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Subject: Ski Trip Encounter ***** Ski Trip Encounter By Ryan S ail] If you like this story, please consider donating to fty. Without fty these stories will never see the light of day. ***** During the winters growing up my family and I went on occasional ski trips. This was typically arranged with other friends of the family, often friends and other families that I knew through school. The ski resort was a few hours drive away from our town and we would drive through the mountains to get there. These were generally pretty relaxed and uneventful trips, but in the late winter of my sophomore year in high school there was one trip that stands out. I was 16 at the time and if you’ve read my story titled “Caught Midght Swimming”, you’ll know that I had really started to come of age sexually at around 14 and 15. By the middle of my sophomore year I had developed even more physically, and was now standing closer to 5’8, and weighing something around 155 lbs. I was intentionally putting on weight during this period for athletics, and I’d say by this time physically I was as muscled as a very in-shape adult who spent a good amount of time at the gym. I had started to get hair on my legs more and developed the start of a treasure trail down from my belly button to a small patch of pubic hair above the base of my cock. I had no hair on my chest and remained smooth in places like my ass, perineum and my arms. I still looked my age facially, maybe younger, given that I was unable to grow much facial hair at all, though I had started shaving every few days for what little bit did come in. Despite my youthful appearance, my uncircumcised dick had grown a bit since summer was now more like 6.5″, not too far off from where I ended up as an adult. Arriving at the ski resort it was a ce day. Actually pretty well above freezing at the base level, and sunny out. A perfect day for skiing, the mountains were white with snow and dotted with pine trees, it was quite spectacular. The typical routine was we arrived in the mid morng, the kids would split off and go skiing unsupervised, while the adults went their own way. So, we were free to roam around the resort which consisted of multiple mountains. On this day I split off with a friend of mine from my grade in high school. The day was relatively normal, until after a few hours of skiing my friend insisted we stop at a lodge that was on the mid mountain. It was basically a warming hut, that had a little cafeteria, lounge area with tables and seats, and bathrooms. My friend explained he was getting frost bit, which amazed me because the sun was out, and although colder as we went up the mountain I was not having any problem at all. Maybe he was just tired of skiing, he wasn’t as experienced a skier as I was, it’s possible I just tired him out as by 16 years old I liked to go on the more advanced trails. In any case, he expressed that he wanted to go down the mountain after warming up a bit. He said it was no big deal if he went down on his own, since it wasn’t that far down, so I could continue skiing on my own. Which I was good with too, since I knew the mountain well enough to get around on my own anyway. At that point my mind began to wander about what possibilities there might be. It’s one thing to be with someone else, skiing around, focused on the skiing. Now I was free. And at 16 I didn’t have my drivers license yet, so I really didn’t have that much freedom. My friend bailing on skiing for the remainder of the day presented an opportuty to figure out some kind of adventure, and I was especially on the look out for anything sexual, as I was pretty depraved at age 16 – a trait that still lingers. While waiting with my friend in the lounge area I had to use the restroom, and as I went in I noticed a vending machine hanging on the wall. I saw that it had tylenol, but what got my attention immediately was it also sold condoms. Oh yes, that was intriguing, and as I used a urinal I wondered what I could do with that. At a mimum I could put the condom on and jerkoff into it, maybe in public under my ski pants. If you doubt anyone might think like this, let me explain. For a long time as a kid, even as young as 12 or 13, I had sexualized condoms. I heard about them in early sex ed classes and the thought of putting this tight fitting sheath over my pes excited me. I thought my parents would have some but I searched around and they didn’t, turns out my mom used birth control pills. For a long time I was too embarrassed to buy some for myself, so I found other ways. Like when a friend showed me his parents condoms, I later snuck in and took one. Lifestyles, extra lubricated, quite ce! I took it home, put it on and jerked off furiously into it, then playing with my load in the latex, seeing it swirling in there. Then I rinsed it out, re-rolled it as best I could, put it in a plastic bag, and hid it outside where my parents couldn’t find it and I could get at it again in the future. And yes, I did retrieve it to use it occasionally, repeating the practice. Naughty and nasty, but I didn’t care – I had needs. By the time I was 16 I did buy some condoms myself, to fuck a girlfriend I had during my freshmen year. I still remember