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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 Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 78 Ê(Spring term - old videos - Pavlos - Shetland - Olav/Kriss)
Both Bill and Colin were happy to be back home from France and Singapore. It had been a long trip with many impressions and a lot of emotions for both of them, meeting and then leaving their Australian family again. Colin hated goodbyes and had been happy when they had been able to say goodbye in the hotel and not at the airport.
Colin had been out jogging for a while, trying to get the long travel out of his body, as he put it. Getting back home, he was surprised to see Bill standing on a pair of chairs trying to open a hatch in the upstairs hall ceiling.
"Be careful, Dad. Couldn't you find a ladder in the garden shed? Didn't know that this house had an attic, by the way. I've never seen that hatch opened." Colin used one hand to support the unstable chairs.
"It's not really an attic. It's more an inspection hatch giving access to the roof, but there is some stuff which my father and I placed here when I moved back from Glasgow almost twenty years ago." Bill struggled, but managed to open the hatch.
"What are you looking for? Couldn't this have waited? I would have climbed up there for you." Colin sounded a bit worried.
Bill snorted. "Don't make me older than I am, son. I feel really good after the exercise both in France and Singapore."
"Yes, I'm sure your masseur will be impressed when you see him tomorrow. Long time since you played with him, eh?" Colin shook the chair.
"Jealous, eh? Just wait until Kenny does you night and day after the long break." Bill popped his head into the hatch to look inside. "Please give me the torch, left drawer in the kitchen." Colin did what he was told but was seriously worried when he saw Bill almost climbing into the opening.
"It's here!" Bill handed Colin a large brown bag, and afterwards a bigger box. "I remember correctly, nothing more here." He jumped down like a youngster, and let the hatch stay open.
"What are you looking for, Dad?" Colin watched when Bill opened the box and started to sort through scrapbooks and photo albums.
"You said on the plane journey home that you believed Donald probably looks like me when I was forty, and you asked if I had photos." Bill found a blue scrapbook decorated with balloons and the number 40 on the front. "You have to look for yourself, Colin, and compare me with your new Australian lover."
"I have never told you that Donald was the one that visited me when you toured with your brother!" Colin put on a very innocent face. "And you haven't asked!"
"Colin love, I'm sixty. I didn't have to ask! But see if you can see the likeness now." Bill helped Colin to find a good picture.
"Do you have any nude photos here? I think you're overdressed at this party!" Colin grinned.
"If I had any nude photos, they wouldn't be in this scrapbook, I'm sure. A very boring party in your eyes, Colin."
Colin found another picture. "Who is the guy sitting on your lap here? He looks very young, but I think he's older than me. You are hugging him as if you are boyfriends!" Colin looked at Bill, who stared at the photo and coughed before replying.
"That's John. He is ten years younger than me. He stayed with me in Glasgow for some years while he finished his education." Bill flipped the page to other photos.
"Chinese, is he?" Colin went back to the photo of the man sitting on Bill's knees.
"Half-Chinese, from Hong Kong originally. His father was an English police officer!" Bill was not very talkative now, but Colin was curious.
"So you were his sugar-daddy then?" Colin had a hand on top of Bill's hand.
"I guess you could say so, but he soon moved into my bed, and we were equal partners. Call it boyfriends if you wish. But then my father died and I inherited this house, and wanted to move back to my hometown." Bill paused and squeezed Colin's hand. "But John didn't want to come with me. He had got a new job that he loved, and soon after I moved here I learned he had found a new partner. He made this scrapbook book by the way. He gave it to me the night before he left me!" Again Bill paused.
"I'll never leave you, Dad, as long as I live!" Colin hugged Bill tight. Both had wet eyes.
Colin found the situation a bit difficult. He didn't wish to hear more than his daddy wanted to tell, and Bill was gazing at the photo, as if he was far away. Suddenly Colin recognised another face behind Bill in the picture.
"But that's Kyle, isn't it. You really had a hot party, man! Two lovers as visitors, eh? Sexy outfit too." Kyle was pictured with an open shirt and Elvis-styled hair.
"Aye, and you have met Kyle. He has followed me over the years. He was my Kenny, you know. We fucked through university and we shared an apartment in Glasgow. But he had other boys around, and some girls as well. Then one day he was gone, but some months later he was back on the doorstep. That happened more than once." Bill sighed. "And we fought like dog and cat!"
"But you loved him, didn't you, Daddy? He was in your arms just after I moved in here, remember?" Colin used an elbow to tease Bill now. He wanted no more serious talks.
"Aye, but I kicked him out when he tried to make a move on you, love, and I've never heard from him again. Have you?" Bill turned to Colin.
"I received a few emails, remember, but I never answered any of them." Colin placed the scrapbook back in the box.
"Well, do you see some similarities between me and Donald?" Bill put arm around the boy who still was in his jogging gear. Colin placed his hand on Bill's crotch. "Come with me to the shower, Dad, and I will answer your question afterwards."
Bill turned around and the brown bag fell open to the floor. Some papers and some smaller boxes spread out. Bill hurried to pick up the stuff.
"What's that, Dad?" Three video cassettes were in a sort of packet bound up by twine.
"Damn!" The non-swearing Bill blushed. "The old man kept these tapes, my God. I'm happy we threw away the old VHS player years ago. Let's go to the bathroom before you get a cold, love." He put the boxes aside and pulled down the chair. The hatch to the attic was still open.
