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“Hey kid. Coach wants to talk to you for a minute.” Those are not words I had ever expected to hear. Yeah, I had been the mascot at my high school, but that was different. Small and thin, scrawny, actually, with a shaggy mop of long red hair, no coach had ever said anything to me but, “Just go sit over there out of the way.”
The two guys that had accosted me at freshman orientation were each easily well over 6 feet tall and looked like they could easily pick me up with one hand. I followed them across the gym to a table that had a ‘Warriors Crew’ banner hung in front of it.
“Shoes off. Drop your backpack and get on the scale.” The man behind the table didn’t even look at me.
“5’5″ and 121#, excellent.” He looked me up and down.
“Oh, you’re a boy.” With my diminutive body and long auburn hair, I had heard that a million times.
“You know anything about rowing?” He didn’t let me answer. “Doesn’t matter. We’ll teach you everything you need to know. Add this class to your schedule, and I don’t tolerate tardiness for practices. Give your name and contact information to coach Withers and welcome to the Crew.”
Whatever ‘Crew’ was, had just shanghaied me.
“Hey, don’t worry about Coach March. He comes across a little gruff, sometimes. Coach Withers is pretty chill. They’ve won three conference championships in a row. They really know their stuff, and you are perfect for a coxswain. That’s the guy that steers the boat. I’m Eric, by the way.” He put out his hand.
“Um, Chris.” I shook his hand.
“Great. Now how about I help you navigate registration? We’re going to be boat mates, after all.”
Instead of the massive morass engulfing the other freshmen, Eric guided me to an athletic advisor. In fifteen minutes, I had exactly the schedule I wanted. Maybe this crew thing wouldn’t be so bad.
That brief encounter changed my life in some very interesting ways. First, for the first time, someone had picked me for a sports team. It was a sport I knew nothing about, but it was a sports team.
Second, I had a new best friend. For whatever reason, Eric wanted to hang out with me. He called me and checked up on me, making sure I was ok. He even pulled a few strings and got me into his fraternity, Delta House, and took me as his little brother.
Third, I got totally ripped. The coxswain didn’t row the boat, but we were required to work out with the team, and it kicked my ass. I also started hanging out with the other coxswains. I was the only male and while it was nothing more than a massive friend zone, there was nothing bad about hanging with a group of superhot girls.
Between classes and rowing and pledging Delta, I was so busy I barely had time to breathe. With a little tutoring and some help from Eric, my grades rocked. The workouts for the rowing team had me in better shape than I ever would have imagined. I gained a few pounds, but lost three inches in my waist and, to be perfectly honest, developed an ass that I would have fucked in a heartbeat.
If there was a downside; it was that it made people mistaking me for a girl even worse. I even got asked to dance a few times by guys at the bar we hung out in. Just for the fun of it, I said yes a few times. Thankfully, most of the guys I danced with had a sense of humor. The few that didn’t, well, having eight guys over six feet tall covering my back helped.
“What you got planned over break?” Eric and I were hanging in the common room, recovering from the finals we had taken that day.
“Home with the fam, I guess. We don’t really do much other than Christmas and visit with each other.” It was true. Without my academic scholarships and a nice federal grant, I’d have a parttime job on top of everything else I was doing.
“My family’s got a cabin in Vail. You want to go skiing?”
“Eric, you know I can’t afford that kind of stuff. I can barely pay for school. If you hadn’t gotten me a room here at the house, I’d be living in the boathouse.” We both laughed.
“Who said anything about you paying for anything? My family owns the cabin. That means free. I’ll cover everything else. It will be you, me, and the guys from our boat. Come on. Nothing against your family, but it’s got to be more fun than that.”
“But I don’t know how…”
“Free half day lesson.” Eric cut me off. “And I already told you I’d cover your expenses.”
“Eric, that’s too much. I can’t let you do that.”
“Chris, my parents are both doctors, and my grandfather is a retired federal judge. My greatgreatgrandfather owned half the state and helped found this university. I’m loaded and you’re my friend and my little brother. If I can’t do things for you, then who?”
I glared at him, trying to come up with another argument.
“Fun. Boring. Fun. Boring.” He grinned at me as he moved his hands up and down like the scales of justice that probably still decorated his grandfather’s office.
“Ok, I’ll call my parents and let them know. What are the dates?”
