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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 47
"What's the matter, darling?" Bill put his arm around his sweaty and uneasy lover.
"It was that man again. He tried to strangle me. He's so big and I'mÉI love you, Daddy. Just that stupid dream again." Colin was somewhere between sleep and awake. He crept closer to Bill and put an arm around his warm and naked body.
"Go back to sleep, love. It's much too early to get up," Bill said as he stroked the young lad's hair.
"I have to pee first." Naked as always Colin found his way to the bathroom with his eyes almost closed. His morning cock was hard as iron, and the young man played with both his cute 4 inch (10 cm) dick and his loose morning balls on the way to the toilet. He knew that his morning piss would sprayed all over if he wasn't careful so he sat down and pointed his stiffy into the bowl. "Now piss before I go crazy," he murmured.
Back in the king-size bed he realised that his dad was deep asleep again. He was lying in the morning position Colin loved; his legs widely spread, and his bulge very visible under the light cover. The bulge was quite big today so the horny youngster had to take a look of his favourite toy.
"You want me to suck you, Daddy?" Colin pulled the cover aside. His dad's morning wood was a dream for the young man, 9.5 inches (24cm) long, naked glans, pointing all free from his body. "An invitation for sucking," Colin said to himself and let his warm wet lips slide over the cockhead. The smell was the smell of a grown-up man and Colin loved it. He used the tip of his tongue to check his Daddy's red piss-slit. Although in his late fifties, Bill produced pre-cum freely like a teenager. Colin played with it, made long strings both with tongue and fingers.
Normally this Sunday morning fun would result in heavy sex before breakfast, and Colin would have loved that. But this morning was different. He had invited himself to have breakfast with their mutual friend Bruce. Colin looked forward to meeting Bruce again. He always did, but he was a bit worried too. He guessed Bruce knew pretty well why he was coming. Colin was a sort of voice for Bruce's young Asian lover and `slave'. The slave word was never used, but that was how Bruce treated the young kid from time to time. Bruce could be a bit rough occasionally, as well as being the angel who adored his young Johnny Ð or Johnnyboy as he called him.
Colin decided to take a morning jog before going up to Bruce's house. Bruce had told him that he would have the sauna ready. It was a cold morning outside and Colin looked forward to the new small sauna in Bruce's basement. He looked out of the bedroom window at the view he loved, even if it was only some big trees and the roof of the neighbouring house some distance away. The colour of the sky and the movement in the trees told him about a cold lowland winter morning.
The boy looked sexy in his new very tight compression running gear, a present from Mr Reynard. On top he wore a tight running jacket and the winter cap he had borrowed from Olav, his Norwegian brother' and boyfriend'. Colin tried to smell Olav's scent every time he used it, and this time was no different. The youngster did nothing to hide that his hard-on leaked inside the jock he was wearing. He took a longer and harder run than he had intended. His thoughts were on Bruce.
Colin was the only one, as far as he knew, that had found out about Bruce's secret. The very macho man needed some really hard action on his own body from time to time. Colin had been the one to inflict the punishment and he had promised Bruce not to tell anybody, not even his closest friend Bill.
Colin also knew that when Bruce had been too hard to Johnny, he tried in a way to give back, by ordering Johnny to hit him with different tools. That was almost impossible for the Asian bottom guy and was part of the reason for arguments between them.
The very young looking Colin was able to take heavy punishment on his own body, but he too had trouble giving Bruce what he asked for. However he knew that Bruce would end any spanking session by giving him a really hard fuck. Bruce's cock was nearly as impressive as Bill's, not as long but thicker. When his plum-like cockhead forced its way through Colin's tight sphincter, he felt a short-time pain that for a moment `kills your brain', as Colin once explained to Bill.
When Colin knocked Bruce's door, he was hot and super horny at the thought of the possible hard morning fuck from Bruce.
"Good to see you, Colin baby!" Bruce greeted him and hugged him tight. "I was afraid you wouldn't come in this dirty weather." There was some snow in the air. "I have the sauna ready, and a huge breakfast for you in the oven. You haven't eaten already I hope?" Bruce let Colin inside, before he hugged him again.
Colin found Bruce to be quieter than usual and very unlike the lively man he usually was. Bruce was wearing baggy shorts, and also a baggy t-shirt. It was not how the normally well-dressed, macho man liked to meet visitors.
"Something wrong, mate?" Colin heard Bruce moan when he put his arms around his older friend's upper body.
Bruce answered by pulling off his t-shirt and turning his back to Colin. The boy did not like what he saw. The man's back was heavily marked from a whip or from a solid cane. The red marks covered his back, from his neck down to his waist.
Without thinking Colin pulled down Bruce's shorts. Bruce did not protest. The sight of the man's buttocks and upper thighs was even worse than the back. Both the buttocks and the upper thighs were covered with dark red stripes.
"What the hellÉ? The normally no-swearing Colin could not believe what he saw.
