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Levi
A new story by Danny
author of such stories as...
Part IV
After the empty feeling of the nearly uninhabited Hollister common area the previous night, coming down that morning seemed so weird. Last night, I felt almost like the entire common area was pretty much my secret place where secret things had transpired. That morning, I felt as though my secret place had been invaded. People were everywhere. And what was even weirder, Phil was holding my hand the entire way down. Even in the open area and into the restaurant he continued to hold my hand. I felt like a small child being led around by an older brother.
When we entered the restaurant area, a very cute guy in an all-black Hollister uniform, sporting a pure white tie, greeted the two of us. At first I didn't realize that I knew the guy from previous visits until he used my name.
"And a very good morning to you both! Oh hello Levi. I didn't recognize you. You're hair? It's... well so different."
I looked up to the young man while running my free hand through my bangs, "Yeah. I guess it is." Then the recognition hit me, "Oh Jerry! Yeah! Hi!"
He smiled when he saw that I had remembered him too. "It kind of has that `street dog meets egg-beater' thing going on! I like it!"
He was teasing me because the last time I saw him, I was giving him a hard time about the shoes he'd been wearing. He had forgotten his normal work shoes at home and thus, had to work all day in his `street' shoes which were red chucks. Oh man, I teased him so mercilessly.
I smiled and gave him the `Go ahead and give it to me! I deserve it!' wave.
"Aaaahhaaa!" He laughed, knowing after so long, he'd finally got me back.
And then as if a fire had been lit under him, he popped. Seriously, his body actually popped like popcorn as he began to say, "OH! I saw your parents..." his words trailed off as he turned away from us to scan the room for them.
I took that chance to pull Phil down so that I could whisper, "I should warn you that Jerry is super friendly and a bit of a..."
I didn't get to finish as Jerry began to swing back around to us, "I'm sorry, but I don't see them. Let me go check..."
"Actually, we don't need to sit with them." I said, "They came down a while ago so they are probably already done eating and ready for the slopes; if they're not out there already."
"Oh, so just the two of you then? Well how splendid! I'm sure you and your," he paused to clear his throat, "lovely friend..."
"Oh sorry!" I said as I pulled my hand from Phil's, "This here is Phil. We go to school together."
Phil extended the hand I had been holding and shook Jerry's the way real men do.
Jerry pulled Phil in a bit closer, and as if sharing a secret, spoke in this creepy backwater sort of way, "Weeeellllll! School friends aaaarrrre the best friends! Are they not?" followed by a wink.
Phil looked at me almost pleadingly.
"So what's good this morning?" I asked Jerry.
Releasing his grip on Phil, Jerry clapped his hands together and placed them under his chin, almost like he was praying.
"Let's seeeeeeeeee. How do you feel about chocolate?" He asked Phil with a slight nod in his direction.
I could tell just by the way he said it, Phil's response was not meant to be funny but it really was.
"Uh, warm and gooey?" Phil said.
I snorted.
"Weeeellll then! You have got to try the chocolate chip waffles with chocolate syrup!" Jerry dropped his arms to his sides and shook like someone had just zapped him with a taser gun, "It is toooooo diiiiiie fooooorrrrrr!"
Phil gave me another look as if to say, "Is this guy for real?"
"Do you think it will be okay if we sit up there?" I asked, pointing to the balcony which overlooks the restaurant and the enormous fire pit in the middle of the place. Normally children are not allowed up there alone but I was hoping Jerry would make an exception.
"Ooooh but for my favorite guest, I'd move the moon!" he said while gesturing like he was actually reaching for the moon itself.
He then led us to a table on the far side of the balcony, where there was a spectacular view of the inside as well as a grand panoramic view of the famous Hollister slopes outside.
He then told us that he'd personally bring us something special to start our meal with.
"That guy is a fruit!" Phil commented.
"Sssshhh!" I hushed him in case someone over heard.
Five minutes later, jerry was back with two lovely mugs of hot cider (he remembered I love Hollister's cider) which comes with a cinnamon stick and a dusting of cinnamon sugar around the rim. He also delighted us with a plate of Hollister's famous butter-rum cookies for dunking.
"I hope you both enjoy your breakfast!" Jerry said and then informed us that our waiter would be with us shortly.
We had about ten minutes to drink our cider and eat our cookies before we saw our waiter, but that was cool with us. We started out drinking and eating and I told Phil all the different things we could do besides skiing. However, he really wanted to go skiing most of all.
He didn't bring up the subject of Felix and René at all until we were almost done with our chocolate chip waffles. Actually, he'd been ravenously hungry and wolfed his down in the time it took me to eat half of mine. I ended up giving him my other half to finish. I then sat across from Phil, drinking my milk and eating the two strawberries which came as a garnish for my waffle.
As he was finishing up, he asked, "Do you see those two anywhere in here?"
For a glorious forty minutes, I'd forgotten about Felix and René. Now they were back in the forefront of my mind and suddenly, the chocolate chip waffle wasn't sitting too well in my stomach.
