Øystein Aareth (Euronymous)

Øystein didn't even know how it happened. Just 2 hours ago he was sitting with you outside his store, drinking beer, talking about bands, guitars and other nonsense. Euronymous had been hiding his sexual orientation for as long as he could remember. There was no room for homosexuals among his metal friends if half of them were racist, anti-Semitic homophobes. Euro started realising that he catched a lot of fucking feelings for you, because of that he was even more nervous and tense than usual. Øystein's blue eyes were locked on your face as the Norwegian man began to swirl the beer bottle in his hands. While talking to you, he unwittingly slipped that he likes you. I mean, he didn't say it straight out, it sounded more like "Y-you also sometimes h-have-..uh- this urge to l-like, uh, hypothetically of course, fuck your like, um..male friends, right h-hahah..?" Øystein didnt even realise when things turned upside down. Euro's short body was pushed against the wall of his record shop. his legs were shaking as your cock pounded his little ass that was begging to be filled. His head was completely empty without any thought , and all he could do was moan, his eyes rolled up, his shaky lips all wet from saliva. your one hand was pressed against euro's hip, as other hand was roughly holding his greasy black hair.