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This story is a collaboration between me and Fred from 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 7
"Did you sleep well?" Bill asked the two lads when they entered the terrace for breakfast. Walking hand in hand and still totally naked they answered by giving the two men a big hug each.
"And still sporting hard-ons, both of you," Kasim commented looking at the two boys.
"Were you not satisfied by what we gave you last night?" asked Bill looking at both Colin and Habib.
"Why did we have to get up so early?" Colin asked with a yawn. "I thought we were taking the 10.30 train to Paris."
"We are," replied Bill. "But we're taking Habib to rejoin his family at the airport first. You know that they left Marseille just before we arrived to visit some relations, leaving Habib with his favourite uncle."
"That's right," said Kasim. "My brother and the two younger boys got back last night. I thought you'd like to meet them before you say your goodbye to Habib."
"Off you go. Ten minutes limit. Hurry up! And have a cold shower, okay. No morning fun today, boys. We will leave for the airport in an hour, and you're not finished packing, Colin." Bill addressed the boys very clearly and then smiled to Kasim when they left. "Those boys are horny again. You saw their dripping hard-ons?"
"I did, but I saw yours too." Kasim put a hand on Bill's solid bulge. "Thanks for last night. It felt good to have a grown-up's warm body next to me for a change."
"Tell me about your brothers," Colin said to Habib as they sat in Kasim's car on the way to the airport. Habib and Colin were sitting very close, secretly holding hands.
"Caid is two years younger than me but he looks older. He's the sportsman of the family. And he talks about girls all the time, and the girls adore him because of his huge bulge." Habib blushed when he saw his uncle's eyes in the rear-view mirror just as he touched Colin's heavy erection. "We always argue and, since we share bed, we fight from time to time."
"Kasim Junior is Mum's beautiful baby of course. He's twelve and can do whatever he wants. Okay, he's just a kid, and he's cute, soÉ" Habib looked at Kasim again.
"And he has my name remember, so you must think of me when you look at him," Kasim said with a big smile on his face.
Kasim's brother was a tall man, even taller than Kasim. He greeted his older brother in French style but simply held his hand out to both Bill and Colin. With his dark beard he looked very Arabic. His English was rather poor and speaking French was difficult for Bill, but he and Colin understood that he gave his sons orders in Arabic.
"We have to find a toilet before boarding," Habib said to Colin. "I think I saw one over there. It's one for disabled persons but it doesn't matter."
"Just now I feel very disabled, I can't understand a word when you talk to your family." Colin smiled to his friend. "I'll go with you."
They walked towards the toilet and Caid followed. There was just one toilet bowl inside the disabled cubicle so they would have to share it. Colin pulled his shorts all the way down, and his small bikini briefs followed. He took hold of his cock and was about to piss. Habib lowered his new football shorts all the way to the floor too, and presented his semi-hard little cock. They both looked at Caid. It was like an invitation. The 15 year old lad had to be as cool as the older ones so he too lowered his Spanish coloured football shorts all the way to the floor and he was naked underneath. Colin's eyes opened wide. Caid had the biggest dick Colin had ever seen on a young guy. Like Habib, he was circumcised.
When about to do their common piss they heard some loud knocking on the door, and then some shouting in Arabic from a young voice. Without covering himself Caid opened the door and let his little brother in. They didn't have to tell him what to do. The only problem was that his little stiffy was spreading the yellow liquid all over the toilet bowl. "He's hard twelve hours a day," Habib said looking with a grin at Kasim Jnr and his small erect cock and dark balls.
"We show them how to clean our cocks here?" Habib asked Colin. Then without waiting for an answer he went down on his knees and licked his new mate's cock. Colin returned the gesture and sucked Habib's cock all dry. Habib sighed. Some words in Arabic and Caid presented his now erect cock for the two. A beautiful cock, a big cock, a very young man's cock dripping not only with piss. Habib and Colin did the job together. They both licked and sucked the young man«s erection. Their lips and their tongues where playing with each other and with Caid's cock. Caid closed his eyes and pushed his dick forward so it was forced deep into Colin's mouth. They could also see that the youngest among them was doing some heavy tugging at his own mini tool with his mouth and eyes wide open.
"Hurry up guys, we have to leave." Kasim's voice was outside. They dressed in seconds. Habib lifted his finger in front of Kasim Jnr. Some harsh words were whispered but the body language was clear. This little event was not for ears outside.
