Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 08:03:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: Up In The Snow, Chapter 1

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your
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Padding down the hall to the bathroom, on a single-minded quest first to
take a leak and then to find caffeine, I couldn't get thoughts of the
previous night out of my mind.  It would be an understatement to say that
things had taken an unexpected turn.  Was it just a temporary detour, or
was it something more permanent?  Only time would tell.

I had thought that it was going to be a pretty straightforward week of
skiing.  My boyfriend Billy's parents own a cabin up in the mountains, and
we usually spend a week up there every winter, skiing on the weekdays when
the runs aren't quite as crowded.  Rather than going solo, this year we had
brought along our friends Clark and Tommy, who, like us, had been together
about five years.  Although we had known them for a while, and they were
more than just acquaintances, they were less than close friends.  Billy and
I had always asked ourselves why the four of us weren't better friends, and
my better half had suggested that maybe going away together for a vacation
would strengthen the bond.

Eating dinner together that first night, sharing spaghetti and red wine,
the conversation flowed so easily and naturally that I was pretty sure that
Billy was going to be proven right.  I was even more certain when the four
of us slipped naked into the bubbling waters of the hot tub.  We were all
totally relaxed, totally enjoying the light dusting of snow that fell, like
a flurry of lazy stars drifting down from the sky.  I was certainly a
little aroused, too, sharing the water with three handsome, athletic men.
Feeling Billy's hand roaming around over my equipment, I guessed that he
would definitely be in the mood for some reindeer games after we retired
back inside to our room.

After taking a final slurp of wine, though, Clark made the first move to
the exits.  "OK, Tommy boy, it's time you got your butt inside."  He
hoisted himself out of the steaming water, which sheeted off of his tall,
muscular body.  "I'm just about ready for bed."  His hairy chest glistened
wetly, and a trail of dark hair suggested a shadowy rivulet from his
sternum down to his crotch, where his large, uncircumcised cock hung
half-hard.  My guess was that it wouldn't take much to raise him to full
mast.

Looking more than up to that particular challenge, Tommy winked at us
before pulling himself up and out.  He was a true redhead, down to the
green eyes and milky skin.  From a distance he looked completely smooth; it
took closer inspection to reveal the fine down that covered his torso like
a pale shadow.  Unlike his more muscled boyfriend, Tommy had a sculpted,
lean frame, built for speed and endurance rather than raw strength.

"Whatever you say, boss," he said, following Clark to the door.  He turned
back to us and smiled.  "Goodnight, boys.  You be good."

Now alone, Billy and I enjoyed the quiet for a while.  Of course, it was
inevitable that we would take advantage of the privacy to start having our
own fun, and before long we were ready to move inside ourselves.  Warm and
relaxed from the good dinner, wine, and time in the tub, we were in no
hurry, and focused instead on enjoying the familiar terrain of our bodies.
I can't speak for Billy, but I was also more than a little aroused to
eavesdrop on the sounds of Clark and Tommy going at it in the next room.
Their bed was a real squeaker, and they were moving around plenty.  Judging
from Tommy's unmistakable groans at a couple of points, my guess was that
he was on the receiving end of a pretty stout fucking.  The thought of
Clark pumping in and out of his boyfriend's butt spurred me on as I rode
Billy's ass.

Later, relaxing in the afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss, as my finger
traced a path from the little patch of hair between Billy's pecs down to
his cock, he turned to kiss me.

"Did that turn you on?" he asked.

"What's that?" I responded drowsily.

"Hearing Clark and Tommy fucking."

"Mmmm, maybe.  I guess so."

"I suppose there's a little voyeur in each of us."

"Mmmm hmmmm." I agreed, drifting into sleep that, not surprisingly, was
plenty charged with sex-filled dreams.

Nothing more was said until the next evening, after a brilliant day of
skiing and another satisfying dinner.  With maybe a slight glint in his
eye, Billy suggested that we retire to the hot tub for a quick soak.  After
stopping off in our respective rooms to shed our clothes, the four of us
regrouped out in the crisp, clear air.  Unlike the previous overcast night,
now thousands of jewel-like stars were scattered across the dark velvet
sky.  Wordlessly, we slipped into the bubbling water and began to enjoy the
feel of our slowly relaxing muscles.

Billy was the one who broke the silence.  After first leaning over and
playfully slipping his tongue into my ear, he turned to Clark and Tommy.
"So, did you guys get it all out of your system last night?  Or are we
gonna get an encore?"

Our friends looked only slightly sheepish.  "Yeah, I suppose that the walls
are a little thin," Clark said.  "But don't forget, they go both ways.  You
guys weren't exactly sleeping, either."

