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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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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 60 Ê(Bergen - end of summer holiday in France)
"I hope the old men will be happy with my modelling job this summer," Colin said to himself. He had told both Bill and Christian in Stockholm that he planned to slow down with the JustColin modelling shows next season. He had also explained that the Italian/American owners wanted him to become responsible for the recruiting of new teen models for the coming seasons. "Could have been a good job for you two guys," he said to tease his daddy and the editor.
Colin tried to relax in the not-too-comfortable seat on the plane from Stockholm to Bergen. He had been placed in the middle of a row, between a young girl who was deeply engrossed in a book, and a Bergen lady in her seventies who started a one-way conversation with him from the very beginning of the flight. His answers had been uhm' and aye'. He couldn't find a good position. His back and his butt were still sore after the dungeon treatment the night before, but he was happy that he had taken over the stage from the loud Swedes. He grinned even now when he thought of their expressions when he had spunked on them. He had tried to warn them about his yellow shower, but some of the other men had talked them into to staying up front.
"What are you going to do in Bergen, young man?" The lady asked after a long speech about the city where she was born and raised.
"Pardon, madam?" Colin hadn't been listening. He had been looking out at the green Norwegian forests and seeing the landscape change into glistening snow and glaciers.
"I wonder what you will do in beautiful Bergen?" The lady repeated herself.
"I will stay in bed with my boyfriend all week, madam!" Colin answered without emotion. It was like a fist hit the lady's face. The girl on his right covered her face with the book but she couldn't hide her laugh.
Nothing more was said until the plane landed at Flesland airport.
"How many eggs do you guys want for breakfast?" A tall, slim youngster was preparing breakfast in the combined bedroom and kitchen in the small student apartment in the old part of Bergen. Both Colin and Olav looked up from under the huge duvet in the old-fashioned four-poster bed.
"Is it morning already?" Olav pulled aside the curtain that gave the bed some privacy.
"I don't know what you call it but we've passed twelve!" The youngster put grilled bacon on three plates.
"Fuck!" was Olav's only response. He and Colin had more or less been in bed since Colin arrived the previous afternoon. They had tried all the sex games two bottom-guys with not too much backdoor-fucking experience could do. They had stripped each other, sucked each other off, soaked each other in golden liquid in the old-fashioned bathroom, and Olav had performed all his love-songs for his piss-brother.
"When did you get in?" Olav asked. He was about to stick his naked legs out from the bed.
"My girlfriend kicked me out at seven. She wasn't in the mood for a morning fuck!" The youngster grinned. "Think you two were into some morning fun though. I heard some heavy thrusting when I arrived!"
"Have you fucked me this morning, Colin love? You're not allowed to fuck a sleeping person, you know." Olav put an arm around a very tired-looking Colin with his dark curls wildly spread.
"But I have written permission!" Colin grinned. "Show the guy your back, bro!" He pushed Olav onto the floor. The naked boy turned around. Fuck me 24/7 was written in black across his back.
"Two eggs for me, and three for my piss-brother!" Olav placed a hand around his tiny erection.
"Shouldn't have taken those last beers. I need to piss all the time!" Olav hurried into the bathroom.
"I'm Colin. Maybe you have heard about me. You are the new roomy, I understand?" Colin gave the lad his hand while he, like a schoolboy, tried to cover his balls and cock with his other hand.
"Yeah, I'm Roger. Not so new anymore. "We have shared the room for half a year now, since Helge moved out. And I love the little one - very much!" Roger turned the eggs in the frying pan.
"Love? You just talked about a girlfriend. And my piss-brother isn't into that business as far as I know." Colin scratched his balls. He liked this tall youngster, even if he missed Olav's previous roomy who had been a great fuck-buddy too until he was captured by a lady.
"It's just a bromance, Colin, but I'm very fond of him," Roger said.
"And I love your breakfast." Olav was back with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hurry up, Colin. I could eat a horse. No need to dress as we will be going back to bed, won't we?"
"Of course, bro. I'm still horny!" Colin showed off his erection.
"I have tickets for the rock concert tonight like you asked for, Olav." Roger placed the plates on the huge table in front of the window. From the breakfast table the lads had a great view of the fish-market and the harbour.
Two hours later and the young lovers were awake after a short breakfast rest and some playful 69 action.
Now Olav placed Colin with his back to some huge cushions before he blindfolded him with a dark scarf.
"Why are you blindfolding me, bro?" Colin did not turn away, and did not protest.
"Guess?" Olav answered. "I have a surprise for you." From the shelf that surrounded the bed he looked through a lot of items and then handed Colin a small cloth bag. "Open up and tell me what you find!" Olav was excited.
Colin pulled out a very realistic dildo, then another one and finally a replica of a huge cock.
"You know all these, bro. They have all fucked you. Tell me what your hands tell you!"
