"Lake Tahoe" (mf, cheat)


Andy had surprised me with his "guy" collection just before the battery warning
went off. He had a nice collection of men, and I had to admit that I was just a
little warmer than I would have been otherwise, from looking at them. I've always
loved to look at naked men. (Not that I've had all that many chances to do it.)
It took Jeff a little while to get used to me always asking him to take his
clothes off. As far as I'm concerned,  if the heats up in the apartment, there's
no reason that he has to wear clothes. And he looks so nice naked.

We sat for another hour in the cold when I realized that I had to pee, and it
quickly became an urgent dilemma for me. I think that if I'd been alone I might
have just used the Burger King Coke cup sitting in its holder, but with Andy in
the car this was out of the question. Finally I said, "I gotta pee, I'll be right
back." I was gone for no more that a couple of minutes taking care of my urgent
business, when I opened the car door and jumped back in the drivers seat; I was
instantly ready to knock little Andy Pascoe's block off. His dad might be my
boss, but the little shit had dug my computer out of my carry-on and was running
it, warming his lap. "HEY! BOZO! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I
yelled in my most commanding tone.

He looked up at me with a beatific smile on his face and said two words that
stopped me in my tracks. "Kristen's collection." I was speechless. I'd never
thought about the consequences of having someone actually find out *who* I am.
Thoughts about being fired from my job, about this little jerk telling the whole
world *who* I am. I mean he had access to my home address, my home phone.  Then
he said, "Guess I didn't even know what I was talking about, did I? So you're
Kristen huh. Who'da guessed?" He just stared at me as my computer battery started
beeping. "You ought to keep it charged better," he said as he shut it down.

"I was using it on the plane, now give it here. If you say anything to anyone
I'll have to have you murdered. I hope you know that!?"

Andy just smiled back at me and said, "I hadn't thought about it, but this does
give me a little power in our relationship doesn't it?"

"Relationship? We don't have a relationship. You're just a twerpy snoop who
should have his legs broken at the knees." I knew that I probably sounded pretty
stupid, but I was flustered and had no idea what to do.

"God, it's cold in here. I don't think you have to worry about me saying
anything, we're going to freeze to death tonight anyway. I'm starting to worry
whether we're going to make it." His teeth were beginning to chatter from the
cold now. If the truth be known I was worried too. Not so much about dying, but
frostbite was a real threat.

"Come on, we have to get in the back of the truck. If we lie down beside each
other and cover ourselves with everything we have maybe our combined body heat
will give us a little warmth." It's all I could think of to say. Ever since I had
gone outside to pee, I hadn't been able to get warm again. I was starting to
loose the feeling in my toes, and the last thing I wanted was frozen toes.

We climbed into the back of the Blazer and threw all my spare clothes on top of
us. I rolled over on my side and told Andy to spoon me. "And don't get any stupid
adolescent ideas either." I thought I'd better throw that cautionary in for good
measure.

After what seemed like weeks I looked at my ladies Swiss Army watch; it glowed
back at me, almost mockingly. We'd only been laying there for less than twenty
minutes. My toes were completely numb now. I could feel the cold creeping up my
legs. I was so cold by then that I knew I wouldn't even be able to walk. Not that
there was any place to walk to.

I asked Andy, "How do you feel?"

"I'm really cold, and what's worse; now I'm cold and I'm horny. Do you have any
idea what laying like this is doing to me?" His voice cracked on the word "this".
Normally I'd good-naturally tease him about his voice, but at the moment I was in
pain.

Slowly I came to the realization that we were in terrible trouble here. If
someone didn't come down the road soon, we might both be damaged for life. I
could just picture my feet with no toes, and myself hobbling around on stumps for
the rest of my life. That vision sparked me into action.

The same thought kept running through my head. It was a saying a girlfriend of
mine used to say a lot. "Have you ever noticed that when you're having sex that a
head-cold, or an allergy seems to go away. It's like while you're 'doing it' your
body corrects any malfunction, or your mind regulates the body to make it feel
better."  She used to think that this theory proved that everything was based on
mind over matter.

