Northern Exposure

“What are doing three weeks from now? If you’re free between the 11th and 15th, why don’t you come to Slovakia to see us? Linne and Irv are coming, and then Alette said she has some free time too… So I thought, why not get the whole gang together? Just heard from Ray and Havel, and they will be here too… How about it JP, you in?”

The last sentence I read twice. Ray and Havel will be there too. It’s like a tiny electric shock waking me from the blue-ish white glare of my laptop. A ping that hits my face, enters my nostrils and travels down the neck and spine, before curving sharply inward and grazing my happy gland before squeezing through the long narrow and slowly exiting the tip of my cock as a warm, sticky bit of lust.

Last time I saw those two, I visited them at their cabin on the coast for a few days and ended up fucking both of them without the other’s knowledge. It made for hot sex, but also made me feel a little slimy for doing so… But it was totally worth it!

* * * * * * * * *

Ray I’ve known since childhood. Our dads were good friends so we saw each other regularly as children at gatherings. We ended up in the same friendship group in High School, and also came out to each other around the same time. We also started cumming hot jizz all over each other not long after. It’s just a law of physics: All that teenage lust and not much choice.

We had our ups and downs over the next decade or so, and at some point he met a dorky-but-hot Slovakian guy named Havel on his travels, that made me insanely joules and insecure, and that he eventually married to add insult to injury. Not that wedlock really stopped us getting up to our old tricks whenever we met up after that. But Havel was strictly off limits, that much was clear. And that made me want him even more. 

Havel was of regular built, wore glasses and had a donkey-like laugh, but is extremely charming with ice blue eyes and a strong jaw. Add to that a dangling, donkey-like dick and he became pretty much a picture of irresistibility. 

* * * * * * * * * 

After considering Ginger’s email about a possible reunion, I start second guessing going. I’m finally in a good place and have a (relatively) new boyfriend who I care for deeply, and I don’t want to fuck it all up and travel 5 years back in time for a hot minute or two. 

Egged on by said boyfriend (“Go on, it will do you good seeing old friends” and “you haven’t seen the lesbians in ages…”), I decide to make the journey to the Slovakian countryside, behave as best I can and try and be a good boy.

* * * * * * * * *

Grey, overcast skies greet me as I get off the train and exit a small station in what feels like the middle of nowhere. I stand in the street, backpack over one shoulder scanning my surroundings. A couple of locals glare in my direction, a taxi-man shouts something at me in a language I don’t understand while tinny folk-music plays somewhere in the background. 

A loud “Beep! Beep!” jerks me back to the present as a car pulls up and two familiar and friendly faces reveal themselves through the windows. One I’ve known since childhood, and the other has blue eyes and a strong jaw.

“Hey, hey hey! Welcome to Slovakia!” 

“Hey boys” I smile.

Ray gets out of the car first. “Hey you” he smiles, his arm going around my neck before planting a smacker on my cheek. “Good journey?”

“Yeah, not bad - just long…”

“Hey JP…”

“Hey Havel” I mutter as i try not to make eye contact. His stubble brushes tantalisingly against mine as he leans in and kisses my other cheek. It’s definitely an electric deja-vu. The last time he leaned in this close to me, he whispered into my ear just before I got in the car and drove away from their cabin on the coast: “I can’t wait to FUCK you again, your hole fit me like a glove…”

I feel myself getting warm and possibly looking flustered, but I compose myself with a slightly forced smile and gesture for us to get going.

In the car I am rapidly updated on the gossip and coming’n’goings of the last couple of days. I learn that Alette is pregnant with a baby daddy that isn’t ideal (“oh dear…”), That Havel and Ginger’s girlfriend actually grew up in the same region of Slovakia (“interesting…”) and that Linne and Irv missed their flight and will only be joining us tomorrow. If they don’t miss that one as well (“typical…”).

