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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 43 (Winter - Tromso - Oslo)
"Have you seen the corporal, Colin? I heard he was in the officers' bar just now." The guy they called Bergen was one big grin.
"He will be even more bossy tomorrow then!" The guy underneath Colin in the bunk bed, who had the nickname Dub, stripped off his t-shirt and was ready for bed.
"How did you meet the corporal?" The huge lad they called Babe was sitting with his face deep into a well-thumbed porn magazine.
"I met him on the night train from Bergen some months ago, and a friend of mine knows him from Bergen. Nice guy!" Colin was a bit uncertain about what to tell Ivar's roomies about Ivar. He was after all their boss.
"Only hot guys in Bergen!" `Bergen' shouted while the others booed.
A fourth guy hurried into the room. "Your father was in good hands tonight Ð drinking military whisky." He looked at Colin.
"How do you know?" Colin asked, a bit surprised.
"I was hired to serve in the officers' private bar tonight. I'm a pro, you see!" Again the lads booed. The guy stripped in seconds and grabbed a towel. "I need a cold shower after all the hot chicks there." The guy they called DG cupped his dick and hurried out the door.
A signal from a trumpet made the guys start their preparations for `lights out'. Colin had to think about his high school changing room and use all his skills to stay cool. Naked and partly-naked lads filled the room with testosterone and young male scent. Colin stripped ready for bed. Like the other lads he took off his t-shirt to sleep shirtless. The third booing of the evening was heard when Colin dropped his trousers. The super-tight JustColin briefs were very different from the green baggy military boxers, more or less tenting around him.
"You must borrow Colin's sexy knickers, Babe!" Bergen shouted when the huge lad jumped into the bed. Everybody could see that he removed his boxers and took hold of his dick when he was underneath the blanket.
"No need for undies in Scotland, I thought." Dub played with a real tent.
`We use wool when it's cold!" Colin answered. "Itchy stuff!" He squeezed his balls and jumped onto the upper bed just when Ivar hurried inside.
"Just wait, Colin! You will need the itchy stuff tomorrow when you get your winter equipment. Minus 30 outside; better take good care of your balls." Corporal Hansen was standing wide-legged in the middle of the room in his military uniform; a two metres tall redhead. No doubt who was the boss around here.
"Full outdoor equipment at eight tomorrow morning. We leave for `Cold Winter' at eleven. You take care of Colin, Bergen. Find a seat for him in the snowmobile. And teach him how to stay warm, okay." Ivar looked at Colin and winked. Colin was a bit worried about the day ahead. Ivar had organised a temporary position for him in his own group for the next two days.
"When I'm back from inspection you are to be asleep with your hands above the blanket, okay? No more wanking for the next ten days. You will be happy if you manage to find your small ones for a piss in the cold weather!" Ivar turned out the light and left.
"You heard the boss!" Dub kicked Colin's mattress from underneath. "No wanking up there!"
Very soon the room calmed down. Colin understood that these guys, rough and dirty speaking, were tough soldiers who needing a decent sleep after a full day's hard training. His day had been full of excitement, but he wasn't very tired. He thought about the evening fuck by the commander after his Dad was sent away. "I wonder if Ivar is in bed with Daddy just now?"
The window was without curtains. He looked at the heavy snow and the single lamp outside. Dub snored underneath him. Soon Colin dived into dreamland. He woke when a warm hand touched his naked arm. The lad beside the bed held his index finger in front of a closed mouth. Then he gave a signal. He wanted Colin to follow him.
The tall soldier lifted Colin from the bed and soon they were into the corridor. "You're keen for some fun, I hope?" Babe was probably the last guy Colin had thought about when checking for possible fucking partners.
"Always ready for fun!" Colin answered.
"I see that!" The soldier grinned and took Colin's hand. Colin was suddenly aware that he had stripped off his tight boxers in bed. Naked, he followed Babe to the end of the corridor and hurried down the very cold back stairs. Once on the ground floor, the soldier opened the fire door and hurried on through three storerooms until they ended in a very warm room in the middle of the building. The old-fashioned heater looked like a monster and a single lamp gave some light to the room. Before a word was said, Babe stripped off his military boxers and threw himself down on a sort of sofa Ð the only furniture in the strange room.
"You looking for a fuck, Babe? Thought you were totally straight with that selection of hot babes in front of you all evening!" Colin was uncertain, but the lad was rock-hard and probably Kenny's size, but not cut like him.
"I'm straight, okay, but there's not many chicks around here. My girl at home would have fucked with me day and night if she were here! I've still six months left." Babe wanked his huge cock and spread his legs. "My roomie was my fuck buddy last year. I really miss him. No love stuff Ð just hard fucking Ð pure business. I like that."
