Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 11:44:07 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@shaw.ca>
Subject: Close Encounters 1

DISCLAIMER: These stories are totally fictions. Each deals with male to
male sex in various locations around the world. If you are living in a
province or state where reading this type of story is not legal, you should
leave this site now.

Terry: First encounter.

First, a little about myself. I am a freelance writer and photographer. I
have a home outside Spruce Grove, a small city in Central Alberta,
Canada. I'm 42 years old, 6 foot and about 165 lbs. I'm gay and have been
all my life. I've written and done photo spreads for most travel magazines
and several other publications. Really anyone who cover my expenses and pay
me an adequate fee for my stories and photos.

Late summer 2010, I received a commission to do a detailed photo and story
on the Oil Sands outside Fort McMurray. From the size of the check they
sent peeked my curiosity. When I read up on the magazine I found out I was
doing a story for one of the largest environmental groups in the world. In
fact the one that coined the phrase "Dirty Alberta Oil."

I arrived in Fort McMurray in late November, in a blinding snow storm, with
temperatures near -30 C. Its one of the reasons I spent my winters
somewhere else rather than home. I'm glad they paid a good retainer, Fort
McMurray had to be one of the most expensive places to live in the world. I
spent a month, talking, photographing, looking and generally seeing exactly
what the so called Dirty oil thing was all about. As far I was concerned
all oil was dirty, Fort McMurray's just as dirty as any other.

It was close to Christmas when I headed home.

Two things I needed as soon as I arrived back in Edmonton. Fuel for my
truck and some beer for my body. The temperature in Edmonton was near -30
too and there was also a very high wind blowing. Damn near froze just
gassing up my truck. After grabbing a 24 of beer I headed for Spruce Grove.

Stopping at light, I saw, what I thought was a young kid standing inside a
bus shelter. Knowing the bus routes and times, I was sure he would freeze
to death before the next bus arrived, if it arrived at all. It was pretty
close to 1 AM in the morning. When the light changed I pulled up to the
stop, ran my window down.

"You'll freeze before the next bus comes. Jump in I'll drive you."

He was very quick to take me up on my offer of a ride.

When he climbed in, I saw his lips were almost blue and he was shaking
almost uncontrollably. I pulled a blanket from the back seat and wrapped
him in it.

"Thank you Sir." Was all he said.

I drove off. The speed limit was near 50 kph, but with the blowing snow, my
speed was closer to 20. He continued to shake and I figured something hot
inside him would help. I pulled into an all night convenience store and got
him a hot coffee. After drinking about half his shakes subsided.

"How come you were out dressed as you are in this cold?"

"My girlfriends parents kicked me out. I was staying with her. They found
out and booted me out."

"So where do you want to go?"

"I guess downtown Sir. I'll get into one of the Shelters or maybe stay at
Central Station."

"First off, my name is John. Forget the Sir stuff. What's your name?"

"Terry." He said quietly.

"Don't you have a home I can take you to?"

He just sat for a bit, not saying anything.

"I've been living on the street for about six month. My parents kicked me
out."

"Jesus. So what happens if you can't get into a shelter or Central
Station?"

"There's always someplace or someone who'll let me sleep inside." I heard
his quiet sobs.

I pulled the truck over and turned to him. I pulled him across the seat and
held onto him. The sobs turned to outright crying. I held him until he got
a hold of himself.

"What's wrong Terry?"

He looked at me as I think he was thinking what to say.

"I lied to you John. I was living with a guy. He kicked me out when I
wouldn't let him fuck me. My Dad kicked me out cause I was queer. He said
he would bring up no faggots." The tears started again.

"That cocksucker should have his nuts cut off for sending you out in the
cold like this."

"You can drop off at the next lights if you want." He said.  "Not a chance
Son. I'm not leaving you to freeze to death in this weather. Say, how about
coming home with me, at least until this weather moderates."

"You'd do that even after I lied and even though I'm queer?"

"Why not? Being queer is not a crime. Beside I don't want your death from
the cold on my conscience.

"Okay."

It took almost an hour to get to my house. Thank God for the contract I had
let for snow removal. I drove into garage and closed the door.

"Come on Terry we're here." I grabbed the flat of beer and led the way into
the house.

Once inside and into the light, I saw Terry was real good looking young
man. He filled out the clothes he had on very well.

"I think the first thing you need is a hot shower or bath. Come on I'll
show you."

As I walked down the hall to the master bedroom, I showed him a second
bedroom he could sleep in. Walking into my bedroom he stopped.

"Wow! This is nice." He said.

"Yeah, I guess. The bath and shower are through that door. I'll get you a
clean towel."

I turned and went to the lined closet and pulled out a big bath towel. When
I walked back in Terry was undressing in the bathroom. I walked in and set
the towel on the vanity. Terry had his jacket and shirt off and was pushing
his pants down. From what I could see he was a very well put together guy.

"If you want, I can put your clothes in the washer. I can give you some to
wear until their ready."

