Ski
In my entire life, I never thought I would be telling you a story like
this. I'm a typical American, just like apple pie and baseball, happily
married, 3 kids, beautiful loving wife, great job, avid fitness freak,
civic clubs, and so on. My story begins very innocently, almost so trivial
that it didn't occur, but it did, and I'll never forget it.
I've known Jim since college days, but about 5 years ago he reappeared in
town when he began to date a friend of mine. Jim and I are about the same
age, but he is taller and has red hair and very fair skinned. It was great
to get reacquainted, and after they married, I saw much more of him. He
helped me with a few projects around the house, and I reciprocated. We went
camping and boating with a larger group of guys, so I've seen a lot of him,
including his body. I never thought much about his body, but had noticed
that he was obviously well equipped, you know in that kind of way that all
guys know the pecking order, or was that pecker order? Previous to this
story, I had never been attracted to guys, but could appreciate a hansom
man. This all changed, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My wife and I invited 3 other couples over for a small party one night the
weekend before Christmas. It was pretty casual, finger foods, ham
sandwiches, soda pop. I know it sounds so middle-aged, but we enjoy a
spirited round of Mexican train dominos. It was a random seating
arrangement, so it was simple coincidence that Jim ended up on my right.
The round table was fairly small, so we squeezed in close. About half way
through the game, I popped some microwave popcorn, and Jim and I shared the
bag. I held it for a while, but at some point the bag ended up in Jim's
lap. With no thought I reached in and grabbed a handful of popcorn. I never
noticed till the bag was almost empty that my hand was in Jim's crotch. My
next attempt, with the bag almost empty, I foraged around for a full
handful and felt his erection. I quickly withdrew my hand; I could feel my
face flush, my heart race, and most disturbing all, I had become sexually
aroused.
I was too embarrassed to make eye contact, but Jim just kept playing as
though nothing had happened. Did I imagine it? The game continued, but I
couldn't get my thoughts to quit racing. Jim asked for another bag of
popcorn, which I popped after my turn. I was relieved that my erection had
subsided so that I could stand. When I return after the 3:30 minute popping
time, Jim said with a slight smile on his face, "You hold it this time."
Looking around for a convenient place to sit the popcorn, I realized there
was no place other than my lap. As the popcorn began to disappear, I felt
myself becoming hyper-aware of Jim's hands in my lap.
My arousal increased as the bag emptied. As Jim began to rummage around the
near-empty bag, it was as if I couldn't breathe. The proximity of his hand
to my now engorged penis could not be ignored. I could feel the
unmistakable signs of pre-
, as I struggled to get enough blood to my
brain for my next turn.
After Jim's turn, his hand returned. I don't think anyone else noticed his
hand lingered longer than absolutely necessary. I was quickly approaching
orgasm when he pulled the bag out and folded it up for the trash.
"I think that was the best popcorn I've ever had. Good to the last kernel.
I could almost eat another bag, but I'd better not."
Was he aware of what he had done to me? Surely he must have noticed that I
was aroused. Was this just a little game between us? I couldn't get my mind
to quit racing, and I looked at Jim in a whole new light. How could I, a
straight man, be thinking about Jim in such a sexual way?
In the end, my self-questioning took second seat as I found myself jacking
off in the bathroom, reliving the experience in every detail. After one of
the fiercest orgasms in recent memory, the quilt quickly took over and I
vowed to never think about it again.
As hard as I tried, it didn't work very well. For such an innocent
encounter, it kept rerunning through my mind at the most inopportune
moments. I tried to return to my old masturbation habits, but the playboy
was ineffective. I couldn't ignore the fact that Jim's rustling hand had
changed my sexual curiosity. The memory continued to be intrusive, even
while making love to my wife.
A week after the party, I received a phone call from Jim. I could feel a
rush of adrenalin when I heard his voice. It seems that his wife's father
was having emergency surgery and she needed to at his side. They had plans
for a family ski vacation, which was non refundable. They had agreed that
Jim would go ahead with the ski trip, which left an available spot for a
friend.
After talking with my wife and my boss, I quickly arranged to take the
trip. I had never been on a ski trip before, so I had lots of stuff to buy.
I was excited about the chance to ski, at least, that's what I told myself.
We drove out with another couple, with which we would share the
condominium. On arrival, I realized the Jim and I would be sharing a room
with only one bed. Was I being seduced or just a simple coincidence? The
best feature of the room was a large Jacuzzi tub. I love these things and
immediately followed the instructions and filled it. After a quick bite of
supper, some television in the main room, I retired to the room for a long
awaited soak. While taking a quick shower, I realized that I hadn't thought
to bring swim trunks. Since it was in our room, and I could shut the door,
I decided to go in nude. The water was hot and wonderful, and when I turned
on the jets, it seemed to relax all of my body, except on particular spot.
Those magical water jets were having an amazing impact of my cock. It was
as if someone's hand was stimulating me. It was getting real intense when
Jim entered the room.
"Wow, that looks wonderful. Mind if I join you?"
"I don't mind at all."
"Great, let me take a quick shower and I'll be right in." Jim said.
It was only a few minutes before I saw him exit the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist. His red hair was wet and combed straight back.
His chest was smooth with only a trickle of hair from his navel southward.
He walked quickly over to the tub, and I was thankful that the jets of
water hid my aroused condition.
"Do I need a suit?"
"I forgot to bring one, so I guess the answer is 'No'"
"Great, I prefer it that way."
I tried not to be too obvious, but I watched him enter the tub. It was a
little awkward as he lifted his leg over the top and almost hit me. This
offered me a full view of his cock, which was a big as my memory had made
it. His red public hair was very striking against his creamy white skin.
