Brokeback Cabin

Secrets and desires can't stay hidden in the wilderness. Under all that flannel and friendly smiles, there’s a spark too hot to ignore.

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⚠ NSFW images below. ⚠

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"God damn, bro, what the hell was that?" Red's voice cut through the stillness of the woods, his frustration unmistakable. I was just as pissed. Four hours out here, and I’d missed the cleanest shot of my life.

"Shit, man, I don’t know. My bad," I muttered, trying to defuse his irritation. Truth be told, it was probably the four beers I’d downed back at the cabin.

"Yeah, well, don’t think I’m gonna let you live this one down," Red growled, throwing a playful but hard punch to my shoulder.

The sun was sinking, and the chill in the air was biting. We started the long trek back to the cabin, our boots crunching over the frost-covered ground. Hank had lent us the place for the weekend, a rare escape from the grind back home.

Red and I worked together at Jimmy’s Plant Farm—he drove the big rig, and I loaded it. The job kept us on the road more often than not, running a route that stretched from Raleigh to Nashville to Birmingham, with plenty of pit stops in small towns along the way.

Red’s wife, Ann, hated the schedule. She’d made it clear she didn’t sign up to be a trucker’s wife. It was a sore spot for him, though he didn’t discuss it much. Red wasn’t one for deep conversations. He was a "show, don’t tell" kind of guy—a trait that had kept our friendship alive since high school.

The night was brutal, cold enough to freeze your breath mid-air. Red paused by a tree. "Hold up, I gotta take a leak."

"That’s twice in twenty minutes. What are you, ten?" I teased, shifting my weight to stay warm.

"Can’t help it if the lizard needs draining," he shot back, unzipping his fly.

"Hurry the hell up. If you shake it more than twice, you’re playing with it."

"Not what your wife said," he quipped, smirking as he zipped back up. His laugh echoed in the frosty air as we jogged the last stretch to the cabin.

Back inside, I headed out to grab firewood while Red jumped in the shower. The fire was nearly out, and the cabin was bitterly cold. I split a few logs and stoked the flames until they roared back to life. Upstairs, I could hear Red belting out a country tune, his voice surprisingly decent for someone who didn’t give a damn about pitch.

By the time he came downstairs, the fire had warmed the place up nicely. Red strolled into the room, a towel hanging precariously low on his hips. My eyes darted away, but not before catching a glimpse of his chiseled torso. He was lean, sculpted from years of hard labor at the plant farm. His abs were taut, his pecs dusted with just the right amount of hair.

"You cooking something?" he asked, pulling a beer from the fridge and tossing me one.

"Yeah, found some pork chops and peas in the freezer. Should be ready soon," I said, focusing a little too hard on the microwave.

Red took a swig of his beer and absently scratched his chest. "You think I should shave this? Ann keeps bugging me about it."

"Why not?" I shrugged, turning to set the timer.

"She wants me to shave… everything," he said, his tone tinged with disbelief.

"Balls, too?"

He nodded, grimacing. "I’d look like I was twelve. Can’t do it."

I couldn’t hold back a snort. "They say it makes you look… bigger."

Red smirked, his hand sliding down to adjust the towel. "Don’t need any help there," he said, grabbing his crotch for emphasis.

The rumors were legendary. Even in high school, people whispered about Red’s impressive endowment. I’d tried to sneak a peek a couple of times in the locker room, but he was always maddeningly discreet.

I knew he was straight—hell, he’d slept with half the cheerleading squad. But some part of me always wondered. Not about him, exactly, but about myself. Being around Red tangled my thoughts, twisting my insides into knots I couldn’t explain. I’d dated many girls, but none ever made my pulse race like he did.

Red wasn’t just a guy. He was the guy—the one who made me question everything I thought I knew about myself.

My eyes drifted to Red, absentmindedly rubbing his beard while studying the label on his beer bottle. The firelight danced across his chest, the hard lines of muscle shadowed by the faint dusting of hair. My gaze lingered a beat too long, tracing the curve of his shoulders until the microwave's beep jolted me from my trance.

“What’s going on down there?” Red’s voice broke through my haze, his beer bottle pointing squarely at my crotch.

I glanced down, horrified to see the unmistakable tent in my sweatpants.

“Thinking about that fine-ass wife of yours?” Red teased, grinning as he lifted his beer to his lips.

“Yeah… can’t go too long without her,” I lied, forcing a chuckle.

After dinner, we sprawled on the couch, a growing pile of empty bottles cluttering the coffee table. Red stretched out, his towel still barely hanging on, his beer bottle resting on his thigh. A loud, unapologetic belch erupted from him, shaking the cabin's quiet.

“Damn, son,” I laughed, wobbling to my feet to throw another log on the fire.

“Felt damn good, too,” Red shot back, lounging deeper into the couch.

As I stooped by the fire, my gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, between his legs. The towel had parted slightly, revealing the faintest glimpse of bare skin beneath. My breath caught as his legs shifted wider, and I felt the heat rising to my face.

“Get a good look?” Red asked, his voice low and teasing as he closed his legs.

I snapped my head away, fumbling for an excuse. “I wasn’t looking. I was… thinking.”

“Thinking, huh?” he said, his words slurred but playful. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stood, walking over with the casual confidence of someone who knew they’d been caught.

