I pulled up to the cabin on Friday afternoon with the sun already low behind the mountains. The gravel crunched under my tires and the air smelled like pine and crisp mountain cold. Tanner had picked a good spot, way up in the Colorado Rockies, far from anything. Just us for the long weekend before the wedding turned into a circus.
Tanner came out onto the porch with a beer in his hand and that easy grin he always had. "Sawyer. About time. The guys are already in the hot tub out back. Throw your bag anywhere and grab a drink."
I did as he said. My bag landed on one of the big leather couches in the main room. The cabin was all dark wood and big windows, with a stone fireplace and a kitchen that looked like it could feed twenty people. It felt expensive and private at the same time.
Out on the back deck the hot tub was already steaming. Maverick, Colton, and Riley were in it, beers in hand, laughing about something. They were all big guys, the kind who had played sports in college and never really stopped lifting. Broad shoulders, thick arms, chests that filled out their shirts even when they were relaxed. Tanner was the same. I had known them all for years through him, but being the only openly gay one in the group always gave these weekends a certain charge for me. I had spent more than a few nights over the years jerking off to the thought of exactly this kind of situation, though I had never imagined it would actually happen.
We drank. We talked shit about the wedding plans and the bachelor activities that were coming. The jokes started light.
"Man, it’s good you came," Riley said at one point, stretching his arms along the edge of the tub. Water ran down the dark hair on his forearms. "With all this wedding stress and the girls not here, a man could use some proper relief. And you are the only one here who can actually help with that kind of thing."
The others laughed. I laughed too, playing along like it was just another round of ball busting. But my cock gave a hard twitch under the water and I had to shift to hide it. The heat of the water and the closeness of their bodies was already doing things to me that I was trying hard to ignore.
Later, after the sun went down and we moved inside to the big sectional couch with a game on the big screen, the jokes got more direct. Tanner was sprawled out with his legs wide, phone in one hand, the other resting on his stomach. He had changed into loose shorts and nothing else. His chest was smooth except for a light trail of hair that disappeared under the waistband. I could see the outline of his cock even when he was soft. Thick. Heavy. The kind of cock that had starred in more than a few of my private fantasies over the years.
"Fuck, I am wound tight," he said to no one in particular. "Two weeks of no sex because of some dumb tradition my girl is doing and my balls feel like they are going to explode. Between that and the planning I can barely think straight."
Colton snorted from the other end of the couch. "Same here. Mine is saving everything for the honeymoon. Says it will be hotter that way. I am dying."
Maverick looked over at me. He had that lazy, confident smile he got when he was up to no good. "Hey Sawyer. You are gay. You could do us a solid this weekend, right? Just between us. Drain some of this built up tension so we don’t go crazy before the wedding. It would be like a favor for the whole party."
He said it so casually, like he was asking me to run to the store for more ice. The others chuckled but nobody told him to shut up. They were all looking at me now. My mouth went dry. My heart was beating too fast. I should have made a joke and changed the subject. Instead I heard myself say, "Yeah. I mean, if it would help. Sure."
The air in the room changed, but not in a dramatic way. It was still casual. Still like we were just talking.
Tanner looked at me for a second, then nodded like it was settled. "Appreciate it, man. For real."
He didn’t even stand up. He just hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down enough to free his cock. It was already thickening, the head flushed dark, a single clear bead of precum sitting at the slit. He gave it a slow stroke with one hand while he kept scrolling on his phone with the other. The casual way he exposed himself in front of everyone, in front of me, made my stomach flip.
"Come on then," he said, not looking at me. "Get between my legs. Just take care of it real quick so I can focus on my wedding."
I moved before I could overthink it. The floor was cool under my knees. I settled between his spread thighs. Up close his cock looked even bigger, the shaft veined and heavy, the balls underneath full and tight from the weeks of no sex he had mentioned. The smell of him hit me first, that warm, masculine scent of skin and a long day and the faint trace of soap from earlier. It made my head spin in the best way. I had smelled him before —after gym sessions or long days out, but never this close, never with permission to do what I was about to do.
I leaned in and licked the head, tasting that clear drop. Salty and a little sweet. Tanner let out a low breath but kept talking to the room about some vendor issue for the wedding. I opened my mouth and took his cock in.
He was thick enough that my jaw stretched around him. The weight of him on my tongue was perfect, heavy and alive. I went slow at first, working him deeper, letting my throat relax around the intrusion. His free hand came down to rest on the back of my head, fingers threading lightly through my hair. Like my mouth was just another convenient place for him to rest his hand while he handled business.
