Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 14:07:02 -0600
From: Kenny Santoria <argosylight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cold Beaches 2

I guess I didn't bore everybody with the first part.  I got a lot of good
comments and some encouragement to keep going.  So, I'm going to try it
again.  Thanks for your emails.  Please let me know what you think.
Argosylight@hotmail.com


Cold Beaches, Part Two, The Ski Trip Begins.


I almost shudder when I think back to how possessed I would get as a kid.
It was little things like Watermelon Jolly Ranchers or the little handheld
video game.  Once I found something that I really liked, I had to have
more, and have it often.  I would ride my bike to the convenience store
just about every day to grab a handful of the Jolly Ranchers or play that
game into the night until my vision would blur and I'd have to give it up
to fall asleep.  It was also jerking off.

Once I discovered that such a thing could happen, I was hooked.  After
playing around with my little boner for months with no expectation and no
result, one day I just took it a little farther and the result was life
changing.  Normally, I would just play with my dick until I got tired and
then just quit.  That morning in the shower, I felt a burning and a
building between my legs and the resulting release made my legs weak and
had me leaning against the shower wall.  It did take me a little bit to
understand what had just happened to me but then all sorts of lights went
on.  I started to understand many of the dirty little comments that other
boys had been making.

I couldn't wait until the next morning to take my shower and reproduce the
orgasm.  I had my hand on my boner as soon as I got out of bed.  I was
yanking on it as the shower water was warming up.  That morning, I forgot
all about the soap and didn't shampoo my hair.  I just spent the entire
shower pulling on my dick and shooting.  Then recovering for several
minutes.  It wasn't long after the first wet orgasm that I started
showering morning and evening.  And I started getting better and better
with the more I practiced.  I would fall asleep thinking about waking up
and jerking almost as soon as I woke up.  A boner would automatically
appear while I was sitting in class and I would lose all track of what was
going on in class and want to just go jerk off.

I was the same way with my lust for the physical touch and sexual play
after the week on the cold beach.  The obsession began as I was sitting in
the back seat of the car on the way home.  I wanted to take another shower
with Trip, I wanted to run around in underwear with other boys, or I wanted
to play with other boys' dicks.  I replayed those incidents in my mind.  My
imagination took it well beyond what happened, sometimes to things that
weren't even physically possible between two boys.  When I wasn't thinking
of what could be done, I was thinking about ways to make it happen.

I was anxious about the company Christmas party.  It was something that we
had only spent a little bit of time at over the years.  We would go, pick
up the box or basket of goodies, grab a few samples of the actual product,
eat some cookies and drink the punch, then head out.  I had been one of the
outsiders at the party with the kids my age.  Several of them were going to
the same schools or at least the same church.  There were a few families
like mine that lived far enough away to go to different schools and
churches.  After living in that hotel in Galveston, we really bonded.
Well, my parents still were not thrilled with anybody else in the company
but us kids had grown much closer.

I wanted to see Brice, Kevin and especially Trip.  This would be my
opportunity to reconnect with my boys.  I didn't know exactly what we could
do in the lunch room of the company but I was open to the possibilities.  I
was ready to settle for peeing in the same toilet and seeing their
equipment.  The most I was hoping for was that we could wander off, maybe
back into the drum storage area and we could all jerk off together.

When we got there, we walked in towards the crowd.  All of a sudden I got
jumped on.  Trip jumped on my back and wrapped his arms around my neck.
Immediately I smelled the scent of fresh cum.  It was just wafting off of
Trip.  He was all cleaned up and in good clothes.  The scent of cum was so
strong, and pleasant, on him that got wondering how he smelled like that.
Was it that he had jerked off after his shower and cum got on his hands or
maybe hidden some where on his legs?  Did he get a boner in the car and
some cum leaked out?  Or did he just always smell that good?  I wondered if
people could smell cum on me.

My brother and sister were getting along so well with the kids they bonded
with at the hotel that they did all the work to convince our parents to
stay longer.  I did find out the secret; get them to drink a couple of
glasses of the adult's punch and from there, they were resigned to stay a
little longer, and they seemed a whole lot happier about it.  The Brice,
Kevin, Trip and I were hanging behind the cookie table, just talking and
kidding around.  Nobody said anything about what happened at night in the
hotel room, just a little bit about some of the Truth or Dare games.  Then
Kevin wanted to roam around the building.

