My story begins about three years ago, Spring Semester, at the community college where I work. I remember it being a usual Spring, with the cold of winter gone and the men coming out of their clothing in the warm, dry air. I was especially glad to see the jocks beginning to strip down as they jogged around campus, one in particular had caught my eye.

He was tall, about six feet or so, well muscled in chest and legs. His arms weren't as well muscled and he had a bit of a belly, but his front torso was dusted with warm brown hair the same color as that of his head. His hair was what drew my attention, for there were many young men out that day, but none with hair likes this guy's. It fell, thick and long, cascading past his shoulders down to the middle of his back. As he passed my window, I saw the bright baby blue headband that held his hair back from his face. A neatly trimmed brown van dyke beard and moustache graced his tanned face. He grinned as he ran by, noticing me staring at him. Well, I thought, that's enough of a show, back to work. I didn't think I'd see him any time soon, little realizing how wrong I was!

Most of the young men I met came from the pool of student assistants I hired each semester for my classes. I hired women as well, but found that more of the guys were into my history courses than the ladies. My classes were made interesting by having various students for extra credit dress up in the period clothing of the period we were studying, and act out a small skit of their own design. If I was impressed enough, they'd also get a higher grade on one of their next papers. This semester we were studying the Vikings, how they lived and their conquests, and I had my Viking costume all picked out for some lucky stud. Imagine my surprise when, upon entering my class, I saw my young stud with the mane of hair sitting in the front row!

He was now wearing a t-shirt, torn jeans and a pair of sneakers, his hair flowing over the back of the seat. Obviously just out of the men's lockerroom showers, his hair was still somewhat damp, and he occasionally fluffed at it with his hand as we started class. I pulled down the large map I had prepared and began telling the students about the times of the Viking.

We talked and read for about forty minutes, then I gave them their assignment for the evening. Amid the groans, as I'd assigned about thirty pages of reading, I mentioned that the possibility of extra credit was at hand. The class got very quiet, and I explained the process by which student received extra credit. The groaning began again, but I noticed that Scott (I'd gotten his name after calling roll from the class roster) seemed very interested. "Dr Danvers?" he said, straightening up in his chair, "may I speak with you about that extra credit?"

Just as I was about to answer, the bell rang and the students began pouring out of the classroom. "See me later during office hours," I cried out over the babble and noise of the student herd moving out of the room. I caught his wave and nod as he gathered up his books and moved out with the rest of the students. Suddenly quiet, I put away the map and straightened up the teacher's desk, then left for my office, since my office hours started right after class.

I guess that a half-hour passed before Scott knocked on my door. "Come in," I said, and watched him enter. "Have a seat, Scott."

"Thanks, Dr. Danvers." Such a pleasant, well mannered boy! He pulled out some paper and a pencil and then asked me, "May I inquire about the extra credit work? History isn't my strong point, and I really need this class to graduate, so I'd like to get a good grade. What do I need to do to qualify?"

He sat in the chair before me, and I could see a hint of skin through the various rips and tears of his jeans, positive that I'd seen a wandering testicle or two through the hole in the crotch. "The extra credit work is simple, Scott, but will take some time and hard work. You will become a Viking for one class period, dress like one and act like one, following a script that you will write out yourself. The script must be as factual as possible, no faking anything, and after the class period, you will turn in your script for grading. I will lend you the necessary costuming and accessories for the day."

Scott thought a few minutes, and then said, "Great, I could do that, I've got a little creative writing and acting experience, so I might be able to do it, if I could get a little help with the details from you. Like I said, I'm not too good with history."

"That's not a problem, Scott," I said, eyeing the handsome young man before me, "I have tutored other people with the extra credit before after school, I could work with you any Friday or Saturday evening for a few hours. Here's my phone number." I wrote out my home phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to him. "Make sure you call me before you come by, so that I'll know you're going to drop in."

"Sure thing, Dr. Danvers, and thanks again!" He got up and shook my hand, and walked out of the office. What I hadn't told him was that most of the young men that came over to my home wound up getting their extra credit another way besides that of the skit, but I figured that he'd find out soon enough. Humming a little tune, I turned to some paperwork and forgot all about Scott.

That Friday evening, just after dinner, I received a call from him. "Dr. Danvers? This is Scott, may I come over to work on my script with you?" I told him that he could come over in a half-hour and gave him directions to my home, about a mile or two away from campus. I cleaned up the kitchen and, making sure that the place was ready for a young man, waited patiently for him to arrive.

I was to find that Scott was a very punctual fellow, for right at the half-hour mark he knocked on my front door. I let him in and laughed at the pile of books he'd brought with him. "What are those for?" I said, helping him deposit them on the dining room table.

He grinned sheepishly and said, "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to think of something to write about and, after doing our reading assignment, felt even less ready to write, so I went to the library and grabbed everything they had about the Vikings." He pointed to one book and said, "I didn't realize when I got them that I'd find one that you'd written."

