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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 64 (Lorenzo in Glasgow, Bill at home, fun with the priest and the horse manager)
The Italian professor Adam Lorenzo entered the lobby like an international model. He had changed from the formal suit he had worn at the university the previous day to an elegant summer outfit - a tight pair of blue jeans and a partly open white shirt. His dark hair was styled and Colin could see that the dark beard was now trimmed down to what looked like a second day growth.
The tanned man with the whitest teeth ever, opened his arms and gave Colin a hug. Colin felt both welcomed and uncertain. He had only met this man for some minutes in the old library at the university the day before.
"Am I too dressed up for a tour of the city, Colin? Seems to be a very nice day outside." The hug lasted a bit longer than a normal `welcome'.
"You are perfect, sir. Very elegant - sexy shirt!" Colin could have bitten his tongue off for being so direct, but he was very close to the man who had opened the upper buttons of his shirt to show nicely trimmed black body-hair. "And your bag is a winner!" Colin touched the modern shoulder bag.
"Too bold for an old man perhaps. You look marvellous, Colin. I've seen you with less clothes remember, but you are as sexy today in that outfit - understand well why Senore BeroniÉ" The Italian cut himself off.
Colin was a bit confused. He had made plans for a full day in town, but now he felt his cock stiffen. The welcoming had been as sensual as possible in a busy city lobby. When he looked down, he could see that Professor Lorenzo had the special bulge of a well-hung man who used loose underwear.
"We could start the sightseeing in your room, sir, if you wish to see the part of my body you missed at Lago del Garda." Again Colin wondered if he was being too open.
The professor grinned and answered by hugging him again, this time with his mouth very near Colin's left ear. "Tentato!" he whispered.
Colin was happy that his knowledge of Latin helped him understand some Italian. "Tempted," he thought. "Good!"
"You read my mind, young man, but I am very happy that you are willing to spend your day off to introduce me to the city which will be my home for the coming year." The man let his open hand follow Colin's spine from his neck down to the top of one buttock. Then he coughed lightly and nodded towards the exit.
Colin was distracted by the strong body, the dark eyes, the nice hands and the Armani perfume. The professor often made room for Colin to walk in front and really act as his guide for the day. The man blushed when he was caught staring at Colin's round globes, clearly divided in the tight shorts.
A short walk along Buchanan Street ended with them turning towards George Square. It was not easy to be a guide in the very crowded pedestrian area, but soon Colin placed himself in front of the statue of Robert Burns.
"It's natural for me to start the tour in front of our national poet. One day I could take you to where he was born, sir. Burns Cottage in Alloway, not far from my home." Colin used his hand to shade his eyes in the bright sunshine.
"I would love that, Colin. It would be nice to see a student's home too. Who's that on top of the tall column in the centre?" The professor pointed.
"It's the statue of Sir Walter Scott, probably the most important Scottish novelist, playwright and historian." The young student could probably have given a lecture here, but Professor Lorenzo was not an ordinary tourist.
"I know him quite well." The man used his mobile camera to take a few pictures.
Colin smiled when he realised that one photo of the Scott monument was added to with more than one of the guide.
"My plan is to start by using the hop on-hop off bus service. There's a bus-stop just over there. If you would like sir, we could do a full circuit to give an introduction to the city, and then decide which places you want to explore later."
"Perfect Colin, let me pay for the tickets!" He smiled at the ticket lady and used a hand on Colin's butt as to help him upstairs. The touch sent electric signals through the lower part of the young body. The two found good seats on the open top deck and when Colin offered the professor his earphones, he declined. "I want to listen to your story, giovane, not a recording!" The seats were quite narrow so the man put an arm on Colin's seat back.
Colin smiled and pointed to the nearby City Chambers. "That's our city hall. It was completed in 1888 and it boasts more marble than the Vatican. Guided tours are available twice a dayson weekdays."
When the bus started with a jerk, the man's hand found Colin's shoulder and stayed there for the next hour. Two men sitting close together means their legs are close as well, and neither one pulled away. "That bus tour was a sort of foreplay, a very hot foreplay!" Colin told his dad on the phone just before midnight.
Colin did his best to concentrate even if his brain fought a battle. "Glasgow Cathedral, the oldest cathedral in mainland Scotland. The River Clyde and the changes since the decline of shipbuilding. The Glasgow University area with a huge amount of foreign students. The Merchant City and the tobacco barons. Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum." Colin pointed them all out and mentioned famous names or objects connected to them. As if by accident, one of Colin's hands found the man's upper leg and he let it stay. Colin heard a small change in his professor's breathing when that happened. Then suddenly they were back in George Square.
"Now we need a break for lunch. Thank you for being the perfect guide!" The man let his hand follow the youngster's body down to the waist and found some naked skin. Colin wanted to place his head on the man's shoulder, but now they had to leave the bus.
The professor and his student managed two museums during the afternoon. Lorenzo admitted that he had been fond of railways since a child so it was easy for Colin to choose the new Riverside Museum of transport and travel. The two had fun when they settled inside the one of the early Glasgow Underground cars in a replica station. "The Glasgow Subway was opened in 1896 and that makes it the third oldest underground railway in Europe. The carriages are smaller than those in London and elsewhere because the railway uses the smaller 4 feet track gauge," Colin explained.
