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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), his older lover and other men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 53
"I have some cans of beer in my fridge, Bill. You want another before we split up?" Kenny put an arm around Bill again. The lift brought them to the eight floor of the hotel in Manchester city centre.
"I would like another beer, very much. I just have to see if Colin is in our room first." Bill went three doors down the corridor. He heard some soft music from the room and, strangely, he noticed a very strong light in the crack below the door. He didn't go inside.
"I think the young man is tanning for the show tomorrow. I hope he's not burning his soft skin," the worried lover and Daddy said when he was back inside Kenny's room. He had a bit of a guilty conscience for staying with his son's buddy instead of taking an early night with him. But the son had given his dad a free-night' and told him very explicitly to show his university roommate the dirtier' part of Manchester.
Kenny's hotel room was very similar to what Bill had seen in the campus. There were clothes, underwear, bottles, crisp packets everywhereÉ and the smell of a horny young man and his special perfume. Coming into the room after the hot time in the gay bar and backroom, made Bill's huge cock grow without reservation. He did nothing to cover up. Kenny was shirtless and barefoot kneeling in front of the hotel room fridge. This young stallion's neck, his broad shoulders and the straight back, ended in the visual sign of the round butt. What he saw made Bill forget his normal caution.
Kenny turned around and saw that Bill was undressing. He showed off his well-built and lightly-haired torso, and received the can of beer from the beauty in front of him, a beauty with the arms of a real sportsman and pecs like a bodybuilder. Bill's eyes gazed at the erect nipples with the dark brown areolas and then the trimmed dark armpit hair. And down below a hard stomach with a thin trail of hair ending just above the low belt and the heavy tenting inside the denims. "My God," Bill thought," I understand why my little prince adores this beauty."
"Why didn't you fuck me in the bar?" Kenny was direct as usual.
"I did not want to fuck you bound up, and I wasn't sure what you would feel about being fucked in public." Bill heard himself making excuses.
"But I waited for your cock all the time, sir." Kenny went closer to Bill. "I have waited for your cock ever since you fucked me in the swing at your home in Scotland."
"Sorry, buddy. I have some hot memories of that night, but it didn't seem right to fuck you there." Bill sat down at the end of bed. "Strip now, quickly. Let's waste no more time talking." He took his belt off while looking at Kenny who had some trouble getting his tight denims over both a round butt and a super erection. Bill folded his belt and Kenny thought he was going to hit him again.
"Please, sir. No more spanking today. I'm not like Kiddo you know," Kenny begged for real.
"Okay, let me see your butt." Kenny turned around and showed off a butt with very clear red stripes. "Nice." Bill tried to act dominant, but was not sure about the situation. He spat in his hands and moistened the red skin. "Bend over son, all the way," Bill pushed Kenny forward. "Spread your legs." Bill licked his fingers and put two of them straight into the youngster's arse hole. "Colin is not here to open you tonight, so I'll have to do it my way." Bill soon had three fingers into Kenny's arsehole while he wanked the lad's 10 inch (26 cm) erection hard and without mercy.
"Undress me," Bill commanded, "and suck my cock. Do it now!" Bill helped Kenny to get rid of his clothes. He stood up in front of the youngster and pushed his cock into his mouth. Kenny took it, but his eyes showed something like fear when Bill's supercock hit the back of his mouth. He gagged time and again. Spit and slime ran from his mouth. Bill wanted to test him, but he gave him a careful throat fuck. Kenny answered with a sort of resignation but swallowed the cockhead. At the same time he jerked his own huge cock as if he was about to cum already.
Bill withdrew and pulled the youngster to his feet. Kenny was a head higher than himself. He kissed him with lust and passion, and Kenny answered in the same way. With a much milder voice Bill went on: "I wanted to test you, son. You are ready for my cock again. You really want it, don't you?" Kenny just nodded and wiped his eyes.
"Please lie down, Kenny. Put your legs on my shoulders and I will mount you very, very slowly. But I want to see your face, and please tell me to stop if I am too hard with you. Remember that the second time can be worse than the first one." Bill was happy that he had brought some KY jelly with him and started to grease up both the finger-fucked opening and his own cock.
"Open now, boy. Don't be shy, give me room!" Bill placed his huge cock at the entrance. Kenny remembered the lesson from Colin and pushed back while he opened up. Bill's cockhead was inside. Kenny gritted his teeth, but made no sound. Bill gave him an inch (2 to 2.5 cm) at a time, while he used one hand to check that the youngster stayed hard.
