Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2006 10:12:22 -0600 From: Kenny Santoria Subject: Cold Beaches 3 Cold Beaches, Part 3, Ski Trip Soreness. Argosylight@hotmail.com The day did begin good. Standing in front of the mirror and jerking. I liked the fact that Trip and I were built almost exactly alike. I didn't realize it until we stood naked right next to each other and looked into the mirror. I thought he had the best body I had seen for a kid our age. It was a boost to my own ego when I thought about it. I looked so much like the body that I adored. The day on the ski slope was another tough day. I truly was getting better and I was trying runs that were probably - no, definitely too much for me. I was landing on about every part of my body but I was getting very good at getting up quickly. The hardest part of the day was when I was actually skiing. I started to find muscles that I never knew existed. I was tired by the time we stopped for lunch but then we went all day long. At the end of the day, there were only 5 more couples allowed on the lift after us. We were the last non-ski patrol skiers to come off the mountain. I was moving so slow at the end of the day. I didn't want to move very much at all. I was very grateful when Trip and his family went to their favorite restaurant in town. We had real fondue, where you not only dip stuff in cheese but cook hunks of meat right at the table. We sat there so long that I was barely able to walk out. I wasn't the only one but I sure was the worst. We stopped at a store where Trip's parents could pick up their bottle of Wild Turkey. They got a few tubes of Bengay. Walking up the steps to the chalet was slow and painful. My legs were shaking as I tried to make each step. Trip's mother tossed him a tube of Bengay and told us to do each other. I did smile at the "do each other" direction. I did make it to our bed and I fell down and didn't want to move. Trip was there to take care of me though. He got the towels out of the bathroom, spread them on the bed next to me and then helped me get undressed. I was embarrassed by the help but it was almost a little game. When I was down to nothing but my longjohns, Trip got rid of his jacket, pants, shirts, and socks. My longjohn bottoms didn't stay on long. I could get them down to about my calves then he pulled them the rest of the way. The cool air in the room hit me and started me shivering. Trip looked a little disappointed when he saw that my dick was as limp as could be. I think that was the first time that my dick caused me embarrassment by not being hard. I could smell the scents of the day. The cooking of the fondue, the oil and various cheeses and fruits were there. The sweat of working hard to ski was hitting my nose. I enjoyed the scent of the piņon fires. And when my longjohns were off, I picked up the musky odor and hints of cum. Trip squeezed out a ribbon of the ointment on each of my legs. It felt cold on my skin. As he rubbed it in, his hands were therapeutic. His fingers were hitting sore spots and working out the knots. I could tell it was going to help before he ever got past my calves. We were talking and joking about it and all kinds of things. I did moan and groan as he worked on me. He kept squeezing the Bengay and kept getting higher on my legs. He reached a point where he was getting close to my butt and we both got quiet. I was trembling as his fingers toyed with my butt crack. He'd get so close and roll his hands away. I could feel my boner growing underneath me with every rub of his hands. He stopped and held the tube of ointment. He asked me if he could do my butt. He joked about it being too bruised from me landing on it all day long. But he also admitted to liking my butt. I told him that my butt could use it. My family was not known for having big butts and I definitely held up the family tradition. I was very much enjoying it though. When Trip would pull my cheeks apart and my hole would feel the cool air, my hole would pucker and I could feel my balls draw up a little. I was also wondering if Trip was looking, and enjoying looking at my hole. When Trip told me to roll over so he could do the front, I paused, worried about exposing my boner. I wondered why I was worried since we had played with each other's boners, just that morning even. And if I could, I planned on playing with his again that night. I did warn him to not let it poke him in the eye and then rolled over. We both laughed at how hard and sticking out I was. Trip swatted at my boner a few times, playing with it and making the sound of a spring getting swatted. Trip could have blown off the massage of my legs, if he would have just grabbed my dick and started to stroke. Trip was getting more ointment when he told me he knew where I was the sorest. He rubbed the inside of his legs, from just above his knee to up to his balls. It drew my attention to the very definite tent in his longjohns. I really wanted to pull them down, at least just to look. But Trip had it exactly right. Those were the muscles that I didn't know I had. I knew I was working them