Chapter 3
"Can you believe this shit?" Eddie asked, dropping the load of wood by the fireplace while Talbot closed the door. "Thank God there's wood out there and food in the cupboards. This certainly can't be the beginning of winter, can it?"
"Maybe it's the ending of last winter?" Talbot suggested, coming over by the fire. A few seconds at the door, letting Eddie in, had chilled him to the bone.
"Well, buddy, welcome to the new Ice Age," Eddie said, still not sufficiently warmed to remove his coat. "What, by the way, is for dinner?"
"Would you believe I found a large can of stewed chicken?"
"Stewed..."
"Yep. Chicken."
"What do we do, make a list of everything we use and pay up at the Ski Patrol hut back at the lodge?"
"Beats me!" Talbot admitted with a shrug. "However, that probably is the way it works. Actually, up until now, I've never had to dip into any emergency rations like these."
"Well, after this, we'll know procedure, won't we?" Eddie said, finally getting warm enough to think about taking off his coat.
"Somehow, I find that minor consolation," Talbot said, standing. He went over to add a few sticks of wood to the small cook stove on the other side of the room.
Eddie got up, too, finally getting around to removing his coat and gloves.
"Did you happen to notice how high the snow is out there?" Eddie asked, haphazardly opening cupboard doors to re-verify the fact that there was plenty of food on hand. He wanted to make doubly sure there was enough. No matter what the weatherman might have said about the prospect being unlikely, Eddie could see them being sealed up here for days on end. "In a few hours, the shit will be up to my ass."
"Just think, though. Days and days of fucking and sucking, while the snow piles up around us."
"That does sound really great, but..."
"Yeah, I do know what you mean," Talbot confessed. He found a can opener for the can of chicken. "I suppose they will send up a rescue team if this keeps on any longer. Let's face it, we probably weren't the only ones up here on the mountain."
"There were ten others when I signed us out," Eddie said, leaving off his investigation of cupboards to observe the whole chicken stuffed amid juicy aspic within the can.
"Well, they're certainly going to send out somebody looking if there are that many of us out here somewhere," Talbot said, transferring the open can from the counter to the top of the stove. The instructions had said to cook it in the can, once the lid had been removed.
"I don't want to put a pin in that balloon, but this looks to me like one of those storms wherein every newscaster announces that rescue teams can't be sent out until weather conditions and visibility improve."
"Locked up with a pessimist, am I?" Talbot said, shaking his head in mock concern. He flashed Eddie a smile. "Thank God, he's an attractive, bigcocked pessimist."
"Flattery will get you anything," Eddie said, smiling back. "You got anything better to do before dinner?"
"How about counting snowflakes?"
"How about my eating out your ass and then fucking it?"
"How about counting snowflakes?" Talbot repeated, his grin indicating he had no real intentions of passing up Eddie's offer.
"Want to count them in here or outside?"
"How about from over here?" Talbot suggested. "Where it's warm."
He knelt to untie the laces of his boots and to take them off. That completed, he stood and began to unfasten his belt.
"Why don't you bring over one of our sleeping bags and spread it out by the fire?" he said. "Actually, I would prefer a bear-skin rug. But, I'll obviously have to be content with compromise."
"I'd volunteer to go out hunting for a bear from which to make a rug. But I honestly think every bear for miles is probably well into hibernation by now."
"Well, are you going to come and get your appetizer?" Talbot asked. His pants and underpants were down. He was peeling off his sweater and T-shirt. "Or, are you going to wait around for the rescue?"
"What do you think?" Eddie asked, whipping the sleeping bag from the lower bunk and spreading it at Talbot's bare feet. "You make yourself comfortable and I'll be with you in a minute."
Talbot got down on the sleeping bag, lying on his belly, propping his chin on his fists.
"Maybe you should snap a picture of this for the family scrapbook, huh?" he suggested, burrowing his hard cock into the cushioning beneath his belly, watching Eddie strip.
He never got tired of watching Eddie strip. He never got tired of seeing Eddie's muscled, naked body. He never got tired of having that body join his in sex. He hoped he would never get tired of it, either. He would have hated to think he might someday not enjoy what he was now seeing. Oh, they would probably always remain friends -- sex or no sex. But, sex, really good sex, was harder than hell to find. And so far, sex with Eddie had always been good.
