News from Sweden and Åke comes to Cornwall
We’d arrived back from our voyage to Sweden via Scotland. We’d sailed across the North Sea to Aberdeen and around the Moray Coast to Inverness, and then all the way along Loch Ness to Fort Agustus and out into the Inner Hebrides at the Island of Mull for the long and difficult journey to Torridon, past the isle of Skye.
We were going to visit Stephen’s mother and father, now retired to love in the tiny but beautiful village alongside the loch.
We’d been before, but my car, or train and car, but never sailed there. We’d stripped the spare bedroom of all the bedding to get rid of the smell of man sex that Markku, Per, Ben and Åke had produced whilst they were with us, and given the boat the biggest clean out we’d ever done.
Not that John and Jenny were prudes, far from it. Jenny was one of the most free-thinking and liberated woman I’d ever met and we get on like a house on fire, sharing secrets about Stephen that would embarrass the hell out of him if he knew. John, at the time one of the UK’s highest Army officers but it off almost immediately when he took the time to drive down to Cornwall from London to see the man his son, Stephen had been talking about “so stary-eyed”.
It was good to have the boat at Loch Torridon with us and we anchored right outside their lovely cottage and outhouse. We even took the chance to kayak on the loch together with the double kayak we had left there in case we should ever be there to explore the area by sea.
We’d stayed three nights sailing with my in-laws and enjoying their wonderful hospitality, before heading south back to Cornwall. Stephen’s pleas for a warmer cruise next year ringing in my ears with designs for a naughty time in the Greek islands top of my summer for next year.
We had news from Åke that he was getting on with the translation of the Swedish documents about the Nyquist family, and that there was a chance that he could find what happened to them when they emigrated to the USA. He’d not forgotten us and the fun we’d have and that it would take a month or so for the work to be completed.
The one joy we did have was Åke, who came over with the family documents he’d translated for me. He’d flown from Stockholm to Gatwick and then transferred to Newquay airport so we didn’t have far to go to meet him.
He looked gorgeous and ultimately so fuckable and he was so eager as well. The forty plus miles didn’t take too long to cover, especially now the new A30 road was open, cutting the journey by a good ten minutes and he was chatty all the way to our home.
He was amazed at our home, not having thought that we had anything like it. “So old and yet inside so modern”. It was not the greatest of days weather-wise, quite windy and he enjoyed the walk down to the coastal footpath and the cliffs. The Atlantic was brewing up a fair storm that afternoon and Åke was really struck by the Ocean telling us that even the cold and icy Baltic didn’t seem to have the power that the ocean didn’t have.
We showed him to his room, again knowing that he wouldn’t be using it much and we left him to unpack his cases. He came back downstairs looking happy and very healthy with a big dossier for me. There is a lot and I have some exciting news for you Gerren. I thanked him for the folder and put it to one side and told him that we’d have all day the next day to look at everything.
He insisted on one thing. We sat down in the lounge, Stephen and Åke with a beer each and he sat right on the edge of his seat and blurted out, “I have found a living ancestor of the Nyquist family in the United States”.
I was overjoyed, initially not quite believing it but Åke was so certain. Stephen hugged me. He was so happy for me.
“I put a message in a Swedish language website in the US about information of the Nyquist family who emigrated back in the year nineteen hundred and five and I had to wait a short while but I had a hit from someone willing to look at records and I was told when they arrived in Ellis Island in New York and the ship they sailed on from Liverpool in England”.
“They lived in New York and are still there”?
“No No”. Åke was laughing at my excitement.
“The guy sent me the manifest list of the ship and the immigration documents. They are in the dossier”.
“He then has looked at census records, and found them in the record for nineteen ten, in a small town named Strandquist in North West Minnesota. I looked it up and it’s tiny”.
I was jumping around, looking for my phone to try to find where the hell this place was.
Stephen calmed me down. “There is more, look at Åke. Let him finish”.
“They didn’t stay long. By nineteen fifteen they had moved again to Calumet in Illinois. It’s near to Chicago. The family stayed there until nineteen forty-nine. The father had passed away in nineteen twenty-five and he had two sons, born in nineteen hundred and eighteen and nineteen hundred and twenty-three. The youngest died in Korea in nineteen fifty during that war, the eldest made a business in Chicago, and married a girl also of Swedish descent. The eldest son married in 1939, very young at 21 years old and they had a son born in 1941. He is still alive and is Eighty-three years old. He has a son too. Born in 1964, he married and had a son born in 1988, and he has a son and two daughters who are 9, 11 and 12 years old. The Great Grandfather still going at 83 is named Kurt-Erik Nyquist. The grandfather is Jan Kurt Nyquist, the fathers name is Jan-Erik Nyquist, The son’s name in Axel-Kurt Nyquist”.