"Yeah," he said to Maverick, voice even. "That vendor is going to be a pain in the ass but it’ll be fine. Sawyer has got this."
The casual way he said my name while I had his cock in my mouth made my own dick throb hard against my thigh. I sucked him steadily, using my tongue along the underside, hollowing my cheeks on the upstroke. Precum kept leaking from him, coating my tongue in a steady flow that I swallowed down without thinking. The taste was getting stronger the longer I worked him, turning thicker and more bitter as he got closer. I kept going, eyes watering a little when he shifted his hips and pushed a fraction deeper.
The other guys were still talking and laughing around us like this was normal. I could hear the game on the television. Someone opened another beer. Every now and then one of them would glance over and make a comment.
"Look at him go," Colton said, amused. "Told you he would be useful this weekend."
Tanner came without much warning. His thighs tensed under my hands and then he was pulsing in my mouth, thick hot spurts that I had to swallow fast to keep up. The taste was strong and bitter and exactly what I had been craving without admitting it. He groaned once, low in his chest, then patted the top of my head like I had done a good job on a chore.
"Good. That’s better already. Thanks, Sawyer."
He tucked himself back into his shorts like nothing had happened and went back to his phone. I stayed on my knees for a second, lips wet and a little numb, the taste of him still heavy on my tongue. My own cock was aching, leaking into my underwear in a steady drip that I was sure had to be visible if anyone looked.
Then Maverick shifted on the couch and spread his legs a little wider. "My turn. Hope your jaw isn’t tired yet."
His voice was calm, almost bored. I crawled the short distance over to him. He was already hard, his cock standing up thick and curved slightly to the left. He had more hair than Tanner, a dense patch at the base that smelled stronger, more like sweat and musk from the hot tub earlier. I buried my nose there for a second just to breathe him in before I took his cock into my mouth. The scent of him filled my lungs, masculine and a little sharp, and it made my hole clench around nothing.
He tasted different. Earthier. His hand was heavier on my head when he guided me down. He didn’t talk much, just let out quiet grunts when I took him deep. The others kept their conversation going above me. I heard them talking about the fishing trip they had planned for tomorrow morning. Maverick came after a few minutes, holding my head down so I had to swallow every drop. When he let go I pulled off gasping, strings of saliva and cum connecting my lips to his cock.
"Clean it up," he said, still casual. "Don’t fucking leave a mess, man."
I licked him clean, slow and thorough, while he sipped his beer and watched the game over my head. The taste of his cum was different too, thicker and with a sharper aftertaste that lingered.
Then Riley shifted on the couch and spread his legs wider, that lazy grin still on his face. His cock was already out, thick and heavy with a fat bulbous head that flared wide at the ridge, veined all along the shaft in a way the others were not. His balls sat high and tight against his body. He did not say much at first, just reached down and guided my head straight to it the second I crawled the short distance over.
"Open up," he said, voice casual but firm. "I’ve been waiting for my turn since forever. Don’t make me ask twice."
I took him in and the stretch was different, the fat head popping past my lips and filling my mouth immediately in a way that made me relax my jaw more. He tasted clean with that sharp salt edge from the day, and he made these low satisfied sounds while I worked him, occasionally reaching down to stroke my cheek or push my hair back so he could watch. The others kept talking and laughing above us like it was nothing out of the ordinary. When he came it was in short powerful bursts that hit the back of my throat. He held my head in place until I had swallowed every drop, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my temple like he was praising a job well done.
"Clean it up and move on," he said when he was finished, tucking himself away. "Colton needs a release real bad. Don’t keep him waiting, buddy."Colton was last that night. He had me straddle one of his thick thighs while I sucked him so he could reach around and squeeze my ass through my shorts. His cock was the longest of the four, not as thick as the others but it hit the back of my throat in a way that made my eyes water every time I took him deep. He talked the whole time I was on him, his voice steady like he was discussing the weather.
"The stripper cancelled, I thought the weekend was going to be a shitshow but at least we have this handled now," he said to Tanner. "Your boy here is going to keep us all sane."
When he came he pulled out at the last second and painted my face with it, thick ropes across my cheek and lips. I licked what I could reach. He wiped the rest with his thumb and pushed it into my mouth.
"There you go. All taken care of."
They went back to their night like I had just helped them move a piece of furniture. I sat on the floor between them, face and mouth messy, cock hard and untouched, feeling like the ground had shifted under me in the best and most terrifying way. My face felt warm and sticky. I could smell their cum on my skin mixing with the beer and the cabin air. Part of me wanted to go clean up. A bigger part of me wanted to stay exactly like this, marked by them, waiting for whatever came next.
That was only Friday.
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