“I’ll come pick you up at your house the day after Christmas. We’ll be in Colorado for two weeks, and I’ll bring you back here with me the week before school starts.”
I called my parents. They were completely on board. I was going skiing in Vail for two weeks. I’d never even been out of the state.
Finals wrapped up and Eric made a few suggestions about what I needed to pack and what I didn’t. He was going to get me all my ski gear when we got to Vail. All I really needed was stuff to hang out at the cabin in. He would take care of everything else.
I still felt nervous taking advantage of him like that and let him know. He just laughed it off. “Chris, my trust is huge. This is nothing.”
Christmas at my house was about the same as it had always been. Me and my siblings all got some clothes and a few things that were special just for us. As a reward for my grades, I got a new laptop to replace the ancient one I had been using since I started high school.
Eric showed up the next day just about lunchtime and joined us to eat. His natural charm won everybody over, just as it had me. It didn’t hurt that, while rich and spoiled, he was a truly nice guy.
It was a bit of a drive, but we picked up Mike and Hank and drove to the executive airport where Eric’s dad kept his planes. Yes, plural. Dave, Steve, Jim, Bill, and Robert met us there. The pilot helped us stow our luggage and three hours later, helped us unload it into the two Tahoes waiting for us in Vail.
Everyone but me had been here before. While they chatted animatedly about what they got for Christmas and argued about who was going to own the slopes, I sat and marveled at the beautiful scenery. We got to the cabin and unloaded. The other guys loaded their stuff into the same spots they had used every other time they had been here.
“You’re in the master with me. The bed in there could hold a small village. It will be fine.” I followed Eric down a small hall. The room was enormous. It had to be to hold the massive bed Eric had mentioned and had its own ensuite with a jacuzzi tub. There was a larger jacuzzi out on the back deck that would hold us all and probably a few more. Considering who I was with, I expected a girl or two to show up during the next two weeks.
“All right, you guys go shopping. I need to take Chris to get some ski gear and a few other things to make sure he doesn’t freeze while he’s here.”
Eric and I headed out the back door toward the ski lodge while the others piled back into the Tahoe’s to go get groceries. Even though we were all underage, I suspected a significant amount of alcohol would come back with them, too. I mean, our age never stopped us from drinking in the bars around campus, so why would this be any different?
“First off.” Eric started as we entered the ski shop. “Ski suits are pretty much gender neutral. But to get one in your size, we’re going to have to shop in the kid’s section or the women’s.”
We started in the kids’ section, and nothing fit right. It was all too big here or too small there or had some superhero theme going on that blared ‘Hey, I’m only eight.’ To anybody that saw it.
The women’s section, though, was a cornucopia of color and options. We finally got a salesgirl to help us and, after a brief explanation, conveyed that I was a guy of few options.
She smiled and nodded. “I have just the things you need.”
I needed tights to wear under the suits, probably some sweaters and toboggans, to keep my head warm. Then there would be socks, gloves, and a nice pair of snow boots to wear when I wasn’t skiing.
We focused on all of that first before she measured me and disappeared into the racks, coming back with four options. The bright pink one was out without even trying it on. Of the remaining three, I ended up choosing a very form fitting red snow bib with black accents and a matching jacket. They fit like they had been tailor made for me. Even the salesgirl commented on my ass.
They were decidedly feminine, but they weren’t pink, and none of the other options were comfortable at all. Eric bought it all, including a pair of red goggles. Snow boots, plenty of socks, a few pairs of tights to wear under the suit, half a dozen sweaters with matching toboggans, and some gloves to match the suit.
According to the salesgirl, I had everything a ski bunny needed. I just didn’t know what that meant.
“You should just wear the suit, maybe one of your sweaters, too. It will be a lot easier than carrying it all.” The salesgirl offered. I took her advice. What had been four bags became two. Since Eric had paid for it, I could go commando under the tights and not worry about how my boxers bunched up in my crotch under the tight spandex.
Next stop was to get me a pair of skis. Getting fit for the ski boots was the hardest part, and they were a bitch to walk in.
Eric carried my skis, and my ski boots, and I carried the two bags of clothes.
“Damn, you’re one lucky guy.” Some jerk tried to give Eric a high five.
“Smokin’ hot,” quipped another.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” came a third. The snide comments and catcalls started before we got out of the ski shop. I was getting a taste of how girls felt. It wasn’t exactly fun.
