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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 49 (End of rugby season)
"You are freezing, Bro!" Colin woke up with an arm around his young Norwegian friend. The duvet was on the floor beside the old single bed in his boyhood-room. With a jump, he managed to leave the bed and tuck in his friend who still was far away in dreamland. Colin hurried to the bathroom. He would like to have given his heavy morning wood some treatment, but now he just needed to find the bowl. Too much beer last night.
The door to the master bedroom was partly open. In the shadows he saw a body and heard his dad's gentle sleeping sound. He also heard a light snoring too - another well-known sound. Colin did not go inside the room. He was happy to go back to his `piss-brother' who had made the long journey from Bergen to celebrate Bill's birthday, but also to be able to meet him. Long distance love wasn't the youngster's favourite thing.
"What's the matter?" Olav talked as if from far way.
"Go back to sleep, too early for breakfast." Colin took Olav's hand and placed it on his own morning erection. Soon the young Norwegian crawled down underneath the duvet and found the dripping dick. Still almost asleep, he served the young Scot's needs. Minutes later, he found Colin's mouth and shared the morning milk with his orgasm-heated boyfriend.
A sound from outside made Colin wake up again. "Strange!" he thought as he sniffed. Still no smell of Sunday morning coffee, and no smell of grilling bacon either. He looked at his watch and decided that his normal early morning-loving Dad must be quite exhausted after the wild night. "I guess it's my turn to make breakfast."
"Hi Kiddo!" Kenny put his arms around Colin who was listening to some heavy rock music while making coffee and thinking about what to cook. "Fresh morning bread from Linda - quite a milf!" Kenny grinned and handed Colin a basket of newly baked bread. His hair was dripping wet. "She even washed me - all over Ð a really good Sunday morning. See you!" He turned around and hurried out the hall. Colin just shook his head and took eggs and bacon from the fridge.
Olav met Bill on his way from the bathroom. They both looked tired, but happy. "A morning hug, love!" Bill put arms around Colin's friend. "Colin is the master of the house today. I'm getting old, you see."
"Old? Not what I see!" Olav grinned. Bill's robe was open and the huge tool pointed upwards like a teenager's morning glory. Bill blushed and hurried into the bathroom.
"Did you enjoy the party last night, Daddy?" Colin served his father' and boyfriend' coffee and a warm breakfast.
"Aye, splendid, all the way! But you stayed too long in that bondage instrument, love. How are your arms and feet?" Bill touched Colin's arm.
"No problem. Kasim freed me before the rotation started." Colin found more coffee.
"Rotation? What the hell?" Unusual language from Bill on a Sunday morning.
"Well, it was like a candy shop, you know. Horny men and a lot of candy. Nothing but smiles and glory!" Colin placed a hand on Bill's shoulder.
"Good that you helped Kenny escape from the hunters then." Colin grinned and winked at Olav.
"Yes, he was very keen to get back to Linda! You still have some coffee for me, love?" Bill was far from convincing.
"Deeper, Kenny! Go on, don't be a jerk! Do me all the way, make me cumÉ deeperÉ harder!" Colin shouted. He was standing, partly bent over the bed in their Glasgow flat.
"Damn, kiddo. You sound just like your Daddy last night. He couldn't get it hard enough!" Kenny mounted his buddy's raised butt again. Then he withdrew his huge cock and forced it back inside - again and again.
"Yeah, yeah, be the stallion. Fuck, fuck! Do me hard! Please abuse my tits and do my pussy! Your chick couldn't serve you, eh? UghÉughÉdon't stop, please Kenny, don't stop." Colin was like a little devil, meeting Kenny's attack with his hard-working arse muscles.
"She never serves me, Kiddo. I have to begÉbeg.. ahhÉI'm almostÉalmost!" Kenny bottomed in Colin completely, but the smaller guy managed to turn around.
"Please waitÉ waitÉI need your spunk. mate. I've not eaten you for daysÉ pleasuring that Milf-cunt, weren't you?" Colin was now lying on his back at the end of the bed. Kenny lifted Colin's legs from the mattress and forced his long cock back inside.
After a hard ride, Kenny withdrew his stiff tool completely and climbed onto the bed with his round split butt placed on Colin's upper body. "Now eat me, Kiddo. Your daddy is a cum-eater too, something I didn't know!"
Colin couldn't comment. He had the huge cock all inside his mouth, partly forced down his throat.
