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It was a nice place that Momma took me that Christmas for a mountainous, snow-covered Christmas holiday. I had never skied before and was eager to try it out, and the weather had put a nice layer of fresh powder on the slopes on the 24th, and I hoped to learn how to ski on the five days we would be there. Momma was eager, too, for her own reasons. I found out when we got to the chalet and I saw all the other customers were cute, young, buffed college students with just a sprinkling of older people, mostly older women. It didn’t take precocious me very long to realize that the women (including Mom) were all cougars and they had come here to try to pluck a hot young stud for their “boy toy.” I felt as out of place as a skunk at a cat show!
But I bucked up and got dressed and went out to the bunny slope to learn how to ski. I would try to not notice Mom except when we had to get together for breakfast or bedtime and let that be it.
Where were the girls, you might ask? Well, it turns out that the majority of them had signed up for a girl’s “party bus” that was due a bit later today. So I learned how to get started on the slope, how to speed up or slow down (parallel for speed, make a V shape to slow down). I was able to get up a good speed on a straight line, but any attempt to turn ended up in a spill. After the fifth one of those, I was more than ready to pack it in for the day, my lesson ended that first day on just that bit of knowledge, anyhow. Tomorrow, how to turn and steer. The instructor, a large majestically muscled man, talked with a sort of odd kindly chivalric talk with an accent that flavored his otherwise perfect English as he spoke to each of us.
I got back to the chalet and Mom was sort of wrapped around a brown-haired stud of a guy who couldn’t be much more than twenty years old and I got her attention and was waved away. She had discussed that with me, if she was with someone, I was to buzz off. I checked with the manager, and as a guest I could sign for meals in the restaurant, so maybe I wouldn’t see as much of Mom as I had figured.
So I went to the restaurant to get a lunch all by myself. You’d think that would be cool for a seven-year-old boy, only that was the story of my life, eating alone and heating up meals or leftovers in the microwave and such. Mom had been busy since Daddy had left us about five months ago, he had been cheating on her and was staying with his new girlfriend for the holiday (I guess I should mention here that my family is quite wealthy with a large house and other residences here and there, each with servants, and trusts funds and limousines to go places, and so on), and I guess I couldn’t blame Mom for wanting to get out of the house for Christmas this year, but this was beginning to look like a miserable holiday season for little Caleb “Cal” Manning. I ate the hamburger and fries (really good, actually) with listless moroseness and wondered what I’d do in the afternoon. Learning to ski was fun, but that two hours I’d been outdoors was enough for one day. Besides, a storm was brewing. It was supposed to mostly miss our chalet but the land beyond this mountain was going to get blasted. I smirked as I realized that the party bus those girls were on wasn’t going to be much of a party if they got stuck in that and had to take refuge in a seedy motel instead!
“Hey, Cal!” came a cheerful male voice and I was startled, turned to see who it was.
The ski instructor, a big cheerful red-haired muscled hulk named Gustav, he was broad-shouldered and slim waisted and so muscled that if his ancestors had been the ones who pillaged my village, I would have run like crazy and to heck with my chickens and cabbages. “Why are you sitting here all alone?” He asked, his accent just enough to make the English he spoke seem sort of lyrical. He spoke perfect English though. “Where is your mother and father?”
“Mom’s hooked up with some guy, and Dad’s back in Newport,” I said, trying not to sound resentful, maybe not succeeding. “I’m by myself until who knows when.”
Gustav held a platter of food, he placed it in the seat across from me and took a seat, his massive form sliding into place without a problem. “I’ll eat with you and we can talk, okay?”
“Uh, sure!” I was surprised but amenable. When he didn’t say anything immediately, I said, “Uh... I enjoyed the lesson with you today. It’s fun to learn how to ski.”
“It’s only the first lesson. When you get better at skiing, we’ll take you to the intermediate slope, it’ll be steeper and more fun. But control is important.”
“I’ll do whatever you say to learn how to do it right.” I said. Whoops, that was something a fellow could take the wrong way!
Gustav just smiled. “The way to steer is to lean. I can show you that without the skis if you want to learn.”
“Okay. When?”