"Well, my little voyeur, did you manage to get your way?" Bill asked Colin while waiting for Kasim to return from saying goodbye to the others. "You had to see Caid's big cock, didn't you?"
"Yes, but I didn't think I'd get to suck him," replied Colin. Bill rolled his eyes.
With hundreds of people around the station and feeling a bit tired, Bill looked forward to getting on-board the TGV train that would take them to Paris in about 3 hours 20 minutes. Colin was very quiet. He sat close to Bill, put his head on his shoulder and even patted the back of Bill's hand.
"Are you in love, son? Are you thinking of Habib?" Bill whispered.
Colin didn't answer immediately. He just swallowed hard and held Bill's hand. Then after a few minutes he said, "Yes, I'm in love Daddy. I'm more in love than ever, in love with you. I saw how you fancied Habib, and how you loved to fuck him. But still you take care of me, as you've done in all these years. I'm so lucky." Bill put an arm around Colin's body, and suddenly the teenager felt extremely happy. "But I'm worried about what will happen to Habib if his family discovers that he's attracted to other boys," Colin continued without knowing that Kasim was back and was sitting behind him.
"I've made some arrangements," said Kasim. "There is a friend of mine in Tunisia who will bring him to me in France if something should happen to him. I've left money to cover his expenses there. You're a very caring person, Colin."
"And a very horny one," Colin broke the serious talk by groping himself and grinning. "Paris here I come!"
Colin and Bill had found their reserved seats in the train's first class section. As they left Marseille's Saint-Charles station, they waved to Kasim who would follow them to Paris the next day and then spend time with them at Mr Reynard's estate.
Bill knew that the visit to Reynard would be another hard job for Colin, but also a lot of fun. However he was happy that they now had two days on their own. "Colin must be tired after all the shows," Bill thought.
Bill had been a bit uncertain of this summer«s heavy programme and would have preferred to return to Scotland now with his son and lover to help him prepare for a new life at the University, a life very far from the French castles and the Arabic Hammams. But Colin would return to Scotland with enough earnings from the shows to cover his first year at university. "A sort of good excuse for a bad conscience," Bill was thinking before he closed his eyes. "But first two very hot Paris days, and nights."
Bill knew that Kasim had booked a very special room for them at a gay hotel in the Marais district, and even arranged some special sexy surprise. He had also advised Bill about some gay clubs and bars in the area. Last time Colin was in Paris he was too young. "He still hardly looks more than fifteen," Bill thought. "He will be the centre of attention in any club!"
The train had passed Lyon and Bill was having a nap. Colin was bored and he was horny. He went to the toilet to have a piss. His bikini underwear was too tight for sitting all these hours on a train so he took it off. It was much more comfortable with his short sport shorts without inner gear. When coming back to his seat he didn't make any secret of what he was doing when he put his underwear into his travelling bag.
Colin had for the last twenty minutes looked closely at a handsome, formally dressed businessman who sat facing him a little further down the carriage. Colin's dirty mind was working. "Could he manage to get in contact with the man? Contact for what?", he asked himself. "Nothing, just some teasing, a little show." He knew the rules of the game. He had played it a few times on buses and in cafes at home.
He stared at the man, trying to get eye contact. "When you've got eye contact, hold it a bit longer than normal." Colin«s brain and balls worked together. "Look into his eyes. Get the man out of his comfort zone, force him to look back. Then spread your legs a little, just a little more than normal behaviour. Put one hand over your crotch, just very lightly, then use one finger to do a little job on your balls. Then you repeat all of this while holding the man«s eyes, and if the guy is interested, he does almost the same as you."
Colin gave a little smile when he saw that the man was doing exactly what he wanted. But then Colin went too fast, all outside the rules of the "cruising book." He let his small balls and a bit of his cock pop out of his high cut shorts. The man swallowed hard. He rose from his seat and could not hide his long dick with its nearly visible cockhead in his trousers.
Colin rose from his seat too and followed the man to the toilet area. He stood with his back to the toilet door, looking out the window at the green landscape. The well-dressed man came out from the toilet and stood right behind Colin, so close that Colin could smell the man«s expensive after-shave. Colin didn't move. He felt the man's hand touch his shorts and then slide up inside the leg opening. Normally a guy would object to something like this but Colin pushed his bum back. He then opened his legs wider, giving the man an opportunity to finger his arse crack.