His four-inch flaccid penis hung lower than his balls. It all quickly
disappeared as he slid into the water.
"Man this is wonderful," he said. "I could sit here for hours."
"It is great, but I'm already feeling a little woozy. I don't think you'll
last for hours."
"Oh, I've got pretty good stamina. You'd be surprised."
I let that comment hang in the air untouched. I slipped out of the water
and sat on the edge till my head quit spinning. I was aware that my cock
was not either flaccid or erect, but made no attempt to hide it from view.
I didn't make eye contact with Jim, but was pretty sure he was checking me
out.
After drying off, I slipped on some silky running shorts, the kind that cut
clear up to the hip on the sides. I usually sleep in the nude, but since we
were sharing a bed, I thought I'd better be more modest. I flipped around
on the television for a while, unable to settle on anything interesting.
Jim didn't last much beyond 15 minutes before he left the water. "I guess
you're right, this water does drain your energy." He slipped out of the
water and walked between the TV and me.
"I was looking for some skin, but didn't think I'd get full nudity," I
said.
"Where?" Jim said, as he turned around and faced the TV.
"I was referring to your white ass, dummy"
"Oh damn, I thought you found one of those late night cable channels," he
said as her turned and smiled. He bent from the waist to get something in
his suitcase, and I was rewarded with a bird's eye view of his ass and
hanging balls. Was that intentional? I could feel the blood stir and lifted
a leg to hide the tenting blanket.
Jim pulled on a pair of bikini underwear, and had to manually adjust his
cock to fit inside the limited confines of the fabric. I could see the
shaft on the right side, going almost to his hip. As he slid into the bed,
I could feel his warm skin nearby.
"I hope your comfortable sharing the bed. I didn't think to warn you."
"Naw, it's fine. I grew up sleeping with my brothers. I'll warn you that I
tend to spoon at night, and may forget that you're not my wife," I warned.
"Well, if I feel something hard poking me in the ass, I'll be sure and wake
you up."
"Hell yes, I wouldn't want to sleep through something like that," I joked.
We talked for a few more minutes, but the day's fatigue soon caught up with
me and I fell asleep.
Jim was the first to wake up and I heard him get out of bed. I was relieved
that I hadn't accosted him during the night, but was aware that I was
sporting some serious morning wood. I could hear Jim's urine hitting the
porcelain, which didn't help my predicament.
He flushed the toilet and quickly returned to bed. His cold feet were soon
pressed against my side and I struggle to get away. I wrestled to get away
from the torture, but Jim responded to pin me down. In the process, his
hand brushed against my erection.
"Man, you could kill someone with that loaded weapon," he joked.
"I've never heard any complaints," I retorted.
"I guess we'd better get up and get dressed to hit the slopes."
When I got out of bed, I realized that my erection had slipped out the lose
leg hole. I quickly adjusted the fabric, but nothing was going to rescue me
from this embarrassment as I rushed for the bathroom.
It took me a few minutes, but I was finally able to piss. The sexual banter
between us was getting increasingly erotic. What was worse, I was enjoying
it.
I thoroughly enjoyed the day's skiing. Jim was a good friend and host and
took the lessons with me in the morning. After lunch he also took me on a
few simple runs. I sat in the lodge as he made a few more technical runs.
When we returned to the condo, the sore muscles quickly making themselves
known.
After a shower and dressing in some comfortable sweats and taking some
ibuprofen, I relaxed on the bed. In a few minutes, I was fast asleep. The
smell of supper cooking awakened me. Groaning as I moved, I became very
aware why they put Jacuzzis in the rooms.
Later that night, after we were alone in the room, Jim offered a massage,
which I didn't hesitate to accept.
"Take off the sweats and lie on the bed," Jim instructed.
"I don't have any underwear on."
"Let me close the door, but that's not a problem for me. Here, stretch out
here," he said, pointing to the bed.
Jim obviously had some experience as his fingers were like magic. He had
some mineral oil, which made the whole experience very enjoyable. As he
worked lower, I became more aware of my nakedness. After he finished my
neck and back, he shifted to my toes, and worked upwards to my waist. On
the way, he touched numerous erogenous zones, especially with his thumbs
working the upper thigh area. The anticipation of his touch had become very
erotic, and I was almost disappointed when he stopped.
"Just lie there a few minutes and relax." After a few quiet minutes, he
asked, "Would you mind giving me a massage. I'm pretty sore."
"That's the least I can do. Let me get some shorts on and..."
"Don't matter to me. We're both adults here."
And so I began his massage. He gave me a few tips to make it more
effective. After a few innocent attempts not to make too much body contact,
he had me sit on his butt and kneed his back muscles from the neck down. I
was glad he wasn't watching as I climbed on top of him. I was aroused and
avoided the urge to slide my dick between his ass cheeks. To reach his
shoulders from this vantage point, I had to almost lie on top of him. It
was difficult to keep a clear boundary between massage and sexual touch,
let alone the boundary between friend and potential lover. My body,
however, was not confused as to what it wanted. I was leaving pre- all
over his back, and imminent orgasm seemed unavoidable.
As I moved lower slid off his butt and move lower, I could see his asshole.
I had never seen one before and was amazed how it looked like a rosebud,
all tight with promise. Working on his upper thighs, I accidentally touched
his scrotum, but he didn't flinch, his legs seemed to spread slightly.
After I finished, I quietly slipped into the Jacuzzi. I wasn't ready for
him to know how aroused I had become. I considered slipping into the
bathroom for a quick jack-off, but was still hopeful that something would
happen between us.
