White Slopes

“I don’t know about this Rob. Me and snow… I’m not sure…” I protest.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. Besides, I don’t want to go alone.”

“Hmm… How about hiking instead?” I offer, putting on my best chipper voice.

“Well, that’ll be fuckin’ snowy and cold too João, you do realise that?”

“Oh… I guess… Um…” I say, my fingers scratching my dark curls, searching for another option possibly hiding in my hair.

“Just come with, why don’t you. It’s a beginners course and everyone’s new to it. Besides, it’s with a gay outdoor organisation, so it will all be guys like us…”

“Oh” I say excitedly.

“…so no straight, sporty, jock-types - don’t worry.”

“Oh…” I say, now with noticeably a lot less enthusiasm.

“How about it? Cross-country with me in the fresh mountain air?”

“Sure… why not” I mutter, resistance being seemingly futile. And it is kind of for his birthday anyway, so…

“Great! I’ll let them know to reserve for two then” Rob says excitedly. “It’s gonna be fun!”

“Yeah” I reply, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

* * * * *

Me and Rob met almost a decade ago now - how time flies! - when he was visiting friends in Brighton, where I was living at the time. We’ve only chatted a few times online before that, so I was surprised to get a message from him asking if I would like to meet, in person.

We went for a polite drink late afternoon, which turned into early dinner, which turned into a couple of bottles of red by evening, which inevitably ended in my flat, me on my knees on the floorboards, urgently whacking my big dick, Rob blasting a runny load out over my hairy chest, as I moisturised his sporty legs in return.

The next morning we went for a surprisingly pleasant coffee and bite to eat at a local cafe, before we said our goodbyes, and he returned to Vienna in the afternoon. Although I had a great time, in every sense, I considered it for what it was: A one-off night of passion. And I kind of started seeing Gianni by then as well.

So I was surprised to get a text from him the following week, asking if I’d like to meet again, as he might be back in town. I said “Sure, why not” although in reality it was more like “fuckin’ yeah!”

Turned out I was the reason for being back in town. We were texting back and forth, making surprise phone calls, and a couple of weeks later I was visiting him in Vienna, and Gianni was left on the sidelines. For around a year we commuted back and forth, until it became less exciting and more a hassle.

“Why don’t you come to Vienna, like permanently? Just move in with me João…” 

Mostly bartending at the time, I was doing creative work on the side, so I though “why not?”, and that’s how I ended up in “The Land of Music”. 

I always thought it rather sad and desperate for someone to move after a good dick, but here we are, 8 years and counting…

* * * * *

The ski weekend comes around before I know it, and everything, as usual, is a bit last minute.

What’s the weather going to be like? What do I wear? What do I need to pack? Is long-johns necessary? Is this jacket too thin? What time is our train?

“7:09am?! Jesus Christ, you couldn’t pick an earlier train, could you…”

“Sorry João, I know it’s early, but we have to meet the others at 10:30am already, and that’s our best connection. We can grab a coffee and a bite at the station before we go…”

“Fine…”

“You’re normally up around that time anyway, so why is it a problem now?”

“Gmmf…” I snort in silent acknowledgement, knowing Rob is right.

* * * * *

It’s still dark as we step on board, coffee in one hand, croissant in the other, me blowing out a cloud of smoke overhead and stamping out my cigarette at the last second.

The train is almost empty, the other few passengers also clearly dressed for the same reason we are, albeit a bit more professional looking with full gear and their own equipment. We’ll be renting apparently.

As we whizz through valleys and past hills, the landscape becomes increasingly snowy. Eventually the train enters a long tunnel for what feels like ages. When we emerge, it’s an eye-squinting winter wonderland coated in a heavy duvet, blue skies and full sun. Save for the odd caked tree here and there, high rocky peaks majestically rise on the horizon.

“I guess we’re almost there…” Rob says, his eyes excitedly scanning the surroundings through the large window.

