IT WAS A COLD MORNING
Posted: September 1st, 2026, 11:55 am
It was a cold morning, low overcast, blowing strongly, with snow in the gusts. The car was covered with frozen snow I could see and would take some clearing. I knew I'd need to dress warmly and this would be a perfect opportunity to wear my N3b parka – and probably with the coyote ruffed hood up too. On went my quilted and lined trousers over my already growing cock, shirt, scarlet hooded sweatshirt, and finally my parka, pulling the waist drawcords tight. I pulled up the sweatshirt hood, and then the N3b hood, pulling the zip all the way up so that the hood formed its customary furry snorkel far enough forward to stop my glasses from misting up. I pulled the drawstring round the hood and felt the hood snug round my face and pulled the volume adjuster on the top of the hood just to stop it tightening over my eyes. I looked in the mirror and could hardly see my face, I felt so good.
Just then the doorbell rang. Hurriedly I unfastened my hoods and looking through the window I could see someone in a down parka just pushing their own hood back. It was William, my neighbour's student son. About nineteen he'd always been slight for his age, and I fancied him rotten. I'd noticed him since Christmas wearing the thickly filled down parka by Spiewak with a deep snorkel-like hood. Mary, his mother told me she had bought it for him as a Christmas present. It was dark blue, with a gold coloured lining and I longed to try it on – but I realised it would be a pretty forlorn hope.
I opened the door "Hi Wills – what's new?"
"Bloody cold and my car won't start in that order" he said "Just wondered if you were going into town at all and if so could I cadge a lift?"
"As you can see from the arctic clobber I was just going out. Just need to clear the car windows and we'll be off. Come inside while I do that"
"Thanks" said William coming into the hall as I closed the door. He really looked very cold, poor lad. "Let me take your coat – go into the kitchen and get warm by the stove and I'll pop back when the car's ready"
"Thanks" said William again "but I'll come out with you and help you scrape the car windows"
"No need – you look frozen even with that thick parka on – which by the way looks really nice – I am seriously jealous!"
"I've been outside for nearly an hour trying to get my car to start" he said " and without this parka I think I'd have frozen solid! It is good – Mum got it for me for Christmas.
He paused and from the way he was looking at me I knew he was going to say something else. "But I still prefer yours"
I couldn't believe this. Suddenly we were having a conversation about parkas.
"Why do you prefer mine?" I asked
"Mostly because of the hood. I love that fur rim. I had a mate at school who had one and he used to let me wear it sometimes" He stopped and looked away blushing hotly.
"Well you can try this one on if you like" I said in my most hearty and unassuming manner "I'll tell you what, lets swap – I'll wear yours and you can wear mine. How's that?" I said.
"Just while we do the car", said William
"OK" My biggest problem was that I had a huge erection I was anxious for him not to see. I tried to think of something to deflate me – tax demand, that sort of thing, but it was no good, that boy was just too lovely. But he helped me again – you must remember I'd known the boy since he was about four, and I supposed at this moment that he was thinking of me almost as family.
"I wish I knew why I find hoods such a turn on – especially on parkas. My mate at school with the parka I was telling you about – we used to do all sorts of things you wouldn't believe wearing our hoods" he said unzipping his parka and slipping it off.
"Well of course you're more difficult to recognise with your hood pulled up" I said lamely, my mind whirring in overdrive trying to find reasons for what he was saying other than the one that was filling my mind. He stood there in his white sweatshirt and thick trousers with a very proud bulge. I took mine off attempting to hold it in front of me to hide my own bulge.
"Tell you what" I said "lets help each other into the others coat, we each know the best way for zips and things – and how the hood works best….sorry….that's assuming you want your hood up? Only it is pretty cold….though I suppose you could make do with your sweatshirt hood….?"
"Yeah fine" said Wills "I'll just put mine down here and you can put yours on me" He put the thick down filled parka on the chair next to him, and I playfully spun him round and slipped my parka on him, guiding his arms into the sleeves. I untrapped the white sweatshirt hood from where it was caught between the parka and his back and pulled it gently over his ears onto his head. I turned him again and knelt down to engage the parka's zipper. I rubbed the bulge as I sought the tab and got a sharp intake of breath for my trouble, and pulled the zip as far as I could still allowing the hood to be pulled up. I stood up and reached past the blushing smooth cheeks to the white sweatshirt hood, and pulled the drawcords fastening them just like my mother used to do for me with my scarlet lined quilted Marks and Spencer anorak. He still said nothing. Our bulging cocks were touching now through my trousers and the bottom of the parka. I gently reach with both arms and pulled the deep coyote trimmed hood up, then pulling the zipper all the way I asked:
"Is that nice?"
