Arctic Circle Heat

Rodney Jennsen was trodding along on the dense snowbanks of a Northern Alaska autumn and wondering how he hell he let himself get talked into this. Autumn was a matter of the snow merely trying to bury you alive, when it was the full of winter, the snow tried to cut you to a million tiny pieces to freeze you before it buried you.

"When the hell are we going to strike camp?" he griped. "My balls froze solid two hours ago!" He was the middle one of the three, all wearing heavy layers of warm clothing and trodding on snowshoes with backpacks and poles to help them keep their balance. Like three black yeti, they tramped through the 95% white snow wilderness of the far north nature preserve.

"Almost there." Phil Hawkins said. He was the "sherpa" of their little Thanksgiving holiday trip to the remote regions of Alaska, which had sounded a lot more fun in still-sunny Los Angeles than it did now that they were close to the Arctic Circle and learned that winter in this part of the USA lasted from October to April and they were a month or more too damned late.

"I'm cold, too. And the weather report said a snowstorm was coming tonight." complained Ja'Quan Watson, the third member of their little expedition wending its way through snow-covered pine trees and snow covered bushes and snow-covered everything. If they hadn't been wearing snowshoes, they would have sunk into those dense banks and never come out again. They had cell phones and could call for help if they had to, but that would cost thousands of dollars Rodney didn't have to spare. How the fuck did he get talked into this?

"Just over this hill. Wait'll you see it, you'll be glad we kept going." Phil assured them. He was the only one in his own element and this was close to where he'd grown up, he knew these woods intimately, it was Rodney and Ja'Quan were the the fish out of water. Or like two tropical birds who followed a polar bear up to his home turf.

Rodney struggled on and was getting tireder and tireder and he was ready to lie down on that snow bank up ahead of them and just never get up again.

Phil pointed to a crest in the bank and said "There it is! Come on, let's get moving, it'll be nightfall in a while."

"So?"

"It gets a little nippy out at night." Phil grinned at the pair out of his parka with the hood making a fur-lined circle around his face like a distorted smile emoji.

"Har-har, I'm laughing so hard I'm freezing solid!" griped Ja-Quan.

"Come on, let's pick up the pace, and we'll all be warm and then some in less than an hour."

With that promise the three persevered and helped Phil dig out the central part of the large snowbank to reveal...

"A cave?" Rodney asked.

"Partly." Phil explained. "We need to let the snow form part of the part we're digging out. Think of it as a quick-and-easy-igloo."

The snow was firmly packed and they had to saw to get it to come away in chunks, but those same blocks let them cover the third of the "igloo" off from the outside world. A hole at the top in the snow vented the fire they built from the wood Phil gathered while Rodney and Ja-Quan unpacked their belongings in the eight-foot circle they had. Their bedrolls were laid out over a third of this circle and that left in the center a place where Rodney built their fire, using a metal wire box shaped like a box the milk companies use to deliver their products to the stores. Atop it, he placed a coffee pot. "We'll have hot coffee in no time." he promised. And he built up the fire.

The fire did the work promised, with only this small space to heat it soon became very warm inside. The three men stripped off the heavy snow gear and were in their clothes.

And the space grew warmer still. "Shit, it's getting hot as hell in here." Ja'Quan complained.

"You guys." Phil said. "First you were too cold, now you're too hot. It's a fire, it'll burn down and get cooler in here and we can work this to a comfortable temperature."

"What the fuck we going to do until then." Rodney said. "I'm sweating and then some."

"Do something." Ja'Quan demanded.

"I will." Phil replied and began to take the rest of his clothes off.

"Shit, man, you going to get naked? Here?" Rodney asked.

"Are you shitting us?" Ja'Quan added.

"You want to cool down for a while, take off your clothes, too." Phil said. "The fire will burn down and it'll get cooler again soon." He stood proudly bare-assed naked, with his shoulder-length hair and Van Dyke beard, with a swirling tribal tattoo around one bicep like an armband. Knelt down on his bedroll.

"Hell." Rodney took off his shirt. Then his shoes. Then his socks and t-shirt. Then his pants. Clad only in his briefs he looked over at Ja'Quan. Who was skinning out of his own briefs to be naked as Phil.

"What are you waiting for?" Phil teased Rodney. "Got a problem?"

"A little problem?" Ja'Quan said and waggled his little finger with other fingers closed at Rodney.

"A teeny tiny problem." Phil chuckled.

"Oh, hell." Rodney slid off his shorts.

"Yep, teeny-tiny." Phil hooted.

"Hey, I got a grower not a shower." Rodney protested. His poor nuts and prick had fought the cold by shriveling up and playing "scared turtle" on him. He looked like a shrimp all right.

"Go get it to grow if you want to prove us wrong." Phil taunted him.

"Why should I?"

"He's got a point." Ja'Quan said.

"Make a bet with you guys." Phil said. "Let's all get it hard and the loser has to suck the cocks of the other two."

"Huh?" Phil said.

"Afraid to gamble?" Ja'Quan added. "I'll make that wager, my cock has been hungry for days now."

"Shit!" Rodney had to put up or shut up. His own package was nothing to be ashamed off, and if they were going to sit here until the approaching snowstorm blew over. Then they'd have to slog home through a pile of even higher snow than when they walked here. Might as well get his jollies this way as another.

