Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 17:28:34 PDT
From: discreet450@hotmail.com
Subject: Blizzard Bonanza

Blizzard Bonanza

It was a fierce, snowy night as I slowly made my way to the motel where I
was the night manager.  It was my job to handle late night check-ins, post
all the room charges, then balance out the books in the wee hours of the
morning.  Usually, I was finished by 2:30 am and then locked the front
office door and sacked out on the couch.  If anyone came, I'd just pop up
off the couch and take care of checking them in, then get another bit of
shut-eye.

This particular night was slow because of the blizzard weather and I was
wrapped up and sacking out by 1:30 am.  A short time later a battered old
car pulled up under the canopy and this college stud knocked on the glass
door.  I could see as I approached the door to let him in that he was a
cute little bugger, studious looking with glasses, sandy, wavy hair,
average height and build.  He came in, all damp and shivering, as soon as I
threw the dead bolt open.

"Hope you have a vacancy," he said.  "My car's acting up and there's no way
I want to risk being on the road in this weather."

"You bet," I replied.

"How much for a single?

"$15.95."

"Ouch!" he responded.  I've only got $12 on me."

"How can you travel with so little cash?"  I asked.

He pulled out a Texaco credit card.  "My dad gave me this.  The cash is
supposed to cover tolls and a hamburger."

"Well, I'm sorry, but that's the cheapest rate I've got available tonight.
But you're welcome to throw a couple of chairs together and sack out here
in the lobby with me for a few hours."

He had seen me lying on the couch under a blanket when he came to the door.
He took a quick survey of the lobby and gave me a nod.

"Got another blanket I could use?  The heater in the car is bummed, and I'm
really frozen to the bone!"

I quickly got another blanket from the closet in the back office and by the
time I came back out, he'd moved two overstuffed lobby chairs together,
right near the couch, and right under the heat duct in the ceiling.

"There," I said, handing him the blanket.  Looking him over, he looked
harmless enough, but wet.  "You're soaked from the knees down," I said.
"Why don't you slip under the blanket and then give me those slacks and
your socks and I'll put them on the heat register in the back office so
they dry."

Within a few minutes, he was under the covers and I had draped his slacks
and socks over the register.  "I'm still freezing, especially my feet.
They're really numb," he complained.

I reached over and felt his left foot.  It was clammy and cold as ice.
"Here, let me have those," I said, taking his feet and placing them between
my thighs.  "That ought to warm them up pretty quickly."

"Thanks, that feels great, but isn't it uncomfortable for you?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied.  "I just want to help you warm up as quickly as
possible.  Can't have you suffering from frostbite."

With that I rested my hand on his lower leg, just above the ankle.  His
lightly hairy leg felt strong and muscular.  I gently squeezed his calf.

"Hmm, that feels good," he commented.

"Feels like you're a runner.  You run track?" I asked.

"Nah, just jog now and then when I have time."

I continued my leg massage, moving further and further up.  And the farther
up I went the better it felt!  Nate didn't seem to object as my hand moved
to his inner thigh.  In fact he opened his legs a bit to give me easier
access.

After about a half hour I couldn't stand it any longer.  "You know, I have
a room at my disposal, and sometimes I sack out for an hour or so when
things are dead, like tonight.  Why don't we go back there and then we can
really relax," I suggested.

Nate jumped at the idea.  I quickly got his pants and socks so he could
dress and we headed through the connecting door to a room in Building 1.
"One thing I forgot to mention, and that is there's only one double bed in
this room."

"Cool," Nate replied.

As we entered the room, Nate asked if would be OK if he took a quick
shower.  "It sure would help me thaw out," he said.

"No problem.  You'll find everything you need in the bathroom, I'm sure," I
said.

I heard the water in the tub start running as I quickly stripped down to my
black bikini underwear and slipped into the nice fresh bed.  This was going
to be heaven, I thought, getting a chance to lie next to him in next to
nothing and occasionally brush against his neat body.  Really, that's all I
was planning, since this guy appeared to be a straight arrow.

