Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 18:49:46 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Tonight's Forecast...Hairy

Tonight's Forecast...	by Lennoxbear@aol.com

They were close.  But close didn't count.  The meteorologists had forecast
a major snowstorm to move through the area during the evening hours.  It
came early, about mid-afternoon and by rush hour things were not pretty.
They were way not pretty.  Bob sat in his pickup in traffic and edged along
with everyone else.  No sense in getting tense, there was nothing to do.
And he had already read the paper.  He had accepted the fact that he wasn't
likely to get to the gym that night. If he got home in time to relax before
having to start the driveway cleaning, he would be happy.  Although, with
the forecast, he wasn't likely to make it to work tomorrow.

He was only about two miles from the lane that led back to his secluded
house, but it might as well have been 10 in the snow-clogged traffic.  His
gas gauge was hovering near empty, so he took the opportunity to pull into
the gas station near which he was stalled.  As he pulled in, he
contemplated how he would get back out into traffic but figured what the
hell.  He jumped out of the truck, pulled his collar up around his neck and
proceeded to reach for the gas nozzle.

"I'll get that for you sir, we're a full serve station."  Bob turned to
face a tall bearded young man in tight overalls.  The young guy was smiling
and took the nozzle from his hand.  Even through the overalls, Bob could
see a lot of muscle outlined in the thick material.  Snowflakes stuck to
the thick beard and moustache.  The broad smile mated the falling snow.

"Thanks, I'll wait inside."  Bob walked around the guy and noticed the
beautifully shaped butt and sharp v-tapered back.  He ran into the station
office and kicked the snow off his boots at the door.  He stood in the
warmth of the office and watched the guy pump his gas seemingly oblivious
to the blizzard around him.  A few minutes later the guy ran into the
office and brushed snow from his clothes.

"Wow, that's some storm.  Gonna be lots of unhappy people tonight."  The
guy rubbed his hands together to get them warm and Bob watched two huge
biceps form in the sleeves.  He reached up and pulled down the zipper to
his overalls a few inches.  It revealed a furry chest but no sign of a
shirt.  Bob's cock started to move south, down his jeans and he handed the
guy his credit card.

"Yeah, not a night to be in a hurry, but I bet you guys are busy."

"Oh yeah, been doing snow tires all day.  Everyone always waits until the
last minute.  My boss is out pulling someone out of a snowdrift.  He won't
be happy when he gets back.  That'll be $15.00 even."  The guy rang up the
sale and handed the slip to Bob to sign, just as the door opened and snow
came swirling into the small space.  A big man grumbled as he brushed snow
from his coat.

"Dumb fuckers, don't know how to drive.  We'll never keep up with the
towing if they don't get the roads plowed."  Bob took the unhappy man to be
the boss and owner of the station.  He went on to chew out the poor young
man for some simple ass thing and stomped off to the garage where staff was
busy installing snow tires.  Bob could hear him carrying on through the
thick glass.

"Snow brings out the worst in him even though he makes a fortune off of
it."  The young man smiled in spite of the verbal abuse he had just
received.  He watched the maneuvers in the garage as he idly scratched his
ample basket then turned back to his customer. Bob felt his cock getting
hard again.  The young man seemed embarrassed but smiled anyway.

"Well, I better get back in the traffic line, or I'll never get home.  You
have a good night and try not to get too wet in this stuff."

"Thanks sir."

Bob jumped back into his 4x4 and pulled back out into traffic.  He listened
to the cacophony of traffic bulletins and laughed at the absurdity of it
all.  He played with his cock through his jeans and thought about the gas
jockey and the obviously muscled body.  By the time he reached his turn off
he was horny as hell and couldn't wait to get home to whack his big uncut
dick.  His driveway was one huge snowdrift. The big Ford managed to plow
through.  Thank heaven for heavy-duty tires.  He pulled into the garage and
stood in the doorway surveying the mounting snowstorm.  No use worrying
about shoveling or using the snow blower tonight, it was hopeless until it
stopped.  If it stopped.  Bob closed the door and walked into the warm
kitchen.  He hung up his coat and browsed through the mail he had salvaged
from the soon to disappear mailbox.  The latest order from Colt had
arrived.  Good timing.  It would give him something about which to
fantasize in the storm.

