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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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COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 7 (Adam Morrison)
Adam Morrison, or simply Mr Morrison as most people in Colin's hometown referred to him, had been a central character in the youngster's life during his teenage years. The man, now in his 70's had been a swim instructor in the local pool and so had been involved in Colin's training.
He also owned a garage in town, and had retired as a driving instructor some years ago. Part of the garage was built up like a gym and many youngsters in town, mostly young men, visited the place both for car or bike service, but also for workouts. It was well-known among the youngsters that service could be paid `the hard way' instead of by cash.
The youngsters, both in the pool and in the garage, knew that Adam Morrison was in very good shape, and besides that was extremely well-equipped. The same man was also into photo entertainment Ð most of the videos and pictures shown on the huge screen in the gym were his own production.
"Was this Morrison guy your driving instructor, Kiddo?" Kenny asked, driving his old car out of Glasgow.
"Aye, there was a long waiting list when I turned 17 so Dad asked Mr Morrison to help me. He already had Chris, a scouting friend of mine, as a student so I didn't have to wait." Colin was stretching, a bit tired after the party night.
"So you got your licence because the man with the unique cock fucked you?" Kenny grinned.
"Not far from the truth, Kenny. I gave him all the service he wanted, even some SM business in the garage. Kind man though, more a watcher than a fucker really!" Colin tried to adjust the chastity belt he had put on after the morning play.
"And your dad was pleased?" Kenny made a heavy acceleration into the Saturday noon traffic.
"He was NOT! He was really pissed. I remember every word he said when I told him there would be no expense. `I'll pay him. I don't want you to be in any debt to that man. Then he has you in his net. I know all about that'. I never asked dad what he meant, but dad too had grown up in our town, you know." Colin grinned.
"Are we sluts if we let him fuck us for the car repair today, Kenny?" Colin asked.
"It's not much more than what you do to get paid for your modelling. It's your kid-like beauty that makes horny girls scream and old men wank!" Kenny squeezed Colin's upper leg.
Colin blushed. He was about to argue, but thought of his own private shows and private movies and stayed silent.
"But can you take his 30 cm (12 inch) thick cock again, Kenny? Cocks are my pleasure, but straight guys like you should charge more!" Colin teased his fuck-buddy who from time to time could bottom if the situation was hot enough.
"We will stay overnight with your daddy, isn't that so? I remember Bill's look when I stripped last week. Don't you think he's keen for my hole?" Kenny was heavily tenting and Colin gave his erection a smack. "I will spare my ass for him if possible. I could hardly walk after Mr Morrison fucked me last time."
Colin was one big smile when he saw that the garage gate was open and his yellow JustColin-marked car was just inside. He hurried out from the front seat and hugged Mr Morrison who waited inside, shirtless in a blue overall.
"Thank you, sir, for seeing us on a Saturday," Colin said. Kenny received a hug from the man too.
"I know you two are busy guys in the city. I'm just an old retiree out here in the countryside. But young meat like you gives me energy, you know!" The man squeezed his huge bulge without shyness. "Come on inside. Take a look at this beauty!" The man let his hand follow the newly varnished car-side.
"A great job, sir! Just like new." Kenny was impressed.
"You can't see it has been repaired, not even the brand marks are changed, Mr Morrison. You are an artist!" Colin found the man's arm.
Kenny and Colin opened the car and sat inside, smiled and were very happy that the problematic situation with the promotion car had been solved without the insurance company becoming aware of the incident. They both thanked the garage owner with hugs and high-fives.
"And now, sir." Colin swallowed and tried to smile. "The bill, please."
"I haven't worked it out yet," Mr Morrison said. "Please come with me to the office, and I'll take a look at the notes made by my men. I had to hire a specialist for the varnishing job."
Colin had a Mastercard with 45 days delay before payment was due. He knew that Kenny was almost broke after paying his share of the rent for the apartment in the city. He himself had a good amount of savings, but he knew Bill wouldn't be too happy at him spending a large amount on the car repair.
