Nathan approached the picture window as stealthily as he could. The deep snow silenced his footsteps. He was glad of that, but the drifts were almost waist high at the point where he could finally peer into the cabin without being seen.

The snow was no longer falling, but his Subaru rental had nevertheless been trapped in a drift of a height rarely seen on roads this heavily wooded. Nathan put on his boots, prepared to walk the final mile or so. He remembered this stretch of dirt road and how it curved around the end of the lake to where the cabin perched above the short beach.

He knew that the road ran close to the water’s edge here and before he’d trudged more than a couple hundred yards, he found hat he was looking for. The flat expanse of snow looked like an open field, but Nathan knew the frozen lake offered an easy shortcut.

Walking was easy on the ice, blanketed as it was by enough snow to provide traction for his warm boots. He scanned the opposite shore to get his bearings in the waning afternoon light and immediately sighted his destination.

The cabin was there, pretty much where his mental map had predicted, but nothing had predicted that it would be inhabited! The lake-facing window was brightly lit and he could see smoke from not one, but two chimneys.

Curiosity quickened his step as he pondered the situation. Maybe one of the cousins? The place had originally been his grandfather’s and he recalled the family reunions he’d attended there as a kid. Who knew what uses the place had been put to in the last thirty years?

That’s how much time had passed since his parents’ divorce had put an end to contact with his father. So the letter from the executor had come as a total surprise. The cabin was his now. Nothing else, though; but then nothing had been expected. Dad had three kids by his second wife, after all. Maybe it was a nod to primogeniture? Dad had been a first born too.

It wasn’t until he reached the beach that it occurred to Nathan that maybe squatters were living there. He could tell the place had been vastly improved, though. There was a new dock, for one thing. There was a new structure with a chimney where the outhouse used to be. And the bright light he had seen from across the lake sure wasn’t a kerosene lamp.

A cautious reconnoiter was warranted. He scrabbled clumsily up the slope toward the front window, skirting the stairs that led to the door. With his shoulder pressed against the log wall, Nathan peered into the spacious great-room from the edge of the window.

Daylight had almost completely faded, so the bright interior was easy to see. He recognized the hearth with its imposing iron stove. He also saw that the room was larger and better furnished than he remembered. It now had all the hallmarks of a comfortable home in addition to the touches of rusticity that had always predominated.

Lots of evidence of inhabitation, but no inhabitants were in view. He scanned the room for clues, noting the modern kitchen, one that his wife would appreciate, and the new hallway where the side door used to be. It looked like there were two or three new rooms there.

Suddenly, a man emerged from one of those rooms. Nathan, taking a deep breath, watched him as he entered the main room.

The man was naked. He was an old man, but nevertheless he struck Nathan with a kind of magnificence. He moved about confidently, gracefully, unaware of being watched, giving Nathan the opportunity to take in every detail.

His face, weathered and scarred with years, looked calm and thoughtful, his eyes lit with intelligence. He was of medium build and height, trim and athletic, and tanned without tan lines. His chest, though not chiseled, was firm - his pecs didn’t droop or sag - and wore a light coat of soft grey fur. His shoulders were broad and shapely, wielding strong arms with only a little sag to the skin. Nathan was impressed by his flat stomach. He was relatively hairless there, but the hair picked up again around his navel, a darker and narrower trail that pointed down below his waist.

Ignoring a nagging sense of shame, Nathan allowed the trail to lead his eyes downward, out of bounds, down to where the man’s pubic region was surprisingly neatly trimmed! Nathan was moved by the sight of the substantial cock that was so prominently displayed, languidly relaxed against loose, low-hanging testicles. He felt his pulse jump.

When the man turned back toward the hallway, Nathan turned away to reach the front door, but not before getting a glimpse of the round, firm globes flexing beneath the surface of the sagging skin of the old man’s ass.

He knocked loudly, quickly, as if the man might get away. The door opened. The man looked surprised, but unfazed by either the unexpected visitor or his own state of undress.

“Can I help you?” was the greeting, the voice deep and self-possessed.

“Who are you...” the younger man began, before quickly self-correcting to a more polite introduction, “I’m Nath...”

