A Skiing Holiday

Disclaimer

The following is an entirely fictional story. Nah, wait a sec, there really is a place called Zermatt, and the view of the Matterhorn is wonderful, but let's say, all the characters are fictitious.

In this story there are quite graphic descriptions of sex between two males, should this offend you please close the door behind you as you leave. If legally you are not allowed to read this sort of stuff, then please do it quietly.

If you are underage, get outa here, try to enjoy your youth, it doesn't last very long. Believe me, I was young once too, but that was a long time ago.

A Skiing Holiday

|Fugitive Arrested At Airport |

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|Dec 10, 07:00 AM ET |

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|By Daniel Stempel |

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|BOSTON Ma. (Reuters) Johnstone|

|Manning was arrested at Logan|

|Airport early yesterday while he|

|was attempting to leave the|

|country. Manning was the VP in|

|charge of Finance for the|

|recently collapsed Industrial|

|Telecommunications Conglomerate.|

|He is currently assisting the|

|police with their enquiries.|

Chapter 1 (Jerry)

It looks like we have managed it! Directly after Christmas I'm going to stay with Gordon! Mum and dad don't seem to mind, so he and I will be alone at last. No more creeping around the school, meeting in broom cupboards for a quick session. He says we'll be sharing a bedroom! I've even managed to get a tube of KY as I've talked him into going 'all the way' with me. Gosh I've never looked forwards to anything so much in all my life.

Chapter 2 (Tom)

Shit! My life is a mess! The company, where my dad was head of sales, has just folded. Some shithouse of a VP had been siphoning off cash for years to pay his gambling debts and nobody noticed. All those stock options that dad got are now worth toilet paper. We gonna have to sell everything, our house, cars, and vacation home in Aspen. We'll have to live in a rented apartment, for fuck's sake. God alone knows if dad can afford my school fees for the next year. He is real depressed and I daren't ask him. I doubt if we'll even have a winter vacation this year and Christmas looks like being a non-event.

Chapter 3 (Jerry)

I've just been told that I must phone dad tonight and it is urgent. I wonder what's up? I hope nothing has happened to mum.

Chapter 4 (Tom)

A light at the end of the tunnel, some guy in England wants to offer dad a job. He has invited mum and dad to go on vacation with him and his family in Switzerland. It seems that they have a son my age, so I get to tag along too, I'll bet the kid's a snotty Brit. I've never been in a foreign country before. I wonder if they have McDonald's there? We're flying out to meet them in London, England. Then we all fly on to Geneva. Which is either in Switzerland or France, I'm not sure. I hope that my passport arrives in time.

Chapter 5 (Jerry)

The news is worse than I could ever have imagined. My holiday with Gordon is off! I don't know how I'm going to break it to him. When I called dad he told me that we are going on a skiing holiday to Zermatt in Switzerland. I've never even tried skiing; I know that I'll just hate it, 'cause I'm no good at sports. But dad wants to get this guy to join his company. Apparently he is a red-hot salesman, but his last company went bust when someone stole all their money. Anyway, the guy has a son about my age, so I've got to go along as company for him. He'll be some loud-mouthed Yank no doubt.

Chapter 6 (Tom)

So this is London Heathrow? A bit like every other airport I've ever been to. The flight over was OK, as we had first class seats. Dad even managed to wangle me a beer. European Airlines aren't too strict about underage drinking. Anyway we ended up in some VIP transit lounge waiting on the Brits. Dad would only let me bring my skis, my snowboard had to stay back home. Shit, even after nearly a year he still going on about it. OK the guy was a bit hurt, but I didn't do him any permanent damage. Hell, the way dad goes on about it; you'd think I'd killed the fucker.

Chapter 7 (Jerry)

Dad knows that I'm fizzing, but he still insists that I go with them. He bought me all the skiing kit. I tried it all on in the shop, but every time I tried to walk my skis got crossed and I fell over. I'm dreading going out on the snow wearing them. By now I should have been arriving at Gordon's house. Strange, he was less upset than I thought he'd be when I told him it was all off. But instead we are arriving at Heathrow. I wonder what this American kid will be like?

Chapter 8 (Tom)

Well, the Brits arrived. The son is called Jerry, and looks like a total wus! He's supposed to be the same age as me, but he looks like he is about two years younger. I tried to make conversation by talking about skiing at Aspen, but the poor fucker has never been on skis before. He looks really miserable.

Chapter 9 (Jerry)

This is the first time I've ever flown on the company jet! It's a Challenger 604 and can seat 10 people in huge armchairs. Dad must really want to make a good impression! Tom, the guy I was dragged along for, is a lot more mature than me, and almost half a head taller. He isn't what I'd call handsome, but he's quite good looking, in a rugged sort of way. He looks as if he's quite muscular, but he wears baggy clothes so it is difficult to tell. He was bragging about his skiing 'back home' and he gave me a withering look when I told him I'd never even tried it. I think I like his body, but I'm not too keen on the person who lives in it. Ah well, next stop Geneva!

Chapter 10 (Tom)

The next bit of our journey is by private jet. It's only a Challenger 604, tiny compared to dad's old company's Bombardier CRJ200, but I never got to fly in it. God, this Jerry kid, I'd heard of the British reserve, but he hardly says a word. I tried talking about football, but he just said that he'd only tried soccer, which he didn't like and then clamed up on me. But he keeps looking at me is a way that makes me feel all funny. I can't wait to get to Geneva; being cooped up in this little plane with him is giving me the creeps.

Chapter 11 (Jerry)

Geneva at last, but we go on from here by road and I'll bet I get sat next to Tom. Oh I do so much want to touch him. I wonder what he looks like without all his winter clothes on. I daren't even play kneesie with him. He looks like the type who would put my lights out if I made a pass at him. I'll have to sit on my hands all the way.

Chapter 12 (Tom)

This Geneva airport is one crazy place; it is in two countries at once, Switzerland and France! Shit, you need a passport just to walk across the airport. The next leg of our journey was in a stretch limo and I was put next to the creep. Something strange happened, mum passed me some cookies, to get them I had to lean over Jerry and he went all funny, red in the face and excited. Maybe he's getting carsick. He'd better not puke over me!

Chapter 13 (Jerry)

On the way here I thought that I'd died and gone to Heaven! The dreamboat leaned over to get something from his mum and he put his arm round my shoulder! It felt so strong and manly. Of course I instantly got a stonker. I don't think he noticed, but he gave me a funny look and moved away from me. I'll be glad when we get to the train.

Chapter 14 (Tom)

My God! This place gets weirder and weirder. The car can't take us all the way! The place we're going to, Zermatt or something, is a car less town! You have to get there by train! So we all got out and boarded this tiny train on a narrow gauge track. It even uses a rack between the rails to pull itself up the hills. This is the first time that I have been on public transport since I was little. But the views are spectacular! There is a mountain, a real sharp pointed one, called The Matterhorn or somethin', it's unbelievable.

Chapter 15 (Jerry)

We, and our luggage - my, don't the Americans have a lot of luggage - transferred to the train. Tom's eyes bugged out a bit, I don't think he's used to riding on a train. They have built wooden tunnels for the train to go through. These carry the snow over the line in case of an avalanche. It gives the train a sort of 'Toy-Town' look. The view of the Matterhorn is really impressive. Dad told me that the next bit, from the station to the house he's rented, is done by horse drawn sleigh!

Chapter 16 (Tom)

I do not fucking believe it! We were met at the station by three horse drawn sleighs, one for us, one for the Brits and a freight job for our bags. I've heard of quaint, but this is going too far. At least Jerry doesn't look like he's going to puke anymore. I got to sit by the driver, right up the ass of the horse, which stank.

Chapter 17 (Jerry)

From the outside the house looks quite big, but there are only three bedrooms, so Tom and I will have to share the one on the top floor. I almost came in my pants when I discovered that. Two weeks, sharing with a big butch animal like him. Of course there are bunk beds, a double bed would be too much to hope for. He instantly bagged the upper bunk, not that it makes much difference to me. Fortunately each bedroom has en suite facilities, in our case a toilet and a bath, with a showerhead over the bath. Our parents have whirlpool baths and separate showers!

Chapter 18 (Tom)

Oh fuck! I'm going to have to share a room with the creep. There are bunk beds, but just the same, we'll have to share. I didn't give him any chance of getting the upper bunk I got to it first. I hope he's a heavy sleeper; I tend to make a good bit of noise when I jack off. He's already grabbed the only table in the room and set up his laptop on it. Like me he got a load of assignments to do over the holiday, but he is actually going to do his! He doesn't even have any games on his laptop; he says it is a tool, not a toy. God, he really is a wus.

Chapter 19 (Jerry)

Tom's mum 'adjusted' the thermostat on the central heating as soon as we arrived. It had been set at a cool, but reasonable 21C. Apparently she doesn't understand the difference between Celsius and Fahrenheit, she was trying to set it to 80 degrees! Pretty soon the atmosphere was distinctly tropical and I had to explain to her the difference between the two systems. She asked me what 80-Fahrenheit was in Celsius and I calculated it as just under 27C. She then inquired how I had worked it out. When I said 80 minus 32 divided by 9 and multiplied by 5, she gave me a funny look and asked me if I had done it in my head. Of course I did, does she think I'm stupid or something? Anyway the whole house is now at a sweltering heat.

Chapter 20 (Tom)

Mum as usual turned up the thermostat the instant she arrived. But they use some funny system of degrees here and Jerry says that is she had managed to set it to 80, like she does at home, it would have been close to boiling point. So it is set to 27, which would be 5 degrees below freezing back home, but it's nice and warm, so now I don't need all my winter clothes on indoors.

Chapter 21 (Jerry)

I may have to put the heating up a bit more. The last increase caused Tom to strip off to a T-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans. He hasn't got a good body; he's got a 'to-die-for' body! Thank goodness he took the top bunk, his cut-offs are quite baggy and when he sits on his bed with his legs wide apart, he's at eye level, and I can just see up the leg. It looks like he is wearing boxer shorts underneath and they have a mesh pouch which holds his tackle. I'm not sure, but I think, that he is even bigger than Gordon in that department. I can't wait until bedtime.

Chapter 22 (Tom)

Dinner was strange, the meat was OK, but it came with some kind of pasta noodles, nice enough, but an odd combination. Jerry's dad let him have a glass of wine with his meal; so not to be outdone my dad let me have a beer. I'm beginning to like Europe; it is a more relaxed place. The cooking was done by the live-in maid. She also does all the cleaning and bed making. She is a real dog, not that it matters as I don't know how to talk a foreign chick out of her panties. I was hoping to get laid at Aspen this year. A boy my age should have done it at least once. I wonder if the creep has ever managed it? I doubt it; I'll bet he still thinks it is just for pissing through.

Chapter 23 (Jerry)

Tom and his dad had beer with dinner. I suspect that they think wine is a bit too effeminate for a man to drink. Tom had been excited about having a live in maid, but he lost all interest after he saw her. Well, she is old enough to be his mother and rather portly. At bedtime Tom was very coy and I never got as much as a glimpse of him naked. He nipped into the bathroom wearing his boxers and emerged wearing another pair. Evidently these are his equivalent of pyjamas. I just stripped off in front of him and put on my pyjamas. Going to an English boarding School means that being naked in front of other boys holds no novelty for me. I was just about to jump into bed when, to my great surprise, my luck changed.