"Let's say a round sum of three grand, minus 500 for Kenny's deposit last weekend so 2,500 pounds net." The man grinned.
"Five hundred for some hours modelling and a fuck. He was well paid!" Colin thought. He found his wallet and pulled out his card. "I hope you will accept my credit card, sir." Colin tried to make this a very normal business transaction but he was pretty sure that the man with a tent in his overalls wanted some fun this Saturday afternoon.
"No cards, my friend. You know I prefer cash, cash on delivery!" Mr Morrison was smiling. Colin had known the man for years so he knew quite well the way his business functioned.
"I hoped you would like to see my renovated studio, son! Just completed this summer, with some new installations too." The man showed the youngsters into the indoor hall. Three cars were more or less finished, and the room was fitted with chains and hoists. The walls were filled with tools, but also car tyres in different dimensions. Colin went up to one tyre, probably 3 metres (almost 10 feet) in diameter. "That's some size!" he said.
"Aye, it's huge one. From the quarry, you see! You fancy huge equipment, Colin. I seem to remember." The man looked at a grinning Kenny and a blushing Colin, who was suddenly a bit shy in front of his buddy. Colin felt a little slutty for what he was certain was about to come.
"We made some good pictures, and a cool video last weekend, Kenny. It will be shown on-screen at our open studio evenings!" Mr Morrison pointed at the wall in front of them. Again Colin felt a bit shy when he saw two of his JustColin posters on the wall beside the screen.
"I want you two naked today. Better than cash, you know! "Mr Morrison gave his orders now. "I want you on the big tyre again, Kenny, but full frontal this time. And Colin. You see the cage in the corner over there? It's for the dogs, but I think it's suitable for a naughty boy too!"
"You think I'm naughty, sir?" Colin had already stripped down to the cock-cage.
"Aye, boys your age are always naughty. I see your dad has secured you too." Mr Morrison grabbed the steel-cage, then turned Colin around and played with his round hard buttocks. "I have tools to open that son, but I know Bill. He would not be pleased."
"He will not be pleased if you publish naughty pictures of me or Kenny either. You know my Dad well, don't you sir?" Colin climbed into the cage. The situation made him really horny. Now he had an idea for the next private show, a school-kid caged up waiting for his daddy!
"Aye. It's just for my private use lads, instead of cash, you know." Mr Morrison helped Kenny off with his t-shirt and shorts. The tight boxers hardly covered the young stallion's erection. Very slowly the elderly man pulled down the stretched underwear. The 26 cm (10 inch) rock-hard cock pointed straight up. Kenny climbed onto the huge tyre and had his wrists and ankles locked. His body hung like an X on the rubber tyre. The man played with Kenny's low hanging balls and started to squeeze his cock. The huge boy whined like a girl.
"You have a really nice one here, boy! Shame that your folks cut you Ð a crime in my opinion. What do you say, Colin? You like him cut?" Mr Morrison shouted.
"I love that cock. Taste him, sir. He's something special. Vintage pre-cum!" Colin shouted back. He felt the confinement in the dog cage was humiliating, but hot too.
"Just wait, boy! I need some pictures of you as well." Mr Morrison found a hand camera and went up to the cage. He left the movie camera running on Kenny's position.
"We need some action here, don't we?" The man found a riding crop and gave Kenny some ball-treatment before he moved to his nipples and well-formed pectoral muscles. Kenny showed discomfort, but said nothing. He was not a man into pain like Colin, but the macho-guy wanted to show his roomy that he could present a good figure.
Mr Morrison picked up a whip Ð a real whip, not a small cock-whip, and let the tool hit Kenny just below the balls. The lad howled, but stayed rock-hard. A stream of pre-cum dripped from his naked piss-slit down to the garage-floor.
"Save the whip for me Mr Morrison, please. Kenny is just a soft rugby guy, you know sir!" Colin was not happy for the situation.
"I have to piss, sir! I really have to," Kenny shouted. His eyes were wild.
