Snowbound
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Officially Virginia has temperate weather. It not too cold and it not too hot. It has four roughly equal seasons. Of course, it does get hot and cold, but the heat is not as oppressive as that in the deep south, and the cold is short lived. Major storms do afflict the state, but these are minor by the tropical standards of South Florida or the cold of Buffalo.
I was driving north on I-81 from North Carolina to Washington D.C. when I was caught in a freak blizzard. It as near whiteout conditions, and the interstate was closed with State Troopers forcing traffic onto local roads. Somehow, I made a wrong turn. I tried to get back to bigger highway, but I soon was even more lost. I had been so concentrated on the road, that I did not watch the fuel gauge. I glanced at it and worried. As I did the snow turned into freezing rain. My windshield wipers lost the battle. I could barely see.
I pulled into a country gas station. It was closed, but I saw a dim light inside. The place looked like something Edward Hopper would paint. It was a mom and pop store with one gas pump. I knocked on the door for what seemed like hours and eventually a light turned on and a man unlocked the door. The man looked and talked like Goober from the Andy Griffith Show, but he let me in. I told him I was Bill Maxford. His name was Leroy. As we talked, the lights went out. He had a flash light and he took me to the back of the store.
To the rear was an apartment with three other men, Bubba, Skeeter and Wellie. There was modern high efficiency wood stove heating the room, an oil lamp, and some hand cranked electric lights. A pendulum clock showed it was 3:30, I was shocked. I had been crawling along at 20-30 miles an hour and it was dark. I thought it was six or seven. It had only been maybe forty feet from my car to the store. I was wearing comparatively light clothes and was soaked and freezing.
They were wearing long johns; their heavy clothes were drying next to the stove. They told me to take my clothes off and they gave me a blanket. I did what they asked, I was cold and shivering. I go commando, but Leroy saw my equipment, muttered "nice one" and gave me a blanket. They looked like the men in Deliverance, but the seemed affable and were eager to know the road conditions. It turned out that Bubba and Skeeter owned big trucks and did plowing to supplement their income. Leroy owned the store and Wellie was his clerk. Wellie was short for Llewellin.
Bubba said his truck wasn't big enough for the interstate of the main roads; he was a parking lot and driveway man. Leroy was a big man with a massive black beard. Bubba had the same build with bright copper colored hair and beard. Wellie was five-two and slim. Skeeter sported sideburns and a mustache. He was tall and thin. I am just short of six feet, work out at the gym and am bearded too. People usually describe me as dapper.. Leroy asked me what I did. I told them I was an interior designer and said I was on the way to redo the offices of a local congressional member, Murat Jones. He was a right wing, racist, homophobe, misogynist.
"That guy is a fucking asshole," Bubba said. "Is he as bad in person as he is in the adds?"
"I doubt he fucks, but he certainly is an asshole," I said. "He is a rude, nasty, ignorant man and man proud of it."
"How do you stand him?" Wellie asked.
"When god made me, he blessed me with two faces. I use both with Murat," I replied. The men bellowed in laughter.
I don't think of myself as effeminate, but I felt like a delicate young thing at a lumberjack convention. The wood stove warmed the room well. Men had unbuttoned the tops of their long johns, exposing their furry torsos. Every time I moved, my cock would peek out and I would readjust the blanket. No one complained, and I noticed that Wellie and Skeeter kept on eye on my crotch, waiting for the next genial display.
The freezing rain had stopped, and snow returned. Leroy, Bubba and Skeeter went out to shovel snow away from the doors. If they didn't do that, they would have to climb out the windows to get out. Leroy said that was a pain. I was alone with Wellie.
"Bill, I don't know if you guessed, but the boys and I are gay. We're country gay," he said.
"What is country gay?" I asked.
"We don't have sex. We just mess around and let off some steam sometimes," he explained.
I smiled and asked, "Does that involve cocks, asses and the sticky stuff that comes out of your cock sometimes?"
"When we get lucky it does," he replied. "We haven't had any new meat here in a while. I was kind of hoping you might be interested. You have a nice one."
"There are four of you," I remarked.
"I was the new meat two years ago," Wellie said. "The boys are really careful and generous. I'm small and they were afraid the might hurt me. Eventually, I had to tell them that while I am small, I have a full-sized asshole. I get turned on when a big guy is in me, moaning and twitching as he unloads in my ass. You can always feel Bubba when he shoots. He likes it when I shoot in him."
"We were planning to have a good time, when you showed up," he added. "You are welcome to join in."
My partner of five years, Devlin had left town six months earlier with no forwarding address. I had been in a self-imposed sexual drought. That was fine with me except for the no sex part. I looked a Wellie and realized these guys were not potential partner material. There was no temptation. Some no strings attached sex would be okay with me.
My blanket fell open. Wellie went for my cock. He assumed my accident with the blanket was me telling him I was willing. I didn't correct than impression.
Leroy came back from shoveling. When he saw Wellie sucking, he smiled. "Wellie makes friends easily. I hope that doesn't bother you?" he said.
"Where I come from this isn't classified as bothering a guy," I said. "If you are into it, it's just fun. I assume you have guessed I am into this big time."