Chapter 24 (Tom)

I've a bit of a personal problem about being seen naked. For some reason my dad stopped the hospital from circumcising me when I was born. Now I'm the only uncut boy in my school, and God do I suffer for it. As a result I tend to be a bit shy about stripping off in front of others. So, you can imagine how I felt, after having sneaked into the bathroom to change, then have Jerry, bold as you like, strip in front of me. Even more surprising, he's uncut too!

"Hey, your cock is like mine," I said, before I could stop myself.

"Huh?" was his only reply.

So I pulled down the front of my shorts and showed him, saying, "See, uncut!"

At first I thought that I had shocked him, because his mouth fell open, but nothing came out. When he did speak he sounded a bit, well, strangled.

"Yes, I'd heard that nearly all American boys were cut, over here it is just the reverse, only a minority have been cut."

Then he turned away from me and put his PJs on.

Maybe it was the size of mine, he's only got a little one, but it looks right for his smaller body. Although he hasn't got much in the way of muscle, he's quite compact. When he turned his back on me I couldn't help but notice he has a bubble butt. Just for a second, it looked kinda cute.

Chapter 25 (Jerry)

I still don't believe it happened. He showed me his tackle! Apparently he was surprised to find that I was uncircumcised and let me see that he was too! I was right, he is bigger than Gordon, at least when they are both soft. I wonder if I'll ever get to see him hard. I just managed to turn my back on him before I went hard. Oh, how I want a wank, but I daren't with him in the bunk above. What happens if he starts to wander about the bedroom starkers? I'll have to lie on my stomach all the time. Now the lights are out he seems restless. He is so close, but so far. What I wouldn't give to be in his bed playing with his weapon. I wonder how far he shoots? Gordon can jet it out about six feet, when my mouth isn't round it. I don't think I'll ever get to sleep tonight.

Chapter 26 (Tom)

Shit! I'm desperate to jack off and that little shit is still wide- awake. If I keep it in till tomorrow my balls will explode.

Chapter 27 (Jerry)

Today was my first attempt at skiing and I feel a total prat! I can barely stand up on the things. If I try to walk the skis just slide back and forth, leaving me standing in the same place. When I do move I'm just as likely to go backwards as forwards and my only solution to anything is to fall down. In fact I'm getting very good at falling down. There is a ski instructor, quite a good looking guy, who tries to be helpful, but I just can't seem to do anything right. I never saw Tom all day as he was out on the real slopes. I've been stuck on the nursery slopes with a bunch of five-year-olds, most of whom can ski a lot better than I can.

Chapter 28 (Tom)

Whatever else may be said about this dump the slopes are great! The only complaint that I have is the length of the line at the lifts, but that is the same in Aspen. I did cut one fat guy up on the slopes, he yelled at me, but dad never saw it, so it was OK. I had a terrific day and I'm really dog-tired. I hardly saw Jerry; he was with the kids all day. He didn't look too happy when he came home. He was complaining that his whole body hurt, poor fucker. It's nice to be able to walk round in the raw without being embarrassed, Jerry doesn't seem to mind. We had noodles again with the evening meal, a different sort of noodle, but still noodles. If I don't get to whack off soon I'll be having wet dreams.

Chapter 29 (Jerry)

It's true what they say, that you should be careful what you wish for. Tom has taken to parading around the bedroom stark, bollock naked and it is driving me insane. His body is so gorgeous, the way it goes in at his waist, the curve of his bum. Oh to be between those manly thighs. I want to look, but I'm petrified he'll get pissed off and beat me up. I also have this problem of having a stonker all the time. Goodness knows what he'd do if he knew I go hard every time I look at his cock. I think that I'll keep my underwear on in future and maybe he'll do the same. He takes forever to go to sleep so I can't even have a good wank and get it all out of my system.

Chapter 30 (Tom)

Shit! What a God-awful day. First I woke up as horny as Hell and found Terry running around in what passes for underpants with him. They look more like the bottom half of a bikini! I lay in bed looking at him and from the back, seeing that cute little butt in the skimpy scants started to turn me on. I had my morning hard-on and I just couldn't get rid of it! But that was just the start of things; I'm back in the doghouse again. I saw Jerry out on one of the nursery slopes and I was having a bit of fun with him. Every time anyone went near him he would just throw himself over on the snow, it's his only way of stopping. So I skied close to him a couple of times, just to make him dive into the snow. But the last time that I tried it, he didn't notice me in time and I skied right over his skis. The fucking instructor saw me and all Hell broke lose. Then my dad turned up and I got grounded on the spot. So now it looks like I'm stuck in this fucking dump for the rest of the vacation.

Chapter 31 (Jerry)

There was nearly a nasty accident today. Tom was pissing about, making me fall off my skis, which is not difficult to do. He finally got me really riled, so one time I didn't fall over and he very nearly collided with me. In fact his skis went over mine, scoring them badly. The instructor caught him and went totally ballistic, then his dad turned up and the soft brown smelly stuff really hit the rotary air mover!

He went very white and yelled, "Get your sorry ass back home right now!"

I feel dead guilty, as it was partly my fault. The way his dad was sounding off, it sounds like he won't be skiing again this holiday. Apparently he has caused accidents before and he was on his final warning. I'd better do something, but what?

Chapter 32 (Tom)

I'm off the hook, and it was all Jerry's doing! Dad had got me alone and told me I had to say sorry to Jerry. Then he called Jerry in. but before either of us could say anything Jerry piped up, saying that it was as much his fault as mine. That sure took the wind out of dad's sails. So I can go out tomorrow, but I've got to spend the day teaching Jerry how to ski properly.

Chapter 33 (Jerry)

That went easier than I imagined, I just took the blame and Tom's dad cooled down a bit. The poor beggar has got to give me skiing lessons though, that nearly made me laugh out loud. My dad caught me on my own and said, "What's going on between you pair? I was hoping that you would be pals."

I looked at him carefully and realised that he required a straight answer.

"He thinks that I'm a total wimp," I replied.

"Taking the blame for the accident only reinforced that idea," dad said.

"Nah, that just got him out of trouble. But I need to do something to prove my street cred."

"Some form of dangerous teenage tomfoolery no doubt?"

"Well – I could pinch a bottle of wine..."

"My son, the wino?"

"Oh, come on, I'd make it last at least two days."

"OK, but if you get caught, you're on your own."

"Thanks dad, I'll be very discreet."

"Any preferences?"

"I was thinking of a bottle of the Marqués de Riscal," I said, pushing my luck.

"My son, the 'discerning' wino," said dad, with a grin.

"You don't want to palm me off with a bottle of that dreadful 'Icelandic Burgundy' you bought a case of, do you?"

He laughed and ruffled my hair. I took my leave and stole the bottle of wine. Now the reason that I asked for that specific type is because of the way that it is packaged. Like many wines it comes in a bottle with a cork in it covered by a foil seal. However this vineyard goes a little further and each bottle is enclosed in a net made out of fine, gold coloured wire. This appears to signify that the contents cannot be tampered with. In fact the wire is simple to remove and replace without it showing.

While I was at it I stole a bottle of vodka and a couple of paper cups. Alone in my room I opened the wine bottle carefully, preserving the foil seal and the wire mesh. Into one paper cup I poured some wine, topped up the wine bottle with the vodka, and replaced the cork in the wine bottle. Fortunately this wine does not throw a sediment so I could mix the contents by shaking the bottle. This, by my calculations, should have just about doubled the alcohol content of the wine. With great care I replaced the foil and the wire mesh. Now the wine bottle looked to be in pristine condition. I then hid the doctored wine bottle with the paper cups and sneaked the vodka bottle into the cocktail cabinet downstairs. I was all set for this evening.

Chapter 34 (Tom)

Dinner was a very quiet meal. Dad and I are still not really talking to each other. Jerry's dad tried to keep up a conversation but it was obvious that things were not right. I couldn't wait to get away from the table and up to our room. After a short time Jerry came in.

"Why did you take the blame?" I asked him.

"It really was partly my fault. I saw you coming, but I decided to stand up to you. I thought that you'd veer off at the last minute."

"You were playing a game of chicken with me?"

"I suppose that you could call it that. But never mind see what I've got us!"

Here Jerry really gave me a shock. The little fucker had stolen a bottle of wine! I would never have believed he had the balls to do something like that. It was even a fancy bottle. The next thing he had his Swiss army knife out and the bottle was open. He produced some paper cups and we soon had one each, filled with wine.

Now to be honest I had never tasted wine before and I didn't know what to expect. It was completely different from anything that I have ever tried before. It wasn't sweet, or bitter like beer, it tasted of fruit and sort of smoked wood. I really liked it. Jerry wandered around slowly getting undressed as if he was getting ready for bed and I did the same. Since I was supposed to be in disgrace we made it look like we had gone to bed early and put the main light out.

God, that wine was good, but it doesn't last. In no time at all Terry was refilling my cup. So the two of us sat on his bed sipping wine, me naked and him wearing just those damned sexy scants. After a while he got up and corked the bottle. When he went to hide it away he bent over and I had a perfect view of his cute little butt covered with the tight material of his scants. By the time he was walking back to me I realized that I had the horn. He looked at it and grinned. The wine must have loosened my tongue because I felt that I had to explain it away.

"I haven't been able to jack off for a couple of days," I said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well, you have been there and..."

He laughed and said, "I've had exactly the same problem."

About here I noticed that he was sitting so close to me that our bodies were touching. I don't know why, but I put my arm round him, it felt kinda nice and he didn't seem to mind as he snuggled up close to me.

"Although there are only the two of us, we could try a circle jerk," he said, very quietly.

"What's that?"

He explained what it involved, a few guys, sitting naked in a circle, each jacking off the guy to his right. But I was a bit worried, as I've never touched another guy's cock before. Nah, that's not really true, I've grabbed guy's balls plenty of times, but that's not the same thing, is it? Then I realized that he had his hand round my cock and he was starting to play with it.

Once I managed to get a girl to jack me off. To be honest, she didn't like touching it and she didn't do a very good job, I think it was me having a foreskin that put her off.

Jerry however didn't mind at all. His hands are really soft and soon he had one hand on my balls while he stroked my cock with the other. He sure knows how to jack a guy off. He took me right up to the very edge of my orgasm and somehow held me there, just short of blowing my load.

Then he made me shoot, Hell it went everywhere! I even managed to get some on the bottom of my bunk, which was a good way above us. Afterwards he got a towel from the bathroom and cleaned it all up. Then he sat down next to me and I put my arm back round him, he got me to cup his balls in my hand while he pulled himself off. God, he came in about 30 seconds. He might only have a little one but he sure can shoot out the jism.

I don't know why, but we both slept together naked in his bed. His buns felt nice and soft, when he pushed them into my groin. He was still snuggled up against me in the morning and he didn't seem to mind my morning stiffy digging into him.

Chapter 35 (Jerry)

Tom fell for the 'stolen wine' ploy, hook line and sinker. As I watched I could see myself going up in his estimation. I managed to keep my back to him as I opened and poured the wine, so he never saw that my paper cup was already full. He took a sip and made a strange face.

"Don't you like it?" I inquired.

"I kinda thought it would be sweeter," he said, taking a bigger sip.

"No this is a Rioja, it's a dry wine."

