Meeting Åke and Ben
It was the next morning that we woke up to find that Per had been up for a while and gone into the town to buy Norwegian pastries for our Scandinavian breakfast. He seemed very happy and was waling around in just a pair od tight shorts. I admired his very sexy arse. I would have liked some more muscle on his body but he was a handsome guy and not one to dismiss.
When Markku came up, he seemed to be walking a bit tenderly. I said nothing but, in my mind, I wanted to know what he meant by Tom’s load and a Tom model. I wondered if he meant Tom Ford. After breakfast we went to hire a car to drive around the area of Kristiansund and every now and again Stephen would ask to stop and to look at a village and we’d walk around with Stephen looking to see if there was anyone who might have looked like his mother. We generally drew a blank over the two days we travelled around, but it was interesting and Stephen seemed happy. I was a bit disappointed that we didn’t see any hunks like Stephen.
From Kristiansund we sailed down to Copenhagen. This was where Markku was most helpful, navigating the islands and avoiding the much larger cargo traffic and shipping lanes that we were crossing against. Per was helpful in that he knew a great berthing area where we could set up for a couple of days.
In Copenhagen we were not looking for family history but we did enjoy the outdoor café life, the old shopping precincts, the Mermaid, very special to me with Zennor’s mermaid legend, and the friendliness of the Danish people. We had a great farewell meal at the Hard Rock Café and then set off to sail to Sweden. This was important to me as I hoped that I’d find out about my Swedish ancestor, in Nykoping.
Sailing around the Southern Swedish coast I had a little time with Markku and I asked him about the Tom reference he’d called out during the fuck session earlier.
“Oh”, he said a little surprised, “It’s Tom of Finland”.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
“You know the porn drawings of the big muscled guy, named Kake, by Tom of Finland, don’t you know them”?
I was lost, until Markku explained some more and did a search online for examples.
“Stephen looks just like the guys that Tom draws in his fantasies. Tall, handsome, very muscled and huge cocks”.
Looking at Markku’s phone and from what he was able to show me I could see what he meant. The drawings seemed very sixties and seventies, and the guys, all over sized but I could see the resemblance to Stephen and as Markku pointed out there were some who looked a bit like me. I’ll admit I got quite a hard on looking at the drawings and I had to call Stephen to the deck to come and look.
He hadn’t heard of the guy either, and his opinion was that the drawings were very American. Markku assured us that the guy Tom who was the artist was very much Finnish but had moved to the US in the fifties and based his drawings on guys he knew from Finland and California. They were all ideally tall, muscled and over hung. Stephen laughed when Markku told him that he looked like a Tom model.
Stephen promised that we’d find some of the drawings on line when we got back home from Scandinavia.
Markku had another surprise for us. He had contacted a guy he knew in Stockholm who had agreed to come to help us. “You’ll like him. He’s a Swedish-Australian guy, so speaks Swedish and English and can help with translations and so on. He’s very cute, very Scandinavian in looks, very tidy, a good sexy body, very thick and long cock, versatile, and like playing around too. I’ve used him a few times with other clients and had no complaints at all. He’s 30 years old and is called Åke. Markku pronounced the name like Oar-ker and spelled the name explaining the letter A with the circle on top.
Markku and Per were well worth the money, they helped up so much with navigation and local communications with the Coastguards and took their time at the helm without complaint and were great when it came to sex as well.
We arrived at the small harbour at Nykoping, where I was surprised but satisfied to see a large number of private yachts and cruisers moored there. We were lucky to have booked a berth. We couldn’t get to the centre of the city as there are low bridges which was a pity but we were not too far from the centre. I was also surprised by the pronunciation of the city it being spoken as N-Shopping! Oh the joys and mysteries of languages.
A couple of calls on the mobile phone eventually made contact with Åke who was going to join us later in the evening. Per and Markku insisted that he could share the bed in the second cabin with them.
I had wanted to tour the city and get my bearings of some public buildings and was pleased at the local architecture and layout. The city is small but not at all hilly. The people looked just like normal Scandinavians that I had seen when I was in Sweden for a couple of summers during my time at Bristol University.
The four of us found a great restaurant and spent a fortune on the meal and drinks. Sweden is an expensive country to dine out in.
We were back at the yacht by eight thirty and not long after we had arrived Åke turned up, and was greeted warmly by Markku and Per. Looking at the new guy I could see why he had such a reputation. He was stunningly handsome. I could see that Stephen’s eyes poured all over him and admittedly so did mine. I was more than internally delighted that he was going to help me with my research. We shook hands and there was definitely electricity between us, more so than when I did the Thai trick of scratching my big finger against the palm of his hand as we withdrew hands showing that there was an attraction, and yes he was tall; in fact he was my height at one metre ninety. This pleased Stephen as well who though even taller than me at two metres and put up with me even though he preferred guys taller than him.
