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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 68 (Olav Ð Bruce Ð playroom fun with Bill Ð new job offer)
"Keep your eyes on the road Dad, or we soon will end up in the ditch." Colin tried to find Bill's eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"How can I concentrate on the road when you two are performing in a porn show just behind my back. And we have no darkened windows like your Oslo director, son." Bill adjusted his bulge. "I think the lorry drivers are happy for the show though, but remember we are in puritanical Scotland!"
For a while Bill just listened to the piss-brothers sucking and rimming each other. When he heard Olav's familiar heavy breathing telling he was about to cum, his eyes went back to the two naked youngsters. Olav had been in his bed since the day of his arrival in Scotland. Both Bill and Olav had been very excited when they waited for Colin at the airport just outside Edinburgh. The flight had been slightly delayed and Olav had been to and from the bathroom like a nervous girl in the last hours.
When Colin finally emerged from the Arrivals gate, he couldn't wait. He greeted his Norwegian boyfriend with a tight hug as if he had been away for years. It was not more than six weeks since Colin had left Bergen, but a lot had happened in Bill's house.
Olav had worked on Colin's new attic office every day and he had tried to give it touches showing the relationship between the two of them. Now he just waited to see his friend move in.
Bill almost forgot the earlier warning. Olav was on his elbows and knees on the backseat, opening up for a rimming from Colin. The well-trained sucker and rimmer used his tongue to lick and slurp Olav's boy-cunt. Every time Colin rolled his tongue like a small worm and penetrated his friend, Olav answered with a sore cry. Colin collected the dripping pre-cum from his young lover and stopped to lick it from his fingers.
"Am I better than my dad?" Colin teased. Olav just moaned. "But Bill is a great fucker, isn't he Bro? He's the best, isn't he?" Colin dived into Olav's arsecrack again.
"I'm, I'mÉ! " Olav shouted.
"Don't spit your jizz in the seat boy, or I will have to spank both of you. Crazy rabbits!" Again Bill's eyes went away from the road. The athletic Colin had no problem turning around. He placed his open mouth underneath Olav's dripping cock. He put two fingers inside the open boy-cunt. His other hand tugged the well-filled balls. A loud moan told Bill that Olav was into his third orgasm of the day. He had given the boy a farewell fuck the same morning and the easy-to-cum Norwegian had shot his load twice before they had left the bed. Now Bill felt both horny and a bit embarrassed. He would have loved to take part in the show, but this was the youngsters' reunion.
When Bill again looked in the mirror, he could see Colin lick his lips and swallow the cum he just had received. "You taste sweet, Bro. No garlic this morning, eh?" Colin gave Olav his mouth and the two melted together in a long lasting kiss.
Bill blushed now. Kissing between lovers felt a bit private and he wanted all the best for his son' and his Norwegian piss-brother'. Colin had been away from his own family for years, and he knew the boy had a brother out there somewhere, but Olav was his own choice, and his only `family' beside Bill now. The weeks alone in Bill's house had brought a new connection between him and Olav, and Colin was happy for that.
Again Bill looked in the mirror. The two beautiful young bodies managed to meet in a sort of 69, and Colin's smooth arse and hard balls were just behind him. Bill groped his bulge. He was dripping wet. Blue lights from a police-car passed them and made Bill wake up. He had to turn off the motorway very soon and head for their own small town.
Colin fucked Olav's mouth and throat like a well-trained top. The cock-size of the youngster was perfect for his piss-brother's mouth.
"I'm cumming, cumming. Bro, bro, I'm cumming!" Colin filled Olav's mouth. Colin's orgasm made him tremble. Bill felt Colin's legs pressing against the back of his seat and it was as if he was part of the orgasm.
For a long time there was only silence from the backseat. "I'm hungry, Dad. What have you prepared for dinner? I could eat a horse! I have longed for your food these last few weeks!" Colin sat up and kissed Bill's neck from behind. They passed the `Welcome to South Ayrshire' sign and would soon be home.
"We have prepared some smoked sheep skulls!" Olav grinned.
"And some sheep balls!" Bill added.
"Good, good!" Colin grinned. "And I have brought the drinks, Daddy. I have a bottle of `BlackDeath' in my bag!"
Colin could see the church tower behind the hilly landscape. He was home after his first long stay away from Bill and Scotland. "I love you guys, both of you. It's really nice to be home. Thank you for keeping daddy fully potent while I was away, Bro!" Again he kissed Olav deep and tenderly.
