"Damn! You have one sexy chest and I love that butt crack. Grrrrrrrrrr."

That was my introduction to Matt. He sent me that message out of the blue one night after stumbling upon my profile. Before writing back, I checked out his profile as well. My instant hard-on made me aware that I was definitely interested in getting to know this guy. So, we started chatting. Yes, at first we mainly discussed sex; however, we soon discovered that we had many other interests in common and that our similar senses of humor ensured fun no matter what the topic. As we became internet friends, I soon learned that there was one activity that Matt loved more than anything else in the world – even sex. Snowboarding. When I admitted that I had skied but never snowboarded, Matt immediately invited me to come visit him on the slopes so he could teach me to snowboard. He even promised "special rewards" from the instructor if I did well on my daily lessons. As much as I did want to learn to snowboard (and I did), Matt's extra incentive sealed the deal for me.

Two weekends later, I found myself side by side with Matt heading down the side of a mountain, white powder in front of me, strapped to a board. I was terrified. Having Matt there beside me made it better, though; he was even more attractive in person than in his pictures. Although he was a few inches shorter than me (I'm 5'11" and he's 5'8"), he weighed about the same (200 pounds). A former high school wrestling captain and 15-year snowboarding veteran, he was solid and stocky, but in no way overweight. I could tell, even through his snowboard gear, that his broad chest and thick legs would be muscular and firm. His body shape coupled with his fun personality, lovely eyes, and thick goatee made him my ideal of a sexy bear.

Throughout our morning lessons I did, of course, hit the ground several times, although none of my wipeouts were too embarrassing.

Matt said I was doing really well for my first time, but he looked amused every time he had to help me stand up again. At some point after lunch I must have been stealing sideways glances at Matt a little too often because I had my worst fall of the day. My ass hit the ground on a patch of ice and I felt like I'd bruised my tailbone. I tried not to whine, but I'm sure Matt could tell I was in pain. Still, I soldiered on, really beginning to enjoy the feel of the cold wind against my face as Matt and I flew down the mountainside together.

After 5 or 6 hours of snowboarding lessons, we finally returned to our room at the lodge. I was feeling exhausted, yet strangely alive and full of energy.

"How'd I do, coach?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

Matt didn't answer. Instead, he attacked me, pushing me against the wall and holding my hands over my head. He kissed me, first on my lips and then across my neck.

"You did really well," he whispered, nibbling my ear. "And this is your reward." His voice was deeper, huskier than it had been all day. With both hands he reached down to my sleeves and gave them a tug, removing first my jacket and then my outer shirt. He bent toward me again, his mouth open. I thought for a minute he was going to kiss me, but he bent lower. Clasping the bottom of my first-layer shirt in his teeth, he bit down and began to pull upward. I lowered my body slightly, allowing Matt to pull the undershirt over my head with just his teeth. Rubbing my hairy chest and belly with his hands, he kissed me, tickling the sensitive flesh of my lips with his wet tongue. Quickly, he began heading south, his darting tongue moving from my lips to my neck to my right nipple and then on down to my furry belly. He stopped just above the belt line and popped up again, kissing my lips and neck. I reached out with shaking hands to pull off his jacket.

"No," he said, returning my hands to the wall above my head. "I'm in charge." He nibbled my neck. "After all, I'm the instructor."

Grabbing my hips with both hands, he turned me around. He pushed my hands up against the wall in front of me and kicked my legs apart as if he was a cop frisking me. He kissed the back of my neck and reached around my body to undo my belt. The belt unbuckled, he jerked my snow pants down to my ankles. Because it was a warm day on the slopes, I wasn't wearing any first layer pants, just a pair of tight boxer briefs. I moaned loudly as he licked my neck and slid one hand into the back of my shorts, cupping my firm, hairy cheeks in his strong hands. Turning one hand on its side, he began to rub it up and down the space between my cheeks, occasionally slipping one thick finger into my furry crack.

Then he moved again, dropping to his knees and grabbing the waistband of my underwear in his teeth. Jerking his head toward the floor, he pulled my boxer briefs down around my ankles.

