Jerking Together At The Cabin

A couple summers ago, a friend of mine told me that the small timeshare cabin his parents rent out a few times per year wasnt going to be used and asked me if I wanted to get away from the city for a couple days. It sounded like a good idea, so I packed up and we headed out to the lake it was located on, which was a little over an hour away. There were a few other cabins built around the lake it was on, but they were spaced out fairly well and with the trees there was a good amount of privacy, only just making out another cabin across the water. By the time we got there it was already after 7, so we got everything unloaded, grilled a couple steaks and had a few beers while we watched the game. After it was over we were pretty worn out since we both worked that day, so we decided to just call it a night and headed off to our bedrooms. 

The next morning I woke up a little earlier than I would have liked to, but the beer from the previous night had other plans. I quickly walked down to the bathroom and took what felt like a two minute piss. Now relieved, I figured I would try to go back to bed, but walking by his bedroom I noticed he was awake as well. Actually, he wasn't just awake...he was lying in his bed, completely naked and quickly jerking off looking at his phone. I was frozen in place, just from the fact that he was going at it and didn't even have his door closed. I don't think I was there for very long, but he must have felt my presence and glanced over, looking right at me. "Oh hey, didn't know you were up." "Um, yeah...really needed to pee." "Yeah, me too. What do you feel like doing this afternoon? Lake's right there, we can fish off the dock." "Sure...been a while since I've fished but we can do that." All the while, he never missed a stroke. In fact, he actually sped up. "Hey, come look at this, tell me this isn't fuckin' hot." I sheepishly walked into his room and he showed me his phone, which was playing some pretty explicit porn; a tiny blonde woman sandwiched between two guys getting doubly penetrated. I agreed that it was, and I could feel my cock starting to grow and press against my boxers. Wearing nothing but them, I couldn't exactly hide it, either. "I'd slide into her, I don't care how many guys were before me" he said with his breathing getting heavier. "Fuck I'm getting close...fuck..." His face was buried in his phone as his hand was a piston moving up and down his cock. My own cock head was now starting to poke through the fly of my boxers, but I didn't want to draw attention to it. I started to leave when suddenly I heard "oh shit...yeah, cummin' deep in that pussy." I glanced back to see thick ropes of cum shooting all over his belly and chest. Not able to move, he relaxed, stretched his legs and toes and milked out all of the cum in his shaft. He then casually said "is there any coffee made yet?" "Uh, no...I was going to here in a minute." "Ok, I'm gonna jump in the shower." I walked out and back to my own room, and by that point my own cock was sticking all the way through the opening and really needed some attention. I closed the door and pulled them off and stood naked next to the bed. Without a second thought I grabbed on and started stroking myself, lasting maybe five seconds before pushing into my balled up boxers and cumming into them. With my eyes closed I just stood there squeezing my cock as the gooey cum kept spurting into my boxers. Damn...this cum felt so good. When it was finally finished I dropped them onto my other dirty clothes and pulled on a shirt and and shorts and went out to the kitchen, getting the coffee maker set up and fixing a bowl of cereal. 

About 20 minutes later he came out in a pair of shorts, poured some coffee and turned on the TV like nothing had happened. I finished up and went out to the couch, and after a few minutes figured I would bring it up. "Hey, just wanted to say sorry about earlier." "What do you mean?" "You know, walking in on you like that." "So? What's the big deal?" "I should have left you alone...give you some privacy." "Why? Not like I was doing anything weird. I was masturbating." "Yeah, I know, but-" "Dude, you got a boner watching the same porn I was. I saw you get hard. Did you do it after you left?" "Well...yeah." "There you go. What's embarrassing about masturbating? We both did it." "I guess because you didn't see me doing it." "Hey, I wouldn't have cared. We've seen each other peeing, the only difference is it's cum." I guess he had a point. It's something we both do, so is it really a big deal to be secretive about it? I kind of let the subject go and we went about the morning, kind of bumming around the cabin before going down to the dock with the poles he brought along. We stayed down there for a while before coming back up and getting the grill going again before getting a bonfire started to round out the evening. We drank more, joked around and bullshitted well into the night. After the fire died down I went in and took a long shower, going back and laying on my bed in just my towel. I only planned on laying there for a few minutes before putting some clothes back on, but I ended up passing out for good. 