Once again, I slipped down into the glorious hot water. I heard Jim get up
off the bed and move closer. I turned my head and saw a most magnificent
8-inch erection, angled slightly to the right. I quickly looked away, but
not before we made eye contact.
"Every time I get a message I get hard. Sorry,"
"It had the same effect on me," I replied.
"Yeah, I noticed. It was hard to miss," he laughed at the pun.
"Funny," I retorted. "Don't get that thing near me when you climb in. It
could put an eye out!"
Jim was more careful and less awkward as he got into the water. "That
really was a pretty good message for being your first."
"Thanks. Once I got going, it felt pretty natural. I could almost sense
where the muscles were tight or sore."
We sat quietly. I was torn between hoping that I could lose the erection or
that he would reach over and grab it. Adding to the sexual tension, the
jets of water were stimulating me. I was afraid I would have a hands-free
orgasm, and the semen would float to the surface.
Trying to remain calm, and get that damn jet pointing at my ass, I lowered
my whole body below the surface. The Jacuzzi was not big enough, and our
legs bumped together. The touch was electric. There was no relief to be
had, so I chose to sit on the edge out of the water.
"No shrinkage factor in this hot water. My balls feel like they're hanging
to the ground," I bragged. "Can't seem to lose the wood either."
"If I ever do a porno shoot, I'll make sure and spend some time in a hot
tub. It inflates all the equipment," Jim commented.
Taking a risk, I reached down and hefted my balls. "Your right, the heat
does make these babies hang low. To bad I don't have a camera, my wife
would love a picture of this."
"Well, be careful what you wish for. I've got my digital camera. Or did you
suddenly change your mind?"
My mind was suddenly racing with the idea. This could be fun and there
wouldn't be any film to develop. This could be fun, so I nodded my head in
the positive.
Jim got out of the tub and dried himself with the towel. His balls were
hanging low, just like mine, but his erection was largely gone. He tied the
towel at his waist and got his camera ready. I checked the locked the door,
just to be careful, and waited for instructions.
I was feeling a little awkward, just standing around naked and aroused. I
was still not quite sure I was ready for sexual contact, or even if Jim was
open to the idea. This was all very knew to me, and the danger never left
my mind.
Jim said, "Why don't you lay on the bed with the sheet across you lap.
Yeah, like that. Real sexy smile now..." He took several shots. "Ok, a
little more skin now, lose the sheet. Give me those bedroom eyes, that it!
Lie on your side and raise one leg, like the famous Joe Namith picture.
Great! Now can you make it harder?"
I began to stroke my cock, very conscious that Jim was there watching. I
spread my legs for a wide eagle shot. He got close and took a picture of
just my cock. I continued to stroke myself and noticed a pearly drop of
fluid at the tip. I couldn't help but notice that Jim's towel was showing
evidence of an erection.
"How far are you will to go?" Jim asked.
"I think this my be it. If I'm not careful I could make a mess."
"How about one of your butt?"
I got on my knees and pointed my ass his way.
"Spread your legs a little. Turn your head towards the camera and give me
that look," he instructed. "Great, now lets download these onto my lap top
and take a look."
I was suddenly aware of my nakedness and aroused state. I put on the
sleeping shorts while Jim did the techno stuff. We were sitting pretty
close together looking at the computer screen. As my pictures came up, I
was pretty impressed with Jim's photographic talent and my own body.
"Wow, that's pretty good," I commented.
"They are good, aren't they? Look at this one, you look like your really
getting into it." As the next picture came up he said, "You can even see
your pre-. Man, are you ever going to have blue balls with all that pent
up sexual tension."
"Judging from what's under your towel, so will you," I sneered.
He ignored my comment as he moved to the last picture. My mouth dropped
open as I saw myself in the last pose. My balls hanging were clearly
visible, as well as my anus. It was the most erotic picture of them all.
Without conscious thought, I began to stroke my cock while I gawked at the
picture.
"Wow, that is hot" Jim replied. "If that doesn't get your wife all hot and
bothered, nothing will. Hell, it's even got me going."
"Could I take a picture of you?" I asked.
"Uh...well, sure. This is pretty fun." Jim dropped the towel and went to
the bed. "Let me try that last pose you did so well." He got on all fours
and pointed his ass towards the camera. He spread his legs and I could
clearly see all his stuff. My erection was clearly out of my shorts and I
was stroking it. Jim changed poses and I kept up with him, trying to get
good shots. In his final pose, he began to jack his cock, and quite
suddenly, erupted with flying. I tried to get the picture, but missed
the first spurt over his left shoulder. I backed up to get a picture of his
face and torso. His cock immediately began to soften and a most peaceful
contented look came over Jim.
I was still sporting a massive erection, dripping pre- onto my hand. I
put the camera down and removed my silk shorts. I sat on the side chair and
began to jack off in earnest. Jim's eyes opened up at the sounds and
closely watched me. He grabbed the camera and moved closer.
"Let me know when you're close. I want a good picture of it!"
I couldn't stop for anything. Knowing he was watching and taking pictures
made it all the more erotic. Cum was still dripping off Jim's chest as he
moved around. I couldn't take my eyes off him as I brought myself closer. I
could feel my balls pull up as that familiar feeling returned, and the
pressure build to unbearable tension. My cock exploded and semen flew to my
chin. My lungs screamed out for air, but my orgasm was too powerful to
stop. The second spasm spurted to my chest, and then flowed and filled my
navel and began to dribble down my hands and onto my balls. Sitting up, it
all began to slide downward.
