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 6 Copenhagen (1975)
"Another beer, please!" Ivar hung over the bar counter in front of Caspar. His eyes were wild, his hair was wet, he had stripped off his jeans and his shoes, and had been dancing barefoot in his tiny tight briefs, while the men around, both younger and older, had tried to get him remove his last piece of clothing.
"I need some help Ivar, and you need a break, okay!" Not a question but an order. Caspar had talked to young intoxicated men before.
Ivar was about to answer with dirty words, but he saw Caspar's warm eyes and direct contact. "What can I do for you, grandpa?" Ivar suddenly felt very ashamed.
"Find your clothes and come behind the counter." Caspar opened a hatch at the side of the bar. "It's warm here. Just stay like you are, but put on your shoes as there can be glass or cigarettes around. And put on this." Caspar handed Ivar a huge leather-like apron leaving his upper body naked, but covered the rest of his body down to the floor. "Start collecting bottles!"
Some dirty words were heard when Ivar started the new role, but he just smiled and charmed them all. Minutes later two policemen walked inside, just smiled and looked around, gave Caspar a greeting by touching their hats, and left without a word.
"Thank you, sir. Do you think they would have arrested me if I had stripped here?" Ivar asked.
"No, you are in free Denmark!" Caspar said, "but they would probably have taken you in to ensure that you were safe. "How old are you Ð fourteen, eh?"
Ivar blushed, then he saw the smiling wrinkles beside the older man's eyes. "Fourteen next month, you see." Ivar grinned and went on with his job, a job he knew quite well from home. After half an hour he was selling beer too, while Caspar rested with a Danish cigar.
"You are professional Ivar, not only as a dancer." Caspar placed a hand on Ivar's sweaty shoulder.
The old-fashioned clock struck five and the last customer left with a salute to the two behind the counter.
"You have a bed for the night, son?" Caspar sounded concerned.
Ivar did not know what to answer. He knew that the hostel was probably closed, and he had his clothes and his papers there so he had to go back. "Bed for the night!" he thought. Nice invitation." Just now his only need was a bed, but he had to get his back-pack soon.
Caspar took care of the apron. Ivar's low-cut briefs were now completely wet and see through. The grey-haired man did not appear to notice. He turned around and handed Ivar the neck-purse he had taken care of for him.
"I've put a note in here," he said. "Please come back another night if you need a jobÉor want to perform."
Ivar put both arms around the grandpa-like man and hugged him tight. Caspar's hands pressed against Ivar's back as if he wanted to protect him.
"You'd better dress and get some hours sleep, son. I'll see you around, eh?" He turned to the counter and cleaned it for the second time.
The night walk through Isted street for a young man was a challenge. He could have bought sex on every corner.
Ivar found the stairs to the hostel and tried to get in. Of course the door was locked. He tried to find the window where he guessed his bed was inside, but there was no reaction when he threw a small stone. "Okay!" he thought. "Let me use the bell and take the lady's abuse!" He pressed the button. It was completely dead; no reaction. Ivar shivered now. He had been sweating for hours; now the wind was really cold.
He sat down on the stairs and opened the purse. 100 Danish crowns from Caspar. "A good pay for some hours fun," he thought. He found the business card he was looking for, `Andersen Ð attorney'. The address was easy, just around the corner. There was light in one of the windows. Ivar pressed the doorbell.
Minutes later the elderly man that had Ivar met when having breakfast in Nyhavn opened the door. "I have waited for you, young man. Please come in." The man in old-fashioned bathrobe and slippers let Ivar into the cosy hall.
Ivar was woken up by the sun shining on the old-fashioned bed. He had a `morning wood' that was killing him but he just had to think. The old man had undressed him, washed him in the old sink (washed him all over!), given him a huge pyjama jacket and put him to bed. He even remembered a light kiss before sleep took over. Now Ivar noticed the smell of coffee. He looked at his watch - eleven already. He jumped out of bed and grinned when he watched his reflection in the full-length mirror; his hair like a summer bale of hay, a dripping left-pointing boner swinging through the open grandpa-like pyjamas.
"Slept well, son?" Andersen looked through the kitchen door. "I have coffee for you." Ivar tried to cover his erection. "Don't bother! You were hard last night too. You youngsters always are, aren't you?" The elderly man turned back into the kitchen.
