Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2009 10:36:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach - A Ski Bum's Tail - Part 3

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+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
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ZACH, A SKI BUM'S TAIL - Part III of III
(copyright 2008, Joe Hunter)

The frigidity between us lasted several days.  There was no conversation
and the various attempts I made at physical contact were rebuffed with,
"Stop, or I'll tell my father."  But even the coldest winter sees a thaw.
Using all the wiles and tricks a persistent lover can find I gradually
brought Zach around.  The boy's need for my attention and approval was a
powerful ally and I used every opportunity to praise what he did on the
slopes and in school.

As we began talking to each other again, snow machines - especially THE
Snow Machine - remained a taboo subject.  But there were plenty of other
things I could use to hook the boy's interest.  A well-timed gift of a hot
new video game regained me the privilege of massaging him and afterwards we
cuddled naked together in his bed.  Our old routine resumed, but if I tried
placing a tentative finger in his crease Zach would tense, push my hand
away and say, "No.  I'll tell my father."

The following Saturday there was a ski meet at the resort and in the
evening Zech's parents threw a big dinner party at the lodge.  Zack had won
all three of the kid events, walking away with a haul of metals plus the
high point trophy.  That night, dressed stylishly in a suit his mother had
picked out, which set off his sensitive features and blonde good looks, he
wandered around the party like some beautiful boy model in a fashion
magazine, accepting compliments and clearly enjoying his star status.  I
stayed nearby keeping an eye on him, not only because I was captivated but
also because his parents, without saying it in so many words, had implied
fairly directly that it was the reason I had been invited.

The party was an adult affair so as Zach and I strolled about we met no
other kids.  His father hovered for a while, shaking hands with people
while showing Zach off like a little trophy; then we were left on our own.

The food at the party was served buffet style and we filled some plates
than ate by ourselves at a table off in the corner.  Wine circulated and
with a wink I gave Zach a glassful, hiding a smile when he made a face
after drinking it.

"I'd rather be at Pizza Hut," I told him and he grinned.

After the food a live band started up and a few tipsy young women came over
to ask Zach onto the dance floor, obviously doing it to be funny and
because they thought it would be cute.  The boy accepted gravely and then
surprised both the girls and me by dancing with such graceful poise he made
the young women look foolish.  They stepped back while Zach executed a
routine that looked like something out of "Saturday Night Fever" earning
himself cheers and applause.  When the music stopped the girls all kissed
him and he came back to me looking quite pleased with himself.

"Nice going, Casanova," I said with a grin, giving his shoulder a little
pat.  The boy beamed up at me in response.

By that time the liquor had been flowing for a while and the party's noise
level was rising.  Guiding Zach through drifting marijuana smoke and groups
of laughing people I searched for his mother, finding her at last by the
buffet table talking with two other women.

"Here he is!"  One of them shrieked seeing Zach.  "Isn't he a dear?"

"I think it's time for us to go home," I yelled trying to make myself heard
over the noise.  Zach's mother nodded and then went back to her
conversation.

The noise followed us outside where the thumping beat of the music was
still audible halfway across the snow-drifted parking lot.  Zach and I
stood for a while in the cold darkness taking deep breaths of the crisp air
and looking up at the stars.

"This is when you see them best," I told him, putting an arm around his
shoulders.  "On cold, clear nights like this."

The boy leaned against me.

On the way home Zach was quiet but it was a companionable silence and he
leaned over the seat divider to put a small hand on my thigh.  When we
reached the house we went directly to his bedroom where he shucked off the
suit and then, wearing just his underwear briefs, helped me arrange his
medals and trophy on a shelf.

"I think this calls for a celebration," I said after stepping back to
admire the display.

From my pocket I produced four rolled joints that I had swiped off a table
at the party, and laid them one by one on the top of Zech's small desk.

"I'll show you how to smoke these."

The boy gave me a scornful look.  "I know how."

It turned out Zach had already experienced marijuana, the most recent time
being the previous summer when, as he explained it to me, a friend of his
had raided an older brother's stash and treated Zach along with several
other boys.

"His brother was pissed when he found out," Zach giggled taking a drag off
the joint I lit for him.

"Bet he was."

I glanced around.  "Hey, listen - maybe we better open a window or
something.  The smell is gonna' get all over in here.  Your parents are
gonna' spot at for sure."