Without a moan, and with his eyes locked, Kenny took Bill's thick 9.5 inch (24 cm) cock all the way until Bill's huge, hairy balls hit his crack. "Please, please, sir. I have to breathe." Kenny grinned. He had held his breath while Bill penetrated him.
Bill gave him a minute, before he started to fuck him with long, but soft strokes. He increased the pace, and then started to fuck him hard. Kenny moaned now every time Bill bottomed him. Bill was really horny after the long evening, and it was a strange feeling to have this huge and tight body clinging him. For some minutes he was uncertain as to who was fucking who.
"I want you to be my small kid," Bill suddenly said. "I want you to act like a little boy. I want you to ride me, I want you to whine, I want you to forget yourself. I want you to act as if you were my baby. I want you pretend you just have a little prick. I want you not to touch your dick. I want you to suck your fingers. I just want to make love to you, soft and easy. And after you cum again, I want to take you to the bathroom and wash you and let you pee. You will do that for me, baby?" Bill was uncertain if he embarrassed the straight young man by suggesting a small roleplay.
Bill turned around and lay down on his back with his huge spear pointing upwards. Kenny smiled with his eyes and kissed Bill very gently. "You are thinking of the young kid you found in the bus shelter years ago, aren't you Bill? I'm not him but he wanted me to be good to you, to make love to you, he said. He had a bad conscience because he knew the Italian would screw him tonight, you know." Kenny's voice was mild. Bill just put a finger over his lips. He wanted action, no more talk.
Kenny did exactly what Bill wanted. He spread his arse cheeks and let Bill fill him with his huge pole. He whined and cried, whimpered and moaned. Even when his cock started to pump his load again, he went on. With his white cream all over Bill's hairy body, Kenny went on, still stiff, still riding and working, and when Bill sent his huge load inside him with great force, he started to leak again. No pumping this time, but a clear sticky liquid was dripping down his pole.
Bill did what he had promised. He followed the young man to the bathroom and let him piss, before he washed every part of him. Then he creamed him with body-lotion, dried him in towels, and put him to bed. Bill hugged the huge youngster, bid him goodnight and kissed his forehead very softly. Kenny had been silent for the last twenty minutes. Now he slept like a baby.
Dressed only in a towel Bill hurried three rooms up the corridor and hoped the door to his and Colin's room was open.
[Some time earlier]
"You said you wished you had a camera." The kneeling Colin looked up at Sergio. The boy had been almost drowned by the Italian's yellow fluid. His hair, his face and his body were wet. Even his open mouth had received some warm piss. "I wish you could take some very dirty pictures of me. My Norwegian brother Olav wants some new photos and I'm fed up with all the pictures showing me as a cute little boy. I don't feel like that now, but I feel very comfortable here in front of you. You want my piss now, Sergio?"
"Wait a little, bambino. Let's go upstairs. I'll find my camera and some extra light. I'll take all the dirty pictures you want. But all private, just for us. No net okay?" Sergio kissed the piss-wet boy, soaped him well, and put him under the shower. He smiled when he saw that Colin's cock was stiff again. "Bellissimo piccolo," he sighed.
"Come to my room now. Daddy is showing Kenny around tonight," Colin said.
"But what if your Daddy comes back while we .. work..?" Sergio was suddenly unsure.
"Then we ask him to.. work É with us, okay?" Colin grinned and almost hoped Bill would be back while Sergio shot the pictures of him.
Sergio brought more equipment from his room than Colin would have believed. He even brought a bottle of Italian red wine. "You find some glasses, son. I'm horny and I need a drink." Sergio adjusted his stiff dick inside the white, quite wide, shorts - his only piece of clothing. Colin thought the well-tanned Italian man, very boyish-looking for someone in his late forties, looked like a Latino movie-star.
"Just very little wine for me," Colin said. "I'm playing a kid on this tour remember, a sweet innocent kid. Very far from the truth, eh?" He just sipped the glass while Sergio made arrangements for taking the photos.
"You are both sweet and innocent, but we make you dirty now, okay? We start in the bed. You have some sexy underwear? We keep your own logo out of this I think, too cute." Sergio smiled now.
"What colour do you want?" Colin grabbed his bag.
"Red, for you, piccolo diavolo." Sergio lit up the room.
"Shiny or see-through?" Colin was teasing the man. His now naked body was looking very hot, and he played with the thongs letting them trail over his stiff little prick.
