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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 44 (Oslo-Fred / Glasgow-Kenny)
Colin shut down the laptop and looked at his watch. Five hours hard work and he had finished his report from the Tromso University conference. He knew from experience how difficult it could be to do reports like this after returning to daily life. Now his fellow students could already read the news from `The Indigenous Peoples Conference.'
"A couple of beers and an early night," he thought. "First flight to Oslo tomorrow morning. I wonder if the psychologist is back looking for new customers. Weird guy, but a really hot fucker. I should have been a tough top to satisfy him. I need a shower."
Back from the bathroom and a signal on his phone told of the arrival of a new message. Colin had already stored fan mail and dick-pics from both young and old admirers, but this was a private message.
From `Bergen' - from Jon. Colin sat down on the bed and looked briefly out of the window. The mountainsides were all white - just some strips of light at the very top. And out there in the wildernessÉColin had to adjust his dick inside the tight thong he was wearing.
`Hi Colin. Back in barracks. Too bad for rehearsal. My sleeping bag was damn cold and empty when you left. I love you man! Your lips and body are hot like fire. Will I ever see you again? Love, Jon.'
Colin read the message twice. He had to use the back of his hand to dry his eyes. "Damn Colin - stupid! Stupid!" he said to himself. Why did this guy make him so hot?
In seconds he was naked. With his eyes closed, Colin was back in the dark smoky tent. He climbed down into Jon's sleeping bag and felt the winter wool combined with hot, damp skin. Colin grabbed his cock and forced the foreskin back with two fingers. He caught the wet drop from his piss-slit and sucked his fingers like a morning erection. The other hand's fingers found his nipples and started to play hard with them. Colin felt the combination of sweat, and the damp and smoke from the fireplace. He rolled in the bed and fucked the pillow. He fucked it hard while crying out, "Jon, Jon. Bergen, love, love, fuck!"
Colin turned back and lifted his legs. Wet fingers found his entrance and started a wild finger-fuck. "Yeah, yeah, damn, damn!" He heard his own words. "Love! Damn! Love, crazy." Colin double wanked now. One hand abused his stiff cock while his other hand prodded his prostate with a three finger hook.
"Ahhhh! Erggghh!" Colin started to shoot his boy-milk, his first eruption of the day. No morning fuck today, and no wank at lunchtime. Again and again his body responded. Colin wanked and shot. He still wanked and he squeezed his balls and his shaft for the last drops. The room changed. Colin felt Jon's tongue and lips that would lick him clean.
"It's the reception, sir, with your alarm call. Six thirty. Good morning. Breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes." A young voice met Colin who'd had trouble finding the hotel phone. The bed was a mess. The only thing Colin remembered was the smell of reindeer-hair and frozen boots, wet bodies and sweat. He had been in the white wilderness all night. The duvet was on the floor and he tried to cover himself with the bath towel.
A bit frozen, he found his morning wood and knew he had to hurry to the bathroom. "Please book me a taxi to leave in half an hour, my friend. Think I should have woken earlier!"
"In that case, I will bring a pre-packed breakfast to your room," was the helpful response.
Colin emerged from the bathroom to receive the breakfast from the young receptionist who tried not to stare at the naked wet body in front of him.
"I'll find you a clean towel!" The young man left, but was back seconds later. "Party last night?" He smiled and poured Colin some coffee.
Colin grinned as he stepped into his briefs.
`Hey Jon. Surprise! I thought you still were out in the snow. I've made love to you all night, miss your lips and your tight arms. Stay cool - see you in Bergen soon?! Love, Colin."
Colin sent the message from the taxi. If Jon was online, he would have the message before morning inspection.
A new message arrived while Colin was online: `Please call when you arrive at the airport. I'll meet you at Oslo S. Look forward to meeting you again. Cheers, Fred" - plus a huge smiling emoji.
