Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2000 01:29:58 CDT
From: Randy O'Brien <therandyone@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ice_Storm - Chapter 1

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Ice Storm

Chapter 1


I remember the very first time I met Russ.  He was in the 7th grade, and I
was a freshman in high school.  He was having problems with his trumpet
music for the upcoming Christmas concert, so the band director asked me to
help him out with a piece that he was having particular problems with.  We
were sitting in the practice room at the junior high school where Russ
attended, going over the piece, and he was having trouble getting all the
way through a particularly difficult section which had to be played in one
breath.  Since I knew that he wasn't breathing correctly, I gently placed
the palm of my hand on his stomach, directly over his diaphragm, and
instructed him to breathe from here, as I gently pushed on his diaphragm.
He tried the section again, and still had difficulty, so to show him what I
meant, I took his hand, and placed it on my stomach, right over my
diaphragm, and played the piece from memory as I watched him, feel me
breathing the proper way.  As he watched my stomach expand as I breathed in
the air, I noticed him glancing down a little lower, toward my crotch.  I
assumed I had left my pants unzipped earlier when I had used the bathroom,
and didn't think anything more about it. When I finished the section, he was
amazed that I still had air left, and I explained to him that it was all in
how you breathe, and controlling your breath.  I told him to inhale deeply,
and to let his stomach expand, so there would be plenty of room for the air.
  He did, and played the piece slowly, having to breathe only once, and I
knew that when he played the piece up to speed, he would have no trouble
getting all the way through it without breathing.  We worked on the piece
for about 30 more minutes, and it was time to lock the bandroom up.  But he
wanted to practice more, so he called his dad, and told him he was going to
my house to work on band music, and that he would call when he was ready to
come home.

Since there was no way that we would be able to strap both trumpets on the
back of my motorcycle, and still have room for him, he suggested that we
strap the trumpets on the back, and he would sit in front of me on the gas
tank.  I agreed, knowing that this was dangerous, but it was only about 10
miles to my house, and there wasn't much traffic, and not likely to be any
police.  So I gave him my helmet, and put on my baseball cap to keep the
hair from blowing into my eyes, and off we went.  Russ knew enough about
motorcycles not to touch the handlebars, but he had to have somewhere to
hold on to, so he reached back, and held on to my belt.  Once again, I
thought nothing of it, and just took off for my house.  As we pulled up in
the driveway to my house, and started to get off the motorcycle, he slid
down the gas tank. He was pressed close against my body, and I could feel
myself start to get an erection, so I hurriedly got off of the motorcycle,
and helped him off.  I put the helmet on the mirror as he started getting
the trumpets loose from the back.  When he had both of them loose, I reached
out to take mine, and he said, "I'll carry them."  As we went into the
house, we stopped by the kitchen to grab a couple of Cokes, and headed to my
room, to finish working out the problems he was having with this piece of
music.  Russ had never been to my house before, and was admiring my
collection of Jazz and Classical music, as we drank our Cokes and chatted
before working on his music.  I happened to have a recording of the
particular piece that he was having trouble with, and he saw it laying on my
desk, and asked to hear it, so I turned the stereo on, and played it for
him, repeating the particular section that he was having problems with.  As
we settled down to practice, we went through the piece a couple of times
together, getting it up to speed, and decided to take a break for a minute
while we caught out breath.  He asked if my parents didn't mind all of the
practicing, and I replied that my parents were divorced, and that I lived
with my father, who worked afternoons, from 3-11PM.  So, I usually had the
house to myself most afternoons after school, so it wasn't a problem for me
to practice as much as I wanted to, because we had no close neighbors.
After chatting we continued to work on the music until about 6:00, when he
finally had the piece down, and could play it perfectly.  I decided that we
had worked on music long enough, and I was getting hungry, since I had
missed my usual afternoon snack to help him with his music.  He said he had
better call his dad to come get him, and I said that wasn't necessary, I
would take him home if he wanted, I just wanted to have a snack first, and
offered him one as well.  Since he normally ate at about 6:00, we decided to
just go ahead and have dinner, and I would take him home after dinner.  So I
threw a couple of frozen pizzas in the oven, and we went into the living
room to watch TV while they were cooking.  We weren't paying attention to
the weather, and hadn't noticed that there was a bad storm moving in, and
that it had started sleeting.  When the pizzas were done, we ate them as we
joked about upcoming tests, and our respective Christmas concerts.  I told
Russ that I would be sure to attend his, and that if he didn't get the solo
that we had been working on perfect, I would never let him live it down.

