Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 00:01:06 EDT
From: RogerNeon@aol.com
Subject: THE LONG BLIZZARD

	Having grown up in a small town and moved to the city, I never
thought I would ever want to return to that sort of atmosphere, but here I
was in a log cabin I had had constructed in a remote area of the mountains
in Central Oregon.  In truth, I had not really returned to small town life,
because I was ten miles from the nearest town of any size, and the solitude
was almost complete.  The cabin had become my weekend and holiday retreat
from the pressures and stresses of career and city life.

	When I first located the building site overlooking a beautiful
valley, I was initially discouraged by the fact that is was six miles from
the nearest electric transmission line, and the power company would have
charged an astronomical amount to extend power to the site.  I then
re-assessed the situation and discovered that even without electricity I
could still have running water using a reservoir fed from a spring.  A
little more investigation, and I decided that perhaps I could actually get
along without electricity in a weekend place.

	So, as built, the cabin's bathroom was at the very back, closest to
the water supply.  Next came the kitchen with a big wood-burning cookstove
that heated water for the bathroom in addition to its other functions.  The
front room opened off the kitchen, with large windows and bookshelves
holding row after row of books.  Its wood heating stove threw out a nice
even warmth and flickering light on chilly evenings.  Upstairs were two
large bedrooms.  The one I used was at the front side of the cabin, and had
a balcony which gave a spectacular view of the valley.  To the rear of the
upstairs was another bedroom the same size as the front one, but without a
balcony.

	Light came from oil lamps, and over time I discovered that I really
could function for at least a few days at a stretch without "modern
conveniences.  I did have a battery-powered radio and a cell phone, but
they were for emergency-only use.  I also had a laptop computer, but no
internet connection.  Eventually I mastered cooking on the wood-burning
cook stove, though most foods I kept on hand had to be of the
non-perishable variety.  In fact I had managed to collect a hoard of food,
and once estimated that I could probably live several weeks on it if I
could stand canned bacon, roast beef, and Spam for all that time.

	This current visit was in early Fall to make final preparations for
Winter, which meant another large stash of food and filling my wood shed to
capacity.  I had things pretty well taken care of, and was planning to head
home the next day.  During the night I was awakened a couple times by the
sound of high winds, but I managed to just bury myself deeper in the
blankets and go back to sleep.  When I finally woke up and my watch said it
was 9:00, I thought something was wrong because the room was still so dark.
I lit a lamp and realized the reason for the darkness was a blizzard so
thick and blowing so hard it blocked most of the light.

	I hurried downstairs and found the heating stove had almost gone
out.  Without too much trouble I got it burning and loaded with wood.  The
kitchen stove had gone out completely, so I had to start it again from
cold.  Fortunately, the pipes hadn't frozen, but I left the water running
to make sure they didn't.  With the fires burning and breakfast on the
stove I turned on my radio to see if I could get some information about
this unexpected and unseasonable storm.  All I got was static on every
station I tried.  My cell phone was the same, even standing outside on the
balcony.

	I wasn't in immediate danger, as I had plenty of food and fuel and
certainly wasn't stupid enough to go out for long in such a severe storm.
I spent the rest of the day reading next to the stove, and turned in that
night fully expecting things to clear off the next day.  However, when I
woke up, the weather conditions were the same as before, and the second day
passed nearly the same as the first.  On the third day I was really
starting to understand the term "cabin fever," and most of the fresh food I
had brought with me was gone.  As much for something to do as for something
to eat, I started baking bread, and my efforts resulted in ten loaves, most
of which I put in bags and froze on the back porch.  That night I went to
bed with the now-familiar sound of the howling blizzard.  I knew people
would be wondering if I was alright, but my efforts to contact the outside
world had been no more successful than before.

