Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 07:12:44 -0800 (PST)
From: UKSW <ukstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Apres Ski"

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All the usual applies. Be old enough. Be Interested enough.

To Louis: Happy Christmas! Got it done in the end. Enjoy your holiday, just
don't make too much of a mess in that plane! See you in the new year!


Apres Ski

My dick was going limp. Still inside his ass as we lay in the bed. The glow
of the fire illuminated the room as the timber walls creaked with the
strengthening breeze from outside. I could hear him breathing gently. He
was sound asleep. My hand gently stroked his chest. I could feel it rise
and fall under my fingertips with each intake and exhaling of the air in
his lungs. Playfully I grazed my fingers over his nipples, enticing him
into some kind of erotic dream as he slept. In my mind I relived the thrill
of tonight.

Mark and I had decided to take a bit of time out before going home for
Christmas. College was finished for the year but we still had a few days
before our families expected us to go home and join them for the holidays.
We had been room mates for the past two years and over that time had grown
to be best friends. It was never anything more serious than just friends.
Not until tonight anyway. I knew he was attractive. Everything in
proportion. Right height, right colouring, right everything. It was no
coincidence that for the past few months my cock twitched every time he
returned to our dorm room from the showers. His body, not overtly rippling
with muscle, but plenty of definition would still be dripping with water.
Only a towel wrapped around his waist. A slight spraying of soft lightly
coloured hairs would be matted down on his chest. His blond hair would be
messed up, shaved at the sides, a little longer on top. His big eyes, the
most piercing brown eyes I've ever seen, just seemed to light up the room
the moment he walked in.

So this was our weekend. In the mountains, away from college, away from
families and away from everyone we knew. Just us. No women to hassle us
-- and believe me, Mark had plenty of those at college. Just the snow,
the ski-ing and nothing more.

We'd spent the day on the slopes, getting a feeling for our new
surroundings. Just enjoying the sensation of rushing down the mountain
side. The fresh breeze blowing past us as the sun shone down. Mark looked
like he was born to do this. His amazing white smile warmed me up every
time I looked over at him. His slightly stubbly face looked so inviting. It
was lucky I was wearing plenty of layers. My own mind was awakening to the
idea that I might be falling for my best friend. Maybe it was wrong, but
something inside just took over. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any
girl or boy before.

The day faded into the evening. Miles of ski slopes had slid underneath us
as we sat at the restaurant for dinner. I was still studying him closely.
I'd practically lived with the guy full time for the past two years but it
wasn't until tonight when I really studied his features that I understood
what all those countless women back on campus saw in him. I never really
noticed the tiny dimple in his cheek when he smiled. The way his deep eyes
just seemed to absorb and invite everything around him. The way his face,
left unshaven for about a day, looked so warm and welcoming, just temping
you to reach out and stroke.

I spent the entire evening readjusting my pants. Thankful that my crotch
was hidden from view by the shiny wooden table. I must have drank more than
I usually would do. Trying to settle my nerves as my mind raced with
questions. Why was it only today that started to feel this way about him?
We ate and we talked. By the end of the evening I didn't care why anymore.
I knew what I wanted now. If only to try. Maybe it was to get this out of
my system. I didn't know. I didn't care. I just wanted to do it.

Walking back to our cabin, the cold night air hit us both. We hadn't taken
any coats over to the restaurant. It was just a few minutes walk from there
to the cabin and we didn't think we'd need them. Just as we approached the
cabin I went on ahead a little way to unlock the door.  Just as I reached
out to put the key in I felt something very cold and very wet hit the back
of my neck. A snowball. I turned around as Mark stood, bent over just a few
yards behind me laughing.

Rising to the challenge, I put the key back into my pocket and scooped up a
load of snow from the ground. Mark wasn't exactly a difficult target to
hit. He appeared to be paralysed with all his laughing. He looked up just
in time to see me release the mound of snow from my hand as it hit the side
of his head. He reacted almost immediately. Gathering another mound of snow
as this time it was my turn to do the laughing. He came up towards me, I
made an attempt to get away, but the snow was too deep. He pulled the neck
of my sweatshirt open a little way and threw the icy cold snow down onto my
warm body. My vocal chords appeared frozen with the shock. Once again my
friend was doubled up, unable to move or speak for laughing.