I saw that he had one of my old books, written a good ten years or so ago, when I was almost this kid's age and finishing up a Master's degree. Picking up the book and mentally laughing at myself, I knew that the book was now somewhat outdated and most of the thoughts within it were only good for historical data about the time it was published, rather than that of the subject matter. But, I just smiled and set it down on the pile of books and motioned to Scott to follow me.

"Would you like something to drink, Scott? I suspect that you're over twenty one, so I won't worry about that. I've got most things, so just let me know and I'll get it." He mumbled that he'd like a beer, and I brought back two, one for him and one for me. We sat in the living room and drank our beers, then I asked him about his script.

He raked his hand through his hair, a habit that I found endearing and very sexy, and said that he hadn't started it quite yet, although he had some ideas. "OK, bounce them off me," I said, waiting for him to start.

"Here we go, then..." He proceeded to feed me some crazy ideas, mostly out of the book I'd written, and I knew that he'd really try to get points with me by doing almost everything in the book. There was only really one or two things in that book that I wanted him to keep, and he hadn't touched on it yet, so I thought I'd help him along.

"You know, Scott, that the Vikings were at sea quite often and sometimes months went by before they saw land. During that time period, it was considered very bad luck to have women aboard, so the Vikings evolved a very tight brotherhood that included serving their sexual needs."

Scott gulped on his beer, and then said, "Um, I'd read that part in your book, but wasn't sure what that meant. I mean, they weren't gay, were they?"

"No, not gay as we'd mean it today, as they would take the first opportunity to bed any woman that came within range of their sight. They weren't unwilling, though, to have sexual relations with one of their brothers, as it was seen as something far more healthy than attempting to do without."

I got us a couple more beers and motioned to Scott to drink up his first one. "Here you go, another beer. Where was I, oh, yes! The Vikings were a very tight knitted bunch, but some writings have pointed to their brotherhood as being similar to Greek "platonic" love between men. There are paintings of two men together, rough at best, but they are obviously holding their hands as they face each other. Other evidence has pointed to bridal dowries being transferred between two men, even though no women were in evidence, which is usual in the primitive paintings of the time. Bridal dowries, during the time of the Vikings, were given to the father of the bride rather than to the father of the groom. This was because of the breaching of the virginity of the new wife, and the father was being compensated for it. This has led some scholars to think that it was a man's virginity that was being breached, rather than a woman's."

As I'd hoped, the second beer was relaxing Scott enough so that he would be putty in my hands by the third beer, and I helped him chug down the second one and gave him a third. I acted as if I'd just had an idea. "Hey, I know, maybe you'd feel more into the spirit of the Vikings if you wore the costume! I've got it upstairs, and you could wear it while we work on your script. That way, some of the imagery and feelings of the times might do you well." Scott nodded, burped and excused himself, while I chucked and went upstairs to get the costume. Something else Scott didn't know was that this costume was not the one he'd wear in class, but a special one for helping him "feel the part."

He had finished his third beer when I brought down the box containing the costume. I knew he was ready for me, because he was slumped in the chair, his legs thrust before him and the beer can hanging limply in his right hand. I rescued the beer can and gave his shoulder a shake to wake him up. "Hey, sleepy, you can't go to sleep yet! Here's the costume, we've got some work yet to do!"

He groggily looked up and smiled at me. "Sorry, Dr. Danvers, I don't usually drink this much at one time. Um, can I use your bathroom?"

I sent him into the hall bathroom, and stepped quietly into a side door. This room shared a wall with the bathroom, and two of the walls on the bathroom side was mirrored. On my side, however, the glass was one way, so I could see into this bathroom very clearly. I was standing in the dark room, invisible to anybody on the other side, and watched with glee as Scott stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself.

The bathroom was designed so that I could see anything going on in the bathroom, from the toilet into the tub and shower stall. All of my tricks and extra credit men were to use this bathroom, because along with my viewing, I would record their activities with a video camera. Scott entered the room as I turned on the camera, and I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out what looked like the biggest cock I'd seen in a long time.

He also had the biggest bladder, for he peed a long time before he shook off the last few drops and flushed the toilet. I guess that somehow all my men know that they're being watched, for he fondled himself a bit before tucking his equipment back into his jeans. He stopped before the sink and fluffed his hair, making sure that it lay as untangled as possible over his shoulders before he turned to leave. I turned off the camera and, stepping quickly out of the room, returned to the living room just as he entered from the hall.

He wobbled a little, and I had him sit down beside me as I pulled out the costume parts from the box. There was a pair of boots with some fake fur around the tops, and something kind of bikini shaped that was held together on the sides and bottom by leather thongs. A scrap of leather with brass workings and a hole in the middle came out next, and last came a helmet, hardened leather with a pair of horns proudly jutting from the crown. Other than a fake sword made up of tin foil and cardboard, the only thing left in the box was a small triangle of leather with long leather thongs from each corner. Puzzled, Scott looked through the items and obviously didn't know what they were for.

