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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 5 (Mr Wilkie)
The main door to the university's swimming pool was closed. `Open for the season on Sunday', a sign told. But Colin was certain about his appointment. He was to meet his coach and team leader, Mr Wilkie, this afternoon. He looked at the tower on the old main building and the clock showed five. He had borrowed an old bike to be there in time. The afternoon session with Kenny in bed had been great, and a shower had made him ready for more action.
Mr Wilkie was one of Colin's favourites at university. Colin had been swimming for a local team, but the competition here was much harder. As a first year student Colin had been able to compete for the A-team even if he was light and a bit inexperienced.
Dave, as Mr Wilkie wanted Colin to call him, had very special methods both for relaxing and the creation of extra energy. Some selected students were allowed to visit him in the basement area. The room was originally a storeroom for the swimming pool, and also a sort of office for the team leaders, but it had become a private studio for Mr Wilkie. Nobody visited him down there uninvited.
Mr Wilkie had been a swimmer at international level when he was younger. He was now 45, still very good-looking, hairy but with a boyish face. All the swimmers and other visitors respected him. Through the double windows in his upper office he watched and controlled all activity, both in the hall and in the changing room. Everybody knew that. There was a rumour among many of the students that Mr Wilkie had a special interest in young male bodies, but there were no complaints. His regular visits to the shower-rooms were accepted as a normal safety routine.
"Mr Wilkie, are you there, sir?" Colin shouted through the unlocked rear door.
No answer. Colin went inside, happy to be back. The smell of steam and chlorine was familiar and Colin has to admit that, besides swimming and competing, swimming pools had been a place for excitement and dreams when he was a younger teen. For someone not openly gay, life in the changing rooms and showers had been a challenge, and both group wanking and some sucking had been part of growing up.
In his high school days Colin had been `entertained' by Adam Morrison, a man in his sixties who was a swimming instructor in the swimming pool, in addition to being a driving instructor and garage owner, in Colin's hometown. Adam Morrison had asked for sex-service more than once, and Colin had been very happy to give it to him. Colin's dad hadn't been too pleased though. When he heard that Colin had paid for driving lessons by opening his arse for the man, he had intervened.
"Dave, are you downstairs?" Colin was at the entrance to the `most holy chamber'.
Dave, who had been having some trouble with the track-dividers in the hall, shouted back. "Please help me, Colin. The last user has done a really bad job!" Dave Wilkie was dressed in white singlet and white shorts, his standard outfit, as he tried to loosen the red plastic floats. Now he came over to Colin and hugged him tightly.
"Nice to see you, Colin, and good to see that you are in good shape after the summer break!" He let his hands follow Colin's back all the way down to the shorts. Inside the shorts he cupped the globes and let his fingers follow the arse-crack until one finger found the warm entrance. Colin clung to the man and gave him access.
"You are still smooth, son. No need for shaving here," Dave whispered.
"Some hair above my cock, and some on my legs. Hope you will shave me like last year, sir," Colin whispered back. He shivered. He also felt that something was happening inside Dave's sports shorts.
"My pleasure, boy. You have to see me at home for that." He let his lips touch Colin's neck. "But help me now with the job up here, and then we'll go downstairs to the pool."
"Why do we need more lanes, sir?" Colin asked when they started to place the third divider. "Will you work with more students today?" Colin had believed that he was to be the only visitor this afternoon.
"Have you heard that we have two exchange students from the Gambia this year?" Mr Wilkie asked.
"Aye, I saw them in the cafeteria today. Tall guys, very dark, looked quite old!" Colin did all he could to pull the last divider across the 25 m pool.
"Dark? Black as hell!" Dave said, "but cute guys, only eighteen, just finished high school. They want to improve their skills in the pool. You asked for an instructor's job last year, so I thought you could be their tutor. They will be here in about half an hour, so you will meet them soon."
"Cool!" Colin shouted. He almost fell into the pool, but managed to regain his balance and do the job.
"They have been coming to me the last two days." Mr Wilkie went close. "They're more experienced than I thought." The man winked and placed a hand on Colin's shoulder, pushing him in front down to the basement room.
"You want full service and then a hard round in the pool? You look a bit stressed, kid." Dave Wilkie placed a padded short-bench in the middle of the room. "I'll make you relax first, and then we can pump some energy afterwards, ok? You allow me to take control, eh?"
"Aye, as always sir!" Colin bowed his head and looked down. "All the way, please!"
"When did you last cum, kid?" Mr Wilkie's voice was suddenly sterner.
