Date: Wed, 27 Oct 1999 03:42:50 -0400
From: Bald Hairy Man <bldhrymn@aol.com>
Subject: Snow on the Mountian Part  One

Snow on the Mountain - Part One

By Bald Hairy Man

This is an adult story for adults only.


My client needed me to visit the job site for an emergency, and against my
better judgement I drove two hours across the mountains to meet with him. I
knew a winter storm was coming from the west, but guessed that I would be
back home by the time it arrived.

I had forgotten that the weather in the valley was much cooler that in the
tidewater area and by the time I reached the job moderate snow was
falling. No one was at the site. I called the client, and was told he had
gone home because of the storm.

Winter storms in Virginia are treacherous. Typically there are more
problems with local drivers who don't deal with the snow or sleet than the
snow itself. I dreaded the trip back but got on the interstate and drove
east toward Richmond over the Blue Ridge.

The storm got worse every mile I went, and as I began to climb over Afton
Mountain the situation deteriorated precipitously, with heavy snow, strong
wind and near zero visibility. I reached the summit when troopers closed
the road to the east. They told me that the road was closed behind me too,
so I was stuck.  I turned into one of the motels at the top of the mountain
and got a room, the last room available in the motel.

I called my office and told them what had happened and told them to get
home before the snow hit. Then I went to the restaurant to have an overdue
lunch. I was vile outside. The ten yards between the motel and the
restaurant was an ordeal, and I realized I was stuck for the duration of
the storm.

 I stopped in the lobby and asked the desk clerk about the weather
forecast. He was rude and told me to look at the weather channel in my
bedroom, then he told a man trying to get a room that none were
available. The man was middle aged, bearded and big, not tall not fat. He
was in insulated work clothes and I assumed he did outdoor work.  The desk
clerk was being as rude as he could manage. No there is no room, no you
can't stay in the lobby, maybe the restaurant would let you in.

I was pissed at the desk manager and as the man turned to leave, I said. "I
have an extra bed in my room, if you don't mind sharing."

Under the quilted hood and a hat, with two layers of plaid flannel peaking
out a face looked relieved. He had a white-blond beard, blue eyes and a
relieved expression. "Would you? It would be a lifesaver. That storm is a
killer."

"The bed is empty." I said.

"I have two guys in the truck with me, could they sleep on the floor?" He
asked.

Oh shit, I thought, what have I gotten myself into.  I was going to say no,
but I caught the desk clerk looking at me with a smirk, and I would have
rather been robbed and murdered by a gang of gypsies that give that asshole
satisfaction. "Sure, bring them in, I wouldn't leave a dog out in a storm
like this." I said in a loud voice. "I am in room 207."

"That will be an extra charge!" the desk clerk called, and the bearded man
pulled out a wad of bills and payed it.

He introduced himself as Bill Williams, the construction superintendent of
a job in Staunton, and the two men were his lead carpenters. I told him I
was Max.

I told him was going to the room, and he said he would get his stuff and be
there shortly. About ten minutes later he arrived with his two men in tow,
and some stuff, coolers, and what looked like tool boxes.  I began to worry
about my gypsy murder scenario.  One of the men was about six feet two with
a foot long beard, the other was smaller, thin and had the look of a man
who had made many bad choices in his life, and they all showed.

Bill introduced his men as Skeeter, the guy with the beard, and Jimmy, the
thin guy. "I am sorry but I brought in some of our tools. "The power saws
are new and I figure we may need the chains saws to get out of here. If
they get too cold they won't start." he explained.

Being in a room with three red necks and a chain saw was not what I looked
forward too, but there was no way to avoid it now. I turned on the
television and found the weather channel. There was snow from cental
Virginia to Indiana. It was going to be a long stay.

The room was cool, and Bill suggested that I turn the heat up. "If we loose
electricity it with give us more time to cool off before it gets cold. I
had only my overcoat and suit. When Bill and his men began taking their
clothes off they had enough on for six men, Overalls, vests, quilted
shirts, shirts and long johns.

