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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 18 (York)
"Stop teasing that old man!" Bill pushed at Colin's side. The two were heading south by train from Edinburgh and Bill was aware of a man sitting diagonally opposite watching Colin, who had been asleep on Bill's shoulder for almost an hour. Now Colin was spreading his legs and scratching his small bulge as if he was on a bus with Kenny's rugby mates.
"But I woke up with a hard-on, Dad. I dreamt that you and Svend - Professor Thomsen - had a competition about who should fuck me on stage." Colin grinned.
"On stage? What stage?" Bill whispered.
"Something about stone circles. I guess I was back on Orkney, Dad. Last year's student excursion, you remember? Professor Thor won the competition then. I'm still wet, dad. I have to go to the toilet." Colin tried to adjust his bulge.
"I haven't heard about any stones on this trip, son." Bill yawned.
"Haven't you read up my professor's papers?" Colin teased. "In Denmark we are to visit some of the most famous stones in the world Ð the rune-stones Ð and it's my job to translate, you know."
"And that gives you a dripping hard-on, son! I can understand now how much you fancy your academic world!" Bill teased back. "Hurry to the toilet before the man over there starts an open wank!"
Pissing in a railway toilet with a hard-on is a job for specialists, but Colin had managed before. He managed this time too without too much mess. In a way he was not surprised when he left the toilet and found the `old man' waiting outside.
"You are going to York, young man?" The man smiled at Colin.
"Aye. Why do you ask, sir?" Colin was polite as always.
"Just if you need a place to stay..." The man handed Colin a business card. Colin nodded, put the card in his pocket and went back to Bill.
A young redhead was standing beside Bill when Colin returned. "What time do we arrive in York, sir?" the youngster asked as he made room for Colin. Bill looked at his watch. "In about 45 minutes, Brian. Getting bored, eh?"
"No, but my bum is numb from sitting. Nice to move around for a bit," the boy commented. "Just got a message." He showed Bill his mobile phone. "Professor Thomsen will be a bit late at the station Ð some postponed meetings earlier - but he meets us with a van." The boy called Brian turned around and headed for the next carriage.
"You have got yourself a new admirer, Dad. Fourth time he has come to talk to you, isn't it?" Colin grinned.
"Don't tease Brian. He's a cute guy Ð just a bit lonely. I do like him...and his accent from the Western Isles. He's got nice hair too!" Bill knew how to tease his son. Colin had been talking about his professor all the way from Glasgow, even some details about the man's habits in bed, and all his kinky actions during the cottage weekend.
Colin did not comment on his dad's interest in his class-mate, but changed the subject. "How does it feel to be on a student trip again, Daddy?" Colin put a hand on his dad's upper thigh. "Hot with all the young students around?"
"I have to find some substitutes, haven't I? If you are to be with your professor both day and night!" Bill grinned and let Colin's hand get closer to his crotch. "And I'm only responsible for the practical side of the tour. I'm on holiday, having fun." Bill did not move when Colin squeezed his half-hard weapon through the tight trousers.
"But you have travelled this way before, haven't you? With two boyfriends, you told me." Colin loved to feel his dad's reaction.
"Aye, but it was 40 years ago, Colin. Kyle, Archie and I went to Denmark in search of free gay love," Bill whispered. "Went by boat across the North Sea from Newcastle, but Kyle had family in York, so we started there."
"Kyle as your roomy and lover, and Archie as your boy-friend. Quite a threesome on that trip!" Colin let a newspaper cover Bill's lap.
"Yeah, right! And we nearly killed each other before it ended. Three guys cruising, not a good idea!" Bill grinned. "But please stop, son. I'll fuck the brains out of you as soon as we have our rooms. I'll give you a sore bum if you let your Professor get priority tonight. The tour starts officially tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Aye. We have to be at the Jorvik Viking Centre for the opening lecture at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!" Colin withdrew his hand. The train entered the impressive station in York. The English Viking capital, known then as Jorvik, was the first stop for the Glasgow students on their Danish-Viking excursion.
Colin was impressed by his dad as the tour organiser. Twenty students were settled in their rooms and had their evening meal - all well organised. Professor Thomsen thanked Bill. Bill had been very close to the professor's predecessor, Thor Olsen from Norway. Now the Dane hoped to see more of Colin's dad during the trip to his homeland.