He turned toward me and I was instantly hard. Terry had a very nice 6 inch
uncut cock and nice balls buried in a lush dark blonde bush. I was almost
speechless. I'm sure he saw me looking at him.

"Thanks John that would be great." He smiled.

When he smiled his whole face lit up. I just grabbed his clothes and left
the bathroom. Damn I had to careful. Terry turned on big time. I just
didn't want to take advantage of him so quick after his last bad
experience. I took his clothes and after empting his pockets put them in
the washer. I grabbed an old pair of sweats and top and went to the
bathroom. The door was open, Terry was in the shower. I put the sweats on
the counter.

"I left some sweats that should fit you on the counter Terry."

"Thanks John."

I seriously considered undressing and climbing into the shower with him,
but knew it was probably too soon. I left and went built a fire in the fire
place, grabbed a beer and sat down to wait. Several minutes later, Terry
came out in the sweats, rubbing his hair dry.

He set the towel down and came over and sat down beside me.

"Thanks I really feel better."

He was so close I could feel the heat from the shower emanating from his
body. Damn my dick had a mind of its own, I was instantly hard again. He
half turned and leaned over close to me.

"I was hoping you were going to join me in the shower. I know your gay,
just by the way you looked at me. I want to thank you for all you've done."

Before I could say anything he leaned closer and kissed me. Not a chaste
kiss a deep tongue pushing kiss. At the same time his hand gripped my hard
cock in my jeans. Feeling those lips on mine and the hand on my cock I
surrendered to what I wanted. I pulled him onto my lap and returned the
kiss. I ran my hand up under his shirt, rubbing his back. He just melted
into me. I'm not sure how long the kiss lasted. He finally pulled back and
stood up. He reached out and took my hand and pulled me up. He led me down
the hall to the Master Bedroom. As soon as we were inside he pulled off the
top and dropped his sweats.

"Make love to me John Please."

I pulled off my shirt. He ran a hand up my stomach and tweaked my tits. As
I pushed my pants down he kneeled slipped my cock into his mouth. God it
had been months since the last time and Terry was so good, I was almost
ready to blow before I even had my pants and socks off. I stepped back.

"Whoa, slow down."

I pulled off my jeans and socks. He stayed on his knees as I watched. His
dark blonde hair framed his angular face. His lips were ruby red and
slightly shiny from just sucking me. Damn he was hot looking. I just walked
to the bed and sat down.

He walked on his knees right up to me in between my legs. When his hot
mouth devoured my cock, I just let it happen this time. I gently held his
head as he gave me the best blow job I had, had in years. I let go of his
head as I started to cum, incase he didn't want to swallow. Never slowed
him down as he drained me and swallowed, never missing a drop. He sat back
with a smile on his face.

"Come on bud, my turn." I moved up onto the bed.

He climbed onto the bed and laid on his back. His very hard near 7 inch
spike sticking straight up. Without a thought I dove down on his cock. So
smooth and thick enough to be a perfect fit. As I deep throated his cock he
almost screamed in pleasure. He must have been primed for a while, he
thrust his hips upward and I got my reward as he blasted three big thick
streams of cumm into my mouth. Damn he was sweet. I pulled off and ran my
tongue down to his balls. Bathing them I moved farther until I could lick
his sweet pucker. He squirmed and moaned as I rimmed him.

"God John, just fuck me already."

"You sure Terry? I thought that was why the other guy kicked you out."

"Yeah, but he had a huge cock. I could barely swallow it. I knew it would
rip me open if he fucked me with it."

"Okay."

I moved off the bed and pulled out a condom and lube.

"You don't have to use that John. I get tested every year."

"Well until I know for sure and you do, I'll use one okay?

"Oh yeah. No problem."

I rolled the condom onto my cock and then climbed back on the bed. Terry
pulled his legs back exposing that pink flexing pucker. As I smeared lube
on it I could feel it moving under my fingers. I applied a liberal portion
to my cock.  As I moved up and ran my cock up and down his crack he
shuddered in anticipation.

"Ready?"

"God yes, Please fuck me."

As I pushed my cock into his very tight hole, his eyes went tightly closed
and he gritted his teeth. As the head of my cock forced it's way inside he
yelped. I stopped.

"You okay Terry? How long has it been?"

"Yeah John, I'm okay, just go slow, its been a couple of months, but I
really love it."

I leaned over between his legs and licked the tears from his face. He
wrapped his legs around my back, preventing me from pulling out.

As I kissed him I applied a little pressure. I was astounded as my cock
slid inside his ass, like a finger into a glove. His moan of pure
unadulterated pleasure told me he loved it. My cock went balls deep into
him.

"Oh God John that feels so good." He moaned.

As I pulled back the inside of his chute seemed to want to hold me inside
him. Pushing back in it was like that first push, sliding a finger into a
glove. I fucked his wonderful ass slowly enjoying everything. His moans
were a long drawn out sigh of pure love. I was surprised it took me as long
as it did to come again. As my hot spunk filled the condom, he screamed
again in ecstasy.