After his visit in the bathroom Ivar tried to find his clothes. He found them, washed, hanging for drying. Wearing just a towel, he went into the kitchen. "My backpack is at the hostel, and I need some clothes." Ivar was about to ask for help when he saw his backpack standing by the hall door.
"I went to see your host this morning to tell her that you are here. She was a bit worried about you last night. Your bed is occupied from today so I brought your luggage with me." Andersen showed Ivar a chair.
"But I haven't paid," Ivar felt stupid now.
"Don't worry, I have paid for you. Sit down now. Your body is too beautiful to be covered. Long time since I had a naked kid here for breakfast." Andersen gave Ivar a basket of newly baked bread.
A bit stressed, Ivar saw that there was a sort of old-fashioned chaise in the small sitting room. Blankets told that somebody had slept there during night.
"Did you give me your own bed, sir?" Ivar asked.
"I have only one bed you see, and I wasn't sure ifÉ" The elderly man hesitated. The naked Ivar rose, went up to the man, sat down on his lap, put the arms around his neck and kissed him. "I would have loved to sleep in your arms, sir! Thanks for taking care of me."
Andersen cupped Ivar's balls before the old man's hand went on playing with his dripping hard-on.
(Copenhagen 2015)
It was a long time since Ivar had woken up in a double bed with a man beside him. The night with redhead Steven had been great Ð first in the Tivoli Gardens Ð then a long bar visit Ð and then when two rather clumsy `old men' tried to undress each other in the fashionable Copenhagen hotel.
But the clumsiness was gone when they rediscovered their bodies forty years after their first meeting. If you can say that sixty year old men have wild sex, Ivar and Steven had wild sex that night.
"What will you tell your wife?" Ivar and Steven looked for a taxi outside the hotel.
"Nothing, just show her I'm a better lover after the treatment from your tongue! Take care, old chap!" Steven hurried into the taxi and set off for the airport.
Ivar was behind again, but he had a plan this time. He walked through Isted Street and found the steps to Andersen's apartment. The one night there had grown to three weeks, and Andersen had not slept on the chaise again. But when a visiting daughter found Ivar and her father naked in bed, not just resting, Ivar had decided it was the best to move on from Copenhagen. Ivar had been in contact with the old gentleman over the years, even stayed overnight a few times, until he died some years ago.
From Isted Street he went to the night-bar, far from open at this time of the day. He had worked in the bar every night for three weeks, and danced in front of the juke-box every night too, but found it wise to leave when he had to move out from Andersen's flat. He had gone to the bar every time he visited Copenhagen since, but he had never met Caspar again.
It was late afternoon; Ivar had some hours before he had to go to the airport. The smell in the locker-room was the same, the showers were the same, and the steam-room brought back old memories. Ivar wondered if the swing was still upstairs. He covered up his still round butt and found the steep stairs. His man-cock was pumping of excitement.
(Copenhagen 1975)
The local train north stopped at Klampenborg. Ivar was on his way to `Bakken', the oldest amusement park in Denmark, and an arena for many different events. He had promised Tommy on the boat the other night, that he would come to see the final event in the powerlifting competition. Tommy was here with two of his team-mates and when Ivar entered the huge hall, he saw a group of spectators around a huge Norwegian flag.
Tommy was to take his last deadlift in half an hour, and then he was off for the day. Ivar found a beer and watched the `bulls' around, huge guys in tight gear, big bellies, and very visible bulges. Tommy seemed better equipped in his tights than most of his competitors, Ivar noticed. He had to adjust his own bulge in the sportswear he had put on for the occasion.
The Norwegian team was back in their small rooms in the sport centre. "Where are your mates?" Ivar asked, sitting on a cot close to Tommy.
"They are already in town, looking for chicks. I'll meet them on the boat tomorrow," Tommy said.
"And you?" Ivar swallowed. Last time they met, both of them were aroused by beer and the party atmosphere. Now they were testing and searching each other.
"I'll stay here. You have an appointment in the city? I hoped you would stay overnight." Tommy didn't tell Ivar that he had ordered his mates not to bring girls back.
"I just have to call Andersen," Ivar said. "The man that looks after my luggage." Ivar hurried to find the public telephone.
When Ivar was back in the room, Tommy had stripped down to a sports-thong and laid down on his front with his huge buttocks glistening.
