Because I always wake up early, thanks to Grandpa, I was awake the next morning by 6:30. It took me a moment or two to remember where I was… and with whom.
We had pulled the bedcovers up over us after last night’s sexercises, so I pushed them back. We were both lying naked. I lay admiring Rupert’s body and automatically fondling myself. Because it was still early, the sun was very low and it cast some strange shadows in the room.
I quietly climbed out of bed and went to the window. The sill was high enough so that I wasn’t exposed below the waist. Even that early, the sunlight on the snow was nearly blinding. The sky was a cloudless blue. While it was a very different view from the ones I had on the Cape, it was equally beautiful.
I could see a few early skiers lining up at one of the lifts, and I knew that Rupert would want to be out there soon.
I climbed back on the bed and leaned over him, planting a kiss on his sweet, damp mouth. His eyes flew open, and for a moment I could tell he didn’t know what was happening. Then his beautiful grin spread over his upturned face.
“Hi,” I said quietly.
“Hi.”
I began kissing him all over ─ his neck, his ears, his chest, his nipples, his tummy and belly button, and finally arrived at his treasure. Scooping my hand under his scrotum and gently rolling his balls, I planted my mouth on his eager erection. Soon he was moaning and twisting and turning on the bed as his excitement grew and grew.
When he came in my mouth I swallowed, savoring the taste, which I had learned to love.
He reversed our positions, and as the feelings in my body grew and peaked, I had an incredible climax, one of the best I’d ever had.
We lay side by side, neither of us wanting to get up, but we knew we should. We shared the shower, washing and then drying each other. “Let’s do this tonight before we go to bed,” Rupert suggested, and I nodded. While we were hard again, we resisted the temptation, returned to our bedroom, and dressed for the day.
We met the rest of the Gordons in the dining room and filled our plates from the buffet. Mr. Gordon asked me how my skiing lesson had gone the previous afternoon. I told him how I’d done, how I’d been a little nervous, and how the instructor spoke with me and encouraged me afterwards.
When we finished breakfast, we returned to our rooms, donned our parkas and knit hats, and, taking our goggles with us, went to the rental store for equipment.
By nine o’clock we were equipped and ready to start the day. I returned to the teaching area where the instructor greeted me. I told him I was determined to relax and enjoy myself. I quickly found that was easier said than done, but I eventually began to get the hang of moving on skis, going downhill on skis, and, maybe most importantly, using my skis to stop myself when I wanted to.
At the end of the session, my instructor told me I did well, and I should go out on the easiest slopes.
Rupert joined me, and we went to a ski tow which would take us to the top of an easy hill. Again, I was embarrassed because the hill was filled with little kids, but Rupert urged me on.
At the top of the hill, we started down. I tried to turn too quickly and fell flat on my face. The ski bindings automatically released and there I was with my head buried in snow. To make it worse, Rupert was laughing. He helped me up, and I put the skis back on my boots. The rest of the trip down the hill was uneventful, although I realized that I was holding my breath all the way down. When I finally breathed, I began to enjoy myself.
After lunch we returned to the slopes. I wanted to try a more difficult one, but Rupert cautioned me that I needed a little more practice before I did that.
After a full day of skiing, I was sore in muscles I hadn’t even known I had, but I was happy.
I hobbled with Rupert to the rental shop to return our skis, poles, and boots.
Rupert’s parents and sisters planned to ski again in the evening, but I was sore and had done enough for one day. Before we returned to our rooms, we went outside and watched the skiers. Some were amazingly good; others were clearly not as experienced, and the little kids were having a ball, skiing down their easy slope, falling down and getting up laughing.
Back in our room we watched part of a movie and then agreed to a shower. I thought the warm water might help the stiffness in my legs.
We stripped and went into the shower, where Rupert turned on the water, getting it as hot as we could tolerate.
When I reached for some soap, Rupert said, “I want to do everything for you tonight.” He began by soaping my chest and tummy, then he had me turn around so my back was to him. He soaped my back and my legs. I was very hard and, when he stood close to my back, I could feel his hard thing poking in my crack.
He reached around me and gently held my thing, which was more than ready. He rubbed it a little but then stopped. I wondered what he was doing.
I was startled to feel his finger in my crack, but I admitted to myself that it felt good.
His finger explored my hole, rubbing around it. Then I felt it go into my hole.
Oh god, that was the most amazing feeling.
He moved his finger around inside me and then began an in-and-out motion.
I felt the excitement in my groin rising, rising, and then I shot cum all over the shower wall.
Without saying anything, I turned to face him and began to stroke his thing. He held me closely, and his hold on me grew harder and harder until he shot all over my tummy.
After finishing and cleaning up our cum, we dried each other and climbed into bed, where we relaxed into each other’s arms until we fell asleep.
When I awoke in the morning, I could barely move, I was so sore. Rupert helped me into the bathroom and a hot shower. He washed me gently and massaged my muscles as I stood in the hot water. Gradually, my aches eased and by the time we finished I could walk on my own to our bed.
“I think we should pass on our morning romp,” Rupert said.
Regretfully, I agreed.
We dressed slowly and made our way down to the restaurant and the buffet breakfast.
Rupert reported to his family that I was “a little stiff”, and I ruefully nodded in agreement.