Eventually I regained my composure and did the only thing I could. I
grabbed hold of him and pulled him down to the ground. I sat on top of him
and proceeded to bombard his face, neck and every other part of him with
small snowballs that I made up as I went along. The pair of us just stayed
on the ground, rolling around in the snow like a pair of six year olds.

Mark managed to throw me off him and flipped me over onto my back before I
had a chance to even attempt a get away. He threw his entire body on me so
that he was lying on top of me. I looked up. The clear night sky and
thousands of small twinkling stars framed his perfectly chiselled features.
The laughing died out. He hauled himself up and reached an arm out and
helped me to my feet. I took the key out of my pocket once more and opened
the door to the cabin.

Inside the whole room was comfortably warm. We had lit the fire before we
had gone out to dinner. The wood crackled as the room gently glowed. The
perfect setting as Mark started to strip out of his by now soaking wet
clothes.

He pulled his thick woollen sweater off. His lean body revealed only to
me. A small drop of water from the melted snow dripped down his chest,
around his navel and was soaked up by the line of black hairs running down
below the belt of his jeans. I couldn't move. I just watched. Mark's
actions appeared to be deliberately slow. We'd dressed and undressed in
front of each other countless times before. But not like this. This was
different. Special. I broke my gaze from his body when I realised that he'd
thrown the sweater on the railings at the side of the fire. His eyes seemed
to be looking towards me but not at me. I smiled a nervous grin and began
to peel my own jumper off.

As I raised the sodden material over my head, momentarily covering my face,
I heard Mark's footsteps on the wooden floor coming towards me. My heart
rate increased. All the air was quickly expelled from my body as I felt a
pair of cold hands take me around the waist. I held the jumper over my head
for far longer than was necessary to get the thing off. Mark pressed
himself against me. I could feel that treasure trail of hair press against
my own smooth stomach. The hands moved from my waist and took hold of my
jumper, gently pulling it off. I blinked as my eyes were met by the light
once again. Met by the light and by the sight of Mark's deep brown eyes
looking back into my own.

Bending his head slightly down, our gaze never seemed to break. His lips
touched mine. He pulled back and look straight at me once again. I smiled.
I moved in this time, lips touching once again and our mouths opened. I
raised my hands up to his face, to stroke that light covering of stubble as
out lips pressed hard against each others. My tongue slipped inside Mark's
mouth, before he pushed back into my mouth. We seemed to spend hours and
hours locked in this passionate clinch. Savouring every taste of each
other.

I felt Mark move his hands from my waist once again. And the fingers
fumbling desperately with my jeans. I grasped hold of his head once again,
filling his mouth with my tongue, allowing our juices to flow between our
mouths as he undid each button on my pants, one by one. He reached his hand
in and cupped my balls. The tight material of my boxer briefs stretched
over my straining groin. My balls were clenched even tighter as Mark
fondled them.  My dick pulsed with the strain of my erection as a damp spot
turned into a wet patch as I started to leak my precum.

My jeans dropped to the floor. Mark broke our kiss and looked back at me
once again.  Weakly, I smiled at him. Unable to speak. Just grinning like a
schoolboy getting his first sexual adventure. While this may not have been
my first, it was certainly the most intense.  Before this moment, sex had
just been about sex. This was about so much more.

Mark moved his head down and took hold of my neck with his hands. His lips
went to my flesh once more as he sucked and licked ensuring a huge love
bite would soon appear. I'd have a hard time explaining that to the folks
at home. Still I didn't care as he continued his journey downwards. His
hands rubbed and played with every part of my body that his tongue still
hadn't reached. His fingers played with my nipples before his mouth was
clamped over each one in turn. Soaking them. His saliva dripped in rivulets
down my body. My own hands clasped the back of Mark's head, never wanting
this particular journey to end.

He rested his hands at the top of my thighs as he pressed his nose deep
into my still covered crotch. Almost all of the front of my underwear was
wet with my precum. It might have looked like I'd all ready shot a load in
my pants, only for the fact that my dick still gave the game away by it's
continued state of arousal. Strong arousal at that. And now, having Mark's
face separated from my crotch only by the thinnest piece of material, that
arousal was growing by the second.

Reaching his hands up to the waistband of my pants, Mark started to lick at
the tip of my dick through my underwear. His tongue felt like a red hot
poker on my over sensitive head. It felt like my precum was flowing
straight out of my shaft and into his mouth through the cotton of my
shorts.  He began to peel the wet boxer shorts down. Slowly revealing my
rock hard prick, pressed right up against my bush of black curls with my
balls, a little hairy, clenched tight to the base of my shaft.

