As I have written before, in l955, I was in the army and stationed in Salzburg, Austria. I had been stationed in Austria before, in l948 - 50. At that time, I was living in the beautiful resort village of Zell am See and I was able to learn how to ski. Over the years, I had been able to learn how to ski very well. I loved to ski, but what I really did love was the cute guys in their tight fitting ski pants. Those pants showed great bodies, big basket and nice tight asses on the guys. This was always a fetish for me. I loved the old style of Ski Pants and what is in them!

During the winter months, the American army would at times, schedule the "Ski Train", for the soldiers. They would go to different places that were outstanding ski resorts. I heard that the Ski Train was going to northern Italy and I wanted to go. My ticket cost included all meals, hotel, the berth in a sleeper on the train and ski lift tickets. I wanted to go alone because I could not look for gay sex if I went with other soldiers. So I made reservations and on a cold Friday evening, I had my dinner then went to the train station and boarded the Ski Train. The train pulled out as the porter showed me to my berth. I walked around the train as it chugged through the high mountains, heading to Italy. The train was loaded with studs - all dressed in ski pants - showing those great baskets and cute asses. I was in heaven again!

Early the next morning (Saturday) we pulled into the ski resort town of Cortina d' Ampezzo, Italy. A few years earlier this site was where the Olympic Ski events took place. The village was beautiful and had some nice hotels. The village streets were covered with snow as was the whole country side. We were taken to a large hotel to spend Saturday night. As soon as I found my room at the hotel, I took my skis and headed for the ski sloops.

The first run was fun and great. I loved sailing down that mountain side as the wind blew through my hair. I continued skiing and was able to meet an Italian stud (about 35) that was with this wife and son. This stud was a turn on and showed a great basket and ass. I really wanted him .Just looking at him made me horny as hell. I went to lunch and back to the sloops for more skiing.

The Italian stud was skiing at the same time, so since his wife and son were back in the warm hotel, he and I skied together. We had a great time skiing together and had a few laughs. He said he had to take a piss, so we both went to the men's room. Once there, I stood beside him and watched as he pulled his dick out and took a leak. Yes, he noticed that I was watching and seemed to not care, since he took his time in putting it back into his pants. He even was shaking it a few extra times before he put it away. Then we went back to skiing.

Soon the afternoon passed and the temperature turned very cold. I returned to my hotel. That evening I had dinner at the hotel, had a drink at the bar with the other soldiers that were there skiing, then took a walked around the village. Checking if anything was available. I found it!

I entered a club to grab a glass of wine and check the place out Once there, I noticed a German looking stud (about 25). He was a BEAR, broad shoulders, thick chest with lot of hair sticking out. He showed a big, well built body. I could speak German, so I started a conversation with him. His name was Karl. He told me that he worked in one of the guest houses, as a desk clerk. Karl was very nice, very manly, handsome in a rugged way, nice basket and a great ass in his ski pants. This stud was outstanding! Still, something about him told me that he was gay. We had a couple of drinks and he invited me to walk with him to the guest house where he was working. We walked up to his small bedroom - in the attic.

Once there, we listened to music on the radio and chatted. We had to be quite since the walls were thin and we did want to be heard. I found out a little about this stud. Karl lived in a village, high in the Dolomite Mountains between Austria and Italy. His village was very poor and was very isolated. It was interesting to hear about his village and the people in it. The people there spoke German, Italian and Romansh (Old Roman). He lived there with his parents, when he was not working. He was trained as a hotel clerk, so he could work during the busy seasons and take life easy when he had no work to do. I learned to admire this stud. He lived in this isolated place, but spent the summers as a desk clerk at some resort on a lake or seaside. Then during the cold months, he worked in ski resorts. He did not work during the spring or fall months because he was needed at home to help his parents farm their bit of land.

Then we talked about sex!

It soon came out that he was gay and so was I. I was horny for this stud. Off comes our ski clothing and we were in his bed. He had a big uncircumcised cock. It was great to see his hairy chest and body. I could smell his natural body odors. We both started 69ing. What a dick! His cock was very large and tasted great. I was so horny and needed a nice dick to swing on. He was on his back with that piece of salami sticking up in the air. I gobbled on that piece of meat. Then he started sucking me, and let me tell you, this mountain boy knew how to suck a cock.

I told him he was good at sucking dick and he told me that back in the village where he lives, he sucks the local men when they need relief! In his home village there were lot of straight guys that do not have wife's because they have no jobs and no money so they can not afford a wife and family. They fuck the girls when they can, but still never get enough pussy so they are horny all of the time. He told me that everyone in the village knew he is a cock sucker. He started sucking the local boys when he went to grade school and soon the word got around in that small community. He became the local cock sucker!

