The cabin was isolated, deep in the woods, and the five of us had been drinking since sundown. Jake, Mike, Tony, Derek and I had known each other for years, but something shifted after the third bottle of whiskey. Jake stood up, stripped off his shirt, and said, "Fuck it, let's stop pretending. Who wants to suck cock first?"
No one laughed it off. Mike dropped to his knees in front of Jake and pulled his jeans down. Jake's thick cock sprang out, already hard, and Mike wrapped his lips around it without hesitation. The rest of us watched, dicks twitching in our pants. Tony was the next to move. He grabbed my belt, yanked it open, and shoved his hand inside to stroke me. "Been wanting to do this for months," he muttered.
Derek stripped completely and knelt behind Mike, spreading his ass cheeks and spitting on his hole before pushing two fingers in. Mike moaned around Jake's cock, the sound wet and sloppy. I stood up, kicked off my clothes, and fed my dick into Tony's mouth while he kept fingering himself open with his free hand. The room filled with the sounds of sucking and heavy breathing.
Jake pulled out of Mike's mouth and hauled him onto the big wooden table. He lined up and shoved his cock straight into Mike's ass in one thrust. Mike grunted but pushed back, taking it all. Derek moved to the head of the table and fed his dick down Mike's throat. The two of them started fucking him from both ends, hard and steady.
Tony pulled off my cock and bent over the arm of the couch. "Somebody fuck me," he demanded. I stepped up, spat on my dick, and drove into him. His hole was tight and hot. I gripped his hips and pounded, watching his ass ripple with every slam. Across the room, Jake switched with Derek so Derek could take a turn wrecking Mike's ass while Jake fucked his face.
We rotated like that for a while, each of us getting a turn in someone's mouth or ass. Tony climbed onto the table next to Mike so both of them were on all fours, asses up. Jake and I took turns swapping between their holes, sliding from one to the other without cleaning off.
The mix of spit, lube, and precum made everything slick and filthy. Derek and Mike sixty-nined on the floor while the rest of us watched and stroked.
Eventually someone suggested we all fuck at once. We got Mike on his back on the table again. Jake slid back into his ass while Tony straddled Mike's face and lowered his hole onto Mike's tongue. Derek fed his cock into Jake's mouth. I moved behind Tony and pushed into his ass while he rode Mike's face. The position was awkward but we made it work, bodies grinding and slapping together.
Sweat dripped everywhere. The smell of sex was thick. We kept switching, pulling out and shoving into the next willing hole. At one point Derek was on his knees in the middle, sucking whoever stepped up while someone else fucked him from behind. Cum started flying. Jake pulled out of Mike and shot thick ropes across his chest. Mike jerked himself and added to the mess. Tony came down Mike's throat, then I unloaded deep in Tony's ass while he clenched around me.
We didn't stop after the first round. Someone grabbed more lube and we went again, slower this time but just as dirty. By the time the sun came up we were all sore, covered in dried cum, and already talking about the next trip. No one pretended it was a one-time thing.
