Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2017 21:30:05 +0100
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you,
please do not read any further

Author's note: This is a second installment of my new story. Thanks to all
of you, who took time to send feedback regarding the previous chapter. Your
support means a lot! I hope you are going to enjoy this chapter just as
much.

The series is going to have eight more episodes, each posted between
saturday and monday and I hope that you will stay with Chris and Nick until
its's time to go home.

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Day Two


As the day before, I woke up before Nick. I looked over him, as he laid on
his stomach with his head rested in his arms and face turned away from me
and the idea has crept into my mind. As you remember, the boy told me that
he is a rather heavy sleeper. The thing is, that as a boylover, I often
secretly snap photos of the cute boys I see on the street. You can guess
already what my idea was, I think. I took my phone from the nightstand and
deftly kneeled over him. Nick murmured something, but didn't even
move. Holding my breath, I hooked one finger in the waistband of his boxers
and felt the warmth of his crack. I gently slid my hand down, revealing two
small globes, that seemed even paler than the rest of his body. Feeling hot
flushes on my face, I turned on the camera, and making sure that it was on
silent mode, took few photos. I entertained the idea of taking out my rock
hard dick, nestling it between his buttcheeks and taking another set of
photos, but wasn't brave enough to go through with it. I turned off the
camera and returned to my side of the bed.

My ministrations must have gotten through to Nick, as he murmured again and
turned on his back, with boxers still tugged down. There was some hair on
his pelvis, but the skin beneath them was still clearly visible. His dick
was still tucked inside his boxers, but now it was clearly outlined by the
material and I could see it was of an average length. I dared to roll up
his t-shirt and uncover his chest with tiny pink nipples and his hairless
armpits. Apart from taking a couple of shots from above, I was delighted to
bend over, my nose just two inches from his dick and balls to take a
panoramic shot of his body from below. Once again, beside taking a whiff of
the erotic scent of his crotch, I didn't go any further, fearing that he
might wake up.

I put away my phone and replaced his clothes. Then I quietly left the room,
heading to the bathroom. After relieving my poor cock under the shower, I
came down to the kitchen where, to my surprise, I found Nick. As our eyes
met, I automatically remembered what I was doing to him earlier today and
my face turned red. I gave Nick a sheepish smile, and sat by the table as
he already stood by the stove and was cooking.

"Looks like you've used the hot water when you showered, huh?" - he asked
in a strangely neutral tone.

"Yea, it was almost boiling." - I tried making a joke, but my voice sounded
so peculiar, that I felt an urge to clear my throat.

"Then I hope you didn't waste it all on yourself. I like to wash my body in
warm water too, you know?"

An image of Nick showering with me, completely naked, day before yesterday
flashed across my mind. Before replying, I swallowed hard.

"Of course. I think there's plenty left though."

"Good. - he looked over his shoulder and gave me a cute grin on hi way over
to the table - Bonne appetite."

He set a plate of toasts before me. Then he prepared coffee and joined me
for breakfast.





Like the day before, we've spent the morning and a good part of the
afternoon at the slope. It was even more fun, since besides "perfecting" my
snowboard skills (which didn't really improve), we used toboggan. Actually
we rode up the slope three times to slide back down at unbelievable speed.

At first, Nick was sitting in front of me, to show me how to control it
properly. To be honest it was a bit cramped into there, but I didn't
complain! I had a perfectly innocent excuse to hug the boy to myself and
squeeze his butt with my thighs. True, we were separated by layers of thick
clothes, but it was still pretty hot! Anyway, as soon as we took off, a
strong current of air hit our faces. We bent down to assume more
aerodynamic pose and Nick started using the string that was attached to the
toboggan to steer away from other people. Sitting behind him had other
benefits beside being able to grope him. As I sat (relatively) calm, Nick
was moving his whole body and kept constantly screaming (I wasn't sure if
he was actually screaming, yelling to other people to get out of the way or
laughing). When we were finally able to stop, he plunged himself into my
arms.

"It was AMAZING! Let's do it again, Chris!"

"Sure, Nicky." - I chuckled, tousling his hair.

