Plattsburgh

Benji goes to Plattsburgh.

Plattsburgh

Introduction

"How the hell did this happen?" you wondered. "Stuck in a freaking snow bank somewhere in upstate New York of all places..."

You had a job offer from a business in Plattsburgh, NY. The initial submission of your resume and other paperwork was all done through email. The subsequent interviews were conducted by phone, but they needed you to sit the final interview in person.

So, you packed a few days worth of clothes and climbed into the old beater that you prayed would get you there. Everything went well for the first part of the sixteen hour drive. Then the snow hit. Light at first, but getting heavier and heavier the further north you got. To make things worse, the map had you get off the interstate near Rochester and follow a two lane state road through the Adirondack Mountains. The road was wide and well maintained, but the snow was getting ahead of the snow plows and becoming more treacherous every moment. To make things worse, for the last hour you were driving in darkness, straining to see the road through the windshield. Despite your wipers' best efforts, the view was becoming more and more restricted as the heavy, wet snow proved to be to much for them.

As close as you could figure, you were less than thirty minutes from Plattsburgh when you hit a patch of ice and spun into a snowbank. You tried to drive out of the piled snow, but despite your attempts the tires failed to get traction- you realized that all you were really doing was burying the car deeper into the wet snow. You opened the door and gasped as the cold mountain air hit your lungs. You had on a coat and jeans, but what worked for a West Virginia winter didn't come close to making the grade in upstate New York.

You trudged around to the back of the car and opened the trunk to pull out your suitcase. You only expected to be in Plattsburgh for a couple of days, so you didn't really pack a lot, and (you now realized) what you packed was woefully inadequate for your current needs. You saw that there was nothing in the trunk that you could use to dig out of the snowbank, so you decided to get back inside and put on another layer or two of clothes.

As you turned to carry your suitcase around to the car door, you slipped on ice hidden under the wet snow. Both feet flew into the air like a circus act and your suitcase went flying out of your hand. You landed flat on your back in the wet, slushy snow and saw your suitcase fly open on impact with the ground, scattering your clothes all over the roadway.

You scrambled up, already beginning to shiver from your cold, soaked clothes. You stumbled around, grabbing up the items from your ruined suitcase only to find they were all soaked as well. You threw your suitcase with its dripping contents into the back seat, jumped into the car and slammed the door.

You realized you haven't seen another car in over an hour and hoped someone would come along before you froze to death. You cranked the heat as high as it would go and wondered miserably what else could go wrong. Your musings were answered only a few minutes later as your car's engine sputtered and died. In horror you looked at your gas gauge and realized you were completely empty. You had been looking for a gas station for the last hour, but this part of the state was sparsely populated and there were no stations open that you could see. You had been praying you'd make it to Plattsburgh before you ran out, but the time and gas wasted trying to get out of the snowbank worked against you.

Within minutes the heater stopped pulling warm air from the car's engine and you turned it off to save the battery. You watched the frost creep higher and higher up the windows and windshield. Soon you were shivering uncontrollably as your body tried to make up for the heat that was being wicked away by your wet clothes. Your thoughts became hazy and you started to fear for your life. You wondered if you should get out and try to walk to safety, but you had no idea how far away shelter might be. And besides, you weren't sure you could walk at all...

Through the fogged, icy windshield, you suddenly saw a glowing light, coming slowly toward you, and with your last coherent thought, you hit the switch for your hazard lights.

Salvation

You awoke, warm, WARM! You opened your eyes and looked around wondering if you had died and this was heaven. It must have been, because you were no longer shivering and there was no snow or ice to be seen. Instead, you realized, you were in a bed, a nice BIG bed. The sheets felt smooth and clean against your naked skin. Wait - naked? You lifted the blankets and looked underneath. Sure enough, you were as naked as the day you were born. Your dick was hard and throbbing, letting you know that you needed to piss. "It's probably what woke me up." you thought as you sat up.

Looking around, you could see that you were obviously in a bedroom. Besides the bed there was a large dresser, a bedside table and a rocking chair. There were two doors leading out of the room. The door to the left of the bed was open and looking through it, you could see a large overstuffed chair and what seemed to be an old potbelly stove. You assumed the stove was the source of the wonderful heat that you were currently enjoying. The door to the other room was also standing open and you could see a sink and part of a commode from where you lay.

"Thank god" you exclaimed softly as you quickly slipped from under the covers and walked through the doorway. As you relieved yourself into the commode, you looked around the small room. The commode was on the right-hand wall and the left wall was a bath tub with a shower. The sink was directly under a small window. Looking out the window you could see icicles hanging from the edge of a roof and beyond those you saw the corner of a shed or barn of some sort.

Once your bladder was finally emptied, you shook off the drops and turned to the sink. The water from the faucet was shockingly cold, taking nearly a minute before the water began to warm. While waiting, you examined your face in the mirror. You seemed none the worse for wear beyond some red patches on your cheeks and the tip of your nose. Your fingertips and the tips of your toes were also red and your fingers hurt as you washed them.

Returning to the bedroom, you noticed a piece of paper leaning against the mirror on the dresser. The writing on it said- Benjamin. You picked it up wondering how anyone here knew your name. Opening the folded paper you read -

Benjamin,

I got your name from your driver's license.

All of your clothes are still soaked and unwearable. Nothing that I have will fit you- but I've put a shirt on the bed that you can use to cover up with and help keep you warm. It'll probably fit more like a bathrobe, but we'll have to do the best we can. All the belongings I took from your pockets are in the top right hand drawer of the dresser.

If you're reading this, it means that I'm still outside doing chores. There's hot coffee in the kitchen and muffins on the table.

Make yourself at home.

(signed) Dennis

You opened the drawer and saw your wallet, belt, car keys and some pocket change. You quickly checked your wallet and were happy to see that your money- the last $150 to your name was still there. "At least he's not a thief." you sighed with relief.

Since you had no pockets, you decided to leave everything in the drawer. You found the shirt "Dennis" spoke of in the letter and slipped into it. He was right, the sleeves fell below your fingertips and at least two of you could have fit into the body. But, it was soft and warm and felt wonderful against your skin. So good, in fact, that you realized you were getting an erection from the fabric brushing against your cockhead.