"Where are we going?" Colin and Bill were walking into the centre of York, next to the river in the older part of the city. "Have you forgotten your promise. Dad?" Colin placed one hand on Bill's buttock.
"I couldn't fuck you in the middle of the group, son. Paper thin walls up there in that modern building! I will show you something." The two crossed a small bridge and went up to a cosy-lit pub by the riverside.
"You know this place? You seem very determined, Dad." Colin let Bill open the door. The pub was not crowded. The eyes of everyone inside followed the two when they went up to the bar. A man Bill's age and a youngster, even younger than Colin, worked behind the bar. Bill grinned and just waited some seconds.
"You are still around, Gilbert?" Bill looked at the bald-headed man with a beer-belly. The man met Bill's eyes, then he showed off a broad smile.
"Damn!" he said. "I don't believe in ghosts."
"Do I really look like a ghost, Gilbert?" Bill put a hand on the man's lower arm.
"Damn, Bill!" The man grinned." I wouldn't have recognised you if Kyle's nephew hadn't told me you were to coming today. Kyle hasn't been here for ages either. I heard you are here for the Viking conference."
"Aye, that's right. The young man here is the specialist!" Bill put an arm around Colin who felt the situation was a bit weird.
"He's a bit younger than your mates last time! And you want the room for three nights eh? Still the horny guy?" The man grinned.
"If the room is free, I would like to rent it. More comfortable for me than the student centre. How much?" Bill asked.
"Already paid for, by the hot nights forty years ago!" Gilbert said. "Boy!" He looked at the youngster who rested with one hand on the beer tap. "Show the gentlemen the boudoir!"
"Please give us two pints, young man!" Bill ordered. "We'll take them upstairs if that's okay." The youngster found a tray and poured two glasses. Then he opened the bar and went in front up the stairs. Again all the eyes in the pub followed the pair. In a way Colin felt like a hooker. He was rock-hard and super horny. Still he didn't know what his dad was up to.
"We'll send for the luggage, Colin. But keep your bed in the student centre. Next to your Professor!" Bill pinched Colin's buttocks. The boy giggled.
The old-fashioned room was quite big, placed just above the pub, with windows to the river. A huge bed filled the room. At one wall there was a leather sofa and a table, and on the other side an open fireplace.
"The bathroom is still in the hall, I guess." Bill smiled at the youngster who placed the pints on the table. "Next to the stairs to the attic as far as I remember."
"Correct, sir. I have my room in the attic for the moment." The boy looked at Colin and blushed.
"And the rear entrance is still open all night?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, just use the garden entrance when the pub is closed. Grandpa closes the main door when he leaves for the night." The boy left. The old-fashioned wooden door creaked.
Colin kicked off his shoes and dived onto the huge bed. Bill was beside him in seconds. He stripped off the lad's jacket and shirt, before he helped the boy to get rid of the super-tight modern trousers. Dressed just in a white singlet and a tight thong from the JustColin collection, Colin climbed onto his dad, hugged him and kissed him. Minutes later Bill stripped Colin's underwear too. The lad was completely naked when the still-dressed man found Colin's stiff and wet cock and sucked him hard and wild.
"Who have you fucked in this bed, Dad?" Colin whined. "Kyle? Archie? Gilbert?" Colin shivered at the rough treatment.
"Yes, something like that. Forget it, lad. It's you now. It's you and me. Let the professor rest, Colin. Let him wank looking at the photos he took at your cottage. I told him your bed would be empty tonight, okay?" He filled his mouth with Colin's cock and balls.
"Take easy, Dad, or I'll cum before you are undressed!" Colin tried to unbutton Bill's khaki shirt.
"You are right, son, but let me look at you. I'll strip for you but I'm going to taste the local beer first." Bill jumped out of bed and lifted one of the glasses.
"Put your arms above your head, Colin, and spread your legs a bit, please. You look so damn hot, baby!" The non-swearing Bill lifted his glass again. "Stay just like that, Colin. I have to go to the bathroom, and when I'm back I want to see you open your cunt for me. Don't move, you are a dream." Bill's black boxers were tenting. Shirtless and barefoot he left for the bathroom in the corridor.
