Date: Tues, Nov 20, 2012


From: Cody <codyboarder@hotmail.com>



From the Clear Lake Capers

~Snow Bunny Benji~


By Cody Snowe!


Chapter 1

~Of all the Minimarts in all of the World, they Walk into Mine!~



~Ski Bunny Benji~ (1) by Cody S.



Disclaimer: This story involves homosexual acts between two or more under-age boys. If this offends you, or is illegal for you to view, or you are too young to read it, leave now and do not return. This story is entirely fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental.


Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission.


Chapter 1




The gas station was crowded, as dad pumped premium unleaded into our four wheel drive Land Rover. Mom and big sis where in the mini-mart paying for the petrol, while me and micro-nuts were off to the side of the station where there lie a field with horses and cows, throwing snowballs at one another.

It's December, a few days before Christmas, and at long last, me, my sis, and little brother are at last on break from school. It's been a tough couple of months, and eighth grade has been a little tougher than I had expected it would be.

I guess seeing as I just coasted through seventh grade with an A- average, I just figured that eighth grade would just be seventh grade plus, as opposed to ninth grade lite. But, I was adjusting, and doing my best to adapt to the deluge of increased book reports, assignments, and term papers that set this year apart from last.

I was beginning to sweat, which is saying something, when the air temperature is in the twenties, and snow is moderately falling down around you in a cascade of white. The wind was stirring, and you could barely see the tops of the pine trees rustle in that wind, through a blanket of white.

As I was lost in my thoughts, snowballs began to sting my skin, as my kid brother, Blaine, continued to assault me with his mortar fire of icy-orbs. Mom said Blaine means the source of a river in some other culture. However I, more or less felt that Blaine means a source of pain, as in my ass, most of the time! Thus earning him his nickname, Blain-n-the-ass, or Blaine the pain!

I'm thirteen and he's a couple of years my junior, at eleven. If I were to describe myself, I'd say I was above average in the looks department. Average height, and maybe a few ponds underweight, maybe five or so. I'm not pale, but not olive skinned either.

Medium brown hair, that's pretty dark, worn not long, but not short either. Sort of the early Justin Beiber look. Yet just the hair, as my face is not as rounded as his.

I have thin arms and legs, with a moderate dusting of light hair, almost blondish. As for the stinger, I’d say mostly a little longer than most of the other boys I know, probably only because I'm uncircumcised, whereas they are not.

Also average thickness, possibly a little thinner even, and a pretty decent patch of silky soft dark pubes. Oh, and a tight butt to kill for, along with an inny bellybutton of course. My younger brother Blaine, is almost a carbon copy of me, if on scale, a smaller version that is, except for a major spike, which is the same size as mine!

We were heading up to Clear Lake for our annual Christmas holiday in our lake house up there, having come from our home in the bay area. We'd been on the road a couple hours, and were just a few clicks out of Sacramento up on Highway 80. Although dad may have veered off onto Highway 50, if he planned a stop in South Lake on our way up to our place in West Shore.

In any case, we had stopped to refuel, and don the chains so as our Land Rover doesn't get stuck in the muck like last year.

We were either on Highway 80 or 50, and I wasn't sure whether or not we were actually in Placerville, or at some station just north or south. I wasn't paying much attention in the back of the cab, as it was to snowy to see the usually beautiful scenery that I love to gaze at on road-trips. But truth be told, our summer trips to the lake offer a much more pleasant voyeuristic view.

The “Pain” was busy with his hand held game, as I had been preoccupied with watching a movie, having slid a DVD into the overhead video unit.

I had made up an arsenal of my own frozen white grenades that I hurriedly began to pelt my little tormentor back with, hurling them as quickly and accurately as I could, in our game of Nordic dodge-ball, if you will. Blaine lunged from left to right and laughed, trying his best to circumvent my lethal counter-attack.

I stopped the counter-offensive when I heard a loud whistle from the direction of our vehicle, and saw my sister waving her arms, signaling us to return, so that we could continue our journey up the hill. Blaine and I made a rather unusually speedy return trip to the vehicle, knowing that there would be our literal cornucopia of snacks and drinks at the end or our rainbow.

Seeing as Mom and Dad always make sure that at the halfway point, or close to it, when we stop for fuel, that we got a basket of snacks to keep us occupied for the rest of the trip.

