a true story

"What am I doing here " That idea flashed through my brain, when I got out of Keflavik airport.

It was close to 11pm, and the light outside was still so bright and clear that I could easily read my newspaper without any electricity supply. Icelanders are used to the midnight sun, but see,me, having been born and raised in England, I am certainly not that familiar with having broad day light in the middle of the night ...

It all started when I decided to take a break from work, and go away on a trip. Not a long trip, just the kind of stuff that helps you unwind and relax. and I needed just that. 3 hours in an airplane, and here I was, in the middle of nowhere, on a remote island, lost in the North Atlantic Ocean, closer from Greenland than it is from mainland Europe, adjusting to the orange glow of the sunlight, low on the horizon, ..a normal sunset scenery except that, it was not 8pm but well past 11pm when I finally stepped outside the modern Leifur Eiriksson air terminal.

Me.. 26 yo, single, not by choice but because the asshole I was in love with decided to be in love with somebody else , nothing new, you know the story...I know, these things happen but between you and I, I wish they would happen to somebody else than me.

So one day, while I was surfing the web, I ended up on the Icelandair.net website, saw a nice midweek deal for 3 nights, flights, hotel and blue Lagoon included.A chance for me to find ou what was left of my icelandic studies , long time since college though..., and 1 week later, I was on board of this Icelandair 757, flying over endless dark lava fields while we were on finals before landing in the oldest republic of Europe.

Velkominn til Islands !

The air was crisp but not cold. The whole place was under that special orange-reddish glow,so specific of the midnight sun. Surprisingly there were quite a lot of people in the bus that drove us from the airport to downtown Reykjavik. No highways here, just a main road that drive through dark lava deserts, wiped by winds and rains, or heavy snow storms in winter, and almost no houses at all. With only 250 000 inhabitants for the whole country and almost half of it leaving in its capital, Reykjavik, l did not expect to see an impressive urbanism.I eventually did make it to my hotel, and surprisingly, I was not feeling remotedly tired at all, I just wanted to get out of my room, and enjoy my first night in Iceland.. just having a little walk around the hotel. nothing special.

I climbed the hill, near the hotel, and enjoy my first scenic view of Reykjavik. Under me, the Hotel Lofteidhir with the domestic airport, on my right, down town Reykjavik with the Domkirkja, for skyline, the bay was quiet and behind me, the mountains looked dark and threatening... but so far away.

It was now, past midnight and I was looking at the sun, low on the horizon, lost in my thoughts, and not paying any attention, when I heard some footsteps and a low voice .

"Komdu saell og blessadhur . Hvernig gengur ?"

I raised my eyes and here, by my side was 6ft2 of viking man, looking at me . The midnight sun light gave him a look of a statue. His thick blond moustache looked on fire, and his piercing blue eyes were scanning me, or I thought so...

"afsakidh... eg... hum.. tala bara ... hum... svolitidh islenska... heh islensku...og ensku.. oh Sorry mate... I just know a very little bit of icelandic ..do you speak any English "

He looked at me with a grin on his face. He did not say a word and sat down by my side. I could not stop starring at him. His arms were nicely covered with a blond fuzz, his hair cut was short, his metal framed spectacles give him an educated look he had definitely a thick powerful built and I could not but notice a very nice shape in his crotch,thickly showing down his left leg . I must have stared for a long time as his voice took me out of my dreams

"I certainly do." did he say at last with that definite icelandic accent..."Kristinn Eiriksson is the name" . he shook my hand.

" oh sorry.. I m Tim.. I did not mean to be rude but it s just that Kristinn sounds like a girl's name...."

He laughed " Not in Iceland... and not when it has a "double N" ending..I am a Man I can assure you."

"No doubt you are, my friend" I felt myself blushing, but thanks to the light, it did not show that much " What are you doing at 1am, outside, and alone ? Are you also staying at the hotel Loftleidhir?"

"I Live in Reykjavik. I just love to walk at night en enjoy the peace of the clear nights. But you re like me. ..You just wanna enjoy the midnight sun, don t you ?...Don't blame you. Where are you from Tim ?"

"The UK. Just arrived this evening from London.I m here for a 3 days break."

Kristinn looked forward, completely in harmony with the scenery. " How do you like Iceland so far ? "

"I love it a lot... " I took a breath " It's sure too early to say more as I just arrived and did not know much about the country, but so far, what I saw was really awesome."

"Have you met any locals yet ?"

"except the staff at the hotel's reception.... not really. But I plan to go out and try that tomorrow. !"

I was feeling a bit tired and at the same time, more than a bit excited. That guy was so good looking, but I could not figure out whether he was gay or not, and if I should go further or what to do really....I bend my head over and rubbed my neck, .

I felt his hand on mine. it felt warm and powerful.

" Here, let me do that for you.... I m a physiotherapist.. that's my job."

and before I knew it. I ended up with my back against his chest, my head hanging forwards while he gave me a neck and shoulder's massage, and I swear I could feel his cock getting hard and hot against my ass. I needed to be sure. I pushed my ass backwards and made sure he felt it. Kristinn stopped his massage for a secund, put his arms around my waist, and adjust his crotch so that now his cock, definitely thicker than before, was resting just against the crack of my ass.

