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Ice Storm

By: Toyman



It’s a cold Oklahoma day and this overworked lineman slowly works through the neighborhood. It's starting to get dark and he's considering going home for the night, well, actually for the first time in 23 hours. He wipes his eyes against the back of his rough leather glove just as he notices the lady walking toward him. She is quite beautiful, about 5’11” with long legs. She appears to be well off, judging by the elegant fur coat she grasps tightly to her to ward of the bitter cold. “Evening,” he calls down to her from his basket up by the pole. 

“Hello,” she calls out cheerfully. “We gonna get power back tonight?” He glances down the darkened street back the direction she had come from. “I’m afraid not Ma’am. In fact, this is the last pole tonight,” he states tiredly. Her small pout doesn’t escape his notice as he turns back to make his final connection. 

“Please, Mister? Just one more, my house is right next to it. I've been without power for two days and with no one else in the house I am sooooo bored!” she begs to him quite effectively. 

“Lady, I haven’t slept in a day and a half. I am quite sure we’ll be back tomorrow to finish up,” he states as honestly as he can. 

“Oh you poor thing. I’ll tell you what; get my power on and I'll feed you, bathe you, and give you a place to sleep. Then you can have more rest time without having to drive home and back!” she says excitedly.

The hydraulic whine of the basket descending fills the air and he raises his voice to be heard. “It’s a tempting offer Ma’am but it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to take advantage of your situation or your hospitality.” The whine stops abruptly as he reaches the bottom. Looking up expecting to see more pouting lip, he states, “sweet Jesus!”

Before him stands Laurel, coat open to show her entire nakedness except for the arms, and a pair of sheer black thigh highs. Her nipples, like rocks in the cold air, stand proudly upon her firm luscious breasts. Her womanhood, stands neatly framed by the swell of her hips and the sexy stockings. “Who said I didn’t want to be taken advantage of?” she asks in a low sultry voice. “Get my power on Mister, and I will take care of your needs in return.” With that she turns and walks home. 

Entering the house she throws her fur across the divan and slips on her sheer black nightgown. The fireplace has kept it moderately comfortable, thank god, and she marvels at the luck of installing the gas stove the year before. She turns on the kettle to boil and picking up a candle, makes her way through the darkened house to draw a bath. She adds some lavender bath oil, causing the water to foam and bubble. She shuts the water off and breathes deeply in the steamy perfumed air. She stands and walks toward the kitchen to catch the whistling kettle, when suddenly the lights flare to life. Laurel smiles to herself and quickly walks over to shut “Jeopardy” off the revived Television. 

She pours a hot chocolate for each of them and walking to the door, opens it just as he was about to knock. She hands him his cocoa. “Close it behind you,” she says over her shoulder as she turns and starts for the bath. David quickly shuts the door as he follows this lovely lady through her house. 

She sweeps into the large bathroom with him close behind and setting her drink down, lets the silk nightgown drop to the floor. David stops cold just inside the door. She is even more stunning up close and personal. She places a foot on the small chair before the mirror, rolling her stockings down one at a time. “If you wish to join me …uh …” “David,” he yells out. “David… then you better strip,” she teases, grinning wickedly. 

David starts peeling the layers off in record time as she demurely pins her hair up. She settles into the hot steamy water and lays back gasping at the cool porcelain. She offers a hand to him as he gingerly steps into the over sized tub. Spreading her legs she guides him to sit before her and pulls him back into her. Laurel brings the washcloth and soap around and begins to scrub his well defined chest. Closing his eyes, David luxuriates in her caresses. She washes him quit thoroughly before beginning to knead his tired and sore muscles. He closes his eyes and his head falls to the side that feels the best, rasping on the soft skin of her hand. “Oh!” she exclaims as she jerks her hand away from his stubble. “We shall have to fix that,” she says grinning wickedly.

Standing slightly, Laurel maneuvers around to get in front of him. She settles down with her legs to either side of his facing him. Her delicious seam rests along his shaft as she settles down upon it. David groans, leaning his head back, desperately wanting to shift his aching member up and into her tightness.

She squirts a bit of shaving gel upon her hand and rubs it into his two day old beard, completely coating it. She begins to ever so slightly slide herself along his manhood. She whips out the razor and begins to carve smooth swaths through the foamy cream. David struggles to maintain his composure as he feel her sex open to either side of his shaft. He gasps as he feels her slide up along the sensitive underside of the tip, a slight sting as the razor pricks a tiny cut on his chin. “Be still,” she warns wickedly, even as she increases the length of her slide, careful to control the sway of the water in the tub. She cups her hands to rinse his skin as she finishes. “Perfect!” she judges, “and now for the test.”

Reaching over, Laurel lifts her mug, bringing it into the tub. She cups her breast and slowly pours just a bit onto her right nipple. She reaches forward and pulls his head to her. Opening his mouth, he suckles her in and she gasps at the difference between his tugging mouth and the smoothness of his cheek. She pours a dab onto the left nipple before setting the cocoa down. Reaching behind, she grabs his shaft and positions it, before sinking slowly down its length. 

David teases her nipples and Laurel begins to slide up and down his cock. The water draws away and crashes back against them as she first rises, then falls upon him. It matches the rhythm, getting more and more violent with each repetition. Lacing her fingers within his hair, Laurel pulls him tight as she lays back her head and relishes the feel of a man within her. Her breath comes in tiny gasps of air, as she loses herself in the steamy air of lovemaking.

David desperately fights his oncoming pleasure as he seeks to torment her luscious breasts. He loses control, and as his seed races up his shaft, he nips a little too hard on her tit. The combination of the shock to her breast and the swelling of his shaft send her over and she moans, impaling herself as deep as she can on his manhood. The water gushes over the side of the tub but neither notices as the fires within them dance and swirl to become one.

Ice Storm



Ann Price paused to look over her shoulder at the approaching clouds. The weather report last evening had predicted a snow storm for late today but as she watched the clouds gather she thought it was going to get here much sooner than expected. She hoped her husband, Tim, was paying attention to the weather and would get home before the storm came. 

She spent the rest of the morning moving firewood from the shed where Tim had stored it, to the porch where she could get to it if the weather turned really bad. The day that had started out sunny and in the forties was now dark and cloudy with the temperature now near freezing. Tim was going to have to leave at lunch if he was going to be able to get home before the storm. She wasn't looking forward to spending the night alone.

Tim and Ann had been married a couple of years and had just bought the house they were living in this last summer. It was a big old farm house they had purchased, intending to start renovating it this next summer. Right now it was just big and old with not very good heat and almost no insulation at all.

Tim was at lunch when he heard the latest weather report. They were now expecting more ice than snow. He knew that would make it just that much harder to get back home to Ann. Their place was west of town and would get hit first. He didn't look forward to bucking snow, let along ice for the commute than normally took over and hour but now would take more like two to complete. He had one more customer to meet this afternoon and then he would head home.

First the customer was late and second he wasn't in a hurry to sign. Tim ended up spending a lot more time with him than he expected. By the time he was ready to leave the snow was really coming down. 

He had to fight the snow and high winds just to get to the interstate where he found it already closed to traffic. He tried to go by back roads and soon found they were even worse. By then all roads leaving the city were closed. He headed back to work to call Ann.

About lunch the electricity went off. Ann fussed but thought it would be back on soon as the storm passed through. She got out the oil lamps and candles. The flash light had new batteries so she was ok with that. 

With the electricity went the telephone. They only had one cell phone and Tim had it with him. She was left with any way to communicate with the outside world. She stroked up the fire in the fireplace and set down to look out the window at the snow that was fast turning to ice, hoping Tim would come driving up any moment.

Tim tried calling Ann but didn't get an answer. After calling the phone company he found out that the lines were down everywhere back towards his home. He tried to think how he could get in touch Ann. The reason they had purchased the old home in the first place was because it was isolated which meant their nearest neighbor was half a mile away from them. 

He dug out his wallet and looked to see if he had Mike's phone number in it. He remembered Mike giving it to him back when they first meet. He knew it was a cell phone since Mike didn't have a land line. He could get him to run over and check on Ann and let her know he wouldn't be home until the next day when the roads were open.

He called the number and was about to hang up when Mike answered. "Mike, Tim Price here, what is going on there with the weather?"

"Hi Tim. It is bad and going to get worse. They are now saying it could last three or four days. The electricity is already off and lines are down everywhere. The ice is tearing up all the trees and blocking all the roads. Doesn't look like anyone will be going anywhere for up to a week."

"I am stuck in the city and can't get out of here. Ann is home alone and the phone is out. I hate to ask you but could you get over to the house and check on Ann and let her know I can't get home. She is going to be worried when I don't show up tonight." 

"Be glad to. Doesn't she have a cell phone?"

"No, we never though she needed one."

"I will get her to call you back on mine when I get over there."

"You don't know how much I appreciate you doing this for me. I will have to repay you sometimes."

"You don't owe me anything, glad to help."

Mike hung up the phone with a smile on his face. He already had the right payback in mind.

Mike had met them soon after they moved in the old house. He liked what he saw of Ann at once. The first view of her made him wish it was him sleeping with her instead of Tim. 

He like the way Ann was built. She couldn't have been over five feet and maybe a hundred pounds but on how everything was stacked in all the right place. He could just see the petite blond riding his black cock with her hair thrown back as he filled her white pussy with his black cock. 

He reached for his camera, locked up his house and went for his truck. He didn't intend coming back home before the snow melted if he had his way about it. He wasn't against using a little force if the situation demanded it.

He never got out of his yard with the truck. Trees were blocking the drive. He parked the truck and headed through the woods to Ann's. He thought that he was really going to deserve the fucking he expected for having to walk in this miserable weather.

It had quit snowing and now was raining. The rain quickly froze and the tree tops were cracking like a rifle shot as the weigh of the ice took its toll. She knew Tim wasn't going to make it home through this. She just hoped he found a warm dry place to wait out the storm.

It was almost dark when she heard what sounded like someone pounding on the door. She wondered who could be out in a mess like this as she went to the door.

Mike was about to pound on the door again when she opened it. Just seeing the little blond in her shirt and jeans made the walk over here worth the effort. "Mike, what are you doing out here in this weather?" She stepped back to let him come in and shut the door behind him.

Mike was soaked through and through. His clothes were almost frozen to him. He shook off his cap. "I talked to Tim and he wanted you to know that he was locked down in the city with no way out, and to make sure you are alright."

"I hate you had to come here in this weather to tell me that. Where is your truck? I didn't hear you drive up."

"At home, the roads are closed, I walked over here."

Ann couldn't help but feel bad that he had to walk in this mess but she had never like being to close to Mike. From the first time she met him she had felt his eyes as they traveled all over her body, and he didn't even try to hide the thought that he liked what he saw. She had never been around many black men and none of them had looked at her like she was going to be the main course that night. His look had plainly said that he wanted to take her to bed. 

Over the last six months they had run into him from time to time and each time was the same as the first. She mentioned it to Tim but he thought she was imagining things. She knew what he was thinking just as if he had used the actual words.

He moved across to the fire and warmed his hands on the blasé. "Here is my cell phone. I told Tim I would have you call as soon as I got here. I didn't know it was going to take this long."

She took the phone from him and turned her back to dial Tim.

He answered on the first ring. "Dam Ann, I was about to get worried about you. So Mike finally got over there?"

"He just got here. He had to walk, all the roads are filled with limbs and down trees." They talked a few minutes longer until Mike told her she needed to save the batteries as it might be awhile before they could get them recharged. They said good bye and she hung up, Mike shut off the phone. He didn't intend to turn it back on until he got what he really came for.

He had pulled off his coat but the rest of his clothes were wet to the bone. His body was chilled in spite of the hot fire. "Ann, could you get me a shirt and pants of Tim's? I am about to freeze in these wet clothes." 

"Sure, let me get you some dry clothes and a towel to dry off with. She left the room to get them.

Mike and Tim were close enough to the same size that she though he could wear some of them. She picked out the ones that were a little big on Tim and a big towel he could dry with. He couldn't take a shower as the pump was out with the power. She shut the bedroom door behind her as she went back to the den and Mike.

She wasn't really watching him as she entered the room until she was almost to him. "Here are some---------." She couldn't finish the sentence. Mike was completely naked in front of the fire! "Mike!" He didn't say anything, just reached out for the clothes and towel.

Ann quickly turned her back to him as she handed the clothes behind her to him. He took them from her and she heard him laugh. "You may as well turn around and get a good look. We are going to be spending a lot of time together the next few days. If the weather man is right we could be here as long as a week."

"I will wait in the bedroom until you get dressed."

"You are going to get awful cold in there. The only heat is the fire place and me. Once I get you going we will keep each other warm." He laughed as the door slammed behind her.

Ann wondered what she was going to do. There wasn't any kind of weapon in the house, Tim didn't believe in guns or knives. She knew she was right the first time she met Mike. Now how was she going to handle him? She sure didn't think he would just go back home and leave her on her on. She hadn't paid much attention to him, other than to know he was naked. She had been too shocked to really notice what he looked like other than he was big and black and he had that same look on his face she had seen before. 

The temperature in the room was below freezing and she knew she would have to return to the den sometimes. She opened the door and hoped he was dressed this time. She was still surprised that he had just stood and let her see him naked. The gall of that man! "You dressed now?"

"For the time being. Come on in." She was hesitant to turn the corner but she saw him standing with his back to the fire and he had on Tim's clothes.

She moved as close to him as she dared. She had no idea what he might do to her. She needed to get near the fire to warm up. He moved over and she moved closer.

Mike didn't say anything but left and went down the hall to her bedroom. Ann watched him go, afraid to say anything to him.

In her bedroom he pulled the cover from the bed and pulled off the top mattress and carried it back into the den. Ann saw him. "What are you doing with that?"

"We have to have somewhere to sleep and do other things. It is too cold in the rest of the house." 

"I am not about to sleep with you are anything else."

He didn't say anything as he lay the mattress down in front of the fire before going back to the bedroom again. Looking in the closets he found Tim's ties. He took half a dozen back with him.

Ann saw the ties. "What are you doing with Tim's ties?"

"These are for you, unless you cooperate."

"What are you going to do?" Fear was beginning to enter her body. Up to now she had thought he would quit once she said no and meant it.

"Honey, I am going to tell you like it is. We are going to be here together for no telling how long. I have wanted to take you to bed from the first time I saw you. Now I am going to. You can do it willingly are I will tie you up and take you anyway."

"That's rape, Tim will know it was you and you will go to jail."

"By the time I get through to you there want be any rape. You will be so glad to finally get fucked that you will be begging me to take you. Once the storm is over I predict you will be coming over to my place quite often to get what you are going to learn to love in the next few days."

"Don't bet on it."

"I don't bet on sure things. Sat down on the mattress." He motioned with his hand.

"No! I am not about to do that!?

"Suit yourself." He moved so quickly she never saw it coming. He reached for one arm and swung her around over his leg and she hit the mattress on her back. He was on her before she had time to react. Like a calf roper with a steer he had a tie around one wrist and tied to a table leg before she saw it coming. 

The other arm was fastened just as quick. Ann was crying and screaming at him but that didn't slow him up. She was kicking at him but he just move over her and his weight took the wind out of her. By the time she recovered her legs were fastened off the same way. She was helpless as she lay on her back on the mattress with her arms and legs tied off. He set back on his heels to admire his handy work. "Shut up the crying and screaming, you aren't hurt yet."

She finally stopped crying. She knew it was hopeless to scream, who was going to hear anyway. "You said you weren't going to rape me?" 

"I don't intend to but I am going to fuck you."

"Then why did you tie me up."

"I don't want to have to watch my back and now you just have to be still and let me convince you that you want me as much as I want you."

He moved over next to her and she tried to move away from him, but there wasn't anywhere to go. She cringed as his hands touched her face and moved over her body. He didn't hurt her but he made sure she knew that she was his to do as he liked.

"You have really nice breasts. I noticed the first time I met you that you are right proud of them. Lets see what they look like out in the open."

"No, don't do this!" She tried to twist away from him but he pulled her back. He moved over her and the weight of his body kept her pinned to the mattress as he set back on her hips.

"Relax Honey, I think you are going to like this before I am through." His fingers moved to the buttons holding her shirt closed. One by one he slid the buttons open. Once he had completed that he laid the edges back to reveal her breasts in the sexy little bra she had on. 

Ann kept begging for him to stop and tried to turn over but he wasn't paying much attention to her wants. His hands moved to each breast where he would squeeze them one at a time. He spent several minutes with each tit before moving to the other. 

