Snowbound With A Mountain Man
by R Christopher Cooper
I am a photographer by trade. Believe it or not there is money in nature photographs. Let me qualify, calendar quality nature photographs. Last year I had seven calendars on the market and I made a handsome profit. I didn’t need much and I lived simply. I made nearly as much as I would have working full time in a factory. I had some money left over at the end of the year and was able to buy a couple new lenses and a pickup truck that could double as a camper in an emergency.
I love to hike and I keep myself reasonably fit. I workout several times a week and I run every day but I would not be considered a bodybuilder. I have a naturally large physique and once dreamed of becoming a competitive bodybuilder and when I found out what it would take to become a champion I wasn’t willing to go there. I wasn’t afraid of the work but rather what it would cost and what I would have to sell.
I bought a used camera from a pawn shop when I was in high school and began playing around. I convinced my parents to buy the chemicals and paper so that I could develop my own pictures. The old guy at the pawn offered me dark room equipment for almost nothing so he could get it out of his shop and so began my career. It was a hobby at first but then one day I was in the right place at the right time and I got a roll of the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. I sold those pictures and was able to buy my own supplies for a year.
I began to hike in the National Forest and got good pictures but none that sold like that roll of sunset shots. That didn’t stop me and one day quite by accident I took a picture in the woods and didn’t even see the fawn hidden in the brush. It was only when it ran to its mother as the camera clicked away was the young deer evident. A beam of sunlight pointed out the doe and there was a buck in the distance. I held onto that picture because I liked it. Last year I had a deer hunter’s calendar and that was the feature picture. I don’t know how many wives fell for that and bought it for their husband but it sold a lot of calendars.
I left my truck in a parking area and began the nature hike in jeans and a sweatshirt. After ten minutes I stripped off the sweatshirt and pulled on shorts. I regretted bringing the jacket except for the fact that it was padding for my camera lenses. I had a small apple while I was stopped. I packed the backpack and began again. When I got to Hammerhead Overlook I took about fifty pictures of the coming weather front. I captured the light and shadow of the slow moving storm.
My goal was to get to the falls three miles up the trail. I thought about the steak dinner I planned at a local restaurant I passed on my way to the forest. That motivated me to get pictures and get back to my truck. The light at the falls was perfect and I spent more time than I planned but I think I got some quality film.
As I was approaching the lookout I was amazed that the front was so close. The wind picked up so right then and there I changed out of my shorts. As I hiked down it began to rain. I was soon wet and cold. The temperature was dropping as I zipped up the wet jacket. The plastic bags and my shorts were all that was left in my backpack and I was trying to be careful not to bang them into the rock walls next to the trail.
The going was slow because it was turning to freezing rain and the trail was slick. There was a chill on my back and my legs felt stiff when it started to snow. Soon it was snowing really hard and then it got hard to see the trail. I began to fear for my life. I felt somewhat warmer as I descended because I was working harder. The snow got deeper and as I trudged through it I was working up a sweat. The landmarks were not there and I remembered that I had to cross the stream once more before I got to the safety of my truck.
The ground began to flatten as I trudged through the drifting snow. At last I got to the bridge and as I crossed it I pulled out my camera and captured the waterfall in the pristine drifting snow. I knew it might not come out but nothing ventured, nothing gained. I wanted to stop and sit but I knew my legs would cramp if I didn’t get moving. It was a virtual white out but I knew the truck wasn’t very far. This was the last leg to the heater in the truck. My feet felt like they had fifty pound weights taped to my ankles. My thighs burned as I trudged almost aimlessly.
I knew to look for a break in the trees and then there was a short incline to the parking lot. I could hardly see five feet in any direction and after twenty minutes (I think. I had no concept of time) I knew I was hopelessly lost. The trees thickened again and it began getting dark. I couldn’t move another inch. I knew I was going to die. I sat on the leeward side of the tree on a patch of ground where there was no snow. At least I was out of the wind.
I dug out a pen and paper. With great effort I wrote my name and address. I wrote a short shaky note saying goodbye to the other members of my family. My whole extended family could be counted using two hands but not use all the fingers. I set my camera in front of me and set the timer to take a picture every thirty minutes. I had to laugh. He, who lives by the camera, dies by the camera. I thought. I began to laugh out loud at my paraphrased pun. I closed my eyes although I knew I shouldn’t go to sleep. The camera flashed and I knew I was thirty minutes closer to freezing to death. It seemed like a few seconds and it flashed again. I was so cold and so stiff but I was too exhausted to move.
