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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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COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 20 (Denmark)
Both Colin and Bill were silent when they met for breakfast on the second day after their arrival in Denmark. Colin had to break the silence so he tickled his dad's butt and then put an arm around his waist.
"Brian overslept this morning, Dad. A hard night, eh?" Colin whispered.
"I asked him to take a cold shower. He couldn't get it down you see Ð just like you!" Bill let his hand just touch Colin's bulge. "Did your professor give you the normal morning service, son, or did you miss me?"
"I missed you, Dad, very much, but Brian is a hot fucker, isn't he?" Colin wanted to turn his dad away from the professor. "Please try to find a room for both of us tonight, eh?" Colin touched Bill's neck.
The students that Colin yesterday had previously called `half-dead' were far from dead this morning. First and second year students behaved as if they were on a high school group excursion. They had tested the liberal Danish drinking regulations, and been given the professor's fatherly reprimand on entering the bus.
After a ninety minute drive, they reached the so-called Jelling Stones in the middle of the Jutland peninsula. Burial mounds surrounded the rune stones from the 10th century. The place was very special, and even a foreign tourist felt the need for silence in these surroundings.
"I just want to welcome you to what many Danes look upon as the birthplace of the Danish nation. The rune stones have been here for one thousand years, and give us some written evidence." The professor was very solemn.
"Too solemn!" Colin thought.
"You all know your fellow student, Colin. I'm giving him a test today. He's responsible for the introduction to the runes we see here, and also for the translation of the wording into modern English. The group is yours, Colin!" Professor Thomsen moved aside. The new glass and copper covers made a dramatic background for the youngster who, without papers, found a place between the two huge stones. The international underwear model and nude stage performer was now going to show his academic skill. The most nervous person around was Bill. Today he really felt like a caring dad.
Colin went up to the highest stone and pointed. "What you read here is what the artist wants us to believe, or what the person who ordered the stone wants us to believe. Some like to believe that the runes are holy symbols, but for me it is mainly an early writing system. The runic alphabet is connected with earlier alphabets in the Mediterranean area...very useful for carving both in stone and wood. Don't think that runes are only used for memorials like this. Some of you will remember that we looked at the runes in Shetland last year, and you will also remember that I translated all the texts inside a house for you. The texts very similar to what you might read, or perhaps even write, on public toilet doors home in the university." Colin's words were met by laughter and that helped him to relax.
"Let me be serious, because these are memorial stones." Colin pointed at a group of runes. "King Haraldr ordered this monument in memory of Gormr - his father Ð and ThyrvŽ Ð his mother.." He paused and looked at his professor. "He used his parents to tell that he himself Ð King Haraldr - had conquered Denmark and Norway Ð and made the Danes Christian!"
Colin looked at his professor again. "Is this the truth or is it what King Harald Bluetooth wanted us to believe, professor?"
"A mixture of both, I guess. We have a lot to study over the winter! Will you try to read the text in Old Norse, Colin? You are far better than me." Professor Thomsen was very satisfied with his young student.
"I will, sir. Just separate and have a look at the runes, all of you. The professor has some copies of the runes and translations." Colin handed papers to his fellow students. "The spoken language in our time which is closest to Old Norse is the language spoken in Iceland."
"Oh, he is so sexy!" Brian whispered in Bill's ear.
"The professorÉ?" Bill asked, a bit surprised at the comment in the middle of the lecture.
"No, ColinÉ" Brian said, followed by a silent moan. Bill just rolled his eyes.
There was laughter and fun when twenty students tried to translate the text. After a while Colin called the group back to order.
"Please remember that people from this area crossed the North Sea and settled in parts of England. People in one third of England may have heard Old Norse daily. And, as you know, Vikings from Norway brought Old Norse to Scotland and Ireland. Out in your islands..." Colin pointed at young Brian "they used Old Norse for four hundred years after this stone was carved, and still we use some Old Norse words in our language today." Colin had reached his favourite subject now, but he knew his job, and went back to the text.
"Haraldr konungr bao gorva kumbl pausi aft Gorm faour sinn auk aft Porv' moour s'na. Sa Haraldr es ser vann Danmork alla auk Norveg auk dani gaeroi kristna." Colin read twice.