Ann was surprised at the gentle way he played with her breasts. She had expected him to be rough but he was more like a lover than a rapist. It wasn't all that unpleasant as he must have spent a long time just playing with them before he lifted her and unsnapped the bra. With her hands tied he couldn't get it off but he pulled it loose and lay it up around her neck.

He set back on his heels and watched her tits rising and fall with each breath she took. Her eyes were shut but he could see the chill bumps covering her naked breasts. This time his hands were on the naked flesh as he spent a lot more time stroking her tits and bare stomach. 

Ann tried to twist away but couldn't. His hands were all over her and she couldn't help but feel her nipples getting hard as he pulled on them. Her breasts were real sensitive and she liked it when Tim would play with her breasts and in spite of herself she knew they were getting hard.

This wasn't loss on Mike. His mouth quickly replaced his hands as he would kiss and lick across her hard nipples. He pulled them with his lips until they were standing up. He had never had any doubt that if he could get to her that she would be a hot fuck 

He spent a lot of time touching her until she was no longer twisting to get away but tears were rolling down her face. Ann knew she wasn't going to be able to stop him from doing anything he wanted with her but she was determined that he was not going to make her like it. Each time his mouth covered her tit she tried to twist away from him but he just let his mouth follow her tit until he had the nipple once again between his lips.

He had been at her for a long time and the fire was dying down. He pulled back and stood up. Ann finally opened her eyes to see what he was doing. He smiled back at her, "I'm not through. You just relax a minute while I load the fire with more wood. We don't want to get cold in here."

He left her to go to the porch to get more wood. She took the opportunity to turn over on her stomach and tried to pull the ties loose. They weren't about to give and she was fighting a loss cause. She decided that she was going to stay on her stomach. At least that way his hands wouldn't have complete control of her naked breasts. In spite of the heat from the fire place she could feel the chill of the room on her naked back.

Mike just laughed when he came back in the room. "You look good from this side as well." He tossed the wood on the fire and set down beside her. His hand rubbed over her ass. "You sure do have a nice ass for a white girl. I like them nice and round." His hands hadn't stopped moving since he sat down. Ann wondered if she had helped her situation at all by rolling over. All she knew was now the ties were much tighter and the circulation was being cut off. Her arms were beginning to hurt.

"Please Mike let me go and I want tell Tim. My arms and legs are hurting."

"You don't have to be tied. If you would just behave I would let you loose. You know there isn't anywhere for you to run. If you got out of the house you would just freeze. It could be a lot more pleasant if you would just relax and enjoy the next few days." He had pushed her shirt up her back and was rubbing her bare skin. "I love the way you feel, all nice and warm. I bet you are just as hot when you get turned on."

Ann took it as long as she could before she finally relented. "OK, let me turn back over. My hands have gone to sleep and I am getting cramps in my legs."

He moved back and she turned back over on her back. The move left her tits open to his inspection. She didn't have anyway to pull her shirt back to cover them. It wouldn't have did any good anyway as Mike once again leaned over to suck on her nipples. 

Except for her hands and feet being tied he wasn't hurting her. His hands were soft on her tits and his mouth was hot. This part wasn't nearly so bad other than just seeing his black face as he kissed over her body. She had never in her life thought she would have a black man doing things to her that only Tim had done.

Even on her back her hands were hurting. "Please untie me, my arms hurt."

"You going to behave?"

She knew that the only possible chance of getting away from him was to be free. If that meant letting him have his way for a while then she would just have to do it. As long as she was tied she would never have a chance to get away. "Yes, just untie me." 

"You know that if you give me any trouble I will just tie you up again?" She nodded her head that she understood.

He moved across her body again as he reached up to untie the ties on her arms. As they came loose she brought her arms down and tried to work the feeling back into them. He had moved from her and was untying her feet. As soon as they were free she jumped to her feet and quickly fell back on the mattress. They were numb and wouldn't hold her weight. She started to cry at how helpless she was before him.

He just laughed. "Give it a few minutes and the circulation will come back." He watched from the mattress as she finally was able to stand and move around. Her shirt was still open and her bra was pushed up over her tits. Ann pulled the bra down and pulled the shirt across her exposed breasts. "You could save yourself some time if you just took it off; you know that you are going to have to anyway."

Ann turned back to the fire; at least she was covered for the time being. The warmth from the fire soon had her warm again. It was cool on the mattress even in front of the fire. She could just imagine how cold it was in the rest of the house. She moved around the room and other than just watching her Mike didn't try to stop her. "I need to go to the bathroom."




Ice Storm



"Be my guest but you will freeze your as off in there." She went to the bathroom and shut the door behind her and locked it. At least she had a locked door between the two of them. 

She finished up and already the temperature was slightly above freezing. She had intended on staying in the bathroom until he made her come out. It wasn't working out as well as she expected, she was freezing and Mike wasn't saying anything. He just left her alone; she would be out soon enough and might be more reasonable to deal with. He wasn't in any hurry and the way it was still snowing with ice it would be quite a while before anyone could get through. If Tim knew what Ann was faced with he might have gotten help to come for her, but he knew that Mike had said she was alright and Ann had told him she was he wouldn't be worried as long as they checked in each day.

Ann took it as long as she could. Being raped couldn't be much worse than dying. She unlocked the door and made for the fire. 

Mike didn't say anything as he watched her trying to get warm. Just watching her moving in front of him made him want to fuck her all that much more. He now personally knew what her tits were like and he was ready to see the rest of her. He stood up and moved to her. She had her back to him as she faced the fire with her hands warming.

Ann felt his presents before he touched her. She braced for his hands to touch her and still jumped when his arms moved around her waist. She didn't have any choice but to just stand there and hope he wouldn't hurt her. Once more she begged him to not hurt her.

"Honey, you are not going to get hurt. What I am going to do to you will be anything but painful, that is if you cooperate." His arm closed around her stomach and he pulled her body back to his. His hand moved up under her shirt to her tits. "I told you we could save time if you left this off." One hand moved behind her to unfasten the bra catch. It came loose in his hands.

Ann felt the bra give way and his hands moved back around as each one cover a breast. He pulled her nipples with his fingers and she couldn't help the tingle than moved straight to her pussy. Tim knew that was one sure way to get her fired up. She did her best to twist away from him but that just let him play with her tits more.

"Let's get this shirt off." He reached for the buttons and she grabbed them to keep him from opening them. He stopped, "I can always tie you back up."

Ann new then that he was going to do what ever he wanted to her. The last thing she wanted was to be tied up again. She dropped her hands as the tears again rolled down her face. She stood helpless as he removed the shirt and bra until she stood naked to the waist before him.

As soon as he had her undressed to the waist he pulled her back to him again. Her naked back was pressing against his chest as his hands were stroking her arms and tits at will. 

Mike could see the chill bumps on her body as he stroked her. Her nipples were hard and standing straight out. He thought to himself that she was going to be one hot fuck and it wasn't going to be long as he let his hands work down her body to the waist of her jeans. He could feel her stomach trembling as his hands moved lower. Soon he planned on feeling her hot pussy trembling around his cock the same way.

Try as she could she could not stop her nipples from enjoying the play they were getting. He was forcing her to like what he was doing to her and that was what really made her mad. If he was going to have his way with her she didn't want him to get the enjoyment of seeing her give in. Then she felt his hands move lower and she tried to twist her hips away from his exploring hands. It was a loss cause as the only thing she succeeded in doing was to feel his cock, now rock hard, pressing against her ass.

He felt huge to her as his cock pressed against her ass. She had heard all the stories about how black men were huge and never believed it but now she was beginning to wonder. The brief glimpse she had of him earlier didn't register with her at the time but she didn't remember him looking anything special. Of course he was soft at the time as he was trying to get warm. She tried not to press against him much but Mike had differed ideas. 

He pulled her tight against his big cock. He wanted her to know what she was going to get. He rubbed his cock on her as his fingers were opening the zipper to her jeans.

Ann felt the zipper give way and she reached to hold his hands to keep them from moving lower. He was to strong for her and all she was able to do was just keep him from moving lower. She bent over and crossed her legs to stop his exploring hands. To her surprise he stopped and stepped back. She looked over her shoulder and saw him opening up Tim's shirt she had given him.

Mike saw her looking. "Come over here." His voice didn't offer her a chance to disagree. She moved around and over to him. "Take off my shirt." She shook her head and backed away. This pissed Mike off. "Get you ass back over here right now or I am just going to tie you back up and do anything I like with you."

The last thing Ann wanted to do was make him mad. If he got mad there wasn't any telling what he might do to her? So far, other than the touching he still wasn't hurting her and she was more afraid of that than anything. She had a fear of being hurt. She moved to him and unbuttoned the shirt.

When the last button was open she stepped back. "You aren't finished, take it off." She pulled it from his shoulders and tossed it on the sofa. She was about to step away when he reach for her and pulled her petite body to him. She tried to pull away but wasn't any match for his brute strength. Then his arms were around her and holding her tightly to him. She could feel her nipples pressing against his chest. The hair was tickling her nipples and she could feel them harding again.

"Hey, this feels pretty good, don't you agree?"

If it had been Tim holding her this way she would have had to agree with him. She didn't answer and didn't need to. He could feel her breath quicken and the hard nipples digging in his skin. His hands dropped to her ass and pulled her tighter to his hard cock. "You feel that? That is what you are about to get." She was trying to pull back but all she did was rub her cunt on his hard cock even more. She was losing this battle!

She was just getting use to him holding her so tightly when suddenly he turned her face up and his mouth came down to cover hers. It was so quick that she didn't have time to resist before his tongue was pushing against her lips. She quickly shut her mouth to his pressing tongue.

He stopped and looked at her. "Now I am going to kiss you again and this time you are going to kiss me back. I want your arms around my neck and I want your mouth open. If you don't I am gong to slap hell out of you. I am getting tired of you resisting me. It was fun at first but I am tired of the games. You are going to get fucked right here in front of this fire, on this mattress, in just a moment. You can fight and I'll take you or you can cooperate and it will be most enjoyable for both of us. Do I make myself clear?"

Ann could tell from the look in his eyes that he meant every word he said. She thought of Tim and how up to now he had been the only man to enter her body. She knew this was about to change and she couldn't stop him. If the storm was only going to last a day she could fight him but not for a week or more. "Forgive me Tim but I can't stop him," She thought to her self.

Mike saw the fight go out of her as he pulled her back towards him again. He knew that she was his to do what ever he desired. He had set out to fuck her and take pictures that showed her cooperating with him if she ever cried rape. Now he wanted the tiny blond wife to like what he was doing to her and would be available to him after this storm was over. Now that he finally had her giving in he was determined to make her like it.

"Put your arms around my neck." She put her arms around his neck but didn't hug him. She just did what he told her to do.

He dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. She only resisted slightly at first before letting him pull her to his body. "Look at me." She looked up at him and he leaned forward and again covered her mouth with his. This time he was much gentler than before as he took his time.

Ann knew he was about to kiss her and she wanted to back away but knew that was what made him mad before. She let his lips claim her mouth and didn't back away. She was surprised that he was so gentle this time and it wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be. She had dreaded the thought of his big lips on hers, but to her surprise they were warm and hot to her as they covered her lips. 

When his tongue pushed against her lips she let her mouth open and his tongue entered. He was working her mouth over at the same time he had pulled her naked tits firmly against his chest. For the longest time he kissed her over and over as his hands no longer had to hold her tight to him was free to stroke across her naked back and down over her jean covered ass.

At sometime Ann no longer pulled away. The kisses were getting to her and she was starting to give as well as she got. It was her arms that now held them close, leaving him free to search out more of her gorgeous body. She has managed to push Tim and her infidelity to the back of her mind. Tim was now another part of her life that she had to leave behind for the rest of the week. Never in her life had she ever thought she would be kissing a black man and that he would soon be fucking her. 

Mike broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. He kissed her tits as he lowered his body down. He reached for the jeans again and Ann reached for his hands to stop him. He looked up at her looking down at him. Nothing was said and she released his hands and shut her eyes.

Just as quick the jeans were down around her feet and Mike picked up one foot at a time as he took them from her and tossed them across the room. He hoped that was the last time he had to pull them off until the storm was over. He intended to keep her naked and fucking most of the time.

Her panties were the next and last item to go as he rolled them down her pretty legs to join her jeans across the room. Ann still had her eyes closed but she knew each and every move he made. She knew the moment before his lips touched her sex that he was about to kiss her blond cunt. 

Mike leaned forward, never taking his eyes from her beautiful body, as his tongue touched the lips of her open cunt. Hers was the first white pussy he had ever seen, and she taste just as good as she looked. He pulled her pussy tighter to his mouth as he knelt between her white legs. Ann's hands dropped to his head as she pulled him tighter.

His tongue felt so good to her as he kissed her pussy. Ann and Tim both liked a lot of oral sex and she especially liked to feel his tongue in her. Mike knew what he was doing and it wasn't but a moment before she was pulling his head tighter during her first climax.

Ann screamed as she climaxed. It was more intense than any she had ever had. Her knees buckled and Mike lay her down on the mattress while she was trying to catch her breath. 

It took a moment as she lay back thinking of the tremendous orgasm she had just had. She was still about out of it as she felt the weight of Mike on the mattress with her. She looked up to see him moving over her from between her feet. She didn't resist as he once again kissed his way up her naked body. He paused at her cunt to give it another kiss before moving higher

Mike had undressed completely while Ann was coming down from the high she had just been on. He couldn't wait any longer to fuck the little blond. He moved her legs apart as he kissed higher until he was over her body and now kissing and rolling her nipples between his fingers. His hands continued to stroke her tits as he reached her mouth where he covered her lips again. 

Ann enjoyed the complete journey as he made his way up her body. She didn't know that he was now naked and that he was about to complete the journey he started a few hours ago when Tim called him. When he kissed her again she opened to him as she let his tongue have free will in her mouth. She was learning that black men knew how to kiss as well as fuck.

She was so involved in his kisses that she hardly knew when his hand trailed down her body to guide his cock home in her young blond pussy.

She felt him over her and looked down to see him guiding his cock towards her opening. Unconsciously she pulled her legs back and spred them to give him more room to operate. It also let her see his huge black cock as it entered her pussy. 

The head pushed just inside her opening and stopped. Mike looked up to see her looking down where they were now joined. "Now that is a beautiful sight I never thought I would see, all that big black cock going in a beautiful blond pussy."

It was having the same effect on Ann. Unlike Mike she had never though about being with a black man as he had thought about being with a white woman. The contrast in color was over whelming for her. She had wondered when she would see a mixed couple together what they had in common, now she knew. It was the difference that made it so appealing.

It was more than that she just hadn't gotten the rest yet. Mike soon remedied that. He pushed forward and she lifted her hips to him. More than half of him slid down the wet chute of her cunt. Another push and then another, followed by one mighty push and he was buried deep in her white pussy.

Ann felt each push as he moved deeper. She thought he was finally in and was still deeper than Tim had ever been when he gave the final push. She cried out as he hit bottom. Her tiny pussy was stretched and he was deeper than she had ever had before. It took her a moment to get her breath and let the feeling return to her pussy. Mike took his time and let her make the first move. 

Ann knew she had more in her than ever. He wasn't much larger than Tim but he was a good two inches longer and was reaching places she had never even imagined a man could go. Her cunt was fast adjusting to the size and length of him. Her pussy was squeezing him and she wasn't even thinking about it. Her pussy was liking what it now had in it, so was Ann.

Her pussy was nice and tight when he felt her muscles squeezing him. Mike couldn't wait any longer. He pulled back a couple of inches and plowed forward, hitting bottom again and bringing another cry from Ann It wasn't a cry of pain any longer, it was the feeling of having her pussy completely filled with big cock.

The only conversation between the two of them was the cries of fuck me coming Ann and his cry when he could last no longer. He knew he was going to climax and couldn't stop it. He reached under her and lifted her ass even higher as he plowed his cock back deep in her wet cunt and flooded her pussy with cum.

Ann knew he was going to climax and she was right along with him. When he lifted her ass higher she thought her legs around his hips and hung on as he drove deep and unloaded shot after shot in her cunt. She climaxed as the first shot rushed out his cock head to soak her hot pussy. Each shot pushed her over the edge again and again until he had no more to give and she could not longer hold her legs around him.

Together they crashed unto the mattress, his cock still buried deep in her pussy. It was several minutes before he rolled away from her. As his now spent cock pulled from her body his cum rolled out between her legs. Ann looked down at his soft cock and cum rolling from her well fucked pussy and was thankful that she was still on birth control. She reached for her panties and covered her cunt and went to the bathroom.

