My Phantom Lover

Part 3

The snow-pack was a little low that year and consequently business was down at the lodge so Steve charmed the management into giving us such a good rate we were able to stay for a whole week. Several of us drove up to the mountain together in a huge old van. I managed to sit next to Steve all the way. I realized I was behaving like a giddy schoolgirl with a first crush, but I couldn't help it. When we arrived at the lodge Steve checked everybody in and I was thrilled out of my mind when he handed around the room keys and said, "You're in with me, Brian. That OK?"

I managed a casual, "Sure," but inside I was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!"

When we got to the room there was a sofa facing a TV set, some tables and lamps, and a king-sized bed. Steve said, "I think the sofa pulls out into a bed."

"Even if it doesn't, I could sleep on it like that. It's long enough," I told him. Of course, if I had my horny way with him, we could both use the bed.

We dumped our luggage, changed into our ski wear, and went out to meet the others on the slopes. We had a blast all afternoon. Steve was by far the best skier in the group. I was probably the second-best. We raced each other several times and kind of showed off for each other. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had so much fun.

We grabbed a bite of dinner with the other guys and then Steve said, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've got muscles that are reminding me I overworked them today. I think I'll go soak in the hot tub and hit the sack early." We agreed on what time we'd meet for breakfast. Just as Steve was leaving, I said, "I think I'll go up, too. I want to finish the book I'm reading before I go to sleep."

Each of the rooms in the lodge had their own hot tub on a small private deck. I was trying to figure out a way to get myself into the tub along with Steve when he brought the subject up. "You'll be less achy tomorrow if you soak, Brian. Why don't you come in before you settle down with your book?"

"Sounds good," I managed to say, around the lump in my throat. "I didn't remember to bring a swimsuit, though."

"Me neither," he said and proceeded to strip his clothes off.

I'd thought he looked awesome in a Speedo, but he was magnificent without one! Every inch of his body was trim, hard, and all male. His chest was moderately hairy with a thicker patch at the base of his prick. A prick that was standing at full attention. It wasn't porno movie huge, but he'd have bragging rights in any locker room in America. Damn, the sight of it had me absolutely salivating.

He went out and climbed into the hot tub and I took my clothes off with shaky hands and went to join him. I had a rock-hard erection, too, of course. I looked at everything except him, trying to tamp-down my excitement, so I didn't know if he was watching me as I approached the tub. I climbed in and settled back on the opposite side of the tub, facing Steve. The water felt great and I found my tired muscles getting more and more relaxed. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, none of it sexual, yet a knot of tension in my groin never relaxed at all.

"Feeling better?" Steve asked, after we'd been soaking for about twenty minutes.

"Yeah, I really am. Just a little sore across my back."

"Maybe I can help that. I'm told I give a good massage."

His hands all over me. Oh, sure, I'm going to turn THAT down.

"That would be great." I was so excited I had to remind myself to breathe.

We got out of the tub and Steve went into the bathroom, emerging in a few seconds with a pile of towels. We dried ourselves off and he flipped the down comforter off the bed and spread a dry towel on the bottom sheet. I laid on it, face down.