The men got down to long johns, and hung their clothes up to dry, they
apparently had been working in water. Skeeter's pants were soaked up to his
knees, and his sox were soaked. Bill told him to get in the shower and
spend some time warming up.

Bill looked better and better the more he took off. He was muscular, barrel
chested, and well built. I had expected them men to smell once they got out
of their cocoon of clothes. I guessed that had been steaming inside for
weeks. But I was surprised. The room was filled with the smell of damp
clothes and sweat, but new sweat.  The men were a lot rougher looking than
they were.

As the heat rose, Bill unbuttoned his long johns exposing his chest ,
covered in a thick matt of hair. I took my shirt off and lay down on the
bed. Skeeter emerged from the shower and dried himself off in the room. His
body was hairy , but not as hairy as his beared suggested, he had a long,
uncut and thick cock.  He wasn't shy at all, and I realized that men with
cocks that big didn't mind showing it. Jimmy went into the showered next.

When he emerged the room was really warm, and he and Skeeter sat nude on
the bed watching television while their clothes dried. Bill showered. Jimmy
had a thin coating of reddish blond hair on his chest and a long thin cock,
cut.  When Bill emerged, I almost stared. The muscles and hair were
consistent from head to toe. He had a slight gut, but he was hard work
strong, not health club strong. He had big balls, apricot sized and a short
, thick uncut cock resting on the balls. I suspected that he had a beer can
cock when erect.

It was six o'clock and I suggested that we have dinner. Bill said that heir
clothes weren't dry yet, so I offered to get sandwiches.  That hit the
spot, and when I asked what they wanted, Bill told me to get whatever
looked best, he and his guys weren't picky.

"Can you get some beer too?" Skeeter asked.

 I said. "Sure. That does sound good." I bundled myself up and braved the
storm. At the restaurant I ordered four hamburgers with all the fixings and
four sandwiches.  They said it would take about half and hour so I went to
the lobby. The desk clerk was replaced by another man, older and more in
control. His name tag identified him as Sheraton Hilton. I did a double
take, and he said. "My parents had an odd sense of humor."

I spoke to him about the rude desk clerk. He seemed sympathetic in a not
particularly sincere way but his eyebrows rose when I mentioned the extra
charge for the room and that Bill paid in cash. "What room number is that
again?" he asked.

"207, Max MacAfee is the name." I said. "Is there a problem?"

"Not for you. I think I may have a problem.", he said.

"What is our chance of having electricity through the storm?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact real good. We have a generator and a weeks supply of
fuel. This place is designed for this sort of event." he answered. " The
only problem is hot water. It's electric and the generator is not big
enough to produce any appreciable amount. Take a shower when you can."

"I turned the heat up in case we lost it. No need to worry?" I asked.

"Not at all, but the place is double insulated so the heat may last for a
long while.  Don't turn the heat all the way off, we need heat in the pipes
to keep everything from freezing." he added.

When I got back to the room, the food was welcome, but I had a feeling that
I had perhaps interrupted something. I noticed that Skeeter and Bill's
cocks were half erect, and wondered if I returned too soon. I said I needed
of get some things from my car and went out in the storm again.  I returned
with two cases of beer and two jugs of red wine.

"I got this for an office party tomorrow. I guess that we might as well use
it." I said.

"I have died and gone to heaven!" Skeeter said as he popped open a beer.

My knowledge of construction workers suggested that a case of beer might be
a good ice breaker, and I was right. The burgers were great, real meat not
prefabricated patties, the fries were home made. The beer was cold. The
conversation became animated. I had lost all fear of a chain saw massacre
by that time. The guys were normal, Bill was amiable with a great sense of
humor, Skeeter had a dry, slightly twisted approach to life, Jimmy was
quiet but laughed at all of the jokes.

I set the heat back to 68, but the room was hot and I stripped to my
underwear.  The other men were in portions of their long johns.  Skeeter
and Jimmy were in the tops with no bottoms. The bottoms were drying.  And
Bill had the top unbuttoned to below his navel. I told them about the hot
water problem. After dinner and several beers I took a shower.