From where we were perched, we could literally see the entire restaurant except for those directly below us.
I shook my head, "Don't see them."
"Don't worry!" he said when he saw the concern on my face.
When my expression didn't change, he kicked me under the table; not hard, mind you, only enough to get my attention.
"OUCH!" I complained.
He smiled, showing off his chocolate covered teeth. He then opened his mouth and showed me his chewed up food.
I chuckled, "GROSS!" which made him laugh as he picked up his glass of milk and polished it off, using the last of it like mouthwash.
After a half a minute of uncomfortable thought, I asked, "Can we just forget about them? I... I just want to go skiing. Okay?" it came out less like a request and more like a desperate plea.
Phil ran his finger across his plate, covering it in chocolate syrup. Before I knew what he was doing, he'd reached out and smeared it on the end of my nose.
"Oh you nasty, nasty boy!" I laughed and an older couple not too far from us smiled amusedly.
As I used my napkin to wipe the chocolate from my nose, Phil seemed to study me for a minute before he spoke, "Okay, we won't talk about those guys! But I have a small confession to make."
I prepared myself for something disturbing. What I got was anything but.
"I've only ever gone skiing once, and that wasn't at a real place like this." He admitted.
"Oh, that's not a problem!" I said with relief as I switched from being the little brother needing protection to being his teacher.
We left the table and made our way back to our room to get our coats and gloves. On the way out, I made sure to thank Jerry.
Phil shook his hand again and told him, "Best breakfast ever!" which made Jerry smile like a cat who just caught a bird.
I then led him to the equipment shed which is really not a shed at all. It is outside, but it's more like a large log cabin with the whole front side open to the weather. Inside we were both fitted with everything a skier needs such as, goggles, ski boots, poles, and of course, skis.
Since Phil wasn't really experienced, I took him to the quick training class which we attended together. He took to skiing like a duck takes to water! It was like he was born to be on skis. It's just another thing about Phil that is so cool. He's good at everything!
After the class, he and I skied together for about three hours. We started out just skiing down the smaller beginner hills together, and then we'd ride one of the four ski lifts back up, only to ski back down again. At one point, while Phil wasn't looking at me, I pushed him over and took off down the hill. He was soon up and gave chase. That started a whole chain of skiing games that we kept thinking up as we went.
After a while, on the beginner hills, Phil wanted to try one of the Interim hills.
"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked.
"Yeah! What's the worst that can happen?" he laughed.
"Well you could smash into a tree, break your neck and be a quadriplegic for the rest of your life and have to poop in a diaper."
"Yeah, but what's the down side?" He laughed.
We went to the Interim hills and skied down those for a while before we both got cold and hungry again.
"I can't feel my toes!" I commented when we'd both skied to a stop, only feet from each other at the bottom of the slope.
"Oh good! I thought it was just me!" he joked.
Leaning toward him a little, I secretly and somewhat comically confessed, "I also need to take a wicked piss!"
We made our way over to the ski lift to ride it back up when I spotted Felix and René. They were already on the ski lift and headed back up the hill.
"Phil!" I said tugging hard on his arm.
"Levi, you're going to make me fall over again!"
"Phil, look!"
I was pointing toward Felix and René but suddenly, I couldn't speak. I think it was my tone that Phil picked up on.
"Is that them?" he asked.
I nodded as the horrors of the previous night came flooding back to me. My body began to tremble at the mere sight of them.
"Come on! Let's get..." he started to say but stopped when he looked at me.
Even though I was wearing ski goggles Phil saw that something wasn't right with me.
"You okay?" he asked.
I didn't respond. Not because I couldn't, but because I was completely consumed with shame. The moment I saw Felix and René, the fear I felt was so powerful that, for the second time, I pissed myself. The first time it happened, I had no knowledge of it happening. This time however, I felt the warm liquid traveling down both of my legs and pooling inside my ski boots.
Phil pulled his goggles up onto his forehead and then kicked off his skis. He walked up to me and grabbed me by both shoulders.
Speaking softly and with no regard for those around us, he said, "Fuck them! They're shit, and they don't matter!"
He then removed my goggles and saw that I'd begun to cry.
Since I was wearing skiing pants over my regular pants, to protect my legs from the snow and ice, no one could see what I had done, but that didn't change the fact that I was completely humiliated with what I had done to myself.
"Phil!" my voice broke.
He pulled me into another hug and tried to calm me down. People were looking at us, but he didn't seem to care at all. He pulled away from me and kneeled down to remove my skis.
Then, handing our skis to the lady lift attendant, he said to her, "We're just going to ride up. I think we've had enough fun for a while."
"I understand." She said sympathetically as she allowed us to go ahead of the others and get on the ski lift.
On the way up, I confessed to him what had happened in my pants and did my best not to cry again.
