Seduction in Snow in horny winter hot gay sex story

Seduction in Snow in horny winter hot gay sex story

Hello readers! I am Satvik, and I am back with another story. I hope you enjoy it. I am always eager for your feedback. You can reach out to me on Instagram (satvik1990sh), Twitter (SatvikErotica), or Gmail ([email protected]).

This story took place on a cold Sunday of February 2026 in the Dutch city of Eindhoven. I was a member of the catering group at an indoor cricket tournament happening in the city. It’s always nice to be around Indians in a foreign country and I was enjoying my time, even though it was quite hectic. Amidst all the chaos and cacophony at the stadium, my eyes fell on Avi.

He was a member of the organizing committee and the vice-captain of one of the teams. He was looking elegant and attractive in a black t-shirt with some logos on the front and his name and no. 7 on the back, all printed in bright pink on the t-shirt. But what caught my eyes were his gorgeous pink lips, and his big round butts. Yeah, I am one of those bottoms who likes his top with a curvy butt.

Anyways, the crowd was clamouring around me for idli-sambhar, vada pao and biryani, so I could only have a passing glance. The day went by, and teams were eliminated gradually. Having been there for 5 hours already and in-charge of food, I had talked to several players already. But somehow, Avi never came to the stall. Most of the time, his teammates would get something for him.

At about 5.30 in the evening when there were no customers, I went to check out the game. Being an indoor cricket tournament, it was held in an auditorium where the matches were taking place on the ground floor while the spectators were seated on the first floor behind a glass window. It was more like the balcony we used to have in cinema halls, but with a thick transparent glass covering the front.

When I came over, Avi was one of the two batsmen. He was clearly a good player, and scored quite well. But I was not really interested in all that. I was absorbed in observing the hot man running between the wickets. His bat at the ready, knees bent, butt out, eyes narrowed in concentration, waiting for the right ball to send over the boundary. I saw the ball rising before I realised it was coming toward me.

Wham! I gasped and jumped. The ball had hit the glass right where my face was. The window vibrated but thankfully did not crack. Heart beating rapidly, I looked down toward the pitch only to realise that he was already looking at me. Our eyes met. He smiled- half apologetic, half cocky- and held the gaze longer than necessary. In the next moment, he was back in the game, my reflection still floating faintly in the glass between us. And I knew that he understood exactly what was going on in my mind.

Unfortunately, I had to go back to my stall, and stay there until the end. By 6.30 PM, the tournament was over and we were packing up. It had started snowing by then. Avi’s team had won the tournament and was celebrating boisterously in the snow. Avi, however, hung back to make sure that everything was wrapped up before we handed over the venue. Brimming with the euphoria of the win, he looked even more impressive. My ‘boss’, the caterer, asked me how I was going back.

“Paidal. Barf me chalne me bahut mazaa aata hai,” I said.

“Pagal hai kya? Tera ghar 6km door hai. Ek ghnate se bhi jyada lag jayega pahuchne me,” he replied.

He looked around, spotted Avi and asked him if he can drop me off. “Tum central station ja rahe ho na, logon ko drop karne? Ise bhi drop kar doge? Pass me hi rehta hai ye. Meri gadi me jagah nahi hai aur mere ghar se kafi door rehta hai ye.”

Avi looked at me, smiled slightly and agreed, “Sure. Main thodi der me gaadi lata hoon.”

“Thanks!” I replied and got back to helping with the pack up. By 7.30 PM, we were at the station. We stepped out and bade a good bye to the others. It had stopped snowing now, but it was still bitter cold.

Avi wanted to smoke, so we stood outside the car while he puffed. The Eindhoven station has this small lane next to it where people park cars. It is not secluded but it wasn’t crowded at that time either. We were standing against the car, my hands in my jacket.

“Aapko barf me chalne me mazaa aata hai?” He asked after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“Sahi company me achha lagta hai,” I replied.

“Aap to akele jane wale the,” he said sceptically.

“That’s one of the best companies,” I laughed.

He took a step towards me. “Mere sath chaloge? Barf me paide chalne?” he asked.

