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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 72 (Budapest)
"He's really handsome and very sexy," Professor Ewald Sverrisson whispered to Colin. The two were sitting closely together in the middle of an aircraft on their way to Budapest, the capital of Hungary.
"Aye, he's a dream of a man!" Colin responded and playfully rubbed his professor's knee. "Just look at that sexy silver-grey hair," he added.
"What? I wasn't talking about that old fellow. Haven't you noticed his companion, the tall dark-haired guy in those the tight black jeans?" Ewald, as Colin called his professor in private, seemed a bit confused.
"I like them mature!" Colin replied. "That guy's not much older than me, and he would be too soft for you, sir." He playfully nudged Ewald with his elbow. "And did you see that bulge in the gentleman's pants? It's hard to miss, even with that short apron."
Ewald just rolled his eyes, well aware that his idea of sexy men differed greatly from his young student's.
"What can I do for you, young man?" The silvery-grey haired steward in his sixties placed a gentle hand on Colin's shoulder. He was standing beside the trolley and Colin had the aisle seat. Colin gulped. He had almost been lost in his daydream, and now the steward was very close.
"Ivor." Colin read the name on the man's white shirt. The short-sleeved shirt revealed the man's muscular upper arms. At this point, Ewald used his elbow to wake Colin up. "Snap out of it, Col!" he said.
"Eh, sir. Sorry. I'll have a Coke, please." Colin blushed.
"With ice, son?" The mature steward seemed to be enjoying the situation.
"Yes please, give him some ice. He needs to cool down." Ewald grinned.
"Eddy, please give some ice to the young gentleman!" The man looked at his younger colleague on the other side of the trolley.
"And what can I do for you, sir?" The younger steward offered Colin a glass of ice cubes but his eyes were on Professor Ewald.
"Invite him to the toilet and let him fuck you senseless," Colin thought.
"A beer will be fine, young man." Colin saw a cruising man beside him and found the situation very amusing.
Without any warning the `fasten seatbelt' signs came on and the stewards concluded the service. "The plane fell like a stone!" Colin told Kenny, still quite upset, as he tried to describe the frightening moment when he got back home.
The turbulence was extreme, but thankfully very brief. Colin whined, but attempted to maintain his grip on the ice container and his Coke. His body lifted in the seat, and the youngster received a first class demonstration of the need for security belts.
"It's often like that when we leave land and encounter western winds." Ewald tried to be calm and lecture Colin, though the man was sweating with half the beer spilt on his trousers. The plane had since calmed down, the seatbelt lights were turned off, and they were now over the North Sea.
"I'll find you some napkins, Professor, and I need to piss before I end up like you!" Colin looked around, still a bit nervous, and hurried up the aisle towards the front toilet. He was met by both of the stewards.
"The professor needs some napkins, because some of the beer was spilt by the turbulence," Colin said with a smile.
"Let me. I'll help him." Eddy found what he needed and rushed through the cabin.
"I observed you, son. You weren't happy with what happened. Your face showed real fear." The grey-haired Ivor gently squeezed Colin's shoulder.
"I'm sorry but in a way I hate flying, hate losing control you see, and I start to sweat just at the thought." Colin stumbled over his words.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, young man. It can be frightening from time to time even for us, but we are trained to remain calm. Do your business now, go on," Ivor said, noticing that Colin had one hand on the toilet door.
Pissing in an aircraft toilet wasn't the easiest task, especially when the plane again started to roll, Colin later recounted to Kenny when back home.
Colin managed without too much mess, got his hands washed, and left. Ivor was still working with the trolley. He looked at Colin who stood with a hand on the door handle. "Do you want me to help you back to your seat, son?" He smiled because he wasn't quite sure where he was with this young man.
"No need, sir, but I love you for taking good care of me." Colin stroked the man's hairy arm. What happened next is not easy to understand, but Ivor pulled the curtain closed, and that was a sort of signal. Colin was in the mature man's tight arms giving him a hug and then a kiss. Before the man managed to say anything, Colin left and hurried to his seat.
"What took you so long?" Ewald asked. The toilet light has been green for some minutes.
"I sucked off the sexy steward in the toilet, you see. Isn't there a special term for that? Sex in a plane toilet." Colin spoked quietly. "And the young Adonis, did he help you with your wet spots?" He was in the teasing mood now.
"I'm happy for my long winter jacket!" The professor was not in the mood for Colin's jokes just now.
Over two hours from departure and they would soon be landing. Maybe to calm Colin, or just out of own interest, Ivor stopped beside the two for some small talk.
"Holiday or business?" he asked.
"Business for me, and holiday for this young student of mine." Ewald was the one to answer.
"I hope to follow some lectures about Finnish-Hungarian language assimilation." Colin looked at the man as he spoke, attempting to be very serious, but then he winked. He saw the smile wrinkles appear around the man's brown eyes.
"Well, good luck. Our crew has a weekend in Budapest too. You should try the Saturday lunch at the famous Szechenyi Therminal Bath, sir. The best in Europe. And take the youngster with you. They serve wonderful hot chocolate. He will love it!" The steward turned around and went off to join his colleagues.
