Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2003 17:25:48 -0500
From: John Paul <john_paul@comcast.net>
Subject: The Alphabet Lovers: Henrik

In the last episode of "Alphabet Lovers," our oversexed hero was
visiting the Scandinavian paradise of Norway.  His journey through the
beautiful region of Finnmark was lead by twin brothers, Gunnar and
Henrik Bergstrom.  After one particular expedition, Henrik realized the
half-Brazilian wasn't designed to handle the cold Norwegian weather and
suggested he take a warming break in the sauna.  While in the sauna,
John Paul was treated to the sight of Gunnar stroking his thick Nordic
cock to a creamy cum explosion.  Shocked and horny, John Paul stroked
out a load of his own, ate dinner and went to bed.  Much later that
night, Gunnar wakes our star from his cozy slumber to view the dazzling
aurora then invites him for a dip in he and his brother's hot spring.
During their late night swim, Gunnar gets the urge to fuck John Paul
and does so with much fervor.  At the climactic end, the fornicating
duo was caught in the act by an outraged Henrik.  Now... back to the
story.


"This isn't what it looks like, Henrik, I swear," Gunnar explained,
although it was hard to confuse the issue with the sight of me on my
back with my legs raised, and him with his fat, slimy dick sliding out
of my arse.

"Funny, it looks like you just finished fucking him.  What part did I
get wrong?"

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to.  I brought him out to see the aurora.
Then I brought him to see the spring.  One thing led to another and we
just ended up fucking."

"Your dick just accidentally slid up his ass?  Is that what you're
trying to tell me?"

"No!  Jesus, Henrik, what's the big fucking deal?"

"I liked him!  You knew that, but you decided to have your way with him
anyway, just like you always do.  That's the big fucking deal!"  Henrik
stormed out of the alcove and Gunnar chased after him, wet and naked,
into the cold Norwegian morning.

I was left alone and confused over the exchange between them.
Obviously, I was the latest in a long line of men that Gunnar
had "stolen" from his brother.  And here I thought Henrik was mad
because he found out his big, strapping brother was a fudge
packer.  "Curiouser and curiouser," I thought as I stepped out of the
water and got dressed.

When I got back to the lodge, Henrik was sitting alone on the sofa in
front of the fireplace, sipping a cup of something hot.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

Henrik looked up at me and briefly pondered my question.  Then he
patted the cushion beside him and asked, "Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please," I answered, taking a seat by the warm fire.

Henrik walked off and came back with another mug of steaming tea.  He
handed me the cup and took a seat beside me.  I wasn't sure what to say
and he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk anyway, so we sat silently
in front of the crackling blaze.

"Where's Gunnar?" I asked.

"Out," Henrik answered with a shrug.

"Look, I didn't mean to come between you and your brother," I offered.

He didn't answer immediately, nor did he look at me as he took another
couple of sips.  Finally, he said, "It's not your fault.  As much as I
want to blame you, I know you had no idea what was going on."

"What exactly IS going on?"

Henrik sighed into his mug.  "I know you and I don't have a
relationship, but Gunnar knew I was attracted to you.  That should have
been enough to tell him to stay away, but it wasn't.  It never has
been.  Since we were little kids, Gunnar has always taken what he
wants.  First it was my toys, then it was my clothes, and now it's my
men.  Most of the time, he just gets to them first.  If I am lucky
enough to get into a relationship with someone, he pretends to be me so
he can sleep with him."

"Why do you put up with it?  Why do you hang around and let me abuse
you like that?"

Henrik looked at me with years of hurt and pain.  "He's my brother... my
twin brother.  I love him, even if he does lie, cheat and steal."

Being an only child, I couldn't relate.  "So that's it?  You just let
him take your stuff and get away with it?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know... take it back."

"That's okay when you're talking about stuff, but it's different when
you're talking about a person.  I feel weird putting the poor,
unsuspecting guy in the middle of our problem, so I usually just break
it off and let Gunnar have his way."

"What if the guy isn't so unsuspecting?" I asked.  Henrik looked at me
with a puzzled wrinkle in his brow.
"I know what's going on," I explained.  "I'm already in the middle of
it.  So... take back what's rightfully yours."