The horny local studs would come to him, and let him know they wanted him to blow them off. He told me that at night he sometimes would walk to the village guest house for a glass of wine. The local guys would treat him great, because they wanted to score with him and get their cocks sucked off. He said they were a rough bunch of big men, but were so horny that they just wanted sex.

When he left the guest house, he had to walk down the trail to his home. The people were poor and nobody had cars back there so everyone had to walk. Beside, there were only trails and paths wide enough for a cart with a cow pulling it.

As Karl walked to his home, he would check in back of him, to see if any guy was following him from the guest house. If he saw anyone following him, he said he would wait for the stud to catch up with him. They would talk and then walk away from the trail. Once they were alone and in a good spot, he would tell the stud to take his cock out. Then he would get on his knees and start. He was a great cock sucker and could take those big cocks all the way down. He told me that there were times when he would be sucking one stud and have another one waiting on the trail, for the same thing.

I asked him if he wanted any help? He invited me to visit him in his home village and he promised me that I would get cock to suck! What more could I want?

We ended up giving each other blow jobs. Felt great! I walked back to the hotel with his cum taste in my mouth.

This stud had to work all the next day, but he gave me his address and a map to his village. I was invited to visit him at his home in the mountains. Later when my army unit was transferred to Italy, I wrote him a letter and again was invited to visit him as I drove my car to Italy. We had a great visit - WOW!

I then returned to my hotel and to bed. The next morning, (Sunday), I was again out on the ski sloops. The cute Italian stud was there with his family. He was a good skier and so was I, so we left his wife and went higher up the mountain in another ski lift. Hey, what a thrill that was to ski down that high mountain.

It was cold, so he and I would stop for a hot wine drink at a bar. That drink warmed us up and after the second or third one, we were starting to feel it. When the sun went down and the mountain turned cold, we went to another bar and had another drink. After that drink, we both went into the men's room to take another leak. I was standing beside his stud, as he pulled his nice cock out and started pissing. I was watching him and again he started shaking his dick. After those drinks, I was loose.

When we finished, I felt of his cock through his ski pants. God, but I had nerve back in those days. He just stood there and let me feel. His cock started getting hard. Just then some guy came into the men's room, so we left. He told me that he was horny since he could not have sex with his wife because their son was sleeping in the same room. He said he was used to fucking every night, but since they were on vacation, he had to go without any pussy. Poor guy!

I told him that he should try to get his cock sucked. He smiled and said he wished he knew someone to take care of it. I asked him if he ever had a blow job from a guy. Yes, he had, but that was when he was a teen ager back in school. I told him that he needed another blow job. He laughed and patted me on my ass. He said he wished he could get a blow job!

I had to give up my hotel room at noon that day, since I would be leaving later in the evening on the ski train, so check out time was noon. He told me his wife and son were in their hotel room. We walked around the village and talked about sex, blow jobs and fucking. He said he had a hard on. The streets were quite and getting dark, so I told him I would love to suck on his cock.

This did not disturb him at all. He told me that he wished we had a place to go. Then we spotted a place. Down this alley, was a dark place. We headed for it. Once there, he stood in the dark shadows and rubbed his basket. I felt of his hard cock and he told me he would take it out of his pants if I wanted it. Hey, take it out! I want it!

He unzipped the fly of his ski pants and pulled out this beautiful hard dick. I could not wait. I had been wanting that piece of meat all weekend. I felt of his cock, jerked it a couple of time, then got on my knees in the snow, and started sucking on his dick right there. It was a good dark spot and nobody was around. I took my time, sucking on that beautiful stud's piece of meat.

I started giving this Italian stud a blow job. Sucking it very slowly and trying to make it feel good for him. He soon had his hand in back of my head and was fucking my face. I could feel that nice dick as he pushed it into my mouth. He was just fucking my mouth, and then he started going faster and faster. I knew he was close. Then I heard him give out a soft moan and felt his juice as it filled my mouth.

I got a big mouth full of his cum and started swallowing it. He has great tasting juice and I swallowed all of it. Then I cleaned up his dick, wiped it off with my handkerchief and kissed it and put it back into his fly and zipped it up. That was beautiful.

I returned to the dinning room of my hotel for dinner. Then met up with the other skiers on this trip. We were loaded onto the ski train and settled down for the over night trip back to Salzburg, Austria. I drifted off to sleep in my berth. found some great cocks to suck on. By the way, the skiing was great also.

Guys, I have been writing about my sex life when I was a young man and I try to be honest and tell it just the way it happened. I was not going to tell this story, or if I did, I would change it. But then it would not be a true story, so OK, here it is, just the way it happened back in l948, when I was 20 years old. So I hope you enjoyed it!

If you can take the time, I hope you will write to me and let me know if you enjoy my stories. I will continue to write about those "good old days", even the ones that did not turn out too good.