"A very original place for cruising." Ewald almost snorted.
"I think he likes me!" Colin said. "I think he wants to fuck me," he thought.
"Good afternoon from the cockpit. Sorry for the bumps in the road. We will be landing in fifteen minutes. The weather is summer like, twenty four degrees with light winds. To your left to have Lake Balaton, and in front of us we will soon see the River Danube, one of Europe's major rivers. We wish you a nice time in Budapest."
Colin forgot the flight fright. He was bubbling with excitement and found Ewald's hand. "I'm so happy you invited me, sir. And I don't want to disappoint you. However I have to wait until we are in the hotel before I undress." Colin squeezed the man's hand.
Queuing was not Colin's favourite thing, but for Professor Ewald it was even worse. The professor had decided that the pair should do the weekend trip with only hand luggage to avoid waiting around at the luggage carousel after landing. He wanted most of Friday in the city, not at the airport. But he had forgotten the immigration rules. As a European Union citizen, he was free to enter Hungary from the UK with the barest of immigration checks but he had to wait impatiently while Colin stood in a slow-moving queue with the other non-Schengen passengers to have his passport manually checked and stamped. Colin wasn't happy about this either. He had been too young to vote in the Brexit referendum but, like the majority of his fellow Scots, he had been opposed to leaving the European Union.
"The crew seem to get priority," Colin commented to himself. The flight crew passed him and would soon heading for the baggage reclaim area. Eddy, the young steward, was in deep conversation with one of the female crew members, but Ivor seemed to be searching for someone as he walked past the passport queue. When he found the lad he searched for, he smiled. Colin returned the smile, and with a youngster's lack of shyness he saluted with a thumb up, and received a huge grin back.
"There you are at last!" The professor met Colin when he left the Immigration and Customs area. "Any problems, son?"
"No, the officer just asked me about the purpose of my visit," Colin answered.
"And what did you answer?" Again the professor was very impatient.
"That I just was here to fuck around!" Colin answered the man who in a way wasn't listening. Ewald just rolled his eyes. He was occupied with his phone and it was obvious that he was waiting for someone.
"Let's go outside and look for my contact. Petri should be here to meet us. He's Finnish, but speaks Hungarian like a native. I have to change out of these damn trousers!" Ewald was not comfortable with the wet front of his trousers.
"Do you bring another pair, sir?" Colin asked.
"Damn, no, but there must be some stores around. Petri will know. Still three hours to the opening of the conference." Again he talked to himself.
A minibus with an `Aria Hotel' logo stopped close to the entrance. Colin watched the crew from his flight entering the minibus. Colin registered the scene in his mind. "Aria - Ivor - I wonder?" He felt some tingling in his body, but he couldn't understand why.
"Back from dreamland, Colin? Come on, Petri is waiting on the other side of the street, with the black Volvo." Ewald took Colin's arm and almost dragged him across the street. A huge man was standing beside the car and opened the door for the professor.
"Odd attire," Colin thought. The man wore tight black, oily trousers and a leather jacket, open with no shirt underneath. Some black body hair could be seen, and some heavy, dark blue tattoos. A bright white smile showed up on the brown face. "More gipsy than Finnish," Colin thought.
"And you bring some eye candy, buddy. Afraid the city couldn't deliver the fun?" The man grinned, and opened the door for Colin.
"Colin here is a young linguist, Petri. He knows more about language assimilation than you have ever heard of. So don't try your dirty business. Please take us to the hotel now. I need to change, damn bumpy flight. I seem to recall a clothing store just around the corner from the hotel. I've stayed there before." Ewald had placed himself beside Colin in the backseat.
"No air conditioning in this old crock. You are dressed as if coming from winter and we're having a second summer here. Strip please, if you feel for it! Heavy traffic, I'll do my best to reach your hotel before you faint." The man was driving like crazy, using the horn, and changing lanes, and almost driving on the pavement from time to time.
Colin tried to relax. In a way he liked the rough man who had his eyes on him through the rear-view mirror.
"I've never been fucked by a gipsy!" Colin thought. "They have big cocks, I've heard. "And he is sexy," he whispered to himself. He saw that the man had silver rings in both ears, a thick silver necklace around his neck and three silver rings on each hand.
"What did you say? Damn noisy traffic here!" Ewald swore again, but Colin was familiar with the Swede swearing in every third sentence when he tried to be cool.
"I said it is hot here!" Colin removed his shirt. The jacket had already been put aside. He just had a tight white singlet underneath and the dark nipples could be seen through the thin fabric.
"Nice body for a linguist," the chauffeur commented while the car made a whining change of lane.
"And nice body for a chauffeur!" Colin grinned. "Sorry that you are wearing so many clothes!"
"You go with me to the pool and I'll show you the rest!" Petri answered. "But I guess you want him for yourself, Swede!" The man suddenly stopped for a red light, making Colin and Ewald jerk in their seats.
"I hoped you could show him Budapest this evening, Petri. Just boring meetings for me today. You fancy that, Colin? Petri knows Budapest better than any guide." Ewald placed a hand on Colin's upper leg. "But we need some rest first, eh? We started early. And these damn trousers."
