Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 00:17:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Seppo

Seppo (M/M, oral, anal)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains some dialogue in Finnish, and as any
native speaker will see, my skills are limited. I hope the mistakes in
spelling, grammar and style aren't too bad.


"Enjoy the day, gentlemen!"

I didn't exactly hold that old fusspot of a judge in great esteem, but this
was one court order I intended to respect. Can you imagine a Friday in June,
a steaming Friday in June, cooped up in court, trying to get a client off,
when he was so obviously guilty he might as well have carried a neon sign
saying "I did it!"? To top that off, the prosecutor didn't know his job, the
judge interrupted me constantly, and I had lost my five last cases. What
happened to the romance of defending the underdog?

In any case, my client was on his way to prison, and I was on my way out of
there. The robing room was stuffier and mouldier than I could remember it,
but my stop was a short one.

Free at last, free at last! Four glorious weeks of holiday, woooohh! Not a
lot of documents in my briefcase. That meant plenty of space for my jacket
and tie. I decided there and then that I would sit down at the first and
best watering hole I reached, provided there were vacant seats outside, in
the sun.

Two minutes later, I had spotted a good table, and with visions of chilled
lager (yes, I'm a beer heretic; I like it cold), I hurried towards it.

"Voi kamalan aika!" a voice behind me exclaimed. Hm, Finns. I turned my head
slightly. Voi kamalan aika, indeed. It means something like "My goodness",
and I had expected someone middle-aged and prim, but on that score I was
sadly (or gladly) mistaken. He was the archetype of the Finn: Tall, slender,
very blonde, high cheekbones, the lot. And he was not middle-aged. Possibly
a couple of years younger than my 25. His companion was hot, too, but he
wasn't a revelation, not like...

"Seppo!" exclaimed the other guy, sounding shocked. "Ehka han ymmarra, mita
sanoit." (Maybe he understands what you're saying).

Seppo laughed. "Ei! Han on Englantilainen. Luuletko, etta monta
Englantilaiset puhuvat Suomea?" (No! He's English. Do you think lots of
Englishmen speak Finnish?)

For the next twenty minutes, they kept this up, Seppo commenting on just
about every young guy in the place, and lots of those who passed on the
street, too. He kept returning to me, however, and the things he'd like to
do with me. His mate, Esko, seemed more interested in the girls, and also
less courageous, constantly telling Seppo to be careful. Me, I just basked
in the sun and the comments about my gorgeous body. I always thought it was
pretty nice, but young Seppo seemed to find me infinitely desirable.

After a few minutes, he made a call on his mobile, and fortunately he gave
whoever was at the other end his number. He said it twice, and slowly,
giving me time to jot it down. I sat staring at the piece of paper for a
while, then downed the last of my beer, stiffened the sinews and summoned up
the blood, and called him.

"Seppo taalla", he answered (Seppo here).

"Taalla puhuu Sam", I said softly (Sam speaking). "Haluatko yrittaa
sankyni?" (Wanna try my bed?) I knew that wasn't too well phrased, but it
was the best I could do. My vocabulary in Finnish is still limited, as is my
grammar.

"Huh?"

I turned towards him, lifting my phone. He spotted me, and his paleness
disappeared, to be replaced by a lobster look. Quickly, before he had time
to think anymore, I crossed over to his table. In halting Finnish, I told
him my place was only five minutes away by taxi, and he could be back here
with Esko in an hour. Thirty seconds later, with a dazed-looking Nordic in
tow, I was parleying with a taxi driver.

The ride was short and quick, and we didn't speak much. He asked my how I
knew Finnish, and I told him I had taken classes, just for the fun of it.
That's my idea of fun, you know, learning peculiar languages. I found out
that he was 22, and a university student, majoring in Russian. That was
about as far as we got before the cabman delivered us at my flat.

Still a little worried that he might back out, I walked quickly to the door
and ushered him inside. As soon as the door slammed, I put my briefcase on
the floor, my hand on his crotch and kissed him hard. He mmmphed a bit, but
it wasn't long before he was stroking my arse and humping my hand.

I backed off and led him by his belt to the bedroom. I had his shorts open
in five seconds, and he eagerly followed my lead, loosing his shirt, socks
and underwear in a flash. I took a moment to admire him. God, he was hot!
Slender, smooth, just the right amount of muscle. Toned, but not bulky. I
got naked, too, and almost as if we'd rehearsed it, both of us took a dive
and landed on the queen-sized bed. The only good piece of furniture in the
place, but then it was by far the most important.

I scooted round until I had his Nordic prick right in my vision. "Oh, God!"
I whimpered, then gobbled damn near the whole thing down my throat. It was
just the right size, about six and a half inches, foreskin intact, and
gloriously thick. Pale, too, like the rest of him.

Within seconds, my head was bobbing up and down on the fat pole, eliciting
moans and heavy breathing from its owner. He quickly remembered what he was
there for, though, and my own cock was treated to the warmth of a mouth. He
sucked hard and fast. Not much tongue, not a lot of refinement, but the
urgency of it all was so exciting, I knew I'd spew out my load really
quickly. I cupped his bollocks. They were riding his shaft already. After
another fifteen seconds or so, he gasped out: "I'm cumming, Sam!". I lifted
off him, and stroked the wondrous thing a few times, and then the hot spunk
hit me. Nose, chin, throat, chest, it seemed the young sperm would never
stop flying.

