Authors: Scotty Cade
“Come back and sit here next to me,” he said. “Yes, I was restless, but not for the reasons you think—well, not all of them anyway. Yeah, it does feel like a little more pressure, but not from you. It’s all self-inflicted. Last night, I thought a lot about what you said about always knowing you were gay and your theory regarding people being born sexual, and it all kind of makes sense in an odd sort of way.”
“Thanks,” Brad said.
“Now let me finish,” Mac said.
Brad threw up his hands in an “I’m sorry, you’re right” kind of gesture.
“I haven’t always thought I was gay. In fact, I never thought I was gay, but here I am with feelings and an attraction to a man—not just any man, Brad, but you.”
Now it was Mac’s time to fidget. He sat up a little straighter and smoothed out the sheets on top of his legs.
“I tried to figure out why God or the universe, whichever you believe in, would bring us together and allow these feelings to surface without allowing us to act on them. I loved Lindsey with all of my heart, and if she were still alive, this would never have been an issue, but she’s not alive, and I’m alone, except for Jack and Zoe. Then I thought that maybe we were brought together five years ago, when you and Jeff started coming up to the lake, in preparation for all this—you, dealing with Jeff’s death and my needing someone in my life. It’s all so far-fetched, but how else can you explain it?”
“My sentiments exactly,” Brad added.
“Brad, I guess what I’m trying to say is, yes, I want to explore this thing and see where it goes. I just need to go slow and get used to it a little at a time. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense,” Brad said. “That’s some heavy shit. No wonder you were restless,” Brad said.
Brad took the cup of coffee out of Mac’s hands and put it down. He snuggled into Mac and laid his head on Mac’s chest. Mac wrapped his arms around Brad, and they lay there in silence.
“No pressure, Mac. All on your terms and timing,” Brad whispered. “I have all the time in the world and nowhere to go.”
Mac squeezed him tighter and kissed the top of his head. Brad looked up at Mac, and their lips met. Brad welcomed Mac’s tongue, and again they explored each other. Brad pulled away from the kiss, not wanting to push.
“How about some breakfast?” Brad asked.
“Sure, after all that deep thinking, I’m really hungry.”
They shared breakfast and another cup of coffee, smooching in between bits and sips and simply enjoying each other’s company in the early morning hours.
The cabin was still very dark due to the closed shutters, but they were both anxious to see how much snow had fallen and if there was any damage.
“Up and at ’em,” Mac said as he pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed. “We have a lot to do today, and the day’s half over.”
Brad followed Mac’s lead, and they both ran for the bathroom. Mac made it there first, because he was smaller-built and slimmer, whereas Brad was taller, bulkier, and more muscular.
Brad waited outside for a minute, and then put his fist to the door.
“What are you doing in there?” he yelled. “A beauty regimen?”
Through a mouth full of toothpaste, he heard Mac yell, “I’m brushing my teeth.”
Brad opened the door and stepped up to the sink. “If that’s all, there’s no reason why we can’t do that together.”
Mac smiled, toothpaste running down his chin as Brad squeezed the tube onto his toothbrush and ran it under the running water. Mac brushed with one hand and slid the other behind Brad’s waist as they stood, side by side, brushing their teeth.
When they were both finished in the bathroom and dressed, they walked to the front door and stopped.
“Here we go,” Mac said.
“I feel like Thelma and Louise,” Brad replied.
Mac chuckled and said, “You ready?”
“Go for it.”
Mac opened the door, and all they saw was white. They closed the door and walked to the back door and did the same. More white.
“How do we get out?” Brad asked.
“We dig,” Mac replied.
Mac grabbed the two snow shovels he’d placed inside the back door yesterday, and they started pushing the snow outward from the top down. When Mac realized the snow was solid, they stopped and closed the door.
“Let’s try the front door,” Mac said. “The storm came in from the south, which is why the back porch is covered. The front porch should be mostly drifts.”
They again opened the front door and repeated the process. After a couple of minutes, they could both see bright blue sky. They continued digging until they could get out of the door and start on the porch itself. The solid snow was about level with the front porch, which was about four feet off the ground, so clearing the front porch wasn’t too bad. But as they made their way around the side of the wraparound porch, the back porch was a different story. The rear of the cabin was level with the ground, which made it much more difficult to clear.