He still didn't say anything. I was desperate to kiss him, but despite this erotic ballet, I felt I wanted him to make the first truly overt suggestion, in case he ran from the situation and could blame me.
"Would you like me to tighten the hood cords?" I asked.
I saw his head nod inside the barely moving thick parka hood. I pulled them tight and slid up the cordlocks.
He still said nothing, but took his parka off the chair, spun me round and mimicked everything I'd done putting me into my parka. The shiny quilted nylon lining slipped on over my scarlet sweatshirt with ease. He pulled the sweatshirt hood up as I had done, cinching the hood round my face with the cords and fastening them, then knelt as I had done to engage the zipper of the parka. He started to pull up the zipper, then I felt his hands underneath the parka exploring the top of my trousers; he pulled down the fly zip and briefly touched my erect penis as he went back to zipping up the parka. He pulled up the thickly padded hood and bent forward to kiss me pushing his head through the furry snorkel tunnel to the shiny tunnel of my hood, seeking my mouth. I felt the fur tickle my face and heard the swish of him against the nylon of my hood and then our mouths met. He tasted so good. I broke off and knelt to find his trouser belt, undid it, struggled briefly with his fly and released his erect and weeping cock. I licked the side of the shaft and as I did felt his hand stroke mine as he came down onto the floor, moaning and muttering his pleasure.
“Do you like this?” I whispered
“Oh yesyesyesoh please I’m bursting” he almost cried out and it happened then as I tried to get to suck him properly he came with such violence with the cum splatting on the blue shiny nylon hood of his parka loud against my ear. His pent up emotions and cries were animal like in their intensity, and, when, eventually he was spent, he lay back on the floor. As I was nearly bursting myself with excitement now, I lifted his head and cradled him in my arms. Gently I whispered “And what about me?”
“I’ve never done what you did” he said “I’m not sure I’d like the taste”.
“Please try. I just want to feel your tongue on me and the fur of that hood on me; just try”
And he did. And so it was that I held this beautiful hooded boy to me while he licked me and then gently encompassed me with his hooded mouth and stroked me and would you believe took me and all I could give: I fucked this boy’s mouth ramming against the furry snorkel with each upward arch.
We fell apart from each other and I kissed this semen filled mouth my thanks. He traced the edge of my face with his finger where it sweatily met the tightly drawn hood. He got up and went into the downstairs cloakroom and I heard taps and water. When he came out he was carrying my parka. I got up off the floor. He put my parka down and touched the hood of his parka that I was wearing near my ear.
“I’m going to have to clean that off, Mum won’t like spunk on her boy’s pretty parka hood” he said only half seriously.
“She’ll not see it – certainly won’t guess what it is – but she won’t see it unless you put your hood up when you’re with her” I said
“With this cold weather she does put my hood up if I don’t. You know I take the dog out in the evening if I’m home? Well, if I don’t put my gloves on and pull my hood up she pulls it up for me. She treats me not as a nineteen year old, but as a nine year old. As you’ll guess I daren’t risk her putting my hood up for me as I get a massive erection which would take some explaining away!”
He came back from exploring the kitchen with a j-cloth wet with water and sponged down my hood – with me still inside it. I was erect again and wanted him with all my being. I grabbed his hand and guided him to my penis.
“Already!” he exclaimed.
“Put the parka back on and I’ll put your hood up then you’ll be too”.
He slid back into my N3b and started to zip himself up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll zip you up. Let me pull your sweatshirt hood up first. Then I’ll tie my boy into that so that he’s snug and tuck that bit of hair away underneath…..there. Let’s just make sure you’re comfy in that, now lets have the other hood. Can you hear it rustling over your head?” He nodded. “Do you want to kiss me before I tighten your hood?” He nodded and I felt his tongue forcing my lips apart and I felt his cock swordplaying with mine as we kissed and kissed. He finally broke away.