Bruce turned around, and Colin blushed when he saw that his friend, even badly beaten had a growing cock pointing at him. The marks from his back and bum were visible from the sides of the body as well, but no harm was done to his front or, what Colin could see, to his cock or heavy balls.
"The clergyman was very hard with me this time," Bruce sighed. "He had even brought an assistant to beat me up." He showed Colin his swollen and marked wrists. "They put me in the pillory, would you believe it?" Bruce tried his normal grin.
"Clergyman? Father John? Does he know about yourÉ needs?" Colin and Bruce were still standing in the hall.
"He has been working on me from time to time over the years. He is into heavy bondage as you know, and he knows that I sometimes need to be punished. And he is in the punishment business you know, and he loves that part of his job." It was a sarcastic tone from Bruce who was still very close to young Colin. "And this time he had to show off both for the young priest and a visiting monk."
Colin embraced the man he in many ways admired, and tried to be gentle with his back. He found his neck with his warm lips and kissed him. Then he just looked at the man without words, but with tears in his eyes, and kissed his lips. It was a deep and tender kiss, returned in the same way by the man.
"Have you seen a doctor?" Colin was a young man of solutions.
"Are you crazy, baby? What should I tell him? Ran over by a farm rake? Anyway it's not that bad. I have been worse! But come in now for God's sake, don't stand in the draught from the door." Bruce nearly pushed Colin into the sitting room, still shirtless and with his shorts down.
"Why did you need punishment, as you call it, this time?" Colin was very careful as he comforted Bruce's sore back with his small hands. He knew the answer, but wanted Bruce's own version.
"I was a bit too hard with Johnnyboy again. Nothing serious. He was not in the mood to be fucked hard and I was horny as a devil. `The Devil' was in me, as Father John put it." Bruce pulled his shorts off and went over to the sofa. "I went mad and used the small whip on him. He remained hard which showed me he was horny too, but instead of letting me have him, he started to wank in front of me. He said he didn't need my sex. Then he ran off outside. He went to see Bill, who called me later on."
"And after a while he begged Daddy to fuck him hard, and then he played sex games with my old man the whole night." Colin was very direct. "How do you explain that?"
"Not difficult. My loving Johnnyboy wants tenderness and foreplay and all that stuff when I come back after a week out of town, but I am horny as hell and want a quick release. Happens every time. Never like that when I'm working from home." Bruce waved his arms, annoyed with himself.
"Let me take off your wet running gear." Bruce was close to Colin again, and helped him with the jacket and singlet. He looked the boy straight in his eyes when he touched the elastic waistband of the compression tights. The boy nodded and Bruce undressed him slowly.
Just in his sports jock with very visible wet spots, he was a prince in Bruce's eyes. He sniffed all over the young body, and covered him with kisses. When he bent Colin around, spread his arse cheeks and sniffed and kissed his light coloured hole, the boy moaned softly and had to adjust the stiff dick inside his jock.
"Where is Johnny now?" Colin tried to relax a little and turned to face Bruce again.
"He's with his parents, working this weekend. I talked to him yesterday. He'll be home tonight. He's my good boy. I love him, I love him very much." Bruce was very direct now. "But Colin, let me finish cooking your breakfast, and then we'll take some time in the sauna."
"No, Bruce. No, mate. I'll do what I came to do first. Let's go down to your playroom now." He took Bruce by the shoulders and almost forced him downstairs.
Bruce looked puzzled and turned to face Colin who had taken a middle-sized whip from the cabinet. "Do you think I need more, son?" Bruce looked miserable, perhaps even a little annoyed.
Colin looked very serious when he ordered his old friend to lie face down on the high table used for massage, and then put him a dark mask over his eyes. He saw that Bruce seemed to be lying in an uncomfortable position so he asked him to lift his hips. He then spread the man's legs a bit and used his hands to make Bruce's hard cock and balls fully visible.
Bruce waited for the whip, and was far from relaxed. "Bruce, dear friend, do you really think I will whip you this morning? You have learned your lesson, haven't you? But do you think the clergyman should take all the fun from me. No man! So relax now!" Very slowly Colin started to give his older mate a soft massage. He poured oil all over his back and used his hands to rub it in, while he from time to time kissed the man's neck and the inner part of his upper legs without touching his balls and plum-like cockhead.
"Did Father John cane your arse like this?" Colin used a heavier cream for the worst strokes.
"No, Father John was occupied with his young colleague, Father Christian I think his name was. He was to be punished down in the crypt too. Some silly thing about wanking in front of the choirboys. Why punish him for that? Must have been a nice show for those boys. The young man was very well hung."
"I know," Colin said without thinking.
"Father John wanted me to spank the young man in the pillory. But I cannot spank a boy if it isn't part of sex play so I could not lay hands on that young priest. When I refused, Father John took care of his colleague himself, and the monk figure took care of me. He was so hard that Father John stopped him and reminded him that this was not an exorcism." Bruce breathed heavily. Colin saw that he struggled with his huge cock. The towel was wet, not from oil, but from Bruce leaking pre-cum.