hard with the way I was skiing. The hardest thing for me to do all evening was bring my legs together. As we sat in the restaurant, my legs drifted open and I was content to leave them spread, then struggled to get them back into a position that allowed me to walk. Trip made quick work of my thighs, leaving the inside for last. His hand rubbed in the ointment and would brush my balls. The more he rubbed the wider my legs drew apart. I felt so vulnerable yet I was excited that I could expose myself that much to somebody. I liked the trust I had in Trip. It was within the code of boyhood to never expose that much of yourself, or your balls to a friend. If doing so, they were obliged to do at least a little harm, anything from a little nudge to a hefty thump to your balls, back of the hand of course. I trusted Trip. I loved being open and exposed. I loved the way he was looking so intently at my dick and balls. Trip loaded up his hands right before moving up my legs next to the crease of my legs. It was quiet except for the ragged breathing both of us were struggling to control. I watched his hands and mentally gave him permission to grab my dick and balls. I didn't want to move a muscle for fear of putting any distance between his hands and my balls. Trip had enough ointment on his fingers that some of it brushed off and sat on my balls. Teasingly, Trip wrapped his hands around my balls. Both hands rubbed all the way around, sliding with the slick ointment. He even pulled a couple of hands over my boner. My knees came up and I jumped. I wasn't trying to stop him or protect myself, it just happened. Trip laughed and lay down beside me. He told me he had to take a break. I told him he got about all my legs as there was. We talked quietly, his hand snuck over and started to play with the head of my dick. Not stroking it, but gently rubbing his fingers around the head. I moved my hand to his crotch. I felt his balls and his boner. I would eventually move my hand inside but the waffle fabric made for an interesting feel. Not only were my legs now tingling, but my balls started to really warm up. My dick was burning. The only thing that seemed to help was a hand moving over it. I actually wasn't too particular whose hand it was at the time, just as long as it was moving. Stroking sure did work. Trip gladly helped me out. Neither one of us thought about washing his hands, they were coated with the ointment and just added to the heat with every stroke. I warned him when I was going to shoot. He pulled up a corner of the towel on the bed and aimed my dick towards it. I unloaded and he used the towel to clean the dribbles and oozes off. I probably lost a little hardness right after I shot but my dick was still tingling and burning. Stroking would help. Trip brought me off to another orgasm. By that time, my dick was sensitive from shooting as well as the ointment. I had to stop. If I kept real still, it was like being in cold calm water. There seemed like there was a little envelope of warm water that would surround me. I just didn't move and the tingling was tolerable. Trip had slowly been humping his own fist. He had his hand on the outside of his longjohns. He knew he would be burning and tingling if he reached inside. He came right out and asked me to jerk him. Somehow, that request seemed so hot and dramatic to me. He said he really needed to get off but he had too much ointment on his hands. He really didn't have to ask, I was very ready to get my hands on his dick. We got him out of his longjohns and I wanted him so that I cold reach around and jerk him off that way. He snuggled up to me, I found that if I got my dick between his butt cheeks, it seemed to help control the burning. We were touching from our heads, my chest pressed to his back, my dick buried between his butt cheeks, my thighs running along the back of his legs, and even our feet were touching. My hand on his dick almost felt unreal. It was so hard that it felt like a steel rod running down the middle. His skin was soft and velvety. I stroked him slow and steady. Not only was I enjoying the feel of his dick in my hand, I loved the way his chest would rise and fall against me. We started breathing in sync. I jerked him like I enjoyed it, like it was one of those days that I could take my time and stroke as long as I wanted. It was like normal when I felt like he needed me to go faster. I got even faster when I knew he was getting close. Trip's legs straightened out, he growled and groaned and then I felt the cum rush through his dick. He placed his hand over mine and kept me from stroking any more. I felt a huge rush of power. I could make Trip cum and make him feel good. A few minutes after his last shot, I was tenderly playing with his dick. I was almost soft but remained heavy and thick. I had planned on playing with it until he got hard enough to jerk again. Instead, the next thing I knew, I opened my eyes, and saw that it was just a little light outside. My hand was in its normal morning position and feeling dick and balls. I even did a little scratching and pulling my sack loose. It