Snow on the Mountain- Six and Final
By Bald Hairy Man, e mail bldhrymn@aol.com
This is the final installment of the story. Drop me an e mail if you would like more. Any ideas or situations you might like to see explored?
I had never thought of an asshole as being sexually stimulating. But Bill, on his back, covered in oils, with his rock hard cock glistening, with pre cum and what ever came out of Skeeter's ass dripping from his cock head, and his ass, wide open, twitching with the rosebud all but winking at me was more than stimulating. I leaned into him, with his legs on my shoulders, and hands rubbing the oil slicked hair on his chest. My piss slit touched his rose bud.
"Do you want me to let you in easy or fight it?" Bill asked.
"Fight it!" I said. I pressed hard. He tightened his ass. I pulled back a bit, and he tightened even more. I tried to force my oozing meat through the powerful muscles, and got stiff resistance. I we had not been so lubricated it might have been painful. It was intensely exciting for him and me.
Pedro suddenly cried. "I'm shooting!" Bill lost his concentration, and my cock was deeply lodged in his ass. I was unprepared for the silky warmth of his chute, firm, but almost tender. Bill gasped, and I saw a thick ribbon of pre cum spurt from his fully engorged cock. I was as close to climaxing as he was and I didn't pump. I just kept it deep and waited for the immediate desire to shoot to pass. I waited a minute.
"That was no fair, I wasn't paying attention." He said.
"Be a man!" I said as I began to pump my cock in and out. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"Shit no!" Bill said, and to emphasized this he squeezed his sphincter muscle. I had never fucked a man I was as attracted to as much as Bill, and to see this extraordinary hunk of man squirming in sexual ecstacy skewered on my cock kept my cock bloated. His ass was responsive, muscles contracting, the entire chute massaging my increasingly tender penis. I noticed that quite small movements of my cock were making his moan and ooze .I knew that the inside of his rectum had to have been as sensitive as the outside of my cock. I responded to every twitch in his ass, he to every movement of my cock. We came together. The orgasm seemed to last forever. I collapsed in his arms.
We rested and watched Sherry's slow massaging of Mike's ass. He had two fingers in. "Just pop it in!" Skeeter suggested.
"He's not open enough,." Sherry said. "Nothing ruins a good fuck than a guy wincing in pain."
"I thought guys paid extra for that." Ronnie joked. "I think we need a graduated response, as the Pentagon calls it. Lets start with a small cock and, and ease him into bigger ones."
"How does that sound, Mike?" Sherry asked. Sherry had just given Mike's prostate a squeeze and he was in no condition to answer fo a while.
"I don't know about this." Bubba said. "Mike's not that experienced." Bubba was pinching Mike's tits as Sherry massaged his prostate. " I'm not sure he's thinking straight now."
"You can think straight." Sherry said.
"Actually, I think that a nice fucking by a few of his best friends, might be almost relaxing for him now." Bubba said. With that comment, Sherry let go of Mike's prostate , and Jimmy rammed his meat in Mike's ass. Jimmy was a fast fucker, and he shot his load into Mike's ass as fast as he could. Ronnie entered as soon a Jimmy left. He slid his cock in slowly and effortlessly.
"You have relaxed, haven't you?" Ronnie asked.
"A bit." Mike said, "At least I can breath!"
"Sherry does things with a prostate that should be outlawed by the congress. Really enjoyable, but too much to take in and still function." Ronnie said. "He did that to me for an hour once, lucky I didn't die of oxygen depravation. Every time I was ready to take a breath he squeezed again!" Skeeter came up.
"Don't bore that guy. You're fucking ass, not making tea!" Skeeter said. "Put some energy into it." He maneuvered Ronnie aside and got his cock in Mike's hole.
"You know Mike, if I had my drothers, I'd always be the third or fourth guy in line to fuck. I love an ass that's been warmed up, and lubed up. It's hard to believe that cum is as slippery as it is. It makes for a nice ride." Skeeter said. Mike's cock was oozing buckets of pre cum. "Looks like it might be good for you too?"
