Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 16:38:09 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: BBC on Campus - Chapter Seventeen

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BBC ON CAMPUS

Chapter Seventeen – Slope Side Sex

Toshi, the tall Japanese man I met at Professor Wang's house at
Thanksgiving, had kept in touch with me one or twice every week since we
met.  His communications were not suggestive, but he periodically texted or
emailed me some item he thought might interest me.  I knew the signs.  He
wanted me.

Intrigued by Toshi's intelligence and calm demeanor, I was willing to let
things unfold.  Older guys wanted to get to know you first and fuck later.
College boys wanted to fuck first and get to know you later.  Provided, of
course, that the sex was hot and the dude didn't look too much worse in the
harsh light of day as compared with the way he looked in the drug and
alcohol haze of the night before.

Toshi visited Westcliffe periodically for meetings on a research project,
and he had a trip planned for the week before Christmas, when the research
team had time available because the University's students were on break.
He was planning a day of skiing when he made the trip.  Montana had great
early season snow, but before Christmas the slopes were largely deserted.
I was happy to join him, and had a suspicion that the day in the mountains
would be followed by a night between the sheets.

Black kids from Chicago didn't do snow sports, so until I went to Harvard I
hadn't been on a ski slope.  But Stian, my Norwegian fuckbuddy for two
years in Cambridge, taught me to snowboard.  I was eager to get back on the
slopes, and looking forward to enjoying western powder in lieu of eastern
ice.

The best ski areas in Montana were around Yellowstone, quite a trek from
Westcliffe, but there was a small, reasonably convenient area outside
Missoula.  I drove up to meet Toshi at the ski area a couple days after
becoming business partners with Max's ass and cock.  Max was alone at the
old gas station where the rock climbers lived, doing whatever college boys
do to decompress after exams and kill time.  And, he undoubtedly was
resting his asshole, which I had been using regularly.

I met Toshi at the base lodge, and was surprised that he wasn't alone.  He
hadn't told me he would be bringing someone, but when I spotted Toshi, he
was with another tall Japanese man, a younger version of himself.  "This is
my son, Koichi," Toshi announced, introducing us.  Koichi looked to be 18,
maybe 20, 22 max.  I quickly did the math and figured Toshi had to be at
least 40.  That was the top of the range I had him down for.  The man
looked damn good.

Koichi could have been his father's twin.  Toshi didn't look his age, and
only subtle differences distinguished the two men.  Close scrutiny
confirmed Koichi was younger, and hipper, too, given the diamond earrings
he wore in both ears and the tattoo on his neck, visible even under his ski
clothes.  Both men were tall for Japanese men.  Koichi's eyes were brighter
and happier than his father's smoldering brown eyes.  He was much readier
to smile.  In all, the normal differences that 20 years brought.

Koichi was a senior at Cal Poly, so that made him my age, maybe a little
younger, although he might have been older, too.  I rode with Toshi on the
first trip up the double lift, and he confided that Koichi had decided last
night, on the spur of the moment, that he wanted to come along for a day of
snowboarding.  Koichi had a separate room at the Westcliffe Hotel, a point
Toshi carefully slipped into the conversation.  Another piece of evidence
suggesting that Toshi planned this trip as more than just a friendly get
together.

Toshi was mystified by his son's impetuous behavior.  I was less surprised,
being a recent college graduate myself and having spent the last four and
half years surrounded by college boys.  Hard to underestimate the relief a
college student feels after exams are finished.  Even harder to
underestimate is the craziness that ensues in the post-exam world of
college students.  A ski trip to Montana on the spur of the moment made
perfect sense to me.

We had a spectacular day for skiing.  Six inches of fresh snow blanketed
the slopes, but the storm that blew through the night before had cleared
out and the sky was bright blue.  The only negative was that we were only
days away from the winter solstice, so the sun was discouragingly low in
the sky.

Nothing is quite like the first run of the ski season.  The sense of
floating on the snow, breathing the cool, crisp air, and flying down a ski
slope while surrounded by incredible mountain scenery – all are stunning
reminders of why snow sports are so great.  I understood the excitement
hard-core skiers and snowboarders felt when strapping on the boards at the
opening of every season, despite snow conditions that were usually
miserable until mid-January.

Koichi and I were on snowboards while Toshi was skiing.  Toshi was a solid
intermediate skier, but Koichi knew his stuff.  The kid had to have been
boarding for years.

By midmorning, Koichi had scoped me out frequently enough that my gaydar
was firing on all cylinders.  But my gaydar wasn't reliable with college
kids.  Some college boys were just curious enough about a 6'5" man with
light black skin and long dreadlocks to stare in the same way a drunk gay
boi with a stiff boner would stare.

