As I have written before, in l954, I was in the army and stationed in Salzburg, Austria. I had been stationed in Austria before, in l948 - 50. At that time, I was living in the beautiful resort village of Zell am See and I was able to learn how to ski. Over the years, I had been able to learn how to ski very well. I loved to ski, but what I really did love was the cute guys in their tight fitting ski pants. Those pants showed great bodies, big basket and nice tight asses on the guys. This was always a fetish for me. I loved the old style of Ski Pants and what was in them!

During the winter months, the American army would at times, schedule the "Ski Train" that would go to different places that were outstanding ski resorts. I heard that the Ski Train was going to northern Italy and I wanted to go. My ticket cost included all meals, hotel, and the berth in a sleeper on the train and ski lift tickets. I made reservations and on a cold Friday evening, I had my dinner then went to the train station and boarded the Ski Train. The train pulled out as the porter showed me to my berth. I walked around the train as it chugged through the high mountains, heading to Italy. The train was loaded with studs - all dressed in ski pants - showing those great baskets and cute asses. I was in heaven again.

Early the next morning (Saturday) we pulled into the ski resort town of Cortina d' Ampezzo, Italy. A few years earlier this site was where the Olympic Ski events took place. The village was beautiful and had some large and beautiful hotels. The village streets were covered with snow, as was the whole countryside. We were taken to a large hotel to spend Saturday night. As soon as I found my room at the hotel, I took my skis and headed for the ski sloops.

The first run was fun and great. I loved sailing down that mountainside as the wind blew through my hair. I continued skiing and was able to meet an Italian stud (about 35) that was with his wife and son. This stud was a turn on and showed a great basket and ass. I really wanted him. Just looking at him made me horny as hell. I went to lunch and back to the sloops for more skiing.

The Italian stud was skiing at the same time, so since his wife and son were back in the warm hotel, he and I skied together. We had a great time skiing together and had a few laughs. He said he had to take a piss, so we both went to the men's room. Once there, I stood beside him and watched as he pulled his dick out and took a leak. Yes, he noticed that I was watching and seemed to not care, since he took his time in putting it back into his pants. He even was shaking it a few extra times before he put it away. Then we went back to skiing.

Soon the afternoon passed and the temperature turned very cold. I returned to my hotel. That evening I had a great dinner at the hotel, had a drink at the bar with the other soldiers that were there skiing, then took a walk around the village. Checking if anything was available. I found it!

I entered a club to grab a glass of wine