But Colin wasn't one to be denied family secrets that easily. He opened the package. `RAW-production' was printed on the very simple surface. Colin smiled when he read: Hot summer-camp. The horny doctor. The young athletes. "Wow, Dad! You had your own porn production company. What a treasure! I'll borrow a VHS player from Bruce. I'm sure he has one. He has all kinds of old electrical equipment in his store." Colin could hardly wait. He was really excited.
"I'll never show you these, son. Really embarrassing!" Bill turned red.
"But Dad, be reasonable. You watch my porn. You are even part of the production team. Why shouldn't I see yours? Just the thought makes me horny!" Colin cupped his tenting shorts.
"I know that! But we were amateurs, and not legal, the policeÉ." Bill tried to argue.
"Illegal, eh? I have been into underage porn, Dad. Don't talk about it; this is fun. Just to think about you and your brother and, and, and..." He smiled from ear to ear.
"But we sold them!" Bill looked embarrassed.
"Yes, yes, you earned money letting old pigs watch your bodies, wanking and dreaming of the Scottish studs. What am I doing differently then? I'll talk to Bruce. Real vintage gay porn, great stuff!" Colin was not going to stop. He was about to leave for the door.
"Bruce is not home! He and Johnnyboy are holidaying in New York." Bill went off to the kitchen and put on the kettle. He really needed a cup of tea.
"Colin embraced Bill from behind and kissed his neck. Come on now, Dad. You wanted to shower with me a moment ago. I hope you will wash me all over, like the good old days!" He kissed Bill's neck again and let one hand slide down the front of Bill's body, down to his bulge. "What's this here, man? The thought of the old movies made you excited too! Don't try to cover up. Come on now. We can make the tea afterwards." Colin turned Bill around and kissed him tight.
Bill lifted Colin from the floor and carried him to the bathroom. Almost as if they were in a sort of fight, they undressed each other while kissing and licking. Colin was rock-hard and Bill's huge tool was ready for whatever would happen.
"Please, wash me like you did when I was young!" Colin turned his back to his naked daddy.
"You are still young, honey. Very young, and very handsome." Bill played with Colin's neck.
"Wash me please, and call me baby like you did when I moved in with you," Colin whispered, very softly.
"Did you like that?" Bill whispered too. "But you were a teenager!"
"Aye, but you made me feel helpless, and then you did all the good things with me!" Colin spread his legs and placed his hands on the wall.
"Like this, baby?" Bill used a soapy hand between the boy's upper legs and found his ballsack and his little dick. "You like this, eh? Dad washing you down here?" Bill used his hand again and followed the arsecrack and then back between his legs. This time he cupped the ballsack and played very lightly with the eggs Ð moving from one side to the other. Colin moaned in pleasure.
"How do you feel now, baby?" Bill gripped the balls in his hand and tugged them down, quite hard.
"My cock is growing, Daddy, and the foreskin is now behind the cockhead!" Colin moaned. Bill squeezed the balls harder, but did not touch the cock. The boy yelled now, but he was begging for more.
"Does it hurt?" Bill asked and used his teeth to nibble Colin's earlobes while he continued the ball treatment.
"Aye, but in a good way, very good! Please put your cock between my legs, Dad, and fuck my balls from behind." Colin put his head back and found his dad's wet and sweaty face. Bill soaped his 24 cm (9.5 inch) very hard cock and managed to fuck Colin between the legs.
"You remember what we did before we started the all-over wash?" Colin asked.
"Aye, we encouraged you to cum hands-free, didn't we, baby? And you have learned to do that often. The customers pay you for your hands-free cum shots, don't they? But it started here!" Bill hugged Colin tight. He almost lifted him, riding on his rock-hard man-cock.
"Please do it now, Daddy. It's been a long time since we fucked in the shower. Do it like we always did, eh?" Colin tried to tighten his upper legs to please the almost wooden cock.
"Okay, but you still have to let me fuck you in bed later," Bill whispered in Colin's ear. He was hornier than ever,
"I want you to fuck me all night long, Daddy. In our bed, our hot and sexy bed. You want me to suck you first? You are dripping hard." Colin turned halfway and the huge cock slipped from between his legs.
"No, baby. It's all about you now. Let's see if you remember the rules!" Bill turned Colin against the shower wall with the mirror. "Now spread your legs, and give me your butt! Hands on the wall or behind your neck! Don't dare to touch your dick. And think about one thing only. That feeling when you explode and the boy-cream leaves the balls and pumps through your cock! You ready?"
Colin did as he was told. Again Bill used one wet hand from behind and found the boy's balls. He tugged them down as much as he could. In the mirror he could see that the boy was almost spitting pre-cum from the opened piss-slit. Now Bill used his other hand and pushed one soapy finger deep into Colin's love-hole. Soon the next finger followed, and then the third. Colin moaned at the sudden penetration.
Now Bill did two things. He added some pressure on the balls and he made a crook with his fingers and found Colin's love-button. He pressed the button lightly and saw more pre-cum leave the cockhead, but then he stopped. Colin felt the hard pressure on his balls and a sort of crazy electric feeling inside his arse.