Colin just pressed the received message button. He had almost forgotten the Norwegian businessman he had met in Glasgow - the man from the sex equipment industry. Colin checked the time. It would be a two hour flight to Oslo. Olav - Colin's darling `piss-brother' - planned to arrive from Copenhagen during the early afternoon. Bill had booked a luxury hotel room for the pair for the night at Oslo's skyscraper hotel. His last night in Norway should be very different from the military life up north.
"Oslo flight is ready to depart - please go to the gate!" The metallic voice woke Colin from the arms of a cute and sexy young man. He looked around and tried to cover his boner with his carry-on bag.
The fast airport shuttle train reached Oslo Central station in bright sunshine - a huge contrast to the full winter up north. The tall man with a grey goatee lifted his arm in a greeting when he saw Colin among the arriving passengers.
A real Norwegian handshake and another hand on Colin's shoulder welcomed the youngster to Oslo. "Nice to meet you again, Colin. Happy that you said yes to meet me in my home arena!" The man was one huge smile. Like in Glasgow, he was dressed in a black leather jacket and tight jeans. Colin knew that the `marketing director' was sixty-five and the major shareholder in his company. Colin had used the waiting time in Troms¿ well. His online search found Instagram pictures and a profile on Facebook showing a nature lover and family man.
"You really fooled me in Glasgow, young man!" Fred had still a hand on Colin's shoulder when they walked through the central hall. "The JustColin thong was from an Italian friend, eh?" He squeezed the shoulder lightly. "And the professional Colin, almost the owner of the brand, played an innocent student!" He grinned.
"But it's correct, sir. You met an innocent student who acted as your guide, remember?" Colin found Fred's eyes.
"Innocent, eh? Welcome, partner!" Fred put his arm around Colin and guided him to the footbridge that led to the nearby hotel. "You have booked a room here for tonight, I understand. May I offer you a coffee and allow me to help store your luggage?" Fred looked at his watch. "I hope you will visit my business premises and join me for a lunch later on."
Colin placed himself next to Fred on the leather sofa. The view from the sky bar was excellent. The Oslo Fjord was bright in the sunshine, the main street leading to the Royal Palace was crowded, and Akershus Castle, where Colin had just some days earlier received his temporary military equipment, was visible in front of a blue sky with some white clouds.
Coffee and chocolate croissants were just perfect for the young guest. "How did you find out about my small side-business?" he asked.
Fred coughed at the remark. "Not difficult with posters all over the city. You are an international star, Colin." Fred refilled Colin's coffee mug. "I've done some research you know!" Again, he grinned.
"Of course, you have. But I didn't know this was a business visit!" Colin tried to look serious. "I hoped you wanted to continue our hot evening in Glasgow. I even hoped you would find me attractive enough forÉ" He hesitated. "Ésome pleasure!"
"Business and pleasure - a good combination." Fred let one hand follow Colin's upper leg from the knee up to the crotch where he let his hand rest. Colin's reaction was obvious. He just spread his legs a little and licked some chocolate from his upper lip.
"The hidden side of JustColin could be what I'm looking for in a model so maybe we could come to some arrangement." Fred opened his laptop when he saw Colin's questioning face.
A dark club scene. A partly naked youngster was stripping, showing sexy underwear and bdsm gear. Colin had already seen the pirate copy of his Milan performance last year but it was not easy to identify the stripper.
"You think this guy looks like me?" Colin tried to look innocent. "The commentary calls the brand `Col-erotic'. Must be a company stealing my name. Dirty business." He smiled and drained the coffee mug.
"I love it, Colin! Wish you could promote my stuff, you are a number one." Fred looked at his watch again. "Please let me show you my house of pleasures. I have my car in the basement."
"Okay, sir. I look forward to some sightseeing, but I want to close the business meeting now." He handed Fred a business card. "My bosses would love to make contact with you, I'm sure!" He made exactly the same movement on Fred's upper leg as the man had just made on his. Colin smiled when he watched Fred cough and swallow twice. He remembered the man's bulge inside the black leather pouch from their play in Glasgow. Now Colin did what he could to cover up his boner. The thought of Fred's piano fingers playing with his back door and his tongue deep inside his love-hole was enough to make him horny. In Glasgow, Fred had managed to empty his balls twice, but Colin had never been able to strip the man totally for cock-play.