was just that I was not feeling the scratching and pulling. Before I could get too worried about losing the feeling in my dick, I realized were I was, and who I had in my hand. I don't think we moved at all that night. My dick was still nestled in his crack. My back side was cool, almost cold but everywhere Trip and I touched was as warm as sitting out on a beach all day. I slipped out of bed, covered Trip with the blanket and tiptoed to the bathroom. I thought I looked different. My dick seemed like it was hanging lower. All I had to do was look at it and I started getting hard. I quickly peed before I got so hard it would be impossible. Then I walked back in the room. Trip had really grabbed the covers and pulled them all around him. He was cold enough now to want the covers on him but we spent most of the night feeding on each other's warmth without much of the covers at all. The light outside caught my attention. The mountains were catching part of the sun as it rose and the clouds were low and moving fast. I stepped out on the deck and the cold stung me all around. It felt good to breathe in the cold air. I was really waking up in the cold breeze. It was also exciting to be standing naked on a deck, high on the hill and on a deck alone. I was out there only a little bit but it was only as long as I could stand it. I decided to take a shower rather than get back in bed. I wanted to get clean. I knew I smelled of sweat, cum, and especially Bengay. I was grateful for the ointment, I was able to move around but I was still sore and stiff. I ran my hand down the inside of my thighs and I felt the exact muscles that were still sore. I thought a hot shower would help me loosen up. It did feel good to shower alone. I could concentrate on rubbing all the private areas and making sure they were clean. I could still feel the remnants of the ointment on my balls, the water made then sting a little. I was about done when I heard Trip peeing. He then put his head in the shower, smiled at me, looked down at my dick, smiled more and then told me to leave the water going. We swapped positions and I dried off. We talked the entire time. By the time he got out of the shower, I was almost hard. He was flipping his dick around and I could see it starting to harden. Just kidding around, we both put our dicks on the counter as we combed our hair, and did a little zit maintenance. My eyes were on his dick. When Trip said that next week at that time he would be sitting in a yellow-dog school bus, he also admitted to getting boners as he rode the bus. Up to then, I thought I was the only one who could be affected that way. Trip told me that to keep from that happening, he would wait until right before he left and jerk. And he started. We stood in front of each other and jerked. We tried to talk to each other as we did. Our voices were shaking and ragged. The most I had ever said when I was jerking was usually answering one of my parents. I would tell them that I would be out of the bathroom right away or that "nothing" was going on. We were also jerking fast, as if we were doing it right before having to leave for the bus. I had gotten really good at jerking fast. It wasn't too long before I was shooting into the sink. Then I watched as Trip continued to stroke. He made a great weird cum face and his cum began to flow out and down his hand. I watched him take the towel and wipe his hand. He didn't wash the cum off his hand and my mind went back to the party when he jumped on my back. I knew he smelled like cum then. I was even more sure that he had cum right before he came to the party, and he probably didn't wash his hand then. His parents and the rest of his family were late getting up. After breakfast we hit the slopes again. I probably would have been pretty good that day, if I had been able to bring my legs together. I wasn't all that bad actually. We stayed at the mountain all day, ate lunch on top of the mountain, and just hang around the lodge. There were a couple of girls that we had met the other day and they were getting serious about flirting with us. It worked out pretty good, we skied enough but it kept me from skiing too much. That evening, Trip and I finally decided to accept his mother's invitation to use the hot tub. I wanted to do it the other nights but we had found a lot more fun stuff to do. Trip and I had just come from the bottom of the mountain. He bought his girlfriend back home some little treasure. The other kids were out of the hot tub, they were wrinkled and warm. Trip's brother told him that their parents wanted us to come on into the hot tub. I did have a problem. The plan that I knew about was going skiing, in snow, where it was cold, no beaches, just cold snow. I had no swim suit. I did have a bunch of clean white briefs that I was thinking that I could use. We went out to the big deck just as Trip's father was throwing his swim suit over a rail next to the hot tub. I know my eyes were big when I also saw his mother's suit hanging there. We stood close enough to the tub that I could see her nipples. I think she thought that since they