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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 50 (End of semester - Farewell to Svend - Bill and Qi)
"I wonder if this will be my last visit to this old-fashioned flat," Colin thought. He was sitting in the apartment the university provided to their foreign professors. Professor Thor Olsen, the 50 year old Norwegian from Bergen, had brought Colin to his temporary home and made him his favourite student and his very special lover. When Thor, as Colin and even Bill called him in private, left for Africa after one year, Colin was not happy. He had lost his favourite teacher, and he had lost a great inspiration and adult friend.
When Colin started his second year at university and continued his linguistic studies, he had been told that a mature lady from Denmark and York would be Thor's replacement. The disappointment had turned to excitement when the guest professor turned out to be a 39 year old Danish man who also had been teaching in York. Professor Thomsen had been quite distant in the beginning, but soon Colin was invited to sit on the old leather sofa where he currently sat, waiting for the professor and his guests to arrive from a formal reception. Professor Svend Thomsen had been one of Denmark's youngest professors. In Colin's eyes, he also was a brilliant educator. The athletic actor with the goatee beard and the fattest cock became a new hot lover.
"How did you meet Svend? You don't attend his lectures, do you?" Colin put an arm around Roland, a twenty-two year old student, who was a good friend of Colin, even though he played' in another gay division. Roland was a queen' or a `princess' and loved to dress up in the most fantastic costumes.
"I met him at the club. I was the `main attraction' that night!" Roland giggled and made one of his typical hand gestures. "Haven't you seen the professor's love of acting?"
"I have indeed, but you know I'm far from being the perfect drag queen. I have too many muscles, don't you think?" Colin tried to show off his biceps without a very good result.
"I love you when you parade in your sexy underwear, Colin. No reason to dress you up like a girl! I'm sorry you never have performed at the club though." Roland was dramatic as always.
"You like my new thong?" Colin rose and pulled down his formal shorts. He showed off a very small lacy white thong with tight ribbons around the waist and between the buttocks.
"Bend over, please," Roland asked. The boy licked one finger and let it follow his friend's arsecrack. "No stubble, baby! Perfect for show-business!" He grinned. Colin turned and presented a hard erection inside the see-through lace. Roland used a finger again. "Hairless balls too," he murmured. "You want me to suck you, Colin? You're dripping!" Roland put a finger in his mouth.
"No, damn. We can't! The professor should be here soon." Colin re-arranged his shorts and went up to the huge table in the middle of the room. He lifted the heavy tablecloth. "You see these special screws - one on each table leg?" Professor Olsen made these fixtures. He bound me so often that he needed some permanent arrangement."
"He fucked you on the table?" Roland put his hand over his open mouth in a very theatrical manner.
"He fucked me all over the place, on the table, hanging from ropes over there, on the sofa here, in the bathroom, but very seldom in the bed. If you were to test this old sofa, I'm sure you would find my DNA all over it!" Colin went up to the door and pointed out two heavy screws. "Thor used this for some gym exercises, but soon he found out that he could tie me up here and flog me!"
"Why did he flog you? He loved you. I heard you were his favourite student." Roland was serious.
"He thought I was too pale. He loved to fuck a red arse! And I loved it too. He gave me everything and I felt very safe." Colin went back to the sofa.
"Does Professor Thomsen use a whip on you as well? He's never done it to me," Roland said. "I dress like a girl and he spanks me, and then he plays with my pussy. He loves my clit too." Roland wiggled and put a hand between his legs.
Slamming doors told the two on the sofa that their host was about to arrive. "He's a belting guy, if he's in the right mood. A real Viking, or so he pretends," Colin whispered.
Professor Thomsen himself entered, leading a group of five well-dressed gentlemen. And as a surprise for Colin, two young men in sports outfits bearing Danish flags followed the group into the not very grand sitting room.
"Sorry for making you wait, boys, but our Danish tennis players wanted a small sightseeing tour after the reception. Say hello to Preben and Even, guys." Svend was one big grin when he almost pushed the two men in their early twenties forward. "They will help me pack for York tomorrow."
"Colin is my best student and my assistant," Svend continued. "And Roland is my favourite actor over here." Svend winked when the two on the sofa hesitated but met the waiting hands with light smiles.
"And guys, both my colleagues from the university are well known to you, but the two colleagues from York are my special guests." Svend placed himself behind the group.
