Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2024 04:52:01 +0000
From: VAlowRider <VAlowRider@proton.me>
Subject: Plattsburgh

Benji goes to Plattsburgh.


Plattsburgh


Introduction


"How the hell did this happen?" you wondered. "Stuck in a freaking snow
bank somewhere in upstate New York of all places..."


You had a job offer from a business in Plattsburgh, NY. The initial
submission of your resume and other paperwork was all done through email.
The subsequent interviews were conducted by phone, but they needed you to
sit the final interview in person.


So, you packed a few days worth of clothes and climbed into the old
beater that you prayed would get you there. Everything went well for the
first part of the sixteen hour drive. Then the snow hit. Light at first,
but getting heavier and heavier the further north you got. To make things
worse, the map had you get off the interstate near Rochester and follow a
two lane state road through the Adirondack Mountains. The road was wide
and well maintained, but the snow was getting ahead of the snow plows and
becoming more treacherous every moment. To make things worse, for the
last hour you were driving in darkness, straining to see the road through
the windshield. Despite your wipers' best efforts, the view was becoming
more and more restricted as the heavy, wet snow proved to be to much for
them.


As close as you could figure, you were less than thirty minutes from
Plattsburgh when you hit a patch of ice and spun into a snowbank. You
tried to drive out of the piled snow, but despite your attempts the tires
failed to get traction- you realized that all you were really doing was
burying the car deeper into the wet snow. You opened the door and gasped
as the cold mountain air hit your lungs. You had on a coat and jeans, but
what worked for a West Virginia winter didn't come close to making the
grade in upstate New York.


You trudged around to the back of the car and opened the trunk to pull
out your suitcase. You only expected to be in Plattsburgh for a couple of
days, so you didn't really pack a lot, and (you now realized) what you
packed was woefully inadequate for your current needs. You saw that there
was nothing in the trunk that you could use to dig out of the snowbank,
so you decided to get back inside and put on another layer or two of
clothes.


As you turned to carry your suitcase around to the car door, you slipped
on ice hidden under the wet snow. Both feet flew into the air like a
circus act and your suitcase went flying out of your hand. You landed
flat on your back in the wet, slushy snow and saw your suitcase fly open
on impact with the ground, scattering your clothes all over the roadway.


You scrambled up, already beginning to shiver from your cold, soaked
clothes. You stumbled around, grabbing up the items from your ruined
suitcase only to find they were all soaked as well. You threw your
suitcase with its dripping contents into the back seat, jumped into the
car and slammed the door.


You realized you haven't seen another car in over an hour and hoped
someone would come along before you froze to death. You cranked the heat
as high as it would go and wondered miserably what else could go wrong.
Your musings were answered only a few minutes later as your car's engine
sputtered and died. In horror you looked at your gas gauge and realized
you were completely empty. You had been looking for a gas station for the
last hour, but this part of the state was sparsely populated and there
were no stations open that you could see. You had been praying you'd make
it to Plattsburgh before you ran out, but the time and gas wasted trying
to get out of the snowbank worked against you.


Within minutes the heater stopped pulling warm air from the car's engine
and you turned it off to save the battery. You watched the frost creep
higher and higher up the windows and windshield. Soon you were shivering
uncontrollably as your body tried to make up for the heat that was being
wicked away by your wet clothes. Your thoughts became hazy and you
started to fear for your life. You wondered if you should get out and try
to walk to safety, but you had no idea how far away shelter might be. And
besides, you weren't sure you could walk at all...

Through the fogged, icy windshield, you suddenly saw a glowing light,
coming slowly toward you, and with your last coherent thought, you hit
the switch for your hazard lights.


Salvation


You awoke, warm, WARM! You opened your eyes and looked around wondering
if you had died and this was heaven. It must have been, because you were
no longer shivering and there was no snow or ice to be seen. Instead, you
realized, you were in a bed, a nice BIG bed. The sheets felt smooth and
clean against your naked skin. Wait - naked? You lifted the blankets and
looked underneath. Sure enough, you were as naked as the day you were
born. Your dick was hard and throbbing, letting you know that you needed
to piss. "It's probably what woke me up." you thought as you sat up.


Looking around, you could see that you were obviously in a bedroom.
Besides the bed there was a large dresser, a bedside table and a rocking
chair. There were two doors leading out of the room. The door to the left
of the bed was open and looking through it, you could see a large
overstuffed chair and what seemed to be an old potbelly stove. You
assumed the stove was the source of the wonderful heat that you were
currently enjoying. The door to the other room was also standing open and
you could see a sink and part of a commode from where you lay.


"Thank god" you exclaimed softly as you quickly slipped from under the
covers and walked through the doorway. As you relieved yourself into the
commode, you looked around the small room. The commode was on the
right-hand wall and the left wall was a bath tub with a shower. The sink
was directly under a small window. Looking out the window you could see
icicles hanging from the edge of a roof and beyond those you saw the
corner of a shed or barn of some sort.


Once your bladder was finally emptied, you shook off the drops and turned
to the sink. The water from the faucet was shockingly cold, taking nearly
a minute before the water began to warm. While waiting, you examined your
face in the mirror. You seemed none the worse for wear beyond some red
patches on your cheeks and the tip of your nose. Your fingertips and the
tips of your toes were also red and your fingers hurt as you washed them.


Returning to the bedroom, you noticed a piece of paper leaning against
the mirror on the dresser. The writing on it said- Benjamin. You picked
it up wondering how anyone here knew your name. Opening the folded paper
you read -


Benjamin,

I got your name from your driver's license.

All of your clothes are still soaked and unwearable. Nothing that I have
will fit you- but I've put a shirt on the bed that you can use to cover
up with and help keep you warm. It'll probably fit more like a bathrobe,
but we'll have to do the best we can. All the belongings I took from your
pockets are in the top right hand drawer of the dresser.

If you're reading this, it means that I'm still outside doing chores.
There's hot coffee in the kitchen and muffins on the table.

Make yourself at home.

(signed) Dennis


You opened the drawer and saw your wallet, belt, car keys and some pocket
change. You quickly checked your wallet and were happy to see that your
money- the last $150 to your name was still there. "At least he's not a
thief." you sighed with relief.


Since you had no pockets, you decided to leave everything in the drawer.
You found the shirt "Dennis" spoke of in the letter and slipped into it.
He was right, the sleeves fell below your fingertips and at least two of
you could have fit into the body. But, it was soft and warm and felt
wonderful against your skin. So good, in fact, that you realized you were
getting an erection from the fabric brushing against your cockhead.


