Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 03:01:20 EDT
From: Vanderfeld@aol.com
Subject: A NORWEIGIAN INNITIATION

The overwhelming reponse to THE NORWEGIAN INNITIATION was terrific. Hundreds
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A NORWEIGIAN INNITIATION
By Stefan Vanderfeld
Vanderfeld@aol.com

PART I - THE WELCOME

I was up in Central Norway. It was in December - so the days were dark. And
there was snow quite deep. We were still south of the Arctic Circle...but
close enough that we knew what cold was. My friend was in the Norwegian
military. And he was stationed in a camp full of hot, buffed, Norwegian
dudes.....all blonde..all chiseled face....and hormones running wild since
most were around 19 years old.

So, when I got there - me with my dark German hair....dark
complexion....bright green eyes....I definitely stood out from the rest. As I
entered the camp, it was dinnertime. We headed to the large room where the
guys ate. I walked in - and there was this immediate silence. They stopped
and stared. My friend sat me down at a table, and we dined on smoked salmon,
boiled potatoes with dill sauce, and a cloudberry cake. But it seemed like
everyone wanted to hang around at our table...they wanted to talk
English....and ask about TV shows...and find out what the dark haired dude
was doing there....And they stared at me. Just looked. Looked at. Looked
through. Looked up. And looked down. And I looked. It was like I had been
tossed into a box of chocolates.

Finally - someone said - "we have to initiate him into Norwegian culture
tonight." It was Friday - and so it seemed it was time to have a little fun
with the American. They said - have you ever lived as a Sami?"A what?" I
asked. A Sami. I said no, but it sounded interesting. They asked me how
daring I was. I told them I was quite daring. They said it was a Norwegian
tradition - but if they were going to go through the trouble of recreating a
night of being with the Sami - I would have to go along with it.

I always believe in doing as the natives do, so, I said, Sure, what the
hell?" . Tor Endre (my friends name) said some stuff in Norwegian - and then
they all smiled. Their words drifted from phrases filled with words like
sauuna to reker and torsk and the lastly to laavu. When a tall blue eyed boy
in the back said the word "laavu" - they all cheered and in one broad swoop,
looked at me and smiled. And then they said good bye and they were gone. They
walked away - 7 guys in tight green military pants...with the lines of the
butt riding tight. They walked away smiling.

I asked Tor - what we had to do. He said first we had to go back and change
clothes. And then we were to meet the boys an hour later.  We headed out into
the frigid cold and headed for Tor Endre's room.  Tor told me to dress warmly
- because we were going outdoors - and would need to keep warm. Then he
smiled, and said, "At least in the beginning of the evening."

Now Tor  was a good friend - but we had never shared the knowledge of being
attracted to each other. One time, after skiing, we had agreed to give each
other massages. I was shocked when he agreed and promptly stripped down to
his birthday suit. That night was one of the most erotic I can remember - and
it was then that I had a feeling that perhaps girls might not be enough for
me.

Tor threw me this piece of clothing that I had never seen before. He said it
was traditional underwear for Norwegian winter skiing.This thing was like a
one piece button underwear - complete with buttons that ran down the back and
up the middle.I asked him how to wear it. He said he would show me - and that
I should bring it with me - and I could put it on later.I sort of shrugged
and said whatever - but in my pants, my dick jumped - imagining the intamacy
of having another guy helping me put on underwear. I knew at that moment that
I was going to be in big trouble. Or perhaps - big luck. Bundled up tight in
winter wear, we headed out into the dark night.

It was so dark that night.....and so cold. But the air was so crisp. Outside,
you could smell wood burning in the air. And up ahead - you could see the
dark shape of a small building where several guys were walking towards. Tor
told me that the evening tradition would in the Sauuna. He said we had to
first rid ourselves of nissen. I looked up at him inquisitively, and just
smiled, and said, "You will see."

We walked up to the building. I stopped in my tracks as I turned the corner
and came face to face with 3 naked boys. No clothes. In the middle of winter.
And two more were slowly peeling of winter layers of warmth.

