Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2014 10:27:15 -0500
From: Brian
Subject: The Blizzard

My flight was the last to land at Denver International Airport before they
closed it for the winter storm that was moving in. As the plane approached
for landing the winds had picked up and the turbulence made for a bumpy
landing. I looked out of the airplane window and watched as service
vehicles attempted in vain to clear the snow from the runway, it was a
field of white with yellow blinking punctuating the darkness.

Finding a ride to the hotel was a challenge. Most of the cab companies had
stopped service to the airport because of the storm, but I was able to find
a ride on a mini-bus that agreed to drop me at my hotel. The mini-bus was
full to capacity, we were practically sitting on each others laps as we
rolled slowly down the snow covered roads. It took nearly an hour to get to
the hotel, by then the bus was mostly empty. As I departed the bus, the
driver told me "Stay warm" and closed the door as I trudged through the
snow into the hotel lobby.

The lobby was bright and welcoming and most of all warm. A large fireplace
was blazing at one end of the room while guests were checking in at the
reception desk. Since there was a line, I decided to wait by the fireplace
until things slowed down a little. I made my way over towards the fireplace
where there were a pair of brown leather sofas. I took off my coat and took
a seat on the empty sofa. Across from me on the other sofa was a very good
looking man, mid thirties, neatly trimmed beard, wearing a blue dress shirt
and a tightly fitted pair of jeans. He had a drink in his hand, most likely
bourbon with ice that he sipped at slowly. We made eye contact briefly as I
sat down, then he looked to the fireplace. He seemed a little pre-occupied
with something so I didn't make conversation, but sat quietly, enjoying the
warmth of the fireplace.

After a few minutes I noticed him looking at me, discretely, a glance now
and again. Now he looked a little nervous, anxious about something. I
didn't think about it too much, because the line had evaporated at the
check-in desk. I got up and grabbed my coat and bag and headed to the
desk. A lovely young lady with a brilliant smile greeted me and took my
information. She looked pensively at the computer screen and then swallowed
and smiled again as she looked at me.

"Because of the snowstorm, we've a bit overbooked. Many of our guests
flights were canceled so we're trying to find everyone a room..." Another
nervous smile. "My management has authorized me to upgrade you to a suite
of rooms for your stay, if you would be willing to share the suite with
another person. It would only be until the storm blows over and flights
resume."

I thought about the offer for a moment and decided to take it. The
Inverness Hotel in Denver is a very nice hotel, I was a little curious what
it might be like to stay in the suite and thought that the inconvenience of
a roommate for a day or two wouldn't be much trouble. "Yes, that will be
fine I said, but I would like to request that I have the master bedroom and
that the other guest stay in the secondary room."

"Of course, if you'll just wait a moment, I'll have the concierge get the
other guest and accompany you to the room." I thanked her and took my bag
to the concierge desk and waited while he went about finding the other
guest. My gaze followed him across the room as he headed right for the sofa
by the fireplace. He stopped and leaned in to speak to the man I had sat
across from on the other Sofa. The man smiled and got up and accompanied
the concierge back to his desk. As they neared I was able to get a better
look at this man, he was tall, maybe 6'2", broad shoulders, muscular, he
moved with the gait of an athlete. As he neared I caught a glimpse of his
package, I wasn't sure when I was sitting across from him, but I could tell
now as it bulged slightly, pressing against the faded denim as he
walked. Hmmmm, I thought to myself, I wonder if there's a shared bathroom,
smiling faintly I returned to reality from my fantasy. The concierge
stepped forward and said to me "Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Bender". The man
smiled warmly and stuck out his hand to shake hands with me saying "Please,
call me Todd". I smiled, shook his hand and replied "Nice to meet you Todd,
I'm Mike."

