Mike joins the party
We had a great chat with Åke the next day, talking more about the family history and taking him to the village to show him where the records we knew of about the Swedish connection were kept and showed him the history of our local church. He had a great meal in the pub where Åke attracted a few of the girls who work there, having now got over the fact that Stephen was now well and truly taken by me and most definitely married to me.
The following day, we took Åke to Mevagissey and showed him the small fishing port where my ancestor had brought his Swedish bride and started the family which I eventually sprung from with my very different blond looks to the usual dark Cornish Celtic looks of the rest of my family.
I was now very happy that I had proof of the Genetic Swedish genes that produced me and had even put a copy of the best evidence on my mobile phone to thrust in the face of anyone who doubted my Cornish.
Åke was enjoying seeing parts of Cornwall. He’d seen it on TV in Sweden with Drama’s like Poldark and Swedish translations of German TV’s films of Rosamunde Pilchers Cornish stories, filmed in Cornwall as well as Doc Martin. We planned a trip to Port Isaac as a surprise for our good friend.
To our surprise we had a phone call from our friend Mike, the American guy, ex college football player and hunk who during his early twenties went out to California, started to do Escort work and did a number of gay porn video’s but dropped out when a fellow porn star started hassling him on and off set.
Mike had met a fellow porn star from Germany, Carl, though he was usually billed as a Russian and they kept in touch, fallen for each other and eventually set up a leather clothing and toys workshop in a converted home and barn south of London. They were very well known on the leather scene in London and Brighton and had many parties at their home both of a leather and non-leather scene, which at times became quite notorious. Stephen had met Mike at a bar in Brighton a few years before he met me and he had fucked both Mike and his lover/partner Carl a few times. Not long after Stephen and I had met each other I was also introduced to the partners and memorably another of their friends as well as Stephen’s, Chris, the high-class Swiss German Escort, who had also become friends of Stephen and I.
Stephen took the call.
Mike was in Devon, the county to Cornwall’s east. He was looking at a couple of pubs that he was interested in buying.
Stephen asks him where he was and he’s in the South Hams. The area to the Southeast of Plymouth. One pub is in a seaside location and the other at a riverside further inland. Both, he claims, have potential. Would Stephen and I like to come and have a look the next day.
Stephen tells Mike that we have a guest staying from Sweden and would it be fine if we brought him along. Suddenly, Mike is very interested asking about our guest and when we describe Åke to him he becomes very interested. We arrange a time and are told the location.
We put it to Åke and he’s very interested in seeing the place and our friend. He gets a huge rush of testosterone and is immediately horny. I couldn’t remember either Stephen or myself telling him about Mike but Åke knew that in the past Mike had done porno in San Francisco. To give ourselves a rest Stephen took the randy Swede upstairs to the bedroom and found some of Mikes past video’s that we had and left him alone to drool and work out his excitement.
Downstairs in the kitchen, over a couple of coffees, we discussed Mike and Carls move. It seemed strange that they were giving up their home in Surrey and their leather business and moving to run a pub and restaurant. I couldn’t imagine either of them being ‘Mein Host’ in a typical country pub in an English village and neither could Stephen but as he said to me it was their decision and money.
“As long as they don’t come crying to us for money I don’t care”, was Stephen’s attitude.
I reminded him that a lot of cash for the leather business and the house and Barn conversion had come from the deep pockets of Chris.
A thought had suddenly crossed my mind, and I started laughing and found that I couldn’t stop. The ridiculousness of the idea had hit the funny side of my brain.
Stephen almost loosing patience asking me what I found so funny but realising that I’d had one of my weirder ideas, asked me what it was.
“Can you imagine them having a leather night in the restaurant, with all the locals in leather gear”?
The idea amused Stephen too. “Actually, I can see Mike serving behind the bar pulling pints wearing leather shorts and a body harness to the local gentry and farmers”.
“Or a jockstrap and chaps”, I added to more laughter from us both.
“I bet you ten pounds that you don’t dare put the idea to him”. Stephen’s eyes full of mischief. Actually, I could see that he knew that I would ask Mike.
I heard the shower running upstairs and knew that Åke had relieved himself of his horniness, a few minutes later he came down looking as if nothing had happened.
“Enjoy the video”? Stephen asked.
“Hell, he’s amazing, and what a body and cock he has”. Åke was smitten.
“Which video did you put on”?
“The leather orgy scene”. Stephen smirked. It was one of Mikes best scenes; ten or more hot guys all mixing it up, almost no holds barred but now at least twenty years old when Mike was at his best and before he got sick of the Porn scene. I started laughing again at the thought of that orgy taking place in an English country pub with the locals popping in and out as the action carried on all around them.
I left it to Stephen to explain it to Åke. I don’t think he understood.
The next made an early start to Devon, it was ninety miles away, and we took the Range Rover. It would fit the three of us comfortably. It would give Åke a view of different areas of East Cornwall, very different from my beloved home area in the far west on the edge of Europe.
Instead of going over the Road bridge into Devon and Plymouth I drove down to an area I hardly ever passed through, passing through Anthony, to Torpoint and we took the ferry across to Plymouth. It gave me a short rest as we made the short crossing and gave Åke a chance to see a bit of Plymouth.
It took us another twenty-five minutes to get to Newton Ferrers but we easily found Mike waiting for us. He was leaning against the bonnet of his car, looking relaxed in a loose-fitting white shirt and blue jeans. He greeted us with a huge smile and waved in the direction of the pub which was right along side the river. Actually, the tide was out and the river was just a creek, but it was easy to imagine the tide fully in.
We introduced Mike to Åke. They shook hands and I noticed that Åke gripped Mikes bicep tightly as they exchanged greeting and stared deeply into the other’s eyes and smiled meaning fully.
“Where’s Carl”? Stephen asked, breaking the spell between the newly prospective lovers.
“He’s back home taking care of the preparation to move. We’re having a closing down sale, and have already got rid of the equipment. Two old leather darlings in East London offered us more than we had decided to sell it at”. He sniffed, “Didn’t even have to haggle. I think now that I could have got a couple of thousand more for it all if I tried”. Mike was very relaxed about it.
