*** Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of mm situations -- some of them pretty intense. If you are underage or illegal for you to view -- please go away. ***
I laid on the bed face down. Eric straddled my leg and leaned forward to begin the massage. I couldn't help but sigh as he kneaded my shoulders. My muscles were still a little tight, even after the hot tub. With the early morning departure, the hard day of skiing, the beers, the pizza, and let's not forget the hot tub, I was quickly drifting off to land of zzz's. I thought I heard Eric call my name, but all I could manage was a barely audible grumble.
As I was approaching the point of no return, I felt Eric lift off my legs and scoot back just a little. His hands were slowly working my entire back, moving lower and lower. Again, as Eric kneaded the muscles of my lower back, I thought I heard him call my name out again. This time, I couldn't even rouse myself to give any sort of grunt. Eric shimmied back farther, and I think his hands did as well.
As I was on the verge of complete black out, what happened next may very well have been a dream.
I felt his hands start to caress my ass. He started gently, and then a little more forceful. After a minute, he tugged on my sleep shorts, like he wanted to pull them off. Feeling like I was in a trance, I lifted my midsection up and felt my shorts been pulled off. Eric continued to knuckle my two cheeks, but on occasion, one hand would drift and trace my crack. Each time he did, my body gave a little shiver. I swear he even pushed at my hole once or twice.
But again -- this may have all been a dream on my part.
Suddenly he stopped. I heard him get up and I figured he must be done. When then I felt his hands begin on my feet. He worked his way up my legs, making sure he rubbed and massaged every inch. Eventually he was kneading my thighs. When he got to the top of my legs, he moved his hands right in between and started rubbing the spot where my legs met -- you know behind the nut sack. He pushed hard and suddenly I boned as he found one spot that felt incredible. I exhaled suddenly overcome by an amazing sensation. It was the first sound I had made since he had begun his ministrations.
His hand froze for a second, but he must have been placated by the fact that I had kept my eyes closed. Almost involuntarily I pushed down into his hand, which had become stationary between my legs. Eric recognized that as permission to continue and his rubbing of my perineum (I learned that term much later on!) began again. It's a good thing that when I laid down my prick was pointed up, because he was definitely beginning to grow.
He continued for a couple more minutes, and then getting up, he pulled my sleep shorts back up. I lifted at the right moment and was covered again. I muttered a very grumbled, "Thank-you," and I was out.
I'm not sure how much time passed, but I roused at some point. The room was completely dark except for some light from the activity room coming in through a crack in the door. I was still in the dead center of the bed. Somehow Eric had gotten the covers over me. I could sense more then see Eric lying next to me on the right side of the bed. I didn't move, and barely opened my eyes.
Something had woken me up, but I wasn't sure what. Then I realized Eric wasn't lying still. He was on his back and his hand was shaking. It was moving up and down like he was ...
No.... he couldn't be! I'd never have the gall to do that with another guy in the same room, let alone in the same bed But as I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the darkness, I saw that sure enough, Eric had his sweats pushed down to his thighs and he was slowly stroking his cock. I'd seen Eric's dick before - in the locker room and of course the day in his bedroom -- not to mention all evening! Like me, he wasn't huge. Both the Minnesota boys were larger than us soft. But man had that thing grown. It gave a noticeable tent to the covers.
Eric was slowly moving his hand up and down. I could tell his eyes were closed. I wished I could dip my head under the sheets and see and see the real thing. I didn't even consider whether that was gay or not, I just wanted to see it. My own manhood was responding to the thought of Eric pleasuring himself and I felt an almost irresistible urge to fondle myself. After a couple of minutes, Eric raised his knees up and arched his back slightly. His pace quickened a bit. He let out a sigh of contentment.
The urge became too strong, I slowly rolled over on my back and moved my hand into my shorts. I tried to act like I was still asleep, but at my motion Eric stopped stilled. I wanted to lie still as well, but with my hand on my shaft, i could stop myself from stroking. The need was so great. The whole day and evening just suddenly blossomed in my mind -- I could feel Eric's leg resting against mine on the plane, his voice that I had listened to all day, his laughter, being naked with him and the Grotus brothers.
I spread my legs in imitation of Eric and started stroking, not caring that he was right next to me. After a second, I heard Eric resume his own fondling. I'm not sure which of us did it, or if we both did at the same time, but I felt the sheet start to pull back as one and then the other of us pushed it off with our feet.
Suddenly there we were, naked down to our legs, cocks in hand, beating away. I looked over at Eric and saw him looking over at me. Our eyes met and his gaze traveled right to my groin. My head flew back into the pillow, my groin arched up and I erupted. With a splat, my first wad struck the wall behind my head. The second one landed on my forehead, the third on my chest. Fuck -- but I've never come so hard in my life. Eric followed right behind me, having similar forceful eruptions.
I could feel the cum on my forehead and wiped it off with my hand, which I then wiped on the bed.. Suddenly what we had just done crashed down on me. I started to freak a little.
Eric looked over at me and just said, "Damn dude -- that was intense. He had a pair of underwear next to him, obviously prepared. He used it wipe himself up and then handed it to me. "Here."
"Thanks," I said, taking the piece of clothing. Suddenly his smell hit me. I'd smelled my cum before, but Eric's was slightly different, and I thought, not altogether unpleasant.
I used a clean area to wipe the spunk off the wall and off my chest and then tossed the underwear on the floor.
Eric looked at me with a shit eating grin, rolled onto his side and promptly fell asleep.