"Maybe the two of you should put on some clothes!" Bill passed the bus-shelter where he had picked up his `son' years ago. Both he and Colin always had a special feeling when they got back home from trips away and passed this spot in the High Street.
"This is the best place on earth, Dad. Watching you cooking and tasting and chatting is to be home for real!" Colin sat next to the kitchen table watching his dad at the stove. Olav had almost fainted on the sofa after the events in the car. Bill had denied the two permission to leave the house before the meal. The presentation of the attic office had to wait. One of the few absolute rules in the house was to be present when hot food was served.
Colin yawned and tried to comb his curly hair with his fingers. "I need a haircut, Dad. Do you think Bruce is home?" Bruce, Bill's best friend, and Colin's adopted uncle, had done the boy's hair for years.
"He will be here this afternoon. He is anxious to see you. He was in America before you went to Iceland, remember!" Bill was about to place the food on the table. Both Bill and Colin loved to eat at the small kitchen table instead of bringing the food into the formal dining room.
"Call the Viking! He was exhausted after the welcome show, I know, but we eat now." Bill placed salad and rice and also some traditional beers on the table.
Two naked youngsters fighting each other with wet towels hurried down the stairs from the bathroom. Bill's meal had been great. The chilli con carne had been exactly what Colin had hoped for. They stopped when they saw that Bruce had arrived.
"What the hell, Colin! You look like you've just come from the jungle. My baby is gone, is he?" Bruce embraced Colin and hugged him tight, then he ruffled his half-wet dark curls. "And your cock-hair is like an old man's all of a sudden!" Bruce cupped Colin's cock and balls with his big hand.
"Didn't know that he grows curly hair down here, Bill." Colin moaned when Bruce squeezed his balls. "No razors in Iceland, boy?" Bruce didn't move his hand and Colin started to become erect. "But there's still life down here, I see!" Rather roughly, Bruce pulled Colin's foreskin behind the glans and used a finger to collect some clear fluid. Olav had put the towel around his hips. Now he just watched the scene and blushed.
"I need a haircut, Bruce. You think you couldÉ" Colin couldn't talk any more. The grip around his balls made his knees tremble. It was painful but also sexy. For a moment he was completely turned on in front of his `father' and his young boyfriend.
"Yes, you need a haircut. Let me check what else needs to be trimmed. Bend over!" Bruce forced Colin to bend and show his butt. "Spread your legs and open that beauty." Bruce let two fingers follow the arsecrack down to Colin's balls. "Not a single hair here, nor on the balls either." He was giving Bill a report rather than talking to Colin or himself.
"Stand up and lift your arms!" Again Bruce commanded rather than requested. Colin watched his dad who was smiling brightly. Bruce sniffed the newly-washed armpit. Then he kissed and licked the smooth skin. Colin whimpered softly. Bruce went to the other side and inspected the other armpit before turning his attention to Colin's chest. "Baby, baby!" Bruce sucked Colin's nipples. Then he looked at Bill.
"As smooth as ever! Find the scissors and the razor, Bill. We'll start with your cock, Colin, and then we need to get rid of those hairs coming through on you lower legs. Look at your friend from Bergen. I helped Bill to fix him the other day. Sexy, eh?" Bruce gave Olav a smile. The boy blushed. Bill put his arms around the young Norwegian and kissed his neck. Olav's towel came loose and fell to the floor. He did nothing to cover his hard-on. Bill used a hand to caress Olav's smooth pubic area and lifted his balls with the other. "I want Colin like this!" Bill said.
"Two babies in bed tonight then, lucky man!" Bruce was the one who teased now. A long thread of slime was hanging from Colin's rock-hard erection. Bill caught it with a finger and fed Olav. "We'd better move to the bathroom. Colin knows that spunk on the carpet will be followed by spank on his bare butt! Go on. Olav. You may assist Bruce."
At last it was time for Olav to show Colin what he had done in the attic over the last few weeks. Dressed in baggy jogging suits, they entered the house next door, the house Colin had bought from Anton, when he was moving back home to The Netherlands. The renovation company would start in a few days, turning the house into a student home, but Colin had wanted a private cave in the attic and Olav had been very happy to paint and furnish the room.
"I want to blindfold you, love!" Olav pulled a black scarf from his pocket. Colin grinned and let the Norwegian blind him. Then he put his arms around Olav and let his tongue penetrate the waiting mouth. Minutes later Olav gasped. "We were to go upstairs," he whispered.