Colin grinned. He knew them all, but Olav wanted some show, so okay. "No cut cock I think, so Kenny's dick isn't here. You have probably worn it out! This must be Daddy's beauty!" Colin put a dildo into his mouth.
"And this one fucked the shit out of me recently. It's Kasim, the stallion. You must have him soon, bro. You will never regret it."
"And dear piss-brother, I didn't know you had your uncle's cock here. My dear professor who left us for fresh African meat. Such a shame!" Colin licked the pink copy of professor Thor's 26 cm (10.25 inch) beauty.
Olav laughed. "You guessed them all correctly. I want you to decide which one I should take."
"Turn around and show me your cute little arse then." Colin lifted the blindfold off and dived into the very clean and very smooth arsecrack. The cocksucker from Scotland was a great rimmer too, and soon Olav was ready for both tongue and fingers. He had been fucked by Colin's tiny equipment, but this was different.
"I'll give you my Daddy, bro. We could have set up a webcam for him, but no time now." Colin greased up the dildo with plenty of lube and placed a large amount inside the boy-cunt also.
"Open up, baby! Dad is on his way." Colin placed the cockhead just outside Olav's entrance. Then he just rammed the cock to the bottom in one single thrust. Olav screamed as if he was hit by a knife. Colin rested. He found Olav's erection, wet with pre-cum. The boy was okay. Colin collected some spit and even found some of his own cock-slime and fed Olav his fingers. The Norwegian sucked them like a young calf.
After some minutes of fucking, Colin was far from happy. The job with the dildo gave him little satisfaction. "Sit up with the cock inside you and make me ready. I want the "Pharaoh" cock. Your uncle is currently in Egypt, isn't he?"
Olav was not an oral expert like Colin but he opened his friend with a tongue like a snake's attack.
Colin moaned in lust and pain when Olav tried to fist him with a small hand formed like a bird's beak.
"Don't destroy me, bro. Don't make me look like an old pussy!" Colin shouted. "Let Thor fuck me now. I miss him a lot!"
Olav cupped and then kneaded Colin's golden globes before licking the pink stripes. Colin was on all fours now and he wiggled his butt in invitation. The well-greased rubber cockhead broke through Colin's sphincter. A short cry made Olav pause. Carefully, he went on and on until the whole 26 cm replica was all inside. Olav found Colin's cock and wanked him hard while he fucked the Scot with the copy of his uncle's cock.
"You guys don't look comfortable!" Roger was standing beside the bed dressed in baggy training gear. "I think you need some assistance. Put your legs on the floor and lie down side by side. Try to keep those big ones inside!" The 190 cm (6ft 3in) tall roomy who had talked about bromance earlier took control and neither of the piss-brothers protested. They did however roll partly out of bed.
Roger grinned when he fucked the two who were side by side in bed. And the bottom guys were very pleased by the treatment. The top guy moved from one rubber cock to the other and both guys whined and moaned at the sudden changes. The two kissed each other with great intensity and used their free hands to caress each other.
"Try missionary!" Roger commanded. "On your back Colin, and move on top of him, Olav. I'll double-fuck you with these monster cocks."
Two dripping cocks met while Roger double-fucked the two open arses. He understood that they were getting close to the edge so he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "Damn, crazyÉI'mÉI'm..."
"Wait, wait, wait!" was all Olav managed, but too late. Colin spunked off and splattered the boy above him with white boy-milk. At the same time, Colin scratched Olav's back and bum. The red stripes were almost like Colin's. The Bergen piss-brother screamed from pain and orgasm and added to Colin's spunk, but with a piss-like pumping shower. The two guys fighting lips ended the orgasm.
Roger let the two cock-replicas stay all inside. "You can look after yourselves now, ladies!" Roger grinned.
Colin managed to check out the guy before he turned away. Roger had a tent in his baggy shorts and it was clear to Colin that there was a monster inside.
"You want me to suck you off?" Colin shouted. The cocksucker was used to giving back service after good treatment.
"No, thank you. Better not. I have some porn waiting, and I love a hard hand-driver!" Roger went to his own bed placed just behind a sort of half-wall in the same room.
"I love you, bro!" Colin still had arms tight around his Norwegian piss-brother. Olav answered with his lips and tongue and almost mouth-fucked his young lover.
Hellbillies' was the strange name of the Norwegian band. "Rock concert - yes, rock okay - but more folk rock," Colin thought. He was in the middle of a crazy audience, and guessed there were three thousand in the main Bergen football stadium. Brann' was the Norwegian name of the stadium, which means `Fire' in English. Colin knew that. And it was really alight here Ð with shouting, dancing and beer drinking. And everybody seemed to know all the songs. Olav - Colin looked at him with a big grin - sang more than many of the guys around him. And Colin was happy. He was out with a boyfriend. From time to time they hugged, even kissed lightly, and nobody seemed to bother.
Colin looked around. "Not only youngsters. All ages here," he thought.
