Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2008 22:08:17 -0500 From: Allan Cedar Subject: High School: The Ski Trip Even though I had grown up in Minnesota throughout my entire life, I was nowhere near prepared for the harsh winter conditions up north. The temperatures outside were nearing negative sixty degrees Fahrenheit, something rarely seen in the comparatively warm Twin Cities. I had been dragged up here to the cabin by my friends, who decided that it was more fun freezing outside trying to ski down the slopes than to stay in warmer, nicer areas and do sane things, like bowling or video games. You know, the kind of games you play inside. Nonetheless, it was a nice cabin. It was heated and had a full kitchen as well as a working water heater, which meant we wouldn't freeze whenever we took showers in the bathroom. There were five of us there, including myself. My name is Chris, about 5'10", typical run-of-the-mill guy in terms of appearances. Dark hair, brown eyes, pale complexion, and fairly lanky. Then there was Jake, a little shorter than me and with a full goatee. He was exceeding narcissistic and, worse still, had better hand-eye coordination and strength than almost anyone else I knew. Despite that, he was a stud and knew just the right way to move his body to drive me wild with desire. Also with us was Carlos, a latino with dark hair and the most spectacular eyes I had ever seen. He had a narrow jaw that came almost to a point, and was the athlete of the group. His parents owned the cabin we were staying at, and he was also the one that had convinced us to come here and ski. And finally were the twins, Ryan and Julian, both tall with blond hair and hazel eyes. They were dreamy and the hottest things in school, getting affections from every girl and teacher they met. But somehow they've avoided letting it get to their heads and are still really cool to hang out with. I jumped onto the couch and started chowing down on the chips while Carlos turned on the television and started channel surfing. The twins were busy unraveling their sleeping bags and setting up the video game consoles, and Jake was getting himself something to drink. No one wanted to go outside after having to sit in that cold, cramped little car all the way there, and with a limitless supply of natural gas the fireplace made things pretty cozy. We bummed around playing video games and watching television for awhile until people started called it a night. Ryan and Julian were the first two to strip down to their boxers and sleep in their bags. I couldn't help but watch them strip. Their twin smooth chests and long, sinewy legs enticed my eyes, and I tried very discreetly to adjust myself without anyone noticing. Jake went to sleep next, content that no one was going to beat his score tonight. He left his clothes on and simply slept in his sleeping bag that way. Disappointing, yes, but I couldn't really say anything. Finally all that was left was me and Carlos as we played the game together. Outside the wind howled as snow pelted the already deep banks, the flurry making it virtually impossible to see anything else through the windows. "So Chris, looking forward to skiing tomorrow?" Carlos's light Spanish accent was always incredibly hot to listen to. At that moment I was exceedingly glad that no one else was awake to see me blushing. I had a huge crush on Carlos... the fact that I was surrounded by my friends helped me keep myself in check. "Umm... yeah," I lied, "it should be fun." Like I implied before, I wasn't looking forward to skiing at all. We played a little bit before he set down his controller and looked straight at me. "Chris, you really don't want to ski, do you?" Panic time. "No, I do! I've just been tired lately." He gave me a deadpan look. "Chris, you looked as excited as my mom on bill day. I was surprised when I heard you were coming along." Great. I was very quickly running out of options. "Well... I guess not. I just wanted to... be with you guys. That's all." Carlos grinned. "You know, I've been watching you lately." He scooted closer to me and leaned forward, his penetrating eyes staring straight into mine. I could feel my entire body freeze, completely under his spell. "And I think I've figured out why you came with us." My mouth tried to work as I scrambled to make some kind of reply. "I... uhh, I just-- well, I--" Then his mouth touched mine, and suddenly the world began to spiral out of control. Did he-- am I-- my instincts took over and I began leaning toward him, my arms wrapping around his muscular body as my tongue traced his lips, begging for entrance. His strong hands pulled me closer as his mouth opened, our tongues dancing around each other as our hands crept under our shirts. We lifted each other's shirts off simultaneously, breaking the kiss long enough for the world to stop spinning. My body was filled with burning desire, but I couldn't believe that he was doing this... couldn't believe that my fantasies were coming to life right there in front of me. I had to know. I had to be sure. "Carlos..." He shushed me and placed a finger on my lips, then embraced me in a hug as he started kissing my neck. "We've been friends forever, Chris, and I was scared all this time that somehow I would screw things up. I knew you were gay for awhile... it's easier to tell when you're gay yourself. But it wasn't until tonight that I was sure you wanted this..." he loosened his hug and looked into my eyes with those piercing blue orbs of his, "that you wanted me." I wasn't sure which instinct was stronger: the one that wanted to melt