I heard someone calling as the camera flashed again. A deep voice (deep and resonant like my dad but I knew it couldn’t be him because he had passed away.) echoed in my sleepy brain. I was a kid again and he was throwing me over his shoulder to carry me into the house. We had been playing in the snow and I was freezing. Flash! Time was racing. Flash! I was floating. I could see the flash from above. Flash! I knew I was dead because I was moving away from the flash. Flash! I could see the light and it was like a warm fire. Heaven has a huge stone fireplace where they let you stay and thaw when you freeze to death. There were no more flashes and… heaven? The flames danced before my eyes. Maybe this was hell. What had I done? Why was I here? The joy I felt a moment before turned to profound sorrow. I began to sob.
“How do you turn this thing off,” the deep voice boomed. Flash! “Guess I just pull the batteries.”
Mercifully everything went black.
The next sensation I had was pain. I was nearly naked and I was in water up to my neck. I opened my eyes and the blurry image of an angel appeared. He had saved me from the fire and was attempting to extinguish the flames but even under water my skin burned.
“Thank you for saving me,” I bawled. “Thank you… for saving me…”
The angel rubbed my fingers and toes as I shivered. The water was warmer now as he sponged my face and pushed back my hair. The fire in my skin was slowly going out and I was lifted from the water and stripped naked. I was dried and put to bed.
It was a cloud of white. I sank into the softness and thick layers of downy white billowed over me. The fire of hell flared and grew as if angry that my angel had saved me. I hid in the cloud and closed my eyes.
The angel came to my cloud and placed my sore fingers on his skin. Of course angels are powerful creatures but I never thought of them as being muscular. My fingers tingled when they touched his skin. They felt hot as they moved from place to place. He rubbed my fingers and toes for a few minutes and then he put himself next to me and wrapped his body around me. His warmth radiated through me and I fell into a deep restful sleep.
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I opened my eyes and I didn’t know where I was. I was silent as I became aware that I was in a bed but I wasn’t in bed alone. The air in the room was frigid and the bed moved as my bed partner got up and put on a robe. Sparks flew in the fireplace as large logs were tossed onto the embers. Slowly flame rose and lit the figure. I could see that it was a man. His white robe nearly reached the floor (Was this the angel?) and it looked strange but he had hiking boots on his feet. As he straitened and closed the fireplace screen I could see that he was tall and had broad shoulders. His hair was to his collar and it seemed to be dirty blond.
He turned toward the kitchen and tried to be quiet as he brewed some coffee. He disappeared and then I heard a flush. That reminded me that my bladder was about to burst. Yet, I didn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed. I had no giant robe or boots for my feet. I had to get up so I wrapped a down comforter around me and dashed for the door he just vacated. The cold air rushed up my legs as an endless stream flowed.
I flushed and sheepishly turned to find out where I was. A light was on in the kitchen and there stood a big man in his late twenties or early thirties, looking at me as though I had come from another planet.
“Hot coffee?” his deep voice resonated.
I stood there looking around like this was some unworldly place. The cabin seemed to be one huge room. The kitchen was rustic with dishes on open shelves. The stove, which seemed to be wood burning, was free standing and the back was exposed to the living room/ bedroom area. There were 2 easy chairs by the fireplace with a small table between them. Across from the fireplace was a king size bed, a dresser, and a free standing closet. There was a door that I assumed led to the front porch of the house. There were widows on either side of the door that had some sort of insulating shudders on them. I looked back at my host.
The big guy was about 6 foot 5 inches tall and built like a battleship. He came toward me with a hot mug of coffee.
"You'd better get something on your feet." With that, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a huge terry cloth bathrobe and a pair of boot like slippers. “Here, get into this.”
I was naked under the comforter and a little self conscious as he came toward me. His robe had come open and I realized that there was no fat on this man. There was a deep cleft between his massive pecs. You could see his ridged abs at the bottom of the open V and his thick traps at the top. His narrow waist was covered by the extra robe and I was slightly embarrassed that I was caught staring at his physique. He dropped the slippers and held up the robe for me. I was relieved that I didn’t have to drop the blanket and fumble into the robe. With my back to him I put my arms in the sleeves and wrapped the thick heavy terrycloth around me. I pulled on the slippers. The robe dragged on the floor which was understandable since he was a head taller than me. The material was the thickest warmest terrycloth I had ever felt. I tightened the belt and then I grabbed the coffee and sipped the black brew. He threw the comforter on the bed and turned back to me.
