Pike’s Peak Part 2

Hot Chocolate, Cold Snow

After the long car ride, everyone was very thankful to get out of the (now incredibly) messy van. Jennifer opened the sliding side door and unbuckled a sleeping Danny. “We’re here,” she cheerfully said in that sort-of fake Mom voice.

Danny opened his eyes.

“Are you feeling any better?” Jennifer asked.

Danny groggily shook his head.

“How about some hot chocolate, boys?” the mother asked.

Lizzie and Allie looked at each other in disgust. “We’re heading to the bunny hills,” Allie told her parents. The girls pushed past the sickly twin boy and grabbed their skis from the back of the van before tearing off towards a snowy wonderland of ‘cute’ boys.

Andy, Mac, and Scott slowly got up from the back seats. There was still a wet spot from where Mac had his accident. Surprisingly, Mac still felt like he needed to pee. He was thankful that Scott’s family’s van was warm and his snowsuit was mostly dry now. His underwear and long johns were still soaking wet and he could smell pee from his accident. Mac was incredibly thankful that Scott and Andy weren’t making fun of him.

“Boys, you can head to the lodge with Jennifer. I’ve got to clean out the van before I hit the slopes,” Mike called from the front seat.

Danny felt incredibly bad about getting carsick. He was starting to wonder if it was more than just carsickness as he still felt queasy. He grabbed his skis out of the back of the van, as did the other boys.

“Danny, if you’re still not feeling well, you can have a sleep in the lodge for a bit,” Jennifer reassured him.

The boy nodded and whispered, “Thanks.”

The boys followed Jennifer to the little log cabin the family had rented. It had a couple of bedrooms for when the family stayed there over the Christmas break. Jennifer showed Danny to the bedroom where Scott and Allie usually slept and offered him Scott’s bed. Danny took off his slightly-puked-on snowsuit and slipped under the covers. Jennifer gave him a plastic mixing bowl and a bottle of water. “Just in case you feel like you’re gonna throw up…”

Danny shut his eyes and fell back to sleep.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Scott, Mac, and Andy were boiling water for instant hot chocolate that seemed plentiful. Mike had bought a case of it on sale a year ago because the kids always seemed to drink it before their vacations ended. He also liked to put it in his coffee, along with Baileys, in the mornings.

“I can’t believe my stupid sister is hanging out on the bunny hills. Doesn’t she know that’s for babies?” Mac groaned, shifting his weight from leg to leg.

“Pretty sure her and Allie are just trying to go on dates with Marco and Laurence. You know, those dumb football jocks,” Scott snickered.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Andy asked, grabbing at his crotch, “I’ve had to pee for like an hour!”

Mac suddenly remembered his urge to pee as well and squeezed his legs together.

“Down the hall between the bedrooms,” Scott pointed, noticing his other friend’s desperate urge out of the corner of his eye.

“Man, I can’t believe Danny puked that much,” Mac said, still dancing slightly.

“Yeah, he looked really sick,” Scott said.

“And, um, I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“For pissing in your car. I swear it was an accident. Shit…”

Scott shrugged, “It happens.”

The kettle had started to boil and Scott carefully poured it into the three large mugs, half full of instant hot chocolate mix.

Mac smiled and started sipping his drink.

“Aren’t you gonna mix it?!” Scott exclaimed in disgust.

“Nah. I like the big chunks of chocolate at the bottom.”

Scott made a sick face and stirred his until it was perfect.

Mac took another swig of his drink. “Man, I really need to piss again. When is Andy gonna be done in there?!”

Scott snickered. “He’s probably taking a shit.”

Mac grinned from ear to ear. He loved hearing Scott curse. His grin quickly faded as he felt another pang in his groin. He scrunched his legs together and put down his drink.

“Dude, you’d better not pee your pants again,” Scott grumbled.

Mac shut his eyes and grabbed his penis, waddling over to the bathroom. He knocked loudly on the old wooden door, “Andy! Yo, Andy, I really have to piss!” Mac shouted.

“Just a sec,” Andy called, zipping up his jeans and then pulling on his snow pants.

“Jesus, I’m gonna piss my pants!” Mac exclaimed, pulling at his crotch. He heard the sound of rushing water as Andy washed his hands. The sound of water made him even more desperate. He commenced a more vigorous pee-pee dance. He was ready to burst.

Just as he was about to let loose, Andy swung open the door. Mac rushed in behind him. He shut the door and struggled to pull down his snow pants. One of the buckles of the overalls was stuck! Mac danced, crossing one leg over the other, trying so hard to keep from leaking. He tugged at the buckle until it gave way and pulled down his pants as fast as he could. His very wet long johns and underwear had a convenient hole he could unbutton and he let loose a hard, desperate to be released stream of urine. Mac sighed a deep sigh.

After relieving himself, he pulled off the long johns and underwear and flushed his underwear down the toilet. He wiped out the long johns as best he could with a hand towel. He hated the feeling of skiing in wet pants. It was a feeling he hadn’t encountered since he was just five and his parents brought him to a nearby frozen lake to skate on. He was too scared to ask for the bathroom and ended up peeing himself in the middle of the ice. Nobody knew until he got home and his parents discovered his wet pants. Mac remembered his dad hitting him with a leather belt that night. He hadn’t wet his pants since.

Mac emerged from the bathroom, ready to take on the slopes.

“Do you want another hot chocolate?” Scott asked.

“Nah,” Mac sighed. He knew better than to have another drink this time, but watched as both Andy and Scott gulped down another large mug of instant chocolate. “Hope you’re ready for The Widowmaker.”

Scott raised an eyebrow, “There’s no way any of us can survive that one. Even my dad says he’s not experienced enough.”

Andy grinned from ear to ear. “I bet you both ten bucks I can survive it.”

“You’re too pussy to do it,” Mac challenged.

Andy rolled his eyes, “Stop talking about yourself!”

“I’m not a pussy. I just don’t want to die,” Mac snapped.

“Let’s just start off with the easy crap and then take on the more fun stuff. We’ve only got a few hours before we have to head back,” Scott suggested.

Andy and Mac both sighed and followed Scott out to the slopes.

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