	On the fourth day I awoke to unaccustomed silence, and sunlight
streaming through the windows.  Outside, the valley was filled with
snowdrifts of a size that usually didn't form until mid-Winter.  The
sunlight sparkled on the snow and ice-covered trees, making an incredibly
beautiful scene.  However, I was still stranded as much as ever, as there
was no way my small 4WD truck could make it through those drifts.  At least
my cell phone worked, and I was able to let people know that I was alright,
but unable for the indefinite future to get home.  My other radio worked
also, and it was full of reports about the completely-unexpected blizzard,
and how search-and-rescue teams were being mobilized to look for overdue
hikers and campers.

	I ventured outside to examine things and found that the roof of my
carport/wood shed had held alright, so at least my vehicle and fuel supply
were safe.  It was still extremely cold, but the fresh air and sunshine
were very welcome after my enforced hibernation.  I wondered if I could
make it six miles over the snow to the highway, and whether the highway was
even open, but decided against leaving the known safety of my cabin for the
unknown.  I passed most of the day chopping firewood and shoveling snow to
make a path around the cabin.

	Evening was approaching when I heard what sounded like motorcycles
approaching.  I wondered if maybe the confinement was causing me to
hallucinate, but I did step out onto the porch to investigate.  What I had
heard turned out to be three snowmobiles approaching the cabin, and in a
few minutes they had pulled up.  There was one person on each of them, well
bundled up in cold-weather gear.

	"Hi guys," I greeted them as they shut their engines down, "what
brings you up here?"

	They all climbed off their snowmobiles, and one of them opened his
face mask and smiled.  "We're on a search and rescue mission.  We've spent
the entire day looking for a hiker that was reported missing, and only a
few minutes ago we got the word that he was never lost in the first
place.... was safe in a motel the whole time!"

	"Well, move your snowmobiles around back and come inside to warm up
as long as you're here.... you all look like you could use it."  The speed
at which they moved after my invitation convinced me that my hunch was
right-- they really did need a break.

	In the kitchen they climbed out of their snow gear, which I put on
hooks to dry.  Now I could see them a little better, and they all looked to
be in their late 20's or early 30's.  The guy who introduced himself as
Bill had beautiful wavy, thick hair, and even though it was light brown I
could tell by looking at his clean-shaven face that the rest of him was
probably pretty hairy.  He also had dimples which showed most of the time,
but even more when he smiled.

	The other two guys were named Pete and Gary.  Pete had straight,
dark hair and a copper complexion, making me wonder if he was a Native
American.  Gary was blonde, and looked a little like a slightly more mature
Matt Damon.  Before I could really say anything, Bill asked "may I please
use your bathroom?  We've been out all day, and it's almost too cold to pee
outside!'

	I answered "help yourselves, guys.  You passed it on the way in."
While they took turns in the bathroom I shoved more wood into the cook
stove and filled the tea kettle.

	As they returned, I said "I've got hot chocolate and tea, but only
instant coffee."  All three of them said they would take hot chocolate and
I filled the mugs I had set out on the counter.  They took them gratefully
and sat down at the table.

	As everyone warmed up, I learned that the three guys were members
of a volunteer search and rescue organization which had been very busy
since the unexpected and extended snowstorm.  Almost an entire day had been
wasted looking for someone who wasn't even lost, so they were a little
frustrated, and definitely tired. I was also acutely aware that they were
all very attractive and sexy, even in their baggy heavy clothes. They were
hoping to make it to the ranger station at the opposite end of the valley
before nightfall, which would not be long.

	Glancing out the window I noticed clouds moving in.  I stood up for
a better look, and saw snowflakes starting to fall.  "Let's have a look at
the weather," I said, and we all moved to the front porch.  Dark clouds
were rapidly filling the sky, and the snowflakes were coming thicker and
faster.

	After a moment's observation I said "It's not my business to tell
you your job, but I really don't think you ought to go out again today... I
don't like the look of those clouds, and it's snowing harder as we watch."
At just that moment, a gust of wind seemed to cut though our clothes like
and icy knife, and we hurried back inside.  I continued "I only have two
beds, but if you don't mind doubling up I can put you up here for the
night... it would be suicide to go out again."