"Just an hour ago, sir. My buddy had some needs, and I was damn horny. I had been thinking of my visit here all day, but couldn't wait!" Colin didn't look at Dave.
"A full load?" The man lifted Colin's chin and focused on his eyes.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. An all-day load. I didn't wank during the lunch break, you see." The lad blushed.
"Undress then, and find the ropes!" Dave commanded. "We'll fill up those tight balls of yours!" He cupped Colin's bulge and squeezed his balls.
Colin undressed while Mr Wilkie watched him closely. His shoes were already gone so he just took off his white sports socks and passed them to the instructor who placed them in front of his mouth and nose and sniffed. The tight t-shirt came off and Dave took care of that too. Colin placed his arms behind his neck and Dave used an open hand to inspect the armpits before he licked them.
"Smooth!" he said. "And no perfume. Good! Use some talc if you feel sore, kid."
Colin untied the cord in the high-cut running shorts and pulled them down slowly. He knew that the voyeur in front of him always became aroused from a slow strip performance. Colin acted as if he was very young and very shy and inexperienced. Mr Wilkie did nothing to hide the tenting in his white shorts. He knew that the teens who visited him down here, longed for his manhood so he did not cover up.
Mr Wilkie swallowed. He watched with interest the well-shaped, and all-over tanned body, now only with a white, loose-knitted jock strap which had two wet spots in the front. Again, and standing very close to Colin, he used the fingers of one hand to squeeze the lad's nipples. With the other hand he collected the pre-cum from the small iron-hard erection, dripping through the front of the pouch. He sniffed his fingers and then let Colin lick them clean.
"I think you are filling up already, son. Keep the jock on for the black guys and hurry up with the ropes now!" Mr Wilkie looked as if he was waking up from a dream. Now he went in action. Colin handed him four red ropes from the equipment wall.
Dave forced Colin to lie down with his front on the bench and his feet next to the floor. Then he bound Colin's hands tight to the bench's legs. He spread Colin's legs too and tied them to the bench. Colin's body was now locked up, except for his head. His round buttocks were split and the smooth arse crack was open. Dave oiled his hands and gave Colin a light touch all over.
"You ready, son?" A light spank followed on one buttock, followed by the same on the other globe.
"Aye, do what you want with me, sir. I'm all yours!" Colin sighed.
A noise and then some laughter was heard when the two black youngsters dived into the room. They were suddenly very silent when they saw the young white boy tied up virtually naked in the middle of the room. The two were both dressed in colourful baggy football gear. Their curly hair was very short, and the hairless lower arms and legs were shining as though oiled. Both of them were about 1.85 m (6ft 1in) tall and very slim.
"Here is Colin whom I told you about. He's a superb swimmer, and he knows how to win. He's intelligent and he's a stayer. To win, you have to use your brain as well as your muscles." Dave lectured. "I have tied him up for your education. I'll show you how to be a stayer!"
Colin turned his head so he could see the two Gambians. They looked like brothers with high their similar cheekbones and thick lips.
"Isaac and Joseph will be your pupils in the pool, Colin. I know you'll be a good tutor for them. Like I'm your boss, they will have to obey you!" Mr Wilkie gave Colin two new spanks with an open hand to underline his words. "You understand, guys?" The two guys nodded.
"Now, undress, both of you. Get rid of those baggy outfits. Swimming means showing off the body, hot bodies. It's a pity that we have to use swimwear, isn't it Colin? You would appear naked in front of a big audience if you could, eh?" Dave gave Colin a third round of hand-spanking.
Both Isaac and Joseph stripped their tops very fast and revealed completely smooth upper bodies. Their football socks came off next. Both of them hesitated and looked at each other.
"Go on! No room for shyness here. Show me why English grannies fill the beaches in the Gambia to see bodies like yours!" Mr Wilkie grinned. Colin was not sure that he liked these comments, but said nothing.
The two lads stripped off their football shorts, and they had probably not been prepared because they had no jocks or briefs underneath. Two long flaccid dicks and two sets of hanging balls were presented. There was one small difference though. One of them had a small white scar on his dick. "An easy way to tell the difference," Colin thought. The two tried to cover their prides with the hands.
Mr Wilkie gave his orders. "Hands at the side, hips forward! That's a swimmer's position." He went up to them. With both hands he cupped their balls and lifted their dicks. Both the youngsters were showing the tips of their dicks but Mr Wilkie forced the rest of their foreskins back and inspected their glans.