"Go on, lad! You are free to squirt," the man shouted back.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, come on!" Kenny moaned and worked with his hips. "Yeah, yeah! I'm there!" He started to piss. His cock was still rock-hard and the boy sounded like he was having an orgasm. The stream seemed to go on forever and the rather dirty stone-floor was drenched by the lad's damping piss.
Mr Morrison went up to the cage and opened the door. "Clean him, son and taste the cock you worship."
Colin bent down and found Kenny's dripping spear. He licked the last few yellow drops before he gave his friend a real blow-job. Mr Morrison was close with a hand camera and filmed the deep-sucking.
"Yeah, give me some really dirty pictures! Try to swallow the huge cock!" The man pushed Colin but tears and mucus told him and the camera that a throat fuck from 26 cm (10 inches) was probably too tough, even for a trained sucker.
Colin decided to run the show now. He was in pain caused by his own stupidity, and he had a secret plan for a hot night with his dad and Kenny. He knew that Bill was very fond of his roomy, and would probably find an excuse to have him in bed beside them. The kid-like youngster wriggled his hips at the thought of a threesome in his dad's bed that night. Some whisky would remove any of Bill's doubts and solve the situation.
Mr Morrison was happy for the show in front of him. The models had almost forgotten that they were being filmed. He dropped his overalls. The strong looking man was commando, and he did not cover up his enormous cock, already dripping hard.
"Be my boy, Colin. You would like my cock all inside, wouldn't you?" Mr Morrison had the camera in one hand and his own cock in the other when his fingers followed Colin's arse all the way from the top of the crack to his smooth balls and then back to the rosebud again. He spat on his own cockhead and continued the stimulation. Colin was in pain. He was horny, his cock was red from the excitement, and he was dripping pre-cum. Suddenly he turned away from Kenny.
"Eat him, Adam. He's ready for you now. Let him feed you his straight spunk, sweet and juicy. You will love it!" Colin was the only one of the lads that, in private, could use the old man's given name. Now he almost pushed the man forward and forced the old top-guy to remember his young skills as a cocksucker. Colin zoomed the camera and spread Adam Morrison's white arse before he dived into his hairy arse-crack. "Sweat, oil, soap and man!" Colin thought. "Not much different from the man on the tyre." He loved a real rimming too.
Colin used his tongue to penetrate the man who was almost mouth-raped from two sides. With both hands he squeezed Mr Morrison's low-hanging ballsack before he started to double-wank the huge spear.
The roaring was intense when the locked-up boy on the tyre filled Mr Morrison's mouth and throat with his boy-cream. Kenny's hips shook and the chains jingled. The old fighter took it all, not a single drop was spilled. Then he, like the old wrestler he was, turned around and placed his own monster-cock into Colin's mouth. With both hands he forced the cock to stay deep inside. He mouth-fucked Colin until tears and spit were combined with the grown-up man's clear, salty spunk. Colin looked drenched when Mr Morrison finished with him. Spit and spunk dripped down onto the kid-like youngster's chastity belt.
Colin - with Kenny's help - had paid some of their debt, and Colin had for once both saved his cunt and spunk for his homecoming.
"You may leave your car here, Kenny dear. I'll fix that oil leak for you tomorrow morning. If you come back after lunch, I'm sure the car will be ready." Mr Morrison put a hand on the tall Glasgow guy's shoulder. The broke student was very pleased, even if he knew he had to pay `the hard way'!
"I saved your arse today, buddy. You have my old bike around the corner, I think. See you at home!" Colin hugged Adam and placed the luggage in the renovated `Yellowhammer' as Bill called Colin's small sports car.
Colin was home just before Kenny. Bill met him outside with open arms and Colin answered with a wet and tender kiss. Kenny had crossed the local parks and some backyards using Colin's old bike. He was an athlete who always had to compete. Bill hugged him and wished him welcome.
