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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 59
Kenny was driving the yellow VW bearing the logo JustColin along one of the main streets in Glasgow. A very nervous Colin was sitting beside him, and a relaxed and happy Bill was the passenger in the back seat.
Colin was to promote the new underwear brand in the city where he attended university, and it was very different from the modelling jobs he had done before. He was quite sure that a lot of his friends and fellow students would be there, and even some people from his hometown. He would not appear in underwear in public this time, only be presented and interviewed in one of the big shopping malls. He had to do a little walk dressed in boxers inside one of the shops afterwards, but for a very limited number of people. And he had asked to wear a modest style.
They were close to the stage now. Huge posters were all around, one with Colin showing off a very low cut underwear line. "Wow, there's a lot of people here," Kenny said.
"Aye, a lot of screaming people," Colin, the performer, blushed. But then he entered the stage, and did it like a star. He was dressed in his tight black trousers, and his short off-white leather top. A stop by a stylist half an hour earlier, made him shine in the heavy stage light.
"If Justin Beaver had been here, he would have been envious. Many dripping cunts around here!" Kenny turned his head and sent a grin to Bill. "And many hard cocks," he said, taking a solid grip around his own bulge. "I better stay close to him in case somebody tries to strip him like last time. You will be around too, Bill?"
The nervousness left Colin as soon as he entered the stage. He was welcomed by a talk show host from one of Scotland's most popular youth TV-shows. Colin raised his arms to greet the audience and was met by an enormous sound wave. Everybody wished him well.
Colin looked around. Roland was there with his camp friends, screaming as expected. At the other side was Kenny's rugby team, the one that JustColin sponsored. They would start their game this afternoon in his boxers. And Colin had to smile when he saw the black dressed motorcycle gang he had met at the Highland cottage - here on a teen event! And between them were hundreds of screaming teenage girls, and some teen boys as well. The last edition of the European magazine had publicised this event some days earlier.
"Look right Kiddo, beside the pillar." Kenny whispered to Colin. Colin did, but couldn't see anyone or anything, special. "Look who's there!" Kenny helped Colin to sit down on a high stool beside the host, and put a microphone on him.
"Charlie is here, but he looks helpless." Colin caught a brief glimpse of the redheaded lad he had met in Newcastle and then in Manchester. Colin had a warm feeling in his whole body. He nearly forgot to breathe and he felt his balls contract and his dick pump against the tight trousers. "Tell Daddy to take care of him," Colin whispered, just before the microphone was turned on and he faced his host. The show got underway.
When going down the catwalk in his tight boxers, he saw his daddy with an arm around Charlie's shoulder. Charlie had a huge smile and lifted one finger very carefully to greet Colin without making a fuss. Colin went hot again at the sight. "No hard cock now. No hard cock on stage," he told himself. He tried to focus on the lady photographer. The picture in the paper the next day showed that Colin had not been totally soft, but there was no `scandal' this time.
"Do we always have to meet in cupboards, and only just for five minutes?" Colin hugged Charlie tight in his tiny changing room. The hug was followed by a deep kiss, his tongue worked inside the mouth of this 17 year old funny boy that Colin had thought about many times since their love-making in Manchester.
Colin felt Charlie's small dick hard as wood inside his baggy denim, and pressed his own stiffy back against him. Charlie stripped Colin from his boxers and tried to kneel in front of him.
"We can't Charlie, we can't. They are waiting outside. Can't you ask Daddy to take you to the rugby match? Kenny has tickets." Colin put on his JustColin bathrobe and hoped that his rock hard cock was covered.
Colin was in the middle of the sports field when the rugby team arrived in yellow boxers, JustColin on one side of the butt, and a smiley on the other. The huge youngsters, some really bulky, were a sight for the gods in their small boxers. The applause was enormous, and Colin was presented as a sort of mascot for the team. When he stripped off his bathrobe, he appeared on the huge screen, in the same colours as the players.