"ArghÉfuckÉfuck!" Kenny started his fucking pistol. Colin almost panicked when spunk filled his throat, but Kenny withdrew quickly and filled his Kiddo's mouth. With tear-filled eyes, Colin received the boy-milk and swallowed every drop.
"Now Kenny, show me how you licked that pussy yesterday!" Colin used both hands to place Kenny's head near his crotch.
"Don't be stupid! I never licked herÉbutÉ" Colin forced his little wet stiffness into his room-mate's mouth. Kenny wasn't the best cock-sucker around, but now he managed to suck his smooth balls as well.
"Yeah, damn good, come on, come onÉ I'm cummingÉ I'm cumming!" Colin lifted his hips and forced the cock as deep as he could inside Kenny's mouth. Then he howled and shot his load. Even though Olav had sucked him that morning his balls were filled up with new fresh boy-milk.
"Happy you gave my dad a fuck as a birthday present, Kenny. You know I can't satisfy that part of his craving. My baby-cock isn't built for fucking." The roommates were resting naked and sweaty side by side.
"He called me Archie from time to time last night. Do you know why?" Kenny asked.
"Archie was his fuck-buddy in his younger days until the families split them and sent Archie to South Africa and Dad's brother to Australia. Fucking awful business, KennyÉ and your folks want to send you to America, Buddy?" Colin turned towards Kenny in a frontal spooning.
"Aye, but I'm not going. I'll stay with you if you are still around." Kenny answered Colin's closeness with a tight hug.
"May I kiss you, Kenny?" Colin was very close. He just whispered. "We could pretend, eh?"
"You alone now, Dad?" Colin smiled at Bill. The two met on Skype late on Monday evening. "I'm alone too. Kenny is not back from the rugger training and I guess they've ended up in a pub."
"Aye, it's an empty house. Anton took Kasim and Habib to the airport. Habib has got a new admirer, you see. He was even alone in the playroom with Anton." Bill was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.
"Habib hopes to be a star you know, and you know Anton. He's a performer himself, so you might say they are two of a kind," responded Colin.
"Olav was really excited yesterday. Do you know if he has arrived in Egypt?" Bill had seen Kenny and Colin off with the huge car, taking Olav to the airport Sunday afternoon.
"I haven't talked to Olav himself, but Svend called me last night from Alexandria to say that he had arrived safely. He was disappointed I didn't accompany Olav, but he should know that I can't drop my exams." Colin was very direct. "It's good for Olav to see his uncle and only relative, but I have three very busy weeks ahead."
"Invitation from a former lover. He's not a serious professor, I guess," Bill grinned. "When will you say goodbye to his successor?"
"You mean Professor Thomson? We will have a party for him in two weeks' time. That's why I'm staying in Glasgow that weekend. And in the coming weekend Kenny's rugby team want me to go with them. I'm the team mascot, remember! I'll be doing work regarding the sponsorship from my underwear company." Colin continued with some small-talk. Bill understood well that Colin had a serious reason for his evening call, but he knew better to wait rather than stressing his young `son'.
"Dad, don't be sad but I have accepted the invitation to spend eight weeks in Iceland this autumn. I got the scholarship I applied for." Colin looked straight into the camera.
"I'm really proud of you, Colin. It's quite unusual for a third year student to get a scholarship on that level." Bill suddenly had to swallow. His thoughts went back to the frozen kid he found at the bus shelter more than seven years earlier.
"But you will be lonely, Daddy, and you know..." Colin was uncertain. He loved Bill so much.
"I'll go to our new house in France and pick grapes while you suffer in ice and snow." Bill grinned. "Or while you are fucked by horny Vikings in natural hot pools out in the wilderness!"
"Sounds like a good deal then, Dad. You don't mind me accepting the offer then?" Colin was about to end the call. "Love you, Dad but I've got to go. Kenny has just pulled the door down!"
The old bus with a rugby badge in the front window stood outside the gates of the university. It was Friday afternoon and Kenny's rugby team was making a weekend trip to one of the former coal mining villages in Fife, north of Edinburgh. They were to meet a rugby team from the area and stay over the weekend in the old coal miners' lodge. Some of the guys would be a bit older than the lads in Kenny's team, and many were really hard partying guys. At least that's what the rumours were.
A very special car was parked behind the bus - a new red Vauxhall Astra. A grey-haired gentleman, dressed very differently from the rugby guys, was admiring his own car.
"You did a good job with my car yesterday, Carlo." Dr Randolph placed a hand on the shoulder of a young man who was dressed in the rugby team colours, but was not rugby player-sized. "You know about more than how to treat sore legs."
