The end of a successful and memorable journey
We were soon to say our goodbyes to Åke and Ben, we had enjoyed being with them and I was especially grateful for his help in Nykoping. He promised faithfully that he’s translate the documents for me and return the results to me personally if I wished. He was very close to me when he said so and made a grab at my dick and gave me a wink.
Ben was almost tearful at his departure and hugged and kissed us hard as he de-boarded the boat. We were sorry he had to go but life had to continue.
That afternoon when resting and recovering, Per announced that he had a surprise for Stephen. Could he be around in about fifteen minutes? Puzzled Stephen agreed.
Per was on his mobile phone a few minutes later gossiping away in Swedish and when he’d completed the call, he told Stephen that the surprise would be with us very soon.
A few seconds later the surprise turned up. Ambling slowly towards us along the harbour footpath was a man, the most noticeable thing about him was his height. He was well over two metres tall, and at least three inches above Stephen. I’d known, almost from the time I first met Stephen that he was into guys taller than himself. A difficult task as there are not many gay guys that tall.
We were introduced to Adam, six foot nine, though not muscled. In fact, rather thin though not weedy. Moderately good looking with styled light brown hair, and attractive hazel eyes. For once, I witnessed Stephen meeting a guy taller than himself and had to look up at the man. It was funny to see.
Stephen was very polite as always and greeted Adam and inviting him on board and introducing me to our new guest. I have to admit it’s not often I meet someone six inches taller than me. We guided Adam to the rear deck. Where he could sit down and stretch his long legs. I looked him over, especially at his hands and feet. They were big hands with very long bony fingers. His shoe size must have been a UK fourteen or fifteen. It made me wonder about dick size.
Stephen is huge and is totally in proportion to his big muscular build. It gave me something to wonder about.
Stephen asked if Adam would like a drink and he chose a beer. I asked Markku to come to the galley with me to give me a hand.
Down below as I prepared the drinks I asked if Adam was gay. Markku admitted that he was, but had a lover. He and Per, knew Adam for some time and had heard Stephen complain that he never met a gay guy taller than himself, and arranged things.
Somehow, I knew that the men wouldn’t fuck but it was interesting to see them together. I couldn’t help but ask if Markku knew the size of Adams dick but he’d only heard wild rumours and didn’t know for real.
We took the drinks to the deck to find Per, Adam and Stephen deep in conversation about height. We toasted each other and offered to show Adam around the cruiser.
Even though we had the cruiser built for our own extra tall heights, Adam still has to stoop to enter the galley and lounge. I left Stephen to show our guest around and Adam returns laughing at the size of our master bed on board. He’d never thought of such a huge bed on a boat and he asked how many guys we’d had on the bed at one time. We admitted to six or maybe seven.
Adam didn’t have the time to stay, and we didn’t have the chance to fuck even if we were inclined to do so. As tall as he was, he wasn’t our type, our preference being for guys with muscle. Adam being too thin for our liking. We found him to be pleasant enough though.
After a final night in Stockholm where we explored the gay night-life, we made ready to sail further north the next morning.
We sailed North of Stockholm with Per and Markku visiting a couple of places of interest to me for geological reasons.
I wanted to re-visit the small but important geological town of Ytterby.
Ytterby, is a pleasant small typically Swedish town, but with a massive geological significance. I’d visited before when I studied at university years before during a summer break, but didn’t have the chance to find the rocks I wanted for my little rock collection back in Cornwall.
Stephen hadn’t a clue what to look for finding the local quartz more to his interest. I was looking for samples of Gadolinite and Thalenite; Very much different to quartz interesting if you’re a geologist or the history of chemistry. After a while Stephen left me alone and explore the remnants of the ancient mine.
He called to me after a while. “Gerren, have you seen this notice”? I joined him knowing what it said. It hadn’t changed since I saw it twelve to fourteen years before when I was at university. The site had hardly changed in that time.
I gave him satisfaction for him to read it to me. “Love it says four elements were discovered here in this mine”.
