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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins) and older men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 39
Colin woke up early feeling slightly confused by the strange surroundings. Then he realised he was in the luxurious penthouse suite in the London hotel booked for him and Bill by Mr Reynard. An exiting day lay ahead for the young student who had arrived from Glasgow the night before with his daddy.
The young lad got out of bed view to the London landmarks in daylight. He had been in London a few times before but this time many things were different. The young student was back in a semi-professional role, as model and performer.
Colin was going to participate in two hot private sex shows for a very select audience. Before that he was to meet agents for one of the newest underwear and swimwear brands for young men, along with the editor for one of Europe's hottest teen fashion magazines. And he was going to make a short porn movie - a teaser as Don, the London photographer he had worked with in France last summer, described it.
"Daddy, I'm so exited. I wish you could fuck me all the way just now!" Colin was in bed again beside his still sleepy daddy. "I wish you could do dirty things with me, or even just spank me a little to make me relax."
"Cool down, baby. You know the deal with Mr Reynard. No cumming for 48 hours before your first show. And you spunked probably a dozen times this Christmas!" Bill was still half asleep, but gave the kid full access when he used his hands to cup the man's huge balls and put the tip of his tongue on his rising cockhead.
"Fifteen times," Colin grinned and then took Bill's now fully erect cock into his mouth.
"Did you fuck Habib last night after you saw him with Don?" Colin teased his Daddy now.
"Twice...in both holes," Bill answered. "Colin, dear, I saw him and Kasim for 10 minutes last night. Take a cold shower now. Don and Habib will be arriving at the hotel about nine o'clock and we need to have our breakfast first."
"Why will Don start shooting the teaser so early?" Colin had been told about the teaser Ð with a title something like "Colin and friends meet London" - when Bill returned from the business meeting the night before. "What did Kasim say about getting Habib into the teaser then?" Colin could hardly speak clear when his dad licked pre-cum from his stiff dick before he pushed him out of bed.
"Kasim gave permission for Habib to go with you and Don, but there is to be no frontal nudity of the boy. And his face is not to be recognisable. It will be a very short movie, with some nude scenes in a studio added later. Hurry up now!" Bill had to give himself some heavy wanks when Colin was out of sight. He wished he could have fucked the boy to the very end just now. In Bill's eyes Colin looked so innocent again, all shaven and small cocked. It disturbed the 'old man' a little when he closed his eyes and continued wanking, to see the faces both of Colin and Olav.
"I think you need a cold shower too," Colin said as he returned from the shower, shaking his head like a wet dog, and sending drops of cold water over his darling daddy who screamed like schoolgirl.
Colin and Habib were sitting in the back of a black London taxi. Colin was fair-skinned but tanned and, although he was 18, he looked no more than 15. Habib had just turned 18 but with his darker skin and black oiled hair he definitely looked older than Colin.
Mr Donald Matthews, known as Don to his friends and colleagues, would be filming the pair. He told them to behave like two ordinary friends visiting the huge city for the first time. "We will do two short scenes in Madame Tussauds. The first with you dressed as a football player," he said as he looked at Colin. "The second scene with both of you naked in the dungeon. This is not allowed of course, but I have my methods. Now change into football gear." He handed Colin a plastic bag. "The exhibition opens 09:30 but we will be allowed in ten minutes ahead of the crowd and go straight to the sports section.
Colin found a copy of Christiano Ronaldo's gear in the bag. "I want you totally naked when you change here in the middle of the traffic, no underwear." Don instructed while shooting. Colin blushed when the taxi driver looked at him in the rear view mirror and then smiled when Colin showed a hard-on for the camera. Don was very pleased.
The two boys were to stand around the model of Ronaldo. There was nobody else around. The guard had received his promised twenty quid to wait outside and prevent anyone else coming in. "Pull down Colin's shorts, boy. Kneel and take his cock in your mouth for a few seconds. We'll do the rest in the studio."
When they left for the dungeon, the public was beginning to stream into the football room.
Down in the dark cellar Don brought them to the torture room. "Undress both of you, hurry!" Don commanded. Colin saw that the entrance sign said 'open in ten minutes'. "Colin, a frontal shot of you holding the barriers with both hands and your cock outside please. And Habib, you stand facing Colin on the other side of the barriers. Go!"
"Great job, guys. We finished in only 15 minutes. You are really good actors." Don handed them tickets for a proper visit later, as he said.
"Next spot is the London Eye. I have no appointment there, but it's early and we shouldn't have to queue for long. We'll use a bus to get there," said Don. When the bus arrived, he gave his instructions. "Sit upstairs, at the front if possible. I will shoot through the window to get to get some of the famous viewpoints on tape. Sit close together and use loving hands if few people are around."
Colin was excited pointing out places to Habib during the ride. When approaching the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Bridge, he rose from his seat and pointed. Don got a beautiful silhouette of the young man's very visible bulge through the loose football shorts he was still wearing.
After some refreshments the guys were ready to enter the 'Eye'. Even though it was a bit chilly in the December weather, Don wanted the boys to be shirtless. Fortunately the sun made it quite warm inside the glass cage. The three were lucky and got a gondola to themselves. Don was filming and Habib was so excited by the views that he nearly forgot why he was there. "When at the top I want you to drop your shorts. Don't worry if some people in adjacent gondolas are looking. That's their own business." Don talked as if he had done this before.
"Use one hand on your cocks as if you are wanking. I want Colin full frontal, but just hold still and don't move. We'll put in real wanking later." Don adjusted his own cock before he took a close-up of Colin dripping a long thread of pre-cum.
