There was fresh snow upon the ground. Of course, the inside of the house was warm and cozy...but we were not going to be doing our thing inside the house. You see, we had all come to New York with our soccer uniforms and had intended to wear them outside, where we would lie face down at attention and, spreading our arms and legs out from our sides, make handsome snow angels...with faces.
We would lie face down in the snow for anywhere from twenty minutes to one hour, depending upon the W.C.F....or Wind Chill Factor, to the layman. The wind chill factor was the temperature by which a person could tolerate being outdoors just so long before any unclothed part of their body would become severely frostbitten. Of course, though, each and every one of us were wearing long-sleeved thermal undershirts, knee-length thermal undershorts under our soccer uniform and thermal knee socks under our soccer knee socks...so the damage to our bodies would be minimal.
After we had dressed in our soccer uniforms, all of us ventured out the back door into my huge yard. Oh, the utter gratification of feeling the sub-zero wind tasting our bare knees and faces...or, should I say, what little of our faces were bare. You see, each of us wore a woolen ski cap and muffler, displaying very little of our faces...such as our eyes. After all, we had to see where we were going to lie face down in the snow.
Soon, when we had all reached our designated "face down" spots, one by one all of my frat brothers snapped to attention and then pitched forward into the snow, with their knees being the only part of their bodies visible in that ice-cold blanket of white. Of course, someone had to monitor the goings-on...and since the house was mine, I felt it best that I be the one who would walk among them, keeping a watchful eye on each and every knee to make certain that they would be tapped to return to the warmth of the house, each frat brother creating their angel before going inside.
After our fun in the snow was completed, we remained in our soccer uniforms...for now the true fun was to occur. As we had done during the summer in Vegas, each frat brother fell face down on the living room carpet, their mouths over the knees of the one before him. As the clock chimed the hour on the wall, we sucked in the left knee of the brother whose legs lay before us, licking, chewing and, occasionally, biting the tender skin deeply, our teeth gnashing the piece of knee which was within our mouths. As the first quarter-hour rang, we released the piece of knee, sucking on it deeply in order to raise a deep red hickey.
For the next fifteen minutes, until the ringing of the half-hour, we salivated the knee that we had been noshing on, making absolutely certain that not a single bit remained dry. When the half-hour rang, we looked at the knee we had been salivating upon, pleased with ourselves that tiny bubbles of saliva stood out all over the knee. Then, we started our work on the right knee, repeating the beautiful exercise of sucking, licking, chewing and biting for the next fifteen minutes. When the quarter-to chime sounded, we repeated the deep hickey sucking of the knee and heavy salivation. Then, to climax our fun, we each moved our legs to the right, getting our knees out of reach of the mouth oif the brother who had been sucking, licking, chewing, biting and salivating on them.
Then, came the serious part of our day. We stretched out our chins until our throats were straight and our Adam's apples were crammed into the carpet. Before our eyes were the knees of the brother who, for one whole hour previously, we had been desecrating with our tongues and teeth. We remained this way, on our stomachs, with our hands at our sides and our knees off the floor and stiffened, for anywhere between two to four hours...or until our stomachs started to grumble with hunger. Then, if our knees were still wet with saliva, each brother wiped it dry and, remaining in our soccer uniforms, we sat down and ate our meal, returning to our prone state until the next day when we would start the fun all over again in the snow.
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