Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 00:06:28 +0200
From: Jolan Leifsson <jolan.leifsson@hotmail.com>
Subject: viking boys exploration part 2

As you already know, this story involves erotic scenes between underage
boys and girls, as well as adult with underage kids. If this content is
illegal in your jurisdiction, or if you are under the legal age of reading
this stuff, or you're offended by this type of stories, please stop now.

As it plays over ten centuries ago, this story is of course a work of pure
fiction, none of this has ever taken place. The sex scenes in this story
are all unprotected because of the period it's about, but in real life,
please stay safe, use precaution and don't mess with kids !


Chapter 2 : The day of the hunt.


I was still shaking a little, as I heard some rumour outside. I lifted
myself of the bed, and pulled my long woollen shirt over my head. I slipped
my feet into my soft leather shoes, and ran outside. It was obvious why
everyone was getting so loud. In the fjord, my father's boat was
approaching, which meant their exploring trip was over.

I was standing in front of my small tent, as I expected, the sky was clear,
but still there was a fair breeze. I was shaking a little, as I felt two
hands sliding over my hips from behind. I let out a soft moan, as I knew
who these hand belonged to. The soft whisper in my right ear confirmed my
thoughts, and I smile appeared on my face as I let my body weight lean
backwards into the loving arms surrounding my torso. "Feeling cold my
love?" the soft whisper of Bjarni in my ear made my mind going back to the
first time I had felt his body heat warming me.

It was a cold winter afternoon, and, unlike today, the skies were dark from
the upcoming cold front. Although I didn't feel like coming out of my tent,
I knew I had to get into the forest to get some food to spend the rest of
the week. It had been freezing for over two weeks now, and I was running
out of meat. Although my head told me not to wait any longer, I could feel
the blood rushing into my throbbing member, thinking back at last august,
the last time I had seen my best friends sister, Layla, stroking her naked
shiny body dry. For the last five long months, this image had been in my
mind, especially since the day I had my first real orgasm, and started
shooting my nectar. The picture of her forms in my head always made me
horny, and wonder what it would feel like to taste her tongue, and slip my
hands under her skirt.

As I closed my eyes, my mind started to change this image into a moving
picture, where she was lying beside me on the bed. As usual, there was not
a single piece of clothing to hide her perfect teenage body. Very softly, I
let my lips touch the skin of her beautiful face, as my hand was softly
stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs, going slowly upward, to her
still virgin vulva. As my head moved towards her perfect little teen tits,
my hand slowly started to stroke between her spread legs, feeling the
moisture of her pink pussy lips. Kindly I worked my index finger inside of
her secret treasure, as my tongue started to work her way around this
perfect erect nipple of her. My other hand was kneading the small breast I
was licking, and a soft moan of excitement softly escaped her lips as a
second finger invaded her small entrance. Somehow this seemed to excite
her, and she quickly flipped me over on my back, sitting over me with her
legs spread. As I looked into her blue eyes, she moved her hand behind her
body, and started to work on my pulsing boymeat. She pushed her body
upwards, and as my hands were still working her soft chest, she manoeuvred
herself over my genitals, and slowly sat down on my cock. As she lowered
herself over my dick, I felt the warmth and wetness of her young pussy
slide all the way over it. Suddendly she sat down with all her weight,
forcing my complete five inches into her shaking little body. Her body
slowly started to work itself up again, letting my dick almost slip out
completely. As my leaking cock head almost popped out, she pushed herself
down, forcing her whole weight to surround my cock. After a few minutes,
she had found herself a nice rhythm, and was waving her hair as she was
riding my dick like it was a wild horse. My hips started to work there self
up and down, forcing my meat inside her all the way every time she sat
down. Man, I must be in heaven.

In the mean time, my hand was pumping as fast as I could, thinking of how
it would be to indeed slam my cock into her wonderful body. My cock got
even harder, and I pulled my legs up all the way, as my hips were moving
wildly, trying to press the cock deeper into my hand. During my intense
masturbation ritual, I had kicked away my blanket, and my shaking hairless
body was now lying completely uncovered on my bed, wanking off like a mad
man. It didn't take me too long to feel the boyjuice boiling in my balls,
and starting it's way up towards my chest. As the cum sprayed over it, I
let out a loud moan, falling back on the bed, squirting out the last spurts
of semen, before I completely relaxed. "Having fun?" I almost died right
there and then from a heart attack as Bjarni's head entered my tent. "What
the hell are you doing here man, why do you sneak up on me like that, you
scared the shit out of me !!" I felt busted, betrayed, and actually a
little dirty for doing this. And worst of all, it was my very best friend
who had seen me, completely in trance by my filthy little secret.