He then took a gulp of the stuff. As I had hoped, he had never tasted wine before, so he couldn't detect the vodka. He then began drinking it like beer. I sat beside him on my bed, me wearing just my ice blue scants and him naked.

How I stopped myself from getting a stonking great erection I'll never know, but I did. Slowly the alcohol got into his system and his eyes began to get a bit glassy. I poured him a second cup and then hid the bottle. I suspect that he would have kept on drinking it until his eyeballs were floating.

When I got back from bunking the bottle his cock was getting hard and I looked straight at it, then grinned at him. He told me he was all randy, as he couldn't have a wank with me in the room. I sat down right next to him and after a while he put his arm round me and pulled me closer.

I suggested a circle jerk, but he had never heard of it. While I was explaining how it went, I quietly slipped my hand round the shaft of his cock. He really is a lot bigger than Gordon. It felt so strong and vibrant in my grip. He made no move to stop me, so I slowly began to wank him. He squeezed my shoulder and I took that as encouragement and started to caress his nuts with my other hand.

Soon he was rearing to go, but I eased off, not quite stopping, just enough to pull him back from shooting. I kept him near the edge for ages. Actually I've always wanted to try this on Gordon, but every time we get together we are too rushed. It was interesting to see what happens if you don't let a guy cum immediately. But then he started making whimpering noises and I thought I'd better let him shoot, so I went in for the kill.

His whole body began to tense up, and started to shake. His muscles all seemed to contract at once. The balls in my left hand were now scrunched up tight against the base of his cock and the shaft became alive in my hand. He was just about to enter a state of ecstasy and I was the one who was causing it. It was like I was operating his whole, beautiful, masculine body. His cock bucked and I almost lost my grip as he began to shoot his load.

My goodness did he ever shoot! At least twice as far as I ever got Gordon to go! My only regret was he didn't get to cum in my mouth. However I did manage to taste it as I went round the room cleaning up. We lay in each other's arms for a while, then he held my balls while I had a wank. He never got round to going up to his bed, so he spent the night with me, starkers, with me in his arms. I think he had a stonker all night, I felt it pushing into my bum. The next morning the incident was not mentioned.

Chapter 36 (Tom)

When we got up I didn't know what to say to Jerry, so I said nothing and neither did he. After breakfast we got our gear on and, I led the way, shamefaced, to the nursery slopes, somewhere I have never been since I was a kid. I soon found out what his main problem was; when he tries to turn corners, he puts his weight on the wrong foot and naturally he falls over. I tried telling him to put it on the other foot, but he wouldn't listen. So I decided to do something drastic, I took him, whimpering, up on one of the ski-tows.

Oh we didn't go very far up, but it was a lot higher than he had ever attempted. Then I got him to take off his skis and stand on mine behind me. So with his skis under one arm, both sets of ski poles under the other, and Jerry gripping me round the waist, we skied down the slope together and he was more or less forced to put his weight on the correct foot. After that he improved a lot and by the end of the day he could go a good way up on the ski-tow and ski down all on his own. I suppose that he is not as bad as I had imagined, he isn't really such a wus after all. Besides there is still half a bottle of wine waiting for us in our room and I have some plans for him this evening.

Chapter 37 (Jerry)

Things started out rather tense, neither of us talking about what happened last night. Then, after breakfast, Tom had to give me lessons. Like the instructor he went on and on about me using the wrong foot to turn. However unlike the instructor, he demonstrated how to do it, albeit in a rather dramatic manner.

He took me way up on one of the ski-tows and then made me ski down standing on his skis! This meant that I had to stand right behind him holding him round the waist! It was the most exciting thing that I have ever done, with my clothes on! As we raced down the slope at an insane speed I, for the first time in my life, experienced an adrenaline rush. For a moment I just didn't care about the possible consequences, I lived for the thrill of it. Gosh he has a muscular bum, and having it pushed into my crotch, I nearly creamed my pants.

But, I did see what he meant on the corners and when I was back on my own skis, I tried it and although it felt strange, it worked and I could at last turn corners without falling off. By the end of the day I was going almost all the way to the top of the ski-tow.

I wonder if he wants to play the wine game tonight? If he does, I'm going to be a bit more daring.

Chapter 38 (Tom)

I must have been drunk, that is the only real answer. Wine sure is a lot stronger than I thought. Jerry produced the bottle as soon as we were safely back in our room. I was hoping for another jerk circle, as he calls it, I quietly started to get undressed and he did the same. So we ended up like last night, both naked on his bed, sipping wine and me with my arm round him.

After he had refilled my cup I got to thinking, and I remember a story that Spike told me. Spike is my friend Carl's older brother. He said that one night he had got this chick in his car, parked in the middle of nowhere. They were on the back seat and she had his cock out jacking him off. He swears that all he did was put his hand on the back of her head, push gently and she went down on him. But when he came in her mouth, she belted him one in the eye and next morning he looked like he had done a couple of rounds in the boxing ring with the heavy weight champion.

Just like last night Jerry soon had his hands on my cock and nuts. As he played with them the thought of having someone give me a blow-job kept running through my brain. Eventually, when I was getting pretty hot, I put my hand on his head and just ruffled his hair in an encouraging way. Then I pushed, quite gently, on the back of his head.

Almost right away he moved his head onto my chest. This felt OK and it was a move in the right direction, so I tried another little push. Again I was lucky and his head slid down onto my stomach. I was now getting close to blowing my load, so I didn't have much time and I pushed again. This time he resisted and I groaned with frustration.

Finally I said, "Go on! Do it!"

He must have worked out what I was wanting him to do, because he just shook his head. I pushed even harder and his head was shoved down until his lips were all but touching the tip of my cock. By now I was real hot and getting irritated, so I growled, "Do it! Finish me off with your mouth."

Then before he could answer I gave another shove on his head and pushed his face onto my cock. I was kinda expecting him to fight back, but he just let me slip it into his mouth. God, I can still remember what it felt like, all warm and wet, soft and his tongue running all over the head of it. My hips began to buck, all on their own, and I knew that I was fucking his face. By now I had a good grip on his hair and there was no way that he was going to pull off before I shot.

He must have realized what was about to happen as he tried desperately to back off. Somehow that made it all the more exciting and I held him there and forced him to take my load. I don't know why, but I growled, "Swallow it!"

Then I kept him there until I had stopped shooting and I could hear him gulp. He was snivelling a bit when I let him go, but I spat on my hand, grabbed his little cock and jacked him off. Well, it was the least that I could do. Just like last time, he shot his bolt right away. He seemed to forgive me and snuggled up into my arms again.

We spent the night in his bed and in the middle of the night I caught him playing with my cock and balls. So I put my hands on his buns, they sure feel nice, all soft and round. Different from a girl's breasts, but still nice. He didn't say anything when I did it, he just gave my cock a gentle squeeze. This morning we didn't talk about it.

Chapter 39 (Jerry)

Strange, I spent most of the day working out cunning ploys to get my mouth round that big weapon of his, and it turns out I was pushing on an open door. Things went even faster than the night before, he started stripping off before I even unearthed the wine. We had a dead romantic cuddling session while the booze was getting into his system.

When I thought it was beginning to work I got hold of his shaft and caressed his balls. Then, before I could decide which route to take so that I could 'innocently' get my lips round it, he took over. His hand, which had been so playfully running through my hair, suddenly began pressing down. I moved my head and laid it on his broad chest. There I could hear his heart beating and right in front of my face was his manhood, with my hand holding it.

Presently he gave another shove and I moved down onto his belly. He has a hairy navel and the hairs were touching my cheek. I was now almost over powered by the smell of his erection, that sexy, seminal odour of a male in heat. He was close to the edge, and obviously having difficulty controlling himself. So I decided to play a little coy, just to make him work for it.

The next time he pushed I pushed back. I could feel the frustration building and eventually he was telling me to get on with it. Soon my face was all but touching the tip of his weapon and still I was holding back. Finally he pushed my face right onto it and I couldn't refuse to accept his present anymore.

Again his entire body began to be wracked with spasms and I was being held while he ravished my face. His manhood bucked and filled my mouth with his seed. His most precious gift, his genetic code, and now it was mine. The cock that filled my mouth kept shooting more of his cream and there was no way I was being allowed to decline my prize. He had a death grip on my head and, by the way he was ordering me to swallow, I knew that he would not let got until I had complied. So, having finished savouring his jism I sent it down my throat and into my stomach, where it would be part of me, forever.

When he eventually let me go I played the poor little boy who has just been abused. I must have touched a raw nerve, because he gave me a wet wank. Mind you, if he had just cuddled me I think I'd have cum. I woke in the middle of the night and decided to chance my luck and go for a quick feel. He woke up, but he wasn't mad at me, he just felt my bum for a while. I wonder if he would go all the way with me?

Alas, in the morning he clammed up again and carried on as if nothing had happened. However it was snowing, a positive blizzard so there was no skiing going to be done today. Part of me was sorry, I felt that, with Tom's help, I was beginning to enjoy skiing, but, on the other hand I had a lot of school work to get done this holiday too.

Tom looked at me as if I was mad when I told him I was going to write an essay on what I had done on my holiday. He said he had been given the same assignment but he wasn't going to be bothered.

Actually it was a bit of a job trying to write while he was moping around the bedroom, so I went down to the lounge and had a look through the bookcase. Most of the books were in English, which must come from the fact that an English renting agency lets out the house. To be honest, the majority of them were not the type that would hold Tom's interest. But I did find one, White Fang – by Jack London. I read it years ago as a kid and I've reread it several times since. I thought it might do, so I took it up and handed it to Tom.

He looked at the book, as if I had handed him a tampon, or something equally useless to a teenage male, and made to chuck it on the table.

"No, try it, you might like it. Well, at least read the first chapter and see how it goes," I said.

He made a grumpy noise and slouched on the chair with the book in his hands, leaving me free to get back to my laptop. Now I will admit that when I'm writing I get so engrossed in what I'm doing that the world could end without me noticing. However I was dragged back to the real world by the maid calling us to lunch. To my surprise I discovered that Tom was still on the chair with his nose buried in the book. In fact he rushed through his lunch just to get back to it!

When I got back to the bedroom he was lying on the bed reading. Gosh he looked beautiful at rest, like some big, powerful feline, relaxed but dangerous. Quietly I grinned to myself, because I knew what he was like when he was dangerous. Fortunately I was just finishing the final read-through of my work when he finished the book.

"Shit! This guy is a great writer. I'd sure like to meet him some day," he said, stretching and giving me something to look at.

"I somehow doubt if that'll happen," I said, with a wry grin.

"Why not? my dad knows a lot of important people."

"Yes, but he died way back, I think it was during World War One."

"What?" he said, in disbelief.

"Well he wrote this in, let me see," I said, taking the book and looking inside the front cover, "1906."

"Shit! I never thought I'd read an old book."

"In its way, it's a classic," I pointed out.

He looked quite stunned for a while, then got up and had a peek at my laptop, asking, "What have you been up to?"

"Oh, just the usual rubbish. The sort of stuff that English teachers go for."

He scrolled slowly through my work and said, "Fuck, how do you ever remember all those facts. This bit sounds like the history of Geneva Airport."

I laughed and said, "Oh that's the easy bit. Before we left home I went onto the Internet and dug out all the info on the places we would be going through and copied it to disk. Then when we went through the places I grabbed any tourist handouts. So when it came to writing the essay, all I did was to copy it out in my own words."

