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| Håkan |
Håkan and I walked back to the apartment. Our conversation
was animated. I was surprised at how cheerful and talkative he was, completely
destroying my first impression of him. I wouldn’t say I had a crush on him as
my mind was still very preoccupied with Niklas, but I definitely admired Håkan and his body was very attractive to me.
I had been so relieved that the gym had cubicle showers as I continued having a rock hard erection after seeing Håkan’s body naked. The image of his rock hard ass and beautiful flaccid cock were printed in my brain. I saw him step into grey briefs as I got back to the changing area, the fabric barely covered his ample butt.
Now, back in jeans, he stood right next to me in the elevator of the apartment building. I could tell he had put on some cologne after his shower and he smelled very nice. He was talking about what parts of Stockholm he wanted to show me, but I didn’t really pay that much attention to what he said and just looked at him. We dropped off our gym bags and went back out.
Håkan recommended a smoothie at Espresso House and we walked to the subway station drinking one each. We went down the escalators and he showed me which way to go if I wanted to go in the direction of central station. He also helped me buy a card that would allow me to use public transport for the week.
We took a train to the center. It was crowded and we stood close together, which was very nice. Everybody got out at central station, or T-centralen. Håkan really took his time to show me around the station, which was fairly large. It was clear he wanted to make sure I would be able to find my way by myself.
We left the central station onto Vasagatan, a busy street with lots of cars and construction going on. There were high rise buildings, making it look more like a metropole city like I was used to back home.
“Ignore this, is not very pretty right now”, Håkan said.
I smiled.
“This is the type of city I am used to”, I responded.
We crossed the street and walked up some stairs to Klarabergsviadukten. It was another big street with high buildings. Håkan took me into a large department store called Åhléns.
“Shortcut”, he said, smiling.
It was a nice department store and I would remember to come back here one time. But now we were just walking through it. When we came out the other end, we were on Drottninggatan, a shopping street for pedestrians only.
“Wanted you to see this street”, Håkan said.
It was quite crowded, obviously because it was a Saturday. But I enjoyed walking here. Lots of shops and restaurants, it was clearly a vibrant part of the city. There was a nice mix of people, immediately making me feel at home. Håkan could tell.
“You like?”
“Yes, it’s great!”
We walked down the street together and I was enjoying looking at people and places. When we were getting close to the end of the street, a very old, large building appeared with an arch in the middle. It looked very impressive, like some ancient city castle.
“What’s that?”
“Is house of parliament. Built around 1900”, Håkan answered.
“It’s very pretty.”
“Yes.”
We crossed the bridge to get to the building and walked below the arch. I looked around and took some photos.
“You like old buildings?”, he asked.
“Absolutely!”
“I take you to my favorite part”, he said, clearly very happy.
The narrow cobblestone streets and the old buildings amazed me.
“Is the old town, Gamla Stan. Oldest buildings are from 13th century.”
I had never seen anything like it. It was quite a touristic part of town, but I could see why. Some of the shops had gone all out, selling souvenirs and Swedish paraphernalia.
I must have been looking around in awe, unaware of Håkan. I suddenly felt him taking my hand.
“Come”, he said, as he pulled me into a tiny alley on our right that I hadn’t even seen.
Immediately we were away from the large crowds into absolute silence. The alley went downhill as we passed tiny houses and even a small square. No shops, just some ancient homes. An old lady sat outside and nodded our way. I nodded back. I realized Håkan was still holding my hand and it felt good.
“I love walking around Gamla Stan”, he said as he let go of my hand. “Especially the quiet parts.”
“I can see why”, I said.
At the other end we came to Stora Nygatan and took a left. It was a larger street again, although it didn’t have as many people. He stopped at Café Kladdkakan.
“Let’s stop for a bit”, he proposed.
We went in and got ourselves a drink. Håkan recommended me the chocolate cake that the café was named after.
“In Sweden, workplaces have a tradition called fika. Is halfway through the morning and halfway through the afternoon. Everyone stop work and have a drink and a snack and talk to each other.”
I smiled.
“I like that!”
“I’m sure they will have it at the university as well.”
He smiled back, he seemed so happy showing me around today.
“What do you do for a living, Håkan?”
His smile disappeared.
“I… I am not working.”
“Oh, why is that?”
“I… I stopped.”
I noticed he looked down at the table.
