Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2016 14:34:34 -0800 From: Dan B <pnub1113@gmail.com> Subject: After All Those Years - Chapter 7 Author's note: This is true story. Those memories just keep reappearing in my mind. After All Those Years Chapter 7 In December of that same year Steve called me and asked if I liked to snowmobile. I explained that i had not done it much but I was up for it. I was "up" for it in many ways. Just hearing from Steve gave me a hardon. "How about going up to my other camp for a weekend?" he asked. "Sounds great to me but I don't have the gear for that kind of a winter trip." I said. "Don't worry about that I have a snowmobile suit and a great pair of boots that will fit you." he said. "Ok then. I have long underwear and some great gloves." "When do we go?" I asked. "Can you get Friday off so we will have more time?" Steve asked. "Sure I can." I said. "How about next weekend?" Steve asked. "Sure!, I'll take Friday off as a vacation day and I will be up early in the morning." On Friday morning I drove up to Steve's home. In the driveway I could see his truck with two snowmobile sleds in the bed and a trailer with two snowmobiles on it. My immediate reaction was, "Wow we each will drive a snowmobile. This will be great." Steve met me outside and we exchanged a cousin hug and went inside so I could say hello to Cathy. Outside we went again and off we went. Of course we had to stop for the ritual fresh eggs and then to a grocery store to fill up the two coolers. We then drove north about two and a half hours. I noticed the farther we travelled the more snow was on the ground. The last two miles of the trip I saw snow banks that the plows had made that were higher than the truck. There was no pavement showing because it was packed with hard snow. We stopped at a pull-out spot on the side of the road. I got out of the truck and looked around. What I saw was from a Norman Rockwell painting. Everything was clean and white. Even the evergreens were laden with snow causing their branches to hang very low. Before we started to unload, Steve gave me a snowmobile suit and some boots. I was able to put on the suit over my clothes. The boots fit beautifully. I put my shoes in my bag and we started to unload the truck and the trailer. I had thought that the road up the mountain and into camp would be plowed. Nope. I could see the road but it had at least three feet of untouched snow on it. With the snowmobiles unloaded and with the sleds attached, we loaded our supplies, fired up the snowmobiles and off we went again. We were "breaking" new suntouched snow so the trip was slow and beautiful. Steve led. Twice I almost went off the trail ahead of me because of the scenery. It was amazing to say the least. Finally we reached camp and drove both snowmobiles onto the not visible deck and as close to the door as possible. Door? What door? The snow was so deep that we could only see the top four inches of the blue door. I had wondered why Steve had brought a shovel and now I knew why. We took turns shoveling until we had uncovered a snowy new entrance way. We started to unload our stuff into camp. Once that was done and the door was closed, Steve checked a thermometer inside camp. It was five above zero inside camp! During the summer there is a working bathroom with hot water and hot running water at the sinks. In the early fall they drain the pipes and put antifreeze in the toilet so that any remaining water will not freeze. This time we would not have running water, hot water or an inside bathroom. As Steve was starting a good fire in the air-tight stove in the livingroom, I took the shovel out the back door and shoveled a path to the outhouse. That path was about thirty feet long and there was at least three feet of snow so this project took a while. When I finished shoveling the path and getting the door open to the "shitter" I went back into camp. The stove was hot and the temperature was about six above zero. "This is going to take a while." I thought. Steve started the gas refrigerator. This one lit by the press of a button unlike the one at the other camp. We put our food away, I fixed a quick lunch of soup and a sandwich and we ate while still in our suits and boots. We both kept feeding the stove and bringing in wood from the woodshed on the path to the shitter. The temperature was rising a bit faster now but getting the cold air heated was taking a while, so we started playing cards and drinking the beverage of choice, seven and sevens. As we sat at the table playing cards we slowly kept undressing as camp got warmer. By "undressing" I mean we unzipped our snowmobile suits at little at a time. Lol By 5:00 p.m. we had removed our boots and put on slippers. The top of our suits were down to our waists. The temperature downstairs in camp was over forty degrees and in the loft upstairs it was a toasty sixty five degrees. For supper we heated up some spaghetti that I had brought from home. We ate that with some garlic pita bread that I had done quickly in the oven. Our tummies were full and we had needed to eat because by now we both had drunk four or five seven and sevens. We heated some snow on the stove in a kettle. We did the dishes and at one point Steve gave me that little kiss on the lips. I returned the kiss with much more passion but I could feel that he was uncomfortable even as secluded as we were. Oh well. We talked, played cards and drank after supper. All the while we kept feeding big chunks of hardwood in the stove. Speaking of hard wood, I had hard wood in my pants after the kiss and it stayed with me. Every so often I would give myself a tug. Finally at 7:00 p.m. camp was warm enough to shed our snowmobile suits. When I shed mine the tent in my jeans was very evident. Steve noticed and rubbed my boner through my jeans. I moaned. His jeans also grew a tent. "Let's go upstairs for a while." Steve said. "Gladly!" I said. As we climbed the stairs I felt his hands on my ass. I moaned and stopped to let him feel. Once in the loft we stood facing each other and slowly got rid of our clothes. Steve stepped forward and gave me that little kiss on the lips. I went to my knees but took it slowly. I decided I wanted to tease him for a while so I started by licking his big hairy balls. I licked them until they were shiny with saliva. I took one in my mouth and rolled it around in the wetness. His hips actually thrusted forward when I did this. When I did the same to his other nad, he moaned and almost whimpered. I then ran my tongue slowly up the length of his cock collecting all the precum as I went. With this he grabbed my head and pulled me tightly against him. As he held me tightly, my tongue was at the head of his dick so I just licked it. He gasped. I finally took his cock in my mouth and gently sucked on it and vibrated it in my throat. He jumped, pulled, thrusted, moaned and almost collapsed. Knowing that he probably wanted me to finish him off, I pulled off. I took his hand and we lay on the bed. I first sucked on each of his nipples until they got hard. Suddenly he shifted us into a 69 position and we started sucking each other. I had teased him a lot and he was horny. He sucked me in earnest. Before I blew I wanted to takes things up a notch again, so I shifted us until I was able to circle his rosebud with my tongue. When I finally attacked the bud itself, he sat up with a jerk and his whole body shook. I had done this once before to him but something was different and I could not pinpoint it. This time his reaction was huge. He shook. He got weak. And he blew a huge load of hot cum all over my stomach. After he stopped shaking and cuming, he bent forward, took me into his mouth and pumped exactly twice and I filled his mouth with cum. ________________________________________________________ All of my stories may be found by clicking on the "Authors" button Author's notes: If you enjoyed Chapters 1-6 of this new story, I'd appreciate hearing from you. My address: pnub1113@gmail.com Please include the name of the story in the subject line in case your email lands in my junk file.Note the title of my stories because the story does not end here. Please consider donating to Nifty. Some of us closeted guys don't get a chance to say, "Oh honey, I sent to money to a gay story site that I really like."