"Oh God! Is that all?!" he exclaimed, "Holy fucking shit Levi! You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were having a meltdown or something! Holy fuck!"
His compassionate reaction to my wetting my pants seemed to calm me and make me feel less ashamed for doing it. He then playfully punched my right leg. I didn't feel it through all the layers I was wearing.
I punched him back and we commenced to have a slap fight over sixty-feet in the air, which caused the lift to shake and swing.
He laughingly exclaimed, "If you make me fall off this damn thing, I'll kill you if I survive."
"And if you don't survive?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Then I will come back as a ghost and haunt you every time you masturbate!" he said in a spooky voice.
Blushing I said in a soft voice, "I-I don't masturbate!"
"Yeah right! Everybody does it and then says they don't."
"Really?"
"Yep!"
"Do you?" I asked.
"Yep!" he said again.
"Really?"
"All the time! Hell, I'd do it right now if it weren't so fucking cold out here!"
"Gross!"
"It's not gross! It's completely natural!"
At the top of the hill, once we were off the lift, Phil led me over to a secluded area and had me remove the ski equipment so I wouldn't have to do it in the equipment shed where everyone would see my wet pants. He then returned everything as I waited for him. He was gone about ten minutes, which was long enough for my wet pants to freeze to my legs.
When he returned, I had my arms wrapped around myself and was shivering uncontrollably.
"Cold?" He teased and laughed.
"Sh-sh-shut up-p-p!" I chattered as I tried to bump into him without releasing my arms from around myself.
"Don't walk like that." He said after we'd started heading inside.
"I can't help it!"
"If you walk like that, everyone is going to know you wet yourself. Just walk normal."
"But my pants are so cold!"
"Just do it!"
We went back to the room and I immediately stripped off everything. He went to the bathroom where he took both pairs of pants I'd peed in (today's and yesterdays) and put them both in the tub along with my long underwear bottoms from yesterday and everything else that had my piss all over them. He reached down, turned on the water and then squirted just a little shampoo into the water. I suppose he'd learned his lesson when it came to soap and the washing of clothes. A little soap goes a long way.
"Might as well get in along with your clothes and wash off that pee." He suggested.
I didn't want to take another bath, so I decided to wash myself in the sink using a washcloth. Phil gave into this idea but took the washcloth from me so he could make sure I was good and clean and didn't smell of pee later.
Afterward, Phil said he needed to piss and I decided that I did too.
"Me first!" I said.
"No, I go first!" he shot back.
"Why should you get to go first?"
"Because I am older and you pissed recently! I didn't!"
That one was hurtful! I gave him my, `Them's fight'n words!' look which made him chuckle as he stepped up to the toilet, lifted the lid and proceeded to free his trouser snake.
Since I was presently bottom less, I didn't have to deal with a fly and such and was able to step to the side of the bowl, between it and the tub and then proceeded to pee.
Phil pulled out his cock and aimed it at the toilet but didn't start peeing.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked.
"I can't go when you're watching." He complained.
"Why not?"
"I just can't!" he said and then said, "Close your eyes."
"I can't, I'll miss fire!" I giggled.
"How can you pee so much when you just went?" He asked.
"I dunno."
My stream began to abate but I didn't want to stop so I bore down and forced more out.
"Maybe if you pet it, it will let you pee?" I joked.
"LEVI!" He complained and then I saw why he complained.
Phil's cock was starting to swell.
"OOPS!" I laughed.
He began to do the pee dance the way little kids do when in the middle of a super market and have to go desperately.
"Man, I really need to go too!"
My pee had stopped, but I didn't move away.
"STOP LOOKING AT IT!"
Laughing I said, "Can't you pee when it's hard?"
"NO I CAN'T! NOW SHUT UP AND GO AWAY, PLEASE!"
"But I don't want to leave."
"Levi, if you don't go away, you're going to get it!"
"How about if I tickle you? Maybe then you can pee?" I said and poked him in the ribs.
Keep in mind, the water had been running this whole time so the tub was getting rather full.
He suddenly reached out and with just a small push against my chest I began to fall backward. There wasn't room between the toilet and the tub to maneuver at all so there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling other than to reach out and grab something. Guess what I grabbed.
"MOTHER FUCKER! THAT HURT!" Phil cried out as he stood, bent in half and cupping his aching cock.
Unfortunately, when I grabbed his dick, I wasn't able to hang on to it because he'd pulled away at the same time, and thus causing himself more pain. I went in the tub backwards. Though I was nude from the waist down, I was still wearing my coat, sweater, shirt and thermal long underwear top when I went in.
"PHIL. YOU ARE SO GOING TO GET IT!" I cried as I splashed and tried to get myself turned around.
I had gotten tangled up in the clothes we were meant to be washing, and the weight of my saturated clothes I was still wearing was making it more and more difficult, so it took more splashing and struggling before I was able to stand up in the tub.
Phil was still bent over and breathing like he was trying to push a watermelon out of his pee hole.
