I was always aware that I was different from the rest of my family. The most outstanding feature was that I was light skinned and blond. Everyone else was dark and had black hair. Very Cornish.
My mother really was the subject of some vitriolic gossip in the years after I was born. ‘I was not my father’s child’ was the rumour and it incensed my mother. She could be like a tigress when she heard what was being said about her and me. She was totally loyal to my father and even fiercer when I was got at for my blondness and being gay. My paternal grandmother, who I adored, was even more defensive to her daughter in law and would totally shun any woman who she thought was spreading the speculation of my parentage or had any doubt about my manhood. Though I could have flashed my endowment at any doubters and silenced them about my manliness, I kept it to myself, in the main.
Fortunately, most of the idle chat could easily be stopped by the Parish records in the village as it seemed that one of my ancestors from way back in the early seventeen hundreds had married a Swedish girl.
I remembered being told this when I was very young, maybe three or four years old and had filed it somewhere in the back of my mind.
It was only when Stephen mentioned it to me when he asked about my fairness and we went to the local Parish clerk and asked to see the register. It took a bit of time as the records had been locked away in a secure vault in Truro but eventually the clerk called me to say that indeed, there was a record of an ancestor of mine marrying a Swedish lady back in seventeen hundred and eight. Apparently, she came from the town of Nykoping, to the south of Stockholm. Her name was Hannah-Anne Hyquist. She died in Mevagissy in Cornwall at the age of seventy-eight in seventeen sixty-five.
She was according to the records my nine times great grandmother, and she had only one child.
I determined to have one of those DNA tests to check out my ancestry and bought an on-line kit and one for Stephen at the same time.
We giggled and had some fun taking the samples requested for the test and had fun over the speculation of the results.
When they arrived, I was very nervous, even though I really wanted to know the results.
It was Stephen who urged me to open first. He wanted to know what we had that was similar and could tell us why we both had such huge cocks.
I opened the package and nervously read out the result. I was West European by ninety-five percent and specifically English at ninety-point two percent, specifically from Cornwall. I was delighted. Four-point eight percent was French, specifically from Brittany, and the other five percent was Northern European, this time Swedish. There was no indication of what part of Sweden the DNA was from, but I had a great idea already.
Stephen came and lovingly hugged me as he always did and he opened up his results.
He raised his eyebrows as he read the results and I had to ask him.
It said he was eighty percent Western European, sixty here percent Scottish, specifically from Northern Scotland and twenty percent English. He also had some German and Dutch DNA with some Norwegian DNA and a tiny amount of Spanish at which surprised him.
We hugged each other, and he said that it must be the Nordic side of us both that gave us the huge cocks.
“Let’s go upstairs and transfer some of our DNA between each other”. I was pulled up the staircase by my horny husband and we spent a couple of hours making love feeding each other our genetic make-up.
That evening as we ate, I told Stephen that I wanted to go to Sweden. I wanted to see where my Swedish ancestor came from. He thought for a moment and asked if it was right that I did part of my degree in studying geology in Sweden.
It was true. Why didn’t I take a visit to the town when I was there.
I had felt at the time that it wasn’t important but now, I wanted to see the area and know about the place and maybe find out something about Hannah-Anne.
Nykoping was on the coast, and we could sail there. It would make a difference from sailing the warmer waters and the North Sea and the Baltic could be a different challenge for us both. I resolved to do some research about such a journey.
Snuggled up in bed later, Stephen spoke to me. He was going to talk to his mother the next day to see if she knew anything about Norwegian decedents. We could make a dual journey of discovery, maybe. I was very excited by this and we ended up fucking again, speculating and fantasising about some of the hot Scandinavian guys we might hook up with.
During the winter we made our plans for the trip. Joan, Stephen’s wonderful mother, found some records with her family’s solicitor company in Dingwall, referring to a Norwegian connection which sounded tenuous but it was something we could work on. Stephen contacted the DNA testing company asking if they could give a more accurate connection to the Norwegian side of his DNA and although it cost more money, they came up with an area of Southern Norway, an area called Agder, but that was really all they could speculate. We had no names or towns to go by but we decided that it would be fun to explore the area anyhow.
