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This story 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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COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 1 (Colin and Bill)
Young Colin hurried into the train. He was stressed. His car was out of action and he knew that his dad would be waiting with a hot meal. The last week at the university had been a challenge, with new groups and some new teachers. Besides that, he had moved into a student apartment and this would be a big change from the first year's social life on campus. He shares the apartment with Kenny, who had been his roommate the previous year. The two had partied the whole week, visited people, and frequented the student bars in Glasgow.
Normally Colin would have loved the thought of a quiet weekend at home with his dad. The summer had been adventurous, with time spent in France and Italy, and he had skipped many of the freshers' week events to go partying. As he settled into his seat, he thought about his dad. Colin had started calling him Dad rather than Bill some years earlier, even though they weren't related.
Colin hadn't been in his dad's bed for nearly three weeks. The pair of them had had a long chat the other night, and Bill had not been happy with what Colin had told him. Drinking in the middle of the week, being questioned by the police at night because of partying in a park, and on top of that, cruising some of Glasgow's gay-bars looking for `fun'. Colin knew that his Daddy would teach him a lesson or two when they met.
A well-dressed gentleman in his sixties found a seat in front of Colin just before the train left the station. He gave the lad his hand, smiled and used his other hand to squeeze Colin's shoulder. The man was a lawyer in Glasgow, but he lived at Brickwall Mansion just outside Colin's hometown.
"Nice to meet you again. Colin. It's been a long time since I saw you on the train!" The well-tanned gentleman was one big smile.
"Nice to see you too, Mr Granville! Normally I use my car instead of the train these days, sir." Colin blushed. "But I had an accident last night. The car is not roadworthy at present and Dad is expecting me."
"You mean the yellow sports-car with your brand on the sides?" Mr Granville parked a hand on Colin's knee. "A real splash of colour!"
"Aye, it's my company car and well-insured, but my dad will be furious." Colin felt free to speak. He knew this gentleman well and so did his dad.
"I'm sure he will just be happy to see that you are okay, son. But fathers can react a bit over the top when they hear about car accidents, you know." He looked around and touched Colin's hand. "What about your professor, Thor Ð the Norwegian guest professor? I miss him. I heard he had gone to Africa. You were his favourite student, he told me." The man smiled. Again Colin blushed.
"I miss him too. We chatted on Skype a few days ago. He is in Egypt, doing some research at the library in Alexandria just now. He loves his new life, I think." Colin looked around and spread his legs a little. Mr Granville swallowed. Colin knew perfectly well that the teasing movement was loved by many men. Even small-cocked and small-balled, the teenager had a very visible bulge in his super-tight trousers. The touch from the man he remembered from more than one hot session made Colin rock-hard.
"I ask about him because we plan a new `father-son' baptism this autumn and as members you and Thor, or your dad in his place, will of course be invited." Mr Granville's hand was very close to Colin's crotch. He moved himself a bit closer. "I think you like the idea!" A finger found the outline of Colin's tiny hard-on.
"I do sir, but you know Dad isn't keen about participating. That's why he chose Thor to be his stand in for theÉceremony!" Colin adjusted his bulge. The train was making good progress towards his small hometown.
"But you have a new Scandinavian guest professor this year, haven't you son?" Mr Granville pulled Colin towards him and placed a hand on his perfect bubble butt.
"I don't even think he knows my name!" Colin snarled. "But he's damn sexy!"
They chatted about other subjects until the train approached their station.
Mr Granville's black limousine waited outside. Colin waved to Qi, the young chauffeur who also was the butler at the Brickwall estate. "We would love to give you a lift home, Colin." Mr Granville said and opened the door to the smart car.
"I appreciate the offer, sir, but I need the walk home to clear my thoughts," Colin said.
"Okay, son. Take care. Say hello to your dad for me, and think about the new hot baptism!" Mr Granville settled into the rear seat and the car drove off.