Colin responded by leaning close to his professor and let him put an arm around his shoulders. His curly dark hair touched the man's neck.
"You want me to suck you, sir? You are horny, aren't you?" Colin whispered into Ewald's ear and touched his bulge.
"A damn nice offer, son, but we will be at the hotel very soon. It's just across the bridge we are approaching now." Ewald coughed.
A few minutes later the chauffeur stopped in a narrow street. The houses looked rather run-down.
`HOSTEL', a bad red-painted sign, could be seen on the front of the building above a heavy old wooden door. "But professor, we are no backpackers. Is this the best they can offer? Looks like the hostel in some horror movies from years back!"
"Aren't you too young to remember the Hostel movies, Colin?" Ewald opened the door and let Colin pass.
"Night movies in high school, sir! Cool. Wonder if they have the horror basement here?" Colin climbed the stairs.
"The front is just for show, an advertisement for American tourists, but it's a rather normal hotel inside. Hurry up now." Ewald turned to Petri. "Thanks, old fucker." He looked at his watch. "Five, okay? You drive me to the meeting place, and then you take care of Colin for me. Let him have fun and see the city, and buy him some good food. It is his first visit here."
"And tonight? Same place?" Petri scratched his chest.
"Yes, still in the old ruins to the right?" Ewald hurried after Colin into the dark hall.
Colin was naked minutes after he entered the huge bedroom. Like a kid he bumped onto the four-poster king-sized bed standing in the middle of the room.
"I've always dreamt of being fucked in a bed like this, but you don't have to use the bed-curtains. I love the view in all the wall mirrors." Colin was now on his knees modelling for the professor who hadn't yet started to undress.
"I'll go downstairs to see if they can offer a cleaning service for my trousers. As an old eastern hotel, I guess they have good personal services. Use the bathroom and prepare. I look forward to checking the bed soon!" Ewald had a big smile when he watched the porn-model in the bed, now hanging by his arms from the canopy-pole.
Colin hurried to the bathroom, and was surprised that there was no ordinary shower, but a huge bathtub with lion's feet. "Probably used in the Hostel movies!" Colin murmured, and climbed into the tub. Above the bath tap he found an old-fashioned hand-shower and tried to switch it on. Nothing happened, no water at all. A bit stressed he looked around. Beside the door was an information note and a hanging red cord. Colin couldn't read the Hungarian text, but a text in English said `Alarm'.
"No water in the bathroom, maybe..." He pulled the cord. Just seconds later someone knocked the door and then opened it with a hotel pass key. A person shouted something in Hungarian.
"I'm in here - in the bathroom!" Colin shouted back.
A young fellow, dressed as if he had a role in a classic French porn-movie hurried inside. He looked rather confused when he saw the naked Colin standing in the bathtub.
"No water!" was all he managed to say. "No water!" he repeated.
The young man smiled and went up close to Colin and found a handle beside the tap. He turned the handle down and the filling of the tub started.
"And for this!" Colin lifted the old-fashioned hand-shower. Again the servant turned the handle and Colin suddenly sprayed both himself and the visitor. He managed to close down the stream fairly quickly but he was ashamed of himself in the stupid situation.
"Anything else you need, sir?" The youngster spoke excellent English.
The young devil in the bath-tub suddenly was in the teasing mode. "I could do with someone to wash my back, please."
"It was a joke," he explained to Ewald afterwards. "But the lad rolled up his shirt sleeves and gave me all the service I wanted, and more! He even dried me afterwards, but then we heard you coming. He was suddenly very stressed! I'm sure he would have sucked me off if you had stayed downstairs a bit longer."
"And you would have loved it, wouldn't you? The lad blushed when I met him in the door. Be careful, Colin. You are not home in Scotland now." Ewald started to undress. "My trousers will be ready in an hour, but I was lent these." He pulled down a pair of jeans. Colin had already found a service position in bed. On his back he played with his dripping boner, stiff as iron after the events in the bathroom.
"I'm horny, really horny and the bulge in those briefs tells me that I'm not the only one!" Colin lifted his hips from the bed. "Please fuck me, sir. You promised. I've been hard all day, you know!"
"I will. Be sure, but I want to bind you, kid. There must be some equipment in this `horror-place' as you named it." Ewald lifted the bed-curtains and loosened the ropes that had bound the curtains to the bedposts.
Again Ewald showed off his skill with ropes. Colin's arms were locked behind his back, and both of his ankles were bound up. Ewald dragged the body to the end of the bed, then he spread his legs, lifted them and bound them to the canopy-poles. Colin was suddenly the man's play-toy.
"Please, sir. Give me your cock now! Make me cum, please master!" Colin watched in the mirror as Ewald stripped off his underwear and wanked his heavy tool. To his surprise, Ewald claimed onto the bed behind him and placed his body doggy-style above him. With his mouth, Ewald took Colin's stiff cock, while at the same time he started to fuck Colin's mouth.
The huge plum-like cockhead filled Colin's mouth and went deeper. The boy used all his skills to suck and swallow, and take care of the man who treated him rather roughly. At the same time, Ewald gave Colin's cock and his balls a mouth-service that made him tremble.