I was overjoyed and bouncing. Åke had done one hell of a lot more than I ever had expected. He was going to be well paid for his work. He was gleaming at my reaction and Stephen was happy and trying to calm me down.
The family all live within three miles of each other in Chicago.
Jan-Kurt Nyquist. The name spun around my head. I wondered what he’d look like. Would he look anything similar to me? He’d be my age I thought, and he had a son. Something I’ll never have; Axel Kurt – I couldn’t help but wonder.
“There are photos on the Internet”, Åke told me. “I’ve made a list of the websites you can find them”. He was grinning broadly – He knew something.
I couldn’t conceal my excitement and I wanted to let my brother Goran know. He would be excited too.
Stephen was urging me to calm down and wait to see all the documents the next day when we would have time. Åke would be tired from his journey. Stephen would cook tonight; would I tell him what we had got to eat. I couldn’t thank Åke and his contact enough.
“Show Åke around the house. It’ll calm you down while I do the cooking”. Stephen boomed. I knew when he had that voice that I’d better do as I was told.
I was very touchy-feely with my latest best friend as I directed him to the annex to my ‘office and museum’, to show him my collection of rocks and specimens including the new finds I’d picked up in Ytterby during our Scandinavian cruise.
Åke turned to face me directly and kissed me. “I’m so happy you’re pleased. I knew you would be”. I was. I was also pleased by the kiss and the proximity of his body against mine. The guy was super attractive and I remembered the fun we had with him on board the cruiser in Nykoping and Stockholm, with Per, Ben and Markku. I knew we’d have more fun this coming week and from what I could feel, Åke was expecting the same enjoyment from Stephen and myself.
We gave each other complimentary gropes and kisses and quick twists of nipples and laughed together. It was so good to be with him as he was the same and to have someone so good looking as he was and my height as well was very pleasing to me.
“I hope we are going to be very athletic this week. I’ve been trying hard not to get too excited thinking about being with you and Stephen again and it’s been difficult”.
“Have you been edging a lot”? A huge coyish grin came over his face.
“Not too successfully. Ben has been very exciting with me this last week”. He gave me a huge knowing smile and I saw his eyes flash with that look of pure enjoyment I had seen so often when he was with Stephen and me on our cruiser. We continued our look around the house and I showed off my music scores.
“You can read music”? Åke was surprised.
“Yes, I was taught music at school and sung in the cathedral choir as an auxiliary when required. It was where my love of classical music came from”.
“You can read all of this complicated stuff”? He’d pulled out a Score of the St-Seans Symphony Number 3, not a work I listened to often these days, and only something that I’d listen to when in a particular frame of mind. There were twenty-three staves of music.
“Yes. It’s taken years to be able to do, but I can read parts for individual instruments or sections and hear the music in my head”.
“You should be a dirigent”. Åke used the Continental European name for a conductor.
“No, No Way. I don’t have an Orchestra nor the patience either”. I protested
“If I was in an Orchestra, I’d watch every movement and hand and body gesture from you like nothing else was important”. He took hold of my hand, and looked at it. “You have wonderful hands; you’d direct and indicate to the players wonderfully”.
Stephen had wandered over to us from the kitchen.
“Oh my God, he’s not got you on his music has he”.
“Åke came here first”. I informed my ever loving and patient husband.
“Åke please don’t get him to demonstrate his sing along technique”.
I gave Stephen my impatient grin, and Åke looked puzzled.
Stephen enlightened him
“Gerren puts on his headphones, extra loud, and plays his Classical music, and reads the music score and sings the choral Bass line out loud. You can only hear his singing and it’s most disconcerting at times. He calls it his Sing Along with Bach, or Handel or Mozart sessions”.
I was ready to punch Stephen not too playfully on his bicep.
“I really don’t mind as it makes Gerren very happy, and I can put up with that, but it can get very disturbing when you only hear one part of a chorus, but it can go on and on for a couple of hours when he really gets into it”.
Stephen stood behind me and threw his huge muscled arms around me holding me tightly to him. Come on guys, ten minutes, the food will be ready, you’ll need to set the table.
Stephen left us and I replaced the music score in its place. “You have hundreds of music scores do you ever get to use them all”?
I admitted to being a bit of a collector but said that if I listened to music and I had the score I’d follow the parts. I got a lot of satisfaction from it.