Charlie put his head on Bill's shoulder and sighed. Bill shared his winter coat with the thinly clad boy. Soon he slept close to Bill's body. He had been out all night.
"I left home yesterday," Charlie said in the car back to Bill's home after the rugby match. He sat in the rear seat close to Colin. "I took the train to Glasgow, but I didn't have enough money for a hotel, so I stayed out all night."
Colin just listened. He saw that Bill was watching them in the rear view mirror.
"But you told me you called home," Bill said.
"Yeah, I did, but Uncle Jim told me to go to hell. He said I must take the consequences for running away," Charlie said, barely audible.
Colin winced and put a warm hand on Charlie's thigh. "Why didn't you call me then?" Colin asked.
"I just have your email address, and my phone isn't working well." Charlie looked miserable again.
"Ok guys. Cheer up. You found your superstar, didn't you?" Kenny broke the bad mood.
"I've spoken to your uncle, son. He was sorry for beating you up, and he knows you are going home with us." Bill said. "I promised to drive you home tomorrow. Now you need a hot bath and a bed." The four were pulling up outside Bill's house.
Kenny was about to stay in the car when Colin and Charlie left. "I better return to Glasgow before it's too late. I don't think Colin needs the car tomorrow." Kenny was for once very serious.
"We are not going to change of our plans, not at all. You come inside, son. I have a huge pot of chilli con carne made especially for you. And I have a bottle of wine for us too. Bill used one hand to stroke the `stallion' over his dark mane. "Colin gave an order, you know? And I think a storm is coming." Bill found Kenny's eyes and kept them. The huge rugby player blushed like a schoolgirl.
"Daddy, will you please come to the bathroom for a moment?" Colin shouted from the open bathroom door. The two youngsters were already in the shower.
Bill found two naked boys standing close together. Colin turned off the water. "Please take a look, Daddy. It's not nice." Colin asked Charlie to show Bill his back and butt. The stripes and marks from the whip were even worse than last time in Manchester.
"Did your uncle do that?" Bill's voice was hard.
"Yeah, he grew mad when I asked for a day off to see Colin's show. He ripped my clothes off and used the riding crop on me." Charlie answered very quietly.
"But he promised meÉ" Bill was interrupted by the boy.
"He hasn't used his whip on me since you talked him about it, sir. Honestly sir. But he exploded..." Bill interrupted now, and used one hand to follow the boy's sore back down to his butt, then he caressed both sore buttocks, bent down and very carefully inspected the youngster's thighs.
Colin watched his Dad, and did nothing to hide his growing erection.
"Please turn around," Bill's voice was husky. Bill used his hand on the front of the boy's hips. He even checked a mark on the boy's ball sack. Charlie closed his eyes and a light moan was heard. Colin smiled when he saw the reaction on the up-to-now flaccid prick.
"No serious damage," Bill said. "Finish your showers, guys. You know where to find the cream for Charlie's marks, son."
"Aye, aye, sir." Colin grinned.
"And no other business, okay? Dinner is ready. I want you down in ten minutes." Bill tried to sound firm.
"My Mum lives in London," Charlie told Bill and Colin, "and my Dad is in Australia, I think. Haven't heard from him in the last few years. But he was born up here I've heard. My parents split when I was six. Uncle Jim is Mum's brother and I have lived with him on the farm ever since the split."
"You never see yourÉ mother?" Colin asked. Bill could hear the concern in his voice. Colin had been silent since they finished the huge meal.
"I see my Mum once a year. But her new husband only cares for his own kids, so I'm not happy there," Charlie replied.
"No more talk, guys. Kenny will soon be finished with his shower, then we all go to bed. We will settle things tomorrow, okay." The two boys who were only wrapped in towels stood up. Both hesitated. "Go on guys, your bed is wide enough for the two of you. I'll make a bed for Kenny down here." Colin tried to cover a grin, but he didn't succeed. Bill gave him a gentle spank on is his butt and pushed him upstairs.