His eyes fell on two hunks in their late thirties, or maybe early forties, not singing, but silently drinking beer, while their girlfriends behaved rather crazy in front of them. Colin found one of the hunk's eyes and lifted his beer. The guy answered by lifting his bottle and sent the Scot a bright smile, while he used an elbow on his friend's back. The other man turned, found Colin's eyes, and lifted his beer-bottle too. The music suddenly changed and the girls were around the hunks' necks. They obviously wanted to dance. Colin missed the brief contact.
Two o'clock in the morning and Colin and Olav were heading `home' hand in hand.
"Who were the guys you flirted with?" Olav asked.
"You mean the two hunks with the very intense girls? Don't know! I heard them shouting to the Norwegian-speaking girls in English, but in a strange accent," Colin squeezed Olav's hand and put his head on his shoulder.
"When did you start flirting with girls? Not only hunks on your menu tonight." Olav had more questions.
"You mean the crazy chicks - they were all around. I'm not interested in girls, of course, but behind a horny chick there's nearly always a guy - often a very hot one!" Colin stopped in the shadows at the bus station and hugged his buddy.
"So you think one of those guys would chose you over his girlfriend? Conceited, bro?" Olav kissed Colin tight and hot.
"You never know. One day a big-cocked guy will chose a tight boy-pussy instead of a sloppy cunt." Colin had one hand inside Olav's denim jeans. The boy had no underwear so Colin's fingers had easy access to his entrance.
"Let's go home and see if Roger is still awake."
"Don't even try!" Olav said as he hurried in front. "Roger is no Kenny."
"But you have seen his tool, impressive, eh. Don't tell me you haven't wanked having him in your thoughts!" Colin hurried after his piss-brother. The thought both of Roger and Kenny made him rock-hard. He tried to adjust himself in his tight jeans.
"I want my favourite bun!" Colin said. He was out walking with Olav. They had just crossed the fish market the next morning. "The one with sugar and cinnamon."
"The cafe on the other side of the harbour. Follow me." Olav hurried in front. They turned a corner and the two bumped into the hunks from last night.
"Sorry, guys. We were rushing and not looking properly." Colin felt ashamed when one of the men had to place both hands on his shoulders to protect himself.
"Hot concert last night!" the other man said to Olav. "And you knew all the songs!"
"Didn't you?" Colin asked. He wanted attention.
"No, we are not Norwegian, but we work hereÉin the oil business. We are from Bratislava. Two weeks off the job now," one man said.
"Czech hunks are the best!" Colin suddenly said.
"Maybe, but we don't know many of them. We are Slovakian, you know!" The man grinned and Colin blushed and felt very stupid.
"Follow us to the swimming pool, and you may see if we are buyable!" The tallest dark guy teased Colin while he gave him his hand.
"I'm Karol with K," he said, "and my little-brother here is Marek. He has just reached puberty. Well, he's not my real brother, but..."
"You have already bumped into Colin, and I'm his boyfriend, Olav. I live here in Bergen." Olav was uncertain about this meeting, but he could tell that Colin was very excited about seeing the pair again.
"We saw yesterday that youÉhadÉa specialÉ relationship." Karol was the speaker, but he searched for words now.
"Aye, we are lovers!" Colin said. "Will be nice to have a swim with you guys, but we need coffee and some sweets first. Three o'clock - okay?"
Karol looked at Marek who nodded and smiled.
"See you around. Enjoy your coffee!" Karol gave Colin a light touch on his naked upper arm.
The two youngsters entered the very modern swimming pool dressed in the smallest possible red speedos. Both of them made a sort of tour around the main pool looking for the guys they were to meet.
Colin was quite happy for the attention they received from onlookers around the pool. Olav smiled. "You said you wanted to slow down active modelling, but you love every second of it, don't you?"
"Aye, but I wish I could be naked!" Colin put his thumbs in the narrow waistband as if he was to pull down his swimwear. He flashed the upper part of his arsecrack and grinned at his boyfriend.
"You are crazy, Col. There are kids here, and families. Be careful, the lifesavers are watching." Olav slapped his friend's butt.
"Let's swim now!" Olav went up to the part of the pool that had tracks for training. He dived into the water and tried to impress his Scottish friend who was a much better swimmer than him. Colin followed, but he wasn't in a competing mood this afternoon. He was just very playful, and wanted to be as close to his boyfriend as possible. They soon ended up in a quieter corner of the pool with four playful hands.
"There they are!" Colin shouted. Karol and Marek waved to the two in the water. Dark tanned upper bodies, almost white legs, Karol with some dark body hair, Marek all smooth. Both looked very fit. Two hard bodies from the North Sea oilfields.
"They need help from JustColin!" Colin grinned. "Not the sexiest swimwear I've seen."
The dark blue boxer-type swimwear was not newest fashion, but the bulges were very obvious. The two jumped into the pool beside the boys and got a whistle and a pointing finger from one of the lifeguards.