Fred was soon driving on the highway north, and just outside the city he turned from the highway and found a local way into an industrial area. The `centre for joy and love' seemed far from the love-palace Colin had constructed in his fantasy. Inside the building the pair were greeted by a very formal elderly lady, who sat behind a front desk in a room that looked more like a space centre than an erotic goods warehouse.
Fred grinned when Colin looked around with an open mouth. "We don't produce a single item up here, but we bring in sex and love-stuff from all over the world and then we send it back out. Stupid eh? But a good business!" Fred pointed at a huge screen with Chinese text. "Most is produced in the Far East but we have customers for our products out there as well. The sex world is different from politics and religion.
"I thought the porn industry was American based!" Colin commented.
"Yes, the porn industry is still US dominated!" Fred answered. "But I'm not in the porn industry. I'm a health worker, letting people stay healthy through hot sex and joy."
"But you sell porn videos. I've studied your website, sir!" Colin grinned too.
"Yes, those videos are a must for women around the world. On Netflix they would have been rated at 13+ but you know in some countriesÉ forget it! Let me show you the centre of joy!" Fred went through a tunnel that ended in a storeroom bigger than anything Colin had seen before. The room was filled with metal shelves from floor to ceiling, and small electric vehicles collected the orders for packing. Through a glass wall Colin could see some youngsters standing around long tables.
"Most of the business is closed down for the Easter holiday, but these students have an extra job and earn good money for packing special products." Fred opened the door for Colin and the eight youngsters inside said hello.
"Colin here is in the same business as us," Fred said. "But I'm afraid he's a competitor, a damn good one too. Any of you heard of JustColin underwear?" Some of them gave positive feedback.
"Very sexy, and very expensive underwear for teens, isn't it?" one of the male students commented.
"Italian, very sophisticated," another said.
"We will soon expand to Scandinavia!" Colin was suddenly a salesman. "And it's not only for teens. I'm sure some of you would love the hot brand. But let me ask you - what the hell are you doing?" Colin looked at the table filled with sex items of all different sorts.
"Our number one product last season!" Fred said. "We are packing Christmas advent calendars - 24 openings - all with very hot stuff for each day. "
"A glass Christmas tree with electric lights and a vibrating Christmas star is to be placed in room 24 this year. It's going to be a hot Christmas in many homes!" The loud-speaking young man handed Colin a glass dildo he knew well.
"Have you tried it, Buddy?" Colin asked. The four girls applauded Colin's question while the young man just grinned.
"But Christmas! It's only Easter!" Colin looked at Fred.
"We work in high gear all year to cover the demand. Now we are about to send 5,000 of these to Australia. They love them down there!" A girl lifted a flashlight - a wanking stick.
"You ever tried one of those?" The young man gave Colin a return question.
"Well, honestly I like the real thing better!" Colin didn't even blush.
"Okay guys, we will not disturb you any more. I'm going to show Colin the lingerie room now. Everything okay?" Fred was about to leave.
"We are short when it comes to black dicks - medium size," one of the girls replied. "So we are packing the large ones instead."
"More cock for the money!" the free-speaking lad commented.
"But the large ones have no foreskin. The black Large and X-Large penis models are made for the US. I'll talk to Berlin. Maybe they have some Medium ones in other colours. I don't want complaints if some cunts are stretched too much!" Fred grinned now.
"Some of the cunts we send with the advent calendar are quite loose." The lad had two fingers inside a skin-coloured rubber pussy.
"Have you ever touched a real pussy, son?" Fred patted the boy on the shoulder and left the room in front of Colin.
"Free-speaking kids," Fred commented.
"Well, I guess they have to be if they want to survive with all that sex-stuff around," Colin answered.
