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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 70 (Craig - tenants for Colin's house - playroom fun with Bruce)
Colin had enjoyed his time in the studio. The interview hadn't been as nerve-wracking as he had expected and the chef he had worked with - a Scottish-born man of Chinese ethnicity - had been very nice. "Very handsome too. I wonder if he might fancy me," he said to himself as he walked along the corridor towards the main door. "Perhaps I should have flirted with him. I'm really horny now." Colin sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket. He was looking at the screen when he walked into a man coming from a corridor on the left. "I'm terribly sorry," he said. "That was my fault."
The man bent down to pick up the file he had dropped while saying, "It's okay. No real harm done." When he straightened up, he smiled at Colin. "I think I know you."
"And I think I know you," said Colin as he looked into the blue eyes of the tall blond. "You present my favourite quiz show."
"And you are the famous JustColin," the man responded. "You model my favourite underwear."
Colin grinned. "That's right. I never imagined you might wear my skimpy underwear."
Craig laughed. "To be honest, I only have a couple of JustColin briefs. I like seeing you modelling briefs and swimsuits though."
"Yeah? What would you say if I offered to model some privately for you?"
Craig groaned. "Don't tease!"
Colin smiled. "Why do you think I'm teasing? If it would turn you on and you give me what I need afterwards, I'd happily model for you."
Craig's question about what Colin needed was met with a wink and "I'm horny."
Craig looked at Colin with some doubt. "Seriously? I'm more than twice your age."
"I like older men," said Colin. "You can even take photos of me naked as long as you don't share them with anyone else."
"I'd never share any photos, I promise," Craig said.
"Okay. It would turn me on posing for you," smiled Colin. "You know what I'd need afterwards, don't you?"
Craig smiled and whispered, "A blowjob?"
Colin shook his head. "That would be quite nice but I'd prefer a good hard fucking. Would you be up for giving me that?"
"You're joking!" Craig said. "I'd love that! I've wanked off a few times thinking about fucking your fabulous arse."
"In that case, I think we have a deal," said Colin. "I need to get back to uni now though. Are you free one evening this week?"
"I'll be free whenever suits you," replied Craig.
"How about Thursday?" Colin asked.
"Thursday evening?" Craig thought for a moment and said, "Yes. I can re-arrange what I had planned for that evening. Shall I pick you up somewhere and we can go back to my place?"
"Yes. That would be good," replied Colin. "I'd love to see you wearing one of my JustColin items."
Craig laughed. "I'll try to remember. Now let's swap phone numbers."
As Colin left the building, he smiled to himself. "We didn't even shake hands and I've offered to let him fuck me. I can just see Dad rolling his eyes when I tell him."
Forty-eight year old Craig was parked in a side street near the university waiting to take Colin to his riverside apartment. He wasn't in the habit of inviting young guys home. In fact, he hadn't invited anyone home since his last relationship (with a man only one year younger than himself) ended almost a year ago. "I must be crazy," he told himself. He had almost decided to cancel the hook-up when Colin phoned him at lunchtime to confirm that their date was still on and said that he was really looking forward to being with him.
Craig checked his watch. It was just approaching five o'clock and Colin was due at five. Suddenly there was a knock on the window of the front passenger door. It was Colin. Craig unlocked the door and Colin slid into the seat beside him with a big smile on his face.
"Hi Craig. I can hardly believe I'm with a man I've watched regularly on the telly for several years," Colin said as he dumped his bag between his feet. "You've given me a hard-on a few times."
Craig laughed. "I guess that is a compliment."
Colin nodded. "You're very sexy."
"Not as sexy as you," responded Craig. He started his car and headed south. "A busy day at uni?"
"I had a couple of lectures this afternoon but it will soon be time to start revision. I've got exams coming up in early December," replied Colin.
"I never really liked school," Craig said. He smiled and added, "You never said why you were at the tv studio but I discovered that you're involved in some publicity campaign. Something to do with exercise and healthy eating?"
"That's correct," said Colin. He gave Craig a brief outline of what he was doing.
"Sounds interesting. Well, here we are. Home sweet home." Craig turned into a complex of two-storey terraced houses on the banks of the River Clyde. There were landscaped gardens in front of the houses while the rear faced the river.
Colin got out of the car and looked around. "This is a lovely. You are lucky to live here."
"I like it. It's nice to live in a quiet area but still be only minutes away from the city centre," said Craig. "Come and see inside."
Craig led the way to a unit on the upper floor and into a large open plan living/dining room and kitchen. "Wow! That is impressive," Colin said when he looked out over the river. It was getting dark outside but the view was amazing.
"I enjoy sitting on the balcony and watching the movements on the river on sunny days," said Craig. "Too chilly for that today."
Colin turned and smiled at the older man. "I'm sure we can find ways to keep warm."
Craig laughed. "I need a cuppa and we should chat and get to know each other a little before we, umÉget down to serious business."
"I wouldn't call modelling some briefs and swimwear serious business," smiled Colin. "It's fun when I have an audience though."
Craig nodded. "I have been looking forward to taking some photos of you. Are we still on for that? Tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please," replied Colin. "And yes, you can take photos as long as I can get a selfie with you."
Craig smiled. "You can get as many selfies as you like. It's normally only middle-aged ladies who want to have a photo taken with me."
"I'm sure that's not true," said Colin. "I know several guys at university who regularly watch your show."
"I didn't think you were old enough to be at university," responded Craig.
"A lot of people think I look younger than my real age," said Colin. "You look very fit and you must be over forty."
"Yeah, but there are some grey hairs among the blond." Craig didn't want to reveal his actual age.
They chatted while drinking their tea but Colin was horny and was eager to move on. "Can I get a selfie with you while we both still have our clothes on?" he asked as soon as Craig put down his empty cup.
