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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 48 (Bill's birthday)
"GentlemenÉand lady!" Colin, still dressed in black and white, was standing in front of the stairs. "I hope you have something nice to drink. I want to welcome you to the JustColin world for some minutes. Cheers!" He lifted his glass. "You perhaps already know that first collection of JustColin underwear for young guys - and loved by their fathers and grandfathers as well - will be supplemented with a new collection of swimwear this year."
Heavy laughter and some whining was heard from upstairs.
"Some of our young guests, if they manage to undress each other, will be showing us next summer's outfits. As you heard Signore Beroni say in the video we just watched, I am able to present some of the new models especially for you today. They are to be a secret from the public until the show in Milan next month. Please give us some music, Bruce, and some glimpses from last year's presentation." Colin was suddenly very professional.
On the screen, a black and yellow car drove into a huge hall with an almost naked Colin on the top.
"Welcome to Newcastle! I had to bribe a policeman to be allowed to make that entrance," Colin commented.
"Not the first policeman you have blown, Colin, eh?" Bruce shouted. He had probably had too much to drink already.
"Bruce, please!" Bill's voice was very clear.
"His young son was happy for the football pattern model, I'm sure!" Colin smiled and went on.
"Let me now present my first model!" A door upstairs opened and, to some light rock music, young Charlie appeared in the spotlight set up for the occasion. Charlie didn't seem at all comfortable, being naked but for the tiniest possible black bikini. When he turned at the top of the stairs, the JustColin logo was seen on one buttock. Charlie's very nice globes filled the garment well. The swimsuit just covered his arsecrack and, when the lad stopped like a professional model in the middle of the stairs and used both thumbs to pull down the front slightly, glimpses of his red pubic hair could be seen. The audience applauded.
"Thank you, Charlie! I have to tell you all that first time I met this tough guy was at a show in Newcastle. We also met later here in Manchester." Colin pointed at the screen where two teams of football players dressed only in sports jocks entered the scene.
"The swimwear here is too small for most Americans but it will go down well in Europe, I think." Colin applauded Charlie, who went over to his protector Doug, who had just arrived at the party, and sat down in his lap. Without shyness, Doug gave the young model a deep kiss and put a caring arm around him.
"Our next model is an international one. It should fit extremely well on the beaches of the Mediterranean. I'm happy to have two international models here today. Welcome Habib from Marseilles and Olav from Bergen." The two boys entered the staircase stage in a very professional manner, while the screen showed the huge stairs in an Oxford Street store in London. Habib was dressed in white and Olav in black. There was no doubt that Habib showed a bulge that was more impressive than the Norwegian's. However this was not because his circumcised dick was bigger, but because a real erection filled the swimwear well. The brown-skinned Habib with black oiled hair, and the very light-skinned Olav with a cloud of fluffy blond hair were real contrasts.
"You will see that this model has almost no sides and the rear is very minimal." Colin smiled when the two boys walked hand in hand down to the floor and let the audience brush against their almost naked bodies.
"Thank you, guys!" Colin grinned when Habib passed Kasim and sat down in Anton's lap. Olav was one big smile when he hugged Bill and let him embrace him.
"Let's leave the more traditional models for now. My company dares to be a bit more sexy than last year. Teenagers are sexier these days, you know!" Colin grinned. Some of the men whistled. The screen showed Colin driving his JustColin car through the streets of Glasgow.
"My Glasgow mate will show us a piece of swimwear unlike anything you have seen before. Please welcome Kenny!" Colin applauded. The all-red jockstrap had no back, only the traditional side-ribbons. There was an open round area between the pouch and the broad JustColin signed waistband. Kenny's trimmed black pubic hair was clearly seen. When he stepped into the spotlight, his muscles were shining and the athlete was really performing. The only lady present - Linda - lifted her body from the sofa and applauded like crazy. None of the viewers doubted that the meat inside Kenny's pouch was a good size, and some probably had dirty thoughts about what would happen if this guy got a full erection. The open hole would have more than just black pubic hair poking out of it!
"Thank you, Kenny. Let the audience feel the lovely texture of the soft material". Colin waited until Kenny had passed. Bruce did a lot more than just touch the material, but Kenny just grinned. He went up to lady's place on the sofa and sat down beside her while putting an arm around her waist. She giggled like a teenage girl. Kenny thought that the sixty year old lady acted like a hot milf.
On the screen, Colin was wearing white wings as he was lowered from the roof in the Berlin arena, down to the globe and the water cascades. Soon the audience focused their attention to Colin who had left his place on the floor and now was standing with his legs spread in the middle of the stairs. The music changed to Latin rhythms. With closed eyes, the lad played with his own body, squeezed his prominent nipples and pushed his hips forward.