* * * * * * * * *

After arriving at the cottage - more like a massive house - and saying hello to everyone, I head upstairs to unpack my things. My room is on the 1st floor and has a tiny balcony looking out towards the mountains. It’s gorgeous. Next to my room is a large bathroom that is more spacious than my first rented flat in London. There is a freestanding tub right in the middle, with twin basins and mirrors on the one wall and 27 feet to the other side a glass enclosed shower with the toilet next to it. Fancy. On the other side is Ray and Havel’s room, and next to theirs Alette’s. I’m happy I’m on the far end.

It’s already dark as I head down to join the others. Drinks flow freely as we catch up on new times and reminisce about old times. 

After dinner I end up sitting between Ginger and Havel. Ginger is engrossed in a pre-natal conversation with Alette, while Havel is recounting a story about the time they drove drunk along the old beach road in ankle-deep loose sand with their busted old sedan. He couldn’t remember who we were having lunch with before things got hazy.

“It was with Ray’s cousin Monique and her hot boyfriend Dan at Lazy Lobster…”

“Oh yeah..! You remember everything!” laughs Havel.

“I’m like an elephant…” I sigh. “I never forget” I add, with a wink.

Havel leans in. “You are definitely like an elephant. Your trunk is well hung…” The last words are slowly said, almost whispered, as he makes eye contact with me, grinning lasciviously.

I feel a slight, but immediate arousal. My nipples harden and my heart rate notches up a few gears as we maintain intense eye contact. “Takes one to know one Mr…” I whisper back.

“What you guys talking about?” interrupts Ginger.

“Oh, um… Havel is just telling me about the time they went on safari…”

“Ah, amazing. I’ve always wanted to see elephants in the wild…” she swoons.

My phone pings. Message from Jason. “Hey hun, hope you had a safe journey and having a good time. Say hello to the gang from me. Miss you. Kiss, J.” I take this as my cue to head elsewhere. I remind myself: Behave as best you can and try and be a good boy.

* * * * * * * * *

The next morning I wake up early and see the sun just skimming the mountain peaks. I lie looking at the serene scene for a while, but I’m horny as hell. My cock is rock hard. As I lift the duvet to inspect my pride and joy, I see it twitching in time to my heartbeat, pleading for stimulation. “Jesus Christ…” I whisper to myself, as I remind myself it’s only the start of day two. 

A crow suddenly squawks outside, and I hear it walking and jumping across the roof. Eventually it bobs into view, landing on the balcony railing. “Sqwuaaaark!” it says. “Squark, squark.” 

“Indeed…” I think. I get up, and carefully open the door. The corridor is quiet and dark. The only light comes in from the bathroom door that is still open. Might as well take advantage of the free bathroom as I’m up anyway, have a shower and get ready before the others come back to life.

After having a pee, I catch my reflection in the mirror as I head towards the shower. “Not bad for 35…” I think. I keep in shape, and thankfully I’ve stopped shaving and waxing for a good couple of years now. I like my more natural self. Hairy chest, hairy stomach, pubic hair, but shaven balls. My boyfriend loves sucking on my plump plums, so... My butt is still solid, and the hairy legs make me look more tanned than I actually am. 

I get into the shower. Hot water runs down my back as I recall the night before. Havel’s naughty eyes. My elephant cock. His donkey dick. Hmmm… 

Before I know it, I’m hard again. I run my hand slowly across my chest, gently squeezing my pecs, before sliding both down my wet torso, and in between my groin and inner thighs. My cock salutes with a veiny throb. I enclose my right hand around my meat, the other hand clamping down behind my low hangers, my thumb squeezing tightly into the brush just above my cock.

I let out a low moan. “Urgh, Havel…”

“Ker-click”, the door opens. “Sorry JP, gotta pee quick! Don’t mind me…” 

“Err, ok…” I mutter as I turn my back towards a shirtless Havel as nonchalantly as I possibly can.

I hear him piss. It is loud and bubbly. I can practically hear the foam forming on the surface. My cock gets harder still. 

