Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 16:36:09 -0700
From: Jim Cook <Jim_Cook7@msn.com>
Subject: My life story in as "FEW WORDS" as possible / Chapter #6 "Hoilday On Ice"

       My Life Story,In As Few Words As possible
       BY JIM COOK


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       DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS TRUE, ONLY A FEW OF THE LAST NAMES ARE
MADE UP (AS I HAVE FORGOTTEN THEM)

       WARNING: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE (18) TO READ THIS PLEASE LEAVE
NOW...SORRY


        CHAPTER 6

    "Holiday on Ice"


        "Of course, we'll leave some tickets at the will call window, you
can pick them up when you get to the sports arena" George happily
offered. The rest of the table nodded in agreement.
        During a short lull in Andy's seating and cashiering duties, I
managed to introduce the members of 'Holiday on Ice' to Andy. On learning
they were from Holiday on Ice, Andy sent two bottles of champagne over to
the table.
        He praised their performance in the show, having gone to see it
opening night. Telling them he goes every year, on opening night. Andy very
much regretted that he would be unable to attend the show this evening, as
he had a large group of people booked for a birthday party.
        Having enjoyed the champagne Andy had sent to their table and
promising tickets at the will call window, the group left taking enough
carry out containers with them to feed half the cast members.
        "Well Jim you lucked out, with my dishwasher back you're out of a
job" Andy chuckled, adding "And that my friend...leaves you free to use
those tickets tonight. And by the way you'll love the show; it's one of
their best". Even though I had finished my lunch, I stayed, visiting with
Andy. It was late in the afternoon before I left. Having said our
good-bye's I was very surprised when Andy slipped me a folded Mark bill as
I was headed out the door. Turning and holding up the bill, "Huh...what's
this for?" I asked puzzled.
        "Just take it and be quiet, Jim. Besides you came in when you
really didn't, or shouldn't have had to. I really do appreciate that
Jim. And besides...you'll need a little spending money at the show tonight"
Andy told me in an almost fatherly way. Unable to argue with Andy and win,
I just thanked him, pocketed the bill and headed back to the hotel.
        Down in the lobby I told Manny and Helmut about meeting some of the
Holiday on ice cast members.  They seemed dooly impressed, especially after
I told them about the complementary tickets. Before going up to my room to
bathe and get ready for tonight, I ask Helmut to please check on the trains
to Rome for me, as he had a train schedule there at the desk.
        Refreshed from the bath, I dried my hair before using my razor
(electric) and dressing. Deciding to appear as German as possible, I donned
my recently purchased shirt, slacks, and shoes. Back down at the front
desk, Helmut had jotted down several trains and there departure times. Two
trains, although not Trans European Expresses, had first class and were
express trains. Thanking Helmut for his effort, I pocketed the slip of
paper and left to wander around looking for a place to grab a quick bite to
eat before the show.
        The evening air was warm, even a little humid, but; a slight breeze
kept you very comfortable. The Sport Halle was quite crowded, even for a
Sunday night. After attempting a little mental translating, "Will Call'; I
had to finally ask someone. Oh yeah, "Werden Rufen". Well, well...I was
pleasantly rewarded when the young lady at the window handed me a small
envelope with 'Jim Cook' scribbled across the front. The envelope contained
two tickets as promised.
        By just looking at the tickets I had no idea where the seats were
located. The seating sections and numberings left me quite
confused. Different colored blocks, alphabetized and numbered. Finally I
gave up and just handed an usher my ticket. The grand surprise came when
the usher, a handsome young lady, walked me down onto the main floor and to
a seat in the first row facing the ice. Damn front row center ice, these
had to be real VIP seats.
        The main bright over head lights dimmed out, leaving only a very
subdued light over the doorways and down the rows of seats, as people were
still being seated. Soft music could be heard filling the arena, as the
last people took their seats. The musical interlude having gone on for some
fifteen minutes, faded as did the lights.  The entire arena was enveloped
in a very hushed darkness.