Once we were at the top again, it was time for me to assume the lead. I
felt a bit overexcited, as Nick pressed himself to me and ordered me to
'Charge'. The thing that surprised me the most, was how easy it was to
change direction. With the speed we were riding at, all it took was a light
pull on the string to take a turn. It didn't change the fact, that we were
both screaming at the top of our lungs as we gained momentum. There was one
particular moment when we rode over snowbar and for a split second we
soared in air. This was too much for us, we had our mouths wide open with
no sound coming out of them. I think that after yet another slide, our
excitement caused us to form even stronger bond than we had over any
conversation that we had during two previous days.





As it turned out, Nick didn't have enough outdoor fun for today. After
lunch, and kindling fire in a fireplace, we went outside. It was getting
dark already, but since there were lamps installed on the outside of the
house, it wasn't a problem. When we left the porch, he kneeled down and
started forming a little snowball between his legs.

"Nick, what on Earth are you doing?" - I asked with my arms crossed.

"What does it look like? I'm building a snowman. Why don't you help me?"

"Because I'm not five years old. And so aren't you."

"Oh come on, don't be so stiff. And I'm always building a snowman when I'm
here. It's a tradition!"

"Okay - I sighed, and kneeled beside him - but I'm making a smaller ball,
ok?"

"Sure, whatever."

The snow was heavy and damp, so there was no problem with forming a
snowball. As we were both occupied with our respective balls, I decided to
tackle the conversation.

"So how long have you been coming here for winter holidays?"

"This year it's eighth time I'm here."

"And each year you were coming with your mom?"

"Yeah, I mean until the divorce, dad was coming here too."

"Are you still in touch with him?"

"No, not really. If we were cool with each other, there would be no need to
bother you, right?"

"He might have been busy too, but if you say otherwise..."

"When they were together, mom focused more on me than her job and money. I
think she wants to make it up to me, that they split, with buying me stuff
and giving money."

"Doesn't your father pay alimonies?" - I asked before I realised how rude
that question was.

"Well, he does, but this money is for after I graduate highschool. For now
she's sustaining me on her own."

"That's very brave and reasonable." - I commented in amazement for Nick's
mother's responsibility.

"Yeah, that's fucking marvelous." - he scoffed and stood up. Since his
snowball was big enough, he started rolling it around.

To be honest, despite my education and my fondness towards Nick, at that
moment I thought that he was a bit overdramatic. His mother clearly loved
him and tried to make his life as happy as it could get and still he was
seeing only the downsides. It was really beginning to bother me, as I
wanted Nick to become happier, not only during this trip, but in his
life. But since my parents were happily married for twenty five years, it
was actually hard to put myself in his shoes and find possible ways of
making him feel better. As I got up, I've decided to leave it be and let
the boy deal with it himself for now. Following in his footsteps, I started
rolling my snowball in front of me.

"Hurry up, you sucker, mine's almost ready!"- I heard Nick's voice coming
from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that his snowball was indeed two thirds
larger than mine.

"Mine's supposed to be smaller, remember?" - I yelled back at him.

"Yeah, but you still have the smallest one to make!" - he laughed as he
walked past me.

"Says who?"

"Says me - he grinned, as if he had forgotten what we were discussing just
a moment ago - you either do one big snowball or two smaller ones."

"You like to boss people around, don't you?" - I asked as I caught up to
him.

"I'm just the guy with a plan, that's all."

"I sure can see that. I'm more of an adventurous type."

"Did you just assume that I'm too organised to have fun?"

"I didn't `assume' - I chuckled - it's a fact."

"You know what another fact is? You're full of shit."

We both burst into laughter.

"What can I say, you're spot on! So, how do you have fun when it's not
winter?"

"Well, spring is the best for playing soccer, and skateboard."

"So you also skateboard?"

"Sure I do, you gotta train all these trick for the whole year, otherwise
your body forgets how to perform them."

"I see."

"Yep. Then in the summer I like going to the seaside and swim. Did I
mention that swimming is my next favorite thing after snowboarding?"