"Yes, I know, but Benny - the oldest lad - he would have chatted about cocks and pussies if he had just been sorting vegetables." Fred sighed. "But he's a sweet guy - very reliable. He hasÉ" Fred paused. "been with me for many years."
"Maybe certain vegetables are a rather good comparison!" Colin thought.
"I've ordered lunch for us here to save some time. I know you have an afternoon appointment, Colin." Fred let Colin into an elegant office with a dining area. Glass display cases around the walls held a lot of what Colin had seen in Fred's trunks in Glasgow.
"Meet Don!" Fred pointed at a black man in his early forties. "He's our new managing director, and he comes from London." Fred went to the table. "And this is Colin - the star and a shareholder in JustColin. You'd better charm him!" Fred smiled. "Will you please show Colin the bathroom? I'm sure he wants to freshen up before we eat, Miss Olsen." The lady from the reception had just arrived.
It was a strange meal - very nice food, and sparkling wine, but the chat was all about business. "Maybe we should make a rubber copy of your dick, Don, if Berlin can't send us some medium ones!" Fred joked. Miss Olsen did not smile. "And what about the new sex-tape? Is the Oslo store satisfied? A newcomer, but a revolution. You tried that, Colin? You are into ropes, I remember. Tape is better for the skin - well unless if you are hairy!" Fred seemed to be a bit nervous. He had three times placed a hand on Colin's upper leg and touched his bulge.
"I've heard about the new body-tape, but I haven't used it." Colin did not meet Miss Olsen's steel-grey eyes.
"You find a roll for us, Don. We can try that later on, eh?" Fred looked at Colin who wasn't quite satisfied with the situation. "You have instructed Benny about the photos?" Fred asked.
"Yes, sir. He has already gone to the studio!" Don talked as if Fred was the real boss around and Colin was sure that the 65 year old founder of the sex company really was still in charge.
After a ten minute drive and a visit to the bathroom, Colin was showed into what Fred called the studio. Lights and screens were well known to Colin, and young Benny from the packing table was working with the cameras. Both Fred and Don sat down in low chairs.
"I've brought masks for you, Colin, and a black hoodie too if you want to stay incognito. I would be very pleased if you would agree to present some of our items to the camera. That's the business part, but I would love some pictures for my private use too." Fred had his arms around Colin now.
"Please strip and show us the JustColin thong. You brought some other models as well, you mentioned." Again Fred was very excited.
Colin was not prepared for this, but he loved the situation. To strip for an audience and a camera was enough to send vibrations through his young body. He went into the bright light and found a chair. Like a professional, he stripped his upper body and played with his erect nipples. He sucked his fingers and threw his head backwards. He combed the dark curly hair with an open hand and licked his blood red lips with a searching tongue.
Next, Colin sat down on the chair and stripped off both shoes and socks. The athletic boy lifted a foot and licked his toes. Again he was behind the open chair and removed his jeans slowly. The red thong was his favourite but the size he used today was almost too small. His balls and little stiffy had problems inside the small pouch. JustColin in white letters marked the narrow waistband just above the smooth pubic area. Again Colin put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them. And again he played with his nipples. In the bright light, a second wet spot was very visible.
Colin went in front of the three men, turned around and bowed. With spread legs and with the help of his hands he showed his audience his smooth arsecrack. In slow motion he peeled off his underwear. Both men adjusted their bulges and the young photographer had shaky hands when Colin again turned to face them. The very clear erection with its shining naked cockhead above hard hairless balls made young Benny moan.
"Try this pair, my friend!" Colin threw the partly wet thong to the youngster, who in a reflex, put it in front of his nose.
`Cool down son, or you'll wet your pants!" Fred frowned.
Half an hour later and Colin was about to get bored. He had worn many different sexy garments and he had tried different light tools. Now he threw away the mask he had worn for the last photos. "Enough!" He went in front of Fred. "You are all damn horny, and you know I want your cock inside me this time." Colin placed one foot on Fred's knee.