To my surprise he just gave me a big grin as he came all the way in.  "Sure
looks like I've scared something else out of you pal", was all he said, as
he looked down on my chest, which was still coated in cum, as he closed the
tent.

"Shit", I thought, "I'm still uncovered", as I quickly pulled up my blanket
up to my chin, trying to hide the evidence of what Bjarni had already
seen. "What... what I are you doing here" was all that came out of my now
shaking lips. It was probably the dumbest question I had ever asked, but I
really couldn't think of anything else to say right now. Before he could
even answer my question, words started to come out of my mouth. Or at
least, something like that. I don't exactly knew what I was trying to say,
and I don't think it made any sense at all, since after only a few seconds
he laid his finger on my lips, forcing me to shut up.

"Don"t sweat it Jolan, it's ok". His words surprised me, as I expected to
be furious that his best friend would be doing something like this. His
finger was still on my lips, but still I managed to get some words out of
my mouth: "What ... What do you mean Bjarni?".

"Shht my friend" he spoke, as he let his finger slip down over my lips,
touching them very softly. "I do it all the time". His statement was proven
true with a big smile on his face, and the most honest look I had ever seen
in his deep brown eyes.

"Really"? I asked, as I carefully let go of my blanket, and mover my hands
down.

"Really, we'll talk about it later, but right now, we've gotta go hunting,
so you better get dressed" was all he said, before planting a soft kiss on
my forehead. "You're the best friend I ever had, I would hate it to see you
starve to death"

His words make me fall into his arms, pressing my trembling body close to
his. After a few moments I let go, and wanted to get up, as I realized that
not only was I still naked as the day I was born, but also again hard as
the mast of my father's boat, and still coated with my own semen, like I
had tripped with my bucket after milking our village cow.

My face got beat read, and I looked down in embarrassment. Bjarni looked at
me and smiled, pulling a piece of cloth out of his pocket. As the blanket
fell down into my lap, he wiped off all the semen of my chest. Oh man, this
was killing me, my best friend cleaning off my body, after I'd been
shooting my sperm all over myself, thinking of fucking his little sister
like rabbits. Somehow, he must have felt weird too, because when he passed
my belly button, and started to get nearer to my crotch, he let go of the
tissue, and after a quick kiss on my cheek, he mumbled: "Here pal, why
don't you finish up the rest, and I'll see you outside in a minute?"

I was too dumbstruck to answer, but when I saw him running outside, I would
have sworn his pants was a little more tented then usual. A grin appeared
on my face, as I realised my cock wasn't the only one getting rock hard
every two damn minutes. After I had cleaned myself up, and managed to press
my still raging boner into my woollen pants, I crawled out of the tent.

Bjarni was sitting with his back to my tent on a big rock right in front of
it. He obviously didn't hear my coming out, as I notcid his right hand
slowly rubbing between his legs. As I grabbed his torso from behind, he
turned his head towards me, and his face was only a few inches away. My
mind got puzzled, as I felt this strange feeling inside my belly as he
looked deep into my eyes and said: "Ready to go on a real shooting trip
wanking boy?" I grinned as I whispered: "How could I say no to a boy this
sweet?" The words came out of my mouth before I realised what I just said
to him. I could feel my face getting beat red again from embarrassment,
especially because I had no idea why I had just said something so
silly. Luckily I seemed to be the only one being surprised, as Bjarni
planted a kiss on my left check, and whispered in my ear: "I was hoping
you'd say that"

Ok, this was weird, guys aren't supposed to talk like that to each other,
are they? Although my mind was puzzled, my body seemed to enjoy the touch
of his hand on the back of my hand, and the soft feeling of his young lips
against my face.

