Snow What Fun

Bailey drove along Route 108 happy for once he had enough common sense to leave work in plenty of time to avoid the back-ups that were sure to happen later in the day. The snow flurries had started at about 10am. By noon, most of the streets were covered. This was the type of snow that challenged the road crews. Snow was a four letter word in this state and once it started falling, it sent everyone scurrying for the grocery store. It was a Maryland tradition; if you were raised here you knew it was your duty to brave the elements to get bread, milk and toilet paper whether you needed them or not.

Unfortunately, the grocery store was exactly where Bailey needed to stop. It was his turn this week, and he'd put it off all week. When getting ready for work this morning resulted in Brett using the last of the sample size toothpaste from the dentist and no coffee in the house, Bailey knew he couldn't avoid it any longer. Pulling into the parking lot of the local grocery store, he couldn't help but groan out load. There wasn't a parking spot to be found. Circling patiently, waiting for a parking spot, he felt the tension begin to build. Finally, pulling into a space he dashed through the slush, list in hand. Grabbing a cart, he made his way into the store. Maneuvering through the packed aisles, he grabbed the absolute necessities as he felt the knot in his stomach continue to grow. He surveyed the lines and realizing they snaked into the aisles, he headed for the junk food aisle. He could peruse the chips and cookies and add munchies to the cart while waiting. After over 30 minutes in line, he was finally on the road heading home. The snow had turned to that snow-sleet mix he liked to call sneet while he was in the store which meant his Mustang was going to give him a fit on the winding roads between the grocery store and home. Pulling into his driveway almost 30 minutes later, Bailey grabbed the grocery bags and headed into the house. He couldn't shake that tense knot in his stomach. The store had been too crowded and the lines too long. The drive home filled with people who honestly shouldn't be out in the snow. He shouldn't have been out in the snow. His car sucked in the snow. It had been like driving on a slip and slide. Slamming the kitchen door brought him a little bit of satisfaction and a voice from the den.

"Hey Babe, is that you?" Brett called, from the study.

"Yeah, it was a hell ride home. I'm going to put away the groceries and try to de-stress," Bailey answered, opening the first bag.

"Do you need some help, Babe?" Brett asked, walking into the kitchen.

"No, I'm fine," Bailey said, slamming the freezer drawer.

"Hmmm, you're upset. Why don't you let me put those away, and you go take a hot shower and relax?" Brett offered.

"I said I'm FINE!" Bailey growled, jerking open the pantry door.

"Bailey, you aren't fine. Now, let me help!" Brett said as he began unpacking the next bag.

"Brett, I know you mean well but give me some space and let me unpack the friggin' groceries!" Bailey said, gritting his teeth.

Turning his back to Brett, he reached up to put away canned goods on the top shelf. Once the can was placed safely on the shelf, a large hand encased his, keeping it in place above his head. In one swift motion, his other hand was captured and brought above his head. Feeling Brett's hips push against his Bailey couldn't help wiggling his butt.

"I think you need you let me settle you down, little boy, before that temper of yours gets you in real trouble," Brett whispered, in a low, sexy growl. Shivers ran down Bailey's spine as Brett's mouth found that spot on his neck that was guaranteed to turn him to jelly and began gently sucking.

"Yes, Sir, I need you to settle your boy, please" Bailey moaned, pushing harder against Brett's hips.

Brett maneuvered his hands so that one hand was successfully pinning both of Bailey's hands above his head. Rotating his hips, Bailey pushed his hard cock against Brett's other hand which had found its way to his crotch.

"I think I found something that needs settling," Brett said in a throaty whisper as he gently squeezed Bailey's cock through his jeans.

"Yes, Sir, that definitely needs your attention," Bailey said breathlessly.

"Mmmhmm, I wonder how about these?" Brett asked, releasing Bailey's hands and moving to tweak Bailey's nipple through his shirt as his mouth found that spot on Bailey's neck again.

"Please! Please! Pretty, pretty please!" Bailey panted as Brett continued exploring.

"I actually think this is what really needs my full attention," Brett said breathing heavily into Bailey's ear, moving his hands to cup Bailey's cheeks. "I think my boy needs to go over my knee for a spanking."

"Yes, Sir," Bailey moaned.

"Come with me, baby," Brett said grabbing Bailey's hand and leading him to the sofa in the great room.

Watching Brett take a seat on the couch, Bailey stared into Brett's eyes, which were gazing up and down his body.