Colin opened his eyes and grinned. "I will now show you another sexy item, probably for teenagersÉyes, you know?" He was about to leave the professional presentation. "We have an item we call the tennis ball. It's so tiny that you may hide it inside such a ball. You would like to see it?" Like a magician he suddenly produced a red tennis-ball.
"Yeah!" was the answer from his very eager audience.
"Mark, please." Colin looked at the new boy in the street. He had recently moved in with his father, Drummond. Colin hadn't met them properly, but since Bill had had sex with the lad at the cult ceremony in the mansion, and since he knew that the father wanted to watch his son being fucked by other men, Colin wanted to involve them in the party.
"Please undress me, Mark!" Colin continued. The father almost pushed the eighteen year old youngster forward. Mark looked more like fifteen than eighteen, and now he blushed and tried to hide the erection that had betrayed him during the whole performance. The lad was ten centimetres (4 inches) above Colin's height, very slim and nice looking. With blue eyes, dark crew-cut hair and the whitest smile you could dream of, he was a young beauty. Now he stood in front of Colin and tried with sweating hands to unbutton his shirt.
"Relax, Mark. You are doing fine," Colin used both hands on the lad's shoulders. Soon Colin was shirtless. "You want to suck my nipples?" Colin suddenly asked.
"Colin, behave!" Bill's voice was like a knife. Colin was immediately back in the presentation role. He helped the boy to open his belt, and quite elegantly the two managed to remove Colin's trousers. It wasn't a surprise for anybody, but Colin was now dressed only in a tight low-cut bikini.
The screen now showed the last episode from the catwalk in Milan where Colin `lost' his robe and showed his naked body to the international press. Now Colin found the tennis ball and threw it to Mark's father. "Please open it, sir! I'll show you the sexiest swimwear of the season!" Now he turned his back to the audience. "Please strip me, Mark!" The boy took hold of the narrow waistband with both hands. Slowly, as if this was a real performance, Mark pulled Colin's underwear down. With just a small bow, Colin was stripped completely. The student, model and pornstar was fully naked in front of his Dad and his friends. "Please help your son to dress me again, Mr Drummond. I'm a bit shy, you see." Colin's comment made the public laugh.
Without hesitation, Drummond handed the tiny piece of cloth to Mark, who tried to dress him. The dressing wasn't that easy. The pouch covered Colin's balls and dick, held by a thin string around the body and a similar string between Colin's hairless crack. Colin adjusted his erection and was happy that the pouch had room for his stiffness.
"Thank you, guys, and welcome to our street," Colin said. "Please keep my JustColin underwear, Mark, if you like it." The young man had never turned aside Colin's underwear. Mark and Drummond left for their seats when the screen ended with a frozen picture of the naked Colin in Milan. Now he turned around.
"Well, I wonder who will buy this sexy gear. Is it something you might like, Dad, or as we just saw on the screen, do you prefer me to go commando now?" Like a professional model, Colin walked down the stairs and across the floor and let the audience applaud.
Still with a glass in his hand, Bruce stood up. "Let's cheer all the models, and thank Colin for the preparations." He lifted his glass. Then he looked at his watch. "On behalf of the organisers I have some practical information for you." He cleared his throat. "Time for a break and an opportunity for you to rest! You are all welcome to join us at the pub at seven for a pre-dinner drink. After that my own Johnny invites you for a Chinese meal at his parents' restaurant. There is no guidance regarding clothes, but I know the birthday guy and hisÉpartnerÉwill show up in their kilts tonight."
Colin put a hand on Bruce's arm. "And after the Chinese supper we will meet in the garden and in the playroom for some fun, and Kenny will be the barbecue master for those of you still hungry enough for snacks. As he is half-American, he should manage. At the garden party, clothing is optional, but as you know, my dad is a shareholder in JustColin too, so I hope you chose some sexy clothes. Please don't be afraid to show off your fantasies. See you all at seven o'clock! For those who don't need a nap, I know Bruce has heated his sauna."
The house emptied very fast. Colin had just gone into his old boyhood room to clean up after the show when Kasim hurried inside. Seconds later Colin was in his arms. Colin, just in a short bathrobe, was stripped and almost thrown upon the bed. Colin smiled when he watched the `Stallion from Morocco' strip off his clothes. The tall dark-skinned Arab did not need to ask what Colin wanted. The two had communicated silently since Kasim's arrival that morning. With a lot of people around they hadn't been able to meet privately.
"Where is Bill?" Colin whispered. Colin could hardly speak when the huge man covered him with his hot body.
"He has taken Habib over to Anton's house to settle him into the guest room," Kasim answered. "If I know your Daddy, he has Habib in his arms right now!"
"I want you to fuck me, Kasim. Fuck me hard. Kenny was inside me not so long time ago and I hope to be fucked in the garden party tonight, but I can't wait that long. I'm so damn horny! Wish you could have fucked me downstairs with all the guests present. And I wish we could show some of the secret porn moviesÉah.. yes, yes.." Colin had to stop speaking. Kasim squeezed his balls with his huge hands.
