Come Christmas Steve

Come Christmas Steve

Chapter 5

Doing What Comes Natural

I gave the cabbie a twenty for an $18.59 fare and told him to keep the change. He rolled his eyes as he said, "Gee, thanks." Hey, I was a college student, what could he expect? When Steve and I entered our floor, the place was still mostly deserted. The TV was on in the commons and the place appeared to be vacant.

Steve, being the way he was, set his bag down and walked in to shut it off. "I hate it when guys leave it running," he grumbled under his breath. He stopped dead in his tracks, however, and bit his thumb. He motioned me over, pressing a finger to his lips.

I crept silently forward until I was beside him and then it was my turn to bite my knuckle. There, on the floor in front of the couch, was Whittaker with his grey shorts pulled down to his knees and his t-shirt up over his head, tucked behind his neck. His enormous dick was being clutched in both his hands with room to spare as he stroked himself, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape. His head was cocked back and his back slightly arched giving the impression that he was about to reach the finale. His size 14 feet were clad in grey ankle socks and his toes were curled. Then, he drew in a gasping breath and held it. He pulled the skin down tight with both hands, burying his lower hand deep within his bright red pubic bush. A wave started at his head whipped through his body from his neck to chest to abs to buttocks to thighs to calves and toes, culminating in a large blast of cum spewing across his chest causing him to jerk as if jolted with a surge of electricity.

He resumed jacking himself at that point, slow and deliberate, as the rest of his load was expelled. Then he dropped flat against the carpet and laid both hands to his sides, breathing slow and cherishing the moment. His cum covered chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. Small globs of white cum hung in the tangle of blaze red pubic hair. Steve and I continued biting our knuckles and shaking with guilty laughter over our voyeurism. I started to clap, but Steve gripped my wrist and stopped me. He shook his head no and gave a nod toward the door. I returned an understanding nod and we crept away without detection, leaving Whittaker to enjoy his post cum glow without any unnecessary embarrassment. I was fully boned from watching him, and I glanced at Steve to see he was also. How could we not be?

When our door was shut, we broke out laughing. "Oh my god, that was incredible," I said. "He had no idea we were watching him."

"That was pretty hot all right. I couldn't believe you were going to start clapping."

"I know. I'm glad you stopped me. It was just such a great show, it deserved some applause, I thought."

Steve snickered. "True, but it's better we didn't." He flopped up onto his bed and motioned for me. I crawled up and lay along side of him. "It was a wonderful trip up to your ranch. Thank you for insisting that I go home with you. I'm kind of glad to be back here in a way, though. Here with you in our place." I twisted to look into his eyes. I wanted to gauge what he was meaning by the use of the phrase 'our place'. I couldn't discern anything. Since I was close, I moved in for a kiss. He met me halfway and we melted our lips into each other. He slipped his hand and gripped my bulging dick through my jeans. I moaned. He slid his hand up and maneuvered my snap open, then tugged my zipper down. I just kept the kiss going while he tugged at my jeans. I reached down and helped get them down off my hips and butt. My burgeoning dick sprang up gratefully for the freedom from the imprisoning, tight jeans. Still without interrupting our kissing and lip nibbling, Steve's firm grip found my hardness beneath the fabric of my tented boxers. I moaned again as he wrapped his hand around it. Slowly and seductively, he pulled on me while we made out.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't been reciprocating at all and felt selfish and rude because of it. I reached for the brass snap on his jeans and he gently brushed me away and then pulled his lips away. "No. This is just for you. This is my way to say thanks for taking me home and being so kind to me." I began to protest, but he shushed me with his tongue. The sensual make-out session lasted for probably ten more minutes with him gently stroking me while our tongues danced against one another. Steve broke the kiss and wiggled himself lower. He let go of my dick and pulled my shirt up over my head and off, tossing it to the floor. He found my dick again and began slowly tugging at it once more while he nibbled at my nipples, alternating from side to side. With his free hand, he traced a finger lightly across my brow, closed eyelids, down my nose and across my lips over and over while he stroked and nibbled on me. I was writhing slowly, lost in an erotic nirvana.

Next, he slid further down and pulled my boxers free, sliding them along with my jeans down to my ankles and then completely off, rendering me completely nude. He spread my legs and climbed between them, licking and nibbling at my thighs. I never knew I was slightly ticklish there before that instance, but each little nibble caused me to gasp and wiggle. As he nibbled and teased me there, he fondled my abs and nipples with both hands in a sort of massage. Then he expanded his roaming to include my sides and as far up under my lower back as he could reach. He extended his reach up to my neck and shoulders and down my arms alternating from firm pressure to lightly tickling my skin.

