Snowed In: A Christmas Tale

It was Christmas Eve. It was cold, damp, miserable and I was alone with no money and the prospect of the gas and power going off at any time. I had spent my last cash on a cheap bottle of wine. It really didn't make me feel any better, just less aware of what a mess I had got myself into. Jason, my boyfriend of two years had walked out and taken virtually everything we had. He emptied the bank account and ran my credit card up to its limit.

At least he'd had the decency to leave my c.d.'s and the stereo, albeit the old one we kept in the kitchen, but I found some comfort in that. I was going to drink the wine and take a bottle of old sleeping pills that I'd found in the medicine cabinet, I really felt that bad. I dug out Hanson's "Snowed in" Christmas album thinking it might cheer me up. I had been a Hanson fan since I first heard "MMM-Bop" and was even more enamoured when I found out they wrote and played the album as well.

Like every other gay man on the planet I lusted after Taylor. Jason used to tease me saying, "It's disgusting, a thirty year old man lusting after a fifteen year old boy". I suppose I was in love with Taylor until I saw them on TV recently and I saw how much they had grown up-especially Zac. My god he was becoming a handsome devil. Any way, I digress. I threw "Snowed In" into the player and listened as the sleighbells and crackles started. But it was no good -- even Zac's irrepressible "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree" failed to lift my gloom.

I got undressed and and went to bed I thought of Zac and his sunny nature and how much he's probably enjoying Christmas with his family all around him and what mischief he's planning with little Mackie. I sat gazing at the boys' happy faces on the c.d. cover, took a swig from the bottle and shook some pills into my hand.

PART 2

Tap, Tap, Tap. I woke up suddenly. Tap, Tap, Tap. There it was again. Who the fuck could be tapping on my window at just gone midnight? Tap, Tap, Tap. I got up and pulled on my old threadbare dressing gown and toddled over to the window. I pulled aside the curtains and at first I couldn't see anyone. Tap, Tap, Tap. I looked down and there was this little figure wrapped up in so many hats, coats and scarves I really couldn't see any features at all.

"What d'you want?" I mouthed at it. It pointed into my room through the window "What?" I mouthed again. The figure again gesticulated wildly that it wanted to come in and judging by the gesticulations it was losing patience!

I walked to the frontdoor and opened it, the little figure was stood there dripping wet and visibly shivering.

"Aren't yer gonna let me in?" It asked, American? I recognise that voice. Who is it? I invited the figure in and offered to take its wet clothes. Very slowly the coats came off then the gloves and suddenly I noticed yellow trousers, I only know one person who wears yellow trousers, but it couldn't be.

What on earth would Zac Hanson be doing in England, on Christmas morning in my Flat in Cambridge of all places? I pinched myself so hard I yelled "Oww" This made the figure jump as he was taking off his last hat and shaking his long, blond hair out into some sort of order.

"Zac?" I said in barely a whisper.

"Yeah" he said, his smile lighting up the whole room.

"Er, um, er, what the fuck--oh, er, sorry. Erm, what are you doing here?" I gabbled.

"Come to see ya" he said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Yes, But what?"

"Time for questions and answers later. This ain't a press conference ya know!"

"Oh, er no, er sorry, um, can I get you anything?"

"Tea" he said, still beaming "A nice hot cup of English tea would be very nice indeed." Still feeling somewhat surprised I trotted out to the kitchen and put the kettle on and washed out the two mugs I had left. One had Bart Simpson on the side and the other one. Hanson! I brewed the tea and called through to Zac "Sugar?"

"Yes, Sweetie" he called back before collapsing into a fit of giggles at his little joke.

"How many?" I asked trying to control the fit of giggles that was threatening to overwhelm me. Zac has the most infectious laugh I have ever heard. He started laughing again when I gave him the Hanson mug.

"You know" he said "I've seen these, but I never drunk out of one".

"First Time for everything," I said. Then it hit me! This was crazy, mad, and insane.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"What would you like to go on?" He replied moving closer and fixing me with those huge brown eyes as he searched my face for a reaction. Oh, those eyes! Like bottomless wells of mystery with an ever-present glint devilment. I could live and die in those eyes. I felt myself stiffening under his mesmerising gaze, I shuffled in my seat trying to rearrange the growth in my trousers. Zac's hand moved up to his nipple and he started to fondle it through the tight blue polo shirt he was wearing. He was clearly enjoying the effect he was having on me. I gingerly reached out a hand to touch his flesh where his shirt had ridden up.

"Aghh!" he yelled. I drew back like a scalded cat.

"Oh my God, oh shit, oh fuck, Christ Zac, I'm sorry, I--I--I--"

"Ok, ok, I just wished you'd warmed your hands up a bit! I'm not used to this cold"

"Oh, Thank God, I thought I'd read you wrong"

"No, it's cool." He took hold of my quivering hand and held it tight to him for a few minutes. Oh, that felt so good, I closed my eyes and I felt him manoeuvre my hand under his shirt and let it go. I was now back on stream after my initial shock and I moved my hand over his hard muscular torso. I commented on his muscle development and he said "That's what playing the drums for three hours a day does".