The water was hot and the water pressure was great. With the combination of
the hot water and the beer I began to relax after a day of irritation and
stress.  After a while, I turned the water off and opened the curtain and
dried myself off . I looked up and realized Bill was watching me. He was
naked.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked.

"I sure do. Do you like what you see?" He asked.

"Oh yes! I had hoped I wasn't that obvious when I looked at you earlier." I
said, noticing that his cock was enlarging a bit.

"I don't mind obvious. When you are naked it's hard for a guy to hide his
interests." he said. "The boys and I are old friends, we didn't know if you
would mind us playing a bit?"  He was watching my cock rise to half staff.

"Can I join?" I asked. Bill came closer and touched my balls.

"We'd love it. The boys and I have been doing this a long time and are
kinda free and easy. If anything happens that you don't like just say
no."he whispered. "Have you had sex with men before?

"Don't worry, I am not a virgin."I said. He smiled. "I like sex, vanilla,
but lots of vanilla is fine with me." we were both fully erect by this
time.

"That sounds great to me."  Bill said.

"How do we get the ball rolling?" I asked.

"Actually the ball has rolled a bit all ready." Bill said. "All we need to
do is walk in the next room showing hard and nature will take its course."

I looked to the bathroom door and saw Skeeter and Jimmy at full erection.

"Skeeter! Get your sorry ass here and take care of out host!" Bill said
laughing.  Skeeter smiled, came in dropped to his knees and deep throated
my cock.

"Let's get in the bedroom where we have some room to play." Bill said. He
whispered to me, "Face fuck him, that beard is great on the balls."
Skeeter obviously knew Bill's interests because he sat down on the floor
with is head at the foot of the bed, and snagged me as I walked by. Skeeter
was a great cocksucker, and his beard cushioned my balls. They were
floating on a bed of hair.

Bill got on the bed and fed me his cock. It was still enshrouded in his
thick foreskin. What I had thought was a short thick cock had just been his
cock head.  As I sucked the fucker just got bigger and bigger. It was maybe
seven-eight inches long and thick. I was getting really excited and feeling
cum bubbling up in my balls when Bill broke it off and said, "Lets cool
down."

We all got on one bed and drank another beer. "Skeeter is quite a cock
sucker, isn't he?" Bill said.  I nodded trying to catch my breath. "For
Jimmy and me, cock sucking is just an appetizer, Skeeter thinks it's the
main course."

"Shit Billy, if cum made you drunk you'd be in A.A!" Skeeter said with a
twinkle in his eye.

"I was just stating a fact, not an opinion." Bill said. "I want Max to
understand the lay of the land. Now Max, Skeeter's a sucker, Jimmy's a
fucker, I am a jack of all trades. I give and I take. What are your
interests?"

"I seem to like it all, maybe more bottom than top. I've never been screwed
by guys as big as you." I said, shocked at my directness. "Am I the only
bottom here?" Apparently there was some anxiety in my voice because the
guys laughed.

"Shit no!" Skeeter interjected. "We all bottom, even Jimmy!"

"What you talkin' 'bout boy!" Jimmy finally said something.

"I was thinking about that big electrician in Harrisonburg.  Seems to me
that someone in this room was taking it in the ass, and moaning something
about seeing Jesus."

"I guess there was that ONE time." Jimmy conceded.

"I was also thinking about ..." Skeeter continued.

"Enough guys, we have some recreating to do!" Bill interjected. "Let me
tell you a bit more about us, Max.  Skeeter cums easy the first time, and
without much warning. If you object to having a mouth full of jism, wait
till his second or third time.  Jimmy is slow to shoot, so if you get board
easy, don't suck him, you'll be forever. Real nice if he's in you ass
though. I cum easy the first time, but much slower after that."

"I you like it slow, try Billy his fourth of fifth pop.  He did me a half
hour once. His cream gets thicker as the night continues." Skeeter said
confirming his interest in cum.

"I don't know if I can keep up with you guys. I've never been in this
situation before." I said.

"Just let nature take its course. No need to rush.  We usually need to get
a quicky in the construction trailer or in the truck, so this is a treat."
Bill said. Some guys shoot once and pack up their tools and go home."

