Snow on the Mountain Part Four
By Bald Hairy Man
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I had a strange sensation of being exhausted, limp like a dish cloth and still horny as hell. I was not normally a passive sexual partner, but I just wanted to be fucked. Lay back and take a cock, no thinking, just sensation, no effort, just wait to climax. Leave the work up to my partner.
Mike looked at me, must have sensed my desire and worked his cock in my ass. His cock was average in size and uncut. After the big cocks that had been in my ass earlier that night, I had guessed that it would be an intermission between the major acts. I was wrong. Bill's dong had rammed my prostate as it proceeded deeper into my rectum. Mikes shorter cock lodged his head in the tender organ.
Mike's silky long hair was matted by sweat on his muscular chest. He smelled of clean sweat and sexual excitement. He was gentle and forceful at the same time, and he struck me as an exceptionally handsome man. Sherry popped another ampule and gave it to me. I inhaled deeply and gave it to Mike, who did the same.
It would have been hard to believe that the feelings of sexual arousal and power could have gotten stronger, but they did. I could feel Mike's cock expanding in my ass to the point of exploding. He was pumping faster and faster, and my ass was twitching, trying to caress it, at first with my sphincter, but as he got more excited , the whole chute tried to contract to trap it inside my ass.
The waves of sensation merged into a continuous crescendo of feeling. I began to convulse in a whole body orgasm. Mike arched his back and he rammed his bloated cock in for a final thrust. He shot. I shot.
You never know how long a orgasm lasts. You can watch them in porno movies, and realize that they rarely last for more than thirty seconds or a minute. But this was like when you put the video on slow motion and watch the cum slowly emerge from the cock. First a single drop, then a spurt of cum that dribbles down the cock. Then there is a powerful shot of sperm, flying across the gut and chest, leaving ribbons of man seed spewed across the body hair. Finally cum everywhere.
I didn't see this. This is the way Bill described it as he and Skeeter watched. The jiz hit Bill on the chest and then Skeeter tried to intercept it as it flew through the air. He got a few spurts. Skeeter licked the juice off Bill's chest and Bill went into orbit. He pushed Skeeter on his back raised his legs and forced his cock head through Skeeter's hole. Sherry popped a second ampule and the two men started to undulate together. Bill tried to get deeper, Skeeter to open his ass wider.
Mike and I were floating on a cloud of cum. We didn't know where we were or who was watching. As the last of the juice oozed from our cocks, we felt peaceful and spent. Bill was growling as he filled Skeeter's ass. Skeeter was crying. Not from pain, but too much pleasure. As he shot, remarkably the cum landed in his mouth, he fed himself his own cum.
Bubba came up behind Sherry and poked Sherry's ass with his cock. Ronnie walked over and dropped to his knees at Sherry's horse cock. When Ronnie realized that Bubba was entering his lover's ass, he changed positions so that he could lick both the men's cocks and balls. Sherry popped another ampule and gave it to Bubba, and then to Ronnie before he too a good snort. They were all over ripe and Sherry cried that he was going to come. This gave Ronnie a chance to get into position and take the load. Ronnie shot straight up in the air hitting Bubbas's cock at the point it entered Sherry's ass. With the warmth of the cum and the slippery cum lubricated the cock Bubba dropped his load.
It was one in the morning now and everyone slept as the last traces of cum and pre cum dripped from their cocks. The sheets would be stained the next morning.
I woke at about six thirty and opened the drapes and looked out. Snow everywhere. The storm was unabated. I went back to bed and Ronnie whispered to me, "What's it like out there?"
"Real bad." I said, " We're here for another day at least."
"Hot diggity!" He said. "I like this place. Hey Max, have you ever done anything like last night before?"
"I never had a dream that good before!" I said.
"Same here. And I had some real good times when I worked with Bill." Ronnie said. We were the only two awake in the room. How we ended up on the same bed, I don't know. Ronnie touched my cock and began to play with them.
"Do you and Sherry have group action often?" I asked.
"Not real often. In a hotel there is always someone willing to get into bed with you. Sherry is picky." Ronnie said. "He has some old friends who drop by periodically."
"I can go for months with no sex at all. I'm afraid I am a workaholic and I get caught up in day to day problems, and leave out the recreational side of life." I said. I was coaxing his cock to life. It did not take much coaxing. "I have a cock in my ass, maybe once a year."
"Five cocks in one night is kinda special, huh?" Ronnie smiled.
"Kinda special is hardly the word for it." I said. "I thought you were a bottom mostly, Ronnie?"
"Sherry and Bill have certainly spent a lot of time probing the insides of my ass." Ronnie said. "But Skeeter was right, your ass is easy on the cock."
"Thanks." I said , "If that was a compliment?"
"It was a compliment alright." Ronnie laughed. "Do you, by any chance, think there is enough lube left in your ass to let me in for a quiet little fuck?"