Finally, after possibly fifteen more minutes of this treatment, he slipped his hands under my butt cheeks, squeezing them in his fingers, and licked my balls with the same rapt intensity that I'd seen calves licking at a salt block. One by one, he suctioned my orbs into his warm, inviting mouth and played with them. I rose onto my elbows and watched intently as he hungrily slurped my baby makers, as we'd called them in high school, in and out of his talented mouth. He was eliciting new, uncharted sensations of erotic pleasure within my retracting testicles, fighting to draw up within me in preparation of a mind numbing orgasm. They were no match, however, against the pull of his tempestuous mouth.

The final straw, pun intended, was Steve's slow, tongue bathing ascent from behind my scrunched up ball sac up over that soft, compacted orb and on up the underside of my stone hard shaft. He made one orbit around the ridge of my glans before plunging down over my thick, hot staff. Oh, the moist warmth of his broad tongue curling around the underside of my aching dick while my cock head was forced against the soft, spongy barrier at the back of his throat was just too much to overcome. As soon as he opened up and took the tip of my dick into his expanded gullet and pressed his nose deep into my pubis, I lost all five of my senses and drifted into a sexual auto eroticism that took control of my body and soul and shook me like a rag doll. Bolts of electric sexuality surged through me as I jettisoned shot after shot of thick, hot cream into Steve's gulping cavern. Almost involuntarily, I cried out, "Cum, Shaney cum!" from habit or what, I don't know. Steve nearly gagged as I cried out in his attempt to stifle a laugh without abandoning his post. He managed it though and continued to suck Little Shaney dry.

When it was over, I collapsed backward on the bed and my senses slowly returned. The first one was my sense of smell and I smelled my own body odor. My body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and my breathing was labored. My mouth was wide open to accommodate my need to ventilate my lungs and replenish oxygen to my brain. I mentally forced myself to recall and relive the powerful tingling that had just wracked my body from head to toe and I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, if not the best one ever.

The second sense to return was that of touch. Steve continued to hold my quivering dick within the warm confines of his sweet mouth, lolling it gently about with his smooth tongue, careful not to over-stimulate. When I began to droop, he let my languid penis slip ever so smoothly from his mouth. He climbed from between my legs and crawled up to lie alongside my naked torso. He placed a hand to my cheek and turned my face to allow a kiss. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue as we slowly, tenderly closed this life altering experience with soft gentle kisses. My sense of taste had definitely returned.

I opened my eyes and smiled at him. I said what came to mind without filtering it. The sound of my voice lilted in the otherwise silent room. "My god, I love you."

He didn't break eye contact. He didn't speak. He simply kissed me again. Then he said, "You need a shower and so do I. Let's go." He crawled over me and stripped naked. His fine penis stood half committed, neither hard nor soft. He grabbed a towel and tossed me one. I followed him down the hall to the communal showers, which were completely empty. He reached in and started the water of the end stall, spraying the nozzle about to make sure it was fully rinsed. I started the water in the next stall and Steve stepped over and turned it back off. "We only need one."

I smiled and followed him into the end stall. We fell into each other and pressed our bodies together. Our hands roamed over each other as the warm water massaged our back sides. We slow danced in a circle alternating the flow of the water on each other. When his back was in the stream of water, I pushed away and went to my knees and took his stiffened dick in my fingers to guide it to my mouth and return the sexual favor he had given me. He stopped me and pulled me back to my feet. I looked at him quizzically, and then panic set in. He wasn't gay. He didn't want or need me. What he had just done for me was truly just a matter of being merciful and appreciative. It had been merely a favor to the gay boy for showing him a good time at Christmas. I had professed my feelings of love toward him and that had probably worried him. I opened my mouth to apologize and beg for his continued friendship but nothing came out.

He must have read my troubled mind because he took my face in his hands and said, "No, Shane. I told you, that back there in our room was just for you. If I let you reciprocate, it becomes about me. Just let me enjoy the pleasure of giving that gift without any expectations. I could tell you liked receiving it as much as I liked giving it. That makes me happier than any orgasm could. Just hug me." And I did.

I don't remember drying off or climbing in bed. I don't remember what conversation we might have had or if anyone had seen us walking naked, hand in hand down the hallway back to our room, towels draped lazily over our necks. I only remember his body pressed to mine as we kissed and fondled each other in the warm spray of the shower until the water turned cold. They only kept one small water heater operating during break.

The next day I booked and finalized the big New Year's Steve trip I'd found as a surprise. Steve was dying with curiosity and tried relentlessly to get me to spill the beans. I held out and only told him what to pack in preparation. It was draining a fair chunk of my savings to do it, but after the prior night's experience, I had no qualms in spending it on him, or on us, as it were. My mind kept drifting back to the amazing experience throughout the day and I would immediately begin to harden. Only a significant distraction could calm Little Shaney back down. That evening, I came across Whittaker in the commons room as I was hoping to catch the weather report.

