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It was a bright cold day and the slopes were packed. The snow fell heavily over night and the slopes were in excellant shape. The wind blew harshly and it was a biting, bitter wind. But people could not resist the perfect snow for skiing. John was one of those people. He was not a good skier. He tried hard but he just couldn't get it right. He spent more time in the snow than on it. He loved the icy air and cold temps. But he really loved men. Young men. Cute young men. He loved the way they looked, smeeled , dressed and kissed. He really loved the way guys dressed in the winter. He affection for parkas ran deep. He owned many and loved to see men wear them. There was one specific kind that he loved , but they are not popular anymore. The kind every kid had and mom made you wear. The snorkel parkas with the fur trimmed hoods. They came in a variety of colors and furs. But all had that distinctive orange lining and snorkel hood. John found them sexy and now they are not worn anymore.
John never thought that this particular day of skiing would turn into hot tumble in bed. He swished on the slopes for a couple hours, looking at all the cute guys. He couldn't seem to get a reading on any of them, gay or straight. He wore jeans and a turtleneck, covered with an ash gray Champion sweatshirt. Over that, his favorite snorkel parka. It was a sage green nylon with an orange lining. The pile lining in the hood was dark brown and the trim was coyote fur. It was light brown with patches of dark brown randomly throughout. It fit him just right and when he wore it, he was very hard. After lunch , he went back out on the slopes. As he swooshed down , he looked up at the lift overhead. He was so shocked at what he saw, he almost spilled right there and made an ass of himself. As he looked up , he spotted one. A snorkel parka, and a cute guy was wearing it. A young cute guy. He was mesmerized for a second. He could not believe someone would be wearing one on the slopes. He continued down the slope and regained his senses. When he reached the bottom, he waited. Standing near the line for the lift, he watched the base of the slope. Waiting for the mystery man to come down. About twenty minutes later, he spotted him. What he actually spotted was the orange lining from the inside of the guys navy blue snorkel. It was open enough for the orange to outline the chest of the stud.When he reached the bottom of the slope , he pushed up his gogggles and headed for the lift.
John played dumb and worked himself into line right behind him. He was directly behind him staring at the soft sandy brown fur trim on the parka hood. It was lined in a deep blue pile. John wanted to bury his nose in the soft fur trim, reach around the front and place his gloved hand on the guys crotch. He wanted to fondle him through his ski pants. Soon they made thier way to the next chair. With a "thump" they both sat on the moving lift as it carried them to the top of the mountain.John was nervous. Without being to obvious, he snuck looks at the stud.He wanted to grab him by the back of the hood and stick his tongue down the throat of the parka clad guy. But instead, stuck out a hand and said" Hi I am John." They shook and he replied" Hi , I am Brad." . John loved the name Brad. He had a crush on a friend by the same name. It was a long ride to the top. Brad was nervous also. He fidgeted with his hands.
"Nice coat, " John said, " you don't see too many of them anymore." He waited for a reply." Yeah , I like it, it's warm. You must like 'em too!" John blushed.John was overwhelmed with an feeling. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out " I am not usually this forward , but would you like to get a drink later, my treat?" Brad didn't look at him right away, but soon turned, placed his hand on the inside of John's thigh and said, " Why don't you come by my room in the chalet tonight and we can sit by the fire."
John was shocked. And very turned on. Soon he slid his and over to Brads crotch and started to grope through the layers. He could feel a massive peice of hard meat. They looked into each others eyes and leaned in. They kissed deeply right there on the lift where the whole world could see, but no one seemed to care. Soon the lift was at the top. The slid of the bench and started down a trail. They traded positions first and second, back and forth. Each trying to outdo the other. John was no where near a good skier , so he couldn't catch up to often. Suddenly he hit a patch of ice and started out of control, still upright , but arms flailing all over. Before he knew it he went through a group of bushes and into the woods. Before long he found himself on his back , buried in snow.
