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The flight took off from Metro at 6:00 am, which meant we had to be at the airport by 4:30 am -- ouch! But it was worth it. We arrived at Denver International Airport at 7:30 am local time. Mr. Perez, Eric's father, was in sales for some pharma company. If a salesman hit a certain level of sales, the company gave him a trip somewhere. Mr. Perez was excited because this was the first year they could go on the skiing tripl. No one under 16 was allowed at the resort.
What this meant, was that there were other families that had also chosen the Colorado ski trip. I also learned that we weren't going to Vail exactly, but to another ski area called Summit County. Eric had heard skiing in Colorado and just assumed it was Vail. We had to board a motorcoach after we got our luggage. Everything was planned. The motorcoach would take us right to the ski resort -- one called Keystone. We'd get fitted for skis and be given lessons, since none of us had skied before. At 5pm, the coach would pick us up and take us to our lodging, where our luggage would be waiting for us. After supper, we could go back since the resort had night skiing.
That first day was a blast. And the view was amazing. I'd never been to the mountains before and their beauty and grandeur took my breathe away. The day was sunny and cool, but overall really pleasant. The only time you got overly cold was as we rode the chairlift. This was several years before that "Frozen" movie came out, but I think we could have written the plot, as we amused ourselves trying to out gore the other with stories of getting stuck or of the chair lift falling, shit like that.
Eric and I fell more times than I can count, but by 4pm we were racing down the blue slopes. The whole day was just comfortable. We never were at a loss for something to talk about. I found out Eric was a sci-fi and fantasy fan, so we talked about books and games. We laughed and ribbed each other. We were just two guys having fun.
At 4:00 we were on the back side of the mountain and figured we better head back. We were exhausted and hungry. We got on the chair lift for our last run. For the first time that day, we were both quiet. I think we were both just thinking about the day and enjoying the view. About half way up, Eric quipped, "I hope they have a hot tub at the place, I could sure use a good soak. I ache more than after two-a-days." He was referring to the first three weeks of football practice when they had two practices a day.
I gave a short laugh, "Yeah -- that would be nice -- I don't get to sit in one too often."
"You want to come back for night skiing?" Eric asked.
"Maybe another night, I think I just want to relax in some hot water. A nice massage wouldn't hurt either. Think they got a masseuse at the resort?"
Eric laughed this time, "No -- but maybe I could use one too."
We were quiet again for a couple minutes. When we got close to the top, Eric looked over at me like he was about to say something. He hesitated and then kind of blurted it out.
"Hey, I got an idea -- let's race down the slope -- loser has to give the winner a massage."
Without thinking, I asked, "a full body massage?" I had meant it as a joke, but Eric replied quickly -- "Yeah -- sure."
I looked at Eric; he looked at me. Suddenly I had a sexual vibe feel between us. You know what I mean when your groin suddenly gets a little tingly. I had no doubt I was reading him wrong, it couldn't possibly be what a small part of mind hoped it was, but hell -- it was a massage at least.
By this time we were approaching the top of the lift. I kept staring at Eric like I was trying to weigh the option of taking him up on the wager. As soon as my skis hit the slope, I pushed myself off the the chair and launching ahead of him I called over my shoulder, "You're on!"
"You dick," he cried after me and raced to keep up. Neither of us were very proficient yet, especially with us racing. We both tripped up several times; it's amazing we didn't injure ourselves. In the end, I managed to eek out the win.
I turned to Eric and with a laugh quipped, "I can already feel your hands on my back. It's going to feel so good." No sooner had the words come out of my mouth than I wished I could recall them. Shit, I thought, that sounded so gay!
Eric looked at me with a knowing smile, like he knew what I just thought. But all he did was respond simply with, "You're gonna be putty in my hands, Mat -- after the massage I'll have you in my power," Eric finished it off with a diabolical laugh that had me cracking up.
I got out of our skis and headed to the coach. The place we were staying was about 15 minutes from Keystone. We were over awed when we got there. The place we were staying at was one huge mansion, for lack of a better term. Inside, it had 8 bedrooms, a kitchen area, two large family rooms, and most amazing of all three hot tubs -- two outside (one in an attached heated shelter and the other just out in the open) and one in the basement. There were four families staying here. Two of the other families had three kids, the other had four. Five of the rooms had king beds, and the other three had two sets of bunk beds. The other three families took the bunk bed rooms. The parents took four of the king beds. Between the three families, there were four girls and six guys, (eight guys including us).
