Sucking Cock and doing it well is an artform. A talent that I got to experience the other day. I met a guy on a gay hookup app. A vision of rugged masculine awesomeness to match my own… an amazing Viking-looking man. I ”woofed” him, and he responded immediately. We chatted off and on that whole day, and decided to meet a few days later. There is a jogging trail going through a large forested area of our city, perfect for our needs. We met up at a bus depot, and walked there, talking and joking. But our thoughts were focused on our manhoods. Several times I could see the outline of his cock on his pants, and he was eyeing mine as well. We reached the trail and were met by many runners, and so before long we decided to step into the brush, off the beaten path.

After a while we found an opening, almost as if the trees had parted just for us. Frej was watching over us. We fell into each others’ arms and started kissing passionately, almost violently. We were measuring each other’s strength, pushing each other away, punching each other in the chest, growling, panting… teasing the other to grab hold and press up harder… Suddenly I found myself with my back up against a tree. I felt dominated, but got mixed signals when he dropped to his knees and opened up my pants. The winter air was frigid cold against my hard cock, but then he took it deep into his throat. The sudden contrast of cold and the intense heat of his mouth almost made me cum immediately, as if all the plateaus were bypassed. He continued to fuck my cock with his tight hot throat, and it was unlike anything I had felt before. He barely had to move a muscle but I was still building and building. He had also slid his arms under my jacket and shirt reaching to play with my sensitive nipples. I let out loud moans of intense pleasure, warning him over and over that I was about explode if he continued. (Because you always give the warning) He only made approving, muffled little moans in response. I then grabbed the back of his head with both hands and forced myself down his almost magical esophagus as the floodgates opened. And they opened hard! The waves of pleasure were so intense I couldn’t hold back the primal roars. Then and there I embodied the spirit of Frej, pumping his divine Love and my Seed down this Viking’s throat My ecstasy resounded among the trees, and there was no way anybody within a half mile radius didn’t hear me.

With a purple haze before my eyes, I slid down along the trunk of the tree, completely exhausted, my brain bathing in euphoric chemicals. My Viking rested his head on my chest and snuggled my beard. One white ribbon adorned his beard from my withdrawal mixing with about a pint of his own saliva. I offered him my throat as well, but he declined. We remained there silent in each other’s arms, against the tree trunk another hour or so.
Scandinavian winter makes for short days and when we got up it was already getting dark. We headed back to the year 2022, towards trail and the bus depot, holding hands. His bus arrived before mine, and we embraced and kissed. Then my beautiful modern Viking was gone. Then my phone chimed. We’re meeting up again soon to share our physical love again. Because cock worship really is love. Next time I will be the worshipper, and he the God.

Life is good right now.

Ben

2 thoughts on “The Spirit of Frej

  1. Hail Freyr! Sacred king and Lord of Alfheim, of all that grows and is good. Fecund one, golden one, no amount of thanks will be enough for your gifts. No sacrifice too great for the treasures you offer. Bless us with fertility and virility. Please accept this humble prayer of gratitude in the sincerest possible spirit of love and admiration.
    Hail Freyr!

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