“No idea, but it sure is beautiful…” I must admit.

We eventually reach a small picturesque village in the middle of god-knows-where, get off the train and start walking towards the tiny station building, together with a handful of other lost souls. 

To the side stands a few people. Three men to be exact. Rob seems to be heading towards them. I follow. So does another homo I clocked on the train earlier, and another two I didn’t, one of them apparently deaf. Or near deaf, I’m not sure, but he has an implant and seem to be lip reading.

“Stefan..?”

“Yes! Hi there, welcome.”

“Hi, thanks. I’m Rob, and this is my partner João…”

“Nice to meet you Rob” he replies. He turns to me, his mouth curling up slightly at the corners, his aquamarine eyes squintingly fixed on me for longer than strictly necessary. “Hey there João…” 

“Hey Stefan” I reply, my eyes running up and down his sporty silhouette, feeling him blatantly checking me out, as I hone in on what looks like a juicy mound visible through his black technical sports trousers.

“Um, so yeah… Welcome everyone… For those who haven’t heard yet, my name’s Stefan, and I’ll be your instructor / coach for this session. We are a group of seven today, and bla bla bla…”

I only half listen, my eyes continuing to scan every inch of him. “…starting over there where we bla bla bla…”

He’s wearing a broad thermal headband, pushing his shortish brown hair upwards, strong jaw with a neat beard, first signs of salt and pepper shading. “…and if at any time anyone bla bla bla…”

Broad chest, nice hands, flat stomach. About the same height as me, around 6ft. “…first we’ll go and bla bla bla…”

Trousers clinging everywhere it should. Tight butt, strong thighs, defined calves. Easy smile, nice jiggly VPL…

“…bla bla bla. Any questions at this stage?”

“Yeah” I think, “How big is your cock hot man, and when can I have it…?”

“Good!” he says. “Then I suggest we go get our equipment. Follow me…”

“He seems alright, doesn’t he?” Rob says approvingly, leaning into me.

“Uh-huh…” I answer.

“See, it’s not so bad after all…”

“Nope, I guess not…” I think to myself, licking my lips and subtly readjusting my awakening prick as we follow the others down the road.

* * * * *

In a nearby sports store, we get our skis, and matching cross-country shoes. 

“Erik…” Stefan says, holding out a pair, “these are for you… Andi, here you are… Rob, for you…”

I’m last to receive mine. Everyone is already trying on, seated with heads hovering between knees, working out how to put them on, clip them shut and zip up.

“Last but by no means least…” he winks, “João... Hmmm, number 45.5’s huh? Big feet for a big boy…” he smiles. “You know what they say…” he whispers, as he hands me my pair, our hands briefly but electrifyingly touching with handover, both of us holding on longer than necessary, our fingers overlapping.

“You tell me. What do they say Coach..?” I reply, keeping my voice down, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Guys with big feet tends to be blessed… in life” he answers, licking his lips, his eyes travelling between my crotch and my mouth. I respond by mirroring his actions, my eyes also curiously scanning him.

Looking around quickly, locating everyone’s positions, he leans into me, his hand searching for confirmation.

I start breathing heavily, as his fingers make dangerous contact with the fabric at the front of my sports trousers. Running his digits along my front, he grazes my bending semi-hard shaft, still looking over my shoulder towards the others, lightly but  thrillingly trying my goods out in the open.

“Ooh yeah…” he whispers softly, “You’re packing a meaty one, I can tell, hmmm…”

I steadily get harder still, his finger tantalisingly tracing the outline of my swelling cock, Rob and the others mere meters away, changing shoes.

“You like ‘em big?” I whisper, grinding forward into his fidgeting hand.

“Uh-huh…” he softly grunts, our eyes glued together.

“Hey João! Hows your shoes? Do they fit ok?” Rob calls.

Stefan quickly pulls away, hiding his molesting hand in his pocket and pushing his hardening dick down, disguising his arousal.