going to the CVS on a snow day when school was canceled. Nobody was around and that’s the only reason I had the courage to buy them. I wonder what the cashier thought about this young kid buying them, not to mention I also bought a tube of KY jelly. I digress. Anyway, I wasn’t as embarrassed about getting them anymore, but not like I brought any to the ski mountain. You can’t plan for unexpected total freedom. So you see, when I was on that mountain, soon to be alone, and then I saw this condom machine, it was game on. I didn’t have quarters but I had some money so I went and got the quarters I needed, and right back to that bathroom where I got the condom. It was some no name brand and a bright yellow wrapper. Thing cost me $1.50, that’s still expensive today, bullshit. Anyway, I put it in my ski jacket pocket and zipped it in there and returned to my friend. We chatted for a bit until he was warmed up and then he left. At that point, I was just hanging around in the lounge area of this lodge, thinking about what I might do next, getting horer as I thought about the freedom and possibilities to come. I was tempted to just take the condom, go in a bathroom stall and shoot my load in it, but even at that time I had a sense that build up makes the orgasm better. I needed to make this opportuty count. So I thought, ankara otele gelen escort I’ve got another few hours, let’s see how this shakes out. I headed out of the lodge and continued skiing to see what the mountain might offer me. The resort had multiple mountains as I mentioned before. It was situated such that there were a number of different trails to ski down, leading to this mountain or that mountain, some had chairlifts up, others gondolas. At some point an hour or so later I ended up at a mountain where I needed to take a gondola up. I ended up on a gondola with just a couple other people. These gondolas weren’t huge at the time, I think just 6 seats, 3 on either side, facing each other, maybe a few feet of free space in the middle. It was a man and his wife sitting on the other side while I was sort of in the corner. They were talking to each other so I just daydreamed as I went up. It’s maybe a 15 minute ride up that lift, and so my mind had plenty of time to wander. In no time my mind came to the condom in my pocket, how could I forget about that! I considered the idea that if I were alone I could put the condom on, jerkoff in the gondola and no one would ever know. I thought about if there was anyway I could somehow get the condom on my dick right then and cum with these people never knowing. My cock started to stiffen. Under my ski pants I was wearing these spandex long johns or base layer pants, so those along with the thick ski pants kept anything from being outwardly noticeable in terms of my bulge. No way to get a condom on without them noticing though. My ski pants had pockets on the side, so I took off one glove and casually slipped my right hand into my snow pants pocket. The inside of the pocket was nylon or something smooth like that, so I could gently rub my hand against my now pes which was now bulging inside the spandex long johns. I could feel my bulge straing, and I squeezed like you would if you had to stop yourself from peeing, you know, like Kegels exercises, which pulsed my cock against the tightness of the spandex material. The couple across the way was into their own world of conversation and clearly had no interest in the kid across the way. That was good given what I was doing. I also had on my ski goggles which were reflective on the outside, so I could motor them carefully without them noticing where I was looking. I played with my cock the whole ride up, and getting close to cumming a few times, but letting the feeling slide away each time as I didn’t want a big mess to deal with for the rest of the day. Once at the top, I hopped off the gondola and headed right back down the slopes to try and get another ride. My idea was to get on one of these alone and jerkoff in the condom. I even thought it would be neat to leave the condom in the gondola after I was done, though I wasn’t sure if that was worth the risk of somehow getting caught. The mountain wasn’t busy at this spot so back at the same line for the gondola I was able to wait until I was the only one, and I then entered the line. My gondola arrived and I put my skis plus poles in the holder on the outside, entered and sat down in a middle seat on the left side. Right then another skier showed up and started to board. My heart sank, knowing I wouldn’t be alone on the ride up as I had planned. He was goggled up like I was too, and as he entered he sat across from me on the right side. He took off his goggles and leaned back in his seat, while I left my goggles on, watching him, somewhat spitefully to be honest. I’d guess he was in his late 30s or early 40s, tough to say really. He was shaven but with some stubble on his face, like a 5 o’clock shadow. Taller than me, as most adults were or seemed to be to me. He was wearing a yellow skiing outfit – matching pants and jackets. Tough to say what his body type was exactly given all the gear. Probably average. The gondola door closed and we were on our way. I degloved my right hand and put it into my pant pocket as