Snow Men

Alex watched the snow fill up on the window pane; slow, beautiful white rushes of flakes covered the panes with wet, elusive stars. He could smell the cold air rush in from a small crack in the bottom of the bedroom window, and it hardened his nipples as he lay stretched across Philip’s slim, long legs. Philip stroked Alex’s back and slid his hand over the curve of his friend’s ass with a soft touch; intent, but completely at ease with doing nothing more at the moment than being with him: warm in the bed, with the freezing weather outside.

“You think Thom and John will show? This is really coming down.” Alex murmured. 
Philip was silent a moment, taking in the play of snow light on Alex’s smooth white back and legs. How he loved touching this man.
“Of course they will. Neither snow, sleet, rain, nor…..how does it go?….something about the mailmen never failing to get things delivered. Well, the snow doesn’t stop horny men. They’ll come.”
“Dark of night,” Alex said.
“What?”
“Dark of night. That’s the other thing mailmen aren’t deterred by.”

Philip bent and kissed Alex’s soft, buzzed head of hair, and laughed. Just touching him made his cock stir where it was positioned beneath his friend’s waist. Alex responded with his own arousal, and lifted his mouth to Philip’s, taking the pleasure of the heat there, the lips always ready and welcoming. His mouth still tasted of the early wine they shared. They often simply kissed like this, naked in each other’s arms, stiff cocks locked at their stomachs, breathing into one another hungrily, holding one another tenderly. 

Philip now put both arms around his friend and pulled him as close as he could. They both felt the rush of air from the cold outside. Alex pulled the wool blanket over them, over their heads and bodies so that they were completely covered in darkness and warmth. He loved doing this; not being able to see a thing, yet every touch and sound heightened by their erotic explorations in the darkness under the covers.

Alex’s tongue went to Philip’s neck, and flicked near his ears, working his way towards his mouth again for an open, long, deep tongue-kiss. Both cocks found each other, and Philip could sense the rush of emotion reddening his face and suffusing the surfaces of his skin.
His tongue found Philip’s nipples, and circled each one, covering them in spit and then slowly wiping with long slow licks. His friend shuddered at his touch. Philip’s cock slid between Alex’s legs, the tip of it already slick. In the tangle of covers, both men held on with legs and arms and mouths, their skin a kind of sexual braille, telling each a personal, erotic truth with every touch. 
“If we keep this up, we’ll have nothing left for the guys,” Philip whispered. 
Alex did not want to stop, but he knew they had to. Both of them had waited for this evening for weeks now. Finally, a night when six hot men would be together, in the comfort and privacy of the apartment, meeting in the flesh for the first time. What a wonderful birthday gift. Philip had been online for months, finding just the right men for this night. Alex would not forget this birthday for a long time. 

They had not counted on the storm though; however, now that Alex thought about it, he realized t added something even more sensuous: the quiet that snowfall brings to a night. But it would be unquiet here too. A storm of horny men. 
John was coming from Rockland County, not too far away. Once he got off work, it was about 20 minutes to the apartment; Thom would head uptown from work and take the 1/9 train, packed as usual after the 5:00 rush; Eric lived the farthest away, in Connecticut, but was so hot to finally meet the rest of the men he’d heard about over weeks of email and photos, that he took the day off and would probably be the first one there.

“OK, handsome, let’s get ready so we can look presentable for the crew,” Philip said as he gave Alex one last soft kiss and a caress to his friend’s sweet ass. Only Alex and Philip would greet each man in person. The others would locate each other in the dark, on touch, and not on sight. 

The apartment was a small one-bedroom; for this evening’s heat, the bedroom was turned into a black room of sex. Darkened, covered in black silk sheets, with black velvet curtains drawn on the door and the window, it would be a place where bodies met without knowing what other body was in the room at any time – until a touch, sound, or scent gave clues, if at all. A large square king-sized bed was positioned in the center. Nothing else. Nothing else was needed except the imagination of flesh and mind.

