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The ski lodge was a nice one, just like the kind you see in the picture books, built with wooden planks along the outside and a large, low-hanging ceiling overhead, inside it was all brown and warm and comfy looking, a large sunken area in the middle of the large room just past the check-in counter where the main attraction was an open wood fire with the fire burning and the heavy black-painted vent overhead to suck all the smoke away (and most of the heat, probably) and just enough indirect lighting to give you the soft comfort you expected when on a skiing trip like this.
Sitting on the long round couch that surrounded the wood fire was another standard feature of the ski lodge, a handsome man in a colorful sweater, with a leg in a cast sipping cocoa and staring at the fire all alone. Accidents on the slopes were a feature now and then of course, and I wouldn't have noticed the man but for one thing...I knew him. "Alan!" I called.
He turned his head and looked. "Henry!" He waved, pathetically eager for company. "Sit down, have some cocoa, I didn't know you were here, you with your family?" he reeled off the words like that, rapid-fire, each sentence close on the tails of the one before.
"Thanks, I came with my big brother and his date, my mom and dad are on a sort of second honeymoon." Karl had been less than enthusiastic about me tagging along on his ski trip but I was eager to learn and he had been roped into promising to teach me how to ski while here. Well, he had spent the morning with me on the bunny slope giving me the basics and then he had dumped me and had taken off for the more advanced slopes with Evelyn, telling me to have fun by myself the rest of the day. Mom had exacted me a strict promise to never go out on the slopes alone, so I was stuck in the lodge until she answered my text about what he had done and what I should do. Mom could always spot when I was lying, I had given up years ago. And Karl was too old to punish, he was twenty years old.
"Good to see you," Alan said. "How have you been, I haven't seen you since you were what, four years old?"
"Five," I told him. "I'm almost eight now."
"Almost eight. How about that." A server brought me the cocoa, she had overheard Alan's offer, the ski lodge was good about things like that. I sipped the brew, it was really good, having three dissolving miniature marshmallows on top. I tapped them to help sink them, marshmallows really help a cup of cocoa taste more mellow.
"How did you break your leg?" I inquired.
"Also sprained the other ankle," Alan showed me the bandage. "I have to ask for help to get anywhere, so I'm stuck here without aid. I have crutches but the one good foot I have...ouch!" Alan grimaced. "I came here with Camilla, she's my current girlfriend."
"Where is she?" I looked around.
"Same place as Karl, I imagine, out on the slopes with some blond hulk she met and took off with. We weren't that serious and I guess now we'll never get anywhere, this trip has been a real washout for me." He looked morosely at the burning flames.
"Ahhh, buck up, you got me, Karl's dumped me here and I can't go out until I get permission from Mom and Dad, they're on a trip and probably won't answer until tomorrow. Want to play a game of some kind?"
"What kind of games could I play?"
"Let's ask," I said and motioned to the girl server.
A little later we were at a small table playing Stratego, the lodge had a fair library of such indoor games and this was the one we settled on. Neither of us was skilled at the game and we had to keep referring to the rules to figure out what to do, but it whittled away at the time and we chatted as we went along. Alan was just bored enough to be willing to be amiable, but he had always been friendly with me I remembered, he liked kids and I had liked him enough to remember him over two years later.
Karl and Camilla came back, Karl with Evelyn and Camilla with Leo, the blond guy who turned to be a ski instructor at the resort. The six of us ended up having supper together and it was clear that (a) Karl had no intention of paying one whit of attention to me the rest of the ski trip and (b) Camilla had cut the cord with Alan. The two of us were pariahs at the same table.
To top it off, Leo wanted to take the three of them (leaving Alan and me out, Alan because of his injury, and me because of my age) to a club he knew of where they could have a great time. Soon, it was just Alan and me all over again.
I was yawning though it was only eight o'clock at that time, I had gotten up at four in the morning to come to the ski lodge. Alan saw it and said, "I'm ready for bed myself, Henry, can you fetch the guys to come carry me up to my room?"
I did and they got him on the bed and left him there. I looked at his position curiously. "Do you need some help getting ready for bed?"
"To be honest, I could use some help with the pants," Alan admitted. "The cast makes it awkward." It only went to below his knee, and the leg had been slit but I still understood what he meant. You try taking off your pants with one leg in a cast and the other with a sprained ankle and see how well you fare.
"Sure, I don't mind," I told him. "Want some help with the sweater and such, too?" I started to grab for them, then snatched my hands back.
Alan chuckled. "Why the hell not. Think of me as a life-sized Ken doll."
Alan wasn't weak by any means, a broken tibia and a hairline fracture of the fibula (which is what he had) doesn't interfere with the main part of a man's body however much it bothers his locomotion, and he sat upright in the bed and I pulled the sweater over his head. He had a t-shirt of plain white on under that and I reached for it and pulled it off as well.