"And you wanted me to translate, Sir?" Colin looked at Professor Thomsen. "Well, it must be something like: `King Haraldr ordered this monument made in memory of Gormr, his father, and in memory of ThyrvŽ, his mother; that Haraldr who won for himself all of Denmark and Norway and made the Danes Christian." Colin was loud and clear.
"Thank you, Colin. Well done!" Professor Thomsen smiled. "We should give him a hand, eh? And then we will be served a huge Danish breakfast, or if you prefer - lunch!" The applause that followed was cordial.
"Harder, Dad! Deeper, please, go deeper!" Colin shouted. Bill was fucking him doggy-style in the room he had rented for the night. The host had given him the room just after lunch, and Colin was happy for this rest break.
"Turn around, son. I want to see your face. I want to kiss you. I want to bite your lips, and I want to hurt your nipples!" Bill lifted Colin from the bed and turned him over with a cushion underneath his hips. Colin folded his legs around his dad's neck. Bill mounted him again, careful and wild at the same time. He bottomed him and then pulled out. Again he bottomed in him! Each time Colin whined. Bill was wild now. It had been a long time since Bill had fucked his son so hard.
"I'mÉI'mÉ" Colin shouted.
"Don't you dare cum, son!" Bill withdrew his cock. With two fingers he pressed on the underside of Colin's cockhead and pinched his balls. Colin squealed like a pig. "Please me now, kid! Show your profession!" Bill collected the clear juice that dripped from Colin's piss-slit. Shortly afterwards he mounted the boy again.
Colin tried to relax. He thought about inscriptions and kings and his studies, but nothing really helped. He was approaching a climax again, but the sounds from Bill were promising too. Colin used his arse muscles. No possible return now. Without a word this time, Colin just opened his mouth in a silent cry. He twisted his legs around Bill's neck and jerked his young body. The first shot hit his face, the rest his upper body. At the same time Bill withdrew and placed his huge cock next to Colin's pumping balls. Simultaneously they emptied their bodies Ð young and old spunk covered Colin's head and body. Without hesitation, Bill knelt and licked the dripping spunk. He fed his son using his own lips and tongue, again and again, until the body was cleansed.
The pair Ð son and daddy Ð nearly fainted side by side on the narrow bed.
"Thank you, Daddy. That was just what I needed," Colin whispered.
"Me too!" Bill put an arm around Colin. "Me too!"
"Still an hour before we have to be online," Colin said. "The subject is the burial mound with a local guide. I'm not responsible," the boy told himself. His dad was sound asleep. He had taken care of his son after a hot night with the Scottish redhead, who had fucked him like a teenage receiver.
The afternoon had been very interesting and the elderly local chap had been both spiritual and serious. Colin had wished that his Norwegian `piss-brother' Olav, who studied archaeology in Bergen, had been present just as he was in Shetland the previous year. He would have asked relevant questions.
Colin had Skyped with Olav just after the afternoon event. He'd hardly been online with him since he had told Colin about his love affair with his room-mate and made Colin really jealous. Now Olav was back to his normal joking and spiritual behaviour. He had even taken the cam into the bathroom and the two lads had crossed-pissed virtually to renew their `piss-brother' relationship.
Now Colin and some of his fellow students sat in the local guesthouse after an excellent Danish dinner, supplemented with beer and some Danish shots. Both Bill and the professor were present too, and the guesthouse was almost filled up with both locals and tourists when a group of youngsters arrived with guitars and drums. The students were to sleep in Viking tents the coming night, so the partying was welcomed.
Colin was in a great mood too. He had had his afternoon play with Bill, and he had cross-pissed with his Norwegian brother'. But as always he had his gaydar' turned on. The man behind the bar was a hot blond. The waiter had given them excellent service and he had been easy to charm.
The dancing had started when Colin noticed a guy dressed in black leather arriving. He placed a bike helmet and a pair of huge gloves on the front desk, gone up to the bar and ordered a beer. Colin's radar gave a signal. Even in the poorly-lit room he thought there was something special about the young man that had just arrived. Colin excused himself and headed for the toilet. He passed the guy from behind, and he heard the lad ask the barman something in Danish. The man answered by nodding in the direction of the student group's tables.