I became too sensitive to stroke and gently laid my flaccid penis on my
thigh. It looks so wet and wimpy, a small reminder of the powerful organ it
had been a few minutes earlier. My left hand was messy, so I laid it across
my stomach.
"Wow, I haven't like that since I was a teenager. Did you get a picture
of that?" I asked.
"You bet I did. I've never seen a guy jack-off before. Man, there's all
over me. I've got to get cleaned up, and then lets look at the pictures."
I took some tissues and wiped my chin and chest off. I took several more to
clean my chest and tummy. Jim came out of the bedroom, his flaccid cock
swinging with each step. His good looks and hot body again struck me as
beautiful and sensual. We took our seats and began to look at the latest
set of pictures.
Immediately I could tell that I didn't have near the talent as Jim. I had
completely missed his shot, but they were still pretty hot. When he got
to the pictures of me, I could again appreciate his skill.
I could feel my cock begin to rise as he critiqued the pictures.
I looked over and saw Jim stroking his cock looking at my '-shot'
picture on the screen. It seemed odd that he would look at a picture when
the real thing was sitting right beside him.
I suddenly wanted to touch his penis myself, to feel it and stroke it.
Without much thought of the consequences, I reach over and replace his hand
with mine. Jim made no attempt to slow me down, or limit my curiosity. I
could smell his recently spilled on his skin. His penis wasn't full
erect, and felt spongy and soft. The skin slid backwards and forwards. His
reddish purple head was larger than the shaft.
Jim slid forward in the seat and spread his legs. I looked for a sign of
approval before I moved closer. The signals were all very clear that the
contact was welcome. I leaned over and touched it with my tongue. I'd never
even tasted my own, so I was unprepared for the pungent taste. I soon
washed him clean and began to suck more of the shaft. I moved to the floor
to get closer. I alternated with sucking his balls and fisting his shaft.
"Oh man, suck that cock. You're a natural. Watch the teeth, oh yeah, suck
those balls." He continued to give me verbal feedback as I sucked my very
first penis. Jim didn't last too long before he leaned his head back and
began to stiffen and arch his legs. I chose to bring his off using my hand;
unsure I could handle a mouthful of his. I watched as his cock became
more engorged, and finally erupted over my hand, without the force of his
first orgasm. I backed off and used a Kleenex to clean my hand. Unsure what
to do or say, I moved to the bed and spread out. My own cock was pretty
close to full erection, so I began to slowly stork it, hopeful that Jim
would take the hint that I needed relief.
He looked over at me, smiled, and moved to the bed. He got on all fours as
me moved beside me, almost over me. He didn't hesitate to engulf my cock in
one swallow. My hands began to explore his exposed ass near my head. I
played with his hanging balls, and ran my finger over his anus. He reacted
very quickly to that touch and increased his rhythm. To encourage my touch,
he moved his knees to straddle my head. His cock was too far to eat, but my
hands continued to explore his body. A glob of his dropped to my chest.
I swirled it around, but decided to use it to finger his ass. I scooped it
up and applied it directly, swirling my fingertip around and around.
Finally, I pushed inside. It was warm and tight, and obviously welcome, so
I pushed further.
At this point I became distracted by my own approaching orgasm. Jim
increased his tempo and didn't hesitate as I arched my back in involuntary
spasm. He never missed a beat as I filled his mouth with. All too
quickly, I became very sensitive and pushed him away. He rolled to his
back, and lay beside me. The room was very quiet as we returned to normal
breathing. The heavy scent of sweat and filled the air.
I wanted to talk, but couldn't think of what to say. What did this all
mean? Was this a one-time thing? Did I want more? Before I got the nerve to
start a conversation, I heard Jim begin to snore. I pulled the blankets
over us and quietly fell asleep.
I awoke a little disoriented. I had the most horrible taste in my mouth as
I remembered the event of the previous night. Jim was still asleep. A smile
crept over my face as the memories flooded past. I sure hoped that Jim
would be 'ok' with me and not weird out. I quietly slipped out of bed,
emptied my bladder, and stepped into the shower.
I heard Jim enter the bathroom and use the toilet. Unsure what to do or
say, I continued to wash my body. I was startled when Jim pulled back the
curtain.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure" was all I could manage to say.
Jim took the soap from my hand and began to wash my back. As he moved to my
ass, he spent extra time cleaning my hole, inserting a finger several
times. I braced my hands against the wall. Was he planning to fuck me? I
wasn't sure I was ready or willing. I was almost relieved as he moved
lower, kneeling to wash my legs and feet. I turned around and my cock was
right at face level.
"Let me wash him real good," he said, as if it were a third person in the
shower. Not only did he wash my penis, he began to pump the shaft using the
soap as lubrication.
"I see he's waking up." Jim continued to tease and arouse me till he took
me inside his mouth and began to suck me.
"Man, you are good at this. Is this your first time?" I asked.
"No way. I love sucking cock. I just wasn't sure you were interested." He
said before returning to work. He found my ass again, and began to assault
me from both ends. In no time at all, especially one he found that elusive
spot deep inside me, brought me swiftly to climax.
When he withdrew his mouth, he asked "Was this your first time?"
"I guess it was. I never thought about sex with another guy before. That is
before we shared that bag of popcorn."
"Who would of ever thought that popcorn and dominos could be so erotic."I
said. I took the soap and reciprocated washing Jim's body, and relieving
him of his morning erection.
The remainder of the ski vacation was spent with every available minute
sucking each other's cock. Things have returned to normal now, but I think
it's time for more popcorn and dominos!