“I worked as economic consultant, but I stay home now.”
“Well, that can be nice, right?”
He nodded and smiled a little again.
“Yeah.”
Håkan and I finished our walk through Gamla Stan. He was still so happy as he showed me the buildings of Slussen in the distance. We went to the subway station of Gamla Stan. It had been such an impressive afternoon of seeing the city, but I was starting to feel tired, the jetlag affecting me after all. So I suggested I’d take a short nap before Alex and Håkan would take me out to dinner.
When we got back to the apartment, I thanked him for showing me around and he said he’d had a great day himself and it was fun getting to know me. In the elevator, I shortly felt some butterflies in my stomach. I went to my room and easily fell asleep once I hit the bed.
I had a dream about Niklas. We were in the Puls & Träning gym lockerroom together and I ended up jerking him off in the shower cubicle. I heard a crash and instantly woke up. I had to think about where I was for just a second. I got up and walked into the living room to see what happened.
Alex was back and he immediately looked back at me as he stood in the kitchen.
He was still in his tennis outfit.
“Hey, it’s our visitor! How are you feeling?”
I was still feeling a little sleepy.
“What happened?”
“Oh, I dropped a plate, nothing major,” Alex said.
Håkan was cleaning up a mess in the middle of the room. He looked back at me and nodded. His tight jeans were stretched to the limit as he bent forward to pick up the pieces of the plate that were scattered around the room.
“You look like you had a good dream there, buddy!”, Alex then piped up.
I looked down and saw the shorts I had worn to bed. I had a boner which had pushed the material up and out. The Niklas dream. I immediately tried to cover myself.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it”, Alex said, as he smiled.
Håkan got up with his hands full and walked the pieces to the trash can in the kitchen.
“Hey, are you OK if we leave in an hour or so?”, Alex then asked me. “We have dinner reservations at 6.30!”
“Oh, right, sure”, I said, still feeling a little embarrassed and covering myself.
That night we had a very fancy dinner at a restaurant called Agnes, which was walking distance from the apartment. The food was great and I liked getting to know Alex and Håkan a little better. I found out that Alex is 42 and Håkan is 47. They had met 12 years ago at a supermarket. Håkan was hungover from partying the night before, but he had approached Alex who was doing groceries with his mother.
“I remember being surprised someone that hot would approach me”, he said, looking at Håkan with a loving smile, “so I didn’t even care about the awkwardness of my mother being there”.
“I felt bad, because of the hangover, but still I liked him a lot”, Håkan said, smiling, but looking at me.
It was odd picturing Håkan being the one to approach Alex. Much like that morning, Alex and I did most of the talking as Håkan politely smiled and listened. I did think about how outgoing he had gotten when we spent the afternoon together. Maybe it had to do with his English not being as fluent, and needing more time to process and think of the words than the conversation between me and Alex allowed. Talking one on one might be easier for him.
As we walked back to the apartment, Alex put his arm around Håkan as they walked. They spoke to each other in Swedish for a short while. Alex looked very happy and chilled out. Håkan looked serious as he had done for most of the evening. They looked at each other and Alex gave Håkan a short peck on the lips. It was a very public display of affection and I noticed the Swedes in the street didn’t really care or notice.
“I hope you don’t mind”, Alex said to me.
“Oh, of course not”, I said.
“When Niklas said you were from the US, we weren’t sure what you would think about homosexuality.”
I smiled. That wasn’t the best image they had of America, but it was sort of justified.
“Oh, actually, I am… I’m gay myself.”
Alex and Håkan stopped walking and looked at me with surprised faces.
“Really?”
Alex seemed especially surprised.
“I should have given you different tour”, Håkan said softly.
I laughed.
I fell asleep thinking about Niklas again. I really wanted what Alex and Håkan had and I could just picture having that with Niklas. That night I slept like a baby. The bed was very comfortable and I’d had a long, eventful, but fantastic day. It wouldn’t be long until things would start to take a turn for the worse.
In the morning, I thought I heard yelling. I was in a deep, very peaceful state
of sleep and I only slowly woke up, not sure what was part of my dream and what
actually happened. I put on a T-shirt and some sweatpants and wandered to the
living room. Alex and Håkan were both standing in the kitchen. Håkan was only wearing tight Emporio Armani briefs, his beautiful body
casually on display. He looked very serious. Alex was standing behind the
counter, but he was shirtless as well.