Down on the ground again, the dressed innocent-looking boys mixed with the crowd and were on their way back to a taxi before the viewers from the next gondola could follow.
"I want you to stop on the north-western side of Tower Bridge," Don told the taxi driver. "You guys take the left pavement and walk hand in hand across the bridge. Put an arm around your mate from time to time as well, Colin. I follow behind filming. I want the Thames, the Tower and the skyline on the screen as well as your sexy bums. Go ahead, act!"
"I have to piss," Colin said.
"There's a toilet by the information stand in the eastern tower," Don informed him.
"Okay, you can get a pissing scene for your teaser then," Colin grinned. And Don took the opportunity without hesitating. Inside a very narrow cubicle he managed to film two half-hard spraying cocks, before he unzipped his own trousers and showed the boys that his stallion cock was dripping wet even before he started to piss. Colin couldn't stop himself kneeling and licking the photographer until his huge cock was like a spear.
"You have to stop Baby, or I'm going to spit all over you," Don whispered.
"Wish you would!" Colin grinned up at Don.
"No time for fun now! We have one more important scene," Don said, " and this needs some more preparation."
The two boys entered the so-called Princes' Room in the Tower of London, and Colin explained the background to Habib. "The young princes - 12 year old King Edward V and his younger brother- were imprisoned in the Tower by Richard, the Duke of Gloucester who was supposed to take care of them. They disappeared and it is assumed they were murdered. Then Richard took the throne to become King Richard III."
"We're not here for a history lesson, but a lesson in brotherly love between two older princes," Don said. "The room isn't open to the general public at the moment but we can't spend too long here. Now I want you to dress as young medieval princes. You'll find your costumes over there." Don pointed to a small wardrobe.
The two boys were soon dressed in clothes from the fourteenth century, including tight stockings, silk codpieces and short blouses. The boys, still horny after the incident in the toilet by Tower Bridge, were less innocent than probably correct. Don smiled. They were the best actors he had ever had up here. And he had made movies up here before.
"Just play as if I'm not here," Don said. "I know you are horny so it shouldn't be too difficult for you to show us some hot action. I know you are not allowed to cum, Colin, so we'll keep the scene rather short. At the end I want Habib to spunk all over your lovely face and mouth. You're okay with that I assume."
Colin nodded and asked, "Should we fuck each other?" He had never fucked Habib and he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that now when he wasn't allowed to cum.
"No, we have no time for that. Handjobs, sucking and then some rimming in the bed before Habib spunks off. We have about ten minutes. Go on, guys. Start to kiss as you undress." Don gave his brief instructions as director.
It quickly became a hot scene. The two youngsters kissed passionately. They undressed each other both gently but with eagerness. Once fully naked the two beautiful bodies lay down on the chamber bed. Colin gave his movie brother full access to his stiff little cock and got all the treatment possible. Then they turned around, and in a 69 Colin focused on Habib's dripping cock. His circumcised cock was probably not historically correct, but his lovely cockhead was like a small golden apple that Colin orally worshiped.
"Okay, rim your mate's arse now," Don instructed Habib, and after a short hesitation, the lad started to lick Colin's arse opening. Soon he was even putting the tip of his tongue into Colin's arse hole.
Colin put his head back and shouted "Stop Habib, please Habib. I'm gonna cum!"
Don paused filming, went up to Colin and with a very solid grip, and a scream from the boy, he pinched his cock root and stopped the boy's ejaculation. He had done that before too!
"We'd better wait with the mouth-fucking until we are in the studio. We only have a few minutes left now," Don was effective at time management. "But, first we can have a cumshot from you, Habib. Pull up your legs, Colin. Let me see your arsehole, try to press out so we can see your arse muscles move." Turning to Habib, he went on, "I have to shoot you from the side, boy. Put your cockhead very close to Colin's arse and start to wank. Use only two fingers. I want to see the spunk cumming out of your piss-slit and then Colin's arsecrack filled with your cream. Then use your cockhead to spread your love cream...maybe push some into the hole...before you lie down and lick your cum from Colin's arse." The young Arab actor needed no further help to let the photographer have the perfect porn finale on this film set, high up in Her Majesty's Tower of London.
"It feels strange sitting here eating, looking down at the place where people where executed," Colin said, getting another portion of sausages and mash in an old pub above Tower Hill.
'We'll take the Tube out to my studio in East London. I want to get a few shots on the train. No hot stuff there, but I will instruct you how to stand so later I can make it look as if you are riding the Tube naked." Don finished eating and was in a hurry. "I need to have a quick word with someone here. As soon as I come back, I want you to go to the toilet and take a piss, Colin. Habib, please wait at the table. We'll only be a couple of minutes."
The pub toilet was a really old-fashioned one, with a long stinky piss trough. Colin went up to the trough and pulled his shorts down while Don filmed from the side. Just when Colin was about to end his yellow stream, two men in their thirties entered the room and placed themselves on either side of the boy. Colin hadn't received any instructions, but since Don was still shooting his film, Colin knew that this had been arranged. He used both hands and took hold of the waiting cocks and gently wanked the men while they were sending their fluid into the pissoir.
"Well done, guys. You'll find a extra beer waiting for you at the bar." Don had got a hot scene on his London tour without giving his young actor any instructions at all. "You are a born porn actor, kid." Don gave him a hug when they left the pub.
Don did some filming in the Tube back to his studio, but because it was very crowded Don could not give any instructions.
"First time in a porn studio guys?" Don grinned when they entered the old building through a side door.
"I've seen inside Kasim's studio in Marseille," Colin said, and young Habib said that he had too.
