Subject: STORY: Gay 072, 1 of 1: Young Winter Lovers
From: Warren Williams <warren@sideways.welly.gen.nz>
Date: Fri, 19 Mar 93 02:38:52 +1300
Organization: Sideways Bulletin Board, Lower Hutt, New Zealand

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Subject: STORY: Young Winter Lovers
Date: 27 Feb 92 15:39:17 GMT

        YOUNG WINTER LOVERS by Chris Campbell  Copywrited 1990

                    From The Christopher Street BBS

     Our breath hung in the air as we started down the steep slope
toward the campsite.  The fresh powder snow was about a foot deep and
swirled behind us as we dropped rapidly down the mountainside.  The
Grand Teton mountains at the time of the year were cold and
breathtaking.  To a couple of fifteen year olds this was as close to
perfection as you could get.  Within a few minutes our last run for
the day would be over and we would be in camp.

     Camp was the bare essentials brought in on our snow- mobiles.  It
was snuggled between two huge pine trees whose massive boughs came
down to the snow level.  Between the two we had built a campfire site. 
Under the larger of the two trees we had dug a tunnel to gain access
to the clear, pine-needle covered, ground near the trunk and here we
had our sleeping bags.

     Danny and I had been winter camping like this since we were
thirteen years old.  We had met our first year in junior high school
and rapidly became best friends.  We talked about everything and when
we started showing signs of puberty we talked about that too.  We
showed each other our changing pubic hair. We jerked off together to
see who came first and with the most. Finally, we became sex partners.

     Sitting there next to the campfire drinking our hot tea and
digesting dinner we talked until it was dark.  We talked about sex,
television, girls, music, drugs, friends, booze, parents, and school.
And when we ran out of things to talk about, we just started over and
covered the same subjects again.  The one thing we didn't talk about
was our sex lives together and the private love we shared.

     We fixed another big cup of tea with honey and whiskey and
started to arrange things for the night.  We laid clean socks and
towels in the frying pan to warm by the fire.  We spread our sleeping
bag under the tree.  It was actually two bags zipped together to make
one larger one.  We heaped extra wood on the fire and it grew to a
good size blaze as we finished our spiked tea.

     Like a ritual, as we finished are drink, we stood and began to
undress.  First our jackets and shirts.  Next came our ski boots and
socks.  Finally, we both slipped out of our pants and underwear. 
Gathering up our clothes we shoved them quickly into the duffle bag on
the snow mobile.

     Just as fast, we grabbed hands full of snow and started throwing
it on each other.  Laughing like a bunch of crazy kids we chased each
other around the trees, into the woods, and into the deep powder snow. 
Showering each other with snow, we soon began pushing and shoving each
other into the deeper drifts and rubbing the cold snow into each
other's bare skin.  It wasn't long until we were also wrestling with
each other, trying to see who could rub whose face the most.

     Finally, freezing from the cold snow we grabbed the towels and
socks and dried off quickly.  We dove into the sleeping bag and pulled
it way up over our heads.  We groped for each other, embracing each
other's cold body.  I kissed him on his cold lips, tasting his warm
tongue in my mouth.  His cold hands reached for my cold ass.  We both
wanted to get warm.

     We both wanted to fuck, but our dicks were too cold.  It was
always like this and gradually we moved so we could suck each other in
comfort.  We joked with each other about how cold we each felt to one
another.  I took his dick and balls into my mouth.  His dick was so
cold and shrunken.  The head was the coldest and I moved my tongue
around it, warming it slowly with the heat of my mouth.  His balls
were retracted so much that the ridges in the skin were easily counted
with the tip of my tongue.

     Gradually we both began to awaken under the gentle warm attention
we received from each other's hot tongues.  Our frozen little dicks
began to stiffen and our balls were dropped out to leave room for the
growing passion poles.  We began to stroke each other's enlarged shaft
up and down between our lips.  Then just as we were really getting
going we moved to each other's balls.  Then we shifted again so that I
had access to the very cold cheeks of his ass.

     As I began licking his cheek I felt his tongue and his hands
fondling my aroused shaft.  I explored the whole soft area of his
cheeks and finally ended at his butt hole.  Here, I spread his cheek
wide and moistened the area and then plunged my tongue completely
inside the warm opening.  At the same time I could feel his tongue
exploring the inside of my belly button and his hands still
manipulating my harden shaft.

     We shifted again so that I was laying atop of him and had easy
access to his butt-hole.  As he spread his legs, I guided my dick to
the entrance to his waiting passion hole and slowly pushed my way in. 
He raised his buttocks to meet my sinking shaft.  I gripped his shaft
with my hand and tried to jerk him off as I pumped in and out.  He
pushed my hand aside and turned his head so we could kiss.

     With each plunge I got closer to climax and he increased the
speed of his hand.  My balls slapped his cheeks as I pumped in and
out. My hands explored his balls and the hair around his shaft.  My
teeth bite gently into his ear lobe and our breath warmed the sleeping
bag.  Suddenly, I was seconds from climax and I slammed into him
without mercy, squeezing his balls tightly, and biting him ear hard, I
spewed my load deep within him.

      As my shaft emptied it's self, I withdrew and rolled so that I
was now mounted from behind.  I felt his hard shaft slowly invade my
rear and the searing heat reach deep into my insides. I pushed my
buttocks into the air so that he could penetrate even deeper.  As he
began pumping in and out, I could feel him growing within me.  His
arms reached under my chest to pull me closer and now I turned my head
looking for his warm lips and hot tounge.

     The fury of his passion was growing and his cock was now driving
into my bowels with lighting speed.  My passion was also beginning to
grow again but I knew it would never catch up as he heaved against me. 
I stroked my shaft rapidly and felt his balls almost slapping my own. 
Then, I felt his shaft stiffen inside me and plunge inward, swelling,
and shooting hot fire into my innards.  He stayed there, buried deeply
inside, hugging me tightly to him from behind.

     After a few minutes we shifted so that our hot, sweaty, bodies
laid facing each other.  We hugged, kissed, stroked each other softly,
and whispered our love.  What we had not talked about at the campfire
we now discussed freely.  We now talked about OUR sex, OUR passion for
each other, and OUR fear about being caught or being homosexual.  We
knew no one would approve, because we didn't approve.  We didn't think
we were homosexual but we knew others would think that.

     We laid there in each others arms talking for a long time about
our love.  We talked about the future when we would still love each
other but would only have sex with our wives.  As time went by we
again became aroused and we shifted so we had easy access to one
another.  We sucked each other to climax and then feel asleep in each
others arms.