The colors around me were of such contrast. The building was dark brown from
years of smoke and weather. The ground was white from fresh fallen snow. The
sky was dark blue. And the boys around me were blonde, white and glowing.

It was like a pageant as the three dudes turned in unison - and with them,
came the swinging of 3 - white - with blonde patches of soft hair - dicks.
Swinging in unison. As they turned to say hello.I just stared. Up. Down. And
then I don't know where. I was so stunned and amazed. They said that if I
hurried - they would wait for me and have the traditional toast. Near the
sauuna - or sauna as we spell it - was a little wooden stool. On the stool
were shot classes full of a liquid.....and a small leaf floating on the
liquid.These guys were so young....and they hardly had any hair on their
chests. They said they would help me get undressed since they were freezing.
And so immediately - these three guys crowded around me - getting close to
help me undress.

They all stepped in from three directions - and I had hands unzipping and
unbuttoning and pulling and tugging. I was so stunned - that I just sort of
stood there - and let them undress me. I was a little nervous. Back in the
states, we sure wouldn't be so comfortable in standing naked while helping
another guy undress.  They did it as if it were the most common thing they
had ever done. As if they naturally stood around and undressed each other all
the time.As my jacket came off...and my flannel shirts.....their bodies got
closer and closer.I felt one guy bend down, and unbotton my pants.....another
pulled up at my t-shirt.....and yet another worked on my trek boots. I felt
like I was in a dream. It was so cold out that I was shaking. But the
intensity of seeing three guys pulling at me could have done nothing to hide
my excitement.

As the guy came to my back side to pull my trowsers down - he stopped after
pulling down a couple of inches - realizing something was stuck. He reached
around from behind me - attempting to see what was stopping the pants from
falling down - and realized that my dick was holding on - almost daring him
to move it out of the way. He did. He reach around - and just snaked his hand
in my underwear and moved my dick. My hard dick - that was ready for action.
With anything. And particularly with these hot blond dudes. Later, my friend
would tell me that these guys up in Norway are so comfortable with bodies -
that this stuff isn't so uncommon. It was just an uninhibited culture. I
stepped out of my clothes - and soon stood there - naked except for socks.
Each of the guys crowded around me - and we all locked arm in arm - butt
cheek to butt cheek. .But then - I could tell that they were excited to have
a visitor there - because half of them had dicks that were starting to rise.
I was embarrassed. They loved it.

They reached over and handed out the shot glasses. We were 6 guys outside, in
the winter, butt naked - and we had shot glasses in our hands. Soren yelled
"Skol" - and tipped the glass back.  For a moment, they all hesitated and
stared deep into my eyes. In one swallow, they threw back their glasses, but
still had their eyes glued to my facewatching. As I started to throw back
the glass, I noticed fire and tears coming from their eyes, realizing that
perhaps this stuff had a kick. But my glass was already on a trajectory
toward my lips, and there was not stopping it. They watched in anticipation.
They knew what would happen.

About the time the liquid hit my throat was about the time that I screamed.
My mouth and throat was on fire - and the next thing I knew, I was tipping
over into the arms of two sets of hand behind me. Two strong arms grabbed in
all places....and the next thing i knew - I was laying back in a Norwegian
cradle of young men -  their hands nestled on my buns - my back - my head.
The stopped me from completely falling over into the snow. Like an echo in my
ears, I heard Tor tell me that I now knew good Norwegian Aquavit.

In attempt to revive me - they started the brisk rub. On my legs. On my arms.
Underneath me. Hands everywhere. Rubbing. Trying to restore me to the world.
It was like a million needles rubbing all over me. Isn't that a great feeling
they asked of me. It was a rush. The liquor. The blonde faces peering down at
me. And the hairless hands briskly running all over my body. Little by little
- they covered every part of my body.......they said the needle type effect
should be felt everywhere. I was conscious that the set of hands underneath
me were nestled in my ass - and I could feel the sensation as fingers gently.
I heard them murmor something about warmth. The hands moved closer and closer
to the warmest part of my body...and soon, they were under my balls and
around my balls and at the hollows of my hips.