"Spread your legs and bow!" The man commanded, and again the lads followed his instructions. "Spread your butts, all the way! Show Colin your pussies." He licked his fingers and let them follow the arsecracks down to the pink entrances. Both young men sighed softly when Mr Wilkie put a finger inside.
"Okay, lads. Let's have our first lesson!" Again the instructor seemed to return from a sort of trance. "Let's try to picture a competition in the pool. The first rounds are just joy. Your body functions well. It's the dream you have longed for and trained for. Then the pain starts. You have to use your brain now to go on or even increase your efforts. And then comes the third part that will show the winners. They manage to make a grand finale even if their bodies hurt and their brains protest."
Colin had heard this lesson before and so instead he concentrated his studies on the African dicks. "They can't be growers!" he thought. "Twenty centimetres (eight inches) flaccid. Would be monster cocks if they grew." He had seen some boys that had no real difference in size between their flaccid and hard states. Some of them had hanging hard ones too. Colin's eye inspection made him more and more aroused and a thread of sticky juice dripped from his jock. Without visible movements he stimulated his own prostate with the use of arse muscles.
"Well, guys. You do what I tell you, okay. Now let's give this waiting lad some relaxing massage. "Isaac, you do his upper body, and Joseph, you play with the lower part." He handed the guys some massage oil. The two were familiar with this business and two pairs of hands treated Colin with great skill.
"Play with his arse Joseph, but stay away from his bulge. He must start concentrating now. Give him fingers. He takes them without problems." Mr Wilkie only touched himself now, but he was playing with a huge hard-on.
The massage went on for some minutes. "Let's increase the stimulation, guys! Isaac, give the lad your cock. You okay, son?" Mr Wilkie spanked Colin's oily butt.
"Yes, sir. You will fuck me soon, sir?" Colin whispered, but very soon the black cock was inside his mouth, and the well-trained cocksucker knew what to do.
"Concentrate, lad. Don't force yet. No more than half!" Again Dave gave Colin a light spank. "Joseph, you rim him. And do it deep. Tongue-fuck him." The lad seemed to hesitate. "Ten times better than your old ladies! Go on. He tastes of honey, or maybe some spunk, since he had his mate inside him not so long ago!"
Five minutes of heavy mouth-fuck combined with rimming and Colin's jock was piss-wet.
"You change positions, guys!" Mr Wilkie handed Isaac a tube of lubricating jelly. "Now, open the lad with that cock of yours, but no crazy fucking. Okay?" He filled the teen's hand with jelly and greased up Isaac's spit-wet cock that grew really hard during the man's treatment.
Colin was bound tightly but he managed to push back and suck the black cock into his waiting boy-cunt. Isaac was soon balls-deep but he waited as if he needed instructions.
"Please go on, man. Don't stop, please don't stop!" Colin tried to shout through heavy mouth-treatment.
"I give the orders here, don't forget!" Mr Wilkie shouted. "But okay, guys. We will start on the second part of the run now. Colin needs more energy. Undress me and make me ready."
The two black lads did not hesitate now and Dave was stripped of his clothes. The 45-year-old man had an athlete's body. He was quite hairy except for his shaved balls and trimmed ginger pubic hair. The 20 cm (8 inch) cock, with the exceptional mushroom-sized cockhead, was in no need of extra stimulation, but he gave the boys some jelly, both for his own cock and for Colin's arse.
"The pain that follows my penetration could normally end a lad's erection, but not for this well-trained fellow. He will transform the pain into heat and more energy!" Mr Wilkie went up to Colin and spat in his arsecrack. Then he placed the huge cockhead outside the rosebud. A sharp howl was heard from Colin when the man-cock burst through his sphincter. Both the Africans moaned too, and found their stiff cocks for some handwork.
"Let Colin handle you, guys. He can serve us all!" the instructor commanded. "What do you say, kid?"
"Aye, aye sir. Thank you, sir. Please fuck me hard. Your cock is like a cleaner, fills my cunt, ahÉ You are great, sir!" Colin shouted every time Dave bottomed in him. Isaac and Joseph stood side by side in front of Colin, and he did his best to lick and suck the black cocks. The two were sweating and their cocks were dripping.
After a while with hard pounding Colin started to tremble. He would soon reach the edge, but he knew that Mr Wilkie wanted him to last a bit longer.
"IÉdamnÉI...!" Colin shouted. Mr Wilkie withdrew his cock. The pain when the huge cockhead left the arse was combined with two new hand spanks. Colin managed to slow down his ejaculation.
