*** MORE *** SNOW *** by CrazyWeather I hope you enjoy the following completely fictional story of an erotic encounter between a man and a preteen boy. It is not based on any real events, locations, or people. If for any reason this will offend you or be inappropriate for you to read, please stop reading it now. The purpose of this story is simply to excite you and help you get off. A suggestion: Have some lube within easy reach and some tissues nearby for cleaning up. And a nice picture of a pretty, blue eyed boy with long blond hair may come in handy, too. I'll give you a cue in the story when it's time to put those things to use. I'd love your feedback. If this story has the desired effect and helps you jack yourself to a real hot cum, please tell me all about it at crazyweather@protonmail.com.  The hotter your email, the better :). When I wrote Snow last month, it was my intention to make it a stand alone, one-and-done story. But I received a great response to it via email, and decided to give Joe and TJ another opportunity to play. I hope those of you who wrote with encouragement are satisfied with this sequel. So bust out your snow suits and shovels, your winter hats and hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and let's see what our randy, snow-bound friends get up to this time around. Although reading Snow is not completely necessary to enjoy More Snow, it does actually come first: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/snow. And my first Nifty story, There's A Hole In The Fence, is here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/theres-a-hole-in-the-fence. It's shoutout time: I want to thank Divergent6 for his emails, his friendship, and the many laughs he's given me. He's also given me a lot of encouragement to write More Snow and has influenced several elements of the story you're about to read. He's working on his own story, A Brief Encounter, which should appear on The Nifty Archives soon, if it hasn't already. If you enjoy The Nifty Archives, please consider donating to help maintain them at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thanks. Now, let's turn up the heat. After all, we are in the midst of Winter. *** MORE *** SNOW *** It had only been three days since the previous storm left my area under a blanket of white. That storm had disrupted life around here, and with more snow in the forecast, there was more disruption on the horizon. I'd missed a day of work on Monday because the roads were impassible. My wife – on a Caribbean island attending a conference for her job – could wind up stranded there if the weather here at home gets bad. I really didn't want to miss another day of work or the company of my lovely wife, but the weather forecasters, who I have to admit got it right on the last storm, were predicting an even worse mess this time. In addition to at least another foot of snow – thank you very much – we can expect an ice storm, high winds, and plummeting temperatures. Maybe I should have just taken the week off and joined my wife on that trip to the tropics. But of course, there was one little mitigating factor to the doomsday forecast... if we got a decent amount of snow, my new little snow shoveling buddy TJ would be back for another visit. And if my wife couldn't fly home tomorrow as scheduled, TJ and I would have time to play after completing our shoveling duties. So I decided that if the storm failed to live up to expectations and, let's say, didn't cause the airport to be closed and didn't dump enough snow for my enterprising little friend to come over, well, then it would be an unwelcome pain in the ass. But if we got hammered again... well... let it snow! I guess I'll just have to join a few million other people in waiting to see how the storm plays out. It had been an interesting week since the first storm... I spent all day Tuesday very much in the afterglow of my dalliance with little TJ. Even at work, it was hard to get my mind off the incredible experience I'd had with him in my hot tub. And of course, there was a huge conflict growing in my mind. Had I really just cheated on my wife? With a boy? I'd been completely straight my entire life, until my hot little snow shoveler had turned my sexuality upside down. My concentration on all those conflicting issues resulted in an abiding desire to shoot a load. Work that day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, so fixated was I on getting home and doing something to relieve my sexual tension. That night, I got on my computer and entered a gay chatroom. Talk about a week of firsts! Most of the guys in the chat room seemed bothered when sent a message, or didn't respond at all. Several who did respond were into stuff that didn't interest me at all, and some were even into downright weird stuff! Of those who were interested in chatting with a recent convert, it seemed most couldn't be bothered with fantasizing about anybody less than fifty years of age. I'd all but given up and was just about to log out when one guy messaged me. “What u into bro?” “Not sure really... had my first male on male experience yesterday, trying to work this out in my mind.” “Oh yea, u married? Age?” “Yes, 44.” “Cool who was other guy?” “Neighborhood kid who came by to shovel snow.”   “Oh, nice. You paid him, right?”   “Sure did. Cash and a blow job.” I bragged. And why does everybody automatically assume I'd try to get out of paying him? “Awesome. What did he look like?” “Blond, kinda muscular, ten and a half.” “Wow, those are dream stats man, he really had ten and a half?” “Ha ha, no, he IS ten and a half, as in years old.” No response. I typed a “?”