"Please give me some massage, baby. My back is killing me!" He looked from the side with wet inviting eyes. He kept his eyes on Ivar while he slowly stripped down to his tiny bikini.
"Give me your knickers, baby...please," Tommy begged.
Ivar slowly peeled off his low-cut underwear and handed it to Tommy who placed it in front of his face, sniffed and licked it. Ivar was rock-hard in front of the man who had finger-fucked him to climax just two nights earlier. Without a word he opened his bag and found the butt-plug he bought yesterday, and a bottle of lube. Tommy did not comment. Ivar found the massage oil in Tommy's sports bag. With warm and caring hands, he explored the huge athlete's body. He dripped oil on him from the neck down to his arse-crack and then all the way down to his feet.
Ivar had never given anybody a nude massage before, but he was so horny and excited that he would have done whatever Tommy had asked for. Now he gave Tommy an all over job, but concentrated on his shining buttocks and hairy crack. Tommy spread his legs and lifted his hips. Ivar took the invitation and dived into the recently showered arse. The combination of sweat and soap made him tremble. When he used his tongue on the puckered entrance Tommy whined. Ivar made his tongue dick-like and penetrated the huge man that now cried like a child.
"Turn around, Tommy!" Ivar helped him to find a new position. He started the job by working on Ivar's nipples and hairy upper body, moving slowly all the way down to the broad jock belt.
"You want a ball massage too, sir?" Ivar tried to tease, but he was not a good actor. Tommy's thick cock filled the jock above the hairy balls. When Ivar pulled the thong down, Tommy displayed a bigger cock than Ivar remembered from sucking it in the cabin. He played with the round cockhead on top of the 14 cm (5.5 inch) pole, thick as three male fingers. Ivar swallowed. He was about to drop his plans.
"Give me your beautiful man-cock, baby!" Tommy lifted Ivar with one hand and placed him on top in a 69 position. Both were well trained suckers and went on with lust.
Ivar was afraid to cum too soon again so he jumped down on the floor and gave Tommy a deep kiss. He was met by a working tongue.
"You want me to fuck you tonight baby, don't you? You want me to make you a real man tonight, isn't that true?" Tommy caressed Ivar's cheeks.
"Yes please, yes!" Ivar placed his head on the athlete's hairy chest. "But you are so big Tommy, so big. You think I can take you?" Ivar whispered.
"Look at me, baby! Just tell yourself. I will have that cock inside me. I want to be a real man." Tommy gave him a light slap on the cheek as to wake him up; then another one, a bit harder. Ivar was tearful, but his cock was leaking. He watched when Tommy collected a string of dripping pre-cum from his cock and sucked his huge finger.
"Place your upper body on the bed and grab the side of the mattress." Tommy pulled Ivar down until his feet touched the floor. The he put a pillow under Ivar's belly and spread his legs.
"Beautiful! Just beautiful!" Tommy opened Ivar's butt wide. The hairless entrance was still a bit puffy after the treatment in the sauna. Tommy knelt and rimmed the youngster with his huge, hard tongue. At the same time he put a fist around Ivar's dripping cock, not wanking, just squeezing. Ivar lifted his hips and tried to stay open. Again he was brought close to the edge by Tommy's mouth and hand.
"Stop, stop! I'll wait for you cock, okay!" Ivar screamed by Tommy's hard treatment.
"Take it easy, man. You are still very tight. What's the biggest you have had inside you?" Tommy found the lube.
Ivar hesitated. He couldn't tell Tommy about his own and Trym's play with carrots and cucumbers in condoms.
"I've tried the butt-plug, but didn't manage!" Ivar said.
"Stop being a whining girl!" Two hard spanks followed. The huge hand placed marks on the fair buttocks. "And open that fucking cunt! You are tightening like an old mare!"
Tommy's dirty words made Ivar furious. He heard his brother teasing him when he was not macho enough. Now he opened up, and tried to stay open.
"That's better baby, much better." Tommy placed a large amount of lube in Ivar's partly open arse. "Now I'll turn your ass into a loving boy-cunt baby, a boy-cunt for huge men to play with, eh?" He added a second finger and put them slowly into the tight boy. The fire was intense when Tommy added a third finger, but Ivar liked it and hoped he could manage not to cum. When Tommy rotated the fingers and found the small love point inside, he screamed.
