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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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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 36 (Melbourne - National Park visit)
"The peak over there has given its name to the national park." Greg, a National Park inspector in his forties pointed out a naked hill in the landscape. The four-wheeled forest-car left the main road for a narrow road into the forest.
"Aye, Budj Bim, isn't it? I understand it means High head', named by the traditional owners. However the map says Mount Eccles' Ð a given name by the English settlers probably," Colin responded.
"Yes, young man. You have done your research! You're an unusual underwear model." Greg grinned.
"Well, I do more than show off my body, and languages interest me. Do you understand any of the traditional Australian languages?" Colin responded.
"Only fragments, I'm sorry. But we are entering a cultural landscape with a lot of memories for the `traditional owners' as you call them." Greg had his eyes on his young passenger dressed in khaki, with an open shirt and rather tight shorts. Colin noticed that he was being checked out and spread his legs.
The man was dressed like first time he had met him- in jeans bleached after days in the sun, a waistcoat that was partly open, and a short-brimmed hat. The leather belt with a police gun had been placed in a box between the seat-backs when he entered the car.
"Why do you carry a gun, sir?" had been Colin's first question.
"Inside the National park, I have police authority!" had been the short answer.
For the next half hour nothing was said. It was as if Greg was uncertain about his young tourist, and wanted Colin to make the first move. Colin followed the landscape and tried to stay comfortable during the shaky drive on the gravel road. His curly hair was like a helmet in the light breeze.
"You need a hat, boy. The sun is strong here this time of the year. And you're wearing too tight clothes. Better if you were naked. I have a cap for you in the back. We'll find it later." Greg lifted his own hat. "I have to do some inspection business first, but then I have the rest of the day off. Thought we could take a walk in the volcanic landscape."
"Cool!" Colin commented. He hoped that inspection might even have something to do with himself. He could not help what happened down in his tight shorts. His cock was growing and his underwear felt wet in the front. He spread his legs even more. He looked forward to staying close to this hunk for the next two days, but he was not certain about what the days would bring. Colin had tried to ask young Paul about the man that he understood was close to his mother. The first time Colin asked him about Greg, Paul had blushed and changed the topic. Next time he had just said that Greg was cool and that he was a nice pal.
Colin tried to find Greg's eyes in the side mirror. There was something that reminded him of his dad Ð the wrinkles beside his eyes. When Bill had tried to correct young Colin during his younger years by tough words or more serious actions, he was betrayed by the smiling wrinkles. Colin looked at Greg's face, and he looked at the hunky body. Greg was a bit more hairy than his dad, and his body hair was carrot-coloured.
"You like what you see?" Greg suddenly asked. Colin blushed.
"It's a very dry landscape," Colin answered. The comment was followed by a hoarse laugh from the driver.
"Yes, you can easily become dry out here young man, but don't let the first glance confuse you." He looked at Colin with a huge grin. The white smile was a contrast to the sunburned face. Suddenly Greg stepped on the brake. Colin was helped by the safety belt. In front of them a family group of kangaroos crossed the road. Greg's quick action had prevented a serious accident.
"Shouldn't be kangaroos here now!" Greg commented. "Probably due to the lack of grass elsewhere." He just started the car again and drove on. It took Colin some minutes to get back his normal breathing.
After another twenty minutes silent drive they reached the entrance sign to the National Park. Minutes later they stopped at something which appeared to be a camping area but there were no people around, and no other cars.
"The park is closed this New Year because of the bushfire rating. Usually this camping area is filled with tourists, both for the volcanic walks and for the study of koalas." Greg parked the car in front of a partly open shelter.
"You think we will see some koalas, sir?" Colin suddenly acted very submissive. The tall man with a very manly attitude owned this country. This was his land, his jurisdiction.
"We will, I'm sure. Just wait until sunset, and you will hear them talking and shouting." Greg opened the small cabin and placed some equipment from the car inside.
"Put your clothes in this, boy!" Greg handed Colin a bag. You can keep your shoes on Ð some of the snakes around can be poisonous. And I'll find you a cap." Greg went inside and returned with a khaki cap. He saw that Colin hesitated.
"We are the only ones here now, and I want you completely naked as long as we are in the National Park. That's how you like it, eh? Teasing old men?" Again he grinned, and again Colin noticed his wrinkles. "Was he serious, orÉ?"
Colin stripped off his khaki shirt. His upper body was well tanned after the stay at the farm, and he knew he was in good shape after the heavy training at the university during the autumn semester. Stripping for this hunk of a man made his body tremble. His nipples became erect because of the breeze.