"You want me to bind you Colin? You really want me to master you - just now - here in your little-boy bed? Kasim used his teeth on Colin's nipples, and Colin lifted his hips to meet the huge body.
"Aye, please master me. You find my kid-stuff and cuffs in the small cupboard on your right. The ropes are permanently attached underneath the mattress. Bind me tight and fuck me without mercy. Make me cum, Kasim. I have longed for you. This summer will be hot, eh?" Colin's mouth was closed when Kasim kissed him. He ate his mouth wildly, exchanged spit with him and licked his lips and sucked his searching tongue.
Kasim put a tiny white singlet on his boy and had found a set of cut-down pyjama trousers, teddy bear ones with double openings. "Diaper?" Kasim used the American word for nappy. His cock was dripping hard as it often was when he indulged in roleplay. The grown-up man still had a youthful erection - the almost 26 cm (just over 10 inches) long, very thick cock lifted from his body without touching.
"No wet stuff here, I'm afraid, because Olav will have this bed tonight. No time for change. You want to piss me down, Master? If so, we go to the bathroom. I need a pee. Please carry me!" Colin let his stage partner and master carry him across the upper hall to the bathroom. The naked Kasim placed Colin in the shower. He hardly looked a day older than twelve.
"Why did you call for me, lad?" Kasim's voice was mild.
"I had a bad dream sir, and I couldn't sleep, and my prick was hurting?" Colin looked at the man with huge eyes.
"What did you dream, baby?" Kasim played with his own balls - dragged them down as if to reduce his erection.
I dreamt I couldn't pee, and then I dreamt that milk dripped from my prick, and when I touched my prick it was not a dream, I was wet, and the prick didn't hurt anymore. Then I called you because if I pee in bed, you will spank me, I know! May I pee now, sir?" Colin had a super-hard erection, but slowly a wet spot grew at the pyjama's front, dripped down the pyjama legs, along the naked knees and down onto the bathroom floor.
Kasim's yellow stream started very softly. His hard-on was iron-like. With moaning and a soft touch, he pushed Colin down on his knees. Soon the grown up man's piss hit the youngster. The erect nipples were soon seen through the thin wet fabric. Colin opened his mouth as a signal for the next step.
"Yeah, drink my fluid, boy. It will do you good. Good boy, good boy." Kasim went a bit closer and managed to hit the open mouth. Colin closed his eyes and swallowed. Most ran down the piss-wet kid's clothes, but Colin opened his mouth wider and the yellow juice frothed inside his mouth. Like a real slut, Colin found Kasim's cockhead and slurped the last drops. With hands around Kasim's round manly butt, he went on sucking. The boy was all wet.
"I'll see you in bed in ten minutes, son, with your ass wide open. Your fuck-buddy has done a good job earlier today, I understand." Kasim left the bathroom while Colin hurried to put his piss-wet clothes into the washing machine before turning on the shower.
"You plan to fuck that beauty, Bill?" Anton, Bill's neighbour, watched young Habib from behind. The lad was carrying a light travel-bag upstairs. "He was very excited during the show. You think he is horny still?"
"Boys are always horny. You are too, Anton, but be careful with this guest. Kasim is a tough guardian." Bill could not but admire his neighbour. The boyish man of Dutch-Indonesian heritage had changed into the loincloth he often used at home. The forty year old naturist was tanned and smooth.
"Be a pal, Bill. Let the door to my bedroom stay ajar. You know I love a hot glimpse. No need for binoculars this time!" Anton grinned. His use of binoculars to watch Colin sunbathing in the garden had been the topic of discussion between the neighbours more than once.
"Keep your balls full for tonight then. There will be some good stuff to watch, I'm sure!" Bill used one hand to cup Anton's smooth balls inside the Tarzan outfit.
"Is this an invitation?" Anton locked on Bill's hand.
"No, a warning!" Bill turned and followed Kasim's young nephew upstairs.
"You haven't told me what sort of audition you went to in London, Habib? Kasim wants you into porn orÉ?" Bill sat down in a chair while the young man rested on top of the double bed.
"Uncle refuses to let me to do that, sir. I had an offer in Marseille from his old photographer, but Uncle grew really mad." The light-coloured boy smiled. "Would be good to earn money for doing something I enjoy!" The boy, normally very shy, spoke rather freely to the man with whom he had made love last summer in France.
"They're looking for some young guys for a French-British `coming-out' youth story for TV. You know Don, Mr Reynard's photographer. He is involved. Very professional. He shot me and Colin in London last year remember!"
"Yeah, I remember. A great, very hot movie. Please show me what you did for your audition." Bill coughed and swallowed. His voice was a bit hoarse.
