Your Viking This is the sequel to Looking for Ed
>"Young Viking"
by
mr. b
We laid there helpless as Ed's eyes scanned our naked, unsuspecting bodies. My elbow was resting in a warm puddle of cum as Kristoffer lowered his head unable to return the furious glare of his older brother. Ed's jaws clenched, his fists balled up, and he backed angrily out of the room. I looked at Kristoffer. I grabbed my clothes, stepping quickly into my pants, and exited out of the window I came through. Kristoffer remained on the floor, a look of sourness on his young face, and his tired body slumped down as if defeated in battle. I had come there looking for Ed and, instead, got sexually sidetracked by his stunning younger brother...
Ed had a right to be angry. I had apologized five or six times on Ed's answering machine, hoping dearly that he would at least forgive me. I hadn't seen or heard from him or his younger brother since that night. Sunday came, the day of my graduation, and I was uneasy as to where this rite of passage would lead me....
Through the overcast clouds, heat beat down relentlessly on our black gowns. I had given up looking for Ed's head in the dense crowd of parents and grandparents. Stiff hats of academic accomplishment rose into the air with cheers of relief and joy. I gathered my hat and diploma, trotted away with my class out of the courtyard, and made my way to the parking lot. My new 4runner, a graduation gift, sat there where I parked it. I pressed the security button, the door locks popped up, and Kristoffer stuck his head out from behind the nearby shrubs.
I wasn't sure what to do. He looked so delighted to see me while at the same time showing our mutual feelings of awkwardness at the whole situation. I bit my lip, took a little breath, and asked if he wanted to talk. He squinted his eyes at me, cocked his head, and told me that he just came to give me my graduation present. I understood. Ed and him had probably argued and concluded that I was just an asshole. I probably was. However, in our awkwardness, Kristoffer told me that he had nothing against me, but that we'd better talk so nothing like this would happen again. He hopped into the passenger seat, waived for me to get in, and like that, we were off with no particular destination in mind...
We got to the school's summer camp fields just before 1pm. The clouds were coming back and it looked dreary but the air was still quite warm. I threw my gown into the back seat and was dressed in a button-down, loosened tie, and starched pants. We got out onto the narrow gravel road and walked wordless down towards the cross-country trails. I wanted to tell Kristoffer so much -- how I really wanted to be with Ed and that he was just "convenient" for the time being. I wanted to tell him how incredibly good looking and mature he was. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to fuck him right then. Instead, I said nothing and just eyed his stark gray eyes, strikingly reminiscent of a pallid young Viking. He was wearing a faded t-shirt that probably once belonged to his older brother. His khaki shorts were cut off right above the knees, and fair, honey-colored hair trickled down in an even spread from his thighs to his ankles. The breeze took various locks of his soft golden hair and sprinkled them about his forehead as he occasionally had to swipe them from over his silvery eyes with his large, gentle hands. I could do nothing but frown as I began to disclose my feelings for Kristoffer. I didn't want to break his heart. But I had to. And as I told him how I only wanted to be with Ed, Kristoffer hushed me with a temperate touch to my struggling lips and pressed his body into mine...
My knees buckled slightly with the shock of our touch. I exhaled a mighty breath as he pressed his open, moist lips into mine. My hands dropped to my side, my cock stirred violently, and my eyelids shut closing my thoughts off from reality. The breeze swirled around us developing an isolated vacuum of passion. My mind thought of Ed, then of Kristoffer, then of nothing. Our lips came apart. I opened my eyes, staring brightly at my vibrant Viking boy, and grabbed at the tail of his t-shirt. The mossy, lush soil rushed into us as I pulled Kristoffer to the ground. His six feet of bodily pleasure rested on top of me -- his face nestling into mine. His long fingers swiped at my loose tie, popped my buttons aloose and pressed my shoulder blades back into the loose dirt. A wave of heat hit my sternum as his hot breath warmed my pointy, right nipple. Saliva trickled down the side of my chest like a stream down a mountain and ran wiggling into my hairy armpit. His tongue lapped furiously at my tight pecs and around the valley of my navel. Simultaneously, his big hands worked wonders on my belt and pants button, sliding the zipper down to its halt. My hard lump pressed eagerly into his neck as he hiked his face down the trail of my body. One of his hands stroked my tense abs and the other spread the flap on my knit boxers. Like an animal let loose, my dick danced around encircled by his thumb and forefinger, finally finding a snug home in the back of his slippery throat. His leathery tongue whipped whirlwinds around the head of my cock and his pliable lips slipped up and down the base. Letting out uncontrollable grunts of pleasure, I fingered the nape of his soft neck and rubbed up into his strands of blonde hair. His head jolted around my dick allowing his lips to find forgotten sweating crevices underneath my balls. The gentle tip of his tongue searched the wrinkles of my nuts and his hands tugged my boxers the rest of the way off. He paused a second, raised his eyes to mine, and traced his lips with a devilish smirk...
