Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2015 01:49:09 -0800
From: Jason J <snowflakes99988@gmail.com>
Subject: Snow Shovelling the Neighbourhood - Part 3

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As the twilight of the night coaxed Jason to sleep, Kevin tucked him and
slipped out of his room, silently replacing the screen back on the window
and walking home.

Jason woke up smiling and humming the tune of "No doubt's Hey baby", which
alarmed quietly from his bedside alarm clock radio. He rolled out of bed
completely naked and immediately stretched his arms upward with half open
eyes.  Momentarily looking around a strange euphoria passed over him & he
imagined a vivid memory from the night before. *Was it a dream? He thought
to himself. It felt so real. *

Now standing he walked over to the mirror hanging on his bedroom door.  He
peered into the mirror at his body with a new perspective. His skin was
soft and pale in color with light blond hair on his arms, which felt smooth
as he hugged himself and let his hands slide down his arms. His bed head
blond hair was tuft to one side and just long enough to cover his left eye
as it swept to the side. With one hand he casually pushed his bangs back
out of his eyes and flexed his small toned bicep before spinning around and
gazing over his shoulder. Leaning forward, his back slightly arched, he
checked out his slender legs and bubble like pale bum. He was only barely
over 5ft tall, but his limbs seemed just on the cusp of hitting a growth
spurt.

Over the course of the week, the snow outside melted away and Jason seemed
perplexed by what had happened. He dreamt and fantasized about that night,
but was somehow uncertain if his encounter with Kevin was all a dream or
reality.  Jason masturbated every night that week, thinking about being
held and focusing on the smell & feeling of Kevin's body pressed up against
his. Every day after school, he ventured down his street and played near
Kevin's house, watching and waiting to catch a glimpse of his new
friend. Instead, a lovely woman came and went from their house as she
pleased & Jason could only assume that it must have been Vivien. Saturday
morning, Jason watched cartoons while eating frosted flakes and started to
muster the courage to knock on Kevin's door. He bundled himself up, put on
his snow boots and skipped down the street nervously to their house. His
heart was pounding in his ears & his hand trembled in anticipation. The
remaining snow crunched beneath his boots under the weight of his steps.

The next few seconds were a complete blur and suddenly Jason realized he
was on their porch, knocking "*rap, tap tap"* on the cedar panel door. He
listened hard and within seconds heard footsteps approaching.

"Why hello my dear!" said an attractive woman, just moments after swinging
open the front door.

"Hi there, is Kevin home?" replied Jason, nervously shifting his weight.

" Oh I'm sorry, he's away on business until next month..."  "What did you
need to see him about?"  "Well I just forgot my snow shovel here from when
I shoveled the driveway." He replied, quickly raking his mind for something
to say.

"Oh you must be Jason" she said beaming, "I'm Vivien, Kevin told me all
about you helping us with the driveway, it's so nice to meet you."  "Nice
to meet you as well" said Jason, swaying now while looking up at her. She
was beautiful & he had a strong impulse to hug her.

"I'm just running out for some errands, but I will mention to Kevin that
you came by & if I see a shovel I will return it to you. Which house is
yours?"

"It's 2247, the green one right before the road goes down the hill," he
said smiling and pointing to his left, symbolizing the direction beyond
their front yard hedge. He felt his face flush with warmth.

"I better go," he quickly added and waived, before turning on his heel.
"Ok nice to meet you Jason," said Vivien before closing the door & clicking
the lock shut.

Jason decided to go for a quick walk over to his tree house in the forest
across the street. He weaved between countless tall evergreen trees and
branches while he followed a small, almost invincible path deeper into the
forest. He had built the tree house with some friends in the Neighbourhood
and often liked to escape there. The next two weeks seemed to pass by with
a flurry of grade seven classes, hockey practice and hanging with
friends. Jason couldn't help but wait patiently for Kevin's return, but let
his impulses slowly fade as his daily life and curious excitement took
over.

That Thursday his parents dropped him and his younger brother off at
school, they were going away for the weekend. Jason was going to be allowed
to stay home; however, a close family friend agreed to check on him Friday
night & Saturday afternoon. His brother was going to be picked up by his
their cousins Thursday after school for the weekend. Jason needed to stay
home and work on a project for history class, a model castle, which was due
Monday.

Jason sat in class that afternoon and stared at the clock – *2:37* and
began counting down until the bell at 3pm.  Time seemed to stand still and
then suddenly, Kaitlin cheered. Everyone in the class quickly turned and
saw her peeping through the curtain outside. The teacher couldn't do
anything to contain the class as a sea of children piled towards the
window. Jason stood on his tippy toes and craned his neck for a view of the
courtyard outside. A flurry of snow pelted the ground and dark grey clouds
engulfed the sky for as far as the eye could see.

