Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2015 14:16:01 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Early Snow

                            EARLY SNOW
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Hey, Kelly, look at that!" Woodrow called out all of a sudden,
scaring me out of my state of nearly falling asleep. "It's snowing!"
Outside the bus, I saw the snow falling, dancing around in a hundred small
whorls of white, stark beauty as it pirouetted toward the ground.
     "So what?" I murmured grumpily. Hell, you ride on a bus for several
hours, and falling asleep in your seat isn't a curse, it's a blessing! And
ever since I'd joined the Army, I was running a huge deficit in terms of
sacking out. But Woodrow was approaching his home town (I still had two
more days on the road to get to my own), so he was bursting with energy and
had been hammering me with chatter for the last three hundred miles or
more.
     "So what?" Woodrow looked scandalized. His squarely handsome face made
squarer by the military flattop haircut he wore didn't hold the expression
very well, but he managed.
     "I mean, it is mid-December, isn't it?" I pointed out.
     "Yeah, but this is Alabama, not Iowa." Woodrow peered out over the
fields now peppered with falling white flakes with a fondness only a man
who has been away for a year from his girlfriend and now was going home on
his first three-week leave, long enough to spend all of Christmas with her
and his family, could feel. I was on leave, too...only I had no girlfriend
and my mother and father didn't care if I never came home again...and the
feeling was mutual. Not everyone's home life is a happy one, you know. I
wasn't sure I was going home to Des Moines myself, if I found a good place
along the way to spend the next few weeks instead, I would blow off the
family and stay there! And Woodrow's family was first on my list of places
to try for a half-decent holiday leave. So I was being amiable.
     "Well...it does make things look kind of pretty." I allowed.
     "It sure does. Man, there's no place like home!" Woodrow said, not
very originally.
     "Be it ever so humble." I agreed. "But I'm not looking forward to
finding a motel in this weather." A hint for Woodrow to....
     "Motel, hell! You're coming home with me!" Woodrow declared. "I want
you to meet Louisa, anyhow. We'll have dinner together and I'll get you
settled down in my family's house before I take Louisa out on the town. You
can catch another bus tomorrow."
     "Sounds like a plan." I agreed. And if Momma Brawley was as hospitable
as her best son Woodrow, I'd just keep my legs slid under her kitchen table
for my entire leave!
     The snow was beginning to stick to things when we got into town, not
the ground yet, but metal poles and the tops of bushes and things. It gave
everything a vaguely alien appearance, where everything is weird and
unfamiliar. Woodrow, of course, felt right at home, of course, he'd seen it
before. He was pointing out the various stores and telling me about the
people who owned or worked there. Old home week for him.
     "And...good God damn, there's Louisa!" Woodrow crowed. "Hey, bus
driver, can we get out here? Can we get out here, please?"
     Well, the driver wouldn't let us out, but the bus station was only
about four blocks further on. We hot-footed it back to where Woodrow had
seen his girlfriend, but she was nowhere to be seen. Woodrow was at a loss,
then he brightened. "I know, she went on home. Her house is this way!" And
off we went walking through the snow. No buses in this small town, and her
home was over a mile away. The snow was sticking to the ground and formed a
white sheet over everything. Sheet, not blanket, the slightest step would
pierce the cover, but it was still pretty anywhere nobody had stepped.
     "That's her house over there." Woodrow pointed. "She's going to be so
surprised, I wasn't supposed to get here until next week! Look, the light's
just gone on in the living room. Come on, let's look in and let me take a
look at her before we go knocking!"
     "Won't she freak out if she sees us peering in her window?" I
asked. The living room window as a picture window, one of those ten by
twelve feet or whatever sized things. You'd have to be some kind of
exhibitionist to want one of these in a town. There wasn't even a hedge
around the yard, just walk right up and look right in! Small towns are like
this, I guess, you know everybody so why would you care if someone catches
you in your underwear?
     Woodrow was much more confident than I was, he got to the window and
was looking in while I was still some fifteen feet behind him. For a man
who'd been yammering nonstop ever since we hit the Alabama border this
morning, he was dead silent.