“I can show you after I eat if you want to go with me to my room. My afternoon class has been cancelled.”
“Why?”
“A snow storm is coming. A big one. We might have to miss any skiing for quite a while.” He shrugged. For all the talking he was doing, he was putting away his food pretty quickly, eating during pauses. “But at least until tomorrow. I get paid either way, might as well teach you what I can without skis.”
“Okay.” I was really naive, I guess. I was only seven!
Still, Gustav’s cheerful spirit cheered me up some and I ordered an ice cream and ate it while he finished his own meal, and then we went to his room. I was surprised to find it to be one of the regular rooms alongside the customers and only four doors down from the small suite my mother and I had.
Gustav had his skis and laid them out on the floor and had me put them on and gave me child-sized poles to use for , and then he got behind me and held me close. “Now, to steer left, you bend your knees like this,” he bent his knees which sort of wrapped his body around mine, “and you lean way over,” and we leaned and that made me feel his crotch against my back, and the erection that was inside it.
I wasn’t as subtle as he, if that was subtle, I just sort of wormed against his groin and let him know I felt it and his hands on my arms moved around to my chest and sort of cupped my chest, and we straightened back up again.
“Would you like to continue this lesson, Cal?” he said softly.
“Maybe after,” I agreed.
“Yes, after.” He helped me unlatch my ski boots from my the skis so I could step out of skis, and I turned and he lifted me up in his arms and his powerful chest pressed me so that I could feel his heart beating against mine, and I let him carry me to his bed.
He sat me on the bed and reached down and took off my shoes and then my heavy socks and my feet were now bare and wriggling. He smiled and stepped back and began to strip off his form fitting top and it was like he was peeling a layer of skin from his body, the fabric was like a wet-suit but he must have spent a lot to get the fit this tight and to his form at every point. When he was out of it, he had a similar-fitting set of undergarment under that (well, it was cold outside) and he took it off as well and was finally nude from the waist up and I admired the massive muscles of his arms, shoulders, breast and stomach, he grinned and struck a few poses for me. I grinned at that and began to yank off my own, bulkier top and undershirt.
When I finished, he leaned over me and undid my waistband snap and unzipped me and began to strip the pants off of me, I hastily lifted my rump to make it easier for him and he peeled the pants off me and then went back for my out underwear (I wore a full-body set like he did). Done, I was naked as a jaybird, and he smiled and worked at his own body’s lower clothing. Again the formfitting professional skier clothing he had on made his clothing fit his body to every part, witness that I had felt the groin through it all. Outer leggings and underwear were peeled off his body and he released the long shaft of his prick and I gawked at it and he smiled and it rose as he stepped toward the bed and crawled in atop of me. As he crawled over me, his cock slapped at my leg and I resisted the desire to grab it.
On his own back, he gestured to me, and I rolled atop him and he kissed me as I kissed back with lips that were inexpert but eager. He smiled and moaned and as he moved in his moan, his cock slapped at my leg again. It was now quite erect and I couldn’t stop myself, I reached down and grabbed hold of it, Gustav gave a long, low groan and I slid down his body quick as I could and stuffed that imposing pecker into my mouth and began to suck on it blissfully.
“Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!” Gustav moaned. “My sweet young Cal, your lips are a blessing but permit me to honor you as well in this.”
I had to sort that sentence out but then understood and shifted my body around to let him pull my legs to his shoulders and he soon had my own smaller tool in his mouth and we were sucking each other.
I was in the blissful state of a calf nursing its mother, but Gustav had loftier ambitions which I realized when he began to run his fingertip over the small tucker of my anus. He kept it up a while, and when I didn’t object, he wet his finger and brought it back and began to dig into my butt. I had been nursing at his cock and I let go and just said, “Gustav?”
“Yes, Cal?”
“Okay.”
He didn’t have to ask what I meant. “Thank you so much, Cal. I have lubrication, I shall try to be as gentle as the snowfall.” That was said in a tone so earnest, it wasn’t at all funny. I let go of him as he brought out the lubricant and he lubed his cock even though I offered to do it for him. “No, my dear Cal, I want to be thorough.”