"Aye, but we could have fucked on the stairs first, couldn't we?" Colin said. Olav pushed his blindfolded friend upwards. The stairs to the attic were very steep, but Olav was close behind when he opened the door. Some smell of new paint met them, but also the smell of clean wood.
"Turn around, and I'll will let you see your new secret studio!" Olav unfastened the scarf and let Colin rub his eyes. Colin looked around, almost with an open mouth.
"It's damn crazy, Bro! It's really something. You have worked hard here!" Colin turned around once more. The walls were grey like stone, and all the old wooden frames were dark brown. One wall had a huge mirror making the room appear double sized, and the other wall was covered by a very artistic photo.
The most impressive item in the room was a huge red leather sofa. Beside that, the room had an old-fashioned desk and a very modern black office chair in steel and plastic.
"We kept all the old pegs and hooks!" Olav pointed at the rustic beams. "Maybe you want some training stuff up here." He grinned.
"Where did you find this sofa?" Colin sat down. "Looks like it came from a brothel."
"Could be. I didn't know that Bill had a lady friend just down the street. It's from her!" Olav knelt beside Colin and put his arms around him.
"You really brought Linda's sofa up here. That would have been quite a job. We must baptise the sofa, Bro, to get rid of the woman influence. I want our DNA here as soon as possible." Colin stripped off Olav's hoodie and his own sweater.
"Mine is there already!" Olav blushed. "I had a wank thinking of you while looking at the picture over there!" He pointed at the stone circle poster on the wall. "You remember we fucked there for the first time - almost exactly two years ago. Hope you like it!"
"I love it! I will never forget our first days in Shetland. We fucked day and night remember? And we pissed in all possible places!" Colin grinned. "But no pissing up here. Bro. You have done such a great job. Let me suck you now. Let us baptise this room." He stripped. His body was like a real youngster's after the shaving a short while earlier. The creamy smooth pubic area, the cock and the balls were all completely smooth. Colin could easily act sixteen again, or perhaps even younger.
"Dad likes my baby-look!" Colin looked at his own body in the mirror. "But I think you have spoiled him when I was in Iceland. He hasn't missed me, I'm sure!" Colin whispered. He undressed his piss-brother. The two boys were rock-hard, horny and ready for a fast mouth-fuck.
"Not true, not damn true!" Olav hugged his friend. "He called me son from time to time, and when he came he often used your name. He's a damn good shooter for someone that old."
"Don't call him old, Bro. He will fuck the shit out of you just to prove his strength." Colin pushed Olav down and placed himself on the top of him. Two white bodies, one curly and dark haired, the other fair like a Nordic summer. In a sixty-nine position they found cocks, balls and boy-cunts. Lips, tongues and fingers did the job and soon the moaning and yelling told that the two were ready to produce their young loads. As if they had planned this action ahead, both soon were on their knees, giving their small cocks some final strokes.
"I'm cumming Bro, cumming! You too, eh? Let us, let us!" Colin shouted. Olav closed his eyes. His white, dotted, cum hit Colin and the red sofa. Colin was next, mixing his thinner spunk with his Norwegian lover's. The sofa and the bodies were drowned in cum.
"It has a very `red light' look now." Colin grinned. "Let's clean up!" He knelt and started to lick dripping jizz from Olav's body. Then he went on to clean the sofa the same way.
"I'll get some proper cleaning materials," Olav said with a smile. He opened the desk and found what was needed for cleaning, but they managed to do most of the job with mouths and tongues.
"Did you bring the dream-cocks?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, and I have brought your Iceland souvenirs!" He opened a bag. The two first decorations were Colin's favourite dildos, the replicas of Bill's and Kasim's cocks. Now they were placed on the window sill.
"And this is my gift from Reykjavik!" Colin grinned and handed Olav a model of the handball team's silver cocks. "Just half size! Could be my own! MaybeÉ" A loud knock on the door interrupted the presentation.
"You ready for a visitor?" Bill opened the door. "Or do you need more time for the installation?"
The nude Colin welcomed his daddy with a hug and a deep kiss. Olav was suddenly at bit shy and tried to cover his still cum-wet groin with his hands.
"Come here, Olav. Don't be shy because Colin is back. There's not a spot on your body that I haven't kissed in recent weeks." Bill pulled Olav close. The tall man held both of his young lovers tight. Now he kissed both deep and hot. "Nice cocks you have over there, Colin, but isn't the real thing better?" He cupped his groin. Colin was almost shocked. He was not used to seeing his dad acting slutty and inviting like this.