"Nice to meet you, gentlemen. A happy party night lies ahead, I hope. I'm sad that my favourite professor is leaving us, but it's good for the Viking world in York." Colin shook the hands of the two rather ordinary-looking men in their sixties. Roland gave them his hand, but seemed a bit outside his comfort zone.
"Please find some seats, folks. Food will be served soon! And make yourself comfortable. It's quite hot here today." Svend took off his formal jacket and placed it on a chair. "I'm happy to have my two helpers tonight. Roland, I've bought you a new dress to wear while you serve us. It's in the usual place." Svend grinned and Roland blushed, but seemed happy to leave for the bedroom.
"And dear Colin, you are overdressed tonight. Never seen you looking this formal before. Maybe a small strip show, eh?" Svend used a remote control to turn down the light. A spotlight lit up an area in front of the gas fireplace and a huge mirror.
Colin took up the challenge. "Okay, he wants some fun tonight. I'll give him what he asks for," he said to himself.
Colin went up to the fireplace and spread his legs. Then he lifted his hands above his head and wiggled his butt. He turned around and continued the sexy action. Mr Wilkie, the swim instructor, and one of the two locals present, whistled like a youngster. It was obvious that the 45 year old guy had consumed some drinks already.
The sporty evening jacket was the first item to be thrown in the corner, and the low-cut, sleeveless t-shirt followed. Colin was happy that he had warmed up in the gym a short time earlier. His upper body was very well defined.
All the men's attention was on Colin's strip show. Nobody noticed Roland coming through the bedroom door, but soon he was in the spotlight too. The drag version was excellent. Roland wore a black tight silk top, a red leather skirt which only just covered his buttocks, black net stockings and dramatic red high heeled shoes. Instead of an ugly artificial wig, he had just oiled his black hair. Dramatic red lips and golden ear-rings completed the very slutty look. There were simultaneous moans from among the small audience. Roland went up close to Colin. The previous shyness was gone. Roland found Colin's neck, bowed, and then kissed him - kissed him tight and wet and sexy. Colin kissed back, but he was a bit apprehensive about what Roland was planning.
Roland then placed his hands in front of Colin and opened his belt, and then unzipped his shorts. The shorts fell to the ground and a loud moan was heard in the room. Colin was almost naked, just wearing his white lace thong. With a movement which gave him an opportunity to bow and to show the audience his boy-pussy, he managed to even peel off his socks with some grace and sensuality.
Roland put both hands on Colin's shoulders and forced him down in front of him while he pushed his hips forward. No doubt the whore wanted to be licked. Colin was hot as ever before. His boner had trouble staying inside the pouch and his hard balls were clearly visible.
With his head underneath Roland's skirt, Colin saw that he wore a similar outfit to one he himself had used in a drag show in France. The dance belt hid both cock and balls, but a small opening was perfect for Roland's plum-like cockhead. Colin loved that sort of boy-clit and used his tongue and lips, not theatrical, but for real. Roland moaned with pleasure and some of the lad's long thin cock left the covering. Colin was licking the sweet young juice when Professor Thomsen intervened.
The man almost lifted Colin from the kneeling position. "You think you are here to please yourself, young man? Not tonight! You are here to serve, both of you! Now turn around, bend over and grab hold of your knees! Both of you!" The professor had a whip lying on the mantelpiece.
With a very long `arm', Svend hit Colin's arse. Colin yelled at the action. He hadn't seen the whip coming. The next stroke was harder. But not a sound came from the student. Svend moved to Roland and lifted the skirt. The white boy butt was totally naked when the whip hit him. Something like a real cry was heard when the whip hit again. Svend went back to Colin and lifted his arm as if he was about to give him a real hard stroke.
"Arretez - maintenant! Connard! (Stop Ð now! Motherfucker!)" Professor Lumeau, Colin's professor for French shouted, very impulsively.
Svend lowered the whip and caressed both arses, hardly marked from the soft whip. "The show is over guys," he whispered. Then he turned the normal light back on. Both young actors received a good applause.
"Listen, guys. Colin and Roland will now serve us. The food is prepared and you are allowed to use your fingers. Colin is also responsible for wine and later on there will be drinks for all. And you, Roland, have to see that Preben and Even have a nice evening. Their girlfriends are partying alone, you see. While you, Colin, you know that the older ones hope to learn some of your special skills before sunrise!" Now the host received the applause.