"We shoot a lot of so-called soft porn for hotels and television here. There are many amateurs around willing to earn some quick money." Don was suddenly like a guide.
"What is soft porn? Habib asked, almost his first question of the day.
"Fucking and sucking without showing cocks or cunts," the porn specialist Colin explained. "Just pretend stuff!"
"You could be right for most studios but here we make different versions with two or three cameras, so everybody here has to fuck for real." Don grinned again. "And we use real spunk - no egg white in this studio. But back to business. I'll shoot some short sex scenes with you two in a studio with a blue background so I can mix it with our outdoor shots. It will look like sex on location if I'm good enough." Don opened the door to a sort of reception area. The room was empty but for a pale young boy sitting on a sofa.
"Hey Ben. You here already? I managed to do most of the work outdoors so you'll be able to finish early. Say hello to Colin and Habib." The young man did not rise, but gave them a thumbs up. The two answered the same way, and followed Don into the studio.
"Red light on," Don stopped the guys. "I thought they would have finished by now, but we probably won't have to wait long."
"What are they shooting?" Colin was very curious.
"I'm not quite sure. We've had two lads from the Midlands here yesterday and today. They are doing a great job. Very cute guys, and easy to work with. It's their third visit here. They are amateurs, but doing a better job than many professionals."
"Two days? A full movie then?" Colin wondered.
"No. I guess they are into their second for the day, and they did two sets yesterday as well. They did some MILF stuff yesterday, both of them, but today I think it's just sweet vanilla gay sex," Don talked to Colin like he was his business partner.
"MILF as in sons fucking their mothers? Ugh!" Colin looked disgusted.
"That's what we pretend, but it's very seldom like that. We use young guys and mature ladies," Don answered without any emotion.
"But these guys are gay, aren't they? Since they do sets together I mean." Colin couldn't quite believe what Don said.
"To be honest, we don't talk much about sexual orientation here. These guys want to have sex. They want to earn money. They are good-looking and they are well equipped. They stay hard without any problems and they shoot loads like stallions. Most important, they are healthy and not into drugs. If they use some pills to stay hard for a longer time, well, that's not my business and I don't ask." Don signalled for the boys to wait and went into the studio.
"I could not fuck an old lady, not if they gave me a huge pile of money," Colin whispered to Habib. "The thought of licking a woman makes me nauseous."
Don was soon back. "They are almost finished. You can come in and watch the final scene but stay silent. This scene is always the most important and we use two cameras on that. But these guys will do well. They are real boyfriends so they don't have to act, and they are gay!" Don smiled now and looked at Colin. "The MILF business is just for money. We often use young amateur boys for those sets. Many male actors are not so happy with the old ladies, but the young lads close their eyes and dream of their boyfriends when being sucked." Don looked at Colin with a huge grin and gently punched his shoulder. The red light went off.
"You can go in now, but stay very quiet in the background," Don said as he opened the door to the studio.
"The studio was decorated like a teenager's room with a king-size bed. The strong lights made the area really warm. Two guys with lightweight cameras were doing the filming, both wearing only tank tops and cut-off denim shorts. One was a mature guy (Colin reckoned late forties) but the other was a young guy no more than 21. An even younger guy brought Cokes to the two young actors sitting naked side by side on the bed, teasing and joking with each other as if they were alone.
Sitting in the shadows was a quite mature lady reading a magazine. She did not seem very interested in what was going on.
"Okay, Claire, give the boys a little more sweat." The older cameraman looked at the woman. "And give the two cocks a bit more colour before the spunking, thank you! Which of you will cum first?" He added as he looked at the two actors.
"I will, if it's okay," said one of them as he raised his hand. "But I don't know how much I have to shoot. The bitch sucked me empty earlier, remember?"
"It will be okay, son. Young'un here can add some spunk for the close up. He has been horny all day. It's his first real job you know." The older man indicated the young blushing cameraman.
Colin had already noticed that the young man seemed to be sporting a heavy boner, but he wasn't sure. It could just be that he was very well hung. Colin had been more interested in the older photographer who looked a lot like Bruce, hairy and tanned. He could see his large nipples through the tight top and, even better, a bulge that had Colin's mouth watering. After losing his erection during the MILF talk, Colin had his dripping boner back. Suddenly he felt Don grope his cock and balls.
"You would love to be in this, baby?" Don whispered. "Or is there nothing here you fancy?" He enjoyed teasing.
"I would love to be fucked by him," Colin said as he stared at the daddy figure now preparing his camera. "He could do anything he wanted with me and you could film us."
"Maybe we could arrange that one day." Don was a bit distracted as he checked his watch. He had an agreement with Mr Reynard to take Colin back to his hotel suite in Central London before five o'clock but he felt there was still enough time to finish his job.
The woman named Claire pushed the two laughing boys back on the bed and with a thin voice she said without a smile, "You get hard kids, so I can brighten up your small ones."
The two lads, quite thin, nearly hairless with just a dark shadow above their cocks, managed to get half-hard quite fast, and when the lady pulled their foreskin back without mercy, and started to put some colour on their cockheads, they were both hard as steel. "Good lads," she said. "Now finish the shoot so I can get home for a late lunch." She used some water from a flower sprayer to make them look really sweaty.
"Okay lads, I want to shoot this in one take. I want spunk all over the face and I want an open mouth, okay, and then you lick him clean. Oh, and Young'un, you be sure to get a close-up when the boys feed each other. I want some real snowballing, guys. Just as you did yesterday." The older cameraman was doubling as the director.