“Do me up. Tight. Really Tight. Please.”
“OK. Here” And I pulled the hood cords as far as they’d go as his pretty face disappeared into a kind of furry heaven. I reached back and pulled the volume adjuster tight too. He gave a little sigh.
“Just wait there a sec” I whispered. “I want you to put a condom on me so that we don’t mess up Mummy’s Christmas present again, and then I’ll put one on you. That can be fun too.
“OK” he muttered and then added “Why have you never done this to me before?”
“You never asked!” I replied coming back from the bedroom with two condoms. I opened one and started to roll it onto his penis. “Do you want to fuck me?” He asked. “I want that more than anything in the world” I answered.
And I did.
On my bed. In my bedroom with the window open and the bitterly cold air blasting in.
Biting the back of his hood as he lay almost smothered into the bed, the shiny nylon parkas swishing together with each thrust of my cock into his tight little arse.
I finished, and rolled away taking the soiled condom off me . He stayed face down on the bed. Silent.
“You OK?” There was a muffled response. I rolled him over. He was still erect inside his condom. I could see his smooth cheeks blushing scarlet under his blue eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked.
He shook his head. He pulled at the fur round his hood so he could speak to me and whispered “I’d like you to stroke me and kiss me ‘til I cum. Please.”
I did. He did. We lay back, resting. I pulled the duvet over our legs and noticed his cock had shrunk to almost pre-pubescent size. I removed the condom, and hugged him. There was a huge sob or sigh I wasn’t sure which. I looked through the furry surround to the pretty face beneath and my heart sank. He was crying. Oh Shit. Not home to tell Mummy surely?
“ Hey hey…hey what’s up? I thought you wanted all this?”
“I’ve never done it before – well never like this, just wanking with friends in parkas. Never ever been fucked. I’m sorry.” He blurted out.
I hugged him again. “OK. I’m sorry. But…did you enjoy it?”
“No. Didn’t enjoy sucking you either, I just feel dirty now.”
“Well I enjoy just being with you – we don’t have to do that. Just wank if you like. I like that. Wearing parkas, pulling our hoods up, maybe going for walks together, kissing. After all, no harm in kissing – we can even do that in public, if we’ve got our hoods up nobody will know who we are!”
The hood nodded gently.
“Come on, I’ll close the window, and we’ll have a shower, and get you in to town – or at least get your car started. OK?”
“OK” he murmured.
I crossed to the window and pulled it shut. I turned up the radiator to full.
“Shall I go first, or shall we go together?” I asked.
“ Don’t mind” came the slightly and depressingly sulky reply.
“Well let’s go to the bathroom anyway its too cold in here to change, and then you can have a shower while I check the parkas are clean”
“OK” said Wills. We went into the bathroom. I gave Wills a little hug. “Oh I’m sorry” he said. “OK” I replied.
“Let me take your clothes off you” he said “and then if you take mine off we can have a shower together – after all no harm in that”
He set to, this slightly tearful hooded Adonis, gently loosening the cords on my hood, coaxing the zip down enough to ease the hood back over my still sweatshirt hooded head. He pulled at the bow-tied cords of the sweatshirt and pushed that hood back, catching my left ear slightly as he did so.
“Oops. Sorry..”
“’S OK” I said.
He then set about unbuttoning the storm flap on the parka and pulling down the zip, he let the parka fall to the floor along with the sweatshirt as he rolled my trousers off discreetly and gently negotiating my hard and pulsing cock. The fur on his hood brushed against it as he bent down to untangle my trousers from my feet. It was so delicious that I couldn’t help the little moan. I was floating in a sea of ecstasy as he finished undressing me. Like a puppy waiting for its lead he stood there, while I took his clothes off for him. We stood in my bathroom staring at each other. Him slim, fair, blue eyed blonde haired and just totally beautiful. Me, old enough to be his father if not grandfather, flabby and dark haired (that which wasn’t grey). What could he see in me? No wonder he had been in tears. Would he still share the shower with me?