"Yaaaah!" I had almost forgotten about my own orgasm, but my Finnish friend
had the presence of mind to remember his duties. I stiffened, the intensity
of the cum almost making me choke. One, two, three, four mighty contractions
later, and I could more or less feel what was going on again. That part of
the orgasm is the best, when the ejaculation is almost over, and I can
savour the sensations more fully.

I looked down at him and laughed. My prick in his hand, my slimy discharge
in puddles all over his chest and a big, goofy smile all over his sweet
face. He understood about fun, all right!

Lying down beside him, I reached out to smear my jizz over his smooth body.

"That was great, Sam. Thank you."

"Thank you, Seppo. You speak better English than I do Finnish."

"Thank you again. You want some more of me? I'm not meeting Esko again for
another forty-five minutes."

I flashed him my best smile, and reached under the bed for the towel I keep
there. After I had wiped us both down, we settled in for some more kissing.
Not so hard this time, but good. Oh, so good!

He rolled over to lie on his back with me over him. Tongues dueling, his
hands started roaming my back, from the shoulderblades down to my arse
cheeks, up again, then down, stroking my arse. I love that. The feeling of a
warm pair of hands on my almost smooth bottom is so sweet!

I lifted off him a little.

"Seppo on taas iso poika!" I laughed (Seppo is a big boy again).

"Tietysti", he replied softly (Of course).

"Mita sitten Seppo haluaa nyt?" (What does Seppo want now, then?).

He pulled my face to him and kissed me long. Releasing me, he smiled and
spread his legs.

"Fuck me, Sam!"

I kissed his dainty little nose, then reached under the bed again. I kept
condoms and lubrication there. Quickly, I rolled a condom over my once more
completely erect cock, unscrewed the lid from the tube of lube, then placed
the head at his hole and pushed lightly. Not as if I was going to enter him,
just as a declaration of intent. I bent down and kissed his left nipple,
then let my tongue flip over it. He moaned. I bit it, lightly at first, then
harder. He was getting loud, starting to thrash about a bit. He was in my
thrall now. I repeated the process with the other nipple, then made a small
trail with my tongue down to his bellybutton. I don't think he found it too
sexy when I let the tip of the tongue enter it, but he did giggle. Gently
nibbling at his pubic bush, I progressed over his cockhead, down the shaft,
taking each bollock into my mouth and pulling at it, down the perineum and
to my goal.

I started with a light lick just above the puckered opening, then moving to
attack it directly, licking at first, then penetrating as far as my tongue
would go.

"Ooooh! Ei koskaan..." (Never).

"What?" I mumbled.

"It's wonderful, Sam. Nobody has ever done that to me. Keep going!"

I did, for about two minutes. I reached for the lube tube, squeezed out a
good-sized dollop for me, then squirted another on him. I spread it out, and
was just working a finger inside him, when he interrupted.

"Don't keep me waiting any longer, Sam! Just do it! Fuck me!"

I moved into position and aimed the head directly at his hole. He grabbed my
bum and pulled.

"Waaaah!" he yelled as I penetrated him fully. Afraid I'd hurt him, I wanted
to withdraw, but he just pulled harder.

"Don't, Sam! I want you in there. It hurts, but it's a good hurt, and it
will go away soon. Just wait a little before you start moving."

He pulled me down for another kiss. And another. And one more. And then he
pushed his arse against me. I lifted up, grabbed both his heels and began
the fuck. Slowly at first, watching as my six-incher moved within him. He
reached for his own legs, pulling them close to his body, giving me free
access to his depths. My own hands under his arse (or the small of his back,
rather), I gave it to him hard. Pushing it, shoving it, ramming it inside!
Wham! Wham! Wham! The sound of my groin hitting him almost gave the
impression that I was spanking his cute behind rather than fucking it.
Perhaps I was.

I lasted maybe three minutes. By that time I had no thought for him, only
for my own impending release. With a series of animal grunts, groans and
squeals, I let go, flooding the condom with my precious fluids.

As I opened my eyes, the goofy grin was back below me.

"You fuck good, Sam."

"Oww, I bet you say that to all the boys."

"I do, but you were the best. Really. Kiss me!"

My cock still lodged inside him, I did. Not once, not twice, but...I don't
know how many times, but it seemed to last forever. Finally, though, I grew
limp and slipped out of him. He was still hard and mighty. "Iso Seppo". Big
Seppo.

We had a little time, and he fucked me, too. In my favourite position, with
me on my stomach, and he plugging me from behind, making full body contact.

The promised hour soon ended, and he got dressed again. I gave him
directions on the map so he could find his way back to Esko, kissed him
goodbye, and he left. Out on the street, he turned, smiled, waved and
shouted: "Soittaa minulle!" (Call me!) I nodded and shut the door. On the
floor, I found my shirt, with the note in the pocket. Seppo's number. "Mina
soitan, Seppo", I whispered. "I'll call."


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) July 2001. All rights
reserved.

Any comments? Did you like it? Hate it? Mail me at: einhard@excite.com


Thanks!

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a few words to those of you who have mailed me to say you like my stories.
There doesn't seem to be a lot of you, but I really appreciate it all the
same. A special message of thanks to my ambushing friend from the USA, and
to my young Chinese buddy. You light up my days.