Early Snow

"Hey, Kelly, look at that!" Woodrow called out all of a sudden, scaring me out of my state of nearly falling asleep. "It's snowing!" Outside the bus, I saw the snow falling, dancing around in a hundred small whirls of white, stark beauty as it pirouetted toward the ground.

"So what?" I murmured grumpily. Hell, you ride on a bus for several hours, and falling asleep in your seat isn't a curse, it's a blessing! And ever since I'd joined the Army, I was running a huge deficit in terms of sacking out. But Woodrow was approaching his home town (I still had two more days on the road to get to my own), so he was bursting with energy and had been hammering me with chatter for the last three hundred miles or more.

"So what?" Woodrow looked scandalized. His squarely handsome face made squarer by the military flattop haircut he wore didn't hold the expression very well, but he managed.

"I mean, it is mid-December, isn't it?" I pointed out.

"Yeah, but this is Alabama, not Iowa." Woodrow peered out over the fields now peppered with falling white flakes with a fondness only a man who has been away for a year from his girlfriend and now was going home on his first three-week leave, long enough to spend all of Christmas with her and his family, could feel. I was on leave, too...only I had no girlfriend and my mother and father didn't care if I never came home again...and the feeling was mutual. Not everyone's home life is a happy one, you know. I wasn't sure I was going home to Des Moines myself, if I found a good place along the way to spend the next few weeks instead, I would blow off the family and stay there! And Woodrow's family was first on my list of places to try for a half-decent holiday leave. So I was being amiable.

"Well...it does make things look kind of pretty." I allowed.

"It sure does. Man, there's no place like home!" Woodrow said, not very originally.

"Be it ever so humble." I agreed. "But I'm not looking forward to finding a motel in this weather." A hint for Woodrow to....

"Motel, hell! You're coming home with me!" Woodrow declared. "I want you to meet Louisa, anyhow. We'll have dinner together and I'll get you settled down in my family's house before I take Louisa out on the town. You can catch another bus tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan." I agreed. And if Momma Brawley was as hospitable as her best son Woodrow, I'd just keep my legs slid under her kitchen table for my entire leave!

The snow was beginning to stick to things when we got into town, not the ground yet, but metal poles and the tops of bushes and things. It gave everything a vaguely alien appearance, where everything is weird and unfamiliar. Woodrow, of course, felt right at home, of course, he'd seen it before. He was pointing out the various stores and telling me about the people who owned or worked there. Old home week for him.

"And...good God damn, there's Louisa!" Woodrow crowed. "Hey, bus driver, can we get out here? Can we get out here, please?"

Well, the driver wouldn't let us out, but the bus station was only about four blocks further on. We hot-footed it back to where Woodrow had seen his girlfriend, but she was nowhere to be seen. Woodrow was at a loss, then he brightened. "I know, she went on home. Her house is this way!" And off we went walking through the snow. No buses in this small town, and her home was over a mile away. The snow was sticking to the ground and formed a white sheet over everything. Sheet, not blanket, the slightest step would pierce the cover, but it was still pretty anywhere nobody had stepped.

"That's her house over there." Woodrow pointed. "She's going to be so surprised, I wasn't supposed to get here until next week! Look, the light's just gone on in the living room. Come on, let's look in and let me take a look at her before we go knocking!"

"Won't she freak out if she sees us peering in her window?" I asked. The living room window as a picture window, one of those ten by twelve feet or whatever sized things. You'd have to be some kind of exhibitionist to want one of these in a town. There wasn't even a hedge around the yard, just walk right up and look right in! Small towns are like this, I guess, you know everybody so why would you care if someone catches you in your underwear?

Woodrow was much more confident than I was, he got to the window and was looking in while I was still some fifteen feet behind him. For a man who'd been yammering nonstop ever since we hit the Alabama border this morning, he was dead silent.

I got up, wondering if he had caught his girlfriend wearing a mud-pack or something. It was "or something" all right, but nothing as nice as a mud-pack.