"You okay?" I asked with genuine concern.
"Do I fucking look okay?"
Realizing just what had happened and just what I had done to poor Phil, I could not keep myself from chuckling, "No, actually you look like your little wee-wee is hurting!"
His head came up just enough that he could see me. Wow if looks could kill.
"Want me to get my mom to come kiss it and make it better?"
"Levi, I swear, if you don't stop!" he tried to threaten me but couldn't keep from chuckling.
When he laughed, I laughed too.
He slowly straightened up and I saw he was no longer hard.
"Do you still need to pee?"
He shot me another death stare which only made me chuckle again.
He stroked his cock gently with both hands while examining it as though he were looking to see if it was still firmly attached.
"Does it still work?" I asked half joking and half serious.
"It will be a miracle!" He moaned as he stepped up to the toilet again and aimed his dick at the yellow water that I'd created.
This time, I actually covered my eyes so that he wouldn't get pee-shy again. When I heard the splash of piss hitting the water, I peeked.
"Hey, it isn't broke!" I cheered and splashed him in the process.
While still pissing, he then turned toward me and began to pee on my legs. I started to jump around in the tub to keep from being peed on but he kept aiming the thing at me anyway. Then I lost my footing and fell with a huge splash. Phil took this opportunity to piss on my face and head.
"PHIL, GROSS! EEEWWWWW! STOP! NO! PHIL!"
He turned back to the bowl while laughing so hard that he kept missing the bowl and spraying everywhere else.
"YOU ARE SO GROSS!" I complained as I stood in the middle of the tub, still wearing my soaking wet coat, covered in Phil's piss.
"Serves you right for trying to rip my cock off!"
"Now I really need a shower!" I complained as I reached down into the tub and flipped the silver lever to let the water back out. I then turned on the shower part.
Phil surprised me when he climbed into the shower fully dressed and pulled the curtain closed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What's it look like?"
He picked up the soap and proceeded to wash my coat while I was still wearing it. I'm not sure why, but I found that incredibly funny and could not stop laughing.
"You know this stuff is never going to dry in time for us to go skiing again today. I'd be surprised if it is dry by tomorrow." He pointed out.
"And whose fault is that?" I asked through my laughter.
Okay, rinse off your coat and then take it off.
I did as he asked and handed it to him.
"Wow, it's heavy!" he commented and then ordered, "Turn off the water a minute."
I turned my back on him again as I asked, "Where's the please?"
As I was turning off the water, with my back to him and slightly bent over, my bare ass was exposed.
SMACK
"OUCH! What was that for?"
"That was your `please'!"
I rubbed my wet ass and joked, "Politeness hurts."
He then proceeded to try to twist, squeeze and roll out as much water from my coat as he could. Realizing we could get more of the water out if we worked together, I took one end and he took the other. Together we were able to get my coat to stop dripping though it was far from dry. Phil wadded it up in a ball and sent it sailing like a basketball over the curtain rod and as far from the tub and toilet as he could. We did this for all of our clothes as well until we were both completely naked and all our clothes were spread out across the bathroom floor but away from the toilet area which was still covered in Phil's piss.
Standing face to face, and completely naked, Phil asked in all seriousness, "You doing okay?"
I knew what he was asking and in all honesty, I didn't know how I was feeling. I mean, all the pee play, the splashing, and the washing of our clothes had done a good job of distracting my thoughts. But as soon as Phil asked if I was okay, the thoughts came rushing back. In the end, I didn't have to answer him.
"Okay, let's get out of here and hang everything on hangers. We also need to clean the floor and toilet up so we don't get in trouble." He suggested.
I ended up on piss patrol. I'm not sure how either. He took everything and put it on hangers and then hung them from the shower curtain rod. Man that rod must have been strong to hold all that weight.
He found a hair drier under the sink and had me leave the bathroom while he plugged it in and turned it on. He set it on the counter blowing toward our wet clothes. He turned on the bathroom fan and then closed the door after he came out.
"That doesn't seem very safe." I pointed out.
"Rather get in trouble with your parents?"
"Good point! Think it will work?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Hope so!"
He then looked at my nude body and gave me a strange expression.
"What?" I asked while examining my own body to see if I had something on me I hadn't noticed.
"Damn you are white!" he commented.
"Why do you always say that?" I laughed.
He laughed too, "Man this summer, we got to get you out of the house and into the sun!"
"There's sun out there now!" I joked.
"I'm not going outside naked when it is this cold!" Phil said adamantly.
I picked up on what he'd almost said there and asked, "So you would go out naked if it wasn't cold?"
He eyed me questioningly as he crossed to our bags, "Well not here! Too many people. But I might if I was somewhere else. Would you?"
"NO WAY!" I declared.
"Chicken!"
"I am not a chicken! Besides you just said you wouldn't do it!"
"Nooo, I didn't and yes you sure are a chicken!" He said as he pulled out a t-shirt and tried to pull it on before realizing he'd taken it from my suitcase.