The room was cold as she cleaned up. Cum continued to roll from her open pussy. She had never seen so much in her life. She thought of Tim for the first time in a long time. For a second she felt guilty, not for what she did with Mike, because she really didn't have a choice, but because she had liked it so much. She finished cleaning up and stopped in the bedroom and picked up a quilt to take back with her.

Mike was asleep when she got back. Ann looked at the ties he had tied her with. She knew that this was her opportunity to tie him up and wait out the storm until Tim got back. Instead she laid the quilt over him and moved in behind him. She moved up close and let her hand lay across his body to hold his soft cock. That was what Mike saw when he woke the next morning.

The storm lasted four more days and it was another three before anyone could get through to them. Each day they had call Tim to check in and confirmed that they were doing ok and for him not to worry. If he had any thoughts of them being along together he didn't say anything. Again he didn't think Ann would have anything to do with a black man in the first place. He knew how her father was about them and assumed the same about her. They had never had any talk about blacks before.

The rest of the time they spent on the mattress. Mike introduced her to positions she had never heard of let alone tried. She showed him why Tim was so happy when she sucked his cock. His talented tongue kept her pussy wet and ready. 

The day Tim was coming back home they cleaned up the house. Electricity had come back on that morning. The mattress was put back on Ann and Tim's bed. He would never know how much that mattress had been put through during the storm.

They had fucked again that morning, one last time and Mike left before Tim came home. He didn't want to face him so soon after spending a week fucking his wife. He knew that Tim would know something if he saw the two of them together. Nothing else was said as she kissed him goodbye. She watched him as he walked out through the woods, down the little trail back to his home. 

Ann knew it was going to be hard to hide what she did from Tim but knew he would never understand. She didn't have a choice at first and after the first time her choice was more of the same.

The storm had been the last storm of the season. Spring came in with a shout. Over night the trees were budding and spring flowers were blooming. 

It had been a month since that week and Ann had thought about it nearly every day. The day before they had run into Mike in town. Ann tried to act as normal as possible. Before she had never had much to say to Mike and she tried to do the same this time. Tim noticed it and asked her about it when they got home.

"I would have thought you would have been friendlier to him after being together so long."

"It is just the way he looks at me. It was hard during the week we stayed together." Tim took that as the answer he was looking for. If he had any doubts before they were pretty well answered for him. He had nothing to worry about.

Ann knocked on the door and when it was swung open Mike pulled her into his home. When they finally finished kissing he looked at her. "I thought you were never going to come over here."

"You could have come to the house."

"No, this time I wanted you to come to me."

"I'm here, what did you have in mind?" 

For the rest of the day he showed her. Time after time they brought each other to climax after climax, until she had to leave to be home when Tim got there.

Five years later the house had been all fixed up. There was now a little Ann running around. Mike and Ann were still together as often as possible. They only stopped while Ann got pregnant. She wanted to make sure the baby she had was Tim's. Now Mike came over more because the baby could be put in her own bed. 

Ann had never felt guilt being with Mike. Tim got all the loving he could stand and was happy with his life. He never knew that his neighbor was fucking his wife every time he was not home. What you don't know can't hurt you



Ice Storm



The boss cut us all loose today at 2:30 pm, the rain and sleet we've had since early this morning is projected to become a major ice storm later tonight. I work in the city but my heart is on the farm where I grew up. I live 19 miles from work and a normal commute is 25 to 35 minutes. Today was the exception, the traffic looked like rush hour, but then I suppose it is rush hour with most all businesses closing early.

I was about five or six miles from the farm when the rain and sleet became so heavy I pulled over and parked at an underpass to wait for it to abate a bit. The wind was very strong, adding to the already miserable conditions; some rain and sleet even blew through the underpass. As I sat there, motor running, I thought about what I have to do when I get home, getting the livestock into the barn will be first, then I need to bring more firewood from the shed, the power nearly always goes out with heavy sleet like we're having today. I have heating oil in 5 gallon cans in the shed too, Kerosene for the old lamps, and the heating oil, if the firewood runs out.

I sat there ticking of the list of must do things in my mind, a very strong gust of wind rocked my truck as I sat there, I turned my head to the right to look at the mirror when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move up at the top of the underpass. My first thought was a large dog seeking shelter from the storm. I lowered the passenger side window to get a better look and now I could see that it was a person huddled up at the top. I jumped out of my truck and approached the incline up to where the person sat. Cupping both hands to my mouth I shouted to the person up there.

"HELLO! Come down, get warm in my truck before you freeze to death!"

I tried shouting two more times, seeing no movement at all, I began to fear the worst. I made my way up the incline, trying to avoid the patchy ice spots. I found that it's a young kid, maybe in his late teens or early twenties, I guessed. The wind chill was in the mid twenties and he was wearing just Jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt. He couldn't speak he was so chilled. I picked him up and managed to get him to my truck, once we were in the truck, I saw that his skin was a blueish color, I hurriedly turned the truck around and headed straight to the Hospital ER as fast as I could go on the icy roads, it was only a few miles back toward the city. 

Once we were in the ER, nurses piled blankets on him, and wheeled him off for more urgent care. I had taken his meager belongings before they rolled him into the ER. He had a wallet with six dollars in it, thirty eight cents in pocket change, a ball point pen and a box of Tic Tacs. I thought it odd that he had no keys. Besides the money in his wallet, there's only only a Student ID card from the local community college, no drivers license. The student ID card said his name is Keaton Cannon, and he's 19 years old.

I called the phone number listed on the ID card and woman answered. I asked if she knew Keaton Cannon, she replied that he is her son. While I was telling her how I had found her son, an angry voiced man came on the line yelling, that they didn't want to hear anything about their son. 

"We're through with him. We don't have a son anymore." He yelled and slammed down the phone.

I sat and thought about that for a bit, flashing back to my own father, and how afraid I had been to tell him that I'm gay, fearing he would be done with me like Keaton's father had just proclaimed about his son. It wasn't hard to imagine that this could be the reason for his banishment. My father never 'disowned' me, but I was keenly aware that he truly thought that being gay was my choice.

I left home then. I found a job and managed to work and go to school at night. I couldn't bear seeing the resentment my father showed toward me and I left home at 18. I regret that I hadn't returned home before my Dad and Mom were killed in an auto accident. We had never reconciled. Now the bank and I own my 85 acre farm.

Thatt was a hard time, working and going to school but I knew that I wanted more than just farming. I worked hard to put myself through college while I was estranged from my Dad. Now I'm an Electrical Engineer with a large regional construction company. It took me over five years to earn my college degree while working and going to school. I wrote to Mom and Dad regularly, letting them know how I was getting along. My Mom always wrote back every time I sent them a letter. I knew my dad wouldn't read them and likely, he didn't ever ask about me.

After the accident that took my parents, I moved back to the farm. My brother is three years older than me and he had no interest in the farm at all; he lives in Chicago. I haven't seen him since I bought out his share of the farm. I get Christmas and Birthday cards (always signed by his wife Carol) and a phone call at New Years. I've always held the farm dear to my heart, somehow I'm tied to this patch of land, it anchors me and keeps me here, my roots are here, I've always loved this place. It's home, my Dad bought it when I was just two years old. 

I'm 28 years old and I've never had a personal relationship, only fleeting nights with someone whom I thought I needed at the time. Over the past twelve years I've been with five different men. I know I'm not ugly, but no one would call me handsome, my eyes are a brilliant green (my best feature I'm told), My skin tone is ruddy, my hair a dark red, Auburn in the winter time and a lighter orange-red in the summer. There are plenty of freckles on my body, enough for two or three people, to my mind, anyway. 

I'm 6'2" and weigh in at about 170 to 180, depending on the season, lighter in the summer with the farm work and heavier in winter. The Cat Head biscuits with Sausage gravy and scrambled eggs, keep me nearer the 180 mark during the winter. My body isn't ripped and toned like a gym rat but I'm hard and lean, my muscles are from farm work, one man farming 85 acres is almost impossible, but doing it while holding down a full-time job keeps me always behind in the never-ending repairs and maintenance of the buildings and equipment plus the plowing, planting and harvesting.

I seem to have a compulsive aversion to the bars and clubs that are the center of activity for gay men in our city. I've never felt comfortable being in a gay bar or dance club, I know it's all because of my messed up head. Finding someone with a similar desires and background, who is more of an everyday type of man, not a bar fly nor in any way flamboyant seems to be an impossible task, I've tried the online dating sites, even the Gay Farmers dating site, with no luck to date. I'll just have to find a way to co-exist with who I am and the gay lifestyle that the guys in my town seem to prefer. In a city as big as Louisville there must be guys here like me but I have no idea where to find them. 

When a doctor came out and told me that Mr. Cannon would be kept at least overnight, explaining that hypothermia patients are monitored for a minimum of 12 hours, I was relieved. I wasn't allowed to see him so I asked the doctor to let Mr. Cannon know I would be back here in the morning to check on him. I told him that he had nowhere to go and I was offering him temporary shelter in my home. 

Reluctantly, I left him there, hoping that he would get my message that I'll be back here in the morning. Meanwhile I had to get home and tend to the livestock on the farm.

After getting the cattle, chickens and my horse all fed and bedded down, I took out yesterdays pot of soup and warmed in on the old wood stove in the kitchen. I'd kept the old stove because it was what my Mom cooked on and it fit the old farmhouse. I fired it up in the coldest weather for the heat and the hot water tank, when the power goes out it takes a while for the line crews to get out in the country repairing downed power lines. The stove provided heat and hot water when the power was out.

I called the hospital to ask about young Mr. Cannon but I was told that only family could be given that information. No explanation I could give would suffice, I ran into the proverbial 'brick wall' with every argument I tried. 

I knew that with a storm like this, my office would remain closed and I could drive in to town to bring the boy here to the farm. Since we have ice and snow predicted for the next 24 to 36 hours, I thought it best to put the tire chains on the truck. I drove it into the barn hallway and shut the barn doors to keep the howling wind at bay, I had the chains on in about a half hour.

Big Red, my horse, watched my every move with his head out his stable door. I talked to him just about all the time I was there, which is normal for me. I talk more with my horse and dog than I do with people it seems. Before I left I checked to make certain Red's winter horse blanket was securely buckled. I told him about the boy, how I had found him and that I would be bringing him here to the farm, all while I mucked out the manure from his stall.

Back at the hospital just a bit after 1:00 pm, the boy came walking into the waiting area, I saw him look around and knew he had no clue who had brought him here. I stood up and held out my hand.

"My name is John Brown, I know it sounds phony, especially from a stranger, but it is who I am, for real! I had to look in your wallet to get your name for the Hospital, so I know you're Keaton Cannon."

I asked if there was anyplace he wanted to go and he kept his eyes downcast and said that he didn't have anywhere to go. After hearing his father rant that he no longer had a son when I had called his home, I knew I'd take him in until he was on his feet, with a job and a place of his own. 

Looking outside, I could see that the daylight was fading and there was no apparent let up in the sleet, I knew I had better get started back to the farm soon, the livestock couldn't feed themselves.

I turned to the boy and said.

"Everyone calls me Jack. If you've no place to go, then you come with me. I have to get home soon and you're welcome to ride out this storm, warm and cozy at my place, I have a small farm a few miles out-of-town. I'm not a pervert or weirdo, you'll have a room to yourself with a lock on the door if you feel the need for it, Is that okay with you? 

"Do you meant it? I could be a psycho serial killer! You know nothing about me."

"I called the number on the Student ID card in your wallet, Keaton. I spoke to your Mom, then your father got on the phone; I know enough to think you could use a friend about now. I've plenty of room and you'll be welcome to stay there. I live alone with a big dog, my Horse, 22 head of Hereford Cattle and Lord only knows how many chickens. The weather is turning for the worse, we need to get on the road. Are you coming?"

"Y...Yes...Mr. Brown. Thank you...they told me you brought me in here and you likely saved my life."

"It was just pure luck that I saw you move out of the corner of my eye. When I got you into the truck, you were turning blue so I brought you here to the hospital pronto. It was the ER team that saved your life, I just drove you here."

"I thought I was going to die in that storm. You rescued me, I'll forever be in your debt."

"Let's go Keaton, and please call me Jack."

I had remembered that Keaton was wearing only a light jacket and threw a wool army blanket in the truck when I left the house. As we got ready to leave I took off my jacket and put in on him and we dashed out to the truck, I had left it idling so it would be warm inside. The heater in the truck was on as high as it would go but Keaton was still shivering in his thin jeans and my heavy parka, he wrapped the blanket around his legs. I was almost sweating with the heater on high.

I had my hands full driving on the ice covered road, we crept along slowly even with the tire chains and 4-wheel drive on my truck. In less than 45 minutes I pulled into the car port at the farm and hustled Keaton into the kitchen. 

I opened the wood stove in the kitchen and saw that the breakfast embers were still glowing, I tossed in some tinder and got the blaze alight, added the kindling then the firewood. The kitchen would be warm in a matter of a few minutes. I pulled the left over pot of homemade vegetable/beef soup from the fridge and sat it on the stove to warm. I warmed up a cup of this morning's coffee in the microwave and gave it to him to warm up his insides too. Keaton kept my parka on, poor kid, he's still chilled to his bones.

After he ate some soup, I led Keaton upstairs to the spare room, my Brother's old room actually. I found some of his old jeans pushed way back to the end of the closet, they almost fit Keaton, maybe a size too large. Anyway, they would do for around here. I found an old sweatshirt I've outgrown and tossed it over to him. I showed him the bathroom and urged him to fill the tub with hot water and stay in it until he warmed up. 

When he came downstairs after the soak bath I took time to look him over and decided that Keaton Cannon was a very nice looking young man. When he smiled at me my stomach did a flip-flop.

"Keaton, I have to go out and get the livestock bedded down and feed them all, I'll be about an hour doing it all."

"Mr. Brown, uh, I mean Jack, let me help, please. I worked on my granddad's farm every summer, I can help feed and pen them up, if you have another Jacket I can wear?"

"Thanks Keaton, maybe tomorrow, but not tonight. You shouldn't be out there just yet. I'll put some blankets on the couch and maybe you can find something to watch on the TV if the satellite isn't blocked by this storm. There's books in the bookcase in the hallway, if the TV's out and you want to read. I won't be too long, the cattle are most likely in the shed by now, I'll just throw down some hay and give them water, I'll be done soon, you keep yourself warm, okay."

"Yes Sir...but...I...I want to help you any way I can."

"I appreciate that Keaton and your help will be most welcomed, when you're over this bout with hypothermia. It's essential that you keep your body temp up for the next few hours, until your body is back to normal. You'll be helping me with the livestock soon enough."

I got him bundled up and settled on the sofa, he looked up to me and smiled while his body shivered from being cold, so I got my Mom's electric blanket from the hall linen closet, plugged in and put it on him under the other blankets. I went out and across the barn lot and found the cows already in the sheds on both sides of the barn. It took me a few minutes to break ice coating on the sliding door tracks and wrestle them closed in the sleet and howling wind. 

Next I went up the ladder to the loft and began breaking open bales of hay and tossing it into the loft hay chutes that led to the racks below. In minutes the cattle were contentedly chewing away. I had to break the ice on their water trough.

I checked Big Red's feet, cleaned them out a bit, put his favorite sweet feed in his feed box, and put him in the cross ties in the barn hall while I quickly mucked out the manure from his stall. I rechecked his heavy horse blanket and fetched him a bucket of fresh water I'd brought up from the house. I ran my fingers through his mane, warding off future tangles, rubbed his ears and tickled his nose. I led him back into his stall. 

Big Red and my dog Bear, are the only living creatures that I truly love, a sad state for a 28 year old man. On the way back to the house I ran over to the Hen House and fed the chickens. I turned on the chick brooder, the heat from the bulbs would help as long as the power stays on. By the time I was back in the kitchen, Keaton's cheeks had a robust glow and he seemed happy and full of life, he's like 180° from the poor guy I took to the hospital. He shed the layers of blankets, stood and tugged up the jeans up that were too loose on his tiny waist. 

I studied him closely for the first time. Keaton stood about 5'8" or so, he's very thin or lean, his eyes are startlingly blue, his hair dark blonde, I imagine it will have lighter streaks in the summer sun. His facial features were almost the classic surfer boy look with his shock of unruly hair. I imagined his legs tanned in the sun and densely covered in hair so blonde it looked white against his tanned skin. I felt a stir in my crotch looking at him. I shook my head to rouse myself and break from this reverie. The last thing I need is to fall for a college kid, little did I know then just how hard that fall would be.

