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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins) and older men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 36
They had left the Scottish mainland and the huge oil installations in the North Sea behind, and in the clear weather they could see Ð nothing Ð just white land, snow and ice. Young Colin and Bill were in a plane on their way from Scotland to Norway, their very first visit to that neighbouring country just across the sea, but in many ways far away from their daily life.
"How can people live here?" Colin had one eye on the landscape beneath them, the other eye on a dark-haired, well-built steward who had been buzzing around him like a fly on a lump of sugar.
"He's undressing me with his eyes!" Colin whispered to Bill.
Bill rolled his eyes. "You are really self-centred, baby. Can't you wait with your hot thoughts until you meet Olav in Lillehammer?" Bill said with a smile.
"You are looking forward to meeting him again too, aren't you Daddy?" Colin squeezed his Dad's cock under the newspaper lying on his lap. "And you get horny thinking about Thor, my professor. You haven't forgotten the hot sex you had with him when we all met the first time in his flat, have you?" Colin managed to unzip Bill far enough to get two fingers inside his trousers, touching the huge cock that was now becoming stiff.
Bill was happy that the two just shared a twin seat so, instead of closing, he opened his legs a bit more and gave Colin full access for his little hand which soon found the opening in his underwear.
"I'm not the only horny passenger here." Bill looked at Colin's small but very visual bulge.
"I've been like a monk all week," Colin retorted. "Kenny was away home, and Thor left for Bergen earlier this week. Roland came to my bed two nights, but that's all."
"So you mean, only two nights out of five with heavy sex is living a monk's life?" Bill had problems with sitting still. Colin had found his cockhead inside his trousers.
"And you, Daddy? Just packing and planning. Was Chit cold with you this week?" Colin squeezed his daddy's cock.
"How do youÉ?" Bill started.
"When you write your appointments on the memory board, you have no secrets." Colin grinned. "And he was hot, wasn't he? Made you fuck him, eh?"
"Yes son, I did...and he came twice, really hot." Bill was dreaming.
"But why were you so excited when I called you yesterday morning?" Colin felt pre-cum dripping from his father's cock. Bill blushed. "Another secret, Daddy?" Colin had always dreamed about sex in an airplane and now he was nearly there with his own dad.
"Sorry for being so short in the phone, son, but Qi visited me for - as he called it - a pre-Christmas visit, and he wanted to see our new sling. I took him to the playroomÉ"
"And you fucked him in all possible positions." Colin looked at a wondering Bill. "You see Daddy, Bruce called me last night to wish me a happy journey and he told me that you were no longer living like a monk. And now you are nearly cumming, Daddy? All above the ice and snow. Hot eh? Colin whispered.
"You have to stop, son. We are in a plane with lots of people around." Bill looked around but could not see anyone watching. Colin withdrew his hand and put it in his mouth. Then he rose from the seat and hurried to the toilet just behind their seats. He passed the steward who had a huge grin on his face. Colin thought he had probably seen what had happened in the last few minutes.
The devil inside Colin took the control now. The horny boy went into the narrow toilet opposite the pantry. He pulled out his stiff cock and, with the door half open, he started to wank. It was all over in half a minute. He sent his spunk over the mirror and the washbasin. The steward just outside suddenly started coughing and Colin locked the door.
"Problems pissing, son?" Bill looked at Colin with a smile. "Or couldn't you wait for Olav to suck you off?" The colour of Colin's face gave him the answer. For once Colin found it wise not to give all the details to his dad.
"Open sea again, Daddy." Colin pointed outside. They had crossed the mountain plateau, and were flying over the Oslo fiord. "A great view. There are people living here after all. See the city, almost like a model. You see the ski jump up on the hillside. It's called Holmenkollen and is quite famous!" Colin guided his daddy,
"You've done your homework, Colin." Bill was proud of his young son.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen. We will be landing in ten minutes." The Norwegian adventure was about to start for the two who would celebrate Christmas in strange surroundings up in the mountains.
"Welcome to Oslo Gardermoen airport. The temperature outside is minus 23 degrees, and there is some wind. Take care when you leave the aircraft, as the steps might be slipperyÉ"
The aircraft had stopped not more than hundred metres from the terminal, but both Colin and Bill wondered how it could be so cold, when they stepped out into the cold polar wind in their fleece jackets.
Two escalators took them to the railway station beneath the airport terminal, and then they went directly to the Intercity train. Thor had booked them tickets in the 'comfort class' compartment, and they soon forgot about the cold weather outside. At 200 km per hour, the train headed north for Hamar and then Lillehammer, the town at the entrance to the valley of Gudbrandsdalen.
