Garland Sawyer hated shoveling snow. He was a kid at heart, so building a snowman or making snow angels or even having an impromptu snowball fight were the things he loved about winter. Even driving on slick streets was more enjoyable than shoveling. He’d do just about anything to avoid shoveling snow.
So when he saw Carter Crowe, that gorgeous man, out there shoveling a driveway and making it look like some kind of winter porn—second only to locker room porn in Garland’s mind at the moment—Garland found himself out on the porch in his sneakers and without his coat, waving to get Carter’s attention.
“Will you do the path and the sidewalk for me?” he asked and tucked his hands into the pouch of his hoodie since it was a little brisk out here, despite the rare display of bright sunlight.
“What’ll you give me if I do?”
He should’ve expected that, really. Nothing was free anymore.
Carter leaned on his shovel and smirked. Even some fifty feet away, Garland could clearly see the smirkiness of his smirk. “Come on, Gar. You can do better.”
Frustrating man. “Well, what do you want?”
Mister Sexy Winter Chore sauntered closer, snow covering his boots as he came down the uncleared path to the porch steps. Garland felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature when Carter was close enough for Garland to see the twinkle in his blue eyes and the pink on his pale, lightly freckled cheeks.
Garland blinked. No way did the man just ask for a blowjob as payment for shoveling snow!
The smirk turned into a flirty grin. “Don’t act so shocked. I’ve heard you gay guys give great head.”
Well, wasn’t this an interesting development? Carter Crowe was going to play it straight, hmm? Well, two could play this game. Honestly, that Carter—all macho jock—could look at Garland—all pudgy banker—salaciously was titillating. He wasn’t about to fall for any of this so easily, though.
“All right, but we’ll have to do it on the porch.”
Carter’s brown eyebrows disappeared up under the edge of his navy blue knit hat. “It’s freezing out here!”
“You’re not coming into my house. I barely know you.”
Blue eyes blinked up at him in shock, like maybe Carter thought he’d never seen Garland before either. Well, if Carter could pretend to be straight, Garland could pretend to be scandalous.
Then the smirk came back.
“All right, Gar, you have a deal.”
Oh, shit. He should’ve known better than to issue a challenge. A blowjob on the front porch? In the middle of the day? On a Sunday? With the possibility of neighbors watching?
Talk about titillating…
He waved Carter up toward him. “Sit on the glider.”
Carter sat down, long legs splayed and all that denim going tight to show off the man’s firm thighs. “You know, I don’t have a condom on me.”
Garland rolled his eyes and got down on his knees. “Well, you look like a healthy sort of guy, and I know where you live.”
He frowned. “That’s terrible reasoning, Gar.”
“Do you want this or not?”
“More and more by the second.” He grinned and laid his arms along the top of the old wooden glider. “Get to it before some nosy neighbor wonders why I’m just sitting here and angles around enough to see you.”
Good point. The porch walls were thigh-high all the way around, so most people probably wouldn’t be able to see him on his knees with his face in Carter’s lap. Not without really trying anyway. Well, unless someone across the street paused at a second-story window long enough to understand. Oh well! He wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity to blow Carter’s mind—hee-hee—and get out of shoveling even one single snowflake. He had his priorities.
When he pushed up Carter’s coat and started opening his jeans, though, Carter kept looking at him like he thought Garland wouldn’t go through with this.
Ha! He’d show him.
Garland tugged the band of Carter’s black briefs out and down, arranging them under a dark pink penis. It looked a little shy to fill given the sudden temperature shift. Garland smiled at Carter’s giant gasp, gave himself a moment to appreciate the sight and scent of a hard-working man’s furry groin, then he slurped that plump meat into his mouth. Being a conscientious sort of person, he also framed Carter’s groin area with his hands to keep him warm. A quiet whimpering noise above him let him know it was appreciated. Or maybe it was actually a sound of surprise.
“Oh fuck, Gar! I didn’t think you’d actually—” He cut himself off with a moan.
Score! Garland 1; Carter 0.
Sucking and swirling his tongue, Garland tucked his thumbs inside Carter’s underwear and behind his balls. What a moist and toasty spot that was! And Carter liked it since he shivered, his muscles twitched, and he settled a big hand on the back of Garland’s head with another groan.
Heat was the thing that had most of Garland’s attention; where it was and where it wasn’t. It was doubly true for Carter since he had so much more rather sensitive skin exposed. The chill on Garland’s wet lips added to the sensation of sliding them along hot, velvety skin. Every time he pulled back and exposed Carter’s penis to the cold air, the man gasped. Imagining what it felt like and knowing he was responsible for bringing back the warmth that then made Carter moan was completely turning Garland on.
He loved giving a blowjob, but this was a truly unique experience for him. If it weren’t so damn cold, he’d get his own cock out and touch himself while he kept on sucking and bobbing in Carter’s lap. Then it occurred to him; all he really needed was Carter’s leg.