"Now you cum, baby. I've prepared you like we always did, but now it's up to you. Keep your hands behind your neck and think of one thing only - the crazy feeling when your body can't be controlled by your brain. Pump now, pump! Steady boy, steady baby, steady!" Bill's voice was suggestive. He felt Colin's trembling. It started from his toes. Colin could hardly stand. Then his hips started to tremble. Bill could have increased the pressure, but Colin was to do this job without more help.
Bill felt the compression in Colin's balls, and he felt the arse muscles contract. "Yeah, Colin, yeah, baby!" Bill whispered again and again.
"I'm, I'm, crazy, crazy!" Colin yelled. The first burst was clear, and hit the mirror wall like a gunshot. The next volley was white and slimy, and eruptions followed again and again.
The boy's hands-free eruption dripped down the mirror wall. Bill let his hands stay on Colin's balls and inside his hole, but softened the action, until he felt that Colin coming down from his orgasmic high.
Colin turned around and kissed Bill hard. "Better than ever before. Sometimes you fucked me at once remember, and made me cum again, but you have promised me to make love to me all night. We can forget about the tea, can't we?" Colin grinned. "But it's a pity to waste this protein." With his fingers, he collected some of the dripping milk, and the two shared the young seed.
"You are still hard, Daddy. And you had a nice dream, I'm sure!" Colin had a hand around Bill's boner. The modern bedside clock showed three o'clock.
"I dreamt about the silly movies I made when I was younger!" Bill whispered. "But you played a part in them as well. It was a gang-bang and you were cumming all the time!"
"Sounds like a hot dream!" Colin said and dived underneath the duvet and found Bill's wet cock with his tight lips.
"Did Reynard tell you when we are shooting the next porn-movie?" Colin asked. Bill served his son a huge Scottish breakfast. He was to return to university and Kenny, and was making plans for the rest of the winter and the spring.
"He talked about February - just a weekend in Glasgow. I told him you were busy with your studies." Bill handed Colin more toast.
"Aye, this semester will be very important, and I have to decide very soon what to do next year." Colin had mentioned different possibilities for foreign universities, and Ruairidh had stressed him a bit about Australia. Reynard had talked about the Sorbonne in Paris, and his Latin professor wants him to go to Milan.
"I will not go abroad if you don't come with me, Dad, I promise!" Colin put a hand upon Bill's. "Maybe I will just concentrate on `teacher's training' at home, and just do some short courses in Bergen with Olav. We'll discuss that in Shetland later this month."
Bill did not want to stress Colin on these matters. He wanted him near to home, but had told his brother in Australia, that he would follow if Colin should apply for a study programme `down under'.
"Are you coming with me to Shetland, Dad?" Colin asked. "I have to organise a student trip for the `Up Helly Aa' ceremony and party. That's on the last Tuesday in January."
"Aye, I would like that. I've never been to the islands up north," Bill answered.
"Strange, Dad. Many people haven't been up there. It's almost as if they don't see the islands as a part of Scotland. Shetland is truly beautiful and interesting." Colin was about to give a breakfast lecture now.
"And many people up there don't feel really Scottish either, more Nordic, more independent!" Bill rose from the table. "But you are in a hurry now, Colin. I've made a pot of chilli con carne for you to take with you. Enough for at least two dinners for Kenny and yourself."
"Kenny loves your cooking, Dad, and so do I!" Colin left the table and hugged Bill. He found the bag with clean clothes. "And thank you for doing all the laundry. You spoil me!" He put on his winter coat. It was very cold in Scotland compared to Singapore.
"Don't forget to ask Bruce about the tape-machine! Next weekend - a porn show!" Colin hugged his dad and run off to his JustColin marked yellow car outside.
Bill just smiled and waved him off. "Drive safely!" He shouted.
Colin was in a hurry. He had finished a full days' programme at the university and now he hoped to get an hour in the gym before the evening training session in the swimming pool. He really felt the need for exercise after lazy days in France and Singapore. His roommate Kenny had teased him the night before when he fucked him welcome back to Glasgow.
"You are growing an old man's belly, Kiddo!" had been Kenny's blunt comment. Colin had spent minutes in front of the mirror next morning clawing at his stomach.
A signal from his phone indicating the arrival of a text message made Colin slow down. "Please meet me in the old archive, Colin. We must make some decisions about the study trip to Crete this spring, and there's a man here who wants to see you. Sorry for disturbing you, but I have missed you. Cheers, Adam."
"Why?" Colin thought. Professor Lorenzo had not been around for the last month. He had been replaced by an old Latin lady. "Good to know that he's back!" Colin turned and made his way towards the library, and then he claimed the stairs to the Old Archive. Colin almost blushed when he opened the door. Professor Lorenzo had fucked him up here during their first meeting some months ago, and later on he had shagged him both at the university and in his Glasgow apartment. The story about Lorenzo and Colin's sex session inside the mausoleum at the Glasgow graveyard had been the top gossip among Colin's mates for weeks.
"Hey Colin love. Good to see you!" Professor Lorenzo opened his arms and Colin hugged him tight. The professor was formally dressed, but his white shirt was open revealing his dark, well-trimmed body hair. Colin searched for the body smell, very special Armani, very manly. His scent reminded him of the man's intensity and sex-appeal. Colin had to adjust his cock that was beginning to grow. He threw off his rucksack and was again back in the man's hugging arms.
"I've missed you, sir. I was afraid the guys down in Sheffield had made you forget the studs up north!" Colin whispered with a hoarse voice.