I had done on the last trip up and rubbed my bulge slowly, resolved to at least enjoy myself quietly now that my plan had been foiled. Maybe I’d make another run down and try again. After a minute I was hard, and I thought about the condom. At around then the man looked over right at me as I was rubbing my bulge still in my pants, and I hesitated. I don’t think he could see what I was doing exactly, although there was a little motion of my hand in my pants, so if you really looked maybe you could see something? I looked at the man, analyzing his features, I was reassuring myself that he wasn’t someone I had seen around somehow, or who would know me somehow. I was thinking, “I don’t know this person,” and that gave me some confidence. He then smiled at me and said “beautiful day today, don’t you think?” I replied my agreement, I might have just said “yup”. I wasn’t really used to adults addressing me unless I knew them, so it might have made me self-conscious, but his smile and the tone of his voice somehow seemed inviting? Plus the freedom of being on my own, I didn’t know him, I felt free from the idea of getting into trouble. I was encouraged. His gaze went away from me and he was looking out of the gondola windows as it took us up, and I casually reached into my jacket pocket, and found the condom I had bought earlier. I fondled the condom, toying with it in my pocket, it felt hot in my hand – probably due to my own excitement. To me a condom was a sign of sex, I thought maybe I could use that somehow and my mind quickly went through a bunch of what-if scenarios before it settled on one idea. What if I could get the guy to see the condom? An innocent accidental drop of the condom could lead to no worse than him not seeing it at all, ignoring it, or saying something. There is nothing wrong with having a condom, and accidentally dropping one probably has happened to someone before… what did I have to lose? I took the condom out and I leaned forward with it in my hand. My elbows resting on my knees and my legs spread apart, I crinkled it in my hand as loudly as I could and dropped the condom between my legs, between my ski boots. The gondola ride was actually pretty quiet, aside from the sound of rattling and clunking around at each of the polls we past by. So, when I crinkled it in my hand before dropping it I thought it was loud enough for him to hear. Whether he heard it or was watching me out of the corner of his eye, the man turned from staring öveçler escort out the window and glanced down, the yellow wrapper was pretty obvious on the black floor. I had turned my head enough after before dropping it, so it appeared I wasn’t looking at him, but my eyes behind my reflective goggles were watching him. He was looking down and he smiled, and then surprisingly he didn’t hesitate, he reached down between my feet and picked up the condom. He brought it up in front of me and said “You might have dropped something” I turned to him and took it from his hand and said “oops”, and put it back in my jacket, nervously – I was suddenly embarrassed even though I had wanted him to notice it, now that he had, it was like a called bluff. I felt flushed but my goggles hid my eyes. He was looking at me smiling still, and said something like “no worries at all” and then he sat back again. “So, are you here alone?” he asked, to which I explained my situation. I told him truthfully how I was with a friend, they went down without me due to frostbite. I am sure I was speaking in a stammering way, I was almost trying to change the subject, embarrassed about him seeing the condom even though that was the whole idea. After listeng to my story, he laughed and said “oh, I thought maybe you were staying here, and had a girlfriend waiting for you somewhere to use that condom on.” I laughed, more like a giggle probably, and said “I wish.” He laughed more and said “I know the feeling. I bet you’re petty horny… the mountain air always makes me horny too.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I just said “yeah”, and laughing because he still was too. I really don’t think he had any idea how old I was, and looking back at it, this was clearly flirting though at the time I itially thought this was just “guy talk”. I had this idea that maybe he was just saying “yeah, I get horny bro, it’s cool! We all get horny son!” Luckily he persisted even though my responses were probably less than ideal. He stopped laughing and paused maybe 30 seconds before he said, “I could help you quick with that if you wanted.” My cock had softened while this conversation happened, but once he said that I got a light headed feeling and that bulge started rising again, caught beneath my spandex long johns. I was pretty sure I knew what he was saying, but not 100%. “yeah?” was all I could muster up in response, to which he said “why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” I hesitated, but I was smiling, stupidly, still not exactly sure what he meant and after another few seconds of me looking at him with a smile, he got more specific “why don’t you show me your cock” At that point, given a direct command, I didn’t hesitate. It was “permission granted”, and the pent up desires of my normal day life, mixed with the freedom of being