Colin did what was necessary in the toilet and went back to the pulsating restaurant. The lad had turned his back to the bar, and now his eyes met Colin's. His face changed to one huge grin.
"Peder!" Colin almost shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm driving my new bike and I justÉ" The lad was lost for words and he blushed.
"And you just happened to end up 100 km from Esbjerg!" Colin grinned. "Hoping for another date, eh?" Then he blushed as he realised that young Peder could be looking for somebody else.
"I know I'm stupid, but you told me where you were going today and Jelling is just a small placeÉ and I heard the musicÉ and okay I hoped É I mean maybeÉ what if you were hereÉ and what if youÉI thoughtÉI hopedÉ well.. Damn!" Peder swallowed and the beer made himself cough.
"Please drink your beer, sailor. I'll find my jacket. It's rather cold outside, isn't it? You are inviting me for a ride, aren't you?" Colin headed for his table to find his leather jacket. He also looked for his dad because he knew they had an appointment for the night. Bill was in the middle of a group by the bar discussing something, laughing and drinking. Colin decided not to disturb him.
Brian was just back from dancing. "Please tell Dad I met a friend, Brian. Tell him I'll send him a text message!" Colin hurried back to Peder who was waiting by the door. Just outside, Colin, hot from the Danish schnapps, found Peder's neck with both hands and kissed him deep and wet. "My first date by bike, sailor!" Colin felt a bit cold in the evening breeze.
"You have a place, Colin? A place whereÉ" Peder stopped again.
"A place where you can fuck the brains out of me, sailor." Colin grinned. "That's what you want, isn't it? Horny guy!" It wasn't easy for Colin to find the lad's bulge through the thick leather, but Peder moaned at the direct touch.
"I have a bed in a tent, and I know my dad has a room, but we can'tÉ I think I know a place, but we have to travel a bit. Okay?" Colin went up to the huge shining bike. Peder handed him the spare helmet and a woollen scarf from his box. Minutes later the bike hurried out of town centre. Colin put both arms around Peder's body and felt both horny and happy.
"First right, then second left!" Colin was as close to Peder's head as the helmets allowed. "Stop in front of the back door. I hope it's unlocked."
The bike had stopped outside a huge outdoor arena. Colin had been there that afternoon helping to put away some equipment. The door was not locked. Peder locked up his bike with trembling hands before he followed Colin inside. Colin opened another door, and found the entrance to an actor's changing room. He stopped in the middle of the room and was soon in the seaman's arms.
"You are crazy, Peder. Driving all that way just for me. You'll stay overnight, eh?" Colin had started to undress Peder from the heavy biking gear. The lad had to sit down on a bench and was helped to get rid of his heavy boots.
"No, sorry - I only have a couple of hours. We leave with fishing tourists tomorrow morning." Peder started to remove his t-shirt and leather jeans. Without clothes, he looked so pale and tender, not a tough sailor. With trembling hands, he helped Colin to undress. The teenage student was soon wearing only his red tiny jock.
"You are so damn hot, Colin, and you dress like a model." Peder's hands caressed Colin's body. His American-style boxers tented even though he from time to time tried to cover his stiff cock with one hand.
"Please let me, Peder love!" Colin found the youngster's underwear and tugged it down. A pale, thin but very long cock pointed upwards. As he had done the day before, Colin gazed at the long foreskin. He knelt. This time he sucked the skin and bit it, not hard but hard enough to make the lad whine. With one hand and with his lips, Colin opened the foreskin and pushed it all behind the wet dick-head. Again Peder moaned. The glans was tender like a young lad's. Colin was afraid Peder would cum in his mouth again.
"Let's take it easy, boy. We have some hours, haven't we? Show me your skill with your hot lips, please!" Colin pushed the youngster down with hands on both shoulders before he turned himself around and bent over the bench. He spread his legs. The open thong was without a rear and his buttocks were lifted by the side-ribbons. "Suck me now, lick me open. Prepare my pussy and see if I'm tighter than the sluts you fuck in the harbour, sailor!"
