Randy Craig

Winter Accident

It was not with a sharp 'crack!', but with more of a dull 'thud' that the ice gave away. At first it seemed the big Kawasaki snowmobile would win and race out of the sinking ice. Spinning madly, its big track digging and grasping, the heavy machine slewed first left then right before sinking rear end first into the fractured lake ice. The engine, first at its highest pitch whine was silenced abruptly as the water overtook it. A sharp hiss emitted from its hot exhaust just before it too was submerged.

Jed, the big man driving the dying machine felt the icy needles of the shockingly cold water as it sprayed over him. He sputtered, floundering in a panic before realizing the insulated snowmobile suit easily floated him. He cursed under his breath. How could he have been so stupid? Was it the blizzard that had caused him to cut too close to the river as he had crossed the lake? He knew this place like the back of his hand, it was his own back yard for God's sake! Was it his excitement over the boy, the one he was giving a ride to his cabin?

The boy! Alarmed, he looked around. The boy! He had only just stopped to give him a ride. Oh hell, he might as well admit it now. He was hunting a boy in the blizzard. One just this boy's age, he had looked to be about ten all covered in his snow suit. He had planned this maneuver all week ever since the crackly sound of the weather announcer on the little am radio had announced the approaching storm. It was the chance he had fantasized about with increasing frequency. Lure a nice innocent boy to his hidden cabin. Fuck him and fuck him some more until… he never quite visualized an end. Did he drop off the raped boy to tell the world what he, Jed had done or did the boy just… disappear?

The boy had disappeared all right. "Shit," Jed yelled his frustration to the screaming wind.

Looking about wildly in the swirling water he spotted a glimpse of the green cowling. The water was not that deep after-all. Was it an arm he saw? Grabbing blindly in the water he connected with the flailing arm and pulled. He felt resistance and then, 'rip!' fabric stuck on the track gave way and the sputtering boy surfaced.

Coughing and choking the boy gasped sharply, filling his lungs with the much needed winter air. Jed towed the boy quickly through the broken ice to the river mouth and up the bank to safety.

Or was it safe? They were both soaked, freezing in a major blizzard. The boy was shaking badly and barely conscious. Time was critical. Jed glanced at the faint light through the blowing flakes.

His cabin! He had been so damn close! Struggling he drug the boy through the snow. The last fifty yards he felt only dead weight.

By feel he opened the door and with a heave dumped the boy in a pile in the center of the little cabin. He felt the heat like a searing blast on his icy skin.

"Stay wake!" he said sharply to the groggy boy, slapping his cheeks. He quickly stripped the boy of his wet sopping clothes, rubbing him down with a dry towel. Still no response.

Cursing he stripped off his own clothes and bundled a blanket around them both. NOT how he had planned it!

He laughed softly as his dick, rather than a rock hard nine inches [23 cm] was a mere shriveled lump.

"W-why ya laughing?" the boy stammered.

"Good, now stay awake! I was just laughing at the… irony, that's it the irony. I am rolled up with you but not how I had it in mind. Now start working those hands, arms, here I will rub your feet."

He rubbed energetically, breathing a sigh of relief as the boy's color returned. He was going to be ok.

Jed went to the back bedroom and quickly donned some dry clothes. He found some for the boy too and they both laughed at the result. He looked absurd in the huge oversized clothes.

The big man rubbed the boy's hair affectionately. "Let's get you home before you have worried parents."

Astride his smaller Skidoo, the boy tightly gripped the man's waist, as if they would plummet through the ice again. The contact felt good and Jed sighed with contentment. Not even close to his fantasy but it was a nice feeling. His cock, recovering from the cold, started to harden.

All too soon the boy signaled for them to turn in a drive.

"Ma," he yelled.

"Thank God!" a busty woman called out from the porch. "Me and your brother Luke were getting worried sick. This weather…" She flashed a bright teary smile to Jed.

"My goodness where are my manners do come on in! I just popped the chicken out of the oven, do come in!"

She bustled about followed by a younger tow headed boy of about eight.

"Here now, pull up a chair, no I insist. We ain't seen us a real man around here for some time, white meat or dark?"

The boy was bursting to tell his story. "Ma, he SAVED me!"

"Junior, now don't you be making up stories, now pass the mashed taters."

