Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2012 19:25:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Snowman, Toad and Badger

The Snowman, Toad and Badger
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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I'm the Snowman and I work construction.  Wythetown is my family's home
town, but I was raised in Dallas. My Mom was what they call unlucky in
love. She was a loving woman, but Granddad said she was weak in the common
sense division. She had a rich fantasy life, but her approach to planning
ahead was to hope for good luck. She hoped my father would divorce his wife
and marry her when she got pregnant. That didn't work out too well.

She stayed with Granddad for a while, but she decided to move to Dallas
where there were more millionaires to marry.  My Grandparents were hard
working farmers.  For some reason my mom thought working to achieve success
was cheating. You should marry money.

We moved to Dallas when I was six. If I had been older I could have told
her that a trailer park was the wrong place to find millionaires.  I went
to school but dropped out when I was sixteen. We needed the money. Mom
never got the knack for working or finding a husband.  I was 10 when I knew
her judgment in men was bad. A millionaire and a used car salesman were
about the same to her.  She had a couple of bad boyfriends, but by the time
I was 13 I was too big to fuck with.

I wasn't good at school, but I got a job as a construction laborer as soon
as I left school. No one guessed I was only 16.  Mom had burned her bridges
back in Wythetown except for a card at Christmas. Once I got the job she
gave up working to concentrate on the hunt for the millionaire.  By then
she had lost her looks; she tried to repair the damage by generous use of
cosmetics.  She also had gained weight.

When I was 20, she began to lose weight. I thought she was trying to get he
looks back, but that wasn't it.  She didn't stop losing weight. She died
just before Christmas, a year later. I called Granddad and he came bring
her home to the family plot.

He was pissed when he found out I had quit school and had been supporting
mom. He didn't say anything, but he was pissed. I came back to Wythetown
and Granddad got me a job with a local construction firm. I found a small
apartment and felt rich.  One could live on my salary better than two. Apex
Construction was a good firm and I got to work with Old Tom, their most
experienced superintendent.

Old Tom looked like Gabby Hayes after a month long bender, but he knew his
stuff. I had only two skills. I showed up on time every day and I did was I
was told.  Tom liked me. He did things right, so I learned a lot.  The
boss, Mr. Colton, liked me too.  I got raises.

I worked with two guys most of the time, Toad was a towering five feet two,
but built like a bulldog, and the other guy, Badger, was a scrawny guy who
made it to five feet five.  I'm six-feet-five inches tall and well over 250
pounds, mostly muscle, so we made an odd looking group. I have blond,
almost white hair.  That is why they called me the Snowman.  I was pretty
much bald by the time I was 20, but if I could have done a comb over with
my back hair, I could have looked like I had a full head of hair.  Toad
looked like a macho gorilla; Badger was bald, had a Fu Manchu and looked as
if he hadn't taken his meds.

 Tom called us his Strike Team Alpha, or the STA. We could do just about
everything quickly. When there was a problem he sent us in to get things
done. We were all hard workers and fast.  Toad liked to keep things clean
and neat. We did a lot of fancy homes and additions. I found out later the
boss man called the owners and told them we weren't as bad as we looked.

Badger was raised right and was old school polite. He was "yes sir or no
ma'am" all the time. Toad was pretty much too shy to talk to a client. He
had a cleft lip that wasn't repaired too well and he didn't talk to
strangers. His big beard hid it, but you knew when he talked. One of a
client's kids made fun of the way he talked.  Toad was use to that from his
days in school and he expected it. The kid's mother did not expect it. She
took it really badly.  The mother asked me how her daughter should
apologize.  I said I would tell him she was sorry.  It would be too
embarrassing to say it directly.

The next say we got fresh baked cookies. That hit the spot. For the rest of
the job we got cookies, a cake or pastries once or twice a week. The mom
had been standoffish, but she warmed up.  Her husband later told us she was
afraid of us. She turned out to be really nice.

As you may have guessed the members of Strike Team Alpha were exactly babe
magnets. People tended to walk on the other side of the street when they
saw us. That wasn't much of a problem for me. I didn't turn girls on, and
they didn't turn me on much.

When I was in Dallas, I went off on out of town jobs and shared a motel
room with two other construction guys. For about three months I was with
guy, Lonnie, who like porn. He especially liked women with big breasts.  I
got to know a lot about women's boobs. Lonnie was a nice guy, but it was an
obsession. Breasts didn't do much for me, especially after the first month
of nightly boob flicks.

One movie did hit the spot for me.  It was with a big boobed woman and a
guy Lonnie called the Hedgehog. The man's real name was Ron Jeremy and he
was horse hung. His cock was big, hard and perpetually in use. He was sort
of a stud in his earlier movies, but he filled out. His cock remained big
and busy.

Hedgehog had a trick. He would do a countdown and then shoot his load when
he hit zero.  He always shot a big load. Lonnie wanted him to shoot in
her. "He needs to shoot and them pump fast and turn it into scrambled
eggs!" he would say. The other guy in the room pointed out if he did, it
would be real hard to film. I asked who in hell would eat the scrambled
eggs.