alone on the mountain let my normal inhibitions untie themselves. My snow pants had a couple buttons and a zipper. I fumbled a bit unbuttong and unzipping, then slid them down by lifting my butt up a bit from the seat, not fully standing up. I remember thinking it was good the sunlight was keeping the gondola warm enough. I got my snow pants down to just below my knees, and sat back, with my spandex long johns still on. The fabric was black but I was bulging pretty good in them. To be honest, I was sort of embarrassed about taking it all off, was this really happeng? But the man didn’t need any further invitation. All in one motion he got up, and then down to his knees, and pushed my knees apart and sort of slid his way in between them. He had taken his gloves off at some point, and he now grabbed at the stretchy waist band of my long johns, pulling them down. I again lifted my ass up as he worked them down, and my cock which had been pointing down now sprung up as he worked the long johns waist band down passed the downward pointed dick. He seemed to hesitate a little, maybe because I didn’t have a lot of hair down there and he might have wondered about my age right then. “Very ce” he said simply while inspecting my getals for maybe 5 to 10 seconds. For that moment I felt like the doctor was examing me for a physical, though I’d never had a full hard on with a doctor. He then grabbed my hard dick at the base with one hand, and sort of shook it, moving it around, then he was grabbing at my testicles which were dangling pretty good having been ce and warm in my underwear. While playing with my balls he looked up into my still goggled eyes, and asked “how old are you?” to which I replied with what I knew to be an acceptable answer, “18”. He kind of nodded and then he planted his face right into my groin taking my cock entirely into his mouth down to the base. I moaned my approval of his maneuver, and sank further back into my seat, spreading my legs as best I could – the snow pants and long johns made that somewhat difficult, so mainly my knees were spread apart and he leaned in over my pulled down pants that were pushed down between my legs. He sucked like a vacuum and moved his head up, letting my cock come out of his mouth, it made almost a pop like taking a lollipop out of your mouth. This guy knew what he was doing. “Tell me if we get to close to the end of the ride, we don’t want anybody catching us” he said, and I said “okay”. From my position I was facing the way the gondola was moving so I would be able to give a warng while he sucked. He immediately went back down and took me into his mouth once more, putting his hands on my thighs as he did. Then he started bobbing his head up and down, and as before, he applied a tremendous amount of suction, in particular on the way up. On the way down his mouth was open, then on the way up was this great suction. It was awesome. His hands gripped my quads as he did this, massaging and kneading them, moving his hands up and down them and digging his thumbs into my inner thighs. He was doing something with his tongue occasionally, swirling it around on the bottom of my cock, licking at the frenulum as he continued to bob his head up and down. I may normally have closed my eyes to enjoy this, but this time I was on the look out as we went over the mountain tops, through the trees. So, I was looking around outside, when I wasn’t looking down watching him take my cock down his throat. He took me out of his mouth once more and leaned in lower, licking at my hanging balls. Then he took one of my nuts into his mouth, massaging it around with his tongue, he released that one and then did the other. He briefly pendik escort looked up again and said “I could suck you all day, fuck!” He planted his face into my groin again, taking my cock all the way in. I could feel him pushing his face down, and I thrust upwards, until I could feel his teeth around the base of my shaft, and I could feel the glans of my pes hitting the back of his throat. I moaned to signal my delight, and in turn he made an excited “mmmmmmmm!” and I could feel the vibration of his guttural moan on my tool as he took every inch of me. Then he came up again, sliding his lips up my erection, applying suction along the way, and he grabbed the base again – pulling down such that it retracted my foreskin all the way down, I could tell because my glans is super sensitive. His tongue went all over the tip, which was almost too much sensation for my sensitive uncut cock head. I squirmed a bit at the intensity of the tickle on my glans and in response he took my member deep into his throat again as he continued firmly grabbing the base. He started bobbing up and down more quickly, and I watched intently as my shaft entered and withdrew from his lips. It made a slurping sound at times and his saliva had accumulated. It was serving as lubricant in his hand now, leaking down and I could feel the moistness of it in my pubic hair and dripping down onto my balls. The noise of his breathing became loud and ragged as he enthusiastically worked on my dick. Pretty soon I couldn’t help myself from propping myself up with my hands, and thrusting my hips upwards to meet his lips each time his head bobbed down on it. He