Peder hesitated as if he wasn't sure how to go on. "Go on, kid. I'm sure I taste better than an old cunt!" Colin spread his buttocks with two hands. Peder was transformed when he dived into Colin's hairless arse. Very soon he peeled off Colin's thong and licked him from the round balls up to his neck. He forced his tongue into Colin's boy-cunt and the Scottish student cried with joy at the sudden rough treatment.
"You're a damn good sucker, Peder. Please do my little one too." Colin turned around and gave Peder his dripping cock. Now without hesitating Peder went in action. Colin almost yelled at the treatment from this cocksucker. He had done this before, no doubt.
"Great, my friend. I'm ready for your cock. Not used to fucking guys, are you Peder? Don't the guys let you? Just cocksucking, eh?" Colin asked the blushing youngster who did not answer.
"If your skipper had been here, he would have fucked me without asking. He would mastered me, I'm sure, and honestly I like to be mastered, but with a boy like you Peder, let us be equal. I want to make love to you, just not let you fuck me like a hole in your mattress." Colin used both hands to caress the youngster's body Ð his tits, his hips, and his balls before he again ended up playing with the young cock. "But honestly Peder, my cock is not built for your arse, but I have other skills!" He grinned. "I will show you!"
"Do the guys play with you after you have blown them, love, or do they leave you to finish yourself off?" Colin used two fingers to test the lad's nipples. They erected with some gasps from the youngster.
"Only the skipper cares for me, Colin. The others don't care, and some call me dirty names after I've done them. Some even spit on me!" The youngster shivered at Colin's touch.
"I wish we had some cream!" Colin said. "Your cock is perfect for my boy-cunt, but I want both of us to be happy. It's not often I'm dated like this, Peder. Many older guys fuck me, and I love it, but I can't say they date me. I love you for it!" Colin put his arms around the lad's naked neck and the two met in a deep, long-lasting kiss, tongue meeting tongue and teeth biting lips. "The sucker was an excellent kisser too!" Colin told his Dad later that night when Bill filled his love-tunnel with a cock double the size of Peder's.
"The skipper gave me this!" Peder found a small box in his leather jeans.
Colin opened the box, and sniffed. "The sailor way!" he said. "Can be used to grease up any tool, and even a tight cunt! You do mine, eh?" Colin turned to the bench again and spread his legs. "You don't need to be careful. Give me your fingers, sailor!"
Peder took instructions from the Scottish expert. Soon he had three greasy fingers deep inside Colin's boy-cunt. The situation made Colin hornier than ever. He was to be fucked by a lad that probably hadn't fucked another guy, a lad who had come through the night on his motorbike to look for someone he just had met the day before. Colin dripped pre-cum from the finger-fuck and now he caught some on his own fingers, turned around and let Peder lick. The youngster did everything he was told.
"Let me grease up your cock, make it a real fucking tool!" Colin warmed the clear cream in his hands and then started to oil the thin super-erection. He played with Peder's balls, he greased the shaft and like a trained nurse he took care of the rather tight foreskin and forced it back until tears were seen in the lad's eyes. With one finger he oiled the cockhead, all around the glans, before he ended by squeezing the head with two fingers from one hand while working the young piss-slit with another oily finger.
"ArrghÉarrgh!" Peder's body shivered. "I can'tÉ no.. Damn!" The lad shot his young load all over Colin's front. Spurt after spurt of white boy-milk hit Colin's body, arms and hands. The boy looked all but happy. Colin smiled.
"You lasted longer than last night, my friend. Good eh? Hot shot man!" Colin comforted Peder. "Now we are ready for the real fuck, aren't we? Don't you worry. I can make this beauty stay hard even if he has spat his first load. Don't stress if you soften a bit. It's my job to get it back to `working height'!" Colin smiled. "But I want to see you all the time, and I want you to play with all of my body Ð I said all of my body! Okay? I'll boss you a bit now, but you are the man to make me cum, understand?" Peder smiled and nodded. His cock was already growing stiff again in Colin's hands.