"I first had an interview in French and English, and then I had to move around, and even lie down while they took pictures me, and finally I had to undress." Habib looked down and blushed.
"Please, go on son. I've seen your body before and the swimwear today wasn't much of a covering." Bill looked at the door to the neighbouring room. It came as no surprise to see that the door wasn't fully closed.
Habib stripped off his Arab-style tunic and t-shirt. The teen's upper body, with the dark areolas, was exciting. "Show me your muscles, boy!" Bill demanded and Habib happily obeyed.
"Did they want to see you naked?" Again Bill coughed.
"Yes, they took pictures of me from all angles, sir. A bit embarrassing. There was an old lady present too!" Habib pulled down his baggy trousers. He had kept Colin's bathing gear on underneath.
Bill smiled. He knew that lady, the owner of the studio. She was a real protector of the young boys placed in her care.
"You want me to strip out of these too, sir?" Habib had placed his thumbs in the waistband of the swimsuit.
"If you feel comfortable, yes, please. Have you grown since last year?" Bill was nearly ashamed of his own question.
"Think I have, sir. They wanted me to make it hard. They said it was okay. `No need for prosthetics,' one man said. I don't know what they meant by that. They just laughed. It was a bit embarrassing, sir." Habib showed a real erection in front of Bill. The boy was totally smooth but for some trimmed black pubic hair. The dick was Colin-sized, but he was circumcised with a round dickhead so the cock seemed bigger.
"Please Habib, let me!" Bill opened his arms and let Habib understand that he was wanted closer. "You will allow me, son?" Bill placed his hands on the warm hips.
"Yes, yes, sir. I hope sirÉI mean, will you, I remember...last yearÉplease!" Habib stammered. He let the swollen cockhead rest just inside Bill's willing lips. Anton, with a free view of the room, lifted his loincloth and found his brown veiny cock.
Four ropes and four cuffs were ready when Colin, now wrapped in a towel, was back in his old room after a shower. Kasim had done this business before so in no time Colin was bound like an X, with the stiff cock as his highest point. Kasim climbed onto the bed.
"You still the tough guy, or have you grown soft like your Dad?" Kasim grinned.
"I haven't changed much, sir. Treat me like you have always done, please. I love your hard body, sir. Just master me!" Colin gritted his teeth when Kasim used his strong fingers to squeeze the already erect nipples. When the man then used his fingernails, Colin moaned softly. Kasim added to this with some hard slaps with an open hand on Colin's cock. A thread of slimy pre-cum wet Kasim's hand.
Kasim went back to the nipples. He spat on both, and then kissed and bit them. Colin howled now. Kasim watched the still full erection and placed one hand tightly around the small balls and tugged them while his other hand forced the foreskin as far back as possible. The string underneath the glans was stretched to its upper limit.
Kasim looked around as if he was searching for something. On the wall beside the bed he found what he looked for - a riding crop. He grabbed the crop and started to tease Colin's body. Between light teasing, he sometimes hit a bit harder. He started at the upper body, tapped Colin's pubic area and then the inner legs. Then, all of a sudden, the riding crop hit Colin's stiff cock hard from one side, and then from the other side. After a longer period of just teasing, Kasim hit Colin's balls quite hard, again and again, while he watched the stiff cock dripping pre-cum. Just soft moaning was heard from the boy who closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a silent cry when his balls were hit.
"You are the old Colin, man. Damn tough. I have to eat you now!" Kasim threw away the riding crop before he turned 69 upon the bound lad and gave him his huge cock. Colin had sucked this man many times, and he knew his equipment was too huge for his throat. Kasim knew that Colin wasn't into breathing control games, so he didn't force anything. He just let Colin take what he could and he was good. The huge man took both Colin's cock and balls into his mouth and used his hard lips and tongue to answer Colin's work on his own spear.
Colin trembled. He tried to push Kasim away and he succeeded. "Please sir, fuck me now. I'm close, close. Please!" he shouted. Again Kasim turned around. He spat on his fingers and forced two deep into Colin's arse. The sudden penetration hit Colin. Bound on his back, and he was in a way locked.
"You're tight, son, didn't your fuck-buddy open you properly?" He added a third finger. Colin was happy for the lube he had applied to his hole after his quick shower.
"I'm prepared for giving you pleasure, master. Just feel it!" Colin tried to work his arse-muscles, but Kasim knew what was coming and made his fingers rotate.
"Please, sir. Master, sorry master, fuck me now! Give me your cock, show me that you are the real one, please!" Colin whispered now. He looked at Kasim with tear-filled eyes.
