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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 - STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 62 Ê(Uncle George - Charlie - Tam)
Colin was looking forward to seeing Uncle George. George wasn't his real uncle but the uncle of his friends, twin brothers Boyd and Doug who work as security guards at his university. Despite the age gap, Colin and Uncle George had become close friends. Ê "Tell Uncle George that we love him and we'll be up to see him soon," Doug told Colin as he prepared to drive north from the university on Friday afternoon. Ê "Aye, and we should warn you that you are likely to see our cousin Tam with our uncle," said Boyd. "Uncle George is physically pretty fit but we think he's showing early signs of dementia. Tam is popping in at least once a day to ensure that he's eating properly and looking after himself." Ê "Okay but I can look after Uncle George this weekend," responded Colin. He felt sad for the old man but tried to appear positive for the sake of the twins. Ê *** Ê
Colin hadn't thought much more about Tam until he was near the Highland village where Uncle George lived. He wondered what the man would think of his uncle having a friend sixty years younger than himself. Ê Minutes later Colin drew up outside Uncle George's house. The elderly man opened the door with a huge smile on his face. "Colin, my dear boy!" he said as he hugged Colin. Ê "It's good to see you again, Uncle George. I'm sorry it's been so long so I came to see you," said Colin. Ê "You're here now and that's all that matters." George kissed Colin's lips and Colin felt his little cock begin to stir. "I'd better introduce you to Tam, the Gentle Giant." Ê A very tall man with a ginger beard stepped forward. "Hello, Colin. I've heard a lot about you." Ê Colin decided that Tam must be at least 190 cm (6ft 3in) tall but it was the muscular build that both impressed and slightly scared him. He hoped the Gentle Giant nickname was true before smiling and saying, "Some good things, I hope. Pleased to meet you, Tam." Ê Tam smiled and Colin relaxed. "Some surprising things! When I heard that Uncle George was having sex with a guy barely out of his teens, I was sure you were after his money." Ê "What money? I don't have much," interjected George. Ê Tam ignored the interruption and said, "Then I learned you were a famous model and earning a lot of money. Uncle George is a lovely man and it's natural that you should like him. I just don't understand the sexual attraction. A cute young man like you could have anyone he wants." Ê Colin shook his head. "Age is just a number. Uncle George might be a lot older than me but sex with him has always been great." Ê "Tam here is a big man, a regular winner of tossing the caber events in Highland Games," said George. "However thinking isn't his strong point." Ê "He thinks I'm cute though so he's not always wrong," responded Colin. Ê Tam looked embarrassed and George laughed. "I agree with you there." Ê Tam decided to change the subject. "Uncle George asked me to get the cottage ready for your arrival. It has been cleaned and a fire lit in the living room. I've also got some groceries for you to take with you." Ê "Thanks, Tam. I appreciate that," said Colin. "Ready to come to the cottage for a dirty weekend with me, Uncle George?" Ê George grinned. "You bet!" Ê "I'll pop in tomorrow to check that everything is okay," said Tam. "Phone me if you need anything. My number is listed on Uncle George's mobile."
"No need for you to visit during the weekend, Tam. I'm very thankful for your drive out there today though. The mobile connection out there can be unreliable but I have an emergency app so take it easy. We'll manage like many times before!" Colin winked at George, who did not comment.
Tam nodded. "Okay but I will probably pop in at some point over the weekend." Ê Ê Colin was driving to the secluded cottage where he could relax and have fun with Uncle George when he asked, "Tam called me cute. Is he gay?" Ê "I'm not certain," the man began. "He's forty-two and single. Never been in any long-term relationship. I've seen him with a girl from time to time but I have often wondered if he might be gay." Then George smiled and added, "Why do you want to know? Do you fancy him?" Ê Colin smiled and shook his head. "I'm just curious. Anyway I know I'm going to have lots of sex with you this weekend." Ê "Sex? I thought we were going fishing?" George asked with a straight face. Ê Colin turned and looked at the man, wondering what to say. Ê Then George laughed. "Gotcha! I know the boys think I'm suffering from dementia but don't worry. ÊI forget things from time to time like everyone else but that's all it is. Tam worked in Edinburgh for many years and it's nice to see him regularly now. He lives only two doors down so it takes him no time at all for him to visit." Ê "You're a crafty old man, Uncle George." Colin grinned and looked at his watch. "Fishing or fucking, what comes first?"
"A bit late for fishing, isn't it boy? I know where to find fish in the early mornings, but then we will need an early night for that. Isn't that so?" The old man seemed in very high spirits when he carried bags into the cottage without waiting for Colin who was keen to inspect the washhouse.
"You remember the first time you fucked me? It was on this bench!" Colin sat down beside George who now needed a rest.
"Or to be more correct, you took charge and fucked me!" George grinned. "Take a beer now to celebrate a good weekend!" He handed Colin a bottle.
"We'll start like always, I hope. I have been looking forward to your treatment, Uncle. All of it. Things have been too soft this summer, you know." Colin had a hand on the elderly man's shoulder.
