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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 73
(Budapest - Ewald and Ivor, - Glasgow - Kenny, Colin's future )
"Dear colleagues!" Professor Ewald looked around the audience and played with some keys in his pocket as usual. "I have the pleasure to present one of my young students this afternoon. As my assistant this semester, he has agreed to give us a brief overview of his project `The Old Norse influence on modern English.' It was not easy to pull him away from entertaining the beauties of Budapest this afternoon, but here he is. Colin, your audience!"
Colin blushed, a bit embarrassed by his professor who was in a way giving him a chance to show off in front of his colleagues. He was met by polite applause from the group of dignitaries. With his laptop in one hand, he replaced Professor Ewald behind the desk. He felt a bit lost behind the too tall lectern so he just put the laptop on the desk, and walked in front of the formally dressed audience, stopping very near the first row in the old-fashioned auditorium. He was dressed in a very tight white short-sleeved shirt without a singlet (which left his chocolate-coloured nipples visible) and the only smart pair of trousers he had brought from home. These were black and very tight, meant for clubbing, not for a performance like this. With just a jock underneath, the shape of his globes could easily be admired.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. It's very nice to be here, very nice to be invited." With a very clear and distinct voice he started his speech. He searched the group in his usual manner and found two interesting faces. A very nice grey-haired gentleman in the left front had searching and smiling eyes. A younger, dark-haired man with a goatee who sat further back to the right made contact with a sort of teasing smile.
"Yes, my professor is correct. I have been entertained in your beautiful city today, and used your excellent pools. As you can see, I'm not dressed for this serious occasion, but my dear professor assured me that what I say today is more important than how I'm dressed." Colin received murmurs of agreement in response. The old gentleman whispered a comment in the ear of the man sitting next to him while the younger man that Colin had noted gave an even broader smile.
Colin pointed at the whiteboard behind him and was happy that the modern technology worked well in the old-fashioned surroundings. A map of Scotland and the Scandinavian countries filled the board. Colin turned back to the audience and walked slowly from one side to the other. He was eager now. He owned this stage, he owned the audience and he owned his topic.
"Why did you make the joke about the girls, sir?" Colin and Professor Ewald shared an outdoor table at a famous cafe in the middle of the city. Colin had just lifted a plate of cakes from a trolley brought by a formally dressed waiter. With a smile from ear to ear, he put the silver fork in `The Dobos Torte', a classic Hungarian dessert that consists of multiple layers of sponge cake with chocolate buttercream and a hard caramel topping.
"I wanted to put you under stress, Colin. You do your best work when you leave your manuscript, when you talk direct to your `pupils', and they were all your pupils today. You put on a great performance. You'll be an excellent teacher!"
The youngster blushed in the sunshine and continued with an almond cake.
"And I couldn't tell them that you entertained all the old men in the spa!" Ewald grinned and found Colin's hand.
"Jealous, sir?" Colin caressed the man's upper leg underneath the white tablecloth.
"No, not jealous, proud! I have to tell you that you are invited to share a table with the ambassador this evening." Ewald lifted the glass of Hungarian wine in front of him and took a sip. Even Colin had been served a glass of sweet Tokaji, the famous Hungarian wine.
"Who was the man with the goatee that chatted with you after the lecture? You seemed very familiar with him, sir." Colin was curious about the men he had `addressed' during his speech. He knew now that the ambassador was the grey-haired gentleman.
"Oh, his name is Joseph. Didn't you recognise him? He was very close when you gave your performance on the bar last night. He chatted with me as we left the formal party. I'm sure he will entertain you tonight!"
Ewald soon emptied his glass. "Excuse me for a moment, son. I have some private business. We leave for the hotel during the break before dinner, I suggest."
"And a fuck, I hope!" Colin thought. The hot sunshine had made him horny, and he needed more than a rest.
"You know who I met by the toilet?" Ewald whispered when he returned to the table.
"Should I know? I did see a young man following you though." Colin finished his coffee.
"And you didn't recognise him?" The professor placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. "Eddy, the young flight steward!"
"It's not my habit to check out young men, sir. Did he propose to suck you off?" Colin asked without emotion.
"Don't be stupid! There were a lot of people around." Ewald grinned and sat down. "He's Irish. I gave him my card and asked him to call me when he comes to Glasgow. They will start a new flight schedule next week, he said."
"Did he mention Ivor?" Colin was suddenly very interested.
"Ivor, who? Oh, you mean that old fellow. Guess he's still in Budapest as well." The professor left the table while Colin looked around as he got up to follow him. He found Eddy with two ladies, but no sign of the older steward from the flight. Colin adjusted his stiffening cock and followed his professor out from the fashionable cafe.