Zach giggled again and shook his head.  "They won't care.  I'll just tell
them it was you.  They won't mind that.  They smoke too."

His confidence reassured me so I shrugged and lit up.  "Okay."

We lay on his bed sucking in the smoke and letting the drug take us while
we talked about the day's events.  I finished before Zach did and got up,
stripped, then lay back down next to the boy and ran a palm back and forth
on his naked thigh pushing up onto his brief where his crotch was bulging.
The tip of Zech's joint glowed as he took in a final drag, then he handed
me the stub and I dropped it into the empty soda can we were using for an
ashtray.

When I put my hand back on the briefs he lifted his hips so I could pull
them down and his hard little penis, freed from restriction, lifted into
full rigidity, jutting upward from his crotch.  Sliding the briefs off his
legs I brought them to my nose so I could breathe in Zech's boy scent and
he giggled then squeezed his butt to harden himself and rubbed his
straining erection.  I stretched out on my back and hung the briefs on my
own rigid shaft then pointed to it.

"Look.  A flagpole..."

This struck us both as ridiculously funny and we laughed for a while unable
to stop until we ran out of breath.  Our hands clasped and we rolled toward
each other.  Then I took the boy in my arms, hugging his slender warmth,
the two of us drifting with our high.

"I really, really like you a lot," I whispered.

Zach hugged back, pressing the full length of his smooth little body
against mine while my hands roved over him.  I stroked his back and silky
flanks, sliding a palm down on to the hollow of his waist.

"I think I like you a ton.  No - maybe a million tons."

My fingertips brushed lightly, tickling the boy, and he squirmed, giggling,
the silkiness of him sliding and pressing on me as he hugged tightly.  My
palm caressed his hip slipping onto the firm mounds of his butt.

"Maybe even a million, billion times."

Zach kept giggling and I felt his small hands caress my shoulders.  Hugging
him close I kissed his fine spun blonde hair then murmured, "I'm sorry
about the snow machine, Zach.  I'm really, really sorry.  I was a jerk.  I
don't blame you for being mad at me.  It was wrong what I did.  I didn't
mean to... it was just..."

I stroked his butt then hugged again.

"I like you so much.  I really wanted to do that stuff with you - to show
you how nice it was... I wanted to do it so bad that I told myself I could
get the snow machine.  But I couldn't.  I'm really, really sorry Zach..."

The boy lifted his head and I saw tears glittering in his eyes.

"When you said you were gonna' buy it I, like, told all my friends.  They
laughed at me when you didn't."

Love for the boy welled up in me and I kissed him and then stroked his
hair.

"I'm sorry, Zach.  Really, really sorry.  I didn't mean for that to happen.
I really didn't.  I just... listen..." I kissed him again.  "Listen - I'm
gonna' make you a promise, one I swear I'll keep... I'm gonna' do
everything I can to get your father to buy you a snow machine.  I can't
guarantee that he will - that's up to him.  But if I work on it I think I
can persuade him.  And I swear to you that I'll try."

Brushing with a finger I wiped the tears off Zech's cheek then caressed
him.

"If your dad buys the snow machine it will be a lot better, Zach.  Nobody
will ask questions that way.  I wish I could guarantee it, but I'll do
everything I can.  Okay?"

He nodded.  "Okay."

I hugged him and Zach hugged back, burying his face once more on my
shoulder.  Caressing the boy I slid a hand down onto his butt and
whispered, "It was nice, that thing we did, wasn't it?"

I cupped his silky mound and after a moment's hesitation his head nodded.
Murmuring softly I whispered, "I really, really liked doing that with you."

With the tip of my forefinger I brushed along Zach's crease and the boy's
arms tightened around me, then he pulled his leg up onto my hip.  Slowly,
giving him a chance to stop me if he wanted, I pressed harder, sliding my
finger between the firm mounds, working it in further.  When the tip
brushed his anus Zach pulled his leg up higher on my hip and clung to me as
I pressed into the puckered dimple.  My finger eased in, penetrating the
ring and as it slid into his rectum the boy lifted his head offering his
mouth.  I kissed him, thrusting in my tongue when his lips parted and we
writhed together, my finger twisting inside him.

"You can do it more if you want," Zach whispered to me when our long kiss
ended.

The thrill his words sent through me made my body shudder.  "You sure?" I
murmured.