The next morning I was woken up hearing him saying "come out to the living room, you gotta see this! Hurry!" He was practically yanking my arm to get me out of bed. Still groggy, I jumped out of bed and followed him, not even realizing until I was out in the hallway that my towel had slipped off during the night, or that I had a major case of morning wood. Looking around I asked what was going on, and after a few seconds he kind of chuckled and said "nothing. Just wanted you to run out here naked with me." I wiped my eyes and adjusted to the light, now seeing that he was standing in front of me in nothing but his sandals, sporting an equally as hard erection. "You woke me up for this?" "Yup, and it looks like we both need to masturbate, so get to stroking." Saying this his hand was already moving up and down his shaft. "You're fucking serious?" He looked down at his hand pumping his cock and said "well, it certainly seems like it" looking back and forth at me and my cock as he stroked. After a couple seconds I exhaled loudly, looked up at the ceiling and started masturbating. The first 10 or 15 seconds were spent in silence as we stood there stroking our cocks, but eventually he said "ahh...feels good, doesn't it?" Trying to sound unamused, I said "yeah, yeah, it feels good..." but in reality it felt really, really good. I guess it was the excitement from being watched, but there were almost waves of tingling traveling from my taint up to the very tip. My toes were curling against the carpet as drop after drop of precum was getting squished under my hand. I don't know how long it was taking, but when I heard him say "oooh fuck, I'm gonna cum..." I became very aware I didn't have anything to cum into. He then said "watch this..." and both squatted and rose up onto his tippy toes, right in front of the coffee table. He then took a big breath and shot his load onto the table, biting his lip as he squirted more and more cum into a growing puddle. He closed his eyes and sat back on his heels, mumbling about how good it felt. The show he put on got me really close, and I told him I was going to cum too. He said to let it fly, and let it fly I did. I don't know if it was the way I was squeezing my cock or because I was just so turned on, but my first shot flew clear over the table into the floor, and the next couple left long streaks well beyond where he came. When I finally finished cumming I sat back onto the couch, my cock leaking and drooped off to the side. He then said "holy shit dude, THAT was a cumshot!" "Yeah, I haven't cum like that in a long time. My balls are still tingling." I took another minute or so catching my breath and asked him "so what are we going to do about this mess?" He then said "oh, the guest has to lick it up." My head jerked over at him and he laughed, saying "I'm kidding...I'll get some towels." He came back with a full of paper towels and we wiped up our own loads, making sure there weren't any spots left over. 

After we got the place tidied up we started to load up some of our things just so weren't rushing around before we had to leave, and he started walking towards the door with his bag still nude. "Hey, don't you want to get dressed first?" "What for? Not like anyone can see me." I suppose he had a point, so I slipped on my sandals and followed him with my own bag, looking both ways out the door before walking out. I had never been naked outside before, and I have to say it was pretty liberating. The warm breeze flowed over cock and dangling balls, then around my bare ass. I could feel the blood rushing into my penis again, and walking back inside my heavy hanging semi was flopping back and forth with every step. Finishing cleaning up, he said he was going to take our trash out back and lock up the can. After about 5 minutes I wondered what he was doing, so I stepped out back and saw him standing over the fire pit stroking himself again. All I could say was "again?" He glanced back and said "yeah, I'm pretty horned up this morning. Figured I may as well. No clean up out here." "What if someone over there can see you?" "Oh well, they'd probably never see me again, anyway." By this point I had another throbbing erection. "So...you gonna jerk off too or just watch me masturbate again?" "Ok, ok...I'll jerk off again." Standing across from him I gripped my cock and started stroking hard, my low-hanging balls bouncing around with every tug. Since he had already been at it when I walked out he was already getting close, and after about another minute he leaned forward and shot into the ashes. Squeezing and shaking his cock, drops of cum flung around onto the ground and his hand. I was still into it so he stood back and watched me stroke. I never thought I would get turned on by someone watching me masturbate, but it was a wild feeling and I could feel my orgasm building quick. I spread my legs apart and leaned forward, my third load of the weekend squirting onto the burned logs. 

Catching my breath, he looked at his watch and said it was about time for us to head back. Checking around to make sure everything was in order, we pulled our clothes on and threw the rest of our stuff in the car. After that weekend, shockingly enough, everything reset back to the way it was before we had left and nothing was mentioned about our jerking off together from that point on. Will we do it again? I'm not sure, but I guess it depends on if we're ever back at the cabin.