He went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable and
pondered just sprawling across the bed and jacking off.  He decided to save
the fun for later.  His gym bag sat near the door and felt a twinge of
guilt for not being able to workout, but what the fuck, he manages to get
to the gym at least five days a week anyway.  One day off won't hurt.  He
posed in front of his bedroom mirror and admired the thick, beefy, 6'4"
body he had held onto into his late 40's. The chest was a massive
fur-covered set of pecs with big full nipples peeking through the fur and
pointing downward.  The waist wasn't small but was by no means out of
shape.  His legs were thick, cut and furry not too mention a muscled bubble
butt with a nice soft covering of fur.  He did a front double biceps pose
and watched two softball sized mounds pop up to a sexy 22 inches.  His
nine-inch dick was hanging long and full against his big low hangers.  He
cupped his fat balls and walked into the bathroom to piss.  As he stood
there watching a seemingly endless stream he could hear a truck rumbling
and thought maybe a snow plow was making an attempt to clear away some
snow.  Poor fucker, out on a night like this.

He pulled on his favourite mismatched sweatshirt and pants that hugged
every muscle and went back down to the kitchen to think about dinner.  He
wasn't particularly hungry and figured he would wait. The brown paper
envelope from Colt begged to be opened.  Out slid a video and magazine he
had ordered.  He thumbed through the glossy images to build his
expectations.  A knock on the front door broke his concentration.  Who the
hell would be at his door at the end of a quarter mile lane in this
snowstorm?  Bob opened the door to see the young beefy guy from the gas
station standing in the snow.

"Hi, you forgot your credit card at the station."  He held out the card for
Bob and smiled at the big muscle man.

"Thanks, but you could have called and I could have picked it up later.
You didn't have to bring it out here."  Bob saw the kid's pickup
disappearing in the swirling snow.

"That's OK.  The boss was really pissed that I let you forget it, so I said
I would drop it off on my way home."

"Is this on your way home?"  Bob recalled the angry man at the station and
felt sorry for this kid.

"Not exactly but that's OK."

"It's pretty bad out there, you'll not make it home now if it's any
distance.  They're saying it won't stop until the wee hours.  Maybe another
six to eight inches. His eyes glanced at the worn crotch on the snug
overalls.

"I'm in no hurry, never am."  The big smile went straight to Bob's crotch.
The young guy's eyes quickly darted down to Bob's obvious big dick and back
to his face.

"Why don't you come in awhile and see if the snow lets up at all, then
try."  Bob pulled the guy into the entryway and closed the door before any
more snow came into the warm house.

"Thanks, but that's not necessary."

"Hey, you came out here to return my credit card, the least I can do is
offer you a safe haven.  Get out of those wet overalls."

"Well, I only have an old pair of jeans on underneath, could be kinda
cold."  The guy blushed and Tom felt his nuts tighten.

"I'll get you a sweatshirt, come on.'

The guy stood in the entryway and took off his workboots.  Bob looked at
the thick sock-covered feet and thought about other things being in
proportion.  He led the guy to the kitchen and offered to make some hot
chocolate.

"Wow, that would be great."  The guy unzipped the overalls and revealed a
beautiful fur covered chest.  "My name's Hank, I think yours was Robert."
He held out his hand and Bob took it in a firm warm grip.  The two men held
it for a few seconds and then Bob went over to start heating milk.

"It's Bob, Robert is too formal.  Here watch this a second, while I get you
a sweat shirt."

Bob ran upstairs and got a sweatshirt and pants for the guy.  The young man
was stirring the milk as he handed him the clothes.  "Get out of the jeans
too, they are probably a bit damp from all this snow."  He took over making
the hot chocolate as Hank changed.  The body under the overalls was truly
magnificent.  The man was perfectly sculpted like a marble statue.  Every
muscle was cut and full.  Every line was a seductive curve and then there
was the butt showing through a worn pair of black jeans.  Hank dropped his
jeans with his back turned toward Bob.  He wasn't wearing underwear.  The
butt made Bob lick his lips.

"Oh buddy, Hank, that's a nasty bruise you have there."  Bob put his hand
on the small of Hank's muscular back and felt the black and blue spot.
Hank flinched.

