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Skiing With An Uncle The first time I went skiing was with an uncle, my mom's youngest Brother, I was miserable. I didn't think I'd ever get warm again. He finally got tired of hearing me complain, and told me I could remain at the lodge. I did, so I could sit next to a roaring fire and watch Baywatch on TV. "Want to take a steam?" he asked when he returned. "Naw, I'm fine right here," I answered, fluffing up my pillow. "C'mon, we've got to do something together!" He led me to a smaller building behind the lodge. Inside, a clerk asked for our room number, wrote something down on a clipboard, then handed us both a key on an elastic cord and a towel. "What do we do with these things?" I asked. "The keys are for lockers. We can't wear clothes in here." No kidding. There were steam rooms and shower rooms with enough moisture coming from both to ruin our clothes. Uncle Stan undressed right next to me without any hesitation at all. My heart skipped a couple of beats seeing what a great looking body he had. He carried his towel, he didn't wear it like I wore mine. But he didn't worry about getting a boner. Everywhere I looked were great looking bodies. Uncle Stan lead me into a room where steam was so hot and thick I couldn't see him anymore. Or anyone else, either. I sat right down next to a guy who was playing with himself. Seeing me move away from him, he didn't do anything. But seeing a guy about my age take a seat between us, he suddenly bolted from the room. "Uncle Stan?" I called out. He didn't answer. "I think he left," the boy said, sliding closer. "I can't see." "That might be a good thing." And then I felt his hand move under my towel to reach my dick. And then he was kneeling in front of me asking me to loosen my towel. I did and watched him take my dick into his mouth. My first blow job! I couldn't believe it! It was over the instant the door opened and another body appeared. The boy didn't say a word to me, just took my right hand and led me out of the steam room and down the dark corridor to another room. A mirrored room with a sheet-covered mattress in the center. If my uncle had been in that corridor and seen us, it would have been all over for me there and this story would have a different ending. But I didn't see Uncle Stan until I took my new friend, Rick, back to the lodge to get something to eat. Uncle Stan appeared to pay our tab. "I should pay you a little something, too, Rick," Uncle Stan said. "You did me a big favor, you know." "You did me the favor," Rick came back. "I was getting bored." "Wha-what are we talking about here?" I asked them. "What favors are you two doing for each other?" "Well, you didn't want to go skiing, and your uncle felt guilty leaving you behind. So, he asked me to show you a good time." Uncle Stan grinned. "Did you show him a good time?" "Oh yes." "The same good time you showed me?" "Pretty much." "Oh, I don't know. You and I were in that mirrored room a good two hours, remember?"