     I got up, wondering if he had caught his girlfriend wearing a mud-pack
or something. It was "or something" all right, but nothing as nice as a
mud-pack.
     A girl was lying on the couch and a man was lying on top of her, and
the two were locked in a kiss that made it clear this man was not her
brother. As I watched, the man's hands moved under the girl's blouse in a
way that made it clear his hand was welcomed there and had made the trip
numerous times before.
     Woodrow made a pained sound and strode away and I went quickly after
him. Hell, what a godawful way to find out your girl isn't your girl any
longer! Even a "Dear John" letter would have been better than his finding
out like this!
     The snow was thinning out now, it had shot its wad already. The cars
were crunching through the streets, turning the snow there into grayish
muck. Some kids were throwing snowballs that were streaked with dirt, but
they didn't seem to care. Through all of this, I chased my Army buddy
through the town's streets, hell, without him, I didn't even know where I
was, or where the bus station was!
     Woodrow went into a park and in the middle of it was a bandstand, and
around it some benches, Woodrow got to the nearest one and flung himself
down on it. By the time I caught up to him, the big lug was downright
crying! I got over there and sat by him and took the lunkhead in my arms
and held him while he sobbed his big, big-hearted heart out. "Come on, man,
come on." I kept saying over and over again. Hell, what do you say in a
case like that?
     "Why didn't she tell me, at least?" He finally got around to saying
when he'd cried himself out. "Why'd she let me find out like this?"
     "We're a week early." I reminded him. "She wasn't expecting you. Hell,
man, she may not want to break up with you, this guy might just be someone
to hang with while you're in the Army." I knew that sounded weak, but at
least I made him consider it, which let him regain a lot of his composure.
     "No, man, that wouldn't explain it. She's breaking up with me, she's
just waiting for me to get home before she tells me, that's all." he
said. "Shit, man, shit!"
     "Well, at least you can go back into the Army without wondering what
went wrong or something." I pointed out. "And this will let you spend more
time with your family."
     "Yeah, my family." Woodrow wiped his eyes at that and got to his
feet. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this snow. I'm getting awful
damned cold."
     "I've been cold for the last fucking hour." I told him with
feeling. "We've been out in the snow the last two or three hours. It's
going to be dark before long."
     "My home is just eight blocks this way." Woodrow pointed and I
groaned.
     It was getting dark when we finally walked up to Woodrow's house and
his family was great, just great! His mother heaped food on our plates
until they nearly broke under the weight, and all of it was good, real
good. His father was an old Army man himself and we compared experiences
and how the Army had changed, and how it was still the same after
twenty-something years. I was wondering when either of them was going to
mention Woodrow's girlfriend, but the subject never came up, I came to
realize that they knew all about her and was waiting for her to deal with
it herself. It helped keep things that evening on a smooth track, at least.
     After dinner, the conversation began to drag, and I knew Woodrow was
thinking that he had intended to be spending this time with
Louisa. Probably planned to be having sex with her right now, in fact. Mom
and Dad aren't much of a substitute for that, and neither is your best
friend from the Army.
     His mother picked up on it as well. "Well, Woody, you'd better get
yourself in bed now, you're tired from that long bus ride, I bet." she
said. "And your friend, too. You two will have to share a bed for now, hope
that's okay with you, Kelly."
     "If they haven't learned to sleep whenever and wherever by now, they
never will." his father chipped in, and I had to agree, remembering a night
when they'd left us all out in the field with no bedding, all of us just
sleeping in a big pile in the middle of a meadow. I mentioned that to them
and they laughed.
     "Woody has a full-sized bed." his mother put in. "You two will fit."
     "No worse than that cow pasture." his father agreed.
     And with that, I went upstairs with Woody. The house was two-story but
small with a narrow-frontage, the lower floor was taken up with the living
room, kitchen and dining room, the upstairs held two bedrooms and a
bathroom. And nothing else. Woody had grown up in this house? He had two
older sisters, I knew!
     Too late to worry, leave that mystery for another day. For tonight,
sleep. Take the rest because tomorrow, it would be time for Woodrow to see
Louisa face to face to have the talk.