Eventually I hear the last outflow, and a couple of final gushes. I wait but hear nothing else. Tentatively I look over my shoulder. He is still standing over the bowl, looking down. My eyes follow. His sturdy cock is semi hard and getting firmer as he loosely grips it, then slowly jack it back and forth with his fingers.

I can’t help but stare. He looks up at me, smiling. “Yeah, me too…” he half laughs, half whispers. “Mind if I join in?” he asks.

Turning to face him, I now also slowly jerk my meat again, affirmation in a physical sense, agreement tightly in hand, so-to-speak.

I stand closer to the glass, water still splashing down my back, looking into his eyes, seeing his lust. I see his chest expand and retract, his pulse also quickening. He mirrors my movements, also closing in, his boxer shorts stretched around his ankles. His meaty cock curves slightly upwards, his foreskin rolling back to reveal a pumped magenta head that needs immediate tasting.

We face each other, mere centimetres apart but separated by a panel of clear glass. As I start jerking harder, so does he. The tips of our swollen cocks are almost bumping the glass as we rub in furious unison. My mouth slowly falls agape as my eyes move up and down between his eyes and his drooling donkey dick. His eyes does the same, admiring my swollen, dripping wet cock pointing directly at him. He smears a bit of his pre-cum onto the glass and moves it around with his helmet head, foreskin dragging slightly on the glass. I follow suite from the other side. 

We are rubbing and bumping our moist meats against the panel, little saliva-like strings form between the glass as we pull away and thrust forward again. 

This visual immediately triggers the memory of the last time I tasted his delicious dong: him pushing my head down, forcing me to swallow him completely; my nose buried in his musky pubes; a string of spit pulled out of my mouth as I gasped for air. 

My mind’s eye almost pushes me over the edge as I watch him making similar viscous threads and hearing the familiar squelchy-slap of a pre-cummy cock hitting a hard surface.

We are fogging up the panel in front of our faces as we breathe heavily, racing towards the inevitable hot, sticky end. Pushing ourselves up against the glass, our cocks are squashed tightly together but not actually touching. We shoot within seconds of each other, streams of creamy cum splattering everywhere, sliding down in thick globules on either side of the glass, one spurt after another. 

Panting we stand facing each other, the last jizz oozing out slowly against the glass. Half smiling he steps back and squeezes out the last bit of juice from his meat onto his fingers, then looking at the steamy mess.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up…” I say. 

He nods sheepishly “Right… Ok. Thanks…”

I nod back, as he pulls up his boxers, wipes his cock and hands clean, then flushes the toilet. 

“See you at breakfast I guess” he laughs.

“Sure…” I answer, hot water still pounding my back, my dick still flushed bright red but now drooping between my legs.

* * * * * * * * *

After enduring a secretly awkward breakfast for me (don’t make eye-contact, they all know what just happened, they must have heard us, etc) while fielding questions about life with my newly-moved in boyfriend Jason, we go shopping for food in the nearest village before Linne and Irv arrive.

The day turns out to be pretty uneventful, everyone just chilling out and leisurely socialising. Boardgames are played, puzzles are built and later on we are treated to a great dinner prepared by Sarka with loads of authentic and yummy Slovakian dishes. My favourite of course being the unhealthiest of the lot: vyprážaný syr, a type of fried cheese eaten with a relish-like sauce and washed down with beer. Yum.

With alcohol flowing, a lot of thing come out in conversation and we learn that Alette’s boyfriend, and now baby daddy, is actually still married and already has four other children elsewhere (oh dear…). We also hear of Linne's new dream job turning out to be boring as hell (interesting…) and that Ginger’s father cheated on her mother yet again (typical…)

By the time I end up sitting alone outside with Ray sharing a joint, the last thing I want to talk about is his bigoted mother who still can’t accept Havel as his husband, and still considers all of this “just a phase” for her 36 year old son (bloody hell, time for bed…”)

* * * * * * * * 

The next morning someone suggest going for a hike. Damn sporty lesbians. I decline the offer, still feeling a little rough from the night before, saying I might just chill here and read a book. Or something. 