Dr Randolph was the rugby team's doctor. He had a very close relationship with the Brazilian student who in many ways acted as his assistant. The 22 year old third year student Carlo had been the rugby team's masseur since last season. Rumours suggested that the two had a close personal relationship too, and that they often helped each other when treating the sports lads.
Two youngsters gave the doctor and the masseur a thumbs up. "You hope for many customers today, Doc? It's not often you come with us on these rugger weekends. You tempted him, Carlo?" Kenny grinned.
Kenny and Colin walked closer to the men. "You have time for this event, Colin?" Dr Randolph made a more formal greeting. "I thought you would be busy competing in the pool. And you have more exams soon, I guess?"
"Well, I have been looking forward to this trip, sir. It's for both business and pleasure. The team will be showing off some new sexy underwear tonight. "I've just collected jockstraps for the whole team. Damn sexy, sir. My own brand, you know!"
"You will accompany me, Colin?" Dr Randolph put a hand behind Colin and let it slide down to caress the `globes'. "I would love to show you my new car!" The old gentleman was like a teenager.
"And your old, very sexy cock!" Colin thought. He knew that both the old doctor, and the young masseur, would have loved to have him close. "Thank you, sir, but as team mascot I think I have to go with the guys in the bus." Colin placed his bag inside the open door. "Did you take care of the new jocks, Kenny?" Colin looked at his roommate.
"Yeah, Don has got the stuff. I think the guys will feel damn sexy with the new tight sport jocks. However I thought you only were selling teen stuff, Kiddo?" Kenny grinned.
"Well, you all behave like teens when the chicks are out of sight! And you behave like a bunch of queens too, when alone." Colin waited outside the bus.
"Yeah, and you're their prince or perhaps princess!" Kenny squeezed Colin's bulge.
"Haven't you two had your morning fuck today, guys? Leave him for the rest of the gang now, Kenny!" Donald, or Don as he was usually called, was as always the tour organiser. Now he filled up the bus and handed out the welcome beers. The 28 year old Don had spent more time on the sports field than in the Uni library, but he was a great guy, and loved Colin, and did what he could to tease Kenny when they were out touring.
"Okay ladies, we are ready to leave," Don shouted. "We are missing the two new guys. We'll pick them up just outside the city - two redhead twins from the vet institute. They will probably smell of horses and have cocks like stallions. Some new customers for you, Carlo!" Don stepped back and almost lifted Colin into the bus before he opened his second beer.
Twenty guys, a full team plus reserves and helpers, raised their beers and cheered when the old bus gave a signal to the guards at the gate and headed into the weekend traffic.
Colin had to find a seat. Both Kenny and Don wanted him in the front, but this time Colin headed for the players in the back seat, the ones that always made the jokes in the official pictures, or did the craziest stunts at the after-parties. He tried to walk his way through the bus, but everybody wanted to get close to their mascot, so Colin was groped by searching hands. Both his bum and his crotch had been touched often when he reached the back of the bus with a huge smile on his face. A rough guy with huge arms lifted Colin like a doll and placed him in his lap.
"You ready for a fuck again?" The man whispered but loud enough for the guys nearby to hear him easily. "Lots of onlookers here you know, or perhaps even participants." Shuggie, the young athlete from the hotel, who had fucked Colin in front of the retired army officer the other night, placed his huge hand inside Colin's rugby-shorts. Colin spread his legs and let the hand find his balls and his stiffening cock. In his crack, he felt something grow. Shuggie did nothing to hide that he too was damn horny. Colin wiggled his butt. Soon afterwards he slipped from the lap, turned around and fell onto his knees, with his head between the two thighs that resembled tree trunks.
With both hands Colin pulled down the man's sweatpants. Shuggie had gone commando so Colin was met directly by the waiting dick in the middle of a wild black bush. Colin found the sweating balls and played with them. The cock grew even more and showed a red blood-filled glans. When Colin squeezed the balls, Shuggie closed his eyes, and licked his own lips. With a smile Colin saw that drops of pre-cum made the cockhead wet. He used his tongue to taste the light salty liquid before he very directly placed his tongue on the man's string. Shuggie almost lifted his hips from the seat.
"Fuck him, Shuggie!" said the red-headed beer drinker sitting next to the pair. "Kenny can't interrupt now!" He looked at Kenny and Don who were in discussions with the driver regarding the best piss-stop on the route.