Banishing thoughts of sex for the moment you walked into the room with the stove. The room was fairly large and obviously a combination kitchen/dining room and living room. On the end near the bedroom was the previously noticed chair as well as a couch. A rustic looking coffee table was in front of the couch with a braided, oval rug beneath that. The pot belly stove was against the back wall with a metal shield between it and the wall to prevent the wall from overheating and catching on fire. It served the additional purpose of reflecting the heat back into the room. You appreciated that fact as you opened your "robe" and stood near the stove soaking up the heat.

Further down the room was a small dining table with four chairs. Two other chairs stood against the wall. Several wooden cabinets lined one wall as well, and through the glass doors you could see canned foods and dishes. At the far end of the room was a counter with a sink located below the window as well as a line of cabinets below it. There was a wood burning kitchen range against the back wall, also with a metal shield behind it. Directly across from the range, was a refrigerator- and to the left of the fridge a desk sat in a pool of light from the window just above it- with a number of file folders on top.

On the stove was a steaming coffee pot. You took a mug from the dish drain on the counter and used a pot holder to pour from the steaming pot. You took a cautious sip and shook your head at the bitterness. You saw a sugar bowl on the counter and scooped several spoonfuls into your cup, stirring briskly. Another sip let you determine that the brew was now drinkable.

You became aware of a noise, "thunk! thunk!" not often enough to be an actual rhythm, but too consistent to be unintentional. You went to the window over the sink and peered out. To the right you could see the other end of the shed you noticed from the bathroom window. Directly ahead of the window you could see the source of the odd sound.

A man with his back to you was splitting wood. From what you could see, he seemed to be short and somewhat heavy set, but the clothes made it difficult to tell for sure. Despite the cold weather, he wore no coat. He was wearing heavy, insulated boots and jeans. He seemed to be wearing an insulated undershirt, but no over shirt or jacket. He placed a block of wood on a large stump and smoothly swung the ax over his head, splitting the block cleanly in two. You assumed this must be "Dennis". You watched for several minutes as he continued to work like a metronome- pick up, set, split, pick up, set, split. You thought about tapping on the window to get his attention but decided that he would probably prefer not to be interrupted.

Benjamin

You wandered over to the desk and your eyes widened with surprise when you saw the drawing on top of the open folder. A drawing of a nude man, but not just any nude man. This man was massive, muscled, hairy and had a dick the size of a normal man's forearm. You picked up the drawing and whistled softly in admiration.

One of the reasons you were looking for a job so far from home was for the proverbial "greener pastures". Clarksburg was a nice enough little town, but the choices for gay guys were severely limited. A quick blowjob here and there, a quick fuck in a bar bathroom and that was about it. Plattsburgh wasn't tremendously larger than Clarksburg, but, checking the internet let you know that there was a thriving gay community thanks to the SUNY college located there.

You pulled the chair from under the desk and took a seat. Your appreciation grew stronger with every drawing uncovered. You were used to seeing porn on the internet, but the world of pen on paper was fascinating... Drawing after drawing of men in all states of dress and undress and participating in every kind of sex act you'd ever imagined. Men sucking, jacking off, 69ing, fucking doggie style, missionary, in slings. Men fucking men and men fucking BOYS - not young minors, but young men. They all had something to signify that they were legal age, usually in the form of tattoos or piercings.

As you become lost in the world of sex on paper, you felt your dick beginning to tent the shirt you were wearing. Barely conscious of your actions, you reached down and took your hardening dick into your hand and started jacking slowly. You were so aroused that your hand was immediately covered by your precum and you used it to lube your cock. You were so engrossed in the images, you didn't even realize that you were moaning out loud.

"They can really get to you, can't they?"

In horror, you whipped around to see where the voice came from, knocking a stack of drawings to the floor in the process.

Standing in the doorway was the man you saw previously chopping wood -- smiling. Now that he was close you can see that he had neatly trimmed, silver, hair and beard. His face was ruddy from being out in the cold and it struck you that he had beautiful blue eyes.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to snoop -- I mean, they were just laying on top of the desk!" You hold out both hands in a desperate appeal, causing your "robe" to pull completely open.

The smile turned into a chuckle and the man looked meaningfully at your crotch.

You looked down in horror to see your rock hard cock bobbing in the air with strings of pre-cum puddling on the floor. "Damn! I'm sorry man!" I'll clean it all up, I promise!"

"Dude! It's okay -- no harm done. I never thought to put those out of sight. There's hardly ever anyone here besides me. If I'd known they would effect you like that maybe I would have! ...or maybe not..." he smiled.

"I didn't mean to get into your stuff! It was just laying there..." You trailed off.

"Benjamin, settle down! I don't mind -- as a matter of fact, I'm always pleased when I see that my work has the desired results."

"You, you're not mad?" you stammered.

"No. I'm not mad. I'm not even mildly upset. I left you a note telling you make yourself at home. I left the drawings out in the open. You're a young man with (I assume) a healthy libido. Honestly I'd be more upset if they didn't turn you on."

He stepped to the counter and pulled a paper towel off the roll before moving next to you. He knelt down and began to mop up the splotches of pre-cum. As he was mopping up your puddles, he turned slightly toward you and his cheek bumped into your still hard dick.

"Well hello there beautiful." he said softly and used a fingertip to give you a tap on top of the shaft, causing it to bounce up and down again and causing even more pre-cum to flow onto the floor in streams.

He looked up questioningly and placed his hand back onto your dick. "May I?"

"Ummm sure." you replied nervously

He smiled again and tickled the underside of your cock with the tip of his tongue. You inhaled sharply at the nearly unbearable pleasure that small action caused. After a few moments he opened his mouth and placed it over your dickhead. He began sucking gently and rubbed his tongue against the underside of your organ. You begin to moan from his expert ministrations.

He pulled his mouth from your dick and looked up to your face again. "Do you like that?" he asked.

"Ugh, uhhh, YES!" you gurgle as you struggle to understand what was happening.

"Great!" he said as he returned your dick to his mouth. This time, he didn't stop at the head but quickly deep throated all seven inches of you -- causing you to groan again.

Once his nose was buried in your pubic hair, he began to make swallowing actions with his throat. He certainly knew what he was doing because the muscles of his throat moved and clinched like a tight ass hole. You put your hands on his head and began to face fuck him. When he realized what you were doing, he lifted one of his hands in a "thumbs up" motion.

He then grasped the bottom of your ball sack and started to pull firmly,,, not hard enough to cause pain but hard enough to cause immediate pleasure in your balls and radiating upward and back into your taint. The increased pressure and pleasure nearly made your knees buckle but you steadied your self and began fucking his face harder. Soon you felt your balls slapping against his chin. He continued to massage your cock with his tongue. Within minutes, you felt the cum about to blast out of your balls.

