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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 31 (Christmas in and near Sydney)
"Willy, if you go with Donald to the market I'll show Colin the neighbourhood in the jeep. Be sure you have enough to drink, both of you. The temperatures will grow even higher later on!" Ruairidh placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. "And find your hat, kid. It's going to be a windy afternoon but the sun will be strong."
Colin smiled when he saw his Dad and Donald from behind. They were the exact same height, they had the same body shape and they moved like a father and son who had lived together for many years. Bill, 60, and his nephew Donald, 40, had a lot in common. Colin had seen that yesterday when they met at the airport. Both of Donald's children, Ian (15) and Katie (12) looked more like their mother, Ann. Ann was third generation Swede and both the kids were blond like her. Colin guessed that Donald's curly red hair was much like Ruairidh's in his younger days from what Bill had said about his brother.
Now Colin, dressed in khaki shorts and farmers' boots, jumped into the jeep beside his new uncle. The two hadn't been alone since they met for the first time at the airport the day before. Ruairidh had been tired after the long drive from Melbourne, and the jet lag and excitement had hit both Colin and Bill when they reached the hot Australian country landscape. Bill and his brother had walked in private on the farm earlier that morning and Colin had been very happy getting to know Ian and Katie in the swimming pool. The JustColin swimwear brought for young Ian had been a success, and Colin had felt comfortable in his own speedos even when the rest of the family had gathered around the pool.
"It's quite tough out here!" Ruairidh used his hands to point out. "Running a beef farm these days is a tough business. And we raise horses out here as well, you know. Ann was a damn good rider, competing in national competitions when young, and she hoped both kids will follow her. Katie has talent, but Ian is like his grandpa Ð into nothing but motors and cars. Actually, Donald says he is building a plane, nothing lessÉ"
Colin looked at the man from the side. His uncle talked with a commanding but warm voice. Colin was sure that the man was a bit nervous.
"You think it's strange that Dad brought me to meet you, sir?" Colin asked when the man took a small break.
"Not at all, son, not at all. I have heard about you, you know!" He placed a hand on Colin's bare knee.
"Who hasÉ?" Colin was uncertain what to say.
"Ah, you know Archie - Willy's good friend from our youth? He sent me some emails after he returned to Scotland from a visit here. He even sent me a picture of you and Willy together." The man changed to a lower gear and took a gravel road uphill.
"And what did he tell you about me?" Colin wondered whether Archie was an honest storyteller.
"He told me that you had turned my brother upside down, and that the wild Willy had been tamed!" Ruairidh placed his hand back on Colin's knee while he laughed and barked at the same time.
"I didn't know he had been a wild one," Colin commented.
"We all were in those days. Damn, we all were!" Ruairidh sighed. "But enough about the past, Colin. We are here for the view. Ahead you see a shelter, an open-sided cabin. We'll stop there in the shade and have a coldie. I'll point out the settlements for you. A nice landscape, but very dry just now."
"Why are there all these windmills around?" Colin pointed. Ruairidh had stopped the jeep outside the rather dilapidated wooden building. Now he handed Colin a cold beer from the cool box.
"Water is gold out here. No water, no grass, no herds and no money Ð so these are water pumps. Plenty of groundwater, but deep!" The man placed an arm around Colin's shoulder.
"You have been involved in farming yourself, sir?" Colin asked. He felt comfortable close to the man, a man just a bit taller than his dad, but with a belly that told of a different life from his brother.
"No, no, never. I've been into cars, always. And please don't `sir' me, Colin. We are family now, aren't we?" He squeezed Colin's shoulder. "Call me uncle if you feel like it." The man grinned. "The farm here used to belong to Ann's family. Donald moved in here fifteen years ago."
"Donald calls you Boss. Why is that?" Colin shivered lightly when Ruairidh's hand followed his spine.
"When Donald was growing up, I had a small garage in Sydney and he often had to stay with me at work when his mother was busy. He heard the lads call me Boss, and then he started doing the same. So, that's my nickname I guess - Boss! He has called me that ever since, and so has my daughter, Kirsty. You like that?" Ruairidh's thumb rested on Colin's belt.
"Aye, sir. I mean, Aye, boss!" Colin grinned. Nothing more was said for a long time. The two were close and the heat was intense. Ruairidh's open hand found Colin's sweaty skin.