"Good to see you both, and good to see the car repaired." He walked around the parked car. "But you two smell really filthy. Have you been crawling on the floor in that garage, or was Mr Morrison in a really dirty mood today?" Bill asked, but did not wait for an answer. He just pushed the two lads inside the house, both carrying bags filled with mostly used clothes.
"Go to the bathroom and clean up for supper. I'll serve in half an hour prompt! You will find two new bathrobes up there - gifts from your company in Milan, Colin. You don't need more clothes tonight!" Bill was already through the kitchen door, while the guys were still standing in the hall with their bags.
"Hurry up!" The impatient host was very direct. He had been waiting for them for hours. "And let me see two hot lads down for supper. No stupid cages and no shower wanking now! Okay?"
The boys placed their luggage in the utility room and hurried upstairs. "What's he planning, Kiddo?" Kenny asked. "Seems to be an evening of entertainment."
"My old man just likes to remind us who's the boss." Colin smiled. "Easy to follow him though. He will good care of us, in all possible ways I'm sure! And now I'm hungry. I could eat a horse!"
"And the cock-cage is history, Kiddo?" Kenny cupped the steel cage inside the pre-cum drenched jock.
"Aye, you heard my dad. You please help me, Kenny. I've been almost hard inside for three hours!" Colin stripped. "But it saved my arse from Mr Morrison, I'm sure." He grinned.
Face to face in the spacious double shower, a 26 cm (10 inch) rock-hard cut cock met a 10 cm (4 inch) kid-like beauty, free and as hard as a teenage cock could be after hours inside a chastity belt. Kenny bent his legs to lower himself to Colin's level. He knew that Colin wanted to play one of his favourite games. Colin pulled his foreskin as long as he could and covered Kenny's naked cockhead with it.
"Please Kiddo, don't! You know I love that game, and you know what happens if you continue, remember what your dad said. No shower wanking!" Kenny found the shampoo and started with Colin's hair. "You have dried spunk in your curls, baby. Where have you been? What dirty people have you met?"
Half an hour later, two soap-washed and wet-haired teenagers were ready for supper. Barefoot and dressed in white sexy bathrobes with a JustColin monogram, they hurried downstairs. Bill sniffed them and hugged them cheek to cheek.
"I'm serving you a Beef Stroganoff and some mashed sweet potatoes." Bill placed the two at the kitchen table ready to eat like freshly bathed school kids.
"Beer or wine, lads? I have a dark Spanish lady for you, Kenny!" Bill passed him a bottle. Kenny filled both his own and Bill's glass.
Colin shook his head. "Since you are into ladies tonight, I'll drink for my Norwegian boyfriend perhaps. We have more of that `Old Norwegian' from Orkney, Dad?"
"Aye, a few bottles. Be careful. It's strong, remember!" Bill handed Colin a local beer from the islands north of the Scottish mainland.
"So you still have your Norwegian boyfriend, the one you call your `piss-brother'? Haven't heard of him since you came back from holiday." Kenny looked a bit concerned
"He's back at uni in Bergen now after attending an archaeological camp up in the Norwegian mountains. You'll meet him in a fortnight when he comes to Scotland. Cheers, guys!" Colin lifted his glass. "Let's drop the small talk, I couldÉ"
"É eat a horse!" Bill finished.
The bottle of wine was empty and Colin had finished his second strong-beer when the two students looked at Bill and shook heads when he offered them another plate of beef stew.
"It was great, Bill. Your cooking is perfect. You spoil the little one!" Kenny grinned and thumped Colin's shoulder.
"Thanks, Dad! Splendid as always." Colin hugged Bill. "You'll show us the teaser soon, Dad? I can hardly wait!" Bill had wondered why Colin hadn't asked for the video-clip from Mr Reynard on his arrival, but guessed that he probably wasn't sure if he would like Kenny to see the copy of their very private weekend in this house.
"But Kenny?" Bill whispered. The lad was on his way to the bathroom.
"Time he saw me as the real porn-star I am!" Colin whispered back.
"Is that what you think you are, son? A porn star?" Bill sounded a bit worried.
