Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 17:14:08 +1000 From: Jason J Subject: Snow Shovelling the Neighbourhood This story is a work of fiction. Any comments or suggestions can be sent to snowflakes99988@gmail.com If you like the story so far, please let me know. Would love to hear from you. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to those living or dead is not intentional, and is completely coincidental. I woke up sleepy & my eyes stinging from the bright white light escaping through the partially closed curtains. It took me a moment to remember that it had started snowing the night before and I quickly bounced to the window to check how much it had snowed. Peering over the windowsill in my favorite Batman pajamas I saw it had snowed a solid foot. Immediately ecstatic I ran through the house, claiming to the household school must be cancelled. My parents checked online and observed that the schools were closed for the day and that I could stay home from school. I was in the seventh grade and just turned twelve recently. I'm barely five feet tall with sandy blond hair with a thin athletic body from being signed up for numerous sports. My mom explained that she and Dad had to still go to work and that they would be home early. They took my little brother with them so that I had free reign over that house. Unsure of what to do with my day off I poured some cereal and hunkered down under a warm blanket to watch some cartoons and price is right. After watching all the contestants excited about the prospect of winning money, a brilliant idea struck me. I could make some money. I can grab the snow shovel and take care of the neighbor's driveways. Genius! I raced up the stairs, my small bare feet warmed by the shag of soft carpet. Quickly turning on the shower I stripped out of my pjs and haphazardly kicked them off to the corner of the washroom and turned on the shower tap. I brushed my teeth and couldn't help but check slim, but toned body and how I wished that I could build some muscle. I lifted my arms up and searched for the growth of an armpit hair, but was disappointed again this morning. My friends were all starting to, ugh why can't I? The water was warm and quickly filled with steam; I lingered in the water and lathered soap on my body. I slid the soap across my chest and down my belly until I passed through the soft blond peach fuzz above my penis. The slick texture of the bar of soap felt amazing as I rubbed cupped my little balls and felt the shaft of my dick begin to rise. I remembered that I was going to make some money and hurried the remainder of the shower. Once I turned off the water, the colder air of the house hit my skin causing a shiver to crawl up my spine. I snatched a clean white towel off the counter and toweled off. Once finished I tossed the towel on the floor with my clothes and went to my room for some clothes. I searched for my favorite grey and red wool soaks, a pair of white briefs and then opened my closet door. I started at the array of clothes for awhile and then decided that my monster truck ralley t-shirt from last spring would be perfect. I slipped it over my head and took out my snow pants and jacket. My long-johns were nowhere to be found and I was too lazy to search the laundry so I slipped my slender smooth legs into the waterproof snow pants and threw on my Jacket, a black toque and a pair of gloves located from the front entrance hall of the house. Within minutes I was outside in the fresh air and stomped my little boots in the snow to feel the crunch beneath my feet. I love the snow. If only there were some kids on my street to have a snowball fight with. My house was located on a curved region of a long sloping hill that begins to straighten at the top. Directly across the street was a large forest area, which I would often play with friends and build forts in throughout the year. The shovel was inside the garage and I soon found myself walking nervously up to the first house heading down the hill. Knock, knock... ding dong. No answer. On to the next house. The same response. I guess people are out today and I see lots of tire marks in the fresh snow. I was halfway down the hill when I heard someone rustling from inside the house after I knocked. It was an older lady with thick reading glasses. "Hi, Can I shovel your driveway for you?" "No, I don't drive. Sorry" ***shuts the door Great I thought to myself. The next house had a massive driveway and no tire tracks yet in the snow. Knock Knock. A young guy in his early twenties answers the door. "Oh hey, Can I shovel your driveway?" "Ya kid, that's perfect my parents wanted me to do it anyway. How much?" "Hmm 10 bucks?" "Ok cool. Get started." It was an exhausting fortyfive minutes to an hour, but I had lots of energy and powered through it thinking about that 10 dollar bill. After I was done, I went back to the door and the young guy came handed over a seven one dollar bills and some coins. Not the 10 dollar bill I hoped for, but just as good. I smiled and stuffed the cash into my pocket and zipped it up. Off to the next house I thought smiling. The remaining 10 houses heading down to the cul-de-sac surrounded by forest were either not interested or not home. I staggered up the hill, back passed my house dragging the shovel behind me. I did another small driveway for $5 and then continued on along the plateau of the