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They were there surrounded by complete silence, looking at the country below them. The twinkling lights were fading, the village was falling asleep. Around them the big snowflakes were falling lightly on the ground. Sergio breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh, crisp mountain air. Giorgio was thinking there could be no better place than this. He wondered what would happen if he didn't come there that day, he would stay home wasting hours in front of the computer.
But instead I'm here,' he thought, 'I'm here, next to my handsome new friend. Looking at the incredible scenery and knowing that this is the farthest, hardest slope of the mountain and that it's the last descent of the afternoon.
Sergio looked at Giorgio and Giorgio looked at Sergio. Both threw each other the hem on the 80 degree descent. The skis glided in unison along the sides of the mountain like a beginner's slope. The snow was shot from the back of the skis, the cold, penetrating wind and the snow slapped their faces. Sergio's smile went from ear to ear. To increase speed they lowered their bodies as much as possible on skis. Flying at breakneck speed down the slope they were euphoric and excited with adrenaline.
They finally slowed down in front of the chairlift at the end of the slope.
"Shall we try to make another run?" Said George
"Hell, yeah. They should let us do another one, don't you think?"
"I hope so! Let's go and see."
They skated all the way to the chairlift attendant.
"Hey..."
Giorgio took a quick glance at the man's identification badge.
"Hey Gianni, do you think we can make another run?"
"I don't think so, there's a storm approaching and the man on top has already come down."
"Oh come on, we can get off the chairlift ourselves. Please..." Said Sergio in the most persuasive voice possible.
"Oh ok. But as soon as you get to the top you have to come right down. As soon as you're up, I'll stop the chairlift."
"How will you know when we get there?" Said George interested.
"I'll count the seats. It's not the first time I've done this, now go."
Sergio and Giorgio sat down in a car seat and left. As they went up they noticed that it was starting to snow harder and the wind was howling between the seats. Giorgio leaned over to Sergio and shouted: "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"I was thinking the same thing!" Sergio shouted.
They began to see the arrival lights but there was a jolt and the chairlift stopped. They were pushed forward and almost flew over the bar. Shocked, they didn't know what to do.
"What the hell?" Giorgio shouted with all the air in his lungs, Sergio could barely hear him.
"Pull your jacket over your head and squeeze me." Sergio shouted.
"Okay." Answered George in a broken voice.
They pulled their windbreakers over their heads and squeezed each other on the seat. Soon they began to shiver uncontrollably.
15 minutes later Sergio pushed his head out of his windbreaker and looked upwards. The light at the beginning of the track was off, everything around it was pitch black. Sergio shook Giorgio.
"We can't stay here... we'll freeze to death."
"Okay... What do we do?"
"We have to jump off the chairlift and get to the cage at the top of the track."
"Jump?"
"It's the only way!"
"If you say so..."
They took off their skis and dropped them. They couldn't see the slope, it was a black nothing.
"Do you remember how high we can be?"
"I can't guarantee it, about two or three meters."
"Why?"
"Because if not... we're high."
They looked downstairs and recited a silent prayer.
George raised the safety bar.
"I count to three. One... Two... Three!"
They jumped out of the seat. Sergio landed first, his legs bent under him and rolled to his right. Giorgio landed the same way, rolling to his right. His friend approached him.
"Are you all right?" He shouted.
"I must have twisted my ankle, but otherwise all is well."
"Well... Let's go."
They took their skis and started climbing up the steep slope without the possibility of seeing half a meter in front of them.
Sergio supported Giorgio with one arm around his shoulder. Step by step they reached the top. When they felt the slope became less sloping they turned slightly to the right and came across the steps of the operator's cabin.
Giorgio sighed for relief.
Sergio climbed the steps and pushed the door. It was locked. He punched a fist on a small glass square near the handle and opened the door from the inside, then returned to Giorgio. Holding him, he made him take the steps and they entered the cabin, after which he closed the door behind them.
It was cold inside, but at least the wind and snow didn't whip them. It was extremely dark in there.
Sergio approached the wall.
