Date: Sat, 19 Jun 1999 14:12:11 PDT
From: jw m <n3b@hotmail.com>
Subject: Skiing with Fetishes

        It's me again . The guy with the parka fetish. The more I write
about them , the more positive responses I get. And I am not the only one
with this unique fetish. I have submitted this story with the permission of
a friend that it was written about. If sex between men is not what you want,
then I suggest you find another place to be. As always, I would love to hear
your thoughts. Please write to n3b@homail.com.

                    Skiing with Fetishes

           It was a bright cold day and the slopes were
packed. The snow fell heavily over night and the slopes
were in excellant shape. The wind blew harshly and it
was a biting, bitter wind. But people could not resist
the perfect snow for skiing. John was one of those
people. He was not a good skier. He tried hard but he
just couldn't get it right. He spent more time in the
snow than on it. He loved the icy air and cold temps.
But he really loved men. Young men. Cute young men. He
loved the way they looked, smeeled , dressed and kissed.
He really loved the way guys dressed in the winter. He
affection for parkas ran deep. He owned many and loved
to see men wear them. There was one specific kind that
he loved , but they are not popular anymore. The kind
every kid had and mom made you wear. The snorkel parkas
with the fur trimmed hoods. They came in a variety of
colors and furs. But all had that distinctive orange
lining and snorkel hood. John found them sexy and now
they are not worn anymore.
         John never thought that this particular day of
skiing would turn into hot tumble in bed. He swished on
the slopes for a couple hours, looking at all the cute
guys. He couldn't seem to get a reading on any of them,
gay or straight. He wore jeans and a turtleneck, covered
with an ash gray Champion sweatshirt. Over that, his
favorite snorkel parka. It was a sage green nylon with
an orange lining. The pile lining in the hood was dark
brown and the trim was coyote fur. It was light brown
with patches of dark brown randomly throughout. It fit
him just right and when he wore it, he was very hard.
After lunch , he went back out on the slopes. As he
swooshed down , he looked up at the lift overhead. He
was so shocked at what he saw, he almost spilled right
there and made an ass of himself. As he looked up , he
spotted one. A snorkel parka, and a cute guy was wearing
it. A young cute guy. He was mesmerized for a second. He
could not believe someone would be wearing one on the
slopes. He continued down the slope and regained his
senses. When he reached the bottom, he waited. Standing
near the line for the lift, he watched the base of the
slope. Waiting for the mystery man to come down. About
twenty minutes later, he spotted him. What he actually
spotted was the orange lining from the inside of the
guys navy blue snorkel. It was open enough for the
orange to outline the chest of the stud.When he reached
the bottom of the slope , he pushed up his gogggles and
headed for the lift.
         John played dumb and worked himself into line
right behind him. He was directly behind him staring at
the soft sandy brown fur trim on the parka hood. It was
lined in a deep blue pile. John wanted to bury his nose
in the soft fur trim, reach around the front and place
his gloved hand on the guys crotch. He wanted to fondle
him through his ski pants. Soon they made thier way to
the next chair. With a "thump" they both sat on the
moving lift as it carried them to the top of the
mountain.John was nervous. Without being to obvious, he
snuck looks at the stud.He wanted to  grab him by the
back of the hood and stick his tongue down the throat of
the parka clad guy. But instead, stuck out a hand and
said" Hi I am John." They shook and he replied" Hi , I
am Brad." . John loved the name Brad. He had a crush on
a friend by the same name. It was a long ride to the
top. Brad was nervous also. He fidgeted with his hands.
          "Nice coat, " John said, " you don't see too
many of them anymore." He waited for a reply." Yeah , I
like it, it's warm. You must like 'em too!" John
blushed.John was overwhelmed with an feeling. Before he
could stop himself, he blurted out " I am not usually
this forward , but would you like to get a drink later,
my treat?" Brad didn't look at him right away, but soon
turned, placed his hand on the inside of John's thigh
and said, " Why don't you come by my room in the chalet
tonight and we can sit by the fire."
           John was shocked. And very turned on. Soon he
slid his and over to Brads crotch and started to grope
through the layers. He could feel a massive peice of
hard meat. They looked into each others eyes and leaned
in. They kissed deeply right there on the lift where the
whole world could see, but no one seemed to care. Soon
the lift was at the top. The slid of the bench and
started down a trail. They traded positions first and
second, back and forth. Each trying to outdo the other.
John was no where near a good skier , so he couldn't
catch up to often. Suddenly he hit a patch of ice and
started out of control, still upright , but arms