"If I'd known we were going to be here longer than usual, I would have brought along a few of my toys," Eddie said. He had recently begun to experiment in B&D.
His shirt and undershirt were off, revealing a muscled chest that seemed completely absent of hair, except for those few strands haloing his salmon-colored nipples.
There was actually a thin fuzz over all of his chest, but it was so fine, and bleached so white, it was usually completely invisible.
His abdominals seemed hairless, too, except for a line of blond strands that began at Eddie's indented navel and dropped to the more profuse fanning of the blond pubic hair veed at the boy's groin.
He was one of the few blonds Talbot had ever seen who had pubic hair exactly the same color as was on his head. Light blond curls surrounded the base of Eddie's cock: not one shade lighter nor one shade darker than the light-catching strands banged attractively over his forehead.
His cock, circumcised and sprouting a pulpy head atop a bulky neck, was hard. If Talbot didn't know better, he could have very well imagined that cock never going soft. Talbot had, in fact, never suggested sex to Eddie but that the boy hadn't been ready and had a stiff cock to prove it. Eddie, it seemed, could go horny at just the mention of sex. Which Talbot liked, since he was basically programmed the same way.
Talbot's cock was hard now, smashed between his hard belly and the cushioning offered by the sleeping bag beneath him. His cock was beginning to drool translucent juices -- a sure sign that Talbot's horniness was on the increase.
Eddie made a quick detour to check out the chicken in the can. He wanted to make sure it wasn't going to decide to boil over at an inconvenient moment.
Talbot took advantage of Eddie's change of direction to admire his companion's ass.
Eddie did seem to have it all, even down to a magnificent pair of buns that were neither too large nor too small. They were solid, too, and firm. They had dimples, one in each cheek, that would go deeper whenever Eddie was in the process of delivering any forward or downward thrusting of his hips during a fuck of asshole or mouth.
Content the meal was progressing without indications of impending catastrophe, Eddie turned his attention back to the awaiting Talbot. As he did so, he chanced another glance out the window. He didn't say anything about what he saw beyond the glass. There was no need. Talbot's eyes had followed Eddie's glance and had registered the same white curtain of windblown snow.
"At least we lucked out by being at a spot where there was shelter," Eddie said, coming over and getting down on his knees beside Talbot. He ran his right hand along the attractively muscled contours of Talbot's back, finally resting his fingers gently on the young man's ass. It was, after all, the ass in which Eddie was primarily interested. "Think of any poor sucker, caught out in this freak storm without any place to go. Jesus!"
He felt a shiver, even though there by the fire he was completely comfortable and free from the cold weather.
He shifted his position, slipping into the space he quickly found for himself between Talbot's open legs.
Eddie bowed his head to Talbot's ass, simultaneously using his hands to open the buns along their shared crease.
His nose found the asshole before his mouth did, smelling essence of young male clinging to the pucker and the bordering hair.
He licked, finding how easily the smells could be converted to tastes upon his tongue.
He rolled his tongue, put its tip to the pucker and slipped it through the sphincter ring. The flavors became more rich and tasty the deeper his tongue pushed.
He ejected a run of saliva through the funnel of his rolled tongue, wetting down the asshole in preparation for his cock which wouldn't be too long in following.
"Ohhhhhhh, yesssss!" Talbot hissed. "Buddy, you've got a tongue as long and as thick as an arm."
"You want me to show you what a real fist feels like?" Eddie asked, pulling his tongue free and leaving a glob of saliva over the winking eye of Talbot's asshole. "I guarantee you'll know the difference when you feel it."
"So, I take my observation back," Talbot said. "Because no fist ever did for me what your cock is capable of doing."
Eddie used his fingers to pry the asscheeks even wider apart. He then went back to licking and fucking the asshole with his long, slippery tongue.
Talbot went back to purely enjoying. He revolved his ass upward into Eddie's face, jiggling to help the way the tongue was working inside of his body.
Eddie continued licking until most of the tastes he was retrieving were the bland ones of his own spit. He then figured he had gotten the hole about as clean as he was going to get it for fucking. He had, also, fed it so much spit that every contraction of Talbot's anal muscles caused a bubbling of wet ooze to form at the small puckered opening.