I told him that I knew it and that Cornwall’s own Sir Humphry Davy discovered eight elements himself and so was doubly important.
I found a couple of very small pieces of Gadolinite that pleased me, and we made our way down the road to the town centre. Everything was neat and tidy with large houses and large lawned gardens owned by very rich Swedes. It was if nothing had changed for centuries. All was orderly and pleasant. For me there was one thing missing – The Ocean and Cliffs and wind. We found Markku and Per sitting outside a café chatting to a young Swedish guy of about twenty to twenty-two. We were invited to join them and Per explained who we were. It turned out that the youngster spoke excellent English, it was just that the guys hadn’t got around to exploring languages.
We said that we were leaving soon for Vaxholm and then Uppsala, and he told us the roads we’d have to take to get there.
He was surprised and told us that Uppsala was his home town.
Perhaps, Markku suggested, we could give the youngster a ride to his home town when we drove there.
The guy protested that he was OK and that he had his bicycle with him and Per said it would be easy enough for us to also carry his bike as well. Maybe he should come and see the boat first. He seemed to be happy with the idea and had no problem with our stopping off on the way on the small island of Vaxholm.
The five of us walked back to the cruiser with the bike, moored about a kilometre away and the guy was amazed when he saw the boat.
“Wow, I was expecting something much smaller”.
Sometimes showing off something big can have a positive effect.
We secured the bike to the bow and got Per and Markku to show their friend around the boat.
It was about twenty minutes before they came back up to the cockpit, the three of them smiling and looking a bit flushed. I had a good guess as to what happened down below.
The young guy’s name was Lars, and he sat back on the next to the cabin as we sailed around the islands, guided by Per, towards the harbour at Vaxholm. When I could I studied the young man next to me. He was very fresh faced, and maybe older than he looked. He seemed to me to be about twenty-five. There was an innocence about him I liked. Just over about one metre eighty-three, a couple of inches or shorter than me, and a very fit build. Dark reddish blond hair, cut in a modern style with the sides and back shaved and looking darker that the hair on top.
His manner was normal; in other word’s I suppose non-camp but not manly butch either, and with a hint in his blue eyes that suggested sexual experience and that he could be naughty in spite of his seeming virtuousness.
We moored and were pleasantly surprised that we would not be charged anything for the proposed four hours we intended to stay but only for the services.
Vaxholm was one of the towns I stayed in during my summer in Sweden, and I found it very relaxing. I wasn’t too surprised when Markku and Per decided that they’d stay on board with their new friend Lars, as Stephen and I toured the town. We had a good idea what would be happening whilst we were away. I had a suspicion that things had been set up beforehand.
The Island of Vaxholm is very small and is connected by ferries and road bridges but it also has a great canoeing and sailing tradition which is why I liked the place when I stayed there, liking my rowing and kayaking.
Stephen and I regretted now, that we hadn’t brought our doubles kayak along with us for the journey. It would have been great to have got some extra exercise during the voyage.
We also reflected that this was the furthest north we had ever been with the boat and that we’d be mooring the cruiser here in Vaxholm and then drive over to Uppsala.
Stephen asked me again why I wanted to go there. I told him that it was an old University, and the oldest in Scandinavia and that they ran the summer course that I attended that summer.
“Did you have it off during the course”?
“I was fighting them off – both the boys and girls”.
Stephen laughed at what he thought was a joke, but I assured him it was true.
“So, you did have some action”.
“I was twenty-two and horny then as I am with you now, so yes, I did have some action”.
I love Stephen for many things and one of them is his dirty mind – never too far off the subject of sex.
“Anyone special”?
“Not really though there was one guy I do remember”.
“Oh yeah, who was that”?
“A well-built and good looking Canadian. We fucked a few times when we were able to get together. The two of us together upset a few people’s hearts”.
“You were not on the same course”?
“No, I was doing geology, and he was studying forestry, though as to why he came to Sweden to do Forestry I didn’t understand. I mean there was millions of square miles of forest in Canada to study”.
