The boy had rosy red cheeks and the tip of his small pointy nose was reddish too. That was about as much of the kid Magne could make out on this February morning. Well, Magne could also tell it was a younger boy who was slowly inching his way up towards him. For every step the kid took, he slid half of the gained distance back down the slippery slope.

Magne giggled inwardly at the sight, the boy was wearing a thick snowsuit, one of those with only one zipper from the crotch all the way up to where it ended above the kid's chin, along with a pair of blue snow boots that didn't seem to have any traction on the soles. Magne couldn't help but giggle out loud when the kid slid back down again, this time even further and almost falling on top of the plastic sled he dragged along behind him.

Fortunately the boy was still some 50 metres [150 feet] away from Magne and unable to hear the giggles, or he might've taken offense at the sound. Magne grabbed his rental snowboard and began to carefully navigate the treacherously slippery slope, the snow had been compacted to mostly ice from the many people who had walked there. He wasn't exactly sure if he should help a kid he didn't even know, nor why he suddenly felt compelled to do so.

Magne had been at the ski resort in Norway for almost a week, his family had arrived there just after a fresh snowfall and the week of no school, and no chores, had mostly been pure heaven for the young teen. The weather had however changed after three days of endless fun on the slopes around a lake just north of Lillehammer. Spells of warmer air had started thawing the snow during the day only for it to freeze solid overnight.

The crust of almost pure ice had proved too much for Magne to ski on and after taking a nasty fall, not just once, but thrice in one hour, he had put up enough of a fuss to convince his father to let him return the cross country skies and take out a snowboard instead.

Fuck all the difference that made, Magne thought and carefully kept sliding down towards the kid who seemed close to the point of giving up, a snowboard is so not like a skateboard!

"Hey kid, need a hand?" Magne asked in his version of broken Norwegian. Even to himself, it still sounded more like he was trying to sing in Danish, but at least he tried to speak like one of the locals, not simply talking to them in his own language like the rest of his family did.

"Uhm… Thanks, but no," the kid responded in perfect Danish, "I've worked out that it's 99.9% more likely for me to fall and break my legs than for me getting back up to the top of the hill one more time."

"Oh, you're Danish too? Cool! I'm from Herning, you?"

"Svendborg. It's on Fyn, I doubt you've even heard of it."

"Are you kidding? My geography teacher made us repeat the silly rote until we knew it by heart. Odense, Bogense, Middelfart, and so on. Svendborg is to the south on Fyn."

"True. Ever been there?"

"Nah, haven't really had any reason to go visit it, not yet."

"Then don't ever go. There's nothing special about it."

"Oh. Thanks for telling me. Now I won't end up all heartbroken if I do go there and realize there's nothing to see."

"Do you know if there's a better hill for sledding down around here?" the kid asked, obviously anxious to steer the conversation away from his boring home city.

"Hmm, the only one that comes to mind is the downhill slope, but you'd have to be crazy to try it on that thing. It's pretty steep."

"Ack. Just my luck then. Are you any good on that?" the kid asked and pointed to the snowboard.

"I suck! I thought it would be just like skateboarding but it really isn't. I can't keep my balance at all."

"You just need more practice."

"Likely, but I won't be getting it this year. I'm going home tomorrow morning."

"Aw. We only got here yesterday and we're staying for two weeks."

"Better hope for some more snow then."

"No kidding. This is like bloody ice!"

"Hey, I do know another way to the top. Not many people go that way since it doesn't lead up to the half-pipes. Want me to show you?"

"Please! Man, I'd rather go hang myself than walk to the top through here one more time."

"No need for that. The path is further to the right from where this one starts out but if you don't mind a bit of wading through deep snow, we can take the direct route."

"The shortest route, please. I've almost worn myself out on this stupid icy stretch."

"I'm Magne, your tour guide."

"Hehe, I'm Axel. Your patron I suppose. Only, I don't have any money to spend so I hope your tours are free?"

"First tour is always free. I only charge returning clients. You have to tug your sled along yourself, though."

"That's fine. It doesn't weigh much."

The two boys set out with Magne leading the way from the trodden-down path out onto the untouched snow with only a thin crust of ice on top. Magne's foot punched through the crust and his lower leg vanished into the deep snow before his foot came to rest on something somewhat solid.

"I think we'll be fine, it isn't too deep. If you walk in my footsteps you shouldn't tire too much."

"I'm hot on your heels. Go on, I've got to be back in time for lunch and so far I've only managed two decent rides this morning," Axel stated and followed Magne.