The concierge said "Right this way gentlemen" as he lead off towards the
elevators. "I really appreciate your willingness to share a room tonight
Mike, my flight got canceled and every hotel in town is full because of the
storm." "As long as you don't snore..." I joked back, Todd laughed and
smiled. Things seemed to be going very well. I thought at least I would
have a nice evening with a handsome man, even if nothing else
transpires. After a short elevator ride to the twelfth floor, we exited and
walked to the end of the hall. The concierge opened the room with the
key-card and showed us in. The suite was large and well appointed with a
gas fireplace in the corner near a 3 person whirlpool. The concierge took
my bag to the master suite as Todd took his bag into the guest room. A
moment later as the concierge left he said "And, please help yourself to
anything in the mini bar, compliments of the hotel. We do appreciate your
willingness to share this room, have a pleasant stay." He departed and
closed the door behind him.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink" Todd said as he headed
right for the mini bar. I knew he had already had a drink or two, but it's
not like either one of us had anywhere to go that night. "What's your
poison?" he said crouching in front of the mini bar. "I call dibs on the
bourbon", he said over his shoulder, smiling. "I'll take the vodka." I
replied as I headed towards the chairs near the fireplace and whirlpool. As
I relaxed in the chair I watched Todd's muscular ass as I hear cubes of ice
clink into the a glass. He turned about smiling, a glass in each hand as he
walked a few steps and handed me mine. "Cheers" he said tapping his glass
to mine. We each took a drink. He stepped back and walked over to the
fireplace and flipped on the switch. "I hope you don't mind" he said, "It
just feels more comfortable by the fireplace."

"Fine with me." I said smiling. I hadn't eaten anything all day and the
vodka was going straight to my head. The next hour seemed a blur when I
think back about it. We chatted about where we were from, what we did,
whether we were married or not. As we started into our second glasses of
alcohol, I noticed that he had unbuttoned his shirt another button. It was
obvious we were both getting a little drunk. Lots of smiles and jokes and
once in a while a fleeting glance at my crotch. He had been sitting with
his hands resting on the arms of the chair, but now he had one hand in his
lap, or more appropriately over his crotch. Every so often, when he thought
I wouldn't notice he was rubbing it. Just a quick rub or squeeze, often
quite while he was talking with me and thought he was holding my eye
contact.

As we drained the second cocktail, the conversation changed a bit, double
entendres, comments about how long it had been since he got laid. I played
along and joined him in the conversation. I wasn't quite sure yet if he
figured out that I was gay or if he really didn't care. He stood up to
excuse himself to go to the rest room and I noticed that his package had
become a full-on bulge. He walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I
was getting pretty turned on at the thought of him in the other room
touching his cock, wishing I was in there to see it. The sound of the door
opening snapped me back into reality as he emerged. He was obviously turned
on, what had been a bulge before had been "straightened out", I could
clearly see the outline of his cock heading from his crotch towards his
thigh. He smiled at me as he crossed the room, a little wobbly as he
walked. "What do you say, we try out the whirlpool?" he said as he leaned
over the tub trying to figure out the controls.

I was a little surprised and said nervously "I didn't bring a swimsuit."
"Neither did I" he said slyly as he turned on the water. "We're both guys,
it's not like you haven't seen a dick before." He said with a sheepish grin
as he started to unbutton his shirt. "Sure, sounds like fun." I said as I
stood up and started to undress. As I undressed, I watched his every move,
and enjoyed seeing his toned body as it was slowly revealed to me. I tried
not to be too obvious while I watched him, but he didn't seem to notice and
he certainly wasn't shy about it.

As he folded his shirt, I watched his broad shoulders and toned arms
flex. He turned right towards me and unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped
them. Slipping them to the floor and sliding them off his thick, powerful
legs. He was wearing a tight pair of white boxer-briefs, and his erection
was pretty noticeable. He stopped for a moment, looking down at his body as
his handed glided over his cock, he looked up smiling at me, he caught me
looking. He didn't make it awkward, he just slid his thumbs under the
waistband and bent over to take off his underwear. I had just taken off my
pants and was standing up to take off my underwear as I looked at him,
standing there, arms at his sides, with a thick, rock hard, 8.5" cock
standing straight out.