were underwater, I couldn't see them. This was before the term MILF came into our language but she definitely was one of those mothers. Trip and his parents were talking, I heard noise, and stared. I did hear his mother tell him to turn the porch light off first and we stepped over by the chairs. Trip told me to just take it all off, ALL. I have no idea why I was so willing to do it at the time but I undressed right along with Trip. The more I took off, the more I became bent over. I did awkwardly drop a towel on the way to the tub in an attempt to hide my boner from their view. There was almost no way to keep them from seeing when I crawled into the tub. I swear both of his parents had their eyes on my crotch. I was very happy and relieved when we did settle in the hot water. It felt so good to get warm, and to cover myself with the water. It was dark but faces and sometimes nipples were visible. And when Trip's father would reach up and pour them more Wild Turkey, I could see his dick. It was so hairy that it more scared me than excited me. He did lift up one time and her hand seemed to still be attached to his dick. I'm sure Trip noticed that too, because just when I got comfortable with not only sitting naked with old people but with the conversation, he attached his hand to my dick. I acted like I had just found a new outlet in the hot tub to cover the reason for my jumping. A few minutes later, Trip was pulling my hand over to his dick. His dick felt even bigger than it ever had. The Wild Turkey was disappearing on the other side of the tub. The conversation was all over the place. We had at least 4 topics that were going on; about my father working for the business, the bad ass new ski run they cut in the mountain that year, going to a bonfire, and Trip's girlfriends. We did settle on his girlfriends. That is when Trip and I became the most active with our hands. Trip was trying to talk when I reached under his floating balls and started to scratch. He lost all ability to make a complete sentence. I started to laugh. He squeezed the hell out of my dick, that just made me laugh even more. The Wild Turkey was gone, my hands looked like prunes, snow was falling on our heads, it was late and it was time to get out. My face was only inches from his father's hairy crotch as he stepped up and out of the tub. His mother exposed more tits as she struggled to get the bottom of her suit on. She had to put a hand on my knee to keep from falling into me but she made it out without finding my goodies. They jumped into robes and told us they would be right back. When his parents were gone, Trip and I cussed each other for all the feeling, squeezing and playing around. We did bring our dicks up so they could feel the cold air. We only had about two minutes before the pump went off in the tub and his parents came back out with robes. Trip stepped out, his boner about hitting me in the face, it did catch part of the robe as his father held it out for him to step into. His mother held out another robe for me. She held it up in front of her face, so that she supposedly couldn't see, not that I believe that. We went right to the fireplace. I wasn't anywhere near being cold. I felt completely rubbery and warm. The radiant heat from the fire felt great on my legs and face. The robe was like a soft cocoon around me. Trip and I had flopped down next to each other on a big soft leather couch. I could have drifted off to sleep and slept that way for days. The couch and Trip felt better to lie on than any bed I had ever slept in. His parents wanted to make us hot chocolate and I wasn't going to argue, as long as I could stay awake. We did fall asleep for awhile. I know it was a while because the fire had burned down quite a bit. I woke up when Trip's father had opened the door to get our clothes that we had left in a lump on a chair. He still had on nothing but his robe and I saw that he had his wife's swim suit bottom as well. The hot chocolate finally came out. Trip's mother was still in her robe but I swear she smelled like cum and she handed me a big hot mug. Trip and I worked on the hot chocolate, his parents had something thinner and smelling of alcohol. A little more wood was put on the fire and the light from the fire was shining through a gap in Trip's robe. I could see his sack with a few little hairs and part of his bent-over dick. I liked thinking that I was stealing a peek at him. Trip and I were a little more awake as we drank. His parents were drunk and tired enough that they finally left us alone and went to bed. Trip and I teased each other about playing around in the hot tub. I put my finger into the gap of his robe and tickled his balls and dick. His hand went right through my robe and pulled my dick free. I had it trapped between my legs so that it would stick up in the robe. We stroked each other for a little while. His wrinkled hands felt good and different on my dick. Then he moved his hand to the base of my dick so that it was wagging up in the air. He said "Its never going to get any cleaner, its been soaking in water. Do you want to do it?" I