"Not yet Colin, not yet. I'll eat you later, but try to relax!" Ewald used his nails on Colin's balls and managed to prolong his orgasm. He withdrew from Colin's mouth, turned around and dried his tears, before he kissed him hard and loving at the same time.
"You're the best, Col. You deserve cock now, and I'll give you the fucking you have been waiting for!" He kissed Colin again before he left the bed and knelt behind the hanging body. With both hands, he spread the buttocks and spat at the pink boy-cunt that was both tight and inviting at the same time. He kissed the entrance and he tried to put his tongue inside. Colin opened for the man and was happy for the soapy fingers the hall-boy had used inside him just a short time earlier.
"You want it hard, love? No time for a long, cosy fuck." Ewald found the lube he had brought for the occasion. He greased up his hand as if he was going to fist his student, but he knew that Colin wasn't into that business. He started with two fingers and then added a third. When he then used a thumb and stretched the entrance to the very limit, Colin yelled. "Don't split me, sir. Don't leave me like a well-used cunt! I want your cock now, please?"
With both hands Ewald applied lubricant to his long cock, and put an extra amount on the plum-like cockhead. Then he pushed Colin's legs apart and pulled the young body close to him. He put the cock-knob into the hot crack and, with a sudden movement, he pushed it into Colin's hole. Again Colin yelled, in real pain this time. Ewald's penetration was always painful because of the big cockhead.
"You okay, son? Too quick for you?" Ewald stopped.
"Don't be silly, man. You think I'm a virgin?" Colin responded.
"I'll give you virgin!" Ewald pushed the cockhead and shaft right to the bottom, giving a final shove as his hairy balls slapped against Colin's soft flesh. Colin moaned. Clear and slimy pre-cum dripped from his erect cock.
Ewald didn't ease up. He placed his hands on Colin's shoulders, pulled the cock most of the way out, and quickly went in again. The professor was breathing heavily, pushing in and out in hefty strokes. Colin's prostate was treated hard every time the cockhead passed over it. Now the man stopped for a moment halfway in and rotated. At the same time Colin used his arse muscles. The two were close to a simultaneous orgasm.
"I'll give you a lot of spunk, Colin love. I haven't cum since we were in the basement at the university. It's all yours!" Ewald pushed all the way in, again and again.
"I'm, I'mÉ!" Colin shouted. "Harder. Harder, sir. Don't stop. Don't stop!" Colin wriggled like a worm. The huge bed was like a stage.
"Take me boy, Take me!" Ewald answered in response to Colin's begging. The sweating man showed all the signs of orgasm. He curled his feet, he breathed through his nose like a stallion, and then he came with a roar. Every time he shot a load, he pushed deeper and deeper.
"Yes, thank you, thank you, sir. I'm cumming, sir. Cumming!" Hands-free, Colin spunked off all over his own body and face. A white shot even hit the mirror behind the bed and dripped down slowly.
Ewald stayed inside, but bent down and kissed his student before he eagerly licked the spunk from Colin's body and then fed his mouth.
Suddenly there was knocking on the door.
"Damn, damn!" Ewald swore. "My trousers. Stay cool, love!" He managed to pull two of the curtains closed.
"Come in!" he shouted. Nothing happened. "Come in, I'm in bed!" He shouted again. They heard that the door was being opened and a person entered the room.
"Your trousers, sir. I will place them here on the chair." The hall-boy was in the room again. What Ewald couldn't see, but Colin saw in the mirror, was that the hall-boy had free sight to the couple in bed. Just a polite glimpse and the boy left.
"He has a story to tell in the break now!" Colin said. "Maybe we should have invited him to take part."
In a hurry Ewald freed Colin from the ropes and placed him on top of his own body. "We have an hour until Petri collects us. Let's call the boy for some drinks. I want to tip him too, but we had better put on some clothes first!"
"I'll have to try the bathroom again!" Colin grinned. "You really filled me up, sir." Man-milk dripped down his upper legs. "You want to wash me?"
Colin had found an excellent viewpoint on a terrace outside Buda Castle. Beside him was his guide, Petri, who had been his chauffeur, his guide and his teacher for the last four hours. Buda Castle is situated on a hill overlooking the River Danube, and it provides an excellent vantage point to admire the surrounding scenery.
"Just in front you see Chain Bridge, opened in 1849. It was the first real stone bridge that was built across the Danube. By the way, the man who built the bridge was a Scottish engineer, Adam Clark." Petri pointed. "The bridge is a symbol of Budapest, the connection of Buda and Pest."
"And it's great when illuminated!" Colin responded
Petri placed an arm around Colin's shoulder. "I'll shut up now. I've been lecturing you for hours."
"You have really given me a great day, and the meal and the music inside the castle were superb. I didn't know the goulash was that good." He placed his hands on the stomach. "And the desserts and the Tokaji wine. Wonderful," he added.
Colin suddenly felt a bit ashamed. He had looked upon this Petri as only a strange chauffeur when they met at the airport. During this afternoon and evening the man had shown his knowledge in history, in politics and in religion, while guiding Colin through the city. He had also talked about his years in the army and how it was to wake up as queer.