"Why don't you strip off that shirt, kid? You are hot." The man helped Colin to take off his t-shirt. "You need some tanning while down here. You don't have the tender skin like Willy and me Ð carrot-coloured hair and freckles go together." He let his open hand caress Colin's back and shoulders. When he moved in front of him, he did the same to Colin's chest and belly. "You are in good shape, Colin. From the swimming, eh?" By chance he touched Colin's erect nipple.
"Aye, three times a week, and some jogging!" Colin answered. He wasn't happy because the man had moved away and stood with a hand in his pocket. Ruairidh lifted his beer and took a long drink.
"Why did you strip me with your eyes by the pool this morning, Uncle?" Colin was very direct.
"Because you had too many clothes on, boy. I couldn't help it." Ruairidh lifted his hat and scratched his bald head. He was sweating too.
"I love your swimwear down here - what you call budgie-smugglers - but if you like I could swim naked. My tiny prick is not much to hide!" Colin grinned. He watched the man's face change colour.
"I would have loved that, but Ann, even though she's a Swede, is rather a prude." The man grabbed another beer. "Donald and Ian skinny-dip in the creeks, so do what pleases you when she's not around!"
"Why don't you strip me with your hands, instead of just your eyes, like you just did?" Colin found the man's eyes. "I love to be naked close to hot men!"
"You think I'm hot then Ð an old granddad with a beer belly! Far from a sex symbol!" The man smiled and then coughed.
Colin went up to the man and placed his hands around his neck. "Bill has told me what a hot fucker you were and, if he tells the truth, you both have the same equipment and horniness!"
Ruairidh lifted Colin with his strong arms and carried him into the half-open shelter. With trembling hands, he placed him on a dry bale of hay. He found Colin's belt buckle and loosened the belt before he pulled the shorts down. Colin had put on a `next to nothing' thong for the hot weather and the stiff cock was tenting the pouch. A wet spot told of his excitement.
The man threw away his hat and bent down. He sniffed the wet spot while he cupped Colin's round buttocks with both hands. After a short while he got up and took a step back. "Damn, what on earth will my brother say?" Ruairidh sounded confused.
"My brother must have turned old. I had expected him to undress you hours ago! Ð I'm sure that's what he's going to say when I tell him. Please make me comfortable, Boss. Don't hesitate. I'm horny, you see!" Colin placed his thumbs in the ribbon-like waistband and, like on a stage, he stripped completely for his new uncle. His dripping hard-on longed for treatment.
Colin yelped when the man's sun-dried lips met his sensitive glans, but he moaned and trembled when Ruairidh, without hesitation, took the whole stiff dick into his mouth and let his tongue fuck him. With two hands tight around his buttocks, Colin was locked to the strong man. He felt Ruairidh spreading his arsecheeks and searching for his secret entrance. A rather dry finger found the opening and just let the tip rest inside.
In one movement, the man lifted Colin, turned him around and made him bend over. A searching tongue followed the youngster's arsecrack until he again found the entrance. Spit made Colin relax. There was no pain, just joy, when Ruairidh's tongue penetrated him. The very rough rimming made him crazy. He was afraid to cum before the event had properly started. Very directly, he turned back to the tall man.
"Hot inspection, Boss! But you see, I'm curious too." Colin found the buttons on Ruairidh's shirt and stripped him. The curly grey body hair was like his dad's, but not trimmed like his lover's. Colin combed the front with his hand and played lightly with the huge nipples. He let his open hands follow the man's sweating sides down to his belt. Then he knelt down and took hold the man's belt buckle. Two strong hands stopped him.
"You don't have to, son. What will WillyÉ?" Ruairidh was stopped.
"The question is what do you want, Boss. Please. I have longed for your body since the airport." Colin went on with the strip. Ruairidh did not stop him. The loose khaki shorts were followed by white Y-fronts. The tenting showed Colin what he already had been told by his Dad. His new uncle was extremely well-hung. The man smelled of sweat and soap, and Colin suddenly thought about Kenny. The belly made this body different from Bill's, but this well-equipped man had the same round beefy buns and strong hairy thighs as his brother.
