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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 37 (Homecoming/Uncle George)
"Sorry Dad, but I'm not coming home this weekend." Colin was phoning Bill after his last lecture Friday. "I just talked to Boyd. Uncle George has been in hospital again. Not very serious, but he is staying in a recovery home close to his home village for now."
"Sad news, Colin dear. You are going to visit him then, I guess." Bill was unhappy to hear about the 80-year-old man who was one of Colin's best mature friends.
"Aye! I want to see him as soon as possible. I will drive north as soon as I have talked to Kenny. Kenny had planned to come home with me. His car is in the garage again, you see." Colin was hurrying from the cafeteria after a light sandwich.
"Tell Kenny he's welcome to come on his own. Johnnyboy stays with me while Bruce is in America, but you know there are enough beds." Bill had looked forward to seeing both Colin and Kenny for the weekend. Colin hadn't been home since their return from Australia, and horrible wintery weather had kept him mostly indoor. "Be careful, son. The weather forecast suggested heavy snow in the Highlands."
"Boyd has offered me his four-wheel-drive car for the weekend. Both he and Doug are working full-time for the next few days. Take care, Dad. I love you!" Colin spoke as he hurried into the security office at the university gate.
"I love you too, Baby. Call me as soon as you are in the village, okay?" Bill was a worried father.
Boyd opened the door and handed Colin the car keys. "I just talked to the old folks centre. A fight is going on. Uncle wants to go back to his own house, but the doctors don't agree." 45-year-old Boyd was worried. His uncle had experienced some heart problems in recent years, but the stubborn old man was his own master. "Doug and I will be home on Monday to take care of things, and you know our second cousin down the road can give a hand too."
Colin hurried home to the flat and packed up warm clothes, some drinks and some food. "You have to buy some new stuff, Kenny. I'm in a hurry. Call Dad and find a train. He will meet you at the station. See you Monday evening. Don't fuck the shit out of young Johnnyboy. He's sensitive you know, not used to that rod of yours!" Colin pinched Kenny's half-hard cock that was very visible inside his baggy shorts.
"You have time for a quickie, Kiddo?" Kenny returned the touching by grabbing his fuckbuddy's buttocks.
"Sorry buddy, but I plan to reach Uncle George's village before it's too dark Ð there's snow up there." Colin put on a thick sweater. He did not feel sorry for his roommate. The two had fucked night and day since Colin had returned from Australia.
"How are you, Uncle George?" Colin rushed into the darkened room on the second floor in the home for the elderly. George was lying in bed but a huge smile greeted the youngster. Colin hugged him and kissed him.
"I'm fine, Colin love, but I'm treated like a kid Ð put to bed and washed like a baby." Uncle George tried to sit up in bed.
"Be careful, Mr McGregor. I'll bring your sleeping pills soon!" An elderly nurse was standing in the doorway.
"Sleeping pills, damn! If we had been in my house I would have given you a real shag Colin; better than any sleeping pill!" The lady had disappeared before the old man had made his harsh comment.
Colin sat beside the bed and placed a searching hand underneath the duvet. He found the opening in the hospital pyjamas and touched the flaccid, veiny cock. Some light strokes, and some play with the glans and the foreskin and Uncle George showed his young friend that he was capable of the action he just mentioned.
A clock nearby struck nine. There was a heavy snowfall outside. Colin gave the growing boner some jerks. The old man moaned and placed a hand on Colin's neck. "Wish you could jump into bed with me, lad. Please let me touch you!" His old dry hand found Colin's butt and let a finger touch the entrance. Colin sighed quietly.
"I'll see the nurse tomorrow morning," Colin said. "It's Saturday, and no doctor will be around but I'll see what I can do about taking you home. Now I'm going to find your house and get it heated. Be nice to the ladies around here." He grinned, and gave the man's hard-on a final jerk before he gave his old friend a tight warm kiss. Uncle George put his arms around the young body as if he didn't want him to leave. The lady was back, and Colin gave her a bright smile too. She blushed.
To his surprise a young man was clearing the snow outside Uncle George's house. "I saw you arriving earlier and guessed you would be staying overnight. I'm Chris." He gave Colin his hand. "I run the pizza business now, and I was here the evening McGregor was sent to hospital. I was so worried. He's such a fine man, and he has been so kind to me, a newcomer in the village."
