Chapter 7
Mack and Talbot were in the combined sleeping bags, burrowed down within the warm cocoon of down-stuffed material, head to cock and cock to head. They were completely covered in order to assure a preservation of body heat, reluctantly having decided to momentarily surrender certain voyeuristic opportunities in order to avoid. The flooding of cold air that came rushing into the small cabin each time Eddie opened the front door.
They were preparing for the door to open again shortly, because Eddie was outside, it being his turn to transfer to the cabin more wood from the protective shed out back.
Eddie had already made several trips, having announced on the last one that the break he had thought was occurring in the weather had apparently been only false hope.
"That patch of blue is quickly disappearing," he said, dropping wood and arranging it on the pile next to the fireplace.
"Jesus!" Talbot replied. His head was the deepest in the bags and he had just located Mack's hard cock and had been shifting into position to suck it.
"Thank God for the company," Mack said. He groped a successful feel of Talbot's balls and had a rough idea where Talbot's erect cock was waiting.
"You two had better save some of that bellywarming cum for me," Eddie said in parting, heading back for yet another load. "Or both of your asses are going to be grass, and I'm going to be the power lawn mower."
With, that threat, he opened the door and had exited amid another whooshing of cold air and large flakes of wet snow.
Eddie remained outside. Mack and Talbot were well positioned to get down to business without freezing their asses off in the process.
All in all, the three young men were pretty much adjusted to their being snowed in together for an indefinite time. None of the three would have argued that there was any better way to pass away forced confinement than in the company of horny studs. The snow outside and the fire inside also added a definite touch of romanticism.
"See you found it," Mack said, feeling Talbot's hot tongue lapping the head of his cock.
"I found it all right," Talbot groaned, his right hand milking Mack's cock while his tongue moved quickly to claim the resulting ooze, of preseminal juices.
Mack had pulled Talbot's cock into a position that would allow him an easy sliding down its thick neck when the whole cabin and ground beneath it gave a sudden shudder that transferred his attention elsewhere.
"What in the hell?" Talbot asked, having quickly forgotten Mack's cock to start his crawl back toward daylight.
Mack was already out of the bag by the time Talbot's head broke free. He had grabbed his pants from a nearby chair and had one leg in.
Talbot, too, came out of the bag, reaching for his clothes just about the time the door came swinging open.
"The damned thing crashed!" Eddie exclaimed, standing in the open doorway, snow blowing around him.
"What crashed?" Talbot asked, beating Mack to the punch. Although the cold air had goosebumped their flesh and had quickly softened their hard cocks, neither Mack nor Talbot seemed much concerned about Eddie's failure, to immediately shut the door.
"A helicopter," Eddie said, suddenly realizing he was subjecting his still half-naked companions to blizzard conditions. He kicked the door shut behind him, leaning against it until he heard the latch click. "I swear to God, it was a helicopter."
"Out in this weather?" Mack said. His pants on, he was pulling a shirt and sweater over his head. "It's no wonder the bastard crashed."
"I thought I was seeing things," Eddie admitted. "I just looked up, and there it was in a clear spot on the horizon."
"And, you saw it go down?" Mack asked, sitting down in a chair to put on his boots.
"I saw it veer sharply into a fog bank and felt and beard that God-awful shudder shortly thereafter. If it didn't go all of the way down, I would say it certainly gave off the right sound effects."
"You think you can find where it went down?" Mack asked. Having laced one boot, he was starting on the other.
"I only saw the thing for a few seconds," Eddie admitted, wondering if he did know exactly where the copter had gone down. Hell, the thing was flying and could have traveled quite a little distance during those seconds between Eddie losing track of it in the fog and its crash.
"We'll have to check for survivors," Mack said. Completely dressed, he reached for his coat. "An injured man couldn't last very long out in that mess."
Eddie was suddenly afraid he'd never be able to lead the way. Goddamn, he had only seen it for a second.
"Come on, Eddie," Mack said, taking the blond's arm and directing him back toward the door. "We'd better get in gear before nightfall brings even colder temperatures down on us."
"Hey, wait for me!" Talbot protested. The last one out of the sleeping bags, he still didn't have the boots laced.
"Someone has got to stay here and keep the home fires burning," Mack said. "When we get back, we'll want to be sure there's a warm room waiting for us."