"I'm cumming!" you grunted. He nodded and grabbed your ass to pull you even deeper into his mouth. You felt his thumb work it's way between your butt cheeks and suddenly slide up your ass. The stimulation on your hole caused you to lose control and you shot jet after jet into his mouth -- "three, four, five, six!" You count the number of times you pulse your cum.

He continued to suck your dick to get the very last drop of your sweet cum. Your legs trembled as you collapsed back onto the office chair. Your host finally pulled off your dick and stood up. He looked at you and smiled again.

"Was it good for you?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice.

Still at a loss for what to say, you nodded vigorously. He chuckled again and stuck out his hand to shake.

"I'm Dennis, just in case you haven't figured it out yet." You took his hand and shook it almost as if you were meeting on the street.

"I'm Benjamin- Benji for short." you said.

"I don't normally greet my guests like this, but you looked so great standing there I couldn't help myself. I see that you found the coffee pot -- have you tried the muffins? Everyone around is eating bran muffins -- I think they all taste like crap! I prefer cranberry orange myself, with NO bran." He grabbed another mug from the dish drain and poured himself a cup of the steaming coffee. Next, he pulled a chair from the table and sat down.

You took the opportunity to collect your wits and re-arrange your "robe". The office chair was close enough to the table that you only had to swing it around to easily reach your own coffee mug. Dennis pushed the plate with the muffins in your direction.

"Go ahead -- eat! I'm sure you must be starving, you burned a lot of calories last night. You scared the hell out of me. I was afraid for while there that you weren't going to make it."

You suddenly realized that you were famished and grabbed a muffin from the offered plate. While you tore into the delicious food, you struggled to remember the events of last night, but came up blank. "I don't really remember anything after I fell down. What happened?" you asked.

"Well, luckily for you - you got stuck just a few feet from my driveway. I was on my way home from town when I saw your flashers come on. When I got close enough I could see that you were stuck in the snowbank. Your engine was off and your windows were all frosted over -- I couldn't see a thing inside. I knocked on the window, but there was no response, so I opened the door and you were sitting there like a statue. You didn't respond when I spoke to you, but you did blink your eyes, so I knew you were still alive. I grabbed you and threw you into my truck and got you here into the house as quick as I could.

I carried you into the living room and dropped you in front of the heater while I stripped your clothes off. You were nearly completely blue -- I was really afraid you might lose a few toes or fingertips, but it looks like you've come out okay. Once I got your clothes off, I grabbed a towel and rubbed you down to get you as dry as possible. By then, you'd started to shiver again (which is a good sign by the way). I carried you into the bedroom and tucked you in the bed. I put away all of my shopping as quickly as I could, then stripped down and got into bed with you.

You were still shivering and your skin felt like ice, so I did the only thing left -- I wrapped my arms around you and snuggled against your back as close as I could. We lay like that for quite a while, but finally, you stopped shivering and I could tell you were sleeping normally. I'm pretty sure I drifted off right after that. I'm always an early riser, so when I woke up and you were still asleep, I got dressed and went out to do my chores. I fed the chickens and the horses. Then I took my truck to the end of the driveway and pulled your car out of the snowbank. I tried to start it, but saw that it was empty -- I guess that explains why you were sitting there with no heat on... Anyway, I put some of my spare gas into it and it cranked right up.

I'm afraid it won't do a lot of good though. The roads are impassable and the snow plows won't get out this way for at least another two days -- so I guess you're stuck here for now. I hope you don't mind."

You finally found your voice and blurted out -- "No! I don't mind! I don't mind at all.

I, I mean... I want to say `Thank you' -- you've done so much for me! You saved my life! I really thought I was going to die. I think I remember seeing your headlights and then trying to turn on my hazard lights -- but I wasn't even sure if I managed that. And then, when I woke up in the bed, warm and dry... I, I just..." You can't speak any more due to the lump in your throat and tears begin to spill from your eyes.

Dennis swiftly moved from his seat and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay! You're alright. You're safe and you're with a friend. I won't let anything happen to you while you're here."

You melted into his arms and hugged him fiercely. Never in your life could you remember feeling so safe and cared for. You pulled back a few inches and tentatively kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head to face you and kissed you gently on the lips.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly developed into something much deeper and more aggressive. You felt his tongue against your lips and opened your mouth to allow him in. You used your own tongue to lick his and the two of you took turns sucking each other's tongue. Your hands crept up to the sides of his face and you pulled him in closer, delighting in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth and the warmth that was beginning to creep back into your recently drained dick.

You felt Dennis' hands slide underneath your sparse clothing and the warmth of them against your skin was like magic- tingling and warm, touching, probing softly. You groaned and he pulled you even closer.

"Why don't we go someplace more comfortable?" He said, and stood up, pulling you with him gently. You willingly stood and walked with him across the room with your "robe" falling open. The warm air felt wonderful on your ass and cock as you headed to the bedroom. Dennis took one of your hands in his and gazed at your body with approval. "Wow -- you're really beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as sexy as you before."

"Thanks", you replied. "I think you're pretty sexy too."

In the bedroom, he placed his arms around you and kissed you on the lips again. He smiled and reached out to pull you back against him. Your cock had reached full hardness and you ground it against the front of his pants. You pulled back slightly and pulled his undershirt up and over his head.

His chest was matted with silvery grey hair. You drew in a deep breath and ran your hands gently over the silky pelt. When you reached his nipples you began to lightly pinch them before you leaned in to kiss them. He moaned when you nibbled gently and started sucking on them.

You pushed him back onto the bed and he sat with his knees apart. You reached down and pulled off his socks. You got on your knees and began to rub your face against the rough fabric of his jeans. You could feel his hard dick through the layers of cloth -- he had leaked so much pre-cum that there is a wet spot where the liquid soaked through the material. You moaned softly and began to suck at the silver dollar sized spot, loving the taste of his sweet pre-cum.

You stood up between his legs and leaned forward, pushing him to lay back on the bed. Once he was fully reclined, you undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. You slid your hands inside his loosened pants and felt his dick -- warm, wet from pre-cum. After a few minutes of fondling his dick, you slowly lowered his zipper and to your surprise you saw his hard cock spring upward as soon as it was freed from his jeans. You didn't expect him to be commando, but you were quite happy he was. You grabbed the waistband of his pants and began to pull them down. He lifted his ass off the bed to make it easier and you pulled them completely off.