        "Happy Holidays..........Happy Holidays......(The music of the old
favorite Christmas song rose in volume).......While The Merry Bells Keep
Ringing.....May Your Every Wish Come True".......... "Happy
Holidays.......Happy Holidays......May The Calendar Keep Ringing.....Happy
Holidays To You......." As The song continued, light blue and white lights
over the ice slowly brightened. The entire ice and even floor of the arena
was filled with snow flakes (extremely tiny bubbles).
        The scene on the ice was beautiful, Christmas card perfect. The
stage curtain looked like the front of Christmas card, with a large cut out
circle trimmed in red and gold. Looking Inside the circle, the scene was of
guys skiing down a slope, but; frozen in place. On the ice a huge sleigh,
with a beautifully gowned snow queen sitting inside, surrounded by couples
scattered about the ice. Everyone dressed in white, and trimmed with white
fur, their costumes studded with sparkling diamonds. Everyone and
everything, except the falling snow, was frozen in place.
        The music smoothly transitioned into "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let
It Snow", and it did. The couples began slowly waltzing about, as the
sleigh, pulled by horse costumed skaters, made its way around the ice. This
was a fantastic way to open an ice show. The Christmas card curtain opened
revealing two ramps, each ramp filled with "Skiers". The music changed to
"It Happened In Sun valley", as the skiers descended the ramps and out onto
the ice.  And the show only got better. Before I knew it, it was
intermission. Where did the time go?
        A glass of beer and a cigarette later, the second half of the show
began. Even though I had heard of "Ice Capades" in the states, I had never
gone to see an ice show before. This was turning into an exceptional
evening's entertainment.
        The latter half of the show was excellent. The opening number after
the intermission, was a story on ice of a sailor on leave in Hong
Kong. Performed in the Gilbert and Sullivan operatic style. All through the
show were solo's by different Olympic champions, male and female. Some very
good comedy skating teams, had me laughing until my sides hurt.
        The finale was outstanding. The theme was "Paris 1900", complete
with lighted old motor touring cars, the Eiffel tower, and climaxing with
the entire chorus line doing the famous "Can Can". For their final bow each
star was brought out in one of the antique style touring cars, and gave a
quick jump or spin. Holding hands they skated around the ice, before lining
up at front header boards and waving to the audience. The lights then went
out, to thunderous applause. Wow...what a great performance, I was very
impressed.
        Being the pack rat that I am, at least when it comes to
souvenirs. I slipped the tickets back in their envelope to save. In doing
so, I noticed a message written on the back of the envelope. "Jim, after
the show come around to the artiste's entrance...wait for us." How did I
miss seeing that before, I wondered? I guess in my excitement to check the
tickets; I had paid little attention to anything else.
        In trying to find the 'Artiste's' stage door, I must have walked
around almost the whole building. Finally locating the guarded door, I lit
a cigarette and waited. After waiting and smoking, smoking and waiting, I
glanced at my watch. Almost forty-five minutes had gone by.
        As I began to wonder if they were ever coming out, the door
opened. George stuck his head out, motioning for me to follow him. The
guard, smiling stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The backstage area was
filled with large blue crates, stenciled with different letters and numbers
in white paint. Racks of the costumes were lined up by what appeared to be
the dressing rooms. The cast members were rushing about in bathrobes. Some
still had their make-up on. A couple of the kids I recognized from the
restaurant, waved as they hurried by. Guiding me over to a chair by a snack
bar for the troupe, George asked if I'd like anything while I waited. "No,
I'm fine" I said taking a seat.
        "I'm off to grab a shower and get dressed, shouldn't take me long"
George added, scurrying off. I sat in awe watching the hustle and bustle of
life back stage. This was an entirely new experience. Slowly all of the
robes were exchanged for street clothes, after the cast had showered and
dressed.
        The guy from Florida, whose name I had already forgotten, and the
English kids came over and pulled up chairs. We were all now waiting for
George. To kill time, I think, they asked about the different clubs I had
been to. When I told them not any really, not wanting to mentions the gay
dance club, they volunteered to show me a very nice one. To my dismay, they
were leaving on a noon train tomorrow.