In my entire life, I never thought I would be telling you a story like
this. I'm a typical American, just like apple pie and baseball, happily
married, 3 kids, beautiful loving wife, great job, avid fitness freak,
civic clubs, and so on. My story begins very innocently, almost so trivial
that it didn't occur, but it did, and I'll never forget it.
I've known Jim since college days, but about 5 years ago he reappeared in
town when he began to date a friend of mine. Jim and I are about the same
age, but he is taller and has red hair and very fair skinned. It was great
to get reacquainted, and after they married, I saw much more of him. He
helped me with a few projects around the house, and I reciprocated. We went
camping and boating with a larger group of guys, so I've seen a lot of him,
including his body. I never thought much about his body, but had noticed
that he was obviously well equipped, you know in that kind of way that all
guys know the pecking order, or was that pecker order? Previous to this
story, I had never been attracted to guys, but could appreciate a hansom
man. This all changed, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My wife and I invited 3 other couples over for a small party one night the
weekend before Christmas. It was pretty casual, finger foods, ham
sandwiches, soda pop. I know it sounds so middle-aged, but we enjoy a
spirited round of Mexican train dominos. It was a random seating
arrangement, so it was simple coincidence that Jim ended up on my right.
The round table was fairly small, so we squeezed in close. About half way
through the game, I popped some microwave popcorn, and Jim and I shared the
bag. I held it for a while, but at some point the bag ended up in Jim's
lap. With no thought I reached in and grabbed a handful of popcorn. I never
noticed till the bag was almost empty that my hand was in Jim's crotch. My
next attempt, with the bag almost empty, I foraged around for a full
handful and felt his erection. I quickly withdrew my hand; I could feel my
face flush, my heart race, and most disturbing all, I had become sexually
aroused.
I was too embarrassed to make eye contact, but Jim just kept playing as
though nothing had happened. Did I imagine it? The game continued, but I
couldn't get my thoughts to quit racing. Jim asked for another bag of
popcorn, which I popped after my turn. I was relieved that my erection had
subsided so that I could stand. When I return after the 3:30 minute popping
time, Jim said with a slight smile on his face, "You hold it this time."
Looking around for a convenient place to sit the popcorn, I realized there
was no place other than my lap. As the popcorn began to disappear, I felt
myself becoming hyper-aware of Jim's hands in my lap.
My arousal increased as the bag emptied. As Jim began to rummage around the
near-empty bag, it was as if I couldn't breathe. The proximity of his hand
to my now engorged penis could not be ignored. I could feel the
unmistakable signs of pre-
, as I struggled to get enough blood to my brain for my next turn.
After Jim's turn, his hand returned. I don't think anyone else noticed his
hand lingered longer than absolutely necessary. I was quickly approaching
orgasm when he pulled the bag out and folded it up for the trash.
"I think that was the best popcorn I've ever had. Good to the last kernel.
I could almost eat another bag, but I'd better not."
Was he aware of what he had done to me? Surely he must have noticed that I
was aroused. Was this just a little game between us? I couldn't get my mind
to quit racing, and I looked at Jim in a whole new light. How could I, a
straight man, be thinking about Jim in such a sexual way?
In the end, my self-questioning took second seat as I found myself jacking
off in the bathroom, reliving the experience in every detail. After one of
the fiercest orgasms in recent memory, the quilt quickly took over and I
vowed to never think about it again.
As hard as I tried, it didn't work very well. For such an innocent
encounter, it kept rerunning through my mind at the most inopportune
moments. I tried to return to my old masturbation habits, but the playboy
was ineffective. I couldn't ignore the fact that Jim's rustling hand had
changed my sexual curiosity. The memory continued to be intrusive, even
while making love to my wife.
A week after the party, I received a phone call from Jim. I could feel a
rush of adrenalin when I heard his voice. It seems that his wife's father
was having emergency surgery and she needed to at his side. They had plans
for a family ski vacation, which was non refundable. They had agreed that
Jim would go ahead with the ski trip, which left an available spot for a
friend.
After talking with my wife and my boss, I quickly arranged to take the
trip. I had never been on a ski trip before, so I had lots of stuff to buy.
I was excited about the chance to ski, at least, that's what I told myself.
We drove out with another couple, with which we would share the
condominium. On arrival, I realized the Jim and I would be sharing a room
with only one bed. Was I being seduced or just a simple coincidence? The
best feature of the room was a large Jacuzzi tub. I love these things and
immediately followed the instructions and filled it. After a quick bite of
supper, some television in the main room, I retired to the room for a long
awaited soak. While taking a quick shower, I realized that I hadn't thought
to bring swim trunks. Since it was in our room, and I could shut the door,
I decided to go in nude. The water was hot and wonderful, and when I turned
on the jets, it seemed to relax all of my body, except on particular spot.
Those magical water jets were having an amazing impact of my cock. It was
as if someone's hand was stimulating me. It was getting real intense when
Jim entered the room.
"Wow, that looks wonderful. Mind if I join you?"
"I don't mind at all."
"Great, let me take a quick shower and I'll be right in." Jim said.
It was only a few minutes before I saw him exit the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist. His red hair was wet and combed straight back.
His chest was smooth with only a trickle of hair from his navel southward.
He walked quickly over to the tub, and I was thankful that the jets of
water hid my aroused condition.
"Do I need a suit?"
"I forgot to bring one, so I guess the answer is 'No'"
"Great, I prefer it that way."
I tried not to be too obvious, but I watched him enter the tub. It was a
little awkward as he lifted his leg over the top and almost hit me. This
offered me a full view of his cock, which was a big as my memory had made
it. His red public hair was very striking against his creamy white skin.