A little hesitantly I asked Andy, "How do your feet feel?" He responded in a
muffled voice, "Like needles are being stuck in them. I'm so cold I don't think
I'll be able to take it much longer."

With a resigned sigh, I reached my hand behind me and cupped his crotch. "How
does this feel?" I asked.

"Hey!" he yelped, his voice breaking again in his surprise.

I could feel his body jump when my fingers gripped him through his pants. Many
thoughts ran through my mind right then. All the reasons why I shouldn't be doing
this, and almost as quickly I answered myself with the arguments why I should. 'I
shouldn't do this because it would be cheating on Jeff. ' I answered that problem
quickly with the argument that he would understand the situation called for
drastic methods.' Then I thought,  'I don't have any condoms', and just as
quickly my brain manufactured the obvious answer that 'Andy was obviously a
virgin so I wouldn't catch anything from him'. Then, boom, another problem;
'You'll get fired if his dad finds out that you fucked his little pride and joy',
of course that argument against death or dismemberment was easy to overcome. Soon
I had reconciled myself to what I was going to do.

Slowly I began to massage Andy through the material of his pants. He quieted down
for a bit and just lay there and let me feel him. But soon he began writhing
around behind me. The thought occurred to me that I wasn't doing this just to get
him off. We needed to generate serious body heat, and for both of us. But at the
same time I knew that Andy wouldn't last very long the first time either. So I
rolled over facing him and started to kiss him on the lips. (I love kissing guys.
It's even better than dancing with them, and I LOVE to dance.) It never fails to
get me going, when I kiss a guy, even Andy. And I very badly needed to get myself
in the *mood* for what I knew must to be done.

He was kissing me back now. I could just barely make out his face in the dark as
we kissed. His eyes were closed tight and he had this desperate look on his face.
I could tell he was lost in the sensations of the moment. It was very touching to
see his urgency. I kept my eyes open and watched him responding to me.

After a short while I steeled myself for the next step. Andy needed to get that
first orgasm out of the way, and I didn't want to have to lay in his wet spots
for the rest of the night. That left me with a decision:  which way to take him.
I decided quickly, and reached with both hands to unfasten his pants. I figured
that he would last about ten seconds and I didn't want him spurting all over
everything just in case he couldn't hold it.

Pants unfastened, boner out and waving. I shut my eyes and kissed it. Then I was
worried that if I messed around he'd make that mess I didn't want all over me. So
I did one of my Jeff specials. Jeff likes it best when I just give him lip
friction in fast deep dives, then on the withdrawal he likes it when I swirl my
tongue on the underside and at the little flange at the head. I do that ten or
twelve times then I take him in my hands and slowly jack his long wang, then the
dives again. I repeat that until he can't hold back any more and I either take
him internally, or I let him shoot all over the place. I only do that when I want
to reward him for something he's done really nice for me, otherwise I'm a little
more selfish about sex.

With little Andy it only took three dives and he was groaning and jerking around
underneath me. I was enjoying myself for a moment. Until all those thoughts
popped into my mind as Andy pumped his sperm down my throat. I was *cheating* on
Jeff. Then the next moment I was mad at *Jeff* for making me feel guilty. Didn't
he want me to stay alive and in one piece? It's not like I was going to run away
with this kid or anything. (Isn't it' funny how we can turn the blame around for
anything when the occasion warrants?)

I kept swallowing Andy's sperm; I was beginning to find it hard to keep
swallowing. I felt a little bloated by the time he had his last spasm in my
mouth. Even though I was a little queasy from taking so much of a strange guys
spunk, I was *glad* that it wasn't freezing on our skin, or on the carpet beneath
us.

Andy's eyes were still closed, and my hand was still on his nice looking cock. I
took the opportunity to look at his pole as it stuck out of the fly of his pants.
It had the nicest shape. I've only seen a few guys in real life, but his was one
of the nicest real life weenies I'd ever seen. It was kind of thick and probably
about five inches long - but it was so sculptured. I'm not making a lot of sense
am I? I guess you had to be there to know what I'm talking about.