had no idea what he was talking about. It took me a second that he was talking about my dick being clean. I didn't know what he meant by `it'. I did ask him what he meant. He said "You know." And he shook my dick. I still didn't get it. When he said "This" and moved his head to over my dick and quickly wrapped his lips over the top of my dick, I about flipped over the couch. It caught me so much by surprise that I almost slapped him in the head. My butt seemed like automatically lifted off the couch. I didn't even realize that he had backed off quickly and was sitting up and smiling at me. No words would come to my mouth. I just looked from his face to my dick as if to see if it was actually true. When I didn't say anything, Trip's face changed and he looked like he thought he made a mistake. I finally got out two words "Duuuude, coooool!" He asked me how it felt and I described the tingling I got that started at my dick and followed the edge of my pubic hair, straight up my belly and hitting me I the chest. Having a hand on my dick was no where near as good a feeling and what about two seconds of Trip's mouth just did to me. I asked him how I tasted. Sucking dick was really only part of the language at that age. I knew it was possible but I couldn't imagine any one really doing it. Then, I wanted more. I put my hand back on Trip's balls, feeling that soft warm skin. He smiled and I asked him if he could do it a little more. Trip leaned over, held my dick facing his mouth. I could feel his breathing on my skin. I was almost about to shoot from that touch. He put his mouth over my dick, it hit his teeth and I jumped. Then he closed his mouth on it. I felt like I was melting in his mouth. My heart was pounding so loudly that I couldn't hear anything else in my ears. My left foot started shaking. I started to grab anything I could, one hand full of leather couch and the other full of Trip's butt. The whole thing probably lasted no more than thirty seconds, thirty-five and I would have been shooting. We giggled and laughed and we pressed our bodies against each other. I told him that it probably felt better on my side than it did for him. He argued that it was pretty good for him. I moved my hand down to my own dick. I wanted to know how it felt after being in his mouth. It was wet, it was also standing up more than it ever had. I don't think I could have bent it down if I tried. There was also a little bit that it didn't even feel like my own. Trip did say that if it was so good on my side, maybe I should show him. I was already thinking about it. Trip rolled back so that his dick was pointing straight up, his robe was open and the fire was glinting off the little drop of precum on the tip of his dick. I acted like I was sizing him up, trying to figure if he would fit in my mouth (I had plenty of room for what he had). I moved my face down towards his dick. Trip got very still, his breathing changed, his dick was moving fast with his heartbeat. I smelled that rich musky scent, it smelled so inviting. I put the tip of my nose on the tip of his dick and the drop of cum came off on me. I didn't think I was taking that long or trying to tease him but I heard him whispering "please please please". I opened my mouth and instead of opening wide and sliding down and then closing, my lips brushed over his dick as I went down on him. His whole body was shaking. Then I got my first taste of him. It was clean and hot. There wasn't a nasty thing about it at all. When my lips closed around his dick, and I found a place to put my tongue, I had a weird little thought. Trip and I hadn't even kissed and here we are sucking dick. I put my lips down until I felt his pubic hair tickle them. My tongue could feel the ridge around his head and the veins in his shaft. I started to suck on his like a nipple, a big nipple. I felt his hands grab handfuls of my hair, pulling my head upwards a little. I realized that my chin was resting on his balls. The soft skin of his scrotum warmed my chin and I could feel the hardness of one of his balls. I was worried about staying on him too long but I wanted to stay there enough for me to enjoy. When I did lift off, I immediately looked at his face. He almost had that cum face, that look he gets when he shoots. I laughed and moved to get out bodies touching. I told him that it was pretty good on that side but we did agree that getting sucked was much better. I made sure my dick was out in the open, just in case he got the idea that he wanted to do more. He did. He started sucking on me again. He was also sucking on me like on a nipple. When his teeth and tongue would rub on my dick, I would moan and squirm around. He pulled off of me and I didn't give him a chance to go back. I went right to his dick. Sucking and making sure my chin was feeling his balls. I wasn't so concerned about his pubic hair. I was sucking his all the way until I felt his pubic bone against my lips. His dick touched the back of my throat. Trip's hands were pushing me hard in to his body. When I had to stop to breathe, Trip was already on his way back to my dick. He