Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 06:42:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach, A Ski Bum's Tail - Part I

All the usual disclaimers apply:

+This story is a work of fiction.  If you think it is real, you have a very
active imagination.

+Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do
so.

+Scenes of sexual activity between a man and a young boy are represented.
Do not read further if this offends you.

+Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot
accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story.


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ZACH, A SKI BUM'S TAIL - Part I of III

(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter; with apologies to Petronius Arbiter, who wrote
it first and told it better)

I was a ski bum that winter, scratching out a living teaching lessons at a
mountain resort.  Most of the work was with beginners, but there was one
advanced class for the local kids, and in it something special turned up -
a beautiful blonde ten-year-old named Zach whose skiing talents were as
extraordinary as his stunning good looks.  I fell for him hard, and it
seemed the youngster reciprocated because he was always looking for little
hugs and pats or making excuses to spend time in my company.  When he told
me that his parents had allowed him to invite me for dinner I accepted
eagerly.

Zack lived near the slopes in a big glass and timber showplace that was
straight out of "Architectural Digest".  I felt like a clod walking in
wearing my old sweater and scuffed shoes.  His father and mother were
middle-aged, much older than I would have expected to be the parents of a
10-year-old son, and as they talked about business, state politics and the
mother's work with local charities I wondered if Zack had not been a late,
rather unwelcome addition to the marriage of two people who had not really
wanted children.

Dinner was roast beef, the best meal I had eaten in months, but my
enjoyment of it was given a check when Zack's father launched into a
discussion of recent sex scandals in the news, complaining bitterly about
men who were attracted to boys.  Alarmed, I sought to cover myself with a
diatribe against pederasty so vitriolic it would have done credit to Nancy
Grace.  It must have convinced Zack's parents that I was a paragon of
virtue because, when I told them over coffee about my straited
circumstances, they offered to pay me if I would move in and serve as
Zack's tutor and personal coach.

Of course I accepted, and immediately set myself the goal of seducing the
boy.

At first I thought it would be easy.  Zack's mother arranged a bed for me
in his room and the boy and I spent all our time together except for his
hours in school.  Opportunities abounded, but I soon discovered that Zack
was less willing than I had expected.  Although he continued to welcome
hugs and caresses, whenever I moved to proceed further Zack would pull away
saying, "Stop.  I'll tell my father."

It was frustrating, particularly since, living close together with him, I
got tantalizing glimpses every day when he changed clothes.  The young boy
had a taut, graceful athletic body and it was all I could do to keep my
hands off him when he was wearing just pajamas or his underwear.  I made
various approaches, always meeting with a rebuff, but I did not get
discouraged.  Despite everything it was clear the boy remained eager for my
company and attention, so I bided my time.

One of the few liberties Zack allowed was the massage that I gave him every
evening after our practice sessions on the slopes.  The thing became a sort
of ritual.  After supper, which his mother would arrange to be out for us
so we could eat when we got home, Zack would take a hot bath and then,
dressed in his pajamas, he would lie on his bed while I rubbed him down and
we talked about the day.  It was something I knew he enjoyed because I
tested him a few times by pretending to forget and he always reminded me
about it.  There was another indication that he liked it as well.  During
the massage the front of his pajama bottoms would always tent up, but if I
tried to put my hand there or push under his clothes the boy would stop me
by saying, "Don't.  I'll tell my father."

After a week of this, Zack's mother unwittingly came to my aid.  Zack's
pajamas, which had long sleeves and long pants, were collected by his
mother for washing and replaced by an older, smaller pair made of thin
cotton fabric with short sleeves and pants ending just below his knees.
That evening, when he came out of the bathroom, the thin material clung to
the boy's body outlining his lean graceful form.  When I massaged him on
the bed, I could feel his silky skin through the worn cloth as if he had
been naked.

I worked slowly and as my hand approached his bare lower legs I held my
breath, afraid he would stop me.  But Zack did not move when my fingers
slid onto his calves.  I kneaded the muscle gently; reveling in the feel of
warm, smooth skin.  Then, very daring, I pushed up beneath the edge of
Zack's shorts to rub his delicate knees.  The boy continued to lie still
and said nothing.

The following evening I was emboldened to go further, pushing above his
knees onto the thighs and then, when I worked on his arms, sliding my palms
beneath the sleeves all the way to his bare shoulders.  Zack lay quietly,
seeming to enjoy all of it, and when I turned him over to do his front the
tenting out of the thin fabric over his groin was very apparent.

