Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2021 07:15:45 +0000 From: CrazyWeather Subject: Snow I hope you enjoy the following completely fictional story of an 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 this now. The purpose of this story is simply to help you get off. A suggestion: have some lube within easy reach and some tissues or paper towels nearby for the cleanup which - if I am at all successful in writing this story - should be inevitable. I'll give you a cue in the story when it's time to put those things to use. A nice pic of a pretty, blue eyed, long-haired blond boy on another device may come in handy, too. Please note: Words within *asterisks* indicate the narrator's thoughts, which he shares with you privately as opposed to "quotation marks", which indicate spoken words. This little distinction is necessary because italicized print doesn't appear as such in this format. In the future, I hope to work around this by using HTML formatting, but for now, asterisks will have to do. Thanks for bearing with me on this. And I'd LOVE your feedback. If this story has the desired effect and helps you jack yourself to a real nice cum, please tell me all about it at crazyweather@protonmail.com. The hotter, the better :) I'd like to give a shoutout to StrangeWriter, who, in addition to providing assistance and encouragement, is an awesome Nifty author. Check out some of his work, and you'll be in for a real treat: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#strangewriter If you enjoy the Nifty Archive, please consider donating to help maintain it at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thanks. Now, let's have a little fun... SNOW The text appeared on my phone at exactly 5:00 am. "No work today... stay safe and enjoy your snow day"! I was still in my nice, warm bed and was as thrilled as could be to finally have confirmation of the day off I'd been expecting ever since the forecast had first mentioned the "s word". I decided to stay in bed another thirty minutes, which I could never do on a work day. When I arose, my first move was to the window... sure enough, the forecasters had nailed it. My huge back yard was buried under more than a foot of beautiful, freshly-fallen snow. The evergreen trees were covered, their branches bent low under the weight of the white stuff. The patio and the furniture on it were also buried, their shapes barely discernible under a thick white blanket of snow. It occurred to me that, as beautiful as it was, this snow would mean a lot of work. I would have to shovel the front steps, the walkway, the driveway, and the sidewalk out from under all this snow. *Good thing I have the day off... I should get to work on this soon, or my entire day off will be spent shoveling*. I treated myself to some toast and hot chocolate, the kind with the mini-marshmallows that always melt away before the drink is completely consumed. Delicious! It was a nice dose of sugar to power me through a morning of shoveling. I remember as a kid, a good snow storm meant... money! I had several neighbors whose properties I was responsible for shoveling, no phone call or prior arrangements necessary, just get out there and start shoveling. At first it was fun, but then the cold and the wind would make it very uncomfortable. All the heavy clothing, which at first seemed so necessary, soon led to some parts of my body being too hot. Some of the outer layers would have to be shed, or I'd wind up sweaty and overheated in the midst of all the ice and snow. And few things are as exhausting as a full day of shoveling snow... especially the heavy, wet kind. And I remembered something else from my childhood. That first snow of the season was always welcome. "Oh, how beautiful!" everybody would say. And a snow day from school was also most welcome! By the third or fourth storm, however, the pleasant thoughts were long gone. Snow had become a four letter word, and its mere mention would set off a string of profanity from even the most ardent of snow lovers. *Oh, well, enough reminiscing, it's time to get to work*. After putting on my heaviest coat, hat, and gloves, I grabbed my snow shovel and stepped outside. It was brutal! Stinging, wind-driven cold. I was shocked at how far my feet went down into the snow; it was like a bottomless pit of heavy, wet powder that I would have to shovel away. I was immediately discouraged. And after about thirty minutes of shoveling, I was even more discouraged at how little progress I'd made. I