Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2018 10:14:04 -0500
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Snowbound

Snowbound
 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, comments send them to
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Officially Virginia has temperate weather. It not too cold and it not too
hot. It has four roughly equal seasons. Of course, it does get hot and
cold, but the heat is not as oppressive as that in the deep south, and the
cold is short lived. Major storms do afflict the state, but these are minor
by the tropical standards of South Florida or the cold of Buffalo.

I was driving north on I-81 from North Carolina to Washington D.C. when I
was caught in a freak blizzard. It as near whiteout conditions, and the
interstate was closed with State Troopers forcing traffic onto local
roads. Somehow, I made a wrong turn. I tried to get back to bigger highway,
but I soon was even more lost. I had been so concentrated on the road, that
I did not watch the fuel gauge. I glanced at it and worried. As I did the
snow turned into freezing rain. My windshield wipers lost the battle. I
could barely see.

I pulled into a country gas station. It was closed, but I saw a dim light
inside. The place looked like something Edward Hopper would paint. It was a
mom and pop store with one gas pump. I knocked on the door for what seemed
like hours and eventually a light turned on and a man unlocked the
door. The man looked and talked like Goober from the Andy Griffith Show,
but he let me in. I told him I was Bill Maxford. His name was Leroy. As we
talked, the lights went out. He had a flash light and he took me to the back
of the store.

To the rear was an apartment with three other men, Bubba, Skeeter and
Wellie. There was modern high efficiency wood stove heating the room, an
oil lamp, and some hand cranked electric lights. A pendulum clock showed it
was 3:30, I was shocked. I had been crawling along at 20-30 miles an hour
and it was dark. I thought it was six or seven. It had only been maybe
forty feet from my car to the store. I was wearing comparatively light
clothes and was soaked and freezing.

They were wearing long johns; their heavy clothes were drying next to the
stove. They told me to take my clothes off and they gave me a blanket. I
did what they asked, I was cold and shivering. I go commando, but Leroy saw
my equipment, muttered "nice one" and gave me a blanket. They looked like
the men in Deliverance, but the seemed affable and were eager to know the
road conditions. It turned out that Bubba and Skeeter owned big trucks and
did plowing to supplement their income.  Leroy owned the store and Wellie
was his clerk. Wellie was short for Llewellin.

Bubba said his truck wasn't big enough for the interstate of the main
roads; he was a parking lot and driveway man.  Leroy was a big man with a
massive black beard. Bubba had the same build with bright copper colored
hair and beard. Wellie was five-two and slim. Skeeter sported sideburns and
a mustache. He was tall and thin. I am just short of six feet, work out at
the gym and am bearded too. People usually describe me as dapper.. Leroy
asked me what I did. I told them I was an interior designer and said I was
on the way to redo the offices of a local congressional member, Murat
Jones. He was a right wing, racist, homophobe, misogynist.

"That guy is a fucking asshole," Bubba said. "Is he as bad in person as he
is in the adds?"

"I doubt he fucks, but he certainly is an asshole," I said. "He is a rude,
nasty, ignorant man and man proud of it."

"How do you stand him?" Wellie asked.

"When god made me, he blessed me with two faces. I use both with Murat," I
replied. The men bellowed in laughter.

I don't think of myself as effeminate, but I felt like a delicate young
thing at a lumberjack convention. The wood stove warmed the room well. Men
had unbuttoned the tops of their long johns, exposing their furry
torsos. Every time I moved, my cock would peek out and I would readjust the
blanket. No one complained, and I noticed that Wellie and Skeeter kept on
eye on my crotch, waiting for the next genial display.

The freezing rain had stopped, and snow returned. Leroy, Bubba and Skeeter
went out to shovel snow away from the doors. If they didn't do that, they
would have to climb out the windows to get out. Leroy said that was a
pain. I was alone with Wellie.

"Bill, I don't know if you guessed, but the boys and I are gay. We're
country gay," he said.

"What is country gay?" I asked.

