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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 90
The trendy open-top sports car stopped by the `Autobahn Sud' in Harburg, an industrial area and huge commercial port south of Hamburg. Since hitch-hiking is of course illegal on the highway, Colin and Olav would try to get a lift at one of the main roundabouts.
The boys jumped out of the rear seat with their heavy backpacks. Robin, their young German friend, got out of his front seat and hugged Olav tightly before the two met in a long and tender kiss. Colin looked on, a bit embarrassed. He went up to the driver, a young man he had met the day before in Robin's flat, and gave him a `high five', and thanked him for the transport.
The car was not allowed to stop at the roundabout so the car had to leave as quickly as possible. With waving hands and a toot on the horn, the car accelerated and headed back to the city.
With their backpacks on the road the two were standing, just looking at each other. A light smile from Olav did not work, and their eyes did not meet.
"What's wrong, Bro?" Olav asked and put his hands in the pockets. "Are you jealous?"
"Yeah, fucking jealous. You fancy Robin, don't you? Stayed in bed with him all night, eh? I was waiting for you." Colin pouted.
"I looked for you, twice. There were four nearly naked lads in the huge bed with you. No room for me. The star with his fans, eh? Robin was the only one that cared for me, understand Bro?" Olav put one hand on Colin's shoulder and pulled him closer.
"And he's a great fucker with a dick like a god, isn't he?" Colin grinned now.
"True! When I saw you in bed with all those lads I made Robin fuck me long and rough. He was easy to persuade." Olav grinned back. "But I thought of you when I spunked off. Such a waste to spill my jizz on that kid!"
"I'm sorry, Bro. I'm sorry. Two of the lads tried to fuck me. They spunked off before I was really hard. Their first time with a boy-cunt for sure." Colin pulled Olav close. "But the driver today, Victor, sucked like you. He was no fucker though. However he swallowed my cum me and licked me clean." Colin gave Olav a light kiss on his neck. "I've been acting like a princess, Bro. I've treated you really bad. Can you forgive me, love?" The two lads embraced while the heavy traffic passed. Colin felt Olav's warm body. He used his hands to caress him from neck to buttocks and he felt that Olav's bulge was growing like his own.
"Our first quarrel, darling, and we have known each other for nearly a year," Olav said as he took hold of Colin's butt and pulled him close.
"All my fault Bro, all my fault." Colin looked around. "Come on, bring your backpack." He found Olav's hand and hurried behind a high fence, formed like a shelter and covered by some small trees. Behind the fence were a lot of empty cable reels from some roadworks.
Colin broke off some twigs from the nearest birch and passed them to Olav. "Punish me, Bro. Hit me hard. Let me feel your love for me!"
Olav hesitated, but Colin pushed him. Then he stripped off his shorts and his tight mini-boxers in one movement, spread his legs and placed himself forward over one of the reels. "Now give me ten strokes, Olav. Make me red. Be hard with me, please. Let's forget the quarrel, Bro!" Colin lifted his butt. Olav saw that his friend had a growing erection and he was ashamed when he felt excitement himself.
The first strokes were just like a teasing. "Come on, Viking. Don't be a softie. Do it for real or it doesn't count." Colin looked over his shoulder and found Olav's eyes. The next strokes were real, some hard enough to make Colin yell. Olav had tears in his eyes and he lowered the tool.
"Two more, Bro. Two more and then fuck me, Olav. Make me cum. Make me your love again. Please, please." Colin put his hands on the reel and lifted his butt a bit higher. The young birch twigs made the buttocks red and wet, but no real harm was done. There was no broken skin and no blood. Olav saw a string of clear liquid dripping from his friend's prick down to the ground. His lover was excited and ready with his own little hard-on.
Olav used his hands to comfort the buttocks and remove some torn green leaves. Then he found the sun cream that he had used in the car just minutes ago and used it to soothe the red skin. He knelt behind Colin and spread his buttocks and found the pink boy-cunt. With the tip of his tongue he played with the cunt and when Colin opened up he used his tongue inside. "Aye, aye!" Colin screamed. "Do me crazy. Do meÉdo me!"