. Still nothing. I typed “U still there?” “Dude, WTF?” “Yeah, I know, I hope you're not turned off by that.” “Hell no dude, that's hot as FUCK!” Then he asked me all about what kind of things we did, what TJ looked like, what he liked doing, what he was good at, all kinds of stuff. “Man you got me stroking a crazy hard cock here, leaking worse than my kitchen sink. Ever do phone?” “What do you mean, do phone?” “You know, talk on phone instead of chatting here, and stroke cocks till we cum." “No, never have done phone.” My new chat buddy said he was really horny, and wanted to stroke with me about my adventure with TJ. But I wasn't sure. I felt a bit nervous, if not self-conscious. So I made up an excuse about not wanting to give out my number, and he told me to get some chat program that would allow typing and voice chat without either of us having to divulge his number. I have to admit to being pretty interested, but the butterflies in my stomach convinced me otherwise. I politely told him I'd think about it, but couldn't do any form of voice chat that night. After the chat, I realized how exhilarating it had been to chat about my fun with TJ, and of course my cock was still nicely primed for a good cum. Right there at the desk I stroked myself for less than a minute before my load went flying. It felt so good! On Wednesday night, I was thrilled to see my friend right back in the same chat room. Again he invited me to voice chat. He told me not to send, or expect, any inappropriate pics or videos, and I said I was in total agreement with that. And this time, I gathered up the courage to try voice with him... and it was incredibly good. We had a hot, if brief, discussion about TJ, what he looked like, how the hot DVD had really helped to set things off, and of course the wonderful games we'd played. When I told him how TJ had jacked me to the point of shooting my load into his beautiful long, blond hair, the guy lost it. His moans of ecstasy as he stroked his hard cock told me he would be cumming any second, which of course had the same effect on my raging erection. For the second night in a row, I wound up cleaning strings of cum from my keyboard. It was wild! But then things turned a bit serious. On Thursday, the forecasters really seemed convinced – and got the entire region convinced – that the storm they'd been following on their computer models, even though it hadn't actually materialized yet, looked poised to exceed even their worst predictions. My boss told everybody to just stay home the next day, and the airport closed down even before the first flakes fell. On the way home I stopped at the supermarket, only to find the place busy with other last-minute shoppers grabbing every last gallon of milk and loaf of bread from the nearly bare shelves. Fortunately, I was after other things, and left with all the soup, mac and cheese, and frozen dinners I could possibly need. I got some hot chocolate too. I remembered how that had hit the spot during Monday's storm, and decided I couldn't do without it for this one. All the hoarders had already taken all the good hot chocolate, so I settled for “original”. Guess I'll have to find a way to survive without mini-marshmallows. How primitive! With the excitement and stress building about the impending storm, I never even considered going into my favorite new chat room. I also figured it was better to save some energy for TJ, should my dreams come true and I wind up seeing him the next day. That night, I spoke on the phone with my wife, assuring her I would pick her up on Saturday, or whenever the airport reopened and her flight could be rescheduled. In the mean time, I encouraged her to make the most of the extra time she'd been given at that Caribbean resort she'd been enjoying so much. Part of me was jealous, but another part of me could barely contain its excitement about the prospect of another sexy encounter with TJ. All night I looked out the windows for any sign of snow, but by about 10 pm I still didn't see any. On the news the meteorologist said something about the storm slowing somewhat, but not to let our guard down... it was still coming, and slower movement would mean higher accumulations when it did arrive. After the weather report, I took one final look outside. Indeed, a few light flakes had started coming down. Maybe they were right. Maybe we were about to get hammered. I slept very well that night, without the pressure of having to wake up early and go to work. But the sun still hadn't risen, and when I moved the curtain to peek outside, I could tell from the brightness alone that it had snowed a lot. As my eyes adjusted and the back yard came into focus, I was able to estimate that perhaps six or seven inches had already fallen, with heavy snow still coming down. It looked beautiful, as it had during Monday's storm, but something was different this time. There was no sign that the clouds were starting to break up. There was a gusty wind that was causing drifts to build up against the fence, the trees, and the house. Remembering what the forecasters had said, and looking into my own back yard, it just seemed like this storm meant business. I made no effort to get ready for shoveling, because that task appeared to be hours away, at least at that point. So I settled in at my desk with a nice hot chocolate, pissed off all over again at the lack of mini-marshmallows. I looked at the latest forecast. A few more inches of snow could be expected, but that would be followed by an increase in the wind, even more of a drop in temperatures, and a potentially dangerous accumulation of ice on top of the snow that had already fallen. We were in for at least a quarter inch of freezing rain... an ice storm such as our area had not seen in several years. And as if all of that wasn't enough, there was concern about the potential for flooding, because this storm was, after all, a Nor'easter, and it was hugging the coast. I decided to go back to bed for an hour, and wound up staying there for two. At about 9 am, snow was still coming down. I got up again, made myself breakfast, and went online to check the news. Finally, around 11, there was a lull in the snowfall. I put on my coat, boots, gloves, and hat. I grabbed my shovel and ventured outside. The cold cut right through all that outerwear, driven by a nasty Northeast wind. The gusts whipping through the bare tree branches and electrical wires had an ominous howling ring to them. And the snow was so deep I was up to my knees in it. To hell with this, I thought, I'm going back inside. And with that, the snow started falling again. No sense in shoveling at this point anyway. Not wanting the entire day to go to waste, I did some household chores inside. I straightened up the spa and checked the chemicals in the hot tub. I went to the TV and took the dirty DVD out, then thought better of the idea and put it back in. I cleaned the bathroom. I ate lunch. I cleaned the bedroom. May as well score some points with the wife, I thought. And may as well make sure everything is ready for another visit from TJ, assuming luck is on my side. Finally, around 3:30, the wretched white flakes from the sky stopped falling. I geared up