"Shut up, chick, the neighbours will think I'm killing you. Use this!" He made a roll with Ivar's own bikini and put it between his teeth.
Without warning Tommy changed from using fingers to the conical butt-plug. He greased the black rubber toy with lube and placed it at the entrance. "Push out now, girl. Show off your cunt for the black rubber cock you have chosen." Tommy had one hand on the plug, and was wanking himself with the other. He was dripping hard, and he hoped that Ivar after a while would exchange the pain to pleasure.
The devil inside helped Ivar, who pushed back and swallowed the conical plug in one movement. The size was much like Tommy's cock, but his sphincter could relax a bit when the plug was inside. Tommy pulled the plug out, then pushed it back inside, and he did it again. He watched Ivar's cock which was still rock-hard.
"You raise a hand if you want me to stop, okay?" Tommy greased up his cock.
Ivar could not answer with the gag in the mouth, but he gave a hand-sign. He was ready.
Tommy placed his mushroom head at the entrance and pushed. There was no reaction, but Ivar tried to raise his upper body. The super athlete easily forced Ivar's head down on the bed then he in a way lifted his butt and with one movement he was inside.
"You took it, baby! You took it!" Tor continued the pressure and the three-finger thick cock slid slowly into Ivar's boy-cunt. Then he stopped. No sound from Ivar, and his erection was gone.
"You okay, baby? You, okay?" Tommy was concerned for the youngster.
"Why are you stopping, stallion? Your cock is like a dead sausage, giant!" Ivar had spat out the gag. He made himself tough, but the pain was intense. He felt as if he was being split in two.
Tommy started a careful fuck and Ivar tried to adjust his body. "I hate to be fucked like a sheep!" Ivar cried. "I want to watch my lover. I want to kiss you, Tommy. I want you to make love to me, not just a raw fuck. Let me be your girl then, if that's what you want!"
Very carefully Tommy withdrew his iron-hard cock and turned Ivar over and pulled him to the end of the bed. He put the pillow under the boy's hips, spread his legs and with his forceful hands he virtually lifted Ivar's butt from the pillow and spread his legs. With no need for hand-help, he penetrated Ivar again, and when the youngster howled he lowered his head and closed the cry with a long-lasting kiss.
Tommy changed between long strokes and shorter strokes and Ivar was about to lose some of his pain.
"Use this and you come to heaven faster!" Tommy gave Ivar a small clear bottle.
"No drugs! I've promised my mumÉ" Ivar protested.
"This isn't drugs, it's just nitrous oxide, like your mum used when she gave birth to you! Sniff it now and feel the joy of a real man-fuck." Tommy continued his pounding.
Ivar sniffed the stuff, but didn't like it. Tommy had changed to some small rotations, and Ivar felt a change within his groin. His balls went harder, his cock was stiff again, and pre-cum was dripping from his piss-slit. Ivar used his hands to please Tommy, caressing his chin and his ears before finding his nipples. Tommy was close to cumming and Ivar could feel his cock harden even more. Ivar folded his hands behind Tommy's neck.
"You are so good to me Tommy. You are so fucking good. You areÉyou are...I'mÉI'm, damn, I'mÉ" Ivar was into a heavy orgasm. Without wanking and without Tommy's hands, he spunked hands-free, as if he was in a heavy teenage dream. His arse muscles contacted and sent geysers of jizz all over his own body, from face and hair to the pumping belly.
Ivar's orgasm was the trigger that made Tommy explode. He pushed his cock as deep at he could inside Ivar and filled him with his man-milk. His howl was now what was heard in the primitive rooms.
"Give me your cock, Tommy. Please let me clean you, let me taste my first stallion's cum." Ivar smiled.
"I need the protein more," Tommy said. With a big tongue he licked Ivar's body as if he was dog. At the end the two melted together in a long and tender kiss that tasted of boy-milk and the milk from the young athlete.
Ivar opened his Spartacus guide. He had made many marks on the pages for Oslo and Copenhagen. In one hour his train would arrive at the Gare du Nord in Paris. The Spartacus Guide had some yellow underlines. The youngster was ready for his next city. He just wondered why the male couple on the opposite side of the carriage appeared to have stripped him with their eyes since they had boarded the train in Brussels.
To be continued.