His four-inch flaccid penis hung lower than his balls. It all quickly
disappeared as he slid into the water.
"Man this is wonderful," he said. "I could sit here for hours."
"It is great, but I'm already feeling a little woozy. I don't think you'll
last for hours."
"Oh, I've got pretty good stamina. You'd be surprised."
I let that comment hang in the air untouched. I slipped out of the water
and sat on the edge till my head quit spinning. I was aware that my cock
was not either flaccid or erect, but made no attempt to hide it from view.
I didn't make eye contact with Jim, but was pretty sure he was checking me
out.
After drying off, I slipped on some silky running shorts, the kind that cut
clear up to the hip on the sides. I usually sleep in the nude, but since we
were sharing a bed, I thought I'd better be more modest. I flipped around
on the television for a while, unable to settle on anything interesting.
Jim didn't last much beyond 15 minutes before he left the water. "I guess
you're right, this water does drain your energy." He slipped out of the
water and walked between the TV and me.
"I was looking for some skin, but didn't think I'd get full nudity," I
said.
"Where?" Jim said, as he turned around and faced the TV.
"I was referring to your white ass, dummy"
"Oh damn, I thought you found one of those late night cable channels," he
said as her turned and smiled. He bent from the waist to get something in
his suitcase, and I was rewarded with a bird's eye view of his ass and
hanging balls. Was that intentional? I could feel the blood stir and lifted
a leg to hide the tenting blanket.
Jim pulled on a pair of bikini underwear, and had to manually adjust his
cock to fit inside the limited confines of the fabric. I could see the
shaft on the right side, going almost to his hip. As he slid into the bed,
I could feel his warm skin nearby.
"I hope your comfortable sharing the bed. I didn't think to warn you."
"Naw, it's fine. I grew up sleeping with my brothers. I'll warn you that I
tend to spoon at night, and may forget that you're not my wife," I warned.
"Well, if I feel something hard poking me in the ass, I'll be sure and wake
you up."
"Hell yes, I wouldn't want to sleep through something like that," I joked.
We talked for a few more minutes, but the day's fatigue soon caught up with
me and I fell asleep.
Jim was the first to wake up and I heard him get out of bed. I was relieved
that I hadn't accosted him during the night, but was aware that I was
sporting some serious morning wood. I could hear Jim's urine hitting the
porcelain, which didn't help my predicament.
He flushed the toilet and quickly returned to bed. His cold feet were soon
pressed against my side and I struggle to get away. I wrestled to get away
from the torture, but Jim responded to pin me down. In the process, his
hand brushed against my erection.
"Man, you could kill someone with that loaded weapon," he joked.
"I've never heard any complaints," I retorted.
"I guess we'd better get up and get dressed to hit the slopes."
When I got out of bed, I realized that my erection had slipped out the lose
leg hole. I quickly adjusted the fabric, but nothing was going to rescue me
from this embarrassment as I rushed for the bathroom.
It took me a few minutes, but I was finally able to piss. The sexual banter
between us was getting increasingly erotic. What was worse, I was enjoying
it.
I thoroughly enjoyed the day's skiing. Jim was a good friend and host and
took the lessons with me in the morning. After lunch he also took me on a
few simple runs. I sat in the lodge as he made a few more technical runs.
When we returned to the condo, the sore muscles quickly making themselves
known.
After a shower and dressing in some comfortable sweats and taking some
ibuprofen, I relaxed on the bed. In a few minutes, I was fast asleep. The
smell of supper cooking awakened me. Groaning as I moved, I became very
aware why they put Jacuzzis in the rooms.
Later that night, after we were alone in the room, Jim offered a massage,
which I didn't hesitate to accept.
"Take off the sweats and lie on the bed," Jim instructed.
"I don't have any underwear on."
"Let me close the door, but that's not a problem for me. Here, stretch out
here," he said, pointing to the bed.
Jim obviously had some experience as his fingers were like magic. He had
some mineral oil, which made the whole experience very enjoyable. As he
worked lower, I became more aware of my nakedness. After he finished my
neck and back, he shifted to my toes, and worked upwards to my waist. On
the way, he touched numerous erogenous zones, especially with his thumbs
working the upper thigh area. The anticipation of his touch had become very
erotic, and I was almost disappointed when he stopped.
"Just lie there a few minutes and relax." After a few quiet minutes, he
asked, "Would you mind giving me a massage. I'm pretty sore."
"That's the least I can do. Let me get some shorts on and..."
"Don't matter to me. We're both adults here."
And so I began his massage. He gave me a few tips to make it more
effective. After a few innocent attempts not to make too much body contact,
he had me sit on his butt and kneed his back muscles from the neck down. I
was glad he wasn't watching as I climbed on top of him. I was aroused and
avoided the urge to slide my dick between his ass cheeks. To reach his
shoulders from this vantage point, I had to almost lie on top of him. It
was difficult to keep a clear boundary between massage and sexual touch,
let alone the boundary between friend and potential lover. My body,
however, was not confused as to what it wanted. I was leaving pre-
all over his back, and imminent orgasm seemed unavoidable.
As I moved lower slid off his butt and move lower, I could see his asshole.
I had never seen one before and was amazed how it looked like a rosebud,
all tight with promise. Working on his upper thighs, I accidentally touched
his scrotum, but he didn't flinch, his legs seemed to spread slightly.
After I finished, I quietly slipped into the Jacuzzi. I wasn't ready for
him to know how aroused I had become. I considered slipping into the
bathroom for a quick jack-off, but was still hopeful that something would
happen between us.