positioned his hand upwards a bit on the shaft giving some room for me to withdraw and reinsert my cock on my own, and he held his head still as I was literally fucking his face, through his wet hand, without a care in the world. I was in ecstasy as I felt that tension in my lower belly rapidly coiling, and tingling up my spine. My body quivered as I continued pumping through his hand and into his mouth, his tongue swirling around each time I entered between his lips, greedily coaxing me to release my seed. I was shaking now, my ass clenching with each thrust into his face, and I was holding my breath. Suddenly the tightness in my belly intensified, I could feel my balls pull up to my body and my shaking became uncontrollable as the first spasm of my climax hit me. “I’m gonna cum!” I gasped breathlessly. *I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, forcing him down as I thrust up once more, and felt my load escape through my throbbing cock into his hungry throat. He moaned another excited “mmmmmmm” as I grunted and shot into his mouth. I stopped pumping my hips upwards as I felt my whole body begin to spasm, and I exhaled with a loud long sigh as waves of my orgasm coursed through me, falling back into my seat. As soon as I stopped humping his face he resumed his hand and head movement, clearly he wanted every drop, milking my tool with both his hand and mouth, he took shot after shot of my sperm. I felt at least 5 pulses go through me, and I could feel him swallowing as he gulped it down without stopping his movement or his vacuum like sucking. I continued to lean back, watching him as he continued to work up and down my dick, he made sure to receive every last drop I had to give him.* Slowly he changed from suction and began to lick the sides of my cock, then licking around the tip, stroking it from base to mid-shaft as I began to soften. I was entirely satisfied, and relaxed, melting into the seat. Soon it occurred to me the gondola had to be near it’s final destination. Sure enough, I was pretty confident we were only a hill or two away from seeing the end of the line, and I said “I think we’re almost there.” He looked up, dropping my now half hard phallus from his mouth, which flopped to the side. He took a look behind him toward where the gondola headed, and said “Yeah, I think we’re close… great dick man, happy to help you out.” Then he got up from his knees, moved back to the opposite side of the gondola and took his seat. I still had my snow pants and long johns down below my knees. So, as casually as I could I yanked up my long johns, tucking my cock back into them, and then pulled my snow pants, zipping and buttong them up. My dick and balls were still covered with his saliva and it was damp all around when I tucked them away again. The idea of his warm spit was a turn on even though I was pretty spent and my member was softeng. “Thanks for that man” I said, to which he laughed and said “my pleasure!” And shortly after that I could see the end of the gondola line where you got off the gondola, so we both started getting our gloves and such back on, preparing for the exit. For the last minute of the ride part of me felt a little awkward sitting here with this guy who had just been going down on me and who still must have the taste of me in his mouth. I had all the usual hang-ups of the time about being called a fag, people finding out, and I started feeling a little worried. Maybe somehow someone would find out that I had just let this guy blow me. Maybe someone in the next gondola up or behind us could see, but as I looked around they seemed way too far away for anyone to notice and the glass was tinted anyway. All of this had my attention for the last moments, and I was staring off to the side into the beautiful mountain scenery contemplating. Perhaps my compaon could sense my deep thinking, or maybe just figured I was weirded out. Either way, he didn’t say anything more, and as the gondola came to a stop the door opened, he said cheerily “enjoy the rest of the day, great weather today!” Then he hopped out without waiting for my response, grabbed his skis and off he went marching off to wherever he was headed. I followed suit, dragging my skis off to the side where a downward slope started. I popped on my skis and down I went, feeling the wetness all around my groin – the leftovers from my first and last time having sex on a gondola. When I got down the mountain to the main lodge, I went to the bathroom and I got myself hard again in a stall and put the condom on. I managed to stay semi-hard with the condom on the remainder of the day, only an hour or so I suppose. I rode home in my snow pants, and underneath, the condom stayed on neatly, with my dick trapped in those spandex long johns. I rubbed myself hard through my ski pants pocket, thinking about my experience in the gondola, and I came twice silently on the ride home in the back of my parents’ mivan. The condom did slip off at one point, maybe the last hour to home. I felt my cum hot and moist, spilling out of the condom into my bulging spandex long johns and I thought about the saliva of the man, and wondered if he could still taste me, and did I taste good. ***** /END

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