Saturday, Zack's parents went off for the day having told me ahead of time
they would not be returning until late that night.  The boy and I made our
own breakfast and while I sipped coffee Zack chattered about a watch his
friend at school had gotten.

"It's way cool.  It has like all these alarms and dates and stuff.  And
it's got like this little computer."

I nodded.  "Those new watches are nice."

"Uh Huh.  I wish I had one."

After cleaning up I drove the boy to the slopes for a morning practice
session and as we were putting our skis on, I thought about what he had
said.  Take a chance, I told myself.  Why not?

The day was clear and cold with wind gusts blowing the snow cover up into
icy swirling veils.  Conditions were ideal for a tough workout and I made
sure Zach had one.  Then, in the afternoon after lunch, I pushed him even
harder, going a half-hour longer than usual.  On the drive home I could see
he was tired.  The boy was quiet during supper and as soon as we finished
eating he headed for his bath.

"Take your time," I told him, but my heart was thumping and I was hoping he
would finish quickly.

In the bedroom I removed my shoes and socks, forced myself not to pace and
was waiting by the door when the boy came in.  Zach was rosy from the hot
water, his blond hair freshly combed, and the thin pajamas, sticking more
closely than ever, revealed all of his slender, perfectly proportioned
body.  He looked so beautiful that, as I contemplated what I wanted to do,
my heart turned over in my chest.  With my hand trembling a little I helped
him stretch face down on the bed and sat next to him to stroke his back.

"You were great today," I told him letting my palm drift down over his
waist and hips.  "Just the best.  I'm really proud of you.  There isn't any
kid I'd rather teach..."

Zack squirmed a little and turned his head to give me an adoring look.  I
began to massage and almost immediately his eyelids closed.  Working slowly
I rubbed the boy's shoulders, back, hips and legs, pushing up under his
pajamas to do his knees, but not going very far.  His eyes remained closed
when I turned him over and I stared at the tented cloth over his groin and
then leaned down to whisper, "You're the best, Zack.  I want to get you
something - something special - like a reward."

Resting my palm on the top of his thigh I rubbed back and forth, feeling
the brim of his pelvis through his pajamas.  The boy's eyelids quivered but
still remained closed and I continued softly, "I bet you're asleep.  Bet
you're tired after today.  You were awesome kid - really tough.  I'm so
proud of you."

My fingers stroked the pajama cloth, rubbing along his groin crease.  Zach
still did not move.

"I like you so much," I whispered to him.  "I want to make you feel so
good.  If you let me strip you and rub you all over, I'll get you a watch.
Whatever one you want.  One with all the good stuff.  We can get it
tomorrow.  But you've got to stay asleep... You can't feel anything..."

Holding my breath, I slipped my fingers under Zack's pajama top onto the
silky warmth of his belly.  The boy remained still with his eyes shut and I
rubbed him with my palm, moving it in a slow circle.

"We'll go get the watch tomorrow, Zack," I promised him.

Putting an arm under his shoulders I lifted the boy, unbuttoned his pajama
top and then slipped it off before stretching him back out on the quilt.
He lay there, motionless, with his eyes closed, his smooth skin and little
swells of immature muscle looking as if they had been sculpted.  I
stretched out next to him on the bed and brushed a palm over the warm satin
of his chest, touching the tiny points of his nipples with my fingertips,
feeling them harden.

Zack's closed eyelids were quivering so I knew he was only pretending to be
asleep.  His eyes remained shut when I rolled his limp body toward me and
took him into my arms.  Sliding a hand down a silky flank I caressed the
hollow of the boy's waist then moved to the small of his back.  Pushing
beneath the loose waist of the pajama bottoms I cupped Zack's firm
buttocks, sliding my palm on their glassy smoothness, and then I tugged
down the shorts and moved my hand to his groin where his hard little penis
was jutting outward.

Taking the shaft with thumb and forefinger I rubbed, sliding from base to
helmeted, circumcised tip.  At my first touch I felt the boy twitch and he
shifted position very slightly giving my fingers more room to move.  Then
he remained absolutely still, his slender body limp, half rolled against
me.  I continued stroking him for a while then pushed his pajama shorts
down below his knees and slid them off his legs.  Holding the naked boy in
my arms I pressed my lips to each of his closed eyelids before kissing his
nose, mouth and the delicate hollows of his neck.