The pub was still closed until lunch, so we admired the building from outside and took a walk along the bankside. We chatted about why the guys were selling up the business and going into the pub and restaurant trade. Mike gave us his reasons, looking at Åke most of the time. I noticed that Mike had opened a couple of buttons on his shirt flashing some more flesh and exposing the deep cleft of his pecs, in spite of the coolness of the mid-September morning. The Swede could hardly take his eyes off Mikes body and Mike knew it.
Whilst Mikes mind was transfixed on Åke, I sprang.
“Are you planning leather nights at the pub? You know Monday night is quiz night, Tuesday is drinks promotion night, Wednesday is leather night”?
Stephen cursed.
“No, but we have thought of the waiters in the restaurant serving in denim and leather”. Mike was quick to come back at me.
“What about chefs and so on? You really can’t cook to restaurant standards yourself”. Stephen was more practically minded than I was. “If we get either of the pub’s we’re looking at we’ll keep on the staff already in place and if they want to leave, we’ll hire locally as much as we can”.
“You don’t have a hot gay chef already in mind”? I knew Mikes mind.
“You’re not available, Gerren. I take you on anytime, you’re a marvellous cook”.
“I know you’d take me on, but not for cooking food. You’d have me strapped to the bed for eternity”.
Mike blew me a kiss.
We turned back to the pub, and Mike gave all his attention to Åke. They walked in front of us; Mikes hand on Åke’s shoulder holding him in place as if in ownership, and the two built guys looking constantly at each other and smiling a lot as they chatted.
By the time we’d arrived back at the pub it had opened and was ready for the lunchtime crowd.
Inside I was impressed. There was space and two main rooms each with a bar and tables laid out in each ready for lunch. Mike had arranged for a table for four ahead of time and we sat down looking around at the décor. Mike next to Åke, which was strange for me as he usually made a bee line to be next to me, his hand on my thigh most of the time, but I was now old news. I still had my husband next to me, and together we could have fun watching the guys opposite us.
Mike asked what drinks we’d like, and I ordered a soft drink being the driver.
The menu was impressive, though a little expensive for what was on offer.
The service was very correct but not friendly, and the food really good.
Mike paid for the meal for all of us and outside we chatted again, Stephen asking the important question.
“How much were they asking for the business and buildings and how much was he offering”?
They want one million for the lot and I’m offering Nine Hundred and Fifty Thousand Pounds.
“Will you get it”?
“I think so”? Mike didn’t sound quite so confident. “She fancies me. It’s so obvious, but the husband is cagey when answering questions. Carl likes this one compared to the one on the coast”.
Åke had his mobile out and was punching the screen and whistled.
“It is very much. Thirteen million Krona”.
“We can afford it; it’s a lot less than we are getting from the sale of our property. It’s not the property itself that you pay for but also the location”. Mike assured us all.
“We surprised ourselves at how much it had gained following our improvements and we have already paid back the money we owed to Chris”. Mike deliberately told Stephen and myself.
After the meal, we had a long about the work Åke had done for me in Sweden regarding my family history with Mike commenting that he bet it wasn’t the only work he had done for Stephen and myself.
We took another walk with Mike who was staying in the area for a couple more days and we prepared to leave.
I just knew something would happen between the other two. Mike joined Åke in the rear of the Range Rover for a few minutes, and Stephen and I took another short walk.
When we returned both of the guys were out of the car with guilty looks on their faces. In the vehicle was the smell of man sex. Åke was sitting quietly in the rear seats with a very satisfied look on his face.
I drove home via the bridges at Saltash back into Cornwall, the spirit of the land re-entering my body and soul once we had crossed the border, as it has always done, and I sighed with relief.
Stephen spoke up. “I don’t think Mike really wants the pub. I’ll not be surprised if he tells us in a week or so that the deal is off”. I wondered how Stephen knew it was going to happen.
We stopped off in Hayle to buy some supermarket food that I could microwave for the evening meal. I wasn’t up to a second pub meal, and I wasn’t keen on cooking again myself.
Åke asked Stephen if he could watch another of Mikes former videos in our bedroom, and they went upstairs to make the arrangement.
Åke and I had already been to the local church to look at my family record with the parish clerk, and we had arranged to visit Mevagissey to see the church where Hannah-Anne Hyquist had married my ancestor and was buried. Stephen remained at home when we visited.
In the car, driving to the small Cornish South Coast port, I asked Åke what he and Mike had been up to when they were alone. Almost nonchalantly, he told me just kissing, and sucking and jacking the other.
“He’s very handsome and sexy even for his age, but he still looks as young and hot as he does in the old videos I saw”. Åke’s voice betrayed that he had a secret.
“Are you going to see him again? Did you exchange contacts”? I knew of Mikes roaming habits.
“I hope so”. I somehow knew that the hope would happen, and the guys would meet again.
We toured the small port of Mevagissey. Åke was surprised that the village was so small.
“We always think of England as being built over everywhere just like London, and I am surprised how rural it is here”.
“It would be the same about Sweden”. I told him, “We would think that the country is full of snow-covered forest all year round and always cold”.
In the church we looked around and Åke took out his mobile and took a few photos of the church and its architecture. He was happy. “I can send to the family in Chicago some pictures regarding, their ancestor’s life here”.
“Are you going to write to them”? we hadn’t discussed the matter.
“Yes, but only in a general way to let them know about you and your interest in their family and ancestors and to see if they want to make a contact”. I thought about it for a moment and decided that it could be a good thing if it happened.
Back outside, Åke took some snaps of the graveyard and we walked to the harbour area and looked around and more pictures we taken.
“I have enjoyed being here in Cornwall, seeing you and Stephen at your wonderful home, and getting to know you better. It’s a shame that I go home in a couple of days”.
I also felt it a shame that he had to leave but I knew that we’d keep in contact.
Before we left Mevagissey, Åke took out his phone to look at his album and to show me some of the pictures he’d taken of our home, the pub, coast, and Stephen and myself at home. He scrolled through them quickly, but I did catch a few photos that did really interest me.
They were taken in Newton Ferrers. There were pictures of the pub, the river, and of Stephen and I and Mike, but the ones that caught my eye were of Åke and Mike in the back of my car.
The naughty boys had been taking selfies of each other, kissing, sucking each other, and of their cum over their abs. I made Åke show me them slowly. I asked him to copy them to me. Grinning he did so and within a couple of minutes they had arrived on my mobile.