"You call it the Subway but it says Underground on the outside of the car. Why is that?" Professor Lorenzo asked.
"It was called the Subway when it first opened but it was officially renamed the Glasgow Underground during the Nineteen-thirties," said Colin. "Glaswegians continued to refer to it as the Subway and it was rebranded as the Subway again about twenty years ago. However it's also often referred to as the `Clockwork Orange' because of the current orange livery." Colin later felt every part of the man's tight body pressing against him from behind when they were looking at a Victorian-age steam locomotive.
Colin's second choice was easy too. Lorenzo had heard of the famous organ recitals in the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum. There was only one seat free in the hall and so Lorenzo pulled Colin onto his lap. Unfortunately for the pair, the lady sitting next to them left during the first short break in music and Colin had to move. Lorenzo's hard-on had been obvious and Colin was afraid his own excitement would result in wet dots on his shorts.
It was now very late. The two had had an excellent dinner and Colin had taken Lorenzo to see the famous equestrian statue outside the Gallery of Modern Art. "That the Duke of Wellington and he is almost always like that, with a traffic cone on top of his head."
"Are you satisfied, or do you want more?" Colin whispered in the shadows as they walked back towards George Square. He had a hand on Lorenzo's arm. There had been soft touching between the two all day.
"You know the Necropolis, Colin?" the man whispered.
"You mean the old churchyard by the cathedral?" Colin was surprised. Churchyards were not among his favourite places. "Closed at sunset, I think."
"MyÉ" The professor hesitated. "My special guide says that there are some secret entrances, and that the area is a well-known cruising spot."
"I've never cruised up there, but some students have had quite bizarre parties around. I know some entrances, yes. You want to go there, sir?" Colin was suddenly excited. His bulge was obvious.
"Only if you show me the rest of your body - naked!" Professor Lorenzo suddenly squeezed Colin's erection.
"Agreed!" Colin whispered. "But only if you let me suck you, sir!"
The professor leaned forward and lips met lips in a hot and wild kiss. "Why did you wait so long, sir? You have teased me for ten hours now." Colin gasped for air.
"I teased you? Okay, that's one way to put it, sweet boy!" Lips met again.
It didn't take long to reach the cathedral, and soon they crossed the Bridge of Sighs to arrive at the hilly churchyard. The gate was locked. Colin looked around. No one at the bridge. He took the professor's arm and hurried through some bushes. Very soon they faced a narrow path leading to a gap in the stone wall.
"Churchyard - a sort of fetish, sir?" Colin grinned. He rested in front of the steep slope.
"No, no. It's more a part of my professional life. What would we know about Mediterranean history without graves and inscriptions and ruins? Just think about Egypt, and the knowledge we have from the pyramids." Mr Lorenzo was suddenly teaching.
"So sir, you mean you have cruised among the pyramids?" Colin smiled.
"With my main subject, you know, Minoan culture, graves and ruins on land and underneath the surface taught us a lot." The man went on without commenting on the cruising.
Colin leaned forward, close to the man. "I look forward to your lectures, sir, but now I look forward to this!" He cupped the professor's low-hanging dick.
"Sorry, son. Tell me about the Necropolis!" The two climbed the small hill and suddenly there was a marvellous silhouette of The City of the Dead with the real city behind. There were still some red clouds reflecting the sunset.
"A crazy story!" Colin started. "The rich people in Glasgow wanted to show off their wealth even after they were gone. It's not that old - established 1830 - possibly borrowing an idea from a graveyard in Paris."
Colin led Lorenzo forward to an eighteen metre high column with a statue on the top. "John Knox - the Scottish church reformer."
"Okay, Colin, then my turn." The professor found a piece of paper in his bag.
"But let me take some photos of you before it's too dark."
Colin posed in front of gravestones and mausoleums and the professor used his camera many times.
"Could you take your shirt off, Colin?"
Colin looked around. No people up here, so why not. He removed the white shirt, before pulling his shorts low enough to give a glimpse of the trimmed pubic area. He even cupped his bulge and licked his lips and tried to look as slutty as possible. Suddenly he saw a silhouette of a couple behind a gravestone, one of them on his knees. No doubt about the action. Colin looked at Lorenzo and pointed. "Your guidebook seems to be correct, sir."
Now the professor gave Colin a hand to guide him through the spooky landscape. At last he stopped in front of one of the biggest mausoleums in the upper part of the graveyard. The stone building had an iron door with a huge lock. Lorenzo tried to open it, but underneath the old lock was a modern one. Again the man looked at his paper, and turned the lock wheels.
Colin shuddered at the sound when the rusty door was opened. Lorenzo took Colin's hand and pulled him inside. The man lit the room with his phone.
"A small room!" Colin told Bill later. "Dry and empty but for a metal wreath on a catafalque. The wall paintings were grotesque, devils and monsters, and one wall had a naked Adam and Eve!"