Eric and I got the fifth king bedroom. Mr. Perez grimaced at that, but said, "Well it's a king size, so if you sleep on the two ends, it's like you're on different beds." The cool thing was our bedroom was the only one in the basement -- by the indoor hot tub. The bunk bed rooms were on the main floor and the rest of the king beds were on the top floor.
As Eric and I unpacked, Mr. Perez came back in. "I left a little present for the two of you in the fridge down here. Just a couple of things -- 1 -- drink them down here -- 2 -- no more than 3 a night, and 3 -- once you have one, you're in for the night."
As soon as we heard him climb up the stairs, we rushed over to the fridge and opened the door. Inside were two twelve packs of Coors, "Holy Shit," I exclaimed, "your dad lets you drink?"
"Not usually," Eric said with a grin. He grabbed a beer and tossed it to me then grabbed one for himself. Just then we heard someone practically run down the steps. We glanced around and saw Tim and Kevin, brothers from Minnesota. In their hands were two pizza boxes. Tim was about 6"1' broad shoulders, typical blonde hair, blue eyed German looking youth you'd expect from Minnesota. The other brother, though, couldn't have looked different. He was only about 5" 8' with brown eyes and medium brown hair. But then they both smiled at the sight of the beer and the family resemblance became obvious from the near identical dimples in their cheeks.
Eric tossed them a couple of beers as well, as Kevin laid the pizza boxes on the table and flipped up the lids. I guess I should describe the room a bit. This place was a teenage boy's paradise. On the one side was the hot tub area, with a bathroom and shower off to one side. On the other side of the room was an enormous flat screen TV. It must have been plasma or some shit like that. It had a nintendo system, DVD, and DISH satellite with all the channels (even, as we would find our later in the week, the adult channels). There was a bar, with a fridge and sink. In the middle was a foosball table and there was even a pinball game. And, of course, off to one side, was our bedroom.
We each grabbed several pieces of pizza and plopped down on a faux leather couch in front of the TV. Tim found the remote and started flipping through the channels. On one of the movie channels, the Incredibles was just starting to play, and he settled on that after we all said that was fine. We'd all seen it before, so we were able to talk as we ate, drank and watched.
Eric repeated his dad's rules about the beer, and the both boys said they'd had had enough skiing for one day, and was more than content to hang out at the house. They both wanted a soak in the hot tub as well.
"I know people always ask Tim and me if we brothers, but we could be taken as twins, compared to the two of you," Kevin quipped at one point.
Eric and I looked at each other and laughed. "We're not brothers, we're just bros," Eric replied putting his arm around my shoulder and explained how his older brother hadn't been able to come.
We talked football, ribbing each other about who had the worst team (Lions or Vikings), moved on to hockey and baseball. We laughed at the movie and again, like earlier today, it was just great fun. Four guys hanging.
About 6:30, Mr. Perez and Mr. Grotus (Tim and Kevin's dad) came down the steps. "I see you boys have decided to stay in tonight," Mr. Perez observed with a smile.
"I am so sore, dad, I think that's enough skiing for my first day." Eric replied stretching as if to emphasize the point.
"Well, everyone else is heading back," Mr. Grotus said. "your dad told me his rules about the beer and I just got a couple more -- first, the other kids don't get any, especially the girls -- their parents have said `no' -- and second, the girls are not allowed down here in the basement. Not our rules, but theirs."
Mr. Perez, stared at the fridge for a moment. With a little smirk, he opened the door and grabbed one of the 12-packs. "You know I remember what it was like as teen, I think I'll make sure you aren't tempted to break your limit. You can have this back tomorrow night." With that, he and Mr. Grotus walked upstairs, 12-pack in tow.
We'd later find out that one of the families was from Utah and the other from Alabama. It wasn't just because the kids were underage that they couldn't drink. Both families were against drinking period. And both had strict rules about boys and girls interacting unsupervised. But here again, it seems the more rules parents lay down the more kids will try to get around them. I know for a fact that at least one of the `bama boys and one of the Utah girls hooked up that week and did the deed, but that's not really germane to this story!
