The story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and is completely fictional. Ivar is a youngster of the writer's imagination, and so are the men he meets on his `educational journey'.
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Europe with Spartacus
Chapter 4 Copenhagen (1975)
"Isn't it a bit weird to lie here jacking off when the sex capital of the world is just out there?" Steven, the French-Canadian guy who shared the room with Ivar in Isted street in the middle of the Copenhagen red-light district, sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Agreed!" was Ivar's short answer. "What do you suggest?"
"There's a sex-shop on the other side of street. I had a look in there this morning. You can hire porn there, whatever you want." Steven was searching his backpack for clean clothes. His baggy American boxers were tenting and showed some wet spots. "You can even watch porn upstairs in the shop."
"You want to try mini-briefs? I have some clean ones still." Ivar opened the side pocket of the rucksack and handed his new room-mate a red and white dotted low-cut bikini.
The boy grinned and measured the briefs against his boxers. "You think I'll be sexy in this, Viking? Maybe my girlfriend would let me fuck her tonight!" Steven pulled down the boxers without turning away. His cock was half erect, and medium sized, surrounded by a red bush. For the first time Ivar saw a circumcised dick for real.
Steven saw him staring and lifted the cockhead with one hand. "My mum's silly idea!" he said. "You are uncut, I see." Ivar, still a bit shy when stripping in front of a stranger, turned his back to Steven and put on a fresh pair of underwear.
"I need to piss before we leave," Ivar said. "Down the hall, eh?" He hurried out the door in nothing but the small tight bikini. He tried to do his errand without splashing around in the old-fashioned toilet, not easy when the hard-on wouldn't go down. No shower, but he had seen a bathtub. No time for that now; he was very excited thinking about a possible visit to the sex-shop in company with Steven.
Back in the room he found Steven hurriedly throwing Ivar's used bikini onto the bed. Seconds before he had sniffed the wet front. Ivar grinned, but said nothing.
"What you like to watch, kids?" The daddy in the sex-shop was suddenly behind the two who had studied a lot of the video covers. "Tourists, I guess. You want to watch the movies here?" Both of them nodded. Ivar had never really seen a porn movie, and Steven was a stranger to the business too, he told Ivar afterwards.
"Then you have to choose among the tapes over here." The man pointed at a wall with many different covers. "If you go to the main room upstairs you can choose two different genres. Teen-girls, mums, or perhaps dads, eh?" He grinned. "Spanking perhaps, or an orgy, maybe a really dirty one too". He pointed at a picture of two boys, pissing in the mouth of a third one. Ivar blushed, he didn't dare to meet Steven's eyes.
The two made their choices. Ivar had no intention to hide his sexual orientation, so he pointed at a schoolboy-teacher tape. Steven looked at Ivar, then back to the board, and pointed at a Bi-sex orgy. The two tittered and squeezed each other like old friends.
"Twenty crowns each since you are students, or thirty if you want to use the shower afterwards. You find towels in the changing room." The man smiled.
"We have to undress?" Ivar was suddenly upset.
"Optional, your choice, your choice, but leave your valuables here, I'll give you a key!" The man looked honest, and the boys gave him their body purses. Ivar was happy that the landlady had his passport and his travellers cheques.
"I need a shower, and we have none in the hostel!" Steven said, and Ivar nodded.
"You pay for that afterwards. Enjoy!" The man almost pushed the two through the curtain that covered the back rooms and the stairs.
"It's hot in here. We should strip a bit, I think," Steven said. The two found places for their jackets and shoes in the changing area. In tank tops and Bermuda shorts they entered the upstairs establishment. The rooms smelled of basement and bathroom, plus the very special smell of chlorine and old tobacco smoke.
At the top of the stairs was an old-fashioned coffee machine, and next to it a small room with glass windows. Two men in their forties were relaxing, drinking coffee and smoking, completely naked. Ivar tried to be relaxed, but the truth was that he was super excited, with a hard-on that wasn't far from a hands-free explosion.