Finally, they asked if I could stand - that we had to go into the sauna. I
mumbled something that had to be incoherent. They leaned me up - and propped
me up among two sets of shoulders and escorted me into the sauuna. We went
from frigid cold weather to instant heat. Bold. Hot. Wet heat. .This wasn't
an electric heater sauna. This was the real McCoy. One corner had a blazing
fire. And reflected in the glow of the fire were levels of slatted shelves -
shelves not for wood or equipment - but for naked blonde bodies.

The heat hit my face - and again I felt faint. My body felt limp. My eyes
watered. I heard people talking to me. At me. Around me. I felt hands on my
body. In so many places. And through my tears - I could see the shimmering
glow of naked boys. Boys. Everywhere. Sweating. Strewn - laid out as if
basking in chaise chairs at a pool side. Norwegians aren't one for words.
Only for action. Little was being said. Instead, the blazing heat warmed the
room. My breath was short. And as I breathed in....I detected aromas
everywhere. I could smell the birch logs melting away in the fire in the
corner. I could smell damp wood - seasoned wood - wood that had been there
for ages.

And I could smell a kind of sweet smell....an odor that I knew so well - and
yet couldn't identify. It was strong. And aromatic. I knew that smell. What
was it? And then it dawned on me. It was the smell that came from under my
covers when I had been alone so many time before...working up my own sweat.
It was a musky man smell of passion. But this time, I wasn't alone. This
time, I shared that same smell with so many others...that sweetly musky smell
of boy on boy - of bodies and butts and dicks melting away. It was wonderful.
My two body guards, each with a leg behind me moved me forward. As I started
to get my sea legs - I realized how close I was to these two studs. As they
moved me one step at a time - nudging me with each of their legs - I was
conscious that each step also caused their half hard dicks to snap around and
pop against me legs. First one side. And one stud. And then we stepped the
next leg. And his dick popped up against me. Occasionally - one would moved
completely behind me to nudge me with his full wait and I could feel his dick
push up against my butt. And each time that happened - their dicks seems to
feel more pushy - more directed - more hard. The nudged me along - like two
men holding a marionette.

Moving me across the room to the wooden shelves, I looked down at my body -
and nearly gasped. Not only was my body wet - with melting snow and forming
sweat - but my dick jutted out in front of me - pointing to everyone as if to
say "I am here - the American is here." And my sweat and the snow - and god
knows what else....was dripping from the edge.I looked up - and into the
faces of the shimmering blonde Norse. Few were looking up. Most were staring
waist level at the new visitor. And as if a magic elf went to the corner of a
room - and took a string - a unison of dicks started to rise in the room. All
in unison. All in anticipation. But no one blushed. No want looked
uncomfortable. It was the Norwegian way to be comfortable with the body. And
then the ceremony began.

PART II - CLEANSING THE BODY

As I sat down on the warm wooden bench, I saw a flash from the corner of the
room. One naked boy had a small wooden scoop, and was splashing water on a
small enclosed fire type heater. Throw his legs, I could see the glow of the
fire. On top, he threw scoops of steaming water onto rocks.

As he bent over to scoop from the bucket, I admired his tight ass. He time he
bent, the hollows of his butt dipped in - and we all were treated to the
smile of a little button that marked the spot to a place all dreamed to go.

As he threw the water onto the fire, a solider came up to me and put his hand
on my shoulder. "Get ready for the sting" he told me. I looked with question
at him - and then I felt it. From the corner of the room came a heat wave
--as if an a small atomic bomb had gone off. The heat was intense and all at
once, I couldn't breathe. My eyes watered. I heard myself groan as the heat
surrounded me. The man with his hands on my shoulder then suddenly wrapped
his entire body around me, giving me a bear hug - and shielding me from the
heat. The sudden relief of not being in contact with the heat was wonderful.
He held on. Slowly, the heat dissipated. He pushed back and looked at me.
"Better?" he asked?