I overheard them talking to their friends, that being couped-up with kids in the vehicle for hours at a time on a road trip, could be very nerve-racking, if you don't provide ample distractions. So Bailey (my older sister) is always sent in to grab some goodies for the family. However there are times where snacks just don’t cut it, and we demand more sustenance, where as Pop will stop at our fave roadside greasy spoon, or as he likes to call it, a “choke and puke!”

Regardless of the term used, its a A & W alongside the road, that is a covered carport, and instead of going inside to eat, which you can do if you want, you place your order via a speaker, and a waiter/waitress brings your food out on a tray, and attaches it to your vehicles window.

Bailey and I always look forward to a Root-beer Float. Well, not on a day like today anyway, where as Blaine usually opts for a Coke Float (yah, in addition to being a pain, he's rather unusual as well).

Anyhow, we jumped up into our Land Rover, buckled-up, and began to dig-in to our snack-packs. Awesome, I got a 44 ounce orange whip, Doritos, Funyons, a Snickers bar, a red licorice rope, a package of Ho-Ho's, and Bubble yum, I was set for the next hour at least.

Blaine on the other hand, got his fave as well, a 44 ounce Suicide. For those of you that are youth challenged, that is what some of us boys opt for, by placing our cup under all 10 or 12 soda fountain possibilities (not at the same time of course), and dispensing a little of each. A sort of Mad Scientist's concoction, that most notably tastes like, well nothing, except sickly sweet......much like Blaine himself, my little Brother.

In addition to Blaine's suicide drink, he had his usual (or unusual as I see it) collection of tween treats, such as a bag of Munchos, a Baby Ruth bar, a package of Pistachios (the red kind, because he likes that they turn his fingers red), a bag of hot Pork Rinds (fucking nasty), and a Take Five bar which we usually split, cause we both like those (wow, we do agree on something).

Once inside, Pop said, “Buckle-up boys.....and you too Bailey, we're in for stormy weather, and it's best you be safe. Now Mom, Bailey, and I all looked at each other, having last years ditch-dive fresh on our minds. So Bailey said, “Hey Dad, don't you think with the weather the way it is, that we should pay the kids out on the side of the Highway to put our chains on?”

He, being as bull-headed as he is, shrugged her off saying, “Don't you go worrying your sweet little self about that, Pickle (his nickname for sis.....although I'll never know why?), it's not snowing enough yet for that, I'll wait till we get a little further up ahead.”

Now Mom and Pickle (Bailey, but I've come to the conclusion, that at least for me, the meaning behind Pickle is because of how sour her mood is sometimes), both looked at me, and nodded, giving me the un-worded nudge I needed to take Pop on myself, knowing me to be the master manipulator that I am. So I took out my earplugs, and said, “Twenty two hundred dollars.”

Dad paused, and said, “What's that son?”

I replied, “Oh, I said twenty two hundred dollars, Pop.”

He inquired, “What's twenty two hundred dollars, Snow-bunny ( my nickname)?”

There, hook, line, and sinker, “Wasn't that about what it cost last year, when you skipped the chain stations, and you slid the Land Rover into the ditch, off of the highway?”

We all saw the red ears, and then pause, as he stopped the vehicle, and fell into a silent thought. He was irked, and that's for sure. But Pop wasn't a violent man, having never laid a hand on any of us kids. So he usually kept his anger to himself, and focused it inward, thereby leaving the rest of us to ourselves. And truth be told, he is a very loving man, husband, and caring father.

After a minute or so of silence in the cab, Pop just turned the car back around in the station, and pulled up into the chain line, saying, “It looks like it is beginning to come down a little harder. I think it would be a good idea to just have them attached while we're here.”

Utterly Brilliant, I thought as I just smiled and put my earphones back in, and I let out a little silent laugh, knowing full well that I punked Pop yet again, while Bailey and Blaine patted me on the shoulders, and Mom turned my direction from the front seat and gave me a affirmative wink.

As all of our lips were smacking with our tasty treats, Bailey said, “It looks as if we're gonna be here for a while, so why don't you tards go back out and have some fun.”

Blaine looked up to the front of the cab and said, “Mom?”

Mom replied, “Yes sweetie, go have fun boys.”