"You didn't. You told me about biking though."

"Yeah, but I like to swim a lot more. You're a good swimmer by the way,
Chris. I've seen how you move."

"I was a competitive swimmer back in highschool. Even won local
championship once."

"Really? And why did you stop doing it?"

"Well, once you turn eighteen, your focus changes and if you aren't really
good at something you just kind of lose interest. I felt it's not for me
anymore." - answered honestly.

"Yeah sure, what was their name?" - asked Nick, giving me a shit-eating
grin. I was puzzled by his choice of words. Was there particular reason for
him to use neutral form?

"Hell if I know. I didn't bother to ask."

Nick's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His face turned red and I
guessed it wasn't because of the cold.

"Jesus Chris, you slut." - he sighed and then laughed huskily.

"But that really wasn't my reason. I just didn't see myself as a pro. I was
much more into psychology."

"Sounds legit."

"So, there's one more season left. What do you do during the fall?"

He looked startled for a second, then he remembered previous topic.

"Oh, yeah. Well, when it's too cold I like to sit at home and chill. You
know, read books, watch tv shows and play console."

"So you hardly go out?"

"I guess... although I like to go to museums and sometimes go see movies at
the cinema. Because sometimes the size matters."

"More often than you'd expect. - I agreed and we both smiled at each other
- So your year is pretty much planned out? Where's adventure and surprise
in that?"

"You can't predict everything, can you? - he stated - Like I planned to
come here, but apart from arriving here as planned, everything else is
different and new."

As we spoke we made two rounds around the hut and our balls grew
noticeably. We rolled them to the front and set mine on top of Nick's. I
excused him for a minute to put some timber in the fireplace.

"Only one snowball remains. - I commented as I returned and squatted down
to form it in my hands - So, beside me replacing your mom, what's the
biggest difference?"

"Well, I like the fact that you're doing all the things with me. For the
most part my mom just stood aside and watched."

"I couldn't imagine her doing tricks on the slope." - I laughed.

"Nah, she's more of a ski person. But she just slides down the slope, says
she's too old to act like a dummy."

"That's too bad. She's missing out a lot."

"Yeah, but I do enjoy playing board games and watching movies with her and
she only has time to do that when we're on our trips."

"And there's a plenty of time for just you two to talk I guess?"

"Yes. I like that too. You see, I have many friends at school, but talking
with mom is different, I don't have to act cool in front of her."

"You seem to have a very special bond." - I commented as I stood up and
started rolling the snowball around to make it bigger.

"I suppose we do. Do you talk with your parents a lot?"

I hesitated for a bit before answering.

"I love them just as you love your mom, but well, let's say they think I'm
a lot nicer guy than I really am." - I answered and flashed my teeth at
him.

"So you're a rebel?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Yeah, I don't think I had as much sweets, and fried meat in my whole
life. And if my mom saw me doing some of the tricks that I did yesterday
and today, I'd probably be grounded for the rest of the trip. And she would
never ever let me watch that movie we saw last night!"

"Really? Then how is it that you know shows like Jessica Jones and The
Fall?"

"Obviously I have a PC in my room. And I know how torrents work." - he
explained, shrugging his shoulders.

"Obviously."

"Anyway, I think the snowball is big enough. Put it on the top. I'll be
right back." - he announced and ran back to the house.

After a moment he came back. We put the carrot and coal pebbles in the
snowman's face, to make it look like it had eyes, nose and a smile. Then he
walked up to some bush and broke off two branches and put them on the sides
of snowman's torso. Now the statue was completed with the set of hands.

"Should we put in the other pebbles? He looks naked now. Won't he be cold
like this?" - I asked.

"Nah, he's made of snow anyway so he'll do just fine." - replied Nick and
after a second we burst into laughter.