"This would be the critical point in a contest." The naked, well-equipped man looked at his audience. "Now the pain is starting to be intense. Both the arm muscles and the leg muscles are stiff because of acid. And now the brain must tell those muscles to go on. Let's push Colin forward. Help me to turn him around."
The rope-master, helped by Isaac and Joseph, untied Colin and turned him with his back to the bench. Dave tied both arms together underneath the bench, but let the legs be free.
"Remove his thong, lads. Let's see if his dick is still hard!" Dave grinned. Bound to the bench Colin's stiffy was now the body's highest point, glistening from pre-cum.
"Lick his goodies!" The two Gambians fought for the small cock and the round hard balls. Mr Wilkie took the wet jock. He sniffed and then licked the white fabric before he picked a whip from the wall.
"Now kneel, guys, and hold Colin's legs down, very tight, and I will give this competitor new energy. You ready to put on a spurt and end the race, Colin?" Mr Wilkie let the cock whip tease Colin's nipples.
"Aye, aye, sir. Let me end now. Please let me cum now, sir!" With tears in his eyes, Colin tightened all the muscles he had and was ready for the whip. Mr Wilkie knew that Colin could take a lot, but he wanted action in the pool afterwards. The first strokes landed across Colin's upper body, letting his nipples glow. Then the helicopter strokes went down his body, down to the dark shadow on his pubic bone. Drops of pre-cum dripped from the piss-slit down to the cock root. The next round of strokes landed across the lad's upper thighs. Colin wailed when the leather strands hit his balls.
Dave changed his movements now. Instead of strokes, he let the whip tease the cock. He worked Colin's balls, and he worked the area around the cock before he used the whip directly on the sensitive glans. Colin moaned every time the whip found his cockhead. He shivered now, and the black guys had trouble holding his legs.
"Ready for the end, boy?" Dave asked giving Colin a sort of wake-up stroke across his nipples.
Colin yelled. "Yes, yes, please sir! Let me cum now! My balls are burning, sir!"
"Lift his legs, guys, spread them!" Mr Wilkie gave his cock some jerks and was ready to penetrate Colin again. No mercy this time. He just forced his mushroom cock inside and bottomed him in a single thrust. He pulled out and did the same a second time, and then a third. A macho howl was heard from the true winner. Colin shot his young load. Nine eruptions, the first hit Dave's face and hair; the rest spread, some hit the black skin. The African lads still held Colin's legs when Dave finished. He filled his young student and competitor with man-milk as he gave a primal roar that filled the small basement room.
"Thank Colin for the blowjobs, guys. Let him taste African boy-cream!" Mr Wilkie took care of Colin's legs. Isaac and Joseph, on either side of Colin's head, started a crazy wanking while Dave's cock still filled Colin's tight tunnel.
Isaac, the guy with a small white scar on his long thin dick, was the first to cum. In complete silence he sprayed his white liquid over Colin's head and upper body. Joseph pumped and pumped. He was next to reach a happy ending, but needed some more jerks. He went up on his toes and he pulled his head back. Then he screamed. His piss-like spunk drenched Colin's face and open mouth. Colin, still bound up, needed some help to get rid of a blob of white cum in one eye.
"Now guys, clean him up. You need energy for a fast 1000 meters round now," Mr Wilkie commanded. The two were even commanded to catch the boss's spunk dripping from Colin's open arse.
"I have swimwear for you!" Dave handed the Africans two pairs of small speedos. "But you all need a shower first. No sex in the pool, Colin!" Mr Wilkie grinned and followed them to the locker room before he went to his private room.
Inside the basement room Colin greeted Isaac and Joseph with a high-five. "Quite a start for you, guys!" Colin said. "Don't take Mr Wilkie too seriously. He's a good man, and he's a very good instructorÉand he loves young bodies!" Colin grinned. "And he knows everything that's going on inside and outside these buildings! But wise of you to keep theÉ'instructions'Égiven in the basement for yourselves!"
"Isaac is the best swimmer," Colin was standing in a tiny JustColin speedo watching the African students in the water. "Joseph has a strange movement with his right foot." Colin sounded like a professional instructor. "Difficult to change habits when you are already seniors."
"And both of them have to lift their bodies more, too much resistance!" Mr Wilkie, now dressed in his white uniform put an arm around his young pupil. "I'm sure you will be a good support for them. Jump in now, and show them what they have to compete against."
Colin climbed onto the starting block. The slim, young body hit the surface like an arrow. Mr Wilkie was happy to have Colin back in his stable.
One hour later and three tired youngsters went to the locker room. Dave was not around.