"And you want me as your fuck-buddy tonight?" Colin was close to the boy. "Okay, you tell me what you like then. But I'm not into one-way stuff. You have to please me as well, okay?"
"I will, damn, I will. Come here, climb onto me!" Babe invited Colin with open arms. Soon afterwards Colin planted his cock fully inside the soldier's mouth. Babe sucked the stiff dick as if it was a lollypop, clearly not very experienced, but when he started to lick his smooth balls, Colin understood that this guy was a real pussy-licker. He let the soldier play alone first, and then he turned around and found a 69 position on the strange sofa. Now he saw what a monster-cock he was playing with. In the middle of a wild black bush, Colin found a fully-grown man's cock with strong, heavy veins. The cockhead was naked and pink and the piss-slit was open and wet. Colin did not hesitate. The well-trained Scottish cocksucker gave the Norwegian lad full value. When Colin, probably to the lad's surprise, swallowed his cock the young soldier moaned as if he was cumming already.
"Take it easy baby, or I will shoot now. You are pro, man, really pro. You ride me, okay?" The soldier begged now.
"That's what your fuck-buddy did Ð rode you? You like that, eh? You like it when your chick at home commands her little soldier, I guess?" Colin turned and spread his legs. The hot body underneath triggered Colin more than he normally would have believed. The huge soldier really was a `Babe' and Colin wanted to give him a real ride, but he was too dry.
"No lube down here, I guess?" Colin looked around. "You are so fucking big, man, and I want all of you, every piece. And I want to empty these beauties!" Colin played with the smooth, shaved balls.
"I'll use my tongue first! You are clean, aren't you?" The soldier had already lifted Colin who let him spread his boy-pussy above his nose and mouth. Again Babe showed his skills as a pussy-licker. He spat and worked the now open arse. Colin was ready. He added his own spit as well as drops of pre-cum both from himself and from the wet guy.
Colin placed his legs on the sofa. Babe helped him to find the spear. Colin knew this game; first let the body adjust, then welcome the intruder and then open the whole body for the beauty. A soft cry from Colin filled the strange room.
"You okay, baby?" The soldier sounded worried.
"I'm okay, soldier. You are all inside me. Help me now, be my wild horse!" Colin started the dry fuck and hoped the man's pre-cum would help.
"I know what to do!" Babe raised his body. Colin felt some warm liquid fill him, just a little. This man had steel control, and he now opened for a fuck of real quality. "May I play with your tits, baby? They're stiffer than my chick's." He grinned.
"Do what you please Ð abuse them, yes, yes!" Colin was about to cum. `Babe's fingers were like steel on his nipples. The soldier's lightly-haired body was wet with Colin's pre-cum.
"May I kiss you when you cum?" Babe asked. It was the first time Colin had heard that from a fuck-buddy. "Your lips are like my babe's!"
Some more work and Colin knew he had to empty himself. He wasn't sure about the young soldier. He had been moaning for the last five minutes, all since he gave Colin the wet spurt.
"I'm cumming! Damn, I'm cumming!" Colin cried. He let his upper body fall down and gave the young soldier his lips and tongue. Colin's boy-milk wet the two bodies. The kiss was deep and hot. Colin thought about Olav, and hoped the man he was kissing had his dreams too.
"You eat cum, baby?" Babe asked when he got some breath back.
"Aye, love it!" Colin grinned.
"Please empty me then, nobody everÉ" `Babe' stopped when Colin had taken the cock between his lips. No mercy now, and no time to wait. The soldier lifted his body, and moaned with pleasure. The first shot hit the back of Colin's mouth like a bullet and so did the second and the third. Colin had trouble swallowing, but the remaining eruptions were a bit slower.
Colin wanted to test this guy. His fuck-buddy at home, Kenny, went almost crazy when he went on sucking and licking the very sensitive cockhead just after his ejaculation. This straight guy was exactly the same. With tears, he begged Colin to stop.
"I need to piss for real now. Think there's a drain over here." Babe rushed from the sofa and let his yellow fluid hit the floor.
Colin was happy that the route back to the room went through the bathroom. Two very clean, very empty and very happy youngsters were about to enter the room with their sleeping comrades.
"Why do they call you Babe? You look anything but a baby to me, tough guy!" Colin whispered and gave the soldier a light spank.
"Because I dressed up in a pink diaper on the welcoming night, and had too many beers!" Babe lifted a finger to his lips when they entered the room. Colin looked at his watch. The fucking session had been a rather short one. He fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
"How can you see where to drive?" Colin shouted, and tried to make contact with the young soldier beside him.
"I can't!" was the man's laconic answer.