"You said you are born in Swedish Lapland as one of seven siblings. How come you ended up at university and got all your knowledge?" Colin let Petri pull him even closer.
"A long story, boy. A local priest told be about gay-sex, and became my daddy. He paid for me all the way through university, but that was not my life. I quit and became a soldier." Petri stopped.
"But how did you meet Professor Ewald?" Colin asked.
"I met him in a darkroom in a gay sauna in Copenhagen in the eighties. He wasn't a professor then. He was a student and I was a soldier on leave." Petri laughed. "Don't tell him I've told you. He was only curious, he said. More than curious that night I can tell you. And we have met occasionally for more than forty years."
"Are you kidding, sir? But sir, then you must beÉ" He stopped. "I thought you were forty, your arms and your chest muscles, and your..." Colin used one hand to play with Petri's body hair all the way down to the belt. He faced the man now and Petri pulled him tight.
"You flatter me, Colin. An old, not very sexy man, and you, a model from another world!" Petri let the shorter Colin rest his head against his neck.
"Would you like to have sex with me?" Colin whispered.
"Are you asking if I want to fuck you?" Petri whispered too. "But you are Ewald's toy, are you not?"
"I'm my own master, sir! And my answer to your question is yes!" Colin placed one hand on Petri's bulge and the man responded by almost lifting the youngster by his round globes. In the lights from the castle behind them, and with a view of the dramatic city, Colin gave his new acquaintance a kiss that emphasised his decision.
"We will hurry down all the steps to the street!" Petri found Colin's hand. "I'll find a taxi, my car can stay behind, and then I will show you another bridge."
"But, Petri, we justÉ" Colin wasn't sure about more sightseeing. "And what about the professor?"
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing, and so does Ewald. Come on now!" Hand in hand they hurried down into the shadows.
The taxi stopped in front of a grandiose illuminated bridge. The almost white structure was shining in the late evening. Petri called it The Elizabeth Bridge.
"I want to walk across the river. It's such a hot night, and I think you will love the sight!" Petri stopped and took Colin's arm. "Take a look at the bronze statues, symbols of the Hungarian nation."
The traffic was heavy even in the evening, but Colin found a spot for some photos and sent them to Bill at home. Buda Castle to the left, and the Parliament building on the other side', he wrote. And this great man is Petri, my guide!" Like a real tourist, Colin took a selfie of himself and Petri.
"Do you remember your lessons now, young professor?" Petri grinned. "Why the name you think?"
"So you believe I'm just thinking about sex? Even if I am very excited about what the night will bring, I remember the stories about Queen Sisi, the wife of famous Emperor Franz Joseph. She seems still to be popular. I mean, this is a rather new bridge, built after the last war," Colin responded.
"But `Blauen Donau' is a fake, very grey and dirty, isn't it?" He let Petri embrace him, and was happy when the man found some naked skin.
"True Colin, but life is sometimes a fake. You're too young to know. Come on, let's hide in the shadows!" He hurried in front.
The two had walked for almost fifteen minutes, in and out of small streets, through narrow gates and passed abandoned houses and closed factories.
"You have heard about the ruin bars, I'm sure, romkocsma' in Hungarian? Now they are parts of the establisment', but you can still find some authentic bars for male cruising." Petri stopped in front of a five-storey well-tagged building. There were no lights around and no windows in the building. The former windows were covered with corrugated iron sheets. Petri knocked the metal door and a small hatch was opened. He gave a password and the door slid open.
They went into a sort of changing area where a young man gave them a black plastic bag. "For your clothes and valuables," the young man explained. The heavily-tattooed lad was dressed in only a black jockstrap.
"Clothing optional in the bar. Underwear after ten." The mature guy in leather spoke a heavily-accented English. "Tourists?" he asked. "Age?" He looked at Colin. Colin presented his student ID card. The professor had advised him to leave his passport in the hotel.
Petri showed a member's entrance card and was about to pay a fee.
"The boy is free if he stays naked in playrooms!" The man grinned. "Leave your underwear in the bar, young man. We'll give you a free beer too." He touched Colin's arm and licked his lips.
Colin undressed as if he was on a stage with only three in the audience. He started with his hoodie and smiled when he stripped off the tight t-shirt. As if it was an accident, he touched both his stiff nipples before he went on. He turned his back to the Hungarians, and stood in front of Petri while he kicked off his shoes, opened his belt and pulled down the tight jeans. "I should have worn the jock tonight," he thought but he showed off his butt in the tiniest bikini-briefs he had in his collection. The underwear was like a second skin and just emphasised the sexy globes.
"You'd better put the shoes back on, son. Not a ballroom in here, you see!" Petri coughed and used a hand to correct his leather-covered bulge. He had his eyes on Colin's front, and could see the silhouette of a small cock that grew upwards and had to be adjusted inside the sexy garment.
"Your turn, sir!" Colin was the one to smile now. He was very excited. Petri wore the same outfit he had on when he met Colin at the airport, a black tight leather jacket and leather-like trousers and boots. He had no shirt underneath so he showed off his dark body hair in one movement. A dark-blue snake was pictured from his neck, around his body and down into his trousers through a bush of trimmed pubic hair.