I laughed at him as he wrestled with my t-shirt which was stuck halfway on one arm, trapping his head inside.
"Am not a chicken!" I laughed back.
"Then prove it!" He said with a frustrated growl as he pulled my shirt off himself, "I dare you to run out onto our balcony, and stay out there for five minutes without any clothes on at all."
"NO WAY I WILL FREEZE TO DEATH!"
"See, you're chicken!"
"AM NOT!"
"Okay, two minutes then!" he haggled and I couldn't believe I was actually considering taking his dare.
"What if mom and dad come back and catch me?"
"That's just a chance you'll have to take to prove you are not chicken."
"How about I run out and come back?" I pleaded in an effort to lower my chances of getting caught and catching frost bite.
"Nope, two minutes is as low as I'll go." He said, pulling out a shirt from his own suitcase.
"If I do it, then you have to do it too!" I said, thinking for sure that he'd let me off the hook.
"I'm not the one that looks like a walking corps!" he said and stepped closer to me.
He held his arm up against mine to show me that he had quite a bit more color than I. Actually, compared to him; I looked as white as the snow we'd been skiing on.
"Alright, I'll let you do it for one minute! If you do it for at least that long, I'll say you're not a chicken!"
"Come on Phil!" I begged.
He began to cluck and strut around like a chicken.
"PHIL!" I whined.
"BOCK, BOCK, BOCK, I'm Levi, BOCK, BOCK, BOCK, the chicken BOCK, BOCK, BOCK!"
"FINE!" I shouted and ran from the room to the common area, past the sofa and the fireplace, pulled open the sliding glass door and jumped out onto the balcony.
Wow it was cold.
I turned back around just in time to see Phil pushing the door closed and locking it.
"PHIL! NO FAIR! LET ME IN!"
He held a finger to his mouth to hush me and then pointed to either side of the balcony. It was then that I realized it wasn't as private as I had thought it would be. There wasn't anyone else out, but if someone did come out, they would see me for sure.
I turned back to Phil to beg him to let me back in but he was gone.
"PHIL!" I cried out only not so loudly.
Freezing and panicking, I frantically pulled at the door, but it wouldn't budge. I looked in through the glass and couldn't see him anywhere. Then he popped up from behind the sofa laughing.
I begged through the glass for him to open it. He came back over and at first pretended to unlock it a couple times with me trying to pull the door open each time. He finally flipped the lock lever and I heard it click. I gave the door a pull and ran inside before he could lock me out again.
"WHY'D YOU DO THAT?" I asked.
He laughed, "Because I didn't think you would stay out there otherwise. Plus, it was funny!"
"Yeah, well you're a jerk!" I said while rubbing my body to try to get myself warm again.
He closed the door and then surprised me when he turned around and had a handful of snow. I don't know how he got it. I didn't even see him go out at all.
"NO DON'T!" I shouted and ran for the bedroom.
I hit the bed flying and quickly climbed under the covers to protect myself. I waited a minute, then two, but he didn't come after me. Cautiously, I pulled the cover down to peek out and when I did...
WHAM!
Snow ball to the forehead.
"OH YOU ARE SO DEAD NOW!" I laughed and flew out of the bed.
He hadn't expected me to come after him so I was in the air, having jumped off the bed and toward him before he realized I was coming. He sort of caught me and fell at the same time.
As I was in the air I cried out, "ZOMBIE ATTACK!"
While on top of him I acted like I was taking a bite out of his neck. Not surprisingly, he tilted his head to allow me to get to his neck and I sucked as if trying to suck his very soul from his body.
What I didn't know was, as I was feasting on his lovely neck, he was having his own evil thoughts. He'd held that snow ball the whole time I was under the covers so his hand was nearly frozen. He then placed his icy hand on my balls.
"OOOOH!" I gasped and recoiled from the shock.
I was up on my knees backing away as he rolled up on his knees and then stood, looming like the grim reaper himself, holding his icy hand out like the hand of death. He began to stalk me.
I giggled and continued to back away until I couldn't back up any more. He continued forward until he was standing over me, his flaccid cock just inches from my face. Then he bent at the waist and placed his hand right on my bare chest. It was cold but I played it up even more as though he were ripping my beating heart from my trembling body. He too acted his part, removing his hand and holding it up. He was making his fingers pulsate as though my thumping heart were beating within his evil grasp.
I fell forward and convulsed, feigning a horrible death.
He laughed as he tried to talk like Golem, "We has it! We has the precious!"
I laughed too.
"It are dead, it cannot laugh." He said still talking like Golem which only made me laugh all the more.
I then started to move and rise up, "Now I am a zombie and will eat your brains! Brains! Must have brains!"
He held his hand out, presenting me with my heart, "How about some nice fresh heart instead? I hear it's good for you!"
"Brrraaaaiiinnnsss!!!!"
Phil backed away and began to act like girls do in the movies when they are about to be captured by a bad monster.