was cold and sweaty at the same time, nearly out of breath, and already starving again! *Well, on the bright side, the front steps and walkway are finished, now I just have to tackle the sidewalk and the driveway... Man, this looks like an all-day job*! I went back inside for a bathroom break and decided to stay for a little while to normalize my body temperature: let the freezing parts warm up, and let the sweaty parts cool down. Suddenly it dawned on me that the minute I finish shoveling I should get myself into that nice new hot tub in the spa my wife had designed. That room was, as far as I was concerned, the best part of the house. It actually jutted out into the back yard, with large windows all the way around. They could really be thought of as walls made of glass, and what a view I will enjoy later today when I soak in the hot bubbly water, watch that huge TV, listen to the incredible sound system. I thought, *Hell, I might even have a nice adult beverage or four. Great idea... now go finish the shoveling so you have some time to enjoy the spa*! After getting dressed in a little less outerwear I stepped back outside. My eyes actually hurt as they tried to adjust so quickly to the extreme brightness created by all that snow. And I though about my wife... oh, how she loved the snow! If she was here today, she would be with me, doing her part to help shovel, and probably tossing a shovel full at me on occasion to lighten the mood. She is very playful. I love that! You should have seen the way we put that hot tub to use the first night after completion of the spa! That was a memorable evening. And I just know we will have another memorable evening as soon as she gets back from her trip. For a week before she left, the big question was whether or not it would be canceled due to the storm. And now that her company had been able to get everybody to the event safely despite the weather, the only question is how disappointed she will be about missing this epic snowfall! Another thing my wife is good at is making smart decisions. I bet when she calls she'll insist that I hire somebody to clear all this snow. I hope to have enough shoveling finished by then to be able to tell her, "Nah, don't worry about it... I already shoveled it all". The truth is, it's not a bad idea. But who can I get to help me? After all this time I've been outside, I have yet to see anybody else out here. What I should have done is bought a snow blower. It's been so long since we had a storm like this, I really didn't think it necessary, considering all the talk about global warming. But it would be awesome to have a machine like that at a time like this. I allowed my mind to continue to wander while I kept on shoveling. *What a pain in the ass*! But the daydreaming did help pass the time just a little more quickly. I guess that's why I didn't see a little person approaching, snow shovel in hand. "Hello, would you like some help?" came the high-pitched voice, slightly out of breath, but nonetheless full of enthusiasm. Long hair spilled out of a wool cap, past a pretty, somewhat tan face with intense blue eyes. The blond hair continued down the shoulders and back of a big, puffy coat. "Oh, well hello, and thank you, but I think I have this under control right now." I replied without really giving it much thought. *After all, I am a little stingy when you come right down to it, plus, how is some girl going to be able to even make a dent in this accumulation*? Instead of walking away or even saying anything, my young visitor just stood there, looking over what I'd shoveled and what I still had left to shovel, head shaking in apparent disappointment. I wasn't sure if that was in disbelief that I was refusing some much-needed help, or in disgust after having walked this far in these conditions only to be turned down. Neither was acceptable to me, and I immediately regretted what I'd said. I scolded myself, *Don't be such a dick, let this kid help and be thankful and generous about it*. I changed my tone. "Well, I really could use some help, but I don't have much cash on me, how much do you charge for shoveling?" "I don't have a set price or anything, but this looks like about a fifty dollar job to me. You think that's fair"? Fifty bucks, my goodness. I would have earned that much shoveling up this mess when I was a kid. I immediately agreed, knowing full well that I would double that amount when it was actually time to pay. I just hoped I was getting some real help, because I really did want to