A Singleton Swede

"A SINGLETON SWEDE"

by Andy Macdonald.

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Ibiza. I love it. Some people moan about the noise, the drunken twenty-somethings, the loutishness. Not me, I love it. I've spent several holidays there and the drunker the guys get the happier I become. Gorgeous hunky young guys with all their inhibitions blown to the wind. Mine to watch, mine to fantasise over and if I work on them a little bit, mine to have.

I checked into the cheap hotel that I'd found in the Spartacus guide and discovered I was the only Brit staying there. I guessed that most of the guys were German with probably a few Scandinavians. Just about every one of them was a hunk, most were blond and they were obviously all set to have a great time.

I quickly unpacked and went down to the hotel's cafe where I dawdled over a couple of beers and a plate of pasta. Oh Yes! this was going to be great. Several young guys wandered in, as I fuelled up with a bit of food before hitting the bars. I watched them and I lusted.

They were mostly in quite large groups of six or eight with two couples and only one, very cute looking guy, on his own. I watched him. He was gorgeous, nervous and, I guessed, probably very shy.

I finished my beer, paid the bill and wandered out into the street, my thoughts dominated by the single blond, bronzed cutie that had sat by himself. I wondered . . . . and I hoped . . . . .

He was a seriously sexy looking young man with long, shiny blond hair that hung almost down to his shoulders, he had a smooth face and bright, piercing blue eyes. I guessed he would be 19 or 20 at the most. His body was quite adolescent - wide shoulders and slender hips, a broad chest and a flat tight belly, strong young legs and size eleven feet clad in white ankle socks and old white trainers and he had that fit, easy moving look of a sportsman or athlete. He wore loose chinos and a tight white tee shirt. I was surprised that such a physically delightful young guy was holidaying on his own and felt sure that he'd be snapped up very soon by the marauding packs of out-of-control girls - or maybe by a loving, caring lust-filled horny guy - just like me!.

I wandered slowly up the street enjoying the scenery and went into a couple of bars. I wasn't going to drink fast on that first night, besides there were plenty of sights to drink in as the place began to come alive. I watched. I waited because I knew that before the night was out there would be some fun to be had.

I glanced at my watch. Heck it was already after midnight. I wandered along and found myself outside the Flamingo gay disco. Oh Yes! Dancing, writhing, half naked male bodies filled the packed dance floor. The smell of hot, sweaty young bodies filled the room. This was great. Posing, posturing young guys in all their testosterone-filled glory. Great music and a DJ who could really fire up this crowd of booze-filled guys.

The crowd got denser and I stood by the side of the dance floor, watching, savouring. Several times I felt hands brush across my arse and my crotch was groped more than once but although tempted, I couldn't get that young, blond singleton out of my mind. I wanted into those chinos!

Now it was getting late. Nearly 3am. It had been a long day of travelling and so I decided to make my way back to my bed. In company with several groups of drunken guys and screeching gals, I made my way back to the hotel.

I went in and climbed the stairs to my room. The place was totally dark and, despite my fumbling, I couldn't find the light switch. However I reckoned I knew the way to my door and so I slowly felt my way along the passage. Just before where I reckoned my door ought to be, I stumbled over something and nearly fell. I stopped and felt cautiously in front of me. I felt a body lying on the floor so I flicked my lighter and realised instantly that it was Solitaire, the lonely young Scandinavian who had been occupying my thoughts ever since I'd seen him earlier in the day. He was sprawled out on the floor in what was obviously a drunken stupor. I remembered that when Scandinavians start to drink they do with a deadly seriousness, they usually drink to get drunk and this one was well drunk.

I checked and found that he was totally out of it. His breathing was deep and rhythmic. I found the light switch and, turning it on, I was able to stare down at him in all his vulnerability. Oh but he was a beauty all right.