"Uncle George is fine. He wants to come home, but I think he is better where he is just now, in this weather. Come inside, I'll have to get the room heated." Colin brushed snow from his coat and boots.
"I'll better get back to my business. Friday night can be busy. You want me to bring you something later? I can bring you a pizza on my way home tonight. I live just over there." The ebony-coloured youngster had a bright white smile but looked a bit `out of season' with his knitted hat covered by the falling snow. Before Colin was able to answer, the slim youngster hurried off down the street. The falling snow could be seen in the few streetlights. Colin went back inside. Dry wood and a well-prepared fireplace were what Colin needed. Soon the kitchen was both cosy and heated. Colin had undressed completely and was wrapped up in a warm blanket when the electricity disappeared. Through the window he could see that the street was all dark too, and so was the clock in the church tower.
Colin was about to fall asleep when his mobile phone gave a well-known ringtone. Bill was calling. Colin was sorry he hadn't called when he arrived in the village, but was happy to tell Bill that all was okay.
"I heard on the news about the snowstorm sweeping the Highlands. Many villages have lost electricity." Bill was upset.
"I know, Daddy. I'm here, and all is dark, but I have a fire in the wood stove. I left Uncle George just half an hour ago and he's fine. Please relax. How are you? Has Kenny arrived?" Colin asked.
"Aye, Kenny is here. Not happy for the storm. We have rain and some heavy lightening rather than snow." Colin heard that Bill was smiling now.
"So he has an excuse to stay in bed with you then!" Colin teased.
"I'm here, Kiddo. I'm being taken care of!" Kenny gave his comment.
"Why don't you turn on Face-Time, guys. You are in bed, I assume!" Colin was able to see a very unclear picture of his buddy in bed with his dad's arm around Kenny's naked upper body.
"We can't see you, Kiddo!" Kenny shouted now.
"Well it's all dark here, just the paraffin lamp, that's why you can't see me. But I'm alone and wish I was in bed with you guys. But seriously, I'm fine. A bit tired though. Think I will manage to sleep without you shagging me tonight, Kenny." A flash of lightening lit the two in bed.
"Don't you dare to fuck my daddy, Kenny. He gained some horrible habits Down Under, and I can't manage to please him, you know." Colin grinned.
"Mind your own habits, son. If you were here we could have fucked the shit out of you. But spare your bum for Uncle George, honey. I'm sure you are his best medicine!" Bill's voice was unclear, the picture disappeared, and the telephone crackled.
Colin heard heavy boots on the steps outside. Somebody tried to get rid of the snow. Well inside, Colin recognised the silhouette of Joseph, Uncle George's good friend and the village's tailor.
"What the hell are you doing out in this stormy weather, sir? Come inside and close the door, please." Still wrapped in the blanket, the barefoot Colin went up to the wood stove and added some more wood.
"I saw the carÉguessed it was one of the boys. I didn't know it was you, Colin dear. I'm so worried for George. I heard he was sent to hospital and that young Chris was here when he collapsed. Sad business! Sad indeed!" The man was upset.
"Calm down, sir. Uncle George is fine. I've just seen him at the old folks' centre. He was not happy to be put to bed like a kid. Said he would have loved to be in bed with me instead!" Colin grinned at the eighty year old city-guy who had moved to the Highland village after retiring from his business in Edinburgh. Uncle George had called him a `tomcat' and Colin still remembered the man's hands and his mouth when he sucked him after trying on a kilt during their first meeting.
"Please hang up your wet coat sir, and please take a seat. I was about to make some tea when the electricity was cut off." Colin got up from the kitchen-couch. The blanket fell to the floor. In the dim light the naked lad crossed the floor.
"My God, you look like an angel, Colin dear. You should never wear clothes," the man whispered.
"That would be back for your business, sir. I'm very happy with the old kilt you restored. It's perfect. And the old sweater is perfect in this weather." Colin tried to organise the blanket better.
"Let me help you, love. It's rather cold to wander naked in here." With caring hands, the man caressed Colin's upper body and let one hand follow the spine down to his butt.
"Angel!" he whispered. "Angel!" When he tried to wrap up the lad, he could not but let an open hand touch the already stiff boy-dick. It was no accident. Colin looked at the white-haired handsome man with the searching hands.