The rooms inside were sparsely lit. A circular corridor passed small rooms or cubicles, some with doors and some just with curtains. One room in the middle was very special. From outside you could watch through round holes, and further down the walls you found different openings. There were loud sounds from the video-player inside, suggesting that the action on show was tough.
"Bondage!" Steven whispered. He stood beside Ivar watching a daddy figure sitting alone on an old leather sofa, wanking with his trousers around his legs.
"Not my scene," Steven continued. Ivar had no comments.
The two went along the corridor that ended in a small theatre with eight seats and three screens. One screen showed a sort of drag show, the two other screens where closed.
Ivar and Steven found seats in the middle, close to the front. The tapes they had ordered downstairs were soon shown on the wall in front of them. In a way the situation made them shy. Their private choices suddenly went public in these strange surroundings and soon they realised that the seats behind them were filling up. Men were coming and going.
For the first half hour the two boys watched the porn in silence. Legs met legs and arms touched as well. Steven watched as the bi-triple show changed theme. One boy fucked a girl from behind now, while the guy himself was being fucked hard by a brother.
"Would you like to make a show like that Steven?" Ivar broke the silence by whispering and placing a hand on Steven's upper leg.
Steven spread his legs, looked at Ivar, and grinned. He had a hand in his shorts trying to play with his stiff cock without too much noise. On Ivar's screen the teacher had given his pupil a spanking across a naked bum. Now he had made the pupil lie down across the desk while he penetrated him with the end of a pointer.
"A horny devil!" Steven watched the teacher driving his huge cock into the screaming youngster. He had a hand around Ivar's hard bulge.
Without more talk the two opened their belts and pulled both shorts and underwear down. They were very much ready for a mutual hand-job. Ivar spat in his palm and took care of Steven's cut cock, while Steven played with the Norwegian's long foreskin and made the Viking whine when he pulled the foreskin back as far as he could, revealing a wet and tender cockhead.
When Steven put a hand behind Ivar's head, the Norwegian took the signal. His only real experience regarding male sex was sucking, so he went down on his new friend's cock with joy and appetite. Steven was soon about to cum. The sound was quite clear, even though there was still no climax on the screens. He pushed Ivar back and bent down to give the Viking some return. Ivar was dripping hot. Both his cock and his balls were wet with pre-cum.
Steven hesitated, and looked at the smiling Ivar, who collected a drop of clear liquid and made Steven suck the finger. The shyness was gone when Steven dived between Ivar's legs.
The two sucking and watching guys had not noticed that the two naked men who had been at the coffee-machine outside had placed themselves beside them, one on either side. Without words the situation changed. The men started to suck the youngsters, and the boys did not stop them.
The first one to cum was the teacher on the screen. He sent his huge load all over the pupil's mouth and face. Ivar could not go on either. He tried to prevent the explosion by lifting his butt from the seat, but the result was the opposite. He had a spurting orgasm as he filled the room with a howl. The waiting man took care of every drop.
Steven had risen in front of his seat. He was sucked and finger-fucked at the same time, and had forgotten all about the screen. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" was his intelligent comment when he went over the edge and spurted his young white milk across the chairs and up onto the screen-wall.
"Strange," Ivar thought. When he and Steven had finished, the two men disappeared without a word, and apparently had no wish for the favour to be returned. When he turned around to leave, he understood why. The two men were already giving service to new guys who had been sitting behind them, and in the background more customers arriving. This could have been a real orgy, but neither Ivar nor Steven was ready for that.
Downstairs the two stripped in a hurry. The shyness was gone and the shower-room was open for everybody to watch. The two chatted and played with each other, soaped backs and bums, and soon again two erections had to be covered inside tight bikinis.
"I have to cash some travellers cheques before the banks close!" Steven was in a hurry when they were outside the shop. "I want to invite the chick for a tour in the Tivoli Gardens Ð if she turns up," he added, and hurried back to the hostel down the street. Ivar looked around, then he entered the shop again.
"We forgot to pay for the shower, sir." Ivar found a 10 crown note.
