Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 21:29:17 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Mid-Atlantic Blizzard

Hey, guys ... a new 'stretch' in my writing.  Never been in this category
before.  To my 'old fans', hope you enjoy it ..  to any new fans, hope you
enjoy it as well...and maybe any and/or all of you will show that support
by a contribution to Nifty.  It's a new year ..and time to re- establish
our priorities - and contributions.

Oh.. and 'for the record'...  if homo-erotic stories are not allowed to you
for either age or geo- political reasons .....  please go away... and come
back when you can.


Mid-Atlantic "Blizzard"


It was one of those days....the kind where everything just fell into place
- or not .  Wow!  What coverage!!! ...  All the news stations were trying
to play "Weather Channel" and warning us of the catastrophes to come.  All
I can say is...I WISH I COULD DO MY JOB WITH SO MANY 'MISSES' as the
"meteorologists" !!!! (and still keep my job, not including the pay
raises!!!)  ...but I think this time they got it pretty well on the nose.

Yes, it was snowing... and more!!  Central New Jersey on the shore was now
getting hammered.  They were calling for all sorts of dire situations.
Luckily, so far, the worst I got was a large pine tree limb being
overweighted and falling onto my front deck ..but worst ... my cablevision
- and internet access -- has died.  So here I am, sitting at a computer
that has no 'outside venue'.

But there are worse things!  I will get my cable back and be able to "post"
this story.  After all... you are reading it, aren't you?

It's now nearly 9pm, but I'm still smiling.

Yeah, it was about 4:30pm when I was out there shoveling snow to try and
"keep ahead" of things.  As I was about half-way down my front walkway, a
tall young fellow walked by in the street carrying a snow shovel.

My first reaction was "damn! That's sweet!" then followed by "I wonder if
he's looking for a job to shovel?" ... in whatever event was being headed
for, I just looked up and said "Hello.  Nasty ain't it?"

"Fuckin', yeah!" he said.

Now .. c'mon... I am not used to young teens using that language openly to
us 'old guys' ...  and I damned near slipped and fell (a possible medical
situation in these conditions).

With that a pall of silence ensued as he walked on down the street.

I was still shoveling (little bits at a time... I'm not looking for a
'coronary event' ...) when he came back up the street.  I kept going
forward, but he stopped.

"Could you use some help there?" he asked.

"Not really," I replied.  "I'm just about done.  ... but I'm about to go in
for a cup of hot tea... would you care to come in and warm up?"

Yeah.. I know ... soooooo trite.... And with the situation, a mixture of
pathetic and sooo pervy!"

What surprised me was when he turned and walked toward me and said, "Sounds
good!"

After I moved forward and shoveled the last bit of wet ice and snow into
the street, he stepped over onto the semi- cleared walkway (it had already
gotten a new coating behind me) and planted the shovel in his hand into the
deep mess at the end of my driveway.

As he followed me into the house, I dropped my snow-crusted moccasins
(yeah.. who said I wasn't a bit strange?)..  so he followed suit and
removed his boots before stepping onto the carpet of my living room.

Following me into the kitchen, and as I put the kettle on, I asked "would
you like tea or hot chocolate?" (trying to remember if I had any of the
latter).

"Actually...I could use a nice scotch," he replied, looking me directly in
the eyes.

Without thinking, I just answered, "Oh..fuck!!  all I have is vodka.  My
son was here last week and emptied my scotch...and the irish as well !!!"
chuckling, of course.

"No big deal," he continued with a big smile.  "What's the vodka?"

"Svedka," I replied.  "I have both the 'plain' and the 'clementine',
chilled."

"Oh.  Yeah...  the one with the orange stripe?"

"Yes.  It's in the freezer."

"I'll take a shot of that," he simply stated.

So here I was, standing in my kitchen with a probably 16 year-old neighbor
kid who wants a shot.  ..and yes... I gotta admit, he was a
walking-wet-dream.  Close to 6-feet tall, broad-shouldered, short brown
hair and big brown eyes...and, fuck it!!!... just sexy as hell !!!!

What else could one do?  I opened the freezer side of the side-by-side and
pulled out the bottle.

"Yeah.. that's it," he said, totally non-plussed by the whole situation.

At that time the kettle began to 'sing' ...  so... as I poured the water
into my cup with the tea bag .. I also poured some of the flavored vodka
into a Jameson's glass that I had on the counter (I got a whole bunch of
them free last year when I bought the bottles)...

I raised my cup, he raised his glass ..and we "clinked" ...  I just didn't
know how the 'n' would become a 'c'. (the one in the middle of the word!)

Adding a '2 plus 2' in my own mind ..  I decided to go for broke.  Not
something I'm known for... but....

I could already go to jail for where we are and what we were doing (I'm
giving booze to a minor in my own house).

But... I had gotten that "4" .. that said, "he's here for a different
reason".

So I simply stepped forward and reached out with my right hand, cupping his
crotch.

"MMMmmm, ohhhh, yesssss!" he responded.