Even I could smell the odour of my own sex linger in the air as Mark pushed
my shorts down to my ankles to join the heap of denim around my feet. A
mixture of precum and freshly produced sweat as my cock and balls just had
to endure being locked up inside my jeans.

Mark took hold of my throbbing shaft with both hands. He just knelt there
for a while. I watched as he gently stroked my aching shaft with one
hand. Just looking at it. My knob head was covered in a thin layer of
sticky precum that continued oozing out of the tip. I could do nothing but
look down at my best friend, his hands touching my prick.

I rested my hands on top of Mark's head. I ran my fingers through his hair.
I felt his hot breath on my shaft. He moved his lips closer and closer to
my dick. Inquisitively he pressed his pouting lips right on the head of my
cock, smearing my juices across his mouth. I was looking down at him while
he licked his lips. He looked back up at me with a mischievous grin
spreading across his face. I could only grin back at him as I stroked his
face one more time, mentally urging him to get on with what he'd started
down there. He didn't need anymore prompting.

He placed the head of my engorged member inside his mouth, lips clasping
around it. Mark swept his tongue over and around the head of my prick over
and over again. I groaned out, throwing my head back as wave after wave of
ecstasy coursed from the very tip of my prick all the way up my spine with
each and every brush of his tongue. When he'd cleaned the head, Mark
reached his hands around and felt up my ass. He squeezed my cheeks firmly.
Kneading the soft skin before pushing me forward. He loosened the grip of
his lips on my prick and allowed more and more of my shaft to move into his
waiting mouth.

Looking down on him was a sight I'll never be able to get out of my memory.
Just the view of Mark on his knees in front of me, pushing against my
backside, willing more and more of my cock into his mouth is a vision that
threatens to leave me with a permanent erection for the rest of my life.
Here was this guy, my best friend, almost like a brother to me, this
gorgeous hunk of a young man who, up until about half an hour ago, had me
convinced of his total heterosexuality, on the floor giving head. Not just
giving head, but giving head to me. The guy who had fantasised about this
moment for at least the past half year.

My shaft stretched Mark's lips wide as he encouraged more and more of me
deeper inside him. He managed to take about half of my seven inch rod in. I
knew instinctively that this was his first time so I could hardly blame him
for not diving straight in with the deep throat action.  For me, this was
good enough. Christ, for me, just a hand job from this guy would have been
good enough. Mark pumped the remainder of my shaft that he hadn't managed
to fit into his mouth whilst swirling his tongue up, down and around what
he had swallowed.

His spare hand moved to my tightly clenched balls. His finger tips played
with the hairs on my sac as he felt each one. My brain didn't know which
sensation to deal with first. What about the tongue dipping right into my
piss slit right now? How about the fingers carefully tracing the outline of
one of my nuts? And then back to my dick as Mark follows the line of the
big vein on the underside. What could I do except hold onto his short hair
and moan and groan. If we had neighbours close to our cabin, there would
have been no way they were sleeping tonight.

Whilst all this was going on, I glanced down at my buddy. Every once in a
while he would let go of my balls and paw at his crotch through his jeans.
Although his tongue was working over my dick like no other blowjob I'd had
before, the sight of Mark being all locked up in his jeans, desperate to
get out, was almost as bad as the desire I had to shoot a huge wad down his
throat right there and then. So I stroked his stubbly cheeks and tipped his
head back until he made eye contact with me. I swallowed. I was about to
stop him from doing this. I was, albeit momentarily, going to stop the
rhythmic motion of his tongue against my throbbing shaft. The short, sharp
tingles as he lightly danced the tip of his tongue around the edge of my
dick head, in the really sensitive part where the head and shaft meet. The
daring way he would ever so gently scrape the very edge of his teeth
against my throbbing member. He looked so cute down there. Looking up at me
with those big brown eyes and half of my dick inside his throat.

I pulled his head up and he got the message. He pulled his mouth from off
my shaft. It immediately slapped against my belly. Droplets of my precum
mixed with Mark's saliva dripped onto the wooden floor.