We also decided that it would be fun to visit Copenhagen, Oslo and Stockholm too and to make a cruise of the region. Stephen hit on the idea of finding a gay sailor who might know the waters as well and I left it to his dirty and vivid imagination to try to find someone who would fit our desires.
Every now and again he would show me a photo of some guys who had answered this ad, but they were either too old, or just not experienced enough.
It was in the February of the winter that suddenly Stephen brightened up announcing he’d got an e-mail from someone who looked just right. One of our rejects had mentioned us to the guy who wasn’t Swedish, or Norwegian or Danish but Finnish. I looked through the resume of the guy and he seemed perfect. He ran a touring company for private individuals sailing around the Baltic. He was thirty-four years old, spoke Finnish and Swedish and could either tour with us or supply someone equally qualified who could, as he put it, “Please us”.
There was an accompanying photo of a very handsome face which left me wanting to know what was underneath the head.
Stephen commented. “He’s got great lips and a fine gullet. I’d like to see that expand as I fill his throat”.
“I bet it’s not the only thing you’d like to fill”. I reminded him. “Send him a couple of photos of us in our briefs or shorts and see what reaction you get”. Leaving Stephen to concentrate on possible trade during our journey I turned to getting charts for our journey and planning stop overs, fuel and visa’s. There was still eight weeks to go and I hadn’t done much by way of family research in Sweden.
There was quite a bit of interest in the village about the Scandinavian trip especially about that side of my family’s past. All the fuss about my mother’s false infidelity had long since gone after the parish clerk had done his work and had helped by letting the area know just how interesting it was that a long-forgotten ancestor had married a Swedish woman. It just so happened that her genes came to the fore when I was conceived. Not my fault nor my mothers but in fact it was my fathers. He’d inherited the gene and passed them onto me.
Stephen drew a blank about his Norwegian family, there was no record and looking things up on the internet only confirmed his fears that the connection could go back centuries given Norway’s close history with Scotland. There would have to be an extraordinary find to make a link to him. He was happy to put to one side.
“I wonder if we’ll find some other sexy stud like you in the area”, he mentioned as he played with his crutch one morning getting himself really well and truly excited. “Fuck Gerren, two or three hot guys like you”.
I doubted it. ‘They wouldn’t have my Cornish DNA anyhow”, I reminded him, “and who knows if there are any descendants of Hannah-Anne Hyquist still left in the area. You’d be more likely to find tall guys in Denmark, the sort you like anyhow. I might lose you there when you find someone taller than me”. I was joshing him. He became all romantic and came to hold me tightly.
“We may play around with others sometimes but I’ll never change you for anyone else”.
Our ploy of sending nearly naked photos to our Finnish guide paid off. We received a nearly naked photo of him plus a couple of photos of two other guys we might like to consider. We were told if we liked we could make it a couple if we liked. It was a tough choice but we consulted each other and decided on the guide boss and another hot looking guy who was a darker blond of about thirty with a very sexy and dirty grin with very dark eyes and a well-muscled body.
Stephen wrote off to them and over a short time we made arrangements for us to meet in late April.
We’d packed the boat with supplies and so on, and set out from Penzance sailing east along the English Channel and then North East across the busy North Sea towards our first stop on the continent just North of The Hague in Holland. This was our entry point into the European Union within the Schengen area. We’d not have to show our passports again until we left on our return journey. All the Baltic states except Russia are visa free when crossing the borders, including Norway.
We’d planned a couple of night berthed in Holland and enjoyed a couple of good nights hanging out at a recommended gay bar being chatted up by the local crowd who seemed delighted that we were British, something we had to impress on them as we were not English or only partly so, but it was fun. We were offered accommodation for the night but we didn’t feel like accommodation any of the guys. They seemed a little too pushy.