I end up having a much needed nap, and afterwards prepare myself a nice mug of coffee with a little splash in it. As I sip my brew, I look out over the surrounding countryside through the kitchen window.

It is like a patchwork blanket of greens, the surrounding fields edged by pinkish flowers and sparsely dotted with the odd cottage or tree, the majestic mountains in the distance, the sun sporadically making an appearance every other minute. The effect is both calming and hypnotic.

“Feeling better?” I suddenly hear behind me. 

“Jesus Christ Havel, you’ll make me choke!” I cough, almost spurting out my coffee onto the glass.  

“Hie-hie ha, sorry…” he laughs, “didn’t mean to make you choke”, he says, before adding “Unless you want me to…”

“Funny man, huh?” I joke.

“Well, I try” he winks.

“I thought you went with the others?” 

“I did. Well, I ALMOST did… Just as we drove off, I got a call from my producer, and there is something wrong with the rendering conversion and the sound channel… The syncing… “

I look at him with a slightly tilted head, the way a dog might listen to sounds coming from a radio.

“Basically, there was a problem so I had to come back, check everything, re-do the upload and send it again. You must have already fallen asleep by the time I came back.”

“Oh, right. Is everything ok now?” I ask.

“Yeah, yeah. Eric is just a bit paranoid. Don’t understand why it couldn’t wait until tonight, but anyway. All done now” he smiles. “Say, fancy a quick walk while it’s still nice outside?”

* * * * * * * * *

Walking down a two track road away from the house, we chat about everything and nothing. The area surrounding the house is relatively even, but we eventually find ourselves heading ever so slightly uphill towards a raised area that seems uncultivated, with a big tree and lots of high growing pink flowers surrounding it.

“Oh, it’s pretty here” he remarks as we get closer and admire the scene.

“Sure is" I agree. "I saw these flowers from the house and couldn’t quite make out what they were…”

“Chamaenerion angustifolium” he answers. “You might know it as Tall Fireweed. It is quite common in this area.”

“They’re beautiful…” I reply.

“A tea can also be made with the dried leaves… but it tastes like shit” he says matter-of-factly.

We look at each other and laugh. 

“They also acts as food plant to Deilephila elpenor” he says proudly.

I forget sometimes what a complete nature nerd Havel is. It is both dorkish and somehow very sexy. “Who she?” I ask mockingly. 

“Oh, it’s a beautiful green and pink moth. Common name is The Large Elephant Hawk-Moth, if I’m not mistaken” he answers. “And talking of large elephantine things…” he whispers, his hand reaching for my crotch and his fingers playfully frisking my cock through my sweatpants.

“Havel, wait” I protest.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“It’s just that… Well, there’s Jason now, you know, and… I don’t really wanna be…” I stammer, although I am painfully aware that my cock is getting hard at an alarming rate despite the words leaving my mouth.

“I see” Havel replies, staring at the growing bulge in my sweats.

“I want to, I really do. Just thinking of your thick dick makes me incredibly horny…” I continue.

“I see that too” he smiles, gesturing downwards with his eyes. “Well, imagining that elephant cock of yours makes me wet too...” he replies. “Look” he says, pulling down his shorts and flopping out that mouth-watering sausage, that’s currently half-pumped and glisteningly wet with pre-cum collecting in his foreskin that is, ever so slightly but tantalisingly, starting to retract.

“Oh my god...” I groan, my mouth salivating. “I’m trying to behave as best I can and be a good boy!”

He leans into me. “Tell you what,” he whispers close to my ear, but not touching, “why don’t you instruct me exactly what you want me to do to myself, and I do the same to you. No touching. Just us performing the other person’s actions. Would that be allowed..?”

“I don’t see why not…” I reply, my heart pounding in my chest, my now also oozing dick testing the front seam of my trackies.

