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Stuck in a Snowdrift Sometimes, I really hate winter! It had been snowing for several days, and the temperatures here in the Alaskan outback hadn't hit zero for a couple of weeks. At 20 below the car doesn't start, the body doesn't function, and each day that it continues, the blood seems to run a little thicker and more sluggish. The snow was a welcome sight because it indicated to everyone the temperatures were going to moderate some, and they did. I needed to get out and run some errands, and was on my way home when a big truck, hogging the middle of the road, forced me off into a slight ravine. It wasn't much and I shouldn't have been stuck, but I was. Since I was less than a quarter mile from home, I walked. When I got there I called several of my friends to see if I could get a tow. No one was around. Except for Gene. Gene lives just up the road, and is married with a small child. I have worked for several year with Gene's wife, and was certain he was as straight as they come. Gene worked in the summer as a fisherman, and as a road worker. So he was basically an outdoorsman. He is tall, about six foot, two or three, with always tousled blond- brown hair. Gene has a great build, undoubtedly from his outside work, and manages to keep fit, even in the dead of winter. He's probably no older than 26 or 28, not quite half my age, but a whole lot younger. His smile is contagious, and I'd never fantasized about him until I called him to ask for help that morning. I thought he was perhaps a bear cub, and I myself am a mature bear who loves sucking, fucking, hand jobbing, or anything else a strong, young bear stud can give to me. Shit, I was getting hard just thinking about Gene coming to help me out. But I didn't want to be too obvious, and I wasn't even really convinced that he would be willing or able to do much other than pull my truck out. Hell, that was what this was all about anyway, not some clandestine love affair with a married man! He arrived about 20 minutes later, with coffee mug in hand, dressed in his tan Carhartt coveralls, hair tousled as usual, smiling and ready to give he a helping hand. We drove to where my car was stuck, and Gene skillfully put the chains on my car and his truck, and within seconds we were out. "Thanks, Gene," I started. "Can I interest you in another cup of coffee? I just put some on before you picked me up." "Hey," he said, grinning, "that would be just great. I'll follow you back to your place." Well, I was so excited, I almost drove off the road getting back to my place. We arrived at the same time, and Gene came in, losing his boots at the door, but keeping his coveralls on. I took this as a sign that he wouldn't be staying all that long, and my fantasy was deflated. Still, I enjoyed Gene's company, and could use the company just now. "I don't know what's wrong with me lately," I started after pouring a couple of cups of fresh coffee. "Maybe as I get older, my driving gets worse." Hey, I was approaching 50, and often thought things were getting away from me. Still, I kept in good shape, had few gray hairs, could get my cock hard any time I wanted, and could still show a cub like Gene a thing or two. ""Oh, come on. You're not that old. And besides, you're in good condition and must have good reflexes." Gene kept on talking and I noticed how animated his eyes could be. The clear blue of his eyes drew me in as I fantasized about his hairy, hard body. "Don't you think so?" he asked, and I was brought back to real time with no idea what he was talking about. "What did you just say, Gene? I was kind of spacing out." "I said that I thought men could stay virile and active really well into their old age, and that I knew you were in good shape and could satisfy." Gene smiled when he stopped and I wasn't sure if I heard him right or not. He didn't say who I could satisfy, and with his gorgeous face and hairy body, I'd be willing to find out if he really meant it. "Say, Gene, why don't you take off those heavy coveralls and stay a while?" I ventured. He hesitated, unzipped the top, and I could see why he hadn't taken them off. There was nothing under them. "Uh, well, I kind of left in a hurry and didn't bother putting on anything under the coveralls." The zipper was all the way to his navel, and through the thick, insulated fabric I could see the outline of a rock hard bulge that needed servicing. I reached across and touched his hand. I slid my other hand down beyond the zipper and felt a pulsing, rock hard rod. Gently I brushed my had over the tip and Gene shivered. "Gene, my boy, I can share with you the wisdom and pleasure of many years of manhood, if you want." He just smiled and weakly whispered, "Yes, oh yes." I guided him to stand up and, on my tip toes, reached for his beautiful, thick lipped mouth. My strong tongue pierced the orifice, and Gene groaned a long low groan. I'd guess he'd never been kissed by a man before, and after as many times as I had, I knew how to kiss like I meant it. My hands were both inside the zipper of the coveralls now and I was massaging his throbbing cock. It was fat, hard, hugely veined, and leaking pre-cum as much as some people cum. Gene was groaning even louder, and I knew he was about to explode. I pulled the top of his coveralls down, and the whole thing fell to the ground, revealing at least 11 inches of flexing man muscle, my hands holding tight. I wanted badly to suck his dick, but continued to work my hands up and down because I could tell he was about to blow. And blow, he did! Gene shot the first spurt, and creamed his own fur lined chest. His second spurt was even more voluminous than the first, and his last several spurts were just icing on the cock! I bent down and slurped up as much as I could. Gene looked like he was in shock. His head was thrown back and he was panting as if he'd just run a marathon. "Are you okay," I asked. "Oh yes, better than okay. I'm in ecstasy. I have never blown that much. How did you do that?" he asked eagerly, like a child wanting to learn more. "Hey, Gene, I didn't do anything you yourself couldn't do. The more you cum, the more you have to cum. Now, put your hand down here and get busy." I guided Gene's hand to my own pulsing penis, and showed him how to stroke it from the outside of my jeans. I knew the precum was leaking, but wanted to be deliberate in my attempts to teach Gene. He unsnapped my jeans and pulled out my own 10 inches, and stroked even, long strokes from top to bottom. He went down on his knees, and I knew I was going to get the pleasure of his thick, wet lips. As if it were a natural instinct. Gene tongued the tip of my cock, savoring the salty pre-cum. His tongue seemed to know what to do, and shortly I urged, with my pulsating appendage, him to receive me in his mouth. Ho obliges and started sucking like a power vacuum sweeper. In just a few seconds I felt the warm stream start in the middle of my balls, and then work through the tiny tunnels, until I could stop it no more. White, hot cum blasted the inside of Gene's mouth, dripping out the side, as he reached up to catch what was going out, and also to catch my cock in his hand. As he slowly released my dick, he grasped it with his hand, and squeezed out every bit of the precious white juice. "Did you enjoy the cream I served with your coffee, Gene?" I asked, smart ass that I am. "Oh yes, yes. But I have a problem. I need to have some work done on this tool here." He pointed down to his own throbbing man meat, ready for action again. I decided it was my turn to suck the daylights out of him. I immediately went to work, and found that, while Gene did not cum as fast the second time, he shot as much, or more, than he did the first time. His ejaculations were simply explosive. More cum than I've ever seen with anyone else, and I have been around, believe me. We retired to the couch, both spent, and buck naked. "Gene, I think I'm in shock. I never would have guessed that you would get off having sex with an older daddy bear. What gives?" I asked. "Oh, it's just my wife, and our kid. Our house is so small, and he sleeps in the same room, and well, to be quite honest, we don't ever have sex. I need an outlet. You have provided one. I think we'll become great friends. This could be a daily visit, until fishing starts. Then, hey, who knows. I may have to use different criteria this year for hiring my crew." He winked and smiled his broad smile, and that familiar twitch returned to my love muscle. This Daddy/Son thing was sure going to be fun.