"Aye, never change a good tradition. I'll light the fire then; we need plenty of water. I'll find the buckets." George lifted his bottle, emptied it, and went on his way to the small grey stone-built washhouse.
"Carrying water from the pond is better training than what you do at those indoor gym places. I like to tease the boys about it. They think I'm very old-fashioned!" George grinned and was soon back with two heavy zinc buckets.
Colin could not but smile. `The boys', he thought. The twins are in their forties, neither of them married and both into man-sex themselves.
"They want to use drinking water for washing!" George frowned. "Always care for the well, son." Colin was on his way to the pond just across the yard. He had to admit that the carrying of water from the pond was hard work and he could easily have used the old hand-pump at the well. However he also knew that it wouldn't take long to heat water in the old washhouse. Smoke could already be seen rising from the old chimney.
Colin had changed from his university clothes into his restored Highland dress in Uncle George's house. Now he was standing in front of the old man in the washhouse. Through the one small window, the last rays of sun cast light on the two bodies, George - a bit taller than Colin, but Colin very straight compared with the eighty-two year old gentleman.
"Please undress me, sir. Make me your own laddie, like always." Colin let George remove his woollen sweater and his sports shirt, and then the man took a step backwards as if he was about to look at a piece of art.
"My God, you are like the first time. You still look so innocent!" George winked at Colin. "Just let me believe that, boy!"
Colin smiled and took off the sporran. Then he sat down to get rid of his shoes and the dark grey stockings. First he pulled his sgian-dubh (small, single-edged knife) from his right stocking and handed the knife to Uncle George.
"You want me, Uncle - all of me?" Colin whispered. He was damn, dripping horny. This undressing ceremony in front of the old man was a foreplay better than any other sexual act.
"Aye, show me your young pride!" George used the back of his hand to see clearer when Colin opened the kilt and slowly let it fall. The true Scot was naked underneath and the true hottie was dripping hard. Colin folded the kilt and placed it carefully on a wooden bench. He was proud of this old kilt given to him by the man in front of him now. He adjusted his cock and pulled his foreskin fully behind his cockhead, then he looked at Uncle George and was ready for an inspection. The old man's eyes were not like in his younger days, but his hands provided good compensation.
Colin was a bit uncertain when he saw George draw the sgian-dubh from its sheath. George was very close to him now, and felt the man's excitement. With the pointed end of the knife, the man circled both his nipples. It didn't hurt but gave Colin a feeling beyond heaven, as he later told Kenny. George smiled when he saw a thread of slime dripping from the cock down to the stone floor. He knew his boy's erogenous zones well.
"Lift your arms, please!" George commanded lightly. With the sharp edge of the knife he worked the armpits.
"Still a baby!" he whispered. Colin's body shivered now. He was afraid he would spoil the ceremony with an early orgasm. He tried to think of the new semester and the trip to Iceland, but his brain was focused on the knife.
"Please turn and bend over, love." Uncle George helped Colin to spread his legs.
Colin felt the knife in his arse-crack. "Must be the handle," he thought. Soon the handle stopped outside his entrance. He gasped and opened up. There was a moment of light pain when the knife handle rotated inside him. He moaned and felt a warm hand caressing his round globes.
"Yes, yes, still my young boy, cute, cute!" Uncle George was hardly audible. The comment was meant for himself only.
Without being told, Colin stood up. "May I undress you now, Uncle? I'm so damn horny. You're going to make me cum soon, man."
"Patience, patience, love. You will soon be rewarded. Just show me your beautiful love-stick." George cupped Colin's balls and stretched the skin before he again used the knife. "Smooth, very smooth," he said. Then he turned the knife with its razor-like blade and put it on top of the boy's pubic bone. Colin had not shaved since the London show and there was a dark shadow above his cock, down to his cock-root.
"My boy is a man now, a man, a lovely man!" he whispered for the third time and let the knife follow the pubic bone without cutting any hair. Colin's legs could not hold him straight. He felt the twin testicles swell and feared that he would soon spunk off.
"Okay, baby. Ready for some fun, eh?" Uncle George gave the erection a hard spank with an open hand and the near ejaculation was stopped. It was almost painful, but Colin was happy. He knew the next part.
Without more talk, Colin went to the corner of the washroom and knelt.
"Hands behind your neck, boy!" Uncle George lifted his kilt with one hand and found his fully-grown cock with the other. For a man just over eighty years of age he was impressive.
"Here I come, Colin. Be my golden boy!" The yellow stream started when the man pushed his hips forward. The jet hit the boy's hard-on and then went upwards across the smooth body until he found Colin's open mouth. George was a man of emotions, but also a man of sense, so he did not drench Colin's curly black hair. He was already thinking about the time in the wash-basin behind him. Colin gulped and swallowed and grinned. He was baptised again.
Uncle George was not a man for sucking. He called it modern porn. He liked to deliver a real hard fuck, but now he wanted to taste young Colin's fluid. In only a few seconds the man was almost naked. Then he went up to Colin and lifted him up onto a wooden stool.