I couldn't get back to sleep so quickly. I kept reliving the fact that Eric and I had jack-off together in this bed. Would it happen again? Did I want it too? I had to grin at myself because I knew the answer to that last question. But what would tomorrow be like. Would it be awkward? Would it be....
I apparently was extremely tired, for at that point I drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, I felt a sharp jab in my side.
"Wake up sleepy head. Time to hit the slopes again." I drifted back to reality. Eric was up and dressed. I sat up, stretched and yawned. Eric was looking at me with a shit eating grin on his face. Suddenly he laughed.
"What?" I shot back, a little surly. It takes me a bit to wake up.
"Probably should wash your face before you head upstairs. Especially your forehead."
"What??" I snaked back, still trying to clear my head. I scratched my nails over my forehead and was mortified to feel and see crusty flakes come off. My face must have turned beet red and it suddenly felt like 200 degrees around my collar.
Eric just bent over laughing. At just that moment, our bedroom door whipped open and Kevin and Tim rushed in.
"What's so funny?" I tried to cover up my head, but that just showed them where to look. At first I don't think they realized what was so comedic, but then knowing smiles crept up their faces.
"Damn, dude, was that a hit or a miss?" That was Kevin -- he's the shorter dark haired one. All three started cracking up again.
I started to flush again -- but this time with some anger. Fuck -- that last thing I needed was to be the butt of this type of joke all day.
I think Tim -- he's the blonde norse god looking one -- sensed the simmering (or not so simmering) ire. "Hey Mat, no sweat -- we at not laughing at you -- it's totally with you. Kev and I think you and Eric are the coolest guys we met in a while." Tim gave me such a warm look that my anger evaporated instantly and I suddenly did see the humor in it. Laughter welled up from my chest.
See the tension diffused, Tim continued, "So.... hit or miss?"
The blank look on my face must have communicated the fact that I was lost, and had no idea what he was talking about.
Kevin and Tim looked at each other with little smirks and Tim simply replied, "Think about it, it'll come to you." As he said that he licked his lips slightly. Were they thinking that I had been aiming for my mouth? If I said miss -- that was the implication. But if I said hit -- I had intended to spluge on myself. There didn't seem to be a safe manner to answer that. Except ... the old standard come back. ...
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I had stood up by that time and gotten dressed, I was walking passed them as I gave my rejoinder. Since it seemed fitting, I gave Tim a smack on the ass as I said it. Everyone just laughed.
I was about to head upstairs, when Eric tugged my arm and whispered in my ear, "Bathroom -- your forehead!" I flushed again, thinking I had just been about to advertise to the entire house about my nocturnal game play. I rushed into the john, washed my face and drained my bladder while I was there.
Satisfied that all evidence of cum were washed away, I rejoined the others and we headed up the stairs. As I reached the top step, it dawned on me that my worries of it being awkward had been completely unfounded. The dried cum on my forehead had actually helped ensure the ice was broken.
The four of us were inseparable that day. And we all got along awesomely. We'd rotate who rode with whom on the chairlifts, and at least as far as I was involved, it was equally easy to hang and talk with any of the three guys.
Just like yesterday, most of the day was filled with trying to bust each other's balls. It was all in good fun, no one was picked on more than anyone else.
Around noon, we stopped for lunch. We grabbed a couple of hot dogs, chips and cokes and found a table. Now what I am going to share with you next, you will no doubt think that I included it for poetic effect, but I swear it's true!
I like mayonnaise on my burgers and the mayonnaise at this place was stored in plastic squeeze bottles. The bottle I grabbed was about half full, so I shook to get the sauce to the top of the container. When I first squeezed it to get some out, nothing happened, so I shook it again. Now, I'm not sure if I squeezed it or what, but as I was coming up and back down, a spluge of mayonnaise erupted from the spout, sailed across the table and nailed Tim on the forehead.
There was this silence at the table, as we all took in what happened. All I could think to say was, "Fuck, I missed."
And we all busted up laughing! Tim, hardly missing a beat, swiped his finger through the mayonnaise and then licked it off his finger. "You sauce tastes pretty good, hoss -- you might need to give me some more."
Again we all busted up laughing. I looked over at Tim and got a little of a shock. His smile said he was joking, but I almost got the impression that with his eyes, he was telling he was serious. Just like the day before with Eric, I felt an almost electric sexual buzz rip through my groin.
We finished up our meal and headed back out to the slope. For the rest of the afternoon we continued to hit the trails, racing, joking, and having an awesome time. We still switched up on the lifts, but it seemed to me that Tim and I rode up together more often than not. Probably just my imagination, I thought.
At 4:30 we were once again at the top of the slope, readying for our final run of the day. We had all decided to spend the evening soaking in the hot tub and playing nintendo. Maybe catch a movie or two. Eric spoke up, "So what's the stakes, gentlemen?"
"Stakes?" Kevin inquired.
"Yesterday, Mat and I had a wager on who would make it down first. He won and I want a rematch, but didn't think it'd be kosher to leave you to out."
"What were the stakes yesterday?" Tim aksed.
I'm not sure I wanted to say, but Eric apparently felt no compunction, "a full-body massage."
Tim replied without hesitation, "Sounds good -- how about the last two have to give massages to the first two - the winner gets to pick who gives him the massage."
"You're on," I said and without hesitation, pushed off, hoping to get an small advantage. The other three were quick behind. I had been steadily gaining confidence all day and was determined to win. I really thought I would, but at the last moment, Kevin pulled ahead of me and scored first place. I did manage to easily come in second, as at the last turn Tim managed to trip into Eric and they both went down.
Fuck yeah -- I was getting another massage.
More to come ...
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