Before I had a chance, Mark had reached for the buckle of his belt and was
undoing his jeans. With the speed of an express train he'd unbuckled and
unzipped and had his jeans off and thrown into the corner of the room. His
was wearing plain white boxers. The outline of his dick was abundantly
clear. The material had almost turned transparent as he, just as I had
before, leaked what seemed like gallons and gallons of sweet juice into the
cotton. I kissed him once more as my hand traced all seven and a half
inches of Mark's prick. Underneath I could feel his balls, clenched
tightly, as if being squashed for space by the size of his stiffy and the
lack of space in his shorts. I soon sorted that out.

Taking hold of the waistband of those shorts, I practically ripped them
down. I'd seen Mark naked plenty of times before, but never like this. A
glazed look of excitement crossed his face when his dick was finally
released from the confines of his shorts.

Dropping to my knees I took hold of Mark's throbbing shaft with both hands.
I could feel the energy pulsating through this iron rod. His foreskin was
pulled almost all the way back, revealing the bright red/purple head,
shining in the glowing fire light as precum continued to ooze from it. I
gently grasped Mark's foreskin, pulling it up and over the head of his dick
whilst lightly stroking the shaft with my free hand. At the same time I
moved my lips to this incredible organ. My nostrils filled with Mark's
scent. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as I grazed my moist lips
over the wrinkles and folds of skin covering this ultra sensitive head.

Fondling his big balls, I moved my mouth down on his prick. I savoured the
taste of it as the precum dripped endlessly into my mouth. Like a leaky tap
more and more of his juice flowed into my mouth, dripping effortlessly down
my throat. His velvety soft shaft throbbed against my lips as he stretched
them wide. His fingers crept gently through my short hair, pulling my head
further and further down on his shaft.

Mark fucked my face with his huge tool. Stretching my mouth wider than ever
before. With each push, he pressed his pubes right up against my nose,
allowing me to inhale more and more of his scent as his balls rubbed gently
across my stubbly chin. I reached between his legs. Tracing the line up
from behind his balls, edging up Mark's crack. My finger tips brushed
against a fine line of rough hairs that lined the journey towards his hole.
I felt the folds of puckered skin surrounding his entrance. I could hear
his breathing becoming heavier as I glanced one finger after the other over
his hole. Gently circling the entrance to his love tunnel.  He pulled back
out of my mouth, readying himself for another thrust. He pushed in and so
did I. Mark groaned loudly as I entered him with a finger. I could feel his
ass clench down around me. Momentarily I thought that just this smallest of
anal stimulation had been enough to tip him over the edge. But another
thrust into my mouth. Following by a long push back against my finger told
me differently.

My mind spun with the situation. The feeling of Mark's shaft as he plunged
back and forth into my mouth, wiping himself over my waiting lips each
time.  Feeling his rough pubes press against my skin. Feeling the way my
unshaved chin grazed against his hairy balls. And all this with first one
finger, then two and then finally three, stretching his hole wide open.

He pushed inside and down my throat once again. And stopped. Holding it
there, I waited for the blasts of his hot jism to flow down my throat.
Instead, he reached down and gently stroked my cheeks. Feeling the way they
bulged as my mouth tried desperately to contain all of his throbbing wide
shaft. I looked up at him. He smiled back down at me. His eyes still glazed
over. I felt him move his ass gently around and around on my fingers. I had
an idea what he wanted. He just winked. I reluctantly let his prick out of
my mouth and stood up. I kissed him again briefly. Our tongues
intermingling, me passing the taste of his prick, mixed with his precum
juice and my own saliva into his mouth. He seemed to savour the taste of it
all for a moment. As if considering what should happen next. He kissed me
hard on the lips and walked over to the bed.

If I didn't know what was going on, by the time he reached the bed, I would
have had a pretty good idea. Mark laid down on his front and then raised
himself up on his knees. His tight ass facing towards me. He reached around
to his pert cheeks and spread them. I could see clearly his tight balls
hanging between his legs. His crack and that lining of fine rough hairs and
his hole. Looser than before. Opening ever so slightly, red and waiting. It
didn't take me long to oblige.

Practically running towards the bed, I jumped on top of it just behind
Mark. I put my hands on his hips and moved my head down towards his crack.
Gently I kissed his hole. I waited for a response. He moaned. I did it
again. And again. And again. Layering this most intermit part of my best
friend with small kissed. My tongue traced the outline of his entrance. A
perfect circle.  I could hear Mark hissing gently: "fuck me, fuck me" he
repeated in a low husky whisper again and again.