	They had a quick conference then Gary, the blonde, said "Thanks for
the offer.  It saves me from having to ask.  We need to report in, and
cover up our snowmobiles first, though."  At that point I learned that a
small case someone had set on the floor was a satellite telephone.  They
took it outside and reported their location, then covered up their
snowmobiles as he had said.

	While they were outside I pondered the ramifications of what I was
getting myself into.  I had just invited three very attractive and probably
totally straight guys to spend the night in my cabin.  Two of them could
sleep in the guest room, but one would have to sleep with me.  The only
thing I could do was resolve to stay on my side of the bed and try hard to
forget someone was in it with me.

	With everyone back inside I said "I guess we'd better assign
quarters.  Like I said, I only have two beds, so two of you can bunk in one
of them but one of you will have to bunk with me."  As an afterthought I
added "or one of you can take the couch down here, though it won't be very
comfortable."

	Pete, who had not spoken much, said almost immediately "Gary and I
will take the one double bed.  I guess that leaves you with Bill."

	I looked at Bill, secretly pleased at this turn of events, and said
"well, I guess we're going to be roomies.  Let's go upstairs and I'll show
you where things are."  I had already lit several oil lamps, and I picked
one up and led they way upstairs.  There wasn't an awful lot to show them
except for where the lamps and bedding were.  I hadn't made up the guest
bed, so Gary and Pete said they would do it.  I quickly showed Bill my room
and told him which side of the bed I normally slept on.

	Going back downstairs I considered the question of food, and
decided to make spaghetti.  Before long, I had a couple pans simmering on
the stove and one of my new loaves of bread warming in the oven.  The guys
busied themselves by bringing in firewood and setting the table.  As this
went on, the storm grew worse outside, and by the time we sat down to eat,
it was blowing as hard as ever.  We ate pretty much in silence, I think
largely because everyone was so hungry.

	When everyone was full Bill helped me clear the table and wash
dishes.  Pete and Gary loaded wood into the heating stove and tried to get
news over the satellite phone, which wasn't working very well.  Gary said
"I don't want to be any more bother than we already are, but would it be OK
if we used your shower?  It's really sweaty inside this cold weather gear."

	I told them I didn't mind at all, and that there would be plenty of
hot water as long as I kept the stove going.  Pete showered first, coming
out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.  I was pretty sure my
guess about him being a Native American was correct by now-- his skin had a
beautiful copper tone, was almost completely smooth, and he had a pair of
the smallest but most pointed and hard nipples I think I'd ever seen.  He
wasn't overly muscular, but had the kind of body tone that comes from work,
and not a gym.

	Gary was an interesting contrast-- his skin was also very smooth
and incredibly pale.  I guessed he was one of those guys whose skin
wouldn't tan, but he was still very attractive.  He was a more compact than
Pete, and I did notice a few wisps of hair between his belly button and the
top of his towel.  Both he and Pete hurried upstairs to put on a few more
clothes, but were down again in the living room quickly.

	By now I was really wondering what was under Bill's clothes, and he
didn't disappoint me, though when he came out of the bathroom he was
wearing a pair of boxer briefs instead of a towel.  In contrast to the two
other guys, Bill's chest was covered with a mass of light brown hair, and
his arms and legs were almost as furry.  There was a bit of a bulge in his
boxer briefs, but I tried not to stare.

	Bedtime was approaching, and Pete said that if I didn't mind he and
Gary would go up to bed.  I didn't object, but decided I'd have a shower
myself before I turned in.  I told Bill he could go up if he wanted, but he
considerately said he'd wait until I was ready.  In the shower, I had a
little difficulty keeping my dick down, and I caught myself stroking it
more than once.  However, I managed to get it under control, and nothing
showed under my robe when I came out of the bathroom.  Bill and I talked a
little, discovering that neither of us was married and that he actually
worked for the same log home company that had produced my cabin.

