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 22 (Signore Beroni/Sergio)
On Tuesday afternoon - after a long session in the library finishing his report from the York and Denmark study, Colin was met by Professor Lumeau, who sat down very close to his student. He looked around, a bit nervous, and then he put his hand underneath the lad's t-shirt and caressed the naked, smooth skin. Colin responded by placing his hand on the man's upper thigh squeezing lightly.
"Missed you on the track yesterday, Colin," Professor Lumeau, or in private Leon, whispered.
"I had to finish this paper, sir. I was busy over the weekend and I have worked day and night since then. I'll be going to Italy and France in the end of this week and I intend to stay up to date with my course work." Colin smiled. "But I'm ready for a run now. Just need a sandwich first."
"Was Eddy...I mean Mr Granville...happy with the books you took to him for me?" Leon's hand was now working on Colin's sides.
"Aye, he asked me to give his regards. You know that he intends to build one of those ancient creatures?" Colin grinned. "A full-size centaur!"
"Oh, `full-size'? I don't think we know the size of a real centaur, do we?" Leon smiled too.
"No, and not the exact size of a centaur's cock either!" Colin found Leon's bulge and squeezed it. "He will use it in a very special ceremony. You have heard of his plans?"
"Yes, Mr Granville mentioned something about using the centaur. I believe he wants you to play a central part in the proceedings." Leon's face was turning red and he wished to change the subject. He looked at his watch. "I have half an hour free, Colin. Please come to my study."
"Okay, sir. I'm ready to print out my report for Professor Thomsen now. He'll be back from Denmark on Thursday, I think." Colin closed his laptop and carried a stack of old books over to the librarian. Then he hurried through the old bookstore and found the French professor's study. Just inside the door, Colin was met with a hot and very intense kiss.
"S'il vous plait -- la porte!" Leon gave Colin the old key. Seconds later, Leon had undressed the lad. He removed every single item of clothing and placed Colin on top of the desk with his arms and legs spread. With a fast working tongue he licked the whole body from neck to feet. He rimmed Colin's crack, spat on his cock and balls, and caressed the young body. Colin was rock-hard and wet. Leon was wild like a youngster himself. Forty-five years old and starting to turn grey but nobody would believe that just now. Colin knew he was close to cumming already, but wanted to give pleasure back to the man he fancied. He left the table and knelt in front of his professor.
"You don't need to, Colin. I'm happy to have seen your naked beauty again!" Leon was short of breath when Colin found the man's belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down in one movement. Leon's pride was ready to be sucked. The 25 cm (10 inch) long, thin beauty, with a pink cockhead pointed upwards. Colin let the naked glans fill his mouth. With one hand he tugged on the heavy balls. With the other he combed the lightly-haired upper body and found the nips for treatment. Leon moaned and had problems standing.
During the next ten minutes Colin worked hard and then took care of his French professor's man-milk. Every drop went inside his waiting and very willing mouth. The man returned the service by sucking Colin completely dry. A trained working tongue, and double fingers deep inside the boy-cunt working on his prostate, sent Colin to heaven for some minutes inside the dusty old study. Not a drop of boy-milk was left behind when the professor ended his job on the very pleased student.
Leon hurried to his waiting students for his last lecture of the day, and Colin headed for a light lunch. "See you at four o'clock outside my door, sir!" Colin shouted when Leon departed.
Colin hugged Kenny goodbye at the airport on Friday morning. For the first time in his professional career, Colin was to travel without his darling Dad. An important presentation had to be ready, and Bill couldn't leave with him. He had to stay at home for business, he had told his `son' in the middle of the week. Colin was a bit sorry because he had hoped that he and his dad could have pre-celebrated his 20th birthday in the Italian metropolis. On the other hand he knew that he had a busy professional schedule, first in Milan and then in Marseille.
"Don't forget the party at home next Saturday, Kenny! I'll turn twenty that day, and you have to stop calling me Kiddo!" Colin hugged his roommate again. "Dad asked me to remind you of the invitation once more. And you'll catch up with Charlie too, I hope!"
"I remember, Kiddo, but you will always be my little one. Remember!" Kenny hurried inside his old car and left with whining wheels.
