The Interpreter

Oulu Finland February 1972

The Night Train to Oulu

It had been a very busy winter for me, my only break from my interpreting work and broadcasting was Christmas and New Year with my parents in Lugano. I even managed to get in some ski-ing over the border in the Italian Alps at Domodossola. I had been engaged to interpret at an International medical conference in Finland in, of all places, Oulu, in the North of the country, about one hundred and fifty kilometres from the Arctic Circle. Why I had no idea; all I knew was that it was going to be really cold.

I had packed as much of my cold weather gear as I thought prudent for the week long forum, and my medical dictionaries in French, English and Italian. You never know when you’d have to use them. From Geneva, there were no direct flights to Oulu and so I flew to Helsinki and had myself booked onto the night sleeper train to the north.

Thankfully there was a coach set aside for luggage and I deposited my cases with the guard. I walked to my allotted coach and checked in with the attendant of the sleeper berths. In his uniform and peaked cap he looked charming and sexy. He was very Scandinavian looking with close cropped tidy blond hair, eyebrows and luscious red lips. I was in the lower bed of a double berth and he explained in perfect English to me that it might be possible that the upper bed might also be taken by another passenger.

Along in a separate coach was a bar and café, for nightcaps and snacks, though the cost was horrendous even for a shot of cognac or whisky. You’d almost have to take out a bank loan. Unfortunately I had deposited my duty free bottle of Cognac in the luggage coach. Never mind. I finished off my drink and snack and headed back to my berth. My fellow passenger had arrived. Much to my surprise he was tall very distinguished looking and black. I introduced myself to him and he told me his name and that he was heading to the same conference as I was to be working. He was from a newly independent African state and was the Minister of Health for the country. It was also his first overseas conference as minister. The berth was small and quite cramped but I was able to get a good look at my travelling companion. He was young, very young even for a country’s minister. He was also tall, and good-looking for an African and he had a light almost chocolate coloured complexion and his eyes were shiny bright and his cheekbones set high on his face. His hair was close cropped, and he was clean shaven. When he smiled he revealed a great set of very white teeth.

We were standing so close to each other that I could smell his odour, and it was sweet and very masculine. We had to change our clothing and get into bed so he volunteered to climb up onto his bed to give me space to strip and change and get into bed. He watched me carefully as I prepared for sleeping and I was soon in the lower bed, making room for him to also change. He had faced away from me but there was a mirror on the wall opposite and I watched him take off his shirt and saw a nicely muscled body in the mirror. I also caught him stroking his body, arms chest and some lovely natural abs and noticed with interest how he deliberately played gently with his nipples. I could also see facing me a very defined back falling down into a V shape, his trim waist with no excess fat and his backside, large and covered by his tight white underwear. Unfortunately I was unable to notice his crutch but one thing that was very noticeable was his athletic body.

As he faced away from me, he spoke to me in clear educated English but with a noticeable African accent. He was asking me about my work as an interpreter and my knowledge of health issue. As I replied he was putting on a white T-shirt reaching up with his arms to drop the shirt over his head and down over his defined torso. The guy had some guns on him. I was thinking to myself that I might have to jack myself off to get to sleep on the train that night.

He turned to climb up into the top bunk. He hadn’t put on any lower garments and was just wearing his underwear. Yes he was packed into them. He stepped up into his bunk and apologised in advance if he disturbed me with his snoring. I had some wax earplugs and I told him that I wouldn’t be hearing him because of them. We agreed to switch off the lights immediately and left just the blue night light on in case we needed to visit the toilet. I settled down and played with my hard cock for a few minutes and just after I felt the train depart, I drifted off to sleep.

I have no idea how long I had slept when I was woken up by a light switching on and off. I inwardly cursed and closed my eyes again but something in the berth told me something had changed. I opened my eyes but it was dark, the night light assisted me slightly and I was aware of a third person in the room with us. It crossed my mind briefly that we might be being robbed and my instinct told me to stay perfectly still. I turned my head very slowly and in the mirror I could see that the person in the berth with us was the attendant. I pulled out an ear plug and I could hear whispering. As my eyes became more used to the night light I could see that our assistant was standing facing the bunks and at my eye level was his cock and balls, outside of his trousers, and that he was stroking his substantial erection.

Slowly and ever so gently I removed my arm from out of the blanket. In spite of the noise of the train over the rails, I didn’t want to give away the fact that I was awake and aware of the situation. I could also hear distinctly a slurping sound. The attendant was giving the black diplomat a blow job. I instantly got a hard on. Again, softly I pushed down the blanket off my body, ensuring that the guys didn’t know I was moving. The African was whispering something to the Finn but I couldn’t make out what he was saying

I moved my right and to my mouth and wet it with a lot of spittle, and reached out to grab hold of the attendants cock which was about forty centimetres from my face. My timing was perfect as he had just let go of his cock. When I took it into my wet hand, he jumped and I heard the African shush him, and made out that the attendant was not to disturb me and to keep sucking his cock.

