Swedish Tongue

Calvin had always wanted to learn a language and he decided to learn the language of his ancestors: Swedish. There was a serious lack of courses in Mount Two Timbers, and he ended up doing an online course instead.

He felt like his Introduction to Swedish course had been successful, but the final passing requirement was an in-person casual conversation.

“Don’t worry,” his professor said, “I have some contacts, and we were able to find a local in Mount Two Timbers that speaks fluent Swedish and is willing to host you and provide your final exam. I’ve sent the address to your email, and you are expected there Tuesday at 2pm. You’ll be meeting with a Mr. Vena Polla.”

Calvin looked at the address he had written down: 419 Armory Road. Calvin checked his watch to see that he was a little. He knocked on the door.

The man who answered the door was not quite what Calvin had expected. He was tall and dark skinned, with a salt and pepper beard that blended into his salt and pepper pompadour. He was wearing loose pair of white drawstring pants and a button up shirt that was completely open. His furry chest was huge, Calvin couldn’t image he’d be able to close the shirt over them if he wanted to, and the hair was grayed around his dark nipples.

“Si,” said the man when Calvin hadn’t said a word.

“Oh, ummm… I’m Calvin. I’m here for the Swedish exam.”

“No,” the man held up a hand and shook his head.

“Oh, I forgot this was immersive. No English,” Calvin spoke more to himself than anything, but the man remained staring at him from the doorway.

“Hej mitt namn är Calvin,” Calvin put his hand out to shake.

The man took his hand with a quizzical look and shook it.

“Polla? Vena Polla?” Calvin asked.

“Disculpe?” Vena said. He seemed shocked at first, but a wry grin wrapped around his face as his handshake grew firmer. Vena invited Calvin inside.

“I know I’m supposed to speak in Swedish, but I’m really nervous.”

Vena started talking very quickly and Calvin didn’t understand a word.

“Sorry, would you mind slowing down.”

Vena held his hands up in the air, gesturing to say, “what the fuck?” The button up slipped off one of his shoulders revealing black and gray hairs speckling his thick tanned shoulders.

“Oh! Oh, because I’m early. I was supposed to be here at two. Ummm… Tva,” Calvin held up two fingers and shook them at Vena.

Vena grinned a toothy white smile and nodded. He ushered Calvin to a couch.

“Desnudo,” he said before promptly walking out of the room.

Calvin slipped out of his shoes, sat on the couch, and pulled his shoulder bag into his lap. He opened it up and started to look for his notes when he heard Vena return. Calvin looked up.

Vena had brought a second man with them. The second man was a remarkable resemblance to Vena, but had solid black hair instead of salt and pepper. They both had thick chests, strong jaws, dark skin, perky nipples ringed with wavy hair, and thick bush around their dangling cocks.

They were completely nude.

“Mi hermano… dos,” Vena held up two fingers and both men grinned down at Calvin whose jaw had dropped significantly.

The younger of the two men held Calvin’s jaw between his thumb and finger and closed his mouth gently.

“Dile,” Vena said.

“Ummm… mitt namn är Calvin. Vena Polla. Herman Polla?” He pointed at them in turn, feeling his heartbeat faster as he watched their cocks bounce against their furry bases. The men grinned and laughed. Herman gave him a hearty pat on the shoulder.

Both the nude men sat on each side of Calvin. Herman began to play at the base of Calvin’s shirt while Vena gripped and rubbed Calvin’s leg.

“When Professor Glade said this was immersive, I don’t know that I understood the assignment, but I’m not disliking it.”

Vena’s cock, an uncut tuber balanced on two cream-filled pastries, sat thick in his lap. Herman’s cock was also uncut but pulled back to reveal a shiny head on a long meaty snake and his balls dangled between his thick thighs.

Calvin watched as both of their cocks grew and thickened and then he felt his shirt pulled up and over his head.

“Tack, Sir,” Calvin said.

Herman got onto the floor and placed himself between Calvin’s legs. He unzipped Calvin’s pants and peeled them off slowly to reveal that Calvin had not been wearing underwear. The slight curve of his rock-hard cock bounced out of the jeans and brushed against Herman’s lips.

“Hur mår du?” Calvin asked, unsure if he was on track with the exam.

Both men ignored Calvin’s and began to speak to each other. Herman grinned and took Calvin into his mouth. Calvin could feel the wet hot squeeze as his tongue caressed in circles around his cock head before sliding down and in swirling motion.

