Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2016 12:55:16 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 36

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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it
is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions
and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins) and
older men.

Comments always welcome at colin4men@gmail.com



COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES

Chapter 36

They had left the Scottish mainland and the huge oil installations in the
North Sea behind, and in the clear weather they could see Ð nothing Ð
just white land, snow and ice. Young Colin and Bill were in a plane on
their way from Scotland to Norway, their very first visit to that
neighbouring country just across the sea, but in many ways far away from
their daily life.

"How can people live here?" Colin had one eye on the landscape beneath
them, the other eye on a dark-haired, well-built steward who had been
buzzing around him like a fly on a lump of sugar.

"He's undressing me with his eyes!" Colin whispered to Bill.

Bill rolled his eyes. "You are really self-centred, baby. Can't you wait
with your hot thoughts until you meet Olav in Lillehammer?" Bill said with
a smile.

"You are looking forward to meeting him again too, aren't you Daddy?" Colin
squeezed his Dad's cock under the newspaper lying on his lap. "And you get
horny thinking about Thor, my professor. You haven't forgotten the hot sex
you had with him when we all met the first time in his flat, have you?"
Colin managed to unzip Bill far enough to get two fingers inside his
trousers, touching the huge cock that was now becoming stiff.

Bill was happy that the two just shared a twin seat so, instead of closing,
he opened his legs a bit more and gave Colin full access for his little
hand which soon found the opening in his underwear.

"I'm not the only horny passenger here." Bill looked at Colin's small but
very visual bulge.

"I've been like a monk all week," Colin retorted. "Kenny was away home, and
Thor left for Bergen earlier this week. Roland came to my bed two nights,
but that's all."

"So you mean, only two nights out of five with heavy sex is living a monk's
life?" Bill had problems with sitting still. Colin had found his cockhead
inside his trousers.

"And you, Daddy? Just packing and planning. Was Chit cold with you this
week?" Colin squeezed his daddy's cock.

"How do youÉ?" Bill started.

"When you write your appointments on the memory board, you have no
secrets." Colin grinned. "And he was hot, wasn't he? Made you fuck him,
eh?"

"Yes son, I did...and he came twice, really hot." Bill was dreaming.

"But why were you so excited when I called you yesterday morning?" Colin
felt pre-cum dripping from his father's cock. Bill blushed. "Another
secret, Daddy?" Colin had always dreamed about sex in an airplane and now
he was nearly there with his own dad.

"Sorry for being so short in the phone, son, but Qi visited me for - as he
called it - a pre-Christmas visit, and he wanted to see our new sling. I
took him to the playroomÉ"

"And you fucked him in all possible positions." Colin looked at a wondering
Bill. "You see Daddy, Bruce called me last night to wish me a happy journey
and he told me that you were no longer living like a monk. And now you are
nearly cumming, Daddy? All above the ice and snow. Hot eh? Colin whispered.

"You have to stop, son. We are in a plane with lots of people around." Bill
looked around but could not see anyone watching. Colin withdrew his hand
and put it in his mouth. Then he rose from the seat and hurried to the
toilet just behind their seats. He passed the steward who had a huge grin
on his face. Colin thought he had probably seen what had happened in the
last few minutes.

The devil inside Colin took the control now. The horny boy went into the
narrow toilet opposite the pantry. He pulled out his stiff cock and, with
the door half open, he started to wank. It was all over in half a
minute. He sent his spunk over the mirror and the washbasin. The steward
just outside suddenly started coughing and Colin locked the door.

"Problems pissing, son?" Bill looked at Colin with a smile. "Or couldn't
you wait for Olav to suck you off?" The colour of Colin's face gave him the
answer. For once Colin found it wise not to give all the details to his
dad.

"Open sea again, Daddy." Colin pointed outside. They had crossed the
mountain plateau, and were flying over the Oslo fiord. "A great view. There
are people living here after all. See the city, almost like a model. You
see the ski jump up on the hillside. It's called Holmenkollen and is quite
famous!" Colin guided his daddy,

"You've done your homework, Colin." Bill was proud of his young son.