Without hesitation you engulfed his hard cock and immediately went all the way to the base of his meat. He wasn't terribly long, but he was quite thick and you had to stretch your jaws wide to get him all the way in.

"Oh yeah, that's the way! Suck it! Suck my dick boy!" Dennis said through clenched teeth as you sucked and licked his dick. "Don't stop! It feels so GOOD! Oh, suck me!"

His constant encouragement gave you the impetus to push your face even deeper into his bush. When you felt his dickhead against the back of your throat, you swallowed and felt his cock slide further down your throat. You never thought about it before, but you remember how his throat massaged your dick just a few minutes earlier. With his cock wedged into your throat you began to swallow. It was difficult at first, but you kept trying and in just a few seconds you got the hang of it and it felt better than any other oral sex you'd had. The pleasure it gave caused your cock to bob up and down with the motions of your head in his crotch.

"Easy, buddy! Easy! It's been a long time and I'm about to cum already."

You pulled your mouth off his prick and worked your way back up his body. By the time you reached his face, you were nearly laying on top of his hairy body. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you down until your front side was pressed firmly against his.

You loved the way his hairy chest rubbed against your nipples and the warm feel of his arms around you. His dick, wet and slimy with your spit and his precum rubbed against your own rock hard meat. OH God! You felt like you were in heaven -- you spread your legs to straddle his torso and slid further up his body until his dickhead slid up your taint and on to your ass crack. Your breath caught when you felt his prick rubbing against your hole.

He was pretty thick and you weren't sure you could take his cock without a LOT more lube, but you pushed back onto his pole. Your hole allowed his cock to slide inward but you backed off before it could fully penetrate your ring.

"I'm sorry daddy" you panted. "I think we're going to need more lube."

"Not a problem." he said as he released his arms from around your shoulders. I know exactly what we need." You moved to the side to allow him to get up. He arose from the bad and pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser. From inside he picked up a bottle of Ultra lGide lubricant. He held it up for you to see and said, "We'll use this in another few minutes. Right now, though, I'm going to add to what's already there. Now, get up on your hands and knees with your butt facing me."

You did as you were told and turned across the bed until your ass was pointed directly toward your lover. You felt his warm hands on the cheeks of your ass. He gently rubbed his face from cheek to cheek and his beard tickled your hole each time he passed over. You began to moan with each pass over your boy pussy. Your dick twitched and you nearly shot a second load when you felt his tongue begin to invade your body. Dennis was moaning now as well and began to rim you in earnest. He washed your ass with wide, wet strokes of his tongue, moving from side to side and up and down over your hole. When he stiffened his tongue and pushed as far into you as he could, you gasped and then let out a moan of your own.

"Yes Daddy! Fuck my boyhole -- let me feel your tongue inside of me."

His response was to groan and shove his face as tightly against your ass as possible, pushing his tongue even further into your sphincter.

You grabbed a pillow and bit down, simply to keep from howling with pleasure from the exquisite feeling of his tongue fucking your ass. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, you felt something else pushing against your hole along with his tongue. Without stopping his tongue massage, he slipped a finger into your hole alongside his tongue. After a minute or so, you felt his tongue leaving your hole and a second finger took its' place. Your lover was trying to be considerate and go slow, but your ass was screaming with the need for something bigger and hotter than his two fingers.

"Mmmmmmm..." you sighed at the new delight, wiggling your ass and trying to push even further onto his fingers. For a reward you were given a third finger that stretched your ass ring wide.

The third finger also hit your prostate and caused you to jump at the sudden sensation.

"Fuck me Daddy!" you whimpered as you looked back at him from over your shoulder. "I want to feel your dick deep inside me!"

Dennis straightened from where he'd been kneeling on the floor. Without taking his fingers out of your ass, he leaned over and gave you another kiss.

"Do you really want me to fuck you"? he asked. "Because I really, REALLY want to fuck you. I want to push my dick as far inside you as I can get and fuck you until I can't stand it anymore. I want to shoot my cum up your ass and then watch as it dribbles out of your sweet boy hole!"

"Oh! Yes Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! I want to feel your cum running out of my ass!"

You watched as he picked up the bottle of lube and began to slather it on his throbbing cock. You moaned again as he plastered a generous dollop on your hole and began to work it in with his fingers. You let out an even louder groan when he pushed several fingers even deeper into your ass than he had before and your cock bounced wildly when he, once again, hit your prostate.

"Please Daddy! I need to feel your thick cock in my ass! I need you to fuck me! Now! Please Daddy, fuck my ass!" you cried as you bucked and jumped from the pleasure you were receiving.

"Yes, son" he spoke softly into your ear.

You felt his hands on your hips again as he set his dick against the entry of your ass and began to pull you back onto his pole. Gently but firmly he began to enter you, taking his time and being as gentle as he could. You felt your ass ring begin to stretch as he pushed his thick meat relentlessly into your hole. For a moment the pain was an exquisite pleasure that nearly caused you to pass out. You could feel his thick dick as the head slid past your sphincter and the rest of his tool followed. Slowly, gently, stopping every few seconds to allow you to adjust he entered you all the way to the root of his cock. You could feel his wiry pubic hair rubbing your ass and his balls against your taint.

Once he reached bottom, he sat still for a moment and soaked in the luxurious feel of your tight,hot ass. When he judged that you'd had long enough to get acclimated to his meat inside your ass, he began to pull back. Slowly, slowly... he pulled back until only the head of his cock was still inside your ass. He immediately started his inward stroke. Within minutes he was pounding you with a steady rhythm -- in, out, in, out. With each stroke he picked up just a little more speed and with a little more force. Once he was satisfied that you were okay and not in excessive pain, he began fucking you in earnest -- slamming into you deep and hard. With each stroke his cock scrubbed across your prostate, causing you immense pleasure.

"I'm almost there Son! Daddy is just about to shoot his cum up your ass! Is that what you want? Do you want Daddy's cum?" As he spoke, he reached around your waist and took your streaming cock into his hand. He began to jack it in the same rhythm as he fucked your ass.

"YES! DADDY!" You yelled as he began a final assault on your ass. "Give me your cum daddy! Give me your cum! Shoot it deep into my ass! Breed me! Daddy, PLEASE, I need your cum!"

After just a few more thrusts, he said, "That's it! I'm coming boy! Daddy's giving you his cum! Then, he grunted and slammed his dick into your ass with enough force to nearly knock you off your hands and knees. He held your hips smashed against his crotch and it seemed as if he was trying to force his balls into your hole along with his dick. "Oh yes, baby -- that was the nicest fuck I've had in years!"

