Chapter 77: How to Ski?

I hurried to dress in my fresh smelling, dry thermal underwear and ski clothes so that I was not late for my lesson. They had a breakfast bar setup in the restaurant so I was able to stuff myself before hurrying off to the get my skis.

When I got the ski rental shop to get my skis, it got a bit crazy. I had no idea what I needed to do at all. They did some measurements, asked my weight and then had to go all over the place trying to find boots that would fit me correctly and still work for the length of skis they decided I needed. The problem turned out to be that my feet were so small still that I needed little kid ski boots. My height and weight were such that I needed adult sized skis. They didn’t really have the right setup in the regular rental stuff to get me setup correctly. Not even in the girl’s skis.

“I have seen a lot of things in doing skis son,” an old man dressed like a manager said. “We normally get this a lot with girls. They have small feet, but are really tall. The staff at the counter don’t mind having to work to get girls setup right with skis we have already made up in the back. Can’t say we get all that many boys with little girl feet. I have to mount a set of bindings to the size of skis you need. Why don’t you get used to wearing those boots while you wait.”

I tried walking in the boots and found they were a real pain in the butt. In the end I found myself leaning on the counter watching as the man worked to screw on the part where the boots connected to the skis. It looked to me that they were on right for both skis, but he then put them into some sort of machine. Whatever the machine told him made him curse and start over. After trying two more sets of skis, which matched the ones I saw everyone else getting, he went off into a back room. He came back with a pair of really brightly colored skis with lots of graphics all over them. It was not long before he had the boot connection parts attached and the machine finally gave him a green light.

He looked really proud of himself as he handed them over to me. I was shown how to get my boots into them and where to push to release them when I wanted to take the skis off.

“Enjoy those today. Not really a pair for a beginner, but you will do fine. I picked out a shorter pair so that you can make smaller turns. They were all I had that would allow me to mount the bindings your small feet need. Well the only ones that aren’t women’s skis,” the man told me as I was pointed me to where to get my lift ticket.

Like I would know if I was using women’s skis or not. They all looked the same to me.

I barely made it over to the area where they had the class in time.

At least I am not the only one here carrying my skis and trying to walk in these damn ski boots.

With my natural athletic ability, my one hour class turned into three hours. By the time I was able to get down the bunny slope without doing more than falling, it was time for lunch. I did have to take a lot of teasing from the others learning because of how long it took me to just be able to stand up on skis without falling to the side.

It is so nice that I am part of the group enough that they would tease me good naturedly even when a lot of them aren’t even from my school. I really do suck at staying up on skis.

After lunch I found I was magically able to ski the bunny slope without any trouble. I hadn’t noticed anything like when the “man in the machine” did whatever it was that made me just know how to do something. I made three runs down “Southern Comfort” before I moved over to “Geronimo” and “Nutten-To-It” trails. Those were just as easy to me now. I started to go to what was called a black diamond, but someone at the lift told me it was not for beginners. I was directed to get off a Mid-Station and try the “Lower Showtime” slope. It was harder and I fell three times before I got to the chair lift to go up again. I only fell once on my next run down that trail. For the rest of the afternoon I went on all of the trails that weren’t black diamonds. I mostly only fell when I was going too fast and not turning enough to cause me to slow down to get my speed back under control. By the time they were closing the trails for the night I had been skiing since lunch and I was hooked. It sucked that we were all leaving in the morning to pack up for the trip home on the busses.

With the pool and hot tub open until midnight I quickly rinsed off in the shower. I made sure I put on a pair of regular goggles and carried swim goggles. I had gotten a message on the high tech pair which said they were completely sealed and waterproof, but my favorite watch from when I was a kid said that too. My watch didn’t survive the first time I forgot to take it off before getting into the pool.

I was relaxing in the hot, bubbly water when two girls stepped in.

Phew! They aren’t big chested twins and one of them didn’t kick me in the head to wake me up first.

