Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2020 03:26:59 +0000
From: "ckid2772@hotmail.com" <ckid2772@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ski Trip Encounter

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Ski Trip Encounter
By Ryan S     [ckid2772@hotmail.com]

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During the winters growing up my family and I went on occasional ski
trips. This was typically arranged with other friends of the family,
often friends and other families that I knew through school. The ski
resort was a few hours drive away from our town and we would drive
through the mountains to get there. These were generally pretty relaxed
and uneventful trips, but in the late winter of my sophomore year in high
school there was one trip that stands out.

I was 16 at the time and if you've read my story titled "Caught Midnight
Swimming", you'll know that I had really started to come of age sexually
at around 14 and 15. By the middle of my sophomore year I had developed
even more physically, and was now standing closer to 5'8, and weighing
something around 155 lbs. I was intentionally putting on weight during
this period for athletics, and I'd say by this time physically I was as
muscled as a very in-shape adult who spent a good amount of time at the
gym. I had started to get hair on my legs more and developed the start of
a treasure trail down from my belly button to a small patch of pubic hair
above the base of my cock. I had no hair on my chest and remained smooth
in places like my ass, perineum and my arms. I still looked my age
facially, maybe younger, given that I was unable to grow much facial hair
at all, though I had started shaving every few days for what little bit
did come in. Despite my youthful appearance, my uncircumcised dick had
grown a bit since summer was now more like 6.5", not too far off from
where I ended up as an adult.

Arriving at the ski resort it was a nice day. Actually pretty well above
freezing at the base level, and sunny out. A perfect day for skiing, the
mountains were white with snow and dotted with pine trees, it was quite
spectacular. The typical routine was we arrived in the mid morning, the
kids would split off and go skiing unsupervised, while the adults went
their own way. So, we were free to roam around the resort which consisted
of multiple mountains. On this day I split off with a friend of mine from
my grade in high school. The day was relatively normal, until after a few
hours of skiing my friend insisted we stop at a lodge that was on the mid
mountain.

It was basically a warming hut, that had a little cafeteria, lounge area
with tables and seats, and bathrooms. My friend explained he was getting
frost bit, which amazed me because the sun was out, and although colder
as we went up the mountain I was not having any problem at all. Maybe he
was just tired of skiing, he wasn't as experienced a skier as I was, it's
possible I just tired him out as by 16 years old I liked to go on the
more advanced trails. In any case, he expressed that he wanted to go down
the mountain after warming up a bit. He said it was no big deal if he
went down on his own, since it wasn't that far down, so I could continue
skiing on my own. Which I was good with too, since I knew the mountain
well enough to get around on my own anyway.

At that point my mind began to wander about what possibilities there
might be. It's one thing to be with someone else, skiing around, focused
on the skiing. Now I was free. And at 16 I didn't have my drivers license
yet, so I really didn't have that much freedom. My friend bailing on
skiing for the remainder of the day presented an opportunity to figure
out some kind of adventure, and I was especially on the look out for
anything sexual, as I was pretty depraved at age 16 - a trait that still
lingers. While waiting with my friend in the lounge area I had to use the
restroom, and as I went in I noticed a vending machine hanging on the
wall. I saw that it had tylenol, but what got my attention immediately
was it also sold condoms. Oh yes, that was intriguing, and as I used a
urinal I wondered what I could do with that. At a minimum I could put the
condom on and jerkoff into it, maybe in public under my ski pants.

If you doubt anyone might think like this, let me explain. For a long
time as a kid, even as young as 12 or 13, I had sexualized condoms. I
heard about them in early sex ed classes and the thought of putting this
tight fitting sheath over my penis excited me. I thought my parents would
have some but I searched around and they didn't, turns out my mom used
birth control pills. For a long time I was too embarrassed to buy some
for myself, so I found other ways. Like when a friend showed me his
parents condoms, I later snuck in and took one. Lifestyles, extra
lubricated, quite nice! I took it home, put it on and jerked off
furiously into it, then playing with my load in the latex, seeing it
swirling in there. Then I rinsed it out, re-rolled it as best I could,
put it in a plastic bag, and hid it outside where my parents couldn't
find it and I could get at it again in the future. And yes, I did
retrieve it to use it occasionally, repeating the practice. Naughty and
nasty, but I didn't care - I had needs.