Colin stopped outside the luxurious hotel. He found a bench after a good jog through the streets. His professor was still in bed when he left. The man had done his job well after a long party-night, and Colin was very satisfied for the late night fuck after the party, the food and the drinks. Now he checked the hotel name once more and the van's logo as well. For sure, it was the car he had seen at the airport the other day.
People were walking in and out. The doors were guarded by staff in smart uniforms. Colin could not just walk inside in tight sports-shorts and singlet. No-one from the flight crew was seen and he was about to drop his intention when he saw a young bell-boy helping an old couple with their luggage down the front stairs. Colin rushed forward, pulled a banknote from one of his socks, and managed to stop the boy before he went back inside.
"Please do me a favour, buddy!" He put the money in the boy's pocket. The boy looked around, appearing stressed, but he stayed close.
"I know the crew from the airline stay here. Find a man for me - Ivor, please. Just tell him that Colin waits for him outside." Colin repeated his message but wasn't sure that boy understood.
"Call-boy?" The boy pointed at Colin.
"No. My name is Collinn." Colin said his name slowly. "Please find Ivor for me, important!" Colin tried to stay calm. More customers left the hotel and kept the guards busy.
"Call-boy?" The young one grinned again and made a fucking movement with hand and fingers, turned around and left in a hurry for the lobby.
Colin went back to the bench. "Call-boy?" he thought. "Maybe close to the truth, since I'm sometimes paid to make men happy." He blushed at his own thoughts. "But now I want some fun for myself," he whispered out loud as he corrected his bulge.
Less than five minutes later a grey-haired man in his sixties hurried down the stairs, crossed the small park and almost lifted Colin with his arms. "I guessed it was you, son. Eddy told me that he had seen you yesterday. Why didn't you contact him?"
"Sorry, I didn't recognise him. And he was with some ladies, soÉ" Colin was suddenly uncertain what to say. He couldn't just tell the man to fuck him.
"We just had breakfast in my room. You?" Ivor still had his arms around the boy.
"I'm done sir, but I could do with some more exercise. Late last night!" Colin said.
"I could do with some exercise myself, but I hate to run in the streets. Come with me, son. I'll change into something more suitable for some jogging. I know a forest on the outskirts of the city and we will use a taxi to go there." With one hand on Colin's shoulder, he almost pushed him into the lobby. They crossed the floor for the lift and Colin was one huge smile when he met the bell-boy with another group of old ladies.
"Get me a taxi in ten minutes, boy!" Ivor handed the boy some cash. Colin would have loved to return the boy's previous finger-fucking sign but he managed to behave.
Ivor headed in front to his room on the top floor and opened the door for Colin. Colin was surprised when he saw Eddy sitting on the bed in a partly open bathrobe. The young steward hurried to cover up his naked body when Colin entered the room.
"We've had a late breakfast while planning the day." Ivor did not have to make an excuse but he met Colin's eyes.
"I'm going to take Colin to the Buda Hills, Eddy. We need some...exercise. There are some great scenic views out there, you know." The man winked. "We'll be back in good time for the airport."
Ivor undressed without shyness in front of Colin and his colleague. "His mature body was really made for posing," Colin told Bill later that evening.
As if this had been planned, the man put on a t-shirt and shorts. He found socks and trainers, and packed a small bag with a towel and some water.
"Get some fresh air yourself, Eddy. And turn out the ladies!" He grinned. He pushed Colin in front out the door by gripping his shoulder lightly.
The view of the city was marvellous. Colin was standing on a viewpoint with Ivor behind him. They were as close as two men could be. Ivor had both his arms around Colin. His growing bulge touched the buttocks in front of him. Colin spread his legs a bit and pushed his butt backwards. Ivor's mature hands caressed the young body, from neck to hips. He played with the erect nipples seen through the thin white fabric. After some heavy breathing he kissed the neck in front in front of him with wet lips. One hand found some bare skin and followed the body inside the shorts until he cupped the smooth, but sweaty balls.
Ivor looked around as if he was afraid that someone might see them. He then pulled Colin's shorts down below his globes. At the same time, he let his stiff dick search the arse-crack and enter the hot area between Colin's legs. Colin felt the hot, wet cockhead touch the back of his balls. Neither of them moved. They just melted into one figure.
"Why can't I suck you, sir? You are damn horny!" Colin whispered.
"I don't want you to think of me as a dirty old pig." Ivor whispered too. "If I am to make love to you, it's because I want to make you feel good." He let his lips touch Colin's neck again.
"But why don't you fuck me then? Your cock is almost in my cunt, sir. I could just bend a little!" Colin used his thigh-muscles to squeeze the cock.
"But you are freezing, Colin. It's not summer and the wind is cold now." Again Ivor covered Colin's body with his arms.
