slid a little further down into the mudpit. Matt was lying directly on top of me. He spread my legs apart andslid his arms under my back,his hands grasping my shoulders. He was using them as leverage to drill completely into me. His head down against mine, his mouth to my ear. He whispered to me that Chase was watching us. He told me to be louder. He was playing to his audience. Matt started loudly proclaiming what a tight hole I had. That there was nothing better than ravaging a boy’s pussy.“How does it feel Kev,” he grunted, “to have a real man’s dick up there?” I repliedthat it hurt but I wanted it. “Whose cunt is it boy?” he asked.“Yours Dad. I’m your little bitch. Make it hurt more”.I knew that was what he wanted to hear.

I heard Chase let out a huge cry and knew instantly that he had gone over the edge. He was spraying his seed. I was a bit disappointed that I couldn’t see him ejaculate. My view was blocked by Matt's head. Matt heard Chase as well andthis took him over the edge. Matt screamed into my ear “ Time to take Daddy’s load you little shit.”With that he pumped his cum deep inside me. He lay collapsed on top of me for a minute,then withdrew his manhood. My hole had been thoroughly wrecked.

Matt got up and began to flick the mud off his body.“Get up Kev, you filthy pig. Look at yourself. You couldn’t wait until we got back. You just had to drag me into that filthy pit and force me to fuck you. What?You wanted an audience too? You are truly a tramp Kev. Disgusting”.

He yelled at me to go over and apologize to Chase. I made the mistake of asking why. I was told to apologize for getting the ATV he had so graciously allowed me to use all muddy. (The ATV was indeed quite muddy, but not from Matt and I rolling around in the mud.)I told Chase I was sorry.Matt cut me offby saying that of all the boys he had ever used, I was the most worthless of them all. He promised I would wash and clean both ATVs when we got back. Mattseemed to like humiliating me. Chase looked at me and just shook his head.

I was ordered to go down to the creek to clean up myself and our clothes. As I started to gather them up, he called me back. He whacked me upside the back of my head and asked me where my gratitude was. He referenced all the effort he had just expended on me.I replied meekly, “Thanks Dad for shoving your cock into me. I don’t deserve it. I’ll try harder to be better from now on”.

“You really don’t deserve it Kevin. Just remember that you can be replaced” he sneered. Then as always, his mood changed. He kissed the top of my head, said he loved me and would always be there for me. Such irony. We walked together down to the creek to wash up as best we could. Our clothes wet and nasty, we rode back to the truck naked.