The Tall Slender Very Blond Finish Guy

"Enjoy the day, gentlemen!"

I didn't exactly hold that old fusspot of a judge in great esteem, but this was one court order I intended to respect. Can you imagine a Friday in June, a steaming Friday in June, cooped up in court, trying to get a client off, when he was so obviously guilty he might as well have carried a neon sign saying "I did it!"? To top that off, the prosecutor didn't know his job, the judge interrupted me constantly, and I had lost my five last cases. What happened to the romance of defending the underdog?

In any case, my client was on his way to prison, and I was on my way out of there. The robing room was stuffier and mouldier than I could remember it, but my stop was a short one.

Free at last, free at last! Four glorious weeks of holiday, woooohh! Not a lot of documents in my briefcase. That meant plenty of space for my jacket and tie. I decided there and then that I would sit down at the first and best watering hole I reached, provided there were vacant seats outside, in the sun.

Two minutes later, I had spotted a good table, and with visions of chilled lager (yes, I'm a beer heretic; I like it cold), I hurried towards it.

"Voi kamalan aika!" a voice behind me exclaimed. Hm, Finns. I turned my head slightly. Voi kamalan aika, indeed. It means something like "My goodness", and I had expected someone middle-aged and prim, but on that score I was sadly (or gladly) mistaken. He was the archetype of the Finn: Tall, slender, very blonde, high cheekbones, the lot. And he was not middle-aged. Possibly a couple of years younger than my 25. His companion was hot, too, but he wasn't a revelation, not like...

"Seppo!" exclaimed the other guy, sounding shocked. "Ehka han ymmarra, mita sanoit." (Maybe he understands what you're saying).

Seppo laughed. "Ei! Han on Englantilainen. Luuletko, etta monta Englantilaiset puhuvat Suomea?" (No! He's English. Do you think lots of Englishmen speak Finnish?)

For the next twenty minutes, they kept this up, Seppo commenting on just about every young guy in the place, and lots of those who passed on the street, too. He kept returning to me, however, and the things he'd like to do with me. His mate, Esko, seemed more interested in the girls, and also less courageous, constantly telling Seppo to be careful. Me, I just basked in the sun and the comments about my gorgeous body. I always thought it was pretty nice, but young Seppo seemed to find me infinitely desirable.

After a few minutes, he made a call on his mobile, and fortunately he gave whoever was at the other end his number. He said it twice, and slowly, giving me time to jot it down. I sat staring at the piece of paper for a while, then downed the last of my beer, stiffened the sinews and summoned up the blood, and called him.

"Seppo taalla", he answered (Seppo here).

"Taalla puhuu Sam", I said softly (Sam speaking). "Haluatko yrittaa sankyni?" (Wanna try my bed?) I knew that wasn't too well phrased, but it was the best I could do. My vocabulary in Finnish is still limited, as is my grammar.

"Huh?"

I turned towards him, lifting my phone. He spotted me, and his paleness disappeared, to be replaced by a lobster look. Quickly, before he had time to think anymore, I crossed over to his table. In halting Finnish, I told him my place was only five minutes away by taxi, and he could be back here with Esko in an hour. Thirty seconds later, with a dazed-looking Nordic in tow, I was parleying with a taxi driver.

The ride was short and quick, and we didn't speak much. He asked my how I knew Finnish, and I told him I had taken classes, just for the fun of it. That's my idea of fun, you know, learning peculiar languages. I found out that he was 22, and a university student, majoring in Russian. That was about as far as we got before the cabman delivered us at my flat.

Still a little worried that he might back out, I walked quickly to the door and ushered him inside. As soon as the door slammed, I put my briefcase on the floor, my hand on his crotch and kissed him hard. He mmmphed a bit, but it wasn't long before he was stroking my arse and humping my hand.

I backed off and led him by his belt to the bedroom. I had his shorts open in five seconds, and he eagerly followed my lead, loosing his shirt, socks and underwear in a flash. I took a moment to admire him. God, he was hot! Slender, smooth, just the right amount of muscle. Toned, but not bulky. I got naked, too, and almost as if we'd rehearsed it, both of us took a dive and landed on the queen-sized bed. The only good piece of furniture in the place, but then it was by far the most important.

I scooted round until I had his Nordic prick right in my vision. "Oh, God!" I whimpered, then gobbled damn near the whole thing down my throat. It was just the right size, about six and a half inches, foreskin intact, and gloriously thick. Pale, too, like the rest of him.

Within seconds, my head was bobbing up and down on the fat pole, eliciting moans and heavy breathing from its owner. He quickly remembered what he was there for, though, and my own cock was treated to the warmth of a mouth. He sucked hard and fast. Not much tongue, not a lot of refinement, but the urgency of it all was so exciting, I knew I'd spew out my load really quickly. I cupped his bollocks. They were riding his shaft already. After another fifteen seconds or so, he gasped out: "I'm cumming, Sam!". I lifted off him, and stroked the wondrous thing a few times, and then the hot spunk hit me. Nose, chin, throat, chest, it seemed the young sperm would never stop flying.