"Hey," Whittaker said with a nod, "why are you two back so soon?"

"Oh, at the last minute, Steve agreed to come home with me for the Christmas break, so all the later busses back were already booked." He nodded understanding. Then he swung his head quickly from side to side popping it before rolling it back as far as he could to stretch it. His pronounced Adam's apple protruded. I couldn't avoid the image of him lying on the floor with his shorts down and his neck stretched back like that from the night before. I blushed as my dick started growing over the memory.

"Well, it's nice to have someone else on the floor. Me and Jensen were it all during the holiday."

"Why didn't you go home?" I asked realizing afterward it was really none of my business.

"Ah, my parents decided to go on a fucking Christmas cruise to the Bahamas with two other empty nest couples from their bowling league. I could have gone to my sister's house but her bratty kids annoy me and my parents just gave me the money instead."

"That's too bad."

"Kind of yes, kind of no. So how was your time?"

"AWESOME!"

"Wow. Why's that?"

I realized I'd kind of overemphasized it and the only thing that was truly awesome was the sex with Steve and I couldn't exactly say that. "Oh, well just really nice to see the fam and Steve and I took a little road trip up to Glacier Park and that was really beautiful."

"Oh. Cool. What you guys doing for New Year's? I'm bored out of my skull here. Maybe I could hook up with you and we could go out. I'm sure Jensen'll wanna go too."

"Uh, well," I stammered. "I already made reservations for Steve and me, kind of out of town."

"That's cool. I got some cash from Christmas. How far out of town and what's doing?"

"Pretty far and probably nothing you'd be interested in," I said.

"Try me."

"Okay, but listen, it's a secret surprise so you can't tell Steve." He looked surprised by that but shrugged and agreed. "I've booked a night at the Mammoth Springs Lodge in Yellowstone. You know how Steve doesn't talk much about his childhood or family," I immediately realized I'd overstepped, but I also realized I could recover. "Well, on break, I got out of him that his favorite holiday memory is going in a horse drawn sleigh out to feed the elk and singing Jingle Bells while they did. So, I found out they do that there and I'm going to surprise him with it. Then we'll attend their party at the lodge, tour some of the things up near the lodge and then come back home. Like I say, not the big party you were probably interested in."

"No, I'd love to do that. I love Yellowstone and I love the animals, elk especially. I'll talk to Jensen and let you know. Hell, we could split the cost of the room and save you some cash." I was getting nervous now. The last thing I wanted was roommates for my big New Year's Steve event.

"Well it might be all booked up." I tried not to sound too obvious.

"Oh." Whittaker slumped back in the sofa. "I get it. Sorry, man. I kind of invited myself there didn't I? Don't blame ya, no one really likes me hanging around." I felt horrible. I'd been way too transparent and I knew it, but I just couldn't have them butting in, pun intended.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that. I'd love to have you and Jensen join us. The more the merrier, I just didn't want you to get your hopes all up if it's booked up. I mean it is tomorrow after all." In truth, I knew there were plenty of rooms available since a tour group of Europeans had canceled last minute due to an illness of some sort. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten a room either.

He looked at me hard. Talk about transparent, it was as if the freckles on his forehead were lining up to form the words. He didn't fucking believe a word of what I'd just said, he was hurt by the rejection, but he also didn't give a damn and wanted to go anyway, wanted or not. For my part, I thought about what Steve would probably do and I had no doubt he would make the sacrifice and let Whittaker and Jensen join us. While it was true that they were both a bit nerdy and said some awkward things sometimes, I really wasn't repulsed by either of them. "So how do I check it out?" Whittaker asked.

"Online. I'll go get the information." When I returned, Whittaker had Jensen on the couch next to him and his laptop open and logged into the internet. They got on while I waited and were able to book the trip.

"The rooms have two double beds, so we can all share one room and save that cost," Whittaker said.

"No. No offense, but you have to get your own room." They both looked at me questioningly. I continued, "Call me a homophobe, but this is my idea and the last of my vacation and I'm not spending it sleeping in the same bed with another dude. That would creep me out and ruin my whole time."

"Ah, okay." They said it in unison and nodded.

"Whatever. I'd sleep on the couch or the floor if you're like that," Whittaker offered.

"Then I'd feel bad about that and have to let you back in bed and then I'd still be creeped out and not able to sleep for fear you'd roll over on me or something and no. Either you get your own room with your own beds or find something else to do."

"Aight. It's cool. We'll get another room. I got the greens right now." Whittaker booked another room and we agreed to meet downstairs early for the cab ride into town where we'd rent a car. Whittaker agreed to split the cost of the car and the gas. Hertz was the only company willing to rent to an eighteen year old and they required an extra fee to do it. My squeaky clean driving record probably helped. I was the only authorized driver.