"Collect the spunk now. Use it to add the grease on your cock and my cunt, and give me some to eat!" Colin let the lad work. Then he lay down on the bench, and lifted and spread his own legs. "Place the old blanket under my hips and pull me to the end of the bench, please." Colin let Peder help him and soon he was able to place his legs on his young lover's shoulders.
"Now fuck me, Peder. Forget about all the porn you have seen and forget about all your wanking. Just fuck me, do me good, and I will do my best to let you cum again." Colin opened for the virgin that was about to put his cock into another guy for the first time. The size of the cock was no problem for Colin, and the long cock was now stiff as an arrow. The curvature fitted him perfectly and the cockhead rubbed his prostate-knot on the way to the bottom. Colin screamed with pleasure.
"Sorry, Colin. Did I hurt you?" Peder was about to withdraw.
"No, no. It felt great, great!" Colin dripped pre-cum. "Eat my juice love, and lick my nipples. You may bite them too, please...but stay inside. And give me your tongue, please." The two kissed again. "A bit deeper! A bit, yes, yes, you are damn hard!" Colin lifted his hips to meet the youngster's cock.
"Now fuck me Peder, be hard on me. And be soft if you feel for it, my Danish date! You are good, good!" Colin moaned and he managed to forget time and place.
"Harder, please. You boss me now Peder! Be the Viking, show me, show me!" Colin knew he would soon reach the edge but he wanted to give the lad another orgasm too. He tried squeezing with his arse muscles. Peder wasn't big enough.
"Peder, love. Stop for a while. Just there, there yes. Now move your cock around inside me...rotate please...please!" Again Colin used his muscles. This time there was no return, and not for the young Dane either. He filled Colin with his Viking seed, while Colin fought against cumming. He was so close...so close. Peder managed to keep going.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Yeah, take it, damn, take it!" Colin shot his spunk hands-free all over his own upper body, his face and his mouth. Without any instruction, Peder licked the wilting cock and he gave Colin his own. Then he very carefully covered Colin's body with his own. The two young bodies met in a glowing hug, and a soft and tender kiss.
There was still some music in the local restaurant when Peder and Colin stopped outside. "You care for a light beer?" Colin asked.
"I'd better stay sober. It's a dark night and a long journey back to Esbjerg." Peder put another arm around Colin. "If you everÉ" He was not good at farewells and neither was Colin.
"The skipper has my email address." Colin jumped off. "Drive safe. I loved the date, pal!" Colin gave him a high-five. The huge bike started with a spinning wheel. Soon Peder was gone in the dark night. With warm cheeks and wet butt, Colin went inside. Suddenly he remembered. He should have sent a message to his dad.
"Seems like I haven't been missed!" Colin thought. Bill was in the middle of the dance floor with a lot of youngsters around him.
Colin went up to the bar for a beer. He sat down and watched the combination of youngsters and grown-ups on the dance floor. He was not in the mood for dancing and a bit absentminded. He saw that his dad was back inside the room after a visit to the toilet. Instead of talking to Colin, Bill went to the student group and sat down. The young man felt that something was wrong.
Half an hour later the group ended their night out. Professor Thomsen followed the students to the Viking tent area for the night, while Bill and Colin found a path to the hostel where Bill had rented a room.
Normally the two would have been chatting and joking after an evening in a bar but both of them were rather quiet. "I'm sorry I didn't send you a message, Dad." Colin broke the silence.
"I guessed you were too occupied, son." Bill's answer was not emotional. "But I wasn't happy when you left with a stranger."
"But Dad, it was Peder, the lad from the boat!" Colin was a bit annoyed.
"Aye, I remembered who he was eventually. Got your fuck then?" Bill wasn't very talkative. He opened the door to the room. "Are you going to leave for the tent, or will you stay?"
"Daddy, please. We have a deal, haven't we? I'm staying with you!" Colin saw that Bill was upset and he knew that he had been careless driving off with Peder and forgetting to send a message.