"Et pater filium!" Colin tasted the words. "Father and son." Colin had no father, not one he knew anyway, but he had a marvellous daddy who had `found him' in a bus-shelter in this town a little over five years ago. Now he had to tell him about the car accident on top of the other events he already had confessed.
"Maybe I should drop in to see Father John," Colin thought as he passed the old catholic church. "I could ask him to intercede for me."
Bill's house was a former farmhouse at the end of a gravel road on the outskirts of town but within walking distance of the main street. His dad's friend Bruce lived in the first house with his Asian boy Johnny. Bruce had been Bill's best friend since schooldays, and he had been a sort of sponsor for Colin during his first years with Bill. Bruce was a man Colin trusted one hundred per cent.
The last house before Bill's had acquired a new owner, Anton, some months earlier. The man was now standing on some scaffolding outside the building, working on the brick wall. He waved to Colin and shouted, "Good to see you, lad. Bill has been looking for you the last two hours, at least!"
Colin waved back. He had met the new neighbour a few times, and for a while he had been a bit frustrated because his dad had been in bed with this Roman-looking Adonis more than once.
"You keep your pants on to today, man!" Colin shouted back to the naturist.
"Don't want to scare the girls around." Anton grinned.
Bill was standing outside the house and welcomed Colin with open arms. The tall man nearly drowned his young son and protŽgŽ. "Good to see you, love," Bill whispered. With an arm around Colin's shoulder he led him into the hall and closed the door.
"Good to see you too, Daddy!" Colin flung himself around his dad's neck and found his waiting lips. The long and tender kiss was a kiss between lovers, more than just a welcome kiss. Colin felt the excited shivering in his dad's body when he next to carried him into the sitting-room. The welcoming had been warmer that Colin had expected.
"You are late, son. Problems? I thought you'd be using your car. I've been listening for the sound of tyres in the gravel for a while." Bill took care of Colin's huge bag. "Filled with dirty clothes, I suppose!" He took the bag to the backdoor.
"Our washing machine hasn't arrived yet Daddy, so I'm sorry. Things were easier at campus." Colin was happy not to tell about the car crash at once. He could smell supper from the kitchen. "Chilli con carne," he guessed. Bill always cooked his favourite meals when he came home from university for the weekend. Colin felt very much at home but he knew, and Bill knew, that something had to be said.
The meal at the kitchen table was always a nice event. Rules in this house, practiced for years, meant no arguing, no dirty words, and no problem-solving during the meal.
Bill talked of his weeks after the return from France and Colin told him about the refurbishment of the flat he was renting with Kenny, and about the chatting with Thor, his former teacher, down in Egypt.
"Have you had contact with Olav these last few weeks?" Bill asked. Olav was Thor's nephew who was living and studying in Bergen in Norway. He had been a sort of same-age brother for Colin in the last year. Colin called him his `piss-brother' after a childish but fun yellow ritual which took place on a mutual trip to Shetland.
"You know Daddy, the university in Bergen and ours in Glasgow have the same communication platform. No need for any special installations any more. We were able to use our laptops and connect while in our beds." Colin looked down. He wouldn't tell his dad about the heavy sex-scenes in both bedrooms. "Olav will stay in Bergen this year, but he hopes to visit Scotland during his autumn break."
The chatting was a bit strained. Both knew there were things unsaid when they sat down on the sofa after the meal.
"I asked you a question earlier, son. Something wrong?" Bill knew his lad extremely well and could always tell when something was wrong, and Colin knew his dad. When Bill was teasing he had small wrinkles beside his eyes, but when worried or angry the wrinkles moved to the forehead.
"I crashed my car yesterday, Daddy. And I could have lost my licence. Kenny and I were driving back home from a country park when we lost control and hit the railing Ð the lane was wet Ð and..." Colin looked at his dad's worried face.
"And you were driving too fast," Bill guessed.
"Aye, dad, I guess we were. We were happy and..." Colin had trouble speaking. "Éand we'd had some beers with the picnic."
Bill did not say a word at first. He thought about a situation in his own youth where he and his brother had been in a bad accident with his brother's motor-bike.
