The streets were consumed by snow. Every channel canceled their regular-programming to report on "the blizzard." Brian was supposed to go to work today. But, this was clearly not going to happen. His car was up to the tire in snow. As was the rest of the neighborhood. The phone soon rang. He answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Brian. How are you doing in this storm?"
"I'm ok, but my area isn't. No one can drive anywhere."
"Oh. If that's the case then I'm giving you the day off. I don't think anyone will be able to come in today anyway."
"Thanks."
"You take care now."
Brian hung up the phone. Now he had a day to worry about his car. He could shovel it out but the snow was adding a new blanket every half an hour. The doorbell rang downstairs. Still dressed in business casual clothing from getting ready for work, he walked downstairs. A huge pile of snow fell inside as he opened his door.

At the door, there was a man about twenty, tall, and despite his winter coat, one could tell he was slim. He looked incredibly cute to Brian.
"I'm visiting from Arizona. We don't get these blizzards out there. Need some help shoveling the snow?"
"This isn't stopping anytime soon. But I'd appreciate the help. Maybe we can wait it out inside my place, and shovel when it lets up a little."
"Oh thanks, that'd be great. I live way down, and I've been trying to get everyone out to shovel and no one wants to."
"Yeah...maybe later."
He stepped in, and Brian closed the door behind him.
"My name's Peter."
"I'm Brian. Here, let me take your coat."
There was something about the way Peter was looking at Brian that he could tell he wanted to do more than shovel snow. Peter removed his hat, revealing his short blonde hair, as well as his coat. He looked even cuter with a tight fitting black sweater on. Brian began to find him more attractive, his dick becoming slightly aroused at the sight of him. He hung his coat up.
"Come in."

Peter followed Brian into the living room.
"You can sit on the couch, here.", Brian said, flipping on the television.
Peter sat, and Brian found his seat, extremely close to Peter. He could feel how cold Peter was, being that he had just come from the blizzard.
"You cold?"
Peter inched closer to the welcomed warmth of Brian's body sitting next to him.
"Kind of. Yeah."
"Want somethin' to warm you up?"
Peter smiled, knowing what was on Brian's mind.
They both met halfway and kissed. Peter was kissing intensely, and Brian's 9" cock grew to full size. Brian removed Peter's sweater, and his shirt went along with it, revealing firm abs. Brian then removed his own shirt, which led to both quickly undressing, rushing to fly at each other again. Brian saw Peter's dick throbbing hard. Peter definitely noticed Brian's, because he moved down and gently licked it, sending shivers through Brian's body. Soon, Peter was sucking it, responding to Brian's cock throbbing by going faster and moaning to himself. Brian leaned back on the couch and enjoyed the amazing blowjob he was receiving.

Peter was sucking passionately, the sight of Brian enjoying it making him hard as well. Peter raised up from Brian's dick, which was fully erect.
"I always keep a condom in my coat.", Peter said.
Brian got excited, anticipating himself sliding into Peter's tight ass. Peter came back and Brian prepared to fuck him. He turned Peter onto his back and slowly moved into him. Peter began to breathe quickly as he felt Brian's cock pushing into his ass. Brian's cock was soon fully inserted, and he began to pump Peter's ass. Peter moaned loudly, his ass smacking against Brian's waist. Brian sped up even more, feeling his dick pulsate. He gripped Peter's shoulders and slammed Brian's ass. Peter, already hard, felt waves of pleasure move into his dick. He moaned loudly and yelled,
"Yeah! Do it harder!"
Brian answered physically, and Peter felt a rush enter his dick. Peter gripped Brian's back and moaned as cum splashed from his dick, onto both of their chests. This was too much for Brian to handle. He pulled out of his ass, and began to jerk off until his own cum splashed onto Peter's chest.

They lay there, panting and recovering.
Peter turned to Brian.
"Guess you don't care so much about that snow out front."
"Well, if there's a reason to have a snow day like this, I guess I don't."