Vena gripped the back of Calvin’s head and looked him in the eyes. He began to speak very quickly.

“Unnnnfff… sorry, you’re going a little fast again. Ummm… upprepa. Can you repeat?”

Vena repeated slowly, “no más hablar.” With eye’s locked on Calvin’s he moved a leg over Herman and straddled Calvin standing. He pushed his thick cock into Calvin’s mouth and filled it from side to side. Calvin took a heavy breath through his nose before the cock could block his sinuses.

Herman continued to go up and down on Calvin’s cock while Vena gripped the back of Calvin’s head and pumped.

Calvin pinched at his nipples. He could feel the wiring from nipple to bellybutton and he was getting dangerously close to cumming. Right before he would’ve started to climax Herman pulled off tapped at Vena.

The two men began to talk again. They spoke quickly and pointed at Calvin and then Herman stood up and directed Calvin onto his knees on the couch.

“You want me like this?” Calvin stood upright, but Vena pushed him down onto his hands and knees. Herman brought himself up so that his veiny cock throbbed in Calvin’s face.

Calvin opened his mouth to say something in Swedish, but Herman’s cock pushed into his mouth before he could get a word out. At the same time, Vena spread Calvin’s cheeks apart with his thumbs and spit directly onto his tight hole.

Calvin’s eyes grew wide as he felt the swell of Vena’s cock push into him, forcing his hole wider and wider. He tried to take a sharp breath in, but just felt the foreskin from Herman’s cock tickle the back of his throat.

Calvin’s own cock bounced up and down, slapping against his belly, as he was tossed back and forth between to the two men.

“Dios mío!” Vena cried as he slowed his pump and then rammed his hips into Calvin’s muscled ass. Calvin felt the yammy cock pulse one end to the other with each spurt of cum that blast deep into his guts

Vena's balls drained and slapped against Calvin’s ass as he collapsed hugged his hands around Calvin’s chest.

“Mi turno,” Herman said. Vena rolled over, taking Calvin with him until Calvin was balanced on top of Vena’s muscular torso. He had been stealthy enough to leave his cock still inserted inside Calvin.

Vena kept his arms locked around Calvin as Herman lifted his legs and pushed himself inside, brushing up against Vena’s slowly softening cock. Herman began to pump.

“Mierda, chico blanco. Mierda.”

Herman began to moan. He would yell words and phrases that made no sense to Calvin; he had learned none of these phrases in class. Herman spoke quicker and faster. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and pumped with a staccato pound.

“Mierda,” he said with each pump, “mierda, Mierda, MIERDA!”

Herman’s cum shot powerful into Calvin, pushing Vena’s even deeper inside.

Herman collapsed onto the couch next to Calvin and Vena slipped out onto the other side. They each faced him, one arm draped around, on the tight squeeze of the small couch.

“Var är toaletten?”

The two men laughed and Vena leaned in for a kiss. Calvin felt his tongue, soft and moist, push against his own and caress at his teeth.

Herman reached down and gripped Calvin’s still throbbing cock and, pushing the plentiful precum around the head of his cock and down the shaft, began to stroke him in long slow strokes. Vena’s hand joined Herman’s and they stroked Calvin together.

Calvin turned his head to face Herman. Herman kissed deeper, harder, with a little nibble on the lip. The men stroked harder. Vena pulled Calvin’s face over for another kiss. The men stroked faster. Herman pulled Calvin’s face over for a kiss.

The men pushed their drained cocks against Calvin’s torso and they each kissed him together.

Calvin came in a stream that shot up and hit him in the face. Then he kept cumming, hitting Vena in the face and then Herman before hitting Calvin again.

“Does this mean I’ve passed?” all three of the men laughed.

Calvin noticed that he had a message on his phone, he opened it and listened, “Hey Calvin, it’s Professor Glade. Vena called and said you no showed; we both want to make sure you’r okay. Just in case you need it again, the address is 419 Armory Road. Vera said she can reschedule to next week if needed. Let us know you are okay.”

As Calvin left Vena shook his hand and said, “mañana a la misma hora?”

“I don’t understand that one,” Calvin said.

“You come tomorrow. Same hour,” the man said with a heavy accent and then closed the door.

Calvin looked up at 416 Armory Road. He knew he’d be back for another lesson.

THE END