Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2008 16:29:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Snow Day

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your
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	Nothing makes me happier than a snow day.  Part of the fun is
watching our nation's capital collectively pee its pants in frenzied
anticipation.  Part of the fun is the sheer unexpectedness of the day off.
And, of course, part of the fun is being able to sleep in rather than go to
work.

	I was in high hopes one Monday last winter, when the forecast
warning of an impending nor'easter appeared to be coming true.  My office
was released early, around 2:00 in the afternoon, so that everyone could
stock up on the three essentials (bread, milk, and toilet paper) before the
storm hit.  My kitchen was already well-provisioned, so I just shook my
head and laughed at the sight of panicked people pouring into the grocery
store that I passed walking to the gym.  I wanted to squeeze in a quick
workout before the first flakes arrived.  By the time I walked through the
front door of home, it had just started to snow in earnest.  The leaden sky
promised that the fun was just beginning.

	Cracking open a beer, I was sorting through the mail when the phone
rang.

	"Hello," I said, cradling the receiver in my neck as I scanned the
pile of envelopes and junk.

	"Hey ugly, what's going on?"

	"Will, is that you?" I replied in disbelief.

	"None other, counselor.  How's it going, Jack?"

	"Well I'll be damned.  I'll bet that it's been five years."

	It had indeed been five years since I'd seen him, the last time my
then-partner Ben and I had gone to the Twin Cities to visit my law school
buddy and his wife.  We had stayed in fitful email contact in the interim,
but we had never managed to connect in person since then.  I chalked it up
to the avalanche of demands we all had to juggle in our thirties.
Sometimes friendships have to take a hiatus, but the solid ones always
resume, one way or another.

	"So, to what do I owe the honor of this call?" I asked after a few
minutes of chit-chat.

	"Well, you'll never believe this, but I'm actually in D.C."

	"You're shitting me!"

	"No, it's your lucky day.  I was supposed to fly out this
afternoon, but you might know that there's a little snow in the forecast,
and they cancelled my flight."

	"I can't really say that I'm surprised.  This city is pathetic.
So, is Sara with you?"

	There was a perceptible silence on the other end of the line, and
Will cleared his throat.  "Actually, we split up about six months ago.
I've been meaning to let you know, but it's not the kind of news that's
easy to share in an email."

	"I'm sorry to hear about that.  Welcome to the ranks of
single-hood."

	"You mean you haven't found anyone to replace Ben?"

	"Not for lack of trying, believe me.  So, do you have a place to
stay tonight?  You want to crash here?  It'd be great to see you again."

	It took Will less than two seconds to take me up on my offer;
confirming in my mind that finding shelter in the storm was one of the main
reasons for his call.  After giving him directions to my place from the
Dupont Circle Metro, I set about pulling some dinner together, and maybe
forty-five minutes later the doorbell rang.

	I could truthfully tell Will that he didn't look like he'd changed
a bit.  Six-three, broad shouldered, dark curly hair, and an infectious
smile; he had the whole package, just like in law school, where many women
and not a few men lusted after him.

	It was great to catch up over bowls of steaming spaghetti, washed
down by an honest red wine.  We traded break-up horror stories, compared
notes on office politics, and reminisced about some drunken nights our
posse had enjoyed after some killer exams.  Finally, I broke out the good
cigars and poured a couple of scotches.

	"So, brother Will, we can either smoke these on the porch and
freeze our asses off, or..."

	"Or what?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

	"Or smoke'em in the hot tub."

	Will winked at me.  "I bet that's where you lure all the guys.
Well, lead the way."

	The hot tub was located in a small patio through the French doors
in my bedroom.  I grabbed some towels out of the linen closet, and then we
paused by the bed and started to shuck off our clothes.  I honestly tried
to be discreet, but I couldn't help glancing his way a couple of times.
All I could conclude was that Sara must have lost her mind, to let such a
Greek god slip through her fingers.  All of the evidence of his athletic
nature was still intact, and I felt that familiar drop in my stomach when I
glimpsed his thick cock, which still hung as heavy as ever.  More than a
couple of times over the years I had thought about the times we showered
next to each other in the shower at the campus athletic center.  He would
rattle on about the finer points of contract or tax law, and I would
concentrate on keeping one big thing under control.  Unlike some straight
men, he was completely unselfconscious about being naked around his gay
friend.  It was very exciting to see that my recollections from those days
were not that far away from the current reality.

	"Ooooh, that feels nice," he said, exhaling as he slipped down into
the bubbling water.

	I passed him a cigar and a scotch and offered him a light, and we
just sat there for a while, enjoying the soft snow falling around us.

	Will broke the silence first.  "This is the best.  It's really
great to be able to pick right back up with you."

	I nodded.  "Let's not wait so long for the next reunion."

	He smiled and nodded, and then he reached over and squeezed the
back of my neck.  "You got it, buddy."

	Looking into each other's eyes, there was a brief silence, and then
he pulled my face towards his.  Leaning in, he kissed me, tentatively at
first and then more insistently.  At first I was so surprised that I didn't
even think to resist.  Soon I was so overcome with lust that I didn't want
to resist.  He ground his mouth against mine like he was a starving man,
and I snaked my tongue out to meet his, to taste and explore.  He groaned
as my hands roamed over his taut muscles, his hard nipples, his thick cock.
He hesitated at first, but soon his inhibitions gave way and he wrapped
himself around me.  We reveled in the delicious contact, rubbing and
rocking against each other.

