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Brief summary: Cale, the shy and sensitive sweetheart, and the lovable goofball, Brady, met as dorm neighbors, and they quickly fell for each other, becoming one another’s first gay relationship. They’re spending time together during the semester break, currently stuck on a ski lift.
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Part 66
The constant instrumental loop of Auld Lang Syne soon resumed. It was very cold, honestly, but my hand searched for warmth in Brady’s pants. I leaned over a bit to get a better grip, stroking him slowly and keeping his cock as close to his body as possible.
“Mmm, good boy,” he breathed. His grip around me was tight, so I matched it, tugging his whole length. Then he whispered, “If babe makes me cum before we get to the bottom, I’ll bottom tonight.”
He winked in such a way that told me he wanted to bottom no matter what, but I still felt determined to make this night even more memorable, considering all the planning it took on Brady’s part. Why not make use of some extra time? I thought.
So, there on the stand-still ski lift, halfway down the hill, I jerked Brady’s big, pink dick. I knew the air must have felt cold, so I tried to keep things moving. I kept my motions isolated to my wrist to avoid suspicion, especially as a few employees skied down beneath our feet.
One, with the use of a bullhorn, announced, “Emergency services are ten minutes away. We should have everything back and moving in fifteen to twenty. We appreciate your patience, and Sennet Mountain would like to compensate you for your troubles, so please see the Customer Service desk before you leave.”
“Watch it be free lift tickets,” Brady chuckled.
But I got back to work. I stroked him, leaning nice and close to preserve our heat. Knowing our tone was limited, I stayed focused and hoped he was, too.
“Mmm, that’s good,” he whispered, his hand grabbing my hip. “Just like that.”
The cloud of vapors that escaped his mouth with each deep exhale reminded me of steam in a sauna. He was rock hard, and when I looked down, a spot of precum had formed, so I knew I was doing a good job. The meat of my palm glided past his mushroom cockhead, now lubricated by his juices.
After a few more minutes, the cold started to set in, seeping up through the bench we sat upon. But the friction and natural heat radiating from Brady’s lap was like a small fire, and myself close to it was beneficial. I decided, listening to his breath start to catch, that I could figure a way to swallow this load out of him.
Suddenly we could see the lights from an ambulance approaching. But from our perspective, we couldn’t see the bottom due to a steeper angle about two hundred yards in front of us that acted like a cliff. That also helped us avoid being seen by anyone other than the people in front of us.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Brady huffed, tightening his grip on my hip; he felt like a tight seatbelt.
I leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “Lift up the lap bar.”
As I sat back, I saw his eyes widen as a smirk crept across his face. I kept stroking him, knowing he’d lift up the bar when the time was right.
And like clockwork, he held me tight with one hand and lifted up the metal bar just far enough for me to bend over and take his delicious, precum-covered cock in my mouth. I bobbed my head for a moment, waiting for my reward.
“Here it comes, babe!” He grunted.
My mouth was filled with a hot, thick flood of salty cum. Brady squeezed onto me so hard I could have popped. But I felt secure as I worked to swallow down his load. Then I sat up, and the bar came down. Brady quickly put himself away and zipped up.
He grabbed my hands, his feeling ice-cold.
“Thank you, babe.” He kissed my cheek before leaning back to catch his breath. “I promise that wasn’t the only thing on my mind when I bought these tickets.”
I laughed so hard the seat shook. I loved that we could just joke around and have these authentic moments without fear of judgment. Brady was truly my person.
And then, with a sudden, shaking jolt, the ski lift continued. Within a few minutes, we were back on the ground, and the lift was turned off.
“Hey, is everyone okay?” Brady asked a nearby employee.
She chuckled and said, “Yeah. The owner’s wife had too much to drink and fell getting off. She’s totally fine, but since it was the owner, we had to follow all safety protocol, which included stopping the lift. But I probably shouldn’t be telling you that.”
We thanked her for everything and headed in, where a short line had formed by the Customer Service desk. When it was our turn, the poor young lady looked very frazzled.
“I’m so sorry about that. We understand the massive inconvenience this has caused, and we at Sennet Mountain hope you will return and give us the chance to make a better impression.” As if she were following a script, or maybe she was so exhausted she was on autopilot, she bent over and held up two sheets of paper. She said, “At this time, we can offer you free lift tickets for any weekday afternoon ski, or we can give you a $30 gift card for our restaurant. Unfortunately this does not cover any alcohol at this time.”