"We don't have sex. We just mess around and let off some steam sometimes,"
he explained.

I smiled and asked, "Does that involve cocks, asses and the sticky stuff
that comes out of your cock sometimes?"

"When we get lucky it does," he replied. "We haven't had any new meat here
in a while. I was kind of hoping you might be interested. You have a nice
one."

"There are four of you," I remarked.

"I was the new meat two years ago," Wellie said.  "The boys are really
careful and generous. I'm small and they were afraid the might hurt
me. Eventually, I had to tell them that while I am small, I have a
full-sized asshole. I get turned on when a big guy is in me, moaning and
twitching as he unloads in my ass. You can always feel Bubba when he
shoots. He likes it when I shoot in him."

"We were planning to have a good time, when you showed up," he added. "You
are welcome to join in."

My partner of five years, Devlin had left town six months earlier with no
forwarding address. I had been in a self-imposed sexual drought. That was
fine with me except for the no sex part. I looked a Wellie and realized
these guys were not potential partner material. There was no
temptation. Some no strings attached sex would be okay with me.

My blanket fell open. Wellie went for my cock. He assumed my accident with
the blanket was me telling him I was willing. I didn't correct than
impression.

Leroy came back from shoveling. When he saw Wellie sucking, he
smiled. "Wellie makes friends easily. I hope that doesn't bother you?" he
said.

"Where I come from this isn't classified as bothering a guy," I said.  "If
you are into it, it's just fun. I assume you have guessed I am into this
big time."

"The boys and I are into it too," Leroy said. "We are kind of set in our
ways. We've never been with a guy from out of town."

"Wellie told me he is the most recent man to join your group," I said.

"That's because the men of our persuasion are thin on the ground here,"
Leroy said. "I had been years since I slipped into a new ass. I was a real
treat." Bubba and Skeeter came in from the cold. They saw the situation,
stripped off their wet clothes and long johns.

"How many red necks sucking your cock are too many?" Skeeter asked.

"Damn it, Skeeter. I'm trying to play the sophisticated man of the world,
and you blow it!" Leroy complained.

"I don't know exactly, but I am sure four is not too many. I am
openminded," I replied. Leroy laughed and stripped off his clothes.

"We are mostly suckers and we fuck from time to time," Bubba said.

"Let's just say I suck and don't mind entertaining on my back porch," I
said. "I don't like mess much, so if I take a load I either swallow or
trade it around. I guess that depends on how close you guys are." That
wasn't exactly true. Cum delivered straight from the balls is a turn on,
but my former partner was not into that. When he shot off, he pulled way.
He said his cock head was too tender. He never took my load. He rarely
fucked, and he never let me in his ass.

"To tell you the truth, we are pals, but we may be in a rut," Skeeter
said. "I don't think of myself as gay, but I sure like sex with men. I'm
willing to try more things, I kind of think the other guys are too." There
was some grumbling of agreement.

"I had a straight pal years ago. That was complicated. I finally told him
he could be straight until he was hard and oozing precum. He would then be
gay until he shot off and the last drops of sperm dripped from his
cock. Then he could be straight again," I said.

"How did that work out?" Bubba asked.

"Let's just say our sex session went from five or ten minutes to more than
an hour. That boy could stay hard and dripping when he was inspired," I
told them.  They laughed.

"I kind of think we could develop that skill," Bubba said.

When naked men talk about sex, their cocks want to join in. The cocks were
into it and all were well on the way to full erections. Beads of precum
glistened in the candle light on Bubba and Wellie's tools. I think I was
more excited than they were. When I was younger, I had been in some pretty
wild scenes in the back room of a gay bar. I was sort of shocked, but so
excited that didn't matter.

I met an old guy at one of these events, Louis. He was what we then called
an old troll. I noticed he was a horse hung old troll. When he asked if I
would go home with him, the horse hung took precedence over the old
troll. He was a nice man and he invited me to a party at his country
house. At that party I met Jimmy, my first partner. Jimmy was fifteen years
older than me, very handsome and clever. He was a sex maniac and sexually
generous. He had no problem providing all the sex I might find in the back
room of a gay bar in our bedroom.