I let Steve know that Whittaker and Jensen were joining us on our excursion and he seemed genuinely pleased, especially when he learned that they'd been stuck in the dorms all during break. The eighty-six mile, two hour ride to Mammoth was fun. We played music from Steve's iPod and played name that tune for most of the way. It was a bit unfair because Steve insisted that we count the classical stuff and only he knew them. I did steal A Little Night Music by Mozart from him though. That was the only one I knew and Jensen actually knew the William Tell Overture. Steve read some Robert Frost poetry from my book he'd given me and we actually had a deep conversation for about twenty minutes on the meaning of life. Whittaker was a devout and somewhat bitter atheist but Jensen was a strong Catholic. Steve quickly turned what was becoming an argument between them into a discussion about science. That was of keen interest to both Whittaker and Jensen since they had already respectively declared Chemistry and Botany as majors. Jensen gave us an interesting lecture on little known facts about the pine trees lining the roadway.

When we pulled up to the large, white frame lodge, rising from the mounds of pure white snow banks around it, we were as excited as a group of little kids. Steve kept repeating how excited he was to get to Yellowstone. He'd lived in Montana all his life and never had the chance to see what he'd heard so much about. We checked in and I was overjoyed that not only were our rooms not next to each other, they were in completely separate buildings. Ours had its own private bathroom facility while they had to share a bathroom with others on their floor much like in the dorm rooms. I wondered if Whittaker would be so brazen about showing off his long dong in there like he did at the dorms. I thought probably not, especially since there were families present.

The place was bustling, in spite of the European no shows. There was some sort of university choir group, mostly female, staying there and Whittaker and Jensen were all over that. "Hell yeah!" Whittaker exclaimed. "I'd like to hear them sing with my big dick shoved down their throats."

"Don't be crass, Whittaker," Steve said sternly. Whittaker apologized then did a little twerking motion when Steve turned his back causing Jensen and me to snicker.

"Were you talking about the sopranos or the basses?" Jensen asked.

"Depends, you little fucker. Which one are you?" Whittaker shot back. We all laughed.

We went into the Geyser Grill for lunch and Jensen struck up a conversation with one of the choir girls after he accidentally bumped into her chair. They started chatting, ignoring the conversation at our table and hers until we stood to go. "See you later at the party then?"

"Can't wait," she responded. Apparently, they shared an interest in both botany and teenage hormonal urges. They grinned stupidly at each other and he actually worked up the nerve to squeeze her hand before we left.

"Did you see that?" he asked breathlessly when we reached the lobby. "She was so into me."

"Way to go dude. Looks like you're gonna have fun at the party tonight," Steve encouraged.

"Hey, do any of you guys have a condom? I, umm, must have left mine back at the dorm." It was pretty obvious he didn't have any back at the dorm and probably never had need of one before. It was also a pretty big leap on his part to go from agreeing to find each other at the party to needing a condom, but hey, why pop his balloon?

"Getting a little out over the tips of your skis there, aren't you?" Whittaker asked.

"You never know and I should be prepared just in case, you know?" We all snickered and I decided to humor him. "I got one. I'll get it out for you."

"Not here!" Jensen said alarmed. "She might walk out and see us. Over there in the corner." I chuckled at him. He was giddy with the sexual possibilities dancing in his brain. We moved to the corner and I dug into my travel case until I found the small brown pouch with my lube, wipes and twelve-pack of condoms. "Trojan, Ultra Thin Armor, spermicidal lubricated condoms are our thinnest latex condoms ever - designed for ultimate sensitivity," he read from the box label. "BITCHIN! Thanks, dude."

"You're welcome. I hope you put it to good use."

"Fuckin' A, dude," Whittaker commented. "You brought a whole fuckin' case of rubbers? You planning on doing the entire choir or something?"

I felt my face redden as Jensen pulled open the box and asked if he could take two, just in case. I consented while I wondered why I had offered him one in the first place, exposing that I had them. I worried Whittaker might put two and two together with the room sharing deal and now the rubbers. "Or something," I said. "Hot studs like me have to be prepared for anything that might come up."

"Funny," Whittaker said. I was wondering what was funny as he laughed at what I'd said. I guess the hot stud part was kind of funny. Luckily he explained. "Prepared for what might come up. Very funny. Cum up." Then I got it. His dirty mind went immediately to the image of a dick boning up and shooting. I held my hands out and grinned to imply I was being funny on purpose and was a bit of a player. He seemed to buy it. Rather than take time to stuff the bag back into the zippered part of my travel case, I just tucked it in the outside pouch.

"Just like a boy scout, be prepared," Jensen joked.

"Yeah, well being prepared with a twelve-pack for one night, you must be an Eagle Scout," Whittaker laughed.

