When a skiing holiday, and Apre night life mix.
The mountains were beautiful, as the sun came down, a blueish shade covered the face of the mountain that was close by.
Road lights lit up with a yellow tint, winding their way down through the valley’s. It was an incredible sight after the first day of alpine skiing.
Everyone wrapped up in their ski outfits, enjoying the freedom of the slopes, the cold fresh air.
But there was this young boy who try as he may, just couldn’t get to grips with his skis or of the instructions from the instructor, his ski’s were pointing in every direction but forwards.
You could see he was getting more frustrated as time went on. You felt for him and his skiing difficulties, so that evening back at the hotel, you had a quiet reassuring words for him, which did help and comforted him.
“Would you like a drink, it’ll help you forget your trials and tribulations of today?”, to which he took you up on your offer with a smile.
At the hotel bar you looked back at him, his demeanour was on the up and looking happier than he was on the slopes. How old is he, you thought to yourself, usually your spot on with guessing ages of people, but this boy, Carl, you just couldn’t quite figure him out, he had the looks, with his dark wavering hair, brown eye’s and his strong chiselled chin, anywhere between 18 and 25yrs old?
His skin was unblemished, so smooth, and a touch of tan from the powerful winter sun rays bouncing off the snow. And without all of the thick padding of ski suits etc, his body was what they call an athletic body, firm and toned.
“Here you go, drink up” as you handed him his drink.
“What is it?” He enquired, it was a cocktail that the barman had recommended, with all kinds of alcohol and fruit juices mixed up together. He down the drink quicker than it was good for him.
One after the other of cocktails eventually had the obvious effect on the boy.
He was completely drunk, a happy drunk though, which you were grateful of, because he made you giggle with some of his antics.
You started to see how much more confident and fun loving he is compared to how he was on the slopes earlier on, and your feelings towards him changed too, from pity to a more affectionate desire in wanting to be around him.
But how can you outwardly show Carl your feelings, he’s more than likely a straight boy and had only eye’s for the ladies?
When the time had come to get him to his room, there was no chance of him getting there by himself, so with his arm hooked over your shoulder and your arm around his waist, slowly with a struggle you got him to his room opened the door and headed straight to his bed, where he flopped onto his back.
With his arms outstretched above his head, and his legs dangling over the end of the bed, muttering to himself, you looked down on him, thinking how innocent and pretty he looks.
It was then, without knowing why, you decided that you cant leave him like this, he needs to be in bed under the warm duvet, he needs a certain kind of attention, the kind that you don’t think would’ve happened had he been sober, but he wasn’t sober.
So taking his coat and pullover off him, he laid there in shirt and jeans.
Just staring down at him, then erotic thoughts came flooding back through your head, it started a chain reaction down below, which started a stirring in your jeans, quickly going back to the room door you turned the key and locked it.
Returning, he was still there as you left him.
Nervously, with fumbling finger’s you start to unbutton his shirt, button by button, he’s there making inaudible noises with each button that was undone, the amount of alcohol he consumed was still having affects on him, with every button undone his bare chest came in view, with wide glazed eye’s you notice how smooth his chest was, no body hairs to be seen, your cock is again stirring at this sight, his hairless nipples were small, trying to putting your erotic thoughts back for a few moments, his age came back in your head, he can’t be no older than 18yrs.
But as quickly as his age came to you, it soon disappeared.
His breathing became rhythmical as if he was now in a deep sleep, the time to remove his jeans had come, your fingers deftly unbuttoned the top button, the rasp of his zip echoed in the room as you slowly pulled it down, his bulge was on show for the first time.
Taking hold of the legs of his jeans you pulled with all of your might until they came freely down his legs.
An intake of breath as you looked down at his pants, they were Calvin Klein tight fitting pants, making such a bulge, that even your own bulge was getting too much for you not to do anything about it.
Quickly unzipping yourself, pulling your jeans off and throwing them to the floor, with your hand now covering your bulge, fondling your ever growing cock over the material of your pants, your eye’s check out the boys pants once more.
Nervously leaning over him, close enough so that he could (had he been sober) feel the warm breathing emanating from your lungs, with both hands, your fingers gripping his waistband and started sliding them down.
His flacid penis laid to one side, again not one hair was to be seen, his cock and balls completely devoid of any pubic hair.
The boys prick was as much asleep as was the owner, taking it in your fingers you could feel how soft it was, compared with your own prick which was rock hard by now, you were completely opposite ends of the arousal spectrum.