        Standing out front, waiting to hail a taxi, I learned that a fair
amount of the cast live in travel trailers and would be pulling out
tonight, only a couple would wait and leave in the morning with the caravan
of trucks.
        The Taxi ride proved interesting, as we passed my hotel. We turned
on the same street as the gay club I've been going to; only instead of
turning right we turned felt. I had to chuckle to my self. We were less
than four blocks from my hotel. Half a block up the street, we pulled to
the curb. The place looked familiar, not that I had been inside, but;
having walked by on one of my forays to the American Express office.
        As we all piled out, Tina one of the English kids, paid the taxi
driver. The club, although very nicely decorated, was some what lacking
compared to the gay club. Not having paid any part of the taxi fare, I felt
a little obligated, so I bought the first round of drinks. George and I sat
talking while the others danced. Without actually telling me, I found that
George was defiantly gay. It became very clear as soon as he mentioned how
'hot' the bartender was, and what he would do with him if given the chance.
        I was a little surprised at the amount of booze they managed to
consume, while not appearing the least intoxicated. When I inquired of
George, he simply shrugged, adding with a wink "Practice". Tina, having
worn out a couple guys on the dance floor, came back to the table begging
me to succumb to the same state of exhaustion. After four songs I managed
to convince Tina returning to the table was in our best interest, well at
least in mine.
        With the two am hour approaching, most felt it was time to call it
a night. George however had other ideas, wanting to try one of the gay
clubs. Hearing a groan from the others, George knew he was on his own.
"Jim, you don't have an early train to catch, how's about you coming with
me?" George almost pleaded, adding... "I'll even pay...the
Taxi...everything. It's just no fun going alone." His head tilted down a
little, those puppy dog brown eyes looking up begging, how could I
refuse. He had the whole table was chuckling with his little performance.
        Handing him a napkin to dab his pretended tears, "Yes George,
yes...just no more tears...please" I replied with as much mock sincerity as
I could muster. The rest of the group, after reminding George not to stay
late, departed. Tina and the kids, before leaving, expressed their pleasure
at having met me. Sorry that it was just as they were moving on to
Lausanne. Knowing I planned to go on to Rome in the next day or so, they
offered to find a way to put me up if I stopped over in Lausanne on my way
south.
        Out on the street, it had rained, just a little summer shower. I
love the scent in the air right after a rain, a sweet musk smell. The few
puddles reflecting the neon lights had the sidewalk sparkling like a
Christmas tree.
        George was a bit surprised that just up the same street was a gay
club. After explaining my reluctance to admit going there in front of the
others, not wanting them to know I was gay. George nodded his
understanding, but; informed me almost half the show was gay, and being gay
was in no way a problem.
        My earlier assumption, that this club was nicer than the straight
one. Was confirmed when George, after sipping his beer, said "Better...much
better club, even the music is better." "Leave it to us gays" he giggled.
Even though I was still tired out from the workout Tina gave me, I managed
to dance a few songs with George.
        Sitting at the far end of the bar, away from the loudest music, he
and I were able to converse in relative peace and quiet. We told each other
our life stories. Turns out we weren't reared all that differently, both of
us being brought up in upper middle class southern California homes, just
at opposite ends of the LA basin.
        "Ah...um...you...ah...wanna come back to my hotel...with me, Jim?"
the hesitation in George's voice, told me he wasn't at all sure of my
answer. I must admit his offer caught me a bit off guard. Oh...hell why
not, I thought, it might take my mind off Heinz.
        "Sure..., back at the show, I kinda wondered just what you were
hiding under your robe anyway" I chuckled, squeezing his knee, hoping my
lighted hearted answer would ease his nerves. Although he had said, "I'll
pay for everything", I paid for the two beers we downed before going
outside to wait for a taxi. It hadn't rained again that I could tell,
however; that sweet musk smell still lingered in the air.