"Just stay asleep," I whispered and slid my hand over Zach's slender body,
feeling the rounded contour of thigh, firm mound of butt, and the subtle
muscular definition of lean stomach and chest.  Rubbing gently I massaged
the boy's delicate, rounded shoulders than stroked down the taper of his
back.  When I was finished my hand went again to Zack's groin and found his
hard little penis straining out in such rigidly that I could feel the tip
quiver with his pulse.  I rubbed it again, pressing firmly, sliding my
fingers on the slick stretched skin of the shaft.  Zach still did not move,
but I heard his breathing quicken and felt the thud of his heartbeat
against my chest.

Eventually a tiny contraction throbbed beneath my fingers at the base of
the boy's straining shaft.  When I felt it, I slowed the movement of my
hand and then took it away to stroke Zack, caressing the smooth warmth of
the boy's flank and hip.  Gradually his breathing slowed and he was quiet
again.  After stretching him out on his back I pulled his pajamas back on
and then leaned over to whisper, "You can wake up now."

The boy lay unmoving, sprawled on the bed with his eyes closed.  I poked
him.  "Don't you want to be awake now?"

Zack shook his head so I tickled him, digging my fingers into his belly and
he squeaked then drew up into a ball, rolling on the quilt, laughing.

"Feel good?"  I asked, and he nodded, opening his eyes to smile at me.

I read to him for awhile from a book he liked then we put a DVD into the
player and for the rest of the evening he curled up next to me watching the
movie before drifting off into real slumber.

The next day, Sunday, I drove Zack to the mall and let him pick out a
watch.  Happy and excited he strapped the watch onto his wrist while I paid
for it and then spent the drive home devouring the instruction book that
had come in the package.  Since it was obvious he was going to wear the
thing everywhere I worried about his parents spotting it and asking
questions, but nothing was ever said.  Caught up in their own activities
and interests, Zack's parents actually paid little attention to him and the
watch went unnoticed.

The gift of the watch changed our evening routine and Zack now pretended to
fall asleep during every massage, allowing me to strip him.  Most times he
would not even wait for me to begin before closing his eyes and stretching
his arms out on the bed.  I enjoyed this, but of course I wanted more and
it was not long before I tried taking the boy's hand and placing it on the
bulge in the front of my own pants.  Zack's fingers explored for a few
seconds, but then he pulled his hand away and when I attempted to put it
back he resisted.

Momentarily checked I went on with the massage but later, while we were
cuddling, I tried again.  This time Zack's fingers remained on me a little
longer, but he still refused to have his hand put back after he had taken
it away and when I persisted he murmured, "Don't.  I'll tell my father."

The following day, while Zack was at school, I considered options.  If
skiing was Zack's first passion then video games were a close second and we
often competed against each other on his Play Station.  Recently one of his
classmates had gotten an X-Box and Zack had been talking a lot about it,
telling me how much he wanted one.  I wondered if the boy had expected me
to know he was hinting.

I decided it was worth a try so I drove over to the mall where we had
bought his watch and blew nearly all my savings on a complete X-Box setup,
including a half dozen games which the sales staff assured me were the
hottest ones.  Back at the house, I went through the instructions to be
sure I had everything necessary to make the box work, hid all the packages
under my bed and waited impatiently until it was time to pick Zach up at
school.

On the slopes that afternoon I gave Zack an extra long, hard workout to
ensure he would be tired later and it was getting dark by the time we
finished.  Back home we found that, as usual, his parents had gone out, but
his mother had left food for us and I put together a meal for the boy and
then sent him off to his bath.  Perhaps sensing something in my manner Zach
took a quick one that evening and a short time later he was lying on the
bed pretending to be asleep while I took off his pajamas to began
massaging.

With his parents out of the house I could prolong it for him, taking my
time with the naked boy, stroking my hands in slow circles on his lean,
slender body.  After rubbing him down both front and back, I stretched out
along side to take him into my arms and Zack pressed against me sweetly
while I hugged and then put a hand into his groin where I slid my fingers
on his stiff penis.  Zack held himself so my hand could move easily and I
rubbed in a fast, hard rhythm bringing a series of throbbing pulsations
into in his shaft.

Afterward, instead of putting his pajamas back on, I pulled a light quilt
over the two of us and cuddled with the boy, kissing his hair and the soft
delicate hollows of his neck.

"Want to watch a movie?"  I asked tickling a little and Zack squirmed, then
without opening his eyes nodded his head.  I got up and put one of the
"Lord of the Rings" DVDs into the player; setting the volume so it would
not be too loud.  Then I turned off the lights and slid back under the
quilt.  Zach was still naked having made no move to put on his pajamas.  I
arranged the pillows so we would be comfortable, then put an arm around the
boy and he smuggled against me.  After sliding a palm on his silky flank
and hip I pushed down into his groin to stroke once more on his jutting
little penis.

