One day when I was a high school senior in a little town in Northeast Montana during the early eighties, there was a miraculous snowstorm. It was miraculous because I got snowed in to the motel where I worked the night shift on weekends. Also snowed in was Steve, a pilot for a small commuter airline which served the region. Steve and I spent that wonderful snow day exploring each others bodies, and he introduced me to the pleasures of fucking, both giving and receiving. It still makes me hard thinking about it all these years later.
Steve and I never had the opportunity to repeat the experience at the motel. He was usually asleep when I started my shift at midnight, and there were always guests around in the mornings demanding my attention. The best we could do were occasional quickie blow jobs from time to time, and even that came to an end when after the summer ended I moved away to Minneapolis for college.
It is hard to exaggerate how conservative and religious this corner of Montana was. Of course I was deeply in the closet, and I couldn't wait to escape to the city. However, my family would only pay for me to attend a religious college, so that fall I found myself at a Swedish Baptist college in St Paul. This is one of those colleges where all students have to sign a "lifestyle statement." This meant that we were not allowed any alcohol, tobacco, or sex of any kind outside marriage. Dancing was even forbidden. Needless to say, I remained deeply in the closet and quite repressed.
I was very aware that I was gay, but in the Twin Cities I felt relatively free from the constraints of small town Montana. Being in a city at least allowed me surreptitious trips to the Gay Nineties bar in downtown Minneapolis, where I broke the "lifestyle rules" by drinking, and tried to break them by looking for sex.
The thing is, I was so young and innocent that I didn't know how to go about it. I was so shy that I spent my time at the bar alone, reeking of insecurity. This is not the way to get laid, and I had to rely on my memories of that magical time with Steve as I jerked off in the shower.
Things went along like this for a couple of years. My work study job was at the college telephone switchboard. It was an easy job, and I loved it because I could use the time when it was not busy to get some studying done and get paid for it.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I answered the college phone and I hear a stranger asking for my number. I was taken aback at first, and I just gave out my number without thinking. I followed it up with the first thing I could think of to say: "but you won't find him there though." I know! Not very clever or original.
"Is there a way of leaving a message?" asked the man on the phone. "No need," I answered. "You are speaking to him." There was silence on the line for a bit, and all I could hear was his breathing. "I don't know if you remember me, but his is Steve the pilot from the Homestead Inn." "Oh I remember you all right, and it is great to hear your voice!" "You remember I was working for that tiny little airline? I just got a job with Northwest and that means I will be coming to Minneapolis way more often."
It was a good thing I was seated behind a desk, because I immediately got a woody. "Wow, that is fantastic," I replied. "I would love to see you again and catch up! It has been way too long." We arranged to meet for dinner that weekend.
For the rest of the week I could hardly pay attention to my studies thinking about Steve. Time slowly ticked by though, and eventually Saturday arrived, and at 5:30 I was waiting in the Chem lounge as we had arranged. I was pretending to study, but really I was watching the hallway over my books anxious to get me first glimpse of him.
I wasn't disappointed, because finally he was standing in front of me looking like a Nordic god with a huge grin on his face. I quickly stood up wanting to throw my arms around him, but I offered him my hand to shake instead as I didn't want to make a scene. We made small talk as I followed him to his rental car, and we drove to the restaurant. As soon as we were off campus, though, I reached over and rested my hand on his thigh. "It is so good to see you again, Steve" I said. " I think about you all the time." "Me too!" He replied. "I have been snowed in since that time in Montana, but it has never been as enjoyable!"
We got seats at a small table at a noisy restaurant, and we had to lean in over the table to hear each other talk. Our knees were touching under the table, and we didn't try to keep them apart. He was still as handsome as ever, maybe even more so with a couple more years on him. His face was a little more rugged perhaps; his jawline a little more square. He still had those twinkling blue eyes and the little cleft on his chin that made my knees go weak. By this time my dick was dripping precum like crazy I was so horny.
As we ate our dinner I noticed a ring on his finger. I reached out and held his hand still, pointed and said "What is this?" "I got married a year ago. I haven't had sex with any other guys since you, but I just can't get that day out of my head. It was the most exciting sex I ever had." That took me by surprise, I can tell you. Here I was at a Baptist college where any sex outside marriage was forbidden, and now I was contemplating it with a married man! I was still horny as hell though, so I asked "What does this mean for the two of us?
"I will never cheat on her with another woman," he said, "but I have thought about you so often, I would like to experience that again." As we looked into each other's faces our serious looks slowly turned into smiles, then to earsplitting grins. "Sounds good to me!" I replied.