"I don't know Ronnie. But I guess if there has ever been an occasion when there would be enough, it would be this morning." I said. I rolled over and nuzzled my ass against his cock. He spit in his hand and I guess lubricated his cock with it and quickly had his cock head at the hole. I raised my leg to give easier entrance and he applied pressure. Not much pressure; his head popped in without any pain. Once he cleared the sphincter the whole shaft slid in.
"Oh baby! Nice and warm. Real easy!" He said. I lowered my leg squeezing his rod in my rectum. He made small pumping motions , maybe an inch in and an inch out. Just enough to keep his erection up and my prostate stimulated. "Is that Mikes cum that makes it so hot? Cum is a great lubricant."
"It could be, Bill came in there too." I said.
"Hot damn!" Ronnie pulled most of the way out and then gave me a hard thrust. "You do know what turns me on! You and Mike put on quite a show last night."
"Incredible" I couldn't believe it. Hard to believe that I felt that way with six guys watching. I'm a little embarrassed." I said.
"No reason for that. It was great. I think we were almost as excited as you were. Bill and Skeeter certainly were. I don't think I have ever seen Bill that hot." Ronnie said. "Have you ever watched a porn movie and realized that the guys weren't acting any more? I felt that way watching you, pure unadulterated man-sex, as good as it gets."
"It felt that way to me too." I said. "How would you describe what you are doing now?"
"Two guys having a good time?" Ronnie answered. "You are fun to be with, willing to play and pleasant to talk to. Oh, and attractive too. Enjoyable for me, and for you I hope?" Ronnie had been playing with my tits, but he grabbed my cock, and felt it. It was hard and covered in pre cum.
"Bill told me you were a LTR guy, looking for true love." I said. "This isn't true love, but it feels great."
"Feeling great will go along way in my book." Ronnie answered. "Do you have a lover?"
"Nope, I don't know if it's because I am too conventional a man to make the jump or unlucky." I said. "I have lots of friends."
"Maybe your lucky!" Ronnie said.
"Who taught you about sex, Ronnie, your Dad, uncles or guys in the locker room?" I asked.
"Well it wasn't Mom or Dad, that's for sure." Ronnie said. "Uncles and Bill mostly."
"I was thinking back, my parents were proper people and never discussed sex, and never really conceded it existed. It just wasn't part of our lives. How I was conceived is beyond me." I said, smiling. "I realized a few years ago that I don't think of sex and marriage as being associated. Sex is fun and enjoyable, but I don't need to be in love with a guy to enjoy him, or let him enjoy me."
"My Dad talked about cocks some times, horse hung or little dick, my Mom thought it was all dirty. She was a Baptist." Ronnie said. "If Adam and Eve had been Baptists, there wouldn't have been much need for those passages of genealogies in the Bible. And God created Eve and Adam waited until she didn't have a headache."
I laughed, Sherry came in the room, and came over. "You are still at it?" His cock was at about the level of my mouth, so I began to suck it. I didn't know what to say so I left the talking to Ronnie. "Thank you Max!" Sherry said.
"Just building up an appetite for breakfast." Ronnie said. Sherry got erect and was beginning to face fuck me. "Are you working up an appetite or going to give Max breakfast in bed?"
Sherry put his hands of each side of my head and pushed me off of his cock. "Would you like some man cock in that hole of yours? Ronnie looks like he has warmed you up good." Ronnie pulled out.
"Can I sit on it? It's huge." I said. Ronnie rolled over to make room on the bed. Sherry laid down beside me with his donkey dong sticking straight into the air. The bottle of lube was on the table so he coated it with a thick layer. I straddled him with my knees on each side and his cock at my hole.
I tried to lower myself on it, but it hurt, and I pulled off. "Get me some ass opener, Ronnie." Sherry said. Ronnie got an ampule and broke it, holding it to my nose. I felt warmth, then a need to be filled. My ass opened and welcomed the monster cock. I lowered my self, until I was fully impaled. If it had been three feet long, I could have taken it. Ronnie gave the ampule to Sherry as I began to ride him. I was bucking like a cowboy on a bronco, desperately trying to get every inch of his cock into my ass.
I watched as the amyl hit him and felt his cock expand even more. He pulled me forward to kiss, making sure that his cock remained firmly lodged in my ass. I felt a light touch on my stretched hole. Ronnie was licking Sherry's cock as it pumped into my ass. "I'm cumming!" Sherry said. I sat up forcing Ronnie from the hole. Sherry was bucking in orgasmic ecstasy, I was grinding my ass into his cock, and Ronnie repositioned himself and sucked my rock hard cock. I exploded. Ronnie took the whole load.