"Nice to see your hiding place, son, but I think you need a priest to give the cave a real blessing. You allow me the pleasure, son?" Colin watched Bill when he stripped off his white t-shirt. The man's muscles were impressive for a man almost sixty. "Have you been to the gym every day, Dad? You look like a real hunk. You had to impress Olav, hadn't you?" Colin teased.
"Olav is used to his uncle, you know, your former professor." Bill looked from Colin to Olav. "You told me how hard he is, Olav. You even said that your uncle fucked both you and two African students without losing his erection. What about me then? I hope you were satisfied." Bill stripped off his shorts. For the first time Colin saw his dad in a white JustColin jock. His 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock was rock-hard and he had trouble keeping it inside the small underwear. Colin pushed Olav down in front of his dad. A bit uncertain, Olav sniffed the bulge and then put out a tongue for inspection. Colin who never had lost his erection after the show with Olav, let his tiny cock touch his piss-brother's chin.
"No guys, I'm not the one to be served now. Let's see what Anton gave me for you, Colin." He turned from the boys and found a black box he had carried in a bag. "He said you had made some arrangements, Olav?" Bill pointed at the wall.
"Anton just wanted me to pretend to be Colin. We're same size as you know, sir." Olav felt uncertain. Bill was different from the man who had been very careful, but also extremely horny in bed both in the evenings and the mornings of the last few weeks. Now he was more aggressive and dominant, as if he had to prove something. Colin smiled. He knew his dad well. The almost non-drinking man had needed some stimulation. His rock-hard cock was dripping.
Bill hadn't told a living soul that he had been afraid to lose his imagined battle against Icelandic stallions and sexy professors. For first time in years, he had used a double blue-pill to be certain. "Back against the wall, hands in the air, spread your legs!" His voice was commanding. "I must show him who's the boss around here," he whispered to himself.
"Lock his legs, Olav." Bill handed him two cuffs with rings for the hooks on the wall. "I'll do your wrists, boy. Don't believe this room is an ordinary study! Anton made his young lovers scream up here, you see!" Bill was standing in the middle of the room inspecting his son bound to the rustic wall in a rather uncomfortable position. He went up to Colin and without warning he squeezed his nipples and tortured them with his fingernails. Colin yelled, but his cock produced pre-cum again so the lad was probably ready for more action.
"Find my bag, Olav!" Bill commanded.
"Kyle, you remember my friend from my younger days, the man with the whip collection." Bill stopped. Colin remembered well the wealthy headmaster with torture instruments as wall decorations. "Kyle has sent you a present for your private study." Olav opened the bag. He first handed Bill a cock-whip, then a rather stiff riding-crop with a thick leather ending. And finally Olav brought out a dark leather school tawse from the bag. "Were you ever punished in school, Olav?" Bill used the divided leather punisher to hit his own hand. The sound of leather hitting flesh filled the room.
"No, sir. No physical punishment is allowed in schools at home. There would be a national scandal if it happened. But my schoolmistress in first grade tugged my ear more than once because I always was a bit of a clown." Olav's eyes went from Bill's cock to the punishing equipment, and then to Colin who was obviously very excited as he looked at the so-called gift.
"That's why he hates women!" Colin grinned. Olav said nothing.
`Okay, let's make this room a real study." Bill hung the crop and the tawse on a hook. "Ready to get your pale body coloured, son?" The cock-whip teased Colin's nipples from side to side. The boy gritted his teeth when Bill went from teasing to real whipping. The soft ends of the cock-whip hit the sore nipples. Colin's whole upper body started to turn pink. Bill used an open hand to caress him. But then a new stroke hit Colin's upper body.
"Lick his dick, Olav. He likes this!" Colin had closed his eyes. He moaned lightly when Olav licked the wet cockhead. "Sweet taste, boy! Let's see if we can get some more juice from him!" Bill almost pushed Olav down on the sofa.
The cock-whip hit Colin's balls from underneath but he remained silent. The cock-whip hit the stiff cock from all directions. Bill was sweating. He was very excited up here in the attic room. Bill then hit Colin's hips making the boy struggle in the cuffs. "You can take more, son? You like me to boss you, don't you?" He cupped Colin's balls and tugged them down. The result was that Colin almost shot pre-cum over his dad's hairy arms.