The flight from Glasgow was trouble-free and Colin double-checked the departure gate and time when he arrived at Heathrow airport. He then ordered a cold juice and a burger inside the lounge. Travelling with Bill had always been easy as he was a great organiser. Colin had been spoiled, but now the young student had to take care of things himself. He smiled when he found a text message from his dad, reminding him of the schedule for the next few days. "I'm still his kid!" Colin thought.
"I love you dad, and I miss you, very much. Strange to be on my own. Love and kisses. Take care!" Colin sent a short answer.
"International press conference, swimwear show, dinner, meeting with company directors, photo session with Sergio, all listed with times and places." Colin smiled to himself and then decided he'd better find the gate.
"Sergio! He's hot!" Colin thought. "Hope he finds some cool places again." Colin was excited just by the thought of the boyish Milan photographer who was actually in his late forties. Now he smiled at the charming purser who welcomed him on-board. Milan Malpensa airport next stop.
The flight from London to Milan went smoothly. Colin more or less forgot his fear of flying because the purser had been around him all the time. After white knuckles from gripping the armrests at take-off, comforting hands and flirting from the sexy purser had distracted him during the two hour flight. The landing had been excellent, and he felt the heat of late summer when he left the aircraft for the bus transport to the airport terminal.
A group of three men were waiting for the young student and model when he entered the arrival hall. Signore Beroni, the executive in charge of the Italian-American company who was behind the brand JustColin, was the first to embrace him. "Benvenuto, bambino bellissimo!" The man in his fifties was very properly dressed in the latest Italian male fashion. Beside his business job, Signore Beroni was a professor in The Latin Institute and very interested in Colin's academic studies.
Mr Baird, the lawyer from London and slightly younger than Signore Beroni, followed the grey-haired Italian. Mr Baird was in a way directly responsible for Colin's part of the company. He worked closely with Mr Reynard, Colin's French business partner and model photographer. Now Mr Baird met Colin with open arms. Besides their formal connection with Colin, the two gentlemen had their own personal interests in the young sex athlete.
The third man was dressed very differently from the formal gentlemen. Sergio, dressed in khaki, reminded Colin of his favourite London photographer Don, but with curly dark hair and white teeth in a tanned face, he was very Italian. He too had been very close to Colin during previous visits. Now he met the lad with kisses, and tight hugging.
"It's a pity that Bill couldn't be here," Mr Baird said. "The American owners have some interesting suggestions."
"He had jobs to do at home, sir. And we signed all the formal papers in London, didn't we?" Colin was not here to discuss business.
"Please let the formalities sleep now! Let the young man rest and be happy. He will be in front the world's press in a few hours." Signore Beroni put an arm around Colin's shoulder. "Please bambino, my car is waiting outside. We will take you to the hotel in city."
"I need to find a toilet first, sir!" Colin stopped. "You will look after the luggage for me, Sergio?"
"There's a private one over here, I think." Signore Beroni took Colin's arm.
Colin saw in a quick glance that the lawyer was following him. "Maybe I'm not the only one who needs a piss," Colin thought. "Or maybe the London gentleman is thirsty again!"
"I'll wait outside," Signore Beroni said before closing the door after the other two. Colin was in real need so he dropped his trousers and placed himself in front of the toilet bowl. His cock was stiffening and he saw that Mr Baird was adjusting the bulge in his trousers. Colin pulled his low-cut briefs down to his knees and pushed his hips forward.
"May I help you, Colin dear?" The man's voice trembled. He had already one hand on Colin's dick.
"Go on, sir. Perhaps you would like me to feed you like last time in London?" Colin turned to the man who, without words, sat down on the toilet seat. He carefully took hold of Colin's balls, tugged them a bit and then opened his mouth for the 10 cm (4 inch) cock, now fully erect.
The erection made Colin lower the pressure of his golden stream, and this helped the gentleman to swallow and drink. When Colin had finished, the man licked his lips and continued to suck him with tight lips and a very willing tongue. The morning session at home with Kenny had been very limited because of the early flight. The flirting with cabin-purser had given him a constant boner, so he was easy to please now.