When they stopped for lunch, Mac made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while Brad carried the rocking chairs from the living room and put them back in their spots. They ate, staring at the amazing view of the snow-covered mountains and terrain. Mac could barely make out his plane, but it seemed to be okay. Tomorrow they would hike down the mountain and check on the lodge and the plane and make their way back up before dinner.
After lunch and another five hours of shoveling, the back porch was clear and a path to the storage shed was dug, so they could get at their snowshoes and other equipment. When they finally gave up for the day, it was six thirty. They were both beat. Mac dropped onto the couch and attempted to get his snow boots off.
“Let me help,” Brad said. “Then you can help me with mine.”
“Deal,” Mac said as he lifted his booted foot into the air.
Brad unlaced Mac’s left boot and pulled it off. Mac’s foot was ice-cold and soaking wet. He stripped off Mac’s sock; his foot was as shriveled as if he’d been in the swimming pool all day. Brad warmed Mac’s foot between his hands for a few minutes, then started on his right foot. He followed the same procedure, and shortly Mac was removing his ski pants and sweatshirt. Brad stopped a minute just to watch the strip show, and noticed how hot Mac looked in his long silk ski underwear.
When Mac finished getting the cold, wet clothes off, he motioned for Brad to sit on the couch. He did the same to Brad, and soon they were sitting on the couch side by side, out of breath, with a pile of wet clothes on the floor.
Mac stood first to stoke the small fire and put more wood on it, as Brad got up to get the bottle of brandy. It had gotten too cold for beer, and besides, the brandy had a great warming effect. They sipped brandy while they discussed the chores of the day and a plan for tomorrow.
“I think I need a hot shower to take the chill off,” Brad said. “Do you mind if I go first?” he asked.
“Of course not, help yourself.”
Brad walked into the bathroom, but didn’t close the door. Mac watched as Brad turned the shower on and started to remove his long underwear. When he was naked, he stood waiting for the water to get hot.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brad could see Mac staring at him. Mac didn’t turn away when Brad removed his shirt, so Brad stood there a little longer than he needed to, flexing his biceps and tightening his abs. He figured if Mac was curious, he would help him out. So Brad took his time removing his underwear.
This would be the real test
, he thought. He slowly removed his long underwear one leg at a time, and when he was totally naked, he stood there waiting for the water to heat up. He turned slightly so Mac had a clear view of him without looking too obvious. Mac didn’t turn away. In fact, he appeared to be studying Brad’s dick. The thought of that started to get Brad excited, and he didn’t want Mac to see him with an erection, so he quickly stepped into the shower.
Mac watched Brad intently, not knowing if Brad could see him or not. He felt voyeuristic, and it excited him just a bit. Mac had never seen Brad naked before, and he was beautiful. Mac stared at Brad’s finely chiseled chest and made his way down to his tight, washboard abs. He stopped when his gaze reached Brad’s dick. He had never actually looked at another man’s dick, except at the gym, like most guys do when they take a quick glance to make sure they are still on the average size. But he surprised himself as he studied Brad’s dick and compared it to his own. Brad was circumcised, as was he. He was very long, at least an inch or so longer than his own, and just as thick as he was. Brad pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. The show was over, and if he was honest with himself, Mac was disappointed. He wondered if size mattered to guys and blushed a little at the thought. He wasn’t sure if it was the brandy or seeing Brad naked, but he got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower with Brad.
Brad simply smiled and said, “Hey, flyboy,” when Mac stepped into the shower.
“You mind if I join you?” Mac asked.
“Not at all,” Brad responded.
Brad stepped aside to allow Mac to get some of the hot water. He lathered up a washcloth and began to wash Mac’s back. Mac seemed to melt into the touch and seemed more relaxed than he had been in a while. When he was through with Mac’s back, he worked his way down to his butt. Mac tensed up a little, and Brad said, “Relax, I’m not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable. If you become uncomfortable, just say stop, and I will.”
Mac nodded in approval.
Brad washed each buttock, massaging as he went. He went down on his knees and washed Mac’s legs one at a time, and then his feet. He moved back up and washed Mac’s neck and whispered, “Turn around.”