"That's much better indeed, " he said, kissing my neck "don t you think so ?"

I turned my head so that I could look into his eyes. Gosh they were so blue, and smiling... and that moustache, and that golden 5 o clock shadow of a beard, these 2 lovely lips... I must, I hav to ki..

I got caught by surprise as Kristinn kissed me. delicately at first and then, we stood up and he took me in his arms, and we kissed again, under the arctic sun, at 1.45 am..

"Velkominn til Islands. Tim. "

"Takk fyrir Kristinn "

He looked at me, smiling. "Hej, Thu talar mjog godha islensku ! gamman adh hitta thig Tim "

I smiled. I understood him. My icelandic was not that bad after all. He looked at the city of Reykjavik, from the top of Oskjuhlidh, early in that morning of july, side by side, his arm against my waist. He was a daddy bear, and I loved it.....

His right hand grabbed my belt buckle, and pulled my body into his, as his left hand reached around and slid into the back denim pocket of my jeans. A palm cradled my butt cheek, and then he started to press the tips of his fingers against me, massaging my ass as the fingers on his other hand tugged at the waistline of my boxer shorts. His knuckles felt rough compared to my cotton underwear, but his fingers slowly slid down the front of my pants, running against my hot skin. Lips pouted over my collarbone, and his hard tongue trailed up my neck. I threw my head back, and I just could hear the wind singing slowly through the bushes near me... it was so quiet... no birds, no noise... just silence. I could hear my heart beat..

He nipped at the lobe of my ear, and dove his arm down the back of my boxers. Shallow breaths escaped my lips as he furtively tapped his middle finger against my puckered hole and plunged his strawberry tongue into my ear, twisted it, and then blew warm moist air all around as he withdrew. My knees felt weak, and with his arm cupping my behind, he held my weight. I reached down and felt the hard mound of flesh under his jeans. His dick was pointing down, and I could feel it trapped against his thigh. As I reached in to pull it upwards, I realized why he kept it pointing that way. It was hard and thick, definitely in the 10 inchers family, and when I pulled it up, it pointed a good two inches above his belt buckle, jutting just past his belly button. I quickly pulled into him to cover him, just in case someboby might come up, (rather by habbit of cruising in bars). My thumb pressed against his glans, slick with precum, and he brought my hand to my own mouth, tracing the cum coated thumb against the curve of my lower lip. The tangy bitter taste caused my asshole to clench, and sent a wave of pleasure along my perineum.

"Hvert forum vidh ?" (where are we going) I said... suprised that it would come out just like that..

Kristinn took my hand in his and brought my fingers to his mouth. he licked them one by one, and brushed them against his moustache.. he pulled me close to him.

"Come home with me." he whispered in my ear, his whiskers tickling my skin.

In his car I fought back, hoping to gain a bit of control the only way a hungry bottom can: by getting on top. With his seat reclined, I approached him on my knees, threw my right leg over him, and straddled his crotch. In this position, I let my weight rest on his crotch and his cock ran right between my buns. I held him by the sides of his chest and could feel it expand with his breaths.I put my hands under his shirt and could feel that luxurious furr on his body. so silky, so soft... it was like playing with an angora kitty. Kristinn was looking at me. He really had porcelaine blue eyes and thick blond eyebrows, high cheekbones and more than a 5 O clock beard on him. His left cheek dimpled when he smiled, and his short hair spiked a bit in the front. His bicep was neatly cut and I could feel his abdominals individually. He seemed to know what he wanted.

And he wanted ME.

He spanked me twice, then grabbed me by the hips, and deftly lifted my entire body off of his in one motion. Throwing the car into gear, he sped off with a squeal of tires back to his place.

When we arrived, I bounded after him up the steps and through the door.

As soon as I passed through, he slammed it shut, spun me around, and pushed me against the back of the door. My belt came off, and then my jeans were pulled down to my ankles. I felt his cock jab at my waiting hole through the thin cotton of my boxer shorts. He bent me at the waist, and unbuttoned his boxers, allowing his huge cock to leap out. He snaked it up the leg of my boxers, and he pushed my legs out wide with his own, holding my shoulders at waist level with his free hand. I felt his head slide up and down my crevice, playing against my opening. He brought it right against my hole, and then I felt both his hands at my waist.

"Do you want this?"

"huhhh...¦ yes."

"Push back against me."

My sphincter muscles almost went into spasms waiting for his thick head to penetrate into me. Slowly, ever so cautiously, I leaned back into him, and more and more pressure was put on tight hole. I felt more of my weight pressing onto him, but without any lube, I didn't open for his cock. Shivers went up my spine from the sensation, and my own prick was at full attention.

He maintained the pressure on my hole, and walked backwards, pulling us both back against an overstuffed chair. As he sat down, he told me to keep my butt clenched tight, and not to open for his cock. His strong arms pulled my body on top of his, until I was sitting straight up with nothing but his cock for support. As he began to release his hands, I realized that all of my weight was being held up by his enormously fat dick, and sat there as I would on a barstool.