As I jacked the nice cut cock gently the guy relaxed more and put his hand over mine making me grip him more tightly. The African guy must not have had any idea what was happening underneath him. I had pulled out my own cock and wanked on it for a while but then I reached back to reach for my berth light. I found the switch and waited until I heard the African whisper again and I switched on my light.

Immediately there was a huge rustle of bedclothes above me. The guys was calling out loud “Stop stop”. I asked what the hell was going on. The Attendant pulled his cock out of my hand and made no attempt to cover himself. I slipped out of my berth and stood up to see the Minister trying to hide his face with a pillow whilst the Finn was still greedily sucking on the embarrassed guys cock, which I could now see was really substantial.

Again I called out, “What the hell is going on”?

There was an outburst in what I could only assume was tribal African and I ripped the pillow away from the man’s face. He looked terrified.

“He assaulted me”. He protested. “He’s come into the berth and attacked me”.

I looked at the Minister dubiously and told him to quieten down otherwise he’s have everyone in the coach awake and wondering what was happening and to think of the embarrassment. Then I pointed out that he had an erection, and that I had been awake for at least ten minutes and was aware what was going on. The black man took in a huge sigh. He’d been caught out. I told him to get off the bunk bed and to stand up. He did so and I was able to see the size of his cock. It was a monster. It must have been at least twenty four centimetres long and easily five centimetres in diameter. Maybe fifteen to sixteen centimetres around. It was huge.

The embarrassed man looked down to the floor, his cock still erect but then he noticed that my cock was hanging out and hard and he slowly looked up at my face, a growing comprehension dawning on his face. I was also still wanking the Finns cock. For a moment the train swayed from side to side causing the three of us to fall against each other but it wasn’t such a hardship as there was very little room, but I was able to hold onto the huge cock for a second.

The Minister of Health spoke. “This doesn’t need to leave this space does it? We can keep this to ourselves”. I said that I didn’t mind keeping it within the three of us and the Finn nodded his agreement. I told the attendant to sit on my bunk and to let me watch him suck on the black cock again. He did so and I sat next to him and got a close up view of the struggle the guy was having trying to get as much of the tool into his mouth. I reached down to stroke the guys cock again as he was having as much of the cock fucking in his mouth as he could possibly take. “Lick the thing”. I told him, “Give the head and shaft a good wetting”. I stood up next to the African, and made him hold onto my erection. He looked down as he stroked it and grinned at me. I leaned over to the man and said to him, “I want to see you fuck him”. The smile would have lit up any room. “Yes”. He hissed at me. “And you too”. There was no way I was ever going to take such a huge dick in my ass and I turned his request around and replied that I too want to fuck the attendant. It took the man a couple of seconds to realise what I had done and he nodded his agreement.

Now we just had to get naked. It was not the easiest of situations but soon the three of us were nude, the Finn having a juicy athletic body. The African was not into kissing but the Finn most certainly was and we clashed lips hard and he sucked on my tongue so hard that I could taste my blood. I pushed him down onto my cock and the black stud stood next to me his arm around my back for support and was smashing my cock with his as my shaft was leaving the suckers mouth as I tried to face fuck him. He had the presence of mind to also suck on the black monster and I went down to join him. Close up I just couldn’t believe the size of the cock; there must have been a litre of blood in there keeping him erect. The thing was just as big as the inner roll of kitchen paper towel if not bigger. I honestly wondered if the attendant would be able to take any of the thing. I knew a few of my gay friends who would have accepted the challenge and die happily during the struggle.

I sat back on my bunk and turned the bottom guy around, and made him lean over as far as he could, exposing his anal ring. He was clean and it smelled good and I pushed my tongue into his hole. I got a gasp and his backside thrust hard into my face. I lapped away at the hole pushing in a lot of saliva into him and urging him to loosen his passage. The black guy came and sat next to me watching me intently, licking his lips and so I offered him the hole to eat as well. He was far greedier than me really pushing his face into the guys butt. I reached over and took hold of the black cock. I couldn’t put my hand around it and close my fist it was so huge. I was offered the hole to rim again and felt the huge hand of the African push my head in deep into the crevice. I was now ready to fuck.

The nimble bodied Finn turned his back to us and raised one leg up onto the little step ladder provided to passengers to get onto the top bunk. It enabled him to be in just the right position for me to enter him. I gently pushed against his rectum and found resistance. A whispered word of advice for him to relax and success, I felt my cock enter inside him and slide into his body. There was a small yelp from him and I covered his mouth with my hand. This was not the time to wake up our neighbours. I pushed in most of my cock into him before encountering new resistance. I let the man relax for a few moments and then pushed harder and again he opened up and I was able to get all my cock into him. I started to slowly fuck him getting appreciative noises from him and he arched his back in appreciation and turned his head around for me to kiss him, and wow, his kisses were passionate. I was increasing the speed of my fucking when I felt my balls getting wet. To my amazement the black guy was sitting on the floor facing the door but with his head underneath my legs and he was licking my balls as I fucked. He’d not done anything oral to the both of us but had only received; then to my delight I felt his tongue against my shaft as it was pounding the Finns hole. The sensation was explosive. I was wondering just how far this could go. The guy then wriggled further underneath us and was sucking on the Finns erection as he was being fucked.