Henrik still looked confused, or troubled, by what I was suggesting.  I
put my hand on his leg and his face showed signs of enlightenment.  He
put his hand on mine and leaned over to kiss me.  For twins, they were
nothing alike when it came to kissing.  Where Gunnar was confident and
gentle in his kissing style, Henrik was more clumsy and rough.  I held
his furry face in my hands and tried to take the lead.  Maybe it was
just my touch, but his awkward clumsiness was instantly transformed
into passionate hunger.  He sucked on my lips and tongue feverishly, as
if his life depended on consuming me with his mouth.  I ran my fingers
through his thick, wavy blond hair and felt his fingers locked into
mine.

Henrik leaned forward until I was on my back, pinned beneath his
massive body.  He ground his body against mine.  I could feel his
nipples poking me through his sweater, and his dick swelled and
screamed to be released from his faded denim jeans.  My own cock was
throbbing and leaking inside the tight confines of my briefs.

In a tangle of body parts, we managed to wiggle out of our clothes so
that I could feel his hard, hairy body against my hypersensitive skin.
It was like déjà vu all over again as I explored Henrik's body with my
fingers.  Physically, he was identical to his brother in every way --
from the soft coat of hair on his chest and stomach, to the bulging
mass of muscles covering his body, down to the size of his big
Norwegian meat.

I gave his hefty tool a good squeeze, much to Henrik's grunting,
groaning delight.  My encounter with Gunnar was a bit hurried... and
unfinished.  I planned to take my time and enjoy everything Henrik had
to offer.

"Sit back," I commanded, "I want to suck on that thick slab of yours."

Henrik had no problems following orders.  He lifted his burly body off
of mine and sat back in the couch.  I crawled up on my hands and knees
beside him, perched over his lap and wrapped my hands around his shaft
again.  We kissed as I stroked his cock to its thick-veined, crimson-
hued fullness.  Then my lips pulled away from his and charted a course
down his neck, across his chest, along the furry trail down his
stomach, to the thick blond patch between his legs.  His cock felt hot
against my cheek and I swear I could hear the blood pulsing through it.

I kissed the base of his cock and gave the shaft a few more strokes.  I
licked my way to the top, following the weaving path of a particularly
thick blood vessel.  Henrik shivered from the sensation of my tongue
circling his retracted foreskin and thick purple glans.  Ah, the
pleasure of playing with an uncut men.  I wrapped my lips around the
head and gave his lengthy shaft a few more strokes.  In seconds, a
steady stream of pre-cum started pouring onto my tongue.  The more I
sucked up, the more he spewed out.

Holding his dick firmly by the base, I started gobbling up his thick,
juicy man-meat.  He was too long and thick for me to take it all, but I
got all but an inch down my throat.  I looked up to see the expression
on Henrik's face.  His eyes were rolling around behind his closed lids
and his face was screwed up in sheer pleasure.  I had to restrain his
gyrating hips to keep him from choking me.

I began slowly bobbing up and down on his dick, sucking and slurping
with all my might.  I wanted to get it hard and wet for my greedy
hole.  My sucking got good to Henrik -- brought out the aggressiveness
in him.  He grabbed a fist full of my hair and started driving his cock
in and out of my throat.  He was face-fucking me powerfully that his
spit-covered nuts lightly slapped against my chin with every thrust.
This jaw-breaking activity continued for a while until I once again
held onto his hips and took control of the situation.

Drooling and breathless, I pulled his cock out of my mouth.  "You want
this ass?" I asked, wiggling my hips and wiping the spit off my chin.

He never really responded, but the look in his eyes told me he what I
needed to know.  I assumed the position -- bent over the back of the
sofa with my ass proudly displayed.  Henrik jumped up from the couch
and took his place behind me.  He grabbed two nice hands full of my
firm ass and spread it open.  The next thing I felt was his neatly
trimmed moustache and beard rasping against the crack of my ass, and
his tongue and lips lapping at my manhole.  To my dismay, he didn't
spend much time eating me out.  I looked over my shoulder just in time
to see him drop some spit on my exposed asshole then point his spit-
soaked weapon at the dripping cavity.  His horse dick slid in with very
little resistance.

His brother had done a good job opening me up earlier and there was
even some of Gunnar's spunk up there to coat the way.  I closed my eyes
and hummed at the wonderful sensation of being filled up again by such
a thick prick.

"That's some load you dropped up there, little brother," Henrik
commented.

I opened my eyes and looked around to find Gunnar standing in front of
me with a wicked grin on his face.

"You like my sloppy seconds, big bro?" Gunnar asked, giving his cock a
lengthy tug through his jeans.

