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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 85
"Oh ColinÉ Oh Colin, I have toÉ I have to." Bill morning-fucked the young body in front of him with heavy strokes. The youngster curled his legs around the grown-up man's torso, screamed, whined and lifted his bottom to follow the man's heavy thrusts.
"Harder, sir! PleaseÉharder! Let me cum again, let meÉ let meÉahh!" The youngster jerked his cock that glistened from pre-cum and his earlier orgasm.
"Give him your cock, Colin. Let father and son fill him up." Bill looked at the naked Colin who put his stiff prick into the waiting mouth. "Fuck him, son. Fill him, fill himÉyeah, yeahÉ" Bill couldn't hold back. The last half hour's heavy fuck was enough for the Scottish stallion.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "I'm cumming!" He sent his morning spunk deep into the boy's mouth and filled it. At the same time his daddy withdrew from the warm hole, gave his 9.5 inch (24 cm) cock some hard jerks, roared and then spat his jizz all over the body underneath him. White drops fell on the well-tanned body, and some splashed on the brown balls and the tiny cock.
"Fuck! Fuck!" The youngster cried as he lifted his hips and spunked off. He was the third to cum this early morning but it was for the second time for him.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for visit. And thank you, Colin. Fun to meet you. Your daddy is...yes, you know!" Young Kazuya smiled while Colin cleaned his body with his tongue and lips, and then moved down to clean his daddy's dripping cock.
"Let me!" Bill very carefully pushed Colin aside before he knelt and took the young Asian boy's cock back in his mouth.
"Who could resist such a morning invitation," Bill said. He was dressed in only two items, his sport shorts and a t-shirt. "And we needed the exercise, son. Let's jog back to the others and make some breakfast now!" Bill handed a pair of shorts to the still naked Colin.
"Are you not taking photos today, sir?" Kazuya was sitting in the middle of his bed. Bill used a finger to collect a drop of white cum from the boy's chin, and then he bent down and kissed the youngster's forehead. "No more photos. I'll keep the story from yesterday just for myself, as a Bergen fairy-tale." Bill smiled.
"Maybe we will see you before you leave for Oslo," Colin said. "Bergen isn't that huge, and if you are horny enough, quite small!" He looked at his Dad and grinned.
Bill and Colin jogged the shortcut across the city park, and were soon taking the steps to Olav's flat like real competitors. "Did he call you this morning?" Colin asked.
"No, he sent me a text message last night," Bill answered.
"Before or after your confession?" Colin went on.
"Yes!" Bill answered, and stripped Colin. Then he stripped himself and dragged the smiling Colin into the old-fashioned bathroom.
"A familiar sound coming from that bedroom," Bill said. Bill, helped by Colin, was setting the table with a late breakfast.
"I guess Bjarne is getting some practice, and Olav is a happy helper I'm sure." Colin smiled. "Olav and I taught Bjarne to fuck last night. He's a beginner with boys you see, and not lucky with girls either."
"And what advice did you two small-cocked babies have to give him about fucking." Bill had problems talking, he was laughing and couldn't stop.
"Any funny stories to share?" A naked Olav crossed the room followed by Bjarne; the latter tried to cover up his morning-wood, but in vain.
"Hurry up and eat breakfast, guys. Thor has returned from Oslo and he wants to see us all for lunch. We need to make some plans for the weekend. The fjord-boat to FlŒm is leaving tomorrow morning, and Thor is into this Viking event as well." Bill had taken on a father-of-the-house role, and Colin loved him when he forgot that he talked to young adults.
The morning was great. The sun was playing with the silent sea; the quite old fjord-boat was already at the entrance of Norway's longest fjord, `Sognefjorden'. During the day they would visit two of the most famous tourist spots in this part of the country, the N¾r¿yfjord fjord, and at the end the village of FlŒm, with one of the world's most spectacular railways, going up to the mountain plateau above.
Colin felt guilty. He did not think of geography, or tourist spots, or railways. He had just bumped into a man in a white uniform Ð having been a bit clumsy when he left the toilet a short time ago. The man had smiled at him and Colin thought he had winked at him too. "Probably just wishful thinking," Colin said to himself. He was standing close to the stairs from the bridge, looking down at Bill and Thor and the rest of the group relaxing in deck chairs.
"A penny for your thoughts, young man." The man in his white summer uniform was standing beside him. With light shoes on, Colin hadn't heard him arrive.
Colin didn't know what to say; he was suddenly in a bit of a daze. The man he had been dreaming about was beside him.
"I'm Halvor. Did I scare you? I'm the first officer on this old lady." The man in his sixties held his hand out to Colin.
"Nice to meet you, sir. Sorry for the collision earlier today. I'm Colin. I'm from Scotland." He smiled.
"I guessed that," the man answered. "I noticed the saltire flag on your polo-shirt. Nice country Scotland!"
"Nearly as nice as Norway!" Colin grinned. Nothing more was said. Both of them were looking at the view.
"I'd better go on with my job," Halvor said. "Have a nice trip. Nice to meet you." He placed a tanned grown-up hand on Colin's shoulder.
Colin tried not to stare at the sexy well-dressed man. "What did dad say about thinking with head andÉ?" Colin thought when the man entered the stairs to the bridge like a teenager and Colin had to adjust the bulge in his city-shorts. "Why did I lose my tongue?" Colin thought. "The man must think I'm stupid!" Again Colin focused on the view, but like when passing another person and having to turn to check him out, Colin turned around. The first officer turned around too at the same time, and four eyes met.
"You want to see the view from the bridge, son?" the man shouted.
The sound from the ventilators was disturbing, but Colin got the message. He climbed the stairs in a hurry. "That would be cool, thank you sir!" Again Halvor put a hand on Colin's shoulder and showed him into the narrow bridge. A young sailor was standing by the steering wheel. He smiled at Colin, but concentrated on his duty.