finish the job and get to that hot tub, with enough time to enjoy it. "Okay", I said, "can you start over there on the sidewalk? And I'll start up there in the driveway, and we can work toward each other until we meet in the middle." "Okay mister, but can I do the driveway? After all, you're paying me, so let me do the hard part". I had my doubts, of course, but in my typical fashion of not being able to say no, I agreed. I got to work on the sidewalk, and my new employee started way up the driveway, almost out of sight, near the garage door. A few minutes later, I had done maybe ten or fifteen feet of the sidewalk, and my helper came back into view. *Wow! That kid is a human snow shovel! A damn machine*! Shovelful after shovelful seemed to be flying through the air, and already the first third of the driveway had been cleared of snow. Immediately, I went from being doubtful about the kid's snow shoveling ability to being embarrassed that I couldn't possibly keep up! I didn't say anything, just kept my head down and continued shoveling, at my admittedly pathetic pace. *Why don't you have another doughnut, you out of breath, out of shape, heart attack waiting to happen*? We didn't meet in the middle, as planned. I fell about twenty feet short of my goal, and my little assistant not only finished the driveway, but continued right up the sidewalk, picking up my slack. I didn't say it, but I knew that one hundred dollar payment was now guaranteed, plus a tip! Hiring this kid to help had saved me so much work, and salvaged the rest of my beautiful snow day! I was thrilled. And I got the job done -- well, WE got the job done -- before my wife had even called to check in with me! *Awesome*! "Well, you did some incredible job, young lady! I am beyond impressed" I blurted out, winded and ready to collapse, spit flying from my chapped, nearly frost-bitten lips. *What a putz*. "Thank you sir, but, just so you know, I'm a boy". *You dick. Why didn't you ask before saying that? Not everybody with long hair is a girl, and the extreme snow shoveling was a dead giveaway. Yeah, sharp as a marble, as usual. How do you get yourself out of this one*? "It's Okay, I don't mind, lots of people assume I'm a girl because of my hair". "Oh, well, I'm sorry I assumed anything. I'm Joe... what's your name"? Ten seconds ago, this would have been a great question. But at this point, it was just a feeble -- and failed - attempt to look socially competent. "I'm TJ". Hah! Well, how about that? Even if I had asked for his name, it wouldn't have helped me know I had a boy shoveling my snow. I would have assumed TJ was a girl's name, like Theresa Judy or something. *How many girls do you know with the initials TJ? Just get past it*. "Well, TJ, like I said, you did an incredible job here. Thanks for helping me, and let me go get my wallet so I can pay you"! *Finally, I'd said something reasonably intelligent. First time for everything*. "Sure, I'll be right here", said TJ as enthusiastically and politely as I'd ever heard anybody speak. *What a sweetie*! I went back inside, stomped as much of the snow off my boots as I could onto the doormat, and, of course, couldn't remember where I'd left my wallet. Not in the foyer. Not in the dining room. Not in the damn kitchen. The remaining snow was melting off my boots and onto the floor. All over the house. *Geez*. No wallet in the living room, but some nice tracks of water and tiny little pieces of leaves or whatever the hell was on the walkways I'd just shoveled, now all over the floor. *Go back outside and tell TJ you're a putz and can't even find your wallet before he thinks you're skipping out on the payment and leaves*. Just as I started for the front door, my phone rang. It was my wife. Cool. Not the best timing, but cool. "Hi honey, oh what a snow storm you missed"! "I know, it's all over the news, and everybody here is talking about it. I may even be delayed getting back if they can't get the airports open by Friday. So how are you coping with it?" "Just fine, a nice neighborhood kid helped me shovel, and he was great. We're already finished". "Wow, that's incredible, I figured you'd be at it all day, that you'd never hire anybody to help. I'm so glad you did, I don't want you to hurt yourself". "Oh, thanks babe, yeah it worked out fine. How's your trip?" "So far, the hotel is great, my colleagues are awesome - as usual, but the program has been a little boring. Hopefully, it'll improve today. And tomorrow's the keynote address, so I know that'll