“Um, what? Oh, yeah I think they’re ok…” I reply, quickly sitting down and pulling my shoes on, my head low down and turned sideways, watching Stefan’s tight butt and muscular legs nonchalantly disappear between the equipment racks.

* * * * *

We head outside again, clip-clopping in our rented boots, skis in hand. Out on the wide open white, we learn the basics of what goes where, how to this, how to not do that and what if’s.

With most of the team steadily starting to shuffle around like penguins with stiff legs, I feel my third leg also getting a little heavy.

“Err, Stefan?”

“What’s up João?” he smiles, blue eyes glowing.

“Is there maybe toilet nearby?”

“Oh yeah, that small building on the left over there. It should be unlocked…” 

“Ok, I think I need…” I reply, slightly trailing off.

“Um… You want me to show it to you?” he asks, looking around, hands in pockets, his fingers teasing his junk.

“Please, that would be… great” I say, my eyes staring at his bulge, my mouth practically drooling for dick.

“Be back in a few minutes guys! Just need to open up for João quickly…” he calls, as I make a “gotta pee” gesture to Rob in the distance. 

We walk towards the building in silence, my heart thumping in my chest and in my lengthening shaft, that is nudging uncomfortably to the left, then to the right, then left again as I walk, blood rushing south, filling me out.

Just before we get there, a loud whistle makes us turn around. One of the guys fell over and needs assistance - a flamingo flapping on an ice lake.

“Fuck… Aargh!” he swears under his breath. “Coming!!” he calls, as he gives me and my ballooning bulge one last lustful look, before turning round and walking back towards the bright white plain.

I sigh, but still need to piss anyway. I push the door open, and head inside. Small space, three cubicles line one side, sink opposite, two urinals in a galley round the back. I head for the urinals, white ceramic, pear-shaped against white tiles, undoing my top button and unzipping my fly.

My restless meat comes out. It is oozy and moist, not quite a semi anymore, but still has more blood than strictly necessary. I pull my balls out too and let them hang out of my fly, allowing them some fresh air too. I don’t have excessive foreskin, but I pull it back a little anyway, as I watch lemon coloured piss start gushing out my slit, steam rising up.

I let out another sigh. I don’t know what it is about Stefan, but he excites me, makes my sausage wanna spew. Is it the icy blue eyes constantly undressing me, or the salt and pepper framed mouth-hole craving cock, or the muscular bod and legs looking like a firm and bumpy ride… 

As my stream of piss dribbles to an end, a thin strand of pre-cum hangs from my tip, evidence of my earlier arousal. With my finger, I scoop it up and suck on it, closing my eyes, imagining Stefan leaking his sticky juice in my warm, wet mouth.

Shaking the last drops from my drooping dick, I open my eyes to see a dark shadow reflected in the tiles - someone is standing behind me.

“Need a hand..?” Stefan asks softly, his strong hands gliding around my hips, towards my crotch. 

“Ooooooph, absolutely…” I breathe out softly, feeling my meat rapidly filling with blood again, as his hands form a tight diamond shape around my cock and balls, and he pulls me back into him, his hard bulge pushing up against my ass.

“Hmmm, motherfucker…” he whispers, as he grips my swelling dick, “…that’s a blessing alright…”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh” he grunts. “Big, thick, fuckin’ horse dick…” he slurs, his wet tongue flicking my ear, as he pushes his rock hard prick firmly against my crack, his hand tightly clamping my shaft.

“Urgh fuck…” I whisper, leaning back into him, our heavy breaths filling the small space, as he slowly starts jerking me to full stiffness, his own raging boner digging into my crack.

A toilet flushes. I pull forward. He pulls back, stepping aside. I urgently shove my seeping phallus back into my trousers and start zipping up. The cubicle door opens. It’s one of the guys from the course, the lipreader.

“Oh hey David..!” Stefan says, a little flustered, his hand covering his throbbing cock in his pocket. 