“We’ll take the gift card. Thank you,” Brady said sincerely. “I appreciate it. Have a restful night.”
“Thank you,” she replied, some life returning to her tired eyes. “You, too.”
The drive home was pretty quiet, but my boner came back quickly. In Brady’s car, we blasted the heat, but halfway home it was almost too hot, so he turned it down a bit.
“Tonight was incredible, Brady,” I said as we entered the busier part of town. “You manage to make every possible moment so, so special for me. I feel like I don’t deserve it.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the only person in the world who deserves it. And if I don’t give you the amount of magic that I know the world has—because magic has to exist if you exist—then I’m failing you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I felt choked up, overwhelmed.
“And,” he continued, placing a hand on mine, which rested on my left thigh, “I hope I can give you magic for the rest of our lives, Cale. I really mean that.”
“I love you. So much, Brady. Thank you for loving me.” I couldn’t even articulate just how much he meant to me, despite all my best efforts. So I kept it short and sweet.
“Thank you, baby.”
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Of course, no one was up when we returned. Brady ensured me that he’d texted his parents updates all night so they wouldn’t worry. As we crept up the stairs, loud video game noises could be heard even through the thick door of Austin’s room. In a few steps, we were back in Brady’s room with the door closed and locked behind us.
“I need to hop in the shower and warm up.” Then he stopped and smiled. “I also need to clean out, just to be safe. So I’ll text you or open the door when I’m done with that, if you want to get in the shower with me!” He walked to the bathroom, undoing his dress shirt and tie. Then he turned and added, “I mean, if you really wanted to watch me douche, I suppose you can.”
I laughed. “I’ll leave you to that part, babe. And you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I want to,” he replied, deadpan. Then he winked at me as the bathroom door closed, and I heard the shower turn on.
I took some time to send my sisters a text, in case they were up late. I didn’t want to bother my parents, but I was curious what everyone had been up to in the short time I’d been gone.
Hey! I started. Brady just took me to the most beautiful NYE dinner on a mountain with fireworks!! OMG it was amazing.
Veronica almost immediately texted back a vomiting emoji, followed by, JK dork. That sounds amazing. Tell him happy new year!
What are you guys doing tonight?
We were all just here… Mom let us drink something other than sparkling grape juice so it’s a win in my book.
Suddenly Lila chimed in. Dad passed out at 10:34 this year.
Is that a record? I joked. Our father somehow never managed to make it to midnight, and it sounded like this year was a particularly early night for him.
4 years ago was 9:30. Lila replied. But that was when the toilet broke after Christmas and he spent all day fixing it since the emergency plumber wouldn’t come. Anyway I’m going to bed. Night Caleb!
Night! I replied before putting my phone down on the nightstand. I leaned back, still fully dressed, on top of Brady’s bed.
I texted Savannah and Zara, too. In the past, we’d all hung out in Savannah’s basement and lit sparklers in her driveway at midnight, so I apologized for not being home. I promised both of them that I’d spend more time with them in the upcoming semester, and I started thinking about Spring Break plans.
Should we all go somewhere? I pondered. Our freshman year, we’d made tentative plans that when we all turned 21 we might go to Vegas or Nashville. Somewhere exciting and fun and ‘glamorous,’ in Zara’s words. What will Brady want to do?
Suddenly the bathroom door opened.
“All set,” he called.
So I pulled off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. It smelled as though he’d sprayed cologne, which I thought was cute. I pulled back the curtain slowly and peered at his beautiful body.
“Get in here, babe!” He grinned. “And I’m not just talking about the shower.”
I stepped under the water with him; it felt really nice on my skin. Even with the car ride home, the cold from the ski hill had crept deep into my bones, and only the hot water reminded me of just how cold it was. Brady’s arms wrapped around my waist, and we stood there together.
“Do you wanna fuck me right here?” He asked, his hands slinking downward toward my hardening dick.
“I’d love to,” I said, spinning to face him. “But you’re a lot taller than me, and I don’t know how that would work.”
He turned around, then, facing the back of the shower. Then he bent over, all the way with his legs bent and parted, and he grabbed the edge of the tub.
“How about now?” He asked, shaking his hairy ass. I was hard now, so I angled my dick to push the head against his hole.
“Huh,” I marveled. “Where’s the lube?”
He fumbled behind the shower curtain and handed me the little, purple bottle.
“I already put some in there,” he said softly. “I mean, maybe the shower water washed it away already, but I tried.”
