Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2010 08:09:24 -0800
From: Jason Bent <wandering69@inbox.com>
Subject: Snowboarding Trip

The usual disclaimers apply to this story. Do not read
this if you are not supposed to. It was written as a piece
of fantasy fiction, not as a description of any actual
true events. The only part of this story that is true is
my early comments about my "Look, but don't touch" policy.
It's how I am, sorry if you find that hypocritical. No
boys were harmed during the writing of this story. It is
for the virtual enjoyment of the reading audience and not
intended to encourage sexual relations between men and
boys. There, now that we've got that out of the way, read
on if you like.


Chapter One - Departure

It was coming up on my son's birthday, and somehow I got
roped into taking him snowboarding with a bunch of his
friends. It might sound like heaven to be able to spend
the day with a bunch of boys, but it wasn't quite as fun
as it sounds. I was not looking forward to getting up at
"0 Dark Hundred", driving several hours to the local
resort, killing a day walking around watching all the
beautiful people (a previous knee injury keeps me off the
slopes), then drive a couple more hours back home again.
And it was only gonna cost me about $500 for this
privilege! I shouldn't complain, though. At least I didn't
have his mother along.

My son Eric is a good looking young man, he's a junior in
high school and gets good grades - never in trouble. But
he and his friends are all multi-sport athletes and
clearly enjoy the girls that are always around! Growing
up, he has always had lots of friends, most of them being
really cute since they were usually part of one of the
sports teams he was on at the time! I was more than happy
to host sleepovers and camping trips, although never
getting too close to any of his friends. See, when it
comes to boys, I've kept to a strict "look, but don't
touch" policy. Something about winding up in a small,
confined space with bars on it turns me off!

So the night before we were to leave, Matt, one of the
boys, called Eric and told him he can't go because he has
to stay home and watch his little brother, Zach, while
their mom is at work. It seems the person who usually
watches him got the flu and couldn't take him that day. My
son came to me clearly bummed, and told me he was really
looking forward to Matt coming with us. Apparently, he got
another call from Matt a little later and they got to
scheming. Eric came to me all excited, begging,
 "Please, dad, can't we take just Zach with us? That way
Matt can still go!"

"Crap", I thought. Now I've "got to babysit too."

Well, he continued to work on me, so finally I told him
OK. He rushed off to call Matt back and give him the good
news while I finished getting the van ready to go. Most of
the guys spent the night at our house so they would just
have to jump in the van in the morning and we could stop
and pick up Matt and Zach on our way out of town. They
were getting pretty wild, laughing about all the "snow
bunnies" they were going to be picking up the next day.
Finally about 11 o'clock I told them they better get some
sleep so they would be ready to go in the morning, and I
headed off to bed myself. I was asleep as soon as my head
hit the pillow.

At 4AM, I'd finished my third cup of coffee and loaded 4
sleepy teenage boys and all their gear into the van, and
off we went. When we stopped at Matt and Zach's house,
they were outside waiting, which made it easy for me. Eric
got in the back to sit with his buds, and told Zach he
could have shotgun. As he was getting in the van, I got my
first good look at him. "Oh.........My.........Gawd...."
was all I could think. Zach was drop-dead gorgeous! He was
about 12 or 13, blond hair hanging a little over his eyes,
just over 5 feet tall, and maybe a hundred pounds. He
looked like he was going to be an athlete like his big
brother. He had a little muscle definition started, and he
had no problem slinging his gear into the van with the
rest of the stuff.

"Thanks for letting me come along, Mr. Smith", he said as
he got in.

"Hey, no problem, Zach", I said, and tousled his hair.

"And all the other guys just call me Brad, not Mr. Smith."

"OK, Brad, cool."

Hmmmmmmm, this day was starting to look up!

Since we had several hours of driving ahead of us, once we
got on the highway most of the boys fell asleep pretty
quickly. A couple of them listened to their IPods for a
while until they also fell asleep. Zach and I made a
little small talk about how the weather was supposed to be
on the mountain and his previous snowboarding experiences,
and then he too nodded off. As the sun came up, I often
glanced over at Zach as he slept. He had such an innocent
peaceful face as he slept. It had been several years since
there had been a boy his age hanging around and I enjoyed
his beauty as we drove along.