"Hey, Bob, how do you turn on the shower?" came the question from the
bathroom.

"Hold on, I'll come and show you," I replied, jumping from the bed.  I was
in the bathroom in a second, and found Nate standing in the tub behind the
frosted glass shower door.  As I slid the shower door open, my eyes feasted
on a sight to behold!  There stood a naked Nate.  He was no Adonis, but a
really well proportioned 22-year-old college jock.  His chest was lightly
hairy (Just the way I like), and the hair trailed down his belly and
expanded into his heavenly crotch.  His cock was thick, long and cut, and
actually was out of proportion to the rest of his build.

I fiddled with the water knobs for a few seconds, trying to get the
temperature just right (and hoping to extend this brief encounter with
him in the nude for as long as possible).  When I looked up, I saw he was
getting hard.  Well, things were certainly looking up, so to speak.

"I want to get the temperature just right for you," I commented as I
continued to fiddle with the hot and cold knobs.  When I looked up again he
was fully erect, and holding the flat of his hand in front of him, trying
unsuccessfully to conceal his state as he flattened his huge prick against
his stomach.  It rose right up to his navel!

I'd seen enough.  I gave the shower outlet button a quick poke and the hot
water gushed out, surprising him.  "There, that should get you going," I
said, sliding the shower door closed.

Nate never said a word and I went back to the bed and stripped out of my
bikini and got back into bed, ready for action.  My prick was harder than I
could ever remember it in the past and pulsed in anticipation.  I heard the
shower go off and a few minutes later, Nate came out of the bathroom, in
his white briefs, snapped off the bedside light and climbed into the bed
next to me.

A soft glow of light seeped into the room from the pole lamp in the parking
lot outside, just enough so we could see each other in the dim
illumination.

His hand moved over and brushed against my throbbing cock.  "Hmm, what's
this," he asked playfully as he took my prick in his hand.

"It's called a hard on," I replied as I reached aver and grabbed his
equally hard cock through his underwear.  I quickly slipped his underwear
off and it was lost in the folds of blanket by our feet.

As I slid down and took him into my mouth, I heard is sigh of contentment
as his massive tool slid in and out of my hungry mouth.  Wasting no time, I
nudged him over on his belly and my mouth attacked his gorgeous, willing
buns.  I slowly separated his firm ass cheeks and slip my tongue up his
crack, finally tasting his fresh rosebud which he'd just finished soaping
to perfection.

Within a few seconds I replaced my tongue with my roaring poker and my cock
easily slipped up his hole.  He offered no resistance; in fact, he bucked
his ass up to meet my thrust and moments later I felt my hot cum reaching
the boiling point.  The explosion was the most intense I'd ever
experienced, as load after load gushed into his waiting hole.

I reached under his belly to help bring him off while I was still in him,
but I was too late.  As my hand found his cock, the pulsing had already
begun and he shot into my hand.

I flipped over onto my back and slowly tasted his nectar as I licked my
hand almost clean.  I saved the last savoring drop and fed it to Nate, who
thrilled in the taste of his own juice.  Then we lay cuddling in each
other's arms for another hour as the snow and wind danced outside the motel
room window.

A little later I returned to the front office to finish my shift and
coordinate things for the morning crew.  When 7:00 am rolled around and the
morning shift arrived, I slipped back to Room 240 to give Nate a personal
wake up call.  It was the best wake up he ever got, or so he told me later.
But that I'll save for another time.


Blizzard Bonanza, Part 2

You'll recall that in Part 1 of this story, posted April 6th, I met Nate
when he came into the motel without enough money for a room.  We made an
arrangement and things proceeded beautifully from there.

     The following morning, after I finished my shift as night manager at
the motel, I promised I'd give him a personal wake-up call.  And I always
keep my promises.