"She-it!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Well, all the info is still on file and you can use it since you have basically got to write the same thing."

So we changed places and he took over the laptop while I lay on my bed. I pretended to read the book, but I was really watching him, he is so beautiful, I would like to lick every inch of his body. What would it feel like if he was inside me when he came? Even thinking about it gives me goose pimples.

Chapter 40 (Tom)

Snow! I love it to ski on, but when it is falling from the sky and I'm stuck indoors, I hate it. I was going out of my gourd with boredom, while Jerry just sat himself down and said he was going to write an essay. Maybe he is a wus after all.

Then the strangest thing happened. My pacing about got on his nerves and he went downstairs, coming back with a book. He expected me to sit and read it. I just about told him where to shove it, but he went on and on, saying how good it was. So to shut him up I decided to read a bit.

You might not believe it, but I read the whole book. Oh, I have read books before, but not like this one. Once I got started, I just didn't want to put it down and break the spell. It was all about a dog, who was half wolf. But the weird thing was, it was the dog who was telling the story. For the first time I saw the world as a dog sees it.

Then, when I was finished Jerry went and told me that the guy who wrote it died years ago, in fact the story is about 100 years old! But it didn't seem that old fashioned. I wonder if he wrote anything else?

While I was reading Jerry had been writing his essay. It seem that he has figured out an easy way to do it. First he looks up on the net all the places he will be going before he leaves. He copies off all the stuff, picks up any tourist handouts, and then just copies it into his essay. He let me have his laptop for me to do the same. God, won't my English teacher be surprised, an essay from me.

After I finished he read through what I'd written and sighed. I asked what was wrong and he said, "Well, you embellish things."

"I what?"

"Take this line, 'Geneva Airport is like very unique...'"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Do you know what 'unique' means?"

"Yeah, like, sort of special."

"No... It means it is the only one of it's kind in the world. So the word 'unique' is an absolute, you cannot have anything greater than 'unique'. It is either unique or it isn't. So out comes the 'very'. I think there are too many 'likes' in here, so I'll pull them as well," he said, tapping away at the keyboard.

After about half an hour he was finished and the maid was telling us it was time for dinner. But, I think I'll get my first A for that essay.

Chapter 41 (Jerry)

To be honest, it would have been quicker to write his essay for him, than correct his work. He might look about two years older than me, and yes, he does have to shave, even if it is only every third day, but his command of his native language leaves a lot to be desired. However he did seem to be very happy with the result. So much so, that he ate his dinner without once going on about the noodles.

Back upstairs I wondered what would happen as there was no wine left. But he just carried on as before. He slowly stripped, and I followed. We ended up on my bed, naked. I went for his tackle and he began to fondle my bum. Eventually he whispered, "Go suck it for me."

It was difficult to appear to be reluctant, but I made a convincing effort. Eventually he was holding my head again and guiding it towards his erection. This time he got it into my mouth before he was on the edge of erupting. So I had a nice long time to play with it. Now that I was more used to its size, I managed to get a fair bit of the shaft in too. Instead of going directly for his balls, I rubbed my hands up and down the inside of his thighs. If the noises he was making were anything to go on, he was loving it.

As I worked I was trying to think how I could bring the conversation round to him actually mounting me. But then the hands that had been so tenderly caressing my bum subtly started to explore a little further. One finger found its way into my crack and brushed ever so gently at my backdoor. Then the pressure was applied. I, of course, did nothing to resist, so quite soon it was on the inside of me.

This must have been a great turn on for him as his hips began to move the moment he entered me. He kept his cock and his finger perfectly synchronised, one penetrating each end of me. Once more, the control of his being began to slip gradually from his hands into mine. Again I was sitting in the driving seat of his magnificent body and all the muscles were responding to my touch, why I was even orchestrating his thinking for him.

Exactly on schedule I had him holding my head in an iron grip, while he pumped his cum into my apparently unwilling mouth. At the other end his finger could go no further up me. There it had found my hotspot and now I felt my control start to go. As I sucked the living seed out of his manhood I tried to imagine it to be where his finger was, up me to the hilt. I must have succeeded because I came on the spot, without ever touching myself.

Suddenly his finger was out of me, my head was pulled off his cock and before I could do anything I was being kissed by him. No gentle brush on the lips, this was a full blooded, open mouth, tongue down my throat, sexual kiss. If I hadn't just blown my lot, that would have most certainly made me cum.

When we broke apart, some time later, he whispered, hoarsely, in my ear, "I want to fuck you."

I couldn't get my voice to work, so I kissed him again. Only this time I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Gosh, he has such big teeth!

After a while we discussed what we had been doing together. He never knew that boys had a hotspot inside them. After a while he put his finger back inside me and asked me what it felt like. I told him that it made me want to feel his cock in there. He got quite excited and managed to get a second finger in me. But that stretched me too far and it was hurting. We both agreed that a lubricant would be required and I didn't like to say that I already had a tube of KY in my kit. So I promised to go into town and see what I could get in the morning.

Chapter 42 (Tom)

After dinner is was straight up to the bedroom. Nothing was said, but soon we were both on his bed naked. He still needed quite a bit of pushing before he would go down on me. This time I didn't shoot right away, but I began to play with his buns. Gradually I went towards his ring, I think that I want to butt-fuck him. Hell, it can't be that different from butt-fucking a chick and Spike says that is it almost as good as doing it from the front. Safer even, as you can't knock her up that way.

I had just got my finger through his ring when I realized that I was cuming. I held his head and fucked his face, while I finger fucked his ass. I was in the middle of shooting when I felt his ass grab my finger and I realized that he was shooting too.

When it was all over I pulled out of his ass, grabbed his head and kissed him. If I'm going to fuck him he had better know that I'm the one playing the man, so I used my tongue. He went quite wild, and I thought that he was going to suck the tongue right out of my mouth.

When we were lying, getting our breath back, I told him that I was going to fuck him and he kissed me! So I figure that he must want it. Then I discovered that it was me fingering him that made him want to be fucked, so I did it again. I eventually found the exact spot, just behind the base of his cock, but on the inside. If I rub that spot, he's like putty in my hands. I got a second finger in him, but he's too tight. He said that he needs some lube. So he'll go into town and get some tomorrow. It had better be some good stuff, or he'll be walking funny, 'cause I'm gonna fuck him so hard...

Chapter 43 (Jerry)

I woke up in his arms again with his morning hard-on pushing into my stomach. After a bit of delicate wriggling on my part I soon had it repositioned between my legs, just under my balls. Gosh, it felt good in there, so hard and full of life. I started a humping motion. After a few minutes he drifted back to consciousness and his hips took over the action from me.

He yawned and casually rolled us both over, me onto my back and him on top of me. Then he took me by the wrists and moved my hands over my head. His legs went on the outside of mine trapping his cock between my thighs. I was now more or less helpless beneath his weight. I found this to be the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. He was totally dominating me and I was loving every second of it.

I looked up at his face and found he had a very determined look on it. I now realised that if he ever got his weapon in me he would give me no quarter.

Finally he spoke, "Shit! I wish you were a girl!"

"Why?" I asked, my heart racing.

"Because, if you were, I'd fuck your brains out 'bout three times a day."

"You'd knock me up," I pointed out.

"So what, I'd still enjoy it, and so would you."

"But if I really was a girl, I doubt if our parents would let us share a bedroom."

He laughed at that and for a while lay still on top of me. Finally he pulled my hands down by my side and sat on my chest, straddling me. This time his legs were effectively trapping my arms. His manhood, eager and erect, waved before my face. I was getting ready to suck him off again, but this was now what he had in mind for me. His eyes never left mine as his right hand grasped his shaft and he began to wank himself.

A few seconds later his face began to contort and his orgasm grew closer. Fascinated, my gaze now moved to his pounding hand and what it held. I barely saw the first glob of his cum shoot out of the eye of his prick, but I certainly felt it hit my face. I was still surprised at its warmth when the second one hit my nose. Amazingly enough none hit the pillow, despite the distraction of his orgasm, his aim was perfect, hitting me every time.

I lay there, looking up at his towering figure, feeling his cum grow cold on my face, I was on cloud nine. He released his cock and it drooped before me. He then quite coldly ran his finger over some of the cum collecting it. I squinted at the finger as it moved to my lips. Slowly over the next few minutes he collected all his spent load and fed it to me. I noticed that he had a strangely hard look on his face as he did it. For myself, I had reached a new level of ecstasy.

His final act of depravity was to put his, now limp, member into my mouth for me to clean it. About here I managed to get my hand free enough to reach my own cock. Given what had just happened, it will come as no surprise when I tell you that I shot my load pretty quickly. Most of it hit him squarely on the back. I didn't care, I was happily trying to choke myself on his manhood.

He carefully got off me and lay face down on the bed. Then he said, "Clean it off!"

Instinctively I knew that he didn't want me to go to the bathroom to fetch a towel. So I rolled over and sat on his bum. Then I bent forwards and licked his back, diligently removing all traces of my orgasm. Daringly I licked him close to his crack, but he growled, "Don't get any ideas."

Surprisingly, he let me lie on top of him. His bum felt even better, when it was naked. But then we heard the call to breakfast, so we had to get up and dressed double quick.

Chapter 44 (Tom)

I woke up to find Jerry had got my prick between his legs and he was fucking himself on it. So I rolled on top of him and took over. Shit, I really do wish he was a girl, he's so fuckable. I reckon that he is begging for it. Spike says that all the girls want it, but they just play it cool, to make the guys try harder. I think that Jerry's the same. Spike also said that the boy must always be in charge, you've never got to let her make the decisions.

I feel that Jerry likes me to be in charge, so I decided to boss him about a bit, to see if he would go for it. I pulled out from between his legs and sat on his chest. I carefully trapped his arms down by his sides so he couldn't grab anything. Then I jacked myself off and dumped all my cum on his face. It looked kinda good, my jism all over his pretty-boy face. Then to show him that I was the top dog, I wiped it off and fed it to him.

He licked it of my finger without a murmur. So I let him have my prick to lick clean too. I mustn't have been watching because the little bastard got one hand free and pulled himself off, shooting it all up my back. But I made him lick that off as well. He even tried to lick down into my crack. It felt nice, but I didn't want him to get any ideas about fucking me, so I stopped him. We were still lying in bed together when the maid called us to breakfast and we suddenly had to move it.

Chapter 45 (Jerry)

After breakfast we went down to the town, it was still snowing a bit and the slopes were still closed. The apparent purpose of the trip was to get some lubricant. As I already had the tube of KY, I prudently put it in my pocket. My plan was a simple one, I lose Tom for a while, nip into a shop and buy a tube of toothpaste, stick the tube of KY in the same bag, and Bob's your uncle.

I had of course forgotten Tom's xenophobia. He's alright on the ski slopes, where he doesn't have to talk to anyone. But in town it's a different story, he stuck to me like glue. I'm not sure why he has any confidence in me. True I can speak a little French. I can inform anyone inquiring after the location of my aunt's pen, telling them that it is on my uncle's desk. But, that is not really much help when you are in a German speaking canton of Switzerland, supposedly buying a tube of sexual lubricant!

I was beginning to despair of ever getting shot of him, when he provided the solution. It came in the most unlikely form, they actually have a McDonald's in Zermatt!