"You like what you see, son?" Petri did some rather stupid muscle work in front of the small audience.
"I would rather see the muscle you have below, sir. Very promising so far!" Colin opened Petri's belt and unzipped him. As if made for stripping events, Petri opened the trousers and pulled them off. Colin gasped and put one hand over his mouth. The man was butt-naked. The hanging semi-stiff monster cock was decorated like the head of the snake and had a heavy piercing through the piss-slit. Colin coughed and said nothing.
"You have boxer-shorts for me?" Petri looked at the young assistant, who very quickly found some cover for him.
"I would rather see you without, sir!" Colin used both hands on the cock which grew at his touching. He pulled back the man's foreskin and played with the glistening cockhead.
"Better not scare the ones inside!" Petri put on the black shorts he had been given and tried to adjust his stiff weapon. He turned around and almost pushed Colin through a door and then through some heavy curtains.
The rather small room was filled with loud music, smoke and partly undressed men. A long bar with a lot of bottles stood at the far end of the room, served by two bartenders, a light hairy one in a black jock and harness and a younger guy dressed in `nothing'. That was how Colin explained the setup when he called his daddy at home the next morning.
"A beer, son?" Petri walked up to the bar and was greeted as a regular customer. Shortly afterwards they found a place to enjoy their beers. Colin wasn't just welcomed by eye contact and whistles but also by light touching from men who made an excuse to pass him.
A short time after their arrival, two youngsters climbed onto the bar and acted like go-go dancers. "I should have brought some "JustColin" gear for them," Colin thought. Hungarian football-shorts weren't the most sexy things in Colin's eyes.
"They can't be eighteen!" Colin whispered in Petri's ear.
"Don't know. They are part of the establishment, I think. I've seen them before." He looked at his watch. "They will soon leave for the inner rooms. Last time I was here, the pair put on a rather hot show inside!" Petri grinned.
The two boys walked along the bar between drinks and bottles of beer, and let men touch them. They stopped at the end of the bar. Giggling, they pulled down their shorts and threw them to the bartender who returned the bottles. Helped by eager hands, the boys were lifted from the bar and followed by a group of mostly youngsters through some heavy black curtains.
"Let's see what's going on, eh?" Petri questioned.
"Are we just watching, sir? I need some service myself, and you?" Colin played with Petri's bulge.
"All you feel for, boy, but I need another beer first." Petri pulled a note from his boots.
"I need another too!" Colin went close to the bar and was given room by the drinking men. Without shyness and followed by whistling, Colin stripped off his briefs and threw it to the oldest bartender. He waited for his reward, but instead of handling out the beer, the bartender put the briefs over his nose. He sniffed and grinned while the men around shouted.
"You will soon be in need for something stronger I think, but okay!" He handed Colin the bottle. "Have fun," he said, while Colin opened the heavy curtain.
"The first room was a very traditional darkroom," Colin told Bill the next day. "Some cubicles with open doors and many invitations. The second room was divided in two - a horrible institution-like bathroom as if taken from the HOSTEL movies, and a piss-trough - triple the length of the one Colin had seen in the university archive basement at home. And a lot of action, aye! All needs were covered there - an Eldorado for my horny old professor."
Colin was really horny when he entered the inner room, a huge basement that looked like a garage. At the centre of one of the walls were a collection of oil barrels in different sizes. The room was rather dark except for the barrel area which was lit by hanging industrial lights. The room was very crowded, mostly by mature men.
One of the youngsters from the bar had been placed on the top of one of the barrels. Some younger men held him down, while others lifted and spread his legs. The other youngster had the role as a top, and his fully grown dick bottomed again and again. A man in a rather dirty open white doctor's coat fed the bottom boy with poppers every time he yelled. The smell of nitrites filled the room.
Colin looked around. There were some naked youngsters, and some older men in sexy underwear. Some hand-jobs were exchanged while their eyes followed the performance, where the boys now changed position. On a smaller barrel the top boy now knelt and was served by the other guy with equipment not much bigger than Colin's. While he was doing his job, sweating and sniffing, he was fucked from behind by some of the younger men around.
Colin suddenly felt strong arms around him. One hand played with his dripping cock, the other played with his nipples. It was not Petri.
"You would have done a better job, Colin. Fancy a fuck now? Where is Petri? I promised himÉOuch! Damn!" Professor Ewald had trouble speaking. A fast-kneeling Colin had the man's cook deep inside his mouth and throat.
On the barrel stage the two boys fed each other boy-milk, while some of the other boys around added more white shots over the two bodies. Many of the spectators had however turned to the darker side of the room with a kneeling Colin in the centre of the action.
Ewald was not careful. He pumped his cock in and out of Colin's mouth. Saliva, slime and tears dripped from him and the man moaned as if he was about to cum.
"Damn!" Colin managed to get loose. "Fuck me now, man! They want a show here so don't be shy. Fuck me here and now, please!" he begged.