"Kind' a tired tonight?"  I asked and he nodded, then to my surprise put
his hand on my stomach and moved it a few times back and forth, rubbing me
through my shirt.

I gave his shoulders a quick hug then leaned over to whisper, "It's just us
here tonight.  You can sleep bare butt if you want."

As I said this I stroked faster on his rigid shaft and Zack squirmed,
suppressing a giggle.

"You were great today," I murmured.  "I was so proud of you.  You are the
best... just the greatest.  I really like you a lot, Zack."

I kept murmuring to him very softly, tugging and caressing his shoulder
while the fingers of my other hand remained busy on his rigid shaft.  The
movie was one we had seen several times before and in the flickering light
from the TV screen I saw that the boy's eyelids were drooping.  I took my
hand off his erection, sliding it onto the silky warmth of his hip.

"Getting sleepy?"

Zack nodded.  I slid a palm over the firm mound of his butt.

"You did great today... you're the best, Zack."  The tip of my finger
brushed up and down his crease.  "We got the house to ourselves tonight.
We can stay like this under the covers and you can go to sleep, and we can
do stuff - stuff you'll like a lot..."

I slid my hand back to his groin and began rubbing him again, my thumb and
forefinger moving on the rigid little shaft, finding it so hard I could
feel the tip quiver with each of his heartbeats.  I leaned over to put my
mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Want to know what I saw today?  An
X-box.  The new one with cool games.  If you stay asleep and we do stuff,
I'll get it for you."

Zack's eyelids were half open so I knew he was listening and at the words
"X-Box" the little faker shut his eyes tight and let his head nod, resting
it on my shoulder.  I took my fingers off his erection and reached for his
hand, pulling it down onto my bulging crotch.  The boy's fingertips pressed
against my pants investigating and exploring, then he began moving them,
rubbing me through the clothes.

"Yeah," I whispered putting my fingers back on his rigid member.  We rubbed
each other for a while, then I whispered, "Hold up."

Throwing back the quilt I got off the bed and stripped, tossing my clothes
aside.  In the darkness Zack's slender, naked body was bathed by flickering
color from the TV screen, the immature definition of his athletic form
revealed and heightened by the play of light and shadow.  I caught the
gleam of eyes beneath partially closed lids and knew he had been watching
me undress, but the eyes were closed in pretended sleep again when I
stretched out naked beside him and pulled the quilt back over us.

As I turned toward the boy, Zack put his fingers on my jutting erection
without waiting to be told and I gathered him into my arms, feeling his
naked warmth press against me as the full length of his smooth slim body
slid over my own.

Zack's inexperience was betrayed by the fumbling of his small fingers on my
straining erection but just his touch was enough to send a thrill
shuddering through me.  I caressed the boy, running my hand down the silky
taper of his back, stroking the jut of shoulder blade and rib.  His
fine-spun blonde hair smelled of the soap from his bath and I let the scent
of it fill my nostrils while Zack squirmed against me, hugging with an arm
around my neck.

Beneath my palms the boy's flesh was all warmth and sculpted smoothness:
velvety armpits, silken buttocks, the inside of his thighs a sheen of
satin.  Slowly and deliberately I put tongue and lips to these cloths while
Zack twisted against me, his eyes closed in pretended sleep.  The tiny
points of the boy's nipples were hard when I licked them and the skin in
the hollows of his neck where I brushed my lips was as delicate as
porcelain.  I kissed his forehead, eyelids and chin, and then placed my
mouth on his, pushing with the tip of my tongue.  When Zack's lips parted I
slid my tongue into him then reached for his groin to find his jutting
little shaft and rub it.

The boy's hips twisted and he made a tiny sound as we clung together, his
small slender body writhing against mine.  Imitating what I was doing to
him, his little fist pumped my shaft and although his stroking was clumsy,
going in jerks rather than a steady rhythm, the rubbing of his fingers
combined with the thrill of being naked with the lovely boy was enough to
take me right to the edge.

Anxious not to come too soon I gently coaxed Zack's hand off me so I could
roll him onto his other side.  Holding him around the waist I thrust my
rigid penis between his thighs and locked his rounded butt against my
groin, nesting us together like spoons.  Zech's lean, flat tummy was satin
smooth and I caressed it with my palm, feeling the hint of defined
muscularity beneath the thin layer of skin.  The boy was still pretending
to be asleep but when I brushed fingertips over his belly button then
pushed my forefinger into it he squirmed and with a soft giggle drew his
legs up slightly.