"Stupid son, stupid! Drinking and driving, eh? Either of you hurt?" Bill's voice was fuzzy.
"I'm fine, just fine, but KennyÉhis forehead hit the rear-view mirror. He had to get two stitchesÉand he has a real black eye." Colin tried to smile. Bill did not smile!
"You said you nearly lost your license." Bill put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "More to tell, son?"
Colin swallowed and blushed. "Two policemen turned up. It was John Ð the police constable I know - and another guy, who came to the scene," Colin whispered. "You know JohnÉ"
"The policeman that fucked you instead of reporting you when he caught you going through a red lightÉaye, you told me about that. So you paid him off with sex this time too...did you, lad?" Bill's grip of Colin shoulder was harder.
"No, no, Daddy. The other guy was there and nothing was said. John took Kenny to the hospital while I waited for the repair-service van to arrive. Not that bad, a damaged bumper and a door and a flat tyreÉ" Colin tried to straighten up.
"I don't give a damn about the car!" The no-swearing Bill was angry. He wanted to hug the small body beside him and tell him how happy he was to have him safe and unhurt at home, but instead he coughed and said nothing. For Colin the silence was the worst punishment. After a while Bill coughed again.
"You are 19, son, and you want to be your own master. You will ruin your future if you go on like this. What you told me on the phone the other night was bad enough, but now this car business as wellÉAs long as you stay with me - and you know how much I love you - I'll have to give you a lesson, sonÉ a lesson like the old daysÉ" Colin saw that Bill's eyes had become wet.
"Get up, and undress," Bill said.
Colin hesitated, but then started to undress. Normally this would have been a starter for sexual foreplay which could have ended in the bed upstairs or in the room they called `the playroom', but Colin knew this was serious business. He stripped off the sweater and t-shirt and then his trousers. Underneath he wore bikini-cut briefs. Now he stood in front his dad and slowly pulled down the underwear. He was fully naked, and for once his dick was flaccid. His normal condition in a situation like this would have been a full erection Ð a nice dripping 10 cm (4 inch) teen-cock.
Bill watched the action with silent excitement. The kid-like body was as beautiful as ever. Colin hadn't grown much since he was fourteen, but he now had a youngster's slim muscles. The weekly training in the swimming pool had changed the kid. The well-tanned body had no tan lines; the weeks spent nude in France and Italy had been a dream for him.
Bill swallowed and looked at his son's large nipples, chocolate brown circles, with nubs that turned hard when he was aroused. The lad was smooth all over apart for a shadow of pubic hair above his dick and hard balls. When he turned to place his clothes neat on the sofa, Colin's round butt shone in the light coming from the open fire. Bill swallowed again. He had to punish the boy, he needed a correction now, and in a way he had asked for it.
"Just leave your clothes, son. You won't need them this weekend. You will not leave the house, so you will stay naked!" Bill was still sitting on the sofa. Colin looked at him. He wanted to protest, but said nothing. He looked at his dad with big brown eyes, filled with tears, and used his fingers to comb his wild dark hair. Bill knew pretty well that the tears were not present for the coming pain, but because he was sorry for disappointing him.
"Your choice, Colin! Find the tool." Bill nodded towards the playroom.
With Bill following on behind, Colin hurried outside to the playroom and then looked around. He didn't spot any new furniture' but he noticed a new eye' in the corner, like the one he had seen in the sitting room. What he looked for was hanging on the entrance wall; the whips, the tawse and the leather belts, and underneath a collection of canes. He lifted the light birch twigs, and he tried the thicker rattan, but ended up with the medium cane. It was the tool he hated most of all, but the tool he knew would end the session fast.
Colin went up to his dad and handed him the cane. Bill tried the cane on his own open hand, then he tested it like an arrow. He looked as if he was regretting the whole action, then he took command. "Prepare yourself! How many strokes, son? Fewer and they will be hard, you know." Bill rolled up the sleeves on his long-sleeved shirt.
