Liaisons

This was about the same time Paul noticed he was creating sparks with Tomas, the ski instructor. Tomas was holding him closer to show ski positions and moves, and despite the thickness of the ski pants, Paul had felt the hardness of the instructor’s cock when he’d stood close behind Paul to show him how to lean with the skis as he moved downhill—sideways and forward and back. About the time Paul noticed how intimate this closeness had become, it became more intimate. Tomas came in for a kiss and the motion of his hips against Paul’s rump no longer was demonstrating ski moves. Paul was being dry humped.

Tomas was a beefy, handsome man. Paul had become a randy submissive, wanting and needing attention frequently. He went with the kiss and made no effort to stop the dry humping. They stood there for several minutes, the ski instructor bent over Paul’s back, embracing him close, moving his pelvis against Paul’s buttocks.

Sighing, Paul whispered, “If you want, you can. The stables are nearby.”

Surprisingly, Tomas answered. “No need. In a little while.”

If Tomas had wanted him to go on all fours and for the two of them to rearrange their clothing, Paul would have been happy to take the instructor’s cock right there and then, in the snow, at the top of the novice ski run. Rutting like two animals. The baron was right. He was a wanton whore. He’d take the cock of any man who wanted him. The baron had conditioned him to this. He had no real care how nice it was; if it could get inside him enough to work his prostate, that would be fine with him.