clear. She was not a happy visiting nurse. And God knows
what Bjorn must have thought.
JANNIK AND I WERE PUSHING the shopping trolley
through the Brugsen's Supermarket, the little guy telling
me his plans to someday conduct the Royal Danish
Opera—did you know that orchestra conductors have
groupies?—when my Batphone lit up. (Yeah, I know, but
we do call them Batphones.)
"I have a work call coming in, can you finish up? I'll
be outside," I told Jannik. "Four-four-three-two—
codename Rascal," I spoke softly into the phone as I
headed for the door.
"Response niner-niner-three-niner," the voice on
the other end verified. "Go ahead, ma'am, I have Rascal on
the line."
"Hey, ya big homo," came the chirpy voice of my
friend Marge. "You gonna lay around like a slug, or are
you ready to do your grateful nation's business?"
"Ready, willing, and able, Mabel!"
"Got a hot one for ya. It's a Virgin quickie, but
you're the dude for the job. Besides, we don't got anyone
else," Marge admitted.
"It's have..."
"What?"
"You don't have anyone else, and thanks for tapping
the bottom of the barrel before thinking of me, you old
carpet muncher," I joked.
"Better a carpet in front of me than a wiener inside
of me, I always say. And who made you the fucking
grammar fuzz, anyway? Smart ass."
"Where're you sending me, oh genie of the lamp?"
"North Africa."
"North what-the-fuck?"
"You heard me, sunshine. Get that cute ass of yours
to C-town tomorrow noon to pick up your prize. See ya!"
And she hung up. She had to be fucking with me. I'm
probably gonna insert an asset into Russia, or maybe
Bulgaria or one of the other "ia" semi-failed states like
Romania or Slovakia. Bratislava's a nice town. I could dig
me some goulash. Hungary might be a good bet. They're
always up to mischief, though usually it's of the corporate
kind. They're starting to become as prolific as the Chinese
when it comes to swiping patents, and doing inferior
knock-offs, all with a little industrial espionage tossed in
for good measure. But we don't often get involved with
that stuff. That's FBI and Treasury Department territory.
Well, I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
I STARTED TO HEAD BACK INTO the store after
gathering some additional details from the duty officer,
when I heard my car beep at me. There sat Jannik, waiting
like a patient pup.
"Where's the shopping?" I asked him.
"In the way-back," he answered.
"How'd you pay for it?"
"I didn't. I yelled for everybody to get down on the
floor if they know what's good for themselves. Then I told
them I was taking the Corn Flakes and all the candy bars
and to not call the cops till they are counting to sixty-nine."
"Why sixty-nine?" I asked, pulling away from the
car park and onto Gamel Odensevej.
"Because everybody in the world remembers that
number," he said.
"Why do they remember that number?" I prodded.
"You know... sex! "
"What does that have to do with sex?" I asked,
doing my best not to laugh. He glared at me over the top
of his sunglasses.
"Really? You're gonna make me say it?"
"Yeah! Go on..."
He sighed and threw his hands up. "Okay..." Then
whispering conspiratorially he said, "It's how many times
you're supposed to kiss somebody before you're allowed
to have sex with them."
"Really? Okay." I said. "Then I'll tell your brother."
"Ewww....."
"Don't worry, I think we're only at about fifty-
something kisses," I smiled. "We still have a ways to go."
He just shook his head. "So how did you pay for the
groceries?"
"Pfffttt... With money, you dumb American
tourist," he chuckled. "How do you think?"
"You had that much money? Damn, you're a rich
little fuck, aren't you. That ain't right," I laughed. "I'll give
it back to you when we get home."
"No, it's my turn to pay. I'm a big boy; I can pay for
my own way. I owe you boys," he informed me. "So don't
try and get all up in my business, homey!"
"Sure thing, 50-kroner!"
"Huh?"
"We're in Denmark, fool. You can't be 50-cent.
That's American money."
"Oh, shut up."
Chapter 20
uh." It's what Pokey says whenever he doesn't
" know what else to say. But you already know that
H about him. He just kind of stares at you like he's
not sure what to do and then utters the Huh.
"I'll be gone less than seventy-two hours," I
explained. "And you won't even miss me."
"Like hell! I missed you when you went to the
store," he said, taking my hand. We sat hip-to-hip on the
comfy couch. I told him we should get a big, overstuffed
couch that we can make into a fun romper room.
We knew that Jannik would be over a lot, bringing
his smelly, greasy little pals in tow. So why not get an
indestructible sofa that, even if it gets destroyed, we won't
care? Sure, he'd said. You pick. And this is what I'd chosen.
And now it'd become the first class cabin in our little
home. We spent hours here, watching TV, listening to
music, eating dinner, reading and, as long as Jannik wasn't
there, engaging in other activities.