He got up, and I followed him into the woods, hoping to find some food for
tonight. We didn't have to wait long, as we noticed a young deer standing
right in the middle of an open spot, enjoying the warmth of the sun. I
almost felt sorry that we had to kill this beautiful creature, but my
stomach convinced me that it was the way it was supposed to go. I carefully
took the wooden bow of my shoulder, and fished an arrow from my back. As I
was still learning how to shoot, I was glad Bjarni always came along to
teach me how to use it. This time was no different. As I lined up my feet
towards my target, and stretched the bow to aim, he came standing right
behind me. His left hand gently touched my buttocks, as he pushed the
middle section of my young body forward. His other hand rested on my chest,
as he whispered in my ear to keep my torso straight. I did as I was told,
and aimed for the deer. Bjarni came even closer, as his left hand slowly
stroked my arm all the way to my hand that was holding the bow. I could
feel his boyhood pressing in my buttocks, and his right hand moved lower
until it was right above my crotch. "That's it hunter boy, you got her". My
hand released the string making the arrow starting it's way towards the
animal standing 30 yards away from us. The forest was so silent you could
actually hear the arrow flying through the thin air towards it's target. I
held my breath all the time, and Bjarni was grabbing me even harder from
behind.

As the arrow penetrated into the deer's neck, I let the air escape from my
mouth, and the tension in my body oozed away. "I did it" I thought, and
Bjarni wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me from behind, firmly
pressing his now rock hard cock into my butt. "That's my boy, I knew you
could do it", he whispered in my ear.I put my hands over his, still resting
on my lower body as I whispered back: "Thanks for helping me so much". I
tilted my head back, so it was now resting on his shoulder: "You're the
best!".

I could stay here all day with him, but the cold breeze shook me back to
reality.

A few hours later we were back in the tent, our bellies full with fresh
meat, sipping from our fresh beers. Outside, the sunny sky was gone, and
far away we could hear the thunder introducing what was gonna be a very
rainy night. "Would you mind to stay here tonight? I don't like to be alone
when it's raining so hard". "Sure pal, let's get some rest, it's gonna be a
long night. As I made up our bed for the night, Bjarni started to
undress. I tried not to look, as he laid on his back to remove the loin
cloth from his waist. But when his 15 year old boyhood came into few, I
just couldn't keep my eyes off of his naked body. His pink nipples were
standing straight up from the cold air, showing off how well built he
was. My eyes followed his chest down towards his hairless tummy. He had an
amazing sixpack, and was completely hairless, except for his croth. It had
been a while since I had seen him naked the last time in august, and it
seemed like he had grown quite well. His cock was about four and a half
inches long, soft!! Below it his hairy sac came into view. His balls looked
like two cherries, well hidden in a beautiful bag. They were hanging low
between his now spread legs, almost all the way to his boy hole. "Comon
dude, stop drooling and get naked so we can go to bed" his laughing tone
snapped me right back into reality, and I quickly removed my clothes. He
was sitting up now, his legs crossed, so I could clearly see his package
hanging between his firm thighs. As I removed my loin cloth, I felt my cock
growing hard. "Oh no, not now" I thought as I lowered my face to keep him
from seeing my reddening face. As head tilted downwards, I got a clear view
of his love pole in all it's glory. And glory it was. It must have been at
least over 8 inches long now. It curved up nicely, just like mine, and the
head was deep red, and swollen from excitement. Hanging on the small piss
slit, there was a drop of clear liquid oozing out, slowly running down it's
shaft. Slowly he moved his hand towards the pulsing prick, and slowly
started stroking it. "See, I told you you're not the only one doing this
pal". I was still in trance, looking at his hand slowly going up and down
on his hot meat. Instinctively I grabbed my own, and started to copy his
movements. Man this was hot. My mind was going crazy, and I couldn't find
out why I was getting so horny from watching my best friend jerk his
cock. But at this moment, I couldn't care less about why, and was only
focused on the feeling in my loins. He stretched out his legs so they were
now resting on my spread thighs. The warmth of his young flesh felt
wonderful, and with one swift movement he grabbed my hips, and pulled me
closer to him. His thighs were now on my hips, and I could feel his balls
moving against mine as he stroked his meat. This was the most amazing
feeling I had ever felt, and I just couldn't stop. I was paralysed by his
impressive tool, and my free hand moved towards him to touch it. I moved it
over his, and he broke the touch with his cock. Soon I was holding his cock
firmly in my hand, gently inspecting the swollen head, and smearing the
liquid all over it. He tilted his head backwards, and a soft moan escaped
his beautiful lips. After I'd been stroking him for a few minutes, my hand
got tired, and I decided to try something else, as I didn't want to stop
the obviously great feeling I was giving him. I grinded our cocks together,
and took them both in my right hand as I continued my steady
movement. Fastly rubbing our cocks together, I could feel his balls
bouncing up, hitting mine from underneath. This feeling sent me over the
top, and I increased my rhythm, as I could feel his cock get even harder. A
few seconds later we both let out a loud moan, as our boy poles erupted at
the same time. Both heads were spraying like crazy, and soon both our cum
was leaking of my hand, dripping all over his cock and balls, and coating
mine too. I let go of his cock, and fell back down on the mattress. "Man,
that was amazing" I moaned, as he slowly said back up. "It sure was", he
said, grinning widely. He crawled next to me, and pulled the blankets over
us. Still coated in cum, I spooned up behind him, pressing my chest against
his back, and my still half hard cock at his buttocks. I rested my arm
around his waist, and slowly rubbing his tummy, we dozed off, our cum
drying between our bodies, as the night took over.

