This is my first try, if you like it, let me know. Suggestions are always appreciated.
SKI PATROL
Even though I've been skiing all my life and know and should follow all the rules by now, I still can't resist breaking them every so often. The slopes get so crowded during the winter holidays with tourists, and so its especially hard to resist big drifts of fresh powder when they lie just beyond the "Out of Bounds" ropes. The ski patrol and the resort operators determine certain areas to be dangerous, so they restrict access for safety.
This particular Saturday morning, I'd been out boarding and wanted to get away from the crowds and started to push the limits. At some resorts, there are ski patrol member stationed all around just to make sure you don't go to far, think of it as a lifeguard for the mountains. I was feeling especially cocky that morning and just sort of kept pushing it. The patrolman on duty was a guy I'd been watching since last season. His name is Kirk and he's 6'3, with strong, Scandinavian good looks. Chiseled facial features, stark blue eyes and a bubble butt to die for. I was a little shorter than him, but had the same body type with Greek features. He always seemed to catch me staring at him, but I think he just laughed it off.
There were so many people around that day that I didn't even think he noticed me, but apparently he did. I managed to crash a few times, closer and closer to the ropes, and eventually just made a dash for it. I made it over the ridge and started having a good time. Nobody seemed to follow me, so I thought I'd gotten away with it. I guess I wasn't really paying attention, because I hit a patch of ice and lost my balance. I let out a yelp and immediately knew it was a mistake. Not only would Kirk hear it, but he'd eject me from the resort and maybe for the whole season. I looked up toward the ridge and there he was in his orange snowsuit shaking that gorgeous head of his, with his eyes hidden behind his mirrored goggles.
He started walking down to me on snow shoes, in an attempt not to unsettle the snow, and when he was about 15 feet from me, a rumble started above us. We both looked up to the summit of the mountain and at the same time, saw a wall of snow break loose. I tried to get my board off but with the panic, I had no luck. He started to run down to me in an attempt to help, but by that time all he could do was get down to avoid the rocks and limbs that came along with the avalanche. He ended up right next to me, face to face. I tried to look at him but all I could see was my own frightened face staring back at me through his mirrored goggles. I just screamed and so did he. I grabbed on to him and held on for dear life.
The snow washed over us and the weight and darkness of it all was overwhelming. I was still yelling when Kirk yelled back at me to "shut the fuck up! Quit yelling, you'll start another one." He took over and told me, in a whispered voice that we had to make a cave around us to keep warm and for air. He slid over on to me in order to make a bit of working room and once he was on top of me, I instantly calmed down and started to become excited. Thank god for the thick snowsuits! He told me to reach around and push the snow up to create room behind him as he did the same to me.
After a few minutes of doing this we were both tired and thirsty, so we took a break. Kirk just relaxed and lay on top of me. He fed me a little snow for moisture and wiped the dried tears away from my face and told me "don't worry, I'll take care of you." Odd as it may seem, I believed him completely. "Our cave is done " he said "so now we just have to wait to be found."
I said, "I'm sorry", I had no idea what to really say and thought that would make him less annoyed. He didn't speak for a while, but eventually smiled and just shook his head.
Then he looked at me, with his goggles still on and asked me, "why are you always staring at me? I see you in town and you stare, I see you out and you stare and I see you here and you stare. What are you gay or something?" I figured I had nothing to lose and answered him directly and said "yes and I think you're gorgeous." Surprisingly, he blushed and gave me that `aww shucks' look.
I leaned up and started to kiss his cheeks and blew on his ears. He squirmed and when he did I could feel his cock pushing against its confines. I slid my hands, still in their gloves down to his ass and gave it a good squeeze. He moaned and ground his body against mine. He reached down and grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. I felt his open palm reaching into my underwear and pulling out my rock hard cock. He slowly stroked it for me so I reached under and took his zipper in my hand and found my way into his tight boxer briefs. I knew his cock was huge, but never did I suspect this size. It had to be ten inches and as thick as a beer can.
He started to finger my ass and I knew what he wanted. I tried to open myself up but he had no patience. He forced my pants down to my knees, spread me as wide as he could and then just shoved his hard cock into my waiting and throbbing hole. It was a tight fuck in more ways than one. He was grunting and sweating and when his cock shot his load up my ass, I knew I was done. I shot my wad all over both of our jackets and almost passed out.
We both lay there for a few minutes and then heard the search dogs around us and voices. We tried to zip up and then he started to yell for the searchers. They found and dug us out. We were both able to get up and walk out to the main side, where there had been quite a bit of damage. Kirk covered for me so I wouldn't be arrested. The authorities then sent us home and Kirk offered me a ride. We went back to his house and...