Mr Baird cupped Colin's buttocks and pulled him against his working mouth. Colin relaxed in the beginning, but soon he felt that the pressure was growing from balls to arse, as if he had to piss again. The pre-feeling of the orgasm made his whole body shiver. Standing on the toes, pushing forward, he opened his mouth in a silent cry, while he used his hands to lock the man's head on his crotch.
"I'm cumming, sir. Please, please, yes, yes! Take it, sir. You are so...so..." Colin shot his load into the man's mouth and throat. The man coughed at the sudden eruption, but managed to take care of blast after blast. The gentleman who just had drunk Colin's piss now took care of the youngster's creamy spunk. With a manicured hand, he found a silk handkerchief and dried his mouth before he again used his tongue to clean Colin's cockhead and shaft.
Colin squeezed the man's erection. "You want a quickie, sir?" he asked, ready to return the blowjob.
"No time, love! They're waiting for us. Thanks for the pleasure. He helped Colin to dress, and together they hurried outside to find Signore Beroni staring at his Swiss wristwatch.
The black limo with a formal chauffeur waited just outside the entrance.
"I have my own car, Colin. I need some equipment for this afternoon. Your magazine has asked me to cover the international press conference." Sergio helped Colin with the luggage. "The gentlemen will install you at the hotel and give you lunch."
"Will I see you tonight, Sergio? I've missed you a lot!" Colin whispered close to the boyish photographer.
"I've missed you too, Colin. You have anything planned?" Sergio put a hand on Colin's shoulder.
"My only free night!" Colin grinned. "And Dad is not here as you know."
"I'll send you a message. I must make a small arrangement first, okay?" Sergio left the youngster with a high-five.
The limo headed southeast into Milan centre. Colin felt very comfortable with important persons from the JustColin Company. He missed Mr Reynard though. The French photographer and director was his best tutor regarding the modelling business. "Do you know if Mr Reynard will be here tomorrow? Colin asked. "I assumed he would be here for the performance."
"Mr Reynard and his assistant are in Marseille just now," Mr Baird answered. "But he will arrive tomorrow. He's hosting a dinner in your honour tomorrow night after the performance at La Scala."
"I think you know Mr Reynard's personal assistant - young Pierre - a former ballet dancer, I understand. He arrived yesterday and will meet you at the hotel. He's responsible for your dressing and your...styling..." Signore Beroni added. "Not that I understand why you need styling. You are great as a natural beauty, bambino!" The Italian gentleman touched Colin's upper leg.
Pierre whined like a schoolgirl when he met Colin in the hotel lobby. Hugs and kisses welcomed the more laid-back model.
"A late lunch will be served in the sky-bar in forty-five minutes, Colin dear! I'm sure Pierre will take you to your rooms." Signore Beroni smiled. "Please relax and feel very welcome to Italy and Milan. We are proud to present you to the international modelling press this afternoon."
Just inside the room and Colin was in Pierre's arms again. This time it was with a deep and loving kiss. "I missed you after the Paris show!" Pierre giggled again. "Great performance."
"What are all these?" Colin went up to different clothes hanging in the wardrobe. "I thought they would like to see me naked!"
"Your company has sent a lot of clothes and I brought a new suit from Reynard as well. The stuff you will present tomorrow is already in the Exhibition Centre - very cool! You need a shower before lunch, mon ami?" The youngster was very excited.
"Yes, love. Please undress me and help me relax. I'm a bit stressed. Any cold drinks here?" Colin sat down on a huge modern leather sofa while Pierre handed him some sparkling water. Minutes later a naked Colin and an almost naked helper went into the luxurious bathroom. Colin was very happy when Pierre soaped him and showered him, before he dried him, applied moisturiser and styled his hair.
"Just tight city shorts and a silk top for the informal lunch, I think. I dress you up more formally for the press conference later. Okay, mon ami?" Pierre tried to arrange Colin's hard erection inside the tight JustColin thong. "You could do with a dance-belt to keep this snake inside!"
"Over my dead body, Pierre! I wish we could have a quickie, but there's no time now. See you later, okay?" Colin put on sock-less shoes and hurried out the door. He was very happy to have Pierre as his personal valet.
Inside the lift to the top floor a signal told him there was a text message on his phone. "Amigo. Please meet me outside at 19:30. Bring what you need for the night -- hardly anything (!!) -- Love Sergio!"
