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This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.
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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 11 (Mr Sieger and Robin / Don Matthews)
"Who taught young Robin to be such a good fucker?" Colin asked Mr Sieger when the man almost pushed him down the corridor and towards room 9017. It was a busy evening at the hotel close to Oxford Circus, but the young boy with wet hair, just dressed in a bath-robe, did not disturb the setting.
"I have not been his teacher!" The 35 year old German editor said as opened the door. "But I guess he has followed his body's needs. And you know there's a lot of hot German porn around!" The man grinned.
"You must have been an early started yourself, sir - a father at only 17! I guess you knew how to produce children since you managed so well." Colin smiled. "And Robin is a true copy of you, isn't he sir?" Colin was very close to the man who had put an arm around his shoulder.
"As I have said before Colin, please just call me Klaus in private. You are such a unique boy, devil and angel at the same time." The man opened Colin's bathrobe and let it fall to the floor.
"Why devil?" Colin asked. His head rested on the man's cheek.
"You turn any man into a dripping dreamer, Colin. Me too!" He let his hand follow Colin's back down to his butt. Two fingers found his arsehole.
"I thought most men were looking for real pussies?" Colin asked and cupped Klaus' huge bulge.
"You are probably right, kid, but more men out there than you believe have a secret wish for this!" He put his fingers into Colin's arse.
"You know why my pussy is wet, Klaus, and you know what is dripping from it?" Colin spread his legs and let the man finger-fuck him standing just inside the hotel door. "You want to taste? I guarantee it's the same DNA as your own body, Klaus."
Mr Sieger blushed, but he turned Colin around and pushed him into the room and let his upper body rest on the bed. Then he knelt on the floor and used his tongue to play with the partly open boy-cunt.
"Please make love to me, Klaus. Robin's cock is a young masterpiece, but the man who made him has the grand original. I can hardly wait. You are so damn sexy Klaus, please, please!" Colin stripped him, well helped by the man himself.
In room 9012 Bill was taking care of young Robin. He probably felt a bit lost when his father took Colin away.
Bill went up to the boy with an iced-Coke, sat down beside him, and placed an arm around his shoulder. "You told me in Copenhagen that you are a bottom lad, but you fuck like a stallion." Bill placed a hand on Robin's inner thigh. The boy answered by spreading his legs.
"I don't know what I am, really. Dad tells me to be active, you know, or my dick will stop growing!" Robin grinned.
"That's stupid! You have a young horse-cock, a dream for any dick-lover!" Bill found Robin's dick inside his partly open bath-robe. He used his fingers to pull back the lad's thick foreskin and was met by sticky pre-cum. "You are still horny, baby, even after the huge explosion inside Colin?"
The boy blushed and looked down. "I watched you, sir. You seemed quite horny when I fucked Colin. Did you enjoy it?"
"I wish I could have taken part Ð you were a damn hot couple! Touch me and then tell me. Am I still horny?" Bill swallowed and had trouble talking.
Robin found Bill's bulge. Again he grinned. "Think you are ready, sir!"
"Tell me about your dreams, Robin. Something you would like to try?" Bill opened Robin's bathrobe. The young slim hairless boy with the huge cock was naked beside him. Bill thought for a moment about Colin's `talk' with the editor. The thought of Colin and Klaus made him even more horny. Klaus had a cock Bill's size, timber like, dark and veiny. And the man was only 35. The older alpha had competition.
"You know, Bill, sorry sir!" Robin stopped himself.
"I'm Bill for you, love, go onÉ tell me." Bill wanked the lad with a hard fist.
"My boss, at home - I told you in Copenhagen - he fucks me five times a week, but he never touches my cock. He never sees me cum. He empties himself in me, or on my back, or on my face, then leaves me to wank myself." Bill saw some kind of sorrow.
"But the devil pays well, and he's never dirty with me. I'm not complaining, butÉ" Again Robin stopped.
"ButÉwhat?" Bill was as close as he could be.