Shuggie placed both hands on Colin's wild dark curls and forced the dick into his mouth. Colin took it and swallowed part of it quite easily. The well grown, more than 20 cm (8 inch), tool fitted Colin well, and the lad was soon in command. He used his mouth like a very active cunt but he had trouble on the shaking bus. He used one hand to stay steady; the other hand had found his neighbouring lad's bulge. Shuggie and Colin weren't the only horny guys in the back seat that afternoon.
"Piss-stop, ladies!" Don shouted. The bus drove into a lay-by. The lads did what they could to get out fast. Nobody took any notice of the guys from the back seats who had heavy boners when they lined up beside the rest of the team.
"Knickers down!" Don shouted. "Cock salute!"
Twenty men turned their naked butts to the road and sent their golden, beer smelling liquid, into the bushes. In the middle of the group Colin struggled, and so did Shuggie. Colin was born with a boner, his dad used to say. He managed to spread his wild geyser without wetting his neighbours. Shuggie had more trouble, his hard-on was red and wet. He was still damn horny, but eventually he managed to follow the group and empty his well-filled bladder.
"Hang up! We're leaving!" A new command from Don, just before an old van stopped behind the bus. Two men in their early twenties jumped outside.
"Sorry we missed you at the meeting point. We have followed you for half an hour, and were about to miss you again! We're happy to made a piss-stop. I'm Bob - he's Rod." The carrot-red, two metre (6ft 6in) tall fellow pointed at another guy who looked very similar. There was no doubt they were twin brothers.
"Good to see you. We have heard about your skills, and you're just back from Australia, eh?" Don gave the lads his hand.
"Aye, last week. A summer stay in the stables, cool!" Rod spoke now.
"Okay, guys. Take a seat. We'll give you a proper welcome into the team tonight. Take some beers now!" Don, a tall guy himself, was a head lower than the newcomers.
A loud and very welcoming beer cheering from the team was heard when Don and Kenny made room for the two newcomers in the front row.
Colin was happy for the piss-stop and he was happy to be back in the back seat of the bus. He had opened his bag during the break. Now he handed Shuggie some lube. "Always prepared!" he said with a grin. "Baden Powell knew what his lads needed."
The bus left for the weekend's events. Another round of beer was passed along the bus. The newcomers waved off their own transport and seemed to fit into the group from the first moment. Colin had seen that Kenny and Don had given their seats to the newcomers. What Colin didn't knew was that a second rear-view mirror showed quite well what was going on in the back seat, and Kenny was more interested in that view than the drinking talk at the front of the bus. When Colin had gone down on Shuggie before the piss-stop, Kenny had done what he could to cover up his own erection. No-one would ever get him to admit that he was damned jealous, but that was the real truth.
Again Colin knelt in front of Shuggie. He stripped off his shorts and showed off a naked butt. The jock-strap gave Shuggie full admission. Colin spread his legs and opened up, and the guy behind him took the signal. With two greased fingers, and then three, he found Colin's love knot. In the very narrow space, Colin couldn't move. It was like he was strapped in position. He was really dominated now, and when the guy beside Shuggie used two fingers to squeeze his nipples he nearly fainted.
"You okay, love?" Shuggie just whispered next to Colin's ear. He felt that he lost contact with the young one.
Colin answered by the use of his arse muscles. Shuggie grinned. Very quickly, he pushed down his own sweatpants and placed a large amount of lube on his very stiff erection. With his powerful arms, he had no problem lifting Colin back on his lap. This time Colin slowly lowered himself onto the 20 cm (8 inch) cock. In one movement he bottomed the guy, and perhaps a dirty move, he locked his entrance with his arse muscles. Tears left Shuggie's eyes. He was the one that now felt completely locked. Colin did not move, but the bus did.
"The bus is fucking us, Shuggie, but be a man. Be my man. Dominate me, let me suffer, make me cum. Just use me, Shuggie, like I used you in the hotel." Colin moved up and down, slowly, very slowly. Some of the other guys were suddenly watchers. Colin took the hand of the guy sitting next to him and placed it on his naked nipples. The guy took the signal and the two rugby team members played a silent but hot game with the team's mascot.
Colin was not satisfied. He felt the contraction in his balls, but he was too locked up. Now he pulled the jock-strap pouch aside and let his next to 11 cm (4.25 inch) boy-dick free. Dripping wet, it was ready for treatment. Colin looked at the neighbouring guy and made a small backwards movement. Seconds later the man was sucking Colin's wet stiffy with both joy and knowledge. With a cock inside him, and his own cock being treated, and some onlookers playing with their own hard-ons, Colin wouldn't last long.