A railway employee pressed the button to enter from the adjoining carriage and the man hurried back to the toilet. Colin returned to his seat.
"What have you been up to, son?" Bill was awake.
"Oh, nothing much," Colin said. "Just teasing an elderly gentleman, who became so horny that he's had to have a wank in the toilet."
Colin was smiling but Bill was not happy. "Tell me exactly what you did."
"Better not tell lies," Colin thought and told Bill exactly what he had done and how the man responded.
"I'm not happy with this Colin, not at all. What if the man had been homophobic? He might have beaten you up. There a huge difference between performing on a stage for gay men and real life you know." Bill used a very low voice but Colin got the message. He felt both guilty and ashamed.
"When you act like a kid, I have to treat you like a kid! Come with me!" Bill rose from his seat and used a hand on Colin's shoulder to push him to the toilet. The older man came out but Bill didn't give him a glance as he opened the toilet door and directed Colin inside. Bill sat down on the seat. "Down with your shorts, bend across my lap." Colin blushed a little when he saw the angry look in Bill's eyes. It had been a long time since Colin had seen it and he wasn't happy about what lay ahead.
Four very heavy strokes landed on Colin's bare buttocks from Bill's big hands. It was no gentle spanking and not sexual foreplay. Tears filled Colin's eyes but no sound came from his lips. Despite the sounds of the fast-moving train, the well-dressed man standing outside knew quite well what was happening. He returned rather fast to his seat when the spanking stopped.
Rising from Bill's lap Colin used one hand to wipe his eyes and the other to cover his heavy erection. Bill put his arms around his boy and hugged him. "I'm sorry Daddy, please forgive me," Colin whispered.
"I've already done that son, but now I'm hungry," Bill said. "Let's find the picnic basket Kasim bought for us." He smiled and added, "And stop travelling commando in those very thin shorts. Put on some underwear!"
"What will I say to that man if he looks at me when I go back to my seat?" Colin asked.
"Say nothing. He will not make any contact with me beside you," Bill answered.
The man was smiling when Colin came back to his seat rubbing his sore backside with one hand and very careful covering his tenting bulge with the other. Bill gave him an icy stare and the man hid behind a newspaper. However he looked with some interest when Colin opened his bag and collected a new mini thong without trying to hide what he was doing.
The picnic lunch was great, with soft drinks for Colin and a small bottle of wine for Bill. A very helpful Colin fetched some coffee from the buffet car for Bill. Arriving at the Gare de Lyon later the rather strained atmosphere had gone and the two looked forward to an exciting evening.
They were a bit early for checking into the hotel and their room wasn't ready. They left their luggage there and went for a walk in the Tuileries Garden. Looked upon as a father and son they could walk hand in hand without too many strange looks.
Sitting in the shadow of the heavy green trees, Colin suddenly asked. "Do you remember the scene from the Tuileries in that very hot Cadinot movie we watched recently? Do you think that this really is a cruising area by night? I am horny thinking of that, and you've not fucked me today Daddy. I feel neglected." Colin pretended to pout.
Bill could not tell Colin but he was aroused as hell thinking of what Kasim might have arranged for later in the hotel.
Back at the hotel the man behind the desk looked very carefully at their passports with different family names. "Your son, sir?" he asked looking at young Colin. Before Bill could reply, a handsome black man in his mid-thirties came up to them. "I'm your porter, gentlemen. I've already taken your luggage to your room. Please follow me." He showed the way to a typical old-fashioned French hotel lift. Once everyone was inside, the man closed the iron gate and pressed the button for the top floor. It was a narrow lift and they were standing very close. Colin could hardly keep his eyes away from the porter's muscular thighs, his round butt, and his very visible bulge. The white, very tight, hall porter uniform wasn't hiding anything.
Coming out from the lift the porter led them up a spiral staircase to a room in the attic. Bill had been to many hotels over the years but he'd never seen anything like this. A large bed with a headboard composed of iron bars covered one wall in the room while a huge leather chair sat opposite. Colin thought it looked like an electric chair he had seen in horror movies as it had a number of leather straps on the arms. Colin also observed that the room had a lot of wall rings and some heavy wooden furniture. He even saw what looked like hoists and ropes high above the bed.