All was white in front of the snowmobile. From time to time some small trees could be seen, but nothing stopped what Colin thought was a ridiculously fast ride. He looked at the youngster beside him who seemed to love it. Behind the snow vehicle were ten white-dressed soldiers skiing in two long ropes, five in each line. Colin tried to watch behind. The first guy in full camouflage, with gun and backpack, was Babe from last night. He had been very silent earlier that morning, but had hugged Colin when they were alone after breakfast.
"How can you sleep in this noise?" Colin dug his elbow in the side of an almost sleeping body beside him. Bergen, the lad who had been given special responsibility for looking after him during this visit to the wilderness, yawned.
"A soldier's first rule!" Bergen grinned. "Sleep whenever possible. You never know the next time you'll get the chance."
"This vehicle is shaking the shit out of me," Colin shouted.
"Keep tight, man. You will soon learn how it is to shit outside when all around is ice and snow." Bergen poked the driver. "What's the outdoor temperature?" he shouted.
`Hot today, minus 28, almost summer-like. It was minus 40 last week. Better keep your balls warm, Scotty!" The driver put a wool-covered hand on Colin's crotch.
"I'll do my best. Maybe you could help me?" Colin spread his legs and cupped his crotch. He knew the macho signals from Kenny's rugby team.
"Alpha, just in front," the driver shouted and turned the vehicle into some bushes. For the next few minutes Colin watched the young soldiers' skills. Without new orders, they parked the skis and started to cut down branches from the trees around. With stamping feet, they made a snow hard floor and covered some of the area with the branches. As if coming from nowhere, Colin saw a huge lorry camouflaged in white netting. From the lorry the soldiers brought what Colin understood was a tent. They spread it and used something that looked like a metal chimney to lift the roof of the tent. On the chimney was placed a metal box which soon was filled with wood. Smoke showed that the tent was about to be heated.
"Camouflage!" Ivar, the corporal, shouted. "All of you, now, hurry! We must not be seen by the enemy."
Colin could not but smile. He thought about the Cowboy and Indian games from his early years in the Scouts, or the police and gangster games. But here there were real weapons and it was really cold. Colin tried to keep his feet warm. He was not drilled on the tasks like the other guys. Suddenly Bergen and Babe were there and started a sort of fight with him. Soon they acted like boxers and a bit later there was some playful wrestling. Heavy breathing from all three, and heated bodies, was soon the result.
"You were about to be to become frozen, Colin. Dangerous to stand still. The low temperature can easily damage you. Cold is the real enemy out here," Ivar said. He took off his gloves and gave Colin some face-massage. "Cover your face with the scarf. I'll find you a Finland-hoodie later on." He looked around and saw that the group was all occupied. He pushed Colin behind the lorry and kissed him deep and hard. "Damn, you and your so-called father are two of a kind. You are damn sexy, sexy as hell. But take care love, this is not just a game. Follow Bergen. He's a number one soldier."
"Stop that wild-pissing, girls!" Ivar shouted. Three lads were making yellow marks in the snow. "Build a shit house over there!" He pointed at some bushes. Make a barrier against the wind too. We don't want you freeze your balls off!"
"Establish!" Ivar shouted again some minutes after. Colin looked at his watch; not more than half an hour since their arrival. "One guard outside, and one by the stove. Change every half hour. Now rest, and wait for new orders."
Colin followed Bergen into the very dark tent. A petromax lamp gave some light. Fourteen men fought for the space, feet as close to the stove as possible. On top of the birch branches they arranged reindeer skin and a rucksack covering, and then rolled out the sleeping bags. The beds were ready, directly on the snow. The temperature inside was just below zero, but the snow did not melt. "Good cover for the real cold!" Bergen grinned at Colin who was the last to finish his bed arrangement. Bergen lay down tight beside him on one side. Babe was already asleep at the other side.
"You may come closer, Colin. Don't be shy," Bergen whispered. "We have to warm each other. We need the sleeping bags for the night, if we are allowed to sleep. Enemies, you know!" Fully dressed in fight uniforms the two tried to spoon.
Colin felt Bergen's warm breathing comforting his naked neck. Suddenly he felt the whole situation to be extremely erotic. His cock, covered in three sets of wool, had started its own life. "I should have gone to that shit house," he thought. He felt Bergen's arm tight around his upper body. "He's a number one soldier!" had been Ivar's expression. "Good to be in his arms," Colin thought before his eyes betrayed him.
"Turn out, guys." Cold hands tried to wake up Colin and Bergen. "Two o'clock, one hour only. Damn cold! No enemy!" The young soldier stripped his hoodie and tried to get some frozen ice out of his eyebrows.
The two youngsters hurried out from the sleeping bags dressed in wool and tried to find their uniform and their boots. The boots were hanging around the stove, but they were all the same, and still cold. At last the pair was ready to take their job outside. Minus 33, the thermometer told. Bergen found his gun.