`No jumping!" The sign on the wall was very clear. The men didn't seem to care. Minutes later it as if the four had known each other for ages, and underwater hands made all necessary inspections during the next hour.
"You are damn horny, Kiddo." Karol had his fist around Colin's erection. He had helped the man to lower the already low-cut bikini.
"Two of a kind." Colin treaded the water. "Why you call me Kiddo?"
"You look like my son, and that's my nickname for him. Embarrassed?" Karol placed both hands on Colin's naked buttocks.
"No, I like it. My fuck-buddy calls me that?" Colin quickly pulled up his swimwear. A lifeguard was approaching.
"But you just told me you live with a man who is sixty. Telling jokes, are you? What about the young one then?" Karol pointed at Olav who just now sat on Marek's shoulders and played with his hair.
Colin was about to give the foreigner a short `family report' but was interrupted by two screaming ladies passing by.
"Think you have some sexy company arriving, Karol. Nice to meet you, take care of your kiddo." Colin waved for Olav who a bit unwillingly left the pool and joined him on the way to the changing room. Again those chicks had destroyed his plans.
"You liked him, Olav?" Colin stripped naked. "He played with your cock, didn't he?"
"Just teasing. He's too old for me, you know!" Colin's naked piss-brother knew very well his friend's preferences. Olav couldn't afford to be that selective.
"We fuck in the cubicle or at home?" Colin asked. "We could put on a new show for Roger."
Olav just rolled his eyes. A bunch of very young boys entered the changing room. The two friends found it wise to hide their boners and get dressed.
"I have to meet up with my lady or she will kill me. You have some plans, Colin?" Roger was lying on his bed shirtless and barefoot in front of a TV-screen. Colin was lying beside him in baggy shorts. The two had played a heavy war-game for the last two hours having found a common entertainment far from sex. Olav was out both for the evening and part of the night. His student union had a summer season party and he was in the service group.
"Olav told me that the only gay bar in Bergen is running again. Do you know where it is?" Colin switched off the play console and placed a hand on Roger's erect nipple. Colin had seen the guy's great nipples and had had some dreams until the war-game took all his attention.
"Yes, it opened again last winter. It's behind the huge hotel in the centre - easy to find. You want to go? I've heard there are mostly old men there." Roger scratched his balls.
"Students go to mixed places these days, you know. And compared to the cities around Europe, Bergen is a village."
Roger closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "You'd better stop that nipple-play or I will cum in my pants." The lad was breathing faster.
"Could be fun if it happened, couldn't it?" Colin pulled his hand away and tried to hide his own tenting.
"Might have to tell the chick a story then, but she's not very openminded. Very fuckable though!" Roger stood up. He pulled down his shorts to dress properly and he didn't turn away. Colin had for some seconds the possibility to admire Olav's room-mate's half-hard cock and thought it was a beauty.
"I envy his chick!" Colin thought and left the straight boy free to dress up in private.
For the first time in weeks, Colin was cruising. He crossed the big park, found the bar, but went up and down the street like a newcomer. Not a typical gay bar. You had a view inside from the street, but the windows were partly blurred.
It had been some time since Colin had been in this position. He was nervous, but the time in bed beside Roger had made him horny. And Roger had spoken about `old men'. An old-fashioned bell above the door gave a signal when he entered the room. Eight to ten men turned to look at the arriving youngster.
Colin went up to the bar where a nice man in his sixties welcomed him. "New in town?" The man smiled. Colin smiled back. He liked the man.
"A local beer on the house?" He found a glass and started to fill up a Hansa beer from the tap without waiting for an answer. Colin looked around. One man in his fifties pushed the buttons on the old-fashioned juke-box. Dancing Queen' was the choice. The man winked at him and smiled. This time Colin was not provoked about the queen' label. In a way he felt like a queen in the middle of all these mature men. Crazy, but he was in the mood for a strip show, but of course this was not the time or the place.
Colin's thoughts were disturbed by another ring of the bell at the door. Two younger men entered. Karol and Marek entered the gay bar and joined Colin, both with big smiles.
"I guess you think we are following you, Kiddo," Karol said. "Stalking even!"
"Aren't you?" Colin was uncertain what to say. He didn't believe gay bars were these men's normal evening locations.
"We saw you crossing the park," Marek explained. "Are you alone? Is the cute Bergen guy not with you?"
"Disappointed?" Colin winked and Marek blushed as if he had said something wrong.
"Please give these guys a beer!" Colin said as he turned to the barman.
"You want to have the beer here or do you want the room upstairs like last week?" The man looked at the narrow stairs by the bar.
"So my dear hunks, you are into this business. I thought yesterday the chicks were your masters." Colin placed a hand on Marek's lower arm.
"We will take the beer to the loft," Marek said. "I think Colin here is curious! Don't tell the ladies we are here, my friend." He looked at the barman and collected the beers.