Koichi and I were riding the lift together later in the morning when I
asked where he learned to board.  "My mom lives in Colorado," Koichi said,
"so I grew up hitting the slopes almost every Saturday during ski season.
She put me in ski and snowboard classes to keep me out of trouble, which
worked while I was a little kid, but by the time I was in middle school and
high school, the dudes I boarded with were pretty wild.  Plus, a couple of
us hung out with some older shredders that weren't exactly model citizens
and took it upon themselves to corrupt us in every way possible.  I learned
a lot more about drugs and sex from my boarding buddies than I would have
hanging with the kids in Denver that my mom thought were such a bad
influence on me."

Koichi turned to me and gave me an odd, almost challenging smile.  He
added, "Got my butt fucked for the first time when I was 15 by a dude that
was one helluva snowboarder.  He was smoking hot, and he fucked like a
crazy man, just like he boarded.  I couldn't get enough of his cock, or his
friends', either.  Not enough good pussy to be found in ski areas, and I
was happy as a pig in mud to use my holes to help dudes relieve the
pressure on their balls.  Maybe that's why I like boarding so much," he
grinned.  Koichi's sudden, no-holds-barred confession confirmed my gaydar
was working just fine.

When I didn't react with horror to Koichi's revelations of being a gay
slut, he eagerly plunged further and continued describing his sexual
adventures.  "Got fucked by a couple of my mom's boyfriends, too," he said.
"My new stepdad plowed my ass regularly, like weekly for two fucking years,
before he got into her pussy.  Mom and I have the same taste in men.  Hung
dudes that want tight holes and like it rough."

We were well into the `too much information' category.  I didn't feel that
way because I was shocked – I wasn't.  I knew other guys that had had
sex with their sister's or mother's boyfriends.  I knew guys that relished
incest, too, although I suppose Koichi's liaison with his future stepfather
wasn't technically incest because it happened before the guy married
Koichi's mom.  But the only reason for Koichi to relay the details of his
sex life, when he barely knew me, was shock value.  As I said, I wasn't
shocked, but saw no reason for Koichi to understand why not.  No need to
give him any insight into me.

To change the subject, I latched onto the first thing that was unrelated to
sex that came to mind.  Pointing to Koichi's snowboard I asked, "How do you
like that board?"

"It's okay for a rental," Koichi shrugged, his sexual shenanigans forgotten
for the moment.  "You've got a damn nice one," he added.

For an instant, I thought Koichi was talking about my cock, and I glanced
down to make sure it wasn't unusually prominent.  But Koichi wasn't
commenting on my package after all.  He added, "Where did you learn to
board?"

Relieved by the change in the direction of the conversation, I told Koichi
more than I would have normally.  "Well, black kids in Chicago aren't into
snow sports, but at Harvard one of my best friends was a Norwegian guy that
had just retired from the professional snowboard circuit.  He had a
promotional deal where he made appearances and did tricks at a ski area in
the northeast.  For three years he was at the ski area for a week at
Christmas and spring break and for long weekends over MLK Day and
Presidents Day.  Paid tuition that way.  After I met him, he insisted that
I come along and he taught me to board.  I went with him on pretty much
every trip for two years.  He was a great teacher, although I never let him
sucker me into trying the crazy jumps he could do in his sleep."

I didn't tell Koichi that Stian begged me to join him on those trips so he
could get his butt fucked every night.  Stian was a cock connoisseur, and
he treated my big black cock like it was a godsend.  For my part, I saw no
reason to pass up the chance to enjoy the mountains, learn to board, hang
with snowboarding royalty, watch kids idolize Stian, and use his fine,
grade AAA Norwegian ass a couple of times every night.  The ski area picked
up the tab for everything, so Stian and I had a series of free vacations.

"Who was your friend?" Koichi asked, puzzling through who he might be.

"Stian Sandvig," I answered.

"Stian Sandvig!?" Koichi exclaimed excitedly.  "Holy fuck!  I had the
biggest crush on him growing up.  When he medaled at the Olympics, I
watched his runs and the medal ceremony over and over.  I fantasized about
him for days.  Hell, years.  His looks and his long hair gave me endless
jack off material.  I love boarders and I love dudes with long hair."
Koichi gave my dreadlocks a pointed gaze, making sure I knew he found them
hot.

"I should introduce the two of you," I said.  "Stian likes black-haired
dudes."  I didn't tell Koichi that beyond black hair, Stian wasn't
particular – black cocks, Asian cocks, Latin cocks, Middle eastern cocks
– all were fine as long as they could be counted on to fuck his brains
out.