"Look at the building over there." Colin pointed out when they passed a strange looking hall in the outskirts of Hamar. "You'll never guess the name, Daddy!"
"Isn't that the `Viking Ship'?" Bill tried to sound indifferent, but was happy to follow his young son's enthusiasm.
"Yes, it's the famous speed skating rink built like an overturned Viking ship for the 1994 Winter Olympics. Olav told me to look for it. As a young skater, he competed in that hall," said Colin.
"So that's where he got his beautiful butt then!" Colin blushed at Bill's words. The two were not alone! A gentleman on the other side smiled at him, but Colin thought it best not to get involved with any of the other passengers. He remembered well when he got his bum soundly spanked after an incident on a French train.
"Next station is Lillehammer. Exit on the left side." The screen showed that the temperature outside was -31!
On the platform, waving and jumping, was Olav wearing heavy sports gear and a huge smile. Behind him stood Thor. Olav rushed forward and embraced his young friend. "Welcome, brother. It's great to see you," he said and, in the middle of all the travellers, he kissed Colin without hesitation.
"We crossed the mountain from Bergen yesterday," Thor said. "A lot of snow but the roads were good. It's very cold here now, but the weather forecast suggests it will be less cold although with more snow in the afternoon."
"How far away is the cottage?" Colin was sitting in the back seat beside Olav in the very solid vehicle.
"About three hours in the car to the mountain farm where I was born, and then we have to use the Snowcat Ð a tracked vehicle - for the last hour up into the mountain side." Thor was the one to answer.
"Cool!" Colin hugged Olav. "I didn't know we'd get the chance to travel in a Snowcat!"
"In summer we can use car all the way, but in winter we usually ski the final part. We thought that was a bit tough for you city guys though." Olav grinned and used his fist on his friend's shoulder.
"And we are taking plenty of stuff for Christmas," Thor said. "Don't want you to starve up here you know. I hope you are hungry now because I plan to stop at a local cafŽ for some lunch. Eat well guys as there is only porridge tonight. You see, simple food is traditional the day before Christmas Eve!"
"I'm a bit worried about the cold weather. I don't know if we brought the appropriate clothing," Bill looked at Thor when they left the E6 road and headed up the more narrow road heading west.
"Don't worry. We have extra clothing for you at the farm." Thor smiled at Bill who relaxed.
"It can be very warm in the cottage, so we might be able to stay naked," said Olav. He was already in the mood for some fun.
"I'll be the naked Santa Claus," Colin followed.
"Santa Claus lives in Hollywood, where he was created by Walt Disney," Thor said. "In Norway the only similarity is the red cap worn by our Santas. They are the `small people' Ð the unseen spirits. There is no direct translation but I suppose you would call them elves or gnomes in English. One lives on every farm and takes care of the inhabitants, but you have to be kind to him or he runs to the neighbour's farm. That means bad luck."
"Something for my folklore studies." Colin was serious.
"Yes, for sure. Many of the old Christmas rituals come from the days before Christianity," Thor went on. "Take today, for example, the day before Christmas Eve. In Old Norse mythology, this is one of the days when evil ghosts from Asgaard roam over the land. They look for the weak - both people and animals, for unbaptised children, and for unmarried girls and take them away."
Colin made a face. "That sounds scary," he said. Then he turned to Olav and said, "I think we belong to the small ones." He smiled, moved closer and kissed him deeply. At the same time he squeezed Olav's bulge.
"Yeah, and to the hard ones," Olav said, letting his friend feel what was growing down there.
All the talking and the stories had made the long journey pass quickly, but suddenly Thor stopped the car in panic. A huge moose passed in front of them, but there was no collision. "They come down to the roads when there is so much snow. Even the deer do," Thor said, watching the animal as it jumped into the forest.
It started to snow and it was quite dark when they reached the small farmhouse.
"A cup of coffee and warmer clothes for you, and we have to transfer all our luggage to the Snowcat. Gunnar will drive us to the cottage." Thor parked his car in the yard.
"Who's Gunnar?" Colin was curious.
"He's a second cousin who lives here with his uncle. He's a guard in the National Park but he also helps his uncle at the farm. Great guy! Great hunter as well!"
"And he has the biggest cock I've seen in my life," Olav whispered to Colin when they stepped from the car into the dry falling snow.
"You must you played with him since you know that." Colin was as usual very direct.