The final scene was hot, but much like any other vanilla production. One boy sat on the other's chest, and after heavy sucking and licking, he did just as he had been directed. Colin was looking at the cameramen. The young one had to adjust his cock from time to time, obviously as horny as hell. The old one had a very visible bulge as well, but he was more professional and concentrated on the job.
Colin smiled when he looked aside and saw that Habib had his small cock out from his shorts and was wanking like a mad one. "Stop, son. You have to save it for our shot," Don whispered to him. Colin was wet too, but tried to stay cool when the other guy on the set wanked and shot his load all over his friend's body.
"Okay guys. Have a good trip home to Manchester. Hope to see you again next month," the cameraman said to the boys on the bed before coming up to Don. "Where did you find this cutie?" he looked at Colin with a smile. Colin went red. He wasn't sure if he liked being called `cutie'.
"This is Colin, Andrew. The lad from the great barn shot in France. Remember?"
"The little tough guy? Really nice to meet you, young man." The cameraman offered Colin his hand.
"Colin is showing his young friend London today, and we have to take some blue-screen shots to finish off," Don said while Colin shook the man's hand.
"Nice to meet you, sir. I wish we could talk more. I could do with some advice for appearing in front of the camera, but I guess we are in a hurry." Colin looked at Don.
"Yes we are, Colin. Claire, can you do me a favour? I need this boy coloured up a little for the heavy light, but just to correspond with the outdoor winter light. The other boy here needs no extra tanning. He has his natural look and his face is not shown." Don had a caring hand on Habib's shoulder.
"And please give young Colin some extra make-up on his willy and his hairless entrance. I will be taking some close-ups. Young Ben is waiting outside. Will you please make his dick the same colour as Colin's. He'll be doing a `stand in' spunking for Colin." Don gave his orders, but Colin noticed the polite way in which he spoke to the make-up lady.
"You may undress here, son." Claire put her eyes on him. "We have no time to go to the wardrobe."
Colin hesitated with all the people around, and a lady who was to give him all over make-up, even on his cock! But then he heard Bill's voice in his head. "Don't be a prima donna, Colin. You are a professional now!" He undressed without looking around. When he pushed down his red, very sexy jock, one of the boys on the bed whistled. Colin just showed his thumb to him, and turned his head with a huge grin.
The naked and, for once, flaccid Colin went up to the lady and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."
The lady took his hand and just said, "My pleasure, young man." No taunt at all in her voice.
She did her job quickly and professionally. Colin loved the strokes from her warm hands and from the oil she put on him. He had to close his eyes and concentrate. He was about to grow a hard-on in front of a lady. And when she pulled back his foreskin and put make-up on his glans, on his cockshaft and then on his balls, he was as stiff as he could be. She took no notice of the drop of pre-cum that came from his manipulated piss-slit.
"Now your rear, son. Please turn around." The lady turned him. He bent over like a professional porn star and pulled his buttocks apart, showing her his pink entrance. No whistling from the boys now, but there was a silent excitement in the room.
The very professional Don ended this little performance by ordering everybody out. "I just need this studio camera, Colin. The blue screen is in the studio behind us. So guys, follow me. We'll take the last shots and then I'll call for a taxi to take you back to your hotel."
What happened next was not under Don's direction. The lady, Claire as she was called, hugged Colin tight and whispered in his ear, "Take care, son. Look after yourself. Nobody in this business really cares! And if you ever feel the need for help, just come to me."
"You have won the first prize today, Colin," Don said when they entered the other studio.
"What prize, Don?" Colin did not understand.
"I have never seen Claire hug a newcomer before, and she is not just anybody, Colin. She owns this studio and many clubs and restaurants all over London. She is one of the richest in this business."
"She almost made me forget she was a woman. Her touch was just... erm...hot." Colin had a hand around his still stiff and dripping dick. "But back to business, okay?"
"Yes, we'll do the rest of the shooting now, guys. Just relax as you did out in town." Don saw that both the boys were stressed. Colin had high shoulders and was breathing with through his open mouth. Don went up to him and hugged the warm naked body.
"Just have fun, baby. I'll do all the work. Now undress your young friend." Colin smiled when he felt Don's bulge close to his own body.
"He's not only professional," Colin thought about Don's young-looking body. He had seen him naked only once - swimming naked in the pool in France, tanned and without a hair on his body. "Bet he is a great fucker too." Colin let his hand, as if by accident, touch the man's hard bulge.
Don seemed to hesitate, then he swallowed and started to adjust the camera. "I'll take some nude shots of you two here in the blue studio, and mix it with the film we have done outside today. If we do a good job, viewers will believe that you were fully naked out in the city this morning."
"Cool!" Colin was grinning at the naked beauty from Tunisia. "Wish we could have been naked in Madame Tussauds. Wouldn't it have been hot if Ronaldo was naked too? You think the wax model of him has a real cock, Don?" Don did not answer the sexy small talk. He was back in his very professional role now.
"We'll start with the last scene, with you two standing in the Tube. You in front Colin, as if holding the handrail. You will just have your back in this shot, Habib. Play with your cock, Colin. Don't wank. Just tug your balls and touch your cockhead. Rub the pre-cum and put a finger in your mouth. Look around!" Colin was enjoying himself.
"Good stuff in one take. Great, guys. Now sit down on the bench lads, just as you did on the bus. You remember rising up very excited, pointing out Big Ben, Colin? Do it again now." Don started the camera rolling. Colin acted as though he was on the bus. It wasn't easy, and a bit boring too. "We'll do a second take. Stay hard, baby. I want your cock stiff for the side view." Colin gave his cock some wanks and then he acted again. Don was satisfied.