"I'm glad to be back, Colin. More than glad!" Without more explanation he stripped Colin from his sweatshirt, and helped him to get rid of the sleeveless t-shirt. He bent down and without a word sucked and bit Colin's erect nubs. The sudden treatment made the youngster both laugh and moan.
"You are horny, sir. You haven't summoned me for a normal conference, eh?" Colin helped Adam, as he called him in private, to lose the formal jacket and his shirt. The slim, well-tanned man in his early fifties, looked much younger. His dark hair was longer than what Colin remembered, and the small black beard had almost disappeared. Again the professor gave Colin his wet lips, and his killing tongue.
"Yes, I'm horny, for sure. And you are horny as always, I hope!" The professor found Colin's boner inside the sport-shorts he had put on for the afternoon training. Both hands grabbed the waistband and the shorts were pulled down in one movement. Without proper underwear, Colin was now naked but for the tight thong, which was wet in the front from the sudden excitement.
Adam knelt before Colin and licked the wet part of the pouch. He sucked and used his teeth, and soon the stiff wet cock left the tight shelter of the thong and went into the waiting mouth. The hard suck and the sudden experience made Colin wriggle like a worm.
With both hands, the man parted Colin's buttocks and found the entrance. "I want to fuck you, Colin, right here and now! You will allow me?" Adam looked upon him with a begging attitude.
"You are almost doing it, sir. Your hands are almost raping me. Go on, fulfil your desires and give me your cock, but take command and make me cum too." Colin almost dragged his professor from the floor and pulled down his fly. The 20 cm (8 inch) tool was already pointing upwards. Colin went on and pulled down the man's jeans and underwear. The fully-grown Latin cock, with a glistening pink cockhead, was ready for action.
The man turned Colin around and forced him down against the old wooden table. He kicked Colin's legs apart and he pressed his upper body and head down. He opened the drawer, found some lube and filled Colin's arse with three greased fingers. He finger-fucked him with one hand while he spanked the round globes with the other.
"Ready, boy!" Adam wanked his boner with a greasy hand and placed the cockhead between Colin's arse-cheeks.
"Go on, sir. And be a real man!" Colin snarled without lifting his head from the table.
Adam Lorenzo took the signal from his student and rammed his very hard cock all the way inside in a single thrust. Colin's scream filled the low-ceilinged room. The professor stopped. "Okay, love?" He was worried.
"I asked for it so please finish now. I don't have the whole evening, and do me hard. Make me howl again, please. Aaagh!" Colin stopped talking. Adam almost raped him, again, and again, without mercy.
"Yes, yes, you are good Adam, good, sir. More. More! I want to cum, cum, please!" Colin tried to wiggle his tail, but the professor was too tough. Now he rotated his cock some half-finger distant inside the swollen boy-cunt.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh!" Colin started his hands-free eruption. Boy-milk hit the table, and some hit the quite dirty floor. Volley after volley left his boy-cock, as if he would never stop. At the same time, he tried to squeeze his professor's cock with his arse-muscles. But Adam was stronger. He pulled his cock out, turned Colin around rather brutally, and forced him down on his knees. A few wanks and the professor fed the open mouth his huge load of man-milk. Some hit the boy's face and some dripped from one of his eyelashes. Colin tried to swallow, and in the end he had the man's cock inside his mouth for sucking, licking and cleaning.
"That was excellent, sir. I do like it best when you take command." Colin rose and found the man's lips and tongue. They kissed with passion and the professor licked the spunk that covered parts of Colin's face.
"Good to be back, Colin love, and I have a man I want you to meet!" The professor still had his trousers around his feet and Colin's cock was still hard.
"Why didn't you invite him to take part?" Colin asked. "I think he enjoyed the show!" Colin had seen a shadow in the attic-like chamber.
"Come here, dear Pavlos. You are a really bad spy, moaning and acting as if you were going to cum yourself! Meet my dear Colin, the student of my desire!" Professor Lorenzo turned to the man who had been hiding behind some partly open shelves.
Colin felt rather embarrassed, completely naked, and still with man-milk dripping from one eye. But he looked at the man's eyes and his sexy lips and liked what he saw.
"That was some pounding you gave him there!" The man looked at Adam who just coughed and tried to pull up his white briefs.
"And who are you, sir, if I may ask, watching live porn in the university attic?" Colin grinned and gave the man his hand.
"Pavlos Aden!" the man replied. "A friend of your professor, good friend."
"And why are you here, sir, apart from for sexual pleasure?" Colin looked at the man's front where he saw the outline of an obvious erection and a fly partly open.
"Pavlos comes from the institute that works with Minoan culture," Adam started. "Doing innovation and research," he continued.
"And the sex scene here today, sir, is it innovation or just some personal research?" Colin was teasing.
"I think I can show you some interesting Minoan vases with themes that could have been inspired by the beautiful `show', as you called it." The man grinned. His white teeth were dazzling between the grey-black beard. Colin guessed the man must be aged about the same as his dad.
"I think you can show me a lot, sir. And I am very happy to meet you, even if I wish you hadn't been lurking in the shadows." Colin pulled up his jock and shorts. "But I have to let you gentlemen play alone now. I have to hurry to the pool now. I will miss my place on the swim team if I don't turn up, you see."