His eyes were very blue and his hair and facial skin exuded good health. Åke then shook hands with Stephen and it was very noticeable that they held hands for a lot longer then necessary. For a moment I wondered if we were going to get any family research done this trip.
Åke turned to talk to us about the cruiser and the interior, and how he could help me in my research. He had a distinct Australian voice, I found out later that his father was Australia and his mother Swedish. We made our way to the dining area and pulled out a bottle of red wine. Something that would cost a mortgage in Sweden but we had bought back in the UK and stocked up on for the voyage to the Baltic.
Markku and Per left us early leaving Åke alone with us. No doubt they had an idea what would happen between the three of us. We chatted about our respective histories and Stephen suggested opening another bottle of wine but when Åke asked if we had any sprit, we made the usual suggestions of what we had on board, but he said he had a bottle of Swedish ‘brännvin’ a form of eaux-de-vie or schnapps which he pulled out of his bag.
Fortunately, we had some vodka shot glasses and Åke poured out three samples as he called them but were in fact were full glasses. His dark blue eyes shone as he handed us both the brimming glasses, careful not to spill any on the table, even though the bat was swaying slightly.
“SKÅL” he shouted and took a quarter or so of the liquor. I was glad he did as I am used to drinking vodka the Russian way by knocking the whole shot back. It tasted slightly of caraway or fennel, I couldn’t make up my mind. Then Åke pulled out some berries and cheese from his bag.
“We usually have a little something to eat. Something light. It helps later when things can get a little more physical”. He gave us a knowing look and my hopes for getting this handsome man in bed with us suddenly rose to a certainty.
We moved from the table to the sofa and the three of us got comfortable with Åke in between the two of us. He was shorter than both of us at about six foot but he had a great body on him and his looks were astounding.
We chatted a while and Åke poured us another brännvin, and we wished a heart good health to each other.
“I brought this as a gift for you guys to welcome you to Sweden. Per and Markku have told me all about you and your likes and dislikes. I’m looking forward very much to finding out about them”.
He stretched out on the sofa pushing his legs well forward and leaned backwards so that he was almost like a plank of wood lying stiffy on the chair. It was so inviting. What really stood out was the huge bulge at his groin. Totally unmissable and if I was correct it was throbbing beneath the material of his trousers.
“You guys are so much bigger that I imagined and you are both so desirable”. The liquor seemed to have loosened his tongue, but I was to find out during our few days together, our new friend was something of a open minded person and direct when it came to talking about sex.
His hands which had been behind his head now dropped onto both our thighs, very close to our own bulging crutches.
“Hum, I think there is something of a mutual attraction here”. He announced. “Do we play here or go somewhere a little more private, like a bedroom”?
Stephen stood up and grabbed Åke’s hand and pulled him up forcibly so that the two guys bodies were together and looked down on the Swedish-Aussie.
“We both want you and will take you the way we want. You’ll have to submit to everything we want. Nothing painful but very sexual”. He told him firmly, his deep bass voice rumbling.
I stood up behind Åke, pushing my crutch into his rear, and reached forward to cop a feel of the massive bulge I noticed earlier. He guy was certainly big and he was also very hard.
Somehow, we shuffled our captive into the bedroom still holding him tight against our bodies, not that we knew he was going to try to escape. As soon as we had closed the door, we released him and Stephen told him to ‘get naked’.
The thirty-year-old was practically throwing his clothes off and I was delighted to get a great view of his arse which was well exercised and hard muscled and smooth. In fact, his body was totally smooth except for trimmed pubic hair which was also dark blond like his head hair. Not only was his rear attractive but all of him was wonderfully shaped with hardly an ounce of fat on him with a deep cleft on his well-developed chest and a great set of defined abs and great arms and legs. I was really going to enjoy contact with this guy. His nip ring on his right nipple, was most probably gold plated, with a ball weight at the bottom, wasn’t one of those thick metalled ones that hung heavy on the nipple but a more delicate decorative ring.
I was pleased that he only had the single piercing. I usually break out laughing when I see two nip rings, only because I once heard someone compare a guys chest as needing a curtain rail.
What really stood out though was his cock. It was one of the thickest I’d ever seen in a long time, definitely seven inches circumference. Wonderfully veined, with a very thick urethra standing out under his cock definitely close to three quarters of an inch thick and a very sexy foreskin, unfurled about three-quarters of the way back from the tip and standing totally erect with the glans about an inch away from his flat belly. Underneath the eight inch plus cock were a pair of medium sized balls, shaved, and tight to his cock.