Colin eased the briefs down and let the man-cock have its freedom. The dark-coloured veiny cock looked different from Bill's teen-like pride, but Ruairidh had the same size and the same girth as his brother.
"Think you have waited for this moment as well, Uncle!" Ruairidh's cock was hard as iron and the cockhead was wet with excitement. Colin lifted the man's hairy balls as if weighing them. Then he opened his mouth and took care of the cock with the skills this man's brother had taught him.
Ruairidh moaned with pleasure when the young cocksucker went in action. Colin's hands searched the round globes and let his fingers follow the crack. The man used his hands actively on Colin's head, shoulders and back as if the worshiped the smooth body that served him.
"Damn!" was all he said. Colin used his lips and tongue and let the shaft hit his throat. With a backwards movement he took most of the 24 centimetres (9.5 inches), but then Ruairidh withdrew. "Damn!" he shouted again. He tried to get free from Colin's mouth, but couldn't. His spunk was already started to fill the lad's mouth. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" he said for every eruption. A very happy Colin took care of every drop, not Bill's force and not Bill's taste, but he swallowed every drop before he licked the cock clean.
Without a word Ruairidh, lifted Colin back onto the hay bale, laid him down and spread his legs. With his mouth and tongue, he played with Colin's body. His neck, his tits, his belly and his cock all received attention. Ruairidh stretched Colin's balls and he almost damaged his cock by pulling his foreskin back so forcefully. He licked the pre-cum and he placed a wet finger deep inside the boy's arse. Colin was in heaven Ð in Australia Ð in the arms of a man he had thought during the last half year.
"I'm cumming, Boss! Please do me, do me, all the way!" Colin's balls were full after a night without relief but Ruairidh had no problems with his new nephew's boy-milk. He took care of it all.
"Thank you, Uncle. That was really amazing." Colin hugged the sweating man.
The sun had changed colour when the two sat side by side on an old wooden bench outside the shelter. Ruairidh had put his shorts on, but Colin was still nude. Uncle and nephew were closer now; both more relaxed than when they drove from the farm.
"Why did you choose to live in Australia, Ruairidh? Sorry for my curiosity, but I've heard many versions," Colin asked after some moments of silence.
"I bet you have, kid. But I didn't choose. I was sent out here. It was rather brutal." The man was very direct. "But now I'm curious. What have you heard?" Again he put an arm around Colin's naked shoulder and pulled him closer.
"I've heard that your father found the two of you in bed and punished you!" Colin whispered.
"And..." Ruairidh smiled.
"Archie told me that police found out about your gay-porn business!" Colin was uncertain. "But Bill has also told me about some car accidents and even some fights in the local pub!"
"Okay, not far from truth I guess, but the sex between Willy and me was rewarded by heavy spanks and was solved in private. It started as innocent play amongst brothers, but Willy was a hot guy in those days and wanted to try everything." The man paused. "The stupid films and photos would probably been excused too if Willy and his buddies hadn't been considered under aged." Again he stopped as he was thinking. "But life was different in Scotland in those days. Gay love was a crime, although it had been legalised in England at that point." Ruairidh's eyes seemed to follow the horizon.
"But you had girlfriends, I've heard!" Colin placed a hand on Ruairidh's thigh.
"Aye, aye, girls and guys and liquor and cars and fights Ð one huge mess. And then I broke a guy's jaw because he called me names." Ruairidh turned to Colin. "They called me a bastard!" He spat the last words.
Colin found the man's cheek with a comforting hand. "I know all about being called a bastard. Your brother saved me from all that!"
Another silence. Ruairidh concluded, "SoÉjail or AustraliaÉ here I am!"
"And you never wanted to go back home?" Colin played with the man's upper leg.
"My home is here, Colin dear. I left my family, I left Scotland, I changed the way I spoke...lost most of my Scottish accent. I fucked the first nice girl I found, and a year afterwards we were a family." Ruairidh placed his rough hand upon Colin's. "But thanks to you everything has changed. You are a dream, you understand that." He lifted Colin and placed him on his lap like a kid.
"I hope my super horny little brother knows how lucky he is!" Ruairidh kissed Colin for the first time Ð deep, tender and loving.
"I'm the lucky one, Boss! I have a dad, and now I have an uncle `down under'!" Colin embraced the hairy, naked body.