His father actually worked there.  He knew his way around.  We went right
to a worker's break area.  It was just a bunch of old smelly couches and
chairs, tables worn by the dominos and cards laying on top, and a
refrigerator and microwave.  Kevin asked us if we wanted to see something
gross and cool, as he was reaching into the bottom of a box.  He pulled out
a big handful of porn.  Almost every one of the magazines were in Spanish
but nude is nude in any language.  I had seen a few Penthouses and Playboys
up to that time, and one page from a Hustler.  That one page had a very
close picture of a pussy, I had nightmares for months!

We passed them around, we started out being loud and laughing about our
opportunity to handle such contraband.  I flipped through the pages and saw
a bunch of tits, weird looks on the girls, a bunch of very hairy pussies,
and an occasional naked man.  Not one of the naked men had a dick that was
visible.  It was clear that some dicks were buried inside pussies or mouths
of the girls.  As we were looking through the magazines, Trip was reading
the jokes from the Playboys.  Then it got very quiet.  None of us seemed to
mind that no one was talking.  I'm not sure if any of the others noticed,
but I started to look at them more than the magazines.

All three of them would reach down and pull on their crotches.  It started
as just a casual adjustment, using the back of the hand or just a thumb.  A
little more attention would be a little grab on an obviously hardened dick.
Kevin flicked a single finger back and forth on his pants, I'm sure teasing
the head of his dick.  Trip eventually had a hold of his entire boner.  I
thought I was being strong and not touching myself but the other boys
accused me later of doing as much as they did.  I was in a fancy pair of
pants instead of my jeans.  I thought they were weird to start with, they
had so much room the crotch area.  They were pleated and made with a
stretchy material.  I could have held a full sized football in my pants and
not strained the cloth.

Even if I wasn't touching myself, my mind sure was in my pants.  My boner
was straining and hot.  I wanted to reach in and pull my balls free.  More
than anything, I wanted the others to reach in and pull their dicks and
balls out.  Once they were out, I was sure that we would have a good time
starting.  As the conversation started back up, it showed some positive
signs.  We talked about the girls back at the hotel and the games we
played.  And that lead to talking about how just us boys played in our
room.  Since that had to do a lot with boners, we started talking about our
current conditions.  We pulled the cloth tight on our pants, raised our
butts off the couches, and made our bulges visible to the others.

When the conversation went to talking about whether the workers would
actually jerk off on their breaks in that room, we heard the calls from
parents.  There was a nervous scramble to put the magazines away.  And
laughing about trying to hide our boners as we went back to the others.
And a few cussing about having to now wait until later until they could
"finish".  We all walked out a little funny.  I was so frustrated!

People started to go home.  This was going to have to be my opportunity.
Trip and I sat in a big office just off the hall with everybody else.  I
got up enough nerve to ask him to spend the night with me.  I told him that
I was willing to sleep over with him at either my house or his.  It really
didn't take much to convince him.  Now, we just had to convince our
parents.

The request of my mother was met with a little surprise but a pretty quick
agreement.  My father's only concern was getting Trip back home.  The
problem came with Trip's parents.  While they were easy to find as loud as
his mother had become, they threw several barriers to us getting together.
They had several commitments that involved Trip.  Not only could he not
come to my house, they couldn't take me, as much as that was a nice idea.

Trip's mother had a thought, I swear I could see the light bulb go on over
her head.  Why not invite me to their skiing trip right after Christmas?
That idea shocked me.  It was way beyond my plan to get Trip naked in my
room for one night.  All of a sudden it involved planes, cold, snow,
skiing, leaving home and all kinds of things that I hadn't thought about
it.  I hadn't even agreed when Trip's mother went right to my mother and I
was headed for the mountains.

I didn't take a count of it at the time but I would bet that I jerked off
in the next few days more than any other similar time span since and after
that.  I was excited about Christmas; anxious about the trip, worried about
skiing, lusting over opportunities with Trip, bored and alone with the
school break, and had a lot of time that I could lock myself in the
bathroom or bedroom and yank on my dick.  I jerked on the toilet, in the
shower, under a blanket watching TV, with my brother leaning on me,
standing in front of the mirror, etc.