"Let's start with the red shiny thong, the tiny one." Sergio was already shooting pictures while Colin dressed. Colin did not need instruction. He knew perfectly well what the man wanted. He lay down like a cat, on his knees and elbows, put his butt in the air and spread his legs. He looked at Sergio from the side and grasped tightly onto the sheets with his fingernails. The red thin string was tight into his hairless arse crack like it was playing with the boy's light brown rosebud. Sergio shot close-ups, and he shot the view of the balls and the little stiffy inside the sexy gear.
Colin stayed open, then he used one hand and to pull the string aside. He put a wet finger into his arse-hole and spread his legs even more. Sergio was displaying a wet spot in his tenting white shorts. Colin changed to two fingers, then he closed his eyes and put three fingers into his now open love-hole. The photographer managed to shoot Colin's closed eyes and open mouth too, a boy that finger-fucked his arse in front of the camera.
"Let's change to the see-through thong, bambino, but lick the other underwear first and make it look like you are wanking. Please don't move. I want a very clear close-up of your cock. Pull your foreskin all the way back, and let me get a shot of the dripping pre-cum as well." Sergio had his camera very near the clear drop coming from Colin's red piss-slit. "It looks like a dewdrop," Sergio sighed.
"Don't be melancholic, amico. Let us make this even more dirty." Colin put on the new underwear, which was more like a sports jock than underwear. He lay down on his side, pulled one leg up in the air, holding tight behind the knee.
"Please give me the biggest banana over there, Sergio." Colin looked at a dish of fruit. "You will find KY jelly nearby. I know the skin can be quite rough when dry, or maybe you want me to pull off the skin?" Colin licked the banana with his spit dripping, then gave it back to the photographer who greased it before he pushed half directly it into Colin's arse opening.
"Hold it, baby. Don't move. Hold it." He shot his pictures of the boy fucking himself with the yellow cock-like fruit.
Colin had more ideas. He took half of the banana skin off, and licked the white fruit. Then he lifted both legs, and pushed the now naked fruit slowly into his greased arse. The tanned buttocks, the red jock, and the white banana, and then the light brown arse-hole made a photo as dirty as anything the Italian photographer had seen before.
"Eat it, Sergio. I want you to eat it out of me. Can you get pictures?" Colin was hot and dirty.
"No problem," Sergio adjusted the camera on the stand. He kneeled behind Colin's opening and started to suck and eat the natural dildo until the arse opening was empty.
"Give me your cock now Sergio, while I'm wet," Colin stripped off his jock and was fully naked. Sergio had waited for this and pulled down his shorts. The contrast between the lightly-tanned Colin and the dark brown cock of Sergio was something for a picture, but Sergio needed to really fuck Colin for some seconds before the pictures could be taken. His long stiff cock had no problems entering Colin's arse. He bottomed him without problems. Colin didn't say anything, but he told Bill later on that, "The banana made me hornier than ever for Sergio's teenage-like cock."
But this was no porn video and Sergio just fucked Colin in all possible positions. The most sexy picture when they looked at them afterwards was a close-up taken after had Sergio spat on Colin's arse and let it run down his crack.
"I need more action if I'm going to make more pre-cum." Colin looked around. "There are some hangers in the wardrobe. See if you can take off the clips, Sergio. Heavy metal, eh?"
"Si amico, but very hard, very hard." Sergio had loosened four clips.
"Put them on my nipples." Colin lay down and pulled his tits. He howled when Sergio put the metal clips on. Sergio shot both the scream and the tears and the sudden loss colour from his face. Colin went on and flicked the clips, while at the same time he wanked his cock with only two fingers to allow good pictures.
"I have to piss," Colin said. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Try to wait, bambino. I'll take another few pictures here in bed first. Do you think you can manage to take the clips on your ball-skin?" Sergio spread Colin's legs at the end of the bed to provide a good view for the camera. He tugged Colin's ball-sack down and placed a clip on each side. The pre-cum was dripping from the boy's cock; he was about to spunk off now.
"How do you want my spunk? I'm about to cum, Sergio. You make me crazy, really crazy," Colin said.
Sergio saw the trembling in the youngster's body. "Just shoot baby, but keep your hands away. Can you cum hands-free? I'll put the camera on multispeed and see if I can manage to catch your eruption."