I was running my fingertip back and forth on the tiny swelling at the root
of his penis and Zach nodded his head.  He waited impatiently on the bed
while I went to get the KY then, as soon as I returned with it, rolled onto
his stomach, stretching his arms out on the quilt in front of his head.  I
turned off all the lights except the one on his bedside table and then sat
down next to him.

"You remember what to do, right?"

"Uh Huh."

The slanting illumination from the lamp shadowed the little swells and
hollows of Zech's muscular definition giving his slender immature body a
sculpted look.  The sight of him stretched out on the bed made my hands
tremble as I uncapped the tube of lubricant.  When I nudged him the boy
parted his legs and I spread his ass cheeks then squeezed a glob of KY onto
his anus.  While I stuffed it into his opening with a fingertip Zach
squirmed, giggling.

"Goofy," I whispered and the boy wiggled his butt.

We were high from the joints and everything seemed funny to us.  I squeezed
more KY out on my palm and spread it over his butt cheeks while he giggled
happily.  Then I anointed his entire back making the smooth skin glisten as
if it had been oiled.

"Wow," I told him.  "That looks awesome."

I smeared KY on his legs then turned him over to spread the slimy jelly all
over his front.  Zack lifted his head to watch, admiring the way the
lubricant made his body glisten.  When I reached his groin he arched,
squeezing his butt to harden himself while I slicked his shaft, then he
parted his legs for me so I could smear more on his thighs.

When I was done the boy's smooth skin glowed like marble and he stroked
himself, running a palm over his lean belly then feeling his nipples,
brushing a fingertip on their hard points.

"Nice?"  I asked, taking his slick jutting penis and rubbing it.  The boy
nodded stretching sensually back on the bed with his arms over his head,
and at the same time tightening his butt to swell himself beneath my
stroking fingers.

I kept rubbing until a tiny pulse throbbed in his shaft then had Zach turn
over again onto his stomach.  After globing more KY in his crease I
lubricated my own shaft then straddled the boy and lowered myself
carefully.  Guiding the head of my erection onto his anus I eased in the
tip, gauging the tightness of his ring.  Zach bore down.  I could tell when
he did it because his butt lifted slightly and I felt him tense.  The tight
constriction of the ring lessened and my tip slipped in further.  I felt
the boy's sphincter flutter in spasm and then Zach's head pulled back and
he gave a soft cry, "Uhhh..."

As my blunt tip stretched him the boy quivered, straining down even harder.
Then, with a popping sensation, I was through, the head of my shaft sinking
into his moist warmth.

"Ah...Ah...Ahhhhh..."

The young boy cried out, writhing, accommodating himself to the fullness
entering him.  When he strained once more, lifting his hips, I pushed
gently and bit-by-bit, as he caught his breath in tiny gasps, I slid into
the boy until my full length was buried to the hilt in his hot sweet ass.

Zack moaned, twisting beneath me, squirming on my impaling shaft.  With an
arm around his chest and another on his hip I rolled the two of us onto our
sides then locked my groin against the mounds of his butt and ground my
hips.  Zach's head pulled back and he cried out softly again, pushing back
against me to deepen my penetration.  When I put my hand into his groin and
began stroking his jutting little erection the boy pulled his legs up,
twisting his feet, and I felt a series of pulsations throb deep in his
loins.

Pressing with my finger on his belly button and continuing to rub his stiff
shaft I took Zach into spasm after spasm, holding him tightly each time as
his slender little body arched.  On the last one my hips started to buck
and I pumped faster, sliding my straining shaft in his rectum, holding back
as long as I could until my shuddering release came in a long series of
contractions.  The boy felt it and arched his body, straining against my
encircling arm, his lower legs jerking as tiny dry throbs pulsed in his
shaft.

When it was over we lay in each other's arms on the bed and I kissed the
boy's hair, eyes and limpid mouth, caressing his silky smoothness with my
palms.  He pressed himself to me, the beat of his heart thumping against my
chest.  Later I got up and brought cold sodas from the kitchen.  While we
drank them we smoked the last two joints and then I cuddled the boy telling
him stories in the dark while he huddled next to me with my arm around him.
After he went to sleep I let my eyelids close and as I drifted off,
congratulated myself on the evening's outcome.

It seemed I had only been asleep for a few minutes when I was awakened by
movement and the touch of fingers on my penis.  For a second I was
disoriented, and then I saw Zach's face close to mine, the gleam of his
eyes just visible in the darkness.