"Yes sir, please sir. I want to be fucked, sir. I need that huge cock!" Colin tried to play Bill's game but was a bit uncertain because his piss-brother wasn't into the pain receiving business like himself.
"Let's turn the professor around, Olav. He wants cock yes, but he needs a good old-fashioned spanking first. It's been a while since I last punished you, son. You have acquired some bad manners in recent weeks, haven't you?" Bill whispered in Colin's ear.
"Yes, sir. I have, sir. You'd better correct me!" Colin almost whispered. His legs were spread to the limit. When he pushed his bum back, his arsecrack opened and the hairless pink boy-cunt was fully visible. Bill's open hand landed without warning. The sound was like a shot, and Colin yelled. The next stroke was even harder. The result was red hand marks on the white globes, marks that faded quite fast.
Bill gave Colin's back a round with the cock-whip. He looked at Olav who had spread his legs and was openly playing with his cock. "Let me see you doggy!" Bill commanded and Olav turned around with legs on the floor and his upper body on the red sofa. Bill gave him some strokes with the whip. The boy whimpered, but Bill checked his cock. He was dripping hard. Another round of strokes followed. Olav yelled now.
"Please Dad, please sir, do me, do me! My brother isn't made for this play!" Colin begged.
"Okay, I give you double then!" Bill found the riding crop. The taps on the buttocks were light, but soon the marks from the leather could be seen. Bill went behind Colin. "Spread your legs, open up. Open!" Colin did what he was asked to do. The crop hit his balls from underneath. Again Colin moaned, more in surprise than because of the pain. The next strokes were harder and Colin whimpered. Bill went close to him and let his huge cock follow the crack. "You let me boss you now, son. You are mine, aren't you?" He used both hands to squeeze the sore nipples.
"Yes, sir. Yours only, sir. Forgive me for forgetting. Forgive me for being stupid, sir! Please fuck me, Daddy. I'm home!" Colin tried to turn his head to find Bill's eyes.
"Help me unlock your brother, Olav, but don't think you are free to act like sluts again up here, fucking like rabbits, and spunking like teens! Let me show you something different. On your knees, bend over, hands above your neck!"
Bill found the double split tawse on the wall. He was to mark his boys, but he wasn't going to hurt them. The tawse hit Olav first, and then Colin with double the force. After six strokes he ended. Colin had very visible marks on both buttocks while Olav's butt had turned from white to pink. Colin was still rock-hard when he turned around, but the young Norwegian had lost his erection.
"Prepare each other!" Bill commanded and gave Colin the tub of lube. With tongues, lips and fingers they soon were ready for the man who stripped his partly wet jock and showed off his huge cock and his hanging hairy balls. Both the boys knew every part of the man's fucking abilities and now they were happy to prepare his cock for a final baptism of Colin's private playroom.
Side by side the two young guys used their mouths to suck and lick their mature lover who showed every sign of affection.
"Stand in front the sofa, bow down, be the whores you act like. Not the first ones on this stool, for sure. Spread your legs. Open up! Open!" Bill forced his greased cock into his son's opened boy-cunt. With a raw scream, Colin received it. "Would have worked well on stage!" Bill thought, but he knew better. Colin received exactly what he wanted, a hard fuck from his best lover.
Colin moaned when Bill withdrew. He had been very close to the edge. He used a hand on his stiff dick. The result was a hard spank on his butt. "Hands on your neck, slut" Bill snorted while he penetrated his piss-brother.
Olav had almost cum while Colin was fucked, and now he shot his white load all over the red leather sofa. He shot and moaned and shot again while Bill battered his prostate with his huge weapon. Seconds later Bill was back inside Colin. He bottomed in his son again and again, and Colin couldn't resist now. He followed Olav's example and shot and shot his boy-milk all over the brothel-like sofa. The two boys turned around and met a grin from Bill. "You liked the old man, didn't you?" The two just looked at each other.
"Eat the cum now, and lie down side by side. I want to see all of you. Raise your legs, and lift your butts. I'm gonna make you cum again, and I'm gonna feed you babies some real man-seed."
"He sleeps now, but his cock is still hard. Twice tonight. What have you done with Bill while I was in Iceland?" Colin gave Olav his hand. "We can't go naked in the street, but we use the back garden. I have made a new entrance through the hedge." The two naked youngsters hurried downstairs and found the back door to the garden. Minutes afterwards they were pissing each other down in Bill's bathroom.