“Hey, good morning!”, Alex said, seeming overly cheerful as he noticed me walking into the room. “Did you sleep OK?”
I smiled.
“Yeah, thanks!”
“Do you want a coffee, juice, toast?”
“Oh, that all sounds good”, I said, “But I’ll make it myself.”
“No, please”, Håkan offered and gestured for me to sit down on one of the stools.
As I sat down, I could see that Alex was wearing a pair of blue boxerbriefs,
which accentuated his large bulge. He casually leaned against the counter and
chatted to me about showing me around campus today. At the same time, Håkan was getting my breakfast together also wearing just his underwear. The
briefs slowly crept up his crack as he walked around the kitchen making my
breakfast, his ass cheeks too large to be contained by the fabric. I felt like
I was in heaven.
As we ate, I noticed that Håkan had a small cut on the side of his head, by his eyebrow.
“Oh, hey, what happened?”, I asked, pointing at the cut.
“Is nothing”, he said.
“It’s my fault”, Alex said, laughing, “I opened the kitchen cabinet right into his face.”
I chuckled.
Alex gave Håkan a kiss on the cheek.
“Sorry again, babe.”
Håkan smiled, but said nothing.
That morning, Alex drove me to campus and showed me around. It was good to get a feel of the place before my first day. He knew in what building I would be working, so he showed me. Both him and Niklas work on different floors in the same building.
“When I give lectures, it’s usually over there”, he said, pointing to the building across.
I liked that both him and Niklas worked so close by and that I already knew some people on campus.
When we drove back, Niklas texted me that he was coming to pick me up to go to lunch together. I was excited to see him again, even though I was aware he was seeing some guy. Once we got back I made an effort to look my absolute best. I was sure we could reestablish our connection from back in D.C. and then everything was still possible. And before I knew it, he was there. Håkan buzzed Niklas in so he could come up to the apartment.
Niklas said hello to Alex and Håkan with a quick hug each and a few
words in a language I didn’t know. When he noticed me, he smiled wide and gave
me a big lingering bearhug.
“It’s so good to see you!”, he said.
“Right back at you!”, I said.
My noticed my voice was trembling as all the feelings came flooding back. The butterflies were doing overtime. Only then he let go.
“It’s so surreal that you’re here now”, he said.
“I love it here though!”, I said enthusiastically.
“It’s a great city, right?”
I nodded.
“Håkan showed me yesterday, it’s beautiful.”
“You know what, we have so much catching up to do, I’ll take you somewhere quiet where we can talk. I have so many exciting things to tell you!”
Niklas and I left the apartment and he walked in the direction of the subway station. He wanted to take me somewhere to have traditional Swedish food. On our way he asked me everything about how my stay had been so far and how Alex and Håkan had been as hosts. He was so excited and talkative, it was adorable.
As I was talking about everything that had happened since I landed, I noticed Niklas walked past the subway station.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see!”
At the first intersection he took a left and crossed. He stopped walking at a bus stop. I smiled.
We went on the 53 bus and I got to see lots more of Stockholm just by looking outside. He asked me what parts of Stockholm I had seen the day before and I tried to remember the names of buildings and areas. He would point out the window as the bus drove us around the old town, as no buses could fit in the old, narrow streets. We then got to Slussen, which even had its own bus station. Public transport was arranged really well from what I could tell. Soon after the Slussen bus station, the bus went into a tunnel right in the middle of the city with all its classic buildings. When we got out of the tunnel, we had to get out at the next stop. The bus ride had been less than 15 minutes.
Niklas lead the way and took a left onto a large street. We talked about things like the name of the area we were in (Södermalm), the Systembolaget alcohol shops, and how he speaks Norwegian to Alex and Håkan and they speak Swedish back, yet everyone can understand each other. After only a few minutes of walking, he took another left and he found the restaurant Pelikan. It was an interesting place, one a tourist wouldn’t find too easily. I loved Niklas for taking me here. The staff was incredibly friendly and made me feel very welcome instantly. Everyone spoke English so well. When I got the menu, I was surprised to find several options of reindeer.
“You’re in Sweden now, so I thought if you want something very Scandinavian, this is your shot!”
Niklas smiled at me from across the table. There was something romantic about the two of us sitting in a restaurant like this. I decided to go for it.