     We undressed to get into bed. Woodrow and I would sleep in our
boxers. Boxers carried a lot of power in the Army for this reason, briefs
may be more comfortable on your body, but when you stripped down in front
of a bunch of strangers and were only wearing a form-fitting bit of cotton
around your family jewels...time to switch to boxers! I was struck again by
how powerful Woodrow looked when he stripped off his shirt and t-shirt. He
was both taller and broader than I was, we were equally strong in terms of
lifting weights and such, but on Woodrow, the muscles didn't stand out so
much as they did on me, where I was a mass of curving arcs everywhere I had
a muscle, Woodrow simply looked like a solid piece of man. He wasn't chunky
in any way, but his skin was smooth and lacked the definition I had going,
his muscles sort of inflated instead of bulging when he flexed them. His
skin was several shades lighter than mine, which went well with his
sandy-colored hair and pale blue eyes. Me, I was darker, with black hair
and dark brown eyes, courtesy of my Southern European heritage, a mixture
of Italian, Greek and Hungarian, with some Irish thrown in just to keep
things confused. But none of that aggregate had a speck of brown hair or
blue eyes in it.
     Woodrow finished undressing and looked out the window, while I
finished and got into the bed. "It's started to snow again." he said. "I
swear, I've never seen it snow this time of year before, ever. A little
snow in January, or February, even a little bit in March once or twice. But
never in December."
     "You don't have white Christmases here, huh?" I asked him.
     "Nope, none I remember, anyhow." Woodrow said. He kept looking out at
it. "Makes everything look...different."
     "Different how?"
     "Like everything here is brand new, and everything I knew before is
gone." Woodrow said. And I knew he wasn't thinking about the snow
now. Hell!
     "Come on, Woodrow, don't be like that." I said. "You're spending
Christmas with your family. You're not the first guy to lose his girlfriend
because he went into the Army. Hell, even with your girlfriend gone, you
got more than I have for Christmas....." I trailed off, I'd said more than
I meant to.
     Woodrow was looking at me like I'd sprouted a flower out of the top of
my head or something. Surprised at me. "Things that bad for you back at
your home?"
     I shrugged, embarrassed. "Bad is too strong a word. We're not a close
family, let me say. I can go see them, and things are all right. Just..." I
grimaced. "You have a real nice family here, Woodrow, that's all I'm
saying. You could have done worse here, is all. Hell, I don't even have a
girlfriend waiting for me, even one that has another man in her life
already. I'm heading back to spend my leave with that."
     "You could stay here with me." Woodrow offered.
     "Thanks, man. I'd like that." I immediately accepted.
     "So would I." Woodrow agreed. "I'm going to need you here."
     "Nice to be needed." I admitted.
     Woodrow came over and gave me a hug. I hugged him back. He meant, I'm
sure, and so did I, to make it just a quick comfortable touch of two good
friends.
     But he'd just been given a haymaker to his heart by his cheating
girlfriend. I had the loneliness of a holiday when you're in between the
family you outgrew with childhood, and the one you'll create for yourself
with a wife and children. In a way our bodies understood that our minds
didn't yet, we needed each other, and we needed closeness.
     So we hugged, and in that hug, a spark flew between us, a fire
ignited, and a need grew from the flames like a phoenix from the ashes. We
were glued together by our arms around each other, and the tug of that
electric feeling caused us to clash together like magnets. Shuddering from
the fire burning within me, I looked up into Woodrow's eyes and saw the
flame flickering there. My mouth opened to give vent to the smoke of my
passion, and then I was reaching for Woodrow's lips with my own and we
crushed together in a kiss that blazed up between us.
     I felt Woodrow's cock pressing against my lower stomach, it had worked
its way out of his boxer's open-slit fly and the hot organ was weeping
liquid fire onto my flesh. Groaning, I forced my body away from Woodrow's
slightly, reached down and caught hold of it and Woodrow moaned into my
mouth as I slowly pulled at it, milking more fluid passion out of its tip.
     Panting, Woodrow's lips slid off mine and he began kissing his way
across my cheek, down my neck, onto my shoulder.
     "Oh, oh, God, Woodrow!" I gasped as he slid his warm lips across my
body. "This is crazy, man, this is totally crazy!"