"Colin told me you make him cum without wanking. He said that you give him cummings that make his body shiver. He said you sometimes fuck him after he has cum, and make him cum again." Robin was suddenly unstoppable.
"And now you want me to fuck you until you cum hands-free?" Bill asked. Robin just nodded.
"But you have just spunked off inside Colin!" Bill suddenly felt under some pressure from the German youngster. "But you are dripping horny, soÉ Please undress me and give me a quick blowjob, Robin. Too much talking! I'm pretty sure Colin and your father have stopped chatting and got down to business!"
Klaus was very excited. The thought that his darling son just had been inside the hot arse in front made him hurry to get naked. Colin caressed the 24 cm (9.5 inch) rock-hard cock. With two hands he wanked Klaus while the man lubed him with KY jelly.
"You don't need to grease me, Klaus." Colin said. "I'm damn wet after Robin's huge load. Maybe you want to taste it, or are you familiar with his spunk?"
Klaus Sieger blushed. "I haven't Colin, even if I would like to, maybeÉ" The man stopped and turned Colin around.
"Please give me a taste then!" He spread Colin's legs apart and lifted his upper body. A stream of clear liquid dripped from the opened tunnel. Klaus pushed the lad's body into doggy-position and used a long tongue to lick him. Colin wiggled his butt and let the man rim him. When Klaus let his tongue enter the hole like a kid-prick, Colin purred like cat. His own pre-cum dripped from the stiff boy-cock.
"Yes, yes. Please more, Klaus. More!" Colin was ecstatic. "Fuck me now, Klaus. And think about your son who just now has a huge Scottish cock inside him Ð I'm sure Klaus, I'm sure. Maybe a foursome once again, ehÉDamn!" Colin shouted when Klaus changed from tongue to cock. Without warning Colin's German `boss' filled up his boy-cunt in one single thrust. Then he stopped.
"You okay, Colin? Sorry I couldn't behave, you are so damn sexy!" Klaus whispered.
"Will that be the headline for the next edition?" Colin turned his face to Klaus. "Or will it be something like: `I fucked the teen slut to climax!'"
The editor of "Young Fashion" did not answer.
"Please Klaus, go on! Fuck me hard. Play with your son's spunk. Dream of his forbidden boy-cunt!" Colin was not all happy with his slut position. "And please kiss me, turn me around and make love to me. I fancy your body and your cock. Let me see your face, please."
Klaus turned Colin around. The tough man lifted Colin by the legs and placed them on his shoulders. On his knees, he penetrated the lad again, and now he showed no mercy. He fucked him hard, almost brutally, for five minutes. Then he bent down and found Colin's lips and mouth in a wet and tender kiss.
"You want to cum now, darling?" Klaus whispered. "I'll soon be there!"
Colin answered by the use of his arse muscles. Klaus was off-guard and howled. "Don't kill my poor old dick!" he shouted.
"Stop, Klaus. Stop telling me you're old! Fuck me now, stallion. See if you can find my button. Yeah, yeah. Like that, more. Like that! Stay still. Let me, let me!" The very active bottom guy used his arse muscles again. Two males had a simultaneous orgasm Ð two males howled like dogs.
"I'm cumming! Damn, I'm cumming!" Colin sprayed hands-free for the second time that evening while Klaus mixed his seed with his son's inside the young Scot's love tunnel.
Colin was curled up tight against his German editor after the exciting sex session when the hotel telephone rang. Colin answered. With a grin he looked at the naked German beside him. "Daddy wonders if we have almost finished our planning." Colin spoke while he listened to his dad. "He wants me back for the night!"
"We are finished, aren't we, sir? You have your magazine story for the European teens, and I will probably manage without a hard-on for the show tomorrow morning." Colin looked at his small prick - for once almost flaccid. He left the bed and found the JustColin bathrobe. Before leaving he bent down and gave his editor a deep kiss. "For Robin!" He smiled.
Two barefoot youngsters in white bathrobes met in the hotel corridor between rooms 9012 and 9017. They hugged each other.