"No Dad, I'm a damn hot stage performer, giving old men cures for all sorts of impotence. Am I not right?" Colin kissed his Dad. Kenny was back from the bathroom.
"Coffee and brandy, or do you prefer a whisky, Kenny dear?" The lightly-aroused Bill put an arm around Kenny's shoulder. His eyes followed the front of the lad's not properly belted bathrobe.
"I must have this body tonight," he thought. "I must have them both!" Bill adjusted his stiffening cock inside the informal khaki trousers. Without more questions he served the coffee.
"You please take care of the drinks, son. I'll manage the entertainment." He went up to the TV-set connected to his laptop.
Colin served brandy. For once he even poured a rather big glass for himself too. He was very stressed over what was to be shown.
For the next 21 minutes nobody said a word; no comments, no questions. Colin was watching with staring eyes and from time to time even with an open mouth. Kenny, the tough guy, shivered when Colin was caned. When the video changed to the upstairs love-bed where Colin and Bill shared their privacy with the spy-cam, Kenny placed his open hand upon Bill's. Bill did not withdraw. He looked at him in a side view and his eyes found full tenting inside the partly-open bathrobe.
The scene in Colin's teenage bedroom lasted only a few minutes and the film quality wasn't great, but when Bill penetrated Colin with his huge man-cock Kenny caught Bill's hand and placed it inside his bathrobe. Bill let two fingers play with his wet cockhead, but did not touch him for real.
The scenes inside the playroom were met by a sort of grin both from Kenny and Colin. Colin had one hand inside his bathrobe and with spread legs he was wanking his tiny stiffy. He did not pay any attention to the small interaction between Kenny and his dad. He was completely in his own world.
"Better than I feared," Colin commented. "Very amateur though! What do you think, Kenny?"
Kenny looked at Colin and answered with a typical rugby-guy expression, "What the hell is this?"
"My French impresario and photographer decided he would try some `Big Brother' event here last weekend. I didn't know, but my dear Daddy agreed without my knowledge." He looked at Bill who did not feel comfortable. "The guys streamed the house 24/7. This is just a teaser selected from the footage." Colin was a bit uncertain how to involve Kenny, but he hated secrets among close mates.
"You mean this has been on the net, for people to watch?" Kenny was a bit shocked.
"No, no Kenny. Nothing like that. Nobody but Reynard and his staff have seen this. It's a test for future events," Bill stated.
"But no more in this house, I hope!" Colin interrupted. "But Kenny, be truthful, is this hot? You were as hard as iron from first scene to the last. Five minutes more and you would have had spunked off inside your bathrobe. And you dad, you have watched the clips many times, I'm sure. Still you present a boner that's about to burst your trousers at any time. Go on, Kenny. Touch my dad's bulge and tell me!" Colin grinned. "You are ready for release both of you!"
"It's damn hot!" Kenny answered. "The last part is straightforward porn, even if the man with the hood is a bad actor and the little Asian looks terrified. You know this tough action is not my style, but still...!"
"And the spanking?" Colin asked. "Better than your mum's birch?"
"Nothing to cry over, Kiddo!" Kenny smiled. "You should have given him some harder strokes, Bill. He deserved that. People into spanking would have loved to see more red stripes!"
"Why did you take my hand when you watched Colin and I making love upstairs?" Bill found Kenny's hand again.
"Because everybody can see you make love to each other." Kenny paused. "Kiddo, you remember we discussed the difference between fucking and making love. The action in the playroom was fucking, eh? But upstairs you two made love. No acting, you were there for each other! Wish IÉ" The boy seemed a bit touched.
"Cheers, guys! That was the entertainment. You want another drink before we go to bed? I'll mix you a gin and tonic, okay?" A service-minded Colin went to the fridge. Some minutes later he was back with the drinks, happy to see both Kenny and his dad looking very relaxed.
"What's he up to?" Kenny asked. After serving the drinks Colin had gone upstairs to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later and he was still upstairs. "Too much to drink for our baby, eh?" Kenny was as close to Bill as possible.
