Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 08:40:46 -0500
From: Mat Redrick <red.mat23@gmail.com>
Subject: Mat's Surprise -- Pt 7

*** Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of mm situations -- some of
them pretty intense.  If you are underage or illegal for you to view --
please go away.  ***


Instantly the sexual energy of the room evaporated.  Eric gave a grunt of
surprise and leaped off the bed, like he had been lying on a bed of
coals. I heard Kevin give a gulp of concern, I'm sure wondering what Ben
would do or say.


"Fuck," Eric muttered.  "Fucking A." He paced up and down the room and then
started rummaging through his clothes and hastily got dressed.


Tim still lay on top of me. We had both looked towards Ben while he stood
there. Ben was the younger of the two Utah boys.  He was 16, his brother
Jimmy was a year older. I always want to call the older brother Jerry --
but their parents weren't that cruel :) --


As soon as he walked out and closed the door, we looked back at each other.
I wondered how Tim would react.  I think i had a look of fear on my face,
cause Tim started to smile and then frowned.


"You ok?" he asked.


I'm sure it was the nerves of the whole situation, but I just laughed at
his serious face.  "Yeah -- I'm good." To prove it, I leaned up and gave
him a quick kiss.  "Now get off me, so we can get ready."


I looked over at Eric and he was shooting me a dirty look for some reason.
He was fully dressed and walked out of the room.  Kevin was half dressed
and had a despondent look on his face as he watched Eric leave.


Tim had gotten up and was putting on some underwear -- boxer briefs, in
case you're interested in knowing. He looked over at his brother with a
look of concern, "What's up with Eric?" he asked.


Kevin just shook his head, declining to respond, threw on his shirt and
headed out the door.


Tim and I continued to get dressed at a more leisurely pace.  I wasn't sure
what Ben would say or do, but I really didn't care.  And Tim didn't seem to
care either. As I was about to grab a shirt, Tim tossed me one of his.
"Wear mine," he said.  He threw me the shirt he had worn yesterday.  As I
pulled it over my head, I was inundated with his scent.  I was wearing just
his shirt and underwear.  He stopped me as I grabbed my pants and looked me
up and down.  "Umm, I like you like that. He cupped my groin and felt me
start to expand again."


"I'm sure you do -- but we best be going."


"Yeah -- OK."


I would have given Tim one of my shirts, but I don't think they would have
fit. He was a size (and maybe a little more) larger than me, especially in
the shoulders. We kissed again and then headed out of the room and up the
steps.


As soon as we entered the stairwell, sunlight blinded us.  One problem with
sleeping in the basement was there was no way of telling what time of day
it was.  We had slept all night and forgot to turn on the alarm.  No wonder
Ben had come down to check on us.


The scene at the table was a little surreal.  Everyone was sitting and
eating as if everything was normal.  Ben was next to his brother, Eric's
folks were next to Tim's folks.  After coming out of the the sexual frenzy
of the past evening and morning, I felt as if everyone should be yelling at
us, but all that was said was from Eric's mom, "Sleep well?"


"Yeah, I must have been tired, we crashed around 10 o'clock," I replied,
grabbing a box of cereal and a bowl.


Ben looked up towards his mom and asked, "Can I hang out with Tim and Mat
today?"


I should probably describe Ben. He was shorter than me, about 5' 8", I
guess. Dark eyes and dark brown hair that came down halfway to his
shoulders. Ben was a little husky, not fat, but not like athletic slim
either. He could have passed for a defenseman, but appeared a little too
soft.


His mom looked over at us, with a look that somehow seemed to combine a
feeling of hesitation and pleading. it was like she wanted us to take him,
but also wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea.


At that point, I no longer feared that Ben would rat us out. And I didn't
think he was planning on holding anything over us. I think he just wanted
to be a part of us guys. I had some fear that he wanted to evangelize us
during the day. But, knowing what it what it was like to be excluded,
chimed in immediately, "Sure, no, problem."


I looked over at Tim, he gave a small smile, letting me know he was fine
with it as well.


Eric, on the other hand...


Eric grimaced, but didn't say anything.  I had no idea what his problem
was.  He stuffed the rest of the pastry roll he had been eating into his
mouth and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word.  I looked over
at Kevin with a questioning look, and he simply shrugged indicating he had
no idea what the problem was either.


Everyone else finished off the pastry rolls and orange juice.  We finally
followed Eric's path and found him in the entryway getting into his snow
pants.  We all did the same.