"And you Danish lads, you are wearing too much. Show us your muscles now!" Sven waited, while both the young athletes rose from their chairs and removed their sports jackets and t-shirts. Like real machos, they flexed their muscles and turned around to let everyone see. "Find the sexy lads a beer, Colin!"
Two hours later the party sounds were intense. The background music was very 60s and 70s, and the beers had been replaced with whisky. The food had been excellent and the service guys had been well treated. Roland had been sitting on the Danish lads' laps for the last hour and, underneath the table, his boy-clit had got a lot of attention.
Colin had served his professors and the other guests with care, keeping close and getting pats on the back and buttocks. When Mr Wilkie pushed Colin's thong aside and started to suck him, Svend had just coughed. The master of the house wanted to direct the action.
"You want me to suck your guests?" Colin whispered when he moved over to serve Svend coffee. "Or do you have some special wishes for your last night with me?" Very slutty, the student played with his professor's earlobe. "I want you to fuck me later on, sir. Nobody else. It's your party, and I want you to show the guests that you're my real master!"
"You remember that crazy party when you served coffee with cream?" Sven whispered. "I think these guys would love such a special service."
"Okay, but I might need your help, sir!" Colin climbed onto the table in the middle of the room. Roland applauded to draw everyone's attention to Colin. He had already served both athletes well. They had both been sucked by the boy-slut. With open trousers and pulled down underwear, they had showed off good-sized young dicks and Roland had done his best to let them have a hot evening. Now he turned to follow the show on the table.
"I understand there has been a complaint," Colin started. "One of you thinks I'm overdressed, but it's the smallest thong on the market!"
"Take it off then, kid!" This was said by the visiting professor who had tried to strip Colin earlier.
"You have to help me then, sir. Please come over here!" Colin placed himself on his knees in front of the man.
The old gentleman's hands were shaking when he found the thin ribbon acting as a waistband and pulled it down below the round oiled globes. The next step was to free the rock-hard cock from the tight pouch. Colin was soon completely naked. With his hands behind his neck, he pushed his hips forward to display his stiff cock.
"Well, gentlemen, as you see, I haven't much to show you, but maybe if I turn around..." Colin showed his butt to the audience. He bent over and used both hands to spread his arse-cheeks. The pink rosebud inside a darker corona was very inviting.
"Maybe you would like to lick me sir?" Colin asked the man who hadn't gone back to his seat yet.
The professor from York had sucked and rimmed a youngster before, no doubt about that. Soon drops of pre-cum dripped from Colin's naked glans. Colin moaned and gave his cock some wanks while the man used an eager tongue to open him.
"Yeah, yeah!" Colin moaned and then turned to stroke the elderly man's grey hair. "I think you need some coffee now, sir."
"I've received another complaint, Colin. Our guests would like white coffee and we forgot milk, didn't we? MaybeÉ?" Professor Thomsen grinned.
"I guess we can solve that problem, professor! I have boy-milk for those who are into real white stuff. I've plenty!" Colin cupped his balls. "Will you help me, sir?" With two fingers Colin pulled his foreskin back and spat on the cock-head. With closed eyes he started a slow wank. Svend moved up to his student and greased three fingers. Soon Colin was finger-fucked with three thick fingers while he wanked the close to 11 cm (4 inch) beauty.
The guests watched the show in silence. The two students had placed Roland between them on the old sofa. One of them wanked Roland underneath his girlish outfit, and Roland used his searching and playing hands on the lads' stiff cocks.
"I'll serve my milk soon, gentlemen. I'mÉI'mÉ" Colin had problems talking. Svend fucked him with his fingers - rather brutally. "Find your cups...cups... coffeeÉyeah, yeahÉ I'm cumming, cumming!" For once Colin took hold of his cock with two fingers and pointed it at the four cups in front of him. The first blast hit one cup, very direct. The second and third blasts spread inside and outside the next cup of coffee. Colin jerked again and bent forward and sent his remaining spunk into it the last cup of coffee. "Well, here you have your white coffees, gentlemen! Be my guestsÉandÉI hopeÉ" Colin could hardly speak. Svend was still fucking him with three fingers.
"Go to the bathroom and prepare, Colin, while we finish our coffee and have another whisky. You find the ropes where you placed them last time!" Svend ended the finger-fuck with a hard spank on the lad's butt.
Soft crying-like noises from the sofa completed the show. The young men had lifted the slut's skirt and worked the long and thin cock to full excitement. The two guys fought to catch Roland's big load. A hard stream of almost clear jizz erupted from his cock. Roland suddenly looked very boyish both in orgasm and eruption.
