It was snowing pretty hard. I had just stoked up the fire when I heard the knock at the door.
Who could that be,
I thought.
I was up in the woods, practically in the middle of nowhere. It was just me and my dog Max, and Max was in his doggy bed sleeping the sleep of the dead.
I went to the door, opened it, and stepped back as a stranger fell against me. I steadied him and pulled him completely inside, then barred the door.
I deposited the stranger on the bed and pulled the thick, white, bear coat from his shoulders. It was damp and covered with snow.
I tossed it on the floor and took in my mysterious and unconscious guest.
He was very small and slender; almost what one would call a twink. His hair was golden blond, it was short, and corkscrew curly. He looked all of eighteen, twenty at the most.
He was beautiful, in a feminine type of way.
I found myself in the possession of a full-blown hard on. I tried to disregard my condition and began to remove the young man’s wet clothing. If he remained in them, he would catch hypothermia or even pneumonia. There wasn’t a hospital within miles, and the blizzard had disabled my truck.
Again, I wondered how the young man had made it to my cabin. The snow on the ground outside must be at least several feet deep.
I took off the blond’s dark green sweater and white cotton undershirt and caught my breath as I saw his nipples. They were the most stunning little pink nubs that I had ever seen. My fingers itched to pinch them.
I restrained myself and focused on removing his dark green jeans. They were far too tight. They fit him like a second skin.
After much tugging, the pants came off with a wet sigh and I dropped the soaked material over the shirt, sweater and coat.
To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He doesn’t need any either,
I thought.
His cock lay limply against his thigh. I estimated that it would be at least seven inches erect.
Another thing that surprised me about him was that I could not spot a strand of hair on his smooth, white body other than his head of curls, his arched brows and long lashes.
He was blissfully bare.
Fighting the urge to run my hands over his body, I started taking off his boots. They were of high quality leather, black and ankle length. Inside, they were lined with soft white fur.
He wore no socks.
I rubbed his skin dry with a towel and pulled some extra thick blankets and a quilt over him. I stared at him for a moment, adjusted the bulge in my crotch and went to make some hot cocoa.
The kid would need something hot to warm his insides when he awakened, and I told myself that it wasn’t going to be my cock.
*****
I had laid his clothes out before the fire so that they could get dry. I busied myself finding some clothing and socks of mine that would fit the petite teenager. The best that I could scrounge up was an old gray sweatpants and my favorite black knit sweater.They would both sag on the kid, but they would keep him warm.
I looked over at Max. The golden retriever was still sleeping like a baby. I grinned. Max was old anyway. He needed his rest.
Even my dog knew better than to mess with the cold outside –Max only ventured outside with me when I went to collect firewood. On the return journey, he would always be the first one to the door, eagerly waiting to get out of the cold.
I stirred a pot of beef stew and set it off the fire so that it wouldn’t burn. When I turned around to check on my visitor, I found that he had awakened and was avidly watching me.
His eyes were the clearest blue that I had ever seen, very expressive and full of intelligence.
“Hey, you’re up. You feeling okay?” I asked him
He stared at me for a moment and boldly looked at me from head to toe. I wasn’t embarrassed by his assessment. I’m a good-looking person. I have what some people call rugged features. Couple that with my jet-black hair and Irish heritage and I’m a walking billboard of maleness.
Yeah I have always been confident about my looks, and it isn’t because I’m vain. I could care less about cutting my hair –which had grown past my shoulders, or keeping up with the latest fashions, or hell, even cashing in on a modeling contract that had come my way while I had been in high school. At the time when that had happened, I had been interested in football. The game had been my life –to hell with modeling.
“I’m fine,” my guest finally said in a moderate, youthful sounding voice. He shifted beneath the covers then stretched. The blanket slipped down his chest and revealed his cute nipples. “It’s good to feel warm again.”
I secretly agreed with him. I was getting warm down below.
I mentally scolded myself and desperately looked around the cabin for something to do.
Cocoa, yes, I could get him some.
I handed him a cup of hot chocolate. His small hands seemed fragile wrapped around the large mug.
“My name’s Mitch,” I told him.
“I am Aaron.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I…got lost,” he said and sipped his chocolate. “Mmmm, this is good.”
His childlike cheerfulness brought his mysterious presence to my attention. I was angry that he was here. He could have died in the snow.
“Your parents must be worried about you, a kid your age being out here. You know, just because you hit eighteen and become an adult doesn’t mean that you can take on the whole world, especially Mother Nature.” Then something occurred to me. I snapped my fingers and asked him, “This is one of those dumb fraternity things, isn’t it?”
He smiled at me. “You think that I am eighteen?”
His question bothered me. What game was he playing anyway?
“In mortal years, you’re just a child compared to me,” he said.
What…I was thirty years old! His comment irritated the hell out of me.
“I ought to put you over my knee and spank you, boy.”
He raised a brow in amusement and inquired, “Why don’t you?”
I had only meant to threaten him. I had not expected him to bait me.
He set his cocoa down on the bedside table and pulled back the covers. He rolled on to his stomach, and raised his round little bottom. He looked over his shoulder at me and asked, “Well? Aren’t you going to spank me?”
Jesus.
I wanted to do something more than just spank him. I found myself standing beside the bed. I sat down before I lost my nerve and looked at his butt. The cheeks were parted. I could see his pretty asshole. I tentatively touched the hairless, pink sphincter with the pad of my thumb. The rosette was tiny. It had to be virginal.
“Aren’t you going to open your present?” Aaron asked me and swayed his buttocks.
Boy does he have a mouth,
I thought.
My fingers latched on to his white globes. My large hands dwarfed his rear. He was a petite young man. How would he manage taking in my cock?