"God John that feels so good inside me. I could stay like this forever."

My cock had deflated and I slowly pulled it out. There was on audible `pop'
when my cock exited his tight hole. Very tired now from the long trip and
long session of making love to Terry, I just dropped flat on my back. Terry
rolled over and placed his head on my chest. I pulled a comforter over us
both and was in instant dreamland.

When I woke up, I at first thought I had been dreaming. I staggered into
the bathroom and drained my bladder, then climbed into the shower.  After a
long hot shower I dressed in sweats and headed to put the coffee on.

Terry's good morning startled me and it all came flooding back.

Three strides and I was up to him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed
him.

"Good morning Terry. Sleep well?"

Just being close to him was getting me hard again. He knew it too.

"Very well thank you especially after having this inside me." He said as he
gripped my fast rising cock.

"Well next time I want this inside me Terry." I said as I gripped his
already hard cock.

He giggled and moved away.

"Coffee first or after?" He laughed.

"How about before and after." I smiled.

"Okay."

We grabbed a couple of cups of coffee and went and sat in the living room.

"Did you take those pictures John?"

"Yes. That's what I do for a living."

"Wow! Your really good. I like photography, but I'm no where this good at
it."

"Just takes practice."

"Would you photograph me?"

"Sure, if you want me too."

"Nude too?"

"All nude if you want." I laughed.

"Okay."

"First things first. Better put your clothes in the dryer. Then
breakfast. How old are you Terry?"

"I'll be 18 in a couple of months. Honest John."

"I believe you Terry, its just I didn't see any identification in the stuff
in your pockets. Was wondering, not that it matters."

I lost my wallet someplace."

"How do you manage on the street, with no ID?"

Panhandling mostly. Plus guys usually paid me to suck them, or let them
suck me."

"Or get fucked?"

"Well sometimes, but not the real big guys. Yours is perfect John."

I think yours is perfect too Terry and to pay for that wonderful night, I
think we should get you some new Identification, maybe some warmer clothes
and better footwear. Later we can decide what you want to do."

"I wish I could stay here."

"That's not out of the question for the short term. At least until after
you have fucked me."

When I said that he was on my lap in a flash. We went into an instant lip
lock. Damn he was a good kisser. He had a lot going for him. Nice cock,
real hot ass and a good kisser to boot. I would love to have him around for
a while. After the kiss, he went to put his clothes in the dryer, while I
started breakfast.

After a good breakfast, I finished off my story on the Oil Sands and
emailed it to the Magazine. That done, I figured I should hit the AMA, they
still owed me a check for some work I did. We could get Terry some ID and
then do a little shopping. Needed to replenish my food stocks and pick up a
few other things.

So after his clothes were ready, I gave him one of my old parkas to wear
and we headed out into the cold. No snow and clear skies, but still damned
cold at near minus 30.

The roads were shit, but driving was a lot easier than last night. While at
the AMA, I was told Travel Alberta, had enquired about who had done the
photo spread for the AMA magazine. So maybe stop there on our way
home. After spending several hundred on clothes and groceries, I drove over
the Travel Alberta offices. Going inside with Terry, I enquired if they had
any commissions available. They had one but they figured it might be too
late for this year. They wanted a complete photo essay on the ski resorts
in the Rockies, but had hoped to have it in the February Issue. Now being
late December they figured there might not be enough time to get it done
and into print before February first.

I thought about how it could be done. If I had Terry help me with the
photography and I did the narrative, I figured about four days in each area
would do it. Start in Jasper, then Banff, Lake Louise, The few farther
south and finish in cross country skiing area between Banff and Calgary.

They said they would do it if I could have everything back here by the
twenty third of the month.

We agreed. Bingo, one excuse to keep Terry around for another month and
enjoy his hot ass and sweet sperm. With contract in hand we headed home.

I stopped at the ski shop in Spruce Grove and bought new skis and boots. I
also rented skis for Terry, although I had to buy his boots.

"Isn't it too clod for skiing?"

"Not where we are going."

The sixteen day trip was one of the most enjoyable I had had in a long
time. Terry in bed with me, his tight ass, he screamed every time I entered
him, his sweet cum and his cock in my ass and his lips on my cock filled
our evenings every night. He really turned out to a great photographer and
it solved another problem. I knew where I could get him a job.

Arriving back in Edmonton with the essay ready long before the deadline
ensured future contracts with Travel Alberta. I paid Terry for his time as
a photographer, even as he protested. Also waiting for me in Edmonton was a
contract from Harpers Weekly. They wanted a full photo essay on the border
area between Texas and Mexico, with emphasis on the problems the Border
Patrol were having in controlling and stopping the illegal immigrants the
streamed across the border almost daily.

I called an old friend and explained about Terry. Jake was straight, with a
couple of kids. He readily accepted Terry and after explaining to Terry, he
was all for it. We arranged for a small apartment for him not far from work
and I loaned him the money to get set up. I promised I would be back and
look him up. After a night of uninhibited sex and tearful farewell I headed
for Texas.

End.