My Scotland trip had turned out to be more amazing than I could have imagined. The three-way with Magnus and Ian left an indelible memory. Magnus and I shared Ian's hot body twice: first as a table for a sumptuous feast, then sexually using both of his holes. From Scotland, I was on my way to Norway to visit Julian. I was curious whether my upcoming adventure in Norway would even come close to what I had experienced in Scotland.
After boarding my plane from Edinburgh to Oslo, I sat back, relaxed, and imagined what meeting Julian on his home turf would be like. During the two-hour flight, I daydreamed about that glorious spring Saturday morning, when Julian showed up at my front door. Julian is the 25-year-old Norwegian athlete that attended the university where I taught a couple of years ago. After graduation, no longer a student, Julian treated me to an awesome massage that Saturday and introduced me to male-on-male sex. I owe a great debt to Julian for awaking in me the desire that had been dormant there my whole life.
Julian was waiting for me as I exited the baggage claim area. As we greeted, Julian planted a hot warm kiss right on my lips. I was a bit taken aback since there was a fair-sized crowd of people around. I soon noticed that no one was paying us any attention, and began to relax, feeling a tingling sensation crawl up my spine. We loaded my bags in Julian's SUV and set out.
"I'm so glad to see you again, Dr. Ferguson," Julian began.
"You're not a student anymore, Julian. Call me Anthony," I replied, "and I'm glad to be here."
"Okay," he answered, "I'll try to call you Anthony, .... Anthony. How was Scotland?"
"It was... amazing. I'll tell you about it later," I responded.
"We're heading out to my family's summer cottage in the mountains," Julian continued, "I hope you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will," I answered.
Julian and I spent the next forty-five minutes catching up on the drive up to the cottage. The scenery was amazing. We arrived at a huge log cabin. It was two-stories, with huge windows in front looking out over the dramatic mountain scenery. I followed as Julian carried my bags into one of the guest rooms. As soon as we entered, I dropped my bags, and Julian grabbed me, planting a hot tonguey kiss on me. I responded in kind, reaching around him and grabbing his firm ass.
"Still giving massages?" I asked.
"You bet, Doct...Anthony.," Julian stumbled, "But you must be starving. Come on down to the living room and let's have a drink and a snack. I think there's some smoked salmon and cheese for us."
This wasn't a cabin or a cottage. It was a rustic mansion made of logs. Julian's family obviously had means. As far as I could tell, we had the place to ourselves. There was already a nice fire warming the living room. I guessed Julian's family also had staff, a gardener or caretaker, who built the fire for us. I settled in on the huge leather sofa near the fire. Julian entered and handed me a tumbler of whisky. We clinked glasses and took a drink. Julian nestled next to me.
We then spent the next ten to fifteen minutes necking. As we kissed, Julian's hands wandered over my body, unbuttoning my shirt, then reached in and caressed my pecs, tweaking my nipples. It felt amazing. Then his hand continued down to my crotch, caressing my growing cock through the material, tracing its length from my nuts up to near my waistband.
"I think it's time for another massage, don't you?" Julian asked.
He got up, took my hand, and led me downstairs to the lower level.
Downstairs there was an exercise room and a second seating area with a fireplace. Julian led me through the exercise room and into a smaller adjacent room equipped with a massage table, soft lighting, and a cupboard for towels and oils.
"This is my massage studio," Julian pointed out, "the door there," he pointed, "leads to the sauna."
Wow, I thought! What a place!