"As a matter of fact, he is an Eagle Scout," Steve announced with a hint of veneration. "Shane and all his brothers are."

"No shit?" Whittaker asked. "So is it true that all you scouts have wild gay sex together in the tents at camp?"

"NO!" I said defensively, "Where did you hear that crap?"

"I dunno. Just a rumor. But did you?"

"NO! Geez."

He started laughing, "You should see your face." I knew I was blushing and the others laughed too. I felt my face get hotter and hotter until I realized he was just messing with me and I chilled out and laughed with them.

"We need to get ready. Be back here in fifteen," I said.

We headed to our rooms to unpack and get ready for our sleigh ride. As we were coming down the hall looking for our room, the neighbors were just coming out of theirs. A small, bundled up boy, maybe six years old, smiled at me and excitedly declared, "We're going to build a snowman and then go on a sleigh ride to see some elks!"

"How fun!" I answered.

"Wanna come and help us?"

"Well, that sounds fun..." Steve cut me off.

"No, we can't. Sorry." He seemed kind of abrupt and I wondered where that had come from.

The little boy paid no mind to his tone and just said, "Okay," and followed his parents down the hall. I moved aside and pulled my travel case to the side, bumping it on one of the potted trees in the hallway. I thought it was stupid to have those trees in such a narrow hallway. They still had white Christmas lights strung on them. We went to our room, second from the end of the hallway and Steve opened it up. It was simple but nice. Everything was clean and rustic. I set my travel case on the top of the dresser and Steve tossed his duffle bag on one of the beds.

Steve came over to me as I pulled out my long johns. He gave me a big hug and a kiss. "This is so wonderful. I'm glad you insisted on our own room, though. Thanks. I don't know how I can ever repay all the wonderful things you do for me?"

"I do. I plan on collecting at midnight from New Year's Steve." I grinned surreptitiously and he smiled back.

"No problem. That's a debt I'm happy to repay. Whatever you want tonight, you get" he said.

"You got that straight. I have it all planned out."

"Probably not the best expression to use under the circumstances," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You said I got that straight, but straight's probably a bad descriptor in this case."

"Oh," I laughed. "You're killing me with the word games."

"But I honestly can't wait. How about an appetizer right now?" Steve asked.

"No time. I have to get my long johns on and we have to go."

"Ahh, well at least let me help you." He pulled my coat off, pulled my sweatshirt off and then dropped my pants and boxers. Then he pulled my Under Armor shirt over my head and helped me step into the legs of the bottoms. He pulled them up to my balls but stopped there. He sucked my dick into his mouth and gave it a little tickle with his exceptional tongue then let it slip out. He smiled knowingly up at me as I'd closed my eyes and started reliving the mind numbing experience from two nights before. I shook my head and let him finish dressing me.

We met in the lobby and found our group for the hay ride to see the elk herd. To Jensen's outrageous pleasure, Valerie from the choir was on the same trip. They immediately found each other and sat together. Before very far into the trip, Jensen made his first move by putting an arm around her back. She reciprocated with a hand on his thigh. They were the perfect little geeky couple. Each of them was pretty inept at flirting, and I should know because I really suck at it too. But in their own odd way, they seemed to connect with each other.

Steve sat up tight next to me which would have appeared odd except that the sleigh was crowded. I was glad of it. The bells on the horse collars were jingling and we bumped along through the snow around a stand of trees toward a large clearing where bales of fresh hay were being unloaded and spread around for the elk. As we rounded the trees and could see the elk, I broke out singing Jingle Bells and the cute little boy who was rooming next door to us immediately joined right in and encouraged his parents to do likewise. Valerie and Jensen started up as well and soon her choir friends were providing us with perfect pitch. The driver of the sleigh turned and smiled broadly at us. The horses seemed to quicken their step a bit to match the rhythm, but the one who sang loudest and best was Steve. When we finished with a rousing "HEY!" at the end, he looked me in the eye and bit his lips. A tear of joy was trickling from the corner, down the crease of his nose. A shuddering thrill passed through my body knowing I had made him happy.

The little boy wanted to sing some more so we took turns coming up with songs. The azure blue sky with a few white clouds scattered over the snow covered mountains was the perfect setting for the moment. The air was crisp and stung the lungs until it was exhaled in a foggy cloud. I watched the little boy's parents kiss and I wanted to kiss Steve so badly. Instead, I let my gloved hand rest on his thigh and I gave it a squeeze. He reciprocated and the message was passed.