"Cool! I'll be there if the big bosses let me! Cheers!" Colin hurried to answer before he was shown to a table with a fantastic view over the Milan skyline. Mr Baird and Signore Beroni waited with Prosecco, cheese and pancetta for the young model.
"No need to stress this event, Colin! I'm sure the photographers and reporters are eager to meet you." Mr Baird waited with Signore Beroni and Colin outside the press room just off the hotel lobby.
Pierre had helped Colin to dress up for the event. "It's okay if you make me a bit slutty, but make me manly - not girly!" had been Colin's wishes. Now he was dressed in tight, low-cut black trousers, a silver see-through shirt cut above the navel, and a shiny orange jacket. His eyes were naturally dark. His lips had received some gloss only, and his hair was styled as if he had been in a storm. The formally-dressed men had both applauded when he arrived downstairs some minutes earlier.
"You want me to answer questions, or will you take care of that?" Colin asked.
"We will do the formal presentation. Just be polite, answer if you feel comfortable, just smile if they are too private!" Signore Beroni could not keep his hands from the lad. "We only have thirty minutes. The world's biggest underwear companies follow us. "You are great bambino, the best!"
"May I undress if they ask? Down to the JustColin underwear perhaps?" Colin smiled.
"Have you put on a thong or a jock? Signore Beroni used his hands to inspect the hard globes.
"I asked him to wear a mini-thong. Show them the string between your buttocks, but just a quick teasing!" Mr Baird interrupted. "Let's go in now. The horde is waiting."
"I don't want to sit behind the desk. I will just stand in front of it. Okay?" Colin said, and the gentlemen just nodded.
Flashing lights met the young model when he entered the room that was filled with JustColin posters. Mr Baird led the event in English and Signore Beroni supplemented his comments in Italian. Colin was happy when he saw that Sergio was among the twenty photographers and reporters in the room. The local TV station was there, and so were two German TV channels.
After the first round of modelling, the floor was opened for questions. Colin answered both in English and French, and he even used some German and Italian. Colin thought that most of the questions were rather neutral, and he was happy to tell them about his time at university and as a model. After a while questions turned more private.
"You have a girlfriend, Colin?" a lady reporter asked.
"Not one, many!" Colin grinned. "A lot send me messages telling they love me!"
"But you sell underwear for young men!" she commented back.
"Oui! Oui! I have a lot of boyfriends too, and I think the girls love to see their own boyfriends in JustColin outfits!" Colin stripped off his jacket and placed it over one shoulder.
"Do you model naked as well?" one German guy asked.
"Is that a job offer, sir?" Colin grinned. "I have nothing to hide, you see!"
"Give us some skin, Colin!" another young reporter shouted.
Colin handed the jacket to Mr Baird. The see-through shirt just underlined the part-nudity. In the strong lightening his areolas were clearly visible after Pierre's light addition of colouring and his nipples became hard in the change of temperature. Colin felt his dick started to grow.
"Be professional! Stay calm!" Colin talked to himself and managed to cool down. He placed his thumbs in the top of the trousers and pulled the rear some centimetres down. The red thong's ribbon with the brand mark was visible. Some tanned skin showed the thin string from the ribbon down the arse-crack. Colin would have loved to give the photographers his full bum, but got a signal from his bosses saying he had gone far enough. With a big smile he turned, bowed and wished the audience welcome to the huge show the next day in the exhibition area.
"You were great, bambino! Fantastico! Bambino ben fatto!" Signore Beroni hugged Colin outside the press arena. "You spy on the next two presentations, Baird, and order a bottle for the room. I will take Colin upstairs!" Again he had an arm around Colin's shoulders. The man in his late fifties was very excited.
Colin found the door to his room unlocked. Inside Pierre was still working with preparations for the events next day. "Cool, Pierre. I think they liked me." Colin hugged his giggling friend. "But these trousers are so tight that they kill me. Please help me. And sir, please take a seat." He pushed the formally-dressed man down on the off-white sofa, and handed Pierre both jacket and shirt.