"Please let me suck you this time, sir. Let me taste your juice like you had mine the last time I met you. You liked it, didn't you, sir?" Colin let the man put his arms around him. He sent some thoughts to Uncle George. The old man had asked him to please the tailor with his tasteful boy-milk as an honour for the job with the kilt, now he wanted to please the man who was so worried for his uncle.
Joseph hesitated. He was very flattered by the offer, but they were both in his good friend's kitchen. Colin made it easy for him. He had already found the man's half-hard tool. Like Uncle George, the old tailor was very well hung. Colin weighed the hairless, low-hanging balls with one hand while he pulled back the foreskin with the other. A loud gasp was heard when Colin used his lips around the now fully erect gentleman. The horny lad did not stop, he just sucked the huge cock all the way. Without coughing, he swallowed the veiny hard-on.
"I have never, neverÉ" Joseph had problems talking and let his fragile hands play with the lad's upper body. Colin withdrew a bit and Joseph took command. He locked Colin's head with his hands, and mouth-fucked him with great intensity. After a while he stopped. "Give me your cock, Colin, and please let me lick your arse. Your globes are great and I'm sure your tunnel tastes good too."
"But sir, Uncle GeorgeÉ" Colin was not fully ready for this event with his adopted uncle in a sickbed not far away.
"Save your arse for George, son. But please let me have a taste. George wouldn't protest." Joseph managed to turn Colin around. The old tongue that took care of him did a great job. Sitting on the man's face being sucked, licked and wanked was too much. Colin knew he was close to cumming, but wanted to give the old tailor some pleasure too. He lowered his mouth onto the man's cock again and this time Joseph let him keep it. A howl told Colin that the old man was close. Colin managed to get his normal breath back and let the eighty-year old fill his mouth with spunk. At the same time Colin let go too. Joseph managed to swallow Colin's tiny dick and did not miss a drop of the boy-milk shooting from the young balls.
Down to earth again, Joseph wrapped Colin in the blanket, before he dressed for the winter weather outside. Again Colin heard the sound of boots, and again someone dripping with snow entered the now very hot kitchen. The black pizza-guy had done what he had promised. Not less than three pizzas were afterwards heated on the old black stove. Chris had done this before.
"Please sit down, guys. Uncle George would have loved a party, so why not? I even brought some real craft beer from Glasgow!" Colin, still naked and wrapped in the blanket, sat down in the kitchen lit only by the fire in the wood stove and a single oil-lamp.
"Did you stay with George the night he collapsed?" Some beers and all the pizza were gone. Joseph looked at the ebony guy. He was met by silence.
"Did he fuck you that night, Chris?" Colin asked more direct.
"He was like a stallion. He had used your pills, sir! He wanted to go on, and on." Young Chris just whispered.
"Okay guys, no more speculations. I'll see Uncle George tomorrow. And thank you, both of you, for keeping me company this dark and cold evening." Colin hugged both Joseph and the pizza-guy before he sent them out in the snow. He collected a duvet from the bedroom and made himself comfortable for the night on the kitchen sofa-bench.
Uncle George was sitting in the lobby fully dressed when Colin arrived the centre the next morning. A bit impatient, he got up when he saw the youngster coming towards him. Colin hurried up to the man and hugged him, and then he kissed him, and kissed him again. Uncle George was suddenly one big smile. He even smiled at the elderly lady who handed Colin a bag with uncle's belongings.
"You'd better take care, Mr McGregor. You are not twenty anymore. Remember that!" The lady winked at Colin.
"Neither of us are, milady! Thank you for a pleasant stay. I'm sure the young lad here will look after me." Uncle George winked back and put an arm around a blushing Colin. The sun was shining in the main street, and the electricity had been back when Colin woke up that morning. Even though he had heated the old hot water tank the night before, electricity made it easier.
"Thank you for looking after me, Colin love. The boys were so scared. No real problem, my heart is perfect the doctors said." The eighty year old man was back in his home preparing a cup of tea for himself and his young companion.
"I had two visitors last night, both worried about you, Uncle!" Colin had changed to his old highland kilt before he went to fetch George.
"Yes, I understand from Joseph that you had pizza. A young habit, but it's nice that you met Chris. Poor lad, poor lad, but very handsome." George smiled at Colin.
"He said you were like a stallion that night, Uncle. In my eyes, you were very normal then. You are always a stallion when you make love to me. Yes, Joseph was with us. He talked about some pills." Colin tried not to make his old lover embarrassed.