"Ten, please. Make it ten, sir," Colin whispered.
"Okay, be ready. You count. You know the rules. Failure to count and we start over again!" Bill swallowed.
Colin went up to the bench, bent over and took a firm grip. His round buttocks were hard.
"Spread your legs!" Bill used a hand to caress the globes. Colin was sweating, and so was Bill. Bill let his fingers follow the arsecrack; no hair, no stubble, the pink entrance was very tight. Colin prepared himself.
Bill tested the cane again before he hit the waiting butt. A pink stripe could be seen. No sound. No counting. Colin gritted his teeth. His whole body was tense. Another stroke followed Ð harder now. Colin moaned. "One!" he shouted.
The next three strokes landed across both buttocks and made a pattern of stripes. Bill adjusted his position because he was afraid of breaking the lad's skin. He went up to Colin, spat in his open hand and comforted the buttocks. "You okay, son?" he whispered.
"Don't treat me like a princess, Dad! Chastise me! Do me tough again! Be hard!" Colin was ready for more.
Three more strokes followed, a bit lower this time. Colin whined with every stroke now, but his arse muscles remained iron-hard when Bill checked again.
"Eight! Nine!" Colin shouted and Bill was sweating. The last stroke landed like the first and the stripe was red now, but there was no broken skin. Bill tossed the cane across the room, went up to Colin and let his open hands follow the body from neck to hips. Then he turned Colin around and hugged him tight.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I love you so much. Please forgive me! I'll try to behave better," Colin whispered.
"I know you will, son. Let's reset now, okay? I love you; never doubt that. Never!" Bill found Colin's waiting lips. "Now take a shower, and I'll find the soothing African cream for you."
Colin turned around and covered his rock-hard cock with both hands. He was embarrassed to show Daddy that he was still his dripping love-toy, and that the caning had made him long for his dad's strong body even more.
Bill was confused when Colin hurried back indoors, but he was happy to go on with some practical duties. He emptied Colin's bag filled with sportswear and underwear, and felt almost ashamed when he put some of the items in front of his nose. With closed eyes he smelled the young man he loved so much. He heard the shower stop, dropped Colin's dirty clothes by the washing machine and then went upstairs to the bathroom.
"Show me your butt, son. I have some of Kasim's African cream here." Bill moved Colin toward a seat in the bathroom. Kasim, the old pornstar, and Colin's partner in most of his private stage-shows, had cured Colin's butt more than once with his special cream.
"Not that bad, but bad enough to let you remember the reason for the punishment." Bill creamed the lad's butt with caring hands.
"Yes, Dad. I'm sorry. Thank you!" Colin turned in front of Bill and kissed him again. Then he covered his body in a huge towel. "I think I need an early night. I didn't sleep much last night, you see."
"I'll need an early night myself, love, but I have to answer an e-mail from my publisher first." Bill left.
"He didn't come to see me shower and he didn't undress. I don't think he wants me in his bed tonight," Colin thought. He crossed the upper hall to his own little bedroom. He hadn't slept in that room for years. He always shared his dad's bed when at home. Stressed, and sorry for himself, but also horny, Colin lay down on the bed. A small red light could be seen on the security cam. He opened his laptop and found his favourite video, an amateur one of his teacher and his dad making love to him in all possible ways. With one hand around his stiff cock and three wet fingers inside his arse, he felt that his body already was close to climax.
"It's not the car, it's not the partying," Colin thought. "My old man is jealous, damn jealous of me being with others." Now he talked to himself. "I need to tell him that he's the best, he's my hero." The wanking grew harder. Colin used two fingers to scoop the pre-cum from his wet glans. He sucked it eagerly. He heard his dad finish his shower, but he could not stop. His back hurt and his balls hurt.
"Ahhh! Daddy, Daddy! Please Daddy!" Colin lifted his hips and pulled his foreskin back from his dark red cockhead. The first squirt hit the wall behind the bed, the second hit his open mouth, and the next spots of white boy-milk covered his young hard body.