I gave up and just scooted over onto the bed on the other side of him, I had been too close to the edge, and I lay on my back. I wasn’t sure how he wanted to do me, but he just picked up the pillow next to him and lifted up my mid-body and slid it under me. Then he took the one under my head, and added it to the stack and now I was sort of an V shape with my ass and stomach uppermost.
“Now you are ready to be loved,” he told me and I felt his tongue dig into my ass and I groaned, moaned as he tongued and flexed the tender sphincter as much as he could. When he flagged at that, tongue-tired, he resorted to the lubricant, and stuffed as much as he could into my anus, his fingers flexing my asshole as he went. It all took not very long, and he never pressured me, letting my ass learn to flex and relax as he went, and soon he said, his voice husky but tender, “Now you are ready for love, my dear Cal.”
“I’m ready,” I agreed. God, the feeling of his finger in my ass was marvelous, if his cock was anything like this and so much bigger...my God, I’d be in Heaven!
He got between my legs, I could feel his warm, masculine body there hovering over me, and I groaned, even before he gripped my legs and I felt the thick sausage of his cock poking into my ass. It was...it was...magical! I don’t know how to explain the sense of fulfillment and triumph as he pushed into me and his expert manipulation of my anus made the stuffing of his prick into my bunghole the most amazing, victorious act of my life, and I crooned. “Uhhhhh, more, more, I need more!”
“I will give you all I can, Cal my beloved one.”
He was fully imbedded in me as I continued to babble my need for more, more, and then he pulled it back out as I moaned in despair at the loss, and then he pushed it back into me, and I crooned and begged for more, even more, deeper, harder, faster, please, more!
He gave me all he had, all he could, his body moved faster and he slammed into me deeper, and he panted as he gasped to me, still begging him to give me more, and harder, “I can do no more, my dearest Cal, I can do no more!”
“I want more, give me more, give me more!” I babbled and he moaned and tried, he earnestly tried, but it was like he had awakened in me a desire for the maximum, immensely delightful experience of a man loving me, like there was some ultimate desideratum that if I could only find I could reach the apex of joy and become...immortal.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Gustav moaned. “I can do no more for you, my dearest Cal, take this and I pray join me in my joy if you are able!”
I did feel an increase, just knowing that he had attained his joy did awaken a pale imitation of that what I sought, but I accepted it and my joy flowed through me, not the perfection I sought but good, very good and I shook and shivered and as I did, Gustav gave a roar of his own completion as his cock unleashed a warm flood into my body. “Ahh-ahh-ahhh-ahhhh, GAHHH-AHHH-AHHHHH-HAHHHHH, UHHH-HUHHHHHH-UHHHHHHHHHHH!” He keened in his need and his delight and he squirted his seed into me and I felt his body deflating and the exotic delight I wanted fleeing me again, leaving me feeling empty and incomplete.
“Oh, oh, my dearest Cal, you are a demon in the bed, I see.” Gustav gasped. “I did all I could and you were not fully delighted were you?”
“I did climax,” I told him.
“Yet you say and it was not enough for you. Enough, I am the one who failed you, not you me,” Gustav said. “I shall make it my mission to find you lovers that can do what you need, there are plenty of men here and I am told the road to the chalet is impassable and the women will not be here, and these men will be alone and amenable to your delights. May I approach them for you and gather them for you?”
“I would like that,” I said eagerly, panting, Gustav alone could not give me that desire, but maybe another man or men could. “Bring all you can and we shall see what they can do for me and how.”
“I am but your humble servant in this,” Gustav told me. He dressed again as I did, his face in awe of what he had awakened in the young boy whom he had taken his pleasure on this afternoon of blizzard and joy.
I went back to the main room of the chalet and sat and watched the satellite TV which worked somewhat, and talked in desultory tones with the men who found themselves with a boy beside them on the couch. I saw Gustav now and then, talking with this man and that, and I was left to wonder if he meant what he said. About sundown, I tried to get into my room, but there was a “Do Not Disturb” on the doorknob, and Mom had told me if that was on the doorknob, to find something else to do while I waited.
I went back to the main lobby and found Gustav there looking for me. “Ahhh, you my dearest Cal, please, come with me to my room.”