They were wearing bikinis that were just large enough to not be called thongs. Not that it really mattered that much. Both were at least a size too big and had gaps everywhere.

I didn’t exactly ignore them so much as I went back to enjoying the hot bubbles around me. I must have felt safe to them because they sat on either side of me instead of on any of the other fifteen open seats in the big hot tub. They leaned forward to talk about me right in front of my face.

“So I think he is gay,” the one on the left said.

From the right, “Jen why would you say that? Gay guys are really buff and trendy. He is scrawny and wearing the same suit as half the guys here.”

“Mara. Why else would he just ignore us like that? Check for yourself, he isn’t even sporting a bulge,” Jen said back.

That got a hand groping me quickly.

I had myself see if they were virgins. Nope. Not for some time by the looks of it. I had no idea how the place in my head just sort of showed that to me or any of the other things I saw. In my mind I saw how big a dick they could take inside them and what my little dick would do for them in comparison. While I could just make contact with their g-spots, I couldn’t do much to rub over a big enough of an area that they would need to make them cum. Sure I might get enough tightness from them for me to cum eventually, but they wouldn’t enjoy it much.

You shouldn’t do this David. They aren’t even worth your effort. You know they are going to tease you all about it in front of anyone from school.

Still, I couldn’t leave well enough alone and keep my mouth shut. Not anymore.

“Girls, I am not gay, I am just not hung much better than a ten year old. I didn’t start getting pubes until recently. I have some really close friends that are girls and we have been naked together. I know what you two have under your bathing suits and can imagine how hot your bodies are when you’re naked. From talking to my friends I also know that from how you’re acting that neither of you are virgins. You probably have been having sex a lot, maybe even right before you came to the hot tub. I doubt either of you would feel my little dick pushing inside you. If you don’t believe me you can check for yourselves,” I told them.

Jan sat there looking like she was attempting to process what I said. Mara reached into my trunks to find my limp dick.

She is really good at getting me hard. Could she be a teen prostitute instead of just being a slut?

“Hey Jen. You have to check him out. His little dick is not any fatter than my middle finger and just a tiny bit longer. I haven’t ever felt a tiny dick this small that had hair around it,” Mara said.

Jen snapped out of her thoughts to feel me up too. That got the two of them giggling and teasing me again. I just laid back to ignore them.

Jen and Mara finally got bored teasing me and left. They made a b-line to where some girls from school were sitting. I didn’t need to hear what they were saying. Jen holding her thumb and forefinger apart about two and a half inches while pointing at me as she laughed didn’t need any words. It was funny to watch Jen and Mara’s reactions when the girls from school just shrugged. One must have said something extremely nasty to cause the shocked looks on the faces of my previous tormentors before they left in a hurry.

I went back to enjoying the hot tub before the hotel kicked us out. Our curfew had been extended to twelve fifteen just for tonight. A few of the kids that got stuck here at the resort told me that the adults sort of let things slide a lot during the time our group was stuck in the snow. Up until they got the roads cleared again, the resort was already pretty full. Everyone was assigned to whatever open rooms that were available. Some were four-room suites with king beds. Most were rooms with either a king bed or two queens. Being spread out all over the place it wasn’t possible to have adults near the various rooms and having adults in suites with students would never be acceptable. The end result was that anyone who wanted to go slip into someone else’s room to mess around could without any teachers knowing.

All in all I heard nothing bad happened. Some girls and guys weren’t in their rooms at five AM when the chaperones went around doing bed checks. Of course they did find kids of other schools in bed with kids from our school. After making sure that no one was forced to be where they slept the night before, nothing was said about it other than to note loudly that no signs of having used protection was found.

When they attempted to put a curfew on us now that we had secured, segregated rooms again, there was an uproar from the students. The adults finally relented to say we had to be in no later than twelve fifteen AM. We were having bed checks tonight.

I wonder who got lucky and who was going to get lucky, but passed out because they skied or played at the water park all day long.

