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Blizzard Bonanza

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Blizzard Bonanza by It was a fierce, snowy night as I slowly made my way to the motel where I was the night manager. It was my job to handle late night check-ins, post all the room charges, then balance out the books in the wee hours of the morning. Usually, I was finished by 2:30 am and then locked the front office door and sacked out on the couch. If anyone came, I'd just pop up off the couch and take care of checking them in, then get another bit of shut-eye. This particular night was slow because of the blizzard weather and I was wrapped up and sacking out by 1:30 am. A short time later a battered old car pulled up under the canopy and this college stud knocked on the glass door. I could see as I approached the door to let him in that he was a cute little bugger, studious looking with glasses, sandy, wavy hair, average height and build. He came in, all damp and shivering, as soon as I threw the dead bolt open. "Hope you have a vacancy," he said. "My car's acting up and there's no way I want to risk being on the road in this weather." "You bet," I replied. "How much for a single? "$15.95." "Ouch!" he responded. I've only got $12 on me." "How can you travel with so little cash?" I asked. He pulled out a Texaco credit card. "My dad gave me this. The cash is supposed to cover tolls and a hamburger." "Well, I'm sorry, but that's the cheapest rate I've got available tonight. But you're welcome to throw a couple of chairs together and sack out here in the lobby with me for a few hours." He had seen me lying on the couch under a blanket when he came to the door. He took a quick survey of the lobby and gave me a nod. "Got another blanket I could use? The heater in the car is bummed, and I'm really frozen to the bone!" I quickly got another blanket from the closet in the back office and by the time I came back out, he'd moved two overstuffed lobby chairs together, right near the couch, and right under the heat duct in the ceiling. "There," I said, handing him the blanket. Looking him over, he looked harmless enough, but wet. "You're soaked from the knees down," I said. "Why don't you slip under the blanket and then give me those slacks and your socks and I'll put them on the heat register in the back office so they dry." Within a few minutes, he was under the covers and I had draped his slacks and socks over the register. "I'm still freezing, especially my feet. They're really numb," he complained. I reached over and felt his left foot. It was clammy and cold as ice. "Here, let me have those," I said, taking his feet and placing them between my thighs. "That ought to warm them up pretty quickly." "Thanks, that feels great, but isn't it uncomfortable for you?" he asked. "Not at all," I replied. "I just want to help you warm up as quickly as possible. Can't have you suffering from frostbite." With that I rested my hand on his lower leg, just above the ankle. His lightly hairy leg felt strong and muscular. I gently squeezed his calf. "Hmm, that feels good," he commented. "Feels like you're a runner. You run track?" I asked. "Nah, just jog now and then when I have time." I continued my leg massage, moving further and further up. And the farther up I went the better it felt! Nate didn't seem to object as my hand moved to his inner thigh. In fact he opened his legs a bit to give me easier access. After about a half hour I couldn't stand it any longer. "You know, I have a room at my disposal, and sometimes I sack out for an hour or so when things are dead, like tonight. Why don't we go back there and then we can really relax," I suggested. Nate jumped at the idea. I quickly got his pants and socks so he could dress and we headed through the connecting door to a room in Building 1. "One thing I forgot to mention, and that is there's only one double bed in this room." "Cool," Nate replied. As we entered the room, Nate asked if would be OK if he took a quick shower. "It sure would help me thaw out," he said. "No problem. You'll find everything you need in the bathroom, I'm sure," I said. I heard the water in the tub start running as I quickly stripped down to my black bikini underwear and slipped into the nice fresh bed. This was going to be heaven, I thought, getting a chance to lie next to him in next to nothing and occasionally brush against his neat body. Really, that's all I was planning, since this guy appeared to be a straight arrow. "Hey, Bob, how do you turn on the shower?" came the question from the bathroom. "Hold on, I'll come and show you," I replied, jumping from the bed. I was in the bathroom in a second, and found Nate standing in the tub behind the frosted glass shower door. As I slid the shower door open, my eyes feasted on a sight to behold! There stood a naked Nate. He was no Adonis, but a really well proportioned 22-year-old college jock. His chest was lightly hairy (Just the way I like), and the hair trailed down his belly and expanded into his heavenly crotch. His cock was thick, long and cut, and actually was out of proportion to the rest of his build. I fiddled with the water knobs for a few seconds, trying to get the temperature just right-and hoping to extend this brief encounter with him in the nude for as long as possible. When I looked up, I saw he was getting hard. Well, things were certainly looking up, so to speak. "I want to get the temperature just right for you," I commented as I continued to fiddle with the hot and cold knobs. When I looked up again he was fully erect, and holding the flat of his hand in front of him, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his state as he flattened his huge prick against his stomach. It rose right up to his navel! I'd seen enough. I gave the shower outlet button a quick poke and the hot water gushed out, surprising him. "There, that should get you going," I said, sliding the shower door closed. Nate never said a word and I went back to the bed and stripped out of my bikini and got back into bed, ready for action. My prick was harder than I could ever remember it in the past and pulsed in anticipation. I heard the shower go off and a few minutes later, Nate came out of the bathroom, in his white briefs, snapped off the bedside light and climbed into the bed next to me. A soft glow of light seeped into the room from the pole lamp in the parking lot outside, just enough so we could see each other in the dim illumination. His hand moved over and brushed against my throbbing cock. "Hmm, what's this," he asked playfully as he took my prick in his hand. "It's called a hard on," I replied as I reached aver and grabbed his equally hard cock through his underwear. I quickly slipped his underwear off and it was lost in the folds of blanket by our feet. As I slid down and took him into my mouth, I heard is sigh of contentment as his massive tool slid in and out of my hungry mouth. Wasting no time, I nudged him over on his belly and my mouth attacked his gorgeous, willing buns. I slowly separated his firm ass cheeks and slip my tongue up his crack, finally tasting his fresh rosebud which he'd just finished soaping to perfection. Within a few seconds I replaced my tongue with my roaring poker and my cock easily slipped up his hole. He offered no resistance; in fact, he bucked his ass up to meet my thrust and moments later I felt my hot cum reaching the boiling point. The explosion was the most intense I'd ever experienced, as load after load gushed into his waiting hole. I reached under his belly to help bring him off while I was still in him, but I was too late. As my hand found his cock, the pulsing had already begun and he shot into my hand. I flipped over onto my back and slowly tasted his nectar as I licked my hand almost clean. I saved the last savoring drop and fed it to Nate, who thrilled in the taste of his own juice. Then we lay cuddling in each other's arms for another hour as the snow and wind danced outside the motel room window. A little later I returned to the front office to finish my shift and coordinate things for the morning crew. When 7:00 am rolled around and the morning shift arrived, I slipped back to Room 240 to give Nate a personal wake up call. It was the best wake up he ever got, or so he told me later. But that I'll save for another time.