Mac did as he was told, and Brad lightly kissed him on the lips. He washed his chest and moved down to his groin. He dropped the washcloth and soaped up his hand. Mac was already partially hard, and he slowly touched Mac’s dick. Brad was watching Mac’s face, and Mac closed his eyes.
“Mac, open your eyes,” Brad whispered. “I want you to see that it’s me pleasuring you, not anyone else.”
Mac opened his eyes and smiled. “I know exactly who you are,” he whispered.
Brad continued to stroke Mac’s now fully engorged cock, and Mac again melted into the motion. Mac picked up the soap and lathered his hands and hesitantly touched Brad’s erect dick. They stood face to face, with the hot water creating a steamy effect in the tiny bathroom while they stroked each other’s hard cocks.
Mac placed his hand around Brad’s neck and gently pulled him in for a long kiss. Brad opened for him, as he began to breathe harder and harder. Mac, sensing that Brad was close, picked up the pace as Brad moaned into this mouth. Brad jerked and flailed as the spasms hit, and he released his load while still stroking Mac. Mac felt his balls drawing up and started making the same moaning sounds and tightening his grip on Brad’s neck. Mac tensed as he shot into Brad’s hand. Mac slowed his breathing, gently bit Brad’s bottom lip, and held on, resting his forehead on Brad’s.
When their lips parted, Brad whispered, “That was amazing.”
“I’ll say,” Mac said with a shy grin.
The water was starting to get cold, so Mac said, “Let’s get out of here and into a warm bed.”
“I’m all for that,” Brad replied.
Mac stepped out first and started drying off. Brad stood in the cool shower, wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm. When Mac was dry, he gestured for Brad to step out, and he was waiting with a dry towel. Mac started drying Brad from head to toe, not seeming to be embarrassed in the least. He dried Brad’s chest, then his back and neck and made his way down to his dick and butt. He parted Brad’s butt cheeks and dried the area thoroughly and lifted his dick and dried his balls and moved down to both legs and feet.
When they were both dry, they ran from the bathroom to Brad’s bed and jumped in. They held on to each other tightly until they were again warm and comfortable. Mac took a deep breath and jumped out of the bed. He grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses, and the wine opener and then ran back to the bed and slipped back under the covers. He opened the wine, poured them each a glass, stuck the cork back in the bottle, and put the bottle on the floor.
“Brad, that was incredible,” Mac said as he sipped his wine.
Brad smiled. “It
was
incredible, but I’ve gotta say, I was a little surprised when you climbed into the shower with me.”
“You weren’t more surprised than I was,” Mac said. “I just did it and didn’t think about it. You know, it wasn’t the least bit strange. In fact, it was the best hand job I’ve ever had, no offense to Lindsey. It’s like you just knew what I liked and what felt good.”
“I know what you mean,” Brad said. “I just did what feels good to me, and you pretty much did the same thing. Two guys have that connection that a man and woman don’t really have. Guys can never know what it feels like for a woman or what feels good because we don’t have a vagina. But all guys have dicks, and dicks pretty much work the same way.”
Mac released such a lighthearted laugh that Brad couldn’t help but laugh too.
“I have a confession to make,” Mac said. “I was really worried about the first time. I mean, I had very little doubt that there would be a first time, but I was scared shitless.”
“I was nervous as well,” Brad admitted. “Unlike you, I didn’t know if there would ever be a first time, and to be honest, I haven’t been intimate with anyone but Jeff for fifteen years. That’s some pressure, and the fact that you had never been intimate with a man made me even more nervous as hell.”
“I’m glad the first time is behind us, so we can focus on the fun,” Mac said.
“Amen, brother,” Brad responded. “Mac?”
“Yes, Bradford.”
“In time, I want to show you things and have you experience everything the male body has to offer. It can be quite intoxicating sometimes,” Brad said. “Would you be open to that?”
“Bradford, I trust you completely, and I know you would never intentionally make me uncomfortable, but just do me a favor and take it easy with me at first, and give me some time to adjust to all this. We have all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies, and for the first time since this all started, I’m looking forward to getting to know all of you.”