Garland didn’t let go of his mouthful of erect penis as he maneuvered until he straddled Carter’s right shin. His paunchy belly was in the way, though, until Carter—oh, yes!— straightened his leg out and sort of cradled Garland’s crotch on his ankle and the top of his boot. The both of them groaned when Garland ground his aching dick and throbbing balls into the unforgiving hardness Carter had given him.
“Oh God, Gar. Yeah, yeah,” Carter said, while he flexed his hand in Garland’s thick hair and pressed his foot up against Garland’s ample butt cheeks.
It felt like Carter’s thick boot, the toe of it, wanted to punch up into Garland’s hole. Garland panted and sucked fervently now, grinding into the pressure. He couldn’t stop his fingers and thumbs from curling into Carter’s groin and a little piece of him welcomed the possibility of leaving bruises Carter would feel all day long.
Carter’s cock was board stiff and stabbing into Garland’s throat now as he let Carter use his hips to thrust. The man had to be close. Garland certainly was and he wanted that splash of oceany goodness filling his mouth and slithering down his throat before he came, too.
Oh, there it was! With one hand fisting Garland’s hair and the other clamped on the back of his neck, Carter tensed and made a squashed goose sort of noise as he came way back in Garland’s mouth. Sucking and swallowing, Garland took it all from that fiery penis and the tight sac shivering against his thumbs.
“Holy shit,” Carter said breathlessly as he slumped back against the glider. A few gentle pets to Garland’s hair and neck let him know he was appreciated. That was nice and all, but Garland had more pressing concerns.
He needed to come himself now. Now-now!
He kept Carter’s waning flesh in his mouth—less to keep it warm than because he just loved having it in his mouth—and humped hard into the man’s ankle. He couldn’t stop the sounds bleeding out around Carter’s penis as his own zipper and maybe the laces of Carter’s boot added a pinch of pain to the building frenzy of lust inside him. He felt like a teenager again, getting off fast and hard and forbidden. Oh God, yes!
Suddenly, he came and heat filled his briefs as a roar left his throat and made Carter squawk and grip Garland’s head all over again. Felt so good. Oh, it felt so very good and Garland collapsed along Carter’s leg and into his lap. He rested his cheek on Carter’s firm thigh, utterly wrung out, though he did have the presence of mind to cover Carter’s dick with his hands to keep his sticky, wet flesh from freezing.
Garland listened to Carter panting with him and felt pretty damn satisfied with himself for the success of this little adventure since no neighbors seemed to protest. Verbally anyway. He wasn’t much interested in lifting his head to see if anyone watched them in stunned silence just yet.
His knees did ache quite a bit, he now realized. And had he knelt in a wet spot of melted snow? He hadn’t noticed originally, but his jeans did feel both wet and cold down along his knee area. Well, apparently basking in the afterglow didn’t work so well with winter themed public sex.
Carter brushed Garland’s hair from his face and said in his post-sex rumbly voice, “I cannot believe you just gave me a blowjob on our front porch on a Sunday afternoon.”
Garland smiled. “Honestly, I can’t either.”
“It was so hot, though.”
“Oh my God.”
“I thought I’d come when you started humping my leg.”
Garland groaned since Carter moved his foot to tap his thick boot against his ass. “I did come.”
“Yeah, you did. We’re lucky none of the neighbors came out to see what animal was dying in the street.”
Well, that dashed his bliss a bit. Garland struggled to his feet, the knees of his jeans soaked and cold, and his joints throbbing now. Carter gasped at having his bits exposed to the frigid air without Garland’s hands to protect him and hastily tucked himself away.
“You’ve always said I sound sexy when I come.” Garland swatted at Carter’s head and knocked his hat askew.
“You do! To me, Gar.” He zipped up, then stood and gathered Garland into his arms. “But, babe, I have a feeling our eighty-year-old neighbors would rather assume the sound I adore is a bear in pain since they insist on believing we’re just platonic roommates.”
Garland relented with a grin. “Okay. They probably assumed the bear roared in triumph over killing the large, squawking bird anyway.”
“Hey!” Carter squeezed an oomph out of Garland. “Squawking bird?”
He chuckled at Carter’s frown as he leaned up to kiss his stubbled chin. “We can’t all be bears, darling.”
Carter huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes. “Fair enough. You are the furrier of us. But let’s get inside before you turn into a polar bear from all this cold and snow.”
Garland agreed and turned with his boyfriend for the door. Then he remembered. “Hey, you still have a path and a sidewalk to clear, mister.”
“Ought to teach you not to pay ahead.” Smirk.
“Yep.” He opened the front door. “Of course, you can also bribe me with hot coffee and something that might have me on my back with my legs in the air.”
Garland chuckled with naughty intent as he preceded Carter into their house. “For all that, I expect you to break out the snow blower.”
Carter crowded into him from behind, wrapped his arms around Garland’s chest, and whispered huskily in his ear, “I’ll always blow your snow for you, babe.”
BLOW MY SNOW © 2017 Missy Welsh
Missy Welsh writes gay, bi, and trans erotic m/m romance short stories, novellas, and novels.