"I'm, I'm, I'mÉfuck, fuck!" Colin's balls started to contract. Soon his whole body shivered and the lad filled the sucker with his boy-cream. The contractions followed the muscles that were gripping Shuggie's cock. The athlete screamed without sound and bit Colin's earlobe. He sent volley after volley of man-spunk deep into Colin's love hole.
"What's going on?" Don whispered to Kenny, a Kenny that had two hands inside his sweatpants.
"I think the rugby weekend has started well!" Kenny looked at the tour leader with wide-open pupils as if he was drugged. He had just had a heavy dry orgasm, but had managed to control the shooting.
The bus pulled up beside an old mining company building. The rugby field to the right had lots of muddy patches in the grass, not the best sports field they'd played on. A huge group of welcoming guys raised their arms and bid the guests welcome.
"Kissing twenty sweaty naked arses - how was that?" Colin grinned. He followed the twins from the pub to the sleeping quarters.
"We have had tougher initiation ceremonies," Bob, one of the new team players, answered.
"Might have been more farting!" Rod, the other twin, added.
"And you lost the beer-competition!" Colin put a hand on the tall guy's shoulder. He was naked but for a man-sized nappy. Some red body hair covered the huge guy. A wild red bush was seen above the baby-covering. "Your brother was a faster drinker."
"Yeah, he was the one who found mum's teat first, and he has continued to fill up fast!" he said.
"And you have always pissed in bed so a nappy is fine for you!" The twins continued teasing each other.
Colin followed the two into a rather primitive room with four iron beds. "You have to share this room with me," Colin said. "My roommate from university has the fourth bed. I think he and Don, the guy who welcomed you, have their own drinking contest going on!"
"But they said the winner should sleep with you!" Bob said.
"And I think there's a bet going on in the team about which one will be able to fuck you tonight," Rod continued.
Colin did not comment on that information. "How do I know who is Bob and who is Rod?" Colin sat down on one of the mattresses. He looked at the two and tried to find some specific markings.
"Rod is the naked one, and I'm still dressed!" Bob said and laughed at what he thought was a good joke.
"Okay, I see. So you'd better undress, both of you, and let me try to find out if there are other differences!" Colin was eager to see Bob naked too. He had looked at his brother with some interest when he had been stripped and almost wanked before he had been given the nappy. Without any hesitation, the two guys stripped. Colin grinned again. The two really were identical, with the same muscles, same hair, same face, andÉColin placed his eyes on the dicks when they turned to face himÉsame low-hanging balls, same cock-size in the middle of a red forest, butÉ Colin bit his lower lip. One of the guys was circumcised - the other had a beautiful `Santa-cap'. Both of them were flaccid.
"WhyÉ" Colin stopped. He blushed. He was about to ask a very personal question of two guys he hardly knew.
"He's a Muslim, I'm not." One replied with a grin.
"I ran away from the knife when you yelled like a pig!" The other guy grinned too.
"No, seriously!" The guys were far from serious. "He was wanking too much, and Mum wanted him to behave!"
"And you wanked me too, and I could tell Mum that I was a complete virgin!" The two grinned again.
"But it's very practical. Docking is a neglected pleasure!" Bob used two fingers to withdraw his tight foreskin fully behind his pink cockhead.
"You should always be naked guys, easy to see who's who then!" Colin adjusted his cock that had grown during this cock-show. Normally he wasn't aroused by young naked guys, but these two looked very dominant, and he suddenly felt very submissive.
"Charlie has told us a lot about you, Colin. He's a great fan of you, you know!" Rod said. "He asked us to say hello."
"Nice! He came to my home last week for my Daddy's birthday!" Colin was happy for the message from the young student at the Vet institute. "What did he tell you about me?" Colin grinned.
"He said you are a splendid cock-sucker," Bob replied.
Colin was impressed when he watched two cocks lift at the same time, not so impressive in length, but really growing in girth. Both gave their dicks some wanks until they showed at `full mast' - one with a red-brown cockhead fully naked - the other pink with the foreskin partly behind the glans.
"Wish you would show us your skills, boy!" The two also spoke simultaneously.
"Please show me how you dock each other first!" Colin stripped off his t-shirt and his sports-shorts, but kept his signature jock-strap on.