Slowly Colin turned around. His dripping erection met Ivor's rock-hard cock. The man cupped Colin's butt and let his own dick rub against Colin's groin. Colin was so excited that he had to think of something else. He was afraid he might cum only by touching the man he fancied.
"We had a good run," Colin whispered. "You're in damn good shape, sir." He looked in the man's blue eyes.
"Maybe we could continue the action from the other day." Ivor's lips were now close to Colin's and the two met in a wet, long-lasting kiss where tongues fought an intense battle.
"I'll call for a taxi. Should be here in fifteen minutes. Let's jog down to the parking spot." Ivor pulled up the shorts and tried to adjust his boner. Colin didn't even try. The tight shorts hid nothing.
"What will you do with all the pictures you took of me today. Must be hundreds. Any part of me you didn't photograph? You loved me climbing naked in the trees, didn't you? And seeing me on the path running with a hard-on? You fulfilled a fantasy, you said." Colin placed his head in the man's lap. They had found a bench while waiting for the taxi.
"I will keep them as the best memory ever from this beautiful place. I've taken many pictures up here over the years, but this is the first time I've met a youngster like you." Ivor hugged Colin.
"It was great to play for you, but now you owe me a fuck!" Colin was suddenly very direct. "I want that stallion-cock all inside me." He used his hand to squeeze the tool inside the shorts. "And you have taken pictures of my stiff cock and my nipples. Now I want them worked on, sir."
"Okay, a fast fuck, and then lunch. Is that a deal, young man?" Ivor grinned now. A black taxi stopped in front of them.
"Undress him for me, and prepare him. He is cold and needs a shower," Ivor commanded Eddy who still was in the room, lying on the bed dressed only in boxer-shorts. The man took beers from the mini-bar. "And call for lunch in one hour, served up here. A full hot lunch!"
Colin did not move. He was standing in the middle of the room, listening to the commands from the man who had just caressed and pleasured him.
Eddy jumped from the bed and knelt in front of Colin. First he helped him by removing the jogging shoes and the socks. Colin had to correct his balance by holding Eddy's naked shoulders. He noticed that Ivor was following every movement. Colin lifted his arms when Eddy took hold of his singlet. The nipples grew erect from being rubbed by the texture of the singlet, and Colin moaned softly when the younger steward touched them afterwards. Again Colin looked over at Ivor. The man almost licked his lips while using a free hand to squeeze his erection inside the shorts while enjoying the cold beer.
"You finish stripping now, Colin. Slowly please." The mild voice was back.
Colin was suddenly on stage. He turned his back to the man and lowered his shorts, once and then a second time. He had no underwear, just the running shorts, but the narrow waistband lifted the buttocks when Colin pulled the shorts back up. He turned and let the shorts slowly fall until his smooth pubic area was fully visible. Then he lifted his arms above his head and looked at Eddy who took the signal and stripped him completely. The stiff cock pointed upwards, but the foreskin still covered part of his cockhead.
Without warning Eddy used two fingers and pulled the foreskin back. Colin couldn't be more naked and ready. He turned around, spread his legs wide, and bent over. Using both hands, he spread his globes and showed the stewards his boy-cunt, ready and waiting.
"Satisfied, sir? You ready?" Colin turned to the man who coughed lightly.
"Take a shower, Colin. Find him a bathrobe, Eddy!"
Colin smiled when he saw the tenting in the younger man's boxer-briefs. Not as impressive as the bulge in his colleague's shorts. "Probably a tiny one like my own," he thought.
Eddy followed Colin into the bathroom. Without shyness, Colin placed himself in front of the toilet bowl and tried to piss. Never easy with a rock-hard boner. "May I help you?" Eddy grinned, took hold of Colin's cock and almost wanked him piss-dry.
"Climb into the tub, buddy. I'll give you a hand!" Eddy turned on the shower, found shampoo and soap, and treated Colin like a kid. "I have a younger brother, you see, and he often wants me to wash him when I'm home for some days. He's more ticklish than you!" Eddy played with his dick and balls, and Colin soon rose to full glory once more.
"I understand why. You are good Eddy, but why is Ivor bossing you so much?" Colin was ready for the bathrobe that was handed him.
"He just plays macho because you're around. He acts like my father when we're alone. Just let him dominate you. He's a great fuck. You want his cock, eh?" Eddy touched Colin's arse. "Let me give you some lube. He's huge!" Eddy found the grease. First he used two fingers from one hand, then added two fingers from his other hand. He stretched Colin's arse-ring until he started to whimper.
Ivor was lying on his back in with a pillow underneath his head, naked and ready. Colin had been impressed by the older man's arm muscles and upper leg size, but now he also could admire his torso. Ivor scratched his balls and cock and Colin could see that Eddy hadn't told lies about the man's size.