We were approaching the mountain, and maneuvering through
the twists and turns heading to the slopes had woke
everyone up. As they saw all the snow, they got more and
more excited about the day ahead. We got to the lifts just
as they were starting up. The boys wasted no time getting
their gear on and boards ready, chattering the whole time.
A group of high school girls had caught their attention
and they were all doing a little showing off, stretching
and flexing to make the girls laugh. That is, except Zach.
He seemed to be a little nervous and not really joining in
with the older boys. I asked him,

"Everything OK, buddy?" as he got ready.

"Yeah" was all he said, not looking me in the eye.

"OK", I said as they finished getting ready and got set to
head out.

"Make sure you stay together in case someone wipes out." A
pair of eyes met mine.

"That includes Zach, too."

A relieved look crossed his face. A couple of the older
boys grumbled a little, but they all set off together. I
figured that they understood me pretty clearly, and we had
made plans for where we would meet up for lunch so I
started out on my own adventures.

Chapter Two - Exploring

It was pretty sunny when we got to the mountain. Warm too.
Great spring boarding weather. Soon, clouds rolled in and
snow started falling. "Better for the boys," I thought. I
remembered times I had been on the slopes. A little fresh
powder always made the trip more enjoyable. I hadn't been
to this resort before, and didn't really know my way
around. Fortunately, there was a shuttle bus to get you
from one set of lifts to another. I found myself a trail
map, which also included where all the shops, lifts,
restrooms, and other facilities were. So, after walking
around the main part of the resort, I hopped a shuttle to
the furthest lift. There weren't all that many people
around, being mid-week. I found a nice eating area on the
2nd floor of a lodge and sat down with a cup of coffee and
admired the view out the bay windows. As I sat and
chilled, I noticed how happy everyone was. Nobody was
being obnoxious or stuck-up. The families there were all
getting along and laughing together. The clientèle of this
resort seemed more like locals and not so much like
tourists.

As I traveled around the resort throughout the morning, as
my manner was, I checked out the boys I saw. There were so
many beautiful sights to behold. While snow pants and
jackets can hardly be described as flattering,
occasionally I would see a boy in last year's pants that
fit especially well, showing off a nice bubble butt. I
love the way a boy's blemish-free skin, smooth and clean,
glows from the cold and wind when they ski or board. Many
times throughout the day, I would be gazing upon some
young beauty and have his eyes meet mine, and would be
rewarded by a sweet smile and "Hi" as we passed each
other. Sometimes I could swear I caught a hint of a blush
on a boy's cheeks as our eyes would meet and he would
smile and pretend to look away. A few times I would find a
youngster sitting by himself or standing around all alone
and I would strike up a conversation. Sometimes he would
just be taking a break. Other times he would be waiting
for someone.

Late in the morning, I needed to piss. I found my way to
the nearest men's room to take care of my need and stopped
at the first urinal I came to. After unzipping and letting
fly, I glanced around as the pee flowed. At the other end
of the long row of urinals, it looked like a young man
standing at his urinal staring at me. "Nah," I thought,
"He must just be letting his mind and eyes wander as he
pees." I finished, shook, zipped back up, and walked over
to the sinks not thinking any more about it. The young man
walked over and used the sink next to mine. As we washed
our hands off, I saw in the reflection of the mirror that
he was looking right over at my crotch! I looked over his
reflection in the mirror. "Wow." He was pretty cute.
Looked to be maybe 13 or 14. No sideburns or sign of any
facial hair yet. Hmmmmm. His eyes moved up to the mirror
and our eyes meet in the mirror's reflection. He realized
that he had been caught and he quickly looks away. We
finished drying our hands and leave the men's room. As I
left the building, I looked back. The boy was standing
just outside the men's room door, looking after me and
obviously "adjusting himself." I was a little taken aback
to say the least! I looked at my watch. It was getting
close to the time I told the boys I would meet them for
lunch, so I headed toward our meeting place, wondering at
what  had just happened. Surely I was just jumping to
conclusions. That boy couldn't have been checking me out.
What would a boy that young be doing on his own, cruising
the men's room?

As I got to the food area, I saw Zach sitting there all by
himself looking kind of sad. When he saw me, his face
brightened up a little but I could tell something was
still wrong.

"Hey Zachster, what's up?"

"Nuthin'" he chirped.

"Where's everybody else?" I asked. His eyes fell and his
smile faded.

"They ditched me up on the slopes."

"No way!" "When did they do that?"

"About an hour ago," he told me.

"They took off laughing down a black diamond. I couldn't
find them again, so I came here 'cause this is where you
said to meet up for lunch and I knew you wouldn't like it
if I was boarding by myself without someone with me." he
continued.