After dinner, I was getting ready to take him home, when the phone rang, it
was Russ' father, saying he had been worried about him, and now the roads
were being closed, and the police weren't letting any traffic through except
in case of emergencies.  We had no idea that it had been snowing and
sleeting the whole time we were practicing and eating.  So I asked him what
he wanted to do, and told him Russ was more than welcome to stay at my house
for the night, and that he could come pick him up tomorrow when the roads
were open, and it was safe to drive.  He agreed to this, and we made plans
for him to call tomorrow as soon as they opened the roads, and either he
would come get him, or my father would bring him home.  I told him that my
father was at work, and wouldn't be home until shortly after 11:00PM, but
that we would be fine, and not to worry about Russ.  Since we were pretty
much stuck with nowhere to go, and not much to do, we decided to go back
downstairs to my bedroom in the basement, and watch a movie.  I let Russ
select a movie from my dads collection of movies, and we went downstairs to
my room, where we both kicked off our tennis shoes, and laid back on the bed
to watch the movie he had picked out.  It was an R-rated comedy, but I
didn't think his dad would mind, and I was pretty certain that he wouldn't
tell him anyway.  We paused the movie a couple of times to get refills for
our drinks, but finally finished it about 9:00.  We decided to go outside
and see what the weather was like, so we put our shoes back on, and grabbed
our coats, and went outside, and sure enough, the ground was covered in snow
and ice.  It was about 5 degrees below zero, so we didn't stay out too long,
and hurried back into the house to get warm again.  As we stripped off our
coats, and went to stand over the heater vents, I decided that it might be a
good idea to bring in some more fire wood, and build a fire in case the
power went out.  And sure enough, no sooner had the thought crossed my mind,
than the power blinked twice, and it was dark.  This wasn't really a problem
since my dad had installed a generator that summer, but we decided to go
ahead and get the wood stove in the basement built up, and also build a fire
in the fireplace, just for a little added heat.  We put our coats back on,
and went out into the garage, and started loading the wood box with dry wood
from the rick of wood that we always kept in the garage for the fireplace.
After we got the fire going in the large stone fireplace, we went downstairs
to build up the fire in the wood stove. We realized that we should bring
more wood in from outside to be drying so it would catch quicker when we had
to feed the wood stove during the night.  So once again we put on our coats,
opened the French doors from the basement out to the back yard, and started
carrying wood in for the stove.  We made about eight or nine trips each,
carrying three or four logs each trip, and decided that we had enough wood
for a couple of days, if it turned out that the bad weather was going to
last that long.  I thanked Russ for his help bringing the wood in, as I
stoked the wood stove up to a good blaze, and closed the door.  He replied
that it was the least he could do since I was letting him stay there for the
night.  We called his father again, to make sure that he was doing OK, and
he said that he was fine, and that he had plenty of kerosene for his
heaters, so we decided to fire up the generator, to circulate the heat that
the wood stove was now producing.  We had gotten cold and wet bringing the
wood in, and I suggested to Russ that we get out of our wet clothes, and
that I thought I had some clothes that I had outgrown that would probably
fit him.  He agreed that we should get out of our wet clothes, so we went
back to my room, and I started looking for clothes that might fit him.  As I
rummaged through my closet and my dresser, I noticed that he seemed to be
somewhat hesitant about taking his clothes off in front of me. I suggested
that he could go into my bathroom to change if he wanted privacy, and I
would hand him some clothes as soon as I found some that I thought would fit
him.  He replied that, no, that wasn't the problem, he changed clothes in
front of other guys every day in gym class, it was that he had fallen when
we were carrying the wood in, and his clothes were soaked all the way to the
skin.  And he hadn't really known how to ask me for underwear.  I joked,
that he didn't have to wear underwear, and told him that I sometimes didn't
wear any, because I liked the feel of freedom.  He looked at me, and said
"Would you mind me wearing your clothes and not wearing any underwear?  I've
heard the other boys at school talk about sleeping nude, but never wearing
clothes without underwear, and it sounds like fun."

"Of course I don't mind," I replied.  "As a matter of fact, I won't put any
on either, and that way we will be even."  He grinned at me, and started
taking his shirt off, revealing a very smooth skin, and surprisingly tanned
for this time of year.  Being the type of person who always burned the first
two or three times I went out every spring, I envied him his perpetual tan,
and commented on it.  "You sure do have a good tan, or let me guess, you
have some Indian blood in you."

"I do have some Indian blood, just enough to give me a good tan all year,
and to keep me from burning very badly in the summer," he replied.  "My
great-grandfather was full-blooded Cherokee."

"That explains the wonderful tan, and the dark hair, but what about your
eyes, they are blue, almost silver."  I had noticed his beautiful eyes
earlier when we were practicing, and now couldn't help but comment on them.

"I have no idea where they came from, everyone else in my family has either
brown or green eyes, and I'm the only one with blue eyes," he commented.