Bill did not comment. He just went into the room and started to undress. Colin looked at him and searched for his eyes. He saw a man a bit frustrated. Colin didn't like that; he wanted the situation improved. In a hurry he stripped off all of his clothes. Naked he went up to the bed with its old-fashioned headboard. He gripped the headboard with both hands, spread his legs and bowed the head. His round butt was shining in the sparse light.
"Punish me, Dad, and forgive me my selfishness!" Colin was very serious. His voice was clear.
Bill, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, went up to his `son' and let his open hand follow Colin's back and butt. He was far from upset, more sorry. His fingers stopped outside the boy-cunt. "What did you use tonight, son? Butter orÉ?" He played with the crack.
"Peder brought machine-grease from the ship," Colin whispered. "From the skipper," he continued.
"Quite a date, son! Quite a date! Guess you need reminded that you are not alone in the world, Colin. I care for you very much, you know. You don't have to behave like you're fourteen." Bill's voice had a serious sound when he looked for his trousers and pulled out the leather belt. He folded the belt in his hands, but hesitated.
"I forgive you Colin, but maybe it's good to underline that you need to take care. The world can be tough if you don't!" The first whip hit the waiting globes. Not a sound from Colin, but the stroke was hard. The second stroke hit a bit lower. Colin screamed now.
Bill went closer to the lad and used an open hand to check the round globes. "Give me more, Dad! Don't be a softie!" Colin turned his head to his dad. His eyes were filled with tears.
"This is not a game, love. Remember why I'm spanking you!" The third stroke made a red stripe across the first. Colin whimpered. He was ashamed. At the same time, he felt that the heat from his buttocks spread through his whole body and made him super-horny. His little cock was dripping hard, and in a way he waited for the next whip with some sort of pleasure. The fourth stroke hit the top of the buttocks. The boy's knees trembled. Bill was not happy. He rolled up the belt and threw it in the corner.
"Enough, love! Forgive me." Bill caressed the red butt, spat in his hands and used it try and comfort the youngster. "Come here!" Bill sat down on the bedside and folded his arms around the youngster. Colin's super-erection wet Bill's body-hair with pre-cum. "I'll find our special African cream," Bill whispered.
"Wait Dad, please. Fuck me now while I'm heated!" Colin begged.
"But didn't PederÉ?" Bill grinned.
"Aye, and he was sweet Dad, he fucked me like an angel. His long tool was a nice foreplay, but I wait for the main course. Please give me your cock, Dad Ð hard and brutal!"
Bill hadn't been hard through the punishment, but the sight of a begging Colin made a tent in his boxers. Young Colin knelt in front of him and teased the huge erection with his teeth and mouth. Very soon he stripped his daddy and lover, and sucked him with great skill.
"Wait darling, let me find some lube!" Bill found a tube of jelly and oiled his 24 cm (9.5 inch) very thick cock. He did not add more jelly to Colin's boy-cunt. The youngster was prepared by the skipper's grease and Peder's spunk. Bill forced Colin back to a low doggy and placed his glistening cockhead just outside the pink entrance. The buttocks were red and sore, but there was no broken skin. A combination of Colin pushing backwards and Bill's forward action let the man-dick enter the boy. There was a howl and Bill bottomed his son with one very direct movement. This time he gave Colin no rest, a fast withdrawal and another fast bottoming...the same repeated again and again. Colin tried to raise his upper body a bit to stop the tough action, but Bill forced his shoulders and head down into the mattress.
After 15 minutes of hard action, Bill relaxed a bit and let Colin take a break. The man, soon to turn sixty, was sweating like an athlete and both his neck and face were red with excitement. "Ride me now, son! Use me for your pleasure!" Bill withdrew and lifted Colin on top of him. Colin landed and found Bill's mouth and warm body. With a young athlete's skill, he opened his love-tunnel again and lowered his body down on the greasy wet spear. Now the young fucker was the boss. Bill squeezed Colin's nipples and he played with his wet cock. Colin was close to the edge. The huge cock filled him as many times before and neither of them had to pretend. Colin was the first to shout out his cumming' warning and Bill, who had waited and waited, came like a geyser inside his son' when Colin's muscles forced white boy-milk out of the tiny, but very hard shooter. The spunk spread all over his dad's hairy upper body, his chin and even into his open mouth.