	We both knew what would happen next when I maneuvered him up onto
the rim of the steaming cauldron of water.  He willingly spread his legs
apart, and I began to nuzzle his bobbing prick.  God, it was gorgeous, long
and thick and crowned by a glistening helmut.  I teased him for a bit,
licking and nipping along the bottom of his shaft and up to the flap of
skin under his head.  I could only wait so long, though, before taking him
into my mouth.  His breath came in ragged gasps as my lips traveled down,
inch-by-inch, and by the time my nose came to rest in his bush I was afraid
he was going to cum faster than I wanted.  Using all of my experience, I
began to suck him slowly and carefully, seeking to keep him just on the
verge.  It was delicious agony for him.

	As I sucked, I reached down and alternated between stroking myself
and fingering my ass.  A fever was developing in side of me, and there was
only one thing that would make it break.  I needed him on top of me, behind
me, inside of me, filling me up, and that was the one goal that I could
hold in my mind at that instant.  Will soon saw my need, and he reached
down and pulled my face out of his crotch.  We stood up in the steaming
water and kissed, allowing our erect cocks to bounce together.  Pulling me
by the hand, he led me through the door into my bedroom, where he pushed me
down on all fours on the bed.  I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a
bottle of lube, which he took from me.  Before long I could feel his
slicked-up probe parked against my hole, and I slowly backed up onto it.
He must have known that his huge cock had the potential to do some real
damage, because he allowed me to control the pace of penetration.  Rocking
back and forth, I eased him in a centimeter at a time, until finally I felt
his body up against my taut butt.  He leaned down and put his arms around
me, rubbing his chest against my back.

	"All inside now," he whispered into my ear.  "What do you want
now?"

	"Oh, man, I want you to fuck me.  I just want you to fuck me."

	He slowly began to withdraw, leaving a gaping hole deep inside of
me, giving rise to a one-dimensional craving that only he could satisfy.

	"You say you want me to fuck you?"

	"Oh jeez yeah.  Please fuck me," I groaned, trying to push back
against him as his hands on my buttcheeks held me in place.  This was going
to be on his terms.

	Fortunately, he soon reversed course and began to slide back in.
"Are you sure you want me to fill you up?"

	"Yeah, fill me up with that cock.  Oh fuck, you've got a big cock.
It's a fucking monster."

	"You just want my cock?"

	"Oh fuck yeah, I want your cock, and I want you to fill me up with
your cum."

	By now he was fucking in earnest, and he reached down and wrapped
one fist around my hard-on and began to pump.

	"I bet you've wanted my cock for a while, havenŐt you?"

	Gasping for breath, I just nodded, and he put his hand on the back
of my neck, lightly squeezing.

	"I bet you've wanted it ever since you laid eyes on it.  Mmmmm.
Oh, God, you're ass is tight," he groaned.  "I'm gonna pump it full of my
cum, you're gonna squeeze out every drop.  That's what you want, isn't it."
I just grunted in agreement and he reached down and felt my balls.  "You're
gonna shoot a big load yourself, aren't you?  You're gonna spray cum all
over the fucking place, aren't you?"

	I grunted again and he pulled out.  Flipping me over so we were
face to face, he used his strong arms to push my legs back, exposing my
gaping hole.

	"I'm gonna watch you cum," he growled as he slipped back inside,
impaling me on his prong.  "Shit, I always wondered what this would be
like, and itŐs fucking even better than I thought."  Sweat poured off of
both of us as we ground our bodies together.  I could have cum in an
instant, but I held off, waiting, watching, building the energy level
higher.

	I could tell when he was closing in, coming home, his eyes
half-open, his jaw slack, his nipples hard and dark, his balls pulling up
into their shooting position, ready to pump their sweet contents deep into
my guts.  As I pumped myself with my hand my ass clenched around his thick
cock, gripping it and milking at it as I gave in to the ton-of-bricks
orgasm that was bearing down onto me.  At that instant his eyes flew open
and he got an incredibly surprised look on his face.

	"Ohhhh," he cried as he bottomed out inside of me.  In one motion
he pulled almost all of the way out, before crying out again and filling me
up again, once again to the hilt.  This time he stayed buried and pressed
himself against me, writhing in his release.

	Slowly, slowly we both exhaled.  We lay together quietly like that
for a while, drifting on the edge of consciousness.  Finally he eased
himself out of me and rolled over to lie by my side.  Both of our torsos
were covered with sweat and streaked with cum, and I reached over to spread
it through the hair on his chest.

	"Mmmmm, nice," he murmured.

	"Very," I agreed.

	We just lay there, touching each other, quietly kissing.  Words did
not seem necessary.  In time, I took him by the hand and led him into the
shower, so that we could get cleaned up.  We silently washed each other's
bodies, taking our time, no places off limits.  Neither of us felt a need
to cum again, but we did both want to touch and stroke and touch the other,
before falling back into bed and drifting off into a deep sleep.  A deep
and satisfied sleep.

	And then, it was morning, and sunlight was streaming through the
windows and doors.  I stretched, yawned, and looked over to where Will was
talking on the phone, his back to me, his naked body on perfect display.  I
studied his beautiful ass, not really hearing what he was saying to the
person on the other end of the line.  And then he hung up, turned around,
and smiled.

	"Hey sleepyhead."  He walked toward me, a very firm erection
bouncing proudly.  "That was the airline.  I'm not going to be able to get
out until tomorrow.  Do you know a place I could stay?"

	I reached out and grabbed his cock.  "I know just the place."

	It was a great snow day.