"Please fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen. We will be landing in
ten minutes." The Norwegian adventure was about to start for the two who
would celebrate Christmas in strange surroundings up in the mountains.

"Welcome to Oslo Gardermoen airport. The temperature outside is minus 23
degrees, and there is some wind. Take care when you leave the aircraft, as
the steps might be slipperyÉ"

The aircraft had stopped not more than hundred metres from the terminal,
but both Colin and Bill wondered how it could be so cold, when they stepped
out into the cold polar wind in their fleece jackets.

Two escalators took them to the railway station beneath the airport
terminal, and then they went directly to the Intercity train. Thor had
booked them tickets in the 'comfort class' compartment, and they soon
forgot about the cold weather outside. At 200 km per hour, the train headed
north for Hamar and then Lillehammer, the town at the entrance to the
valley of Gudbrandsdalen.

"Look at the building over there." Colin pointed out when they passed a
strange looking hall in the outskirts of Hamar. "You'll never guess the
name, Daddy!"

"Isn't that the `Viking Ship'?" Bill tried to sound indifferent, but was
happy to follow his young son's enthusiasm.

"Yes, it's the famous speed skating rink built like an overturned Viking
ship for the 1994 Winter Olympics. Olav told me to look for it. As a young
skater, he competed in that hall," said Colin.

"So that's where he got his beautiful butt then!" Colin blushed at Bill's
words. The two were not alone! A gentleman on the other side smiled at him,
but Colin thought it best not to get involved with any of the other
passengers. He remembered well when he got his bum soundly spanked after an
incident on a French train.

"Next station is Lillehammer. Exit on the left side." The screen showed
that the temperature outside was -31!

On the platform, waving and jumping, was Olav wearing heavy sports gear and
a huge smile. Behind him stood Thor. Olav rushed forward and embraced his
young friend. "Welcome, brother. It's great to see you," he said and, in
the middle of all the travellers, he kissed Colin without hesitation.

"We crossed the mountain from Bergen yesterday," Thor said. "A lot of snow
but the roads were good. It's very cold here now, but the weather forecast
suggests it will be less cold although with more snow in the afternoon."

"How far away is the cottage?" Colin was sitting in the back seat beside
Olav in the very solid vehicle.

"About three hours in the car to the mountain farm where I was born, and
then we have to use the Snowcat Ð a tracked vehicle - for the last hour
up into the mountain side." Thor was the one to answer.

"Cool!" Colin hugged Olav. "I didn't know we'd get the chance to travel in
a Snowcat!"

"In summer we can use car all the way, but in winter we usually ski the
final part. We thought that was a bit tough for you city guys though." Olav
grinned and used his fist on his friend's shoulder.

"And we are taking plenty of stuff for Christmas," Thor said. "Don't want
you to starve up here you know. I hope you are hungry now because I plan to
stop at a local cafŽ for some lunch. Eat well guys as there is only
porridge tonight. You see, simple food is traditional the day before
Christmas Eve!"

"I'm a bit worried about the cold weather. I don't know if we brought the
appropriate clothing," Bill looked at Thor when they left the E6 road and
headed up the more narrow road heading west.

"Don't worry. We have extra clothing for you at the farm." Thor smiled at
Bill who relaxed.

"It can be very warm in the cottage, so we might be able to stay naked,"
said Olav. He was already in the mood for some fun.

"I'll be the naked Santa Claus," Colin followed.

"Santa Claus lives in Hollywood, where he was created by Walt Disney," Thor
said. "In Norway the only similarity is the red cap worn by our
Santas. They are the `small people' Ð the unseen spirits. There is no
direct translation but I suppose you would call them elves or gnomes in
English. One lives on every farm and takes care of the inhabitants, but you
have to be kind to him or he runs to the neighbour's farm. That means bad
luck."

"Something for my folklore studies." Colin was serious.