Now I was starting to get a little pissed. I had
specifically told them all to stay together.

"I don't think my brother was real happy about havin' to
bring me along." Zach went on, "He was bein' kinda mean to
me this morning when we were getting ready; tellin' me I
was just a 'pain-in-the-ass little fag'." I noticed tears
starting up in his eyes.

OK, now I was more than a little pissed. I remembered the
way Zach was holding back from the rest of the boys when
we got there this morning and it all started to make
sense. I know little brothers can be a pain sometimes, but
that's no excuse to treat somebody like that. It looked
like the boys and I were going to have a little talk when
they got there.

We didn't have to wait long. About 5 minutes later, the
gang showed up. When Matt saw me sitting with Zach, and
after the look I gave him, he knew he had been busted.

"So, what happened up on the slopes earlier?", I
questioned the older boys.

There was a lot of shuffling of feet and nobody said much.
Then Matt spoke up, "I guess the little dweeb couldn't
keep up and got himself lost."

"Sounds to me like Zach's got an asshole for a brother." I
replied. "I said everybody stays together and I meant it.
It isn't safe to board alone. If Zach had gotten hurt,
there wouldn't have been anybody around to get help. We're
either going to follow my rules, or we're going to pack up
and go home. Am I making myself crystal clear here?"

"Yeah." Matt mumbled, glaring at his little brother.

"Excuse me?", I asked.

"Yes sir." Matt answered, softening his tone a little.

"That's what I thought. Now lets get some lunch and enjoy
the afternoon."

It appeared that the matter had been put to rest, so we
all had a hearty lunch and rested a little before the boys
hit the slopes for the afternoon.

Chapter Three - Adventure

When lunch was over and the boys had left again, I sat
there a while enjoying the day. The snow was still lightly
falling. Not enough to make things difficult - just enough
to make things feel wintry and make the slopes fun. I
thought back to my time with Zach. He was really a pretty
cool kid. It was a shame he didn't have a decent big
brother and no dad at home for a positive male role model.
He deserved better. Ah well, I sensed the urge to again
drain the main vein and headed back to the restrooms.

As I entered the men's room again, who do you suppose I
saw standing at the urinals again? My young friend from
earlier! This boy either had to piss a lot, or he was
actually cruising the men's room! This time I stepped up
to a urinal just 2 away from him. I didn't hear anything
hitting the water in his urinal and he seemed to be doing
a lot more looking around than actually peeing. I finished
my business, washed my hands, and walked out. Now I was
really getting excited. There was a gift shop right next
to the bathrooms, so I went in there to think a minute.
Next thing I knew, the boy was coming into the gift shop
and looking around like he was looking for someone. Our
eyes met and he headed over to some racks of clothing. I
sort of looked that way and judging from where his hand
was, he was either shoplifting something or he had his
hand down the front of his pants! I stopped dead in my
tracks. This couldn't really be happening. I must have
been dreaming. This kind of thing only happens in those
stories you read on Nifty, it doesn't happen in real life,
right? Holy shit. He looked me straight in the eye and
groped himself. Nobody else could possibly have seen him
but me. I started to shake a little. I had to know if this
kid was for real.

I left the gift shop and went back into the men's room. I
wasn't there but a few seconds when the boy walked in and
took the urinal right next to mine. By this time, my dick
was so hard I couldn't piss even if I had to. The urinals
had those damn partitions between them, so I couldn't just
glance over and see what he was doing. I leaned back just
a little and try to peer around the partition and saw him
trying the same thing. Now I was really starting to shake.
I wanted this kid so bad but I was so nervous. I'd never
actually even gotten this close to hooking up with a boy
outside of my imagination. I walked out of the men's room
in a daze. Where could we go? There were people
everywhere. The thought of there being a place where there
weren't people running around was staggering. I sure as
hell was not going to try going into a stall with him. I
could almost hear the sirens and feel the handcuffs! This
was amazing. There was a boy not 5 feet away from me that
wanted sex as bad as I did and there was nowhere we could
go. I looked all around, then I finally saw it. Between
the men's and ladies bathrooms, there was a "Family"
bathroom. You know, the kind with a baby changing station
and everything.