Colin followed Bill's instructions, but he was dripping pre-cum. He collected some drops from his piss-slit and licked his fingers. Looking around, he admired the old building and the view from the window but wished the room had the convenience of an en-suite bathroom.
There was a very distinct knock on the door. Colin guessed it was Bill teasing. Without hesitating he shouted "Enter!" and stretched out his arms and legs like when Bill left him.
The lad from the bar hurried into the room carrying Colin's bags, and just behind him was Gilbert with Bill's luggage. The normal reaction from a nude guy being caught with a dripping hard-on would be to cover up as quickly possible. Colin just froze in his position.
The youngster dropped the bags in the middle of the room and did not move. With an open mouth, he blushed and with one hand he grabbed his own crotch to cover his own reaction.
"Sorry son Ð sorry for interrupting. I guessed you wanted your bags. BillÉ"
Colin interrupted the man, still in his spread out position. "Dad is in the bathroom, sir. I'm waiting for him," Colin said. "What a stupid thing to say," he immediately thought. The situation was more than a bit surrealistic. "Thank you, guys!"
Gilbert turned to his grandson. "Boy, you'd better help your mother close up the kitchen." Still hesitating and swallowing hard, the lad turned and left the room.
"'l'll place the luggage over here, son." Gilbert carried the luggage to the other side of the room. Colin relaxed, but did nothing to cover his nudity. The man stopped close to the bed. "Dad? Is Bill your father? I didn't know he had a son." Gilbert used a hand to rub his bald head.
"Bill is not my father, sir. He's my Daddy and my damn hot lover!" Colin grinned. At the same time they heard voices from the hall. Bill was thanking the lad for the service. They also heard noises when someone almost ran upstairs to the attic, slamming a door.
An almost naked Bill entered the room, just partly covered in a towel that was a bit too small. Once fully inside, he threw the towel on the sofa. Still partly wet and with his huge cock on half pole, he looked very potent and very hot in the evening light.
"I was about to fuck that beauty!" Bill said to Gilbert. "I think he is more than ready! What do you say, Colin?"
"Always ready for a hard fuck, sir!" Colin suddenly changed attitude.
"And you don't mind if I ask my old friend to take part. Think he is ready too!" Bill went up to Gilbert, very close. With one hand he found the barman's very obvious erection.
"Love to be part of your reunion, guys!" Colin said, wanking without shyness.
"Think you need to wet your tongue, old friend. Don't be nervous! The lad is happy to serve old men." Bill handed the host the waiting beer. Bill raised his glass. "To a happy reunion!" The two men drank. "Pity that you sent your grandson away though. He seemed to fancy the sight of Colin naked!" Bill unbuttoned Gilbert's shirt and loosened his belt. The formal trousers landed on the floor. Colin gasped when he saw the tenting in the man's wide American-style silk boxers.
"He would have cum in his pants!" Gilbert grinned.
"Please let me, sir!" Colin sat on the bedside and reached for the boxers. In slow motion he completed undressing the man who had been in bed with his dad forty years earlier. Bill smiled and gave his own cock some wanks when Colin opened his mouth for the skin-free cockhead. Bill recalled that Gilbert was one of the first circumcised males who had fucked him.
Colin had to compare Gilbert with Kenny, his room-mate and fuck-buddy who also was circumcised. Gilbert, with a small belly, had a cock as long as Kenny's and as thick as his daddy's. Colin used his hands and mouth and licked the long, thick shaft.
"You have taught him well, Bill. You were quite hot yourself, I remember!" Gilbert put his hands on the back of Colin's head and tried to mouth-fuck him. Colin was not quite in the mood for a throat-fuck and gave a signal with his fingers squeezing the man's low hanging balls.
"I need a fuck now, gentlemen. I have waited for hours. You want me doggie, sir?" Colin withdrew from the man's slimy dick.
Without waiting for an answer Colin turned around and placed himself on all fours, opening his boy-cunt with both hands. "I'm ready, guys. Make me cum. My balls are filled with boy-milk for you. Should be enough for both of you!"