"Are you free tomorrow night, Colin love?" Adam passed Colin his t-shirt and his sweatshirt.
"I am, sir. Innovation or research, gentlemen?" Colin found his rucksack and gave the men a bright smile.
"You know my address, Colin. Would love to see you whatever time you are free. I'll have a beer or two for you, and Pavlos is a good cook, so maybe you'll get something Greek!" He went up to Colin and kissed him, this time very lightly, but Colin put both hands behind his professor's head, and kissed him back deep and sensual.
"I'll be there, sir. And I look forward to hearing about our visit to Crete." Colin gave Pavlos his hand. The man had not zipped up his fly yet as if he still was in a theatrical scene. Colin tried to get a glimpse of the Greek dick, but in vain. "Can't be Adam-size," he decided.
"I have more souvlaki for you, Colin. Please serve yourself more skewers." Pavlos held the plate out and Colin didn't hesitate. He went on for another round of Greek food.
"And I'm happy that you liked my tsatsiki." The man added and passed the bowl across the table.
"Normally I'm not a fan of fatty sauces!" Colin grinned. "But I love this." He piled some of the creamy cucumber-dressing onto his plate.
"It's not fat, boy. It's mostly Greek yogurt and local spices. And you don't seem to have much fat on your body." Pavlos placed a hand on Colin's shoulder as to inspect him. He had more or less tried to charm Colin since he had arrived in his professor's apartment in the district not far from the cathedral.
"My roommate said I had a fat belly when I returned from abroad last week!" Colin straightened in his seat and placed a hand on his naked belly.
"You have told me that your father is a good cook." Adam was sitting next to Colin and gave him another glass of red wine.
"He is a very good cook, and he has spoiled me over the years, but he has no specialities from Greece. He loves other Mediterranean food though, especially Italian and Spanish!" Colin lifted his glass.
"You live with your father?" Pavlos asked.
"No, sir. I have no real father but I have my Bill. He's my daddy and my lover and one day he will legally be my partner for life!" Colin smiled and ended the meal.
There was suddenly silence around the table. It had been a strange evening so far. Adam, his professor, had been very professional. He had worked out the itinerary for the tour to Crete and had a lot of questions for Pavlos.
The Greek man had answered and helped, but Colin had understood that food and the possibility of more intimate contact, was his passion for the evening. And Colin himself had been horny all the way in the bus, and was hoping for some new sex. Kenny had teased him and said he dressed up as if he was going for a date, rather than a meeting with his professors at a sort of school conference.
"Don't let my personal relations dictate the evening, sir." Colin looked at Pavlos who had pulled his hand back from his shoulder. "I'm my own master sir, and I hope you liked the welcome show last night. Not the first time Adam has given me his cock, but first time with an audience I think!"
"Sorry if I may have interrupted your fun, young man. I wish a lot of the young students could have such a relationship with their masters!" Pavlos looked at Adam who blushed and adjusted his bulge.
"I have some presents for you Colin, related to the trip to Crete. I believe you aware that we don't know much about Minoan dress and culture, even though we have studied the matter for many years. And you know, when we reach Knonnos in some months, we will meet a sort of replica. It could have been as it looks today, but we don't know the exact details of the castle and fortress." Pavlos picked up a small box from the sofa.
"It was thanks to Britain and Sir Arthur Evan's discoveries and skill we know something about an almost forgotten culture." Colin knew his history.
"We have a vase with a pictured youngster, and his dress is just like what we have seen in Greece, more precisely from Sparta. I brought you one and I hope you will dress up for us tonight." Pavlos gave Colin the box.
"I need to use the bathroom first after all this wine, Adam. I hope you will excuse me, And I will dress up like a youngster from Sparta. I thought they were naked most of the time, maybeÉ" He smiled, took the gift and left.
"You have some music?" Pavlos whispered. "Maybe Colin is in the mood for a show."
"He's always in the mood, don't be afraid. Why don't you open the front of your shirt. I'm sure Colin will fancy your body. Adam gave Pavlos a dry kiss on one cheek and searched for a special song on his iPhone. Soon beautiful tunes from the movie "Zorba the Greek" filled the old-fashioned Glasgow apartment.
After some minutes Colin returned, dressed as a youngster from Sparta. The white top showed one bare shoulder, and one nipple. Around the hips was a thin leather string and the bottom was like a skirt leaving very little to the imagination. When Colin turned around and lifted his arms, the lower parts of his naked buttocks were visible. When he then turned to the audience and lifted his arms "Zorba-like", his stiff cock, with a very visible pink cockhead, pointed at the professor and his Greek friend.
"If you had been in Sparta like that, you had been a slave or maybe a boy-whore," Pavlos commented. He was shirtless now. His upper body, covered with black hair, was glistening in the candle-light. "Proper boys and young men had to cover their glans. A visible cockhead was an invitation for sex - like a constant erection."
"I'm your slave then!" Colin said. "Their masters were free to fuck them any time I've heard, and since I don't accept money for my sex-play, I guess I'm not a whore tonight!" Colin turned around and opened the one hand which had been closed. He showed off a double leather strap.
"I tried to put on this kynodesme," Colin said. "But my cock isn't built for that. My first Nordic professor, Thor was his name, collected items from around the world. He tried to bind me with this, but it wasn't possible."