"All well, Trym?" The first officer asked, before he continued in front of Colin. "There are two of us on the bridge. The young sailor does the job at the wheel, and I, when the captain isn't present, am responsible for the manoeuvring. When the weather is like today, we can take a break outside, but still be on duty." He continued showing Colin around. He was a proud and good guide. As he said, he loved his `old lady'. Colin was a listening and interested student and was very happy to have the man's touching hands.
"You may take a break, Trym. Get yourself a coffee before we turn into the narrow fjord. I have a new seaman here to take over the job for a while. With hands on Colin's shoulder, the first officer placed Colin by the huge wooden wheel. He put his hands on Colin's and made him find the right position.
"Look straight ahead, son, and control the compass. Steady!" Colin was on his own now, but the first officer was so close behind that Colin felt the man's breath in his fluffy curls. He had to close his eyes, his knees were trembling. "Steady, son. Look at the compass." Halvor adjusted the wheel some centimetres. Colin had changed course without knowing. "The lady is a bit ticklish, you see," Halvor found some naked skin between Colin's t-shirt and shorts.
"The man is teasing me!" Colin thought. The experienced youngster knew this game. Very gently, he pushed his bum back and then moved a bit backwards. "If the man moves back too, then he's not interested," he thought. "If he meets my move, there could be something." Colin met a grown-up body. "I'll try once more," he thought, but kept his hands steady on the wheel. His bum and lower back was met by the man's firm erection. The first officer put his arms on Colin's hips and let his lips touch Colin's sun-warm hair. The door to the bridge was suddenly opened and Trym was back.
"I brought you some coffee, sir." The lad was bit confused about the closeness between his boss and the young visitor.
"You better take the wheel now, Trym. We will soon reach the narrow fjord, and we will meet that new tourist boat from FlŒm out there." Halvor pointed out a huge glass and steel catamaran moving towards the inner part of the fjord.
"I think we will use that boat," Colin said, looking very unhappy. "My folks want to take the train up the mountain too."
"You will have fun on that vessel," Halvor said. "The speed is great, and the view from that boat is like a movie in this fine weather."
A silent Colin left the bridge to find his waiting company. He was not in the mood to leave this ship.
"Have you seen, Colin?" Bill asked Thor. They were about to find the gangway to leave the boat.
"I saw him on the upper deck some minutes ago. He'll be down," Thor answered.
"What's he doing? He hasn't been with Olav either." Bill sounded a bit worried.
"The lad is hunting!" Thor went on. "The young man has put on his gaydar, I'm sure. You know your son, don't you? Very much like his dad." Bill grinned, then he used an elbow in Thor's side.
"I steered the boat, Daddy. Cool!" Colin touched Bill's hand.
"HowÉ?" Bill combed Colin's fluffy hair with his fingers.
"You see the officer, heÉ." Colin had to stop talking. The leaving passengers lined up to leave the ship. Colin saw that the first officer, Halvor, was standing by the gangway looking after the embarkation. The slim man, probably about 6ft 3in (1.90cm), in his white uniform, was a contrast to the rather old-looking fjord-boat. Colin got a huge smile and a clap on his shoulder from the man. He blushed, but found the man's eyes.
After a short walk on the quay and a visit to the info-kiosk they were about to board the luxurious catamaran to FlŒm.
"Did you see the young seaman that checked our papers?" Thor whispered to Bill. "Such a beauty. Haven't seen a bum like his since the Russian ice-skaters ages ago," Thor teased. "His name was Tommy, wasn't it?"
"Not much of a bulge though," Bill grinned back. The normally very serious `old men' were enjoying their summer holiday.
"A boy with a bum like that doesn't need much in front." The professor punched his friend's shoulder.
"Too short a trip to get into his trousers, Dad." Colin had heard the conversation.
"I hope to get into yours soon, darling. Haven't seen you all morning." Bill hugged his son. "I'll leave the checking to your professor." With a roar the catamaran left the quay. The `old lady' would follow during the afternoon. Colin saw the white uniform on the wing of the bridge and waved. He got a wave back.
"You check into the hotel for us, Colin. Sorry that you became seasick!" Bill gave Colin the booking papers.
"Not seasick, Daddy. Just tired. I'll take a nap with Olav now. We have tickets for the train tomorrow you know, all of us!" Bill and Thor were heading for the train carrying their photo equipment. They would have a long photo stop at the famous waterfall.
"You really want a nap, Bro?" Olav questioned his `piss-brother' when they had received their hotel keys.
"You think I'm ready for the old folks home?" Colin commented. "Find your JustColin speedos, brother. We should tease some oldies in the pool, don't you think?" Olav knew his friend. There would be some play both with and without speedos in the next hour.
"Suck me harder, brother. I need to cum soon." Colin was standing in the hotel's locker room while Olav was sitting on a bench in front of him sucking and licking his balls.
Olav looked at him. He needed a small break so Colin wanked himself for a bit. "How many followed you to the bathroom?" Olav asked after he had swallowed and dried his eyes.
"Three!" Colin answered. "But these Americans are so scared. Not easy to piss with a wet speedo, so I had to take it off. But none of them touched me. They just looked and squeezed their own dicks."
Olav tugged his friend's balls before he took the 4 inches (10 cm) into his mouth again. "Did Dad let you cum on the boat today, honey, or did he just please himself?" Colin took Olav's head and mouth-fucked him. Olav nodded, he couldn't speak. "Did he cum then?" Colin asked again.
Olav shook his head. "He said he would save his milk for us tonight," Olav gasped and tried to talk.
"For us! Nice, brother. Hot midsummer. Please put some fingers in me. Be hard, Olav. Be hard, you Viking-son!" Colin spread his legs and opened his arse-cheeks.
Olav spat on his fingers and let Colin take two, then three. Colin howled, but looked around and closed his own mouth with his open hand. "Hard enough, Bro?" Olav finger fucked him up to his knuckles.
"Yes, more, more." Colin pulled Olav against his crotch, keeping his whole cock inside the hot mouth. "I'm cumming, Bro! I'm cumming! Best suck, best suck." First spunking for Colin since Bill fucked him in bed that morning, so he had a lot to give. And his piss-brother was not a newcomer in the sucking game. He took every drop, rotated his tongue, showed Colin the huge load, then he swallowed and licked his lips. Colin kissed him and licked his lips too.