We next sailed up to the German/Danish Border area to the island of Sylt. Apparently, it’s a popular nudist island but with the dreary weather we encountered we didn’t feel very much like exploring the area. Anyhow we were due to meet up with our guides in Denmark the next day to start the more difficult sailing ahead with so much water traffic travelling in and out of the Baltic Sea.
Stephen sailed us up to Esbjerg in Denmark whilst I made the second bedroom accommodation ready for the guys joining us. We’d arranged to meet about midday. We made it in great time to find the two guys ready to board, a couple of bags between them.
We were delighted by the guys. The Finn was Markku, and just as handsome as his photos, the other guy was Swedish, Per, to Stephen’s delight he was nearly as tall as he was but without all the bulk that Stephen has, where Markku was a dark blond, Per was almost a natural platinum. The guys hugged us both as if we were long lost friends. I was almost tempted to kiss Markku.
He explained that usually he would conduct tours on his own vessel and that using someone else’s was very different for him. I assured him that we were experienced sailors but needed his experience and advice and also maybe help with translations, at times. Markku seemed happy with that.
Already Stephen was showing Per around the boat and the accommodation. He’s already stripped off his shirt and was flashing the muscles when Markku and I joined him below. Per’s eyes were all over Stephen’s flesh. This could turn out to be fun.
Our first objective was to get to Norway, and we set off almost immediately. I set sail heading north, after informing the Danish coastguard of our voyage whilst Stephen helped get the guys settled, and rustled up some mid-afternoon food in the galley.
Per came to join me at the helm and complimented me on the boat and my sailing skills. We were using the excellent force five northwesterly winds and full sail, and no motor. We were going to sail through open water across the Skagerrak across the path of very large cargo ships heading into the North Sea with no radar help, so we’d have to keep our eyes open. We were heading for Kristiansand. Per told me of a funny tale of a group of US marines supposedly heading on an exercise to the Port and they got it mixed up with Kristianstad and ended up invading neutral Sweden (at that time) and causing a diplomatic incident which had most of Scandinavia in stitches of laughter and embarrassed the whole of the US military.
Stephen and Markku came up on deck with the food, both looking a little flushed I thought, a quick glance at Stephen’s crutch confirmed my suspicions. There must have been some play during the food preparation.
By four-thirty, we had turned on the motor to produce more electricity than the two wind generators could produce so we could turn on the boat’s lights. It was dark already and I was surprised until I remembered just how far north, we were compared to the south Cornish coast. We estimated that we would be in port by seven thirty, due to the favourable winds.
We had docked by eight and had been greeted by a very hearty and smartly uniformed harbourmaster who cleared our documents extremely quickly. Markku announced that we should head off to a decent bar he knew and have a couple of drinks and a bite to eat before we explored the city the next day.
Back on board, we showered in our separate rooms. Per and Markku were sharing one double bed. We had been assured it was fine for them both. Stephen and I were in our bed having left our door slightly open to allow the guys to come and join us if they wanted. We didn’t mind if it was just one of the guys or both. We made enough noise for the gents to hear us if they had their door open hoping that they’d be curious enough to explore.
They did. Stephen and I were in a passionate sixty-nine on top of the bed lying sideways to the door purposefully. I heard a whisper between the two of the guys and caught them looking around the door. I called out to them out loud for them to come into our room and join us. We sat up to look at both the men and they were both naked and hard Markku with the better, more muscled body and Per less so but taller. Both of them sported juicy eight to eight and a half inch cocks. They both slid onto the bed joining us, their warm smooth bodies connecting to ours. There was a deep moan from Per, and he hissed a “yes”, of approval. Taking hold of my cock he sniffed the head and licked the underside of my shaft, and swallowed all of my glans in one go, his warm mouth covering the open head and licking and tasting my pre-cum.
Markku had Stephen’s dick in his hand and exclaimed, “He’s bigger. Fuck he’s huge”.
