Finland. It was my luck. While the rest of my mates had been chosen to travel south for the week to Spain or Greece or Israel or even Africa, my luck was Finland. Dark. Cold. Mysterious. Almost asleep for the winter.
As I headed out for my week long student ambassador trip to Rovienemi, Finland, my heart wasn t exactly filled with joy. But what happened to me that week was something that that lit a fire that still burns bright from the memories in my brain to the warmth of my long hot dick.
I was seventeen at the time, and had been chosen from my secondary school to be a part of a student exchange program. For one week, families would change their sons for another. When I signed up for the program, I dreamed of warm sunny days in Southern Europe, wearing nothing but my Speedos on bright sand beaches. I would return to my native Holland with a deep tan, and my curly blonde hair would shine bright in the Dutch gray winter. Instead, I was heading to the Roviemi - known for its location on the Arctic Circle. It is known for Laplanders and reindeer and dark and quiet people that come to life only in the summer. My only hope was a tradition known year round in that country - the tradition of the sauna.
I was promptly met at the train station by my family - and soon found myself hurried out of the dark night and into a warm home. There may have been dark outside, but inside, the light woods of the house combined with a fire made a festive atmosphere.
When my family took off their coats, I realized I was staying with some terrific people. My guest family mother was beautiful. The father was tall, dark with deep blue eyes. His ship building career had made him strong and intense. He had fathered three equally stunning boys - Oli was the oldest, but was now in my home with my family as part of the exchange. Jaci was the youngest and immediately adopted me as his older brother. And then there was Pekka. Really, it is a Finnish name! When he walked into the room for the first time, my mouth dropped open. In front of me stood a god - tall and dark wavy hair. His jaw was square and his eyes piercing.
We were home no longer than five minutes, and Pekka walked into the room and said Let s do Sauna. It was normally he tradition of the entire family to go nakedly into the house sauna. But since I was the guest, the family mother suggested we do the traditional guest arrival sauna while she fixed the evening meal. Little Jaci grabbed my hand, and off we were to the basement to bond as men.
I had never been to a traditional Finnish sauna, and so I was quite surprised as all of the men entered into a room and stripped off their clothes. My knees literally buckled as Pekka pulled down his shorts without shame and there, hanging in front of me, was a beautiful cock. I knew I was in trouble, as I tried to think what I could do to hide my excitement.
Little Jaci just starred at me - telling me something in Finnish that I knew quickly meant to take my clothes off as he grabbed at my briefs and pulled them down. I guess we were going to do this - ready or not.
Jaci, Pekka, the father and I entered into the hot dimly lit room. I followed Pekka white butt in front of me, and took a spot in the corner. The instant head definitely distracted me for the moment. After doing the first round of sweating, we went outside for the first break - which included cold bottle of Lapin Kaulta Beir. Here we were, four men, standing around in our glory, drinking beer. For me, my eyes kept finding their way to Pekka s crotch - and I could tell he was a bit amazed at the blonde fuzz that ran from my navel to my low hanging balls. After a moment of silence, he looked at me and said Are you ready to be whipped? I must have spit my beir across the room in surprise. Pekka explained that the best way to stimulate the pores was to be whipped with birch leaves. He picked up several of the small branches and began whipping his body. I just stood their watching this stud whip himself. Then he told me to turn around. He lightly at first, began whipping the branch across my body, half whipping and half rubbing the leaves into my back. Then he moved lower, and started whipping at my butt. I was glad when my host father and Jaci went back inside the sauna, because as he whipped and almost tickeled, my dick did a hand spring - and I couldn t control it. I heard him say to hold still as he walked up right behind me. I moaned as he pressed his naked body to mine from behind. His long dick had become hard, and as he reached around me with his hands and the birch leaves, I jumped as I felt his dick begin to nestle between the muscles of my butt. He as he sort of pulsed behind me, the birch leaves explored the front of my body, tickling and massaging my strutting cock.
I felt him bite the back of my neck as he wiggled his dick up and down in the folds of my ass. My body tensed as I felt him tickle the right places with the leaves. I moaned as I felt him suddenly stop and announce it was time for the sausages.
As we were heading into the sauna, thankfully the guest father and little brother were leaving, saying they were through and would see us at the meal. Still having hardly said a word, Pekka stoked the sauna fire and then told me we would be doing the traditional sauna baptism. He just smiled. And then threw the fat German sausages onto the fire. The air was instantly filled with the smell of grilling meats. Pekka grabbed the bucket and brush, and told me to stand up. He started from my feet, and started scrubbing upwards. When he got near my cock, he stopped and handed me the brush and told me to do the same.
I started at his feet, but instead of keeping my eyes on his toes, I stared at his cock that pointed at me. I slowly moved up his thighs and like the raising of a flag, his cock became hard and long. I couldn t take it anymore, and opened my mouth and sucked in his hard dick. He smiled every so lightly and slowly thrust it into my mouth. As I licked up and down the thick staff, I moved my hands around his waist and massaged his butt. He just started moaning, as I worked first a finger and then two into his tight white ass. He suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth, and grabbed one of the sausages. He turned around, and in one slow turn, stuffed the entire ten inch sausage up his butt. My mouth was watering to taste - but I wasn t sure I knew which part I wanted most. He told me the tradition was that I was supposed to see if I could eat the sausage without using my hands and without letting any piece fall to the ground. I moved my tongue to the dark hole that now showed only a small piece of the sausage. I slowly moved my mouth into his ass, and nibbled on the sausage as it slowly was pushed back my way. At times, I would push the sausage back in - and then nibble on his butt. Pekka moaned at this. Pekka couldn t take it anymore and begged me in his few brief Finnish words to
Eat it and fuck me. I gobbled down the last bites, and couldn t wait to share my sausage. The sausage and my nibbling, in addition to the heat had made his ass crack dripping - and I pushed the head of my dick up his ass in one swooping move. I reached around this hunk of a guy and held on for dear life as I pounded my dick into his ass. He was sweating from the heat, and I my hand just roamed his body at random. Each time I pushed in, I heard him groan and grunt. And he just kept saying, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. And I did. And that night, as I sat there in the sauna, and in one last explosion I pumped my seed into his ass, I realized that Finland for a week might not be so bad after all. And I knew what fun a Pekka might be.
And that was the truth - for it was only a beginning. Wait until I tell you how he introduced me to reindeer milk.