That morning Colin had put on bikini-sized white underwear instead of the thong he had worn since his arrival in Australia. When he now stripped his khaki shorts, he showed off the tight bikini with a damp patch in the front. He was half-hard, but just the thought about fulfilling the stripping made him rock-hard. Again, he hesitated.
"Go on, kid. Originally the people out here lived naked, you know. You'll get the right feeling. Come on!" Greg held out the open bag. Colin pushed down the underwear. He felt really naked. His pubic hair had started to grow again after shaving it for the swim competition but except for that he was smooth all over. As a sort of reflex he placed a hand in front of his very obvious erection, trying to cover his naked cockhead because the foreskin was behind the glans.
"Don't touch your cock, kid. No wanking. I'm the boss here. From now on, ask for permission, you understand?" Greg took hold of Colin's bikini and placed it in the bag. "I will keep your stuff until we leave the Park, okay?" Greg did not really ask. This was a command.
Colin placed a hand on his dick again. "Aye, I understand, but I have to pee, sir. Very soon!" Colin's eyes were wild.
"Come on then. We don't want piss and shit all over the place, but we give it all back to nature. There's a latrine over here. I'll show you." Greg pushed Colin in front of him to an area just covered with a partly open shelter. "We have, of course, ordinary public toilets here too for the city guys, but I don't want to reopen them just for us. Were you a scout when you were younger?"
"Aye, aye sir. I've been using a homemade latrine occasionally since I was thirteen." Colin grinned and placed himself broad-legged in front of the open ditch. He placed both hands on his back, looked at Greg, smiled and remembered his order. He could manage to piss hand-free, but just now he was rock-hard again.
"I could need some help, sir." Colin looked at the man beside him. "Maybe if you go too, sir, I'll be able toÉ." He closed his eyes when Greg's dry hand found his little stiffy. Then he looked to the side and saw that Greg has opened his fly and now displayed a half-hard monster-cock with a pink cockhead and very visible piss-slit. Colin started the job, but Greg had some problems placing Colin's jet in the ditch. He just let the kid spray around like he always did, when pissing with a heavy erection.
Back at the shelter, Greg sat down outside the car. The sunshine was intense.
"We have to give you sunblock all over twice a day, son, or your skin will be burned. And you need to be in the shade from time to time. Come here, I'll help you." Greg found a huge bottle of strong sunblock cream. For the next fifteen minutes Colin's body was covered by the man's working hands. Colin hadn't been creamed like that since he was a young boy. Greg worked his nose, his ears and his upper body. He worked the nipples until Colin dripped strings of pre-cum down to the ground. He worked Colin's buttocks and he worked his arse crack. Colin couldn't believe why he put fingers into his bum-hole.
"You think the sun will burn me there, sir?" Colin grinned, but opened up very willingly for the man. He purred like a cat.
Colin lifted both legs so the man could cream his lower and upper legs. Greg stopped.
"I'm not allowed to touch my cock, sir, and I'm afraid it's not used to the heavy sunshine. So you'd betterÉsirÉplease." Colin released another drop of shining pre-cum. With two hands Greg did the job. Colin had a ball massage, before the shaft and the glans were covered with Factor 50+ sun lotion.
"I guess that has to do for now, son. I have some inspection work to do. You'll find an old hammock in the shade behind the shelter. Take a nap now and we will walk to the caves after lunch. Please make some tea if you can manage the old stove. But don't burn your jewels!" With a grin, Greg squeezed Colin's greasy nuts and then walked away.
Colin felt very confused when Greg left in the car. He was super-horny after the man's full-body treatment, and he had seen the obvious tenting in the hunk's jeans. It was hot though, and the early morning start had made him sleepy. He found the hammock in the shade at the rear and tried to ignore his dripping hard-on. A bit stressed, but also quite exhausted, he closed his eyes and soon he was far away.
He didn't know how long he had been in the hammock when he was wakened by a strange sound Ð a sound Colin had never heard before. A mix of grunting and snarling was coming from a tree above him. With a hand as a sun-shield, Colin saw the animal near the top on one of the nearest trees. "Wow! There's a koala, almost beside me!" he thought, when the animal continued the deep complaining sound. Just when Colin got up from the hammock Greg came around the side of the shelter.
"You have met Charlie, I see." Greg grinned. "He saw me coming. He's fucking desperate for a female, after losing his last battle. Normally he's silent until sunset, but he's as desperate as you to get relief!" Greg grinned when Colin showed a new, very obvious erection.