Now I couldn't just leave him lying there on the floor, could I?. Something had to be done so I shook his shoulder gently, he stirred and mumbled but otherwise didn't move. I left him and fumbled for the key to my room, unlocked it and went in. I turned on the light and peered out at the recumbent form outside. Oh yes. So gorgeous and so vulnerable. He must be helped. I seized him under the arms and dragged him into my room, kicking the door shut behind us.

As he lay there, totally relaxed I studied him closely. His hair was, as I have said, long, thick and very blond, clean and shiny. His face was smooth although there was a line of soft fuzz over his lip. His lips were full and his relaxed mouth exposed strong healthy teeth.

His tee shirt was not tucked in and as he lay back, relaxing deeply, it broke from the grip of the chinos revealing his flat smooth stomach, a small inny navel and a thick trail of fine blond hair lead tantalisingly down under the waistband of a pair of bright check boxers. His armpits also sprouted with the same fine blond hair but matted with his sweat. Looking at his feet splayed apart my eyes run up the line of his firm legs to his crotch where I could enjoy the bulge of his sex. This was no adolescent.

This was a fully mature male, a thick cocked adult male whose testicles would certainly be charged with a full load of spunk. He lay on the floor below me, totally out. He was mine to do with as I wished.

I couldn't just leave him slumped on the floor, I gripped him once again under the arms and dragged him up onto the bed. I worried about him.

I decided to have a really strong joint - I prepared it slowly, loaded it heavily with dope and felt it thick and powerful between my fingers. I put it in my mouth and lit it. Now I inhaled the first pull and the delicious warm drugged smoke filled my lungs.'

I gazed at my prize and I watched his face which was even more relaxed. I guessed he had taken in a deep breath of my smoke.

'That's it Singleton, feel how it is relaxing you and take another very strong breath, feel that smoke filling your lungs and the drug relaxing you. Your inhibitions are falling away even more as you relax.'

I sensed that his body was responding to the drug. 'Breathe in that joint, let its power flow through your body - relaxing you further.'

His breathing was now slow and regular and his body appeared completely relaxed. Legs spread enticingly apart, arms splayed out on the bed, head flopped slightly to one side. I walked to the foot of the bed and untied his laces loosening the worn trainers, I spoke to him from the foot of the bed. Now I could smell the hot, sweet sweat-smell of his feet.

'Now Singleton, imagine you are in a bar you have never visited. It is full of attractive people. You feel alert but incredibly relaxed. You feel excited by where you are. You are slightly stoned and thirsty. You order you favourite drink. The barman puts the drink down in front of you and you pick it up and drink it down. You can feel the alcohol entering your system as the drink flows across your tongue, and down your throat into your stomach. Drink deeply, Singleton, empty the glass and you will feel how it makes you slightly drunk - now you get a buzz from the drink and the pot combining.'

His face is slightly flushed, and one hand is rested flat on his exposed stomach. He is almost smiling, but deeply into the experience I have described.

'Now Singleton take another drink, this one even stronger than the last, and drink that. Pick up the glass and take it to your lips, feel the liquid flowing into you. Feel its effects. Feel warm, relaxed, happy. Across the bar you see a guy looking at you, he is so sexy, he is just what you really like in a guy. Do you remember? He's the guy you saw in the cafe at the start of this evening. You noticed him didn't you? Just looking at him, you realise how much you want to fuck with him. Now he is really giving you the come on Singleton and your cock starts to grow in your pants. First you feel it thickening, elongating, and slowly it becomes erect, proud, virile, rampant but restricted in your boxers. You haven't come for days, Singleton, and your balls are fully loaded. You can feel the tightness of your full balls and the hot thickness of your prick aching for release. It's throbbing, pulsing in your pants. You tell yourself you urgently need to jet that load off.'

Aaahhh! His prick is definitely responding to my insidious words and his hand reaches down under his balls where his thumb presses against the cotton clad shape.