I was pulled out of my daydreaming by a bunch of girls from school jumping in to the hot tub.

“So what gives David? You got a lot of the straight and bi girls in the freshman class wanting to get you between their legs. Why are you hitting on those slutty tramps,” one of the girls said as she pulled me up so I was looking at the girls around me.

Some looked downright pissed off, others seemed mildly amused at her angry accusation. Either way I wasn’t getting out of setting them straight.

Good thing my dick likes the idea of so many girls this close to me.

Standing up, I pulled my dick out of the leg hole and said, “I have no clue what was up with those girls. They came into the hot tub like I was a piece of meat to fuck. When they found out this is the best they could get from me, I think they got pissed off. I don’t know who told them what, but it sure looked like they went over to throw it in your face. I can’t remember showing any of you my little dick before, take a good look and feel if you want to see for sure that it is as hard as it will get. That is all I got until it starts to actually grow. It really sucks too. I am developed enough to knock every one of you up and yet it is so small you won’t even know I had been there if not for the mess.”

One of the girls reached down to get a good hold on it before stroking it a few times. She then took her middle finger to lay it on top of my dick. I was actually longer than her finger and barely a bit fatter.

“Don’t sell yourself short David. I do a pretty good job getting myself off with this finger in my vagina,” the girl said as she blushed. “You can reach even deeper inside me with what you have right now, since it doesn’t have to get curled up to keep from hurting my hand. Sit down and I will prove it you right in front of everyone.”

“Yeah! Those girls can go get it on with guys with huge dicks like Lenny. I don’t have any interest in being all stretched out and loose like them. If they want to screw guys with horse dicks, then let them. Sure you are sort of small now. So what? Don’t worry about it. Everything I read online said a boy’s balls start making sperm about the time they get hair on their dick. Their dicks don’t really start getting bigger until their balls begin growing. Your balls are bigger than my brother, who is eleven, and has some hairs coming in,” another said.

Wait for it. You know it is coming. Don’t even look shocked.

On queue another of the girls asked, “Gross! Why do you know how big your brother’s balls are and that he is getting hair on his dick?”

“You obviously haven’t met my brother. As soon as we get back you are so spending the night. Then you will see,” was the reply.

During their back and forth I figured out that her brother was an exhibitionist. He would go around showing it off to anyone who would look, no matter how much trouble he got into for doing it. Her parents just told her to not react to it anymore and told him if he was going to go showing off his junk all the time, he might as well just go naked when he was at home. They started telling all his friends he was a streaker to embarrass him. By the time their plan backfired, he was already set in his ways at being a nudist.

To me she said, “It won’t be too long David. You have an inch and half over his already. Plus he isn’t even shooting anything out yet. You already have sperm. Some of what my parents forced us to read on boy and girl development said it can get bigger almost overnight for boys. One day it is short and thin, then next it is in an inch longer and fatter. Not that I mind how it is now either. You won’t even pop my cherry with it if we have sex. I use the smallest tampons they make and you are not quite as big around yet as when I take them out.”

Is that why even girls I didn’t save or the ones from the feeder schools are wanting to have sex with me? I won’t pop their cherry or at least not hurt them like the guys with almost fully grown dicks? How important is it that I don’t talk about stuff I do with them versus the size of my dick?

I tried to put my dick away, now that they had all seen it and those that wanted to have felt it, but it seems I didn’t get to be in control of my own dick with these girls around.

“So David. You want to feel what it feels like to have your dick slide between a girl’s legs,” one of the girl that had played with me some asked.

With that look on your face I already know you don’t care what I reply.

“Well at least my dick between a girls legs that doesn’t have an ice cold butt,” I told them with a laugh. “Wouldn’t any straight boy want that? We can’t though. All of you playing with me has me ready to cum anytime now. I am not sure I if even love babies or not, so I surely don’t want to make one anytime soon.”

