Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 12:44:04 -0500
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Iceland Adventure

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Iceland Adventure
by JAs

Before I begin,I'll let you know a little about myself. I consider
myself-35 years old average-height 5'11,close to 170 lbs,dark hair-not
greying yet nor thinning. I work out twice a week whereever I am,trying to
hold off gaining unnecessary pounds. I watch my diet to avoid illness. I'm
travel writer,free lance work mostly. I like to travel,to see new
places,visit old haunts. I spend a great deal of time on airplanes. Therein
lies this tale.

 A lesson I should've learned-never book a flight on a US airline when
there's talk of war. Once I had been stuck in Frankfort,Germany for 48 hrs
while my plane ferried troops to god knows where. On my next trip to the US
I decided to fly via Iceland. The flight was cheap and I knew I'd get to
the US without a problem. I was in no hurry since I was to visit family in
New York,never a pleasant time since I came out,8 years ago.

   I arrived in Paris the night before my morning flight. After a nice
dinner I made a tour of the gay bars around the Marais. In those days there
was plenty of action in the backrooms. One bar was even having a "naked"
party. Well,it was advertised as a underwear party but we all know where
that leads. At 2AM I stumbled back to my hotel,leaving a message to wake me
at 7AM.

   The phone rang promptly at 7AM.I managed to get myself arranged and
check out before 8 to go to the airport. It was rush hour and the RER
trains were crowded with workers. We arrived at the airport, CDG,and I made
a beeline for my airline's checkin counter. When I checked in I was told
that the flight would board a little early since it was not full. Fine with
me,I went for a coffee and croissant,then headed for the assigned gate. At
the gate I noticed that there were only 30 other people. I figured the rest
would show up before the boarding started. Well,20 minutes later and there
were still only the 31 of us and they announced boarding for all
passengers,unlike the normal row by row boarding. I walked down the
airway,expecting a plane to be there. But no,we were ushered onto a bus and
driven out to our plane,a 757, sitting on the tarmac.

  Boarding was quick and the flight attendants,among them 3 very cute guys
in their twenties,told us to take our assigned seats until boarding was
finished. As you can imagine with only 31 passengers that took no time at
all. The captain came on the PA and announced that we would depart early
due to expected weather problems en route. The cabin crew,all twelve of
them,circulated down the aisle telling us to sit any where we
wanted. I,along with everyone else,grabbed 3 seats in a row to catch a nap
later. There were still many empty seats on the plane. After the usual
pre-takeoff instructions we were ready to go. One of the cute blond flight
attendants took a seat across the aisle from my three. As we buckled up and
the plane got in line for takeoff. We struck up a conversation. He was
obviously a bit of a flirt. 30 minutes into the flight,a meal was
served,along with drinks. My cute guy brought my selected meal tray to my
seat,along with a bottle of wine and one of champagne. He explained that
the airline had ordered a full meal service,expecting more passengers so
there would be extra food if we were hungry. At the end of my very full
meal and wine I needed to go to the head. One of the cute boys directed me
to the back of the plane where the crew usually gathered. There was no one
around but the out of order sign was posted on two of the three toilets. I
took the available one.

  To my surprise,inside was my cute blond flight attendant from
earlier,naked! Now not being one to pass up any opportunity for a good fuck
and being presented with a lean,cute blond ready to play,I felt it was my
obligation to show him a good time. It was a bumpy ride for both of us in
that tiny space. But we managed a couple of intense orgasms in 20
minutes. His were hands free as I pumped him. I had jooind the mile high
club!

   Later,when I had returned to my seat,the now properly dressed attendant
brought me another champagne. He explained that the flight was not full due
to the impending invasion of Iraq. Many people were hesitant to travel in
war time. The airline was also offering a free 2 day stayover package to
ease the backlog of people stranded from earlier flights to Iceland. Since
my connecting flight was near the end of the flight schedule,he suggested
that I might consider the offer. Being the good guy that I am,I told told
him I would accept their kindness. Kurt,my attendant,said that he would
take care of all arrangements and guarenteed that I would have a pleasant
layover in Iceland.