"Well, I think they are beautiful," I replied.  He continued to remove his
wet shirt, and as he did, I noticed that he was just beginning to get a hint
of hair under his arms, and knew that he would probably be very self
conscious about this.  I made an effort not to look at him as he was
standing there in my room. He was standing there with no shirt on, removing
his shoes and socks, which were soaked all the way through.  I finally found
a shirt and pair of pants that I thought would fit him and asked, "What size
pants do you wear?"

"I'm not sure," he replied.  "Can you look at the tag on the back of these
and see?"

"Sure," I said walking over toward him and squatting down to read the tag on
the back of his Levi's.  "Twenty-eight waist, and thirty length," I
commented as I stood back up, noticing how smooth his tan skin was.  "That's
just about what I thought," I commented as I handed him a pair of my old
worn Levi's that were 28 waist and 29 length.  "They will be a little short
on you, but they should fit OK."  I grabbed a T-shirt out of a pile that was
sitting on my dresser waiting to be put away.  "Here ya go," I said handing
him the T-shirt.  "If you want some underwear, I will find you some."

"No, that's OK . . . I think I want to try not wearing any.  I can't do that
at school, because of gym class, and dad would have a fit if he knew I
didn't wear them around the house," he commented.

"It's fine with me, either way," I commented as I grabbed a pair of jeans
and a T-shirt off of the stack on my dresser, and walked over next to him
and tossed them on the bed.  "I can't believe how bad the weather got, and
so quickly too," I said as I started removing my shirt.  I noticed Russ
looking over at me as I removed my shirt, and kicked my shoes off into the
corner.  We both started removing our pants at the same time, and when we
were down to our underwear, I noticed that he kept glancing over at me.
When I pulled my underwear down, and my dick flopped out, he just stood
there and stared, not realizing that I was watching him stare at my dick.
"Here, I said, let me get us a towel so we can dry off before we put these
clothes on," I said walking to my bathroom, and grabbing two towels.
"There, now you can dry off before you freeze to death," I said, tossing one
of the towels toward him.  He continued to look my way as I walked back
toward him, drying my body off, and paying particular attention to my
crotch.  About the time I got back to the bed where both of our dry clothes
were laying, he pulled off his underwear, and I saw his dick for the first
time. It looked to be about three inches long, and completely soft, but
growing slightly as he toweled his pubic area dry.  I noticed that he kept
sneaking glances at me as I pulled my shirt on first, letting my dick hang
free for another minute before cramping it back up in the jeans.  As soon as
he was sufficiently dry, he immediately reached for the jeans I had laid out
for him, and started to put them on.  I glanced down one last time before he
got them pulled up over his crotch, and noticed that his dick was now
sticking straight out, but decided not to comment on it.  I reached for the
jeans that I had laid out for me, and started pulling them on. Before
pulling them over my crotch, I reached down and scratched my balls, and
stroked my dick one time, pulling it to it's full six and a half inch
length, even though I was still completely soft.  I noticed Russ watching
this action carefully, as he zipped up the Levi's that I had loaned him.  I
finally pulled my jeans on up, and zipped them, and he was pulling the
T-shirt over his head.  I glanced down to see his crotch while he was in a
position where he couldn't see me do it, and noticed that he now appeared to
be completely hard, and looked to have about a five-inch dick.

After we were both dressed, we decided to go back upstairs and see if the
cable was working, even though we both expected it to be out, since the
electricity was.  Sure enough, when we turned the television on in the
living room, it was nothing but static.  "Well, I guess it's either a movie
or the stereo, or more practice," I said.

"Well, I've practiced almost four hours today, and don't really feel like
practicing any more, so why don't we watch another movie," Russ suggested.

"You got it, just pick one out."

"OK, are they all over here where the other one was?" he asked.

"Unless you want to watch a porno.  Dad has a few porno flicks up stairs in
his room," I replied.

"I've never seen a porno before.  Would it be OK if we watched one?" he
asked shyly.

"Sure," I replied. "Follow me, they are in dad's closet.  He knows I know
where they are, he just keeps them there so company won't see them lying
around the living room.  He doesn't care for me watching them"

"Wow!  That is killer.  I wish my dad was that cool about stuff like that.
He would have a fit if he knew we were watching one."

"Well, it's up to you," I said, not wanting him to feel like he had to watch
one, just because it was available and he had never seen one.

"I would love to watch one, but you don't think you dad will mind you
letting me watch it?" he asked.

"What he doesn't know, won't hurt us," I replied, winking at him.  He just
smiled back at me with that smile of his that could melt a rock.

"Would it be OK if we got two, one to watch now, and maybe one to watch
later, when we go to bed?"

"Sure, we can take three or four if you want, so we can have a variety."