"But it was Father John that fucked me. I begged him to do it." Bruce said. "First he fucked me with his candle then with his huge cock. For a top man like me it hurts like hell, but when he saw that I was super hard and dripping, he fucked me until I spunked off, down in that dead men's room.
"The Devil has left you brother," the brown-robed monk said afterwards.
Bruce whined when Colin started using his fingers and nails on his balls and cock. Colin then opened Bruce crack and spat on the hairy arsehole. "Would you like the Devil to return now, Bruce?" Colin asked.
"Yes baby, yes baby, and then I want to fuck you."
"I was afraid you would not be able to do that today," Colin whispered very softly in Bruce's ears.
"I'll be dead before that happens!" The answer was clear.
Colin went to Bruce's cabinet and opened it. What was the most devil-like in there? He chose the fake Kasim cock, identical to the one both Bill and Colin often played with. He went up to the waiting, and very horny Bruce.
"Suck this!" He placed the dildo in front of Bruce who licked and sucked the tool. Then Colin oiled the silicone cock and after that put the top of an oil-bottle into Bruce's arsehole and squirted a large amount inside. He put the head of the 10 inch (25.5 cm) dildo against Bruce's puckered entrance. "Now take the Devil," Colin said. "If I can take it, then you can take it. Open up! Don't be a pussy. That's what you said to me the first time you gave me your cock remember!"
Bruce opened his arse as was told, and Colin pushed the replica cock steadily but directly inside. Bruce was silent.
"Have you fainted?" Colin asked.
"No. Now don't be too tough baby, or I will fuck your brains out afterwards." Bruce lifted his head.
"Is that a promise or a threat?" The young man stripped his jockstrap off, and with one hand on the dildo, he gave the jock to Bruce, who still blindfolded, put the jock in his mouth to suck and sniff Colin's young scent.
"Raise your hips, mate." Colin started to fuck Bruce very slowly with the dildo, while he used his other hand to wank Bruce's 9 inch (23 cm) cock which was so thick that Colin's hand could not fully encircle it. Bruce was making sounds as if he would cum soon on this early Sunday morning in the warm basement room.
Colin suddenly stopped all action on Bruce. He gave some wanks to his own cock and saw that he had dripped a large amount of pre-cum on the floor. Then he lay down on the old leather-sofa and pulled his own legs up to his shoulders. He used four oily fingers to open his own love hole.
"Take off your blindfold, sir. I'm all yours now." Colin had a very sexy voice when he looked at the man he just had fucked with the dildo and given his cock-wet jock as a toy.
Bruce took the signal very quickly and with some fucking movements he pulled the dildo out from his own arse. "You want this cock now," Bruce showed the well-used and well-oiled dildo to the waiting boy.
"No sir, please sir, give me your own cock, sir. I dreamt about it last night and I came inside my pants when I ran through the streets just now, thinking of you fucking me." Colin opened his hairless arse with his fingers and presented it to Bruce.
"So that's why your jock was tasting of spunk then! Give me your boy-pussy and I will let you taste my weapon."
"The fuck that followed was a real Bruce-fuck," Colin told Bill afterwards. Fast and hard and hot, and because Colin had already spunked that morning just outside Bruce's doorstep, he managed to stay hard without cumming until after Bruce had finished off deep inside his love hole.
Colin stood over the now kneeling Bruce and sent his eight or nine volleys of spunk onto the man's face and into his mouth. "This must better than sucking spunk from my dirty jock." Colin grinned and then snowballed his friend and protector.
Colin jogged home in Johnny's much too big training suit. His daddy waited with a second breakfast. Colin could still manage more food after the heavy morning `job' and the nice sauna in Bruce's arms.
"How was Bruce today?" Bill asked.
"Nice and horny as always," was Colin's short answer. "He is waiting for Johnny who is coming back to him tonight. He said they loved each other more than ever." Colin kept his promise. "Bruce needs his macho facade," Colin thought.
"Olav called you on Skype," Bill said. "Twice. He will call back after lunch." Colin blushed. He had forgotten about the appointment with his Norwegian friend this morning.
Colin was eagerly waiting for the call from Norway, and Bill was restless too. He hadn't told Colin that he had had a long chat with Olav while Colin was at Bruce's house. Bill thought about the fuck he didn't have with Colin that morning, and he thought about Olav who had reminded him about the first time the two were in bed together, and even talked very freely about their time together in the mountain lodge over Christmas.
Colin felt Bill's excitement when he came back from Bruce, but did not question what had caused it. When his dad went for a walk alone after lunch in the heaviest winter weather you could think of, Colin was a bit confused.