He did. In the hot shower we indulged in a little cock-swordplay, and we kissed a lot. He apologised for the tears and said it was something he had to come to terms with. Not just his sexuality, but his fetish. As I had never admitted my fetish to anyone I understood. We cleaned our parkas, donned our clothes and headed out to see if we could get his car started. It jump started OK from the Honda, and he got in to his car, pushing his hood back over that short blonde hair, and drove off giving a wave as he did so.
Going back into the house, I wondered how he’d respond to me in the future, or if the morning had been one of those things a young unsure man would just file in the “It just didn’t happen” folder. I knew this much older man would never forget it, that was for sure.
Just then the doorbell rang. Hurriedly I unfastened my hoods and looking through the window I could see someone in a down parka just pushing their own hood back. It was William, my neighbour's student son. About nineteen he'd always been slight for his age, and I fancied him rotten. I'd noticed him since Christmas wearing the thickly filled down parka by Spiewak with a deep snorkel-like hood. Mary, his mother told me she had bought it for him as a Christmas present. It was dark blue, with a gold coloured lining and I longed to try it on – but I realised it would be a pretty forlorn hope.
I opened the door "Hi Wills – what's new?"
"Bloody cold and my car won't start in that order" he said "Just wondered if you were going into town at all and if so could I cadge a lift?"
"As you can see from the arctic clobber I was just going out. Just need to clear the car windows and we'll be off. Come inside while I do that"
"Thanks" said William coming into the hall as I closed the door. He really looked very cold, poor lad. "Let me take your coat – go into the kitchen and get warm by the stove and I'll pop back when the car's ready"
"Thanks" said William again "but I'll come out with you and help you scrape the car windows"
"No need – you look frozen even with that thick parka on – which by the way looks really nice – I am seriously jealous!"
"I've been outside for nearly an hour trying to get my car to start" he said " and without this parka I think I'd have frozen solid! It is good – Mum got it for me for Christmas.
He paused and from the way he was looking at me I knew he was going to say something else. "But I still prefer yours"
I couldn't believe this. Suddenly we were having a conversation about parkas.
"Why do you prefer mine?" I asked
"Mostly because of the hood. I love that fur rim. I had a mate at school who had one and he used to let me wear it sometimes" He stopped and looked away blushing hotly.
"Well you can try this one on if you like" I said in my most hearty and unassuming manner "I'll tell you what, lets swap – I'll wear yours and you can wear mine. How's that?" I said.
"Just while we do the car", said William
"OK" My biggest problem was that I had a huge erection I was anxious for him not to see. I tried to think of something to deflate me – tax demand, that sort of thing, but it was no good, that boy was just too lovely. But he helped me again – you must remember I'd known the boy since he was about four, and I supposed at this moment that he was thinking of me almost as family.
"I wish I knew why I find hoods such a turn on – especially on parkas. My mate at school with the parka I was telling you about – we used to do all sorts of things you wouldn't believe wearing our hoods" he said unzipping his parka and slipping it off.
"Well of course you're more difficult to recognise with your hood pulled up" I said lamely, my mind whirring in overdrive trying to find reasons for what he was saying other than the one that was filling my mind. He stood there in his white sweatshirt and thick trousers with a very proud bulge. I took mine off attempting to hold it in front of me to hide my own bulge.
"Tell you what" I said "lets help each other into the others coat, we each know the best way for zips and things – and how the hood works best….sorry….that's assuming you want your hood up? Only it is pretty cold….though I suppose you could make do with your sweatshirt hood….?"
"Yeah fine" said Wills "I'll just put mine down here and you can put yours on me" He put the thick down filled parka on the chair next to him, and I playfully spun him round and slipped my parka on him, guiding his arms into the sleeves. I untrapped the white sweatshirt hood from where it was caught between the parka and his back and pulled it gently over his ears onto his head. I turned him again and knelt down to engage the parka's zipper. I rubbed the bulge as I sought the tab and got a sharp intake of breath for my trouble, and pulled the zip as far as I could still allowing the hood to be pulled up. I stood up and reached past the blushing smooth cheeks to the white sweatshirt hood, and pulled the drawcords fastening them just like my mother used to do for me with my scarlet lined quilted Marks and Spencer anorak. He still said nothing. Our bulging cocks were touching now through my trousers and the bottom of the parka. I gently reach with both arms and pulled the deep coyote trimmed hood up, then pulling the zipper all the way I asked:
"Is that nice?"