I made us cornmeal Hoecakes and we finished up the pot of soup for our supper. Keaton ate nearly three bowls of soup, a stack of Hoecakes and two glasses of milk. When I finished, Keaton jumped up and took the dishes to the sink, rinsed them out and put them in the dishwasher.

"Jack, what do you like for breakfast? I can cook fairly well and I really need to do something for you. You've given me so much. There just isn't anyway to repay you for all you've done."

"I'm certain I won't be going to work in the morning, there's bacon, eggs, frozen biscuits, ham and sausage. I'm not picky, I'll eat whatever you fix Keaton, and be thankful I didn't have to cook it"

I didn't even bother to turn on the TV, with this weather, I knew the satellite signal would be disrupted. I fetched us two mugs of hot, black coffee, turned on the radio for the news, started a fire in the fireplace, told Keaton to wrap up in on the couch and I settled into my easy chair. We both were asleep in minutes.

I woke a bit after 4:00 am to a chilled room, I saw that the fireplace held only dying embers and the wood stove was already cold. I quickly tossed tinder and kindling onto the fireplace embers, the tinder flared up and the kindling caught fire, I added firewood and had the cook stove warming the kitchen in a matter of minutes.

After the Stove fire caught up, I took a piece of burning wood and put in into the Warm Morning stove, tossed in tinder and kindling, added a scuttle of coal, and the room was warm and toasty in about 15 minutes. I looked at the piled up blankets on the couch and at first I thought Keaton wasn't there, but finally I saw his nose peeking out, the only part of him not covered by the blankets. After stoking firewood in the kitchen stove again, I headed up to my room, stopping at the hall closet to get another blanket to put over Keaton.

I went to the east facing a window and could see the sky brightening on the horizon and knew daylight would soon begin creeping its way slowly toward us, a sheen of ice coated everything in sight and the sleet was still coming down. It was truly a beautiful sight, seeing the orange glow of the morning sun give it's light and color to the ice covered winter wonderland. 

If this weather holds true to form of past years, we'll have a few inches of snow on top of the ice by tomorrow night. I turned and went back to the kitchen, picked up a pad and pen and took stock of the food provisions, making notes of what's needed on a pad. All my lumbering about the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets, woke Keaton and he roused from his blanket nest and stretched himself awake.

When Keaton stood and raised his arms stretching and yawning, the tee shirt rode up exposing his hard, flat stomach while the too large jeans slipped down to cover only half of his round little butt. I went bone hard in seconds! The lower abdomen of a fit and trim young man, from the navel to his pubes, is a very special erogenous zone for me. Keaton's right hand grabbed at the jeans to keep them from going to the floor. I saw the terror on Keaton's face, fearing he'd be naked in front of me, he blushed crimson.

"Sorry about those jeans, Keaton. I need to go into town for provisions, there'll be snow behind all this ice. You want to come with me and we'll get you some jeans that fit."




Ice Storm



My hard cock still throbbed, I Kept myself behind the furniture to keep it hidden from him. While he folded his blankets, I slipped by him and up to my room, hoping that he didn't see my bulging crotch, not that I expected him to look there.

The hardest part of our trip back into town was getting from the house to the main road. My 'driveway' is over a mile long from the highway to the house. Even with 4-wheel drive it wasn't an easy trip by any means, but it was much better than in a car. We carefully made our way into town in about 45 minutes, the Farmer's Co-Op was our first stop, for chicken feed, salt blocks for the cattle, more sweet feed for Red, and then on to WallyWorld for extra batteries, milk, and the grocery item on my list. 

I sent Keaton to the Men's Department to find some jeans. I joined him while he was looking at the hoodies. I looked at the jeans he was wearing and felt myself hardening again. This kid has the body that low rider jeans were made for. Smiling at him, I told him that the ones he had own aren't for farm work but he should keep them and that he'll need to pick out some khakis and regular work jeans, and flannel shirts also. 

No one within 50 feet of him would be working once they see his body in these low riders! JEEZUS! I'm still hard just looking at him!

I led him over to the heavy duty Parkas and told him to pick out what he wanted and to get a fleece hoodie, too. Staying fully clothed and in light jackets in the house helped to reduced the amount of wood and fuel oil we use when it gets bitter cold outside. 

Back at the farm, we took the things for the house in from the truck, and then drove into the barn lot with the feed and salt blocks. Once everything was stowed away and the animals fed and watered, we stopped by the warmer chicken coop, collected the eggs, then fed and watered the hens and chicks too. I stopped at the back door and let Keaton out and I drove the truck into the carport just beside the kitchen and ran to the back door and into the welcomed warmth of the kitchen. Keaton had stoked up the fire in the stove and the room was getting warmer fast. 

Keaton put his new clothes away and joined me back in the the kitchen , we finished off the pot of vegetable soup for our lunch. Once again Keaton had the dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher before I finished my cup of coffee. I excused myself and went up to my room, telling Keaton I had some paperwork to do. Being around him had its effect on me, His neat, trim and so sexy body had me horned up big time. I closed the door, stripped off my jeans and boots, sat at the computer and pulled up my favorite porn videos. I had my release in less than five minutes.

The storm lasted for three days, with the sleet stopping after about 36 hours, then it snowed for another 24 hours. After the snow, the temp plunged into the low teens, and stayed there. Some time during the fourth day of the snow and ice, I realized that I'm really enjoying having Keaton here these past few days.

There was no sign of the weather warming up and I knew I had to get in to work in the morning. Auto accidents were happening at a fearsome rate, the only saving grace being that there was not much speed involved, and no serious injuries to date. That night after dinner, we were sitting near the fire and I told Keaton that I would be driving in to work tomorrow.

"Keaton, it's too cold for you to look for a job just yet, there's just no place to go to get warm. You wanna just stay here? I'm enjoy your being here, us doing the chores together, I never knew what I was missing before you came."

I saw Keaton lower his head and a blush crept up his neck and he nodded his head yes. When he looked up I saw tear stains on his cheeks.

"Hey Bud...did I say something wrong? What's is it?"

"It's, uh, it's just that, you've been so good to me, you've never asked me for anything. Not even why my father has disowned me. Your generosity to a complete stranger overwhelms me at times. I'll clean up the place some and have you a good supper when you get in tomorrow tonight. It's a good feeling to know that there is something I can do for you. Bear and I will take care of Big Red, the cows and chickens, and muck out what needs it. I'll be thrilled to have something to do for a change."

By the weekend, the temperature had risen enough to start the ice to melting; I kept the livestock in the barn until all the ice and snow had melted off the barn roof, melting ice sliding off a barn roof kills animals every year. Once I let them out, the cows started their trek around the farm, eating grass from the few bare patches where the snow and ice had melted away. As always, they moved around the fields, following the sweetest grasses and always ended their day, grazing the way back to the barn. Keaton and I settled into a routine; me going into the city to work and Keaton doing house chores and tending to Red, the livestock and chickens, with Bear's expert assistance.

For me, coming home to someone, was the best feeling ever. I was truly amazed what a difference having someone else in the house makes, I really like having Keaton here. At the barn I noticed that only one half of the sliding double doors for the sheds on each side of the barn was partially opened. That's the way I normally kept them once cold weather sets in. Out back Keaton had broken the ice on the pond for the cows to drink.

Saturday morning a bit after 8:00 am I answered my ringing phone, it was Keaton's mother calling. She had saved my cell number when I called from the hospital. I assured her that Keaton was fine and called him to the phone. I went back to my room, wanting to give them some privacy. After their talk Keaton told me that she had to wait for his father to leave the house long enough for her to call and ask about him. He said that she was sending me some money to give you for taking me in and taking such good care of me.

As we sat eating our Sunday supper, Keaton told me that he'd be going in with me tomorrow to look for a job. I knew his wardrobe was severely limited and I took him into town, Wallyworld was the only place open after six on Sunday evening. He settled on more khakis, a blue button down oxford cloth shirt and a neat looking faux leather Bomber Jacket. We were on our way out when I remembered shoes so we turned and picked up a pair of work shoes, socks and underwear and a Sunday Paper for the 'Help Wanted' ads. I told Keaton that he had to have a cell phone for these places he where he applies for work to contact him. We swung by the electronics department as we were leaving and picked up a cell phone with prepaid minutes and no contract. It was nothing fancy, it didn't even have a camera, just a basic cell phone and he it set up and working in less than half an hour.

In the truck on our way home I saw Keaton writing something down. He looked over and saw my puzzled look I suppose.

"I'm keeping track of everything you spend on me Jack. I'll pay you back, I promise."

"That's not necessary Keaton, I like you being around. I don't want or expect you to pay me."

"Jack! I have to repay you, I can't stay here if you don't let me repay your kindness. I need to be on equal footing with you. I don't want anything to come between us as friends, owing a friend money can kill a friendship, and I will always want to be your friend. I gotta pay it all back Jack."

"Okay, I think I understand you, why you feel that need. I do appreciate your wanting to do that. It tells me a lot about your character and proves I was right to offer you shelter in my home, it only makes me like you more. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, use this address for your applications if you want." I said.

"Another thing Jack, when do you want me out of here? I know I have to get a place, I can't expect you to keep providing for me."

I just barely stopped myself from saying 'Never" to his question, then a sort of resigned panic set in, suddenly I felt horrible, like I might even throw up. The thought of him not being here makes me feel ill. I've never thought a minute about him leaving. I don't want him to leave. But I know he will, he's a lot like me in many respects. I can't convince him to stay, why would he? I'm 9 years older than him, a frustrated gay farmer who has to work in town to keep the farm going, not a very bright prospect for a 19 year old. 

Despite all the negatives, the fact is, I'm already crazy for him. He's a good young man, a hard worker and he's been a great companion for me these past weeks. I don't want him to leave, ever. Since that morning that he yawned and his jeans slipped down, he's been my masturbation fantasy. I knew that it wouldn't take much more for this old farm boy to fall in love. I wanted to tell him that I never want him to leave.

"Only when you're ready Keaton, I know you want to get your own place and provide for yourself. I understand all that, but I know when the time comes, I'll be very, very sad to see you leave. We're good together. I want you to know that you can always come here, you're welcome here always, anytime night or day."

Later he came into the TV room and shyly asked it he could put my cell number into his phone. I took his phone and entered my cell and office numbers for him, and he loaded his new number into my phone.

For supper, he fixed steaks from the freezer that he had put out to thaw when we left that morning. We had pan fried steak, a baked potato, biscuits and coffee for dinner. After getting the kitchen squared away, Keaton spread out the 'Help Wanted' section of the paper on the kitchen table, marking the ads he liked and writing down the qualifications required. After he finished with the paper he asked if he could use my computer to research these places he'd found. I asked if they had company names in the paper but he said no, he was going to look them up with the white pages phone number reverse search. Just enter the phone number and the program provides the name of the person/business that has that number.

Before bedtime, Keaton was showing me the Corporate bios he had pulled off the internet showing the company structure, mission statements and the Better Business Bureau ratings for each. I was pleased to see that he was so well prepared. I got the feeling that he would be employed fairly soon. 

It happened on the third day he was actively looking for work. I got a call from him at work, so excited that he had found a job and would start work the next morning. Keaton's job was with a Construction Specialties company that sells and installs several different products. He would work in the warehouse office, maintaining the inventory records for parts used by installation crews installing the products. Few people realize that a 6 foot chain link fence Corner post has over 60 separate parts required to hold the fence and barbed wire. He was proud of himself, I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. I knew then that he would do well and that I might as well resign myself to the fact that Keaton will be gone soon. That made me very sad. 

Again I wondered about him. I've never seen one single thing that would make me think that Keaton could be gay outside of that phone call with his father. That made me think that he could be gay, but I really didn't know and nothing he said or did made me think so. What I do know is that I would keep him here with me if I could. After work we were on our way to the farm, Keaton was terribly excited and I decided we'd clean up and go have us a fancy restaurant celebration meal. I saw a Kohl's store and pulled into the parking lot. You need more clothes for work Keaton, do you have to wear a uniform or just casual clothes?

"It's all casual, but I just need a couple of things until I get my first check." Keaton said.

"You know that they'll hold back your first check, it'll be nearly a month before you see a paycheck, but don't worry, you know I won't let you wear the same clothes for a month! Relax and quit worrying about what I do for you. I like doing it. Just like I like you staying here with me. I'll really miss you once you leave Keaton."

We left with five work outfits, more underwear and socks (no, I did not get to see how the knit boxers fit him.) At the farm we dropped our bags in the house and headed out to the barn to feed and water. The weather was up into the mid 40's today with the same predicted for tomorrow, so Big Red had been out in the paddock for some fresh grazing since the morning. I called him in and buckled his heavy winter blanket on him for the night.

Back in the house I sent Keaton up with his clothes and told him he had an hour to shower and dress, meanwhile, I went to my room to do the same, before we went out to celebrate his new job with a meal at a local Steak House; we both had a fresh 'build your own' salad from the salad bar then an 8 ounce Filet Mignon with a Baked Potato, grilled sweet onions with red, green and yellow peppers in butter sauce with mini loaves of brown bread with honey butter. Keaton ate like he'd never have another meal, when he lay down his knife and fork he had a contented smile on his face.

"Thank you Jack, that was the best meal I've ever had. You've spoiled me since we met. I want us to always be friends Jack. I'll never forget you and what you've done for me."

We were both quiet on the way back to the farm, both very full and contented with our steak dinner. In the kitchen we removed our coats and hung them in the mud room. I poked around in the stove to get the embers glowing and put more wood in. We watched TV for a while then Keaton got up saying he wanted to get his clothes ready for tomorrow, his first day at work. He was excited, more so than at anytime in the month he's been here. I got up too, planning to go to my room and get on the internet for a bit, while I was shutting the house down, Keaton started up to his room. 

Halfway up the stairs he turned and ran down them, rushed over to me and grabbed me in a big hug. I was startled at first, then thinking I might not get another chance, I hugged him tightly to me. A tremor ran through me then, when he laid his head on my chest and thanked me for being his friend, I bent over and kissed the top of his head and hugged him tighter to me.

"Thank you Keaton! I never knew I was missing so much in my life until you came into it. You've changed me and for the better, I'll always be grateful for this time we've spent together. You're a special young man and you will do well. Please remember that you can always call on me, I'll always be here for you."

He hugged me tightly and stepped away, he opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He leaned over and kissed my neck, turned and ran up to his room. I went to the kitchen to get a paper towel to mop up my tears. Our days together are numbered now, he'll be gone soon. What will become of me then?

When I came downstairs Monday morning Keaton was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He's been ready for his first day at work for about an hour already. I filled my insulated cup and we both grabbed our coats and hit the road. When I pulled up in front of Keaton's new office, he looked over to me and gave me a nervous smile.

"Wish me luck Jack."

"Good luck Keaton, just relax Bud, you'll do fine. I should be here about 5:10 to pick you up. Go get'em tiger. Show em what they've been missing. Call if you need anything. Later Bud."

He waved when he got to the door, I waved back and drove off. I can't remember a day when I felt so down. Everyone at work asked if I was okay, I wanted to say 'hell no I'm not okay,' but then I'd have to explain, it wasn't any of their business anyway. Like always, Old Jack will keep all his feelings bottled up inside, never letting anyone get close. Except Keaton got close, the kid got close without even knowing it.

Damn! I am one messed up, up tight, queer son of a bitch. I Can't even tell the guy I'm crazy for him, in love, not even in lust. Sure I'd make love with him in a heartbeat if that was what he wanted. But living with him for the past six weeks or so has shown me the man he's gonna be, the man he already is growing into. Fuck! What am I gonna do when he moves out?

Not long after lunch the boss called me into his office. Oh shit, what's been screwed up this time, I wondered. Going to his office usually means he's sending me out somewhere to undo what someone else has fucked up. Sure enough, I have to go to St. Louis for a repair job at a brewery there. Damn I hated to go off and leave Keaton alone. He'll be fine, he's got his driver's license now and can drive my truck while I'm away, he'll take care of the animals too. Usually I looked forward to these trips, away from home; it was when I usually went out looking for sex, but this time, the only guy I wanted, would be in my house and waiting for me to come back so he could move out and get away from me. Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

I just can't win in this love stuff.

Driving home that afternoon I told Keaton that I'd be going away on Wednesday and would have to let him know after I got to the St. Louis job site how long I'd be away.

"I'll miss you Jack but I'll take care of things here. Old Red, the cattle, the chickens and of course Bear."

"I hate to put all that on you Keaton, I usually hire a guy at the Co-Op to come and feed the livestock. I don't want to go. I know our time together is getting short and I want to spend every day and night with you I can before you move on."