“Hey guys. Toilet break, huh? he laughs, seemingly unaware of him interrupting anything, making his way to the sink.

We eye each other with relief, still desperately in need of relief. “Um, right, so I’m all done… Should we get back to the others?” Stefan says, as we turn and head back outside. 

As we walk through the door, Stefan grabs my ass meat and gives it a firm grope, lustfully grunting behind me.

* * * * *

Back on the snow we do different balancing techniques, shifting our weight from one leg to the other, Stefan in front facing us, showing us how it’s done.

I watch his thighs bulge through his trousers, his eyes hidden behind a dark visor, but I can tell he is following my every movement. I take every opportunity to re-adjust my cock, pushing it right after standing up, nudging it left when ducking, pulling it down when swaying, making him gag for it, as more and more desire starts leaking down my legs, hairs sticking to the inside of my sporty trousers.

He subtly starts mirroring my gestures, drawing attention to his bulge whenever I look his way, indicating he is still game.

This goes on throughout our lessen, as we take our chances, quickly copping a feel or rubbing a hump when the opportunity presents itself. 

With practice rounds, I go last every time, the others shuffling forward on the hard white surface in front of us, their backs to us, affording me a quick grope of Stefan’s thick fuck stick, or him squeezing my throbbing bulge before joining the others again.

Soon Rob seems to be flying over the snow, as he is putting in maximum effort and time into actually mastering a new art, while most of my time and energy goes into the time old art of getting my rocks off - now with the sexy ski instructor.

Near the end of the session, I’ve had enough of distractedly stumbling and tumbling around on the snow - and the risk of snapping off my almost permanently hard dick - and call it a day, clipping off my skis and lighting a cigarette, watching the others glide by with various degrees of success.

“Had enough?” Stefan asks smilingly, as he slides over towards me.

“No, not yet…” I reply, blowing out a large plume, “…but I’m done with learning how to ski...” I answer, giving Stefan a naughtily knowing look.

“Right…” he laughs in agreement. “Are you staying overnight?” he asks, his eyes still following the others as they make their way back towards us.

“Yeah, we’re booked into Hotel Benedikt..."

“Chances of getting you alone later? I really want…”

“Hey João!!” calls Rob. “You’re not done already, are you?!”

“Err… Yeah, you know…” I stumble, blowing out the last of my cigarette smoke, rollingly emptying out the remains onto the snow, looking for somewhere to discard it.

“Here…” Stefan says, holding out a small container. “I’ve got a thing for your butt…” he smiles, then winks, making me chuckle, as I deposit the yellowish-orange end inside.

“Good to know…” I reply.

* * * * *

After finishing our course early evening, the group heads for a small alpine restaurant to enjoy a drink, grab a bite to eat, and talk about the days activities.

Stefan request a table for eight, but it’s quite busy, and they end up fitting us around two small tables pushed together in a tight squeeze in the far corner. I slide in along the built in bench against the wall, Rob joining me on one side, hot instructor on the other.

“I’m a bit tight here…” Stefan says, turning to me. “Do you mind if we have my jacket here João? It’s not in the way, is it?” he asks, his eyes looking down naughtily and full of desire, as he scrunches up his big snow coat and shoves in between us and the table top, covering our legs.

“No, it’s good like that…” I answer.

“Perfect…” he answers, as the waiter appears to take our orders.

Not long after, sipping drinks, as everyone shares their perspectives and experiences of losing their cross country virginity, so-to-speak, I feel his warm thigh press tightly against mine, hidden from view by his down jacket.

Casually I drop my arm down, pretending to listen to Erik’s hilarious story about falling over, my hand conveniently finding its way onto Stefan’s thigh, as I gently squeeze, feeling him respond by invitingly flexing his quadriceps.

I feel the heat from his leg radiate through my hand, as I start subtly sliding upwards towards his inner thigh, I hear him lustfully exhale next to me with a soft “oooooooph…”, perfectly timed to another boring story’s punchline.

