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Chapter 8: Snowbound
Aware that his assignment at the terminal was only temporary and that he'd no doubt soon he transferred to a more isolated construction site, Hugh didn't hesitate to settle down into a pleasantly physical affair with Trent--nor did he hesitate to cheat on the horny, bisexual married man whenever a tempting opportunity came his way.
Trent was sexually insatiable, and he and Hugh got into the habit of tricking together virtually every night. Fucking and sucking in the privacy of Trent's room kept them out of trouble, at least: there was a big bust in the lounge one night, when a bunch of humpy Alaskan state troopers descended upon it, covered all the exits, and then moved through the crowded room, arresting all the card players.
Gambling was supposed to he illegal in Alaska; but like drug dealing, whoring, and any number of other illicit activities, it had been going on quite openly and unmolested all around Hugh ever since his arrival.
There had been card games at the terminal every night of the week, and on paydays as many as a dozen of them had gone on in the lounge at any one time, not counting the dozens more in the rooms in the barracks. The games were rather popular--usually there was a fringe of outsiders standing around waiting for a vacancy at a table, eager to buy their way in for a fee of twenty dollars or more.
But one too many of the locals had lost his paycheck, had bitched to the troopers, so they dutifully raided the joint. All of the money-Ñthousands of dollars-Ñwas confiscated, along with the cards, the chips, and even the tables and ashtrays! It was all loaded into a van and hauled off to the local police station as evidence. They arrested all the players, too, taking them away in a bus and forcing most of them to spend the night in jail since they no longer had enough cash on them to make bail.
Trent and Hugh weren't gamblers, but Trent wanted to drive into town to bail out a couple of his drinking (and, Hugh suspected, fuck) buddies out. They barely made it into town in their borrowed four-wheel-drive Jeep, fighting a blinding snowfall; once in town, and having successfully sprung Trent's friends, the two guys realized they'd probably be stuck overnight, since the snow showed no sign of letting up.
Trent's buddies, still smarting from the humiliation of having been busted, wanted to go out on the town and get drunk (and, probably, end up in even more trouble by daylight); but Trent and Hugh excused themselves from joining the group. Trent had a better idea, which he communicated to Hugh in a lewd whisper:
"Let's go find a cheap hotel, check in, and fuck all goddamn night long, man! I'm still freezing from that long drive here, and I bet you'd know how to warm me up fast."
Hugh liked the idea of being able to have a room all to themselves for the night, without having to worry about Trent's roommate coming hack to the barracks and interrupting them, so he readily agreed. The two guys said so long to Trent's buddies, bought a bottle, and drove through the increasingly deserted, snow-clogged streets in search of a bed for the night.
They finally found a hotel that seemed to cater exclusively to pimps, prostitutes, and cocaine dealers-Ñall well dressed, all driving fancy cars that were going to be utterly useless in the snow by morning, and all as high as satellites and partying it up.
As they checked in, a whore came up and asked them if they wanted to party. Trent asked her if she had a younger brother who was for hire. She said sure, and Hugh had to explain that it was a joke!
She wasn't surprised or offended by the revelation that the two well-built guys intended to service each other sexually, and for free. The desk clerk wasn't fazed, either: as he handed Hugh the room key, he matter-of-factly informed the welder that all the rooms had cable TV and that they could get gay porno movies on a certain channel, if they were interested!
Trent was turned on by the idea, of course, and he was already fiddling with the room's television set as Hugh shed his bulky down-filled parka and opened the bottle they'd brought with them.
"Oh, good, one's just beginning," Trent said excitedly, staring at the screen as he started to take his own coat off. "Let's get undressed and have a drink while we watch it--this might he pretty good."
"Yeah, it might give you an idea or two," Hugh laughed.
"Nothing I haven't done before, I bet." The two men stripped slowly and slipped into the bed nude, nursing a glass of brandy apiece.