You had to rub yours just to take the edge off your lustful thinking, wondering where and how would we both could benefit from a lustful night.
With the boy laid flat out, you took his shaft into your mouth and let it just rest on your tongue, no sign of swelling, no moans from him, just a soft cock with his foreskin peeled back that showed no signs of waking up.
Taking advantage, instead of moving your mouth up and down his cock, you suck him into your mouth like a vacuum, and almost as powerful as a Dyson with your facial cheeks being sucked in with every suction.
The suction was so powerful the whole of his stem lodged itself in your throat coating it with sticky saliva.
And with your free fingers, they fondled and cupped his balls, as soft as they were, rolling them between your fingers, two globes inside the loose skin rubbing together, it was a delightful feeling that had you throbbing again, your hand slipped inside the top of your pants, taking hold of your prick and pulling it out from its covering, juices started leaking with each stroke of your hand.
More heavy suction from you, and a flicker of life from the boy, “was that a moan from him, Is he coming round?”
“What will he do, or say when he see that he is naked and a man has his cock in his mouth?”
All of these questions ran through your head.
But that didn’t stop you from sucking him, a miniscule flicker movement from his stem was felt across your tongue, is his cock waking up?
So frantically you looked up to see if he was awake, his eye’s were tightly close, but his lips had slightly parted.
Not being put off, the tip of your tongue played with his loose foreskin, forcing its way under the skin and tasting the bulbous dome.
The slow swelling filled your mouth, taking him deeper as the strength of your suction lessened, the strength of his prick grew, with the rhythmic sliding up and down, his cock grew even more, reaching a incredible length of 8 inches and with a fat girth.
Again, and again you look for any signs that he is waking up, but still his eyes were closed and no movement from him other than his cock is now a fully blown erection.
Facing him at the bottom of his bed, you shuffled up between his legs, your legs resting over his in a scissor position, until both hard-on’s connecting, both standing upright and hard, with your right hand wrapping around both cocks at the same time, you could watch for any response from him as your hand speedily moved up and down, a double wanking (or frotting, as its commonly known as) that had you getting closer to spilling your load.
As for Carl, his cock was full of blood now and that made him so stiff, and yet, still no acknowledgement of what you were doing to him, no pulsing, no writhing of hips and no moans or groans.
Still the frotting went on, your hand pumping away getting quicker and making progress, a small bubble of precum showed it’s face at the tip of his cock, stopping your wanking for just a minute, using the tip of your finger to dabbled in his clear juices, smearing his juice over his dome and over your dome too, mingling with your precum.
“Ohhhh”, that moan stopped you in your tracks, even though Carl seemed to be sleeping it was him definitely giving out a moan.
Is he pretending to sleep as i wank him, can he really be cumming, how sensitive is his cock?
All kinds of thoughts entered your head.
But it didn’t deter you, in fact it made you even more hornier and more determined. And you showed that by sliding a hand under his body and extended your middle finger into his arse, as the warmth gripped on the first joint, you noticed another gripping sensation, it was his arse muscles contracting your digit. “Ohh”, a much longer moan, still his eyes were close, but his lips parted even more showing off his teeth.
Joint two of your finger slowly went up him, his chest started to inflate as if he was breathing become somewhat uncontrollable, a stifled gasp left his mouth.
Third and final finger joint went up inside his warm sleeve of juicy delight, and this time his mouth opened up as he gave a low groan and his lower body started to move.
Carl… Carl, still no response.
As both of your hands were working his lower region’s, he was thrusting slightly, the side of his arse cheeks clenching, as one hand strokes down his shaft, the other is sliding up inside of him, giving Carl a frotting like no other, the response from him was encouraging.
At this point, you couldn’t hold back any longer, you were cursing yourself for cumming so soon, but given the circumstances no one would have blamed you.
Clenching your teeth together, audible sexy noises emanating from you as wad after wad of hot thick spunk came shooting out and covering Carl’s body.
Once your breathing returned back to normal, the cream that left your body slowly turning clear was being used by your hand to rub over his hard-on, making squishing noises as your hand moved on him.
Clearly with your finger deep in his arse as well, it was having a effect on him, it was his subtle movements that started to give the game away.
The way he arched his back with your downward stroke, wanting his cock to move faster in your clenched hand.
“Ahh fuck”, the words from his mouth sent shivers down your spin, you knew how Carl was feeling at that time.