"Oh please somebody! Help! Help! Somebody please help!"
I was up and walking more like Frankenstein than a zombie, "BRAINS!"
And just as I was about to attack him and eat his brains, he backed into the back of the door, pushing it closed.
"NOW YOU ARE TRAPPED! I SHALL EAT YOUR YUMMY NUTRITIOUS BRAINS!"
"BOYS? Are you here?" We both heard mom call out.
"We're in here!" Phil called back quickly, "We just came in to change after skiing."
We both jumped for our suitcases and scrambled into clothes.
"We'll be out in a second!" I called out.
"Are you boys about ready for lunch?" we heard dad ask.
"Yeah! Starving!" I answered.
"How can you be hungry? You just ate my brains?" Phil joked in a low whisper.
"Well hurry up and we'll go down together." Mom said.
"Alright, be right out!" Phil answered.
"Man that was close!" Phil admitted as he quickly stepped into a pair of boxers.
"Tell me about it!" I was already in my underwear and pulling on a pair of blue jeans.
I then addressed Phil's question, "You didn't have enough brains to satisfy my hunger."
"Did you just call me stupid?"
Giggling I said, "Did you hear me say the word stupid?"
We both dressed in record time and were heading out of the room just as dad knocked on our door, "Come on boys. We're hungry."
"So are we!" I laughed as we opened the door and startled my dad.
"Why is your hair wet?" Dad asked.
"We got sweaty skiing." Phil said.
"Yeah, and Phil was stinky!" I added.
"HEY!" he shoved me.
"Well, both of you go comb your hair..." dad started to say then mom called out for him not to tell me to comb my hair.
All she got out was, "DON'T TELL..." before she stopped, "Now he's going to be in there for half an hour."
"No he won't!" Phil said and grabbing me by the arm, he roughly pulled me back into the room.
He had to slip into the bathroom for the hair brush but was quick about it so that my parents wouldn't hear the hair drier running.
I held out my hand for the brush but Phil said, "NO WAY! I'll do it for you!"
With no choice, I stood there and let him comb my hair for me again.
Within two minutes we were back out of the room.
Phil smiled, "Told you he wouldn't be in there for half an hour!"
"I'm honestly surprised." Dad said, and then asked, "How were the slopes?"
Phil sort of stretched the truth a bit, "Best time I have ever had!"
"Yeah, Phil's a natural!" I said truthfully.
"Did you ski?" Phil asked my dad.
Mom came out of their room clipping on one of her earrings and answered for Dad, "We were just talking about going after lunch. Maybe the four of us could go together."
"Remembering that our coats were still wet and hanging in the bathroom to dry, I quickly said, "Phil and I wanted to go to the ice show after lunch."
"Oh Phil, you'll just love it! The way they carve with chainsaws?" Mom gyrated her hips seductively, "Oh it is exciting!"
"MOM!" I complained.
Acting like she didn't have a clue what I was complaining about she simply asked, "What?"
The four of us left our suite together, but Phil and I walked several paces behind my parents.
"Good save back there." He softly said to me.
"Yeah."
He then asked, "Are we really going to the ice thing?"
I shrugged, "Might as well. And mom's right. It is really cool."
He then punched me in the arm.
"OOOUUUCH! What was that for?"
"For calling me stupid!" he laughed.
"At least I ate your brains! You just left my heart lying up in the room. Probably all covered in carpet fuzz now!"
Upon entering the restaurant, we were delighted to be greeted once again by our favorite host, Jerry.
"Well, I see you finally found the boys." He said to my mother.
"You can recall the search party!" Dad joked.
"And it is a pleasure to see you again Levi aaannnd, Phil? Was it?"
"Jethro!" Phil corrected him.
"Oh excuse me, Jethro!"
I elbowed Phil in the gut and said, "Don't tease the man who handles your food!"
Jerry, realizing he was being teased, laughed, "That was a good one!"
Jerry took us to the lower area, near the fire pit in the middle of the room. Unlike this morning, he didn't bring us our drinks because our waitress arrived just as we were being seated.
Lunch was basically taken up with small talk. Phil and I recounted some of the good stuff this morning for my parents while leaving out the bad stuff. We even shared about having a snow ball fight, but left out the part about it being in the suite and about us being naked at the time.
As soon as we were done eating, mom gave us both a hug and a kiss on the cheek before leaving with dad to go skiing.
"We best go put on a sweater before we head for the tram," I said. "The ice show can be a little cold. However, it is inside so luckily, we won't need our coats."
"Oh we get to take the tram again?" Phil asked with excitement. He really seems to like the overhead tram.
"Yeah, it's way down where we came in except we'll have to take a short walk when we get to the bottom." I said.
We raced back to the suite to get our sweaters and while we were in the room, Phil was walking around the room, looking at the floor intently.
"You drop something?" I asked while pulling my sweater over my head.