again, then went outside to start the nearly impossible task of shoveling. And that's when I felt what couldn't be seen from inside... tiny pellets of sleet were coming down. But soon, I noticed a change. I couldn't hear the sleet any more, but something was definitely still coming down. Oh. Right. Freezing rain. Instantly, it started to form a slick, crunchy glaze over all the snow and everything else on which it landed. The word 'discouraged' was woefully inadequate to describe my feelings at that time. Even with help, this would be a miserable job. And given the weather, I doubted TJ would be out shoveling any time soon. But just a few minutes later, he appeared. From a distance, I saw him trudging through the deep, slippery snow, with his shovel over his shoulder. His face was all covered up, but that unmistakable hair flowed around his hat, blown by the unforgiving wind. He approached me, offered his gloved hand, and gave a muffled, “Hi Joe. I thought you'd need some help, so I headed over as soon as it stopped snowing.” What a great kid. To think he put himself through so much trouble and discomfort, just to help me shovel. No amount of money would be worth what he'd just endured, and was going to experience for the duration of the job. He's just an amazingly nice kid, and that's all there is to it. “Thanks so much buddy, let's do what we can... and when you need a break, don't even hesitate, just go right inside.” I told him. “Deal.” My little human snow shoveling machine started clearing the driveway, while I continued on the sidewalk and walkways. I'd made pretty good progress in my ability to cope with snow since Monday's shoveling disaster, which had left TJ stuck with the bulk of the work. I was proud that I was doing a reasonably competent job with my part of the shoveling for this go round. I even managed to keep track of my wallet this time. Now that's progress! Probably an hour and a half passed before either of us even looked up. Despite the lousy conditions, we actually moved a decent amount of snow. But we had to step very carefully, because as soon as we exposed the pavement, freezing rain accumulated on it and iced it over. And the wind was getting stronger. The bleak gray sky began to darken even more. Evening was already descending on us. “TJ, you've done a great job. Let's call it a day!” I yelled over the wind. “Sounds good to me!” he enthused. We both stepped inside and, somewhat out of breath, kicked off our boots and removed our coats. I was exhausted and needed to regroup. As was becoming his routine, TJ went straight to the bathroom. When he emerged a moment later, I offered dinner. “Hey, TJ, you did an incredible job, and I can't thank you enough. How about a nice dinner of mac and cheese?” “Thanks, Joe! Let me just call my mom to make sure it's okay.” “Yeah buddy, go for it.” I said. TJ dug deep to pull his phone out from under several layers of clothing, and then had a startled look on his face. “Oh no, my mom's been trying to call me, and I have four texts from her.” “Call her dude, let her know you're okay.” I suggested. What a brilliant idea... surely TJ would never have thought of that without my helpful input. TJ called his mom. “Hi... Yes, I just saw them, I couldn't hear the phone 'cause it was in my coat... I'm sorry, Mom. No, I'm fine... Okay, thanks, I love you, too... You okay?... Really, that deep? Well, Mr. Joe asked if I would like dinner here... Oh, no, all night? He must be exhausted... Let me ask.... Mom, you better talk to Mr. Joe... Okay, okay, hold on please...” “Mr. Joe, can you talk to my Mom?” he asked in a way that seemed to be bordering on pleading. “Of course, pal, what's your Mom's first name?” I asked. “Tracy.” he said, while handing me his phone. “Hi Tracy this is Joe, is everything ok, ma'am?” Tracy was very clearly relieved that her son was just fine. And hearing my voice seemed to reassure her. She told me she had been in a panic because he wasn't answering his phone and the weather had been deteriorating since he'd left their house. Their street, several blocks closer to the waterfront than mine is, was flooding with ocean water. On top of that, her husband John, TJ's father, was an emergency room physician in our local hospital. Because of all the accidents and injuries being caused by the storm, the hospital had asked him to remain on duty overnight. She couldn't take her car through the deep salt water to come pick up TJ. With so much snow and ice still on the unplowed streets, neither she nor I would have been able to drive anyway. In short, there was no safe way for TJ to get home. After several minutes of this back and forth, Tracy asked me if, under these extraordinary and dangerous circumstances, I would let TJ stay in my house for the night. “Well, it will be my pleasure, Tracy. And don't worry about a thing, he'll be safe and perfectly comfortable here.” Then I gave Tracy my address and phone number. I finished up by adding, “I'm sure you know this, but I'll say it anyway... You can be very proud of TJ. He is such a hard worker, and so helpful, polite and respectful. He really represents your family very, very well. I can't thank you enough for permitting him to come and help me shovel out from under these two storms.” “Well, TJ thinks the world of you, Joe. And we appreciate your generosity and your hospitality, especially on a night like this,” Tracy told me. “Not at all, Tracy, it's the least I can do. And if you find yourself worrying about anything, call me at any time. My phone will be by my side all night, and I'll ask TJ to do the same... Yes Tracy, you too! I'll give you back to your son.” With that, I gave TJ his phone back and he said goodnight, ever so sweetly, to his mom. And it started to sink in... TJ is going to be my guest for this entire, beautiful night! I got the mac and cheese started. And I started up the hot tub. This is going to be the best slumber party I've ever had! TJ and I ravenously ate mac and cheese with warm, buttery dinner rolls. We indulged in enough soda for five or six people. When we finally came up for air, we were both wiped out. Yet he insisted on helping me with cleaning up. We made pretty quick work of the dishes and got everything put away. I suggested we both just sit for a few minutes, before deciding what to do next. My cute little buddy took a seat in the living room, and moments later, was fast asleep. I sat on the couch, and