"You told me about Adam and Eve in the stained glass inside the cathedral, Colin. Probably the same artist!" Lorenzo let the door stay open to allow some natural light inside.
"Don't be afraid, Colin. No one is buried here, nobody has ever been! The rich man drowned at sea and was never found, but he had built his own memorial." Lorenzo hugged Colin tight.
"How do you knowÉ?" Colin started.
"Later, son. Strip now, please. I'll give you light. You permit me to take pictures?" Without waiting for an answer, he lifted Colin and placed him on the low stone table.
Colin had been anxious for a while because of the open mausoleum. Now he recalled one of his favourite porn movies - a French Cadinot one with heavy sex inside such a building. His cock stiffened at the thought. He forgot time and place. His only intention was to please his new sexy professor.
Lorenzo used his phone for lightening and found a micro camera in his small bag.
"Go on, sexy boy, show me what the Italian seniors dream about during cold winters!"
Colin was easy to ask. As a professional performer, he threw away his shirt which had remained open after the outdoor photo session. Now he played with his hard nipples, and moaned with pleasure. The sound was intense inside the stone chamber.
"Please touch me, sir. Please play with my body. I want to cum for you tonight. I want to be your servant, and your little devil. Help me, please sir!" Colin used fingernails on the nubs. The professor was professional, he played with the boy with one hand, and filmed with the other.
"You are dripping, boy. You like this, eh? Little devil, you said. That's what you are, eh, making an old man crazy!" He let his hand slide down Colin's body to the belt.
"Old man? The sexiest professor at the university, and I'm the lucky star - on only your second day." He moaned when Lorenzo bit his bulge.
"Go on now, let me help you!" Lorenzo turned Colin around and pulled the shorts slowly over the two round globes. Colin was happy that he had a jockstrap on - the red one. Without warning, Lorenzo spread Colin's arse-cheeks and put his mouth and nose in the opened crack. He was rewarded by Colin pushing the bum against him and spreading his legs. The man was able to use his lips and tongue all the way from Colin's balls to the top of his crack while he still managing to operate the camera.
"Yes, yes, sir, you are, you areÉ" Colin wriggled when Lorenzo licked inside the opened love-entrance.
"Hope you like my boy-cunt, sir. Some men do!" he whispered.
"I bet, damn, I betÉ." Lorenzo did what he could to please Colin with his tongue. With his free hand, he cupped the jockstrap's wet pouch.
"I want your cock now, Colin. Please, please." He turned his student around.
Like a professional stripper Colin danced his underwear down, showed his pubic bone, then his cock-root, and the full erection with a complete naked cockhead. He threw away the garment and cupped his balls with the other hand. The result was a pre-cum eruption which glistened in the artificial light.
Lorenzo had some trouble now. He closed the camera when he knelt in front of Colin and sucked the cock into his mouth.
"Please give me the camera, sir. I guess you want a full movie." From above, Colin filmed the man who worked on his cock, played with his balls, and squeezed his round buttocks. He felt he could manage more than one cumming after the long teasing day, so he did not hold back. Lorenzo managed to fill his mouth both with Colin's dick and his balls, and when he tightened his lips and let Colin mouth-fuck him, both knew the youngster was to have an orgasm very soon.
"I'm cumming, sir. Please sir, you may eat me if you want to. I'm, I'mÉ" Colin spunked off into his new professor's mouth, again and again. The man swallowed, leaving not a drop of spunk his mouth. A dirty, hot and noisy kiss followed. Colin was given back some of his own milk.
"You remember our deal sir?" Colin started immediately to open Lorenzo's silk shirt. The man's upper body was a sight, slim and muscled, and covered with well-trimmed black hair. The pink, very erect nipples, had dark coronas. Colin couldn't resist combing the man's front with an open hand and spread fingers.
"You don't have to, giovane. I'm well satisfied. You gave me your body, your beautiful body." Lorenzo used both hands and caressed the naked young man. For some seconds Colin just closed his eyes and enjoyed the situation - he had been brought to a huge orgasm inside this grave-memorial.
Colin remembered a similar situation. Years ago, his first professor had fucked him inside an old bomb shelter while he had a full view of his own town. Now he could watch the skyline of Glasgow while he sat down at the edge of the stone-table.
Colin unzipped the jeans of the man in front of him and then pulled them down. Lorenzo placed them on the table and moved his arms behind his neck. Colin smiled when he saw the fully-grown cock tenting inside the white silk shorts. He swallowed. The dark brown and veiny cock would soon become his sex-toy.
With trembling hands Colin took hold of the narrow waistband. Slowly he pulled down the shorts as if he was unveiling a statue. The 20 cm (8 inch) beauty stood up like a piece of wood, with a pink head surrounded by a black curly bush. The naked glans, with open piss-slit, glistened in the sparse light and the smooth low-hanging balls were a contrast to the black pubic hair.
Very carefully, Colin kissed the beauty and just let the cockhead touch his lips, while one hand cupped and lifted the balls as if he wanted to feel the weight of them. A soft moaning told Colin that his new professor was ready for him. He didn't hesitate any longer but took the cock inside his mouth and used lips and tongue to pleasure the not too thick shaft.