“Who topped who”? My husband has always been super keen to know about my sex life before we met.
“Let’s say we were both vers”.
“Did you keep in touch”?
“No. We went our separate ways after the course. It was a summer fling, that’s all. He’s most probably a lonely lumberjack up in the Yukon for all I know, pining for me”.
“The guys a fool”. Stephen intoned deeply but with some joy in his voice. “If I’d met you back then I’d never have let you go”.
We walked around the town and found a store to buy a few supplies and carried them back to the boat. The guys were not on deck. Stephen went below and came back up silently, making a hand gesture that said the guys were fucking and that it sounded like all three of them were at it.
Stephen went up front to secure the sails, stripping off his shirt in the warmth of the Swedish sun.
When the guys came back up to the deck after their exertions, Lars’s eyes were out on stalks on seeing Stephen’s naked top as he seemed to be totally transfixed. Stephen compounded things by flexing his biceps and bouncing his pecs very deliberately.
He leaned to me and whispered that he was going down to the galley and would strip naked whilst getting some food ready for later and that I should make the suggestion that young Lars should come down to help him. I nodded my agreement and he went below.
I beckoned Lars to come and sit with me by the helm. I hadn’t had much time with him. We chatted for a few minutes and then asked if he could go below to see what Stephen was up to.
I nodded to Per to go to the galley door to listen to what happened.
There was a loud gasp followed by some Swedish and Per returned and was grinning all over his face.
“It was the Swedish equivalent of “My God”, he told me. I went down to see what was happening for myself.
The guys were standing face to face, kissing with Lars, stroking Stephen’s monster cock with one hand. When he saw me, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He apologised. I told him it was unnecessary, and started to strip off myself.
He was still gripping and stroking Stephen’s cock but his eyes were watching my every move.
When it came to removing my swimming shorts, my cock flew out bouncing against my lower belly with a definite slap.
Lars reached out with his spare hand to hold my cock, not really knowing where to look. Our faces, our bodies, or our huge cocks. What was noticeable was the big bulge in his blue jeans.
Stephen cupped his hand over the swollen area announcing that we really should see what was there. And undid the top button and pulled down the fly in an easy single movement, then reached behind the jeans and pulled them down in one big thrust.
The youngsters cock also flew out hard. He was only about one metre eighty and nowhere near a built as the two of us but he had a good substantial dick which we took turns to get a feel.
Lars looked worried and concerned. “I’m sorry guys but I can’t do anything with you. The other guys and I were fucking like crazy when you were away”. He looked as if he was about to cry. I told him not to worry, we guessed what was likely to happen as we toured Vaxholm but we would be in Uppsala for the day and he could come back in the evening with us, and, if he wanted, he could have some ‘private’ time with us.
He picked up at that news. We petted with him for a while and gave him the chance to have a short suck of our cocks and we dressed again. I went up first and spoke to Markku and Per, and told them of our arrangement for the evening, with Lars, alone with us. They were good about it.
Markku reminded me that I would have to register the cruiser and pay for the berth and connections for water and electricity and to pump out the sewage from the tank at the harbourmasters office and Lars offered to show me the way and translate if necessary.
As we walked the couple of hundred metres to the office, Lars wheeling his bike, asked if we really wanted him to return to the cruiser and stay the night. I told him that we would be very happy if he did but that it was totally up to him.
“Yes, I really want to experience you both please. Per told me all about you and I hoped we’d meet when you came to Sweden”.
“You mean to tell me that you knew in advance that Stephen and I were coming this way”?
“Yes, Per contacted me over a week ago and has been talking about your trip and activities with the men you meet. He does this with some of the better-looking guys he and Markku escort on the Swedish coast but usually they are older, daddy types and not handsome manly men like you and Stephen”.
I ought to have been annoyed with Markku and Per, but in fact I was pleased with what they had arranged.
“Please do come to the boat tomorrow evening and have the night with Stephen and me”. I was eager for the young guy to want to come and I was hopeful that he would.