"You ready, love? Feed me, please!" The old man opened his mouth ready for what Colin could give him. Colin had prepared well. He had not been in the woods for release since his arrival and he had been happy for the beer. He was still rock-hard, but for him that was just a way of making a show. He had pissed with a hard-on in front of huge audiences, and now he just had to please his loving uncle. The man managed well. Not a drop fell onto his grey shirt, not a single stop in the flow. Colin wanked the last drops into his mouth.
"Easy boy, easy. Spare your milk. The water will be ready for us now. Kids first like in the `good old days'." The man grinned, lifted Colin and carried him to the huge zinc-tub that was filled with warm water.
Almost an hour later the two men were cleaned from top to bottom, soaped and rinsed, and then dried by old-fashioned, rather hard and heavy towels.
"Good for your blood circulation!" George proclaimed when Colin whimpered and giggled at the man's heavy treatment of his cockhead. Colin had no trouble with the blood circulation down there, and was about to be stressed by too much edging. He hoped that the man had a plan.
"Your pyjamas, baby!" Uncle George handed Colin a pair of pyjamas, light blue with printed horses. He had worn them before - up here. The only place he used that type of clothing. George had brought it from home, newly washed and neat ironed. Colin put them on and found them very cosy. There were no buttons in the fly.
"My willy is very happy, Uncle George. He has full freedom, you see!" Colin was in a teasing mode now, and let his semi-hard cock poke through the opening. He grinned when Uncle George put on his long white nightshirt.
"You just need your nightcap, Uncle!" Colin teased.
"Not a joke, city boy. You should have been here when the snow was high and the temperature low. You would be happy to cover both you cock and your head! Come now. I think that little one needs some treatment, eh?" George cupped the cock he had just washed. Then he lifted the boy in his arms and carried him into the well-heated cottage.
"Sex first and food afterwards, orÉ" George whispered. He held his favourite youngster tight in strong arms.
"Yes please, yesÉ" Colin did not let the old man end his suggestion. George sat Colin down in a chair close to the fireplace. Colin smiled when he saw the tenting in the white nightshirt and his own cock was rock-hard again. The strong hairy legs and lower arms told the story of a real man who was now ready for his young lover.
"You look so cute in that baby-outfit!" George smiled. "But I want you in your birthday-suit now. Come here, please." He opened his arms.
Colin stripped off his pyjamas and climbed into the bed beside George. He lay down very close, turned around and gave the man his lips. The kiss was like a mouth-fuck, deep, wet and hard. Colin paused to let the old man breathe. Now he let one hand follow the hairy leg all the way to the balls - a grown up man's hanging balls - hairy, hanging balls. Colin cupped and then pulled them. Uncle George spread his legs and closed his eyes. He was very pleased by the youngster's treatment.
Finally Colin took hold of the 18 cm (7 inch) hard veiny man-cock. The cockhead was wet. George was not a dry old man and he was happy for Colin's playful hands.
"Fuck me now, Uncle George. Fuck me hard, and let me cum. Let me cum again and again. I have plenty of boy-milk stored for you." Colin freed the man of his nightgown and climbed astride the familiar old naked body.
Colin spat on the man's cockhead and used his hand to mix the spit and pre-cum. He reached for the container of Glide, always ready on the shelf above the bed. He used a large amount of gel to lubricate the waiting weapon.
"Ride me, Colin. Let me fuck you like the first time out here. Don't pretend. Just be my baby. Don't cover up, show your raw feelings!" George used both hands and turned Colin around. He spread the boy's arse-cheeks and spat in the crack. With greased old fingers, he penetrated the youngster very directly and very hard. Three slightly trembling fingers stretched the already warmed boy-cunt.
Colin moaned and wiggled his butt. He knew that if the man went on like this he wouldn't last long. He tried to squeeze the fingers with his arse muscles, but in vain. The experienced fucker rotated his fingers and almost killed the prostate. George knew him well and again he stopped before the orgasm arrived. Colin screamed in frustration when the hot fingers left him.
"Your turn, son. Go on now!" He helped Colin to kneel over him. Colin spread his sweating globes and let Uncle George's hard cockhead rest just outside his entrance. Almost before he had started the slow penetration, the man lifted his hips in a single movement and broke through the sphincter. Colin yelled and tears came to his eyes.
"You okay, baby? You are tight as a virgin!" George continued pushing deeper and Colin lowered his body. George's big old cock was all inside.
"I'm fine. It hurts good, hurts damn good. I'm ready, I'm ready." Colin started a slow fuck. He lowered his upper body and met his man with another kiss while he went on riding the cock.
"You're a devil, Uncle George but kind and tough. Make me cum now." Colin lifted his upper body and rested his hands on the man's legs. George took hold of Colin's shoulders and the two met each other in synchronous movements.
"I'm cumming, Uncle. I can't, I can'tÉ Open your mouth, open, openÉ" Colin began a hands-free eruption. His balls had produced spunk for hours now stimulated by the old man's treatment. He used a hand to aim at the open mouth in front of him but hit the wall behind the bed twice, before the managed to hit George's head and body. George slowed down.
