This weekend is going to be great! I have waited for this moment for so long, I thought it would never come. You see, I have had this fantasy about Marc for a while now ...... Let me start from the beginning.

I was 18 and had been "sleeping" with guys since I was 6. No real stuff, just bj's and hand jobs, you know - kid stuff. Well, I had just walked in on my best bj buddy ... who was with another guy! Talk about a wake up call. That was when I realized I was gay and had been in love with this man for a long time. And as with everyone, with your first real heartbreak the pendulum swings to the other side. I moved to NYC and proceeded to sleep with anyone who DIDN'T look like him I could find. So, lets just say that no Latin man in sight was safe from my lust and longing.

Well, time heals all wounds or just the move to Virginia, I'm not sure, but suddenly Latinos didn't interest me anymore. Now, it could have been the lack of them in this sad state time has forgotten. But being older now, I guess I just wanted to be with someone who I could talk with and not have to translate every sentence! And since meeting people in this commonwealth seems to be illegal, I did the next best thing - posted on the chat boards! Well, much to my surprise along comes a response, the very next day. Yes, you got it. Marc! And with a "C" no doubt, the best kind! At first things were the usual shy, getting to know you kind of things, but as usual, lust overcomes and we REALLY wanted to get to know each other. We exchanged .gif's and were satisfied that there was enough of a physical attraction, but all of the things we had in common, that was a real turn on. At last, someone to talk to! So we finally got the nerve to ask each other out and decided to head out of town for the weekend, somewhere where sodomy wasn't a felony! I'm originally from just outside of Niagara Falls and being the hopeless romantic I am, decided to take him there.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. It seems we have a lake front effect snow storm heading our way and have just made it on time. I want to welcome you to the Buffalo International Airport. Bundle up! It's 23 degrees outside with a wind chill of 5 degrees below. Enjoy your stay.'

I smile at Marc. I can see there is a little concern, but I squeeze his hand very discreetly and assure him there is no problem. I have been driving in this weather for years. We passed quickly through baggage and headed off to National car rental. We hop into our "car", a rather nice SUV, and off we go. I head on down the I95 towards the southtowns where I have rented a beautiful cabin near Kissing Bridge. The skiing is great, but the fireplaces, cabins and men are the best! I am finally alone with this man. As I turn my head to gaze at him, I find him looking at me. "Marc, will I ever get to kiss that face?" He leans over I get my first wish. Soft, yet present - a man to man kiss with just enough tongue to get me rock hard! I put my hand on his leg and slowly begin to move up. Come on counselor, move a bit closer. And he does. Just then, the first flakes begin to fall. I know I need to hurry with the storm coming, so I put both hands back on the wheel and just enjoy his company. The usual golden oldies are playing on WGR radio, the same ones that were on the year I left. Not much has changed except ME. I'm getting excited as I can now see the hills where we will be staying. The snow is coming down harder now, but we are almost there. We get through the gate and are directed to our cabin. As I open the door, I am relieved to see that my old friends have not let me down. The cabin is filled with Christmas decorations and the cupboards and refrigerator have been stocked. On the center table - a steaming pot of hot apple cider. Thank God for old friends. Marc closes the door behind him and as he turns around, I take him into my arms and run them up and down his back. "Well, you are finally mine, " and it's my turn to return the kiss we started in the car. I turn on the music - dim the lights and get two hot steaming mugs for us to sit in front of the fire. I run my hand through his red hair and smile at his boyish looks. But I can no longer hold back. Slowly, I begin to undress this man. The buttons open easily and soon I am free to rub my hands over his chest and stomach. I move his shirt over his shoulders and remove it completely. I kiss his eyes, this cheeks, his ears and neck and move down his torso. I unbutton his jeans and push him on his back. He lifts his hips as I slide his jeans off his legs. I can see his hardness, but the time is not yet. I want to bring him to his greatest, his highest. I barely hear the radio broadcast the storm warning in the area. After all, I'm massaging his feet and legs. He is always so clean; I can touch and taste him everywhere. His moans of pleasure make me smile, and I know that I can share so much with him. He sits up and begins to undress me. I don't want his pleasure to decrease, so I take off my clothes quickly. He isn't as hairy as I am and I enjoy that. He runs his hands on my chest and leans in to kiss me, to tell me how good he feels. I roll him onto his stomach and being to rub his back with very, very light touches. I can tell this pleases him and he squirms around under my touch. Slowly I pull the elastic of his shorts down and off. I spread his legs slightly and being to massage his balls and ass. I reach underneath him and position his cock straight down where I can begin to caress and lick his shaft. His precum has begun to flow, so I know he is almost ready. Gently, I turn him over and take his piece into my mouth. Slowly at first and focusing on the head I begin to lick the sensitive underside of his prick. I reach my hands up and begin to play gently with his nipples, gradually putting a bit more pressure on each part until they are hard and ready. His head is moving side to side, so I know he's ready for our next step. I pull his hand and get him to go to the bed that is engulfed in flickering lights from the fire. He lies back down but I gently turn him on his stomach. I kiss the each of his soft cheeks and slowly begin to insert my finger into his waiting center. I easily find the prostate and begin to massage him as I resume licking the back of his ever-increasing tool. He is literally drooling from his cock now and I know he is ready. I put on my condom and prepare his ass for my penetration. This, our first time together, I want it to be perfect. I enter slowly and wait for him to get used to the intrusion. Then I pull him to his knees and begin my rhythmic penetration. I bite his shoulder, just hard enough to remind him how incredible man to man action can be. I bring him once again to the edge. I can feel his muscles tighten, but not yet. I pull out and lay next to him on the bed. "My turn, lover." He knows what I mean. I love to fuck, but I also love to feel a man inside of me and he is very aware of this. He smiles, dons a condom, and slowly enters me. I position myself at the edge of the bed so he can stand on the floor and I can watch his face. His eyes are closed and I know that he is close from all of the preparation. The radio is doing something, but who cares. As I watch him sweat and moan, I know that I am ready and tell him. This gives him the permission to get go of his long awaited orgasm. We are cumming together and I see stars. After a brief recovery, I get up to clean up from our activities. I look out the window and can hardly believe my eyes. "Marc, turn up the radio for a second." He does and just as I thought, we are in the throws of a full-scale blizzard. I try to open the door, but 5 feet have already fallen while we were busy. "Marc, I'm sorry. I hope I can get you back on Sunday."

"Who, cares," Marc growls. " Throw a log on the fire and let's go shower. But remember, it's my turn to give you a massage and your turn to be on top!"

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!