"You'll find some lube in my small bag, Gilbert. Pass it to me, please. You will need to be careful how you enter his cunt with that monster!" Bill squeezed Gilbert's stiff cock, then he knelt and took care of Colin's arse, first with his lips and tongue, then with fingers greased with the jelly received from Gilbert. After a tough finger-fuck, Bill turned around, still on his knees and spat on Gilbert's cock. With both hands, rather roughly, he greased and played with the cock. Finally he took a firm grip around the man's balls and pulled him close to Colin's opened arse. "Now be gentle, old bitch, or I'll attack your arse!" Bill gave the man a soft spank with an open hand.
Gilbert penetrated Colin very carefully, but without stopping. He let his 25 thick centimetres (10 inches) glide inside Colin's love tunnel in one single movement. Colin moaned when he felt the man's balls hit his own hard nuts. Colin looked aside and was surprised when he saw his dad sitting in the sofa with the beer in one hand while wanking his own huge spear with the other.
"Show the lad your skills now, Gilbert! My son is used to Scottish quality, you know. Need some help?" Bill went up close to the fucking man, licked his fingers, and played with Gilbert's arse-hole for some minutes. Bill went on playing with the man's body. He even whispered dirty words to him. "Fuck the little slut! Make him beg for cock. Take him hard. Fill him! Fill the slut!"
With one hand, Bill tugged at Gilbert's body hair and found his nipples. The fingers of his other hand found the entrance to the man's arsehole and went in all the way. Bill almost fisted the man to find his prostate. He pushed hard; he really finger-fucked the man he hadn't seen for forty years, but he remembered the man's dirty fantasy. "Tighter than a donkey, eh Gilbert? Fill him with your horse-cock!" Bill bit Gilbert's earlobe. Gilbert screamed but fucked Colin harder and harder.
"I'm cumming, sir. You are damned good. I'mÉaaaghÉcumming!" Colin felt Bill's hand cup his spurting cock. At the same time Gilbert made his final attack. He battered the student while his seed filled his inner body. He howled like a hound on the moors.
Bill's hand, filled with Colin's boy-cream, found Gilbert's mouth. The man slurped the long threads and licked the juice.
"Amazing!" he said. "Amazing!" In one movement he managed to put the boxers and trousers that had been around his feet back on. In a hurry, with one hand holding up his belt, he crossed the room into the hall.
"What happened to him?" Colin fell down on the bed and looked at Bill.
"In medical books, they call it an orgasm!" Bill grinned.
"Was I too hard with the old man?" Colin placed an arm around his dad. "I just used my bottom muscles!"
"You think you can manage another old man? You are still hard!" Bill wanked his `son', "and I'm damn horny after the show here."
"Why did you call me slut, Dad?" Colin tried to be serious.
"Because I love you when you are slutty, sometimes very slutty, and just now I'm going to show you what I meant by that!" Bill pushed three fingers into the dripping entrance and rotated them. Colin whined and spread his legs.
"I heard you speaking to the lad, Daddy?" Colin gasped at the treatment. "He didn't go to the kitchen, did he? I heard him upstairs in his attic room. I know the sound of a bed with a teenager heavy wanking. You think we should...?" Colin kissed his dad.
"Go on, Colin! I think I can manage both of you. I feel very young in this room you see Ð just catch him." Bill almost pushed Colin out of bed.
Naked and erect, Colin opened the old door, hesitated for a second, then hurried up the narrow stairs to the attic. He knocked the door and opened when he thought he heard a `come in'. Guess it was just fantasy, because when he went inside the youngster tried to cover up his naked body. A smell of young man and spunk filled the room.
"Come downstairs with me. Let's play together, red-top!" Colin found the youngster's hand.
"But Gilbert Ð Grandpa!" The boy hesitated.
"He's done, boy! Well done - come on - don't be shy. My dad is a super fucker. He'll fuck both of us. You want another cum, don't you?" Colin watched how the youngster continued to jerk his long dick while jumping out of bed. Giggling like two teenage girls they hurried down the stairs, rushed into the room, and knelt beside Bill who had taken Colin's place in the middle of the bed, slowly working his huge cock.
"Good lad, I told you. You could have stayed!" Bill pulled the lad close. "You two Ð just spunked off both of you, I know. That cock looks newly wanked. Please let me touch!" Bill found the youngster's round balls and the long stiff cock surrounded by carrot-red hair. The boy moaned when Bill started to wank him.