We made our way to the kitchen, set the table and Stephen had done us proud. It was simple. Pasta, diced steamed chicken, mushrooms and vegetables, and a mushroom sauce and tons of it. Everything was laid out on the table and we told Åke to help himself and so he took very small portions for himself.
Stephen then helped him. “At this table we get stuck in”, he told our guest, and ladled plenty of the food onto Åke’s plate much to his surprise, and then took and even bigger portion of the food for himself before letting me take my share.
“That’s better”, Stephen pronounced. “Gerren, serve the wine”.
Again, Åke looked shocked at the size of the wine glasses and the amount I was pouring into his glass. I knew why he looked surprised. I told him that unlike Sweden, alcohol was comparatively cheap in the UK.
We raised our glasses and toasted each other in Swedish, as we had learned when we had visited.
“Skål”, and we all took a mouth full of the Italian Soave.
We chatted about ourselves a lot and how we met and came to live together, and out marriage and outlook on life and how we were so fortunate about Stephen inheritance from his great grandfather, that he’d known nothing about until a couple of days after our wedding.
”I never thought I’d ever be in a relationship with anyone”, Stephen told Åke, “and neither did Gerren, but I fell for him in the blink of an eye and when I found out a few hours later that he was gay, I really wanted to know him. Within a week I was besotted with him and I worked so hard to get a transfer down here to Cornwall to be near to him”.
“You’d not believe how he has changed my life”. Stephen continued as I listened already knowing the story. “I laugh a lot more, I actually listen and appreciate music now, and he gave me courage and confidence to talk about a couple of incidents that happened to me when in the Army in Afghanistan. And I love him for his caring and compassion for people, and for his super good looks, amazing body and massive dick”. Stephen ended on a practical note.
“You are a very attractive couple”. Åke complimented us. “I think many people would be interested in getting to know you both and would have difficulty in deciding which of you to take if the choice was only for one of you. You match each other well”.
“We see a number of attractive guys when we travel”, Stephen told the eagerly listening Åke, “But there are some things we really don’t like. For example, drug use. We don’t take non-medicated drugs, smoke or inject ourselves, and our only drug of use is Alcohol and in moderation”.
Åke nodded. “We are not into beards, they make guys look older than they are and personally if I want to kiss a hairy face then I’d kiss a dog’s face, and I don’t and we don’t own a dog. And tattoos, we both dislike tattoos. Some guys you see today are covered all over with them and I find them to be ugly, and Gerren doesn’t like them for a medical reason”.
“What’s that”, Åke asked me.
“Its very simple really, the skin is the largest body organ, and I don’t like seeing it being disfigured”. People don’t go around trying to deliberately damage their heart, Spleen, brain and so on, so why do the same to your skin”? That’s why I don’t like them. It doesn’t matter how good looking a guy is or how fit he looks, if he has tattoos, I’m turned off. I dislike people who have to show off their tattoos as a matter of admiration. They seem to think everyone has to admire them. Some people dislike them and some hate them and others have a phobia about them. It’s my view. If a tattooed guy is upset that I’m not interested in them because of their skin art then that’s not my fault – it’s theirs”.
“Wow”. Åke was slightly surprised. “You’d reject a guy even with a small tattoo”?
“Yes”. I told him. I stood up and went to the fridge to fetch another bottle of wine, pulled the cork and asked him, “Want some more of my drug of choice”?
He laughed and held up his glass for me to pour the fermented grape juice. I filled Stephen’s glass as well as my own.
“We’ll work off the drink in bed and exercising in the morning”. Stephen boomed out and we toasted each other and took a sip.
“Oh fuck”! Åke called out. “I forgot. I brought you a bottle of Brännvin as a gift”. He raced upstairs to his room and brought down a large bottle of the Swedish brew. “Not for tonight but later this week huh”?
Stephen took the bottle from him and examined the bottle and label and thanked him.
“I’ll put it in the fridge to stay cool and ready for us to drink together as a pre-fuck apéritif during the week”. Åke’s blue eyes gleamed at the thought.
“But for tonight, we really must get to know each other a lot better once again. Come on bring your drinks upstairs and let’s get familiar again”.
We guided Åke to our bedroom, and standing in the space at the bottom of the bed we made a standing triangle and three-way kissed and stripped each other naked. We were all excited and rubbed our cocks together.
“What do you want from us”. Stephen quietly asked.
“Your hot bodies and massive cocks”. A natural answer from the eager Swede. “What do you want from me”? He asked in return.
“Your sweet mouth, your hot kisses, your eager throat, your wonderful fat cock and balls, your tight hole”, Stephen at this point thrust a finger deep into Åke’s rectum making him jump, “in fact all your handsome body for both of us to use and some mutual hot sex”.
