After the Blizzard

 Near Home—January, 2024

I was excited.  An old friend and fellow fuck bud had told me he would be in Chicago the second weekend of the month and asked if we could meet at the piss party held that Saturday.  It seemed a perfect way to reconnect.  And get wet together as we caught up.

But winter in the Great Lakes area had other plans.  It started to snow on Friday.  Seven to eight inches for my area.  Then freezing rain that night and more snow all day Saturday.  I was snowbound.  And pissed—not at all in the right way.

I was semi-dug out late Sunday by the men my landlord employs for snow removal.  I did more shoveling on Monday which, while cold, was a beautiful sunny day, making all the freshly fallen snow sparkle.  Somewhere in the middle of clearing the driveway, I wondered if any other snowbound men of this long weekend would try to find release today.  I came inside, warmed up and decided to see if anyone else was as pent up as I was.  The roads were fine.  And the parking lot of the bookstore actually held a handful of cars…

 

I go into the straight theatre.  Three men are here.  None that I recognize.  A white man in his late 30’s, with cropped hair and a hipster goatee is stroking his cock while sitting in the cocksucker’s seat.  Next to him sits a young ginger with a full beard and a nose ring.  The third man, is white, older than myself and sitting a few rows ahead of the other two.  I wonder, as I sit to the side, if the two younger men have been playing.

I take out my cock.  Instantly Hipster Goatee stands up.  He walks towards me, his hand holding his very hard and throbbing three-inch cock.  He offers it to me to suck.  Still sitting, I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue go to work.  He sighs.  This makes Ginger Beard stand up so he can see what we are doing.

Hipster Goatee reaches down and replaces my hand on my dick.  He strokes me, lovingly.  In moments, he pulls out of my mouth and goes to his knees.  He takes me deep, first thing, gagging at about the two thirds of the way down point.  He pulls off—obviously loving it.

Ginger Beard takes a step closer and begins kneading his crotch.  Hipster Goatee knows his way around a cock.  He is giving me a terrific blow job.  I wordlessly suggest he include my balls—and he does, making my cock drool.  His tongue licks up the shaft to capture all the juices.

But his knees tire fast.  He stands up.  “Now that’s a cock,” he says softly, but loud enough for the others to hear.  He moves away from me, stuffing his still hard cock into his pants.  The door bangs shut after him.

Ginger Beard moves to me, unzipping his pants.  The old man stands up and joins him.

“Will you suck me?”  Ginger Beard asks.  He’s a handsome young man, nose ring and all.  His hand is covering his plumped cock.  I go to my knees.  He removes his hand and a thickish seven incher is revealed.  I hear the old man unzip as I go to work on Ginger Beard.

“Holy fuck!” he whispers to no one in particular.  His cock is juicing like crazy.  He can’t have had sex for some time.  I dig into his Y fronts and pull his balls out.  He gasps again as I lick them.  My tongue is leaving the reddish hair on his sack soaking wet.

I hear the old man start stroking. 

“I need this…” Ginger Beard moans.

I pull off him and look up at him.  “I love to swallow…”

“Oh, shit…”  He pushes his cock back into my mouth.  My words act as his trigger.  He gives me a huge, younger man’s load.  He can’t stop shooting.  I hold onto his balls to make sure he stays in place, but he doesn’t want to go anywhere.  Finally, he begins to soften in my mouth.  Only then do I let go and let him pull out.  He reaches for a handkerchief—and then realizes there is nothing to clean up.  He grins—and steps back.

The older man pushes into my mouth.  “Suck it,” he rasps.

I do.  It’s a very average sized dick—and it is plumped, not hard.  But it’s leaking pre-cum.  He wants to be in charge.  He begins to fuck my face—quite a feat with a not fully hard cock.  But it must do it for him—for he gives me a load or a lot more precum.  I can’t be sure; it just flows out of him without the force of a regular ejaculation.

The door opens.  A guy sticks his head in and the old man pulls out of my mouth with lightening speed.  He spins around so the new guy can’t see his dick.

The new guy just closes the door.  The old man leaves, playfully slapping my cheek.  I stay for a moment on my knees savoring what just happened…

*

There is a slightly more.  I moved to the cocksucker’s seat.  Hipster Goatee came back and we traded blow jobs again.  But neither of us could get the other off.  I was spoiled by those first ten minutes.  And no one else was brave (or foolish) enough to come out that afternoon…