"I found a chimney." He said and tried to turn it on.
"There's no power, that's why the chairlift stopped. I thought our friend Gianni couldn't count." Said Sergio in a sarcastic tone.
"Look for matches or a lighter. I'll look for something to cover this window." Said George.
"Okay."
They started wandering around.
"I found matches!" Said Sergio.
"Great. And I found some tape!"
Sergio approached the fireplace, rubbed the match and lit it. Giorgio went to the door and applied tape to the door to repair the broken glass.
The fireplace suddenly illuminated the small room giving comfort to the two of them. Soon the room began to heat up.
Sergio took off his wet anorak and his ski pants.
He felt rather clumsy in his long pants and wondered if he should take them off.
"Hurry up so you can help me."
Sergio continued to get rid of his wet underwear while Giorgio had already taken off his windbreaker and shirt.
Sergio surrounded his shoulder with one arm to help him while he tried in vain to take off his pants and leaned with his arms on the table.
"Oh... can you take them off?"
"Sure."
Feeling weird, he took them off and lowered his panties over his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He said embarrassed.
"No problem, but take them off."
"Okay."
When George was completely naked, he supported him with one arm and approached him to the fire, the boy sat on the hard floor.
"Stay there, I'll look for some blankets or something soft to sit on."
In a locker next to the door he found a big blue blanket.
"Look what I found." Giorgio turned his head and smiled.
He spread the blanket over the floor, it was big enough for him to sit next to his friend and wrap himself inside.
They watched the fire go out...
"Thank you." Said George always staring into the fire.
"What for?" Said Sergio a little confused.
"To be here and help me, we would have died if we'd stayed on the chairlift. I just met you... and it seems like we've been friends forever."
"It's true, I feel the same way."
Giorgio bent down and kissed him slightly on the cheek, then on the corner of his mouth; when he took Sergio off, he grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him strongly on the lips, pushing his tongue into his mouth.
Giorgio liked the taste and scent of Sergio.
"Mmmm..." he complained.
Sergio started kissing his chin and neck, then coming down on each of the hard nipples. His tongue swirled with hard blows and he felt him inhale hard.
He pulled off the blanket and discovered his friend's beautiful cock. He immediately began to work it, pulled down his foreskin, showing off the big chapel; he started sucking it like a lollipop while he stroked his balls lightly with one hand. When he shoved it down his throat Giorgio threw his head back and complained.
"Uhhhhhh, Ugghhhh. Stop it! I'm coming!" Shouted George.
Sergio stopped, stood up to his friend's face and kissed deeply again.
This time it was Giorgio's turn to work on each other's stone-hard nipples, surrounded by thin hair; he licked slowly down on his hairy stomach.
He looked down and saw the outline of a big cock in Sergio's white underwear. He slowly pulled them down and showed her a big bush of pubic hair, pulled them down a little more and the cock bounced out. He could smell her deep musky smell.
With a fluid movement he pushed his penis down his throat, pushing his nose deeply into his pubis, inhaling the aroma.
After a few minutes of deep throat, increasingly excited by the scent, Giorgio stopped and started licking his hairy balls. He looked up and saw the sweat dripping from his forehead, shining on his hairy chest and dripping from his armpits. He moved back leaning on his elbows, lifted his legs above his head and spread his buttocks. He gave a long lick at the crack, he liked the smell of butt and hanging balls. He bit the hair surrounding the narrow hole and pushed his tongue as deeply as he could. The whole time Sergio continued to complain in ecstasy.
Giorgio slowly began to push his finger into the narrow hole. When he began to push in the second finger, Sergio wept in pain.
Giorgio moved his two fingers in and out of the hole a few times before inserting a third one.
After fingering the hole for a while, he was satisfied with it, and it was wide enough and lubricated enough to continue.
"Get on your hands and knees."
Sergio did it by pushing his butt in the air.
Giorgio knelt down and spread his buttocks, then started pushing his hard cock into the narrow hole. He pushed harder and the chapel slid in.
He screamed in pain, but Giorgio kept pushing.