The men would all enter the front hall, a long narrow passageway that ended in the entry to the darkened bedroom. Philip had positioned a mirror just there, lit by an aromatic candle in front of it. The men would disrobe here, watched by Alex sitting in a single black leather chair, a purely voyeuristic choice on his part. 

It was there that the two friends now stood, naked and erect in the glimmer of the amber light. They looked at each other in the mirror, smiled and stroked their cocks as they watched their reflections do the same. Four cocks, stroked in unison. Alex, fair and shorter than Philip, deep blue eyes and solid chest softly covered with a film of hair. Philip, also fair, thin but defined for his frame His cock was now pendant, his foreskin wet. He wore a single gold neck chain. 

Around Alex’s wrist was a thin rope of pure leather, at the end of which was a silver vial filled with the purest amyl he could buy. One single ampule, which would do its incredible work at the perfect moment. Everything was ready. Each man had been given an exact time to arrive; no one would see anyone else; they would meet by the first touch each gave one another when they entered the room.

They watched each other in the mirror; then heard the first knock on the door. 
Philip walked down the hall and opened the door to a red-headed, red-bearded tower of a guy. Eric.
“God, it’s freezing out there,” Eric murmured.
“Welcome, come in and get warm.” Philip said, directing him to the end of the hall near the mirror and chair where Alex sat, legs spread, hands on his thighs, his cock fully aroused. He didn’t say a word to the man, not a single greeting. He simply watched him, already hungry. 
Philip explained that Eric should disrobe right there, and moved beside Alex to watch. 

He was beautiful, in a rough, Scots-Irish mix of brawn and elegant features: green eyes, grey at the temples, his mouth red beneath the moustache and beard. His movements were slow, methodical, and he too never took his eyes off of his hosts. They could see his hardon was already up, before the pants came off. As he dropped each article of clothing to the ground, Alex and Philip met his eyes eagerly. As he unbuttoned his shirt, they could see that Eric’s chest was smooth, with just a hint of red hairs covering the surface. His nipples were small but extremely thick and erect. He undid his belt with a single click and pulled the leather through the loops, a snake hiss. For a moment, he stopped and smiled. Then he simply let his pants fall, his hard, firm cock working against the cloth and zipper. An extraordinary mound of bright orange/red hair surrounded his cock and balls. There was now a faint scent – vetiver, mixed with sweat. Alex’s flesh tightened. Philip’s cock jumped. With full knowledge of how he was affecting his hosts, Eric positioned himself on the floor to take off his construction boots and socks. 

His legs spread, he lovingly untied his boots slowly, his hard cock and balls the center of attention. He lifted each leg as he pulled, and it was very difficult for Alex not to jump out of his seat and place his hungry mouth on that incredible cock, that hot red bush of silk. He could smell Eric’s scent, and it overpowered his senses. Watching his friend’s reaction, Philip smiled with love and mutual heat. Finished, and naked, Eric stood in front of them. 
Philip moved to Eric, and led him to the curtained door of the bedoom. 
“You are the first, but you will all find each other,” Philip said. 

Eric parted the curtains and stepped into the black, silent room. Standing, he put his hands out in front of him, and walked slowly. He felt the edge of the bed, learned its large width with his hands. He found the first wall, then edged around that until he came to the curtained window. Completely covered. Not a glint of light. He felt his nakedness more powerfully, not being able to see himself at all, and only to touch surfaces. When he had determined the perimeters of the room, he settled onto the bed, lying on his stomach, his cock hard beneath him. His heart was pounding. And he waited. 

After what seemed like 20 minutes, he heard someone else enter the room. Eric could sense the presence, also feeling the room’s blackness. Then the man stopped for a moment, made a low sound, and began taking measure of the space. Eric could sense the man walking around the walls, hear his hands smooth on the wall surface. Then a hand found the sheets, and the skin of his legs and ass. The touch was a shock; cold, but firm. The man’s hand stayed there on his back for a long moment. Breath coming, a smell of beer. A body upon his, and then both of them a rush of hands trying to decipher skin, mouths groping for the shape of cock, ass, arms grappling with the sudden flash of manhunt that two strange bodies will find when they touch in the dark. It was John that he was touching, whom Eric only knew now as cock and finger and ass, and spit and sweat, and kisses, and tongue. Both men held onto each other and fed. 