That was all it took, as both Blaine and I grabbed our jackets and beanies, and bolted out the door.

As we were walking back towards the field, Blaine said, “It's cold, too cold out here Benji, let's go inside and play some video games.....can we?”

I thought about what he said, and realized it was rather cold, and we already did the customary snowball fight, and thought since we were going to have two weeks of snow and cabin fever at our disposal, why not get in a little arcade action for a little while. I told the Pain, to head over by the door, and I was going to go back over to the LR (Land Rover) and put the bite on Pop for some Benjamin's (stash, coin, scratch, mula, script, you get the picture).

When I made it to the LR, I stuck my head into the back seat, and looked up at Mom and said, “Where's Pops, Ma?”

She informed me he was over bartering with the kids about the Chain fee, as he was always negotiating over prices, as if he were at the street vendors in Tijuana.

You could say he was as affluent at manipulating those said vendors, as I was at manipulating him. In any case, when I walked up to him and a few, what looked to be fifteen to seventeen year olds, he had his wallet out, and was handing over some cash. I said, “Hey, I'll be needing some of them Rubles myself, Pop.”

He turned his head to look at me, and said, “I thought you and Blaine were having a snowball fight?”

I replied, “No, it's too cold, so we're going into the arcade in the store and play some games.”

Frugal Pop said, “But snow is free.”

And I responded, “Yes, so is the Flu and Pneumonia! But it's pretty pricey to recover from it......so what's it gonna be?”

He handed me a twenty, and I said, “Ummm, there's two of us Pop!”

He gave me a stern glance, as me shook his head, and drew another ten from his wallet, handing it over to me.

I walked back to the entrance, and Blaine was standing there shivering, saying, “What took you so long Benji?”

I said, “Just negotiating with Pop.....you know the drill.”

Blaine, “Well, it's cold out here!”

I laughed at his stupidity and responded with, “You could have waited inside the door pee-brain, after all, glass is see through.”

He just shrugged his shoulders. When I reached to the handle to open the door, I bumped into someone else's hand, and I looked up to see a boy my age, a little on the short side, and another Blaine's age. He said, “Oh sorry, go ahead.”

I replied, “No worries Jack,” and opened the door as all four of us walked inside. As Blaine and I walked off to the left to the arcade/game area, I saw that they were headed that way too. And something struck me weird about them, so I turned to Blaine and whispered, “Do they look familiar to you Pain?”

Blaine, looking a bit confused, turned to me and said, “Whoa, that's so weird Benji, I was just thinking the same thing.”

Benji, “Yah, I thought so.”

When we entered the arcade, I saw the older of the two boys talking to an attendant who was sweeping the floors. Then he turned and walked back our direction as the other boy stayed behind, looking over the various games. Then as the older boy passed me by, he said, “Gotta get change at the counter up front,” so I told Blaine to stay put, and followed the other boy up to the counter.

As we were standing there, I was trying to work up the courage to talk to this kid. But just out of curiosity, not because he was mega-cute, as was the younger kid too,I suppose, although I'm not into younger boys. I could tell the kid was looking at me, so as I was trying to work the courage up to speak, he said to me, “Do I know you guys, you look familiar.”

I was a little taken back, as I replied, “Me and my younger brother were just saying the same thing. But we don't live here.”

He said, “That's weird, neither do we. Where do you live then, if you don't mind me asking?”

I had a strong feeling at that point, that he lived near me, or maybe we went to school together at some point. I said, “San Francisco, I bet that's where you're from, right?”

He shook his head and said, “No, we're from Clear Lake.”

Benji, “Oh cool, that's were we're heading....for Christmas Vacation.”

The kid said, “Epic, the snows great, and all the runs are open. Do you board, or ski? We're going tomorrow, or half day today too, if we get back in time.”

I replied, “We? Is he a friend of yours?”

He responded, “No, he's my little brother.”

Benji, “I do both, but prefer boarding.”

The kid smiled and said, “That's awesome, me too. And back in the arcade, Sash said to me that you guys looked familiar too, have we met before?”

After he said that, something hit me like a freight train, as a distant memory had finally freed itself from the spider web it had been caught in.

I closed my eyes and thought hard, before saying, “Sasha, Sasha........Sasha?”

He looked at me closer, and said, “Yesss, that's right, Sash for short.”