Neither boy saw the warning sign stating that it was dangerous and quite illegal to venture outside the trail. The sign was buried underneath a good foot [30 cm] of snow and had been so ever since the beginning of winter. Still, they made fairly good progress, Magne strode onwards while keeping the length of his step matched to the one of the rather shorter Axel.

"How old are you, Axel?"

"I'm nine. You?"

"Fourteen," Magne said, "I'll be fifteen in May," he added as an afterthought.

"I'll send you a card."

"Haha, that's funny."

"My birthday isn't until September 7th."

"Okay. We'll just have to clear this little forest and then the trail should be right on the other side of it."

"Are you sure it's safe?" Axel asked while he hoped his words wouldn't make the older boy think he was only a scared little kid. Which he was, kind of, when he looked at the pine tree forest blocking their way.

"If it wasn't safe, don't you think they would've put up a fence next to the path or at the very least a warning sign?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess you're right."

So they pressed on. The snow got deeper, slowly at first, until all of a sudden Magne couldn't find anything solid under his left foot. He pushed it deeper down while he searched for something that wouldn't give way.

"Stay back for a minute," he warned Axel, "I just need to…"

Magne shifted his weight a bit further onto his left foot and rotated his right foot just a little to maintain his balance. In doing so, the crust formed by an earlier thaw and then covered by new, fresh snow gave way below him.

"Yiiee!" Magne cried out when he felt himself plunge downwards into the snow. He only just managed to think that he really didn't want to die at the age of fourteen, not in boring Norway, and not without ever having successfully mastered the stupid snowboard, he still held onto.

He didn't die from the fall, neither did he fall for very long. His head was still above the snow when he came to an abrupt stop, but the rest of his body was submerged below the white surface.

"Are you okay?" Axel shouted in a shrilly voice, though they were only feet apart.

"I think so," Magne said in a considerably lower voice and assessed the state of his body and limbs. Everything felt fine until he tried to move his right foot, "Oouw, my ankle hurts like a son of a bitch! Shiiut! Well, don't just stand there, do something!"

"What? Do you want me to get help?" Axel asked in near panic.

"No! Don't be daft. Find something I can use for leverage so I can pull myself back up. It's bloody cold down here."

"What?" Axel asked miserably while he frantically had a look around. There wasn't anything close by, except for the pine trees blocking his view back to the path they had left. There weren't any lose twigs or branches, nothing that could be used as a shovel, only snow, and lots of it. The only manmade thing close by was the red plastic sled he had insisted on taking with him to Norway, as it had scarcely snowed in Denmark ever since he had gotten it last winter.

"Can you use my sled?" He asked.

"Clever thinking," Magne said, "It'll be perfect. Can you slide it next to me without you moving any closer?"

"I'll try."

Axel tugged on the rope attached to the sled and pulled it closer, then tugged harder on the rope so the sled slid past him and towards where Magne was.

"Careful!" Magne cried out when he saw the sled approach his face at high speed.

"I got it," Axel said and pulled on the rope again making the sled turn and come to a halt 15 cm [6 inch] from the older boy's head.

Magne tried in vain to find a grip on the slippery plastic sled, his gloves were wet from the melting snow and they kept slipping whenever he tried to pull himself out of the hole. Finally he took off his gloves and grabbed onto the small steering wheel of the sled. That's when he remembered he still had the snowboard, and with that placed on the opposite side of the hole, he slowly pulled himself up and out of the snow. For a time he lay next to the hole and made no move to get up until his heavy breathing subsided considerably.

"Sorry," he sheepishly told Axel, "It wasn't the best idea to go out here on foot. We'd need skies for this."

"Or snowshoes. Can you walk?"

"Think so, it doesn't hurt so much now," Magne said and tested his ankle by tilting his foot up and down.

"Let's go back so we can have a proper look," Axel suggested and helped Magne back onto his feet.

"That's probably for the best. I want to put on some dry clothes," he said and pulled a face when he realized cold snow had worked itself in underneath his thin alpine jacket and had started melting there. Now as he was standing upright, the melted snow, cold water by then really, seeped lower into his trousers and underwear.

"A warm bath should do you good, do you have one of those cool bathtubs like I do in my hut?"

"Uh-huh. But I'd have to get in fully clothed, I don't think I can get the laces on my boots undone on my own. Not with my ankle hurting like it is."