The combination of his words in your ear, his cock caressing your prostate and his hand jerking your dick sent you over the edge. Although you'd just shot a load barely fifteen minutes earlier, your dick began spewing a huge load of cum everywhere. Over Dennis' hand, your own belly, the bed sheets and even onto the floor on the other side of the bed!

Dennis collapsed and fell beside you on the bed. His dick oozed from your stretched out hole and you felt his cum as it began to dribble from your ass. You snuggled down beside your lover and pressed your back into his chest and stomach. You opened your legs slightly and reached between them in search of his dick. When you found it you pulled gently, stretching it until you could sandwich the head between your thighs.

You realized that your bout of lovemaking had worn you out completely -- you still hadn't recovered fully from your ordeal of the night before. It was all you could do to keep your eyes open.

"I'm sorry that I made such a mess on your sheets." you murmur. You only answer was a soft snore emanating from the man who had just pumped his cum into your ass.

Dennis

I had gone to town to stock up on necessities before the storm hit. We're used to snow this far north, but this storm was supposed to be a real banger. After loading the truck with bags of chicken and horse feed, I went to the Grand Union and grabbed a few groceries. I didn't need a lot because I made it a point to always have at least a week's supply of food at home -- you never knew when the weather or a car issue could keep you home bound for a week or more.

By the time I left Plattsburgh, the snow was pelting down. It was wet and heavy and I knew that no matter what they did to the roads, they were going to be greasy and dangerous. Thankful for the extra four hundred pounds of feed on the truck I headed toward home. By the time I passed the airport, the light was failing and I could tell that I was going to be driving the last few miles in total darkness.

The roads were pretty much deserted -- folks in the north country know that when the local weather reports call for "record breaking snowfalls" they're not just trying to scare people. I only passed one other vehicle in the eighteen miles to my place. I was just a few hundred yards from my driveway when I saw a set of flashers come on. I was barely creeping along as it was, but I slowed down even more to be sure I didn't slide into the other vehicle when I hit the brakes.

Surprisingly, the car was sitting only a few feet from my mail box, but the snow was so heavy, I doubt the driver even knew there was a mailbox there. I turned into my driveway and stopped my truck. I got out and fought my way through the knee high snow to the stopped car. I had a flashlight with me and shone it around the vehicle. From its' position in the snowbank, I could tell the driver had hit a patch of ice and was slammed front end first into the hard packed snow.

The car wasn't running and the windshield as well as all of the side windows were actually frosted over. There was only a few inches of snow accumulated on the hood and rooftop, so the car hadn't been here more than forty-five minutes to an hour at the most.

I tapped on the driver's window but got no answer. I shown my flashlight into the car, and thought I saw someone inside -- but the frost distorted the view so much I couldn't be sure. But someone MUST have been there, otherwise how were the emergency flashers activated? I knocked on the window again with more force, but there was still no response. I opened the car's door and again used my flashlight to aid in my search.

Behind the wheel was a young man. When I spoke he simply stared straight ahead and didn't respond. I put my hand on his shoulder to give him a small shake. When I touched his shirt, I recoiled in horror. Not only was his shirt too thin for an Adirondack winter, but I was literally FROZEN. I could feel the ice crystals against my hand. When I looked closer, I could see that his hair was also filled with snow and ice crystals. I shook the man harder and shouted into his face -- "HELLO! If you can hear me, nod your head!"

I watched his face desperately hoping that I hadn't found him too late. Probably because I was watching his face so closely, I saw him blink his eye. "Thank you God!" I thought -- there's still hope.

I reached inside and grabbed the guy by the front of his coat and heaved out of the car. He was about one hundred and fifty pounds, but years of tossing bags of feed around had helped me stay in half way decent shape, so I was able to pull him out of the vehicle and throw him over my shoulder in a fireman's carry.

I carried him through the snow and put him into my truck. I cranked the heat as high as it would go and slammed the door. I trudged back to the stranded car and sat down behind the steering wheel. I could see that the keys were in the ignition, so I shut down the flashers and the heater blower, before I turned the key to see if the car would start. The windshield wipers nearly gave me a heart attack when they began banging the snow in an effort to clear the windshield. I found the wiper switch and turned them off before trying the key a second time. Again, the engine turned over easily but failed to start. When I looked at the gas gauge, I realized why -- his gas tank was empty.

Not wanting to kill the battery, I turned off the ignition and placed the keys in my pocket. I then used my flashlight to look around the car's interior. I saw a suitcase laying on the back seat. The top was askew and I could see clothing peeking out of the partially opened lid. I quickly grabbed it and slammed the door. Once again, I trudged back through the deepening snow to my truck. I dropped the suitcase into the truck bed and climbed into the vehicle. I figured the other vehicle would be safe where it was, at least until morning -- no snowplows would be coming through this far out for at least two or three days.

I put the truck in gear and started to creep up my driveway. I hadn't taken the time to lock the hubs, so I couldn't use the four wheel drive. The rear wheels broke traction a couple of times, but the extra four hundred pounds of feed in the back did the trick and I was able to navigate the distance from the road to the parking area next to my back door.

I left the engine running while I jumped out and unlocked the door. I then moved around to the other truck door to pull my comatose passenger from his seat. I threw him over my shoulder again and hurried inside with him.

I had banked the fire in my wood heater before I left, so the room was cooler than normal, but it felt like heaven compared to outside. I flipped on the light and lay my burden on the rug in front of my heater. With the light on, I could see that the man was actually quite young, possibly not even out of his teens. Stopping only to throw open the flue, I began to strip the ice laden clothes off the young man as quickly as possible. When he was completely nude, I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a thick bath towel. I sat cross legged on the floor and lifted the boy into my lap. His skin was cold to the touch and also wet from the snow melting off his body and out of his hair. I wrapped the towel around him and began toweling him roughly to get him dried off and to encourage blood flow.

After ten minutes or so, he was as dry as he was going to get so I go to my feet and carried him to my bed. As I lay him on the bed, I noticed that he was beginning to shiver -- which was a good sign. I tucked him into the bed and rushed back out to my truck to bring in his suitcase and whatever liquid groceries might burst during the night due to the cold.

When I was finished, I filled the wood heater with as much wood as I could stuff into it and banked it again to last through the night.