I gazed at his perfect ass, scruffy and plump, and waiting for me. With the shower water pelting on my back, I slathered lube on my hard dick. My toes were lined up with Brady’s heels as I lined up the head of my cock with his pink hole. With my left hand on his hip and my right hand pushing my dick forward, I sink into him slowly.
I heard him exhale, loudly, as my head passed his tight, muscular ring. Every time I was inside him, I was reminded of just how good something could feel. His warmth, his tightness, his trembling body, my trembling body. As I slid deeper him, I rinsed the excess lube from my hand and grabbed his other hip. At last, my pubes came to a rest against his round butt.
“Is that okay, babe?” I asked. He tightened his ass muscles around me in response.
“Better than okay,” he moaned. “I can’t believe I get to be the only person to ever take this dick. You feel so fucking good, Cale.”
He’s just blowing smoke up my ass… I smirked, remembering what I was putting up his ass.
I began my rhythmic thrusts, slowly at first. The intense electricity that came from his soft walls on every square inch of my cock was almost too much to go any faster.
“Jesus, Brady,” I breathed. “Did you get tighter?”
“Well,” he chuckled. “I was scrolling in my phone and saw some video of a lady talking about doing Kegels, so I looked it up, and it’s apparently good for men and women to keep up your pelvic floor strength. It’s a muscle like any other one, really.”
“Huh,” I marveled again. This man was always full of surprises. And most of the surprises turned out to be very beneficial for me.
“So you better fuck the hell of my tight ass, because I’ve been working on it.” He shook his butt, sliding my cock around inside it.
“Mmm, you don’t have to tell me twice, you naughty boy,” I crooned.
I grabbed his hips with force, shoving my cock as deep as it would go. Then I pulled out until the widest part of my cockhead was just barely inside him, and I plunged back into him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. I kept at that for a while, listening to his moans and the shower water as it splashed down into the tub.
But after a few minutes of that, I could tell both of our bodies wanted more. I remembered the way I had told him to use me that morning. Now it was my turn.
With a voracious hunger, I started to buck my hips into him. The sides of my feet were wedged against the sides of the tub as my wet skin started to slap against his. Water sprayed in all directions, ricocheting and slashing off of our bodies. I was moaning, now, letting the animalistic side of myself take over.
Brady was grunting and moaning, too. In that moment, he was my slutty little bottom, and he wanted it bad.
“Fuck, babe,” he huffed. “Just like that! Holy shit!”
Is he gonna cum again? I smirked, speeding up my pounding thrusts. He was seemed to be flexing his hole around my shaft, squeezing my cockhead each time I pulled back, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer; after the ski lift excitement, I’d leaked what felt like a gallon of precum into my underwear.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me—“ And then he is legs seemed to nearly give out, and my dick almost slipped out of him. But I gripped harder onto his hips, holding the lower half of him up as I fucked the life out of him.
I was there, so I grunted out, “Ohh, agh!”
Then my legs nearly gave out as stars clouded my vision. My hips kept flying, rocketing my load deep inside Brady’s beautiful ass. I had to stop myself from collapsing down onto the bent-over hunk beneath me, knowing I’d take us both down.
I slid out of him and helped him stand up.
“Jesus,” his breathy voice huffed into my ear as he threw his arms around my shoulders. “For our first fuck of the year, that was really fuckin’ intense.”
I gently slapped his ass like a teammate. “Thanks, babe. You’re a good little bottom.”
“If you want to put another load in me before we get up tomorrow, I won’t stop you.” He picked his head up and kissed my cheek.
Then we took a few moments to wash each other and just enjoy the warmth. By the time we got out and dried off, it was nearing 3 in the morning. We crashed down into bed together in the dark, and despite how exhausted I was, I just couldn’t come down from the night’s excitement.
“I don’t want to go back up North,” I sighed. I had one more day at Brady’s before I headed back to my family’s for about a week until the next semester began.
“I can hold you hostage here if that’s easier. I promise to feed you and fuck you,” he giggled, rolling over onto his side.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied. I ran my fingers up and down his naked body, feeling every bulge of muscle, every soft spot. “At least we’ll be closer to seeing each other again at school.”
“Exactly, babe. Now, come here.”
I barrel-rolled over to his arms, hoping we’d be able to finally sleep.
“Happy New Year, Brady,” I whispered.
“Happy New Year,” he breathed, a sleepy reply.