"Do each other first, guys. Let me see you play. I want both of you dripping hot before I fuck you. You are into big cocks, aren't you, lad? Gilbert - why you call him grandpa? He isn't, is he? Your fuck-daddy, eh?" Bill forced the youngster's foreskin behind his glans, and rubbed the cockhead with rough fingertips. Pre-cum made the cockhead glisten.
"Suck him, Colin. He's all yours!" Bill rolled aside and let the two youngsters use the bed. It was just as Bill hoped, a fight between young athletes. They were fighting to be on top, and fighting to be suckers and rimmers. The sounds from the York lad and the dripping from his cock told Bill that he soon would take the active part. He was afraid that the lad would spunk before he even got a cock inside.
"My Colin is not a fucker. His body is built for receiving cocks, huge cocks, but I want to see how much of a man you are, boy. Use your cock to open him for me. You are wet enough, and Colin has your `grandpa's' spunk inside, so go on!" Bill placed himself behind Colin's head, and lifted his legs and spread them.
Nervous, the lad placed his stiff cock outside Colin's glistening pucker. Colin was really waiting for a fuck, so he took command and pushed backwards. The boy met him and docked in him. The long thin cock, hard as iron went straight up. Colin loved this lad. He did not pretend. He just fucked like a teenage boy should do, and when he, without a word, started to shoot his young load inside, it was just as he had expected.
"Good boy!" Bill said. "Let Colin clean you now. He's such a slut today. He would eat the spunk out of your balls if he had the possibility!"
"But no more pretending, guys. You are ready for the final test now, showing me what serving youngsters you are. Kneel both of you. Heads down, hips up and open those cunts of yours." Bill used plenty of lube to prepare the Yorkshire lad's arse. Colin was more than ready for what was coming.
The next half hour was Bill's. He fucked the two lads in front of him. When the red-headed guy spunked again after just a few minutes, Bill forced him to continue, and when his own Colin begged him to be harder, he did.
Bill was ready to end his reunion in York. He commanded the two lads to kneel in front of him while he finished the fuck with some hard jerks, and let his 24 cm (9.5 inch) weapon drench the two lad's faces and mouths.
"Eat!" Bill commanded, and the two licked each other.
"Now then guys, feed me your boy-milk. Nobody leaves this bed until his balls are empty." Bill laid himself down and the two knelt either side of him. Colin wanked slowly. He had been close to the edge for the last ten minutes. The other lad wanked furiously, for his third, or maybe fourth, cumming of the evening. With a big smile Colin shot his white load into Bill's open mouth. The other youngster added his shortly after. His cock sprayed his clear boy-juice as if he was pissing. Colin did what he could to help his dad clean up.
"You want breakfast tomorrow, sir?" The young redhead was sitting naked and warm at the bedside.
"We have to eat with our group tomorrow morning, but thank you. I think my dad needs a cup of coffee before we set off for the Jorvik Centre though." Colin was suddenly in command. He went up to the York lad. "Thank you for joining in, my friend. My dad is used to threesomes in this bed, you see." Then he bent down and kissed the boy, deep and tenderly. Suddenly the youngster blushed.
"We are happy to tell you all that our great Jorvik Centre here in York - the national Viking centre Ð has been rebuilt and enlarged after the flood damage in 2015." The director started his formal speech before he handed the planning of the day to Colin's professor, Svend Thomsen.
"We will start as normal tourists!" Professor Thomsen collected his group of twenty students from the University of Glasgow. "We will climb into the carriages that will lead us through the Viking world. Lifelike mannequins and life-size dioramas will try to give us the feeling of York Ð or Jorvik as the Vikings called the township Ð nine hundred years ago."
Bill had collected tickets and placed himself beside the professor. Mr Thomsen continued. "The Jorvik Centre has been criticised as a 'pop-up book view of history' and it's presentation of the past has been labelled Disney-like. You have to judge for yourselves when we end the day with visits to the archaeological centre where scientists from York will tell us about life in those days."
Professor Thomsen placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. "Because of Colin's special knowledge of the Norwegian-Scottish historic relations, I have given him the task of being a sort of critical opponent today. Let's start guys Ð enjoy!"
Like a typical high school excursion, there was a fight for the seats. Colin smiled when young Brian jumped into a carriage close to Bill. As a person with special responsibility, Colin waited. The professor took his hand and placed him very close.
