by – Cupido
Diverse
The Hitchhike
SAGA
The Hitchhike
Original title:
Haik, Kameraten min, Sjefen og jeg, Sult
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The Hitchhike
By Marianne, Drøbak
I’m travelling to my family’s cottage by the sea. A lack of funds forces me to hitchhike instead of taking the bus. It’s the summer before my twentieth birthday and I’m the only one of my friends who’s still a virgin.
No cars stop for hours. I’ve almost given up on hitchhiking when a car finally stops. The driver is a man, probably in his late twenties. He is good looking, with dark hair and a muscular body. His top button is undone, and his sleeves are rolled up. I thank him for giving me a ride. It turns out he’s spending the weekend in a cottage near ours.
We drive out of town and onto the motorway. It’s hot in the car. A few beads of sweat drip down the driver's forehead. He makes small talk but I’m not paying attention. I just sit there nodding and looking at him. I look at his hair, his face and his dark eyes. There’s something about him I find attractive, but I can’t quite say what. He changes gears and I feel his hand gently brush against my thigh. It turns me on.
Finally, we arrive at the gravel road that leads to the cottages. The road is bumpy and bad and the car rattles. The rattling makes me hornier. I feel it growing in my shorts. I adjust myself in the seat and place my hands discretely on my lap to push my cock into the least visible position. I’m not sure if he notices anything, but I think he casts a quick glance down between my legs.
He stops the car at his cottage. My cottage is about a kilometre further down the gravel road. I hesitate because I don’t want to get out and reveal my erect cock.
He leans towards me and I feel his hand grip my aching rod warmly and firmly. I’m fit to burst with arousal. “Come on”, he says, “let’s go in the cottage”.
He pulls me inside with him and pushes me down on the sofa. He stands over me and slowly pulls my shorts down my thighs. My cock pops out and points in his direction, big and hard.
He unbuttons his shirt. He’s made up his mind. He approaches and places his arm around me. His hands slide underneath my shirt. Fumbling, they feel skin and muscles. Buttons are unbuttoned. He takes off my shirt. His hands fumble with the flies on his trousers. Shoes are kicked off.
We’re both naked now. My cock is still standing upright like a pole. I’ve never felt such incredible lust. I enjoy seeing the hungry expression. One of his hands closes around my shaft, down by the base. My head falls back. I moan and close my eyes. He sinks down to his knees. I grip the back of his head with both hands. My cock jolts. He opens his mouth wide. He pulls his lips apart and places the head in his mouth while his hand squeezes harder and harder around the shaft. I moan and begin to thrust in and out, occasionally rotating in big, slow circular movements in his warm mouth. He sucks harder now, working the head of my cock with mouth, tongue and lips. Then I drive it in, firm and hard, into his mouth. I want to screw hard. I’m getting closer. I pull out and the sperm gushes out. It forms a white arch and lands on my stomach.
He orders me to stand up and bend over the kitchen counter.
I do as I’m told and in no time at all he’s behind me with his rock-hard cock. He spits in one hand and rubs it between my buttocks before inserting a finger. He puts a condom on his big, lovely member. With a firm jolt, he thrusts it into me.
My backside tightens from the rough treatment. I support myself with one hand and masturbate slowly with the other. I try to follow his rhythm. I receive, writhing and screaming with pleasure. The moans grow louder. My balls contract. I feel that I’m close. The moans turn into roars and blend with his roars. His torso contracts with spasms. Then he comes inside me. I come shortly after. Long white gushes hit my legs and the floor. He sinks down on top of me, sweaty.
There won’t be a problem getting a ride to the cottage from now on!
My Mate
By Someone Who Misses Paradise
In the 1970s, I had a stunning mate named Peter. He was full of life and fun and had a special type of charm. He had long hair like a girl and was very good looking. Over the course of a few years, our friendship had taken an unusual turn. It kept growing warmer and warmer. I began to think that he was actually very sexy and wanted to get closer to him.
I’d seen him in his underwear on several occasions. He had a great body and it was clear that his underwear concealed something lovely that filled them completely.
I am the same sex as him. Nevertheless, I felt a strong warmth throughout my body and especially in my private area when we were together and sensed that he felt the same way. Still, we didn’t dare speak of it, and instead just did the strangest things when we were together.
One day, he was lying on his back on the sofa, resting. For fun, I sat down on top of him, right on his crotch, somewhat uncertain. A little later, he did the same to me. It was wonderful. It developed into a game, where we alternated sitting on each other until both our pants were bulging.
One evening, I was riding on the back of this scooter in a gravel pit. At one point, he got off the bike and, inadvertently, I placed my hand on his seat with my palm facing upwards. When he returned, he acted like nothing had happened and sat right down on my hand, meaning that I got a good grip of his genitals. Oh, it felt so good! He drove the scooter while I could clearly feel how his cock was growing and growing in his pants. I began to massage his big bulge as he drove. Then he jumped in his seat and moaned loudly: “Oh, oh!” and then we went back to pretending nothing had happened, even though we were bursting with arousal.
