One
All the money in the world couldn’t stop the inevitable. The cancer had spread and I didn’t have long to live. I decided to forego treatment because it would severely affect the quality of what little life I had left. For the moment, I was still strong but that would soon change.
Obviously, I didn’t want to die and certainly not in pain but knowing that I was on my way out really put everything into perspective. I’d worked hard, made a lot of money and I’d been happily married for more than three decades.
Unfortunately, I lost my beautiful wife in a car accident three weeks before my sixty-sixth birthday. That was two years ago and it felt like I was missing a piece of my soul.
Coming face to face with my own mortality also released me of a lot of self created traps. My whole life, I had an iron grip on my carefully crafted reputation. It had instantly become irrelevant.
Of course, I wasn‘t planning on committing any crimes but I definitely wanted to experience a few more things before I stepped out of this world.
I knew that my wife didn’t want any children, instead she set up charities to help kids in need. Equally, she knew that I was bisexual and had once offered to bring another man into our bed, but I had refused.
The time had come for me to tick off an item from my bucket list. I’d always fantasized about sleeping with another man… actually, more than one at the same time.
I decided to reach out to my former CFO. He'd become a total manwhore after his divorce and had once mentioned an agency, Artisan Getaways that organized exclusive roleplay orgies across the country and even abroad.
He’d bragged about fucking six different girls in their mid twenties with tight pussies and perky tits. Supposedly, the agency also catered for gays, lesbians, bisexuals and even pansexuals. I had no idea what that last category was but I definitely knew which one I wanted to sign up for.
After downloading the app, I made an account and paid the two thousand dollar access fee. It served as a customer filter, as well as an ID verification.
The app was a beautiful piece of software that oozed luxury. Navigating through the various experiences felt like I was booking a premium holiday rather than signing up for a sex party.
I’d initially considered making a reservation for a local event when a subtle banner suddenly popped up at the bottom of the screen.
‘Join us in the ancient Nordic afterlife as a fallen hero. Valhalla is the ultimate Viking Getaway.’
I tapped the banner and read the description. It was a brand new experience with first come first serve access. The start of a mythology series of roleplays, the event was going to take place in Sweden.
Unable to deny the serendipity of being first in line for an experience that took place in a realm after death, I tapped the sign-up button.
The first thing it asked was the type of event I wanted to participate in. I selected the option that included both men and women but it informed me that it was already fully booked.
My heart thumped as my finger hovered over the ‘gay’ selection box. I wanted an experience with multiple guys but was I ready for one with only guys?
Fuck it!
Apparently, fate had already chosen this path because the app allowed me to make the reservation.
I was going to Valhalla!
I paid a king’s ransom but the experience started off well. I was flown first class to Stockholm where an agency employee picked me up and brought me to a five star hotel. Check-in was already done and I was escorted directly to my suite.
Since we didn’t want to use condoms, all participants needed to undergo extensive STD tests. The doctor that showed up to verify my results not only knew about the cancer, he even provided me with top tier supplements and boosters so I could feel my absolute best during the event.
Sofar, I was truly impressed by AG’s level of service.
In the evening, I joined an ice-breaker dinner where I was introduced to the six other participants. I was the oldest of the group, and the only one that identified as bisexual.
To everyone’s great joy, we were joined by six local escorts. The guys were in their mid twenties and absolutely stunning to look at. They were all Nordic Caucasian for the sake of authenticity yet physically very different from eachother.
One of them in particular almost made me gasp, he was probably the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. My heart started thumping again at the mere thought of being allowed to touch him, kiss him… fuck him.
Suddenly, I got overwhelmed and lightheaded.
What would my wife think of me being here, having these carnal thoughts? Then I reminded myself of her offer of bringing another man into our bed and immediately calmed down.
I decided to be brave and walked over to talk with him. His English was flawless and he was very polite. It was odd not to be able to use names, nor discuss anything that could specifically identify us.
Instead, we spoke about our tastes in food and drink, our hobbies as well as other random stuff. I was constantly distracted by his stunningly good looks but I was honestly having a great time.
The guy thanked me for the chat and said that he looked forward to spending more time together the next day. We both knew what that implied and I suddenly felt my dick get hard.
I spent the rest of the evening chatting to the other AG customers. All of them were American and it didn’t take long for the conversation to shift to politics, a topic where everyone was apparently on the same page.
Even though it felt like a regular night out, this dinner was clearly important. Undoubtedly, all of us needed a chance to slowly adapt to the fact that we were going to be fucking each other the next day.
I ended up going to bed earlier than the rest because I definitely needed a good night’s sleep. I was becoming more tired lately and I certainly didn’t want to pass out during the event.
Despite the jetlag, I slept well. In my dreams, I did things to beautiful men that were far beyond my wildest imagination.
Would I finally be able to fulfill my fantasies?
After breakfast, we were all put on a comfortable bus that took four hours to reach our destination. The escorts turned the trip into a pre-party. Loud music boomed through the speaker system, as they danced provocatively through the corridor.
Watching them made me feel youthful again, so I cheered them on and whistled as they grinded their rears against each other’s groins.
Close to lunch time, we arrived at a newly built yet historically accurate ancient Nordic mead hall. We didn’t see the inside immediately, however, as we were first escorted to an ultra modern changing room.
An agency employee greeted us at the door from behind a table. I didn’t recognize anything on display except for a butt plug but it appeared the items were required to prepare for anal sex.
We were also given woven colored bracelets to indicate whether we were tops, bottoms or verse. I’d never been with a man before, so I played it safe by choosing to only top.
Oddly, in my dreams I remembered being fucked by two guys at the same time, whilst having another one’s cock in my mouth. Did I have deeply buried secret desires?
The escorts undressed and made their way to the showers naked, slapping each other’s rears whilst making jokes in their own language. It reminded me of the good old days, when nudity wasn’t an issue in the locker rooms. Back then, I’d admired guys from afar but never dared engage.
This time, I openly stared at the guy that I’d spoken to the night before. His body was as beautiful as his face. He had a strong torso but wasn’t overly muscular like some of the other guys. He was completely hairless, including his groin area and had an uncircumcised dick with a nice pair of low hanging balls.
When he caught me looking at him, he flashed me a gorgeous smile. My stomach was doing summersaults, was this what lust fueled infatuation felt like?
I stripped out of my clothes and followed the others to the shower area. There were private stalls as well as nozzles on a wall. The escorts occupied most of the stalls with the doors closed which I found surprising considering their earlier lack of modesty. That’s when I realized that they were probably… prepping?
No longer bothered by what people thought about me, I washed myself under a nozzle with a massive hard-on. The other AG customers couldn’t help glancing in my direction. Was it because of my seven inch fat cock? Did gay men like big dicks? I’d probably find out soon enough.
When my favorite escort stepped out of his stall, he took one look at me and his eyes widened. He gave me a quick wink which made me even harder.
Once we were all clean, an agency employee brought us to the costume room. We were given custom made traditional Viking outfits and for those that wanted further authenticity, a hair stylist was also available. I decided to go all in and have the sides of my head shaved and my beard braided.
I was ready to be received in the hall of the dead.