A girl was lying on the couch and a man was lying on top of her, and the two were locked in a kiss that made it clear this man was not her brother. As I watched, the man's hands moved under the girl's blouse in a way that made it clear his hand was welcomed there and had made the trip numerous times before.

Woodrow made a pained sound and strode away and I went quickly after him. Hell, what a godawful way to find out your girl isn't your girl any longer! Even a "Dear John" letter would have been better than his finding out like this!

The snow was thinning out now, it had shot its wad already. The cars were crunching through the streets, turning the snow there into grayish muck. Some kids were throwing snowballs that were streaked with dirt, but they didn't seem to care. Through all of this, I chased my Army buddy through the town's streets, hell, without him, I didn't even know where I was, or where the bus station was!

Woodrow went into a park and in the middle of it was a bandstand, and around it some benches, Woodrow got to the nearest one and flung himself down on it. By the time I caught up to him, the big lug was downright crying! I got over there and sat by him and took the lunkhead in my arms and held him while he sobbed his big, big-hearted heart out. "Come on, man, come on." I kept saying over and over again. Hell, what do you say in a case like that?

"Why didn't she tell me, at least?" He finally got around to saying when he'd cried himself out. "Why'd she let me find out like this?"

"We're a week early." I reminded him. "She wasn't expecting you. Hell, man, she may not want to break up with you, this guy might just be someone to hang with while you're in the Army." I knew that sounded weak, but at least I made him consider it, which let him regain a lot of his composure.

"No, man, that wouldn't explain it. She's breaking up with me, she's just waiting for me to get home before she tells me, that's all." he said. "Shit, man, shit!"

"Well, at least you can go back into the Army without wondering what went wrong or something." I pointed out. "And this will let you spend more time with your family."

"Yeah, my family." Woodrow wiped his eyes at that and got to his feet. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this snow. I'm getting awful damned cold."

"I've been cold for the last fucking hour." I told him with feeling. "We've been out in the snow the last two or three hours. It's going to be dark before long."

"My home is just eight blocks this way." Woodrow pointed and I groaned.

It was getting dark when we finally walked up to Woodrow's house and his family was great, just great! His mother heaped food on our plates until they nearly broke under the weight, and all of it was good, real good. His father was an old Army man himself and we compared experiences and how the Army had changed, and how it was still the same after twenty-something years. I was wondering when either of them was going to mention Woodrow's girlfriend, but the subject never came up, I came to realize that they knew all about her and was waiting for her to deal with it herself. It helped keep things that evening on a smooth track, at least.

After dinner, the conversation began to drag, and I knew Woodrow was thinking that he had intended to be spending this time with Louisa. Probably planned to be having sex with her right now, in fact. Mom and Dad aren't much of a substitute for that, and neither is your best friend from the Army.

His mother picked up on it as well. "Well, Woody, you'd better get yourself in bed now, you're tired from that long bus ride, I bet." she said. "And your friend, too. You two will have to share a bed for now, hope that's okay with you, Kelly."

"If they haven't learned to sleep whenever and wherever by now, they never will." his father chipped in, and I had to agree, remembering a night when they'd left us all out in the field with no bedding, all of us just sleeping in a big pile in the middle of a meadow. I mentioned that to them and they laughed.

"Woody has a full-sized bed." his mother put in. "You two will fit."

"No worse than that cow pasture." his father agreed.

And with that, I went upstairs with Woody. The house was two-story but small with a narrow-frontage, the lower floor was taken up with the living room, kitchen and dining room, the upstairs held two bedrooms and a bathroom. And nothing else. Woody had grown up in this house? He had two older sisters, I knew!

Too late to worry, leave that mystery for another day. For tonight, sleep. Take the rest because tomorrow, it would be time for Woodrow to see Louisa face to face to have the talk.