be good. It's a good time not to be home in all that snow... I just miss you darling". "Oh, well, don't worry about me, just enjoy it, and call me again tonight, okay, I want to get back out front and pay that kid". "Well, why didn't you invite him in to warm up? I'll call you later, sweetie, go pay that kid, and don't be cheap". "Thanks doll, I'll pay him well, he earned it. Talk to you later, have fun". I ended the call, went back out front, and found TJ doing a little dance in my driveway. "Hey TJ I'm sorry I took so long, I can't find my wallet". "Can I use your bathroom?" "Of course you can, come on inside". "Thanks Mr. Joe". *He's so polite*. I led TJ inside, where he took off his boots without even being asked. *Nice kid*. I led him to the bathroom, right off the kitchen, next to the spa. He ran into the bathroom, quickly closed the door, and remained in there a little while. *Poor kid must have been holding it in the whole time he was out there busting his ass shoveling for me*. I scanned the kitchen while waiting for TJ, and still couldn't find my wallet. When the bathroom door opened, TJ was all smiles. "Thanks Mr. Joe, you sure do have a nice house!" he said. "Oh, thanks TJ, if you'd like to take a little tour, you can help me look for my wallet". "Cool". We walked into the spa. "Oh, Mr. Joe, that hot tub looks awesome!". "Well, thanks buddy, my wife and I love it. It's brand new, in fact, the whole room is. We call it the spa". The sun had the back yard snow so illuminated that it was almost blinding to be in there. "Does the water get all foamy and everything?" TJ asked me. "It sure does, would you like to see?" "Yeah!" I turned on the hot water and the bubbles, and in a matter of seconds, the hot tub came to life, a big cauldron of soothing hot bubbly water, perfect for taking off the chill and the aches and pains of a morning of shoveling snow. I realized I should just leave it running, and as soon as I pay TJ and he leaves, I can enjoy this thing. The soothing sound and appearance of the hot tub seemed to really be interesting to TJ. I saw a look of amazement, followed by a look of disappointment. Suddenly I realized that he probably felt bad that he wouldn't be able to enjoy this after all the work he'd done. Now, I felt bad for him. He's worked so hard, was so eager to please. So I asked him. "Hey, you know, TJ, I'm thinking there's really no reason why you can't enjoy this yourself. Unless you just want to get back out there and make more money shoveling right away. Wanna jump in there and try it out"? "Oh, I'd love to. But what can I wear"? I hadn't thought of that. "Well, I don't have anything your size, but you could go in in your underwear if you want, or do like we do, and just jump in there without any clothes. I won't look, you'll have the room all to yourself". "I guess I'll wear my underwear if that's ok". "Sure it is, TJ In fact, while you do that, I'll make some lunch for us, I can heat up some spaghetti and meatballs if you'd like. And those remotes control the sound, the TV, even the lighting and the bubbles, so make yourself at home". "Oh, thanks Mr. Joe, awesome". "You can just call me Joe if you want. We're not too formal around here". "Thanks, Joe!" With the tour now completely forgotten about, I went in to the kitchen, glad that I'd made a nice kid happy. I was still a little nervous about my wallet - *What if I dropped it in the friggin' snow*? - but decided not to worry about it until I'd at least served TJ his lunch. As I prepared the food, I could hear the TV, faintly, from the spa. Kid was getting the full treatment, and I hoped he was having the time of his life. Hard work deserves to be rewarded, especially for such a nice kid. The microwave beeped just as I poured a couple of sodas over ice. I put the food on plates, placed them on the table, and walked in to the spa. And there was TJ, luxuriating in the bubbly froth of the hot tub. From all the steam, condensation had started to form on the cold windows, partially obscuring the brilliant snowscape of the back yard. Soothing spa music played over my awesome sound system. And on my huge screen TV, some beautiful young slut was getting her mouth filled with a huge cock. *Wait, what*? "TJ, you're not supposed to be watching THAT!" "I know, I'm sorry Mr. Joe, I was playing with all the remotes, and this just came on all by itself"! "Well, you could have told me!" "It just came on, just now, I swear"! "Well, damn, I mean, please don't say anything to anybody. Your