Satisfied with a job obviously well done, Eddie came up for air.
"You know, I think I could lie here all night long and let that tongue of yours go wagging up my ass," Talbot said. His head was turned so his face was aimed toward the fire. He knew he had a holocaust beginning inside of him that could equal -- if not surpass -- the heat being coaxed from disintegrating wood fiber. "I'll bet if you were at it long enough I could even cum with you doing just that."
"Yeah, well you and I both know you'll be up to coming a hell of a lot faster with my cock shoved up your butt. Right?"
"Why don't you give it a try and we'll see," Talbot suggested.
Eddie sat back on his heels, letting Talbot's asscheeks fall back into place.
He spit several times into the palm of his right hand, smearing hot saliva over his erect cock. As he smeared, he simultaneously milked for additional natural lubricant. Together, spit and preseminal juices supplied a sticky slick that covered Eddie's cock from its pulpy head to its bulky balls.
When he figured his cock was more than capable of penetrating the hole he had already lined with had already lined with spit, Eddie wiped his hand off on Talbot's ass. He let his middle finger drift so close to the pucker that it took little effort to put the fingertip to that winked eye and shove into it.
"Sweeeet, Jessssssus!" Talbot groaned as the finger drove so deep, so fast, it was jabbing his prostate before he knew what in the hell was happening.
"Think you can come with just a finger up your ass?" Eddie asked, twisting the digit and stirring it in the spit up the asshole.
"I'm willing to try, if you would rather fart around fucking me with your finger instead of your hard cock," Talbot said. Actually, he rather enjoyed what the finger was doing to him. Oh, it wasn't as good as what a cock would be doing. A cock, after all, was bigger and not quite so unyielding in its hardness. However, there was a lot to be said for a finger. Just as there was a lot to be said for a tongue.
Talbot, though, preferred cock. Eddie preferred giving it. Since Eddie's cock was, by then, so hard it was almost painful, Eddie soon turned from teasing Talbot to offering him the real thing.
He pulled his finger free.
He came forward, yanking his cock into position with his right hand, while his left hand again brought the pucker into view for a sticking.
He nudged his pelvis more closely, toward Talbot's ass, working the head of his cock into the cupping pout of the pucker.
"Decided finally to get down to business, have you?" Talbot asked. His cock had leaked a large wet spot onto the sleeping bag beneath his belly.
"It's all been part of the business you and I have been about, hasn't it?" Eddie said. At the same time, his hips were pushing his cock so that its head was able to coax open the asshole and stick inside of it.
"Ugh!" Talbot grunted, consciously telling himself he had better relax as much as possible, or it was liable to be more painful than pleasurable when Eddie did stick his ass with that big cock of his.
The corona of Eddie's cock was inserted completely through the breached opening. The outer lips of Talbot's asshole were gumming tightly about that point of his cock where its head flared outward from its thick neck.
With his cock-head securely held in place by Talbot's asshole, Eddie no longer needed his hand to hold his cock in position. So he leaned forward slightly and worked both of his hands down beneath Talbot's hip bones and took hold.
"Ready?" Eddie asked.
Talbot knew what Eddie was planning to do. He knew that where there was now only the corona of the cock up his butt, there would soon be the total length of Eddie's stiff cock. Yes, it was to be one sudden and fast streamlining of hard cock up his rectum. And he was ready for it all right. Jesus, was he ready!
"Feed me your cock!" Talbot said, once again willing his ass to relax or face real damage in the face of the upcoming attack. "Stick me up to your hairy balls!"
Eddie obliged. He drove his thick inches hard and fast into his companion's tight asshole. He kept on driving until his lower belly collided with Talbot's butt with a resulting loud slap. His weight then collapsed his belly and chest fully along Talbot's ass and back. He ground his thick prick into place.
"Ahhhhhh... aggghhhhhh... aggghhbhh!" Talbot moaned, still not completely recovered from the pure, unadulterated shock of having so much cock plugged inside of him so quickly. If he wanted to say something decipherable, he wasn't succeeding. His voice disintegrated into a long, low hissing.
