by The_Curmudgeon
Hi, The_Curmudgeon@Yahoo.com here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story.
This is the shortest time in which I have ever written a complete story, but things were time-sensitive, the Bomb Cyclone really did happen and sadly several people in the Buffalo Area lost their lives.
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This work © by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023.
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Characters:
Jordan, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie.
Charlie, age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan.
Brandon, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent
contractors. Our Hero.
Matt, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who
taught him about sex.
Uncle Matt, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's
side.
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From the Official Weather Service storm summary report:
The fine citizens of Buffalo were waking up to a winter disaster as the snow and wind continued relentlessly overnight. The conditions were so bad that plow crews could not keep up with the winter storm and blizzard conditions. In a press conference it was announced that emergency services were unavailable across portions of Erie County. And unfortunately, this storm had already become deadly.
The lake effect snow machine continued all day Christmas Eve with heavy snow and gusty winds aimed at the northern half of Western New York. The Buffalo Airport added over a foot of snow to the existing accumulation from Friday, making it upwards of four feet of snow on the ground. Snowdrifts and banks across the Buffalo area were estimated to be between 5 to 8 feet from the wind.
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I went to my bedroom, but stopped first at the guest room, looking in on the boys. Their angelic sleeping faces were all that stuck out of the covers.
I awoke at 5:00 to pee. I looked at the boys who were now a jumble of intertwined arms and legs, standing in their doorway naked, my dick hardened as I watched them sleep. My hand wrapped itself around my hard-on and I stroked my dick. After being hard much of yesterday, it didn't take much to make myself cum, stroking it dry was enough. When my orgasm neared, I went to the bathroom sink and watched my naked self, masturbate in the mirror. My semen shot across the sink hitting the back side of the drain. I ran some water to wash away the evidence, then went back to bed. The temperature outside was 3°. Sleep returned easily among the warmth of my electric blanket.
I slowly became aware that I was again awake. The room was light indicating it was morning. There was a different smell in the room. But not just in the room, it was close. It was the smell of two young boys in my bed. Two naked young boys. And I was naked as well. My dick, as I feared it would do, hardened immediately.
It had to have happened after 5:00 a.m., when they both crawled in bed with me, one on either side. Charlie was on his back, completely under the covers, the top of his head nestled into my armpit, with body contact from there down my side to his feet. Jordan was on his side, his head using my arm as his pillow. His arm over my chest, and his leg up over my pelvis. Any closer and he would be on top of me.
Damn, this feels nice.
I wrapped my one arm around Charlie's head, resting my hand on his chest. The other arm, I moved to across Jordan's back, putting my hand on his ribs.
"Good morning, Uncle Brandon," Jordan whispered. I look at his face only inches away and kissed him. His arm on my chest moved. His hand ended up, where else, grasping my hard dick. "So, you really do sleep naked," he stated.
I felt a new sensation, something poking against my thigh. Jordan was getting an erecting, and it was against my leg. The sensation moved up and down my thigh as Jordan humped his dick against me.
Then his hand began moving. Ever so slowly he began masturbating me. "Jordan, you shouldn't do that, it's not right," I said, but I didn't stop him either. My brain fogged over in lust and I succumbed to the feel of his tender hand.
I was barely aware, but his leg over me went over further and he got to his knees straddling my leg. He was now sitting up with the covers over his shoulders.
Charlie moved on my other side now awaken by his brother's movements.
"Jordan, you're gonna make me cum. Oh. . . oh yeah, that's it." I said in my lust-filled state.
Jordan's hips were still moving against my thigh, now only on top instead of the side. I looked at Jordan's face. His eyes were closed but that didn't stop his hand from stroking my dick. "Aaaaahh," escaped Jordan's lips, his cum squirted on my leg, as his hand tightened its grip on me.
"I'm cumming!" I exclaimed and the first pulse of semen shot from my dick on a near vertical projection. It went higher than I've ever seen it go, it slowed, and arched towards my chest, landing between my nipples. I haven't cum that hard or at the hands on another since I was 13, 16 years ago.
The second pulse was in mid delivery, when Jordan's mouth clamped itself over my glans and received the semen I delivered. Involuntarily, my hand moved to the sides of his head, and held him there in place. At least I didn't pull him down on me, my dick would have ended up choking him. Instead I just held him and delivered the rest of my load in his mouth, which he swallowed without problem.