"I would mind sampling a cunt cooked meal once and a while," Lonnie
said. "I ate my one once that way."

"How was it?" I asked.

"Salty and a little fishy tasting," he replied. Lonnie was open minded.

We watched a slew of Hedgehog movies that summer. Hedgehog loved his work
and enjoyed every minute, and I looked as if the girls liked it too. I
admit most of the girls weren't fresh and virginal looking, but he had a
good time. I liked the movies too.

It took me a while to understand I liked the Hedgehog's cock, not the cum
coated cunt he shoved it in. I also wondered what his man seed tasted like,
although I wanted it straight form the spigot, not served from a wide open
cunt. I was 18 at the time, and lived at home with mom.  The trips out of
town were like a vacation to me. Sex was not on the agenda. Mom took a lot
of time, and living on $8.00 an hour required overtime to make ends meet.

If I had been a smarter guy, I would have realized girls weren't on the
agenda either. I liked being with other guys, but I was all man. The only
quirk was my interest in cocks.

When I returned to Wytheville I lived with Grandpa for a while. After
taking care of Mom that seemed like a vacation too. I eventually rented a
small house on the edge of town. It was on the site of a large farm.  The
main house burned down and the site had grown up.  The people who owned it
rented the former tenant house it to me for a low price if I would fix it
up.  That was fine for me.  They paid for any materials, I provided the
labor.

Toad came by one Saturday morning. He looked dazed. His neighbor's trailer
burned down and took his trailer with it.  Trailer fires don't even leave a
decent pile of ashes. Toad had nothing. I had been in his trailer several
times and I knew Toad didn't have much to start with, but it's still a
shock. I told him he could stay with me until he could get a new place.  He
looked relieved.

Toad is a quiet guy, so he wasn't a problem.  He is also neat. When I went
off to see Grandpa for Sunday dinner, the place was cleaned and spotless
when I came back. Living with Toad was like having a 24 hour maid service.

The house had a single window unit air conditioner that sort of cooled the
upstairs. That was fine with me.  Since I worked outside it was better to
have it a bit warm rather than frigid. The dress code was informal. I
didn't wear much in the summer. I often went naked in the house and in the
yard.  The house was in the middle of a fully wooded site and the road was
none too obvious.  No one ever dropped in.

When Toad moved in, I wore boxers; he wore jockeys. Toad was a short,
fireplug of a man, but he filled the jockeys well. The bedrooms were
upstairs and the bath down. Toad had been there a week when he caught me
naked.  I apologized.  He said it wasn't a problem. I explained my dress
code.  It was a particularly hot day.

Toad looked at me. "Could I go bare too?" he asked.

"Sure you can," I replied. "It's more comfortable and we are all boys. We
all have the same equipment." I went back to my bedroom. When I went to fix
breakfast, Toad came down.  He was naked too. His uncut cock hid in his
furry crotch; I could only see the tip of his foreskin. There was no way to
hide the balls. They were the size of new potatoes enclosed in a furry ball
sack.

We had breakfast then I went out to water a small vegetable garden next to
the back door. I didn't comment on his naked body. As I watered, I thought
about Toad's furry little body. No one went shirtless on our jobs; that was
company policy. Underneath the covering of curly black hair, Toad was a
muscle man. I knew he was strong, but I didn't know he was so well built.

"Is it okay to be naked outdoors?" he asked.

I nodded. "I like the scenery," I added. I looked directly at his crotch.
"You have a big one," Toad said.

My cock hangs five or six inches soft. Hard it's over seven inches, but a
lot thicker. Toad's cock was firming up. The tip of his foreskin had opened
up and I could see the pink tip of his cock head. My cock was tingling a
bit too. Since I was so tall, Toad was pretty much at eye level. He was
looking at it and it liked the attention.

Neither Toad nor I were sexually experienced. Fortunately our cocks had a
clearer idea of what we wanted than our brains did. Toad was more forward
than I was.

"How big is it hard?" he asked.

"I guess it's big enough," I said. "If you stroke it, it will get hard
fast."

Toad smiled.  He didn't stroke it, he licked it. A second later he had a
good part of it in his mouth. I had thought about getting sucked off, but I
had no idea that anyone I knew would do it. I also figured it would feel
good, but I had no idea it would feel as good as Toad made it feel. Toad
liked it too.

I thought back to the days watching porn with Lonnie. Some of the videos
were nasty and dirty; some were fun. Hedgehog loved sex and fucking and his
playmates loved it too. It was sexy, not dirty. In some of the videos sex
was punishment for being bad. Hedgehog's spurting cock was a reward for
being good. I felt Toad was giving me a reward. I found out later Toad
thought I was rewarding him. It was good for both of us.

