Drowning in snow

Hello and thank you Misty Moonlight for your review!

Here are some fun facts about the characters names!!

Skirner: Skirner is a character from the Norse mythology, he is not a god but a servant to Frej, the male god of fertility. Skirner means " the radiant ".

Magne: Magne is also named from the Norse mythology and means " The powerful ". He is the son of the god Tor and the giantess Järnsaxa,

Tapio: Tapio is from the Finnish mythology, Tapio is a forest god who is the father to the animal and forest godess Tellervo.

But do please remember the characters in my story is not these gods, they just hapen to have the same name!

And now on to chapter 3!
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// SnowLynx




Chapter 3


Without saying a word Magne took Skirners hand and led him towards the little bed that was pressed up against one of the walls of the small dark room.
Besides the bed the only other furniture was a stool, a chest of drawers with a bowl with water and a mirror.

With a firm hold Magne pressed Skirner downso that he sat on the bed.
Magne straightened and retreated a few steps and took off his coat.
Skirner could not help but gasp when he saw Magne properly for the first time.

He had never believed that his first customer would be such a beautiful man.
While he was glad it was such a beautiful man, he was still a bit sad that he would meet him in this way.

Now that Magne had time to inspect his young guest in a relatively bright room, he was amazed.
Sure, the boy needed some meat on his bones but he had bought a beautiful friend this evening

Despite the dark room, he could see that the skin was bright and clean, his hair a shade somewhere between gold and sand and his eyes were big and green.

Magne continued to watch the boy who sat on the bed and stared back with big frightened eyes while he took off one garment at a time until he was completely naked.

He saw that Skirner was scared but had no major plans to let that stop him, he had calmed beginners before.

Skirners mouth was dry from nervousness.
He had no idea what was required of him, his skills in the art of seduction was non-existent.

When Magne was finished striping of he stepped closer, towering over Skirner.
Without a word, he let his hand slide over Skirners hair down over his neck, doing this repeatedly.
Almost like he was trying to calm a frightened horse.

After a while Skirner began to relax.
His muscles getting softer.
Without saying anything he stopped stroking Skirner and sat on the bed leaning against the headboard.

He stretched out his arm, showing that he wanted to Skirner would come to him.
Calmer now Skirner did what he was asked to do and crawled up to him, straddling Magnes hips.

Magne lightly caressed his cheek with his knuckles, down one cheek and then the next.
He the let both hands stroke along the thin shoulders down his arms that hung limply along Skirners sides.

He gripped the hem of Skirners tunic and pulled the gray fabric over his head.
He stared fascinated at the pink little nipples against the white skin.
Magne leaned forward and let his tongue flick over the left.

Skirner stared in wonder at the pink tongue against his skin.
He had no idea what to do.
Magne saw Skirners dilemma and realized that he had to take the matter in his own hands.

Fast he shoved Skirner from his knees until he lay flat against the bed with Magne leaning over him.
Skirner knew he logically should be petrified but there was nothing there, no fear, no nothing.

Soon Magne relieved Skirner from his pants and he was naked in the cold room.
Magne was overjoyed.
Skirners body was completely white, so pale that he could see blue veins show through the skin.

Light colored hair grew around his limp penis, which was as white as the rest of his body.
His legs were long and slender, flat tummy and bony hips.

He let his hands wander over the beautiful body while Skirner was amazed and followed the sweeps of his hands with his eyes.
Repeatedly his brain shouted that he should react to this.
If not, in disgust and horror, then in delight like a normal person.

It frightened him how little he really cared about what happened to his body.
Magnes hands had now moved down to his groin and he tugged his pubic hair loosely.

He let one finger slide over the sleeping penis and rubbed his hands along the inside of the boy's thighs while he carefully spread his legs.
That the boy was not hard by his fondling made him disappointed but not surprised, a whore could not always show interest for their customers and usually the customers did not care.
That he knew from resent experience.

Magne however liked when his companion for the evening had a nice time but he was not going to force it on the boy, it would only have the opposite effect.
For now he was just satisfied the boy had not run away in panic, as nervous as Skirner was Magne had expected a bit more trouble.