Outside, Philip now let in Jordan. He was almost ten minutes late, so he was directed to disrobe quickly, so that he would not meet the next man to arrive. Tall, and thin, Jordan was extremely nervous. Young, a green apple to this. Alex was amused at his youth; perhaps in his late teens, though he had said he was 24. Each of the men had been told what to do when they arrived. Jordan had run through the procedure in his mind a hundred times, but now, anxiety tangled him in the gut and chest like a rope. He turned away from Alex’s and Philip’s eyes, and took his clothes off quickly. Alex could see his incredible back, it’s surface muscled and his spine purely lined in a wonderful curve down his back. His ass was incredible, young and full, a stark white contrast to the pitch black head of silken hair and eyebrows. As he lifted each leg out of his pants, Philip took in a breath at the sight of his asscrack spreading, giving just a hint of the dark treasure there. Strong thighs and calves helped him pull the last of his pants and underwear off. Jordan turned, embarrassed, to look at them. 

Philip pulled aside the curtain. Jordan tentatively looked at them, and then stepped through. 

He could hear the other men’s voices, low moans, licks of tongue and the sound of breath coming quickly. Yet, it was all at a lower volume, dampened. Jordan’s heart raced and pounded as he stood in the dark. He didn’t move. He listened and tried to get calm. Someone moaned, “yes, please,” and Jordan could make out the sound of kisses, or tongues on flesh. Someone was being sucked. The sound of bodies on the silk sheets was quiet, hot and mysterious. Then the men seemed to stop suddenly, their breathing hard. They knew he was there. Jordan still did not move.

Out of the darkness, a movement was close to him, then another. A tongue was on his ass cheeks, and another was under his balls, the sharp electric feel of a beard between his thighs. The shock of the touch frightened him and he lurched out against the far wall, but arms held him. 

With strong, insistent arms holding him, Jordan’s cock was engulfed by a throat and tongue. In deft movements, one of the men’s fingers found his ass and began to work there. Then, a tongue worked into his ass. It was the bearded one again, now the feel of his moustache was silk on Jordan’s ass, his tongue a dart of fire. He took his breath in, and moaned. He was still afraid, but now completely filled with lust. He sighed at the insertion of a finger into his ass.

As they moved him to the bed, Jordan flailed for purchase on the room, trying to keep from panicking, but needing to also give in to the tongues and fingers which now covered his entire body. The men positioned Jordan so that each of them was on his cock at the same time. Two hot tongues engulfing his shaft, four hands working his balls and ass. They slid their mouths up and down, stopping to kiss each other when they reached the tip of Jordan’s cock. Then each sucked and fed the stiff cock to each other, sharing it in perfect unison. John then positioned himself on top of Jordan, sucking him expertly from above, while Eric spread Jordan’s legs and softly started to tongue his ass. Jordan moved with each of them, now crazy with desire and open to complete abandon. 

The last of the men to arrive was Thom; save the best for last, they say. Late from work, Thom arrived fully uniformed in his FedEx brown; his sweet face smiling and red when Philip opened the door.
“Special delivery,” Thom joked.

Friends for a few years, Thom was always a welcome third in many of Alex and Philip’s sex forays. A hot third, with a penchant for leather and toys, Thom had a wonderful easy manner, and was serious about his sex and lovemaking. 

Philip led him to the mirror, and Alex lit up with a smile. He knew the night would begin in earnest now. Still clothed, Thom lowered his cold face to Alex and gave him a deep tongue kiss greeting. Philip then lowered Thom’s head to Alex’s cock and took pleasure in watching him suck his friend as he sat in the chair. As Thom sucked Alex, Philip and Alex kissed, easily and impatient to now join the full complement of men in the room. 

“Happy Birthday, Alex.” 
“Yes, Alex, happy birthday,” said Thom, as he smiled and stood up and proceeded to strip with pleasure, slowly, for them both.