With a playing tongue and young lips Olav rimmed his friend and brought him close to the edge. Then he waited a little, used his tongue again, this time on the back of Colin's dripping cock, licked the pre-cum and sucked the cockhead. That ended the soft play, because now the Viking took charge. Over the next few minutes Colin was finger-fucked hard with three fingers, before he was teased by Olav's cock. As Olav used to say,"The size of your cock doesn't matter, it's what you do with it." And Olav did what he could to please his friend with his 11 cm (just over 4 inch) rock-hard dick.
Colin was not passive. He used his arse muscles and Olav was brought almost to a climax, but managed to stop in time. Olav lifted Colin up onto the reel and let him put his legs on his shoulders before he penetrated him again. This time their eyes met, their lips met again and again, their erect nipples were squeezed, and almost simultaneously the two had a forceful orgasm close to the roundabout in Harburg. "I'm cumming! Damn, I'm cumming!" Colin shouted and shot blast after blast of white spunk over his own body and face. Olav responded and with an open, but silent, mouth he ejaculated inside his young friend and lover.
The two cleaned each other with hot lips, and shared the young milk from their two bodies.
"Just one thing more before we try to use our thumb," Colin said. He pushed his hips forward and found his still hard cock. Olav knew the rule, placed himself beside Colin, and the two cross-pissed as they'd done many times before. "You're my one and only brother," Colin whispered. "My piss-brother," he said and cleaned Olav's dripping cock.
"I think we should change the destination on our placard from Paris to Amsterdam," Colin suggested. "The autobahn west is probably best for us. I hoped we could reach Holland today." The restless students had waited without a lift for nearly half an hour. None of all the trucks from the container-port had stopped for them, and none of the very business-like dark cars either.
"Maybe we should have worn a tank-top and tighter shorts to sell our `goodies' better." Colin joked. The happy mood was back after the visit behind the shelter.
"There you see, Olav. Amsterdam was better!" A huge mammoth of a truck stopped with whining wheels. The two hikers climbed the stairs to the driver's seat high above the street level.
"I can give you a lift to the exit outside Bremen." The driver, a good-looking man in his mid-thirties sounded very German when he welcomed the guys in English. "With the heavy traffic, it will take about one and a half hours." He drove on and found his lane on the Bremer autobahn. "About the same distance to the border afterwards," he continued after a long silence.
It was a strange conversation. Olav and the man that they learned was named Anton, spoke German. Colin understood most of it, but the language pendant' was not happy to use his primitive German, so he preferred English. Olav used his school-German' and managed well.
The man told them about his job and his family, and pointed at the pictures and souvenirs all around his dashboard. He wanted to hear the boys' stories too and asked a lot of questions. He started with politics, religion and school and very neutral questions, but soon he was talking of more private matters. Girlfriends' was a popular subject. He made a speech about his own affairs with women, what he preferred in bed and how the women loved his huge cock. Colin and Olav did not know how to answer when he asked them quite intimate questions about their sex-life. Both of them hesitated when he asked them when they first started to wank, when they lost their virginity and how they liked to fuck, missionary or doggy', as he said with a grin.
"I prefer the partner to ride me." Colin said straight forward. Olav tried to translate, but stammered a bit." And sucking and rimming is great too," he continued. Olav pinched Colin's upper leg.
"You ever had two at the same time?" Anton adjusted his bulge. He loved the dirty talk with the youngsters. Colin smiled when he saw the man's very visible erection. Colin thought about yesterday night with four guys in bed. Could have been quite a story if he had been open enough to tell it.
"Ever had sex with another boy?" Anton asked. Colin had waited for just that question.
Olav broke in. "Most guys have had a wank-buddy, I think. Didn't you have one when you grew up?" The man didn't answer. There was a deathly silence.
"Bremen. `Tankstelle' in five kilometres," Anton said as he woke up from deep thoughts. "I will have to drop you there. I think you will be able to find a lift for the border there soon."
"What was he up to, do you know?" Olav commented when they waved off the huge lorry. "I was so scared that you would ask to suck him."