"Our job is to secure the distance from here up to the small hill over there." Bergen pointed out. There was a strange kind of light. Above them was something Colin had never seen before - the flaming Northern Lights. White, yellow, and almost red waves filled the sky. "The only sound came from our own steps - the very special sound when you walk on the cold dry snow." Colin told his Dad when they cuddled in their warm duvet in a Troms¿ hotel the next day.
"Stories tell of people going crazy in the Northern Lights." Bergen looked at Colin following a few steps behind him.
"Yes, I've read about aurora borealis madness," Colin commented. "My roommate at home would have been one of those going mad. Even the Viking sagas include stories about it."
"Wow, you are bright, Scot! What do you study?" Bergen whispered.
"Nordic languages." Colin whispered too, but their whispering sounded like shouting in the silent night.
"I'm more a natural science guy. I hope to be a teacher!" Bergen continued. "I had a temporary job in a school last year and I loved it."
"Cool! I hope to teach as well, or do some more research." Colin suddenly stopped. They were about to pass a small group of birch trees. A sudden sound made Bergen lift his gun. Colin was as excited as the soldier in front of him. He stopped breathing. Eyes looked at them - glistening. With a sudden jump the mountain fox crossed their path and disappeared.
"Cute enemy!" Colin commented. "We disturbed his hunting. I saw fresh rabbit prints back there." He turned, but his boots slipped and he fell forward. Bergen caught him and hugged him tight with the gun in one hand.
"You know more than languages, Colin. You are soÉ" Bergen stopped. He fastened his grip around Colin and Colin did nothing to get loose. The two lads were like a statue in the open landscape.
"We have to get back. The corporal will want a report." Bergen was serious.
"One fox, and one fallen NATO soldier." Colin joked.
"A fucking nice one too!" Bergen grinned. His lips were the only part Colin could see. The Finland-hoodie covered all the face but for his mouth and eyes. The two faces were very close. They were both silent, just listening and breathing.
"Are you?" Bergen swallowed and broke the silence. His voice was shivering even more. "I mean, do you?" He stopped again. Colin understood that the youngster in front of him had a very serious question here in the Arctic night.
"Yes, sexy soldier. I'm gay, but I seldom use that word. I am who I am - like the song you know?" Colin felt the soldier's weapon against his upper back. "And you?" Colin did not like his own question.
"I haven't been with a girl for real, and not a boy either so..." Bergen was stopped by Colin's lips, and he was answered tight and hard. Colin loved this answer.
A sound of an axe cutting wood was heard from the tent.
"They prepare for a long night!" Bergen commented. Still the two didn't stop the tight hugging.
"You are freezing, Colin. Not able to get back to sleep?" The two had found their sleeping bags, and got rid of their boots and some of the outside clothes. Colin's teeth were chattering with the cold. Just his nose was seen above the military equipment.
"Join me, please. Let us share, let me heat you!" Bergen put a finger in front of his mouth as if he didn't want Colin to speak. Then he gave him a hand signal inviting him to share his sleeping bag.
Colin looked around. Most of the soldiers were asleep. The lad sitting by the fire did not look up when Colin hurriedly left his own sleeping bag and crawled down beside the waiting soldier.
"Come on, let me heat you. We'll spoon later." Bergen put his arms around Colin and tried to make things comfortable. It was difficult, but they ended up like double scissors. Two boys couldn't be tighter in a military sleeping bag. Soon parts of Colin relaxed and the heat returned. Inside his crotch, very close to Bergen's upper leg, his small cock was far from relaxed though. It was totally dark, and the two youngsters dived into the cosier shelter.
A warm hand found naked skin underneath all the sets of wool. At the same time lips and tongues met, not wild and wet, just soft and caring. Colin moaned silently when Bergen cupped his balls. He answered the touch by caressing the soldier's upper body from his neck, around his nipples, and down to the naval.
"We can't make it wet, baby-boy," Bergen managed to whisper in Colin's ear. "We will freeze badly in the outdoor cold!" Colin had found Bergen's stiff weapon, a cock he had only seen flaccid in the shower this morning. Now he was hand-fucking the young man. He wasn't able to see what he was doing, but he guessed the cock down there at least was double his own in size.
"You have to stop, please." The youngster's hoarse voice was not more than a low whisper.
"I'll help you, just give me some space!" The smaller Scot managed to crawl further down in the sleeping bag. He was happy that Norwegian bags were quite long, more than 2.2 metres (over 7 ft). Now he found the cock and swallowed the cockhead. No movements were needed. He just placed the whole glans inside and used his tongue. He knew from the young soldier's breathing and the movement of his smooth balls what was coming.
Bergen's orgasm was wild. He spurted and spurted and Colin had quite a job to swallow all of the young man-milk. "Honey!" he thought. "Winter honey!" He stayed down until the youngster finished. When he tried to lick the sensitive cockhead clean afterwards, the youngster's body was like an arrow. He growled almost soundless. Colin thought about the fox they had met earlier.