The professor found Colin's curly hair and almost dragged him to the barrel and pushed him down. Colin did not protest. He placed his upper body over the barrel, and spread his legs wide with his feet still on the floor. When he then lifted his tail and spread his arse cheeks, he was ready for fucking. In the faint light, the pink entrance was an obvious invitation.
Colin was a bit stressed when his professor again placed his cock on the barrel ready for more sucking. Everybody could see that the boy was horny. Pre-cum dripped down the side of the red and green oil barrel.
"Open him. Go on!" Professor Ewald addressed the nearest members of the audience. But no cocks!" A young man was near Colin with his stiff cock all ready. "Use your tongue, boy. Make him scream. Let him beg for my cock!"
The young man knelt and used his tongue and lips. Soon a mature man almost pushed the youngster aside and continued the rimming. Another youngster knelt and found Colin's cock. Colin was really being served now with Ewald mouth-fucking him, one man was rimming him and a youngster was sucking his cock as if it was a teat. And he was soon rewarded. Colin could not speak. Ewald was being rough but Colin just let it go. He shot his boy-cream into the youngster sucking him. The lad couldn't take all, so spunk dripped from his mouth. The rimming man collected the dripping spunk with his own mouth. He ate some and then spat a large amount into Colin's well-opened boy-cunt.
"He's ready for you, sir!" The man was very polite when he stepped aside for Ewald. The sucking boy was still on the floor. Now he passed the professor a tube of jelly, but Ewald shook his head.
"Prepare me, son!" Ewald tried to speak Hungarian. The boy just grinned and greased up his hands before he started the job with Ewald's thick 20 cm (8 inch) man-cock. The wanking from the boy made him close eyes. He loved both the scenery and the situation.
"You ready, Col? Certain?" Ewald placed his greasy cockhead just outside the pink pucker. As if this was a sort of a planned show, it was all of a sudden very silent in the small basement room. The wanking guys also stopped. A scream, as if from a hunted animal, filled the room when Ewald rammed his fat cock all the way into the waiting boy. The man pulled out a second later and rammed back inside again.
Another howl came from Colin, but now he played a role. The worst pain had turned to heat. The man in front opened some poppers and held it towards Colin. "Don't reduce my joy!" Colin sneered and pushed the small bottle away.
Ewald did what he could to please Colin, but the boy knew his problem. He was not rock-hard for a long fuck, so Colin used his arse-muscles to give more energy to his older lover. Ewald was the one to howl now, and without reaching orgasm, he withdrew. Colin felt both stressed and unsatisfied. The first round had not given him a real orgasm. He looked around. Ewald had left the basement, and Petri was not back.
Colin turned around. Behind him was the mature sucker and in front the lad who had taken his first load, and the boy who had rimmed him so well.
"Make me cum! Fuck me, fuck me!" Colin had no trouble with language. The two youngsters were both wanking their mature cocks and Colin needed a fast finish. He pointed at the older man while he played with his nipples. The man took the sign, but was very gentle. "Harder! Damn, harder! Bite! Bite!" He showed the man his teeth in a grinning face, and soon he was treated very professionally.
"I'm cumming, please, please!" Colin lifted his hips and started a wild jack-off while the audience applauded. "Aahhh!" He let the spunk shoot wild, and was joined by at least the three men doing the same.
The older man took care of Colin afterwards without a word. He cleaned him of spunk and then found some paper towels and helped him get dry. In the end Colin kissed him lightly before turning to the two boys and giving them a high five.
Colin left the basement when the young pool-dancers entered the basement again. "A new show," Colin thought. He passed the doors in the black-rooms, noting some porn screens, and some sad-looking and inviting men. Colin wasn't really checking men out. He needed another beer. The basement show had been very intense.
In the end he passed a partly open door and heard some familiar voices. He stopped and watched. The floor was covered with black plastic. Doggy-style, his professor was in the middle of the room while Petri was fucking him in a wild and violent manner. The young tattooed boy from the entrance and the leather-dressed man were inside too. The boy was wearing a dog collar, but was otherwise fully naked. "His cock is even smaller than mine," Colin thought and tugged his, for once, flaccid dick. The sounds from the bar told of a lot of new customers. Colin entered the room through the black curtains and went up to the bartender.
"You have my undies, sir, and I need another beer and have no money," Colin said with a smile.
The bartender handed Colin a bottle of beer. "Dance for it!" The man lifted him onto the bar. He turned a button and the light in the room dimmed except for spotlights above the bar.
"Look at him. Who owns this bar now?" Petri pinched Ewald's butt. The two were standing in the shadows watching Colin on the bar among drinks and bottles. The men around reached out for him and he let them touch, but just lightly. He lay down and let men play with him. Then he danced again, but the music had turned softer. Again he lay down with his shoulders and heels on the wooden bar so that his body went up into a bridge. The small, very stiff cock, was the highest point. Colin pressed his muscles and managed to press out some drops of wet slime that dripped down the shaft from the open piss-slit.
"I have a taxi outside, Colin!" Petri whispered. He was beside the bar now. "You ready for the hotel?"
"Yes, I'm coming. Keep my jock, you horny devil." Colin blew a kiss to the bartender who used a hand to lift his crotch.