I continued up to his nipples and played with them between thumb and forefinger, they were like steel rivets and I could see Zac's eyes starting to roll and his body writhe as I massaged his chest. I pulled his shirt off over his head and I could see properly for the first time how well developed his chest muscles were, I leaned forward to kiss his chest and I moved up to his nipples which were now, literally, like chapel hat pegs. I worked them with my tongue while my hand went down to try to find the ultimate prize.

I had no trouble finding it; it was sticking up like a ramrod, pulling the baggy yellow trousers tight. I played with it through the material, Zac writhed and moaned and uttered the occasional "yes" as I pushed the right buttons. I undid his belt and his zip and pulled the trousers open to reveal the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen. Over six inches of gently curving Zac-meat just crying out to be sucked. I bent down and kissed the shaft being careful not to go to the head and climax him too soon.

I wrestled with his trousers trying to get them right off and he lifted his arse allowing me to completely de-bag him. I was now faced with the unbelievable sight of a naked Zac Hanson sprawled out on my sofa with the most incredible erection I have ever seen, the oft used expression "little Zac" is a total misnomer, believe me. I started work on his dick again with my mouth. He writhed and moaned more than ever. Suddenly, his moans got higher pitched and his breathing more laboured he was thrusting his lovely dick into my mouth with ever more urgency.

He made one mighty thrust and he screamed a strangled scream as what seemed to be gallons of rich milky cum shot into my mouth. The force was incredible; you could have put a fire out with it! It tasted sweet, yet salty but definitely delicious. I looked up into his gorgeous face and kissed him full on the lips, giving him a taste of himself that he seemed to enjoy, judging by the ear to ear smile. He reached over and whispered to me.

"I want you to fuck me. Will you do that?"

"Will I what?" I was almost delirious and my head was starting to spin. I was in grave danger of creaming my jeans before I could give Zac what he craved.

"You heard, I want you to fuck me"

"I haven't got any stuff" I stuttered "Did Jason take that as well?"

"Yeah, I suppose he must have. Hang on how did you know about Jason?"

"Oh, it's surprising what you pick up when you travel a lot." He replied casually; wielding a new tube of Ky that he'd produced from God knows where.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, yeah," I gabbled as Zac started to smear the lube over my shaft. Oh god that felt good, he then lay on his back and lifted his legs up over his head.

"I'm ready," he said and I positioned myself over him and while gazing into those magical eyes I began to enter him. He gasped as my head popped in past his sphincter and as I began to pump; his eyes closed and a look of intense concentration appeared on his beautiful face. I'm sad to say that it didn't take long for me to unload into that fabulous arse. I lay down on top of him with my softening prick still inside him. He smiled that smile at me and said "Thanks".

PART 3

We eventually uncoupled and cleaned ourselves up. I asked him where he was sleeping tonight, or I should say today and he said "here of course". I just couldn't believe what was happening to me. We went to bed and kissed and cuddled for what seemed hours, but I suspect it was only a few minutes, the nights exertions and my pill and booze intake making me very drowsy. We lay in silence just listening to the night then I spoke:

"Are you really Zac Hanson?"

"Do you believe that I am"

"You look like him, sound like him. I suppose you must be him."

"If you believe that I am that's all that matters"

"But I can't understand what brought you here"

"D'ya want me to go?"

"No, No, No"

"Like my Mom says "Count your blessings", so quit worrying, OK?" And with that I fell into the deepest, most refreshing sleep I can ever recall. When I awoke of course he was gone with not a trace left behind to say that he had ever been there. I was disappointed, of course, but I guessed it was all a dream and I thought not a lot more about it. Later in the day I went to put "Snowed In" on the stereo and noticed something. A piece of paper was inside with a hand-written note on it:

Paul, Never give up & don't forget I'll be With You in Your Dreams. Angels can take many forms Love Zac.

I just flopped down on a chair and cried. An Angel, I'd been visited by an Angel in the shape of Zac Hanson! He'd saved my life; there was no doubting that. I just sat staring at that little note. This was all too incredible. But where to go now? Things hadn't changed. There was a knock at the door; I froze to the spot. Could it be him again? My Angel? I walked slowly to the door and opened it. It was Jason, he was crying.

"Can I come in?"

"Why should I let you?"

"Please, I need to talk to you"

"What about?"

"You, me, us, last night"

"Last night? What about last night? "I had a dream, it scared the shit out of me"

"Come In. Tea? What was your dream? "I kept hearing that song you're always playing, I couldn't get it out of my head.

"Be With You In Your Dreams" or something. Then I saw my Grandmother and she said "Paul's coming over, we're trying to send him back. He needs you Jason you must go to him." I came as soon as I could, I'm just so glad that you're alright"

"Yes, Jay I'm alright"

"I'm so sorry for all I did." He said fighting back the tears.

"I don't know how I could have been so stupid and cruel. Can you ever forgive me?" He looked like he was about to break down again.

"Paul, did anything, you know, strange happen to you last night?" I took him in my arms and over his shoulder I looked at Zac's note, carefully folded it and put it my pocket.

"No Jay, nothing happened out of the ordinary here"

What else could I say?

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written by paulhicks