When he stopped, Sergio started to relax and his friend pushed the last few inches of the dick inside.
He slowly pulled himself out and pushed in again¸ took a good rhythm and started rubbing the sweaty, muscular back of the other one.
They were dripping with sweat and moaning in ecstasy.
"Turn around." Said George almost breathless.
Sergio did so and lay on his back arching his butt in the air.
Giorgio pushed his penis back into the hole leaning against his muscular arms, bent over and kissed him deeply. He kept pumping his cock in and out with his lips glued to his friend's lips.
Giorgio grabbed his big cock. A couple of shots were enough and he was completely in the shot while still kissing it deeply and started to masturbate it as fast as he could.
Giorgio increased his speed and both of them were ready to explode.
Giorgio was pumping and jerking off at top speed.
Sergio rubbed his friend's smooth chest and hard nipples, then he started grunting, while the other one pushed with his hips one last time before shooting, jubilation after jubilation of hot cum in his friend's sweet hole.
Feeling the cum fill his sensitive insides, he couldn't take it anymore. He fired the load onto his chest and head, a total of eight shots.
Both were completely drenched in his semen.
Giorgio collapsed resting his head on the other's shoulder. They remained silent as they recovered from their explosive orgasms. When they returned to normal breathing, they looked at each other lovingly. Giorgio pulled the blanket over them and they fell into a dreamless sleep.
When the first sunlight began to illuminate the mountain and flood the small cabin, they awoke.
Sergio leaned over Giorgio and kissed him. They got up and dressed in the clothes that had dried.
When they were ready Sergio put out the fire and went out into the crisp morning air.
They put on their skis and looked at the slope that shone beneath them.
"Dusty and fresh just for us." Said Sergio.
"Yes, I'm really happy about what happened, it was worth it to have this snow just for us." Mockingly said Giorgio and looked slylyly at Sergio who broke into a huge smile, discovering the beautiful white teeth.
They kissed passionately again. Sergio thought how lucky he was and Giorgio thought the same thing.
"I love you." Said Giorgio and ventured onto the track despite his sore ankle. Sergio watched him twirl gracefully down the mountain.
"I love you too." He whispered, a big smile still appeared on his face as he began to walk down the slope.
But instead I'm here,' he thought, 'I'm here, next to my handsome new friend. Looking at the incredible scenery and knowing that this is the farthest, hardest slope of the mountain and that it's the last descent of the afternoon.
Sergio looked at Giorgio and Giorgio looked at Sergio. Both threw each other the hem on the 80 degree descent. The skis glided in unison along the sides of the mountain like a beginner's slope. The snow was shot from the back of the skis, the cold, penetrating wind and the snow slapped their faces. Sergio's smile went from ear to ear. To increase speed they lowered their bodies as much as possible on skis. Flying at breakneck speed down the slope they were euphoric and excited with adrenaline.
They finally slowed down in front of the chairlift at the end of the slope.
"Shall we try to make another run?" Said George
"Hell, yeah. They should let us do another one, don't you think?"
"I hope so! Let's go and see."
They skated all the way to the chairlift attendant.
"Hey..."
Giorgio took a quick glance at the man's identification badge.
"Hey Gianni, do you think we can make another run?"
"I don't think so, there's a storm approaching and the man on top has already come down."
"Oh come on, we can get off the chairlift ourselves. Please..." Said Sergio in the most persuasive voice possible.
"Oh ok. But as soon as you get to the top you have to come right down. As soon as you're up, I'll stop the chairlift."
"How will you know when we get there?" Said George interested.
"I'll count the seats. It's not the first time I've done this, now go."
Sergio and Giorgio sat down in a car seat and left. As they went up they noticed that it was starting to snow harder and the wind was howling between the seats. Giorgio leaned over to Sergio and shouted: "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"I was thinking the same thing!" Sergio shouted.
They began to see the arrival lights but there was a jolt and the chairlift stopped. They were pushed forward and almost flew over the bar. Shocked, they didn't know what to do.
"What the hell?" Giorgio shouted with all the air in his lungs, Sergio could barely hear him.