Of course the instant that he saw it, he was off, saying he was going to get some 'real food' at last. I declined to accompany him on the grounds of good taste.

As soon as he disappeared under the golden arches I made a bee line for a general store. Two minutes later and I was back on the street holding a paper bag in my hand with both tubes inside. Getting Tom back out was a more difficult matter, he had gone on a 'super-sized' blow-out. They had minced up a fair bit of a cow, fried it, crammed it into a bun, with a few bits of vegetation for décor, and sold it to Tom. He was now trying to eat this, along with enough chips to feed a family of four and washing it down with what appeared to be a firkin of Coke.

Naturally, after that lot, he didn't want his lunch. In the afternoon we still couldn't go skiing and I settled down to do the maths problems that I had brought with me. Tom foolishly complained, in front of his parents, that he had nothing to do. His mother instantly reminded him that his school had also given him some work to do over the holiday. So, with a look like thunder on his face, we went up to our room.

To shut him up I looked over his problems. They were quite straight forward algebra, not easy, but no trick questions.

"What's wrong with them?" I asked.

"It's the letters," he explained, "why do they need letters, why can't they just use numbers?"

After a little more investigation I discovered that he had a total hang up on this simple point. He could easily do the calculations if I substituted numbers for the letters. Slowly I got it into his head that the letters were just place holders for the numbers and after a few tries he got the idea. It was quite amazing the transformation, he sat down and did the rest all on his own. He must have really poor teachers at his school. Because he isn't stupid, just ignorant, and fortunately that's correctable.

Chapter 46 (Tom)

It was still fucking snowing when we went down town, but it was easing off. Jerry is not afraid of walking into a place where he can't speak the language! He is much bolder than I could ever be. But I soon forgot about the snow when I found a McDonald's, thank fuck! At last I can have a meal that doesn't have any fucking noodles in it!

Naturally, in McD's ordering is easy, you don't need to speak the language. I had just started eating when Jerry was back, going on about me not wanting my lunch. Shit he's just like my mum. Anyway, who wants noodles when there is hamburger to be had?

He was right, I didn't eat my lunch, but who gives a fuck. Then he decided that, since we couldn't go skiing, he would do his math assignment. Mum got wind of it and the next thing that I knew I was having to do mine!

I thought that I would be real crafty and get him to do it for me, so I let him look it over. He read it through and asked what the problem was. I asked him how you were supposed to work with letters instead of numbers, I mean, it's fucking stupid. Isn't it?.

Then he showed me that the letters are just standing in for the numbers, until you can figure them out. The funny thing was, he made it sound so fucking easy, and when I tried one for myself, it was easy! Shit! I've spent all my time avoiding math and, once he had explained it to me, it's dead simple. Now I'm real mad at someone, but I'm not sure whom.

Chapter 47 (Jerry)

I had just finished my maths problems and found that it was still only mid afternoon. Tom was lying on my bed looking very sexy. Now, of course, I can look at his body without offending him. After a moment I realised that he was posing for me, and this made me grin.

He slowly and deliberately opened his jeans pulling out his cock. It was already partially hard and he stroked it in leisurely manner, carefully keeping his eyes on me the whole time. The sexual charge in the air was just about making my hair stand on end. He broke the silence by saying, "If you want it, here it is."

I felt like I was in a dream as I got up and walked across to him. I knelt beside the bed and he released his manhood into my keeping. I put my hand round it and moved it up and down, making full use of his foreskin. He settled into a more comfortable position, placing his hands nonchalantly behind his head. I got his balls out of his jeans and kissed them reverently. Soon their contents would be mine.

I next licked the eye of his cock, and for the first time I noticed that he produced some clear love juice. A little skilful licking on my part earned me some more of the liquid. Then I gradually engulfed the naked head of it with my mouth. I kept going down on him until it was touching the back of my throat and threatening to make me gag. This action made him groan.

It was obvious that this time I was getting to call all the shots, he was just going to lie back and let me pleasure him. I wet the index finger of my left hand, then worked it into his crack. I fully expected him to stop me, but he let me continue. Very soon I was pushing at his back door and to my surprise my finger was allowed to enter him.

Locating his hot spot for the first time was a remarkably easy task. The moment that the tip of my finger went over it, he reacted. I now concentrated my finger's movements on that one place and he began to writhe. This caused me to work a bit harder with my tongue and lips. Little by little his body began to arch off the bed, his moment was near.

For the first time I did not have him holding my head on his weapon as he shot, and I had quite a bit of trouble stopping it escaping from my mouth as he thrashed about. Although I got most of his load down my throat a fair amount ended up on my face, mainly round my mouth. When he finally ran dry I released his spent manhood and licked my lips, and moved the last of his load to its proper place. Slowly I withdrew my finger and he shuddered.

I put his cock back in my mouth and opened my jeans. There, kneeling on the floor beside him, with my face buried in his bush and the contents of his balls now safely in my belly, I quickly finished myself off.

"Fuck, that fingering me, it was something else. I couldn't have stopped myself from shooting," he said, as I rose and started the clean up.

"Yes, I know. I just wonder what your cock will feel like. It's a lot fatter than a finger," I replied.

"You'll manage." he said, confidently.

I smiled, then bent over him and kissed the cock that had just fed me.

"You like sucking it, don't you."

It would have been foolish to deny this, so I nodded.

"And you don't mind when I shoot in your mouth?"

"That's the best bit," I confessed, "that, and getting to swallow it."

"You're real weird, you know that," he said, beckoning to me.

"You're very sexy," I replied, joining him on the bed.

We were still lying together, kissing and cuddling, when the call to dinner came.

Chapter 48 (Tom)

Having finished my math assignment I lay on his bed watching him sitting at the desk working. There is something about him that turns me on. If he really was a girl, I'd get a big kick out of knocking him up. Watching the facial expression as I shot my bolt, knowing that I can't be stopped, and there is now a bun in the oven.

Thinking such thoughts began to make me hard. About that point he finished his work and looked me over. I kinda think that he's cock mad and to test this I pulled mine out. It took very little encouragement to get him started, he was straight over, kissing it and slobbering over it.

Then he started fingering me. At first I was minded to stop him, but I remembered how he had acted when I got my finger in him, so I let him do it. At first it felt real strange to have something moving in there. But it didn't hurt or make me wanna puke so I let him get on with it.

Then he touched something and like wow, I was rearing to shoot. As soon as he found it he gave it a good working over and I was filling his mouth for him again. This time I noticed that I didn't have to make him take it, he did it all on his own.

He looked up at me, after I'd stopped shooting and he had got it all round his mouth. I got a kick out of that, God knows why, but I did. He even licked it off his lips and swallowed it, without me having to tell him to do it. He's beginning to know what turns me on and he's good at remembering it. I asked him and he said that he enjoys sucking my prick and swallowing my load. Well, if it keeps him happy, it keeps me happy too. I got him onto the bed with me and we lay together until dinner. I was all nice and cuddly with him, but tonight, he gets fucked.

Chapter 49 (Jerry)

Tonight at dinner Tom chose a glass of wine instead of a beer. I watched his expression as he tasted it. Oops, I could see he noticed the difference. The crafty beggar managed to get a second glass, something I've never dared try. To my surprise my dad refilled my glass. Thus I was a little drunk when we got to our room.

He wasted no time on niceties saying, "That wine sure tasted a lot different than the stuff you got."

"I pinched a Rioja, what you had tonight was a Burgundy," I said, hoping that he would not pursue the matter.

"Well, the stuff you stole was a lot stronger."

I felt my face go red but I said nothing. This made him even more suspicious.

"Did you put anything in it?" he asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"What?"

"A little vodka," I admitted, in a small voice.

"How much?"

"Well... It made it about twice as alcoholic as normal," I confessed.

"But why?"

"I was dying to get my hands on your cock, and I thought it would be easier if you were a bit drunk." I explained.

At that he roared with laughter. When he quietened down he said, "Back home it's the boys who try to get the girls drunk in the hope of a blow job. But you got me drunk so you could suck mine?"

I grinned and nodded as I moved closer to him. I let my hands run over his crotch, gently caressing his manhood through his jeans. His only reaction was to start getting hard. So I unzipped his jeans and got it out again. It was good to have it back in my grasp. His foreskin gives it a sort of soft outer cover over the firmness of his weapon. The iron fist in the velvet glove.

I dropped to my knees before him and took him in my mouth. He let me do what I wanted with his cock as he undressed himself. Soon he was standing naked with his jeans and boxers round his ankles and me still firmly attached to his cock by my mouth.

But he had not forgotten his promise to give me a real seeing to. I was unceremoniously pulled off his weapon and told to strip. As I was doing this he dug out the tube of KY and retired to the upper bunk where he waited for me, holding the lubricant quite visibly in his hand.

When I was naked I was told to get my ass up there. In no time at all I was beside him, only to be place face down on the bed. My legs were quite roughly pulled apart and he knelt between them. The KY felt icy as he applied it. I'll say this for him, he didn't show any sign of squeamishness as he fingered it into me. After a while things down there began to feel a bit full and I asked, "How many fingers are you using?"

"I've got three in you now. That's about the same as the diameter of my prick. But I think that I'll try for four, just to be on the safe side."

I tried to protest but he growled, "Shut the fuck up."

So I ended up being stretched to four fingers for the first time in my life. It wasn't really painful, just uncomfortable. Eventually he was satisfied with his handiwork and I was rather surprised to be turned over and told to lie on my back. Naturally I asked why, as I had always assumed that boys lay facing the same way when they did it.

"I wanna see your face when I fuck you," he said, with a rather nasty grin.

He then quite deliberately let me watch as he greased up his cock. In the end he encircled the base of it with his fingers and said, "You're going to get it all the way up to here!"

I felt a shudder run through me as he grasped my ankles and placed one on each of his shoulders. He then lifted my bum and placed one of his pillows under me. This now left me lying at the perfect angle for him. He guided his shaft into my crack and I felt it engage. He gave a shove and it entered me with amazing ease. For the first time I realised how important his fingering had been.

Now he watched me with an interested look on his face, judging my reaction to every move he made. At first all he was doing was getting in me. A more or less continuous sequence of small thrusts, each ramming a little more of his manhood in. I very quickly began to feel full back there and I instinctively tried to push him out. This only made it worse as the next thrust got twice as much of him in me as usual.

Then quite suddenly it happened, the head of his weapon ran over my hotspot. My worries about being overfilled instantly evaporated as a wave of lustful pleasure washed over me. My instincts now took over from my conscious thinking. I began to writhe beneath him rubbing my hotspot over his manhood. He very quickly caught on and his attempts at penetration stopped as he concentrated on stimulating me.

Deep down I knew that my actions were obscene but it didn't matter, all I wanted was for him to keep on doing it forever. I looked at him and he was still watching me with a look of depraved delight on his face as he kept his hips moving. Slowly a glassy look came into his eyes and he grunted, "I'm cuming!"

Strangely enough this was the very last thing that I wanted! I knew that as soon as he shot his bolt he would stop screwing me.

"No!" I begged him.

A strangely determined look flashed across his face and he growled, "Yes!"

Now he stopped trying to pleasure me and switched to a most earnest thrusting motion. This drove the full length of his manhood in and out of me. I tried to stop him by gripping his pounding hips, but again I only made things worse for myself. He gave a mighty thrust, totally impaling me on his weapon and I knew that he was filling me with his jism. I could actually feel it being pumped into me.

