To Keep us Warm - Part 1 (Short Story)

Between the release of the full-length books, I enjoy coming back with a short story from times to times.

Here's another two-parts story to warm up your winter!

Tell me what you think of it in the comments below.

The second and final part will be released next Thursday.

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TO KEEP US WARM

Part one

“Fucking hell, dude. There’s nothing more I can do!”

“We’re screwed then!”

“Pretty much…”

“We could die, Marcus. We actually might die!”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, Rob. We’re not going to die. We’ll find a way to keep us warm.”

Robbie and Marcus had been best friends since high school.

The magic of being seated right next to each other during their very first class had definitely worked on them.

It was a pure stroke of luck but they had virtually been glued to the hips ever since then.

They did share many passions fuelling their friendship: talking about big sports cars, growing their big muscles at the gym together, and more importantly, admiring big boobs and big rumps on the hottest chicks on campus.

How to pick up girls, how to fuck them hard, and how to deal with them once they were becoming annoying had become their favorite topic of conversation since Freshman year in college.

What is more important in life than sex?

Nothing according to our two heroes.

They obviously decided to attend the same class and to live in the same dorm even though education was far from being their top priority.

Anyone who knew them knew that they were an unbreakable duo, and that they were most often up to no good.

There was the tall guy with dark hair and pale skin (Robbie), always accompanied by his blond stockier friend with broader shoulders and larger thighs (Marcus).

Both were heart throbs, gorgeous, fit guys, but they were even more accurately heart breakers.

Bros before hoes was their mantra, and banging over feelings was their way of viewing relationships.

Robbie and Marcus were secretly keeping a journal of all the girls they had ever fucked with a rating for each pounding.

The craziest part was that they were sharing a few names on the list.

Although, maybe it was not that crazy given the impressive number of their respective body count in just three years of college.

With that many fucks per year, overlaps were bound to happen!

In such cases, it was amusing for the horned-up best buddies to compare the grades they had attributed.

Rating their sex life, that was one of the only things they seemed to be taking seriously.

“A 7?! Bro, what are you talking about? Eva was a 10 out of 10!”

“Nah… She has a banging body but she was pretty boring in bed.”

“Maybe with you! Maybe because you don’t know how to make things interesting! Being good at fucking is not only about the size of your horse dick, Marcus!”

“Come on, I’ve taught you everything you know. You’re like my apprentice.”

“Shut up. Just because you lost your virginity before me doesn’t make you an expert.”

“No, but having fucked 30 more women than you kinda proves my point.”

“Whatever. Quality over quantity, dude!”

“Yeah, right, your cock is poking out as soon as you see an ass in front of you. You’d fuck any hole if you were given the chance.”

“As if you wouldn’t.”

“I would. But the difference is, I own it!”

On these wise words, Marcus grabbed the prominent bulge in his shorts.

He did that about ten times a day so Robbie was pretty unfazed.

The guys were bickering all the time, sometimes they even wrestled against each other, but it was just what boys their age did.

Marcus did not have any relative and Robbie had only two sisters, so basically, and even though they had never said it out loud, they were very much considering each other as the brother they had never had.

Devil brothers according to most people you would talk to in town.

Remember when I mentioned that our main characters were known to be up to no good?

Someone had thrown bags of shit into the city pool? No need to think twice, it had to be Robbie and Marcus.

Someone had hacked the college grading system and given everyone an A+? No need to think twice, it had to be Robbie and Marcus.

Someone had stolen a trailer and disappeared from the county? No need to think twice, it had to be Robbie and Marcus.

This is where our story begins, in a vintage trailer, as the two friends were being once again caught up in their own foolishness.

Not that they had any harmful intent, they just wanted to have fun… Without bothering themselves with the potential consequences of their actions.

See, they intended to give his trailer back to Franck MacMillan.

In their minds, it was not a thief, it was an unwilling loan for the sake of a good prank and a funny anecdote to brag about later.

Could you imagine the face of the old MacMillan when he would not find his trailer behind his house the next morning?

Hilarious!

Sneaking into the garage to get the keys and fleeing the scene at sun rise. That was the kind of thrills Robbie and Marcus were living for.

They laughed their asses off for sure and they drove for an entire day, only stopping at gas stations or when they needed to take a leak on the side of the road.

They did not have a plan and it showed.

The reckless boys drove north mindlessly but they had not chosen the best of times.