"I just followed your order, sir!" Colin almost whispered, and blushed.
"Nice boy Ð good! Now we need some lunch!" Greg turned Colin's cap backwards on his head as he smiled at him with very teasing eyes.
Colin ate like a wolf. The tinned spaghetti bolognese tasted better that any gourmet meal, and he ended by patting his stomach with both hands.
"Thank you, sir. Excellent meal. Charlie seems to be having a nap now, very silent around here!" Colin looked at the man who had stripped off his waistcoat. Shirtless he looked like a god, with well-tanned muscles and trimmed body hair. A darker trail led from the belt to his navel. The hat covered his eyes, but Colin felt that the man was watching him closely. The situation was electric, and even though Colin had relaxed during the meal, he was showing off a stiff pole again.
"Let's take a walk before we prepare for the night." Greg picked up a small bag and put some bottles of water inside it. "I'll show you the volcanic caves, and also how nature itself builds bridges. Just follow me and look out for snakes. They love the heated trails!"
Colin was not at all used to sightseeing in the nude. He felt a tremendous freedom, but at the same time a sort of strange excitement, because Greg gave away few signals. He went in front of Colin, still shirtless, smelling of sweat and naked man.
Presently Greg stopped in front of a cave. He smiled. "You are really something special, kid. You follow my all orders literally. You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Greg opened the bag and handed Colin some water.
"Of course, I want you to fuck me. That's been on my mind since you picked me up this morning. Part of the deal with my uncle, isn't it?" Colin put his hands behind his neck, giving a very provocative display.
"Your uncle? No, I have my orders from my bossÉfrom Kirsty. She wants a full report!" Greg grinned. "Let's start with the academic stuff. The cave is very special." He turned to the entrance. "You have to cover up a bit inside the cave. There are some sharp stones on the ground and a lot of dirt from the bats." He handed Colin a huge t-shirt, double the youngster's size. The robe covered him down to the knees.
"Bats? I hate bats!" Colin was very direct. He shivered when Greg used a torch and showed him hundreds of bats covering parts of the cave.
"Take it easy, boy. They rest now, but they will help us with the insects during night." Greg was close behind Colin when they turned into complete darkness. Colin suddenly slipped and fell backwards. Two strong arms caught him.
"Sorry, sir!" Colin tried to regain balance. From high above he saw a stripe of daylight. Greg turned him around. Seconds afterwards the man's lips met Colin's. Two strong arms kept him close, and Colin's searching tongue was met with a long-lasting deep kiss from the man who had hardly touched him before, except for the job with the sunblock. The boy shivered when Greg's hands inspected his body and cupped his buttocks. Again the two, the man and the boy, kissed hard and intense. Colin pushed his hips forward and was met by the man's rock-hard bulge.
"Please let me suck you, sir! Please, sir!" Colin worked with Greg's belt buckle. "I have to see you now. You have teased me all day, haven't you?" Colin managed to pull down the man's jeans. The bulge in the tight underwear told Colin that this man could compare well with both his dad and his uncle. He sniffed the sweaty fabric and he used his teeth to play with the shaft and the glans, both hardly seen in the sparse light. Greg moaned with lust.
"Paul said you are a great sucker, kid. Show me now. Young Paul knows what he is talking about!" Greg pulled down the sweaty underwear and added, "I taught him myself."
The cock was a dream Ð brown and veiny Ð bent left upwards with a huge mushroom cockhead. Colin went to work without comment. On his knees in the strange costume, he took care of the glistening cockhead. The foreskin moved easy backwards when Colin used his tight lips. A roar was heard inside the cave when Colin let the man bottom in his throat. The well-trained cock-sucker coughed a couple of times, but soon the cock-sucking changed to a real oral fuck. And Colin let the man go on. He would have found his own cock for pleasure, by remembered the order.
Greg was ecstatic; his eyes were dark, and his mouth was partly open. Colin moved Greg's hands, which had been toying with his neck and hair, and placed them on his nipples. The man took the signal and grabbed Colin's erect nubs. With fingers and nails he played with the boy, who was unable to speak since his mouth was filled with a leaking cock. Colin knew what was coming. The cock grew in size and the taste told him that the man was about to serve him his seed. Colin could not hold back. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth even wider. He made room for the spurts from the mouth-milked inspector. At the same time the youngster sent his boy-milk, hands-free, against the inside of his stupid costume. The young orgasm and the man's explosion were overwhelming. Colin, still on his knees, cupped Greg's hairy balls with one hand, and found the cockshaft with the other. Then he cleaned the cock with his tongue and swallowed every drop of spunk.