He still didn't say anything. I was desperate to kiss him, but despite this erotic ballet, I felt I wanted him to make the first truly overt suggestion, in case he ran from the situation and could blame me.
"Would you like me to tighten the hood cords?" I asked.
I saw his head nod inside the barely moving thick parka hood. I pulled them tight and slid up the cordlocks.
He still said nothing, but took his parka off the chair, spun me round and mimicked everything I'd done putting me into my parka. The shiny quilted nylon lining slipped on over my scarlet sweatshirt with ease. He pulled the sweatshirt hood up as I had done, cinching the hood round my face with the cords and fastening them, then knelt as I had done to engage the zipper of the parka. He started to pull up the zipper, then I felt his hands underneath the parka exploring the top of my trousers; he pulled down the fly zip and briefly touched my erect penis as he went back to zipping up the parka. He pulled up the thickly padded hood and bent forward to kiss me pushing his head through the furry snorkel tunnel to the shiny tunnel of my hood, seeking my mouth. I felt the fur tickle my face and heard the swish of him against the nylon of my hood and then our mouths met. He tasted so good. I broke off and knelt to find his trouser belt, undid it, struggled briefly with his fly and released his erect and weeping cock. I licked the side of the shaft and as I did felt his hand stroke mine as he came down onto the floor, moaning and muttering his pleasure.
“Do you like this?” I whispered
“Oh yesyesyesoh please I’m bursting” he almost cried out and it happened then as I tried to get to suck him properly he came with such violence with the cum splatting on the blue shiny nylon hood of his parka loud against my ear. His pent up emotions and cries were animal like in their intensity, and, when, eventually he was spent, he lay back on the floor. As I was nearly bursting myself with excitement now, I lifted his head and cradled him in my arms. Gently I whispered “And what about me?”
“I’ve never done what you did” he said “I’m not sure I’d like the taste”.
“Please try. I just want to feel your tongue on me and the fur of that hood on me; just try”
And he did. And so it was that I held this beautiful hooded boy to me while he licked me and then gently encompassed me with his hooded mouth and stroked me and would you believe took me and all I could give: I fucked this boy’s mouth ramming against the furry snorkel with each upward arch.
We fell apart from each other and I kissed this semen filled mouth my thanks. He traced the edge of my face with his finger where it sweatily met the tightly drawn hood. He got up and went into the downstairs cloakroom and I heard taps and water. When he came out he was carrying my parka. I got up off the floor. He put my parka down and touched the hood of his parka that I was wearing near my ear.
“I’m going to have to clean that off, Mum won’t like spunk on her boy’s pretty parka hood” he said only half seriously.
“She’ll not see it – certainly won’t guess what it is – but she won’t see it unless you put your hood up when you’re with her” I said
“With this cold weather she does put my hood up if I don’t. You know I take the dog out in the evening if I’m home? Well, if I don’t put my gloves on and pull my hood up she pulls it up for me. She treats me not as a nineteen year old, but as a nine year old. As you’ll guess I daren’t risk her putting my hood up for me as I get a massive erection which would take some explaining away!”
He came back from exploring the kitchen with a j-cloth wet with water and sponged down my hood – with me still inside it. I was erect again and wanted him with all my being. I grabbed his hand and guided him to my penis.
“Already!” he exclaimed.
“Put the parka back on and I’ll put your hood up then you’ll be too”.
He slid back into my N3b and started to zip himself up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll zip you up. Let me pull your sweatshirt hood up first. Then I’ll tie my boy into that so that he’s snug and tuck that bit of hair away underneath…..there. Let’s just make sure you’re comfy in that, now lets have the other hood. Can you hear it rustling over your head?” He nodded. “Do you want to kiss me before I tighten your hood?” He nodded and I felt his tongue forcing my lips apart and I felt his cock swordplaying with mine as we kissed and kissed. He finally broke away.
“Do me up. Tight. Really Tight. Please.”
“OK. Here” And I pulled the hood cords as far as they’d go as his pretty face disappeared into a kind of furry heaven. I reached back and pulled the volume adjuster tight too. He gave a little sigh.
“Just wait there a sec” I whispered. “I want you to put a condom on me so that we don’t mess up Mummy’s Christmas present again, and then I’ll put one on you. That can be fun too.