'Singleton you continue taking deep draughts of the drink until it is finished, you feel wonderful, slightly drunk, high and very horny. Your cock is now seeping in your underwear; you are almost aware of the sperm moving towards delivery. You can feel your cock oozing its sticky fluid, your underwear is getting moist, this is so sexy, so private. You need relief. Its dark in here and you are completely secure. Now I want you to do exactly what you feel comfortable with. It's entirely for you to do what you want. You are slightly drunk, stoned and very horny. You are in a private place, just do what gives you the most pleasure.'

Now he moans slightly. His breath is getting irregular and his face has begun to colour. His body is giving off a light sweat odour. I lean down and inhale his armpit smell - he is really hot. I've got me a very sexed up young guy here. He slowly undoes the top button of the chinos and pulls down the zipper. He spreads the fly open. The sight is too much. His rock hard cock is tenting out the plaid boxers, a big dark wet spot of cock dribble at the head just below the waistband. I lean over and breathe in his sex smells; he has obviously worn his underwear for a few days. Close-up there is the heady odour of young male sex. He gropes at his cock through the cotton and then reaches in and flips his cock out through the fly. It is a good seven inches long, thick at the base and tapering toward the head.

The skin is darker than the rest of his body, and a long foreskin almost sheathes the bulging head. Only the top, of the slimy head peeps out, the small slit drooling with a rope of man- lube. He hauls out his ballsack, tight and full and touches the sperm factory with his left fingers. He takes the hooded head between his right fingers and slowly draws the tight foreskin back down the shaft. I see his knob pop out of its skin cover. The room is filled with the pheromone charged smell of sex. I can't decide between sucking or watching - this kid has a major wad to deliver.

'Singleton, I want you to realise that you will not be able to piss until you have emptied your balls. There's no way your cock will go soft enough unless you shoot. You are so close to coming you have just got to rub it off. Your balls are demanding relief, it's so easy just to rub your cock, oh how good it will feel'

He grips his cock in the way he has perfected in years of masturbation and starts to stroke. His body is quite tense and his arse is thrusting his sex forward as though he is copulating.

'Singleton, you can imagine how the guy in the bar would love to suck your cock, and swallow all your spunk. You imagine you can feel his breath on your cock, you can imagine how hard you will squirt off when he finally takes you in. You will flood his throat with your slime man, you will let go of your cock and hold his head locked onto you until you are drained.'

I breathe on his sex inhaling the infectiously stale pubic scent, he takes his hand off the rigid flesh and I steer him into my mouth, his hand clamps the back of my head and he thrusts the cock into my throat. Once, twice and with the third thrust he delivers the first flood of spunk into my throat. Five gasping thrusts later he releases my head and I suck the rest of his wad out savouring the quantity and flavour.

I sit back. 'Singleton, fix your clothing, put away that drained dick. Put it carefully back into your underwear and fasten your slacks.'

He does it and I roll him over to one side of the bed and I undress and climb into the other side. He is already in deep sleep and, after a frantic wank, I join him.

I wake up the following morning to find sunlight flooding into the room. For a moment I can't recall where I am but then I remember. Ibiza. On holiday. But what's this? A body in the bed beside me! I lean over and observe my singleton. Oh Yes. Gorgeous. I prod him and he jumps. He groans. Mutters something I don't understand but I think it must be Danish or Swedish.

"What's your name," I ask him.

He peers at me through sleep encrusted eyes; "Sven," he whispers, "Sven from Sweden. I was drunk."

"You can say that again," I say. "Drunk as a skunk. I found you passed out in the passage outside. My name is Andy."

He looks sheepish.

"My head is hurting," he mutters.

I climb out of bed and go across to my suitcase, grab a couple of Alka-Seltzers, grab a glass of water, drop in the pills and hand the fizzing fluid to the suffering Sven. He drinks it with a shudder.

"Thank you. You are very kind. I think you bring me into bed, I am grateful Andy."

He looks at me with a wide smile across his handsome face and my cock twitches as I remember his performance last night. The sight, the sounds and the sex-scents.

"I think I go now to my room. I feel sticky, I have to take a shower."