before I knew it, I was starting to doze off too. I allowed myself a couple of minutes, then got up and walked to the spa to take a look out back. As much as the snow was a pain in the ass, it really was beautiful. But that wind was still howling, and the window was coated with water from the menacing freezing rain that continued unabated. The heat from the house must have been warming the windows enough to prevent it from freezing on contact with them. But the tree branches were bent farther than I would ever have thought possible, so weighed down were they by the snow and especially now, the accumulating ice. Even the electrical wires were doing their best to stretch out and reach down to the ground. There are going to be problems from this, I thought. I was thankful that my house isn't too close to the water, but remembered that TJ's is. Damn... I hope it'll be okay! And unfortunately, worrying about it isn't going to accomplish anything. I stuck my hand in the hot tub... oh yeah, it was at the perfect temperature. I decided on a quick shower, after which I'd wake TJ and invite him to join me in the hot tub and, with any luck, let the games begin. I undressed and stepped into the brand new shower right off the spa, and delighted in the hot water as is cascaded over my head, down my chest and legs. I poured a generous handful of fragrant shampoo, then closed my eyes and lathered it into my hair. I was lost in the sudden relief I was feeling after the hard work of shoveling, just standing there, taking in the warmth of the water, the comforting, sweet smell of the shampoo. And that was when I felt a warm little hand on my right side, just above my waist. And another was soon on my rapidly enlarging penis. A lovely little head rested against my back, and that little left hand played - so gently - with my dick, occasionally caressing my balls for good measure. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at a naked, beautiful TJ, his signature long, blond hair having turned slightly darker with the water flowing over it. For a minute or two I just stood there and let TJ work his magic. But I soon became so aroused that I was at risk of ejaculating right then and there. So I softly grasped his hand, pulled it to my lips and kissed it, and then with his hand still in mine, turned to face him. Something about the sensations of the warm, steamy shower, how the lighting accentuated the sleek textures of his shiny wet body, and of course that gorgeous hair falling over his shoulders just made TJ look more ravishing than I'd even realized. I pulled him close, his face buried in my belly. I embraced my lover with my hands on his shoulders, then slowly knelt before him, gently working my hands down his sides. So overwhelming was the visual and tactile feast before me that I just crouched there, trying desperately to take in every beautiful inch of TJ. Slowly and teasingly, I lathered him up from head to toe. I watched with fascination – and renewed hunger - as his delightful, cut little boy penis grew with his excitement. I could have sworn that his hairless, perfect little nuts swelled just slightly and tightened against his body. Incredible. Caressing those shapely, muscular thighs while they were wet with soap and water was paradise. Even soaping up his feet was amazing, and I moved my comparatively big fingers carefully between his toes, placing both feet, in turn, on my knee to steady him. The combination of wet, smooth young boy skin and dense, masculine muscle just beneath was intoxicating. He was so small, so gorgeous, so compact, so sexy, and so desirable, all at the same time! I finished washing his feet and decided to play, just a little, with that most boyish of his many beautiful parts. It quickly grew to full size and attention, and I touched it just enough to be perceptible. Barely. Yes, I wanted to tease TJ. I wanted his desire to reach its maximum, then deny him so that his anticipation would build for the fun that was to come later. This was my way of trying to reward him, to repay him for being so helpful on this challenging day. To show him the same loyalty he'd shown me. To make sure he knew he could depend on me no matter what, just as I'd been able to depend on him. This night was my chance to repay the devotion he'd shown and the excitement he'd given me. Oh, how I adore this little boy! I placed my hands on his sides and coaxed him to turn around, then I stood back up. Starting with that mesmerizing hair and working my way down his shoulders and back, I soaped him up from behind. Then came his hips and legs. Gorgeous. Finally, I poured more soap into my hands and placed each one on a beautiful butt cheek. For well longer than was necessary, I washed, caressed, and massaged TJ's fantastic boybutt. With one hand, I reached around front and caressed his chest, and with the other, I felt along and then into the space between his cheeks. When TJ offered no resistance, I slowly, softly, gently, and carefully extended a soapy middle finger toward his tempting little rosebud. Breathing heavily against his back, and with my right hand caressing his chest and belly, my finger made love to him, tentatively crossing that line and entering his tight warmth. TJ stood absolutely still and was nearly silent, and only when I started to withdraw my finger did he let out the slightest gasp. I pulled out completely, rinsed my hand under the hot shower spray, and put more soap on it. When I entered again, he clenched his cheeks and then relaxed them, and it was positively exhilarating. After my finger was inside, he moaned ever so softly and I started moving in and out, and TJ exhaled with contentment. I rinsed and re-soaped again, and repeated the process several times more. I was so happy that he liked it. I had no idea if anything would happen down here later on, but if anything did, TJ had no objection to being made squeaky clean for it. What a sexy boy! With both of us now delightfully cleansed of our earlier exhaustion, we headed straight for the hot tub. Slipping into that bubbly hot water was the fulfillment of what I'd needed since first setting out into the cold. We both sat on the tub's built in seating, our heads the only parts of our bodies above the turbulent froth. TJ slid into position just to my left, and I offered him the TV remote. The first thing that came on the screen was “Breaking News” about the storm. We'd lived enough