Escape to the mountains

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It was an icy morning at the resort. James and I had just woken up from a great sleep. I was sprawled out across my queen sized bed, and James was across his. Both James and I are quite heterosexual, we’ve had tons of girlfriends and tons of hot sex with those girls. James and I are room-mates back at University in Edmonton. It was shaping up to be like any other time we went to the mountains, out of bed, eat, drive to the hill, snowboard all day, come back, sleep.

I stripped out of my boxers and strut across the hotel room towards the shower. James and I have been best friends since birth so we’re totally fine being naked around each other…plus, as I already mentioned, we aren’t gay or anything so what’s the big deal? I turned on the shower and steam began to fill the bathroom. As the warm water ran over my athletic body I took a deep breath in, and breathed a sigh of relaxation. I reached for the soap, but couldn’t see any. Annoyed I slid open the glass shower door, and stepped out. Standing also naked at the mirror, washing his face was James. He had such a beautiful body. He regularly worked out, but wasn’t an iron monkey by any means. The muscles on his chest were all clearly visible, even through the steamy haze of the room. I don’t recall how long I was staring at him, but I remember my eyes fixated on his perfectly formed bum when he suddenly said “uhhh, Justin? You okay man?” Dripping wet, and naked I awkwardly managed to squeak out that I was just looking for some soap. He smiled, and handed me a wrapped bar of hotel soap.