When Bill arrived back from his walk he heard Colin talk upstairs. The door to his room was partly open. Bill did not want to spy. That was not a habit in their house, and there were no secrets around. But he sensed that it was not a normal chat. In fact, it sounded as if someone was having sex up there. Bill went really curious now. He had arranged with the masseur to look into the house during the weekend, and he even knew that Qi would visit one day before the family set off for Sri Lanka on their winter vacation. Or could it be Johnny who stopped off on his way home to hear about Colin's morning visit?
Bill gave himself an excuse of a visit to the upstairs bathroom, even if he could have used the toilet in the hall. He caught a glimpse of the naked Colin lying on his bed with a huge pillow behind him, playing with his cock. "Strange," Bill thought. "If he is really horny again after the morning fuck from Bruce, he doesn't have to jack off. He knows I would have given him all he wanted." Bill took a grip of his stiffening cock. The sight of his young Colin was enough for the horny man.
"Yes, Bro. Put your finger inside your hole. I want to see you finger-fuck yourself." Colin was speaking with a husky voice. Now Bill understood. He was witnessing a young fuck through modern technology.
"If Colin doesn't want me to know about this, why isn't the door closed?" Bill wondered. He went into the bathroom and changed from outdoor gear into shorts and t-shirt. Then, feeling a bit uncertain, he entered Colin's room barefoot. Colin was wanking, not a heavy wank, just sort of playing with his cock and balls. But Bill saw that his kid was rock hard and very excited.
"Room for a threesome?" Bill whispered to Colin. Even if the boy was far from shy the situation now felt a bit strange. As a reflex he covered his stiff dick with one hand.
"Daddy is back, Olav. He wants to play with us. How about that? Cool ehÉ?" Colin talked to Olav. The picture of him was seen on Colin's iPad just below Colin's feet. Bill smiled when he saw the young Norwegian cover his cock exact the same way Colin had done. He too was lying, or rather sitting, naked on his bed.
"Yeah, really cool," was the `intelligent' remark from the Norwegian lad. But the grin he presented was a very good answer. Bill climbed onto the bed and sat down behind Colin putting his arms around the naked kid. "Nice that you are back, Bill. Colin couldn't find you when I called. Maybe I called a bit too early, I always forget about the time difference. And I was soÉ"
"Horny," Colin supplied, "so he couldn't wait."
"You carry on with what you were doing when I interrupted," Bill said. "I heard something about finger-fucking." Bill really wanted to see beautiful Olav finger-fuck himself in front of them.
"But this is unfair," Olav said with a smile. "We are naked and you are still fully dressed." The young Norwegian was very free speaking. He was very close to Bill after their visits and after their Christmas spent together. And above all, Bill was the man who fucked the young boy for real for the first time.
Colin turned around and pulled the t-shirt off his daddy. The shorts came off next, and Bill had done like Colin often did, stayed commando indoor. "A strange habit for an international underwear model," Bill had teased him once.
"Better be my secret," had been Colin's answer, "but I'm a true Scotsman you know when I wear the kilt."
Olav shouted out when he got the glimpse of Bill's 9.5 inch (24 cm) hard mancock on his screen in Bergen. It was easier for him to see Bill's cock than it was for Colin, but on the other hand Colin soon felt Bill's boner up close to his arsecrack.
"Go on, show us your bum bro, and use your fingers again." Colin was really enjoying the situation. The young man hoped to get his dad to fuck him while Olav was a horny viewer on the other side of the North Sea.
Olav showed off his butt by holding his ankles close to his head. Bill could see that the teenager's arsehole open and close. The young man knew how to use his arse muscles even if he was still relatively innocent in real man-fucking. By using the end of his bed, Olav managed to free one hand. Eagerly he licked his fingers, and spat on them before he put two fingers quite quickly into his arsehole, deep into his arsehole.
"One finger more, Bro," Colin's voice was encouraging Olav. However Bill was working Colin's nipples so hard that he had trouble speaking.
"Catch your dirty juices, Colin. Looks as if you are pissing," Olav said with a grin.
"I'll get it," Bill said, going on with the nails on Colin's nipples while collecting the pre-cum from the dripping cock with one hand. With his fingers he shared the liquid between Colin's mouth and his own.
"I want you to fuck me again Bill, very much." Olav looked direct into the camera as he spoke. "I dream of your huge cock day and night, and I dream of how you took my virginity in Scotland."
"Why don't you let your uncle help you with that? He is as hot as me you know. Thor could fuck you senseless; he's a stallion." Bill was playing with Colin's balls and cockhead while licking his neck. He did what he could to show off Colin's swollen cockhead for the camera by tugging the foreskin of the boy almost to the level where it caused pain.
"Thor went back to Glasgow yesterday. Guess he will fuck you tomorrow, Colin!" Olav was teasing, "But he will not fuck me, you know. He's an old fashioned teacher, saves his cock for his favourite student." Colin blushed but stayed even closer to his Dad.