He watched Phil and Ja'Quan grab their cocks and begin to pump and seeing that got his "turtle" to come out to play, he pulled it out and soon had it as erect as the other.

Phil, meanwhile, had pulled out a cloth tape measure. "Measuring from the top. None of this ‘fat ball' nonsense."

"Works for me." Ja'Quan said and Rodney nodded.

Ja'Quan's nine-inch cock had them both beat handily, which the black man had known ahead of time, but the other two were closely matched by eye. When measured, Rodney's seven inches were just a half-inch less than Phil's seven and a half.

"You lose." Phil crowed, in obvious relief, he hadn't been sure, Rodney realized, when he saw Rodney's own endowment.

"So you got to suck both of us off now." Ja'Quan said. "You can start with Phil or me, I'm not fussy."

"Well, I am." Phil said. "Get to sucking." He and Ja'Quan snickered.

"Hell, yeah." Rodney said. "I was wondering when we'd get to the sex."

"You want to suck our cocks?"

"As a start." Rodney said. "Why the hell do you think I agreed to come to north Alaska in November, for crying out loud?"

"He's got a point." Ja'Quan said to Phil.

"And the last thing I expect then was that the first thing you'd do is take us on a freaking hike!"

"Amen." Ja'Quan added to that.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Phil said. "How can I make it up to you?"

I grabbed his cock. "I have a few ideas. We'll talk about that after I finish sucking your cock." I stuffed his dong into my mouth and got to slurping."

"Shit, that's hot." Ja'Quan said from my other side. We had laid out our bedrolls as we had entered the shelter, Phil to my right, me in the middle, and Ja'Quan on my left. In sprawling down to get to his cock in his kneeling position, I had put my naked butt right in his main view of things.

I felt his finger slicked up with his spit poking at my ass, and I grunted as I kept on sucking. I was young and carefree and with my two best friends, if he wanted to fuck my ass, I was more than willing to let him just stuff it in me.

"I thought you wanted him to suck your cock." Phil said. "Ooh!" he gasped as I took him especially deep down my throat. "Oh, damn, man, suck it, don't swallow it."

"He can swallow mine any time." Ja'Quan said as he got his finger all the way into my butt to the knuckle. He tickled my prostate and I moaned as I slurped and Phil grunted and grabbed my head. He rose to his feet, the low overhang had him hunched over, but I rose to all fours which was his intent, I guess, because the next time I felt was Ja'Quan's lubed up cock poking at my butthole. I moaned as he slid it in. God, life was good, damned good, and even the high heat still in the shelter from the fire didn't bother me, I felt warm and safe and secure as an infant in the womb.

Ja'Quan's fucking of my ass was athletic and a bit rough, he didn't hurt me, but he was rocking my body back and forth. Phil was frustrated by my motions until he realized he could use it so he braced himself in place and let my rocking body and head and mouth do all the milking on his prong. This rocking motion was fast enough and lusty enough that Phil moaned and shot his squibs into my sucking maw even as Ja'Quan was just getting revved up.

Ja'Quan rolled me onto my back and kept up his fucking of me. Phil sat back and fondled his empty dong and smiled as his two best buddies were locked in sexual escapades.

Ja'Quan is one hell of a good butt-fucker, I was in rapt mania by the time my climax boiled up in my brain and the hot spray of my jizz up into the air (the first wad was so energetic it flew over my head and splatted Phil right on his cock in his cross-legged position. The rest landed on my face and chest, and Ja'Quan rewarded me for my explosive orgasm by having his own and he groaned and pumped his hot spooge deep into my body as he moaned and gripped me so tight it hurt. He was contrite and kissed me to make me better, then he and Phil shared the licking off of my spunk from my chest and face and I rescued the squib that had made it to his cock.

The snowstorm turned out to be a rather robust one, but we had all packed plenty of food in our packs and we waited out the four days we were stuck inside our little hut without incident. As Phil pointed out, anyone who was hungry was free to snatch a snack from his larder (with his hand on his cock to demonstrate which larder he meant). I worried about feeding the fire, but our three bodies encased in the small shelter added a lot to the small fire we kept and the temperature was never a real problem.

I got Phil next with a lusty fuck to his warm, dimpled ass and Ja'Quan let him nurse his pud while I pumped him. Ja'Quan sucked both of us at once with our cocks pressed together. He may have regretted it when we both spooged at once, for his nose squirted our jizz out from it as we climaxed, and we laughed as he blew snot/come a while as he cursed us as a pair of arrogant bastards. But he wasn't serious and I gave him an apology blowjob afterwards while Phil nursed my own pud.

It turned out to be a great Thanksgiving after all, even though we had bologna sandwiches for our holiday meal and we dug out on Sunday morning and found the world was now completely white with the snow. The sun would melt some of the snow from the trees but it seemed that, combined with the light gray skies that the world had been erased of color during our stay.

We walked that white wonderland with our laughter and humor making the trip home light and easy. Of course, as I pointed out, the trip back was all downhill.

Phil is coming to stay with Ja'Quan and me this summer and I plan to show him the joys of the ocean and warm sand and love in the moonlight has its own charms, but I remember our Arctic Circle snowbound days as being a very warm time indeed.

THE END
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