"Yeah, I'm a bit accident prone."  Bob saw another bruise on the guy's abs
as he quickly pulled on the sweats.  Hank seemed to be a bit embarrassed so
Bob didn't pursue questioning him.  The guy turned and faced Bob in the
snug sweats.  Bob had chosen sweats that he thought might be a bit small
for Hank.  They no longer fit him and on this muscle bound boy they would
look great.  He was right.  He handed Hank a cup of hot chocolate and
invited him to sit in the den and relax.  The two men settled on opposite
ends of the large sofa and chatted.

Hank was 22 and working to pay his way through college.  He was really a
full time student and working almost full time so he didn't have lots of
free time.  Still, he couldn't live without the gym.  Bob asked his stats
and Hank proudly listed them.  Chest 50, waist 32, arms 20, quads 28 and
calves 20 at 6', 220 pounds.  Bob congratulated him on the hard work and
told him he respected a man who worked out and took care of himself.  Hank
bombarded him with a zillion question about his own workout and couldn't
believe the beefy man sitting there with him was 48.  Hank had moved closer
as they talked.  His hand would occasionally land on Bob's knee or thigh.
Bob found himself really liking this kid. He excused himself to go to the
kitchen for more hot chocolate.

He was stirring the thickening chocolate when he heard Hank in the doorway.
"So, does this video mean you like muscle and leather?"  Bob spun around to
see Hank holding the Colt video.  A huge erection was obvious in the sweat
pants.

"Uh, yes, it does." Bob handed him the cup.  Hank set the video on the
kitchen counter and stepped up to the big man.  His hands cupped the huge
pecs then slid down the hard abs and around the man's waist.  Bob stood
there as this hot young man hugged him.  He slowly put his arms around the
hard body.  Hank put his head on the massive chest and squeezed.  He could
feel Bob's hard cock pressing back against him.  He took the big man's hand
and led him back to his den and the sofa.  They curled up on the sofa as
Hank kissed the side of Bob's neck.

Bob ran his hand over the thick back and up to Hank's neck. Hank looked up
and their lips met in a deep hot kiss.  Bob broke off the kiss and took a
sip of his drink.  He pulled Hank as close and tight as he could. His
tongue slid deep into Hank's mouth. Their hands were all over each over,
squeezing every muscle and finally coming to rest on the two hard cocks.
Bob couldn't believe this was happening.  He had broken up with this lover
of 10 years almost a year ago.  In that time he hadn't been to a bar once,
he just didn't fit in anymore.  He hadn't met anyone in that time he even
remotely wanted to fuck.  Now this guy stumbles into his house and he wants
to fuck him silly.

"Let's go upstairs and get comfortable, it'll be snowing for hours."  Bob
led the young man to the bedroom and turned on the gas fireplace to warm
the room.  He turned to face the handsome young man and slowly kissed him.
He felt Hank take a deep breath and let it out very slowly.  Bob pulled the
sweatshirt from the beefy body and ran his callused hands over the muscles.
He softly kissed him and slowly worked his way down the thick neck to the
full round traps and delts.  His hands found the long sensitive nipples and
twisted them between the fingers.  Hank gave a muffled yelp and trembled.
The nips were long and erect.  Someone had been working these puppies
overtime.  Bob ran his tongue over the soft fur on the perfect pecs and
teased the erect nips again with his tongue.  He traced the muscles in the
taunt abs and worked to avoid the bruise on the right side.  Hank held
Bob's head gently against his skin and moaned with each lick and nibble.

Bob lowered himself to his knees and pulled the snug sweatpants with him.
The tan line from summer was still visible and made Hank sexier.  The thick
boner popped from the top of the pants as Bob pulled them down over the
full found flare of the quads.  His tongue ran over the outline of muscle
in the legs. Hank flexed to make the lines tighter.  Bob's hands pulled the
pants down to his ankles and ran his hands over the back of the legs,
feeling the cuts in the hamstrings and down to the diamond shaped calves.
He pushed against a leg and Hank raised his foot to allow the pants to
slide off.  As he did that the calf flexed and Bob massaged the rock hard
flesh.  Hank was standing before Bob in just his socks.  His beautiful body
soft and warm in the light of the fireplace.  Bob nuzzled the hardon and
slowly licked at the balls taking first one, then the other in his mouth
until he managed to suck them both into his hot mouth.  Hank let out a long
open mouthed sigh and trembled.  Bob's hands slid up over the full round
swell of Hank's ass and lightly touched on the bruise on Hank's back.
Again, Hank flinched just slightly.  Bob rubbed his face and short beard
against Hank's cock making the boy's legs wobble.