Charlie popped up, and attacked the puddle of cum formed by the first ejaculation lying on my chest. He sucked and licked up all the evidence. Charlie laid on my chest and Jordan joined him, lying in his own cum on my thigh. Charlie was humping my opposite thigh.
"Want some help with that Charlie?" I asked. He looked up at me and I opened my mouth, showing that my tongue was ready to receive him. He understood what I was offering and moved to kneeling on my pillow. I turned towards him, and his penis found my mouth, I gave it my best, not knowing what a boy wanted, I remember what my Matt wanted years ago, but he was at least 15 the first time I sucked his dick. Charlie was only 12. Apparently, I did ok, he humped, while I sucked, and ran my tongue around his glans. I received a 12-year-old's meager offering of semen, probably still sperm-free. His semen was tasty.
After Charlie orgasmed, he collapsed across my face nearly suffocating me. I lifted him off me and moved him on top of me next to his brother.
By law, I'm now a child rapist. I don't feel like one. My `victims' aren't acting like I'm one. That law is full of shit.
I gave everyone time to recover from their orgasms, then said, "Ok, we're all awake, time to get up. Everybody in my shower. You may have been in a bath yesterday, but you didn't use any soap. Today, you're gonna use soap and shampoo." This is what Matt and I used to do on sleepovers. We'd fuck or suck first thing, then shower together. Things happened in the shower too. We'll have to see if anything happens today.
The furnace was running full blast bring up the interior temperature to the programmed 72°. I overrode the program, raising the temperature to 75°, nude bodies need a warmer environment.
The shower though was much warmer than that, and was very comfortable. Jordan and Charlie seemed to be no worse off from their brush with hypothermia. They both complained about being hungry while in the shower, so we didn't play around, we just showered off the cum residue and shampooed hair which didn't get done yesterday. After the shower, the boys smelled much better. The pungent odor I smelled this morning was now gone.
"Hey guys, come look out the window," I suggested. The boys came running but when they looked, all they could see was white. I had to pick them up to see over the snow that drifted on my porch up against the front of the house 5 feet deep. And it was still snowing.
The news I turned on, reported on 6 deaths in the area on Friday, and the current road conditions. They urged everyone to stay home, but noted that large stores along the main arteries were open with limited staffing. More snow is predicted.
A couple years ago, a neighbor was moving and held a yard sale. He was offering a 2-up snowmobile with a sled that it pulls like a trailer. It had a shallow box and a bungee net. It was July, when no one is thinking about buying a snowmobile and I got a good deal on it. Today, I was going to be happy I made that purchase.
After breakfast I made the boys promise me, that they wouldn't burn the house down, and I bundled up in long john's, corduroys and my battery powered heated snowmobile suit. I got the snowmobile out of the garage and hooked on the trailer. I filled the tank and waved to the boys in the window.
My street wasn't plowed and it was hard going, but I got through to the main street, and headed north in Walmart's direction. I know what I said about slitting my wrists, but this is a special occasion. Two boys need Christmas presents. And food. But the presents are more important right now. I have frozen stuff we could survive on and I have dehydrated survival food in the garage.
I drove in the street on about 6 inches of compressed snow, giving my machine good traction. The sled trailed along nicely behind me. It was cold, but the fresh batteries in my suit provided enough warmth and my helmet protected me from the arctic air.
As I passed Eastern Hill Mall, trucks were piling snow into mounds around the light poles, where they might remain until spring. There were several cars parked near entrances. I could have stopped there, but I really wanted to see where I had found the boys yesterday, so on to Walmart I traveled. If Walmart is closed, or too crowded, the mall looks to be a good plan B option, another could be Target, a little further north.
I rode my snowmobile in the right lane of Transit Road, with as many snowmobiles as there were 4-wheel drive trucks. There wasn't a passenger car in sight. But even what was out, was a tiny number compared to what would normally be out on Christmas Eve day.
Walmart's parking lots had similar trucks attempting to clear snow, creating huge piles. And maybe 50 vehicles were parked at the entrance.
