The Skiing Trip 1

By Edwap
edwap2002@yahoo.co.uk

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The Skiing Trip

14 year old Phil is enjoying his first skiing trip with school. He is sharing a hotel room with his 12 year old friend Liam. What could possibly go wrong? Phil soon finds that a design defect in the hotel room as well as a 12 year old intent on revenge conspire to make his trip memorable...for all the WRONG reasons!

Note – this is a true story – the events described actually happened to the author (names have been changed)

The Skiing Trip

My name is Phil. When I was 14, in the third of 5 years of secondary education, I was able to join the school’s annual skiing trip. I was really pleased to be going as a group of my friends were as well. I ended up sharing a room with Liam who was in the year group below and aged 12. We sat next to each other on the long coach ride from the south of England to Northern Italy. I was tall for my age and very thin. Puberty started a little later for me than for some of the other boys but not substantially. I was (and am!) very short sighted and needed to wear glasses.

When we finally got to our hotel, we were very pleased to be off the coach. We quickly found our room. We had about an hour to ourselves before we needed to go down to dinner and after unpacking, Liam went out on to the balcony that adjoined our room. Now, you have to remember that living in the South of England, snow and mountains are not something that we see often so the scenery around us was breathtaking. He had simply gone out to marvel at it. The balcony is quite important in the rest of this story so I feel it best to describe. It was the length of the room and about 1.5 m wide so it was quite possible to be on it without being able to reach the door. The safety barrier was solid and had quite wide wooden ledges that seemed to always have mounds of snow on and were just under waist height. When he turned to come back in, he found that the door was a bit of a stupid design. You could only open the door from inside the room.   He knocked on the glassed door and shouted through the door that he couldn’t open it from the outside. Laughing at his predicament, I just *had* to tell him that he could only come in if he put snow down his top. It was only a laugh and I didn’t think any more of it after letting him back in. We went down to dinner and were then sent back up to our rooms for the rest of the evening to rest after our long journey and to prepare for skiing the following day. Liam suggested that I go and look at the scenery around the hotel. I went out on the balcony to take in the view and remembered too late...the door closed behind me.

I had to wait for a few minutes for Liam to come into the main room and he just stood there laughing at me. He started coming toward the door but instead of opening it, he just closed the curtain. It was already dark and I was chilly but I knew he was just getting me back for earlier and wasn’t too concerned. Glancing at my watch, I realised that I had been out there for about 15 minutes when he finally came to the door again. “Come on...let me in, it’s getting a bit chilly out here.” I said through the door. Liam told me that there would be a price for coming back in. “What is it?” I asked, assuming I’d have to put snow somewhere but he surprised me by saying Liam that the payment for coming back in was to take my clothes off. “No way! It’s fuckin’ freezing out here!” was my all to teenage response but his reply was much more nonchalant, “Well, have a good night out there then!” and then he closed the curtain.

He couldn’t mean it, surely. He knows how bloody cold it is up here in the mountains. Looking out, it had started to snow. Time ticked on. I was bored and cold and started to think oh shit, he really means it. After about an hour, I started to really worry. I was getting really cold and needed sleep before skiing the next day. In the end, I knocked on the door and fortunately he came back. He asked me if I had changed my mind. “Yes – Ok I’ll strip for you, you homo.”
“ Thats going to cost you. Don’t call me names. I was just going to make you worry for a few minutes and then let you in but now you have to throw your clothes over the balcony to the road below.”
“No way!” I replied quite indignantly.
“OK then, see you in the morning.” Liam started to close the curtains. I panicked – there was no way I could stay out there all night. I didn’t want to lose my clothes – Mum would kill me when I got home – but if he was going to be a dick then I thought I should play along. I took my jumper off and then knocked on the glass to make sure he could see me throw my jumper down from our third floor balcony onto the road below. My T-Shirt was next. Luckily, I’d left my shoes inside so next was socks. I slowly unzipped my jeans hoping that he would change his mind but he just stood there watching me. So down my trousers came revealing my boxer shorts and they went over the ledge. Now, I really did start to hesitate. The cold air was attacking my bare chest and starting to attack my genitals that were now only covered by thin cotton. I could feel the air coming up the leg holes and through the fly. I didn’t want to talk now just in case anyone else was out on their balcony so gestured that surely I’d gone far enough and to let me in. He shrugged his shoulders and started to close the curtains again. One side closed and he went for the other. I understood his meaning, finish your payment or I’m off to bed. Well, I was now in a worse state than before so I really didn’t have any choice. Knowing that I was defeated and had only seconds before an untimely death by frost-bite, I slipped my fingers into the waistband and dropped them to the floor. I kicked them over the safety barrier and they floated down to the road below.

Liam just stood there gawping and then pointed at my cock and started laughing. I’ve always had a smaller than average flaccid cock which then expands to be larger than normal when erect. Well, with the assault of the cold air, it was even smaller than normal and I was still hairless. This was a very strange feeling. I was outside, in the freezing cold, wearing nothing, my clothes totally out of reach and being laughed at by my friend who was nearly 2 years younger than me. I went to cover up and he shook his head whilst waggling his to and fro. I knew what he meant and put my hands back to my sides. Then, all of a sudden, out from behind his back came MY camera and he started to take photos of me. I went to cover up again and he put his hand on the curtain. I took this as another warning not to cover up so again, very reluctantly, put my hands back to my sides.

After he’d taken his photos, he really surprised me. “Goodnight then.” I heard him say and then he closed the curtain and a few seconds later, the light in the room was turned off. Now I was really in trouble. I had embarrassed myself so I didn’t have to stay out in the cold all night and now it looked like I’d be doing just that, only now I would be stark naked! I just stood there for several seconds not knowing what to do. I sat down on the floor hugging my body as tightly as I could convinced that I would be an ice cube or something just as awful by the morning.   He came back to the window a few minutes later laughing his head off. He let me in and told me that I had to obey him at all times for the rest of the week otherwise he’d show the photos of me on the balconyto everyone at school after developing the film (that he had now hidden).

Bugger....this was now going to be a long week.

(The End)