Gondola to the Peak (Jeff)
The storm had cleared by morning, leaving the slopes pristine under a crisp blue sky, the fresh powder sparkling like diamonds. I woke up in the farm room with a lingering ache... not just from the skiing, but from last night's spa session. Jonas's hands on me, his cock buried deep, the way he'd held me after, whispering reassurances that chased away the shadows of doubt. It had been intense, raw, and for the first time in my life, it felt right. No regrets this morning, just a low hum of anticipation. We'd agreed to meet for lessons as usual, but after yesterday, "lessons" felt like code for something more.
I geared up quickly: helmet strapped, layers on, boots clicking into skis at the base. Jonas was already there, red jacket standing out against the white, his blond hair peeking from under his beanie, scruff catching the sunlight. He skied over with that effortless grace, blue eyes locking on mine with a heat that made my stomach flip.
"Morning," he said, voice low enough for only me to hear. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in years." I leaned in closer than necessary, our gloves brushing. "Thanks to you."
His grin was wicked. "Good. Today's plan: longer runs, build your endurance." A pause, eyes dropping to my lips. "On and off the slopes."
We started easy, warming up on the greens before hitting a blue trail. My turns were smoother now, confidence growing with each carve. Jonas stayed close, corrections coming with those familiar touches: a hand on my lower back, fingers grazing my thigh. Each one sent jolts through me, stirring memories of the hot tub, his fingers stretching me open. By midday, the slopes were busier, families and groups crowding the lifts, but the tension between us simmered.
"Let's take the gondola up to the top," Jonas suggested after a solid run. "Better views, and it's enclosed. Warmer."
The gondola line was long, cabins swinging up the mountain like pendants on a necklace. We queued up, skis off and shouldered. As we waited, Jonas pressed against my side in the crowd, his hip brushing mine deliberately. "Missed you last night," he murmured under his breath.
"Same." My cock twitched in my thermals, the confined space and his proximity making it hard to focus. The line moved slow, cabins filling with chattering tourists. When our turn came, a family of four piled in ahead, laughing in Italian. Jonas shot me a look. Frustration mirroring mine.
"Next one," I said quietly as the doors closed.
We stepped back, letting another group go. The attendant raised an eyebrow, but I waved him off. "Waiting for friends."
Jonas smirked. "Friends, huh?"
The next cabin arrived empty. We hustled in, skis racked, doors sealing with a soft hiss. Alone. The gondola lurched upward, swaying gently, the village shrinking below as we ascended into the peaks. Snow-dusted trees whipped by, the cabin warm and quiet except for the hum of cables.
I turned to Jonas, heart pounding. The privacy hit me like a drug: sudden, intoxicating. Horniness flooded me, raw and urgent. Yesterday's tastes weren't enough; I needed more, now. "Fuck, Jonas," I growled, stepping into his space. "Been thinking about you all morning."
His eyes darkened, backing against the cabin wall. "Yeah? What about?"
"Your cock." The words tumbled out, verbal and filthy, surprising even me. "How it felt in my mouth. Want to taste you again. Right here."
He groaned, gloved hand cupping the back of my neck. "Jeff... we're in a gondola."
"Exactly." I dropped to my knees, the cabin floor vibrating under me. My hands fumbled with his ski pants zipper, yanking it down. "No one's watching. Just us."
He didn't stop me. His cock sprang free as I tugged his thermals aside... long, slender, already half-hard, the pink head peeking from the foreskin. The musky scent hit me, mixed with sweat from the morning's exertion. I inhaled deep, mouth watering. "God, you smell good."
"Jeff... fuck." His voice was strained, fingers threading into my hair under the helmet. "Suck me. Please."
I didn't need asking twice. I licked a slow stripe up the underside, feeling him harden fully under my tongue. Veins pulsed, the skin hot and silky. At the tip, I swirled around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum leaking there. "Mmm, so hard for me already."
He bucked slightly, groaning. "Your mouth... it's perfect."
I took him in, lips stretching around his girth, sucking slow and deep. The cabin swayed, adding to the thrill: public but private, risky but safe. I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks for suction, tongue pressing against the sensitive underside. Spit slicked him, dripping down to his balls, which I cupped in one hand, rolling them gently.
"Shit, yes... like that," Jonas panted, hips thrusting shallowly. "Deeper. Take it all."
I relaxed my throat, pushing down until my nose brushed his blond pubes, the coarse hair tickling. He filled me completely, head nudging the back of my throat. I gagged slightly but held, humming around him. The vibrations making him curse in German, something filthy I didn't understand but loved.
Pulling off with a wet pop, I stroked him fast, hand twisting at the crown. "Taste so fucking good. Want your cum down my throat."
His eyes were wild, cheeks flushed. "Keep talking like that and you'll get it soon."
I dove back in, sucking harder, faster. My free hand slid back, teasing his taint, pressing against his hole through the fabric. He moaned loud, echoing in the small space. "Jeff... oh god, you're gonna make me come."
The gondola creaked higher, halfway up now. Time was limited, but that only amped the heat. I worked him relentlessly: deep throating, then shallow sucks on the head, tongue flicking the slit. Drool ran down my chin, onto his balls, which I licked next, sucking one into my mouth while stroking his shaft.
"Fuck, that's... dirty. Love it," he gasped, pulling my hair tighter. "Back on my cock. Swallow me."
I obeyed, taking him deep again, bobbing furiously. His thighs trembled, breaths ragged. "Close... so close. You want it? Want my load?"
"Yes," I mumbled around him, eyes watering but locked on his. "Give it to me."
He thrust once, twice, then came with a choked cry. Hot, thick spurts flooding my mouth. Salty, bitter, perfect. I swallowed every pulse, milking him with my throat, not spilling a drop. He shuddered, hips jerking, until he was spent, softening on my tongue.
I pulled off slowly, licking him clean, savoring the last drops. "Delicious," I whispered, voice hoarse.
Jonas hauled me up, kissing me deep. Tasting himself on my lips. "You're incredible. That was... insane."
The cabin neared the top station. We straightened up quickly, zipping pants, wiping chins. As the doors opened to the cold air, we stepped out like nothing happened, skis in hand.
But the heat lingered, promising more.
... To be continuedÂ
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