January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

... 6-2, 185, now living and working in the Mile High City.

I'm the kind of guy (with translucent porcelain skin) who shows a five o'clock shadow at 10 a.m. so I've adopted groomed facial hair, kept really quite short. Surprisingly it's soft. This always makes me stand out among other clean-shaven bankers. My pecs are lightly brushed with hair and I've got a promising treasure trail (which fortunately leads to a very nice treasure). Otherwise I'm nearly hairless. The fact that I'm reasonably buff, generously hung, together with the groomed facial hair means that I get hit on all the time by gays at the gym. It really doesn't bother me. They've got good taste in men. I've actually been tempted a few times when the guy looked good enough, but I've never taken the bait.

I'm also shy and a loner. No cruising in bars for me. In that sense, I'm really two people: aggressive and competitive in business, but careful and tentative in my personal life. My wife had complained that I had changed after the wedding--to a controlling alpha male. I didn't see myself that way at all. Perhaps my "alpha" only emerges once I know my partner. And of course it would be natural for an investment banker, trained to negotiate hard and win, to carry those attitudes into personal life. A few match-ups from friends since the divorce had all ended in bed. So, apparently it wasn't hard for me at all. No connection so far, despite what I'm told are "youthful good looks," good manners, a masculine ...

... appearance--and great financials. But I also learned that a life of casual hooks with middle-aged women was leaving me cold. And my bi-curiosity was peaking. I wanted a relationship. And I wanted to experiment.

We--really I--had decided this trip was going to be different. I was going to make progress on the slopes and I was going to hit the bars--with Pat as my companion. Apres-ski and alcohol were going to be the tools for me to get rid of the shell. Pat was known in the office as the gregarious, party-loving Irish wit although a lightweight at the bargaining table. I knew he was bi and linked with both women and men at various clubs. Almost my exact opposite. I was counting on being his wingman. We were planning a wild week, and had specified a chalet with two separate masters so we might both be able to score.

We had hired a ski instructor for the week. Private, expensive lessons. But, that's the price of progress. And I really wanted to be a SKIER as well as a PLAYER after this holiday.

After Sandra (the VRBO hostess) left, I made a sandwich and sat before the fire with a bottle of cab nearby. We were starting early tomorrow. The instructor was meeting for breakfast and then it would be a day on the slopes. So I turned in early and sober.

We had arranged breakfast at the chalet for our initial meeting. When Carlos arrived, the coffee was made and the scrambled eggs and bacon were kept heated in the electric fry pan. He was on time, but at first I thought perhaps it ...