"Sure. You choose how," replied Craig.
Colin pulled his smartphone from his jacket pocket and got it ready for taking photos. Then he sat very close to Craig and leaned his head In towards the man. "Smile," he said and then snapped a picture. "Another one," he said before sitting on Craig's knees. Craig was a bit surprised but he put an arm around Colin and smiled for the photo.
"Thanks." Colin stood up and smiled. "Okay. It's your turn to take some photos. I brought a few JustColin items with me."
"I'll use my digital SLR camera if that's okay with you," said Craig.
"Whatever you wish," responded Colin. "Just don't put them online or share them with anyone without my approval."
"Oh, they are just for my personal use," Craig said. "I promise."
"Okay." Colin smiled and pulled a few small items from his bag while Craig fetched his camera. He was topless and sitting down to remove his socks when Craig returned.
"I have to say I really like your big nipples," Craig told Colin.
"Yeah?" Colin smiled. "I love having my tits played with so feel free to suck them, bite them or whatever later." He stood up and unzipped his jeans.
"May I start taking photos now?" Craig asked.
"Of course. Tell me how you want me to pose," replied Colin.
"Pause for a moment with your fly open. Yes, that's nice." Craig took a photo. Colin pushed his jeans down and Craig took a photo with them around his ankles.
"Do you like these JustColin briefs?" Colin was wearing a pair red, very low-cut briefs with the logo in small white letters to side of a very obvious bulge.
"I do but I like what's inside even more," grinned Craig.
Colin smiled and then slowly turned so that Craig could take photos from different angles. A muffled groan was heard when Craig saw part of Colin's arse crack.
Colin kept his back to Craig as he pushed his briefs down and stepped out of them. "Beautiful. Two perfect melons, just as I pictured them." Craig took photos as he spoke.
"I'm pleased you like them because I'm hoping to get fucked soon," responded Colin. He pulled another item of underwear up his smooth legs and adjusted it. Craig was speechless as he gazed at the low-cut mesh briefs. When Colin turned, he revealed that a small white circle of material covered his cock and balls. The rest of the briefs were made of a fine mesh which allowed his flesh to be seen.
Craig took more photos and then Colin turned his back again while putting on a black thong. Craig loved it but he was even more delighted by the final item, a white jockstrap with a circular hole at the front. Colin's erect cock was sticking out of the hole.
"Your cock is something special," Craig smiled as he took photos. "Quite like how I imagined it. Maybe a little thicker."
"Not too small?" Colin asked.
"Oh no, not at all," Craig replied. "You don't show a big bulge in your advertising material so I knew you didn't have a big dick. In my opinion, that's perfect. I hope you don't think mine is too big for you."
Colin smiled. "Let me see and I'll tell you. Do you want to see me completely naked now?" The answer was as expected and Colin stripped off facing the quiz show host. His stiff cock was pulled down as the underwear was removed and it bounced back, releasing a drop of pre-cum, when it was freed.
Craig had a smile on his face as he took photos from different angles. He knelt down for some close-up of the cock and balls. "I like how you have trimmed your public hair. Are your balls naturally smooth?"
"Yes. My arsecrack is naturally smooth too," answered Colin. "Do want to take a photo of that too?"
"Oh, yes please!"
Colin turned, bent over and used his hands to spread his arse cheeks.
"Fuck! That's hot," Craig said as he gazed at the pink pucker at the centre of Colin's hairless arse crack. He licked his lips and then remembered he was supposed to be taking photos. "You have a perfect cunt. It looks very small though so I hope my cock won't be too big because I want to fuck you now more than ever."
"I've taken a few big cocks so I'm sure I'll manage." Colin turned to face Craig again. "I'm really horny and I want your cock in me."
"You leak a lot," Craig remarked. He took another photo of Colin's cock and then bent down to lick pre-cum from the cockhead. "Mmm, sweet."
Colin whimpered as the tongue attacked his cockhead. "Okay! Okay! It's time for you to strip."
Craig stood up and said, "Fine, but bear in mind that I'm a lot older than you and not as fit."
"I love the fact that you're a lot older than me," said Colin. "I'm not attracted to boys my own age." He briefly thought of Kenny who was only a few months older than him. "Kenny's the exception," he said to himself. "I love him and his big cock."
Craig removed his shirt to reveal a smooth chest and a little bit of a belly. Colin would have preferred to see a hairy chest but he liked what he saw. He was more impressed by the bulge in Craig's boxer-briefs when the man dropped his trousers. Colin held his breath when Craig put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer-briefs and prepared to push them down. Then he smiled. Craig had said he was big and the thick 21.5 cm (8.5 inch) cock didn't disappoint. "I like that," he told Craig.
"I'm glad," said Craig. "Shall we move through to the master bedroom?"
"In a minute. I want to taste this first." Colin dropped to his knees and took the man's cockhead into his mouth.
Craig gasped. "This is something I've dreamt about when wanking over pictures of you! I never thought it would actually happen." Colin responded by twirling his tongue around the glans and then swallowing more of the cock. "Oooh, Colin!"
Colin pulled off and smiled up at Craig. "I'll be doing more of that but I want to hear that you have also dreamt about fucking me!"
"Oh, I have! Many times, believe me," smiled Craig.
"Good! Because I have fantasised about being fucked by you," said Colin.
"I'm flattered," said Craig. "I never thought you'd be interested in someone my age."
Colin was too busy bobbing up and down on the man's cock to reply. Craig was soon moaning with pleasure and lust. He moaned louder when Colin began to deep-throat him. "Jeez! Not many guys manage to take it all," Craig told Colin.
