Chapter Eight Flynn

A fter a long day of exploring the resort, I had to take myself back up to Thor's room without him. When he'd said he had some things to take care of, I thought he might be gone for an hour or two. But when two hours turned into four and then into eight, I had a feeling things were a lot busier than he'd let on. Then again, I had no idea what sort of things a person had to do to run a resort, so maybe it was just a normal day for him. Either way, I took myself back up to his suite before dinner and had it ordered up.

While I was waiting for dinner to be delivered, I decided to explore the suite a bit. Sure, I knew it was kind of nosey and my Nana would scold me for even having the thought to begin with. But if I was going to live there for the next couple of weeks while I recovered, I needed to know where the bathroom was, right? At least that's what I told myself as I started to wheel around.

The main living area was where the couch was that I'd woken up on. So, I skipped that and went straight through to the next room. There I found a large kitchen with a dining area off to one side. The table was placed next to a wall of windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. Even in the twilight I could see the mountains stretching on forever, drenched in golds, reds, and purples as the world slowly went to sleep. It was probably the best view in all of Fenris.

Both the kitchen and fridge were surprisingly understocked. It seemed that while Thor lived in this suite, he didn't do any cooking for himself or entertain guests. The only thing in the fridge was a handful of condiments and a case of water. Other than that, it was basically empty. There was one giant jar of pickles which I found funny for some reason, but that was it.

Two doors led off the kitchen. The one on the left went down a short hallway that reconnected with the living room and a bedroom piled high with storage boxes surrounding a small desk drenched in paperwork. I didn't dare touch any of it, so I just closed the door and headed further down the hall. At the end was a door that opened into a large luxurious bathroom.

Now, when I said luxurious, I fucking meant it. The entire thing was tiled with stone. Floor, walls, ceiling, you name it, it was stone. There was a waterfall shower on one side of the room with no walls or glass, just a single drain below it. On the opposite side was a toilet with more buttons than seemed possible and a double vanity that had just as many. It was meticulously clean and there were several potted tropical plants around the edges. Oh yeah, and one entire wall was windows with another great view of the mountain.

Talk about fucking incredible.

Of course, I'd spent the better part of the morning in the hot spring and that was pretty nice. I'd managed to wash myself fairly well during my time there. However, I still smelled like spring water and my clothes were grimy from my fall. So, instead of leaving the bathroom to explore more, I stripped right there, tossed my clothing into the corner, and turned on the shower. Wheeling my scooter under the waterfall of heated water, I let it wash the past twenty-four hours off me, sending all my cares and worries down the drain with the dirt.

If this was what wealthy living was like, I needed to find a rich man and ride him all the way to happiness. In my entire life, I'd never showered in anything fancier than a corner shower with a rounded sliding door. That was the height of luxury for me up until that point. In fact, I was a little irritated that Thor had offered to let me stay in such a nice place. I'd have to spend the rest of my life remembering this place without ever being able to come back.

That is… unless Thor was serious about getting to know me.

Now that I was alone, it gave me a moment to actually think about things. Did I think Thor was ready to take on an artistic twink like me and become my sugar daddy forever? Absolutely not. In fact, I was fairly certain the whole guy thing was still throwing him off more than he wanted to admit. But was I tempted by the idea of becoming his personal plaything in exchange for all this extravagance? I mean… yeah. Obviously. Who wouldn't want to live on a mountain in private luxury for the rest of their lives? What a dream.

But there was still the fact that I really didn't know Thor at all. Sure, we'd talked a bit over breakfast, but not about anything important. And there was the fact that I knew he was hiding something from me. Whatever the secret was, he was ashamed of it. That much I could tell. Maybe he was an addict or maybe he had a tiny penis. And the way his brother Loki talked… maybe they were into some illegal shit I didn't want to be involved in. Honestly, the penis I could deal with, but being on the wrong side of the law? Well, let's just say I didn't want to end up like an extra in the Sopranos. Concrete shoes didn't really fit my aesthetic.