"What's up?"  I asked.

He tugged at my hand and whispered, "You can do it again if you want.  I'll
let you."

I needed no persuasion.  Zech's fingers already had me up, stiff and hard.
Throwing off the quilt I rolled the boy onto his back and then stroked his
rigid penis and told him, "I'll show you a different way."

Zach giggled when I had him draw his knees up and pull them apart to
stretch open his ass.  As I lubricated him, the sight of his young body
spread invitingly before me, his little opening glistening with KY,
hardened me to an almost painful rigidity.  After slicking my straining
shaft with jelly I knelt in front of him and placed my tip on his anus.

"Just let it slide in," I whispered to the boy, thrusting gently.

Zach had learned what to do and pulled on his knees, straining down to
loosen his sphincter so I could enter him.  Even so his little ring was
tight around my blunt tip.  When it popped through, the boy pulled his head
back giving a soft little cry of pleasure and then as I slid up into him he
wrapped his legs around my waist and hugged himself to my chest.

Propping with my elbows to keep my weight off him I ground my hips then
began a slow steady pumping.  Zack moaned, twisting on my impaling shaft,
pushing back to deepen my thrusts, and with each one I felt a slight bulge
in his lean belly as well as the jut of his little erection pressing on my
own stomach.  When the first throbbing spasm pulsed in the boy's loins Zach
caught his breath and locked himself against me, his feet twisting and
jerking against my back.

The boy's eager response heated me but my release was slow in coming
because it was my second attempt.  While it was building I maintained a
steady rhythm, pumping my hips, sliding my shaft in the boy's rectum,
taking him again and again into a writhing ecstasy.  When at last I was
ready, squeezing my butt to hold back, I pumped faster, driving in with
each thrust until my groin pressed against Zech's stretched ass.

Sensing my climax the boy lifted his hips, tugging at my waist with his
legs, straining to pull me in deeper.  I felt drops of fluid pour from my
tip, then my hips were bucking and I was arching up, pushing into Zach as
far as I could.  For a moment I squeezed, straining to hold back, then in
contraction after contraction I shot off into him.

Afterwards, cuddling the beautiful boy beneath the quilt, stroking him as
he clung to me, I felt a smug satisfaction at having demonstrated my
prowess by taking him twice, the second time at his own invitation.  When
the sound of Zach's breathing grew slow and regular I got up and tucked him
in, then went to my own bed thinking that the night could not have worked
out better.

But I had failed to reckon with the passive ardor of youth.  Some time
later I had what seemed like a very pleasant dream where a warm young body
pressed against me and small fingers stroked my penis.  Then I awoke and
discovered it was Zach.  The boy had climbed into my bed and was trying to
wake me up.  I kept my eyes closed pretending to remain asleep on the
chance that he might get discouraged but Zach persisted, squirming against
me and rubbing my penis until at last I was forced to open my eyes.  He was
leaning close to me and even with the darkness I could see his eager
expression.

"Let's do it again," he begged.  I hesitated, not at all sure I could
perform a third time, but no face-saving way of turning him down occurred
to me, nor did I want to discourage him.  Mentally girding myself and
taking a deep breath I said, "Okay."

Despite Zech's efforts my member was still dormant so, to gain time for
regrouping, I rolled onto my back and had the boy straddle me facing my
groin.  I then encouraged him to bend over and take me into his mouth.  He
caught on to what I wanted immediately, licking my flaccid penis and
rubbing with his fingers.  This maneuver brought his butt close to my face
and I slid my palms on the silky mounds then spread them and extended my
tongue, swirling the tip around the rim of his anus.  The boy giggled,
hunching down to push his buttocks closer to me and open himself.  I
pressed my face to his crease tonguing his dimple then pushed through the
ring to swirl my tip in the opening.  I could tell that the moist
penetration pleased the boy because for a time he lost interest in my penis
and pressed his butt to my face, twisting his hips slowly.  I kept my
tongue pushed into him as far as I could and eventually my limp shaft began
to stir.  When it lifted Zach took it back into his mouth, sliding his lips
on it then rubbing with his fingers while I hardened slowly.

After I was rigid I still kept tonguing the boy because he seemed to be
enjoying it so much.  I was willing to pleasure him a while longer plus I
was worried I might wilt within seconds of him taking his mouth off me.  I
let him lick and rub for a while until I was confident before withdrawing
my tongue and patting Zach's buttocks.