Any apprehension I had about taking off my underwear to reveal my erection
vanished immediately. I took off my briefs and my hard 7" cock popped up
immediately. As I looked up I saw him getting into the water. A moment of
confusion and embarrassment washed over me. Was I wrong about his
intentions? Did he not like the way I looked? What was going on? He seemed
kind of indifferent to the fact that both of us were within 5 feet of each
other with raging hard-ons. I stepped forward and climbed into the
whirlpool, my cock bouncing around as I did. I relaxed as the warm water
flowed around me. "I have a confession to make..." he said looking at me
quite earnestly. "Bless you son, go ahead with your confession..." I said
in a priestly voice, trying to break the tension I felt.

"I'm straight, but I've always wanted to try it..., you know, with a guy."
he said his voice sounding suddenly nervous. "When I saw you in the lobby
by the fireplace, I kind of hoped you would be who I was sharing a room
with." he continued. "I hope that doesn't weird you out and if you're not
into guys, I completely understand...." he said as he started to back
pedal. I smiled and reached out to take his hand. "It's ok, I like you too,
and I would be happy to be your first experience with a guy,"

"Don't be nervous, the hard part is done, just working up the courage to
say what your were interested in is the scary part. We'll take things slow
and if you figure out this isn't for you, no harm – no foul." I
said. "God, I didn't think I would be this nervous. I mean I'm really
turned on, well, you saw that as I got into the tub, but I just
thought...." he said as I shushed him. "It's just one night, it doesn't
mean anything about who you are or what you want, it's just something you
want to try, just relax and enjoy it. We'll be careful and it's just
between the two of us." I said with a soothing voice. He smiled and started
to relax. I moved closer to him in the tub, facing him, putting both my
hands on his knees. His smiled again, I could tell the nerves were back, I
needed to get him to focus on feeling good instead of feeling nervous. I
slid my hand up his thigh, encircling his cock and slowly caressed it under
the water.

An instant look of pleasure washed over him and his shoulders dropped. "Oh
god, that feels really good" he moaned as I tightened my grip on his
cock. I moved my other hand up to feel his balls. His sack was loose
because of the warm water and his balls were about the size of golf balls
in my hand. As I continued to jack him off and massage his balls, he let
out another almost inaudible moan. His head fell back onto the deck around
the tub and he spread his legs to let me get closer. His cock was so hard
as I rubbed the head with my thumb, in circles on the underside. It was
slippery with pre-cum, even in the water I could feel it.

I slid my hands down his sides and under his ass as I learned in to kiss
him. I kissed his neck and his chest while his cock rubbed against mine
under the water. He looked at me and took my head in his hands, drawing me
closer to kiss his. His lips burned with passion as his eager tongue
explored my mouth. Each breath seemed like the Santa-Anna winds, swirling
past my face with eddies of heat tracing their way to my neck. I lifted him
out of the water to take a seat on the edge of the tub. Finally I got a
clear look at his magnificent cock. Hard, thick, long, dripping with
water. The head a duskier red than the shaft and flaring beautifully wider
than the shaft before narrowing to the rounded tip. I flicked my tongue at
the head of his cock and it bounced around as it glanced off my tongue, so
hard and rigid than any motion caused it to bounce around to re-center. I
could see his cock throbbing with his pulse as I moved in to take a
mouthful.

Slowly I took his member into my mouth from tip to base, the further I slid
down his shaft the more tension I could feel in his powerful legs. As I
neared the base, his hips rose gently to thrust the last inch into my
throat. As I reached the base, he put his hands on the back of my head and
groaned as his pushed his hard cock into my mouth as far as it would go. I
held the position as long as I could, but just as I was running out of air
and it seemed like he might be reaching orgasm, I had to pull
back. Coughing out the first inch, then more slowly sliding back to the
tip. "Oh god, my girlfriend has never been able to do that..." he said,
almost a whisper, his voice shaking slightly. I just smiled and continued
my work.

