Subject: STORY: Gay 072, 1 of 1: Young Winter Lovers From: Warren Williams Date: Fri, 19 Mar 93 02:38:52 +1300 Organization: Sideways Bulletin Board, Lower Hutt, New Zealand This is an automatic story posting; five stories are posted each day. Sometimes a non-gay story may slip through -- I haven't checked all files. I didn't write any of these, authors names are listed if known. Sorry, but I can't e-mail out stories because of New Zealand e-mail charges -- but can repost if too many people miss a story. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 8< cut here 8< -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Subject: STORY: Young Winter Lovers Date: 27 Feb 92 15:39:17 GMT YOUNG WINTER LOVERS by Chris Campbell Copywrited 1990 From The Christopher Street BBS Our breath hung in the air as we started down the steep slope toward the campsite. The fresh powder snow was about a foot deep and swirled behind us as we dropped rapidly down the mountainside. The Grand Teton mountains at the time of the year were cold and breathtaking. To a couple of fifteen year olds this was as close to perfection as you could get. Within a few minutes our last run for the day would be over and we would be in camp. Camp was the bare essentials brought in on our snow- mobiles. It was snuggled between two huge pine trees whose massive boughs came down to the snow level. Between the two we had built a campfire site. Under the larger of the two trees we had dug a tunnel to gain access to the clear, pine-needle covered, ground near the trunk and here we had our sleeping bags. Danny and I had been winter camping like this since we were thirteen years old. We had met our first year in junior high school and rapidly became best friends. We talked about everything and when we started showing signs of puberty we talked about that too. We showed each other our changing pubic hair. We jerked off together to see who came first and with the most. Finally, we became sex partners. Sitting there next to the campfire drinking our hot tea and digesting dinner we talked until it was dark. We talked about sex, television, girls, music, drugs, friends, booze, parents, and school. And when we ran out of things to talk about, we just started over and covered the same subjects again. The one thing we didn't talk about was our sex lives together and the private love we shared. We fixed another big cup of tea with honey and whiskey and started to arrange things for the night. We laid clean socks and towels in the frying pan to warm by the fire. We spread our sleeping bag under the tree. It was actually two bags zipped together to make one larger one. We heaped extra wood on the fire and it grew to a good size blaze as we finished our spiked tea. Like a ritual, as we finished are drink, we stood and began to undress. First our jackets and shirts. Next came our ski boots and socks. Finally, we both slipped out of our pants and underwear. Gathering up our clothes we shoved them quickly into the duffle bag on the snow mobile. Just as fast, we grabbed hands full of snow and started throwing it on each other. Laughing like a bunch of crazy kids we chased each other around the trees, into the woods, and into the deep powder snow. Showering each other with snow, we soon began pushing and shoving each other into the deeper drifts and rubbing the cold snow into each other's bare skin. It wasn't long until we were also wrestling with each other, trying to see who could rub whose face the most. Finally, freezing from the cold snow we grabbed the towels and socks and dried off quickly. We dove into the sleeping bag and pulled it way up over our heads. We groped for each other, embracing each other's cold body. I kissed him on his cold lips, tasting his warm tongue in my mouth. His cold hands reached for my cold ass. We both wanted to get warm. We both wanted to fuck, but our dicks were too cold. It was always like this and gradually we moved so we could suck each other in comfort. We joked with each other about how cold we each felt to one another. I took his dick and balls into my mouth. His dick was so cold and shrunken. The head was the coldest and I moved my tongue around it, warming it slowly with the heat of my mouth. His balls were retracted so much that the ridges in the skin were easily counted with the tip of my tongue. Gradually we both began to awaken under the gentle warm attention we received from each other's hot tongues. Our frozen little dicks began to stiffen and our balls were dropped out to leave room for the growing passion poles. We began to stroke each other's enlarged shaft up and down between our lips. Then just as we were really getting going we moved to each other's balls. Then we shifted again so that I had access to the very cold cheeks of his ass. As I began licking his cheek I felt his tongue and his hands fondling my aroused shaft. I explored the whole soft area of his cheeks and finally ended at his butt hole. Here, I spread his cheek wide and moistened the area and then plunged my tongue completely inside the warm opening. At the same time I could feel his tongue exploring the inside of my belly button and his hands still manipulating my harden shaft. We shifted again so that I was laying atop of him and had easy access to his butt-hole. As he spread his legs, I guided my dick to the entrance to his waiting passion hole and slowly pushed my way in. He raised his buttocks to meet my sinking shaft. I gripped his shaft with my hand and tried to jerk him off as I pumped in and out. He pushed my hand aside and turned his head so we could kiss. With each plunge I got closer to climax and he increased the speed of his hand. My balls slapped his cheeks as I pumped in and out. My hands explored his balls and the hair around his shaft. My teeth bite gently into his ear lobe and our breath warmed the sleeping bag. Suddenly, I was seconds from climax and I slammed into him without mercy, squeezing his balls tightly, and biting him ear hard, I spewed my load deep within him. As my shaft emptied it's self, I withdrew and rolled so that I was now mounted from behind. I felt his hard shaft slowly invade my rear and the searing heat reach deep into my insides. I pushed my buttocks into the air so that he could penetrate even deeper. As he began pumping in and out, I could feel him growing within me. His arms reached under my chest to pull me closer and now I turned my head looking for his warm lips and hot tounge. The fury of his passion was growing and his cock was now driving into my bowels with lighting speed. My passion was also beginning to grow again but I knew it would never catch up as he heaved against me. I stroked my shaft rapidly and felt his balls almost slapping my own. Then, I felt his shaft stiffen inside me and plunge inward, swelling, and shooting hot fire into my innards. He stayed there, buried deeply inside, hugging me tightly to him from behind. After a few minutes we shifted so that our hot, sweaty, bodies laid facing each other. We hugged, kissed, stroked each other softly, and whispered our love. What we had not talked about at the campfire we now discussed freely. We now talked about OUR sex, OUR passion for each other, and OUR fear about being caught or being homosexual. We knew no one would approve, because we didn't approve. We didn't think we were homosexual but we knew others would think that. We laid there in each others arms talking for a long time about our love. We talked about the future when we would still love each other but would only have sex with our wives. As time went by we again became aroused and we shifted so we had easy access to one another. We sucked each other to climax and then feel asleep in each others arms.