When it started snowing heavily, they were unsure of what to do and where to go next; When they realized that this “unwilling loan” was a bit more serious than horse poop in a pool, they started re-thinking their idea; When Robbie mentioned that they might get a criminal record, they started freaking out; And when the engine of the trailer broke down in the middle of nowhere, they were full-on panicking.

At first, Marcus saw the bright side.

“At least, we don’t have to worry about finding a place to sleep. We’re literally already in our hotel room!”

At 21, he was fascinated with the concept of being able to travel your “house” around. That was where the idea of stealing the trailer for a week-end had come from.

The guys wanted to travel around, sleep whenever and wherever they wanted, and more simply, experienced total freedom.

Besides, MacMillan was a creep and deserved to be taught a lesson.

“Shit, that’s messy. We should have only driven a few miles and brought the trailer right back.”

“We’ll bring it back tomorrow, Rob! Don’t sweat it. It was just a prank.”

“I’m not sure MacMillan will see it that way… And how are we going to do that anyway? The engine won’t start.”

“Okay. This might be an issue.”

“Fuck, my parents are going to kill me!”

“You’re always saying that, and you’re still alive. Aren’t you?”

Robbie faintly smiled.

He could not deny how fun it had been to actually do this.

But now, and as often, he was wondering if Marcus had not pushed things too far.

Whatever, he would always follow his best bro, even if it had to lead them both to prison.

They decided to leave the driving seats to get on the back of the trailer and enjoy their tiny apartment for the night. They would worry about the engine later.

Another practical issue arose fairly quickly though.

And this time, it was Marcus who was not so confident anymore.

“It’s getting cold, eh? Like, really cold in here.”

“Yeah… The heater is dead. Nothing works in here except for that ceiling light.”

“Are you sure?”

“Man, I’ve been trying to get it to work since we’ve been back here.”

“Let me see that, asshole.”

Calling each other names: asshole, moron, stupid fuck, motherfucker, and any other insult you can think of, was their love language.

Or at the very least, it was their language.

Of course, Marcus could not do more than Robbie for the heater and the cold settled in.

One of the poorly-sealed windows allowed the freezing air to trickle into the trailer.

It was deemed to be a long and freezing night but it was only 11 p.m.

“Should we call someone?” Robbie suggested.

“And tell them what? We’re getting chilly in a stolen trailer? Besides, we don’t have any service since we’ve been driving on this road.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I’ve been trying to open Marina’s snaps for ages but the app doesn’t work. I’m sure it’s nudes, I’m fuming. It’s like we’re in the middle of the desert or something.”

“Doesn’t feel like the desert to me!”

“Yeah, well, you get what I mean. Any other stupid idea?”

“Fuck you, Marcus! If you’re so clever, what else do you have to propose?”

Marcus looked outside.

“I can go out and see if I can find someone to give us a ride to the next city? Maybe if we walk a little, there’s another gas station or something.”

Not only it was snowing but it was pitch-black outside.

They were lost somewhere in the north of New Hampshire.

It was obviously a bad idea to leave the trailer.

“Okay. Let’s go!” Robbie agreed.

A minute later, they were outside, under less than 30 Fahrenheit. They were both wearing the same thing: a pair of trendy tight jeans, a sweatshirt and a jacket.

Not ideal for the heavy snow.

They were slightly trembling but advancing… Towards what? Who freaking knew?

Were they looking for service for their phones, some miraculous helpers hanging in the snow, or a heater coming out of nowhere?

As usual, the guys had simply been reckless.

“Shit. My sneakers are getting wet.” Marcus said after about five minutes.

“We should have worn boots.”

“You don’t fucking say, genius!”

Definitely, they were not the sharpest tools in the box.    

“That’s not helping, Marcus!”

“Where are we even trying to go?”

“I don’t know, man! It was your idea!”

“I was hoping we’d see something, someone… HELLOOOOO?! HELLOOOOO?! ANYONE’S HERE?!”

Marcus started screaming like a maniac. He was swallowing snow as he howled in the void.

Nobody answered.

Robbie felt his own socks getting drenched.

“Fucking hell, Marcus, let’s just go back to the trailer.”

That was when they really felt stupid.

Where was the damn trailer again?

It was so dark and they had been walking for some time.

“Can you see it?”

“Shit. I’m not sure. I think it’s that big thing right there.” Robbie pointed to something in the darkness.

