Horsing Around in the Snow- Part 2/3

This was originally going to be just two parts, but I had far too much fun writing this one. Get ready for Part 3 coming next week to see what happens to the loser...

Getting to the top of the hill, it suddenly seemed larger than it had in any of our previous runs. I thought we’d somehow climbed higher, found a different path, but here was my thermos of hot chocolate right where I’d left it when we’d set out.

“You ready to show some skin, stud?”

“I’ll flash you a nipple as a prize after you lose.”

Colin just winked at my remark as he launched himself down the hill before even communicating what skill he had planned, and luckily for me, it showed. He was going for the element of surprise, but he surprised himself as he skidded out halfway down. Passing him, I flipped him the bird as I waited for him to get to the bottom with me.

“So stud, as I was saying, what are you taking off now as you prepare to lose?”

Pulling up his goggles to rest on the front of his helmet, his eyes twinkled even more than they had behind the thin plastic.

“This might take me a little longer since mine are insulated, but I’ll take off my pants to join you.”

There was a small pause as he questioned whether this was the right choice, but then he was in action again, pulling at Velcro and buttons. His ski pants were thicker, lined with fleece, and I saw a patch of skin for just a brief moment… and then there was more. He was only wearing underwear under his pants, and not the long ones I had that tucked into my boots. No, he was now standing there in just his boots and briefs below the waist. They fit him like a glove, and the cold didn’t seem to be affecting him. I was worried that my dick was inside of me, and I wonder if excitement was playing a part in his bulge now.

“You going to stare all day, or are we going to finish this challenge?”

“Why can’t I do both?”

A snowball to the face was the only reply as we walked up the hill for one of our final races. I was optimistic now, but that hope would soon die away. I lost the next challenge, and there was no fluke to blame. He was airborne, with his gloved hands on his board, and he landed beautifully. I got nowhere close. No part of the board left the ground until I toppled over and fell flat on my face.

The snow felt ten times colder, and as I stood up wearing only cotton, the chill wouldn’t leave my body. I was shaking from the temperature, but Russ was about to make it worse.

“How’s it going, guys?”

I heard his voice, loud and clear, as I was lifting my sweatshirt over my head.

“Oh my god, you weren’t joking?!”

And then I heard someone else’s voice followed by peals of laughter coming from too many different people.

With my head freed from my sweatshirt, I quickly put my helmet back on as if that would ease the embarrassment of being seen in just a wet pair of thermal underwear and nothing else out here. Russ was standing there, coffee cup in hand, and he had apparently talked about our bet to every coed he saw on the way to the café. There were a couple of dozen people standing right at the edge of the trees, and Colin was putting on a show for them as he wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug and planted a kiss on the side of my helmet.

“You came just in time!”

He had to yell to be heard, but that wouldn’t be necessary as we all met up at the top of the hill. I recognized too many faces in the small crowd, and I hoped that I’d put my helmet on in time to stay hidden.

“Everyone, meet Matt and Colin- they’ve got a little bet going.” Well fuck, there goes my less than a minute of anonymity. “They’re playing a game of Strip HORSE, and the loser has to run back to our dorm wearing whatever they’re left with… and it doesn’t look like Matty has very many items left. What’s the score?”

“We each have just the E left, so this might be the final run unless we both nail it.”

There was an added energy out here now with the audience, but I was still exhausted. My legs were basically jelly, and I knew that I had one run left in me. I moved to volunteer first, but apparently Colin was in the same boat.

“Who’s got a coin? Let’s flip to see who goes first.”

He picked heads, and we were soon looking at George Washington staring up at us.

Fuck.

Pulling his goggles down, Colin launched himself down the hill, cutting a zig-zag pattern across our previous paths. Right before he got to the bottom, he somehow did a full 360 spin, twisting around the front end of his snowboard. I mentally was yelling for him to fall out of it, but he stayed upright somehow.

“Let’s see you match that!”

His voice wasn’t that loud once it reached us, but the words were still echoing around my head as I tipped forward onto the incline. Weaving to gain some speed, I felt like I was going to make it once I started to rotate, but my balance was totally off. Making it only 180 degrees, I fell flat on my back, staring up at the sun directly above us.

The cheers and catcalls reached me down here just fine, and they didn’t stop as Colin and I walked up the hill. He had his arms up in the air in a victory pose, completely unfazed that he was showing a fair amount of skin himself. I guess he rationalized that he’d at least be able to cover up in a minute unlike me.

Without even saying a word, he beckoned Russ over, and they stood shoulder to shoulder to block me as I pulled off my long johns and got my feet back into my boots.

As soon as the cool air hit my ass, it really set in what I was about to do. With one hand over my dick, the other grabbed the dorm key card that Russ was holding for me. As they stepped aside, the camera flashes somehow made the scene even brighter than the sun reflecting off of the snow.

My abs were flexed without me realizing because I hadn’t taken a breath since getting naked. As I finally opened my mouth, the air felt too cold, and my skin felt like it was being stabbed with needles. This was the dumbest thing that I’d ever done since I got here. Well, dumbest thing that I’d ever done really.

The only redemption was that I still had my helmet on. I had no tattoos or birthmarks, and my ski boots were the same plain black pair that every other Northerner owned. I had a five-minute run ahead of me if I avoided the dining hall which would be packed around noon. I could do this.

“3… 2… 1!”

Right as I put my feet into motion, Russ’s hands that had been on my helmet without me realizing lifted up, and I ran right out of the only thing protecting my identity. I wanted to turn back, but there was no way that I would be winning that fight.

So, I kept running into the unknown…