Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 00:24:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Jesse Williams <jesserules_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: Savior in the Snow

	Growing up in the Midwest is no fun for a gay teenager. Not only
did I grow up in the Midwest though, but I went to college there too. Since
I was 10, I lived in a wealthy suburb of Grand Rapids, Michigan called East
Grand Rapids. You know... tree lined streets, large mansions, and a
town-square with cobblestone streets and gaslights... yeah that's East
Grand Rapids. I loved growing up there! I went to a private school in
Holland, and made some excellent friends. My closest friends lived there in
Holland, Macatawa, or Grand Haven, which is about a 45 minute drive away,
which sucked when I wanted to hang out with them. But we've had a beach
house in Macatawa, right on Lake Michigan since I was 12. I spend most of
my weekends and the whole summer there.

	Before I go on, let me tell you a little more about myself. I'm 19
now, but I was 18 when this story took place. I haven't changed much since
the story took place, but now I am about 5'10, 145 lbs with dark skin,
short and straight black hair and cute dark brown eyes. If you are
wondering, I am half black and half white. Most people think I'm from the
pacific though, since I don't look either. I've played tennis since I was
little and ran track my first two years in high school. So, I keep in good
shape, even though I'm not as well defined as I would like. More time
lifting weights will do that though. I get told I'm pretty cute, and I know
I am. I don't have an ego or anything, because guys never tell me I'm cute
(no gay guys you know) I modeled a little bit in high school too. That was
fun. Any ways, on to my story.

	When I turned 16 and got my first car, I spent every free second in
Holland with my friends. Because of the school I went to, all of my friends
lived far away in Holland. It was great fun spending the night at the beach
house, when I was fortunate enough to convince my parents to let me do so,
having friends over and just having a good old time. We weren't bad kids
who did pot or drank or anything. We had good "clean" fun I guess you could
say. We watched movies and played card games... Nerdy stuff like that. Most
of my friends were girls any ways.

	When high school was over I knew it was going to be hard to part
with all of my friends, even though I pretended to be glad to move away. I
wasn't moving far though. I was going to a school very close to Chicago and
I thought it would be so much fun. I though "I'm going to be able to get
out of sheltered west Michigan and find a boyfriend!" Boy... Was a wrong!
Going to school in the Midwest, no matter where it was, was the worst idea
for three reasons. 1. No matter where you are in the Midwest, its still
freezing cold. 2. I will still be close to my parents and 3. No gay
guys... Or so I thought.

	My whole first semester of college I didn't find one gay guy. It
was miserable. The few times I did get to come back up home to my God awful
parents were miserable too, besides when I was able to reconvene with my
friends at our beach houses. For my first semester, I even went to Seattle
to visit my good friend De-Ann who was going to school out there. It also
really sucked, because my school did not allow freshman to have cars, no
matter how much money you bribed them with, so I was stuck on campus with
no guys, no car, and I wasn't as close to downtown Chicago as I thought.

	Christmas finally rolled around and I was able to go back home. It
was surprisingly warm the first few days I was back up in Michigan, which
is really weird since Michigan is usually below freezing and under at least
a foot of snow from November to late March. So there was no snow, and I
didn't have to wear a jacket during the day if I didn't want. That gave me
the freedom to drive my Ferrari whenever I wanted. That, my dog Gigi and my
best friends De-Ann, April and Liz were the things I missed most. So, I
spent most of the first week back home before Christmas spending time with
them at the beach house driving my Ferrari around. The bad thing was, so I
thought, that I didn't have another car there at the beach house (AKA my
Range Rover, Volvo, or anything else with more traction than wax
paper). The weekend before Christmas, there was a big storm that came
through and totally blanketed the area with a foot of snow! I was so
devastated.

	It was a Friday night I remember. I was at April's house on South
Shore Drive watching Sound of Music with Liz. We were having so much fun
until we looked outside and saw NOTHING! There was a total white out! The
wind was blowing the snow so hard we couldn't see a thing. Luckily, Liz has
a Lexus SUV and was able to go home easily. But, we were at April's dad's
house where she had a Mercedes Roadster and her Land Rover was at her mom's
house. Liz offered me a ride down the road to my beach house but I decided
to just spend the night at April's. Besides, it was her dad's house and her
dad went along with ANYTHING. So, April and I stayed up watching Mars
Attacks and eating popcorn before we cuddled up in her bed and talked about
boys before falling asleep.