The next week seemed to last forever.  It was also the most I had ever
talked on the phone.  Trip and I kept making plans for the adventure.  I
had to figure out the clothes I would take (not enough, a shopping trip
would happen).  I heard about the previous adventures that Trip had in the
years before.  We made some plans to do things after the slopes.  And after
I admitted to not having a clue how to ski, we talked through all the
options of how I would learn.  We did talk about the sleeping arrangements
too.  That part led to some interesting dirty talking.  We whispered the
dirty parts, that alone was exciting.  Trip didn't know that I had my dick
in my hand and stroking a little as we talked.  I think I could tell he was
doing the same.

On a warm muggy early morning, Trip's father pulled their Suburban into our
driveway.  I was sitting by the front door and waiting.  Our fathers
visited and slapped each other's backs.  My father tried to give Trip's
father some money to cover things that I wanted to buy or eat or whatever.
He had already stuffed money in my pocket for such things.  Trip's father
was forced to take the money but promised to buy my father something with
the money.  My father warned me to be good, my mother was almost teary eyed
when she said goodbye.  Then we loaded up in the Suburban.  Trip's family
was already dressed in sweaters and caps for the mountains.  I had a long
sleeve shirt on and I was sweating in the Gulf Coast December air.

Trip and I talked the whole way.  We started in the car.  We roamed around
the airport and all the, ahem, exciting sites there.  It looked like most
of the people on the plane were trying to sleep but I was so cranked up
that I couldn't shut up.  I wanted to look out as we flew over the country,
after awhile it was just a bunch of brown flat land.  My trip to the plane
restroom was surprising to me.  The little bitty toilet bowl, the blue
water and the flushing action, I wondered where he blue piss went to when
it was flushed out the back of the plane.

My first try at the slopes was not exactly a pretty thing.  Trip and his
father tried to teach me a few things while we waited for the real
instructor.  I could stand and slide but I wouldn't call it skiing.  I wore
my coat and a pair of plastic overall pants.  I could have lived with just
a plastic coated butt the first day, that is about the only spot that came
in contact with the snow.  I would get much better as the days went by.  I
probably went down a hill or two that were a little more advanced than I
was ready for but by that time, I had no fear.

The first evening, I was so cold that I really couldn't stop shaking.  I
didn't know about cold.  The most I experience it was running from the door
to a nearby car when the weather on the Gulf Coast got down into the 30's.
This constant snow on the ground, roofs and all around was just not
natural.  It was amazing to me.  Trip's mother was concerned about me
shivering.  She found out that I wasn't wearing long underwear.  When I
blushed at her talking about my underwear, I did get a little warmer.  She
asked Trip if he had any extra that I could borrow.  And as she was talking
to him, she reached back and grabbed the back of my jeans.  She pulled so
she could see the size of my underwear but I felt like this lady was
looking at my bare butt.  The shock from the cold air hitting the patch of
bared skin was nothing compared to her looking at my butt.

After accusing me of forgetting my longjohns and me explaining that I never
owned a pair, we were off to the store.  While Trip may have had some to
share, an idea that didn't hit me until days later that I could be wearing
his underwear, but he told his mother that the ones he had were too small
for him.  He said they were high on his legs, tight around the waist and
tight in the . . . he just cupped his hand like holding a bunch of grapes
and let his mother complete the sentence by saying "in the crotch".

That night, we tried on the longjohns.  Trip admitted that he loved to
sleep in longjohns.  I really liked the way they felt on me and the way
they looked on Trip.  Most of his skin was covered up but the formfitting
underwear really showed his figure.  His legs looked long and muscular, his
butt was like two globes, his torso had a great little V shape, and the
bulge behind the fly was a great package.

While it was about the same amount of cloth covering the interesting parts,
we sure were not shy about running around the chalet in just our longjohns.
I had to muster up some courage to join the rest of the family the first
time.  At times, the entire family was in not much more that longjohns and
maybe a robe.  Sitting around the kitchen table, eating hot cinnamon rolls,
in longjohns covering dick and balls that were still buzzing from the
morning round of play was a little interesting.