Yes, I thought, you certainly must be sticky after the load you dropped last night.

"Thanks again Andy." He climbs out of bed, adjusting an obvious morning hard-on, gives me a long look and then slides out of the room.

I roll over and fall asleep again not stirring until pangs of hunger wake me. Past noon. I get up, got to the shower and then get dressed and go down to the cafe for something to eat. I haven't been there for more than a few minutes before Sven appears.

"I would like to sit with you at your table" he says.

"Sure, make yourself at home" He sits down and we chat, the usual things, Where are you from? When did you get here? How long are you staying? What do you do?

Oh yes. I fancy him. He is gorgeous. So very Swedish and sexy. He exudes an animal sexuality and I'm getting the impression that he doesn't exactly take exception to my company. As we talk he gazes directly into my eyes and the conversation becomes flirtatious.

"I was drunk last night," he says.

"Yes you most certainly were." I reply.

"I had a dream. It was very sexy. I heard this voice and it made me do things." He looks at me and grins.

Well the long and short of it is that we ended up spending the day together. We walked along the beach and admired the talent, had a swim and then caught some rays. Then, when the shadows lengthened, we wandered back to the hotel.

"Now I have to sleep, he said, "but I would like to be with you this evening."

Sure you do, I thought.

"I could just about stand that," I said, "Tell you what, let's meet in the front hall at 9pm."

"That would be very nice," Sven answered.

We met up as arranged and set out for the bars. We both got pretty drunk and our friendship blossomed.

"I like you," said Sven, "I think you are a very sexy guy. You have a sexy voice and a strong and beautiful body."

"You're not too bad yourself, I told him and I leaned towards him, our faces getting closer and closer, eyes locked together and then we kissed deeply and passionately.

"I want to sleep with you tonight," whispered Sven.

"You already did," I said.

"Yes but we did not do things. I must do things with you. I have sexy feelings when I look at you," he said.

Oh Yes! I thought. Yes, sexy things will do fine. We finished our drinks and walked quickly back to the hotel, climbed the stairs and went into my room. I sat down on the bed.

"Come here. . ." I said to him, and he bent down and crouched with his head on my lap. I caressed his chest through his t-shirt for a while, then on his cheek. He raised his head, and I bent and kissed him. He responded enthusiastically to my kiss. He liked it, and faintly moaned. I was heavily aroused, so I slowly lowered my hand.

He didn't stop me. I arrived at the bulge between his legs and caressed his strong erection through the thin material of his slacks. He moaned happily, and pushed himself against me. While continuing to caress, kiss and grope him, I opened his trousers and ran my fingers oh so lightly over his stiff cock, his balls, the furrow between his taut firm buttocks, and he became more and more excited.

I bent down as if to suck him, and he became crazy with pleasure. So I gradually undressed him while he stood in front of me, a compliant and aroused young man. I eased his t-shirt out of the waist-band of his slacks; he raised his arms and I eased it up his muscled torso, my face was now level with his arm-pits, filled with sweat-soaked blond hair and my nose was filled with his heady under-arm odour.

I leaned into him and flicked my tongue across one pert pink nipple and then crossed to the other. As I flicked and licked they became hard little nubs of joy. I slid my face back and forth across his warm, muscled chest and then downward to his cute little belly-button. All the while Sven was gasping as I triggered his various hot spots.

Now it was time to get inside his pants. He stood in front of me, his legs slightly apart, bare chested, now with just his thin slacks and boxers guarding hidden treasures. Slowly, and with my eyes locked onto his lust-filled eyes, I eased the flap of his belt through its buckle. I worked his zipper downwards over the considerable obstruction contained within his fly, revealing the thin, plaid material of his underwear. I worked at the button on his waistband, the last bastion of defence of his modesty and as I did so the backs of my fingers could feel the hot, smooth flesh of his stomach. Slowly I eased his slacks downwards, sliding them over his hips, downwards past his knees so that they crumpled down around his ankles.