I rode past the side of the building where I found the boys in their tent. In the corner of the wall and the chain-link fence was a snow drift that went all the way to the 8-foot top. The boys would have been buried alive, well, maybe not alive, they probably would have succumbed to the hypothermia first. I patted myself on the back, congratulating me for rescuing them.
Just think, now they're at my house warm, and happily running around naked. Images of them popped into my head, of what they were doing right now, but I couldn't decide on which they were doing. One they were on the couch playing video games; another they were sitting at the glass table, their little dicks sticking up just for me; and in others they were in various rooms and various positions fucking each other. Damnit, now my dick is hard again, and it's under three layers of clothes. Nothing I can do about it now.
I drove around to the entrance and parked alongside the other snowmobiles.
Entering the front doors, I was greeted with the hot blast from the air wall. Inside the store it was comfortably warm, necessitating the removal of the snow suit.
I take back what I said about shopping at Walmart close to Christmas. The aisles are near empty, the shelves are full, I wasn't being jostled or shoved, and I didn't feel like a herd-animal. I strode down the main aisle with a cart, on my way to the toy department.
I didn't even have to play bumper-cars with any other carts. The toy section shelves were fully stocked except for the hottest toys of the season that sold out before Thanksgiving, and I chose several toys I thought the boys would like with my limited knowledge about them.
Those created a need for wrapping paper, so I went to the Christmas part of the store. First thing I saw was the decorated trees, and remembered I didn't have one. So, I chose a nice little 5-foot pre-lit tree, and then added garland, and a few boxes of ornaments. Then a package of hooks to hang them and a white sparkly thing called a tree skirt.
The clothes I washed yesterday, were not exactly in the best shape, so I then went to the Boys' department and bought them new clothes. It was a good thing I noticed their sizes when I washed them. I got each a couple sets of winter clothes, underwear, socks, and new shoes.
They would need something to carry all this stuff so I bought each a backpack, and a small roller suitcase. At least when they leave my house, they'll leave in style.
The big question in my mind was what exactly was going to happen to them? Where would they go? From what I understand, without relatives, foster care, aka, the system, is the only option. And Jordan is dead set against that. But we'll tackle that problem when the time comes. Christmas comes first and foremost.
My cart was full, and I still needed groceries. So, I took my cart up front and asked if I could leave it somewhere while I continued shopping. The helpful employee offered to watch over it, and had me park it nearby her check-out lane.
I grabbed another cart and headed to the grocery side. It was just as empty as the department store side, although more people were showing up. I guess people were worried that the storm was getting worse and wanted to stock up.
So that's what I did. I stocked up on all sorts of frozen food that could be microwaved. I even bought a 2-½ gallon jug of milk, which I never buy, since I now had two growing boys who appeared slightly malnourished. I piled on lots of canned foods that could easily be heated. The meat department added considerably to my growing total.
My second cart was soon full and I went back to the nice lady guarding my 1st cart. I went through her checkout lane, and gave her a $20 bill, just for coming into work today. Merry Christmas! There was no one checking receipts today.
Near the door, I stopped, put my snowsuit back on, and turned it back on. The second I went outside; I considered going back in to wait for the suit to rewarm itself. But I pushed on to my parked sled.
Packing the sled proved a challenge, small stuff, to large stuff to an entire Christmas tree, all had to be pack into an intricate jig saw puzzle and held down with a bungie net. When I finished, my sled looked like Santa's sleigh as he departs from the North Pole on his around-the-world journey. Except mine is covered in a blue plastic tarp, like the one over the boys' tent, instead of a red velvet blanket that Santa uses.
The road was still mostly barren of traffic. There were more snowmobiles out. A guy stopped next to me and asked if I'd join him and a bunch of other snowmobile owners helping the paramedics get to calls the ambulances couldn't get to. "Dude, I can't. I got two homeless kids I rescued at my house, right now. I gotta get food home to them!"
"Well thanks for taking them in, at least you're helping!" he said gunning his engine running a red light that had no cross traffic. Why the hell am I sitting here. I'm stopped at a red light; no cross traffic and the cops can't even come out.
I started up to run the light just as it turned green, I felt marginally better that I hadn't broken the law. But I didn't stop at another red light or stop sign the rest of the way home.
I had to gun the engine to get through the snow drift covering my driveway. While I was gone, the tracks I made on the way out, had disappeared in the drifting snow. I punched the remote to the garage and drove straight in.