Bill poured two glasses of wine and sipped from one. Kenny was coming downstairs from the bathroom, naked, dripping, towelling his dark hair. Bill swallowed. "The body of that boy is the body of a god. And I have never seen that lad really flaccid," Bill thought. "I don't think he ever is!"
"Let me dry your back." Bill tried to sound neutral, as if he really just wanted to dry him. "And sit down and take a glass of wine with me. The two upstairs just wanted Coke and I don't like to drink alone." Kenny placed himself close to the sitting man. Bill struggled to dry Kenny's shoulders properly, but he worked his way down the broad back. Reaching Kenny's bum, he dried both buttocks before he moved onto the boy's lower legs. When Bill reached the inside of his thighs, Kenny spread his legs, just a little, but enough to let Bill dry the back of his low-hanging balls. Bill's last action with the towel was to take a small part of the towel and very slowly follow Kenny's arsecrack and dry the light hairy entrance.
"I think you are dry now," Bill said.
"Far from it." Kenny turned around and presented his 10 inch (26 cm) naked spear with a wet dripping head.
Bill licked his pre-cum. "Cheers, son. I'm happy you are my son's roomy. He couldn't have a better one." There were giggling noise from the room upstairs.
"I think he can manage any roomy, eh? He is the hottestÉ." Kenny was interrupted by a flash of lightning. That was followed by thunder nearby, and the glass in the windows rattled.
"I don't think I have to make a bed for you on the sofa. Do I?" Bill smiled at the huge boy that didn't look so confident anymore. "Drink up, and we'll find our bed." Bill patted the boy's dark hair again. Kenny rose and gave Bill his lips.
"They are sleeping like babies," Bill whispered to Kenny. They had opened the door to Colin's bedroom to check on the boys.
"Like two naked babies," Kenny grinned. "Colin often falls asleep before his head reaches the pillow."
"And his young fan didn't sleep last night so that he could meet him," Bill whispered.
"I would have done that too." Kenny smiled as he went into the room and pulled the blanket over the teenagers. Bill watched the 6ft (190 cm) so-called straight roomy of Colin, taking caring of the two in bed. In the shadows from the outside streetlight, Kenny looked like a Greek god, except for the half erection he still displayed. Bill put an arm around him, and led him into his bedroom.
"I want to taste that cock tonight, and those balls," Bill thought looking at the 10 inch (26 cm) circumcised spear with the two large beauties below.
The pair, Bill and Kenny, lay side by side in the king size bed, both naked, both knowing that something was going to happen soon. They listened to the storm outside and saw the distant lightning. Kenny was relaxing.
"Do you think I'm in love with Kiddo?" Kenny suddenly asked.
"I think you are," Bill said. "I think you love him very much." A long silence followed.
"Aye, I do," Kenny's voice was mushy. Another long silence. "Do you mind, sir?"
Bill used his arms and pulled the big young man very close. "I don't mind," Bill kissed the boy who then took command, lying on top of his strong hairy body and nearly kissed the air out of him.
"Colin has been open about your sexual relationship," Bill said, "but he doesn't tell me very much."
"You want to know how often I fuck him?" Kenny was straightforward. Bill did not say anything. "Once or twice a day, if there is time. Then he sucks me at night, and I suck him. That's our only stimulation, you know. No smoking, no drinks, no drugs." Bill saw Kenny's white smile.
"No drinks, and you are on a rugby team. You're kidding!" Bill had his hand around Kenny's stiff cock.
"Well, some beers then, or a lot of beers, but not on a daily basis. Only after a match. Colin works for top marks at Uni remember, and I hope to do pretty well myself." Kenny had suddenly, without warning, put two fingers inside the arsehole of the very surprised Daddy of the house.
"It's time for us to go to the play-room, isn't it, sir," Bill said.
Silence.
"Sure, it is. I was afraid this was a conversation hour. Too much talk!" Kenny squeezed Bill's balls.
"Sorry, sir! I'm all yours. Do what you please!" Bill bowed his head and followed the young stallion down to the playroom.