It was then that I knew for sure that he was not here by accident.

"You like that?" I questioned.

"Oh.... Yeah... You betcha!" he moaned.

"So why did you pull your walk-by shit today?" I asked.

"I've wanted to meet you for several months.  The neighbors all say that
you have 'turned gay' since your wife died.  ..and ... I think I may be
gay."

Caught in a midst of mixed feelings and responses .. I finally managed to
ask, "why would they say that?"

"They see guys coming and going at all hours to your house.  Most are only
there for a half-hour or so..  They think that means you are 'seeing
guys'......like in 'gay'..."

"Shit!!!  I thought I was 'under the radar/gaydar'.."

"And, if I'm not...?" I parried.

"Aww fuck it...  you've already proved that you are." He posted.

"oh..." was the best I could respond.

"So now ... let's work on it," he continued.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Pour me another drink and then let's go to the bedroom and maybe you can
teach me a few things ... or maybe I can teach you a few..."

Wow! That was one 'take-charge' boy!

I poured him another.  He picked up the glass as I picked up my cup and we
walked back to my bedroom.

As we got to there, he put his glass down on the bedside table and just
stripped ...and I got to see that beautiful (there is no other word for it)
young body.  He was still totally soft and his 4+ inches of cut cock just
hung wonderfully over the low-hanging ballsack with it's hickory nut sized
jism-makers.

I proceeded to follow suit ...and there I was .. my older body sagging in
places ... but by then my 6.5 inch cut cock was standing tall ...and my
large balls were hanging down in their protective sack ..

He reached down and pulled my cock over against his own.

I watched as it (his) began to grow next to mine.  "Grow and Grow, it did"
as ??? might have said.  And as I watched ...  it met then passed the tip
of my own ..  Wow!!!  7 1/2 inches of wonderful, beautiful, enticing cock.

Yes.. a grow-er even for a show-er. ...

I couldn't resist it.  I just lunged forward and the next thing either of
us knew was that my hot, hungry mouth was totally enveloping his enraged,
teen rod.

The mixed tastes and feeling of the soft outside with the solid
center...like a chocolate candy .. but one that you could never get to the
middle.  The hard, spongy head, twitching and swelling...  the rigid rod of
the shaft - but with the skin moving so easily up and down.  I had passed
heaven to some nirvanah where I was just ...there...

"Oh, god!!" he moaned... "Oh, fuckkkkk .... Oh, shittttt.... Suck that
cock, man..  suck that cock!!!!"

Daring to do it, I shoved my face down and the next thing I knew, I was
nose-deep in his curly brown pubes and his cock was nestled deep in my
throat.  Wow!! I'd never been able to do that before.

I started to swallow and make my throat muscles work his wonderful teen
cock.

His ass came up off the bed as he bellowed another "Awwwwwwwww
fucccckkkkkkkk!"

I just moaned and hummed around that incredibly sweet teen shaft.

Doing everything I think I ever read about on the Nifty Archives ...  I was
moving up and down, I was using throat muscles, I was using my mouth and
tongue.  I was going to make that sweet guy learn all that he could about
how hot and wonderful man-2-man sex could be.

At this point I was raised up and had just grabbed the head of his cock
into my mouth and was tonguing it like the 'master cocksucker' I wanted to
be.  My tongue was now in his slit and I had shifted into super-Hoover
suction.

His ass was totally raised off the bed ..  his back was arched...he was
grabbing handsful of sheet...his eyes were so totally closed, you might
think they'd never open again ...  and he just shouted... "OOOOOOHHHHHHH
FUCKKKKKKKKK I'MMMM GONNA SHOOOOOOOTTTT!!!"

I went deep down on him once more .. my nose again buried in his
sweet-smelling, sex-pheromone-odored pubes ..  as he went totally rigid and
the first of six or ten, hell... I lost count.., bolts of the best-tasting
thing since Dove chocolate went across my tongue and down my hungry
throat. ...

As he came down from it, I could feel his whole body shake and quiver ...
shudder after shudder wracked his body..

It took a good two minutes before he settled down....

"Holy fuck!" he finally spoke.  "Holy fuck!!!  Oh, mannnnnn, Holy Fuck!!!"

I moved up and put my arms around him, holding him tightly and just letting
him get used to the feeling of a full man-on-man body contact.

...and as much as I tried to restrain... I finally just moved my head and
face forward and nuzzled into his neck.

Damn!  He still smelled sweet!!  But now with a certain amount of purely
male scents.  So I just stuck my tongue out and licked up his neck to his
ear lobe.

As I nibbled there, he spoke again.  "Oh.... Yesssss!!  Oh...
mannnnnnnn....  Get it up ....  And fuck me!"

"Hunh?" was the best I could do...

"I said 'Fuck me'," he repeated.  "I want you to fuck me!"

"Have you ever done that before?" I asked.

"Yes...  I'm not a 'cherry'...  I have a couple of buddies that I 'play
with'.... But right now I want you."

