It wasn't an easy feat getting to my little cabin in the woods. The small three bedroom cabin was tucked deep inside the Laurentian Mountains. It was about an hour's drive from Montreal. I rarely went up there during the harsh Quebec winters. The little cabin was starting to fall apart and was barely livable. As long as the fireplace worked, and I had a bottle of whiskey it worked for me.
I parked my car on the side of the road, and we spent nearly two hours shoveling. We tossed the metal shovels back in the trunk, and finally parked the car. We grabbed our bags from the car, and stumbled through several feet of untouched snow. There was so much snow that we were barely able to push the cabin door open.
"Nice place" he said, placing his bags on the old wooden table.
It wasn't much, but at least he liked it.
Our backs were covered in thick layers of sweat, and our boots filled with snow. It was all worth it, I could finally spend some time alone with him.
I did my best not to stare at him as he peeled his soaking wet shirt off. He smiled at me, fully aware I was checking out his half-naked sweaty body. I smiled back at him as I peeled my shirt off. He was staring at my big hairy beer belly. We pressed our half naked bodies together, and gave each other a quick passionate kiss. We quickly grabbed dry shirts, not wanting to get sick.
I grabbed the bottle of whiskey out of my backpack, and we downed a couple of shots. The cabin was warmer than outside, but still freezing cold. We could see our warm breath pour out of our mouths, and the steam rising from our damp clothing.
After several clumsy attempts, the woodstove stove roared to life. Luckily, the caretaker had left a pile of firewood in the enclosed front room. The fire flickered over our bodies, casting shadows all over the bare cabin walls. We stood in front of the fireplace to warm up. I stood behind him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He leaned back and kissed me, as the house slowly cracked with heat.
It wasn't our first time together, and we both knew it wouldn't be our last. Even though he was twenty years younger than me, the chemistry was still there. He wanted someone he could trust with his secret, and he wanted to feel safe with me. Nobody knew either of liked being with guys. Nobody had a clue we were slow dancing to the hot fire, and watching the fresh layer of snow fall outside the big cabin window.
It was about the first night we would spend together. We could finally hold hands around each other's bodies. I reached inside his shirt and rubbed my hands along his smooth abs. I slid my hands up and down his chest as our kissing turned heavier. He could feel me pressing between against his smooth body. He always wore jogging pants, so there was no hiding how hard I was.
I let go of him for a second, and we pulled the couch close to the fire. We watched the fire burn, and placed our hands on each other's thighs. Only the hollow walls of the drafty cabin could hear our deeply personal conversations.
Jeffrey was a surprisingly good listener. Even though he mostly spoke French, he was still able to understand me. I was surprised he would care about the problems with my kids. He was only three years older than my oldest son. I was surprised he would give a crap about my ex-wife and our messy divorce. But here he was, listening attentively as I dished out my endless problems.
It starting get too hot, we both got off the couch and moved it back a few feet.
We sat back down on the couch, and he sat between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him, and held him tight. He picked up the bottle, and our shots quickly turned to swigs. I reached inside his shirt, and massaged his smooth back as he opened up to me.
Jeff told me how his mom abandoned him at an early age. Due to her mental health problems she wasn't able to care for him. His dad was busy working or buried in a bottle of vodka. I reached around and hugged under his shirt, kissing him softly on his left cheek.
Despite his rough childhood, he got a decent job in call center. He was working hard to finally move out of his Dads place. He lied to his dad and said he was working out of town this weekend. He explained that his dad was probably too drunk to notice. Well, I guess he couldn't tell his dad he was off making love to man double his age all weekend?
We both jumped as the embers cracked, shooting a small spark foot in the air. Another swig each from the bottle of whiskey calmed our nerves. I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek against his face. I rubbed my scruffy face against his soft tender cheeks, and I pressed my hands against his thighs.
He pushed me down on the couch, and straddled my waist. We could both feel how hard we were. He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his curly blonde hair, then pushed his body into my waist. He rocked his body back and forth, grinding against me. I reached up and gently toyed with his little pink nipples, until they hardened. He grabbed my finger and wrapped his thin pink lips around while rocking back and forth. I took my finger out of his mouth, and slid them down the back of his body.
I grabbed his ass hard, and slid his body up and down on me. He leaned all the way down and kissed me, while I reached inside his jogging pants. With my hands buried inside his pants, he leaned down and pushed my shirt up. I teased my finger up and down between his ass cheeks, searching for his tight little hole. He licked circles around my nipples, bit each of them. Jus He didn't bite them hard, just hard enough to make me tingle. That was the moment, where he let out a loud moan. It was the moment where he bit my nipple a bit too hard, where I found my way into his hole.
I wanted tonight to be special. Jeffrey had no idea about the gift I was about to give him. It meant so much to me. I wanted it to be given to someone I truly loved. I pulled my finger out of him, brushed my finger against his lips.
I got up off the couch, and dug inside my snow-soaked backpack. I put something in my hand and walked back over to him.
"Close your eyes, and open your hand wide"
He sat up on the couch and closed his eyes. I couldn't resist him. I softly kissed the side of his neck, and made my way down to his nipples. He moaned as I pressed my teeth against his perfect pink nipples, lightly biting each of them.
With my lips still pressed on the side of his neck, I placed the gold necklace in his hand.
"No, it's too much I can't take it!" He said, looking down in his hand.
I knew the gift would be hard for him to accept. I took the necklace and strung it around his neck. I lifted it up and pressed it between our lips. I wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him as hard as I could. I was trying hard not to bawl my eyes out.
"I really can't take it you, I know what meant to you" he said, in his very broken English.
I pressed my hand against his chest, and kissed him below the ear. He knew that every time I did that he would let out a soft moan. It was his special spot, and I only knew how sensitive it was. I knew it made him quiver all over when I kissed him there.
"It's what Dan would have wanted" I whispered in his ear.