"I'll look for him!" Bill went upstairs.
"He's sleeping like an angel!" Bill smiled when he got back and sat down close to Kenny. "He's no drinker, never more than a couple of beers normally," he said and emptied his glass. "He tried to keep pace with you, Kenny - his big brother and idol. He adores you, you know?" Bill's face was close to Kenny's. His lips met the youngster's while his hand squeezed the still rock-hard cock. Kenny answered by closing his eyes and by giving Bill his tongue. The kiss became hard and intense, but both suddenly turned back.
"It's not right!" Bill said. "Colin must be a part of this!"
"Aye, sir. Agreed, sir. And I have to piss. I need the bathroom, please." Kenny blushed. When he got up, the bathrobe opened completely. The huge cock pointed upwards, to the left. Bill swallowed and was the one to blush. Colin's roomy was a young god.
"You go to the bathroom, Kenny dear, and finish. I'll tidy the kitchen. Your bed is ready. Good night, sleep well!" Bill embraced the almost naked young man who looked a bit sad when he went upstairs.
A naked Bill crawled close to Colin and put an arm around him. "You okay, son?" Bill looked at Colin's gleaming eyes. The boy was awake.
"I've been waiting for you, Daddy. I just needed a short nap, you see." He used his hand to caress Bill's hairy upper body and played lightly with his nipples. Bill did not breathe. He knew what was coming. He wanted it and he wished for it, but he decided to play it cool. Colin let his hand follow the hard belly. He played with the trimmed pubic hair before he found the tip of his dad's wet cock and pulled his foreskin free from the swollen cockhead.
"Why didn't you let Kenny...?" Colin was stopped by Bill's forefinger. They heard the noise of a person entering the bathroom. Colin wanked his dad with a teasing hand. They heard the sound from the toilet, the person stopped as if he listened, then he went on and locked the door to the room beside them.
Both Bill and Colin found their pillows, spooned and tried to sleep. Half an hour passed.
"You still awake, son?" Bill asked.
"Aye dad, I can't sleep. I'm horny and I feel your cock as if it was inside me. You have fucked my crack for the last ten minutes, haven't you, and you're leaking more than me!" Colin turned to face Bill. He collected pre-cum from his dad and sucked his fingers.
"Go and get him," Bill whispered.
"Thought you would never ask me!" Colin was out of the room in seconds. He gave a small knock on his own teenage bedroom door and he went inside.
"I thought you would never come, Kiddo. I've waited for you. You okay, baby?" Kenny grinned. "Bill finally sleeps, or...?"
"He's waiting for you, Kenny. He's ready to fuck the brains out of you if you want that too. Come on. Don't dress. You are great!" Colin used one hand to catch hold of Kenny's cock and almost drag the naked boy into his dad's room.
Bill met the two with open arms. "Lie down, Kenny," said Colin. "I'll prepare you both. No need for foreplay, you have fucked each other inside your minds the last few hours, haven't you?" Colin started with one hand on his Dad's cock while sucking Kenny deep and hard. Minutes later he changed over. He let Bill's thick weapon mouth-fuck him while he used his fingers and light nails on Kenny's similar, but thinner cock. The rugby-guy was whining at the tough treatment. Both of them let Colin play the under-master role for a while, but Colin soon understood that the two macho men were about to take action. With a mouth full of cock, he tried to speak. "Who will fuck me first?
"The little boss is commanding, Kenny. Will we fuck him, or...? I could fuck you. I've wanted that all evening, and maybe you would give me a full package too. Months since I had a Dreamliner like you inside me!" Bill went on, but stopped when Colin opened his crack and placed his arse above his face. He knew what to do and soon his son howled with lust with Bill's rimming tongue inside him. Bill's whole body was erect. Kenny's mouth-licked the thick cock and tried to get the naked glans inside. He was not a good sucker, but Bill was happy. He was well treated by the two youngsters like he had hoped for all day.
"Let me see you fuck my son, Kenny. Colin has told me you've done it many times, but I have never seen you. Do you mind?" He gave Kenny his lips.