Lying beside each other, trying to get down from another sexual high, Bill used his fingers to collect his own jizz from Colin's dripping hole. "The best cream for repair," Bill whispered. He used the man-milk to cool the very red stripes.
"Nice to be here again!" Bill and Colin shared a small table in the very Danish restaurant beside the well-lit pond in the Tivoli Gardens, in the middle of the Danish capital, Copenhagen.
"And nice to have some hours alone, Dad. Been a tough schedule the last two days. The professor has really done his job!" Colin tried not to speak with a mouth full of Danish `hakke-boef' Ð open burger with yellow onions, parsley potatoes and pickled beets.
"What did you think about the Viking ships in Roskilde then? You seemed a bit disappointed," Bill asked.
"A very good exhibition; they really tell how the ships were built. But honestly Ð when you have seen the Viking ships in Oslo Ð when you have been close to a real ship similar to the one that probably sailed the Vikings across the Atlantic 600 years ahead of that Columbus guyÉ" Colin was talking with his face, hands and arms, not only his voice.
"Better calm down, love. People are having their supper around us." Bill smiled.
"Sorry, Dad. The group were more interested in yesterday's pop concert in the great Roskilde arena, and of course the girls just waited to see all the nude guys in the `naked run'! Well, there were some naked girls were around too." Colin emptied his huge dinner plate.
"Why didn't you sign up for the run Ð the only one which really used to be naked in public?" Bill asked. For the second time Bill checked his watch.
"With a butt red-painted from the night before? I don't think so." Colin found the dessert menu.
"Spoilsport, Colin! You were in the changing room with those guys from the rock group, weren't you? How many did you suck?" Bill teased. Again he looked at his watch.
"Are we waiting for somebody, Dad?" Colin knew that his dad, in a teasing mode, would go on forever.
"Yes, love. I have an appointment...and here they are coming now!" Bill waived to a man his own age, walking in front of a handsome youngster, who was entering the terrace.
"John!" Colin hurried up and hugged the man tight. "And Victor, cool, cool!" Colin and the young boy had a very close hug Ð chin meeting chin. "Why didn't you tell me, Dad?"
"Wasn't sure we would have some spare time today, but I'm really happy they are here!" Bill hugged the two as well.
"My first real drive through the city centre!" Victor was very excited. "Just got my licence yesterday."
"And his 18th birthday the day before!" John was proud of his youngest son.
"So now I'm ready for a beer or two!" John sat down. "But I have something to show you at home, Colin, so we drive back to our house soon. That's the plan anyway. Okay, Bill?" Bill nodded with an arm around Victor.
"Congratulations, young man! And all your sons are adults now, John. Feeling old, eh?" Bill grinned.
"Well, they still seem to need money from time to time - all five of them - so I'd better stay in shape!" John sat down at the table. "Victor is still a kid, Colin. He hoped you would go on the roller coaster with him."
"Cool! I'd love that. My old man is not into that kind of thing." Colin pinched his dad. "Take another beer with John, Daddy. We'll manage!" He took Victor's hand and they hurried up some stairs, almost knocking aside two old ladies.
"Adults yes, but still kids at heart both of them, I think!" John put an arm around Bill. "You still happy with your young lover, Bill."
"Aye, he's great, and still with a sexual appetite like when he was fifteen. What about your sons? They stay at home orÉ?" Bill had been in bed with the oldest ones, Ib and Daniel when they modelled with Colin in Milan, and he had met the twins, Eric and Svend, when Colin modelled for John last year.
"They stay with me and they stay with their mother. School and modelling and too many parties! Skaal!" John lifted his glass.
"And they still model for you Ð all of them?" Bill was curious. "Still fully nude, I hope!"
"I have some good ones to show you, and my prints sell okay, so I'm able to experiment with some tougher pictures. I've built a dungeon studio. I'll show you!" John emptied the first pint.
"I always get a hard-on when I ride this old bumping roller coaster!" Colin screamed and found Victor's hand.
The Danish boy found Colin's hard bulge. "Me too!" Victor answered and Colin searched his crotch in return.