We spent nearly forty-five minutes amongst the elk. They were such majestic animals. The bulls stood apart from the cows and watched us intently as they ate. Even though they had undoubtedly seen groups of onlookers like us come and go, the macho bulls still acted their part as protectors of the herd. The cows were much more docile and paid little attention to us. The bulls' bodies were strong and muscular and their horns were impressive. I had the same feeling of awe when I looked at them as I felt when I looked at naked body builders on the net. There was something poetically beautiful about the raw, unfettered muscle they exhibited. The bulls hung out together on the edges and the cows stayed in a separate group. A younger bull wandered over toward the pile of hay that the senior bull with the largest rack was eating by himself and the old bull glanced up at the youngster and merely snorted. The younger bull froze, then quickly retreated back to join the other smaller bulls and get what he could from that pile. Someday, I thought, he may be strong enough to face the challenge of the old bull but not that day. That day, he fell back to where he belonged with the younger bulls. I thought about Steve's analogy to being king at the boys home and realized it was universal to all animals even homo sapiens.

After the sleigh ride, we rented cross country skis and the four of us made our way, step sliding along up into the nearby woods. The beauty of the snow covered pines was breathtaking. The air was so clean and crisp. We took the Snow Pass Trail that followed along Glen Creek and Gardiner River near Sheepeater's Canyon. Steam billowed from the rushing waters in the cold air. We could see Osprey Falls from a distance toward the end of our trail. We'd chosen that particular trail to take because it was one of the easier ones. Jensen wasn't in that good of shape to do a more difficult loop and I was relieved he said so because I was thinking I might have had the same problem. It was surprising what a workout just the easy one was. I was sweating under my layers of protective clothing. It felt good to do something physical, though.

Near Osprey Falls, Steve suggested we go off trail a little ways and get a better view of the falls. I was a little hesitant but since he agreed not to go too far or anywhere I deemed dangerous, we followed him. We got into some fallen logs and had to sit down on them and swing our legs over to carry on. That grew tiresome and I was about to suggest we go back when we pushed our way through a bit of a thicket and found ourselves completely alone, shielded from the view of the other skiers. An eagle soared overhead looking for dinner. The river flowed rapidly between its snow and ice covered banks. The crashing falls were the only sound. We sat on a fallen log and unclipped our skis. We sat in silent awe of the beauty of nature spread before us.

"Look," Jensen said pointing. On the other side of the river was a lone wolf walking along the bank. He paid us no attention.

"Cool," I agreed.

"When I see things like this, it makes me wonder. Do you believe in God?" Steve asked no one in particular, but I think it was intended for me.

"Sure," Jensen answered right away.

"Hell no," Whittaker said in objection. "If there is, he's one cruel bastard with all the shit that goes on in this fucked up world."

"I believe in God," I said resolutely. "I just don't understand everything about him yet. But I'm sure we live on somehow after our bodies die. The thing that makes us who we are - spirit or id or ego or intelligence, whatever you call it, lives on. I've felt my grandfather's presence with me at times since after he died. I can't explain it, but I just somehow know deep inside it's all real."

"Whatever," Whittaker said. "If it makes you feel better to believe in something like that, then fine for you. I just don't buy it."

"I've never been sure of it," Steve said. "I used to think like you, Whittaker. I thought life was just one big miserable joke being played on us. Looking at this though, and the elk and being here with you guys, and finding people I can care about and who care about me, makes me wonder."

"How else would all this be if someone, like God, didn't create it?" Jensen asked.

"Science has explained all that. Hello? Big bang, evolution, astronomy," Whittaker said.

"That's not conclusive. It seems unlikely to me that there wasn't some kind of creator behind all this. Maybe he used natural laws to make it happen, but I just can't believe something as intricate and perfectly organized as this world didn't have a creating hand behind it," Jensen argued. Then he added, "I'm a little cold and stupid hungry. You guys ready to go?"

"Sure," Steve answered. "Let's go." I think he wanted to avoid another argument between Whittaker and Jensen.

"Wait," Whittaker said, "I gotta take a wicked piss first." He stood on the log, because the snow was too deep to walk through and stepped a couple feet away. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth and set them on the log. Then he fumbled through his layers of clothing until he fished his long dick out of his snow pants and let a thick yellow stream fly. We all had a full side view of his efforts.

"I need to go too," I admitted. "May as well drain the lizard now." The others decided they would do the same and soon we were all standing on the log making yellow snow.

"Watch," Jensen said, "I'll write my name." He began waving his short, cut dick with his hand and directing his piss into a cursive rendition of Jensen. When he finished the n, he pinched off and then directed his remaining pee downward near the base of the log we were standing on. We all applauded.

Whittaker finished first and shook off. I couldn't get over how freakishly long his dick was and I had a flashing memory of him jacking it in the commons making my dick twitch. Then I started thinking about what Steve had done for me afterward in our dorm room and against all efforts to prevent it, I started to expand and bone up while I was still pissing. I looked at Steve's uncut dick held gently in his fingers with the piss flowing from the uncut tip and that did me in. I grew a full-fledged hard on. I felt foolish doing it. I wouldn't have minded if it had only been me and Steve, in fact, I would have been happy about it. But with the others there, it was embarrassing. There was no way to hide or turn away without pissing on someone since Jensen was on my left and Steve was on my right. Whittaker started to laugh, "Dude, what's up with that? The sight of my giant fire hose got you horny or was it Jensen waving his dick around that got you going?"