"But he made me cum day and night after he came back from York; a real Viking now. My body is sore after his ropes and heavy action. But I have plenty of juice left for you." Olav wanked himself again.
"You know this, Colin?" Olav displayed a huge cock-like dildo in front of the camera. "Uncle gave this to me yesterday."
"What the hell?" The non-swearing Bill was shouting.
"Uncle told me that he had made three replicas from the plaster cock you two made when you visited him in Glasgow." Olav licked the end of the dildo. "He is going to send me a copy of your cock as well Bro, but it was late in delivery," Olav added.
"Not much to copy." Colin took a solid grip around his small, but very stiff cock.
"Well, he promised me one for cold winter nights. I will smell it and lick it and suck it and soak it with my own spunk," the young Norwegian lad said. He was very horny and very free-speaking now. Both Bill and Colin could follow that even if the Skype picture and sound wasn't the best.
"I haven't tried it for real yet Bill, just licked it. I hope you will guide me as though it's the real cock that fucks me." Olav smiled his most begging smile.
"Stop, you two! You are driving me crazy here. You forget about me eh?" Colin pretended to pout. "I want your cock inside me now, Daddy." Colin pulled Bill's head close.
"Okay, sweethearts. Your old Daddy will try to keep you both happy. You grease up your arse and the rubber-cock, Olav, while I grease up your brother here and make him ready for the real weapon." Bill forced Colin forward and applied lubricating jelly both outside and inside Colin's arsehole. Colin had placed a tube ready by the side of the bed.
"Bruce must have done a great job with you this morning, love. You still have some of his spunk here." Bill finger-fucked him with three fingers. Colin looked at Olav in the camera and moaned. Bill gave his own cock a solid coating of lube, then placed his cockhead just outside his boy's entrance. "You ready Olav?" Bill saw that Olav again had pulled his legs back and placed the dildo's cockhead just outside his arsehole.
"Now Colin, take it easy. We follow Olav's rhythm now. It's almost like he is taking his cherry again, remember. You can have your fast and rough entrance later you know." For the first time Bill acted as a fuck instructor. It was so hot, he told Colin afterwards, that he was about to cum before he penetrated him.
"Okay, guys, let's get the cocks inside the ring. That's the real job, and that's what gives you pain when your arse still acts as if you were a virgin." Bill saw that Olav clamped tighter instead of opening up. Colin saw his bro's tears.
"It's a bit kinky when you sit like that and can't see properly. Open up, son." Bill felt that Colin sucked his cockhead into his arse with his own arse muscles, but Olav did not push hard enough.
"Pretend you have to do a really big shit." Colin did not avoid the dirty words and Bill put a hand over his mouth. But it worked. With a howl from Olav, the head of the rubber cock passed the boy's tight sphincter.
"Now push very slowly. Take it easy, maybe even ease back a fraction. Try to feel pleasure." Bill saw that Olav was about to lose his erection. "Rest a little love, a rubber cock is more difficult to take than a real cock."
"But I want it now, I want a hard fuck, I want you all inside me, I want your cock to nearly split me, I want toÉoh my GOD!" Olav pushed the 9.5 inch (24 cm) dildo all the way to the bottom. At the same time Colin forced Bill's real cock all inside him and as a support to his loving Olav he screamed too, but more with lust and joy than pain. But when Bill used his nails on his nipples and bit one earlobe, his scream was real too.
"Pull the cock half way out, and then back again." Bill had problems talking to Olav while Colin's arse muscles were working on his cock. Then find your own rhythm, darling. Don't push!"
Bill tried to be very passive and let the boys do the job. He saw that Olav started to give himself longer strokes. He pulled the rubber-cock out and forced it back. He closed his eyes. "Yes Daddy, Yes Daddy, yesÉ" Olav suddenly called Bill 'Daddy'. Colin found this very sweet and started a really rough ride on Bill's stallion-like cock. Bill saw that Olav was hard as iron again, almost pumping out pre-cum.
"Wish I could lick your cock, Bro," Colin cried. He was very close to orgasm now, and slowed down a little.
Olav felt he was falling behind on his side but he went on with his hard fuck. Every time he bottomed, he cried out a high "Yes!"
Then he pushed the rubber-cock inside like a spear. "I am cumming, Daddy! I am cumming!" He sat down on the bed riding the dildo while with one hand he tried to collect the spunk that was streaming like white water from his piss-slit. He started to feed himself.
"Take my load, Bro. Here it comesÉI thinkÉI thinkÉ" Colin's eyes were wide open watching Olav and he breathed heavily trying to hold back for a bigger eruption. Then Bill give him another heavy jerk and he cried his usual, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and sent his white creamy spunk all over the bed, the iPad and his collecting hands.
Bill pushed Colin into doggy position and got up on his knees. Colin's face was very close to the camera when he fed himself with his own cream. He saw that Olav was again riding the dildo with his cock still very stiff. With a very open mouth and a playful tongue he was virtually licking Colin's face.
