Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2008 10:34:01 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Snow Bunny, Beach Bunny

			  SNOW BUNNY, BEACH BUNNY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Jake, it's a blizzard out there now! An actual blizzard, just like in the
movies!" I nattered nervously, peering out through the windshield of Jake's
4x4 pickup. He had four on the floor, extra-wide tires designed to grip
snow like they had snowchains on, everything you'd need to go up in the
mountains in January to try to get in some skiing. Me, I was a beach bunny
being transplanted by dint of my relationship with Jake, I had never even
seen snow before, much less experienced it when it was coming down hard and
fast like this, and yeah, I was beginning to lose my sense of adventure in
a hurry. Jake was a snow bunny (yeah, I know "bunnies" are girls, but the
appellations fit us both well enough, if you define "bunny" as a person
whose prime avocation in life outside of their job is either the beach or
the mountains. One of each of us in Jake's pickup, Jake was prime
blond-haired, sleek, muscular Nordic male, a true snow-bunny who lived for
the thrill of racing downhill on a couple of skinny sticks. To be fair, he
had the same horror at me shooting the curls of a bodacious wave. But it
was January and we were on his turf now, and I was out of place and feeling
it. "We ought to turn back, it's coming down too hard!"

"We'll make it to the cabin before it sets in." Jake assured me. "It's just
another couple of miles down the road."

"But we'll be snowbound!" I nearly shrieked. Beach bunnies like me are not
snow bunnies like Jake; I was out of my element. "We'll lose our way in
this blizzard and be lost, we'll be like those guys they only find the
bones of come spring!"

"We're on the main highway, Phil." Jake said patiently. "And look, up
ahead, they're clearing the road for us."

It was true, there was this truck spraying something on the road. Whether
it was just compressed air or some kind of salt or something, I don't
know. I couldn't see it was doing any good, though I admit the road itself
was mostly free of snow even now. "Are we going much further?"

"No, the turn-off is just up ahead." Jake informed me.

"Turn-off?" I whimpered. For we were leaving the main road and turning into
a road that looked like it hadn't been dug out at all! Jake's truck bucked
as it climbed up on the snow which had piled up on the road, and then we
were plowing rather than driving, his front grille had a set of big bars
across it as a grille for the grille, if you know what I mean, and that was
helping us knock the snow aside. Our speed slowed to about five miles an
hour, but Jake was unfazed, and I tried to do the same (if you don't count
the way I was gnawing my knuckles quietly as I pretended to look out the
passenger window). We drove like this over two miles, I think, and then
Jake said, "Here we are." and he pulled up to a patch of the snow that
looked to me like every other patch of road.

"We're here?" I asked, panicked. "Where's here?"

"Over there." Jake pointed. I looked and saw a lump in the snow. Okay, it
was the cabin, but it had as much snow on top of it as it had around
it. There were the sides visible, the windows were covered up to their
middles, and we'd have to dig our way into the door. I pointed that out to
Jake, who only nodded and grunted, and pulled the shovel out of his
supplies. "I'll dig us out while you unpack the truck." he said.

The blizzard was still going strong, and I gave up talking while we got
unloaded. Jake did a jig job on the digging a ramp down to the doorway, and
I was more than glad to lug a heavy set of bags through that door so I
could get inside. When Jake came in with the gear off the top, he looked at
me and I just shook my head, the rest of that stuff could wait as far as I
was concerned!

He grinned and waded back out into it. No doubt about it, my new lover was
100% crazy, going out in this snowstorm! He could freeze to death out
there!

Dark in here, I looked around for a light switch, found it near the door
(well, duh!), and went over and flicked it.

Nothing happened. I flicked it again and then again. Okay, don't panic,
Phil, I told myself, it just means the lightbulb is burned out. Open the
refrigerator and see the light come on.

I did, and the fridge was dark. Stuff in there, like some butter and
ketchup and mayonnaise, enough to make me sure that the fridge had been
operating until recently.

Jake came in and I said, "The power's out."

"Have you checked the main fuse box?" Jake asked.

"Uh...I was going to." I said.

Jake just grinned, he knew I was lying through my teeth. "You do that and
I'll build us a fire. It's getting cold in here."