"Now guys, think back to Ronaldo. I want you standing full frontal, Colin, as you were this morning. And you, Habib, just kneel down and suck Colin. Lick him, tease him and bite him a little. Grab his head, Colin. Let him mouth-fuck you. Play with your tits, baby. Just like that yes, yes!" Colin saw Don tenting and he focused on not cumming. "Okay, you can stop, guys. Good work Habib. You were close to cumming Colin? I saw that. Great!"
Don put a blue blanket on the bench. "Well boy, now for some hotter action. Lie down, Colin. Spread your legs. We need to see your cock being sucked a little more. Suck him, Habib. And then sit upon his chest." The young Arab was happy to continue. He knelt beside Colin and took his cock inside his mouth, and then allowed Colin to mouth-fuck him. After a minute or so, he moved onto his chest and gave Colin his hard-on.
Don smiled at Habib. "I guess you don't have to act now, Colin. The boy has wanted this since the Tower. Just forget that I'm here. Make love to each other, and Habib, I want you to spunk all over Colin's face. Then you kiss him and lick him, okay. Here we go, guys." Don started off with his camera very close.
It was a very hot, but very short love scene. Habib mouth-fucked Colin like crazy. Colin even used his hands around the boy's hips and forced him deep into his throat. Habib was screaming when Colin used his teeth on his unprotected circumcised cock. Then he grabbed his cock with one hand and wanked with just two fingers, as Don had told him. He sent his huge load of boy cream into Colin's mouth and onto his face. Some even flew into his hair. One of Colin's eyes caught a load of spunk and it dripped from his eye-lashes. Habib was whining and nearly crying when Colin took his tender cock into his mouth again for cleaning. When the boy lowered his head and licked every drop of cum from Colin's face Don was unhappy that he was not allowed to show the boy's face.
"The last scene is difficult, but hot, and I want it to be good. I'm sorry you can't spunk off today Colin, but I have a stand-in for you. We will pretend that you spunk off inside the gondola at the top of the London Eye. I'll go and fetch Ben. You take a short break and clean up a little, Colin. You'll find soft drinks on the table."
Don went out through the door into the first studio. When he opened the door, Colin saw that the older cameraman had been watching the action inside. Colin did nothing to hide the fact that he was horny, and knowing that the older very well-hung man was looking at him made him leak more pre-cum.
"Sorry that we kept you waiting, Ben. The other lads took a bit more time than planned. The lads from Manchester thought this was a love hotel, I guess." Don smiled at the young lad who had been waiting in reception.
"Yeah, I talked to them. They were happy to get paid for fucking, they said. Could do that every day, they said." Ben sounded like a local guy. Colin liked him. Ben was thin and had big blue eyes and very visible nipples. No visible bulge in the baggy skater-style outfit though.
"Did they say anything about the MILF yesterday then? " Don took off the boy's t-shirt and signalled him to take off his shorts.
"The fucking lady had teased them about their equipment. Said that she needed two of them to fill her up. Then they did that. One took her cunt, the other her backside. Banged her very hard, they said, while pretending they fucked each other. She had problems walking afterwards when dripping spunk from both holes. Fucking crazy!" The lad was naked and half-hard with a small cock just Colin's size. "That younger cameraman wants to make a test shot with me after this so it's probably good that you only want me to do a single wank."
Ben went over to Colin. "So you want me to spunk for you, eh? Problems? I often do it for oldies, but you?" Ben met Colin's eyes. Colin blushed.
"Colin's producer has denied him the pleasure of cumming today. He's doing a cum show tomorrow but I need the pictures today. That's why. He's a heavy shooter like you." Don made the position clear before reaching for his camera. "Get this boy hard, Habib, and let him stay hard." Don put a hand on Ben's shoulder and asked him to kneel. The young Arabian cocksucker got another dream job.
"Okay Colin. The scene is inside the glass gondola. You stand as you did, with your front to the Thames. You wank, a heavy hard wank, with a lot of noise. I don't have to instruct you, you know how to make a wank look hot. When I say, Ben will place himself very close in front of you with his hands behind his back. You use your wanking hand to do him, okay. I'll change to a side view of his cock now. You are the one to scream and act as if you are cumming, but Ben will shoot his load all over the floor in what I hope looks like the floor of the glass gondola of the London Eye. And then," Don looked at Habib. "I will film you from behind when you lick the spunk from the floor. The plastic is clean here son, so don't worry."
"Just my tiny cock and my huge load in the movie," Ben grinned. "Well paid minutes then!"
"Here we go. Just one take for this, so do the job well." Don started to shoot his clip in front of the blue screen. After just two minutes he shouted, "I'll pause and change position. You come in now, Ben. Here we go!"
Ben took some time to spunk off, but when Colin took hold of his nipples and squeezed them, the young man shot his load while Colin held his cock with two fingers. There was quite a big load for Habib to lick up.
"How are you, Colin?" Don asked when the young man rose after cleaning his stand-in's cock with his own mouth.
"Fine," Colin said, "Just fine, but if this guy had pressed his hot body against my cock any longer, you would have had a double load on the floor."
Ben hugged Colin and Habib too, and ran off for the other studio. There were two guys looking in the open door now.
"Forty five minutes. Nice work Colin, and nice of you too Habib. Happy for the vitamins, eh?" He looked at the boy licking his lips.
"But you have to hurry up and get dressed. Mr Reynard's limo will be waiting for you outside."
"What is it like to be a movie star?" Bill welcomed his young man in their huge suite.