parents would think I'm highly irresponsible for letting you see that". "Oh, believe me, it wouldn't be you who got blamed, it would be me, so I'm not telling anybody"! We both took a deep breath. I picked up the remote and, despite all the buttons I pressed, the damn TV wouldn't shut off. On screen, a full-blown cum shot was in progress. Usually, great. At this moment, not great at all. I opened up the battery compartment on the back of the remote, did that little turning thing with the batteries, and pushed the power button again. "Whew"! This time, the TV cooperated and, mercifully, went dark. "So, this never happened, right TJ"? "That's right, Mr. Joe. It never happened!" Poor little guy was out of breath, obviously very frightened about getting in trouble. A good kid, who got into a bad situation, through no fault of his own. My fault really, having totally forgotten about the DVD in there when I invited him to "make himself at home". *Between that and the wallet, a successful day. Geez. 'Putz' doesn't begin to describe it*. Good time to just change the subject. "So, TJ, lunch is ready". "Thanks, I'm starving" said TJ. So was I. *Come to think of it, I work up a bit of an appetite watching porn, too*. TJ jumped out of the hot tub, and I handed him a towel. As he dried himself off, I couldn't help but admire his muscular young body. "How old are you, TJ"? "Ten and a half". "Wow, you're impressively muscular for your age, you work out a lot?" "Yeah, I do some kick-boxing and stuff, I guess it helps keep me in shape". "It shows my friend, you look very healthy. Now let's go get you some calories and carbs you can work off in the gym". He laughed. We took the short walk to the kitchen, with TJ still wrapped in the towel. We sat at the table and ate. He was careful to make sure the towel fully covered his seat, so the water wouldn't cause any damage to it. I looked at TJ while he ate. His blue eyes really were stunning. And his long hair, still damp, was very alluring. His arms were the smooth arms of a young boy, but with a very nice, shapely muscularity to them. What I could see of his chest was extremely enticing, partially hidden by the towel. Something made me want to see more, and I caught myself staring. To think, until he'd corrected me, I thought TJ was a girl! Now, let's be clear. I love my beautiful wife dearly. I've always been completely into women. I've never been attracted in the least to men. Or boys. But something about TJ, and his sweet personality, his hard work this morning, and his immediate apology in the spa all made him... attractive??? No, those qualities all made him a really nice kid. It was his face, his eyes, his arms, his chest, his legs, and that incredible hair that made him attractive. Sexy even. *Oh my goodness, what am I thinking*? "Thanks for lunch, Mr. Joe, this spaghetti is awesome!" said the lovely TJ. "Hey, you earned it, buddy. You did such a great job with all that snow. And as soon as I find my wallet, I'm gonna pay you and give you a nice big tip for your hard work! And it's Joe, please". "Okay Joe". Followed by a little silence. I wondered what he was thinking. He still looked really cute. I wondered what I was thinking, too. *He's a boy. What do you mean 'he looks really cute'*? "Can I ask you something, Joe"? "Sure"! "We're not telling anybody about what was on TV, right"? "That's right... please"! "Okay, well, as long as we're not telling anybody, could we watch it some more"? I wanted to say 'What do you mean, WE?' I wasn't watching it in the first place! As a former boy myself, I understood exactly where this question came from. And I was sympathetic to his curiosity. And the extremely pleasant feeling that happened in my nuts the moment he asked me that question got my thoughts all pointed in the wrong direction. My difficulty with saying 'No' was back, too. "Well, TJ, I guess if I go looking around the house for about exactly fifteen minutes on the dot trying to find my wallet, and if you wind up back in the hot tub after lunch and that complicated T.V. turns itself on, you can't really help any of that, and what I don't know won't hurt me, right?". "Okay". "Deal", I winked at him. *Oh, wow! Why did THAT just feel so good*?!?! TJ looked down at his spaghetti, embarrassed but relieved, I think. So, we finished lunch, then parted ways. Me to search for my wallet, ten and a half year old TJ to go watch a porno in my hot tub. I wish I could say I didn't find this very exciting. But I'd be lying. As bad as this