Getting Apres Ski Blowjob from Young Hunk 1

My dick was going limp. Still inside his ass as we lay in the bed. The glow of the fire illuminated the room as the timber walls creaked with the strengthening breeze from outside. I could hear him breathing gently. He was sound asleep. My hand gently stroked his chest. I could feel it rise and fall under my fingertips with each intake and exhaling of the air in his lungs. Playfully I grazed my fingers over his nipples, enticing him into some kind of erotic dream as he slept. In my mind I relived the thrill of tonight.

Mark and I had decided to take a bit of time out before going home for Christmas. College was finished for the year but we still had a few days before our families expected us to go home and join them for the holidays. We had been room mates for the past two years and over that time had grown to be best friends. It was never anything more serious than just friends. Not until tonight anyway. I knew he was attractive. Everything in proportion. Right height, right colouring, right everything. It was no coincidence that for the past few months my cock twitched every time he returned to our dorm room from the showers. His body, not overtly rippling with muscle, but plenty of definition would still be dripping with water. Only a towel wrapped around his waist. A slight spraying of soft lightly coloured hairs would be matted down on his chest. His blond hair would be messed up, shaved at the sides, a little longer on top. His big eyes, the most piercing brown eyes I've ever seen, just seemed to light up the room the moment he walked in.

So this was our weekend. In the mountains, away from college, away from families and away from everyone we knew. Just us. No women to hassle us -- and believe me, Mark had plenty of those at college. Just the snow, the ski-ing and nothing more.

We'd spent the day on the slopes, getting a feeling for our new surroundings. Just enjoying the sensation of rushing down the mountain side. The fresh breeze blowing past us as the sun shone down. Mark looked like he was born to do this. His amazing white smile warmed me up every time I looked over at him. His slightly stubbly face looked so inviting. It was lucky I was wearing plenty of layers. My own mind was awakening to the idea that I might be falling for my best friend. Maybe it was wrong, but something inside just took over. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any girl or boy before.

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The day faded into the evening. Miles of ski slopes had slid underneath us as we sat at the restaurant for dinner. I was still studying him closely. I'd practically lived with the guy full time for the past two years but it wasn't until tonight when I really studied his features that I understood what all those countless women back on campus saw in him. I never really noticed the tiny dimple in his cheek when he smiled. The way his deep eyes just seemed to absorb and invite everything around him. The way his face, left unshaven for about a day, looked so warm and welcoming, just temping you to reach out and stroke.

I spent the entire evening readjusting my pants. Thankful that my crotch was hidden from view by the shiny wooden table. I must have drank more than I usually would do. Trying to settle my nerves as my mind raced with questions. Why was it only today that started to feel this way about him? We ate and we talked. By the end of the evening I didn't care why anymore. I knew what I wanted now. If only to try. Maybe it was to get this out of my system. I didn't know. I didn't care. I just wanted to do it.

Walking back to our cabin, the cold night air hit us both. We hadn't taken any coats over to the restaurant. It was just a few minutes walk from there to the cabin and we didn't think we'd need them. Just as we approached the cabin I went on ahead a little way to unlock the door. Just as I reached out to put the key in I felt something very cold and very wet hit the back of my neck. A snowball. I turned around as Mark stood, bent over just a few yards behind me laughing.

Rising to the challenge, I put the key back into my pocket and scooped up a load of snow from the ground. Mark wasn't exactly a difficult target to hit. He appeared to be paralysed with all his laughing. He looked up just in time to see me release the mound of snow from my hand as it hit the side of his head. He reacted almost immediately. Gathering another mound of snow as this time it was my turn to do the laughing. He came up towards me, I made an attempt to get away, but the snow was too deep. He pulled the neck of my sweatshirt open a little way and threw the icy cold snow down onto my warm body. My vocal chords appeared frozen with the shock. Once again my friend was doubled up, unable to move or speak for laughing.

Eventually I regained my composure and did the only thing I could. I grabbed hold of him and pulled him down to the ground. I sat on top of him and proceeded to bombard his face, neck and every other part of him with small snowballs that I made up as I went along. The pair of us just stayed on the ground, rolling around in the snow like a pair of six year olds.

Mark managed to throw me off him and flipped me over onto my back before I had a chance to even attempt a get away. He threw his entire body on me so that he was lying on top of me. I looked up. The clear night sky and thousands of small twinkling stars framed his perfectly chiselled features. The laughing died out. He hauled himself up and reached an arm out and helped me to my feet. I took the key out of my pocket once more and opened the door to the cabin.

Inside the whole room was comfortably warm. We had lit the fire before we had gone out to dinner. The wood crackled as the room gently glowed. The perfect setting as Mark started to strip out of his by now soaking wet clothes.

He pulled his thick woollen sweater off. His lean body revealed only to me. A small drop of water from the melted snow dripped down his chest, around his navel and was soaked up by the line of black hairs running down below the belt of his jeans. I couldn't move. I just watched. Mark's actions appeared to be deliberately slow. We'd dressed and undressed in front of each other countless times before. But not like this. This was different. Special. I broke my gaze from his body when I realised that he'd thrown the sweater on the railings at the side of the fire. His eyes seemed to be looking towards me but not at me. I smiled a nervous grin and began to peel my own jumper off.

As I raised the sodden material over my head, momentarily covering my face, I heard Mark's footsteps on the wooden floor coming towards me. My heart rate increased. All the air was quickly expelled from my body as I felt a pair of cold hands take me around the waist. I held the jumper over my head for far longer than was necessary to get the thing off. Mark pressed himself against me. I could feel that treasure trail of hair press against my own smooth stomach. The hands moved from my waist and took hold of my jumper, gently pulling it off. I blinked as my eyes were met by the light once again. Met by the light and by the sight of Mark's deep brown eyes looking back into my own.

Bending his head slightly down, our gaze never seemed to break. His lips touched mine. He pulled back and look straight at me once again. I smiled. I moved in this time, lips touching once again and our mouths opened. I raised my hands up to his face, to stroke that light covering of stubble as out lips pressed hard against each others. My tongue slipped inside Mark's mouth, before he pushed back into my mouth. We seemed to spend hours and hours locked in this passionate clinch. Savouring every taste of each other.

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