I felt a big smile on my face, and in an animated, over excited fashion, said loudly, “And you're Nika, his older brother........Right?”

Nika said, “Yes, that's right, how did you know that? Where do we know each other from?”

I was ecstatic, and said, “Squaw, you taught me and Blaine to Snowboard about five years ago maybe, Squaw Valley!”

He smiled, yet looked confused at the same time, before he scratched his head, and said, “Take off your beanie.”

I did as he asked and I saw him squint, looking at me real close. Then he smiled, and said, “Benny? Benny and the Pain?”

I started laughing and said, “Yah, that's right, but it's Benji! What are you doing down here?”

Nika said, “We're on our way back up to the Lake. Mom and Dad brought a bunch of us down for the weekend to see a 49ers game in Frisco. We're just heading home now, and Dad and my friend Blake are outside gassing up and putting the chains on the Navigator. What about you guys?”

Benji, “Same, my fam's out waiting to have ours put on too.”

Then we did the ritualistic fist-bump, and I perhaps went to far, and leaned into Nika and gave him a big hug. Immediately I realized I breached a tween and teen code of etiquette, and pulled back from him with a nervous look on my face, as I looked down and tried to make some small talk to divert attention away from me and the awkward situation which I had created.

Nika laughed a little, and put his hand on my shoulder, saying, “Hey man, don't sweat-it, no big deal. Besides, Sash and I are huggers ouselves.”

I thought, how cool. This guys as sweet, open, outgoing, and helpful today, as he was that day all those years ago when he found me and Blaine floundering on the slopes, trying to discover our snow-legs.

Then he said to me, “So how long are you up for, and where are you guys staying while you're there?”

Benji, “Just too weeks, and then we need to get back to Frisco, school starts again.”

Nika, “Awesome, are you staying in south Lake, at one of the Hotel Casinos?”

Benji, “No, we have a Summer House up there, which is when we usually use it. But we do get up a couple times every winter.”

Nika, “Is it in West Shore, Benji?”

Nika, “Yah, it's about eight miles from the dam and river, on Redwood Way.”

Nika smiled from ear to ear, and said, “No Way?”

I responded, “Wayyy, why......is that weird?”

Nika, “No, it's so syk dude! It runs parallel to our street. My boy, er, my friend Cody lives on Redwood! I can't believe we haven't run into one another again.....I mean from five years ago, what's the address Benji?”

I gave him the address, and he nodded, then said, “Yah, I guess that makes sense. It's all the way on the other end from Cody, about half a mile to a mile down from him. But still, I'd a thought we would have bumped into one another at the general store or in town.”

I was surprised, and not pleasantly, but euphorically, as I discovered that I was now within walking distance to a boy who I lost contact with some five years ago, and have remembered him in my thoughts and dreams many times since then.

Wow, it's always nice to get to the lake and have an awesome first day, which is usually unpacking and running for supplies to stock the cabin. But to have a trip start like this, well, what a bonus!

As I was thinking, the cashier asked what we wanted, and we both changed our bills. Then Nika said to me, as he was taking his cell phone from his pocket, “Let's exchange numbers Benji, so we can hook-up on the slopes?”

I smiled, retrieved my own cell phone from my pocket, and we indeed exchanged numbers as we walked back towards the game room/arcade. I was a little startled, yet pleasantly so, when on the way back, Nika put his arm around my shoulder as we talked. It was very warm, and perhaps the closest thing to intimate contact I have had with another thirteen year old boy. Yet something that I longed for and have yearned for since perhaps the age of nine or ten.

That was about my own age of self discovery, when I in fact was faced with the realization, that I most likely, indeed fell into that category, separate from other boys, and into that ten percent dynamic.

As we walked into the arcade, Blaine and Sasha were talking and laughing with enthusiasm, looking like fast friends, or long lost friends in this case. And when Blaine saw us enter, he looked up at me and with exuberant emotion on his face, and in his high pitched voice, shouting from across the room, “Hey Benji, this is Sasha, and his brother with you is.....”

I interrupted him as we made our approach, saying, “Nika, I know Blaine”

Blaine, “Oh, I see you two met then. Did he tell you they live in Clear Lake, Benji?”

I replied back to him, “Yes, he did. About three quarters a mile away on Cody's street, right behind ours buddy.”