Lorenzo had been a passive receiver so far, but now he took command. With both hands on Colin's head, and sometimes even pulling his curly hair, he fucked the boy's mouth. The cocksucker knew how to meet this and during the next several minutes a tough fight went on inside the tomb. The man wanted to throat-fuck the youngster, but Colin was not yet in the mood to be dominated. He answered the man by using his hands on the light hairy buttocks. In the end he gave his would-be master two fingers in his hairy arse. With tears in the eyes, he looked up and found his professor's wild eyes. "You want to fuck me, don't you sir?"
Like coming from far away, Lorenzo seemed to wake up. "Sorry son, you got me carried away. I didn't mean to be that tough!"
"I like it tough sir, very tough, but you need more than a mouth to fuck. Use my tight arse, sir. You just licked me, so I'm ready for you, sir!" Colin turned around. With both legs spread wide on the stone floor, and the upper body resting on the stone-bench, he lifted his hips ready for the rock-hard cock.
"Hand lotion must do then, boy. I don't want to hurt you. Your bum is like a young teenager's. Yeah, yeah, you are a teen, love, even if I know you are a damn professional academic." Lorenzo opened a small tube of hand lotion and soon he put, rather brutally, three fat fingers into Colin's boy-cunt.
Colin screamed at the sudden penetration, but followed this with, "More, more! Please fill me up, fuck me with your Latin cock. I love it hard, hard!" Colin almost twisted his hot body when Lorenzo found his prostate.
Lorenzo bowed and kissed Colin's neck, then he found his nipples and twisted them. Colin yelled.
Lorenzo's cockhead found the young entrance without the use of hands and he lowered his knees until the cock found the half-open entrance. Colin knew how to meet a penetration, and instead of being passive he met the intruder with an attack. The result was that Lorenzo bottomed in the boy without using force. He seemed not satisfied though. He withdrew and mounted Colin again, then a third time and a fourth time.
Colin knew from the situation and the man's intensity that he wouldn't last long. But he himself was not close to cumming yet, and he wanted to see the man and be kissed by the man, and he wanted to taste the man's milk for the first time.
"Please turn me around, sir. Fuck me like I was your lover, not your whore!" Colin whispered.
"You are not my whore. I hope you're my new young lover!" Lorenzo lifted his elegant jeans and spread them on the stone table. "I don't want you hurt, Colin. The stone is rough!" He placed Colin's shoulders on the low table and let him use the hands to lock himself while he lifted the boy's legs onto his shoulders. The athletic man penetrated Colin again with his almost-wooden cock.
Colin got a ride he liked, and just now he was happy that Lorenzo offered him a handjob beside being hard-fucked.
"Yea, please, sir, please sir, let me cum, and let me taste your milk, taste, tasteÉ" Colin closed his eyes. He was far away. He tried to lift his body, but he felt locked. "I'm cumming, cummin, cumming!"
Like a real performer, Lorenzo pressed the end of Colin's cock closed with two fingers, and when the boy yelled at the soreness he opened it again. The result was a shot of cum from the cock, through the air, twice. The rest landed on his body and the stone table.
Almost at the same time Lorenzo withdrew and grabbed his own cock with a hard fist. The roar filled the mausoleum when he spat his milk all over his new student's face and body. Colin did what he could to lick and eat it all.
"Please let me clean you, sir. Give me your cock!" Colin let Lorenzo fill his mouth with the still-hard cock. He pulled the man's foreskin back and started a cleaning with his tongue that made the man's knees tremble.
"Your shot hit Adam and Eve!" Lorenzo grinned and used the light. Spunk ran down the stone wall.
Not much was said when they left the Necropolis. On the bridge by the Cathedral, Colin found Lorenzo's hand. "How did you know? Even the lock?" He was curious.
"When I'm back in the hotel I'll give you an Internet address and my password. You can read, and entertain yourself. Forget it or follow up, it's your choice. An old men's playground!" Lorenzo put an arm around the shirtless student.
"I'll give you a proper thank you for a great day, Colin. You want a cold beer before I call for a taxi for you." The two went into the hotel lobby.
"No need for a taxi. I'll just take a nice walk home. I would love a beer though after the return from the grave!" Colin grinned and followed the man upstairs.
"I need a pee!" Colin said when he entered the room.
"You need a shower too, son. The stone table was not nice for you. Let me see if you have some scratches." He used both hands to comfort Colin's back. Colin couldn't help himself. He was rock-hard again.
Colin was wrapped in a towel when he left the bathroom. Lorenzo, only dressed in silk boxers waited. "I need a shower too. The beer is on the side table." He pointed.
When Lorenzo finished his visit to the bathroom and returned, he found Colin on top of his bed, still naked with his round buttocks inviting.
"I offered you a full day service, sir." Colin smiled. "You care for a lecture?"
"I do, I do." Lorenzo threw away the towel. "I want to follow you all the way to the tower this time." He jumped into the king-size bed and kissed his new student.
"Satisfied, Kiddo?" Kenny looked up from the bed when Colin arrived home just before midnight.