"Are you ready, Scott?"

"I guess so, Dr. Danvers, but I have no idea what or where any of this stuff goes."

"That's where I will help you, Scott, for it's only in some ancient drawing and cave paintings that we have an idea how this all comes together. You know," I said, picking up a tress of his hair and stroking it carefully, "your hair is perfect for this costume, since the Vikings didn't believe in cutting their hair, thinking that it was the source of their strength."

"Really," said Scott, "I've been thinking about cutting it shorter, it's been getting in my way lately."

"Wait until after the skit, because it will make you look more authentic, and could," I said, twirling the bit of hair in my fingers, "get you more credit."

He nodded and I pulled out the clothing and started to describe it to him. "This piece of leather is similar to what was called in Columbus' day as a 'codpiece,' that is, it went over the area they called the 'cod." I motioned to Scott to stand up. "To wear this properly, you'll have to remove your Twentieth Century clothing." Without saying anything, Scott began stripping, balancing himself with a hand on my shoulder as he stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his shoes and shirt. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear, he was stark naked, his cascade of soft brown hair falling over his shoulders a little, giving him more of a Tarzan look than that of a Viking.

"This is how the leather goes on." I positioned him so that he stood facing away from me, his muscled, hairy ass just at face level. I reached around and put the leather in front of his crotch and tied the thongs around his waist, knotting them so that he'd need help getting it off later. I reached between his legs and grasped the thongs hanging there and brought them up and tied them with knots to the waistband thongs. I turned Scott around, helping him move and not fall over, he was that drunk, and then adjusted his heavy balls and thick meat inside the pouch made by the leather. "How does that feel?" I asked as I patted my handiwork softly.

"Pretty good, although it's a bit drafty in the back."

I laughed and told him that there was a good reason for that. "I'll explain it a bit later, but let's get the other parts on you."

The leather shorts I attached to him by knotting the side thongs and then knotting the crotch thongs together. He now wore a leather G-string under a tight leather brief, his equipment quite obviously in place and strangely getting hard. "Are you comfortable?" I asked, adjusting the fit a bit so that his cock could have room to grow.

He shrugged and said, "I've never had leather on before, it feels kinda nice."

I pulled the leather torc over his head and spread his hair out over it, adjusting the torc so that it left his manly pectorals uncovered. He stepped into the boots and then I stopped before putting on the helmet. "Whoops, forgot something! The Vikings braided their hair so that it wouldn't get in the way. Unbraided hair had a very special significance, and was never allowed while wearing the torc and war gear." I gently braided his hair into two parts, using a bit of leather thong on each to tie them off. Now I set the helmet on his head and stepped back to view my handiwork.

Scott stood before me now, looking every hard inch a Viking. His strong muscular legs rose up from the boots to the small leather breeks that tightly fit around his groin. Above the waistband of the breeks his brown body hair covered his belly and chest, now tightly bound with leather so that his muscular pectorals pressed through and over the straps. His muscular brown-furred arms, each with leather straps encircling the biceps, ended with leather bracers around his wrists. The crowning glory was his brown hair which I had braided into three thick braids, then braided the braids into a large one down his back. The braid was firmly held in place by both the chest straps as they reached around the back and the tail end was tucked into the waistband of the leather breeks. Amazingly, although I had seen the phenomenon before, the tight leather waistband and straps seemed to force his abdominals to tighten up, so they looked a great deal better than he had completely naked. All in all, a very handsome and sexy Viking, and I told Scott so. He blushed, also very becomingly, and I led him to the middle of the room.

He was still pretty drunk, and I figured that he would be just about ready for anything after we'd done some of his 'homework' while he stayed strapped into all that leather. His cock was rock hard under the two layers of leather, and I knew that the movement of his body was stroking him, soft skin against soft skin, and that he'd soon get to a point where he'd want his rocks off. We went over various sections of the books, and Scott dutifully took notes and marked books with post-its where I'd thought there was some great information. I noted that during this study period, the head of his cock had moved upwards and out so that it poked up from his waistband, the back of the head now stroked and squeezed by the tight waistband, causing quite a bit of precum to be leaking from the top of the waistband. This was my signal to start the unofficial "extra credit" part of the evening.

"Scott," I said, setting down my book and looking at him carefully, "are you OK?"

"Hmm, what?" he said, fuzzily looking at me from under the helmet and absentmindedly stretching in his chair, moving again so that a pearldrop of precum appeared on the end of his cock. "Oh, sorry, Dr. Danvers, I guess I'm just tired and a little drunk."

"You can't go home like that," I admonished, standing up and walking around the table to where he sat, "you'll just have to stay here the night. Is there anybody you need to call?"