Just a few minutes later, Colin was back. His wet hair showed that he had been in the shower. The very stiff cock showed that he was also fully prepared for the next stage. Around one arm, he carried a bunch of red ropes. In one hand he had a jar of thick lube, while in the other hand he was gripping a black cock-whip. Without a word, he placed himself beside his professor.
"Colin will give you some service now, gentlemen, but stay away from his pussy. That's mine, and save your spunk, folks. The night is still young. Let's give the lad access!" Sven took just seconds to undress, and he did nothing to hide the huge weapon inside his tight black boxer-briefs. Now he sat down and let Colin pull down his underwear. Svend had one of the fattest and longest cocks around, and Colin guessed that in a contest he would have been the winner this evening. Soon Colin was bringing Svend to a very high temperature, before he went on to three professors and his swim instructor. After half an hour five men sported heavy erections, well wetted by Colin's mouth and throat. From the very grownup men, he moved to the young guys on the sofa.
"Not your job, Colin!" Svend shouted. "Suck off your mates, Roland. Eat them out. Strip them first! Come here, Colin, and prepare the table."
"Yes, master!" Colin knew the very direct orders from his professor. Quickly he removed the cover from the table, and with experienced action he attached the ropes to the table legs. Then he climbed onto the table and lay down with his arms and legs spread.
"Bind him, Dave!" Svend pointed at the now naked swim instructor who had skill with ropes. In only a few minutes, Colin was tightly bound to the four corners of the table.
"You ready to please me, boy? On my last night!" Svend asked.
"Yes, sir!" Colin mumbled. What Svend just said filled his eyes with tears.
"I didn't hear you!" The cockwhip hit Colin's nipples.
"Yes, Master. I'm ready to please you!" Colin was loud and clear.
Professor Thomsen stripped his boxers off again. The athletic man - forty this year - had a boner that could scare both men and women, but when Colin was well prepared he could easily take him.
Colin was dripping hard. His small cock pointed upwards when the first stroke hit him, and he continued to stay hard and drip clear liquid when Svend covered his body with strokes - light and hard - from his neck down to his feet. His body turned light pink from the treatment. Only when Svend hit his balls and his cockhead, did he yell. If Colin could have seen anything but Svend, he would have seen all of the men wanking, two wanking youngsters and one young lad dressed as a girl moaning with each hard stroke his friend on the table received.
"Still want to please me, boy?" Svend asked.
"Yes, master. Please, master!" Colin shouted.
"Untie his legs, Dave. Bind him open!" Svend had started to grease up his 25 cm (10 inch), very thick tool.
Dave Wilkie did as he was ordered. He kept the ropes on Colin's legs, pushed them backwards, and tied his legs to his arms. Svend put a leather cushion under Colin's butt. Colin had no privacy anymore. His boy-cunt was on full display.
Again Svend found the cock-whip and started a job on Colin's bum and inner thighs. Colin took the strokes on his butt easily but the strokes that hit his thighs hurt. Sven heard the change in Colin's expression and used his palm to comfort Colin's upper legs all the way to his hard, but now, pink balls. Now he greased the cock-whip's handle and penetrated the partly open boy-cunt. Colin moaned at the new action.
"What did you say, son?" Svend rotated the handle inside and next to Colin's love button.
"Thank you, Master. More please, Master!" Colin begged.
"You want my cock, Colin? You want it hard? You want your little boy-cunt abused?" Svend was sweating. He wanked his huge tool. Now he replaced the handle with his fingers, before finally climbing onto the end of the table. Svend looked at the audience as if he expected applause, or maybe it was just a sort of lecturing position of the professor. He withdrew the cock-whip and placed a large amount of lube on the waiting hole. Then he placed his cockhead just outside the arse opening. Normally Colin would have met him with an attack, but Dave had bound him very tight. When he moved, his hands hurt.
Svend attacked like a real Danish Viking. With a roar, he broke through Colin's sphincter and bottomed in him in a single thrust. Colin's screaming was real. Svend understood. He paused some seconds inside, checked Colin's erection, and whispered, "Okay, son?" Colin just nodded with tear-filled eyes. Later that night Colin told his professor and lover that he didn't cry because of pain, but because he knew that the second professor-stallion was about to leave him.