"Aye, a great day. A hot man, that Latin fellow. You ever had a fuck at the Necropolis, Kenny?" Colin undressed and jumped in beside his roomie.
"I almost lost my cherry there!" Kenny grinned. "But she was too old for me!"
"Your balls are dry, Kiddo?" Kenny sounded a bit disappointed.
"Never dry for you, big man. Missionary, ok?" Colin placed a hand around the waiting 26 cm (10 inch) cock. "A good way to end an adventurous week," Colin thought. "Tomorrow Bill will be waiting for me with hot a meal in the cosy kitchen, and maybe Bruce will heat the sauna for me."
"Yes, Daddy. Please, please, go on, go on, don't stop! I'm gonna cum, I'll cum. Please, Daddy, you're crazy! Aaahh!" Colin spunked again for the second time. Clear boy-milk sprayed over his upper body and mixed with the white spots from the cum that just had landed on his face and chest.
"Go on, Daddy, harder, harder, no please, stop, stop!" Colin shouted, but Bill didn't take notice. He knew Colin was far away, into an orgasm heavier than he himself had probably ever been into.
Bill went on fucking his son and lover. He changed between hard and rough, and then soft and tender. Every stroke hit the lad's prostate. Bill's cock was bigger and harder than ever before after a morning fuck which had lasted more than an hour. They had started doggy, then turned to a sideways spoon-like fuck before Bill had taken him missionary and speeded up for the finale.
"Dad, dad, I'm cumming, cumming, crazy, fuck, fuck!" Colin lifted his hips and met Bill like his body was bridging. Then his whole body shook. His eyes rolled and he was gritting his teeth." The third cumming was almost like the second, the shooting was still there, but the cum was more piss-like now.
"Take my seed, Colin. Let me be your stallion!" Bill pushed his cock deep, deep inside the youngster's body. Then he started his ejaculation. He filled the love-tunnel. He still managed to go on fucking until man-cream dripped from Colin's arse and down the arsecrack.
"You okay, love? You passed out, didn't you?" Bill's open hand touched Colin's chin lightly. Colin opened his eyes and smiled.
"I'm still in heaven, Daddy. How many times did I cum? I couldn't count." Colin let Bill use his tongue to clean his upper body.
"You spunked three times, a lot each time, but I think you had another multi-orgasm again. Long time since you did that, eh?"
"It happens with you, Daddy. Only with you. Well, one time with Kasim. Remember? Last year in Marseilles. I was damn horny because I had seen you two making love." Colin used two fingers to catch some spunk dripping from his own partly-open arse.
"How come you were that horny after what you told me yesterday? Two new professors and Kenny with all his needs." Bill collected some jizz from Colin's dripping arse and licked his fingers.
"You were really hot today, Dad. Long time since we fucked like this, eh? Hasn't Chit helped you get release these past few weeks?" Colin kissed his father lightly while Bill caressed the young sweet body.
Chit, Bill's 21 year old Thai masseur, was the only regular guy who visited Colin's `father' as far as he knew.
"Chit is not back from his summer-break, and he was mostly doing handjobs before we went to France." Bill was always a bit ashamed when Colin talked about other young guys.
"But I thought he used more than fingers to stimulate your prostate, Daddy. His Asian snake is curved like a feather you once told me. Does he cum or is he just professional?"
"Envious, Colin? Maybe you want Chit to fuck you next time he's here?" Bill took hold of Colin's dick - for once flaccid.
"Not a good idea, I need something bigger in my pussy, you know. Could be hot to watch him make love to you though!" Colin loved their silent afterglow.
"Didn't know you had turned into a voyeur." Bill pinched Colin's growing erection.
"You get damn horny when you see me with other men, so why not me watching you. Love to watch your hard body, and see you lose control." Colin kissed Bill's ear.
"Couldn't Johnnyboy open up for you? You used to have a threesome with Bruce and him occasionally in the good old days." Colin was in a teasing mood now and he played with Bill's half-hard morning boner.
"Didn't you see the two lovebirds in the sauna last night? The pair have a new closer bond after Johnny said that he wanted to leave Bruce. Bruce took that very seriously and now does more to ensure that his boy is happy." Bill wanked Colin's growing erection very gently.
"I need to pee, Daddy. Will you piss with me? And we could shower together, okay?" Colin was about to rise.
"What's your programme for today, son? This is your last Saturday at home before you leave me." Bill was the one that teased now.
"I am not leaving you, Dad, and you know that Olav will be a good replacement if you allow him." Colin looked at his father with wet eyes. Bill almost had problems being serious. Colin had a drop of white boy-milk on one eyebrow.
"We'd better take that pee, and then you can have another small rest until you smell the bacon and the coffee. I'm going to make you a full breakfast today."
The breakfasts with Bill on Saturday and Sunday mornings were winners. At the end, Colin placed two hands on his belly. "Dad, now I'm stuffed, really stuffed. You are the best cook, and the best lover, and the very best Daddy. You knowÉ" He hesitated. "What if you hadn't found me in the bus shelter that night?" He hesitated again. "I love you, Daddy!" Colin was in Bill's arms shortly afterwards.