"I think we have to return now, and help with the preparations for Christmas. Ann likes to follow Swedish customs, you know, so the children receive their presents on Christmas Eve after we light the Christmas tree. Maybe you are needing to put some clothes on, kid?" Ruairidh let one hand follow Colin's naked buttocks while the other just coincidently touched his fresh erection. Colin gave the man another tight hug.
"What's the most popular Christmas dish in Australia?" Colin asked. The family was gathered on the patio outside the dining area.
"Beer!" Ruairidh answered with some applause.
"Prawns on the barbie!" Donald added. "I guess you will queue for prawns in the morning, Dad. Everybody will buying some tomorrow, wanting to have freshest ones possible for the evening meal!" Donald looked at his European guests.
Ann served ice-cold drinks before the Christmas Eve meal Ð a sort of local sangria. "Australians do not speak much about where people originally come from. We are a mixed-up nation. But when it comes to food, many of us follow family traditions. Tonight we will have cold dishes Ð the Swedish Christmas ham is famous Ð and of course we will have cold turkey too." Ann raised her glass. "Ever since my grandparents came to Australia my family has followed the Swedish way, and I'm pleased that Donald is happy for me to carry on that tradition. Christmas starts on Christmas Eve, at six pm. So we have a light party tonight and have bigger meal tomorrow! We'll start serving in a few minutes. Just waiting for our stockman and his jackaroos to join us. They are not far away."
Colin had seen the `cowboys' during the day Ð an Argentinian guy named Ross who had been on the farm for ten years, and two Chinese youngsters in their first season on the farm. Now the three entered, bowed and greeted everyone before sitting down at the end of the patio.
The food was great and so was the beer. When the sun went down, it was still very hot.
Donald lit the Christmas tree Ð a three-metre tall artificial pine with flashing lights. The ceremony was followed by music and traditional dance and play around the tree. The heat forbade the use of too much energy and when the kids had received their presents, they all gathered for another round of cold drinks.
"Ian told me that you study the Vikings, Colin. Is that correct?" Ann looked at Colin.
Colin nodded. "In a way, yes. I study the Viking language and its influence on modern Scottish and English languages.
"We watch the American show `Vikings' down here. Is it just fiction or is it mostly based on historical facts?" Ann asked.
"My wife is very unhappy because there seem to be no Swedish Vikings!" Donald interrupted to tease her.
Over the next several minutes Colin lectured. He tried to be both humorous and serious. Suddenly he felt that he was taking over and possibly spoiling the party atmosphere. He lifted his glass and finished his talk. "As far as we know, the Vikings never reached Australia, even if they did visit America some hundred years ahead of Columbus!" Colin looked from Ann to Ross and back to his dad who had a bright smile in his face.
"Are you a teacher?" Young Katie suddenly asked.
"I'm not Ð but I hope to be one day!" Colin answered, wishing he wasn't the centre of the attention.
"I thought you were a stripper!" The young lady hit back.
"Katie Ð stop!" Her mother's voice was like a knife.
"It's okay!" Colin grinned. "Yes, I strip to show off boxers and swimwear, you know. I even have my own brand for boys in Europe, although not in Australia yet. Sorry!"
"Ian has all your magazines!" The little `she-devil' went on. The fifteen year old lad blushed.
"That's nice!" Colin answered. I have brought some posters for you. We have some stuff for girls too, you know!" Colin commented.
"Ice cream for everybody?" Donald interrupted. The maid was in the open doorway with a huge ice cream bowl lit by sparkling fireworks.
After the meal and the small intermezzo the heat slowed the party down. Ian was occupied with his granddad, and young Katie did not leave Bill's side. Colin felt a bit left out but ended up with the `cowboys'. He was very happy chatting with Ross Ð the Argentinian who looked very like Carlo in France Ð and Li and Dong, the two young Chinese jackaroos, doing their first season on a cattle-farm.
"I have to check that the cattle are settled for the night," Ross whispered. "You want to come with me, chico!" Colin received a white smile.
"Do you thinkÉ" Colin was cut short.
"Just half an hour. The others will be fully occupied." Again Ross whispered. "Please meet me outside the stable in fifteen minutes!" He winked, reached for his hat and was about to leave.