Standing up, Colin gave Greg his mouth. He felt Greg's hands searching his body. The t-shirt was wet with Colin's heavy orgasm.
"I never touched my cock, sir!" Colin whispered. "You just made me crazy." Colin was stopped Ð again by a kiss inside the volcanic cave.
Well outside in the sunshine, Colin handed Greg the strange robe. "It's more comfortable to stay naked!" Colin grinned. "What will be the report to your boss, sir?"
"I'll tell her that her son is correct. You're a great sucker. The details will make her pussy drip with excitement!" Greg grinned.
"You have sex with your boss?" Colin did not fancy what he heard.
"Have you ever heard of a secretary who isn't screwing the boss? You are too young and naive, baby boy! Let's go on with the sightseeing Ð the natural bridge next." Greg pushed Colin forward. He was very happy to change the discussion to his volcanic specialities.
"Bend over! All the way Ð arse up!" Greg commanded. Colin looked at him, rather frustrated. After a long hot walk, and a heavy supper by the open fireplace, Greg had followed Colin to a small pond nearby. Colin was still naked and was happy to get into the fresh water. Greg had stripped off all his clothes too and the guys had soaped each other and then rinsed each other with a rubber hose. Laughter and almost wrestling had brought the two very close, and Colin had his dripping boner back after the hot treatment from his host.
Colin hesitated. Greg placed an open hand on Colin's shoulder and forced him to bend forward. With the other hand, he put the hose into Colin's arse.
"Not necessary!" Colin shouted. "I will clean myself!" A hose enema was not what he wanted. But Greg went on. The strong man forced the hose inside. The water pressure wasn't strong, but Greg really filled him with the fresh water. Colin howled.
"Stop whining like a teenage girl!" Greg snarled. "Keep tight. Show me your virgin arse! Hold it for ten minutes, then the latrine!"
Colin was very happy that he wasn't followed to the outdoor toilet. He did his business and felt very empty. He was frustrated when Greg gave him another round and then a third one. "That's the cleanest baby-bum I've ever seen!" Greg gave Colin a gentle spank after the last inspection. Despite his feelings of frustration, Colin had to admit that the full service had made him harder and hornier than ever. The closeness to the hunk with the half-hard man-cock also give him a lot of pleasure.
The sun was down and the sounds from the night had started. Charlie, the local koala, had friends or enemies in the trees around and the strange symphony was stunning. Greg found a rough towel and dried his young visitor. It was no loving treatment - more like what Colin remembered from an Arab hammam.
"I have put a blanket in the hammock in case you feel cold during the night, and don't let Charlie keep you awake! You have a long, hot day ahead tomorrow! Goodnight." Greg, wrapped in his towel, went inside the cabin and closed the door.
Colin had never in his life felt more lost. Here he was in the wilderness, as horny as a teenage youngster could be, well prepared for the fuck he longed for, and the man he had adored all day had just left him! He went to the old hammock. The rusty springs would not be pleasant during the night, but he arranged the blanket and lay down. With closed eyes, he damned the situation, and heard Charlie above as if he laughed at him. A stressed Colin did not relax. He was about to find his boner and have a quick wank when he heard footsteps.
"Sweet Colin, do you really think I cleaned you for nothing? Do you really think I could lie in there with a sexy fucker like you outside? I'm just testing you, Colin. You're a tough guy, but I saw some tears in your eyes when I left you. Come on now!" Greg lifted the boy in his arms and carried him into the pleasant berth. Strong lips met Colin's even before he was laid down, and he met the man's eagerness with lips and tongue.
To Colin's surprise Greg placed himself on the back and lifted his legs up against the low roof above. His ass was hairy, but the rosebud was pink and inviting.
"Fuck me now!" Greg commanded.
Colin did not know what to say. "I'm not a fucker. My cock isn't built for pleasing hunks like you," he knelt between the man's legs and kissed his cockhead.
"I don't want that virgin cock, darling. I want your tongue. I want the tongue that made me crazy earlier today. And you know, my arse is cleaner than any pussy, or any cock you have ever sucked. Show me now! Show me your skills, and if you do a good job, I'll see what I can do with your own boy-pussy later on. I have a hot tongue too, you know!" Greg pulled Colin close.
