Gay Erotic Stories

It was about five years ago. I was skiing in New Zealand when I met my true lust and ever since then the promise of winter with the crisp chill of snow in the air sends my blood coursing south. I took an advanced three-day ski school class and luckily for me there were no others in my skill area wanting to take the longer, more expensive course so early in the season. I thought to myself that it was a stroke of good luck, but this was barely the start of it. The full contingent of ski school staff hadn't arrived yet and the season was getting off to an early start with very heavy falls. As a result, I had the good fortune of having the head of ski school taking me for the course. We introduced ourselves and he asked what sort of things I'd like to cover in particular. I found it hard not to make some reference to his trim physique, easy perfect smile and tanned skier’s face. At the end of the first day I was ecstatic and a little exhausted. I'd just spent a perfect day skiing with one of the most beautiful men imaginable. His name was Jonathon and he'd just spent the northern season in France with a month in Thailand on the way back to "get some sun on the rest of my body!". He was my height and build - just over 6' with broad square shoulders and narrow in the hips, but strong in the thigh - only his hair was golden blond with lighter sun streaks throughout and his eyes a beautiful cold Nordic blue. I'm your classic Mediterranean type and a pretty good example of one. I took the courtesy coach back to the ski village and my hotel and ran a hot shower to work out the knots in my muscles. After an hour relaxing, trying not to think about Jonathon and wrestle my easily stirred nine inches of pleasure muscle, I got changed and went to the house-bar to see what was happening before dinner. After getting myself a local beer I relaxed in a barstool and checked out the room. It was your usual smattering of ski tourists and resort staff. A good, friendly atmosphere of people intent on having fun. While getting my second beer a friendly hand slapped me on the shoulder and a by now familiar voice greeted me with the local banter. I'd been cock-struck; just the sound of his voice gave me butterflies and stirred my loins. Turning and smiling, responding with the same level of friendliness I looked straight into his eyes to shake hands. It was then that it struck me, it wasn't just me, there was a two-way thing going on, I was sure of it. Jonathon just kept smiling and staring into my eyes and it was only when the barman interrupted asking "Jonathon, what are you having?" that I realized we were still shaking hands. I immediately got all flushed and tongue-tied so resorted to a long slug of my beer as Jonathon was getting his drink. Having both had time to recover (and my trying to decide whether I was dreaming or not about what had just happened) we struck up conversation about the forecast for tomorrow, which was due to be very good. Jonathon made a few ambiguous comments about "having a big day tomorrow", "a lot planned for me" and "I intend to really wear you out". We ended up having a nice casual meal together at the hotel, he insisted on paying his way, and neither of us appeared to want to leave and I was too timid to ask about the next step. I woke up alone, but happy and raring to go. Jonathon was right; he did have a big day planned. We covered every part of the mountain and I could really feel my skiing improve and strengthen. He was very good! During the day, we got to talk to each other a bit more. I found out he was single - "No girlfriend or...?" "No!" he smiled rakishly. We both had a love of most sports and we agreed to a game of squash that evening in the town. I went back to my hotel, got changed and asked the way to the local squash courts. Jonathon was there already and raring to go. In this sport we were far more evenly matched, in fact I may have had the upper hand as Jonathon was doing most of the running. After the game we were both extremely out of breath and looking forward to a hot shower and a cold beer. We went into the shower block in the changing rooms and quickly stripped down and went into the showers. One of my dreams was coming true; I was going to see Jonathon naked. Following him from behind he had smooth, blemish free, pale skin with strong muscle close to the surface underneath and when he removed his towel his butt proved to be the most beautiful possible. The Thai tan line was still there and a fine growth of blond hair started where the butt finished and the legs began. I was in love. Being an open shower block, Jonathon turned on his shower and slowly turned round facing me. He looked me straight in the eye, which is where I tried to keep mine, but I couldn't help it. My eye-line dropped to where all my hopes and dreams were based. My audible gasp of air couldn't have been missed. I quickly looked back into Jonathon's eyes and realized by the smile on his face that he'd both seen my reaction and enjoyed it. Immediately, without being aware of it, blood started engorging my member and the pulse of it made my cock start to bob up and down. Jonathon moved over to me, his beautiful monster schlong swaying pendulously as he came closer. Casually he grasped my near turgid prong in one hand and as I started to drop to my knees to worship his uncut 9" flaccid trunk, he whispered "Not here, this is a public amenity in small town New Zealand." That was enough of a cue for me, we couldn't get back to my hotel room fast enough. While going through the maze of hotel corridors Jonathon's hand kept grazing both the small of my back and the cleft between my butt cheeks. I was nearly on fire by the time I slid my key into the well-oiled door lock. We were in each other’s arms and ripping clothes off before we knew what was happening. I could feel his trapped python getting more and more obvious inside his trousers. I had to set him free. I backed away a step and went down on my knees to slowly unbutton his trousers. Pulling the trousers away and his shirt sitting open, I was left with a pair of white Y-fronts which were not succeeding in containing probably 12" of thick turgid man flesh. He dressed to the left and his jockeys were sticking out an easy 2" to the side of his left hip, which was the head of his uncut penis proudly exposing himself. My ass was puckering in anticipation as I pulled the stretched gossamer fabric away from his immense manhood. The smell and warmth emanated strongly and overtook my senses as I knelt in prayer with as much of this man inside me as I could manage. "I want you to fuck me!" came from somewhere and then I realized it was me and before I knew it I was on the bed naked on all fours with this glorious man standing behind me ready to impale me with his pleasure sword. I looked over at the mirror in front of the vanity and nearly came at the site. His cock was just starting to enter me and it looked as if there was no way humanly possible I would be able to take him in. I managed! After some time of having my ass-hole plundered from behind, we turned around and I squatted over him slowly raising myself up and down his pole. At the site of this in the mirror, my cock became fully erect and those familiar sensations started to overtake me. As I started gasping and choking in pleasure a frigid Jonathon pulled himself up and started to suck my cock, nearly to it's full length and with an almost banshee like scream I unleashed five or six gushing tides of jism down his throat, slaking his thirst. My thighs then reminded me that they'd been doing most of the work until now and started cramping up. Jonathon thought I wanted to stop as I started climbing off his manhood, but I said no and that I wanted him to come inside me while looking at me. As he pinned my legs back behind his shoulders and began to enter me again I felt that familiar surge and swell back in my groin. As I surrendered my ass-hole to total destruction I could feel my blood surging again and that unmistakable feeling in my groin and stomach. Jonathon began to pick up the pace and his breath became like that of a rutting bull. I reached my hand back to feel his cock moving in and out and craned my neck around to look in the mirror. This sent me off again and as I squeezed gently on his balls, we both exploded together as one writhing mass of rutting manhood. And one we've been ever since. I didn't make it home.