"No," I retorted. "Just the cold air on my sweaty dick, I guess." Little did he know that it was Steve who was having the effect on me. I thought it best to keep it that way.

"Yeah, it does feel kind of stimulating," Jensen agreed. "I hope I can hook up with Valerie tonight. I really like her. We traded numbers and we're gonna stay in touch. After the sleigh ride, when I said I was going to the head, I really met up with Valerie behind the lodge and we started making out. Damn, she's a great kisser." He'd absent mindedly continued stroking his dick much longer and more intensely than necessary to milk out the last drops of piss from his stiffening dick.

"Shit, Shane, you're contagious. Now you got Jensen boned. What the fuck, I guess as long as it's out, no need to waste it. Whittaker started rubbing his dick until his tree trunk grew, pointing straight up at the treetops. Steve laughed, drug a finger along the underside of his flaccid dick and squeezed the tip.

"Horny little shits," Steve said. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I guess." He bent down and stepped off the log and rested his butt against it. Then he took his dick in his fingers and started jacking himself.

"You can join me AND beat me if you want," Whittaker said chuckling, "I got room for an extra hand or two." Then he added as he slipped down to rest his butt on the log as well, "Hey, Jensen, if Valerie has a friend in that choir who likes redheads, hook me up."

"Oh she does. In fact I was supposed to talk to you about it."

Whittaker stopped jerking himself and twisted his head toward Jensen, "No shit?"

"Yeah, his name's Bruce, and he sings lead tenor."

Whittaker scowled, "Oh you fucker. I'll get even for that one." Jensen started laughing and so did Steve and I.

"Maybe if you stuck your TENOR eleven inch dick up his ass, he'd sing soprano," Steve joked.

"Fuckers. You're all just jealous."

"I am, I'll admit it," Jensen said. His was maybe a bit below average but not tiny by any means. Only Whittaker's looked long at all since half of ours was hidden within our snow pants. Jensen's was adequate, I would say, much like mine - just adequate. I thought having one as big as Whittaker's would be kind of annoying in a lot of ways.

It was so randomly naughty what we were doing out there in the woods. We were like a group of freshly pubescent, hormone crazed boys playing in the woods together. I'd wanted to do this kind of thing as a boy but never dared. I wondered about the others. I knew what Steve had been through and wouldn't have wanted that, but a little innocent fun with some of my friends would have been cool.

"Any of you ever done this before?" Jensen asked what I was thinking.

"What? Jacked off?" Whittaker responded disdainfully as though that was the stupidest question ever.

"No, I mean with other guys. Doing it in front of each other like this?"

I wondered how Steve would respond and I didn't say anything until I heard him. "Not me," Whittaker answered. "I'll be honest, I wanted to try it with a best bud in my old neighborhood, but when I brought it up on a sleepover one time, he got really pissed at me so I never brought it up again."

"Me either," Jensen said. "I've kind of wondered what it would feel like. What about you two?"

He was referring to me and Steve and I looked away from my masturbation efforts up at Steve. "Yeah, I did it a few times when I was younger."

"Cool." Jensen stared at Steve's hand pumping his excess skin up and down over his expanded dick head, then looked back at his own, feeling embarrassed at his obvious curiosity.

Steve looked over at him, let go of himself and dropped his hands to the log. Steve looked at me and cocked his head to the left a little, questioning. I knew immediately, he wanted to be the good guy again and let Jensen have a go at his cock. At first, my reaction was one of jealous objection. That dick belonged to me now, I kind of felt, but I realized quickly that wasn't really true. It was Steve's dick and if he wanted to share it, why should I stop him. Besides, I suddenly realized something more important. He was asking my permission. That told me that he kind of felt like I really did have first dibs on it. I smiled and nodded as surreptitiously as I could. Steve smiled back ever so slightly.

"You wanna give it a go?" Steve asked Jensen.

Jensen's head snapped upward. "Serious? Jack yours, you mean?"

"Yeah. If you want to see how it feels, I don't mind. I like having someone else do me. It feels way better than doing your own."

Jensen's smile crept slowly across his face. "You're not messing with me? You'll really let me?"

"Yeah, if you want to." Steve stood up and I shimmied my ass along the log toward Whittaker so that Steve and Jensen were next to each other.