Alan had a nice body, and it showed. He had muscles about what you'd expect from a man in his young twenties, working out but not a bodybuilder, he had a good definition on his shoulders, his biceps were oranges when he flexed them in his motions but otherwise just a small bulge on his arms, his chest was nicely sculpted with his pectorals clean and sharp, and his stomach was flat and not flabby if not ridged with abdominal muscles in rows, even bodybuilders only have the six-pack if they had worked out a short time before. His body hair was sparse, and the same brown color as the wavy brown mop on his head, which seemed to be eternally styled and eternally tousled at the same time. His pale blue eyes shone at me as I pulled off the t-shirt and he said, "Okay, sport, I'm naked to the waist, how about the pants now which I asked you to do?"
"Okay, sorry," I said and went to his waist and began to undo the fly. A snap at the top and a zipper and it was open, showing a nice white bulge inside his briefs. When the fly was fully open, I grabbed the pants by the bottoms of the legs and pulled them off, the same way you do a Ken doll, like he said he was. A life-sized Ken doll, complete with Ken's clean features and genial smile.
He was only wearing briefs now and the bulge was fat and full between his legs. "Okay, Henry, I can sleep this way and...yawp!"
I had grabbed his briefs and yanked them down fast, they were down to his knees before he could react. But he didn't do anything but yelp, his hands remained where they were. I skinned them down the legs and over the cast and threw them on the floor after his other clothes.
I looked back to see how Alan had responded to my de-briefing him. He hadn't moved, I figured he would have at least covered himself with his hands.
He hadn't. His cock and balls were there in all their exposed glory, the balls and prick were sort of mashed together, the balls against his inner thighs and his prick against the nuts, giving them all a sort of one-dimensional look. He was still smiling, and he reached down with one hand and readjusted his nuggets and dong, pulling them out and settling them back down in their proper order. "Ahhhhh, feels good," he sighed.
I ogled his dong, a nice, long, juicy piece of manhood, even limp, it was bigger than anything I'd ever seen before, lying on top of his balls like a ripe banana waiting for a hungry boy like me to feast on it for his snack, the head covered in his foreskin, making it a smoothly even-toned piece of meat. I licked my lips, thinking how that warm rod would feel on my lips, how it would taste in my mouth....
"What are you waiting for, Henry?" Alan asked me.
"Huh?"
"I said, what are you waiting for?" He grinned. "You're practically drooling, so I'm saying, go ahead, help yourself. I came to this ski lodge to get laid for the next week, and if I can't get it from Camilla, hell, I'll take it wherever I can get it. So if you want to play with my cock and suck it or whatever, I say go for it."
"Yeah?" I looked at his cock again, it was rising up, swelling, and growing like it was alive. Well, yeah, I guess it was, but I mean, a separate living thing and as it did, the glans crept out of the foreskin, to reveal itself as a sleek spear-like mushroom head shape of a manly cockhead. I licked my lips again and then I scrabbled over to get to it, shivering in anticipation as I did so. As I approached, I saw a clear bead of precome well up and glow on the tip like a welcome gift waiting for my lips to savor as they touched down on it like a bird's claws as it alights on a branch.
The precome must have increased as I sank onto his prod, for my tongue tasted the rich bounty of the liquid nectar far more than that single bead could have provided, it was a fluid richness of strong masculinity concentrated that I sampled, relished, luxuriated in, as I slowly swallowed his long, warm, firm shaft. My lips gripped the sides and my saliva flowed, my glands stirred into action from the powerful piquancy of the precome, and that bathed the column of his manhood in my salivary flow. My lips glided easily upwards, bearing the softened skin with it as I rose.
"Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as I pulled upwards. "Nice, so nice, Henry, you done this before?"
"Nu-uh," I mumbled.
"Do it some more, you're doing it great!" he urged me. "Just like you did, that's the right way, you got it right the first time."
I slid back down again and back up and he moaned again, deeper, "Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh, huuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, damn, this is making me so fucking horny! Faster, Henry, do it faster!"
I did so, bobbing up and down and Alan was groaning and moaning and he gasped out suddenly, "Oh, damn, this is too much. Henry, I got to get me some of this, turn around here, let me at your weiner!"
I was surprised but moved and he half-yanked my knee over his head and got me on top of him and then I felt my young rod swamped in the warm, wet bog of his mouth. It felt like I was being submerged into a liquid foamy bath, he must have worked up a whole mouthful of slobber to ready himself for me and I was gulped down, my three inches of prick and both my nuts, and his lips closed over me and I was caught in a clothes-washer agitation of movement back and forth as his mouth worked to drool all over my entire rack of family jewels, balls, and rod, and I groaned so hard I could barely keep up my own oral attentions active on his organ. Soon we were both busily bobbing on each other's boner, rocking and raving on each other's rocket-rods and gobbling and gasping on each other's glossy-glowing gherkins. I couldn't decide which was more rapturous to me, sucking Alan or watching this handsome man's body moving as he worked his oral magic on my wiener.