Before we walked into the harbourmasters office, Lars gave me his simple reply.
“Yes”.
I didn’t need Lars help in the office and I cleared the formalities very quickly, being given a printed receipt and an electronic version to my mobile phone.
Outside I gave my goodbye to Lars with the private hope that he’d come the next evening and stay the night.
The rest of that afternoon and evening was spent relaxing on board and getting rid of manly sex odours and washing and drying bedding. We had been very wet and sweaty guys. We slept in our pairs and not together that night. Stephen and I chatted about Lars and we both had our plans for the cute guy. We decided that maybe we would have to find the switch that would turn him into a wild sexual beast with us.
The next day we drove over to Uppsala and spent the lunchtime and afternoon walking around the city, looking at various buildings I remembered from my stay over a decade previously. Stephen didn’t mind, telling me that he liked seeing parts of the world from my past. He was only sorry that he couldn’t take me to places like Iraq, Bosnia and Afghanistan where he had served in the Army, but I understood. It was the here and now and future that mattered to us both and we were more than fortunate with our lives together.
I was happy to around the old city and remember places. Not much had changed in the years since my short stay, and we drove back to our cruiser and to my surprise and delight, Lars came back with us.
It was to be our last night in Vaxholm as we were to be heading south and homeward the next day, so we went to a local restaurant and spent a small fortune on the meal which was in fact well worth it. The food was tasty, the service not overbearingly attentive by a couple of good-looking male waiters, and the wine horribly expensive even for Sweden.
We chatted about our adventures and Markku told us of cold Finnish winters well above the Arctic circle, sweating in a boiling sauna and diving into a frozen lake through a recently cut ice-hole.
“That’s why all Finns have tiny balls”. Per announced to a lot of hilarity at the table.
We made our way back to the boat and Lars as silently arranged, came to join Stephen and I in our bedroom. He was very excited and ready for us.
We stood at the end of the bed in a three-way kiss, with Lars taking his time exploring our bodies but taking more interest in Stephen’s body than mine. I wasn’t jealous, I could have Stephen’s wonderful body any time of the night or day.
When it came to Lars body, he was a specimen not to be ignored. Totally fit, if not big muscled like Stephen or myself, but the one thing you’d notice the first time you saw his upper body was that the gut was fit. He had a great chest with a couple of lightly coloured nipples. Broad, though not over muscled shoulders, and decent arms too. There was a hint of a six pack but, there was not an ounce of fat on the man. This was a man who exercised to stay fit and it worked.
Lars had come across to us both as a quiet but confident kind of chap. Someone who knew what he wanted but didn’t announce to the world what it was he wanted. I’d noticed this the previous afternoon when the three of us were down in the galley and just before he left, he’d quickly sucked on both our cocks.
We’d chatted for a short while before heading to the bedroom sorting out the rules likes and dislikes, wants and not wants and we were all happy.
During the three-way kiss we had each taken off our tops and Lars was really into Stephen’s big body and had turned to face him and was stroking and caressing his shoulders arms and chest. I stood behind Lars, rubbing my bulging crutch against his rear and reaching forward to check out his erection, straining against his trousers. He was nicely endowed from what I could feel.
I also was stroking his chest and belly, noticing that his buds were hard and slightly prominent. Yes, his nips had been well worked on. Kissing and licking his neck from behind, he shivered slightly and gasped at the sensation I worked into his flesh, but continued kissing Stephen with both long and short kisses.
I reached down and undid the fly and the top button of his trousers and they dropped down onto the floor. Lars was travelling commando. No underwear, no jock-strap. But he did have something. I reached down to take hold of his cock. He was hard. His dick was a thicky and more than one of my hands full. He was uncut and I could feel from behind that the foreskin peeled back easily. It also felt veiny. I could also make out a decent pair of shaved balls. What I did find was that Lars was wearing a cock-ring. It felt ridged and strange.
I reached to his hard arse. Instantly my brain switched to dirty mode and I was determined to service his hole. There was something else at his arse. Stephen was also checking it out. I looked over Lars’s shoulder directly into Stephen’s eyes. It was obvious that he had the same intention.