        I didn't really think of having sex with George, in fact it never
crossed mind (well maybe once at the restaurant) before tonight. His hotel,
The Leopold, was small and on the opposite side of the train station from
mine. No lobby to speak of, the small opening in the wall next to the lift
appeared to be the check-in desk.
        Unlike my hotel during night hours, the check-in counter was
darkened and unoccupied. Using the lift, we got off on the third floor; his
room lay at the end of a short hallway. Two twin type beds, a small sink,
and a closet completed the room's furnishings. Oh, and two straight back
chairs. "If you need the bathroom, it's to the left down the hall." George
offered, seeming to apologize for not having a room with a bath. Two open
suitcases on the still made up bed made it clear he was almost packed, for
his morning departure.
        An awkward moment, as we both stood wondering what to do next. To
ease tension I started removing my shirt. With a slight smile he nodded,
and began to follow my lead. When we reached the underwear we froze, who
would be first to slip them off? This time he took the initiative, letting
his drop to the floor.
        There he stood; his flaccid uncircumcised penis hung what looked to
be about five inches over a nice set of balls. His foreskin only reached
half way over the head of a plump cock. Catching me staring, "Well...your
turn" he snickered.
        "Umm...nice cock" I replied, grasping it while slowly slipping his
foreskin back and forth with one hand. I pushed my shorts down and off with
the other. With suitcases on the one bed, George pulled me down on the
other, using my dick as a tow bar.
         Working his cock, the foreskin almost disappeared as it grew
hard. His cock while about an inch shorter than mine was twice as fat. The
precum oozing from George's little george, coated my hand and fingers. I
don't know exactly why, but; I love cocks that 'leak', and the more the
better. I leak some, however; not nearly as much as I wished I did, damn
it.
        After wrestling around a bit, we settled into a nice
sixty-nine. While I sucked and licked up his juice, he sent chills through
me by his deep throat treatment of my cock. Having always been proud of my
almost eight and a half inches, I couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised
by the ease with which George managed to swallow my hard cock. We humped
each others mouths, ever faster and deeper.
        The low groans emitted by George told me he was enjoying my meat,
maybe even as much as I liked sucking his. Not to mention the free flowing
cock syrup I was devouring as quickly as he produced it. I found my moans
matching his. With my nose buried in his thick pubic bush, I inhaled his
aroma, liking it to a musky male aphrodisiac. The pitch of our frenzied sex
built to a point of no return. Although I'd wanted to explore other avenues
in our sex, our climaxes were building too fast to change mid stream.
        Feeling the cum begin to boil my balls pulled up tight, ready to
explode. Aware of this George sucked harder, milking my cock with his
throat mussels. Swirling his tongue faster, he worked to suck the nectar
from my family jewels. His cock throbbing, George neared his own eruption,
fucking my mouth with quick deliberate strokes. Moaning George grabbed my
ass burying my cock as deep in his throat as he could.
        As I began spewing my essence down his throat, my climax pushing
George over the edge as well, he roughly ground his meat into my own
throat. My nose snuggled down in his balls; I could feel his already fat
cock expand even more. With throbbing jerks his cock began pumping cum down
my gullet, accompanied by my own whimpering.
        As all the squirts of cum flowed directly down into my stomach, I
was unable to taste any of my reward.  I found myself however needing to
breathe, in the worst way. Which was proving impossible with a cock spewing
cum lodged in the back of your throat? Fortunately for me the spasms
emanating from his cock were subsiding, allowing me to slide the head back
up into my mouth, tasting his cum for the first time, Yummm.
        Slipping my cock from his mouth, he scooted up, sharing some of my
cum with me in a very wet sloppy kiss. Finishing our little cum swap, I
licked my lips, then his. Passing a cigarette between us, George said
chuckling, "Sorry we didn't meet when I first arrived here in Berlin; this
last week would've been a whole lot of more fun." Ah yes...I bet it would
have, I smiled to myself.
        I could tell George was about to nod off, as it was already quite
late. Settling down into the crooke of his arm, I was about to join him in
peaceful slumber. "Night..." I whispered slipping away, per chance to
dream.
        KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK, "George, seven thirty...up and at it" a nice
sounding female voice came through the door. The drinks at the bar, not to
mention the late night sex, left us so exhausted we never moved nor changed
positions during the night. Opening my eyes, one at a time, my gaze fell on
George's sexy smile.  Moving apart a little we sat up facing the new day,
both of us grinning ear to ear.
        "What time must you be at the station in order to catch your
train?" I inquired, adding "Tina said something about noon, last night."
        "Bingo...that's the magic hour, twelve...twelve ten to be exact,
BUT...because I'm already packed I need not run around like a chicken with
my head cut off...getting ready. I have the whole morning free to play, due
to my shrewd planning" he chuckled with a wink. "Wanna...Fuck, I do have a
little time", he added wiggling his eyebrows?
        "Ah...a man after my own heart" I quipped back, with a little
snicker.
        "It's not your heart I'm after" George shot back, slapping my still
naked butt.
        Checking, making sure the door was locked; we slipped back under
the covers of last night's sex arena.  With his question, "Wanna...Fuck?" I
kind of assumed he was planning on sticking his cock in my warm ass.  Being
the cock lover that I am, I felt my pucker twitch.
        To my surprise he lubed his own little rose bud, while smearing and
lathering up my cock. My fingers probed his tight little anus. Lifting his
legs to my shoulders, I continued finger fucking him. When his hip
movements and heavy sighs let me know he worked up enough, I circled his
flexing hole with the head of my leaking cock. Slowly, gently I pushed on
through his quivering sphincter mussel. Easing myself deeper into the
depths of his firm butt, I joined his chorus of moans. "OHhhhhh...yeah" I
breathed in his ear.
        Our rhythm stayed subdued and relaxed, I just enjoyed easing in and
out of him. His legs locked over my shoulders, he grabbed my ass and buried
me balls deep. He began masturbating, making his hole constrict around my
meat. That was too much, my tempo increased to ramming speed. I plowed his
ass with all I had.
        We were both working up quite a sweat. Dripping all over his chest
and stomach, I licked and sucked at the calf of his leg. "Ahhhh...yeah,
fuck me...fuck meeee....." George almost yelled, muffled only by the gurgle
coming from his throat, as he went over the edge.
        His cum shot up on my chest, even up under my chin, his face had a
couple of globs on it as well.  Leaning down I licked up a puddle of goo
off his cheek, as my cock began to spasm up his ass. "Ahhh...
Gawd...Huhh...Yeah..." my body twitching, I fell on his chest groaning.
        We both just lay there, neither of us able to move. The door handle
jiggled; thank god George had made sure it was locked. "George...George",
the same girl's voice sounded through the locked barrier. "Come on,
(Knock...Knock...Knock) Hey George..., time to drag your ass out of bed"
she hollered, still pounding.
        "Yeah...yeah, ok, Shirley" George grumbled, loud enough for her to
hear. Giggling he whispered, "She doesn't know you are in here, I guess."
"Well, I do think we need to go jump in the shower. I've got cum all over
me" he chuckled, patting my butt. "How's about you all...?" he added.
        "It is after ten, guess I should let you finish getting your shit
together, so you don't miss your train" I said, secretly glad that he
wouldn't have time to fuck me. Since I had just climaxed and needing time
to recharge my "Horny" battery, I was more than willing to forgo being
screwed just now.
        "Well...if you want me to give your cute little tush a good work
out...Jim; you'll just have to come visit me in Lausanne" George snickered
with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "You want to go shower first?" George asked,
with a nudge of his elbow. "I can finish up my last little bit of packing,
while you shower, if you like" he added.
        "Tell you what George; I'm just going to wait until I get back to
the hotel. All my toiletries are there...  I'll need my razor, besides a
fresh change of clothes...so I think I'll just hold off. You go ahead
though; I'll wait then go over to the station with you. My hotel is just on
the other side. Slipping on a robe, he was out the door, towel in hand.