Per took his mouth off my cock and looked at what Markku had mentioned and again agave a deep moan before going back down on my cock.
Stephen’s deep bass voice rumbled. “Don’t just look at it, suck it”. Markku opened his mouth really wide and took in the massive head and about an inch of the shaft whilst holding the base of Stephen’s monster with his hand with about four inches of the shaft uncovered by his hand and mouth. His eyes bulging at the size of it.
“Yeah lick it and suck it. Worship it with your mouth. I’m going to fuck that face and throat. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve wanted to see you gullet fill and expand as my cock fills your throat”. Stephen’s dirty baritone rumbled, telling Markku what he was going to be experiencing later, and from what I’d seen already he was going to have a very hard time, swallowing a very hard cock.
Per on the other hand was doing fine with my slightly smaller cock, but only slightly smaller. He was also jacking himself as he slowly took in more of my dick into his mouth and expertly used his tongue to give great sensations to me. I lay back with my head raised up on the pillow so I could watch the couple next to me. Markku had got another inch of Stephen’s thick member in his mouth and was what I would call cheating a little by pursing his lips forward to cover more of the enormous shaft.
Stephen’s voice was grumbling encouragement and reminding the sucker that he was going to have his throat fucked hard that night and maybe somewhere else fucked hard too. That caused a slight squeal from Markku, who I suspected had never been spoken to like this before. Maybe he was used to being in charge of activities on his own boat.
Stephen seemed to lose a little patience and pulled his sucker off his cock, and he asked Per if Markku deep throated. Per hummed a yeah, and Stephen shifted himself above Markku stuffing his monster into his mouth and forcing a lot more of his cock into the throat which now seemed to relax.
I opened my legs wider and lifted up my rear. Per took the hint and went down to my balls licking them with respect and sucking each of the orbs in his mouth and licking the sides of my thighs, before lifting my legs in the air, thrusting them forward and exposing my hole. He gave a hard exhale of breath as he saw my hole and dived down immediately slobbering all over my hole, forcing his face deep into my arse, giving me lingering wet licks.
Stephen called out his appreciation, telling Per to worship my hole with his tongue. I turned my head to my husbands and stuck out my tongue. He shifted his body towards mine and he joined me in a wet sloppy kiss that we always enjoyed giving each other. He seemed to be making more progress in forcing his fat monster cock into Markku’s throat. There was a lot less of it visible, though still a significant amount to go.
In spite of his struggles Markku was still jacking on his cock. It was well certain that he was liking the action.
Stephen stood up from the bed and hauled Markku to the bed edge, with his head over the side of the mattress looking up at the gigantic member wet with his spit. Stephen pushed Markku’s head back opening up a direct passageway from his mouth to his windpipe. “This will fill you”. Stephen menacingly told him. Markku gulped, flexing his Adam’s apple in the process. Stephen grinned. “Yeah, that’s what I want to see but with my ten inches deep in there. I want my balls against your nose”.
Having some more room on the bed, Per and I made a rimming sixty-nine with me on top of him, pushing my tongue into his pulsating hole. I hoped he was getting the same wonderful sensation my hole and spine were receiving from his action on my anus. I knew I was going to enjoy fucking his sweet hole later and maybe a few more times during our voyage.
Stephen let out a growl of joy. I looked over and saw his monster cock deep in Markku’s throat which was now being fucked. I could see what Stephen had spoken about when he first saw Markku’s photo because as he fucked the throat, I could see the gullet expand and contract as his dick pumped away.
Every now and again he withdrew his dick out fully to allow the Finn to take in a huge gulp of air, gasping out loud. Per turned his head away from my arse to look, and Stephen warned him that his turn would come soon. Stephen’s hugeness was covered in spittle and he took the chance to slap Markku’s face with his cock, holding it the way I told him I loved him hitting my face, by taking hold if the base of his cock with his index finger and thumb and letting the bloated monster fall against my face. At each facial contact, Markku gave out a grunt of approval.