	Bill waited until I had things battened down for the night-- taps
set at a slow trickle to prevent freezing, and both stoves loaded down with
wood.  With everything done, I blew out the lamps and motioned for Bill to
go up the stairs ahead of me.  In my room I quickly changed into a pair of
briefs and a t-shirt.  Bill had put on some of his outer clothes, but
slipped them off so that he was in a t-shirt and shorts like me.  The room
wasn't very warm, so I blew out the lamp and we both dived under the
covers.

	A cold bed is always a little shock, but it fortunately warmed up
quickly with two bodies in it.  Bill was quite tired, so he dozed off in a
very short time.  It took me a little longer to drift off, but not before I
reflected that what I had feared might be an embarrassing, or hoped might
be a very hot situation had without any struggle at all become a
non-situation.  "Oh well, " I told myself, "it could have been a lot
worse."

	Some time later I had an extremely vivid dream.  Someone was
sucking my cock, and doing it very well.  My hips started to thrust, but as
I gradually regained consciousness I began to realize that it wasn't a
dream.  Someone WAS sucking my cock, and it could only be Bill.  His head
was under the covers, which rose and fell as his head bobbed up and down.
It was very apparent that he wasn't a novice at what he was doing, and he
expertly worked his tongue around my dickhead, then swallowed almost all of
it down, again and again.  I lay there for a few moments enjoying the
sensation of the best blowjob I'd had in ages, but I couldn't continue to
"play possum" forever.

	I reached with my free hand and gently put it on the side of his
head.  He immediately stopped, and started to pull away from my cock.  My
other hand, now free, slid over his t-shirt clad shoulder.  "Don't you
think it might be a little more fun if we both played?" I asked.

	He moved, his head popping up from under the covers near mine.
"How long have you been awake?!" he asked.

	"Not long.  I thought I was dreaming, but it was one hell of a
dream!"

	During this brief exchange Bill was re-positioning himself so that
our bodies were again parallel, and without conscious effort our arms
wrapped around each other.  For me, the sensation of another man's hairy
leg brushing mine is very erotic, and I was getting a extra dose this time.
Bill's mouth found mine, and we kissed long and hard, tongues exploring
mouths, and hands exploring bodies.  As I pulled him closer I slid my hands
up his back, under his t-shirt.

	When I reached his shoulders I said "get rid of this shirt."  He
raised his arms, and in another second his shirt was across the room.
Before I could do anything else, he pulled the same tactic on me, and my
shirt was with his.  The sensation of his hairy chest against mine was
indescribably erotic, making my already-hard cock even harder.  I felt
Bill's hand around it, gently stroking, and my hand found a hard spot still
behind his boxer briefs.  I massaged it for a moment, being rewarded with
Bill's soft grunts of pleasure.

	My hands moved up to the waistband of his shorts, and slipping
under it, encountered his furry ass cheeks.  He instinctively raised
himself off the mattress slightly, and I was able to pull his shorts all
the way off.  From feel, I guessed his cock was about 7 inches long, and
even though he was cut, he had enough skin left to make jacking his cock a
little easier.  He let me play with his dick for several minutes as we
continued to kiss, but eventually I felt his warm hand on my cock, which
was still sticking through the fly in my shorts.

	"Raise up," he said, and as I did he slid my shorts completely off
so that we were at last totally naked, hard cocks rubbing together as we
continued making out and feeling each other up.  Bill's warm tongue on my
ear nearly put me over the edge, and then it started down my neck and
collar bone, making me even hotter.

	"Just a minute," I murmured softly as I slipped out of bed.

	"What are you doing?" he asked.

	"Lighting the lamp.  I want to be able to see you."