"Yeah, something very important." He quipped. Before I could ask what, he cried triumpently, "Oh here it is!" and then bent over and to pick something up from the far side of the room.
When he stood up, he held out his hand to show me my still beating heart.
"Can't leave something this important just lying around now can we?" he said with the most adorable smile ever.
He blew on it and pretended to pick off a few carpet fibers before he stuffed it in his pants pocket.
"I'll just put it in here for safe keeping!"
I laughed and tossed him a sweater from his suitcase.
He didn't put it on right away but instead tossed it over one shoulder and followed me out of the room. He only got as far as the sofa when he stopped me with a single hand on my arm. I instinctively turned.
He patted his pocket and asked with all sincerity, "You don't mind if I have it do you?"
Unable to think of anything to say, I shared a smile as I shook my head `no'.
"Good, because I wasn't going to give it back anyway!" he said and then gave me a shove toward the door.
We took the back way down just to be different. There was plenty of time before the ice show was supposed to start so we were in no real hurry. We lollygagged around the common area a while before boarding the descending tram. Phil was bummed out that he didn't have his phone and couldn't take more pictures.
Once at the bottom, we excited the tram station and went back outside for a short walk.
"It is so much warmer down here." Phil commented, but he still pulled his sweater on as it wasn't that much warmer.
"Yeah, that's why we don't need coats!" I said while talking like a simpleton and pointing to my head.
I then pretended to burp.
"Oh excuse me! That one came out of nowhere!" I said, "Must have been them brains I ate earlier! They always give me gas!"
Phil thought that was funny.
We got to the ice show and were surprised that we weren't the first ones to arrive, but we were still able to get seats right up front. Phil loved how the seating was just bark-less trees, which were set end-to-end. It was very rustic.
As I was about to sit, Phil stopped me and warned, "Careful! Don't sit on your wood!"
Yeah, I laughed even though it was corny. But then again, dick jokes are always funny!
"By the way, it is kind of loud when they bring out the chainsaws." I warned.
Right as I said that, one of the guys who helps with the show, came out with a running chainsaw.
Phil covered his ears until the man shut it off and set it by a huge block of ice.
"Okay, that was loud." Phil said, still holding his ears.
I chuckled, "That was nothing!"
Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes the place really started to fill up and before long, there were people standing up along the back walls.
Right as scheduled, a circus type barker dressed more like a mountain man, came out and started the show.
"Welcome to the Hollister Ice Spectacular!" he said, "For all you in the first two or three rows, you should know that as the show progresses, there is a real likely hood of ice and snow flying your way. You might also experience the lovely smell of our chainsaws. So for those of you with breathing problems, you may wish to move to the back now."
Of course no one moved.
"Alright, and now snowladies and snowmen, let me introduce to you, all the way from Zwiesel, Germany, "Wolfgang and Fritzy!"
Everyone applauded as a man in traditional German garb came out wearing a face shield to protect him from the ice.
Behind him came a shorter person dressed in a similar fashion and carrying a running chainsaw high above his head.
For a minute or so they worked up the crowd with some running chainsaw juggling. This also gave time for two men to wheel out a block of ice about eight feet tall and about three feet square.
"Now that's a big ice cube!" Phil said to me.
"That's nothing!" I said while we continued to watch.
The larger man put down one chainsaw and then lifted the smaller man up and onto his shoulders. Now the little guy was standing on the taller man's shoulders, all while holding a running chainsaw.
"OOOH!" Phil exclaimed and clapped.
I've seen the ice show before but every year, it's a little different as they continually bring in new ice carvers. I'd never seen Wolfgang and Fritzy before. They made a great team and their vaudevillian style really put them at the top as some of the best carvers I've ever seen.
The smaller guy was acting like he was scared of being so high and pleading to be let down. The taller guy was acting like he couldn't hear the smaller one over the sound of the chainsaws. Then the smaller guy dropped the saw to cup his hands around where his mouth would be if he wasn't wearing the face shield. The taller man caught the running saw and still acted like he couldn't hear his partner. The little guy gave up and clapped once. I guess that was the signal for the other to toss the saw back up. He did. The smaller guy acted like he was about to cut the ice but then didn't. He threw the running chainsaw back down to the guy below and motioned with his hands for a bigger saw. One of the stage hands then brought out a bigger, louder saw, and without even looking at Wolfgang or Fritzy, tossed the saw into the air. It did a complete rotation before the little guy caught it.
Even I got excited over that one!
Wolfgang and Fritzy both gave comically-rude hand gestures at the stage hand as he was walking away, which made everyone laugh hysterically.
There was an additional bit of chainsaw razzle-dazzle before they finally began to carve the ice.
Man, ice and snow began flying everywhere and soon, what had been a big plain block of ice, started to look like something.
A couple of minutes into the carving, Phil leaned over and cupped a hand to my ear, "Is it just me, or is that block of ice starting to look like a giant frozen cock?"
I elbowed him but couldn't keep from smiling at his stupid but funny comment.