I knew this place had central heating (it was part of the pitch Jake had
used to get me up here), so I shivered even though the place wasn't that
cold (more evidence the power had been on until a short time ago) and
looked for the fuse box. I found it in the closet near the front door, and
I optimistically threw the main switch off and on again. Nothing. I went
through every one of the six breakers in there, and nothing did a damned
thing. I went over and turned the light switch to the other direction and
then tried it all over again. Nothing.

"The power is definitely out." I said.

"It must be the blizzard." Jake said. "Phone's over there, try the speed
dial for the manager, he ought to know what's going on." This cabin was one
of several in the area, yeah, the manager would know what to do.

So I called. "Ye-up." he said. "Power's out all over the mountain. They'll
fix it soon as the storm blows over. Ought to be clear by morning."

"Morning?" I shrieked. "What are we going to do until morning in the dark?
We'll freeze to death!"

"There's plenty of firewood." the manager said. And so did Jake. "Just
build up a big fire and have some wood you can put on during the night."
the manager went on.

"I'll get some more wood in so we can stay warm all night." Jake and this
manager were on the same wavelength. Must be a deformity the snowboarding
crowd develops after a while.

As for beach-bunny me, I showed my confidence in my our abilities. "We're
going to die up here!" I wailed.

Jake just laughed. Damn him!

I was helpless for the rest of it, other than a bit of unpacking. The fire
did warm things up, and there were candles to keep it from being pitch dark
(the fire helped a lot on that). Jake and I used a couple of metal rods to
roast wieners and put them on hot dog buns. We had just eaten the only food
in the house we had that could roast like that. Try doing that with a can
of beef stew or chili! But it was nice enough. Jake broke out the bottle of
wine and that warmed me in another way, especially after the second
glass. Sitting on the bearskin rug while drinking wine with a roaring fire
the only light in the room was as romantic a time as you can get this side
of a movie screen.

"I just looked outside." Jake said when I came back from the
bathroom. "It's still coming down. Maybe this isn't going to be such a
great weekend to ski after all."

"I thought the more snow, the better." I threw some enthusiastic words he'd
given me to get me to come along on this trip.

"Well, usually it is." Jake muttered. "But when the drifts get too deep,
you don't dare ski. You'll find a small tree or a rock the hard way."

"So we don't even get to ski while we're up here?" I said. Hey, this
blizzard had some pluses to it after all! "Gee, and I was all ready to
spend my time falling on my ass while trying to learn to ski this weekend,
too."

"Asshole." Jake said, but he said it softly and with a smile.

"I was going to decorate my leg cast with flowers." I went on. "All
psychedelic type flowers."

"You wouldn't let me sign your cast?" Jake asked me.

"Of course." I said sincerely. "That be the centerpiece." I said. "The
flowers were intended to accent it, and keep anyone else from putting their
names too close to yours."

"Really?" Jake asked and I nodded. He seemed dazzled by that. "Damn, and I
thought you were hating everything about this whole trip."

"It had one redeeming feature." I grinned at Jake, my handsome,
blond-haired lover, all ruddy in the firelight. "It had you alone with me
all weekend. That's worth going through a few tumbles in the snow for."

"I love you." Jake said.

"And those three words are worth a broken leg or two." I grinned even
wider, as Jake sidled over to sit next to me. "Maybe even three."

"How do you break three legs?" Jake wanted to know.

"I don't know." I said. "But you'd be worth it if I did."

Jake put his arms around me and drew me to him. "You do say the sweetest
things, Phil."

That kiss he laid on me took a while. When he let go, I said, "And if I can
get it without broken legs, that's even better."

"It damned sure is." Jake agreed. He kissed me again and I was glad the
bearskin rug was there, we didn't have to do anything but lie down on it to
get busy.

Our hand wandered over each other, I got tired of the wooly sweater Jake
had on (so did I) and managed to get my hand under it, and felt the warm
expanse of smooth young skin under it. We were both in our early 20's and
in love, you can't get a better feeling than athletic 27-year-old
snow-dude's skin all soft and warm under a sweater in a ski cabin. It was
like stroking a silk tiger.

Jake was kissing on my neck, I'd probably discover a hickey or two if I
looked in the mirror tomorrow. For now, I didn't care. Sweaters do a great
job of hiding hickeys. I just enjoyed it and got my own hand to untie the
string and reach in and stroke the warm, blood-filled dong surging
inside. Jake just grumbled like he did in such times, it's kind of like the
sound of an auto engine running and kind of like the rumbling of a volcano,
only those things aren't alive and brimming with possibilities. When Jake
did it, it meant he was just this side of turning into a human sex
animal. And I was ready to pull my usual bit of mischievous-elf distraction
on him. Keep my man guessing, that was my plan for a long and happy sex
life.