The three windows had black curtains and, without asking, the porter went over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. This made the room quite dark. Colin was not quite sure about what was going on and didn't feel very comfortable. At the same time he was aroused by the feel of the room and felt his cock stiffening inside his shorts.
"I've unpacked your luggage, gentlemen. You'll find your clothes in the dresser. Please sir, make yourself comfortable," the porter addressed Bill. Then turning to Colin he said, "And you young man have to go to the bathroom." Suddenly his voice became quite commanding "You go to the bathroom and clean yourself totally both inside and outside, and you stay there until I fetch you. Is that clear?"
Colin didn't know what to do. He looked at Bill who nodded, and Colin heard himself say, "Yes sir!"
When the man opened the door to the bathroom twenty minutes later he had changed, but Colin recognised him immediately. The black man was almost naked, wearing only a tight leather thong, a leather harness across his body and a black mask that covered his upper face. He carried a cock-whip at one side of his belt and a rather huge tawse on the other side. The man was holdIng a dog collar which he fastened tightly around Colin's neck.
"Come on boy, why did you put clothes on? Do you think you've something to hide from me?" The man used the collar to pull Colin into the dimly-lit room. "Strip off your clothes. You'll stay naked as long as you're in Paris. And hurry up." He used the cock-whip on Colin's arse. As soon as Colin was naked, the man threw him onto the bed and said, "Now hold your hands straight out while I secure you." He used handcuffs to link Colin's hands and the pressed the teenager's back against the iron headboard and locked him with his hands above his head. Then he turned on some lights - one spot just above Colin's head and one spot above the huge chair.
Colin could not believe what he saw. Bill was sitting in the chair, shirtless with his arms on the armrests, cuffed with some strange mechanical device. Colin felt helpless looking at Bill, but at the same time he had to take a closer look at the man he admired above all. Colin had hoped for an afternoon fuck from Bill after the long trip from Marseille. Just thinking of this, his little cock began stiffening despite being anxious about what was happening.
"What the hell's going on?" Colin cried.
This was immediately followed by a slap from the masked man. "You shut up or I'll gag you at once."
The man was very close to Colin who just whispered, "Yes sir!"
"This must be some sort of a role-play game," Colin thought. He would have been more turned on if Bill hadn't been cuffed.
"Your Dad has put me in charge now. I work for Kasim who has told me that your dad is too soft with you, and that you need to be treated hard to understand your role. Your Dad has accepted that I'm your master today. And your Dad is locked up." The man ended his speech with a grin. Colin looked at Bill with a worried expression.
"And the only man who can stop me is also your Dad," continued the masked man. "He has a button on his armrest. If he presses the button, then he's free at once and back in command. But at the same time he has lost, if you're not broken before that. My job is to give you physical pain and tough sexual stimulation, and to stress your Dad to accept it."
"But ifÉ" Colin started to argue.
"Shut up, slut! Who gave you permission to talk?" He got another slap from the open hand. "Last warning before gagging, okay. Do I hear, Yes Master?"
"Yes master," Colin whispered, not happy that his cock was hard as ever.
"Okay, then we know our roles here."
Bill was confused. Kasim had told him he'd arrange a role-play sm session with another man as something different from Colin's occasional cyber role-play games but he wasn't comfortable being locked up. On the other hand the strange man's body made him extremely horny, and looking at the naked Colin with a raging hard-on in this setting was like being a hot porn movie.
Colin didn't say a word when the man started to examine him, beginning with his nipples. He tugged them rather hard, squeezed them between his fingernails and then used his teeth to bite the nipples. Colin started to whine, putting his head backwards.
The man then turned to Colin's cock, which was dripping from the nipple abuse.
"Kasim must have told him about Colin's favourite fetishes," Bill thought as the man started his work on Colin's cock and balls.
"So the young whore is dripping already. Just wait until I torture you with my big black sword," he said pulling down his jock for a moment showing off a cock even bigger than Kasim's. Colin swallowed, being both horny and a bit worried.
"Spread your legs. Don't move or I'll cuff you." He started to play hard with Colin's balls, rolling his stones and tugging his scrotum. "Nice place to hang some heavy clamps." He suddenly used four fingers on Colin's cock, pulling the foreskin fully back. Colin let out a howl when the man used his other hand to squeeze his glans and open his piss-slit. "You like this rough treatment, don«t you? You're leaking like a pissing kid."