"Yes, for sure. Many of the old Christmas rituals come from the days before
Christianity," Thor went on. "Take today, for example, the day before
Christmas Eve. In Old Norse mythology, this is one of the days when evil
ghosts from Asgaard roam over the land. They look for the weak - both
people and animals, for unbaptised children, and for unmarried girls and
take them away."

Colin made a face. "That sounds scary," he said. Then he turned to Olav and
said, "I think we belong to the small ones." He smiled, moved closer and
kissed him deeply. At the same time he squeezed Olav's bulge.

"Yeah, and to the hard ones," Olav said, letting his friend feel what was
growing down there.

All the talking and the stories had made the long journey pass quickly, but
suddenly Thor stopped the car in panic. A huge moose passed in front of
them, but there was no collision. "They come down to the roads when there
is so much snow. Even the deer do," Thor said, watching the animal as it
jumped into the forest.

It started to snow and it was quite dark when they reached the small
farmhouse.

"A cup of coffee and warmer clothes for you, and we have to transfer all
our luggage to the Snowcat. Gunnar will drive us to the cottage." Thor
parked his car in the yard.

"Who's Gunnar?" Colin was curious.

"He's a second cousin who lives here with his uncle. He's a guard in the
National Park but he also helps his uncle at the farm. Great guy! Great
hunter as well!"

"And he has the biggest cock I've seen in my life," Olav whispered to Colin
when they stepped from the car into the dry falling snow.

"You must you played with him since you know that." Colin was as usual very
direct.

"Guess I have." Colin couldn't see Olav blushing in the heavy snow.

Gunnar and his uncle had been waiting for them, and soon everyone was
settled around a cosy table in the big kitchen. Colin's eyes were on the
guy they called Gunnar. He thought he was about 35 and 6ft 6in (almost 2
metres) tall. He was well built, not thin but not bulky either, wild fair
hair, with tanned skin on his face and on his arms, and a pair of blue
smiling eyes.

The man had been dressed for winter sport, but was just in a tight woollen
undershirt and jeans now. He was the one that served at the table. The old
gentleman he called uncle was very silent and looked a bit fragile.

"Wake up, son. What do you want to drink?" Bill tried to give Colin a mug
of hot chocolate.

As if coming from another world he answered, "Thank you!" Both Olav and
Thor laughed, and so did Gunnar. Colin still did not know what was funny,
but he got his hot drink and what the Norwegians called Christmas cake -
slices of a white bread with raisins, served with homemade butter and
"brown cheese."

"Tastes like caramel," Colin said. "More like a sweet dish than cheese. I
do like it."

"You'd make a good Norwegian." Thor grinned.

"Gunnar! I remember your name from the Viking tagging in The Orkneys. A
real Viking name, meaning warrior or hunter, as far as I
remember. Old-Norse or perhaps old-German?" Colin looked at his professor,
then back to a smiling Gunnar.

"Yes, warrior and hunter, so be careful Colin!" Gunnar said.

Bill recognised Colin's searching face. "You are not the only hunter here,"
he thought.

"It could be fun to have a lesson on Viking names but we are in a hurry
now, folks. I want to get to the cottage before the snow gets too heavy
outside. Gunnar has marked the trail with twigs so we should be fine." Thor
was in command. "But you better put on some winter clothing, both inner and
outer. It's cold in the wagon and if something should happen, we might be
stuck in the snow for a while."

Gunnar saw that Bill looked worried. "Don't be afraid, guys. We have good
communications. I've been in the cottage already today warming up both the
main room and the sauna. I assumed you will follow the Norwegian tradition
of taking a bath the night before Christmas Eve." Gunnar was showing his
mountain host skills. "Come with me, boys. We'll go to my room upstairs. I
have a full set of winter gear for you. And uncle, you will find something
for Bill, won't you?"

"I have a set for you, Bill," Thor said, "so just come to this other
chamber."

When they left the table, Colin went up the old man, gave him his hand and
thanked for the meal. Bill smiled. His son was behaving really well. "Give
me a hug," the old man said. "Very nice to have you here." Olav translated
for the man who spoke only Norwegian.