"Now stand up, Olav, and let me return the favour. You are dripping. Have you cum already, baby?"
"I have, twice," Olav blushed. "But I need to piss."
"No problem, Bro. Just give it to me!" The two boys changed position and Colin took care of Olav's yellow liquid, every drop. "But you are still hard brother, I don't believe you cum for real. No real orgasm eh?" He wanked his piss-brother with two fingers, then licked his shaft, sucked him, and wanked him again. He bit his glans very lightly, and then he used his hard lips around the swollen cockhead. Olav could not stand on his feet. In silence he sent his white boy-cream all over his friend's body. As usual Colin counted. "Eight Bro, eight, you are a real slut. All you Vikings are, aren't you?" Colin grinned.
After a quick shower the boys left the pool area. "You take care of Bjarne then, Olav? Guess he needs some comfort too. He shares a room with seven guys over there, he told me. Wish I stayed at the youth hostel too." Colin was looking at his watch again and again and Olav knew he wanted to get away. "See you when the oldies are back from the train!" Colin grinned and hurried to his room.
Dressed in his tiniest and tightest sport shorts and a white singlet Colin jogged the path from the hotel, down to the village square and out on the left pier. He looked at his watch again. "On time, just in time!" he said loud to himself.
The old fjord-liner was decked out for Midsummer. Around the ship were small birches, many flags, and the boat had hoisted all the signal-banners from front to aft. On the main deck was a man playing an accordion and a group of young dancers in national costumes entertained the tourists and the locals. It was a fine start for the Midsummer festival in FlŒm. But Colin was more than excited. Yes, two men in white uniforms were on the bridge wing. A lower, slightly bent man, and beside him the man Colin hoped to see, Halvor, the first officer. A huge crowd was waiting for the midsummer ship's arrival. Colin waved. Halvor waved too. Did he see Colin in the crowd? Colin felt that he did. Then he looked behind him, a bit to the side. Another young man was waving and seemed to have contact with the man on the bridge. Colin recognised him. The young handsome lad from the last boat, the youngster Thor and Bill had joked about, Tommy! Colin hesitated but waved again. Now he was certain that Halvor recognised him.
The man with the accordion, and the dancers went in procession across the square, and most of the people followed. The ship was empty and so was the ship's bridge. Colin felt a hand on his shoulder. "You recognise me?" Tommy smiled a white and beautiful smile. His English was excellent. Well-tanned, and dressed in shorts and t-shirt he looked stunning.
"Yes, you are the deck steward from the boat," Colin said. "The sexy boy that made my old guys nearly faint." Colin grinned and saw that the youngster looked down and blushed.
"They seem to have some sexy ones among their own company," the young man responded with a smile. Colin liked him at once.
"It looks as we are waiting for the same man. You knowÉ the first officer?" Tommy asked.
"I only met him on the boat from Bergen. He was so kind. He showed me the bridge and let me even try to steer the ship."
Tommy smiled, but did not comment. "Not the first time," he thought.
Not easy to recognise the middle-aged seaman, dressed in denim and cap, far from the smart look in his white uniform. "The same nice smile," Colin thought. "And a very visible bulge in his tight blue jeans."
"What a surprise," the man said. "Two of the beauties in FlŒm waiting for an old sailor. You two know each other?"
"We saw each other on the boat," Colin answered.
"And I guess both of us find you very attractive, sir," Tommy went on with a grin.
"A pity that I have to take a group out in the fjord in a couple of hours then. Could have been nice to celebrate midsummer with you two. You are off work, Tommy?" Halvor put a hand on Tommy's arm.
"Yes, I'm off until tomorrow afternoon. I will party tonight, for sure!" Tommy answered.
"And you, young man, what are you up to?" The man looked at Colin with a smile.
"I hoped you would go on with the contact from the boat, sir. A lot can be done in a couple of hours! I fancy men in uniform, but most of all without!" Colin couldn't believe what he heard from his own mouth.
Both of the seamen busted into laughter. "Not an innocent kid you caught this time, you snake!" Tommy punched Halvor's chest.
"You mean you would like to see us naked?" Tommy asked.
"Of course! Are you not curious about me, guys?" Colin placed his hand on Halvor's fist.
"I am, very. How old are you, boy? Sixteen, I hope." The man looked around.
"I'm nineteen, sir, and I loved the touch you gave me today." Colin smiled.
"You mean you loved my hard cock close to your round butt?" The man was very direct too.
"Yes sir, if you put it that way." Colin let Halvor hug him from behind.
"What about you, Tommy? Have you longed for my hard cock, or have you sold your butt to the Americans?" Halvor grinned.
"I can't wait for your cock, sir." Tommy was suddenly polite like Colin. "Could be fun to play with this boy too."
"Okay. Then we are settled, come with me." Halvor put an arm around Colin, and Tommy followed. After a long walk the man stopped in front of a beautiful old house, found the key under the doormat and opened the door. "You remember this house, Tommy?"
"Yes, sir. You took me here the first time I was allowed to steer your ship. Five years ago, eh? And you fucked me on that sofa," Tommy pointed at an elegant piece of furniture in a room filled with paintings and antiques.
"Old memories, guys. We don't have time for that, do we? I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard, and I want it now. I want to see your hard weapon, sir." Colin stripped down to his tiny JustColin open-back bikini.
"Okay kid, I love your direct style. Come over here and help yourself!" Halvor placed his arms behind his neck and pushed his hips forward.
Colin did not wait. He knelt before Halvor and opened his jeans. He pulled them down and found the stiff weapon inside tight, very modern boxers. Colin sniffed and licked the cockhead he found through the thin fabric.
"Prepare the kid for me, Tommy." Halvor looked at the young seaman. "Make his cunt as willing as your own." The already naked Tommy helped Colin to get rid of his last piece of clothing and used his fingers to find the boy's love entrance. Colin turned and gave the older youngster a smile. He was in a way pleased when he saw that Tommy was even less equipped than himself. The very stiff, but small cock, was dripping wet, and the youngster was as clean as Colin himself; no hair on his young body.
