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A little exhausted I arrived in the mountain hut and order a whole liter of cyclists. Suddenly someone comes up to me: “Man, Lars … You are?..??… “Somehow it dawns. “Lapland…!!!! At that time!!! You saved my life …“The groschen falls:“ Ivo ……????“Of course, that’s ivo.
A little older, like all of us. But he also still seems to be “top shape”. How long has it been? 20 years …….longer?
My old youth buddy Werner came up with the idea of doing a sled dog tour in the extreme far north of Lapland in mid -February. Then it was actually great, but really cold.
On the last afternoon of the tour we sent back our guide with the dogs in advance, for breakfast to say goodbye, we wanted to get some fish again while ice fishing, so that it was only later on snowshoes with headlamps on the head of the trail back to the “base bearing” of the lifts.
A night hike, only we in silence, under the clear, cold starry sky with northern lights, Werner has been enthusiastic about me for days. However, the dear animals were hungry and were more interested in eating and cuddly camps than for these northern lights, for which we hope again that last evening. In short: we sent the barking pack back into the camp and are out here alone in the snowy rough loneliness and in a good mood, especially since we make good prey on our ice sheets.
We just want to set off slowly, it is already dawning, and starting the way home for several hours when a figure with a backpack can be perceived on the other side of the lake. She saw us and comes up to us. A guy of our age. We still want to call him the warning not to choose the Direttissima, because in his place under the ice a vigorously flowing stream stuck and there is a risk of break -in.
And it had happened already. Suddenly you only see half of him and then nothing more …. Sch …… really big Sch …! We hurry over the ice and see it fidgeted in the water.
He does not seem to be quite inexperienced because he tries to lying on his back to get over the load -bearing ice edge.
This is actually the right “survival” tactics. However, he keeps breaking a. Werner tries to grab him on his shoulder and ignores my warning in his overzealous way to want to help, also my warning. Suddenly there are two guys in the icy water.
What a disaster that evening. I can do little, except to pay attention to the thickness of the ice and give them tips where it will become a firmer in my impression.
In the treeless area I can’t even move a branch to support and a rope is of course on the long -term luggage sled. After a few minutes, the “shipwrecked” are still on fixed terrain.
At least they could reach for my legs, which, however.
Of course, both boys slotten pathetic and an unpleasant cool wind also occurs. This is the fabric that can become a life -threatening hypothermia. I already notice the icy cold, although I’m “only” wet down.
I curse the fishing and night hike idea inside. From the point of view of this event, it was negligent to stay without luggage. But who would have come up with this idea? Now it’s just that.
Now it goes, as dramatic it sounds, especially for the two guys survive.
It is in this climate zone. The night should drop again to minus 15 to 20 degrees, as on the nights in front of it, and regardless of the nasty wind, which is difficult to do so. The backpack of our guest is, along with its clothes, disappeared deep in the lake. And of course Werner also has no replacement underwear.
Fortunately for all of us, at least I kept my emergency bivouac sack in my daily backpack with the stuff to ice fishing. It includes a two-man tent made of foil and a corresponding sheep bag. It is also made of foil, but at least cold -repellent instead of cozy. We also have my dry clothes and a lamb fur ceiling on which we were sitting when fishing.
“Move!!!“I command and now take the command. There is no time for discussions and democratic votes, especially since the alternatives are also missing.
More badly than right than right we attach the cords of the “tent” to some larger bushes in a somewhat wind -protected cow. We put the blanket in and the foils over it.
My parka will also be duvet. Firewood is not. We have to cuddle together and use our body heat mutually.”Werner blasphemed played” Huuuch, how erotic “and tries to keep humor.
Ivo, that is the name of the unlucky, cannot laugh yet and is cuddly smaller. He apologizes for the most dozen times, but that doesn’t help now to blame him for his carelessness.
As I said, it is as it is and we just have to survive this night together. The next morning, someone will surely be able to see the warehouse by SK ** oo at the latest and look at us as soon as you notice our absence. Then the “evacuation” should not be a problem. But until then we have to make the best of the situation.