“Nah, mate, that’s my big fat cock you’re seeing!” Marcus exclaimed.

He could not help himself, even in such a dire situation.

And of course, Robbie laughed at the immature joke.

Well, he laughed until he slipped and fell face-down in the snow.

“You fucking idiot!” Marcus made fun of him, hysterical.

He was not sure that he should laugh that hard though… He got seriously worried as Robbie did not make a sound.

Until his best friend jumped out of nowhere and tackled him down in the snow as well.

That was their thing. If one of them was getting in trouble, the other one had to follow suit.

Besides, Marcus had been an ass, he deserved to have a taste of his own medicine.

That being said, this was obviously very dumb because now, the two college boys were completely covered in snow… And not only it was freezing cold, but they were wet from head to toes.

Their adventures were all fun and games until they became actually dangerous.

“I think I can see our footsteps in the snow there; we’ll just follow them.”

Finally, a good idea from Marcus. He was using the flashing light on his phone.

“Okay, cool. Let’s go, hurry!”

When they found their way back to the trailer about ten minutes later, their clothes were frozen-cold and dripping.

Neither of them was laughing anymore.

“I… I… think we… We’ve made a mistake.” Marcus spoke, heavily trembling.

“No shit, Einstein?!”

“Fuck… I… I… My teeth are…”

Marcus could barely speak; his jaw was shaking so much. It was rather impressive.

“We need to take off our clothes!”

“It’s… It’s freezing in here…”

Robbie was already throwing his sweatshirt on the trailer’s wooden floor.

“Take off your clothes, idiot! You’ll get hypothermia.” He pressed his best friend.

Marcus nodded yes and while still trembling, he proceeded with undressing himself.

Robbie was already in his white boxer briefs; the damn underwear was wet as well and practically see-through.

“We’re fucking… fucking fools. And why… Why did you push me down in the snow, idiot?”

“You made us go outside, stupid fuck!”

“Whatever… I… Look, look at me!”

Marcus' condition was indeed becoming worrisome.

So much so that it was maybe time to stop the banters and do something serious.

“Take your clothes off! Dude, hurry up!” Robbie insisted.

“H…. Help… Help me get these… These jeans off me. It’s like the zipper… is… st… stuck. My hands are shaking… Shaking too much.”

Given the amount of time that they were spending together, the numerous showers they had shared at the gym, and the fact that they were sleeping in the same room on campus, Robbie and Marcus had gotten pretty comfortable with each other.

They had seen each other naked countless of times but, to be clear, it had never gotten physical or intimate in any way.

At most, they had watched a porn together in their dorm room but they had stroked their own dicks separately and below their respective blankets.

Robbie did not hesitate though.

He walked up to Marcus to help him unzip his tight jeans.

He managed but there was a surprise waiting for him…

“Bro, what the fuck? You’re not wearing any underwear?”

Without wanting it, Robbie had brushed his fingers against his best friend’s cock while playing with the zipper to unlock it.

“I’ve told you already… Only… Only puss… pussies need underwear.”

“You’re sick, man.”

“You… You think it’s…. It’s… It’s the time to… to arg…”

“No, you’re right.”

Robbie got on his knees and he pulled down the jeans, finally releasing Marcus and his (massive) cock from the fabric.

The poor genitals were wet too as they popped out like a jack in a box. Snow had melted down to these meaty junks!

Robbie took a step back and Marcus finished taking his clothes off himself, until he was stark naked.

“Fucking hell! I already feel better!”

One thing Marcus did not mind was flaunting his large cock around. He was not really kidding when he mentioned something big outside earlier.

Incredibly enough, even in this freezing temperature, the blond stud displayed a girthy limp dick! It was close to turning blue but it was still damn heavy.

That must have been some kind of miracle.

Marcus was blessed and he knew it.

It was something which was pissing Robbie off a lot by the way.

Not that he was not hung himself, but he was more a grower than a shower, and his cock was reacting normally to freezing temperature.

It shrunk!

“It’s still freaking cold…” Robbie said.

“First, you should take off your underwear too. I can see it dripping from here, you’re gonna give your little wiener a bad cold, or worst.”

Robbie flipped his middle finger at his friend.

“It’s not a little wiener.”

“Well, it will be if you let the snow freeze your balls! Or maybe it will be no wiener at all. Imagine if they have to cut it off!”

“Fuuuuuck.”

Robbie sighed but he knew that Marcus was right.