Colin let his bathrobe fall to the floor and climbed onto the bed between the man's spread legs. He placed himself in a doggy-style position and waited for instructions. His elbows were beside the man's thighs and he reached for the big man-cock with both hands. With the tip of his tongue, he caught some of the wet dripping slime. He then took the cock into his mouth.
"Lick him, Eddy. Spit in his ass. I want him dripping wet, with no kid-like yelling when I enter him."
Eddy obeyed the command at once, and Colin lifted his hips. The young steward had no problem filling the already opened boy-cunt with his tongue. The experience licker attacked Colin's cunt as if he was in bed with a dry old lady. Ivor found Colin's cock and jerked him with one hand while Eddy went on with the tongue-fuck.
"Okay, kid, I've waited for this since the turbulence." Ivor grinned and lifted Colin from the bed and placed him with his open wet cunt just above the pink cockhead.
With a single movement Colin knelt down and took the more than 20 cm (8 inch) cock all the way to the bottom. The only sound was the man's moan. Colin bent down and kissed him. "Now, sir. Now you are in command. I'm ready for a flight to the darkest hell or the brightest heaven. I'll take either, sir, your choice." Colin gave the man all his weight, keeping the big cock as deep as possible.
"Take care of his nipples, Eddy. Do him like you do your hot ladies in there." Again Ivor took command. Eddy climbed behind Colin. He had stripped off his underwear now and his thin cock met Colin's arse-crack above Ivor's pole.
Soon the young Scot was treated from below by a master-fucker, while Eddy used his fingers and nails to squeeze Colin's blood red nipples.
"Yes, yes, yes, yeeesss. No, no, no, don't stop, don't stop!" Colin was reaching the depths and the heights again and again. He almost cried with disappointment when Ivor stopped him from cumming. Immediately afterwards Ivor lifted Colin from his body and pulled most of his cock out. Colin understood what was coming. Eddy pushed his stiff boner into Colin's open hole. At the same time Ivor made Colin kneel again. Two cocks, one young and one old, filled him. Colin did not miss this time. He was close to the edge. He almost drenched Ivor's body with his dripping pre-cum.
This time nobody could stop young Colin. "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" He cried and let his boy-milk spray over the man in front of him, a man who howled as Colin's contractions squeezed his cock and then filled his insides with spunk.
Both Ivor and Colin had forgotten Eddy on their way to climax. Now he was kneeling beside the pair. "Who needs some fresh vitamins?" he almost shouted while he wanked his cock furiously. Colin bent down so that his head was next to Ivor's. The assistant steward let his cum hit the faces of his boss and his former passenger. Colin licked and swallowed while Ivor used his tongue and lips to collect both boy-milk and man-milk.
"Why do you live in London when your home is in Transylvania?" Colin asked. The three had almost finished a hearty meal. "Isn't Dracula's landscape more dramatic than Harrow-on-the Hill?"
"Probably, but Dracula would have loved the blood that occurs at Wembley as well. I'm a football fan you see." Ivor had recovered after the fight in bed. "But young man, why did you scream Bill's name when I fucked you, not once but twice. Who's Bill?"
"Bill is my adopted father, my boss and my lover. If I called you Bill when you fucked me, it's probably the best compliment I can give you," Colin answered. Soon afterwards he looked at his watch. "I'd better leave now or my dear professor will send the police to search for me."
"But you can't jog back now. It's cold and raining outside!" Ivor cared for his young passenger.
"My dear friends, do you think you can stop a Scot with some rain?" Colin frowned. "But thank you for the sightseeing, andÉentertainment...great fun." Colin grinned. "And Ivor, remember our agreement. When you come to Glasgow airport next time, you call me. Okay?"
"I will. And I'll bring the bottle of Tokaji wine for your Bill." Ivor hugged Colin tightly.
"And you take care of the old ladies, Eddy. Maybe I'll see you in Glasgow as well." The youngsters said goodbye to each other with a high-five.
"Sorry I couldn't buy you that wine, Daddy. I forgot that we only travelled with hand luggage and it wasn't available at the airport Duty Free." Colin spoke with his dad from the airport. "But I'll tell you about a Dracula figure when I see you. He will bring your wine to Glasgow!"
"Dracula?" Bill was questioning.
"Aye, Ivor, a steward and a greatÉ.and a great... it's so crowded here, Dad. Meet you tomorrow, okay. Love you - take care!" Professor Ewald and his student were about to leave Budapest. Colin had promised to write a report on the weekend.
Colin was for once early in bed. The days had been really busy after the return from Budapest, and he had tried to start up the swimming again. The swimming instructor had offered a solo session for him, but Colin wasn't quite sure if the lesson was about swimming or about some personal matters. Colin had declined an invitation to a visit to his downstairs so-called office, even though he had enjoyed well some hot bdsm events down there in the past.