"Guess I have." Colin couldn't see Olav blushing in the heavy snow.
Gunnar and his uncle had been waiting for them, and soon everyone was settled around a cosy table in the big kitchen. Colin's eyes were on the guy they called Gunnar. He thought he was about 35 and 6ft 6in (almost 2 metres) tall. He was well built, not thin but not bulky either, wild fair hair, with tanned skin on his face and on his arms, and a pair of blue smiling eyes.
The man had been dressed for winter sport, but was just in a tight woollen undershirt and jeans now. He was the one that served at the table. The old gentleman he called uncle was very silent and looked a bit fragile.
"Wake up, son. What do you want to drink?" Bill tried to give Colin a mug of hot chocolate.
As if coming from another world he answered, "Thank you!" Both Olav and Thor laughed, and so did Gunnar. Colin still did not know what was funny, but he got his hot drink and what the Norwegians called Christmas cake - slices of a white bread with raisins, served with homemade butter and "brown cheese."
"Tastes like caramel," Colin said. "More like a sweet dish than cheese. I do like it."
"You'd make a good Norwegian." Thor grinned.
"Gunnar! I remember your name from the Viking tagging in The Orkneys. A real Viking name, meaning warrior or hunter, as far as I remember. Old-Norse or perhaps old-German?" Colin looked at his professor, then back to a smiling Gunnar.
"Yes, warrior and hunter, so be careful Colin!" Gunnar said.
Bill recognised Colin's searching face. "You are not the only hunter here," he thought.
"It could be fun to have a lesson on Viking names but we are in a hurry now, folks. I want to get to the cottage before the snow gets too heavy outside. Gunnar has marked the trail with twigs so we should be fine." Thor was in command. "But you better put on some winter clothing, both inner and outer. It's cold in the wagon and if something should happen, we might be stuck in the snow for a while."
Gunnar saw that Bill looked worried. "Don't be afraid, guys. We have good communications. I've been in the cottage already today warming up both the main room and the sauna. I assumed you will follow the Norwegian tradition of taking a bath the night before Christmas Eve." Gunnar was showing his mountain host skills. "Come with me, boys. We'll go to my room upstairs. I have a full set of winter gear for you. And uncle, you will find something for Bill, won't you?"
"I have a set for you, Bill," Thor said, "so just come to this other chamber."
When they left the table, Colin went up the old man, gave him his hand and thanked for the meal. Bill smiled. His son was behaving really well. "Give me a hug," the old man said. "Very nice to have you here." Olav translated for the man who spoke only Norwegian.
"Just strip down, Colin," Gunnar said when they arrived in the upstairs room. "We use wool inside instead of cotton; it keeps us warm." He handed over a full set of everything, including a windproof coat, trousers and ski boots. I guess you have a full outfit, Olav?"
The boy nodded. "Yes, I have my stuff downstairs. I'll change there," he said as he left the room.
Colin was almost naked, and suddenly he was shy standing before the Viking beauty. "This wool is special. It doesn't itch, so you can take your boxers off too," Gunnar said as he handed him a pair of long underpants.
"Why not?" Colin thought. "I guess you want to see me naked, and that might only happen this time. I don't give a damn!" The problem was that the looks given to him by Gunnar at the table and the situation now had given Colin a boner. He didn't turn his back to the man, and he didn't remove his boxers quickly, and he didn't cover his stiff cock. He wanted Gunnar to see what he stayed here for! Naked, with his cock stiff and shining, he asked Gunnar to help him with the strange clothes. And Gunnar did. Colin had to close his eyes. Gunnar was very near both his cock and his buttocks when he helped him.
"Thank you," Colin said as he gave the man a hug. "I'll keep you warm now, don't you think?" Colin saw that Gunnar went a bit red. And when Gunnar rose from his seat, Colin thought that he made some adjustments to his bulge.
Driving into the snow and heavy wind was a strange adventure for the lowlanders from Scotland. Colin and Olav were in the front of the Snowcat beside Gunnar, and Bill and Thor were sitting in the back. A sledge behind carried all their equipment for the trip, even skies for all of them.
The strong lights from the vehicle fell onto a wall of falling snow. The sound from the track and the engine made it impossible to talk. It really was an adventure. From time to time they could see some marks in the snow from last time the trail was used, but Gunnar mainly followed the twigs in the snow. They went steeply uphill for the first 20 minutes before moving onto a plateau in front of them.