Pierre placed Colin on the bed, took off his shoes and helped him to pull down the skin-tight trousers. Pierre whined and Colin laughed when he was finally naked, but for the red thong. A growing bulge stretched the thong, and Signore Beroni, sitting very close, could see a damp path on the pouch.
A knock on the door, and a young waiter entered with a trolley. Glasses and sparkling wine, plus some light snacks were served. Colin did nothing to hide his nudity, and he grinned when he saw the young waiter blush.
"Shall I open it, signore?" The visitor lifted the bottle from the cooler. Signore Beroni asked for three glasses, and handed ones to both Colin and Pierre.
"Sei felice, signore? (Are you satisfied, sir)? The lad bowed.
"Molto bene, giovane amico!" Colin was the one who now lifted his glass.
Signore Beroni tipped the servant, and he hurried backwards out of the room. Pierre had found a bathrobe.
"It's hot here, gentlemen!" Colin said and emptied his first glass. "No robe for me, please. You think I'm overdressed, Signore?" Colin winked at the man on the sofa. "I think I should strip out of this heavy underwear! You will help me, Pierre?"
Pierre was suddenly a bit embarrassed. He knew Colin was in the mood for fun, but he was uncertain about the formal-looking visitor.
"Yes, Bambino, you are very much overdressed, and so is your servant!" Signore Beroni smiled. "Help each other undress. Show me how you play!"
Colin was happy for the man's words. He found Pierre's hands and together they stripped off the thong. Lying backwards, Colin's cock was dripping stiff.
"Let me, please!" The man reached for the thong and put it in front of his nose. That was a signal for the youngsters.
"Remove your t-shirt, Pierre!" Colin commanded. "And your shorts!" Pierre did not hesitate now. He looked straight at Colin. The tenting in his sports jock was obvious. "Go on!" Colin smiled when Pierre stripped off his jock and sported a long and thin erection. The former dancer was completely smooth, not a hair on his body. Colin knew that if Pierre's boss, Mr Reynard, had been here Pierre would have been locked down in a tight cock-cage.
"Come on -- we need a real suck, eh?" Colin said and Pierre dived onto the bed. Soon the two youngsters were in a heavy 69, as if they had waited for sex all day. Pierre was a well-trained sucker and so was Colin. Both cocks were well treated. Pierre on the top also got his arse opened by Colin's fingers and when they changed positions Pierre was finger-fucking Colin while he sucked him.
After some heavy sucking Colin moved to doggy-style. He placed himself with his head close to the man on the sofa and Pierre started to rim him. His familiar tongue-fucking made Colin moan and shiver. In a glimpse to the side, he saw Signore Beroni open his trousers and find his dark veiny cock. The man wanked the pink cock-head with two nervous fingers until he cupped his own balls with one hand and used the other for a wild wank.
Pierre spat twice in Colin's arse and used pre-cum from Colin's cock to lubricate his own thin spear. Colin had no trouble taking Pierre's cock. This bottom-boy and the trained slave went into a new role when Pierre started to fuck his Scottish friend. Colin squeezed his arse muscles when Pierre was fully inside and the French boy yelled in a combination of pain and surprise.
"Please give me you cock, sir. I have longed to thank you, but you always hold back. Come on now, signore, please. Thank you for making me your star!"
Signore Beroni threw away his jacket, pulled down his trousers and went up to Colin's waiting mouth. The young model was suddenly double-fucked that afternoon. His French friend and his Italian professor and boss played with him until he was close to climax. But Pierre was no stayer. With a small giggle he spunked off inside Colin's boy-cunt, not in spurts, but in one long movement, until he bent down and kissed Colin's neck.
Colin wanted more. Suddenly he thought of a new set up. He turned around, spread his legs and let Pierre's jizz drip from his arse. "Fuck me signore, please. Make me cum, sir!" This time the older gentleman did not turn away. The cock, wet from Colin's saliva, and with Pierre's spunk for added lubrication, went into the arse without too much pain for the youngster. But Colin's scream filled the room when the man without hesitation broke through his sphincter.
"Scusi, bambino. Scusi!" Signore Beroni stopped.