A short time earlier Bill had hurried to the bathroom and undressed in front of the full mirror. He tensed his biceps and he clenched his butt. The training with weights had done him good, and the hours on the bicycle had tightened his lower body. Chit, Bill's young Thai masseur, had trimmed his body hair as well, and persuaded him to shave his huge balls and his cock root, for the first time.
"Stupid old man!" he said to himself. "You'll soon be sixty! You think you can compete with the models and the stars?" Then he looked down at his semi-hard cock. "I trust you then!" he said as he gave his huge cock a slap, and then another, before he went into the shower.
A rough job with the towel, then some lotion, and a naked Bill was opening the door to the master's bedroom. The thought of Colin's hot body and some light jerks was enough; the very fit man sported his 24 cm (9.5 inch) long and well-defined cock ready for what he hoped was a waiting young lover. Colin was not in the bed.
"Damn!" Bill whispered. "The lad is really hurt!"
The sound from the other room was familiar, and he heard his own name being shouted too. Still holding his huge weapon in one hand, he crossed the floor and opened the door to Colin's room.
Colin did nothing to cover his activity. With his dad looking on from the open door he finished his wank and licked his mouth. The sound of fucking men from the video completed the scene.
"You want a taste, Daddy? Please help yourself. I couldn't wait, sorry." Colin collected some white lumps with two fingers and held them out to Bill who eagerly sucked the fingers. Moments later Colin had his hands on Bill's buttocks, pulling him close as he let the huge cock enter his open mouth.
"We both miss Thor, don't we love?" Bill closed the laptop. "You have to make do with just me for a while, eh?"
Colin tried to nod. The result was that Bill's dick passed the back of his mouth and gave Bill an opportunity to really throat-fuck him. This wasn't Colin's favourite position, but Bill let the boy take command and the result was that most of the huge dick went inside. With spit and tears, Colin gave his dad a treatment that made him moan with manly lust.
Colin managed to open the bedside cabinet and find a tube of KY jelly. Bill took the signal. Colin was ready for another round. His cock was dripping hard again.
Bill collected the rest of the spunk from Colin's body and used it on his own cock. Then he added a large amount of lubricating jelly. With a firm grip, he lifted Colin's feet up behind his head and spread them, found the arse and filled it with jelly.
"Yes dad, yes please! Take my pussy, use me, fuck me, show me you are my master, my only master. Come on. Be strong, Dad, be hard. I love you, only you!" Colin pushed his head back. His whole body trembled. He had been waiting for Bill's cock since he arrived, but the day had been so different from normal. The stripes on his butt were a dark red, but they didn't hurt much. Now the lad opened up for his father and lover. His own finger treatment just some minutes earlier made it easy for Bill but, even after nearly five years of regular fucking, Colin felt the pain when his dad broke through his sphincter.
"Yeah, Dad! All the way! All inside! Give me! Give me!" Colin was ecstatic. Bill was already close. The normal long-stayer was not here this evening. He had been a monk the last week. He had said no to Chit when he offered him his body at his last massage, and he had declined the neighbour Anton after their weekly pub visit.
Bill started with a series of short teasing movements, but Colin's begging made him soon change the rhythm to long and more brutal pounding. Colin moaned every time the huge rock-hard tool went deep inside and the huge balls slammed against his crack.
After 10 hard minutes Bill withdrew completely and then forced his cock inside, again and again. Colin screamed. Bill knew what to do. He placed his cock one third inside, and stopped. Colin lifted his hips, just a little, and then he squeezed the intruder with his arse muscles like a vice.
Bill howled and started to pump. The mature dad filled the youngster with his seed like he had done again and again over many years. His dad's contractions pushed Colin across another edge.
"I'm cumming, Dad! I'm cumming! Yeah!" The youngster erupted again, this time hands-free all over their two bodies. He found Bill's neck. With both hands he dragged him close, and they became one body in a tender, long-lasting kiss. Colin was back home.
To be continued.