He was still far from me, but close enough that I could smell the tobacco on his breath. All in all, the air between us was quite charged. I blushed, blinked and looked down. Not a good idea, because my eyes immediately went to his crotch. Perhaps it was my over-imagination, or maybe it was the winter. But I thought I saw a slight movement there.

I took a second to compose myself, looked up and replied with a confident smile, “hmm! Tere pass to gadi hai. Car ride pe jaunga tumhare sath.” “Chalo fir,” he said. As we sat in the car, he said, “Kidhar chalein?”

I replied, dropping all pretences, “Yahan pass me ek lake hai. Wahan chalte hain!” I entered the location on his navigation, and off we went. I was taking him to ‘my place’ in Karpendonkse Plas. I have spent a lot of time there, working and reading. It is an out-of-the-way area by the lake where very few people go even on the busiest of days. It was close by, but it took us about 10 minutes to reach due to all the snow and the dark.

Those ten minutes were some of the longest of my life. There were two traffic signals en route, and we got the red light at both. I clenched my hands on my lap as my heart beat loudly. I was surprised he couldn’t hear it. But then again, his blood was racing too. I stole another gaze. His fair skin had reddened, and in the faint street light I could see a slight movement in his pants.

I wanted to grab it, or at least put one of my hands on his thigh. I wanted to touch him, feel him just a little bit. But something held me back. I wanted him to make the first move. And sure enough, he did.

The moment we turned into the side road that would take us to our secluded spot, he kept his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed it. A shiver ran through my body. I looked at him sideways but his eyes were on the snowy road in front of us. He gently rubbed my thighs as if responding to my gaze and another shiver ran through my body. His cold hands moved along my thigh and grazed my arm. But we were wearing so many clothes that the sensation was quite muted. Yet, it was perceptible enough that I couldn’t ignore it. I brushed my finger on his skin- first gently, then more insistently. I slowly moved my hands to his thigh and gently rubbed it. It was very warm to touch.

It had started snowing again. He parked by the dark road covered with snow. The heater in the car was at high. The wiper cleared the snow from the windshield. I dropped all pretence and slid my left hand towards his inner thighs. He let out a sigh, pushed his seat back and lowered the back support. I bent towards him and gently pushed my hand inside his pants. He flinched a little. I looked up and, in the darkness, saw him looking at me.
My fingers slowly traversed through a mildly dense pubic bush. Avi swallowed nervously as my fingers crept closer to his cock. We looked at each other. I took in a deep breath to enjoy the musk of his crotch. It was a salt-tinged scent from the long day at the stadium- it made me dizzy. My face spasmed, my eyes squinted, my lips parted, my breath shortened and suddenly I was very hot.

When I next looked at Avi, he was looking at me in both amazement and intoxication. By then, he was in my hands. It was an average sized uncut dick- about six and a half inches long and reasonably thick. I squeezed it. A bead of precum formed at the tip and a spasm ran through his face. He was ready! And sure enough, he gently prodded my head towards his cock which had grown steadily hotter.

Intent on teasing him a little more, I slowly moved downwards. It wasn’t as comfortable as one would hope. Due to the winter, we were heavily dressed. And though we were in one of the newer electric models with a minimal dashboard, it was still congested.

Nonetheless, I bent forward. I used both my hands to pull his pants down and take his dick out. I twirled my hand around and along his erection. Then pulled his skin as far back as it would go and took it in my mouth. He let out a slightly muted moan.

My first reaction to his taste was ‘yummmm’. It had a mildly sweet taste probably from eating lots of fruits. In an effort to taste it more, I went down on him slowly and as I came back, I gently squeezed it along the length. He was copiously leaking pre-cum that I happily lapped up. I continued blowing him using my hands and mouth to alternate between his cock and his balls.

I pulled myself up to readjust and take a deep breath before going back when I realised that the windshields of his car were completely covered in snow. And if one could see through them, they would find a thin layer of mist settled on the glass inside.

In my fervour of blowing him, I pulled his pants all the way down and began sucking him in earnest. By now, it was so hot inside that Avi had to reduce the car heater. He had also pushed his seat back. It gave me a better reach between his legs, but it was still quite congested. Nonetheless, I managed to give him a deep-throated blowjob and paint his groin with my saliva. And Avi’s thorough enjoyment was evident from his moans.

