Swedish Hunks

SSK Hunks

By

Nick Alias Pizza Boy

NOTE: This story is purely fictional and doesn't imply anything about the sexuality of Mats Christeen, Patrik Fagerlund, Markus Forsberg, Alex Sikstrom, Per Chaikiat and Fredrik Karlsson, as well as Jarl Espen Ygranes and Marcus Schenkenberg.

Special Thanks to Tom for the ideas developped in this chapter.

CHAPTER NINE:

Late in Saturday afternoon, all actions stopped in the house. It was time to get ready for tonight's match.

Each went to his home, picking up clean clothes and his gear. They gathered at some fast-food stand for some big snack, then headed to the sport arena.

Arrived there, they wore their gears and the coach organized a practice. Spectators began to fill the benches and shortly before seven the ice was cleaned.

The national anthem was played and the action began instantly. To a calm first period followed a more agitated second one, the third and last was a mix of both. The final score was 4-2 for SSK, whose goals were made by Mats and Fredrik.

Under the cheers of their teammates, Mats and Fredrik walked back to the locker room. But as the team prepared for the victory ritual, two unknown men showed up, accompanied by the coach.

• Guys, here's Jarl Espen Ygranes and this man is Marcus Schenkenberg. Jarl Espen plays for Frisk Tigers in Norway and you might have seen Marcus on some ads, as he's a professional model. Both won the contest on Radio Aqua, so they're here with backstage passes.

Most of the players had no though in mind when they shook hands with the two visitors but Mats, Fredrik, Per, Patrik, Alex and Markus exchanged several looks as they observed Marcus and Jarl Espen walking.

Marcus and Jarl Espen were particularly interested in talking with the scorers, they were impressed by Mats game.

• Dude, you kicked ass! Jarl Espen told him

Blushing, Mats just smiled and introduced his 5 friends.

The team decided to gather at a near-by bar to celebrate the victory. The players showered and changed, then gradually left for the pub.

• Just don't bother for us, Marcus said. If you're going to shower, just go.

Now, only "the 6" remained in the locker room. All headed for the shower, Jarl Espen and Marcus staying at the shower room's entrance to keep up with the conversation.

Suddently, Per dropped his soap on the floor and it slid under Jarl Espen's feet.

• You know what we do in Norway with sliding soap bars?

Per lifted his shoulder, expressing his ignorance.

• SHOWER HOCKEY!

Next second, Jarl Espen and Marcus had gotten themselves naked and joined the others. The "shower hockey" was played with feet as sticks and a soap bar was the puck.

Mats, Fredrik, Patrik and Jarl Espen teamed up and opposed the rest, Marcus, Per, Markus and Alex. Fredrik and Alex were the goalkeepers.

This game turned more into a joke, everyone rolling over the floor as they played. Nobody being able to spend a second without laughing, it was abandonned, at a score of 12-8 for the team of Per, Alex, Marcus and Markus.

• And what the losers do at your soap-bar hockey? asked Fredrik

• Oh...we soap the winners! exclaimed Jarl Espen

Soon, the guys paired. Jarl Espen on Per, Fredrik on Markus, Alex on Patrik and Mats with Marcus...and Mats wasn't considering himself a looser anymore!

At first, Mats lathered his perfect chest, back, arms...then, he went down and washed his feet and legs. He didn't know if he should soap his ass and cock or not.

• Hey, it's not over! said Marcus

Marcus turned and Mats gently caressed the round butt with the soap bar. He was now fighting hard to not get a boner, which was already Fredrik's case.

After the model had turned over again, Mats brough the soap at his crotch and lathered softly the shaved balls, trimmed pubes and finally the soft shaft. It was about four inch long and uncut. By the end of the process, Marcus now sported a semi, as everyone else around.

Patrik then proposed to relax in the hot tub and within a minute, the whole group had joined him. Marcus was next to Mats and the hockey jock noticed the model's erection at first sight. One could have said that sexual tension was slowly rising among the eight hunks but they were all too busy making fun of each other to notice.

• Oh well guys, shouldn't we join the rest at the pub? wondered Alex

• Not now, wait a few...

An hour passed and the guys headed for the bar. The place was crowded, and it was impossible to have a conversation. Per, Markus, Alex and Patrik had gone to see the other teammates and many friends who had come to congratulate. But Mats and Fredrik stayed with Marcus and Jarl Espen as the two didn't know anyone there.

• Hey, don't bother yourselves for us. If you wanna see your pals, join them. This is too loud, Jarl Espen and I will go rest at the hotel. We can meet tomorrow if you want, said Marcus.

• Damn! said Fredrik. Why don't you stay here with us? You're two cool guys and it's great to have you here. My friends, I can see them at anytime while you're visitors for the weekend because you have won a contest.

Mats nodded, and Jarl Espen continued

• Well...you guys, would you like to come at our hotel? We have drinks there too, and it's much less loud so we won't be obliged to scream at each other to talk.

Fredrik and Mats looked at each other. They didn't know what Marcus and Jarl Espen had in mind, but it might be fun...so they accepted!

They waved good bye to the gang, then took a cab with Marcus and Jarl Espen.

Once at the hotel, Marcus got the key from the lobby and then they went up to the suite in elevator.

• WOW! Look at that bed! screamed Fredrik

Mats and Fredrik immediately kicked their shoes away and went jumping on the king-size water bed like 5-year-old kids.