I returned to my bedroom and stripped off my own clothes. I turned off the light and climbed under the blankets with my "guest". I pushed my chest and stomach against his back and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. His skin was still so icy that I gasped when I touched him, but I ignored the discomfort and snuggled against him as closely as possible. With my arm draped over his shoulder, I reached down and briskly rubbed his chest and stomach with my hand to create some warmth through friction.

After a few minutes of rubbing, the boy made his first sound -- he gave a low moan and pushed his back tighter against my body. I continued to massage him for as long as I could stay awake. Before I drifted off to sleep, I could tell that his cold tremors had lessened considerably and he seemed to be sleeping more normally.

When I awoke the next morning, the boy was still pressed against me, and to my surprise, my cock was sandwiched between his ass cheeks. To make it even more awkward, I had a serious case of morning wood, and needed to piss something fierce. When I went to move away the boy made an unhappy noise and snuggled back against me -- wiggling his ass in the process. The motion made my dick jump and I was half afraid I'd impale him in his sleep.

When I started to pull away from the boy's backside, the hair on my chest and crotch felt almost as if it was being ripped out. To my horror, I realized that I must have shot a load onto the boy during the night. My hard cock felt as though it wanted to explode in another orgasm simply from laying beside the young man. Holding on to every bit of self control I had, I quickly slid out of the bed and tucked in the still warm blankets around his slender body. He again, made an irritated noise and wiggled in the bed. I padded to the bathroom and began to pee. Although it was initially hard to get started (thanks to my hard on) the flow seemed to go on and on before finally dribbling to a stop. I flicked the last few drops off my dickhead and washed myself off in the sink. It took quite a bit to get all the cum out of my thick body hair.

I now was in a quandary -- If I had that much dried cum all over my front, the boy must have an equally large amount dried on his backside. I finally decided that I had no choice and ran a pan of warm water and picked up a clean wash cloth. I padded back to the bedside and placed the pan on the top of the dresser. I then lifted the blankets gently and began to wipe the dried cum off the young man's ass and back.

I'd made the water as warm as I could stand it, so the warm, wet cloth didn't awaken the boy. When I moved down to wash his bottom, he began to moan and squirm like he'd done the night before. By the time I finished getting him clean, my dick was dripping pre-cum like a fountain. I forcibly restrained myself and went back to the bathroom to empty the pan of wash water.

Back in the bedroom, I put on clean clothes. I then went into the kitchen and got the cook stove lit and put together a pot of coffee. While the coffee was heating, I went back to the living room and picked up the boy's sodden clothes from where I'd left them on the rug. I went through the pants pockets and found some change in a front pocked and a wallet in the other.

I opened the wallet and pulled out a West Virginia driver's license -- "Benjamin S---" was the name on the license and the picture matched the boy currently asleep in my bed. According to the license, he was nineteen years old. "Thank God' I breathed softly.

I went to my desk and wrote a short note, folded it and addressed it to Benjamin. Retracing my steps to the bedroom, I put the money and wallet into a dresser drawer and propped the note against the mirror where Benjamin would see it if he woke up.

By now, the coffee pot was percolating away and I poured myself a cup of hot, bitter goodness. I drank my coffee before going out to my truck to fetch Benjamin's suitcase. I gathered the suitcase and grabbed the clothes I'd stripped off Benjamin the night before. I took them through the kitchen to the mud room where I had an improvised clothes line set up. The room was much colder than the rest of the house, but at least it was above freezing, so the clothes could thaw out and begin to dry. I set a box fan on a table and turned it to an angle to blow on the wet clothes -- that should help them dry more quickly.

It was still dark when I got out of bed, but now, the sky was beginning to lighten and by the time I finished hanging up clothes, it was fully day light. I brought the rest of my groceries inside and hitched the snow plow to my truck. Locking the hubs, I started the job of clearing my driveway. The four wheel drive barely managed to push through the heavy snow, with the big blade throwing the snow to the side. I had put a gallon jug of gas into the truck before I started plowing and when I finally reached Benjamin's car I opened the gas cap and poured the fuel into the tank.

I took the car's keys from my pocket and once again put them into the ignition. The engine turned over a few times before catching with a low roar. When I was sure the vehicle wouldn't shut off, I got out and pulled out the tow cable what was on the winch mounted over my front bumper. I attached the cable to the frame of Benjamin's car. I turned on the winch and watched the car slowly edge its way out of the ditch. Once it was free of the deep snow, I removed the tow cable and drove it to the house, parking it in the area I had cleared previously. After I retrieved my truck and parked it beside the boy's car, I went to the barn to feed the horses and chickens.

On the way to the woodpile, I stuck my head in the back door but there was no sight or sound of my guest, so I closed the door and proceeded to the woodpile and the never ending chore of splitting kindling and firewood.

Splitting wood could be a boring chore, but I actually enjoyed it. Muscle memory allowed for getting quite a bit of work done while working out knotty mental issues. Right now, I was trying to figure out what Benjamin was doing here -- and why I didn't mind. I'm not really a "people person" which is the main reason I live by myself twenty miles outside of town.

As I settled into the rhythm of splitting and stacking, I couldn't help but remember last night. The terror that the boy might actually have frozen to death, my hurry to get him dry and warm, and... the way my body reacted as he lay pressed against my chest. At first, his skin was cold to the touch and it was enough to give me the chills as well. Eventually though, he began to warm up and as he did, his body began to relax and meld into my own. That was when I began to notice that his buttocks were sandwiching my cock between his ass cheeks -- and causing me to develop an erection.

I was in quite a quandary -- he wasn't even conscious and I had no intention of molesting a boy who couldn't say "Yes" or "No". But, as he continued to snuggle against me, his butt continued to rub against my hard cock, filling me with the desire to slide deep into his backside. It seemed that the more relaxed he got, the more energetically he rubbed his crack over my cock. I lay in agony for what seemed like forever before the situation took care of itself.

I normally had very good control over my sexual responses, but I'd been going through a "dry spell" for over a year now, and I hadn't had an orgasm in what seemed like forever. Rosy Palm and the four Finger Sisters were a distinctly inferior substitute for the real thing.

Although what was happening might not have been "the real thing" it was closer than anything I'd had in a long, long time. I barely reached a realization of what was about to happen when I exploded in a major orgasm. I blasted shot after shot into the boy's crack and up his back. His backside and my front were coated with my cum. The intense release was almost like a sleeping pill and I fell asleep almost immediately.