"And I couldn't have had a better son and lover like you. I love you very much, but help me with the dishes now. I have a story to write." Bill grinned. He was a bit overwhelmed.
"Aye, better keep your housewives' with wet pussies, Dad. Maybe I could write a porn-story one day." Colin found an apron. He had been naked since getting out of bed - a weekend privilege.
"What do you know about housewives, love? Stay with your dripping admirers. I know there are many! By the way, your number one admirer, Monsieur Reynard will meet us in Glasgow at the end of next week. I just received a message. He needs both our signatures on last season's outcome before you go to Iceland." Bill cleared the table.
"Don't tell me stories, Dad. You think he comes all this way for signatures, eh? He's here for new projects I'm sure, or maybe he misses me already!" Colin grinned.
"Said the big star!" Bill followed up with a spank on the youngster's butt. "Now go and take some exercise. It's very nice weather outside."
Colin was in a great mood after the long sex session with Bill and the huge breakfast. He enjoyed the freedom when running around in the fields and forests out here. When it was hot weather, he loved to put on just loose high-cut athletic shorts without underwear. The movement and the rubbing from the thin fabric made him run with a boner all the time.
One of the tracks went through the forest that was owned by Brickwall Estate. The track was not public, but Colin had used it since the first summer in Bill's house. In good weather like today, he stripped off his shorts and singlet and ran in the nude. Upon one of the hills in the forest he had a special stone. Standing on that stone he had a nice view back to his hometown.
An odd habit perhaps, but he always stopped for a piss at that place. Naked with his hands and clothes behind his neck and his hips pushed forward, he pissed hands-free. The pissing-ceremony up here was a way to renew his teenage territory. If he was in a very horny mood he wanked and shot his seed over the landscape as well. When in high school, he did that every time he was up here. Strange, but he had never been caught doing that.
This was one of Colin's very few secrets. He hadn't even told Bill about this place or his practise. He had had company up here occasionally. He ran naked with Olav last year, but even he, his piss-brother, wasn't part of this stone ceremony.
The track ended not far from fields where horses were grazing. Colin usually put on his clothes when he was leaving the forest. He couldn't explain why he hadn't done it this time. He was running quite fast downhill when he suddenly met a man on a bend in the track. Colin, still naked, tried to hide, but it was too late. The redhead with curly wild hair was jogging towards him. Even he was jogging shirtless in the warm weather.
"Your best dress today, Colin. I thought you were in Iceland. I talked to Bill the other day. He was very excited about your opportunity!" The man had stopped. Colin started to get dressed.
"Don't put clothes on for me. I'm the only one around and I've seen your lovely naked body before. So that you don't feel embarrassed, I will undress too." The man pulled down his jogging gear and underwear in one movement.
Colin swallowed. "Will you allow me to suck you, Asgeir? You're so damn sexy!"
Asgeir was the Icelandic horse manager at the estate. Now the man answered by grabbing Colin's arm. The two left the track and found a natural cover between some heavy trees.
"I can't say no to such an offer. It's been a long time since we fucked in the barn, son." Asgeir placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and helped him down on his knees. In front of the boy's head was the man's stiff cock and hanging balls. Asgeir's cock was as long as Kenny's but as thick as his dad's, and with a cockhead even bigger.
"When I look at your cock I always think of a stallion. I love to watch the mounting horses, you know. The stallion's fifth leg, dripping and ready, makes me damn horny."
"All boys are like you I guess, and many men too. Just wait until you reach Iceland where you can see hordes of horses. They will be mating free in many places butÉaah, yeah, yeah!" Asgeir helped Colin to a good position. He had the first 10 cm (4 inches) in Colin's working mouth.
With tears dripping from his eyes, Colin managed to take most of the big cock down his throat. The man knew exactly how to bend Colin's head. Not many men managed that, some just forgot the human physiology. Colin felt the man's bush on his face and let him stay for a while. When the slimy cock was back outside, slime and spit dripped from his mouth. Asgeir placed his hands on the back of Colin's head and helped the boy to swallow his cock once more, and then again. It was obviously not easy for the youngster but Colin stayed rock-hard and dripped long threads of pre-cum onto the grass.
Colin changed position. He couldn't take more down his throat. With one hand he squeezed the hanging balls. He licked the skin that covered the stones, and let the stretched balls feel his teeth. With the other hand Colin pulled the man's foreskin to the very limit. The string between the two halves of the cockhead looked as if it was about to break. Colin used the tip of the tongue just to caress the string, and then he let his tongue follow the ring all around the wet glans.
Asgeir almost knelt when Colin finally twisted the cockhead and sucked the open piss-slit.
"Damn, damn, I can't, I have to!" Asgeir shouted and with no further warnings he shot his cum all over Colin. The open mouth caught the two first spurts, the next one hit his face, and the last dots of semen dripped down Colin's upper body.
"That was heavenly, boy. No-one sucks like you. You want me to empty you now, or maybe you want me to rim your sexy arse." Asgeir cupped both buttocks. The tall man almost lifted the boy by his bum while fingers searched his entrance.