• So, you guys are ready for bed now? said Marcus in a seductive voice

Jarl Espen and Marcus were standing at the front edge of the bed, Mats and Fredrik had seaten, speechless at what Marcus had just said.

Simultaneously, Marcus and Jarl Espen unzipped their pants and took their cocks out. Both were rock-hard, Marcus was the same size than Mats but Jarl Espen was definitely hung, probably somewhere around eleven inches.

Mats approached Marcus, then slowly began to lick the wet head. On his side, Fredrik had brough Jarl Espen's rod all the way down his throat.

• This kid's amazing, look! exclaimed Jarl Espen to Marcus, pointing Fredrik working on his cock.

As Mats was litterally making love to Marcus' magnificent organ, Jarl Espen fucked Fredrik's mouth, thrusting his hips faster and faster. For his part, Fredrik was rubbing his cock against the bed and soon, he ejaculated in his briefs.

Not much was needed before Jarl Espen shot his load inside Fredrik's throat.

Fredrik delighted himself of the warm semen and observed Marcus, who approached orgasm himself.

Jarl Espen himself got on his knees and brough his mouth at Marcus' crotch, hoping to have a taste of his cum.

When the creamy liquid spurted out Marcus' cock, Mats swallowed every drop and was incredibly stunned by its taste, the best of all!

The scene was pretty funny. All four guys, very sweaty, were still fully dressed, with Marcus and Jarl Espen having their cocks out.

Stripping mutually, they rediscovered the perfect bodies they had seen earlier in the shower (and even earlier in the cases of Mats and Fredrik). The four sported raging hard-ons who were dying to be satisfied!

• Oh Boys, you got awesome tight asses!!!

Marcus instructed Mats, Fredrik and Jarl Espen to get on their fours on the bed. He wanted to fuck them all, and he was going to do so.

• Need some lube? teased Fredrik, who hadn't sucked Marcus.

• No way, boy. Stay calm and in this position.

The reason why Marcus called the three others "boys" was quite simple, he was 33 while Jarl Espen was 22, Fredrik 20 and Mats 19.

Wearing a condom, Marcus penetrated Fredrik at first, then changed a minute later for Mats, and finally Jarl Espen. He pounded the guys' asses away alternatively, not stopping before he had reached orgasm.

He was ready to shoot when he had been in Mats' extremely tight hole for three times. Ejaculating in the condom, he asked the guys to drink his cum and Marcus didn't want any drop to remain.

Mats went first, already loving its flavour. But Fredrik and Jarl Espen were soon unable to resist to this strong taste and begged for more.

• Dude, shoot more!!! they screamed in one voice

Filled with an intense pride, Marcus brough Jarl Espen over and both bent over.

• If you want more cum boys, you gotta prove yourselves at rimming.

Both Mats and Fredrik had never done that and they were quite anxious at what to do exactly. But they spread apart the iron asscheeks, Fredrik on Jarl Espen and Mats on Marcus, and began licking the pink holes generously.

At the same time, Marcus and Jarl Espen masturbated themselves. The hockey jocks proved to be excellent rimmers, as they've been in every other act they've tried with them.

Jarl Espen and Marcus stopped jerking off when they felt the tongues trying to penetrate them. It felt incredible, and cum was soon flowing off their slits.

The juice of Jarl Espen appearantly had no interest at all, as Jarl Espen himself joined Mats and Fredrik in a fight for the smallest drops. Mats and Fredrik had shot their own loads as well but their attraction was only targeting Marcus' cum, one of the world's finest - Fredrik commented.

Exhausted, their needs now entirely fulfilled, they laid under the covers. Marcus and Jarl Espen were at the edge, Mats had Marcus at his left and Fredrik at his right and Jarl Espen was at Fredrik's right.

• Ah, that was a good one! You know what's good at being a model guys? asked Marcus

• The Sex? tried Fredrik.

• Of course! We have it all the time, just ask Jarl Espen! No photo shoot end without an orgy between us. We slurp cum almost 24/7 when we're working, we get the best dicks and the best rimmings. Sure, Jarl Espen is kinda new in the modelling circuit so he's more a bottom at the moment but he'll gain respect from the guys and he'll have his cock sucked more than he had ever wished!

• Sorry to interrupt Marcus, but...we've heard so much that Pam Anderson caught you pants down with a man...is that true? asked Mats, courageously.

• Nah, it ain't true...I had THREE men! I was riding one, another was riding me while the third one was in my mouth. Oh man, that was HOT! It just too bad she hadn't joined, well maybe she'd have if I hadn't been sucking Tommy Lee!

The whole group rolled over the floor, all sporting rock-hard cocks once again.

• Really, Tommy Lee her ex? asked Fredrik.

• Nah, continued Marcus. There were Jarl Espen and I, plus two guys we had picked up after the photo shoot. They were assitants, and fucking HOT!

• OH YEAH! confirmed Jarl Espen. Great we got their phone numbers, I can't wait to have them again back in New York!

• Talking about New York...we have a plane to take in 12 hours, Jarl Espen.

At this moment, the guys noticed the sun peeking through the curtains. It was almost six.

Mats got in Marcus' arms and Fredrik cuddled with Jarl Espen. The models found sleep pretty quickly but Mats and Fredrik kept caressing their penis mutually, deciding how they'd tell the others on what happened at the hotel suite 6969...

THE END...FOR NOW

The SSK Hunks will have more adventures, sooner or later. For now, I've been inspirated for a story about other hunky men...you'll see!

Check previous parts of the serie for the list of my other stories.

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