“Hie-hie, I thought so” he smiles, and pulls his balls up and out, letting them dangle over the waistband of his boxers. 

“Right here?” I ask, looking worryingly around.

“We’ll just sit on our knees... The grass is high enough that you won’t be able to see from over there…” he says, gesturing to the house.

I drop trouser and simultaneously we both kneel down, directly facing each other, our knees mere centimetres apart. 

“You start” he says, his blue eyes dilated with lust.

“Ok…” I reply, licking my lips, my hand firmly gripping my engorged shaft. “I want you to taste your pre-cum and describe it to me…”

Without missing a beat, he squeezes out a shiny viscous drop from his fat head and scoops it up with his finger. He sucks on his finger, his eyes closed, savouring the taste. 

Automatically I start moving my hand slowly back and forth, my index finger getting lubricated in my own juices.

He opens his eyes, locking his gaze with me. “It feels like the membrane around grape seeds; squishy and soft… sticky and slightly sweet… it coats my tongue as I move it around. It feels and tastes different to my spit…”

I let out a soft moan, as his eyes lower and fix onto my moist meat.

“Now taste yours... And smear some onto your upper lip too. I want to see it in your stubble, as if I dragged my wet cock across your face…”

I do as I’m told, first dabbing a stringy blob onto my stubble, then sucking on a coated finger. He watches me intensely, rhythmically but slowly rub-squeezing that impressive donkey dick, breathing hard.

“Slightly salty… soft jelly-like feel…sweet ending...” I say with a slur, feeling drunk on all the pheromones and lust.

We both continue stroking in unison for a few seconds not saying anything, focused on our hypnotic hand movements.

“Slap your cock” I order Havel. “I want to hear how heavy and hard you are…”

He raises up his left hand and with his right pressing down close to the base, flicks his mighty phallus repeatedly into his palm. It makes a wet, thwacking sound, sticky pre-cum strings forming between the two. He looks me intensely in the eye as he keeps slapping, horny smile on his face, knowing how badly I want it. 

“Take off your top” he demands. “I want to see that hot muscle body…”

Crossing my forearms, I grab hold of my sweater’s hem, slowly pulling it upwards, revealing my hairy torso, and taking the time to tighten my abs. I hear him softly moan. My rock hard cock bounces up and down as I pull it over my head, and I see him lustfully lick his lips as I drop my arms again and he watches my pecs filling out again.

“Smear pre-cum around your nipple and imagine me licking it...” I do as I’m told, scooping up a fat drop and circling it around my right nipple, watching it harden and become erect, his tongue circling his lips as I do.

“Pinch it” he instructs. I clamp down and pull, wet hairs standing erect. I let out a loud sigh, as he now eagerly pumps that fully engorged, oozing prick of his. I follow suit, pumping in unison. “I love it when you suck and softly bite them…” I whisper. "Your mouth and spit feels so warm…”

“Fuck yeah” he replies quietly, feverishly jerking his donkey dick.

“I wanna suck on your balls” I say. “Spit on y…” and before I could finish my demand, he was already doing it. Wetly massaging his plums with his left hand, squeezing them, then gently pulling on them, forming an “o” with his index finger and thumb, and letting them slip through with a soft “plop”. “Oh yeah, suck ‘em good, smell my musk…” he replies while playing a game of slippery handball.

By now, I’m also furiously flicking my foreskin over my swollen magenta head, wet smacking sounds filling the silence between us.

“I want to rim you” he says. “I want to eat your hole, smell it…”

As I prepare a mixture of pre-cum and spit on my middle finger, my left hand starts pulling at my butt cheek, opening up a path. As soon as my slippery finger starts tracing the perimeter of my back door, Havel instinctively makes a fist and starts licking the folds of skin where his index finger is rolled together. 

“Oh my god, you taste so good JP…” he slurs, his tongue probing ever deeper in between his fingers. 

