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THE FROZEN LAKE
Living near a lake in the summer is nice, but living near it in the winter is what I love. It is invigorating to walk along the frozen banks and watch the sun come up. I love the feel of a bitter wind whip across the surface and pummel my body. I get a chill because it is cold, but more because it turns me on.
What I love most is being able to bring out my shantey onto the lake for ice fishing. There are a lot of people who do. It is a very peaceful time. Spent alone with your thoughts, wondering if you will catch anything or really hoping you don't. Just having special time alone is wonderful.
The fact that I find winter very sexual is surprising. I guess it would have to do with the fact that I have a very unique sexual fetish. I enjoy parkas. Not just any parkas. The snorkel parkas that we all had when we were kids. The fact that they are not around much anymore is frustrating for me, but I cope. I stll like lots of other types of jackets, but if I had a choice, it would be the flight satin nylon and orange quilted lining of a snorkel parka. I feel wonderful when I am dressed in one of my many. They are used a lot for ice fishing out on the lake. I guess fashion cannot do away with the practicality of them.
When ice fishing, it is a good idea to dress very warm. If you have ever sat out on a frozen lake for many hous, you would understand. I always had extra clothes stored in my shantey. It was a precaution that had proved to be wise several times in the past. I always hung a couple of extra snorkel parkas in the house with me, besides the one I was wearing. Sometimes they might get wet and you would need to change before frostbite set in. As I said before, it was a wise thing to do, and even a lucky thing once.
I had been on vacation that late November and went fishing a lot that week. I saw a lot of friends there and really enjoyed the tranquility. I even spotted this cute teen several times that week. We would say hi in passing and I always looked back. He was incredibly cute. I did admire his taste in clothes but he did lack the snorkel parka. Oh well, maybe they will be fashionable again someday. It was Friday and I went to the shantey for the fourth time that week. I plodded across the frozen lake in my fur lined Sorrell boots. It was not incredibly cold that day so I only wore jeans, instead of a layer of longjohns underneath. I set my cooler and grill down inside and settled in for the day. I put on the cd player and listened to Jimmy Buffett sing about the Carribean. I love him and his music, but I still prefer the cold harsh winter !!!
I sat back in my chair and lowered my line into the water. I pulled my down filled mittens back on and zipped up my n3b military snorkel parka. I pulled the plush fur lined hood up loosely on my head and closed my eyes. Silence. Pure silence. The soft tune of One Particular Harbor coming from the radio. I was in heaven. 'Knock...Knock...Knock... ' at my door. It figures. I was just in paradise and someone brought me back.
I got up and anchored my line. I opened the door and was stunned. The beautiful teenage boy I had been staring at all week was at my door. His dirty blonde hair stuck out from under his ski hat. His pale green eyes were magnificent and his white skinned cheeks were wind blown red.
"Hi, um....sorry to bother you, but I heard Jimmy Buffett on the radio and had to stop. I love him. " he said wide eyed
"Yeah so do I . I have a cd in. Wanna get in out of the cold for a little bit and enjoy some tunes?" I asked. I had no other intention at that moment other than to enjoy the music with a fellow fan.
He came inside and sat on the bench against the far wall. I went back to my seat and checked my line for bites. Nothing. I stared at my friend and introduced myself. " My name is John. Do you fish here often?"
"Well, no. I am staying with my grandparents while my mom and dad are in Europe on a trip. They didn't want to take me out of school. My name is Adam."
He was cute. His chin had a small dimple and his teeth were perfectly straight. He wore faded jeans and work boots. His hands were in the pockets of his black, hooded Starter jacket. It was a Charlotte Hornets Starter and it was zipped up halfway. on the left chest was a small logo of the team mascot and across the back there was a huge Hornet with a basketball. The lining of the jacket was teal blue. Under the hooded jacket he wore a white hooded sweatshirt. It had a Nike logo right under the neck. The strings hung down his chest. He was a slender boy. He was not thin but solid.