My mind was snapped back into reality, as my gorgeous lover softly kissed
my neck: "Come on hottie, let's go to your dad.

In the meantime, the boat had reached the pontoon in the fjord, and my
father jumped off of the boat. I ran towards him, and jumped to his chest
to embrace him. My now again steel hard boy penis was pressed against his
belly, as my legs were wrapped around his waist. "My my, have you grown my
little boy". He smelled my hair, and kissed it like he always did, but just
a little longer then needed. "Grown a lot it seems", he smiled down on me
as he licked his lips. I could have died right then and there from
embarrassment, as I realised I forgot to get the cum of my hair. As I laid
my head on his strong shoulder, a young boy I'd never seen before jumped
onto the pontoon. My mouth fell open as I saw this perfect little
creature. He must have been about twelve years old, and his head was
covered with wet looking light brown hair. The front was falling over his
forehead, and stopped right above his light green eyes. Directly behind him
came another boy, who looked just the same, but only was his hair light
blond, and his eyes blue as the ocean on a sunny afternoon.

They both were perfectly built, and their long hairless legs appeared
nicely from underneath their ropes, that stopped just bellowed their
butt. A few moments later a young girl appeared on the side of my father's
boat. She was wearing nothing else then a short white dress, also showing
off her gorgeous legs. As she stepped over the side of the boat, her dress
slid upwards, and as she pulled up her right leg, I got a clear view of her
pink lips. Her pussy was completely hairless, and looked like it had never
been used before. As she jumped onto the pontoon, I could see her dress had
gotten wet from the rough sea this morning outside the fjord. It looked
like it was one with her body, and she perfectly showed off her amazing
looking young breasts. Her nipples were hard as a rock, and she her lips
looked like the darkest of red as she smiled at me, stroking her long black
curls out of her face. Inside my shirt I felt my cock starting to leak as a
waterfall, and my balls started to feel all tingly. She clearly was the
sister of the beautiful young males standing with their back towards me. As
he blond boy bent over to put on his dry leather shoes, I got a perfect
view of his smooth little love balls, hanging between his legs. He had a
perfect little butt, and I knew at that very moment that I had to get my
hands on these kids.

As I almost started to drool, my father put me down and introduced me to
the kids. The blond boy seemed to be Nathan, and his brother's name was
Mats. The girl was introduced as Kayla, what seemed funny to me, as she was
just as beautiful as my dream girl Layla.  My father explained that he had
found them in a burned down village in the North of the British Kingdom,
and that they had nobody left in their lives.

I felt sorry for them, but I knew one thing for sure: this was going to be
one hell of a hot summer !

End of chapter two

I hoped you enjoyed the story. If you want to find out more about all the
things we did with the twins and their sister, keep reading, or send an
email to tell me how you liked the story: jolan.leifsson@hotmail.com