Colin smiled with his eyes at Craig and eased off his cock. He gave it a kiss and said, "I need to be fucked."
Craig returned the smile and said, "Then let's get you into bed. Do you have a favourite position?"
"Missionary, doggy, while chained up, spit-roasted. I like it all."
"Wow! You're into kinky stuff?" Craig grinned.
Colin nodded. "Yes, pretty much anything goes. I'm a bottom-boy who just loves sex."
Craig laughed, picked Colin up and carried him through to the bedroom. He dropped Colin onto the king-size bed and immediately began rimming him. He paused to say, "I love this arse" and then resumed tongue-fucking Colin.
Soon Colin was whimpering and begging for more. "Give me your cock now," he finally said. "I can't wait any longer."
Craig raised himself and reached for the lube in the bedside cabinet. He rubbed a generous amount over and into Colin's hole before greasing up his own cock.
Colin remained face-down on the bed with his arse in the air and was quite happy to be taken from behind. He moaned when the thick cock entered him but was soon pushing back against the incoming thrusts.
"Gawd, you're so hot, so tight," Craig said. "Again, just as I imagined."
Colin smiled to himself. He loved the thought of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of men looking at the JustColin posters and imagining themselves fucking him.
While fucking Colin, Craig reached under him to pinch and pull Colin's nipples. "I love having my tits played with," said Colin. That encouraged Craig to be a bit rougher and that turned Colin even more.
"I'm getting close. Fuck me harder," Colin told Craig. He gasped and whimpered as Craig really pounded into him. Then he cried out as he spunked off hands-free.
"You've cum without touching your cock? Wow!" said Craig. Then moments later he went over the edge and sent volley after volley of cum deep inside Colin.
They cuddled together afterwards but didn't kiss. They just smiled in the afterglow of hot sex.
Some minutes later Craig got out of bed and headed towards the en-suite bathroom, telling Colin, "I need a pee." Then he paused and looked back at Colin. "You said you were into kinky stuff. I don't suppose you're into watersports?"
Colin smiled. "Actually I am." He climbed out of bed and went on as he walked over to Craig. "I don't get the chance to indulge often so I'm not going to turn down this opportunity."
"Do you drink or just get soaked?" Craig asked.
"I only drink my daddy's but you can spray on my face if you wish," replied Colin.
"That would be fantastic," Craig said with a huge smile.
Colin smiled as he knelt down in the shower cubicle. He then leaned forward and rubbed his face against Craig's cock. Looking up, he said, "I'm ready for a golden shower."
"Okay. You'd better close your eyes," said Craig.
Colin closed his eyes. Moments later he felt a few drips of piss fall on his chest then it quickly changed to a full flow. The stream moved upwards over his chin, lips and nose before hitting him right between the eyes. Craig moved his cock so that every part of Colin's face got soaked before the stream weakened and came to a stop. Colin opened his eyes and smiled up at Craig before leaning forward and licking the last few drops from the man's cock.
"I loved that. Thank you." Craig helped Colin to his feet and licked at his piss-wet face.
"I enjoyed it too," said Colin.
They showered together and then Craig phoned for Chinese food to be delivered. Colin remained naked until shortly after they had finished eating. "I'd better get home now," he said. "My flatmate will be wondering where I am."
Colin accepted Craig's offer to drive him home but didn't ask for his phone number. It was just another one-off meeting.
Bill was quite excited when he drove through the gate of the local Agricultural College. Colin had given him a very special job. He was to choose the students who would be given rooms in the renovated house next to his own. Colin hadn't wanted to advertise widely and had contacted a student at the college to put up a note on the notice board telling of the new accommodation available to rent on the edge of town, not far from the college.
"These guys will be your new neighbours, Dad, and you will have more contact with them than with me, so please make the selection for me." That had been Colin's message to Bill after he heard that the response had been even better than expected.
Bill was to meet a man called Mr Drummond, a manager at the college with responsibility mainly for the campus and student accommodation.
Bill wasn't all comfortable about this meeting. He had met this man only once before in a very special and rather unique situation. Mr Drummond had been one of the so-called Senators in the basement play at Brickwall Estate the year before, and Bill had fucked his son Mark in the man's presence. Bill knew that Colin had some contact with Mark through swimming, but Bill had never been fully open to Colin about the events in the library that night. Now Mark was a student at the college and he was the lad who had helped Colin with the advertising.
"I must visit Mr Drummond before I see Mark. The boy is his son after all," Bill thought when parking the car outside the admin building. A bit stressed, he had to use a hand for shade in the low autumn sunshine to see the two figures coming out of the building properly.
"It is, yes," he said to himself. "It's Archie and young Charlie as well!" He hurried towards the pair and gave Archie his hand and then hugged Charlie lightly.
"What on earth are you doing here? Quite a coincidence, isn't it? I've never been here before." Bill had some problems acting natural.
Archie, now the principal at the veterinary institute in Glasgow, had once been Bill's good friend and lover until sent to Africa as a young man. Bill had a bad conscience for not seeing his old friend more often after his return, but the man had been almost too tough with Colin when the two first met. Colin had had red marks for weeks after Archie's harsh use of a whip.
"We are here to promote our institute. We met most of the students at a morning session and hope some students from the college might consider specialising in veterinary medicine. As you can see, I brought young Charlie to give some information from a student's point of view. He is one of our best students." Archie put an arm around the youngster who blushed and looked down. "Why are you here?"
Bill explained that Colin had sent him to interview potential tenants for the house they were renting out.
"So old chap, Colin wants his sugar-daddy to audition some fresh meat for him to admire while he fucks around Europe!" Archie hugged his old friend, speaking freely as always. Bill blushed, even though he was familiar with Archie's teasing manner.