Banishing thoughts of sex for the moment you walked into the room with
the stove. The room was fairly large and obviously a combination
kitchen/dining room and living room. On the end near the bedroom was the
previously noticed chair as well as a couch. A rustic looking coffee
table was in front of the couch with a braided, oval rug beneath that.
The pot belly stove was against the back wall with a metal shield between
it and the wall to prevent the wall from overheating and catching on
fire. It served the additional purpose of reflecting the heat back into
the room. You appreciated that fact as you opened your "robe" and stood
near the stove soaking up the heat.


Further down the room was a small dining table with four chairs. Two
other chairs stood against the wall. Several wooden cabinets lined one
wall as well, and through the glass doors you could see canned foods and
dishes. At the far end of the room was a counter with a sink located
below the window as well as a line of cabinets below it. There was a wood
burning kitchen range against the back wall, also with a metal shield
behind it. Directly across from the range, was a refrigerator- and to the
left of the fridge a desk sat in a pool of light from the window just
above it- with a number of file folders on top.


On the stove was a steaming coffee pot. You took a mug from the dish
drain on the counter and used a pot holder to pour from the steaming pot.
You took a cautious sip and shook your head at the bitterness. You saw a
sugar bowl on the counter and scooped several spoonfuls into your cup,
stirring briskly. Another sip let you determine that the brew was now
drinkable.

You became aware of a noise, "thunk! thunk!" not often enough to be an
actual rhythm, but too consistent to be unintentional. You went to the
window over the sink and peered out. To the right you could see the other
end of the shed you noticed from the bathroom window. Directly ahead of
the window you could see the source of the odd sound.


A man with his back to you was splitting wood. From what you could see,
he seemed to be short and somewhat heavy set, but the clothes made it
difficult to tell for sure. Despite the cold weather, he wore no coat. He
was wearing heavy, insulated boots and jeans. He seemed to be wearing an
insulated undershirt, but no over shirt or jacket. He placed a block of
wood on a large stump and smoothly swung the ax over his head, splitting
the block cleanly in two. You assumed this must be "Dennis". You watched
for several minutes as he continued to work like a metronome- pick up,
set, split, pick up, set, split. You thought about tapping on the window
to get his attention but decided that he would probably prefer not to be
interrupted.


Benjamin


You wandered over to the desk and your eyes widened with surprise when
you saw the drawing on top of the open folder. A drawing of a nude man,
but not just any nude man. This man was massive, muscled, hairy and had a
dick the size of a normal man's forearm. You picked up the drawing and
whistled softly in admiration.


One of the reasons you were looking for a job so far from home was for
the proverbial "greener pastures". Clarksburg was a nice enough little
town, but the choices for gay guys were severely limited. A quick blowjob
here and there, a quick fuck in a bar bathroom and that was about it.
Plattsburgh wasn't tremendously larger than Clarksburg, but, checking the
internet let you know that there was a thriving gay community thanks to
the SUNY college located there.


You pulled the chair from under the desk and took a seat. Your
appreciation grew stronger with every drawing uncovered. You were used to
seeing porn on the internet, but the world of pen on paper was
fascinating... Drawing after drawing of men in all states of dress and
undress and participating in every kind of sex act you'd ever imagined.
Men sucking, jacking off, 69ing, fucking doggie style, missionary, in
slings. Men fucking men and men fucking BOYS - not young minors, but
young men. They all had something to signify that they were legal age,
usually in the form of tattoos or piercings.

As you become lost in the world of sex on paper, you felt your dick
beginning to tent the shirt you were wearing. Barely conscious of your
actions, you reached down and took your hardening dick into your hand and
started jacking slowly. You were so aroused that your hand was
immediately covered by your precum and you used it to lube your cock. You
were so engrossed in the images, you didn't even realize that you were
moaning out loud.

"They can really get to you, can't they?"


In horror, you whipped around to see where the voice came from, knocking
a stack of drawings to the floor in the process.


Standing in the doorway was the man you saw previously chopping wood --
smiling. Now that he was close you can see that he had neatly trimmed,
silver, hair and beard. His face was ruddy from being out in the cold and
it struck you that he had beautiful blue eyes.


"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to snoop -- I mean, they were
just laying on top of the desk!" You hold out both hands in a desperate
appeal, causing your "robe" to pull completely open.


The smile turned into a chuckle and the man looked meaningfully at your
crotch.


You looked down in horror to see your rock hard cock bobbing in the air
with strings of pre-cum puddling on the floor. "Damn! I'm sorry man!"
I'll clean it all up, I promise!"



"Dude! It's okay -- no harm done. I never thought to put those out of
sight. There's hardly ever anyone here besides me. If I'd known they
would effect you like that maybe I would have! ...or maybe not..." he
smiled.


"I didn't mean to get into your stuff! It was just laying there..." You
trailed off.


"Benjamin, settle down! I don't mind -- as a matter of fact, I'm
always pleased when I see that my work has the desired results."


"You, you're not mad?" you stammered.


"No. I'm not mad. I'm not even mildly upset. I left you a note telling
you make yourself at home. I left the drawings out in the open. You're a
young man with (I assume) a healthy libido. Honestly I'd be more upset
if they didn't turn you on."


He stepped to the counter and pulled a paper towel off the roll before
moving next to you. He knelt down and began to mop up the splotches of
pre-cum. As he was mopping up your puddles, he turned slightly toward you
and his cheek bumped into your still hard dick.


"Well hello there beautiful." he said softly and used a fingertip to
give you a tap on top of the shaft, causing it to bounce up and down
again and causing even more pre-cum to flow onto the floor in streams.


He looked up questioningly and placed his hand back onto your dick. "May
I?"


"Ummm sure." you replied nervously


He smiled again and tickled the underside of your cock with the tip of
his tongue. You inhaled sharply at the nearly unbearable pleasure that
small action caused. After a few moments he opened his mouth and placed
it over your dickhead. He began sucking gently and rubbed his tongue
against the underside of your organ. You begin to moan from his expert
ministrations.


He pulled his mouth from your dick and looked up to your face again. "Do
you like that?" he asked.


"Ugh, uhhh, YES!" you gurgle as you struggle to understand what was
happening.


"Great!" he said as he returned your dick to his mouth. This time, he
didn't stop at the head but quickly deep throated all seven inches of
you -- causing you to groan again.


Once his nose was buried in your pubic hair, he began to make swallowing
actions with his throat. He certainly knew what he was doing because the
muscles of his throat moved and clinched like a tight ass hole. You put
your hands on his head and began to face fuck him. When he realized what
you were doing, he lifted one of his hands in a "thumbs up" motion.


He then grasped the bottom of your ball sack and started to pull
firmly,,, not hard enough to cause pain but hard enough to cause
immediate pleasure in your balls and radiating upward and back into your
taint. The increased pressure and pleasure nearly made your knees buckle
but you steadied your self and began fucking his face harder. Soon you
felt your balls slapping against his chin. He continued to massage your
cock with his tongue. Within minutes, you felt the cum about to blast out
of your balls.