"You had chicks up here last week?" Colin asked. The room looked like a cheap whore-house in red and black. The only furniture was two lacquer sofas and a tiny `stage', one square metre only.
"This suits us well!" Karol found a seat in the red sofa and almost commanded Marek to sit beside him.
"Sorry your friend isn't here," Karol went on. "He told Marek in the pool that you both are great suckers."
"And he was hard all the time, fucking against my body. Hot guy!" Marek lifted his glass and almost emptied it.
"Aye, he told me you finger-fucked him, Marek. Tonight though you have to make do with me, both of you. I have served two hunks before, so don't quarrel!" Colin went up onto the small stage.
"I'm in the mood for a strip tonight - and there's hot music from below! Any objections?"
Colin didn't wait for an answer, and he looked at the two men who were sitting with their legs widespread with some interest while he pulled off his shoes and socks. The t-shirt was soon gone and Colin used it as a helicopter above the head before he threw it to Marek.
Marek put the shirt in front of his nose and mouth with a very dirty gesture.
"More?" Colin closed his eyes while he squeezed his own nipples until they looked like red berries.
"Stop teasing. Show us the stiffy from the pool!" Karol used a hand to adjust his bulge and spread his legs even more.
Colin turned his butt to the small audience and pulled down the tight summer jeans. He wiggled his hips and showed off his naked buttocks. The golden string was almost invisible and when he bowed the hairless dark pink love entrance was like an inviting shadow.
"Open up!" Karol shouted.
"Be quiet, idiot! Don't spoil the show." Marek used an elbow on his friend.
Colin did not react. He folded the jeans like a scarf and fucked himself between the legs from back to front. The golden pouch had two clearly visible wet spots and his erection fought for freedom inside the tiny item. Colin was in a teasing mood, and he was really horny.
"Let me try these hunks and see how straight they are?" Colin thought. It wasn't the first time he tried to push borders.
"Okay, guys. I guess you both want to fuck me, right?" Colin used his thumbs to pull down his last piece of clothing. His dripping erection was like a red carrot after the heavy pressure. He placed the string in front of his mouth and licked it while he used a hand to collect the dripping pre-cum. Now he threw the wet underwear to Karol.
"I want to master you for a while first. It makes me dripping wet to see straight men have sex with each other!" Colin sneered. "Kiss each other now!"
"But we neverÉ" Marek protested.
"I don't give a damn what you have or haven't done. Some new experiences are good, so go on!" Colin gave his own cock some slow wanks. The two guys' lips just touched each other.
"You think I'm joking? Open your mouths and use your lips and tongues. Let me see you like you were with the chicks last week!"
Colin loved the sight of the two men eating each other out and noticed how their two bulges grew.
"Strip each other now - completely. I want to see you naked and ready. Go on before I jerk myself to orgasm. It would be a pity to cum without pleasuring you first, eh?" Colin went over to the guys on the sofa and started to help them strip. Minutes later the two presented their naked bodies, both hard, both sweating nervously.
Colin looked at the bodies and the cocks. Karol hairy and Marek smooth - both with shaved balls, but wild bushes.
"Two nice cocks!" Colin commented. "Both rather thin, but long. Interesting!" The last he just whispered.
Colin was pleased to see two cocks he could handle. Karol had the plum-like cockhead that he had displayed through his wet swimwear earlier that day.
"Stand up and dock those beauties. Not the first time you have a dual jerk, I'm sure. Don't tell me lies; mates always measure cocks." Colin pushed the two guys together and made them wank each other. To Colin's delight, the two again kissed deeply without any new orders. He concentrated his work on the guys' nipples and was pleased when he heard the two moan. He felt the two hard bodies shiver.
Colin suddenly knelt and without warning he managed to take both cocks inside his mouth. An intense blowjob followed. Colin used his hands to squeeze the buttocks and push the bodies closer. He also tried to find the entrances inside the tight hair, but the two were extremely tight. "No time for rimming!" Colin thought.
"Let's fuck now, guys. I think you are hot enough. You prepare me now. I want a cock in my mouth and a wet tongue inside my cunt. Lick me like you would have done with the ones you had here last week." Colin went up to the black sofa, spread his legs and opened his arse.
No doubt the two had mouth-fucked and licked cunt earlier. Colin was about to cum more than once, but managed to hold back each time.
"Any lube around? I think I saw some by the entrance." Colin found the tube and greased up the two cocks before he used three fingers inside his boy-cunt.
"First one?" Colin looked around.
"Let meÉ" Both answered.
Colin smiled. He had planned this since he saw the naked cocks.
"Okay!" he said. "You may fuck me at the same time, both of you, but don't split me. Be nice guys, okay? Lie down, Karol, and I'll ride you." Colin helped the tall man to lie on his back, then he placed his legs on either side of Karol's hips and lowered himself down until the plum-like cockhead docked in his cunt. Some light pressure and Karol was all inside. Colin made some fucking movements to be sure he was well prepared. He then bent his upper body foreword and kissed the guy.