	We woke up late Saturday morning and saw NOTHING but snow. The lake
wasn't frozen over, but it looked frigid and devishly cold, and South Shore
Drive wasn't even deiced. After we freshened up I remember we went to
downtown Holland in her dad's BMW SUV to one of the exquisite boutique
restaurants and had lunch before doing a little shopping. In one of the
shoppes, I saw this REALLY cute guy. He must have been about 22 and he was
about 6 feet tall and fit and had light skin and dark hair. He was wearing
the most awesome outfit. Prada shoes, with a nice pair of designer jeans
and this REALLY cute Armani (I think) cashmere zip-sweater with leather
accents. GOSH!! He was so hot. We made eye contact a couple of times, and
we even smiled at each other once. I could SO tell he was gay. Straight
guys just DON'T dress like that in Holland. Well any ways, he left and got
into his Range Rover and drove away.

	We got back to April's house around two in the afternoon and the
sun had been out and melted a lot of the snow off from South Shore's
winding roads. So, I thought it would be safe enough to drive back to the
beach house in my Ferrari. Not only did my 348 have a foot of snow on it,
but the tires would NOT move. I was making a ruckus with the loud engine of
the Ferrari so we decided to but salt all around the car to melt the snow
first (For some reason salt seems to melt snow). Finally, I was able to get
out of the driveway and started down South Shore. It was good until I got
closer to Lake Michigan, which is farther out from the city. I was about a
mile or two from April's house when I could only do 10 MPH because the ice
kept the tires from going any faster; unless I wanted to do a 360 and hit a
tree. So I pulled off to the side and was about to call April to tell her
to pick me up when a black Range Rover pulled up behind me. I immediately
thought "That looks like that cute guy's car" but really didn't care
because at least I was getting saved!.

	When the guy got out it was totally the same guy from the store. I
was like "YES!!"

"Not too good of a winter car, eh?" The cute guy said to me when I got out
of my cute, red 348.

"No... Not really. I was trying to get back to Macatawa." I said, trying
not to stutter because I was so in AWE of his cuteness!

"Hey!! I live there. I will happily give you a lift and we can pick up your
Ferrari if the snow melts anymore."

"REALLY??! Awesome! This is SO nice of you... OH! My name is Jess by the
way." I took off my warm cashmere glove and held out my had for him to
shake.

"I'm Andy... Nice to meet you, Jess... Let's get going!"

So, we get into his Range Rover and we started talking about where we
live. He actually lived in a different part of my neighborhood (Scenic
Shores) in one of the cute cottages.

"I actually live in Lincoln Park near Chicago but come up here whenever I
have time for myself."  "Wow! I go to school near Chicago. 30 miles north
in fact." I said to him, exhilarated that we lived so close to each other.

It took us not even 5 minutes to get to my house.

"I really should invite you in for tea or coffee or SOMETHING. You were so
nice to save me back there."

"No no no, I really couldn't. I wouldn't want to barge in like that with
your family here and all."

"OH no no! I'm here alone. My family is back in East Grand Rapids. It would
be NO problem." I assured him with my bright smile. I've always been told I
have an awesome smile. Cute and big, with bright white teeth.

"OK... Why not." Andy smiled back.

"We walked up to the commanding, all glass entrance of the beach house. My
parents built the house primarily out of redwood, but there are A LOT of
windows, mostly 30 feet tall, encompassing most of the house. You get the
best lake views that way.

"Nice house you have here... Much different than my cute little cottage
down the street" he said

"Thanks... I like it too" I replied, again smiling big, hoping I would
catch his attention, sexually at least.

We walked in and I put a pot of coffee on the stove. Andy was over in the
living room looking out towards the sandy bluffs and Lake Michigan.  "You
like the view?" I asked

"Yes... I must say mine is better though... I'm closer to the lighthouse."
He smiled at me, clearly trying to start some type of competition on who's
beach house was better.

"Well... If you say so... But mine IS bigger." I winked at him

"And bigger is ALWAYS better??" He asked

"Most of the time... YES!" I said, hoping he had a double motive for his
last statement!!

The coffee was soon ready and I put milk and sugar in both mugs. I gave him
my favorite mug, the one I got from the Grand Rapids Yacht Club near
home. We drank coffee and stayed nearly silent the whole time as we were
sitting on a couch in the living room, again looking out to the lake. After
a couple moments of silence, Andy broke the silence.

"So..." He said putting his mug down. "What were your true motives for
inviting me in??"

"Wha...what??" I said, confused, and afraid that he had found out that I
totally wanted him.

"You know... I saw you at the store today. You were staring me down the
whole time!!"