I just sat there, skewered on Sherry's cock, with my back arched and head staring at the ceiling with my cock spewing shot after shot of sperm into Ronnie's hungry mouth. As I calmed down, I couldn't move. I couldn't figure out what to do next. Ronnie released my cock, sat up and steadied me. My cock still twitched, ejecting small bursts of sperm. I felt Sherry doing the same. His cock was slowly returning to its non erect size and my chute contracted with it. My hole was tight, and contracted to make up for the massive invasion it had accommodated. I realized that this had the effect of being a cock ring, holding his cock erect in my rectum.
"Ronnie." Sherry said. "You need to take some lessons from this boy!"
"Sherry, you fool. I was trying and you wouldn't let me finish up!" Ronnie said in mock irritation. "Is there anyone in the world more interested in learning than me?" Ronnie helped me off of Sherry's cock. "Ready for a shower?" He asked.
"Yes, but let me rest a minute. I am a bit dizzy." I said. Sherry and Ronnie went to the shower together. I lay still.
"Feeling relaxed?" Bill said. He and Skeeter were in the next bed, and apparently had been watching.
"I don't know if relaxed is the word for it." I said. Bill and Skeeter came over.
"Let me just sooth and relax your ass." Bill said. Skeeter was smoothing my hair, Bill took a mass of lube in his hand and worked several fingers into my ass. His callused hands were very tender, and felt cool in my burning hole. He touched my prostate and I twitched. "Still working?"
I smiled, very tired.
"Skeeter, come here and help Max." Bill ordered. Skeeter came , put some lubricant on his cock and slipped it in my ass. I was shocked.
Skeeter had a good seven inches of man meat, not thin, but not thick either. It glided into my ass as if it were on ball bearings. It was soothing and warm, and I felt a glow from Skeeter. He slipped it in and out slowly, smoothly. Bill leaned over and kissed me. "OK?" he asked.
"More than OK." I said.
"Max, I gotta pull out or I will give you prostate anther sperm bath." Skeeter said. "I'm getting too close."
"Leave it in and shoot." I said. "It feels too good to stop." He continued to pump slowly, He began to have some spasms, and I knew he was shooting. We were spent.
"What a morning! It's breakfast time." Sherry and Ronnie returned from the shower and Bill Skeeter and I went in the room and got under the hot water. It was both refreshing and relaxing.
When we returned to the bedroom the Weather channel was on the TV. It showed a solid mass of snow from Virginia to the Mississippi. The phrase storm of the century was being bandied about. Everyone was up and Sherry and Ronnie were dressed for work. They left. Five minutes later the phone rang. Bill answered. It was Sherry.
There was a six foot drift on one side of the restaurant roof, and Sherry needed help. We all got dressed. I wore some of the extra clothes Bill had in his tool box. My business suit was not appropriate for the task at hand. The storm had piled three feet of snow in the space between the motel and the restaurant. We snow plowed through that and looked at the drift on the roof of the restaurant. I went inside. The wood beams were sagging. One had split.
"We had better move that snow damn fast!" I said. "The roof could collapse!"
"You think it's that bad?" Sherry asked.
"Well I'm not an engineer, but I am an architect, and this is really serious." I said.
"I've been fucking an architect!" Bill exclaimed.
I laughed. "Contractors are fucking architects all the time, just not in the ass! Let's see what we can do about the roof."
Bill's organizational skills were wonderful. The men got a ladder and shovels out of the truck and Ronnie brought out some of the motel's equipment.
In twenty minutes the roof was cleared off and the immediate danger was past. Ronnie found some lumber and we were able to brace the wood structure of the ceiling. The four carpenters installed the bracing, while the electricians and I cleared a path between the restaurant and the hotel.
Sherry was inside organizing a breakfast buffet, calming the kitchen and restaurant staff, and trying to contact the state police for advice. The state police always gave the worst case scenario and this was helpful as the guests began to ask when they could leave. There were about seventy guests in the building, and most were being good sports about the situation. None were enjoying it as much as we were.
The motel had some comparatively big equipment for snow clearing, but it was inside a garage with blocked doors. We went there next. That drift was harder to clear, and took about an hour of work.
Sherry fed most of the guests as we worked and he explained the situation to them. Several volunteered to help so once we got the machinery out of the garage there were more hands to shovel.
We went in for breakfast. I expected the food to be picked over and cold, but Pedro, the cook, had replenished all the dishes. Every thing was fresh and piping hot. Pedro knew what men wanted after several hours of hard work, and he gave it to us.
Sherry was in deep conversation with one of the guests. He brought the man over to us and introduced him as Dr. Williamson, a G. P from Charlottesville. He was worried about exposure and over exertion. The wind, snow and temperature could be deadly.
"You don't need to worry about us." Bill said. "We spend every day outside."
"Actually, I am not as worried about you as the other guests. This is the typical winter-snowstorm , heart attack situation for several of the guests. But cold and sneak up on you." Dr. Williamson said. "You can be in deep trouble before you realize it."
"All the same , you men need to take some breaks. Relax and warm up." Sherry said. "I am sure you can find something to do in your room." He winked.
"I am sure we can find something to do." Skeeter added.