We undressed to get into bed. Woodrow and I would sleep in our boxers. Boxers carried a lot of power in the Army for this reason, briefs may be more comfortable on your body, but when you stripped down in front of a bunch of strangers and were only wearing a form-fitting bit of cotton around your family jewels...time to switch to boxers! I was struck again by how powerful Woodrow looked when he stripped off his shirt and t-shirt. He was both taller and broader than I was, we were equally strong in terms of lifting weights and such, but on Woodrow, the muscles didn't stand out so much as they did on me, where I was a mass of curving arcs everywhere I had a muscle, Woodrow simply looked like a solid piece of man. He wasn't chunky in any way, but his skin was smooth and lacked the definition I had going, his muscles sort of inflated instead of bulging when he flexed them. His skin was several shades lighter than mine, which went well with his sandy-colored hair and pale blue eyes. Me, I was darker, with black hair and dark brown eyes, courtesy of my Southern European heritage, a mixture of Italian, Greek and Hungarian, with some Irish thrown in just to keep things confused. But none of that aggregate had a speck of brown hair or blue eyes in it.

Woodrow finished undressing and looked out the window, while I finished and got into the bed. "It's started to snow again." he said. "I swear, I've never seen it snow this time of year before, ever. A little snow in January, or February, even a little bit in March once or twice. But never in December."

"You don't have white Christmases here, huh?" I asked him.

"Nope, none I remember, anyhow." Woodrow said. He kept looking out at it. "Makes everything look...different."

"Different how?"

"Like everything here is brand new, and everything I knew before is gone." Woodrow said. And I knew he wasn't thinking about the snow now. Hell!

"Come on, Woodrow, don't be like that." I said. "You're spending Christmas with your family. You're not the first guy to lose his girlfriend because he went into the Army. Hell, even with your girlfriend gone, you got more than I have for Christmas....." I trailed off, I'd said more than I meant to.

Woodrow was looking at me like I'd sprouted a flower out of the top of my head or something. Surprised at me. "Things that bad for you back at your home?"

I shrugged, embarrassed. "Bad is too strong a word. We're not a close family, let me say. I can go see them, and things are all right. Just..." I grimaced. "You have a real nice family here, Woodrow, that's all I'm saying. You could have done worse here, is all. Hell, I don't even have a girlfriend waiting for me, even one that has another man in her life already. I'm heading back to spend my leave with that."

"You could stay here with me." Woodrow offered.

"Thanks, man. I'd like that." I immediately accepted.

"So would I." Woodrow agreed. "I'm going to need you here."

"Nice to be needed." I admitted.

Woodrow came over and gave me a hug. I hugged him back. He meant, I'm sure, and so did I, to make it just a quick comfortable touch of two good friends.

But he'd just been given a haymaker to his heart by his cheating girlfriend. I had the loneliness of a holiday when you're in between the family you outgrew with childhood, and the one you'll create for yourself with a wife and children. In a way our bodies understood that our minds didn't yet, we needed each other, and we needed closeness.

So we hugged, and in that hug, a spark flew between us, a fire ignited, and a need grew from the flames like a phoenix from the ashes. We were glued together by our arms around each other, and the tug of that electric feeling caused us to clash together like magnets. Shuddering from the fire burning within me, I looked up into Woodrow's eyes and saw the flame flickering there. My mouth opened to give vent to the smoke of my passion, and then I was reaching for Woodrow's lips with my own and we crushed together in a kiss that blazed up between us.

I felt Woodrow's cock pressing against my lower stomach, it had worked its way out of his boxer's open-slit fly and the hot organ was weeping liquid fire onto my flesh. Groaning, I forced my body away from Woodrow's slightly, reached down and caught hold of it and Woodrow moaned into my mouth as I slowly pulled at it, milking more fluid passion out of its tip.

Panting, Woodrow's lips slid off mine and he began kissing his way across my cheek, down my neck, onto my shoulder.

"Oh, oh, God, Woodrow!" I gasped as he slid his warm lips across my body. "This is crazy, man, this is totally crazy!"