Again lips met lips. "Maybe this is the first time this youngster tastes his own spunk," Colin thought. He was already wet with pre-cum and was uncertain what to do. This soldier was a first timer. He knew that now.
"Crawl as far down as you manage. Lift your knees." Colin climbed onto the youngster's upper body. Parts of his head could now be seen above the sleeping bag, but a winter cap covered a lot. Now he tried to mouth-fuck the soldier without making noises, but Bergen's teeth caused him pain. Suddenly the youngster understood what was going on, and he started to suck as if he had a teat in his mouth. And the Scot gave the calf what he wanted. Colin tried to hold back, but he had been too horny for a long time. Now Bergen - probably for the first time - had his mouth and throat filled with spunk from a hot producer. He belched and struggled, but managed to take it all. Colin saw some movement from the guy beside him. In the sparse light from the stove, Colin saw Babe giving him a thumbs up. The night's show in the sleeping bag had at least had one onlooker.
When the reveille sounded some few hours later, the two were still spooning inside one sleeping bag, with the other used as a duvet. Outside the temperature in the morning hours had fallen to minus 35.
"I can't open my bootlaces. One piece of ice." Colin struggled to put on his frozen boots.
"That's the prize when you forget to put your boots by the stove." Bergen was already dressed for the morning `parade'.
`Just piss on them!" Babe said, without emotion. "The only possible way when you are in a hurry!"
Colin turned to the back of the tent and managed to get the tiny prick outside the wool. The wet fluid did help, and soon afterwards he was outside with his boots properly tied.
A new armed snow vehicle with a white cross on the screen stopped in front of the group's tent. The soldiers had just eaten their dry breakfast provisions and had their second coffee.
"Why a white cross?" Colin whispered beside Bergen. They are the judges. They tell us who won the war last night." He grinned. "It's like a computer game, you know!"
"Yes, but a lot colder!" Colin had trouble with his feet. The laces were all ice again - yellow ice now.
The soldiers hurried up and gave a correct military salute when the high-ranked officer left the vehicle. Colin knew him - the man from the pool last night. The white cross was just to give the transport free access to the battlefield. At the other side of the vehicle, Colin could see his dad leaving in full military equipment. He received a correct salute too.
Colin was silent in the snow vehicle back to the barracks. The officer was in the front with the driver while Bill and Colin sat very close together in the back. Colin knew he had to be in Tromso the next day, and he had been prepared to be collected, but he felt like a traitor when he left.
"Would you have wanted to stay out there?" Bill asked.
"Aye. I'm not trained for this, but it was great for a few days." Colin did not meet his dad's eyes.
"You are in love, Colin dear?" Bill asked.
"Aye!" The voice was thick.
"The young man that hugged you?" Bill was serious.
"Aye, you mind, Daddy?" Colin turned to Bill. His eyes were wet.
"How could I? He looked like a real man to me!" Bill swallowed.
"He was a real man, dad. He was the best!" Colin used the back of his wooden glove to dry his eyes.
"When do we have the shuttle for Tromso? I need a shower." Colin changed the subject. Bill knew that the matter about the boy out there was closed for the moment.
It had been strange to have supper in the officers' dining room. Now Bill and Colin were swimming among shouting youngsters and some grown up civilians. The strained atmosphere from the transport back from the `wilderness' was gone, and the two were happy and playful on this last day together up north. Colin's three days of military life had come to an end.
"You fancy a quickie before we leave, Dad? I'm so damn horny." Colin wrapped his body in a towel. He was rock-hard here in the public changing room. He looked at his partly-naked dad, who was about to find his boxers.
"You are always horny, son. Always. You just told me that the best man is out there." Bill pointed a bit theatrical-like.
"The best man is here, he's here. My man is here." Colin cupped Bill's balls and was about to kneel. Laughter told them that some of the kids had finished their swim.
"No time for sex now, honey. You save your energy for Tromso. We have to meet the commander and say goodbye." Bill used his own towel to dry Colin's body as if he still was a small kid. Colin spread his legs and let Bill do his crack and his balls. Colin closed his eyes when Bill finished him. All of a sudden, the room was filled with cheering boys. Even Colin understood that he had to dress.
"Deeper, Daddy! Yes, deeper. Don't hold back, fuck me hard! Let me cum again, again!" Colin begged with a loud voice. He was curling his legs behind Bill's back. Bill stopped for some seconds to put a pillow under his butt.
"Take it easy, son. Don't kill your old man, I'm not like the soldier out there, you know." Bill gave Colin some long strokes with his cock. He did not let Colin stress him. The lad had already been helped to spunk off all over the bed. Like a first timer he had erupted without giving his lover any feedback.