"First of all, Archie, I'm far from a sugar-daddy for Colin. He is financially better off today than I've ever been, and it's by his own efforts. And I love that kid, more than ever. Secondly, this is no audition, I just want to get good next-door neighbours." Bill tried to answer very seriously.
"Don't tell me that you haven't thought of a new bed-mate, Willy. Colin knows what he's doing. He's a smart young man." Archie used Bill's nickname from his youth, and now he just grinned at the comments from his old lover. Bill was not all happy for this talk in front of young Charlie who seemed to be a bit uncomfortable.
"I have an appointment with Mr Drummond. I see he's waiting for me." Bill pointed at the side entrance. "Sorry, I'm in such a hurry. I would have loved to hear how you manage with your studies, Charlie. Another day perhaps?"
"Charlie is our horse specialist - our best!" Again Archie put a caring arm around his blushing student. "Have a nice morning then, old chap. And don't forget that both you and Colin have an invitation to see my new `collection'. Hot stuff for hot guys!"
Bill smiled when he watched Charlie climbing into the institute's van at the driver's side, leaving the much older man as the passenger. The young lad from Newcastle, helped into further education by Bill himself, had matured a lot over the past couple of years.
Mr Drummond met Bill with a firm handshake and led him to his office. "Good to see you, Bill. We have met before, remember?" He swallowed. "My son Mark is a student here now as you probably know, and he has made a list for Colin. Many students were interested in the rooms you have available. Living in a house with a garden is probably more appealing than a crowded campus for them." He used a hand to wipe some sweat from his forehead.
"Well, it's not my house, but Colin's and I'm thankful for your support. We're not offering anything special. Just simple but newly renovated rooms. They will have to share the kitchen and bathroom." Bill paused. "Before I meet some of the lads, I wonder if you have some advice for me on the boys who have applied." Bill gave Mr Drummond the list of names Colin had emailed him.
"I've no comments really, they are all good students. Magnus and Keith from Inverness have just started here, and they are very anxious about not being good enough. Initial reports suggest they will be great students. They are good friends and I'm sure they won't cause you any problems."
Mr Drummond looked down the list of more than ten names. "Not Freddy. He's a bit too keen on the booze. Maybe Harry? Yes, it will do him good to move out of campus. I've had some talks with him. Harry's very English. He's from South America, Brazil to be exact. His parents are in the cattle business. He attended boys only boarding schools in England before moving here, and apparently is uncomfortable around our girl students. Honestly I don't think he really likes girls, but that's not my business. However I do know that a happy life away from the campus can do a lot for a student. None of the others stand out." He gave the list back to Bill.
"Mark wishes to help you, Bill. He's waiting for you in the library," the man said. Bill didn't like his grin and hurried up the stairs in the direction pointed out.
"How was your day at the college, Dad?" Colin was on the phone from Glasgow. "Some good-looking boys, eh?"
Bill tried not to react to the teasing comment. "The big surprise was meeting Archie and Charlie when I arrived. They were on a promotional visit down here. You and old Archie are two of a kind, Colin. You asked me to collect a good group of youngsters for your house, but not to create my private brothel. Archie made a similar suggestion. By the way, I have to pass on lots of love from Charlie. He wants to visit us as soon as the guys have moved in."
"It will be good to see Charlie again. I'm so happy that things have worked out well for him. I met Doug the other day. He told me that he might quit his university job and buy what he called a horse farm for himself and Charlie. A place where they can breed horses, offer stable accommodation for horse owners and perhaps give riding lessons. That would be really good. Stallions with both two and four legs are good for every small-cocked boy. That's why I fell in love with a stallion, you know!" Colin heard a grunt from the other end of the phone.
"Well, my small-cocked rider, I have signed contracts with four guys for you. I was pleased that that two of the students are happy to share the biggest room, so we don't have to offer the sitting room as a sleeping space. Magnus and Keith, two boys from up north wanted to share and that is why they were keen to leave campus. They have been friends since early childhood. They didn't tell, and I didn't ask, but I guess they are boyfriends. They could have moved in tomorrow if all the furniture was here, I'm sure. They look almost like twins," Bill went on.
"Cool!" Colin waited for the continuation without saying more.
"The two smaller rooms are rented out to Grant from Edinburgh and Harry whose parents are English, but who was born and raised in Brazil. Well, apart from attending boarding schools in England. Mr Drummond wanted me to consider Harry because the guy wasn't happy at campus. He's a very special guy. He wanted to be a model, he said. Very different from working on a cattle farm in South America. I think his parents just told him what to do." Bill didn't tell his son that the same Harry was extremely handsome, slim, tall and dark-haired, and that he had very easy charmed the sixty year old Scot.
"Go on, Dad, maybe he can model for us. ReynardÉ" Colin was interrupted by Bill.
"The fourth lad, Grant, is nineteen. He's a year older than Harry but looks younger than him. I think he will manage well in the house. He is into music and art and left his university in Edinburgh after one year of studies. International economics hadn't quite been his field, even though his father, the owner of a huge marketing business, had wanted him to choose just that. So now he has come to a very different jungle out west, as he described it. I hope he will manage well. I saw a Charlie in him, redhead and freckled." Bill didn't tell Colin that he felt sorry for the lad who, like Harry, was very much alone in the world.
As if Colin could read his `father's' mind, he said, "Dad, we are only offering accommodation, not social services. I know your soft side but you can't be a father to these guys. And anyway I've already made an agreement with Bruce. He will act as a sort of caretaker for me, to make sure that the house is kept in order when I'm not around."
"ButÉ" Bill did not fully understand.
"Daddy, you're my lover, my father, my adviser and my consultant. I need to be your priority and besides that, I love you very much. I don't want to share you with lots of others. Bruce is semi-retired now, and Johnnyboy stays in Glasgow from time to time. Looking after four horny youngsters is perfect for him," said Colin.
