Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2018 13:01:02 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: The Blizzard 2 The Blizzard 2 OK, if you're back you know the drill. This is work of gay fiction containing sex with men. It is the sole property of the author and may not be reused or reprinted without his written consent. If stories of this kind offends you or is illegal where you live, please leave now. If you enjoy these stories please consider an ongoing, monthly contribution to nid=fty at: nifty.org/donate. Comments are welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com, other stories by the author can be found by a search in the author section of nifty. Ok, pull up a box of tissues, unzip, and enjoy. The Blizzard 2 cajuncock After the snow stopped we pretty much hung around together. Luckily the storm hit on a Thursday so we had Friday and the weekend without having to work. Of course, Chris had to work that Saturday when the mall reopened. He'd join us after work. But Jeff and I enjoyed the leisure weekend. By Sunday everyone was bored stiff and had a bad case of cabin fever. Saturday night we decided that if the streets were clear by morning, we'd have a nice day in town on Sunday. We were still at my place on Sunday when we woke to a blindingly bright morning. The snow still covered the ground but we were set to spend the day out enjoying the freedom away from the house. The subway system was operating so we left the car at the nearby parking lot and took the train downtown. We were not alone in suffering from cabin fever. The train was crowded with happy people who took the opportunity to get out. Brunch was the first item on our agenda. We opted for a brunch downtown at one of the popular gay restaurants. It was crowded with a friendly group. After a great meal we decided to hit a movie at the multiplex and later drop in on one of the many Sunday tea dances in the gay area. The tea dance seemed to be a popular choice. It was crowded with a jolly group of men. All were sharing stories of how they spent the days off from the storm. I noticed that my two companions, while friendly, were not very interested in seeking sexual companions. We pretty much focused on each other. Generally, we all had a good time, even if we were a bit drunk near dinner time. Jeff suggested that we ride the subway back to a neighborhood near my home and find a place for dinner. We all agreed and settled into a local Lebanese restaruant for a long, leasure meal. Leaving the restaruant I suggested that they spend the night at my place so we could relax and finish the night drinking without having to drive home. Little did I know that this would set the pattern for the weeks to come. Soon both guys pretty much hung around my house even keeping cloths there so that they could leave for work on Mondays straight from my place. Eventually we got around to talking about vacation spots and decided that since we got along so well, we might want to take a long weekend trip to a sunny locale. Key West was soon in our sights. We all arranged to get the same 6 days off work for an 8 day trip. Arrangements were made, flights booked, and a gay guest house reserved. We were specific about a room with a large king size bed for the three of us. Key West was an ideal location. It was small enough that we could walk or bike anywhere we needed to go. The guest house had a clothing optional policy and a secluded pool. The location was central enough that we could easily walk to gay bars and all kinds of eateries. Arriving to a warm day we took a taxi to the guest house where we were greeted by the naked owners and shown to our room which overlooked the pool. After settling in the room we decided to explore the area. The owners had provided us with a map of the town and suggestions for places to rent bikes and have meals. Breakfast was provided on the patio by the pool each morning. Here we met the other guests, mostly couples with only a few singles. We mingled and were the center of much attention for our apparently strange three way relationship. For many it was both a surprise and an amazing discovery that the relationship worked so well. Our late nights were spent at one of the gay discos dancing. We'd never stopped to consider our relationship unusual. But to many gay couples it was fascinating. One thing we soon learned that our relationship often attracted men who were intent on breaking us apart. We'd often discussed the unusual, natural situation that we had. Somehow we all three had the same gay doctor and dentist at home. It was a good thing. If one of us was feeling ill the other two made sure that the doctor was seen quickly. It was just assumed that we would look after each other. It was a common understanding among the three of us. My neighbors soon got used to seeing us together. Whatever assumptions they had were never voiced. We were just three guys who were close friends. In Key West we were seen as an oddity. We defied the notion that a relationship had to be only two people. We never tried to pick up anyone at a bar or at the guest house. We were content and sure of our own life as a relationship. It was a mystery that three people could share each other