Some noises made Colin wake up. It was late. Colin went to the bathroom. He had to pee after all the Coke he'd drunk earlier. He had slept spooned against his new friend Charlie after a soft and tender play. The kid's back was really sore but his cock had spunked and spunked just like last time. And he had taken Colin's white juices too. Not a drop was spilled. "I'm used to the horses you know," Charlie had been joking. "I dare not spill the valuable drops." But now he was sleeping like a baby.
Colin looked downstairs. There was nobody on the sofa. Colin smiled. "Maybe?" He stopped outside the master bedroom but it was silent in there. "Perhaps they are sleeping," he thought and went into his own room. It wasn't often he slept there.
Charlie had pushed the blanket onto the floor. The room was very warm in the stormy night as Bill had turned up the heating. The naked Charlie was a boy of `meat and blood', not a model, not a specific beauty, but hot as a warm summer day. Colin couldn't deny, not even to himself, he was in love with this red-headed, snub-nosed admirer who just had come into his life.
He let himself down on his side of the bed, and put Charlie's wet half-hard cock into his mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. Charlie whined softly, but he was still asleep. The cock, Colin-size, grew inside Colin's mouth, more and more, and without waking up he sent his young juice into Colin's mouth and throat. Colin was about to wake him up and ask him to feed him his piss too, but he let him sleep.
"How many times haven't I woke up while Kenny has been sucking me?" Colin asked himself. "I wonder if he has had fun with Dad tonight?" Colin was nearly asleep again when a scream was heard, soon followed by another scream.
"They must be in the playroom," Colin thought. He was as horny as hell at the thought of Bill and Kenny having sex, and soon found the Kasim dildo and a tube of lube. He used his fingers and prepared his own arsehole. With his eyes closed he did not see that Charlie was awake. Colin felt a warm hand across his own.
"Let me help you," Charlie whispered. He had his fingers inside Colin's love hole.
"Do you often get horny when you grab those huge horse-cocks?" Colin suddenly asked while he opened up even more. Charlie used all his fingers in the arse-opening now.
"When I'm with small horses, yes. They look like huge man-cocks. First time I was so excited that I managed to cum in my pants. Once I peed in my pants too."
Colin was finger-fucked hard and the dirty talk made him come close to the edge very quickly. "May I put my dick in your arse, Colin? I just dreamt that you sucked me," Charlie said. "I'm small, but I am hard as wood." Colin had his fist around Charlie's balls and cock so he knew that was true.
"You want to fuck me, horse-boy? Really? I thought you would never ask. Use your little prick first, and use this one afterwards," Colin showed Charlie the Kasim dildo.
"You can take that up your arse? It's like a pony's cock." Charlie forgot to whisper. "I'll take it okay, but I want you first. You take me doggy...or horse style. I want to be your mare." Colin got on his hands and knees, and stuck his round butt up.
"You are dripping like a mare." Charlie grinned. He collected Colin's pre-cum and licked it. "What's that? Charlie looked around when he heard a scream from downstairs.
"I think my daddy is collecting semen from a huge stallion," Colin laughed.
"What do you mean?" Charlie looked at the smiling youngster.
"Just kidding, horse-boy. Do me now please. Do me as hard as you can!"
This was not a common thing for the youngster, but he wanted to please his more experienced star. He had licked both arses and cocks before so he started with his tongue in Colin's hairless arsecrack. He used his chubby hands and spread Colin's half-moons and looked at his beautiful coloured entrance. He sighed, then he let his spit slowly ran down the crack. He used his tongue and lips well. He dived lower and sucked Colin's cock and balls, and then he made a small cock from his tongue and managed with the help of Colin to get it all inside his hole. Colin writhed like a worm. Charlie's tongue was different, hard as a prick and rough like a cat's.
"Fuck me now, Charlie. Your tongue is like a dick and it is driving me crazy," Colin whispered. The teenager was happy getting Colin close to the edge. He took the cream Colin gave him and greased his 4.5 inch (12 cm) cock that was nearly covered with foreskin, even when super-hard. "That cock was like a kid's," Colin told Bill the next day. "But a cock in the middle of a grown-up man's red bush," he added.