"I'll help you," Axel volunteered, "I'm used to helping my brother when we take baths at home."

"Eh, no thanks."

"Why not? You must be freezing cold, you're shivering."

"Uh," Magne tried to come up with a reason other than he didn't want anyone to see him naked, but before he could explain, Axel sort of came to his rescue.

"If you don't mind, I'll just take a bath with you. I'm sweating up a storm in this suit."

"You're dressed for a polar expedition, not Norway in mild temperatures."

"My dad forced me to wear it. It was either dress like this or stay in."

They made their way back the way they had entered the forest, slowed down by Magne's throbbing ankle, then sat on Axel's sled all the way down the sloped and icy path until it came to a stop near the hut where Magne's family stayed. Magne was quite happy to see the family car wasn't parked in front of the hut, meaning his parents and older sister were still at the alpine centre 10 km [6 miles] from the small resort. With a little luck, his accident would go unnoticed and he wouldn't be told off by his mother.

Axel left his precious sled outside with Magne's rental snowboard and followed the limping older boy into the warmth of the hut. With the door shut, Axel removed his snow goggles, quickly unzipped the snowsuit, pushed back the hood, and worked his shoulders and arms out of the suit.

"Sheesh, no wonder you're sweating when you're wearing a jumper underneath a snowsuit," Magne stated when he watched Axel slide the snowsuit down his body.

"Again, Dad's orders," Axel said and pushed the suit down to his knees, sat on his bum and quickly undid his boots. He pushed them off his feet and got back up before completely removing the suit.

Axel didn't stop there, he removed his jumper, revealing the fact he was wearing a tee shirt underneath it, and pushed down the sweatpants he wore. Underneath those was a pair of blue tights, which the boy left on.

"Double socked too?" Magne wondered out loud, when Axel stood on one leg and removed a thick woollen sock from his left foot.

"Yeah. This is much better," the younger boy replied and switched legs so he could remove his other sock. Finally he stood back up, now dressed in a tee shirt, his tights and a pair of white tennis socks, "Oh, nearly forgot this," he said and removed the blue warm hat from his head.

Magne looked at the younger boy, he had at first thought him to be just another overweight kid, but it had only been due to the many layers of clothing. In fact, Axel had a pretty toned, almost slim body. His hazel hair was dishevelled and a bit matted from sweat. But, it was the boy's eyes Magne lingered at for the longest time. Deep blue eyes, a bit slanted, looked back at him.

"Right, shall we?" Axel asked after a few seconds in silence.

"Uh, sure," Magne said and tried to remember what he was supposed to do. Watching the boy undressing right in front of him had been like a dream come true for the teenager. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind from images that were starting to have an effect on his body. It was too late though, his penis had already enlarged some, and when he became aware of it, it only stiffened even further.

"It might be easier if you sit on the bench."

"Right," Magne mumbled and quickly sat before his boner would become too obvious.

When Axel knelt in front of him, Magne felt one last surge of blood go into his penis, making it push out even firmer against the tight nylon of his thin alpine track pants. He couldn't do anything to make his boner less obvious, if he reached down for it, he'd only for certain draw Axel's attention towards it.

"Wooh, you've got a major situation happening in your pants!" Axel said when he noticed the state of the older boy, "Isn't it painful to have it stuck into the pants leg like that?"

"Some," Magne admitted.

"Then reach in and fix it. It'll feel a bit better if it's pointing up to your stomach, though it would probably be best to just let it stick out in the open."

"I can't do that," Magne gasped out, "It would be rude!"

"Oh. Well at least shift it some, it looks like you have a baton stuck in there."

Magne red-faced pulled out on his track pants and underwear, and almost sighed from relieve when he felt his boner straighten out into a more natural position rather than lying against the top of his thigh. Meanwhile Axel undid the laces in Magne's boots and fully removed them from the right boot. Without further ado, he tugged the left one off and discarded it to the side.

"Whenever you're ready," he said and looked up at the older boy whose boner wasn't as obvious as before, though it could certainly still be seen as it now pushed against the front of the pants.

Magne took a deep breath and nodded, then moaned out loud when he felt the sharp pain as the boot was carefully, but quickly, removed from his foot. His moans had only just stopped when Axel pulled off the sock from the same foot.

"It doesn't look too badly hurt," Axel stated after having a quick look at the older boy's ankle, "It's a bit red, but no swelling," he added after comparing the two large feet to each other.

"Good. Fuck that hurt though."

"Not enough to make your boner go away. Maybe you need to put some ice on it?"