Kasim unlocked Colin's legs, but let him still be bound by his hands. He reached for the tub of lube lying beside the bed and greased up his huge weapon before he filled up the youngster's love tunnel with a large amount of gel. He lifted Colin's legs without problems and spread them wide. He pushed the legs back and Colin opened for `the stallion'. Colin prepared for the pain he knew was coming - always some pain. "The cock was like a kid's arm," Colin once told Kenny. But the pain soon changed to heat, to the excitement of being stuffed, and then Kasim would fuck him like nobody else could.
Kasim placed his cockhead outside the hole and let Colin make the first move. The open arse sucked the tip of the head inside, but not enough. Then Kasim used force - heavy force. Colin howled but Kasim knew what he wanted and didn't stop. He didn't stop until his huge balls hit Colin's crack.
"You okay, son?" Kasim asked.
"You okay, master? Why did you stop? I want it hard, really hard. Make me cum, make my cock spit, sir." Colin wished he could have stroked his cock with his hands, but he was locked. Kasim had to do the job using only his cock.
Kasim switched between long strokes and short ones, and he pulled out and penetrated the tight boy-cunt again and again. Colin's balls had been emptied by Kenny not so long ago, but Colin was full again from all the stimulation Kasim had given him. Every time Colin was near the edge - Kasim knew him well - the master slowed down and waited for Colin's breathing to normalise - then he started again.
Colin soon felt that Kasim's cock was growing, and that this big one was even harder. He tried to meet him with force, but he couldn't. He knew the end of this fuck was near for both of them. The two had fucked on stage, they had fucked in public, they had fucked in threesomes and in orgies, they had worked with dildos and canes, whips and paddles, the two knew how to synchronise a dual orgasm.
This time Kasim withdrew just in time to let Colin cum hands-free all over his body, head and bed like a geyser. Then he took his huge cock in a hard fist and then he just pushed and pushed, without wanking. The load left the huge cock like a bullet. The old pornstar knew how to give producers their happy ending, and now Colin's face was hit with white, dripping man-milk. The boy received, licked and slurped like a cat drinking cream. Kasim smiled and helped with the cleaning before he uncuffed the locked hands. Colin's arms found Kasim's neck and, unlike professional pornstars, the kiss was deep and real.
"I think Olav will need new sheets!" Kasim grinned.
Habib closed his eyes and let Bill work on his young cock. Bill knew that the lad was not a stayer, but there was not time enough to let the boy cum twice. And Bill wanted a fuck. He let Habib withdraw. Without any signals, Habib fell down between Bill's legs and opened his belt. Bill was still dressed in his formal suit trousers, but had left the jacket at home. Now he helped the boy to undress him.
Soon Bill was showing off his naked body just like Mr Reynard's video of him in France last summer. His masseur and intimate helper Chit had prepared a very trimmed body for the occasion. Now he was smoother than he had been for a long time. Colin had teased him and said that his arse was like a smooth bottom guy's. "Just wait until the stubble is back after a few days!" had been Bill's comment.
With a searching hand, Habib found Bill's erection. He then used his other hand to play with the foreskin. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the wet spot around the piss-slit. Bill let him work and play with the stiff man-cock. Habib was not a sucker like Colin, but soon the boy had taken Bill's manhood inside and he was using his mouth like a cunt.
Bill had been horny all day. The memories of France through the video clips and Colin's sexy performance was enough to let him long for a real fuck. He placed his hands on the Arab boy's head and forced his cock inside. Habib gagged and came near to vomiting, but soon he changed and took most of Bill's cock inside his mouth.
"Good boy! Just lick me now, Habib. You're doing great, man." Bill used his hands to caress the naked lad. Then he almost lifted him onto the bed. "Let me do you now!" Bill dived into the youngster's arse crack and licked all his bottom area and his balls while he very carefully played with the nipples.
"You have some cream, boy? You are so tight." Bill looked around.
"In my bag, sir. Uncle gave me!" Habib reached over and found the lube.
"You grease me up, Habib, please." Bill was on his knees on the bed. Habib's hands played with Bill's tool while making it ready for the fuck.
"Prepare your own boy-cunt too, Habib. Make it ready for me." Bill was dripping horny when the youngster fucked himself with his fingers.
"Kasim fucked you lately, son?" Bill helped Habib to turn around. Bill wanted to start doggy-style, thinking it would be easiest for the young one.
"No, he hasn't. He says my Dad would kill him if he did. My teacherÉehÉ yeahÉmoreÉmore." Habib had problems talking. Bill had two fingers inside him, prodding his love-button. "My teacher fucks me in the gym every week. He's a rugby playerÉrealÉreal manÉyeah...yeah." Bill added a third finger and rotated.
Habib spread his legs and lifted his butt while he attacked a pillow with grabbing hands. Bill placed his fat cock just outside the hairless pink entrance. "Open up, son. Like you need toÉ yes, you know!" Bill gave Habib a sudden spank. The boy opened and Bill was all inside. A short cry down in the pillow was all that followed. Bill continued in slow motion. He stopped and waited, and then went on until he had mounted the youngster completely.