"Your turn, Marek. Fuck me, and fuck your mate as well. Think I have room for you both!" Colin tried to relax when Marek tried to push his rock-hard cock inside. Some real pain made Colin scream, and he screamed again, but now in joy when the second cock was all inside him.
"You hurt, Kiddo?" Karol saw the tears dripping from Colin's eyes.
"No, no, just go on both of you. I'm yours now. Sorry for me bossing you. Treat me like your chicks. Please make me cum, and please feed me the man-milk from your bull-ballsÉahh, ahh, yeah, yeah!" Colin cried when Marek dived deep and pressed his cock against his mate's cockhead.
The men took command, and Colin was fucked harder than ever before this summer. Two cocks pumped him again and again. Suddenly one rested and the other poked him with his spear, then both were back again and Colin could hardly move.
"Are you pissing on me, Kiddo?" Karol asked. He was wet all over his belly. "Or have you cum already?"
Colin didn't answer. The pressure on his prostate had made him leak pre-cum all over the man's belly.
"I'mÉI'mÉ!" Marek's cock grew even harder and the man used his fingers to squeeze Colin's nipples.
"I am too!" Colin shouted. "Cumming, cumming!" He lifted his body a bit and started a hands-free shooting of spunk all over Karol's body. At the same time Marek screamed like a hunted animal and pressed his pumping cock as deep into Colin as possible.
"Take it! Take it! All of it, boy." Karol lifted his body from the sofa and Colin could feel the second round of man-milk filling him up.
Two straight guys and a young Scottish slut had served each other joy and jizz in the west Norwegian capital.
Colin could hardly walk down to Olav's flat. After the threesome the group had tried all possible combinations and Colin could tell his dad in a phone call later that night that his theory was correct. There are no real straight men!
Colin was standing by the door when the train arrived the station, anxious to see if his dad was there waiting for him. He was one huge grin when he saw that Bill was accompanied by his Arab friend Kasim's three nephews.
The heat met him when he hurried across the platform - a real difference from the cold heavy rain in Bergen that same morning.
"Hey, guys!" Colin dropped his luggage and waved with both hands. "Good to see you all, but what has happened to you, Junior?" Colin looked at the youngest boy, now a teenager, and now the tallest of the three boys waiting for him.
"I haven't changed - just grown a bit!" The youngster blushed. Colin hugged the three. Habib - the oldest - Colin's same size and age, held him very tight. Caid - two years younger - with a more western looking style, was shyer, but met Colin with kisses on both cheeks. Kasim Jr hugged Colin too. Colin grinned when he felt the youngster's hard bulge through the baggy football-shorts.
"How are you, Dad? Not missed me, I guess!" Colin hugged Bill tight.
"Happy days in Bergen, I understand!" Bill wanted to take care of the luggage, but it was already taken by Junior who carried the two bags like a bodybuilder who wanted to show his strength.
"Very happy days! Greetings from Olav. He was so pleased by the call from you - and you solved a big problem for him by inviting him to stay with you while I'm in Iceland." Colin put a hand on Bill's arm.
"You want some ice cream, guys? Very hot today. Please, buy one for me and one for Colin as well!" Bill handed Caid a note. The three, in their baggy football gear, hurried inside the station building.
"Wow, I guess you have been busy, Dad. I could have stayed some more days in Bergen." Colin pinched Bill's buttock. "You been in bed with all of them, haven't you? And the new sexy youngster, eh?" Colin played with Bill's butt.
Bill coughed and blushed. "What do you think? Jealous, maybe?"
"I think you have repeated the show from last year and added the new sex athlete. He was hard just now as well!"
"He's always hard!" Bill opened the back door on the transporter and placed Colin's luggage inside. The Arab guys were back with a selection of ice creams.
Bill laughed when he watched his four `kids' with ice cream all over themselves. "Clean up before you enter Reynard's new car! Use the fountain!" Bill pointed.
The trip to the farm was a joy. They were teasing and joking and Bill was happy for his young company. "You have a wet spot on your shorts, lad? Can't you wait?" Bill whispered to Colin.
"I was thinking of the double fuck with you and Caid last year. You totally filled me, remember?" Colin placed a hand on Bill's upper leg. "MaybeÉ" He turned to look at the three in the back seat. Habib and Caid almost squashed the youngster sitting in the middle.
"Kasim and Mr Reynard have gone with Pierre to the village, but they will be back for supper. You care to cool down in the pool before I take you to the log-house?" Bill drove up in front of the estate's main building and stopped by the stairs.
Without comments, but with some whining and shouting, the four hurried upstairs, crossed the patio and the lawns, and headed for the huge pool!