"What will you be doing? I think I shall know just
in case," he chuckled. He knew he could never ask details
until the assignment was over and I was home again.
"I'm transporting a load of Russian drag queens out
of Saint Petersburg before Putin poots his puddin' and has
the girls workin' the streets in front of Lenin's tomb. That's
what," I joked.
"I think one Jannik is enough in this house."
"Sorry," I said. "Can't help it."
"They must have a pill for your problem," he said.
"Oh, yes! Cyanide!"
"You're so harsh! Abuse! Abuse!," I cried, as he laid
across my lap and tickled me. "Don't start nothing you
don't wanna finish," I warned. "Because this dog's in heat
for ya!"
"I'll show you a dog. Come with me, big boy! I have
some candy in my room!"
I LOVE HOW WE ARE. I love our playfulness; how we are
so in tune with one another. I love that we have no fear of
any of the usual hurtful things others do to one another. I
don't only trust Sander with my life, I trust him with my
soul. There are no compartments hidden in either of us.
And I've discovered that the way we keep our emotional
status healthy is with physical expression. It's literally a
statement without the need for words or deeds. A new-
ager would tell us that we're both happy to let the other
one 'be', that our relationship comes with no extraneous
promises or actions because none are needed. Sure, it
could be said that we're both new to this, a
nd that our life
together was just beginning. But I knew, as sure as Sander
is the most beautiful human being on this or any planet,
that we are meant to be together for eternity. I never knew
what love was until the day he walked into my life, and
became a lead in my own life movie.
"If you're going away, we have to make sure that
we hold and love the other for as long as we can," Pokey
said. "And of course, my pink parts are available at any
time along the way."
"Mine are too!"
"Then get that gorgeous smooth ass of yours into
Sander's cradle of love, so I can take you for a ride! I must
teach you a thing or four, since tomorrow you are Marge's
bitch!" he laughed.
"Oh, yes sir!" I grinned. "I'm ready to do your
bidding! But what about the lad?"
"Jannik!" he yelled. "Come here!" within moments
the stomp of stocking feet came running down the hall. He
rapped on the door.
"What's the big deal anyway?" he barked. "I'm
doing stuff!"
"Good. So are we. So don't bug us unless the
house is on fire, or your cats learn to behave. Whatever
comes first."
"Aaaggghhh! Too much! Too much!" Jannik
squinted, plugging his ears. "I can't un-hear that!"
"Go play!" Sander teased.
"Okay. But I don't have to remind you, right?"
"What?" I asked. And Jannik quietly pointed to the
upstairs loft. Oh, shit! Yeah, a new element to consider
before playtime begins.
"So keep it down, yeah?" Jannik called back as he
headed down the hall.
"Didn't think about our lodger," I said, stifling the
laugh that was building. "The kid's right! We'd better keep
it down."
"What I have planned doesn't need any noise. Just
do what I say and no dicks or butts will be harmed!"
Sander said, as he began peeling his clothes away. "I am so
looking forward to this!" he said, jumping into our big,
comfortable bed. "I'm ready to take you twice around the
world!"
"And I'm ready to be taken!" I sighed. This fourteen
by eighteen foot collection of walls and timber was the
epicenter of our world, as it should be. I felt his warm skin
on mine, and as he gently helped me disrobe, I was happy
to acknowledge that I had truly lost count of how many
times we'd embarked on this sweet and caring expression
of our love and of our lives. This is why we inhabit this
world. This is why we meet, form friendships which
bloom into pure love, never quite knowing when the line
marking friendship to love is crossed.
As I laid back against the stack of pillows we call
The Fortress of Fun, I felt Sander reach under the
eiderdown and place his hand upon my already excited
penis. The pole was ready to raise a white flag of
surrender; whatever the man had in mind.
"I want to lay next to you, like a man lies with a
woman. I wanna really piss off the Bible whacks today! I
want to Sodom your Gomorrah!" Sander smiled. "I wanna
commit sexual crimes against nature!" he laughed.
"Oooo! Tell me more," I pleaded. "Don't leave me
hanging, like these big balls of mine!"
"Porno script! I love it! Next come the pizza guy to
deliver pizza and we gots no money so he get a big blow
job instead!"
"No! No, I know," I chuckled. "I'll be the sergeant
and you'll be the new recruit!"
"I know! Even better!" he chirped. "I'll be Sander
Lars Hansen and you'll be Johnnie Allen and we'll fuck
like rabbits in a whore hutch!"
"A whore hutch? Yeah, baby!" I chuckled. "Let's get
it on!"
"Okay, here it comes!" Sander said.
"Promises, promises!"