Billy laughed and reached over to squeeze my cock under the water.  "No, I
think that Greg here was inspired by your example."  He leaned over and
gave me a kiss.  It started out as a peck but then grew into something more
as he paused and allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth.  When we came up
for air, I noticed that Clark and Tommy's hands seemed to have gotten busy
under the water.  "Actually, Clark," Billy continued, "I think that at a
couple of points Greg may have been interested in taking over from you with
Tommy."

Clark leaned over and pressed his lips up against his boyfriend's before
responding.  "I wouldn't blame him one bit.  Tommy's hot as hell."  He
paused.  "But where would that have left us?"

Tommy snorted.  "I'm sure that the two of you could figure something out.
Here, let's see."  With that, he scooted over next to me in the tub and
pressed his lithe body up against mine.  "Let's just see if anything comes
to mind."

Wetly twisting around to face me, Tommy straddled my legs and, grinning
slightly mischievously, moved in for the kill.  More than a little
surprised, I didn't put up much of a fight when our lips met.  Can you say
instant hard-on?  I was extremely turned on already, and the feeling of
Tommy's cock rubbing up against mine was pretty much all it took.

As I leaned back to savor the feeling of wet lips nibbling down my neck and
across my chest, out of the corner of my eye I watched Billy and Clark
start to make some waves of their own.  At that point, no more words were
necessary.  A chain of events had been set into motion, leading inexorably
to a reshuffling of bed partners for the night.  And what a night it was.
Even as Tommy and I explored the limits of what our bodies could achieve
together, I couldn't stop imagining Billy and Clark doing the same, just a
few feet away in the next room.  The line between fantasy and reality was
blurring.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of an engine turning over, an empty
bed, a need to pee, and a desire for a cup of the coffee that I could smell
emanating from the kitchen.  After putting on a t-shirt and a pair of boxer
shorts, I took care of task number one before stumbling down to the
kitchen.  On the kitchen table stood a note scrawled in Billy's
handwriting.

"Hey sleepyheads," it said.  "Tommy and I are going into town to get some
groceries.  The forecast says heavy snow today, so we may be stranded.
Whatever shall we do?  See ya, Billy."

I was sitting there drinking a cup of coffee and contemplating Billy's
words when Clark appeared, blearily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.  He
had donned long johns to ward off the morning chill.

"Morning," he said as he grabbed a cup.

"Morning."

"Where're the boys?"

I held up the note.  "They've apparently gone into town to pick up some
supplies.  It seems that the weather's going to turn foul a little later
on."

"Shit.  That's going to blow the day."  Clark leaned up against the counter
a few feet from me, took a deep swig and scratched his crotch.

"Maybe, maybe not," I thought to myself as I watched him.  "So, did you
have a good time last night?"

Clark broke into a wide grin.  "No doubt, Greg, no doubt.  Billy was hot as
a firecracker.  I'm surprised you ever get any sleep."  Judging from the
growing bulge in his crotch, it appeared that just the thought of the
previous night was enough to get Clark going. "What about you?"

I laughed as I shook my head.  "It was wild.  But I hope you guys know that
we didn't invite you up here with this in mind."

"And why the hell not?" Clark responded with mock indignation.  "Look,
Tommy and I have fooled around with three-ways a couple of times, and we're
not any worse for wear.  If anything, it's always made things even hotter
between us for a couple of months afterwards."

"Yeah, I guess it makes you see your partner in a whole new light."  I
paused, momentarily wondering whether Billy had let Clark fuck him.  As far
as I knew, his ass had belonged only to me for the last five years.  "So,
did you guys, you know, cover the waterfront?"

"You mean, did I fuck him?" Clark asked softly, arching an eyebrow before
taking a swig of coffee.  "Guilty as charged."

My mouth was dry as cotton, and my whole body started to tingle.  All I
could see in my mind's eye was the sight of Clark's oversized tool sliding
in and out of Billy's stretched hole.  "That's what I thought.  He really
likes getting fucked."  I paused.  "I want to see your dick then, I want to
see what you used to fuck him."

"Nobody's stopping you."

Clark leaned back with both elbows on the counter behind him and thrust his
groin out.  His cock was clearly outlined against the waffled fabric of his
long johns, and a slight damp spot was beginning to appear right at the
tip.  Kneeling down in front of him, I nuzzled against the encased organ,
which was emanating heat and the smell of sex.  Reaching through the fly,
my fingers combed through his dense pubic hair before migrating down his
hard shaft.  Very carefully I guided Clark's cock out into the open.

It was beautiful.  Although not as thick as mine (anything I lack in length
I more than make up for in girth), Clark was hung a true nine inches long.
Since he was now completely hard, his foreskin had begun to retract,
revealing a good fraction of the glistening, plum-like head that it
normally concealed.