"Aye, damn pills. Joseph brought them from Thailand, you know. It's an old man's pleasure to feel his tool work like a teenager's. You will probably never understand. And you are here too rarely, Colin love. You're better than any pill, you see! I guess you felt that last night. I could even have fucked the old nurse after your visit!" Uncle George was one big smile. He went up to Colin and kissed him, very deep, very loving, and very different from his normal behaviour.
"Do we make love now or do you care for a cup of tea first?" The old man had one hand underneath Colin's kilt. He was pleased by the touch, and so was Colin.
"Mr McGregor, sir! The bathroom is hot, and I have found the old horse-whip, and tested the ropes as you probably have seen." Colin had trouble speaking when the old man squeezed his balls. "You are the boss sir, but honestly, your fresh tea is tempting too!"
"But why the horse-whip, boy?" George poured the tea.
"To tell me who the real boss is around here, and to show me you don't have to rely on some Thai junk!" Colin slurped the tea like the old hunter on the other side of the table. His young cock was iron-hard and dripping inside the rough kilt.
"Come here, Colin. Let me look at you. My eyes are not what they used to be, but my hands are still good." George let Colin stand close in front of him. With shaky hands, he unbuttoned Colin's shirt before he helped him to get rid of the sexy singlet. The rough treatment, and the colder air in the kitchen made the boy's nipples rise like brown candies. With fingers like pinches, George squeezed the boy-tits until tears dripped from the youngster's eyes. He whimpered and felt his pre-cum wet the old kilt.
"You are still a tough boy, aren't you?" George used his fingernails to make the nipples blood red.
Colin did not answer. He used his hands to open the kilt and let it fall to the floor. His erection was wet and his cockhead was red from the rough material of the old kilt. He slid a hand down the old man's back inside the wool-shirt. Uncle George was happy for the warm, comforting hand.
"Turn around, dear. Let me see your pussy. Still no hair, baby boy, and as tight as when you rode me for the first time at the cottage." George let Colin lie upon his lap. He spread Colin's legs and found the pink entrance. Colin knew that his old uncle wasn't into sucking or rimming so he was a bit surprised when George spat in his arsecrack and put two wet fingers into his boy-cunt.
"Nice, damn nice!" George mumbled and made a sort of hook with his fingers. Colin was close to cumming when George lifted his bum by the hook. The treatment of his prostate made him drip clear juice onto the old man's lap.
"Don't you pee on me, baby. Don't wet my outfit!" A flat hand hit one of the boy's buttocks and then the other.
"But I have to piss, Uncle. I really have to - the tea, you know - and your fingers are driving me crazy. You help me pee, Uncle?" Colin suddenly acted like a young boy again. He moved down from the lap Ð fully naked now, and still smooth after the shaving in Australia.
George cupped Colin's balls as if he was weighing them, and then he played lightly with the naked cockhead and opened the piss-slit for some more drops of pre-cum. "You are my baby, my baby!" He let one hand caress the shaved pubic bone while the other went back to the sore tits.
"Let me undress you, Uncle. It's warm here by the stove." Colin helped the old man to strip off his casual clothes. With both hands, he found Uncle George's low-hanging balls and his half-hard veiny cock. Colin's treatment made the cock grow, and like a tied calf, George let Colin drag him through the alcove and into the strange bathroom at the back of the house Ð strange because it was more like a countryside wash-house than a bathroom in a village.
"You have to help me, Uncle. I'm too hard to piss; you made me so horny." Colin was standing in front of the old-fashioned stone toilet with his stiff prick between two fingers.
"Lie down, and pee like the baby you are!" George placed Colin back down on a stone bench used for laundry. Colin curled his toes and rested on his heels. He placed his hands behind his neck to be comfortable. Now he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Yellow streams flew from the stiff 10 cm (4 inch) rock-hard dick. The stream increased and soon there was a fountain spreading the liquid all around. Colin paused and lifted his body from the bench. With only his feet and shoulders touching the bench, the young athletic body was like a bridge with a horizontal pole at the top. Without shyness, he opened his mouth again and the last of the yellow flow hit the target. With a grin, he smiled and licked his lips.
"I need more juice, Uncle. Go on. Last time I was here, you pissed like a teenager!" Colin was still on the bench when George let his golden liquid drench him from toes to face. Colin opened up and let the last drops fill his mouth. "Thank you, Uncle. I'm really your bitch now. Why don't you hang me up for drying?" Colin stood up and went over to the set of chains hanging from the ceiling.