She smiled as she moved right up in front of me, pulled the crotch of her suit over, and pushed my boner down along her slit before telling me, “My mom doesn’t want any more babies around the house anytime soon either. She got me one of the hormone implants that lasts three years when my doctor said it was safe because I wouldn’t be growing much more.”

She grabbed my butt as she humped her clit against my dick. The need to cum hit me so unexpectedly that I didn’t even look to see if she was lying about the implant or if I would shoot any sperm when I came. My body was on autopilot as it humped right back at her trying get it to go where it belonged. No way was that going to happen with her legs pushed together like this. I did push as far against her as I could when I came. It was in between her lips enough for me to feel something really hot on the head of my dick right as the first blast shot out.

“Well that wasn’t quite as fast as I thought, but I sure hope your birth control really works. It felt like a lot came out,” I told her as I dropped back onto the bench of the hot tub.

None of the girls seemed to react at first and then they were asking if I really came between her legs. She reached in and pulled out cum covered fingers. All of them then rushed off toward the women’s locker rooms whispering. I just let the water relax me until the hotel staff came by telling everyone it was five until midnight.

When I finally got back to the suite, I saw I was now sharing the suite with one of the guys that was always really standoffish in middle school. One of the football players had switched rooms with him. Now it was not that he ignored everyone like I had been doing, he just didn’t seem to either have anything to say or we weren’t smart enough to tell him something he would want to know. He was there speed reading “War and Peace” at the counter when I went past. I actually jumped when he spoke.

“So how in the world did you gain entry into ‘Innocence Incarnate’ Mary’s virginal passage,” he asked. “I observed the emboldened sexual play between the two of you in the hot tub.”

I smiled at him as I asked back, “You mean the triple dog dare the other girls gave her to grind up against me through our suits and fake that we were getting off? I was trying so hard not to scream like a girl from how hard her fingers were digging into my ass that I never looked to see her face when she was faking it. Man they must be born being able to fake like they are doing it, even if they haven’t ever done it before. If it made you think I was getting my wick dipped, then she has to do that with me again when more people can see. Maybe if she is wearing a short skirt as she sits on my lap I will actually have some chance at possibly getting laid for real before I get out of high school.”

It seemed to stump him and I headed into my room. I was in the shower when someone came into the bathroom.

“David I still can’t figure out why a girl would put on such a display if she was not actually engaging in the real act,” George stated from beside the shower.

I replied, “Look George. Find out what room she is in and call her to ask. You do know that girls fake getting off all the time. Heck they can get themselves off without anyone knowing. I don’t have a clue what goes through a girl’s head. I know what was going through mine when you interrupted me. This isn’t gym class and I don’t really want to be talking to a guy when I am enjoying myself in the shower. You should get the hint George. When someone locks the bedroom and bathroom doors, they really don’t want to have company. Especially not the company of someone that goes around picking door locks.”

Well at least he didn’t have to ask what he interrupted when he asked me why a girl would grind on me as she faked getting off.

“Look. If you still can’t wrap your head around it. Go to your room and get some pay per view hardcore porn. All those women are always faking it for the camera. All of them have to be lubed up to keep from getting raw during sex,” I told him.

I finished my shower and threw on the robe I had worn up from the spa earlier. My ski clothes and thermals we still drying out and I hadn’t gotten any other underwear. We were supposed to have something to sleep in, but I didn’t see anything. George was wearing a track suit, but I wasn’t going to wear that to bed, I would get all twisted up in it, so I decided to sleep naked.

In the morning I put on my thermals and ski clothes again. I noticed at breakfast everyone else seemed to take the advice to dress in this ski clothes this time for our return trip. We were told that the company that drove us up here was going to still be a bus short today. Those of us that wanted to ski some more could draw straws do to the morning sessions, everyone else was going back to the hotel. I actually pulled a short straw and was heading back to the hotel when one of the guy’s girlfriend “encouraged” him to ride the bus with her because she hated skiing. He told me to go ahead to take his spot since he had been here skiing during the time we were stuck on the bus.