"Where is my professor?" Colin asked when they waited for their clothes.
"He has another appointment, I think." Petri looked at the young man, who blushed.
"Ok, you go with me then, Petri. Don't leave me now. I was near to cumming on that bar!" He put a hand down into Petri's trousers.
Twenty minutes later a naked Colin was on his back in the hotel bed. He lifted his hips and placed a cushion underneath his butt. "I'm all yours. I have waited for your monster cock all day."
Petri was also naked and ready. His 23 cm (9 inch) dick, with a Prince Albert piercing through the piss-slit and cockhead, made Colin both scared and excited.
"You look a bit shaky, boy. You sure you can handle my tool? I don't want you to leave Budapest with a torn ass!" Petri played with his full erection, first with his hand and then making a teasing helicopter movement.
"I've taken your size many times, sir, but you will be my first Prince Albert." Colin lifted his upper body onto his elbows to look closely.
"I can remove it if you want to, but I'm sure your boy-button will be pleased by some metallic treatment. Do you have any lube? And you say no to poppers are needed, I heard." Petri climbed onto the bed and lifted Colin's legs and locked them in his muscular arms.
"On the sideboard." Colin turned his head. Petri changed position and held both of Colin's legs in one big hand while he applied the lube with two fingers and penetrated the almost closed entrance. Colin moaned loudly, and when Petri added a third finger, he did what he could to spread his legs further. The man managed to deep-fuck the youngster with his fat fingers.
"Give me the royal fuck now, sir. I've heard that Queen Victoria had a Scottish lover. Maybe Prince Albert was linked to the bed pole by the cock-ring. Ahhh!" Colin stopped talking. The huge greased ring and the wet cockhead were inside in one tough movement.
"Yes, yesÉ damnÉ damn goodÉ yesÉ all the way, harder, kill me, kill me, man!" Colin threw his head from side to side. The pain was intense, but so was the feeling of fire. Petri was a great fucker. He knew exactly what to do. It had been a long time since Colin had felt a huge cock that treated him like that, made him feel good, rested and pumped, shivered and twisted.
"Yes Petri, yes sir. You are good, good, more, just there. I feel the steel ring, feel it, damn, good, yes!" Colin did not know where he was. His orgasm seemed to start in his feet. He curled his toes, his legs trembled and his balls contracted.
"Yes, I'm, I'mÉ" A shot of clear spunk crossed the bed and landed on the old-fashioned mirror. The next spots were like white bullets. The small-cocked lad sprayed his boy-milk all around. Petri did not change attitude. He went on and on, again and again, now with closed eyes, and snorting like a bull. In and out he went. Fully out and then fully inside again. Colin's body was wet from spunk as well as sweat from himself and from the intense fucker.
"Fuck, fuck, yesÉ" Colin felt Petri's cock inside him while the man's fingernails were twisting the boy's nipples. He spunked off again. Clear juice dripped from him, and he couldn't stop the orgasm. It was like series of spasms. He heard Petri roar and he felt the man's milk fill his bowels.
Petri hit Colin's face lightly with one hand. "What happened? Are you okay? Did you faint?" Petri had Colin in his arms. The cock was still inside him.
"Don't know. I was in heaven!" Colin whispered. "I've neverÉnever!" He closed his eyes and felt the huge tool leave him.
The odd pair rested for a while in the `royal bed', as Colin called the four-poster bed. It had been a long time since he'd had a heavy multi orgasm like that. Finnish-Swedish Petri, crowned with a Prince Albert, had been a real winner.
"Let me, please." Colin turned around and used his tongue to take care of the slimy cock, licking the cockhead, the piercing and the shaft. Petri purred like a cat.
Professor Ewald tried to relax in the sunshine. He had rented a double sun-bed along one of the outdoor pools in the Szechenyi Medicinal Baths, probably Budapest's most famous spa. He had taken Colin for a short sightseeing trip to the building known for its grand Neo-Baroque architecture, but understood soon that the boy was more interested in the pools.
Ewald used one hand to make a shade. He couldn't help smiling. Colin was among a group of mature men. He was diving, he was swimming and he was posing like a star.
"He's damn sexy, even without stripping," Ewald thought. Colin was dressed in his smallest JustColin swimwear. The red bikini showed the wet bulge and followed the crack between his globes like a second skin. The difference in temperature and the touch from Colin's fingers made his nubs hard. The boyish movement of the wet hair sent drops of water onto the nearest men who just laughed.
"Nice to be here!" Colin said as he dropped down on the bed beside the professor. "But I'm hungry, the breakfast was rather poor. And you promised me hot chocolate for lunch, sir." He looked around and gave his professor a friendly kiss.
Ewald looked at his watch. "Two hours, and I will present you to the conference. You prepared, son?" He handed Colin a towel.
"But I have no formal clothes. You never told me, sir. A holiday weekend, you told me." He stripped off his tiny swimsuit and covered up with the towel.
On the way to the changing room the pair passed the group of men who earlier had been entertained by Colin. A loud whistle was heard. Colin answered by shaking his bum while he lowered the towel for a second, long enough to show his round butt to the men.
To be continued