Colin helped Charlie inside, and the youngster bottomed him without any problem. "Now fuck me, horse-boy. You have seen how the big ones do it, haven't you?" Colin shook his butt at Charlie.
Charlie closed his eyes, held Colin's shoulders, and started to fuck him with long, slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out. "He was good," Colin told Bill. "He was thinking of me more than himself."
Colin was close to cumming. Charlie had erupted four times since they went to bed, including the spunk Colin sucked from him when he slept, so he was not in a hurry now. After another five minutes of slow fucking he grabbed Colin's hair and forced his head backward, then he started to really ride his young horse. He shot his cock into Colin as straight as an arrow.
"That's what the horse-boy has seen in the stable," Colin thought. "Yeah baby, yeah baby, more, please more. You're great. You're my lover. You're my stallion." Colin was so excited that he could not speak clearly. Then he used his own arse mucles and nearly crushed the young cock inside him. They both screamed. "I'm cumming!" were Colin's only words.
"I am breeding you!" Charlie cried. He used his hands to lock Colin to his own groin, and kept himself inside while he sent another load deep inside Colin's body. Then the two sweating ones fell down beside each other on the bed.
Colin had cupped his small load. Now he fed his little stallion. "You ever tasted horse-semen?" Colin asked.
"We always smell and taste the semen to check that it's okay," the specialist replied with a huge grin, and Colin just received what he said with open mouth.
"How is mine?" Colin grinned now.
"We can sell it, I'm sure," the horse-boy, as Colin went on calling him, said as he hugged his favourite model.
The Kasim dildo fell down on the floor and was not needed that night.
Kenny saw that the playroom was ready for a hot session. The swing was there, a new St Andrew's cross was placed against one wall, and equipment for all kinds of roleplay was spread on a table. The youngster was not very interested. As he had told Bill before, he was not a guy that slapped somebody if he wasn't angry. The only action he had denied Colin was to spank him. "I have been spanked all my life," Kenny said to Colin one evening, and when I got a hard-on because of it once my dad nearly killed me."
"Tell me what tool you want, man. Be quick, I'm horny." Kenny gave his stiff cock a slap, and then another. Pre-cum was sprayed in the warm room.
"Yes, sir." Bill hesitated, but found a tawse on the table, the old school weapon loved by many headmasters. He handed it to Kenny.
"Okay, man. You want me to punish you with this? But this is not a weapon, it's just a fake, a substitute." Kenny threw the tawse with force into one corner of the room.
"I have only one weapon, here, look at it man. Adore it!" Kenny had both his hands around his supercock, pushed his hips forward, as if he was presenting his spear to Bill for the first time.
"He has taken the game," Bill thought. "I'll be this master's slave for the night!"
"Sorry sir," Bill fell on his knees. "Your cock is great, I've longed for it since the first time I saw it. Please let me suck it, sir."
Kenny dragged Bill's head to his groin and pushed his huge cock into his mouth. "First time you've sucked such a spear eh?" Bill could not answer and started to lick and suck the cock shaft, the sensitive cockhead and the piss-slit. When Bill tried to penetrate the piss-slit with his tongue, the young man moaned for the first time, and gave Bill a big drop of pre-cum.
The master took control now. He placed his hands on Bill's head and pushed him down. At the same time he bent his neck to get a straight line for his cock. Bill had tears, and some fear, he hadn't been throat-fucked by a cock this size since he bottomed for his college mate Kyle many years ago.
"But this slave is not to be broken," Bill thought, and swallowed the 10 inches (26 cm). He was as horny as the youngster and used his hand to play with his own thick cock.
"Stay away from you cock, man," Kenny yelled. "It's my property tonight."
"I'll give you property," Bill thought. "Just wait and see."