"But he was hot too, that horny soldier, I'm sure you were like that when his age, Dad. Yes, yes!" Colin gritted his teeth and tried to meet Bill with his arse muscles.
"I never was a soldier, son. I would have died out in that wilderness Take it, take it!" Bill pounded the youngster. At the same time they heard a ship whistle in a deep tone.
"They salute you, Daddy. You are the best. My best man! Go, go, go! Please!"Colin lifted his body from the pillow. His body was hard like a metal string. He used a hand and started to wank.
"Stop playing with yourself, kid! Don't be so impatient. You are not fourteen any longer!" He gave Colin a light spank. "We have the whole night. He looked out through the huge window. The Northern coastal liner had just left the harbour and was passing beneath the impressive bridge.
"Please torture my nubs, Daddy. Bergen bit them. He was clever, Dad. He was hot. A real man, Dad. Come on, show me who's the boss up here, eh?" Colin knew the feeling well. His lover's huge cock had just grown to its biggest size. The sixty year old man couldn't speak any longer. He just fucked the boy he loved so much, while gave his tits painful abuse with his nails.
"I'mÉDad, I'mÉ" Colin shouted.
"Stay cool, wait, wait. I want to feed you. I want toÉ" Bill shouted too.
"I can't, I can't, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" Colin erupted hands-free for the second time that evening. Bill had already pulled out from the well-fucked arse. He gave the cock one or two jerks, then he pointed his weapon against Colin's face and open mouth. His white thick load mixed with Colin's clear watery spunk.
"Yes, yes, Dad. You're the best. Feed me, feed me!" Colin managed to catch some of the mixed semen. Bill almost fell down beside Colin's body. The youngster collected the threads and the watery spunk and fed both himself and his older lover. Bill moaned when Colin, with a rough tongue, cleaned his softening beauty. "No better weapon than this!" Colin kissed the cockhead, and then the two bodies met in a tight hug and a deep, deep kiss.
"Will you go to the church tomorrow, Dad?" Colin was back from the bathroom after a toilet visit. Bill was standing naked with a glass of whisky in front of the window.
"Aye, I've heard a lot about that church." He looked across the narrow fjord. "They call it the Ice Ocean Cathedral, but it's a parish church, with amazing architecture."
"I wish I could have gone with you, up to the mountain top as well. The lift looks exciting." Colin let his father place an arm around him.
"That's life, love. Yesterday you acted as a soldier in the winter-land. Minutes ago, you were my darling kid and fucked me to heaven and back. But tomorrow you are the official representative of your university at The Indigenous Peoples Conference. Quite a chance, young man. You know your agenda?"
"Aye. I'm ready. I'm hoping for a morning fuck before breakfast though." Colin smiled. He caught his dad's flaccid dick.
"Then you must call for military assistance. Brush your teeth now, and go to bed. I must send Ivar a thank you for some great days." Bill found his mobile phone.
"They are not allowed to use phones during the rehearsal, Jon told me." Colin yawned.
"So his name is JonÉ" Bill just smiled. His young man was far away in dreamland.
Colin was sitting by the bar in a huge pub called The Beer Hall'. He had his second beer from the local Mack brewery - named Ice-bear'. The most Northerly produced beer in the world, the advertising said. The place was very crowded. A lot of soldiers on leave tried to impress the local girls, and some older men seemed as if they lived here. At the bar, close to Colin were some businessmen, even one who still wore the name tag from today's conference.
Colin felt a bit lonely after accompanying Bill to the airport. He had just called from Edinburgh to say that he had arrived and was waiting for the bus home. Colin felt suddenly damn homesick, but he still had some days until his own return.
Somebody turned on the old-fashioned jukebox. "Dancing Queen." Colin smiled, thinking that the show in Oslo had been great. His leg started to move to the rhythm. Suddenly he felt a touching leg. Colin knew there were two possibilities. You withdraw - you assume it's a mistake. You don't withdraw or even push back - you give a positive signal. Colin had seen the man when he sat down - well dressed, a bit pale, in his forties. As a sort of reflex, Colin placed an open hand on the bar beside his beer. Nothing happened. The two legs followed the same music. Soon a hand `accidentally' touched his little finger. It was like an electrical shock. Colin smiled - universal language, he thought. If this had been before the age of non-smoking bars, the man would probably have asked Colin for a light.
"You like ABBA, young man?" The voice was close to Colin's ear.
"Yes, cool isn't it? Sorry I can't invite you to dance. No room for dancing here, I think!" Colin turned the moveable stool around and faced the man.
The man looked a bit surprised. "Well, we could find a place for dancing. You like to dance?" The man lifted his glass.
"Yes. I'm a stripper you see but there are few jobs up here. Too cold!" Colin grinned.