Åke accepted our groping of his body, cock and arse and our kisses. My own cock was aching for release and each time Åke faced me and kissed me he was eagerly groping my cock which didn’t help.
“Give me a chance to see you guys naked too”, he half pleaded. “I want to see those hot bodies and what I’ve heard are massive cocks”.
Again, it was Stephen who gave the instruction to him. “I want to watch you strip Gerren. Take off all his clothes but don’t touch him”. Åke seemed to really enjoy the order, going by the smile of his face and the gleam in his eyes. For the first time I noticed the tiny smile lines, which added some cuteness to his face. He first pulled off my T-shirt, the one I had bought at the Hard Rock Café in Copenhagen.
I recalled Stephen’s instruction that Åke was not to touch me but it didn’t mean that I couldn’t touch him. I rubbed my hands over both sets of his hard abs and up to his chest to the dark excitedly raised nipples pointed forward from his hard chest and pinched them hard gripping the pierced one hard, and twisting it nearly one hundred and eighty degrees. There was a slight weakening of his knees and a gasp from him but he soon recovered enough to undo the belt on my bulging denim shorts.
He undid the button on the top and very slowly pulled down the zip over my crutch and opened up the material to reveal my jock, the one that Mike and Carl had given me that stretched the material forwards to obscenely show off the length and thickness of my cock. As the denim shorts fell to the floor my cock sprang forward filling the expandable material and almost hitting Åke’s face.
He moved back slightly, remembering Stephen’s instruction not to touch and to get a full view of my encased bulge. As soon as he got a better view of it all he just said “Fuck, that’s massive”, his Aussie accent broad and unmistakable, as I lifted up each foot for him to remove the shorts.
Then he reached around to my back, and slipped his thumbs inside the jock material and ran them around the band slowly pulling the material down lower until his was almost at my dick and then he pulled it totally down releasing my cock from the confines of the material and letting it spring up vertically and slapping my lower belly before falling back to the horizontal.
This time Åke gave out a moan and swallowed before licking his lips in total desire. Again, I stepped out of the material and gave his nipples another hard tug, this time flicking my index finger over the nip ring, making it rise upwards.
Stephen then took a firm grip of Åke’s head, his huge hand holding the skull through the close cropped dark blond hair and pushing the head backwards making the Swedish-Aussie look up at him.
From his position on his knees, Stephen must have looked like a mountain, with his huge chest broad shoulders massive arms and his overall two metres of height. Foremost in view was the view of the huge protuberance in his shorts. I. standing naked in front of him could see that Stephen was really interested in Åke, by the fixed and determined look in his eyes and the sexy grin on his handsome face.
“Now you can strip me. Start with my shorts”.
Interesting I thought, but if I knew my husband as I should I would not be surprised by whatever he had in his mind.
Åke reached up to undo the top button, and Stephen stopped him.
“No, you can only use your teeth. If you want what we have, you can only use your teeth to strip me”.
It wasn’t a command or order. It was spoken gently but firmly, more of a polite request. My cock pulsed in the air at this bidding, I suppose you’d call it. I remembered that Stephen asked me the same years ago, not long after we had first me and I enjoyed the experience very much especially when pulling down his tight underwear over his totally excited and engorged cock.
To give credit to Åke, he tried his very best. The most difficult part was undoing the top button but he eventually succeeded. I suppose he was grateful that the fly wasn’t made of buttons but was a zipper. He succeeded in gripping the tag with his teeth and pulled down the slider right down to the bottom.
However, the shorts didn’t fall down. The material was tight against Stephen’s massive glutes and Åke had to shuffle around the back to grab the top band and pull them down. He managed to pull the rear down by a couple of inches but then had to return to the front where he used some initiative and pulled down on the seams of the shorts, as difficult as it was given that the cloth was so tight against Stephen’s huge lats.
I watched the strip show admiring the upper body of Åke, especially his cheat heaving up and down as he caught his breath.
But he succeeded by scrambling on his knees to both legs and to the rear to work the shorts down. Equally not as easy as it would sound given the pressure Stephen’s colossal cock was pushing against the shorts.
Åke, overwhelmingly turned on by the experience tried to jack on his cock but again, firmly, Stephen told him to leave his cock alone.
“We’re not wanting you to shoot too early. We really want to enjoy you for a long, long time. Hope you’re into long sessions”. Stephen rumbled sexily.
There was a pleasurable groan, from below.
Eventually there was success, and the shorts fell to Stephen’s feet. Stephen was commando and his cock sprang upwards unfurling like a released cobra. There was a further whimper from Åke.
