Date: Wed, 24 May 2006 15:55:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hosed Dude <osuhoseboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Snowmen, Part 2

"Me."  He had said.  He was laying on his bed, and I was in the chair next
to it, my feet up on the ends of his mattress and he had turned to look at
me, making direct eye contact.  Ryan and I had taken jobs at the same
resort for the duration of the winter, and had already in the first two
weeks realized how hard it would be to go without sex for the duration of
the job, which was almost required because there weren't any girls working
on the mountain and the punishment for sleeping with a guest was beyond
severe.  That was when Ryan had offered a solution.

"You want me to have sex with you?"  I asked him.

"I just figure, we both know how horny we are and this is just the second
week.  We have five months we're going to be stuck here, and we're only
going to get hornier and hornier.  But you and I could... take care of each
other," he said.

"Take care of each other?" I said. I must really have been horny because I
think had a friend of mine back home offered to have gay sex with me I'd
have called him a fag and stormed out of the room.  But for some reason I
was willing to hear him out.

"Yeah man, I mean, you could at least try it, see if it's something you'd
be interested in doing to take care of the problem."

"Try it? Have you hever tried it?" I asked him.

"Once," he said.  "I was at a party in college, but I was pretty drunk. Kid
from my writing class was letting me stay on his couch and we both started
fooling around," This was when I knew I was horny cause I was definitely
getting turned on by the mental image.

"What did you guys do?" I asked him.  Ryan gave me a sly smile.  He got up
from the bed and headed over to lock his room door.  He approached me at
the chair and pressed on my legs, getting me to set them down from the bed,
and he leaned in, sliding himself on top of me in the chair and getting his
face close up to mine.

"First, this," he said, his breath hot against my face as he pressed his
lips against mine.  It felt different, weird, but there was something
really hot about it so I returned, pressing against him and slowly opening
my lips to allow his tounge into my mouth.  I knew my whole body was stiff
so I tried my best to relax as he stopped kissing me and started to nibble
on my ear.  He blew a little bit of air into my ear and I felt his tongue
slip into it for a second too.

"Then what did you do?" I whispered into his ear.

"This," he said, slipping his hands under the tail of my shirt and sliding
it off my torso.  He leaned back so I could do the same for him and he
pressed his bare chest against mine, kissing me again on the lips.

I moaned as our tounges met again and could feel the skin of my torso
tingle as he ran his index finger down my bare chest, finding his way to
the fly of my pants, which he didn't undo but instead grasped onto with the
rest of his hand and pulled, bringing me with him as he leaned back from
the chair and stood up, sliding us both ontop of his bed. Our lips met
again and we continued just making out for a good five minutes.  I could
feel the erection in my pants pressing hard against his and mine had begun
seeping out a little bit of precum.

I jumped a little as he ran his hand back down my chest and this time
continued under the waistband, finding my cock with his fingers and gently
running them up and down the shaft before moving into a more fluid stroking
motion.  I followed suit, sliding my own hand into his pants.

I froze for just a second before touching his cock.  I knew I had already
crossed the line into some unknown territory for me when Ryan and I began
making out but to actually put my hand on another guy's junk was something
I had never considered when the add for Crystal Mountain said it would be
an adventure.  Still, at this point the boy had me too worked up to stop so
I finally just took a breath and reached out for it.  It was actually a
little anticlimactic for me because once I actually touched it, the rooms
didn't shake, I didn't feel the world change, it didn't feel that different
at all aside from the pleasant feeling of having Ryan stroking my own dick
at the same time.

Ryan slowed his stroking down and gently pulled his hand out of my pants,
he rolled to the side a bit an lay next to me on the bed, caressing my face
with the same hand he'd just had on my cock, and then he kissed me again on
the lips before looking me in the eyes.

"This is it," he said.  "that's as far as I went with that other guy."  He
looked a little scared now.  Twenty minutes ago when we first started
making out, Ryan had taken charge and pushed me into the zone but now he
had reached the threshold and I could tell he didn't know whether or not he
could lead the way any longer.

