Dieter was constantly looking around the room and contributed little to the conversation which was mostly about skiing and where they had visited and the runs they had made and the quality of the piste.Hans-Peter offered me another drink and went to the bar to order. I enjoyed watching him strip, He had a good body, slightly muscled and with no traces of fat at all. Gay porn Name were exchanged. It was time to free our dicks.I paced back slightly, reached down and pulled down his underpants, His cock sprang out of the material and uncoiled itself, his foreskin peeling down over his glans. I had no qualms about it. It was only when we had left the piste that he told me that the run was called “Harikiri”. He grasped at my fingers holding me in place. I agreed, but in the back of my mind, I was set against almost killing the guy during sex. During the next two days that Hans-Peter and Dieter were at the resort I didn’t see them together again.