Colin used his arse muscles and his hips in a fucking motion. "I'm cumming, Sergio. I'm cumming!" he cried. When Sergio pulled off the ball-clips, and Colin pulled off the clips on his nipples, Sergio was happy that the camera was on a stand. Afterwards he swore at himself for not switching on the video function. But the stills of a cum-eating Colin with swollen nipples was as dirty as Colin wanted.
"Take some wine, bambino. I'll put the light on in the bathroom, okay." Sergio lifted the bottle. Colin nodded, but he reached only for the bottle of water.
"I want some pictures where I piss in my clothes," Colin said. "Can we start with my blue jeans?" Colin was into the bathroom scene. Sergio was still naked and erect. He got his pictures of the piss-wet young man. Colin changed to a dry white sport jock and managed to piss through this fabric too, before he sat down on the toilet-top and took his now half-stiff cock between his fingers and let the yellow stream hit his upper body, his hair and his face. Sergio even got a photo of the boy with open mouth taking care of his own golden stream.
Sergio let the piss-wet Colin sit on the toilet-top. He went up to him after arranging the camera, and put his stiff 8 inches (20 cm) into the kid-like youngster's open mouth. This time he had put on the video function, and when his white man cream covered the face of the youngster, he got some pictures that even Colin thought was dirty enough for his private use.
"Will you do some photo manipulations for me - photoshop them - just for fun?" Colin asked when the two were sipping from their wine glasses after another shower. "I would like to see myself with some pubic hair. I plan to let the hair grow when I've done the modelling in Italy. Maybe some hair in my armpits too, but not in my arse," Colin grinned. "I would really like to have a picture where you double my cock size too." Colin smiled. "I want to scare my Norwegian boyfriend and tell him that I have finally going through puberty." Colin grinned even more.
"Would you like to show me Milan by night, amico? Daddy has had his night out tonight, and I'm pretty sure he has fucked my room-buddy as well. Next time we'll have a night without the camera, Sergio." Colin lifted his glass. The Italian grown up man felt like a youngster being checked out by the new star of the Italian-American company.
"Been some hot action here," Bill thought when he rushed into the room and found a naked Colin sleeping almost without a cover. An empty bottle of wine, newly washed' denims and a jock in the bathroom told of a hot night. On Bill's pillow was an arrangement of Colin's red thong. Bill had to sniff it before he turned out the light and lay down beside his son'. He pulled the cover over the young body and put an arm around him as protection.
A local pop band played and the youngsters screamed when the bridge over the huge stage was lit by hundreds of light bulbs. "Welcome to the young man from Scotland! Welcome Colin! Welcome to Manchester!" The speaker addressed the crowd, and to the sound of bagpipes Colin came down the artificial bridge dressed in his own kilt. He stopped and put his arms high. The JustColin logo flashed on the rear screen in a variety of colours; a hot background for a huge picture of the teenage student with his broad smile.
Colin had not been too happy for the next part of the opening scene, but both the Italians and the local English producer had been very keen to have a kilt joke at the beginning of Colin's entrance.
"Are you ready to show us the new world-wide boxers?" The speaker shouted. Colin smiled and nodded. "But you are a real Scot, aren't you?" The speaker went on. Colin nodded again. "Prove it!" The speaker encouraged the public shout too.
Colin had a close up camera behind him when he lifted the back of his kilt. The screen showed Colin's round naked buttocks. No underwear. He was a true Scot in the mind of the young English horde. There was cheering and screaming from almost one thousand youngsters.
The lad was happier now; the joke had been a success. Colin went closer to the public, waved for Kenny who came on stage in his formal dark `uniform'. The music changed when Colin took off his jacket and then his shirt and handed them to his mate. At last he handed the sporran to the waiting Kenny. Only the kilt and his stockings were left. Kenny bent down and helped his friend with the stockings and the boots. As being very dirty Kenny also took a look under the kilt. "Stupid," Colin thought, but the English teens loved this and cheered as if they were at a rock concert.
Colin unfastened the buckles at his waist and then pretended to cover up his crotch. The stage lights were turned down and just one spot was placed on the boy when he, with a howl from the nearest girls, let the kilt fall. A disappointment for some perhaps, but of course he was wearing tiny tight JustColin briefs underneath. He turned around and showed his bum to the front camera; Just Colin logo on one buttock and a smiley on the other.
The company was very happy with Colin's entrance. The boy made his show on the bridge, and was soon accompanied by six local young models in nothing but the same briefs as Colin. Some of them were a bit more hung than Colin, but he was the only one that struggled to stay flaccid during the opening show. He managed somehow.