I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock and worked it in unison
with my mouth. As my head slid up and down on his shaft, my hand made sure
that all of his cock received the attention is deserved. My left hand went
down to caress his balls and explore a little. After a few minutes of
working his cock with my mouth and my hand, I started tasting his
pre-cum. I knew that an orgasm was near. With my left hand I slid beneath
his balls and gently massaged his tight hole. "Oh.... Oh...." he moaned in
sync with each advancing probe of my finger. It was if he knew it was
pleasure, but didn't know where it was coming from. Feeling daring, I slid
my finger into his hole deeper, instantly he let out "Oh god..." and filled
my mouth with cum. I could feel his ass tightening around my finger,
clamping down on it like it was holding on for dear life.

His abdomen flexed, his legs tightened, his cock spraying load after load
of cum in my mouth. His body was completely rigid, like he had been hit
with a tazer, convulsing with pleasure as he came. Finally, after what
seemed like minutes, the contractions started to release and the fountain
of cum slowed to a trickle. His body started to relax and his balls started
to drop. His cock was still hard as a rock and very sensitive. It continued
to flex erratically after the orgasm, completely independent of the state
of his body. I was very careful not to apply too much pressure to it now,
knowing how sensitive it would be. He literally slumped into a heap on the
deck around the tub, for a moment I thought he had passed out. I could tell
he was still breathing and his cock was still twitching. "Todd... Are you
ok?" I said quietly.

"I don't even know where I am,,," he replied with a smile broadly across
his face. I knew then, he was just enjoying the afterglow of a really good
orgasm.  I switched off the jets, rinsed the cum off my face and neck and
pulled up the drain plug. The water was starting to cool off and it was
time to get out. I stood up and grabbed a towl, drying myself with it. Todd
just lied there eyes slightly open, smile from ear to ear, his massive cock
finally reduced to a flaccid state. After I dried myself off I covered him
with a towel and started to dry him off. He finally pushed himself up to a
seated position and leaned forward and kissed my very tenderly and
sweetly. Not a passionate kiss like before, but the kiss of a lover who is
glad to see you after a long absence.

I finished drying him off and he stumbled to the bed, as did I to relax
after the workout. "Well, what did you think?" I said. "Really? You have to
ask?" he replied with a smile. "I thought the mouthful of cum was a pretty
good sign I was enjoying myself." He said. "It was, but wanted to see how
you felt about being with a man, after the orgasm, some guys have 'buyers
remorse'". I offered.

"Not me" He said, smiling, "I thinking that I may make this switch
permanent." he continued. At first I thought he was just being flippant
about my inquiry, but the look on his face said that maybe he was
serious. "Only you know what's right for you." I said supportively. We laid
on the bed for a while talking, and periodically touching and kissing. He
was tender and sweet, but with a edge of confidence and cockiness that made
him very attractive. "There are just a few things I need to figure out
yet." he said. "Like what?" I replied.

"Well, I need to figure out if I like being a bottom yet..." he said as he
straddled me and kissed me, slowly working his way down my
chest. "Experience is really the best teacher" I said grinning. "I know..."
he replied as his kisses neared my waist. I didn't realize how fast I could
get hard, but in just the few scant moments he had been working his way
down my body, my cock was as hard as it could get. It bounced off his chest
and along side his neck and face as he made his way down to my balls. He
started to lick my balls while his hand gently stroked my cock. I propped
my head up on a pillow so I could every moment of it.

He wasn't experienced at giving head, but I could tell he had watched a few
videos at least. He circled the head of my cock with his tongue before
taking it into his mouth. He went as far as he could – just a few inches
before he gagged and pulled back. "It's ok, take it slow" I said reassuring
him. He smiled and returned to working the head of my cock. What he lacked
in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. He really seemed to be
enjoying it. After about ten minutes of sucking my cock, he stopped,
looking me right in the eyes and said "I want you to fuck me". "Are you
sure?" I replied a bit surprised.