We drove home stopping in Truro on the way back and when I turned back into the entrance to the property, I saw another car parked in the driveway. It was Mikes car. I wondered what it was doing there. Stephen hadn’t texted me to say he had arrived. This was unexpected as I had thought that Mike had returned to Surrey.
Åke and I went inside to the house, but the men were not about. We walked through the conservatory into the garden and down to ‘Ajan Krowji’, our shelter, down by the coastal path and they were there, talking to each other with a beer in hand. They didn’t look to discomforted to see us.
Mike stood up and embraced me first, slipping his hand down to grope my crutch at the same time. I lowered my hands down to his muscled hard rear and squeezed both cheeks. If he wasn’t wearing trousers, I’d have slipped a couple of fingers inside his backside. I saw that Stephen was watching and he gave me a wink of approval.
Then Mike greeted Åke, this time it was the same. The grope of the crutch which made Åke jump but followed by a deep tongue invading kiss. Well, I thought the correct proprieties when it came to my greeting – almost, and most definitely over the top when he greeted Åke, who looked overwhelmed by the experience but happy.
I asked Åke if he’d like a drink and he asked for a beer, I walked back uphill to the house and picked up a four pack from the fridge and a can of cider for myself and took them back to the guys, handing them over to Stephen to distribute. I have no idea what the guys were talking about whilst I was away and given no information as to why Mike had turned up. I had an idea though. I didn’t question anyone and just accepted his presence.
It was only during the conversation about the weather and the Ocean that I found out that Mike would be staying a couple of nights. That would tie in with Åke’s final two days with us. My mind though, was racing, what did I have by way of food to stretch to four when Mike proposed that he would take us all out to St Ives to the Porthminster Beach Café. Once the best restaurant in England but now a shadow of its former self. Still decent enough. Stephen accepted on our behalf. I was a bit pissed off that we would have to cancel the surprise trip to Port Isaac to show Åke Doc Martin’s village.
Mike was as good as his word, driving and avoiding the booze and paid for us all. We had a great table and watched the moon rise over the hills across the bay behind Hayle as we devoured local scallops, prawns and calamari for starters and Stephen and I shared a massive lobster, and Mike and Åke, again sitting together, both had turbot with crab.
We drove home in a very good mood, and we persuaded Åke to open his gift of the bottle of Brännvin, the Swedish liqueur. We found the shot glasses and we toasted and knocked back the drink.
After three shots of the stuff, Mike suggested that he and Åke went upstairs to bed. We bid then goodnight knowing full well what was going to happen in the bedroom next door to us.
Whilst we were alone, Stephen told me that Mike had been outbid on both the pubs he was looking at. He was a bit pissed off. He was going to have to look further afield. Carl was very upset apparently. Mike was going to call in to some Estate Agents in Truro to see what was available in Cornwall.
I raised my eyebrows at that news. The prospect of him and Carl being closer to us than the expected ninety miles as a little alarming and I told Stephen so. My husband had already given Mike a gentle warning that we did like our solitude at home and also that he wasn’t going to offer any cash towards the proposed business. A friendship and at a distance was what we offered.
We tidied up and went upstairs to bed. Just as I thought, Åke and Mike were fucking and had left the door slightly open. We took a peek to see Mike building up quite a sweat as he pounded Åke’s hole. The dirty minded guy had even lined up the action so we could see the action clearly as he topped the excited and very verbal Swede in the missionary position. Mike even looked at us peering at the slightly open door and gave us a wink.
We closed the door and stripped and hit our bed together by ourselves once again. We cuddled up to each other and let the Swedish drink slip us off to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I was alone. I went to pee and noticed that the door to the second bedroom was again ajar. I peered inside again, and I don’t know if the guys had been fucking all night but they were fucking again. I left it to them and showered and went downstairs to prepare a breakfast for the four of us. After the feast the previous night I kept the food light. Stephen was working up a sweat in the gym-room. I disturbed him only to tell him I was making a light breakfast and that the guys were fucking again. He knew it already. Taking a short rest, he told me that we’d have them both tonight and gave me one of his very best dirty smiles.
It wasn’t until after ten that the guys came downstairs, Mike just wearing a pair of shorts. His nips seemed well used, and I couldn’t resist greeting him with a morning kiss and pinching his nips very hard which he loves. This time he winced pulling away from me.
“Jesus Gerren, have a care, he was chewing the hell out of them for half the night”. Åke grinned broadly with a very satisfied smile on his handsome face flashing his perfect teeth and pretended to bite something invisible.
“And how is your arse this morning”? I asked him.
“Good, I can sit down still”. He told me.
“Well used”. Mike confirmed. I poured the coffee and offered them toast, cheese strips and ham.
“I’ll be taking Åke to Truro this morning if you don’t mind Gerren”. Mike informed me. “We’ll be going to some of the Agents in the city to do a reconnaissance. Seeing what is about for sale in Cornwall and passing on info about what we’re looking for”.
“Well, be aware that Cornwall might be a lot more expensive than Devon”. I warned him, “But you could be lucky”.
I turned my attention to Åke. “Have you heard from Ben”? He shook his head, suddenly remembering his friend and partner back in Stockholm”.
“Who is Ben”? Mike was interested.
Åke explained while I looked for a decent or rather indecent photo of the sex mixed race friend back in Sweden to show Mike. I found one of Both Ben and Åke naked with erections swinging in front of them and looking really happy with life.
“Fuck Gerren”, Mike was really interested. “I’d love them both back in the cellar at home”, and then he realised that he was selling his home. “Damn”.
“I bet you and Stephen had masses of fun with them both”. He stared at the photo, and used his fingers to expand the photo enlarging the faces of the guys first and then lowering the picture down to the cocks. “Oh yeah, a couple of real beauties there. Got one of their butts”?
It was Åke who showed Mike what he wanted to see, and a few more showing a lot more than I had known about.
“Christ”. Mike exclaimed as Åke scrolled through some detailed action shots on his mobile now kneeling besides the open jawed Mike.
“Look at this”, Åke told him now showing a video recorded on his phone. It was part of the Stockholm group sex parties. Mike was now silent as he watched and squeezing his bulging crutch.
“You said nothing about this last night”. Mike complained.
“I couldn’t – either my mouth was full of you or kissing you or your cock was fucking me most of the night”. Åke licked his lips.