Fred looked around, a bit upset because of the sudden change in Colin's attitude. Don looked on with some laughter in his eyes and young Benny was one huge grin.
"Don't be so bossy, kid. Nobody tells me what to do around here!" Fred answered Colin, but then stared at his new director. "You want to be my toy then? You are ready to serve an old man?" Fred's hands played with the young body in front of him.
"Yes, sir. Please, sir. Make me your toy. Treat me like one of your articles!" Colin bowed his head.
"You can leave, Benny. This is not for kids. I'll see you tonight. Be naked in bed when I come home. And no damn wanking!" Fred shouted to the youngster who seemed to be unhappy at having to leave.
"Find the tape, Don. We'll show this kid how to obey. You understand, Colin? No vanilla sex this time?" Fred waited a second before he moved a low padded bench forward.
"Yes, sir. Please do what you want with me, sir. I'm ready!" Colin did not meet Fred's eyes. The contrast between the two dressed men and the much smaller, naked youngster was huge.
The two acted like they had done this before. Colin was placed with his back on the bench and a sort of pillow was put under his hips. Don lifted one of Colin's legs up in the air while Fred lifted the arm on the same side. The wrist and the leg were taped together - firmly. The two moved to the other side and repeated the action. Colin was completely locked. He could not move. His cock dripped. His erection was obvious. His boy-cunt was fully visible in the studio light.
"You open him for me, Don. Don't hesitate. You are paid well!" Fred handed his director some lube. "Prepare him well. I don't want him hurt, but you know my size!" Fred unzipped his tight jeans, too tight for a man of 65 Colin had thought. Now the man went up behind Colin's head and forced the head down. He opened his jeans and presented Colin a half-hard monster.
"Make me hard, kid!" Fred commanded. The cocksucker from Scotland didn't have any problem with the mushroom cockhead, but without free hands, his movements were up to Fred. The man didn't wait, but gave the coughing Colin more and more. The dark-coloured cock filled his mouth. Tears dripped from Colin's eyes but he did not complain, and his boy-dick was rock hard.
At the end side of the bench Don worked on Colin's arse. He finger-fucked him dry, but the pain made Colin close up instead of open. Don spat on his fingers, and he spat inside the boy-cunt, before he used the lube he had been given. Soon Don had three grown-up fingers inside the boy. Colin's trembling showed that he was a bit uncomfortable, but that changed when Don knelt and started a job with his tongue. When the tongue entered him and Fred changed positions, Colin screamed. His mouth was soon filled by Fred's cock. This time the man tried to throat-fuck the youngster. By using all his skills Colin managed, but he wasn't happy for the restriction to his breathing. He gave the man a light touch with his teeth. With a roar Fred withdrew.
"Too hard, baby?" Fred whispered. He slapped Colin's cheeks with his hard erection.
"Go on, sir. I wait for your tongue, and I wait for that monster inside my arse!" Colin winked. He could see that Don had started to unbutton his formal trousers. He was curious about the black man's equipment, but wanted Fred inside him, not the new man. The two men changed position. Don placed himself behind Colin and used his hands and fingers on Colin's upper body. Soon he concentrated on the very sensitive nipples. At the same time Fred started his rimming. With a tongue like a reptile and wet lips kissing and licking, Colin was soon leaving this earth. He couldn't stop it. His body wanted relief. Fred was too hot, and Don was a killer on his upper body.
"I can't. I will. Yes, no, no. Fuck. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. The first long white rope of cum hit Don's face, the second hit the man's suit, while the rest of the eruption landed on Colin's own body.
Neither of the men stopped. Fred moved from Colin's arse to his dick and balls and cleaned the boy with great skill. Don used his fingers to feed Colin his own spunk. The shot that hit his own face remained and Fred laughed when he saw it. "I do like the boy-cream on your face, director!" Fred said. "A sign of success!" He opened his fly wider and tugged his super-erect cock forward. With a tube from his own pocket, he greased up his huge cock.
Colin lifted his head to see it better. "Longer than Daddy's!" he thought. "And thicker than Kasim's. And I can't move!"