Since we've spent most of the day actively, after I've tended to the
fireplace, we decided to skip the workout and head to the sauna. To my
amazement, once we were there, Nick casually threw away the towel he had
wrapped around his hips on the floor and laid face down on the bench. After
a moment of hesitation, I got naked too and sat down with my legs curled
up, so that my growing dick wasn't that visible. A million thoughts were
crossing my mind as I looked over Nick's back, small butt and curvy
legs. Was this some kind of a sign? Maybe invitation? Or maybe he wanted to
try using sauna naked? It was so hard to concentrate on anything but him,
that I almost forgot to pour the water on the hot stones.

When he heard water sizzling on the stones, Nick turned his face towards me
and propped it on his forearms.

"I wonder if I'll be as hairy as you when I grow up."

"I'm not that hairy. - I growled. There were wisps of hair on my chest and
I had pretty hairy legs and arms but that was it - Some guys have a real
bush from their necks to their dicks."

"Really? Can't imagine that." - said Nick with disgusted expression.

"Some of them even get hair on their backs!"

"No! Are you shitting me?"

"No I'm not. It all depends on the genes. You don't really look like your
mother so I suppose you took after your father's side of the family."

"I guess so. But he isn't really hairy, so I don't think I'll have to deal
with hair on my back."

"Either way there's nothing to worry about for next few years at
least. You're very good looking."

"Thanks! - he exclaimed, visibly brightening up - I hear that sometimes,
but it's always nice to get second opinion."

"Oh, so did you already go out with someone? You only mentioned having
friends."

"Yes - he said, scratching his left buttcheek and giving me partial view of
his chest and belly - I didn't really go out with anyone. I don't think I'm
ready for this yet. How about you?"

"Nope - I replied, pouring another portion of water on the stones - I don't
really believe in long term relationships."

"Tell me about it." - scoffed Nick.

We laid in silence as I sweated and pondered about what he just
said. Obviously, the reason for his reluctance was the experience of his
parents divorce. If he was gay on top of that, it made the matter even
worse. I was greatly attracted to Nick, but as time went by, it was
becoming something more. Although I was still interested in his body, his
personality or soul, if you will, was something much more intriguing. I
wanted to really get to know him and win his trust before moving on to
sex. Even if that would take months or years. I had a feeling that he was
special and when it came to him, I had to tread lightly.

"Ok Nick, I guess it's time to cool off. Let's hit the showers."

"Let's go to the pool instead! It's closer and we can skinny dip!"

As he said it, he jumped off the bench and run out of the steamy room,
leaving me with no choice but to follow him. As I walked towards the pool,
I heard a loud splash, that made me speed up. It appeared that my
wide-ranging plan was about to be thwarted in a most delightful way.

As soon as I got into the water, Nick wrapped his arms around me and gently
bit into my collarbone.

"What the fuck, Nicholas?" - I chuckled nervously as I felt his soft
boyhood pressing in between my buttcheeks.

"Would you please, toss me around like you did the other day?" - he asked,
completely ignoring my question.

I complied of course, even though I had hard time separating from his firm,
soft body. Still I let him climb on my shoulders and it felt even more
amazing to feel his skin directly on mine. It got even better since after
every toss, he would swim around me and then float directly into my chest
with maniacal laugh, then I would grab his hands, spin him around and press
him to my chest. This gave me a lot of opportunities to lay my eyes, as
well as my hands on him. Somehow, he seemed to forget about his nudity and
act naturally. It was especially enjoyable, when we played water tag. There
really wasn't spot on our body that was left untouched, and I mean it!
There were even few times when his or mine hand brushed against the other's
dick. We usually just laughed it off, but I realised that gradually Nick
became a bit tentative as maybe half an hour later he told me he was tired
and wanted to chill out on the couch.

After we showered, we both dressed just in boxers and tshirts. As there
were only embers left in the fireplace, I asked Nick to get some snacks,
while I reignited it. We spent about an hour and half spooned on the couch,
while watching some crap show on tv. While watching, I absentmindedly
stroked his side. By the way he breathed, I could sense that he fell
asleep, also because he started letting out rather audible snores.
Chuckling to myself, I wrapped him in the blanked and carried him in my
arms to our bed. Choosing that phrase both made me blush and smile. When I
laid down next to him, my hand crept under the blanket and across his
smooth, toned chest and I drifted off.