“Nathan Johannsen!” he interrupted, extending his hand in greeting, “Come in, come in!” He stepped back, pulling Nathan inside while shaking his hand warmly. “I was expecting you sooner or later.”

Closing the door, he continued, “I’m Jan Heikkinen.” Noting Nathan’s confusion, he added, “The caretaker.”

Jan paused a moment and smiled kindly. “I’m sorry about your father,” he said, resting his hand on Nathan’s shoulder.

Nathan felt Jan’s sincerity. It was comforting.

“Come to take possession, eh?” Jan grinned. “Mike told me he was going to...”

Nathan had started removing his parka and Jan reached to take it from him.

“I was just going to the sauna. Why don’t you join me?” He led him to a door in the hallway. “This is your room. Get undressed and join me. We’ll talk.” He pointed down the hall. “The sauna’s right out there.”

The bedroom was surprisingly well furnished. His father’s, he presumed. There were personal items; the framed photo on the dresser was undoubtedly of his family, an attractive woman with three kids.

He didn’t spend any time looking around, though. He stripped quickly, excited about trying the sauna. Normally uncomfortable being naked around men, he was looking forward to hanging with Jan. He reasoned that having already seen Jan in the nude assuaged his modesty. But that didn’t account for his erection.

The truth was, he wanted to look at Jan’s body some more. And the prospect of displaying himself to the older man excited him despite his usual shyness. As he shed his last piece of clothing, he shivered. Not from cold; but from defenselessness. He felt a sudden desire to stand naked and vulnerable before the man.

Nathan was about an inch taller than Jan and a few pounds heavier. Longer of limb, a bit softer in the belly. At forty-five, he had held on to much of his youthful build. The most striking difference was how pale he looked compared to the tan and weathered woodsman.

He shuffled quickly across the wooden walkway to the outbuilding, thankful that the cold air had immediately shriveled his cock to limpness. Less embarrassing. Or was it now too small?

He pulled the thick wooden door open and felt the welcoming heat. Jan had just poured water on the hot stones and was emerging from the steamy mist like a mythical pagan god. Nathan’s cock rose again.

Jan didn’t seem to notice. He motioned to the bench beside him as he seated himself and Nathan perched himself there beside him as nonchalantly as he could while trying not be obvious about hiding his boner.

“The place looks great,” Nathan said. “Do you live here full time?”

“Yup, for the last ... almost nine years,” Jan replied. “Started working on it a few years before that, though. Your dad hired me to put in the indoor plumbing when they got electricity. And then there were more and more projects, literally every year. I had my own business in Rhinelander as a plumber and general contractor. Retired now.”

He was looking Nathan over. He liked what he saw.

“You look a lot like your dad,” he stated. “We got along really well. He did a lot of the work himself, you know. Learned real fast.”

Nathan was impressed. “It’s amazing! I haven’t seen it for like thirty years. I told my wife I’d take a look. I was at a conference in Chicago but nothing on Friday’s schedule was worth staying for, so I canceled my flight and drove back instead. It’s only a couple of hours out of the way...”

“You live in the Cities?”

“St. Paul,” Nathan nodded. “Place looks great, though. I might want to keep It after all.” That would be a definite change of plans.

“Not sure how often we could get out here, though,” he added, unconsciously staring at Jan’s cock, draped over his thigh, ridiculously long and thick.

“It’s only three hours,” Jan said.

“It’s not me, it’s my wife. She does a lot of work at church. Every weekend, pretty much year round.”

Nathan sighed, calculating. Both kids would be in college by fall; there was no reason he couldn’t spend every weekend here if he wanted. It could work, but could he afford it?

“What does my dad pay you?” he asked, lifting his gaze to Jan’s face. It glistened with sweat.

“It’s not like that,” Jan smiled dismissively.

“Seems like a full-time job, though,” Nathan wondered.

Jan studied the younger man speculatively. “Mike paid me in other ways,” he said cryptically.

Something in his tone caught Nathan’s ear, something edgy. “What ways were those?” he asked, feeling a little off balance.

“Let me ask you something,” Jan said in lieu of an answer. “You’ve been looking at my dick a lot.” He picked it up off his thigh as if to show off its full dimensions. “Do you like what you see?”