He looked at me and focused a bit, then said, "No, uh, I live by myself."

"Fine, then, let's go upstairs and I'll show you where you'll sleep."

I had to help him up the stairs, he was really wasted. I put an arm around his tight waist and put one muscular arm over my shoulders and we made it into the guest room. "Here, let me help you get out of the costume, Scott,"

He stood, swaying gently, and I pulled off the helmet and asked him to sit on the bed so that I could remove the boots from his feet. After I'd done so, I sat beside him on the bed and began unbraiding his hair. "This will make it easier for you to sleep tonight."

"Thanks," he mumbled as I unbraided the last part and allowed the hair to swing down around him. It seemed pretty tangled, so I got a wooden brush I used for other purposes and began brushing out his hair. He was all but purring as I finished brushing out the tangles and then he remembered what I'd said about unbound hair to the Vikings. "Say, Dr. Danvers, what did unbraided hair mean to the Vikings?"

"Well," I said as I played with the tresses a bit, "when a man unbound his hair and removed his boots and helmet, it meant that he was very horny and was receptive to being anally impaled by one of his brothers. Most of the time this happened aboard ship when they'd been out for a long period of time, or when on campaign. Since the men all but lived in war attire all the time, this was one way they released their sexual tensions. I see you have a bit of sexual tension yourself, Scott."

"Yeah," he whispered, "I'm a little horny."

"Want me to help you out like a good Viking brother would?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice, and I dropped a hand lightly upon the heavy bulge under his breeks. Scott moaned loudly as I rubbed his bulge, and I quietly loosened the thongs that tied the breeks to his waist, allowing the two sides to fall open. I lifted his legs a bit and slid the breeks away from his body, and then continued stroking his cock through the leather codpiece. "Is your cod just about ready?" I said, rubbing him carefully through the leather.

"God, yes," he whimpered, "Please jack me off."

I smiled and pulled my hand away, his pained look turning a bit panicked as I intercepted his hand from completing what I'd started. "Just a minute, young man, you're lying upon my bed in Viking undress, your hair unbound and with a leaking cock. That means that you want to be anally impaled."

He froze, then with a slight nod, indicated that I was correct. I smiled and removed my clothing, revealing my gym toned body and very hard, very dripping cock. I quickly pulled on a condom, slathered it with lubricant, and lifted Scott's legs to my shoulders, my cock head at his asshole ready for impaling.

"Just relax and let me slide in," I instructed, as the first quarter inch of my cock pressed inward. "It will hurt a bit at first, even more so if you resist it." I pressed a bit harder and now about an inch of my cock was inside him. "The Vikings, you know, wouldn't have wasted any time on his brother being ready, he'd have just thrust inside like this." With that, I pressed hard, and felt Scott's ass open for me as I slipped inside the entire length of my cock.

Scott's mouth flew open and he yelled, "Oh, Shit, that hurts!" and squeezed his eyes with the pain, but I stayed pressed inside him a few more moments and the pain subsided. I began slowly moving in and out, stroking his prostate with my cock as my hands massaged his thick pecs and rubbed the still hard and dripping cock inside the codpiece. Scott moaned louder and louder, and I sped up my fucking, making sure that I pounded him hard enough to get ready for orgasm.

With a cry that almost shook the room Scott's cock spasmed, and cream began shooting in thick spurts onto his furry belly. The sudden constriction of his ass muscles on my cock triggered my own cum, and I filled the end of my condom almost to bursting. When we'd both stopped shooting, I fell atop my handsome young Viking and we both fell asleep.

A few hours later, I awoke, Scott still slumbering beneath me, and I got up carefully to get some cleaning up materials. Both the codpiece and the chest straps released easily enough so that I was able to remove them from Scott's body without waking him, and these I put away with the remainder of the costume. From my closet I pulled out another costume, this one still authentic but far less revealing. It was more like a pair of furry drawstring shorts and matching vest, with the helmet and boots with it. I cleaned up the mess in Scott's belly hair and around his asshole, and gave his softened cock a small suck and kiss before I covered him up with a blanket. I grabbed his clothing where he'd left it in the living room and put it on a chair beside his bed. I quietly left, slightly closing the guest room door and went to my own bed for the evening.

The next morning I woke up and started a good breakfast for two. Just as I was pouring the orange juice into glasses, I heard him clomping down the stairs, now dressed as he was last night and rubbing the 'sleepies' out of his eyes.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Dr. Danvers, I didn't mean to get so drunk last night," he said as he sat down at the table. "I hope I didn't embarrass myself."

I shook my head and handed him a full platter of food. "No worries, Scott." I smiled as he began tucking into the food, and I grinned as I remembered that I had recorded most of the evening. "Yes," I said, thinking about being inside that young body last night, "you behaved like a true Viking brother."