was, my cock was straining against my jeans. *What is going on here*?! The wallet was in the upstairs bathroom. This made no sense, but I'd wasted enough time looking for the damn thing. No way should I invest any more time in trying to figure out what the fuck it was doing there. Relieved to have found it, my mind went back to TJ, and I admitted it to myself. *Sorry to say it, but that kid is hot as fuck*! Back down stairs I went, through the kitchen. My heart beginning to race, wondering what I was about to see. I walked into the spa. A different young whore, an even bigger, harder cock sliding in and out of her twat. TJ sitting on the edge of the hot tub, remote in hand, oblivious to me standing a few feet behind him. *His fifteen minutes were up long ago*. I took it all in. That lovely hair draped down his shoulders. His muscular back. The music from my awesome system long since abandoned, the squealing slut making her 'fuck me' noises coming over the TV's speakers. My new buddy engrossed in it all. I loved it. I wanted to drop my jeans, take out my dick, and work it right there. Just jack out a hot load, preferably while TJ did the same thing with his nice little dick. I decided not to say anything. I didn't fake a cough. I just walked right in. I pulled out a chair beside the round bistro table in the spa right behind TJ. He quickly turned around, smiling. I sat down. I watched for a few minutes. He forgot I was even there, or at least it looked that way. I have no idea why, but I started undressing. I was so nervous, I'd lost my erection. I walked over to the hot tub, completely nude. One foot in. TJ didn't voice any objection, didn't even move. Both feet in. I sat, letting the warmth and bubbles wash away the exhaustion from shoveling all that snow. It felt incredible. TJ slid a little closer. He decided to sit on the seat below the waterline, next to me, instead of on the edge of the tub. During that maneuver, he lost his balance just a little, and reached his hand out to my leg to steady himself. "Oh, sorry Joe". Wow! He had the presence of mind to remember my name. *At this point, even I would have had to think a bit to recall it*. "Don't be sorry buddy, I kinda liked it", I smiled at him. He smiled back at me. "So, you like this show?" I asked. "Yeah". I put my left arm over his shoulder. Smooth, warm, delightful. That long hair caressed my arm while I massaged his shoulder and pulled him a little closer. With that, the porn guy pulled his cock out of that pussy, started moaning, stroking himself, and shot a tremendous load of cum all over the 'actress'. Damn, it was hot. Close up and in awesome HD. I have to remember to watch this part with my wife next time we come out here to play. But, in the mean time... "What's that stuff, he didn't just pee on that girl, did he?" asked TJ. "No pal, that's called semen, and when a man get really excited, it shoots out just like that. It feels really good when that happens. And of course, that stuff contains sperm, so if he does it inside the woman, they can create a baby that way". "Cool". "Yeah". Silence. "Joe, I've played with mine sometimes, but nothing like that comes out, just a little water". "That's normal. When you get a little older, yours will look like that guy's, all white like that". "Oh". More silence. Then... "Yours makes that white stuff like that guy, right". "Yup". He was thinking. So was I. And whatever he says next, I'm saying "yes". WHATEVER he says. "Can I see?". *Is the Earth round*? I grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. Through the windows, I glanced around the yard, even though it was unnecessary. Nobody was around, and nobody would be for several days. Still, I needed to do that, just to calm my nerves. Now it was my turn to sit on the hot tub's edge. With TJ watching intently, I put my right hand on my cock. I looked him in the eyes. *He's so beautiful*! I put my left hand on his shoulder, letting him know everything was okay. I smiled at him as I started to stroke my dick back to life. Everything was great, but the water from the hot tub was a lousy lube, and it was washing away all the precum that was starting to leak from my dick. "I need just a second, TJ". "Okay". I got out of the hot tub, walked over to the little table we have in the spa, and opened up the drawer in which, way in the back, I'd stashed some lube. I got back in the tub, showing my little friend the bottle. "Dude, this stuff makes it so much better"! "Really?" "Yup, makes it feel so much