Once again, I slipped down into the glorious hot water. I heard Jim get up
off the bed and move closer. I turned my head and saw a most magnificent
8-inch erection, angled slightly to the right. I quickly looked away, but
not before we made eye contact.
"Every time I get a message I get hard. Sorry,"
"It had the same effect on me," I replied.
"Yeah, I noticed. It was hard to miss," he laughed at the pun.
"Funny," I retorted. "Don't get that thing near me when you climb in. It
could put an eye out!"
Jim was more careful and less awkward as he got into the water. "That
really was a pretty good message for being your first."
"Thanks. Once I got going, it felt pretty natural. I could almost sense
where the muscles were tight or sore."
We sat quietly. I was torn between hoping that I could lose the erection or
that he would reach over and grab it. Adding to the sexual tension, the
jets of water were stimulating me. I was afraid I would have a hands-free
orgasm, and the semen would float to the surface.
Trying to remain calm, and get that damn jet pointing at my ass, I lowered
my whole body below the surface. The Jacuzzi was not big enough, and our
legs bumped together. The touch was electric. There was no relief to be
had, so I chose to sit on the edge out of the water.
"No shrinkage factor in this hot water. My balls feel like they're hanging
to the ground," I bragged. "Can't seem to lose the wood either."
"If I ever do a porno shoot, I'll make sure and spend some time in a hot
tub. It inflates all the equipment," Jim commented.
Taking a risk, I reached down and hefted my balls. "Your right, the heat
does make these babies hang low. To bad I don't have a camera, my wife
would love a picture of this."
"Well, be careful what you wish for. I've got my digital camera. Or did you
suddenly change your mind?"
My mind was suddenly racing with the idea. This could be fun and there
wouldn't be any film to develop. This could be fun, so I nodded my head in
the positive.
Jim got out of the tub and dried himself with the towel. His balls were
hanging low, just like mine, but his erection was largely gone. He tied the
towel at his waist and got his camera ready. I checked the locked the door,
just to be careful, and waited for instructions.
I was feeling a little awkward, just standing around naked and aroused. I
was still not quite sure I was ready for sexual contact, or even if Jim was
open to the idea. This was all very knew to me, and the danger never left
my mind.
Jim said, "Why don't you lay on the bed with the sheet across you lap.
Yeah, like that. Real sexy smile now..." He took several shots. "Ok, a
little more skin now, lose the sheet. Give me those bedroom eyes, that it!
Lie on your side and raise one leg, like the famous Joe Namith picture.
Great! Now can you make it harder?"
I began to stroke my cock, very conscious that Jim was there watching. I
spread my legs for a wide eagle shot. He got close and took a picture of
just my cock. I continued to stroke myself and noticed a pearly drop of
fluid at the tip. I couldn't help but notice that Jim's towel was showing
evidence of an erection.
"How far are you will to go?" Jim asked.
"I think this my be it. If I'm not careful I could make a mess."
"How about one of your butt?"
I got on my knees and pointed my ass his way.
"Spread your legs a little. Turn your head towards the camera and give me
that look," he instructed. "Great, now lets download these onto my lap top
and take a look."
I was suddenly aware of my nakedness and aroused state. I put on the
sleeping shorts while Jim did the techno stuff. We were sitting pretty
close together looking at the computer screen. As my pictures came up, I
was pretty impressed with Jim's photographic talent and my own body.
"Wow, that's pretty good," I commented.
"They are good, aren't they? Look at this one, you look like your really
getting into it." As the next picture came up he said, "You can even see
your pre-
. Man, are you ever going to have blue balls with all that pent up sexual tension."
"Judging from what's under your towel, so will you," I sneered.
He ignored my comment as he moved to the last picture. My mouth dropped
open as I saw myself in the last pose. My balls hanging were clearly
visible, as well as my anus. It was the most erotic picture of them all.
Without conscious thought, I began to stroke my cock while I gawked at the
picture.
"Wow, that is hot" Jim replied. "If that doesn't get your wife all hot and
bothered, nothing will. Hell, it's even got me going."
"Could I take a picture of you?" I asked.
"Uh...well, sure. This is pretty fun." Jim dropped the towel and went to
the bed. "Let me try that last pose you did so well." He got on all fours
and pointed his ass towards the camera. He spread his legs and I could
clearly see all his stuff. My erection was clearly out of my shorts and I
was stroking it. Jim changed poses and I kept up with him, trying to get
good shots. In his final pose, he began to jack his cock, and quite
suddenly, erupted with flying
. I tried to get the picture, but missed the first spurt over his left shoulder. I backed up to get a picture of his
face and torso. His cock immediately began to soften and a most peaceful
contented look came over Jim.
I was still sporting a massive erection, dripping pre-
onto my hand. I put the camera down and removed my silk shorts. I sat on the side chair and
began to jack off in earnest. Jim's eyes opened up at the sounds and
closely watched me. He grabbed the camera and moved closer.
"Let me know when you're close. I want a good picture of it!"
I couldn't stop for anything. Knowing he was watching and taking pictures
made it all the more erotic. Cum was still dripping off Jim's chest as he
moved around. I couldn't take my eyes off him as I brought myself closer. I
could feel my balls pull up as that familiar feeling returned, and the
pressure build to unbearable tension. My cock exploded and semen flew to my
chin. My lungs screamed out for air, but my orgasm was too powerful to
stop. The second spasm spurted to my chest, and then flowed and filled my
navel and began to dribble down my hands and onto my balls. Sitting up, it
all began to slide downward.