He sat and shivered a little. We chatted for a while about Jimmy Buffett and his music. After about an hour, I noticed his lips were turning blue. " You must be freezing!" I exclaimed." Your lips are blue.I can help you out." I arose and grabbed an olive green snorkel parka off of a hook. I carried it to him and told him to put it on. He tried to refuse but I insisted. I did not want this kid to freeze to death. I pulled him to his feet and spun him around. He pulled his sweatshirt hood and his jacket hood up onto his head. I opened the snorkel and he slid his arms into the parka. It was about two sizes bigger than he would normally wear so it fit well over the other jacket. As I pulled it up onto his shoulders, he leaned back a little. I paused and felt a warmth in my jeans I was very famliar with. He moaned softly. " That is nice, I am already warmer." He mumbled. I felt a strangeness come over me. I reached around the front of him and took ahold of the heavy silver zipper of the snorkel parka. With my mittens, I zipped it up his chest slowly. He moaned as the parka wrapped around his chest. When I got it about three quarters of the way up, I stopped. But I didn't move my hands away. I held his chest and he leaned into me. By now my cock was rock hard and struggling to be released. I wrapped my arms around the boy and savored his body aroma. I slid my mittens down into his lower pockets and groped his crotch. I could feel a solid piece of meat in his tight jeans. He gasped and pushed his ass into my crotch.
He slowly turned around and looked me right in the eye. I was awestruck. He was beautiful.He lips were moist and glistening. He reached up and pulled the fake fur trimmed hood onto his other hoods. He pulled the fur fully forward and leaned into me. He pressed his lips firmly to mine and exhaled. He pried my mouth open and slid his tongue along my teeth. Soon it was a full blown french kiss. I was tonguing this boy wearing my parka. I grasped at the parka with my mittens.
We kissed deeply for a long moment. I could not stop touching him.He moaned as I groped him . I could hear the scratching of the cold nylon as we held each other. He was a great kisser. I held him tight. My fantasy was happening. He pulled his lips from mine and looked at me in the eye with a passion I had never seen. He slowly started to lick his way down the front of my snorkel. He sucked on the stormflap loops and each button. He caressed my crotch all the way down. He was on his knees. Running his hands all over my bulging crotch. He pushed up my parka and started unzipping my fly. He reached his cold fingers in and pulled out my solid cock. The cold grip sent an incredibly erotic chill through me. He kissed the tip of my cock and looked up at me. He had a twinkle in his eye and then wrapped his warm mouth around it. I gasped. I watched this cute boy slowly slide down the length of my shaft. I am modestly hung at seven inches. Not to thick, and small balls. He soon had the entire shaft in his mouth. I fet is breath in my pubes and it made a chill run up my spine. I felt his throat muscles grip my cock. This kid was good.
I took ahold of the faux fur trim around his snorkel hood and gripped it tight. I pulled as hard as I could and shoved my cock as deep as I could get it in his throat. He never flinched. He moaned. My cock was twitching. I was gonna blow creme into his throat soon if this kept up. He knew it. He pulled off my shaft and smiled at me. He stood up and kissed me again. " I want you to fuck me sir. " He whispered. He started to lick the white fur trim around my hood. He stared into my eyes as he did. He licked and sucked on it. It was so ertic. He seemed to like snorkel parkas the way I did. He stepped back and sat in my reclyner. He spread his legs and ran his hand over his crotch. He took the top loop from his stormflap and chewed on it. He closed his eyes and moaned as he rubbed. I could see an outline of an enormous cock. I walked over and knealt down between his legs. I ran my down filled mittes along his crotch. He moaned loudly and licked his lips.
I undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans. As I pulled his zipper down, I saw no underwear. Just bare skin. Shaved skin. No pubes anywhere. HE was as smooth as a prepubescent boy. He smiled as I looked up at him. Instantly I dove down and started to suck on his massage cock. It had to be eight and a half inches. It was slender , but long. His balls were smooth and tight . I could feel precum oozing into my throat. His cock was the best thing I ever tasted. It was undescribable. It really tasted good. He wrapped his legs around my shoulders as I continued to suck his moist shaft. I could not believe how well this kid was hung. I was guessing he was only sixteen or so. He was smooth and hairless. He was also experienced. I did not want to stop sucking on his tool, but when he whispered, " Fuck my ass " I was so turned on. I let his cock pop from my wet mouth. It was so hard , it slapped against his parka and made a wet sound. We both looked at each other and started kissing again. Inside of our snorkel hoods our tongues made love. His fresh breath melted me.
I stood up and turned the heater in the shanty up a little. I pulled his jeans off all the way and left his boots on. He picked his legs up and spread them. I kneeled between them and looked at the most beautiful ass I ever saw. It was smooth . It was pink. It was tight. He puckered it and told me to fuck him. I slowly made my way towards the tight sphincter. It winked at me. I slowly licked around it. The heat coming from it was intense. My tongue darted around it and he tasted sweet. His aroma was of fresh scented soap and cologne. I pressed my tongue into his tight hole and he cried out softly. I licked his insides and massaged his pink hole with my tongue. He tightened his muscles around my tongue and released it several times. I licked him to the brink of cumming. I pulled my tongue out and looked up at him. He had the look of love and lust in his eyes.