"Better not. I just had a wank up here, because I was so damn horny. And Bill is going to serve chilli con carne for lunch and he's not fond of latecomers."
"I will walk you down to the farm, Colin. Maybe you want to see the new stallion we are testing. He's smelling cunt today so he's quite wild." Asgeir dressed and so did Colin. They crossed the fields to the barn and the horse stables.
"Have you talked to Torgeir, your cousin, lately?" Colin asked. "I hope to see him in Iceland. He's the only man I know up there."
"Yes, we emailed the other day. He knows you are coming, and he looks forward to see you. He isÉ yes, you know!" Asgeir stopped himself.
"Happy for young lads, I've heard. That's why he was fired, wasn't it? Some fun with the stable boys, the rumours say." The two made a light jog down to the stables.
"That was settled amicably. The boys' father and Torgeir had a good talk, and the boys begged to continue working at the stables. No, the problem was the twins, you know the boss' adopted sons. They were both in bed with Torgeir and I think the landlord wanted the youngsters in his own bed!" Asgeir almost whispered. "Not at all my business, but the two are sexy as hell!"
Colin climbed the tall wooden fence to the stable. The stallion inside was free to walk around. He lifted his head, he sounded very horny and he blew air through his nostrils. His cock was hard and dripping.
"I think the mare is ready today, so we will release them later." Asgeir was very close. Colin put his hand inside his shorts.
"I think you are ready too, stallion. Just stay calm!" Asgeir opened the shorts and let Colin's erection pop out. Then he turned backwards and while Colin watched the horse, hanging on the wall, Asgeir sucked him. It was probably the shortest sex play ever. Colin filled Asgeir's mouth with white boy-milk to the man's satisfaction. Not a drop left his mouth.
"I have to piss!" Colin looked around.
"Go on!" Asgeir did not move.
"You mean?" Colin whispered.
"Yes, go on, do it slow!" Asgeir had again Colin's half-stiff cock in his mouth. Not a drop of the yellow liquid hit the ground or the man's body.
"Nectar!" Asgeir grinned. "A lot of wine this summer - France I understand - Bill told me!"
"Oh, yeah. Bill, sorry. I have to run home or Bill will be mad! Thanks." He gave Asgeir a high five and ran off.
"Dad, the event inside the mausoleum yesterday is already online. Take a look!" Colin had been using his iPad while Bill had a nap on the sofa after their heavy lunch.
Bill looked at the pictures and showed no special interest. "You are totally blurred, Colin. Could be anyone who sucked that cock. But the fucking picture is quite good, cut your head though."
"That was the deal! He couldn't publish his student naked on the net!"
"Four points! What does that mean?" Bill was suddenly awake.
"Churches, temples, churchyards, all over the world, are valued from 1 to 10. The mausoleum in Necropolis is four. The centre of St Peter's Square in Rome Ð I mean the Vatican - is ten. Document the sex, and you are into a contest." Colin pointed.
"Adam is here! Must be Professor Lorenzo! He invites people to send pictures and comments. A higher number will give him an extra score."
"I need to see a priest, Daddy. I need to make a confession!" He found a jacket, but was still in shorts. "When do we leave for the pub, Dad?"
"Seven o'clock! We'll meet Bruce and Johnnyboy there. Johnny has a night off from the restaurant. Be back in time!" Bill lay back down and resumed his nap on the sofa.
Colin hurried into the church just after evensong. The place was empty, but he saw a man coming out from the confessional and no one queued. Colin went inside and sat down. It could be Father John, his old friend, or it could be the new priest, Father Dominic, who played with him last time he was home. The voice he heard was the voice of the younger man.
"You need confession, son? What have you done, tell me and I'll help you."
Colin heard some lack of seriousness.
"I have sinned, Father. I have pissed in a churchyard," Colin whispered. "And I have had sex inside a mausoleum."
"Hmm!" was the only comment.
"I hope you will take me to the church tower, Father. I think I need to widen my horizon!" Colin tried to be serious.
"Meet me at the tower entrance in five minutes, son. I have to tell Father John I'll be occupied with a personal talk." Fr Dominic closed the hatch between the two `rooms'.
Colin climbed the stairs in front of the priest who was still wearing his cassock. The two round globes stretching Colin's shorts made the priest rock-hard, and Colin had a plan - a very dirty plan.
"Have you been up here before, Colin?" Fr Dominic asked.
"You mean - have you had sex up here before, eh, Father? Aye, I have, more than once. Great view and very tucked away." Colin had stripped even before he was inside the small bell-room. He opened one of the windows.
"I can see my dad's house from here!" Colin said. "I'll think of him when you fuck me, Father. He told me once that he himself had been fucked up here as a young scout. I need a picture, to tell him that things haven't changed. He handed Fr Dominic his iPhone." Colin placed his naked back to the priest, spread his legs, and used both hands to hold the wooden beam. He tried to spread his buttocks. "Try to get a good picture of my arse!" he commanded.