  If you've never landed at the main airport in Iceland,it comes as a shock
to see your plane going down the runway between rows of giant boulders left
over from the time when the island was an active volcano. We deplaned into
a crowded terminal. There was an airline employee with a sign poster with
my last name. I went up,introduced myself,and was told to pick up my bags
and wait for transport to my hotel at the first exit door. Having gotten my
bags,I proceeded to the designated door to await my transport. As I waited
the crew from the flight came out,talking among themselves. Kurt came over
when he saw me. He explained that he and his non-icelandic co-workers were
usually put up in one of two hotels in town for their layovers. He told me
that the airline had booked me in one of those hotels so he'd see me later.

  The 20 minute ride into town was uneventful,as I took in the austere
landscape. At the hotel desk I was given my room number and also told that
I might want to phone the US to tell my family that I would arrive later
than expected. Kurt was behind me in the line at the desk. He
"accidentally" bumped me as I turned around,getting a grope of my
crotch. We smiled and winked. I took the elevator to my room,knowing that
my Icelandic adventure had just started. 30 minutes later the phone in my
room rang. Of course, it was Kurt. He asked if I wanted to join him in an
Icelandic sauna in the hotel's lowest level. I grabbed a swimsuit and
headed down.

  After getting lost in the warren of rooms down there I found the entrance
to the sauna complex.There was a pool,jacuzzi,and sauna,all fed from one of
the many underground hot springs on the island. The locker room was
sparse,simple,and empty. I changed into my swimsuit and headed to the pool
and sauna. I was surprised to see six naked men in the pool with Kurt in
the middle of the group,enjoying himself. He swam over to me and asked why
I was dressed since it was a men only night and everyone swam in the
nude. I very quickly undressed and joined them. Most of the men were
airline employees with a few local guys thrown in. They wereall very fit
and seemed to be in their twenties.

   Kurt introduced me as Tom to the group. After a few laps in the warm
pool I was resting at the shallow end when one of the most handsome men
that I had ever seen,swam up to me. He introduced himself as Erik. He was a
tall,6'4 hunk with reddish blond hair and piercing blue eyes.. We exchanged
the usual small talk. He asked where I was from. I told him New York but
that I now lived in the south of France. I explained that I was a travel
writer and that location gave me access to lots of places to write about.

  Erik looked at me and said "That is the reason you have such a nice tan."
As he said this he ran his hand down my back,resting it on my firm ass. His
other hand ran down my chest,stopping to give a nipple a slight pinch
before continuing south. I looked down to see my cock filling to its full 8
inches. He grabbed it and gave it a slight pull. He softly said "Since the
US Air Force closed the base here we don't see many cut cocks and seldom
get to play with them. Yours is very nice."

  At this point Kurt came over to us. "I see you've met Erik",he said with
a smirk. Kurt explained that Erik was a junior executive for an Icelandic
firm owned by his family and was staying at the hotel in order to catch his
morning flight to New York for a week of meetings.

  Kurt kissed me on the neck as he ran his hand down to my now hard
cock. He pulled Erik in front of me and tugged Erik's foreskin over my hard
cut cock. The feeling was electric! I closed my eyes,enjoying the warm pool
and the feeling of Erik's foreskin,covering my cock,held there by Kurt's
firm grip. His other hand joined Erik's on my ass. They moved in
tandom,reaching for my crack,fingering it lightly. Erik moved in to kiss me
firmly,as I moaned at the sensations going through my body.

  Kurt whispered in my ear,"We're having a party later in Erik's room. Care
to join us?" I moaned my acceptance through Erik's deep kiss. I opened my
eyes to see that we were the only ones left in the pool. I had noticed
earlier that the other men were standing,lounging really at the other side
of the pool,watching while trying not to stare. Now they were gone.

   Erik suggested that we hit the sauna before showering. After we settled
in the sauna, Kurt excused himself to get us some beers. When he returned
he handed each of us a beer and small blue pill,saying we'd need these for
the party. After ten minutes in the sauna we went to the group shower. We
washed each other,feeling as we went. Erik explained as we dried off that
it was time to join the others for the party. From the looks of our three
hard cocks we were ready to enjoy the party.