"I could eat a horse," Colin said as he collapsed on the huge sofa. Bill had heard that expression many times.
"I have ordered a selection of pizzas for us. They will be here very soon, I think. Take a shower, love." Bill kissed him. "And get that make-up off your skin. You look like a doll." Bill smiled.
"I feel like one as well," Colin said.
"But you don't have to do your hair. Mr Reynard has asked Pierre to style you before the audition tonight," Bill continued.
"Great. It will be nice to see Pierre again," Colin said as he went to the bathroom.
"Quite a change from the mountain cabin just a few days ago," Bill thought. "I wonder what my boy thinks of all this." Suddenly he was a bit worried.
"Will you please scrub my back and my bum, Daddy?" Colin shouted from the shower.
"I wonder what I shall put on for the audition. Reynard said I could wear whatever I wanted. He would have preferred me naked, he said." Colin had several different outfits spread on the bed as he chatted to Bill. "I think I'll just go with the pair of tight black trousers and the off-white short jacket I wore at the restaurant at home. Bruce thought I looked hot that night, remember?" Colin looked at Bill who was still resting with his eyes closed. "You'd better dress up too, Daddy. I'm leave to meet Mr Reynard now. You look for me just before seven, okay?"
Colin was not his usual cool self. He was really nervous, not for the meeting with the representatives for the fashion world but to be compared with, he had been told, five other young guys.
Colin knocked the door to Mr Reynard's suite. The door was opened by Pierre, Reynard's young servant. He was dressed in a short toga-like white tunic, tanned and barefoot. Pierre had a huge smile when he saw Colin. He kissed him in the French manner and then hugged him.
"Nice to see you again, Colin. You look absolutely gorgeous." Colin had heard this expression from the girlish looking make-up artist before. "Please come in, Mr Reynard is waiting for you!"
"Mon cher ami, comment ca va? Permettez-moi de te regarder." Reynard, in a perfect light grey suit opened his arms and welcomed the young man. "I have really waited for this moment. It has been a long time since I saw you. Let me see if you have changed?" Colin stayed in his arms. "And your outfit is stunning," Reynard held Colin by his shoulders and looked him up and down. "You are well tanned for the middle of winter, and really sexy without a shirt."
"And how are you, sir? Thank you for the beautiful present." Colin pointed to his golden necklace. "I have to thank you from my friend Olav as well. It was quite a surprise for us to receive such gifts. Olav wanted me to give you a kiss, sir," Colin kissed the man's left cheek. "And this from me," Colin kissed the man's other cheek. "I hope you had a nice journey to London. And you look stunning as always. Dad is just around the corner. He'll be here any minute." Colin suddenly felt a bit stressed by the situation.
"Bring the champagne, Pierre, and three glasses." Reynard sat down on the sofa. "Please sit in my lap, kid. I've missed you!"
"Only half a glass for you, kid," Reynard smiled at Colin, "You are the one who has to work tonight and convince the `judges' that you are their new star. You'd better stay sober."
"I'm nervous," Colin whispered very near to Reynard's ear. He touched his earlobe with his hot lips. Reynard closed his eyes and put one hand on Colin's growing bulge. Colin bit the man's earlobe, still very lightly. Reynard turned his head and gave Colin his lips. The kiss was soft, but when Colin gave the grown-up his tongue, the man answered the same way, and squeezed the young man's hard balls.
Pierre was still standing in front of them, spellbound. He was not used to seeing his `master' being tender. He knew his whip better.
"Strip Colin for me, Pierre. I want to see him before you prepare him for the audition."
Pierre gave Reynard another glass of champagne, then he started to undress Colin. When his jacket came off, Colin turned around and showed his upper body. "Nice," Reynard commented. "Very boyish muscles without being bulky. Think the swimming does you good. Show me your armpits, love." Colin put his arms behind the neck and turned around, showing off his hairless pits.
The next item to come off was the tight black trousers. With help of Pierre, Colin managed to slip these off, revealing a white thong. Colin knew that he probably was going to become erect so he had chosen a very tight thong, almost a dance belt.
"I don't like that thong very much, Colin dear. You have no reason to hide your beautiful love stick. Take the red sexy one over there. And take the white shoes," he pointed to a chair beside the door. Mr Reynard knew what he wanted from his young star.
"And now please show me your beauty." Reynard continued. Colin went up very close to the man. With slightly shaky hands Reynard undressed his Scottish prince. "Beautiful, really beautiful. Just as I remembered you." Reynard used his hands and touched Colin's silly smooth pubic area, his balls, and then, very carefully, his cock.
"Please show me all of your cockhead, baby." Reynard had trouble speaking. Colin used two fingers to pull his glans free. Then he squeezed his cock and showed off the slightly darker coloured piss-slit filled with a clear drop of pre-cum. "Yes, beautiful. Just like last summer. Perfect size," Reynard said mostly to himself.
"Show me the boy's arse, Pierre. Please come closer, Colin." Reynard was very eager and sat on the end of the sofa now.
Colin bent over, a bit embarrassed at being examined, but Pierre just smiled and opened the boy's crack for a clear view. Reynard collected some of the dripping pre-cum from Colin's stiff cock with one finger and used it to cream the tight entrance. "Just great baby, just great!" Reynard leaned forward and kissed the boy's entrance.
But suddenly, as if coming out of a dream, Reynard straightened up on the sofa. "Okay, Pierre, you style Colin for his audition. No fancy make-up. Just let the boy shine. Maybe put some colour on his nipples. And Colin, if they ask you to be shirtless, pinch your nipples a bit to make them stand out more. They will love that. And if you get hard when putting on their underwear, just stay hard. Be the innocent lad you are!" Reynard smiled at his young protŽgŽ.