        As long as I was already there, I waited with cast until their
train arrived. Aside from George, and to my surprise, some of the kids
asked me to come see them in Lausanne (Switzerland). I helped them get
their luggage on board before saying goodbye and heading off to my hotel,
and a hot shower.
        When I walked in, Helmut was still at the desk, "Guten Tag (good
day), Herr Cook" he smiled, as I made my way across the lobby to the
lift. Returning his smile, I replied "Afternoon Helmut". As I entered the
elevator I caught sight of Manny waving to me, as he slipped behind the
front desk giving Helmut a peck on the cheek. The ride up to my floor
passed uneventfully. Entering my room, I began tossing my clothes on the
bed.
        The water cascading over my shoulders was warm and relaxing, almost
making me wish I could just go jump under the covers and take a nap. All
the energy I expended soaping up and shampooing made me revisit the idea of
a nap, damn I really was still tired, a nap wouldn't hurt. After a quick
toweling off I climbed into bed, managing to pull the comforter over me
before I was out like a light.
        The little bit of shut eye worked wonders, however the grogginess I
felt when I awoke hung around even through dinner. Not really up to going
out, I just returned early to the hotel. Being only nine, Manny and Helmut
were both behind the counter.
        "Guten Abend (Good-Evening)" I beamed, walking up to the desk. Both
guys appeared to be in a happy mood, grinning ear to ear.
        "Ah yes...Herr Cook, Guten Abend" they chimed, almost in unison.
        "No going out this evening?" Manny offered up, with a puzzled
expression.
        "Ja(Yes)...no dancing for you tonight?" Helmut interjected, his
face assuming the same state of bewilderment.
        "No...no, not tonight" my lack of enthusiasm apparent in my
voice. "I'm thinking about maybe leaving tomorrow for Rome. So Helmut, can
we go over the schedule and see what trains are available heading south.
Hopefully something later in the afternoon, that way I won't have to
rush. Plus, by spending the night on the train it will save me the cost of
a hotel." I said blushing a bit, having revealed my money saving scheme to
Helmut and Manny.
        Turns out there are five departures from Berlin that make
connections in different cities for trains to Rome. The most direct routes
went from Berlin to Frankfurt and on south through Karlsruhe to Basel
Switzerland. Two even go right through Lausanne (Switzerland)...Hummm.... I
thought to myself.
        "Thanks guys, "Danke (Thanks)" Think I'll check these over in my
room, Ah...mmm, not really sure (cocking an eye brow)...which is best for
me, or the easiest." I told them, holding up the slip of paper.
        "Tell us in the morning what you will do" Helmut spoke up, adding
"Check out is noon, don't forget, if you are leaving"
        Giving Helmut an elbow jab, "Nein...No, you can use the room until
your train leaves...if you decide to go," Manny sternly informed Helmut,
accompanied by a look that said 'Don't argue with me'.
        With a sheepish grin, "JA (yes)...is good, I agree" Helmut
conceded, receiving a kiss on the cheek from Manny for his change of
heart. "Yes we have enough rooms ready, and being almost the middle of the
week, we are fine" Helmut added.
        Manny came from behind the counter, fluttering like a mother hen,
and put his arm around me saying, "You just let us know what you want to
do. Don't you worry about anything" then with a kiss on the cheek, he
shooed me toward the lift.
        My head almost on overload, I finally decided on the first of the
two trains that went by way of Lausanne Switzerland. Picking up the phone I
broke the news to Helmut and Manny, I would be giving up the room at eight
in the morning.
        "Yeah, that's right...six thirty. Well...it takes time to get
myself 'Looking Good', I require lots of fix'n time" I jested. "I really do
want to thank both of you for making Berlin, not only interesting, but; a
lot of fun.  Give Manny a hug...I'll see you guys in the morning, good
night" I finished, placing the receiver back in its cradle.
        The train leaves a little before nine...and with a six thirty wake
up call, I decided I'd best gather my stuff and pack tonight. Then get my
ass into bed. Morning would arrive all too early, I feared.
        Rome...Rome, yes I'm going to Rome. Does my brain know something
it's forgotten to inform the rest of me about?


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