"That's what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" Eddie asked. His nipples were hard, gone tack-like against Talbot's back. His cock was hard, going even harder up the sheath Talbot's asshole had provided for it. "Yes, buddy, that is cock you've now got up your butt. Real, honest to goodness cock. Not tongue. Not finger. But, cock! Can you feel the difference? Can you tell the one from the other? No? Funny, because you could sure as hell talk with a tongue and finger up your asshole, while you seem to be having a bit of a speech problem now."
"Stud... bastard!" Talbot managed to get out finally. As he always did, he was quickly recovering from the shock of Eddie's plugging. His asshole, familiar with the contours of the hardness shoved inside of him, was quickly conforming to its crowded condition. "You... sexy... studly... Goddamned... hunky... bastard!"
"Compliments will get you everything you ever wanted," Eddie said. "Oh, yes, compliments will... oooohhhhhhggghhh!"
A sudden contraction of Talbot's asshole had clamped with almost painful intensity down around the total length of Eddie's cock. In fact, for a moment there, Eddie had actually thought the pressure had collapsed his prick to half its circumference and shot its length even deeper up the corridor it was so completely fucked into.
"Like that, do you?" Talbot asked, having gotten his breath back. He consciously tightened his anal muscles in another stranglehold, pleased when Eddie obliged him with yet another long, low grunt.
Despite the tightness of the asshole around the cock, however, Eddie felt at home up Talbot's rectum. Talbot, in turn, felt at home with Eddie's... cock stuck up there. For both young men, there was an abundance of pleasure to overshadow any discomfort to be had from the sticking and from the being stuck.
Eddie ground his muscled belly into Talbot's asscheeks, his pubic hair chafing the buns to a pinkness. Still holding to Talbot's hipbones, he raised, pulling his cock out of the ass far more slowly than he had put it there.
However, when his cock was pulled to the point where only its head was remaining inside of Talbot's body, Eddie was quick enough to shove total cock back home again. There was the resulting slap of his belly striking Talbot's ass. This time, though, Talbot's asshole was better prepared for the streamlining.
"Oh... Jesus... Jesus... Jesus," Talbot mumbled as one fuck-stroke was followed by another... and another... and another.
Eddie continued to fuck. Once started, it would have actually been hard for him not to. There was pleasure to be had here. And Eddie was gleaning more and more of it with each passing second.
Talbot brought his arms up to fold beneath his face, laying his cheek against a forearm and trying to focus dilated eyes on the continuing flames in the fireplace.
Jesus, but it was lovely for Talbot. He never could understand how some guys could never get turned on by getting fucked -- only by fucking. He certainly had known a few of those pseudo-butch studs in his lifetime. He never had been able to figure out what kind of hang-ups those poor bastards had that kept them from ever offering up their asses to another man's cock. They sure as hell had condemned themselves to missing out on one hell of a lot of pleasure. There were actually times when Talbot had trouble deciding from where he got more pleasure: from his ass plugged with cock, or from his cock plugging asshole.
He could feel the tauting of Eddie's belly and chest muscles against his ass and back. Feeling it turned him on even more. Because, he was always excited by the idea that his body was exciting someone else.
There was certainly no denying that Eddie was turned on. What's more, he was more turned on with each withdrawal of his erect cock to its head, and with each plugging of his cock up to his hairy balls.
Eddie's blond pubic hair mingled with the black hair grown along the crease of Talbot's fucked ass.
"Want a hand to fuck?" Eddie asked, feeling his pleasure on the rise. It wasn't going to be long now. And if Talbot was going to need any help getting to orgasm, it was going to have to come now.
Talbot, though, shook his head no. He wasn't going to need anything except what he was getting right then and there. Sometimes he was able to get off without anything besides a cock up his asshole. He thought this was going to be one of those times. Anyway, he certainly hoped it was going to be. Of course, it really wasn't as if his cock had been hanging in a vacuum all of this time, without contact with anything. Because, in fact, the swollen inches of it had been mashed between Talbot's hard belly and the sleeping bag. With each fuckstroke that had dropped Eddie down, against Talbot's body, the latter's cock was squashed and rolled... squeezed and teased. It wouldn't have been beyond saying it had been masturbated where it was, just as Eddie's cock was being masturbated where it was.
