Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
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.
We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com
Bill
COLIN -- STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 21 (Mr Granville/Asgeir)
The view across the North Sea, or the Western Ocean as the Danes call it, was fantastic. No clouds, and no wind today, the sea was like a mirror -- very different from when they crossed it by boat in the opposite direction. The plane from Denmark to Scotland followed a very direct route, and Colin and Bill could follow the ships and the oil installations from above. Colin was happy. The flight was smooth but still he found Bill's hand whenever the plane made some sudden movements.
"Happy with the trip, Colin? Something to assist your future studies?" Bill was trying to make Colin relax.
"Aye, very happy. I know that my focus still will remain the Scottish-Norwegian connections and there's a lot still to be done. You know what impressed me most in Denmark, Dad?" Colin looked at Bill who shook his head.
"The Bronze Lures in the National Museum -- three thousand years old. It was a sort of revelation for me. Look down, Dad. We'll soon pass Lindisfarne Island, attacked by the Vikings in 793." Colin pointed and lectured. "They say that the Viking Age in history starts in that year, but that can't be correct. The people that produced those Bronze Lures were of course a travelling people. I'm sure that there must have been connections between the countries around this sea much, much earlier. I want this to be my special project. I hope Olav in Bergen will be interested too!" Collin grinned. "The piss-brothers' project!" he laughed.
The plane began to lose height as they were soon to land at Edinburgh airport. Colin found Bill's hand. The young scientist was just a nervous lad again.
"How is it to be part of a student group again?" Colin asked his `father' while waiting for their luggage to arrive. Twenty young students acted like rabbits around them as Bill collected them together before passing through Customs. Soon they would be on the bus home to Glasgow where he could relax.
"I feel old, Colin, damn old!" The seldom-swearing man stuck out his arms.
"You are hot as ever, Daddy. I saw you as an Adonis in the middle of the dancing floor and Brian..." Colin whispered ..."told me you were a real stallion in bed!"
"Poor Brian. He hasn't had much to compare with, I'm afraid. Remember to invite him for a weekend at home with us. We could teach him something, don't you think professor?" Bill squeezed one of Colin's buttocks.
Colin kissed his dad goodbye at Buchanan Bus Station. Bill was to take the last bus home to his town. Colin needed some fresh air after an intense day and a long journey so he lifted his backpack and decided to walk back to his apartment. It was almost midnight when he reached the apartment not far from the main university gate. The house was dark, but when he opened the door he understood that Kenny wasn't asleep, or alone. There were some activity going on inside. Colin grinned and hurried to the bathroom. He needed a piss and a quick shower.
Minutes later, just partly covered with a towel, he entered their combined bedroom and study. The smell of sweat and sex was familiar. Colin was happy to be home. Two guys shared the bed, and a naked red-top was sitting in a chair scratching his balls.
"I thought you would be alone crying and waiting for my pussy!" Colin stopped in front of a naked and very erect Kenny.
"I did wait. I've been alone nearly all week. The chick has gone off with her mother...don't know where. Didn't know if you coming home tonight, Kiddo!" Kenny had an arm around a fellow student who tried to cover up his hard-on.
"Good that you could help him empty his balls then, Logan. And you have a live-show just in front of you, Mason. Why don't you participate? We have had three in that bed before, remember?" Colin dried his hair. His three fellow students could see a very horny boy. The small dick they all knew was telling the story.
"I was looking for my roomy to tell him that the girls had left, and found him riding the stallion here. And you know me, Colin. I'm very polite so I didn't want to disturb them." Mason, the rugby guy, laughed. "But it's warm here, so... well.. you see...I stripped off... and listening to Logan whining like a schoolgirl made me very hot!" Mason gave his own dick some jerks. There was a huge contrast between Kenny's 25 cm (10 inches) cut spear now standing upwards, and Mason's 10 cm (4 inches) partly covered by a red bush.
"Let them finish, Mason. Close your eyes and think of your chick and her sister. You fuck both of them, you have told us!" Colin threw away the towel and knelt between Mason's spread legs. Mason was not the only rugby guy that loved to be sucked off, and Colin was fond of the short but very thick tool that filled his mouth perfectly.