The two turned cock to cock and wanked each other lightly. Bob spat in his hand and wet his brother's cut cock, then he tugged his foreskin and covered his twin brother's glans. The two managed to stay like that without the use of hands. In Colin's eyes it was really hot. Colin and Olav, his piss-brother, had tried many times, but just ended up with a double wank.
"Great, great!" Colin knelt in front of the guys. The two had their arms around each other too, and now their tongues met like stiff worms. Colin was dripping hot. The two guys sat down with their legs spread open on the mattress. The iron bed creaked when Colin started the action between their legs. With stiff lips and a well-trained tongue he started to push the foreskin out of the way, then he went on with tough treatment of the sensitive cockhead. A few minutes afterwards, he turned to the brother. Colin knew all about what a cut guy wanted. He had given Kenny the treatment more or less every day of the last two years. Now this Australian circumcised guy received Colin's mouth treatment.
In the beginning the two were acting rather passive, but soon they started to mouth-fuck the team mascot. The size was okay for Colin. He could take most of their cocks down his throat, but the thickness made him gag.
"I won the first prize, Kiddo, but you couldn't wait, could you?" Kenny rushed into the room and stripped off his hoodie. He had no t-shirt underneath.
"You like the kid's treatment, guys? He's cute isn't he, and a first class cock-sucker. But I want your arse, Kiddo. I can't wait. I'm so damn horny. Lift your arse now and open up for me. Carry on sucking. You can manage all of us, I'm sure." Kenny spat in his palm and found Colin's partly open back door.
Colin was happy that Don had greased him well when he had fucked him behind the bar half an hour earlier. He was ready for his roommate's 26 cm (10 inches). Colin tried to talk, but when one of the twins withdrew from his throat, the other was inside at once. The two knelt side by side on the old-fashioned bed. For the first time ever, Colin was mouth-fucked by two very dominant studs while being fucked from behind by the third stud, who was suddenly very aggressive too. Kenny had mounted him and gone in balls-deep in one single movement.
Colin enjoyed being fucked in both ends but when the twins tried to fill his mouth with both cocks he stopped being gentle. With fingers and nails he tugged on the hanging balls. With a howl, both withdrew for some seconds.
"Don't gag me, guys, or I'll use my teeth!" Colin said.
The twins took the signal, but gave Colin no rest. His eyes filled with tears, and he coughed occasionally, but he was horny as ever. The red jock-strap was dripping wet, almost as if he pissed in his pants. Sweat and pre-cum, both from himself and from Kenny, dripped from the jock. Colin knew he was about to cum, but his pride told him that he had to let the Australians cum first. He used his arse muscles on a screaming Kenny, and he locked the cut cock inside him. With a moan, Rod began his shooting. Colin was very surprised and opened up. The result was that the stud shot his load all over Colin's face, hair and eyes. He tried to wipe some of the man-milk from his eyes so he could see, but Bob was inside his mouth again before he could act.
Kenny fucked from behind and Colin knew he would soon be reaching his climax. Suddenly Kenny grabbed Colin's hair and shoulders and locked him while he sent blast after blast of spunk deep into Colin's body. Colin couldn't hold his orgasm back now and he filled the thong with his boy-milk.
Colin's moaning let Bob act. With some hard jerks on his wet cockhead, he ended the show. Colin opened his mouth and was rewarded with a spray of clear cum. There was man-milk all over the place. Colin was completely drenched and Kenny's huge load was dripping from his open arse.
"Let me clean you, Kiddo, please!" Kenny peeled off Colin's wet thong and licked his wet balls and still stiff cock. Colin moaned when Kenny used his tongue on his very sensitive cockhead.
"May we keep this as a souvenir?" The twins played with the dripping wet thong.
"Do whatever you want. I have to piss." Colin opened the window and climbed onto the window sill. With a Tarzan-like roar, he pissed into the dark night. The twins just grinned, but Kenny went up behind Colin and put his arms around him from behind. "Don't overdo it, Kiddo. We are on the third floor remember, and this window seems almost ready for condemnation!"
"Big brother, I'm happy you won me tonight. Will you fuck me again, please?" Colin was in Kenny's arms.
"You mean now?" Kenny rolled his eyes.
"Aye, cumming inside my pants doesn't count!" Colin answered.
"Okay, but let's find some beers first. Have a good night, guys!" Kenny looked at the twins who hadn't recovered from the show. Kenny lifted the naked Colin and placed him on his shoulders. Then they left the room.