We listen to David talk animatedly, if slightly incoherently, about finding the swaying co-ordination difficult, as I feel Stefan pulling my curious feelers further towards him, placing it onto his twitching pole, tellingly pushing up into my palm.

I grope and squeeze his firm phallus, listening to Rob wax lyrical about how great it is enjoying the pleasures of the white slopes here in the mountains, my own arousal taking on a hard, slightly left-curving shape, pre-cum collecting around my retracting foreskin, as I think pretty much the same thing, but in a different context.

My turn to sigh lasciviously with a barely audible “aaaaargh” as I detect a moistness against my palm, his dick oozing from my touch, my randiness reaching ever higher peaks.

We take a break from secretly feeling each other up for size to try and eat dinner, as eating with hand is not only suspicious, but also quite difficult, at the same time thinking we'd rather be eating something else.

Later, outside the restaurant everyone says their goodbyes and goodnights, some travelling back home, a few of us staying overnight somewhere in the village.

“So… Good night João… Hope I provided you an enjoyable day?” 

“Yeah,” I answer normally, leaning in for a quick hug. “You make me totally randy. I want you so bad…” I carefully whisper into his ear.

“Toilets from earlier. Half-twelve…” he whispers back. 

“Thanks Stefan, definitely” I nod, as we part.

“Safe journey everyone! Goodnight” he calls, as he makes his way into the night and we head uphill to our hotel.

* * * * *

“Oh my god, I’m completely knackered..!” Rob says when we get to our room. “I might just collapse straight into bed…” he slurs, shuffling inside.

“I’m still ok…” I reply, “…guess I’ll notice the strain tomorrow”.

“Probably…” he says, jumping on one leg, trying to take off his trousers, his package jiggling heavily inside his briefs. I love Rob very much and still find him attractive and desirable, but tonight I want to eat something from the specials menu.

“Right, that’s it, I’m done for today…” he mutters, falling onto the bed, starting to pull the duvet over his legs.

I laugh. “Almost dead, huh?” 

“Uh-huh” he replies, his eyes already half closed.

I look at the clock on the wall. “23h21”.

“Listen, I’m popping out to the kiosk down by the station quickly. I think they’re open till midnight. Wanna get some more ciggies…”

“Now..?” he asks, half asleep.

“Yeah… Then I have them in the morning…” 

“Ok...” he says, almost inaudibly. “Night…”

“Night…” I say, closing the door softly and making my way out into the cold darkness for some unfinished hot business.

* * * * *

With the small building coming into view, I blow out a large plume of white overhead and like a moth to a flame, I make may way to the bright blue door, stepping out my butt a few feet away.

It’s dead quiet and very dark, but the door is unlocked and opens with a soft squeak, no light inside either.

“João, you came…” I hear a voice, as the door creaks closed behind me and I make my way into the dark.

“Not yet…” I answer.

“Let’s try and remedy that, shall we…”

“Been trying the whole fuckin’ day” I lustfully smile, as we come face to face in the dim light, our lips immediately locking, his beard scratching against my stubble, our tongues desperately and noisily wrestling each other.

I feel his bulge pressing against mine as my hands glide down his strong back and I pull his butt meat into my throbbing groin. “Fuck I’m so horny…” I huff, as I massage his firm cheeks, feeling his thick cock rubbing against mine.

“Uh-huh, me too…” he replies, urgently starting to pull at the zipper on my top, our heavy breaths racing and filling the small dank space.

As soon as my top-half is exposed, his hands are all over my hairy chest, feeling my flesh and squeezing my pecs, before our tongues find each other again, wetly swirling around each other, as if we’re starving.

I lower down on my knees, pulling his waistband down with me as I kneel, releasing his rock hard prick with an upwards bounce. It not that long, but nice and thick, with a pronounced mushroom head at the end, foreskin mostly rolled back behind, his glans glistening with natural lube.