Colin stood up, helped Halvor to remove his shirt, and then with small hands he pulled down the man's boxers. He revealed a man-cock to admire, not the size of his dad's cock, probably about 8 inches (20 cm), but dark, veiny and with a mushroom cockhead Colin had not seen since his coloured friend in the Canaries when he turned eighteen.
"You think you can take my cock inside you, love? Sucking is fine if you are too tight. I don't want to hurt you," Halvor whispered.
Colin answered by licking and biting the man's brown nipples and he used his fingers to caress the mushroom head. He moaned at the heavy rimming from Tommy. The sailor's tongue was inside his arse-hole now, and the youngster was playing with his cock as well. Colin was as horny as ever, and just wanted to get the heavy tool inside him.
Halvor went over to the sofa and sat down. Colin took the signal and knelt between his legs. Over the next several minutes the young student showed off his sucking and licking skills. Tommy continued to work on his arse, four young fingers now opened the youngster for the mushroom head.
"Come here, Tommy. Give me your little lovestick. I know how much you love to cum in my mouth." The larger youngster climbed the sofa and gave Halvor his cock and balls. Tommy spread his legs and Colin had a grand double view, the veiny cock he was sucking and the hardest and roundest butt he had seen. Not girlish, but boyish, with a very visible crack without hair. Colin moved from the sucking of Halvor to the rimming of Tommy.
"I'm close to cumming!" Tommy shouted. "I can't hold back!"
"Give Colin your spunk, Tommy," Halvor let Tommy turn around. The youngster sent his load into Colin's mouth in a heavy eruption. Colin kept it in his mouth, then he spat the boy-milk onto his hand and creamed up his own arse, before he licked the remains from the cute prick in front of him.
"Please give me your cock now, sir. I can't wait any longer. And please make me cum, sir. I want to cum when you are inside me," Colin begged.
"Okay, boy. But I don't like slaves and I don't like dogs. I want to see you when I fuck you. Okay?" Halvor helped Colin down onto the sofa. "You sit behind him and take care of his legs, Tommy. The boy can help you get hard again."
Colin lay down between Tommy's legs and the young seaman held his legs nearly up to his shoulders. The boy trembled with excitement when Halvor was handed a tube of jelly from Tommy. Halvor took some time to grease himself up, and even make his cockhead glisten.
"Ready, boy? Sorry if I hurt you." The first officer was uncertain about this tight youngster in front. He placed his cockhead outside the boy-cunt entrance and then he hesitated. The pressure was not real, and Colin was uncertain if the man was really hard enough.
"Show your manhood officer, don't be a softie," Colin teased. The man went into action, and Colin did what he always did. He went into action too. The mushroom-like cockhead went inside like an item of cleaning equipment, and it didn't stop just inside the sphincter. Colin pushed backwards until he felt the man's cockhair and balls. "Now show me how you fuck the boys you let steer your `old lady'!" Colin screamed. The cockhead was painful enough, but it turned into warm signals in seconds.
Halvor did not wait. He fucked Colin with a grown-up man's skills. "Give him your cock, Tommy. Let me see the boy suck you," he said.
Colin was hornier than he would have liked and he was leaking pre-cum as if he was pissing. "You really like this, kid. Really like to be pounded." Halvor grinned and fucked him hard.
Colin could not answer. "I'm cumming, sir. Have to, sir. I'm cumming!" He shouted. Hands free he sent his jizz all over the place. He hit Tommy, he hit the sofa, and he hit his own body. It was a very real eruption.
"Clean him Tommy, and change positions." Halvor gave orders now. He wasn't trying to please the boys. Tommy licked and swallowed as much as he could before he lay down between Colin's legs.
Tommy was easy to please. Even though he just had spunked off in Colin's mouth, he spunked off again very soon. But he was still hot and he worked Colin's cock to new edge.
Colin went into action. "You have Tommy here every week, sir. I'm just here today. Let me have your seed, sir. I want it inside me." He let the man lie down on the sofa. Then he climbed him, opened his cunt, and rode him with all his skill. "Let the boss eat your arse, Tommy. Let him lick your love-hole till you cum again." And that was what happened. Colin was about to cum again, and he knew that Halvor was close to his happy ending, but the first one to send his clear jizz over their bodies was Tommy, followed by Colin. Then with a roar that filled the house, the man Colin had met on the boat earlier today filled him with his white nectar.
An old-fashioned bell was heard in the room. "Damn," Halvor shouted. "I have to hurry. You two clean up here, okay? I have to shower."
Colin and Tommy lay down close together, kissed and licked spunk and pre-cum. "Does he always take the boys over here?" Colin asked.
"None since me, as far as I know. You were obviously something special!" Tommy found his clothes.
Bill and Colin were sitting on an old bench on the outskirts of the celebrating crowd. The picnic basket from the hotel had been marvellous and they had added to it with sausages on sticks, grilled on the open fire. Thor had brought a bag with drinks on ice and even a bottle of aquavit. The midsummer celebration was turning into late evening and some men put more wood on the bonfire. Colin was sitting as close to his dad as possible. He had been like that all evening. It was a night and evening to remember. Colin had never seen such an event at home, with people all around, food and drink, music and dancing, all in the not really dark evening. Tommy had passed them a while ago, giving a wave in greeting and smiling. Thor accepted when Tommy asked if somebody wanted to join him for a walk along the seashore, and some other students had collected Olav for some ball-play.
"You see the two guys over there, Daddy?" Colin turned his head. The two teenage boys were kissing and playing with their lightly-dressed bodies without shyness, and the people around didn't seem to bother.
"I've watched them for a while," Bill said. "Could be you and Olav!"
"Olav is too shy you know, never wants to kiss in public!" Colin commented.
"But not shy in bed anymore!" Bill had his hand on Colin's upper leg. The two watched the bonfire. It looked like a painting, people in silhouettes dancing in front. Shirtless and barefoot youngsters played with glowing sticks.