He didn't wait for any argument. He opened the door, directing Eddie through it. He closed the door behind them, leaving Talbot with conflicting emotions. He was glad he was being allowed continued exposure to the warmth offered by the fire, while he was simultaneously disappointed with the idea of being left out of the rescue operations. After all, Talbot did feel a certain personal responsibility toward whomever was out there since the chances were very good the helicopter had been scouting the region for survivors.
He added another log to the fireplace, tasting the flavors from Mack's cock that still lingered on his lips and tongue.
He went to the window, thinking to check on the progress of his companions. He could see very little outside. The trail made by Eddie and Mack, disappearing off into the fog, was quickly being disintegrated by the wind.
Talbot's sudden notion that both Mack and Eddie might end up lost out there wasn't much consolation. To get his mind off such pessimistic thoughts, be put on his coat, thinking to finish building the wood supply inside the cabin where Eddie had left off.
An hour later, the wood piled to a height that would safely last them through the night and into most of the next morning, Eddie was nervously pacing the room.
It had all happened so fucking fast. One minute he had been cozy and warm, licking a big cock that he had had hopes of soon sucking. The next minute, Mack and Eddie were gone, a helicopter probably having crashed.
Night was well on its way to falling.
He stopped in front of the window. Again, he saw nothing out there which could be in the least bit a consolation. It looked shitty as all hell. It looked deathly cold. It looked as murky as anything found in a pea-soup can. It definitely didn't look as if anyone was going to survive for very long. Not Eddie or Mack. Certainly not anyone who might have been injured in the crash of an aircraft.
"How many hundred miles away did that helicopter crash?" Talbot asked aloud. At the same time, he realized the hour which had passed since his companions had left was hardly any great length of time, considering the accompanying circumstances. To begin with, progress had to be slow. Visibility was close to zero. The wind was blowing like crazy. The storm must have dumped four feet of snow since it had first begun, snow that had most likely, drifted to even deeper depths. Secondly, it was hardly likely Eddie would be able to walk them directly to the crash site.
Actually, Talbot could feel for Eddie, knowing how the handsome blond would feel if he couldn't locate the downed aircraft. Eddie would feel guilty as all hell that he hadn't been more observant during the crucial moments. He would feel that way even with Mack's assurances that he couldn't really have been expected to pinpoint a crashed helicopter in a snowstorm.
Talbot took up pacing again. He didn't like being left behind. He didn't like being relegated to the position of feeding wood to the fire. He felt guilty that he was there, warm and safe, while Eddie and Mack were out there, possibly freezing to death.
Two hours later, became awake, embarrassed as all hell that he had been dozing by the fire. For the life of him he couldn't figure out how he could have gone to sleep. At first, he thought he had possibly been awakened by the arrival of Eddie and Mack back at the cabin. He soon discovered, however, he was still alone. The only sounds were those which had been there when he had dropped off: crackling fire, blowing wind.
He was worried. It was now dark outside. It was getting darker. Which meant it was cold and getting colder.
"For Christ's sake, where are you guys?" he yelled into the shadows.
He piled more legs on the fire, waited until they burned down, checked his watch, piled on more wood, then put on his coat, gloves, and hat.
He wasn't going to just sit there on his fucking ass, doing nothing.
He left the cabin, immediately realizing how lucky he had been to be inside. The snow was deep. The fog, combined with the snow, made it almost impossible to see anything. The wind was biting cold.
He stopped and took stock of where in the hell he was, and where in the hell he was headed. It wasn't going to do anyone a hell of a lot of good if he headed off half-cocked and got himself lost and frozen to death in the bargain.
His watch had luminous dials, so there was no trouble seeing the time. He knew approximately how long he would have before the fire in the cabin burned down to the point of needing more wood. If he played his cards right, he could do a bit of reconnoitering and still make it back to the cabin before his ass froze.
He hadn't actually been expecting results so fast. Not really. So, he was surprised as all hell when he was shortly tripping, literally tripping, over Eddie, Mack, and the person they had obviously been dragging between them.
"Talbot? Thank God!" Mack exclaimed, the first to realize what had happened. "Where in the fuck is the cabin?"