I didn't last very long, I had never had to hold back my ecstasy when jerking myself and so in no time, I let go of Alan's prong and groaned in my young orgasmic bliss. "Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I wormed and wiggled and wrenched and wriggled and groaned and giggled as my joy enfolded, enveloped, and enslaved me to its unrivaled control.
Alan was sucking my cock dry when I finally regained my senses, whether I had squirted out something or if he was just cleaning off the leftover spittle on my basket. He was milking up on my rod and the suction was pulling at me, and I gasped and sighed and felt weak as a newborn kitten, and as capable of movement. I closed my eyes and just reveled in the golden glow of glory and the pleasant passing of passion.
I felt Alan roll me off onto my back and didn't fight that; he moved on the bed, but I didn't think much of it, either; my brain hadn't fully reconnected. Then he clambered onto me, pulling his lower body between my legs and I looked up to see his face up close to mine, and his eyes were flame.
"My turn now, Henry!" he said, his voice husky with his raw rut. "I sure hope you want this because I am doing this anyhow."
"Uh?" I queried. Then I felt it.
He had his slobber-slathered skin-sausage pushed up against my ass and I realized what he meant. Before I could say or do anything, though, he pushed and his hungry honker-head pushed into me, hard.
I threw my head back and keened, but the pain, while great, wasn't alone, there was more with it. A sense of it being...proper and right and...just what I wanted. A sense of my own destiny.
So I keened and he drove his dong into me deeply, and I clung to him and panted hard.
"That's got it in," he gasped, short of breath himself. "How do you feel?"
"Feels great," I guttered out. "I like it."
"That's good," he agreed. "When you're really into it, that can happen. It also means that I can go ahead and do this." He pulled his cock back out until only his cockhead was still in me, then shoved it back in and began to thrust in and out of me rapidly, as his passion was already enraged and he couldn't resist any longer, he had been rared up and close to climax when my own had short-circuited my action on his love-rod.
I moaned and gripped his arms which I had grabbed in my initial rush of desire at being impaled. He was hovering above me, resting his upper body on his hands both sides of me, his cock was buried in me, his whole upper body was showing itself to me, and the muscles were moving in a harmony of action, their sole goal was to drive his dong in and out of me, and his face was still his, still manly and handsome, but added to it was a layer of softness and vulnerability that was borne of his desire and his need and his raw rut that drove him to possibly ravish a boy here and now, spurned by his girlfriend in a moment of weakness, he had fallen instead for a kid who had been similarly spurned and was eager for his attention, his company, and, as it turned out, his body. I was a consolation prize, but I was his and he wanted me, all of me, to belong to him in the way that only taking my body, all of it, could accomplish.
Knowing this, I could and did give myself to him and this moment entirely, he could take me, he could own me in this hour, in this lovemaking, it wouldn't diminish me, it would exalt me, and I groaned and began to help him in his motions of ramming my ass.
"Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh!" he grunted, the sounds rather than words, as he humped my rump.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" I replied as his impacts on my body jolted me to the core, combined with the desire that was racing through my body from my ass, a joy I had never felt before, new and exciting and I reveled in it.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah!" Alan grunted as his desire began. "Getting close, Henry, getting close!"
"Yeah, yeah, yah, yah, yah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" I agreed. "Do it, do it, fuck me, harder, harder, harder!"
"HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH, HUH!" Alan replied by speeding up and his desire was now firmly on high speed.
"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" My own body was going for a two-fer!
"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!"
"OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!"
"HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH!"
"OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!"
"HUH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Alan crowed as he blasted a huge load of hot spooge into my young bowels, I could feel the individual jets as they creamed all over my intestinal walls, an amazing feeling.
"OH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-HAH, HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My own orgasm clawed at me with bony fingers that tore my soul to shrapnel and used the shreds to construct a beautiful cathedral of joy.
"HUHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHH-UHH-UH-UH-Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhh!" Alan finished and slowly lowered himself down to lie upon me, breathing heavily.
"AHHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHH-AHH-AH-AH-AH-ah-ah-ahhhhhhh!" I sighed as his warm, sweaty body curled against me, he didn't weigh heavy on me at all, he felt so good there. His cock, dwindled, fell out of my ass, and left me feeling empty but satisfied.
"Wow!" Alan sighed as he rolled off to lie beside me. "This weekend sure didn't turn out like I expected."
"Me, either!" I agreed, turning on my side to look at him, majestically muscled but contented instead of frustrated.
"I expected to be spending lots of hot nights in bed with Camilla but instead I ended up with you."
"I expected to spend my days learning how to ski and instead I ended up in bed with you." I riposted.
"You know, it wasn't what I expected, but it was a hell of a good day after all." he said as I snuggled up to him and wrapped my arms around him.
"And I didn't learn to ski, but I learned something a heck of a lot better."
He grinned and turned his face toward mine and we kissed.
THE END
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