Colin let his head rest on Bill's shoulders. "Please fuck me, Daddy. The fire and the heat is making me super-horny, and the youngsters over there have made you hard too," Colin whispered.
"Not those boys, but you have made me hard." Bill placed Colin's hand on his crotch.
"Fuck me then, I want it now. It's a fantasy of mine to ride a cock in the middle of a cheering crowd," Colin said as he played with his Daddy's huge bulge.
"ButÉ" Bill looked at his `son'.
"No `buts' Daddy, please! And I know you love the idea too. We don't have to undress, and I'll try not to roar when I cum!" Colin climbed onto Bill's lap.
Colin was dressed in Bermuda shorts and quite a baggy hoody, so it was easy for him to slip his shorts down and stay covered by his top. He still wore the open butt bikini underneath so when he spread his legs and bent forward a bit Bill was able to put a finger inside his boycunt. Bill let Colin suck his fingers before he used them inside his arse. He spat in his palm and filled up the arsecrack and the open love-hole. Colin tried to be silent but he whined quietly when Bill added his third finger. Colin looked at the boys; they seemed to be busy with their own bodies. Neither Bill nor Colin saw an old man partly behind them. He followed every movement while he played with something inside his own trousers.
"Ready, son?" Bill whispered. "Just lift your bum a little, and I'll free my dick for you. It's good that I have some size because I won't be able to give you a deep fuck when sitting like this."
Colin felt the wet and swollen cockhead just outside his rosebud. He opened up and lowered his body. Bill's cock went inside, but it hurt like hell. The angle was wrong and the cock was super-hard. Colin couldn't stop himself from yelling out. The two boys looked at him, but he didn't care. He lifted his body again, moved a bit forward and took the cock from his Dad the correct way.
"This is what I have," Bill whispered. "Now you have to ride me to please the midsummer god."
"I'll ride you for any god, for all of them if necessary." Colin fucked his Dad with short strokes, before he started rotating like a small helicopter. Bill put his hands underneath Colin's t-shirt and found his nipples. He gave them some real torture. Colin was as wet as if he was pissing in his pants. He managed to get his cock and balls out of the tight piece of underwear. Again he looked at the boys close to him. He was sure that they were wanking but covered by their baggy training gear. Suddenly the two stood up, grinned at Colin, and ran hand in hand into the forest behind.
Colin was close to the edge now. The situation was electric. People in front could turn around, people could come from the forest, but Bill fucked steadily. Colin did not speak; he just tried not to cum. He was in trouble, but he was cool, his first fuck since morning, but he was horny as never before.
Thor and Tommy were suddenly back from their walk, both quite redheaded. Thor bent down to grab two beers. "Dad has his cock inside me, professor." Colin looked around. "Sorry that you can't help me with my milk again," he looked at Tommy now and then he made some very visual riding movements.
"You are damn hot," Tommy said and took the beer he was handed. "I wish the professor would fuck me like that. Didn't know the Bergen guys are that slow." Tommy pinched Thor.
"I'm not a Bergen guy, and I'm not fucking slow," growled Thor. "Find the place where you open your arse for the tourists and I'll give you a ride you won't forget!"
Colin whistled when Tommy took Thor's hand and the two hurried behind the old fishing-house.
"He's quite a guy that Colin," Tommy said when Thor in one single movement stripped him of his trousers and his underwear. He looked around. There were some pissing guys, but it was very dark in the shadows.
"Yes, he is. He's the best fucker around, and the best student as well, but you have the best butt tonight, sailor. Now spread for me!" Thor spat twice in his hand and opened the youngster who, without hesitation, spread his legs and bent forward. With one thrust Thor bottomed with his 10 inch (26 cm) cock. Tommy bellowed.
"Sorry for the Bergen talk, sir. Please take it easy. I'm not the slut you think." Tommy turned his face to the stallion who fucked him.
"Sorry lad, sorry." Thor caressed Tommy's upper body and his head. "You turn me on. You are great, son. I hope you will enjoy it now. I'll try to make us both happy," Thor kissed the youngster's neck and found his small, but very hard, cock. He moved slowly, and used his skill.
Soon Tommy the sailor asked for more, and soon the old house-wall dripped with the youngster's white cum. "Please go on sir, just go on. I'm sure you can get me hard again." Tommy fucked back to Thor's great pleasure.
"Help me now, Dad. I'm almost there. A little more. Yeah, yeah, Dad, you are the best. Come now. Come on." Colin closed his eyes. He was in another world. "I'm cumming dad, he whispered. "I'm cumming!" He put both hands under his top and managed to catch his spunk. There was a lot, especially considering it was his fourth orgasm of the day. Colin still found the riding a bit difficult, but he managed to squeeze his dad's cock with his arse-muscles just when his own milk left his balls.
Bill bit Colin's neck when he came. He tried to cum silently, but Colin heard his dad's whimper. The sound of orgasm was drowned in the first exploding fireworks. Colin felt the man he loved fill his cunt with a huge load of man-juice. In the lights, the sound, and the heat from the midsummer bonfire Bill kissed his son deep and lovingly. The old man next to them smiled to himself and used a fragile hand to remove some sweat drops from his forehead.
"Cheers," Bill lifted his beer.
"SkŒl!" Thor responded. "I'm happy to show you a Norwegian midsummer." Colin lifted his bottle too and Tommy followed like an old friend of the party.
A wet, cold and shivering Olav was standing in front of them. "We had a swim in the fjord after the match," Olav said. "It wasn't more than 12 degrees, they said. Far from tropical, guys."
"Come here, boy. Don't get a cold before the show tomorrow!" Bill found a huge towel, stripped the boy completely without hesitating and dried him. Colin wished he could have done this, but his dad was very much a dad now and Colin saw that Olav, even though embarrassed at being naked in front of them, loved the caring attention. "Now go over to the fire and warm up, and get yourself a drink too." Bill wrapped the boy in the towel and nearly pushed him in the direction of the dying, but still warm, bonfire.
"You love him too, don't you?" Thor looked at Bill with smiling eyes.