Talbot wiped snow from his face, motioning back the way he had just come. He looked in that direction, too, realizing -- with surprise -- that although the cabin was only a few yards at most in the distance, there was no present sign of it at all in the fog.
"Not far," Talbot said. He then turned his attention to Eddie whom he thought might very well be frozen to death in the snow. He remembered some country song about a guy riding through a blizzard and getting almost to his house before he froze to death. "Eddie?"
"Is still among the living," Eddie said. His voice was decidedly weak and more than, a little breathless. "Although, at the moment, that is decidedly debatable."
"Let's get this poor sucker back to the cabin!" Mack said, referring to the man he and Eddie had been dragging. Actually, he was thinking as much of himself and Eddie at that point, as he was thinking of the pilot who had been unconscious and obviously, half-frozen by the time they had finally found what was left of the helicopter in a deep snowdrift.
"You did say it was close?" Eddie asked, in reference to the cabin. He struggled weakly to his feet. "You wouldn't shit an old buddy, would you?"
"Really. It's only a couple of yards away."
"Jesus, but I do hope so," Eddie said, automatically maneuvering to get a renewed hold on Daryl's body.
Daryl had been deadweight since they had hefted him out of the wreckage.
Eddie hoped to hell the pilot wasn't dead. What a waste it would have been to have lugged a dead man all of that way. He took consolation in that Daryl's body was still limber. Corpses got stiff.
Between the three of them, they got Daryl back to the cabin, arriving at the door at about the time Talbot was beginning to think the fire might have gone put.
"Goddamn, that feels good!" Eddie groaned, entering the cabin and getting the first feel of what little heat remained after the first blast of cold air had sucked most of the warmth away.
"Put him over by the fire," Mack instructed his companions, regarding Daryl's unconscious body.
They dropped him on the sleeping bags. Talbot immediately went back to shut the door. He returned to find Mack beginning to undress Daryl.
"Come on, you two, give me a hand," Mack instructed, pulling off Daryl's snow-clogged boots. "The quicker we get him stripped down and stuffed under the covers, the better off he's going to be."
"Hypothermia?" Talbot asked, moving quickly to give a hand. At the same time, he felt a little guilty in wanting to see this obviously handsome survivor stripped down to his cold, naked flesh.
"He's lost one hell of a lot of heat," Mack said, at work over Daryl's belt buckle.
"Haven't we all?" Eddie commented, finding his fingers so numb that he could hardly use them to help.
"Does he have any bad injuries?" Talbot asked.
Daryl's pants were off, revealing a pair of longjohns with a crotch excitingly bulged -- even though the cock beneath the material was obviously flaccid.
"I don't know if he's got broken bones or not," Mack confessed. He stripped down Daryl's underwear bottoms to reveal a cock just as impressive as it promised to be. Mack was really impressed, but he didn't say so, figuring it was in extremely bad taste to do so, considering the circumstances.
"Well, gentlemen, say hello to the fourth big cock to join our party," Talbot said, not so apt to stand on formality.
"Think what fun it'll be once we thaw it and its owner out," Mack said, deciding it was a bit ludicrous pretending he hadn't noticed the size of Daryl's cock at all.
"I wish!" Eddie said, drawing down the sleeping bag zipper to open a space in which to insert the body.
"He is gay, you know," Mack said, pushing Daryl's malleable body into place and covering it up.
"You know him, then?" Talbot asked curiously. "Yeah, now that I've got him where I can see him. I couldn't be really certain until we got him here to the cabin. His name is Daryl Mason. He flies helicopter rescues out of the lodge. He also brings skiing parties up to virgin snow during the winter season. I blew his cock once in the downstairs toilet at the lodge."
"Where?" Talbot asked.
"You've been hiking here regularly and haven't discovered that place yet?"
"You bet your ass I'll soon be checking it out," Talbot said. Eddie was simultaneously making a similar resolution.
Mack, tucking Daryl in, remembered how he had stumbled onto the basement toilet that day, coming in just to piss but spending enough time to suck off Daryl's cock. He had felt guiltier than hell afterwards. Not because sucking cock was anything in itself that would have made him guilty. But he had been with Bob in those days, and every time he did anything with someone else, he had felt rotten afterwards.