I had to bend downwards and inwards to do it and this brought my face very close to his groin. Right up to the thin cotton material of his underwear, to the slightly open fly of his boxers inside of which I could make out his rampant penis. My nose was filled with a new smell, the enticing odour of his serious sexual arousal.

His boxers had a large damp patch in front, to the side of the fly, a patch that was adding to the sex-scents. Slowly I slid the underwear down, negotiating the phallus that reared from between his legs, exposing his manly balls, swinging in their tight-skinned sack. Now my solitary Swede stood, totally exposed in front of me, awaiting our mutual sex- play. I gazed with awe at his handsome torso, a living, breathing blond statue of David, generously endowed and rampantly erect. I gazed at his sex then placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly turned him around so that he stood with his back to me.

Glorious. His body looked every bit as sexy from the back as it had from the front. He stood with that arrogant male stance that highlighted his muscular elegance. Broad shoulders tapering downwards across his strong back and then his taut buttocks. Twin peachy mounds split by a tight valley of promise. I stared at his beautiful buttocks and visualised what lay between and within. A tight, muscled love-hole that would soon be receiving my invading weapon.

I turned him back to face me and kneeled down and kissed the crown of his cock.

Sven gasped, "please. . . oh . . . yeah."

I loved his eager reaction to my worshipping of his endowments and I decided to tease him. I skipped his throbbing dick and buried my face in the thatch of blond pubic hair at the base of his cock, licking him there hard. He moaned louder. I grabbed his dick and rhythmically squeezed it, letting his unconscious thrusting motions provide all of the jacking while I licked and nibbled on his nuts.

"Oh Andy - please, I need to put it in your mouth. You're killing me," Sven was pleading. I was enjoying myself this way, but was getting too lusty myself to refuse him for much longer.

I stuck out my tongue and moved it over his stomach, tracing little wet circles. Then my head moved down, and with the tip of my tongue I gave a slow long lick to the head of his cock. I just knew that the feel of my tongue lingering on the head of his cock was making his prick tingle like it had never done before.

I moved my tongue down and then up and then down his rigid shaft. My tongue, my wet darting tongue, moved down to his balls and then back up his shaft and then again a long lingering lick all over the head of his prick, my tongue lingering on the glans. He tasted wonderful. Male sex-sweat was coating his groin.

He looked down at me, his eyes expressing the intense pleasure that his body was feeling, he ran his tongue over his lips and shook his head from side to side while I opened my mouth and started to suction his helmet in short, nibbly strokes barely going further than the rim of his knob. My tongue flicked out, and quickly I licked his prick head again, and then repeated the previous treatment, sucked the glans into my mouth and closed my lips around it. So far I had only taken his glans, and the gentle sucking of my tongue made his cock strain and jerk like I could never remember experiencing before.

I didn't know, how he managed to stop himself from shooting out spunk when I first took him into my mouth and started that insistent sucking. I know that once the sucking is under way, for some reason, it's easier to last. It's that first sexual shock of the first slurping suck that almost makes you cum your load. Well I know that's how it is with me and I have no reason to suppose it's any different for anyone else.

I took a little bit more of his cock into my mouth and sucked the same way, and my tongue flicked, though with more of his cock inside my mouth now there wasn't that much room for my tongue to do much flicking, though it did get in a good couple of licks. I sucked a bit harder, and Sven's eyes were closed for a while, but there was a look of pure bliss on his face.

It was obvious, very obvious from the look on his face that this was a fella who really did like getting his cock sucked. Everything I did, showed that he loved having his cock treated like this. I started to move my head up and down, so that my lips slid and slipped wetly up and down his thick bulging shaft, and my fingers played with his balls.

By now he was so worked up he could hardly breath. The pleasure he was getting from my mouth was something I knew that he would want to go on for ever and ever, but then again, it was so intense that he possibly wanted it to stop right there and then so he could shoot spunk into my torturing mouth.