Quite frankly there wasn't a moment's hesitation....  I've already done
enough to go to jail and be 'registered' for the rest of my life ... so
.. what's to lose?

"How about you fuck me, instead?" I asked.  After all.. I am the total
bottom guy.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Yeah ...  I'm sort of a lot more bottom than top." I explained.

"I've never been the top before," he continued.

"I've done that ... but found I like it much better on the bottom," I
added.

"I've been fucked before ..  you know...as the 'bottom'...  I never thought
about being on the top side.  Do you think I can?" he asked.

"It's something you need to try and find out," was all I could say.  "If it
doesn't work out, you'll know.  Look ..  you just had one major cum getting
sucked ....  Let's see what happens when you are the fucker - with your
cock buried deep in a hungry, sucking, munching, hole."

Reaching over to the night table I got the bottle of lube, handed it to
him, and then rolled onto my back ...

"I'm not a virgin, so you don't have to worry about 'being nice' ...  and
I've had bigger than you ... so size is not an issue...  well...  what I am
saying is ...  get your cock slick...  put some lube on my hole...and let's
try things out."

Raising my legs up and baring my pucker to him, I looked at his face and
just felt how much I wanted him inside me.

Using the lube to coat his cock and working it into my slit ...  he
hesitated and asked, "where is a condom?"

I just chuckled ...  "you're a 'near-virgin', right?  So.. what are you
going to give me ?  .. how many other guys have you had?  Bet they were
virgins, or near-virgins ...  what's the chance you have something? ... do
that skin on skin ."

"Oh, right," he responded.  "I get to 'go bareback'?"

"as 'bare' as you can get," I responded.

"Oh, fuck!!!  Yess !!!!!" he murmured.

And with that as 'warning'...  he moved forward...  coated his cock with
the lube, spread a bit around and just inside my sphincter, put his
cockhead to the prize ....and shoved forward.

As his cock entered my hot and oh-so-hungry manhole, I couldn't stay quiet.
I moaned with such pleasure. It just fit sooooo nicely.  ..and that bit of
curve he had... oh .. it just went in soooooo perfectly.

I think that sound registered in his mind and he just went deeper until he
was totally hilted.

I could feel his balls resting against my asscrack, as he slowly rotated
his hips and drove that big, hard teen cock into every nook and crevice in
my colon.

I have to say his vocabulary was a bit limited, because all I could hear
was "Ohhhhh, fuck!!!  Ohhhhh, shittttt!!!...  Ohhhhh... fuckkkkkkkkk!!
Oh...my gawwwwddddddd!!!!"

Then he just became totally silent again ...and reached his arms under mine
so he could grab my shoulders.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh fuccccckkkkkkkk!!!!" he repeated, as he started to pump his
cock into me.

Holding my shoulders the way he was, he was both pulling me to him as he
pulled himself to me.

Damn!!!  For 16... this guy is a master!!!!  In a few years, he is going to
make some guy happy happy happy !!!!!!  (like he wasn't doing that for me
right then!!)

I know ..  this is probably a one-time thing... but, dammit... I'm going to
enjoy it ..and remember it!!!

I just wrapped my legs around his ass and let him pound into me.

Every now and then his bullet-head managed to find and stroke across that
sweet spot inside me, but even without that I could feel his hard member
rubbing into areas that just hadn't been rubbed the 'right way' for months.
Jeezze, this young'n could fuck!!!

There he was, right in my saddle, and riding me hard and heavy.  All he
needed was a rope and chaps!!!

His eyes were locked on mine.  No... this was not a kissing
situation... this was a stallion that was breeding his mare.  Sweat was
starting to pop out all over... his was even beginning to drip onto me ...

Then he opened his mouth.  "Ohhhhh, yeah ....  Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk...
Ohhhhh, yeahhh.... Ohhhhh m'gd..." he began to utter...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhh..... awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!"

Gotta love them young'ns !!!!!  they get a bit excited as they get to the
home stretch ...well..... whatever....

With that, he grabbed my shoulders that much tighter, pulled me down on him
as he shoved that sweet teen meat in to it's hilt, arched his back, and
went totally rigid again.  All I could feel was his body twitch, spasm, and
shudder as his teen tool sent a new series of hot, wet, loads into my guts.

Without any thought, I suddenly found myself shooting a mammoth load
between us as I repeated his own words ..  "Ohhhhhh, fucckkkkkkk!!!!!!
Awwwwwwwwwww!!!"

With that, I totally unthinkingly, reached up, pulled his head down to mine
... planted my lips to his and screwed my lips face and tongue into him.
He pulled back momentarily, and then he plunged forward and joined the
fray.

We kissed and tongued and hugged and swayed for a couple minutes before he
finally backed away.

Looking down at me with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile ... he whispered,
"I guess they are right .. You are gay.  Now I gotta check out that hunk of
a teacher across the street!"

With that he got up, got dressed, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked
out the door !!!!

Damn!!  I think that was a challenge.... Who gets the "hunk of a teacher"
first !!!???????????


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