He blew out his excited breath and exclaimed, “They were telling me the truth. I didn’t believe them and thought it was a ruse to get me here. Yeah, but Wow”. His Aussie accent slightly quavering. He looked back at me. “Now I’m more determined than ever to help find your relative cos if they are like you then I want to know them all, especially the men”.
“you’re going to have to service these men first”, Stephen told him lifting up one leg for Åke to remove the shorts with his teeth.
Still following the instruction not to touch us, he now had to remove the very tight T-shirt off of Stephen’s body. Given Stephen’s height, this was not going to be easy but the guys did his best and enjoyed rubbing his face against the abs and nips as he pulled up the material with his teeth.
He was helped at least by Stephen stretching his arms forward to finally remove the T-shirt and finally all three of us were naked together.
I was more than ready and eager for a roll around on the bed with our handsome guest and by the lascivious look in Stephen’s eyes so was he.
Åke remained on his knees as he had been told to do his arms by his side and expectant cock swinging and bobbing in the air. A juicy line of pre-cum slowly making its viscous way to the floor.
“Come on guys let’s hit the bed and get to it. We couldn’t have hit the bed quicker. Åke on his back, with Stephen sucking on his over thick cock. I was beside the handsome and eager Åke, kissing him deeply and working his nips hard, as we both explored our upper bodies. It was a struggle but the Swede was very eager to get to my cock almost begging me to let him get to it.
It was worth letting him go as he took my cock into his mouth issuing a deep moan of satisfaction as he swirled his tongue around my exposed glans, titillating the head and sending wonderful sensations through my cock and body, and then demonstrating the supreme skill of going right down on my shaft to my balls in one thrust almost making me jump upwards off the mattress as his warm and wet mouth and throat surrounded all of my dick. He gave a deep hum of satisfaction and started to pump his throat on my cock. I looked down to see his handsome face and hot body down below me and pulsed my cock a few times.
He released me to get a gulp of air and told me it was superb and the sort of cock he just love working on. I had a good feeling that Markku was right that the guy was versatile. Stephen and I were going to enjoy making him our bottom for the night, and ‘the night’ was right. I didn’t care if we were still at it when the sun rose.
The second time he came up for air, Åke told Stephen to keep sucking, and that it was great and that he wanted to have the biggest dick in the room down his throat too.
I looked at Stephen and grinned, signalling that the guy was a great cocksucker, though I just wondered if he’d be able to deepthroat Stephen’s much thicker and longer cock than mine. I also want to have a taste of Åke’s cock and to get my tongue and lips against his arsehole which I hadn’t seen yet.
After a round of kissing and groping of bodies we changed positions and I got my wish to suck on the Swede’s cock. My god it was actually thicker than Stephen’s meat if not as long by a good couple of inches. Anyone who could take that fat thing in their arsehole would be well rewarded with a fantastic fuck. It was the equivalent of two smaller cocks double fucking in one go.
I licked around the head, enjoying the taste and aroma of the cock and worshiped the shaft taking good care of the base down by the balls and the very thick urethra which I push my tongue against very hard. When it came to trying to suck the thing I was suddenly appreciative of snakes with their hinged jaws, wishing I had one as well. I really had to open my mouth as wide as I could to get the head into my mouth and my lips were honestly stretched around the shaft. I had to withdraw to lubricate my lips with my spit to help get just a small amount of my mouth around the fat rod.
I’ve long known that I can’t deep throat, it’s a skill I’ve never mastered and I hope its something that my tongue action can satisfy a hugely dicked guy. Stephen has always been so understanding that I just can’t do it. He says I make up for it by taking all of him in my arse when we fuck. But Åke’s shaft was even thicker. Stephen had just swallowed all of it to the root and I was lucky if I got more than a couple of inches in my mouth.
At the other end, Åke was giving Stephen the deep throating of a lifetime and both guys were loving every second of it, judging by the growls of satisfaction by Stephen and the head bobbing of Åke. I was happy to hold onto the fat and titanium hard shaft and try to lick to give some satisfaction but I really wanted something more special.
I wanted the gorgeous guy’s arsehole.
To get there I had to manoeuvre the guys around so that Åke was now face fucking Stephen from above and I could open up the heavily muscled cheeks wide to get at the pink hole.
Now I love my husband’s arsehole very much. I love licking it, sucking on it and filling it with my cock but Åke’s hole was sensational. Totally clear of hair, like an Asian’s hole smooth pink muscle and puckering in anticipation of what was to come.
Usually, I like to tease a hole by gently breathing against it and giving gentle jabs with my tongue. Forget that I was going to do the usual. I just dived right in there, forcing my face into his crevice and pushing my tongue against the hole and opening up the sphincter.