"OH... That was you??!!" I said, clearly sounding playing dumb because I
choked on my coffee when he said that! He laughed at me and grabbed my mug
and placed it on the table.

"You are so cute Jess... Let's stop playing around and get to it!!"

	He grabbed the back of my neck gently and pulled me in for a nice
kiss. We made out on the couch for what seemed like forever, feeling each
other's bodies. Andy had well defined pecs and nice arms muscles, as well
as nice firm legs, clearly from a good jogging routine he must have
had. Eventually, he had me laying on my back and he was on top of me. We
were still kissing wildly, but now we were grinding our very hard dicks
into our legs. I was rubbing his ass while we were doing this and it was so
amazing to feel every muscle under those cute jeans. He started kissing my
neck and close to my ears and even started giving me a hickey. It was so
nice!! Especially since I hadn't done anything with a guy for over 7
months. And he was so cute, which made it SO much better.

"Hey Jess," Andy said to me after almost giving me a hickey on my neck
"Let's go up to your room. I think a bed would be MUCH more comfortable."

I agreed and we went up to my room. I have a nice queen sized bed that
looks straight out to the balcony and Lake Michigan. I also have a gas
fireplace in there. Andy and I went up the stairs holding hands. I flipped
the switch for the fireplace to make it a little more "romantic" and
started de-clothing.

"No no no" Andy stopped me "I want to do that"

He started taking off my wool sweater first. It came up and over my head
along with my T-shirt. He left his zip sweater on the couch down stairs and
just had on a stretch T-shirt. I took that off as well. His pecs were so
much better without the shirt. Trust me!! He was no heavy weight or
anything, but they were well defined, hairless, and just so delicious
looking. I started to lick his half dollar coin sized nipples one by one as
we were sitting on my bed. As I was doing this, he started rubbing my very
hard 8 inch pecker under my jeans. After a while I stopped licking his
nipples and we laid on the bed and started making out. By now, we were both
rubbing each other's dicks through our jeans and I could tell that we both
needed to be naked and we needed to shoot our loads.

	I started unzipping his jeans and he got the hint and did the same
to mine. We stood up and we got our jeans off. He was wearing these really
cute and tight silk boxers and I could see his 7 incher clearly defined
through them. I quickly tore off my boxer briefs and he did the same with
his silk boxers. As soon as our dicks popped out we jumped in bed under the
covers and started making out again, this time grabbing the other's dick
and gently rubbing it as our tongues explored each other's mouths. It was
so nice to taste his sweet saliva and feel his smooth tongue exploring my
mouth.

	After a short while I went down on him. I took his cute 7 inch cut
cock in my mouth and started twirling my tongue around its defined
tip. GOSH! It was so nice to be able to do that again. I so missed having a
dick in my mouth. It wasn't too thick nor too long. Just right inside my
hungry mouth and in between my lips. He started rocking his hips and
fucking my face lightly. Just enough to get me aroused even more. My other
hand which was lying idle, started going between his legs and I started
messaging his big hairless balls. They were a very good size. I love big
balls. They were about the size of an orange. This was just right for him I
guess because he started moaning and bucking his hips a little faster. He
was moaning faster and faster and I guess he was about to cum so he told me
to stop.

"Its OK, its OK." He said to me when I looked at him confused, "I just want
to cum together buddy." I went up and kissed him some and then we were
facing each other on the bed. We grabbed the other's dick and we started
jacking each other off while kissing. We weren't kissing as passionately
anymore as we were putting all of our attention to our dicks. In about 30
seconds, Andy started spurting cum all over. It was so much. When I felt
his warm juice on my stomach and his cute face squinch in maximum pleasure,
that was too much for me. I let out a groan and started to bust a nut. My
cum spurted out and my dick was spasming like there was no tomorrow. Cum
hit both of our chins and was all over our stomachs, chests, and arms.

After we let loose our man juices, we laid under the covers and kissed for
a while before cuddling close to each other and falling asleep.

	Andy and I got to know each other pretty well during my Christmas
break. To make an even LONGER story shorter, Andy and I have been dating
since that New Years. My aunt, who lives in the same town as my college,
let me leave my Volvo at her house the last part of freshman year, so I
went to Andy's high rise condo in Chicago and we spent all of our time
together shopping, going to operas and plays, and just being in each
other's presence and we still do. He was exactly what I was looking for and
what I needed. And I was exactly what he needed as well. We plan to spend
the rest of our lives together, and all because he decided to be my savior
in the snow!

Tell me what you think about the story! jesserules_98@yahoo.com