As soon as the bell chimed 3pm, Jason dashed for his locker to retrieve his
backpack and put on his winter coat. His jacket was dark blue and puffy,
the type of jacket that was in style and only the coolest kids had in his
class.  He walked away from the school, practically at race-walking speed
as his mind swirled with thoughts of building a snow fort & playing
xbox. He walked the 5 blocks North along the edge of the forest, before
coming to the mouth of a trail heading East. The snow was really coming
down and his face felt numb against the rush of the wind and sting of the
cold. He made his way down the trail, partially shielded and protected by
the tops of the trees. Giant redwoods and Douglas firs soared upwards above
his head and his pace slowed and attention wandered amongst the trees.

His feet crunched in the icy, sticky snow and left a trail of footprints
behind him in the opposite direction. The muffled sound of the forest was
trippy and quiet. Jason strolled closer and closer to the end of the trail
and the cul-de-sac at the bottom of his street. Just as he reached the end
of the trail, he looked over his shoulder and noticed a squirrel race up a
nearby tree.

A fresh white blanket of snow covered the ground and continued to fall as
the dusk sky darkened ever so slightly. Jason started to walk up the hill
and moved to the side of the road as silver Mercedes SUV approached and
turned into a driveway in front of him. Jason breathed harder as he marched
up the hill; his foggy breath was visible as vapor against the cold
air. Now leaning forward, head down he sideways glanced over the car and
saw one of his neighbors, Mr. Tran step out of silver SUV. He was wearing a
suit and black dress shoes, which caused Jason to chuckle out of
amusement. Mr. Tran was in his early 40's, he had short black hair, which
was slicked and gelled to one side and showed signs of grey and white along
the sides. He stood about 5"8 and looked sharp in his suit and rocked a
black leather Breitling watch on his wrist.

"Hey Jason, I need your help for a second." Called Mr. Tran.

"Alright, what's up?" he replied.

"Just this box, I bought a new computer, can you help me carry it?"  "Sure
no problem," he said, while grabbing a handle on one side of the cardboard
box.  "Did you just get off school?"  "Sure did, my parents are gone for
the weekend, whole house to myself." Said Jason, smirking at the thought of
pizza and xbox.

"Well that's exciting," said Mr. Tran.  Jason stepped into the entry way &
glanced around looking for Mr. Tran's daughters, two very pretty asian
girls around 16, who went to a private school near his.

"Wow it's really coming down, I wonder what the view out over the water
looks like right now..." said Mr. Tran.

"Ya I bet it looks amazing," said Jason, imagining a tremendous storm over
the sea.  Then while imagining streaks of lightning, he blurted out "let's
go see!"

"Hahah," laughed Mr. Tran, "Ok meet me in front of the house in 10 minutes,
the girls aren't home until 6 tonight, so if we're quick we can make it."

Jason raced home and changed out of his school uniform.  He shed the
sweater and pants in exchange for his North face snow bibs, which were
tight as he pulled them up each of his bare legs and over his white
briefs. He zipped up the back as best as he could and slipped his arms
under the straps, which sat on top his shoulders overtop of his white
t-shirt. He quickly switched into his light blue snowboarding jacket, threw
on some gloves and a black Nike toque. His blond hair was sticking out
under his toque and he had to adjust his hat twice to get the look he was
going for.

Without thinking twice he dashed out of the house after quickly locking the
door and slipped the house key into his jacket pocket. Mr. Tran was already
outside, standing against a tree and looking at his cell phone.

"Ok I'm ready let's go." Said Jason, rushing over to him.

Mr.  Tran nonchalantly finished up on his phone and looked up. He was
wearing a thick black bomber jacket, an argyle grey & white scarf with
black waterproof pants. His glare was piercing and serious.

Together they walked up a local trail through the forest.  Mr.  Tran led
the way, which would take them about thirty minutes to reach the tree line
and the stony beach of Seal Bay. Jason followed absentmindedly and didn't
notice that Mr. Tran had veered towards the right through the trees. He
followed his path, trying to keep pace. Under the thick snow & darkening
sky, it was difficult to determine where exactly they were. Jason started
to worry if they were lost, but trusted the direction of Mr. Tran as they
weaved through the maize of walled-tree stumps and tall trees.

Finally they reached a small opening in the trees when Mr. Tran stopped
sharply.  The branches were thick here and the ground had only scattered
flecks of snow. Jason couldn't help but feel like they were in a tree den
of some kind. He took two more steps forward into the opening and crouched
down next to where Mr. Tran dropped to one knee.