Daryl surprised them all by groaning. It wasn't a very forceful noise, but it was noise nevertheless. Which was more than anyone had heard from him since they had yanked him out of the wreckage.
"Mason, you okay, bastard?" Mack asked. He was down on his hands and knees, his right ear pressed close to Daryl's lips. "Mason?"
"I'm cold," Daryl answered weakly, his body shivering to emphasize the point. "I am so fucking... fucking... cold."
"I'll put some more wood on the fire," Talbot said.
"He's going to need more beat than any fire is going to give him," Mack said.
He got up, took off his coat and threw it to a nearby chair. He began to undress.
"Come on, fuckers!" he said. "It's time we all went to bed. You're going to be generous and share your body heat."
"Gladly," Talbot said. "As a matter of fact, I'll be more than happy to share more than just my body heat withy Mr. Mason."
"Don't you think it would be a little fairer to wait until he's recovered enough to say yes or no?"
"We'll see," Talbot said, beginning to undress. Although he knew he wasn't about to force his attentions on some poor sucker who couldn't even put up any protest (rape, after all, wasn't Talbot's bag) he could feel his cock going hard anyway.
For that matter, Talbot's cock wasn't the only one going stiff as a board. Out at the four cocks presently in the cabin, three of them were well on their way to total erection by the time all four men were snuggled together in the linked sleeping bags.
Covered in a cocoon of arms and legs, wrapped by sensuously warm male flesh and muscle, Daryl began to thaw. The sensation of warmth began somewhere deep within his frozen body and began a slow expansion.
Daryl still didn't know where he was, or how he had gotten there. He remembered nothing but the crash. And since that had happened so suddenly, he actually remembered very little. He had been unconscious during the whole grueling trek back to the cabin.
He had sudden visions and sensations that were vaguely reminiscent of the few thoroughly sexy wet dreams he had had in his life. Which had him admittedly confident that freezing to death certainly was the way to go if it was always accompanied by such erotic hallucinations. That he was in the process of freezing to death, he was almost sure. Even the fact he was warming only seemed to enforce the illusion -- since he had always heard that just before a person froze solid he got all warm and toasty.
"Goddamn, does this sexy bastard have an ounce of fat on him anywhere?" Talbot asked with genuine appreciation of Daryl's body against his. "If he does, I sure as hell can't find it."
"That happens to be my ass you're fondling," Mack said with a low chuckle. Although it wasn't really his ass at all. And what's more, Talbot knew it.
"How long do you think it's going to take us to get this stud operative?" Talbot asked. His cock was hard. Jesus, but it was hard.
"Maybe you had better let me take care of that cock of yours, if it's giving you problems," Mack suggested. "I'd hate to have Mr. Mason, after what he has already been forced to go through, wake up with the additional trauma of being raped by an uninvited eleven inches of erection."
"You think I'm not going to take you up on your offer?" Talbot asked.
"I think you're going to take me up on it, that's what I think," Mack said with a grin. "Right?"
"Right!"
"Sweet Jesus!" Eddie moaned in mock disbelief. "At least this poor man might benefit somewhat from the additional heat you two rutting studs are apt to conjure during your screwing."
"Exactly," Talbot agreed.
Actually, Talbot was pretty well situated for putting his and Mack's plan to into operation. As he had been lying facing Daryl, he now rolled his back to him. Mack, whose body had been cupping Talbot's body, rolled to present his hard butt to Talbot's hard cock.
"You, Eddie, do try to control your own passions," Talbot said, turning his head momentarily back over his shoulder, "At least until one of us, can get to you. Mr. Mason here isn't able to fight back, remember?"
"Unlike some people I know, I think I have enough control to hold out," Eddie said, shaking his head in amusement. Which was, admittedly, easier said than done -- since Daryl Mason was one sexy stud (frozen or unfrozen) and Eddie, his belly and crotch spooning Daryl's ass and back, did have one hell of a hard cock.
"And if Eddie gets too horny hearing the two of us, he can always join in," Mack suggested, nudging his ass back over Talbot's hard cock. He could feel Talbot's wet preseminal leakage along his asscheeks.
"I hardly think we'll be doing Mr. Mason much good if all three pieces of bread move to one side of the lunch meat," Eddie commented.