flailing all over. Before he knew it he went through a
group of bushes and into the woods. Before long  he
found himself on his back , buried in snow.
         As he opened his eyes, he looked up to see Brad
standing directly over him. " Are you alright?" he asked
laughingly. " Yeah , I think so......" John said as he
made sre he could feel all his body parts.Brad
outstretched a gloved hand to help him up. Jon grabbed
it and pulled him downward. Brad landed directly on top
and their parkas scratched together. Brad leaned in and
pressed his cold moist lips against John's. They kissed
deeply for a long time, gentlty caressing each other
through the snorkel parkas.Brad pulled Johns fur trimmed
hood up onto is head and proceeded to pull up his. He
leaned in again, meshing the two fur trims together and
kissing once again. Soft pile groped each others cheeks.
They moaned softly inside the hoods.
            Brad's hand slid down between John's thighs
and groped his incredibly hard cock through his jeans.
John moaned softly into Brad's mouth. John reached up,
placed a hand on the back of Brads hood and sucked his
tongue deep into his throat. It was a very passionate
kiss. After long mments of heavy kissing, Brad pulled
John to his feet. He leaned him against a tree and
continued kissing him. John's hands ran up and down the
navy blue satin nylon parka. Brad reached up , unzipped
John's parka halfway down his chest and revealed the
orange lining. He slid his hand in and gently pinched
John's erect nipples through the thick sweatshirt he
wore. A loud moan escaped John's mouth and his knees
almost buckled.
          Brad slowly lowered himself to his knees. He
reached up and unzipped the fly of John's jeans. As he
did, his eyes became wide with excitment. As it lowered
, he could see spots, Black spots, on a background of
sienna. He recognized the smooth outlining around John's
hard cock and swollen balls. John wore aleopard skin
thong under his jeans. Brad was in heaven. He loved
thongs. He wore them all the time. He loved his black
one, but this is the kind he dreams of. There standing
inches away from his moist mouth , was a cock surrounded
by a leopard skin thong. He dove in quickly and started
licking. His tongue met the softness of the material and
he traced the outline of the hard shaft. He nibbled at
bottom and pulled it with his teeth. He chewed it gently
and soaked it with his own saliva.
           John grabbed ahold of the snorkel hood on
Brads head and pulled his deep into his crotch. He
forced his cock into Brads face, as Brad inhaled the
manly scent of the thong and cock. Brad was beginning to
moan loudly. He dreamed of this for as long as he could
remember. His fantasy was coming true and so was John's.
John wrapped his fingers in the sandy brown fur trim on
Brad's hood and pumped his thong covered cock against
Brad's face. He could feel the soft fur touching his
thighs and he got chills. Brad was incredibly hard in
his own ski pants. He could feel his own cock twitching
as he sucked on the thong. He knew it wouldn't be long
before he shot a load of cum into his own pants without
even touching it.
           John moaned and begged for more. He slammed
his crotch into the fur hood around it. Brad moaned and
begged. Brad reached up and pulled the thong aside. He
thrusted down on the hard shaft and sucked for all it
was worth. He felt John's cock against the back of his
throat. John pulled hard on the hood and fucked his
mouth. " Come on parka boy suck my hard cock" he cried
out. Deeper and deeper he went down. The fuzzy thong
touched his nose and he inhaled the musky smell. It was
all he could handle. He shot a huge load of cum into his
black thong. He felt the sticky hot cum fill the pouch
surrounding his swollen shaft.He shot more hot cum than
he had ever shot.He felt the hot lava spewing into his
favorite thong. He knew at that moment, he would have to
buy another because he never intended to ever wash this
one again. His legs trembled as the last of his cum
exited his shaft. He relaxed his mouth and let John
continue to fuck his face.
            John held the hood tightly and forced his
cock deep. He moaned and whimpered. He thrusted his hips
and bit is lip. He cried out in ecstasy, "OHHHHHHHHHHH"
as he pulled his cock from Brad's mouth andsent cum
spraying outward into the soft sandy brown fur trim
around the snorkel hood surrounding Brads face. It
splattered and sprayed. Shot after shot splashed against
the fur. It dripped down from the top to the front of
the navy blue parka. It slid it's way down the front,
leaving a wet trail behind. John shot repeatedly into
the fur. He shot two loads into the hood and splashed it
on Brads cheeks. Soon every bit of cum in his ballsack
was on or in Brads parka. They stood face to face and
began kissing again. John licked some of his warm load
off of Brads cheek and inserted into his mouth. They
enjoyed the manly taste. They straightened their rumpled
parkas and clothes, reattached thier skis and started
back down the mountain. Brad yelled out "8 o'clock ,
room 416" . John replied "7:30 !!!" and they swooshed
their way down.