I was horny enough to want to start fucking. I gave Per’s sweet hole a really good fingering, opening it up with three fingers stretching the sphincter muscle and smearing some base lube into the shute. I had him down on all fours and I looked back and admired his butt. He had a hard muscled rear, built from hard work and exercise. It suited his slender tall build.
No sound came from him as I entered him feeling my cockhead gripped by his pink fleshy entrance. I felt him relax as if giving me the signal to continue and slowly my cock disappeared from view as inch by inch I entered him.
I knew I had hit his button when he hissed out his lungs and took in a huge deep gulp of air. It was then that I started to pump and ring his bell. He called out a satisfied “Ah” each time I pushed back in. I didn’t extend the fucking to full length. Not just yet. I was enjoying the ridged grip of his hole. He wasn’t tight but in no way was he loose. Maybe it had been a couple of days since he was last fucked. I wondered if it was Markku who was last in there.
I bent forward over his back and held onto his shoulders. They were not big and muscled like my own and Stephen’s but not bony either. I gripped him tight and began to thrust deeper into him and pulling back almost to the point of leaving his hole. Now I was giving Per some good thrusts he turned his head around and smiled at me.
Stephen had now got Markku to present his arsehole to him and was reaming him out ready for his turn to ride his cock. I watched the muscles of Stephen’s huge arm ripple and knot as he swivelled his fingers in the hole, and admired the hard power of his bicep and forearm. I loved all his body and most of all when he would put his big arms around me from behind when he would creep up on me.
Markku turned around to Stephen and said something I didn’t understand. “Come on Tom model, come and fuck me good with that huge cock. I really want to feel it”. I wondered what he meant by Tom model; I’d not heard it before.
Markku was pushed around on the bed so he was also on all fours alongside Per and myself, and grinning all over his face, Stephen looked at me and smiled, and gave me a wink.
There was a loud slap as Stephen hit Markku’s glutes as he pushed against the hole with his inch and three-quarter cockhead and as the shout of pain issued from the bottom’s lungs, he thrust his cock inside in one go, getting, by my estimation, at least seven of his ten inch length inside in one go.
This made Markku scream. Whether it was pain or excitement I have no idea, but he fell forward onto the bed. Stephen grabbed hold of a shoulder and lifted him back up.
“You’re not running away from me man”. He warned Markku, who gulped deeply as he caught his breath.
The excitement of my husband fucking a new arse excited me a lot. I never tired of watching him and getting off on the sight. It made me fuck Per even harder.
As we fucked we seemed to bring the two bottoms side by side and we were as tops together as well. Stephen brought his arm around the back of my shoulders and pulled me closer to him and we kissed deeply with lots of tongue as we fucked in unison.
As the kiss ended Stephen breathed a whispered “Yeah! Great fucking”.
We fucked the guys like this for quite a while until Markku, asked if they could change partners. We were both fine with the idea, but Stephen wanted a but more. He pulled out his cock and waved it about in the air and asked the guys if they ‘wanted a taste of it’.
Both the guys flashed brightly and without giving an answer, they were both down on his massiveness almost fighting each other to lick and suck his cock clean.
“Hey hey”, Stephen called out. “There is a second cock to be cleaned up”. I don’t think it was the idea but Stephen’s cock was abandoned as the guys both went down on my aching cock.
This time we put the guys into a sixty-nine, sucking each other, Per on top of Markku as Stephen fucked Per and I gave Markku a great ride. At one point Per took his cock in his hand removing it from Markku’s mouth calling out that he was about to shoot. He wasn’t ready for it. I felt good that the guy was enjoying the action so much.
Stephen and I assisted each other by playing with each other’s nipples and leaning forward to kiss as we fucked. Then he asked. “Are you guys into being double fucked”.