into a puddle, or the one that wanted to tear off his clothes. "God, how I've wanted this..." I whispered, barely having the strength to say it any louder, and we began to kiss again, this time more fervently as our hands roamed across each other's backs. I tangled one of my hands in his black locks, moaning as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. His hand cupped my ass and kneaded it through the fabric of my all-too-confining jeans, his moans growing in tandem with mine. Instinct was all that remained between us, raw passion flooding our bodies as we tore each other's clothes off. His strong yet gentle hands tenderly lowered me to the floor, his body over mine, and for a moment our kiss broke and we simply stared into each other's eyes, spellbound in their brilliance. Suddenly I could not wait any longer and pulled his head forcefully to mine, my lips locking around his furiously as I pressed my body up into his, shivering from the stream of pleasure that shot through my body. He managed to free himself of the kiss just long enough to say, "I love you, Chris," and then began to kiss my neck, his hand running along my side as his kisses continued across my chest. I squirmed with both pleasure and anxiety, wishing he would hurry and finish my aching desire. But he had other things in mind, his teeth biting on my nipples, his tongue tracing lines across my chest down to my navel. It was all I could do not to moan so loud that everyone in the cabin would awaken, the feelings were so powerful. I looked down at my latin friend and now lover, his long dark hair falling to the side as his pink tongue traced down my chest. The sight was beyond erotic. He moved down to my seven and a half inch member, painfully stiff and desperately aching for release, and I couldn't help but gasp as his tongue flicked across the slit. In moments he took the head, then the shaft into his mouth until his nose was buried in my pubic hairs. I moaned, the new sensations nearly sending me over the edge. It was too much, too fast; I couldn't hold it back much longer. Carlos had no intention of stopping, his tongue swirling around my cock as he pulled away until only the head was left, then again took all of it back into his mouth. I arched my back, my legs stiffened, and a low rumble rose from my throat as thick ropes of cum shot into Carlos's hungry mouth. He began to swallow as my cock began to dribble the last remaining drops, then pulled off and crawled towards me, a sexy grin on his face as he leaned down and kissed me, my cum dancing between our mouths. Slowly we parted, his eyes closed in a divine bliss as he swallowed the last remnants of my seed down his throat. A low growl rose from my throat as I began to attack my lover's chest, nipping and sucking on his pecs. His moans only drove me wilder, biting and licking the flesh, my hand reaching for his aching seven inch cock, precum dripping generously from the slit. I stole a glance at his face and felt my own cock back at attention as I saw him, eyes closed, his face contorted with pleasure. I looked down at his thick cock, begging to be sucked dry. I still couldn't believe that my friend was doing this, that the object of my greatest fantasies was sitting there, right in front of me, asking me to be his lover. He groaned, leaning his head back in frustrated passion. I hardly needed more encouragement. Leaning down, I wrapped my lips around the head, my tongue curiously playing with his foreskin as it searched for the slit. His precum tasted salty and a little sweet, and greedily I began to suck on the head, thirsty for the delicious fluid. His moans grew louder until I began to hear a shuffling sound. Carlos went quiet, hearing it too. For a few minutes we waited there, completely frozen, scared shitless that one of our friends had woken up and saw us. After we were sure the coast was clear, he heaved a sigh and looked down at me with a wicked smile. "Please, Chris, don't make me beg." As tempting as the thought was, I was anxious to taste more of his delicious cock. Eagerly, I began to take in his shaft, trying not to gag as my nose got closer and closer to his trimmed pubes. He moaned quietly, his hands behind my head urging me further. I got close before I had to pull back, the urge too strong, and began using my teeth along his foreskin, slowly scraping lightly up the shaft. He hissed, eyes squinting from the sensations. He was leaking generously now and was probably as close as I was. I couldn't wait any longer. I took in his cock until my nose was buried in his pubes, my tongue tasting every inch of skin that it could reach. He strained to stifle his moans, his hands pushing down on my head as he got closer and closer. I sucked in hard and felt his cock expand as hot, salty cum shot into my mouth. Ropes of the delicious liquid filled my mouth until it began leaking from my mouth. With a strained groan, Carlos emptied the rest of his seed and then slowly pulled out of my mouth. I rose up and we kissed again, cum dancing between our mouths as our arms wrapped around each other in a gentle embrace, still feeling the effects of our afterglow. I felt like I was in heaven, hardly believing that this had really happened, when all of a sudden a voice piped up behind me: "What the fuck was that?" -------------------------- Well, that's the end of my first story, ever. Obviously I've got it set up for a sequel, but I'd love to get some feedback. What do you guys think? E-mail me at acedara@gmail.com! All constructive feedback is welcome, flames will be heckled at and mostly ignored. Thanks guys!