Emptying his balls must have taken about six strokes, each of which was a murderous thrust. He collapsed on top of me, bending me double. We lay in this disorganised heap, gasping for breath. After a while he wearily lifted his weight off, me and moved to a kneeling position. He carefully remained inside me during the move. Then my legs were thankfully removed from his shoulders and I wrapped then round his waist, so he couldn't withdraw his cock.

I was now enjoying the feeling of his manhood shrinking inside me, gradually getting softer and smaller. He spat on his hand and used that to deal with my erection. There I was lying on my back, with him still inside me, as he gave me a wet wank, it was paradise on Earth.

Now, I know that we were on the upper bunk, and true, the ceiling in the room was not very high, but I still take great pride in hitting it! OK only the first wad made it, but it was still an achievement. The bugger didn't quit wanking me until I grabbed his hand and forced him to stop.

In retaliation I wouldn't let him have his cock back for ages. Eventually I did get down on to the floor and I was aching all over. I made my way to the toilet and there I had the biggest, and loudest, wet fart of my life. I could hear him sniggering in the bedroom. When I returned he took his turn to go clean up and as ever we ended up in my bed together.

There is something of an animal about him. He goes at sex like a beast, unsophisticated and primitive. He just wants to pump his partner full of his seed and enjoy himself while doing it. He takes pleasure in humiliating me. Gradually he is pulling me down to his level. I think that is why I'm so attracted to him.

He was hard when I woke the next morning so I went down on him. He said nothing and just lay back, with his hands behind his head and enjoyed it.

Chapter 50 (Tom)

At dinner I swapped my usual beer for a glass of wine. It tasted nothing like the stuff Jerry had given me, but I drank it all the same. Jerry was now giving me funny looks and I became suspicious. I wangled a second glass but it still didn't have the same kick to it. When we got back to the room I asked and Jerry eventually told me that he had spiked the stuff he got. The bastard was trying to get me drunk just so he could get at my prick! All he needed to do was ask, and I'd have let him suck me off.

Tonight, as I was going to fuck him, I wanted it to happen on my territory. So he ended up face down getting greased up on my bunk. Now one of the things that Spike told me, which I had found strange was; you can butt fuck a girl and still do it face to face. True, she ends up in an uncomfortable position, but what the Hell.

Jerry looked a bit confused when he was told to turn over, but he did it just the same. He asked why and, for once in my life, I told the truth. I wanted to watch his face as I fucked him. Just for fun I showed him what he was going to get and he looked real frightened. I got a kick out of that.

Another thing Spike had told me was to do a lot of fingering first, so I made sure that I had all four fingers in him before I tried to shaft him, and Spike was right! My prick went in without any trouble. It was kinda nice as it sort of 'rode' in on my foreskin. As it was peeled back the naked head of my cock touched his guts, it felt real good.

He looked half frightened to death as I pushed it into him. Not wanting to spook him I went in little by little. After a bit, he relaxed and it slipped in easier. Yeah, he was putting up with it just fine. Although he did look worried. Then he suddenly groaned and started wriggling about like a mad thing.

I figured that I had just reached his hotspot so I played on it, rubbing the head of my knob over it, he went wild! I kept it up for as long as I could, but it felt so good that I knew I was gonna shoot. The moment I told him I was cuming he started begging me not to, just like a girl shitting herself about getting a bun in her oven. Now that was a real turn on, and I truly let him have it, fucking his butt as hard as I could.

He kept on pleading with me, but it was too late, my cock was in him to the hilt and my balls were being pumped dry. Shit man, that felt wild! He was mine now. If ever I felt like a fuck again, his ass was where it was gonna happen.

When I sat up and took his legs off my shoulders he got them round my waist and wouldn't let me pull out of him. He really is cock mad. So I spit on my hand and jacked him off. When he shot it hit the ceiling, not bad for a little guy with a tiny prick. Yeah, he really likes a cock inside him, 'cause he wouldn't let me take it out for ages. Then he went to the toilet and made a real loud noise trying to get my load outa of his ass.

We slept together again, as I'm beginning to like having someone in bed with me. I think he kept me hard the whole night. Anyway, it's nice to wake up and just lie there while you get your cock sucked. He must like getting his breakfast in bed.

Chapter 51 (Jerry)

Dad caught me alone after breakfast, boy was he in a good mood. It seems that Tom's dad is going to join dad's company, and me getting on with Tom played a major part in his decision. I nearly laughed when he told me the reason; Tom's dad thinks that I'm a 'good influence' on Tom!

Since he's been in my company he's been reading books and doing his school work. This is seen as close to miraculous. Tom's dad is even thinking of sending him to my school, and he was asking dad what qualifications he would need to get in. If the truth be told, the main qualification is to have a fat wallet!

In any event the sun is shining out my sore little bum. Dad thinks I'm great, Tom's dad thinks I can work miracles, and Tom loves to screw me. On top of all that the weather had improved and the ski slopes were open again.

Tom took me up on a chair lift, a lot easier than a ski-tow, plus I got to grope him all the way up. As there was no one on the chair behind us, we risked a quick kiss. Then came the descent! Tom is stark raving bonkers! He goes flying down the slope risking life and limb. Naturally he expects me to do the same.

The trouble is, his madness is infectious, and I think I'm catching it. You have no idea of the thrill you can get whizzing down the snow at goodness knows how many miles-per-hour. My head was buzzing for about an hour after we got home. In fact we were both so hyper that we rushed upstairs and I sucked Tom off in the bathroom. He was still wearing his ski gear when I did it!

Chapter 51 (Tom)

Dad was looking better than he has done for months this morning. He is going to work for Jerry's dad and we'll be moving to England. The big joke is; he thinks Jerry is having a positive effect on my schooling. He's even going to try to send me to Jerry's school.

This worries me a bit. Jerry is so fucking intelligent, even if he doesn't let it show too much. He seems to know all sorts of things, and he can explain them so that I can understand them too. Maybe going to his school I could learn better, if I can keep up. But then, Jerry will be there to coach me if I need it.

The slopes were open today, thank fuck. So I took Jerry up on a chair lift. The little guy can't keep his hands off me. To give him a thrill I got him to come down one of the faster slopes. I think he nearly crapped himself the first time, but then he got used to it. By the end of the afternoon there was the light of madness in his eyes.

When we got home, the instant we were alone he dragged me into the bathroom, bolted the door, tore open my pants and blew me on the spot. I think he has found the link between danger and sex. But blowing me in the bathroom won't save his ass, tonight I figure on fucking him again!

Chapter 53 (Jerry)

Dinner was quite a happy meal; both our dads were on top form. The wine flowed freely, so Tom and I had two glasses each. Back up in our room I quizzed him about the other work he had been given for the holiday and discovered he had even more maths to do.

This time it was geometry, a totally logical subject. Again he had paid no attention to what he had been taught. I had to start with the straight line being the shortest distance between two points and work up from there.

However this time he listened to me and we made good progress. We got as far as working with circles when he told me that he didn't understand pi at all. He actually made a most laughable mistake, but I soon sorted that out.

I had just finished explaining to him why pi could not be equal to 3 when there was a knock on our door and his dad stuck his head round. I think he was surprised to find us studying, but he did point out that it was gone eleven and, if we wanted to be up early, we should now be in bed. So we finished up and got ready for sex.

Chapter 54 (Tom)

After such a happy dinner I was expecting Jerry to jump right into the sack with me, but he started on about my school assignments again. In no time at all he was explaining geometry to me. He has a knack of making it all so simple that even I can follow him.

I asked him if pie was called pie because circles were round like a pie, as in say, pie charts. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Then he told me that pi is a letter in the Greek alphabet! So I asked why it was always three point something, instead of just three.

Just using a pair of compasses, a straight edge and a pencil, he showed me. He drew a circle and, still using the compasses, he marked the circumference into six equal pieces. Then using the straight edge he drew a hexagon that just fitted into the circle. Next he divided it into six equilateral triangles.

Now, using the proofs that we had worked out he showed me that a hexagon's perimeter was three times its diameter. As the perimeter of the circle was just a little bit larger, pi could never be equal to three. The amazing thing was, he never measured anything to prove it!

Then dad stuck his head in and told us to go to bed. As he cleared the table I did a slow strip in front of him. Tonight I wanted to find out exactly how far he would go to get me to fuck him.

Chapter 55 (Jerry)

Tom was standing naked complete with a stonker, all ready to go, when I finished clearing up. He had one of his funny looks on his face and I wondered what was coming. As it happened, I didn't have long to wait.

"So what do you want tonight?" he asked.

"I want you to do me again," I answered, instantly.

"To do what to you?" he asked, coyly.

"Take me."

"Take you where?"

I could see where this was all leading. I don't like using swear words. Some kids think it makes them sound grown-up. They are usually the same ones that think smoking makes you look mature. But I could see that it I wanted it tonight I would have to ask for it properly.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Good. Now describe exactly what you want me to do." he said, maliciously adding. "In detail."

"I want you to put your cock in me."

"Where in you?"

"In my arse, er ass," I said, correcting myself.

"And?"

"I want you to fuck me silly."

"And?"

"And cum inside me."

I could see that the dirty talk was having an effect on him. His erection was now beating in time with his heart. I quickly got out of my clothes.

"Right! Tonight we're going to do it doggy style, so get down on the floor, on your hands and knees," he ordered.

"Why doggy style?"

"Because you're acting like a bitch in heat, so that's the way you're gonna get fucked."

I dropped to my hands and knees. In this position I was greased up to ease his entry. He got behind me, guided his cock to its target, grabbed my hips and thrust forwards. Ah, the feeling of his manhood back in my guts! He had paused after his initial thrust and I now pushed back, driving him further in.

"My little bitch is hot to trot tonight," he observed, thrusting forwards to match my movement.

"Do it slowly," I requested.

"Sure," he said, slipping a little more in.

Eventually he hit the spot and I began to wriggle about. This time he just sort of stayed still, giving me a firm cock to screw myself on. His hands held my hips, ensuring that my movements did not cause him to fall out. I could feel that I was making him hotter and hotter. However I was quite unprepared for what came next.

A wet hand grabbed my shaft and instantly went in for the kill. I tried pleading with him to stop, but it was useless. In no time at all I was having my orgasm. He immediately began his violent thrusting, driving the entire length of his manhood in and out of me. This caused quite a lot of pain, but as I was in the throes of my orgasm, a strange thing happened. The pain stopped mattering anymore, it just heightened my pleasure. I knew that my bum was in a spasm, gripping his shaft and he was enjoying the feeling. I was being used in the most depraved way. While all of this was in its own way quite worrying what was causing me real concern was, how much I was loving it.

When we were finished, he wouldn't let me go and clean up. He said that he wanted me to keep his load inside me all night. I did as I was told, and it gave me a weird kick to obey him.

Chapter 56 (Tom)

I've noticed that Jerry doesn't swear, but tonight I made him ask to be fucked. I even got him to tell me exactly what he wanted me to do to him, then I did it.

I took him like a dog and it felt good to mount him. You can get a good grip in that position. Shit, he was so eager that he was even backing on to me. Then he just about fucked himself on my cock. That was real neat, I knelt behind him, provided the hard cock, and he did all the work. A lazy man's fuck if ever I saw one.