"Here you prepare your hunting trophies, right?" The still piss-wet Colin put his hands into prepared cuffs. George organised the chains and ropes. Colin was lifted from the floor, but then lowered again until his feet touched the floor.
"More sheep than hunting trophies this time of the year, I'm afraid!" George had found the old horsewhip Colin had prepared. He tried the whip through the air, hitting his own open hand.
"You sure you want this, Colin? You don't need to pretend for me. I love you, you know." George hit his own leg twice.
"Show me the real man. Show me the hunter. Show me the man I adore. Stay hard sir, stay really hard, and then fuck me. Fuck me like what you wanted last night!" Colin was still drenched in piss.
"Some wild horses have to be blindfolded if you want them to obey," George said and went up to Colin with a dark scarf. With trembling hands, he put the scarf around Colin's head. He then caressed the front of Colin's body, gave the small cock some jerks, and then let his own stiff stallion-cock tease the open arsecrack.
Colin moaned at the touch of the cock. What Colin didn't see was that George changed the whip. Instead of the whip with the prickly endings that could really hurt and give burned marks on soft boy-skin, George found a riding-crop with leather patches. No doubt this would hurt too, and give some red marks, but no broken skin.
The sound of the strokes was companied by soft yelps from Colin. George let the buttocks and the upper legs feel the crop until the skin was pink. Then he went close and comforted him with his open hand. "Give me more, sir. Please give me more!" A long thread of pre-cum dripped from the rock-hard dick down to the piss-wet floor.
Another round followed, a bit harder this time. The riding-crop wandered from upper legs to buttocks and lower back. The skin was darker, some turning red, when George gave Colin a set of final strokes.
"Now young man, let's see how tough you are." With a grin George found a water hose. The cold water made Colin scream for the first time. "Don't you think we have to clean up here? It smells like a piss-house." George finished the job with the hose. Minutes later he freed Colin from the chains, lifted him and carried him to the old-fashioned stone bathtub where the lad had prepared plenty of hot water for this occasion.
Half an hour later, the two men were wrapped in old-fashioned bathrobes, having washed each other from head to toes, no parts excepted. When George had done Colin's lower parts, first with soap, and later with cream, Colin had felt like a visitor to a luxurious spa on the continent. He later gave the eighty-year-old man the same pampered treatment.
"Better than the old nurse, eh, Uncle?" Colin whispered when he worked on the man's hard tool.
Inside George McGregor's alcove the two followed a sort of ritual. The bottom guy wanted his old uncle to take command, but he knew that he was expected to be the young athlete and take the more active role. George ended up on his back while Colin worshiped his cock and balls. Then, after applying some cream to his own boy-cunt, Colin climbed onto the waiting body. With one leg on each side, he spread his arse and let the old man penetrate him. The thick erection was met by Colin's love tunnel and soon Colin started his ride.
"I'm so happy, Uncle. I was afraid we couldn't make love again. You areÉ ehÉ heÉ" Colin could not speak. Uncle George was not passive anymore. From underneath he fucked his young rider. With closed eyes, Colin just received, and when the old man gave him some tit massage in addition to the pounding, he couldn't keep his load back. The old, well-practiced cock more than filled the youngster, and Colin's prostate was hit again and again.
"I'm cumming, Uncle, sir, sorry, I'm cumming!" Hands-free Colin sprayed his white cream all over the old man's body. Again and again he pumped his load. Long strings of white seed hit the grey-haired body.
Colin knew the next part of the ritual. Uncle George fed him his own spunk. "New habits, very modern, very hot!" George grinned. Now he knew he would get his reward. Colin was a master with his arse muscles. He had trained them nearly every day and night with his roommate who couldn't get enough. Kenny's 26 cm (10 inch) cock, not too thick, had been perfect from their first fuck.