I demanded that he undress while sitting up and ripping at his sweaty t-shirt. I snatched it over his head exposing his pale, chiseled, thin chest and wide, full shoulders. His abs flexed with each panting breath as I pulled at his worn khakis, peeling them from his muscular thighs. He laid there beside me in virtually transparent tidy-whities that reminded me of the reality that he was only 15. I grabbed my Viking boy by the waist and pulled his crotch into my face.
The smell of musk and ass filled my nose as darkness came. Cotton covered my face warmed by the succulent crotch-meat contained within. I grappled onto his thighs from the bottom as his covered ass and groin were planted on my face. His nuts, hanging delightfully in between his ass cheeks, rested just above my nose but remained within his tight underwear. He straddled my head like a barstool and thrashed his arms about as I dug my tongue up through the musky material into his ass crack. I tried my best to puncture his constricted hole with my tongue but was restricted by his tidies. To correct that problem, I pushed his thighs up, quickly grabbed the elastic leg-holes of his underwear, and guided them off, unveiling his uncircumcised prize.
Pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I buried my face into his pot of sexual gold. Kristoffer's bare back rubbed violently against the mahogany soil and sparse underbrush. His mouth was gaped wide unable to scream for the height of oral pleasure. His nuts rested spread across the bridge of my nose as my lips and tongue teamed up for a spin cycle around his anal saucer. His wrinkled asshole contracted with each swipe of my tongue and his legs stiffened and relaxed sporadically on each side of my head. His salami cock, covered with foreskin almost to the tip, bobbed up and down with uncontrollable flexing. I moved my way from his anal ravine up to his genital mast. My lips spread greedily over his dick sliding his foreskin down to the halt. I used my hands to rustle leaves under his ass crack and gently caress his smooth belly. His dick flexed and jerked in my mouth while he repeatedly raised his arms above his head as if to beg mercy from the insurmountable sensations. Precum oozed viscously from the opening at the tip of his cock, creating sour hints of sexiness on the back of my throat. I flickered my tongue one last time, and then slipped his piece from my oral vagina. His chest heaved to regain normal breathing...
Strands of sticky precum dripped from the shimmering head of my cock. I got to my knees, pulled my slacks and boxers the rest of the way off, and let my unbuttoned dress shirt hang loosely on my shoulders. Kristoffer bit his lip, caught me with his sparkling Viking eye, and wrapped his legs around my waist. My dick lay pressed against the crack of his ass, smearing my precum against his short little blonde ass fuzz. His heels dug into the small of my back when I began to press the head of my dick against his protesting hole. He tightened his grip on the leaves around us and shut his eyes giving me the consent to go further. Excitedly, I pushed into him, gently, slowly, easily. A drop of sweat dripped from my chin and splattered on his Adam's apple. He moaned slightly as my pelvic bone met the bottoms of his ass cheeks. My dick rested far within him, tickling the back of his asshole. I eased again slowly back out, allowing him to stretch painlessly over my thickness and length. He frowned and exhaled as I pushed back into him slightly faster and less gently. His spongy asshole clenched on to my shaft and his legs made a pretzel around my abdomen. I bent down in time with my thrusts and licked his tense neck, nibbling at the veins and soft flesh between his jawbone and thorax. His arms encircled my neck and his breath beat fiercely against my forehead. I held his shoulders and sent myself slamming inside of him with each thrust. His small, oval nipples were hard and pointed like berries and every time I was completely in, his low groan became barely audible. His whole body was shaking as our sweaty skin slapped together. Kristoffer, rugged and strident, began to convulse in my arms. His dick leapt up with jerks of insurgent ecstasy as his anal walls began to wring tight the length of my drilling dick. Streams of sweat ran from his furry underarms and his blonde hair stuck to his clammy forehead. His eyes rolled back and then closed as the zenith of orgasm erupted within his bowels, spreading like earthy vibrations up the foreskinned shaft of his cock. His first contraction squeezed my dick into its own orgasm. His second sent his warm testicular juices spraying out from the rosy tip of his cock and onto my thrusting abs. Spurt after spurt coated my stomach as Kristoffer came and came. Sperm rushed to the tip of my cock and with a swift jolt of my hips, I sent my load into his body. He was still clinging onto my with his arms and legs. Sweat poured from my chest as I threw my head back in the heat of the day, catching the solar passion of the red sun, and delivering it to my young Viking boy.
Kristoffer's lips grazed my temple as I lowered my head to his shoulder. He softly mumbled something about sweet bliss before slipping into a midday nap of exhaustion. I eased the grip I had on his thick shoulders and pulled my spent cock from his stretched asshole. His legs slid from my back and spread down to the ground; his arms hung limp around me. I inhaled the fresh fragrance of sexual stench combined with sensual summer air. I closed my eyes, resting contentedly on Kristoffer's cadaver-like body and thought to myself that I'd have no reason to be looking for Ed again.
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