And yet, even with all those worries, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him. He had such kind, beautiful eyes. They didn't tell lies or seem shifty at all. It was almost like I could feel him trying to tell me how he wanted to take care of me, and all of it done with a single look. Of course, judging by the tattoos and the muscles, I figured he could probably take care of me real good in the sack. With a little coaching, he might even be excellent.

But was that really something I wanted to get tangled up in again?

A quick glance down at my thickening cock told me that yeah , I was at least a little interested.

And I was alone.

A quick jerk wouldn't hurt anything, right? After all, it was purely for medical reasons. An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away . I was fairly certain that's how that saying went. Also, self-care. That was important.

Straining my ears for a moment, I listened hard for any signs of movement in the suite. When I was certain I was alone, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around my cock, letting out a long low moan as I stroked myself.

"Fuck…" I sighed happily, touching every sensitive part I could find.

It had been a while since I'd gotten time to myself like this. Sharing a wall with Nana made it weird to jerk off at home. I'd done it several times up on the mountain, but I was always worried about getting caught so I rushed through it. But here I could take all the time I wanted. The door was shut, and I had the entire place to myself.

I turned around on my scooter, straddling it with my back leaned against the handlebars to give myself a more comfortable position to work with. I made sure I was directly under the water, letting it pound over my skin as I slowly stroked my cock from tip to balls.

Usually, I had some porn on my phone to get things moving, but considering I was under the shower, my imagination would have to be enough. However, the only person on my mind at the moment was Thor. And, well, it seemed a bit odd to jerk off to him considering I knew nothing about him. Then again, that meant I could make up whatever I wanted about him.

Maybe that would be more fun.

So, what would I do with Thor if there were no consequences? Well, I guess to start with, I'd probably have him strip down to nothing. I was almost certain he had a fat hog hidden away in those pants of his. Nobody was that fucking tall and didn't have a dick to match. I was fairly certain I'd find more tattoos sprawled across his obviously hairy chest. I would run my fingers up and down his body, taking in every sensual curve of his muscles. And then, I'd force him down on his ass so I could have my way with him.

I stroked myself to the thought of climbing on top of Thor's lap, straddling those thick legs of his with a fat cock throbbing against my tight little hole. I might've had quite a bit of fun in college, but in my mind, not a single experience came even close to what Thor was packing. In my fantasy it took nothing more than a little spit and some determination to sink all the way down on his huge pulsing cock.

At the same time I imagined it, I slipped a finger inside myself, a soft moan escaping my lips. With the tip of my middle finger pressed against the outer edge of my prostate, I started stroking faster. In my mind I saw myself riding Thor's cock like a ravenous animal in heat, hungry for every single inch he'd give me. He had his hands on my hips, driving me downward, his balls slapping against my ass.

It didn't take long before we were both about to cum. I shouted for him to breed me, and he buried his cock deep, pumping his hot load deep inside me. At the same time, my finger slipped further inside me, and I felt my body tense. A familiar tingle ran up my balls and pleasure flooded through my body. With a cry I came, striping my scooter with thick ropes of sticky cum.

"Oh fuck…" I sighed, my chest heaving. I whimpered as I pulled my finger out of my ass, already missing the light stretch. It had been far too long since I'd had a cock inside me. "That was fucking intense."

I sat there for a moment, leaning against the handlebars of the scooter. Part of me wanted to just lay down right there in the middle of the bathroom and let the hot water pour over me indefinitely. However, I heard a small click and my eyes shot open. I turned toward the door just in time to see it shift slightly. A glance in the mirror showed a shape just through the crack in the door and a single blue eye that I recognized immediately.

Thor.

For a moment I sat there frozen. Then I just started laughing.

Things were gonna get real awkward between the pair of us. And yet, I couldn't help smiling. Something about the idea of him watching me finger myself turned me on and my spent cock twitched again.

Maybe having a summer fling with a muscle head wasn't such a bad idea after all. And if he ever spoke to me again after what he'd just seen, maybe I'd give it a shot.

There were worse ways to spend two weeks in a resort than in the bed of a hot stranger.