"Last one in the water is a nerd!" Colin shouted. He had undressed from his travel gear during the run. The other three had two items of clothing each so they were naked in seconds. Two dark Arab boys, and one with a bit lighter skin followed the naked Colin into the water. There were no nerds around. Four human bombs hit the water!
Bill followed, his arms filled with clothes and shoes, and found a relaxing seat by the pool. He watched the youngsters jumping, diving and swimming.
Colin had still light visible marks from the whip in Sweden. Bill wasn't happy when he saw that. But he smiled when he compared Colin and Habib, his small-cocked sweethearts, same size, both happy for sex with grown up men.
He had to correct his own bulge when he watched Caid, just eighteen, with a man-cock like himself, straight according to his words, but easy to please in bed.
The last one, Kasim Jr, who up till now had been like a kid to him, had been wild between the bedsheets this summer. The fourteen and a half year old teenager with a constant hard-on was truly as gay as his uncle, but his straight brother said he fucked any hole around.
"Come on, Dad. Don't be a nerd! Play with us, please!" Colin lifted his body from the pool, went up to Bill and started to undress him. Partly undressed, Bill went to the diving board still dressed in his black boxer shorts.
"Are you shy, Uncle Bill?" Junior shouted.
"Kasim would kill you if you wore cotton stuff in the pool!" Colin shouted too.
"ButÉ." Bill looked a bit worried at Colin.
"Dad, you have been naked with us for years. Don't hide that monster boner!" Colin was teasing.
Slowly, like a real stripteaser, Bill pulled down his underwear. His huge cock was like a pole in the sunshine. As a part of the show he used a hand to pull back his foreskin and slapped the stiff cock. Then he lifted his arms.
"Satisfied, voyeurs?" The sixty year old athlete made a superb start dive into the water.
Half an hour later, after young fun in the water - herd climbing, tunnels and all kind of touching - Bill found a towel and lay down on a lounger. He was still half-hard and still horny. When the four boys came up to him, he saw that all of them were aroused. Bill's cock grew to his 24 cm (9.5 inches) without any touching.
Caid was the first to fall down on his knees and place a hand on Bill's cock-root. Habib knelt on the other side and found Bill's cock with his warm lips. Bill moaned in pleasure, then looked around. With one hand he cupped Colin's balls. With the other hand, he found Kasim Jr's 16 cm (6 inch plus) teen-cock and wanked the cut arrow.
"Let Colin suck you, Junior. That's what you really want, I know, and kneel, Colin. Let me lick your balls and your arse.
Colin gave Bill his arse while the youngster knelt in front of him and gave him his cock. Colin placed his hands on the boy's round globes and pulled him close. The cock, wet from the pool, and wet with dripping pre-cum, went deep inside Colin's mouth and throat.
At the other end of the lounger, Caid and Habib took turns sucking Bill's balls and cock, and from time to time they also chewed and licked his nipples and his navel.
From the sounds in front, Colin understood that Junior was about to cum. He pushed the boy backwards. "Give it to my dad!" he whispered, but too late. The teenager sprayed his boy-milk all over Colin's upper body and Bill's face.
"Lick me, Junior, please. I'm close too!" Colin's eyes were wild and his whole body was trembling from Bill's tongue-work.
Reynard, back from the village and now on the patio by the house, had found his camera and put on a long-distance lens. He used a finger on his lips to hold Kasim back. "A hot human sculpture, don't disturb," he whispered and started to shoot the scene by the pool.
Colin was the one to feed his young friend now. With a yelp, he filled Junior's mouth with spunk. The boy had taken care of boy-milk before, but Colin's amount this day was too much. Cum dripped from both corners of his mouth.
"Damn slutty!" Colin whispered and kissed the youngster and licked his own seed from the boy's lips.
Colin had trouble seeing everything that happened, but he heard from his dad underneath that he was next to reach a wet orgasm too. He turned around and could watch Habib and Caid wank the huge spear with double hands while they played with their own stiff dicks.
Three simultaneous orgasms filled the air by shooting man-cream. Bill's own body was drenched in his own man-milk, supplemented by Habib's young white spots and Caid's piss-like spreading flow.
Soon afterwards four boys did what they could to clean the man's body, his cock and his balls. "Ready for another swim, Dad?" Colin shouted. Bill was not the last one in the water this time.
"Is there room for one more?" Kasim, the boys' uncle and Colin's stage lover, was standing beside the pool. He had already stripped off his clothes and now he dived in.
Reynard lowered his camera and looked at young Pierre who was his servant and `slave'. "Stop wanking, boy. Please prepare the dinner now!" For once he wasn't harsh when he talked to the young man, who also was Colin's good friend. Pierre withdrew both hands from inside his white summer jeans.
"But first, bring fresh towels for the guys down there and tell Colin that I wish him welcome back!" Reynard was excited too and hoped he had some good photo shots.