I slid my hand out of his pants and I placed my thumb on his chin pressing
the tip against his lower lip, then I leaned in and kissed him.  We didn't
break from it for several more minutes, and by that time I had rolled him
over onto his back and was on top of him.  I slid my body down his and when
I got to his lower torso I ran my hand across the waistband of his pants,
sliding my thumb down and undoing the fly.

Realizing what I was doing, Ryan slid his pants down off of his waist and
pulled down the waistband of his boxers, letting his cock be visible for
the first time to me.  It was the first time I had ever seen one that close
up before.  I ran my hand across it in full view and saw it twitch, as it
stood up, as hard as mine was in my own pants.  I straddled him and leaned
back, grasping his cock with both hands like it was the joystick to an
airplane and slowly slid my hands up and down it.

Ryan reached up between my arms, which I spread out letting go of his dick
as he began to unbutton my pants.  I slid them off my legs as he kicked his
off as well.  I moved up to be laying next to him again, both of us naked
except for our socks and again we started making out, but this time we
rubbed our naked cocks up against each other as we pressed our bodies
together.  As we began grinding our hips into each other's the feeling of
his cock twitching and pulsing against my stomach made my own do the same.
Our lips were constantly finding each other again and finally I could feel
his warm semen spurt out onto my chest and his body spasm against me.  My
own orgasm erupted out of me and shots of our cum mixed together on our
chests and our breathing began to slow down.

He kissed me one last time on the lips before rolling over on the bed,
inviting me to spoon up against him.  My now softening cock lay slightly in
the crack of his ass but neither of adjusted our bodies to remove it.  He
reached for my hand and slid it across his shoulder and we both remained
there for a while without speaking, just cuddled up together on his bed.

"Beats walking in the snow," Ryan said, finally breaking the silence and we
both began to laugh.  I leaned over and gave him another kiss, but then a
sudden realization came over me.

"Fuck!" I said. And pulled away from him.

"Oh no.  Don't start freaking out on me now, we were just two guys helping
each other out," He said.  I wondered if the guy before had freaked out on
him, which would explain why they stopped before the good part.

"No, it's not that, it's this," I said, and ran my hand along his cum
soaked chest.  "How the hell are we supposed to get this shit off?"

"Shower?" He said.

"How are we supposed to get there like this?" I said.  Ryan quickly jumped
up and grabbed his boxer shorts from the floor and threw mine to me.  He
pulled them on and I did the same.  He stood at his door, took a deep
breath and peeked down the hallway.

"There's no one out there.  We can make a run for it," Ryan said.

"Let's do it separately," I said.  "That way if someone catches us in the
hall we can at least play it off like we were just spanking it and got out
of control."

"Good idea," Ryan said.

He took a deep breath and he slipped out the door, running down the hall.
I listened closely at the door to hear the sounds of someone else coming
out of their rooms, but Ryan had clearly made it as I heard the shower door
opening and closing.  I took my own deep breath and took off down the hall
too.  Like Ryan, I made it all the way down the hall without being caught.

I opened the shower door and ran in, where I ran smack dab into Ryan, who
was standing in the middle of the room which contained the shower stalls.
He was looking at Mark who had apparently just stepped out of a shower
stall and, upon seeing me, fixed his eyes on the drying cum on both of our
chests.

"well, look what we have here," He said, walking up to both of us.  "Were
you guys doing a little re-enactment of Brokeback Mountain?"

I trembled a bit, I wanted to run away, but I was terrified.  I knew for
sure that Mark was going to go tell all the other guys he'd discovered that
Ryan and I were fags and they probably would chase us off the mountain.  He
glared into my eyes and I couldn't break his gaze no matter how much I
wanted to.

This was when Ryan and I realized that Mark wasn't alone in the bathroom.
Out of the showers came a completely naked Liam.  He walked up to Mark and
the two of them leaned in to each other to kiss. As they kissed, Mark ran
his hand down the other boy's thigh and did a once-over stroke across his
dick. Liam looked at us and he licked his lips "Good news, Liam," Mark
said. "It looks like two of the newbie's have officially made Snowmen."


Thanks for reading chapter 2! There is more where this came from, so keep
reading and keep sending me feedback.  Thanks to all the guys who wrote me
with the kind words about chapter 1.  OsuHoseBoy@yahoo.com