When I awoke, Benjamin and I were nearly glued together with dried cum. Thankfully, his backside was smooth and practically hairless -- me on the other hand... Pulling away from his back was almost like sticking duct tape on my chest hair and ripping it off with a jerk. When I finally disengaged, I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I allowed the hot water to run as I emptied my bladder. By the time I finished, the water was running warm and I quickly sponged myself down to remove the dried cum before getting dressed. I had a quick argument with myself regarding whether I should try to get Benjiman cleaned up as well. I was afraid that if I tried to wash him off, he'd wake up and think I was trying to molest him. On the other hand, what if he woke up and realized he was covered in cum?

I finally decided to get him cleaned up as much as possible. I ran a pan full of warm water and a wash cloth and went back to the bedroom. I pulled the blankets to the side and began to quickly wipe down the boy's back and buttocks. As I cleaned my cum from his crack, he moaned quietly and actually opened his legs wider. I thought he might have been awakened, but a small snore assured me that he'd slept through his bath. He must have been totally exhausted to sleep so soundly, but I was glad he did. With his legs opened, I could see the rosebud surrounding his hole and my cock began to swell again. I quickly pulled the blankets back into place and went to empty the pan of bath water before I did something I shouldn't.

The memories of the night before had gotten me aroused AGAIN. I stacked my last armload of wood and walked to the house with a raging hard on.

I entered the mud room through the back door (quietly, in case the boy was still asleep) and removed my boots before padding across to the kitchen door. Through the window of the door, I could see my guest sitting at my desk. He was leafing through a stack of my drawings and even from outside the door I could tell that he was casually stroking his cock. He must have enjoyed the drawings because there were small puddles of pre-cum on the floor between his feet. The shirt I'd left for him to use was opened and gave me a good view of his lean, smooth body- and, again, my dick lurched in my pants at the sight.

I quietly opened the kitchen door and stepped inside, enjoying the view.

Finally, I could stand it no longer and spoke up. "They can really get to you, can't they?"

The boy jumped like he'd been jabbed with a cattle prod and knocked a stack of pictures off the desktop as he whirled around. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to snoop -- I mean, they were just laying on top of the desk!"

He held out both hands in a desperate appeal, causing his "robe" to pull completely open and I felt my cock jump again. If things kept on like this I was going to cum in my pants without even touching myself.

The boy continued to apologize, but I waved him down. "It's okay! It's okay! You haven't done anything wrong. If I was worried about anyone seeing those drawings, I'd have put them somewhere out of sight."

I moved to the counter and grabbed a couple of paper towels. I moved over to where the boy was standing and knelt at his feet to clean his pre-cum off the floor. As I turned I accidentally brushed against his cock with my cheek, which caused another ribbon of precum to flow to the floor.

"Well, hello there good looking." I said and tapped the top of his cock with my forefinger. "May I?" I asked permission.

"Uhhmmm, uh, sure." He answered.

I placed my hands on his ass and place my mouth on the head of his cock, rubbing the underside of his dickhead with my tongue. Soon he was moaning out loud and dribbling pre-cum non-stop- and it tasted DELICIOUS.

I pulled back slightly in order to look up and ask him "Do you like that?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" he replied.

"Great!" I said and returned my attention to his dick. I couldn't resist anymore and quickly deep throated his sweet piece of meat. It felt SO GOOD sliding between my lips and bumping against the back of my throat. Once I had him completely engulfed, I continued to push, burying my nose into his wiry bush. His smell was intoxicating and I inhaled deeply enjoying the musky scent of his crotch.

After letting his dick soak for a few minutes, I began to work my throat and tongue -- massaging his cock with my throat muscles and sliding my tongue along the underside. His groans were coming one after the other and he reached down and took my head in his hands, trying to pull me even tighter against his crotch.

I was in heaven! Such a sweet, beautiful cock and a guy who knew how to treat a cock sucker. Oh yes! I lifted a hand and gave him a big thumbs up. Evidently he got my message because he took a firmer grip on my head and began to withdraw his dick from my throat. I didn't have time to miss his pole though, because once he withdrew as far as the head, he immediately began to slide back in.

He built up a nice smooth rhythm, in, out, in, out- his cock traveling from just inside my lips to slither back inside until it pushed against the back of my throat. SOOOOO WONDERFUL! I reached up and took a good hold on his nutsack and began to pull it downward. Firmly, but gently putting pressure on his sensitive scrotum.

He indicated his approval by speeding up his thrusts and trying to push deeper into my throat.

"I'm getting close!" he groaned.

At that, I rubbed the fingers of my free hand around the base of his cock and my lips, collecting some of the pre-cum and spit that had gathered there. I then rubbed the slippery mixture over my thumb and began to slip it between his ass cheeks. When I touched his puckered hole he gasped and I thought he was going to shoot his load right then, but he steadied himself and continued fucking my mouth. My nose was bumping his bush and at the same time, his balls were slapping against my chin -- I nearly lost control myself. I pushed my thumb against his anus with a little more pressure and it slipped right in.

The feel of my thumb in his ass caused Benji to lose it and he began to spurt into my mouth. Three, four, ... six, seven! Seven huge squirts of cum splattered against the inside of my mouth and I swallowed every drop. After such a long time without sex, I nearly shot my own load all over the floor that I'd just cleaned. I didn't though, I managed to control myself and pulled my mouth off his quickly deflating cock. The intensity of his orgasm must have surprised him because he nearly collapsed backward onto the desk chair.

I looked upward and asked, "Was it good for you?"

He didn't speak, but nodded jerkily almost as if he was still in the throes of his orgasm.

I stood up and extended my hand to shake, "I'm Dennis."

He took my hand and said "I'm Benjamin, Benji for short."

"I don't normally greet people this way," I said, "but you looked so great standing there I couldn't help myself!"

I offered him some of my homemade muffins and he dug right in. While he ate, I told him my side of what happened last night. Of how afraid I was that I found him too late and how happy I was when I realized that he was still alive. How I stripped him out of his wet, frozen clothes and tucked him into my bed. How I spent the night with my arms wrapped around him to give him as much of my warmth as I could. (I left out the part about cumming all over his ass and back.) I also took the opportunity to explain the situation with the roads and the snow plows and that he would probably be stuck with me for the next two or three days.

When I finished, he sat still for a minute and then said, "I don't really remember anything after I fell. I THINK I remember seeing headlights and trying to turn on my hazard lights. But, I wasn't sure if what I saw was even real..." His voice broke and tears filled his eyes, "I thought I was going to die!"