Suddenly the man rose and repositioned the handcuffs on the headboard with Colin facing the wall. "Open your legs and push your ass out for me. Let me look at your boy-cunt. Bet it's nice and tight, easy to torture, eh?" Colin did what the man said but when he put in two fingers without warning and without any lubrication, Colin screamed.
Bill wasn't quite sure if he approved of this but he saw that Colin still had a solid erection and there was a sticky stream of pre-cum dripping from his cockhead. However Bill gave a loud cough. The masked man apparently took the hint and found some cream before he put in fingers number three and four and started to finger-fuck the boy hard.
"I'm about to come!" Colin cried out.
"Don't you dare, little slut! I will stop that for sure." He grabbed the cock-whip from his belt, pressed the boy's legs even further apart with his own legs, and gave Colin four heavy strokes with the whip, hitting his balls and his cock. Colin groaned loudly but then relaxed knowing he wouldn't cum without permission.
"Ok, you need more pain. You beg for it, don't you? You beg for it don't you?" The man repeated.
"Please give me more pain, sir." Colin understood the rules.
Then the man showed that he was a professional. In just a few minutes he had lowered a chain from the ceiling and attached it to the handcuffs on the boy's wrists. Then he put a stretcher bar on his ankles, and to Colin's surprise fitted leather bands above his knees and tied these to the sides of the bed, forcing Colin to open his legs wider than was comfortable. Colin didn't complain until the man started to pull the chain upwards. Colin whimpered when his body was stretched. He had never felt so completely on display before. And finally the man fitted a tight leather strap around Colin«s cock and balls and tied the end of the strap to the foot of the bed. If Colin tried to move, his whole manhood would be painfully stretched. He was caged without a cage.
"Now we can start the real play, you little dripping slut," the man almost drooled.
Bill was becoming annoyed. He had accepted the rough play but he didn't like the man using degrading language time after time. Bill knew that this could end the game earlier than expected.
The masked man stood back to survey his work. Then he went forward and grabbed Colin's dripping cock. "May be you're enjoying this too much," he said. "But we can do something about that." He went to the side table and came back with two heavy spring-loaded clamps and attached them to Colin's nipples. Colin cried out but kept his erection. Then the man squeezed the teenager's balls before attaching a plastic bulldog clip to the skin below each one. Finally he tugged Colin's foreskin and attached a plastic bulldog clip to the skin on the cockshaft. The man studied Colin for a moment and then added some heavy weights to the nipple clamps. Soon Colin"s eyes were filling with real tears. The man took a step back and then slowly pulled the huge tawse from his belt.
Bill was about to press the stop button. Colin's skin was not to be marked before the photo session by Reynard. The man seemed to remember this and changed the tawse for the cockwhip. He started to use it on Colin's nipples. Bill could see that this made Colin extremely excited and when the man then used the whip rather lightly on Colin's cock and balls the youngster cried out, "I'm cumming!" And a load erupted from his cock and splattered over his body.
"Don't you think I'm finished with you!" the man shouted. Suddenly he stripped off, first his harness and then his thong. He was showing a cock which was slightly longer but thinner than Kasim's.
The man freed Colin from his leather straps and bulldog clips but left the weighted nipple clamps in place. Then he manoeuvred Colin so that he was bent over the end of the bed, still handcuffed. He attached the stretcher bar to leather straps just above the lad's knees, keeping his thighs spread. The boy was all to his use. "You want my cock, kid? Or are you afraid of a real man's cock?"
"Yes, fuck me please, sir. Fuck my arse!" Colin's own cock was tenting again.
The man collected some of Colin's spunk from his body and used it to lubricate the boy's arsehole. Then, without any foreplay, he started to press his huge cock into Colin's hole. Colin pushed back and gave the man full access. His cock was inside the boy in seconds and he started on a fast and heavy fuck. Colin was moaning, and Bill could see that he took it well, even if his position was very uncomfortable.
"Yes, open up your boycunt for me, you little whore," the man shouted as he was spunking off inside the boy. That was the end for Bill. He pressed the button, rose in a hurry from the chair and pulled the man off Colin. The he grabbed the fallen tawse and started to whip the man's back and buttocks with it.
The man started crying after a few strokes and Colin shouted, "Stop it, Dad. It's just a game!"