Kenny threw a football whistle to Colin. When he used it, two teams of junior players entered the stage and started to play with a ball. The teams, aged from fifteen to seventeen, were two real junior teams from Manchester, dressed in their normal team colours.
Colin blew the whistle again and all the players stopped. Then they undressed, removing both t-shirts and football shorts. Twenty-two players nearly naked, in two colours of JustColin boxers came to the front of the stage and spread their arms high.
"I was sorry I had my private changing room," Colin told Bill afterwards. "Nearly 30 youngsters in their small changing room, all nude and kidding around. Would be heaven for anyone who gets aroused by male nudity," he admitted to his daddy. "Difficult to stay cool."
"But you managed in school," Bill had commented.
"You don't know how many times during my schooldays I had to wank inside the toilets though," had been the young lad's reply.
The final part was very much like a traditional fashion show, with Colin in front the models showing off all the different colours and patterns accompanied by the local band.
Suddenly Bill noticed that Colin stopped, went onto the stage, and took another walk up and down on the catwalk without changing. He watched again when the lad stopped, pulled at his waistband, and acted very sexy. "Be careful," Bill thought. "This is a teenage show with kids around."
Colin was for a moment completely stunned. He stared beyond the screaming girls and the shouting lads. "Charlie, it must be Charlie!" Colin looked at the slim, redheaded guy with stub nose and the very happy white smile; the guy from last show in Newcastle, the lad he had been waiting for the whole of the party night. Now it looked as if he was he was here in Manchester.
Colin was backstage before the grand finale. He had suggested that all the football guys should strip on stage and throw the boxers to the audience, but the local manager thought that was too strong. The Italians came up with a solution. All the juniors put on tiny briefs underneath. Then they could strip and throw away their boxers without showing too much flesh.
The `star' did not wear briefs underneath but used a second, smaller pair of boxers to put in front of his cock and balls after the final strip. He managed to get back off stage with only a few seconds of round butt flesh shown, as Sergio, the Italian photographer commented afterwards.
Colin, in JustColin boxers and a sleeveless t-shirt with the logo was to do a walkabout like in Newcastle. However the audience was now invited to dance on the floor and on the catwalk. The young man lost contact with the one person in the audience that he really wanted to meet, and was a bit frustrated until he saw him standing beside a tall good-looking man. Both Charlie and the man, perhaps in his late forties, were dressed in tight denims and checked shirts. With black short boots, the man looked like someone from a cowboy movie, Colin thought. His briefly met fan, Charlie, looked very young and out of place beside him.
Charlie had his arms open when Colin at last managed to get through the crowd. The two boys hugged tight, and Colin gave the blushing boy a kiss on his neck.
"Meet my uncle." Charlie introduced Colin to the tall man beside him.
"Must be 6ft 5in (195 cm) Colin thought. Colin gave the man his hand. "Nice to meet you, sir. Hope you like the show. I'm afraid it's quite noisy now." They could hardly speak.
"Nice to meet you too, young man. I had to see the boy that made my Charlie run away from his job and receive a real spanking as result." The man put a hand on Charlie's shoulder. The boy blushed even more.
"I waited for you all that evening." Colin looked into the boy's water blue eyes.
"Well, I had to work then you see," Charlie said.
"On our farm you get a beating if you run away from work without permission. Everybody knows that." The tall man watched Colin's reactions as he spoke.
Colin had problems `reading' the man. His talk and his handshake were tough, but his eyes and his face were smiling. Colin looked the man up and down. He was ashamed because he felt his cock stiffen inside the thin fabric. His eyes stuck on the man's bulge. "You look and sound like one of the cowboy heroes of mine from the classic Westerns." Colin suddenly put his thoughts into words. The answer was a broad white smile.
"Uncle Jim comes from Texas. You should see him with his old cowboy hat!" Charlie answered, in a way very proud of the man.
"Well, that was more than 20 years ago," the man commented.
"But you have travelled all the way from Newcastle down here to see this show. You said you punished Charlie. I don't understand, sir."
"Charlie begged me to drive him here," the man said. "He had even applied for tickets through a cousin of mine down here, and I have a soft side too you know." He put a caring arm around young Charlie's shoulder.