"I know. And please use it to open me sir, but I need this huge one, all the way inside me!" Colin squeezed the man's rock-hard erection with both hands. Then he let his nose and mouth follow the crack to the inviting love-hole. Colin would never start a heavy rimming with a man he hardly knew. He would assume that the hunk in front of him was going to take command and fuck the shit out of him without hesitation.
"Okay!" Colin thought. "Let me see if I am able to make your hairy body tremble!" The man smelled of soap and hot man, nothing else. Colin was hornier than ever before, but he managed to forget his own dripping cock. With an experienced wet tongue, he pleased the crack all the way. He ended at the man's hairy balls and bit them lightly with his front teeth. A drop of pre-cum dripped down the man's veiny cockshaft. Colin caught it with the tip of his tongue and then let the tip follow all the way to the open piss-slit. The super-light touch made the man whimper, almost girlish compared to the noise from the super-horny Charlie outside.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, baby!" was Greg's intelligent comments when Colin again found his rosebud and licked it. With two light fingers Colin opened the man's arse like a girl's cunt and kissed and licked the arse-lips.
"Open! Open your pussy for me. All the way. Let me eat you. Don't hesitate, Greg. Let me be your slutty slave. I'll do anything, anything!" While licking and sucking the opened man-cunt, Colin let his hands and fingers play with the man's body without touching his rock-hard cock. A bit surprised, Colin found that Greg was sucking his fingers.
"You want them inside, don't you sir?" Colin sniffed his fingers, wet with Greg's saliva. He spat in the open hole and let two fingers from each hand stretch the entrance. Greg moaned. Colin did not penetrate him with the fingers, just opened him for his searching tongue, rolled like a small dick. But the tongue was active, not just in and out. Soon Colin felt that the man started to tremble like he hoped. He let Greg wet the fingers again. This time all four fingers penetrated the macho guy. The roar this time was more like Charlie's.
Colin was uncertain what to do. He hoped that Greg would fuck him, but he also knew that this man already was close to an orgasm only a master rimmer and sucker like Colin could give him. Colin had seen macho guys being brought to heaven by the use of hands and mouth before, and Colin wanted to please this hunk. The man lifted his hips and tried to use his bottom muscles when Colin found his prostate with two fingers. Again, Greg roared. At the same time, he placed his hands on Colin's head and forced him down on his hard spear. Colin was happy that Greg only was medium-sized, but the man made him swallow, and then stay. He managed to get some air before the man-milk filled his mouth and dripped out of the mouth's corners. Colin used the fingers inside the man to milk the last drops from his prostate. With a servant's good behaviour, Colin cleaned Greg's cock, balls and open hole. Then he looked at the man and gave him a grin.
"How was that, sir? I hope you don't regret bringing me indoors!" Colin looked at the serious-looking man.
"You want me to carry you back to the hammock, boy, or do you want to sleep with me?" Greg had an arm around the body that had become more than sweaty with the exercise. "And what about your own arse? It would be a shame to keep that clean boy-cunt untouched."
While curling up beside the hairy man, Colin used a hand on Greg's upper leg and pinched the ballsac lightly. The cock that had never turned really soft after ejaculation was soon at full mast once more. "You know how to turn on a man, baby boy!" Greg said. "Your uncle was completely correct."
"Did you discuss me with my uncle, sir? What did he tell you then?" Colin let his hand play with the curly hair above Greg's dick.
"He said you were the tightest lad he had ever fucked, and that you suck like a pro!" Greg grinned when he for the first time saw that Colin blushed. At the same time, he took a deep breath when Colin cupped his balls.
"Tightest lad? He told me he hadn't been on the gay market here!" Colin found Greg's cockhead and squeezed.
"Well, your uncle is a real gunner, and has always been. If a virgin lad started to work for him, he was not a virgin when he left. And they all loved him for it. He's a real man, still friendly with all of them and their families." Greg let Colin wank him, while he found Colin's dripping cock.
"But the boysÉI mean...?" Colin could hardly speak. All of a sudden Greg pressed a finger all the way up his arse.
"Nice cars, nice watches, good money and plenty of sex. Only one rule Ð no drugs, none at all. Queer or straight. What the fuck! It's all about having a good life, isn't it, baby boy?" Greg did not let Colin answer. His mouth and tongue met him in a searching embrace. Seconds later Greg lifted Colin and placed his boy-cunt and prick close to his mouth and nose. For the next twenty minutes Colin was the one to be rimmed and sucked by an experienced tongue. He did what he could to stay calm, but in vain. Hands-free, he spunked off, all over the man beneath him. It went over his hairy upper body, his face and his mouth and unlike most machos Greg was happy for every drop of boy-milk coming from the lad.