     "I know, I know." he panted back to me. "But I need you now, Kelly. I
need you so bad. Just this once, that's all, just this one time. We can do
it one time, can't we?"
     "Sure, man, sure." I agreed far too quickly, far too eagerly. God,
this was fucking screwed up! I didn't go for men, never! Why was this one
man, this friend, this fellow soldier, turning me on so much! Why was I
turning him on?
     As I considered this, Woodrow's lips went down to my breast where they
feasted on my left nipple, then he was kneeling and I looked down with eyes
glazed over by desire to see him reaching into my boxers, bringing out my
cock, and then sliding down onto.... "Oh, oh, God!" I moaned as his mouth
engulfed my dong, closed on it and pulled the skin covering the shaft up
over my glans in a move that caused my prong to flare up in sexual
intensity. I was besieged by my needs, my body held full sway over my
behavior, I could only observe, feel...need as it did as it willed.
     Woodrow's mouth danced over my prick, and I groaned, then my hands
reached down to catch hold of his armpits and haul him up to me, only to
toss the two of us onto the bed. Inside it, we moved in a silent agreement
into a head-to-toe position and then sidled backwards until we were able to
capture each other's cocks in our mouths, and I plunged onto Woodrow's
long, thick, uncut prod and sank down to where the glans was shoved well
down my throat. I didn't choke in the least, I felt rather that this was
where it belonged, deep inside me, and I regretted having to release any
part of it to milk at it, but I did, I gripped his shaft with my mouth and
pulled upwards on the fleshy column of masculinity and when the glans was
all that remained within me, I stopped and returned this human tower of
maleness back to its proper residence deep within my throat.
     Woodrow had me outmatched even so, where I could only get about
three-quarters of his length into me, he had me buried to the very base
even though my cock's size was fully the equal of his. I felt that I was
betraying him by not returning this talent to him, but though I fought
diligently, the last two inches of his manhood eluded me.
     Though this duet of man-loving we were playing was pleasurable and
intense, there was a level that we still didn't reach though we both nursed
each other's prongs relentlessly. It was like our bodies, still in charge,
were decreeing that this was not to be how this would play out, that we
must treat this only as the prelude, not the main event.
     So after some five or ten minutes of delightful attentions, I broke
off, panting and said, "God, I am so fucking hot! Let's get to it, Woodrow,
let's get to it!"
     He understood me, and rolled onto his back and let me turn around and
climb onto him. As I did, his legs rose to enfold me at my waist, and my
cock was heavily greased with his saliva, and I fumbled only slightly as I
found his anus and pressed my glans against it.
     Woodrow winced as I pushed against his sphincter, but as I hesitated,
loathe to force myself into him, he grunted and his hands reached up and
caught hold of both my buttocks and pulled me toward him. There was a
moment of intense pressure as the sphincter fought me off momentarily, then
it surrendered and I burst through into his bowels, Woodrow's body
stiffened and pain creased his handsome features, but he didn't release his
grip on my buttocks for a second, and drove me on down into his innards
until I was sunk to my very base.
     Fully buried in him, he let me go and said, "Ahhh, man, God, that
feels so fucking big! It's like you're splitting me in two, man! Fuck me
now, but easy, man, easy!"
     I moved gently as I could and he grunted and gasped, and I felt
tightness clutch at my organ at all sides. But as I moved, the tightness
released and after a time, there was no more feeling of something glued to
my cock, only a pleasant warm wrapping all the way around it, and that
wrapping was Woodrow.
     "Aw, man, now come on, give it to me, fuck me, now, Kelly, ram that
hard cock into me!" he grunted. "Come on, get moving, shit!"
     I began to move slowly, but as Woodrow kept up his commands to get
moving, I began to thrust faster and harder, until finally, I was moving
with as great a speed as I could, ramming my cock in and out of this hard
young soldier's ass, and he was clutching me and moaning, "Oh, yeah, uh,
uh, yeah, uh, do it, yeah, come on, fuck me, yeah, uh, uh, oh!"
     I felt my orgasm rising in me and I grunted, "I'm going to come, man,
I'm going to come!"