So, Talbot didn't need a hand to fist his cock. Even without the hand, he felt certain he would be right there to join Eddie when the moment of orgasm arrived. If not right there, he certainly wouldn't be all that far behind.
"Fuck me!" Talbot breathed huskily. "Fuck the funky shit out of me!"
Talbot's beggings acted as an audio aphrodisiac for the both of them.
Eddie ran his hands beneath Talbot's chest, finding hard nipples and pinching them.
"Yes... yes... Jesus... yes," Talbot moaned in appreciation, squirming as new sensations of pleasure were set loose inside of his ass.
His squirming stirred the cock up his asshole, allowing that prick to search out new angles of entrance and exit, drooling preseminal ooze wherever it went. The ooze acted as a soothing balm to anal tissue which had been turned red beneath the violence of the fucking.
Both were sweating. The heat from the fire and the heat burning at that moment inside of them were more than enough to counteract all of the cold awaiting just outside the closed door.
Their sheen of perspiration gave a glossiness to their flesh which was made thoroughly attractive within the existing lighting.
Eddie continued fucking. There was nothing else for him to do. His moves were actually quite out of his conscious realm of control at that moment, turned over to more primitive drive centers. Climax had suddenly become the prime motivating force in Eddie's life. And his body was somehow programmed to deliver.
His chest stuck to Talbot's back. His belly stuck to Talbot's ass. Although, his cock continued to move back and forth up and down not stuck at all.
There were other sexual sounds within the room beside the grunts and the groans from both participants. There was the continuing slap of belly against ass. There was the wet sound of cock stirring within an asshole filled with soupy spit and preseminal juices.
There were smells: of wood smoke, of sweat, of virile male studs in heat.
"Screw... screw... screw," Talbot chanted. He was then so consumed in his pleasure, he wondered if it were possible that Eddie's fucking was going to thrust Talbot into orgasm.
Talbot delivered a guttural growl, undecipherable despite the fact he had really meant to verbally forewarn that his nuts were on the very verge of releasing the reservoir of heady male cream until then held trapped within his balls.
Eddie's eruption, however, wasn't about to take second place. Even as Talbot was growling in warning, Eddie's cum had already been turned loose.
"Jesus, take it!" Eddie grunted, dropping his cock securely into place and screwing it to fit. "Take... my... cum... you... Jesus... oh, you... fucked stud... bastard... I'm commmmmmmming!"
He was coming all right! His exploding cock was buried to its erupting balls up Talbot's clutching asshole.
Spirals of soupy sperm were turned loose up the rectum, converging, flooding back over the cock which continued to feed cum into the hole.
Talbot's prostate was draped with wet curtains of slime.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit... shit!" Talbot shrieked, his own moment of climax upon him.
If he and Eddie hadn't gone off together, at least they were so close there was little point in measuring just how many fractions of a second had passed between one shooting his load and the other following.
"Fuck meeeeeee!" Talbot bellowed, as beneath him a squirting of sperm sprayed between sleeping bag and belly, soon to be smeared along both as Talbot shuddered beneath Eddie's climaxing weight.
"My... fucking God!" Eddie moaned loudly, the orgasmic contractions of Talbot's asshole having clamped down hard on a cock which had grown overly sensitive during its orgasm.
The two rocked sensuously, cocks spurting... squirting... blasting blasting creamy cum.
They weren't actually finished when the door suddenly came open, filling the room with such a mighty gust of wind that snowflakes were thrown in to dissolve within the sweat covering their heated bodies.
"What the fuck!" Eddie exclaimed, his shock and surprise actually jerking him upward with such a start that his cock pulled completely free to blast the last of its cum onto the outside of Talbot's butt -- much like a performer in a gay fuck-film.
The door banged shut almost as quickly as it had come open. There was one exception to how things had been before. There was now a third person in the room. What he looked like was a bit hard to tell, considering he was so bundled up in a parka and knapsack, all covered with a heavy layer of snow.
"Go on with what you're doing," Mack Martin said, hardly believing what he had stumbled in on. "For God's sake, don't let me interrupt you!"