To give him his due, Åke called out joyously at my initial attack and relaxed the muscle immediately allowing me to lap my tongue, cat-like and start to feed his hole with my spit. His humping of Stephen’s face continued for a while and he pulled out pushing his arse against my face, and then turning to me to kiss me.
“Fucking wonderful Mate”, he exclaimed. “I just love a good rimming. Come on Stephen help me eat out Gerren’s hole. Bet he loves receiving as much as he seems to enjoy giving.
For the next few minutes there was mutual rimming of our holes with Åke also going down on Stephen’s hole as well and in between we were kissing deeply with plenty of tongue, tasting each of our own arse juice on our faces, lips and tongues.
It was while we were kissing that Stephen told Åke that he wanted to fuck him and fuck him long and hard and that I wanted to fuck him too.
He grinned in expectation. “You guys can fuck me all night in all sorts of positions. I want those huge cocks inside of me so bad. I don’t care how many times we fuck and shoot. I’ve got enough stamina for a very long session. I don’t care if we keep the guys next door awake all night, I just want you two studs in me. Do your best or worst guys”.
This was music to Stephen’s ears, immediately he was looking at me with that look of his. One of determination and expectation. He rubbed two fingers against the side of his nose as he stared at me. I knew what the signal meant.
The guys went into a sixty-nine with Stephen rimming Åke, and receiving a deep throat in return. I rubbed my cock against the arse cheeks of the attractive Swede with Stephen taking advantage to give me a very wet blow job in preparation. Two of Stephen’s very thick and lengthy fingers entered the hole followed by a very deep third finger. He twisted his fingers about and then pulled the arse cheeks aside widening the hole ready for my wet cock to enter.
Oh, the joy of being inside the man was superb. He wasn’t tight but thankfully not loose either. I was able to get the first five inches of my cock inside quite easily, hitting the G-spot and giving Åke a great thrill.
Then joy of joys, I felt Stephen’s tongue lapping my balls as I fucked, and then after a bit of a shift underneath, I felt his tongue against the underside of my cock as I shafted hard and fast. Slowly but surely I was able to thrust my cock in deeper, getting great looks and encouragement as my fuckee, sucked on my husband’s cock.
Stephen also encouraged me telling me to give it to him and deeper and harder. I was not fucking so hard that I was pushing the body forward too.
“Offer him your cock Gerren”. Stephen told me. It took me a second or two to get what he meant but I did it, pulling out from his hole, looking at the muscle gaped open and slowly collapsing back to the close position.
I walked around to Åke, deep throating Stephen’s ten inches holding my cock to his face. He didn’t need telling. The pig let go of Stephen and in one thrust swallowed my cock deep into his well opened throat and tightened his lips around my base and slowly let my cock slide out of his throat and mouth as if it was a banana he was playing deep throat with. Licking my cockhead superbly with his tongue he swallowed it all again and repeated the action before going back down on Stephen again.
Walking back around, I saw Stephen licking the fucked hole and I offered my cock again to the hole and Stephen filled his tongue with spit and lay his tongue against the anus lubricating my cock as I slid back in again. Åke again called out in joy and continued throating Stephen’s cock.
“Want your turn in here”? I called out to Stephen. It wasn’t so much a question of if he wanted to have a fuck but if this was the time for him to get a feel of the ace hole.
I didn’t get an answer, instead Åke was almost thrown off Stephen’s body with his mouth still threequarters deep in his throat and Stephen bounced to lie flat on the bed and man-handling the smaller guy onto his mammoth cock, facing him. I straddled Stephen facing Åke who eagerly dived down on my cock taking it right down his throat as before and fucked his face on it.
The bottom guy was very agile when fucking himself on Stephen’s meat and sucking on mine and jacking his own substantial cock too. The handsome dark blond though was not as hard on his own hole as Stephen would have liked. And it wasn’t too long before he had Åke on all fours and ploughing him from behind with the forcefulness he enjoyed giving others, which his hard, deep and rough.
I was now standing in front of the guys feeding my cock into the bottom’s throat and he was grunting hard as Stephen knocked the wind out of his lungs.
“Tasting time”. Stephen called out as he withdrew his cock and moved around to replace my cock in Åke’s hot mouth. Again he sucked deep on the wet cock enjoying the taste of his own well fucked arse, before Stephen had enough and was back inside his hole fucking and I was fucking the face.
Again there was a change of position. This time, the guys embraced facing each other as Åke sat back on the hugeness of Stephen’s cock with ease. I liked this position as now I could get access to Stephen’s cock and return his earlier favour and lick his balls and cock as he fucked.