"Aye. He's my second son. you know!" Bill put an arm around Colin's shoulder.
"Bjarne has arrived tonight in Halvor's cabin cruiser. The old guy has a new cruiser you know." Olav was back from the fire, still just wrapped in the towel. He swallowed the aquavit he got with a huge grin. "He wants me to stay on-board overnight. Okay with you, Uncle?" Olav looked at Thor who nodded.
"Yes, but perhaps you should put on some clothes. I have your bag here. I guess everybody would like to see the new boat." Thor looked around. "You come too, Tommy! You can't walk all the way home tonight."
"It's not that far," Tommy said, not convincing anyone.
"I'll take the stuff to the hotel, and I need a shower," Bill said with a grin. "If someone needs a bed tonight, mine is huge." He waved the youngsters off and smiled when he saw Thor leave with his new favourite. "That man will have some nice days and nights in Africa," he thought.
The Viking ship was sailing in a breeze near the end of a narrow fjord. The squared streaky sail gave a good speed for the replica of a real Viking ship. Colin was really happy for the sunshine, for the view, and most of all he was proud of Olav. His brother' was standing like a young Viking prince at the front of the ship, dressed in Viking clothes, bareheaded and with his blond curls blowing in the wind. Colin had never adored his Norwegian pissbrother' more than he did now.
Colin had woken up early that morning with a bad conscience for what had happened the day before. "Nothing but the first officer and Tommy on my mind, and then Daddy. Olav had to sleep on that boat without my company," Colin had thought looking and listening to the sound of his dad, who was sleeping deep in the middle of the bed after too many aquavit-shots the night before.
Colin put on shorts only and hurried down to the marina. He had found Olav on a mattress looking a bit lonely, but smiling after Colin had given him a wakeup kiss. The two boys had waved to Bjarne, Olav's new roommate, before they - half-naked and barefoot, hand in hand - ran back to the hotel.
Bill had still been sleeping when the two boys dropped their shorts and climbed into the bed fully nude, one at each side of the stallion. The two had grinned without a word when they had witnessed the huge tent in the light cover. Minutes later two hands had met; the one playing with the "old man's" warm balls, the other stroking the hard morning wood.
The next hour in bed had been a dream. Bill had played with the boys, teased them to play games with themselves and with each other, and opened them completely and fucked them until they emptied their morning balls. When Bill himself had been taken over the edge, the two `brothers' had fought for his spunking cockhead with the result that Bill found that he had to take a photo of the two with faces full of dripping man-cum.
Both Colin and Olav had been lightly dressed in Colin's gear when Bill took the pair down for breakfast. Olav had been so happy for the morning love session that he just smiled when Thor, his uncle, came to the table accompanied by young sailor Tommy. The youngster had seemed a bit lost by the company, but had cheered up a lot when he met Colin.
Olav and Colin had been close all day, and Olav had told Colin a bit about what he thought was to be the more private part of the Viking program in the cult place called the Hof. From the boat they could now see a Viking settlement, with a lot of people in different actions. In the background was a replica of a huge Viking longhouse, and behind that a dark wooden house, not very big, but impressive.
The student group from Bergen, many of them the same group as the ones that visited Shetland, were shown into the open longhouse. In the middle of the room was an open fire and the students got their resting places on reindeer-skins and sheepskins in the open side-rooms. Now they gathered for a lecture in the `guild-hall' in the middle of the house. In the centre was a simulated tree, the world-tree, called Yggdrasil and around the hall the Midgard-snake. "Also called the "MidgardSerpent," Professor Thor lectured now. "A snake or dragon who lives in the ocean that surrounds Midgard, the visible world. So enormous is he that his body forms a circle around the entire world."
"Who's the god with the enormous...erm...penis?" one of the students asked. He was afraid that the lecture should be very long.
The normally very polite student Colin was impatient too. He and Olav had been playing with stiff and wet cocks inside their trousers since they had arrived at the house. Maybe Thor sensed the situation. He looked at Colin. "You wrote a paper about the phallus in mythology some time ago. You can tell our Norwegian friends the story about the penis-culture."
The group whistled when Colin adjusted his own bulge and went up to the wooden gods in the centre of the room. He used his hand to touch the huge wooden cock. Bill, sitting on the chief-chair behind the god-statues, suddenly had performance anxiety for his son. He had never heard him in front of a student group before.
"We all passed a stone-phallus on our way to the longhouse today," Colin started. "That huge erection is much older than the Viking age. The stone with the mushroom-like glans has been worshiped for centuries. You could probably see by the surface of the stone that this erect penis is.. what shall I sayÉwell used." Some of the girls tittered. Colin loved the situation.
"So, just a look at these three gods. Please professor, will you place yourself beside the man with the hammer." Colin grinned.
"The god Thor with his hammer Mjolnir was the most popular god during the Viking-age. You see the similarity, I hope." Colin smiled. "Odin standing next to him was on the other hand the most important among the gods; one-eyed, wolf and raven-flanked, as you can see, and with spear in hand. Odin pursues knowledge throughout the worlds."
"Why do you wait to tell us about the penis guy?" The same student was impatient.
"Because I hope somebody will volunteer to portray this guy," Colin stroked the wooden cock. "Maybe you?" He looked at the boy. Another round of whistling followed.
"It could have been a statue of a girl here, Freya, the most sensual goddess of all, but in every Hof we meet her brother Frey, the sexiest god of them all. Beside taking care of all human sexuality, he cares for agriculture and brings peace and pleasure to humanity." Colin turned to go back to his seat. "Take a look at his eyes, Frey is always lovesick, and as you can see..." Colin hesitated. "he's always ready for a...ermÉhot situation."
"Thank you, Colin. Are you not impressed that a Scottish guy knows so much about our Old-Norse history?" Thor ended his lecture. "Free time until eleven this evening. There's plenty of food and drinks out there - enjoy! And don't forget some of you have a role in the midnight sacrifice, the blot."
"I didn't know you were an academic expert in wooden cocks." Olav squeezed Colin's bulge. "Thought it was only a favourite hobby!"