When I took a break for the next time, he said, “Jyada barf nahi gir raha hai ab. Bahar chalte hain.”

I agreed. It would be quite thrilling to fuck in the snow, I thought. And it was extremely unlikely that someone would wander to this area amidst the wintry shower.
I got out, buttoned up my jacket and walked around the car. Avi came around too, his dick still hard and hanging out of his jeans. I pushed him against the snow-covered bonnet of the car, got down and began sucking him hungrily. I grabbed his thighs and continued bobbing my head while he moaned. It was snowing mildly, and soon enough it was speckled over us. Avi ran his finger through my hair softly, while I pushed my hands inside his jersey. As my hands came into contact with his skin, he jerked- his stomach, covered under his jacket, gave me a welcome warmth, even though my cold fingers felt frozen against his warm flesh.

Instinctively, his grip tightened on my hair and he pushed himself deeper down my throat making me choke and then cough as I tried to escape his grip. I held his dick and worked my hand around the slick shaft while I licked all around it. His moans grew louder. I felt his skin tighten as I continued.

I pushed him firmly on the snow-covered bonnet of the car and began sucking him deep. I opened my throat as much as I could, engulfed him and began making short to and fro movements. My eyes began watering while Avi once again grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth. He wasn’t aggressive. Rather, he pushed himself as deep as possible, stayed there for a few seconds with very small strokes and withdrew.

It was a very new experience for me- his ‘micro-strokes’ tickled my throat. It made me shiver violently, and I gripped his thighs in a tight hold so as not to push him away. My gagging sounds and his moans were drowned in the cold breeze that flew across the lake and through the trees with a hiss that seemed to sharpen all sensations.

By now, we were both quite cold. He beckoned me to stand and then pulled me closer and whispered, “itni thand me mujhe mera naak bhi feel nahi ho raha hai!” I bent forward and flicked my tongue sloppily around his nose, and replied, “ab?”

He didn’t say anything, but our breaths on each other’s face felt shockingly warm. His dick was still out and I was covering it with my hand between us- gently squeezing, rubbing, and playing with it. He grabbed my butts pulling me even closer, and the faint smell of Marlboro on his breath somehow made me hornier. I pressed his boner against mine and began grinding against him.

We stayed like that for almost a minute, his fingers moving over me while I stroked him between our bodies. The snow had stopped. The clouds had cleared. An almost full moon shone across the frozen lake, its light reflecting off the snow around us. From across the lake, someone could have seen only our intertwined silhouettes, etched against the dark line of the forest and the white snow beneath us. On this side, however, his warm breath against my face and his pulsating hardness in my hands were the only real things to me.

A bird flew out of the trees nearby; the sudden flapping wings snapped us back into the moment. Avi stood up, gave a slight nod for me to follow and opened the back gate of the car. Taking his lead, I stepped closer, bent forward and began a deliberately sloppy blowjob. He pulled me toward the backseat and gently pushed me forward over it. As I did, I reached into my bag for a condom and lube.

He pulled my pants below my butts and spat onto my hole. Then, he put the condom on and gently rubbed himself between my cheeks, slowly pressing harder each time. Normally, it gave a warm feeling, but this time every withdrawal felt cold. Unable to wait any longer, I lubed his dick and my ass quickly. Guiding him into place, I pushed back as he pressed forward and entered, stretching me slowly.

“Aahh!” he moaned. I could feel his 6.5 inches of warmth inside me, and his moans told me he was enjoying it too. But before I could completely savour this and adjust to his thickness, he pulled back and rammed himself in. Unprepared, I let out an involuntary shout. He paused. “Sorry!”, he said rather sweetly.

“Koi baat nahi. Bas aise hi rehna thodi der,” I breathed. He didn’t move but started caressing my waist and back.

When I was ready, I started moving my hips and taking the cue he started thrusting. This time he started slowly and gently, worried about hurting me again. I moaned as he continued enjoying his pulls and plunges while he kept shifting his hands on my hips as if unsure what to do with them.