He licked the head of the cock and teased the sensitive underside tasting
the drops of precum forming there.  He slowly swallowed the fat shaft to
the hairs.  Hank's hand pushed against the back of his head holding him
there.  Bob gave the cock a few deep sucks then dropped it from his mouth
to turn Hank around.  The boy's perfectly sculpted butt was shadowy in the
fireplace light and Bob tongued the deep crack.  Hank leaned forward
slightly to allow Bob to penetrate his puckered hole with his tongue.  Bob
worked the hole for several minutes while softly stroking the young man's
throbbing dick.  He stood up and pulled the quivering man against him and
wrapped his huge guns around the chest.  His hands cupped the pecs and Hank
put his head back to kiss him.

Hank turned around and helped Bob out of his snug sweats.  Bob's thick
nine-incher swung out and smacked Hank in the abs.  It was rock hard and
heavily veined, almost too big to get Hank's hand around.  Hank fondled the
big low hangers and awesome shaft and then stepped back to lie on the bed.

"Fuck me Bob.  Fill my ass with your big cock."  Hank raised his legs and
spread his ass cheeks to give Bob better access.  Bob lubed his hole and
slid a condom over the monster cock.  He placed the head of it against the
hole and pushed slightly.  Hank gave out a higher pitched gasp as it slid
in and begged for all of it.  He panted as Bob sank the dick to his balls
and then slowly pulled out. Then more slowly pushed back in.  Bob gradually
increased speed wanting to prolong the experience.  He hadn't been with
anyone this hot in ages and didn't want to drop his load in two minutes.

Hank raised his butt more and Bob wrapped his arms around the muscle boy to
kiss him.  They fucked in that position until Hank started to whine.
"Shit, I'm gonna shoot."  Bob felt Hank's spasms as he shot a heavy load
and let go with his own.  Hank was fighting to regain his breath as Bob
pulled his dick out of the slippery fuckhole.

"You OK?"  Bob squeezed the pecs as they expanded with Hank's breathing.

"I....am....in...heaven."  Hank opened his eyes and looked into Bob's and
smiled.  "I haven't been fucked like that in months.  Usually it's bend
over, jab and run. No real emotion involved.  Just shoot a load up my ass
and leave me to finish the rest myself."

"You have a lover?"

"Sort of."

"And he beats you?"  Bob laid his hand carefully on the bruise.  Hank
diverted his eyes.

"Yeah.  I'll get it good for not giving you your card back and for not
getting home tonight."

"He's your boss at the gas station?'

"Yes."  Bob knew he didn't like that asshole from the moment he walked into
the office earlier that evening.  He pulled Hank to him and kissed him.  He
pulled the big thick comforter over them as they explored each other's
bodies.  They were about to get really frisky when Hank's stomach let out a
huge growl and both men laughed.

"Why don't I fix you dinner?"  He threw back the cover and pulled Hank to
his feet.  "Get dressed. You can help."

"Uh, I don't know.  Maybe I should get home."

"How?  There's two feet of snow out there.  No way am I going to let you
attempt to drive.  Your truck is buried and isn't going anywhere."  Bob
pointed out the window to the outline of the truck in the light from the
front porch. "Call the guy and tell him you are stranded and tell him you
will be here, safe until they clear the roads."  Hank looked very reluctant
and scared.

"Call him."  Bob handed him the phone and heard the yelling as he pissed in
the bathroom.  He walked back into the bedroom as Hank hung up the phone.
"He's not happy is he?  Does this mean he's going to beat on you?"

Hank's eyes welled up with tears and Bob pulled him close.  "Look, Hank, no
one deserves this, not you, not anyone.  I'll help you get through this.  I
can help you move out and if you need a place to stay, well, you're welcome
here."  Hank wrapped his arms around Bob and hugged him.

Come spring, the two men had settled into Bob's house as lovers.  Hank quit
work and concentrated on school full time with Bob's help.  They work
together, cook together and the sex is incredible.  Winter was a long way
off but they anticipated its return warmly.

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