“I’m Thomas Anderson.” He held out his hand.
“I’m Mark Harrison,” I said. “How did I get here?”
“Here? I don’t know. I carried you into the cabin. Clever way to get my attention. I thought it was snow lightening the first time I saw it but then it was regular, I mean it was timed and all I had to do was find the flash and I found you.”
“Flash? I set that for every thirty minutes.” I explained.
“Maybe every thirty seconds,” Tom laughed as he gestured toward the fireplace. I had to lift the front of the robe so I wouldn’t trip. He handed me my camera. “I had to take out the batteries to get it to stop flashing. I looked at the timer and it was set to thirty seconds.
We sat and talked for the longest time and after several cups of coffee he asked what happened and how I got to his place. He said that parking lot was five miles away but with the way the snow was drifting it might be days before we could get out. He said they may form a search party if they found my truck. He dug out his cell phone and hooked it to the exterior antenna. He called the police and informed them that I was at his cabin.
He stood and gathered some clothes and a towel and said he was going to shower. He came out in a t-shirt and Levi's. His chest was huge and biceps were stretching the sleeves of the shirt. His waist was no more than 32 inches and his Levi's stretched over his massive thighs.
“Your clothes are still wet. I have some sweat pants and a shirt you could wear.” He suggested I take a shower. After I showered I asked him what kind of work he did.
“I like to call myself an environmental logger,” he laughed. “I cut down or cut up dead and fallen trees to sell as firewood. If I can’t find enough of those I thin trees. I harvest the hardwoods and sell them to a local furniture maker in town or to a veneer factory about a hundred miles from here. I usually plant trees next to the stumps. In most cases they better than the tree I cut and are native trees.” Tom told me that he could hardly keep up with demand in the area.
He had food on the stove and we talked as we ate. I finished my stew and thanked him again. He took the dishes over to the sink and washed them out. My eyes were glued to his muscular physique as it rippled under the thin shirt. This guy was so sexy, I could hardly keep from getting a hard on while watching him. Thank God I had on baggy sweat pants. The bathrobe hid my boner a couple of times while we had coffee by the fireplace but I wasn’t sure the sweats would do the job.
It seemed like we just ate lunch when he put a roast in his wood burning oven. He had tended the fire and checked the oven temp several times. When the cabin got very warm he opened the shutters on the windows and I went for my camera. There was a winter wonderland outside the window. He watched me work and when I looked his way because he was so quiet I could see the admiration in his eyes. He had a magazine in his lap and I wondered if he was hiding something.
We sat there for about an hour, talking about city life and country life. I thought that he had had the best of both worlds. Unlike me he was free to cut trees whenever he wanted and have time off during the snow season. I, on the other hand, worked all the time marketing my calendars. If I wasn’t doing a special project like the deer calendar I was delivering my product to stores. My line of work didn't pay that much but it afforded me an apartment and food on my table. I could even save a little money for luxuries. He was constantly surrounded by beauty.
The light began to fade and Tom said he had to close the shutters to keep the heat in. The smell of the roast filled the cabin and yet it was too early for supper. He put potatoes in the oven and about ten minutes later he was opening the oven again. Soon the smell of baking bread filled the room.
“Do you eat like this every night?” I asked as I snacked on a small apple.
“This is kind of special, I have a guest. I make something like the roast every couple weeks and freeze it in meal size portions. Then when I want that for supper again all I have to do is pull that out and make vegetables. It works for me.” Tom explained.
The meal was a feast. My grandmother was the only person I knew that made a roast like that. Tom had three vegetables, the potatoes, the bread, and for desert he had baked individual apple pies which he served with coffee. The only thing that I missed was butter on that hot homemade bread.
I insisted that since he cooked I would clean up. He carved the roast into meal size portions and sealed them in one of those vacuum packers. He labeled them and stacked them so they would freeze quickly. He worked next to me drying dishes and putting things away.
I was wondering what he did for entertainment when he sat in his chair and pushed a remote key. A giant plasma TV rose from a rustic chest and I was flabbergasted. He had cable TV and internet service. This truly was the best way to live.
“This is the one luxury I can’t live without,” Tom laughed. “I worked for the local cable company for a few years and some buddies of mine helped me bury the cable.” Tom didn’t explain any further but I knew there was a good story hidden there.