The small pause was followed by a set of new bottomings. The long strokes hit the tender inner parts of Colin's body and triggered his prostate. Colin soon felt that Svend wouldn't last as long as he normally did. His breathing, his stiffness and his actions told Colin that his master was about to cum. He answered with the use of his arse muscles. Now Svend screamed, both in surprise and because of the pain. He responded by the use of fingernails on Colin's nipples. There were a sort of fight going on, giving and receiving pain.
"Sir, master, please let me cum, I'm É I'mÉ" Colin begged. Svend answered by a sudden pulling out. Colin screamed as if that hurt too, but it was more because of the spoiled orgasm.
"Untie him!" Svend shouted. Both Dave and the French Professor Leon untied the ropes binding Colin.
"Now give this slut of mine a real goodbye, but his mouth is mine!" Svend was wanking his huge tool, standing beside Colin who opened his mouth and received his professor's man-cream in his mouth and on his face.
Dave was the next to spill his load and then came Leon. They covered Colin's face with dripping spunk. Svend grinned when the remaining visitors, both grown up and youngsters, wanked themselves to full climax over Colin.
"You have more spunk left, young lady. Feed your friend then. I think he will open his mouth for you." Roland spread his legs and placed his body across Colin's chest. Minutes later he managed to give his friend another load deep inside the waiting mouth.
"Please suck me, Roland. Just let me cum, okay!" With Roland on top of him, Colin lifted his hips and placed his small stiffy inside Roland's mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, damn, damn, take it, take it! I'm cumming." For the second time that evening Colin climaxed into his friend's mouth. Colin was now drenched from head to balls in man-milk. He looked rather miserable, but Svend smiled and kissed him. Then Svend lifted Colin and carried him into the bathroom.
Minutes later Svend, still naked and semi-erect, opened the door from his bedroom. "Thanks for the party, guys. Dave, serve the guests a nightcap please. And Leon, take care of Roland and get him home, please!"
"See you at ten o'clock, guys! Ready to set off for York." He looked at the two students who again were accompanied by Roland. "I'll give my dear student some last advice for his final exam next week." He winked at his young helpers and closed the door.
Colin arrived home in his JustColin car. He was in a way very relaxed. He had finished his last exam of the year the day before, and had a good feeling. Bill was standing outside as if he had been waiting for him. Now he hugged his young student home for summer.
"Welcome, Colin love! Good to see you so relaxed. Dinner is ready, waiting for you!" Bill hugged him again - tight. Then he helped him with the luggage.
"Great, Daddy! I could eat a horse. I'm looking forward to home-made food now, and then Pierre's cooking in France!" Colin stripped off his hoodie and went shirtless into the cosy kitchen. "No clean t-shirts, sorry!" he said.
"I love you, son, and the washing machine is waiting. For me you could strip naked, you know!" Bill grinned.
"Do I have time for a ten minute shower before we eat, Dad?" Colin stripped off his shorts and jockstrap and placed them in the laundry basket. The naked youngster felt very comfortable, but he hadn't been able to clean himself properly after Kenny fucked him `Happy vacation' just after lunch.
Now Bill had his arms around Colin again. "You should never wear clothes, love!" he whispered.
Colin and Bill were relaxing on the sofa after dinner. Both were wearing only bathrobes but Colin's was wide open, allowing Bill to admire his body. Colin had almost eaten a double meal, but instead of a relaxing after dinner he had persuaded Bill to have sex with him. Bill hadn't needed much persuading.
"Kenny sends his love, Daddy. He has very happy memories of your birthday party!" Colin smiled when his dad blushed. "I had a really hot trip with his rugby team - a lot of action!"
"And you have sent your professor back to York? Not happy for him to leave, you told me." Colin had chatted with Bill many times during the week.
"Well, I knew his stay was for one year only, and Svend will arrange some trips to York for me during the year ahead. And there will probably be a new professor. Some rumours about a Swede - a new man toÉ." Colin suddenly blushed.
"But you have applied for Iceland?" Bill asked.
"Aye, and I will have a chat with Asgeir next week - Asgeir, you know the new horseman at the estate, is from Iceland. I still have plenty of time to finish the papers." Colin placed his head on Bill's shoulder. For a long time they were silent, just feeling the joy of being together.
Suddenly Colin broke the silence. "Daddy, I forgot to mention earlier, but I saw a `For Sale' sign on Anton's house. What's the story with our neighbour?"
"He has decided to move back to Holland," replied Bill. "He thinks this area is too tame."