"Yeah, nice and tight without all the fuss and fight," Henrik replied,
working an inch or two of his cock in and out of my ass.  "If I knew it
would feel this good, I would've suggested we fool around together
before."

"You two have never messed around with the same guy before?" I asked,
gently milking his cock with my ass.

Henrik moaned.  "Nope, you're our first, but I have a feeling you won't
be our last."

I felt his cock thicken inside me, reawakening every nerve in my anus;
and when he started working more of that fat prick in and out of my
chute, I was moaning and growling like an animal.  I was so caught up
in the pleasure Henrik was giving me that I didn't notice Gunnar
zipping down his pants and pulling out his own fat beast.  He pressed
the half-soft slab of flesh against my lips.  I stuck out my tongue and
guided the monster into my mouth.  I sucked and tongued his cock,
making it swell inside my hot mouth until the head was poking against
the back of my mouth.  It kept growing and throbbing, pushing its way
past my tonsil and down my throat.

On the other end, Henrik was slowly pumping me with the entire length
of his prod.  It seemed to take an eternity from the time his meat
started its leisurely exit until I once again felt his downy bush
against my ass cheeks and his balls nestled against mine.  I usually
like it a little rough, but there's something to be said about the
long, deep and slow method and how it makes every nerve tingle just so.

Gunnar, however, opted for a rougher, faster approach to fucking my
throat.  With one hand tightly gripping the top of my head, he drove
his prick in and out of my mouth so fast that I started to drool
uncontrollably.  His dick, balls and pubes were soaked with my spit.

We were all groaning and writhing in ecstasy; working ourselves into a
sweaty mass of pumping and gyrating flesh.  Gunnar was the first to
blow.  As he got closer to orgasm, his thrusts got shorter and shorter,
until he finally buried my face in his golden pubic hairs and shuttered
out a massive load into my mouth.  He came longer and harder than he
did when he fucked me.  There was so much cum that I couldn't swallow
it all.  It dripped out of the corners of my mouth and pooled up with
the spit on his tight nuts.

Henrik was the next to pop.  He pulled his cock out just in time to
shoot a thick creamy load on my back and in the crack of my ass.  The
cum trickled down my ass and onto my balls, where it dripped slowly
onto the couch.  He dipped his dick in a pool of spunk then worked it
into my gaping hole.

The twins were spent and sated.  They both relaxed -- Henrik plopped
down on the sofa on my right; Gunnar leaned over the back of the sofa
to my left.  "This is the second time I've been fucked today without
getting off," I commented to no one in particular.

"That's unacceptable," Henrik replied, "it's our duty to make sure our
visitors are completely satisfied."

"We have two special package deals for you to choose from... to enhance
your Norwegian experience," Gunnar added coyly.

"Decisions, decisions," I mused, considering both Bergstrom brothers.
I finally decided on Gunnar.  I gazed into Gunnar's icy blue eyes, gave
him a kiss, and said, "I think I'll take this package... why don't you
come over here and let me have a shot at you."

Gunnar beamed proudly and jumped over the back of the couch.  I glanced
over at Henrik.  He was watching intently and groping his sleeping
cock, but he looked slightly sullen.  I pacified him with a quick grope
and kiss then turned to my eager play toy.

Gunnar was already on his back with one leg draped over the back of the
couch.  His ass looked so yummy; I dove into his hairy crack and lapped
at his sweaty hole.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "I haven't been reamed and fucked in so long.
I'm going to love this."

So I chewed and munched on his musky asshole which sent him into
overload.  He thrashed about wildly, kicking both legs in the air to
give me better admittance.  I probed his tight opening with my tongue
then added a couple of fingers to get him opened up for his fucking.
By the time I was finished, my mouth and chin were soaked and the hair
in his crack was matted down with my spit.  He was as hard as a rock
and ready to be probed.

"Close your eyes, stud.  I want you to concentrate on feeling my cock
stretch you open."  Gunnar grinned and obediently shut his eyes.

Henrik was watching the action on the sideline.  He was hard too, just
from watching me eat his brother's ass.  I winked at him.  With one
hand I gave his stiff prick a few strokes; with the other I spread open
his brother's ass and presented his pretty pink hole to him.  Henrik
didn't understand what I was proposing to him at first.  He started to
protest when he realized I was offering Gunnar's ass for him to fuck.
I gestured for him to be quiet and he shook his head vehemently in
objection.

