The Old Boys' Cabin Tour

By Cupido

There's nothing like the fresh mountain air, waves crashing against the beach, the wind caressing your chest, the water touching your sex... This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains following short stories:"The two men met each other by chance. Now they were lying close to each other in a snow cave. Will they be saved?" - Eye of the Storm, by Manu Seppänen "Two men, hand in hand on a walk in the mountains. One of them has chosen a place with great care. He puts a blindfold over the eyes of his companion." - Spring Thaw 1, by Manu Seppänen "It's pouring rain. Two fishing enthusiasts come to the heat of the fireplace and take off their soaking wet clothes." - The Old Boys' Cabin Tour, by Kjell, Buskerud -

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Oct 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726350470

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The Old Boys’ Cabin Tour

The Old Boys’ Cabin Tour

Original title:

Stormens øye. Vårløsning 1. Gubber på hyttetur.

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Eye of the Storm

By Manu Seppänen

I have a newspaper clipping that I sometimes get out: Rescued! Two people survive the worst snow storm of the year.

He is pictured standing and smiling broadly behind his blond beard. The hero. And I’m standing there with a small secretive smile on my mouth. The rescuee. But it’s not surprising that I seem a little absent in the picture. His sperm was frozen to my thighs when we were rescued.

This is how it all began: Put simply, I’d gotten separated from my friends, and he was the one who found me that Easter day a few years ago. I didn’t know who he was or where he came from, but he mumbled with a stern expression that I needed to get up. I got up, because time was now of the essence. Otherwise, you’ll die. We’ll die, he said.

Everywhere was a milk-white slush of snow and stabbing, icy cold that was blowing all around us. Visibility was so poor that you couldn’t see more than a metre in front of your face. And so cold that I had lost feeling in my entire body. My soul had been erased. Dulled. I had as good