"Yaaaah!" I had almost forgotten about my own orgasm, but my Finnish friend had the presence of mind to remember his duties. I stiffened, the intensity of the cum almost making me choke. One, two, three, four mighty contractions later, and I could more or less feel what was going on again. That part of the orgasm is the best, when the ejaculation is almost over, and I can savour the sensations more fully.

I looked down at him and laughed. My prick in his hand, my slimy discharge in puddles all over his chest and a big, goofy smile all over his sweet face. He understood about fun, all right!

Lying down beside him, I reached out to smear my jizz over his smooth body.

"That was great, Sam. Thank you."

"Thank you, Seppo. You speak better English than I do Finnish."

"Thank you again. You want some more of me? I'm not meeting Esko again for another forty-five minutes."

I flashed him my best smile, and reached under the bed for the towel I keep there. After I had wiped us both down, we settled in for some more kissing. Not so hard this time, but good. Oh, so good!

He rolled over to lie on his back with me over him. Tongues dueling, his hands started roaming my back, from the shoulderblades down to my arse cheeks, up again, then down, stroking my arse. I love that. The feeling of a warm pair of hands on my almost smooth bottom is so sweet!

I lifted off him a little.

"Seppo on taas iso poika!" I laughed (Seppo is a big boy again).

"Tietysti", he replied softly (Of course).

"Mita sitten Seppo haluaa nyt?" (What does Seppo want now, then?).

He pulled my face to him and kissed me long. Releasing me, he smiled and spread his legs.

"Fuck me, Sam!"

I kissed his dainty little nose, then reached under the bed again. I kept condoms and lubrication there. Quickly, I rolled a condom over my once more completely erect cock, unscrewed the lid from the tube of lube, then placed the head at his hole and pushed lightly. Not as if I was going to enter him, just as a declaration of intent. I bent down and kissed his left nipple, then let my tongue flip over it. He moaned. I bit it, lightly at first, then harder. He was getting loud, starting to thrash about a bit. He was in my thrall now. I repeated the process with the other nipple, then made a small trail with my tongue down to his bellybutton. I don't think he found it too sexy when I let the tip of the tongue enter it, but he did giggle. Gently nibbling at his pubic bush, I progressed over his cockhead, down the shaft, taking each bollock into my mouth and pulling at it, down the perineum and to my goal.

I started with a light lick just above the puckered opening, then moving to attack it directly, licking at first, then penetrating as far as my tongue would go.

"Ooooh! Ei koskaan..." (Never).

"What?" I mumbled.

"It's wonderful, Sam. Nobody has ever done that to me. Keep going!"

I did, for about two minutes. I reached for the lube tube, squeezed out a good-sized dollop for me, then squirted another on him. I spread it out, and was just working a finger inside him, when he interrupted.

"Don't keep me waiting any longer, Sam! Just do it! Fuck me!"

I moved into position and aimed the head directly at his hole. He grabbed my bum and pulled.

"Waaaah!" he yelled as I penetrated him fully. Afraid I'd hurt him, I wanted to withdraw, but he just pulled harder.

"Don't, Sam! I want you in there. It hurts, but it's a good hurt, and it will go away soon. Just wait a little before you start moving."

He pulled me down for another kiss. And another. And one more. And then he pushed his arse against me. I lifted up, grabbed both his heels and began the fuck. Slowly at first, watching as my six-incher moved within him. He reached for his own legs, pulling them close to his body, giving me free access to his depths. My own hands under his arse (or the small of his back, rather), I gave it to him hard. Pushing it, shoving it, ramming it inside! Wham! Wham! Wham! The sound of my groin hitting him almost gave the impression that I was spanking his cute behind rather than fucking it. Perhaps I was.

I lasted maybe three minutes. By that time I had no thought for him, only for my own impending release. With a series of animal grunts, groans and squeals, I let go, flooding the condom with my precious fluids.

As I opened my eyes, the goofy grin was back below me.

"You fuck good, Sam."

"Oww, I bet you say that to all the boys."

"I do, but you were the best. Really. Kiss me!"

My cock still lodged inside him, I did. Not once, not twice, but...I don't know how many times, but it seemed to last forever. Finally, though, I grew limp and slipped out of him. He was still hard and mighty. "Iso Seppo". Big Seppo.

We had a little time, and he fucked me, too. In my favourite position, with me on my stomach, and he plugging me from behind, making full body contact.

The promised hour soon ended, and he got dressed again. I gave him directions on the map so he could find his way back to Esko, kissed him goodbye, and he left. Out on the street, he turned, smiled, waved and shouted: "Soittaa minulle!" (Call me!) I nodded and shut the door. On the floor, I found my shirt, with the note in the pocket. Seppo's number. "Mina soitan, Seppo", I whispered. "I'll call."

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written by einhard