"Jack! I'll just be in town, you can stop by anytime after work, I'll come and see you on weekends when I get wheels. We're best friends now. I need you more than ever now that I know you."

"You sure know the right things to say to an old guy, it's just that your being here has shown me that I lived a very lonely life before that Ice Storm brought you to me. It's you I'll be missing Keaton. But we'll get along I guess, hell. we'll have too."

"Once I get my debts paid, there's gonna be something I want to talk to you about Jack. But I gotta be through with owing you first, don't say it, I know you don't want me to repay you, but I gotta, Jack. I gotta be able to stand equal with you and look you in the eye when we have that talk."

I looked over at him and saw the determination in his face. What ever it is he has to talk about, I can see it's really important to him. Damn his hide, why can't he be a greedy little shit like other kids his age, then again, he wouldn't be the Keaton I fell for if he was like the others his age. He's only 19 but already more of a man than lots of guys my age or older.

Wednesday, Keaton drove us to work in my truck and let me off at my job then drove on to his office. I took a cab to the Airport about 10:30 and flew out just a bit after noon to St. Louis. After looking over the job at hand, I figured it would be Saturday before I could fly home. I got my butt in gear and threw myself into the work at hand and never once thought about going out to one of the gay bars.

I called Keaton after dinner and we talked for twenty minutes or more, mostly him telling me all the stuff he did today that we would have done together when I was there. But it was us talking, that made me feel better, just hearing his voice. When we finally hung up I went to take a leak and looked in the mirror.

I said to my reflection,

"You're one fucked up mess John Brown, falling for a kid nine years younger than you, setting yourself up for a whole lot of heartache, coming at you real soon now. It serves your stupid ass right, falling for a kid! STUPID!:

I sat down on the toilet and cried, sometime later I woke in bed, didn't remember getting there at all. I dreamed of the Ice Storm, finding Keaton half frozen except in my dream he became my partner and lover, we slept together, made love and worked keeping the farm going. Everything I've always wanted. I didn't know it then, but that dream would be the one thing that kept me sane in the coming months.




Ice Storm



Three weeks after I came back from St. Louis Keaton told me he and a guy where he worked were going to share an apartment. The place was close to their office and he could save more money for his goal. His friend was saving money to get married and they got along well. I felt like someone had sucker punched me in the gut, I thought I would puke right there in the truck. Keaton even asked if I was okay, he said I looked really pale.

There was nothing for me to do but accept the truth. Keaton was moving out, leaving me back where I was before the Ice Storm brought him into my life. All too quickly the day came, we loaded his things in bags and boxes, and tied a tarp over them in the bed of the truck. When he rang the doorbell at his new place a good-looking guy about his age opened the door and broke into a huge smile. My heart sank. I was certain that the roommate was interested in Keaton for a lot more than half the rent. Keaton introduced me as his friend and I shook the roommates hand, passed off the boxes and bags and turned the truck around and went back home. I called in to my boss and told him I had to take a couple of days off. Personal problems.

That first day he was gone I was drunk before dark and when I woke from my stupor at nearly 10pm I remembered I hadn't fed the livestock or Red. I bundled myself up and headed out for the barn, cussing myself for being such a fool. To forget to feed the animals was unforgivable, these animals depend on me, it's past time for me to leave my private pity party and take care of business here at home.

When I finally got to sleep that night I had the Ice Storm dream again, we were happy, living together, loving together, just to guys in love, making our way through life together. I know that has to be a dream, my life just doesn't happen that way. The dream would come back ever 10 days or so. Just when I thought I was getting back to being Jack Brown, the loner, the dream would come again. I wanted the dream every night, I was happy in the dream, Keaton was there and he loved me, like I love him.

Now since he's moved into town, Keaton calls about once a week, usually on Sunday night. Once about two months after he had moved into town, he asked to come for the weekend and I was as happy as a little kid having him back home. 

When Keaton stepped out of the truck Bear hit him hard, jumping up and licking him all over. They would wind up with Keaton on the grass with Bear in his lap. Bear missed him as much as I did it seems. That weekend Keaton cooked all our meals like before and we watched TV, me in my chair and him on the sofa. We talked a good bit, him telling me about his job, it felt good having him back even if it was just a weekend. He wanted to be here and that made me feel warm all over and even a bit hopeful that one day he come back home to us. I asked him if he wanted me to take him back on Sunday night or wait and drop him off at work Monday morning.

"Monday morning Jack. That'll give me one more night here at home with you and Bear."

My spirit soared when he said that, this is home for him now.

"You've made me a happy man this weekend Keaton. Like old times. Bear and I have missed our friend."

He gave me a look that I didn't recognize, like he wanted to ask something or tell me something. I couldn't figure it out, just when I was about to ask what he was thinking, Bear crawled up on the sofa with him for his body massage and ear rub. I let it go. If it was important, he will tell me. I don't want to do or say anything that would make him stay away.

I'm not sure which of us enjoyed the weekend more. I felt a little better about his not being here everyday, I wanted him back home but I'd settle for whatever he was willing to give me. I can be happy if I know he's coming back for another visit in a few weeks. Now that he thinks of this place with Bear and me as his home now, I figure I'm ahead of the game right now; that's good enough for me, for now. We talked every week at least once, sometimes more. One night about six months after he had moved out, we were talking on the phone and he startled me by asking what I did for sexual release.

"I've always wondered what you do Jack. I guess you masturbate but don't you ever go out for real sex?"

I stuttered and stammered a bit then making a joke of it I said.

"Why are you wondering what I do for sex Keaton?"

""Uh,I don't mean to pry Jack, it just that you've never mentioned sex. With most guys, that's all they think of or talk about. I just wondered."

"Come to think of it Keaton, you've never mentioned it either. What do you do for sex?"

"I just masturbate, I have my little fantasies like everyone I suppose, dating takes too much time and cash, and you're lucky if you might get a hand job from a girl. I'd just as soon stay in my room and dream about the sex with the perfect person. I get off good that way." Keaton answered.

Sometimes I do like you just said and sometimes I watch porn on the computer. I'd rather get off and move on than to invest all the time and money it takes to get laid. I'm a bit particular about who I'll partner up with for such an intimate act."

"Me too Jack, it needs to be someone special, someone I really care about."

"Exactly! Now, can we talk about something else. It's a bit weird talking about sex with you. I'm so much older than you it just doesn't seem right to me." I said.

"Why do you always say that! You're not 'so much older that me' Jack. Nine years between us is just about perfect for me."

"Yeah it's okay for being friends I guess, but that's about it I suppose."

"No way Jack...Lots of folks are 10 or more years older than their partner, I don't see why it's a big deal to tell the truth." Keaton mumbled.

"People closer in age have more in common usually, and that makes getting along a lot easier. Plus lots of folks stare at couples with many years difference in their ages."

"Well it's getting late Jack. I should get to bed, it's good talking to you, sometimes I miss you so much it hurts, my chest gets tight and I have trouble breathing. I'll let you go now, talk to you soon...I miss you Jack."

Aww fuck! Just when I'm getting used to him not being here, he drops that bomb on me. He misses me! Big Fucking Deal! What's he think I've done every minute of every night that I sit here alone, staring at the phone, trying to make him call me. How I sit here and fight the urge to drive to his place and get down on my knees and tell him how much I love him and want him home with me. I'd do it too if I weren't afraid it chasing him away. I'm too scared to tell him, he could end up hating the fag that took him in. There's nothing for me to do but sit here and hope he wants to come home this coming weekend.

I woke up this morning and suddenly realized it was the last week of April. I had to start tilling the fields so that I could sow the wheat and corn fields, make a garden patch and clean out the fence rows. I started out close to the main highway where the wheat would be sown. This time every year I take a week's vacation from work and get the fields ready to plant. 

When I got to the field I saw that a dead tree had fallen during the Ice Storm and I hooked a chain around it and pulled it out of the way. I hooked the chain around the root stump and accelerated slowly, when the chain went taut, the tractor started digging trenches with its rear wheels. 

I cranked up the RPM and with my on the break to make it smoother, not jerking; then my foot slipped off the brake when I turned to look back at the stump. The tractor surged forward, the chain snapped taut and the front of the tractor reared up like a horse and fell backwards throwing me to the ground behind and the tractor fell on top of me.

Immediately I knew I was in big trouble, I was hurt badly, mostly at my chest, I was having trouble breathing and my right arm was twisted and under my back. I could see fuel leaking but it was diesel and I wasn't too afraid of it catching fire. It took me a few moments to get my head thinking clearly, but finally I remembered my cell phone and called my neighbor just down the road, no answer. It was getting harder to breathe; I called my boss.

"Harry, help me, I'm hurt bad, at the farm just off highway to the right, hurry, call 911, I need help, quick!" I managed to get out between gasps for air.

I guess I blacked out, I woke in the hospital ICU. The first person they let in to see me was Harry, my boss. He told me what had happened and I began to remember, he also told me that I have four ribs broken, a collapsed lung, a broken collarbone, a compound fracture of my right arm, a dislocated shoulder and I'm likely to be concussed too. If I hadn't had the cell phone with me I'd be dead by now. It would have been several days before anyone missed me and I would have bled to death in that field in an hour or less. 

"Jack, I've called Keaton, he's going to take care of the farm, feeding the stock and Bear too. I took your keys from your bag of belongings here and Keaton had his roommate drive him out to the farm. I told him it would be okay to uses your truck to get back and forth between his job and the farm. He's here in the waiting area, but he's really torn up about your accident. I told him to wait until he's calmed down a bit before seeing you. Uh, Jack, listen, Keaton's a good young man, don't you push him away. For some reason he really cares about your ornery, sorry, old ass."

Harry was holding my hand all the while he talked. I knew Keaton wasn't the only one who cared about me, Harry and I have worked together for nearly 8 years now. I know I can count on him, he saved my life this time. I could tell that he knows how I feel about Keaton, too, he was letting me know it's okay with him. I silently mouthed "thank you" to him and squeezed the hand that was holding mine. The ICU nurse signaled him it was time to leave and I drifted off again. Back into la-la land, I had the Ice Storm dream again, the one where Keaton and I are partners and lovers. I never want that dream to end. Each time I would wake the nurse would check my vitals, call in the doctor and then stick a needle into the IV and I was off to la-la land again.

I learned later that when Harry first told Keaton the extent of my injuries and that I was in critical condition that Keaton broke down. Harry managed to get him outside and into his truck to keep from disturbing the entire ICU. Harry said the kid was bawling like a baby, that it was all his fault, he should have been there helping you, that he wished he'd never left the farm, that everything he had ever wanted was all right there on those 85 acres. He told Harry how I saved his life that day I carried him to my truck and then to this same hospital, how I waited for him, then came back the next day and when he told me he had nowhere to go, I just took him home with me.

He told Harry that there were things he had to tell me, before it was too late. He asked Harry to let him go in alone the next time they let visitors in. Harry told the ICU nurses that Keaton was Jack's younger half-brother, and his only living kin, so that they would let him in to see me.

For once I woke early and before the 15 minute visitation time was to start, I saw Keaton coming through the glass doors. He really looked bad, I guesses he hadn't been asleep much, his eyes were rimmed in red, he was getting too thin. He came up to my bed, head down I could barely hear him say hello.

"Jack I've only got a few minutes and I have to tell you something before it's too late. I know you're in a bad way. First, my father disowned me because I'm gay, he found my porno mags and flipped out. So now you know, I'm gay Jack, a faggot, a queer. You'll probably hate me but I have to tell you how much you've meant to me. You've never asked one question about it. You've cared for me and taken care of all my needs when even my own family threw me away. The time with you was the best I've ever known, I shouldn't have left you and the farm, I was so happy there with you. 

It's my fault you're hurt, this wouldn't have happened if there had been two of us in that field. I'm so sorry I wasn't there.

Jack, the real thing I need to say is that I love you Jack. I mean I do love you, you've been so kind, but it's more than that. I'm in love with you, too. You're the best man I've ever known, and for me, if things were perfect, you and I would be together, partners and lovers. Remember I'm a pervert and that's why I say these things, I just want you to know how I feel about you. I don't expect any sort of response, I just need to tell you that I love you, Jack. That's what I was gonna talk to you about when I repaid what you spent on me. To let you know that it was my choice, I want you, not out of pity, not because you've been so good to me, I want you because I really do love you. 

I would want you to be my life partner, my lover and friend it things were different. There I've told it all, now you know. I love you Jack Brown."

At first it was disbelief, I had to be dreaming, but he was holding my hand, he;s really here. Then a wave of euphoria swept over me, my dream was coming true, he wants me like I want him!

"Keaton,the accident, it's not your fault. I had mud on the bottom of my boots and my foot slipped. That would have happened even if you were there. It's okay.

Now listen carefully to me, come closer, Keaton, I love you, you're my friend but that isn't the way I want to love you. Keaton, I'm gay too! A pervert like you said. I want you to be with me, to live together, we'll work the farm together, we'll sleep in the same be and make love together, that's the way I want to love you. You're my guy Keaton, the one, the one guy I've always dreamed of."

He collapsed in sobs onto the side of my bed. I placed my hand on his head and tried to console him, to make him know it's all right. When he looked up to me with tears flooding his cheeks he just said.

"Really? You really mean it?"

"Yes! I've never meant anything more than I mean this Keaton Cannon. I LOVE YOU! We'll be together, I want you to come home, Bear and I miss you terribly. Look at me Keaton, will you come back home where you belong. You can drive my Dad's old pickup truck and go where ever you want but just come home to me and be in our bed at night. Please say you will."

"But, Jack! I, uh, YES! YES! I'll be there when you get out of here, oh migosh! I can't believe this, you're like me? You really want to be with me, really! Oh wow!"

Keaton held my hand to his cheek and smiled at me through the tears running down his cheeks. 

"You're everything I've ever wanted Jack, you're perfect for me. It's hard to believe that you want me like I want you. I can hardly wait to get you back home and well again, we're gonna have us some fun Jack."

My cock was stirring, not getting erect but plumping up a bit; finally telling him how I feel about him got me going. It twitched a bit more and Keaton's eyes got big. He had a questioning look, puzzled, not sure what was happening under the sheet but then looked back to my swelling cock.

"See what you do to me Keaton? Laying here my body all broken and having you by my side gets me hard. You bet we're gonna have us some fun. Quick kiss me before they make you leave."

He stood up, still holding my hand, glanced to the nurse's station, bent down kissed me on the lips, our mouths open but no tongues this time. He smiled the biggest smile I'd ever seen from him.

"You concentrate on getting your body healed up Jack, I've got so much love for you stored up we may not get out of bed for a month. I gotta go, here comes Nurse Ratchet! I Love you, John Brown."

It took a little over a month before the doctors released me to go home for rehab and recuperation. Because of the rough road from the highway to the house, I went home in an ambulance, laying down. There would have been to much bouncing about if I had been in a sitting position. 

Keaton and Bear were standing at the front door when the attendants wheeled the gurney to the door. Keaton had bear on a lead to keep him from jumping up on the gurney with me. Once I was inside, Keaton had a place made up for me on the sofa. This old house never looked so good, I came so close to never being in it again. 

Even worse, I came close to never knowing the love that Keaton and I will share. After the EMT's left, Keaton was on his knees beside the couch and holding on to me, hugging me gently, kissing me face, my eyes, my lips. Bear sat beside him, patiently waiting his turn to welcome me home.

When he raised up to look at me I said.

"Keaton, sometimes I feel like it was me that was rescued that day at the underpass. Having you here, us working the farm together, living here in the house together; has been the happiest time of my adult life. You've made me realize what my life can be. You don't have to say anything, I just want you to know how much your being here means to me."

Keaton knealt there, still holding my hand he bent over and kissed my lips again gently, his lips pressed harder against me, his tongue moved across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to him and a deep shudder ran through my entire body when his tongue probed my mouth, sometime, a lifetime or so later it seemed, Keaton pulled away and lay his head against my chest. He sighed and said in a quiet voice.

"I've wanted to do that since the night you brought me home. I want you Jack, you're just right for me, I think you're just perfect. I really want to be your partner, you and me together, and I desperately want us to make love, when you are well enough. Watching you hide your erections behind the furniture and running up to your room to relieve yourself has made me crazy at times. Now it's my turn to be the one that satisfies your needs. I love you Jack Brown and I know you love me."

I was so stunned from his kiss, I couldn't speak. I just pulled him to me and hugged him as tightly as I could manage. I was almost in tears, I've never really believed that I would ever find a soulmate, and for it to be Keaton makes it all the more fantastic and wonderful. Finally, someone who loves me, someone that I'll give my life to, my very own man to love and be loved by.