Kenny went on face-fucking and throat-fucking. Mucus and saliva, together with tears, wet Bill's face and Kenny's balls. "I'm cumming now. Take my load, it's my gun." Kenny filled Bill with spunk - six, seven, eight bullets hit the back of Bill's throat. He tried to swallow but some ran from his mouth and down through his body hair. It was Kenny's first ejaculation that day, and that was unusual.
"He was like a horse," Bill told Colin the day after. "Never seen anyone produce that amount of cum."
"Now get me super hard again," Kenny said, still with a very visible erection. He placed himself in the sling, spread his legs and pushed his butt back.
"Now rim me, man, eat my arse. Do me good," Kenny showed off his dark hairy arsecrack.
"He smells just like Colin has told me, of soap and sweat," Bill thought. Very directly Bill put his rolled-up tongue into the tight arsehole of this giant. Again Kenny moaned and then purred like a cat. Bill used his hands and gave the boy, who tried to be master for the night, a warm ball massage and then a tight and hard wank. It was just before Kenny forgot his role. And it was when Bill feared he might spunk off without touching his dripping cock. He had really looked forward to rimming Kenny again. His arse and buttocks were well developed from many hours hard training.
Kenny went back into his dominant role. "If you think I have forgotten your cunt, you have to think again." Kenny lifted the heavy man up onto the sling. "Give me your butt, spread your legs. Spread them more, man. You're not shy are you?" Kenny grinned and locked Bill's legs upwards onto the chains using handcuffs.
"Do I have to cuff your arms too?" Kenny's strong fists took care of Bill's arms.
"No sir. I'll keep my hands on the chains, sir." Bill took hold on the front chains.
"Open up for me man, push! Show me that your cunt is ready." Kenny spat on his fingers and started to play with Bill's arsehole and arsecrack. With the other hand he tugged and squeezed Bill's balls. Kenny was as horny as ever before. This beautiful body, this tough man with a weapon nearly as long as his own, and thicker in girth, was all his now. Last time they had met, Bill was the one that fucked him, all the way, and in every hole. Now the man had given him the opportunity to be the stallion he wished to be.
"Kenny's cock is longer than any cock I have taken since my college days," Bill thought. "But I took care of Kasim that night in Marseille and he's as thick as I am. I never told Colin why I had trouble sitting the next day."
"Concentrate, man!" Kenny put three fingers into Bill's arsehole without warning and slapped his cock with his other hand. Bill was moaning. "You like this man?" Kenny found Bill's prostate, and very carefully he gave it a finger massage.
"Aye sir, very much, but I'm going to cum soon, sir." Bill had trouble holding back his orgasm.
"You wait, man. You wait." Kenny slapped Bill's cockhead and used two fingers to pinch his cock `string' by the root. Bill gasped, but stayed hard.
The young man used plenty of spit and cream on his circumcised 10 inch (26 cm) cock, and in one single thrust he broke through Bill's sphincter and sent his cock all the way to the bottom. Bill's scream filled the house. Kenny did not move.
"Are you okay, man?" he asked.
"Aye, I'm fine. Do it once more, please sir." Bill squeezed his arse muscles and made it difficult for the young man to withdraw his cock. Kenny waited just a few seconds with his cockhead just outside the opening and then, even faster the first time, he penetrated his `victim' again.
"That will do, sir. Please fuck me now, and fuck me as hard as you feel for."
For the next fifteen minutes Kenny fucked Bill fast and slow, deep and just teasing. All the time Bill felt as if he was in heaven. This beauty of a boy loved to please them both. But suddenly Bill felt that something was building up inside him. He tried not to let loose but he couldn't hold back any longer. He started to spit his white cream all over his own body and all over Kenny's hands as they tried to collect the mature man's eruption. The next three deep thrusts made the swing work as an extra force. The pressure on Kenny's shaft and cockhead took him over the edge as well, and with a howl, probably the one Charlie heard, Kenny sent volley after volley into Colin's daddy's love-hole.
"Maybe we can change roles now, sir." Bill looked at Kenny as he helped him off the sling.