"I do like your analogy," Mack said, punctuating with a groan as Talbot's cock-head not only positioned itself at Mack's pucker but pushed through it.
"You two carry on," Eddie said. "Don't mind us."
He snuggled up even closer to Daryl's hard and masculine body. The length of his long, hard cock rested its wide belly in the deep crevice formed by the meeting of Daryl's muscled asscheeks. He rested his cheek against Daryl's back. He glided his arms around Daryl's body, flattening his hands across abdominals which were scalloped in a decidedly washboarded design.
On the other side of Daryl, Mack and Talbot were fucking. Talbot's cock had already been fed up Mack's ass to Talbot's heavy balls and was on its way back out again.
Daryl knew they were fucking, too. Rather, in his half-thawed state, his imagined fantasy had two studs fucking. So real did Daryl find his supposed illusion, he thought he could actually hear the resulting grunts and groans. He thought he could actually feel the movement of one fucking stud's ass stirring against his crotch.
Yes, by God, Daryl was slowly but surely coming back to reality, even while believing the reality was pure, unadulterated fantasy.
"Oh, that does feel good," Mack groaned, enjoying the feel of the cock pumping up his asshole, enjoying the way Talbot's hand had glided over Mack's hip to give Mack a fist to fuck with his own steely erection.
Eddie's hand, in the meantime, was leisurely exploring Daryl's naked body: from abdominals, to pectorals, to muscled biceps and triceps. He was, of course, more than tempted to reach down to feel the meatiness hung from Daryl's crotch, but he didn't give in to that temptation. There was something more than a little wrong in taking advantage of this situation. It would have been different if Daryl had been conscious enough to know what was happening. As it was, Eddie reminded himself how he would have felt being absolutely helpless and being mauled by a complete stranger.
On the other hand, Daryl had apparently had to qualms in temporarily loaning his body, or parts of it, to strangers in that basement latrine of the lodge.
Eddie's resolve to refrain from any quick transitions from concerned individual to rapist wasn't helped any by the fact that Daryl was beginning to move as he continued to warm. His back chafed Eddie's hardening nipples. His ass ground to drop Eddie's length of cock even more securely into the crack of Daryl's muscled buttocks.
Talbot and Mack fucked on.
Humping, Talbot drew most of his cock from Mack's clutching asshole. The drooling eye that centered his cock-head left behind a smearing of preseminal juices that wetted down the asshole for each reinsertion of the cock into the rectum. The lips of the asshole fell into the groove formed by the flaring of the corona.
Talbot's hips bucked, jabbing his cock back in the asshole to the point where his balls were mushrooming just outside the anal opening. Another pull, another ram, and the asshole was soaked with even more juices to wash its hugging walls.
"Oh, but that does send the heat coursing through this poor man's cold old bones," Mack announced with an accompanying low groan. "You just keep it up... buddy. You just keep screwing... screwing... screwing... as long as you possibly can."
Talbot had all intentions of doing just that. Because the fucking was warming Talbot's body as thoroughly as it was warming Mack. And if Mack had been lately exposed more intensely to the elements, Talbot had still managed to become equally chilled to the bone.
The friction of hard cock sliding against asshole oozed heat into Mack's ass and into Talbot's cock. From there, the heat fanned outward, slowly filling areas previously numbed from the cold.
There was more heat being conjured by the steady masturbatory beat of Talbot's fisted fingers over Mack's solid cock.
Surrendering themselves to the spreading warmth, Talbot and Mack were quickly caught up totally in their fucking. If they were still aware that the mated sleeping bags were being shared by two other warm bodies, they really weren't all that concerned with Eddie or Daryl at that moment. Except, they did know their building warmth could only be beneficial toward the continued thawing of Daryl's chilled body the more heat, as they correctly had it figured, the better.
Eddie worked the whole front of his body even closer against Daryl's back. His hands rubbed his muscled chest and belly, bringing more heat to Daryl's defrosting flesh.
"Jessssssus... Jessssssus!" Daryl groaned suddenly, emerging further and further from that land of ice and snow into which he had previously been relegated.
His fantasies seemed to be increasing, becoming more and more real. When he moved a hand forward, he could actually rest it on hard, warm flesh that was going sweaty from fucking.