They were situated at the edge of a cliff approximately 50 ft above the
rocks on a small point with a vast view of the Stony beach a mile to the
left and endless ocean in front. The sky was dark and grey, swirling in the
wind with shifting faces and shapes, endlessly playing with the
imagination. The wind was fierce here and Jason huddled into
Mr. Tran. Within a few minutes with the sound of thunderous wind in his
ears, Jason felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked to see Mr. Tran
Pointing to some cover just inside the tree line. Jason crawled a few feet
over and ducked into the nook to lean in against the stump of a nearby
Douglas fir.

Mr.  Tran followed suit and soon the two had ducked in out of the wind,
within a small alcove of branches and trees. Together they relaxed against
the base of the tree with a smaller view out over the water towards the
horizon and an infinite abyss of new falling snow.

"An incredible sight isn't it?"  "Yes sir." Jason replied as he let his
body relax even more and leaned against Mr.  Tran while looking around
their sheltered den.

"I was talking to Kevin last week," he heard him say and felt his pulse
quickened.  He was frozen.

"He says you're a great kid."

Jason felt another waive of relief and a euphoric rush pass over him.  He
turned and met Mr. Tran's eyes, which were piercing, jet black and as white
as the snow. Their gaze was locked and he felt Mr. Tran's body turning, but
could only focus on his piercing gaze. He felt him move in front of him and
a strong grip against his biceps, followed by the warm pressure of his
crotch pressed against his split open legs. Jason found kindness deep
within those jet black eyes and felt an incredible tension break free, like
a pressure release valve.  He gave in to it, mentally submitting to him as
he tilted his head back and sighed. He felt a warm hand against his cheek
and then close in on the back of his neck, pulling him forward.

Their eyes met again and Jason's cock twitched under his snow bibs,
throbbing in agony and an overwhelming feeling of intense arousal. Mr. Tran
pulled his head forward into his face and when his lips touched, they
kissed. He felt the tender passionate kiss of Mr. Tran and the tight grip
of his arms around his body. He felt Mr. Tran humping his crotch through
their clothes and felt his tongue searching within his mouth. His own
thoughts raced. He imagined the dream of his encounter with Kevin. Then the
feeling of a grown man's cock and being fucked.

They paused and separated. Mr. Tran was staring down at him now,
 he pulled on Jason's legs, sliding him forward and unzipping his
jacket. Once free of his jacket he rolled him over onto his stomach. Jason
lay face down, breathing heavily. Mr. Tran, slipped off each strap of the
snow bibs and slowly unzipped the back down towards Jason's ass. His white
T-shirt became exposed and when the zipper had extended fully, Mr. Tran
pulled down the black pants exposing the first glimpse of silky white
skin. As the material slid down Jason's ass and became exposed. It was
small but had a rounded fullness appearing toned. Mr. Tran grabbed each
cheek with his hands and spread them.

Appearing as if out of a dream was a perfectly round pink hole, completely
hairless with a small sack just visible between his legs. Mr. Tran left
Jason's pants sitting along the mid thigh and dove his tongue into the
forbidden pink hole he so desperately craved.

Jason felt intense pleasure and closed his eyes. He heard his own voice
gasping In short little sobs and squeaks of pleasure. He focused on the
feeling of his tongue protruded him and squeezed his hole every time he
felt it dive deep inside him. Within minutes, he felt himself cumming and
the feeling seemed to last forever. Jason soon felt the head of Mr. Tran's
throbbing hard cock press up against his hole. The pressure was intense and
he felt his cock slide inside him. He fought back moans of pleasure and
pain. He let Mr. Tran fuck him and reached forward to hold his hands.

"Mr. Tran," he whispered as his cock thrust deeper inside his ass.  "I'm so
happy right now, please don't stop. Don't ever stop fucking me. I need
you."  He whispered. "This is our secret. I need your cock. I want it. Fuck
me Mr.  Tran"

Right then, Mr. Tran pulled out quickly and grabbed Jason upright.  Jason
turned around and glimpsed a long dark cock, with a purplish pink
circumcised head.  His cock was throbbing straight up and surrounded by a
thick forest of black hair.

"Open your mouth," demanded Mr. Tran.  Jason did as he was told and opened
his mouth just in time to see jet after jet of white cum shooting into his
mouth. He felt the warm liquid stream into the back of his mouth and took
his dick inside his mouth. It tasted salty and sweet. He swallowed hard as
more and more liquid filled up his mouth. He continued to swallow until
Mr. Tran stopped moaning before he collapsed back on top of his jacket.

They lay there together for some time, before returning home. Just before
they reached the end of the trail, Jason turned towards him and with a
loving look of hopefulness, said, "Thank you Mr. Tran."

Mr.  Tran pulled him close for a hug.

"Don't worry Jason, I'm coming over later tonight so make sure you listen
for me."