"Come over here, boy. Let me see!" Pavlov cupped Colin's balls with one hand and with two fingers he tried to pull the foreskin to cover Colin's glans. Colin was fully erect and dripped pre-cum, so it was not possible. Colin moaned at the treatment and had far from a slave's attitude when he pushed his hips forward for inspection.
"Your mother should have pulled on your acroposthion from the day you were born!" Pavlos smiled. "I think you've been trained to pull the foreskin behind your cockhead instead." Pavlos rather brutally dragged the foreskin and then pushed it all the way back. Colin moaned again. He was afraid to cum, he was so damn horny.
"Maybe you have a huge needle, Adam. Infibulation is a possibility you know, but there would be no more sex tonight after that!" Pavlos grinned. He squeezed Colin's cockhead and tried to cover it with the sore foreskin.
"No way, now way!" Colin almost yelled. "Now it's your time, gentlemen. Greek slaves lived to serve their masters, I know, and all the other young boys are taught to please their masters, I've heard too. An ideal society for both young horny boys and the dry oldies, I guess!"
"So, we are dry oldies in your mind, slave?" Adam pinched one of Colin's buttocks and let a finger touch his boy-cunt.
"No, not at all, but right now you are two damn conservative professors who don't seem to understand that the guy in front of you doesn't want anything else but to be fucked in both ends and have his balls drained in all possible ways."
Colin went up to Adam and stripped him completely. The man he knew well was rock-hard and easy to persuade.
"And what about you sir, want to come out from the shadows?" Colin ran a hand over the hairy chest before he opened Pavlos' belt and pulled down the jeans and very stylish underwear in one movement. A long, but very thin cock, showed his way through the black curly cock hair. Underneath hung two monster balls, the only shaved part of this Greek guy's body.
"Your mother did a good job sir!" Colin tugged the man's acropostion and licked it. Then he pulled the foreskin behind the cockhead and took the cock into his mouth. At the same time, Colin felt his arse being opened from behind and then Adam's rough tongue started to rim him. Colin was all of a sudden served by his Mediterranean professor and the Minoan specialist.
The still Spartan-dressed youngster and his two naked masters ended up on the old-fashioned leather sofa. Colin was still working Pavlos'cock while Adam opened Colin with greased fingers, his lips and tongue.
"Don't you think my friend should be allowed toÉ" Adam suddenly had problems with the dirty words.
"Yes, I think he should fuck me!" Colin said. "He is so dripping horny. Plenty of cum in here, sir." He licked the Greek's hanging balls. "But you have done a great job with me, sir, soÉ" Colin wiggled his butt. "Let us try, Zorba. Yes, on the beach. Let's be a bit crazy, eh!" Colin looked at the two sweating men, both ready to mount him.
"Please lie down Adam, and let me ride you. You remember when I fucked you in the office with the auditorium full of students next door, eh?" He helped Adam down, then he opened his already very greasy boy-cunt and let Adam penetrate him from below. The 20 cm (8 inch) cock slid inside easily. Colin bent down and kissed his professor. "Now fuck me hard from below," Colin commanded. The wanking Greek man watched with interest how the cock went in and out, fast and slow, and then almost stopped while Colin lifted his young body.
"Grease up your cock, sir." Colin looked at the Greek. "I can take you both. Fuck me and fuck your friend at the same time!" Colin leaned forward and lifted his butt a bit. Pavlos did not hesitate. His thin cock, more than 20 cm long, penetrated Colin slowly, while Adam followed the movement. Colin was filled up in a very strange way. He had had bigger cocks inside him, but now it was like he was young again - young and being fucked by two guys that did this for the first time.
Adam was the first to scream his warning. "I'm cumming, yes, yes!" He sent a blast of man-cream deep into Colin's cunt.
"Stay, stay, stay, sir, and fuck, fuck. Go on Pavlos, fuck Adam's spunk out of my hole. You are good, good, go on, go on!" Colin squeezed his arse-muscles and Pavlos couldn't do more. He whined when he shot his load inside and mixed his seed with that of his professor friend. Neither of them were really athletic guys so they were happy for a fast retreat.
Colin used two fingers to collect the dripping milk from his open cunt. He licked the fingers with passion. Both watched him with open mouths.
"Let me suck you, Colin. You are still hard and horny." Adam sounded almost sorry for Colin.
"You have some more music, sir, the Greek one? When in Crete I want you to teach me the Zorba dance properly, Pavlos," Colin said.
The two men, still naked, sat side by side on the sofa and witnessed their student, dressed like a Greek slave, dance a sexy dance with closed eyes. He danced like in a trance but soon he ripped off his white dress, and started to played with his stiff nipples. His naked body was like a statue of a young Greek god.
From the nipples he lowered his hands and started a play with his cock. He took the leather belt and knotted it around the root of his balls and his cock. He licked his fingers, and sucked them, as if he fucked his own mouth.
In a glance Colin saw that both the men on the sofa were hard again, playing with each other's cocks. Now he went close. He pushed his hips forwards, closed his eyes, and fucked his own boy-cunt with wet fingers.
"I'm cumming, guys. I'm cumming, take it, take it!" Hands-free he sent his young boy-seed over the two men on the sofa, the men he had called `dry oldies.' They were not dry when Colin had finished his nine volleys.