We had no plans for the weekend, so we went inside and fooled around.  I
had no idea how far this might go. I had no idea what I might or could
do. Toad had a couple of experiences with men before me.  They were not a
success, but at least he knew something.  I knew shit. Luckily my cock
seemed to know a lot more than I did.  Old Tom complained of a pal of his
who "Let his cock do his thinking for him." I just took my cock's lead. It
seemed to know what to do.  Toad helped too.  Toad was a nice guy. I
figured if Toad did it for me, I should do it for him. That seemed fair to
me.  Toad didn't expect anything in return. The men he had been with before
had a one sided relationship. Toad did the work, they got the pleasure.

I was the first man to suck Toad's meat, and it was a success. He loved
it. Toad was shaped liked a fire plug and his cock had the same shape.  I
peeled the skin back with my tongue and licked his knob. It was very
tender; toad shook and shivered as my tongue worked it over.  He began to
ooze.

My mind went back to Hedgehog.  I guessed Toad stored as much jiz in it. I
wanted to taste if fresh for the cock. That didn't take a whole lot of
work. Toad was ripe and ready. He started to push me away as he got close,
but I wouldn't let him. I grabbed his hips and kept his cock firmly in my
mouth. I felt a single spurt of warm, creamy stuff. I like that. Thirty
seconds later my mouth was willed with Toad's home brew.  Sometimes you get
fixated on something and when you finally get it, it seems
anti-climactic. It wasn't as good as you thought it would be. Toad's cock
juice was as good as I hoped and more some. I loved it. Toad was almost
dizzy it was so good.

The next morning Toad sampled my own ball juices and he liked it too. He
has sampled some before and it wasn't exactly voluntary. By that time I had
suctioned a pint or two of his man seed from his balls. Toad knew he had to
at least try mine. He never got to like mine as much as I liked his, but he
was a good sport. Toad stayed at my house. We both enjoyed the company.

Summer is the busy season at work. In the summer we started work at 6:00
and were done by 3:00. When it is 95 or 100 degrees that is about all you
can do. But after eight or ten hours at work, you don't have much energy to
do much of anything. There was a little stream behind the house, and the
ruins of an old mill.  The mill was gone, but the mill pond remained. Toad
and I used it as a swimming hole.

One day Toad told me he had been talking with Badger. "I told him we walk
around the place bare naked some times," he said. "He said he'd like to
join us."

"He knows what we do?" I asked.

"Oh no, I didn't tell him I anything about that," Toad said. "I think he'd
be okay with it though."

"Are you sure about that?"

"He felt me out," Toad said. "He said he'd really like to be naked outdoors
some time, really interested." I told him I was fine with that.  Badger
came by one Sunday afternoon and he went with us to the pond for a
swim. Badger was always down home and sensible. He gave the impression his
was a happy hillbilly.  He had been around and was good at almost anything
he did. While Badger was a memorably unimpressive man, when he stripped I
discovered half his body weight must have been hanging between his legs.
It was a monster. At first I thought it was a monster, then I decided it
was a beauty. Toad had been uneasy getting naked. Badger had no problem at
all. He knew he had a good one.

I didn't exactly play it cool. "Damn it Badger, I had no idea you were
sporting Trigger's cock!" I said. Badger shook his cock as if to air it
out.

"Daddy told me his mom had been fucked by a donkey. He got the donkey's
good looks and his cock. I inherited the cock part." Badger explained. "You
have a nice piece of meat too." We all jumped into the water. It was cool
compared to the steamy mid-summer Virginia heat.

We played in the water like kids. I didn't get to the pool or the pond much
as a kid and I don't think Toad or Badger did either. It was fun for all of
us. I had set a tarp on the grass and we sat in the sun afterwards. I was
on my back and Badger leaned over and licked my cock.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked.

"I sure am, but don't forget Toad," I answered.

"Don't worry about that," Badger said. "He's the one who taught me how to
do it."

I soon realized Toad had taught him well.  I think Badger was more into man
sex than he let on. He was enthusiastic and not shy at all. He later told
me, that he liked showing off his cock. "It's nice to have a big one, but
it's hard to show it off without getting arrested," he said. "I've tried it
with women, but they weren't too sure of it, or of me. Men seem to
appreciate it more."

I moved the tarp into a shaded place and went at it. It was fun. There was
one strange thing about our get together. I thought that getting naked with
some pals, getting hard and then going at it like dogs in heat would feel
strange and odd. In fact it felt like the most ordinary and natural thing
in the world. I was comfortable sucking Toad and Badger and they felt the
same about me.  It was good.

Some people say man sex is unnatural. I don't know about that, but I know
Badger, Toad and I were natural cock suckers. I liked sucking them; I liked
taking their man cream. They liked the same.  A week or two later Badger
moved in.  He was older than Toad and me, but we all got along well. The
sex was good, but there were nice side effects. By sharing expenses, we
were all in better shape financially.

We were compatible in many ways. I had a warm spot for Toad's man cream,
Toad liked Badger's and Badger like mine big time. I was a sperm soda
fountain for him. Badger was also ready to take it 24/7. If I was hard, he
was ready. I thought that was nice, but kind of odd, until I realized I
felt the same way about Toad's ball juices.