The Snowstorm

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It had become something of a family tradition, but as the years went by, numbers began to dwindle. Back when we were kids, the whole family would get together in the cabin and spend an entire week up there, and those were some of the best childhood memories that I had. Now however, we were lucky to get two or three of us together.

"Sorry son" my dad said, but the reception was so bad that I could hardly hear him, "there's a blizzard coming in, and I don't think we'll make it up there until tomorrow!"

I'd gotten there in the nick of time. The cabin was difficult to reach on a good day, but with a snowstorm whipping up, it would be next to impossible.

To say it was remote was an understatement. It was buried somewhere up a mountain which, whilst it had afforded us some great skiing opportunities as kids, made for one hell of a place to get stuck in a snowstorm.

Yet that is exactly where I found myself, and I was thankful that the owners had stocked the place with firewood before I got there.

Now, at twenty-three, I shouldn't have been as nervous as I was being up there on my own for the night. I was six foot four, pretty solid all around and fancied my chances with any intruders who were dumb enough to try and reach the place, but by nightfall, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly worried.

The storm seemed to be getting worse, and each time I looked out the window, the endless blanket of white appeared to be rising, and my cell signal became non existent.

The electricity cut out shortly before midnight so I was left in almost complete darkness except the crackling fire which I had never been as thankful for in my life. What I was also thankful for, was the endless supply of wine that my sister insisted on having delivered before she arrived. Unfortunately for her, she'd be a bottle short when she finally arrived.

As the night went on, I became more and more uneasy. The wind howled outside the old, creaky cabin, and the snow pounded down so hard that it sounded like muffled thuds on the windows. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but every sound began to shake me.

One sound in particular caught my attention.

"Come on, Parker" I said to myself, shakily pouring another glass of wine, "grow up!".

It was a dull growl. A snarling, vicious gurgle. I tried to pass it off as the wind, but the longer I tried to ignore it, the louder it became.

I was sweating now. I knew that one look out the snow covered window would reveal the cause, but I refused to check. I was hundreds of miles from anywhere, and suddenly my large, muscular physique meant very little.

Louder and louder it got until finally it was there. I stared at the fire but in my peripheral I could see it. It watched me through the window, its eyes large and bright, its snarl becoming quieter as it rested.

My heart pounded in my chest as I glared into the fiery furnace. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and wake up when it was bright and my dad was there, but I was afraid of what might be in front of me when I opened them.

"Parker Davis?"

The voice sounded normal. It sounded human! I sat up and stared at the snow mobile with its big orange eyes, and, crouched at the window was a man. A young man, suited and booted, waving.

A rush of relief washed over me as I scrambled to the door. Opening it allowed a bank of snow to enter, but so too did the young man, and my eyes widened.

"Hey!" He said breathlessly, and I could feel the bitter frost from him as the two of us shoved the wooden door closed. "I'm Zachary".

"Zachary!?" I gawped as he pulled his snow goggles off and stood before me with a smile.

I remembered him from previous trips we'd made up here, but he was a kid the last time I saw him. A little blond, cheeky kid whose father owned this cabin.

"What are you doing up here?" I asked as he stripped out of his overalls.

"My dad" he said, kicking off his boots until he stood wearing a thick jumper and pants, "he was worried that one of you would be dumb enough to come up here before the storm".

I felt my cheeks flush.

"I guess he was right" he added with a grin.

"I didn't know it would be like this" I admitted, "I was getting worried".

Zachary walked over to the fire, leaving wet trails of snow in his path, and warmed his hands. He looked down at the half empty bottle of wine and smiled back at me.

"At least you've kept yourself warm" he nodded.

"Want a glass?" I asked.

Now that I looked at him, I could see that he was no longer a kid. The years of hard labour on the mountain had certainly paid off, and whilst he wasn't much of a muscle man, I could tell that he was fit.

"I shouldn't" he said, "I gotta drive back".

Another thunderous howl of wind rocked the rickety cabin. For a second, it sounded like it was going to collapse around us.

"On second thought" he added, looking anxiously out the window, "maybe I'll stick around until it calms down a bit out there".

I was glad of the company. Zachary had always been a polite kid, and back when we were younger, we'd played around on the slopes a few times. It was actually quite nice to see him again.

"So" I smiled, handing him a glass and sitting down, "how's life up here in the middle of nowhere?"

He sipped it and shrugged. "Oh, you know" he said, "living the dream".

The two of us laughed as the storm raged on outside. The longer we sat drinking, the warmer we felt inside and out, and as the dark white sky turned even darker and the early morning began to break, our conversation became deeper.

"Do you have a girlfriend around here?" I asked, and Zachary scoffed.

"Nah" he sighed sadly, "there was one girl from school, but once high school finished, it was too difficult for us to see each other".

"How come?"

He smiled at me.

"Because I live on a mountain" he said, and my cheeks blushed.

"Oh yeah".

"What about you?" He asked, "any marriage plans?"

"Damn" I winced, "I don't even have the excuse of living up a mountain. I live in the middle of a city, and I still can't find anybody to marry".

We laughed again. It was very easy to talk to Zachary. Almost too easy, and as our conversations continued, I found my tongue becoming looser and looser.

"I hope you don't mind me asking" I said, "but how does a guy your age survive up here? I mean, how do you... You know..."

"Fuck?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

I nodded and sipped.

"I actually have a very busy sex life, I'll have you know" he said sharply, and I cringed inside, wondering if I'd offended him.

"Every day, at least" he added.

I gawped.

"Yep, we met a few months ago. I call her Paula. Paula the Pocket Pussy".