We squeeze ourselves into the 2-man biawak and in the 2-man sleeping bag. Although we are somewhat slim, it becomes hellish. Werner is already naked. Our totally frozen new buddy should be in the middle.
He leaves the underpants. Also generous too. I protest. “Sorry, if I have to warm you, I don’t want your cold, wet underpants, but your warm ass stomach.
After all, I don’t want to get an icicles down there.“Regardless of the emergency, I will hopefully soon be a warm butt on tail Better than a wet cold underpants. When he finally pulls her off I see a pretty, hairless, crisp butt.
His penis, which easily escapes over pretty eggs, is currently more of a stummy. OK. This may be due to the cold in particular.
The poorest Bibbert to the godly barmen. Werner and I take him in the middle in an embryonic attitude. Werner got my thermal shirt. My T-shirt Ivo.
Our pants are outdoors outside. They are in the best sense of the word, because after moving out they are immediately frozen.
OK. Comfortable works differently.
Three male bodies in a confined space. So it becomes increasingly warmer in the thermal foil dwelling. Ivo has not been trembling for some time. My shorts are rather funny than second underpants, which now represent his headgear.
Most of the body heat is lost over the head. It shouldn’t be more loss.
I only keep my slip as the last piece of clothing. The inevitable pressure of his bare butt on my cock has a certain effect there.
And not just a “certain”. How will Ivo react? Obviously as I hope for from boys. With my Finger I stroke the gently and no longer “warm -massive” his side. A slight sighing shows me that he is obviously not averse to touching a male hand.
On the contrary. His butt increases the pressure on my bump. Very gently he begins to rub himself. That will be too much for my pipe.
I pull my panties down a little and my best piece fills out its crack well and warmly. He strengthens his, but still slight friction. But it still happens as if everything is random and unintentional. Boahhhhh.
It totally turns me on. In the last few days I occasionally driven it with Werner. However, it was not too intense, also because of the evening exhaustion, and only, like when wanking fast, quickly dismantled a drive jam.
In contrast, the scene is totally erotic despite the evil circumstances. She has something from the “first time” and tingling in her stomach.
Werner snores easily and evenly. He still doesn’t seem to get any of our hustle and bustle. Whether there will be a fuck? I think about it “how” and that I can hardly penetrate the guy with a dry cock and from the side without “damage”. As if my good piece suspected what I think, it is suddenly without warning.
It flows in an unusually large quantity. The IVOS column becomes very moist and very glitical. But no longer from the cold sea water, but through my body fluid.
Ivo stops rubbing.
Is it acidic? “Did you come?“, He whispers. “Nope”, I whisper, gently stroking, back. “If you need it, you can fuck me”. What an invitation.
I would probably only turn it out at 89 in the old people’s home if nothing would work below. He angles his leg slightly as part of our general inability to move in the close foil covering. From behind it becomes lousy cold on the skin. Pleasantly hot and lustful to the front.
My glans dripped happily further and is now right at the entrance. Without much resistance, it overcomes the obstacle with slight pressure from my pelvis.
I actually wanted to look at the Northern Lights tonight. Now I see completely different lights. A wild ride is completely impossible.
But a gentle, tender sliding, as before in and on his ass clever, but now until it stops deep inside it. With my right hand I feel my mind, where of course I also find his fingers. The foreskin is pushed back.
From the poor, small, cold sausages has become a strong stake where we play with two hands.
He wanked more and more violently, I gently crawle his Egg and increasingly focus on my fuck. “I want you to come deep inside me,” he whispers. “Tell me when you’re ready. I want the orgasm together with you “.
A little connoisseur. But it is not that time yet.
Werner has become awake. “What is going on here?“, He murmurs a little mistakes.
Instead of an answer, I boost Ivo’s tail in the direction of Werner’s butt. This is also shown ready for admission. Whether he has already secretly worked with a little spit? In any case, a splendid sandwitch triangle is developing. Sorry, dear Ivo.