Colin smiled. "He tried to liven it up with one or two wild parties when he first moved in. I guess there's not enough gay action for him. I wonder who will buy the house. I hope it's not a young family or a couple of old prudes. I like being able to sunbathe naked in the back garden."
"Anton's house is far enough away that whoever moves in won't really bother us," said Bill. "I wouldn't really like to have noisy kids next door though. And you will still sunbathe nude in most of the garden whoever moves in. Only part can be seen from the upstairs windows of that house."
"Has there been a lot of prospective buyers?" Colin asked.
"I've only seen one in the two weeks it has been on the market," replied Bill. "I think it's too far from town for many people."
Colin thought for a moment and then said, "That might mean it won't be too expensive."
"Too expensive for what?" Bill asked.
"For me to buy as an investment," answered Colin. He sat up straight and looked at Bill. "The money I've earned from modelling and porn is just sitting in the bank earning very little interest. I would only need a small mortgage and I could rent it out until I graduate. I can decide what to do with it then."
"It's a nice idea but you're a student. You'd find it difficult, if not impossible, to get a mortgage," said Bill.
"I don't agree," said Colin. "The money from Reynard et Compagnie is irregular but I get monthly payments from JustColin. With the amount of my savings, a steady income and the knowledge that I will be receiving rent, the bank will easily give me a loan."
Bill stroked his chin as he considered Colin's words. "You could be right," he said. "Do you really want to buy the house?"
"I think so. I'd like to look around the house and think about its letting potential but I definitely like the idea of owning a house next to yours," said Colin.
"Okay. We will phone Anton in the morning and arrange a visit," smiled Bill.
Two days later they had come to a provisional agreement with Anton. Now they were heading for an appointment at the bank. Bill went with Colin when he saw the mortgage adviser but he left most of the talking to Colin. Colin explained that his idea was to advertise the house for rent at the local agricultural college and said that, with one large bedroom and two small ones, it could accommodate four students. The bank official listened to Colin's proposals, read through the documents he had provided and then agreed that he could get the loan he needed.
Colin was very happy as he left the bank. "If I can continue modelling for another couple of years I might have enough to buy another property," he told Bill.
"That's a possibility. I'm glad you're doing something sensible with your money," said Bill.
"I'm a very lucky boy," Colin said as he hugged Bill. "I have you and I make a lot of money simply by showing off my body."
"I'm very lucky to have you in my life," said Bill.
"Let's go home and celebrate," smiled Colin. "In bed!"
The couple rested side by side on the sofa after the hot celebration in bed, followed by a homemade pizza. Colin patted his naked stomach. "You are an excellent cook, Dad. I have told you before, haven't I?"
"You often tell me that, son. I'm so happy to cook for the two of us, much nicer than cooking for one person." Bill yawned. "Think we need a cup of coffee."
"I'll make us coffee, Dad. I love our new fancy coffee machine. You can even run it from your phone, you know - just like the fucking equipment." Colin grinned.
"Daddy, tell me about `Odin R White'!" Colin shouted from the kitchen. "Why haven't you told me that you write porn using a pseudonym?"
"I wouldn't call it porn, Colin. It's for a quite serious magazine. They call it erotic fiction." Bill didn't meet Colin's eyes when he entered the room bringing the coffee.
"They call it 'housewife porn', don't they? Sold in every newsagent's and station bookstall around. Well, I found some of your stories on the net. A Scandinavian magazine, isn't it?" Colin sat down.
"Originally yes, but I write for the English edition. How did you know I was the writer?" Bill asked. "The name is just a fake!"
"Is it not the name of your mother's uncle?" Colin grinned again.
"No, you just surprised me when you called. His name was `White' though. Odin is a god, isn't he?"
Colin smiled. "The god of wisdom and magic. I have read some of your stories over the years, you know. Some erotic stories on Nifty as well. I remember `The boy in the shelter', because I was afraid that it was about me. A nice love story, by the way!" Colin kissed his dad. Bill met him with an open mouth and working tongue."
"But how can you write straight love stories? Do you have experiences you haven't told me about?" Colin pinched Bill's nipples.
"No personal experience, never had my dick in a pussy, but a crime-writer doesn't have to be a criminal himself. It's fantasy, you know. Most of my stories are gay-related though," Bill answered. "And I have a very good moderator for the straight stuff."
Colin couldn't understand why his old man blushed. "Who is that?" he asked. "Somebody I know?"