I heard Stephen’s short’s fall down to his ankles. Lars seemed determined to get at his dick.
Stephen turned our new friend around to face me, I got a close look into his eyes. They were not as innocent as I had first thought, there was a lot of devilment in them. Mischievous and eager. We kissed, and I felt his hands go to my shorts and he undid them and dropped to the floor. As I stepped out of them, I took the chance to look at his cock again, recalling the details from the short glance I had the afternoon before. Now I saw the mystery of the ‘ridged’ cock-ring. Lars was wearing two of them. Two large thick, quarter-inch stainless steel cock-rings pushing his cock forward away from his belly. His cock, thick, veined, was hard, totally pointing upwards with a that sexy inward curve to it, making it look really desirable. I also saw his balls clearly, shaved, with dark blond pubic hair tastefully trimmed above his juicy cock.
He had taken hold of my cock and was stroking it gently looking down at it muttering something in Swedish, I suppose. Stephen was behind him pushing against his back. His dick between Lars legs faux-fucking through to the balls.
“I want to see you guys sucking each other”. Lars told us. “I want to sit back and see how you enjoy each other”. He sat down on the stool by the bed, having removed his trousers from around his feet and jacked himself as Stephen and I positioned ourselves in front of him, Stephen standing and I on my knees.
My face and Stephen’s monster were right in front of Lars face, and Stephen pushed his dick down almost horizontal to my face.
“Lick it”, Lars told me, “Lick that fat head and lick his fat shaft”. If Lars was going to be like this during our fun, then I was really going to enjoy it.
Stephen used his thumb to push down his erection on the top of his cock right by the base at the junction of his cock and belly, holding it place for me to lick him.
“Yeah, worship that huge cock with your tongue”. Lars quietly ordered. I did as I was told, regularly withdrawing my tongue into my mouth to re-wet it. All over the mushroom-like head I licked, especially the tender underside, orally persuading more tasty lube to emit from the head, giving me my husband’s gloriously salty pre-cum.
Up and down and around the shaft I licked, glancing over to look at Lars eyes as he devoured the view.
“Go on, suck it. Let me see those sexy lips surround that cock”. I needed no urging, and couldn’t wait to get a decent taste of his cock sooner rather than later. On the other hand, Lars didn’t seem to want to get to our cocks just yet. He was happy to sit back, watch with his dirty eyes shining with glee and wanking himself and telling me what to do.
I sucked down on my husband’s cock, taking in as much as I could before gagging. I’ve never been one to be able to relax my throat, and I still couldn’t do it despite Stephen’s gentle coaching.
“Lick those balls”. The command gently came. I lowered myself down to lick the two big orbs. I was able to take in one totally in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, but never both.
“Push your tongue up and split those bull balls”. I knew what he wanted, and was hoping for more, saying in my mind ‘Please Lars get me to do it”.
“Yeah”, Lars sighed, his mouth open in sexual delight as he watched. “Look at that massive cock”, his tongue now licking his lips. If it was me watching the show, I’d be down on the now vacant cock, giving it the treatment it deserved, but Lars had other ideas and more restraint.
“Bend over and give him your butt”. Lars was now directing Stephen. He turned around, leaning over and gripping his ankles, his hole in front of my face.
“Oh fuck”. Lars gasped, “Go on lick it. Lick his hole”.
I don’t know if the other guys had spoken to Lars about my love of rimming but he seemed keyed into the fact. I leaned into Stephen’s hole as I had done maybe hundreds of times before and realising that I was putting on a show for the guy, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and gave the hole a huge wet lick, showing Lars that I was actually touching and wetting the hole. Stephen reached back to open up his crevice further.
I continued licking the hole over and over again, maybe twenty or more times, as Lars’s breathing got more intense, and suddenly he stopped wanking and was controlling his breathing; his cock ultra hard and throbbing, the cock rings containing the blood in his cock making the veins stand out. Lars began to slap underneath his cock with his wanking hand and he seemed to calm down. I kept on licking. Suddenly Lars touched me for the first time since giving out his requests and pushed my face hard into Stephen’s glutes, rubbing my face into it.