"I'm cumming!" you grunted. He nodded and grabbed your ass to pull you
even deeper into his mouth. You felt his thumb work it's way between
your butt cheeks and suddenly slide up your ass. The stimulation on your
hole caused you to lose control and you shot jet after jet into his mouth
-- "three, four, five, six!" You count the number of times you pulse
your cum.


He continued to suck your dick to get the very last drop of your sweet
cum. Your legs trembled as you collapsed back onto the office chair. Your
host finally pulled off your dick and stood up. He looked at you and
smiled again.


"Was it good for you?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice.


Still at a loss for what to say, you nodded vigorously. He chuckled again
and stuck out his hand to shake.


"I'm Dennis, just in case you haven't figured it out yet." You took
his hand and shook it almost as if you were meeting on the street.


"I'm Benjamin- Benji for short." you said.


"I don't normally greet my guests like this, but you looked so great
standing there I couldn't help myself. I see that you found the coffee
pot -- have you tried the muffins? Everyone around is eating bran muffins
-- I think they all taste like crap! I prefer cranberry orange myself,
with NO bran." He grabbed another mug from the dish drain and poured
himself a cup of the steaming coffee. Next, he pulled a chair from the
table and sat down.


You took the opportunity to collect your wits and re-arrange your
"robe". The office chair was close enough to the table that you only
had to swing it around to easily reach your own coffee mug. Dennis pushed
the plate with the muffins in your direction.


"Go ahead -- eat! I'm sure you must be starving, you burned a lot of
calories last night. You scared the hell out of me. I was afraid for
while there that you weren't going to make it."


You suddenly realized that you were famished and grabbed a muffin from
the offered plate. While you tore into the delicious food, you struggled
to remember the events of last night, but came up blank. "I don't
really remember anything after I fell down. What happened?" you asked.


"Well, luckily for you - you got stuck just a few feet from my driveway.
I was on my way home from town when I saw your flashers come on. When I
got close enough I could see that you were stuck in the snowbank. Your
engine was off and your windows were all frosted over -- I couldn't see
a thing inside. I knocked on the window, but there was no response, so I
opened the door and you were sitting there like a statue. You didn't
respond when I spoke to you, but you did blink your eyes, so I knew you
were still alive. I grabbed you and threw you into my truck and got you
here into the house as quick as I could.


I carried you into the living room and dropped you in front of the heater
while I stripped your clothes off. You were nearly completely blue -- I
was really afraid you might lose a few toes or fingertips, but it looks
like you've come out okay. Once I got your clothes off, I grabbed a
towel and rubbed you down to get you as dry as possible. By then, you'd
started to shiver again (which is a good sign by the way). I carried you
into the bedroom and tucked you in the bed. I put away all of my shopping
as quickly as I could, then stripped down and got into bed with you.


You were still shivering and your skin felt like ice, so I did the only
thing left -- I wrapped my arms around you and snuggled against your back
as close as I could. We lay like that for quite a while, but finally, you
stopped shivering and I could tell you were sleeping normally. I'm
pretty sure I drifted off right after that. I'm always an early riser,
so when I woke up and you were still asleep, I got dressed and went out
to do my chores. I fed the chickens and the horses. Then I took my truck
to the end of the driveway and pulled your car out of the snowbank. I
tried to start it, but saw that it was empty -- I guess that explains why
you were sitting there with no heat on... Anyway, I put some of my spare
gas into it and it cranked right up.


I'm afraid it won't do a lot of good though. The roads are impassable
and the snow plows won't get out this way for at least another two days
-- so I guess you're stuck here for now. I hope you don't mind."


You finally found your voice and blurted out -- "No! I don't mind! I
don't mind at all.

I, I mean... I want to say `Thank you' -- you've done so much for me!
You saved my life! I really thought I was going to die. I think I
remember seeing your headlights and then trying to turn on my hazard
lights -- but I wasn't even sure if I managed that. And then, when I
woke up in the bed, warm and dry... I, I just..." You can't speak any
more due to the lump in your throat and tears begin to spill from your
eyes.


Dennis swiftly moved from his seat and placed his hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay! You're alright. You're safe and you're with a
friend. I won't let anything happen to you while you're here."


You melted into his arms and hugged him fiercely. Never in your life
could you remember feeling so safe and cared for. You pulled back a few
inches and tentatively kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head to
face you and kissed you gently on the lips.


What started as a gentle kiss quickly developed into something much
deeper and more aggressive. You felt his tongue against your lips and
opened your mouth to allow him in. You used your own tongue to lick his
and the two of you took turns sucking each other's tongue. Your hands
crept up to the sides of his face and you pulled him in closer,
delighting in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth and
the warmth that was beginning to creep back into your recently drained
dick.


You felt Dennis' hands slide underneath your sparse clothing and the
warmth of them against your skin was like magic- tingling and warm,
touching, probing softly. You groaned and he pulled you even closer.


"Why don't we go someplace more comfortable?" He said, and stood up,
pulling you with him gently. You willingly stood and walked with him
across the room with your "robe" falling open. The warm air felt
wonderful on your ass and cock as you headed to the bedroom. Dennis took
one of your hands in his and gazed at your body with approval. "Wow --
you're really beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as sexy
as you before."


"Thanks", you replied. "I think you're pretty sexy too."


In the bedroom, he placed his arms around you and kissed you on the lips
again. He smiled and reached out to pull you back against him. Your cock
had reached full hardness and you ground it against the front of his
pants. You pulled back slightly and pulled his undershirt up and over his
head.


His chest was matted with silvery grey hair. You drew in a deep breath
and ran your hands gently over the silky pelt. When you reached his
nipples you began to lightly pinch them before you leaned in to kiss
them. He moaned when you nibbled gently and started sucking on them.


You pushed him back onto the bed and he sat with his knees apart. You
reached down and pulled off his socks. You got on your knees and began to
rub your face against the rough fabric of his jeans. You could feel his
hard dick through the layers of cloth -- he had leaked so much pre-cum
that there is a wet spot where the liquid soaked through the material.
You moaned softly and began to suck at the silver dollar sized spot,
loving the taste of his sweet pre-cum.


You stood up between his legs and leaned forward, pushing him to lay back
on the bed. Once he was fully reclined, you undid his belt and unbuttoned
his pants. You slid your hands inside his loosened pants and felt his
dick -- warm, wet from pre-cum. After a few minutes of fondling his dick,
you slowly lowered his zipper and to your surprise you saw his hard cock
spring upward as soon as it was freed from his jeans. You didn't expect
him to be commando, but you were quite happy he was. You grabbed the
waistband of his pants and began to pull them down. He lifted his ass off
the bed to make it easier and you pulled them completely off.