Kenny looked at him with a smile. "Yes, sir. I think we should." The two sweating men, one 19 the other 58, both well hung, hugged each other and licked spunk from each other. At last they met in a very wet kiss.
Bill pushed Kenny up to the corner of the room and pushed him down. "I have to piss," he said, and started to send his yellow stream over the boy that just some minutes earlier had been his master.
Kenny wanked his cock and pissed at the same time, sending a yellow stream over Bill, over himself, and into his own mouth.
Four people in the house fell asleep with an unusual partner this stormy night. But all of them had loving arms around their bodies.
Bill got up early that Sunday morning. He had fresh bread ready, and he had already made an important phone call. Colin and Kenny had just come down, very excited still, wearing their new JustColin bathrobes. With a cup of coffee they waited for Charlie who still was in the shower after a long night's sleep and some new adventures.
The sound from the shower ended and suddenly the three downstairs heard a voice, clear and loud, from a singer that sounded nothing like the young `cowboy' in the bathroom:
"I want to break free / I want to break free I want to break free from your lies You're so self-satisfied I don't need you I've got to break free God knows, God knows, I want to break free."
"I didn't knowÉ cool!" Colin was on his feet and made it up the stairs in three steps.
Just after `Queen' sent their heavy guitar sound through the surround system in the house. Bill looked at Kenny and winked.
Two youngsters, about same size came down the stairs hand in hand, the one very confident and performing with a rusty voice, the other very shy but singing without holding back and with a voice from another world :
"I've fallen in love I've fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it's for real I've fallen in love yeah God knows, God knows I've fallen in love."
Colin smiled and Charlie blushed. Bill applauded and Kenny whistled. Colin went up to Bill, and for a small second he sat down on his lap. "Our song Daddy, remember?" Colin said, almost inaudible.
"What a voice, Charlie! I didn't know you were such an artist." Bill showed him a seat by the table. "Tea or coffee, son?" Bill's voice was warm.
"I normally have tea sir, but don't go to any trouble for me. I see you have coffee ready."
"Ever performed with your song, Charlie?" Colin took a seat beside him.
"Done some singing at school, but my uncle call me girlish when I sing, so I never sing at home." The boy looked down at the table. Bill noticed that Kenny sat with clenched fists and that his cheekbones were turning white. The young man was with no doubt angry.
Bill put his open hand on Kenny's fist as to relax him, while he looked at the new boy in the house. "I've talked to your uncle this morning, and said that you could stay here for the week if you want to. Colin told me yesterday that he has to go back to University with Kenny tonight, because he has a very full programme next week. I understand you have a break from school now?"
Charlie nodded with his eyes filled with tears. Bill went on. "I think we should make a call to your Mum today too. What do you say?"
Charlie nodded again, but was silent. Then he suddenly looked very desperate. "But what about Hector then? He has only me."
"Your uncle said Hector was fine. He asked me to tell you that Tom is taking care of Hector, and that Tom miss you." Bill had a hand on Charlie's arm.
"Who is Hector?" Kenny asked.
"He's my own horse, a grey Icelandic," replied Charlie "and Tom loves him."
"Who is Tom?" Kenny had another question.
"He a stable boy, one of the guys that has always been on the farm, nearly eighty. He's black, and he's from Texas too," Charlie answered.
"Well, whatever. I need breakfast now. I'm starving. Please pass me the bread, Daddy. It smells heavenly." Colin could not think clearly before he had his breakfast.
"Okay, boys. Here you go." Bill put a huge cooked Scottish breakfast on the table. "Eat well. Take Charlie on a trip around the area after you've eaten, and why not wash the sleep out of your face with a dip in the pool. It is open on Sunday mornings now."
"You swim, baby?" Kenny looked at Charlie.
"Yes I do, but I have no swimwear with me." The boy looked sad.
"We swim naked up here love, so no problem. And when I'm around all the girls will look at me, so don't you worry!" Kenny grinned.
Bill rolled his eyes, but again Kenny had brightened up the situation.
To be continued