In the baggy shorts, Colin felt the youngster's huge cock. "You are still growing, stallion?" Colin had been impressed last year. The youngest of the five lads had a real cock, 25 cm (just over 9.5 inches) long, but thin like a snake.
"Not longer, but heavier. Guess the girls think it's big enough?" Victor screamed and joked.
"And the guys?" Colin squeezed the hard cock.
"You bottom guys never get them big enough, do you?" Victor let Colin get full access. They started on the fifth round out of six. Some minutes later the two tried to cover up and behave in the return queue.
"We'll find a toilet for some quick relief, eh?" Colin found Victor's hand again.
"Papa would kill me if I made you cum, Colin. I'm sure he has some plans! We had better find the old ones." Victor found a shortcut across the pond.
"Wow, I've never seen anything like this!" Colin had to sit down inside John's studio. One wall was covered with king-size portraits Ð all of them portraits of himself in different stages of a heavy orgasm. On another wall were smaller pictures, double and triple pictures, showing faces, cum-drenched bodies and spitting cocks. Again, all the pictures showed Colin from last year.
"Papa has been working all day to show you this!" Victor was proud. "I'm sorry that he took down all my new model pictures from the dungeon, but that's just fake, not real stuff like this."
"Colin dear, I have asked Bill to help me with a new set of pictures. I hope you will say yes!" John sat down beside Colin. "I want Bill to fuck you here on this sofa while I take new photos. No porn. No pictures of your dad, just your face, your spitting dick, your drenched body, your hands and your feet during a real orgasm Ð not a wank Ð a real love session. You think you can manage that?"
Colin looked at Bill with a smile. "The hottest job I've ever been asked to do! You ready, Daddy?"
"I will use cameras and recorders and Victor will be my lighting man," John explained.
"I have one condition. I want all of you naked, not just me, okay? Let me start by undressing you, John." Colin stood up and unbuttoned John's shirt. With a grin, Bill started to strip young Victor.
"I have wanted to see your naked Viking body since I saw you in Tivoli today. You look like a real hunk, sir, and I am pleased to model for you again." Colin tugged John's curly body hair before he opened more buttons and stripped the man from his shirt. John did not protest. John displayed a well-trained, hard and muscular body. Colin could not but place his face close to the man's body. He smelled like a real man. Colin's cock was pumping and dripping inside his tight thong and when he pressed his hips forward John did not move back.
Victor shivered when he undressed Bill, and he blushed when he was asked to oil his cock. From time to time he gave his own erection small jerks. "Stop wanking son, or I will send you to the dungeon! Steady with the lighting." John was in command.
"Now Bill, pretend Victor and I are not here. Take your time, make love to your young lover. Fuck him the way you both want. Give him the orgasm he longs for. And Colin Ð don't tell me when you cum Ð I know when a boy-body is about to reach heaven!"
Bill and Colin made love on the sofa in front of the cameras for the next twenty minutes, and Colin sent his boy-milk all over his body. John shot the open mouth, the wild look, the stretched neck, and then the relaxed face when the sperm had left the pumping balls.
Bill continued to fuck Colin, but suddenly he bent down and kissed him, before he, with a roar, filled Colin's love tunnel with man-milk.
"Victor, clean me please!" Colin said. "And let me feel your snake."
Victor was easy to ask. With lips and tongue he ate Colin's jizz Ð all of it. Bill got up from the sofa and, with his strong arms, he took hold of the boy and placed him in his own recent position. Victor did not hesitate. The long thin spear met Bill's spunk. He docked his young friend in one thrust.
"John, please. You wanted to show me your dungeon. Let the youngsters have some time alone, eh?" He turned off the camera lights and followed John across the room.
Half an hour later Victor opened the door to the darker room. "Colin would like to see you, Papa! I can show you some of the tools, sir." Victor took hold of Bill's arm.
John's orgasm was heard across the studio, and this time Colin shouted his normal `I'm cumming!'... but this time only the security cam followed the action in the Danish studio.
To be continued.
Perhaps some of our readers are curious about Colin's first visit to John's studio. If so, go to `Colin's New Adventures' chapter 69.
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