"Just strip down, Colin," Gunnar said when they arrived in the upstairs
room. "We use wool inside instead of cotton; it keeps us warm." He handed
over a full set of everything, including a windproof coat, trousers and ski
boots. I guess you have a full outfit, Olav?"

The boy nodded. "Yes, I have my stuff downstairs. I'll change there," he
said as he left the room.

Colin was almost naked, and suddenly he was shy standing before the Viking
beauty. "This wool is special. It doesn't itch, so you can take your boxers
off too," Gunnar said as he handed him a pair of long underpants.

"Why not?" Colin thought. "I guess you want to see me naked, and that might
only happen this time.  I don't give a damn!" The problem was that the
looks given to him by Gunnar at the table and the situation now had given
Colin a boner. He didn't turn his back to the man, and he didn't remove his
boxers quickly, and he didn't cover his stiff cock. He wanted Gunnar to see
what he stayed here for! Naked, with his cock stiff and shining, he asked
Gunnar to help him with the strange clothes. And Gunnar did. Colin had to
close his eyes. Gunnar was very near both his cock and his buttocks when he
helped him.

"Thank you," Colin said as he gave the man a hug. "I'll keep you warm now,
don't you think?" Colin saw that Gunnar went a bit red. And when Gunnar
rose from his seat, Colin thought that he made some adjustments to his
bulge.

Driving into the snow and heavy wind was a strange adventure for the
lowlanders from Scotland. Colin and Olav were in the front of the Snowcat
beside Gunnar, and Bill and Thor were sitting in the back. A sledge behind
carried all their equipment for the trip, even skies for all of them.

The strong lights from the vehicle fell onto a wall of falling snow. The
sound from the track and the engine made it impossible to talk. It really
was an adventure. From time to time they could see some marks in the snow
from last time the trail was used, but Gunnar mainly followed the twigs in
the snow. They went steeply uphill for the first 20 minutes before moving
onto a plateau in front of them.

"Any of you guys want to drive?" Gunnar looked at the young men beside him,
and shouted through the heavy noise.

"Let Colin try, I've done it before. It's cool, Bro," Olav shouted to
Colin.

A very excited Colin climbed up in front of Gunnar. He virtually sat in his
lap. Colin had some difficulties reaching the pedals, but Gunnar helped
him. Soon he was doing the job well.

Colin was very excited. He was so close to Gunnar that the man's warm
breath tickled his neck and his ears. After a while Colin felt that
something was happening close to his arse. He felt as if he was sitting on
a spear. Gunnar's cock was growing!

"It's not only me that get aroused from this bumping," Colin thought. He
did what he could to press his body against the huge man. Gunnar got the
signal very fast and with one hand on the steering wheel he put the other
hand down in Colin's wide left trouser pocket. As if he had done this
before, he soon found Colin's stiff cock and even through two pairs of
clothing he manipulated his little dick.

The track became really bad now and Colin had to move back to his seat
beside Olav. "Did you cum, Bro?" Olav whispered.

"Close. Very close!" Colin felt Olav's hand going down into the other
pocket. "So be careful. I don't want spunk inside my woollen pants. It's
bad enough with my pre-cum," Colin whispered back.

Gunnar had lost the track. He couldn't see the markings, but he knew the
terrain. Both Bill and Thor were happy when they saw that he knew where he
was. Just minutes later they nearly bumped into the cottage walls. There
was no light and a lot of snow nearly covered the grey building. When the
Snowcat turned they also saw two other buildings in the light from the
vehicle, a smaller building close to the cottage and another bigger one,
probably an old barn.

"Okay, now we can welcome you to this old hill-farm. It's only my second
Christmas visit here," Thor said. "But it was my summer paradise for many
years. And thank you, Gunnar. You did an excellent job getting us through
the heavy snow." Thor put an arm around the huge man's shoulder. "I thought
for a while that we were lost."