"What did Reynard say?" Bill asked when he and Colin drove the car across the landscape to their new summerhouse.
"He told me the Scandinavians were happy for our visit. He said a new office would be established in Sweden covering Northern Europe. And he asked me to sleep with him one night before London." Colin talked as if this last part was just business too.
"And what did you say?" Bill sounded a bit worried.
"I said, of course, but I also said no needles this time." Colin placed his head on Bill's shoulders.
"Forget about Reynard now, Daddy. For 24 hours I want you to make love to me - just the two of us!"
"Approved, son." Bill stopped the car in front of the beautifully renovated `cottage'.
Bill clapped his hands and asked for attention. Their French house was filled with guests for an open house reception. Reynard's supply of wines had created a very happy atmosphere. "Three reasons for this party," he began. "We wanted to show you our new house. Great, isn't it?" Applause and cheering followed.
"The second reason - we want to thank Castro for his company. We know he's leaving for Argentina and his new farm. Thanks from both Colin and me."
Colin hurried forward and hugged the tall South American horseman.
"And we are pleased to welcome Ribera - Castro's nephew who will now be responsible for the horse farm on this estate. Mr Reynard will of course welcome him formally, but I have agreed that Mr Ribera can use this house until his new accommodation is ready."
"The third reason for the party is almost a secret. We will reopen the barn across the yard. It was to be pulled down, but now it's renovated for a new function. Take another drink, gentlemen and then we will gather outside."
Bill lifted his glass and ended his little speech in quite good French.
"Colin and Castro - you prepare for us, please!" Bill smiled at the odd couple in the front row. The two hurried out.
Torches lit the way to the barn where the double doors were still closed. Bill and Kasim opened the two doors to the room inside, more brightly lit than a normal barn. Colin was hanging in chains in the middle of the room, blindfolded and dressed in white. Castro was shirtless. He was standing next to the boy. His upper body was oiled - shining in the bright light.
The barn had only one piece of `furniture'. The old dark wooden pillory was standing on the stone floor. The walls were covered with all sorts of equipment both for farming and horse-care.
"Colin will consecrate this room in his special way, gentlemen, and Castro will give him some special service." Bill was standing next to the pillory with Kasim by his side.
"You think this youngster is a bit too overdressed tonight?" Castro looked around and received agreement in unison. The man walked to the wall and found a pair of sheep-shears. He cut the front of Colin's white t-shirt and then just ripped it off. The tanned body looked great even with the arms stretched upwards. The baggy white trousers were the next to be removed. Castro used the pulley. Colin was now hanging with his feet free from the floor.
"Still overdressed, wouldn't you say?" Again Castro addressed the viewers.
"He's damn horny! Help the poor kid!" one man shouted.
"You want me naked, doctor? You will have it!" Colin thought. He had been treated in different ways by the village doctor before and knew the man's hoarse voice.
The scissors did the work. In a very rough way Colin was freed from his - for once - baggy boxers. His cock was as stiff as ever and Castro adjusted the little one by pulling Colin's ballsack down and displaying the youngster's full glans.
Colin moaned at the treatment and Castro answered by pulling off Colin's blindfold.
"My dad wants to punish me!" Colin shouted. "He's jealous because this cowboy taught me some dirty business! Now he has asked Castro to do the punishment. Dads can be strange, you know!" Colin grinned. "Prepare me now, Cowboy!"
Castro lowered the chains and freed Colin from the cuffs, then he forced him to the pillory and made him kneel. His hands and neck were locked in the old wood. The position made Colin spread his legs. The onlookers could study the globes, the crack and the dark pink puckered entrance.
"Which tool, Colin?" Castro was by the wall filled with whips.
"Your choice, Master!" Colin said in a loud whisper.
The audience moaned as one when Castro pulled down from the wall the worst equipment seen, the bull-whip. Everybody knew that a single hit could do heavy damage on a young body. Very few knew that Castro was a champion at home, and very few had seen him perform here in France.
Castro asked for silence, and then he asked for the audience to stand by the walls. The sound when Castro hit was like a bullet, and the scream from Colin was his best theatrical sound. Colin heard the bullet-sound and he felt the air-pressure, but he was never hit. The punishment was done. Both Castro and Colin were sweating when the huge man went up and comforted the young body with open hands.
"A nightcap inside, gentlemen! Castro will take care of Colin." Bill used his hand to show the guests to the door.
"Yes, yes, please, all the way all the way. Do it, I want it for the last time, but I'll see you in Argentina one day, okay? Go on. Let me cum, yes, yes, all the way. Just stay calm, let me recover." Colin had Castro's 30 cm (12 inch) horse-cock deep inside him.
At the office in the mansion Pierre pushed the delete button. The last thirty minute love scene between Colin and his Argentinian lover was now private. "I'd better take the punishment," Pierre said to himself. Reynard's young servant closed down the camera by pushing the button marked `log barn'.
To be continued.