nicer". "Awesome, can I try?" "Sure buddy, you just have to put a little in your hand and then feel the magic!" TJ took the bottle, opened it, and poured a little into his hand. *Now, THIS is gonna be hot*. "Aren't you gonna want to..." but I stopped mid sentence. I was about to tell him it would all work better if he slid his soaking wet undies down before he tried to stroke himself, but it turned out he had something else in mind. With his hand full of lube - *a whole lot more than my cheap ass would have poured out, that's for damn sure* - he enveloped my hard cock and smiled at me as he slowly, magnificently started to massage it. Not satisfied with only having one hand on my dick, he started to pump it with both beautiful, sexy little hands. After only about a minute or two of this delightful treatment, I felt that nice, familiar stirring in my balls. "TJ, let's stop for a little while, OK? I don't want to shoot that stuff yet, I'm having too much fun". "Okay, why, does something bad happen when it shoots out?" "No, not at all buddy. But after you shoot, you can't do it for a while. I'm having so much fun with you, I don't want it to end so quickly". "Cool, thanks". Now, TJ, let me ask you something, Okay"? "Sure". "Well, I want you to understand, I've never asked any guy this, and I probably never will again, okay"? "Sure, what is it"? I smiled at him, put my hand back on his shoulder. Winked at him. "Do you think you'd have fun putting your penis in my mouth, you little cutie pie"? "Oh, awesome! Can I?" "Please do". He stood on the hot tub's seat, and pulled those soaking wet little briefs down. There wasn't a hair in sight. Wow! And right in front of me, his beautiful cut cocklet went from about half hard to stiff and pulsing. I looked in his eyes. He smiled and looked right back at me. I put a hand on each shoulder, moved them behind that sexy long hair, and slid them down his back until each hand had a beautiful, sexy little globe of boyass of its own, and I guided his adorable yummystik right into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around that shaft was incredible, and with my tongue I traced the contours of that delightful little cock head. Occasionally I slid him out my mouth just long enough to lick and suck his hairless boynuts; how incredible they were! I stopped long enough to ask him, "Would you be more comfortable sitting down"? He shrugged and said, "Sure". So we changed positions again, now TJ was sitting on the edge of the tub, and I stood in the water, sort of kneeling on the seat in the tub. In this position, lovely little TJ had taken on the shape of the letter "m", and his hot little cock and yummy ballsack were just sticking out of the water. When I got back to work on blowing my little stud, I pulled his legs closer to my face. He got the idea right away, and held them tight against my cheeks as I sucked his boycock. Those beautiful thighs were like velvet, caressing my face with every perverted up and down stroke my mouth made on his sexy littleboydick. As an added bonus, I got the occasional glimpse between his ass cheeks at that hot little pussy he was hiding in there. As much as I wanted to finger it for him, this wasn't the day for that. Maybe next snow storm, but not today. I worked my mouth over that little cocklet for a good five minutes, when TJ announced, "Oooh, I can feel it, I think it's gonna make that watery stuff". Not wanting to miss a drop, and not feeling like this was a good time to have my mouth anywhere but on that cocklet, I kept my response brief and to the point. "Go for it, you little stud. Do it right in my mouth". TJ seemed happy to oblige. With my hands caressing his soft, smooth chest, nipples, and gorgeous, taut belly, TJ breathed in urgently, then let out a brief, soft moan, and I felt that cocklet twitch as he pumped a nice drop or two of his boylovejuice onto my waiting tongue. TJ's littleboyload reminded me of the "heavy syrup" in a can of fruit cocktail: sweet, almost perfectly clear, gooey, and delicious. We both had to catch our breath a little after that. TO THE READER: You may remember in the introduction to this story that I mentioned having a nice pic up on another screen, some lube handy, and some tissues or paper towels nearby. This would be the time to put all that to use, my friend. TJ certainly had just had some fun, and I was thrilled to be a part of it. And now, I needed to cum. Desperately. As I stood up in front of him, TJ noticed a long, stringy strand of precum dangling