  We took the elevator to Erik's floor. When he opened the door I saw bags
from every duty free shop in europe and north america scattered around the
room. Kurt saw my surprised look. "Just another benefit of working for the
airline" he said as he unpacked bottles of liquor. There were also bottles
of lube and condoms scattered around the room. As we undressed there was a
knock on the door. Erik answered in his birthday suit. A cute young bellboy
from the hotel staff brought in a cheese tray. He didn't seem to even
notice that there were three naked men in the room. Erik gave him a
tip,signed the chit and whispered something in his ear. AS the young man
was leaving the other guys from the pool showed up. Kurt exclaimed "Party
Time everyone!" They quickly undressed and headed for the bar Kurt had set
up.

  Erik placed a brown bottle under my nose. I didn't need to be told what
to do as I inhaled the poppers. Another knock at the door caught everyone's
attention. This time Kurt answered the door,opening it to reveal our
bellhop with a stack of fresh towels. Kurt took the opportunity to grab the
cute one's ass and ask when he got off work. "An hour from now." he
replied. Kurt then told him to come up and join the party if he felt like
it. He nodded.saying he would see us in an hour.

  Kurt re-introduced me to each of the guys there. Each one took the
opportunity to grab my ass or cock in greeting. We drank,talked,fondled
each other for a while. Erik put on the porn channel on the TV
with,surprisingly,a gay video on. He explained that in Iceland gay porn was
as common as straight porn on the cable channels. The sexual tension in the
room was elevated a few notches as we watched the TV.  There was a soft
knock on the door which Erik answered,revealing our teen bellhop wearing
just a robe and flip flops. He walked in,dropped the robe,and lay on the
bed to watch the Tv with the others. Kurt brought him a drink while Erik
passed the brown bottle to him. By this time the action on the screen was
nothing compared to the action in the room. Kurt had taken the boy in his
arms,spreading his legs as he climbed on top of him. Two pairs of guys were
having a rimming contest. Meanwhile Erik had pushed me onto the bed,next to
the young bellhop. He smothered my body with kisses as he made his way down
to the prize he sought. Kurt had begun to rim the bellhop in preparation
for his deflowering. I could see out of the corner of my eye his extra long
tongue as it stabbed into the pucker of the whimpering boy.

   Erik stopped sucking my cock to watch Kurt's seduction of the boy. The
boy was twisting his ass into Kurt's face,trying to get more of that tongue
inside him. Erik took my interest in the scene as his cue to lift my legs
and he began to give my buns soft kisses and nips with his teeth. Kurt had
moved the boy around so that his face was buried in my crotch,licking the
sides of my cock eagerly. I heard a soft whimper as Kurt entered the young
man. Erik,not to be left out,gave both of us another hit of poppers.He
lubed two fingers and began to open my ring for his now massive cockhead.

 After spending a few minutes working my pucker,Erik placed his well lubed
cock at my entrance. He eased the massive head in slowly,letting me feel
each inch as he filled the needy void in my body. When I felt his public
hair brushing my ass cheeks,I sighed. Seeing me relaxed Erik picked up his
pace,plowing me ever more quickly and deeply. The others had gathered
around to watch,taking turns,feeding me their uncut cocks. This seemed to
turn Erik on more.

  Erik and Kurt moaned at the same time,then yelled as they filled the love
tunnels under them with their man juice. When they finally pulled out they
were immediately replaced by two others of the group. This went on for the
night as each of the eight men filled me and I in turn filled each of
them. At times we would rest to recharge our batteries for another
round. Kurt and the young boy were cum pigs,sucking the fresh loads out of
our tired asses as we lay face down on the bed.

  After a few hours and several rounds of fucking we agreed to call it a
night,a long northern night. It was only the two of us,Erik and I,left in
the room. He took me into the shower to get cleaned up. Then invited me to
stay for the rest of the night. We lay in bed,my back to his front,spooning
against me with that long,thick cock nestled in my crack. I could only hope
that by morning it would again be filling my empty space with his love
juice.