His eyes were open. He blinked, hoping to clear the present picture. He was temporarily confused by the way flickering firelight was casting an intricate pattern of shadows on the walls and ceiling. It was hard for him to focus in on any possibility of fire when the last he remembered there had been nothing but a tidal wave of snow rising about him on the moment of impact.
He tried to clear his mind, remembering Kenneth and Jeff. However, he had let them off at the top of the Carlyle Run. After that, he had headed for Bear Creek Mountain. He had spotted smoke, had spotted the Ski Patrol cabin located two-thirds of the way up the mountain. He had even spotted a figure. Then, the weather had changed for the worst in literally less than a second, and that long overdue gusting of turbulence had arrived to whip the control stick from his fingers. The copter had gone down.
There was no place for a fireplace in that particular memory. Nor was there any place for two studs fucking in front of him, while another stud pressed sensuously against Daryl's back.
Daryl now had all of the pieces to the jigsaw, all except the one that explained his getting from the wreckage to the cabin. But he still couldn't quite put them all together to come up with a comprehensive picture.
Not that he really had much to complain about. Actually, his primary fear at the moment was that he might suddenly die before he could more completely become an active part of his obvious fantasy.
Goddamn, this all seemed so fucking real. If he hadn't known he was really tangled in the frosty metal wreckage, somewhere out in the snow, he would have thought he was snuggled up a sleeping bag with three flesh-and-blood studs, two of those studs fucking up a storm just inches away.
His worries about losing hold of his present state of mind diminished slightly as the whole erotic orgy-like quality of the scenario became more and more real as the seconds progressed.
His cock began swelling toward erection. "Are you guys for real?" Daryl asked. His voice seemed to come from far away. His lips were so chapped, it was difficult for him to speak.
"Thought you had died, did you?" Eddie asked, nuzzling his mouth up nearer to Daryl's right ear.
Mack and Talbot were suddenly so caught up in their rutting, they barely noticed Daryl's consciousness had progressed to the point where he was conversing.
"Thought I had died and gone to heaven, as a matter of fact," Daryl answered, still not prepared to believe that he hadn't done just that.
"You're very much alive," Eddie said. "You just had a little accident with your helicopter, and we hauled you to the cabin on Bear Creek Mountain."
"Then, that is a hard cock I feel squeezed between my asscheeks?"
"I'm afraid I'm just not used to warming another male body without getting turned on by it."
"You're gay?"
"As are my two friends there, in case you hadn't guessed."
"I guessed."
"I could ask them to stop if they're bothering you."
Asking, of course was about all he could have done. He somehow doubted, and rightly so, that Mack and Talbot would stop, having reached the point where they now were. Daryl, well on his way to recovery, must have recognized as much, also.
"Asking won't do it. By the looks of it, neither would a bucket of ice water."
"Sounds as if you're beginning to feel a little better," Eddie said with a laugh.
"Well enough to get a hard-on."
"I wouldn't let Talbot hear that. He's the one, by the way, with his ass working back and forth in front of your crotch. He was so anxious to sit his ass down over your cock when he first saw it, we had to hold him down to keep him from it."
"I had a hard-on while I was unconscious?"
"No. And that's probably all that saved you."
"Too bad I wasn't conscious enough to oblige him."
"You're conscious now," Eddie said. He simultaneously pulled his right hand from its resting on Daryl's chest and dropped it over Talbot's shoulder. His fingers found Talbot's hard right nipple and pinched it.
"Eeeeeiiiiii!" Talbot squealed as Eddie's pinching penetrated even through the pleasure.
Although, by that time, Talbot and Mack both realized Daryl had reached a coherent state.
"What do you say, Talbot?" Eddie asked, twisting the nipple harder to assure Talbot's attention didn't wander. "Game for a hard cock shoved up your asshole?"
"Fuck me!" Talbot grunted.
"Yeah, fuck him!" Mack echoed.
"You up to it, stud?" Eddie asked Daryl.
Daryl was up to it all right. Even he could be surprised at how the prospect of joining in could flood him with such a sense of renewed energy. Hell, he could hardly believe he had crash-landed at all.
"Here, let me help," Eddie said, knowing he would have jumped at any excuse to bring his hand from Talbot's nipple to Daryl's stiff cock. "Jesus, you weren't shitting when you said your cock was hard, were you?"
