Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2021 11:03:05 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: A More Perfect Union 6 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of intergenerational relationships between an adult and a minor. If this is not allowed for you for any reason, please move on. Once again, thanks to everyone who has reached out. I love talking to so many of you, and encourage anyone to reach out whenever you'd like. I've never been disappointed to hear from anyone. If you'd like to talk, my email is texcolorado@protonmail.com. This is a very short encounter that Brian has in Colorado. Connecticut will be back to a longer format. If you haven't read other parts of the series, that isn't a requirement to enjoy this installment. The series is designed for each section to stand alone. That said, it would probably be helpful to read the introduction to Part One to hear the concept. Finally, please donate to the archive. You can do that at donate.nifty.org. Your contributions allow the archive to continue to thrive. Please help to keep it strong, we'd hate to lose this great resource. Have fun with the mystery boy in the Rockies, Tex Colorado By Tex Colorado (Mb(12?) oral) While I've been to the Denver area lots of times for business, this particular encounter took place while I was on vacation in the mountains. Some friends of mine shared ownership with their family of a large home above one of the bigger ski resorts in the Rockies. One of the benefits of their location was the ability to "ski in" first thing in the morning. It wasn't exactly skiing from their back door, but if you carried your gear down the block, there was a relatively hidden path that led to the runs. To get there you weaved your way through the forest, which could be challenging and fun, especially on this occasion, because it was late in the season yet they had gotten two big snows, so crowds were down but the snow was plentiful. Usually an early riser, the first morning of the trip I managed to oversleep. A little too much to drink coupled with the high altitude caused me to sleep right through my alarm, something that I never do. When I woke up, everyone was gone, a message left behind to join them at the hill. It was a weekday, chosen for the even smaller crowds, and I was upset that I was wasting a day off of work, so I got ready as quickly as possible and trudged to the trail to start my day. No one was around, most people who used this path got an early start, so I schussed through the trees undisturbed. I was about three-fourths of the way to the mountain when I looked at a ridge slightly above and ahead of me and noticed a snowboarder stopped there. Curious, and wondering if there was an issue, I slowed down as I approached, and diverted from the path, my momentum enough to carry me up onto the same ridge as the the other person. Approaching slowly, I came up from behind them, luckily my instinct telling me to continue quietly. I have no idea why that was, but as I got closer and was able to work around to the side of the person unseen, I was very glad, because I was treated to an amazing scene. The boy, and it definitely wasn't a girl, was fully decked out in ski gear; helmet, goggles, ski pants and a jacket. Strapped into his board, I was shocked when I saw a fair amount of motion coming from in front of him, realizing immediately what I was seeing. Coming around far enough to really get a good look, it was apparent that he had his snow pants undone, and his right hand was pushing down his thermals, while his left was busy stroking away at a cock that was hidden from my view. Oblivious to my approach, I was able to observe the boy as he pleasured himself out in the open. He must have thought that he wouldn't see anyone at this time of day, or he was just a horny kid. Either way, I was blessed with a pretty cool show. There were times in my life when I would have been ecstatic to stand where I was and bear witness to this boy's actions. At this time, though, I was on a high of confidence from other conquests, and didn't think twice about moving closer and interacting with the boy. Giving myself a push, I glided toward him as quietly as possible, then, before he sensed my presence, I spoke up, "Don't be scared," I said to announce my arrival and try to keep him calm. As expected, he jumped, and uttered one of the two words that I'd ever hear from him. "Shit!" he sputtered in a high pitched voice as he fumbled with his fly, his unrestrained thermals snapping against him and hooking under his now exposed scrotum, making his sack bulge, his three and a half inch erection pointing straight out from a sparsely populated pubic area. When I came up to him, I stopped just in front and slightly downhill from the child. I wasn't trying to trap him, but he was still going to need to ask me to move in order to leave, which I thought worked in my favor. "Wait please," I begged, "It's cool, I think that it's hot that you're doing that out here in the open," I told him, "I wanted to offer to help." He stopped