Winter Twinks
by Pierre d’Amour
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
WINTER TWINKS
Six young boys are enjoying
their wintertime in the nude!
Cover photo from Pinterest
without a copyright attached
The Winter Holidays
Claude had an arm around my shoulder as if we were the best of friends when he was pointing out the distant mountains through the window for me - he knew them all by name! The small bus was curving up the road to the holiday village and was brimful with sun-seeking tourists, happy to escape the thick fog in the valley for a day or two. And whenever Claude was laying down his hand onto my thigh again he put it up a bit higher - his touch felt warm through the padded ski pants, and Claude was well aware, that he was arousing me! After he had shown me the abandoned old settlement on the other side of the valley his fingers touched the growing bulge in my snow trousers to find out, if his tactic was working! He was tickling my hardening dickel through the soft material of my insulated pants with his thumb and said to me: »You're very cute, little Pierre, I'm sure, that we will have a lot of fun together up there in the lodge!«
I only knew Claude since three weeks - since my family had moved up from town into the upper mountain valley he had been drawn to me, and he had become my best friend. He liked me in a strange way I couldn't really explain: he loved to touch me, and sometimes he even kissed my cheek when nobody was watching! My father had supported the idea of joining the local boys for a week of skiing and sledging up on the slopes: »You will have a good time and make a lot of new friends, Pierre!«, he had said to me. But I wasn't all too sure about that, because when the bus was suddenly swerving around a tight hairpin bend Claude had my whole bundle of genitals well covered - and it hadn't been an accident: he didn't pull his hand back! When I was looking around in the bus I saw Paul playing with Serge in a similar way on the other side, and I was pretty sure, that Jean was kissing Dominic on the bench in front of me - and it slowly dawned on me, that there was to be more than just winter sport to our vacation!
My mother had packed me my warmest flannel pyjamas, three pairs of woolen socks and more underpants than I needed for a month - we had enough food with us to survive a week and Paul had assured us all, that there was plenty of firewood stacked up at his father's ski lodge to last the whole winter! »I can feel, that you like me, Pierre!«, Claude was whispering into my ear as he was massaging the hard dickel in my pants, and then he kissed me onto my cheek again to show me his affection - of course: I liked him too, probably in a less physical way I guessed, but just judging by the erection I had got from his touch I wasn't sure about this either! I could have pushed his hand away, could have played hard to get and could have proved myself a shy virgin, but by spending a whole week with the five curious young boys in a lonely of a hut up in the mountains I probably better put my childish inhibitions aside and opened up a bit - so I said to my friend: »I like you too, Claude, you're just the first one who had ever touched me there!«
That honest comment earned me another kiss and encouraged Claude to further investigations of my love for him - and by seeing Paul and Jean caressing their own friends there seemed not much wrong with that! Claude pointed out the majestic Mount Morgan on the horizon to me and used the distraction to pull the zipper down and to stick his hand into my winter pants to search for my hard dickel inside - and when he had found the little culprit in my underpants it was definitely too late for me to object to his advance! I could have died from shame right there and then, but I would have been a liar, if I would have denied the secret pleasure of his touch, if I wouldn't have been proud, to have my own intimate friend for the time of the winter holiday! I didn't want to left out of the group spirit by being a coward, and I was sure that I was needing a protector by being the youngest and smallest on the adventure - Claude was a gentle friend and he would never abuse me, even when I hadn't a real idea what that would be about!