With two fingers Colin tried to measure the girth. He could not. He squeezed. The mushroom went purple and Colin used his tongue on the piss-slit and all around the rim. Mason moaned at the rough treatment. "You are the queen of blowjobs, baby!" Mason placed both his hands on Colin's head and forced him against the bush and the balls. The cock was not longer than Colin's own, but the size made it very lick-able.
"I'm a queen, yes, and The Queen needs a cock inside very soon." Colin went on jerking Mason with his lips. The noise from the bed told them that something was happening. Logan hadn't said a word since Colin arrived. Now he let Kenny fuck him from below, and fuck him with full energy. Kenny lifted Logan with his hips like doing sit-ups. The boy on the top could not wait. His white shots hit Kenny's muscled body while Kenny's roar filled the room.
The action in bed must have triggered Mason who opened his eyes. "Cool shooting, Buddy. Kenny doesn't say no to a hole, does he?" Mason gripped Colin's head and let the pumping stick stay inside. The hanging balls contracted, and shots hit Colin's palate. Without breathing, and with eyes filled with tears, Colin managed to swallow the macho-guy's huge load. Seconds later, Mason withdrew and watched how Kenny lifted Logan from his slimy cock. His own spunk dripped from the naked cockhead down to the root. Colin was horny and a bit irritated. Kenny was his fuck-buddy. Now he climbed onto the bed and placed his body against Kenny's.
"Take me now, stallion. Give me a real homecoming." Colin used both hands to open his arse. Kenny's own spunk had to do as lubrication.
"But I've just..." Kenny tried.
"Don't tell me that you can't do two rounds, rugby master! You ready for the bench, eh?" Colin teased and opened his boy-cunt for his straight buddy.
"I'll give you bench, Kiddo! You are very bossy now, just wait!" He rammed his cock deep inside Colin in a single thrust. This was the tough Kenny that Colin loved; different from the half way-sleeping guy who wanted to be sucked for hours by his roomy.
Colin did not notice when Mason and Logan left. He was first of all working for his own pleasure; then he did what he could to please the athlete he had missed during the last week. The normally fast-cumming Kenny was soon in full action. During the next twenty minutes he gave Colin two hands-free spunkings before he forced him around and sent his straight milk into Colin's open mouth.
"Professor Lumeau was here yesterday," Kenny said as he lifted his arms and let Colin wash his hairy armpits. The shower cubicle was a bit small for the two of them, but Kenny loved the special service from his buddy, and Colin was easy to ask.
"Room service?" Colin asked. "Didn't know you had started learning French! But I guess he was looking for a stallion!" Colin washed Kenny's cut cock with great skill. The 25 cm (10 inch) spear was on full pole once again.
"If you go on like that we'll never make the first lectures!" Kenny turned on the cold water. "He was looking for you, Kiddo. He brought a packet. It's on the desk...books I think."
"Yes, I know. It is probably some art books for the boss at Brickwall Mansion -- think they know each other. Oriental porn, I guess!" Colin howled and hurried out from the cold shower.
"Just an excuse to see you in private, Colin. A new admirer, I guess. What is it with you small-cocked boys that make these dirty men walk around wetting their knickers?" Kenny squeezed Colin's for once soft equipment.
"This!" Colin turned around and spanked his bubble-butt. Bill's belting the other day was not visible. A hard double spank from Kenny made a pink imprint. Colin giggled and hurried into a new morning and a new week.
Sitting on the train bound for a weekend at home with Bill, Colin found himself thinking of Christian. "He is very handsome but I know nothing about him except that he owns that mansion near Paris. I must see if I can find out more on the `net," he said to himself. Colin pulled out his phone and searched online. He discovered that Christian had been a very successful actor, appearing in many French movies and tv shows from his mid-teens until his early forties. Then he seemed to disappear from public life. "Strange," thought Colin. He decided to send an email to the Frenchman.