I became too sensitive to stroke and gently laid my flaccid penis on my
thigh. It looks so wet and wimpy, a small reminder of the powerful organ it
had been a few minutes earlier. My left hand was messy, so I laid it across
my stomach.
"Wow, I haven't
like that since I was a teenager. Did you get a picture of that?" I asked.
"You bet I did. I've never seen a guy jack-off before. Man, there's
all over me. I've got to get cleaned up, and then lets look at the pictures."
I took some tissues and wiped my chin and chest off. I took several more to
clean my chest and tummy. Jim came out of the bedroom, his flaccid cock
swinging with each step. His good looks and hot body again struck me as
beautiful and sensual. We took our seats and began to look at the latest
set of pictures.
Immediately I could tell that I didn't have near the talent as Jim. I had
completely missed his
shot, but they were still pretty hot. When he got to the pictures of me, I could again appreciate his skill.
I could feel my cock begin to rise as he critiqued the pictures.
I looked over and saw Jim stroking his cock looking at my '
-shot' picture on the screen. It seemed odd that he would look at a picture when
the real thing was sitting right beside him.
I suddenly wanted to touch his penis myself, to feel it and stroke it.
Without much thought of the consequences, I reach over and replace his hand
with mine. Jim made no attempt to slow me down, or limit my curiosity. I
could smell his recently spilled
on his skin. His penis wasn't full erect, and felt spongy and soft. The skin slid backwards and forwards. His
reddish purple head was larger than the shaft.
Jim slid forward in the seat and spread his legs. I looked for a sign of
approval before I moved closer. The signals were all very clear that the
contact was welcome. I leaned over and touched it with my tongue. I'd never
even tasted my own
, so I was unprepared for the pungent taste. I soon washed him clean and began to suck more of the shaft. I moved to the floor
to get closer. I alternated with sucking his balls and fisting his shaft.
"Oh man, suck that cock. You're a natural. Watch the teeth, oh yeah, suck
those balls." He continued to give me verbal feedback as I sucked my very
first penis. Jim didn't last too long before he leaned his head back and
began to stiffen and arch his legs. I chose to bring his off using my hand;
unsure I could handle a mouthful of his
. I watched as his cock became more engorged, and finally erupted over my hand, without the force of his
first orgasm. I backed off and used a Kleenex to clean my hand. Unsure what
to do or say, I moved to the bed and spread out. My own cock was pretty
close to full erection, so I began to slowly stork it, hopeful that Jim
would take the hint that I needed relief.
He looked over at me, smiled, and moved to the bed. He got on all fours as
me moved beside me, almost over me. He didn't hesitate to engulf my cock in
one swallow. My hands began to explore his exposed ass near my head. I
played with his hanging balls, and ran my finger over his anus. He reacted
very quickly to that touch and increased his rhythm. To encourage my touch,
he moved his knees to straddle my head. His cock was too far to eat, but my
hands continued to explore his body. A glob of his
dropped to my chest. I swirled it around, but decided to use it to finger his ass. I scooped it
up and applied it directly, swirling my fingertip around and around.
Finally, I pushed inside. It was warm and tight, and obviously welcome, so
I pushed further.
At this point I became distracted by my own approaching orgasm. Jim
increased his tempo and didn't hesitate as I arched my back in involuntary
spasm. He never missed a beat as I filled his mouth with
. All too quickly, I became very sensitive and pushed him away. He rolled to his
back, and lay beside me. The room was very quiet as we returned to normal
breathing. The heavy scent of sweat and
filled the air. I wanted to talk, but couldn't think of what to say. What did this all
mean? Was this a one-time thing? Did I want more? Before I got the nerve to
start a conversation, I heard Jim begin to snore. I pulled the blankets
over us and quietly fell asleep.
I awoke a little disoriented. I had the most horrible taste in my mouth as
I remembered the event of the previous night. Jim was still asleep. A smile
crept over my face as the memories flooded past. I sure hoped that Jim
would be 'ok' with me and not weird out. I quietly slipped out of bed,
emptied my bladder, and stepped into the shower.
I heard Jim enter the bathroom and use the toilet. Unsure what to do or
say, I continued to wash my body. I was startled when Jim pulled back the
curtain.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure" was all I could manage to say.
Jim took the soap from my hand and began to wash my back. As he moved to my
ass, he spent extra time cleaning my hole, inserting a finger several
times. I braced my hands against the wall. Was he planning to fuck me? I
wasn't sure I was ready or willing. I was almost relieved as he moved
lower, kneeling to wash my legs and feet. I turned around and my cock was
right at face level.
"Let me wash him real good," he said, as if it were a third person in the
shower. Not only did he wash my penis, he began to pump the shaft using the
soap as lubrication.
"I see he's waking up." Jim continued to tease and arouse me till he took
me inside his mouth and began to suck me.
"Man, you are good at this. Is this your first time?" I asked.
"No way. I love sucking cock. I just wasn't sure you were interested." He
said before returning to work. He found my ass again, and began to assault
me from both ends. In no time at all, especially one he found that elusive
spot deep inside me, brought me swiftly to climax.
When he withdrew his mouth, he asked "Was this your first time?"
"I guess it was. I never thought about sex with another guy before. That is
before we shared that bag of popcorn."
"Who would of ever thought that popcorn and dominos could be so erotic."I
said. I took the soap and reciprocated washing Jim's body, and relieving
him of his morning erection.
The remainder of the ski vacation was spent with every available minute
sucking each other's cock. Things have returned to normal now, but I think
it's time for more popcorn and dominos!