“Arghhhh… Your tongue feels so amazing“ I reply, playing with my dripping hole. Still on my knees, I turn around, my back facing him and lean forward onto one hand, arching my back to give him a clear view. “Push your tongue in deeper Havel, eat it…” I close my eyes and continue exploring my rim.

“Argh yeah…” he grunts, his fist almost disappearing into his mouth as my finger slips wetly inside.

Squelchy sounds fill the air as I finger and he jacks, and all I can smell is sex, sex and sex.

“I’m really sorry Jason…” I softly whisper.

“What..?” 

“Fuck me Havel.”

"Err, what..?”

"I changed my mind. Fuck me. NOW. I want your donkey dick exploding inside me!”

"Urgh-huh", he grunts and edges closer, lining himself up with my twitching pucker. I let out a loud sigh as I feel his warm meat make contact and he smears his secretions up and down my crack.

“Oh fuck…” I moan.

“Ready?” he asks.

Without replying, I start pushing back, feeling the tip of his plump helmet head slowly prying me open. I hear him spit and feel the warm, stickiness flowing around our physical connection, as he starts pushing in.

“Argh, yeah… Urgh…” I grunt as he slowly manoeuvres himself inside, stretching me to the edge of ecstasy. His cock is fiery-hot inside my ass. It’s all I can focus on.

Once steady, his left arm pulls my body back up towards him and he hugs me tightly until we are completely stuck together, then he starts humping into me.

It feels like my cock is going to explode, it is so hard, rapidly twitching in time to my racing heart beat, as he hammers his hips into me from behind, my gaping hole swallowing every bit of his fat hydraulic 8incher.

Drops of pre-cum flow freely from my bouncing cock, droplets lowering into the grass on thin silk-like threads as we grunt and moan, his moist balls loudly slapping against my sweaty thighs.

As soon as I manage to wrap my fingers around my engorged, throbbing shaft I know it’s game over. “I’m gonna come Havel…” I grunt.

“Me… too…” he stammers.

As I feel the familiar burning of pleasure, I clamp both hands, one behind the other, on my tingling meat and push back into him as far as I can, as he grips my hairy torso tightly. One hand grabbing my abs, the other squeezing a rapidly flexing pec. All the while I feel his pounding heartbeat on my back. It's hot as fuck.

“Come inside me Havel, fill me up with your hot jizz!” I demand.

“Fuck yeah, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m… Uuuurghhhhh...” he grunts. As I’m squirting out thick ropes of creamy cum onto the grass, I feel my insides warm up with gushings of his hot fuck juice.

I feel him pull out, and immediately I feel a surge of hot sperm splashing onto my lower back. Then another hot streak onto my left butt cheek, before I feel him push inside me again with that incredible donkey dick for the final emissions. My hands are absolutely covered in my own explosions as he leans forwards and kisses the back of my neck, both of us panting like dogs.

After carefully pulling out of me, I turn around to survey the damage. 

“Jesus Christ, what a mess…” I say softly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up” he smiles, taking off his boxers and first wiping clean my cock, then my tender, oozing hole with a gentle touch. 

“Thanks” I smile back. Reaching for my clothes, I start to get dressed. He follows suite, filthy boxers still in hand.

“Come on let’s get back and cleaned up before the others return. It’s almost 4pm” he says, gesturing towards the house in the distance.

* * * * * * * * *

“Havel, can we…” I tentatively start saying, as we get back to the house.

“Sure, no problem” he answers before I can finish. “I don’t want Ray or the others to know either. And Jason of course...”

I nod sheepishly.

“Anyway, next time I want to have a go on that enormous elephant dong of yours for a change. Deal?”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time you are trying to behave as best you can and be a good boy” he jokes, winking at me, before adding: “Just for the record, I think you behaved brilliantly well and were a very, VERY good (fuck)boy indeed!”

We both break out laughing. 

“Deal” I finally say, as we hear the car pulling up the driveway.