street. About half a block away from house I saw something promising. A U shaped driveway with high hedges and some trees the covered the lawn, but tons of snow blanketed the driveway. Oh I hope someone is home, I hope someone is home I thought to myself. I walked up the walkway with snow crunching beneath my feet and noticed lights on through the window of the front living room, partially concealed by thick bushes. I rang the door bell and waited patiently, within seconds and somewhat surprised man answered the door. He was well over my head and I looked up to him from below shoulder height. I beamed at him with a full smile and the relief someone was home. "Why hello there." He said. "Hi Mister, Can I shovel your driveway please?" "Well I don't know, I wasn't planning to go out today" he responded. "It won't take to long." I quickly stated. "How much?" "Umm 10 dollars?" I said looking hopeful no doubt. "Well how about an even five bucks?" I turned around and looked at the much larger driveway than I recently remembered. "Ah sorry mister" I said and started to walk away. "Tell you what I'll throw in some hot chocolate as well." "mmmm OK deal" I said. "Ok it's a deal" he said chuckling, he looked to be in his forties around my Dad's age with glasses and short brown hair with flecks of grey in the sides. I noticed he had a more defined body than my dad. He wore lounge slacks made of fin fabric and a short robe that barely came down passed the waist, tied with a loose towel material belt. His chest was exposed in a sharp, deep V with dark brown and grey hair. "Better get to it" I said smiling again and heading to the start of the driveway shovel in hand. After what seemed like an eternity, I had only finished about half of the area and was beginning to regret agreeing to only five bucks. Because the street was secluded I had only seen one car drive by all morning, probably to a house I had already visited. After a couple more scoops, I heard the front door unlock and open. Out stepped the man from earlier. He was now in some jeans, boots and a thick flannel jacket with beige gloves. He crouched down once at the edge of the snow quickly compacting some snow into a ball and then next thing I knew he threw it at me and started laughing. The fight was on. I dashed behind the car, made a snowball of my own and hurled it in his direction. He ducked just in time. We exchanged multiple flurries at each other. With my latest snowball in hand I threw it as hard as I could, narrowly missing him but he rolled to his left on the ground and I rushed towards him. I pounced on him, wiping my wet glove in his face and straddling his stomach. He laughed and frantically grabbed my wrists and rolled me over on my back. I squirmed and wiggled my head back and forth laughing hysterically. "Stop stop you win" I proclaimed as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to fight his grip, which pinned my hands on the ground above my head. The laughing died down and we were both breathing hard, I was still pinned and looking up at him, his kind eyes and smiling face. The weight his body was pressed against mine and I was surprised by how amazing and safe it felt. His face was kind and his teeth were white and straight with full lips and I could see every breath in the cold air. He lingered before letting go and sitting back on his heels. "That was fun! I'm Kevin by the way." Said Kevin. "Awesome more like" I said while propping myself up on my elbows. "I'm Jason." "So how about that hot chocolate?" "Yes definitely!" We both picked ourselves up and headed into the house. The front entry way had a high rounded arch ceiling with a chandelier throwing a dim gold light against the dark beige walls and wood floors. "Kick your boots off here and you can take your jacket off by the kitchen at the end of the hall," said Kevin who slipped out of his boots and went into a room next to the entry. I did as I was told and started down the hall into the kitchen which opened up to a large living room with an L-shaped dark brown leather couch facing a big screen TV hanging above the fireplace, which had a nice wood burning fire going. The wall to the left was floor to ceiling glass doors overlooking the small back yard, covered in snow and high hedges for privacy. I couldn't help myself. I started looking at everything in the room and reading the movies on the shelf next to the fireplace. "How's it going Jase?" I quickly turned around and saw Kevin grabbing items from the cabinets in the kitchen. His jeans were still on, but now he had on his short worn robe again. "Great. You have a massive TV. Bet movies look great on it?" "Ya it makes everything seem so real" he said, already prepping the hot chocolate. "No school today?" "Nope I have the day off.." I just noticed a movie with a really hot looking girl on the cover in leather spandex. "What's this movie?" I said, turning around. He looked in my direction and squinted. "Can't tell, what's the title?" "Barb Wire?" I said. "Oh haha" said Kevin, "That's a Pamala lee Anderson movie from the 90s" "Can we watch it?" I quickly blurted out. "Um, I don't see why not, but hey come get your cocoa." I didn't need to be told twice, I walked over to the kitchen and took a sip of hot chocolate from a big mug. The warmth and smell was amazing and the mug warmed my cold hands. "Ahh delicious. Hey where is everyone? Or do you live alone?" "Very