The movie began with a handsome, well-muscled young blond number dressed in jeans and a T-shirt at the beach. He stripped off his shirt and flexed his pecs and biceps, then began to play with himself, rubbing his stiffening brown nipples with one palm, his swelling crotch with the other.
Aroused, he lay down in some sand dunes and unzipped his suddenly too-tight jeans and slowly writhed out of them, exposing his gigantic cock. He started to massage it with his hand and it became, incredibly, even bigger and more erect, filling his fist like a metal cylinder sheathed in visibly agitated, palpitating flesh.
The "actor" jerked himself off slowly and shamelessly, reveling in the act and in the camera's scrutiny, inserting two fingers of his other hand up his ass and finger-fucking himself as he whacked off his magnificent tool. The camera panned voyeuristically up and down his naked, tanned body, focusing on his writhing hips and thighs, his sexy face lost in the pleasure of masturbation, his hand slowly, teasingly jerking back and forth on his long thick tool, his asshole flexing passionately around the two fingers he had jammed up it.
When he finally came, he spurted his jism out in thick net blasts, each of them caught in slow motion so that his body seemed to be bombarded with sluggish drops of sperm, like molten hail.
The next scene showed the aome guy kissing a bearded stud he'd met and cruised on the beach, then taking him behind some rocks where they jerked each other off, then started sixty-nining and taking turns screwing each other up the ass.
As Hugh watched all the luridly photographed sex, he felt himself getting excited and he knew that his own dick was beginning to rear its inflamed, throbbing head under the covers.
He glanced curiously at his bedmate, who was swilling down the brandy as though it were going out of style, and saw that Trent's cock was hard, too--and that Trent was playing quite brazenly with it, teasing its length up and down with a restless hand while he stared at the TV screen.
Hugh reached over and seized Trent's prick, squeezing its hardness; it felt hot against his palm, and as he massaged it, he could feel it throbbing heavily with pent-up lust.
Trent groaned, took Hugh's cock in his hand, and stroked it, pulling the skin up and over the head, then releasing it and letting his hand gently caress the tool all the way down the base of its thick, turgid, veined shaft.
They forgot about the fuck film as they both got excited at the feel of each other's dicks. Hugh quickly rolled over in the bed and straddled Trent, pinning him down with one thigh thrust on either side of his hips.
He pressed his hard-on right down against Trent's own erection. Trent leered up at him, then put his hands on Hugh's hairy thighs, rubbing them from crotch to knee and then back again.
Hugh spat into the palm of his hand several times, then rubbed the saliva over his cockhead and Trent's, letting the warm spittle lubricate and agitate both of them. Then Hugh gripped both fuck tools, held them together pointed at Trent's chest, and began to jerk them off.
The sensation of having a guy jack off his dick while it was pressed against his awn meat was exactly the kind of kinky thing calculated to blow Trent's mind. He could feel the stud welder's balls against his own nuts, and when he looked down, the sight of the two huge cockheads, crushed together in Hugh's strong grip, their tiny piss slits opening and closing and drooling jism next to each other, turned him on so much that he could hardly keep himself from jumping and squirming all over the bed.
Hugh held both cocks tightly, rubbing them hard together, letting the spit from his mouth lubricate his hand so that it slipped and slid easily over the pair of big erections. He then spat on the fingers of his other hand and put it down into his fuck buddy's crack, his wet finger quickly finding Trent's tight hairy asshole.
The husky ironworker grunted with pleasure when Hugh inserted a finger as far as he could up his butch ass. When he felt the finger enter his asshole, he spread his thighs as wide as he could under Hugh's weight so that the other man could finger-fuck him as deeply as possible.
Trent also spat on his fingers and reached under Hugh, who was already spread-thighed over him, his hot ass crack opened wide, his hole taut-Ñand touched his relaxed sphincter muscle.
Hugh was as eager, as receptive to anal stimulation as Trent was, so Trent's blunt, calloused finger slipped in and up his asshole quite readily.