"I missed you last night, Colin. Nothing wrong with our relationship, I hope?" The man placed a hand on Colin's upper leg. The carriage was about to enter the `tunnel'.
"No, not at all, sir, but my dad had a special idea about a room and seeing a friend from the old days. So we stayed in an old pub last night." Colin moved even closer to the man who now searched his body.
"Please visit me tonight, Colin...if possible. I can arrange an invitation for Bill. I've been constantly horny since our time at the cottage," he whispered. "I am now as well!" The man placed Colin's hand on top of his hard erection. He looked around to see if anyone watched. The security guy watching CCTV smiled when the screen showed the two kissing with passion instead of following the information.
Colin had done his job well. He even got applause from his fellow students when he ended his small speech.
"I will give you all a handout with relevant information for our own studies!" Colin added his own interpretation. "I don't think we know the full truth about the Viking age in Britain. The Vikings are in my mind not simply robbers and rapists. They were settlers looking for a better future in a foreign country, not unlike the situation in Europe today!" Colin found his seat between Bill and the man he in private called Svend. The afternoon tea was about to end.
"I think I have to sleep in the student centre tonight, dad. I don't want any special privileges. You have plenty of business to take care of, haven't you?" Colin tried to sound business-like. The truth was that he was very excited. Professor Svend had sucked him close to cumming just half an hour earlier in his temporary study.
Professor Thomsen had followed the conversation. "We are invited to the Grand Hall tonight Ð a special reception Ð while the students have their `get together' party." He looked at Colin, then Bill. "I hope you will come with me, Bill. You care for a pint first?" Bill nodded and the two men left.
Suddenly Colin was the one to feel a bit lost. "I thought Svend would carry on with what he had been doing a short time ago," he said to himself. He adjusted his hard-on. A business card fell from his pocket.
"The old man on the train Ð he offered me a room Ð he didn't say for how long. I wonder who he is Ð maybe a search on the net?"
The telephone number gave him a name Ð the title was Doctor of Medicine. It was even connected to a clinic address.
"Maybe I should try a text message," Colin thought.
He wrote:
`Dear sir. I'm Colin. You gave me your business card on the train yesterday. I'm in no need for a room, but you made me curious. You will allow me to call you sir? Yours, Colin.'
Minutes later Colin received an answer:
Dear Colin. I will love to meet you. Please come to Miklegate Bar at six p.m. and I will give you a guided tour of the City Wall Ð my hobby! I'll bring my grandson who is anxious to see you. Please call if you cannot come. Your old' friend.'
Colin was very excited when he hurried the streets toward one of the main city entrances through the famous York City wall, or the Roman wall as some called it, even if just a small part could be related to the Romans. Colin had read a lot about York before he arrived, but this day had been mostly about the Vikings. He knew that the Miklegate Bar had its name from the Viking-age. It leads onto Micklegate, which is an Old-Norse word for `Great Street', another thing remaining of the Viking influence in York.
Two males were quite obviously waiting for him. Colin recognised the older man from the train yesterday. He hurried up to take his hand, then he turned to the youngster beside him. The boy was nearly 20 cm (8 inches) taller than Colin Ð taller than his grandfather too. He was probably in the middle of puberty; long and thin, his arms looked too long and his face had a young man's pimples.
"I'm Robin, eh, they call me Robby, and I heard you met my Granddad yesterday!" The youngster was very excited.
"Well, Colin and I hardly met, but we queued for the same toilet," the man corrected. "But I told Robby when I reached home that I'd met someone I'd seen on a poster. He recognised the description and told me he had seen you in `Young Fashion'. I didn't know you were famous Colin."
"Well, I've been in some youth magazines, yesÉ" Colin was stopped.
"Yes, yes. I knew it was you. May I have your autograph, Colin?" Robby opened a magazine he was carrying in a sports-bag. Colin knew the edition with a sticker of him inside.
"Of course Robby, but not in the middle of the street." Colin grinned.
"Take it easy, lad! We use the stairs to the top of the wall here." The man went up to an iron door and produced a huge key. "You see, the wall closes for entrance at six this time of the year, but I do private tours so I have my own key!"
Colin was really surprised. The view from the wall was excellent Ð old houses, streets and gardens all around.