Trip and I had a room all to ourselves where we shared a big bed.  The
first night was a little short, we were both worn out.  We did do a little
feeling around and mashing our bodies.  I'm not sure if Trip was asleep but
I let my hands rub along his back and then quite a bit on his butt.  The
texture of the waffled longjohns, the heat from his body, and the firmness
of his body was something that I just couldn't resist touching.  I know he
was enjoying my touch, I would go over the same muscles and he would relax
a little more each time.  The last thing I remembered before falling asleep
was our chest touching, our legs tangled, and my hand covering one of his
butt cheeks.

I woke more than once with a strange moving feeling in my dick.  I would
wake up as I felt or heard his arm move away from me.  All I did was roll
over a little to try to give him a little more access.  I was confused why
he didn't just reach in and start playing with me for real.  I didn't think
about me doing something to encourage it.  It was strange that something we
were both interested in doing and would welcome, we were reluctant to take
the action.

The morning started off in a rush.  We never heard them calling for us to
get up until Trip's father came in out room and pulled the covers off of
us.  It had been such a nice warm nest.  We had snuggled against each other
and conserved the heat.  I was inside of his arms and my leg was over his.
I could feel his hip pressing against my boner.  I didn't dare roll over
and acknowledge his father's presence, my boner would definitely show.  I
just rolled more into Trip.  Trip yelled and cussed his father, with a
little bit of a laugh.

Trip told me to go ahead and go to the bathroom before we went down to eat.
I moved in an awkward crouched over way to make it into the bathroom.  I
stood over the toilet, boner between my fingers, pointing it toward the
bowl, and trying to will it to relax so I could get the flow started.  The
combination of having spent all night with Trip, the warm feeling in my
body, and just the normal morning boner just wouldn't let it go limp enough
to start.  I heard Trip jumping around and then push the door open.  I
watched him as he was pinching his dick run over next to me.  I moved over
just a bit and then stared at his dick as he pulled it out and started to
piss.  I just stood there with my boner in my hand.  When he was finished,
and gave his dick a few shakes, he reached over and tickled the bottom side
of my boner.  He said that it always happens to him in the morning too.  I
almost melted right there with his touch.

He left me with a big smile and told me to hurry.  I had to revert to my
secret stance.  I pulled my underwear to below my knees, backed up a
little, then leaned over with my hands on the wall and let my dick point
itself towards the water.  If I breathed just right, I could get the pee
started.  I was successful and got it all flowing.  I was just about
finished when I caught sight of Trip watching me.  He said it was a very
impressive move.  He also told me to be careful and not get my dick wet
from falling into the bowl.  I was a long way from that, my dick only
covered about 5 inches or so of the span to the water.

The day of running around and skiing was fun and painful, in more ways than
one.  A little more painful than I care to relate.  That night after
dinner, Trip and I were left to ourselves in our room.  We had a door to
the outside and it lead to a small deck and then a nice slope all covered
in snow.  Dressed in longjohns, a ski cap, and some fantastically soft and
comfortable after-ski boots, we went out on the deck.  It was a still
night, the snow was falling in big huge flakes, and a full moon was going
peeking out from the clouds ever so often.  Trip and I had gotten good at
daring each other to do things the last couple of days and that continued
that night.  We dared each other to slide down that slope.

It became obvious that sliding down in either longjohns or jeans would just
result in wet butts.  It occurred to us as soon as we sat in the snow.  We
got our ski pants and slid them over our longjohns.  One thing about
sliding down a mountain without poles or skis in just slick plastic pants
is that stopping is only accomplished when you hit something.  If we had
any second thoughts about sliding down the slope, it didn't matter anyway
as soon as we started to move.  We went airborne over a couple of bumps,
got twisted when we hit a little tree, and ended up halfway buried in the
snow drift at the bottom.

When I dared Trip to do it naked, he said he would do it as long as I did
it.  It sounded like a good deal.  At least we were smart enough to leave
on the after-ski boots so we could climb back up.  I watched as Trip
stripped out of his longjohns.  He looked like all arms, legs, and dick.
He stood naked on the deck and watched me as I removed my clothes.  There
was a thrill to being outside, naked and in the snow.  We shook our butts
and laughed about it.  It was definitely cold but being able to see each
other naked kept us warm.  It was getting to the point that we would either
have to slide naked or go in.  Trip took a few deep breaths, almost like he
was about to dive deep into water.  He inched over the rail and with a
scream that went the entire distance, he slid all the way to the bottom.