"I didn't call them horny, son. That's your description." Bill sighed. He knew there was no point in arguing when Colin had made his mind up.
"Young men are always horny. Don't you remember, Daddy? Thanks for doing a great job. I have to go now. I can hear that Kenny is back from training, and you know his needs." Colin laughed.
"And your needs, love?" Bill missed his kid-like, sexy student son very much just now. He had been in a room with a lot of testosterone for much of the day, and now he was in an empty house.
"I'm happy that Kenny and IÉ" Again Colin stopped himself. Kenny threw his sweaty jock in his direction and Colin caught it with a grin and placed in front of his nose.
"They all move in next weekend, Colin. Hope you will be here to welcome them. Night, love. Ask Kenny to visit me soon, he'sÉ" Bill was ending the telephone chat.
"He's a good fuck. Yes, Dad. He is. Night! Love you!"
Saturday morning, and Colin was on his way home. He was looking forward to meeting the students that were to move into his new house over the weekend. He'd had a long chat with Bill the night before, because Magnus and Keith from Inverness had arrived one day earlier than expected and Bill wanted Colin to introduce them to Bruce and the house the next day. So he had decided to offer the boys a stay in his own home overnight.
"They said they were happy to share the bed in your old room, Colin. Hope you don't mind. I allowed them to store their luggage in the new house though," had been Bill's unquestionable message on Friday night.
Colin was very happy to be home, but it was strange to meet two unknown youngsters in his old room. Now he just welcomed them with a handshake.
"Sorry that we got the date wrong when we arranged our final night in campus rooms." Magnus seemed a bit unwell when Colin looked for a place to put his own bag. The room was filled with the boys' personal belongings.
"But your father has taken very good care of us. He's soÉ" Keith blushed and looked down.
"I'm sure you have had a good time with Bill. He is very fond of company, especially youngÉ" Colin stopped himself. "Okay, guys. Grant and Harry are waiting for you in the sitting room next door and Bruce, who I understand you met last night, will be there too."
Colin looked from one guy to the other. They both nodded. "We were in the sauna withÉ" Magnus started. Again Keith blushed. Colin was the one who felt a bit uncomfortable now. It was not his intention to be a sort of big brother to his tenants. He just wanted to rent out the rooms in his new house, and was happy for help both from his dad and from his dad's good friend, Bruce.
"I guess you struggled to sleep in that narrow bed." Colin grinned and pointed. "You will be happier with two beds in your new room. You can push them together if you wish." Now both the guys blushed, but said nothing. Colin regretted what he had said and quickly changed the subject.
For a while the situation had been a bit strange that Saturday morning. Colin had tried to act like the house-owner and the person in charge, but that was far from his normal world. Bruce had suddenly seen an uncertain Colin, a Colin on a stage where he was uncomfortable. So the international businessman had raised his voice and taken care of the formalities to Colin's great satisfaction.
It was late afternoon when Bill entered the garden from his own house. Colin had asked for some drinks outside and the garden had really changed during the renovation. The long hedge between the two gardens was gone and the lawns had been renewed. Now there was a volleyball net where part of the hedge once stood.
Outside the entrance to the playroom Bill had built a new outdoor shower, and after a long discussion with Colin, placed a very modern jacuzzi just outside. Bill himself had voted for a Norwegian wooden hot-tub, but the jacuzzi was Reynard's gift to Colin's new house, so Bill had lost out.
Just now the garden was far from a relaxing spot for a Saturday afternoon drink. Six young men, or rather six sexy boys, were playing volleyball, and the shouting and discussions were just like in a schoolyard or sports-field. Johnnyboy, Bruce's young lover and `son', was back home from Glasgow, and had supplied Colin and his lodgers with food from his family restaurant.
"This lot will keep you young, old man!" Bruce pinched Bill's left buttock.
"Talk for yourself, old fucker. Maybe you have to enlarge your sauna, eh?" Bill used an elbow to tease his friend.
"Take a break, lads!" Colin shouted. The sweating youngster was the first to pull off his baggy t-shirt but the other players followed his example. Johnnyboy hesitated, looked at Bruce, but then followed the others.
Bill swallowed. It had been a long time since his back garden was filled with that much testosterone. "Come on, lads. I've brought you some ginger ale, but there's drinking water in that tap if you prefer." Bill pointed.
It was an odd collection of youngsters. The two slim bodies from up north hadn't seen much sun, a real contrast to Colin's summer tan, even if he had lost some colour during his Icelandic visit. Now Magnus and Keith were almost red from their very active participation in the volleyball competition. Grant looked younger and more tender even though he was the eldest of the new students. With his red hair, a body filled with freckles and a stub nose, Bill again thought he could have been Charlie's brother.
"Harry waits for his ale!" Colin almost brought his dad back from far away. Bill swallowed, Colin had caught him. His dad's eyes had been on the beauty in front of him. "It's a shame about the baggy shorts," Bruce whispered into Bill's ear.
"Thank you, sir." Harry received the bottle from a blushing grown-up.
"Don't piss all over the place!" Colin almost shouted. The boys from Inverness had simultaneously pulled down their shorts beside a rose-bush and showed off their white butts.
"You will find a bucket by the shower if you need to pee outside," Bill added. "Use that and we can use it as fertiliser in the vegetable patch!"
A second round of volleyball followed, with less arguing than the first round because Bruce had now appointed himself as referee, and he did not accept protests.
"No shorts in the jacuzzi!" Colin shouted as he stripped off his shorts. His white JustColin jock followed. The boss suddenly made the rules, and he did nothing to hide his nudity. He tried to think about naked old women and managed to stay flaccid for once.