To start with I was given access to the cock to suck and lick and taste the hole before having the pleasure of re-feeding the cock back inside but Stephen insisted after my first few tastes that it was Åke who had to have his turn on cleaning and re-lubing the cock. I tried to join in with Åke, but Stephen told me to come to him and kiss him instead.
Stephen pushed Åke down onto the bed so that he was now on top of the bed and was fucking him from above. In a move that I knew Stephen would approve of I sat on Åke’s face, and was now able to get at Stephen’s hot nips with my hands and teeth. It was what Stephen called ‘making the circle’ when all the guys in a group had some sort of sexual contact with each other.
We were now getting quite noisy and sweaty, and Stephen wrapped his huge arms around Åke, and flung him over with his cock still deep inside so that he was now below the bottom who was now riding the cock. I presented my cock again to Åke and was giving a really wet blow job at Stephen’s encouragement.
Then still holding tight to the body above him with one arm Stephen reached down to his cock and was putting a couple of fingers also inside the hole.
For a moment there was some resistance from Åke and the mood in the room seemed to change to seriousness momentarily and then Åke seemed to relax and Stephen, facing me from below smiled and gave me a slight nod.
I went behind the guys to see a wonderful sight. My husbands massive cock stretching the bottoms smooth hole widely, with a couple of fingers above his cock pulling the hole wider. Instinctively I went down and started to slobber on the cock and hole before kneeling up behind the arse full of cock and fingers and pushed my cock against the hole.
Stephen withdrew his fingers when he felt I was there and put his arm around Åke’s back assisting his other arm in holding him in place.
“Kiss me”. Stephen told Åke. The guys locked lips furiously as I pushed my cock into the hole, loving the total tightness of the hole. There was no resistance at all. The lube from my spit worked well and I didn’t have to pull out to re-lube my cock.
“Go on Gerren”, Stephen urged.
I could feel Stephen’s cock now gently fucking the hole against my cockhead. Just a small movement of an inch or so back and forth. There was no sigh or resistance from Åke, just a small adjustment of position maybe to make himself feel more comfortable. I pushed in further, maybe another couple of inches and then felt resistance.
I called out words of comfort, determined to let Åke, get used to the sensation of a double fuck. Stephen increased the length of the stroke of his, the lower cock and I held still. There was now a moan from Åke during the near constant kisses. I’d noticed that the kissing hadn’t stopped all through the start of my invasion.
Then there was the break,
“You’re doing great mate”. Stephen told him and he replied that he was still fine.
“Do you want to try more”? There was a nod of the head and a hum of agreement.
“His cock is still fucking hard”. Stephen told me before the kissing re-started. Stephen kept gently fucking the hole as I now pushed in further. There was a brief call of ‘ah’ from Åke and I stopped but the he managed to say OK. Now I started fucking, my cock rubbing against Stephen’s and loving the sensation. I wished I could see both our cocks entering the very tight hole or see the handsome face and body as we gave him the supreme sensation that two guys can give a third.
Now that we both fucked him there was more of a response from Åke. He tried to raise himself higher and lean back to face me and to kiss me. It didn’t work but I could now release my hold of his trim waist and reach in front to hold his fat dick which to my amazement was totally hard and to give it a wank.
Then behind me I heard a noise coming from the bedroom door. It was not from any movement of the cruiser, I knew it. Then I heard something fall on the floor, followed by a muffled moan. The sound continued in bursts and I guessed what it was, and then I heard the door close.
One or both of the guys had been watching us. I kept quiet about it with the others, though I suspected that Stephen had noticed it too.
I had just over more than half my cock inside of Åke, it was just about all he could take, but the feeling of Stephens cock against mine was one I liked. Usually when we double fucked, I was the bottom fucker and Stephen had the extra excitement of plunging his hugeness hard into the bottoms arse. Tonight was different. I was the top. I also had a feeling that this was Åke’s first double fuck, if not the first in a long, long time. I wondered if he had been in a DP with other guys as a top? Man, I’d love to see his thick cock in a hole with another, preferable with Stephen’s monstrosity. We’d had resistance to a DP from Markku and Per. I’d have to have a chat with Åke.
He was asked if he’d like to stop or change.
“Let’s relax a little”, he suggested. We had been in action for a couple of hours and none of us admitted to being tired. We lay on the bed with Åke in the centre, slowly jacking off.
“I’ve never tried that before”, he admitted, “The guys told me that you’d asked them so I suspected you might try it with me and I was keen to give it a go. It was all right, but I now know that I prefer to top a guy with another”. Question answered.
“I know something else about you guys”. I wondered what else our other guests had been saying about us.
“What’s that”? Stephen grumbled.
“You both shoot huge loads. Is that true”?
We both nodded and Ake sat up excitedly.