Without hesitation you engulfed his hard cock and immediately went all
the way to the base of his meat. He wasn't terribly long, but he was
quite thick and you had to stretch your jaws wide to get him all the way
in.


"Oh yeah, that's the way! Suck it! Suck my dick boy!" Dennis said
through clenched teeth as you sucked and licked his dick. "Don't stop!
It feels so GOOD! Oh, suck me!"


His constant encouragement gave you the impetus to push your face even
deeper into his bush. When you felt his dickhead against the back of your
throat, you swallowed and felt his cock slide further down your throat.
You never thought about it before, but you remember how his throat
massaged your dick just a few minutes earlier. With his cock wedged into
your throat you began to swallow. It was difficult at first, but you kept
trying and in just a few seconds you got the hang of it and it felt
better than any other oral sex you'd had. The pleasure it gave caused
your cock to bob up and down with the motions of your head in his crotch.


"Easy, buddy! Easy! It's been a long time and I'm about to cum
already."


You pulled your mouth off his prick and worked your way back up his body.
By the time you reached his face, you were nearly laying on top of his
hairy body. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you down
until your front side was pressed firmly against his.

You loved the way his hairy chest rubbed against your nipples and the
warm feel of his arms around you. His dick, wet and slimy with your spit
and his precum rubbed against your own rock hard meat. OH God! You felt
like you were in heaven -- you spread your legs to straddle his torso and
slid further up his body until his dickhead slid up your taint and on to
your ass crack. Your breath caught when you felt his prick rubbing
against your hole.


He was pretty thick and you weren't sure you could take his cock without
a LOT more lube, but you pushed back onto his pole. Your hole allowed his
cock to slide inward but you backed off before it could fully penetrate
your ring.


"I'm sorry daddy" you panted. "I think we're going to need more
lube."


"Not a problem." he said as he released his arms from around your
shoulders. I know exactly what we need." You moved to the side to allow
him to get up. He arose from the bad and pulled out the bottom drawer of
the dresser. From inside he picked up a bottle of Ultra lGide lubricant.
He held it up for you to see and said, "We'll use this in another few
minutes. Right now, though, I'm going to add to what's already there.
Now, get up on your hands and knees with your butt facing me."


You did as you were told and turned across the bed until your ass was
pointed directly toward your lover. You felt his warm hands on the cheeks
of your ass. He gently rubbed his face from cheek to cheek and his beard
tickled your hole each time he passed over. You began to moan with each
pass over your boy pussy. Your dick twitched and you nearly shot a second
load when you felt his tongue begin to invade your body. Dennis was
moaning now as well and began to rim you in earnest. He washed your ass
with wide, wet strokes of his tongue, moving from side to side and up and
down over your hole. When he stiffened his tongue and pushed as far into
you as he could, you gasped and then let out a moan of your own.


"Yes Daddy! Fuck my boyhole -- let me feel your tongue inside of me."

His response was to groan and shove his face as tightly against your ass
as possible, pushing his tongue even further into your sphincter.


You grabbed a pillow and bit down, simply to keep from howling with
pleasure from the exquisite feeling of his tongue fucking your ass. Just
when you thought it couldn't get any better, you felt something else
pushing against your hole along with his tongue. Without stopping his
tongue massage, he slipped a finger into your hole alongside his tongue.
After a minute or so, you felt his tongue leaving your hole and a second
finger took its' place. Your lover was trying to be considerate and go
slow, but your ass was screaming with the need for something bigger and
hotter than his two fingers.


"Mmmmmmm..." you sighed at the new delight, wiggling your ass and trying
to push even further onto his fingers. For a reward you were given a
third finger that stretched your ass ring wide.

The third finger also hit your prostate and caused you to jump at the
sudden sensation.


"Fuck me Daddy!" you whimpered as you looked back at him from over your
shoulder. "I want to feel your dick deep inside me!"


Dennis straightened from where he'd been kneeling on the floor. Without
taking his fingers out of your ass, he leaned over and gave you another
kiss.


"Do you really want me to fuck you"? he asked. "Because I really,
REALLY want to fuck you. I want to push my dick as far inside you as I
can get and fuck you until I can't stand it anymore. I want to shoot my
cum up your ass and then watch as it dribbles out of your sweet boy
hole!"


"Oh! Yes Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! I want to feel your cum running
out of my ass!"


You watched as he picked up the bottle of lube and began to slather it on
his throbbing cock. You moaned again as he plastered a generous dollop on
your hole and began to work it in with his fingers. You let out an even
louder groan when he pushed several fingers even deeper into your ass
than he had before and your cock bounced wildly when he, once again, hit
your prostate.


"Please Daddy! I need to feel your thick cock in my ass! I need you to
fuck me! Now! Please Daddy, fuck my ass!" you cried as you bucked and
jumped from the pleasure you were receiving.


"Yes, son" he spoke softly into your ear.


You felt his hands on your hips again as he set his dick against the
entry of your ass and began to pull you back onto his pole. Gently but
firmly he began to enter you, taking his time and being as gentle as he
could. You felt your ass ring begin to stretch as he pushed his thick
meat relentlessly into your hole. For a moment the pain was an exquisite
pleasure that nearly caused you to pass out. You could feel his thick
dick as the head slid past your sphincter and the rest of his tool
followed. Slowly, gently, stopping every few seconds to allow you to
adjust he entered you all the way to the root of his cock. You could feel
his wiry pubic hair rubbing your ass and his balls against your taint.


Once he reached bottom, he sat still for a moment and soaked in the
luxurious feel of your tight,hot ass. When he judged that you'd had long
enough to get acclimated to his meat inside your ass, he began to pull
back. Slowly, slowly... he pulled back until only the head of his cock was
still inside your ass. He immediately started his inward stroke. Within
minutes he was pounding you with a steady rhythm -- in, out, in, out.
With each stroke he picked up just a little more speed and with a little
more force. Once he was satisfied that you were okay and not in excessive
pain, he began fucking you in earnest -- slamming into you deep and hard.
With each stroke his cock scrubbed across your prostate, causing you
immense pleasure.


"I'm almost there Son! Daddy is just about to shoot his cum up your
ass! Is that what you want? Do you want Daddy's cum?" As he spoke, he
reached around your waist and took your streaming cock into his hand. He
began to jack it in the same rhythm as he fucked your ass.


"YES! DADDY!" You yelled as he began a final assault on your ass.
"Give me your cum daddy! Give me your cum! Shoot it deep into my ass!
Breed me! Daddy, PLEASE, I need your cum!"


After just a few more thrusts, he said, "That's it! I'm coming boy!
Daddy's giving you his cum! Then, he grunted and slammed his dick into
your ass with enough force to nearly knock you off your hands and knees.
He held your hips smashed against his crotch and it seemed as if he was
trying to force his balls into your hole along with his dick. "Oh yes,
baby -- that was the nicest fuck I've had in years!"