It was getting close to 11:00 and Tom said he was going to take another shower. He said if I was tired, just go hop into the bed. When he removed the t-shirt, I almost choked. I immediately got a hard-on. His back was to me when he removed his Levi's. He stood there, in his Jockey shorts, folding his Levi's and bent over to take off his socks. Next, he slid his shorts off. He headed towards the bathroom and I found myself stroking my leaking cock.
I heard the shower go on and I was tempted to sneak into the bathroom. I thought better of that and decided it was easier to hide my excitement if I was in bed. I stripped and crawled between the sheets. I was soon toasty warm and I remembered how I thought I was sleeping in a cloud. Tom came out of the bathroom into the darkened cabin. He was drying his hair and walked over to the fireplace to throw on a couple logs and to finish drying his body. I wondered if he had fantasies like I did while washing his cock.
He put his towel over the drying rack next to the fireplace. The glow from the fireplace provided plenty of light as he made his way over to the bed. He crawled under the covers and I felt his leg brush against mine. Now, I was really hard and excited. Tom asked if I was still cold.
“I’m comfortable,” I said trying to keep my voice from trembling.
I lay awake as his breathing became even and relaxed. All I could think of was the naked muscular body of this man that was probably as strait as an arrow. I wanted to reach over and brush my hand against his body, better yet his cock.
I thought Tom must be asleep because he turned to his side. His hand crossed my chest as I turned to my side and he pulled me against his body. I knew that he was dreaming he was with his girlfriend or something. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Are you still cold, you’re trembling?” He said softly.
“No, are you seducing me?” I blurted out.
“Would you stop me?” Tom asked.
I turned to face him and looked into his handsome face. The firelight danced and my hand was shaking as I reached out to stroke his arm.
“No, I guess not.”
His mouth found mine and I felt his tongue enter my mouth to explore. He shifted his hips and I could feel his massive hard cock push against my body. I reached down to touch his cock and felt the foreskin covering the mushroom head. It was just as surprising to him to learn that I was also uncut.
Tom moved down under the comforter and with one stroke gulped my cock down into his throat. I could feel his chin hit my balls. I could feel my cock head pop into his tight throat as he lightly closed his lips tightly around the base. He came up and plunged back down several times. If he kept that up I was going to blow my load.
Mercifully he stopped and it was my turn. I rolled to my side to lick up the pre-cum leaking from that delicious cock head. I plunged his hard cock down as far as I could until it hit the entrance of my throat. I pulled back and then I plunged his cock down into my throat. His big balls against my nose meant that I now had his entire length deep inside me.
Tom trembled and moaned as I kept working on his cock. Then, he took my cock and plunged it into his throat again. It was just a matter of seconds before I felt like I was about to explode. I tried to pull myself out of his mouth but he grabbed hold of my butt and kept pulling me towards him. I could hold back no longer. I shot my cum. I kept cumming in spurts as I pumped my cock. I felt his body tense and then felt his cock head swell as gush after gush of hot cum flowed. He must not have cum in a long time because he shot at least six to eight times. I felt his cock starting to go limp and he pulled it out of my mouth.
Tom got up and headed for the door. He opened it and stepped out onto the porch. I could feel the cold air seeping in and chilling my sweaty body. Seconds later, he came in with several pieces of wood. He placed a couple on the fire and then came back to bed. He crawled in and immediately grabbed me. I yelled in mock fright as his cold body pressed against mine. He gave me a kiss and apologized as he curled up next to my body. He could come to me frozen to the bone and I would welcome him with open arms. I could hear him starting to breathe in a low cadence and knew he was fast asleep.
With my chest against his back and my arm around his body I slowly ran my hand across his physique. I lazily played with his nipples, let my fingers tumble over his abs, toyed with his pubic hair, and reached for his limp cock before I made my way back to his chest. I paused and considered how lucky I was.
“Don’t stop,” Tom said with a half asleep mumble.
“I was just thinking how lucky I was that you found me,” I told him.
“I’m the lucky one,” he mumbled and then he was asleep.
I awoke the next morning with his arms around me. I inhaled deeply to bask in his manly odors. I remembered his last words before he slept and I had to say to myself, no I’m the lucky one. The room was cold but under the blankets I was snug as a bug. I wanted to wake him for some early morning sex but then I remembered we were snowbound and we had all day. I closed my eyes and continued the delightful dream.
The second time I opened my eyes I was greeted with the smell of breakfast cooking. I looked over toward the stove and there stood Tom, in his long robe, boots, and wearing a bib apron. I watched, not making a sound. He poured two cups of coffee, put them on a tray, took off the apron and walked over to the bed. He looked down at me and smiled when he saw I was awake. He put the tray on the nightstand. He leaned over, gave me a kiss. He handed me a cup of coffee and sat down on the bed.