Although I felt a little better blood circulation-wise, my toes were still numb,
and I knew that I needed some real exertion myself, and I knew what I would have
to do to make that happen. So I unzipped my black ski pants and pulled one leg
off. Andy was lying on his back watching me struggle with my pants. He looked
amused, the little crud. I knew that I would lose body heat by taking my pants
off, but couldn't figure out any other way to do what I had in mind with them 
on. I also knew that I needed to be on top if I wanted to get my circula- tion
flowing properly.

After I'd tugged my pants off one leg and then put on one pant-leg of another
outfit on my other leg, I had the essential area bare while at the same time
keeping my legs covered from the cold.

I can not lie;  I was dripping with anticipa- tion. My sex life had been focused
on Jeff for the past 18 months. And before that with two other guys, and that had
been only sporadically. So this was new and exciting to me no matter how much I
wanted to pretend that it was a life saving exercise. I knelt beside Andy and
unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly completely. Then I  tugged at his
waistband, pulling his pants part way down his thighs.

YES! He really looked wonderful. What I could see of his stomach was so tight. He
didn't have a lot of hair on his body, and reminded me a little of a muscular
female, except that his cock was fully hard and waiting for me. I didn't want to
wait any longer. I knew I was wet enough for him so I straddled his body and took
his shiny cock in my hand, and sank down on it.

Again I have a confession to make: he felt wonderful inside me. His thick cock
filled me so completely. I started to ride him immediately; you couldn't have
stopped me at that moment if his father had shown up knocking on the window.

Andy was watching me. I could tell even with my eyes closed. I was thrusting my
hips forward, not raising up, just like a lady bronco rider, rubbing myself
against him, feeling him inside me. It had been so long since I'd felt the thrill
of sex with a strange man. Guiltily I thought of Jeff, then I thought about how
it had been with Jeff the first time. I had seduced him on the balcony of my
little apartment. I remembered how good it had felt to have Jeff on top of me
that lazy afternoon. To have his strong Nordic cock thrusting deep inside me.

"Ooooohhhh GOD! YES!" I was coming on top of Andy in one of the most intense
orgasms I think I've ever had. The thought of fucking Jeff, while I was really
doing it to Andy just seemed to push me over the edge. I could feel my body
shivering on top of Andy's. He was gasping as I rammed him as deep as I could
inside me. He felt so good!

I could see his stomach muscles working as he thrust back at me. He looked as if
he couldn't catch his breath and began to gasp for air. As he raised his upper
body to hug me I knew he was having his own orgasm deep inside me. The thought of
a strange man coming in me brought on another more leisurely orgasm as I
continued to lovingly rub myself against him, taking him as deep as he would go.

He held on to my neck for almost a full minute before falling back to the floor
of the Blazer with a sigh that told me he was done. I leaned forward and kissed
him, making sure he didn't fall out of me while we embraced.

As we kissed I realized that my toes felt per- fectly normal again. In fact I
felt rudely flushed and perfectly healthy. As I looked up, I noticed that the
windshield was completely fogged up, and realized that I was warm. Then I
calculated how long we would keep our pleasant afterglow. I figured that maybe we
would be OK for about a half-hour or so. Looking at my watch I noticed that it
was 1AM.

Hmmm, at this rate we're going to be awfully tired tomorrow. Let's see, it's 1AM,
a half hour of warm blood circulation... say 7AM before dawn, and maybe 8 before
anyone gets down here, lets see how many times will we have to. . .?

Epilogue:

It was almost 8 o'clock in the morning before a snowplow came down the road with
the highway patrol following behind. The patrolman was amazed that we were so fit
after the night we'd obviously had to endure. The patrolman fixed our fuse, and
let us go on our way.

Both Andy and I dragged through the Wednesday morning meetings. His father let us
go after the noon break because we looked so tired. I let Andy stay with me that
afternoon, but only as a special good-bye for both of us. We'll always be special
friends, and I don't think I have to worry about him giving secrets away anymore.
I now have Andy on my story list. He'll be getting this as a matter of fact.
(I've encouraged him to write the same story from his perspective and hope he
does, it would be interesting to read.)

Oh and one more thing. I kicked some butt on the slopes Saturday. Even though my
ski outfit looked a little rumpled.