I looked around and the boy had disappeared back into the
men's room. I tried the door to the family bathroom and
the door opened. My heart was beating so hard I wondered
if it was going to burst through my chest. He walked out
of the men's room but before I could point out the family
bathroom, a woman and her daughter who looked like she has
been crying went into the family bathroom. Talk about
frustration! I caught the boy's eye. He was down the hall,
again groping himself hard and looking straight at me. I
nodded toward the door that the woman and daughter just
went in. Now I was starting to become self conscious about
hanging around outside the men's room. A woman and her
young son came along. He's maybe 6 or 7. He went in to use
the bathroom while mom stayed outside. This was getting
uncomfortable. She waited. I waited. She waited some more.
I waited some more. I was sure someone was going to come
up and ask me why I'm lurking outside the men's room. At
last the mother and daughter came out of the family
bathroom. The young boy came out of the men's room and he
left with his mom. Now it was just me and my boy. We
looking at each other. I looked around. Nobody else here.
I headed into the family bathroom and let the door close.
10 seconds went by. 20 seconds. Nothing. I opened the door
a crack and looked out. There was my boy standing against
the wall, an obvious tent in his pants. I let the door
shut, figuring that if this was going to happen, he was
going to have to open the door and come in on his own.
Sure enough. The door had barely shut when it opened
again, and in walked the boy. Our hands met as we both
reached to lock the door. He walked straight to me,
reached out, and grabbed my cock through my pants. I
reached out and grabbed his. He started to fumble with my
zipper.

"Lets see what I've got to work with here.", he said.

He seemed to be having some difficulty so I unbuttoned,
unzipped, and whipped out my dick. At the same time, he
was getting his out. It was beautiful. Circumcised, about
four and a half or five inches long, maybe two and a half
or three inches around, and hard as a rock! He had a small
amount of hair around the base of his cock, but not much.
Small, grape-sized balls in a super smooth sack. Pure
beauty.

"Holy shit, your cock is huge!", he said.

I'm really not. Maybe seven and a half inches long but
kind of big around. When he rubbed our cocks together,
mine sure looked a lot bigger than his. We stroked each
other for a few seconds, then he leaned over and took me
right into his mouth! This kid had done this before! He
stood back up and smiled. I think he was after a kiss, but
I was so unnerved by this incredible boy, I just stood
there acting stupid. He saw the lust in my eyes and got
down on his knees in front of me. He took me in his mouth
like an expert. I've never been blown like that in my
life. This boy had skills. He would let my cock almost
slide all the way out of his mouth, then plunge back down
on it like it was a lollipop - the whole while looking up
at me with these big beautiful eyes. I think I fell in
love right at that moment. As he sucked me,  one of his
hands had found its way inside my boxers and he was
fingering my asshole. His other hand was working his own
hot boy cock. He started stroking me. I guess his mouth
was getting tired and he knew I was close.

"Are you going to cum?"

All I could do is grunt and nod.

"I was to see you shoot"

"Here I cummmm....", I said as I prepared to unload.

As I shot all over the floor between us, I saw him release
his own load onto the floor with mine. He made quite a
puddle for a boy his age! I would have liked to have had
that in my mouth, but we had already been locked in a
public restroom for too long as it was. He had obviously
enjoyed himself as much as I did. He cleaned up the mess
we had made on the floor (such a nice boy - his mom would
be so proud. hee-hee). And went into the stall.

"You go ahead. I'll wait in the stall until you knock to
let me know it's OK to come out.", he told me.

I was at a loss for words. This boy had just blown my cock
and my mind at the same time. We gave each other a final
smile and I walked out of the bathroom. Nobody else was
nearby, so I knocked on the door that had just closed and
I walked outside into the cold air, barely able to
breathe. I couldn't believe what had just happened. What
an incredibly sexy boy.

"Dammit," I thought. "I didn't even think to get his name
or anything. Too bad. I wouldn't mind taking that a little
further!".

As I walked away, the events of the past hour swirling
through my mind, little did I realize what was still ahead
of me that day!


End of Chapter Three

I've never written this type of story before. I've been a
reader here for a long time and always wanted to try my
hand at writing. I now have a new appreciation for the
authors who contribute. It's not as easy as it looks!
I've got several ideas how this story could progress from
here. The stage is set for Zach to become a major
character. The boy from the restroom could resurface. New
characters might appear. I just need to let this one
simmer a while while I figure out my next direction. If
you have ideas or suggestions, feel free to offer. Sorry,
I'm not really into fetishes like pissing, torture,
diapers, or other unusual fantasies. wandering69@inbox.com