Bill put an arm around the two boys. "Now guys, just be students, okay. And take care of Benjamin. He's a bit lonely, I think. See you tonight."
Bill went out of the room followed by old Halvor and Thor. "They need a morning-after drink, I guess," Colin thought before he gave Olav a short kiss on his lips. Then they hurried outside and found a bunch of dancing and playing students.
It was already dark when the small group met outside the longhouse. Both Thor and Bill, and even Halvor, had frequented more than one of the tents to taste the Viking 'mjod'. The boys had been into most of the sport events and Colin was very happy for the number one prize for the cold water swim across the fjord.
"Now it's time to give the gods their sacrifice," said Thor. "The chiefs will enter the 'hof' now. And you youngsters have to stay in the ship down here until you are called upon! Halvor is our `oldman' tonight and will be the one to decide which of you will be given to the gods." Again the professor's authority was followed, but the lads were not very happy at having to wait in the dark boat while the party was going on all around the place.
"You will find some proper clothes in the ship." Bill was acting as assistant to his Norwegian colleague. "You need no clothes, Colin. You like to stay naked, don't you?"
Colin just grinned at his dad. "You think I want to be nude in front of those lassies out there."
"But some of them are almost naked already. Might be a nice change for you." Thor teased Colin now.
"Over my dead body, professor! There will be no nude girls in my life, Vikings or not," Colin stated firmly.
"After the swim in the cold water you haven't much to display anyway." Olav, as small cocked as his 'pissbrother', was one huge grin. He squeezed Colin's bulge. Instead of turning away Colin gave him access, and closed his eyes.
"Save yourself for the gods now, you horny fuckers." A rare address by the normally very formal teacher.
Dressed in real Viking gear the three chiefs entered the longhouse. Bill smiled at Halvor when they saw at least two pairs of white butts pumping girls in the dark side-rooms. "Guess someone is praising the gods already," Bill commented.
In the guild-hall a lot of young students were dancing around the open fire. No heavy clothes on in the warm room. Three girls were dancing almost naked. The small bikinis did not cover much. Two lads, very macho, were dancing, or more correct to say, wrestling, dressed in small loincloths. Thor went up to them and gave them some messages. Bill smiled when he saw how Thor had his hand on one of the boy's naked buttocks when he talked to him. He didn't just touch him, the man's hand searched the naked crack. Bill saw the youngster spread his legs for the touch. "I understand Colin's first day admiration for that man," he thought. "He really has `fucking hands'. Bill had to adjust his own dripping cock. He was embarrassed that this light scene in front of him made him dripping horny.
"They will assist us," Thor said when passing through the hall to the back entrance.
The path from the longhouse to the hof' was surrounded by torches. The three chiefs were met by a young servant in light Viking gear. That role was given to Helge, Olav's room mate, who was happy to be involved in the blot'. Helge followed the men to the high-chairs behind the stone altar. In front of them were the same sculptures as the ones in the guildhall, a furious Thor with the hammer, a one-eyed Odin with his birds, and a Frey with an upright phallus. "That wood-cock looks well used," Bill said, grinning. He looked at the wooden cock that gleamed of oil and fat.
"Get that crazy goat outside," Thor shouted to Helge. A bleating goat had been tied to the pole beside the altar. A huge knife was on a flat stone and a bowl for collecting blood was there as well. "The gods need human sacrifice today," he continued and looked at the other chiefs who nodded. "And bring us more beer, Helge. It's hot in here." He threw away his furred coat. The torches on the walls gave light and heat. No doubt there was man-hood inside the tight wool trousers.
"Bring us the slaves. We'll see if they are fit for the gods!" Thor was standing now, lifting his bowl of beer. He went up to the gods and greeted them all with a taste of beer. Again he lifted the bowl and greeted the other chiefs. A loud `skaal' was heard in the dark room. "For wisdom!" He drank. "For power!" He drank again. "For fertility!" He emptied the bowl and went back to his seat.
The youngsters from the hall came into the room bringing two slaves. They were bound with heavy ropes around their wrists and they were naked and barefoot but for a sort of dirty cloth around the waist.
"Tie them to the pole!" Thor commanded. "And return to the hall and pleasure the pussies out there." The youngsters, still just in loin cloths used the ropes and tied up Olav and Benjamin (Halvor Jnr) to the pole. Then they left.
"Mark them!" Halvor gave Bill a bowl of lukewarm beer. With an animal tail he spread the beer over the boy's bodies. It should have been blood, but Bill had made it clear, no blood in the play today, so it had to be the beer.
"Now, untie them Helge and bring them over here!" Thor was standing again. "And strip them, we'll see if they are ready to please the gods!"
In the light from the flickering torches the two beauties were a sight. Both of them ready for the gods. Yes, both of then sporting young erections. Olav, the small-cocked nineteen years old student, and Benjamin well-hung like his grandfather sitting quite close. His 8 inch (20 cm) erection was dripping clear liquid, ready for young action.
"Warship the phallus, slaves," Thor commanded. "Lick it, suck it!" The two boys did what they guessed was correct; they played with Frey's wooden cock, but the horny ones played with themselves as well. Bill smiled when he saw that Helge too was wanking his thick cock in the shadow from the table.
"Undress Helge, and come over here!" Bill said and looked at Thor and Halvor. "Let's help these slaves give their seed to the gods!" Bill opened his tight woollen trousers and let his thick 9.5 inch (24 cm) dripping man-cock get free for the first time since his arrival at the Viking-camp. He was horny and he was aroused both from the young eye candy and from the beer. The other chiefs showed off their weapons too.
Bill took a fast grip around Helge's head and placed his stiff cock into his mouth. The youngster had sucked a man before so he did a good job on the Scottish spear. The problem was that he was too horny after the wanking, he was about to shoot after few minutes. "I have to cum sir, sorry butÉ" Helge looked at Bill with wet eyes.
"Use the bowl, boy. Give your seed to the gods," Thor shouted, and managed to pass Bill the empty wooden bowl. Thor helped his young slave to send his clear piss-like spunk into the waiting bowl.