"A very dry school-meeting," Colin said. "And some hot stuff afterwards!" Colin dived into the bed after a shower. Kenny was almost asleep, totally covered by the pillow and the duvet. Colin found his room-mate's cock. It was half-stiff as always, but went rock-hard at Colin's first touch.
"You want me to suck you?" Colin whispered.
"Is that all you can offer, Kiddo?" Kenny tried to sound angry, but he wasn't a good actor.
"A ride, what do you say?" Colin kissed Kenny's nipples even if he knew his mate wasn't into nipple-play.
"Are you still horny, or is it just a fuck you want?" Kenny whispered too.
"It's not just a fuck, maybe you couldÉ." Colin turned around and lifted his butt and placed himself doggie.
Minutes later Colin had one of his favourite cocks all inside in a wild fuck that, even after the first ejaculation, went on and on and on.
"Maybe we should have a sleep now, Kiddo?" Kenny put an arm around Colin. He had just filled his room-mate with his white boy-cream for the second time. Colin slept already, but curled tight next to the man he loved more than anybody else, except his own dad at home.
The wind coming from the north was really heavy, and out there in the white and grey wintery sea, was a fishing boat heading for the harbour in Lerwick, Shetland's capital.
Colin had been at the harbour for an hour now. He shaded his eyes to see better. The cold wind was intense and tears dripped from his eyes. But he was dressed well for the occasion. The woollen sweater he had received in Iceland was perfect, and the old Norwegian hooded anorak he had inherited from Thor, his first Nordic professor and lover, gave perfect protection.
Almost as coming from nowhere, the Norwegian fishing boat rounded the outer pier and headed towards the inner harbour.
"Strange to see the small boat - and all the way from Norway!" Professor Sverrisson, also dressed in Icelandic clothes, shouted against the wind. The Swedish professor had never been in Shetland before and he was now the leader for the student group from Glasgow who planned to take part in the Viking festival, the Up Helly Aa'. Colin had promised to help as a guide, but he was in Shetland mainly to meet his piss-brother' from Bergen, Olav, who was bringing a student group from Bergen University.
"Bergen is the nearest city!" Colin shouted back. "Much nearer to us than London. Ancestors!" Colin grinned and waved. Two young men were seen near the bow, waving back. Colin knew Olav's homemade cap covering his ears, but he didn't recognise the lad beside him, a bareheaded youngster with a wrap of fair hair in the wind. In common, the two had bright smiles shouting to the small waiting crowd. Some snow filled the air when the skipper shouted from the bridge and the two youngsters had to help with the arrival process.
Olav did not wait for the gangway. He jumped from the rail and hurried up to Colin. The two met in a hot, tight embrace.
"Please take care of the visitors, sir!" Colin called out. "I'll be back in some minutes!" A bit puzzled, the professor headed his small group up to the gangway and greeted the arriving Norwegian students.
"Come on, Olav. You remember the shelter, you remember when you left me last year, eh? You remember I promised you a hot welcome back!" Colin almost pushed Olav through the door into the small shelter building and closed the door behind. Seconds later the youngsters' mouths met in a loving, deep and intimate kiss. Colin's hands found naked skin underneath the warm clothes and Olav's hands fondled Colin's naked body underneath the woollen covering. Again they kissed with great passion.
Without words Colin knelt in front of his so-called `piss-brother', opened his belt, and pulled down both weatherproof trousers and underwear. He was met with a waiting hard-on, just some centimetres longer than his own small cock. "Fits good for a real blowjob!" Colin always proclaimed. Colin sucked and Olav mouth-fucked. He had been horny at the thought of the meeting with Colin all day long on the journey from Bergen.
"I! I! Ahhhh!" Olav shouted and Colin knew what was coming. The Norwegian youngster didn't last long and there was no time for real love-making. The spurts hit Colin's mouth and the Scot could hardly swallow the load without making a mess. He ended by licking his lips as if he had tasted some sweet cream, and that was exactly what he had done. Now he stood up and gave the Norwegian another deep kiss.
"Do we have time, Bro?" Olav was a bit worried.
"Let them wait! The professor knows where we start. Give me your mouth now, do it hard!" Colin helped Olav to pull down his trousers and his `long johns' before he spread his legs and bent slightly forward. Olav knelt behind him and pushed his mouth and nose into the crack Colin had prepared well in the hotel before his meeting. Colin knew Olav's skill. He was a number one rimmer, and his tongue compensated well for his lack of a cock that gave a real penetration. Now the tongue found Colin's boy-cunt and fucked him wild. At the same time, Olav found Colin's cock and gave him a rough wank on a soft, naked cockhead.
The fun didn't last long. Colin felt his toes curl and his ballsack shrink as if his nuts were kicked. Then he felt the stream building up. In a hurry he turned around. "I'm cumming, Bro! Cumming!" he shouted. Olav managed to open his mouth, but the first and second jetstream hit the boy's face and eyes. The rest landed inside the open mouth. Olav is a spunk-eater so he took care of the rest of the eruption without problems.
"Damn, you look cute!" Colin grinned and helped Olav to clean and eat the boy-cream from his face.
Now Colin looked at his watch. "Love, we have to run. The Town Hall first! Come on!" The two dressed in a hurry and hand in hand they left the harbour.
"Where is Bill?" Olav asked. "You said he would be here!"
"He wanted to do it properly, by boat, all the way from Aberdeen. They are late because of the weather!" Colin shouted back.