"Dear Christian, I hope you are well. I have been busy with my studies in recent weeks and I'm sorry for not writing sooner. I was very pleased to meet you properly during my stay in your lovely home. It was kind of you to offer me accommodation on future visits to Paris and I definitely want to meet you again. The home I share with Bill is very modest but you really are welcome to visit. Bill is a wonderful cook and we will take good care of you. I think you might enjoy seeing the part of Scotland where we live. You would of course see more of me. I tend not to wear a lot of clothes when I'm relaxing at home! I remember you telling me when we first met that you'd like to fuck me. I think I'd enjoy that. :-) And if you enjoy SM activities we have our own `dungeon' to play in. I'm sure Bill would be happy to act as your assistant. I know I would enjoy having you tease and torment my body prior to sex. I have discovered that you used to be an actor. I'm far from fluent in French but I will try to find some of your movies to watch. Why did you give up acting? Love and best wishes, Colin"
Colin shut his phone down and looked out of window. The train was approaching his stop and he was very happy to be back home. Hungry as a wolf, he longed for Bill's care.
"To be home with you is the very best, Dad. You spoil me, you know. Great meals, taking care of my dirty laundry, serving me the best dick ever!" Colin found Bill's arms while he placed one hand on his Daddy's half-hard weapon.
Bill had just given his son a heavy orgasm, and let the boy drench him with boy-milk after a long love session this Saturday evening.
"You may try son, but that tool is not made for multiple fucking. You should know that by now. If you need a pole that goes on and on, you must stay with Kenny, and not this oldie of yours!" Bill used his hands to play with Colin's nipples. The youngster's cock was still hard as iron, and he was still excited.
"Don't compare yourself with Kenny, Dad. You make love to me -- the best in the world! Kenny is fucking me, yes, but I know that in his brain and in his balls, there is always a thought of his loving girlfriend. I don't have her pussy, Daddy." Colin grinned.
"Thank God for that, son! Your pussy, as you call it, is better than any girl's'!" Bill let his hand follow the front of the young body, playing with his balls and small stiffy. "I can call Bruce. He's a night guy, and Johnnyboy is working this weekend. He will be here with a hard-on in his hand just like that."
"No Dad, not tonight. I feel very happy, even if the little one is begging for more. I wonder... give me some seconds please!" Colin left the bed and was back minutes later with his laptop, normally banned from the bedroom. Shortly afterwards and Colin had connection with the Norwegian city of Bergen. A smiling face covered the screen.
"Hi Olav, you alone, eh?" Colin asked his Norwegian friend and `piss-brother'. "Bill hasn't seen you naked for a long time. He is crazy to see you strip, brother. Long time since he fucked you too!"
Colin placed the camera so that Olav could have a good view both of Bill and himself. Neither of them tried to hide their naked bodies.
Bill was about to comment, but Olav answered by pulling away his duvet. The lad was naked as a newborn baby. "I've waited for you guys!" Olav was one big grin. "Didn't you manage to satisfy my `Bro' tonight Bill, or has he been into your blue-pill box again?"
"Never used a blue-pill in my life, stupid, and my dad doesn't need artificial stimulation as long as he has me! But my little one never gets enough, you see!" Colin gave his cock some jerks. "Maybe a suck from you brother, even virtual, would help!" He smiled when he saw that Olav put two fingers in his mouth and played with his Colin-size tool.
"I know what you should do, Bill. It never fails. Put two fingers inside his cunt and find his love-button. Give his inside a massage like you do to me, and then pinch his nipples hard with your other hand. Give him some nails, Bill. Be tough and I'm sure he will cum in minutes." Olav went back to sucking and wanking with spread legs, before he put wet fingers into his own arse. "And please Bill, let me see your cock, the biggest I've ever taken."
Bill did exactly what Olav suggested. He suddenly missed the young Viking, the cutest and in a way most innocent boy you could dream of. Using both hands to play with Colin and watching the youngster in Bergen playing with his young body, made Bill hard again. Just minutes after he had fucked his young one to climax, he was ready for more.
Bill pulled his fingers out of Colin's arse and placed them in the boy's open mouth. The double-sided screen allowed him to watch Olav and Colin at the same time. He moved behind Colin, lifted him and let him ride his cock. On the screen he watched his own cock filling up his youngster. With both hands he did what Olav had told him to. He tortured the lad's nipples. Olav had his fingers back in his mouth while he wanked furiously.
"You are dripping, Colin. Eat it for me, lick your juice, give me your cum please, please!" Olav showed all signs of approaching the edge.