"The boys and I are into it too," Leroy said. "We are kind of set in our ways. We've never been with a guy from out of town."
"Wellie told me he is the most recent man to join your group," I said.
"That's because the men of our persuasion are thin on the ground here," Leroy said. "I had been years since I slipped into a new ass. I was a real treat." Bubba and Skeeter came in from the cold. They saw the situation, stripped off their wet clothes and long johns.
"How many red necks sucking your cock are too many?" Skeeter asked.
"Damn it, Skeeter. I'm trying to play the sophisticated man of the world, and you blow it!" Leroy complained.
"I don't know exactly, but I am sure four is not too many. I am openminded," I replied. Leroy laughed and stripped off his clothes.
"We are mostly suckers and we fuck from time to time," Bubba said.
"Let's just say I suck and don't mind entertaining on my back porch," I said. "I don't like mess much, so if I take a load I either swallow or trade it around. I guess that depends on how close you guys are." That wasn't exactly true. Cum delivered straight from the balls is a turn on, but my former partner was not into that. When he shot off, he pulled way. He said his cock head was too tender. He never took my load. He rarely fucked, and he never let me in his ass.
"To tell you the truth, we are pals, but we may be in a rut," Skeeter said. "I don't think of myself as gay, but I sure like sex with men. I'm willing to try more things, I kind of think the other guys are too." There was some grumbling of agreement.
"I had a straight pal years ago. That was complicated. I finally told him he could be straight until he was hard and oozing precum. He would then be gay until he shot off and the last drops of sperm dripped from his cock. Then he could be straight again," I said.
"How did that work out?" Bubba asked.
"Let's just say our sex session went from five or ten minutes to more than an hour. That boy could stay hard and dripping when he was inspired," I told them. They laughed.
"I kind of think we could develop that skill," Bubba said.
When naked men talk about sex, their cocks want to join in. The cocks were into it and all were well on the way to full erections. Beads of precum glistened in the candle light on Bubba and Wellie's tools. I think I was more excited than they were. When I was younger, I had been in some pretty wild scenes in the back room of a gay bar. I was sort of shocked, but so excited that didn't matter.
I met an old guy at one of these events, Louis. He was what we then called an old troll. I noticed he was a horse hung old troll. When he asked if I would go home with him, the horse hung took precedence over the old troll. He was a nice man and he invited me to a party at his country house. At that party I met Jimmy, my first partner. Jimmy was fifteen years older than me, very handsome and clever. He was a sex maniac and sexually generous. He had no problem providing all the sex I might find in the back room of a gay bar in our bedroom.
He was an interior designer and I went to work for him. He died in hit-and-run accident ten years later and I inherited the business. I connected with Devlin several months later. Looking back, I should have waited longer after Jimmy's death.
I felt the tingle I felt in the back room of the bar as I looked at the men. They weren't my type, but I wanted to please and enjoy them. Jimmy had told me that good sex is when your playmate enjoys it as much as you do.
The tools were varied and attractive. Bubba had a thick, uncut, eight-inch dong; Leroy was six inches long and six inches in diameter, it looked like a butt plug. Skeeter's organ was thin and curved; Wellie had a seven inch plus club cock.
I was sitting on a bench with Wellie sucking me. Bubba came closer, and I leaned over and took the tip of his foreskin into my mouth working my tongue into the velvet-like skin. He was hot and sweaty from shoveling snow, but inside the skin I tasted his sex juices mixed with the faint taste of soap. I gently flicked my tongue on his slit. His sex juices began to flow, and his tool grew.
I was head over heels in love. I knew from experience the love would only last as long as he was erect, but I had last felt this year earlier. I knew Bubba was enjoying it too. I could taste his excitement.
I later found out that the boys liked to deep throat, and they tended to avoid the cock head. Bubba was uncut, and his knob was intensely sensitive. My tongue generated new intense sensations for him. He asked me to stop, saying he was to close to shooting off. We broke up, but Leroy fed me his cock and Skeeter replaced Wellie sucking my cock.
Leroy's cock made me open wide as my mouth enveloped his mushroom shaped cock head. His slit almost bisected the knob, and I could get my tongue into the slit as my lips caressed the flared edge of the knob. I became more excited as his precum flowed. I wanted to force my tongue deeper into his slit, so I would taste his sex juices when they were fresh.
The small globs of sweet precum were an exciting prelude to the eventual flood of sperm. They marked the point when the cock turned from being a part of the excretory system into a sex organ. The cock had been utilitarian drain and now was a recreational organ. His juices turned me on.
"Damn, that's tasty!" Skeeter moaned as he sucked my tool. I was drooling the same sweet goo and Skeeter appreciated it. I was oddly relaxed. We were snowed in, so there was no rush. I could take my time and savor the taste of sexually excited men.
Each of the men were eager to get in the action, so we rotated positions regularly. These rotations seemed to occur when I was just short of shooting. It turned into a long edging session for me. It had been years since I had been in a threesome. A five-some was new to me. I sucked and tasted cock after cock as each man used his own sucking technique on me.