I had the feeling that I was giving him the best cock sucking that any guy could hope for.

The gentle sucking from my mouth got just a little stronger and my fingers pulled just a little more and I was amazed that he was able to get his cock just a little harder. I was sucking more and moving faster now, and his eyes were open, and from time to time I glanced up at his face, and I could see the pure lust written in those blue eyes. Here was a guy who was getting the strongest sexual pleasure from getting his cock royally sucked.

My head went up and down, and I knew he wasn't going to be able to last out for very much longer. I knew that soon his spunk was going to start shooting out from his raging prick. Now my eyes were fixed down on his cock as I sucked harder, and my fingers pulled some more - and then he started to shake.

I gave another huge suck. He shook. Another vacuuming suck and a pull on his balls. He jerked and his cock head bulged. I stroked the base of his shaft, I pulled at his balls, I took his glans so far into my mouth I felt sure it was going right the way down my throat, and then I started to suck with my cheeks. Suddenly I pulled him out and wanked his spit lubricated cock furiously.

It was at that moment that he jetted his load. A stream of gism powered through the air and shot onto my face, onto my right cheek. He was shaking all over. It was the best ejaculation I'd ever seen. I sensed that his body was like jelly. All that existed for him at that moment was his cock and the spunk spurting from it.

He stood panting with passion for several minutes and then gradually I could see that the orgasm had ended but, to my surprise, his weapon was still steel-hard. As erect as a flag-pole, jutting lewdly from between his legs. His heavy breathing eased down but the lusty look never left his eyes. I reckoned he wanted more. I certainly did.

He moved to sit on my lap, on my bare prick. Again, we deeply kissed and caressed each other, and he squeezed against me. He was obviously so happy. He searched for my hard pole with his tight buttocks. He clearly wanted to be taken. I moved so that my hard rod slipped up into his sweaty crack, and he co-operated by moving his hips. He was tossing on my lap to try to get me inside him, and smiled at me with eager lust-filled eyes. He kissed me with his eyes closed, lightly panting, with an expression of intense pleasure on his beautiful face. He moaned softly, rocking on my lap, and he suckled my tongue. I wanted him so urgently.

Sven slowly stroked his sticky penis with both hands and whispered to me. "Do it!"

I climbed off the bed and surveyed his compliant naked body below me. My engorged penis dripped precum onto his slightly furry bum as I swung up over him. My newly found lover reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. Offered himself to my rampant organ.

In the push-up position over him, I pressed down, aiming my flaring cock-head, touching tip to sphincter. I pushed gently at first. Then more forcefully. Sven gasped as my prodding helmet pushed out of my foreskin and into his hole.

Pressing my length into him, he groaned deeply and ecstatically. I laid down on top of him, using my ankles to force his legs open. Then, I took him suddenly. Completely. Forcefully. I plunged with desperation into his hot gripping hole.

My balls covered his. My dick plunged to the root of him. My panting breath in his ear.

We thrust against each other for mere moments. The seduced Swede began to gasp. I could hear, above my animal grunts, coming from his throat a soft purring sound. His skin was steaming hot like a horse that's been galloping. It had a warm, rich odour. He remained very still for a brief moment, then his breath came fast and his body began to lunge. Great rhythmic plunging motions with panting breath and his hands worked over my body. Then sudden release - and he moaned like a little baby. His anus clamped. It spasmed against my pounding penis. He came again, so soon, ejaculated into my sheets. Spent his thick sticky semen in unstoppable volleys.

Pushing fiercely, I moaned. Embedded deeply. I gave one last, huge incredibly deep thrust and lay still, thrusting, buried and then I jetted my load deep into him. His anus spasms in unison.

I lay there. Still coupled with my lover. My cock engulfed in his gripping arse. My semen spurted deep within this gorgeous Swede's hunky body.

He gasped - "Andy. That was the best. Oh you lovely English stallion."

He was a singleton Swede no longer and, once again, Ibiza had come up trumps.

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