I snorted with laughter, he did too after a second, and as the fire blazed, our laughter drowned out the deafening wind, until Zachary stared directly into my eyes.

"I think I could be gay, anyway" he said, without looking away.

"Me too" I admitted for the first time in my life, and his arms wrapped around my neck, and mine, around his waist, and suddenly he was pulling me on top of him, and our lips pressed together in an unexpected frenzy of passion.

It felt like an electric shock. I didn't know where it had come from, nor how it had gotten to this point, but as we kissed, my heart soared.

He was warm and smelled delicious. I could taste the wine from his lips, and when his tongue pushed inside my mouth and his soft hands slid underneath my shirt, I felt my cock swell.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked breathlessly, but I was already pulling his heavy jumper over his head.

"No" he whispered, "please don't take off my pants and fuck my brains out".

I stopped and looked down at him below me. He stared back until a cheeky grin lit his cute face.

"I'm fucking with you, man" he said, and grabbed my waistband, fumbling with the buttons.

I don't know why I was so breathless. Perhaps the sudden excitement had taken it out of me, but as we scrambled around on the sofa, clothes flying off in different directions, all I could do was focus on his stunning face.

"You're so fucking hot" I mumbled, kissing him again as we wrestled in only our underwear.

I felt his fingers scrape gently across my back and his legs wrap around my waist. His heels caught the back of my boxer shorts, dragging them down to reveal my plump ass, so I reached for his, much tighter ones, and slid them down his thighs.

"Don't tell my dad about this" he half moaned as his mouth closed around my neck.

"Why?" I breathed, feeling his warmth as I stripped him, "does he not like gays?"

"It's not that" Zachary replied, reaching between my legs and taking hold of it, "he doesn't like city boys".

I heard him snigger to himself as our naked bodies collided and pushed against each other in a hot, sweaty embrace.

"I think he'll make an exception for me" I told him, pressing him down with my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers down his stomach and toward his stiff cock.

"Why is that?" Zachary asked, arching his back until I grabbed him.

"Because otherwise" I whispered, leaning forward between his legs, "he'll have to settle for Paula the Pocket Pussy".

As I took Zachary into my mouth, I felt his laughter pulse through his cock. It was as delicious as I hoped it would be. He was smooth and soft, warm and tender, and I swallowed his hard rod as he moaned softly.

His hand slid between my legs as I sucked him passionately, plucking my own hard-on into his grasp. He jerked me at the perfect tempo and the two of us gasped as we pleasured each other.

"Have you got any lube?" I asked, pulling my mouth from his wet cock.

"Yeah" he nodded, flexing his pole, "it's in the sex closet, next to the ball gags and dildos".

I gawped at him. He sat up, leaned forward and spat onto my cock.

"I'm fucking with you" he said, "there's some wild lube".

I grinned as I got to my knees between his legs. He lifted them and stared at me with a look of seduction in his handsome eyes.

"I hope you can handle me" I said, rubbing myself against his entrance, "I'm pretty big".

Zachary glanced down at me and smiled.

"Paula has a handle" he told me, "doubles as Paul the Penis".

I closed my eyes and laughed as I pushed harder against him. Despite his practice with Paul, he was still tight. I added my own saliva to the mix, pulling him by the waist until I felt him spread, and the two of us moaned.

"You weren't kidding" he groaned, his hands on my thighs as I entered him.

I went as slow and gentle as I could given the circumstances, but Zachary was making me wild with horniness. I thrust into him at the first chance, and he gasped.

"This is the best sex I've ever had" he whimpered as I began to fuck him on the old sofa.

"Isn't this the only sex you've ever had?" I grunted back, although I agreed with him.

He didn't answer me.

I continued to plough him. Each stroke felt magical, and seemed to pleasure us both to the same extent. I watched as his cock twitched and swelled. He was leaking pre-cum onto his smooth stomach, as I was leaking into his hole.

"I think I'm gonna cum!" He moaned after nearly ten minutes. He was now pumping himself in rhythm with my thrusts.

"Me too".

I sped up. My muscular body was now dripping in sweat as the storm battered down around us, but the heat inside the cabin was building.

"Oh fuck!" He gasped, and as ropes of sperm shot from his cock and splashed across his chest, I felt my balls swell and begin emptying inside him.

"Ugh!" I grunted, adding messy strokes into him.

The two of us orgasmed together. It was hot, wet and spectacular. By the time we were both finished, I fell on top of him and slid to the side.

"Does that beat Paula?" I asked, trying to catch my breath as we lay together in a pool of warm sperm.

"Yeah" he nodded, his chest rising and falling, "not sure about Paul, though".

When the two of us woke the next morning, the windows were covered by snow.

"Don't open the door" he told me as he lit the fire, completely naked. "Looks like we could be stuck here a while".

"My family is supposed to be coming today" I groaned, because I could think of nothing better than spending the entire week with Zachary.

"Hey, dad" I heard him say, and looked back to see him talking into a walkie talkie, "what's happening with the Davis family?"

There was a crackle for a moment before a familiar voice responded.

"Hi Zach, hope things didn't get too bad last night. Chuck Davis phoned this morning, they can't make it out of the city, looks like the Parker kid will be spending the week alone".

"Thanks, dad" he replied, and turned to me with a grin on his face.

I watched as he strolled toward me with his perfect cock between his legs.

"You hear that?" He asked, "looks like you'll be spending the week alone".

He closed his arms around my waist and looked up at me.

"Such a shame you don't have a pocket pussy to keep you company".

I leaned forward and pushed my mouth against his neck, right under his ear as I slid my hands down his smooth back and grabbed the cheeks of his ass.

"Oh, but I do" I whispered back.