But the story did come out. Junior, as the boy seemed to be called was not the sharpest of tools in the set, but he could tell a story. He never seemed to even wonder why Jed had turned towards his cabin in the first place. The story centered on the big man diving in the icy water and pulling him to safety and carrying him through the raging blizzard.

"Oh my!" the mother said as she passed around the apple pie. "Oh my! Oh, you are such a hero!" He eyes watered up as she looked at the handsome stranger. She was of a brighter lot than her son. She knew point A, where Junior had been picked up, and point B, her cozy cabin did not pass point C, this newcomers cabin. But still… he HAD apparently saved her half-witted son.

It had been such a long time since a virile stud of a man had come by. She thought of another storm and the door swinging open, the disheveled blonde stranger staggering in. The heaving, hot sexy night that had followed, and Luke following nine months later. She hitched up her dress and rubbed the big man's thigh. "Is there any way to repay you?" she said coyly.

She rubbed closer to his growing bulging crotch. Damn, he was built! Not a bit of city fat on this guy, what a chest… Then she noticed his gaze, as he looked longingly at Junior.

She laughed to herself. She would just have to wait her turn. "Junior?" she said softly.

"Yea, ma?"

"Remember how you and the Taylor boy have been messin' with each other?"

"So." He sounded sulky.

"Well this NICE man Jed, he would like to go to your room for some of the same things!"

"MA!"

"You take him up there right now and show him a little kindness for what he did for you, young man!"

Jed could hardly believe the turn in the conversation. One minute they were talking about the apple pie and next, he was being led up the rickety stairs by the very boy he had earlier planned to… it was almost too unreal. And his last glance at the nubile mother, was she fondling her twat as she watched the two disappear?

She turned to her younger boy. "THAT is a fine looking man, we need to keep him around." Her eyes looked a little glazed. "I have a feeling you might be getting a younger brother or sister in the oven pretty darn quick!"

Luke was not quite following all of that.

"What are they doing, that man and Junior?" The walls were paper thin and the young mother cocked her head. "Hear that zipping sound?"

"Mmm, yea."

"That means that they are taking off their clothes." She now seemed to feel Luke needed a play by play, perhaps to fill in a gap in his education.

"The slurping sound? Junior is sucking on the nice man's big cock. I bet he is surprised how much bigger it is than that Taylor boy's!"

They listened to the ever increasing moans and groans along with the steady slurp, slurp. "Oh, I hope he doesn't cum yet, I hope he… yea hear that? He is pressing his big cock right on Junior's butt hole, he is getting ready to FUCK Junior, hear Junior cry? He is pressing hard now!"

She had her panties off and was rubbing her pussy furiously.

"Junior, relax, it's just like with the Taylor boy only bigger!" she yelled up through the thin floor.

She poked her fingers in her wet pussy as she heard Junior cry out and the big man grunt.

"NOW he is getting fucked good and proper!"

Luke almost didn't need the play by play now as he could hear the loud bed springs rhythmically squeak, his brother rhythmically cry out and the big man rhythmically grunt."

"Oh, what a Stud," the mother breathed red faced, "fuck my boy, fuck him hard!"

Jed seemed to not need any encouragement as he grunted and slammed away. Sometimes he slowed and it was barely a slow slap, slap of what the mother said were his hairy balls slapping Junior's ass, and other times it was a harsh rapid pistoning. Finally Jed let out a roar and one final grunt before all was quiet.

The mother let her own rhythm slow as she worked her wet pussy. She WOULD get her turn with this handsome hung stranger.

"Luke," she said softly. "Your turn honey." She knew once he saw her youngest it would be all over. He would be clay in her hands. She suddenly envisioned a more permanent relationship. If he was having his way with her boys, well she could easily and rightfully insist on a swing under that bat. The boys would be well fucked and sound asleep soon. THEN she could cut a nice deal. Once a week, say Friday evenings would be HER turn.

"Luke, wait a few more minutes and then go up to Junior's room. You have on your little dino undies? Perfect! Go in just wearing those honey. Go up and say to that Mr. Jed, 'I want to suck your cock'. Just like that. Yes dear, he will be fucking you next. Just be my brave little man, you will get used to it."

She sighed in satisfaction as another orgasm ripped through her body. An hour later she could hear Luke losing his virginity, his cries blending with the blizzard still howling outside the cozy little cabin.

The End