"On my boner? That's the last thing I want to do right now. I'm still bloody cold."

"I actually meant your ankle. You're not shivering nearly as bad as you did, though. Let's get the bath started, we really should have turned on the water before undressing, then we could've gotten in by now."

The boys relocated from the entry to the spacious bathroom. The small sauna next to the bathroom could have gotten the heat back into Magne's body quite quickly, if only it had been powered on. It was a luxury not needed, his mother in her infinite wisdom had declared and banned everyone from using it. The bathtub, plenty big enough for two grown people, had only been in use one night and then the entire family had taken turns getting in it after having showered first.

Magne had been the last one to get in, and had spent an hour and a half soaking amidst the powerful jets squirting water at his body. He only reluctantly got back out of the tub after his one year older sister had knocked on the door for ten minutes straight wanting to get in to have a wee.

But, today there was no annoying big sister, nor any nagging parents, to bother Magne. He was all alone in the holiday hut with a small nine year-old boy. A boy who had seen his boner, well, at least he had seen how it had pushed out his pants, and had told him to just whip it out into the open if it would make him feel more comfortable. Maybe it was just what the little boy was used to from spending time with his brother, but it sure wasn't something to be done in Magne's household.

Even a slight readjustment of personal bits was something Magne was supposed to do in private, either in his own room or the bathroom. He had been told so repeatedly, when he was younger than Axel, and ever since that was what he had done. He had never bathed with anyone since the last time he had shared a bath with his sister when he had been five.

And now he was about to get naked, with a boner that still wouldn't let up in spite of the pain from his ankle, in the company of a boy he really didn't know at all. And he'd share a bathtub with the boy and almost certainly their limbs would touch, how could they not? His boner firmed up yet again, even harder this time, and reared against the confinements of his tight pants. It pushed so hard that Magne could see the waistband being pulled away from his abdomen. The sight wasn't something Axel could miss either.

"Man, you have to do something before your boner bursts into flames. It's so massive! Can I feel it?"

"Huh?"

"Just on the outside of your pants? Please."

"Uh, okay. Just a quick feel then."

Magne watched in silence, afraid to move, when Axel moved from where he had turned on the water now spilling noisily into the tub and walked to where he could easily reach out and touch him.

"Yeah, I was right. It is massive. I'd never be able to get all of that into my mouth," Axel whispered, mostly to himself.

"You'd put it in your mouth? My prick?" Magne asked, though he worried his question would make Axel stop petting his boner through his clothes. It felt bloody nice and he could only wonder how it would feel if the younger boy sucked on it.

"Uh, sorry, I wasn't thinking. Uh, do you want me to?"

"Hell yes!"

"Sweet. I don't think I can do it like I suck on my brother's. His is real little, but he's only seven. I can suck on his balls at the same time I suck on his wiener. Can I see it?" Axel asked eagerly.

"Why not? If you're going to suck it, you might as well see it first."

Axel wasted no time and tugged on the older boy's waistband, bringing both pants and underwear down at the same time.

"It's a beauty, so big and hairy. And your balls are freaking huge too. Do they make lots of sperm?"

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah, they'd have to. What's it like?"

"Eh?"

"When you sperm? Does it feel better than when you couldn't?"

"It's much the same really, only messier now."

"Oh. Well you won't be making a mess today."

"You're not going to suck me until I cum?"

"Oh yes, I am. But we'll be in the tub, it'll go into the drain when we let out the water."

"Right."

Magne pushed his pants and underwear the rest of the way down his legs and Axel helped him remove them from his feet. The younger boy quickly shed his own clothing, revealing that he too had a boner, albeit a smaller one perfectly proportioned for his body. Unlike Magne, Axel was completely devoid any hair below his eyebrows, his pale skin crisscrossed with many small blueish veins. Magne wasn't put off by the small hairless boy body, on the contrary, he quite liked the sight of it.

He liked it even better, when Axel cleaned his boner with warm water, Magne standing in the filling tub, Axel sitting in front of him on his knees. He held his breath when he watched Axel lean closer with his mouth splayed fully open and sighed when he felt the warmth smoothness of the insides of the young boy's mouth as it carefully closed around his prick head.

Magne gasped out when he felt Axel suck in his cheeks and compressed his prick head by pushing it to the roof of his mouth using his tongue. His knees buckled when the boy began milking his prick with his mouth by moving his head back and forth, and he had to grab hold of Axel's head to support himself. The young boy didn't complain, only sucked harder when Magne pulled on his head and sent more of the large prick into his mouth.