"Don't stop, Uncle. Don't stop. Keep me in heaven, keep going!" Colin went on riding the man who did what he could to push up from the bed.
Five minutes and five minutes more. Colin wriggled like a worm and the man stayed hard. Colin lifted his body and used his legs and knees now. He moaned with every thrust, almost roaring. It was far from the nightly silent fuck in the apartment with Kenny. He found his own rock-hard cock now and wanked while he fucked and was fucked. George was still doing his job.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Colin cried with closed eyes. "You are the best, the bestÉI'm cumming, cumming!" Colin shot a new load over the grey-haired body of Uncle George, dots of cream this time. He collected some and licked his own fingers, then he wet George's lips with his white cream.
"You want a rest, Uncle?" Colin whispered.
"Are we here to rest, son? You've done your job, let me do mine!" Uncle George placed Colin on his side and spooned against him. Then he lifted one foot and forced the hard spear back inside the open boy-cunt. No doubt who was fucking who now.
Colin's cock remained stiff but his left leg hurt because of the way Uncle George was holding it. Then George changed his position. Using both hands, he squeezed Colin's nipples. The fingernails pressed painfully into the nubs. His breathing was heavy and he licked the boy's neck. Colin felt the man's cock grow even more, and the intensity in the thrusts increased until he stopped moving. A roar was heard in the small cottage when he came deep inside his young lover, and spurt after spurt filled the love-tunnel.
"Aye, aye, please, please!" Colin sent a clear stream of semen all over the rough blanket. His third orgasm was like a dream. His body was empty.
Minutes later the naked youngster hurried across the yard to the pond. The late summer evening was still light. With a sporty dive, he hit the cold water. "The best fuck this summer!" he thought.
"Hurry up, Colin love! Dinner will soon be ready, and I have another beer for you!" Uncle George dressed in the strangest possible costume Ð a nightgown and a black leather apron - stood waiting at the door.
Colin found a towel in the washroom and was soon inside and dressed up in his pyjamas.
"Haggis, neeps and tatties. I hope you are hungry, love!" Uncle George was about to serve. "Neeps and tatties from my own garden, and haggis from my good friend down the street."
"I could eat a horse, Uncle, and I could even drink whisky, but I think you need that more than me!" He lifted his local beer. He was back in his favourite house in his favourite place on earth.
"You need good footwear, Colin. I'll take you to a pond I don't think you have visited before, but we need to cross some wet land. Coffee?"
Colin rubbed his eyes. It wasn't long after sunrise. Oatmeal porridge, fried eggs and bacon on the table, with homemade bread and jam made with raspberries from the garden too. "Quite a change from France!" Colin thought.
"Yes, please Uncle. I'll take some with milk, thank you!" Colin found the man's body, hugged him tight and kissed him lightly. "You spoil me, Uncle George!"
"Yes I do, but you keep me young, son. Maybe we could visit the wolf-cave on our way back today?" George smiled.
Colin grinned. He had played games with Uncle George in that cave more than once after hearing his local ghost stories.
The forest was silent and the path winded its between the high trees. Colin was almost afraid of his own footsteps. Uncle George in front of him walked like a real hunter, not a sound, not a broken twig. He himself was always aware of the difference when he walked behind the man who had lived his life in these forests.
Nothing was said. From time to time Uncle George stopped and let his eyes follow the shadows, as he pointed out something to his young companion. To his left Colin could see that the sun had reached the huge loch and the green hills behind it.
He looked at his watch, just after six in the morning. He suddenly thought of his room-mate at University. If at home on a normal day he would soon be watching the taller lad, spread out in the bed. He would have followed Kenny's familiar breathing, not snoring, but a sound that made Colin relax. Maybe he would have lifted the thin duvet very carefully and to see his fuckbuddy's growing dick. The light movement and the draught would have caused the beauty to rise to full mast.
Colin woke up from his daydream. He nearly stumbled over a rotten tree root. His own erection was stimulated by the rough kilt. The combination of the cold draught on his naked balls and the stinging heat from his wet cockhead, was like a wank. George stopped and so did Colin who tried to adjust his little bastard.
"We leave the forest now," Uncle George whispered. Colin didn't understand the whispering, but he just nodded and said nothing. They were to cross some wetland. Colin couldn't see any path here, but the old man found the driest parts of the marsh. Colin smiled, even Uncle George made strange sounds with his feet in the wet land. Suddenly George stopped, like he was frozen in a movement. He used a hand to stop Colin. Now the man pointed at the hill in front of them. The sun had just started to light the top.
And there - Colin tried not to breathe - was the biggest red deer he had ever seen. The antlers were huge. The deer watched them coming into his area. Colin used the back of one hand to shade his eyes. When he looked up again, the deer had disappeared.
"The Prince!" George smiled. "He welcomed us." That was the only comment. They went on and soon they were on drier land. In front was the small loch surrounded by groups of trees and small sandy coves.