I had no choice now.  I have no idea if I screamed was I slid.  I remember
the cold not only hitting my butt but also shocking my balls.  The snow
felt like sparklers hitting my butt.  When I got airborne over the bump, I
felt my balls lift and then hit the bottom of my sack.  I saw the snow at
the bottom approaching at a ridiculously high speed and I braced for
impact.  At the last second, my feet kicked up and they plowed into the
soft snow.  There wasn't enough resistance to really slow me down.  It was
when my butt smacked into the snow that I came to an abrupt halt.  I felt
snow go up my hole, my butt cheeks were completely encapsulated in snow.  I
was trying to move but I heard Trip laughing harder than I had ever heard
anyone.  I got laughing and that just caused snow to fall on my belly and
chest.  I was sure that I would die laughing and that the ski patrol would
be digging me out in a few days, frozen naked, with a asshole full of snow.

As I free myself, my skin is stinging, my butt is numb, my legs and back
are painful, and my teeth feel like I've been punched, I realized that we
probably made a big mistake.  One thought was going through our heads as we
struggled back up the slope, and that was to make it to the top so that we
could do it again!

Three or four times more, our bodies just couldn't take it any longer.  We
thought we got away with it.  We thought we were far enough away from any
other house or chalet.  We also thought that Trip's parents were happy
sitting around the fire, drinking and getting away from the kids.  It was
the next October when we found out different.  When Trip's parents took a
trip to Germany, they had the roll of film developed there.  They were
afraid of developing pictures of two naked boys going up and down the hill.
There were actually some pretty good shots.  One had me flying through the
air, about two feet above the ground.  I just wish my dick wasn't so
visible.  Quite of few of the family got copies of the good ones.  And the
picture of Trip and I going down the hill together hung in the hallway of
his house, right between the guest bathroom and the coat closet.

When Trip and I made it to the top, we were exhausted and freezing.  We
kicked off the after-ski boots and jumped in bed.  In search of heat, we
snuggled up as close to each other as we possibly could.  I reached down
and felt for my dick and balls.  I had shrunken up to about first grade
size.  My dick wasn't much more than a little nub.  My ball sack was thick
and small.  The skin was deeply wrinkled.  I wasn't even sure my balls were
still in there.  Trip's hand had to have been exploring his equipment
because as I'm intrigued at the smallness of my stuff, he told me that his
dick was all shrunken up.

He told me that I should feel it.  I'm not real sure now if he meant for me
to actually do it but it did.  About all I really had to do was twist my
hand the other way.  I felt a little cold nub.  The skin was soft as
velvet. His pubic hair was touching the tip of his dick and I pulled at it
playfully.  I moved my hand down to his balls and found a hard little blob.
My fingers massaged his sack and it slowly began to loosen up.  I didn't
even realize that Trip was working on my balls.  I bent my leg up so that
he didn't have anything in the way and Trip did the same thing.

It was fun to feel Trip's dick go from a little cold nub to a hot hard
boner.  The more I played with it, the more the blood returned.  My own
dick was hard and in Trip's hands.  He squeezed it, bent it, pulled on it,
and grabbed it anyway he could.  He had me jumping when his finger flicked
open my pee hole.  We groped and stroked each other as we warmed up.  My
back and butt were still cold, since most of my blood had pumped into my
dick, nothing was left to warm up my backside.

I opened my eyes, I don't know how I could have been surprised but I was
when I saw Trip's face about an inch from mine.  I thought I had been
breathing in my own breath from the folds in the pillow but it was Trip's
warm breath.  I focused on his eyes and I could see very deep in them.  He
smiled and we both laughed.  When we did, we snuggled a little more.  Our
hands hit each other and when I moved my hand, our dicks pressed against
each others.  I thought Trip had a hot hand but when our dicks touched, it
was like sticking it in a pot of boiling water.  I felt like we just melted
together.