"You will come to my show tomorrow?" Colin whispered.
"You bet! We'll come to both!" Robin whispered too.
"How come you're still hard?" Colin had a hand on the youngster's erection. "No energy in the old man?"
"I'll never lose my wood again. Your dad is just a crazy fucker. You're lucky, man!" Robin, naked inside the open bathrobe, hurried down the corridor.
"Robin was happy for your treatment, Dad. What did you do to him?" Colin was almost sleeping when he dived in beside his `father' in the huge bed.
"I taught him how to cum hands-free. He had his first real orgasm, he said!" Bill put an arm around Colin.
"You should stop just writing porn, Dad. We could start a sex-clinicÉ." Colin yawned. He was already asleep when Bill found the thin duvet and covered the naked young model that was a bit too late for a real beauty-sleep.
The two-storey shopping mall was a dream of lights and gold and flowers. Colin was really excited. He was back on stage in London, and the crowd outside had cheered him like a star when he entered the building after the morning visit to a famous stylist. He was accompanied by Mr Baird and Bill, both in smart business suits. The two were taken care of by the management, while Colin was taken upstairs to the temporary changing rooms. A group of young teen models applauded when Colin arrived. They had already changed out of their normal clothes and were dressed in the first piece of underwear to be presented.
"Thirty minutes, guys!" A lady in red led Colin to a small private cubicle. Two young stylists were already there. Colin greeted them with a grin and a high five. Very professional, he stripped naked. In front of the lady and the two guys he just pulled off everything, even his rather decent JustColin bikini from his first collection. He was helped on with a bathrobe.
"You know the procedure, Colin." The lady stopped because cries of excitement were heard when the public were allowed inside. "The stage is the escalator. You stand where advised down, you make the walk, return and use the escalator back upstairs."
"How many entrances?" Colin asked.
"We have changed like you advised. You present seven pieces, four local models follow you, plus the grand final where all the eight guys follow you."
"Great young models!" Colin said. "They look like dancers."
"They are dancers. They come from the junior school of dance, most of them are in ballet. It's been a job telling them not to use dance belts. They feel naked without them, they say. But we need some bulges as you know. Young sex sells!" The lady was about to leave the room.
"Good!" was Colin's only comment.
"I thought the dance belt was to hide the dancers' erections!" Colin smiled at the two young helpers; both dressed in white, very sexy. "You look like models yourselves, guys!"
"We are! We will be in the show tonight," one young man said. He was the hunkiest of them.
"Any of you will strip down to the new mini-thong?" Colin asked. The two, not too professional models, blushed. "All of us will, in the finale. You know there's been a discussion going on here. The management thought it too sexy for England Ð almost porn! But the Italians made them change."
"It is porn! Fucking nice porn!" Colin said. "Show me what you are wearing now."
The two hesitated, then they stripped off their shorts. Both had JustColin very classic sport jocks with JustColin on the ribbon.
"Good! Very good! Please turn around. Let me see your globes!" Colin commanded. The stupid guy was about to get a hard-on. "Superb. You will be super sexy in the thong. Now first item, okay?" The lads hurried to dress up again. Colin dropped the bath-robe.
"Fifteen minutes!" A message was heard. Colin was helped into a tiny yellow item of underwear with JustColin in black across the bum. Four young boys from twelve to fifteen found their steps on the escalator. When they entered the built-up stage at the bottom of the escalator Colin was carried by the two lads in white and placed on the top step. Glitter fell from the roof and spotlights followed him all the way down. He was in the centre of the `stage' and he loved every second of it.
Four men applauded in the background. They had all met Colin dressed in less the day before. A fifth man got Colin's attention a second. Among the many photographers was his good friend Donald Matthews, just Don to his friends. Colin was invited to meet him for a private lunch after the half hour walkabout and poster signing in the shopping malls.
At Colin's request, Don took him and Bill to his favourite pub for lunch. Colin had asked for real fish and chips and Don knew a place where they also could have some privacy.