"Wow, this is so cool," he said, as I opened the box of adult movies.  Dad
had about 150 adult movies, ranging from very mild, to very kinky, the
kinkiest of the bunch weren't in here, they were locked away, and even I
wasn't allowed to watch them, but I wasn't about to tell Russ that.  He had
even bought some all-male movies, and had them in the box, so I could watch
them if I wanted to.  I had not told dad that I was gay, but I suspected
that he knew, or at least suspected.  He never commented about the gay
movies being borrowed more than the rest, and I didn't know why he had
bought unless he like them, so I guessed that he had bought them for me, and
didn't want to say it openly.  I was carefully watching the ones that Russ
picked out, he was looking at the boxes for each one, and picking only the
ones that looked most interesting and looked as if they would have the most
sex in them.  I was watching carefully as he got to the section where the
gay movies were, and I saw the surprise on his face when he looked at the
first box, and saw two men making love.  His eyes jumped, and were the size
of half-dollars.  He had never even considered the possibility that I might
have access to something like this, and I saw the sparkle in his eyes, but
could tell he was shy about picking a gay porno.  "Pick any of them that you
might think you like.  If we start it, and you don't like it, we can always
change to another," I said, trying to relax him.  He picked three straight
porno's and three gay ones, avoiding my eyes, when he picked up the gay
movies.  I just took them from him as he handed them to me, and stacked them
up in my arms.  "That all you want?  It's about nine hours worth if we watch
them all, all the way through."

"That should be more than enough, we have to sleep sometime," he said
jokingly.

I carried our stack of movies back down to my bedroom, and set them next to
the VCR.  "It's starting to get a bit warm down here, you go ahead and pick
one to start off with, I'm gonna adjust the thermostat on the wood stove and
check the gas in the generator.  Be right back."  I walked into the next
room, and set the thermostat down a little so it would cool off down here
some.  The generator had plenty of gas to run through the night, and the
wood stove would be fine for about another four hours, and by then dad would
be home, and he could take care of it.

"OK, that's taken care of, plenty of gas in the generator to run all night,
and the wood stove will be fine for about three or four hours, and by then
dad will be home to take care of it.  Did you pick a movie?" I ask.

"Not yet," Russ replied.

"OK, do you want to go ahead and get ready for bed now, so we don't have to
get up again, or do you want to get up again later?" I asked.

"Let's go ahead and get ready for bed, it's already 10:00."

"OK, I usually sleep in the nude, but we will sleep however you are most
comfortable," I said, locking the door to my room, not to keep dad out, but
to let him know that I wanted privacy.

"I've never slept in the nude before, do you mind?" Russ asked shyly.

"I don't mind, I just didn't know if you would be comfortable sleeping in
the nude with another guy, but it doesn't bother me at all.  I've usually
slept in the nude even when I have company over.  Most of my friends don't
get to sleep in the nude at home, so they usually like to when they are
here.  We are all guys here, and we don't have anything to hide from each
other," I say winking at him.

I turned off all of the lights, except the ones on the headboard of my
waterbed.  As I started to remove my shirt, I noticed Russ' slight
apprehension at removing his clothes.  "We can keep our jeans on for a
while, or I can find you some shorts to put on, if you aren't comfortable
with being nude," I commented.

"No, it's just that I've never really spent any time with anybody when we
both were nude before, and  I am kind of nervous about it."

"Relax, and if you decide you don't like it, just say so, and I will find us
both some shorts to put on."

"Thanks, but I'm OK, just have to get used to it," he said, as he removed
his shirt.

I thought I would put him a bit more at ease, and turned my back to remove
my pants as he started unzipping his, and didn't turn around again until I
heard him slip under the satin sheet and comforter on the waterbed.  I
removed my jeans, and got in bed, not thinking that I would have to reach
across Russ to reach the VCR on the night stand on his side of bed.

"Actually, I usually sleep on that side of the bed, but it doesn't matter to
me, if you don't mind working the VCR."

"Oh, sorry, want me to swap sides?" he asked nervously.

"Naahhh, this is fine, as long as you don't mind changing the tapes in the
VCR.  I can't reach them, without crawling on top of you.  I don't want to
crush you," I said, hoping to put him a little more at ease.

"You won't crush me, You aren't that much bigger than me, well in some
places, maybe, but not overall.  Besides, I'm not sure I know how to work
this VCR, you may have to show me once or twice," Russ said laughing easily
now.

"Not that much bigger than you anywhere, but maybe a little bigger in some
places," I commented as I glanced down toward where his crotch would be.
"So which one do you want to watch first?" I asked him.

"Doesn't matter, any of them are fine with me."


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To Be Continued (if you want)

This is a story that I started a little over 4 years ago, I've got several
chapters already written, and will be happy to post them, if it appears
that some of you are enjoying the series.  Let me know what you think.

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