“Hmm, yum…” I grunt, taking it into my mouth hands-free, instead exploring his defined and enticingly twitching thighs with my palms.

“Argh fuck, argh yeah, uuurgh... more, deeper... yeah…” he moans as I start swallowing him, his mushroom head pushing its way through the resistant walls of my throat, until I start gagging, my head held firmly in place, pushing in until my nose is buried in his musky pubes.

“Take it… uuuurgh…” he groans. “Good…”

I release with a loud gasp echoing around the small space, strands of spit hanging from my lips. As I get up, Stefan wipes the saliva from my chin, as he lowers down and lets my bursting beast out, gripping it tightly in his hand, admiring it’s veiny girth.

He runs his nose along its length, sniffing my stink, before shoving it into his eager mouth. It’s soft and squishy as his lips seals around my shaft and I start smearing my leaking desire along his warm insides.

“You like my cock, huh?” I ask, my hand gripping his hair.

“Huh-huh..!” he grunts, hammering his head onto my oozing prick, his hand clamped around my nuts, with every stroke more of my length disappearing into his gobbling mouth.

"Oooph... Yeah, that's it, eat it... Fuck..."

After polishing my magenta helmet to a high gloss shine, he steps out of his trousers as he gets up from his knees, and we kiss hungrily once more, tasting each other’s arousal in our mouths, his one hand dissappearing behind his back.

“I’m ready, I want it so bad…” he mutters, turning around towards the urinals and lifting one leg up, placing his boot inside the rim, his hand lubing his twitching hole with my sloppy spit, the other pushing his thick cock backwards between his legs, like a good doggy wagging it's tail. “I want you to stretch me wide open motherfucker, fill me up with that horse-dick…”

"Gladly..." I reply, moving forward, my throbbing meat clamped in my fist. I line it up with his splayed open cheeks, my helmet's tip finding his dimple. My head starting to part his hole, I pause, letting spit fall from my lips down onto my broad shaft from above, then start pushing my slimy pole in.

“Aaaaaaaargh, oooh-oooh-oooh…” he moans as I impale him, my thick rod slowly sliding into his tightly-stretched starfish. “Fuck, it’s so big…”

“Ok..?” I ask in the dark, my hand rubbing his short hair.

“Uh-huh…” he replies. “I haven’t been this stuffed in a long time…”

"Good" I reply, pushing his head firmly against the cold tiles, as I start pumping his hole with my power tool, thumping all my frustration from the previous few hours as far down into his back passage as it will allow.

“Urgh yeah, João.. Use my hole...! Ah yeah, fuck… Argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, argh, argh..!” he moans, my greasy, girthy batton sliding in and out of his firm butt meat, his cock swaying and scrotum dangling underneath, as I settle into a nice rhythm, pounding his sporty ass. 

“Oh, err..!” Stefan says suddenly, his asshole clamping shut around my wood, his head turned to the side in surprise.

I look to my left. “Rob..! Um, what you doing here..?” I gasp, still pushing Stefan against the tiles.

“David told me what happened earlier. He is not completely death, you know… I suspected you might come here again…”

“How long have you..?”

“Long enough…” he replies, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Listen Rob, it’s not…” I start, as I lower my eyes with shame.

“Shut your mouth João….” he cuts me off, “…and make space for one more.” 

I only now notice him gripping his long, hard prick hanging out his fly in the dim light, as he moves towards us. Still firmly inside Stefan, I pivot us away from the urinal, towards Rob, who is stroking his smooth, glistening dick, ready for a part of the action.

Slowly moving in and out of Stefan’s clenching sphincter again, I watch as Rob approaches, taking the instructor’s jaw in his hand, forcing his mouth open before spitting into it with a loud, echoing “stwiffff!!” 

“Let’s get this fucker sealed up, make sure he is airtight…” Rob winks, pushing his head down. Stefan grabs his seeping footlong, and starts eagerly swallowing it, as I start cranking up my thrusting from behind again, smiling at Rob in surprise, who smiles back, face fucking the coach, who has spit dribbling out the corners of his mouth, his eyes watering with pleasure.