"Are you ready, Colin? You ready to be my toy?" Fred let his glistening cock follow the taped upper leg all the way to the hand that couldn't move.
"I'm ready, sir. Please fuck me hard. Let me cum again, I have more inside my balls, much more!" Colin let his head rest close to Don's body. Don comforted the sweating youngster. He played with Colin's dark hair, and kissed him lightly on his forehead.
Colin tried to relax when Fred's mushroom head found the entrance. Fred used both hands to open Colin even more, and then he pushed hard and steady. The pain was intense. One of the biggest Colin had taken - and he couldn't move - he was all locked up. But he trusted the man he had met in Glasgow, and he trusted the man who had given him so much oral pleasure. Now he tried to push back and meet the intruder. Fred managed to get the cockhead inside before he had to stop.
"Give him some nitrous oxide!" Fred shouted, and threw a box to Don.
"No drugs for me! Don't spoil my fun! Go on, sir. I'm not a softie. Please sir, you're my boss. Enter me - all the way - please!" Colin spoke throug gritted teeth and then took Fred's cock all the way. The man stopped when all inside. Then he pulled back until only the cockhead remained inside and then pushed back in the same way. Colin moaned and lost most of his erection. Fred hardly moved.
"Go on, boss! Fuck me back to heaven now, and let me taste that sweet cock of yours, Don. Stuff me, both of you. Please." Colin had recovered enough to beg for sex again.
The men took the signal, and started a double fuck. Don was not as tough as Fred, and Colin was soon dripping hard. Fred had worked hard for the last few minutes and Don tried to give him the poppers. Fred took the small bottle and threw it across the room. "You think I need assistance!" He yelled and fucked Colin with long hard strokes, before he rotated and toyed with Colin's prostate.
"I will be cumming soon, sir, I don't think IÉ" Clear cum shot from his cock. Not as hard as first time, but enough to drip down his wet body. With a fast withdrawal, Fred left Colin's love-tunnel and with some jerks he shot his man-cream over the tied-up body in front of him.
Don had been wanking his black cock for a while. Now he followed the real boss, and his cum hit Colin's face and open mouth. Colin licked and swallowed what he could manage.
"Gentlemen, please cut me down. My arms and feet tickle like I'm resting on needles - and I hate needles." Colin grinned.
Fred had a sharp knife ready and soon the two men gave Colin a very soothing massage. The two were both formally dressed again when they helped Colin to a waiting shower.
There was a very cold wind blowing when the ship from Copenhagen entered Oslo harbour. Colin, dressed in a white skiing outfit, tried to find Olav - his piss-brother from Bergen - among the arriving passengers. He could hardly wait when he saw him coming down the walkway. The two youngsters met in a deep kiss among the hundreds of arrivals. Nobody seemed to care about the boys' hot love scene.
"Do we have to go out for dinner?" Colin asked. Both he and Olav were drowned in warm white robes in the middle of the king-size bed. They had been in bed since their arrival, except for a shower and the renewed piss ceremony.
"We will order pizza and some beers, and jump into the jacuzzi. That will be a nice supper, eh?" Colin answered his own question.
A rather spooky sound told Colin that he had received a message on his phone. He almost blushed when he saw the picture on his phone. Olav was curious and Colin felt a bit stupid when he tried to cover up the screen.
"Who's that hot soldier?" Olav asked. "A new lover, I believe."
Colin blushed. He had never wanted to keep his meeting secret from his piss-brother but now he suddenly felt as if he had betrayed his young friend. "The guys in the barrack called him `Bergen' so he's probably from your city." Colin found Olav's blue eyes. "His name is Jon, a real man - a real man." Colin was suddenly far away. "We went on a winter army exercise together - crazy!"
"Did he fuck you?" Olav was very direct.
"No, just hand-jobs and some sucking inside a tight sleeping bag with all his comrades around us. I haven't even seen him hard!" Colin sighed. "He's still out there somewhere."