"Be back for the dessert, Ross!" Ann shouted when Ross gave a signal that he was leaving.
"Thank you, I will. And I am taking young Colin here. He doesn't believe the stars are upside down. I have to show him!" Ross winked at Colin. They had not been talking about stars.
Ross, wearing his broad-brimmed hat, was waiting outside the stable holding a glistening black-blue horse. The tall man lifted Colin up onto the horse and gave him the reins. The lad took control of the horse and placed himself so that the man could jump up behind him on the back.
"Let him go, chico. Easy, lad! Easy!" Ross gave a signal. The horse was a bit restless because of the unknown rider. Ross took the reins in one hand and put the other arm around Colin's upper body. In a light gallop they left the farm buildings and rode off into the hot landscape. Colin was in heaven. He was as close he could get to the man he had watched all evening, and he felt the heat from the horse. Without thinking he moved closer to the man's bulge, and let his head from time to time touch Ross's hot upper body.
The evening was completely dark, except for a sort of light corona in the south. "What is that light over there?" Colin asked. Ross had stopped the horse.
"It's the lights from the city of Penrith. The upper clouds are like a mirror. Don't look at those lights Ð they'll disturb your eyes. Just look at the stars. The sky must look strange to you I guess, living close to the North Pole. Stars are upside down up there, I'm told." Colin felt the man's warm face close to his neck.
"Listen! Do you hear the herd?" Ross whispered. Colin heard nothing but his own excited heart. One of the man's hands touched his erect nipple. Colin was all wet. Although it was night, it was still a very hot 35C.
Ross placed the horse into a light gallop again. Soon Colin saw the huge herd. Cattle filled the small valley, hundreds of them. Almost all of them were on the ground chewing the cud Ð that was the strange sound. The herd knew the horse and the man, but there was a sound of lowing.
"She's calling her calf," Ross said. "Seems to be missing," he added as the cow gave another plaintive moo. Moments later they saw him Ð one leg caught in a fallen tree root. Ross gave Colin the reins and jumped off. Using a huge knife, he freed the calf that hurried into the herd to find his mother.
Again the horse was restless because of the new light rider, but Colin caressed its neck and talked slowly. The horse stopped. Ross was back. Colin waited for him to climb onto the horse, but he just talked to the stallion and walked. The horse followed. They stopped on a small peak. The man held out his arms and helped Colin off. "You are like a calf yourself, chico." The man met him with a tight hug.
They had sort of a blanket in a roll behind the saddle. Now Ross loosened the roll and spread the blanket on the ground. Again he gave the horse a light order. It moved away some metres and started to search for grass.
"I'm not a believer, hijo. But it's tonight we can see the Christmas star, isn't?" The man lay down and gave Colin a signal to lie beside him on the blanket. Soon Colin rested his head on the man's arm.
"Aye. You are right I guess, but the star came from in the east, didn't it? And we are far east and far south." Colin curled up close to the man. Despite it being very warm, it was night and he automatically wanted to be close to the hot body beside him. Suddenly he thought of Carlo again. That was enough to send a signal to his lower regions. Nothing was said.
"You dream of a chica, goucho?" Colin put an arm around the man.
"Si, chico, the noche es `hot' eh? "The man moved aside and cupped Colin's crotch. "You be my chica tonight, chico?" he asked.
"Si, maestro, si." Colin answered by crawling up on the man beside him. Ross spread his legs and let Colin dive into his hot body. Suddenly there was a strange sound Ð like people walking fast. Colin lifted his head.
"Relax, hijo. It's just the kangaroos!" Ross let his hands play with Colin's naked back.
Colin was completely naked minutes later. Ross did not need a long foreplay. He had seen Colin's glances during the meal, and he had felt his hot admiration during the ride. Colin was in a hurry too. He knew they had to go back to the party. Now he managed to partly undress the Argentinian. Even in the dark he could feel the man's hairy body and when he turned around to find his cock he just had to use his mouth.
"Not a sudden event!" Colin thought. Beside the smell of horse was the smell of soap and pre-cum.
"The man is prepared." And even more certain about the man's plan, he felt two fingers filling his arse with lubricating cream.