Now Colin used his skills to keep his uncle rock-hard and fuck him with his arse as if he was the born top. Soon Colin's own dick was back ready for more treatment. George knew that and gave the lad a ball and cock massage better than any professional. Colin was afraid that he would cum again before George reached the top, but soon he heard the man's breathing change. Again George managed to meet the youngster. When Colin gasped in a new orgasm, cupped by his uncle's hands this time, George spunked off deep inside his young lover. The old man's body was red with excitement, and Colin was afraid that something was wrong. "You see Colin, baby, you're my best medicine." George was one big smile. "Maybe I should tryÉ give me your wet little beautyÉ"
Colin crawled forward and gave George his wet cock. For the first time, he watched Uncle George taking a dick in his mouth, and when he next watched him lick his cum-drenched fingers, he knew that his uncle was ready for more funÉeven if he just was back from hospital. Colin drifted off to sleep curled up in his uncle's arms and did not wake up until he smelled that food was being prepared in the kitchen.
"I need some help, young man. I thought I knew the way to Kelvingrove, but now I'm lost." A tall, strange man, dressed in a black leather jacket and even a leather cap, stopped Colin in the centre of Glasgow. The man was not properly dressed for the cold weather.
"Aye, you really are far from where you want to be, sirÉand you will have a long walk to Kelvingrove Park. Are you looking for the art gallery? I would take a bus if I were you." Colin went close to the man and looked at the map he was unfolding. Colin couldn't help smiling. "I don't think this map is useful today, sir. Big changes in the city since this map was drawn!" Colin pointed out the way from St Vincent Street to Kelvingrove. "I'm on my way to the university so if you please I can find a bus for both of us."
Colin looked at the man, probably a bit older than his own dad, with blue eyes and grey goatee. A colourful scarf in a rainbow pattern gave some cover against the western wind. Colin gave the man his hand. "I'm Colin!" he said. "I'm happy to help you, sir." The man had seemed at bit confused. The young linguistic student was already checking out the man's origin.
"I'm Fred, Norwegian," the man answered. The handshake was hard and tight and his eyes smiled. "The name means peace in Norwegian!"
"I know!" Colin said. "A lot of Freds were born just after the war, I've heard." He gave a signal to the arriving bus.
"You're here on holiday, sir? Not the best time of the year for a visit, eh?" Colin was curious.
"No, I'm here on business, but on my very first visit to Scotland as a schoolboy, I went to the Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery to see a famous painting." Again the man looked down in his ancient guidebook. "You have heard of Salvador Dali Ð the crazy painter?"
"Of course, and his `Christ of Saint John of the Cross' is the icon of this museum still. Not a favourite of mine, but I'll help you to get there." Colin, who had been on his way home to meet Kenny and his rugby mates for lunch, left the bus some blocks away from his student apartment.
"What's your favourite here, Colin?" Fred talked as if he wanted Colin to follow him.
"As a kid I loved the elephant, and the aeroplane. Now, honestly, it's the statue of Elvis Presley!" Colin grinned. He tested the man, and the man tested him. The next two hours were joyful and different. They ended up listening to an organ maestro, drinking tea and eating simple sandwiches from the museum cafe.
"You haven't told me about your business, sir." Again Colin was curious.
"And you haven't told me why you are flirting with an old Norwegian?" The man placed his warm hand upon Colin's. The lad did not protest.
"I'll test your skills, young man. You have told me about your studies of Old Norse. I haven't read any Old Norse text since I was in high school, ages ago, but I remember some words." Fred grinned now. "How are you in English when you are `katur', Colin?"
Colin could not understand why he blushed, but he knew the word. "It means you are horny!" he whispered. There were a lot of old ladies around.
"Yes, and that's my business. My company sells pleasure items which makes people `katur' Ð understand?" Fred's leg had been touching Colin's for a while and Colin had given very obvious feedback. "I have brought some of my company's collection to Glasgow. If you would like to see what's it's all about, we can take a taxi to my hotel." Fred looked down at the map again and grinned. "George Square is still there, I hope!"
Full of excitement, Colin followed Fred into the waiting taxi. He could guess what his dad would say if he told him that he had hooked up with a stranger in the middle of Glasgow, and now was on his way to the man's hotel room.
Fred had a business suite on the upper floor. Colin noticed that the bedroom seemed recently used, and the collection was presented in the front room. Three rather well-used and marked trunks were placed on the sofa and on a table.
"We are an online company of course, but it's our policy that we meet customers around the world and work to establish local contacts. Our company is Norwegian, growing every year. We are situated in a small township, but our producers come from all over the world." Fred talked as if Colin was a potential customer, not just a random guy he'd met on the street.
"What do the letters stand for?" Colin pointed.
"L is lingerie!" Fred opened a trunk.