precariously from the slit at the head of my cock. "What's that, Joe"? "That, TJ, is a natural lubricant that our bodies make when we are really, really excited to be with somebody, like I am to be with you. It means I am having a lot of fun with you, and it helps make whatever we do feel really, really good, just like that lube we used before I sucked you". "Cool, can we make that white stuff shoot out of it now"? "We sure can, in fact, I'd love it if you would do that for me now. I am totally ready this time". I sat back down on the edge. TJ squatted down in the water, with his elbows also on the hot tub's edge. He grabbed the bottle of lube again, and this time poured way more than was necessary directly onto my cock. *Fuck it kiddo, use the whole damn bottle for all I care*. Looking me in the eye, and grinning like I'd never seen a boy grin before, he began to stroke me. Up and down went those sexy little muscular hands. I was far enough out of the tub that the water couldn't wash the lube from his fingers, so I asked him to use one hand on my balls, which he seemed happy to do. My hot little snow shoveling machine was now putting his talents to use for me once again, spoiling me with his strength and abilities. Those blue eyes. That beautiful face. That yummy chest. That sexy, long, blond hair! His now flaccid, bald, cut littleboycock dancing sexily in and out of the water. Up and down he pumped my cock with one lubed hand, softly and gently he fondled my nuts with the other. From this angle it looked like his mouth might slip over the head of my cock any second, that long hair framing both my perverted dick and his lovely face. I would truly have lost it then. "When's that white stuff shoot out"? asked TJ. "Keep doing it just like that, and you'll have quite a show any second TJ." "Really Joe, so this feel good"? "Oh, TJ, it feels incredible, please keep doing it." "Okay, it's fun". I couldn't believe I'd managed to last this long, and knew I wouldn't much longer. With TJ's little right hand ever so gently playing with my balls, he moved his left hand up the underside of my shaft, looked in my eyes, lingered on the head of my cock, then back down his hand went over the top of my shaft. Repeating this process in the most teasing, tantalizing, lascivious manner imaginable, my little stud brought me to the brink. When I moaned, he circled his hand slowly but deliberately around my cockhead several times, and that was it. I was ready to nut all over my sexy little slut. Toes tingling, spine shivering, what was without question one of the best orgasms I've ever experienced propelled one jet after another of my semen into the air, right at his face. And the whole time, he just kept on pumping my newly boyloving cock. Even with my cum landing on and oozing down his beautiful long hair, that sexy little boy pumped my dick relentlessly until I was spent. Finally, the semen stopped spurting. "That was so cool!" TJ announced. Out of breath, I managed to gasp, "Sure was". I smiled at him and motioned for him to dunk his head under the water in order to remove my cum from it. Then, he sat next to me. We spent several minutes just collecting ourselves. I turned the TV back on, but this time with the DVD player off. The noon broadcast of the local news was telling us all about the snow. A good thing, or else I'd have had no idea about the snow storm TJ and I had just spent the morning shoveling up after. Eventually, we emerged from the hot tub. *Boy, this kid REALLY got to enjoy the hot tub*, I thought to myself. And I sure as fuck did, too. I paid TJ $125 for his awesome job with the shoveling, and I told him that the next time it snows, he's automatically invited to come shovel, no need to call or ask first. He got dressed and walked out my front door, all smiles. Just as, from the spa, I could hear the T.V. weather bozo announce the seven day forecast. Not much of interest for me, really, except on Friday, when we can again expect heavy snow. THE END I hope you enjoyed this completely fictional story. Here's my other Nifty story: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/theres-a-hole-in-the-fence If you liked SNOW, would you please send me an email and let me know what you liked about it, as well as what needs improvement? Any thoughts you can share with me will be appreciated, especially any comments about how you used this story, hopefully to stroke yourself to a nice hot nut! Emails are welcome... the hotter, the better! crazyweather@protonmail.com