Ski Holiday
It was February and when the Austrian Alps beckoned, I could not resist. There is something special about the European mountains in the early part of the year; covered in glistening snow, fresh snow every few days, sunny days, and beautiful starry nights. Skiing in the Alps is different from other places. People are very friendly and the day is usually a mix of wonderful skiing and partying in the various restaurants interspersed along the trails and at night. It is the ideal winter break.
This particular time I found myself sharing a chalet at the base of one of the mountains with about five other fellows from various countries around Europe and one guy from the US, for almost two weeks. We were mostly strangers to each other, but this type of shared experience accelerates bonding and friendship. We skied together some days and went our separate ways on others depending upon our endurance and the weather.
On the third day, I met a few guys in one of the mountain restaurants at lunchtime and we had a very nice time, but it also provided a preview of things to come. One of two fellows from Germany sat very close to me on the bench and had a sly smile when his eye caught mine. Occasionally his hand would pat my leg when he laughed and he would lean into me as well. At first, I took it as good-natured fun but after a short time, and several beers, I felt that he was sizing me up and testing my responses to see if I would allow him to go further, to take advantage of my soft demeanor. My feeling proved to be correct, and his advances became more aggressive during dinner in the chalet and afterward.
Skiing was great the rest of the day but very tiring. After a shower and a couple of drinks that evening, about half of the group worked on dinner and the rest of us sat around talking about the day and planning the following day's activities. I sat on a couch with a glass of wine and after a short while my aggressive German friend came to sit next to me, much too close in my opinion. Upon sitting he gave me a big smile and placed his hand on my thigh, asking if my muscles were as sore as his. I answered his question in the affirmative, but he did not move his hand and kept a smile on his face as he looked into my eyes. I was feeling very uncomfortable, to put it mildly.
After dinner, a bottle of schnapps made its appearance and was passed around with great enthusiasm. My glass never seemed to be empty thanks to my new German acquaintance. Always with a smile and a touch on my arm or, more correctly, my leg since he always found a way to sit next to me. I was uncomfortable but I didn't know how to remove myself from the situation without making a scene, something that I now realize was part of his plan.
To be clear, I never considered myself looking gay, maybe just a little effeminate, but I do not come across as an alpha male either, so people are left to draw their own conclusions. Most of the people that I associate with socially, or in the business world, are fairly progressive and open-minded, willing to accept someone's personal preferences without comment. However, this one German gentleman seemed intent on making life uncomfortable for me, hoping for what, I don't know.
After lounging around for a while I was able to extract myself from the group and seek the quiet solitude of my bed. My roommate, a British fellow, was a nice guy but seemed to enjoy drinking too much and ended the prior evenings by crashing face down in his bed and then snoring semi-quietly through the night without moving. This night was no different; I dozed lightly and within a short time I heard the Brit stumble into bed, followed by light snoring within minutes. I got up and closed the door to the room since some of the others had commenced a card game and were louder than usual. This, I was soon to realize, was a mistake.
A few minutes after returning to bed, I heard the doorknob turn and saw light from the sitting area illuminate the room quickly and then disappear, and the door latch closed. There was a moment of anxiety but it soon passed, only to be replaced by panic as I felt an elbow on my back and a hand over my mouth. Warm breath, smelling of liquor, accompanied by whispering in my ear: "Don't move or make any noise and everything will be fine," said the now familiar voice.
I groaned and tried to struggle free but the pressure immediately increased on my back and two fingers pinched my nose, shutting off my air. Realizing my predicament, I stopped struggling and the fingers relaxed and I quickly inhaled what air I could manage as fast as I could. The voice returned, "Don't test me, my friend. I am not in the mood for games and the sooner that you accept that fact the better off you will be. Understand?"
I nodded in the affirmative and the pressure on my back eased as well. My circumstance was becoming clear, but I did not understand the rationale behind it. What could this nut want from me, a housemate on holiday? I soon found out.
"When I remove my elbow, you will roll over onto your back with arms at your sides. Clear?" said the voice. I nodded in the affirmative.
The maneuver took only a couple of seconds and then my friend, whom I saw was naked, moved on top of me, sitting near my neck and straddling my chest, pinning my arms at my sides, with his hand back over my mouth. "This is what is going to happen," he said. "I am going to remove my hand from your mouth but you will not make a move or utter a sound. You will open your mouth and I will slide my dick into it. You will then wrap your lips around it, licking the head in the process, and I will fuck your mouth until I am satisfied. Is this clear?"
I nodded slightly but my mind was racing, trying to think of alternatives, and ways to negotiate out of this mess. My eyes must have given me away because in the next moment he leaned close to my ear and said, "Don't think that you will get away with doing something stupid. If you try to buck free and scream or, if you're really brave, try to bite my dick, I will take two fingers and push them as far as I can into your eyes. You may not die but you will be blind I assure you. Nod if you understand."
Again, I nodded my agreement, but I knew that there was no choice to be made. Soon I felt the head of his cock on my chin and his hand slowly removed from my mouth but placed so his thumb and forefinger put pressure on my eyeballs as a reminder. Reluctantly I opened my mouth and his dick inched its way in. As it grew in length, it soon reached the back of my throat, and I wrapped my lips around it, holding it firmly. Soon the thrusting began, slowly at first and then picking up tempo, going deeper as well. His cock was not huge or thick, so it slipped easily down my throat and he moaned softly as he fucked my face. He leaned forward so that his dick would go farther into my throat and I had to time my breathing so as not to choke. Within a few minutes, he pulled back slightly and without moving, shot his load into my mouth. "Swallow it all, cunt," was all he whispered and I did as instructed. Getting off me and out of bed, he continued, "If you say a word to anyone about this, I will find you and you will live to regret it." He silently left the room, closing the door behind him.
I was stunned, sitting up in bed with the taste of semen in my mouth and my throat sore from penetration. It almost felt like a dream. I shook my head and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before returning to bed. As I lay on my back in bed, I relived the evening, specifically the last hour. Doing so somehow got me aroused and without conscious thought, I slowly began to rub and stroke the erection that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Within a minute I felt my dick start pulsing and I ejaculated onto my stomach, pulsing strong bursts of semen up to my chest. I was drained and sleepy and couldn't wait to close my eyes to enjoy a fitful night's sleep.
The next morning I was up early, hoping for a quick breakfast before heading to the mountain for a day of skiing. As I prepared my coffee, my aggressive friend walked up behind me and leaned against me, placing his pelvis against my buttocks with hands on my hips, whispering in my ear, "Good Morning. I trust that you had a good sleep last night, I know that I did." He then moved away laughing softly.
Even though I was distracted, I put on a show of making breakfast and taking my coffee to sit at the table as if nothing was wrong. The German fellow put on his jacket and hat and said to no one in particular, "Have a great day everyone, I will see you for dinner if I don't see you on the mountain." He then smiled at me and pursed his lips to send a small kiss in my direction.
After he left, I regained my composure and sat sipping my coffee before being joined by three other fellows. They suggested that we ski together and it seemed like a great idea. At least I could focus on a beautiful day on the mountain, sunshine and fresh air, and the fun that I came here for. We finished breakfast quickly and headed off, crunching the snow as we walked.
It was a glorious day. Skiing in the morning, lunch in a mountain restaurant, and more skiing until late in the afternoon. We joked and laughed like old friends and I relaxed completely.