Within a minute, he was ramming at high speed again. Worried that he will cum soon, I took my hands behind to his thigh. I gripped it as hard as I could, pulled him in and squeezed. He hissed but got the idea and stopped again. Both he and I were panting, but the way he was huffing, I was sure he was very close.

“Hilo mat! Mujhe adjust hone do. Fir, jaise main bataoon waise karna,” I said. I directed him to spread out his legs so that they were on either side of my legs which were close together. I knelt on the backseat and arched my back to give him better access and locked my feet behind his knees to gain some stability.

“Aaram se chalu karo aur dheere dheere speed badhana!” I said. He followed my directions but within a minute he was thrusting with full force. Ensuring that he didn’t come, I tightened my feet around his knees and said, “aaram se yaar!”.

He slowed down, breathing deeply, and started with long strokes but minimal force. He would slowly pull out, then go in deep equally slow. I was amused. But as he started catching his rhythm, I eased my feet from his shins and whispered, “pace it!”

He was a quick study for I did not need to direct him too much. He figured out what pace worked best for him and continued. In fact, he soon managed to hold his high paces longer. Taking support of the car with his left hand and while grabbing my waist tightly with his right, he varied his pace from a delicate plunge to a devastating force. Though it took all I had to maintain my position, I couldn’t help but moan loudly as he continued fucking me. “Good boy!” I said, unable to stop myself.

After another ten minutes or so, he groaned, “Main jhadne wala hoon.” I said, “hmmm.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled them out of the car. Without any warning, he began ramming his cock so hard that for several minutes, the only sounds one could hear were the slapping of our skins, his grunts and my moans.

He was fucking me so hard that my pants, previously hanging just below my butts, slipped all the way down. The chill of the air and the heat of his body wrapped around my exposed legs. I wasn’t sure if I was shivering from cold or shaking from his thrust. I didn’t bother to find out. I was too horny to do anything other than shagging myself.

He was fucking me so hard that I had already fallen on the back seat. Taking support of the backrest and the front chair, he continued shoving deeper. And soon enough, with a mighty grunt, he jabbed it in, lost his balance and fell on top of me.

I could feel him pulsating and ejaculating in the condom inside while he panted near my right cheek. I squeezed my dick vigorously with my right hand, now trapped between me and the car seat, and I came within seconds.

He felt me convulse under him and wrapped his hands tightly around me. As I calmed down, he kissed my cheek softly sending a current throughout my body. We stayed like that for several minutes when he whispered softly in my ear, “I think koi hamein dekh raha hai.” I too had felt someone’s presence, among the trees on my left side.

“Kuchh nahi hoga. Ghabrao mat,” I said. “Are you sure?” He sounded worried about it. “Aisa karo, tum niklo. Yahan se seedha niklo aur main road ke pass pahucho tab headlight on karna. Wahan se left lekar seedha nikal jana. Is area se turant nikal jaoge,” I said. “Okay,” he replied.

He took out tissue papers and gave some to me. He pulled out, removed the condom and cleaned himself. I did the same, pulled up my pants and took out my bag from the car. As I turned, I saw him holding the condom. I took it from him, saying that I would throw it away. He nodded, rushed into his car, and took off.

I stood there for a moment, still glowing from the encounter while the sound of the engine faded into the quiet of the night. The land was white and the lake silver in the moonlight. As the cold crept onto my body, I started walking back to my home through the narrow path along the trees.

I thought that was the end of the night. A little further ahead, I realised someone was standing near the edge of the trees- probably the man we felt was watching us. He had his dick in his hands. As I came closer, he whispered something. I understood what he wanted. It barely took a minute. I grabbed his cock, emptied the contents of the condom on it, and jerked him off using Avi’s cum to lubricate. He came all over my front. He bent forward to kiss me; I held his face to reciprocate leaving traces of Avi on his face too. It felt quick, almost mechanical, like something left unfinished in the body. Even in his absence, Avi had managed to stimulate an encounter between two strangers. And as I sank into bed later that night, it was still Avi I felt on my skin.

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