Snowed In

Snowed In by Sweetaboo

At just six o'clock, the sun had been down now for over three hours and it would be another 16 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 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. I don't mind dog spit, actually, especially if it comes to me via my man's lips, rough stubble, and wind-chilled, leather-like skin.

"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 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 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. "We can work through this. Please don't leave me."

"Just listen to me," I said, sitting down on the sofa. "I know this sounds weird as fuck. But I was getting off by what I saw."

"I don't understand," Jeff said.

"I don't know why," I continued. "But seeing you fuck her turned me on like nothing that's ever turned me on before!"

He laughed.

"Really?" he said.

"Yeah, really." I said. "I think that's great if you want to fuck women. I wouldn't mind walking in on that more often, actually."

He grinned ear-to-ear, as if he had been liberated somehow.

"You're really cool with that?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "In fact, I might want try it too."

Three months went by. It was now March and the deep snow pack from that big December snow still remained. I pulled into the driveway, fresh from the Hawaiian cruise that my mother, sister, and I finally took. I walked into the cabin and was greeted by Jeff, sitting on the sofa, watching television, and drinking a beer.

"Did you have a good trip?" he asked.

"Oh did I ever," I said.

I sat down.

"And you?" I smiled, hoping to hear wild tales of ravenous heterosexual sex.

"I don't know how to tell you this," he said.

"Okay," I said.

"I think I really like Katie," he said. "She spent most the time you were gone here with me at the cabin."

"So where does that leave us?" I asked.

"I don't know," he answered. "I know I don't want you to leave. I still love you."

"I guess we can figure it out as we go along," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "Now come here."

With that, he took me in his arms and kissed me. He took my breath away.

"So," I said with a smile, "I want details."

He went on to tell me all about their week at our cabin together. They had sex several times in one day. They sat by the fire and cuddled together. They showered together. They slept together. He discussed how talented her tongue was at pleasuring his cock. He said she is 23 years old and has daddy issues. With each lurid detail, I felt myself shiver with excitement.

It made the welcome-home sex we had that much more exciting!

Three months later. It was now June. Tourist season. I was working at the gun shop, where I began to notice the women that would visit the store wearing skimpy summer clothing. I saw myself staring just a little longer at the asses and the titties. I felt my cock throb at the thought of fucking my first pussy.

Then, she came in.

Amanda.

"Hi," she said.

"What can I do for you?" I said with a big grin.

"Well, it's my first time up here and I thought I'd try some hunting," she said.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Mount Juliet, Tennessee," she answered.

"Really," I said. "I'm from Lebanon!"

"Oh my God," she said, "We're practically neighbors!"

"So," I asked. "Are you here by yourself?"

"Yeah," she said. "I've always wanted to visit Alaska. So I just got on a plane and headed up here."

"Yeah that's kind of how it was for me too," I said.

The two of us just stood there and smiled at each other for a minute.

"Say," I said nervously, "You ever heard of combat fishing on the Kenai?"

"No," she answered.

"Why don't I take you?" I asked.

A few days later, Amanda and I headed down to the Kenai, where we rented a small cabin and did some salmon fishing. She was one hell of an outdoorswoman. We were a fairly perfect match.

That night (the grey twilight that passes for Alaska summer night, that is), she gave me my first kiss with a woman. I was blown away by the soft tenderness of her lips, the silkiness of her skin as I tenderly caressed her neck.

Then, after many overtures throughout the day, the moment came. I took off my shirt and gave her one more kiss. We looked at each other and knew what was to come next.

"I ain't never done this with a girl before," I confessed.

"You're a virgin?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I'm uhh...I'm gay."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You sure as hell don't kiss like a gay guy!"

"Well, here's the thing," I said. "I don't think I'm quite as gay as I thought I was. I think I like girls too."

"Thank you for being honest with me," she said.

Slowly, I undressed, revealing my fully naked body to her. I slipped her clothes off as well, revealing first her breasts, and, finally, the beatiful pink pussy between her loins.

"So how does this work?" I asked. A genuine question.

"Just play with my titties for a little while," she said, "till I tell you to move down."

I took hold of her beautiful soft but firm breasts and played with them. Then, I took them in my mouth and sucked on them, not unlike the way I sucked Jeff's huge cock.

After a considerable amount of foreplay, we were both ready to move downtown.

I laid back and allowed her to take my cock into her mouth.

"You're uncut!" she said with a smile.

I felt her lips touch the head before my cock was slowly engulfed in her mouth. She gingerly moved up and down my rock-hard shaft, her tongue complimenting the sucking that my throbbing member endured.

That's right, I reflected. A girl was actually sucking my dick! And I was actually loving it!

It was now my turn to face the music, as it were.

She laid back and spread her legs wide open, revealing to me for the first time in my life, female genitals. It was strange, yet exciting. My heart was throbbing. My cock ached from excitement.

I placed a finger between her lips, exploring this stange and fascinating organ. I found what I believed to be her clit. I looked up at her and smiled.

"Right here?" I asked.

"That's the spot," she replied.

I played with it for a few minutes, watching and feeling it distend and slowly become erect. Then, I moved my fingers down to explore the inside of her. She began to moan at first. Then, uncontainable whimpers as I moved my finger in and out of her. I put my tongue to her sweet, wet vagina and played with every fold, bump, and orifice.

Finally, the big moment had arrived.

She laid back and opened her legs. Nervous as all hell, I took hold of my throbbing cock and aimed for what I thought was the hole. I missed. We both laughed.

She took hold of my cock and guided it into her. Then, once secure inside her, I took hold of her legs and began my thrusts-- my first as a man fucking a woman.

I felt the firm grip of her pussy walls around my cock as I pistoned myself in and out of her. She began to whimper before finally letting go with animalistic wails. In my excitement, I pounded deeper and deeper, harder and harder.

Finally, I came. Shooting my healthy and voluminous load into her love tunnel. I felt the cum shoot through me and into her for so long that I could only imagine the mess it would have made if I shot this load outside of her.

Amanda flew back to Tennessee, but we kept in touch, texting and talking on the phone daily. A pregnancy test was negative, to both of our relief. Three months later, it was September. The short and sweet summer was gone and it was now well into fall. The ground at the cabin was an orange and yellow mess of leaves and there was that chill in the air that meant the coming of another very long and brutal winter.

I came home from work to see Jeff and Katie cuddled up on the couch like a couple of teenage love birds. I smiled.

"Don't let me interrupt anything," I said.

"Actually, I was just leaving," Katie said.

With that, she gave Jeff a kiss and walked out.

When she was gone, I grabbed a beer and sat down next to Jeff.

"Why did she leave in such a hurry?" I asked.

"Because you and I have to talk," Jeff said.

"Eric," he said, "Katie and I are getting married. We're gonna start a family together."

"Really?" I asked.

"That's right," he said. "That means..."

"I know what that means," I said. "And I think that's great. I'm happy for y'all."

"It's not that I don't love you," he said. "But things are different now."

"I know," I said.

"And one other thing," he said. "I'll answer one last question about my sex with Katie. Because after that, anything me and Katie do is a private matter between a man and his wife."

"Okay," I said. "When you're fucking her, do you think of me?"

"No," he said. "Not anymore."

I nodded.

"Did you think of me when you fucked Amanda?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I didn't. She got me off all by herself."

We both laughed.

"Well, I guess that makes us just a couple of guys who like women, doesn't it?" he said.

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "I guess it does."