"Take your clothes off for me, sexy boy," Brett murmured.

Bailey began rolling hips in small circles as he moved his hands to undo the buttons of his shirts. Raising one shoulder higher than the other he wiggled that shoulder out of the flannel shirt before slowly turning around and letting it fall to the floor. Knowing Brett's eyes were focusing on his tush, Bailey worked on keeping Brett's attention, wiggling his bottom and rolling his hips as he undid the buttons on his jeans and began nudging them over his cheeks, letting them drop to the floor. Turning back to face Brett, Bailey hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his boxers and let them fall.

"Good Grief, you're a tease! You definitely need a spanking naughty boy!" Brett said grabbing his hand and pulling Bailey across his knees. Brett was sitting far enough back on the sofa for Bailey to rest his upper body on the cushions.

Bailey started making soft groaning noises as Brett's hand squeezed his left cheek. The squeezing stopped and Brett's palm began lightly spanking, moving cheek to cheek. As the intensity began increasing, Brett was stopping to rub and squeeze making Bailey grind against his thighs and moan.

"I love turning your cute bottom pink," Brett said.

The spanking continued taking him to the edge where pain and pleasure mixed. Finding himself in that settled space where he was just Brett's happy, horny boy, it took a moment to realize Brett's hand was no longer warming his bottom. Jostling his left knee, Brett raised his bottom a little higher. Hearing a soft click of the tube of lube, he braced himself. Feeling Brett's hand part his cheeks, he sighed as a finger coated with cool lube began circling his opening. Unable to resist he began pushing back only to hear Brett chuckle.

"Not so fast little boy. I'm doing the settling my way" Brett said as his finger slowly pushed in.

Bailey sighed relaxing over Brett's knees as one finger soon became two. Softly grinding his hips in rhythm with Brett's fingers, he began zoning out.

Feeling Brett's fingers withdraw from his bottom, Bailey began turning only to find Brett's hand holding the small of his back in place.

"Little one, stay still, I have something to help keep you settled the rest of the day," Brett murmured.

Bailey sighed, settling back down realizing Brett had a playful afternoon planned and the he must have already set the living room up with something from the toy box. Grinning Bailey realized his tension had played right into Brett's plans.

Feeling something hard nudge against his bottom, Bailey took a deep breath and worked on relaxing. The smooth plug wasn't especially large. In fact, it felt amazingly average. Lying across Brett's lap continuing to rub his hard cock against Brett's thighs, he wondered why this one was chosen.

A sharp SWAT across his bottom brought him back to reality.

"Up, baby," Brett said nudging Bailey's hip to get him to stand. "Is there any ice cream in the freezer?"

"What? Ice cream? Umm, what about this?" Bailey said pointing at his raging hard on.

"Oh, that can just settle itself down until later tonight, love," Brett replied with a wicked grin and a wink.

Bailey stood with his mouth opening watching Brett make his way into the kitchen.

"Oh, and leave your clothes off sexy boy. I love looking at your body!" Brett yelled from the kitchen.

"Brrrettttt, this isn't fair!" Bailey whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want ice cream too?" Brett asked.

"Umm, no? What the heck?" Bailey said jerking as the plug in his bottom suddenly vibrated grazing his sweet spot.

Hearing Brett laugh, Bailey made his way to the kitchen. Brett was leaning against the island with a bowl of fudge ripple and an innocent look on his face.

"Problems, love?" Brett asked, teasing the spoon of ice cream with his tongue.

Before Bailey could respond the plug buzzed in his bottom again making him jump and softly moan.

"Sir, do we own a new toy?" Bailey asked nicely.

"We do little one. It's wireless with a range of 25 feet. I can get your attention even if you're not right next to me." Brett replied, pushing the button and holding it for several seconds.

"It's wicked, Sir. The only problem is if you keep pushing the button, this will never settle down," Bailey explained, gesturing to his dripping cock.

"Ahh, well, it can stay hard as long as you don't think you are getting to cum any time soon." Brett replied, grinning and taking another spoon of ice cream.

Bailey glared in response and immediately jumped as his bottom buzzed.

"No glaring, love," Brett replied putting his dish in the sink. "Let's go cuddle up and watch the snow fall my wiggly boy."

"Yes, Sir," Bailey said grinning, knowing Brett's hard-on, which was clearly visible through his jeans, wouldn't hold until evening.

The End