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Back Alley Blowjob - A Modern Gay s*x Christmas Carol: Hot Guys Going At It During A Snowstorm - Part 2

Undeterred, the gentleman held a pen poised above his clipboard and said, "At this festive season of the year, Mr. Splooge, we're collecting funds to assist the poor and those down on their luck due to the difficult economy."

The other man explained more. "Our organization provides assistance for common necessities that so many of us take for granted such as food and heat. There are thousands of people in need of the basics in this city alone and hundreds of thousands more in the city barely scraping by who must choose between which bill they can pay this month and which credit card isn't over its limit yet."

"Are there no welfare offices?" asked Splooge.

"Plenty of them," said Handcock.

"And the homeless shelters," demanded Splooge. "Are they still open?"

"Sadly, they are full to capacity, especially in this cold weather," replied Peeon.

"The soup kitchens? Do they still serve hot meals to anyone who drops by?"

"They do," the men confirmed.

Dickteaser Splooge made a grand show of breathing deeply and feigning relief. "Thank heavens. From the way you were talking, I was afraid that all those social services had been shut down."

Handcock said, "Considering that all those social services provide barely a minimum level of existence, our organization raises money to supplement what the needy receive from the government. We give them cash assistance and food baskets. We also buy toys for their children to open on Christmas morning."

"There are several convenient ways for you to donate, Mr. Splooge," Peeon offered. "You can give us a check right here. You can also go to the website and do a direct electronic transfer from a savings or checking account. We also now accept donations online via credit card. What amount can I put you down for?"

"Nothing!" Splooge answered.

"You wish to be anonymous?" Handcock asked.

"I wish to be left alone!" Splooge screamed. "Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don't make myself merry at Christmas and I can't afford to make lazy people merry either. My tax money, at the unconscionable levels it is taken from me in my income bracket, supports the establishments I have mentioned. Those who are badly off must go there."

"Many people don't qualify for assistance and many others would rather die than go to those places," Peeon said.

"If they would rather die," said Splooge, "then they had better do it and decrease the surplus population!"

The two men gasped. The idea that anyone could have such an attitude about human life appalled and shocked them at the same time. It also left them speechless.

Taking advantage of the lull in the conversation and thankful that he no longer had to listen to their inane rambling about giving money away, Splooge said, "Now, gentlemen, if you will be so kind to go about your business, starting with getting the f**k out of my office, and let me go back to my business, I shall refrain from calling the police to report you as trespassers."

Still shocked, the two gentlemen quickly ushered themselves outside into the cold, snowy street. "I think he was the rudest man I've ever met," said Peeon.

"Yeah, but did you notice that the younger one in there was one of the hottest you've ever seen?"

"Did I notice? Are you kidding? Good thing we're wearing these long, heavy coats. I had a raging boner the whole time! My d**k was totally ready to jump out of my pants!"

"Me too," agreed Handcock. "Maybe we should, uh, do something about it." Handcock gestured with his head (the one on his shoulders) towards an alley a little way down the block.

Peeon's bemused smile was accompanied by a little laugh. When Handcock's expression didn't change, Peeon said, "s**t, you're totally serious, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah."

"It's like twenty eight degrees out here!"

"Don't worry, my mouth will keep your prick warm," Handcock promised.

Minutes later, the two men made their way through the snow to a secluded spot behind an overflowing dumpster about halfway down the alley. Protected on both sides from the wind by the tall buildings as well as in the front by the large trash container, it actually seemed a little warmer there than it had seemed out on the sidewalk.

Handcock grabbed a cardboard box from the top of the dumpster and used it to clear a snow-free spot on the cement. He then put down the box to use as a mat for his knees.

He told Peeon to lean against the building's brick wall. Handcock wasted no time in unzipping his colleague's coat and vigorously rubbing the outside of the man's pants right on the obvious bulge.

"Damn," Peeon said softly, "that feels so good."

Handcock looked him in the eyes and smiled in return. He then quickly undid Peeon's pants and lowered his fly. He slid them down, in the front only, just enough to free Peeon's shaft which bounded out of the pants and almost slapped Handcock in the face.

Peeon felt the cold rush of air against his bare skin for a moment only. Handcock almost immediately swallowed the entire eight inch stick, deep throating it like a professional hustler.

"Take it, take it all," Peeon said as he grabbed the back of Handcocks's head and ran his fingers through the man's dirty blonde hair. Peeon saw his own breath in the freezing air when he spoke, but true to his word, Handcock's mouth kept his prick plenty warm enough. Handcock's goatee tickled Peeon's ball sac just enough to stimulate him even more.

Peeon closed his eyes and enjoyed the tip of his p***s slamming into the back of Handcock's wet throat. He especially appreciated the way his co-worker curled his tongue around his rod each time it was sliding in the outward direction. He was surprised when, without warning, Handcock let it slide all the way out.