"I'm cumming too, Bro! Yeah, I'm...I'm..." Colin's white milk, not as much as the last time but still a huge amount, hit the computer screen. Both Colin and Bill watched when Olav let his white cream drip down his cock. Bill withdrew, knelt in front of Colin and wanked his huge cock like a horny teenager. Minutes later he sent his man-spit all over Colin's face and upper body.
"Thank you, Bro. You made the night here!" Colin tried to clean up his drenched body.
"Hope to see you soon, Olav! My bed is big enough for the two of you!" Bill shouted as he hurried to the bathroom and let the `piss-brothers' end their virtual meeting.
After a lazy morning where Colin did all he could to please his `old man', the pair had a huge full breakfast at the kitchen table. To burn some calories and to get back some competition feelings, he had jogged his long morning trail and ended at the swimming pool. The old trainer, Mr Morrison from the garage, had been there. He had been very happy to see the youngster and had stayed inside the changing room while Colin showered and changed, even bringing him a towel and helping to dry him.
Now Colin was on his way to Brickwall Mansion -- the huge estate just on the outskirts of the town -- owned by Arthur Edward Granville. Mr Granville was a well-known lawyer in the City, but also a landowner and tea producer in Sri Lanka. Colin had dressed up for the occasion. It wasn't every Sunday he was invited for high tea at the Mansion. Colin had just called to make an appointment about delivering the package he brought from Professor Lumeau, but had been given this invitation.
Colin approached the huge white building by the main stairs. Even before he reached the top, the door was opened. A smiling Qi, dressed in a white shirt and a colourful sarong, welcomed him into the impressive hall. At the back of the hall was a double staircase and on the walls a collection of portraits. Colin always felt a bit lost when he entered this room - so different from his own home.
"Please follow me to the Orangery." Qi bowed. "Mr Granville waits for you there. Mr Ragnarson is also present. I think my boss wishes to present you to our new horse manager." Qi had problems. He blushed and mumbled a little.
Colin felt sorry for the young handsome Chinese man. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "We have a secret, haven't we? Don't worry, it's safe with me." Colin grinned and received a bright smile.
The Orangery was even more impressive than he recalled from his last visit. The room was filled with exotic trees and flowers brought inside for the winter months. The citrus trees gave the room a special colour and a special fragrance. A smell of incense also completed the atmosphere. Mr Granville, dressed in western-style today, rose and welcomed Colin with a tight hug.
"It's been too long since I last saw you, young man. Using your own car when visiting home these days, I guess. I haven't seen you on the train." The hug was much longer than a normal welcome. The tall man, with a body very much like his dad's, displayed a natural authority but Colin felt very comfortable in his presence.
"I've had a very heavy programme this semester, sir, but I'm happy to have some weekends at home. Dad sends you his love, sir. I believe he thought you still were in Sri Lanka." Colin chatted, but turned to the Icelander who looked a bit out of place beside the glass table and the French chaise-longues. However the man in his mid-forties looked impressive, dressed in tight khaki. The short-sleeved shirt emphasised his upper arm muscles, and Colin swallowed when his eyes fell on an impressive bulge.
"I don't know if you have seen this gentleman around, but you probably know that our estate has a new horse manager. He insists to be called Asgeir, like they do in Iceland. Well, you know all about that!" Mr Granville let Colin free for a handshake with the man Colin had first met on the hill above the farm some weeks earlier. The handshake was a real man's and Colin found Asgeir's deep blue eyes. He did not turn away from young Colin's inviting look.
"Nice to meet you, Asgeir. Yes, I've heard of Mr Ragnarson, as the local newspaper called you. You are connected to the family of the guy that just left, sir? I've heard some stories in town." Colin smiled and sat down beside Mr Granville.
"Aye, he is my cousin. There were some complaints from a father about some sex business in the barn!" Asgeir was very direct. "So he decided to go back to his family in Iceland. He hadn't been in the barn that night, but was involved with the boy."
"What is it they say in town, Colin?" Mr Granville put an arm around Colin's shoulders.
"Just rumours, wank-parties and beer, nothing serious. Probably spread by chaps that would have loved to have been there and were denied." Colin did not want to tell him about the dirtier speculations.
"Well, what's done is done. I'm very pleased to have Asgeir here. The stable-boys seem very satisfied too!" Mr Granville looked at Qi who had been waiting for orders.