"No, no sir. Go on, sir. Fuck me hard, very hard, let me cum. Thank you, thank you!" Colin was shaking. Pierre crawled over to Colin and let his friend's small cock fill his waiting mouth. Minutes later Colin screamed again, this time a scream accompanying a heavy orgasm. "I'm ... I'm..." That was all he said. As he did with Pierre, he used his arse muscles to squeeze the professor's fucking weapon, and it worked. The man roared like a hurt animal, then he pumped and pumped and pumped. Two sets of balls emptied now, only half an hour after the two had left members of the European model press.
"Sorry, sorry, Colin. I have to run. Preparations for tomorrow. I'll see you at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Take care, love!" Pierre tried to clean Colin's spunk off his face. He hurried to the bathroom and after a very quick shower he left the room with a naked Colin lying on the bed with a half-naked `older' Signore sitting beside him, caressing the young, beautiful, warm and tender body he had longed for more than once over the last year.
"What did the business guys say about you leaving with me?" Sergio sped out of the heavy Milan traffic and turned onto a highway leading northwest.
"The lawyer and my dear Latin professor took very good care of me today, and I tried to give them some fun too!" Colin looked at the Northern Italian landscape passing by. The dark evening was about to come and Colin was very excited. "I told them about your invitation, and since I'll be meeting them again for supper tomorrow, they just wished me a happy evening."
"You know where we are going, amico?" Sergio comforted Colin's knee.
"I have no idea Sergio, none whatsoever. You have taken me to dungeons, and strip-clubs and strange movie-theatres, but you asked me to stay overnight this time." Colin loved the touch from the boyish man beside him. The car passed a sign for Lago Maggiore, but at a roundabout Sergio followed a sign in the direction of Switzerland.
"Are you hungry, bambino?" Sergio used his hand to caress Colin's inner thigh.
"Si, Molto!" Colin had just taken some snacks after the afternoon play. He was hungry as a wolf.
"Bene, molto bene!" Sergio grinned. He found a local road and speeded along through narrow bends. Colin understood that Sergio was familiar with the roads here. There were thick forests and small villages and soon they passed a sign for `Lago de Orta'.
"We are here - my lake!" Sergio said. "My village!"
"Fantastic view!" Colin said. He looked at the lake in front of the village and the now dark mountainsides.
"Do you like girls, Colin? I have only seen you dating boys and old men!" Sergio followed a paved narrow road and stopped in front of an old stone house with two chimneys. Smoke could be seen from one of them.
"I do like women," Colin answered. "As long as they don't want me in bed!" Colin put a hand on the top of Sergio's.
"You will soon meet my favourite lady." Sergio opened the car door and Colin followed. "Leave the luggage in the car. We just park here." He hugged Colin tightly. "Not a mansion or a castle this time, Colin." Sergio went in front up to the entrance door of the small house. "Benvenuto -- you are welcome!"
He opened the unlocked door and shouted, "Here we are, Mamma!" Sergio pushed Colin into the small hall. Some steps followed from the hall up to a lady dressed in a colourful apron. She almost filled the open door to the room behind her. With kisses and open arms, she welcomed Sergio. Colin felt a bit lost. This was a new situation for him. He swallowed and longed for Bill.
"Meet Colin, the brightest student in Scotland, and the cutest!" Sergio put an arm around Colin's shoulder.
"Please meet my dear mamma!" He sniffed. "The best cook in the world!"
"Piacere de conoscerti, Signora!" Colin tried some of his few Italian words.
He was met by a strong handshake.
"Italiano, molto buono!" The lady was one big smile.
"I'm sorry, Signora. I study some Latin, but my Italian is very primitive." Colin commented.
"I have to try my English then, and please just call me Mamma -- all the family calls me that!" The lady took Colin's lower arm and invited him inside the combined kitchen and dining room. A fire was burning in the open fireplace. "I hope you are hungry -- food is ready. Did you see your brothers, Sergio? They went hunting at noon. I gave them orders to be back before you arrived!"
"I didn't. Have you ever had them back in time from hunting, Mamma?" Sergio grinned. "You want the bathroom, amico? I'll show you!" Sergio showed Colin the direction.
"Good. I'll give the boys half an hour, then I serve!" The lady turned to the counter. "Maybe you will light a candle for Daddy, Sergio. Long time since you were home."