"I was thinking this was just gonna be an outdoor quickie before we visited some more offices, but it's Christmas Eve and most of the other business around here have already closed or will be closing soon, we're not going to get any more donations tonight. How would you like to come back to my place and make some holiday memories?"

"Let's do it." Peeon started to pack his d**k back into his pants.

"Not so fast," Handcock said. "You know how people always say as a joke in the winter if you're going to be doing an outside activity not to eat any yellow snow?"

"Yeah, I've heard that," Peeon told him.

"Well, I was wondering why they say that. I mean, yellow snow doesn't seem so bad to me..." He casually turned around towards a snow drift.

"I see where you're going with this," Peeon admitted. "Maybe I can help you out with that." Peeon took a couple steps towards a pile of snow and aimed his c**k right at the middle of it.

The warm yellow liquid sprayed out in a forceful stream. It instantly melted a steamy little hole in the snow. He flicked his prick around, creating an almost artistic design as the piss flowed freely in every direction.

The two men watched as the flood of urine soaked the snow until it ended with a trickle. Peeon gave his manhood a jiggle or two and the last drops made little yellow dots on nature's white canvas.

Handcock unconsciously licked his lips as he yearned for a taste of the piss. He dove face first into the snow pile as soon as his buddy indicated that his prick had run dry.

Peeon laughed when Handcock surfaced because the wet snow stuck to his goatee, making him look like a sexy piss-loving snowman. Handcock ran his tongue all around the goatee so as not to miss a precious trace of the tasty snack. He had forgotten that Peeon had ordered asparagus at lunch; that special odor which was now obvious in his urine was an unexpected bonus.

"Maybe we could get a coffee on the way to your place and I'll have more liquid for you to recycle later," Peeon suggested. Of course, Handcock readily agreed and the men bundled their coats back up and exited the alley.

Twenty minutes later, the two men were taking their coats off in Handcock's studio apartment. "I know it's small," he said in an apologetic tone, "but it has a good view and every unit in this building has a fireplace, even the studios."

He pointed towards the far wall which looked just like a Christmas card due to the way he had decorated the mantle with red tapered candles and hanging stockings. A wreath of fresh greens hung against the natural stone above the mantle, completing the holiday picture.

"Let's get a fire going," Peeon said sitting down on the couch which was located under the only windows in the room. Handcock was right; the view was amazing. Peeon watched as the swirls of snow fell from the gray sky and drift down all over the neighborhood.

Since it was dusk, most people had already turned on their Christmas lights so the colors added another dimension to the scene. Peeon began to disrobe without pulling the shades down, just like an exhibitionist.

Handcock already had the newspaper, kindling, and logs arranged on the fireplace grate. All he had to do was light the newspaper with his long kitchen matches and the flames took hold right away. By the time he turned back to his guest, Peeon was already stripped down to his underwear and reclining on the couch, gently stroking his meat through the material and sipping his coffee.

"Nice," Handcock observed as he took a moment to enjoy the sight of a 6'3" half-naked hunk sprawled out on his couch. "Why don't you look out at the neighborhood and let me look at that ass?" Handcock said.

Peeon silently got to his knees and leaned face forward against the back of the couch. It felt good as the weight of his body compressed his c**k against the furniture.

Handcock immediately rubbed his buddy's ass through the soft cotton briefs. He traced his fingers around the outline of the firm butt cheeks. "Man, those things are tight," he said louder than he meant to.

Peeon smiled and reached back between his legs. He took hold of the other man's hand and led it back through his legs to his rigid shaft. As soon as the warm palm pressed against it, the big prick gave a little jump as an automatic reaction.

Handcock then focused his attentions on his co-worker's perineum. He rubbed, squeezed, tickled, and patted every inch of the area between Peeon's scrotum and his asshole.

He sometimes performed the motion through the man's tighty-whities and other times slipped his fingers beneath the hem for direct skin to skin contact. Either way, his actions met their goals as Peeon moaned and swayed his hips back and forth rhythmically.

As he massaged the other guy's private areas, Handcock tried to resist the urge to place his nose against Peeon's clothed hole. Every time his finger followed the underwear into the man-crack, he leaned in a little closer.

After the fourth or fifth time, he couldn't resist anymore and he went for it - shoving his face into the material and sniffing for all it was worth. He didn't know how his buddy would react, but he was relieved and happy that Peeon actually leaned backwards shoving his rear end into Handcock's face as much as possible.

As the musky scent filled his nose, Handcock knew he had to have more. He reached up and gripped the elastic waist band of Peeon's underpants. In one motion, he ripped them from the man's butt and slid them down his thighs.