“Guys can be such jerks. I can’t believe I have to put up with this for two weeks. If they only knew.” I laughed.
“Well, you are kind of hot in that suit. Besides, I’ve heard you make a comment or two, so just suck it up hot stuff.” Eric chided.
We got back to the cabin just in time to help unload the groceries. The guys were worse. Dave even grabbed my butt.
“Fuck you, Dave.” I shouted. Everybody laughed. “In fact, fuck you all, you assholes.”
“Is that an offer?” One of them threw back. “Because in that suit, I’d do you in a heartbeat.”
The friendly jabs continued as we finished with the groceries. I went to change and put my new ski clothes away. I left the tights and the sweater on just because they were so comfortable.
“Hey, check this out. There was a suitcase under my bed.” Steve shouted from the top of the stairs, holding up a pink suitcase with unicorns and rainbows all over it. “It looks like it belongs to some girl.”
“Hell, Chris is already dressing like a girl. Maybe she can wear some of it.” Dave laughed at me.
“What do you say, Chris? We’re getting in the hot tub after dinner, and I bet this bikini would look amazing on your little body.” Steve tossed a skimpy fuchsia bikini he had pulled from the suitcase at me.
I caught it and threw it back, storming out of the room.
I sat on the bed fuming for thirty minutes before someone knocked on the door.
“Can I come in?” It was Eric.
I nodded, trying to fight back the tears welling behind my eyes. People had bullied me my entire life about how small and girly I was. Just when I thought I was free from that kind of thing, the guys I had thought to be my friends were teasing me mercilessly about the same things.
“I put up with that shit my whole life.” I looked at Eric with my big green sad eyes. “They’re supposed to be my friends and they treat me like this.”
“Two things.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “If they didn’t like you, they would just ignore you. Last year it was Dave, the year before that it was Robert. It’s my house and I’ve been the brunt of it too. It’s all good fun and earlier, you handled it like a champ. Only difference between you and the rest of us, is that we grew up on sports teams and are used to it. You didn’t.”
“What’s the other?”
“Admit it, you look like a girl, a girl with no tits and a cock, but still a girl. You can either own it and shut them up or keep hiding in here, letting them win. Choice is yours. Consider it training for all the jerks that are going to hit on you while you’re skiing in that y red suit.”
“Fuck you, Eric.” I pulled away and punched him in the arm.
“You keep making that offer and someone is going to take you up on it.” He shoved me onto the bed. “Now come on. Jim put some lasagna in the oven with garlic bread. It smells pretty tasty.”
Three lasagnas and six loaves of garlic bread barely fed the nine of us. Fortunately, I didn’t eat that much, but the other guys ate like that hadn’t eaten in weeks. I volunteered to do the dishes, watching as they all changed into their swimsuits, grabbed some beer, and headed out to the back deck to get in the hot tub.
When I finished, I went over to the pink suitcase and picked up the fuchsia bikini, looking at it closely, wondering if it would fit. I hadn’t thought about a hot tub and who needs a swimsuit in the snow? With the bikini in one hand and the suitcase in the other, I went to the bedroom to change. The stupid bikini fit like a glove, my tiny cock barely a bump in the tight fabric.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit, and I’m not getting in a hot tub naked with you perverts.” I laughed as I slipped into the hot water between Dave and Steve, stealing Dave’s beer.
“Hey, that’s mine.” He protested.
“There’s more in the fridge, bitch.” I winked at him and took a swallow.
Everybody laughed.
“Alright, who needs one?” Dave laughed and climbed out of the tub to get another beer.
We soaked and drank and talked. I listened as stories of past trips were told and retold.
When we finally climbed out of the tub, Dave grabbed my ass again and made a rude comment about how he would like to ‘rip that ripe peach in two.’
“Not with that little thing.” I laughed as I grabbed his crotch and squeezed. What I felt was not little.
“Ouch, good one.” He laughed. “But now you know the truth.”
He was right; I did. Dave had probably made several women happy with his notsolittle friend. Something I had never experienced, and probably never would with my tiny cock.
Eric was standing by the bed, rummaging through the pink suitcase, when I came out of the shower. “Find anything you like?” I snickered.
He turned toward me holding a seethrough baby doll negligee. “This is hot, but I don’t think it’s my size.” He smiled at me as he dropped it on the bed and passed me to take his turn in the shower.