"Your arse is clean like a young kid's, Colin love, so I guess you are ready for sleep, eh?" Greg grinned. "But look what you have done to my cock. He seems to want more. What do you say, Colin?"
"If you hadn't wanted to fuck me, I would have gone to a therapist and asked if something was really wrong with me, sir. Please, please. Fuck me to another Australian heaven." Colin turned around. "But please use some cream, sir. The hose outside and your fucking tongue have dried me out." With arms and head low, and his inviting butt partly open, Colin waited for Greg's oily fingers and very soon he felt a warm cockhead ready for entrance. As if in slow motion Greg forced his cock inside. Colin was tight after the day's actions and play, and he did what he could to give Greg the feeling of a first-timer's tight cunt, but soon he wanted more. He wanted a hard fuck, and he wanted to feel a real man's action.
"Please, sir. Don't be polite, I'm not a virgin, you know that. I'm a slut, and I know you want to be the boss. Go on! Go on! Fuck me hard, let me cum again, and if I cum, please continue. I wantÉyouÉsir." He couldn't speak because Greg bottomed him again and again. "I wantÉyouÉ toÉremember me! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" For the second time in a short period Colin spunked hands-free, but Greg did not stop. He turned Colin around and fucked him from the side in the narrow bed, before he turned him around again and fucked him from below. The bed creaked and the air was dripping wet when he let Colin ride him and do the finishing job. Finally Greg spunked off inside Colin's body and continued fucking while man-cream made splashing sounds and dripped from the swollen cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, wank me sir, please, please!" Colin was like a doll beside Greg. He wished he could have taken care of his own cock just now, but a rule is a rule. The sweating, tired National Park inspector did not slow down. He milked his visitor to a final orgasm, and this time he was the one that cleaned Colin of the dripping clear juice.
The morning sun was teasing the young boy in the hammock. Greg was carrying a mug of black coffee.
"How was your night, Colin? Did Charlie keep you awake? I was a bit sorry placing you out here last night, but you know I snore. Hope you had a hot dream!" Greg grinned, handed Colin the coffee and went back into the shelter. Colin placed the mug beside the hammock, and then he lifted his butt and found his boy-pussy. No doubt he had been heavily fucked, orÉ? Charlie gave him a silent morning roar. This was to be Colin's second day in the National Park.
"It's a pity swimming is not allowed." Colin and Greg had stopped at a volcanic lake at the end of the park. "It's really hot today and it would have been nice to cool down in the water."
"Seems like you need to cool down okay!" Greg grinned. His eyes found Colin's erection. The lad had been more or less stiff since they started the ride on the stony paths. "We may change our plans a bitÉjump inside the car again. You have a swimsuit? There's a lake just outside the park, not too many visitors, but there are families. Australia is quite conservative, you know."
"So I have to dress to do some swimming even though you have kept me naked for 24 hours!" Colin shook his head. "Strange!" He spread his legs. Greg had problems keeping his eyes on the track, and Colin had teased the man all morning.
"What about your own boner, sir? Seems you need to cool down too." Colin put a hand on the man's bulge. "Will you swim with me, sir?" The car stopped by a small beach. The water was very inviting.
"You may use these, kid!" Greg handed Colin a pair of speedos - Aussiebum brand.
"I'm happy that nobody from my company is present. I would have been fined if they saw me in a speedo from a competitor! Who wears this tiny outfit?" Colin had trouble covering up his erection in the small bikini.
"They are my son's. He's only fifteen, but a huge lad, and he loves the tight speedosÉor budgie-smugglers as he likes to call them." Greg stripped off his shorts and found another tight item of swimwear. Colin watched the sexy stallion.
"I'm glad that you haven't followed the American way of dressing for the beach!" Colin swallowed. The man's bulge was huge.
"Are we here just to chat, boy? Thought you wanted to cool down. First man to reach the white house on the other sideÉ come on!" Greg climbed onto the small bridge and dived into the water before Colin had tied his trunks. Midway, Colin passed the man with long hard strokes. When he reached the white house, he just turned and relaxed. "Welcome, sir. Lovely water!" Colin was met by a teasing water splash.
"Didn't know you were a champion swimmer, boy! Far from the lad who showed his naked bum to screaming girls last month!" Greg rested close to Colin.
"You saw that picture? A planned accident, with 500 Euros from an Italian newspaper in return." Colin dipped his curls into the water.