"Linda, down the street!" Bill finished his coffee.
"Wow!" Colin opened his eyes wide. "No doubt there will be some hot stuff around then. She's a real man-hunter, isn't she? I thought she only had a food website on the internet, a very popular one too. Does she moderate your Nifty stories too - the authoritarian stuff?"
"No, but she once told me that she was fan of my dad-son stories. She always thought you were the son, love!" Bill let his hand follow Colin's spine which was enough to bring back a hard erection.
"Maybe we could start making Milf-porn, Daddy? Or you could hire me out as a gigolo," Colin said while touching Bill's tenting.
"Thanks, Colin. My mind was a blank and I have to submit a new short story this week. Now I have an idea - "The Milf gigolo!" - will be a damn hot story." Do your jogging now, Colin. I will make some notes. And Anton has invited us for supper, remember!"
Colin was somewhere between sleep and waking up. One hand cupped his hot balls, the other played with his dark curls. Bill had teased him more than once about his hair. He knew he had overslept.
The evening in Anton's house had been both nice and hot. Bill had taken too many drinks, a seldom event, but he was always in a good mood when he visited his neighbour. Anton had met them in just a loincloth, and taken them to the sitting room he called `the jungle'. Colin had been asked to stay naked most of the evening and he had ended up between Anton's legs. Bill had just grinned when Colin brought the neighbour to a climax in front of him. When back in their own bedroom Bill had been wilder and rougher than normal, and fucked Colin hard at both ends and in all the positions they loved. He had given his son two heavy orgasms before he had erupted his own man-milk all over Colin's face. Afterwards he had carried Colin to the bathroom and drenched him in yellow liquid.
Colin heard noises from the guest room - his old boyhood room. The noises were familiar. His old four-poster bed had a special sound when someone used it for sex. Now Colin left the bed and walked towards the bathroom. The door to the guest room was open.
"I'm sure he won't me to watch him having sex," he thought. That had been the subject of a discussion some days earlier. Bill had admitted that watching other men fuck Colin was a real turn-on for him. Colin had also admitted that he would like to see his Dad with other youngsters, but he also said that he would probably be damned jealous.
Bill had asked Colin to tell him who he wished to watch being fucked. Bill had smiled when Colin mentioned 23 year old Qi, the `son and slave', chauffeur and junior butler at the Brickwall Estate.
"So that's what he had in mind when he fucked me senseless last night!" Colin thought. Hong Kong-born Qi moaned with lust when Bill turned him onto his hands and knees, and mounted him like a horny stallion. Colin was sure that Bill could see the open door in the old-fashioned wall mirror. Now a naked wanking Colin filled the doorway.
"Fuck me hard, sir, like you fuck Colin!" Qi shouted. "I can take it, don't stop, make me cum, please."
Bill withdrew his huge tool and forced it back inside. Qi yelled a "Yeah" every time Bill bottomed.
Colin was very pleased at the sight. He loved to watch his old man's strong body, and he loved watching Qi, one of the handsomest youngsters around. But he was also damn jealous. Qi had obviously been one of Bill's young lovers after Colin moved to Glasgow. Colin had more than once feared that Qi was more than just a temporary fuck-buddy for his `father'.
"Hurt me, please, sir! Hurt me. Eddy says I'm too week. Spank me, Bill. Please make me cum!" Qi talked as if he was in trance. Again Bill withdrew completely. He caught his leather belt from the floor and folded it.
"Take this, son! Cum for me, cum for me!" The first stroke hit the right buttock, the second hit the left. The strokes that followed were met only by almost silent moans from the youngster. His cock was still hard. A long thread of slimy juice dripped from the pink plum-like cockhead, a cock not much bigger than Colin's, but the thick cockhead made it look like a mushroom.
Bill paused and caught the dripping pre-cum and licked his fingers like a testing teenager. Colin gave his own cock some hard wanks and used a finger to press out a drop of clear liquid. Bill wanked the youngster, then a new round of belting followed. Qi yelled now for every stroke that hit his red butt. Colin watched now how his dad threw away the belt, spat in his right hand and caressed the sweating skin.
"Open up, son. Let me taste you!" Bill bent down and put his tongue into Qi's arse. The sudden action made the boy tremble. He caught his own cock and went on wanking. Bill stopped and spanked him hard with an open hand. "Stop wanking. I'll make you cum - just wait - just wait. I want to see you cum, understand?"