"Yes, yes, please maestro! Fuck me, make me cum out here!" He dived onto Ross's cock. It wasn't a monster cock, but still a thick pole that filled his mouth. In a 69 position the `cowboy' still had fingers inside Colin while he treated his tiny dick with great knowledge. Colin moaned. In the corona-light from the city he saw both the kangaroo silhouettes and the shadow of the huge horse. The situation was magical.
Without a word Ross turned Colin around and placed him back down. Even though it was very dark Colin could see his black eyes and his white teeth. He met Colin's young body and kissed him wet and tight. He ate his lips and tongue. Colin had a blood taste in his mouth when Ross finished.
"You take my cock, chico?" Ross whispered. He waited. He wanted the lad's permission.
"Si, si, maestro. Please. Fuck me hard. Fuerte!" Colin lifted his legs and Ross placed them on his shoulders before he greased up his cock. Colin was just partly opened so he was expecting some pain. However Ross was a real maestro. He broke through the lad's sphincter, lifted and spread Colin's legs a bit more, then buried his thick cock deep inside him. The horse neighed.
"Calma! Calma!" Ross talked to the horse while he pulled his cock out and forced it inside again.
"Yes, yes, harder please, harder!" Colin begged. Ross changed from his caring fuck to the fuck from a real cowboy. Colin did not understand all the Spanish words, but he guessed that some had to do with a girl's private parts!
The wild action could not last long. Colin whimpered at the rough treatment and met the man with tight muscles.
"I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" Colin sent blast after blast across his own body. Ross continued his pounding until his thick cock docked the lad completely. His roar was ecstatic, a combination of soreness and lust. The body shivered when he emptied his load inside his `chica' for the night.
"Gracias, hijo. Estupendo! Estupendo!" He found Colin's mouth again. For some small seconds the man just relaxed. When his softening cock left the arse, Colin cleaned him like a well-taught bottom. The horse neighed again, now close to Colin's head. "He's horny!" Ross grinned. "We need to return to the farm, okay?" The man helped Colin to put on the knee-length shorts. He was dripping sweat and so was the shirtless `cowboy' who helped him into the saddle.
"Did you see the Christmas star, chico?" Ross whispered. He put the horse in gallop.
"Si maestro, I could see cielo'! (Heaven!)" Colin let his body rest against the hairy cowboy'.
Colin had changed to a dry t-shirt on when he entered the patio. Ross followed.
"Everything okay out there?" Donald asked.
"A very silent night!" Ross grinned; he pinched Colin's buttock when nobody was looking.
"We are ready for the dessert, aren't we?" Ann clapped her hands and the maid entered with a huge Pavlova. "You care for an Australian dessert, young man?" She bid Colin to help himself first. "I guess you know that this dessert was created for the Russian ballerina Anna Pavlova when she toured Australia." Colin glimpsed Bill looking at him while Ann spoke and he blushed.
It was just after midnight when Colin left the shower in his guest room. The fantastic Christmas Eve had ended with plenty of cold drinks and the temperature had been high Ð both in the air and among the family and staff. Ann had proclaimed `Early breakfast' and then a church visit in Sydney the next day, but Colin was not in the mood for sleep, and not in the mood for a single bed. He wrapped a towel around his still damp body and opened the door to the terrace. Bill's room was next on the left, and he was certain his daddy was waiting for him. A man was standing by the railing with a bottle of beer in one hand. It was Ruairidh.
Colin went up to the man. "Can't you sleep either?"
"No. I'm not ready to settle." Ruairidh answered. "You want another beer, son?"
"No, sir. No, thank you. I've just brushed my teeth." Colin felt the intense heat after the stay inside in the air condition. He was all wet again.
"Hurry up then. Willy is waiting with a hard-on for you, I'm sure!" Ruairidh grinned. A joke or a jealous comment, Colin wasn't sure.
"You will join me, uncle. Time for a proper reunion, eh?" Colin placed a hand on his uncle's arm. Ruairidh didn't answer the question. "I have only one guest-room in Melbourne." He squeezed Colin's butt. "But there's a king-size bed in it. Off you go, before Bro wastes his spunk. I'll spend the night there." He pointed at a door beyond Colin's and pushed the lad in the other direction.
"Who is out there?" Bill asked when Colin dived down beside him.
"Your brother!" Colin answered. "I just asked him to join us but he refused. He's in the room next to me."
