Snow fell relentlessly for ten days. I questioned my sanity in this isolated chalet on the edge of Vanoise National Park. Inherited from Uncle Richard after his fatal crash. Pure luxury: hand-hewn oak beams, panoramic windows framing white-capped peaks, massive stone hearth roaring with alpine logs. But my leg betrayed me. Slipped in the steam-filled shower. Sprawled naked in the cooling cascade.
Three knocks. Door creaked open. ‘Richard? Thomas here with your provisions. Storm’s rising.’ ‘In here! Need a hand!’ A young ginger burst in. Long red hair damp from snow. ‘Who’re you? You okay?’ He bridged the spray. Arm under my back, other at my knees. Lifted me effortlessly to the leather divan by the fire. Stepped back. Eyes traced my dripping nudity.
The Privilege
‘Gonna shut off the water.’ He returned. I yanked the cashmere plaid over my lap. ‘Seen it all anyway.’ ‘Not pretty,’ I muttered. ‘Your leg? I’m a nurse. Seen worse. Rest is… impressive.’ He peeled off his soaked shirt. Hung it by the flames. Broad chest, smooth save the fiery treasure trail dipping into cargo pants. Savoyards. No shame. No need for it.
‘Uncle’s gone six months. I’m Jonas Landseer.’ He handed a parcel. ‘J. Landseer? You’re John Lands?’ Eyes widened. ‘Wrote ‘Timid Boy’ at eighteen? ‘Men of Passage’ hit home when I explored older guys. But prefer equals.’ Gay confessions flowed. My ex ditched me post-injury. His uni fling with a prosthetic guy fizzled. ‘Some men dominate right. Rare gems.’ Firelight danced on his freckles.
Cramps hit. ‘Massage?’ His big hands slid under the plaid. Up my calf. Thigh. ‘Fibular atrophy. Solid technique.’ Tent rising. ‘Effective, huh?’ Gaze dropped. Plaid peaked. ‘Flattering. Nerve check?’ Tongue on toes. Wet lips up inner thigh. Pushed plaid aside. Fingered my foreskin back. Swallowed my cock whole.
The Excess
Groaned. Head back. ‘Stop… gonna cum.’ ‘Not like this. Six months dry for you. Fifteen days for me. Want to fuck you gentle.’ Fingers in his fiery locks. Bedroom beckoned.
He stripped. Six-foot-two of carved muscle. Copper bush framing thick cock. Missionary. Legs hooked his waist. He entered slow. Prostate sparks. Spasms gripped. ‘Leg?’ ‘No. Deeper.’ Bare. Clean. PrEP history. Kisses trailed neck, jaw, lips. Froze. ‘Gonna cum inside?’ Pressed heels. Stroked myself. His eyes locked mine. Jaw clenched. Two thrusts. Hot flood inside. I erupted on my abs.
Perfect agony. Rare full orgasm since him. ‘Never face-to-face before. You’re gorgeous. Responsive. Nearly blew too soon.’ ‘Eyes feast too. No doggy for me now. You nailed it.’ Sticky. Sore. ‘Shower together?’ ‘Standing. I’ll hold you.’ Balance shaky. But his grip iron. Storm blocked the pass. Snowplow might skip us.
Fire popped. We lounged on furs. Whiskey from crystal decanter burned smooth. Peaks vanished in whiteout. Secret sealed in glass walls. Elite isolation. Lust unbound. Night stretched endless.
