Storming Love Blizzard Kimo & Mike (3 page)

“I may need my EMT skills soon. You all right?”

“Always perfect,” I said. “As long as I’m with you, sweetheart.”

A few minutes later I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and on my way back I ran into Chris in the hallway. “Sometimes I wish I was gay,” he said, shaking his head.

I must have blushed because he laughed. “Pity the poor straight guy,” he said. “Gay buddies getting sex right and left and I’m stuck with the ice queen.”

I went back to Mike and cuddled up against him, happy with the man I’d chosen.

The next morning we all trooped out to the slopes. Chris and Jenny were going to ski together and I hoped that might rekindle some of their past affection. Vinnie and Mike agreed to stay with Phil on the blue trails for a while.

They left me at the ski school with a bunch of middle-schoolers and a couple of women in their fifties. One of the instructors, a twenty-something Nordic type who looked like he’d been skiing since he was a baby, stood up in front of us. “I’m Kurt. Welcome to Beaver Creek. How many of you have skied before?”

I was hesitant to raise my hand because it had been so long before, but when I was the only one not to, I joined the crowd. “Good,” he said. “Get into two lines, please, and we’ll set you up with for skis.”

When Kurt got to me, he asked my height and weight, then laid down a pair of skis on the snow. I rocked my boot into one ski the way Mike had shown me and felt pleased.

As I stepped onto the second ski, Kurt said, “Since you’re a beginner, I’ve got you in skis in the middle range for your height. But you look pretty fit. You should be fine.”

“I surf,” I said. “In Hawaii. Where I live. I’m just not accustomed to having all these clothes on.”

Kurt looked at me, and I worried that he thought I was flirting with him. “You’ll manage,” he said.

He and the other instructor took us over to a hill that was hardly as a tall as reasonable North Shore wave, and we practiced flexing our knees, leaning into turns, and snowplowing to a stop.

It felt awkward at first, especially burdened down with the heavy jacket and boots. But Mike’s early instructions kicked in, and by mid-morning Mr. Nordic said I was ready to tackle a real run. “Take the lift up and look for the green trails.”

He paired me up with one of the middle-schoolers and we trudged over to the chair lift, positioning ourselves and waiting for the lift to hit us in the ass.

The view from the lift was magnificent, a vista of brilliant white snow-covered slopes, with huge clouds dotting a blue sky. But I came from a state where weather changes constantly, so I had a feeling that those clouds promised a coming blizzard.

At the top of the mountain the middle-schooler and I hopped off the lift, and I poled my way over to the lounge, where I found Mike, Vinnie and Phil relaxing. Vinnie was a lot like Mike—a big, athletic, easy-going guy. Phil was a lot slimmer and less graceful, but the warmth that existed between them was such a contrast to the way that Jenny and Chris interacted.

Vinnie teased Phil, but it was all good-natured, and Phil teased him right back. “See, I have problems with sports because my body isn’t well-balanced,” Phil said. “Vinnie has a small dick, and I have a big one, so that affects my coordination.”

“TMI!” Mike said, but he laughed, and I remembered using the same expression with Jenny the day before.

“Yours just looks bigger because you’re so skinny,” Vinnie said. “See, I have muscles where you don’t.” He looked at us. “So what about you guys? Which one of you is bigger?”

Mike immediately said, “Don’t even go there, K-Man.”

“Come on,” I said. “Didn’t you and Vinnie go to college together? He already knows what you’re packing, am I right?”

Vinnie shook his head. “Mr. Riccardi here was always bashful. Whenever we worked out at the gym, he’d always leave and go back to the dorm to shower.”

“Probably embarrassed to get a hard-on in front of you,” Phil said. “Bet you don’t feel that way now, do you?”

Mike crossed his arms over his chest and I noticed the way his biceps bulged against his thermal shirt. “They were different times. And even now, my sexual orientation is my business. I don’t have to hide, but I don’t have to wear a rainbow T-shirt either.”

“Oh, come on,” Phil said. He looked at Mike. “I’ll bet you’re the bottom, aren’t you? I can just see you lying on your back with your legs up in the air, and Kimo—”

“Enough, motormouth,” Vinnie interrupted him.