Colin jumped onto the rather narrow bed and curled up in Bill's waiting arms.
"How do you like Australia, son?" Bill hugged him tight. "Were the stars upside down?
"Stars are not my speciality Daddy, but to be fucked between cattle and kangaroos was beyond my fantasy." Colin found Bill's balls.
"And Ross was like Carlo Ð a real stallion?" Bill spread his legs.
"He was a pale shadow, but he was very sexy, and very horny. But I missed you out there, Daddy." Colin played with Bill's stiffening cock. "Maybe another night we couldÉ" Bill stopped Colin with a tight kiss. He was the horny one now.
"My brother adores you, but he wouldn't tell me what you two did out there earlier today!" Bill moaned when Colin squeezed his cockhead.
"Neither will I! Our secret, but his cock was just as stiff as yours!" Colin turned and lifted his butt while spreading his legs. "Fuck your kangaroo now, Dad, and do it hard!"
Bill and Colin slept later than normal but Ann had kept some items warm for them in the oven. "Don't rush. We've got plenty of time," she said as she made scrambled eggs to accompany the bacon and sausages. "I've never experienced jet lag myself but I've heard it can take several days to recover."
"These eggs are delicious," Colin mumbled.
"Don't speak with your mouth full," Bill admonished.
Colin swallowed his food. "Sorry, Dad...Ann."
"No worries. I'm glad you like the eggs, Colin," smiled Ann. "We have our own chooks."
A short time later everyone set off in two cars for Penrith station. "We don't want the hassle of driving and finding parking spaces in the city," Donald explained. "It's easy to get around Sydney by train or the new light-rail."
"Light-rail?" Ruairidh snorted. "They're trams!"
"Dad prefers the old name," smiled Donald. "We're just coming into Penrith now. There's a frequent train service into Sydney Central station."
As Donald had predicted, they only had to wait a few minutes for a train once they'd bought their tickets. "It's a double-decker, like the TGV in France," smiled Colin. "Let's sit upstairs."
It took 50 minutes for the train to reach Sydney but the time passed quickly for Bill and Colin. There was a lot to see and their hosts pointed out various landmarks.
"Our first stop is the church," announced Ann when they left the station. "St Paul's Lutheran Church is where my family always went on Christmas Day and it's only five minute walk away."
Bill and Colin looked at each other and smiled. They weren't churchgoers and hadn't expected to start sightseeing with a church service. "Lead the way," said Bill.
The Christmas service was joyful but Colin was glad to get back out into the fresh air and sunshine. He smiled when he heard Ruairidh mutter, "Thank God that's over." Obviously he wasn't keen on church services either. Ruairidh caught Colin smiling at him but all he said was, "We'll cross the main road into Hyde Park now. I want you to see the Anzac Memorial. It's the national memorial to those killed in wars and it's an impressive structure."
Both Bill and Colin were impressed by the art-deco monument and museum which overlooked a pond reflecting the structure. Bill was moved by the sculpture "Sacrifice" inside depicting a naked young warrior raised high, his body on a shield held by his mother, sister and his wife who was holding a baby.
They walked south through the park, passing St Mary's Cathedral, and then out into the streets. Ruairidh pointed out the Hyde Park Barracks which was built to house convict men and boys. "It's now a museum and could be worth a visit if you have time."
Continuing down Macquarie Street, they soon reached the Royal Botanic Garden and then the harbour at Circular Quay. "Look at all the ferries coming and going!" exclaimed Colin. "Oh, and over there is the Sydney Harbour Bridge!" Bill and Colin took photos and then stood looking at the sights until they were urged to keep moving forward. A short time later they got their first glimpse of Sydney Opera House. Gasps were followed by more photos - of the building, of Colin and Bill, and then all the members of the family.
"I think it's time for lunch," said Ann. "Let's find somewhere near here." Nobody wanted a big meal so they shared a couple of pizzas in a restaurant overlooking the harbour.
"We must take a ferry trip somewhere," Colin remarked to Bill when they left the restaurant.
"You can take a longer trip when you come back into Sydney on your own but let's go to Darling Harbour now," suggested Donald. "There's a lot to see there and it's only about twenty minutes on the ferry."