"Any of you guys want to drive?" Gunnar looked at the young men beside him, and shouted through the heavy noise.
"Let Colin try, I've done it before. It's cool, Bro," Olav shouted to Colin.
A very excited Colin climbed up in front of Gunnar. He virtually sat in his lap. Colin had some difficulties reaching the pedals, but Gunnar helped him. Soon he was doing the job well.
Colin was very excited. He was so close to Gunnar that the man's warm breath tickled his neck and his ears. After a while Colin felt that something was happening close to his arse. He felt as if he was sitting on a spear. Gunnar's cock was growing!
"It's not only me that get aroused from this bumping," Colin thought. He did what he could to press his body against the huge man. Gunnar got the signal very fast and with one hand on the steering wheel he put the other hand down in Colin's wide left trouser pocket. As if he had done this before, he soon found Colin's stiff cock and even through two pairs of clothing he manipulated his little dick.
The track became really bad now and Colin had to move back to his seat beside Olav. "Did you cum, Bro?" Olav whispered.
"Close. Very close!" Colin felt Olav's hand going down into the other pocket. "So be careful. I don't want spunk inside my woollen pants. It's bad enough with my pre-cum," Colin whispered back.
Gunnar had lost the track. He couldn't see the markings, but he knew the terrain. Both Bill and Thor were happy when they saw that he knew where he was. Just minutes later they nearly bumped into the cottage walls. There was no light and a lot of snow nearly covered the grey building. When the Snowcat turned they also saw two other buildings in the light from the vehicle, a smaller building close to the cottage and another bigger one, probably an old barn.
"Okay, now we can welcome you to this old hill-farm. It's only my second Christmas visit here," Thor said. "But it was my summer paradise for many years. And thank you, Gunnar. You did an excellent job getting us through the heavy snow." Thor put an arm around the huge man's shoulder. "I thought for a while that we were lost."
"It's not too bad now," Gunnar said. "But the weather forecast suggests a short-lived storm during the night, followed by nice weather on Christmas Eve."
It wasn't easy to enter the door. They all had to work to clear some snow and get it opened, but when they went they found that the stove had warmed the main room well.
"We have two bed chambers but they will be too cold now. We have to use this room tonight, until the whole cottage is better heated. We also have the open bed-loft, useful for sleeping." Thor pointed to a mezzanine floor near the ceiling.
It was a job to get all the equipment inside but when they were finished Thor welcomed everyone by serving a hot spicy drink flavoured with real Norwegian spirit. "My own specialty," Thor said. The hot shot packed a punch. "Too early to say Merry Christmas," Thor said, "But you are all very welcome." He raised his glass again.
"But now we have to settle in. No changing necessary. We'll place all our outer clothing and boots in the washhouse later on. There's a sort of outdoor passage you can use over to the washhouse and the sauna. The loo is there too." Thor was happy to explain the layout.
"Better take a good light with you and look out for wild animals when you're outside," said Gunnar. He grinned when he saw Colin with an open mouth.
"Gunnar, I hope you'll stay for the Christmas porridge," Thor ordered more than asked. "Perhaps you could put some more wood in the hot water stove, and in the sauna stove while we prepare the food. We need more water inside as well. And please bring inside the Christmas tree you put in the washhouse earlier today."
"Maybe the boys can help me?" Gunnar looked at Thor. "You need some more wood inside the cottage as well?"
"It's okay, we can manage that." After the others left, Thor gave Bill another hot drink and lifted his glass. "Have you seen the way the boys have been this last hour? Can you remember ever being as horny as these boys are now?" Thor looked at Bill.
"Yes, I have been that horny, but I think that the big Viking god made the two - probably Colin the most - both shiver and create fantasies inside their heads," Bill answered.
"But no fantasy in your head, my friend?" Thor grinned and pulled Bill's body very close to his. He hugged him, then kissed him and with his hands on his friend's hips felt how two boners met inside the loose woollen underwear.
"You think they willÉ? " Bill looked in direction of the washhouse.
"Not just think. I guess Gunnar have the two on their knees in front of him already!" Thor answered. "But don't worry Bill. Our time will come, the hunters always return to the base."
"Gunnar, is he rough when it comes to sex?" Bill asked.
"Not sure what you mean. He is a hard fucker, I believe. I know he has had a lot of women but have heard other stories as well, not involving women! As far as I know he's not into bondage or inflicting pain." Thor smiled. "Worried or wishful thinking, my friend?"