I often also fantasised about how big his cock might be. Then, on a warm sunny day, we sat in shorts on a couple of chairs, facing each other, our legs slightly spread apart. And suddenly, I noticed that I had a clear view of his cock through one of the legs of his shorts. It seemed he was not wearing underwear that day, since I could see his entire penis clearly. It was so big and lovely. Later, I often fantasised about placing my feet between his legs, completely by chance, and then poking my toes down and touching his penis. Then I would have told him to sit completely still, massaging it until it became big, stiff and beautiful.
In fact, I began masturbating several times a day, while fantasising about how we would make love. For instance, I would fantasise that we went to the swimming pool together, and lathered each other with soap, first on the back and then all over the body. Or that we played a fun game where I was the farmer and he was my cow, and that I would milk the udders. Oh yes, and also that I would suddenly become a calf who drank ‘milk’ directly from his udders. I am certain that he had sexual fantasies about me as well.
One evening, when he was spending the night at my place, I got a massive erection as soon as I got in bed because of the fantasies I had about him. It was simply an erection I couldn’t ignore. While we were talking, I became increasingly aroused. Then, suddenly, I burst out, “Oh my!” I had a massive erection and let him see the bulge under my duvet.
“Let me see it!” he said, eagerly and jumped out of bed. But his eagerness startled me, and I didn’t dare. But in my fantasies, I’ve often relented and placed both my hands arou
nd the back of his neck and said, “Go ahead, dear friend”.
I’ve pictured him slowly lifting the duvet off my penis, and seen how intensely he studied my well-grown and stiff cock, while strong, gentle waves of desire have overwhelmed my body and made it feel like putty in his hands.
Then I would feel him place a warm, soft hand around my pounding rod and, as he looked me warmly in the eyes, I would him say, “Oh, it’s so big and lovely. Can I play with it?” With short breaths, I would gasp, “Yes, Peter”, while my heart has begun to race, and my blood begins rushing round my body. Then I’ve pictured him slowly and joyfully pulling back my foreskin so that the most intimate part of me was exposed to the eyes of my beautiful friend.
I’ve quite clearly been able to imagine him lying down between my spread legs with his mouth against my cock, and have seen his tongue begin to explore my genitals, moving up and down my stiff, beating cock, which makes me stretch out in front of him, letting out a horny “Oh”. Then, I’ve pictured him slowly opening his mouth around my manhood and beginning to suck my stiff cock.
I’ve felt that lovely tongue and his lips sucking in rhythmic motions up and down my rod a million times over. I’ve especially been able to feel his tongue massage that most sensitive string on the underside of the head of my penis, in long, sucking motions. I’ve felt him suck the juices from my penis which have begun to slowly seep out of the head.
A thousand times I have let out an “ah” and said to him, “I’m coming, Peter”. then I’ve met his lovely gaze with warm, intense eye contact, while he has continued to lick me, and I have completely lost control of my body and given it over to him. I’ve felt him take control and hold my body firmly as it writhed uncontrollably in massive shivers, and finally nearly bent over double in a series of deep moans from the very depths of my body.
All the while, he has continued to suck me, while I have watched him swallow all the sperm that has gushed out of me. Oh yes, I’ve seen him love and drink in my juices. And thousands of times, in my dreams, I have done exactly the same things to him.
I have embraced him tightly and given him long, deep tongue kisses, as we rubbed ourselves against each other’s bodies and bulging underwear. Then, I’ve let my hands explore them. I’ve slowly knelt down in front of his pulsating penis, freed it from the last item of clothing and massaged his growing manhood, while placing it in my mouth. And I have licked it, deeply and intensely. At the same time, my fingers have explored his anus.
Then, I’ve slowly built up a massive orgasm inside him. It has been so strong that it has provoked his body to fuck me automatically, with my mouth acting like a warm pussy sucking around his wonderful member. Then, I’ve let him empty all his sperm into my massaging mouth with a roar and sent him to seventh heaven, in the most wonderful orgasm ever. Afterwards, we have lain there, embracing tightly, sweaty and lovingly, like two newborn kittens, while exchanging loving words, wet looks and intense kisses.
Oh God, how lovely it has been to imagine. But how frustrating that it never happened! Peter and I never dared to act out our feelings for each other and when they finally became so strong that we couldn’t control them any longer, we didn’t dare to be together anymore. That’s why our friendship ended overnight. The feelings were repressed for years.
Over time, they’ve returned to the surface with renewed vigour. This has meant that I’ve achieved better contact with my sexuality, which in turn has granted me better awareness of my body, in the way I had before I repressed my feelings.
Thank you, Peter, for all the dreams you gave me! They continue to warm me, even though they’re in the distant past now. I hope you will find happiness in life. My loving thoughts will always follow you!