The man stopped at the first viewpoint. "Robby has to leave us for his ballet lesson very soon, but he would not stop when I came back from Jorvik Centre today. You see, I checked the participant list, and found that a Colin was in the group on a special visit. And then you emailedÉ" The man was about to start a long explanation.
"Please give me the magazine and a pen, Robby. I will sign the poster if you want me to." Colin looked at the poster from his first underwear collection Ð a rather low-cut bikini with JustColin across the bum. A smaller inset picture showed him in a sporty thong.
"You have some of my underwear?" Colin asked. The lad blushed. "I have, some. In classic ballet we must use a dance-belt," Robby explained. "But in modern dance we are allowed to use a thong. I have ordered your brand, but haven't received it yet. Not available in the store here!"
"Dance-belt? Ball-killer, eh? My thong is too sexy for England, I guess. Would you like one?" Colin grinned.
"Of course, butÉ" Robby looked a bit puzzled.
"Any place we could change, sir?" Colin looked at the old guide who seemed as curious as his grandchild.
"We may use the tower for a while." The man found another key and took them back to the entrance and then into a small stony room.
"You have boxers underneath, or what?" Colin asked. "Just undress and I'll give you my thong. It was new when I put it on earlier today." He grinned and started to strip out of his clothes.
The lad followed - shy, but smiling. He pulled down his knitted grey trousers. Colin knew the type from gym. Underneath Robby wore tight black boxers.
Colin was almost naked. He looked at grandpa who knew the strip was for him Ð a follow up to the eye-teasing on the train the day before. The man seemed to understand too and looked at the boys without turning away. Colin wore the underwear item Robby had talked about, the style that really displayed Colin's round globes and had become one of his trademarks. The white tight thong with JustColin on the ribbon had a wet spot in the front. Colin let it drop to the floor and then handed the small item to the lad. The shy Robby stripped. As a horny teen, and a very excited one, the teen-dick he showed off did not stay soft. A normal-sized erection pointed upwards when he put on Colin's thong. In a hurry he also pulled on his training gear. The action was so fast that Colin still was naked when the youngster hugged him, and thanked him.
"You had better hurry now Robby or Lady More will kick you out!" The old man opened the door and the youngster hurried outside.
Colin was about to pull on Robby's boxers when the man looked at him. "May I touch you, Colin?" His voice was sort of sexy. "I did with my eyes yesterday. Who was the man you almost wanked on the train? Your daddy?"
"Yes, my daddy. He was really horny!" Colin smiled. "You are too sir, aren't you? Please, sir, I'm happy for your company." Colin lifted his hands above his neck and pushed his hips forward. "I'm always happy for a doctor's inspection!"
The doctor did just what Colin suggested. He let his hands wander with a special interest in the prominent nipples. When his professional fingers found Colin's arse the boy dripped pre-cum in long threads down to the old stone-floor.
"A fine body!" the doctor said. "A hot and very horny body!" he added and turned as if he was ready to leave. He hadn't touched the lad's balls or stiff cock.
"Don't you need to check my sperm, sir? You think I'm fertile?" Colin grinned.
The old doctor helped Colin to climb on to the only bench in the room. With one hand he squeezed Colin's balls, and rolled his nuts. Colin moaned at the tough treatment. After that the man used two fingers to squeeze the cockhead and let the pre-cum drip. Then he pushed the foreskin to the limit of real pain and Colin whimpered. He suddenly placed both hands on the old doctor's white hair. The man took the signal and let Colin's cock fill his mouth.
"That old doctor had sucked many patients in his life!" Colin told his professor later that night. "And he was a master of edging!"
After twenty minutes Colin could not manage to hold back any longer. He just had to spunk off. The orgasm he had waited for made him cry real tears. "I'm cumming, sir. Thank you sir, thank you!" He filled the old man's mouth with his white jizz and the man swallowed every drop. He licked his mouth and he licked Colin's sore glans.
"I think you are fertile, son. Very!" He smiled. Colin jumped down from the bench and found the man's hard cock. "You want some service, sir?"
"Yes young man, young Scottish lad! Now you have to follow me all the way around the City Wall and I'll give you a 90 minutes lecture in English history. You have already paid for it!"
To be continued