“OK” he muttered and then added “Why have you never done this to me before?”
“You never asked!” I replied coming back from the bedroom with two condoms. I opened one and started to roll it onto his penis. “Do you want to fuck me?” He asked. “I want that more than anything in the world” I answered.
And I did.
On my bed. In my bedroom with the window open and the bitterly cold air blasting in.
Biting the back of his hood as he lay almost smothered into the bed, the shiny nylon parkas swishing together with each thrust of my cock into his tight little arse.
I finished, and rolled away taking the soiled condom off me . He stayed face down on the bed. Silent.
“You OK?” There was a muffled response. I rolled him over. He was still erect inside his condom. I could see his smooth cheeks blushing scarlet under his blue eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked.
He shook his head. He pulled at the fur round his hood so he could speak to me and whispered “I’d like you to stroke me and kiss me ‘til I cum. Please.”
I did. He did. We lay back, resting. I pulled the duvet over our legs and noticed his cock had shrunk to almost pre-pubescent size. I removed the condom, and hugged him. There was a huge sob or sigh I wasn’t sure which. I looked through the furry surround to the pretty face beneath and my heart sank. He was crying. Oh Shit. Not home to tell Mummy surely?
“ Hey hey…hey what’s up? I thought you wanted all this?”
“I’ve never done it before – well never like this, just wanking with friends in parkas. Never ever been fucked. I’m sorry.” He blurted out.
I hugged him again. “OK. I’m sorry. But…did you enjoy it?”
“No. Didn’t enjoy sucking you either, I just feel dirty now.”
“Well I enjoy just being with you – we don’t have to do that. Just wank if you like. I like that. Wearing parkas, pulling our hoods up, maybe going for walks together, kissing. After all, no harm in kissing – we can even do that in public, if we’ve got our hoods up nobody will know who we are!”
The hood nodded gently.
“Come on, I’ll close the window, and we’ll have a shower, and get you in to town – or at least get your car started. OK?”
“OK” he murmured.
I crossed to the window and pulled it shut. I turned up the radiator to full.
“Shall I go first, or shall we go together?” I asked.
“ Don’t mind” came the slightly and depressingly sulky reply.
“Well let’s go to the bathroom anyway its too cold in here to change, and then you can have a shower while I check the parkas are clean”
“OK” said Wills. We went into the bathroom. I gave Wills a little hug. “Oh I’m sorry” he said. “OK” I replied.
“Let me take your clothes off you” he said “and then if you take mine off we can have a shower together – after all no harm in that”
He set to, this slightly tearful hooded Adonis, gently loosening the cords on my hood, coaxing the zip down enough to ease the hood back over my still sweatshirt hooded head. He pulled at the bow-tied cords of the sweatshirt and pushed that hood back, catching my left ear slightly as he did so.
“Oops. Sorry..”
“’S OK” I said.
He then set about unbuttoning the storm flap on the parka and pulling down the zip, he let the parka fall to the floor along with the sweatshirt as he rolled my trousers off discreetly and gently negotiating my hard and pulsing cock. The fur on his hood brushed against it as he bent down to untangle my trousers from my feet. It was so delicious that I couldn’t help the little moan. I was floating in a sea of ecstasy as he finished undressing me. Like a puppy waiting for its lead he stood there, while I took his clothes off for him. We stood in my bathroom staring at each other. Him slim, fair, blue eyed blonde haired and just totally beautiful. Me, old enough to be his father if not grandfather, flabby and dark haired (that which wasn’t grey). What could he see in me? No wonder he had been in tears. Would he still share the shower with me?
He did. In the hot shower we indulged in a little cock-swordplay, and we kissed a lot. He apologised for the tears and said it was something he had to come to terms with. Not just his sexuality, but his fetish. As I had never admitted my fetish to anyone I understood. We cleaned our parkas, donned our clothes and headed out to see if we could get his car started. It jump started OK from the Honda, and he got in to his car, pushing his hood back over that short blonde hair, and drove off giving a wave as he did so.
Going back into the house, I wondered how he’d respond to me in the future, or if the morning had been one of those things a young unsure man would just file in the “It just didn’t happen” folder. I knew this much older man would never forget it, that was for sure.