Carl’s arse was now bouncing on the bed, but still he doesn’t seem to be awake, this had you mystified, “is he dreaming a wet dream and going through the motions of an orgasm?”
Through the lubrication from your spunk, a clear indication that he’s getting turned on, came from his precum which was leaking from the tip of his cock, mixing in with your juices as more spilled out.
The finger in his arse was nicely lubed and warm now, as it rubbed against the walls of his cavity, but still his muscles tightening up rhythmically.
An intake of breath and a long wailing moan from Carl, saw his sperm, without any warning exploding from his stiff tube, again the second load of cum covering his body, hot thick cream, spurting like an eruption from a volcano, spilling its lava down the side of his hard-on.
Your hand, and fingers was covered in spunk.
Pulling your other finger out of his arse, the colder air (even though there was adequate heating) hit the one side of the digit, it felt like you were testing the direction of the wind.
His breathing, he isn’t out of breath, he is really sleeping.
Again all of these questions running through your mind being unanswered.
Standing back up, your legs were trembling, probably from the way you were sitting or more likely from your highly charged orgasm.
Looking down at Carl, his body covered from his groin to chest in glistening cream.
Having just cum yourself, you were amazed to find that your cock never wilted after spilling out its load, as is the usual case, in fact, it seems to be harder than before you came, standing out from your body with the foreskin pulled back.
Again there seem to be no signs of life from Carl, just heavy breathing.
Then a thought enters your head, it was an idea that was giving you conflicting answers, “should I? Or shouldn’t I?”
“Oh god”! you repeatedly muttered to yourself.
“Fuck it”!
I’ve got to try it before I regret it”, you said quietly to yourself again, hoping that having given yourself permission everything would be ok.
With that, you took hold of his ankles, lifted his leg’s as high as they would go, and rested them over your shoulders, leaning in towards his body, you felt his arse being raised which was now touching your cock, at first it you were dry humping your length through his bum cheeks, feeling the wonderful friction and the pleasure that came from this.
Then as you lifted your hips and a slight change of angle you found the tip of your cock up against his hole, with your precum once again leaking from the end, it was enough to lube Carl’s crinkly hole nicely.
Adding a little pressure, your hard-on gently eased into him, stretching his sphincter that gave way and released its resistance, your dome passed through with ease.
“Ohhh fuck, oh my god”, every expletives known by you was being said.
The warmth of his hole surrounded the whole of your stem as your balls slapped against his arse.
In the position you were in, leaning hard over his body, as you worked your hips backwards and forwards.
His face was as close as it’ll ever get to his, your tongue slips out of your mouth and started licking him, firstly his forehead then slowly down his face where you licked his lips, with each thrust of your hips, it took you deeper inside of him, as you looked down between your bodies.
You can see your cock emerging from Carl’s hole covered in juices as you pulled back.
Then watching it disappear back into him the sensation of the warmth and anal muscles contraction.
CONTRACTION! that means he can feel me inside him? This is your rational thought that went through your head.
Looking at his face again, his mouth was ever so slightly open, his eyelids were still closed, but seemed to have smile lines around them.
Fucking him harder, you wanted to see what effect it would have, with your prick plunging in and out of him as quickly as you could manage, did have an effect, but not on him, it was on you as you felt your spunk once again starting to flow out from your balls and into your stem, “oh, I…, I…, I’ve got to…, oh, I’m cumming”.
Not able to hold back and pushing your cock and holding it there as deep as you can go, sperm was being pumped out rhythmically, coating his innards with a heavy load of cream, forcing you to push again and again until you were empty.
You, yourself was partially covered in the sperm residue and sweat when you eventually pulled out, you got off him and disappeared to have a shower.
After which, you laid on top of the duvet next to Carl after covering him, you slid a hand underneath the cover so that you could play with his nipples, nipples that had swollen, alternatively tweaking them both. Little quiet groans was heard.
Touching your own nipples, they too had become erect, more quiet little moans was heard again, it was from you.
Your nipples were in such a sensitive mode you just wanted Carl to stroke and suck on them, you felt that being such a young boy, he needed breast feeding from your nipples.
But it wasn’t to be, he was still flat out asleep.
Thinking about tomorrow, you said to yourself “tomorrow night, soft drinks for him”, tomorrow he’s going to know that tonight wasn’t a wet dream, and with that knowledge you were overcome from the power of sleep.