"We need some champagne, Qi. It's not often we see Colin here! And bring a glass for yourself, Qi. You have talked about Colin since he called earlier today. You still fancy his young body, don't you?" Mr Granville smiled. "And get rid of those warm clothes. It's damn hot here today." The very correct businessman and host took off his jacket and opened some buttons in his formal shirt.
Minutes later, Qi was back with glasses and a champagne cooler. Qi looked like an Oriental prince. He had changed from his sarong into a sort of low-fitted loincloth. He was now shirtless, but had put on a golden necklace, that in a way underlined his part-nudity. When he turned his side to the table to reach for the bottle, it was easy to see that Qi was naked underneath the loincloth.
Mr Granville opened the champagne bottle and served his guests before he handed the bottle to Qi, who took care of the other glasses. "Welcome, gentlemen. Nice to see you both!" He lifted his glass. "Qi will serve us tea in forty five minutes. We drink first and I guess Asgeir wants to show you Colin the reason for the champagne today!" Both the men looked very secretive.
A small electric car took Colin and Asgeir to the stable just across the formal garden at the back of the house.
"He is a beauty, isn't he?" Asgeir was close to Colin when they looked at a newborn colt beside his mother. "He was born this morning. His father is a real stallion, so we have great expectations."
"He's got a name?" Colin asked. He felt very comfortable standing hip to hip with Asgeir in the narrow passage and, when the man put an arm around his shoulder, he knew that the closeness wasn't incidental.
"We could probably call him Charlie after your young friend at the vet institute. He was a helper the day this colt was conceived, I've been told." Asgeir let his hand follow Colin's spine.
"Charlie is really good with horses. Yes, he made this mare open up for the huge stallion. I was there -- very exciting!" Colin's own dick was growing hard. "He wanked the stallion and let the mare sniff his hand. That was enough!"
Asgeir had stopped his hand when it reached Colin's belt.
"Please don't stop, sir. You make me hot. And I love the smell of the barn!" Colin spread his legs a bit when Asgeir took the signal and let his hand caress the two globes.
"You want to see the stallion again? We had to place him far from the young one. We have two more mares ready for him so he is a bit crazy." Asgeir went in front of Colin through the passage. Colin smiled when he saw the man adjust his bulge.
Colin remembered the red and white stallion -- tall and muscled -- shining with sweat, and with a horse-cock ready for his only real job in life, to produce offspring.
"Do you always get horny when you watch stallions?" Asgeir looked at Colin with a grin. Colin had climbed onto the fence to get a better look at the super-erect father.
"Aye, I do, both the ones with four legs and the ones with two!" Colin did nothing to hide the tent in his smart shorts. "A pity that the two-legged one is so shy!"
"Don't you think there have been enough stories about this barn, Colin? I'd better not follow in my cousin's footsteps." Asgeir did not meet Colin's look.
"I don't know your cousin's actions, but I love both the stallions here today, and I guess you are a man of action, Asgeir. You didn't only meet Qi for sightseeing at Bunker Hill, did you?" Colin was very close to Asgeir. The man hugged him tight. Their lips met, deep and tender, before lips and tongues grew wilder. Four hands worked, searching for bare skin and hard bulges. Colin was almost kneeling in front of Asgeir with his hands on the man's belt when he woke from the excitement. The high tea!
"We had better hurry back to your boss, Asgeir, don't you think?" He let his nose rest on the stallion's stiff weapon. "I don't think he is a man who likes to be kept waiting!"
"A beauty, don't you think Colin? Worthy of a champagne celebration!" Mr. Granville emptied the bottle that rested in the cooler. "Qi will serve us tea and some snacks any minute now so please take your seat, gentlemen!" The man used a small hand-bell to call for service. A short time later, Qi was gliding inside like an oriental servant bringing plates of small sandwiches, cakes and scones before he finally returned with teapots.
"Both the green tea and the dark one come from our own tea-plantation in Sri Lanka." Mr. Granville did not hide his pride. "Please, gentlemen!" Qi made a small ritual out of the service and his boss gave his butler and lover an appreciative smile. "You will stay with us, Qi. I'm sure Colin..." He paused. "and Asgeir appreciate your presence."
"Do you like Qi's new dress, Colin?" Mr. Granville asked when Qi served them tea for the second time.