The rest of his body was cold as fuck, naked and slightly trembling, but his genitals, that was much worse, he could feel the humidity on them, frankly, it just hurt.

“Are you okay, Rob?” Marcus asked more seriously.

“I am…”

Marcus turned around to look for covers inside cupboards which were above their heads.

His bare ass was hairy but since he was blond, you could only see it in times like this, when you were up close and personal.

Since he was no longer looking at him, Robbie felt a bit more comfortable going full monty.

Marcus was not such an idiot. He knew what he was doing.

He made fun of Robbie but the last thing he wanted in the world was for his best buddy to feel bad, and even worse, to be actually in pain.

These balls needed to be freed!

And it happened like that, how they found themselves both naked in a cold trailer.

When Marcus looked back around, still searching for anything to provide heat or comfort, he did not mention the indeed shrunk cock in front of him.

Normally, he was slightly bigger than Robbie and quite thicker.

Now, it was like one had a micro penis and the other had an anaconda between his legs. The size difference was staggering.

“Do you want to look at the heater again? Maybe there’s something we haven’t thought of?” Robbie suggested, furiously rubbing his own arms in an attempt to get warmer.

“Yes, sure. Let me see.”

They were both more grave than usual.

It was getting seriously cold and their clothes were useless, only creating more humidity in the tiny space they were sharing.

Marcus checked every damn switch, valve, and angle of the heater, but of course there was nothing he could do since it seemed to be directly related to the main engine's performance.

He pretended for a while and then he just got frustrated.

“Fucking hell, dude. There’s nothing more I can do!”

“We’re screwed then!”

“Pretty much…”

“We could die, Marcus. We actually might die!”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, Rob. We’re not going to die. We’ll find a way to keep us warm.”

“How?”

The trailer did not offer much at first glance.

Franck MacMillan was not using it during the winter. It was just there, in his back yard.

It meant that there was no food but very little furniture as well, just what was always there. A couch that you could turn into a bed, some kitchen appliances, cupboards anywhere there was space, there was a toilet behind a door but the shower was to be taken outside.

That was about it.

"Maybe we can make the couch recline and then we can both lie in it; it will be better than just standing here. There are pillows too. We can use them."

Robbie agreed.

He did not have any better idea anyway.

With the couch folded down, the trailer seemed even smaller and it was even harder to move around, but there was a very good news.

A blanket!

It appeared as they turned the couch into a bed.

They looked at each other.

“We share?”

“Of course, we do!”

They tried to fix one of the windows which was not sealed properly and then, since they were out of options, they slid inside the bed.

It was around 1 a.m. when they lied the single blanket over their nude and cold bodies. It was large but barely enough for their two athletic frames.

Both guys were scared at this point.

Could they really have serious health issues from this? It was damn freezing!

Marcus felt guilty, especially as he felt Robbie shaking heavily next to him.

“Rob?”

“I… I… I cannot… I cannot stop.”

“I’ve been there earlier, it got better.”

“But I… I don’t have… Have any… Any wet clothes on… on… on me… I… Shit… I cannot stop… Sh… Shaking… Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, dude! Just take the entire blanket!”

“I… I… I’m cold.”

“I know, but it’s gonna be okay.”

Robbie nodded yes.

He seemed very distressed.

“Wait, come here.” Marcus extended his arms to hold him.

“Wh… What?”

Marcus held him tighter.

“Come here, Rob. It’s like what we see in the movies. The only thing that we can use to warm up is each other.”

“Du… Dude…”

“Bro! Just come closer!”

Marcus was stronger than Robbie. He grabbed his waist and brought him against him.

They were both so cold, but less so together.

“That… That’s weird…” Robbie mumbled, still shaking.

“Come on, that’s not gay! That’s just survival.”

He was rubbing his friend’s back and he glued his face against his.

“I… I…”

“What now?”

“I think I feel… I feel better… I think it helps…”

“Okay, great! Come on then. Tighter. Yes, tighter. You should climb on me.”

“What?”

“Climb on me, Rob, and then, we’ll put the cover on top of you so we’re both feeling better.”

Robbie hesitated but it was like he had finally found his heater.

“Okay… Okay.”

He wrapped his hands around his friend’s neck and followed his instructions.

He was feeling all fuzzy now.

Not sure that this still had anything to do with the freezing temperature though…

[Second part will be released on Thursday 6th]