"It's not too bad now," Gunnar said. "But the weather forecast suggests a
short-lived storm during the night, followed by nice weather on Christmas
Eve."

It wasn't easy to enter the door. They all had to work to clear some snow
and get it opened, but when they went they found that the stove had warmed
the main room well.

"We have two bed chambers but they will be too cold now. We have to use
this room tonight, until the whole cottage is better heated. We also have
the open bed-loft, useful for sleeping." Thor pointed to a mezzanine floor
near the ceiling.

It was a job to get all the equipment inside but when they were finished
Thor welcomed everyone by serving a hot spicy drink flavoured with real
Norwegian spirit. "My own specialty," Thor said. The hot shot packed a
punch. "Too early to say Merry Christmas," Thor said, "But you are all very
welcome." He raised his glass again.

"But now we have to settle in. No changing necessary. We'll place all our
outer clothing and boots in the washhouse later on.  There's a sort of
outdoor passage you can use over to the washhouse and the sauna. The loo is
there too." Thor was happy to explain the layout.

"Better take a good light with you and look out for wild animals when
you're outside," said Gunnar. He grinned when he saw Colin with an open
mouth.

"Gunnar, I hope you'll stay for the Christmas porridge," Thor ordered more
than asked. "Perhaps you could put some more wood in the hot water stove,
and in the sauna stove while we prepare the food. We need more water inside
as well. And please bring inside the Christmas tree you put in the
washhouse earlier today."

"Maybe the boys can help me?" Gunnar looked at Thor. "You need some more
wood inside the cottage as well?"

"It's okay, we can manage that." After the others left, Thor gave Bill
another hot drink and lifted his glass. "Have you seen the way the boys
have been this last hour? Can you remember ever being as horny as these
boys are now?" Thor looked at Bill.

"Yes, I have been that horny, but I think that the big Viking god made the
two - probably Colin the most - both shiver and create fantasies inside
their heads," Bill answered.

"But no fantasy in your head, my friend?" Thor grinned and pulled Bill's
body very close to his. He hugged him, then kissed him and with his hands
on his friend's hips felt how two boners met inside the loose woollen
underwear.

"You think they willÉ? " Bill looked in direction of the washhouse.

"Not just think. I guess Gunnar have the two on their knees in front of him
already!" Thor answered. "But don't worry Bill. Our time will come, the
hunters always return to the base."

"Gunnar, is he rough when it comes to sex?" Bill asked.

"Not sure what you mean. He is a hard fucker, I believe. I know he has had
a lot of women but have heard other stories as well, not involving women!
As far as I know he's not into bondage or inflicting pain." Thor
smiled. "Worried or wishful thinking, my friend?"

"No, I'm not really worried. It's just that I have to take Colin to London
without damaged skin. He's doing a modelling job only two days after we
return to Scotland." Bill looked at Thor who was still working with the
rice-porridge.

"Cut some of that dry lamb leg, Bill, and some smoked ham as well, and then
slices of those salty western sausages hanging above the stove. We will all
need some saltpetre you know. Good for our potency!" Thor smiled.

"You really need that?" Bill reached over and squeezed Thor's half-hard
cock inside his trousers.

"Guess we need some supplies if we have to compete with the hunk out
there," Thor tried to look serious.


"You want to see my cock, guys?" Gunnar was straightforward when the three
entered the dark washhouse. It felt comfortable, even though the only light
was from the flames in the stove.

"I want to see all of your body, Gunnar, if you will allow me? You asked me
to see all of mine earlier, didn't you?" Colin responded without thinking
too clearly.

"No problem. You two can undress me, can't you?" Gunnar looked at Olav this
time. The boy had been very calm since their arrival. For a while Colin had
wondered if his friend was jealous, but now he understood that Olav was as
aroused as himself.

"When did you suck me last, Olav? Last summer, wasn't it? We were skinny
dipping in the sunshine for two weeks," said Gunnar.

Olav had taken off his boots and socks, and had a good fire going both for
the hot water tub and for the sauna. "I think I sucked you twice a day,
every day." Olav was speaking freely now.

