Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 0:56 +0000 (GMT Standard Time)
From: Paul Hicks <hicko@cix.co.uk>
Subject: Snowed In: A Christmas Tale

Chapter 1: "Ever Lonely"

It was Christmas Eve. It was cold, damp, miserable and I was
alone with no money and the prospect of the gas and power
going off at any time. I had spent my last cash on a cheap bottle
of wine. It really didn't make me feel any better, just less aware
of what a mess I had got myself into. Jason, my boyfriend of
two years had walked out and taken virtually everything we had.
He emptied the bank account and ran my credit card up to its
limit. At least he'd had the decency to leave my c.d.'s and the
stereo, albeit the old one we kept in the kitchen, but I found
some comfort in that. I was going to drink the wine and take a
bottle of old sleeping pills that I'd found in the medicine cabinet,
I really felt that bad. I dug out Hanson's "Snowed in" Christmas
album thinking it might cheer me up. I had been a Hanson fan
since I first heard "MMMBop" and was even more enamoured
when I found out they wrote and played the album as well. Like
every other gay man on the planet I lusted after Taylor. Jason
used to tease me saying, "It's disgusting, a thirty year old man
lusting after a fifteen year old boy". I suppose I was in love with
Taylor until I saw them on TV recently and I saw how much
they had grown up-especially Zac. My god he was becoming a
handsome devil. Any way, I digress. I threw "Snowed In" into
the player and listened as the sleighbells and crackles started.
But it was no good -- even Zac's irrepressible "Rockin' Around
The Christmas Tree" failed to lift my gloom. I got undressed
and and went to bed I thought of Zac and his sunny nature and
how much he's probably enjoying Christmas with his family all
around him and what mischief he's planning with little Mackie. I
sat gazing at the boys' happy faces on the c.d. cover, took a swig
from the bottle and shook some pills into my hand.


Chapter 2: Speechless

Tap, Tap, Tap. I woke up suddenly. Tap, Tap, Tap. There it was
again. Who the fuck could be tapping on my window at just
gone midnight? Tap, Tap, Tap. I got up and pulled on my old
threadbare dressing gown and toddled over to the window. I
pulled aside the curtains and at first I couldn't see anyone. Tap,
Tap, Tap. I looked down and there was this little figure wrapped
up in so many hats, coats and scarves I really couldn't see any
features at all. "What d'you want?" I mouthed at it. It pointed
into my room through the window "What?" I mouthed again.
The figure again gesticulated wildly that it wanted to come in
and judging by the gesticulations it was losing patience!
	I walked to the frontdoor and opened it, the little figure
was stood there dripping wet and visibly shivering. "Aren't yer
gonna let me in?" It asked, American? I recognise that voice.
Who is it? I invited the figure in and offered to take its wet
clothes. Very slowly the coats came off then the gloves and
suddenly I noticed yellow trousers, I only know one person who
wears yellow trousers, but it couldn't be. What on earth would
Zac Hanson be doing in England, on Christmas morning in my
Flat in Cambridge of all places? I pinched myself so hard I
yelled "Oww" This made the figure jump as he was taking off
his last hat and shaking his long, blond hair out into some sort of
order. "Zac?" I said in barely a whisper.
"Yeah" he said, his smile lighting up the whole room.
"Er, um, er, what the fuck--oh, er, sorry. Erm, what are you
doing here?" I gabbled.
"Come to see ya" he said as if it was the most obvious
answer in the world.
"Yes, But what?"
"Time for questions and answers later. This ain't a press
conference ya know!"
"Oh, er no, er sorry, um, can I get you anything?"
"Tea" he said, still beaming "A nice hot cup of English tea
would be very nice indeed."
Still feeling somewhat surprised I trotted out to the kitchen
and put the kettle on and washed out the two mugs I had left.
One had Bart Simpson on the side and the other one. Hanson!
I brewed the tea and called through to Zac "Sugar?"
"Yes, Sweetie" he called back before collapsing into a fit
of giggles at his little joke.
"How many?" I asked trying to control the fit of giggles
that was threatening to overwhelm me. Zac has the most
infectious laugh I have ever heard.
He started laughing again when I gave him the Hanson
mug. "You know" he said "I've seen these, but I never drunk
out of one".
"First Time for everything," I said. Then it hit me! This
was crazy, mad, and insane.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"What would you like to go on?" He replied moving closer
and fixing me with those huge brown eyes as he searched my
face for a reaction. Oh, those eyes! Like bottomless wells of
mystery with an ever-present glint devilment. I could live and
die in those eyes.
I felt myself stiffening under his mesmerising gaze, I
shuffled in my seat trying to rearrange the growth in my
trousers. Zac's hand moved up to his nipple and he started to
fondle it through the tight blue polo shirt he was wearing. He
was clearly enjoying the effect he was having on me. I gingerly
reached out a hand to touch his flesh where his shirt had ridden
up.
"Aghh!" he yelled. I drew back like a scalded cat.
"Oh my God, oh shit, oh fuck, Christ Zac, I'm sorry,
I--I--I--"
"Ok, ok, I just wished you'd warmed your hands up a bit!
I'm not used to this cold"
"Oh, Thank God, I thought I'd read you wrong"
	"No, it's cool." He took hold of my quivering hand and
held it tight to him for a few minutes. Oh, that felt so good, I
closed my eyes and I felt him manoeuvre my hand under his
shirt and let it go. I was now back on stream after my initial
shock and I moved my hand over his hard muscular torso. I
commented on his muscle development and he said "That's what
playing the drums for three hours a day does". I continued up to
his nipples and played with them between thumb and forefinger,
they were like steel rivets and I could see Zac's eyes starting to
roll and his body writhe as I massaged his chest. I pulled his
shirt off over his head and I could see properly for the first time
how well developed his chest muscles were, I leaned forward to
kiss his chest and I moved up to his nipples which were now,
literally, like chapel hat pegs. I worked them with my tongue
while my hand went down to try to find the ultimate prize. I had
no trouble finding it; it was sticking up like a ramrod, pulling
the baggy yellow trousers tight. I played with it through the
material, Zac writhed and moaned and uttered the occasional
"yesss" as I pushed the right buttons. I undid his belt and his zip
and pulled the trousers open to reveal the most gorgeous sight I
have ever seen. Over six inches of gently curving Zacmeat just
crying out to be sucked. I bent down and kissed the shaft being
careful not to go to the head and climax him too soon. I wrestled
with his trousers trying to get them right off and he lifted his
arse allowing me to completely debag him. I was now faced
with the unbelievable sight of a naked Zac Hanson sprawled out
on my sofa with the most incredible erection I have ever seen,
the oft used expression "little Zac" is a total misnomer, believe
me.
I started work on his dick again with my mouth. He
writhed and moaned more than ever. Suddenly, his moans got
higher pitched and his breathing more laboured he was thrusting
his lovely dick into my mouth with ever more urgency. He made
one mighty thrust and he screamed a strangled scream as what
seemed to be gallons of rich milky cum shot into my mouth. The
force was incredible; you could have put a fire out with it! It
tasted sweet, yet salty but definitely delicious. I looked up into
his gorgeous face and kissed him full on the lips, giving him a
taste of himself that he seemed to enjoy, judging by the ear to
ear smile. He reached over and whispered to me. "I want you to
fuck me. Will you do that?"
"Will I what?" I was almost delirious and my head was
starting to spin. I was in grave danger of creaming my jeans
before I could give Zac what he craved.
"You heard, I want you to fuck me"
"I haven't got any stuff" I stuttered
"Did Jason take that as well?"
"Yeah, I suppose he must have. Hang on how did you
know about Jason?"
"Oh, it's surprising what you pick up when you travel a
lot." He replied casually; wielding a new tube of Ky that he'd
produced from God knows where. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, yeah," I gabbled as Zac started to smear the lube
over my shaft. Oh god that felt good, he then lay on his back and
lifted his legs up over his head.
"I'm ready," he said and I positioned myself over him and
while gazing into those magical eyes I began to enter him. He
gasped as my head popped in past his sphincter and as I began
to pump; his eyes closed and a look of intense concentration
appeared on his beautiful face. I'm sad to say that it didn't take
long for me to unload into that fabulous arse. I lay down on top
of him with my softening prick still inside him. He smiled that
smile at me and said "Thanks".

