The storm

It had started to snow about 10:00 pm. The flakes were huge and it was building up fast. As it did, the temperature took a nose dive. The weather man let us know that it would be a big one. I showered and went to bed. Saturday would mean digging out. As long as the power stayed on, everything would be all right.

At 1:30 am, I was awakened by a pounding on the front door. My groggy state caused me to take some time to cross the small house to the front. I switched on the light to find a former student, John, standing on the porch. The storm had heightened and he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He must have been freezing. I opened the door to find him totally d***k missing one shoe. Pulling him in, he mumbled,"I'm getting snow all over your rug." He was rather disorientated from all the booze. It seems that people had been buying him Tequilla shots and he had eaten the worm. This on top of a considerable amount beer. He would be sick in the morning.

When I asked him what he was doing, he said that his parents had gone to Chicago for the weekend and he was still on winter break. They didn't trust him to stay at home so he was staying with his b*****r who lived in an upper apartment four blocks down the street. He and his b*****r got separated and he hitched a ride to his b*****rs with an old girlfriend. When he couldn't get it up, she left him at the house. It was locked and he had no key. He had no idea where his shoe, his shirt, his coat, and his wallet were. Worse still he had lost one contact lens and his squint with one eye made him appear more comical than pathetic.

By now the snow was melting in his clothes and his teeth chattered. He announced that he had to piss. I led him to the bathroom and closed the door. He pissed for what seemed to be an eternity, a constant steady stream.

John was taller and bigger than I. When he opened the door, he had taken off his T-shirt and jeans. He stood there in piss stained white boxers. He held his clothes up saying, "Where can I put these?" I took them to the utility room and hung them near the furnace to dry. When I returned, he was still standing in the bathroom door leaning on the door frame. He had grown since he had been in my Shakespeare class. His shoulders were broader and his body more muscular. I gave him an old robe which barely fit around his shoulders. My room was opposite the bathroom. There was a small study with a daybed next to the bathroom. I led John into the study and turned down the daybed. He still shivered. I helped him to crawl in and covered him. I'm not sure whether he slept or passed out. Either way, he was quiet and covered. I tried to call his b*****r, but there was no answer. There was nothing to do but go to bed myself. But first I checked on John. The piss stained boxers lay on the floor. I picked them up and held them to my nose. They smelled of sweat and musk. I carried them into the bedroom and crawled into bed.

I awoke with a start. The ceiling light was on. I normally slept on my stomach facing away from the door. I felt him crawl into my bed with me. I raised up slightly, he had shed his robe. His flacid penis hung long over a pair of very heavy, very hairy balls. His hair was tussled and he wore a stupid grin. He said, "I got lonely in there. I'm going to sl**p with you. I hope that it is all right." I didn't dare turn over since my own penis was far from flacid. I was wearing a sl**pshirt and, as usual, no underwear. I lay still, his breathing grew more regular. He snored softly. When I thought it was safe, I got up to turn out the light. When I climbed back into bed, I saw that he was on his back. One hand appeared to be on his cock. The other behind his head. I tried to sl**p again. I had just dozed off when I felt it. He had removed his hand from behind his head and used it to play with himself. His other hand had found my hard cock. I shivered. He said, "Don't worry! I won't hurt you." He leaned toward and kissed me, a long lingering kiss.

He threw the covers back and changed positions. He was on his side now and he took my throbbing prick into his mouth. He wasn't clumsy. He knew exactly what he was doing. He left my cock long enough to urge me to take his. It was salty and much to large for my mouth. I tried to copy his moves. Soon, I was shooting a load down his throat. He changed positions again, lifting my legs. He climbed over the top of me and planted his big cock back in my mouth while he licked my ass. After the initial shock of his tongue in my ass, I relaxed and enjoyed it. I gave even more effort to his monster cock. By now there was a steady stream of pre-cum flowing from the head. I swallowed the slightly sour juice. Then he arched his back. His dick shot 12 bursts, I counted them, down my willing throat. He relaxed a little. He rolled me onto my stomach and spread my legs. His tongue felt so good in my virgin ass. He spit wetting his fingers and inserted one into my ass. The surge of pain was terrific. I yelped. His calm voice told me to relax, breathe deeply, that I would learn to like it. After 10 long minutes my ass muscles relaxed. He inserted two fingers. John, the jock who had fucked all the girls, was finger fucking me. Then he found my prostrate. I cooed with pleasure as he milked a load out of me, not even touching my dick. I wondered if he would also fuck me. He seemed to understand saying that my ass would require a lot of work before he could get his cock in there.

Both emotionally exhausted, we fell asl**p. At 8:00 am. We awoke to a winter wonderland. The snow as more than two feet deep. I called John's b*****r again, still no answer. After a breakfast with two cum loads and appetizers, John's b*****r finally answered. He had come home at 10:00 and didn't find John. He had left the car at his girlfriends. The streets were impassable. John told him that everything was fine. He would come to the apartment after the streets were cleared. We both hoped that it would be a long time.




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Posted by mjkuhl
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2 years ago
your stories are amazing, please write & post the next part
2 years ago
I'd like to knock on your door too!!
2 years ago
Great Story!
2 years ago
Super hot story.
sdgpas
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3 years ago
I'd like to be John.
Sheean
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3 years ago
Hot story mate. Have to read rest of them.
3 years ago
Great story!
3 years ago
u write great stories dude!
3 years ago
Great story, mjkuhl. You gave me a boner.
Liberto
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3 years ago
Your stories are very good.
NBRay
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3 years ago
Wonderful tale....
jacquin001
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3 years ago
wow got me all excited and very hard had to jack off just to calm down thanks