"But you never allowed me to fuck you," Gunnar said. "You were happy for my
tongue inside your little hole though. Still a virgin, cousin?"

"I took his cherry," Colin said, "but my little prick doesn't really count,
does it? Then my daddy opened him all the way."

"And his cock is nearly as thick as yours, but not as long. Never seen
anything like your cock," Olav went on.

The dirty talk made Gunnar tent, and his eyes were shining. "You are lucky
guys, fucking each other as much as you want." Gunnar had taken off his
outer clothing.

"Once in Scotland, and once in Bergen, eh? As much as we want! Just wait
for summer, I will fuck my new brother day and night," Olav worked with
Gunnar's belt.

"You still fucking women?" Olav asked again while stripping off Gunnar's
shirt and undershirt. "I fuck any hole," Gunnar grinned. "The last group I
guided this summer had three couples and I fucked them all during the
week. But I fucked the guys for fun, the crazy women paid me for it. One
lady wanted to see me fuck her husband. That was really hot." Gunnar was
shirtless now.

Colin went close up to Gunnar, sniffed his light body hair and played with
Gunnar's nipples - very large dark brown coronas and pink puffy nubs. "Your
tits are hot as hell," Colin said. "Like a girl's, but hard like a
bodybuilder's."

"Bite them if you want to. I love it." Gunnar pulled Colin's head hard
against his body. Olav had stripped Gunnar's pants and the guy was now just
in his baggy wool boxers.

Colin used his teeth on the nipples. "Harder boy, much harder. Bite me as
if you want to bite them off. I love the pain," Gunnar cried.

The boys went down on their knees and together they pulled down his last
item of clothing. Colin groaned when the cock became visible. Colin had to
admit it was huge, and it was fully erect, not hanging but straight
up. Heavy balls too, all shaven, while the cock hair was just a bit darker
than his body hair.

"How big is it?" Colin had to ask.

"I haven't measured it but my uncle often does when he washes me. He says
it's still growing - 12 inches (30.5 cm) last time he checked. Too big for
most girls." He gave his cock some heavy wanks, and pulled his foreskin all
the way back.

"You want to fuck me? You nearly did in the Snowcat?" Colin grinned.

"And you nearly made me cum, little man. You know how to get what you want,
eh?" Colin had started to wank the man's huge shaft.

"Will you take one basket with cut wood into the cottage Olav, or they will
start asking for us. Hurry back, okay? I want you both to suck me." Gunnar
gave orders, he did not ask.

"What's going on out there?" Bill asked when Olav came inside.

"They are working on the fires and the water, sir." Olav was uncertain what
to say. "But Colin is now working on the heaviest wood he has ever seen!"
Olav added on his way out.

"Food in 20 minutes!" He heard from Thor when he locked the door against
the heavy wind and snow.

In the bathhouse Colin had started with his tongue and lips on the huge
cock. "His cockhead isn't bigger than Kasim's," Colin thought. "Guess I can
take him even if he's 2 inches (5 cm) longer. But how to get him stay
overnight?"

Olav and Colin changed roles. They had just pulled down their trousers, so
they could play with their own small stiffies. Gunnar was making noises,
indicating he was really enjoying the service from the two teenagers. He
tried to throat fuck Olav, then Colin, but neither of them were able gave
him full access.

"You are too big," Olav said. "Cool down, just fuck my mouth."

Colin alternated between giving a hand-job and deep sucking. But Colin
wanted to see what Gunnar really liked. So he started to bite his ballsack,
very carefully though, but he knew Gunnar would feel his teeth. Then he did
the same with the huge man's cockhead. He held the huge tool with two
fingers, then placed his teeth just behind the man's glans. Just a tiny
bite, but Gunnar screamed.

"You are crazy, boy. You'll make me cum if you go on!" Gunnar
shouted. "Damn, I have to cum. Don«t let me spunk over your
clothes. Give me the water ladle," Gunnar pointed to the sink.