"You did an excellent job today, Colin. Very professional!" Don said when they entered the pub. "You must be tired so it's good to have four hours for yourself before the next show."
"A more exclusive audience next time," Colin said. "All the shop owners who plan to sell our new collection will be there. I have to balance between style and porn! High underwear fashion for the wealthy adult youngster."
"You nervous, son?" Bill asked.
"No, Dad. Not at all. You know I love to show off my body, and if some of the old men get a hard-on and some of the ladies wet their knickers, well, then I've done my job! The agents must do the rest." Colin looked around. "Did they have to catch that fish!" The youngster was hungry.
The old ones had beer, but Colin just had some sparkling water. He had a job to do, and he knew it.
"Will we start shooting the nude photos for Reynard tonight?" Colin asked Don. He was satisfied and relaxed after the meal.
"I'll meet you at the hotel at eight, Colin. Just don't think about it. I have a plan, a crazy plan. You will love it." Don answered. The sporty photographer in his mid-fifties had energy like a teenager. Colin loved his ideas.
"I suggest you invite the Germans for a night out, Bill. Young Robin would like to see Soho, I heard. I know a place where Robin may enter as long as he is there with his father. A dark basement too. Colin and I will meet you there between ten and eleven, okay?" Don had organised the evening. Both Bill and Colin nodded.
"I'm very happy that you could be here for the JustColin event," said Colin. "It's a very brief visit so we didn't plan to meet up with any friends while we were here."
"I hope it won't be just work." Don winked at Colin.
Colin laughed. "Still making movies, Don?"
"Occasionally, but none as exciting as yours," replied Don. "We still get requests for more with you."
"I got an offer from a Dutch porn producer recently," smiled Colin. "But you know I would never get involved in stuff available to the general public."
"Would you consider doing another one for the private club?" Don asked.
"I don't know. It would have to be quite special," said Colin. "I don't really have much spare time while I'm at university."
"So if I came up with an idea you fancied, you might say yes?" queried Don.
"I might - if you paired me up with some hot guys," smiled Colin.
"I'll give it some thought," said Don. He checked his watch and said, "I have to dash now. I'll see you for the next show Colin, and then again eight o'clock. Bye, guys." Don grabbed his bags and hurried to meet the German editor with his morning pictures.
"Would you really consider doing another video?" Bill asked when Don left the pub.
Colin shrugged. "I wouldn't rule it out. They are not as much fun to make as appearing before a live audience but it might be nice to do another one while I'm still young."
"You will always be young to me," smiled Bill. He placed a hand on Colin's knee. "You fancy a rest in the hotel now?"
Colin was still met by cheering youngsters when he arrived for the second show. The style inside was different though. Balloons had been changed for more glitter. Tables with Italian sparkling wine and a lot of Italian food waited for the distinguished guests.
When Colin entered the changing rooms, he met a different group of young models. Suddenly he was back in a high school locker room. Possibly ten nude or semi-nude guys, aged 17 or 18, were helped to get into pieces from JustColin's new collection. A stylist waited for him in his private cabin just divided from the rest of the guys by a small curtain.
Two guys, his helpers from this morning, came inside. "Great show this morning!" one said.
"Damn sexy too!" the other added. "We go for the mini-thong as a hot finale! But the last entrance in bathrobes Ð isn't that a disappointment?" The two guys were both grinning.
Colin thought they looked great for the first presentation Ð a low-cut bikini with partly open front to show the pubic bone.
"Be careful, guys. Get a hard-on and you are in the strip-business." Colin looked at two well-filled bikinis. A bit irritated by his own reaction Colin felt that his cock was growing. This morning had been very easy. The models had been kids and Colin had just helped them to be good performers.
The show started Ð more flashing lights now. Colin found it difficult to see the audience. The young bodies on the escalator were like a living screen, background for the logo JustColin that changed from body to body.
The full set of the new collection was presented, and met by ovations. A jock with double cords and a completely naked backside was even met by some youthful whistling.