The combination of his words in your ear, his cock caressing your
prostate and his hand jerking your dick sent you over the edge. Although
you'd just shot a load barely fifteen minutes earlier, your dick began
spewing a huge load of cum everywhere. Over Dennis' hand, your own
belly, the bed sheets and even onto the floor on the other side of the
bed!

Dennis collapsed and fell beside you on the bed. His dick oozed from your
stretched out hole and you felt his cum as it began to dribble from your
ass. You snuggled down beside your lover and pressed your back into his
chest and stomach. You opened your legs slightly and reached between them
in search of his dick. When you found it you pulled gently, stretching it
until you could sandwich the head between your thighs.


You realized that your bout of lovemaking had worn you out completely --
you still hadn't recovered fully from your ordeal of the night before.
It was all you could do to keep your eyes open.


"I'm sorry that I made such a mess on your sheets." you murmur. You
only answer was a soft snore emanating from the man who had just pumped
his cum into your ass.


Dennis


I had gone to town to stock up on necessities before the storm hit.
We're used to snow this far north, but this storm was supposed to be a
real banger. After loading the truck with bags of chicken and horse feed,
I went to the Grand Union and grabbed a few groceries. I didn't need a
lot because I made it a point to always have at least a week's supply of
food at home -- you never knew when the weather or a car issue could keep
you home bound for a week or more.


By the time I left Plattsburgh, the snow was pelting down. It was wet and
heavy and I knew that no matter what they did to the roads, they were
going to be greasy and dangerous. Thankful for the extra four hundred
pounds of feed on the truck I headed toward home. By the time I passed
the airport, the light was failing and I could tell that I was going to
be driving the last few miles in total darkness.


The roads were pretty much deserted -- folks in the north country know
that when the local weather reports call for "record breaking
snowfalls" they're not just trying to scare people. I only passed one
other vehicle in the eighteen miles to my place. I was just a few hundred
yards from my driveway when I saw a set of flashers come on. I was barely
creeping along as it was, but I slowed down even more to be sure I
didn't slide into the other vehicle when I hit the brakes.


Surprisingly, the car was sitting only a few feet from my mail box, but
the snow was so heavy, I doubt the driver even knew there was a mailbox
there. I turned into my driveway and stopped my truck. I got out and
fought my way through the knee high snow to the stopped car. I had a
flashlight with me and shone it around the vehicle. From its' position
in the snowbank, I could tell the driver had hit a patch of ice and was
slammed front end first into the hard packed snow.


The car wasn't running and the windshield as well as all of the side
windows were actually frosted over. There was only a few inches of snow
accumulated on the hood and rooftop, so the car hadn't been here more
than forty-five minutes to an hour at the most.


I tapped on the driver's window but got no answer. I shown my flashlight
into the car, and thought I saw someone inside -- but the frost distorted
the view so much I couldn't be sure. But someone MUST have been there,
otherwise how were the emergency flashers activated? I knocked on the
window again with more force, but there was still no response. I opened
the car's door and again used my flashlight to aid in my search.


Behind the wheel was a young man. When I spoke he simply stared straight
ahead and didn't respond. I put my hand on his shoulder to give him a
small shake. When I touched his shirt, I recoiled in horror. Not only was
his shirt too thin for an Adirondack winter, but I was literally FROZEN.
I could feel the ice crystals against my hand. When I looked closer, I
could see that his hair was also filled with snow and ice crystals. I
shook the man harder and shouted into his face -- "HELLO! If you can
hear me, nod your head!"


I watched his face desperately hoping that I hadn't found him too late.
Probably because I was watching his face so closely, I saw him blink his
eye. "Thank you God!" I thought -- there's still hope.


I reached inside and grabbed the guy by the front of his coat and heaved
out of the car. He was about one hundred and fifty pounds, but years of
tossing bags of feed around had helped me stay in half way decent shape,
so I was able to pull him out of the vehicle and throw him over my
shoulder in a fireman's carry.


I carried him through the snow and put him into my truck. I cranked the
heat as high as it would go and slammed the door. I trudged back to the
stranded car and sat down behind the steering wheel. I could see that the
keys were in the ignition, so I shut down the flashers and the heater
blower, before I turned the key to see if the car would start. The
windshield wipers nearly gave me a heart attack when they began banging
the snow in an effort to clear the windshield. I found the wiper switch
and turned them off before trying the key a second time. Again, the
engine turned over easily but failed to start. When I looked at the gas
gauge, I realized why -- his gas tank was empty.


Not wanting to kill the battery, I turned off the ignition and placed the
keys in my pocket. I then used my flashlight to look around the car's
interior. I saw a suitcase laying on the back seat. The top was askew and
I could see clothing peeking out of the partially opened lid. I quickly
grabbed it and slammed the door. Once again, I trudged back through the
deepening snow to my truck. I dropped the suitcase into the truck bed and
climbed into the vehicle. I figured the other vehicle would be safe where
it was, at least until morning -- no snowplows would be coming through
this far out for at least two or three days.


I put the truck in gear and started to creep up my driveway. I hadn't
taken the time to lock the hubs, so I couldn't use the four wheel drive.
The rear wheels broke traction a couple of times, but the extra four
hundred pounds of feed in the back did the trick and I was able to
navigate the distance from the road to the parking area next to my back
door.


I left the engine running while I jumped out and unlocked the door. I
then moved around to the other truck door to pull my comatose passenger
from his seat. I threw him over my shoulder again and hurried inside with
him.


I had banked the fire in my wood heater before I left, so the room was
cooler than normal, but it felt like heaven compared to outside. I
flipped on the light and lay my burden on the rug in front of my heater.
With the light on, I could see that the man was actually quite young,
possibly not even out of his teens. Stopping only to throw open the flue,
I began to strip the ice laden clothes off the young man as quickly as
possible. When he was completely nude, I rushed to the bathroom and
grabbed a thick bath towel. I sat cross legged on the floor and lifted
the boy into my lap. His skin was cold to the touch and also wet from the
snow melting off his body and out of his hair. I wrapped the towel around
him and began toweling him roughly to get him dried off and to encourage
blood flow.


After ten minutes or so, he was as dry as he was going to get so I go to
my feet and carried him to my bed. As I lay him on the bed, I noticed
that he was beginning to shiver -- which was a good sign. I tucked him
into the bed and rushed back out to my truck to bring in his suitcase and
whatever liquid groceries might burst during the night due to the cold.


When I was finished, I filled the wood heater with as much wood as I
could stuff into it and banked it again to last through the night.