As he opened his eyes, he looked up to see Brad standing directly over him. " Are you alright?" he asked laughingly. " Yeah , I think so......" John said as he made sre he could feel all his body parts.Brad outstretched a gloved hand to help him up. Jon grabbed it and pulled him downward. Brad landed directly on top and their parkas scratched together. Brad leaned in and pressed his cold moist lips against John's. They kissed deeply for a long time, gentlty caressing each other through the snorkel parkas.Brad pulled Johns fur trimmed hood up onto is head and proceeded to pull up his. He leaned in again, meshing the two fur trims together and kissing once again. Soft pile groped each others cheeks. They moaned softly inside the hoods.
Brad's hand slid down between John's thighs and groped his incredibly hard cock through his jeans. John moaned softly into Brad's mouth. John reached up, placed a hand on the back of Brads hood and sucked his tongue deep into his throat. It was a very passionate kiss. After long mments of heavy kissing, Brad pulled John to his feet. He leaned him against a tree and continued kissing him. John's hands ran up and down the navy blue satin nylon parka. Brad reached up , unzipped John's parka halfway down his chest and revealed the orange lining. He slid his hand in and gently pinched John's erect nipples through the thick sweatshirt he wore. A loud moan escaped John's mouth and his knees almost buckled.
Brad slowly lowered himself to his knees. He reached up and unzipped the fly of John's jeans. As he did, his eyes became wide with excitment. As it lowered , he could see spots, Black spots, on a background of sienna. He recognized the smooth outlining around John's hard cock and swollen balls. John wore aleopard skin thong under his jeans. Brad was in heaven. He loved thongs. He wore them all the time. He loved his black one, but this is the kind he dreams of. There standing inches away from his moist mouth , was a cock surrounded by a leopard skin thong. He dove in quickly and started licking. His tongue met the softness of the material and he traced the outline of the hard shaft. He nibbled at bottom and pulled it with his teeth. He chewed it gently and soaked it with his own saliva.
John grabbed ahold of the snorkel hood on Brads head and pulled his deep into his crotch. He forced his cock into Brads face, as Brad inhaled the manly scent of the thong and cock. Brad was beginning to moan loudly. He dreamed of this for as long as he could remember. His fantasy was coming true and so was John's. John wrapped his fingers in the sandy brown fur trim on Brad's hood and pumped his thong covered cock against Brad's face. He could feel the soft fur touching his thighs and he got chills. Brad was incredibly hard in his own ski pants. He could feel his own cock twitching as he sucked on the thong. He knew it wouldn't be long before he shot a load of cum into his own pants without even touching it.
John moaned and begged for more. He slammed his crotch into the fur hood around it. Brad moaned and begged. Brad reached up and pulled the thong aside. He thrusted down on the hard shaft and sucked for all it was worth. He felt John's cock against the back of his throat. John pulled hard on the hood and fucked his mouth. " Come on parka boy suck my hard cock" he cried out. Deeper and deeper he went down. The fuzzy thong touched his nose and he inhaled the musky smell. It was all he could handle. He shot a huge load of cum into his black thong. He felt the sticky hot cum fill the pouch surrounding his swollen shaft.He shot more hot cum than he had ever shot.He felt the hot lava spewing into his favorite thong. He knew at that moment, he would have to buy another because he never intended to ever wash this one again. His legs trembled as the last of his cum exited his shaft. He relaxed his mouth and let John continue to fuck his face.
John held the hood tightly and forced his cock deep. He moaned and whimpered. He thrusted his hips and bit is lip. He cried out in ecstasy, "OHHHHHHHHHHH" as he pulled his cock from Brad's mouth andsent cum spraying outward into the soft sandy brown fur trim around the snorkel hood surrounding Brads face. It splattered and sprayed. Shot after shot splashed against the fur. It dripped down from the top to the front of the navy blue parka. It slid it's way down the front, leaving a wet trail behind. John shot repeatedly into the fur. He shot two loads into the hood and splashed it on Brads cheeks. Soon every bit of cum in his ballsack was on or in Brads parka. They stood face to face and began kissing again. John licked some of his warm load off of Brads cheek and inserted into his mouth. They enjoyed the manly taste.
They straightened their rumpled parkas and clothes, reattached thier skis and started back down the mountain. Brad yelled out "8 o'clock , room 416" . John replied "7:30 !!!" and they swooshed their way down.
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