Hugh felt Trent's stiff finger go into his anus, and he threw his head back and moaned with indecent pleasure. He kept his hand working steadily on the two dicks clasped inside his fist, but at the same time he rolled and gyrated his hips so that Trent could work his finger as far up into his own asshole as possible.
And, all the while, Hugh was jamming his own finger up Trent's rectum. He pulled and jerked restlessly on the two solid ramrods he was holding, feeling them grow harder and hotter in his hand.
When he felt them get very rigid, he relaxed his beating rhythm so that they wouldn't come yet. Then, after a few seconds of suspense, he started up again, knowing that Trent was enjoying this agonizing pleasure as much as he was.
Hugh's finger was still thrusting itself insistently up into Trent's butt. Trent groaned when Hugh shoved it in deeper than usual, and lay back on the bed, throwing his heavy legs wide apart so that they pressed hard against Hugh's own spread thighs.
As Hugh finger-fucked him harder and deeper, Trent kept his own finger plunging in and out of the welder's taut, flexing asshole. Hugh started panting for breath as he stared down into the other guy's face.
"I'm about ready to shoot, Trent. How about you, man?" Hugh gasped, deciding impulsively that it would be especially erotic if both of them could ejaculate together.
"Me, too," Trent groaned. "Don't worry about me, fucker. The minute you start to shoot, that'll start me creaming, too. I can't take much more of this finger-fucking, buddy; it's too much of a turn-on"
Hugh jerked harder on their cocks, rammed his finger roughly into Trent's ass. Under him, he could feel Trent doing the same thing, molesting his asshole. In less than a minute, Hugh felt the hot ball of liquid fire well up inside his smoldering testicles, felt the boiling jism forcing its may down through his long, hard cock, felt his dickhead burn and tingle and pulse with uncontrollable excitement as the sperm gathered velocity.
And then it shot free of his piss slit, the first volley of come flying across Trent's heaving chest and smacking wetly against the headboard of the hotel's bed. Hugh's cock then emptied itself in spurt upon spurt of thick jism, flying all over his bedmate's face and chest, drenching him.
Trent didn't mind. He loved it! As soon as he saw the first wad of Hugh's sperm shoot over his head and strike the headboard above his face, his own cock spasmed violently, as though in envy, and ejected its load.
All that Trent could see in the air between his own body and Hugh's was jism. Blinded by one wad of come that hit him in the eyes, he opened his mouth and moaned with delight as several spurts-Ñwhether of Hugh's semen or his own, he had no may of knowing--shot directly into his waiting, eager mouth and seared his tongue.
After both men's virile cocks had finished spurting their juice all over, Hugh's taut body relaxed and he let go of both of their dicks, pressing his palm down over Hugh's chest and smearing the cum with which his hand was soaked over the guy's sweaty pees and stiff, throbbing tits.
Then Hugh knelt down over his partner's chest, and began licking at the layers of warm, white sperm, gathering it up with his tongue and sucking as much of it as he could into his mouth-Ñlicking it off Trent's chest hair, his nipples, his armpits.
Hugh next lowered himself onto the guy's wet, slippery chest again, and pressed his open, yearning mouth against Trent's waiting lips. Hugh's hot mouth, filled with a mixture of both their cum and his own saliva, opened wide over Trent's mouth.
He kissed Trent hard with his tongue thrust into the other man's mouth, letting Trent taste their mingled jism. Trent opened his mouth wide to accept his buddy's tongue, then put his hands roughly over the naked cheeks of Hugh's ass and pulled his body down hard on top of him.
Although both men had just cum, Trent could feel his prick hardening again when it pressed against Hugh's, and he could feel a similar telltale swelling beginning all over again in the core of the welder's huge rod.
After a long moment of hugging and tongue-kissing, Hugh slowly rolled off Hugh, then lay quietly next to him, his warm hand resting on Trent's jism-streaked belly.
"I'm going to miss you when I get transferred out," Hugh confessed sheepishly.
"I'm going to miss you, too, man," Trent sighed..
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