It was a sight for the gods when fifteen men stripped in the middle of the field the next morning. White butts, and red butts, and a lot of hairy butts were seen when Colin handed each guy a bright white jock-strap with JustColin on the waistband. The bulges were different too, and so were the grins. The photographer and reporter from the local newspaper tried to shoot a hot picture in the middle of the old, very wet and muddy rugby field. In half an hour, the match against the local club would start, but now it was just fun. Colin used the occasion to tell the newspaper guys about the sponsorship from JustColin.
"Over here, Colin! Don't be shy! Show us your prick!" the team were shouting. Colin was still dressed in the team's black and yellow shorts and shirt when he placed himself in the middle of the group. The plan was that he should start as a sort of referee, and his team should play the first minutes for the photographer dressed only in the jocks.
"Strip, kid!" New shouting was heard. Colin had not thought about acting today, but the pressure built up. Now he stripped down to a jock, a sexy red one. The situation was arousing and the lads next to the mascot pulled down his jock too. Like a teenage girl, Colin used his hands to cover his crotch. The teammates booed and he answered by lifting his arms above his head. He pushed his hips forward and did nothing to cover his rock-hard erection. The photographer used his long-distance lens and shot like a real paparazzi.
Some minutes later the two teams were ready for the match. Colin - just in rugby boots and socks - lifted his whistle. The game started!
Two hours later and both teams looked as dirty as the old miners pictured in photos on the wall of the local pub. Now they lifted the bottles of beer and headed for the old-fashioned common bathroom. Next to forty men shouted and played, stripped and washed each other, and had just the fraternity time they had longed for. In the sparsely lit steamy bathroom nobody seemed to take notice of hard-ons or butt-play. The lads were far from home, and what went was going on would just stay between them.
"Not too bad, Doc. One broken finger and some bloody knees and elbows." Colin was standing beside Mr Randolph. Don - the toughest player in the field - had been placed on a bench in a temporary office. At the other end of the room, two guys lay side by side while Carlo - the young masseur and assistant - used tweezers to pick out tiny pebbles and dirt from the elated rugby players.
"Use your lips, boy. Better than any medical tools!" one of them teased. He howled when Carlo used the tweezers a bit deeper than necessary. The lad answered by cupping the masseur's buttocks.
"I think the lads are ready for the party," Doctor Randolph declared. "Use some spirit to clean the wounds. And get yourself some drinks, boys! And help me with this finger, Carlo. I don't think it's broken though." The doctor lifted Don's swollen hand. "But you have a real sprain. You'll have to use your left hand on your lady tomorrow!" The doctor grinned. "Let us splint the two fingers. You need some anaesthesia, Don?" The lad howled again.
"You have some whisky, Doc?" Don grinned. Before Dr Randolph could answer, Colin handed his friend a half-filled whisky bottle. Two or three mouthfuls solved the worst pain.
"You want a quick ride, love?" Dr Randolph placed his arms around Colin's shoulders. Carlo had departed with the patients to the rugger-party.
"I was afraid you would never ask. Please make it cheeky!" Colin climbed onto the bench. "Could you please check my prostate like you did last year? I'm growing older you know, sir!" Colin lifted his knees, spread his legs and opened for the 70 year old gentleman who licked his thin lips with a wet tongue.
"Please, no gloves are needed, sir. I've just cleaned up!" Colin grinned.
Colin looked at the doctor with excitement. The man was still wearing his white trousers and there was a very visible bulge. He was fit-looking, wearing a black singlet covering some of the thick, grey body hair. Now the doctor greased up the fingers on one hand and started to touch Colin's arse-crack, concentrating on the area from the boy's balls up to the entrance.
"Nice cunt!" the man whispered. "Very nice boy-pussy! Tight, tight!" He placed one finger at the puckered rosebud.
"Invite me inside, boy." The doctor smiled. He played with the entrance. Like a rose opening in slow motion Colin opened his pink love entrance. The doctor took the invitation and placed one finger inside. As a real pro, he found the love-button easily and pressed harder than Colin expected. Clear juice dripped from the piss-slit.
"You are really horny, boy. Lots of scum here!" He pinched Colin's balls with his other hand.
"Yeah, please, please, more sir!" Colin begged.
The doctor introduced a second finger, then a third. Now he made a hook and pressed the prostate. "Attack my hand now, kid! Show me your strength. I know your skill, even if your pussy looks like a virgin's."
Colin was very horny after the bathing with the horde, and he was afraid to cum early if he fucked the fingers too much. Very soon he felt the excitement building up.