I was restless, I tried to get up but Keaton had to help me stand. I was so tired of being an invalid. It was expected at the hospital, but here in my home, in front of Keaton! No! I never want him to think of me that way. I made my way into the kitchen and stood looking out at the farm.

It's time to plant that garden and look at me, barely able to get off the sofa. I'll hire a couple of hands soon. Keaton came to stand beside me.

"Once the garden is tilled I can do the planting after work, you just draw up a plan where you want each vegetable to go and I'll plant it for us."

I felt Keaton's arms go around my waist and hug me to him, I couldn't stop the tears welling up in my eyes. Then, I lost what little composure I had, the tears streamed down my cheeks. I hung my head, ashamed to let him see me cry. Keaton turned me around to face him, my head still hung down, I couldn't look him in the eyes just yet. When he hugged me to him and kissed my neck, just below my ear my whole body shivered and shook with my sobs. I wrapped my arms around him and cried like a baby.

Once the sobbing had stopped, Keaton lifted my chin and stared into my eyes for what seemed an eternity but was really only a few moments. He laid his head on my chest, holding me close.

"Please let me love you Jack, we need each other."

"You're sure Keaton?"

"I'm sure that Jack Brown is the best human I've ever met. I'm sure that these few months with him have given me hope and a reason to live, when it seemed I'd lost everything. I'm sure that Jack Brown loves me, I'm sure he would sacrifice himself to help me. I'm sure that I've fallen so very much in love with him, just being near him lifts me up, he makes me feel like I can do anything in the world. I'm sure too, that I need him much more than he needs me. Please Jack, let me love you."




Ice Storm



I couldn't speak, an unbearable ache lodged in my throat preventing me from making a sound. With my body trembling, I hugged him to me, we stood there silent until I could finally speak again.

"Yes, we'll love each other Keaton."

Time passed by so slowly, but eventually, I was getting stronger, it takes me almost five minutes to walk to the barn that's only 50 yards away. I wait until Keaton leaves for work, then I go to the barn and spend an hour or two, brushing, grooming and talking to Big Red. I put him out in the near paddock and watch him buck and kick and run about like a colt for a while. Then when he settles down to graze I head back to the house.

I spoke to my Doctor and got the okay to have sexual intercourse, IF I would be cautious and take it slow and easy. I grinned when he said that; slow and easy sex with Keaton will be heaven on earth to me. 

When Keaton got home from work, I had a pot of soup on the stove. He commented that he smelled the soup before he got to the door. Going to put away his jacket he stopped as he passed the couch, noticing that all the bedding was put away and the house wasn't like a sick room anymore. He looked back over his shoulder to me and raised an eyebrow.

"Dr. Mattson gave me the okay to resume light physical activity today."

Keaton turned and dropped his jacket in a chair and took my hand.

"In that case Mr. Brown, you come with me. I've just the right 'light physical activity' in mind that is long, long overdue. Come Jack, lets make love."

Once upstairs in our room, Keaton began undressing me. When he pulled away my tee shirt he lay his face against my chest.

'I love all that chest hair Jack. It makes me know I'm with a real man, I never have wanted to be with boys, it's always been a man that interests me."

We lay on our sides, naked, holding ourselves together for the first time. Keaton's kisses seemed to devour me, he couldn't get enough. His roaming hands finally made their way to my groin and he took my drooling cock in his hand. His eyes got big and he moved to look down at my cock.

"Oh my...looks like Jack's been keeping a BIG secret. Oh baby, I love your big fat cock."

Before I could reply he slipped down and looked up to me as he took all of me into his mouth and throat. I thought I was going to blow my load then. I think he sensed that I was close to orgasm and he eased off.

"I love you, Keaton. That afternoon at the Emergency Room, when you came walking up to me when they released you. I fell for you right then. Since that time you've pitched in and done everything you could think of to help out around here. You've impressed me in everything you do. I'll be yours for as long as you want me."

Keaton leaned back and looked at me.

"I'll settle for about 50 years to start, with an option for more when the first 50 runs out. I want you Jack, now kiss me. Show me how you love me."

Everything I thought I knew about being in love flew out the window with the kiss that followed. The love and passion that claimed my body was the most exhilarating feeling of my life. When Keaton's hand clasped my throbbing cock again, something in him snapped. He was wild, his lips and tongue covering every inch of my body he could reach. He licked and kissed his way down my torso, spreading my legs and put his face and tongue to work at my groin, where my legs met my pelvic region. I heard him taking in deep breaths and moaning as he let the breath escape.

The memory of the moment when our bare flesh first touched will go with me to my grave. I never knew that love could make such a difference in the most mundane everyday events. I almost blew my load just holding him against me. Keaton knelt and helped me step out of the wadded pants and undershorts around my ankles, still on his knees, he wrapped his arms around my butt and lay his beautiful face against my abdomen, My hardening cock rose up under his chin. He looked up to my eyes and took my cock in his hand, slowly moving it back and forth. Seeing the clear pearl at my slit, his tongue darted out and licked it clean, making me moan out loud. He looked up to me again, opened his mouth and took all of my hard cock into his mouth and throat. 

The sight of him looking at me with his mouth stuffed with my cock came close to sending me over the edge again. I pulled back, my cock slipping from his mouth with a loud slurp. I pulled him to his feet and we lay on the bed.

With him on his back, I lay on my side, my leg pulled up across his legs with my knee nestled up against his testicles. My hand roamed his chest, tweaking at the little brown nubs of his nipples. I leaned close and let my tongue trace down his treasure trail of fine, almost invisible hair. His body wasn't ripped from gym workouts but toned, smooth and muscled from honest hard work. I remembered him saying that he had worked on his Grandfather's farm every summer from the time he was nine years old. I raised up and looked at him lying there, my Keaton is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I fought the tears brimming again, 'get a grip Jack stop sobbing like a little girl' I thought to myself.

My hand moved downward just below his navel and bumped into the head of his throbbing, leaking penis. Our time of foreplay was gone. I took his cock and sucked him deep into my throat in one gulp. No gagging, no trying to go deeper. I had all of him inside me in one swift plunge. This is my Keaton, my man, my love. He let out a moan from deep inside himself when I ground my face hard against his pelvic bone, my throat muscles rhythmically working up and down his shaft. My free hand circled his testicles up high, near the base of his cock and pulled down hard stretching the cords inside. Keaton roared loudly.

"YES! OHMIGOD YES! Harder JACK! Stretch my nut sac, pull harder, ohmigod JACK! OH JACK!. YES! YES!"

I felt that old familiar tickle in my own testicles, I knew my ejaculation was just moments away. I crouched on my knees beside him and gobbled up his delicious cock, it filled my mouth. Keaton thrashed about the bed furiously, he was as close as me, we were going to reach our orgasm together. 

"OH FUCK YEAH! JACK! JACK! SUCK ME. TAKE ME, LOVE ME, JACK!

One moment I'm sucking him and the next his semen is dripping from my chin, I can't swallow it fast enough. As he winds down from his orgasm I begin licking up the spilled semen on his legs and crotch. Exhausted we lay there gasping for breath, in a few moments, Keaton tugged me up and we embraced and kissed briefly. We were still gasping for air. I rolled to my back and Keaton moved and lay his head on my chest with an arm across my body, a leg across mine, I pulled the sheet and blanket up and covered us as we began to drift off to sleep. I heard him whisper...

"I love you Jack, always and forever. You are mine...at last."

I don't know how long we slept, I dreamed that Keaton was making love to me, his hands caressing my body, his lips kissing everywhere he hands had touched. The wetness of his mouth on my cock woke me, this isn't a dream. Seeing Keaton's beautiful face distorted with my hard cock filling his mouth again triggered my release, my orgasm filled him to overflowing. My mind and body were both wracked with unbelievable pleasure as Keaton suckled my cock until I was completely emptied. 

Sliding back up to me he kissed me so tenderly I felt the tears welling up yet again. I now knew for certain that against all odds, somehow, someway this fantastic young man wants me. I would never have to sleep alone again. 

I slept until six the next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and I went looking for Keaton. He was bent over with his head in the fridge getting the makings of our breakfast. When he stood and saw me standing there in just my boxer shorts he gave me the brightest smile I've ever seen. I opened my arms, he sat the food on the counter and stepped into my embrace. After a tight hug he looked up and said. 

"Good morning lover," 

My body to tremble as I saw the love in his eyes. Quickly he raised on tiptoes and claimed my lips with his. A long, sensuous, cock hardening kiss that made me want to take him back to our bed. He pulled away smiling, then leaned back in for a quick little peck on my lips. Looking to my eyes again he said. 

"Last night was the best night of my life Jack. You make me whole, I fear I need you like I need air to breathe. I want you to take me back to bed but I know we have things to do. The cattle, Red, the Chicks all need our attention. Get your shower while I fix our breakfast."

When I reached for him again he ducked under my arms and came up behind me. He quickly kissed me just below my ear and sent me off to shower. Once I was finished and dressed he came and told me to watch the ham and omelets while he showered and dressed. Breakfast took longer than usual, we each sat and stared lovingly at the other for long, silent intervals, our feet and legs touching beneath the table. At last when we finished and cleaned up the dishes we got out our coats to go to the barn.

Outside, about halfway to the barn I stopped, threw back the hood on my coat, spread my arms wide and yelled out to the top of my lungs.

"I'M IN LOVE WITH KEATON CANNON, I'M IN LOVE!"

At first he was surprised then he laughed happily and did his own shout to the world.

"I'M IN LOVE WITH JACK BROWN AND HE LOVES ME!"

The steam vapor streaming from his mouth into the frigid air as he shouted, somehow made his statement louder and more profound to me. My heart swelled with my love for him, again. Bear was running and jumping up to us, sharing in our joy. We managed to get to the barn and this time I followed him up into the loft. 

He turned as I was stepping off the top step and leaped into my arms, his legs locking around my waist as I held him to me and surrendered to his kisses. Never breaking our lips apart from the other we fell into the bedding straw still locked together. For just a few moments after ending our kiss, we lay there holding each other, no words were spoken, but volumes were understood as we looked into each others soul. 

I was a bit dumbstruck, as I understood how wonderfully lucky we were. In time we rose and took care of our charges below, sending the hay down the chutes, then clamoring down the steps to feed and water Red. Outside again, Keaton took off at a run to the chicken coops as I watched and marveled at my fantastic luck, and a happiness I never knew could exist.

From that day on, quitting time at work brought a new joy to my life. I drove to pick Keaton up at his job and we rushed back to the farm. We soon established a new routine, as soon as we were in the house we kissed and hugged for quite a while before we headed out to the livestock. This day, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of Pot Roast cooking in the crock pot with potatoes, carrots, onions and a delicious gravy. Back from the barn we headed for the shower and took our time there, comfortable now with each other's bodies, so much so that we often had our first orgasm of the day there in the shower.

The fifth night we slept together Keaton surprised me as we lay in bed. He rose and straddled my hips and leaned over to kiss me then said.

"Tonight I want you inside me, you're going to fuck me Jack."

"I've never done that Keaton, but I'll do whatever you ask. Just tell me what you want."

He jumped off the bed and reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a tube, I later learned was an anal lubricant. Following his instructions I lubed up my hand and his anus and began to stretch him out to accommodate me. The moment my fingers entered his body I was hooked.

The heat inside him felt so good and I could plainly see that Keaton enjoyed what I was doing. As I lubricated him I watched his face, he clearly like my fingers up inside him. His hard cock leaked a steady stream of clear nectar; with my free hand I pulled his cock away from his body, looking up his eyes were closed as I probed inside him with three fingers now. I really had no idea how this could possibly give him pleasure, but he liked what I was doing so I got creative and began to turn my hands and stroke different places inside him. One of my fingers stroked against a hard rounded place and Keaton screamed out.

"OHMIGOD...YES JACK YES...do that again." 

Keaton was panting his butt wiggling like mad on four fingers and part of my hand. I pulled his cock up and plunged it deeply into my throat bringing another roar out of Keaton.

"Oh Jack...now babe, now...put your fat cock inside me babe, please Jack, fuck me now, fuck me hard babe. Do me! Show me how much you love me, kiss me Jack. OH jeezus you feel so good inside me!

Keaton squirted a huge glob of lube into his hand and grabbed my bobbing cock, slicking me up good. He told me to knee walk up between his legs which were spread wide apart, I held his ankles in my hands. Keaton positioned my cock at his anus and told me to push in steadily, he pushed down and suddenly my corona was inside him. I gasped out loud, I wasn't prepared for the feelings assailing the head of my cock. He put his hands against my thighs to keep me still while he got himself accustomed to my cock inside him. We kissed long and deeply, our tongues stroking every part of our mouths and teeth. 

Somewhere in mid-kiss, Keaton began pulling on the backs of my legs, pulling me deeper inside him. I held my breath fearing that breathing would ruin this exquisite moment. His heat intensified as my cock traveled deeper into him. When I had all of my cock deep inside him he sighed loudly.

"Oh Jack! You fill me up babe, so good, I've dreamed of you doing this many, many times."

We kissed again, Keaton arched his pelvis and ground hard against my cock deep in his guts, automatically I pushed back against him; at that moment I knew that this was the best feeling I have ever experienced. I pulled back and slid in faster, when Keaton moaned as my cock plunged deep, I found my rhythm and began to fuck my Keaton, my love. 

In a very few strokes all our tender loving kisses and gentle foreplay was gone. We transformed from sweet and tender lovers to two men in rut. I plunged in and out of him as fast as my hips could move, Keaton pushed up and slammed his pelvis against my cock as I hit the deepest penetration.

Sweat poured off my body as I kept plunging deep, we both grunted each time we ground together. I saw Keaton's eyes roll back and he became a wild man, his hips took over and he fucked my cock inside him. 

I didn't realize it was happening but one minute I was pounding my cock into him and the next I was on my back with Keaton straddling my hips. I looked at his handsome face and he was off in another world. His hips never missed a beat. When I saw him grab his cock and start jerking it I knew it couldn't be much longer, I had felt the first twinges deep in my testicles as my semen started its journey.

"Cum Jack, cum now, we're gonna blow baby, fuck me hard Jack, fuck me baby. fuck me, fuck me, OH MY GOD. Oh yes!"

I felt my semen begin its headlong rush to spray the walls of Keaton's rectum. He shouted that it was time. 

"Jack! You're making me cum, JACK! OHGOD! CUM WITH ME! OHMIGOD JACK! OH JACK, MY JACK! Oh baby, JACK, Jack, Jack, my Jack, mine, kiss me baby, oh Jack. oh man, I love you Babe!"

Keaton pulled my face to his with his hands and stuck his tongue down into my throat, it couldn't last we had to have air. When we broke the kiss he clutched me to him.

"Never leave me, you're mine, never leave you, my Jack, my love! MINE!" 

Sweat and tears streamed down my cheeks again, This had been the most profound moment of my life. Nothing could have prepared me for the emotions that filled my mind and body. I had just found out what 'love' feels like. I couldn't get our bodies close enough together. I wanted to crawl inside him, to love him like he had loved me. There were no doubts now, there was no pity in that act. Keaton had shown me what love between two men can be. Ecstasy is the only word that even comes close to to what I felt. 

Still gasping for air, we laid back, me on my back cradling Keaton's beautiful face on my shoulder with his body glued tightly to my side. One of his hands cradled my softening cock. His lips made soft little kisses on my neck while he whispered his love for me in my ear. By the time our breathing was back to its normal rate we were soundly sleeping.

I dreamed we could fly! Keaton and Me, flying through the air with arms outstretched, floating, diving then soaring up to meet and kiss high in the air.

I woke a good bit fore Keaton, we had shifted a bit in our sleep and I lay there still holding him but now I could see his handsome face as he slept on my chest. Looking down at him sleeping contentedly, I said a silent prayer that he would always be in my life and in my heart. In a few moments Keaton stirred and began to waken. Slowly he opened his eyes and seeing me looking at him a big smile brightened his face.

"Mmm...morning lover. You were a tiger last night babe. I've never felt so loved, ever. You're the best babe."

He leaned over and lightly pecked my lips, and hugged me again.

"Gotta pee babe, let's get up and I'll fix you your favorite breakfast with all the trimmings, I'm starving! I could eat a horse this morning."

His hand moved down and circled my soft cock.

"Or maybe I'll just get my protein here."

My cock started plumping up. 

"Not yet, Babe, we have to eat and do our chores."

We rose from bed and as I passed the mirror in my room I saw the huge smile on my face. I can't ever remember a happiness like I feel this moment.