“Yeah”. Mike agreed still transfixed by the video.
I wanted to see more on the phone and inside I was cursing Åke for not telling me. I’d get him later.
“Go on guys, get your backsides to Truro and let me know when to expect you back for the evening”, and I dismissed them to get dressed.
Stephen had locked himself in his office room. Once upon a time, I was never allowed in there when he was working from home for the UK Government when he was in charge of the security of the Internet cables that run out of Cornwall to other areas of the world, but now, we both had no need to work. Though I’d always respected his desire to be left alone when he was in his office.
I left a note on the kitchen table telling Stephen that I was up at the family farmhouse. I wanted to chance to let my brother knew about what had happened the search of the Swedish side of our family history. It was clear that he wasn’t as interested as I was. I was the one whose appearance was different to everyone else. It had never bothered him once I had found out about the Swedish connection. That it had been discovered that Hannah-Anne Hyquist had living relatives in Chicago didn’t interest or disturb him.
I shrugged my shoulders and joined Laura my sister-in-law in the kitchen and complained to her about my brother’s lack of interest.
“He won’t be”. She told me over a cup of milky coffee. “He’s not the head of the family, you are Gerren”. Between sips of coffee and bites of fresh home-made of Clotted Cream on fresh cooled bread and that deliciously sweet drizzle of treacle that we Cornish call ‘Thunder and Lightning’, she told me “Just keep hold of the details. I’m sure one day in the future someone will find the extended family tree. You’ll might never know that through Pascoe’s line in the future, that blond Swedish gene could possibly strike again”. Pascoe is my nephew.
Everyone who needs to know, recognises you as your mother and father’s child, and look at you. The perfect embodiment of health and attractiveness”. And as an aside she half muttered “Apart from Stephen”. Laura still had the hots for him as did most of the women folk of the area.
“You’re not going out to Chicago to meet these people are you”? I was ready for that one.
“No, I might just write to them and see if they have any interest”.
Laura looked my in the eye, she had this intuition about men and if they were telling the truth or misleading her.
Clearing up the table she just said that we’d all see if that would happen, knowing that at times I could be very stubborn.
“Tell my husband that his lunch will be ready in thirty minutes for me please, as you pass him by”.
That was my dismissal. As I put on my boots on the outside of the kitchen door, she asked me to “Pass my love to Stephen please”. I would be sure to do so; next time she’d see Stephen, she’d ask him if I did. Laura really did fancy Stephen.
Back home Stephen was out of his office pottering around heating up some soup and making a few sandwiches for our lunch.
I passed on Laura’s love to him, duty done and described the lack of interest from my brother Goran, and my sister-in law.
When I told Stephen that Laura had asked if I would be going to Chicago, Stephen raised his eyebrows. And I told him no. I’d contact by e-mail or letter and see the reaction from across the pond, if any. Stephen seemed to be at ease with that, and we settled down to his lunch table.
We discussed Mike and now looking for moving to Cornwall.
There was nothing we could do about if he came down to Cornwall with Carl to make their lives here, but we’d have to lay down the law about our relative solitude here. That was a must and Stephen was insistent that Mike kept his hands off of me. I know he fancies you like crazy and want to fuck you but that is my territory alone, and I have every intention of keeping it that way.
I told Stephen that he’s have no problem with me on that score.
Like a visit to Chicago, Mike and Carl’s move to Cornwall or even Devon we’d have to see what happens in the end.
We turned our conversation to Åke’s final night with us and his departure the next day. It was now obvious that we’d have to have a foursome with Mike joining in and that we’d have to try a now DP position with the Swede that we hadn’t tried before. Mike had most probably done it but then again Mike had done everything possible in his long sexual life.
I knew without guessing that Åke and Mike would stay in touch and that there would eventually be an introduction to Mikes partner Carl. I would drive Åke to the airport and see him on his way back to Sweden. We decided that we’d order on line a Chinese meal rather than my having to spend hours working in the kitchen. All I’d have to do would be to prepare some autumn fruits for a dessert. Not the hardest of chores.
I had a text message from Åke telling me that the guys would be back by five pm and that everything was fine and that they had lunch. I texted back saying that I had organised food for the evening and I got a thumbs up.
I spent the rest of the afternoon working in the garden listening to Bach and Mozart and I salvaged the fruits of the summer. It had not been the sunniest of summers but certainly one of the wettest.
I was grateful for the rain; the soil is sandy and lets the rain soak down to the table below. That would enable Stephen and myself to use more of our well water and save some extra money. From the greenhouse I managed to rescue a decent crop of cucumbers which I could pass onto our only remaining farm shop in Hayle, and to store plenty of potatoes, and carrots, for the winter. I’d peel, blanch and store them in the deep freezer.
Just before five I placed an order with the Chinese restaurant for delivery at about seven pm and laid the table ready for when the guys returned.
They were spot on time, the alarm at the gate working well to alert me to the guy’s arrival back home and they came back into the house all excited and as soon as the door closed they were in each other’s arms, kissing deeply and rubbing crutches together excitedly with Mikes hands tightly holding Åke’s arse cheeks tightly.
“Don’t go spoiling what might happen later guys”. I warned them. Both of them turned to face me with delighted expressions of their faces.
“Let’s go upstairs and shower off the day”, Mike suggested, as I told them that food should be ready by seven fifteen.
Stephen and I were relaxing on the Sofa waiting for the regional news at six thirty, when Mike came to join us, clearly excited.
“Today was really worthwhile. We went into this Estate agents in Truro and found this cute salesman very bright-eyed and after I had told him what I was looking for he showed me the location of a pub/restaurant just on the marked two days previous, and not even in the news-papers or on -line yet. A quick sale wanted too. It’s on the A-38 Trunk Road and the river close by but on the wrong side of the road, but parking for one hundred and fifty cars. They guys even took us to see it. Guys it’s perfect”.
“It’s called the Angler’s Rest, and it’s old, about two hundred years old and it gets great passing trade”.
He was really excited about it.
“Why the quick sale”? Stephen asked.
