From: mcamden@aol.com (MCAMDEN)
Subject: From my archives....Luck of the Finns
Date: 30 Dec 1996 03:39:22 GMT

Finland. It was my luck. While the rest of my mates had been chosen to
travel south for the week to Spain or Greece or Israel or even Africa, my
luck was Finland. Dark. Cold. Mysterious. Almost asleep for the winter. 

As I headed out for my week long student ambassador trip to Rovienemi,
Finland, my heart wasn t exactly filled with joy. But what happened to me
that week was something that that lit a fire that still burns bright from
the memories in  my brain to the warmth of my long hot dick.

I was seventeen at the time, and had been chosen from my secondary school
to be a part of a student exchange program. For one week, families would
change their sons for another. When I signed up for the program, I dreamed
of warm sunny days in Southern Europe, wearing nothing but my Speedos on
bright sand beaches. I would return to my native Holland with a deep tan,
and my curly blonde hair would shine bright in the Dutch gray winter.
Instead, I was heading to the Roviemi - known for its location on the
Arctic Circle. It is known for Laplanders and reindeer and dark and quiet
people that come to life only in the summer. My only hope was a tradition
known year round in that country - the tradition of the sauna.

I was promptly met at the train station by my family - and soon found
myself hurried out of the dark night and into a warm home. There may have
been dark outside, but inside, the light woods of the house combined with
a fire made a festive atmosphere.

When my family took off their coats, I realized I was staying with some
terrific people. My guest family  mother was beautiful. The father was
tall, dark with deep blue eyes. His ship building career had made him
strong and intense. He had fathered three equally stunning boys - Oli was
the oldest, but was now in my home with my family as part of the exchange.
Jaci was the youngest and immediately adopted me as his older brother. And
then there was Pekka. Really, it is a Finnish  name! When he walked into
the room for the first time, my mouth dropped open. In front of me stood a
god - tall and dark wavy hair. His jaw was square and his eyes piercing. 

We were home no longer than five minutes, and Pekka walked into the room
and said  Let s do Sauna.  It was normally he tradition of the entire
family to go nakedly into the house sauna. But since I was the guest, the
family mother suggested we do the traditional guest arrival sauna while
she fixed the evening meal. Little Jaci grabbed my hand, and off we were
to the basement to bond as men.

I had never been to a traditional Finnish sauna, and so I was quite
surprised as all of the men entered into a room and stripped off their
clothes. My knees literally buckled as Pekka pulled down his shorts
without shame and there, hanging in front of me, was a beautiful cock. I
knew I was in trouble, as I tried to think what I could do to hide my
excitement. 

Little Jaci just starred at me - telling me something in Finnish that I
knew quickly meant to take my clothes off as he grabbed at my briefs and
pulled them down. I guess we were going to do this - ready or not.

Jaci, Pekka, the father and I entered into the hot dimly lit room. I
followed Pekka white butt in front of me, and took a spot in the corner.
The instant head definitely distracted me for the moment. After doing the
first round of sweating, we went outside for the first break - which
included cold bottle of Lapin Kaulta Beir. Here we were, four men,
standing around in our glory, drinking beer. For me, my eyes kept finding
their way to Pekka s crotch - and I could tell he was a bit amazed at the
blonde fuzz that ran from my navel to my low hanging balls. After a moment
of silence, he looked at me and said  Are you ready to be whipped?  I must
have spit my beir across the room in surprise. Pekka explained that the
best way to stimulate the pores was to be whipped with birch leaves. He
picked up several of the small branches and began whipping his body. I
just stood their watching this stud whip himself. Then he told me to turn
around. He lightly at first, began whipping the branch across my body,
half whipping and half rubbing the leaves into my back. Then he moved
lower, and started whipping at my butt. I was glad when my host father and
Jaci went back inside the sauna, because as he whipped and almost
tickeled, my dick did a hand spring - and I couldn t control it. I heard
him say to hold still as he walked up right behind me. I moaned as he
pressed his naked body to mine from behind. His long dick had become hard,
and as he reached around me with his hands and the birch leaves, I jumped
as I felt his dick begin to nestle between the muscles of my butt. He as
he sort of pulsed behind me, the birch leaves explored the front of my
body, tickling and massaging my strutting cock.

I felt him bite the back of my neck as he wiggled his dick up and down in
the folds of my ass. My body tensed as I felt him tickle the right places
with the leaves. I moaned as I felt him suddenly stop and announce it was
time for the sausages.

As we were heading into the sauna, thankfully the guest father and little
brother were leaving, saying they were through and would see us at the
meal.  Still having hardly said a word, Pekka stoked the sauna fire and
then told me we would be doing the traditional sauna baptism. He just
smiled. And then threw the fat German sausages onto the fire. The air was
instantly filled with the smell of grilling meats. Pekka grabbed the
bucket and brush, and told me to stand up. He started from my feet, and
started scrubbing upwards. When he got near my cock, he stopped and handed
me the brush and told me to do the same.

I started at his feet, but instead of keeping my eyes on his toes, I
stared at his cock that pointed at me. I slowly moved up his thighs and
like the raising of a flag, his cock became hard and long. I couldn t take
it anymore, and opened my mouth and sucked in his hard dick. He smiled
every so lightly and slowly thrust it into my mouth. As I licked up and
down the thick staff, I moved my hands around his waist and massaged his
butt. He just started moaning, as I worked first a finger and then two
into his tight white ass. He suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth, and
grabbed one of the sausages. He turned around, and in one slow turn,
stuffed the entire ten inch sausage up his butt. My mouth was watering to
taste - but I wasn t sure I knew which part I wanted most. He told me the
tradition was that I was supposed to see if I could eat the sausage
without using my hands and without letting any piece fall to the ground. 
I moved my tongue to the dark hole that now showed only a small piece of
the sausage. I slowly moved my mouth into his ass, and nibbled on the
sausage as it slowly was pushed back my way. At times, I would push the
sausage back in - and then nibble on his butt. Pekka moaned at this. Pekka
couldn t take it anymore and begged me in his few brief Finnish words to
 Eat it and fuck me.  I gobbled down the last bites, and couldn t wait to
share my sausage. The sausage and my nibbling, in addition to the heat had
made his ass crack dripping - and I pushed the head of my dick up his ass
in one swooping move. I reached around this hunk of a guy and held on for
dear life as I pounded my dick into his ass. He was sweating from the
heat, and I my hand just roamed his body at random. Each time I pushed in,
I heard him groan and grunt. And he just kept saying, FUCK ME, FUCK ME.
And I did. And that night, as I sat there in the sauna, and in one last
explosion I pumped my seed into his ass, I realized that Finland for a
week might not be so bad after all. And I knew what fun a Pekka might be.

And that was the truth - for it was only a beginning. Wait until I tell
you how he introduced me to reindeer milk.