I was on my back, my hands behind my head, so
comfortable on the eiderdown, so content. He crawled on
top of me and just lay on my chest, his face turned to the
side so I could feel the beat of his temples; his warmth
soothing me in my anticipation of what was to come.
"I wait for this every day. I think of you, and you're
always here," Sander said, his hardness the only thing
between us. I caught his lovely scent, and he made me feel
so safe and cared for. "Here. Put this on your hands," he
whispered, drizzling the KY on me. "Put your hands
underneath you. Just like this."
Sander's hardened cock found a space between my
slickened hands and my ass and slowly moved it back and
forth. Then he parted my thighs with his knee and then led
my hand to cup his cock. I felt his strength and his power
over me, and it made me hotter than I'd been in a very
long while, which is a difficult undertaking when Sander
is your lover.
Now his dick was exactly between my thighs, and
he closed them tight upon it and sped his motion. I could
see his cock push in and out, and could feel his foreskin
retract on the downward thrusts and revert on the
upswing.
The lube was everywhere and he rubbed some onto
his right index and middle fingers and gently began to
open my quivering anus, soon finding his way to the P-
spot. Of course I was already hard as a stone pillar, but the
sensation he caused forced me to catch my breath. I felt
pleasure that I didn't believe the human body was even
He stroked the surface of my entry and then
slowly—so very slowly—he inserted his middle finger as
far as it would go and then just froze it there. Neither in,
nor out. Just the feeling of his digit in my hole created that
quivering feeling once more.
"Sander, I love you more than anything or anyone
in this whole big world. Do you know that?" I whispered.
"Yes, I do," he replied, and then his mouth dove for
mine with a hunger that was only satiated by our colliding
tongues, and our exchange of breath and passion. "I want
to fuck you. I want to be in you, Johnnie."
"Please! Please, yes, make love with me, Sander," I
sighed.
"There's something first," he said. "I need to taste
you, and I need you to do something."
"Anything!"
"Tighten you ass for as long as you can! Do it;
tighten it on my finger!"
I did as he told, and his mouth jumped on my
throbbing cock. The intensity was almost overwhelming,
but that wasn't the end of it. After he'd sucked me for a
good ten minutes, me tightening and loosening my grip on
his finger, he prepared to mount me from the front.
He got into position and looked me in my eyes, his
gentle smile letting me know that this was his show. He
was in control, and I was mighty happy to oblige him. He
placed the tip of his cock against my hole and froze.
"Tighten it for as long as you can again," he
prodded. I complied, my cock giving each heartbeat away
as it throbbed in unison with my elevated breathing. I
managed to hold it for about half a minute, and when I
relaxed, my ass literally pulled his cock into me. I never
even felt it enter me. I was so content that I actually had to
fight off the urge to sleep, and that in itself was a massive
turn-on.
"Oh my God!" I cried in ecstasy. He just kept the
train chugging, picking up speed until the perfect rhythm
was achieved. I thrust my hips toward him each repetition
to meet his deep plowing of my ass. Then, as he got a little
closer to the main event, he started stroking me with his
warm, lubed hand. He knew exactly how to brush his
palm against my head, and his motions were in complete
sync with his cock moving into and out of my appreciative
ass.
"I love you, Johnnie. I'll love you forever. Thank
you so much for being my life."
"Oh, fuck me harder! Harder! Deeper! I want all of
you in me. God, I love you so much!" and I felt a tear run
down my cheek. It was a tear of wonder; of happiness and
gratefulness.
I loved this man so much. I know he knew it. How
many times can you tell someone that you love them
without the words going stale after awhile? This is how
you tell them: You show them with your body and your
feelings, and you please them every way that you can
possibly do it. And it clicked that that's why sex is so fun.
It's because it's the ultimate way that one can express their
love. And as much as I was enjoying this moment, I could
see in Sander's eyes, as well as in the sex that we were
sharing, just how much he really loves me. And that
realization was priceless.
"Johnnie, I can't hold it any more. I have to cum! I
have to cum now!"
"Cum right inside me. Fill me with you, Sander! I
want to feel you inside of me!" I managed to say, despite
the passion that was causing me difficulty in forming and
saying the words.
"I'm cumming now!" And I immediately felt the
warmth of him inside me, and he dropped his face onto
my body as he released the last spurts of his semen into
me. Without missing a beat, he consumed my cock and
provided the most intense oral pleasure. It didn't take
long.
"Sander! I'm about to go!" I warned him. He just
sucked harder and flicked his tongue across the head as he
lightly squeezed my balls. "I'm cumming!"
He didn't miss a beat, and swallowed my cumload
without losing a drop. "You are so fucking sexy, Johnnie! I
swear to God!" he declared, finally coming up for air.