Much better.

The boy told me his name was Petter - and that he would be taking charge of
scrubbing me.

All I could say was "Scrubbing?"

He explained that throughout the night, the men of camp had planned to take
me through various traditions and experiences. The first was to take place in
the sauuna. And the first thing we had to do was to get rid of the all the
evil nisser (gnomes) and trolls.

Petter reached underneath the bench, and pulled out a small wooden bucket.
He turned me around so that I was sitting on the middle bench of the 3-level
bench. Two more boys also came around. One boy, who I realized wasn't blonde
like most of the other guys in the sauuna came and sat on the lowest bench
where my feet rested. Petter told another boy, Henrick, to go high. He
stepped up to the top bench, and took one foot and stepped over my head.
Before I knew he, he was sitting above me, with his feet straddled on either
side of my head. I looked left. I looked right. Two naked thighs. I looked
down, and in between my legs rested another boy.

Petter told me to close my eyes. Each of them grabbed rough looking sponges
from the wooden bucked, and slowly squeezed the water over my body. And then
they started scrubbing. Mats, the dark haired boy, ran the sponge up the
inside of my thighs in long sweeping strokes. As the sponge neared my dick -
which jutted out in from of me like a dangerous weapen, he stopped just
before arrival. He continued to take long strokes up and down my thighs.

Henrick, with his legs wrapped around my neck, leaned forward.  I had closed
my eyes, but as I turned to the right, and open then so slightly, I realized
that Henricks hard and long Norwegian dick was laying on my shoulder. As I
stared, I realized that his dick was uncut. This was amazing to me - since I
had never seen this stretched sheath on another guy before. The boy started
to slowly wash my head and neck. And each time he rocked forward, the dick
slid along my shoulder blade. Pushing forward..pulling back. The sheath
moved slightly, but the sliding dick moved more readily out of the skin,
pushing forward and closer to my lips.

My mouth watered, and I couldn't help myself. Slowly, like a timid lizard, my
tongue rolled out to slightly touch the glistening dick. For so long I had
wanted to taste another guys dick. I touched it oh so slightly. And then with
more strength, pushed the tongue harder and more forcibly against the sliding
tool.  Henrick turned his body in, and allowed his dick to slide back and
forth against my lips - sawing back and forth as he slowly washed my neck and
my shoulders.

I jumped as I felt two hand below me reach up and lift up my balls. Growing
up, my friends had teased me about my large German dick. Now Mats, the dark
haired boy was slowly rolling my balls around in my hand, as he took the
sponge and slowly dripped water onto the head of my cock.

Henrick stood up on the middle bench so that his crotch was nearly at my eye
level. He turned his body - and pushed his dick completely into my mouth.  I
had didn't know what to do at first as I felt this thick soft thing in my
mouth. Not wanting to hurt it, I gently pushed down as my lips wrapped
around. Wow. It was terrific to have this thing in my mouth. Henrick groaned
as my tongue started to swirl around.

And I groaned as I felt the sponge slowly rubbing around my own groin area.

As I sucked on Henrick's dick, the aroma of cooking meat came from the
corner. One guy was taking small white sausages and frying them on top of the
rocks. The chargrilled flavor of the air mixed with smell of hot sweaty boys.
The smell of a hot dick at my nose and in my mouth smelled salty. The
combination of it all was just amazing.

My mind was focused on the slow movement of the dick in my mouth. On each
side of my body, I felt Peter and Mats picking my legs up and pushing them
back to that my knees lifted into the air. They could have lifted my legs and
fucked me for all I cared - I was so lost in the moment that it was like a
dream.

After my legs were pushed up, I felt the sponge moving down between my butt.
Hands from either side grabbed my cheeks. I started to turn my head to the
left to see what was happening, but Henrick has a hold of my hair, and
quickly pulled my attention back to his dick. He started to moan - and his
hips picked up a slight bucking motion.

