Chalet in snowstorm

Chalet in snowstorm

After a long day of skiing in the backcountry, François and Connor stop at a remote, rustic chalet for a hot drink. The tea is too strong and too plentiful, and Connor's small sensitive bladder soon aches. The storm outside intensifies, trapping them inside with an elderly couple who own the chalet. Connor, too shy to ask for the outdoor toilet, squirms on the wooden bench, crossing his legs and holding his crotch. François notices his distress and, fabricating some excuse, leads Connor outside into the blinding snow. The toilet is too far away, but they find a copse of thick spruce trees nearby, and despite the freezing wind, Connor is so desperate that he fumbles his pants down and pees immediately, a hissing stream steaming from his small cock against the snow. He leaks a bit onto his ski pants and fingers, and the damp fabric freezes stiff in moments. Back inside, Connor is humiliated, barely able to look at the elderly couple, even though they're very sweet and oblivious to his struggles. François thanks them for hospitality and cuts the evening short, alluding to the fact that him and Connor need to get home before the night begins. They ski back to their cabin in the dark, snow lashing their faces, Connor shivering in his frozen pants. At the cabin, François builds a roaring fire and draws a deep wooden bath. He undresses Connor carefully, noting his red-rimmed eyes, and climbs in behind him. He washes him gently, kissing his cold shoulders, murmuring in French until Connor's tension melts. In the warm water, François turns him, enters him slowly from behind, and fucks him with a patient, building rhythm. Connor's climax is sudden and explosive, a hands-free rush of thin watery come that clouds the bathwater, followed by François's hot release deep inside him. Focus on Connor's desperation, how he squirms, how he does the pee dance as they walk outside, how he leaks into his briefs, how small and damp his cock is, how shy she is afterwards. Describe in detail how François gently reassures him that there's nothing to be ashamed of, that it's ok to ask for help, that Connor's bladder size is not his fault, just a peculiarity of his organism. Make their sex in the hot bath a reverent culmination of François' care and tenderness towards Connor, with neck kisses from behind, hands caressing Connor's nipples, stomach, hips. Make François stimulate Connor's prostate at every thrust, make Connor whimper in response. Describe their orgasms in detail - Connor's, coming from deep inside his core, hole fluttering, and François' - his dick pulsing ropes of come deep inside Connor, warming him up. Make François talk to Connor in French mostly - both for sweet gentle reassurance and for dirty talk.