By the time I was 16 I did buy some condoms myself, to fuck a girlfriend
I had during my freshmen year. I still remember going to the CVS on a
snow day when school was canceled. Nobody was around and that's the only
reason I had the courage to buy them. I wonder what the cashier thought
about this young kid buying them, not to mention I also bought a tube of
KY jelly. I digress. Anyway, I wasn't as embarrassed about getting them
anymore, but not like I brought any to the ski mountain. You can't plan
for unexpected total freedom. So you see, when I was on that mountain,
soon to be alone, and then I saw this condom machine, it was game on. I
didn't have quarters but I had some money so I went and got the quarters
I needed, and right back to that bathroom where I got the condom. It was
some no name brand and a bright yellow wrapper. Thing cost me $1.50,
that's still expensive today, bullshit. Anyway, I put it in my ski jacket
pocket and zipped it in there and returned to my friend.

We chatted for a bit until he was warmed up and then he left. At that
point, I was just hanging around in the lounge area of this lodge,
thinking about what I might do next, getting hornier as I thought about
the freedom and possibilities to come. I was tempted to just take the
condom, go in a bathroom stall and shoot my load in it, but even at that
time I had a sense that build up makes the orgasm better. I needed to
make this opportunity count. So I thought, I've got another few hours,
let's see how this shakes out. I headed out of the lodge and continued
skiing to see what the mountain might offer me.

The resort had multiple mountains as I mentioned before. It was situated
such that there were a number of different trails to ski down, leading to
this mountain or that mountain, some had chairlifts up, others gondolas.
At some point an hour or so later I ended up at a mountain where I needed
to take a gondola up. I ended up on a gondola with just a couple other
people. These gondolas weren't huge at the time, I think just 6 seats, 3
on either side, facing each other, maybe a few feet of free space in the
middle. It was a man and his wife sitting on the other side while I was
sort of in the corner. They were talking to each other so I just
daydreamed as I went up.

It's maybe a 15 minute ride up that lift, and so my mind had plenty of
time to wander. In no time my mind came to the condom in my pocket, how
could I forget about that! I considered the idea that if I were alone I
could put the condom on, jerkoff in the gondola and no one would ever
know. I thought about if there was anyway I could somehow get the condom
on my dick right then and cum with these people never knowing. My cock
started to stiffen.

Under my ski pants I was wearing these spandex long johns or base layer
pants, so those along with the thick ski pants kept anything from being
outwardly noticeable in terms of my bulge. No way to get a condom on
without them noticing though. My ski pants had pockets on the side, so I
took off one glove and casually slipped my right hand into my snow pants
pocket. The inside of the pocket was nylon or something smooth like that,
so I could gently rub my hand against my now penis which was now bulging
inside the spandex long johns. I could feel my bulge straining, and I
squeezed like you would if you had to stop yourself from peeing, you
know, like Kegels exercises, which pulsed my cock against the tightness
of the spandex material.

The couple across the way was into their own world of conversation and
clearly had no interest in the kid across the way. That was good given
what I was doing. I also had on my ski goggles which were reflective on
the outside, so I could monitor them carefully without them noticing
where I was looking. I played with my cock the whole ride up, and getting
close to cumming a few times, but letting the feeling slide away each
time as I didn't want a big mess to deal with for the rest of the day.
Once at the top, I hopped off the gondola and headed right back down the
slopes to try and get another ride. My idea was to get on one of these
alone and jerkoff in the condom. I even thought it would be neat to leave
the condom in the gondola after I was done, though I wasn't sure if that
was worth the risk of somehow getting caught.

The mountain wasn't busy at this spot so back at the same line for the
gondola I was able to wait until I was the only one, and I then entered
the line. My gondola arrived and I put my skis plus poles in the holder
on the outside, entered and sat down in a middle seat on the left side.
Right then another skier showed up and started to board. My heart sank,
knowing I wouldn't be alone on the ride up as I had planned. He was
goggled up like I was too, and as he entered he sat across from me on the
right side. He took off his goggles and leaned back in his seat, while I
left my goggles on, watching him, somewhat spitefully to be honest. I'd
guess he was in his late 30s or early 40s, tough to say really. He was
shaven but with some stubble on his face, like a 5 o'clock shadow. Taller
than me, as most adults were or seemed to be to me. He was wearing a
yellow skiing outfit - matching pants and jackets. Tough to say what his
body type was exactly given all the gear. Probably average.