"You got a Christmas Tree! Can we put it up now?" Charlie squealed with glee.
"As soon as I get out of these heavy clothes and put the groceries away!"
They followed me to my bedroom and watched as I took off the heavy outer clothes. They came closer as I took off my long john's, revealing by boxer briefs. I went for my comfortable cargo pants.
"Aren't you gonna go naked with us?" Jordan asked.
"I don't think so Jordan, it wouldn't be right."
"But doing stuff with us in bed is ok?"
"No I didn't say that, I shouldn't have done that either," I said as I pulled up my pants. "Jordan, all this is very new for me and I'm confused. I did stuff as a kid, but did nothing for the past 16 years. Give me some time to figure it all out. Maybe later, we'll see."
We soon had my first Christmas tree as an adult, assembled and plugged it. It took another 30 minutes to separate and spread out the branches. I stood back and looks at our accomplishment. It looked like a real tree.
Strings of garland were draped, encircling the tree. Ornaments came next, and too late realized I didn't buy a topper. Oh well, next year.
But then I remembered, this is my parents' home, there are Christmas decorations in the attic.
Good old mom and dad, they never threw out anything and within minutes we had a beautiful angel watching over us.
We finished the tree around 2:00 p.m. just in time for a late lunch, and I made the boys help me. They're old enough.
The boys have been here now about 24 hours, and haven't worn a stitch of clothing since they undressed in the bathtub. I find it surprising, that I'm not looking at them as naked boys anymore. They're just boys. Sure they're not wearing clothes, but so what? Half the population of the world are male. All of them have penises that are a little longer or shorter; thinner or thicker; or with or without foreskins. I'm not checking out their dicks as often, and my own dick is behaving itself. Well, some of the time. Take this morning for example, when we were decorating the tree, I don't think I consciously LOOKED at either of their penises for over 2 hours. I'm sure I saw their penises, they're right there, but I also saw their noses, knees and elbows along with their dicks, and it wasn't a big deal.
Matt and I spent a lot of time together naked. We didn't have erections all the time, only when we got to playing around and doing sex stuff.
Eating lunch, the boys wanted to know when I was going to be naked with them. "You said you'd do it later."
"I think you misunderstood what I said. All I said was, maybe later, we'll see."
"So this is later, me and Charlie have been naked all day, it's time you joined us."
I stood there in my cargo pants and flannel shirt staring at Jordan's beautiful face, my mind running a hundred miles an hour. I finally realized the biggest reason I wasn't naked already was that the boys were here. Not because it would be wrong to be naked in front of them, but because I was afraid, I'd get an erection in front of them. I'm so fucking stupid.
"Ok, you win," I told Jordan, I'll be back in a few minutes. Go back out into the living room."
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I emerged from the bedroom completely naked maybe 5 minutes later. I even took my socks off. My pole did as I figured it would and was sticking straight up.
The boys had tired of waiting for me, and went back to playing video games. I walked into the living room and took my seat, to watch, without even a glance from either of them. My dick went down sitting there. Eventually, I was acknowledged for being in the room, "Hi Uncle Brandon, glad you joined us. It isn't so bad, is it?"
Having such a late lunch, dinner was at 7:00 tonight. I can't remember the last time I cooked naked. After dinner, I brough up You Tube videos of Christmas carols and the boys and I had our very own sing along. We got to act silly, and had a great time. Then we watched Polar Express. When it ended, I made the boys go to bed. I tried telling them that Santa wouldn't come if they didn't go to bed, but they weren't buying it. Their mom blew up their beliefs in the property-trespassing characters like Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny when Charlie was 7 and she didn't have money for Christmas that year. But they went to bed anyway.
I made sure they brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, and gave good-night kisses.
I almost stopped at my room to put on some clothes for my trips to the garage to retrieve the presents I bought. I stopped, thought that if I was going to give this nudity thing a serious effort, I would go all the way, staying naked, doing what Charlie and Jordan would do. It was easier with them in bed. No one around to laugh at my dick or make it hard. It took multiple trips out into the garage to get the presents and the wrapping paper. I utilized the dining room table to wrap presents into Christmas Day.
High temperature was 12° today. Joy.