	With the wick down fairly low the lamp gave out a soft, romantic
light.  I climbed back into bed, but pulled the covers back.  In the
lamplight I could see Bill's beautiful hairy chest, with the hair narrowing
as it crossed his stomach, then spreading out again in one of the thickest
bushes I had ever seen.  As I had guessed, his cock was about seven inches,
tapering to a pointed head as it lay hard on his hairy pubes.

	I kissed him softly, then almost immediately had to get my face
down onto that chest.  I rubbed my cheeks in the hair, and my lips found
his right nipple, which I gently sucked until it was hard, and Bill was
softly moaning.  His cock jumped in my hand as I worked his nip.  However,
I couldn't wait to follow that hairy trail, and I quickly licked and kissed
my way down, then just buried my face in his bush.  I love the smell of a
just-showered guy, and inhaled deeply.

	With my lips wet, I slid them slowly up and down the entire length
of his cock several times, his moans of pleasure again rewarding me.
Finally I just had to taste his dick, and wrapped my lips around it.  The
pointed head made it easy as I worked my tongue around it.  I couldn't
swallow it all, but I took it down as far as I could.  I started to stroke
and suck at the same time, feeling the hair on my chest brush on his hairy
thighs as I bobbed up and down.  He started to thrust his hips, but after a
couple minutes said "slow down."

	Not wanting things to come to a "head" too soon myself, I returned
to the head of the bed and Bill's warm lips and welcoming arms.  This time
it was my turn, and he repeated his already-demonstrated technique of
staring with my ear, then neck, then collar bone, and finally to a nipple.
My chest wasn't as hairy as his, but my nips are pretty well surrounded.
He still had no trouble finding them, and in seconds they were both hard
under his ministrations.  Then he moved farther down, kneeling between my
legs and I got a glimpse of a magnificent, sexy, hairy man leaning over me.

	He reached down and grabbed our cocks so he could stroke them
together, dickheads rubbing and hairy balls brushing.  In just a moment I
had to warn HIM to slow down, and he stopped for a moment, releasing both
our cocks.  The next sensation I felt was that of his warm, wet mouth on my
cock.  As I already knew, he was an expert cocksucker and soon I was
involuntarily thrusting my hips as he mouthed my cock.

	After enjoying the blowjob a little while, I murmured "turn
around."

	"What?"

	"Turn around.  I want your dick again."  This time he understood,
and while not letting my cock out of his mouth, he positioned his knees on
either side of my head, with his beautiful cock brushing my face.  In an
instant I was again working it, sucking all the way down until just the tip
was in my lips, then all of it back in my mouth.

	He continued to suck me, and our actions became more hurried, both
of us sucking and thrusting at the same time.  There was no stopping us
now-- my balls were about to explode, and Bill's probably were also.
Without saying anything, we both knew it was time to finish.  I sucked
harder and faster, and he did the same as our breathing became fast and
shallow.  Bill's cock became even more rigid in my mouth a half second
before it started pouring what seemed like gallons of cum into my mouth.

	At almost the same time my own cock exploded with several days'
worth of built-up jsim in one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever
experienced.  He worked to drain the last drop of cum out of my dick, and I
finally managed to sallow all of his.  He collapsed on me, and we both just
lay there for several minutes recovering.

	Despite the hot sex, the room was still cold, and it wasn't long
before we began to feel it.  Bill moved back up to the pillow.  I pulled
the covers back up, and we exchanged a nice long "thanks for the blowjob"
kiss.  Bill, like me, enjoyed the continued contact and cuddling after the
Main Event.  After several minutes I jumped quickly back out of bed to blow
out the lamp, then jumped even more quickly back into bed and his waiting
arms.

	Eventually, Bill turned on his side and snuggled up against me.  As
sleep approached, I asked "I wonder what the guys across the hall would
think it they knew what we were doing?"

	He chuckled softly and said "well, I'm not sure what they're
THINKING, but what they're probably DOING is fucking their brains out!"

TO BE CONTINUED....