Colin loved being on the ferry, especially going under Sydney Harbour Bridge and seeing it close up. After getting off at Darling Harbour, various attractions such as Madame Tussauds, Sydney Wildlife World, Sydney Aquarium and the Australian National Maritime Museum were pointed out to Colin and Bill. They also noted lots of restaurants. "And now we are on the edge of Chinatown," said Donald.
"You might like to explore the area another day but now it's time we started heading home."
"Yes - home for Christmas Dinner," said Ann.
Colin smiled. "Being here with all these unfamiliar sights and the hot weather, it's difficult for me to comprehend it's Christmas."
They took the light-rail from Paddy's Market to Sydney Central and then caught a train back to Penrith. Ruairidh and Donald drove the cars back to the farm.
"Do you want to stay at home with Ian, Colin? My brother says he wants to show me off to a neighbour but I think he really wants to show off his new car to him. The others are going exchange Christmas greetings with another neighbour. Ian is staying to help with the barbecue stuff, according to Ann." Bill was changing into very light summer clothes. He had found it a bit too hot during the tour in the city the previous day.
"I'm happy to relax here with Ian, Dad. I still haven't got over the time difference and a cool swim would be good." Colin went off to find his swimwear. He was very happy with his JustColin bikini, but Ian had asked him to try a new Australian model. The sides were cut high and the rear was narrow. Colin found them very sexy. The red colour made him think of the pictures he had seen of Australian lifesavers competing in row-boats, and showing near-naked butts.
When Colin arrived at the pool Ian was already there, lying on a sunbed underneath a parasol. "I thought you were working!" Colin commented. "Your mum said something about the barbeque. Please tell if you need some help."
"Everything is organised for the evening party, Colin. Mum is just stressing. Think she is nervous having guests all the way from Scotland." Ian turned around. "Sexy swimwear, you brought. Mum said it's too skimpy to wear in public, and Dad said I could just as well have been naked. I love them!
Colin took the sunbed close to Ian. He wanted to rest a bit before jumping into the pool, but the sun was very bright. "You help me with some sunblock, Ian? I think I could get sunburned even in the water here." Colin handed Ian the cream. The lad started the job on Colin's shoulders and upper body, being very careful with the way he touched.
"Don't be afraid," Colin said. "I'm not fragile, just use your hands, man. The almost fifteen year old boy knelt beside him Ð some 20 cm (8 inches) taller than Colin, but thinner. Ian responded by using more pressure. Colin turned to face the teenager. He knew the situation was a bit strange, and tried to stay relaxed. The little devil down below reacted to the warm pleasing hands and Colin had soon a full erection.
"My dick seems to like your job, Ian. Maybe better toÉ" Colin swallowed. Ian used his hands all over the front of his body, all the way down to the very low-cut briefs.
"We could swim naked, Colin, but I think Mum and Katie will be back soon." Ian looked around, a bit worried. Colin looked at the young man's bulge, much bigger than his own. He showed very clear outlines both of balls and a nice stiffy.
"Let's do some swimming!" Colin felt that he needed to cool down. He was still very uncertain about young Ian who had been very close to Bill since they arrived; almost jealous when his sister tried to get close to her new uncle.
With a professional start dive Colin entered the pool. Ian followed a bit more clumsy but swam underwater to catch up to him, and they ended body to body in the cooling water. Soon Colin found a ball and the two played like kids, splashing each other, grabbing at each other and laughing.
Ian giggled. He tugged at Colin's swim briefs, and made him swim with bare buttocks. Colin answered by grabbing at Ian's swimwear and soon the two were naked. Bodies met, and erect cocks were on display.
"Let me tunnel under you, Colin. I'll not hurt you!" Ian shouted. Taking turns at swimming under each other gave the two opportunities to inspect each other's lower parts. Colin had trimmed his dark pubic hair just before this trip and Ian's fair down was hardly visible. The cool water made the Scottish student cool down, but Ian was far from relaxed. His 15 cm (6 inch) boy-cock was rock-hard during the play, and his white globes were as round as Colin's.
"They are coming!" Ian suddenly shouted. A dusty cloud followed a fast-moving car up the gravel road. The two boys in the water jumped for the terrace and found their towels. Ian wrapped up - feeling a bit shy now. Colin did nothing to hide his wet body.
To be continued