Åke turned to Stephen and reached up and put his arms over Stephens shoulders, rubbing his crutch against Stephen’s, wantonly. “You can both have it all from me”, he drooled lasciviously, “Same rules as last time but just the three of us”?
“Certainly, all of what we did last time”. Stephen growled, his deep voice rumbling in pure sexual excitement. “Get down on your knees”. It was no order or demand, just a request that was really unnecessary. Our handsome guest would have done it eventually without being asked. In front of him our two massive cocks, nine and ten inches and both thick and unfurled were in front of his face. He reached up and held us both in his hands and admired them.
“jävlar”, he said, pronounced ‘ye-vlar’.
“what’s that mean”? I asked.
He licked his lips and looked at me in wonder.
“It means ‘fuck”. It’s the memory of you both and your size”.
“Well let me ye-vlar your face”, Stephen told him.
Åke laughed again. “We are going to have to have some Swedish lessons this week – the word you want to use is Snu-la. It means to fuck. You will want to Snu-la my face”. He opened his mouth really wide sticking his tongue out wide and licked the underside of Stephen nearly obscenely fat cock-head, raising himself slightly high so he got the head totally in his mouth and then sitting back on his knees pulling Stephen’s extra hard cock downwards so he could get more of the shaft into his mouth and throat and cupping Stephen’s low hung balls in a hand.
I stood beside Stephen, with my arm around his waist and he turned to me and kissed me deeply. There was still about seven inches of Stephen’s cock not in Åke’s mouth and I gripped the base of my cock with my index finger and thumb and slapped Stephen’s exposed cock very hard. It must have felt like an inch and a half thick rod of iron was being hit extremely hard by a bar of steel as the first bar was being gripped in a mouth.
He must have enjoyed it as he took hold on my cock in his free hand and used it to hit Stephen’s cock even harder. When he’d had enough of it, we went down on my cock and used Stephen’s to slap mine as his tongue swirled around my cockhead. Then the greedy guy was trying the impossible and that was to get both our cocks in his mouth at the same time. Mabe fun trying but we are so thick dicked that it just couldn’t happen so he contented himself with just licking both our cock heads together.
We stopped kissing to watch the sexy Swede contenting his mouth on us. There was a lot more still to do to and with our guest and we had discussed a new position for us both that we wanted to try out on our willing bottom guy.
The preparation continued with plenty of kissing, mutual sucking, tit play body worship and arse licking. The latter was one of my favourite acts on Åke. He has a wonderful muscled arse with a beautiful hairless pink hole which reacts beautifully when teased by a couple of tongues. Stephen and I had discussed how we were going to use his hole for all our pleasures. It was something we had seen in one of our favourite porn videos. We were going to have a very long fuck and suck session and Åke was going to be fucked and do a lot of sucking.
On the bed we pulled and twisted our friend into all sorts of positions and, god bless him, Åke was suggesting some of them. We tag teamed him, spit roasted him, had him below us and above us and the man never let up or protested once. We rammed our cocks deep into his hole and pulled them out for re-lubing and cleaning from his mouth lips and tongue and he was piggish enough to be our pig for the night. Those deep blue eyes never protested once and his smile never stopped.
Then we got him on the floor and lifted him up onto his head, upside down and opened his legs wide exposing his gaping hole and filled it with lube and spit.
It was difficult to start as my cock was super hard but I was able to loosen up a bit so that I could almost vertically push my nine inches down into his hole. He loved it as I fucked him from above with a little difficulty. Stephen using his body weight to keep Åke in position, then we swapped. Stephen pushed his monster down vertically into the more than willing hole and was able to get himself fully home. It looked amazing, watching my most favourite dick working the anal tunnel full blast.
We’d seen it in the video, where the two guys then took alternate strokes of the fuck hole one after the other. We were able to adjust our hold of Åke’s legs so that his gaping hole was available for us both and we followed each other stroke after stroke, pushing our dicks down to the limit.
Åke was in raptures loving the action even in what must have been an uncomfortable position, almost shouting his satisfaction loudly. Unlike on the cruiser where the noise of sex might have been heard onshore or by neighbouring boats, here at home we were secluded and the noise didn’t matter as much.
We gave Åke a break and he assured us he was OK with the action. He’d never been in this position before and he loved it. He’d even try it with his boy-friend Ben, the mixed-race guy we had met, and a couple of other guys back in Stockholm.
“Want some more”? Stephen asked Åke as he stroked his cock meaningfully.
Åke was like a dog eager to go outside for a walk when its owner picked up the leash by the front door.
“Yeah, let’s get to it”.