It was better than any of the boys had dared to hope for, Magne had never thought he'd lose his virginity by fucking his prick into a young boy's mouth, but right then, at that very moment, he couldn't care less if it was a boy or a girl he was about to squirt his sperm into. As for Axel, he too was happy. He enjoyed playing the secret game with his brother, but the seven year-old brother just wasn't into it, not at all like Magne. The older boy didn't need constant reminders of moving his prick back and forth, did it all on his own, actually.

Axel worried for a moment when the bigger and stronger kid forced ever more of the large prick into his mouth, but quickly learned if only he kept his mouth relaxed, the large prick moved relatively easily partway into his throat. He decided to see if he could get all of it into his mouth, wanted it more than anything right then, and began moving his head back and forth, and forced it deeper inside.

Unfortunately Axel didn't quite manage to deep throat the large prick, when all of a sudden Magne groaned out loudly and the first contraction of his heavy balls sent a rope of sperm into his mouth. The prick was only just inside Axel's mouth and he got his very first taste of cum as it spread out over his tongue. He didn't have the time to savour it before more of the tasty stuff shot out into his mouth. Already Axel's mouth was filled to capacity and he had to swallow to make room for more, which he did taking great delight in the action.

Magne's sperm was still very sweet tasting, only slightly salty and tangy, and Axel had no qualms with swallowing it. The younger boy only wished he could see it too, having never seen sperm, but wasn't about to move his mouth away from Magne's prick. He wasn't able to anyway as the older boy pushed it back deep inside, this time all the way in, until Axel's lips were stretched around the very base of his fat stalk.

Axel gagged and pulled his head back, but kept his lips firmly locked around the prick. He gulped and swallowed one last time, waited to see if more sperm would come, and was moderately disappointed when no more spurted out. However, Magne moved one of his hands from the small boy's head and used his fingers to milk the sperm left inside his urethra out of his prick and into Axel's mouth. He smiled with a sense of pride when he felt the smaller boy swallow what could only be his sperm.

Wearily, Magne sat down in the tub, still smiling.

"Did you like it?" Axel asked.

"I loved every last second of it. I'd never thought it would feel like this, it'll make wanking seem like nothing more than a poor substitute from now on."

"I liked it too. I only wish I could see your sperm."

"I'd love to show you and have you eat more of it, but I'm leaving real early tomorrow."

"I know. Oh well, at least we've tried it once."

"Want me to suck yours now?"

"Nah, that's fine. I'll have my bro suck on it tonight, it fits perfectly into his mouth and he can't bite me now with his two front teeth missing. Plus, your ankle's hurting and all."

Magne had mixed emotions about not having to suck on Axel's smaller prick. It was still stiff, but the younger boy completely ignored it. He wanted to repay the favour, yet he wasn't sure if he'd enjoy sucking on a prick. He'd never thought of doing such a thing, it seemed dirty in a way, but it sure felt nice having someone suck on it.

The boys washed themselves and enjoyed the jets for half an hour. Then it was time to say goodbye. Axel had to leave to eat lunch with his family in the restaurant and Magne's parents and sister would be returning to the hut real soon. In fact, they arrived just after Axel had left, tugging his red plastic sled along with him. But, he didn't leave before the boys had exchanged Instagram handles. They'd stay in touch, though they'd likely never meet again.

***

The next morning, when Magne's father handed over the keys for the hut to the receptionist and paid their bills, Magne happened to look up in just the right moment. He saw Axel sitting in the restaurant having breakfast and quickly made up his mind.

"Mum, I have to go real bad. Sorry."

"For Christ's sake," his sister stated, rolling her eyes, "Won't you ever learn to poo before we're just about to leave?"

"Now, now, Tina. When one has to go, one must go. Quickly now, Magne, don't take too long, okay dear?"

"Yes, mum, thanks," Magne said and poked his tongue out at Tina before he turned about and walked into the restaurant in the direction of the restrooms.

"At least he won't stink up the whole car now," he heard Tina say just before the doors to the restaurant shut behind him.

He made sure Axel saw him and he smiled when he watched the boy say something to his father, then got up from the table and walked towards him. Magne turned and went through the door into the restrooms. All he now had to hope for was a vacant stall, if one was available, he knew Axel would soon be on his knees in front of him once more. His fat prick was already longing for being back inside the young boy's mouth.

The End