"You miss him?" Olav sounded a bit sore.
"Not when I'm with you, stupid!" Colin put both arms around his friend.
"He has a huge cock, I guess. Tall man, isn't he?" Olav whispered.
"Stupid Bro! Does it matter? But he sent me this picture. We're like teenagers sending dick-picks, eh?" Colin showed Olav the picture Jon had sent him - a very erect young man giving a grand salute.
"Wish he was here! He could have given us a real fuck!" Olav had a hand inside Colin's robe.
"Jealous, Brother?" Colin kissed his friend deep and wet.
"No, we have never promised to be monks, have we?" Olav smiled. "I must admit that I met a military guy in Copenhagen too. Iben. He serves onboard a submarine. Cute guy, met him in the park. Think he was looking for someone more mature than me though."
"And he fucked you, horny boy? You don't have to answer. You looked so newly-fucked when I met you!" Colin kissed his friend again. "Show me his picture!"
"I don't have one, not yet. He promised toÉbut I have something else!" Olav left the bed for his trunk and returned with a box that he handed Colin.
Colin opened the box and found a real rubber-cock with balls and foreskin. "Wow! That's really something for rainy nights in Bergen." He grinned.
"Exactly Iben's size!" Olav blushed. "We bought it in Copenhagen this morning - a souvenir from my archeological conference."
"Smelling of soap!" Colin sniffed the pink cock.
"Newly washed - you see." Olav blushed again.
"You used it on the ship, didn't you Bro?" Colin didn't wait for an answer. He had already found the lube and was preparing the fake cock for action. Two pairs of robes landed on the floor.
"JonÉIbenÉColinÉOlavÉBergenÉ piss-brotherÉ fuckÉdeeperÉ cum againÉcome, come!" The boys' vocabulary was both primitive and intense over the next hour.
It was late evening when the room-service guy knocked the door bringing pizza and beer to the sweaty `piss-brothers'.
The flight from Oslo home to Scotland was a dream. For once Colin enjoyed the flight. The contrast between the white snow in the Norwegian mountains, the blue sea between Western Norway and Scotland, and the green beauty of his home country was impressive.
The farewell at the airport had been a bit tense. Colin and Olav had no plans for their next reunion. Both of them had important exams in front of them and nothing was decided about the coming semesters. Colin knew he would have the summer filled with modelling jobs in France and elsewhere, but he hadn't involved Olav in the `dirty' part of his business. Olav himself was stressed because his uncle seemed to want to stay in Africa, and Olav missed the security of a daddy figure. "Maybe I could borrow your Bill?" had been Olav's words when he talked about his loneliness in Bergen.
"Nice to see the castle from above," the lady next to Colin remarked. "You live in Edinburgh?" The very talkative lady tried to make conversation.
"No, I live in Glasgow, and I study there. No direct flights there from Norway, but my fiancŽ is meeting me at Edinburgh Airport." Colin grinned.
"Is she studying too?" The lady was too close for Colin's taste.
"Yes, he is a student too. I have missed him!" Colin sent the lady a bright smile. She closed her mouth and concentrated on the view.
"Silly guy!" Colin thought. Kenny was standing behind the fence in the arrival hall with a huge sign above his head. "Colin, welcome home!"
Colin blushed at the unexpected attention, but went up to his grinning room-mate and fuck-buddy and gave him a high-five. He would have hugged him, but he wasn't sure that this was the time and place for that. The straight youngster was normally not a kissing or hugging guy. Dressed for the cool weather in baggy, knee-length sports shorts and a hoodie, Kenny just looked like the hunk he was. Colin went behind Kenny and admired the guy's lack of style, two different socks and rather well-used joggers. But he was so damned sexy. Just looking at Kenny's hairy legs and the outline of a half-hard hanging cock, was enough to give Colin a dripping hard-on.
"Good of you to meet me, but why didn't you use my car?" Colin dropped his luggage and looked around. They were in the middle of some high trailers. Four arms met and the two lads hugged hard and tight. Colin pushed his hips forward and was met by his favourite tool - now growing inside the baggy outfit. When free to enter the old car, he tented a very visible boner.
