The Labor Day Retreat Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Lee

I love this weekend. I’ve been looking forward to it since last year when I came to the cabin for the first time. That entire experience changed my life. I had been this virgin nobody who hadn’t even gotten a handjob before, let alone do all the sexy shit we did. I came to the cabin confused about my sexuality and left knowing that I one hundred percent like dick. 

This weekend is no different and is off to a great start. Between the handjob I got from Darren earlier and sucking Curt off in the shower not even two hours ago, things are pretty awesome. Even Timmy seems to be having a great time with all this. I have to give it to him—the guy adapted to the situation much faster than I did. 

“Hey, Lee, toss me a marshmallow,” Darren says from the other side of the small fire pit we’ve been using to make s’mores. I toss him one, careful to avoid getting too close to the flames. As nice as the heat feels on my naked body, I have no desire to burn the only hair I have, which thankfully is on my head. 

“We should do something,” Curt says through a mouthful. 

“What do you want to do?” I ask. Knowing Curt, it’s probably going to involve his dick. 

“We should play soggy biscuit,” he replies with his signature impish grin. 

And there it is.

“Uh, what’s that?” Timmy asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’ll love it, pledge. It’s when we jerk off on top of a cookie, or in this case a cracker, and the last guy to come has to eat it,” Curt explains like it’s the most normal sentence to come out of his mouth. 

“Dude, that’s kinda sick.” Darren smirks. “I like it.” 

Curt laughs, pushes his chair back, and puts a cracker on a small table we brought out from the cabin to hold our s’more supplies. The fire pit is just off the deck on a small patch of soft dirt, so now my back is to the fire as we form a small circle around the target. 

“Let’s make this more interesting. We should circle jerk for the first couple of minutes and then finish ourselves off,” I suggest. If we’re going to do this, we might as well make it really fun. 

They all nod in agreement, and Timmy reaches out to grab my dick with his right hand, while I take Curt’s in mine, and he takes Darren’s, who finally takes Timmy’s in his. 

Timmy’s hand is soft like butter, but also inexperienced in the way he’s holding my dick. I look over at him. “Just do what you would do to yourself.” 

His grip tightens and blood rushes south when he starts stroking me with more confidence. I let out a low groan and massage Curt’s massive dick. He’s big enough that my hand barely closes around it. I work him from root to tip, teasing the underside of the head just the way I know he likes it. 

Timmy is doing good work on mine, using my precum to reduce the friction. We keep going for a few minutes and then decide to take over for ourselves. It’s never as good when it’s your own hand, but we’re all frantically stroking, each one of us trying to make sure that we’re not the last to finish. 

Darren is playing with his balls as he strokes himself, legs spread wide, abs glistening with sweat. Meanwhile, Curt is fingering himself with his left hand while his right hand works his cock. I can see he’s close, and it only makes me work harder. I tug on my balls hoping that it’ll push me over the edge, but it doesn’t and surprisingly, Timmy is the first to blow.  

Timmy lets out a choked cry that’s a mix between a whimper and a moan as he shoots his cum onto the cracker. Some ropes miss their target and land on the table, creating a milky white mess on the brown wood. 

Darren is next to go, and he explodes onto the cracker with such a loud groan that I’m relieved our only neighbors are woodland creatures. 

Then it’s just me and Curt. He looks at me with determination and shoves a finger further up his ass. His dick leaks a spurt of precum onto the cracker like he’s coming, which thankfully doesn’t count. It’s a race to the finish line, and just as the tension coils in my stomach and my balls draw up, Curt moans and comes on the cracker. Rope after rope shoots out of his tip like a fire hose, completely soaking the cracker. 

I keep going because at this point, I need the release more than anything and finally manage to come, my spunk joining the others. All three of them look at me expectantly, so I grab the cracker and quickly shove it in my mouth before I can overthink what I’m doing. 

The salty taste of everyone’s cum and the sweetness of the graham cracker assaults my senses. The cracker isn’t crunchy anymore, so it takes me a minute to finally get the mushy texture down my throat, the taste lingering in my mouth until Timmy hands me a water bottle. 

“So, what did it taste like?” Curt looks at me with open fascination. 

I meet each of their gazes and wonder how honest I should be. “It wasn’t bad… Safe to say that we can all eat a little more pineapple.” 

They stare at me confused, so I roll my eyes. “Ugh. I have so much I need to teach you guys.” We all sit back down around the fire and I launch into an explanation about the wonders of certain foods and their effects on our cum. The taste of everyone’s semen settles, and part of me wonders what it would be like to get it directly from the tap, all at once. I have to figure out a way to make that happen before the end of the weekend.