The gondola door closed and we were on our way. I degloved my right hand
and put it into my pant pocket as I had done on the last trip up and
rubbed my bulge slowly, resolved to at least enjoy myself quietly now
that my plan had been foiled. Maybe I'd make another run down and try
again. After a minute I was hard, and I thought about the condom. At
around then the man looked over right at me as I was rubbing my bulge
still in my pants, and I hesitated. I don't think he could see what I was
doing exactly, although there was a little motion of my hand in my pants,
so if you really looked maybe you could see something?

I looked at the man, analyzing his features, I was reassuring myself that
he wasn't someone I had seen around somehow, or who would know me
somehow. I was thinking, "I don't know this person," and that gave me
some confidence. He then smiled at me and said "beautiful day today,
don't you think?" I replied my agreement, I might have just said "yup". I
wasn't really used to adults addressing me unless I knew them, so it
might have made me self-conscious, but his smile and the tone of his
voice somehow seemed inviting? Plus the freedom of being on my own, I
didn't know him, I felt free from the idea of getting into trouble. I was
encouraged.

His gaze went away from me and he was looking out of the gondola windows
as it took us up, and I casually reached into my jacket pocket, and found
the condom I had bought earlier. I fondled the condom, toying with it in
my pocket, it felt hot in my hand - probably due to my own excitement. To
me a condom was a sign of sex, I thought maybe I could use that somehow
and my mind quickly went through a bunch of what-if scenarios before it
settled on one idea. What if I could get the guy to see the condom? An
innocent accidental drop of the condom could lead to no worse than him
not seeing it at all, ignoring it, or saying something. There is nothing
wrong with having a condom, and accidentally dropping one probably has
happened to someone before... what did I have to lose?

I took the condom out and I leaned forward with it in my hand. My elbows
resting on my knees and my legs spread apart, I crinkled it in my hand as
loudly as I could and dropped the condom between my legs, between my ski
boots. The gondola ride was actually pretty quiet, aside from the sound
of rattling and clunking around at each of the polls we past by. So, when
I crinkled it in my hand before dropping it I thought it was loud enough
for him to hear. Whether he heard it or was watching me out of the corner
of his eye, the man turned from staring out the window and glanced down,
the yellow wrapper was pretty obvious on the black floor. I had turned my
head enough after before dropping it, so it appeared I wasn't looking at
him, but my eyes behind my reflective goggles were watching him. He was
looking down and he smiled, and then surprisingly he didn't hesitate, he
reached down between my feet and picked up the condom. He brought it up
in front of me and said "You might have dropped something"

I turned to him and took it from his hand and said "oops", and put it
back in my jacket, nervously - I was suddenly embarrassed even though I
had wanted him to notice it, now that he had, it was like a called bluff.
I felt flushed but my goggles hid my eyes. He was looking at me smiling
still, and said something like "no worries at all" and then he sat back
again. "So, are you here alone?" he asked, to which I explained my
situation. I told him truthfully how I was with a friend, they went down
without me due to frostbite. I am sure I was speaking in a stammering
way, I was almost trying to change the subject, embarrassed about him
seeing the condom even though that was the whole idea.

After listening to my story, he laughed and said "oh, I thought maybe you
were staying here, and had a girlfriend waiting for you somewhere to use
that condom on." I laughed, more like a giggle probably, and said "I
wish." He laughed more and said "I know the feeling. I bet you're petty
horny... the mountain air always makes me horny too." I wasn't sure what
to say to that, so I just said "yeah", and laughing because he still was
too. I really don't think he had any idea how old I was, and looking back
at it, this was clearly flirting though at the time I initially thought
this was just "guy talk". I had this idea that maybe he was just saying
"yeah, I get horny bro, it's cool! We all get horny son!" Luckily he
persisted even though my responses were probably less than ideal. He
stopped laughing and paused maybe 30 seconds before he said, "I could
help you quick with that if you wanted."

My cock had softened while this conversation happened, but once he said
that I got a light headed feeling and that bulge started rising again,
caught beneath my spandex long johns. I was pretty sure I knew what he
was saying, but not 100%. "yeah?" was all I could muster up in response,
to which he said "why don't you show me what you've got?" I hesitated,
but I was smiling, stupidly, still not exactly sure what he meant and
after another few seconds of me looking at him with a smile, he got more
specific "why don't you show me your cock"

At that point, given a direct command, I didn't hesitate. It was
"permission granted", and the pent up desires of my normal day life,
mixed with the freedom of being alone on the mountain let my normal
inhibitions untie themselves. My snow pants had a couple buttons and a
zipper. I fumbled a bit unbuttoning and unzipping, then slid them down by
lifting my butt up a bit from the seat, not fully standing up. I remember
thinking it was good the sunlight was keeping the gondola warm enough. I
got my snow pants down to just below my knees, and sat back, with my
spandex long johns still on. The fabric was black but I was bulging
pretty good in them. To be honest, I was sort of embarrassed about taking
it all off, was this really happening? But the man didn't need any
further invitation.