"We need a dram. Is that a Norwegian word too, professor?" Uncle George was suddenly more joyful and talkative. He found two tin cups which had been a present from Olav on an earlier visit. "Odin's two ravens! Your Bergen friend told me. Here's a fisherman's dram!" Uncle poured whisky from his hip-flask.
"A Norwegian would say `shit fishing!' Colin smiled. "You can't wish a fisherman good luck!" He drank up and the coughed as his eyes filled with tears. A neat whisky in the morning wasn't something he could get used to.
It was early late afternoon. Both Colin and Uncle George were very happy when they returned from the loch. Colin had had some problems with the fishing rod, and the old man had five nice trout in his bag before Colin caught his first. But the youngster, who never let problems stop him, became a master during the day.
"I think you may take some home for your freezer," Colin said. "We can't eat all these today and tomorrow."
"We'll see, son. Tam said he would come by, you remember, and he eats for three." George grinned and stopped at a crossing in the thickest forest. "You know the path to the right?"
"Aye!" Colin swallowed. "The path to the wolf-cave."
"Are you in the mood, baby?" George went up to Colin and let one hand follow the smooth thigh up to the equally smooth balls.
"Always in the mood, sir!" Colin's knees trembled when George squeezed his ballsack.
The cave was like the last time Colin was here - a faint smell of excrement, earth floor and mould. But Colin's feelings were of pure excitement. The last time he was in the wolf cave had been with Svend, his Danish professor from last year.
Colin looked at the rusty hooks high up on the wall. That's where Svend had bound him. Then he looked at the bar near the floor where his legs had been secured. He also remembered Svend saying, "I'll fuck you like a donkey!" Colin had to adjust his cock. He was rock-dripping-hard.
"Please be my boss, Uncle. Treat me hard today. Let's play a rough game, eh? I know I'm not the first youngster you have had here. The `boys', as you call them, told me that you made them real men here."
"Might be, might be, but it was all theatrical!" George smiled. "I remember I told them ghost stories until they almost pissed in their pants."
Uncle George went tight up behind Colin, removed his rucksack, and then he pushed him towards the stony wall. Once there, he lifted Colin's arms. "You want to be secured here in the old prison?"
The man didn't wait for an answer. He used his two scarfs and bound the boy's arms to the hooks. With his own feet he spread Colin's legs and secured them behind the bar. Finally he lifted part of Colin's kilt and secured it to his shoulders. Colin's round globes looked white and inviting in the sparse light.
Now George spat in both hands and played with the bum-cheeks before he spread them and let two old fingers follow the crack. Colin moaned softly and pushed his hips backwards. George concentrated on the entrance and let one finger glide inside. "Still a baby, still a baby!" he whispered almost silently.
Colin felt the heat growing. The too-soft play made him crazy. "More Uncle. Harder, please sir. I'm horny as hell. Let me cum, please." Colin tried to turn his face to George, but he was really bound up.
"Okay laddie, so you're in a hurry, eh? Impatient as always. You are young and you shouldn't hurry, butÉ" He forced three fingers inside, right up to the second knuckle.
"Yeah!" Colin howled as his opening was stretched. "That's it, sir. That's it. Abuse my boy-cunt!"
"Don't spunk on your kilt, son. Give me a signal when you're about to shoot. I want every drop of that medicine, better than any pill." He added a fourth finger. Colin's yelling filled the cave.
"You asked for it, young man. Some more pain maybe!" Uncle George unfastened his leather belt and wrapped the buckle end around his hand.
The first stroke hit one globe, the second hit the other globe and the following ones crossed both white cheeks until the bum was pink all over. Colin moaned, but the old man was just heating him up. He could never do his favourite young lover any real harm.
Again Colin's thoughts went back to his last visit here. Professor Svend had not been that light with his strokes, and his cock was the fattest Colin had ever taken. Although average in length, it was as thick as a child's lower arm. He was happy for Uncle George who was very well equipped for his age, and who fitted Colin well without doing any damage.
"The Vaseline for the reel must do!" The old man found the yellow box in his fishing outfit, spread his kilt and worked his veiny, dark brown cock ready for action. Fingers greased with Vaseline treated Colin's puckered boy-cunt until he shivered once more.
"Give me the real tool, sir, please. I'm all yours. So hot - hot!" Colin moaned when the swollen cockhead broke through his ring-muscle. George was not soft now. He filled the youngster with his cock in one single thrust, and he pulled out and forced the cock back inside, again and again and again, like a teenager eager to cum for the first time.
The one that was more like a teenager was Colin, who was so surprised by the intensity of the fucking that he almost forgot George's warning about his kilt. He felt the pre-cum drip and he felt the woollen material against his little stiffy.
"Cup my cock, Uncle. I'll be there soon. You areÉdamnÉI amÉgive me, give me!" Colin pressed against the wall and worked with his arse-muscles. The man was almost too rough and he just couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm there, I'm cumming, cumming!" Colin shot again and again in the man's hands inside the kilt. He wished his hands were free, but George had done a good job. The old man lapped up the white stuff like a hungry dog and continued the pounding. With one hand he worked Colin's now limp cock; with the other hand he found Colin's nipples inside the sweater. He gave Colin no break, and soon it was his time to yell and fill the cave with a roar while he filled the young student with his man-milk.