I returned to my bedroom and stripped off my own clothes. I turned off
the light and climbed under the blankets with my "guest". I pushed my
chest and stomach against his back and wrapped my arm around his
shoulders. His skin was still so icy that I gasped when I touched him,
but I ignored the discomfort and snuggled against him as closely as
possible. With my arm draped over his shoulder, I reached down and
briskly rubbed his chest and stomach with my hand to create some warmth
through friction.


After a few minutes of rubbing, the boy made his first sound -- he gave a
low moan and pushed his back tighter against my body. I continued to
massage him for as long as I could stay awake. Before I drifted off to
sleep, I could tell that his cold tremors had lessened considerably and
he seemed to be sleeping more normally.


When I awoke the next morning, the boy was still pressed against me, and
to my surprise, my cock was sandwiched between his ass cheeks. To make it
even more awkward, I had a serious case of morning wood, and needed to
piss something fierce. When I went to move away the boy made an unhappy
noise and snuggled back against me -- wiggling his ass in the process.
The motion made my dick jump and I was half afraid I'd impale him in his
sleep.


When I started to pull away from the boy's backside, the hair on my
chest and crotch felt almost as if it was being ripped out. To my horror,
I realized that I must have shot a load onto the boy during the night. My
hard cock felt as though it wanted to explode in another orgasm simply
from laying beside the young man. Holding on to every bit of self control
I had, I quickly slid out of the bed and tucked in the still warm
blankets around his slender body. He again, made an irritated noise and
wiggled in the bed. I padded to the bathroom and began to pee. Although
it was initially hard to get started (thanks to my hard on) the flow
seemed to go on and on before finally dribbling to a stop. I flicked the
last few drops off my dickhead and washed myself off in the sink. It took
quite a bit to get all the cum out of my thick body hair.


I now was in a quandary -- If I had that much dried cum all over my
front, the boy must have an equally large amount dried on his backside. I
finally decided that I had no choice and ran a pan of warm water and
picked up a clean wash cloth. I padded back to the bedside and placed the
pan on the top of the dresser. I then lifted the blankets gently and
began to wipe the dried cum off the young man's ass and back.


I'd made the water as warm as I could stand it, so the warm, wet cloth
didn't awaken the boy. When I moved down to wash his bottom, he began to
moan and squirm like he'd done the night before. By the time I finished
getting him clean, my dick was dripping pre-cum like a fountain. I
forcibly restrained myself and went back to the bathroom to empty the pan
of wash water.


Back in the bedroom, I put on clean clothes. I then went into the kitchen
and got the cook stove lit and put together a pot of coffee. While the
coffee was heating, I went back to the living room and picked up the
boy's sodden clothes from where I'd left them on the rug. I went
through the pants pockets and found some change in a front pocked and a
wallet in the other.


I opened the wallet and pulled out a West Virginia driver's license --
"Benjamin S---" was the name on the license and the picture matched the
boy currently asleep in my bed. According to the license, he was nineteen
years old. "Thank God' I breathed softly.


I went to my desk and wrote a short note, folded it and addressed it to
Benjamin. Retracing my steps to the bedroom, I put the money and wallet
into a dresser drawer and propped the note against the mirror where
Benjamin would see it if he woke up.


By now, the coffee pot was percolating away and I poured myself a cup of
hot, bitter goodness. I drank my coffee before going out to my truck to
fetch Benjamin's suitcase. I gathered the suitcase and grabbed the
clothes I'd stripped off Benjamin the night before. I took them through
the kitchen to the mud room where I had an improvised clothes line set
up. The room was much colder than the rest of the house, but at least it
was above freezing, so the clothes could thaw out and begin to dry. I set
a box fan on a table and turned it to an angle to blow on the wet clothes
-- that should help them dry more quickly.


It was still dark when I got out of bed, but now, the sky was beginning
to lighten and by the time I finished hanging up clothes, it was fully
day light. I brought the rest of my groceries inside and hitched the snow
plow to my truck. Locking the hubs, I started the job of clearing my
driveway. The four wheel drive barely managed to push through the heavy
snow, with the big blade throwing the snow to the side. I had put a
gallon jug of gas into the truck before I started plowing and when I
finally reached Benjamin's car I opened the gas cap and poured the fuel
into the tank.


I took the car's keys from my pocket and once again put them into the
ignition. The engine turned over a few times before catching with a low
roar. When I was sure the vehicle wouldn't shut off, I got out and
pulled out the tow cable what was on the winch mounted over my front
bumper. I attached the cable to the frame of Benjamin's car. I turned on
the winch and watched the car slowly edge its way out of the ditch. Once
it was free of the deep snow, I removed the tow cable and drove it to the
house, parking it in the area I had cleared previously. After I retrieved
my truck and parked it beside the boy's car, I went to the barn to feed
the horses and chickens.


On the way to the woodpile, I stuck my head in the back door but there
was no sight or sound of my guest, so I closed the door and proceeded to
the woodpile and the never ending chore of splitting kindling and
firewood.


Splitting wood could be a boring chore, but I actually enjoyed it. Muscle
memory allowed for getting quite a bit of work done while working out
knotty mental issues. Right now, I was trying to figure out what Benjamin
was doing here -- and why I didn't mind. I'm not really a "people
person" which is the main reason I live by myself twenty miles outside
of town.


As I settled into the rhythm of splitting and stacking, I couldn't help
but remember last night. The terror that the boy might actually have
frozen to death, my hurry to get him dry and warm, and... the way my body
reacted as he lay pressed against my chest. At first, his skin was cold
to the touch and it was enough to give me the chills as well. Eventually
though, he began to warm up and as he did, his body began to relax and
meld into my own. That was when I began to notice that his buttocks were
sandwiching my cock between his ass cheeks -- and causing me to develop
an erection.


I was in quite a quandary -- he wasn't even conscious and I had no
intention of molesting a boy who couldn't say "Yes" or "No". But, as
he continued to snuggle against me, his butt continued to rub against my
hard cock, filling me with the desire to slide deep into his backside. It
seemed that the more relaxed he got, the more energetically he rubbed his
crack over my cock. I lay in agony for what seemed like forever before
the situation took care of itself.


I normally had very good control over my sexual responses, but I'd been
going through a "dry spell" for over a year now, and I hadn't had an
orgasm in what seemed like forever. Rosy Palm and the four Finger Sisters
were a distinctly inferior substitute for the real thing.


Although what was happening might not have been "the real thing" it was
closer than anything I'd had in a long, long time. I barely reached a
realization of what was about to happen when I exploded in a major
orgasm. I blasted shot after shot into the boy's crack and up his back.
His backside and my front were coated with my cum. The intense release
was almost like a sleeping pill and I fell asleep almost immediately.