“I want to see it; can you build yourselves up to doing it for me? I love being covered in cum”.
“Depends on what is happening and has happened”. Stephen advised him.
“Plenty of kissing, rimming, nip play, ball licking, and fucking helps”. I told him
“Or just being together”. Stephen smiled at me, “Or watching the other with someone else sometimes”.
“Lying back and chatting about it doesn’t go down very well with us”, I added, giving some impetus to more action.
I walked down to the bedroom door and felt the floor. It was wet, confirming my suspicion that we’d had a voyeur.
I told the guys.
“Most probably Per, he’s the dirty minded pig”. Åke revealed.
“We’ll get him tomorrow”, Stephen was determined to have some fun. “But for now….”.
We returned to a three way kiss before exchanging blow jobs on each other.
“Up for a fuck”? Stephen proposed.
“Just one at a time please”, Åke was happy for that. So we started again, Stephen first and then myself giving the sexy Swede a hot ride each and sucking wet cocks again and kissing deeply. This time there was more body play with licking and nip play, and I chewed the pierced nip hard with my teeth, and we tag teamed and spit-roasted our guest to his delight.
After some time, he announced that he needed to shoot. “My balls are screaming for release. We asked what he wanted. He’d love to have Stephen sit on his face so he could rim and have me rim his hole at the same time. And so we did it. Stephen sat above his face and he licked away at the balls and hole of my lover as I raised up his legs and licked away at his well fucked hole.
He was jacking away on his cock, smearing his lube over his cockhead with a round twisting motion and suddenly he was calling that he was about to shoot, I reached forward and grabbed at his nips, pulling at the weighted nip ring downwards and pushed my face into his arse licking deep and no doubt Stephen sat deeper on his face, wanking his cock when I felt Åke’s hole tighten and then loosen, and he was ejaculating his load. It wasn’t the hard and fast extreme shot that we have but it was a decent load all over his sexy abs and some slightly against Stephen’s arse cheeks.
Stephen sat off his face to get a look, and told Åke that he’d have to lick his load off his backside. Getting his breath back Åke told Stephen to present his arse to him to clean it up, giving Stephen a few extra strokes of his tongue deeper against his hole. I scraped off as much of the cum from his belly with my fingers and got him to eat his own load and getting him to show that he had swallowed it all.
He then came onto me, kissing me deeply and jacking my cock. Stephen told him that it was usually me who shot his load last. It was always worth the wait. So, the attention switched to Stephen.
Stephen and I knelt on the bed facing each other our cocks rubbing against each other, kissing deeply and working each other’s nips, hard; the way we like it. Åke was having a great time alternatively deep throating us.
Stephen came to nibble my ears and gently whispered what we were going to do.
I left Stephen to allow Åke full access to Stephen’s monster and lay backwards under Stephen’s cock and balls sucking them both and being able to get a close look at Åke deep throating. Stephen’s balls tightened and he pushed the sucker off his cock and moved him back even further away, his mouth wide open and tongue eagerly stretching forward to try to capture and cum headed his way.
Stephen didn’t let Åke or myself down. Stroking his cock slowly, he aimed it right at Åke’s face. Silently, he let loose. The first stream splattering all over the expectant face with one hell of a lot of force. Maybe it was the surprise or shock of the first blow that made Åke fall back further away. The streams of hot cum continued, to fly towards the handsome Swedes face and hot body landing on his big chest, with one stream landing right over a nipple.
As the flying cum subsided, Åke leaned forward almost on all fours and took the still pulsing cock in his mouth. Looking up from my position below Stephen I almost shot my load watching his enormous shaft throbbing in Åke’s mouth as streams of cum dribbled down the handsome sucker’s face and chest. It was better than a porn video.
I was hauled up off the bed and placed between the two guys, Stephen behind me his massive arms around my chest as he pinched and twisted my nips and again Åke sucking my cock, his face still covered in cum.
The guy was suck a good sucker that it didn’t take long for me to be ready to shoot after he had cradled my balls.
I called out that I was about to shoot. I felt Stephen look over my shoulder to watch as he called out to Åke to stop sucking and to get ready for another face full.
I felt his grip on my nips increase and I grabbed my dick to give it three or four pulls before I felt the first release. Letting go of my cock I let the juice fly onto Åke’s face. I felt the stream travel up my shaft as my cock bounced in the air. I heard Stephen call out a ‘yeah’, and Åke shout out ‘Man’. A zinging sound went through my head and I felt nothing for a second as a high-pitched noise ran through my ears and I fell back against Stephen’s massive chest.