So I said, "You about ready to get to the main event?" after this had gone
on long enough.

"I guess so." Jake rumbled.

"Well, in that case," I said as I turned away from him and started to get
to my feet, "I'd better go into the bathroom and get changed into my
pajamas."

Jake grabbed me from behind like I knew he would. "You aren't going
anywhere!" He said, "You and me are camping down here tonight, you know."

We were both kneeling now, and I felt his hand work its way into my
pants. I reached back with my own hand and held Jake by his neck, as he
again began to nuzzle at my neck.

I felt Jake's hard rod sizzle against my bare thigh and his other hand was
making my own pud feel wanted and alive. God, these were the times I lived
for, times I wished could go on forever. It had dragged me on a skiing
trip, and it could have dragged me into the depths of the African jungle
just as easily. Wherever this man went, I was tagging along! Just so these
moments could keep on coming my way!

"We really ought to get some sleep, don't you think?" I said to Jake. "You
know, so we can start out tomorrow, and blaze a trail down the mountainside
toward civilization?"

"Fuck it." Jake said. "They can come dig us out. We'll keep each other warm
until they get here by fucking."

"Sounds good to me." I said. And Jake almost threw me back down onto the
floor. I was mostly on the hardwood floor and only a bit of the bearskin
rug, and I hastily worked myself back onto it while Jake manhandled my
clothes off of me. When I was a properly skinned sacrificial victim for
him, he tugged the sweater off and pushed his pants down to his knees, and
climbed into my arms again, and that prick of his slapped a big, wet loogy
of spooge against my balls.

"Uhmph!" I said as he landed on me, "Slow down, tiger, we got all night."

Jake was grumbling again, now the sound was all man-animal, no machine
could sound this horny and aroused and on the verge of frustrated. His
kisses were ardent but they were also insistent, he needed me worked up and
ready to take him and in a hurry, damn it! When you have a handsome stud
working you over like that, you can usually accommodate this sort of
request easily, and I got my legs up and wrapped them around his waist.

"Come on, stud, get it in me." I breathed. Jake was so sloppy with precome
he could have managed with that alone, but my words galvanized him into
pulling out the tube of lubricant he had with him and squirting it on (a
bit hastily) and then returning to my embrace while his own hand reached
down to guide this turgid submarine on its voyage to the bottom of my butt.

Chuckling to myself at this conceit, I ended it with a gasp when he made
contact and the head of his cock was knocking at my door. "Ooh, ooh, easy,
baby, easy." I groaned, because Jake's pud was closer to the size of a
submarine than most people's. The sheer size of it can be a real pain in
the ass (literally) at times, but with Jake in high rut, I didn't do
anything but grunt, moan a bit, and keep trying to take him on in. He lost
some of his finesse as he got to pushing the last of the glans inside, but
my sphincter made a pop and it was inside. With that victory, a semblance
of sanity returned to my lover's cranium, and Jake shook himself, looked
down at me, and tried to insert a bit of gentleness to the proceeding.

"How's that?" He asked me after a moment.

"Going good, push it on in." I said to him. And he did, but slowly, and I
just moaned as the full feeling washed over me. God, it was so fucking
great having Jake fuck me, all this powerful stud and he is controlling it
to let the possession be as smooth as possible. If I needed an hour like
this, Jake would have given it to me, though he would've had blue balls the
next day to deal with (I'd heard from an old flame of his who couldn't take
it, not that I'd put him through that before myself).

So the slow procession into my anus went on, and I felt inch after glorious
inch slide into my rectum, all the wonderful sensations washing upon me as
I gave myself to him, all the way, until the final lurch from his loins and
I was now fully impaled upon him.

"Mmmmm!" I hummed as I felt the full length of Jake's pud inside me. "Now
you got it all in, why don't you wiggle it a little and see what that
does?"

As if Jake didn't know full well what it would do. My man can wiggle his
hips and give a man's ass more pleasure than most men can manage from a
full-on, frantic butt-pounding.