Colin waited for Kenny. He hadn't had much contact with him in the last couple of days, and today his roomie had his weekly rugby-training. And Colin really wanted for him. He loved the sweaty body which was often filled with testosterone after hours of sport with other males. He looked at the clock again. Kenny was late.
The footsteps on the outside stairs were not the usual ones, and instead of almost tearing down the apartment door, Kenny opened the door in a normal manner and entered the room slowly.
"What's the matter, buddy? You sick, or what?" Colin sat up. Kenny was still wearing his rugby gear and was dirtier than normal. He usually showered and changed after training, but not today.
"A small accident, Kiddo. Stupid accident, but a team-mate hit my thigh instead of the ball, and his shoes were damn hard." He started to undress in the middle of the room. "I haven't showered. I needÉ"
"I can smell that, amigo. I love your scent, you know, but grass and mud is not the best in bed." Colin looked on as his room-mate struggled with his clothes. "You want me to help you? Doesn't look nice." Kenny had pulled his baggy shorts down and showed some dirty skin.
"It isn't nice either. Maybe you think I exaggerate, just like my girlfriend, Kiddo? That dammed woman didn't even help me into the car!" Kenny was standing helpless.
"No, I'm sure you are hurt Kenny, and your sensitive body isn't built for pain, I know. You should have chosen a lighter sport than rugby, eh?" Colin grinned and climbed out of bed. There was a huge contrast between the naked Colin, ready for sleep, and the bigger Kenny dirty and `helpless'. Now Colin undressed the sporty and compact body in front of him. Again Colin couldn't help but admire his roomie's body. He knew every part of that body, and the two guys had very few secrets from each other.
"Take a shower now, buddy, and I'll find Kasim's African cream." Colin smiled as he slowly pulled down the tight support underwear. There was a swelling on the inner part of Kenny's left upper thigh. With a light hand, Colin touched it. Kenny howled. Colin touched the huge balls that now had their freedom. Kenny moaned softly. With a cheating movement, Colin lifted Kenny's hanging cock. "Happy that he isn't hurt!" Colin grinned.
Kenny limped when he left for the bathroom. "Why do macho guys act like babies when something is wrong with them?" he asked himself. He placed Kenny's boots outside the door and picked up the dirty clothes from the floor. From the lower drawer in the side table, he took a jar of black cream. He had given the potion the name `African Cream' after Kasim, his Arab friend and old porn-star, had first used the cream on him after some heavy bdsm action. "Better find some massage oil as well," Colin thought. He found some camphor-oil and warmed it in his hands.
Colin waited. Again he looked at the time. "What's going on?" he wondered. Kenny was usually very quick with his bathroom visits, quite different from Colin who needed a bit more time for his modelling habits. Colin left the bed. The bathroom door was partly open.
"What the hell are you doing, Kenny?" Colin almost shouted. Kenny was standing with one foot on the floor and the other on the toilet bowl lid. With one hand he lifted his balls and in the other hand he had Colin's hand mirror.
"I'm dammed sore!" Kenny replied, but it's so dark in here. "My ass is burning like hell!" He looked at Colin with frustration.
"Okay. Doggie, mate!" Colin pushed Kenny aside and took hold of the hand-mirror. "Bend over and spread those arse cheeks," he commanded. Kenny placed both hands on the bowl and spread his legs. Colin used his hands to spread the firm buttocks.
"When did you start to shave your arse?" Colin asked a bit surprised. "This looks rather bad. You look as if you have had sand-paper between your legs!"
"She wanted me clean!" Kenny said. "Couldn't stand the smell of boy sweat!"
Colin didn't have to ask who she was. With soft hands, he touched the area around the male entrance. "Stubble in your arsecrack, Kenny. Made worse by your sweating during the match. You're asking for trouble. I prefer you with your natural soft bush. Well, of course you could shave every day, or go to a lady saloon for some waxing!" Colin tried not to laugh. Just now he was happy that he was naturally smooth around his own boy-pussy.
The sound from his friend was not friendly. Kenny snarled.
"Just wait. I'll help you, but we need some more light. Let's use this first." Colin found a tin of talcum powder and put some on his hand before he carefully treated the sore area. Kenny didn't move. He let Colin help him without complaining.
"Now let me. Straighten up!" Colin found a towel and started to rub Kenny's hair and wet shoulders dry. He dried the upper body as well, rubbing the small amount of body hair harder, and made some movements around the dark nipples. When the towelling stopped above the groin, Colin turned around. He didn't want to show his roomie that his own cock now was rock-hard.
"You can finish off and come into bed. I'll give you some massage but I'm sure the cream will be good for your sore bum as well. And let the hair grow back!" Colin left the bathroom for their double bed.