"And take a shower before you enter the tub!" Again Bill supported his son's house rule.
The darkness was about to settle but the modern jacuzzi was lit like an amusement park. Designed for four, the tub was crowded when Colin was joined by the others. Johnnyboy had still had his shorts on. Again he looked at Bruce as if he had to ask permission.
"Go on, baby. There's room for you in there!" Bill sensed the situation. The Chinese guy was a favourite of Bill, but Bruce often locked him in a cock-cage which made him a bit shy next to other youngsters. Now he pulled down his shorts and underwear and hurried into the shower. He struggled to cover up an obvious erection - not in cage today.
"There you see!" Bruce frowned. "He will spunk off in that tub." He now turned around and found a hidden sign "No sex in the jacuzzi." With a grin he read the text and placed the sign on one of the walls.
"I've seen that sign before, with the swan!" Harry, who had been very silent until now, was one big smile. "In Bristol - in a sauna!" he almost shouted. Colin had seen just that sign too when he visited a gay sauna in Bristol with Kenny's rugby team. He didn't comment but guessed correctly that Bill had got the sign made.
"Harry has to decide for himself if he wants to `come out'. I won't say anything," Colin thought. Now he helped Johnny up and into the bubbling water. The boys couldn't hide themselves in the tight tub. They seemed to enjoy the closeness and the heated water. This was their first night in the new home.
After a while the jacuzzi was switched off and the garden was suddenly very silent.
"Daddy, Harry here asks if there is a place where the guys could do some indoor training. You have told Magnus and Keith about the games room, haven't you?" Colin was back under the shower. "Maybe we could show them the new room inside the old garage."
"We need some beers first, Bill," Bruce whispered.
"Okay, guys. Get dried and put on some training gear. We have a games room for you. Be down in half an hour. Okay Colin? You are responsible now, you are the boss." Bill handed Colin a towel.
"I didn't remember Johnny being such a ping pong master!" Colin removed his shorts again and hurried into the hot water beside Bruce who was now in the jacuzzi.
"He's Chinese, remember? They are born ping pong masters, but my boy hasn't had time for training, you know. Is Bill still in the games room?" Bruce commented.
"Aye, he's surrendered to the Highland guys. He's teaching them some tricks at the pool-table. He never played those games with me."
Bruce heard some soreness. "You are jealous after one day, Col? You set this up, remember. He's fond of the innocent ones, you know?" Bruce grabbed a bottle of beer.
"You remember the other sign from Bristol, Bruce? `No beer in the jacuzzi' it said."
"You remember what you want to remember, Colin, eh?" Bruce tugged Colin's balls with two fingers and a thumb.
"Did you have sex with the new ones last night?" Colin asked. He looked straight at the man beside him.
"Too young for me, too innocent!" Bruce belched and then grinned.
"You didn't say that six years ago when you fucked me the first time!" Colin commented.
"But you were never innocent, have never been. You're a damn slut, aren't you, still?" Bruce's big hands covered Colin's growing cock.
"Aye, a slut, yes. I wish you hadn't put up the no-sex sign. I'm damn horny!" Colin found Bruce's half-hard weapon.
Bill was heading towards them. He dropped his shorts and was stark naked when he passed his son and his friend for a shower. Colin admired the body he loved so much. Young masseur Chit looked after Bill well, followed up his weekly training with some body hair trimming.
"Did they suck you, mate? Colin is jealous!" Bruce was teasing again.
"A good idea. Maybe I should return and ask for volunteers?" Bill returned the joke, then jumped like a youngster into the jacuzzi.
"Wise of you to keep the garage, son!" Bill placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. "The garden is protected from outside like before and the guys have a playroom for themselves. They are happy for it. They like the dartboard and the items of gym equipment."
"I want to keep our own playroom private, Dad. Bruce says I'm a slut, so you had better keep me away from the innocent ones over there." Bill wasn't sure whether Colin was serious but the comment brought the conversation to an end. Only young laughter was heard from the old garage.
"Since we are being serious at the moment, Colin, you must decide if you are a tough businessman or a playful student. I think you mixed the roles today." Bruce had still his hand on Colin's crotch.
"I'm tough when I need to. But I don't think I will ever stop being playful at times." Colin was uncertain about Bruce's comments.
"Okay, let's go to the playroom and find out how tough you are, boy!" Bruce stood up. Colin thought Bruce's belly had grown. Suddenly the man looked years older than his own Bill. But the hot water and the light sex play with Colin had given the man a growing erection. Bruce let out a howl when he turned the shower to cold, and then he wrapped a towel around his belly.
The playroom felt cold after the heated water outside. Bill turned on the heater after switching on the lights. A stream of light hit the huge posters on the wall. Colin liked the huge one shot by Kasim in the French stable, with Bill fucking him from behind like a stallion. This porn-like poster was just for the few invited into the playroom and for a few of Reynard's trusted friends. The other poster showed Colin naked on horseback, young and proud and sensual. Reynard had won a prize in Paris for just that photo composition.
The only sound in the room was the sound from the chains being lowered from the ceiling. The pulleys made shadows on the walls. Colin was standing naked in the middle of the room. He lifted his arms without a given order. Bill attached his cuffed hands to the chains while Bruce stretched Colin's body until his feet just touched the floor. Nothing was said.
The box of canes in different sizes, that always had been in the corner by the hall door when Colin grew up, had been moved to the playroom some years earlier. In a sort of silent demonstration, Bruce lifted cane after cane until he chose one which was medium hard and quite long. Colin blinked. He knew the feeling just after the cane hit his bare flesh, and he hated the sound of the cane just before the stroke. Bill turned his body and whispered, "No reason for this show, son. You have nothing to prove!"
