David and I have been friends, best friends, since our military days when we were in our 20s. We shared many things, including women, in those days and our friendship stayed strong after we were discharged. I moved to California, he to Texas. But once a year we got together on some acreage in Colorado that belonged to my family. It was our male bonding week and we always went alone, even though I was married and he had a long-term girlfriend.
Our trip was always in the same week in January. We would hunt a little sometimes, cross country ski on the 100+ acre property, complete with a couple of ponds and several streams, and hang out in the cabin drinking and swapping stories. It was always fun, even if we were just hanging out.
We'd talk shit about any subject but particularly about women and sex. Nothing was off limits and we often talked about swapping partners, me fucking his girlfriend Lori and he fucking my wife, Dee. We even talked about the two women getting together for sex while we watched. Both women were attractive and we both had great sex lives.
In those days David and I were in great shape. He stands 5'10" tall and weighed about 200 pounds at the time. He worked out when he could and had very little fat on him. I (my name is Steve) was 6'1" and at the time weighed a lean, muscular 190. I worked out nearly every day and ran 25 miles a week.
The cabin had two bedrooms, that were identical, on opposite sides of the living room. Many a night following a good drunk and some great stories I'd gone to my room, stripped off my clothes, and jerked off. We never talked about it but I always knew he did the same.
We always stayed a week, arriving on Saturday and departing on the following Saturday. We always took two weeks of supplies - ever since that one winter when we nearly got snowed in. Better to be safe than sorry.
Anyway, on one particular trip when we were in our 30s, something happened that changed our January vacations forever.
We had gone out on a beautiful sunny morning to do some cross country skiing. The sun was bright but the temperature in that Colorado mountain area was down around zero. The exercise kept us warm and we skied to a corner of the property with which we were unfamiliar. We stopped to rest and I took off my skis for a few minutes. I had to pee.
I walked a few feet from my skis to empty my bladder. I laughed and told David to watch because I was going to write my name. We weren't shy around each other about nudity. As I said, in the service we had shared a few women and we'd done some skinny dipping and naked hot tubbing as well. Seeing each other's cocks, both soft and hard, was no big deal.
When I finished and zipped up I noticed something a little further away that caught my interest although, for the life of me I can't remember now what it was. I waded through the 6 inch deep snow toward whatever it was and heard a crack under my feet. I stopped in my tracks, knowing it was ice.
"I could be in trouble," I said to David. "I'm on ice and it's cracking under me."
"Try to back up," he said.
I tried but the next thing I knew I was sitting on my ass in freezing water that was about 8 inches deep and moving. I'd found one of the streams quite by accident.
David snickered at my predicament initially but I made him understand the seriousness of it.
"Not funny. I'm soaked to the bone, it's zero degrees and we're three miles from the cabin. I could have some real hypothermia issues if we don't get back soon."
He stopped laughing. "Of course, you're right. Sorry. Let's get you out of there."
I was wet from my upper back all the way to my feet. Because I was sitting, the front of me was wet from about my waist down. Needless to say it wasn't comfortable and my skin felt like pins and needles were poking me all over. David came over and offered me a hand, pulling me up and out of the water.
I strapped on my skis and we headed toward the cabin. The exercise helped a little but by the time we were back to the cabin I was shivering uncontrollably and my lips were blue. David got me in the cabin and said "Get out of those wet clothes and get into bed. I'll get the fire going, light the camp stove in the bedroom and get you an extra blanket. You're going to be OK."
I did as I was told, tossing my wet clothes on the floor, and crawled naked under the covers. The shivers seemed to get worse and my teeth were chattering. David, true to his word, had a fire going in minutes, brought the camp stove to the bedroom and lit it on the nightstand, and covered me with another blanket. He stood there looking at me for a minute then apparently made a decision.
The next thing I knew David had removed his clothing and was crawling under the covers with me.