Bill was close to heaven too. He pulled out his cock from Colin's arse, and managed to come close to his son's face in front of the camera. "Take my load, kids!" he cried and gave his cock some jerks before he sent a huge amount of cum all over Colin's face and open mouth.
"I'm cumming, cumming, cummingÉ." Olav was ecstatic. He had given himself a multi-orgasm again with the help of Bill's rubber-cock dildo, and the hot company from the other side of the sea. His cock pulsed and his transparent cum was pumping out of his tiny cock.
Nobody said a word, just heavy breathing was heard. "Did you push the record button Bro?" Colin suddenly asked.
"Yeah, I didÉ I did. Will be the show of the year, eh?" Olav very careful pulled Bill's cock replica from his arse.
"Thanks for letting me share your love transmission." Bill took his clothes and was about to leave. "Wished I could have carried you both to the bathroom. Take care, Olav. You are hot stuff." Bill winked at Colin who grinned back.
"Will you tie me up and fuck me again tonight, Daddy? I need a really hard one before I leave for Uni tomorrow morning. Will be two weeks until I'm back home, remember." Colin met his dad on his way to the shower.
"Maybe we'll manage a Skype fuck or two?" Bill was the one to grin now.
"Yes or maybe I'll beg the professor to fuck me with your dildo. I guess he has kept one for his own use," Colin saw that Bill blushed, something he rarely did.
Colin waved to Boyd when he passed the gate at his university. The guard opened the door and used his hand to signal Colin inside the office. "Happy to see you back in business," Colin said with a huge smile. "Where is Doug?" Colin was used to seeing the two Highland brothers together.
"Doug had to take Uncle George to hospital," Boyd told a suddenly very serious-looking Colin. The elderly Uncle George was one of his real favourites. "Nothing to worry about, kid. Just a yearly medical check-up," Boyd went on. "He asked me to say that he hoped you would visit him soon."
"I have my own car now." Young Colin was smiling beside the tall Highlander. Maybe I could invite Daddy to take a trip with me one weekend. It would be great to see Uncle George again."
"Hope your car is prepared for winter-roads then, Colin. Quite tough roads up there you know," Boyd said. He would like to travel with the youngster himself.
"We'll see," Colin smiled. "Next weekend I have to take a trip to Amsterdam."
"You really a travel at lot, young man. You were in Norway for Christmas, and you told about a trip to London as well. The village in the Highlands will be too small for you!" He had a serious look on his face.
Colin put his arms around the man's neck and kissed him. "I love the Highlands. Tell Uncle I'm coming to see him soon." He remained very near Boyd, so near that his hand touched the growing bulge at the front of Boyd's uniform trousers.
"Both Doug and I will be here tomorrow night. Maybe you can say hello if you pass by." The man winked at the blushing youngster. The Norwegian guest professor's flat was just up the street beyond the gate. Boyd knew that the young student often had serious business, even at late hours, behind that door.
"I guess that was an invitation," Colin thought as he hurried to the campus. He was already a bit late for the morning lecture this Monday, a double lecture with his favourite professor.
"Hey Roland, nice to see you back in action! Okay if I sit down with you chaps?" Colin looked at the young beauty and his two friends sitting in the sun by the wall outside the student cafeteria. He was hungry as a wolf this lunchtime. The breakfast this morning had gone in a hurry. He never had wanted to leave Bill's arms after their morning love session.
"Sit down. Nice to see you too. A little bird told me that you went up towards the Arctic this Christmas. Fucked by a snowman, yes?" The young men grinned. Roland was one of the first students Colin met at the Uni last autumn, and both he and his sister Margaret had become good friends.
"Long time since you almost fucked me in the ruined garden." Roland gently thumped Colin's shoulder while giving his two mates an open smile. They knew quite well the close relationship between Roland and Colin, and had even been with them at the local gay club a couple of times.
"I never did. It was you that couldn't get enough of my candy stick," Colin said as he took a solid grip around Roland's balls before he started on his double burger. The two friends at the other side of the table giggled like girls, but even though they were very different from himself, Colin was very happy for Roland and his effeminate friends. He would stand up for their rights in any situation if necessary.
"I didn't see Maggie at the lecture this morning." Colin was into a huge mug of hot tea in the winter sun.
"She's at home with a stinking cold," Roland said. "She told me to give you a kiss if I saw you." Roland went close to Colin and gave him a smack on the cheek. The other two giggled again.
"Really a pity she wasn't at the lectures today. The professor went outside his fixed programme for the day as he often does." Colin talked about his Thor with pride. "The theme was Old Norse legal texts from `King Magnus the Lawmaker,' written about 1270 but a law that was followed for nearly 400 years, and the connection with written English law texts." Colin was lecturing now, and the three listeners looked at him with open mouths. Not a normal theme for a lunch chat, but Colin went on. This was one of his favourite topics.