"It's not a game when he calls you dirty names. He will never do that again, for sure." He gave the man another hard stroke and then told him to "fuck off."
With the man gone, they got into bed and Colin cuddled up to Bill's body. They just held each other for a while but both were very horny. Kissing and touching soon turned into a wild fucking session.
Colin and Bill were wakened by someone knocking on the door. The hall porter was back dressed in his tight white uniform. The man said, "Good evening" and then entered the room and opened the curtains. They looked out and saw it was early evening in Paris. "Would you like something to drink gentlemen?" He poured them glasses of sparkling wine and then went on. "A car will be here in 45 minutes taking you to your dinner. I will prepare the bath for you." He went into the bathroom.
"Has this been a dream?" Colin used his hand to check his rather sore butt hole and he saw that the chains from the ceiling were still there. Bill just shrugged and then gave Colin a kiss.
"Why did you end the game so fast?" Colin asked Bill when they were sitting at Restaurant Le Zimmer in Place du Chatelet enjoying a very nice dinner.
"Because it ceased to be game when he used abusive language. Never in my life will I allow anybody to bully you, son." He put his big hand on top of Colin's hand and smiled.
After being very normal tourists in Paris the next day it was a very satisfied Colin who entered the gay club with a proud Bill that evening. For the first time since turning eighteen Colin was entering an adult establishment and he was very happy not be asked about age.
The two were dressed in denim. They had been told that this was the dress code for the evening. The day's shopping had been exciting for Colin, and even Bill was happy to try new clothes with his young lover full of positive remarks. Bill wore tight long denim trousers with some leather decorations. Colin had been unsure about turning up with high cut denim shorts but the look from the young man serving the locker room told Colin that his choice was the right one. Just the look from the man made Colin's cock stiffen.
"Can I take some of your clothes, guys?" The young man asked. Colin preferred to keep his sexy cut tank-top on. The tight, all white item didn't hide his stiff chocolate-coloured nipples while it showed off his swimmer's build perfectly. It also highlighted his tanned skin. His nipples were quite sore after yesterday's heavy treatment, but some special cream from Kasim helped those.
"Daddy, I want to see you shirtless," Colin said to Bill. "I love you when you show off your great body and I think everybody else will love it too." Bill was a bit embarrassed but very pleased by his young lover's comment.
"I agree, sir. Most of the guys inside are shirtless and it's very warm this evening, don't you think?" The young man was smiling, even taking another close look at Colin who was one big smile, flirting with the boy at the entrance. Bill could see that Colin was back in his playful mood.
"Okay young men, you win." Bill stripped off his newly bought t-shirt and showed off his strong, hairy torso. A very careful trimming of his body hair, and some trimming of the hair in his armpits, together with the tanning sessions in south of France this summer made Bill look like a god in Colin's eyes. Colin nearly spunked in his pants when he watched Pierre trim the hair on Bill's body the previous week. And when Pierre shaved his daddy's balls Colin just lowered his shorts and started to wank. Pierre had smiled and asked Colin to wait so that he didn't have to spill his jizz on the floor.
Now shirtless, in low-fitting denims with a heavy black belt, Bill entered the bar with Colin at his side. Bill's jeans were so tight that his bulge was clearly visible even though he was still flaccid. "Or is a bit aroused already," wondered Colin. Bill appeared very confident and Colin decided that he must have a very specific plan for what was going to happen in the bar.
They came into a very crowded area. Guys of all ages were standing around two huge bars. By the walls were some leather sofas, and at the far end of the room there was a stage. The nearest bar ended in a small stage with a pole. The lighting was fancy and the music was heavy. "Not a place for conversations, but for drinking, dancing and cruising," Bill thought. On the pole stage a young man started dancing, dressed in nothing but a red thong. The other stage was empty.
Behind the bars were three bartenders with very nice young bodies. All were naked but for short aprons covering their goodies.
Before going over to the bar, Colin said: "I have to piss."
"Well, get on with it then," Bill said with a grin on his face. "Normally kids of your age don't need help."
Colin pinched one of Bill's buttocks and went off to find the toilet. He found it behind the bars, a really fancy place with lots of mirrors and discreet lighting. However there was a huge old-fashioned piss trough rather than modern urinals. Although it looked very clean, it smelled like a public toilet.
