Snowfall

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

I listened to the crunch of snow beneath my feet as it quickly fell; it was somewhat therapeutic after the day I had just experienced.

I was in our company's lunchroom eating lunch, and one of the guys asked me about what I had planned for Christmas. I accidentally let it slip that I was, in fact, gay and had a husband, "I was thinking about cuddling up with my handsome husband and drinking hot cocoa with him. After that, dead silence-- like the calm before the storm-- and then all hell broke loose.

My coworkers up roared, and exclaimed things such as, "I can't believe I let you into my house," or, "my poor children probably caught your gay!" It was very infuriating to hear things like that coming from the people I'd worked with for almost half a decade.

Soon after that, my boss called me into his office over the PA system. And as I walked out of the large lunchroom, people avoided me as if I were like a plague. The shiny, white, tiled floor and dull white walls of the lunchroom turned to gray carpet and tan walls. Soon, I reached the elevator with its dull gray doors and pushed the button to call it.

Ding.

I stepped in and pushed the button for the top floor. Another ding, and I stepped out and walked the deserted hallway to the large blurred glass doors with the name of my boss, the owner of Tomorrow Industries, Jerry Summers.

I lightly knocked on his door, and soon afterward his deep voice told me to enter.

Contrary to his name, he seemed to be the embodiment of winter. He had short black hair that seemed dull, yet was also shiny. And ice blue eyes, with a stunning white smile. He had milky white skin, and was very tall, and very lean. He wore light blue trousers with black shoes, and a white dress shirt as well as a coat that was the same light blue as that of his dress pants. His tie and the buttons on his coat were black like his shoes.

"Draco, you're one of the best employees I have here, and I can't let you go without offering some way to keep you here." He went silent for a few minutes. "How's this," he continued, "you keep your job, but take a pay cut as well?" He must've noticed I didn't look to enthusiastic about his offer. "Well, how about a demotion, and slightly lowered pay?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I've worked my ass off to get to where I am now. I am basically the manager of this large corporation of yours. You don't even contribute to it anymore; you run off, fucking all the secretaries behind your wife's back, and let me do all your work for you. I'm not taking a pay cut, or a demotion." I replied.

He appeared to mull this over. "Well... I could keep you here, as you are, but only under one condition. You see, I've heard that only a guy knows how to really please a guy. And I've always wanted to try... but, this kind of thing would have to be kept secret, if you catch my drift."

I was shocked; Here I was, about to get fired for being gay, and he wants me to blow him.

"Good-bye."

"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider-"

"I don't. Good-bye. I'll pack my stuff and leave."

I left his office, returned to the elevator and went to the floor directly below his. Upon reaching my office, I witnessed a tragic sight.

It was torn apart. My office supplies were all over the place, my work papers were tossed about and torn and trampled on. My laptop was smoking and there was a large puddle of coffee around it, my awards for being the best employee for years had graffitti on them, and on all the walls as well such as, "Go away fag," or, "Go to hell, fag boy." Among other things.

I took a quick look around and realized that nothing was salvageable, so I left the building and didn't even turn back to look at Tomorrow Industries.

The scene was odd considering what just happened. Everything was bathed in white. Snow came down quickly, and I didn't have a ride; usually my sweet would be here to pick me up, but he wasn't expecting me to be out of work so soon. And I didn't have my cellphone because my coworkers destroyed everything in my office. So, I started my trek home, each step punctuated by a crunch of snow beneath my shoes.

Three and a half hours later, I finally arrived home. It was a relatively large home, two stories, large yard, pool, big garage and all that. But that fits provided that, until recently, I had worked a job that paid 5 figures... a month. I suppose it really was a good idea to save most of the surplus money.

I unlocked the large, wooden door and trudged in, soaking wet and shivering. I took off my shoes and my coat and just dropped them by the front door and started up the white, carpet stairs toward the master bedroom because it had the biggest bathtub.

As I got into the bathroom, I glanced at myself in the mirror first. My curly black hair was dripping, and my brown eyes showed that I was very tired. My lightly tanned skin didn't seem tan at all, I looked really pale; I really needed a warm bath. My dress shirt clung to my thin body and revealed the thin figure beneath it.

I walked toward the bathtub and turned on the water, within seconds, the water was hot and started filling up the bathtub. While it filled, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes, poured in a bubble solution that smelled like apples, and stretched before getting into the tub.

As hot as it was, it didn't really seem to warm me up. I felt warmer, but not like normal. So I relaxed, trying to soak in the warmth.

"Draco?" I heard his smooth voice ask from the door.

"Yeah, Lance?"

"Why are you home so early?" my husband inquired.

I looked at him. He had black hair, like mine, except it was straight and naturally laid flat. His light brown eyes were full of concern. His skin was pale white, smooth and perfect all over. He had worked out recently, he was covered in a light sheen of sweat and merely had on a pair of black gym shorts.

"Long story short, I got fired." I answered, defeated.

"Oh no... why?!" he seemed shocked.

"Because, I stayed true to my heart, I wouldn't I take a demotion, pay cut, or suck my boss off."

The last part alarmed Lance. "WHAT?!"