“The couple who owns and run it, well he’s fifty-five and had a severe stroke about a year back and the wife is struggling to cope with running the pub and caring for the husband. Basically, they own the place and have a couple of managers to run both sides of the business for them. They want to move to live in a more manageable home rather than the pub. Oh yes, there are also a dozen bed and breakfast rooms too. They are only asking seven hundred and fifty thousand pounds for it”. Mike was full of the property. “I’ve spoken to Carl and he’s coming down over night to have a look. I instantly put down an offer for the full amount. There will have to be the survey of the property and to have an accountant look at the books, fortunately Carl is a great accountant. Guys I’m so excited by this”. The excitement was plain to see. Stephen had doubts.
“Don’t be too eager. You’ll want to have a look at the trade and the accounts and a full inspection of all of the buildings and to get yourself a decent solicitor to handle all of the legal work.”
I had already looked up the ‘Anglers Rest” on the internet and it seemed to a very favourable set of reviews but it was the poor reviews that interested me. This was the criticism about what needed to be improved on and Mike and Carl would really have to take note of it, if they got to buy it.
We were not going to put down Mikes ebullient enjoyment of the moment. The beers came out and Åke joined us sitting next to Mike.
Just after seven, the driveway alarm sounded alerting us to the delivery of the food and we sat down to a wonderful supper. We toasted Åke wishing him a safe journey back to home in Stockholm and to Mike and partner Carl on their future business ventures and enjoyed the food and the dessert. All the guys helped with the cleaning up and before long we were headed upstairs to the bedroom.
We were in a bundle of bodies, kissing and stroking as a foursome and before long, our clothes were slowly being stripped from each other as if it were a natural thing and we were soon all naked together, and the centre of attention was the Swede. He looked to be on a high of emotion with all the caressing, licking and sucking he was getting and seemed at one point to be nearly floating on air out of the pure sensation being visited on him.
He appeared to come back down to reality when Mike offered him his huge fat dick to suck on, with Åke turning his head to one side and wrapping his lips sensuously down the shaft of the Americans cock. It looked so natural that the two bodies should have been connected and that the face fucking that followed was so normal, Åke staring up at Mike constantly and unaware of when Stephen was doing to his nipples and I was enjoying myself with his legs in the air and my tongue licking his thighs with a determination of getting deep into his arsehole.
I was determined to have all three of us really give Åke a really good farewell fucking tonight. He was a very eager bottom but I had witnessed him also giving his friend Ben, a hard fucking too.
As my tongue crept up closer and closer to his balls and hole his moaning grew more intense and he opened his legs wider and raised them higher. He wanted a good rimming out and he knew I was the best as tonguing out his hole.
We had been holding Åke in the air as we gave him out attention and lay him down on the bed.
He looked sensational lying on his back, His handsome face, blue eyes, cute nose and sexy cock-sucking lips with his modern cut blond hair, with his broad shoulders and well-developed chest and abs and those sweet tiny work worked nipples, trim waist and the most succulent over-thick uncut cock, he was just made for sex, and I noticed for the first time, that he had the most even all over tan. Either Åke sunbathed totally naked or he used a tanning bed. No matter what, he was extraordinarily sexy as he lay on the bed and looked over the three of us, naked and hard for him, his dick jumping up and down in excitement.
“Fuck me guys, come on give me more fucking to remember”. He was going to remember it all right, Stephen and I had discussed what we wanted to do but now we had the extra participant of Mike with us and he was an exceptional fucker, but Åke already knew that.
The three of us were crawling all over him, giving his lovely all-over tanned body the treatment it deserved. I for one was happy that Mike saw just how sexy Åke was as I did. He was extremely desirable although he was muscled but not as big as the rest of us.
We kept Åke’s body busy, kissing him, chewing his nipples and pits, offering him our cocks to suck on, licking his abs and sucking on his hat juicy cock. When I sucked on it, he was leaking pre-juice like crazy.
The best was when we got to his beautifully hairless arsehole. He responded with loads of moaning and dilating the sphincter like crazy. It looked like a heart beating away in the video’s that you can see of an open heart. Mike and I were fighting for the chance to get our faces in there and kissing each other deeply when we met with Mike holding onto my head as he kissed, making sure he got to take all of the arse juice on my lips and tongue.
Stephen was the first to enter Åke. With the biggest of the three dicks, it was a joy to watch him slowly fill the hole and watch it stretch the cavity wide open. Fucking the Swede in the missionary position he lifted up the body underneath him bending his back upwards and using his powerful legs to keep Åke in position.
Our bed was large enough for Stephen to screw with Åke’s head in the far top corner for Mike to get close enough comfortably to lick Stephen arse as he screwed, and I was encouraging him to go even lower and use his hard tongue on Stephen’s shaft as he power-fucked the fortunate Swede. I got a look that asked if I was sure. I gave him an assenting nod and with his typical dirty grin he got in there. As soon as Stephen felt the tongue lubing his fat lengthy cock he slowed down and lifted the pelvis higher making it easier for Mike to get even closer and lick Åke’s ring-piece and he had both the fucker and fuckee moaning with pleasure.
I wanted to sit on Åke’s face but it was too tight a space for me to get a rimming from the guy. Later, I determined. I was able to get to kiss my husband and receive the most loving smile from him. I moved forward to hug him head-to-head, and he whispered in my ear.
“Do you think Mike will lick out the hole and suck me clean”? I had no doubt about it. Mike was a supreme pig and like Stephen and myself he had been liberated by PREP.
“Go for it”. I whispered back gently. I left my husband to keep fucking the ever-willing hole and crept behind Mike to rim him out as well.
“Keep going”. He urged me and like Åke’s hole Mike’s anus twitched in willing acceptance. The strange thing was that the more determinedly I rimmed Mike the more moaning came from Åke.
“Keep doing it”, He called out whether to encourage Stephen’s fucking or Mike’s licking of the anal area of Åke or my rimming out Mike, I couldn’t tell.
Then I heard a plop and a deep moan from Åke. Stephen had pulled out. I stopped rimming Mike having an idea what was about to happen and caught sight of Stephen’s huge cock shining with lube and arse juice right in front of Mikes face. There was a brief split second as Mike regarded the tool in front of him and swung his head around to face the magnificent dick and without a second thought opened his maw as wide as he could and took in as much as he could, tightening his lips around the fatness and pulling back very slowly until the crown of Stephen’s cock were at the lips and Mike pulled back making the same sound as I heard for moments before when it had left Åke’s well fucked hole.
