Snowed In


At just six o’clock, the sun had been down now for over three hours and it would be another sixteen hours until the bitter and long December darkess would lift once again. The day started out with bone-chilling single-digits. Yet it was a bright sunny day for the short four hours we experienced it. That’s a fairly typical winter day here in Wasilla, where sunny means bitter cold. But the clouds were rolling in, the temperature was getting up into the teens, and it would soon snow. This storm was predicted to be a big one. Good thing Jeff and I recently got a good discount on studded tires for both of our trucks. We talked about breaking out the snowmachines and heading out to Big Lake once I got back from the Hawaiian cruise I was to take with my mother and sister. My boyfriend, Jeff, a longshoreman, had just come home from a 20-hour shift at the Port of Anchorage. Brutally masculine and Alaska rugged, working such shifts in such uncompromising weather was something he took in stride. He was definitely a sourdough, Alaska born and raised. We met at Mad Myrna’s, where a friend invited me to go to a drag show he was performing in. As I watched the show, all I could do was stare at that handsome, 41-year-old, 6’4” husky-built guy across the bar, slowly sipping his Alaskan Amber beer, tossing me an occasional smile through his thick dark stubble and bright blue eyes. Fast forward three years and we were living together in a small secluded cabin in the Matanuska Valley, between Palmer and Wasilla. My name is Eric. I’m 28. I have an average build, but have put on a fair amount of weight since moving to Alaska. I have arms full of tattoos. I speak in what many say is a sexy southern drawl. I use words like “ain’t” and “y’all” without even thinking about it. I was born and raised in Lebanon, Tennessee, the heart of the Bible Belt. Despite that, my family is fairly liberal (though firmly Christian). They always knew I was gay and, in fact, they came out to me with this even before I really knew myself. They told me that my nephew, Kevin, is gay. Even so, I left Tennessee not completely secure with calling isvecbahis myself that. I came to Alaska for a change of scenery. Seriously, that’s why everyone here ends up here. It seems very few relocate here for any specific purpose. But I ended up falling in love with the Last Frontier and decided to call it home. I also finally came to terms with my sexuality, or so I thought. I had just finished putting another armfull of logs into the wood stove when our big white Malamute, Denali, rushed to the door. As Jeff walked in, a strong gust of frigid winter air, mixed with the first snowflakes of the big storm, rushed into the cabin along with him. Down, Boy!” Jeff hollered to Denali as our dog jumped up and lathered my man’s face with dog spit. Jeff walked over to me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “How’s my baby?” he said to me. “I’m gonna miss you,” I said. I was going to fly to Los Angeles to meet my mother and sister later that night. From there, we all would fly to Honolulu and take our cruise. It would be the first time in the four years Eric and I had been together that we would be apart. “What time does your flight leave?” he asked. “1:30 in the morning,” I said. “But the Glenn Highway’s gonna be a bitch, so I should probably leave about ten.” “Well, that gives us four hours,” he said. With that, he lifted me up and carried me into our tiny bedroom. I felt so safe, so secure in his big, heavy arms. This was a man who could lift 200 pound boxes off a ship for 20 hours. Carrying my 200 pound body from our small living room to the bedroom was nothing to him. In the bedroom, we made love. He violated my tender sphincter and pounded my ass with his huge uncut cock, shooting his hot sperm deep into my colon before finally collapsing into my arms. “I bet you’re tired, Baby,” I said. “You should get some sleep.” “I’ve been looking forward to that goodbye fuck all day,” he said. “Reminds me of the time my ex-girlfriend took a trip to Seattle to see her family for Christmas.” Ex-girlfriend? “What?” I said. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Her name was Rachel.” “You ain’t never told me about her before,” I isveçbahis giriş said. “Sure I have,” he said. “No you didn’t,” I shot back. “I would remember something like that.” “That doesn’t bother you, does it?” he asked. I thought for a minute. I wasn’t sure what bothered me more, the fact that he once had a girlfriend or the fact that he hid it from me for four years. Still, something went off inside me. I felt my cock begin to swell. “So, tell me,” I said, “Was she good?” He laughed. “What kind of question is that?” he asked. “One I’d like you to answer,” I said. “Yeah,” he admitted. “She wasn’t bad.” “What kind of things did you do with her?” I asked. “Why do you want to know?” he chuckled. “I just do,” I said. “Tell me.” “Well,” he began, “She liked it when I spanked her ass. She also liked it when I’d suck on some ice and then lick her pussy. I’d start with her clit, move down her lips, and shove my cold tongue deep into her hole. That drove her wild.” My cock was rock hard and throbbing by now. I felt an ooze of pre-cum slide down my shaft. I really wanted to hear more. I just couldn’t figure out why. “How often did y’all fuck?” I asked. “Well, we really weren’t together that long,” he said, “but probably once a day.” “What made you want to be with a girl?” I asked. “I just wanted to try it out,” he said. “All the young guys at the port talk about all the girls they fuck, so I thought ‘what the hell?’ Maybe I should see what it’s really like. And maybe I’d have something to add to the conversation. So all us guys went to Chilkoot Charlie’s one night. And that’s when I met her.” We kissed once more before he finally nodded off. I started packing and was out the door by ten o’clock. As luck would have it, the flight was cancelled. Not because of the snowstorm. The Anchorage Airport usually stayed operational even during blizzards and ice storms. There was freezing rain in Portland. So all flights were cancelled for the next 24 hours. I called my mother and broke the news that I would probably not be joining them on the cruise. I guess fate had decided that my place was at home with Jeff isveçbahis yeni giriş after all. So I braved the treacherous twists and turns of the ice and snow-covered Glenn Highway for the 40-mile trip back to the Valley. As I approached the cabin, I put down the snow plow that my Chevy was equipped with and made a path in the driveway so that I could park. I got out of my truck and made my way up to the cabin porch through a foot of freshly-fallen snow. As I walked up the steps to the front door, I heard the faint sound of a woman screaming in pleasure. It was a sound I would never forget. I crept up to the door, where I could hear it even better. My man was cheating on me. Cheating on me with a woman! I really, really wanted to be angry. I had been violated. I had been an inconvenient distraction for what I was sure had been a well-planned evening with this mystery woman. But even as I stood there, listening to this betrayal, I felt my warm cock growing into a thick erection deep underneath my jeans and long-johns. I heard her ecstatic wail and visions began to fill my mind, where I could see the hard thick cock that had fucked my ass just hours before, now being used to pleasure a woman’s pussy. I pictured her looking up at his beautiful blue eyes as the sweat poured down his face, smiling at her just as he had smiled down on me before. I felt a stream of pre-cum run down my leg. Slowly, I opened the door, where I got my first glimpse of her legs in the air and his ass as he furiously moved in and out of her. I stood there and watched. A cold whisp of air moved through the room and he suddenly turned around to face me. “Eric!” he said, stunned as if he had seen a ghost. “My flight was cancelled,” I said. That’s all I could say. I had no other words. His mystery woman quickly got up and covered herself before hastily throwing on her clothes. Both Jeff and I stared at each other in the seconds she took to get dressed. She hurried out the door, into the Alaska chill. “Baby,” he said. “I don’t know what to say.” “Was that Rachel?” I asked. “No,” he said. “That was just a girl I met on Craigslist. It meant nothing. You gotta believe me.” Oh how I wanted to be angry. But I just couldn’t. I was too turned on by the whole situation. Finally, I smiled at him. “She didn’t have to leave,” I said. His face fell. “Baby,” he said.

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