Bill turned the shorter guy around and forced his legs up against the lad's shoulders. Qi was curled up like a ball. Bill placed his 24 cm (9.5 inch) weapon outside the partly open boy-cunt. The young Chinese man looked at him with begging eyes.
"I need to cum, sir. Please, sir. Eddy has kept me in a cage since you fucked me before your birthday. He says he will cut my balls off if I wank!" Qi had tears dripping from his eyes.
Colin felt suddenly a bit ashamed when Bill kissed Qi deeply in response and was met by a very loving mouth. A blush of jealousy went through the boy in the doorway who played with his own balls. When Bill again placed his cockhead at the boy's entrance he glanced in the mirror and made brief eye contact with his watching son. The following smile was enough for Colin. Bill hadn't forgotten him.
Bill attacked Qi with an experienced man's skill. Long strokes and rotations, pulling out and then thrusting deep inside. Qi was not going to last much longer. He whined and cried and moaned. Bill spread the guy's legs and just watched when Qi shot his load of cum. Qi's white cream hit his own face and hair, his body and the bedsheet around him.
"I have never seen a load like that, real porn!" Colin whispered, but Bill seemed to hear what he said. Again he grinned into the mirror. With his cock greased up from the fuck, he climbed over the young body and put the cockhead into Qi's mouth. He used his hands to bend the youngster's head backwards and then he mouth-fucked him. Colin had never seen Qi take a cock like that and was impressed that he could take half of Bill's cock without vomiting. And Bill just stayed inside and made some small adjustments. Qi had taken his cock - all the way. Slowly Bill withdrew and jerked his weapon. Just inside the boy's lips, he erupted.
"Take it, boy! Eat my cream, you are tough! Tough, yeah, yeah. Take it!" Bill filled Qi's mouth. Qi struggled to swallow, but Bill used his fingers to catch the spunk that dripped from his mouth. "Great, Qi. You are a master! I'll tell Eddy. He will never cage you again if he wants to stay friendly with me!" Bill kissed Qi again, and licked spunk from his face. He turned around to meet Colin's eyes and approval.
Colin found baggy sports shorts and a hoodie. Barefoot, he left the house and jogged down the street. Without underwear, his shorts showed a real tenting. The wet cockhead wanted more action.
Four houses down and Colin hurried inside the unlocked door. "You home, Bruce?" Colin shouted.
"What's going on?" Bruce was in the kitchen door.
"Please fuck me, Bruce! I'mÉI'm..." Colin had his arms around Bruce, and Bill's good friend nearly lifted him from the floor. Soon afterwards he carried a naked Colin down to his playroom and sauna.
Neither Qi nor Linda was mentioned during the couple's dinner that evening. Bill had received Colin with hot kisses when he came back from Bruce. Bill had sniffed Colin's hair, then commented. "You smell fresh of birch, love. Did Bruce use the Finnish sauna today?"
"Aye, he did. He missed you in the sauna last week, he said, but guessed you were occupied with preparations for our forthcoming visit to France," Colin replied.
"Well, I've had some exchanges with Reynard. He looks forward to seeing us," Bill commented.
"I'm really looking forward to spending some time in France," Colin curled his hair with a finger and his eyes went wide. "I always feel so relaxed when we are at Reynard's place."
"I feel the same but it will be slightly different this time as he has gifted us that house by the forest on the edge of the estate, the one that Castro lived in for a short while," said Bill. "I guess we will have to furnish it before we can move in."
"Castro called it the log-house. I remember being inside it and it definitely needed to be modernised," said Colin. "I wonder what changes Reynard has made to it."
"We will soon find out," smiled Colin. "Anyway we've agreed that the house could be a project for you while I'm away in Iceland."
"Yes. I can work there just as easily as here," said Bill.
"Have you finalised the travel arrangements?" Colin asked.
"I bought flight tickets to Paris some weeks ago and I booked the train tickets from Paris to Lyon online yesterday," replied Bill. "I haven't done anything about our overnight accommodation in Paris yet. Do you want to stay with Christian?"
"Hmm. Christian said we should stay with him whenever we are in Paris but it's only for one night." Colin did his thinking out loud. Then he smiled at Bill and said, "No. I just want it to be the two of us. Let's do something romantic. A dinner cruise on the Seine perhaps before we make love in a nice hotel."
"Sounds good to me." Bill smiled and added, "We'll go online when we've finished eating and find a hotel."
To be continued.