"What's he doing now?" Koichi asked.

"Practicing law in New York," I replied.  "He finished law school last
spring."

"How did you meet at Harvard?" Koichi asked.  "You weren't in law school
with Stian, were you?"

"No, I was an undergrad," I replied, adding, "We knew each other socially."
I feared that Koichi would spend the day pumping me for details about
Stian, but we were at top of the lift so the conversation ended.  Toshi,
Koichi and I were alternating riding together on the double lifts, so it
would be another hour before I rode with Koichi again.  Koichi was a smart
boy, and if my comment about Stian liking black-haired dudes hadn't already
told Toshi what he needed to know, an hour would give him plenty of time to
put two and two together and realize what Stian and I did après-ski.

We broke for lunch and afterwards Koichi announced that he wanted to check
out an area he heard about from a ski patroller.  Reportedly, a short hike
from the top of one of the lifts would get you all the untracked snow in
the trees that you wanted, and almost no one made the hike, so the area was
deserted and the snow pristine.  It sounded fun, but I knew Toshi wasn't up
for it.  He confirmed my suspicions, but also said that he was only going
to do a couple more runs and urged Koichi and me to go together.

The untracked snow in the trees was as good as advertised, and Koichi got
wild, looking for cliffs to jump.  The kid liked air and was good at it
jumps.  It was all I could do to keep up with him.  Maybe I should
introduce Stian and Koichi, I thought.  Stian bemoaned the paucity of good
gay boarders.  He found plenty of dudes willing to experiment on the down
low, but he got tired taking cock from hung-up straight dudes.

"Damn," Koichi said as we rode the lift back up to our hiking point.  "I
can't believe you've only been boarding for three years.  Stian must be one
helluva good teacher."

"He's good at a lot of things.  That's only one of `em," I commented with a
sly smile.

On the next run, we took slightly different paths through the trees and I
was sitting on the slope waiting for Koichi when he landed a huge jump and
then executed a perfect turn and headed toward me.  As he approached, he
appeared to catch an edge, and tumbled into a heap, landing in between my
legs.

Koichi was too good a boarder to make the mistake I had just witnessed, so
I suspected that the crash was intentional.  Of course, it was late in the
day and early in the season, a bad combination, and things happen when your
muscles get stressed.  But my suspicions were confirmed when I caught a
mischievous glint in Koichi's eyes and his hands found my package, buried
under my board pants.

"I bet Stian couldn't keep his hands off this," Koichi said.

A gray wolf never passes up easy prey, and Koichi might as well have been
presented to me on a silver platter.  His stunt got my juices flowing.  The
kid was free and easy, and I was about to nail him.

I gave Koichi a faint smile, letting the tall Asian college boy continue to
massage my dick.  He didn't waste time, fishing my big black cock from my
board pants.

"My God!" he exclaimed.  "This is a cock to die for!"

"Then get your fucking mouth on it and suck," I said.  Koichi gave me a
quick smile and dove onto my cock, swallowing me in no time.

I developed a mild fondness for outdoor sex in public during four years of
fucking my college roommate, David.  The tattooed, ex-Marine muscle stud
from New Orleans wasn't happy if I didn't breed his ass outdoors at least
once a month.  The trees Koichi and I were boarding through were isolated
enough that the risk of being caught was low, although the ski patrol might
decide to check the area at any time.  But I didn't mind the risk.  I had
chanced much more risky situations with David.  I halted Koichi long enough
to kick out of my bindings and give him full access to my cock.  Nothing
like a blow job from a talented mouth with the winter sun warming me.

My cock was not the first dick Koichi had sucked.  And not the first big
tool, either.  The kid took me without a hint of gagging.  Damn.  As he
hungrily slurped on my rod, his dark eyes staring at me, I mentally graded
his effort.  He was right up there with the blow jobs I had gotten from
Jesse and Max.

Koichi wasn't settling for eating a load of my cum, and I wasn't interested
in getting only a blow job.  Koichi wanted my cock in his ass and I was
intent on balling him.  Taking only the slightest break from chowing down
on my fuck tube, and despite the cold temperature, Koichi stripped off his
clothes until he was only wearing his socks and a black jock strap.  He had
a slender, defined body, his skin smooth and tight.  Luckily the sun was
still shining, providing a hint of warmth.

"Dude, you're gonna get fucked," I said.  "Fucked hard."

"Oh, God, yeah," Koichi murmured breathlessly.  "Destroy my ass!"