"Si, Mamma. I'll take Colin with me." Sergio opened a small drawer and found a white wax candle.
"I didn't know you were a believer!" Colin said very softly when Sergio placed a candle on his father's grave in the small churchyard on the outskirts of the village.
"I'm not, Colin! But I think the habit we have of lighting a candle for the dead on Saturday evenings is good. Look around you. Tradition, you know!" Sergio answered.
"You were close to your father?" Colin saw from the gravestone that the man had been dead for many years.
"In my childhood and early youth, yes! But he never accepted me as a... you know. Made me run away to the city too early. But we made up. He was a real hunk. Come on, Colin. Mamma waits. Hope my brothers are back from hunting on time." Sergio found Colin's shoulder.
"Didn't know you had brothers!" Colin placed an arm around Sergio's waist.
"Two brothers and two sisters, and some nieces and nephews. Big family, like most families around here. Fucking is the real winter hobby, you know! Not much else to do around here!" Sergio was one huge grin. Colin suddenly felt that his `old' Sergio was back.
"You want to taste our local wine, young man?" Mamma served Colin from a green bottle.
"Yes, please, Mamma!" Colin sat down beside Sergio. Sounds of footsteps and slamming of doors told that someone arrived. Two men in hunting gear with guns across their backs hurried inside.
"Sorry, we are late mamma. But we have two rabbits and four forest-pigeons outside." The one man said.
"And you are home, Sergio. Not alone, I see!" The other guy grinned.
Colin was confused. The first guy looked exactly like Sergio. The other one was a bit taller, and his hair was longer. But no doubt he was Sergio's brother too.
"Meet my brothers Colin. Marco is my twin-brother, and Luca is the little one -- the one with the cute hair!" Sergio talked with hands and smiles.
"No more talk!" Mamma's voice was strong. "Wash your hands and sit down!" She had placed slices of homemade bread in an iron pan on the open fireplace. The smell really triggered Colin's appetite.
Minutes later, the hunters sat down by the table and poured themselves water and wine. "You say the blessing, Luca!" Mamma sat down too. The brothers bowed their heads while the youngest guy said a short prayer. Then they all lifted their glasses, cheered and welcomed Colin to the table. The young model felt a bit weird, and at the same time very comfortable.
It was a supper to remember. During the next two hours Mamma served them local food, well prepared and delicate, and the wine bottle was always replaced when empty.
Colin sent a message home the next day trying to remember what the lady had served them: "Crostini with cheese and anchovies as a starter, homemade pasta carbonara with local bacon, pork fillet in marsala-sauce and at the end a panna cotta with rose-leaf syrup."
"Are you still hungry, Bambino?" Sergio placed an arm around Colin's shoulder and held him tight. "Another dessert?" He grinned.
"I'm filled! Thank you, Mamma. My best meal ever!" Colin sighed. Colin was met by smiles from Sergio's brothers. There had been teasing and very light chat around the table during the meal, and the mother had more than once asked them to behave.
"I have made up the guest room." Mamma looked at Sergio.
"I think Colin should sleep on the sofa in the cottage," Sergio answered. "We have a lot to talk about." Both brothers met the comment with huge grins, but they said nothing.
Again Colin thanked Mamma and this time she hugged him like she had done with Sergio earlier that evening. "You come for breakfast, I guess?" she asked.
"We have to be in City before ten, Mamma, but we would love some coffee before we leave." He kissed his mother on both cheeks.
The cottage was much smaller than the house. A narrow path led to the small entrance. The main room had been heated and smelled of clean wood.
"You use the bathroom first ,Colin. Take a shower if you please. I'll find something to drink. You are not too tired, I hope." Sergio stripped off both his sweater and t-shirt. The 45-year-old man, with a sportsman's body and some dark body hair, was a dream in Colin's eyes.
Colin prepared himself well and was both excited and happy. He was certain that he didn't have to sleep on the sofa.
When back from the bathroom he was dressed in a towel only. As Sergio had advised him, he hadn't brought many clothes for this trip. To his big surprise both Marco and Luca were sitting on the sofa while Sergio sat on the only other chair in the room. "Please, Bambino!" Sergio gave a signal telling Colin to sit down on his lap.
To be continued.