"No, I'm not really worried. It's just that I have to take Colin to London without damaged skin. He's doing a modelling job only two days after we return to Scotland." Bill looked at Thor who was still working with the rice-porridge.
"Cut some of that dry lamb leg, Bill, and some smoked ham as well, and then slices of those salty western sausages hanging above the stove. We will all need some saltpetre you know. Good for our potency!" Thor smiled.
"You really need that?" Bill reached over and squeezed Thor's half-hard cock inside his trousers.
"Guess we need some supplies if we have to compete with the hunk out there," Thor tried to look serious.
"You want to see my cock, guys?" Gunnar was straightforward when the three entered the dark washhouse. It felt comfortable, even though the only light was from the flames in the stove.
"I want to see all of your body, Gunnar, if you will allow me? You asked me to see all of mine earlier, didn't you?" Colin responded without thinking too clearly.
"No problem. You two can undress me, can't you?" Gunnar looked at Olav this time. The boy had been very calm since their arrival. For a while Colin had wondered if his friend was jealous, but now he understood that Olav was as aroused as himself.
"When did you suck me last, Olav? Last summer, wasn't it? We were skinny dipping in the sunshine for two weeks," said Gunnar.
Olav had taken off his boots and socks, and had a good fire going both for the hot water tub and for the sauna. "I think I sucked you twice a day, every day." Olav was speaking freely now.
"But you never allowed me to fuck you," Gunnar said. "You were happy for my tongue inside your little hole though. Still a virgin, cousin?"
"I took his cherry," Colin said, "but my little prick doesn't really count, does it? Then my daddy opened him all the way."
"And his cock is nearly as thick as yours, but not as long. Never seen anything like your cock," Olav went on.
The dirty talk made Gunnar tent, and his eyes were shining. "You are lucky guys, fucking each other as much as you want." Gunnar had taken off his outer clothing.
"Once in Scotland, and once in Bergen, eh? As much as we want! Just wait for summer, I will fuck my new brother day and night," Olav worked with Gunnar's belt.
"You still fucking women?" Olav asked again while stripping off Gunnar's shirt and undershirt. "I fuck any hole," Gunnar grinned. "The last group I guided this summer had three couples and I fucked them all during the week. But I fucked the guys for fun, the crazy women paid me for it. One lady wanted to see me fuck her husband. That was really hot." Gunnar was shirtless now.
Colin went close up to Gunnar, sniffed his light body hair and played with Gunnar's nipples - very large dark brown coronas and pink puffy nubs. "Your tits are hot as hell," Colin said. "Like a girl's, but hard like a bodybuilder's."
"Bite them if you want to. I love it." Gunnar pulled Colin's head hard against his body. Olav had stripped Gunnar's pants and the guy was now just in his baggy wool boxers.
Colin used his teeth on the nipples. "Harder boy, much harder. Bite me as if you want to bite them off. I love the pain," Gunnar cried.
The boys went down on their knees and together they pulled down his last item of clothing. Colin groaned when the cock became visible. Colin had to admit it was huge, and it was fully erect, not hanging but straight up. Heavy balls too, all shaven, while the cock hair was just a bit darker than his body hair.
"How big is it?" Colin had to ask.
"I haven't measured it but my uncle often does when he washes me. He says it's still growing - 12 inches (30.5 cm) last time he checked. Too big for most girls." He gave his cock some heavy wanks, and pulled his foreskin all the way back.
"You want to fuck me? You nearly did in the Snowcat?" Colin grinned.
"And you nearly made me cum, little man. You know how to get what you want, eh?" Colin had started to wank the man's huge shaft.
"Will you take one basket with cut wood into the cottage Olav, or they will start asking for us. Hurry back, okay? I want you both to suck me." Gunnar gave orders, he did not ask.
"What's going on out there?" Bill asked when Olav came inside.
"They are working on the fires and the water, sir." Olav was uncertain what to say. "But Colin is now working on the heaviest wood he has ever seen!" Olav added on his way out.
"Food in 20 minutes!" He heard from Thor when he locked the door against the heavy wind and snow.
In the bathhouse Colin had started with his tongue and lips on the huge cock. "His cockhead isn't bigger than Kasim's," Colin thought. "Guess I can take him even if he's 2 inches (5 cm) longer. But how to get him stay overnight?"
Olav and Colin changed roles. They had just pulled down their trousers, so they could play with their own small stiffies. Gunnar was making noises, indicating he was really enjoying the service from the two teenagers. He tried to throat fuck Olav, then Colin, but neither of them were able gave him full access.