As soon as I was nearly there I wet my hand and grabbed his cock. Then I made him shoot first! It was real cool, he was begging me to stop, but there was nothing he could do. When he started shooting again I laid into him, fucking him real hard. At first I thought I had hurt him because his ass tried to strangle my cock. But his cock kept on spurting, so I kept on banging him until my balls were dry. I wouldn't even let him go to the bathroom afterwards. I made him keep it in all night. He's mine now alright and he does as I tell him.

Chapter 57 (Jerry)

The next day was glorious and we were out skiing the whole day, with me following Tom down the slopes at, in my opinion, lethal speeds. The adrenaline rush that I get is unbelievable. It is like being on a rollercoaster except you know that you are not safe. In some ways it is as bad as being drunk, I loose all my inhibitions. I only think Tom eggs me on because he knows that it makes me as randy as a fiddler's bitch.

Chapter 58 (Tom)

Two good days in a row! Jerry's skiing it getting a lot better. He can follow me at a fair speed now. I swear it is making him even more cock mad, he's always after my dick! He can hardly wait until he gets me up to our room. Not that I mind, it's kinda nice to have someone who wants to keep emptying your balls.

Chapter 59 (Jerry)

When we got home Tom wanted a shower and I went in with him too. It was fun washing his body. I got to run my hands over every inch of him. Then we started kissing! After that I began to kiss him all over. His nipples were the biggest surprise, he made me bite them, quite hard! I would have screamed if anyone had done that to me, but he just moaned and told me to do it harder.

I also got to lick his balls and I sucked them, one at a time, into my mouth. He even let me lick behind his balls and deep into his crack. It was so sexy being between his hairy thighs.

I got my finger into him and then he was mine. He couldn't stop me from making him cum when I blew him. He held my head again, I love it when he does that. It feels really wild when he shoots, he's all tense and his cock is pumping like crazy. But I didn't swallow it until I had had time to enjoy the taste. So that was another of his loads that I get to keep forever.

Now I know why he wanks me and makes me cum first. The way his bum gripped my finger when he shot, it must be Heaven when it happens to your cock. I stayed on my knees, with his cock in my mouth, and him looking down at me, while I made myself cum. He had an odd expression on his face as he watched me.

Later, at dinner, his dad was going on and on about me helping him study. I wonder what he would say if he knew all the other ways that I help his son. Anyway, my dad looked really proud of me.

It's fun sitting next to Tom at dinner, I can put my hand on his thigh when no one is watching. I even had a quick feel and he was as hard as a rock! I nearly started giggling and that would have really ballsed it all up. It gives me a peculiar feeling of power, being able to make Tom get a stonker, knowing that he can't stop it happening. I'll bet he had a wet patch on his boxers from the love juice.

Chapter 60 (Tom)

When I went for a shower Jerry came in with me and naturally another session started right away. I was happy just to kiss him and let him feel my body. But then he started kissing my chest and eventually he sucked one of my nipples. He bit it playfully and I liked it. I tried to make him do it a bit harder, but he was too scared to do it properly.

Anyway he was more interested in my cock and balls. God, have you ever had one of your balls in someone else's mouth? It is real scary, one quick chomp and I'd have a squeaky voice. He got his tongue into my crack again, I think he wants to kiss my ring. He also got his finger into me and made me shoot.

I grabbed his head as I shot, I could feel him moving my load around in his mouth, I wonder if he likes the taste. I must ask him sometime. He swallowed it then knelt there, with my cock still in his mouth jacking himself off. He looked up at me all the time, like a dog trying to please its master.

The little bastard was running his hand up and down my leg all through dinner. He kept me rock hard and it was beginning to hurt by the time the coffee was served. He's gonna pay for that!

Dad got me alone after dinner. He's got it all arranged, I'm going to go to Jerry's school. I'll have to wait a couple of months while we move, but then I'll be a 'boarder' like Jerry. I wonder if we'll be in the same class together.

Chapter 61 (Jerry)

Tom went all funny when we got upstairs. He told me to strip and I quickly pulled off all my clothes in the hope of being screwed. I was then bent over and a generous amount of KY was applied to my bum. He undressed much more slowly until he was only wearing his boxers. Then I was ordered to kneel, which I did. His erection was tenting out the front of his boxers and there was more than one damp patch on them. The sight of them made me giggle, which was not a good move.

"Take them off," he said.

But as I reached out for the waistband he added, "Use your teeth."

It was actually quite a difficult thing to do, pulling the waistband out far enough to clear his cock. It caught the first couple of times but then I managed it. When I got his boxers round his ankles he stepped out of them.

"Lie on your back," he said, so I did.

He straddled my chest and I looked up at him, towering over me. Slowly he lowered his balls onto my face and I obligingly licked them. After a moment or two he moved forwards and I was left licking the bit behind his balls. He kept moving in the same direction and my face was gradually worked into his crack. The musky sent of a teenage male now filled my world and my sanity began to slip.

"Kiss my ass," he said.

I realised that this was a literal command. I licked my way backwards until I found his pucker and ran my tongue over it. He made some very encouraging, if subhuman, sounds. Experimentally I probed the centre of it and he relaxed allowing the tip of my tongue to enter. He now hissed. "Yesss..."

I pushed my face harder between his muscular buns, forcing them further apart thus affording myself better access. For his part he pushed down onto my face. Eventually, long after my tongue got tired, he got off me and walked over to the bunks. He lay down on his back on my bunk and said, "Get your ass over here."

I got up and moved to join him. He was calmly applying KY to his member. It glistened menacingly in the light of the bed lamp.

"You want this up you?" he asked.

I nodded vigorously.

"Then climb on and sit yourself down," he said, holding his manhood in a vertical position.

I hopped onto the bed and straddled him. I held the cheeks of my bum apart and lowered myself. He quickly located my pucker and I now had to push him into me. He released his grip on his cock and again placed his hands behind his head. He grinned at me as I gradually engulfed his erection. This time the head brushed my hotspot, but did not linger there. I wanted this one to last. Finally I had every last millimetre of him in me. His bush was tickling my bum. I have never felt so full.

"Man, you really like grade A prime American meat, don't ya!" he said, giving a none too gentle upward thrust with his hips and making me jump.

"Yeah," I gasped.

"And now you'll want to be fucked with it, I suppose."

"Yes, please," I said, politely.

"I don't know that I should," he teased. "Not after what you were doing to me under the table."

"Please! You've got me all hot now, you've got to fuck me," I implored.

"Nah. If you are that desperate, you can fuck yourself. So start moving that cute little butt of yours.

I gingerly rose slightly and then lowered myself again.

"Use longer strokes. What's the point of having a big cock if you don't use the full length of it?"

So I began rising until only the head remained within my body before sliding back down onto his pole.

"Harder. Put more effort into it!"

I came down on him much faster, which was not as nice for me, but he grunted with obvious pleasure. After a while he tired of this and issued a new command, "Make like a belly dancer!"

I now rotated my hips as I went up and down. The thought went through my head that I really was screwing myself. This movement seemed to please both of us and he let me continue for some time. But gradually the inevitable began to happen. His breathing became ragged, he started to tense up and I was being lifted off the bed as his back arched.

He gasped, "Make yourself cum."

I got a grip of my cock with one hand and started wanking. I used the fingers of the other hand to tweak his nipple as hard as I could. The results were quite spectacular. My cum went all over his chest and face. His hands shot out and gripped my hips. The upward thrusts became so violent that my head was being banged into the springs of the upper bunk. Inside me his cock exploded.

I didn't wait on him telling me to lick it off, I just got on with it. I slept in his arms with his load still in me. We both seem to get a kick out of that one.

Chapter 62 (Tom)

Jerry was looking quite worried when we got to the bedroom. I reckon he knew that he was in for it tonight. I got him to undress and greased his ass, while I kept my clothes on until the last minute. I even made him take my boxers off with his teeth. It took him a while but he managed it.

I wondered if he really would kiss my ass, so I led him up to it, by having him kiss my balls, then work back. When I finally told him to do it, he didn't hesitate for a second. He even shoved his tongue in, man that felt good. Like being butt-fucked by something warm, wet and very soft.

But I still hadn't forgiven him for giving me lover's balls at the dinner table, so I made him sit on it. He lowered himself onto my cock and I got to wondering; was he desperate enough to fuck himself. So I lay back to let him do all the work. At first he was pussyfooting around, doin' it all gentle like. But I made him really move his ass. That was a lot better, I just took it easy and watched, it was great.

After a while I had a thought and got him to move like them belly dancers do, all round and squirmy. Now that was even better and I let him do it for ages. He brought me to the boil and I grabbed him, telling him to make himself cum.

Suddenly all Hell broke loose. His cum was flying everywhere, he grabbed my tit and pinched it till it really hurt. I fucked him as hard as I could and repainted his guts for him. God, it must have hurt the little fucker, but he never said a word. He licked all his cum off me without me having to tell him and he made no move to go empty himself out. So I lay there, holding him all night, knowing he was full of my cum. I wonder if he likes having to keep it in him?

Chapter 63 (Jerry)

I finally got to go to the loo and get rid of his load. He just lay on the bed with that grin on his face and I felt totally humiliated. Of course that gave me a stonker and he noticed which made his grin even wider.

After breakfast we could not go out on the slopes because it was cloudy! Now I have always thought cloudy meant overcast, but here, in the mountains, we are in the clouds, so it is more of a very dense fog.

Tom puzzled me by asking if the fog reminded me of London. After quizzing him a bit I discovered that he thinks London is permanently shrouded in fog. I'm not sure if he believed me when I told him it wasn't. Later I asked dad about this myth. He says that it comes from back in World War 2 when there were a lot of Americans over in London. Apparently back then every house had coal fires for heating and this caused a lot of smog. Anyway they must have gone back home and started the rumour.

The maid said that the cloud would lift later so we went into town on our skis to look at the shops. In town we had to take our skis off and carry them as most of the pavements had been cleared. I had mine on my shoulder, but I kept one ski pole in my right hand to steady myself as it was slippery in places.

I had stopped at a shop window fascinated by its contents. There was a huge cuckoo clock made out of wood. It was about as tall as I am and was covered in wood carvings depicting hunting motifs. Dogs with pheasants in their mouths, deer, partridges, you name it, if man hunted it, then it was on that clock somewhere. The thing was so far over the top that it was vaguely attractive.

When I looked up Tom had moved on round the corner. As I followed him I sensed, from the sounds, that all was not well. True enough, he was in trouble. He was being held by the arms by two boys and in front of him, with his back to me, stood a rather fat boy. It was quite obvious that the fat one was about to work Tom over.

Normally I avoid fights but this time I instantly lost my temper. In a red haze I dropped my skis and poked Fatty's right buttock as hard as I could with my ski pole, which has a rather sharp point to it. Fatty screamed in pain and lurched forwards, cannoning off one of Tom's captors and knocking him to the ground.

Fatty then turned round and I made a second lunge with my pole, this time I aimed at his groin. Fortunately for him, I was too far back to make contact, but he completely lost his bottle and fled, holding his arse. Then I slipped and went flat on the ground. From there I watched Tom deliver a haymaker to the boy who was still holding his arm. He staggered back and took off. Tom then gave the remaining boy an encouraging kick on the rump and sent him on his way.