"I know, I know." he panted back to me. "But I need you now, Kelly. I need you so bad. Just this once, that's all, just this one time. We can do it one time, can't we?"

"Sure, man, sure." I agreed far too quickly, far too eagerly. God, this was fucking screwed up! I didn't go for men, never! Why was this one man, this friend, this fellow soldier, turning me on so much! Why was I turning him on?

As I considered this, Woodrow's lips went down to my breast where they feasted on my left nipple, then he was kneeling and I looked down with eyes glazed over by desire to see him reaching into my boxers, bringing out my cock, and then sliding down onto.... "Oh, oh, God!" I moaned as his mouth engulfed my dong, closed on it and pulled the skin covering the shaft up over my glans in a move that caused my prong to flare up in sexual intensity. I was besieged by my needs, my body held full sway over my behavior, I could only observe, feel...need as it did as it willed.

Woodrow's mouth danced over my prick, and I groaned, then my hands reached down to catch hold of his armpits and haul him up to me, only to toss the two of us onto the bed. Inside it, we moved in a silent agreement into a head-to-toe position and then sidled backwards until we were able to capture each other's cocks in our mouths, and I plunged onto Woodrow's long, thick, uncut prod and sank down to where the glans was shoved well down my throat. I didn't choke in the least, I felt rather that this was where it belonged, deep inside me, and I regretted having to release any part of it to milk at it, but I did, I gripped his shaft with my mouth and pulled upwards on the fleshy column of masculinity and when the glans was all that remained within me, I stopped and returned this human tower of maleness back to its proper residence deep within my throat.

Woodrow had me outmatched even so, where I could only get about three-quarters of his length into me, he had me buried to the very base even though my cock's size was fully the equal of his. I felt that I was betraying him by not returning this talent to him, but though I fought diligently, the last two inches of his manhood eluded me.

Though this duet of man-loving we were playing was pleasurable and intense, there was a level that we still didn't reach though we both nursed each other's prongs relentlessly. It was like our bodies, still in charge, were decreeing that this was not to be how this would play out, that we must treat this only as the prelude, not the main event.

So after some five or ten minutes of delightful attentions, I broke off, panting and said, "God, I am so fucking hot! Let's get to it, Woodrow, let's get to it!"

He understood me, and rolled onto his back and let me turn around and climb onto him. As I did, his legs rose to enfold me at my waist, and my cock was heavily greased with his saliva, and I fumbled only slightly as I found his anus and pressed my glans against it.

Woodrow winced as I pushed against his sphincter, but as I hesitated, loathe to force myself into him, he grunted and his hands reached up and caught hold of both my buttocks and pulled me toward him. There was a moment of intense pressure as the sphincter fought me off momentarily, then it surrendered and I burst through into his bowels, Woodrow's body stiffened and pain creased his handsome features, but he didn't release his grip on my buttocks for a second, and drove me on down into his innards until I was sunk to my very base.

Fully buried in him, he let me go and said, "Ahhh, man, God, that feels so fucking big! It's like you're splitting me in two, man! Fuck me now, but easy, man, easy!"

I moved gently as I could and he grunted and gasped, and I felt tightness clutch at my organ at all sides. But as I moved, the tightness released and after a time, there was no more feeling of something glued to my cock, only a pleasant warm wrapping all the way around it, and that wrapping was Woodrow.

"Aw, man, now come on, give it to me, fuck me, now, Kelly, ram that hard cock into me!" he grunted. "Come on, get moving, shit!"

I began to move slowly, but as Woodrow kept up his commands to get moving, I began to thrust faster and harder, until finally, I was moving with as great a speed as I could, ramming my cock in and out of this hard young soldier's ass, and he was clutching me and moaning, "Oh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, do it, yeah, come on, fuck me, yeah, uh, uh, oh!"

I felt my orgasm rising in me and I grunted, "I'm going to come, man, I'm going to come!"