The still limping Kenny had a towel around his hips when he joined Colin. With a grimace on his face, he climbed onto the bed. Without asking, Colin stripped away the towel and placed it aside. "Now lie down and prepare for my hands, and stop acting like a kid. It will hurt at first, but then be better." Colin pushed Kenny backwards and placed himself tight beside his body.
"I'll use this oil!" Colin let Kenny sniff the camphor-oil. "Uncle George used some of it on my sore muscles and let me keep the bottle."
"Damn, it's worse than poppers. Are you sure you know what you are doing, Kiddo?" Kenny grinned.
Colin heated his hands with the oil and started below the knee. Kenny wailed.
"Idiot, I haven't touched your thighs yet!" Colin went on a bit harder and entered the sore area. "Relax Kenny, put a hand around my waist if you want, and just pinch if I hurt you too much."
Colin made his roomie relax and soon he felt the hard muscular body soften. Colin used long strokes and comforting hands on the thighs and hips. He tried not to touch Kenny's balls or his cock, but while the rest of the body relaxed, the balls shrunk and the heavy boner was soon obvious.
With one hand around the shaft and one hand playing with the balls, Colin went from leg massage to groin massage. Kenny did not protest, and the sounds from him told of a guy that wanted more. Colin squeezed the cut cockhead and pressed clear juice from the piss-slit. He bent forward and licked it clean with the tip of his tongue.
Kenny suddenly turned to one side. "Bloody hell, my ass stings, Kiddo! Find that cream you talked about, please."
"Give me your butt and let me check you again!" Colin watched as Kenny moved onto his hands and knees with his face resting in a pillow and his bum as the highest point.
"Not that bad, mate. The skin looks sore on both sides and I can see that you have been scratching around your arsehole too. It's quite swollen, but some cream and some days without tight briefs and you will be fine. Colin bent down and blew at the sore area. The talcum had dried out the area. His mouth and tongue was next to his friend's arse. He spat once and he spat again. With soft fingers, he gently rubbed the red skin wet with his spit. No sounds came from the kneeling patient.
Colin spat again. At the same time he gave his own cock some jerks. Now he collected some of his own juice and mixed it with the saliva. With two fingers, he covered a bigger area. Kenny groaned quietly.
"How does it feel?" Colin asked.
"Heavenly!" the rugby player answered.
Colin spread Kenny's legs a bit more, then he placed himself between them. He bent forward and found the crack with his lips and mouth. The rimming was meant for healthcare, but soon changed to a hot and intense arse-fuck. Colin had sniffed the area before and used both hands and mouth for stimulation, but he had never tongue-fucked his roomie like this before.
"Damn, your stubble is giving me sore lips, buddy, but your hole seems to like it!" Colin almost shouted.
Kenny just lifted his butt even more and Colin saw that Kenny tried to open his arse-muscles. With a rolled-up tongue, he licked inside the arse. Kenny groaned, louder this time.
Colin found Kenny's cock and gave him some wanks, while he went on rimming.
"Stop, or I'll cum Kiddo. I'm almostÉYesÉI'm soonÉ" Kenny whimpered.
Colin answered by giving the two cheeks some heavy spanks. "No sex with the health workers!" he shouted. "Wait for the African cream now!"
Colin picked up the black liniment and started to apply it to the red area, all the way from the top of the arsecrack to the ball-sack.
"Now, turn over and lie on the towel. I don't want that black stuff in our bed," Colin ordered.
"Yes, nurse," Kenny whispered. "I'll do what you tell me, but first I'm going to fuck the brains out of you." He placed both arms around the smaller guy and held him in a view.
"But your thigh!" Colin tried to protest, but not seriously.
"I don't need two legs to fuck you, as long as I have the cock you like. Find the lube now. No sore skin around here!" Kenny was suddenly in command. "On your hands and knees! Open!" The straight guy used his thick fingers to open his `nurse', then he greased up his 25 cm (10 inch) weapon ready for attack. He howled when he entered Colin. The pain in his thigh was bad.
"I've heard that cum is the best cream," Colin said. "Turn around now!" He collected the spunk that dripped from his cock and creamed the sore area. This time he had been the first to go over the top. The real pain had clearly set the fast-fucker Kenny behind.
Now Colin went in action with his hands and mouth and sucked the huge amount of man-milk out of his roommate. Instead of swallowing like he usually did, he used the milk as a final treatment on the sore arse cheeks.
The very modern night-light showed three o clock. Colin was still in Kenny's arms.
"I can't sleep!" Kenny said.
"Because of the pain?" Colin used a hand to caress Kenny's bum.
"No, I'm just thinking. Thinking about us. You and me," Kenny whispered. "Are you leaving me, Kiddo?"
"Leaving? What do you mean?" Colin moved closer into Kenny's arms.
"We have lived together for almost three years. I don't know howÉ" Kenny swallowed. "Will you leave me when we graduate?"