So Jake did his wiggle and I felt the huge girth of his rod wash against my
insides all around, and that emphasized again how totally I belonged to him
now, he had me firmly upon his prod, and at times I fantasized about him
standing up like that, and moving, dragging me along with him as he moved,
pinioned by his prong in my ass, for it felt that firmly ensconced within
me.

And Jake began to move his hips now in a slow, serpentine-like, sinuous
motion that was almost the way an exotic dancer would move their hips on
the dance floor, and I had a sudden vision of my Jake in a harem outfit
dancing a belly-dance for me, and there was nothing feminine about it, it
was the raw raunchiness of male beast whose breast was thumping loud enough
for me to hear, for Jake gives all of himself to everything he does,
whether in sport or in sex, he drove his body to the limits and every
muscle was moving in strictly guided motions, and their goal this time
wasn't the perfect downhill run nor the ideal slalom, but instead, to make
me feel every erg of pleasure his dong could generate.

And he did, and I caught hold tightly of Jake with my legs and my arms, and
I began to thrust myself along with him, Jake felt me do this and the
velvet gloves of his lust came off and now the beast was allowed to run
rampant across my body, he growled and his hips turned into a monster of
sexual energy, he was humping and ramming my butt, the huge cock was
throbbing inside of me, and I felt it, I felt Jake's desire and his energy,
I felt the huge outflow of primordial power surge out of him and into me,
and I converted that power into my delight, and as I did, I felt my body
swell towards climax.

"Oh, oh, oh God, Jake, oh!" I groaned. "Yeah, fuck me, stud, fuck me
harder, oh, oh God, oh!"

Jake was past words, he had slid into his animal core and what came out of
him was a roaring rumble a bull gorilla would be proud of, he thundered out
his conquest of me and I felt my body rip into orgasm and as the stars of
the universe took turns exploding in my brain, I clung to Jake like the
baby chimp clings to its mother as they swing together through the trees,
and Jake was humping me with his cock so damned hard, so hard, it was the
steel that was sparking my body's explosions and I splattered Jake's chest
and stomach with my seed, and I dug my nails into his back, and Jake threw
his head back, bellowed like a bull, and his cock burst out like a
flamethrower, hot spunk gushing out into me and setting my soul ablaze!

"Oh God, Jake, oh God!" I screamed. "God, yes, uh, yah, huh, uh, yeah, uh,
yeah, uh!"

"Ah-hrrrggggghhhggrrr!" Jake sirened down from the height of climax to the
weakened moans of the exhausted Don Juan who had drunk from the delights of
his lover's bosom and now must rest and drown in the sweat of their steamy
sensual sexuality exuded from every pore onto the bedsheets. Or in our
case, on the bearskin rug.

I felt feeble, drained, and sweaty as all hell, and it was all good, every
bit. One half of me was warmed by the fire and that was too hot, the other
side was away from the fire, and it was feeling the chill of the room that
was encroaching. I snuggled my chilled outermost arm underneath Jake's in
order to warm it, and Jake stirred, smiled into my face, and kissed me, not
in desire, but in gratitude.

"You were great." Jake told me, as he praised me after every sexual
session, and I took the compliment as my due.

"You were your usual bestial self." I said, somewhat more original, but
only somewhat, it was my favorite way of describing Jake's lovemaking.

"You know you love it." Jake chided me.

"You know you're right." I agreed amiably.

"You want to try the bed, or camp out down here by the fire?" Jake asked
me, turning practical even as my sperm continued to bind us together in
gooey essence.

"Down here." I said. "At least until the power comes back on."

"That'll probably be morning, or even later." Jake judged, looking at the
windows. They were totally covered with snow now. "We seem to be totally
snowed in."

"Fine with me." I said. "A few days alone with my favorite man isn't the
worst way to spend a weekend."

Jake had a happy thought. "If the snow closes the ski runs all weekend,
they'll give us a 40% discount on our next trip."

"Giving me another chance to break all three of my legs." I teased.

"Or giving you another chance to get snowed in with me all weekend." Jake
agreed.

"Sounds good to me." I said.

They had the runs cleared of extra snow and open by Sunday. I only fell a
couple of times and didn't break anything, though I had a nasty bruise on
one hip when I hit a rock (or something else mid-sized and hard as hell)
under the snow as I fell.

All in all, it was a thoroughly wonderful weekend. Maybe I have a bit of
snow-bunny in my veins after all!

				  THE END
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