First aid for hypothermia

Keith carried the man across the cabin and laid him carefully down beside the fire. He straightened and breathed deeply. The guy was no lightweight. There was about 200lbs of solid muscle there. Ginny attended to the fire and had it crackling with warmth in no time.

Whilst Keith went to the radio, Virginia examined the **** man. His flesh was as cold as ice. Shit. Hypothermia. Ginny's training leapt to the fore and she went onto auto pilot, starting to remove his clothes, almost without thinking about it.

Seconds later, Keith returned.

"The radio's...." he started. Then: "Hey, you don't waste any time do you?"

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Ginny responded. "He's got hypothermia, Keith. We'd better do something quick to bring up his body temperature. Now get with the program and give me a hand."

Suddenly serious, Keith joined his wife in getting the stranger out of his clothes.

"The radio's out, Ginny," Keith advised, as they worked, "the storm must really have come in strong. He's lucky we got the call as late as we did."

They worked quickly undressing the guy, who they ID'ed as Marcus Green along the way. As they pulled down his underpants, Ginny gave an involuntary gasp and blushed bright red. Marcus Green's cock was a sight to behold. Even now, flaccid and cold it was an impressive size. What it would look like when it got hard, Ginny could only imagine.

"Ahem," coughed her husband, "remember me? Now who needs to 'get with the program'?"

"Oh... er... sorry," said his wife, flustered for a moment, "but I mean... well... 'hello big boy'"

"Yeah, yeah," said Keith, "I wouldn't want to meet it on a dark night either, but..."

Keith realised that he was talking to himself.

"But I'm guessing you might," he finished.

"What? Huh?" his wife answered, "Oh honey, you know there's only one man big enough for me. But a girl can dream can't she?" Ginny fluttered her eyelashes at her husband.

"Not on my watch," he answered gruffly, but with a smile.

With Marcus Green's naked ebony form highlighted by the fire Keith had to admit that the well-muscled man was impressive even in sleep.

"There's nothing more we can do for now. Best to just leave him be by the fire. In the meantime how about you take me into the bedroom and warm me up some as well. We were interrupted before. Let's finish what we started," Virginia said as she lead Keith from the room, confident that the man would sleep for a few more hours.

"I wish we could," Keith replied, "but if he's ****, we really need to get his body temperature up fast. He could freeze right there by the fireplace. I hardly dare suggest this, given the way that you were ogling him earlier, but he needs some body-to-body contact. I'll get the comforter from the bed."

"If you're so concerned," Virginia answered, "maybe you ought to do it."

"No, no," Keith smiled, "that's okay."

Keith went to the bedroom and fetched the featherbed, comforter and pillows. By the time he returned, his beautiful blonde wife had stripped nude. She was knelt by the side of the **** man with a furrow of concern on her brow.

"His pulse and breathing are way slower than they should be," she reported, "His skin is still cold to the touch. Seriously, Keith, I think we both need to do this."

"Ah, shit. I was afraid you were going to say that," Keith answered in resignation. "Okay, I'll get undressed too."

Virginia smiled. Her husband was a real man's man. Any hint that he could be anything less than 100% hetero would just freak him out. Pity, she thought, the idea of a threesome with these two hunky black men brought her a warmth between her thighs.

"Okay, lets do it," Keith's voice shook Ginny from her reverie. He was naked now also and his strong form glowed in the firelight.

"Best if we're on both sides of him," Keith continued. He laid out the featherbed and rolled the **** man carefully onto it, on his side. "Which do you want? Front or back? 'Cos one's just as bad as the other from my point of view."

Ginny smiled and kissed her embarrassed man, pressing her warm body against him.

"I run warmer, so I better be on his front side," she answered.

"Uh-huh. And you're not just saying that so you can be there when that black mamba defrosts are you?" Keith couldn't help replying.

"If you want it to defrost between your thighs, you've only got to say," Ginny smiled archly, refusing to be baited.

"No, no. Front's fine by me," replied her husband hastily, "I'll take back."

Ginny lay down in front of the man and Keith lay down behind, with their warm bellies against his cold body. Keith threw the comforter over them. It was a shock at first, touching his cold bare skin with their nude bodies. Ginny's nipples went stiff with the chill on the man's chest. Keith shivered, feeling his smooth chest against Marcus Green's cold back.

He drew his cock back from the man's cold buttocks however. There were some things he was not prepared to do. Then Keith realised how foolish he was being: The genitals were the warmest part of the body. By being so squeamish he was denying the **** man vital body heat. Reluctantly, he moved closer and his frustrated cock, primed for any sensation, went erect against Marcus Green's cool buttocks. Keith closed his eyes in humiliation.

Ginny smiled at her foolish man. She realised how embarrassed he must feel, although she didn't realise the precise reason. She and Keith clasped hands across the **** body. Keith pulled his wife close, pulling her closer into contact with the handsome stranger. They talked quietly for a bit, feeling the man between them slowly warm up. His breathing became deeper. Ginny and Keith shivered less as he warmed. The rush of the urgent rescue wore off, and they started getting drowsy with warmth and fatigue.

Marcus Green began to mumble incoherently in his sleep. Ginny made soothing sounds and continued to doze herself.

What woke her some considerable time later was the realisation that he now saying some actual words. His voiced was slurred and almost-delirious, but even in his stilted sentences, there was the echo of a rich baritone to his voice.

"Yunno..." he was saying, "I had... a Muslim friend... once... told me... that... when the faithful... awake in... Paradise... Allah... would reward them.... with forty... beautiful houris... to do their... every bidding... Am I dead..?" he asked, and his eyes gazed out from behind half closed lids, "and if I.... I am dead... where are... the other... thirty-eight?"

Ginny chuckled at Marcus' question.

"You're not dead," she assured him, "but you are very cold, and we need to get you warmed up. Now get some rest."

Marcus Green gratefully fell back into a deep slumber and it was nearly an hour before he stirred again and began talking - a little more coherently this time.

"You know," he said through tired eyes, "I had a Jewish friend too... He told me that King David... When he was very old... used to sleep with two virgins... to keep him warm... never thought it would happen to m... SHIT!" he suddenly exclaimed, "Is that a dick up my butt?"

"Er hi," said Keith from behind him, "I'm Keith. Ginny's husband?"

"And what you got your dick up my butt for?"

"You were very cold," Ginny soothed the man, trying not to laugh, "we had to get you warmed up."

"I can think of lots of ways for naked people to get warm and it don't involve no dick up no butt," Marcus responded hotly, suddenly wide awake.

"Care to make a suggestion?" asked Keith, getting slightly irritated now.

"As a matter of fact, I will," replied Marcus, "what about..."