of it already to have no interest in the breathless coverage being presented from a nice warm television studio. He pressed the channel up arrow. Next was a public broadcast documentary on the perils of global warming. “TJ, I'm looking out the window, and I ain't buyin' it little buddy, not today”. TJ laughed, signaling his agreement with another press of the button. Some lame sitcom lasted about six seconds. Press. TJ looked at the remote, said, “There's like nothing on... How do I... oh, I got it.” On went the DVD player. Right where we'd left off the last time, the end of the very same cum shot. The screen darkened momentarily, and then we were presented with a new scene. Two guys, one beautiful girl. Small talk, pants dropping, cock in hand, cock in mouth. A couple of minutes later, we progressed to a cock in her pussy, one in her mouth. Then a little reshuffling of the dick, and one was going into her pussy while another went up her ass. I give them credit for agility. And staying power. Geez. After what felt like ages, both guys pulled out of their respective orifices and, almost simultaneously, jacked themselves off onto her face. After all that, I thought, and with a hot slut who will let them do whatever they want, they just wind up jerking off. End of scene, end of DVD. Excited by what he'd just watched, TJ stood up with a throbbing, pulsing, cute little erection. Emboldened by our activities of four days earlier, he didn't even ask. He turned toward me, shifted his left leg to the other side of me, and stood on the same seat on which I sat, his hard littleboycock right in my face. Instinctively, my hands went to his hips, and pulled him right on target. His horny, raging little hardon was more delicious than I'd even remembered. My hands moved to his butt, and, symbolically anyway, held him right where he belonged. But when I moved my hands down his thighs, he surprised me by bucking his hips forward and back, totally dictating the movement of that precious cocklet in and out of my mouth. He put his hands on my shoulders. In and out he went, over and over, a lustful look on his adorable face, his sweet protruding little boy belly rubbing my nose. It was I who eventually brought a stop to the blowjob. “TJ, baby, you wanna wait a bit? There's other stuff we can do before you make the watery stuff come out. You might like it even better”. “Really, okay, sure I'll try it.” “Great, and if you don't like something, tell me and I'll stop right away.” I told him. I got up from my seated position, but put my hand on TJ's shoulder, indicating that he could stay where he was. I stood behind him in the hot tub, my back to the TV, and gently guided his shoulders forward and down, so he was leaning over the edge of the tub where I'd just been sitting, his back to me. I knelt down slightly, rubbed his soft back with my hands, and worked my way down to that sexy ass. With my heart about to race right out of my chest, I slid my left hand down that warm, wet, inviting little boy butt crack. I extended my middle finger, tickling my youthful friend as I went. My right hand massaged his back while my left hand massaged the entrance to TJ's pussy. I pushed it into his opening just slightly, and he started bucking his hips again. I couldn't believe how enthusiastically he was responding to my invasion of his most private part. I rewarded him with my right hand, gently enveloping his hairless cock and balls, softly stroking him. I also couldn't believe what I was contemplating, but TJ seemed agreeable to anything at this point. My cock was probably the hardest it had ever been, and the hot tub water was washing away my precum as fast as it was flowing out. TJ's butt, just sticking out above the water and bubbles, was bright and shiny from the spa lights. It was the most inviting thing I'd ever seen. “Hey Buddy”, I asked, “I've never done this before, but do you mind if I try something?” “Whenever you ask me that, it winds up being awesome. Go for it!” came his lusty reply. Every night since Monday, I'd had nice dreams of TJ's tight little fuck hole. And now he was giving me the opportunity to experience it for real. Nose first, I went right in there. With both hands, I carefully spread his cheeks apart. That little pussy looked incredible. Never in my life had I ever thought to do this, but it felt obligatory at this point. I tongued my way from his hairless balls right up into that buttcrack. “Oh, wow, that feels unbelievable!” gushed TJ. Encouraged, I found his hole and tongued it with abandon. With my face now firmly in his ass, it was no longer necessary to spread his cheeks, so I caressed his side with my left hand, and resumed masturbating him with my right. Five, maybe even ten minutes of that passed in the blink of an eye. TJ's enthusiasm never waned, but he was getting uncomfortable in that position. My legs were starting to quiver, and I sensed this was a good time for a change. I pulled my tongue from his hole, my face from his buttcrack. We both stood up, turned toward each other, and giggled. And just then, we heard – and even felt the house shudder from - a wind gust. Instinctively, we both went to the big spa window overlooking the back yard. We stood there and watched in awe as the wind reached a ridiculous new level of intensity. I will admit – now – to actually being afraid at that point. I didn't want to make TJ nervous by showing fear, but it seemed almost impossible that something bad wouldn't happen. Surely a tree would fall, or the wires would snap, or something would crash through the roof. But miraculously, without incident, the wind calmed slightly and I suggested we get away from the window, just in case. Before we could even turn and walk away, we both saw a brilliant flash way off in the distance. Once again, we were glued to the window. Another flash... and this time, the house lights blinked in rhythm with the odd greenish, bluish glow in the sky. A few seconds passed and then the flashes occurred again, with the lights blinking right along with them. Then, there was a tremendous, almost blinding flash. And the lights went out completely. Maybe fifteen seconds later, “Boom, boom, boom, BOOM!”