Chapter 3: "Thinking Of You"

We eventually uncoupled and cleaned ourselves up. I
asked him where he was sleeping tonight, or I should say today
and he said "here of course". I just couldn't believe what was
happening to me.
We went to bed and kissed and cuddled for what seemed
hours, but I suspect it was only a few minutes, the nights
exertions and my pill and booze intake making me very drowsy.
We lay in silence just listening to the night then I spoke:
"Are you really Zac Hanson?"
"Do you believe that I am"
"You look like him, sound like him. I suppose you must be
him."
"If you believe that I am that's all that matters"
"But I can't understand what brought you here"
"D'ya want me to go?"
"No, No, No"
"Like my Mom says "Count your blessings", so quit
worrying, OK?"
And with that I fell into the deepest, most refreshing sleep
I can ever recall.
When I awoke of course he was gone with not a trace left
behind to say that he had ever been there. I was disappointed, of
course, but I guessed it was all a dream and I thought not a lot
more about it.
Later in the day I went to put  "Snowed In" on the stereo
and noticed something. A piece of paper was inside with a hand-
written note on it:

		Paul,
			Never give up & don't forget
			I'll be With You in Your Dreams.
			Angels can take many forms
				Love
                                           Zac.

I just flopped down on a chair and cried. An Angel, I'd
been visited by an Angel in the shape of Zac Hanson! He'd
saved my life; there was no doubting that. I just sat staring at
that little note. This was all too incredible. But where to go
now? Things hadn't changed. There was a knock at the door; I
froze to the spot. Could it be him again? My Angel? I
walked slowly to the door and opened it. It was Jason, he was
crying.
"Can I come in?"
"Why should I let you?"
"Please, I need to talk to you"
"What about?"
"You, me, us, last night"
"Last night? What about last night?
"I had a dream, it scared the shit out of me"
"Come In. Tea? What was your dream?
"I kept hearing that song you're always playing, I couldn't
get it out of my head. "Be With You In Your Dreams" or
something. Then I saw my Grandmother and she said "Paul's
coming over, we're trying to send him back. He needs you Jason
you must go to him." I came as soon as I could, I'm just so glad
that you're alright"
"Yes, Jay I'm alright"
"I'm so sorry for all I did." He said fighting back the tears.
"I don't know how I could have been so stupid and cruel. Can
you ever forgive me?" He looked like he was about to break
down again.
"Paul, did anything, you know, strange happen to you last
night?"
I took him in my arms and over his shoulder I looked at
Zac's note, carefully folded it and put it my pocket.
"No Jay, nothing happened out of the ordinary here"

What else could I say?


The End