There was some excitement in the locker room when the models changed into the new mini-thong. The front was an elastic pouch held up by a thin cord around the hips and another cord through the arse-cheek. The dick could be pushed down or aside. If completely flaccid the bulge seemed decent, but if the model was half hard or had an erection, the look became very challenging. One boy was in real trouble just before entrance Ð a beauty of a hard-on was very visible above the pouch. One of the older dressing-guys had been through problems like this before. A squeeze of the youngster's balls made him kneel with a yell, and his erection went down.
"A new generation of underwear for young guys!" The presentation continued. "Will give you the correct look in tight trousers, and a great teaser inÉ more intimate situations. JustColin is back on stage - give him a hand!"
Accompanied by some soft Latin-rock Colin moved towards the first step. The escalator brought him down to the walk while the room was filled with what appeared to be rain. The blue light on the white pouch made the tiny underwear look wet. Very assertive, Colin went to the end of the walk, stopped, smiled, and put his hands on his hips, before he turned around and walked back to the escalator running up.
"I want a small show out there to end the presentation. We will be on stage all of us now, and all in the white JustColin bathrobe. Let's tease the old men and women a bit, hopefully the newspapers and TV too." Colin grinned. "Strip now and stay naked underneath the robe. I'll be the last one to enter downstairs. When we finish the walk we are told to face the public and wave, okay! But listen! When I, as the last one, enter the escalator on my way up, I will drop my robe. You do the same, all of you, please. Then I count to three and we all turn around. Wave with one hand and cover your groin with the other, if possible. Okay? Any questions?" Colin commanded.
"The final entrance. Thank you, Colin and the London youth dancers! Thank you JustColin. Buona sera, Italia!" The disc jockey started the music and presented the final entrance. The enormous golden globe sent thousands of stars onto the entering young models.
The strip on the final ride up the escalator was the evening's hot climax. Strange perhaps that a nude Scottish youngster was the most pictured model in an underwear show. JustColin's PR guys were more than satisfied.
"Hurry, guys. I need some help!" Colin found the two models he first met in the morning. Now they were naked, trying to cover up, in front of him in his `private' cabin. He opened the door to a small store-room and pushed the guys inside. Both of them wore great smiles, even if they did not know what was going to happen.
"Please help me get release before I have to do the walkabout. I'm damn horny, and a wank is too pitiful!" Colin pushed his hips forward. "And we have fancied each other since this morning, haven't we? I heard you had begged to be my assistants at the morning show. Fans eh?"
Colin looked at two beautiful youngsters no more than 18, well-equipped, trying to cover two super erections. Now the two lads blushed and knelt in front of Colin who gave them his cock while he played with their hair and their shoulders. The two had some skills from `home', quite sure, and fought for his cock and balls. With hard fists they wanked themselves while Colin was nearing the edge.
"I'm cumming, guys! I'm cumming, please, please!" Colin's eruptions were met by two open mouths and the lad from the north managed to shoot his load into both waiting young dancers.
"Feed me too, guys, I love you! You are the best in show!" The three changed positions. Soon afterwards the London lads finished and tried to find Colin's mouth. A lot of the boy-milk drenched his face, but minutes after the youngsters had emptied their balls, they used their tongues to fill their stomachs with the dripping jizz.
Noise from the outside room told that somebody was looking for them. "My friends helped me to find the shower. I need to freshen up!" Colin smiled at the lady in red.
"Not in there Ð in the back here. Please come with me!" The lady was doing her job.
"And I want these guys for the walkabout!" Colin commanded now. "They will help me to give out the free material. And please let the two get each of the presentation packets for their special service!" Colin grinned and went for a quick shower. He had made two new friends in London.
Colin met Donald Matthew in the hotel lobby. He carried a bag and a sort of rucksack. Colin recognised the spy-cam equipment Don had showed him in France.