Colin didn't go into one of the cubicles as he would have done some months ago. He went directly to the middle of the piss trough between two other men. One was a young guy and the other was about Bill's age. Colin unzipped, pulled his shorts and his tiny briefs a bit lower than he had to, and pulled out his semi-erect cock. As he started to piss, his eyes went to the other men's cocks. The young one had lowered his jeans so his cock and balls were clearly visible and Colin thought he was well hung. The older gentleman wasn't pissing. He had a large erection and Colin guessed he had been watching the young lad when he had stepped between them. The man began playing with his glans and foreskin with his other hand. Colin became fully erect in seconds and his piss ended high up on the wall in front of him. None of the men moved away. The young guy also sported a hard-on now and suddenly he reached out and took a solid grip of Colin's small but very hard cock. "See you later," the young man said to Colin before zipping up and leaving. Colin left immediately afterwards and the older man was left standing with his cock in his hand.
"Anything of interest?" Bill asked Colin when he returned to the bar.
"No, nothing," was his answer.
"Why are you sporting a hard-on then?" Bill asked. "And why are you leaking?"
Colin smiled and responded, "Why are you?" Then he touched Bill's very visible erection.
"Please buy me a Coke, daddy. I'm thirsty." The two of them found a place by the bar. Colin got his Coke and Bill got a beer, the first of many for him that night.
A drag artist announced that the show was about to start. It wasn't the kind of show they had expected. Apart from a few dancers, most of the people on stage were members of public. Everyone was dancing to the latest hits while YouTube videos played on a number of screens. There was no sex on stage but there was a lot of nudity, including some full frontal displays.
Colin loved the concept though. Bill could see that. In seconds he was in front of the stage, looking up, dancing and singing along. Bill knew from the recent private shows that Colin had developed a lot as an entertainer.
"The kid's enjoying himself," a handsome young man standing beside Bill expressed. "Heard you speaking English together," he went on. "I struggle here with almost everyone speaking French around."
"We're from Scotland," Bill answered with a big smile. "Can I get you a beer?"
"Yes, I'd love another." The young man put his hand on Bill's naked shoulder and stroked him in a friendly manner. Bill didn't move away.
"Can't do much unless you understand what people are saying," said another young lad standing at the other side of Bill.
"You two are together?" Bill asked.
"Just met here in Paris," was the answer. "A lot of clubs here."
"Three beers then." As Bill ordered the second young guy was putting his hand across Bill's hips and caressing his lower back. Bill felt flattered by the attention.
Bill took a glance at Colin as he swallowed some of his beer. The boy was in a world of his own just a few steps away. Bill saw that some of the guys around were touching him from time to time, tugging in his clothes, putting arms around him, but nothing serious. It was just mild flirting as they danced. "Let the kid have a good time," one of Bill's new companions said when he saw that Bill was watching Colin closely.
The three started on another round of beer. Bill felt a hand slide down behind his belt, caressing his upper crack. He opened his belt a little to give the lad easier access. His young hand was very close to Bill's arsehole and he gave him access. Bill tented, horny as a devil but feeling a little confused. He wanted to feel these young men's goodies and he used both hands to grope the two heavy bulges at the same time. The young men moved closer and opened their flies to allow a finger inspection from Bill.
Another round of beer was ordered. The part of the bar where Bill and the two guys were standing was a bit out of public sight. Suddenly Bill felt his fly being opened and his big cock being pulled out. Two hands, one from each guy, was stroking him, wanking his cockhead, pressing his foreskin back and playing with his oozing pre-cum. One of the young guys went down on his knees in front of Bill and started to lick the dripping cock. Bill was about to erupt just there.
Suddenly Bill came to his senses. He saw that Colin was queuing up to enter the stage. "Sorry lads, I have to piss," he said, adjusting his hard cock and zipping his fly.
Going to the toilet, Bill went straight to the piss trough, pulled out his cock and managed to start pissing despite having a boner. He saw that both the English guys had followed him in and they too started pissing. When they had all finished one said to Bill with a husky voice, "Will you allow me to clean you?"
"Okay, but do it fast," said Bill. "I want to see my son on the stage out there." The lad fell to his knees in front of Bill, took the huge cock into his mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.
"Keep a little for me," his mate said. Bill turned to the other side and let the other lad suck him for a minute. Then he left the toilet and went back to the bar.