Icelandic adventues 2

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Icelandic adventure -2

JAS



We got up at 6AM when the front desk rang up with Erik's wake up
call. Having only 3 hours of sleep,I wanted to bury my head under the
covers. But Erik had a flight to catch. I heard the shower going and
decided that I'd better head back to my own room. I went into the
bathroom,did my morning business, splashed water on my face,and went to
find my cloths. Erik came out of the bathroom,naked,drying his hair. He
handed me a piece of paper. "This is my contact information for New
York.",he said,"I'd like to see you again." I looked at his naked,sculpted
body and knew that I'd use the info for another session with him.

  I returned to my own room and bed. In what seemed like only a few minutes
the phone rang. I looked at the clock .I had slept for 4 hours. I picked up
the phone to hear a cheery Kurt on the other end. "Time to get up for your
tour of Reykjavik." Now in a nation of barely 240,000 people,most of whom
live in the capital city,our tour took less than 2 hours. We stopped for
lunch at a small cafe. During lunch I quized Kurt about himself and his
work. Kurt was not a native. He,27, was born and raised in Sweden. Most of
the airline employees were not Icelanders. Among the employees there ws a
wide range of nationalities. The airline had been founded after the second
world war with just 2 planes,bought from the US air force. Over 2 decades
it had grown with 4 routes to the US and 12 planes. It served 5 european
cities. Kurt at 26, was well educated with a university degree but a desire
to travel. His job afforded the opportunity to see many new places. We also
talked of my work,writing travel articles for North American magazines and
of th places I had visited.

  After a simple,but expensive lunch,we decided to see one of the wonders
of Iceland-the geyser Strokkur. It regularly shot plumes of crystal clear
blue water hundreds of feet into the air. Sunset in Iceland comes
early,around 4 PM in the afternoon. They have few hours of daylight this
time of the year. We headed back to the hotel. Kurt suggested that we go
for another,quieter swim and sauna. It sounded like a good idea to me. I
needed the exercise after the night's marathon of sex. This time we donned
swimsuits since the pool now held mixed company. After a turn in the pool
and sauna I decided to head back to my room for a nap. Kurt thought that
would be a good idea. At my door he gave me a light kiss and said he's see
me at dinner later.

  I managed to get 3 hours of sleep before waking and taking a quick
shower. As I was standing next to my bed,when I heard a soft knock at my
door. Wrapping the towel around me,I went to answer it. There stood the
cute,blond bellboy from the night before but now in his tight fittng
uniform. "Kurt asked me to make sure you're awake for dinner.",he said. I
thanked him and expected him to leave. But he stood just inside the door.I
turned as he smiled. "I like your cut cock.",he whispered,"can I see it
again?" I turned,locked the door,and dropped the towel. He went to his
knees and proceeded to closely examine my cock as if it were a wonder of
the world. I could see the lust in his eyes.He licked it then engulfed it
in his warm mouth. As he sucked he tugged at his own pants,freeing his
uncut dick. I raised him by his shoulders from the floor,kissed him,tasting
my own cock's pre-cum on his lips. I turned him around,pulled his pants
down,and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He pulled his ass cheeks
apart giving me a view of his hot,twitching,pink pucker. I thought for just
a second before plunging my tongue to prepare that hole. In a few minutes
of prepping his hole his moaning told me he was ready. I lubbed my cock
with a generous amount and entered into the tight,willing,slick hole that
so many had taken the night before. His inner muscles gripped me,flexing to
give my hard cock new sensations. This boy knew how to use his ass
muscles. My orgasm only took a few minutes to fill him. He moaned as he
unloaded his own cum with one stroke of his hand. He quickly cleaned
himself,dressed,and gave me a kiss before leaving.

  I shaved and showered again,washing the scent of the bellboy from my
body. Since we were eating in the hotel restaurant I dressed casually in
jeans and a pullover. I called Kurt's room. He was almost ready so I left
for the lobby. Arriving I saw the bellboy and gave him a wink. He blushed a
deep red.

  A few minutes later Kurt arrived with a man I recognized as one of the
pilots from my flight the day before. He was introduced as Ted,from
Toronto. He was in his late twenties with large hands,a man's man. We
greeted each other with a firm handshake. We went into the restaurant and
were given a table overlooking the courtyard and discreetly away from
others. We ordered our meals and Icelandic beer. After the waiter left,Ted
leaned over to me and said,"Sorry I missed the party last night. Kurt told
me all about it." I smiled at Kurt. He blushed and looked down at the
table. "I'm sure that you would've enjoyed it",I whispered to Ted. He was
just over 6 feet tall with dark,curly hair. His tight fittng shirt showed
off a well built chest. The snug jeans he wore displayed a nice bulge. It
was obvious that he was fit. Later,I learned that what they say about men
with big feet and big hands is true.