"Breakfast is ready, guys. Full Scottish!" Bill opened the door to Colin's old room. The two `brothers' shared the duvet. "Tired this morning, eh? Thought you young ones had a bit more to give!" The close to sixty-year old smiled when he left for the kitchen. His son was back home even if he had organised a new man-cave for himself next door.
Colin was surprised to receive a letter via the university office. He was intrigued to see from the envelope that it came from the Swinton Advertising Agency, a firm based at an address on the eastern edge of Glasgow. He found a seat and started reading.
"Dear Colin,
My partner and I have been following you since JustColin was launched and we think you would be perfect for our project.
The government-backed project is aimed at tackling the obesity problem among young people in Scotland. We are going to produce a series of tv commercials explaining the benefits of healthy eating, combined with exercise and we invite you to join us.
It will not clash with your JustColin commitments and of course we are not advertising anything similar! All the filming will be done here in Glasgow and we can fit in with your university studies.
The aim is to show that eating better is fairly easy and not necessarily more expensive. We may film you preparing simple meals and hope you will not object to being topless at all times, showing off your very fit body.
Exercise will probably be limited to walking, running and swimming since these don't require expensive equipment and can be done solo.
We can't offer the large fees paid on behalf of a big commercial outfit like JustColin but I am sure you will agree that this is a very worthwhile project.
Please give me a call and we can meet to discuss the matter.
Kind regards, Mike Ramage"
Colin found the idea interesting and he thought about it as he walked home. Once there, he went online to do some research. He learned that the agency had been in existence for ten years and that Mike Ramage and his partner Brian Robertson had previously worked for an internationally known firm based in London. He also learned that the pair were married!
Colin also found photos of the pair online. He estimated them to be in their mid-to-late forties and thought they were handsome.
Later that evening he phoned Bill and told him about the job offer. "Yes, it's a good project but you don't want anything else that might interfere with your studies. JustColin already takes up some of your free time," said Bill.
"I know, Dad," said Colin. "But the job is here in Glasgow so no travelling is involved. I can easily manage a couple of hours occasionally, especially for a project like this. Will you come with me if I arrange an interview?"
Bill realised that Colin had made up his mind and agreed to go with him to the interview.
Less than a week after the initial contact, Colin and Bill visited the offices of the advertising agency in Baillieston late on a Friday afternoon. They received a warm welcome from Mike, who turned out to be 49 years old and taller than Colin expected at 188 cm (6ft 2in). Mike had been blond in his younger days but now was almost bald.
"Call me Mike. It's all first names here," he said as he shook Bill's hand. "Brian's on the phone but he will join us in a few minutes. Can I get you coffeeÉor tea?"
"We're fine, thanks," said Colin. "I'm happy to be involved in the project but I'm curious about how we're going to get the message across in short tv ads."
"Most ads on tv here are only 30 seconds long but that is long enough to highlight the message and direct viewers to where they can find more information," said Mike. "We hope to post videos on YouTube for example. There will also be messages on various social media platforms. A well-known face like yours will attract the attention of the age group we're aiming at."
Just then Brian entered the room. "I'm Brian. My apologies for not being here for your arrival." He looked at Bill and then at Colin. "I know who you are." He smiled as he held his hand out.
"Hello Brian. This is my partner, Bill. He's also my business manager," said Colin.
As Brian shook Bill's and said hello to him, Colin took the opportunity to check out the new man. Brian was even taller than Mike at 193 cm (6ft 4in). He was also more muscular. His hair was dark with touches of grey at the temples. Colin would later learn that Brian was 52, older than he looked.
"I was just telling Bill and Colin about our plans to advertise on social media and on YouTube as well as on tv," Mike said when Brian was seated beside him.
Brian nodded. "We plan some old-fashioned newspaper and magazine adverts too. I'll show you some of our ideas." He went on to show Colin and Bill storyboard sketches for some tv, newspaper and magazine adverts. "We're also hopingÉif you will agreeÉthat there might be appearances on some of the morning/lunchtime chat shows."
"Aren't they live? I don't think I could manage that," said Colin.
"Yes, they are broadcast live but most are willing to include some pre-recorded pieces," said Brian. "We can record them at a time which suits you."
"And tv appearances will pay more," said Mike. "I'm afraid our budget doesn't allow us to pay much more than the industry minimum for the ads."
"I understand that but it's for a good cause," smiled Colin.
"There might be non-cash benefits," said Brian. Colin's cock stirred at the possibility of a sexual benefit before Brian explained what he meant. "Obviously we will be pushing the benefits of fresh food compared to processed items. Suppliers - especially those who see their names mentioned - are likely to give you some of their stock to take home."