The reindeer actually tasted quite nice. Niklas was a vegetarian and had potato dumplings. He gave me one to try and it was very good as well. It felt so good to be reunited with him, it was like no time had passed. I asked him what had happened in his life since we last spoke. He smiled.
“So, I met someone.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“You said you spent the day with your family-in-law.”
“Oh, I gave it away!”
He laughed at himself.
“Anyway, there’s more. Since this weekend we are telling people. She’s pregnant!”
“She?!”
“Yeah, her name is Elin.”
There were a few seconds of silence.
“Congratulations!”, I managed to blurt out as I got up to walk around the table and hugged him. As I did, I thought back to a few years ago, the feel of his rock hard cock in my hand, one last time.
I had been so relieved that the gym had cubicle showers as I continued having a rock hard erection after seeing Håkan’s body naked. The image of his rock hard ass and beautiful flaccid cock were printed in my brain. I saw him step into grey briefs as I got back to the changing area, the fabric barely covered his ample butt.
Now, back in jeans, he stood right next to me in the elevator of the apartment building. I could tell he had put on some cologne after his shower and he smelled very nice. He was talking about what parts of Stockholm he wanted to show me, but I didn’t really pay that much attention to what he said and just looked at him. We dropped off our gym bags and went back out.
Håkan recommended a smoothie at Espresso House and we walked to the subway station drinking one each. We went down the escalators and he showed me which way to go if I wanted to go in the direction of central station. He also helped me buy a card that would allow me to use public transport for the week.
We took a train to the center. It was crowded and we stood close together, which was very nice. Everybody got out at central station, or T-centralen. Håkan really took his time to show me around the station, which was fairly large. It was clear he wanted to make sure I would be able to find my way by myself.
We left the central station onto Vasagatan, a busy street with lots of cars and construction going on. There were high rise buildings, making it look more like a metropole city like I was used to back home.
“Ignore this, is not very pretty right now”, Håkan said.
I smiled.
“This is the type of city I am used to”, I responded.
We crossed the street and walked up some stairs to Klarabergsviadukten. It was another big street with high buildings. Håkan took me into a large department store called Åhléns.
“Shortcut”, he said, smiling.
It was a nice department store and I would remember to come back here one time. But now we were just walking through it. When we came out the other end, we were on Drottninggatan, a shopping street for pedestrians only.
“Wanted you to see this street”, Håkan said.
It was quite crowded, obviously because it was a Saturday. But I enjoyed walking here. Lots of shops and restaurants, it was clearly a vibrant part of the city. There was a nice mix of people, immediately making me feel at home. Håkan could tell.
“You like?”
“Yes, it’s great!”
We walked down the street together and I was enjoying looking at people and places. When we were getting close to the end of the street, a very old, large building appeared with an arch in the middle. It looked very impressive, like some ancient city castle.
“What’s that?”
“Is house of parliament. Built around 1900”, Håkan answered.
“It’s very pretty.”
“Yes.”
We crossed the bridge to get to the building and walked below the arch. I looked around and took some photos.
“You like old buildings?”, he asked.
“Absolutely!”
“I take you to my favorite part”, he said, clearly very happy.
The narrow cobblestone streets and the old buildings amazed me.
“Is the old town, Gamla Stan. Oldest buildings are from 13th century.”
I had never seen anything like it. It was quite a touristic part of town, but I could see why. Some of the shops had gone all out, selling souvenirs and Swedish paraphernalia.
I must have been looking around in awe, unaware of Håkan. I suddenly felt him taking my hand.
“Come”, he said, as he pulled me into a tiny alley on our right that I hadn’t even seen.
Immediately we were away from the large crowds into absolute silence. The alley went downhill as we passed tiny houses and even a small square. No shops, just some ancient homes. An old lady sat outside and nodded our way. I nodded back. I realized Håkan was still holding my hand and it felt good.
“I love walking around Gamla Stan”, he said as he let go of my hand. “Especially the quiet parts.”
“I can see why”, I said.
At the other end we came to Stora Nygatan and took a left. It was a larger street again, although it didn’t have as many people. He stopped at Café Kladdkakan.
“Let’s stop for a bit”, he proposed.
We went in and got ourselves a drink. Håkan recommended me the chocolate cake that the café was named after.
“In Sweden, workplaces have a tradition called fika. Is halfway through the morning and halfway through the afternoon. Everyone stop work and have a drink and a snack and talk to each other.”