"But Kenny, love." Colin kissed his friend's forehead. "We are just in the middle of our third year. A lot can happen before we graduate. Nothing is settled about what we do after that. You still talk about going to America, don't you?"
"I don't. My folks do. I want to carry on here, and share a flat with you. Maybe I could move into to your house. Do you have a room for me there?" Kenny sounded very serious.
"And share me with Bill, you mean? Not a good idea, Kenny. Maybe we should sleep on these matters." Colin yawned.
"But I've seen all your messages, Kiddo. Bergen, Oslo, Copenhagen, Paris." He sighed. "You just have to choose, baby."
"Why are you still hard, buddy?" Kenny's stiff boner pressed against Colin's groin. "You want another fuck?"
"Aye, or a sleeping pill!" Kenny whispered and gave Colin the first deep kiss for a long time.
"I'm not into drugs!" Colin answered and climbed on the stallion beside him.
Mike Ramage from the advertising agency phoned one lunchtime and told Colin that he had been approached by a man seeking his contact details. "He's a talent scout who's been successful in promoting a number of actors who have gone on to find fame and fortune. He was impressed by your appearances on tv and wants to chat with you."
"But I wasn't acting. I was just talking to people," said Colin.
"It seems that this was enough," responded Mike. "Have you heard of the phrase `stage presence'? He thinks your appearance, your body language and the way you speak to others will capture the attention of an audience."
Colin laughed. "My appearance? I was naked from the waist upwards in every tv interview."
"Maybe he thinks you're sexy but it's more than that," said Mike. "From what he told me, I think he genuinely believes you have what it takes to be an actor."
"I've never remotely thought about acting although I do enjoy appearing before the public on modelling engagements," Colin responded. "I also love having an audience for sex," he said to himself.
"Shall I pass on your phone number and you can talk to him before making up your mind?" Mike asked.
"I suppose I could spare him some minutes and listen to what he has to say," said Colin. "Okay, give him my phone number but let him know that I'm often busy with university during the day."
Colin was surprised to receive a phone call from an unknown number just after six o'clock that same evening. "This is Tony Beresford. Mike Ramage gave me your number," the man began.
"You must be the talent agent," responded Colin.
"That's correct," said Tony. "I don't know how much Mike told you but I think you could have a successful career on stage and on television. I'd love to have a chat with you."
"I don't know. I have never considered acting. In fact, it's very different from the future I see for myself," Colin told him.
"What are you planning to do when you leave university?" Tony asked.
"Teaching and maybe do some research work following up on what I have been studying," replied Colin.
"That might be interesting but acting could be more exciting and more financially rewarding," said Tony. "Could we at least discuss it face to face?"
"I guess I have nothing to lose," Colin replied. "When would you like to meet?"
"How about Friday afternoon, when you have finished at university?" Tony suggested.
"I'm going to spend the weekend at home but I could call into your office on the way. I assume you are based in Glasgow." Tony gave Colin his office address and said that he would be free from 3.30pm onwards.
Colin wasn't able to find out any real information about Tony Beresford online. He found a company based at the address given to him which described its activities as headhunting and talent seeking with Antony Beresford listed as CEO. However there was no photo or personal information about him.
He imagined the man to be an overweight, cigar smoking man in his fifties and was pleasantly surprised when the secretary showed him into the room of a smartly-dressed, fit-looking man in his early thirties. "Colin! It's a delight to meet you," Tony said as he smiled and held out his hand.
"I'm pleased to meet you," Colin said as they shook hands. "I just hope I'm not wasting your time."
"Don't worry. Even if nothing comes from our meeting, I will still be happy to have met the famous JustColin. Take a seat."
Colin sat down and smiled. "I didn't realise that my part-time modelling job would lead to me appearing on tv and I certainly had no thoughts of acting."
"Trust me. The way you interacted with the presenters you worked with, your facial expressions, your whole body language, it just grabbed my attention," Tony said. "I have a feeling you could be the next Tom Holland."
Colin laughed. "I can't dance so I couldn't follow him into Billy Elliot."
"Maybe not but you have the same likeable personality and a fit body like him," smiled Tony.
"There's more to acting than looks," said Colin. "Wouldn't I have to go to drama school?"
"Most actors do go to drama school but others have enough natural ability to make a breakthrough without formal training. I have a feeling you might fall into the latter category," said Tony. "Did you ever appear in any school plays?"
"Only once, and it wasn't one of the major roles. It was fun though." Colin smiled as he remembered the event which took place before he met Bill. "It was also a long time ago."
"I could arrange for you to meet someone if you'd like to have a go at trying some acting," said Tony.
"I don't know," Colin said. "I don't think I could find enough time to make a serious attempt at acting. My studies must come first and I have the modelling job which provides a good income."