"Pull your jacket over your head and squeeze me." Sergio shouted.
"Okay." Answered George in a broken voice.
They pulled their windbreakers over their heads and squeezed each other on the seat. Soon they began to shiver uncontrollably.
15 minutes later Sergio pushed his head out of his windbreaker and looked upwards. The light at the beginning of the track was off, everything around it was pitch black. Sergio shook Giorgio.
"We can't stay here... we'll freeze to death."
"Okay... What do we do?"
"We have to jump off the chairlift and get to the cage at the top of the track."
"Jump?"
"It's the only way!"
"If you say so..."
They took off their skis and dropped them. They couldn't see the slope, it was a black nothing.
"Do you remember how high we can be?"
"I can't guarantee it, about two or three meters."
"Why?"
"Because if not... we're high."
They looked downstairs and recited a silent prayer.
George raised the safety bar.
"I count to three. One... Two... Three!"
They jumped out of the seat. Sergio landed first, his legs bent under him and rolled to his right. Giorgio landed the same way, rolling to his right. His friend approached him.
"Are you all right?" He shouted.
"I must have twisted my ankle, but otherwise all is well."
"Well... Let's go."
They took their skis and started climbing up the steep slope without the possibility of seeing half a meter in front of them.
Sergio supported Giorgio with one arm around his shoulder. Step by step they reached the top. When they felt the slope became less sloping they turned slightly to the right and came across the steps of the operator's cabin.
Giorgio sighed for relief.
Sergio climbed the steps and pushed the door. It was locked. He punched a fist on a small glass square near the handle and opened the door from the inside, then returned to Giorgio. Holding him, he made him take the steps and they entered the cabin, after which he closed the door behind them.
It was cold inside, but at least the wind and snow didn't whip them. It was extremely dark in there.
Sergio approached the wall.
"I found a chimney." He said and tried to turn it on.
"There's no power, that's why the chairlift stopped. I thought our friend Gianni couldn't count." Said Sergio in a sarcastic tone.
"Look for matches or a lighter. I'll look for something to cover this window." Said George.
"Okay."
They started wandering around.
"I found matches!" Said Sergio.
"Great. And I found some tape!"
Sergio approached the fireplace, rubbed the match and lit it. Giorgio went to the door and applied tape to the door to repair the broken glass.
The fireplace suddenly illuminated the small room giving comfort to the two of them. Soon the room began to heat up.
Sergio took off his wet anorak and his ski pants.
He felt rather clumsy in his long pants and wondered if he should take them off.
"Hurry up so you can help me."
Sergio continued to get rid of his wet underwear while Giorgio had already taken off his windbreaker and shirt.
Sergio surrounded his shoulder with one arm to help him while he tried in vain to take off his pants and leaned with his arms on the table.
"Oh... can you take them off?"
"Sure."
Feeling weird, he took them off and lowered his panties over his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He said embarrassed.
"No problem, but take them off."
"Okay."
When George was completely naked, he supported him with one arm and approached him to the fire, the boy sat on the hard floor.
"Stay there, I'll look for some blankets or something soft to sit on."
In a locker next to the door he found a big blue blanket.
"Look what I found." Giorgio turned his head and smiled.
He spread the blanket over the floor, it was big enough for him to sit next to his friend and wrap himself inside.
They watched the fire go out...
"Thank you." Said George always staring into the fire.
"What for?" Said Sergio a little confused.
"To be here and help me, we would have died if we'd stayed on the chairlift. I just met you... and it seems like we've been friends forever."
"It's true, I feel the same way."
Giorgio bent down and kissed him slightly on the cheek, then on the corner of his mouth; when he took Sergio off, he grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him strongly on the lips, pushing his tongue into his mouth.
Giorgio liked the taste and scent of Sergio.
"Mmmm..." he complained.
Sergio started kissing his chin and neck, then coming down on each of the hard nipples. His tongue swirled with hard blows and he felt him inhale hard.