  We had a nice meal,talking about adventures they had in various cities. I
learned that my morning flight to New York would depart at 10,so that I
needed to be ready by 8 for the 20 minute ride to the airport and the
checkin. After coffee,Kurt excused himself,leaving me alone with Ted. Since
he was flying the next day Ted had not been drinking but he invited me to
the bar. I ordered another beer and he had a coffee. Breaking the silence,I
asked him what his bedroom preferences were. He told me he was usually a
top but for the right man would bottom. It was quickly decided that I could
audition for the part of the "right man" and we went up to my room with its
casting couch-my bed!

  In the room Ted undressed me slowly,revealing the prize he sought. I was
quicker in stripping him. His well muscled body glowed in the soft lamp
light.The erect uncut cock stood out hard from a trimmed nest of dark pubic
hair. He pulled me into his strong arms,kissing my neck as his hands
caressed the mounds of my ass. I melted into his body. Just maybe he'd be
the "right man" tonight.

 He proved to be a vigorous lover,taking me with the right edge of
roughness,matched with tender foreplay. His pale ass pumped a darker 8"
cock deep into me. The purple pink head was wider than the shaft,causing
only momentary pain when he entered. After prepping me with two fingers,Ted
mounted me like a rodeo rider who knew what he wanted. He held my hips
tight as he pumped repeatedly. Each plunge pressing against my
prostate,bringing me to the edge each time. Being on my back,I looked up
into his half closed eyes.His moans grew in intensity he pumped me
faster.Finally with a loud yell,he was giving up a load of 6 or 7 spurts of
hot cum into my love canal and then with a growl he continued to pump
me.His face was twisted with the intense pleasure of his orgasm. Later,I
took him with equal vigor,giving him my own juices.[ADD SEX] His tight
hole,gripping my cock as I unloaded. Spent, we lay in bed,and cuddled. He
told me of his past lovers,both of them. I told him that I had yet to have
one. He was lucky to have known love.

   Ted left to get some sleep and I slept soundly. At the early hour of 7 I
was awakened by the call from the desk,reminding me that the airport
shuttle would leave at 8. Shortly after another young man brought up coffee
and sweet rolls for my breakfast. I ate,hurried to get ready to leave. My
cute bell boy from earlier arrived to take my bags to the van. He entered
the room,dropped to his knees,unzipped me and took one,last reward from my
willing cock. I flooded his mouth and stomach with a parting load of sweet
man cream. He came at my feet,hands free again. After a quick clean up we
left for the lobby.

  The shuttle left a little after 8 with me and the flight crews aboard. I
was pleasantly surprised to see both Ted and Kurt among them. They sat on
either side of me in the rear most seat. During the 20 minute ride both of
them took the opportunity to feel my goods. I did the same for them,feeling
two hard cocks in their uniform pants.I smiled and thanked them for the
pleasant stay in Iceland. They were off to resume their normal work
schedule with flights to Europe.

  At the airport I checked in and was given the boarding information and
pass for my ongoing flight. At the gate I recognized one of the men from
Erik's party. He smiled politely,took my boarding pass and wished me a
pleasant flight.I smiled but knew that I was sexually exhausted. Another
light meal was served then I fell into a much needed sleep. A few hours
later I was awakened by a flight attendant and told to prepare for landing.

  Deplaning, customs,and baggage pick up took almost an hour at JFK. I
exited the baggage area to find my brother waiting. "Long flight?" he
asked. "Yes, but I had a very nice layover in Iceland to break it up." If
he only knew how pleasurable it had been! I reached into my jacket pocket
and found Erik's contact information,knowing I would use it that very
night.

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Ok guys I hope you enjoyed these 2 adventures. If you want more contact me
at: jaskejr@hotmail. I have had some wonderful times in my travels and will
share them with you. Constructive comments welcomed since I am new to
writing for Nifty.