"Has there been bad weather around here?" Olav grinned. He would tell Colin later about a rather rough voyage from Bergen.
Breathless, the two climbed up the front stairs and headed into Lerwick's famous Town Hall. Both Colin and Olav had been there before, but now the main room was filled with students and some other tourists. If you didn't know you were inside a Town Hall, you could easily think you were inside a church. Colourful stained-glass windows were all around and gave the building a religious feel.
"I'm really sorry!" A stressed elderly lady entered the small podium. "Our guide has not arrived today. He's on his way by boat from Aberdeen but that has been delayed. And we have not managed to find a new guide yet." She looked around and her eyes felt on Professor Sverrisson. "I wonder if you might lecture your students, sir, while we wait for a replacement."
Professor Sverrisson coughed lightly and his hand played with some keys in his pocket. He was not prepared for a lecture about the Scottish-Scandinavian history told through the magnificent pictures in stained glass. He looked around, a bit stressed, but lowered his shoulders when he saw Olav and Colin just inside the doors.
"I'm sure my assistant, Colin, is more than capable of giving us all the most important stories behind these great pictures!" Again he coughed and looked at Colin with begging attitude.
Colin passed through the group of students and visitors and placed himself on the podium. He was very confident about the job, but not quite happy for the situation. "I need something to drink, please," he whispered to the lady while he removed his anorak. Olav blushed when he saw that Colin had to adjust his low-hanging trousers, but the young teacher to be was too engaged on thinking about to say to be worried about a partly open belt. Now he just sipped at the glass of water given him by the blushing lady.
"My dear friends and fellow students from Bergen and GlasgowÉ" Colin looked around very professionalÉ"and other visitors, this grey and windy morning! You have come to one of the most magnificent places in Scotland, and honestly, one of the most magnificent places in the Norse world." Again he took a break and let his body follow the artworks around. He knew this story. He lifted his jeans and tightened the loose belt.
"When you leave this place, you will probably be a bit confused. So many names, so much historyÉso my advice - try to remember three people - or three scenes. I will try help you." Colin pointed out one colourful window.
"The famous King Harald Fairhair. The first king of Norway, who is credited with uniting the Norwegian kingdoms in the 9th century - a brave man - a real macho!" He grinned and looked at the group of Norwegian students who listened with silence and admiration.
"But Harald was ambitious. His expansionist policy led to Norse settlements in Shetland, Orkney and parts of mainland Scotland - so dear Norwegians - here is your first king!" Colin was met by a bright smile from Olav who was still standing in the background.
"I could of course have talked about Saint Magnus, but I know you will visit Orkney later this week, so listen carefully inside St. Magnus Cathedral in Kirkwall." Colin's eyes again fell on Olav and the youngster standing beside him. Olav had an arm around the boy's hips. A stab of jealousy almost stunned the young professor for a second. Olav had told him about Kristopher - Kriss - his new roommate. He had called him his new `Kenny' and Colin had asked him to bring him to Shetland.
"From the macho king to a child!" Colin raised his voice and turned to a new picture. The `Maid of Norway' is a significant figure in both Norse and Scottish history." He heard that he was about to start lecturing, and this was meant to be a simple guided tour. He had to shorten his speech.
"Her name was Margaret, born in 1283 and died in 1290 at the age of seven. She was the daughter of King Eric of Norway and her maternal grandfather was King Alexander of Scotland." Colin coughed lightly. "After her death came the English invasion and the Scottish Wars of Independence. Let that be the short story - The Maid of Norway. Remember this girl." Colin pointed and took another sip from his glass of water.
"The third picture to remember is of course the huge rose window with all the remarkable seals." He turned his back to the audience for a moment, but as a good teacher he faced them again and went on. "See the seal of Norway, the Norwegian Lion. Strange to associate lions in Norway by the way, and whether you like it or not, note the seal of Danish King Christian who in the 15th century lost Shetland to Scotland during, let me call it, a `love affair'. The last remark made Professor Sverrisson laugh and in a way give a signal that he was ready to continue.
"My dear friends, let me present my Norwegian colleague, Olav, who knows all about the splendid seals from his home country. Please come up here, Olav!" Colin used a waving open hand. A bit reluctant, Colin's `brother' stepped up beside him.
"Please point out three townships up there Olav, the most important ones. And sir!" Colin turned to his professor. "I'm sure you will answer any questions from the audience regarding the tragic love story which resulted in Shetland becoming Scottish." He bowed and was met by applause.
"Let me start with the famous Hanseatic city of Bergen!" Olav's voice was a bit lighter than Colin's but it filled the huge hall. Colin was quite sure that his charming `piss-brother' would do this job well. He left the podium as he had another visit to make. First he greeted Kriss with a light hug and gave him a key.
"Please do me a favour, Kriss," he whispered. "When you are finished here go to the harbour with Olav and meet my dad. Bill is onboard the ferry from Aberdeen. I think they will arrive in less than half an hour. The key is for a big family room so I will meet you there." The fair-haired young lad nodded. "And afterwards I want to hear everything about how you managed to get my `piss-brother' in bed!" Colin smiled brightly. The young Norwegian blushed when Colin opened the door and disappeared in a hurry.
The snow had increased when Colin pulled his clothes tight and jogged down to the harbour. The quay was almost empty when he found the gangway to the Norwegian fishing boat.
To be continued