"The modelling job won't last forever but an acting career could," said Tony. "Think about it, please. I'd love to work with you." He slipped his right foot out of his shoe and began playing footsie under the desk with Colin.
Colin thought that Tony was good-looking but he wasn't sexually attracted to him. "I am in a long-term relationship and I'm on my way to spend the weekend with my partner," he told Tony.
Tony immediately withdrew his foot. "Sorry. I assumed you were single. Please forgive me."
"It's okay. No harm done." Colin stood up. "I will think about what you've said, discuss it with my partner and get back to you soon."
Tony stood up and held out his hand. "Okay. You have my number and you know where I am if you want to discuss it further."
"Yes. Thanks." Colin shook the man's hand and said goodbye.
It was some time hours after dinner before Colin told Bill about his meeting with the talent scout. Bill was surprised and asked Colin if he was seriously considering the idea.
"Not really, no," said Colin. "Acting isn't a secure profession. I might get some jobs in the early days because I have become quite well known as JustColin but what happens after that if I have no real talent and no burning desire to act?"
"I don't think it's a great idea either," said Bill. "You have developed a passion for your language studies and you told me that Professor Ewald thinks you are great at making presentations. I think you should stick to your original plan and just have students as your audiences."
Colin nodded. "Yes. Perhaps I might try amateur dramatics as a hobby after I graduate but I have more than enough to keep me busy for now. I'm definitely not going to give up my studies." He smiled and added, "Plus of course I do a little bit of acting sometimes when I make porn videos."
Bill smiled. "I love it when you act on stage during your private shows and when making videos. You will be making another video soon."
"Yeah, late January," said Colin.
Bill nodded. "When we meet Reynard before flying to Singapore, we should make plans for videos and private shows in the first six months of next year. I don't suppose there will be many opportunities before the summer break."
"Maybe we can do something during the Easter break," Colin said. "I love doing private shows. It'll be good to see Reynard, Kasim and Pierre again. It was a good idea of yours to spend a few days in France and then fly to Singapore from Paris."
"Temperatures can fall close to or below freezing in winter and I thought we should close up our log cabin for the winter ourselves rather than asking Reynard to do it for us," said Bill. "As you say, it will be nice to see the others but I am also looking forward to having some time alone with you."
Colin smiled. "I'm looking forward to spending time with your Australian family in Singapore. However I also want some time just with you during the break."
"It will be good to see Ruairidh and the others again. And to escape winter for a short while," said Bill. "There is a fairly high chance of rain while we're in Singapore but there should be some sunny days. It will be hot though."
"It will be good to wear shorts again. Winter is my least favourite time of year," said Colin.
"I love seeing you in shorts," smiled Bill. "Or in tiny swimsuits."
Colin started to undress. "Or nothing at all?"
"That's what I like most of all." Bill grinned. "Let's shower together and have an early night."
"Nice suggestion. I'm horny," said Colin.
"I've said it many timesÉ"
"You're always horny!" Colin finished Bill's sentence.
Colin was sitting staring at a picture on his laptop when he shouted out to Bill in the kitchen. "Hey Dad. Have you heard of the Fulsom Street Fair?"
Bill entered the room and said, "That's a leather or BDSM event which takes place once a year in San Francisco, I believe. Why do you ask?"
"I have been looking at some photos of it and I'd love to go there," replied Colin. "Look at this one."
Bill looked over Colin's shoulder at a picture of a fair-haired man in his mid-twenties wearing nothing but boots and a dog collar. His wrists were bound by ropes to his thighs and he was being pulled along by thin ropes tied around his cock and balls and attached to nipple-clamps. Lots of people were looking on, with some taking photos.
"I'd love to be in that guy's position. Look how stiff his cock is," said Colin. "Hundreds of people will see him like that. I'd love you to drag me through the streets like that."
"Knowing what an exhibitionist you are, I can understand why you would want that but it's not a good idea," said Bill.
Colin pouted. "Why?"
"Well, for one thing you might be twenty-one but you hardly look eighteen," said Bill. "I don't want to be arrested on suspicion of corrupting a minor."
Colin frowned and Bill carried on. "More importantly, photos will end up on the internet," he said. "You have talked about teaching after you graduate. Do you really want your future students seeing you like that?"
Colin shook his head. "No. I wouldn't get much respect from them." He sighed. "I guess I will have to make do with displaying myself in kinky situations at Reynard's private sex shows."
Bill patted Colin's shoulder. "That's wise. I will drag you around the room like the guy in that photo at the next one if you like."
Colin stood up and hugged Bill. "I'd love that."
"Okay, put your laptop away. Dinner's ready," said Bill.
Colin smiled. "Hmmm. Dinner with you at home. The best way to spend a Saturday evening."
To be continued