"You have to change, Colin dear. Sorry I didn't tell you, but I have all you need here. I'll order a beer and wait for you. I'll tell you more when you are down again." Don handed Colin the bag.
Some minutes later and Colin went in front of Bill who was relaxing on the bed. "Is this the boy you fell in love with some years ago, Dad?" Colin asked. He was dressed like a junior school pupil, white socks, tight blue shorts, white shirt and burgundy tie. His hair was slicked back.
Bill looked at him and smiled. "Please let me hug you, kid. But one as young as you should not be allowed out in London streets at this time of the evening," he said.
"Uncle Don will look after me," Colin whispered.
"Damn. He will! I'm sure. He will more than look after you, kid! Be careful with strange men, you know son!" Bill grinned when Colin hurried out the door.
"You have probably guessed that Reynard is testing new segments for his business." Don smiled when Colin was down in the lobby looking like a young kid. "The secret cam event in your home was a part of that, I understand."
Colin just nodded. He had no idea of what was coming next.
"What do you know about `sex in public'?" Don asked.
"You mean the new amateur clips on social media presenting youngsters in kinky situations in public transport and streetsÉstudent funÉ or rugby funÉ or whatever?" Colin answered.
"Some of my uni mates have been in that business Ð blowjobs on the late train from Edinburgh Ð and running naked down The Royal Mile."
"Okay. Then you are familiar with the set-up. Monsieur Reynard wants some clips with you. And no stand-in like the teaser we made with Kasim's nephew last year." Don was about to end the explanation. "Three unwritten rules for the genre Ð a recognisable area, random people around, and the possibility of being caught."
"So, I do the hot actions and you use the camera?" Colin looked at Don who nodded. "What if I'm caught?"
"My responsibility, kid! I'm a professional Ð making a documentary, eh?" Don left the lobby-bar and took Colin to the rear of the hotel.
"We shoot the first clip here," Don said.
"What? We are in the middle of the city!" the youngster asked.
"Hardly anyone uses this alley, but you see over there." Don pointed. "We have a view to Oxford Street Ð famous store signs - people passing Ð buses too. We see them, they don't see us!"
"Okay. What do you want me to do?" Colin started to be both nervous and excited.
"You just walk down to the next building. Then you lean on the wall, pull down your clothes and wank!" Don had his spy-cam on the front of his jacket.
"And what if someone turns up?" Colin asked.
"Then we improvise!" Don grinned.
Colin was used to acting, but this was new. Stripping was not new though, and just the thought of wanking for the camera made him hard. The school kid did as he was told. Don followed him with the camera Ð busy Oxford Street in the background. Colin pulled down his clothes and opened his shirt to let his little stiffy be seen better. Then he wanked with closed eyes and an open mouth. Don couldn't have had a better actor. Suddenly a door was opened nearby, and Colin just turned to the wall and dressed.
"Perfect, Colin!" Don ended the filming. "How do you feel?"
"Excited! I could have cumÉ" Colin grinned now. "What next?"
Don looked at his watch. "We walk towards Marble Arch. I know a bus out of the city, number 86. You may wank there."
"On a public bus! You must be crazy, Don. There are security cameras!" Colin protested.
"You sit upstairs on the second seat on the left, behind the stairs." Don pointed. "When the security cam shuts down, you open your shorts and start wanking again!" If somebody comes near, you just cover up with your bag."
Colin placed himself as he was told. Now he understood why Don gave the driver some banknotes. The bus started - a group of youngsters in the back Ð a single couple on the other side. Don nodded. The screen above the stairs went black. Colin opened his school-shorts and found his boner. A more silent wank followed this time; not as crazy as the one in the street. The couple left at the next stop. Colin managed to cover well. Then he spread his legs wide for the camera, licked his fingers, and wet his naked cockhead before he pushed his hips forward and acted as if he had cum. He followed that by catching a drop of pre-cum from his cock and licking his fingers. Meeting buses and passing hotels made this a real tour through London streets. The bus entered a well-lit stop, and a group of youngsters were about to enter. Don nodded, the security camera came back on, and Colin made himself presentable.