“What the hell was that supposed to mean?” I thought to myself. Did he want me to wear it to bed? I went over and picked it up. There was a matching lacey thong on the bed next to it.
The suitcase was full of y clothes, satin and lace lingerie, skimpy dresses, and too short shorts with revealing tops. There were heels and garters and stockings. Whomever had left it behind liked to dress y. I heard the shower stop, so I packed it all back in the suitcase and moved it over next to mine, leaving the baby doll and the thong on the bed where Eric had left them.
“You looked so good in the bikini, I just thought maybe…” he answered my question without me asking it.
There was something different in the way he looked at me, an almost desire in his eyes. He was my best friend, my big brother. He had done so much for me. Surely, I could do this simple thing for him. I dropped my towel and picked up the thong, sliding it up my legs and nestling it in place over my little erection. The baby doll felt magic sliding down over my body.
“Only for you, big brother.” I bit my lip and looked at him.
He smiled, dropping his towel, letting me see his hardness as he took a pair of boxers from his suitcase and pulled them on. He looked as impressive as Dave felt. I let him get in the enormous bed first and then slipped in next to him as he held the covers up for me.
“What are we doing, Eric?” I whispered as I nestled close to him.
“I don’t have a clue, Chris. Honestly, I don’t have a clue…” He whispered as he spooned behind me, wrapping me in his powerful arms.
Snuggling closer, I was asleep before I knew it.
“Breakfast!” Someone pounded on the door. I didn’t want to move. Eric was still close behind me, his arm around me, his hand on my chest where my boobs would have been if I had them. I felt comfortable and safe, so very safe.
He lifted himself on his elbow, and I rolled under him, looking up into his eyes. “I like this.” The words were barely audible.
“Me, too.” He smiled. “Now get your cute ass up before we both go hungry.”
For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. My mind swirled with thoughts of what I would have done if he had.
Eric headed for the bathroom, and I went to the pink suitcase to put the baby doll and the thong back where they came from. Right there on top was a simple white lace bikini, brief with a matching bra. I couldn’t tell you why I did it. Maybe because going I knew my boxers wouldn’t work, and I’d felt exposed going commando under my suit. Maybe because they looked so exciting, maybe because of how I felt wearing the thong and baby doll for Eric. I picked up the panties and slipped them on. Getting the bra fastened behind my back was problematic.
“Nice.” Eric ran his hand across my lace covered butt before hooking the bra for me. Slipping his arms around me, he gave me a quick hug. “You probably want to put your ski suit on. You have a lesson this morning and you don’t want to be late.”
I felt minor charges of electricity everywhere his hand touched my body.
The bra fit flat on my chest. I found it odd that such a lacey bra would be for someone with such a meager chest. I adjusted my breasts, anyway, enjoying the feeling of the lace on my nipples. Pulling on a pair of tights, I noticed how comfortable they were, especially with my little cock in the panties. I chose a sweater that went with the tights, pulled on some fluffy socks, and stepped into my suit, pulling on my snow boots and the toboggan that matched my sweater.
Looking in the mirror, my red hair cascading out from under my toboggan, my tight ass accented by the suit, I knew exactly what a snow bunny was.
I walked out of the bedroom to find pancakes, bacon, and eggs laid out waiting for hungry mouths to feed. If anyone went hungry on this trip, it was their own fault. Of course, Dave couldn’t resist making a lewd comment about my tight little ass in my red ski suit.
“Am I making your little cockette hard, Dave?” I wiggled a finger at him. He grinned and blushed as everybody laughed.
Eric made sure I got to my beginner’s class on time and helped me get my boots adjusted and my skis on. He leaned in and kissed me sweetly. My heart leapt into my throat. “Jerk insurance. Now they all think you have a boyfriend.” I was pretty sure there was more to it than that. The way it made my heart race, there certainly was for me. “I’ll meet you in the coffee shop for lunch.” Dammit, he kissed me again, smiled and skated off to the main lift.
By the time lunch came around, I was swishing down the bunny slope in nice, even curves and sliding to a stop with ease.
“Hey, hot stuff.” Eric kissed my cheek and sat down next to me in the coffee shop. “You ready to try it for real? Everybody is waiting for us at the powder house, halfway up the mountain.”
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