"I have it all to prove!" Colin answered between gritted teeth.
"Hold him straight, Bill. I don't want to hit his pride! Ready, Colin?" Bruce said.
Bruce tested the cane by hitting his own hand. It was loud enough to remind Colin of what he had written in his diary after one of his teachers had been allowed by Bill to use canes on his naked bum. `The sound was enough to wake up the dead.' Colin closed his eyes as Bruce walked behind him.
The first stroke hit both of the round globes. Not a sound came from the boy in chains. The second, slightly stronger, made a cross in the flesh. The third and the fourth hit lower and Colin had problems standing, but still not a sound came from him. The chains shook when the body almost lifted itself from the floor.
A group of fast strokes, five at a time, made the buttocks turn red, and when the last one hit the marks of the first, the colour was more white than red.
"If you hit him again, I'll leave you, Dad, and I will never return. You hear me?" Young Johnnyboy was standing in the doorway with clenched fists.
Bruce immediately lowered the cane.
Colin turned towards his friend. "I asked for it, Johnnyboy. It's a sort of game."
"I hate those games!" Johnnyboy, with tears dripping from his eyes.
Bill went up to Johnny, lifted him and carried him to the inner part of the room. He sat down and comforted the Chinese boy. "Tough guys, the two over there, don't you think?" Bill whispered.
"Stupid!" was Johnny's only answer.
"I can't afford to lose him. We'd better stop, eh?" Bruce placed a hand on Colin's sweaty shoulder. "How come you are dripping horny?" He had used the other hand on Colin's erection.
"Because I have been hoping you would fuck the shit out of me after you finished hitting my butt, sir!" Colin grinned.
"I will take Johnny to my bed, guys. I guess you two have more to prove!" Bill carried Johnnyboy in his strong arms out of the room. He had lost his towel and in Colin's eyes he looked like a naked god.
"What did he mean by that?" Bruce sneered. "He's going to fuck my little Chinese doll until his balls are dry as a eunuch's."
"Maybe he thinks we are two of a kind, sir. Neither of us wants to lose a battle, eh?" Colin shook the chains. "You want to go on with that cane, or maybe?"
"You heard what my young bedmaster said. He meant every word this time. You heard his voice and saw his tears, didn't you? He will protect you to death. Don't know why everybody loves you so much?" Bruce grinned and loosened the boy's handcuffs. At the same time, he found Colin's balls with two fingers and pinched them until tears dripped from Colin's eyes and he had problems standing upright. "Come with me now, this room stinks."
"Stinks because you lost, sir, or stinks because you are dripping horny?" Colin used his knee to hit Bruce's balls. With a howl, the man almost fell to his knees.
Colin just turned away when an open hand was about to hit him. He howled and ran out the door into the garden still barely lit by the jacuzzi. From the neighbouring inhabitants' playground, there was loud music and laughter.
"Put this on, pervert!" Bruce threw Colin a pair of baggy shorts. He had also found his own old training gear and followed Colin through the dark garden. Both of them stopped and looked into the only window in the old garage. Colin smiled when he saw that Bruce still had a hand inside his shorts.
"Who of them will be your first victim, perv?" Colin grinned. "The two young lovers eh? Hot in the sauna last night, I guess. Too young you said, so why are you dripping like a stallion then?" Colin found Bruce's bulge. The man spread his legs a bit as if he wanted Colin to go on. But inside were the new boys, and behind them was Linda's house, the other house they had to pass to reach Bruce's home.
The man almost pushed Colin out onto the dimly lit pavement, and like two teenagers they hurried through the darkness.
"What if Linda had seen us?" Colin whispered. He knew where Bruce hid the key to his door and opened it.
"I don't give a damn. I would have fucked you on her doorstep if necessary. Maybe I will do that one day!" Even before the door was locked behind them Bruce undressed the boy and forced him down on the floor. "Now slut, who's the boss now? More to prove, Bill said!"
"I am, damn, I am!" Colin grabbed Bruce's shorts and pulled them down. Seconds later he had the man-cock deep inside his mouth. And he was not gentle. The suck was both hard and intense and when Bruce grabbed his head with two hands Colin soon had the man's cock down his throat. Colin tried to cough, but the result was that the twenty centimetre (8 inch) cock filled him all the way. And the strong man held him tight until Colin pinched his balls with nails like scissors.
Suddenly Bruce changed. He picked the boy up in a fireman's lift and carried him down to the basement. Bruce's basement was well known to Colin, not as well-equipped as Bill's playroom, but it had a sauna which was used both for comfort and sex. Now Bruce just placed him on a wooden bench and looked around as if he was suddenly uncomfortable.
"Show me your butt, son?" Bruce voice was milder.
Colin turned around and spread his legs for an inspection. Bruce gave him the strangest inspection ever. Again and again he spat saliva on the red marks and licked the sweaty globes with his tongue as if he was a dog. He made Colin lift and spread himself even wider and found his boy-cunt, the tight cunt he loved and was allowed to share by his good friend Bill. His tongue started very carefully, but Colin's movements and the sound from his moaning made Bruce go on. Colin opened more and more and soon Bruce's tongue was inside the wet boy-pussy.
"I can't. I'm, I'm.. you are crazy. Cumming, cumming!" Colin's spasms made him tremble under the man's heavy treatment.
"Good stuff, good stuff!" Bruce collected Colin's heavy white boy-load with both hands. "Best cream for a sore arse!" He let the spunk drip from his hands onto the red marks and into the hole, then he gave Colin a soft massage using his own boy-milk. Down on his knees, the normally very masterful man licked the combination of spunk, sweat and saliva from the round globes and the love entrance.