"Good and getting better." Mike said.
"Bill, get over here!" Bubba said. "I think our boy is ready for another step up the ladder of love."
"Just a minute! I'm not done yet." Skeeter said. He picked up his pace and climaxed. Bill had just dropped a load when I fucked him. But he was at more than half staff, when he entered Mike's ass. The cum and oil lubricated hole could not have resisted any cock. Bill was laid back when he entered, but clearly got into the swing of things. As his excitement grew so did Mike's.
Bill began to twitch as he filled Mike. Sherry was next.
"For the life of me, Mike, I can't understand how you took me so easily last night, and are so tight today." Sherry said. Sherry rested his cock head at Mike's hole. In one movement he buried the entire shaft in the quivering ass. He didn't wait for the chute to get accustomed to the meat, he began to pump and ram his cock in the ass over and over again. It was a savage fucking, and I was worried about Mike until I saw his cock shoot hands free. Sherry came as soon as Mike shot off.
I was on my back on the bed enjoying the scene. The next thing I knew, the room was dark and quiet. I reached for my watch. It was 6:30 in the morning. I got up and went to the bathroom. I tried the hot water, and it was plentiful, so I took a shower. I dried off and went back to bed. I had apparently spent the night with Skeeter. I dozed off again.
I woke again at 7:15 and the room was stirring. I called the front desk and got Sherry.
"The storm is over." He said. "VDOT will have the interstate open by noon."
"This is one time I wouldn't have minded some inefficiency on the part of the Highway department." I said.
"No such luck!" Sherry said. "Don't rush down for breakfast, for some reason Pedro didn't get an early start today."
I told the rest of the men the bad news.
"Well the storm couldn't last forever." Bill said. "But it was great while it lasted."
"I'm not sure I have ever enjoyed myself so much." Skeeter said.
"There's a lot fo shoveling and plowing in out future." Ronnie volunteered.
"You know." I said, "I wasn't a virgin before this storm, but no has ever been less of a virgin than I am now."
"Longing for past virtues?" Bill asked.
"More like regretting lost opportunities, I'm afraid." I said.
"Years ago we had a storm like this in Harrisonburg." Mike said. "We lost electricity and were off from school for a week. When we got back to school the English teacher made us right an essay an what we learned from the storm."
"I bet you wrote "I like to take it in the ass, and I don't mind sucking cock either!" Jimmy suggested.
"I didn't then, but I could now!" Mike said. "Does anyone thing we went too far?"
"I felt like a kid in a big toy box. Lots of fun, lots of good times." Bill said. "It's just that the toys are attached to friends."
"Ain't it great that the toy has as much fun as the boy playing with it." Skeeter said. "And my toy is still ready for action!" Skeeter was next to me, so I began to suck him. I deep throated him, and when I pulled off, he rewarded me with a gob of pre cum. He began sucking me and we were lost in our mutual entertainment. I was vaguely aware that the other guys were doing the same thing. Then Jimmy let out an incredible moan. A deep , guttural moan that was pure animal lust. I realized that Bubba was fucking him again. Skeeter and I stopped our sucking and watched.
Bubba was deep dicking Jimmy. He pulled all the way out then poked only the cock head into the hole several times in quick succession before he went in deep. Jimmy really wanted the deep thrusts, so the head play was a tease that made him hotter and more eager for the ramming that would follow. Every time Bubba's entire cock vanished into the hole, Jimmy would growl involuntarily.. Bubba's long, down turned cock could hit Jimmy's 100% spot every time he wanted, but Bubba liked to get Jimmy desperate by cock massaging less sensitive parts of the chute. Jimmy would be begging before Bubba hit the magic spot again.