Keaton had done his business and brushed his teeth when he came out of the bath.

"Your turn babe."

When I entered the kitchen Keaton stopped what he was doing and came to me and put his arms around my neck and gave me a toe curling kiss that made me want top drag him back to our bed. Before he was through I was sitting on the edge of the table, to keep from falling, and we were still bathing each others tonsils. I spread my legs and pulled Keaton up against me, his hardening cock began pressing against me. I lowered my hands and pulled his hips hard against me; he gave me a devilish look and ground his cock against me.

"You feel that Jack? Tonight's your turn, my hard cock is gonna fuck you tonight. I gave myself to you last night, you give yourself to me tonight. I can hardly believe we're standing here like this. My heart is so full of you, I ache all over. I love you more than I ever imagined possible."

I ran the tip of my tongue up his neck and nibbled his ear lobe before putting my tongue in his ear. Goose-flesh ran over his body, his breathing quickened and he molded himself tighter against me. His body began to writhe and undulate rubbing against me. Finally he gained control and stepped back, his eyes wide and a look of surprise on his face.

"Whoa! I gotta cook Jack...down boy...down." He said laughing. We gotta get some food in us so we can do all this again tonight."

Whisking a bowl of eggs for scrambling he leaned over and nipped at my earlobe and tongued my ear. When reached for him he skittered away out of reach.

"Food first lover. Then we'll see."

I looked over at him thinking, yeah, I could just about eat him up. No one has ever affected me like Keaton has. In many ways it's like I only started living nine weeks ago when I carried his near frozen body to my truck. It has to be fate, me pulling over at the same place he sought shelter, me catching the slightest movement as he crouched trying to keep warm. He would have died there that night if I hadn't been there, I know that he wouldn't have lasted more than a couple of hours in his condition. It's ironic the way things turn out sometimes, my saving Keaton turned into him saving me. For the first time in many years life was good for me. I've never been this happy in all my life...and this is only the beginning of us together.




Ice Storm



It was getting on up into the morning and I was glad for a Saturday with Keaton. Looking over at him standing at the stove in his form fitting knit boxers and tee made my cock stir in my shorts. Keaton was taking the biscuits from the oven and I got the plates, silverware and coffee cups to the table, a couple of paper towels as our napkins, then stood and watched his backside as he finished cooking. Desire for him rose up again, thinking back to last night my cock strained against my shorts, I walked up behind him as he was stirring the eggs in the skillet, letting my hard cock rub against his butt. Chuckling under his breath he pushed back against me, then leaned his body back to my chest and stomach. He turned his head as far as he could and I bent to kiss his lips. He sat the skillet of eggs aside and turned, put his arms around my neck and we kissed like it would be our last. When we broke the kiss, he looked up and I let my forehead rest against his.

"I'm so happy Keaton. I realize now that at last I'm whole. You fill the void, that empty space that I feared would never be filled. I'll always love you and I'll never let you go,"

He moved and looked up to me. "We gotta eat if we wanna get back to bed and play, Jack. I'm just as happy and blown away by 'us' as you are. I've dreamed of us being like this back when I first came here. We are so perfect together, in and out of bed."

We filled our plates from the stove and moved to the table. We sat side by side at the table, our bodies touching from our hips to our calves and we ate. We both went back for seconds and finally with the dishes loaded into the dishwasher we got dressed to go to the barn. Even passion has to take a back seat to life on a farm. Things have to be done, regardless of the weather, or the sexual needs of two horny men, even if our cocks made us think the time could be better spent in bed.

With the warmer weather, Big Red has been spending his days in the paddock but I've kept his horse blanket buckled on him outside. When he hears the barn lot gate open he heads to the paddock gate and waits patiently until I've made sure his stall floor is clean and fresh straw strewn about for him. Most horses sleep standing up but old Red is a lazy bugger and loves to stretch out on his side.

Keaton opened the doors and let had the cows out of their sheds to spend their day grazing, then he moved on to the chicken coop while I had Red in the barn hall cross ties brushing him down with the Curry Comb. Red kept nuzzling at my shirt, knowing that I'd have a sugar cube or two to give him when I was finished. I gave him his sugar fix and rubbed his ears then tickled his nose a bit, a little parting ritual I always do with him. I led him out to the paddock and when I unsnapped the lead the took off running and bucking, throwing his heels high and neighing his thanks for letting him run.

I switched off the lights and closed the big door and headed back to the house, I saw that Keaton had finished with the chickens and was already back inside. He had our provisions list and the empty kerosene containers and we headed out. Saturday morning meant a trip into town for provisions for the livestock and food for us. We got everything on our list and I drove straight to the barn lot to unload the feed. I stopped and put the Poultry Feed in the chicken coop. Keaton ran ahead to the house saying he had to 'go' in a hurry. I laughed and told him to go, 

"I'll finish up".

Back at the house I started laughing again. It wasn't his need to use the bathroom for what I thought...starting in the kitchen he left a trail of his clothes he was shedding as he made his way up to our bed, leaving a trail for me to follow. First were his shoes a few feet apart, next were the socks, then his flannel shirt on the banister newel post, his belt was about halfway up the steps, his jeans on the upstairs newel post, his knit boxers at the bedroom door and inside on the bed, sitting propped up by pillows, sat the now naked man of my dreams.

The look on his face made me know he means business, his intentions were to initiate me into the joys(?) of anal sex as a bottom, last night I was the top, today would be my first time to even try bottom. I was a bit apprehensive, feeling certain that there would be a good bit of pain. Then I remembered how much Keaton had enjoyed last night and I knew he only wants me to feel like I made him feel last night. I opened my phone and snapped a picture of him sitting naked on my...uh...our bed. Putting the phone down I started unbuttoning my shirt. Keaton leaped from the bed.

"No! Wait. let me undress my prize."

He kissed me while his fingers undid the buttons on my shirt. Quickly he moved to the top button on my worn and faded jeans. Once the button was undone a light tug popped the fly buttons open and he reached his hand inside my tightie whities and pulled out his prize. I jumped a bit as his cold hand wrapped around my warm and rapidly thickening cock. He was greeted by a steady flow of the clear pre cum. Stroking my cock he looked up to me.

"You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen Jack, so long and fat, with a perfect helmet; just right for filling my mouth and throat and other places as well." 

With that said he took my cock into his mouth to the hilt, my knees buckled and I fell onto the bed. He rose and tugged my jeans and underwear off my butt and legs in one smooth motion. He stretched out atop me and we kissed and held each other for a few moments. Keaton pulled me up and into the bathroom and instructed me on cleaning myself out and went back to the bedroom. When I was sure that I was ready, I went to him. Keaton has stripped the bedding back and had extra pillows there to put under my butt while he made love to me. 

Once I was on the bed Keaton took charge and I gladly did his bidding. From the time I saw him sitting on the bed his cock had been standing tall, leaking and dripping his clear sweet nectar in anticipation of what was to come. We lay together, kissing and fondling each other until he couldn't hold off any longer. With the Ultra Glide lube he worked a finger inside me. 

I was surprised, I was expecting the same sort of pain as when the doctor gave me a prostate exam, but the entry was smooth and pain free. While as his fingers loosened me up, the other hand was tweaking and pinching my nipples making me moan and cry out.

I was amazed to find myself pushing down and squirming around as Keaton's three fingers moved in and out of my anus, it was already feeling good with two fingers, and I began to babble a bit with four fingers and part of his hand moved in and out of me. When he finally stroked across my prostate I nearly came off the bed. In just a matter of minutes I was telling Keaton to do it, I wanted him in me. He applied more Ultra Glide to my butt and his cock. 

I spread my legs as wide as I could and watched as my beautiful Keaton placed the tip of his throbbing cock at my entrance. He leaned down to kiss me and he told me he would stop as soon as the head of his cock was in me to let me get accustomed to having him in me. He took both hands and held my face while he kissed me, I guided his cock and in mid kiss his cock head popped in me.

My eyes went wide and a silent scream filled my brain. 

I managed to stifle my voice and just groaned loudly. He was right though, in just a few moments the shock of the initial pain was replaced by a feeling of fullness. Keaton began a gently rocking motion that soon had him inching his way inside me. Then as he was kissing me again, I pulled on his legs, I was ready for more of his cock in me. His rocking motion developed into the rhythm of fucking and the fullness I felt was amazing. I already knew I liked having him inside me, I wanted all of him.

When I asked for more he rocked a bit deeper, it wasn't enough. I locked my ankles behind him and on the next down thrust I pulled him all the way inside me.

"OHMIGOD! JEEZUS I'M SO FULL. Oh Babe, do it..do me now...you feel so good...fuck me Keaton, please, more, faster, do it. aawwwggghhh! Yes...oh baby...oh...oh...unnngh. Harder, faster...ohmigod...I never knew...KEATON...I LOVE YOU! LOVE YOU...Awww FUCK IT, YES...unnnghh"

Keaton settled into his rhythm stroking deep, up fast plunge deep. This was feeling to good to be true, I couldn't imagine anything feeling any better. Then when I met his deep stroke by pushing up hard and grinding my butt on his hard cock I found my nirvana. I bucked and twisted against his throbbing cock fucking his cock with my butt, churning and thrusting against his hardness, I watched as Keaton's face twisted and grimaced as he worked hard to please me, to please us. 

Jeez...every touch, every thrust he made pleased me. I was completely awed and amazed that anal intercourse could be so erotic, sensual, sexual or pleasant...no pleasant is too weak an adjective, it's more like stupendous or fantastic. The descriptive words are irrelevant, his cock touched off feelings and emotions I've never before experienced. I love getting fucked by Keaton!

He slowed a bit, catching his breath; I imagined he needed a short rest before he brought us both to our orgasm. I fear that he's made me a cock slut. I can't imagine ever not wanting this. Taking advantage of his slower movements I began rotating my hips as he ground hard into me. Ohmigod! How good he makes me feel, I never want to stop, just let me cum and let him keep plowing my butt until we cum again and again.

"Oh Keaton, Oh baby...make me cum baby...make me cum with your hard cock...AWWW SHIT...That's it Babe, fuck it hard...awww man...Oh...Oh...yeah, it's starting Keaton...it's starting...OH MY GOD!! NOW!! NOW! OH KEATON, KEATON...I'M GONNA SHOOT...NOW...YES...UUUNNNNGGGHHH!! KEATON, OOOHHH YES! AAWWRRGGHH! KEATON! LOVE YOU. LOVE YOU OOH,

OH KEATON! SO GOOD, OH, oh, oh, all mine. Your mine, love you.! Mmm."

We lay lifeless, Keaton on my chest, his cock still deep inside me and still hard as before. With every little movement I made, I felt his hard cock move inside me. I never knew pleasure so complete existed. I only hoped that we would do this again...soon! We slept.

All too soon the weekend was gone and we were on our way to work on a cold Monday morning. I stopped at his office and he reached over and squeezed my hand.

"Love you babe." He said as he left the truck and went into his office. I drove on to my job almost giddy with happiness, these two months since the tractor accident, have been the happiest times of my life. Being with Keaton has changed my life

We've settled into our new life as lovers, partners and of course part time farmers. As summer started turning to fall, Keaton told me he wanted to start back to college to get his Computer Science degree. He told me he'd take night and weekend classes and with the credit he already had, it shouldn't take more than two years to finish. I was quiet for a few moments then I spoke up.

"That's wonderful that you want to get your degree babe. but let's talk about it first, okay?"

"What? You think I shouldn't?"

"No, no I'm all for it, look Keaton, you agree that we're a couple, committed to each other and we share in everything, right?"

"Yes, always" He said.

"Then if you truly mean that, you'll need to quit your job and go to school full time to finish in a year or so. We have the money, both yours and mine. It's ours Keaton, we share, remember. You go and get that degree and we'll be home together at night."

He started to protest.

"But Jack."

"We share Keaton, we're a team, you and I. You help me, I help you. That's it, you'll take our money and get that degree. There'll be no arguments, you're not a single guy anymore. What we do, we do together." 

He couldn't come up with anything that sounded even halfway like a good rebuttal, finally he smiled a sheepish grin and hugged me.

"How did I ever get so lucky for you to find me that day of the storm? You're right there's only 'ours' now, Jack."

Keaton enrolled at Jefferson Community & Technical College, (Jeff Co. Tech) in the Computer and Information Technology program. He's projected to get his degree in three semesters. I couldn't be prouder of Keaton. He's working hard and maintaining a 3.90 GPA, at the head of his class and should be able to write his own ticked at graduation.

After our little talk about there no longer being his and mine, only ours, I visited with a lawyer and made Keaton my legal heir to everything I own. I waited a while before I told him about it, I wanted to tell him on our first anniversary. We've decide that the beginning of us was that day in the ICU when we told each other we were in love. So May 15th became the day we celebrate our anniversary.

Keaton graduated on time and at the head of his class. He had two offers from local companies. He settled on a company specializing in Automotive IT applications. His starting salary was more than I made after 5 years with my Engineering company.

Since I had the truck, Keaton bought a Chevy Volt gas/hybrid for his 40 mile round trip commute and our leisure driving.

I'm completely healed from the tractor accident, we're working on the house, repairs, clean up, and paint. Keaton gave me a 60 inch widescreen flat panel LCD for my birthday last week. I gave him a 3 year old Pleasure Mare to ride when Big Red and I go out for a ride on the farm just because I wanted him to have her. Big Red seems happy to have her in the next stall, we're planning on them breeding when she comes in season later this summer. All in all, I don't know of a thing that would make either of us any happier. We're happy with our jobs, we're happy with the farm and our responsibilities there, but the real joy is being madly in love with a person who is madly in love with me. It's just doesn't get better than this.

The End



Ice Storm Makes for Icy Bedfellows



** The following is a true story that happened in late 2004. I wrote down this account a few weeks afterwards, partially to relive the eroticism of the experience, but also to make sure I got the incredibly unlikely and impossible circumstances that led to this encounter recorded accurately. **

I was driving across Pennsylvania on my way to my's house in late December. I was traveling a few days behind my wife and kids due to some work obligations that kept me from going with them. Y'all probably heard about the storm that shut down I-64 in Indiana/Kentucky for over 10 hours (it was on all the major news outlets.) Well, that same kind of storm hit north-central PA and caused many of the same problems. We were stuck a huge traffic jam on I-78 in ~20-degree weather for over 6 hours due to ice on the road and semis being unable to climb hills and blocking the interstate.

I'd also been roped into picking up my sister from her teaching job at a college in the vicinity of Harrisburg. She was terrified by the wintry conditions on the roads, so she was planning on getting a hotel until everything blew over. With the approaching bad weather and the fact that I was already out on the roads and passing nearby the college anyway, everyone (else) thought it would be a great idea for me to pick her up and save her husband the aggravation. Normally, I'd agree with this assessment, except for the fact that my sister-in-law and I have a tendency to piss each other off quite easily. We're both Type A personalities and don't hide our opinions one bit. However, when we manage to behave and choose our words carefully, we have a lot in common and occasionally have a good time chatting with one another. (Normally, in a story like this, I'd tell you every physical detail about my sis-in-law so y'all could picture her while you pleasure yourselves, but to be honest, I don't know how much she weighs, her breast size or anything else you don't read below.)

To start, travel just sucked that day. I traveled through rough weather most of the day, with blowing snow and 1/4-mile visibility persisting in much of the WV/MD/PA mountains. I was beat by the time I picked up my SIL at the college, but it was nice to have a short break and some company in the truck for the final couple of hours of driving. She was in a surprisingly good mood that night, so we both enjoyed some light conversation and tunes for the 1/2 hour or so.

As we were driving through a particularly rural part of NE PA, we saw a bunch of stopped traffic ahead and slowed down. We both thought aloud that it must be a fender-bender, so she called her husband to let him know that we'd be late and would call when we knew what was going on, and I did the same with my wife. This was the beginning of an unbelievable ordeal for both of us, the likes of which I'd never been through before and hope to never repeat again.

Basically, we were stopped about 3 miles past the last exit and over 3 miles from the next exit, with Jersey barriers blocking the middle and no way to turn around. Tractor trailers were unable to make it up a hill due to ice about 2.5 miles ahead of us, so the state troopers were working to get the situation remedied ASAP. My SIL and I were both pissed about this situation. I was tired from driving all day and she was a nervous wreck about the weather. We chatted and called folks on our cell phones to pass the first couple of hours until our cell batteries were getting low and we shut them off to keep some emergency reserve in case we needed to call for help later. Thank goodness I'd had the good sense (or good fortune) to fill up the gas tank about 15 minutes before we hit the backup, so we could keep the truck engine idling to provide heat for us.