"That was fun. Hot!" Colin left the bus in front of Don who gave the driver a thumbs up.
"What next? If I have to wank again I want to cum!"
"We'll find the Tube now and try the most difficult stunt." Don went in front down the underground entrance. "We'll go a bit west before we change. I have an appointment." He looked at his watch.
"How can we...with people all around?" Colin was not comfortable.
"We will use the last carriage on this Tube." Don said. `Next train in ten minutes' the screen said. A man in a hoody and tracksuit bottoms was standing behind them at the end of the platform.
"You just sit down, spread your legs a bit and play with your bulge Ð scratch your balls and adjust your boner Ð not good behaviour, but not illegal. Then we see what happens. You act when I nod, okay?" Don instructed when the Tube arrived.
The last carriage was divided in two parts with benches at the long side. Don placed himself with the cam at the very end and pointed Colin to place himself opposite. Colin understood that Don was filming the people in the other section, and then he followed the guy from the platform. He came into their section and sat down opposite Colin, rather close. The train accelerated from the station towards the city centre.
Don nodded. Confused by the closeness to another traveller, Colin went in action. He spread his legs and acted. The Tube entered White City. No new passengers. The man with the hoody coughed. Colin met his eyes. From the tent in the tracksuit, Colin saw that the man had a huge boner. He did nothing to hide his excitement. Again Colin was uncertain. The train stopped at Shepherd's Bush Ð the only new passengers went into the front section. Again Don nodded. The man pulled down the front of his tracksuit and showed off a huge brown hard-on. He gave obvious signs to Colin. Colin looked at Don who again nodded. Colin moved quickly to the other side of the carriage and sat beside the man, bent down and took the huge cock into his mouth. The cocksucker from the north was about to forget the time and place. He spat and worked the man hard. He played with his balls and let the man mouth-fuck him.
Don did not know what to do now. He saw that Colin had opened his own shorts and wanked his tiny rod while giving the man a real blow-job. The man spat milk when the train entered Holland Park. Not critical here. Don knew that, but he was sure the carriage would be filled up when they reached Queensway. The small devil just looked at the filming Don and swallowed the white load before he wiped his mouth with one hand. A light headshake from Don and the two ended the performance just in time for the horde to enter the train.
"I was horrified and damn horny!" The school-boy and the photographer were back in front of the hotel. "You have what you want now?" Colin asked.
"Yes, I have Ð more than expected. You're a killer, young man!" Don put an arm around his protŽgŽ. "I'll do a nude clip of you in the pub toilet tonight, and maybe you can wank a man covered by a table, but we'll see how things work out."
"I want to do a story now!" Colin said. "I haven't cum, and you are horny. You aren't only the professional photographer. I've seen you adjust your own wood more than once this evening. Come, we go back where we started."
Colin went in front around the corner; the alley was still empty and half-dark.
"Light enough?" Colin asked.
"For my spy-cam, yes, plenty!" Don answered.
"Set up your cam here on this pole, please Don, and go to my previous position," Colin instructed. "Let's see what's happens Ð your expression!" Colin grinned.
Don Matthews, the London photographer in his fifties, went up to the wall. Colin walked slowly down the alley, stopped in front of Don, before he went on. Moments later, he turned, went back and knelt in front of the man and stripped him of both trousers and boxers. The long hard cock was fully erect when Colin started his blowjob. Minutes later Don moaned and trembled. No acting, just a real mouth-made orgasm here outside the hotel. Colin took care of every drop.
Now he placed his hands on the man's shoulders and let him kneel. "I think you need some energy after the great job!" Colin said. He wanked his dripping wet cock to a very fast ending.
"I'm cumming, Don, I'm cumming! Take it! Take it!" Colin pushed his hips forward. The man needed no signal to take care of the huge load from the young actor. A school-boy and a grown-up man sharing spunk, while the heavy evening traffic passed just some metres away, ended the "sex in public" event.
To be continued