Sounding firm but not angry, as he pressed my head, he told me, “Go on fucking lick it, eat his hole”. He really didn’t have to tell me as I was loving the action and the way it was happening, but I licked and ate my husband’s hole.
Pulling my head away and aside, Lars took a close look at Stephen’s wet hole, and sat back when satisfied, his eyes wide open in pure sexual delight and his jaw wide open with his tongue hanging down, as he issued his verdict. “Yeahhhhh”!
“Stand up, I want to see you do the same to Gerren”. He rasped. “Let me see you service his cock and butt”.
As I had done a few minutes earlier, Stephen aligned himself to the expectant and excitedly flushed face, raised himself up slightly and started licking my glans. He knew exactly how to excite me having learned all the tricks to get me to such a high that I could be begging for him to stop or to give me release. Tonight, in front of Lars was no different.
Lars was once again wanting his excited meat gently, every now and again, letting go of his dick and bouncing it in his open palm.
“You guys look even more handsome with each other’s cocks in your mouths”.
Stephen had all my cock-head in his mouth and I reached over and put my hand behind his head, and lightly pushed him all the way down my nine inches.
Stephen’s lips were now around the base of my cock and it felt great as it always had. The effect on Lars was amazing. He was now furiously jacking his cock, his face almost touching Stephen’s as he breathed heavily and just said, “Oh God, Oh God”, before suddenly letting go of his cock again and allowing it to pulsate up in the air.
Once again trying to control his breathing, he said, “Fuck”. As Stephen pulled his head back, releasing my cock so just the head was in his mouth as he rubbed his tongue just under the glans and then releasing it so Lars could see what he was doing.
“Want me to rim his hole”? Stephen, more used to giving the commands during sex and organising things couldn’t help it.
“Fuck yeah”, was the definite answer. “Get your face in there”.
I spun around for Stephen to get to me, bending over for him ready for the greatest of sensations. Stephen and I had found out very early in our friendship, before it became a relationship, that we both loved rimming and being rimmed and we had both learned a technique that excited and satisfied both of us, learning from each other.
Stephen began by just blowing against my hole gently to start with tantalising me with the soft sensation before tenderly touching the muscle with jabs with his tongue and then gradually increasing the pressure.
“Damn, Oh Man”! Lars was excitedly wanking again. Then the kisses started and then the soft licking of the hole.
He hadn’t been told to, but Stephen reached around my legs and up to my chest and was now pinching my nipples. He knew exactly how to treat me.
Now the hard wet licks started and I just had to start wanking myself. My wonderful husband knew my limits and the sensations he was causing me. We had sat back in bed after sex and talked about what we had done to each other and what was so good about our actions on the other.
I was getting close to shooting and this was not the time to come, we had hardly started with Lars. I had to stand upright to control the situation. Lars didn’t complain.
I looked at his cock. It was soaked with his pre-cum, the veins bulging and the head shiny and smooth.
“Time to do him”. Stephen softly and deliberately said.
There was absolutely no fear in Lars’s face. In fact, the filthy expectation in his eyes increased if it were possible. He looked nothing like the quiet guy we had first met the day before.
We picked Lars up by his hands and ankles and threw him onto the bed. Stephen was by his head and I was by his cock that seemed ready to explode, such was the pressure from his double cock rings. I took him in my mouth. He really was as hard as an igneous rock. It was difficult to pull his cock back away from his belly. His cock was tasty, and very acceptable with that slight salty taste to his juice. There was more than enough there from his constant earlier edging.
I was please that his foreskin peeled back easily and it seemed to slide effortlessly back over the head when I wanked him. I managed to get a fair proportion of the cock in my mouth and to play with his balls. I was determined though to get to lick his balls and to get further around under them to his arse-hole and have a good taste there as well.