I was glad he stopped, and wondered if he’d been spying on us the night before. Mike didn’t usually love bottoming, unless he was balanced over my dick, controlling how far in I went and how fast we moved. I didn’t care what position we chose; I loved having Mike’s handsome, hairy, naked body next to me, on top of me, beneath me. I could suck him or fuck him, rub against him or give him a hand job, and it was all great; whatever he wanted to do with me was okay, too.

I had a hard-on buried somewhere under the layers of thermal underwear and ski pants, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Mike turned to me. “How would you feel about tackling one of the easy slopes? They’re the ones color-coded green. I could take you down one.”

“Taking his ski cherry,” Phil said.

“Phil,” Mike said. “You’re married to one of my best friends, so I say this with love. Shut the fuck up before I smack you.”

“You tell him, Mikey,” Vinnie said. “Maybe he’ll listen to you.” He turned to his husband. “You need some discipline, Philip. We’ll have to consider that tonight.”

I turned to Mike. “I’d love to try skiing with you.”

“Cool. Most places the green runs are at the bottom of the mountain, but here the slope is gentle at the top. You’ll get to see the views and experience the fresh snow.”

We left Vinnie and Phil and went back outside, where we put our skis back on and Mike led me to the beginning of a green trail.

It was gorgeous, lots of trees around us, the slope gentle, people moving slowly. I could see how skiing could become addictive, though I’d always prefer the surf to the snow.

When we came to the end of the run, where I could take a lift back up or we could continue down a steeper slope, Mike said, “You did great, K-Man. You want to try a blue? I’ll be right here with you.”

Skiing used muscles I didn’t regularly flex, and I was starting to get tired, but I figured that if we got to the bottom I could just quit then. And I did want to spend time with Mike, enjoying things that he did.

We took off together, and Mike moved way faster than I did. He kept stopping to wait for me. Then I fell and my ski binding popped. The ski slid downhill faster than I did.

Other skiers were zooming past me. Snow was seeping into my socks and around my neck, and I was not a happy camper. Mike skied down and retrieved my loose ski, then poled his way back up to me. He reached a hand down to me and hoisted me up.

“I feel like such a loser,” I said. “This slope isn’t even that steep, and it’s nothing for you.”

“Give it a day or two,” he said. “You didn’t learn to surf overnight, did you? Here, let me put your ski back on.”

He was so sweet that I couldn’t complain. We went down the rest of the slope even slower, Mike taking his time so he could stay beside me. When we finally reached the bottom I said I was going to quit, and he went back up to the black diamond trail he had tried the day before.

Late in the afternoon it began snowing heavily, and by the time the six of us walked back from dinner drifts were piling up nearly waist-high. “If it keeps up like this we won’t get much skiing in tomorrow,” Mike said, and secretly I was glad.

Jenny and Chris were arguing again, and when we got upstairs Mike and I went right to our room and closed the door. Mike bent over to pick something up from the floor and yelped.

“What’s the matter?”

“It feels like I pulled a muscle in my back. Maybe I should have taken it easier on the slopes today, but I was having such a good time I just wanted to keep going and going.”

“Lie down on the bed and I’ll give you a back rub,” I said. Anticipating that opportunity, I had packed a big bottle of the orange-scented massage oil we both liked, and as Mike stripped down I hunted for it in my big duffle bag.

When I looked up again, Mike was naked, lying on his stomach on the king-sized bed. Just seeing his naked body got me going, and my dick began to stiffen as I stripped off my shirt and long pants, my socks and shoes, leaving my boxers on.

I stood beside him, squeezed some oil onto my hands, and began a light pressure on his shoulders with the palms of my hands. Mike groaned with pleasure beneath me. His head was sideways on the pillow, facing me, and he saw my erection pressing against my boxers.

“You are such a horn dog,” he said.

I used my knuckles against the stiff muscles of his upper back. “Is that a problem?” I asked. “Vinnie and Phil are probably in their room fucking like bunnies right now.”

“Is that who you’re thinking of? Vinnie and Phil?”

“Vinnie is sex on legs,” I said, taking long strokes down Mike’s back. I liked the silky way his back hair felt under my hands. “I see why you crushed on him so much in college.”

“I lied, you know,” Mike said. His voice was partly muffled by the pillow. “I did scope out his dick in college. We were at a frat party one night, and both of us had to take a leak at the same time. There was just a single toilet so we shared the bowl.”