Mike jumped in and said, "And if we film at a sports facility, we will try to arrange a year's free membership for you and a friend."
Colin immediately thought of Kenny. "I have a very good friend who plays rugby. He's a tall, good-looking guy and I could probably get him to demonstrate sports that I am not into."
"Yeah? That could be good," smiled Brian.
"I love swimming and I'm used to modelling swim-briefs," Colin said, winking at Brian.
Brian smiled. "We'd love to film you at a swimming pool."
"None of this can interfere with Colin's studies," stated Bill.
"We accept that. We have already arranged with one of the tv studios to have access in the evenings and at weekends," said Mike. "We can shoot several tv ads in one session so we won't be calling on Colin every week."
"Okay. I think we're agreed in principle." Colin looked at Bill who nodded.
"Great. I'll get our lawyers to send you the contract," said Brian. He smiled and then winked at Colin. "I look forward to working with you."
Colin grinned. "I seem to be good at finding jobs where I'm expected to be semi-naked."
Mike had been making some notes and had missed the exchange between Brian and Colin. "Oh, I wouldn't describe this as working semi-naked. Just toplessÉexcept of course when we film you swimming."
"I don't mind being semi-naked around sexy men like you two," said Colin.
"Colin!" Bill was annoyed that Colin should flirt during a job interview. "Sorry, guys. My horny son gets carried away sometimes."
Mike smiled. "We were all horny at that age, weren't we? And Brian and I are flattered to be described as sexy by someone as young and cute as Colin."
Colin smiled and Bill said, "Yes, wellÉhe should know to behave better."
"Cool it, Dad. Mike and Brian are gay like us," said Colin. "I knew they wouldn't be upset by me calling them sexy."
"You've done your research on us. Wise man," smiled Brian. "We're finished for the day now. Would you like to join us for dinner?"
Colin looked at Bill for agreement and then said, "Yes, we'd like that."
"There is a restaurant nearby that does excellent Greek and Italian food," said Mike. "Does that suit you?"
"I'm happy with that," Colin replied with a smile.
Colin managed to stop himself openly flirting at the restaurant but he found both men attractive, particularly the bigger Brian. Bill enjoyed the food and the chat during the meal. "They seem like really nice guys," he said to Colin as they drove home.
"Yeah. I think I will enjoy working with them." Colin adjusted his little stiffy. "Now though I'm very happy to have a weekend with you. Now let's go back to the apartment. Kenny's out for the evening and I need you to fuck me.
Reynard had flown to Glasgow to meet up with Colin and Bill and 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 outnumbered by men who had discovered you through JustColin. The income from video sales in the last few months is almost as much as the income from the shows themselves."
Colin smiled. "That means hundreds of men have now watched me getting fucked. The thought turns me on and I do love taking part but I don't think I could find time to do any more shows. 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. 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 but only one or two. 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. Maybe a bit of piss action since Rusty is into that."
"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 just got back from Iceland a few days ago so the next couple of months are out. I need to catch up on my studies."
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.
"Did you enjoy visiting Mr Hansen in Oslo before you went to Iceland?" Reynard asked as he gathered his papers together.
"It was an interesting experience," said Colin. "Putting on a sexy show for an audience of one was something I never imagined doing."
"You loved it though," smiled Bill. "The man is obviously crazy about you."
Colin grinned. "I didn't 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. "Drive safely, my old friend. Remember that we drive on the left here."
Once back inside the apartment, Colin said to Bill, "I should email Rusty now in case I forget." He picked up his phone and sent a short message off to Rusty, telling him that Reynard was keen for him to make another video and asking if he had come up with any ideas.
Colin received an email reply from Rusty the same evening.
"Hi Colin,
I'm pleased to hear that you're going ahead with another porn video. I'm looking forward to working with you again.
I wonder if you'd like to film a threesome. I have this mate, calls himself Apollo because he likes to think of himself as a sex god. He's a big, butch guy - hairy, beard, some tattoos - but what might appeal to you is his cock. It's only about 18 cm (7 inches) long but the girth! Well, it easily falls into the `beer-can thick' category. It won't be easy for you to take but you've had a few DP's so I know you'll manage.
He hasn't made any videos before but I'm sure he won't have any trouble performing in front of a camera. He loves an audience at the gay club we both attend occasionally. He's into bondage and watersports so the video can be as kinky as you like.