"But the professor lost the thread after some questions and ended up with telling us about the wedding of Magnus' son and the Scottish Princess Margareta; quite an orgy occurred according to rumours. The Norwegians lost much of their land around here to Scotland, even lost the Isle of Man." Colin had to stop for a moment to take a drink, even if the young professor, as his daddy called him from time to time, had much more to say.
"But more interesting gossip says that you are dating the professor's son," Roland said to tease the suddenly very silent and blushing student.
"Not his sonÉ.!" Colin could have bitten his own tongue off. But he knew that fellow students had talked about him and Olav in the Orkneys. "Aye, I have fucked him from time to time. He has a hot arse." Colin ended the lunch chat with a very direct comment.
"We must leave for the first Latin lesson." Roland signalled to his friends to stand up. "But I have to pee first. Will you be there too, Colin?"
"That's right. I'm going to that lecture as well, but I have to piss too." The pair hurried downstairs to the students' toilet. When down in the basement Colin was happy that the open area was empty. He took Roland's arm and together they hurried into a cubicle.
Colin forced Roland down on his knees. He was the dominant guy now, and Roland knew what was coming. He pulled Colin's blue jeans down and found him commando. Colin pushed his stiff cock into Roland's waiting mouth. Happily for Roland, Colin was able to piss with a hard-on, and the golden stream was not too fierce. Roland managed to swallow every drop without spilling.
When Colin finished he took Roland's head and pressed it against his hairless stomach. With tears in his eyes the submissive guy tried to pleasure his normally bottom friend.
"We have no time now, Colin," Roland sobbed. "Can't you please visit me after supper? The other boys will come too." Colin let his friend rise and gave him his lips in a deep and tender kiss. With his tongue he tasted his own juice.
"Piss now Roland or you will wet your pants." Colin opened his friend's tight trousers and pulled down his white lace panties.
Colin would have loved to handle Roland's 7 inch (18 cm) rock hard dripping cock, and even taken his big helm of a cockhead in his mouth, but he understood that Roland had to help himself now. Colin just kissed the stiff cock pointing out above the hard hairless balls, fastened his jeans, and ran for his lecture.
A few minutes later a red-faced Roland apologised for being late and sat down beside Colin for his first Latin lesson.
The first day of the week had been adventurous. Four good lectures, some time in the library, and happy meetings with Boyd and Roland. Colin was nearly exhausted when he walked back to campus.
"Monday afternoon. It would be great to have some time in the pool," Colin thought. "I have my key to the locker and there is still time before supper." Colin hurried over to the indoor pool. "Hope Mr Wilkie is back from holiday," Colin thought. He hadn't seen the swim instructor last week, and looked forward to get his good guidance.
Colin changed to swimwear in a hurry. The locker-room was very crowded. The local water polo team had just ended their exercise. Colin must admit that the well-built guys in small speedos made him look twice. And when teasing and joking naked in and out of the common shower area, there were a lot to look at. In high school Colin had worked out a technique to stay flaccid or no more than semi-hard when he was around a lot of naked youngsters. Now he didn't care. "If anybody wants to look at my little hard one, let them. I don't mind," the young exhibitionist said more than once.
"Hey Colin. Back at work?" Mr Wilkie put a hand on Colin's naked shoulder. "Nice to see that you are keen about staying in shape." The man in his mid-forties, dressed in white shorts and singlet, let his hand follow Colin's spine all the way down to his small swimwear. He couldn't stop himself giving Colin's perfect bubble butt a very light touch outside the speedo. The big hand made the youngster shiver, and his cock was growing inside the tight gear. Colin felt that Mr Wilkie's eyes were checking out his reaction. He looked very carefully at the guys in the crowded room and when he turned around he, as if by accident, let Colin's hand feel the iron he kept inside his baggy shorts.
"Will you help me to put up the floats to mark some lines, please?" The instructor went ahead of Colin into the pool area. "We need the red rope. Please fetch it from the downstairs storeroom for me." Colin went down to the combined storeroom and office and looked around without finding the red rope.
Almost silently, Mr Wilkie, or Dave, crept up behind the boy and put his big arms around him. The man smelled of soap and manly scent. He put his hands on Colin's nipples and kissed him tenderly on his neck, then he undressed the boy from behind and freed him from his tiny swimwear. Without a word, but with heavy breathing, he squeezed Colin's super hard dick and tiny balls and started to wank him.
"I could not wait Colin, dear. You make me crazy. You are sexier than ever. Your body is just perfect." Dave turned Colin around.
"You want me to suck you, sir? I would love to do it." Colin had his little hand tight around the instructor's erection. Through the thin fabric Colin could both see and feel Dave tenting. The hairy and well-hung man displayed his 9 inch (23 cm) cock with a huge helmet that nearly was begging for relief.
