The hitch out of town was difficult. 20 minutes of people giving me a thumbs up back but not stopping. There was a group of really hot guys that drove by in an RV. They smiled and waved but all I thought about was what good of a time they were missing out on.
I started walking with my thumb out since I was getting cold. A local picked me up and dropped me off about 20 minutes down the road at a remote junction he was making a turn at.
“Worst case, there’s a campground 45 minutes down the road,” he said.
“Driving or walking?”
“Oh right, driving.”
I walked up the hill on the main highway, unbeknownst to me that it was actually a mountain pass I was going over. Eventually a guy swerved over to pick me up. Thank god, because I would’ve been fucked finding a spot to camp. He opened the trunk for me to throw my pack in and expressed how he has been in the same situation before.
“Where are you headed?” he asked.
“Akureyri.”
“That’s exactly where I’m going.”
I felt like I scored a jackpot because it would take a few hours to get there. He was beyond handsome—pale skin, dark curly hair, wild man look and he had a Swiss accent. The thought I was going to get lucky was short-lived after he started talking about his boyfriend. I accepted my fate and moved on.
He was visiting Iceland while contemplating whether or not he wanted to take the next step in the relationship with his man. He was into drama theatre and was trying to figure out how to make money doing something he had a passion for rather than settling for a job he had no interest in.
We naturally became friends and shared an interest over our passion for boys and the features they had, most of all their cocks. He asked me about my favorite sexual experiences, then I showed him random pictures of my favorite men.
“You might as well make an album of all your lovers,” he said.
“I’ve been told.”
He dropped me off at Hamrar, known to be the largest campground in the country. I fell in love with the energy. It was on the very outskirts of the busy town. The owner of the place booked me a site and said I could set up anywhere I wanted to since it was the off season.
I got settled in and found out the area was full of trails. I decided to give them a go tomorrow. I ate some twizzlers at the picnic table and broke another tooth while doing so. Didn’t even phase me, started to be the new norm for me.
I watched as a cyclist arrived and set up his tent between some trees. I approached him, basically to tell him he was nuts for cycling around the country but also to give him kudos.
“I’ve been out here for three months now,” he said.
“How do you deal with the wind? Do you ever get toppled over?”
“All of the time,” he said, then showed me his helmet that was nearly shattered to bits.
“Sort of defeats the purpose.”
“That’s part of the journey,” he said. “It’s not my first time. I’ve cycled all around Norway.”
Wild and completely out of my understanding. Hiking around a country made complete sense to me, but biking? God no.
The owner of the campground asked if I wanted a ride to the grocery store so I could get myself some food and avoid walking a few miles. I hopped right in his car.
“You’re quite the adventurer,” he said, noticing I had arrived alone with a giant backpack.
“Yup.”
“I used to travel just the same as you,” he said, “I’ve moved around 40 times until I found this place right here. It just feels so good for me here, so I stayed. Now, I have a lot of children and I feel happy being in this spot in my life.”
I bought my food, walked back home then went in the common area. People were starting to fill up the area for dinner. I noticed some stairs in the middle of the room that led up to a warm loft space, suited way better for the negative degree weather. There were even mattresses set up to sleep on. It felt similar to NZ huts. It was so warm that I didn’t even think I would need to use a sleeping bag. The catch? There was a sign that read there was a chance of getting bit by some sort of bugs/mites overnight because they liked to hide in warm places, specifically on the human body.
I looked around the corner to find two girls setting up a spot. I noticed one of them had a hyperlite bag with an orange triangle.
“Oh my god!” I shouted, my excitement getting the best of me. “Are you a thru-hiker? Did you hike the TA?!”
“You noticed the orange triangle,” she said, laughing.
She hiked it a few years back when it wasn’t as popular as it is now. Her friend was a kiwi and had moved to Iceland about 6 months ago. They were traveling around doing small kine hikes.
“Fuck it, I’m gonna stay up here with you guys,” I said. “I would rather have the possibility of getting bit by bugs than spend another night in negative degree temperature.”
I went searching for a worker to ask about switching my tent space to the loft and found the security guard. The roleplay fantasy started getting to me. He was blonde, appeared to be in his early twenties and his accent had me nervously attracted to him. It had been a while since I was one on one flirting with a guy I was interested in.
“Are you a local?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“That’s so cool.”