He was an interior designer and I went to work for him. He died in
hit-and-run accident ten years later and I inherited the business. I
connected with Devlin several months later. Looking back, I should have
waited longer after Jimmy's death.

I felt the tingle I felt in the back room of the bar as I looked at the
men. They weren't my type, but I wanted to please and enjoy them. Jimmy had
told me that good sex is when your playmate enjoys it as much as you do.

The tools were varied and attractive. Bubba had a thick, uncut, eight-inch
dong; Leroy was six inches long and six inches in diameter, it looked like
a butt plug. Skeeter's organ was thin and curved; Wellie had a seven inch
plus club cock.

I was sitting on a bench with Wellie sucking me. Bubba came closer, and I
leaned over and took the tip of his foreskin into my mouth working my
tongue into the velvet-like skin. He was hot and sweaty from shoveling
snow, but inside the skin I tasted his sex juices mixed with the faint
taste of soap. I gently flicked my tongue on his slit. His sex juices began
to flow, and his tool grew.

I was head over heels in love. I knew from experience the love would only
last as long as he was erect, but I had last felt this year earlier. I knew
Bubba was enjoying it too. I could taste his excitement.

I later found out that the boys liked to deep throat, and they tended to
avoid the cock head. Bubba was uncut, and his knob was intensely
sensitive. My tongue generated new intense sensations for him. He asked me
to stop, saying he was to close to shooting off. We broke up, but Leroy fed
me his cock and Skeeter replaced Wellie sucking my cock.

Leroy's cock made me open wide as my mouth enveloped his mushroom shaped
cock head. His slit almost bisected the knob, and I could get my tongue
into the slit as my lips caressed the flared edge of the knob. I became
more excited as his precum flowed. I wanted to force my tongue deeper into
his slit, so I would taste his sex juices when they were fresh.

The small globs of sweet precum were an exciting prelude to the eventual
flood of sperm. They marked the point when the cock turned from being a
part of the excretory system into a sex organ. The cock had been
utilitarian drain and now was a recreational organ. His juices turned me
on.

"Damn, that's tasty!" Skeeter moaned as he sucked my tool. I was drooling
the same sweet goo and Skeeter appreciated it. I was oddly relaxed. We were
snowed in, so there was no rush. I could take my time and savor the taste
of sexually excited men.

Each of the men were eager to get in the action, so we rotated positions
regularly. These rotations seemed to occur when I was just short of
shooting. It turned into a long edging session for me. It had been years
since I had been in a threesome. A five-some was new to me. I sucked and
tasted cock after cock as each man used his own sucking technique on me.

Jimmy, my first partner loved my precum and mentioned that it was
plentiful. Devlin thought precum was messy. He wasn't much in to sperm
either. He would take it on my birthday and after getting his presents on
Christmas Day.

I didn't know if these men were into cock drool, but I did notice they
seemed to get more enthusiastic the longer they sucked. After an hour we
took a break. It was dark by then and we had an odd dinner of edibles from
the store. I felt like a kid with a dream dinner of candy, muffins and ice
cream.

My cock liked the rest, and my throat appreciated the ice cream. I am good
at deep throating and my throat had accommodated a lot of cocks. The wind
had pushed snow against the door, so Skeeter, Willie and Bubba dressed to
clear the way out. I was alone with Leroy.

There was a cold draft of air from the door when they went out. Leroy
cuddled up to me. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You got quite a workout this
afternoon."

"I'm fine. I'm a little afraid you might think I am a bit slutty," I said.

Leroy let out a belly laugh. "Shit, you are a dream come true. You are the
first new man we have been with since Wellie joined the club," he said. "We
got a bit carried away with Wellie. He finally told us he would be a
full-fledged member of the group, giving and taking or he would leave. A
week later we had all taken his load in both the mouth and ass. It turns
out he loved eating our cum. It was a question of fairness." He
paused. "Have you guessed we would all like to get in your ass? Do you
bottom?"