I went with him, asking him, eagerly, “Well, did you have any luck with the other men?”
“Come and see.” was all he answered.
I went to his room and inside was waiting...seven men, all of them handsome and hung and eager to see me. Two of them were older men but still in good shape, the rest were the same young men eager to find love and willing to settle for a hot piece of ass while they waited for Ms. Right to come along.”
“Shall I choose the order, or do you wish to?” Gustav asked me. “Also, may I join in the ranks of these men for I desire you more and would happily share you this evening, the very cusp of Christmas Day.”
“I would love for you to choose for me, and you may be the first, the middle or the last, as you wish,” I said gallantly, for in this mass of older men, I found myself the king and in charge.
“Very well. Gentlemen, as I promised, this is the magnificent magical Cal, the boy to whom no loving is too much and all we ask if that you remain restrained and do not abuse him, so that he can find that perfect love he desires.” Like I said before, a sort of chivalry that was odd but unmistakably kind and gentle.
I lay on my back this time, I wanted to see the men that he chose for me. Gustav walked down the line of men who seemed to understand the gravity of this moment, and he finally chose the man in the #5 position, a strong man with a penis thicker than Gustav’s but not any longer, and he presented the man with the lubricant and for me he brought a second bottle and proceeded to again reopen my ass, which only needed the gentlest of prodding to fully flex wide.
I looked at the man chosen, his body was buffed but where Gustav was nearly hairless, this man was hirsute with lots of black hair and a chin of black shadow where he needed a shave at this late hour, he would be burly and rough, I judged, but Gustav would be there to monitor him and could intercede. I knew that he would assume that duty without my asking, taking his self-chosen duty to me seriously.
The man climbed on the bed and said, “My name is Malcolm, and I like to fuck hard but I will let you get used to me first, okay?”
“That will be fine,” I agreed.
He pushed into me and I gasped, the thicker cock was indeed some of what I craved but as he settled in after full insertion, I could tell that this was not the man. Perhaps if he could manage to recreate that first moment with his energy.
He did indeed give me a rough, hearty fucking and his thick cock did feel great in my body but he did not have the “unique gift” that my body so desperately sought. “Come on, man, do it to me faster, come on, faster than that, faster!”
“I was warned not to hurt you....” Malcolm began.
“You won’t hurt me now, faster, damn it, faster!”
“Okay, you asked for it,” Malcolm began to quick pump me, he even shifted onto his knees and lifted my butt up and fucked me like that with a speed a rabbit might be pressed to imitate, but it was just not enough and though Malcolm moaned and grunted and keened with his climax, coming inside me with a base “RUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!” sound, but it wasn’t enough.
When Malcolm dropped my legs and leaned back on his heels panting, I said, “Not enough, get out of here. Who’s next, Gustav, I need more than this guy could give me!”
“Jesus, this kid is insatiable.” Malcolm grumbled.
Gustav sent up next a younger guy who couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen, his body was muscled but lanky, with a long dong that swung down almost to his knee while still flaccid. I guess Gustav figured his long meat might work where the thick one wouldn’t. Sounded good to me.
He crawled on and stammered as he said, “M-m-my name is E-e-e-Earnest.”
“Okay, Earnest, my ass is your playground, give me what you got!” I told him. His cock was still soft but his rubbing with his lube got it hard and he looked bashful as he got into position.
“It’s okay, Earnest, remember, I want you to do it. Give it to me, and don’t fret, you’ll do fine,” I told him.
“O-o-okay.” He pushed into me and into me and into me, and it felt nice, but wasn’t quite there. I smiled and nodded and he began to fuck at me awkwardly.
I found a sort of charm about his lovemaking, the bashful stud with the mighty meat, who felt like he might fail and couldn’t bear it. I judged a bit of pep-talk was called for.
“That’s it, Earnest, come on and ram me, yeah, that’s the way, you got it now, buddy, now pound me like I was hamburger you were having for dinner and knew the meat was tough and needed tenderizing. Come on, you have a club for a dong, hammer away!”