“I mean I guess,” he said. “It’s cool to come here for two weeks, you see everything then there’s nothing left to do. You stay for a month and you do it all again.”
He appeared pretty cold and standoffish, but I looked past it. “You just gotta find fun stuff to do,” I said.
“Yeah but there’s not much.”
Okay, let me rephrase that. “You need to find someone that brings a good time,” I flirted, smiling at the sexual innuendo.
From that moment on, he kept initiating a conversation, even getting up out of his seat to stand closer to me and elongate boring topics. For several minutes I gave him easy hooks to make a move on me, but he didn’t take the bait.
“Okaaay, well,” I said as I grabbed the door handle. I tried really hard not to show how badly I needed cock but still looked back at him with pleading eyes. “I guess I’m going to head to bed.”
At the very last second, he says, “Come find me later.”
“Yeah? What time do you get off?”
“1am, and I’ll be here all day tomorrow.”
I bit my tongue. 1am?! I know how much I cherish my sleep (more than most things in life) but I wasn’t going to say no to the opportunity of new cock when it presented itself. Plus, I felt as if I was about to start menstruating any hour.
“Make it a date to go look at the northern lights?” I asked.
“Yes!”
I fist bumped to myself when I walked away.
Somehow, I actually got up at 1am to meet him.
“I actually thought you wouldn’t show,” he said as he gave me a hug.
He was completely unaware of how much I needed it. I looked up and immediately saw the lights when I stepped outside! It was out of this world unbelievable. There were streaks in the sky even with a naked eye and they danced in streaming waves. He walked me out to a dirt road where there was a better view.
“Wow,” I breathed, in absolute awe.
He seemed indifferent after having seen it thousands of times before. “So, what do you want to do?” he asked.
“Take me somewhere,” I said as I flirtatiously leaned my head and sunk into my hip.
We got in his car and he drove me up a small hill to some sort of building. The parking lot was packed with cars and teenagers acting rowdy.
“Well, this is not what I expected,” he said.
A cop car was parked there as well.
“Maybe he came here to party,” I joked.
The cop approached a car and shined the light on the driver. I remember getting busted like that when I was younger, lying to the cop saying I wasn’t drinking even though he was in the act of giving me a breathalyzer test. I thought about all the interactions I had with cops when I was younger and how many times I could’ve made a move but my shy personality outweighed the insatiable slut.
We drove up a mountain on a dirt road and he parked about halfway up. We stepped outside and leaned our backs on his car as we watched the dancing lights again. I nuzzled underneath his arm to keep warm. We were both acting shy and awkward, but I loved those moments just as much as the super confident raunchy ones. I could tell he was wondering if he should make a move on me. Each time he would look over to me, he would look down at my lips then turn away smiling, looking back up at the aurora borealis.
Eventually, he took the chance and went in for it which I gladly accepted. God, it felt so good to kiss a man again, especially in such a romantic way. I was a sucker for it. He was a terrible kisser, but that’s besides the point. He pressed me against the car and fondled my breasts as I grabbed at his bulge. He was very nervous and it was obvious he didn’t know how to handle a woman correctly. He clamped my nipples with his teeth extremely hard followed by biting my neck and collarbone.
“I took notice that you’re a little masochist,” he said as my hips moved towards him each time the pain grew in strength.
He began fingering me fast and hard. He was super into pleasing me but he couldn’t get hard which meant he couldn’t have sex with me, leaving me disappointed.
“I wish you were staying for a week,” he said, “I can’t just have sex with people I barely know. My body doesn’t work that way.”
“Well mine does,” I said, feeling frustrated.
I rolled my eyes to myself. At least I got fingered some. He grabbed a napkin to wipe the cum off his fingers. He offered me one and I chuckled as I grabbed his hand and licked his two fingers.
“I like it messy,” I said.
Then, he took me on a drive to go see the city lights from a higher viewpoint on the other side of the bridge near the mountain tunnel. It was 2am and the parking lot was packed.
I yawned and asked, “How are people up this late?”
“This is the hangout spot,” he said.
“We should have sex right here!” I said, feeling suddenly awake.
“Yeah,” he said sarcastically, “where there’s people everywhere.”
I asked him to drive me home. He was definitely not my kind of fun. I felt so unsatisfied, not getting the proper fucking I was expecting. When we arrived back, I gave him a kiss goodbye and I could feel him longing for an emotional connection with me, but I was unreachable.