We decided to try one of the other resorts and headed over to Breckenridge.
Eric sat in the front seat and remained quietly brooding the entire way
over.  Ben sat in back with Tim and I and started talking about Harry
Potter.  He asked us if we'd seen the latest movie, which of course we had.
We started talking about what might happen in the next book.


And then we were at Breckenridge.  We got out and headed to the lift.  The
lift could hold three, so Ben jumped on with Tim and me; I was in the
center, Tim on my left. (This means Ben was on my right, for those of you
who are a little slow :) ).


I asked the others if they had heard of The Wheel of TIme. I was overjoyed
to find out that both of them had also devoured the series.  We changed
over to talking about how we all found the interaction of the women very
annoying.


But then suddenly Ben changed topics: "So are you two boyfriend and
boyfriend?"


Have you ever been punched in the stomach by a friend?  Pain and nausea
come out of nowhere and you feel dazed. That's how I felt when Ben asked
the question.  I realized I hadn't really thought about what Tim and I had
-- so far as a relationship goes.  I mean I had just come to the
realization last night that I was very attracted to guys and their
equipment between their legs.


I had even come to realize that Tim was someone special to me.


But to call him my boyfriend?  That seemed to cross some line in the sand.
If I acknowledged publicly -- well here in the open on this chairlift at
least -- I was really acknowledging that I was ...


you know ...


GAY.


All this passed through my mind as Ben's question caused me to look over
and stare at Tim, while he turned his face to stare at me.


At first we both had slight grimace on our faces.  His crystal blue eyes
were scrunched a bit. His face -- his cute, strong, chiseled face -- seemed
to be scrunched up with a tinge of worry.  His lips were parted as if he
was about a say something.


And all I could think about was this morning...


Waking up next to him ... The warmth of his body radiating into mine, my
bone nestled into his crack, the murmuring of pleasure rumbling in his
chest as he woke up realizing I was snuggled against him.


I thought of the night before....


Exploring his face and body, kissing him down his chest....


Tasting him and pleasuring him....


And I knew what the answer to the question was...


Whenever I think back to that moment -- Tim and I gazing into each other's
eyes -- riding up the chairlift with Ben to my back -- I can remember
pretty much everything...


The sun was stark in a crystal blue background .... A falcon screeched
overhead at just that exact moment ... I saw several pine trees swaying
slightly to the morning breeze... I recall the smell of pine burning from
the lodge below ... It was, as my mom liked to say, a kodak moment and I
took a picture with my mind.


But for the life of me, I cannot remember who smiled first...


But suddenly we were both smiling at each other ... And I mean a big
.. open ... teeth showing ... mouths gaping .... smile.  My voice even had
a small laugh to it as I said, "Yeah ... I guess we are."


"Yeah... I guess we are," Tim repeated, returning the smile wholeheartedly.


"Then go ahead and kiss," Ben replied with a little fake exasperation.
"You know you want to."


Tim and I had apparently been moving closer and closer and at Ben's
suggestion, it was like our lips were magnets and we were instantly pulled
together.  Sitting there in the open, hanging 100 some feet above the
ground, and kissing another guy -- no, make that kissing Tim was the most
amazing thing I've ever done.  It was like stepping out on the air at the
edge of a cliff and not falling.


The kiss was fairly chaste, not european in the least, but it was so
sensual.  After about a minute we broke away.


"Nice," Ben critiqued as we pulled apart. "You two look really cute
together.  But I got another question, `Who wears the pants and who wears
the panties?'"


I whipped my head back to look at Ben, "What?!" I spat out.  Even as I
asked the question, I knew what Ben was asking.  He had this knowing little
smile on his face.  I turned my head back to Tim, and he seemed to as well.


I'm not sure if Tim did this intentionally, but right at that moment, he
moved his arm, which had been draped over the back of the lift chair, up
and started caressing the back of my neck.  I couldn't help but think how
it was exactly as a guy might do with a GIRLfriend.


I think I wanted to deny the true answer, but at that moment, I suddenly
started thinking about this morning -- when Tim had been ... well
... humping me.


I knew what he wanted ... I could see it in his eyes ....


I could feel it in his rhythm .... How he had kept bumping me ... bumping
me there....


I could still feel his cock head push at my hole ... wanting in .... yet
.... because I had asked .... not pushing over the threshold.


But .... at the same time ... I also remember thinking .... how I wanted
him to disregard my request and take me.


Right then my ass began to tingle .. feeling like I was empty and I knew
what I wanted to fill me.