for a second and looked at me, his eyes covered by mirrored goggles, his hands, mouth and genitals the only exposed skin, so I wasn't sure of his reaction. His lips were a straight line, not signaling happy or unhappy. "I thought that you might like a blowjob," I continued, "I'm told that I'm pretty good," I added. This wasn't a complete lie; how many times had I heard, "Oh, that feels so good!" from a boy under my oral care? I thought about offering to leave if he wasn't interested, but decided to let him take that leap. His lips parted in surprise, but his cock gave him away. His confusion had caused a momentary wilting, but the thought of getting his dick sucked apparently was enough as he returned to pubescent-boy hardness. "I don't know who you are," I offered, "you'd just get to cum and you could leave. You'd never see me again." It took a moment, then a hint of a smile graced the corner of his lips. It was then that I heard the second, and last word, from the boy; "Yes." Smiling, I kicked off my skis and approached him. He was about five feet tall, but it was hard to tell with him strapped to his board. He watched me the whole way, and I dropped down to my knees in front of him, my own snow pants proving to be ideal knee pads. The boy had lifted his coat out of the way, and once again pulled his thermals below his balls, putting him back on display to me. His cock was maturing, that lovely bigger-than-a-little-boy thickness, but not the full-sized adult cock that some boys seem to sport by the time they're thirteen. Unceremoniously, I took his penis in my fingertips, surprised that I could still feel his heat even in the cold air. "You've got a lovely cock," I complimented him, but I was met with silence, his goggles reflecting my own image as he stared down, his emotions hidden from view. Parting my lips, I approached him and extended my tongue to have a taste. He gasped at the first touch, and I was surprised to be greeted by a tiny bit of wetness as I swiped across his hole. Unable to pause, I let the pretty piece slide between my lips, and groaned as he sunk into me, his package fitting so nicely inside. I took several quick bobs, stroking him with my lips tightly sealed around his warm shaft, then released him and ran my tongue along the underside of his dick from his balls to the glans. Twirling around the uncircumcised tip, the boy gasped again, followed by a satisfied, "Mmmm," as I moved down to engulf his frozen balls. His sack was tight out here in the cold, but his testicles were growing, feeling so nice in my mouth as I rolled each back and forth across my tongue before letting them slide out with an audible, wet pop. Knowing that we were pressing our luck out in the open, I returned to his dick and took him in to the base, my upper lip touching his few scattered hairs and my lower pressed into his scrotum. Holding there momentarily, I let my tongue work back and forth across his penis, flicking the whole shaft from side to side in my mouth before sliding most of the way off. Now was the time, the boy continually smiling as I began to really suck him, bobbing my head and twisting around to make as much contact as possible. As I stroked him with my lips he started to buck his hips to meet me, grunting with each thrust into my mouth. I could tell that he was at the end, his happy sounds growing deeper and his squeals growing higher until I felt him swell, his hips twitch, followed by a hard flex from the delicious cock as it came alive in my mouth, his first blast emitting a tasty shot of thin boycum as he cried out, chased by three more pulses leaving tiny dribbles that landed on my tongue. Massaging the underside of his cock to milk any offering from him, he took several deep breaths as he recovered from his orgasm and jumped as his penis grew sensitive to any increased pressure. Sliding my lips off, I closed them as soon as his silky tip escaped, trapping his small offering inside me until I swallowed it down, savoring that heavenly drink. Still smiling, the mystery boy tucked himself back into his underwear, redid his fly, then with a jump, turned his board downhill and glided away, leaving me sitting there on my knees, his cum in my belly and the taste coating my tongue. "You're welcome!" I called jokingly, but he was long gone. What a way to start my day! I gathered myself, put my skis back on and skied away. Later that day, I went down a run that paralleled the terrain park, and there I spotted my playmate getting some big air with his friends. I have no idea why these kids weren't in school, but they sure were enjoying having the place to themselves. When they gathered at the bottom of the hill, I wondered; did he go a little higher today? Did he share with his friends? Or, more likely, did he keep it to himself, a smile and slight response from his groin each time that he let the memory of his first time enter the front of his consciousness? I'd never know who this cutie was, and I was left with a case of blue balls, but I would be remembered for the rest of his life. That was enough for me!