About 15 minutes later, we heard a large commotion and the front door opened and closed several times as the rest of the house headed out for night skiing. By the end of the movie, we had finished our second beer and, if my own feelings were any indication, we were all slightly buzzed.
"Who's ready for the hot tub?" Tim asked, peeling off his shirt.
"Hell ya," I replied, "let me go get my suit on."
"You don't need your suit," Tim stated, already pushing his pants and underwear off. "It's just us guys, and the even if the girls we at the house, they're not allowed down here." Kevin was following suit and with a splash, both brothers submerged themselves in the water. Eric was already getting undressed as well. He looked at me with a look that seemed to say, "well, you coming?"
I think my face must have flushed slightly, as I pulled off my shirt, because Kevin laughed and said, "what you never been naked around boys before?"Kevin stood up out of the water so his crotch was visible. He gyrated his hips a couple of times causing his dick to swing some. "You missing one of these of something?"
I couldn't help but stare at his groin. His dick hung down about four inches, but that wasn't what surprised me. What caught my eye was that he was smooth as a babe -- he had no hair around his crotch at all. I also realized he had no hair on his chest or arms either.
"Where's all your hair?" I asked without thinking.
Kevin sank back into the water. I was naked by this time and stepped into the tub. Personally, I wasn't overly hairy, but I had a nice dark bush around my nads. I knew most guys had at least some, if not most of their pubes by our age.
With a smile and small laugh, he answered simply, "I swim," as if that should explain everything.
Tim rolled his eyes. "What pretty boy over there means is that all swimmers shave during their competitive season. It's supposed to reduce drag in the water." With a rueful grin at his brother, Tim continued. "Most just shave their legs, chest and arms. Others, go all out and take it all off. I don't even want to know how he gets his ass hairs."
Kevin splashed him with water and quipped back, "You just wish it were you who did it." The boys proceeded to rib each other in what was obviously a long running taunting competition. Eric and I joined in, as we increasingly called each other's manliness into question, put down each others preferred sport (Tim played baseball), and generally behaved like teenage boys who had had a couple of beers.
After about 20 minutes, we started getting too warm in the tub. Tim pushed himself up onto the edge and sat with his legs still in the water. This put his crotch pretty much at eye level. The water had matted down the hair around his crotch as well as on his legs. His hair was a pale yellow blonde which wasn't all that obvious dry, but as more noticeable wet. I couldn't help but notice that he wasn't as big as his brother.
Soon we all followed, sitting on the edge like Kevin. We sat there for a couple of minutes and then, again following Tim's lead, got towels and dried off. We wrapped our towels around our waists and walked over to the table. There was still some pizza left, we each grabbed a slice and nuked it to heat it up again. We grabbed the last beers and sat back on the couch, still only in our towels.
There was a Harry Potter marathon going on, so we let that play as we talked some more. At one point Kevin got up and made some popcorn and grabbed some cokes, since the beers were gone. As the popcorn popped, he threw his towel over a chair and just went around in the buff. The rest of us didn't shed our towels right away, but as each of us got up for something, we followed suit and ditched our towels as well.
There wasn't anything sexual about it, at least not overtly. It wasn't like we were boning up or anything. We were just hanging out.
About the time the movie ended, we heard the front door open and the clatter of everyone returning from skiing. It was around 12:30 am I noticed. Without comment, we all got up and threw our pants on. None of us bothered with underwear.
"I think it's time to hit the hay," I said with a yawn. The others agreed and, after saying goodnight, Tim and Kevin headed upstairs to their room.
Eric and I walked into our room, I pushed my pants down and pulled on a pair of sleep shorts I had taken out of my suit case. Eric was putting on a pair of sweats.
As I climbed into bed, he looked over at me and asked, "You ready for your massage?"
I looked over at him, with a little shocked look on my face. I hadn't exactly forgotten about it, but had figured he wouldn't really want to do it, and I didn't want to seem "gay" for asking.
As if reading my mind, he asked with a chuckle, "what? you thought I'd welch on my bet? Lay down, and let me get to work."
"Fuck yeah," I replied with a sudden grin. I laid down in the middle of bed, face down and let out an involuntary sigh of contentment as Eric's hands began to knead my shoulders.
More to come ...
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