Red moved behind me, his large, calloused hands gripping my shoulders. “Liar,” he murmured. His fingers kneaded into the knots in my shoulders, strong and deliberate. “Ann usually does this for me… when she’s in the mood to, you know, have some fun.”

A shiver ran through me as his hands dug deeper, my body instinctively leaning back into his touch. My head tilted, exposing my neck, and I could feel his breath hot against my skin.

“Relax,” he said softly, his hands trailing lower. Suddenly, he pulled me back against him, his strong arms wrapping around my torso. His grip was firm, almost possessive.

Red’s hands slid down to my ass, grabbing it with a boldness that left me breathless. Before I could process what was happening, he ripped my shirt clean in two, tossing the fabric aside like it was nothing.

His mouth was on me instantly, his tongue lapping over my chest. His lips found my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. The pressure sent waves of heat straight to my core, leaving me utterly undone as he pinned me in place, his every movement both commanding and intoxicating.

He dragged his lips down to my playground, pulling down the waistband of my sweatpants. He reached in and grabbed a hold of my cock, and stroked it quickly as he cupped my low hangers.

I fisted his shaggy brown hair as he took me into his mouth. My hips slammed against his mouth as he bobbed up and down on my rock-hard shaft.

"Oh God," I cried out as he moved his tongue over the tip of my cockhead. 

I was overcome with pleasure. For fear of falling over, I grabbed hold of a chair near the table as Red moved down to my balls, taking each one into his mouth and sucking like a powerful vacuum.

"You like that, huh?" he asked as he tongued the sides of my cock.

Red traced my dick over his lips as pre-cum oozed from the slit. I started to sway my body back and forth, throwing my head back as his powerful suction pulled me into his warm mouth. Red had skills.

After what seemed like an hour of Red servicing my dick and multiple close calls of me almost blasting in his mouth, he let my shaft slip from his lips, teasing my thick cockhead with his talented tongue. 

He moved behind me, biting into my neck flesh. Red's hands reached around, stroking my cock. Red led me to the end of the table and placed my hands flat against the cool surface. He whispered in my ear, "Don't move," and disappeared upstairs. 

My ass clenched in anticipation as I remained bent over as I waited for him to return. My cock was at attention as it leaked pre-cum onto the floor. Red returned carrying a bottle of lotion. He pumped a generous amount into his hand and lubed my ass with his finger. It was the only thing we had available. 

The cool sensation made my ass tense, but the stroking of his finger in and out readied me for his thickness. He pulled me down to the floor. My ass was high in the air as he held my shoulders down to the cold floor. His hand pressed down on my head as he slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass, making sure I was lubed up nice and proper before sliding into me. 

I could feel the tip of his cock breakthrough. My back arched as a shooting pain traveled up my spine. His hands pressed me back down. He forced the rest of his cock inside. I felt the pressure build as he furiously pumped me from behind.

"Where you going, boy?" he asked as I tried to retreat from his cock. He slammed my ass back onto his cock as the sounds of flesh filled the room. 

Red's hand moved up and down my back as his hips moved in a rhythmic motion. His hands made their way around my neck, squeezing tightly as he continued to plow me. I pushed back as he pushed forward to a chorus of moans and hard grunts.

Red's cock slipped from my ass, and I turned and greedily stretched out my tongue and slurped at his thick shaft, and plunged to the base. Red sat back on his legs as my hands rubbed along his stomach, just above his crotch. His muscles tensed as I tightened my mouth around his cock. He grabbed my head and held it still while he fucked my mouth with a quickened pace. 

His cock fell from my lips as he pushed me from his stiff cock that dripped with my saliva. His hands guided me down to his nuts while I pumped my cock. 

Red's grunts grew louder as I licked his balls. With each roll of my tongue, he flinched in pleasure. I cast my eyes to see him looking down at me as he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.

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"You want my load deep in your ass? Tell me you want it," Red said as he slapped my ass with his right palm. I turned and arched back, spreading my cheeks. He stood over me and lowered down, straddling my ass, sliding his man meat deep into my ass. 

"Fuck yeah," I said, throwing my ass back onto his dick. I reached between my legs and massaged his balls, tugging them gently as he stabbed me with his dick.

"Oh shit, boy!" Red grunted. He shifted his bodyweight onto me, sending me falling to the floor as he thrust quickly into my ass. He let out loud, short grunts as his hips flung into me, sending his warm creamy load into my ass. We lay there, catching our breaths.

"Damn!" Red said as he slowly eased out of me. I could feel his warm jizz ooze from my ass as I sat back. I reached back and tugged on his cock, milking the last drops of his load from his shaft. I turned around and lapped my tongue over his cockhead, tasting his sweet and salty cream.

I continued to stroke my cock as I suckled on Red's still-hard dick. He reached down and cupped my balls, pulling gently as my hand became a blur on my dick.

"Shoot that load," he said, taking his finger and pushing it into my ass. He smirked as he finger fucked me on the floor. I was close and could feel the sensation build within me. 

My eyes closed, and Red's finger inched deeper inside me. My warm load splattered across my chest, leaving multiple streams on my heaving torso. I panted in exhaustion, not able to move... not wanting to. Red moved down, wiping my chest with his towel. He left and headed up the stairs. I watched as his naked body swayed. I could go again if he were willing.

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