He sucked on the bottom for a while and I felt him move back to tongue my shaft again, pushing hard against my piss shaft. I decided to give something a try. I pulled out my cock totally from the anus and yes, he did it. The man was sucking greedily on my cock, going deep down on it. The guy was an ass-to-mouth freak. I rammed my cock back into the bottom fucking him for a while and then pulling out again totally and sure enough, once again he was cleaning my cock, tasting the ass juice from the attendant and holding my cock in place as he took as much as he could in his mouth. All I really needed to happen to make me really blow my load was for the man to eat my ass as I was fucking but it didn’t happen. We continued like this for some time and although I wasn’t tiring I did want to see if the humongous cock could be taken as well as mine had been consumed.

“You’ve got to at least try him”, I told the attendant who showed no sign of fear or concern.  The black guy sat on my bunk his hugeness in the air and asked us both to get his dick prepared. Greedily we sucked and licked on the oversized trunk and when he was satisfied he indicated to the blond Finn to sit on his dick. The guy stood on my bunk and held onto the base of the upper berth and lowered himself onto the tip of the gargantuan cock. I was crouched on the floor at eye level to the action and wanked myself silly watching the phallus be engulfed by the guys hole.

He’d got about ten centimetres inside of him when he paused. For a second I thought he’s given up; it was just too much for him but then I saw his ass muscles squeezing and clenching the massive cock as if he was giving extra pleasure to the black guy. Then slowly more and more of the black cock disappeared into his body. I reached around to see if the guys cock was still hard only to find the black guy was jacking it. I was allowed a few seconds to feel the bottoms dick before my hand was pushed away. I still had a great view of what was happening. Inexorably, the full length of that fat gigantic cock vanished inside of the man and there was relief from both the fuckers.

At first slowly and gently the cock rider was raising and lowering himself over the monstrous cock and increasing the length and pace of his self fucking until, I guessed he was riding about twenty centimetres of the Africans meat. I just had to check if this was real and not a dream. I had sucked on the cock and tried to encircle it with my fist and failed but I just had to grab the dick as it was being used on the guys’ hole. It was all true.

He continued to self fuck himself faster and faster almost in time to the rattle of the trains’ bogies as it passed over the rails. He called over to me to kiss him and he pulled my head in to him and kissed me ardently. He gasped out to the African to jack him off faster and I knew he was close to shooting. I could tell from the intensity of his kisses that he was about to shoot when suddenly he shook violently and continued to self fuck himself, kissing me with his tongue deep in my mouth and snorting like a pig through his nose as he shot his load over the black guys abs and chest.

Just as suddenly the African called out “sit on my face, sit on my face”. The Finn raised himself off the guys cock with a massive plopping sound and with some difficulty turned around and pushed his well fucked hole into his tops face and the guys was mumbling satisfaction and jacking his huge cock. I went down to lick the guys balls and there was series of grunts as he orgasmed. It was a disappointing orgasm; Just a small dribble. The Finn stepped of the lower bunk and took some paper towel and was cleaning up the semen form the health minister, I dropped back down to sit next to him and took hold of his hugeness in one hand jacking myself off at the monstrosity. The sexy Finn leaned into the bunk and resumed his kisses. It wasn’t too long before I was shooting my load in the dreamy guys’ mouth.

After a few minutes rest, the attendant dressed opened the door of the berth and looked up and down the carriage. Smiling at us he whispered, “All good, no request lights on. I’ll see you in the morning with coffee”. He smiled at us and closed the door. I lay on my bunk and switched off my light and wished the man above me a good night, lay on the bed with the blanket just covering my cock and balls. I didn’t hear the African dress and assumed that he slept naked too and he wished me a good night.

Leaving the train that morning in cold icy and windy Oulu, I was handed a card from the attendant with his phone number written on the reverse side and the message for me to call him. I noticed that his address was local to the city.

I collected my luggage from the coach and met the head of the interpreting team to get my details of my work for the week and where I was to be staying. I was shattered, my brain tired but excited by the events that night.

I was in my booth during the third day of the conference doing English to Portuguese, and sitting towards the far right of the auditorium, bored and not really taking much notice of the speakers and concentration on the notes I had been given to read out in Portuguese. This was a standard practice, when I heard in my headphones the announcement that the next speaker was the minister of health from an African nation, I checked that I had the correct speech and the first few words were usually off the cuff and was thanks to the hosts, the city and the nation and so on. I translated and spoke the words as I heard them and then I found myself, somewhat unusually thanking the interpreter’s at the conference for our work and friendliess. I looked up at the dias, and it was the Health Minister with the body and the giant dick, wearing traditional highly colourful robes. He was looking up at the booths in which we all sat, scanning each box as we spoke his words in so many different tongues and his gaze stopped right opposite me and I received a wink and a smile.

Yes I did call the attendant at his phone number and yes we did meet, and yes I moved out of the pokey hotel, I had been put into and stayed with the sexy guy and yes, for six nights we fucked.