I moved over in front of him and put my arms around his shoulders. In return, he lay his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly. We sat like that for several long seconds before he drew back and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my face toward his and took a chance on kissing his lips softly. He leaned into the kiss so I gently pushed my tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth and sucked it inside.

What started as a relatively minor kiss quickly devolved into a heavy make out session. When I slipped my hands underneath his "robe", I couldn't believe how soft and smooth his skin was. And when I slipped my hand between his legs, I could tell that he was already getting hard again and ready for another round.

I took his hand and started to walk toward the bedroom. "Why don't we go someplace a bit more comfortable?" I said.

When we got to the bedroom, I turned and took him in my arms. After a few moments of tongue wrestling, he pulled off my shirt and began working my nipples and chest. I slid my hands down and began to squeeze and fondle his ass. He pushed forward into me and I let him push me back against the side of the bed.

When I felt the bed behind my knees, I sat down and opened my legs. He immediately knelt and took off my socks. He then began to rub his face against the front of my jeans, paying special attention to the wet spot cause by my seriously leaking cock.

When he unbuckled my belt and pants, I lifted my ass off the bed and he pulled my pants down and completely off. With no hesitation, he took my dick in his wet mouth and immediately slid down to the base. I could tell that he didn't have a lot of experience with sucking dick, but he seemed to be a natural- using his tongue, lips and even his teeth to gently stimulate my cock. After a few moments, I felt him make a swallowing motion and my dick slid even deeper into his throat.

I felt like I was in heaven! Such a hot, wet, TALENTED mouth! I had to stop him before I blew my load.

"Easy, buddy! Easy! It's been a long time and I'm about to cum already." I said.

He pulled his mouth off my cock and worked his way back up my body. He lay on top of me and we continued to kiss and grind our cocks against each other. After a few seconds he slid further upward until his ass was above my cock. He then pushed back against it, pressing his tight asshole against the head of my raging hard-on. I applied some pressure of my own and felt the wet head of my cock begin to ease its way inside his hole -- but he pulled off and said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but I think we need some more lube."

I moved from under him and got out of bed. The bottom drawer of the dresser was where I kept my toys, condoms and lube. I pulled out a tube of Ultra-Glide and held it up.

"This should do the trick." I said. "But first, I want to add a bit of my OWN lube to your hole."

I had him get up on his hands and knees across the bed. I then placed a hand on each side of his ass and separated his cheeks. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT! His tiny rosebud hole surrounded by the creamy flesh of his beautiful ass. I rubbed my face all over his ass, scrubbing it with my beard and kissing every inch. I used the flat of my tongue to wash his crack with broad, slow strokes. When I used the tip of my tongue to tickle his hole -- he let out a whimper...

When I stiffened my tongue and pushed inside his tight ass ring, his whimper became a deep, full throated moan. "Yes! Yes daddy! Fuck my ass daddy -- please! Fuck me with your tongue! I rimmed and licked his hole as deep as I could, getting it wet and loose before slipping my finger in, alongside my tongue.

"Oh god -- yes! Don't stop! Please fuck me daddy!" I continued licking, rimming and poking with my finger, soon I added a second finger and finally a third. He was groaning and clutching at my pillowcase, pushing back against my fingers -- not to try to expel them, but to get them as deep into his ass as he could.

I pulled my tongue out of his hole and leaned forward to kiss him. "Do you really want me to fuck you"? I asked. "Because I really, REALLY want to fuck you. I want to push my dick as far inside you as I can get and fuck you until I can't stand it anymore. I want to shoot my cum up your ass and then watch as it dribbles out of your sweet boy hole!"

I opened the tube of lube and rubbed a generous dollop over my cock. I squeezed another generous amount over and around his loose, wet hole and rubbed it inside with my fingers.

"Oh! Yes Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me deep! I want to feel your cum running out of my ass!"

"Please Daddy! I need to feel your thick cock in my ass! I need you to fuck me! Now! Please Daddy, fuck my ass!" he cried as he bucked and jumped from the pleasure he was receiving.

"Yes, son" I spoke softly into his ear. When I felt he was slick enough, I placed the head of my dick against his ass ring and began to push -- slowly, but firmly. I held onto his waist and pulled him back onto my invading pole.

I was about to go crazy with desire. I wanted nothing more than to slam my dick as deep and as hard as I could into his boy pussy, but I maintained my composure. I continued to slide in deeper and deeper. Slowly, stopping often to let the boy adjust to the pressure. After what seemed forever, my pubic hair scrubbed against his ring and my balls were pressed against his taint. After enjoying the feeling of his warm guts for a few seconds, I began to withdraw- slowly, slowly...

We fucked slowly like that for quite a while, giving him time to adjust to the thick dick sliding in and out of his ass. Eventually, however, I began to speed up, a little at a time until I really was slapping my balls against his ass.

Finally, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I reached around and took his streaming dick in my hand and began to jack him with the same rhythm I was fucking his ass.

"I'm almost there Son! Daddy is just about to shoot his cum up your ass! Is that what you want? Do you want Daddy's cum?"

"YES! DADDY!" He yelled as I began a final assault on his ass. "Give me your cum daddy! Give me your cum! Shoot it deep into my ass! Breed me! Daddy, PLEASE, I need your cum!"

After just a few more thrusts, I said, "That's it! I'm coming boy! Daddy's giving your his cum! His encouragement pushed me over the edge and I grunted and slammed my dick into his ass with enough force to nearly knock him off his hands and knees. I held his hips smashed against my crotch and it seemed as if he was trying to force my balls into his hole along with my dick. "Oh yes, baby -- that was the nicest fuck I've had in years!" I said.

I guess the force of my orgasm was more than he could bear and he began to shoot his own load- over my hand, the sheets, even over the edge of the bed onto the floor. It was EVERYWHERE -- and I loved it.

I have to admit that I fell asleep almost immediately. The stress and strain of the night before, plus the exertion of splitting wood and finally such an intense sexual encounter was just too much for me. I could tell that Benji was trying to tell me something, but I was sound asleep before he could get it out.

Epilogue

That was over five years ago. Benji DID get the job in Plattsburgh, but he didn't move to Plattsburgh- he lives with me now. I can't begin to describe the ways he has made my life better. The joy of having someone to come home to at the end of the day. Watching him learn how to care for the animals and do chores around the house. Being proud when he earns a bonus at work for being so good at his job. And also, for being the best lover any man could ever hope for. Thank God, I saw those hazard lights.

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