Stephen was of course, fucking Lars’ face. The face was turned to the left to get access to the monster. My thoughts were the same as Lars had said earlier. His face was made to have a huge cock in his mouth and Stephen was certainly stretching the young guy’s lips. From his position Stephen couldn’t really feed his cock in deep as I knew he’d want to try. We’d have to move the body around to a better position and soon we had Lars on the edge of the bed, still on his back but his head over the edge and Stephen standing above his victim.
I had lifted the legs up in the air and spread them apart widely opening up the rear. Lars balls hung low hiding the double cock-ring from sight and limiting my access to the perineum, that wonderful sensitive area between the balls and anus. I was determined to get in there to see just how he would react to a good licking there. I’ve known some guys who are really ticklish there and cannot stand too much action in the region so much so that they’ve fallen off the bed trying to get me to stop. Other guys have no sensitivity there.
Lars loved it when I got going there, and I’ve no doubt he’d have told me so if his mouth wasn’t full of Stephen’s cock.
What was better was his reaction when I finally got to his arsehole. As soon as I got my tongue there his sphincter was bobbing around like crazy wanting more and more action and I gave it him, licking and sucking on the outer muscle. From the sounds coming from his throat, he was loving it. I reached around to get a hold of that super hard cock intending to wank him but he was already jacking himself in excitement.
Still lapping at his hole, I wondered how he would take to our cocks, especially Stephen when he really got going and what would happen when we tried to double fuck him. We had chatted early about what we could do and Lars seemed acceptable to a double fuck on him.
The oral fun continued with us swapping roles and we soon got down to some heavy body work, licking muscle, sucking and chewing nips, licking pits and deep kissing as well as fingering Lars, hole and having him squirming.
We had positioned Lars over the end of the bed again, this time with his legs over the side. I had got Lars to lube up my cock himself, making him feel responsible for letting me in his arse, Stephen was above him sucking on his cock as I pushed into his hole.
He was tight. This guy hadn’t been fucked in a while. From his reaction though he wasn’t virgin. He knew what to do. I felt him push against me and as he relaxed after he loosened again and I was able to get in some more.
I could definitely feel the ridges inside him and I told Stephen that he was tight. Lars replied that he was fine, he’d be able to take all of me. He was reaching back to play with Stephen’s cock. I couldn’t see his face.
The pushing and relaxing continued. I asked if he wanted more lube and he said he was fine. Then he gave a grunt of satisfaction and I stopped.
“There, right there”, he said. “Oh yeah, just right there”. I started to fuck very slowly and not too large a movement. I still had more cock to enter him and there was plenty of time.
It was with great reluctance that Lars left us the next morning but we had to make a start to get home. It had been a great holiday and I had accomplished all I wanted to do regarding my family’s Swedish connections even if manifested via my genetics. Åke had promised to translate all the Swedish documents for me and I had paid him handsomely for him to do the work. He would come to Cornwall to present the work to me, something I was looking forward to on more than one level.
We had also made a promise to sail across the North Sea to Scotland and cross through the Great Glen and around to Torridon to visit Stephen’s parents before heading back down to Cornwall. We’d agreed to keep Per with us until we were ready to cross the North Sea and he stayed with us until we got to Thyboron, a place I’d never heard of or could place on a map. It was there that we had the wildest sex with Per late into the night before he picked up his gear and bid us bon voyage. He and Markku had done an amazing job steering us around the Scandinavian coasts safely and calmly and had given us some great sex with them both and some of their friends who had also introduced us to some of their hottest friends. We were very grateful to him.
Now we had to face alone our journey across the open North Sea being watchful of fishing vessels, Oil Platforms and service vessels as well as vessels from the Royal Navy. We made good use of the wind and our motor, and though sorry to be leaving Scandinavia, we were happy to be back in UK waters, though not the English Channel we were used to but the ostensibly constant swirl of Scottish seas. We had to split the watch as it took us two days and one night to get to Aberdeen, and we celebrated our arrival with a large whisky each.