“So what do you want to do today?” Tom asked with a sly grin. “Breakfast is almost ready,” he added before I could answer. I didn’t say a word; I just slipped my hand inside his robe and rubbed his pecs. “You have a one track mind but I had the same thing in mind after breakfast.
As we ate he told me that the sky was clear and it sounded the snow plows had come by on the main road. He suggested that we hike to the truck and dig it out before it was vandalized. The snow was hip deep in the low spots and the drifts towered over our heads. As we climbed that last hill to the parking lot I could see my truck buried under a drift. It was strange to see some pavement and huge drifts a few feet away.
Tom asked if I was heading back home after I dropped him off. I told him the only reason I would go home was to change clothes.
“Clothes, you wont need clothes at the cabin.” He laughed. “Come stay with me.”
It took no time for us to shovel the snow away from the truck and get it started. I asked Tom if there was anything I could pick up at the store while I was gone. He said only a couple of things saying that he had planned to go into town to pick them up.
“Come with me because we need to talk.” I suggested.
“So talk,” he said as I maneuvered onto the highway.
“Have you ever though of putting an addition onto your cabin?” I asked.
“No, it is plenty big for one… Are you suggesting that you should move in permanent like?” He said as he turned to face me. He looked like he was blushing.
“I think we should do a trial and see if we can live together. Look my lease runs out in twenty seven days and if…”
“Yes! We should pack your things and move you in today,” Tom said with excitement in his voice.
We were in my bedroom and Tom reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of KY. He looked at it and then at me and we both started to strip. I got on my back expecting to be fucked but he put some on my cock and straddled my hips. He smeared some KY on his butt hole and then slowly lowered himself onto my cock. The warmth and tight hole felt as though I was entering a wet close chamber. My cock was twitching as he lowered all the way and rested on my thighs. He just sat there for a moment and then started bouncing.
His hard cock was resting on my belly and was starting to ooze pre-cum out the sheath. I pulled his foreskin back and with my finger, took some of the slippery wet juice and put it to my mouth. I started jacking on Tom as he was pumping his ass up and down on my cock. It was no time before he shot his wad, hitting me on the nose and cheek with his first spew. He shot six huge spurts of white man juice all over my chest. I wiped it up with my fingers and eagerly licked them clean. I felt myself losing control as he kept pumping on me. I tensed up and emptied my load deep into his gut. We stayed there holding each other for about an hour.
It seemed like it took forever to clear out my apartment. I didn’t know I had that much stuff. As we moved my things Tom suggested using the internet and fed ex to deliver my calendar s. He said I should add the word publishing to the end of my company name and it would sound like a multi-national company.
Tom also suggested that I go into partnership with him in the firewood business. It would certainly pay more than what I was making. Of course, there is more hard labor involved but, the benefits of the work would keep me in shape and save on gym fees.
As soon as the snow cleared in the spring, Tom and I started work. It was hard work and I was dead tired for the first few weeks. I was almost sorry for giving up my apartment in town—that is until we went to bed. By the end of that first season when I pulled out my winter clothes nothing fit anymore. I took a long hard look at my body and although I wasn’t as muscular as Tom I was in the best shape of my life.
My partner was now in the calendar business too. His marketing skills made my head spin. That next year a picture he took was on the cover of the best selling calendar I ever produced. He doesn’t like to take credit for the shot of the cabin in the snow that was snapped as he brought the camera in the night he found me.
We did expand the cabin adding several rooms. (Our room, a new bathroom, the gym, guest room, and a dark room for me.) Tom and I have been together for eight years now and he is still a sexy, hunky, handsome stud. I now wear the same size shirt as Tom. My dream of one day becoming a bodybuilder has come true and it all happened natural like.
The snow was falling and it reminded me of the night he found me. We were sitting by the fire in the old part of the cabin when Tom reached across the small table between the two recliners.
“This reminds me of the night I found you.” Tom looked as if he had tears in his eyes. “I was so lonely. You know… you saved my life.”
“After all these years you still haven’t got that strait. I was the one that was freezing. You saved me,” I reminded him. “And then we were snowbound,” I added
“Yeah!” Tom said with lust in his voice. “Snowbound!”
Tom stood and pulled me out of the chair so he could wrap his arms around me. We kissed and walked arm in arm toward the bedroom. It sure was fun to be snowbound.