Jimmy, my first partner loved my precum and mentioned that it was plentiful. Devlin thought precum was messy. He wasn't much in to sperm either. He would take it on my birthday and after getting his presents on Christmas Day.
I didn't know if these men were into cock drool, but I did notice they seemed to get more enthusiastic the longer they sucked. After an hour we took a break. It was dark by then and we had an odd dinner of edibles from the store. I felt like a kid with a dream dinner of candy, muffins and ice cream.
My cock liked the rest, and my throat appreciated the ice cream. I am good at deep throating and my throat had accommodated a lot of cocks. The wind had pushed snow against the door, so Skeeter, Willie and Bubba dressed to clear the way out. I was alone with Leroy.
There was a cold draft of air from the door when they went out. Leroy cuddled up to me. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You got quite a workout this afternoon."
"I'm fine. I'm a little afraid you might think I am a bit slutty," I said.
Leroy let out a belly laugh. "Shit, you are a dream come true. You are the first new man we have been with since Wellie joined the club," he said. "We got a bit carried away with Wellie. He finally told us he would be a full-fledged member of the group, giving and taking or he would leave. A week later we had all taken his load in both the mouth and ass. It turns out he loved eating our cum. It was a question of fairness." He paused. "Have you guessed we would all like to get in your ass? Do you bottom?"
"I hadn't guessed it, but I'm not surprised," I said. "I top and bottom, but it has only been my partner's cock for years." Leroy looked disappointed. "I've been thinking it time to get back in the swing of things again."
"We are all pretty much open minded, except for me. I'm all top, but I would be willing to take yours if you let me fuck you," Leroy said. "You could pick the one you would like to fuck you, or we could draw straws. I admit, four guys might be too much."
"That depends on how long we are stuck in the snow," I said. "By the way, I don't shove my cock into places where it's not wanted. Your ass is safe!" Leroy had a bad experience as a teenager with the Captain of the Wresting team in the school showers. He told me that Wellie was a first-rate bottom, tight and enthusiastic. He had fucked Bubba and Skeeter, but it hadn't been quite right. With Wellie's advice fucking became a pleasure for them all except for Leroy.
The men returned from snow shoveling covered in snow. They stripped. The wood burning stove was a modern, high, efficiency stove. It used comparatively little wood and was warm. We clustered near the stove. When Bubba entered, he looked at Leroy. Leroy winked. I noticed that Wellie sat back in a way that exposed his hole. That doesn't happen by accident.
"Wellie, that's not your most flattering pose," Bubba said.
I laughed, "It looks pretty attractive to me," I said. "I used to think the asshole was purely utilitarian. My partners discovered my hole had real recreational potential."
"Out here in the middle of nowhere, Wellie's ass is our own Disneyland," Skeeter said. That caused great merriment.
"Do you men prefer to dump your loads in the mouth or ass?" I asked.
"I don't make the fucking choice," Bubba said, "My cock makes the choice for me! What are your preferences?"
"I like the taste of fresh man seed, but like the seed tickling my ass when you shoot off too," I said. "Sperm is a great lubricant too."
"We're pretty open minded as to where we shoot off," Skeeter said.
"Do you boys all entertain at the back door?" I asked. "My ass is available, but I don't like things to be too one sided."
"We pitch, and we catch," Bubba said. We are a bit fixed in our ways, but you may mix things up a bit. The four of us have been doing the same stuff for years."
"Does doing something new bother you?" I asked.
"Shit no!" Bubba replied. "When Wellie joined in our group it felt like Christmas to us!"
"You never told me that!" Wellie said.
"You've heard that ad, "Say it with Flowers," Skeeter said, "We said it with cum, shoved as deep into your ass as we could!"
Leroy handed me a bottle of Corn Huskers, which turned out to be a lubricant. I coated my cock and went over to Wellie.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Ask any of the guys. I'm always ready," he replied. I nosed my knob into him. Meeting no resistance, I slid in deep. I hadn't fucked in nine months. My cock was in a warm, welcoming place. When my pubic hair touched Wellie's ass, Wellie tightened his sphincter to grab my cock. When I began to thrust, the sphincter caressed my cock. It was tight like a good glove. As I concentrated on Wellie, Skeeter came up behind me.
I bent over Wellie and spread my cheeks. In a single movement, Skeeter's knob poked in an cleared my sphincter. Skeeter had a long, thin cock. He toyed with my sphincter until it relaxed and then slowly pushed deep. I knew it was long, but it kept on going deeper and deeper. Jimmy was thicker and shorter; Devlin has what he called standard issue. Skeeter was moving into unexplored territory.
Skeeter matched his thrusts into me with my thrusts into Wellie. After five or six minutes of rhythmic fucking, Skeeter pulled way. "I'm getting too close. I don't want to shoot until later," he whispered. Bubba was waiting.
"Do you like big meat?" he whispered.
"I'll find out in a minute, and I'll let you know," I replied. I had always made fun of Size Queens. The size of a cock doesn't change your affection for a man. I was right about that, but while I am not a size queen, my ass is. Bubba's oversize knob rubbed my prostate and I was in love.