Colin wasn't sure what happened, either a new orgasm hit him, or maybe he hadn't really left the first. He was shooting and shooting again, and when George withdrew he was dripping spunk both ways. The old hunter cleaned his `son' and pulled him into a tight hug after he had been loosened from the wall.
Colin could add a new memorable event at the wolf-cave, near his favourite `hiding-place' in the Highlands.
"We have visitors, Uncle!" Colin shouted. They were standing outside the wash-house cleaning the fish.
"Is it Tam? Good! We have plenty!" George lifted one very fine trout.
"No, it's not him. That's Doug's car, isn't it? Aye, it's Doug and Charlie." Colin grinned. "It's been a long time since I saw Charlie." Colin was very happy to see his admirer from the Newcastle area, who was now a student at the Vet Institute- a real horse-boy. The two boys met in a very tight hug. There were no reservations at all, despite the long gap since their last meeting.
"Charlie was called to attend a sick horse by our cousin," Doug explained. "And when we heard Colin was here, Charlie had to see him!" Charlie blushed, but said nothing when Colin put an arm around his shoulder.
The meal ended well. The fish had been excellent, supplemented with potatoes, vegetables and cream brought from the village. The chat between George and his nephew had been very open and Colin had told them about his summer. Young Charlie had, as always, been very quiet, but he was more quiet than normal. However he had managed a meal almost as huge as Colin.
"Take Charlie and see if the wild raspberries are red now. I saw some by the loch," Uncle George said to Colin. "Doug and will I do your kitchen job today."
The boys found the berries. "They need some more days in the sun before they are ripe," Colin said. He took Charlie's arm and led him to a fallen tree that made them an excellent bench with a full view over the silent loch. He understood Charlie had something he wanted to talk about, but both of them just watched the glittering water for a while.
Charlie cleared his throat once and then once more. "Do you and Bill have a paper?" he asked.
"Paper? You mean a civil partnership document?" Colin turned to Charlie who stared straight ahead. Charlie nodded, and coughed again.
"No, we don't. Bill and I will marry one day, for sure, but he wants me to finish university and have a proper job first."
"Do you love him?" Charlie was just whispering now, as if the question was not to be heard by anyone.
"Aye, very much. He's my man, my lover and my daddy for ever." Colin was suddenly a bit moved.
"What if he leaves you?" Charlie turned his face to Colin now. Colin could see that his eyes were tear-filled.
"If he dies, you mean? That would be terrible. I hope he will stay healthy until he's an old man," Colin stated.
"I didn't mean that. What if he found a new boy, or a new man, and left you?"
Colin was uncertain what this was all about, so he grinned and said a bit flippantly, "I would have to wish him good luck then!" Charlie didn't smile.
"What if you found another one?" Charlie moved closer to Colin as if he was getting cold.
Colin suddenly understood that this was more serious. "I'm an adult, and I'm free. But I would have to consider what I would get and what I would lose."
Tears dripped from Charlie's eyes now, ran down his cheeks. The redhead tried to stop the tears with a hand not too clean.
Colin put an arm around his friend and pulled him tight. "You are in love, buddy, and it's not Doug, is it? But he wants to bind you by paper, is that so?"
Charlie stopped crying and put his head on Colin's chest, but said nothing. Colin just waited. "How did you know?" he finally asked.
"Well, you justÉ"
"I'm in love with Eddie and he loves me. We have shared a bed for almost a year now. But Doug doesn't..." Charlie stopped.
"Doug doesn't know that you fuck you roomy and are in love. Very classic, my romantic buddy. Don't cry. Be happy for your priest from Oban!" Colin grinned.
"Don't call him names, Colin. He's so good. He fucks me to heaven!" Charlie smiled now.
"And prays afterwards!" Colin guessed that his comment was blasphemous, but he didn't want to hurt his friend. "You have to tell Doug. You have to tell him why you aren't so hot at the weekends anymore."
"How did youÉ?" Charlie stopped himself.
"Maybe I could be some sort of love adviser - how to fuck your buddy and not fall in love?" Colin tried to clear up the situation.
"You ever been in love with Kenny?" Charlie suddenly asked.
"From when I wake up in the morning until he scratches his balls, farts and stumbles into the bathroom!" Again Colin was uncertain about the real question. He looked at Charlie and found his eyes.
"Live out your love with Eddie. Tell Doug that you are not ready to tie yourself down with a legal document. If he is the fine man I think he is, he will still love you and be there to support in the future. Take your time. You want me to speak to Doug?" Colin hugged Charlie now. The result was that they fell down from the `bench' and landed in the mud. Both of them started laughing.
"We have to tell them that we found a good place for mud wrestling!" Colin found Charlie's hand and they jogged back through the evening forest.