I looked up at his tight muscled stomach - and realized he was started to
breath harder and harder. His grip on my head became less of a massage, and
he started to direct my lips and throat to where he wanted them to go. As his
dick slid faster in and out of my mouth, I knew that he was heading down a
path that had no return.

In the meantime, I could feel hands probing and brushing against the entrance
to my butt. The very sense that there were four hands down there rubbing and
pulling and pushing both excited me and scared me. What were they doing. But
since I knew that was one of the areas of my body that really turned me on -
all I could do was moan.

My mind was focused on the sensations coming from below. My body was being
see sawed back and forth by a large Norwegian dick in my mouth.

Henrick started moaning. All at once, he knees locked around my head as if he
had created a human vice. He jammed his dick back into my mouth until I
almost gagged. Henrick screamed. Heads from the entire room were focused on
my lips as a pounding Norwegian dick jettisoned cum into my mouth - erupting
like a geyser that hadn't erupted for ages.

I felt the slick liquid spurting.running down my throat and out my mouth in
both directions. At first I didn't know what to do, but out of necessity -
swallowed. It then tasted the salty taste and sweet aroma of Norwegian boy
cum. It was wonderful.

As the liquid poured down my throat, I was aware of a tightness that I felt
coming from between my ass cheeks. I felt a warmth yet fullness fill me up
from somewhere in me lower area. As the vice loosened up - and as Henrick
threw himself back to sit down in exhaustion, I slowly brought my attention
around to what was happening between my legs.

When I looked down, I was shocked.

In between my legs was the dark haired Norwegian boy. In his mouth, he had
one of the long white sausages that had been roasted on the fire. The other
end of the sausage had been pushed up into my butt. I opened my mouth to say
something, but Tor said from behind me that the next tradition was for each
person to eat a sausage from the intestines of the Nisser. It dawned on me
that I had become the gnome --and their job was to either celebrate my
existence, or to rid me of evil spirits.

Mats was slowly taking the sausage and pushing it in and out of my butt with
his mouth. The sausage was warm. It was somehow erotic to see this sausage
connected between his lips and my butt. He pushed and pulled, and each time
he pushed in, it went deeper. And as it went deeper, I felt that jolt of
electric's as it probed deep inside of me.

Behind Mats, two more boys lined up with their sausages - each actually had
two - one in their mouths - and the other sticking out hard in from of them.
I shuttered to think what would happen if the thicker of the two should find
a wrong resting place.

As Mats pushed the sausage in and out of my butt, another boy lined up behind
him, and after spreading his cheeks apart, slowly pushed the sausage deep
into Mats butt. Between my legs, Mats moaned as the sausage evidently hit the
same spot I was feeling deep inside my gut.

One after another took a sausage, and like a train with many cabooses, lined
up and thrust a sausage deep inside the engineer in front of them. Since I
had no sausage in my mouth, I slowly watched as each person entered into the
next.

As I looked across the room, I realized that one guy had placed the sausage
in front of his mouth. After a moment, he took the sausage out, and rubbed
the sausage around his very hard dick. The melted liquids of the sausage
coated his dick. After greasing himself up, he popped the sausage suddenly
into the boys butt in from of him. The sausage went in. And then back out And
then in one swift movement, he took the sausage, and tossed it into his
mouth. He ate hungrily as the sausage while at the same time, reaching down
and again spreading the cheeks of the guy in front of him. Without using his
hands, he lined up his thick dick, aimed carefully, and with a snake like
movement, pushed quickly and suddenly into the but of the guy in front of
him.

That boy felt it. I could hear him as the surprise made him chomp down on his
sausage. With a dick pushing deep into his ass, the boy pulled out the
sausage from the boy in front of him, ate it quickly - and then assaulted his
target in the same way. Now two butts were filled with dick.