"Please sir, let me prepare you now. I need your cock inside me, sir, please!" Colin let the fingers leave him. He used a hand to collect his own `dick-tears' and licked them off with pleasure. Then he knelt in front of the old doctor. He opened the man's trousers. Without underwear, the elderly man's cock was like a pole when it was free. A combination of a teen's cock and a grown-up man's, very thick but not very long cock, met Colin's lips. Without hesitation Colin opened up and let the tool inside.
Colin sucked and licked and he let the man throat-fuck him. The thickness of the cockhead made Colin gag again and again, but the doctor seemed to remember that he had asked for a cheeky ride so he used his hands to force the head closer. Colin found the man's hairy hanging balls and tugged the grey pubic hair. He now kissed the man's glans and nibbled his dick-hood until the old doctor started to tremble.
"If you go on like this, my dear Colin, I will never be able to shag you. Please climb onto the bench. I want to ride you like the slut you are. He forced Colin's upper body down on the bench and placed his legs doggy-like on the floor. The boy-pussy was still partly open, and Dr Randolph placed a lump of gel in the hole before he, without warning, drilled into the youngster. In one single attack he broke through the sphincter and bottomed balls-deep. Colin yelled and the doctor paused inside. "Did I hurt you, love?" he whispered.
"No, no, just let me get some air!" Colin moaned. "Ride me now - fuck me hard - make me cum sir, please! I'm almost there!" Colin shouted.
"Don't you dare to spit your load on the floor, kid! I need your young milk!" The doctor started a heavy fuck. He pulled out of the open boy-cunt and forced his tool back inside, again and again, until Colin begged him to stop.
"I have to, have to!" Colin shouted.
"Wait kid, wait!" The doctor acted far from being seventy when he jumped on the bench and lay down. Colin understood what he wanted and climbed onto him. With one leg on each side of the elderly man's body, he lowered himself down on the fuck-stick and started a wild ride.
Minutes later he knelt in front of the doctor. "Open your mouth, sir. I'm cumming, cumming!" Colin took hold of his dick and managed to shoot all of the milk directly into the man's open mouth. Not a drop was wasted. Again the man licked his thin lips and swallowed the load.
Colin turned around and found the fat cock that just had been inside him. This time he showed no mercy. The elderly man's fuck-stick was treated until his clear juice ended up inside Colin's mouth. Now it was Colin who licked his lips with pleasure. The red, swollen boy-lips would have been any girl's pride.
"Thank you, Doc! You think I'm healthy, sir?" Colin hugged the grey-haired man.
"You are as virile as always, son. Good luck with your exams, and thumbs up for the swimming competition!" Dr Randolph kissed Colin's forehead.
"Hi Dad. Are you alone?" Colin Skyped his Daddy and lover.
"Yeah, I'm home. I'm trying to finish anÉarticle. Are you back in Glasgow already?" Bill touched his left cheek with a closed hand, a sign that he was thinking that was familiar to Colin.
"No, I'm not. I'm waiting for the guys to pack up and be ready. I guess they need some more beers. A `hair of the dog' after yesterday's partying," Colin said with a grin.
"Dad, who is `Odin R White'?" The sudden question caused Bill to make a strange face.
"Odin R White, ehÉ, he's my mother's uncle! What about him?" Bill answered. Colin watched his face, and zoomed in close.
"Does he write gay porn on the internet?" Colin tried to be serious.
"It's unlikely. He died fifty years ago. Why do you I ask?" Bill had some wrinkles beside his left eye.
"I found a very interesting site on the net this morning - gay stories - one story was free - like a trailer. It's called `The boy from the shelter'." Colin smiled now.
"Did you read it?" Bill used his hand on the left cheek again.
"I did, a marvellous love story and very hot sex! I had to wank even though Kenny just had fucked me!" Colin had some trouble with the connection. "But I had read it before, Daddy, some years ago. Remember?"
"Did you see other titles?" Bill asked, now curious.
"Hmm, The wild stallion' and Love in the tombs' are the ones I remember. Same author- this Odin R White. I have downloaded all of them and I will read them to Kenny."
"Didn't knew you had time for erotic stories, son. You'd better concentrate on your exams! Love and kisses!" Bill was about to close down.
"But I'm probably the only person that knows this author! And I love both him and the stories! See you in two weeks, Daddy!"
"Safe travel back home. Hug Kenny for me! Bye!" Bill closed down and left Colin with a smiling face.
To be continued