It started out as a normal work day, though there were some forecasts of a storm moving in. I car-pooled to work with my neighbor and soon was buried in a work project. Around noon I noticed some of my co-workers putting on their coats and leaving. I asked “What’s going on?” They told me a huge snowstorm was moving in…over a foot of new snow already, schools were closing and driving was discouraged.

I went to a window and all I could see was a white wall of snow blowing around like crazy. I called my carpool neighbor and there was no answer. All my fellow workers were leaving, so I turned on the radio to learn that public transportation had also shut down. Soon I realized I was all alone, and was mighty concerned.

I walked through the building, out of the office area and into the assembly plant. It looked like everyone there had left too, but then I noticed that Mike was still there. We talked a bit. It turned out he was stuck too, with no car. He had car-pooled with a buddy and was also getting no answer to his calls.

Mike is a hot man, about 30, 6’4” and really strong – not a body builder but a solid hunk of a man. We figured we were simply stuck there, maybe even for the night. At least there was a machine for sandwiches and stuff, and I had some decent coffee in my office. So we moved into my office and sat facing each other.

Mike said “This storm sure sucks!” I was looking at the bulge in his jeans and decided to risk it.

I said “Yep, this storm sucks, but a suck isn’t always a bad thing.” His face lit up and he grabbed onto his crotch.

“Yeah, but my girlfriend doesn’t like to suck dick.”

I grabbed my crotch and replied, “Some people just don’t know what a dick is for! And it looks like you’ve got a big one.”

Mike said “I sure could use a blow job, but I ain’t gay. Does it make me gay if I have a guy suck my dick?”

Then he grabbed my head and said “Suck me like a bitch!”

No problem there! I took him deep into my throat and let him do the pumping. He seemed to like being in control. With one last big thrust he yelled and let loose a big load of cum. I counted at least seven spurts as he sprayed the back of my throat.

“Wow, that was cool” he said as he pulled out. “So, you like being my bitch?” he asked.

“Í think I’m in heaven” I answered, still savoring that big load, “I sure hope we can do that again!”

“No problem there,” Mike said as he pulled his jeans back up. And sure enough, we were stuck there until the next morning when the streets had finally been cleared.

He whipped out his dick for another round in the middle of the night. We both got a little sleep on a couple of couches in the reception area until the place opened again for business in the morning.

My co-workers greeted me with words like “It must have been hell being stuck here all night.”

“Well, we made the best of a hard situation,” I answered. Nobody caught the double meaning in that, and Mike and I found many times in the next year for some private time in a little store room. We were good buddies in that store room, but we never talked and hardly even exchanged pleasantries in the rest of our work places. It was a very special thing for Mike and me, until he moved away.

If by any chance he reads this, I hope he knows what a special man and memory he is!