Just some minutes later the other boys were ready to add their cream to the bowl. Well helped by the chiefs' willing hands the two exploded in young ecstasy, and young Helge, heavily finger-fucked by Bill, filled it up with another clear eruption.
"Bind them to the pole again," Thor ordered. "The gods are not happy with the slaves today I think. "We need to sacrifice a son of a free man!" Again he lifted his bowl of beer. "Send the message, Helge. Use the horn!"
Helge went outside the `hof' and gave a loud signal with the wooden long-horn, a scary sound in the dark night.
"He refuses, sir." One of the helping youngsters was in the doorway, sweating as if he had been fighting. "He says he's not a slave, he's a free man. He wants to stay where he is."
"Bring him here. Carry him if necessary!" Thor shouted.
The boys lifted Colin from the ship and hogtied him to one of the oars and lifted him upon their shoulders. He was hanging between the strong bodies as if he was a slaughtered pig. In the battle Colin lost both his robe and the piece of cloth he had around his loin. He hung upside down completely naked when carried into the longhouse. The horde in there both shouted and jeered when he was carried through.
The chiefs stood up when Colin was carried into the `hof'. The youngster was filthy after the outdoor action, even his hair was covered in mud.
Colin was still in chains when he was placed in a tub of water for a ritual wash. The two young studs held his arms while the chiefs washed his body. The two looked at each other and grinned when Colin presented a hard erection while the men cleaned him. Colin himself was both blushing and smiling, but did not meet his fellow students' eyes.
"Place him on the altar, face down, bind him again!" Thor ordered. When the studs had done the job Thor followed them to the door. Bill noticed that Thor caressed them with his hands and whispered something in their ears before they left.
"Are you ready for the sacrifice, son?" Thor played with Colin's body. The boy did not answer. "Are you ready to give your seed to the gods?" He spanked the buttocks with a flat hand. The sound was strange in the closed room.
"Aye master! I'm ready for the gods," Colin whispered.
"Prepare him for the sacrifice!" Thor looked at his colleagues.
In the next minutes Bill and Halvor oiled the boy, gave him a body massage, and opened his boy-cunt. Bill filled his arse with lukewarm oil and finger-fucked him with three fingers all the way. Colin lifted his hips and let Halvor play with his cock. The wet spot on the stone altar was not oil. Colin changed from small whimpers to moaning. Colin was close to edge.
"Enough!" Thor broke the boy's erotic pleasure. "Untie him!"
Thor passed the wooden bowl containing the slaves' boy-cream to Halvor. "Give Frey what belongs to him!" Thor's woollen trousers showed every sign of excitement. Halvor drowned the Frey-statue in the collected spunk, before he used his hands and creamed up the wooden phallus with the young seed. The old chief went up to Colin with the bowl. "Lick it, son! You need the power of your friends' cream." Colin took the bowl with both hands and used his tongue and his lips to lick up the remaining spunk from his young friends. He looked at them and grinned and gave the bowl back to the chief while licking his lips.
"Strip us, Helge!" Thor looked at the youngster who had been wanking behind the boys bound to the pole since Colin was brought into the room.
The very different naked chiefs took care of Colin now; different in age and shape, but with a similarity regarding their mature hard-ons.
Bill lifted Colin from behind with his arms around his chest and his head close to his neck. Halvor and Thor took care of Colin's legs and lifted him up to the wooden god's huge phallus, the 12 inch (30 cm) well-used cock now wet with boyspunk. Colin opened his cunt and let the men lower him onto the spear. He grinned when he felt the wooden balls hit him. His cock was dripping; this well-used dildo was hotter than he thought. Bill was the one who in a way fucked his son, by letting him have the wooden-cock in and out in different positions.
"Harder, Daddy, harder." Colin shouted. He tried to use his arse-muscles, but the cock was too thick. "More, more, more!" The boy was close. Bill felt the body pumping, and then he heard the cry, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Blast after blast of creamy boy-milk landed on the ugly wooden sculpture. The white cream on the black oiled figure made this eruption look huge. The small balls had given the god of fertility a son's sacrifice.
Bill carried Colin to the high-stool, and placed him so he could see the lad's face. He kissed him with tenderness and lust before he penetrated him with his own warm and hard cock. Colin took it all with pleasure. "Thank you, Dad, thank you, Scottish god. Let me cum again soon. I'm not finished, not finished." Bill felt the youngster's arse-muscles fuck him from underneath.
The fucking couple looked to the right. Young Benjamin was sucking Halvor, the fisherman and captain, while Helge was rimming him with a playing tongue. When they looked left they saw Olav climbing his uncle's body as if to ride him. However Thor was not ready to penetrate his nephew yet, but placed him in a strange 69 position, and was soon close to an orgasm.
"I'm cumming, Dad. You made me! I'm ready!" Colin sent new strings of white cum over his own body. Bill withdrew and licked every drop. He ate the cream with pleasure.
Minutes later Bill was jerking his huge cock in front of the Ugly god, beside him were four youngsters and two grown-up men. They were all wanking, some close to orgasm; some needed more pressure on swollen cocks. At the end the Viking god was soaked in manly seed.
"It must be a good year!" Colin stated with a grin, and then he knelt in front of his Dad and cleaned his wet cock with his eager mouth.
It was late night when Bill missed his woollen blanket. It was getting cold even though they had their sheep-skins. Bill went back to the `hof' where he knew he had placed the blanket behind his stool.
Only one torch lit the dark room. Two young men were sitting on the throne chairs; naked with huge erections. In front was a kneeling `chief', naked too. "Please, give me your dicks!" the man begged.
"So Thor has more secrets," Bill thought. He looked at the macho studs who placed the man, his friend and Colin's teacher, over a low stool. One of them spat in his arse and then penetrated him without mercy. Thor was not able to scream because he had the other youngster's cock deep inside too, filling his mouth and throat with his yellow liquid.
Bill went back to the sleeping `brothers', found another sheepskin and fainted after a Viking event to remember.
To be continued