Free Cabin Fever Over Holidays by Jay Starre Page B

well-rounded butt-cheeks. Sam couldn’t help noticing that for a slender guy, he had a luscious ass.
    He couldn’t help the boner that sprang up under his sheets either. That glowing pale butt was on perfect display as Jimmy bent over the bed, pulled aside the covers, and crawled up on all fours to switch off the light.
    In those brief moments, Sam’s fantasies evolved from grabbing those cheeks to spreading them, diving in to lick the crack all over, fingering the no-doubt tight hole, and finally pumping his stiff cock deep and fucking the hell out of the cute blond.
    “Good night, Stud,” a whisper floated across the room in the darkness.
    “Uh, yeah. Good night, Jimmy,” he replied, flushing with guilt about his nasty fantasy and stiff cock under the covers.
     
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    The next day, Cole had them hard at it from the first light of dawn. Jimmy was expected to do his share and had no problem with that. He cheerfully helped with the chores, which included making breakfast, doing the dishes, and tidying up every nook and cranny of the four-bedroom cabin for the upcoming party.
    “Most of the guests are going to stay overnight. No drunks will be driving off from our party to get themselves killed,” Andreas explained to the pair of busy guests. “That’s why we have you two sharing. We’ll be packing them like sardines into the other two bedrooms.”
    “The result is going to be one hell of a lot of cock-sucking and ass-fucking,” Cole added as he breezed through on the way to some other chore he’d scheduled for himself. He may have been bossy, but he was also the hardest working of them all.
    “Don’t mind him. Why don’t you two sneak out for a break? There’s a path that leads through the woods down to the pond. Go check it out. It’s a nice day.”
    Andreas was right. It was a gorgeous day. The sun shone in a cerulean blue sky while an inch of new snow overnight dripped from branches as the weak sunlight melted it. The air was brisk and sharp with the scent of pine needles. The snow underfoot was scant enough to make walking no difficult chore.
    “It’s the quiet that’s best, don’t you think?” Jimmy asked as they hiked through the silent woods.
    “Yeah,” Sam answered, taking that as a hint not to chatter. That was fine with him. He followed the blond man closely, with a keen eye on the pump and swell of his round ass. The jeans he wore were tight enough to offer a tempting view.
    The pond was lovely. Only a few acres in size, it was early enough in the winter so it hadn’t frozen over yet. The placid water reflected the blue sky and slanting sunshine with a nearly blinding luminosity.
    Thick pine and fir surrounded it, except for a small clearing on the shore where the path ended.
    “Can you imagine it in summer? This little meadow is probably full of wild flowers all blooming.”
    Jimmy turned to him and smiled. Those big blue eyes shined above a button nose and a small, pursed mouth. Pink lips opened up in a surprisingly broad grin.
    Sam wanted to kiss those lips. He found himself staring at them, at a momentary loss for words. He hadn’t been so hot for someone in a long, long time.
    “Kiss me, Sam. Kiss me good,” he heard Jimmy demand through the fog of his desire.
    Moist lips beckoned. Sam grabbed the slim blond and yanked him into a fierce embrace. He crushed those tempting lips with his own.
    Through the kiss, Jimmy gurgled laughter while stabbing his tongue deep into Sam’s mouth. He reached around him to seize his solid can with both hands and pull hard, pressing his crotch into Sam’s in a sexy bump and grind.
    Taller and bigger, the auburn-haired banker enveloped the Palm Springs blond in his muscular embrace. Sam worked out regularly and played soccer on a recreational team. He was bigger than Jimmy by half, and at odds with his mild-mannered personality, he had power to spare. Now, he uncoiled that leashed strength.
    Breathless and moaning, Jimmy felt crushed by the