Colin gave a big smile when he saw Bill watching him. Colin was dancing, with two professional dancers behind him. Colin was certainly the star of the moment. He had stripped off his tank-top and his oiled upper body with the large puffy nipples was a beautiful sight for the men below. He was holding his tank-top and he raised his arm to swing it in the air like a helicopter blade. He was already barefoot. Then he dropped the tank-top and turned his bum to the audience. He pulled his denim shorts down, turned around, then pulled them back up. Someone started to shout, "Shorts off! Shorts off!" and others joined in the call. So Colin took off his shorts and danced wearing nothing but his white, nearly see through, mini thong. And he started to tease. Everybody could see his small but very rigid hard-on and those standing nearest could even see the damp patch around his cockhead. The two professional dancers came forward with a thin piece of cloth and covered Colin's lower body. Behind the cloth he undressed completely and gave the white thong to one of the dancers who sniffed it eagerly and put it in his mouth.
Suddenly the light was turned off and the music stopped. Less than a minute later, the light came back on, revealing Colin and the two dancers totally nude and with throbbing erections for everyone to see.
The two dancers then helped Colin to put his thong on. They lifted him upon their shoulders and carried him across the bar to the small stage with the pole. Colin, fully erect in his see-through white thong, started to dance alone around the pole with the audience clapping. After a while the two dancers took Colin's hands and led him onto the bar between all the drinking guests. They cleared some space and then laid Colin down on the bar counter.
Colin put his hands above his head. He didn't touch himself at all. He just lay there and showed off. He didn't have to say anything. The men around him played with his body, but not in a dirty way.
Bill wasn't very happy with so many men touching Colin and was about to intervene and end the show. However his new mates whispered to him, "Let him end the show himself. He loves the attention." And Colin sure did. He lowered his thong to be totally nude in front of his admirers.
Bill could see that Colin was nearly in a trance when he put his heels on the counter and then used his hands to go up in his trademark bridge pose. His cock was dripping pre-cum and Bill knew from the sound of his breathing and the slight tremor in his body that Colin was about to spunk off very soon. And then Colin cried out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" And then he shot volley after volley of spunk into the air to land on his body. The audience cheered and applauded.
Bill moved fast wanting to help clean Colin, but he didn't have to worry. In little more than few seconds there was no spunk on the young man's body. Fingers from those around had quickly scooped it up.
Bill lifted Colin down from the bar top, hugged him passionately and then kissed him.
"Can you buy me something to drink, please Dad? I'm dying of thirst."
Suddenly a bartender appeared with a huge drink, a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. "On the house for our new entertainer," he said.
The music started again but Colin now stood in Bill's arms, with Bill covering his naked son's body. Bill's two new mates were also around the young man to give him some privacy.
After finishing his drink Colin said, "I'm going to the locker room to put some more clothes on." He held the white thong in front of him trying to cover a new erection as he left the bar.
"The best show ever, the best double show," the young man in the locker room said. "Saw it all from here."
"It was hot," Colin said, "but I'm horny again. I never got my cock touched in there so I had to do the job myself. The dancers told me I wasn't allowed to cum on the stage."
"Not on the stage, that's the rule yes. But at the bar it's no problem if you're sweet enough." He winked at Colin and fell down on his knees before putting Colin's cock in his mouth. He tugged Colin's balls, played with his sore nipples and in less than five minutes he let Colin spunk off inside his mouth. Colin cried out as he held the boy's head close to his belly and come back down to earth.
"Another Coke, or do you want to celebrate with something stronger?" Bill asked Colin when he came back to the bar.
"I want something really strong. I want you, Daddy. I've been waiting for nearly three hours to be fucked. But I don't want to be fucked in a public toilet. Please take me back to the hotel room and fuck the shit out of me," said Colin. "You can bring those two sweet lads with you if you want. Maybe they will fuck me as well." Colin looked over at his Dad's bar company.
Bill didn't know that Colin had noticed his flirting earlier. "No, I only want you," he said.
"Come back tomorrow night," the young man at the entrance said as they were leaving. "Tomorrow is our all nude night."
"That's not for us, Daddy. I know you're too shy for that." Colin smiled and Bill put his arm around the teen's shoulder as they walked back to the hotel.
The fucking in the attic that night was marvellous for both of them. No other person in the world could fuck Colin like Bill, and no other person could bring the man to ecstasy like his "son".
To be continued