“Kinky,” I said. “You and I have done that.”

“Yeah, but you and I have done a lot more than that,” Mike said. “I couldn’t help taking a look at his dick as he let loose.”

“How was it?”

“Like Phil said, Vinnie’s not the most endowed guy in the world. Very average, in my opinion.”

“Unlike you,” I said. Mike’s dick was thicker and longer than mine, though he was a shower, not a grower—it didn’t get any bigger when he got hard. Mine swelled at least an inch or two when it was fully erect, as it was right then.

“Yeah. For the longest time, the only dicks I ever saw were my own, and ones in magazines. So I kind of thought everybody was my size.”

“And wouldn’t the world be a better place then.” I found the muscle that had caused Mike to yelp when he bent over, and he winced under me. I added more oil to my hands and moved slowly back and forth over the muscle until I felt it relax.

I tugged my boxers down and straddled Mike’s legs, my dick sticking out from my body at a forty-five degree angle. See, that’s where geometry comes in handy, I thought, as I bent over. Back in high school I had never realized that I’d be able to apply those concepts to sex. Maybe I’d have paid more attention if I had known.

I kept rubbing Mike’s lower back. I keep most of my tension in my shoulders, while his rests in that smooth area just above his shapely butt. After so many years together, we knew those things about each other, which added to our pleasure. Sometimes, though, I did want to try something new.

“You ever think about fooling around with Vinnie and Phil?” I asked, as I ran an oily finger along the top of Mike’s crack.

“No!” he said. He tried to get up, but I was holding him down. “You are not going to fuck around with my college buddy.”

“Easy, tiger,” I said. “It was just a question.”

Mike and I had dated for a while, then broken up after he had sex with a random guy while he was out of town at a conference. After a lot of angst and drama and unfettered lust, we got back together, and we had been monogamous since then, with a single exception—a guy we had invited into our bed when we were on vacation. It had been fun, but we had both agreed afterward that we liked just being a twosome.

“I don’t want you saying anything to them,” Mike said. “You see how Phil is. You say one thing and he’s going to twist it.”

“What’s the matter?” I asked, as my finger went farther into Mike’s crack. “You afraid I’ll dump you for Vinnie? He is pretty hot, after all.”

“Not as hot as I am,” Mike said. He rolled over onto his back so I could oil up his chest and abs. His fat dick waved hello.

I began rubbing the oil into his chest, straddling him so that our dicks met. Though we’d just had sex the night before I was horny for him. I slid my body down so that it rested on his and began a slow, gentle frottage.

Then we heard the sound of glass shattering.

“What was that?” I asked, sitting up. Voices were raised in the living room, sounding like Chris and Jenny.

“Domestic drama,” Mike said. He tugged on my shoulder. “Come back to me.”

Something else broke, and I said, “We’d better check it out before someone gets hurt.”

I grabbed my swim trunks, which had dried out after the whirlpool visit the night before, and hurried out to the living room. Chris was bleeding from a cut to his face, and there were shard of glass and pottery around him and Jenny.

“I hate you, I hate you!” she was screaming. “I hope you die. I hope you ski right off that mountain and land at the bottom of a ravine so deep they never find your body!”

Vinnie and Phil came out of their bedroom. Vinnie wore a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his body, and Phil wore a terrycloth robe, and from the way they looked I guessed that they’d been fooling around just like Mike and I had.

Jenny had another glass vase in her hand and she was poised to throw it at Chris. “Say something, asshole!” she screamed. “Look at you. Like a stone. Like you just don’t give a shit about me or anything else.”

“Easy, slugger,” I said, as I walked slowly over to Jenny. “Trashing the condo isn’t going to solve anything.”

“I don’t want to trash the condo. I want to kill him!”

“Not on my watch.” I grabbed the arm that had the vase in it and immobilized it, pulling it behind her. She dropped the vase, which bounced off the sofa beside her.

“That hurts!” she said.

“It only hurts when you struggle,” I said. “You calm down, and it won’t hurt a bit.”

Mike had come out of our room by then, wearing another of the terrycloth robes that had been provided for us, though his was short and tight on his big body. He, Vinnie and Phil watched the drama playing out. Jenny relaxed and I let go of her arm, and she turned to me and began to sob against my bare shoulder. Her tears stung against my skin.