Five minutes later and as the ice crystals fell from the air, it was clearly a big ice bear with a fish in its mouth. Another four or five minutes and it was done.
"WOW!" Phil exclaimed as everyone stood and applauded.
The barker came back out and asked for another round of applause for Wolfgang and Fritzy. I finally figured out who was who when the little guy, still on the big guys shoulders, bowed and did a tumble through the air, landing squarely on the ground. The crowd had gasped, thinking the little guy was falling, but he wasn't at all.
The barker said, "Oh Fritzy, you scared all these lovely people!"
Fritzy then turned, kicked the taller man, who apparently was Wolfgang, and then ran off the carving floor to the back area while Wolfgang chased him.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Wolfgang and Fritzy will be back soon, but right now I have a real treat for you..."
The show went on for another hour or so before Wolfgang and Fritzy were reintroduced and five of the largest blocks of ice followed them. They hammed it up once again for the audience before going to work. It had taken Wolfgang and Fritzy about ten minutes to carve one block of ice into a bear, so I figured it would take them five times that long to do all five blocks, but it didn't. It only took them about fifteen or sixteen minutes to carve them all into Santa on his slay and four reindeer. It was a perfect ending to the show.
And had it ended just like that, Phil and I would have had the best memory to cherish, but that wasn't the end for the two of us.
At the very end, after three bows, Wolfgang and Fritzy removed their protective face masks and smiled for the audience while everyone took pictures of then posing with their ice creation. However, the two known as Wolfgang and Fritzy were horrifyingly revealed to me as Felix and René.
I looked to Phil who was looking at me for confirmation. He hadn't seen the two of them up close yet, but he got the idea because I'd begun to tremble. He then had no doubt when he saw my watery eyes looking up at him.
The barker then thanked us for coming and said it was the last ice show until after Thanksgiving. He also said that they had something exciting scheduled for the month of December and to be sure to return.
Phil sat me back down on the wooden log and held my hand so tightly that, any other time, it would have hurt.
"Well, now we know who they are and why they're here." he said.
"Can we go now?" I begged.
"Yeah! Yeah, let's get out of here!" Phil said and we both began to worm our way through the crowd as everyone tried to exit at once.
We were all the way out when Phil said, "Oh I forgot something! Wait here!"
He worked his way back inside and I stood out there impatiently waiting. A gentle snow started to fall as it began to get colder. Once the last of the audience exited, I figured Phil would be close behind but he wasn't, so I went back in to see what was taking him so long.
I had just come back in when I saw Phil emerge from backstage.
"Where were you?" I asked, "Why were you back there?"
"Nowhere! Nothing! Come on! Let's go back up to the lodge." Phil said as he quickly took my hand and whisked me away.
TO BE CONTINUED...
If you are enjoying LEVI then please let me know. You can email me at m12@thedoghousemail.com
Massive thanks must be given to Paul S. Stevens for his help with proofing this chapter. Thank you Paul!!!!
And be sure to check out my other books...
Simon's Journal – Ever read someone's secret diary? Well here is your chance to read the private journal of a young boy named Simon David Leonard. Simon is just a mild American boy...that is until someone threatens his friends or family, then watch out! He has a secret problem which to him feels all consuming. When he decided to go in search for others who share the same secret problem, he sets off a series of events that will change his life, and the lives of those he encounters, forever. As you lose yourself within the pages of his four volume journal, you will laugh, cry, scream, and cheer your way through adventures that will take you halfway around the world and back again.
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/simons-journal/)
Goodbye Normal Jeans – Meet Nevada, the middle child of a country families seven children. Nevada, prematurely born, lives the life of a simple country boy. His biggest concerns in life are dealing with his physical inadequacies related to his early birth, and making sure the pigs don't get loose. All of that changes when it is discovered that Nevada is exceptionally intelligent and is awarded a scholarship to a prestigious school for gifted young minds. There he must learn new ways of coping with his bodies limitations while trying to cope with life back on the farm.
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/goodbye-normal-jeans/)
Alvin Ever After – A four part novel series chronicling the life changing events of a young California surfer boy named Alvin who has been uprooted and transplanted clear across the country to Maine?
In the first novel you will journey with Alvin and his parents as they travel east, encountering many adventures and people along their way.
The second novel tells of Alvin's new life in Maine as he and his parents struggle to make a new life for themselves.
The third novel tells the tale of a terrible tragedy which rocks Alvin and his family at its core. Friends and loved ones will flock to Alvin and his family's side as everyone struggles to come to grips.
The final novel in the series, which is coming very soon to Nifty, will see Alvin making a life changing decision and sets out on a new adventure across the country as he attempts to return to California again.
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/alvin-ever-after/)
I have a blog which I update with information about how work on my stories is coming along. It's a good way to find out what I've been up to and what stories I am working on. You can find it at www.talkhard.5u.com
Massive thanks to Paul S. Steven's for his help with editing!
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