"He wanted me to 'pleasure him, like only men could,'" I said, mimicking Jerry.

At some point, Lance got on his knees beside me, outside of the tub, and with one hand lightly played with my hair. I could smell his unique, warm scent, and mixed with his light sweat, it was very arousing.

I turned my head toward him and stole a kiss-- and stole was the right word to use-- he gasped as soon as he had realized I kissed him. He kissed me in return, but he lingered there and I returned it, blanketed by his arousing scent. His tongue brushed my lips, which happily parted, and allowed his tongue to explore my mouth.


He deepened the kiss and that combined with his scent made me want him so much more than normal. Next thing I knew, I was climbing out of the tub and right on top of him, our kiss still unbroken. It was then that I realized the shorts were the only thing he had on, there was a major tent going on; which heated me up a little more, and I was naked, exposed to only him.

Eventually we parted for air, and he rolled us over, and grinded his erection against mine, causing me to gasp. He kissed me hungrily while he held himself over me, and grinded his hips gently against mine. Then he licked my jaw, kissed my neck, and bit my collrbone; which resulted in a groan, moan, and gasp respectively.

Soon, he moved his sweet lips downward and kissed my chest, he nibbling on skin here and there along his path. I writhed beneath him as I experienced so much pleasure. Then, he licked downward from my navel until he reached my throbbing length.

"Your 7 inches always look so delicious..." he said as he kissed the head, "And they are, I guess that's why I enjoy sucking you off..." he whispered huskily before he bobbed his head up and down the entire length.

"Lance..." I panted when he teased me by exhaling on my throbbing, wet member.

I fought my climax for as long as I could, but his tongue and warm, wet mouth sent me over the edge. "LANCE!" I moaned out in extacsy, as I panted and gripped the rug beneath us.

He picked me up and carried me into our bedroom and set me on our bed. He started stripping off his shorts, revealing tight, black bikini briefs. I felt myself hardening up again looking at his erection straining against the tight, small briefs.

"So hot..." I whispered to him.

"So are you... Look at what you do to me..." he pulled off his briefs, slowly, sensually; as if he punctuated his sentence with that action.

I saw his thick, long, 9 inch cock. I gasped, I knew i'd feel that deep inside me soon.

He got lube from his dresser and lubed up a finger. He rubbed it along my entrance, teasing me.

"Lance," I mewled at him, "don't tease me..."

He smirked at me and slowly stuck the finger in. He played, slowly twisting and pistoning his finger in and out.

I moaned quietly, begging for more.

He pulled the finger out, reapplied the lube, and rubbed my hole with two fingers before they slid in. I gasped out loud.

He started going faster, teasing me. He knew I wanted him to get to the main event. I didn't want it anymore. I needed it. At some point, I was so enveloped in pleasure, that I didn't realize he was very rapidly pumping three fingers into me.

He pulled the fingers out, climbed back onto the bed, and kissed me deeply, grinding his length along mine. He licked his way back down, sucking on my member before grabbing my hips and pulling my so that my legs hung off the bed.

"Ready?" He asked as he put the head against my hole and applied slight pressure, teasing me.

I responded by pushing myself down against him, he pulled back, anticipating my actions.

"Ah, ah, ah..." he teased, giving a little push.

"Please!" I screamed out, desperate with need.

"Well, beg for it."

"Please... shove your cock in me! Bury it deep in my ass! I need it!" I declared, completely needy, "pound me senseless! Be rough with me! Come on!"

He didn't say anything; instead he teased my hole. I whimpered. And then he shoved his whole length straight into me, all nine thick inches. I orgasmed from the sheer pleasure as he hit my prostte straight on.

"Yes!!!" I exclaimed in orgasmic bliss.

He just pounded into me relentlessly. "Yeah! This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asked, pounding into me as hard as he could with each word.

"Yes! More! More!" He responded by going harder and faster. I couldn't get a grip on my pleasure. I ended up orgasming again.

He just kept going, I didn't know how he managed it. He went until I was numb with pleasure. I couldn't take it. I had orgasmed so many times, I was so well and truly exhausted I could barely stay conscious.

When he finally did finish. I felt it. He throbbed hard, expanding in me, and covered my insides with white. He groaned with each spurt inside me, thrusting in turn. I thought he'd never stop, he just kept going. It was to the point where some of his cum even leaked out while he was still coating my insides with his thick, powerful orgasm.

When he finally did stop, he collapsed onto me.

"I love you" I whimpered, exhausted.

"I love you too." He kissed me deeply, his cock still buried deeply in me.

He rolled over, pulling me with him, and positioned us so that my head was on his chest, my arm over his abdomen, and my left leg between his two legs. His heartbeat was rapid, yet strong; comforting and hypnotic.

I was falling asleep, but not before I noticed the snow was really falling.

I awoke short after to a hard cock burned in my ass, he was still asleep. So, I took the only logical approach: I sat up and I rode him hard and long until he filled me to overfowing again, there was so much of it pooling out around his cock. I loved the feeling.

We fell back asleep, and I dreamed peacefully, as snow fell outside our window.

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