I started humping my hips back and forth.  The veins and ridges of our
dicks made for an interesting friction and they slid back and forth.  I
think I had about an inch on Trip, so our 5 and 4 inch dicks didn't have
all that long of a travel but it sure was good.  Trip took my hand and put
it over the top side of our dicks.  His other hand came up on the underside
and he guided my fingers to entwine with his.  We gripped each others hands
tightly and it surrounded our dicks.  We stroked and humped our hips.  Our
chests rubbed together, our toes played and tangled, our lips touched and
it was the closest I had come to kissing a boy in years.

This was better than I had ever imagined.  The bed started to creak.  Trip
begged me to slow down because he was about to shoot.  I really didn't want
to stop or even slow down but I did for him.  I tried to swallow and I
barely could, my mouth and throat had gone completely dry.  Just taking a
breath was body shaking.  I started to stroke our hands on our dicks
again. We had just gotten back into the good rhythm when I felt some precum
sliding between us.  He begged me to stop again.  I very reluctantly did
but only for a very short time.  I was on the edge, I could feel the cum
build.  I wasn't going to be able to stop again once we started again.

And when we did start, we got faster and faster.  My butt was clenched, I
was concentrating on holding the cum for as long as I could.  I heard Trip
make a little squeaking noise and then we both growled.  I felt the wet hot
splash of his cum hit me in the balls.  I shot back and coated his pubes.
I could actually hear his second shot splash against my balls.  My second
shot blew on top of his pubes and hit his belly.  Our third shots came at
almost the same time.  After that, I think my eyes rolled back in my head
and I collapsed against Trip.

We laid against each other for a long time.  I could feel his heart beating
hard and fast.  We were no longer cold at all, I felt a little bit of sweat
on his cheek.  Our hands released and my hand rested on his naked butt.  I
was thinking about the difference between his smooth naked butt and the
waffle cloth of the longjohns.  We moved a little and I felt the slick cum
slide where we touched.  We did only a little bit of talking and barely
moved from that close snuggle.

The next thing I remember was the sound of footsteps coming our way.  I
felt Trip twist around and yell.  He grabbed the quilt tightly and hung on
as his father tried to repeat the pulling off of the covers to get us up.
We were still naked, and very much tangled up in each others arms and legs.
We both promised to get up quickly and he let us go.

We got up, I was feeling really strange.  I didn't know if I could look at
him.  I felt dried cum in my pubes, on my balls and belly.  Everywhere we
had been touching was warm and the skin felt moist and soft.  We discussed
who would go pee first.  I suggested he go, since he had trouble holding
it.  He agreed, figuring that I was having the same trouble I had the day
before.  He pulled the covers up and looked, and he confirmed I was very
much hard.  He jumped up, again pinching his dick, and ran to the bathroom.
When I heard the peeing stop, I got up, felt the chill in the air and
joined him in the bathroom.

He looked like a mess, his hair was all standing up at weird angles and he
had wrinkles from the sheets.  I looked down almost immediately to his
dick.  It was about ¾ hard and nice and pink.  It hung out straight and
drooped just a little.  Trip saw that I was completely hard.  He tickled
the head again and asked if I was going to lean over again.  Then he told
me how he handed it in the morning when he wakes up with a hard-on.  He
would jerk off.  He could do it pretty quick when he had a morning boner.
He told me that I should do it.  He said if I did it right, I could finish
by the time the shower water was hot.

I started to jerk as we stood there.  Trip's hand went down to his dick and
he had a full hard-on.  We stood facing each other for a little bit but I
turned to look in the mirror.  And then we were standing side by side,
jerking and watching ourselves.  It didn't even look real.  I kept thinking
how cool we looked doing it.  We were stroking fast and the cum was
building fast.  I heard Trip say that my balls were going and then I
started to shoot.  I splattered the countertop.  Trip was giggling at me
and thoroughly enjoying it.  Then he got serious and I watched as his cum
flowed out of him and he tried hard to mix it with mine.

The shower felt so good as our naked soaped up bodies slid against each
other.  We did try to go fast so we wouldn't piss off his father.  We did
rush to get dressed and get down to breakfast.  Trip used my towel to wipe
the cum off the counter.

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I think I should wait to write about the next couple of days. Let me know
if I'm boring you or making the story too long.  Argosylight@hotmail.com
Thanks