"I have to work for another half hour," Colin said. "Please come with me and get some drinks, sir. I'll introduce you to my daddy. He's in the lounge over there." For some seconds Colin found Charlie's waiting hand, and for another couple of seconds Charlie's hand cupped Colin's buttocks.
"I have to change, but please wait for me." Colin was inside his changing room after the walkabout when Bill and Uncle Jim came in together with young Charlie.
"We have done some planning while you were out dancing," Bill said to his sweating boy. "Young Charlie is going to come with us to the hotel. We will take a taxi but Kenny will have to wait before the car can leave the arena. Your friend's uncle will come to the hotel with Kenny before we go to the late dinner with the organisers here." Colin could have kissed his Daddy in front of the others, he was so happy.
"I'll take a quick shower before we leave." Colin undressed in front of them. He was used to changing with all sorts of people around now, so he did not turn away. "Can you fetch me a towel from over there Charlie, please?" The naked model tried to cover his dick when he looked at Uncle Jim, who very carefully adjusted his bulge while staring at Colin.
When Colin wrapped the towel around his waist he had a rock hard erection. "Guess there will be no more strip shows today," Bill teased. He looked at the man he just had met.
Colin ran into the common shower arena in the sports hall. The football teams and the local models were already in the showers. "Just like high school," Colin thought. He found an empty shower between three other boys. Colin was not the only hard, or half-hard young man in there, but nobody seemed to bother.
When Bill came out from the hotel bathroom, he found the two boys hugging and kissing, both of them naked but for the JustColin boxers. Two boys, very different but about the same size, looked at him, Colin smiling, Charlie blushing. Bill was uncertain what to do. He felt that this was Colin's business, but he was at the same time curious about this youngster who had lived with his American uncle on a stud farm for more than ten years. The man had been very open, telling Bill about their lives, but Bill hadn't been able to tell Colin anything yet.
"Daddy, please take a look at Charlie's back and butt. Don't be shy, Charlie. Take off your boxers and lie down on the bed." Colin knelt in front of he boy and pulled slowly down his underwear. Bill swallowed when he saw the damp patch at the front of the youngster's boxers and the little stiff dick, just a bit longer than Colin's.
Bill had to admit that Charlie's butt and upper legs were heavily marked after spanking, but there was no broken skin, and no real swollen stripes. "Not that bad," Bill said, "No real horsewhip I guess. I see marks from a riding crop here." Bill's hand touched the boy's soft, warm skin.
"Like the one you used on me in France," Colin pointed at the squared marks from the crop.
"Aye, but that was acting remember, not real." Bill blushed as he spoke.
"Those are your words, sir," Colin gently thumped his old man's shoulder with his fist. Bill stared at Colin's small hard-on that nearly leaked pre-cum through the fabric in his white boxers.
"You often get a spanking, son?" Bill continued comforting the boy who spread his legs.
"Not often, sir. Not anymore. Got some hand spanking when I was a kid, but all the boys at the farm are punished from time to time," Charlie answered openly.
"All the boys?" Colin seemed surprised.
"Charlie's uncle takes care of youngsters for rehabilitation, often as an alternative to youth prison," Bill answered. "They work with the horses."
"But you?" Colin sat down beside the boy on the bed.
"Uncle is my guardian. He's my substitute dad. He's tough, but very fair. He says he has to treat me the same as the other youngsters on the farm." Charlie talked down in the pillow. He lifted his hips a little when Bill caressed his buttocks.
Colin smiled when he saw that his Daddy let his hand follow the boy's arse crack all the way down to his small balls visible between his upper legs. The upper legs had the darkest stripes from the riding crop, and the boy winced slightly when Bill touched them.
"Did you bring Kasim's cream Dad?" Colin had his hands all over his new friend's body now.
"Aye, I never go without it. I never know when you are in the mood for heavy action and need treatment afterwards." Bill grinned and left for the bathroom again. Colin smiled when he saw his dad's very clear erection. Soon afterwards Bill handed the dark coloured container to his son.
"I'll go to the bar downstairs now, guys. I'll call you when your uncle arrives, Charlie. Take care, boys." Bill left the two youngsters side by side. The last thing he saw was Colin putting some cream on the young man's butt while he had a finger inside his crack searching for his hot entrance.
"What do you fancy, buddy?" Colin used his fingers around Charlie's very tight arsehole. "You want me to lick you and rim you? I'm not a fucker, you see." Charlie did not answer but he went up on his knees, spread his legs and opened up his arse for Colin's wet, hot tongue. He was as smooth and hair-free as Colin. The boy's small balls were hard and his kid-like dick was as hard as a rock.