"Yes, yes, please, Bill. Let me be like Colin. Let me, let meÉaah!" White cream flew from the boy and hit the bed. "IÉIÉDamn!" The youngster cried and tried to change position.
"Relax, baby. I'll make you cum again. Close your eyes and trust me." Bill had seen this before. A super horny teenager who spunked off before the fucking started. "I should have known," Bill whispered. He shouldn't have used his tongue and his fingers and brought the youngster so close to the edge.
Bill started a slow fuck, and soon Habib purred like a pleased cat. He wiggled his butt and threw his head from side to side. "Yes, yes!" He was begging again. "All inside, all inside me!" he mumbled. "Harder, harder! All inside, all inside, again, again!" Habib almost yelled and used his arms to lift his upper body. Bill turned him Habib and fucked him spoon-like. Then he moved the teenager onto his back and lifted his legs up onto his own shoulders.
"Come on, baby. I'm close. I'm damn close!" Moaning sounds from the partly-open door told Bill that Anton had reached a new level too.
Bill penetrated the youngster again, this time raw and fast. He withdrew and then repeated the action. Habib was wanking his wet cock wild and hard while Bill deep-fucked him. Now Bill pushed his 24 cm (9.5 inches) fully into the young body and roared. He filled the love tunnel with his man-milk. The lad had been just as hot as he remembered.
"I'm cumming again, soon, soonÉahh!" Habib shot another load all over his young brown body. Bill just went on fucking. Man-cream left the young body, but Bill didn't want this magic moment to end. It had been like a new virgin fuck, even if knew that this youngster was experienced in sex back home in Marseille.
Bill withdrew his dick from the open arse and captured some of the cream with two fingers. He used the spunk to wet the boy's nipples before he collected the boy's own spunk with his mouth and fed the waiting youngster. A sudden draft made the door between the rooms lock like a shot.
"What was that?" Habib asked. Scared he tried to lift himself from the bed.
"Nothing wrong, baby. Just a crazy onlooker seeing heaven. Bill gave Habib his lips and hugged him tight.
"You were always on my mind." Charlie was ending his small concert in the pub. His eyes were on Doug who sat beside him and accompanied him on guitar.
"Little things I should have said and done - I just never took the time..." Colin's hand found Bill's. Tears dripped from his eyes.
"You were always on my mind!" The applause lifted the roof in the traditional old pub.
"Please join me, and raise your glasses, please!" Charlie was suddenly very free. "Happy birthday!" sounded from both the party guests and others in the pub. Bill's birthday party had continued.
"A free round of beer, everybody. Be my guest!" Bill looked around before he thanked the young singer with a hug.
"How was your visit in the sauna?" Colin placed a hand on Olav's knee. Olav had brought a fantastic Bergen costume for the party. In Colin's eyes he was as near a prince as possible.
Bruce is really something special. His stories are unbelievable!" Olav grinned. "And he's very sexy, even if his beer belly has grown since I last saw him!"
"Was Johnnyboy home?" Colin asked.
"No, he was in the restaurant, I think, preparing for our supper. But Doug and Charlie were there. Very close in the small room. Bruce wanted to use some whips - to improve the blood stream he said - but Doug wasn't very keen. He protects Charlie, I think." Olav placed a hand above Colin's.
"Wasn't Kenny with you?" Colin asked.
"No, Kenny was in the lady's house. She had a warm bath for him, he said. She even gave him a very sensual massage, he told me." Olav grinned.
"Stories!" Colin said. "Very suitable for the next rugger locker-room. He was good today, wasn't he, Bro?"
"Yeah, he's a dream. Wish I had a fuck-buddy like him at home!" Olav sighed.
"I saw that Archie arrived with Mark, but I haven't seen Mark's father. I know that Archie is staying with them tonight." Colin looked around.
"I think Mark is being well looked after. He was very close to Archie when they arrived the pub," Olav continued.
"Archie is a hunter! Mark will keep him wet in his pants, for sure!" Colin cupped Olav's bulge. The Norwegian boy spread his legs and blushed.
The supper in the Chinese restaurant had been a real winner. Bruce's houseboy and lover, Johnnyboy, had been head waiter for the occasion and Colin had been very proud of his friend who from time to time was mistreated by the rougher Bruce. But Bruce had been very proud too tonight and Johnnyboy had been a sight in his new waiter's uniform. The tight black trousers and the short white jacket had been far from his normal outfit in the family restaurant, but Bill had taken Johnnyboy to the local tailor. This tailor knew how to make young boys look sexy, and if they agree to come back for personal adjusting the special service is excellent. The new uniform was a present from Bill who was Johnnyboy's favourite `uncle'.
Now Johnny had finished his job for the day and he met up with the others in Bill's garden. "Wow Bill, what a set up! Who is responsible?" Bill hugged the Chinese boy and gave him a tight kiss.