I smiled.
“I like that!”
“I’m sure they will have it at the university as well.”
He smiled back, he seemed so happy showing me around today.
“What do you do for a living, Håkan?”
His smile disappeared.
“I… I am not working.”
“Oh, why is that?”
“I… I stopped.”
I noticed he looked down at the table.
“I worked as economic consultant, but I stay home now.”
“Well, that can be nice, right?”
He nodded and smiled a little again.
“Yeah.”
Håkan and I finished our walk through Gamla Stan. He was still so happy as he showed me the buildings of Slussen in the distance. We went to the subway station of Gamla Stan. It had been such an impressive afternoon of seeing the city, but I was starting to feel tired, the jetlag affecting me after all. So I suggested I’d take a short nap before Alex and Håkan would take me out to dinner.
When we got back to the apartment, I thanked him for showing me around and he said he’d had a great day himself and it was fun getting to know me. In the elevator, I shortly felt some butterflies in my stomach. I went to my room and easily fell asleep once I hit the bed.
I had a dream about Niklas. We were in the Puls & Träning gym lockerroom together and I ended up jerking him off in the shower cubicle. I heard a crash and instantly woke up. I had to think about where I was for just a second. I got up and walked into the living room to see what happened.
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| Alex |
“Hey, it’s our visitor! How are you feeling?”
I was still feeling a little sleepy.
“What happened?”
“Oh, I dropped a plate, nothing major,” Alex said.
Håkan was cleaning up a mess in the middle of the room. He looked back at me and nodded. His tight jeans were stretched to the limit as he bent forward to pick up the pieces of the plate that were scattered around the room.
“You look like you had a good dream there, buddy!”, Alex then piped up.
I looked down and saw the shorts I had worn to bed. I had a boner which had pushed the material up and out. The Niklas dream. I immediately tried to cover myself.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it”, Alex said, as he smiled.
Håkan got up with his hands full and walked the pieces to the trash can in the kitchen.
“Hey, are you OK if we leave in an hour or so?”, Alex then asked me. “We have dinner reservations at 6.30!”
“Oh, right, sure”, I said, still feeling a little embarrassed and covering myself.
That night we had a very fancy dinner at a restaurant called Agnes, which was walking distance from the apartment. The food was great and I liked getting to know Alex and Håkan a little better. I found out that Alex is 42 and Håkan is 47. They had met 12 years ago at a supermarket. Håkan was hungover from partying the night before, but he had approached Alex who was doing groceries with his mother.
“I remember being surprised someone that hot would approach me”, he said, looking at Håkan with a loving smile, “so I didn’t even care about the awkwardness of my mother being there”.
“I felt bad, because of the hangover, but still I liked him a lot”, Håkan said, smiling, but looking at me.
It was odd picturing Håkan being the one to approach Alex. Much like that morning, Alex and I did most of the talking as Håkan politely smiled and listened. I did think about how outgoing he had gotten when we spent the afternoon together. Maybe it had to do with his English not being as fluent, and needing more time to process and think of the words than the conversation between me and Alex allowed. Talking one on one might be easier for him.
As we walked back to the apartment, Alex put his arm around Håkan as they walked. They spoke to each other in Swedish for a short while. Alex looked very happy and chilled out. Håkan looked serious as he had done for most of the evening. They looked at each other and Alex gave Håkan a short peck on the lips. It was a very public display of affection and I noticed the Swedes in the street didn’t really care or notice.
“I hope you don’t mind”, Alex said to me.
“Oh, of course not”, I said.
“When Niklas said you were from the US, we weren’t sure what you would think about homosexuality.”
I smiled. That wasn’t the best image they had of America, but it was sort of justified.
“Oh, actually, I am… I’m gay myself.”
Alex and Håkan stopped walking and looked at me with surprised faces.
“Really?”
Alex seemed especially surprised.
“I should have given you different tour”, Håkan said softly.
I laughed.
I fell asleep thinking about Niklas again. I really wanted what Alex and Håkan had and I could just picture having that with Niklas. That night I slept like a baby. The bed was very comfortable and I’d had a long, eventful, but fantastic day. It wouldn’t be long until things would start to take a turn for the worse.
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| Håkan |
“Hey, good morning!”, Alex said, seeming overly cheerful as he noticed me walking into the room. “Did you sleep OK?”