"Innocent," Colin whispered to Pierre on their way to the bathroom. "I wonder how long he will let me stay innocent in the shows he has lined up."
"Welcome, ladies, gentlemen and boys." A tall well-dressed man in his thirties was standing in front of the group of boys with their managers and in most cases their parents. "My name is Philip Marc and it is my job to lead this audition." He looked at the six young boys, sitting in the front row as he added. "As you know, we want to find a new international model for my company "Teen stars."
Mr Marc introduced the first of the men on the interview panel. "I want you to meet Mr Beroni, who is the executive in charge for the Italian-American company that will produce this new teen underwear brand. The name of the brand is still a secret, but it will be announced to the world market very soon." The Italian-looking man was a hairy guy in his fifties, extremely well-dressed. He rose from his seat and bowed.
Colin told Bill in bed that night that this Latin daddy had made him shiver. "I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes from the very first minute he saw me," Colin admitted.
"I also want you to meet Mr Sieger, who is the editor of "Young Fashion," the magazine that will be responsible for the marketing in Europe." Mr Sieger was quite a young man, probably just in his early thirties. The skinny man raised his arm as a greeting.
Bill looked at Colin to see how he was behaving in this huge room with all these people. "He looks as if he owns this room," Bill whispered to Reynard who sat beside him.
"He does, he does!" Reynard nodded.
"We have two photographers here today too. Seigio from Milan and Don who is based here in London." The two men, both mature and confident-looking, smiled at the young guys. "And last but not least, meet my charming secretary Miss Johnson who will do her best to help you." Philip Marc ended his speech by smiling at the young woman.
"Just a little information from me before we begin." Mr Beroni was very formal. "Our new brand, for underwear and then swimwear, is aimed at teenagers from 12 to 17, and we want to present this new brand, as clothing for the manly, tough, young man. If you are chosen, you will work together with models from the United States and Asia with photos appearing in internet blogs, in magazines and on posters around the world. There is also the possibility of fashion shows here in London and in Milan. I look forward to meeting you lads."
Marc, the master of ceremonies, took a step forward. "Okay, guys, now we start. You will draw a numbered armband from Miss Johnson. Place it on your right arm, and keep it on all evening. In front, you can see the catwalk, and in that corner you can change when you need. There is a screen there as well, but young gentlemen, Miss Johnson has seen kids' bums before, so don't be shy." Nothing but a bit of nervous laughter was heard.
"You can all stay during this open round, but no photographs please." Mr Marc addressed the parents and managers then looked back at the boys. "The first round is very simple and you will remain in your own clothes. Walk down the catwalk, turn around at the end and walk back to the middle, turn slowly around in front of the panel and wait until you are dismissed. We will start with number one." He looked at the first very nervous young guy.
Colin followed the guys with his eyes. He was number five and had plenty of time. The boys all appeared to be younger than him and not experienced models. They tried to walk as the models they had seen on catwalks but didn't look very natural. Colin tried to remember what Reynard had said to him. "Walk naturally, head straight, hands by your side. Smile and try to get eye contact with everyone on the interview panel, but catch at least one man's eyes." The look from Reynard when he finished said he was satisfied.
"Second round. Please do just the same as before but we want you shirtless this time. We will start with number six. May we have some more light please?" Mr Marc gave his instructions.
Colin handed his jacket to Miss Johnson. Then he turned his back to the panel while waiting for the boys with both vests and shirts to take off. He used his fingers and his nails to squeeze his nipples. He tugged them until they were erect and very dark.
The boy that started first this time was a dream in Colin's eyes; the only boy he got turned on when looking at. He was a bit taller than Colin, darker skin, and with jet black hair. "He looks scared," Reynard whispered to Bill when the same boy moved forward without a smile.
Then Colin stepped onto the catwalk, his black trousers sitting low and his upper body shining after Pierre's light oiling. He put on a big smile when he stopped in front of the panel. Without being provocative, he put his hands on his hips before he turned around for the last time.
"The next round will tell us how you feel about our new underwear," Mr Marc said. "Miss Johnson has put our tight boxer type on the stand over there. She will give you the correct size because the measurements were sent us in advance. Please put on the boxers and make the same walk."
Four of the boys went behind the screen to change after they got their underwear from Miss Johnson. Colin and the dark-skinned boy he fancied changed in front of the table without covering themselves at all. Colin was pleased that Pierre had put some oil on his legs. That made it possible for him to undress from his tight trousers with some elegance. "That dirty little stripper," Din whispered to his colleague. He knows exactly what he is doing."
Bill was a bit confused when he saw that Colin was wearing the red thong instead of the tight underwear he had chosen earlier. "I told him to," Reynard answered Bill's question, just as Colin undressed completely.
Colin found Miss Johnson's eyes. "She looked like she wanted to eat me," Colin told Reynard afterwards. "And I hated her smell. It reminded me of fish, but her look stopped me getting an erection."
Again Colin was number two on the catwalk. He focused on Mr Sieger this time and managed to meet his eyes. When Colin turned around for the second time everybody could see that his bulge had grown, and Colin got everyone's attention at the end by placing a small but important thumb inside the boxer's waistband. He got a huge smile back from Mr Sieger.
There was a small discussion among the three `judges' before Mr Marc announced, "We would like one more round before we are finished." Colin was happy to do more. He had been expecting more. Mr Marc went on. "You all know how important the model's bum, or to be more formal, his buttocks are when we present underwear. The boxers covered too much for us to reach a decision." The two men on either side of Mr Marc nodded.