"Take a look at the wall over there!" Colin said. "That's Mr Wilkie's so-called security room. You can follow everything from there. I don't know for certain but I guess some of the mirrors are two-way ones too.
Colin had stripped off his speedo, but Isaac and Joseph were still dressed in the old bathing suits they had borrowed from Mr Wilkie.
"I'll find you some speedos from my own collection," Colin said. "I have some very sexy models that will look superb on you!"
The two suddenly looked a bit shy. The naked Colin in front of them did not cover up a rising boner.
"I'm horny!" Colin said. "Would either of you guys like to fuck me?"
"I will!" Two eager voices were heard, and then came a grin from Colin. "Let me organise that. We still have half an hour before Mr Wilkie locks up. Just undress, guys!
Isaac and Joseph pulled down their swimwear. They were not shy now, but looked around to check if they really were alone. Both showed their excitement. Two beautiful black cocks waited for service when Colin knelt in front of them. He placed one cock inside his mouth while he played with the other lad's cock and balls. He made fast changes from one to the other so the two ended up with equally hard erections. In the end the black guys managed to put both cocks in his mouth at once. He licked the two cockheads with a trained tongue.
"Okay, guys. My turn, heat me please!" Colin let the two kneel, one in front of him and one behind. With spread legs, he gave a signal for full service. Isaac had no problems taking Colin's cock inside his mouth and throat, and Colin moaned from the good service. From behind Joseph took care of Colin's arse. He licked him from the balls to the top end of the crack and then down again. Colin's arse-muscles had tightened in the cool water, but Joseph, as a good rimmer, soon used his long tongue to open him again.
Colin was really excited from the service being given by the two youngsters, and he was prepared for a big cock after Mr Wilkie's fuck. Now he found some lube in his sports bag, before he pulled a gym mat out on the floor. With warm searching hands he greased up the black cocks. Then he asked Isaac to prepare his arsehole.
"You lie down on the mat, Isaac. I will ride you!" Colin helped the youngster. Then he placed his legs on either side of Isaac's body and lowered his bum until he found the `spear' and penetrated himself on Isaac's iron-hard erection. Clear pre-cum was dripping from Colin's cock down to Isaac's smooth body. Colin smiled when he felt that Isaac was all inside him.
"Let me ride you now, mate!" Colin bent down and for the first time the two kissed. Tongues and lips met in a wild play and the lad who had been rather passive started to fuck him from underneath. The thin cock bottomed again and again.
"Your turn now, Joseph! Let me bend forward. You kneel and give me your cock from behind. And lift your hips, Isaac!" Colin commanded. "And make room for your friend's dick."
Colin yelled when the second cock penetrated him. Even though the two cocks were rather thin, they stretched his sphincter to the limit. The pain was intense, but he managed to lift his hips a bit and both the cocks were inside. The heat started to come back and soon the excitement was pushing him forward.
"Now! Go on, fuck me, guys! Stay inside both of you. Damn, you are crazy!" Colin used his hands to hold Isaac's shoulders tight. Joseph managed well. He placed his hands on Colin's legs and pushed forward. The two lads were breathing heavily and they encouraged each other in a language the linguistic expert did not know.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Isaac's shouting now was very international. He greased up Colin's arse with his boy-cream, but Joseph did not stop. He continued his pounding and went on until he completed the filling of Colin's deep tunnel. Exhausted he withdrew his cock and fell down beside his mate. Colin lifted his body from Isaac's still hard cock. On his knees he gave his own dripping dick some hard jerks.
"I'm cumming, guys. I'm cumming! Take it! Take it!" With a sore howl he spurted. Again a big load left the well-stimulated boy and found way to the glistening black bodies resting on the mat in front of him.
From the security room there was a noise as if somebody fell on the floor.
Colin grinned. "Hope we didn't give Mr Wilkie a heart attack!" he whispered.
Three very satisfied youngsters gave their swimming instructor a high-five and left the pool-area.
"Where do you live, guys?" Colin asked when they reached the campus area.
"We live in Block B, upper floor," Isaac replied.
"The inner room, just up there!" Joseph pointed.
"Which bed do you have, Joseph?" Colin smiled a bright white smile.
"Below the window!" the boy answered.
"If you still can smell some spunk from the mattress, it's mine!" Colin lifted his leg and hurried down the road on the old bike he had `borrowed'.
To be continued
Dear reader.
If you want to read about Colin's first visit to Mr Wilkie's basement, please go to `Colin's New Life' Ð Chapter 25.