"On the house!" the man answered. "You brought new customers in today. Rumours run fast among my clients!" He winked. "Anything more, son?" The man watched Ivar when he stopped in front of a stand filled with dildos and butt-plugs.
"I needÉ I would haveÉ I thoughtÉ" Ivar touched a black rubber butt-plug.
"You need to have your cunt stretched, boy? That's a good one, not too big if you are a starter." The man was serious and Ivar felt safe, but he blushed and looked down.
"I'm a starter yes, but IÉ." He didn't want to tell the stranger that he was a virgin, but hoped to be fucked during his Copenhagen stay.
"Start with that one!" the man suggested. "I'll give you some lube too. Keep it inside for some hours, but not for too long. Not nice to have a sore ass at a hot party!" Now the man grinned and Ivar grinned back.
In the beggarly hostel-room, all alone, Ivar opened the backpack and found his books. He could put a second x in his Spartacus Guide, in the Copenhagen chapter. The first was for the porn, the second was for the butt-plug. The boy played with the conical rubber plug. "How on earth to get this one inside?" he thought. "Very different from the carrots at home."
After a long walk, and too many Danish beers, Ivar sat down on a bench outside Tivoli. He was to meet Steven and his `girlfriend' at nine o'clock. They wanted to watch the famous fireworks later on, and Ivar hoped to ride the roller coaster with his roommate.
"Only eight!" he said to himself as he looked at the huge clock in the middle of the street. He found the postcard he had bought for his mother. The postcard showed `The Little Mermaid.' "She's as innocent as me, " Ivar thought, and grinned of his own stupid comparison. He shouldn't have taken the last two beers.
The sun was about to go down and a first hot Copenhagen summer night waited. He found a pen and wrote:
"Dear Mum. I've seen Amalienborg and the Townhall, and I've seen the church where Tordenskiold is buried. All well, I share a bed (he had to try to delete the last word) room with a Canadian boy. Love and hugs. Ivar."
"No lies!" he told himself. "I have passed those places, but not visited any of them. I passed the Holmen church on my way to the two oldest gay pubs in Copenhagen! I can't tell my folks at home that nice old men offered me free pints in both places, and asked for nothing in return. "Just happy to have a young Norwegian sitting close, they said. And the squeezing of my prick underneath the table was just arousing! No harm done!"
Ivar woke up. "Stop talking to yourself like an old monkey!" he thought. "I need a piss for God's sake." All the beer had to get out. He hurried across the street, found a crossroad, and was inside the huge park just some minutes later. The public toilet was mentioned in the Spartacus guide, he remembered. "Dangerous at night!" was the warning from the editor. The guide didn't say why.
When Ivar entered the room, he looked for a stall, but there were no free cubicle. At the long old-fashioned trough two men were standing, as if they had planned that a coming third one had to stand between them. The Norwegian had his low-cut jeans on and the tight bikini had no fly, so he had to pull down quite a lot to find the half-hard cock that was ready to explode after the beers. His t-shirt was tight and cut, so he showed off both his lower back and parts of his arse crack. Now he pulled back the foreskin to be sure he could piss without too much spraying. With a loud sigh he sent a young man's yellow jet into the sink. After these hurried preparations, he made a quick study of the men beside him. Neither of them was pissing, or both had just finished. Both of them showed their cocks without trying to cover up for the newcomer.
Ivar tried to concentrate, but the `devil' down below was in the mood for something else. His cock started to grow and the flooding slowed a bit. At the same time Ivar saw that a hand was playing with his yellow stream; not touching the cockhead, just letting the piss drench a grown up, quite hairy, hand.
The lad blushed, but he wasn't finished emptying the bladder. He also felt that something was happening in the room behind him. As a reflex Ivar turned a bit to the left, to make eye contact with the younger man standing there. In a sort of unspoken agreement Ivar removed his hand from the pissing cock, and it was replaced by a warm young hand. The hand was holding Ivar's cock quite tight, and while the yellow stream was about to end, the hand started to wank him. Ivar was suddenly dizzy and he spread his legs to keep balance. Just seconds later he felt a wet finger penetrating him.