“Now, hammer him João, give it to him hard…” Robs orders, as I comply, slamming into Stefan’s stuffed back door with wild abandon.

“ORGH, ORGH, ORGH, ORGH, ORGH, ORGH…” he moans, Rob halfway down his throat. With both orifices filled to the brim, Stefan starts desperately whacking his dangling dick, as we continue ploughing him from opposite ends.

“Oh my god, urgh urgh urgh, feels so... argh, huh good…” Stefan huffs, taking a breather, before gobbling up Rob’s lean length again.

His grunts and moans gets louder and more intense, as I respond accordingly with my force from behind. My thighs is clammily slapping his butt cheeks with such ferocity, it sounds like someone giving a round of applause in a small theatre. Might as well give him an ovation, I think to myself, as Stefan takes it like a man, being totally used here in this dank public restroom at high altitude.

Not long after, I feel him clench even more tightly around my shaft as he lets Rob’s meat slip out his mouth, his head tilting back and lashing of creamy jizz starts splashing onto the mucky floor below him. “Argh… Aaaargh… Uurgh… Argh… Urgh…” he huffs, his blue eyes glazed over and high on pheromones, juice being fucked right out of him, his scrotum quivering against his loins.

I pull my pole out of his numb hole, and watch him slowly collapse onto his knees, before rolling over onto his back, laying down on his own spunky mess, contentedly smiling up at us. “Alright guys…” he slurs, “your turn now, spray me with your sticky seed… Cum all over me, give it to me…”

Stepping closer and leaning over him, we start urgently beating off, both me and Rob clamping our balls with one hand, the other rapidly milking our engorged, flushed cocks, eyes fixed on each other’s intense pumping action.

Rob erupts first, with a few deep grunts and knees slightly bent, he shoots his load all over Stefan, lying naked on the grubby floor, grinningly rubbing the runny jizz over his toned torso.

As Rob breathlessly shakes the last few drops from his banger, I start exploding on the opposite side. Knees bent low and thrusting my hips violently forward, I drain my nuts all over Stefan and the surrounding floor, ropes of creamy cum flying out my swollen prick and splashing onto his face, open mouth and flexed abs in thick globs, one after the other.

“Argh fuck, argh fuck, argh urgh argh…” I grunt, a whole day’s worth of built up and overdue spunk spewing out of my fleshy hose, my piss slit puking up seed.

“Fuck yeah, hoh hoh hoh..!” Stefan laughs, eyes closed, enjoying the steamy sperm shower raining down on him from above.

“Jesus João…” Rob adds, watching me spasmodically emptying out completely, his drooping dick still in hand. “Horny much?”

“Oh fuck, oooph… phew…” I huff, looking at the steaming, filthy mess below. “A bit, I  guess…”

“Hehehe, thanks you two…” Stefan slurs slowly, still rubbing cum-lotion all over his muscly body, his skin glistening, laying on the grimy restroom floor, as I start gathering my clothes up. “Any time Coach” I smile.

“Servus Stefan,” Rob smiles, as he tucks his junk back through his fly. “Maybe see you again soon. I’m sure João and I wouldn’t mind a few private sessions some time in the future…”

He chuckles, starting to pick himself back up the floor. “Sure, it’ll be my pleasure…”

“Ciao Stef…” I say, giving him a spunky kiss on the way out, Rob flinging his arm around me as we walk out into the night again.

* * * * *

“So, did you enjoy the weekend in the end..?” he asks as we slide back into our nice clean bed back at the hotel, completely exhausted.

“Yep…” I reply, kissing the back of his neck. “Thanks. These white slopes wasn’t such a bad idea after all…” I say quietly, as I close my eyes and hug him from behind.

“Told you so…” he whispers.

* * * * *