“Jesus!” Earnest gasped but the talk excited him and he began to pump me with the long dong in a fast shove that sent his cock all the way into me and pulled out with his long athletic body until he had pulled most of it out again. He was fucking with an innocent enthusiasm that betrayed his near-virginal desire, he hadn’t had sex enough (if at all) to feel comfortable with it and was finding that his body already knew what to do and was doing it hot and heavy. He was delirious with his desire and his urgent need fueled some of what I was seeking but it wasn’t all of it, I needed this combined with more, and while I smiled and groaned to his loving and some of that was genuine, he climaxed with a frantic need and I patted his back as he came in me helplessly locked in his need, and I felt vaguely jealous that he seemed to be getting the very delight I was seeking.
I sighed when he was done and pulled out of me and I said, “You were pretty good kid, but I need something more than you, I fear. Come on, who’s next?”
After this exhibition, the men were looking kind of nervous. It’s one thing to help gang-fuck a little boy but to have that boy saying thanks, but you couldn’t do what I need had to be a major blow to their egos.
Fuck that, they knew what they were getting. “Come on, who can fuck better than these last two? None of you are scared, are you?”
The five men looked uncertainly at Gustav. Gustav himself was a bit nonplused, but he regained himself, looked the men over and said, “Okay, you, you’re next.” to the number four guy.
A strong football-player-built blond-haired stud who almost dripped masculinity out of every pore. His cock was none too large, but he had an erection where the others had drooped down into limp salamis and he looked at the others and sneered. “Pussies!” he snarled. “Let me at him, I’ll ring his bell or suck the opposing team at my next home game on the fifty-yard line.”
“I’m going to remember you said that, Puncher,” the number three guy said.
“Fuck you, Wildman,” Puncher said and he stalked over, a brave soul and said with a growl, “Okay, kid, I’m going to rock your fucking world.”
“Come on then and get rocking,” I growled back at him. My ass was dripping come and he didn’t even bother to lube, just jammed it in and come spurted out around his cock and doused his stomach as he crammed it in.
He fucked me with an athletic power and I squirmed from the raw energy he gave me, but his power though strong was just not ringing my bell. I was squirming to see if any position could give me more of a thrill but his six inches of cock, no matter how energetically he plowed with it, could quite do what I wanted. “Maybe if you tried me sideways?” I offered and the men left guffawed, Malcolm and Earnest had left already, defeated and dispirited. “You got the power, you just don’t have the angle to your dangle!”
“Angle to your dangle!” guffawed Wildman (was that his last name or a nickname?) “Wait’ll I tell the guys at college about this!”
“You do and I’ll stick around until you make a try,” Puncher snarled but he tried it, lifted my left leg up until it was lifting me up off the bed and he stuck his cock into my ass and that did feel better, I grunted and urged him on faster and faster and he went faster and faster and he lost his concentration and jizzed hard into my ass which in that position sent spooge flying in the air to spray all over him and that made the four remaining men laugh like crazy and I sighed at what could have been and he let me down, panting and went, “How was that?” as if he had to know.
“You were close, so very close.” I said, mostly not to crush this thug’s self-confidence (it was all he had!) “But it wasn’t quite what I wanted.”
“Gahhhhhh, you’re not a kid, you’re a slab of tough leather, that’s your problem. Nothing can crack you!” he said and I laughed.
Wildman was next, volunteering and he was laughing as he stuck it in me. He was black-haired and rather handsome and I did like his fucking me, as he had a...what call I call it...raw verve that said he enjoyed life in all ways and didn’t mind being second in line if he could just play along. It was a genuine pleasure in a non-sexual way to let him plug me and we did a fair number of positions as the two remaining men stamped in frustration at seeing someone taking me in wheelbarrow, flying and reverse cowboy, I was even on top riding him at one point, and he finally sighed and said, “Okay, Cal, I’m out of tricks, but let me get my nuts off and I won’t consider this a waste of time after all.”
“You tried your very best,” I agreed with a grin. Wildman was a fun guy, no doubt about it. “Better luck some other time, maybe.”
“Sounds good to me.” Wildman put me back on my back in missionary position and his urgent thrusts felt like joy unbounded and I sighed when he orgasmed, for he fell into his joy with energy, a spirit unabashed and unafraid.
“Okay, not bad, not bad,” I agreed. “Who wants to be next?”