Mike followed this with a superb display of licking all over the throbbing cock making sure every morsel had been covered.
In the meantime, Åke was whimpering at the loss of Stephen’s cock. Mike made up for this by thrusting his hard tongue deep into the gaping hole, and shaking his head about and easing Åke’s loss.
Stephen soon wanted to be at home in Åke’s arse and was pushing his cock against Mikes nose, moving his head away so he could fuck again.
Mike looked at me, jacking on my cock watching the pigs play and slid towards me, his tongue flicking like a snake, demanding a kiss, which I gladly gave him and it wasn’t long before we were in a sixty-nine sucking and rimming each other whilst Stephen was wildly fucking next to us.
“Come on Mike lets see you fucking him”. Stephen had pulled out once again and this time was ramming his cock into Åke’s mouth and throat leaving the half-satisfied Swede coughing and spluttering at the suddenness of it all.
Mike was soon on top of the blond muscle boy, pushing his nine inches deep into the wide-open hole.
I was soon onto Mikes tender nips, still not fully recovered from the torture he’s endured the previous action and torture from Åke’s teeth. Licking the buds and nipping and chewing and alternately sucking on the well-developed chest, with Stephen still feeding Åke his sloppy cock down the sucker’s mouth.
The three of us worked well as a team giving the tanned Swede what he wanted, his wet cock evidence of his pure enjoyment of the action. Very briefly I thought it was a shame that more of our friends were not about to make the action a lot more pleasurable.
As Mike built up a big sweat on his forehead, with his eyes glaring hard with the effort of fucking, Stephen asked out loud if Åke wanted to be doubled. His bulging eyes, flared nostrils and the grunting from his throat all indicated that he did.
“Mike watch this”. Stephen told his friend and lay down flat on the bed with his ten inch thickly veined cock held up in the air vertically by a thumb and index finger. As discussed earlier I sat on Stephen’s belly facing away from Stephen and lay my cock and balls against Stephen’s cock. My dick was a couple of inches above Stephen’s as they lay together in the air with Stephen’s massive hand gripping both our cocks together.
“Come on son, sit on our cocks”, Stephen gently coaxed Åke, and I lay back now towards Stephen as Åke spread his legs across our pelvises and sat don on my dick. Soon there was resistance as Stephen’s thicker cock met the anus and Åke had to push down harder to allow himself to open and start to take in Stephen’s cock.
I felt a lot of tightness and resistance suddenly as the arsehole spread open wider to start to take in Stephen’s cock head. Mike was lying down looking up to seethe action. “Jesus”. He whispered to no one in particular. “Fuck, he’s taking them both”.
Slowly and inevitably Åke took all that he could control the entry of both our cocks and was fucking himself on them.
“He’s so fucking hard”, Mike told us. Åke was facing away from us and Mike took the chance to suck on the ‘fucking hard’ cock.
I wasn’t as pleased with the position we were in. When Stephen and I had Double Fucked previously we were doing the fucking with one or both of us pleasing ourselves and giving the receiver a lot of pleasure too but this way, we were both stationary with the bottom, this time on top of us, sitting on our dicks fucking himself. Yes, it was good to have this action but I much preferred feeling Stephen’s cock rubbing against my own inside the arse. That was a major turn on for me.
Still, we continued, as long as Åke was happy. I was also happy when Mike asked if he could have a go.
Åke pulled himself off our cocks and I gratefully stood up to let Mike take my place. Mike took a hold of my hard cock smearing the lube and other juices from it and covered his own thicker cock with it and sat crouched down on top of Stephen their two equally thick cocks aligned for Åke to sit on them.
This would be interesting, Stephen and Mike had almost equally thick cocks though Mike was slightly less longer than me. This would mean that Åke would have to open up a bit more to occupy both dicks.
I knew he would with no trouble and this time I was free to walk around and see Åke’s face. It was one of pure excitement and joy and he looked up at me, standing on the bed with my cock in front of his face as be bounced himself expertly and with confidence on the two invading giant cocks.
He waved me towards him and I took the half step closer to him. He only had to lean forward an inch or so to suck on my cockhead, swirling his tongue around my cockhead making a moan of pleasure. As Mike had done, I went down to suck on Åke’s hard on tasting his juice, and lapping away on his glans, making him produce more natural lube.
Suddenly he’s telling me to stop and pulling my head off his cock. “I’m so close – I’m sorry”, he called out.
I understood but was amazed a few moments later when Åke stood up and twisted Mike off from Stephen’s body and went down on both the slimy cocks one by one trying his best to deep throat both the tools. He was intent on enjoying himself.
His rear was up in the air facing me and I could see the extended hole winking at me as it slowly relaxed back to its normal state. I just had to get down there and have a taste. Again, Åke was begging me to stop. “I’m going to shoot”. Mike was instantly off his back on the bed and scrambling around to get to Åke’s cock. “I want that juice again, guy”, and was awkwardly twisting the tanned body around for access to the cock, ignoring the fact that Åke was still deepthroating Stephen.
Åke was protesting loudly. “No No No No, not yet”, but his body was already shaking at the onset of his orgasm. Mike was sucking away on the sexy Swedes fat dick, and internally I was protesting too. I knew Mike intended to swallow the load, and I, selfishly, always like to see the spunk shoot out from the cock. But there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable.
Åke, still protesting, had to give in. He was already over the edge and was trying hard to hold it back internally in his cock and balls but I suppose his brain was past trying to stop it. All I saw of the orgasm was Mike gullet swallowing the spunk as it filled his mouth and Åke moaned in what I only describe as joyous disappointment. He really didn’t want to shoot just yet but he loved Mikes action on his cock.
I could see that Stephen was also slightly displeased. Like me, he enjoys seeing the cum spurt out of a cock and cover a face or body.
The young Swede looked as if he had willingness for more sex even if internally, we had sexually exhausted him over the past seven nights. He lay down on the bed with a huge smile on his face.
On the other hand, Stephen was annoyed. “Get him”. He told me nodding at Mike. The two of us soon had Mike on his stomach and sexy butt in the air, and Stephen had three fingers deep in the guy’s arse, stroking his hugeness as he prepared his revenge.
Mike only gave token resistance. He had wrestled Stephen many times in the past and always lost and knew how to take Stephen’s harsh fucking.