"We don't have much time, love. I guess the other lads are waiting to get started in the pool. But just give me a little, Colin. Let me feel your warm mouth around my cock again. It's been a long time since we were down here together." Dave pulled his shorts down. Without a jockstrap his cock stood out like a spear, and Colin took the purple-red cockhead helmet into his mouth and started to suck him. Dave moaned out loud without thinking of the open door.
Dave heard voices near the stairs and was afraid that somebody might come down and find them having sex. However he could not end the blowjob. He took hold of Colin's head and nearly forced his cock into the gagging youngster. Colin bent a little and managed to take the cock down in his throat. He gagged again, but the muscles and the tongue were almost too much for the hairy man. He didn't want to gag Colin completely - he knew that this was one of Colin's reservations - so he pulled back a bit.
"I'm going to cum but you can take it, kid. Take it and swallow it all." Dave filled Colin's mouth with a huge load, so much and so fast that some spunk ran down from the lad's mouth and made white streams down Colin's upper body.
Dave heard somebody coming downstairs. In a hurry he managed to pull up his shorts, and then he rushed off, closing the door behind him.
Colin felt stupid and dissatisfied sitting on his knees naked with the man cream around his mouth and down his chest. He was still as horny as hell and not in the mood to just walk away. He went to the old leather sofa, lay down, closed his eyes and started a slow wank.
"Wish you were here, Olav. Come and fuck me, Bro. I need you, I need you so much," he whispered. With his eyes still closed, he could hear the door open. "I don't give a fuck," he thought. "If people don't knock the door they have to take the sight they get when inside."
Colin heard the door being locked. He looked up and saw that Dave was back. "I'm sorry love. I didn't mean to let you down. I know I made you horny and then left. Here, let meÉ" The grown-up fell on his knees beside the sofa and took Colin's cock and balls into his mouth. With one hand he reached for Colin's nipples and found them already erect. Dave loved the sight of this youngster, who looked as if he was in heaven already. Colin spread his legs and gave the man access to his arse. Dave found his hole and pushed two big fingers into the warm waiting entrance. Colin groaned, and he groaned again when Dave began finger-fucking him.
Dave concentrated on Colin's tiny glans with his tight lips. At the same time he squeezed his nipples. When he then managed to find the boy's love spot inside his arse and just softly pressed it, and pressed it again, then the youngster's whole body trembled.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! You make me crazy!" Colin erupted into Dave's mouth, hard and violently. Dave changed position to get some of the spunk on his lips and around his mouth. He kept it there while Colin was finishing. Even after the stream ended Colin's body contracted again and again. Colin looked to be far away, still with his eyes closed. Dave slapped the boy's face very lightly. The boy opened his eyes and smiled. Dave gave him his mouth and in a combination of a deep kiss and the feeding of his own spunk the two ended the session in the pool basement.
"You were far away just now, Colin. You made me nearly afraid, boy." Dave licked the rest of the spunk from Colin's face.
"I was in the land of ice and snow, Dave. All blue, all blueÉ." Colin closed his eyes again.
"Five minutes and I want to see you in the water!" Dave took him back to reality by pinching the lad's balls until his mouth formed a silent scream and his eyes were filled with tears.
Colin was back in his campus room. Nobody was there, but there was the usual mess. Kenny's training gear was lying on the floor, along with some dirty underwear and socks. But Colin felt very much at home. He had seen the room very briefly this morning, but hadn't thought about it during day. The two beds were put together. Colin's bed was moved close to Kenny's. "Who has been sleeping here?" Colin asked himself.
Colin lay down on his own bed. No strange smell around. No perfume. Just the scent from Kenny, the scent Colin loved, always the same shower gel, the same shampoo, all combined with the sweet, slightly sweaty smell of a young man who did a lot of exercise. Colin buried his face into Kenny's pillow. "I hoped you would be here. I hoped you would be waiting for me." Colin sighed.
"Stop being a wimp," Colin told himself when he started to clean both his own and Kenny's parts of the room. He did not pull his bed back. It was warm this late evening so Colin undressed and just put on a baggy shorts. "It's been a great day," he thought as he recalled what had happened.
"Four invitations," he wrote in a text message to Olav in Bergen. First the Highland guys, then Roland and his friends, and then Dave - Mr Wilkie - who had invited him for an evening meal in his flat. And above all, even though they had an agreement not to have any private contact during lectures, Thor - the professor - had placed a hand on his shoulder during break and invited him to his flat the next evening.
But still he felt lonely. He waited for the room-mate that called himself straight and who talked about girls all the time, but who fucked him senseless with his supercock as often as he could. He waited for the boy that had no reservations; the lad who looked upon Colin as his "Kiddo," and who adored him and put him on a pedestal.
Colin lay down in Kenny's bed and pulled off his shorts. Then he grabbed Kenny's dirty jock and sniffed both the yellow and the white dry spots. With his tongue and his lips he tried to find his room-mate's secrets. With one hand around his own stiff and dripping cock, and with the other making a cock-like lollypop of the dirty jock, he fell asleep.
To be continued