When I awoke, Benjamin and I were nearly glued together with dried cum.
Thankfully, his backside was smooth and practically hairless -- me on the
other hand... Pulling away from his back was almost like sticking duct
tape on my chest hair and ripping it off with a jerk. When I finally
disengaged, I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I allowed
the hot water to run as I emptied my bladder. By the time I finished, the
water was running warm and I quickly sponged myself down to remove the
dried cum before getting dressed. I had a quick argument with myself
regarding whether I should try to get Benjiman cleaned up as well. I was
afraid that if I tried to wash him off, he'd wake up and think I was
trying to molest him. On the other hand, what if he woke up and realized
he was covered in cum?


I finally decided to get him cleaned up as much as possible. I ran a pan
full of warm water and a wash cloth and went back to the bedroom. I
pulled the blankets to the side and began to quickly wipe down the boy's
back and buttocks. As I cleaned my cum from his crack, he moaned quietly
and actually opened his legs wider. I thought he might have been
awakened, but a small snore assured me that he'd slept through his bath.
He must have been totally exhausted to sleep so soundly, but I was glad
he did. With his legs opened, I could see the rosebud surrounding his
hole and my cock began to swell again. I quickly pulled the blankets back
into place and went to empty the pan of bath water before I did something
I shouldn't.


The memories of the night before had gotten me aroused AGAIN. I stacked
my last armload of wood and walked to the house with a raging hard on.


I entered the mud room through the back door (quietly, in case the boy
was still asleep) and removed my boots before padding across to the
kitchen door. Through the window of the door, I could see my guest
sitting at my desk. He was leafing through a stack of my drawings and
even from outside the door I could tell that he was casually stroking his
cock. He must have enjoyed the drawings because there were small puddles
of pre-cum on the floor between his feet. The shirt I'd left for him to
use was opened and gave me a good view of his lean, smooth body- and,
again, my dick lurched in my pants at the sight.


I quietly opened the kitchen door and stepped inside, enjoying the view.


Finally, I could stand it no longer and spoke up. "They can really get
to you, can't they?"


The boy jumped like he'd been jabbed with a cattle prod and knocked a
stack of pictures off the desktop as he whirled around. "Oh shit! I'm
so sorry! I didn't mean to snoop -- I mean, they were just laying on top
of the desk!"


He held out both hands in a desperate appeal, causing his "robe" to
pull completely open and I felt my cock jump again. If things kept on
like this I was going to cum in my pants without even touching myself.


The boy continued to apologize, but I waved him down. "It's okay! It's
okay! You haven't done anything wrong. If I was worried about anyone
seeing those drawings, I'd have put them somewhere out of sight."


I moved to the counter and grabbed a couple of paper towels. I moved over
to where the boy was standing and knelt at his feet to clean his pre-cum
off the floor. As I turned I accidentally brushed against his cock with
my cheek, which caused another ribbon of precum to flow to the floor.


"Well, hello there good looking." I said and tapped the top of his cock
with my forefinger. "May I?" I asked permission.


"Uhhmmm, uh, sure." He answered.


I placed my hands on his ass and place my mouth on the head of his cock,
rubbing the underside of his dickhead with my tongue. Soon he was moaning
out loud and dribbling pre-cum non-stop- and it tasted DELICIOUS.


I pulled back slightly in order to look up and ask him "Do you like
that?"


"Yes! Oh yes!" he replied.


"Great!" I said and returned my attention to his dick. I couldn't
resist anymore and quickly deep throated his sweet piece of meat. It felt
SO GOOD sliding between my lips and bumping against the back of my
throat. Once I had him completely engulfed, I continued to push, burying
my nose into his wiry bush. His smell was intoxicating and I inhaled
deeply enjoying the musky scent of his crotch.


After letting his dick soak for a few minutes, I began to work my throat
and tongue -- massaging his cock with my throat muscles and sliding my
tongue along the underside. His groans were coming one after the other
and he reached down and took my head in his hands, trying to pull me even
tighter against his crotch.


I was in heaven! Such a sweet, beautiful cock and a guy who knew how to
treat a cock sucker. Oh yes! I lifted a hand and gave him a big thumbs
up. Evidently he got my message because he took a firmer grip on my head
and began to withdraw his dick from my throat. I didn't have time to
miss his pole though, because once he withdrew as far as the head, he
immediately began to slide back in.


He built up a nice smooth rhythm, in, out, in, out- his cock traveling
from just inside my lips to slither back inside until it pushed against
the back of my throat. SOOOOO WONDERFUL! I reached up and took a good
hold on his nutsack and began to pull it downward. Firmly, but gently
putting pressure on his sensitive scrotum.


He indicated his approval by speeding up his thrusts and trying to push
deeper into my throat.


"I'm getting close!" he groaned.


At that, I rubbed the fingers of my free hand around the base of his cock
and my lips, collecting some of the pre-cum and spit that had gathered
there. I then rubbed the slippery mixture over my thumb and began to slip
it between his ass cheeks. When I touched his puckered hole he gasped and
I thought he was going to shoot his load right then, but he steadied
himself and continued fucking my mouth. My nose was bumping his bush and
at the same time, his balls were slapping against my chin -- I nearly
lost control myself. I pushed my thumb against his anus with a little
more pressure and it slipped right in.


The feel of my thumb in his ass caused Benji to lose it and he began to
spurt into my mouth. Three, four, ... six, seven! Seven huge squirts of
cum splattered against the inside of my mouth and I swallowed every drop.
After such a long time without sex, I nearly shot my own load all over
the floor that I'd just cleaned. I didn't though, I managed to control
myself and pulled my mouth off his quickly deflating cock. The intensity
of his orgasm must have surprised him because he nearly collapsed
backward onto the desk chair.


I looked upward and asked, "Was it good for you?"


He didn't speak, but nodded jerkily almost as if he was still in the
throes of his orgasm.


I stood up and extended my hand to shake, "I'm Dennis."


He took my hand and said "I'm Benjamin, Benji for short."


"I don't normally greet people this way," I said, "but you looked so
great standing there I couldn't help myself!"


I offered him some of my homemade muffins and he dug right in. While he
ate, I told him my side of what happened last night. Of how afraid I was
that I found him too late and how happy I was when I realized that he was
still alive. How I stripped him out of his wet, frozen clothes and tucked
him into my bed. How I spent the night with my arms wrapped around him to
give him as much of my warmth as I could. (I left out the part about
cumming all over his ass and back.) I also took the opportunity to
explain the situation with the roads and the snow plows and that he would
probably be stuck with me for the next two or three days.


When I finished, he sat still for a minute and then said, "I don't
really remember anything after I fell. I THINK I remember seeing
headlights and trying to turn on my hazard lights. But, I wasn't sure if
what I saw was even real..." His voice broke and tears filled his eyes,
"I thought I was going to die!"