Colin licked and sucked all the places he could reach from behind. "Please slow down Colin, or I'll cum too quickly." The moaning and groaning boy was trembling. "Let me do you now, please."
Colin lay on his back and Charlie stripped him. For the first time he saw Colin's dick up close. The 4 inch (10 cm) long but quite thick cock was all he wanted to suck. He had no hesitation at all. He grabbed Colin's cock, took it all inside his mouth, and let Colin mouth-fuck him. Without gagging he kept the cock inside.
"He was one of the best suckers I have ever met," Colin told Bill that night. "His mouth was small, my little one got the head inside his throat. The first time I have experienced that. Problem was that I spunked at once, and spunked a lot after being excited most of the day. But he took every drop, every single drop."
"Give me your cock, mate, and let me stay inside your mouth," Colin said as moved into a 69 position. He played with Charlie's cock, pulled his long foreskin back, and gave the boy his best cockhead service. The youngster erupted after just a few minutes and filled Colin with his white cream while he screamed even louder than Kenny did when cumming. At the same time Colin felt small fingers from both hands open his own love hole, while his cockhead was in the boy's throat again. Colin spunked off again for the second time in a matter of minutes.
"It was a dream that I could see you again Charlie, but I'm sorry you had to suffer for me." Colin was very close to the naked body of his first real fan. He placed his hand on the red, but greasy butt.
"No problem," Charlie said. "Uncle Jim always regrets when he spanks me, so that's probably why he agreed to drive down here today."
"Strange daddies," Colin whispered. "You have sex with your uncle?"
"He sometimes has girlfriends, but when none are around, he wants me to suck him. But he never does me. But he always let me cum when I'm horny after I have sucked him. I have to wank myself while he hugs me." Charlie was cupping Colin's balls now. "I think he has had some of the oldest boys. One of them told me that uncle fucked him like a horse, but I did not believe him."
"You been fucked by any of the boys then?" Colin had a finger inside Charlie's arse hole.
"Uncle would kill me if I had sex with any of them. I was raped by one some years ago, week after week, but didn't dare to tell uncle. But suddenly he disappeared. No-one has fucked me after that. But I dream of it, often." Charlie had a very wet cock again when Colin finger-fucked his arse.
Colin's phone buzzed. "Aye Dad, okay. We'll be down in twenty minutes," Colin answered. "Your uncle has arrived and is waiting in the bar. Daddy will serve him some coffee. We'll take a shower, okay?" Colin deep-kissed his new friend.
"I have to pee," Charlie said when they came into the bathroom.
"Give it to me," Colin said. He kneeled in front of the boy.
"Are you crazy?" the boy looked a bit horrified.
"No, I'm thirsty!" Colin grinned and opened his mouth. The boy gave him a huge yellow load and Colin managed to take it all.
"I want to try too," Charlie had a very innocent look when he knelt down.
"You don't have to Charlie. You ever tried before?" Colin showed off a stiff cock.
"Uncle suggested it one time but I said no." The boy pulled Colin to his open mouth. "Well, just push me away when you feel for it. No problem." Colin tried to be slow. He saw that his young friend was unhappy, so he just pulled his cock out, and sat down inside the shower, and sprayed his yellow load all over himself. He even managed to get some into his own mouth.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Charlie had looked at Colin with an open mouth while watching the messy display
"We must hurry up. Don't make your uncle wait too long for you. No more whipping for a while I hope." Colin kissed the youngster and pushed him into the shower for a very close end to the meeting.
"Did you have fun with Charlie?" Bill asked as he and Colin waved the boy and his uncle off.
Colin had an arm around Bill's waist and he gave him a squeeze as he replied. "Yes, it was great. We only had oral sex but we both enjoyed it. I am worried about him taking beatings from his uncle though."
"Hopefully he won't have to take any more," said Bill. "I had strong words with Jim when he arrived, telling him how wrong it was. I also pointed out that it was against the law to use physical punishment on those boys he takes in for rehabilitation. He argued that he received physical punishment regularly when he was a kid and that it didn't do him any harm. Anyway he finally agreed that times have changed and promised not to beat Charlie or the other boys again."
Colin stood up on tiptoe to kiss Bill. "Thanks, Dad. I had a feeling you couldn't see such abuse and do nothing. I love you."
"I love you too, son," responded Bill.
To be continued