We were standing and watching the exhibition when I felt a cock at my ass crack. It was Bill. "Bend over!" He said. I did and my ass was filled with his wonderful cock. I straightened up squeezing Bill's meat in my ass. Ronnie was fucking Mike, next to us, and Skeeter got to the floor between us first sucking my cock, then Mike's.
"Get closer so I can suck both of your cocks." Skeeter said. Ronnie sort of lifted Mike up and moved a step closer. Skeeter had both of our cock heads in his mouth. Bill's cock was thick, but as he got more excited it continued to swell. The head was so bloated now that I could feel it slide up and down inside my ass.
I was kissing Mike. Bill was nibbling at my ear as he pumped. "I'm close," I moaned. Just then Bubba went deep and kept it there. Jimmy let out a continuous growl. I glanced over and saw Jimmy's cock shoot. It hit the wall above the bed. I exploded. Mike exploded. Bill and Ronnie shot. Skeeter had Mike and my cock heads in his mouth so he took a double load of cock cream.
For the second time since the storm started we had a simultaneous orgasm. I felt sorry for Skeeter who was still cleaning the cum as it dribbled from our cocks. But when I looked down , I saw that his cock looked as if it had been frosted with sperm. He had shot too. We all stayed still for a few moments relaxing and enjoying the final spasms . Bill's cock was still exciting as it contracted while in my ass.
Skeeter stood and smiled. There was some sperm on his thick beard. He opened his mouth to talk, and we saw that he hadn't swallowed, We kissed and I tasted the milky juice.
"Hey, share the wealth!" Bill said. We broke off the kiss and Skeeter and Bill embraced. I dropped to my knees and cleaned up Skeeter. He must have cum when his cock was straight up. The head and shaft were completely coated in cream, and some had run into his pubic hair, but most ran over his balls. I had been so taken with Bill's bull balls, I had never looked at Skeeter's pair. After his orgasm, they were hanging nice and low. I got them both in my mouth and licked them. Skeeter's cock rose in appreciation.
We all took a shower. Bill, Ronnie, Skeeter and I shared one, Jimmy, Bubba and Mike the shower in Sherry's room. Bill and I were talking about the schedule for shoveling and enjoying the hot water. I had rarely felt so relaxed. Skeeter slipped up behind me and worked his cock in my ass. I was surprised that I could still carry on a conversation with Bill, in spite of the increasingly pleasurable sensations. Skeeter stopped, had a few spasms, and withdrew.
"That looks awfully good!" Ronnie said. "Would you mind helping out another friend?"
"Don't be shy." I said. Ronnie anticipated my response and is cock was at the hole. He went deep in a single thrust.
"Whoaaaa!" I said. "Shit, that's good!"
"You know, I think that if we had a month or two of practice we could get this man sex thing down to a science." Ronnie said. "We could keep on doing it until we get it perfect. Like Bubba and Jimmy."
"Well we've done as much as you can do in three days!" Bill said. "Or at least I can't think of anything else to do."
"I can." Skeeter said, with a sly smile.
"I bet you can!" Ronnie said. "Who would ever believe that you could find a group of nine men, on a mountain top in a snow storm, who could meet, strip and fuck themselves silly with in two hours, and then keep it up for two days. Short of having Elvis appear in a cloud and join up with his cock spewing rock n' roll cum, it couldn't have been any better."
"Rock n' Roll cum!" Bill exclaimed. "Where in Hell do you come up with these things! I am deeply worried about your mind, Ronnie."
"It's as if we were destined to be here." Ronnie continued. "Oh, shit , I'm shooting!"
"For a Baptist boy, I think you may be backsliding into Presbyterianism!" Bill exclaimed. "Destined to be here!"
The storm was over, and, as it turned out, so was the sex. Breakfast was followed by four hours of shoveling and plowing. We all needed to get home. We exchanged phone numbers, but knew that the circumstances of the last few day would be almost impossible to reproduce. It was over, and we left with brief good byes.