I gazed into Tim's eyes ... and my lips quirked slightly. I couldn't say it
aloud, but yeah -- I knew who wore the pants and into whose panties he
wanted to get.


Yet Tim also, I think, understood something else ... that our budding
relationship wasn't as clear cut as all that.


All this might have seemed to take a while to transpire, but in reality it
was only a second or two after Ben asked the question when Tim replied
simply, "It's not like that, Benny, we just like to hang out and make each
other happy."  His smile sent chills down my spine.  I am so his babe, I
thought.


I don't think Tim's words dissuaded Ben from the reality. But hey, I was
fine with that.


"You two are so sweet together, I can only hope to find a girl who makes me
so happy."  Ben's laugh was infectious and soon all three of us were
laughing.


"So you DO like girls, huh?" I asked, "Thought maybe you wanted in on some
the action."


"Haha, no, seriously.  Cock doesn't turn me, I don't even pump mine unless
I'm truly desperate.  I got a girl who likes to mess around with a boy's
equipment, and I am more than happy to let her explore mine."


"Really? I thought you Utah boys were really straight laced and up tight,"
I inquired.


"Ha.  No, you got me confused with my brother.  He truly is uptight.  He's
getting ready to go on his mission next year when he graduates.  Me, I'm
planning on ditching the mission, if I can.  At the very least, I'm
postponing for a while. Hopefully I'll be going to a military academy. If I
do that, I don't have to go on my mission right away."


"Really?  Which one?"


We talked the rest of the way up about the various military academies.  Tim
asked a lot of questions.  He had never considered them before, but by the
end of the day, Tim would decide to pursue an academy as well.


We got to the top and hopped off the lift.  Eric and Kevin came up behind
us.  Eric gave one look our way and said, "I think I'm going to go it my
own today." Before any of us could reply, he gave a little turn hop and
pushed off down one of the runs.


"What the fuck?" Tim inquired.


"He just needs a little space," Kevin replied.  Kevin's expression was
unreadable.  I know I would have been hurt (hell I was a little hurt) if
Eric had acted like that towards me, but Kevin seemed to be taking it in
stride.


Ben pushed over to Kevin.  "Hey, Tim mentioned you worked out a great
theory about who Mazrim Taim is."  I watched as Ben started up a
conversation with Tim, helping him get his mind off of whatever Eric's
issue was.  Kevin perked up some at that.


We spent the next four hours skiing and enjoying the day.  We didn't see
Eric at all.  About 1pm, we stopped at the lodge for lunch.  Ben was a
hoot.  He was like the consummate fun guy host.  By the time we stopped for
lunch, we were all in a great mood, even Kevin.


We got our food and found a table to sit at.  As we were eating, Ben looked
over at Tim and I. "Well, you kissed in the open on the chairlift, how
`bout another here in the lunchroom?"


We looked at each other, and with a shrug that said "what the fuck" leaned
in and kissed.  Truthfully, this kiss had no passion -- but I loved the
feeling of freedom to do this.


We went back to eating and were almost done, when a couple of guys about
our age or maybe a year older stopped by our table.


"Hey guys, we're hosting a new years eve party tonight - thought you might
be interested in attending.  Here's flyer.  Hope to see you there."


We looked over the flyer which read:


                                             Ring in `05 with the Party of
5


                          The 5 Rules:


                          1) Arrive at 5:55


                          2) Arrive in a party of 5


                          3) Where only 5 pieces of clothing -- shoes don't
count -- but socks do


                         4) Bring 5 drinks -- No Alcohol -- this is an
underage gathering


                         5) Bring $5 cover charge


Did I mention that it was New Years Eve?  We hadn't thought of what to do,
most of the parties we had heard about were 21 and over, or at least 18 and
over.  We discussed it amongst ourselves and decided we needed to convince
Eric to join us, bringing our numbers to 5. Ben said he was pretty sure his
parents would be OK -- especially since there was no alcohol.


Just as we were getting up to leave, Eric walked in.  He was joined by a
blonde girl.  When he saw us, he steered the girl in a different direction
and ignored us completely.  Ben suggested we forget about Eric. He got up
and walked over to the guy who had handed us the flyer.  He spoke quietly
to the guy and walked back.


"No worries," Ben stated, "he told me there would be guys waiting outside
the party waiting to fill out groups.  We can just snag one of them.  He
said we need five for some of the activities for the night."


It was already after 2pm at this point, so we decided to make one more run
and then we headed back to the house to get ready for the party.


More to come .....


*********************


I know this was a little shorter chapter, but this is definitely a good
place to stop!  HaHa!


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