"Hey guys!" Jimmy interjected. "Stop talking about the electrician!"

Skeeter and Bill laughed, then Bill said, "We can take care of
ourselves. Max, anything you can give, or take is just frosting on the
cake."

"Cream in the coffee." Skeeter added. So there I was, naked with three
complete strangers, discussing our plans for the night. Pre cum was
dripping from Jimmy and my cocks, we were cut and our heads were
exposed. There was a wet glistening in the puckered skin that hid Bill and
Skeeter's cock heads. I had never been so excited in my life.

Bill put his arm around me and pushed me back in the bed. With surprising
agility he straddled my head so his cock was easy to get to, then sucked my
cock, a classic 69 position. He carefully licked my cock head licking
around the edge then working into the slit. I did the same periodically
deep throating his.

Bill began to spread his legs and Skeeter moved in to rim Bill's ass. I
realized that Jimmy was doing the same to me, he was spreading my legs and
his tongue was in my ass. I couldn't see much through Skeeter's thick
beard, but I could taste Bill's reaction to it as he oozed more and more
pre cum. Skeeter stopped riming and soon his cock was near my mouth. His
skin was fully retracted and the big cock head was deep red-purple with pre
cum dripping from the slit.  I sucked it. Skeeter's cock was almost as big
as Bill's and I was trying to service each.  Bill had stopped sucking me.

Skeeter pulled back and I returned to Bill's cock. Then Skeeter positioned
his cock at Bill's hole, and wham, it disappeared into Bill' rectum.
Skeeter's hairy balls were all that was visible. Bill shot a squirt of pre
cum as this happened.  I was fascinated. I felt a pressure at my asshole,
and wham , I was skewered on Jimmy's cock. I was completely painless, Jimmy
was thin, but it was a shock to have my ass filled so quickly , no
preliminaries.  He was just poking his cock around in my ass seeing what
felt good. Jimmy suddenly stopped and twitched several times. He must have
cum in my ass.

"Good aim Jimmy." Bill said. "I think this puppy's going to pop. Maybe we
should slow things down a bit." with that comment the three men pulled
away.

I was real close. "Shit man, don't leave me this way, push me over the
top!" I cried.

"Does anyone want to help this boy out?" Bill asked.

"Sure." Skeeter answered. And he lifted my legs, spread them wide and
positioned his huge head at my hole. "Lets see if Jimmy boy has loosened
you up." he popped his head through the hole and to the other side of the
sphincter.

"God! That's good!" I moaned. He slid the entire cock in and began to pump
slowly. I had never been fucked by a cock that big so all the sensations
were new. I couldn't get my thoughts under control as wave after wave of
sensation was generated in my ass.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Skeeter said. "I shot off." I'm sorry Max, I wanted to
give you a longer ride." Skeeter pulled his cock out.

"Don't send a boy to do a man's job." Bill said as he got up and shoved his
cock into my just vacated ass. He was pumping slow and easy. Three cocks in
a few minutes was a new experience for me, each one bigger than the one
before. I was stretched to the limit, but Bill's cock rammed my prostate
every time he pumped in. I couldn't think or breathe.

"Max, are you ok? He asked. I nodded yes. "Skeeter, have I ever fucked a
guy whose ass was lubricated by your cum before?  Its real nice, slick and
juicy." I twitched and contracted my rectum and Bill moaned with
pleasure. "That was very nice Max, you can do that anytime you feel like
it!"

"Skeeter, get over here and take this mans cum."  Bill was still trying to
give orders, but his cock was giving him other orders. Bill and I came
together. He in my ass, me shooting into Skeeter's open mouth.

We all fell into a pile on the bed. "I don't know if I can keep this up,
but this is incredible." I said.

"Max, as a long time fisherman, I can tell you that you are a keeper." Bill
said.

"Hell, I wouldn't mind having you stuffed and on the wall, just to remind
me of the last fifteen minutes." Skeeter said.

Then the phone rang.

End of part one.

Depending on the length of the storm this story may continue.  If you have
any comments, write me at bldhrymn@aol.com