Gustav looked uncertain and I prompted him, “Gustav?”
“Come on, pick one of us!” the man said. “I’m geared up, no matter if this piece of shoe-leather can’t come when I plug him.”
“Yeah, give me my piece of this action.”
“Why choose?” I asked Gustav. “Send in both of them.”
“Are you certain of this, my dearest Cal?”
“Why not? If one can’t do it, maybe two can.” I said. “It can’t hurt.”
“It can, but...if you are willing, so let it be.” Gustav nodded.
“Okay, Mutt and Jeff, come on and try to light my fire by rubbing your sticks together.”
The men laughed and piled on the bed. “Okay, how are we going to do it.”
“Have to get him between us, one in front and one behind.”
“Let’s start on our sides, in that case.”
They moved into position, Mutt in front and Jeff in back. My words for them, they never gave their names, and didn’t really know each other, I could tell. But Mutt had light brown hair and Jeff had dark brown hair and they were pretty much of a size, well-bodied and reasonably good-looking, and willing to share a boy’s ass to see if that could light my fire.
After all that fucking, my ass was kind of overstretched anyhow, but the two of them filled me full all over again and I loved the soft feel of their cocks mashed together. They began to thrust into me in tandem, and that gave me a double sided prick to feel.
It felt good, real good and I began to really get fired up now. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” I gasped as the hot cocks pumped in and out of me. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”
“Are you loving this, Cal?” Gustav asked me and his cock was dripping with his need. I felt sorry for him and I said, “How about you come over here and let me suck on it while these two fuck me, Gustav? I think I’d like that.”
“I should be honored,” Gustav climbed on the bed and we had to all squirm down to give him room but soon he was kneeling above Mutt’s head and I could suck him while I got double-plowed by the pair of remaining studs.
It was a wonderful feeling, being over-filled with hot cocks jabbing and slipping up and down and I had Gustav’s wonderful prick to go along with it, and I felt like this was it, I was in the zone, I was loving this. I HAD FOUND IT.
As the men began to moan with their desire, I moaned with them, and Gustav was heating up in my mouth. It was a glorious quadratic equation of joy, with everyone in the right position, and it was rocking my WORLD!
“OH, OH, OH, OH, I’M CLOSE, I’M SO CLOSE!” I moaned. “Faster, guys, fuck me faster, I’m so close, so close!”
“Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah,” Gustav was gasping and I sped up my sucking of him, I wanted to come when he did. Not with the guys, but with Gustav. They came, first one, then the other, but I didn’t much notice, I had Gustav’s pleasure in my control, and he was so kind and so generous, I was only focused on him.
“I am coming, my gentle Cal! I am coming!” Gustav moaned. I moaned as he did, and with my fucked ass now completely empty and just the two of us on the bed (when did Mutt and Jeff leave? No matter), and I sucked and Gustav moaned and groaned and his ecstasy struck him and he came into my mouth and it flowed.
And my climax struck, the wonderful amazing multicolored glory I had sought, I experienced it then, not being fucked at all, just sucking my dear, dear Gustav, how could I have made him bring me men when it was him I wanted? I squirted my jizz as he climaxed into me and he saw it and he finished his climax and he moaned as I finished and groaned and he moved as I did that and he got me into his arms.
“Ahhh, my gentle dove, my star, my bright star Cal, did you discover your joy?”
“I did,” I sighed. “And it is you, Gustav. You and only you. I’m here for five days and my mother needs privacy. Can I stay here with you?”
“You can indeed, and I shall teach you to ski and we shall together experience the joys of life outside as well as inside this bed.” That was Gustav all over, a poetic soul.
The next time Gustav fucked me, I was just as delighted as he was, all the joys and delights of the bedroom were with me and with Gustav. Mom hardly noticed that I wasn’t around, she had found a stud she called “Mickey” and seemed to be infatuated.
When the five days were over and the roads were again cleared, Mom and I made the trek back down the mountain but it was Mom and Mickey in the first limousine she ordered for us.
And me and Gustav in the second (all I’d had to do was ask if he could come with us and she’d agreed). Good times lay ahead for us.
THE END
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