"Yes, very much! And I loved your sarong too, and I still remember the golden cover you used when my dad and I were here last time." Colin made his remarks direct to the blushing Chinese man. "You lent me one too. Very sexy!"
"You still have those pieces upstairs, Qi. Why don't you two change for us and bring us a drink in the library. I'm excited to see what your professor has found for me in Paris." Mr. Granville let them understand that the meal was finished. He left the Orangery with Asgeir while Qi took Colin's hand and hurried upstairs.
The walls in the library were lined with erotic pictures in addition to all the bookshelves. Mr. Granville had told Colin earlier that this had been his uncle's collection. The most famous pictures were photo originals made by Wilhelm von Gloeden -- photos of nude young Italian men photographed more than hundred years ago. Now Mr. Granville had spread pictures of horses and phantasy creatures all over the table. He was just trying to explore for Asgeir the symbolic photos of a centaur -- half man, half horse.
Qi, who arrived with bright cocktails on a silver tray, interrupted the lecturing. He was dressed in accordance with Mr. Granville's instructions. The golden thong suited his brown skin perfectly. The thong was so low cut that Qi's trimmed black pubic hair was visible. That was the only body-hair on the young guy. The front of the thong was rather tight, but the youngster's cock and balls could be seen through the thin fabric. When he turned he showed his oiled buttocks to his onlookers. Asgeir blushed and looked from Qi to Mr Granville and back to the youngster.
Colin carried a silver tray too and looked splendid in the same outfit. Qi had oiled him a bit, and styled his hair. He had given Colin a touch of red colour on his lips, and creamed the dark coronas around his nipples. A colourful feather was pierced through Colin's left nipple. The golden thong was less tight than Qi's and Colin showed his full erection without shyness. The head of his cock was visible below the thin ribbon, and a dark spot told the onlookers that the lad was already wet and excited.
"I think I have to picture these beauties, Asgeir. Please bring your drink to my studio in the next room." Mr. Granville was very excited.
Colin had been in Mr. Granville's studio before. Last time he was there the room had been filled with dungeon items. Two cages in the centre of the room had been arranged for the twins, bound up and painted as if heavily beaten. Colin gaped when he saw the room this time. The walls were covered with huge pictures of horses, erect stallions and mating horses. And in the middle of the room an installation that looked like a centaur -- half man, half horse.
"Do you recognise your cousin, Asgeir? I mean the upper body!" The man grinned. "And Colin, have you seen the Centaur's cock before?"
"Aye sir. I have. I have even ridden it, haven't I? It's the phallus from last year's inauguration. It's from the basement scenery. Wow!" Colin was excited. "You have placed it as if it is the horse's cock -- a golden cock. Cool!"
"The installation isn't complete yet." Mr. Granville was very talkative. "I will let it move, and I want the phallus to pump. A hot instrument for the first time guys, don't you think?"
Colin went up to the creature and touched the imitation horse part that was very figurative, while the man's upper body was a bit more stylised.
"I want you to try it, Colin. I want you to try it now. I have seen that you are horny since your visit in the stable. Prepare him, Qi. Open him, oil him!" the artist commanded. "And help him, Asgeir. You have wanted to fuck this lad since he arrived. Undress now!"
"I have wanted to fuck him since I saw him at the Bunker Hill!" Asgeir thought. He started to remove his khaki suit.
Qi brought Colin to a low bench, kissed him lightly, and stripped off his thong. Colin was rock-hard and dripping precum. Qi knelt and sucked the 10 cm (4 inch) boy-cock.
"Enough! I said prepare him!" Mr. Granville was very impatient. He went up to the bench and placed Colin face down. The bench was prepared with cuffs and Colin's arms were cuffed to the front legs of the bench, while his legs was spread and cuffed to the other legs. "Now, open him!"
Qi knelt between Colin's legs and rimmed him. The working tongue found the entrance and penetrated him. Colin moaned at the sudden action. Mr. Granville handed Qi a box of clear jelly. He had just oiled up the centaur's golden phallus.
Qi used two fingers and filled up Colin's boy-cunt. He stretched more and added a third finger. The small Chinese hand finger-fucked the lad and Colin let the fingers fill him all the way. "Yes, yes, please more Qi, more!" Colin shouted. Qi added a fourth finger and then he tried to add his thumb too.
