Kevin, Lauren, Jesse, and I had the mountain cabin to ourselves for the a weekend. We’d spent the day hiking, jumping in the freezing creek, shotgunning beers on the deck, and grilling ribeyes until the sun dropped behind the ridge. By the time the fire was roaring and the tequila bottle was half-empty, we were all loose as hell.

Kevin and I kept the drinks flowing while Lauren and Jesse curled up on the big sectional in front of the fireplace, legs tangled under a thin blanket. Lauren was in tiny gray sleep shorts and a white ribbed tank that hugged her tits perfectly, nipples already hard from the cool air. Jesse had on a black satin cami and matching shorts, the hem riding up so high you could see the bottom curve of her ass every time she shifted. They looked fucking edible.

We put on some slow, bass-heavy R&B (the kind that makes you want to fuck) but the day took it out of us, and the girls started getting sleepy. Lauren yawned first, stretching like a cat, her tank riding up to flash the underside of her bare tits. Jesse laughed, pulled her close, and they spooned right there on the couch, Lauren’s back to Jesse’s front, Jesse’s arm draped over Lauren’s waist, fingers resting dangerously close to the waistband of those little shorts. Within ten minutes they were out cold, breathing slow and deep, lips parted, the firelight flickering across their faces.

Kevin and I just stared for a minute, whiskey buzzing in our veins, cocks already thickening in our sweatpants. We didn’t say a word at first but just locked eyes and grinned like we were thinking the exact same filthy thing.

We killed the music down to almost nothing, just the crackle of the fire and their soft breathing. Kevin grabbed the bottle and took a long pull, then passed it to me. We sat on the ottoman directly in front of the couch, close enough that our knees almost touched the girls’ faces. The blanket had slipped down to their waists; Lauren’s tank was twisted so one nipple peeked out, pink and stiff. Jesse’s cami strap had fallen off her shoulder, exposing most of her left tit.

Kevin was the first to move. He adjusted himself, slow, rubbing the growing bulge in his sweats. I did the same. No rush. We just watched them sleep, the rise and fall of their chests, the way their lips glistened. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.

Minutes dragged by like that, two drunk, horny guys palming ourselves while our girls slept inches away. Kevin finally whispered, “Fuck it,” and shoved his sweats down just enough to pull his cock out. Thick, veiny, already leaking. I followed suit, my dick throbbing in my fist the second the cool air hit it.

We stroked slow at first, eyes locked on their faces. Kevin angled toward Lauren, me toward Jesse, but close enough that our shoulders brushed. The only sounds were the wet slap of skin on skin, the fire popping, and the soft little sleepy noises the girls made. Pre-cum dripped from both of us, landing in tiny clear beads on their faces and shoulders.

I don’t know how long we edged like that, five minutes, ten, building up, slowing down, teasing ourselves stupid. Every time one of them sighed or shifted, we’d freeze, cocks pulsing in our hands, afraid they’d wake up… but secretly hoping they wouldn’t.

Kevin broke first. His breathing turned ragged, fist flying faster. “Fuccckk I'm gonna cum” he rasped. I was right there with him, balls drawn up tight, the pressure unbearable. We leaned in closer, knees almost touching their hair now.

Kevin groaned low, hips jerking as the first thick rope shot out, splattering across Lauren’s cheek and open lips. Another hit her nose, dripping down to her chin. The sight pushed me over the edge, my cock swelled and I exploded, hot cum streaking across Jesse’s face in heavy stripes, coating her cheekbones, lips, chin, some landing on Lauren too, mixing with Kevin’s load. A final spurt from me dripped straight onto Jesse’s tongue where her mouth was parted in sleep.

We milked ourselves dry, watching it slide slow and shiny down their skin, pooling in the hollows of their throats, soaking into tank tops, dripping off chins. The girls didn’t even twitch, just kept breathing slow, faces glazed and filthy with our cum.

Kevin and I collapsed back onto the ottoman, chests heaving, cocks still out and twitching, staring at the absolute mess we’d made of our sleeping partners. The firelight made it glisten like pornographic art.

We left them like that all night, sticky, marked, and completely unaware… until morning, when they woke up tasting us on their lips and knew exactly what their boys had done.