equally. We were still individuals but shared so many things in common, so many adventures. We just never shared ourselves with others. After a while, once back at home, we joined the local YMCA to get into better shape during the cold, winter days. We still didn't live together though. But we talked daily, shared dinners at home and out. Often we'd go to movies, plays, and concerts as a group. We did have a small group of close friends who understood us. We all took turns hosting meals for eight or nine people. We watched our less fortunate friends find and lose boy friends on a regular basis. Sometimes we served as sounding boards for them. Three years after that fateful storm we decided to have another weekend to celebrate meeting. It would be at my house and we'd spend the time mostly naked. The sexual tension of our first meeting had long ago worn down to a steady but still intense regularity. Never did we plan any thing. It just happened and we were never bored with it. Once we got started we seemed to have the boundless energy that fed off of each other. Sex was intense, fulfilling, energizing. Afterwards we lay in bed with a satisfied sense of having pleased each other. Chris and Jeff found themselves so often at my house that we finally decided it would save money if they moved in. We agreed that it might be a bit crowded but exchanging my bed for a large king was no problem. The other two bedrooms were designated as an office and a guest room. Chris had already come out to his parents in Denmark. My parents had passed away years ago. My siblings accepted the fact that I was gay long before I officially came out to them. But Jeff had never told his family that he was gay. Chris and I worked with him to find a way to tell them. It was decided that a weekend trip to see them in person would be best. I agreed to go with him for moral support. It would also be less likely that the members of his family would cause a scene with a stranger present. We flew in on a Saturday morning commuter flight, rented a car, checked into a nearby hotel. Chris called his brother and sister to invite them for lunch, along with their spouses. Over lunch in a chain restaurant, Jeff introduced me as his partener. His brother just smiled saying that it was about time he came out. On the other hand, his sister did not take the news well. She and her husband were fundamentalist Christians. They were not openly hostile but were cool for the remainder of the meal. As we parted Jeff's brother asked if we planned to tell their parents. Jeff said that he hoped to take them out to dinner that night and tell them. His brother suggested that he come along to avoid any possible unpleasantness. It was agreed. As planned Jeff called his parents, inviting them to dinner. We all met at an upscale place for dinner. His brother insisted on footing the bill for the meal. The three of us arrived early to have a drink. When his parents arrived, we were all seated. His mother started off by telling us that her daughter had called her earlier. His father smiled and congradulated us. That broke the ice. Jeff's parents had told their daughter that her religious beliefs would not break up the family. His mother entertained us with stories of Jeff as a boy and a teen. Generally, we had a great time. Before we parted Jeff's parents invited us to visit for the holidays. We were non-committal in our response. We told them that both of us had to be at work on Monday and planning for the holidays would have to depend on work schedules since many, more senior co-workers would probably want to take off. On the short flight back I congratulated Jeff. We began talking about the need for a larger place with more room for a garden. We both knew that Chris would love a garden. We'd talk it over with him soon. Arriving at home we were greeted by a naked Chris at the front door. Only a large blue bow covered his cock and balls. All three of us had missed the sexual bond we had. Soon we were in the bed enjoying each other's bodies. It is difficult to decribe the mutual love that we shared for each other. That one weekend apart seemed to add an urgency to our love making. After two hours we were exhausted and lay breathing heavily next to each other. Finally, Chris announced that he had prepared a typical Danish meal for our dinner. He'd made everything from scratch. He'd even chilled some Danish beers. After a very full meal we lay in front of the fire with soft music playing and just silently enjoyed the togetherness. The dog lay in his bed askeep. We showered in the large basement shower before hitting the bed. Chris offered us a brandy before we fell asleep with our arms and legs wrapped around each other. As usual I slept in the middle between my two lovers. I always loved waking with a cock planted in me and mine in another ass. We knew early on that our shared love was special. _____________________________________________________________________________ Ok, guys I hope you enjoyed this part but there was not too much sex. That will come later on a visit to Denmark for the lovers. If you enjoyed this and other stories on nifty please set up an ongoing monthly contribution to keep nifty going. Suggestions for stories are welcomed.