Brian and I weren't best friends, but we shared a love for winter sports -- especially snowboarding. Our other friends bitched about the cold. Brian and I considered it a challenge, and we were always trying to out-do each other by buying the newest designs in winter sport clothing. I had jackets, pants, and underwear made of silk, wool, polar fleece, polypropylene, and just about every other thermal plastic you can name. Brian, though, topped me by finding a one-piece polypropylene under-suit that I'd never seen before. He'd ordered it over the Internet. I was awestruck the first time I saw it.
It was a Friday evening -- we'd driven about three hours to a ski resort and checked into a motel for the weekend. The slopes stayed open late on the weekends, so Brian and I went straight to our room and started changing clothes. Brian stripped completely naked and put on a pair of thermal socks. Then he pulled on the white, one-piece suit. My jaw dropped as he wiggled and contorted to pull the skin-tight underwear up over his legs and hips, inserted his arms, and zipped the chest closed. It hugged every muscle. His nipples were obvious. And there was no doubt that his dick was circumcised -- the suit showed everything.
I am gay, but was not out to Brian. I knew he dated women, and I'd heard him make some homophobic jokes, so I never tried to do anything sexual with him. I couldn't resist touching that one-piece suit, however. As he told me where he'd ordered it, how much it cost, and what it was made of, I ran my hand over his shoulders, down his back, and even over his butt cheeks. And I couldn't stop telling him how impressed I was with the suit and how well it fit his body.
"Turn around," I told Brian. "Look at the way it hugs your chest and your stomach," I said as I touched those parts. I knew I was being too forward, but he wasn't stopping me, and I knelt down in front of him and ran both hands down his hips and over his thighs.
"Man, it stretches to fit every part of your body," I gushed.
My face was only inches from his crotch, and it looked like he was reacting to my examination -- his dick started getting hard. At first, I pretended to ignore it, thinking he would be embarrassed. Then I thought, "Hell no, that's too nice to ignore."
"It REALLY stretches when it needs to, doesn't it!" I said, as I ran a finger over his hard dick. Brian gasped, but he didn't back away, and I grabbed his dick through the material. It had been a few weeks since I last touched someone else's dick, and once I had hold of his, there was no stopping me.
Besides the chest zipper, the suit had a zippered crotch. I opened it and freed his dick and balls. Brian was standing there with his legs spread. I played with his balls with my left hand, and stroked his cock with my right. He was fully erect, and he had a fat dick. I decided I wouldn't have any problem swallowing the length, but I wasn't so sure about that width.
I licked all over his cock, bending it up, down, and sideways to reach every centimeter of skin. When I had it good and wet, I wrapped my lips around the head and started sucking it into my mouth.
Brian whispered, "Oh, yea!"
I had one hand on his balls, the other on the base of his dick, and most of his dick in my mouth. I teased the head of his dick with my tongue, and then tried to suck the whole thing in. I grabbed the back of his thighs with both hands and pulled his body toward me, forcing his dick farther down my throat. My nose was buried in his pubic hair. I moved back, and then forward again. I loved taking that whole thing inside me.
Brian loved it too, and he put his hands on the back of my head and started moving in and out at his own speed. I didn't like not having control, but he was strong, and I was extremely turned on. It didn't take long for him to ram his dick down my throat one last time and hold my head there while he pumped come into me.
When Brian finally let me go, his only comment was, "Wow! I can't believe you did that." He walked to the bathroom, dick and balls flopping through the opening in the suit, and he stayed in there a couple minutes. I was immediately panic stricken, wondering whether I'd just ruined a good friendship. But his body was so hot, and his dick so hard and fat and beautiful, that I don't think I could have passed up that opportunity. I wanted to jack myself off, but I didn't know what Brian would do when he came out of the bathroom.
"Get dressed! Let's hit the slopes," was all he said. I rushed to put on my long underwear and snowsuit; we grabbed our boards and headed out. Brian was hot on the slopes -- I guess the blowjob relaxed him. I wiped out a lot, much to his amusement. At least my dick wasn't hard anymore. Having snow go down the back of your neck tends to cool you off, so to speak. We quit boarding shortly before the bar closed so we could have a couple drinks before going to bed.
I'd really hoped Brian would want another blowjob that night, but he crashed as soon as we got back to the room. Brian was snoring before I'd finished undressing and brushing my teeth. I ended up jacking off while sitting on the toilet. I felt like I was thirteen years old again, jacking in the bathroom and trying to be quiet so my mother didn't hear me.
I woke up the next morning when I heard the shower running. After his shower, Brian came out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He said, "Good morning!" and seemed to be in a great mood. I fell out of bed and staggered to the bathroom for my shower.
When I came out of the bathroom again, Brian was lying on his bed, naked, and stroking his dick. "You want another go at this?" he asked me, waiving his dick in the air.
"Sure." I got on the bed with him. It was easier to suck his dick with him lying down. And I was more in control. He thrust up into my mouth a couple times, but I maneuvered so that he couldn't get his hands on my head. I knelt beside him, with my head facing his feet. I had no problem swallowing his cock from that angle.
I only had a towel around my hips, and Brian ran a hand up the inside of my thigh and started feeling my balls. I spread my knees a little hoping he would grab hold of my dick. He didn't. He kept moving his hand around, playing with my balls, stroking my thighs, and rubbing my butt cheeks. All that just encouraged me to work harder on his dick, sucking it all the way in, and licking around the head when I pulled back.
Brian played in my ass crack for a moment, and then pressed a finger against my butt hole. The only lubrication was whatever moisture was left from my shower, but it was enough for him to press in a little. My body instinctively moved forward, causing his dick to ram down my throat. I was caught between his finger in my ass and his dick down my throat.