"Seems like the girls over there are ready for partying! The night is still young. I could offer them a possibility to have a special night, if you are ready. I have a place to offer. It wouldn't be the first time I've organised parties for soldiers and their chicks, you see." The man smiled.
"You don't look like a pimp, sir!" Colin was very direct.
"I'm not, young man. I'm just helping poor, lonely soldiers. I'm a psychologist, and Egil is my name!" He gave Colin his hand and smiled again, a broad smile. Being called a pimp hadn't turned him off.
"Okay Egil psychologist, maybe you want to fuck me?" Colin went on. He gave the barkeeper a signal for another beer.
"Would you allow me if I asked?" Now the man lifted his glass and Colin didn't answer.
"What's your interest in helping the soldiers then? Just professional, I guess." Colin felt that his dick was about to betray him. He was sure he would end up in this man's bed if this went on for a while. He made a traditional move to adjust his crotch. The psychologist answered with a similar gesture. The second round was done. The young student knew how to cruise in the middle of a crowded bar, and the man beside him was not a newcomer to this game.
"Professional, yes. Do you know how many young soldiers there are in this region each year?" Egil asked, very serious. Colin just shook his head. "Thousands! A lot of them have problems. Far away from home, far from girlfriends and lovers, close to new mates, some even fall in love with a same-sex person for the first time. Some believe overnight that they are gay. Some visit sluts to check and are not able to get an erection. It's easy to buy drugs." The man talked like a priest.
"And you have the solution?" Colin smiled. In a way he liked this man.
"No, but I have invented an instrument that can tell a guy if he's gay or not." Still the man looked serious.
"Why is that important? You are what you are!" Colin winked.
"If you were to live in the middle of thousands of young men, and you suddenly started to be doubtful about your own sexualityÉ." He stopped as if he couldn't find the words. "Is it a permanent status or just temporary in view of the lack of females?"
"I've never heard of such an instrument. Must be very local!" Colin grinned now. "Maybe you could test me! I have just been with about a hundred young men without my changing style."
"With pleasure, young man. I have the equipment in my hotel down the street. I'll offer you a test free of charge." Egil left the bar-stool.
Colin thought about the last words from Dad when he left. `No unknown men!' But he had followed a rather weird psychologist to his old-fashioned room in a central Troms¿ hotel.
"And this is the instrument?" Colin watched a familiar battery stimulator sitting on a table.
"Yes, you will be connected to this lie detector, and I will analyse the result for you. But I need to check your constitution first!" The man looked serious, but Colin also saw the man's tenting inside the formal trousers. The man now took a thin duvet from the bed and placed it on the huge table. At both sides he placed lamps.
"You may undress! May I call you by your first name, young man?" The man waited while Colin suddenly hesitated.
"Seriously? You want me nude?" Colin found the situation both comic and arousing. He stripped down to his tight thong. Egil just coughed lightly. He helped the boy to climb onto the temporary examination bench. Colin was placed on his back and had a pillow placed under his head. With medical gloves, the man started the examination. Colin felt very soon that both his nipples and crotch were of special interest. With a fingertip, the man touched the wet spot on Colin's thong. The situation made Colin spit more pre-cum.
"Interesting! May I, please?" The man put his fingers in the underwear ribbons.
"Go on sir, I would like the test to be totally reliable." Colin grinned. He lifted his hips and let the psychologist strip off his underwear. The teen-cock was hard and dripping. Colin spread his legs when Egil played with the `eggs' in his scrotum.
After a full frontal examination, Colin was asked to turn over. Strange for a psychologist to be a prostatic expert but this man examined Colin's love tunnel better than any doctor. With three fingers deep inside, he managed to give Colin a heavy prostatic massage. Colin dripped. Strings of slime hit the duvet.
"If you continue sir, I'm going to soak your table with my milk. I'mÉI'mÉvery close!" Colin tried to withdraw from the manly hook. As if suddenly back from another world, the man stopped, and asked Colin to turn over again. Very formally, he dried Colin's wet dickhead with a medical napkin. He went up to the side table and brought the so-called lie-detector. He showed Colin two connected crocodile pins. Without asking he placed them on Colin's sensitive nipples. Colin moaned and pushed another bead of pre-cum from his piss-slit.
The man opened a small box, and showed Colin a 15 cm (6 inch) long metal probe. "It has been sterilised," he said. He placed one hand on Colin's erection and opened his piss-slit. "I'll connect your inner penis direct to the machine - exceptionally!" The man seemed to enjoy what he was doing.
Colin did not! He sat up on the table. "No needles in my cock. Just forget it, man!" Colin shouted. Again the man seemed to awake from another world.