We made short work of finishing dinner and getting to his nearby hotel. As soon as we were in the door we were in each other's arms kissing like the long lost lovers we were. His body felt great pressed up against me: He was a bit taller so I had to stretch up to meet his lips. I could feel his firm pecs held against me, and I could detect a hardening bulge in his crotch as we pressed together. My right hand slowly made its way down to cup his firm ass as I pulled our bodies closer together as our tongues danced together.
"I have to see you naked right now" said Steve, coming up for air. "I tell you what " I replied." Let's undress each other like we did that day in the snowstorm back in Montana." I stepped back from him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband. I could see the blonde hairs peering out of the vee neck of his undershirt, and that made me leak another drop of precum. I stood back a little as he put his hands flat against my chest before working on my shirt buttons. "You are built even better than you were a few years ago," he said as he pulled off my undershirt. "Time has been good to you." It was true: Although I didn't have the stamina I had in high school working on the farm all the time, now my body had filled out a bit from workouts in the weight room.
I pulled off his undershirt, and immediately dropped to my knees and loosened his belt. I could clearly see the outline of his bell shaped cockhead through his trousers, but I didn't unzip them yet. I reached down to untie and slip off his shoes first. Then I placed the flat of my palm against his crotch as he had done to my chest. I just held it there, and feeling the hardness of his cock throbbing through the fabric, then tracing around the ridge of his cockhead before slowly pulling the zipper down and lowering his pants to the floor. I admired the sight of his tight blue cotton boxer shorts tenting out showing the clear outline of his dick pressing against the thin fabric, giving me the barest glimpse of the prize through the stretched open fly. I stared spellbound at it, and I was reaching for another feel when he reached for my hand.
"My turn," he said, pulling me to my feet. Then it was Steve on his knees in front of me, removing my shoes and lowering my zipper. He stopped and stared at my crotch for a bit, then he trailed his finger over the precum spot in my jeans. "Spot seems to be pretty anxious for this." He grinned up at me, and I grinned back: "Spot is the perfect name for him. I have never named him, but Spot it is from now on!" He lowered my jeans and underwear together, and as Spot stood to attention Steve stuck out his tongue to catch the drip hanging from my uncut cockhead. My dick jumped from the contact with Steves' tongue. "You were the last person to do that to me." I told him. "I have wanted to do this again for so long" was his reply as he engulfed my cock in his mouth as deeply as he could. My body shook from the sudden stimulation. "Jesus, you will make me come right away if you keep that up. Let me at least get you out of your boxer shorts first."
I helped him to his feet, then eased the waistband down and over his cock, letting it spring free. I got my first glimpse in years of the light blonde treasure trail on his belly leading down to the thatch of darker blonde hair above the gorgeous dick I had been dreaming about for years. My tongue reached out and traced the vein I remembered so well, then around the rim of his flared cockhead. His cock jumped too when I reached the frenulum underneath, and I drew the head into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. "God that feels good" he said, his body shuddering. I slowly slid my mouth down as far as I could go and held it there. I could feel the pulses of the blood vessels on my tongue as I backed off and licked around again.
"Come on, let's take this to the bed" Steve said as he helped me to my feet and led me by the hand. He pushed me onto the bed on my back, engulfed my cock in his mouth again for a bit, then lay down beside me in a 69 position and we went down on each other. I was young and sexually inexperienced, and it didn't take long before I shuddered and said "Steve, I can't last very long right now. I have to come soon." "Go for it whenever you are ready" he replied, and went back to work on my dick with a vengeance as I blew volleys of come into his mouth. It felt incredible, but I knew I could go for at least a couple more rounds that night.
Once I had spent my first load, I had more attention to devote to Steve's cock. I alternated long, slow motions with faster, harder ones, and very soon I had him moaning. From this vantage I had a view of his heavy balls as I sucked him. It turned me on to see them moving around in his ball sack, seemingly by themselves as I worked on his dick. I jacked his cock with my hand for a while and took each of his balls into my mouth, one at a time before moving back to see how much of his cock I could swallow. Before long he let out a shout, shooting into my mouth. I swallowed the first two jets, but the rest I held in my mouth to savor for a while. I had tasted my own and liked it, and his tasted just as sweet. "Come over here and share my come with me" Steve said, and I turned around and put my lips to his. Our tongues danced together as we shared his come back and forth.
"Stay with me tonight?" He asked as we lay together on the bed, my head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"Of course I will!" I said, as I snuggled closer into him.