"My son showed it to me. He got it from Paul, I guess." Greg smiled. "You love to show off your body, Colin? Done some public stripping perhaps? See the girls over there! MaybeÉ?" He pointed at a nearby bridge.
"For women, no. But I've done some shows Ð private shows. Secret shows." Colin winked. Greg pinched Colin's bulge underneath the water.
"Porn?" Greg whispered even though the two were alone.
"Aye. I guess you might call it porn. I call it stage art!" Colin grinned.
"Ever been fucked in front of an audience?" Greg was suddenly very intense and very direct in his questions.
"You would have liked to watch perhaps?" Colin winked. "Let's do five rounds, Greg. Think you are a stayer!" Colin returned the man's pinching.
An hour later and the two competitors relaxed in the shade beside the lake. Colin was almost fully asleep and Greg used a hand to caress the young body again and again.
Charlie had welcomed them back to the camping ground. Colin had kept his speedo on during the return, but now he stripped and stayed naked while Greg prepared a light evening meal. The man had made some phone calls and Colin had ended the day's exercise with some relaxed jogging on the volcanic path. Now the meal was over and the scenery was fulfilled with a group of kangaroos that suddenly jumped into the ground, looked around, and disappeared into the dry forest.
"They search for food, poor creatures!" Greg said. "It's too hot for them out here just now."
The evening job with the hose was done with a lot of laughter and the two men relaxed side by side in the hammock. Greg had found the bag that contained Colin's clothes.
"Time to dress and go back to civilisation, baby boy." Greg patted Colin's wet curls.
"But we don't leave until tomorrow, do we? I feel happy naked, sir, and I love seeing you naked too. You have a great body!" Colin put his head close to Greg's upper body and combed the man's body hair with his fingers.
"We'd better dress now, Colin. You see I have invited some guests tonight." Greg handed the clothes over to Colin. He saw that Colin looked disappointed and hesitated with the dressing. "Don't look like a loser, baby boy. You will own the evening and the night, trust me!" Greg winked.
Minutes later Greg had organised tables and chairs and switched on some small lamps. "No open fires allowed, sorry for that, but you know the rules." Just then a jeep stopped outside the shelter and three men jumped out. Greg greeted them and helped them to carry boxes of beer and containers with ice up to the `party scene'.
"Meet young Colin. He's the star tonight. You better take good care of him. He's Boss's nephew you know. And not just a stripper, but a damn good swimmer as well!" Greg was one big joke and Colin was comfortable, even if he wasn't quite sure that he liked how he had been introduced. The men had already started with the beers and Colin was hugged tight like an old mate.
"Ken, Bob and Jim have all worked for your uncle. They are damn good mechanics, and even better poker playersÉand happy to empty some bottles too. Find a cold beer for the youngster, guys!" Greg made room for the visitors. "Young Ken is just a baby himself, but Bob and Jim are just legal!" Some manly laughter followed. Colin guessed that the one called Ken could be in his thirties, while the others were about Greg's age.
A meal of burgers and a lot of beer ended when the sun was hiding behind the peaks. Colin had been rather silent during the meal. The talk had been of politics and cars and Colin had listened to the men speaking Australian-English, getting more and more local when as the beer bottles were emptied.
"Time for some fun. I think we are boring our young guest." Ken, the youngest, all of a sudden placed an arm around Colin's shoulder. "You told us the Scot was a stripper, Greg. He's very properly dressed. Overdressed for this heat, I would say!"
"You play poker, kid?" Bob found a deck and started shuffling the cards.
"We could use some extra money, you know!" Jim had a bright grin when he cupped his own crotch.
"Don't think I brought any cash out here, guys. Maybe Greg wouldÉ?" Colin looked at his host.
"No money tonight, guys. We play old-fashioned strip poker." Greg cleared the table.
"Strip poker?" Colin exclaimed. "I'm almost naked already! Unfair!"
"Even better!" Bob started to deal the cards.
Colin played better than the visitors believed. The poker nights on campus last year had taught him a thing or two. Bob was the first one to lose his last piece of clothing. He stripped off his baggy shorts without shyness. The other lads applauded when he cupped his hairless balls and pulled on the well-grown dick. Colin swallowed. He could not keep his eyes on the cards and he felt his own dick grow inside his tight shorts.
"You lost, babe! Concentrate!" Greg shouted. "Bob isn't the only fully-grown guy here. Show us what you've got."
Colin turned around and like a professional stripper he let his shorts fall. He wiggled his butt and bowed before he turned his front to the table. He did not hide his erection. He just sat down and picked up his new set of cards.