He pulled off the blanket and discovered his friend's beautiful cock. He immediately began to work it, pulled down his foreskin, showing off the big chapel; he started sucking it like a lollipop while he stroked his balls lightly with one hand. When he shoved it down his throat Giorgio threw his head back and complained.
"Uhhhhhh, Ugghhhh. Stop it! I'm coming!" Shouted George.
Sergio stopped, stood up to his friend's face and kissed deeply again.
This time it was Giorgio's turn to work on each other's stone-hard nipples, surrounded by thin hair; he licked slowly down on his hairy stomach.
He looked down and saw the outline of a big cock in Sergio's white underwear. He slowly pulled them down and showed her a big bush of pubic hair, pulled them down a little more and the cock bounced out. He could smell her deep musky smell.
With a fluid movement he pushed his penis down his throat, pushing his nose deeply into his pubis, inhaling the aroma.
After a few minutes of deep throat, increasingly excited by the scent, Giorgio stopped and started licking his hairy balls. He looked up and saw the sweat dripping from his forehead, shining on his hairy chest and dripping from his armpits. He moved back leaning on his elbows, lifted his legs above his head and spread his buttocks. He gave a long lick at the crack, he liked the smell of butt and hanging balls. He bit the hair surrounding the narrow hole and pushed his tongue as deeply as he could. The whole time Sergio continued to complain in ecstasy.
Giorgio slowly began to push his finger into the narrow hole. When he began to push in the second finger, Sergio wept in pain.
Giorgio moved his two fingers in and out of the hole a few times before inserting a third one.
After fingering the hole for a while, he was satisfied with it, and it was wide enough and lubricated enough to continue.
"Get on your hands and knees."
Sergio did it by pushing his butt in the air.
Giorgio knelt down and spread his buttocks, then started pushing his hard cock into the narrow hole. He pushed harder and the chapel slid in.
He screamed in pain, but Giorgio kept pushing.
When he stopped, Sergio started to relax and his friend pushed the last few inches of the dick inside.
He slowly pulled himself out and pushed in again¸ took a good rhythm and started rubbing the sweaty, muscular back of the other one.
They were dripping with sweat and moaning in ecstasy.
"Turn around." Said George almost breathless.
Sergio did so and lay on his back arching his butt in the air.
Giorgio pushed his penis back into the hole leaning against his muscular arms, bent over and kissed him deeply. He kept pumping his cock in and out with his lips glued to his friend's lips.
Giorgio grabbed his big cock. A couple of shots were enough and he was completely in the shot while still kissing it deeply and started to masturbate it as fast as he could.
Giorgio increased his speed and both of them were ready to explode.
Giorgio was pumping and jerking off at top speed.
Sergio rubbed his friend's smooth chest and hard nipples, then he started grunting, while the other one pushed with his hips one last time before shooting, jubilation after jubilation of hot cum in his friend's sweet hole.
Feeling the cum fill his sensitive insides, he couldn't take it anymore. He fired the load onto his chest and head, a total of eight shots.
Both were completely drenched in his semen.
Giorgio collapsed resting his head on the other's shoulder. They remained silent as they recovered from their explosive orgasms. When they returned to normal breathing, they looked at each other lovingly. Giorgio pulled the blanket over them and they fell into a dreamless sleep.
When the first sunlight began to illuminate the mountain and flood the small cabin, they awoke.
Sergio leaned over Giorgio and kissed him. They got up and dressed in the clothes that had dried.
When they were ready Sergio put out the fire and went out into the crisp morning air.
They put on their skis and looked at the slope that shone beneath them.
"Dusty and fresh just for us." Said Sergio.
"Yes, I'm really happy about what happened, it was worth it to have this snow just for us." Mockingly said Giorgio and looked slylyly at Sergio who broke into a huge smile, discovering the beautiful white teeth.
They kissed passionately again. Sergio thought how lucky he was and Giorgio thought the same thing.
"I love you." Said Giorgio and ventured onto the track despite his sore ankle. Sergio watched him twirl gracefully down the mountain.
"I love you too." He whispered, a big smile still appeared on his face as he began to walk down the slope.