The atmosphere suddenly changed, and Per said immediately that he couldn’t take both of us. We were too big for him. Markku stayed silent. Stephen shrugged off the idea immediately by asking if the guys fucked each other and would they put on a show for us. They liked that idea, and Stephen said it was great and that we could do that another night. As we fucked the guys they seemed to relax.
After some more ass to mouth on our cocks and getting the guys to eat out the other’s fucked holes, we decided it was time to shoot.
It was Markku who shot first lying on his back with our three cocks around his head for him to suck on as he jacked off. I was a bit disappointed with his orgasm. He was loud and he thrashed about a bit but he didn’t shoot far, and most of his cum fell onto his hand. We got him to lick his hand clean. Per was much better, asking to kiss me as he shot his load. He was to the right of Markku’s face and he dumped his load right there, before going down to lick up his own cum.
Stephen gave me the nod to shoot next. I got the two guys to kneel up face by face and stood back a couple of feet as Stephen reached forward twisting my nips hard. He was well practiced at working my nips so that the wire linked to my balls and I could stop jacking, leave my cock hands free as the spunk flew up the tube and my cock bounced in the air as my load flew out towards the guys faces. Stephen was using his fingers on my nips to hold me upright as my legs seemed to give way and the next few jets of cum sprayed out from my cock. Markku was the pig, opening his mouth to try to catch the juice and Per shut his eyes after the first shots landed on his face.
When I stopped, Stephen announced “Ten”. To me. It had been a practice for some time that he’s count the blasts from my cock.
What the guys didn’t know was that Stephen was also an extreme cum shooter.
He stood right above the guys cum covered faces and told them to lick his balls and shaft as he jacked off over their heads. I was behind him, my cum dripping cock against his butt cheeks pushing hard and humping him with my arms around his huge chest, crossed and working his nips as I also licked away at his neck.
His hand pumped hard against his cock, so much so that he was hitting the noses of the ball licking guys. I whispered in Stephen’s ear. “Think of the guys licking clean your cummy cock”. It worked. The idea triggered something in Stephen’s brain that sent the message to his balls to shoot his load. He pulled back away from the tongues on his balls. Markku and Per leaned forward to try to continue licking but Stephen pushed them away and bent his knees downwards to lower his tall frame lower as he shot his load, growling loudly. He had moved further back than I had done when I shot and might have been four feet away from the guys. I was still holding him and punishing his nips the way I knew he could stand the pain and he held his balls in his hand as he jacked off his load.
I knew the juice would fly to the guys, but they didn’t have any idea. They moved slightly forward to try to catch the cum but Stephen shouted at them to stay where they were and the cum flew out, not in a stream like mine but in a spray, landing on the guys bodies and faces and hair and other places away from them. It was a continual spray of the white juice lasting a good fifteen seconds by my estimation.
I eased my grip on his nips hut used my strength to hold up my giant of a husband as the energy sapped from his body as the spunk came to an end. He let go of his cock which stayed erect facing the guys and still throbbed in the air. Markku said something I didn’t understand, and the room was still and silent for a few seconds as Stephen got his breath back.
Then the guys were all over his cock, Per, grabbing the fat monster in his hand and getting his mouth over the still dripping cock head, and Markku gripping Per’s hand and pulling the cock away from his mouth to try to get a taste as well.
“Fuck guys, I’m attached to that, have a care, why don’t you clean up each other’s bodies and faces huh”?
The guys let go of his cock and went for each other firstly licking the others face before cleaning up and swallowing Stephen’s semen from their torso’s and arms.
Stephen and I collapsed onto the bed with him holding me above him and we kissed deeply and lovingly. It was a great session.
Markku said that we both shot Tom’s load. I still didn’t understand what he meant and resolved to ask him the next day. For now I was exhausted, needed to shower and sleep. We sent the guys off to their bed and Stephen and I cleaned ourselves up and slept deeply, with Stephen spooning behind me.
We had the area around Kristiansund to explore for the next two or three days to see if Stephen could find anyone who looked like him.