Zach stopped when I did and I grabbed him for a tickle making the boy
squeak with delight as he squirmed against me.

"Kneel down," I told him, patting the middle of the bed.

He did so and I had him spread his thighs than hunch down with his little
butt in the air, just as he had done when he was straddling me.

"Is this another way to do it?"  He asked, twisting his head around to look
at me.

"Yup.  I think it's one you'll like."

Hoping I would like it too and be able to do something, I reached for the
KY tube.

When I smeared jelly on him Zack snickered and wiggled his butt, stretching
to open himself so I could push the slimy stuff deep into his boy-hole.
The movements he was making in extending his body excited me and before I
could lose the sensation I hurriedly slicked my shaft then knelt behind
him.

"You know how to do it," I said, stroking his silky hip.  "Hold on to your
knees and pull on them."

Zach giggled once more and reached back to grab his knees, resting his chin
on the sheet.  He bore down when he felt my tip on his anus, pulling with
his arms and stretching so that his opening gaped and I slid through
easily.  When my blunt head popped into the moist heat of his rectum the
boy squirmed a little, adjusting to the sense of fullness, then without
waiting began to push back on me.  I leaned forward, bending over him,
supporting my weight with my arms and felt myself sliding in as the full
length of my rod sheathed itself in Zach's young body.

The boy writhed, pulling on his knees and moaning very softly in pleasure.
Then, once again without waiting, he began moving his hips, sliding himself
on my impaling shaft.  I matched his rhythm, thrusting when he pushed back,
putting my tip as far into him as I could.  Soon I felt the first throbs
pulse in Zach's loins and he caught his breath, twisting and making little
gasps of enjoyment.  Moments later he had let go of his knees and was
reaching beneath himself to rub his hard penis while stretching to get his
ass up even higher, pushing me farther into him.

We went on for a long time while I pumped with my hips, struggling to reach
a climax.  For Zach spasm followed spasm and he writhed, stretching to lift
his butt, seemingly lost in a daze of pleasure, but for me nothing was
happening.  Eventually I realized I was going to have to try something else
before I wore out and I withdrew from the boy, panting to catch my breath.
As I leaned over him, Zech's hips jerked a few times then he lay still, his
butt straining upward.

When I straightened his legs out, first one then the other, the boy made a
tiny sound.

"It's all right," I whispered.  "It's all right, Zach."

I rolled him onto his side then stretched out behind him.

"Like this now," I told him.

As I slid the head of my rod into his crease Zach drew up his legs and
pushed back even before I had the tip into his opening.  I fumbled for a
moment to get it on his anus and it slipped in through the stretched ring.
Zach drove himself down on it with a soft little cry, the hot sweetness of
his rectum engulfing my shaft.  With the tight walls gripping it I began
moving in him, sliding in and out while Zach arched then reached into his
groin to rub himself.  He moved with me, pushing back to deepen my thrusts
and I felt a stir in my loins.

By rubbing my fingers on his stiff little penis and pushing a finger into
his belly button I took Zach into another series of throbbing spasms making
him arch and jerk his legs.  The response excited me and I gathered him in
my arms, pumping faster and faster, my breath coming in gasps.  It seemed
to me I would never come, but at last my hips bucked and I shot off in a
few hard painful contractions while Zach kicked his feet, his slender body
jerking.  When it was done I held the boy, exhausted, and felt myself go
flaccid almost immediately.

I remained on my side, so tired I could not even move, then Zach turned
over and I took him into my arms cuddling with him and stroking his hair
while he buried his head against my shoulder.  Without realizing it I fell
asleep, going so deep into slumber that when I was awakened again it was a
few seconds before I remembered where I was.  Zach's hands were on me,
stroking and rubbing, and the boy was leaning over so close that fine-spun
strands of his blond hair brushed my face.

"Don't you want to do it some more?"  He asked, his eyes wide and eager.

It was too much.  My groin ached from the efforts I had made and I felt
drained, as if I had just finished running a marathon.  I stared bleary
eyed at the boy.

"Knock it off, Zach.  Gimme' a break," Then, using his own words I croaked,
"Go to sleep!  If you don't go to sleep and stop waking me up, I'm gonna'
tell your father!"

(End of Zach, Part III)

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Well, that's the story.  I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for taking the
time to read it.  If you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is:

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All the Best.  Joe