"It's Anton. You know how he loves decorations. Just look at the party tent - looks very tropical! Using the torches was his idea too." Bill pointed towards a white nicely-lit tent in front of the playroom.
"Have you seen Bruce?" Johnny looked around. "He was to bring me some casual clothes."
"Clothing is optional, Colin has proclaimed!" Bill grinned. "So please stay naked in our Garden of Eden." Johnny blushed, but let Bill help him to undress from his working gear. "Colin has a collection of JustColin stuff in the playroom so find something sexy to wear." Bill, who was just dressed in boots, black leather thong and harness, gave Johnnyboy a friendly spank and pushed him inside the tent where the party guys were already in high spirits.
Bill also waited for the barbecue master. Now Colin was organising a new round of welcome drinks. "Have you seen Kenny?" Bill asked after thanking him for the drink.
"He was looking in the house for the leather apron," Colin said. "Apparently you promised to bring it from the garden shelter."
Bill coughed, blushed and grinned when he saw Kenny coming from the house into the garden. Colin smiled too and had trouble with the drinks. A completely naked Kenny - well, naked apart from black boots and white tennis socks - entered the garden with a huge knife in each hand. He looked like an oily giant in the light from the torches. His half-hard cock was impressive. Colin whistled. "Be careful with my favourite tool," Colin shouted. "Don't burn your goodies, mate!"
"I can't find that fucking apron!" Kenny waived with the knives.
Seconds later Bill was back with the big black leather apron. Kenny looked stunning - partly naked upper body, and free sight to his round, manly globes from behind. Bill tied the straps, but ended the job with an open hand following the spine from neck to arsecrack. Colin watched and had trouble with his own erection inside the red JustColin silk thong that was his only gear for the night.
The guests were free to have snacks from the grill and drinks from a temporary bar. The young ones, all in the smallest possible outfits were admired and touched and so was Kenny at the grill. Bill was not the only one who played with Kenny's backside. Colin smiled as he watched Kenny standing wide-legged loving the admiration.
"Dear Bill! Dear Friend! We have a present for you - a present for your playroom. Please come inside and unpack the gift!" Bruce was standing beside a black package with a red ribbon in the middle of the playroom. Bill did what he was asked to do and unpacked a very sexy padded bench. The bench wasn't very long. On each side were rails both for lower arms and legs, and pre-placed straps and belts.
"We made it Colin-size!" Bruce said. "If you will test it for us, Colin love?" Bruce stepped aside.
"I'd better strip for you then, guys. I'm a bit shy as you know, but if you are to imagine the use of this stool I guess I have to be naked!" Colin put his thumbs in the ribbon-like waistband and wiggled the jock down. In the spotlight the strip was very star-like, except for the dripping rock-hard prick. Colin did nothing to hide his excitement.
"Help me now, Bill. Let's start the entertainment!" Bruce grinned.
Colin was placed with his front down on the padded bench. His legs were spread and locked on each side, and so were his arms. The round globes were split and the boy's cunt entrance was visible to all. The rear of the hard balls and the dripping cock were seen against the green padding. Colin was locked to the bench ready for play.
"We will not use these belts tonight!" Bruce displayed two belts that could be used to keep the upper body down. "I hope many of you will like some service because, as you see, Colin is now open at both ends."
"You comfortable with this?" Bill whispered to Colin as he tightened the cuffs.
"Aye. Just serve the guys some drinks and let the show begin, but no real cocks inside me except for you and Kasim. Okay?" Colin whispered.
"Some rules for the night, guys. This is a party, a party for fun. No hard stuff tonight, no whips!" Bill looked at Archie and then back to Bruce." After the first round, Colin will change. This stool will be free, along with all the other equipment, if you want to play. Now all the leather guys can leave the room for a double or a triple whisky in `Eden'. The youngsters have full freedom here now. Some music, please!"
"Hurry up, lick him, suck him, Johnny!" Bruce almost pushed his lad forward before he pressed the music button and turned on the disco lights.
"Strip, guys! Don't let me down, will you? Don't let me be the only nude one here!" Colin shouted. The lads looked around and with laughter and cheering Olav and Johnny, Charlie, Mark and Habib all stripped and placed their naked bodies close to Colin's body. Johnnyboy already had his long tongue like a small dick into Colin's love-hole while Olav was the first to give Colin his Viking-cock for sucking. Colin loved the young set-up, but the guys in black shouting outside made his body shiver.
"This is a lot more than a wanking contest, boy!" Bruce was first of the group of leather-dressed men that moved into the disco room filled with sweating naked youngsters wanking their cocks close to Colin's bound up body. He fetched Johnny and brought him direct to the St Andrew's cross and cuffed him. "I guess you need some attention too, Viking boy. Your piss-brother can't help you now, you see!" Bruce was softer when he brought Olav to the cross as well and cuffed him beside his Chinese partner.