I breathed deeply as I dragged my parched lips across the taut surface of
his engorged organ.  The acrid smell of sex was intense.  As I turned my
head left and right, Clark's cock bounced stiffly against my stubbled
cheeks, and he began to use it like a cudgel, lightly punishing me for
daring to bring it out into the open.  Before long, though, I wanted to
taste it.  As I nibbled up the underside, from the root all the way to the
tip, I reached back through the fly of his long john bottoms and extracted
his heavy balls.  They were hot to the touch, no doubt manufacturing more
cum to replace what he had pumped into Billy's backside the night before.
I gently rolled the pair of egg-sized nuts in my hand while simultaneously
tonguing under the folds of his foreskin.

"Uhhhh," Clark groaned as my wet tongue made contact with the head of his
cock.  "Fuck that feels good."

By now Clark was leaking a steady stream of clear, slippery fluid, which
added to the lubrication that my saliva was providing.  Not in any
particular hurry, I spent some time teasing the underside of his cockhead,
rasping it with the tip of my tongue before rubbing it against my pursed
lips.  Eventually, though, I wanted to get it into my mouth.  Looking up, I
saw that he had pushed up his long john top and was lightly twisting the
quarter-sized nipples that protruded from his hairy pecs.  We made eye
contact as I slowly took the tip of his cock between my stretched lips.
Clamping them down, I pushed his foreskin back with my mouth as I gulped
down inch after inch.

"Oh, yeah," Clark groaned as he sagged down his whole body, thrusting more
meat into my mouth.  "Just take it all.  I want your mouth to take it all,
just the same way Billy's ass took every fucking inch."  Placing his hands
on either side of my face, he held me steady and began to slowly withdraw
his tool, only to reverse course and slide it back in.  I gasped a little
as my nose came to rest deep in his dark pubic hair, but there was no way I
was going to resist.  Every single inch of cock that was sliding down my
throat had, just a few hours earlier, been wearing down the walls of
Billy's tight chute, and there was just no way I was going to willingly
give that picture up.

As Clark fucked my face, I was determined to enjoy it as much as possible.
Reaching down to my crotch, which was absolutely soaked with precum, I
extracted my own cock from inside my boxer shorts.  I quickly spread the
slippery wetness over its entire length and began to jack myself.  I was as
hard as a rock, almost to the point where it hurt.

"Now that's a nice cock," Clark grunted as he watched me yank it.  "Fuck
that's thick.  I bet Tommy went nuts with that thing up his butt.  You did
fuck him with it, didn't you?"

Since my mouth was almost completely full, all I could manage was a grunt
in response.  It was true that Tommy hadn't been willing to give up until
he was pretty thoroughly fucked, though it had taken a bit of doing to get
him used to my thickness.  After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to poke
through his back door, I had finally decided just to let him set the pace.
Desperate to make it happen, he squatted down on top of me, controlling the
depth and the speed of the penetration. Once he was stretched out enough
that it was manageable, though, he had just grooved on the feeling, and I
soon had him in more positions than a pretzel.

"Oh, yeah," Clark said, "I bet your dick really stretched out his hole.  I
bet he can still feel it this morning."

I was a little disappointed when Clark slowly eased out of my mouth.
Reaching down, he grabbed me under the armpits and pulled me up.  He
aggressively pressed his lips against mine and rubbed our stubbled cheeks
together, all the while rubbing our cocks together.

"Mmmmm," I said.  "Nice."  We kissed some more.  "Are you about ready to
get completely naked?"

"Oooh, yeah.  But only on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"That nobody shoots a load until Billy and Tommy get back.  I want them
both to see your big fat cock erupt."

I reached down to grab Clark's pulsating tool and gripped it tightly
against mine.  "OK, but I've got a condition of my own."

"Yes?"

"We're going to cum cock to cock, just like this.  Together. I want to feel
you pump your load just as I'm shooting mine."

"Deal."

We quickly stripped and retired to the living room.  I turned on the gas
fireplace to warm things up, and we stretched out in front of it on the
big, soft rug that must have been put there for that purpose.  Switching
back and forth between jacking and sucking each other, we kept ourselves
just on the edge.  Finally, as Clark and I rocked against each other,
sitting cock to cock, and straddling each other's legs, the sound of a key
slid into the lock.

"I'm just about ready," I gasped.  "How about you?"

Clark just nodded wordlessly and began to aggressively jack our cocks
together.  Throwing my head back, feeling powerful contractions start deep
inside of me, looking into Clark's eyes, then Billy's, then Tommy's, and
then finally there was that sweet release.  I looked down in time to see a
geyser of my cum shoot a good foot up into the air, followed by a second
equally powerful squirt out of Clark's giant prick.  Waves of electricity
washed over me, causing every hair to stand on end as sperm rained down
over both of our bodies.  It was awesome.

Billy and Tommy looked at each other and smiled.

"It looks like we didn't get back a moment too soon," my sexy boyfriend
dryly observed.

Indeed.

To be continued?  You decide.  Let me know at niftystoryteller@yahoo.com