The next thing I remember was Stephen whispering in my ears that it was OK, every thing was OK, and being lowered onto the bed and Åke asking concernedly if I was OK, and Stephen replying that sometimes my orgasm was so intense that I would black out for a few seconds and that I’d be fine in few moments.
I felt a hand on my cock. It was Stephen. He could see that I was now fine. He was smiling at me with that wonderful loving prizewinning smile of his.
“Have a look at his face”. Was all he said. I looked at Åke, who still had a look of concern in his eyes but cum had covered him all over and was in his hair and one stream of my cum had covered a eye and was only prevented from going in his eye by the thickness of my cum and his eye lashes.
My only concern was how much I had cum.
“I don’t know lover”, Stephen told me gently, “It was coming out so fast and often that I lost count after five. I had a hunch then that you would have an episode then”.
Stephen reached over to our nightstand and picked up a towel and handed it to Åke. He gave his face a big wipe down and lay down on the bed next to me, and gave me a gentle kiss.
“Fuck I’ve never seen anything like that before”. He told me. Fucking intense load. No wonder you fainted”.
“He’d be ready for another load in twenty minutes”. Stephen muttered.
My cock was cleaned up gently, I would have preferred Åke or Stephen to suck it clean, but I was told to relax.
“That was amazing”, Åke told us, his Aussie accent giving the last word a great sounding stress.
“You and your looks and amazing cock helped it a lot, and that great mouth of yours too. You’re a great sucker and kisser”.
“You guys and you bodies and both your huge cocks are a suckers turn on for sure and I loved your open attitude”, Åke praised us.
I sort of drifted off to sleep and was out of it totally. When I woke up Stephen was on top of Åke, fucking him really hard and deep. Åke’s legs wrapped around Stephen’s waist. Immediately I got an erection. It was a couple of minutes before the guys realised I was awake.
“See I told you he’d be fine after a rest”, Stephen told our bedfellow as he continued slamming his cock inside, deep and hard.
“You’re sure it’s OK”? Åke asked him.
“Sure”, Stephen told him confidently, “If I was asleep, he’d most probably be fucking you now. It’s within our rules, as long as we are together, we can fuck another. Isn’t that right love”?
I agreed. It was true.
“Ready for my next load”? Stephen asked.
“Hell yeah. if you have any left”. Åke told him.
Stephen pulled out of the well fucked hole and put it in front of the waiting face.
“Here it comes”. Stephen called out. This time, I watched as Åke sealed his lips around the fat cock as Stephen pumped his load into the sucker’s mouth, and then as the orgasm subsided as the remainder of the cock slowly disappeared into the throat right the way down to the bottom. All ten inches inside the mouth and throat. Åke’s eyes as bright and satisfied as dark bule eyes can get. Stephen pulled out and slapped the face with his cock a few times, and the satisfied bottom smiled broadly and pushed Stephen away.
“Go be with your husband you lucky fucker”. He almost ordered Stephen, and he turned to me, four times he fucked me as you slept. We haven’t had a wink all night. As I held onto Stephen tightly and stroked his body, I stared at the clock. It was past six thirty in the morning.
I gotta shower, Åke announced and made his way to the bathroom.
“He came three times too”. Stephen told me, “What a great fuck he is, pity the double fuck didn’t work but he claims he knows a hot bottom in Stockholm we can work with him if we like. I held Stephen even more tightly”.
“How are you feeling love”, he asked me. “It’s been a while since an episode”.
I assured him I was fine and put his hand on my cock. I was really hard for him.
I think we had better clean up and get more sleep. We have some research to do remember.
Åke returned to the bedroom totally naked but this time with his cock flaccid, he still had a thick cock when he was soft. I sent Stephen off to shower and Åke joined me on the bed. His hair was still wet and had become much darker, but he still looked stunningly handsome.
He lay next to me on his side. You are so lucky to have each other, I’d have a problem deciding which of you I’d have alone, maybe it’s good that I don’t have to decide”.
I thanked him.
“Are you sure you don’t mind Stephen and I fucking when you were asleep, it was him who instigated it, though I didn’t stop him”.
“It’s fine Åke, absolutely no problem. As he said, I’d do the same if he was asleep and I have done with others. If you want when we are together when he’s asleep I’ll give you good fucking and more too. I could even start now”.
“Go ahead”. Stephen was out of the shower still wet drying himself.
I also needed a shower and headed to the bathroom, giving myself a good all round clean, and dried myself before heading back to bed and lying next to the already sleeping forms of the other two. I set the alarm for eleven. We could do brunch and then we could head into the city to start our research into my Swedish ancestor. I spooned against Åke, hard and pert and now well fucked arse, thinking of fucking him for half the night, as my cock grew against his hole most probably with a mind of it’s own to sneak inside as we slept.