"What was all that about?" I asked, as Tom helped me to my feet.

"I cut the fat cunt up on the first day we were here and he's been out to get me ever since," he said.

"Well, you certainly pissed him off."

"Yeah. Thanks for getting me outa the shit!" he said, giving me a hug.

I was walking on air and I would quite willingly had sex with him, right there in the alleyway, if he had asked me.

We picked up our gear and, as the cloud was now dispersing, we left for the slopes. I was quite shaken by the incident. Tom, I think, found it stimulating, if his performance on the slopes was anything to go by.

How we avoided killing ourselves that day I will never know. Tom was like a man possessed, skiing like the wind and I had to follow him. However the only untoward thing that happened to me was when I skied right into a snowdrift. I was totally buried and Tom, pissing himself laughing, had to dig me out.

We got home in high spirits, not to mention very randy. Tom tried to have a shower but as soon as he took his boxers off and I saw his erection it was too late. Then something different happened, we ended up in a 69 and, for the very first time, he put my cock in his mouth.

I have never tried that position and the double stimulation was something else all together. Then he started to cheat by getting his finger in me, so I retaliated and got my finger in him. Soon we were both massaging the other's hotspot. I lost, and came first. Then the cock in my mouth began pumping and although I had just cum, I had to swallow. When we parted I discovered that he had not spat mine out, he had swallowed it too. That gave me a funny feeling in my guts.

Chapter 64 (Tom)

Poor Jerry, everything makes him go hard. Even keeping my load in him does it. He looked all flustered this morning when he tried to sneak off to the bathroom and get rid of it.

There was low cloud after breakfast, and I asked Jerry if it made him feel at home. According to Jerry all the tales that I have heard about Foggy London Town are bullshit. But the slopes were closed, so we skied into town to look at the shops. Jerry was gawping in some shop window and I drifted on. Suddenly I was grabbed and pulled down this alleyway. There were three of the fuckers, Fatso, the guy I had cut up on the first day and two of his goons. They held me while Fatso got ready to lay into me.

But what he couldn't see was Jerry coming round the corner. The brave little fucker stabbed Fatso in his big ass with his ski pole. Shit, you should have seen the fucker jump! Luckily he landed on the one who had been holding my right arm and knocked him off me. Then Jerry went for Fatso's nuts with the pole. That was too much for the him and he was off up the alley like a rat up a drain. I thumped the other one in the face and he ran. But the last one needed a kick from me to get him going.

Jerry was shaking like a leaf and I had to hold him for a minute to steady him. It really got to me, him saving me from a beating. I know some of my friends, who are bigger then him, would not have done it.

Then we went for some really crazy skiing. I'll have to be more careful, Jerry trusts me and follows me everywhere. I've been skiing slowly and gently so he can keep up with me, but one time he didn't quite make the corner and ended up in a snowdrift. He looked happy to see me when I dug him out.

When we got home he wouldn't let me get into the shower. He got hold of my cock, OK it was stiff, and would not let go. When he went down on me I thought, 'what the fuck, I owe him one', and went down on him too. Sucking cock is not nearly as bad as I imagined. I went for his hotspot and then he did the same. I could feel him going and I had plenty of time to get off his cock before he shot, but for some reason I didn't.

He's right, having a cock go off in your mouth is wild. So wild that I started shooting myself. I forced myself to swallow. Strange, I didn't want to puke, in fact I felt OK. A week ago I would never have believed you if you had told me I could do that.

Chapter 65 (Jerry)

I kept Tom hard all through dinner again. Just before the main course he managed to whisper to me a warning that I was 'gonna get it' when he got me upstairs. So two of us had stonkers after that.

He chased me up the stairs, but he never caught me until we were in our bedroom. Then he grabbed me from behind and pretended to hump me. I could feel his hard cock through our clothes. It was a bit frightening to know that it would soon be buried in my guts.

"Rape! Rape! Some one save me from this monster," I gasped, trying not to ruin it by giggling.

"I couldn't rape you," he said.

"Why not?"

"You give in too easily," he snickered.

Then he tickled me! Tickling has always reduced me to a giggling idiot, and this time was no exception. While I was more or less helpless he took advantage of my condition and stripped me. Now I was left lying breathless on the floor, stark naked, while he stood over me, with one foot on my chest, fully dressed and looking triumphant.

There is something shameful about being the only one who is naked, so I tried to cover my erection. But he reached down and moved my hands away.

"See! Even the thought of getting fucked turns you on," he said.

"Only if it someone big, butch and hairy, like you, who's doing the fucking," I said, grinning up at him.

"Which way will I do you tonight?" he mused.

"Standing up in a hammock," I offered, playfully.

"Nah, we don't have a hammock handy," he countered.

Then a thoughtful look crossed his face, "But we could still do it standing up."

Intrigued, I helped him out of his clothes. Of course the sight and scent of his erection was too much for me and I went straight down on him. He pulled me off, well, not directly, but far too soon for my liking, and took me into the bathroom. There he greased my bum and his cock. Then he positioned me against the wall and put his hands under my armpits.

As he lifted me off the ground he said, "Wrap your legs round my waist."

I did this and put my arms round his neck. He then pressed my back on the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and held me there. I whined a bit about the cold tiles, but he told me to can it.

His hands now moved to my buttocks, spreading them wide enough for his slick manhood to slip between. The moment that the head of it was properly aligned I was lowered onto it. Gradually, with the assistance of gravity, I was impaled.

It is a really wild feeling to be held in the air and fucked! The strength that it must have taken impressed me. But it is not the position for a long slow job and very soon the familiar brutal look came over his face. This was immediately accompanied by the vicious upward thrusting of his hips driving his manhood in and out of me like a steam piston.

I slipped one hand between our bodies and managed to wank myself off, just in time to cum before he did. He grunted his appreciation and filled my guts for me, while I tried to stick our two bodies together with my load.

The effort must have really taxed him as we both slid to the floor and ended up in a tangled heap. It was ages before we recovered enough to have a shower.

Chapter 66 (Tom)

The little cunt gave me lover's balls at dinner again. While the main course was being served I whispered to him, "You wait until I get you upstairs."

Then he grabbed my hand under the table and put it on his cock, he was hard too. When we finally got free he got chased up the stairs, but I didn't try to catch him until we were in our room. Then I grabbed him and shoved my hard cock into his ass. He tried crying rape, but I told him that you can't rape someone who gives in at the drop of a pair of trousers.

After a bit of horseplay he ended up naked, trying to hide his little stiffy behind his hands, but I wouldn't let him. Shit, if I so much as look at him he goes hard! I decided that he was going to get it standing up tonight, so I stripped, took him into the bathroom and greased his ass.

Then I picked him up and put him against the wall. He went on and on about the cold tiles on his back until I told him to shut up. Now with his arms round my neck and his legs round my waist it was dead easy to part his buns and stick it up him. Then I just let him slide down onto it. Man that felt good, he's so nice and tight.

But I couldn't hold him there for ever so it was a fairly quick fuck. He lets me really bang it into him and he didn't need telling to jack himself off either. Almost as soon as I came I began to lose it and we both ended up on the floor. Shit, it was a long time before I could find the strength to get up. If I'm gonna fuck him in that position I'll have to spend a lot more time in the gym.

We were lying in bet later, just talking, and he told me something that I never suspected. Passing exams is not as hard as I thought. It seems that the teachers either know what the questions are gonna be, or at the least have a good idea and they then give you lots of clues.

Jerry says that they just can't help it 'cause they really want a lot of the kids to pass the exam, as it looks good for them. So all you have to do is listen to the parts that the teacher stresses during the lessons and don't bother about the rest. He even gave me examples, and come to think about it, he's right.

A terrible though went through my head, after this vacation I won't be seeing Jerry for a couple of months. I'll have to sleep alone and I'll have no one to fuck either. Shit! He'll be surrounded by other boys all day and night. What happens if he finds someone else to fuck him? I kept waking up in the night and grabbing him just to make sure he was still there.

Chapter 67 (Jerry)

Tom is a really strange guy. We lay in bed and discussed exams, then we went to sleep. But I kept being wakened up to find that he had a death grip on my body! It was like he was frightened to lose me.

The next morning we had a talk about it. He is jealous of Gordon! That really made me laugh, as if Gordon could hold a candle to him. Anyway I had to promise not to do it with anyone else until he comes over to England to live. Of course I had to extract a similar promise from him.

Chapter 68 (Tom)

The next morning I made Jerry swear that he wouldn't let another boy fuck him. He wouldn't take me seriously at first and I had to threaten him. In the end I had to promise that I wouldn't fuck any girls either. He had better keep to it.

Chapter 69 (Jerry)

The remaining week just flew by in a helter-skelter of sex and skiing. But somehow I managed to do all my schoolwork. I made sure that Tom finished his too. He said that his teachers will never believe it was all his work. So I told him to say his dad got him a tutor for the holidays.

All too soon it was our last night and we had our good-bye fuck. It was, at last, a long slow one as neither of us wanted to climax. But instead of feeling good after it, I was sad and Tom caught me sobbing. He held me close and comforted me. We both promised to be good until we got together again. Then we went to sleep together for the last time for ages.

Chapter 70 (Tom)

I can't believe two weeks have gone by in so short a time. We had a farewell fuck and we made it last as long as we could. I didn't want to cum, I just wanted to be in him. After it was over he was crying and I held him real tight so he couldn't see me crying too. God, my bed is going to be a lonely place.

The next morning it was all rush, breakfast, packing, saying goodbye. We went up to our room just before we left to make a last check that we hadn't left anything. We had a quick hug and a kiss, then I turned him round, bent him over the table, pulled down his pants, opened my zipper and fucked him one more time.

It wasn't a very good fuck as we had to be very quick but it was very satisfying as the poor bugger didn't have time to get rid of my load. He had it inside him all the way to London.

Chapter 71 (Jerry)

Tom really is a bastard. He managed to get me alone just as we were about to leave, and he fucked me. Just pulled my pants down, bent me over the table in our room and took me on the spot. So I had it in me all the way down to the station, in the train, in the car, on the plane and in the car back home. Most of the journey he was there grinning at my discomfort. But when I got home and made it to the bathroom and finally got shot of it, I cried and cried.

Still it's only a couple of months till he comes over here.

|ITC Sales Guru Bagged By Brits|

| |

|Jan 31, 09:30 PM ET |

| |

|By Brendan Helm |

| |

|BOSTON Ma. (Reuters) Rudolph C.|

|Cargill, former head of sales at|

|the now defunct Industrial|

|Telecommunications Conglomerate,|

|has just announced that he is|

|moving to London, England to work|

|for Citron Systems PLC, the UK|

|telecoms giant. |

| |

|Secret discussions have been|

|carried on for a two week period|

|in a secluded vacation home in|

|Switzerland. Cargill is believed|

|to have stayed there with his|

|wife and son while negotiating|

|with Clive Duncan, the Managing|

|Director of Citron, who had also|

|brought his family along. |

| |

|'We all got on great!' Cargill is|

|quoted as saying, 'The two boys|

|seemed a bit standoffish at|

|first, but by the end of the|

|vacation they were almost|

|inseparable. Knowing that Tom|

|will have a friend when we move|

|over there was the clincher for|

|me.' |

| |

|Mr. Cargill and his family are|

|scheduled to move to England in|

|the spring. |

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