Again, Colin played well. Greg was prepared for the show. He had even put two pairs of socks on. Jim was the next to lose his last item. He did what he could to hide his dick when pulling down his underwear. No doubt he was rock-hard. There was a smell of man-sex in the air when Colin lost again.
"I have no more to offer, guys!" Colin grinned. "How can I pay?"
"Climb onto the table, boy. Kneel. Hands behind your neck, cock forward. Give us a taste of your honey." Ken was in command now. He still had his boxers left.
In a short session all three sucked Colin with great skill while three pairs of hands touched every part of the young body. The crack was split and wet fingers opened his boy-cunt and tried to enter his most secret part. Colin was already close to the edge and about to spit his load. He hadn't touched a cock yet and hoped for a lot more.
With sort of begging eyes, he looked at Greg. The man took the signal. "Okay lads, the payment is accepted. New cards!"
Colin played the cards like a real winner for a while, but soon he lost again.
"Your choice, Colin. Help yourself." Greg pointed at the three naked men - three tanned and slightly hairy men, all ready for sex.
Colin smiled. "Stand up guys. Hands behind your back and hips forward, please!" He crawled on his knees from man to man and offered them his very best oral sex. Three dripping horny men, went from passive receiving to active mouth-fucking during the next ten minutes. With tears and laughter he let the men throat-fuck him. Colin felt that something was happening behind him, and soon he felt oily fingers entering his arse. He lifted his body a bit and opened up for Greg's fingers - fingers that soon gave the boy a prostate massage only a professional could give. Colin gave Greg every possible encouragement. His arse muscles fought the intruder, but instead Greg added a third finger. Colin was moaning and trembling.
"On your knees, guys!" Greg commanded while he lifted Colin with the fingers inside his love tunnel. Colin was about to faint in the hot night, but Greg used his other hand to hold him and to pinch his stiff nipples.
"I'm cumming, guys. Cumming, cumming!" Colin started to spread his white jets over the kneeling men. The shooting was more intense than Colin had felt for a while. The pressure on his prostate was just between pain and joy and Greg milked every drop of cum out of the young body.
"Give him some back, lads. Drench him!" Greg locked Colin's body with strong arms while the three visitors wanked furiously near his head and body. Greg opened Colin's mouth with strong fingers when the first man delivered. Colin also received man-milk all over his face from the youngest lad, while Bob placed his cock inside his mouth and filled him with his seed.
Greg turned Colin around and pushed his upper body down on the table. Colin knew what was coming and spread his legs while he lifted his hips. Greg's huge cock penetrated him without problems, and docked the oily lad with his weapon. Soon Colin felt that a smaller cock replaced the huge one, and then another one, and then back to Greg who was deep-fucking him hard and tender at the same time. Colin spunked off hands-free again, dripping and dripping, and felt some wet spunk filling him from behind and some spurting up his back. He felt as if he was about to faint, but Greg kissed him and gave him water. Then he lifted Colin and carried him to the hammock.
For a while Colin heard the men laughing and chatting. Then he heard Charlie with some primal shouts from the treetop. He sailed away to dreamland on a wave of satisfaction.
The sun hit Colin's face. It was early morning. He was spooning behind Greg inside the cabin. With a hand, Colin searched the naked man. A rock-hard impression made Colin smile. Maybe there would be another hot day before he met his daddy and his uncle back in Melbourne.
"This is the captain speaking. We will be landing in thirty minutes. The weather at Glasgow Airport is fine. Western winds, occasional showers and three degrees. Welcome home. Have a nice weekend!" Colin groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Welcome home, love. You think Kenny will be here to meet us?" Bill kissed his son's cheek.
"I'm sure. He said in an email that he can't wait to see us. You think I have changed, Daddy? With me speaking like an Australian, I mean?" Colin was happy that the long flight was to end. The gift from Ruairidh had been welcome. They received upgrade tickets to business class, first on the flight from Melbourne to Hong Kong, then the same on the overnight flight from Hong Kong to London. The three hours waiting at Heathrow because of some technical problem, had been the worst part of the journey but they were finally almost home.
"Donald said he would visit us this summer," Bill said.
"Yes, and Ian wants to meet me again too. You know I had to suck him clean at the airport before we left?" Colin grinned.
"I thought it was Paul who followed you to the toilets?" Bill smiled.
"They both did Ð a sort of fight Ð they both won!" Colin found Bill's hand and closed his eyes. The western wind in Scotland was heavy. The plane shook like a toy when they hit the runway. Australia was really far away.
To be continued