     I turned over my front desk duties to the day clerk who quickly began
processing early morning checkouts.  In the meantime, I slipped back to
Room 240, and using my passkey, let myself back into the room.  Nate had
left the security bolt off the door as I instructed, and therefore I had
easy access to the room without waking him.

     I came into the room and through the alcove to find him lying
blissfully asleep in the crumpled bed.  His right leg extended out from
under the covers and I couldn't help but notice his beautiful, hairy leg
and magnificent foot, exposed for my viewing pleasure.  He was a
meticulously clean young man, toes neatly manicured.  His leg, as I
mentioned before, was hairy, but the hair abruptly stopped at his ankle,
resuming at the top of his foot and also with some sprinkling on his toes.

     Nate was sound asleep, on arm resting across his midriff, the other
stretched across the bed, resting on the pillow I had previously used
during our early-morning romp.  The covers were pulled up on his left side,
but angled down on the right, exposing a portion of his delightfully hairy
chest and one luscious nipple.

      I quietly stripped down and crawled under the covers.  As I lifted
them to slip into the bed, I was welcomed by the heady scent of him.  It's
hard to describe the aroma, but you all know what I mean.  A slight damp
smell, sort of what you'd experience if you went right for his crotch or
armpit.  What heaven!

     Even after I snuggled up close to him and began enjoying the warmth of
his body, he didn't stir.  I slowly pulled back the covers, salivating over
his beautiful well-proportioned torso.  His magnificent, lightly hairy
belly rose and fell in rhythm with his breathing.

     Quietly, I snuck up on him, bringing my hand in contact with his
half-hard cock.  Still, he didn't stir.  I brought my mouth down to his
heavy balls and extended my tongue.  Finally, contact!  He twitched,
slightly startled, but did not fully awaken.  Then I moved my tongue up his
hardening shaft, finally enveloping the head of his now stiff cock.  His
magnificent tool was now in my mouth . . . and Nate was finally awake.

      I smiled up at him without releasing his cock, and proceeded to begin
the blowjob of his (and my) life.  I deep throated, swirled my tongue
around his shaft, and took deep long slow strokes on his meat, then
alternated with faster up-and-down attacks.  There's no other word for it,
I was attacking him.  But lovingly, and thoroughly.

     Nate began to squirm and respond to me.  He bucked up his hips.  He
grabbed my hair, pushing my face down into his crotch.  I took in the sweet
aroma of his pubes, still smelling of our heavy romp earlier.  He pulled
his legs apart and drew them up slightly.  I responded by grabbing his
thighs and caressing the hair on the back of his thighs.  He pulled his
legs up higher and I again responded by releasing his cock and diving for
his rosebud ass.  He reached behind him, separating his asscheeks to give
me better access.  I tasted some of my still-wet cum in his crack, and as I
write this I can still smell his beautiful crack, the scent of soap
mingling with my cum and a slight aroma of sweat.

     He allowed me a moment of bliss making love to his responsive hole.
He flexed his hole, opening and clamping it, allowing my tongue to slip in
and out.  Then, as I rose up on my knees, anticipating a repeat of the
fabulous fuck session we had enjoyed just a few hours earlier, he reared up
and pushed my head away from his ass.

     "Oh, no you don't," were the first words out of his mouth since I'd
re-entered the room.  "I have something else in mind for my wake- up call!"

     "And that would be, kind sir?" I inquired.

     He didn't answer, but with a forceful shove on his part, I suddenly
found myself sprawled face down on the bed with Nate hovering over me.  I
looked back over my shoulder and it became rather clear what his intentions
were.  His cock was throbbing menacingly.  And he had a gleam in his eye
that told me I was in for a real working over.

     And I was ready, willing, and---as I found out---able.

     Suddenly, Nate's face was buried in my firm asscheeks.  He roughly
spread them as his tongue attacked my puckered hole.  He was ravenous as he
sucked on my brownish bud.  There was no time to waste.  It was plain and
simple: He had to have my ass and he had to have it right then and there.
And I wanted him to take it.