"I've missed you, Kiddo." Kenny pulled Colin as tight as possible. "My chick has been crazy since I returned from the States. Thinks I've been fucking around or something!"
"Have you?" Colin grinned and squeezed Kenny's erection. "No underwear?" Colin asked. "Prepared for a fuck orÉ?"
"I hoped for a hitchhiker!" Kenny left the airport on whining wheels. The airport police turned on the blue lights, but quickly switched them off again.
"You were lucky, mate. I guess the police got a glimpse of me!" Colin was in great humour. A short time into the journey he said, "You know the old sports field where we met your old rugby team? We must make a short stop there."
"You want to piss or something, Kiddo?" Kenny found the place Colin meant.
"Yes, something!" Colin said. "Stop behind the old barracks mate. Not a living soul around." He stripped off his jacket and his t-shirt before he pulled down his jeans and boxer-briefs in a single movement. He was naked and dripping erect before his slower roomie knew what was happening.
Kenny took the signal. He struggled to lower the seat-back, while Colin helped him to undress. Minutes after they had stopped, the two mates were ready for a fast, naked fuck in the old car. Colin spread Kenny's legs as far as possible and knelt between his hanging balls. The cock was not at all hanging. The cut pole - 26 cm (just over 10 inches) the last time Colin measured it - waited for Colin's mouth treatment. Colin knew this cock better than any other except for his Dad's. The two had probably tried every possible way of sex between guys in the almost two years they had lived together. But the straight guy's favourite thing was to be sucked by a master, and then to lift the smaller guy on top of him and have him ride him like a jockey. The two did not need a long time for preparation or even finishing. In the correct mood they could fuck for hours calling each other dirty names without counting the number of spunkings, but now they were in a hurry.
Kenny knew Colin's habits - a fast sucking and a mouth-fuck not too deep, just so he would taste his pre-cum. Combined with some taste of Kenny's sweat, the taste of pre-cum made the little one crazy. Kenny knew that. Now he was there already.
Colin climbed onto Kenny's body. "Open me, Kenny. You have lube ready, I'm sure!" He struggled to open the glove compartment.
Kenny used three fingers inside Colin's arse. "You are damn tight, Kiddo. Not been fucked in the last week, have you?
"Stop kidding - you think I'm a monk or something? Go on now. Get inside me. I'm damn horny." Colin placed his feet on the seat and lowered his open arse onto the waiting spear. The cock was perfect, long and not too thick. The cock bottomed him in one single movement. Colin moaned and so did Kenny. They often discussed who was the top and who was the bottom in this position. Now Colin was in charge at the beginning, but the roof of the car troubled him. He couldn't move.
"Fuck me now, stallion - I've waited a week for this," Colin shouted. Kenny smiled and started fucking Colin from below - long strokes and then short ones, before he made some helicopter movements. Colin wriggled like a worm. He knew that Kenny was about to fill his inner body with his manly cream.
"I'm close. Damn, Kenny! I can't wait, I can't wait. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Hands-free his cock spread white strings of spunk over his body, the seat and the car.
"Argh! Damn! Damn!" Kenny lifted Colin with his own body until Colin screamed when his head hit the roof. Kenny pumped and pumped and filled Colin's insides with his load.
At home in the flat not far from the university gate, Colin was happy to finish his visit to the bathroom. Naked, he hurried into the bedroom. He grinned when he saw Kenny upon the bed - in the same position as he had been in the car - and with the same heavy boner he had when they fucked less than an hour ago.
"Don't let me boss you now, Kenny love. Please fuck me your way. Fuck me hard and master me. Please let me be your Kiddo for real!" Colin lay down on his front, spread his legs and lifted his butt. Kenny grinned and found the lube that always was present. Colin was home from Norway, and Kenny was back from the States. The new semester of the university year was about to start.
To be continued.