As the warm sausage moved in and out below me, I watched with eyes wide open
as the wave moved up the chain - and as sausage by sausage was replaced with
dick. And as I watched, I saw it getting closer to the first target - closer
to the boy in front of me.

My legs started to tremble as I realized that this was a "shock wave" that I
probably wasn't going to escape. But with no sausage in my mouth, I knew I
would be the last to receive.

And yet, as I looked down at the thick dick between Mats legs, I knew that my
legs trembled more in anticipation.

The wave continued down the line, and at least, the boy behind Mats did the
same. I watched Mats eyes as the boy behind him gasped as a dick filled him
deep. And like a well patterned soldier, he did the same as his brethren. He
gobbled down the sausage. He peeled back Mat's tight buns, and he pushed his
dick deep into Mats.

What was wild to watch was the surprise on each person's face. Mats was no
different. His face went from disappointment as he felt the sausage being
removed. And then shear shock and surprise as he felt the initial pressure of
the thick replacement. Pain came next. And then a slow relaxing of the face
as something inside was satisfied.

As his face felt the shock, Mats bit once on the sausage. And again. And
again, until only one bite remained. He looked up at me, with the final bite
caught between his front teeth, and he nodded to me in offer. I leaned over,
and he pushed the final bite into my mouth. The mixture of flavors was
strangely tasty.

While I licked my lips, Mats continued the tradition. While holding my ass
cheeks apart, he lifted his pelvis up so that his dick lined up with my ass
hole. Already, the greasy sausage has lubricated me well. He slowly circled
his dick head  up and down the inside of my ass checks. And then while
looking directly into my eyes, he slowly pushed into my butt.

I think my mouth just hung open as I felt him fill me up inside. In the
beginning, I could feel the tightness as this thick Norwegian stretched me
apart. It did hurt. But his hands continued to massage my buns. And the
hypnotized view around the room of a dozen butts being pumped distracted me
enough for him to push complete in.

Mats pulled back, held for a second, and then pushed back in. His hands
gripped my hips and held on. And slowly, he began that body rhythm that comes
so natural to us all. Back and forth. In and out.

>From the end of the line, the groans became louder. Once again like a coupled
train, the rhthm picked up from the back of the line, and cause each person
to move a bit more quickly in unison. As the see sawing picked up, the
groaning become louder as the blonde Norwegian boys neared the end of the
tracks.

Almost at once, the entire line started to thrash about as rhythms changed
and as loads of thick cum spurted from various boys into the targets in front
of them. Screams came spontaneously. Fingers clawed into hips as they
tightened and held on during ejaculation. The hot sweaty smell of boy filled
the room as the head mixed with heat.

I was only half aware of this as Mats pushed and grunted with his thick dick
into my butt. From behind me, the spent Hendrick stroked my wet hair, almost
petting me as I took the pounding between my hips.

As each boy finished, he pulled out, and walked over to Mats and myself.
Exhausted and wild eyes, they stared as the two boys in the room with dark
hair finished business. As they stood over me, the remaining drips of cum
splashed around me - onto my arms and onto my pushed back legs.

Mats gripped my each side of my hips and began to pick up his pace as his
balls tightened. He was on his way to his resting spot, and all I could to is
sit back and take the pounding. It felt good as he his the nerve deep
inside.and as he groaned and pushed in, the breath rushed out of my body.

Mats leaned over, and with a final thrust laid over on my shoulders. He
stopped with his dick deep inside me as I felt the warm liquid spurt into my
butt. It was scalding and smooth. Mats groaned him my ear as he draped over
my body.

As he caught his breath, he said he was sure now that all the Nisser  has
been removed from the room - and my body.

THE END OF PART II

(In Part III - the Traditional Ceremony continues as I am wrapped in Sami
Reindeer Skins by the Norwegian Soldiers, and taken off by sled to the next
part of the Ceremony. If you would like a copy, send me a note, and tell me
what you thought of Part II - The Sauna. And of course, request Part III).

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