     "Yeah, come on, shoot it in me, shoot it hard, come on, shoot it!"
Woodrow urged me.
     "Oh, oh, ah, ohah! UH, UH, UH, AH, AH-AHH-AH-GAH-HUH, HUNNNNNHHHHH!" I
felt like the very gates of Heaven had opened up in my crotch, and the
spunk flew like the legions of angels pouring out and into Woodrow's ass,
and as they flew, all the delights of eternity assailed my brain, and I
rammed my cock in deep as I could and the last globs of my spunk were
pumped far inside Woodrow's insides, and then I was done and I fell onto
Woodrow in a weak, sobbing heap of spent man-flesh.
     And when I did, Woodrow gave a guttural growl I'd never heard before,
even in mock combat, and he rolled the two of us over and suddenly I was
the one with my legs in the air and his cock was resting on my stomach and
Woodrow was spitting in his palm and rubbing it on his dong.
     In the murky daze of post-climax, I observed this, and then Woodrow
moved and his hand was guiding his prod toward my nether regions. I felt
the glans find my anus and then he gave a hard shove that made me yelp out
in a combination of hot agony and fiery desire. I wanted this cock inside
of me, I wanted it all and I wanted it now, and I didn't care if the
attainment broke me in two, I was going to have it!
     I tried to help but I needn't have bothered, Woodrow was fully capable
of operating his prick like a pile-driver, and he slammed it in me a little
deeper with each shove, and he opened me as he went, and then he was fully
inside me and he began to make deep, long thrusts that turned me into male
pudding, I just lay there and let him stab me with his manly sword of lust.
     After Woodrow had me in full assault, I found myself wondering how
Louisa could have ever let him sign up for the Army in the first place. No
wonder she had gone looking for another man the moment he left, once you
rode a hot prong like this, you never wanted to lose it again! I don't know
about Woodrow, but in that moment, I forgave Louisa and every woman who's
ever cheated on her man in the service, because there was nothing better
than being like this, lying on your back while a hot stud plows your ass
for all he's worth.
     Woodrow plugged me for several minutes like that, an eternity of bliss
for me, and then he groaned, "Oh, man, here I come! Ah-gah-ah-GAH-AH-AH-AH,
AH-GAHHHHHH!" I felt the hot rush of male seed pouring into me and I held
on tight to Woodrow's thrashing body atop me and the spunk dribbled out of
me as he kept on fucking, the sperm drawn out by the motion of his prick,
and then he was done and he collapsed as I had, a heavy leaden weight on my
chest, but I endured it as my right and proud duty, holding up my comrade
while he recovered and could rise on his own, and he felt onto the bed
beside me.
     "Aw, man, that was so hot!" he panted.
     "I'll say. Shit, I never even thought about doing it with another man
before, but if this is what it's like.... Shit!" I agreed.
     "You bet!" Woodrow reached over and one broad paw of a hand reached
its fingers out to play with my right nipple like a stereo button,
twiddling the nub on top back and forth.
     "Hope your parents didn't hear us." I said, suddenly mortified.
     "Naw, Mom and Dad always stay up to watch the late show. It's not even
ten o'clock yet." Woodrow assured me.
     "Well, I know I'm ready to sleep." I yawned mightily.
     "Might as well." Woodrow agreed as I tugged at the covers to bring
them around and up to cover us. "Looks like it's still snowing outside,
too. I never saw it snow so early before."
     I looked at the window to see that the snow was building up on the
outside of the panes, and you could see more adding itself to the
layers. "It does seem to be forming a real snowstorm out there."
     "It may snow another couple of inches." Woodrow spoke from his
experience. "But it never lasts around here. A few days of snow and then
it'll all be gone. They'll close the schools and close some businesses, and
everyone will sort of wait for it to go away. Almost like a holiday."
     "Or a military leave?" I said.
     Woodrow raised up and leaned over to match his face with mine. "Call
it instead, a new beginning." He said and his lips met mine in a kiss that
was a promise words could never say as eloquently.
     I don't think that snow fell early after all. I think that snow came
just in time!

                             THE END
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