I had seen Stephen fuck Mike and his partner Carl many times in the past and it was always a great watch but this evening someone else was going to witness the action for the first time.
Åke had seen a couple of Mikes porno videos from way back in which Mike always played the handsome, thick dicked muscled top. He’d never bottomed during his brief porn career, so that tonight Åke could see for the first time, Mike really being given a serious fuck by Stephen.
A mouthful of Swedish hit the air as Åke stared over at the fucking happening right beside him. He had been on the receiving end of a few good fucks from Stephen on board our cruiser yacht and here at our home during the past week, but hadn’t seen anyone as sexy as Mike being screwed like this.
He was up on his knees to get a close up of the action and I had to shift up higher on Mikes back so Åke could see a lot clearer the penetration and forcefulness of the fucking.
As always Stephen’s big body pumped up as he fucked, he visually seemed to grow that bit larger as his huge heart pumped the blood around his body and his chest, neck, arms seemed to expand and the veins also swelled as he rammed his cock harder and deeper into Mike.
His blond hair darkened as the sweat poured from his forehead and the back of his neck, and his torso started to gleam with the thin film of sweat oozing from his perfect body. I knew from my own experience of being fucked by my husband that a couple of things happened just before he’d orgasm. A deep bass rumbling almost guttural sound came from his chest and his cock, as massive as it was, would swell. You can feel it expand and stretch your innards as his orgasm approaches.
When I get fucked by my husband, he’s is always calm and loving and tender; never forceful as he is with other guys. He always gives me warning that he’s about to withdraw and shoot all over me, so I am prepared. With others it’s that massive withdrawal of his huge cock in one fast movement and it’s quite a shock if you’re not expecting it. I had received a few body shocks from Stephen at the sudden emptiness in my fucked hole.
That was what happened to Mike. The crescendo of the chesty roar, followed by his cock being pulled all the way out and the aim as the cum spurted and flew out of his cock. This evening, he had pulled me to him as he got closer to cumming, and we kissed deeply, and I worked his nips hard.
As we kissed and he shot all over Mikes back and rear, I could feel his breath exhaling from his nose against my face as the husky sounds of satisfaction erupted from his throat. As the last few drops fell out of Stephen’s cock Åke, grabbed hold of the base of the throbbing dick and pushed his fingers up the length of the shaft forcing any remaining spunk out of the tip and hung out his tongue to lick the final drops as they appeared, before really opening his mouth and taking in as much of the fat monster cock as he could.
Stephen sharply slapped the spunk covered rear hard really making it really sting by the reaction from Mike. “That’s what you get for spoiling my fun”. He told Mike. I couldn’t help but notice a little bitterness in his voice.
Mike who likes some S&M didn’t take the slap as punishment but as something to be enjoyed and was about to retaliate when Stephen grabbed his arm raised into the air to deliver his response.
“No”. Stephen warned. “We’re not getting into that role play, as much as you’d like it. You can go too far Mike”.
Mike’s arm relaxed and Stephen let go.
“It might be OK between you and Carl and some of your more extreme friends but not with Gerren and me”. It was Stephen’s final word on the subject.
Åke, still horny, sunk his mouth down over Stephen’s immense cock, almost instantly calming Stephen down.
Mike scrambled over the bed looking for our cum towel to wipe his arse and back dry of Stephen’s huge load, cursing as he did so. It was only a small hand towel, and he had a problem cleaning himself. He got annoyed with himself and went to the second bedroom and hit the shower there.
As he showered away the sweat and cum from his body, Åke and Stephen got down to business on me, kissing and licking me everywhere and getting me really horny.
Stephen then suggested that tall, blue-eyed, handsome, sexy Swede sit on my cock facing me. With the cheekiest grin on his face, he crouched above me and reached under his legs to get a grip of my cock holding it straight up and aiming it at his already well fucked hole and slowly sitting down on me.
I had become used over the week to fucking the youngster, but tonight it felt special. Stephen pushed Åke down against me and I knew what he was after. I felt a couple of his fingers invade the hole stretching it open wider and shortly after I could feel his enormous cock sliding slowly against my own.
In the background I could hear Mike still in the shower.
Åke lifted up my head off the pillow and wrapped his forearms around my neck and was kissing me with some passion. Stephen was now building up a decent fuck rate against my cock. The excitement of the sensation of his cock sliding against my own made my cock spasm and expand and throb and this made both the men coupled with me groan.
I felt my cock start to slide out of the hole and pushed Åke further down by heaving on his shoulders. Fortunately, both Stephen and I were rock hard, and Stephen adjusted his fuck rater to enable me to get in deeper inside.
I heard the shower water stop but it didn’t stop us from continuing the double fucking. Stephen’s pace increased. Both the guys were issuing hard throaty sounds as they fucked. Mike must have heard the noise. He returned to the main bedroom still slightly wet, drying his hair as he walked towards us, taking in the scene and his fat cock visibly growing harder.
Åke caught sight of him and raised himself above me using his arms as if he was doing a push up and turning his head and deliberately and wantonly licking his lips. Mike quickly dried his back and his slightly hairy lower legs and stepped up onto the bed, thrusting his cock into the Swede’s mouth. Still grunting from the hard fucking his arse was getting his took in most of Mikes fat cock.
I felt as if I couldn’t get anymore of my cock inside the hole and Stephen was really forcing his cock as hard and as deep as he could. It was only Mike who couldn’t get all his cock into the mouth and now Åke was jacking himself off furiously
The tension in the room was becoming intense, and it was sensed that we were coming to an explosion of lust.
It was then that suddenly a quiet scream issued from Åke’s mouth it was like an urgent cry. He let go of Mikes cock from his mouth and stood up off both our rutting cock and sat down, kneeling on the bed and leaning backwards almost as far as he could, wanking himself.
“Give me your cock”. He called to Mike, who moved into position.
“Shoot on me guys, both of you at the same time, please. I want it all over me”. Stephen and I stood facing him wanking each other as Mike supplied him with what he wanted again filling and stretching Åke’s lips.
We stood side by side, with our free arms around the other’s waists, jacking ourselves, as Åke sucked the life out of Mikes cock and was wanking himself silly. I was certain I was close and let Stephen know. If our guest wanted us to shoot at the same time, then I was going to do my best for him.
