The Ski Slope

Decided to try night skiing with some friends. Not really, but was pressured into it, you see, I’ve only been skiing maybe 3 times in my life, I didn’t own any equipment and 3 friends from downstate came to check out my new apartment that was about a half hour from some decent ski resorts. It was a Friday, we got there about 5pm and it was already dark. Keep in mind I’ve never skied at night.

Went to pro shop, got set up with skis boots and poles, was given some quick instructions on setting them up, off to buy lift tickets and we all agreed to meet back at the lodge at about 9 for a few drinks before the slope closes at 10 and the bar at midnight.

Up the mountain we went, we all pretty much stuck together on our first run, it was a smaller easy trail, and I felt pretty good and confident I could handle it, I fell once or twice, the nighttime shadows really played with my perception, but I was confident I could do this a few times before heading to the bar to wait for the others.

The others decided to move up to the next level trails while I stayed on the safer smaller run. Down I went, caught some rough bumps and lost all balance, the poles went two different directions I began a head over heals tumble, the skis never released from the bindings, they were pointed in different directions, the bindings never released. I wound upside down against a snow fence. Two skiers saw me one retrieved my poles the other came to check on me, I wasn’t fully coherent, they sat me up on the cold icy snow, and it began snowing. They tried to stand me up, and I couldn’t, my right leg was badly sprained. A ski employee got down to us, and he pulled me down to the bottom on a sled. Meanwhile my buddy’s are off having fun somewhere on other slopes. It’s now about 6pm and Chet, the ski employee tried to work with me at the first aid station, I told them I thought I’d be ok if I could just rest it, I could stand and limp but was in a lot of pain, they wanted me to go to the local hospital, but I refused and signed their papers, Chet said he was off duty at 6, and he would help me to the lodge, and would take my stuff back to the pro shop.

He sat me down next to the round warm fireplace with the copper hood, in some really nice warm deep plush leather chairs, he helped me with my coat, got me situated and said he’d take care of the rental returns for me, he’d be back in a little while to check on me. About a half hour later, I was just about conked out in the chair when he came back with a couple of beers, he said I brought you this, not sure if you want it, if not I can grab you a hot chocolate or something. I took it and said thanks, he sat next to me, and we talked a bit, he seemed quite friendly. He got me a full refund on my equipment saying he tried to get me his employee discount, but said he argued with them that I only had the equipment for about an hour, and without proper instruction. I told him I appreciated his kindness, but I’m sure after his long shift he’d want to get home, he said he lived in another state and he lived here at the resort in an efficiency apartment, here at the lodge, and he usually hangs out at the bar for a few hours anyway. We tried walking again and I was better but still in pain, he said he had some ice packs up in his room, so we walked across the lobby to the elevator We took the elevator up to the third floor and we walked down the hall to what was his room. He invited me in, sat me down, cracked open a couple of more beers, and proceeded to start to make himself a quick microwave supper, he offered me one of his frozen dinners. The room was small, a twin bed, a chair, a dresser and tv, a small bathroom and kitchenette. He pulled some odd shaped gel packs from the freezer. He said we’ll head back down to the lobby after a while, that’s when the bar gets busy for him to try to pick up someone interesting for the night, and I could meet back up with my friends. I thought, what a job this guy has, a bar, discounts, and an endless supply of one night stands.

He asked where I hurt the most, I told him my right ankle, and just above my right knee joint, and for some reason my upper right thigh. He proceeded to put the ice packs on, and we decided it would be better to remove my pants, he wrapped my ankle and secured it with a ace bandage, he did the same with my knee, he had tried to secure the larger one on my upper thigh but I couldnt hold it there properly and still use my hands for the TV dinner he was preparing, so he slid the pack up my boxer leg, hoping that would be enough to hold it in place, it wasn’t so it kept sliding so he reached up sliding it further up, getting awfully close to my privates. I wasn’t complaining and I kind of got a bit of a woody, he still didn’t like the way it was situated and he repositioned it again this time his fingers touched my nuts, I jokingly said well don’t stop now, he giggled and said he was sorry, ( to my disappointment)

He went back to the microwave, gave me a meatloaf TV dinner, and we talked a bit, when he was done eating he asked if my leg felt any better, he removed the now thawed out gel packs, he stood me up and I leaned on him and we walked around the room, he said I needed to move it on a regular basis or it would stiffen up. I started to lose my balance and started to fall he tried to catch me but to no avail I fell into his bed on the right and he landed on top of me as we both laughed. Our eyes met and I leaned up and kissed him, I apologized and he immediately kissed me back, and said boy I was hoping this would happen.

He was about my age, tall and built, very muscular, after all he spent everyday on the slopes. I already had my pants off and was in my boxers, he started grinding into my crotch with his slippery snow pants, and I pulled his shirt off. We embraced in passionate kiss, he slid his hand into my waistband, I needed both hands to shimmy his ski pants off, but with his wiggle help, they came off. We’re both now naked lying on his small twin bed, and kissing and rubbing our smooth skin all over each other, suddenly I didn’t feel any pain in my bad leg. He began kissing my neck then moved down to my chest and his hands roaming around my body, pinching and squeezing. Soon he made his way to my massive erection, he turned his head back toward me smiled, and said he’s been waiting for this, I replied so have I. He went down on me slobbering and swirling, bobbing and bouncing up and down then he moved those massive man hands down to massage my nuts around my ball sack, and then still holding the sack slid one of his pinky’s into my ass, I was building up pressure, getting ready to blow when he suddenly stopped and slid sideways and said it was his turn, so I did everything to him he did to me. After a while He stopped me, And asked if he could fuck me, I wanted this so bad, that massive member of his inside me. Yes, yes I said, we assumed the position, with me on my back he lifted my legs and penetrated all the way in on the first pump, I screamed, and he apologized, he was just so horny he said he had to, and he didn’t think it would hurt so bad. I replied that it was ok, that pain over took the leg pain, after quite a long time of him pumping in me and jerking me off with his free hand, he was working up a huge sweat, and nearly ready to collapse on top of me, when he pumped his ribbons of cum deep into my ass, that I actually felt his warm slimy wet cum being deposited in my but hole walls. It was so satisfying and fulfilling and hot that he continued jerking me till I screamed that I was cumming and he dropped his mouth onto my purple bulged mushroom head and sucked up every last drop of the exploding pressure cooker of a load, he dropped back to my ass and managed to lick his own leaking cum from my wet leaky hole combining our two fluids into a single large load, but continued to come up to my face and tounge kissed me dropping part of the mixture into my mouth. We did things I’ve never even thought of doing.

After a short rest, he said it was almost 9:30 and we should head back to the bar to meet up with my friends, so we dressed, walked, or I should say limped to the bar, met my buddy’s, who incidentally don’t know I’m gay, which I warned Chet about earlier, we had several beers together, and headed home. I said goodbye to Chet and told him I’d be back next Friday night for some more lessons, he winked and nodded and said, we’ll have you sliding up and down those slopes in no time, and make sure to take care of that injury, so you’re in tip top shape next week.

I’ll have to fill you in, after my next lesson.