"Yeah, come on, shoot it in me, shoot it hard, come on, shoot it!" Woodrow urged me.

"Oh, oh, ah, ohah! UH, UH, UH, AH, AH-AHH-AH-GAH-HUH, HUNNNNNHHHHH!" I felt like the very gates of Heaven had opened up in my crotch, and the spunk flew like the legions of angels pouring out and into Woodrow's ass, and as they flew, all the delights of eternity assailed my brain, and I rammed my cock in deep as I could and the last globs of my spunk were pumped far inside Woodrow's insides, and then I was done and I fell onto Woodrow in a weak, sobbing heap of spent man-flesh.

And when I did, Woodrow gave a guttural growl I'd never heard before, even in mock combat, and he rolled the two of us over and suddenly I was the one with my legs in the air and his cock was resting on my stomach and Woodrow was spitting in his palm and rubbing it on his dong.

In the murky daze of post-climax, I observed this, and then Woodrow moved and his hand was guiding his prod toward my nether regions. I felt the glans find my anus and then he gave a hard shove that made me yelp out in a combination of hot agony and fiery desire. I wanted this cock inside of me, I wanted it all and I wanted it now, and I didn't care if the attainment broke me in two, I was going to have it!

I tried to help but I needn't have bothered, Woodrow was fully capable of operating his prick like a pile-driver, and he slammed it in me a little deeper with each shove, and he opened me as he went, and then he was fully inside me and he began to make deep, long thrusts that turned me into male pudding, I just lay there and let him stab me with his manly sword of lust.

After Woodrow had me in full assault, I found myself wondering how Louisa could have ever let him sign up for the Army in the first place. No wonder she had gone looking for another man the moment he left, once you rode a hot prong like this, you never wanted to lose it again! I don't know about Woodrow, but in that moment, I forgave Louisa and every woman who's ever cheated on her man in the service, because there was nothing better than being like this, lying on your back while a hot stud plows your ass for all he's worth.

Woodrow plugged me for several minutes like that, an eternity of bliss for me, and then he groaned, "Oh, man, here I come! Ah-gah-ah-GAH-AH-AH-AH, AH-GAHHHHHH!" I felt the hot rush of male seed pouring into me and I held on tight to Woodrow's thrashing body atop me and the spunk dribbled out of me as he kept on fucking, the sperm drawn out by the motion of his prick, and then he was done and he collapsed as I had, a heavy leaden weight on my chest, but I endured it as my right and proud duty, holding up my comrade while he recovered and could rise on his own, and he felt onto the bed beside me.

"Aw, man, that was so hot!" he panted.

"I'll say. Shit, I never even thought about doing it with another man before, but if this is what it's like.... Shit!" I agreed.

"You bet!" Woodrow reached over and one broad paw of a hand reached its fingers out to play with my right nipple like a stereo button, twiddling the nub on top back and forth.

"Hope your parents didn't hear us." I said, suddenly mortified.

"Naw, Mom and Dad always stay up to watch the late show. It's not even ten o'clock yet." Woodrow assured me.

"Well, I know I'm ready to sleep." I yawned mightily.

"Might as well." Woodrow agreed as I tugged at the covers to bring them around and up to cover us. "Looks like it's still snowing outside, too. I never saw it snow so early before."

I looked at the window to see that the snow was building up on the outside of the panes, and you could see more adding itself to the layers. "It does seem to be forming a real snowstorm out there."

"It may snow another couple of inches." Woodrow spoke from his experience. "But it never lasts around here. A few days of snow and then it'll all be gone. They'll close the schools and close some businesses, and everyone will sort of wait for it to go away. Almost like a holiday."

"Or a military leave?" I said.

Woodrow raised up and leaned over to match his face with mine. "Call it instead, a new beginning." He said and his lips met mine in a kiss that was a promise words could never say as eloquently.

I don't think that snow fell early after all. I think that snow came just in time!

THE END
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