Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 16:34:12 EST
From: BugarTheWizard@aol.com
Subject: blizzard p3

So this is my disclaimer. if you under age.. blah blah.. for your
state.. or country blah blah then what the crap are you doing here? go
 away!!!feed back welcome at bugarthewizard@yahoo.com flames will be
 ignored, or dealt with. but then if you are flaming me.. why are you
 here in teh first place? oh, and also, if you wanna see any certain
boys doing any certain thing, let me know.. and also, this story will
have at some point boy boy, and man boy sex.

Blizzard

part 3.


	"Derek, wake up." a voice whispered to me. Whaa? images of
snow men playing poker vanished from my eyes, and I saw a dim form
above me. I tried to move my arm, but it was trapped under some heavy
weight.A warm heavy weight. Then it dawned on me I was in a hotel
room with 4 sleeping boys. or at least 3.

	"What?" I asked finally, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. I
hoped everything was ok.

	"The power went out." Andy said. I listened, and the normal
sounds related to the power were not there the room. I also noticed
the heat had gone down. Then suddenly the I heard the heater again.
"What was that?" he asked, shaking me.

	"Probably the generator." I said, still sleepy, and trying
to fight the cotton mouth. "what time is it?" I asked.

	"I don't know.. I woke up and the clock was off." Andy
replied.I managed to twist my head, and there was the clock blinking
12:00 am. Great. I guess I could check my cellphone in the morning.

	"Look. go to bed." I said, and closed my eyes.

	"But..I can't sleep." He said hesitantly. "And Josh and Dane
are missing." he added.

"Huh? did you look in the living area?" I asked groggily.

	"Let me check." I saw his dim form move from beyond my vision,
and I heard the door click. I wish I knew what his exact problem was.
I wanted to help him, but I couldn't if he didn't tell me.

	I felt the bed move, and knew he was back. he was good at
being quiet. must have something to do with his acting ability or
something. "they're sleeping on the couch." he said. "I guess its a
fold out." What? Why had we missed that. it would explain why Brian
was giving us wierd looks as we requested the rollaways.

	"So whats on your mind?" I asked directly, deciding to get
things out in the open. I put my free hand on Steven's head, then
gently pushed him off my arm.

	Andy looked at me as I rolled over and sat up on the bed. "I
don't know. I just miss my bed, and my house. and My mom. I wish my
dad was as cool as you are, I wish he liked me for who I am." I
really didn't knon what to say to this.

	"I like you for you..and I wish I could speak for your father,
but I can't." I said, hoping to say the right thing. He looked so sad
and down in the dim light from the clock, that I reached over, and
pulled him close to me, relishing the feel of soft skin underneath his
thin t-shirt.

	Andy sighed as he leaned into me, wrapping his arms around my
neck as I ran my hands up and down his back. "It's not fair, other
dads love their kids.." he whispered to me, his voice beginning to
crack. Soon he was crying, his body shudddering with tears as I held
him, trying to impart some sense of love and comfort to the boy in my
arms.

	He finally began to quiet after some minutes of crying, and I
could notice an interesting lump against my stomach. some how in crying
Andy had worked his way directly onto my lap, his legs wrapped
around my waist. In fact, I now noticed I had slid my hands down and
around his firm butt cheeks to help support him as I sat on the edge
of the bed.

	My new awareness was not helping things. Great. how was I going
to get Andy off my lap before he notcied the erection I was getting. I
didn't want him to think anything badly of me. "you feelin better
Andy?" I asked him, scooting backward so I didn't have to hold his buns
so tightly.

	"Yeah." He sniffed, pulling away a little. I thought he might
be feeling a little embarrased. Personally I didn't think he should
be, what you feel is what you feel right? I learned this from my psy-
chology professor. there is always a reason for what you are feeling,
so you shouldn't knock it.

	"Hey. its alright to cry around me." I said, brushing some
tears from his eyes. I really needed to be careful. he was so cute, so
vunerable. "you feel the way you feel, right?" I asked him.

	"I guess so," he sniffed, "but I don't want to feel this way."
he said, putting his forehead against mine. now that was wierd, but I didn't
have time to think on it as I needed to reply.

	"Of course not. nobody likes to be in pain." I said, now even
more conscious of his hard on pushing against me. I didn't want to
mention it as it would make him feel even worse.

	"Sorry." He said, trying to pull away. Apparently I'd given
away something with my face.

	"About what?" I asked, playing dumb. Maybe I could let him get
away with some shred of dignity. But the feel of his hardness pressing
against me was causing my own cock to raise, right in between his soft
butt cheeks.