I whimpered with every shallow breath that escaped my throat, and wanted nothing more than for his manhood to enter me deeply. I wanted him to use my body as a fuck tool for his pleasure.

He picked me up and turned me around so that I could wrap my legs around his strong torso. Suddenly he rose off the seat and I rose with him, and he began to walk down the hall and into his bedroom, where he threw me on the bed. He told me to take all my clothes off as he shucked his shirt.

He was a Viking and a bear. What I now call a "vikibjorn"

He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and stood before me, applying it generously to his manhood. He came toward me, and ran his lubed finger up and down the crack of my bottom. Once again, I felt his head against my hole, and then, ever so slowly, I opened for him. I stretched wide around his massive organ, as he held me by the waist.

"Segdhu elskan, Do you want the rest of this?"

"Oh-h God yes!"

He thrust forward, and could feel the taut skin of his penis sliding deeper into me. My own cock leapt to attention as my body was wracked with muscle spasms. My sternum shivered when I felt his balls come to rest on my butt. He raised my body a few inches off the ground with his strong hands, and then hit bottom.

Pulling out until just the head, his lips licking, nipple biting, and his fingers running over my scalp, massaging my head. His dick pushed back into me, hitting my prostate. Light spankings, love taps really. Deep deep, quick and shallow, deep again. All the way out and teasing my entrance, then plowing back, filling me.

Soon he began to pound my ass, pushing my entire lithe body with every thrust. My head bounced from side to side as I panted and cursed. I was still on my back, and as I wrapped my skinny legs around his cut torso, I could feel his muscles flex with each lunge forward, feeding his fat cock into my tight hole.

He leaned down, and looked into me. His eyes were intense and fervent. With a tender kiss, his lips ran over mine, and his tongue outlined the contours of my mouth. I could feel his cock slamming into me, and then another finger at my hole, sidling in next to power tool!

"I like your tight ass. I'm going to fuck you silly." And with that, he pinched my butt cheek with his free hand, twisting the flesh.

Next he put one hand under the small of my back, and another behind my neck, and lifted my entire body off the bed. I sank down against his rock hard cock and held onto his broad shoulders. He turned us both around, and walked over to the far wall of the bedroom. There he proceeded to fuck me with my body against the wall, while his cock supported all of my weight. I bounced around like a toy doll as he filled me up again and again.

He started to pull all the way each on each thrust, and then dove back in to the hilt. That almost sent me over the edge into erotic nirvana. He sensed my impending orgasm, and pinched the head of my dick and pulled my balls from my body.

"Not yet. We're not quite finished."

His tongue penetrated my mouth, ran up the roof of my palette, and encircled my own tongue. While still holding me, my lover began to rotate my entire body around his humungous cock. I could feel his hardness pressing on my insides, as I turned on this pivot rod. My feel came to rest on the floor, and he began to fuck me from behind, as we both stood. I clenched my ass tight for him, and he groaned his pleasure, huffing into my ear.

I knew he was close. He pushed me back onto the bed, and began to fuck me rough and doggy style. Another quick spanking, and after a power session, he pulled out, and ran his engorged head over my hole, and then began sliding his dick in the crevice of my butt, as he grabbed both cheeks in his large hands.

After a few minutes of this teasing, I moaned for him to enter me again.

"If you want me, you're going to have to come and get it."

He lay down on the bed, and I crawled in between his legs. I tickled his ball sack with my tongue, and sucked one, and then the other into my warm moist mouth. My fingernails trailed against his inner thigh, and I pulled both of his balls into my mouth. They felt cool on my tongue; my cheeks bulged with their girth.

I crawled further up this furry bear body. Our penises met, and I grabbed both of them together in my hand. His was at least five inches longer than my firm but little cock, and almost twice as thick around. He smirked at the comparison, and I ravished his neck with my lips.

I felt so close to orgasm, I decided to finish this once and for all. I aimed his thick head against my opening, and sat down into him. He punched his waist upwards, and I came to rest squarely on top of him. I tightened for him, milking him as I rose up and down on his cock.

After a few minutes I sensed an impending orgasm. He held my thighs in his hands, and began to lift me up off his pole, until he was entire out of me. Then he let go! Gravity caused my ass to quickly open, and I felt all the way back down, rammed by his thick cock. His head brushed against my prostate, and my own cock sprang against my belly.

Then he dropped me again. And again.

In the final frenzy of fucking, I felt my sphincter muscles clench and warmth began to flow from deep in my groin and out through my penis. I shot all over his chest and I could feel his own cum flooding my bowels. I shot repeatedly, bobbing up and down, straddling his cut abs. My hands rested on his firm pecs, as he penetrated all the way into me, delivering his seed.

With the rush of endorphins and serotonin, I fell forward, and momentarily lost consciousness. My chest heaved from the workout, and my eyelids fluttered. I began to fall asleep, with my lover's arm holding me close to him, and his cock lodged deep inside of me.

Velkominn Til Islands, Tim....Eg oska ther godhu nott !"