Just a few hard wanks from Gunnar and he started to send his spunk into the
ladle, and it was a huge load accompanied by a huge roar that competed with
the storm outside. The storm had arrived already. After Gunnar had fired
his last spurt, Colin moved forward and started to clean the man with his
tongue. Suddenly the cockhead was very tender, and Colin's tongue was
enough to make the huge Viking shiver.

"Eat my cream," Gunnar gave Olav the ladle, "and then give me yours." The
naked man went down on his knees on the stone floor. Both the boys used
their tongues and cleaned the ladle of every warm white drop.

"Give me your baby cocks, boys. I'll love to empty you," Gunnar used his
arms and pulled the two friends tight. He sucked and licked both of
them. No need for hands, the boys' erections were like small bones.

Colin gave Olav his lips and his tongue, and the heavy kiss was returned
deep and fervently.

"I'm cumming Gunnar. Eat me, drink my spunk," Colin moaned as sent his load
into Gunnar's mouth.

The man had no problem taking volley after volley. "Fuck, that was hot,
sweet spunk, Colin." He placed two fingers on Olav's cock and pulled it
towards his lips. "Mouth-fuck me, Olav. You have done that many times
before!" Olav did, and he did it well. It wasn't long before he was cumming
like a geyser into Gunnar's mouth.

To Colin's surprise he did not withdraw. "I have to piss, Gunnar. Can you
take it?" Gunnar, with Olav's cock in mouth, just nodded. Olav, half hard,
managed to give Gunnar his yellow load, without spilling a drop.

"Can you take mine as well?" Colin asked. He was holding his half erect
dick in one hand.

"Yeah, but careful. I don't want to wash my whole body before the meal,"
Gunnar replied before opened his mouth for Colin. Colin had done this
before and pissed in short bursts into the waiting mouth.

"That was the first Christmas meal," Gunnar said. "You surely belong to the
elves around here. Your Daddies are in for a hot Christmas, I think."

"You take a bucket of water, Colin and Olav, you take another basket of
wood," Gunnar ordered. "I'll get dressed and come with the Christmas
tree. Be careful in the storm. The evil forces from `Aasgaard' are out
tonight for sure."


"Anything left for me?" Bill whispered to his son, and put on a pout.

"Just a tiny bit of foreplay," Colin whispered back. "I've plenty left for
you!"

Everyone felt it was very special to gather around the old farm table that
evening. Thor had adorned the table with twigs of juniper and red
candles. A huge wooden bowl in the middle contained different sorts of cold
meat, together with hard bread and homemade butter.

Bill looked at his 'son' who sat with shining eyes. It made him very
emotional, and he had to grab his hand and squeeze it. Colin returned the
touch with a warm smile.

Thor served the rice porridge. "You eat it with sugar, cinnamon and
butter," he explained. "We just drink red juice from wild berries with
it. No beer with the porridge. You can eat some meat with the porridge, or
save it as a second course. In older days this was the main dish on
Christmas Eve. Rice was the most expensive grain. The everyday porridge was
made of oats or barley, but for Christmas it was always rice if possible. I
guess half of Norway will be eating a meal like this tonight. Please help
yourself!" Thor was a good host.

"Olav told me something about a porridge gift." Colin looked at Thor.

"That's correct," Thor answered. "One of you might have a hidden almond in
your porridge. Normally the gift would have been a marzipan `pig', but
since there are no kids here tonight, I have a secret gift. We'll see when
we come from the sauna later tonight."

The storm outside was heavy now. The old house creaked. "I will not send
you out in the storm tonight, Gunnar," Thor said. " You have to take your
Christmas bath here with us and go home when the weather is better,
probably tomorrow. You can sleep in the upper bed, can't you?"

"I'll just call my uncle then. I think he will be waiting with hot water
for a bath too, and a glass or three beside that. But he'll manage on his
own." Gunnar seemed relaxed and looked at both Colin and Olav. Bill looked
at Thor and gave him a small wink.


To be continued