He let his hands make small circles on the soft skin of his thighs and then cupped Skirners balls in his right palm.
They were not large but had a great weight when he rolled them in the palm of his hand.

They made his mouth watering.
He could not help but to lean forward and stroke his tongue a few times over the soft skin.

His own cock was hard as steel and began to feel uncomfortable.
He peaked a look at the boy's face to see how he took it and was relieved by the calm face he found there.

Yes, he had preferred a face in ecstasy but as long as there were no tears and panic, he was satisfied.
He let his fingers wander from the little balls down to the hidden entrance down under.

He could feel Skirner stiffen a bit when he let one fingertip touch the sensitive skin.
He realized he had forgotten one important thing, he got up quickly from the bed and started digging around in his cloak.

Skirner look puzzled and wondered if it was over already.
Could he have such luck?
Some minutes later Magne was back with a little bottle in his hand and came down on the bed to pick up where he left off.

He opened the cork of the little glass bottle and poured a little oil over a couple of his fingers and then went on to carefully touching the boy's anus.
Carefully he let his finger slide into the narrow tunnel.

Magnes cock pulsated at the thought that he would soon be in there.
Skirner was to his surprise, totally calm.
He now knew what it was Magne was going to do, he had done it before.
This time he knew what was coming.

He released Magne from his eyes and let him do what he wanted, staring up in the dirty ceiling to let his thoughts wander while another finger penetrated his body.
He did not understand why Magne even cared to open him, he had not expected it.

This was not at all what he had had in mind and if he were lucky it would continue like this.
He could do it if it was gentle like this.

He winced when a third finger pushed intohim, the pain weking him from his thoughts.

Once again he let his gaze wander to Magne and saw that a thin layer of sweat coated his skin and his eyes were burning with desire.
He could see the man's stiff cock from where he lay; it was long and thick and was a angry red.

Suddenly the fingers were gone and hands were there to turn him around so at he lay on his stomach.
The same hands grabbed his hips and pulled him up so he stood up on his knees and his body rested on his elbows.

He was relieved that he would not be able to see the man while he took him.
The hands swept a few times over his spine, and then he felt something pressed against his ass and held his breath, it was too late to back out now.

It burned when the man pushed into his body but the pain was not as bad as last time.
The pressure was uncomfortable and it stung, but it did not feel like he was being ripped apart from inside.

Magne stopped moving behind him and he felt the mans thighs press against the back of his own.
Magne began to move now and he felt how the cock was slipping out of him and then being pushed back with a smack of skin against skin.
The sound stabbed his ears and he grabbed the sheets tightly to not panic.

Magne felt dizzy.
The sight of the beautiful boy under him and the pressure of the tunnel around him was so wonderful.
He tried to be tender to the inexperienced boy, but it was hard when it was so tempting to just ram into him repeatedly.

He looked down where he was entering Skirner and could not help but groan.
Holy shit!
He knew that tingle in his balls and realized that the end was near; it was not often it ended this soon.

Skirner felt Magne loose his rhythm and knew what was waiting.
Soon he felt Magne stiffen, grunt and then relax.
Gently he pulled out and stroked Skirner over one buttocks before he went to rinse off in the bowl at the chest.

Skirner sunk down on the bed still on his stomach and followed Magne whit his eyes while the man rinsed his now limp dick and then wiped it on a towel.
Magne bent down and then began pulling on his clothes.

Skirner had no idea what was the right thing to do now so he just laid there and felt the pulsating in his ass.
When Magne was fully dressed he dug around in his coat and pulled out a leather purse, fished out a few coins and then sat on the bed.

One hand he stroked over Skirners satin hair.
"Thank you boy, it was lovely." he said, with a light tone of voice and put the coins on the pillow next to Skirners head.

"I have paid for the room for an hour more so you can stay a while and rest up after I've gone.”

Skirner did not know what to answer something like that with so he just nodded and stared wide-eyed at Magne.

"Well, guess I should go now ... Bye.”
And just like that Magne was no longer there.
Skirner looked at the coins on the pillow.
Now he would have food for a week.