We were soon in the same position and Stephen let me get inside first. He was deliciously just loose enough and ready for what we planned next. Stephen and I still faced each other and we looked into the others face and nodded.
Stephen placed his cock against mine as it lay still and hard, deep inside Åke and pushed against me, and the hole miraculously relaxed as the head disappeared inside his hole. There was an encouraging moan of satisfaction from below, a few words in Swedish followed by “Go on, do it”.
Reassured, Stephen pushed in further and I felt a relaxation of the body below me. I looked down to see Åke grinning at me. His head was bent to the floor and his body was being held vertically by his shoulders with his arms helping to hold himself comfortably in totally the wrong position. I reached and found his cock herd and leaking generously and felt Stephen start to slide further against my cock and I was thinking to myself that the Swede was really enjoying himself.
Soon Stephen was fully inside with me and it took a few moments but we soon got the rhythm of alternate fucking and then by chance of us both pumping his hole together in unison.
Åke was really into the action almost constantly encouraging us to fuck him harder, but he couldn’t stay in that position for too long with all his blood rushing to his head. He called out to us. Got to take a rest guys. And we withdrew from his well fucked and stretched hole and helped him to his feet where he struggled slightly with balance and so we laid him down on the bed each side of him and caressed his fit body and cock and gave him gentle kisses.
“You are both exciting and interesting to fuck with”. He told us. “I bet you get hundreds of guys here to play with”.
I told him that the opposite was true.
“We are fussy about the guys we have here. We enjoy our privacy and there are actually very few guys who come here”.
Stephen continued. “Most of the guys who come here are what we would call personal friends, people who we get on with both personally and sexually”.
“And guys we are attracted too as well”. I added.
“A lot of the time we have here we are alone”. Stephen continued and very few of our friends are local and most are people we meet on our travels. We have five or six guys who I would say are regulars”. Stephen continued.
“Some guys we have known since before we met”. I mentioned.
“Yes, Newton from Jamaica, that Gerren has known for a long time, and Chris, Mike and Carl that I know as well as some friends we have met since we got together”.
Åke picked up a little. “Have you ever had all these guys together here”?
We had we told him and also in London with our friends of our friends too.
“Also, those friends of ours with other guys we know locally here”.
“You have parties, orgies”? Åke was excited at the idea.
“More an organised orgy I’d say”. Stephen could see that our friend was excited by the idea. “If we know that were will have a guest here, I would put something together for them, so it’s organised that way, and we have done the same when we’re in London and on Grand Canaria when we have sailed there”.
“Fuck”, Åke breathed, “Yeah, Ben and I like parties in Stockholm. We get invites nearly every weekend”. Stroking his cock out of excitement he went on. “Sometimes really big groups of twenty guys or more, all night long and sometimes into the second day”.
“Well tonight we are just the three of us”. Stephen brought us back to the present. “Maybe another time whilst you are here you can start things off by telling us both about some of the parties you and Ben have attended huh? Get us all very horny ready for more action”?
He agreed siting one condition. “As long as we start with the three of us all being naked on the bed to start”. It was a no brainer.
Åke and Stephen got together close and were kissing so I took the chance to suck on both their excited cocks, loving the taste of both of them and the thickness of them in my tight fist.
“Go on, Fuck me again”. I heard Åke tell Stephen. I was pushed out of the way as my husband straddled the Swedes hot body, lifting up his legs and dribbling down onto his cock to provide some lubricant.
When in a threesome or more I always get very excited witnessing a cock entering a hole and fucking, I just love getting in close to see the cock stretching the hole as it is pushed in and pulling the outer muscle away on the backward stroke. Stephen’s monster always excites me, especially as he loves fucking hard and fast. I feel no jealousy when I see him fuck another guy. In fact, I get very excited by it and I know he likes something I try to do when he fucks and invariably, he always moves to let me get there to please him.
I love to rim his arse as he fucks, not the easiest of things to do as he likes fucking deep, pulling out his cock nearly all the way before ramming the great length back inside. It makes keeping my face deep in his arse cheeks very difficult, but he loves the sensation. These days he’ll push his enormity all the way inside and hold it there deep as the bottom sighs in extasy and I really get my face deep into his hole.
This usually ends with him telling me to come and kiss him and he drools all over my mouth and lips and pushes his tongue deep into my mouth as we passionately kiss, with him holding my head in his huge hands and we trade dirty looks directly into each other’s eyes.
Tonight, Åke was also given the thrill of tasting Stephen’s arse on my mouth and lips, with Stephen looking on with the dirtiest look of approval deep inside his eyes.
