Tales of the Cabin – Part 3

(Author note: Sorry this is late and kinda chaotic. I’m dealing with a ruptured disc in my low back and the medications for short term management are doing one hell of a number on my mental state! – Johayan)

 

 

“Good morning Kevan!” I said cheerfully as I walked into his office.

“A pleasure Mr. Ramhart” he answered professionally.

“The wire transfer came through without any issues?” I inquired, if there were any problems, my plans would be pushed back.

“It did. It has already been distributed as you requested.”

I left myself relax a bit. My future was now planned for and with solid management, I would be living comfortably for the rest of my life.

Kevan was one of few people who knew my plans.  I’d known him for a while and never expected to be needing his services in private wealth management.  I had not extended an invitation for him to join my plans, but it might yet happen.

• Two years later…

I tapped the remote for the security gate and smiled as the gate lifted.

Finally, after millions of dollars and lots of headaches, the compound was ready.

I’d gotten lucky and had gotten a ranch that was going out of production.  2160 acres of mixed farmland and forest, two small lakes, and all utilities except for television/internet already pulled out to the property, it was nearly perfect.

Short work was made of tearing out the existing structures.  It was eighteen months of getting the solar farm installed and getting the local power cooperative to sign off on it.  Once that was done, construction of the first few cabins was done before the fiber optics got laid.

Now, two years in, the first seven cabins were complete, I had a list of friends that were getting invited up to living in the compound.  It was a safe place for those of us who didn’t fit the norms of society.  Be it the loner online gamer, the ‘open minded’ who doesn’t agree with societies’ norms, or just friends of mine who are mostly normal but just want to get away from the rat race.

I’d already packed everything in the city, my friend Aaron had already gotten his stuff out to his cabin and was happily living away from it all.  Jax was supposed to be out there already but had run into issues with getting some stuff moved to a new county.  I know my friends and I know some of what’s going on their lives.  I’d required background checks on them to make sure there were no criminal issues with them living out there.

A quick check of the receiving dock showed that grocery orders and general supplies were stocked up.  I parked car in the ‘garage’ which was really just a big metal shed with a couple dozen parking stalls in it.  It used to be the horse barn for the ranch and was the only building that was saved.

I saw a couple of other cars in that I didn’t recognize but I hadn’t learned all the support staffs vehicles yet.

I walked over to my house.  Most people would describe it as a cabin.  I activated the biometrics and the door opened.  I dropped my clothes into the laundry drawer by the door.  To be finally home and living as a nudist full time.

It had been twenty or so years previous that Kyle, a long term college roommate, introduced me to the nudist way of life.

We’d moved off campus and I thought I knew him as well as I could.  I got home from class one afternoon, and there was Kyle.  Kicked back on the couch, naked and slowly pulling on his erect cock. I was stopped dead in my tracks.  I was fascinated that he’d just be doing that in the middle of the living room and yet was confused at the same time.  I was aroused, disgusted, and put off.

I stood there watching him for what seemed like forever.  He wasn’t watching porn or anything like that.  He was playing video games and giving himself a helluva good time judging by his breathing and grunting.

I tried to get back into my room as quietly as I could but with a full backpack and having been standing in place for a good 20-30 minutes, I was neither quiet nor graceful.

I settled in to my desk and fired up my own video games, leaving the bedroom door open.  Kyle and I had never shut our doors before, so why start now.

I’d just got into my game groove when I heard Kyle walk up to my bedroom door.

“Dude, you saw me didn’t ya.” he said with a mix of pride and uncertainty.

“I did man, you were just sitting there pounding one out.”

A smirk crossed his face, “Yeah, so?  We’re guys, every guy does it,” came the proud reply.

“I guess, but I just didn’t expect to see it like that.”

“You’ve never done it outside your bed have you?” Kyle asked as his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“No.  Why would I?” I said sheepishly.

“Damn man, get naked and drop your ass on the couch.  We’re gonna play games and pull it.”

“I…uh…” suddenly I was very conscious of my cock and balls in my shorts.

“Just do it man, trust me, once ya do, you’ll never want to wear clothes again.”

“One time man.  No one knows.” I said, completely unsure of what was going to happen.

Before long, my state of nudity was lost as we got lost in the video games and trying to sniper shot each other.  I hadn’t even noticed that I was hard…or that Kyle was again.  The rage of our gaming had our testosterone flowing.

As I stepped around a corner in the game, my side of the screen turned red as Kyle had gotten me with a one-shot kill.

“See, told ya you wouldn’t care any more.”

I looked down and saw that not only was I erect, I had leaked a sizable puddle of precum onto the couch.


Other Wednesday Briefs authors posting this week:

Cia Nordwell

J Alan Veerkamp

Carol Pedroso

Michael Mandrake

Julie
Lynn Hayes

Author: J. Ray Lamb

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