"I really can't believe any of this is happening, you know?"
"Oh, it's happening," Eddie said. "Take my word for it."
His fingers quickly milked Daryl's cock for natural lubricant, smearing the result all along the length of the fat cock.
"You know, I could very easily get off in your hand" Daryl commented, thoroughly enjoying the expert work Eddie's fingers were performing.
"As much as I hate being modest, you will like Talbot's asshole better than my hand," Eddie whispered, aiding in the placement of Daryl's pulpy cock-head to Talbot's pucker.
The moment his cock began its ride into Talbot's asshole, Daryl knew Eddie had been right.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, sweeeeet, Jessssssus!" Daryl grunted in herald of the speedy penetration of his cock up Talbot's asshole.
Mack took that his cue to buck his ass back into Talbot's cupping crotch, which in turn speared Talbot's ass completely over Daryl's sticking cock.
"Unnggghhhung!" Daryl grunted in his pleasure, for perhaps the very first time realizing he was definitely caught up in some marvelous wonder of reality that beat fantasy all to hell.
"Jesus... Jesus... Jesus!" Talbot chanted, finding himself tightly sandwiched between two hard and virile male bodies. He was stuck on hard cock, and he had his hard cock stuck up Mack's asshole. "Jesus... God... what a way to go!"
Daryl had, by then, regained enough of his senses to know there was still a way remaining for him to personally milk even more pleasure out of the moment. Because, if Talbot was evidently spasming with the ecstasy of getting sex at both ends of his hunky body, Daryl still had one hole empty. Not that there wasn't anything handy to fuck up that asshole, because there was. By the mere feel of Eddie's cock resting along the crease of his ass. Daryl knew what he wanted shoved up his asshole.
He dropped a hand back between his ass and Eddie's belly, reaffirming with his fingertips that Eddie was all hard muscle and firm flesh.
His hand found Eddie's hard cock, reaffirming that it had to be one of the biggest cocks Daryl had ever contemplated getting fucked up his tight asshole.
"I fuck your friend, who fucks his friend," Daryl said, turning his head back over his shoulder to address Eddie. "Now, you fuck me."
"Make a fucking daisy-chain!" Mack bellowed. At the same time, his stiff cock was being fucked up Talbot's masturbating fist.
Eddie didn't want to remain out of the party. He pulled back his hips, allowing his cock to be positioned by Daryl's fingers to a spot that had his cock-head nudged against Daryl's awaiting pucker.
"Fuck me!" Daryl commanded. "Fuck that luscious hunk of male cock up my tight asshole!"
Eddie's hips came swinging forward, plugging his cock to its halfway point up the asshole in one tremendous slide.
"Eeeeeiiiii!" Daryl squealed like a stuck pig, wondering if he had let himself in for more than he had bargained for, simultaneously knowing, he hadn't. Granted, Eddie's cock was a big one. But already Daryl's asshole was adjusting to what it had been fed and was preparing for what it was yet going to be fed.
"Yes... yes... yes!" Daryl groaned, his squirmings stirring his cock up Talbot's ass while working his asshole deeper still over Eddie's fat erection.
"Take it!" Eddie grunted, bucking to bury the very last of his hard cock up Daryl's clutching asshole. His pelvis slapped to a firm cupping of Daryl's muscled buttocks.
The chain of pleasure was complete: cock in asshole, cock in asshole, cock in asshole, cock in hand. The ecstasy rippled in long, undulating waves that traveled back and forth along the living links of the chain.
As they began slowly adjusting so that their cocks could simultaneously move to fuck assholes, increasing still more the pleasures to which they were being subjected, a holocaust began to flame inside each and every one of them, burning its trail from crotches to guts, toward an eventual exploding within their very brains.
Their cum wouldn't put out the flames with its blasting, either. Hell, no! The sperm would act more like gasoline than water, making all four young men erupt with a conflagration which threatened to consume them all.
Meanwhile, outside, the wind was dying, the fog was dissolving, and the snow only fell in sporadic flakes.
What snow there was on the ground would, with the morning, begin to melt amid temperatures which were more normal for the area at that time of year.
The freak blizzard had finally blown itself out.