did put as much of my dick into his mouth as he could. I had to pull his head back after only a few seconds. I was so close to shooting that I had to jerk. There wasn't even a thought in my head about wanting to shoot in his mouth or him in mine. I started to stroke, Trip did the same. I was looking right down our chests and watching our hands pump while the fire provided a fantastic backdrop. My eyes blurred and I fought to keep them open. I wanted to watch us shoot. I shot twice when Trip began. Nothing to catch it in, nothing to shoot on except for our bellies. It was a great cum. One of those that your whole body gets involved. We just stayed there. Our robes open, cum on our bellies. Our dicks slowly went soft. They fire keeping us warm. We fell asleep like that on the couch. We stayed on the couch the rest of the night. We did curl up against each other and cover up. My head on was on his belly, his dick rested on my chest. I played with he pubic hair as we went back to sleep. The next day was a short day. We were heading home. Trip and I rushed to get dressed. No showers, since we were still pretty clean from the hot tub. No morning jerk, not that we weren't hard, just too rushed. We all ran up to the slopes to get a little more skiing. We would have to shop a little more, for all the people we left behind at home. Trip and I were a little weird that morning. I did have a few guilty feelings and they were growing as we didn't talk. Finally, while on a chair lift, and the lift stopped while we were way up in the air, Trip started the discussion. It was a little bit of "please don't tell", and some of "you can trust me". Then it got into how good it felt. I blushed and my cheeks warmed even in the wind that was biting from so high above the ground. Even though we would later complain about being stuck for so long on that lift, claiming that we could have gotten two more runs in, I was always grateful for it. It is what made me feel good about the night before. That afternoon, we shopped and rushed to get packed and headed for the airport. We got there plenty early. The airport heat was working very well. I was sweating just sitting there. It takes a mother to think clearly sometimes. She told Trip and I to go take off our longjohns. I had grown to really like them. They would have to go. Trip and I got into the same stall in the restroom. We giggled and flopped each other's dicks as we got out of our longjohns. We had really no choice but to go commando, or without any underwear. We talked about how we knew several boys back home who would do that in the hot steamy Gulf Coast summers. Now we were doing it with snow drifts higher than our heads. We walked out of the restroom holding our underwear. We did get plastic bags from the newsstand to carry them. The idea of carrying nothing but underwear was funny to me. We stuck it in the overhead along with backpacks and briefcases. It wasn't as good as the freedom my balls felt as they swung around inside my jeans. It was already dark when we got on the plane. The family was one of the first groups to get on and while the rest of them stayed up in front, Trip and I went all the way back. There wasn't anybody but a couple of young brothers within five rows of us. We sat on the runway for awhile, the plane was quiet, and cold. We got a couple of airplane blankets and covered up. The best thing they did was provide cover for us. Our hands found a way to get into each other's jeans. Even when they served us cokes and peanuts, our hands didn't escape. Trip had the idea that we had to keep each other hard until we landed. If we made the other boy cum, we lost. It was a long time to stay hard and especially not to cum. The weather delays and trouble at the gate made everything longer. When I walked off the plane, my dick was truly tingling. Hands all over it and no soft cotton underwear was making my dick demand attention. As we waited for the bags, I knew I didn't want to wait until I got home for relief. I headed for the restroom. Trip almost fell over himself catching up with me. The restroom was a little crowded. It was also very noisy. In addition to the electric hand dryers and the sinks running and the toilets flushing, there were all kinds of body sounds. Trip and I waited for the right moment to slip into one of the stalls. I was way too hard to even try to pee. Quietly, we started to pull each other's dicks. Then Trip leaned over and sucked me for only a few seconds. Then it was my turn. I eagerly got his dick in my mouth. I breathed in and smelled that great scent. My mouth started to water. The difference in taste from the night before was amazing. It was like the difference between white bread toast and pepper bacon. Musk, sweat, new cum and old cum mixed to give his dick an unbelievably savor flavor. I had to wipe my mouth as I stood up. We did finish by jerking ourselves. I watched him as I stroked myself. After we shot, we walked out. There was a pilot in uniform washing his hands. He looked at us and smiled. We knew we had been busted. We were ready to get out of the airport and home.