"Turn around!" Bruce commanded and then, like a confirmed bottom, he sucked the wet cock with lust and pleasure. The kid-like dick was still rock-hard and Bruce forced the foreskin behind the swollen glans and used a rough tongue to clean the cockhead.
Colin whined. "If you go on like that I'll piss in your face, man!" Colin tried to get free from the grip.
"Go on, but not now. Not yet. You know what comes next, don't you. You started with a knee and with your nails remember. Not enough, not enough!" Bruce lifted Colin from the bench. "Go on, all the way. Don't be a softy like the one who is being fucked senseless by your daddy just now. Be my secret master. Be my devil, and don't stop until my arse is as sore as yours."
Colin hesitated. "But only if you agree to fuck me, and fuck me hard. Your tongue was just a teaser!"
"You will not leave this house until you have made me hard enough to fuck you to heaven, and you know the tools. You choose, slut!" Bruce went to the drying rack which with a simple change became a pillory. Naked he bowed down to have his head and hands secured. Colin went to the box of canes and whips. This was not his favourite task, but Colin and Bruce had swapped roles before, and Colin knew it would end with himself being fucked hard - almost brutally - for his pleasure and the man's satisfaction.
Colin placed the box on the floor behind Bruce, who could not see what Colin was doing. The boy talked to himself as if he was making a serious choice regarding punishing instruments.
"Too light for the hairy globes!" Colin almost whispered. "And he needs to get really red. The horsewhip might be okay." He lifted the whip and then tested a hard stroke on the wooden pillory beside Bruce's waiting body. The sound filled the rather small basement, and Bruce whined even though he wasn't touched.
"Long time since Bill fucked you, Uncle? You like to bottom for him occasionally, don't you?" The first stroke hit the man's well-formed arse.
"He has no time for old arse cheeks anymore. Young men in and out, you know?" Bruce sounded sore and yelped when Colin hit him again.
"But JohnnyboyÉ? Can't he use the strap-on over there. Would love to see him fuck you, Uncle!" The third and fourth stroke hit harder.
"He would cum before he even put his cock into that tool. My baby must be kept caged to behave, and even thenÉ" Bruce struggled now. His buttocks turned from pink to red. The grown-up man was not used to this treatment.
"Let's make this a test then!" Colin fetched some lube and greased the whip's leather handle. Without more preparation he penetrated the hairy manhole, and pushed the handle all the way inside. Bruce howled when the handle went 20 cm (8 inches) deep.
Colin used one hand to rotate the handle. The other hand found Bruce's thick cock and wanked him, first soft and gentle, then harder and harder, while the leather handle fucked his prostate brutally hard.
"Yes, yes, yes. Bill! Bill! Fuck no, Col! Col! Please, please, I'm I'mÉ" Bruce tried to get loose from the pillory. Colin stopped the wanking and with some force he withdrew the cock-like handle. The open man-hole glistened after the hot service.
"Don't you dare to cum! I'm not going to be that easy on you, you know?" Colin found a cane, quite like the one Bruce had previously used on him. After some hard strokes Bruce became almost silent, even the swearing had stopped. A sweating Colin lowered the cane and went close to the even sweatier man.
"Enough, Uncle. Let's call it a draw, eh?" With his lips and tongue, Colin comforted the bound up body.
"If you say so. You think I'm hard enough to satisfy you?" The released man was standing in front of his young master with a cock that was hard as iron.
"How do you want me, sir?" Colin bowed his head and acted like the bottom guy he preferred to be.
"On the bench! No need for ropes. I want to see that red arse, and I want you to scream with lust and not just pain." Bruce placed Colin on a short, padded bench with his arms spread and his legs touching the floor. His stiff and dripping cock was fully visible. The red marks from the canning had not totally faded.
A large amount of cream and three adult fingers opened the tight boy-cunt. Colin howled and opened as much as he could. Bruce's fingers were inside him and the man rotated his hand again and again. A long thread of slime dripped from Colin's cock down onto the padded bench and hit the floor.
"Fuck me now, Uncle. Make me cum, and do me hard, hard." Colin knew he would feel pain when Bruce penetrated him. His cock was thicker than Bill's, but not as long. The pain would soon change to heat and pure raw lust.
Bruce greased his cock with both hands and placed the glistening cockhead just outside the partly open boy-cunt. Even before he had started the real pressure Colin lifted his butt and made penetration his own way. Bruce followed by one single thrust and sent the thick man-cock into the boy he fancied so much.
"Take it slut, take it, all of it, don't you dare to cum yet!" Bruce started a wild ride and Colin tried to relax, but in vain. This would be one of the shortest fucking events between the two ever, but they had been in a next to orgasmic state the last two hours. Bruce pumped and Colin received. His prostate was hit every time Bruce changed position.
"Let me. Yes, let me!" Bruce managed to turn the boy half way around without pulling out. The result was that Colin now was fucked in a foetal-like position.
"I will. Yes, I will, I have to, I'm cumming!" Hands-free, Colin sent his boy-milk in cascades over his own body.
"Take it, slut! Take it baby, baby, baby!" Bruce had his huge cock in one hand and pointed at Colin's balls, his body and his face. Soon the youngster was drenched in the man's thick porridge-like sperm.
Coming down from the heavy orgasm, Bruce knelt in front of the boy and kissed him passionately as the two shared the results from their mutual explosion.
"You will stay overnight, love?" Bruce whispered. "I'm sure the bed space beside your dad is occupied."
"Only if you promise to fuck me more normally in the morning," Colin whispered. "And give me some coffee afterwards."
"Promise!" Bruce kissed Colin deep and tender. In his arms Colin left the second playroom for the evening. Both his butt and his boy-cunt were very sore.
To be continued