"I hadn't guessed it, but I'm not surprised," I said. "I top and bottom,
but it has only been my partner's cock for years." Leroy looked
disappointed. "I've been thinking it time to get back in the swing of
things again."

"We are all pretty much open minded, except for me. I'm all top, but I
would be willing to take yours if you let me fuck you," Leroy said. "You
could pick the one you would like to fuck you, or we could draw straws.  I
admit, four guys might be too much."

"That depends on how long we are stuck in the snow," I said. "By the way, I
don't shove my cock into places where it's not wanted. Your ass is safe!"
Leroy had a bad experience as a teenager with the Captain of the Wresting
team in the school showers. He told me that Wellie was a first-rate bottom,
tight and enthusiastic. He had fucked Bubba and Skeeter, but it hadn't been
quite right. With Wellie's advice fucking became a pleasure for them all
except for Leroy.

The men returned from snow shoveling covered in snow.  They stripped. The
wood burning stove was a modern, high, efficiency stove. It used
comparatively little wood and was warm. We clustered near the stove. When
Bubba entered, he looked at Leroy. Leroy winked. I noticed that Wellie sat
back in a way that exposed his hole. That doesn't happen by accident.

"Wellie, that's not your most flattering pose," Bubba said.

I laughed, "It looks pretty attractive to me," I said. "I used to think the
asshole was purely utilitarian. My partners discovered my hole had real
recreational potential."

"Out here in the middle of nowhere, Wellie's ass is our own Disneyland,"
Skeeter said. That caused great merriment.

"Do you men prefer to dump your loads in the mouth or ass?" I asked.

"I don't make the fucking choice," Bubba said, "My cock makes the choice
for me!  What are your preferences?"

"I like the taste of fresh man seed, but like the seed tickling my ass when
you shoot off too," I said. "Sperm is a great lubricant too."

"We're pretty open minded as to where we shoot off," Skeeter said.

"Do you boys all entertain at the back door?" I asked. "My ass is
available, but I don't like things to be too one sided."

"We pitch, and we catch," Bubba said. We are a bit fixed in our ways, but
you may mix things up a bit. The four of us have been doing the same stuff
for years."

"Does doing something new bother you?" I asked.

"Shit no!" Bubba replied. "When Wellie joined in our group it felt like
Christmas to us!"

"You never told me that!" Wellie said.

"You've heard that ad, "Say it with Flowers," Skeeter said, "We said it
with cum, shoved as deep into your ass as we could!"

Leroy handed me a bottle of Corn Huskers, which turned out to be a
lubricant. I coated my cock and went over to Wellie.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Ask any of the guys. I'm always ready," he replied. I nosed my knob into
him. Meeting no resistance, I slid in deep. I hadn't fucked in nine
months. My cock was in a warm, welcoming place. When my pubic hair touched
Wellie's ass, Wellie tightened his sphincter to grab my cock. When I began
to thrust, the sphincter caressed my cock. It was tight like a good
glove. As I concentrated on Wellie, Skeeter came up behind me.

I bent over Wellie and spread my cheeks. In a single movement, Skeeter's
knob poked in an cleared my sphincter. Skeeter had a long, thin cock. He
toyed with my sphincter until it relaxed and then slowly pushed deep. I
knew it was long, but it kept on going deeper and deeper. Jimmy was thicker
and shorter; Devlin has what he called standard issue. Skeeter was moving
into unexplored territory.

Skeeter matched his thrusts into me with my thrusts into Wellie. After five
or six minutes of rhythmic fucking, Skeeter pulled way. "I'm getting too
close. I don't want to shoot until later," he whispered. Bubba was waiting.

"Do you like big meat?" he whispered.

"I'll find out in a minute, and I'll let you know," I replied. I had always
made fun of Size Queens. The size of a cock doesn't change your affection
for a man. I was right about that, but while I am not a size queen, my ass
is. Bubba's oversize knob rubbed my prostate and I was in love.