I took my mitten and ran it along his hole. The softness made him whimper. He was ready. I eased my cock against his hole. The precum leaking from my cock dripped down his crack. HE grabbed the front of my parka and dug his fingers in. I slowly slid my cock into his tight muscle. He moaned and bit his lower lip softly. I began thrusting in and out slowly. Pulling out to the tip and sliding all the way back in. I pushed as far in as I could get. With each thrust he moaned louder. I kissed him. I kissed him hard. Our tongues made love. He held the back of my hooded head and kissed me deep. We were not fucking. We were making love. He pulled off my mouth and started to chew on my fur trim. HE took the corner of my snorkel hood into his mouth and sucked it hard. The white fur surrounded his nose and he inhaled deeply. When he sniffed I felt his ass tighten around my cock. I came to realize at that moment, that I had a snorkel parka lover in my arms. I fucked him faster. He tightened with every thrust. The juices were flowing and you could hear the sliding in and out. He moaned and sucked on m hood. He then took his own hood and chewed on it. He moved his face so the pile lining inside the snorkel hood would rub along his cheek.
I pushed deep into him until he felt it in his belly. He grunted and pulled my face to his. We kissed again and our tongues dueled. I felt his hard cock in between us start to thrust. I broke the kiss and leaned back as I fucked him. I watched his cock thrust white ropes of cum through the air and onto his parka. One, two , three , four , five gooey ropes of boy cum shooting all over himself and he wasn't stroking himself. The sage green parka had thick streams of juice running down the front as he moaned loudly and bit his lip. His cock pulsated several more times and shot three more globs out. I could not believe how much cum was now running down the front of the parka I loaned him earlier. Soon I could feel the that in my balls as they tightened. I started to pull my cock out, but he grabbed my hand. " No. Leave it in. Fuck me. Shoot inside me. Show me you love me. " he said in a low tone and serious look on his face." Make me your snorkel boy.Fuck me like a real parka man. " he said as he watched me intensely. This kid was incredible. He was what I had searched for my whole life. I went for it. I thrusted back into him and pushed as far as I could. He gasped when he felt my first blast of cum enter him. His stomach grew warm as I shot each additional laod into his tight hole. I cried out and sprayed more cum into him. I had never cum that hard or as many times. Each glob that shot deep into him was pure ecstasy. He whimpered and moaned and so did I. He gripped my parka and thrust his tongue into my mouth again.
We kissed like lovers and let his cum squish in between us. As our breathing slowed, we soflty kissed. We were spent. His legs were cold, so helped him put his jeans back on. He ran a finger tip through the steam of cum on the front of the parka and inserted it into my mouth. His juice tasted as good as he smelled.
I sat in the recliner and pulled him into my lap. We kissed again and rubbed parkas. I broke the kiss. " I need to ask, how old are you?" I was scared of the answer. " He looked at me and smiled. " I am nineteen.I know what you are thinking. I am not fifteen or sixteen. I have always been very young looking and I know guys like that. I dress like a young kid because I can and I like to.I like it when a guy treats me like I am young and inexperienced. I saw the way you would look at me when we passed and I knew what you liked was my "age" . I made up the story about my parents and grandparents. I just moved here. I figured it would be fun."
I sat there holding him and falling in love. He knew exacly what my mind was thinking . We were meant to be together, I was sure of it. " Now were you just acting on the parka thing?" I asked. " Oh definitely not. I have always loved snorkel parkas, and I have several myself. I never wear them out because they don't make me look as young . When I saw you wearing one, I got hard and said, there is a man I have to have. "
We laughed and kissed for several minutes after. He took off the parka loaned him and said, " I will clean this and get it back to you. " I took it from him and said that won't be necessary, I will keep it to remeber you by.". He took a step back. " Remember me by? I don't think so pal. I have no intentions of letting you go. You are just what I have always wanted and as long as I can turn you on like I did, I don't think you will let me go either, And besides , you haven't seen my collection of parkas yet!" He laughed ad so did I . I was in love with this kid and we both knew it. I am sure we are going to hava a lot more fun together this winer !!!!!
The End ????????
Again, I want to know what you think. I hope you enjoyed ths as much as I did writing it. I would love to hear from you and get your ideas for future installments. If you have a certain parka that turns you o, let me know. Describe it fully and I will put it in a future story. Also, if you have any kinky fantsies I want to know about it. I will use any idea you have. Write to n3b@hotmail.com.