"You horny, Father? Please help me. You are a good rimmer, I remember. Please lick my boy-cunt, but let me suck you hard first!" Colin turned around and went down on his knees. He opened Fr Dominic's cassock and pulled down the trousers and underwear in one movement. The 23 cm (9 inch) pride, thick as a church candle as Colin found out first time they met, was already in full freedom. Colin was very pleased to suck the young priest until his voice sounded like a choirboy. He managed to take a selfie from the side. His lips, the cock and the cassock were visible.
"Ready to fuck me, Father? I've bought lube this time." He handed the man a tube of jelly before he placed himself half doggy by the window again.
"I'll take a picture when you fuck me, Father. Without showing your face! And I want you to shoot your load on my face, like in a porn movie, with the church bell in the background. I need a unique picture, you see!"
The horny priest opened Colin with his mouth and tongue before he used lubed fingers. Colin was hornier than he would have believed. The set up was like something taken from a hardcore porn movie. The huge cock entered the boy quite easy, but the boy yelled with excitement and some pain. The multi-orgasm early in the morning had given him a sore boy-cunt.
"Fick me hard, Father. Save the loving sex for next time, as my dad waits for me!" Colin moaned when the man bottomed in him. The priest was not gentle but he loved the massage of his prostate.
"I must have another picture," Colin said and managed a new selfie.
Colin looked at his watch. Ten minutes. He squeezed his arse muscles. His body took the signal. "I'm cumming, God, I'm cumming!" He shouted and fired his cum onto the walls in front of him. It wasn't the first time his seed dropped in the bell tower.
"I'm done too, Colin. I'm about to cum soon, soon!" The priest pulled out. His cassock was completely open and for a few seconds Colin could admire the hard, beautiful body.
"Film as you shoot your load onto me," Colin said, passing his phone to the priest.
With the camera in one hand and the other hand wanking, Fr Dominic managed to press the video button. A heavy geyser of man-cream left the man supposedly living a celibate life. The load almost drenched the youngster. Dots of cream dripped down Colin's face, and down his naked body. Father Dominic ended with some still pictures. Again Colin looked at his watch. Five minutes.
"We have to leave, Father. We have no ear protection!" Colin shouted. They were almost down when they heard the automatic machines which prepared the bells. Soon afterwards, the church tower shook. Colin counted the strokes with fingers in his ears - seven o'clock on a Saturday evening.
"Let me clean you, Father." Colin knelt and sucked the softening dick before using his fingers to collect most of the priest's holy nectar from his face and eating that.
I need a quick shower before I dress up!" Colin shouted as soon as he was indoors. "I have hot pictures for Adam's page, I hope, and I received the new priest's blessing."
Bill just rolled his eyes, and looked forward to a night in the pub with Colin before his `son' left him for Iceland.
Reynard had flown to Glasgow to meet up with Colin and Bill to discuss the financial outcome of Colin's summer sex shows. "It was hugely profitable and we could easily have sold two or three times as many seats," stated Reynard. "There were fans of your videos and previous shows present but they were vastly outnumbered by men who had discovered you through JustColin."
Colin smiled. "It's very flattering and I loved taking part but I don't think I could find time to do any more. Besides, it would cease to turn me on as much if I did it regularly."
"I understand that Colin and I'm not suggesting we do more shows," responded Reynard. "Perhaps you might consider appearing in videos again though. They would require less travelling on your part and we could come to Glasgow and fit filming in around your other commitments."
Colin looked at Bill and then nodded. "Maybe. I find the shows more exciting than making videos but Rusty in London said he'd love to do another video with me. In fact, he even said he would try to come up with an idea for a kinky one."
"I love the contrast between you and Rusty," said Bill. "I'm sure a video with some bdsm action would be very popular."
"The `golden showers' part of the second London show was very popular," Reynard said.
"Yeah, I was surprised to see how many men asked to join the audience when they heard about it," smiled Colin. "Is the video of that selling well online?"
"It's selling very well," replied Reynard. "You should make another one, with Kenny if possible. A lot of people have asked about him."
Colin grinned. "I wonder if he'll be pleased or embarrassed when I tell him that lots of men are turned on by him. I doubt he'll take part in a video though. He has told me a few times that his porn career is over."
"Will you make another video if we arrange to make it in Glasgow?" Reynard asked.
"Maybe during the winter months," said Colin. "I will be setting off for Iceland in a few days so the next couple of months are out."
Reynard smiled. "Okay. You can think about it and let me know."
"You could email Rusty and see if he has come up with an idea for a video," suggested Bill.
"I will do that," responded Colin.
"You will be visiting Mr Hansen in Oslo on your way to Iceland," Reynard said as he gathered his papers together. "I hope that goes well."
"It will be an interesting experience," said Colin. "Putting on a sexy show for an audience of one is something I never imagined doing."
"You'll love it though," smiled Bill. "The man is obviously crazy about you so you know he's going to be very turned on when he sees you naked."
Colin grinned. "I don't imagine I will have any trouble getting an erection."
Reynard stood up and held out his hand to Bill. As they shook hands, he said, "It has been nice seeing you again but I need to get back to the airport. I have a meeting in Paris later today."
"Okay. We'll see you again soon," said Bill.
Colin kissed Reynard's cheek and walked with him to his hire car.
To be continued