"Okay, okay! Please relax. We will do it differently!" The man showed off a metal cock-ring with a connection to the machine." Colin did not protest and with fingers like a violin player's Egil placed the cock-ring at Colin's cock-root. Again the touching made Colin spit clear pre-cum. He was horny as hell, and very curious.
"Please lie down. I will show you different pictures, and then some videos. You don't have to say anything. Your body will tell me what I need to know." Egil touched a button. Colin smiled. The electric stimulation was good, like a group of climbing ants.
Naked women and open cunts never triggered the boy on the bench. Dick-picks without male faces were not very interesting either, and the video-clips were far from turn-ons for the young model and porn-star.
"Set one - no result!" Egil said to himself. "Your body is strange!" He looked at Colin. "Are you a virgin, Colin?"
Colin grinned. "I thought you checked me well, sir!"
Someone knocked on the door, and knocked it hard. Before the host managed to open it, two young players in football-gear hurried into the room. Colin knew that the all yellow gear belonged to the local club.
"Sorry we are late, boss. Didn't see your message! Hi dude!" One of the lads gave Colin a thumbs up. That was all he said.
"Just in time. Go on, I'll find the music!" Egil was excited.
"Full Monty boss?" The one guy who was Kenny's size was throwing his cap on the floor. The dark hair was curly and beautiful.
"Damn yes, what do you think I pay you for?" Hip-hop music filled the room.
"All wet then!" The smaller guy grinned and had already started to strip off his t-shirt.
The two guys were almost professional dancers. In front of Colin and Egil they stripped completely, and they danced well too. Colin felt that Egil had turned up the electric equipment a bit. The two dancers changed from just dancing to wanking. The cocks had been well prepared with cock-rings and the guys displayed dripping erections. Soon the two were changing places in front of each other. The sucking and mouth-fucking were very intense. The electricity was turned on even higher. Egil let it pulse.
"Over here!" Egil shouted. One of the boys fed Colin his cock, and the other used his cock to massage Colin's arse crack and balls. After a short while they changed positions and Colin understood that these guys were no stayers. One lad wanked in front of Colin's face and the other wanked near his crotch. When Colin tried to take care of his own cock, Egil locked his wrists from behind and let the two guys finish. One of them sent his white boy-cream all over Colin's face and mouth. Soon afterwards the other sent his load over Colin's balls and dick. Egil turned the electricity to a lower setting, not wanting Colin to erupt.
"Get your payment downstairs. Make it a double. Room 908!" Egil shouted to the boys who hurried out after putting on just their shorts.
"We will soon finish, Colin. Think I will soon have a result. You like the boys, eh? The tall one is my son, a good student. He learns fast. Will soon take over my business!" Egil had started to undress. Now he let Colin help him. He was still drenched with the spunk from the lads.
Egil was soon naked. His dark-skinned cock was half-erect. He was lightly haired and he had a mature body. "An office guy!" Colin thought. "Sexy armpits, trimmed pubes. Great nubs."
"What did you say, young man?" Egil used his stiffening cock to clean Colin's face. He did the same down his body cleaning the boy-milk from Colin's dick and balls.
"Nothing, sir, I just wish you wouldÉ" Colin stopped.
"Sorry, Colin. I never fuck a client. Professional rules, you know." The man sounded a bit disappointed and so was Colin.
"Test two was good, let's do the last one!" The naked, and very erect man found a metal dildo which he connected to the electric machine. He let Colin lick the cold item, then he again used a finger to collect Colin's pre-cum. He also greased the dildo with his own spit.
Without more preparation he forced the dildo into Colin's boy-cunt. Colin yelled. Not because of pain though. The steel was damned cold.
"Sorry, Colin. It's cold up north you know - didn't you tell me?" With a grin he started the machine. The triple treatment was almost too much, but Colin used his muscles; he lifted his hips, and he moaned and threw his body from side to side.
"You want me to stop, Colin?" Egil whispered close to his ear and kissed his forehead.
"Damn, no! Fuck, for God's sake, let me cum man, let me cum, harder, harder!" Colin shouted. He went up into a bridge on the table.
"I'm cumming, cumming, cumÉ!" Colin pumped and pumped, hands-free all over his body, Egil's body and the strange table. Then he almost fainted. Egil said nothing for a while. He just stood beside the table playing with Colin's jizz.
"I conclude that you are 100% gay!" the man said. "And I don't think you have any problems with your erection." He gave Colin some small wanks. He was still rock-hard.
Colin looked at the man. Then he grinned. The weird guy was obviously hot as hell. "When you now have finished your examination and obtained a result, am I still your client, or am I just a guy you met in the `Beer Hall'?"
"I guess you are just a visiting guy now, Colin!" The man blushed when Colin went down from the table, placed a hand around the man's hanging balls, and dragged him towards the bed like a horse.
To be continued