Blaine was overcome with excitement, seeing as he found a new friend to spend time with at the same sweet age of eleven. He was still excited, and said, “I'm so glad we met, and will we get to see them while we're up there?”

Nika and I both smiled and looked at each other, when I said to him, “First off Tiger, yes we will. And secondly, you two have already met before.”

For Blaine’s part, I can understand his confusion, and the perplexed look on his face, well, for that matter Sasha's face as well, as he looked at Nika. Then Sasha held his hands out to his side, as if to ask, “What in the hell are you talking about big brother?”

Nika walked over to his little brother, and laid both hands on the youths shoulders, and said, “He's talking about Squaw, Sasha. You may not remember as it was at least five years ago, and you were probably only around six years old. But do you remember the day Tasha sprained her ankle real bad skiing, and Mom, Dad, and Abby had to leave us to take her to the Urgent Care, and left me and you with Jordan and Marsha Sommers?”

Sasha said excitedly, “Cody's Mom and Dad! Yah, I remember that day. It was the dad Cody was with Reiley and his parents at the Spelling Bee in Reno!”

I smiled at that, and Nika continued, and said, “Do you remember the two flat-landers that we stumbled across falling all over one another?”

Sasha thought for a second, “Yah, yah Nika, I kinda do. The older one was on a snowboard, and the one my age had ski's......they were cool! We helped them learn Nika, what about them?”

Nika and I both laughed, as he turned back from looking at me, to Blaine, and said, “Well say hi Sash!”

After a short pause, I saw the lights go on, and his little brother turned to Blaine and I, and said, “You mean that was you guys?”
Blaine had just figured it out himself, as he shot me a stare inquiring if Nika was telling them the truth, and I just nodded my head that it was, and that indeed, lost friends had been found.

We all laughed, joked, and hung around the arcade, me mostly with Nika, catching-up on our school, friends, and each others lives, and what we did where we lived, and just had as good a time as two “almost new” friends could have.

And from the looks and sounds coming from Blaine and Sasha, it looked as if they were fairing just the same. But after about a half hour, their sister Tasha came a calling, as it was their time to go. I must say she was rather pretty, but nowhere near so much as Nika, and boy do I have plans for him.

On the other hand, I could tell Blaine sprung a bionic-stiffy the second he saw her walk into the room, that didn't die down until half way up the mountain. To say he was instantly infatuated with her was a gross shortcoming. I was hoping I wouldn't have to rub snow on it for him to make it go down?

We said our goodbys for now, as the Pain and Sasha swapped cell numbers as well, and it was only a few minutes after, that Bailey came calling for us too go.

We jumped into the LR, and started up the hill, as I flipped on my I-Pod, and chomped on some licorice. Then I threw and lite blanket over my lap, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them and my tighty-whities down just a bit to free-up my now erect penis (having been thinking of Nika). Then I closed my eyes and went to work.

I was getting close, and looked over to the bags from the mini-mart, and tried to grab for them, but they were slightly out of my reach, as I was held in place by the seatbelt. I saw that Blaine had been watching me, and instinctively reached inside, and handed me a wad of napkins, as he just shook his head, holding his hands out to his sides, and silently mouthing to me, “What the fuck Benji?”

I continued my quest, and after another minute or so, I reached under the blanket with the napkins with my other hand, and shot my sperm into them. Then slowly, as not to bring any undo attention upon myself, pulled my undies and jeans back up, and zipped them shut.

My thoughts continued to focus on Nika, and my now re-modified plans for the upcoming two weeks. Lingering on our conversation in the cashiers line with him, and Nika's perceived save of his, “boy, er, my friend Cody,” remark.

Did he think I'm stupid and didn't catch that error? I sure as hell caught it, and what's more, it changes the whole dynamic of this years, trip to Clear Lake!”



That concludes this chapter of “Snow Bunny Benji” This is my third (posted anyway) attempt at writing so any feedback, direction, or comments are appreciated. Please forward comments to the address below:


Cody: codyboarder@hotmail.com


Stay tuned for:


Chapter 2

~Moguls and Mischief!~


My other stories on Nifty are:

~Last Days at Fallen Leaf ! - Under Young friends

~Twinergy and the Boys of Clear Lake! - Under young friends


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