"Lingerie Ð ladies underwear. Sorry, but don't women go to shops for this?" Colin teased. He lifted a white, very thin lacework bottom.
"It's not for women. Most of the sexy lingerie my company sells is bought by men!" Fred grinned. "You wouldn't believe how many tough rugby guys there are who like to change into sexy lady knickers when the match ends."
"But it's open in the back and has even a partly-open front." Colin made some stupid remarks. He had seen this sexy stuff many times. Not in the rugby club changing room, but his young friend Roland and his `princesses' would have loved this suitcase.
"You may try it on. Combine it with these stockings. They are your size, I think." Fred handed Colin a pair of black fishnet stockings.
"You think I'm a femme-boy, Norwegian? I am not in the habit of dressing up like a girlish slut." Colin couldn't understand why the situation made him damn hard. He had trouble hiding the tenting is his rather baggy sport shorts.
"To me you look like a hot, young sportsmanÉand well, a very sexy one to be honest. Maybe you are too well-equipped to wear this model. It's made for guys with a micro-penis, you know. Our first model, very popular, even worn in some of the porn videos in our collection." Fred opened the second suitcase and searched through a stack of DVDs.
"Micro-penis, what the hell? People actually like to buy videos with small-cocked guys? I thought the huge stallions owned the stage." Colin placed the lingerie in front of his body.
"If you are in the business, you cover your balls in the tight pouch and then the penis can pretend to be a hard, sexy clit. A clit that spurts because we talk about real men, not ladyboys. Maybe you understand what the second opening is for?" Fred split the underwear with teasing fingers. Colin could not understand why he blushed like a young virgin.
"I think you want to put it on for me, young man. Could be fun to see it on a real guy!" Fred sat down as if he waited for Colin to make a move. In a side glance, Colin saw the man correct his own bulgeÉhis huge bulge. Suddenly Colin changed his attitude. He could strip for this man, and he could play a slut. Why not? From time to time it was part of his profession.
Colin lifted his arms and stripped off his student hoodie. The t-shirt ended up on the sofa too. In a sort of automatic reaction, he put his fingers over his nipples when he turned to the man. Even though it had been very cold outside Colin had worn long football shorts, very non-sexy long socks and his old sneakers. He liked to be anonymous and nothing like he appeared in the JustColin posters which were still seen around the city after the New Year sales. In London or Milan, he would have loved to be recognised, but not at home in Glasgow.
"You want to check my micro-penis, sir?" Colin grinned. He put fingers in the waistband and pulled the shorts down without shyness. He didn't remember that his underwear that day was far from plain Ð he wore a sexy JustColin super tight thong with his round sexy globes lifted. Suddenly he looked like the sexiest underwear model you could dream of.
"JustColin Ð interesting!" Fred remarked. Colin had trouble keeping his erection inside the pouch. The front had some small wet spots, but the man didn't comment. He was suddenly the businessman again. "I didn't know you could buy that brand over here," he said. "Not on common sale at home, but the brand is of course well-known in the business."
"A present from an Italian friend!" Colin said, still playing a role. "What have you heard about it?"
"Designed for kids or teens, but I understand it could soon be the number one brand among the gay population in France and Germany Ð a group with a lot of money. But the Italians are tough Ð they are already into the sex lingerie market Ð no Chinese products there!" Fred stopped. He was back to Colin. "Go on now, please try my sexy gear!"
"You please help me with the stockings, sir. I'm not familiar with these." Like a real slut, Colin placed one foot on the man's knee and let him put on the stocking. Both of the man's hands caressed the leg all the way up to the crotch. Colin felt the pre-cum pump. He changed legs and Fred dressed him like he would have done with a real whore.
"You need these, Colin!" Fred put a tiny corset around Colin's waist and connected the stockings to the suspender straps. "And you have to strip your own thong off now. I want to see you with the lacework only."
With some trouble Colin managed to strip off his last piece of clothing. The thong had been used for stripping before so Colin opened the side and lowered it slowly over the stiff boy-cock.
"That's far from a micro-penis!" Fred commented. With one hand he cupped Colin's balls, with the other he pulled the foreskin back and revealed the wet glans. "Will be the biggest clit in the show and, with that wet attitude, I guess you shoot as well! Please put on the knickers."
Colin felt both stupid and sexy at the same time. He blushed when he turned to the mirror. As if to cover up, he again used his fingers to play with his nipples.