I tickled Gunnar's pucker with my tongue and watched it wink in
response.  I felt Henrik's prick grow thicker.  He was obviously turned
on by the sight of his brother's hungry hole -- enough to make him
change his mind about taking his ass.  Henrik repositioned himself so
that he was spooning Gunnar, with his prick wedged between his
sibling's ass cheeks, but hesitated to take the final plunge, so to
speak.  I aimed Henrik's cock at his twin's wet and ready pucker.
Sexual instinct took over and he slowly fed his cock up Gunnar's tube.

"Holy shit, that's big," Gunnar complained.

"Mm hmm, it looks like he's stretching you out pretty good," I
commented.

Gunnar's eyes sprung open and looked at me smiling up at him.  Then he
looked behind him to see Henrik smiling at him.  "What the fuck?" he
screamed.

"Shh.  Calm down.  Henrik's just showing you a little brotherly love.
And by the looks of it, I think you like it."  Indeed Gunnar's cock had
grown impressively hard.  "So, why don't you just lay back and let your
brother show you a good time?"

Gunnar still seemed reluctant to go through with this, but when he felt
Henrik's prick wriggling around in his tight anus he too changed his
mind about the depravity of incest.  His eyes closed and his hips
wiggled slightly.  "God, that feels good," he hissed.

I nodded at Henrik and he started to fuck his twin.  In minutes, both
of them were rutting around like pigs in heat.  They settled into a
tight embrace -- they kissed and explored the identicalness of each
other's body with their inquisitive hands.  Henrik reached around and
fondled his brother's eleven-inch meat while he dug out the depths of
Gunnar's bowels with his own eleven-inch prick.

By then my dick was hard and begging for attention.  I stood up and
walked to the end of the sofa and offered my throbbing prick to them.
Their heads were side-by-side and they both looked eager to get a taste
of my dripping tool, but Gunnar was the first to take a bite.  He
slurped down half of my cock and massaged the tip and shaft with his
magnificent tongue.

"Mmm that feels good.  Let's see what your brother can do."  Gunnar let
my dick slip out of his mouth then offered it to his twin.  Henrik
gulped down my pole and gave me the same tongue treatment Gunnar had.
The Bergstrom boys were both good cocksuckers, that's for sure.  They
swapped off occasionally, taking turns swinging on the end of my prick,
before eventually deciding on a double blowjob.  Henrik sucked on the
end while Gunnar nibbled and licked on my balls and shaft.

"Aw fuck yeah!  That's hot!" I wailed.  Watching these big, burly twins
fucking while they bathed my prong with their mouths was quickly
bringing me to the edge.  They were working up a day's worth of pent-up
orgasm.  I pulled away from their insatiable mouths and jerked my dick
to completion.  I drenched their manly faces with a gallon of cum.
They caught as much as they could on their greedy tongues then licked
the rest from each other's beard and moustache.  I knelt down and
kissed them both, tasting my own spooge on their lips and tongue.  Then
I sat back and watched them finish fucking each other.

Having finished me off, Gunnar and Henrik were free to continue their
incestuous coupling, which they did with earnest.  Henrik furiously
fucked his brother's ass.  Gunnar moaned and groaned from the torturous
pounding, all the while fisting his dick.  All I could hear was the
sound of their beefy bodies slapping together and their savage
grunting.  Suddenly, Gunnar's grunts grew louder and I knew he was
about to blow for the third time.  His face flushed deep red and his
cock unloaded another thick load all over his stomach and chest.

I leaned forward to lick up the mess.  As I finished lapping up the
last drop of spooge from his furry belly, I felt something hot and
sticky hit the side of my face.  I turned just in time to see Henrik's
pulsing cock spit out a second splash of cum that hit me right in the
eye.  The third volley landed on my lips.  I opened my mouth to catch
the fourth, fifth and sixth.  The rest dribbled out of his dick onto
Gunnar's now flaccid member.  I licked the jizz from my lips and off of
Gunnar's salty balls.

The Bergstrom boys cuddled up on the sofa, in a loving embrace.  I
crawled up with them and we all fell asleep in a big sweaty heap.  It'd
been a long morning and it wasn't 9 o'clock yet.  We slept through our
scheduled trip and into the early evening.

I stayed in Norway for another week or so.  During that time, there was
a lot of flirting, but we never messed around again -- at least not all
three of us.  Every night, however, as I drifted off to sleep, I could
hear Gunnar and Henrik going at it.  I don't think they ever fought
over another man again.