All in one motion he got up, and then down to his knees, and pushed my
knees apart and sort of slid his way in between them. He had taken his
gloves off at some point, and he now grabbed at the stretchy waist band
of my long johns, pulling them down. I again lifted my ass up as he
worked them down, and my cock which had been pointing down now sprung up
as he worked the long johns waist band down passed the downward pointed
dick. He seemed to hesitate a little, maybe because I didn't have a lot
of hair down there and he might have wondered about my age right then.
"Very nice" he said simply while inspecting my genitals for maybe 5 to
10 seconds. For that moment I felt like the doctor was examining me for a
physical, though I'd never had a full hard on with a doctor. He then
grabbed my hard dick at the base with one hand, and sort of shook it,
moving it around, then he was grabbing at my testicles which were
dangling pretty good having been nice and warm in my underwear.

While playing with my balls he looked up into my still goggled eyes, and
asked "how old are you?" to which I replied with what I knew to be an
acceptable answer, "18". He kind of nodded and then he planted his face
right into my groin taking my cock entirely into his mouth down to the
base. I moaned my approval of his maneuver, and sank further back into my
seat, spreading my legs as best I could - the snow pants and long johns
made that somewhat difficult, so mainly my knees were spread apart and he
leaned in over my pulled down pants that were pushed down between my
legs. He sucked like a vacuum and moved his head up, letting my cock come
out of his mouth, it made almost a pop like taking a lollipop out of your
mouth. This guy knew what he was doing. "Tell me if we get to close to
the end of the ride, we don't want anybody catching us" he said, and I
said "okay". From my position I was facing the way the gondola was moving
so I would be able to give a warning while he sucked.

He immediately went back down and took me into his mouth once more,
putting his hands on my thighs as he did. Then he started bobbing his
head up and down, and as before, he applied a tremendous amount of
suction, in particular on the way up. On the way down his mouth was open,
then on the way up was this great suction. It was awesome. His hands
gripped my quads as he did this, massaging and kneading them, moving his
hands up and down them and digging his thumbs into my inner thighs. He
was doing something with his tongue occasionally, swirling it around on
the bottom of my cock, licking at the frenulum as he continued to bob his
head up and down. I may normally have closed my eyes to enjoy this, but
this time I was on the look out as we went over the mountain tops,
through the trees. So, I was looking around outside, when I wasn't
looking down watching him take my cock down his throat. He took me out of
his mouth once more and leaned in lower, licking at my hanging balls.
Then he took one of my nuts into his mouth, massaging it around with his
tongue, he released that one and then did the other. He briefly looked up
again and said "I could suck you all day, fuck!"

He planted his face into my groin again, taking my cock all the way in. I
could feel him pushing his face down, and I thrust upwards, until I could
feel his teeth around the base of my shaft, and I could feel the glans of
my penis hitting the back of his throat. I moaned to signal my delight,
and in turn he made an excited "mmmmmmmm!" and I could feel the vibration
of his guttural moan on my tool as he took every inch of me. Then he came
up again, sliding his lips up my erection, applying suction along the
way, and he grabbed the base again - pulling down such that it retracted
my foreskin all the way down, I could tell because my glans is super
sensitive. His tongue went all over the tip, which was almost too much
sensation for my sensitive uncut cock head.

I squirmed a bit at the intensity of the tickle on my glans and in
response he took my member deep into his throat again as he continued
firmly grabbing the base. He started bobbing up and down more quickly,
and I watched intently as my shaft entered and withdrew from his lips. It
made a slurping sound at times and his saliva had accumulated. It was
serving as lubricant in his hand now, leaking down and I could feel the
moistness of it in my pubic hair and dripping down onto my balls. The
noise of his breathing became loud and ragged as he enthusiastically
worked on my dick. Pretty soon I couldn't help myself from propping
myself up with my hands, and thrusting my hips upwards to meet his lips
each time his head bobbed down on it. He positioned his hand upwards a
bit on the shaft giving some room for me to withdraw and reinsert my cock
on my own, and he held his head still as I was literally fucking his
face, through his wet hand, without a care in the world.