"You've got a quite a bruise forming across your right ass cheek," he said. I could tell this turned him on.

"Yeah?" I murmured, caught up in the moment. "That one fall from my snowboard was a hard one."

"I guess so," he said, stooping low to kiss my ankle. Licking my ankle and my leg, he began a slow ascent, kissing all the way up the back of my muscular calf and around to my inner thigh. Matt kept climbing higher and higher, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth, stimulating my skin. Finally he reached my ass. Using just his tongue, he tickled the outer edges of my crack, darting from the small of my back all the way down to my low-hanging balls.

His goatee and tongue tickling my inner thigh, my ass, and my balls made me crazy. I moaned and took a couple of steps backward, spreading my legs even farther. Matt pulled my hips toward his face, spreading my firm cheeks with his hands. Finally finding his target, he began to run his tongue in circles around my asshole.

"Fuck, yeah!" I yelled aloud, really getting into the way Matt was eating my ass.

Suddenly Matt stood up again behind me, releasing my cheeks. As he returned to gently kissing my neck, I felt his hands moving; he was unbuttoning his own snow pants at last. Without a word, Matt pulled his thick, throbbing dick from his pants and pressed it close against my unbruised ass cheek. As he did this, the aggressiveness of his kisses increased all along my neck, back, and ears. I could feel his hands moving behind me as he stroked his cock, using his ample precum as lube. Letting his cock bob free in front of him,

Matt's hands wandered up my back and arms, tickling my body and finally ending at the wall. We intertwined fingers as he began to rub his cock up and down between my cheeks, fucking my crack. Not knowing how much I'd enjoy this, I found myself writhing under his touch, pushing my ass towards him as if wordlessly begging him to fuck me. After a few minutes of this, I had to say the words. "Are you going to give me your dick or what?" I was half whispering, half moaning.

"Is that what you want," Matt teased, his breath hot on my neck.

"Yes, instructor," I answered.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see," he said. He pulled my hips away from the wall a bit more, walking me backwards into his body. Then he slid to the floor behind me, turned over onto his back, and inserted himself between the wall and my dripping dick. His back against the wall, he reached through my legs and grabbed my ass with both hands. He guided my cock into his wet mouth, pulling me toward him and pushing me away in a rhythm, showing me how to fuck his face. Once I got into the hip thrusts all on my own, Matt released my cheeks and reached into one of the pockets of his snow pants. He pulled out a tube of Astroglide, opened the lube, and loaded up both of his hands with the slippery jelly. He grabbed my balls with one hand and began massaging them, reaching back under me and to my ass with his other hand. Finding my hole again, he slid first one finger and then two in and out of my ass. I was so focused on feeding him my cock that I barely even noticed my asshole being penetrated.

I was fucking Matt's mouth with full force now, grunting and growling with each thrust. He pulled his hands from my balls and asshole and placed them both on my stomach, gently pushing me back to stop my movements.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Nothing," Matt said, my dripping cock just inches from his face. "But remember that I am in control." He slid out from underneath me and stood up, leaving me leaning against the wall in the frisk position.

From behind me, he began to grind his swollen dick against my ass. Then, with one lubed hand, he reached around me and started jacking my cock. The Astroglide mixing with my own natural lube felt wonderful on my shaft. I began to moan again, shoving my ass backwards.

Taking advantage of my eagerness, Matt slipped his thick cock between my cheeks and entered me, thrusting slowly. Thanks to the thorough finger fucking he had given me a few minutes earlier, my ass was open and ready for business. Free from pain I began to beg him to fuck me harder. Matt followed my orders, shoving his cock into me harder and harder while stroking my own swollen member with the same rhythm.

We were both growling in ecstasy at this point. I began to tense up as I felt myself getting close. Sensing that I was ready to cum, Matt sped up his thrusts so he could cum with me. As I blew a massive load of thick, white spunk all over the wall in front of me, I felt Matt explode inside of my ass. We both shuddered in ecstasy and then slid down the jizz-coated wall, side by side. Cuddling in the afterglow, we stayed there on the floor for the next half hour, kissing and caressing each other.