Then he removed the fat cock from his mouth, sticking out his tongue, jacking on the fat beast against it rubbing and exciting the underside of the glans against the wetness.
I was now so close, and I felt Stephen’s arm around my waist tighten, and he looked at me silently nodding and I knew he was also close. Mike watched us too. He knew how we could both shoot our loads, and my legs were now shaking at the expectation of my orgasm.
Then I knew that the moment was there. I called out to Stephen to kiss me, and he turned his head his eyes flashing with love and desire and desperation to shoot with me and our tongues classes as he both breathed through our noses, then he brushed my hand away from my cock and mashed our cocks together and wanked them both off in one of his giant hands and I shot the first load, calling out a load moan as we kissed then I felt the second spurt and almost instantly I felt Stephen’s first blast race up the tube against mine to be released into the air to splatter against Åke’s tanned body.
There was a call of “Aw Shit”. From Mike as he also started shooting, all over Åke’s face and into his mouth and into his tongue.
Stephen and I were still kissing as we heard the remaining shots of cum hit the torso of the expectant Swede and his humming as he now held Mikes cock inside his mouth, making Mike squirm in over excitement as he licked out all the cum from the American’s cock and wanked himself off shooting his own cum all over himself.
Stephen and I stopped kissing and looked down on the kneeling guy. He was well covered in cum. and as he completed sucking off Mike, he had a very happy and satisfied grin on his face. He’d got what he wanted.
With cum dripping down off his chin and with one stream of cum, falling away from his earlobe like a woman’s drop earring and streams of cum draining down his cheat he leapt off the bed and quickly hit the shower.
The three of us fell back onto the bed, laughing.
“It’s a shame Carl isn’t here”, Mike sniggered. He’d have been most jealous.
Åke returned to the bedroom looking very happy. “Good you are all still hard”. He announced and he showed us a tailor’s tape measure. “I want to know just how huge those cocks were in my mouth and hole. I want to make Ben have green eyes.
He went for the largest cock first, Stephen’s, lifting up the heaviness in one hand and sucking it clean. When he was satisfied the took the tape holding the metal tag against the point where the cock sprouted out from the belly and laid the tape along the top of the cock and allowing the material to drop over the edge of the glans the opening and stared hard. Removing the tape he again sucked on the cock and announced “Twenty Five point Three”. Then still holding the massive shaft in the air he measured the circumference tyring to judge where the thickest part of the shaft was. Again, when satisfied, he told us Seventeen point Three”.
Smirking at Stephen, he told him that it might just be the biggest he and Ben had ever measured.
The he turned to me, firstly kissing me as he wanked my cock to ensure it was at it’s hardest and then sucked it clean of any remaining juices and he measured me the same way. “Twenty-two point eight in length and Fifteen point five around”. Some more juiced had leaked from my cock during the measurement and the pig made a point of licking up the remains.
Then came Mike. No pre-measurement kiss for him but a really sexy deep throat cleaning of the surface. “Twenty two point six in length and sixteen point eight around”.
Then we could see the addition being computed in in Åke’s head. He gave a satisfied smile. “That’s seventy-one centimetres in my rear and throat at one time. What is that in Inches Gerren. I did a quick calculation.
“Roughly Thirty inches”. I told him.
He grinned even more looking even more handsome and devilish. “Yes Roughly. I like that”.
“Come on”, Mike was suddenly eager, “Let’s find out what he has”. Åke was standing proudly in front of us, and Mike did the honours, sucking the already washed and dried cock and wanking it hard and taking the measure from Åke.
“I don’t think he’s hard enough”. Mike called out. It certainly looked very hard to me.
Gerren, get behind him and eat out his hole, and Stephen, give his nips a good working.
As we worked our magic on the piggy Swede, Mike measured the beast.
“Twenty point two in length, and seventeen point one around”. Was called out.
“That’s makes it about eighty-three centimetres of cock in the room”. Stephen had calculated.
“Fuck remember when we had Chris, Carl, Newton and his Greek pal here plus Connor and Jason all here with Mike”. I reminded the best party we’d had at home.
Åke was immediately aroused. “How many guys at once”?
“Ten”, Stephen said, and the size of the dick on the Greek guy. He put me to shame”. Mike laughed, “He was amazing and scared the bottoms to death, but it didn’t matter, the guy was a total bottom in spite of his cock”.
Åke was impressed, stroking his still hard cock. “Ten is good. In Stockholm we have had twenty guys at an orgy, though I think for this small place ten is very good”.
Mike spoke up. “We have had nearly forty guys at our old home over a long weekend”.
“If I was there, I’d try to fuck or be fucked by everyone”. Åke was bright eyed at the thought.
“There are some who try but never succeed”. Mike told him. There are some friends who enjoy the group action but keep to just two or three guys only”.
“Stephen went to shower, and I suggested we went down to the lounge and have a couple of drinks to end the night. Åke had an early start the next morning with a connection at Heathrow to get back to Stockholm.
We finished off the bottle of Brännvin brought over from Sweden and discussed the future.
Åke would continue to work for me on my ancestral family in Chicago and try to make contact.
Mike would meet his partner Carl the next morning to look at the new pub they wanted to buy.
Stephen and I had two more guests coming for a month from Thailand and plans to make for the Christmas and New Year holidays and after our spring cruise down to the Canaries for Easter, I had promised that we’d sail over to Greece.
That night Åke slept, or tried to sleep with Mike, but most probably spent the night fucking, and Stephen and I slept peacefully together.
Early the next morning, too early for someone, I took Åke to Newquay airport and thanked him for keeping his promise for me. I handed him an envelope with a draft for more than I had originally promised and saw him through to the security at the airport. As we embraced, he told me that Stephen had promised that he and Lars could sail with us to Greece the next year. I was all for it. We kissed freely when we departed. I was sorry to see the handsome, sexy and freely sexual guy depart.
Back home in West Penwith, Stephen was laying down some rules to Mike, if he and Carl did move down to Cornwall to live. There would still be a friendship, but we’d not see each other as often as Mike would have liked. Stephen and I had our own lives here and were well respected in our community. We were determined to keep it that way.
Mike and Carl stayed with us for a couple more nights and we gave Carl a good couple of fuckings before they went back to Surrey to complete their lives their and Stephen and I prepared for our Thai guests.