Out on the slopes, as I moved around, the stiffness passed, and by mid-morning I was once again enjoying myself.
When we stopped for lunch, I encountered my instructor, who told me that he’d been watching and that I was progressing very well.
After lunch, Rupert asked if I felt up to a more challenging slope.
“If you’re there with me,” I replied, “I’m willing to give it a try.”
We took a different tow up to the top of a higher, longer slope. As we stood at the top and looked down, I wondered if maybe I’d bitten off more than I could chew.
“Are you okay?” Rupert asked.
I took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. I think so.” And off we went.
I did fall once on the way down when I overbalanced, but I wasn’t hurt. Rupert helped me up and we continued to the bottom.
As the week progressed, I became more accustomed to skiing, and my muscles ached less and less.
One day it snowed, a gentle, windless fall rather than a blinding one. Rupert and I enjoyed skiing through the falling flakes.
We didn’t try any more challenging slopes that week.
Our evenings and early mornings became our favorite parts of the day. We loved every inch of each other. In our showers we excited each other with fingers in that most private place. We were fulfilled, blissful, yet weary.
One night he said, “You asked how two men could have gay sex. Well, one way is grinding like we’ve been doing. Another way is jerking each other off or with mouths, which we’ve also been doing. The way I want to try sometime is when one guy puts his penis in the other guy’s anus and climaxes inside.”
Reflecting back to how his finger sometimes explored my backside I thought that sounded exciting, but I told him I wasn’t ready to do it yet.
He said that was fine, so we didn’t do it until much later in our relationship.
In his passion he often said that he loved me. I was still not sure that love was the feeling I had for him, but I didn’t say anything.
We had to leave our rooms on Saturday morning so they could be cleaned for the incoming customers. We loaded our belongings in the SUV, but we skied again until nearly supper time.
On the way home, we stopped at an inn that the Gordons knew where we had very tasty steak dinners which ended with Baked Alaska.
We drove late into the night. When we arrived home, Mrs. Gordon said I should stay the night with them rather than wake up my family. So Rupert and I had one more night and morning of satisfying pleasure.
After breakfast, Mr. Gordon took me and my belongings to my house. There I learned that Ashley had gotten her driver’s license and would be able to help transport me back and forth to Rupert’s house.
I slept very soundly that night, not even performing my usual sexercises in bed.
School began the next day, and soon I was back in the routine. I was frequently bored by my classes, although I tried to pay attention.
The snow began to melt, and I began looking forward to spring. Soon the temperatures grew warmer, and the green buds emerged on the trees.
We had a vacation in April, and during that week Ashley called a sib meeting.
“Guys,” she said, “I think it’s time to start campaigning for going to the Cape in the summer. We still have the cottage, and it would be a waste not to use it.” Nigel and I agreed and nominated Ashley to be the first to bring up the subject.
That evening at supper, Ashley mentioned that she was looking forward to the Cape. Grandpa didn’t say anything, but he frowned.
A few days later, again at the supper table, Nigel asked, “Garreth, will Rupert be at the Cape this summer?”
“I’m sure of it,” I said. Again, there was no response from Grandpa other than a frown.
I didn’t say anything about it for a week. Then I said, “I think when we’re on the Cape we should put some flowers, maybe orchids, in the ocean when the tide’s going out so it can carry them to Mom and Dad.”
Grandpa stared at me for a moment but didn’t say anything.
Our birthdays all fell in May. Mine was the first, on the 18th. A few days before my birthday, Grandpa asked what I wanted for a present.
I don’t really want a present,” I said.
“I’ll get you some new summer clothes,” he replied.
Later, he called me into his room.
“Garreth,” he began, “what’s going on? I’ve been feeling pressure from all of you to go to the Cape, something I’m really not eager to do. My home is here. Then you said you didn’t want a birthday present, but I felt as though there was a hidden agenda to your comment. So tell me, “is the Cape really that important to you?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, sir, it is. I love it there, and of course I’d be sad to be stuck here while Rupert was at the Cape.”
“But wouldn’t it upset you all to be there where your parents died? Wouldn’t being there just bring back bad memories?”
“I don’t think so, sir. We have so many wonderful memories of the Cape, and I think we’d feel like we were close to Mom and Dad there.”
“Okay, don’t tell the others, but I’ll think about it.”
Yes! I thought and almost pumped my fist.
Three days later, when we were all at supper, Grandpa said, “You three have made it abundantly clear that you want to be at the Cape this summer. I don’t want to go, but I am your guardian, so I can’t send you and stay here. I don’t understand what you see in the Cape, but I’m willing to give it a try. So, I’ll go for two weeks. If I don’t like it, we’ll all come back here at the end of that time. If I change my mind and don’t mind being there, I guess we can stay for the summer.”
There were happy smiles all around.
I called Rupert that night and told him what Grandpa had said.
“Well,” he said, “we’ll just have to see that he likes it.”
And so it was decided.
The rest of the school days dragged by. True to his word, Grandpa gave me some summer clothes, including a bathing suit which hid almost nothing.
He called our Cape contact to get the water turned on in the cottage.
The day after school got out for the summer, we squeezed ourselves and our belongings into the car and began the drive to the Cape.
Copyright © 2025 Alan Dwight
Posted 21 May 2025