A power bottom in prime form is amazing.  I had plenty of experience with
good power bottoms, but finding one Koichi's age was rare.  The kid must
have been bottoming throughout his college years, maybe high school, too.
Koichi scrambled around so that he was on his hands and knees, his knees
braced on his snowboard.  He spread his ass cheeks and panted, "Fuck, dude,
shove it in me and ride me like a cheap whore.  Fuck my brains out.  Show
me your big black cock rules."

Koichi's inviting Asian ass, arrayed against a mountainside of fresh white
snow, was too intriguing to pass up.  I dug my boots into the snow to brace
myself and pointed the head of my cock against Koichi's dark hole.  "Fuck
me!" Koichi demanded, "Wreck my ass."

I pressed forward, the head of my cock slipping inside Koichi's hole.  "Oh,
God, yes," Koichi cried.  "You feel amazing.  Fuck my ass!"  I powered my
fuck rod farther and farther inside Koichi's ass, until my pubes touched
his smooth butt cheeks.

"Oh, God your black monster is huge," Koichi groaned.  "It feels
incredible.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he begged.

Gripping Koichi's hips, I pulled his ass back at the same time I rammed my
cock forward, eliciting a happy moan from the Asian college stud.  He had
taken my cock without any sign of distress.  The boy was a slut, used to
sucking cock, used to taking dick and used to being fucked hard.  Over and
over he begged me to pound his ass.

I began to pump in and out of Koichi's butt.  Koichi's ski parka was on the
snow in front of him, and he buried his bare shoulders and his head in his
coat, raising his ass and demanding that I pummel him.  His smooth back was
graced by a spectacular tattoo of a pair of wings that rose from deep in
his ass crack and spread across much of his back.  Each time I pounded into
him, his bubble butt made the base of the wings flutter.

Despite the faint rays of the sun warming my back, it was cold enough that
I wasn't going to draw this fuck out.  I'm usually indifferent to whether a
bottom is enjoying a fuck or just tolerating it, but Koichi was clearly
into it and his enthusiasm and excitement turned me on.  He made no move to
touch his jock-strap imprisoned cock, so I didn't either, instead keeping
my hands clamped on his narrow hips and using them to slam his hole onto my
bull cock as I rammed forward.

"Breed me like a bitch," Koichi moaned.  "Use my ass!  You own it!  Fuck
me!"

I piston fucked the Asian slut, my cock slamming into him in quick,
staccato bursts as I felt my nut build.  For several long moments, I
teetered on edge, close to blasting a load and seeding Koichi.  Suddenly my
balls pumped and my cock fired.  Cum blasted deep into Koichi's pussy.  The
Japanese snowboarder gasped and said, "Oh, yeah, God, yeah."

My balls rapidly drained into Koichi's hole.  I caught my breath.  Koichi's
fuck chute felt awesome clamped around my cock.  Only the cold weather
deterred me from fucking Koichi again, but after a few minutes, I pulled
out.  It was getting late, and I knew the ski patrol would be making a run
through the trees at the end of the day to check the slopes.

Koichi stayed on his knees, his head still buried in his coat.  His gaping
asshole spasmed several times, and a line of cum dripped from his used
hole.  The Asian bottom stuck a long finger in his pussy, coated it with
cum and then brought it to his mouth, sucking his cum coated finger and
moaning as he tasted my man juice.  If it hadn't been so cold, I think he
would have stayed where he was for a long spell, relishing the feeling of
his ass being seeded and abused by my cock.  But after a minute or two of
working his puckered hole, Koichi reached for his clothes and quickly
pulled them on.

"Fuck, that was hot," Koichi said as we stepped back into our bindings and
headed down the hill.  "I've been fucked half a dozen times on ski slopes,
but damn, dude, none of `em compare to this."  Neither of us had the energy
to try any more jumps or stunts, and it was late enough in the day that we
joined Toshi in the lodge.

					* * *

As I headed back to Westcliffe, I decided it probably didn't make sense to
introduce Stian and Koichi after all.  Two confirmed power bottoms would
just frustrate each other.  Maybe after the first of the year I would
explore a snowboarding trip with the two of them.  A threesome could be
hot.  But, while I liked to dump four or five loads a day, keeping one
insatiable bottom happy was demanding enough, let alone two.  Maybe we
would have to find another top with a big dick and plentiful balls and make
it a foursome.  That would have the added advantage of ensuring Stian and
Koichi's boy cunts were even sloppier and juicier, and spread farther for
my cock.  The challenge would be finding time to snowboard.


TO BE CONTINUED...

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Look for Chapter Eighteen in another week or two.  But we are entering the
home stretch of the story...

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