I pushed my tongue into Mark's hole. Swirling it around and around the
tight entrance, loosening it even further, covering it with my own brand of
lube. I felt him let go of his ass cheeks. His hands now moving to assist
his own cock which I could feel through his ass was pulsing violently,
demanding some stimulation. His cheeks rubbed satisfyingly against my
stubbled face. His ass was soft. He tasted clean and so damn sexy as I
probed further and further up his chute. Gently massaging the walls of his
tunnel with my hole. Flicking in and out of him, going further and further
all the time.

Finally, I couldn't wait for the moment any longer. I pulled out of him and
looked down to see Mark furiously working his cock, his hole gaped, and
dripped with saliva, waiting for me to fill it. With one hand I spread his
ass. I wrapped the other around my own engorged shaft.  Smearing precum all
around the entrance to his whole, slicking him up further still to aid with
my major entrance. I lined myself up. The head of my cock throbbed at his
opening. Mark groaned and moaned and swore at me to get on with it as he
felt the heat of my dick as his entrance. I pushed myself forward, feeling
the head of my dick disappearing up his ass, the tight hole immediately
started to close around me as Mark let out an deep throated shout of
ecstasy as I continued my relentless push forward.

Removing the hand that I had used to guide myself into Mark as more and
more of my shaft went in to the sound of his approving grunts, I reach
around and joined his own hand on my mate's throbbing cock. I lent over his
back and began to nibble on his ear as finally my balls pressed against his
crack, signalling that I had finally got what I wanted. I was in all the
way to the base. Mark breathed heavily, almost panting as we both furiously
worked together on his dick. Precum dripped over both of our hands and down
onto the soft bed sheets underneath us.

My cock twitched and pulsed deep inside him. I needed to cum. I wanted to
cum inside him.  Mark wanted it too. He was practically begging me to fuck
him. Hardly able to get the words out as his breathing became more and more
erratic, concentrating solely on the sex between the two of us. I let go of
his cock, leaving him to go it alone for a while as I took a strong hold on
his hips. Although just about worn out, the adrenalin started to pump and a
fresh strength took over me. I began my journey in and out of my best
friend.

I could literally hear the erotic noise of my cock forcing it's way harder
and deeper into Mark's rectum, pressing the sides of his chute wide open.
Probing the walls of his ass, sliding along inside his deep dark tunnel. My
hairy balls hung heavy and slapped loudly against his crack as we both
continued to groan and moan. A sweat built up between us. Water cascaded
down my chest and dripped into Mark's ass crack, helping my to slide with
ease in and out of him.

Mark shouted to me: "Fuck!". The only words he spoke. I felt the rest as
his hole clenched more tightly around me than anything else I had
experienced before. I couldn't have moved even if I had wanted to continue
my thrusting. The tip of my dick was resting on something deep inside
him. I could literally feel his cock throb and pulse and twitch widely as
stream upon stream of cum was ejected forcefully from his dick. Covering
his hands, shooting up onto his chest and dripping down onto the bed
sheets. It was all I needed to. This super stimulation of the very tip of
my cock, combined with having my shaft enclosed in Mark's amazingly soft
hole was all I could take. Almost in exact time and rhythm with Mark's
orgasm I began to cover the insides of his hole with my own juice.

Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed my entire body as I collapsed onto his
back and Mark, in turn collapsed down onto the bed. His stomach laying his
the pool of his own cum that had dripped onto the bed.

Laying there on the bed without a sound except for the occasional crackling
of the fire and the sound of the timber walls creaking with the breeze
outside, we said nothing for a while. We had moved onto our sides. My dick
still lodged deep inside him. I tried to slip out, but Mark moaned and
pushed back. I stayed where I was.

He drifted off to sleep. My dick was going limp. Still inside his ass as we
lay in the bed. I could hear him breathing gently. He was sound asleep. My
hand gently stroked his chest. I could feel it rise and fall under my
fingertips with each intake and exhaling of the air in his lungs.
Playfully I grazed my fingers over his nipples, enticing him into some kind
of erotic dream as he slept. In my mind I relived the thrill of tonight.


There's another one then. There haven't been very many since the summer,
but this one is a bit special. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm sure that you'll
let me know! If you haven't had the URL of my site, then get in touch and
I'll let you have it. - Jak

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