Charlie had probably been the less active in the treatment of Colin. Now he was very pleased to see his Doug coming into the playroom from the party tent. He was soon in the Highlander's arms. "You miss me, love?" Doug whispered.
"No, but I hope you will be the one that fucks me," Charlie grinned. "I hope you will do as you promised the other night - fuck me in Bill's swing. I wish we could get one for the barn at home!" Seconds later Doug lifted the stub-nosed redhead and cuffed him in the swing. Without shyness, he opened his leather thong and showed off a cock ready to please his protege. Charlie moaned with pleasure when Doug opened him with white, creamed fingers.
At first young Mark, as the newcomer at the party, looked a bit confused. He had already sent his spunk into Colin's mouth, but he was still hard as iron and looked for his father. Archie, the college headmaster was very familiar with young men, and was already settled in the guest room next to Mark's bedroom down the street. Now he the lifted the boy and carried him to the long wooden bench in the inner corner. Archie let the boy kneel before he started a heavy rimming while squeezing the youngster's nipples.
"Yes, yes, fuck the whore! Satisfy that slutty son of mine!" Mark's father Drummond was kneeling beside his son playing with his own erection, very excited by the sight of Mark being used by another man.
"Shut up those dirty words, Drummond, and get me some real lube. I'll mount your sexy son - for sure!" Archie opened his belt and gave Mark a couple of very light strokes before he threw his leather gear in the corner. He remembered Bill's very clear orders.
"How do you feel about being enslaved, Colin?" Anton, the neighbour, knelt beside Colin and caressed the sweating body.
"Good, when I see a master like you around. I'm used to seeing you in a loincloth. You are so over-dressed tonight!" Colin grinned at the man wearing a small leather costume.
"You want me as your master tonight, Colin? There's a competition going on, isn't there, and you are the first prize!" Anton pinched Colin's round buttocks. "You are too pale. It's a pity Bill is so restrictive!" Anton gave Colin a set of spanks with his open hand. The white skin went pink.
"I think that's enough, my friend! Colin is bound up and can't protest. He's no slave, you know. He's the young master of this house!" Kasim was standing beside his young lover. A naked Habib was standing very close too.
"You grease up Colin's ass, Habib!" Kasim gave his nephew a tub of lube and then fetched a small bottle of oil from his thong. "Let's comfort this bound up beauty, Anton. Don't forget we are in the Garden of Eden." He dripped oil all over Colin's body and the two men started a soft massage while a trained Habib had four small fingers deep inside the lad's love hole.
"Please stop, please stop. I'm going to cum," Colin hardly more than whispered. Now Kasim was the one who hit Colin's bum with an open hand. Colin yelled at the sudden treatment.
"Stop Uncle, stop!" Habib took hold of Kasim's hand. The rock-hard young Arab guy was not happy to see Colin bound up. "Can't we free him, Uncle? He has been bound very long now." Colin moaned, but said nothing.
"Okay, son! You win - but you have to take Colin's place!" Kasim started to open Colin's cuffs and helped him to stand up. Without hesitation and without further orders, Habib placed his body on the padded bench. Kasim lifted Colin in his powerful arms and carried him out from the playroom. The last thing Colin saw when leaving was four human fucking-groups playing inside the hot room.
Kasim placed Colin on his back on the mat that covered the tent floor, then he kissed him deep and hard.
"No time for a love session. Just fuck me - tough and hard. My friends made me cum twice, but I'm not drained yet, and you will manage, I know!" Colin bit Kasim's ear. The man howled and opened his leather thong. The stallion's cock was ready in seconds. Habib had done a good job, and Colin helped by greasing up the cock he loved and feared.
"Take it baby, take it!" Kasim broke through Colin's sphincter and the boy screamed, more a theatrical noise than because it hurt.
"Have you seen my Dad?" Colin asked. He was on his way down from another heavy orgasm behind the temporary bar outside the playroom where the action still was running.
"I haven't seen him since the last whisky round. Kenny asked him for more charcoal for the grill." Kasim tried to get his breathing back while Colin licked the last boy-milk from his body.
"Please take care of the guests. Maybe they need more to drink, Kasim." Colin, still fully naked and very happy, crossed the night garden into the house. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. The leather apron was thrown on the floor. The door to the master's bedroom was open. There was no doubt about what was going on.
"Yes, yes, yes, deeper, deeper! Come one, Kenny! You have more to give. Fuck me like you do my son, like you do Colin. Yes, yes...go onÉ go onÉyou are the best, the best!"
Colin smiled when he heard his daddy and lover having sex with possibly the only straight person at the party. He picked up the apron. The huge leather covered the smaller body. With a huge grin, he went back to the party tent.
To be continued