"On the table you find some other models; jocks, thongs, briefs and a very new low bikini for boys. Choose whatever you want and please feel free to really show us your rear." Mr Marc grinned. "And no photos at this part of the audition guys," he said as he looked at the two photographers. "We will start with number one when you have changed."
Most of the young models chose colourful jocks and presented a hot view when they came back to the catwalk. Colin's favourite, number six, had chosen a white jock, which looked very sexy against his tanned bum. Colin had, to Bill's surprise, chosen a red low-cut bikini in very soft material. He was suddenly the most dressed one on stage, but Bill guessed that his young son had something planned. His face showed every sign of that.
"I went so hard when changing close to the other guys," Colin told Bill afterwards. "But two of the others sported boners too."
Colin did what he could to look decent. The bikini was very tight, and his only possibility was to put his stiff cock to one side. When he walked, everybody could see that he had an erection. The bikini was so low-cut that his shaven pubic bone was visible, and at the back his nice round upper buttocks were on full display. "A good choice, a very good choice," Reynard whispered to himself.
The now very confident Colin walked the catwalk with a wise smile, and when he stopped in front of the three men, he hesitated in a cute way. Then he turned around and very slowly stripped off his bikini. There were some muttering around.
Before turning back to face the panel, Colin managed to catch his underwear without bending too low. He held the red bikini in front of his dick and balls with one hand, very charming and not really provocative. You could see the root of his small dick, but he covered his erection very nicely. When returning to the table he gave his underwear to Miss Johnson before, with his one hand covering his erection, he went behind the screen to change. "Wish I could have seen my favourite boy's performance," Colin thought, while struggling to get the tight black jeans on his now quite sweat body.
"Thank you, young gentlemen. Very nice job all of you." Mr Marc stood up. "Miss Johnson will take you to drinks and some light food in the bar. Please keep your numbers guys. We will call you back in about half an hour."
Colin got a tight hug from Bill, and Reynard kissed him on both cheeks. "Tres bon, mon cher. Tres bon." Reynard was excited. Colin was just thirsty, but he was excited too. Bill stayed very calm. He was very happy that Colin had not overdone things.
"We have decided to continue the process with two of you guys," Mr Marc had a paper in his hand when he arrived in the bar with Mr Beroni and Mr Sieger. "We want to go on with Number Six, Donno," he made an artistic pause, "and Number Five, Colin." There was a cautious applause before the four losing guys went up to the pair and congratulated them.
"We want to speak with the two boys' managers now, and the photographers are waiting for you two," he said as he looked at Colin and Donno. "They have half an hour with you for some personal pictures. We want to see how you take instructions and then we will invite you back to an interview with Mr Sieger and Mr Beroni in the evening the day after tomorrow."
The photographers had re-arranged the lightening so they could work at both end of the catwalk. "I would like to go on with you in the red bikini," Seigio said.
"Are you always stiff like that?" Donno asked Colin when they changed.
"Yes, I am," was Colin's straight answer. "And you?" He looked at the boy's long and very thin cock, which was still flaccid."
"I need girls around," the boy was very serious reply.
"Then we'd better call for Miss Johnson, eh?" Colin grinned.
"Come on, guys. We need to work." Don was in a hurry.
"You just act as you like, Colin. Give me all the different positions you can think of." Seigio smiled at Colin and shot dozens and dozens of pictures without giving instructions. "Try to cover up your hard one a little. I don't think we can sell the underwear advertised by a model with an obvious erection." Sergio smiled at him again. "Don told me you are in a special situation tonight so we won't bother too much."
"Maybe you can put my cock where you want it, Signore." Colin put his wide-open eyes on the very hairy Italian man, who was a bit younger than Don, probably in his late forties. "Please call me just Seigio, bambino. I'll help you!" The man put his hand down inside Colin's underwear and let it stay much longer than necessary.
"Can't we take the pictures nude instead?" Colin whispered.
"Buono, molto buono." Sergio undressed Colin and turned him around to focus on his buttocks. "Please bend over a little." Sergio's camera was very close to Colin's arsecrack. When Colin turned around he did not cover up his stiff and dripping cock. With one finger he caught a drop of pre-cum and then put his finger in his mouth. The photographer adjusted his own stiff cock again and again.
"You want me to suck you, Sergio?" Colin was close to the dark tanned man, who unzipped his shorts before he even answered. Colin grabbed the man's dark 8 inch (20 cm) long but quite thin cock, and took it into his mouth and then down his throat. It took Colin two minutes to get this man to spunk again and again and again into his mouth. "He must have been horny for the last hour, and I have been for 48 hours," Colin thought. Then he turned and saw from the side that Don was rimming the very erect Donno. "I can't see any girls around," Colin whispered with a grin when he passed the other boy. "And the two guys got their bonus." Colin nodded at the two photographers. Don had his face drenched in the young lad's spunk.
"You were great, Colin." Colin met Pierre on his way to their suite.
"How do you know?" Colin asked.
"I watched the show through the security cameras. The security boys helped me." Pierre blushed.
"I guess you paid them well," Colin grinned back.
Bill heard a scream from the shower when they were back in their suite. "A cold shower, I guess," Bill smiled.
"You have to use some ice on me Daddy and cage me or I will cum just lying beside you tonight. And how can you even think of me being small and flaccid for the opening of the show when you all have done to make me super horny for 48 hours?" The young naked Colin stood with his hair dripping wet, like a small kid waiting to be dried.
"That's Pierre's job." Bill grinned before he asked room service for ice cubes.
To be continued