“Jeeeetet.. Jaaaaaaaa, ”I scream and discharge my well -filled eggs in several batches a little too quickly in it. He also rushes. His sauce lands at the same time in and partly to Werner’s ass.
How would I like to milk his tail now. He turns around and the film tears.
Now it gets really lousy cold. But we don’t feel it properly as long as we use Werner with our mouths.
Ivos and my tongue play on him until he was sperm generously on our faces and tongues and also widespread in too small quantities. Some splashes immediately freeze on the skin of the outside film. A engine noise. SK ** OOS.
Light. Call in the language of the rags.
We squeeze out and stand naked in the light cone of the motor sledges in front of three or four thick hooded locals. I no longer remember it that exactly.
I briefly explain what happened. That I have sperm on my face doesn’t really bother. We mumble in warm reindeer skins that they give us, I also have the parka and tear our camp off. We almost forgot the fishing in the meantime from the evening before.
It goes back under fabulously sparkling and flickering northern lights. So still! The whole sky glows green and bright as with an orgasm in bright colors in the head.
The big sauna is still hot in the camp and we sit in. That is really good now and afterwards I only need a little cooling.
In the heat you only notice how cold it was until recently. On the reindeer skins I fall into a deep sleep in our Kate, in the middle of which still glows wood. I only wake up when something hard, warm on my butt. “I want to retaliate,” says Ivo.
I willingly go to my knees and hold my ass. A Lappin comes in and throws fresh wood on the fireplace … we don’t let ourselves be disturbed. The smoke pulls up.
She laughs, points to us and says something in her language “Bappa Härkä Hirvi” or something like that. Only later do I find out what was meant: “Breakable moose bulls”.
I tell Ivo at the heavy wooden table of the mountain hut. Since Lapland and the unfortunately very rapid and fleeting farewell at the time, we quickly had to go to the plane after Umeo, we hadn’t seen and spoken.
“Honest?!? I hadn’t noticed that a girl came in there, ”he giggles. “How embarrassing! But are you still gay? Then we could play moose bulls again?!?”
sure, of course!!! We did it. And how. But now in a cozy warm two-bed room of a Austrian mountain hut in 2.000m height.
We thrown the ceilings on the floor. It’s not cold. The clothes landed in the corner a little later. We smooched, our parts were hard without oral and manual operation.
Of course I ordered the warm greetings afterwards. He was really jealous. After us, Ivo had stayed in Lapland until early summer and had even temporarily lined up with a locals. “But it was more of a reindeer cow instead of moose bull,” he blasphemed.
We drank the glasses empty in the dining room of the hut and, as I said, went up to our room, as I said with stiff cocks. “Let’s do it like back then?… first you me, then I you?”… Gladly! There was a lot of sperm.
Like “back then” we drove it bare. First I gently and tenderly lubricated from the side with sun milk, then he, a little “wilder”, again in the dog position from behind.
“Leave me to your tongue beforehand rosette. I have been dreaming of that since then.” OK.
And he’s a super -carrier delicious. He was probably again under proper pressure in the eggs. Really good fucks. When I wake up, I feel his hard in my ass hours later.
Now he really organizes me again. Wow! It feels good! Nothing from the then stummy to the bathroom in the Nordic lake. Rather again model by moose with gigantic eggs. He comes again.
Me too.
This morning we unfortunately separated very early afterwards. We agree in Contact to stay. My underpants are well moist from the inside, as soon as I pulled them up.
His juice seeps outwards. It was probably a decent amount that he hosed back into me again. I didn’t wipe my ass, but kept his generous liquid farewell gifts in me and immediately pulled up the slip after getting up.
He wanted to go up to the Glacier, to the summit and stood at the beginning of his tour, I had to go home down into the valley. The job calls.
This time we at least exchanged the addresses. “Pay attention to the top of Lake Glacier”, I laugh at him with a laugh when he was already a good bit higher and removed. He waves back grinning. The wind dries my soaked trousers.
A pleasantly cool-glissive feeling between the buttocks.. With the fingertip I pick up the smell again and sniff. Yummy!
Copyright bisexualar’s “memories”. Short history 2015
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