I was in ecstasy as I felt that tension in my lower belly rapidly
coiling, and tingling up my spine. My body quivered as I continued
pumping through his hand and into his mouth, his tongue swirling around
each time I entered between his lips, greedily coaxing me to release my
seed. I was shaking now, my ass clenching with each thrust into his face,
and I was holding my breath. Suddenly the tightness in my belly
intensified, I could feel my balls pull up to my body and my shaking
became uncontrollable as the first spasm of my climax hit me. "I'm gonna
cum!" I gasped breathlessly.

*I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, forcing him down as I
thrust up once more, and felt my load escape through my throbbing cock
into his hungry throat. He moaned another excited "mmmmmmm" as I grunted
and shot into his mouth. I stopped pumping my hips upwards as I felt my
whole body begin to spasm, and I exhaled with a loud long sigh as waves
of my orgasm coursed through me, falling back into my seat. As soon as I
stopped humping his face he resumed his hand and head movement, clearly
he wanted every drop, milking my tool with both his hand and mouth, he
took shot after shot of my sperm. I felt at least 5 pulses go through me,
and I could feel him swallowing as he gulped it down without stopping his
movement or his vacuum like sucking. I continued to lean back, watching
him as he continued to work up and down my dick, he made sure to receive
every last drop I had to give him.*

Slowly he changed from suction and began to lick the sides of my cock,
then licking around the tip, stroking it from base to mid-shaft as I
began to soften. I was entirely satisfied, and relaxed, melting into the
seat. Soon it occurred to me the gondola had to be near it's final
destination. Sure enough, I was pretty confident we were only a hill or
two away from seeing the end of the line, and I said "I think we're
almost there." He looked up, dropping my now half hard phallus from his
mouth, which flopped to the side. He took a look behind him toward where
the gondola headed, and said "Yeah, I think we're close... great dick
man, happy to help you out." Then he got up from his knees, moved back to
the opposite side of the gondola and took his seat.

I still had my snow pants and long johns down below my knees. So, as
casually as I could I yanked up my long johns, tucking my cock back into
them, and then pulled my snow pants, zipping and buttoning them up. My
dick and balls were still covered with his saliva and it was damp all
around when I tucked them away again. The idea of his warm spit was a
turn on even though I was pretty spent and my member was softening.
"Thanks for that man" I said, to which he laughed and said "my pleasure!"
And shortly after that I could see the end of the gondola line where you
got off the gondola, so we both started getting our gloves and such back
on, preparing for the exit.

For the last minute of the ride part of me felt a little awkward sitting
here with this guy who had just been going down on me and who still must
have the taste of me in his mouth. I had all the usual hang-ups of the
time about being called a fag, people finding out, and I started feeling
a little worried. Maybe somehow someone would find out that I had just
let this guy blow me. Maybe someone in the next gondola up or behind us
could see, but as I looked around they seemed way too far away for anyone
to notice and the glass was tinted anyway.

All of this had my attention for the last moments, and I was staring off
to the side into the beautiful mountain scenery contemplating. Perhaps my
companion could sense my deep thinking, or maybe just figured I was
weirded out. Either way, he didn't say anything more, and as the gondola
came to a stop the door opened, he said cheerily "enjoy the rest of the
day, great weather today!" Then he hopped out without waiting for my
response, grabbed his skis and off he went marching off to wherever he
was headed. I followed suit, dragging my skis off to the side where a
downward slope started. I popped on my skis and down I went, feeling the
wetness all around my groin - the leftovers from my first and last time
having sex on a gondola.

When I got down the mountain to the main lodge, I went to the bathroom
and I got myself hard again in a stall and put the condom on. I managed
to stay semi-hard with the condom on the remainder of the day, only an
hour or so I suppose. I rode home in my snow pants, and underneath, the
condom stayed on neatly, with my dick trapped in those spandex long
johns. I rubbed myself hard through my ski pants pocket, thinking about
my experience in the gondola, and I came twice silently on the ride home
in the back of my parents' minivan. The condom did slip off at one point,
maybe the last hour to home. I felt my cum hot and moist, spilling out of
the condom into my bulging spandex long johns and I thought about the
saliva of the man, and wondered if he could still taste me, and did I
taste good.

*****

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