. “Well, this doesn't look too good, does it TJ?” “Nope. What'll we do?” asked my little buddy. “Let's get our phones, and use them as flashlights so I can find the real flashlights. We gotta conserve the power in our phones.” I found one in the kitchen, gave it to TJ, and asked him to light the way as I walked to the garage. I knew there was another in there right on my tool bench. With both of us still naked and wet, it felt freezing in the garage. When both of us were equipped with flashlights, we went back to the spa, and got back in the now calm, but still pleasantly hot water. “TJ, I don't think we're gonna have power back for a while, based on what we just saw. That means the house is gonna get cold, so we should get out of here and get dried off quickly. But of course, we'll both stink like chlorine from the the hot tub, so let's take quick showers while there's till some hot water. Then we can get dressed and figure out our next move. That sound okay to you?” “Yeah, sounds good, and I wanna call my mom and make sure she's okay.” Such a little doll. Always thinking about others before himself. We got out of the hot tub and walked back for a couple of quick, no-nonsense showers. I used plenty of body wash to get rid of the hot tub smell, and then TJ followed suit. Just as quickly, TJ and I had dried off and gotten dressed. I wished at this point that we both had a clean change of clothes. I could just go upstairs for mine... but for TJ, we'd have to improvise. He was more interested in calling home at the moment, and I was glad when he appeared relieved upon ending the call. “My mom lost power too, but she said she's fine and is real happy I'm with you so she knows I'm safe.” “Oh TJ, you're such a good boy... so sweet”, I said, “So I guess we'll just have to do what we can, and make the most of the situation.” “Thanks. Yeah, we'll be fine. What do you wanna do?” “Wanna light a fire in the fireplace and hang out in front of it to stay warm? Our entertainment is gonna be pretty limited, but I could use my laptop and my bluetooth speakers to play some music or whatever you'd like.” “Yeah, and maybe we can watch some videos or something.” “Well, we can try, but without electricity, the wifi is down”. “Wanna watch the DVD some more?” he asked. Oh, you yummy little devil. “Sorry dude, but my laptop doesn't have a DVD player. And besides, without electricity, your favorite DVD is stuck in the player... forever!” I laughed. The little darling smiled and rolled his eyes. Then I said, “Oh, and maybe you'd like a...” I caught myself. “Oops, forget it.” “Why, what?” “No, I was gonna offer you a hot chocolate for dessert, but then I realized, no electricity, no hot chocolate”. “Oh, that would have been good. Maybe the power will come back on.” reasoned cute little TJ. “Well, we can hope, right?” “Yeah!” “Well, anyway, it's the kind without the mini-marshmallows, that's all I could get.” “Oh, forget it then, I could never stoop so low.” “Yeah, you're right. That's all they had left, but, still, I don't know what I was thinking.” As usual, TJ wound up saying just the right thing, “Wow, just when you you're starting to think you know somebody”. We both laughed. So we built a little fire in the living room fireplace. The small amount of wood in the rack wouldn't last long, but at least it was dry. Even so, it took forever to light. After several false starts, we finally got a somewhat decent fire going. I was suddenly aware of how quiet it was in an electricity-free house. I sat on the couch in front of the fire, its heat completely inadequate. It barely kept us warm, let alone the entire house. TJ joined me on the couch, and I pulled a blanket over us. We could hear the wood crackling and snapping in the fire, occasional wind gusts from outside, and the house creaking in resistance to them. Faintly, we could hear sirens in the distance. I realized how lucky I was to be enjoying this moment, safely and comfortably, with beautiful little TJ snuggled up with me. In minutes, we were both asleep. It was around 11 pm when I woke up. TJ was out cold. So was our fire. I woke him up. “Hey TJ, wanna go upstairs and get into a nice warm bed?” Reluctantly, rubbing his eyes, yawning, he nodded in agreement. I took a look at the ashes and decided the fireplace was safe to leave overnight as it was. I wrapped TJ in the blanket and led him upstairs. The lack of heat was really noticeable in the bedroom. I was relieved that we'd both already showered and could just jump in bed. I considered wearing clothes to bed, but then decided against it because with the sheets, blanket, and comforter, it would probably be too hot with clothing on. TJ followed my lead, and stripped to his underwear. He was first to actually jump in bed. I lit one candle on each nightstand. Mood lighting. I lay down to the right of TJ, put my arm on his pillow and worked it under his head, and I wound up cradling his neck with the inside of my left elbow. I reached over and put my right hand on his smooth, muscular chest. It was so warm and soft and delightful. I decided to follow TJ's lead at this point. Would there be immediate sleep at this point, or more fun and games? Totally up to him. TJ closed his eyes. His breathing became rhythmic. I moved my hand in a very slow caress of his chest and belly. Would it soothe him to a restful sleep, or arouse him for more lustful games? Totally up to him. A minute passed. Two. Five. Nothing. Okay sweet little buddy, enjoy the sleep you've earned so well. Right after I had that thought, TJ put his hand on my cock. On second thought, I guess it's on baby! I reciprocated. I slipped my hand beneath his undies and cupped his sexy, bald nuts and stiffening cocklet. I reached a little further south, into that now-familiar, wonderful place between his cheeks. I turned away from him just enough to lay flat on my back, and with my left hand, I grasped his left shoulder and coaxed him to lay on top of me. I held his butt, and pulled his face to mine. Our lips met, and our tongues danced. As much fun as this was, the stiff littleboycock wedged between us clearly needed more attention. And my big, dripping man cock was ready, too. I took great delight in slipping TJ's briefs down, down, and off! TJ moved down just enough for my cock head to begin probing between his ass cheeks. That sensation was beyond belief, and I also couldn't believe I wasn't shooting cum already. His smooth, soft, warm, and inviting butt cheeks were forming the most perfect cushion for my loaded cock, and I think he knew it. He started gyrating his butt against my cock, causing it to  slide up and down along his crack. It wouldn't take much of this... “TJ, I don't wanna shoot yet. You have me very close. Can you sit up, and slide up this way?” “Okay”. He put his hands on my shoulders, giving me the most beautiful closeup of his nipples and chest. Even his taut belly looked sexy, with the cutest little horizontal folds of boyflesh opening and closing in time with his breathing and movements. If our positions had been reversed, my belly would probably have landed right on his face, and been gross. Something about our vastly contrasting appearances, sizes, and textures was absolutely exhilarating. And when he reached around and softly caressed my dick, I was once again right on the edge. TJ needed something fun to keep him occupied, to give my oh-so-ready-to-cum cock a break. He took his hand off my wet, purple head just in time. “When we were in the hot tub, that felt really good,” he announced. “Oh, you mean when I licked your butt?” “Yeah, it was weird, but I really liked it.”  “Yeah, it was weird, I've never done that before, but I liked it too.” “I thought you were gonna put it in me for a minute.” “Oh, no way TJ, that might hurt you, I would never do that.” “I kinda wanted to try, but I was nervous.” he said. My cock had started to settle down, and so had TJ's. “You don't ever have to be afraid when you're with me. I would never, ever do anything you didn't like, and I'd never hurt you.” TJ just blinked his eyes and nodded. “Thanks”. “No, TJ, thank YOU.” I replied, the most sincere thing I'd ever said. Absentmindedly, TJ rubbed the hair on my chest with his fingers. And I thought to myself, No, I mean it. I would never even consider doing anything that could hurt my precious little friend. And then it was time to lighten the mood. “TJ, can I suck your beautiful dick again?” I couldn't believe how he grinned upon sliding his incredible, delicious, studly little cock into my mouth. Again, his hands were on my shoulders, and he pistoned in and out of my face. This little guy REALLY likes getting his dick sucked. And I REALLY like sucking it for him. Perfect. After a couple of delightful minutes, TJ asked me, “Is that fun, what you're doing?” Now, I realize it's impolite to talk with your mouth full of hard littleboycock. It's difficult to speak clearly, too. So, reluctantly, I withdrew my lips from TJ's lovely penis. “Well, TJ, I'd never done it until Monday. But because it's you, and because you are so special to me, yes, it's a lot of fun.” “You mind if I try?” Gulp. A little shot of adrenaline pulsed through my entire body. A tingling surge of excitement shot from deep inside my nuts, straight through my cock, and right out the tip, pulling along with it a generous wave of precum. “Sure, turn around buddy.” I wound up with TJ's small, smooth, totally hairless boyass right in my face once again. I parted his cheeks with my hands, and began licking his ultra-clean pussy just as his warm, wet, tight little mouth enveloped my cock. He was so pretty and fragrant it was just incredible. And what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm, not to mention his lips and tongue. He formed a perfect seal around my dick, teasing and tantalizing me like a living, breathing fleshlight. Even the most expensive, luxurious, slippery lube couldn't have provided the wonderful feelings his saliva did. I just had to return the favor he was doing for me. With my hands on his hips, I pulled his ass from my face and welcomed his entire three piece set into my wide open mouth. Stroke for stroke I tried to please his cock and balls like he was pleasing mine. It was the most incredible sixty-nine I've ever had! And when TJ started to caress my nuts while simultaneously sucking my cock, I knew I was running out of time. I pulled him out of my mouth, and suggested, “TJ, let's switch back again.” “Whaddaya mean?” “Can you sit on my chest again, facing me?” I requested. “Sure. And you were right, that was fun.” “Yeah,” I said “I almost shot right then. You're too good for me, little buddy." “So, what should we do?” “Like before, okay?” “Sure!” And, again seated on my chest, he slid in and out of my mouth. I varied the tightness of my seal, depth, and speed as I sucked his dick as tantalizingly as I possibly could, determined to make him climax. My hands massaged his thighs, his back, his shoulders, and his underarms. He quickened his pace, and I knew I was getting him close. He closed his eyes, started breathing heavily, and absolutely fucked my mouth with every ounce of energy he could muster. Then he slowed, and it happened. “Oooooh... oooh... ohhhh... it feels sooo good!” and that little cock twitched several wonderful times, pumping out a delicious drop, maybe even two. What little there was tasted so fucking good! Eventually, he slid off me, and lay back next to me in the bed. I brushed that lovely long hair with my hand, then held his shoulder to let him know I loved him. I figured he would fall asleep momentarily. But that's not TJ's way. “What about you?” “What do you mean, bud?” “Don't you wanna shoot some semen?” Always thinking about others. That's TJ. “I'd love to TJ, but only if you're up to it, aren't you exhausted?” “Just taking a little break,” he said, smiling. “Well then, yes, whenever you're ready, and however you want.” “Okay, stay right there, I've got this.” TO THE READER: Ok, you heard TJ... he's got this. Remember I promised you a little cue when the time came for your active involvement? Well it's time. Get your lube, and don't be stingy with it. And don't get one or two tissues... You're about to make a BIG mess, so grab a handful. Now, you know that wonderful tingle you feel down there when you see a beautiful, sexy boy? Like the boy in that pic you selected because he's your vision of TJ? Get it up on your other screen. Feel the magic of that tingle, and get the precum ooozing. Imagine those blue eyes locked on yours as he kneels in front of you, his hands all over you. He lowers his head over your dick, opens wide, encircles the head with just his tongue, and puts one hand under your nuts. TJ wants to make you happy, just like he makes Joe so happy. Yes, it's time. Enough of this hands-off, reading only crap. TJ wants your hot fucking load. Pour your lube all over that big, dripping, throbbing, TJ loving man cock of yours and let's bring this home... TJ climbed back on top of me, and planted his lips right on mine. He made out with me, sliding his tongue in and