"You are too big," Olav said. "Cool down, just fuck my mouth."
Colin alternated between giving a hand-job and deep sucking. But Colin wanted to see what Gunnar really liked. So he started to bite his ballsack, very carefully though, but he knew Gunnar would feel his teeth. Then he did the same with the huge man's cockhead. He held the huge tool with two fingers, then placed his teeth just behind the man's glans. Just a tiny bite, but Gunnar screamed.
"You are crazy, boy. You'll make me cum if you go on!" Gunnar shouted. "Damn, I have to cum. Don«t let me spunk over your clothes. Give me the water ladle," Gunnar pointed to the sink.
Just a few hard wanks from Gunnar and he started to send his spunk into the ladle, and it was a huge load accompanied by a huge roar that competed with the storm outside. The storm had arrived already. After Gunnar had fired his last spurt, Colin moved forward and started to clean the man with his tongue. Suddenly the cockhead was very tender, and Colin's tongue was enough to make the huge Viking shiver.
"Eat my cream," Gunnar gave Olav the ladle, "and then give me yours." The naked man went down on his knees on the stone floor. Both the boys used their tongues and cleaned the ladle of every warm white drop.
"Give me your baby cocks, boys. I'll love to empty you," Gunnar used his arms and pulled the two friends tight. He sucked and licked both of them. No need for hands, the boys' erections were like small bones.
Colin gave Olav his lips and his tongue, and the heavy kiss was returned deep and fervently.
"I'm cumming Gunnar. Eat me, drink my spunk," Colin moaned as sent his load into Gunnar's mouth.
The man had no problem taking volley after volley. "Fuck, that was hot, sweet spunk, Colin." He placed two fingers on Olav's cock and pulled it towards his lips. "Mouth-fuck me, Olav. You have done that many times before!" Olav did, and he did it well. It wasn't long before he was cumming like a geyser into Gunnar's mouth.
To Colin's surprise he did not withdraw. "I have to piss, Gunnar. Can you take it?" Gunnar, with Olav's cock in mouth, just nodded. Olav, half hard, managed to give Gunnar his yellow load, without spilling a drop.
"Can you take mine as well?" Colin asked. He was holding his half erect dick in one hand.
"Yeah, but careful. I don't want to wash my whole body before the meal," Gunnar replied before opened his mouth for Colin. Colin had done this before and pissed in short bursts into the waiting mouth.
"That was the first Christmas meal," Gunnar said. "You surely belong to the elves around here. Your Daddies are in for a hot Christmas, I think."
"You take a bucket of water, Colin and Olav, you take another basket of wood," Gunnar ordered. "I'll get dressed and come with the Christmas tree. Be careful in the storm. The evil forces from `Aasgaard' are out tonight for sure."
"Anything left for me?" Bill whispered to his son, and put on a pout.
"Just a tiny bit of foreplay," Colin whispered back. "I've plenty left for you!"
Everyone felt it was very special to gather around the old farm table that evening. Thor had adorned the table with twigs of juniper and red candles. A huge wooden bowl in the middle contained different sorts of cold meat, together with hard bread and homemade butter.
Bill looked at his 'son' who sat with shining eyes. It made him very emotional, and he had to grab his hand and squeeze it. Colin returned the touch with a warm smile.
Thor served the rice porridge. "You eat it with sugar, cinnamon and butter," he explained. "We just drink red juice from wild berries with it. No beer with the porridge. You can eat some meat with the porridge, or save it as a second course. In older days this was the main dish on Christmas Eve. Rice was the most expensive grain. The everyday porridge was made of oats or barley, but for Christmas it was always rice if possible. I guess half of Norway will be eating a meal like this tonight. Please help yourself!" Thor was a good host.
"Olav told me something about a porridge gift." Colin looked at Thor.
"That's correct," Thor answered. "One of you might have a hidden almond in your porridge. Normally the gift would have been a marzipan `pig', but since there are no kids here tonight, I have a secret gift. We'll see when we come from the sauna later tonight."
The storm outside was heavy now. The old house creaked. "I will not send you out in the storm tonight, Gunnar," Thor said. " You have to take your Christmas bath here with us and go home when the weather is better, probably tomorrow. You can sleep in the upper bed, can't you?"
"I'll just call my uncle then. I think he will be waiting with hot water for a bath too, and a glass or three beside that. But he'll manage on his own." Gunnar seemed relaxed and looked at both Colin and Olav. Bill looked at Thor and gave him a small wink.
To be continued