"Enough, Qi. Don't fist him. His dad will kill me if he's hurt! You are ready for the centaur, Colin?" Mr. Granville pointed at the now naked Asgeir and asked him to move the bench backwards until Colin's boy-cunt met the golden phallus. "Lift your hips a bit, Colin love!" Mr. Granville adjusted the fake cock's angle. "Good! Go on! Push the bench!" Colin had seen that the fake cock was like a cone -- a cone like what Colin had called a Christmas tree model when one had first fucked him. Now he had no control. The centaur penetrated him, and if the installation had been ready, the phallus would have fucked him for real. Now he tried to move, he tried to fuck himself. He yelled and lifted his head when he managed another stage. He had swallowed most of the golden cock with his arse.
"Give me your cock, Asgeir. Please, sir. Let me feel a real stallion!" Colin looked at the Icelandic Viking he saw naked for the first time. The fair-haired muscled horse-manager presented Colin with a cock his dad's size. The wet cockhead was impressive in the studio lightening. When Colin lifted his head he managed to take care of the one third of the 24 cm (9.5 inch) long and very heavy tool.
Mr. Granville worked with his cameras and Qi managed to move the creature statue back and forth. A fake centaur fucked Colin, but the static cone was not what the lad really wanted.
"Give me a real cock now. Please, sir. Make me cum now, fuck me, please!" Colin's begging was real. Moments later, the phallus was removed and Asgeir placed his cockhead close to the partly open boy-cunt. Qi was there in seconds and dripped oil onto Asgeir's huge tool just before it broke through Colin's sphincter.
"Please wait. Wait! No, no. Yes, go on. Fuck me hard, Asgeir. Show them. Show them. Qi sat down and licked the clear thread dripping from Colin's cock. Asgeir fucked him with long strokes. Without undressing Mr. Granville zipped down and gave Colin's mouth his 20 cm (8 inch) tool. He was filming with a hand camera and zoomed in on Asgeir pounding Colin's hard body.
"Ahhh! I'm cumming! "Colin tried to speak, but was filled up. "I'm..." He tried again, but Mr. Granville choked him with his cock. He started to shoot and Qi was drenched. With an open mouth between Asgeir's legs, Qi took care of the white shots. Colin's excitement during the last few hours had filled up his balls. Now he emptied them and squeezed the Viking's spear. Asgeir took the signal, and withdrew. Instead of spunking over Colin's body he pushed his cock into Qi's mouth and fed his secret lover a mouthful of his horse-cock seed.
"Take it, Colin! Take it, love!" Mr. Granville wanked close to Colin's face and soon the lawyer, businessman and secret `high priest' sent his man-cream into Colin's face and open mouth. A scream as from a young girl was heard when Asgeir with two tight fingers wanked young Qi to a climax, covering Colin with more male-milk.
"A hot high tea!" Colin said to himself when he hurried through the streets home to meet a waiting daddy.
"Mr. Granville wants me to repeat my inauguration this winter." Colin told Bill when they finished a late supper that Sunday evening. "I think he works to find a new `father' for me. You still say no, I understand, and Thor is still in Africa."
"Didn't he check out if his new horse-manager was suitable?" Bill grinned. Colin blushed. Just that had been in his mind too.
A sound from the iPhone told Colin that he had received a new email. He was just finding a seat on the train back to university on Monday morning. With renewed excitement, he read the reply from Frenchman, Christian.
"Mon Cher Colin,
It was a lovely surprise to receive your message.
I very much appreciate your invitation, especially the `extras' on offer. :-) I would love to visit you but I am busy for much of the next few weeks. Would a visit sometime in November suit you?
Yes, I was a successful actor and I enjoyed acting. That career ended when I made the mistake of having sex with the teenage son of an important movie producer. The boy loved it but his father didn't. The affair was kept out of the newspapers but word got around the industry and I was shunned. It's not a big deal though. I invested my money wisely and I now have a booming property business.
I look forward to seeing you.
Bisous, Christian"
Colin smiled and squeezed his cock. "I'm going to be fucked by a famous actor. I will phone Bill and check which weekends in November suit him," he said to himself.
To be continued.