"We have some lube here. Colin is wet, but let me!" Bill greased Kenny's cock from root to glans, much longer and harder than necessary.
"Please stop, or I'll cum in your hands, sir." Kenny filled a hand with cream and pushed three greasy fingers inside Colin's open arse.
"Yes, yes. Do my pussy, Kenny. Do my pussy as only you can do it. Come on now. I want your cock all inside me, until I can almost taste the top of it!" Colin was wild. He spread his legs and let Bill almost lift him from the bed. Kenny looked at Bill with a grin, then he placed the naked cockhead outside the boy's sphincter.
"Ready, Kiddo?" he shouted.
"Aye. All the way," Colin answered.
In one single movement Kenny let his 26 cm (10 inches) slide into the small body, no screaming, no hard pounding, just slowly all the way inside until Colin felt the newly-trimmed bush tickle his balls.
"Yes, Kenny. You're great. You're great. Fuck me now. Do it, be hard with me now. Show my dad you can be hard too. Colin was far away already. He knew he was going to cum very soon, but he also knew that he didn't need more breaks now. He would show them some real spunking.
Colin did not see what Bill was doing, but Bill handed Colin's legs to Kenny and placed a pillow under his hips. Then he greased up his own weapon, two centimetres shorter than Kenny's, but thick and hard like a wooden stick.
"You want me inside, Kenny? You think we may fuck this lad to silence together?" He opened Kenny's hairy arse with two fat fingers. Bill knew he had to be careful. He had been inside this straight guy before, but he didn't want him to lose his own erection.
"Go on, sir. I can take you, you remember?" Kenny gave Colin some extra pounding and moved his hips back when he felt Bill's cockhead just outside. Bill broke through his sphincter without problems, but Kenny screamed like a pig.
"Stop yelling, Kenny. Show me how you two cooperate. Dock me, Kenny. Then you dock him Dad, slowly, slowly!" Colin was in command again. It was a marvellous feeling. The two bodies pounded him.
"You okay, Kenny? We go on? Okay?" Bill started a slow fuck, but Colin wriggled like a worm. He used his body on Kenny and just some minutes later he tried to lift up from the cushion.
"I'm cumming. Damn, I'm cumming!" Colin splashed white boy-milk all over his upper body, up to his face, and into his hair.
"You love that white shampoo, Kiddo, but we have a long way to go, haven't we Bill?" Kenny was getting warm. The pain in the arse was turning to heat, and Bill was playing with his whole body.
"Wish you could be my daddy, Bill! Wish you were my fucking daddy! Take me harder, Bill. Please do me harder. Colin's fully hard again too. We will, we willÉcome on. You squeeze my cock again, Kiddo. Just go on, do it." Another scream was heard from Kenny when Bill rotated half way inside, close to his prostate. The straight guy, not often pleased by a real prostate orgasm, could hardly stay inside Colin when he exploded. Some spunk stayed in Colin's boy-cunt, some splashed over the outside of his arse and some shots landed on Colin's body and mixed with Colin's own spunk.
Bill was far from finished. He helped Kenny off and placed his greasy cock outside Colin's dripping boy-cunt. Then he hesitated.
"Go on, Dad. Let me cum again, I have more milk inside me, and Kenny, let me clean your cock. Give it to me!" Colin opened his mouth for Kenny's dripping cock.
Bill was not in a hurry. He gave his son the long treatment he wanted, and he was very pleased by Kenny's finger-fucking. Colin felt that his dad's cock made the final growth, and then he pushed his huge cock all inside. With a silent roar he filled Colin with his man-cream.
To his surprise Kenny almost pushed Bill aside and forced his cock into Colin again. The sound of his cock meeting the spunk on the way out, was a thrill. Colin answered by pulling Kenny's head down, meeting his mouth with a wet and loving tongue. Soon the two mates ended the last part of the evening with a simultaneous orgasm with Bill as a loving onlooker.
To be continued.