"What do I do now?" he wondered. He was dripping horny. The situation was electric. A young guy wanking him, an old gentleman cupping a hand in front of his cockhead as if he was waiting for more liquid, a finger up his arse playing with his love button, warm lips touching his neck, a soft voice whispering, "Let it go baby, let it go. Shoot! Shoot now!" The finger rotated inside Ivar's boy-cunt. He could hardly stay silent. He purred like a cat. Then he exploded without warning. The cock sent his white boy-milk like a bullet into the waiting hand. The guy to the left wanked him furiously and the finger from behind tried to bottom in him. "Damn! Damn!" Ivar heard his own despaired voice. He had been finger-raped in this public toilet, and he had loved every second of it.
From outside he heard a sort of whistle and seconds later he was the only one in front of the urinal. He shook his half-hard cock twice, before he tried to hide the weapon inside the bikini and the low-cut tight jeans. He looked at his watch. Ten minutes and he was to meet Steven. On his way out he met a uniformed policeman who just gave him a grin.
Two young lads were waiting outside the entrance to the Copenhagen Tivoli Gardens, half an hour after the agreed time, waiting for a chick that never arrived.
"Shit!" Steven shouted. "Women!" The nineteen year old guy tried to sound very much like a man of experience. "Let's buy tickets and have fun!" He put an arm around Ivar. The two headed into the amusement park like two `old' buddies.
Ten times on the roller coaster without stops; nothing less. The kids were in a famous amusement park, and like any other teens, nothing could stop them. Pale and nauseous Ivar needed some help to calm down on a bench. "Thought you Vikings were stronger," Steven teased.
"Too many beers, but I still need one more." Ivar recovered with his head on Steven's shoulder.
Some beers and a huge Danish steak with salt potatoes and pickled beets at `The Ferryman's Tavern' and the guys were ready for the evening's entertainment. In the middle of hundreds of cheering visitors they watched the spectacular fireworks in the summer sky. Suddenly Steven hugged Ivar, hugged him really tight, then he kissed him; not only a teasing boy to boy kiss, but a hot and wet and lasting kiss. Eyes closed and tongues met; Ivar's knees trembled; the eighteen years old boy's first real kiss.
Ivar looked around. He did not move. He tried to see the redhead in the crowd. He wasn't there. He couldn't find him. Suddenly, in the middle of the cheering people, he felt very lonely.
(Copenhagen 2015)
Ivar had visited Copenhagen many times during the last forty years, and he had been to the Tivoli many times too. He had been to his favourite city for work and for holidays. He had been here with family and friends, and showed his young sons the roller coaster. But he had also been here alone from time to time searching out the darker' side of the city. But this was the first time he was here for a date. Sitting at the entrance bar outside Tivoli, he waited for a guy that had found him' on Facebook just some weeks earlier.
"Wonder if I will recognise him after all these years?" Ivar lifted his second glass of Danish beer, nervous as a teenager. He had arrived there half an hour early.
"No doubt, not at all." Ivar smiled and waived. The sporty fellow that had kissed him inside the park here forty years ago was heading for the table; red messy hair, a greyer chin beard and the familiar snub nose. Steven! Two men, not yet sixty, hugged and kissed without shyness.
"Why did you leave me that night, Steven?" Ivar had a hand upon Steven's, they had finished the small talk.
"Because I was afraid to fall in love with you." The mature Canadian smiled a sore smile.
"After one day and one night?" Ivar asked.
"After one day and one night!" Steven answered.
"Did you meet the girl? Ivar went on.
"Aye, and I married her!" Steven answered.
After some minutes of silence Ivar put a hand on Steven's shoulder. "Maybe we should finish watching the fireworksÉ"
"I've heard they have a new roller coaster this year!" Steven squeezed Ivar's left buttock, still round and hard; not bad for a man close to sixty.
Ivar looked at the watch. "Damn!" he said. The stupid landlady had surely locked the door already. It was close to midnight and the park was about to empty. He opened the Spartacus Guide and searched for an address.
To be continued.