The Last Run Of The Day

On a recent ski trip with friends, we decided to have a challenge and the loser would have to ski the last run of the day naked!

I should start out by saying that yes, I absolutely love to be naked but that no, this was not my idea... When I heard the idea though I made sure to conceal my excitement, I actually went out of my way to try and suggest that it was a bad idea. Imagine my panic when I almost succeeded in convincing the others! thankfully they were swayed by someone more persuasive and I fell in line, feigning resignation to concede.

On the inside, I was brimming with excitement and knew I had to make sure it was going to be me but I needed to play it cool and seem like it was an accident that I lost and had to do this shameful deed but we had to set out some ground rules first... One of the more bashful in the group suggest that we wait until the very last opportunity to do the naked ski run, we all agreed, nobody wants to make a scene and upset anyone unnecessarily. "No cheating" said someone else, "fully naked, from the top to the bottom of the hill" group murmuring ensued, the girls in the group were not happy but eventually agreed to the terms. Totally naked meant the others collectively carried the clothes, whoever lost was going to be completely nude...

The challenge took more agreeing on, we are a fairly evenly matched group of skiers, different strengths and weaknesses naturally. Jumping was suggested but quickly shouted down by more than supported it, a straight out race idea gained some momentum but seemed like a recipe for disaster with the high stakes competitive nature besides, 8 people all racing on the same slope seemed unfair to other skiers not embroiled in our nonsense so we settled on a speed run, we all have watches that track our respective speeds, we can take turns and all converge at the bottom to reveal the results and there would be no doubt, the skier with the slowest maximum speed loses.

As I waited my turn, I pondered how I should do this, if I deliberately went slow it would be obvious but if I skied normally I might not be the fastest but I almost certainly wouldn't be slowest. Obviously, at the top, we all questioned the logic of our actions but a challenge was a challenge, the first contender was off, impossible to guess the actual speed from our vantage point but it looked clean and fast, the remaining skiers anxiety increased until it was my turn to go, I was 5th and still didn't have a plan. As it would turn out, I didn't need one, just before I started to build up speed, from the side of the piste a group of skiers emerged and I was forced to pull up and brake hard, as I cruised down the remainder I practiced my reaction for the benefit of my friends. The unexpected braking meant that the remaining skiers only had to make a clean run not to be last, which they managed with ease. It was me.

On a good summers day I'm small "down there", being shaved smooth certainly doesn't enhance my size. Standing in the snow, on a mountain when the suns power has already diminished, grudgingly undressing and dispersing my clothes amongst my friends, none of whom had previously seen me naked, I did not have the luxury of a summers day, I was not "small" I was "miniscule" from a combination of the nerves and the cold much to the vast amusement of my companions. There I stood, totally naked save for my ski boots and helmet with a shrivelled nub pointing directly forwards and balls hanging tight.

As we set off, the coldness was the first and most noticeable aspect, I was freezing right away but I knew the run was going to take us at least 15 minutes if we didn't make any stops so we were probably more like 20+ minutes away from warmth. The biting cold and the realisation that this really was happening caused my dick and balls to retract totally so that my genitalia resembled that of an action figure, I looked totally smooth as my foreskin and scrotum bunched up trying to preserve their remaining heat.

We are a group in our early 30's, everyone has seen a penis both the guys and the girls but they ALL laughed as they caught glimpses of mine (or at least where it was supposed to be!) as we ski'd along. At some point, everyone in the group took photos or videos to immortalise this event, I wasn't thrilled at the prospect but in a way, it was what I wanted all along so kind of brushed it off as "one of those things!". Naturally there were still a handful of other skiers still on the slopes and as you would expect, photos and videos of this spectacle, lots of pointing and laughing ensued but it was all in good nature and nobody voiced concerns of showed signs of offense.

As we made our descent, we stopped for pictures at various locations so the twisting run took longer than planned, I was already exposed and seen for my diminutive size, I literally could not have been smaller so by the time everyone saw and enjoyed themselves at my expense I had nothing to hide. Honestly we all had fun, even (especially) me and nobody could get over how small my dick was, even in such cold I was expected to have been bigger and this was a source of great mirth for all.

As we neared the end of the last ski run for the day, I was happy to think about being reunited with my clothes, I like being nude, I love being exposed but I think I'd probably reached my limit, or at least that's what I thought. I assumed we would pull up just short and I'd redress and we would go about the process of heading back to the chalet when I noticed the front skier ski directly past an apres ski bar near the end of the pistes.... I took a deep breath and followed on and tried my hardest to act casual as a raucous roar accompanied my passing. Shortly after, it was over for real, I dressed and breathed a sigh of relief, I wanted this but it was done and I was relieved!

At dinner that night, the main topic of conversation were the multitude of photos and videos created, I will admit they were REALLY good but they left absolutely no room for imagination as to exactly what I look like naked! As the meal progressed into drinks, the conversation was still dominated by the main event of the day and as the drinks flowed the opinions and commentary became more candid. The delicate nature of the subject for guys in general was mostly supportive, of course they had a little fun at my expense but furnished me with excuses relating to the cold, nerves etc but the girls were somewhat less tactful!

The girls in the group were more inquisitive, unilaterally, they agreed that a) they'd never seen a penis so small in real life and b) they all assumed that I was bigger than average! When one of the guys pointed out what the cold does, one replied "alright, but it was so small even at the start" not really mockingly but more inquisitive. It was a great day, it was a great evening, I have a feeling I will live to regret it at some point, especially if and when the pictures and videos escape the initial group who were there but we will cross that bridge when we get to it!

I hope you enjoy reading this story, thanks for taking the time to check it out!