I moved over in front of him and put my arms around his shoulders. In
return, he lay his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly. We sat like
that for several long seconds before he drew back and kissed me on the
cheek. I turned my face toward his and took a chance on kissing his lips
softly. He leaned into the kiss so I gently pushed my tongue against his
lips and he opened his mouth and sucked it inside.


What started as a relatively minor kiss quickly devolved into a heavy
make out session. When I slipped my hands underneath his "robe", I
couldn't believe how soft and smooth his skin was. And when I slipped my
hand between his legs, I could tell that he was already getting hard
again and ready for another round.


I took his hand and started to walk toward the bedroom. "Why don't we
go someplace a bit more comfortable?" I said.


When we got to the bedroom, I turned and took him in my arms. After a few
moments of tongue wrestling, he pulled off my shirt and began working my
nipples and chest. I slid my hands down and began to squeeze and fondle
his ass. He pushed forward into me and I let him push me back against the
side of the bed.


When I felt the bed behind my knees, I sat down and opened my legs. He
immediately knelt and took off my socks. He then began to rub his face
against the front of my jeans, paying special attention to the wet spot
cause by my seriously leaking cock.


When he unbuckled my belt and pants, I lifted my ass off the bed and he
pulled my pants down and completely off. With no hesitation, he took my
dick in his wet mouth and immediately slid down to the base. I could tell
that he didn't have a lot of experience with sucking dick, but he seemed
to be a natural- using his tongue, lips and even his teeth to gently
stimulate my cock. After a few moments, I felt him make a swallowing
motion and my dick slid even deeper into his throat.


I felt like I was in heaven! Such a hot, wet, TALENTED mouth! I had to
stop him before I blew my load.


"Easy, buddy! Easy! It's been a long time and I'm about to cum
already." I said.


He pulled his mouth off my cock and worked his way back up my body. He
lay on top of me and we continued to kiss and grind our cocks against
each other. After a few seconds he slid further upward until his ass was
above my cock. He then pushed back against it, pressing his tight asshole
against the head of my raging hard-on. I applied some pressure of my own
and felt the wet head of my cock begin to ease its way inside his hole --
but he pulled off and said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but I think we need some
more lube."


I moved from under him and got out of bed. The bottom drawer of the
dresser was where I kept my toys, condoms and lube. I pulled out a tube
of Ultra-Glide and held it up.


"This should do the trick." I said. "But first, I want to add a bit of
my OWN lube to your hole."


I had him get up on his hands and knees across the bed. I then placed a
hand on each side of his ass and separated his cheeks. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL
SIGHT! His tiny rosebud hole surrounded by the creamy flesh of his
beautiful ass. I rubbed my face all over his ass, scrubbing it with my
beard and kissing every inch. I used the flat of my tongue to wash his
crack with broad, slow strokes. When I used the tip of my tongue to
tickle his hole -- he let out a whimper...


When I stiffened my tongue and pushed inside his tight ass ring, his
whimper became a deep, full throated moan. "Yes! Yes daddy! Fuck my ass
daddy -- please! Fuck me with your tongue! I rimmed and licked his hole
as deep as I could, getting it wet and loose before slipping my finger
in, alongside my tongue.


"Oh god -- yes! Don't stop! Please fuck me daddy!" I continued
licking, rimming and poking with my finger, soon I added a second finger
and finally a third. He was groaning and clutching at my pillowcase,
pushing back against my fingers -- not to try to expel them, but to get
them as deep into his ass as he could.


I pulled my tongue out of his hole and leaned forward to kiss him. "Do
you really want me to fuck you"? I asked. "Because I really, REALLY
want to fuck you. I want to push my dick as far inside you as I can get
and fuck you until I can't stand it anymore. I want to shoot my cum up
your ass and then watch as it dribbles out of your sweet boy hole!"


I opened the tube of lube and rubbed a generous dollop over my cock. I
squeezed another generous amount over and around his loose, wet hole and
rubbed it inside with my fingers.


"Oh! Yes Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! I want to feel your cum running
out of my ass!"


"Please Daddy! I need to feel your thick cock in my ass! I need you to
fuck me! Now! Please Daddy, fuck my ass!" he cried as he bucked and
jumped from the pleasure he was receiving.


"Yes, son" I spoke softly into his ear. When I felt he was slick
enough, I placed the head of my dick against his ass ring and began to
push -- slowly, but firmly. I held onto his waist and pulled him back
onto my invading pole.


I was about to go crazy with desire. I wanted nothing more than to slam
my dick as deep and as hard as I could into his boy pussy, but I
maintained my composure. I continued to slide in deeper and deeper.
Slowly, stopping often to let the boy adjust to the pressure. After what
seemed forever, my pubic hair scrubbed against his ring and my balls were
pressed against his taint. After enjoying the feeling of his warm guts
for a few seconds, I began to withdraw- slowly, slowly...


We fucked slowly like that for quite a while, giving him time to adjust
to the thick dick sliding in and out of his ass. Eventually, however, I
began to speed up, a little at a time until I really was slapping my
balls against his ass.


Finally, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I reached around and
took his streaming dick in my hand and began to jack him with the same
rhythm I was fucking his ass.


"I'm almost there Son! Daddy is just about to shoot his cum up your
ass! Is that what you want? Do you want Daddy's cum?"


"YES! DADDY!" He yelled as I began a final assault on his ass. "Give
me your cum daddy! Give me your cum! Shoot it deep into my ass! Breed me!
Daddy, PLEASE, I need your cum!"


After just a few more thrusts, I said, "That's it! I'm coming boy!
Daddy's giving your his cum! His encouragement pushed me over the edge
and I grunted and slammed my dick into his ass with enough force to
nearly knock him off his hands and knees. I held his hips smashed against
my crotch and it seemed as if he was trying to force my balls into his
hole along with my dick. "Oh yes, baby -- that was the nicest fuck I've
had in years!" I said.


I guess the force of my orgasm was more than he could bear and he began
to shoot his own load- over my hand, the sheets, even over the edge of
the bed onto the floor. It was EVERYWHERE -- and I loved it.


I have to admit that I fell asleep almost immediately. The stress and
strain of the night before, plus the exertion of splitting wood and
finally such an intense sexual encounter was just too much for me. I
could tell that Benji was trying to tell me something, but I was sound
asleep before he could get it out.


Epilogue


That was over five years ago. Benji DID get the job in Plattsburgh, but
he didn't move to Plattsburgh- he lives with me now. I can't begin to
describe the ways he has made my life better. The joy of having someone
to come home to at the end of the day. Watching him learn how to care for
the animals and do chores around the house. Being proud when he earns a
bonus at work for being so good at his job. And also, for being the best
lover any man could ever hope for. Thank God, I saw those hazard lights.


End