"I have something very sexy for those tits!" Fred said. He opened the third suitcase. "I guess you are tough enough for these, but tell me if you feel uncomfortable." He opened a box with some sort of small vacuum pumps. "For a hairless guy like you Ð perfect." He pumped the items and placed one on each nipple. The sudden effect was unbelievable. Colin laughed and cried at the same time Ð better than any nipple screw and with no metal to mark the skin.
"You seem to like them, young man!" Fred collected a string of clear pre-cum dripping from Colin's partly-covered cock that for the occasion pretended to be a slutty girl's stiff clit.
"Please let me take a look from behind," Fred continued. "I think the opening is just perfect for your pussy." He found a huge tube of jelly from his collection.
Colin moaned when Fred put two oily fingers into his love-tunnel. "Sorry lad, didn't know you were that tight!" Fred stopped for a while.
"Go on, go on, more please, more!" Colin spread his legs and bent forward.
"I know something that will give you more pleasure!" Fred withdrew his fingers.
"Your cock, I hope!" Colin thought, but said nothing.
Fred left for his collection again and returned to two similar vibrators. "We call them "Troll-fingers," Fred explained. He presented a combination of dildo and vibrator. "One gives electric stimulations in addition to the vibrations. You want to try one of them, or perhaps both?" The Norwegian salesman grinned. He showed Colin the pink rubber items with an obvious hook, a good love-button stimulator for sure.
"No electricity, I've promised my dadÉ" Colin stopped in the middle of the sentence. Why bring his Daddy into this?
Fred oiled the "Troll-finger" and penetrated Colin very direct. The sound from the vibrator filled the room. What Colin didn't notice was that Fred placed the other version on his wet glans. Fred was a professional. He knew a lad's prostate and he knew when pain was positive stimulation and not just pain on a naked cock.
It lasted less than five minutes. Colin did not know if he was in heaven or hell, if he was in Glasgow or wherever, if he was fucked or licked or sucked. He was just one shivering wet young body that was brought to an orgasm beyond time and place. His spunk came from the bottom of his groin. He shot like a wanked first-timer. He cried his "I'm cumming!" Again and again he cried.
"I see that my boy, I see that!" Fred had Colin's white boy-cum all over his light hairy arms. Colin could not stand upright. He knelt and let Fred cup his cock, while the vibrator still worked his inner body.
"Would you like a drink?" Fred asked when Colin's breathing went back to normal. "You fancy a beer?"
Drinking from an open bottle, still naked, and still curious, Colin went up to the last huge suitcase. He whistled when he saw it complained a complete bdsm collection.
"You want to try some of this stuff, boy. You seem to be more advanced than average. Let's do it this way. You pick what you want to try, then you go to the bathroom and prepare." Fred handed Colin what was described as a love-tunnel cleaner, also from the strange man's collection.
"We have a deal!" Colin winked and started to choose from the collection.
Fred was very satisfied with what Colin picked up. When Colin returned from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Fred was partly naked, dressed in black leather. He put a collar on Colin and led him to the bedroom.
"What the hell?" Colin fell out of his role. A young, almost naked man, was laying in the bed.
"That's Jimmy, our newest product, the most expensive - made in China. I had trouble with your Customs today. He's lovely, isn't he? And his cock is unbelievable too!" Fred lifted the duvet so that Colin could see the rest of the realistic toy. "But he's not for you, Colin. I think you can do with me, eh?"
Two hours later and Fred had ordered Colin a taxi. Bound to the bed, Colin had received all possible service. Cumming twice through the use of vacuum-pumps, glass Christmas trees, light cock whips, and multiple pinches, and finally the salesman's active tongue. But Colin had never been able to persuade the salesman to strip from his leather gear. He wasn't even certain if the man was into gay sex, but Colin had never had such an evening in a Glasgow hotel.
Fred waved Colin off. He was looking at a huge poster in the store window beside the hotel entrance. The model was in tiny, sexy underwear, very erotic, but very clean. Just Colin.
"He's sexy, isn't he?" A wet, dark-haired youngster in hoodie placed a hand on Fred's shoulder. "I don't think he's a callboy, sir!"
Fred turned around. The lad found the man's eyes. "I'll do it for twenty quid, sir. Please sir, it's so fucking cold out here!" Fred put an arm around the youngster.
To be continued