inquisitive aren't you? Well my wife is at work today and my son just started college on the other side of the country." "Your son is already in college?" I repeated. "Cooool". He laughed again, "Throw that wet jacket and pants by the fire, I'll put the movie in." "Ok" I said and started on the zipper. Within seconds I was free of the oversized and thick material, my shirt was slightly soaked in sweat underneath, but the dark color hid it well. I walked over to the fire and draped the jacket on the floor in front of it and was just about to take off my pants when I realized something.. "What's wrong?" said Kevin, who noticed my sudden expression of panic. "Oh um.. ahh.. I just.. forgot to wear anything but underwear." "Oh that's not a big deal, my jeans are soaked as well. No big deal" he said and unbuckled his buckle and began to slide off his jeans. I couldn't help but watch, completely curious. I saw the first sight of his white thighs, covered in dark brown hair below short blue boxer briefs that hugged a large bulge. The bulge seemed huge and I could just make out an outline, but I quickly looked away and was drawn back to steal another glance. His legs were defined and covered in dark brown hair. His white ankle socks seemed to gleam. Once free of his jeans he swaggered over to the couch and took a seat to sip from his own mug of hot chocolate. I followed suit and turned towards the roaring fire. I unbuttoned my snow pants and slid them down. My white underwear was damp with sweat and slightly see-through at this point, I felt it bunched up a bit in my crack, but it didn't seem to bother me at all. I was starting to feel very hot and my face felt flushed. I reached down and grabbed my wool socks, which had slid, down my calves. I pulled them back up to knee height and inspected them. I heard Kevin turn on the TV and I spun on my toes to face him. He seemed to be transfixed on my lower body, "Whatcha looking at? My socks?" I said laughing. "They're my favorite ones!" I explained. "Very stylish" he said and patted a spot next to him on the couch. I did a bit of a running start and jumped onto the couch as he handed me an edge of the blanket. He only passed me the corner so I had to slide in close to keep covered. He lay back with his arms spread along the edge of couch and I nestled in under his arm. We both kicked are legs up on the giant footstool. I noticed he wasn't under the covers, but sitting on top of them, which gave me a chance to steal another glance at his legs. His calves were defined and the hair continued up his thighs to the brim of his boxers. That bulge was there and it seemed bigger up close, even though his right leg was tented and the other lay lazily beside mine. After the previews, the movie started and I was engrossed by the action. My parents never seemed to let me have any decent movies in the house. The woman in the movie was so hot and her huge boobs were almost exposed from her outfit. I began to feel very excited and captivated. She looked so good and my thoughts began to swell. Then it happened. Ugh why does this always happen to me I thought as I looked down. My cock was throbbing hard, four inches and fighting the fabric of white briefs. They were still partially see-through and I could see the outline of my own four inch uncut dick. I felt embarrassed and looked over at Kevin who turned and noticed what I was looking at. My head was still nested into his shoulder and I looked up at his kind face and was suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety and nervousness that I started to tear up. "It's ok" he said, "Hush hush Jason, no need to be embarrassed its only natural." I couldn't help but cry as I buried face into his side. I felt his strong arms scoop me up and place me on his lap, my throbbing penis still hard and now pressed against his belly. I tried to bury my face in his chest to hide, but he pulled my head back so that our eyes met. I felt one hand on the small of my back and the other against my cheek with his thumb brushing away a tear. "No need to cry, it happens to every man," he said. I tried to look down, but his hand on my cheek held my gaze still. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, the warmth of his lips and the scruff of his stubble pressed against my cheek sent tingles through my little body. I let my arms slack around his neck and dropped my butt in his lap. My knees were bent and he held me in close to him, I closed my eyes and felt him kiss the tears on my other cheek. I felt safe and warm pressed against him. My cock twitched and ached against his stomach but he held me close anyway. Why was he so being so nice? I really like him I thought; he could be a true friend. So at that moment I hugged him back and breathed in his smell through my nose and felt something rise beneath my bum. Something huge and hard. I opened my eyes and looked at his, which were still locked with mine. They were brown and big eyes, kind and safe. I breathed hard and my heart was pounding with excitement, like nothing I have ever felt before. I didn't know what was happening and wiggled my body in closer trying to stay close. I was feeling what must have been his hard penis against bum through my white briefs. I exhaled again and pressed my bum against it, then his soft hand behind my head pulled my face close to him a few tears still running down my cheek and our lips met.