I smiled.
“Yeah, thanks!”
“Do you want a coffee, juice, toast?”
“Oh, that all sounds good”, I said, “But I’ll make it myself.”
“No, please”, Håkan offered and gestured for me to sit down on one of the stools.
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| Alex |
As we ate, I noticed that Håkan had a small cut on the side of his head, by his eyebrow.
“Oh, hey, what happened?”, I asked, pointing at the cut.
“Is nothing”, he said.
“It’s my fault”, Alex said, laughing, “I opened the kitchen cabinet right into his face.”
I chuckled.
Alex gave Håkan a kiss on the cheek.
“Sorry again, babe.”
Håkan smiled, but said nothing.
That morning, Alex drove me to campus and showed me around. It was good to get a feel of the place before my first day. He knew in what building I would be working, so he showed me. Both him and Niklas work on different floors in the same building.
“When I give lectures, it’s usually over there”, he said, pointing to the building across.
I liked that both him and Niklas worked so close by and that I already knew some people on campus.
When we drove back, Niklas texted me that he was coming to pick me up to go to lunch together. I was excited to see him again, even though I was aware he was seeing some guy. Once we got back I made an effort to look my absolute best. I was sure we could reestablish our connection from back in D.C. and then everything was still possible. And before I knew it, he was there. Håkan buzzed Niklas in so he could come up to the apartment.
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| Niklas |
“It’s so good to see you!”, he said.
“Right back at you!”, I said.
My noticed my voice was trembling as all the feelings came flooding back. The butterflies were doing overtime. Only then he let go.
“It’s so surreal that you’re here now”, he said.
“I love it here though!”, I said enthusiastically.
“It’s a great city, right?”
I nodded.
“Håkan showed me yesterday, it’s beautiful.”
“You know what, we have so much catching up to do, I’ll take you somewhere quiet where we can talk. I have so many exciting things to tell you!”
Niklas and I left the apartment and he walked in the direction of the subway station. He wanted to take me somewhere to have traditional Swedish food. On our way he asked me everything about how my stay had been so far and how Alex and Håkan had been as hosts. He was so excited and talkative, it was adorable.
As I was talking about everything that had happened since I landed, I noticed Niklas walked past the subway station.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see!”
At the first intersection he took a left and crossed. He stopped walking at a bus stop. I smiled.
We went on the 53 bus and I got to see lots more of Stockholm just by looking outside. He asked me what parts of Stockholm I had seen the day before and I tried to remember the names of buildings and areas. He would point out the window as the bus drove us around the old town, as no buses could fit in the old, narrow streets. We then got to Slussen, which even had its own bus station. Public transport was arranged really well from what I could tell. Soon after the Slussen bus station, the bus went into a tunnel right in the middle of the city with all its classic buildings. When we got out of the tunnel, we had to get out at the next stop. The bus ride had been less than 15 minutes.
Niklas lead the way and took a left onto a large street. We talked about things like the name of the area we were in (Södermalm), the Systembolaget alcohol shops, and how he speaks Norwegian to Alex and Håkan and they speak Swedish back, yet everyone can understand each other. After only a few minutes of walking, he took another left and he found the restaurant Pelikan. It was an interesting place, one a tourist wouldn’t find too easily. I loved Niklas for taking me here. The staff was incredibly friendly and made me feel very welcome instantly. Everyone spoke English so well. When I got the menu, I was surprised to find several options of reindeer.
“You’re in Sweden now, so I thought if you want something very Scandinavian, this is your shot!”
Niklas smiled at me from across the table. There was something romantic about the two of us sitting in a restaurant like this. I decided to go for it.
The reindeer actually tasted quite nice. Niklas was a vegetarian and had potato dumplings. He gave me one to try and it was very good as well. It felt so good to be reunited with him, it was like no time had passed. I asked him what had happened in his life since we last spoke. He smiled.
“So, I met someone.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“You said you spent the day with your family-in-law.”
“Oh, I gave it away!”
He laughed at himself.
“Anyway, there’s more. Since this weekend we are telling people. She’s pregnant!”
“She?!”
“Yeah, her name is Elin.”
There were a few seconds of silence.
“Congratulations!”, I managed to blurt out as I got up to walk around the table and hugged him. As I did, I thought back to a few years ago, the feel of his rock hard cock in my hand, one last time.
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