I was pissed about being stuck in this situation, but I also realized that worrying or bitching about it would just make things worse. My SIL, on the other hand, bitched, fussed and worried for the first half-hour after shutting down the cell phones. I finally told her (as politely as possible) that all that worry wasn't going to do a thing to make our ordeal any better...we couldn't turn around, we couldn't go forward...all we could do was wait until the road was reopened. I went on to tell her that I had plenty of food/drinks in the truck and plenty of gas, so other than figuring out how the bathroom thing would work (if we were stuck that long), we should focus on being as upbeat as possible to make this situation go as well as possible. Well, I thought for-sure that she'd rip me a new one for patronizing her, but to my surprise, she apologized for acting that way and agreed with me about the situation.

With our newfound positive attitudes, we talked for another hour about stuff. We hadn't moved an inch in over an hour, but we were both not trying to focus on that. What we were starting to mention from time to time was our hope that we'd be going again before we had to use the restroom. We both had to go, but neither of us were critical yet. I suggested that we play '20 Questions' to pass the time, so we made a half-assed attempt at it. (I'm a trivia buff, but she wasn't very good at the game. We played for about a half-hour, but I suggested we stop because I could tell she wasn't having a good time and was feeling self-conscious about the mismatch in useless-fact knowledge.)

"So what do we do now?" she asked, frustrated.

"The only other game I can think of is Truth and Dare, but given the politics of ours, I don't want to know any of the answers to the Truth questions I can think of," I replied. This comment caught her attention and she perked up right away.

"Oh, come on! An answer like that is just begging for me to pull those questions out of you!" she teased.

I wasn't biting on her bait, as my MIL was a real tough bitch and I didn't want to know any more dirt on them than necessary, mostly because it would pull me deeper into their games and I didn't want that. "No dice...I'm serious about not wanting to share details/dirt/gossip about ours. You'll either have to come up with a Dare or another game...sorry," I said.

"Fine then...show me your dick," she said flatly.

I thought my ears had deceived me, so I looked at her and said, "What?!"

I could tell she was pissed that I wouldn't play Truth and gossip about the family, so she looked me in the eye and said, "I said that I DARE you to show me your dick. It's either that or you answer my Truth question."

"Faced with that choice, what's your question?" I shot back.

She then asked me a question about my bachelor party, involving a situation her husband (who was not yet her husband then) was involved in. I'm good friends with my BIL and we had agreed not to talk about that incident further, so I was truly fucked as to having a good out. With a thoughtful pause about my situation, I popped off my seatbelt, raised up my hips and unzipped my fly.

"I don't want to see your dick...answer my question," she said to me.

"I'm not answering that question and it won't help our situation to get pissy with you about it...I'll take the dare," I replied. I tugged my mostly-limp dick through my fly and leaned back, saying "There...happy?" 

My SIL said that she couldn't see it and told me to pull my pants down, so I pulled my pants down to my knees. "Not bad," she said, smirking, "I'd never have guessed you to be the type of guy that shaved."

I smiled back at her smart-assed comment and told her that her turn was next and that I could be just a big of a bastard and payback was a bitch. She lost her smile as I dared her to do the same and pull her pants and underwear down around her knees and leave them there for the rest of the game. She said she'd rather answer a question but I restated my position of not wanting to know any of her dirt, so she undid the waist and zipper on her slacks and pulled her pants down, leaving a surprisingly small and sexy pair of underwear in place.

"There, are you happy now?" she said uncomfortably.

"I believe I said pants AND underwear," I reminded, looking her in the eye to make the point. She grunted in annoyance as she raised her hips up and shoved the underwear down to join her pants. The lighting in truck wasn't good (being after-dark and the only light was from the dash instruments), but I could now see a prodigious brown ball of hair residing in her pubic area.

I smiled and said, "I'd have thought an image-conscious woman such as you would have trimmed the hedges a bit."

She smiled flatly and replied, "Not in the winter...and remember, we're being nice, right?"

Being her turn again, she asked me the same question as last time, but I again held firm and refused to answer it. A little more annoyed, she then dared me to make my cock hard and hold it up for her to see. I told her that I was nervous, it was cold and I didn't think I'd be able to.

She teased me back about not being able to get it up, so I said, "Fine, but I'm going to look at you down there while I do it. Can you handle that?", hoping that'd kill the dare.

To my surprise, she said, "Do whatever it takes," crossing her arms and leaning back to make the point that she wouldn't be intimidated easily.

So, having no other choice than to get pissy and end the game, I stared at her crotch and began teasing my dick to life. I was focusing on the fact that she had more volume and thickness of pubic hair then I'd ever seen in real life. My wife (and almost all of my girlfriends before) were partially or completely shaven, so this was something new for me. I had to piss like a racehorse, so I tried to use that excuse to say I couldn't do it while having to pee. (Hopefully she was naive enough to believe that lie.) She said that she didn't care...if I couldn't do the dare then I had to answer the question.

"Fine," I snapped back, reaching into the backseat of the crew-cab to get an emergency bucket we keep around for the kids. I had another idea on how to get out of this dare and told her that, if she was ordering me to pee, that would count as two dares and she'd have to pick one or give me two-in-a-row as well. She again asked me the question and I refused, so she said that I'd get two dares, but she wasn't giving up on that question. I faced her while kneeling on the driver's seat and position the bucket in front of me. (Thank God the windows were steamed up and a semi's trailer was next to us, so nobody could see inside.)

Again trying to intimidate her, I then dared her to hold my cock while I peed and dry it when I was done. True to form, this didn't even phase her determination to get the information she wanted, she reached over, grabbed my dick between her pointer finger and thumb and said, "Well let's go then!" She jiggled my dick as she said this for emphasis, which did cause my dick to start to inflate. "So you CAN do it when you have to pee, hmm?" she said teasingly.

"Blow me," I retorted as the piss started to flow out of my dick.

"Is that your second dare?" she quipped.

"No, it's not," I said flatly as she slowly stroked me.

My dick got slowly harder over the next ~15 seconds as I pissed (yeah...15 seconds, I had drunk a lot of coffee). When I was done, she shook the tip into the bucket, wiping the last drop off with her thumb. I know she did that last move on purpose so she could rub her thumb under my helmet.

She moved the piss-bucket into the back seat and teased, "Is that all the bigger it gets?"

I sat back down and stroked it a several more times while looking at her hairy crotch, bring my cock to full-staff. "Very funny. You seen enough?" I asked back.

"I didn't get to see it fully hard...bring it up here again," she said, leaning over the center console.

I raised up my hips and flexed my dick, trying to make my six-incher as hard as possible. She once again grabbed a hold of me with her cold hands while she inspected me, purposely acting like she was inspecting an under-ripe banana while she again teased my helmet with her thumb. She was trying to get me horny so she could get me to slip up and tell her the info she wanted, but I was onto her trick.

"OK, that's enough," I heard myself say, even though she was jacking me pretty well and I really didn't want her to stop. She tried to pull her pants and underwear back up as she moved back into position in her seat (trying to sneak one in on me), but I told her if she did that, the dare was over and so was the game. (I wasn't going to let her off the hook as long as she was putting it to me.) The thin veneer of niceness was still holding up as we both got more frustrated and competitive under the surface. I wanted to end the game (even though my SIL is quite a fuckable gal) and she wanted to know a secret I'll take to my grave.

"OK, my turn again...that is, unless you want to quit," I said.

"Answer the question and I'll quit happily," she replied.

"Not on your life. I dare you to sit on that bucket and piss and crap until you're empty," I said back, upping the ante and hoping to end it.

"Hand me the bucket," was all she said in reply. She perched her wide hips atop that bucket and looked out the windshield nervously.

"I can't see anything...raise up," I told her. She shot back that there wasn't enough room...she'd end up missing if she did that. "Then you'd better be careful when you aim, 'case that'll be your seat that's wet." I said smiling.

"And you're out of dares for this round, so I'm not doing it," she said back, smiling herself because she knew she had me there.

With that, she proceeded to unleash her own large amount of urine into the bucket, with the nasty scent of coffee-piss filling the truck a bit more than either of us would have liked. She trickled to a stop, then pushed a few times in an attempt to defecate. All she managed were a few anemic farts, but thankfully producing nothing else. My dick was still rock-hard, so I gave up on any shyness while she did this and stroked myself as she pissed and grunted. When she was done, she got off the bucket and, without asking or stopping, opened the truck door to dump the bucket on the shoulder of the road. The strong, cold wind snapped into the truck, reminding us of how nasty our situation really was.

I was looking up the road at the string of cars, many of which had now shut off their engines, which was a sure indicator that there was no hope of movement up ahead. With that hope of ending this game gone, my SIL and I looked at each other soberly for a moment, realizing just what we were getting into.

"We'd better stop this, " I said.

She looked like she was about to agree when she looked at me pleadingly and said, "I need to know that answer and I'll tell you why."

She was suspicious that her husband had fucked some other gal while she was pregnant, but she couldn't fully bring herself to believe it. Her husband had been acting normally, even dutifully during her pregnancy, but his requests for sexual contact dropped off all of a sudden during her last trimester. Her husband was a pretty horny guy, so this made her worry. His absence of sex drive continued for the first month-and-a-half after her c-section and she couldn't find any evidence of increased masturbation on his part...no porn on the computer, no "sticky" socks in the clothes hamper...hell, not even an increased use of tissues around the house! (It was at this point that I fully realized was a nosy bitch my SIL was, but then again, I have known other jealous women to go to even greater levels of craziness when they suspect their spouse has been fooling around.) Her husband denied being guilty of anything other than being overworked and not getting enough sleep after she confronted him about it...and after that confrontation, they started having sex again on a somewhat normal basis. (Now I don't know whether or not my BIL was fucking someone else...that's his business. I think that he was telling her the truth and her little conspiracy theory woke him up to what he was doing (or not doing.) I wasn't going to tell her this because I did NOT want to get in the middle of her paranoia.) She had heard from her husband that someone fucked a stripper at my bachelor party and, after that slip-up, he refused to tell her more about it. She suspected that he had done it, so that doubt had burned within her ever since.

She looked at my dick (which was still hard, but starting to drop a little now that the mood has sobered), then wrapped her hand around it. She slowly jacked it with one hand while teasing the tip with the fingernail of her pointer finger on the other hand.

"I'll even help you with this if you'll tell me," she whispered.

I won't bore you with the whirlwind of thoughts that went through my head, but the net-net was that my wife would already be pissed at me for what we'd done so far, but I also knew that she'd get over it because we'd both slept with other people since our marriage -and- that her SIL would never admit to anyone that she'd done any of this. (She lives in the same area that her whole Mennonite-origin clan was raised in, so if word of this got out, she'd lose her high-standing with the family. That thought in itself turned me on something fierce, which is probably what made me do what I did next.)

"No more of this truth/dare game, then. From here on out, I'll tell the truth you want and you'll do the dares I want, deal?" I told her. She was quiet for a second as she had her second-thoughts, then her third-thoughts...then I told her, "put your mouth on me if you'll do it."

She hesitated, then raised the center console/armrest and covered my crotch with her dirty-blond hair as I felt my dick slide into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed my once-again rigid pecker as I savored the sensations, as well as the thought of the proper, married, attractive college master's student/teaching assistant who was sucking my dick while she was naked from the waist to her knees. I'm not a huge addict of blowjobs, but the idea of just who was doing what to me was intoxicating, so I let her suck my dick for many minutes while I savored the sensations. After a few minutes, I'm pretty sure I smelled the unmistakable scent of an aroused pussy, so I bet she was getting turned on by what she was doing too. I opened my eyes and saw a set of brake lights come on in the distance and I was suddenly scared that we'd get moving before I could finish with her.

"Take one of our legs out of your pants and underwear and lay back," I told her.

She knew what was next, so she didn't even say anything as she obeyed my command. With her flat on her back and her spread legs resting on the seat back and dash, respectively, I climbed between them and lined up my dick with her forbidden tunnel. (I'm glad she was wet, because I couldn't see her lips between all that brown hair.) My sticky cock-tip touched against her wet lips and I moved my upper body forward to lay on her. I told her to kiss me, and when she did, I pushed my dick into her slowly. She kissed up hard into me as I did this, moaning into my mouth. She wasn't tight, but she was tighter than my wife and it felt really good to be in her. Knowing time was short, I assaulted her pussy with a variety of strokes, some deep, some shallow...all bringing a shower of kisses and moans from my SIL. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, still kissing me deeply as I started to get close. She was grunting and starting to tighten up, so I knew it was now or never. I drove deep into her and ground my dick into her as everything on her body started to squeeze. She didn't make a sound, but her mouth fell open with large, gasping-type breaths. I couldn't hold off any longer and shot my neutered seed into her pussy. The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than a couple of minutes, but it was intense for both of us.




Ice Storm Makes for Icy Bedfellows



Before she could even ask, I began to tell her the story that she so desperately wanted to know. As the traffic started to move, here's what I told her: 

"We didn't have a stripper at my bachelor party. All we did was go out to dinner with the bridal party, play miniature golf, then went our separate ways...girls to their party, guys to ours. All we did was watch movies and drink (which was a pretty good time.) We were playing drinking games to some of the movies, so most of us were wasted to varying degrees.

My soon-to-be-wife's party broke up earlier-than-expected, so she came over to my apartment unannounced. She was pretty tipsy and didn't want to go home to her parent's house, so she thought she'd crash at my place. Pre-wedding traditions aside, I had her come in and party with us.

Her brother soon passed out while the rest of us were playing more drinking games. My soon-to-be-wife was not much of a drinker, so she was as drunk as I'd ever seen her (not abysmally drunk, but feeling really good, if you know what I mean.) Her brother wasn't super-smashed either, but he'd been up for almost 24-hours (he was working the night shift at that time) at the start of the party, so it was understandable that he went out early.

My wife was very excited about the wedding the next day and she was being pretty amorous with me in front of the other two guys. She kept tongue kissing me every few minutes and grabbing my cock, which I usually responded to by grabbing her tits and ass while we kissed. One of my other friends joked if he could "dance with the bride" too, so I told my fiancé to go kiss him too. Much to my surprise, she sat in his lap and started making out with him, just like me. After a few minutes, the other friend asked to "dance" too. (Otherwise, I don't know if she would've stopped kissing my first friend on her own.) Now my fiancé did the same thing the third time with a third guy.

The second guy and I were watching and egging them on and soon we suggested that she quit paying attention to one of us at a time and perform for us all. My fiancé moved around, trying her best to dance (but not doing a very convincing job) while she took off her clothes. She did drop articles of clothing in everybody's lap in-turn until she was completely naked and breathing heavy in front of all three of us.

With my buzz wearing off, I had a blue-steel hard on and so did the other guys. I whipped out my cock and told her she should suck us all off. She asked who's first, so I said we'll let the guy with the biggest dick go first. Well, one of my friends was noticeably larger than my other friend and I, so she knelt down in front of him and started sucking him off. I got behind her and began licking her pussy, then mounted her while she sucked the other guy. Pretty soon, the first friend blew in her mouth and we both moved over to the other friend. More of the same, she sucked him while I fucked her from behind. I came in her pussy and sat back on a chair to watch the action.

My friend getting the blow job was having trouble cumming, so he asked her if he could fuck her. She looked at me and I nodded, so he climbed behind her and fucked her for about five minutes before blowing all over her ass and back. Soon after that, sobriety and fatigue were setting in, so the party broke up. My friends left (and have kept their secret as far as I know) and we covered up my BIL on the couch. My fiancé and I drank several glasses of water and went straight to bed, wanting to look passable for the big day the next day."

So I finished by saying that there wasn't a professional stripper at my bachelor party, but someone did strip and get fucked by multiple guys. Her husband heard about it later from the two friends (after pressing them to tell him what happened after he passed out.) He and I talked about it and we agreed that it wasn't the sort of story we wanted to get out, so out of mutual love for his sister, we agreed to never tell anyone."

After I had finished the story, my SIL was deathly quiet. I figure she was shocked at how wrong her suspicions had been about her husband, as well as surprised to hear my very proper wife pulled a 2-man train the night before her wedding. (Oh, and the fact that she had now fucked her own BIL to get information that was not even close to her conspiracy theory. *grin*)

"So what are you going to tell folks about tonight?" she asked, looking at me with a vulnerable expression.

"I'll tell them the truth...we were stuck in traffic for (God-knows-how-many hours) and that you and I made the best of it by talking and getting to know each other better than before." I told her that I now had two secrets to take to my grave and so did she. She smiled thankfully as our truck started to move in traffic once again.