"You know.." he trailed off.

	"you mean this?" I said, pulling his lower waist against my
stomach. Andy breathed in quickly, and I knew I must have rubbed his
shaft with my motion. Great. now he hated me, and he was going to
scream or run or tell scott or something.

	"Yeah." he said, thrusting again, breathing just as hard. some-
thing about my face must have confused him because he stopped. "sorry.
you probably think I'm evil or disgusting now." he said as he tried
pull away.

	"Hey, were you going?" I asked, still holding him on my lap.
"I don't think your evil. why would I think that?" I asked, hoping
he'd share.

	"Well, my parents say.." he began and I could tell where this
was headed.  "That guys who like guys are...bad." he said. ooh. ouch.
that would hurt.

	Now I normally wouldn't do this, but I needed him to know. "I
like guys. does that mean Im bad?" I asked. andy looked at me , then
threw himself against me, crying. I ran my hands up and down his back,
trying to share some comfort with him.

	"No." he mumbled into my shoulder. "You're always so nice, and
you've never done anything to anyone...like that." He said, still
crying.
	"Hey. being gay doesn't make you a bad person." I said, still
rubbing his back.

	"but..." he protested.

	"you're not a bad person." I whispered, then kissed him on
 the lips. What are you doing? my mind screamed. He startled for a
second, and I was about to back away when he kissed me back, wrapping
his hands around my head, and pulling me in. I froze for a moment, then
returned the favor, eagerly kissing his face.

	soon our senses were clouded by sex and more sex. and I knew
that we were going to do something. I continued kissing his young face,
working my way down his slender neck, and causing him to moan. "Derek,
this is... my...oh that feels good...first time..." He sighed. well I
would definitely make it good then.

	I pulled him onto the bed and laid him down, carefully covering
him so I could begin a full body tongue massage. Andy moaned as I
began tracing my toungue over his face and neck.. then down farther,
covering every inch of his skin with wet kisses and tongue flicks.

FROM JIM
	"Derek..." Andy moaned, squirming under my lips.

	I stopped my exploring and looked at his face.  Had i hurt him?
Did he want to stop?  Was he suddenly having second thoughts?  No, he
couldn't, could he?

	His smile told me everything.  His angelic face was watching
 me, and his young eyes reassured me.  But the pleasure on his face
 was slowly fading to some mix of sadness, disapointment, and panic.

	"No, Derek please,don't stop" he pleaded, "It feels so good."

	That was all it took.  I went back down on his smooth chest,
sucking his right nipple into my mouth while gently twisting the left
between my fingers.  He bucked at my touch, and for a moment, I was
worried Steven would wake up.  But he was still lying there peacably,
his breathing regular and slow in his sleep.

	My attenti^Fn was brought back to the young body beneath me
when i felt Andy's small hands pulling my head back to his face.

	"Are you ok?" I whispered, concerned i'd taken it a little to
 far.

	"No," he answered, slowly grinding his hardon into my abs,
"it just feels so good.  I don't want this to end, but i'm so
close..." I slid my hand gently down to grab his slender cock. He
gasped in pleasure, as I gently ran my hand along its length, then i
took his head, and very gently squeezed it. I knew from experience
that this was the best way to slow down an impending orgasm.

	I kissed him gently on the lips, as I rolled him onto my chest.
I slid backwards, propping myself up at the head of the bed and began
to run my hands up and down his chest and stomach as he slipped off his
boxers.

	"Aren't you going to take yours off?" he asked me when I began
to trace his body again.

	"I wasn't sure if you would be ok.. but if you want me too?" i
asked. he replied by helping me slide my boxers off and letting my
8 inch hard dick spring upwards. he looked at me, in the dim light as
if debating something in his head.

	"you can touch it if you want." I said, and he smiled. He
grabbed my cock and began to examine it while slowing moving his hand
up and down.

	"It's so big." he whispered. I nodded and gently pulled him
back into me, our cocks trapped between us as I began to make out with
him as we rocked together, our heat levels rising. Soon we were rolling
around on the bed, thrusting and rubbing, while I explored his mouth
wiht my tongue.  he was panting and I was panting, our bodies now
covered in sweat, making it easier to thrust and slide against each
other.

	and soon the climax was upon us and we came, one right after
the other, our seed spilling onto our stomachs as we writhed together.

	"Oh thank you Derek." Andy said, kissing me one last time on
the lips.

	"Your welcome." I said. Then we pulled on our cloths, after
wiping our stomachs, then we slipped back into bed next to the
still sleeping Steven.