Nude photo of Apollo is attached.
Cheers, Rusty"
Colin studied the photo. "Not the most handsome man I have known but my fans would love the contrast between the two of usÉand that is an impressive cock," he thought.
Bill wasn't too keen when Colin showed him Rusty's email and the photo of Apollo. "I'm worried that he could hurt you. His tool looks very thick."
"It can't be any harder to take than some of the double penetrations I've managed, plus I will be really horny knowing that hundreds of men are likely to see the video," responded Colin. "And Rusty will open me up first."
Bill sighed. "Sounds as if you have already made up your mind. Okay, go ahead if that's what you want."
Colin hugged Bill. "Thanks, Dad. It will be fun."
Colin waited until the next morning before telling Rusty that he wanted to make a video with him and Apollo. He explained it probably couldn't be filmed until January in view of other commitments and hoped that he and Apollo would enjoy a short visit to Glasgow.
Colin then emailed Reynard and told him of his plans for the video. "Don has Rusty's contact details and he can get in touch with Apollo through him. I will be free in the second half of January so filming during a weekend then would suit me," he concluded.
Mike phoned Colin and asked if he was free to record a tv interview which would be broadcast just after the launch of the anti-obesity campaign. A time and date were quickly agreed for later that same week. "Brian and I will meet you at the studio and chat about what to say," Mike told Colin.
Colin tried to ignore the cameras and the strong studio lights and focus on the two twenty-something hosts doing the interview. He had been introduced to the pair earlier by Mike and Brian and quickly realised that he had nothing in common with them.
"Today we have with us someone you may have seen on posters advertising underwear and swimwear. Welcome, Colin."
"It's good to be here, Natalie," smiled Colin.
"You're a student at university here in Glasgow. How do you keep so fit?" Tommy asked.
"By trying to eat healthily and taking regular exercise," replied Colin. "Swimming is my favourite sport and I manage to fit in a session at the pool most days."
"Not everyone can afford a gym membership or even a regular session in their nearest swimming pool," Tommy said. "What cheap form of exercise do you suggest?"
"I'd say go for a run," replied Colin. "You can fit one in whenever it suits and you can build up gradually to long runs. I go for a run quite often."
"And what would you say to our older viewers who think they don't have time for exercise?" Natalie asked.
"Well, you can find time if you make an effort," said Colin. "You can also do something as simple as taking a brisk walk instead of a short car or bus journey. Climb stairs instead of taking a lift." He smiled and added, "If you are in a relationship, I would say make love more often. Sex is a great form of exercise."
The two presenters laughed. "Let's talk about food," said Natalie. "Many students don't spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Is it possible to eat healthily on a budget?"
"Yes. It just requires a little planning," replied Colin. "If you shop in advance, you can whip up a tasty meal in about the same time as it takes to phone for a pizza and it will usually cost you less. Pasta dishes and stir-fries are quick and easy."
"There are a number of suggested recipes in this government leaflet." Tommy held a leaflet up to the camera and then gave details of how to obtain it.
"I'm guessing you don't have a sweet tooth, Colin," Natalie said. "Any advice for those of us who can't resist a cake or a bar of chocolate?"
Colin smiled. "My dad would tell you that I have a very sweet tooth. However, if you want to stay fit, you need to make some sacrifices. Grab an apple or a banana instead but give yourself an occasional treat. And drink good Scottish water instead of a sweet, fizzy drink."
"Good advice, Colin. Thanks." Tommy turned to the camera and said, "Full details of the campaign can be found on our website. Details are shown at the bottom of your screen now."
The director signalled that filming had ended and Colin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fancy going for a pint or two?" Tommy asked Colin.
Colin laughed and patted his stomach. "And end up with a beer belly? No, thanks. Anyway I'm going for dinner with Mike and Brian now. It was nice meeting you guys." He shook hands with Natalie and Tommy before hurrying away.
"Can you believe that guy? I've just finished talking about eating and drinking healthily and he suggests going for a couple of pints. What a plonker!"
Mike grinned. "He might think he will always be slim but that won't be the case if he drinks beer regularly."
"I heard what you said about having dinner with us," said Brian. "When did we agree that?"
Colin laughed. "Sorry. I just needed an excuse to avoid spending more time with those two. I'm sure you have other plans."
Brian smiled. "I'm just teasing you. We'd be happy to have dinner with you."
"Something healthy, of course," said Mike.
To be continued