"First to jump in!" Colin had crossed the yard by the cottage and was naked in seconds. Charlie was not far behind and the curly redhead made a childish bomb splash into the pond.
"Boys will be boys!" Uncle George put his hand above his eyes to see better what was going on. "Join them, Doug. You are not too old for some fun!"
The nearly fifty year old security guard hurried into the pond and joined the playing youngsters.
Charlie was the first one to leave the pond. Now he was comforted by Uncle George who wrapped the young vet-student in a big old-fashioned robe.
"They are so happy with each other!" Doug said. Both he and Colin were now resting on the warm pier. Doug put a hand on Colin's naked back.
Colin looked at Doug. He lifted his arms and rested on the elbows. "Charlie is afraid you will leave him if he tells you that he's in love with his buddy in school. The poor boy was used to being beaten and not love for many years when he was growing up. Remember? It's not easy for him to speak openly about his private life...his feelings."
Doug swallowed. "Poor kid. I'll never leave him. I'll support him, but I haven't asked him for anything in return. I am afraid I might cause him some discomfort."
"He's not ready for a formal partnership, Doug. Give him time!" Colin patted Doug's wet shoulder. "Just be his boyfriend when he's horny, but don't push him. Give him the freedom Bill gave me." Colin lay down. He wasn't sure Doug needed any advice, but he felt happy for opening a gate between his two friends.
"Will that pair be ready for another meal before they leave, I wonder?" George pointed at the locked washhouse door. "One hour!" He looked at his watch. "They must be boiled. Tell them supper will be ready soon, Colin."
Colin suddenly became shy. He didn't want interfere in the private cleaning action. He went up to the tiny window and tried to get a glimpse inside.
"Hot porn!" he said to himself with a grin. He had just seen the young horseman ride the stallion with the youngster's full energy.
Colin knocked on the window. "You need help with your old man, Charlie, or can you manage?" Colin received a thumbs-up from his friend and admirer.
"What do you want to do today, Colin? You will return to Glasgow this evening I understand, but this seems to be the hottest day so far this month." Uncle George and Colin were sitting in the sunshine outside the cottage. Colin was naked but for a towel after his morning bath.
Before Colin could answer the question, an old-fashioned motorbike stopped outside the gate. "We have another guest, Uncle." Colin knew that the older man had some problems with his eyesight in the heavy sunshine.
Tam parked the bike just inside the fence, but he didn't cross the yard to the cottage. He went around his Harley Davidson and touched it as if it was a human being that needed some comfort.
Colin hurried to put on a pair of sweatpants and then went up to the man to say hello. "Nice bike!" he commented.
"It's my baby, my beauty. I just drive him on sunny days!" The huge man went on touching the bike. Now he was caressing the black leather on the double seat.
"You want a ride, Colin? We could take the slow road. You will need a helmet then. I think you find my old helmet in the storeroom. Put on a sweater too." Tam was dressed in black leather garments from top to toe, and was even wearing the sort of riding boots that would allow him to change from bike to horse in seconds.
Colin wasn't quite comfortable but he did what Tam told him. He put on a t-shirt and a heavy jacket, found some old trainers and the red helmet.
"Be careful, Colin. The `Gentle Giant' is known in the village for regularly breaking all the speed limits."
The helmet was slightly too big for Colin, but Tam restructured the inner helmet and the strap.
"Here we go, Colin!" The macho guy put on a pair of heavy gloves and a pair of dark glasses. "Hold on!"
Colin looked for the something to hold onto. There wasn't anything. He looked behind to see if there was some sort of seat back. There wasn't. The driver of this bike wanted to ensure that any passenger would have to put their arms around him. And Colin did.
Tam accelerated the bike and made the dried soil and gravel squirt behind the tyres.
"Okay macho man, you don't need to impress me!" Colin thought. "I have lived with your `twin' for two years. Suddenly Colin was happy that Kenny drove a car, and not a bike.
The speed was rather slow as long as they were driving on the gravel road from the cottage, but soon they met the hard country road, which was narrow with a lot of curves and the best place ever to impress a scary passenger.
Increased acceleration made Colin put his hands tighter around the body in front of him. He placed his cheek tight to the leather jacket. The smell of hot leather and rough man triggered Colin. The situation, the vibration from the engine, and the bending from side to side in the curves, made Colin rock-hard. He didn't fight against the erection, but he was damn horny behind this macho guy's back.
The road changed a bit and they went some miles without heavy curves and Tam increased the speed. Colin felt the pressure but instead of clinging harder to the body he lowered his hands and found the man's thighs next to his bulge. He was surprised that the material in the bike trousers was much thinner than that of the leather jacket. He pressed his hands together to keep safe and felt Tam spread his legs a bit.
"Maybe just an imagination!" Colin thought. "Or maybe he likes to be touched by his passengers."
Colin kept one hand on the right thigh, while his used the other hand to cup the man's bulge. "Wow!" Colin thought. "Big stuff here!" He also felt the man push back against his hand.