Using my other hand I stroked the swell of his hip then reached into his
groin and rubbed his jutting erection, sliding my fingers from base to tip
in a steady rhythm.  Zack moved his legs again to allow my hand to move
freely and then, as I pushed harder into his belly button, wiggling my
forefinger, I heard him catch his breath.  I rubbed faster on his rigid
penis, sliding my fingers up over the tip, and felt the boy tense.  His
head pulled back, then his feet jerked and he arched, his little erection
straining outward from his groin, so hard it quivered beneath my sliding
fingers.  I felt throbbing at its base and Zack moaned then cried out
softly, "Uh...Uh...Uh..." as more contractions pulsed within him.

When the spasm passed I ran a fingertip over the head of his penis.  The
slit was dry.  Zach was too young to produce anything.  I caressed him,
stroking his tummy and thighs, but the boy tugged at my hand pulling it
back into his groin, so I began rubbing his slick shaft again, pushing with
my finger into his belly button, and twice more sent spasms of throbbing
pulsations rippling through his loins.

Even then he did not want to stop but I was ready to have a release for
myself and rolled onto my back pulling Zack's hand to my rigid member.  He
began to rub in his clumsy way and to help him I put my fingers over his,
showing him how to use a quicker, steadier rhythm.  With the naked boy
leaning against me, his warmth and hard smoothness pressing on my skin, it
did not take long.  Within a minute my hips lifted and I shot all over
myself, gobs of semen landing on my chest and belly.

Zack looked on curiously while I wiped off with my underwear.

"What is that stuff?"

I grinned at him.  "Sperm.  You'll be able to make it yourself in a few
years.  It's good for you.  See..."

I smeared some on a fingertip then held it out and Zack took a cautious
taste.

"It makes you strong," I assured him.  "Next time I'll show you how to get
it all."

Grabbing hold of the boy I pulled him close, tickling a little to make him
laugh and Zack squirmed against me.  "Some of the big kids, like, talk
about that stuff at school."

"Sperm?"

"Yeah."

"Well, now you know what it is."  I patted his hip.  "Just don't tell
anyone I showed you."

"I won't."

Zack let out a squeak as I tickled him again and we rolled on the bed with
the boy giggling happily, my fingers dancing on his lean stomach.  The
movie was still on and thinking he would want to see the rest of it I drew
the quilt over us so we could cuddle.  But it seemed that Zack had lost
interest in the movie.  Tugging at my hand he drew it toward his groin and
begged, "Do it more."

"Maybe later," I told him, smiling.  Pulling free I gave his belly another
tickle making him squirm.  "So you're wide awake now?  Is that it?  I
thought you wanted to sleep?"

Zack giggled and shook his head.  "Uh-Uh."

The boy tugged on my hand again and this time I let him move it onto his
stiff penis.

"So when should we get your X-Box?"  I asked, rubbing him.  "Next year
maybe?"

"Noooo..." Zach squirmed closer, giggling.

"Ummm, let's see... How 'bout next month?"

"Uh-Uh!"

"Gee, you mean you want me to get it tomorrow?"

"Yeah!"

"Hmmm..." I leaned over and kissed his hair, "How 'bout I give it to you
right now?"

Zack's head came up and he stared at me, eyes glowing.  "For real?  You got
it?"

Grinning at him I helped him up and led the excited boy over to my bed.
When I pulled the packages out from beneath it Zack pounced on them with a
happy squeal.

"Let's hook it up," I told him.  "Bet I beat you on the first game."

"No way!"

I unwrapped the necessary cables and a few minutes later we were battling
head to head in a combat game that had eye-catching 3D graphics.  Just to
prove I could do it I beat Zack on the first round and then let him win the
next two.

For hours the boy sat naked in front of the TV playing with his new system
and would have certainly remained there all night if I had allowed it.  I
got him into bed at last by betting I could beat him in three straight
games and even after losing he tried to wheedle me into letting him play,
"just a little longer."  I had to be firm and it took a lot of cuddling
before his eyes closed.

After midnight I was still awake, watching to be sure he did not sneak out
of bed for more time on the new box.  I heard the rumble of the garage door
when his parents came home and the noises they made going to their bedroom.
After that I too fell asleep.

(End of Zach, Part I)
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