Me and the Boss
By A.B., Oslo
I was twenty and had just finished my first year of college in Trondheim. I had lived away from home for a year, and had my first relationship – and with it my sexual debut. In the town where I grew up there had been few opportunities such things. Maria with the big breasts and the strong thighs changed all that, and made me into quite the experienced lover. The relationship with Maria had since ended and I was experiencing intense heartbreak. When I got a summer job through a friend as an assistant to a carpenter on a restoration project on a mountain farm, I packed my rucksack and left.
The ‘boss’ was there to greet me at the train station. A nice fellow, 35 years old, with a wife and kids living a little way away. In this remote location, we were going to live in a fully furnished room, but he would go back on the weekends. He was a burly fellow, about six and a half feet tall, with a jet-black beard and massive hands. We quickly connected, as he had a sense of humour and clearly acted more as a mate than a boss.
We worked late into the evening on the first day, had a quick meal and then went down to the lake to wash off. When I saw him naked, I was left standing open-mouthed for a few seconds. Sweaty, huge and powerful, with a hairy chest. I’d never seen a bigger penis. It was long, dark brown, veiny and thick. I only took off my clothes and waded in after him once he had jumped in.
We jogged back to the house after the swim in our birthday suits. Back inside, he began to brush his teeth, while I unpacked my belongings. Suddenly, he snatched a pack of condoms lying on top of my toiletry bag and asked who I used them with. I felt myself blushing and noticed that I became even redder when my cock reacted to mentions of sex.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, mate” he said. “It just shows that you’re a healthy fellow who enjoys and appreciates life! Sit down, there’s something I want to clear up!”
I sat down on the bed, completely naked with a semi-erect penis over my thigh. He turned around and stood wide-legged, facing me and said, “We’re grown fellows who need to take care of the equipment between our legs. Once a weekend isn’t enough”.
While he said this, he scratched his jet-black groin with his towel and pulled on it a few times with his hand. “I’m not going to behave like a boy and hide away. If it’s all right by you, let’s have a bit of a tussle this evening”.
His words had a liberating effect on me. I couldn’t help but give myself a few tugs.
He laughed loudly, “The sap is rising!”
His member had become heavy and filled with blood. He covered it with both hands and slowly moved his hips back and forth. Then, he let his right hand glide upwards and a powerful and hairy hand tugged hard at his chest hair and nipples.
I was left sitting and staring, shocked and impressed by this man who was standing in front of me, displaying all his rutting manliness. My wild side was also beginning to emerge. My eyes locked with his and we synchronised our rhythms.
I moved slowly towards this massive fellow. When I was stood right in front of him, I didn’t quite know what to do and stood motionless. He bent his head, let his tongue glide across my chest and gently nibbled on my nipples. He slid down on his knees, lifted up my rod and placed both of my balls in his mouth, using his tongue to play with them. With his other hand he pumped my glistening cock, faster and faster. We both moaned, loudly. A well-known feeling shot up my back and I knew I was about to come. At the same moment, he ejaculated up over his chest and onto my balls, as he roared with pleasure. He quickly gripped my rod, and, for the first time, I let my sperm flow into a pair of strong man’s hands. Then he raised his fists above his head, as if he had just won a wrestling match, and beat his hairy chest, powerfully. He let out a Tarzan-like roar that reverberated throughout the cottage.
Those two months were highly educational in many ways. We developed a good friendship, which was also sexual in nature. We have remained in touch, even though we’re both happily married. Over the past two years, we’ve hunted together for a week in autumn and, occasionally, we also polish our rifles at the cottage ...
Hunger
By Manu Seppënen
“ Hi, I’d like to order a pizza. A calzone”.
“Okay”, answers the voice on the other end.
“Feta and olives?”
“Yes, please.”
“Fifteen minutes”, he says, with a somewhat burlier, rougher voice.
“I’ll be there in fifteen”, I answer.
With a firm hand on my lower back, he bends me forward so that I’m hanging over the table. Through the window facing the street, I see people walking by: just the top of the tallest heads, bobbing by. Hopefully no one looks in, I think. But how exciting would it be if someone did. The thought of being so exposed turns me on.
Both his hands are quickly on my belt and the buttons of my jeans, and with a powerful tug he pulls down my trousers and underwear, exposing my buttocks. The air is electric with excitement and the smell of freshly chopped onion.
He breathes on my neck and with a gentle pull, raises my arms and pulls off my t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. My leg muscles tense and I become hard from the exertion and arousal – from his handiwork. From his hands. And then his palms are there, one on each buttock. With circulating, kneading motions he rubs them, one in each hand, like dough. Then, he lets go, stretches for the bowl of flour and the white powder whirls around us. His hands are no longer moist, instead they are dry and warm. He grips my thighs and with a baker’s persistence squeezes and kneads his way up my thigh muscles, up to my buttocks. The massage and the firm grip sting. He spreads my buttocks with one hand, pours more flour down my crack and on his hands and searches and rubs me in my most intimate spots. One fingertip finds my anus, the sphincter. It searches and feels its way around. Around and around.