out and all around. Ran his hands up and down my sides, tickling me until I almost giggled. Then he took hold of my cock. Pulled his face from mine. Maintained eye contact with me the whole time he slid down my body. With his knees at the foot of the bed, his feet up in the air, his face landed right between my legs. Still, those beautiful blue eyes held their grip on mine. And his left hand kept its extremely gentle hold on my nuts. His right hand slid slowly up and down my chest, my sides, and my belly. And he stared at me as he put his mouth right over the hard, leaking head of my cock. I could feel his breath on it. Still making eye contact, he kissed my dick. Winked at me. Licked it, at first from the sides, as though it were an ice cream cone. Then around the top, more like a lollipop. He opened wide, extended his tongue, and tentatively, gradually, I felt his mouth completely envelope my cock. Staring at me despite the up and down movement of his mouth, his entire pretty face gave me the greatest pleasure I've ever had. And then his hair, that wonderful, long, pretty, blond hair. The end of every single individual strand of his sexy hair landed somewhere... some on my inner thighs, some on my outer thighs, on my belly, oh, fuck, even on my nuts and between them and my legs. A million individual strands of his beautiful hair tickled, teased, tempted, and tantalized me. Along with the warm, wet, wonderful feeling of his mouth working its magic on my dick, his fingers and his hair worked in concert, cooperating to give me the sexiest dick sucking I've ever had... conspiring to bring me to the very edge. I looked in his eyes, still meeting mine. A quick glance at my cock, TJ's saliva glistening all over it in the light of the candles. Another million point massage from his long hair as his head moved so slightly up and down. Those fingers ever so gently fondling my balls. He circled that tongue all around my cock head. His mouth slipped slowly from my head and down my shaft, till the whole fucking thing was in his mouth, and he slowly started coming back up. He did it all over again. And again. Slurping. Sucking. Licking. Looking in my eyes the whole time. It was all too much. From somewhere deep inside me, some place I'd never even known existed, my nut started. Muscles in my feet contracted, curling my toes. A shiver ran up my spine. Soon, one jet after another was blasting from my cock, filling TJ's mouth with my boyloving spunk, and me with immeasurable pleasure. I could certainly understand if, at this point, TJ quickly took his mouth from me, unsure of what he would taste and feel. But that's not TJ. Knowing the pleasure he was giving me, he was relentless. He kept up his wonderful sucking, even as my cum spilled from his mouth, down his chin, and all over my cock, my nuts, and his left hand. Once again, some even got in his hair. When it was finally, really over, I was completely shot. TJ was amused, and I think a little grossed out, by the huge mess, and hastily wiped some of it up with the top sheet. I suggested he go wash his face, rinse out his mouth, and use some mouthwash. A minute or two later, he was back in bed. With me. Under the covers. With the excitement level finally on the wane, we again became aware of the wind and how it continued whistling through the trees and the lifeless electrical wires. I became aware of the sound of my own breathing, and beautiful TJ's, too. It felt so cozy, so absolutely warm and delightful and safe. I turned toward TJ and pulled him close. I put my right arm around him, and felt his hand softly hold mine. His back was against my chest, and my face was blanketed by his fragrant hair. He moved his right leg until it was partly on top of mine. Sleep would overtake both of us very soon. The candles flickered. Another gust shook the house, and did who knows what to the trees out there. Freezing rain quietly continued buffeting the windows. I was grateful that my wife, TJ and his family, and I were all safe. I was grateful for the shelter and comfort of my sturdy house on such a night. I was thankful for all the people who were out there in the storm, working to save lives, to help those in need, to keep people safe, to protect their property, to clear the roads, and eventually, I hoped, to restore our electricity. And I was grateful that all these potentially disastrous conditions had worked together to bring me the night of my life with TJ. For me, never before had such a bad set of circumstances created such wonderful results. I thought he was asleep. “Joe, you have a pool, right?” “Yes, TJ, I have a pool. You wanna go for a swim? My pool cover just landed about three blocks away, so I bet the water's a little chilly right now.” He laughed. “I was thinking about becoming a pool boy, you know, to keep people's pools clean during the summer. You think you would hire me to do that?” Without hesitation, I said, “TJ, I know you would be the best pool boy ever. If you decide to do it, consider yourself hired.” “Thanks Joe, I wanna make some money this summer.” “No, thank you TJ, for working so hard today, for everything, and especially for being my friend.” A minute or two passed. The candles flickered pleasantly, comfortingly. More gusts of wind outside. “I love you, Joe”. “Oh, TJ.” Suddenly, there was a lump in my throat. It's amazing how quickly tears can start forming from out of nowhere. I squeezed his wonderful little hand a bit more tightly. “I love you too, my little buddy.” Soon, sleep was upon us. *** THE *** END *** I hope you enjoyed this completely fictional story. If you did, would you please send me an email and tell me about your experience with it? I love hot emails from readers, especially when they share what they liked, what got them hard, what made them cum, and even what needs improvement. (But, especially, what made them cum! The hotter, the better). crazyweather@protonmail.com Some who have written me with suggestions probably recognized them in this story. Thanks for the help! And don't forget to take a look at my other two stories, conveniently located right here on Nifty! You don't even have to go out in the blizzard to read them! As for the hot chocolate, just make sure you get the good stuff. Snow https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/snow There's A Hole In The Fence https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/theres-a-hole-in-the-fence