Now Jensen was trying not to grin from ear to ear so that he wouldn't look as excited and anxious to try it as he obviously was. I watched Jensen reach cautiously out and take Steve's beautiful dick in his grip. He slid the soft skin up and back down along the hard shaft and his smile faded into a look of full concentration as he focused on the sensations of holding another guy's dick. I remembered the first time I took that magnificent toy in my hands and played with it. Without being invited, Steve reached over and took Jensen's dick in his fingers and started working it up and down. Jensen froze a moment and gasped slightly. "Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus," Jensen exclaimed. "That's awesome."

I stared at the two of them jacking each other and I was totally okay with it, to my surprise. In fact, I was sort of turned on by it. I felt the initial stirrings of an orgasm as my sphincter started to tighten. Then Steve looked over at me and reached in and pushed my hand away to jack my dick with his other hand.

"Hey!" Whittaker said. "If we're turning this into some kind of gay jackoff orgy, I'm not getting left out."

He bumped his ass quickly along the log until he was up next to me, hip to hip. He reached over and pulled Steve's hand off mine and took over. I looked down and watched as the second person on earth to stroke my dick began pumping me in his fist. I smiled involuntarily. I could tell Whittaker was about to ask, but before he did, I reached over and took his monster in my hand and began pulling on it. I moved up and down along the lengthy shaft trying out different spots. It was so big that my thumb and fingers couldn't touch each other as I encircled its girth. "Use two hands" he encouraged. I twisted slightly and took his dick in both hands and began sliding up and down it. I twisted it like a motorcycle throttle and alternated squeezing it harder and softer. Whittaker moaned as I started stroking with one hand while rubbing his tip in my other palm. Steve peeked over and I looked over my shoulder to meet his gaze. He smiled and nodded and I smiled back. It was okay with him. I found it was fun, but it was different from playing with Steve. With Whittaker, it was just physically fun. With Steve, it was emotionally and physically exhilarating.

Jensen shot his cum first. "Oh shit, I'm cumming. Here I go. Here I go. Shit yeah." His body jerked and his ass bounced up and down against the log as he spewed his cream. Steve kept jacking him slowly and gently, milking him dry after the orgasm and Jensen moaned in appreciation. Being mostly useless at that point, Steve pulled Jensen's hand off his dick and then began frantically jerking himself to conclusion, spraying his load into the snow between his boots.

That sent Whittaker off and I felt his giant rod swell and expand in my hands as he exploded a rope of thick, stringy cum into the snow. I pumped him dry pulling his long dick downward enough to keep him from shooting onto his coat. His dick resisted being pulled downward, but Whittaker seemed to like it. Whittaker reached down and dragged his fist along the length of his shaft after I let go and squeezed a small puddle of cum into his other palm. Then he licked it off. "Mmm, I love the taste of cum," he said. We all snickered. He looked like he was licking frosting from a spoon.

That left me and with Whittaker's hands occupied, Steve filled in and finished me off. I came quickly after he got involved and I really sensed the change in the experience as he jacked me instead of Whittaker. I melted under Steve's expert touch and I felt my balls pull up practically into my stomach as they released their load. When I was done, we all just sort of sat there enjoying the moment, relishing the mellow peace that comes with empty balls and enjoying the setting.

"Okay, probably the coolest thing I've ever done," Jensen said. He stood and tucked his limp dick back in his snow pants. We nodded agreement and followed his example. Without saying much more about it, we buckled into our skis and headed back to the lodge.

We went to our rooms and showered. Steve and I showered together but we didn't do anything sexual other than wash each other's backs and ass cracks. That was more out of a kind gesture than sexual in any way. We chatted about what we'd done out in the woods. "That was fun in the woods with Jensen and Whittaker," I said as I slipped my soapy fingers into Steve's crack and cleaned him up.

"Yeah, it was," Steve agreed. "I'm glad you were okay with me letting Jensen do me. He really wanted to try it, I could tell."

"Well, it's not up to me what you do with your own dick. It's not like were engaged or anything, right?"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have if you would have indicated you were against it. I mean, we are kind of, well, you know."

No. I didn't know. I was hoping he was about to tell me what we were, but instead I got a 'you know'. "Yeah, I know," I lied. I wanted to ask what it was that I knew, but I chickened out, again.

I turned around and he washed out my crack and I got a little excited thinking about what we would be doing later on that evening. I had everything all planned out. It was going to be a perfect beginning to our new year together. Me and my New Year's Steve.

###*

I hope you enjoyed chapter 5. More to cum, as they have the New Year's Eve party. Will Shane's New Years Steve turn out as perfect as he planned it and will Jensen get lucky with Valerie? What about Whittaker? How does he play into things? What will happen in the coming year as they all head back to school?

I welcome your comments and emails. Contact me at h.schreiber@hushmail.com

Special appreciation goes out to my editors, Flip McHooter and Paul Stevens, both gifted Nifty authors who help make my stories better. Check out their stories as well.