"Yes, please be gentle with me." He said pensively. "Of course I will" I
replied. I walked over to my overnight bag and got out a condom and lube,
returning to the bed to find him on his back with a full erection again. "I
think we should try this doggy-style for your first time." I said gently,
unsure if he had fantasies of missionary position. He jumped up and over,
onto his knees, legs spread and ready to receive me. "I'm just going to
warm you up" I said. I opened the condom and pulled it on, lubing it
well. I could feel how hard my cock was at the thought of fucking him, it
was so sensitive, it was like I wasn't wearing a condom. With the extra
lube on my fingers, I approached his tight pink hole. Placing a hand on his
ass to let him know I was there, then slowly rubbing my finger up and down
over his hole. Inserting it ever so slightly as I passed over it each time.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes" he replied softly. "Just relax and if it
hurts I stop". I said. Slowly I inserted my finger into his hole stopping
after the first knuckle, then pulling back out. Adding some more lube I
went again, this time to the second knuckle and stayed for a moment. I
could feel him starting to relax a little. I finger fucked him a little to
work the lube in and he started to moan. At this point I was pretty sure he
was going to enjoy this. After I had worked up to the whole finger, I added
a second digit, again slowly working my way in and stretching his hole as I
went. "Are you ready?" I asked again. "Fuck yes" he said almost out of
breath.

I moved up to the edge of the bed and lubed my cock again, lining it up
with his hole, I rubbed it up and down against his tight hole and slowly
inserted the head. This is when I could feel him tense up a little bit, but
I just stopped and let him adjust. My cock is pretty thick, much thicker
than two fingers and I guess he wasn't quick prepared for it yet. After he
relaxed I started working my cock in and out of his hole, in gentle, slow,
strokes, going just a bit deeper each time. Once I hit about three inches I
could feel his prostate and knew I needed to take it slow. If he clenched
up now, it would hurt him and he'd want to stop. "I'm just going to give
you a little time to stretch out, ok?" I said as I inserted just til I
could feel the pressure and stopped. "uh huh." he grunted. I could feel his
hole twitching around my cock, squeezing and releasing. It was all I could
do to keep myself from ramming him and fucking him hard, I wanted to cum so
bad. After a moment of two, I pushed in further and he was relaxed. As I
entered him fully he let out a groan of pleasure. I slowly worked my cock
in and out of his ass, getting him used to being fucked before I fucked him
any harder.

I reached around and grabbed his cock, which was just as hard and before
and stroked him as I fucked him. Slowly at first, his hole was so warm and
smooth, I couldn't help but to shove my cock in as far as it would go. With
each thrust feeling his firm ass contact my groin and belly as we met. As
the pressure built in my balls, I let go of his cock and he took over,
stroking is hard and fast. I knew I didn't have much time left before I
unloaded. I grabbed his hips and plunged in as deep as I could and just
then, felt his hole tighten around my cock, pulsing over and over as he
moaned and shot his load all over the bed. I stayed balls deep in him until
he finished cumming, then it was my turn.

I started slowly with a firm grip on his waist, pounding his hot ass, then
faster and harder. I could feel the cum in my balls, starting to work it's
way up to my cock. Sweat was running down my face, dripping on his back as
I pounded his ass until I couldn't hold back any more. The orgasm torn
through me like a lightening strike. Every muscle in my body tightened as
my cock throbbed and shot load after load of cum into is ass. I couldn't
stop, I just kept fucking and cumming, it seemed to last forever, each
stroke pushing out a new jet of cum. My balls ached and I finally started
to slow down. As my muscles relaxed and I started to come back to reality,
I could finally hear how heavy his breathing was, it was almost like he
came a second time, with me, at the same time.

I slowly slid my cock out of his ass, followed by a dribble of cum. I
pushed him down on the bed and collapsed on top of him, our bodies hot and
sweating, hearts still racing. We both fell asleep a few moments later, I
don't know that either one of us was aware of it until we woke almost an
hour later, still in the same position we fell asleep in, sticky with sweat
and cum. When we both came-to, he rolled over and kissed me. We kissed and
embraced for a while, then got up to take a shower together.

As we lathered each others bodies and kissed in the shower, he started to
get hard again.....