Now Colin moved his hands from the thighs to the upper body again. He searched the front of the leather underneath the heavy jacket. And he found what he had been searching for - the zipper in Tam's bike trousers. It was as if the man lifted his bum from the seat to let Colin pull the zip down. They were back in the winding landscape, but now Colin had one hand inside the man's fly. The thin texture of the underwear allowed Colin to feel a heavy boner, and wet spots told him that he was not the only horny one on this bike.
In a very aggressive way, Tam slowed down, turned around, and headed back. After a few hundred metres, he turned left and drove through the forest while Colin tried to play with the tool between the man's legs. After just some minutes the bike came into a clearing in the thick forest. Colin knew this place, but they had entered it from the opposite direction to the one he normally used. It was the old church ruins where Colin had been fucked more than once and played dirty games with Charlie.
Tam stopped the bike, pulled off his helmet and glasses, and kissed Colin wild and hard before he had been able to take off his helmet.
"You are a little devil, aren't you? I guess you are a good cocksucker too, eh?" He went on kissing Colin deep, sometimes mouth-fucking him with a strong, intense tongue. The man managed to start undressing Colin while he still wore the helmet. Now he just pulled down the sweatpants. Colin almost giggled when the heavy red beard tickled his groin.
The huge man went down on his knees and started a wild play with tongue and lips. Colin's cockhead was treated hard and he had to use hands on the man's head to protect himself from the tiger.
"Don't kill my small pride!" Colin shouted. "Your turn now, man!" He lifted Tam by his red hair. Tam yelled but stood up. Colin helped him to pull down his pants. The bulge had changed into a heavy tent before Colin pulled the tight underwear down.
"Wow, what a snake!" Colin was impressed. The huge cock pointed upwards like a pole surrounded by a red pubic bush. "Guess the girls are happy for this monster?" Colin asked and used two hands to hold the more than 25 cm (10 inch) wood.
"They can't take it. Not the guys either, but that's okay. I'm more into blowjobs. That's my favourite thing." Tam used his lips and tongue in another heavy French kiss.
Colin want to breathe normally and finally managed to push the guy away from him. "I have an idea, a dream I have always had. You love your bike most of all, eh?"
Tam nodded and stroked the leather seat with his hand. "My own beauty!" he whispered.
"Let me!" Colin went forward and undressed Tam, but for the tall riding boots. He handed the man his helmet. "I want to see you doing a nude ride around the church - like a rally!"
The man couldn't be offered a better job. The naked giant, with his flagpole high, climbed onto the bike, and with a start on one wheel only he pressed on the accelerator like a mad one. Colin found the camera app on his mobile phone and acted like the paparazzi for the next minutes. Then he waved with his t-shirt like a professional and stopped the ride. He quickly bent down and sucked the cock which was dripping with precum.
"I want something special, something I've never done before. You have some oil, Tam?" Colin grinned. The man found a tube of natural oil and Colin dripped a lot on the naked spear. Then he climbed onto the bike, not behind the giant, but in front of him.
"Oil my boy-cunt, man!" Colin shouted. Tam almost put the tube into Colin's hole and squeezed. Oil dripped from Colin's arse down to the man's glistening boots. Colin spread his arse checks and opened his tunnel entrance. He lowered his body and let Tam's snake inside. He yelled at the sudden pain he gave himself - no careful entrance this time. Tam was soon all inside, and Colin could rest against the man's body.
"Now drive Tam, and damn you if you stop before both of us spunk off!" Colin - the small guy - fitted well in Tam's lap.
Again this was an easy task for the huge driver. The nakedness turned down the speed and instead of driving in circles around the church he made a tour down to the main road and back. Colin had never been this filled up. The vibration from the engine was extreme, and he had a constant pressure against his prostate. He felt the pre-cum pumping and used his fingers to collect it. Afterwards he fed Tam who loved the slimy fingers.
Colin was so excited that he couldn't hold back. After a few minutes he made some extra movements on the cock inside him. "I'm cumming!" he cried, but he couldn't even hear his own voice. However he saw his eruption shooting over the handlebars and the high gloves on Tam's hands,
Tam accelerated back towards the church. When Colin lifted his arse, he felt liquid dripping from it. Tam must have cum, but it was too much to be only cum. Now Tam howled. Holding back his piss had made him cum. The combination of piss and cum dripped down onto the leather seat and then onto the hot engine. Tam howled again. Now Colin felt the man's orgasm shaking the huge body. Another drive around the church, and then Tam stopped the bike.
"Never on earth - I fucked my bike - I fucked my bike!" Tam murmured. He was still inside Colin's body.
"Thanks for the best ride ever, Colin!" Tam grinned and lifted the boy from his lap. A small flood dripped from his boy entrance.
The bike had priority when Tam cleaned up. A special rag was used, but first both Colin and Tam cleaned the leather seat with their tongues and lips.
"I know another back road to the cottage, hot man!" Tam grinned. "We don't have to dress then!" He handed Colin the helmet and made a package out of the clothing.
Uncle George used a hand to shade his eyes when the odd couple stopped outside the cottage fence. "Boys will be boys!" he sighed.
To be continued.