      I'm not accustomed to being on the receiving end, usually, but these
were unusual and welcome circumstances, and I was ready to submit.  I
pulled my knees up and reached back, separating my cheeks as much as
possible to give him easier access.

     He pulled away momentarily.  "Do we have any kind of lube?"

     "No," I replied in a husky, guttural tone that surprised even me.  (My
God, I thought, I sound so fuckin' butch!)  Nate backed off a little, I
suppose because he was afraid I couldn't handle that massive cock.

     "It's fine," I said in an effort to encourage him.  "Go for it!  I'm
ready for you, Baby."

     "No!  I don't want to tear you apart . . . "

     "If you don't put that rod in my right now I'm gonna' pin you down and
impale myself on it.  And I'd rather take it this way.  Now do it, you stud
fucker, and let me feel you in my gut."

     That was all the encouragement he needed.  I felt the crown break
through and pass my sphincter, which was offering little resistance.  But,
oh, what I would have given for a strong hit of poppers at this point.
Even without them it was glorious, and I was delirious with pleasure.

     It felt like Nate was pulling my insides out with reverse suction as
he backed off for the final plunge before giving it to me to the hilt.  And
then suddenly I had it all, every fabulous inch.  I felt his pubes tickling
my ass.  I was on fire as he stopped, giving me time to adjust to him.

     Then he slowly pulled back and began a rhythmic penetration that soon
had me clutching and pounding the headboard.  My knees were forced out from
under me and I was splayed, spread-eagle on the bed.  Nate kept up a steady
rhythm and I felt his breathing quicken.  I knew he'd shoot soon and I
wanted to be right there with him.  I reached under my belly and grabbed my
throbbing cock.  A few strokes was all it took and I was there.

     Seconds later I felt Nate gushing as he filled my willing ass with his
hot cum.  He came and came, his cock pulsing as he dropped his load into my
eager, waiting asshole.

     Suddenly it was over.  We were both spent and breathing heavily.  He
relaxed on top of me, pulling up the covers.  We drifted off and napped for
about an hour, and then it was time.  He awoke, quietly slipped off to the
bathroom and then I heard the shower running.

      I slipped into the bathroom, that same bathroom where I'd first gazed
on his beautiful hairy form through the frosted glass shower enclosure.  I
slid back the door and entered the shower.  He was shampooing his hair and
didn't realize I was right in there with him until I grabbed his ass with a
soapy hand.  I caressed his crack as he turned toward me.

     We kissed.

     Yes, that kind of kiss, a deep tongue probe that sent my cock and his,
into another stance of rigid attention.  I was on my knees and his meat was
down my throat within seconds.  It took a few minutes, but I brought him
off one more time.  As I felt his cum gushing down my throat, I dropped a
load into the swirling, soapy water lingering in the bottom of the tub.

     Now extremely sensitive to my continued sucking, he pulled me off his
shrinking tool and back up to my feet.  We kissed again, then rinsed off.

     It was over.  Complete.  We were satiated.

     He quickly dressed, gathered up his odds and ends and was gone.  He
said he'd stop as he came through town on his way back after the holidays.
He didn't.  Somehow I knew he wouldn't.  But that didn't stop me from
staring out the big glass window in the front of the office for weeks
afterward, waiting, and hoping that maybe this time things would be
different and the knight in shining armor would reappear, as promised.


     Sometimes I wonder what happened to Nate, what he looks like these
days.  Does he still have the slightly wavy hair, the twinkle in his eyes,
the alluring sprinkle of hair on his toes?  I just hope he's happy.  God
knows, he made me VERY happy and gave me a lasting memory of a wonderful
night (and morning) that I will take with me to my grave.

     Some people go through life waiting for that terrific encounter, that
electrical moment.  Sometimes it never comes, or if it does, they don't
recognize it. My moment came.  I recognized it, seized it, and continue to
savor it to this day, many years later.

     Thanks, Nate, wherever you are.  I hope you're healthy and happy.