"Maybe he'd have fucked both of us if the trip had been longer." Colin pinched Olav's butt. "You had a hard-on too, didn't you, Bro?"
"I was dripping wet," Olav admitted. "We need to find a toilet, and perhaps you want some coffee?"
"We'll take a piss only and try to find a car for Holland, okay?" Colin headed for the toilet.
Just ten minutes later they had found a convenient place to stand and a big black Mercedes stopped. An elderly grey-haired man, well dressed, and very fit, was driving. A much younger Asian lady, in quite dramatic make-up, was sitting in the backseat.
"Are you crossing the border, sir?" Colin asked through the opened window.
"I can do that for you, young man. Put your luggage in the back, and take a seat." He opened the car boot remotely. Empty, no luggage, Colin noted. The two hitch-hikers put their backpacks inside and closed it. Colin had heard the gentleman's excellent English so he placed himself in the front seat, while Olav shared the backseat with the lady that up till now had been silent.
It was an easy conversation led by the man who told them that he was retired from military service. He had worked for the British Army and was still a physical instructor for the soldiers in their spare-time.
"That's why you look like a wrestler then, sir." Colin looked at him and grinned.
"You have been involved in wrestling, young man?" the driver asked. "And please just call me Col like my English colleagues do, even though I never was a colonel." The man smiled back. In a way Colin liked him, but there was some mismatch between the formal suit and the man's muscular body.
"I'm not a wrestler. I don't have a heavy body, you see. I'm a swimmer but Olav, my friend in the back, was quite a good wrestler in his younger days!" Colin was teasing his piss-brother.
"In his younger days, eh? Still quite young, son?" Col looked in the mirror and met Olav's smiling eyes.
"Twenty! I was the champion in high-school," he said. "But I have other interests now!" Colin winked at the man.
"Yeah, I guess. Fucking girls is a time-consuming business," Col responded.
They heard a sort of barking noise from the lady, but still she did not take part in the conversation. The man looked in the rear-view mirror and gave the lady what Colin felt was an order. Colin did not understand the language. "Maybe Thai?" Colin thought and was a bit stressed when he saw the lady took hold of Olav's hand. It was difficult for him to follow the action from the front seat, but he saw that the lady put Olav's hand inside her skirt and spread her legs. Olav blushed and did not move.
"How do you want to pay for the lift?" the man said as he looked at Colin. "Cash or service?"
"Sorry. We hadn't expected to pay, and we don't have that much money, you see." Colin answered without any hesitation. He thought about poor Olav who was already giving service in the backseat.
"So the answer is clear then. Service!" Col grabbed Colin's left hand and placed it on his bulge.
The boy thought quickly. "Not much wrong could happen inside a car driving at 180 km/h on the autobahn." And the bulge was hard and growing. The man had the same wrinkles beside his eyes as Bill at home. It made Colin feel that the man was less serious than the commanding action suggested.
"Do me!" The man was very direct. "Open my fly, make me hard!" Then followed another order to the backseat and the lady, who had a very direct behaviour, grabbed Olav's neck, bent him down and made room for him between her legs. The seat made it impossible for Colin to see what was going on.
Colin unveiled a real man-cock, brown, hard and veiny. With one hand he managed to free the cock from the man's trousers. The grey-haired military guy was very potent. The automatic car with speed-control made it easy for Colin to play with the man's balls and his circumcised cockhead.
"Ever sucked a cut cock, baby-boy?" the man teased.
Colin thought about Kenny at home. "That's how Kenny's cock will look like when he grows old," Colin thought and had trouble with his own little devil which became stiff all of a sudden. The question from the man was an order more than an invitation.
The modern seatbelt made it easy for Colin to reach the cock with his mouth. He knew the cock-size from his dad and from his room-mate, and without hesitation he took the brown boner down his throat. "I'll show this German-English guy what sort of men live north of the border," Colin thought, and let the man throat-fuck him again and again. The movement made the car a bit unstable and the driver slowed down to 150 km/h, while lifting his body from the seat to mouth-fuck Colin from below.
Something happened in the back. A roar from the lady told the audience that Olav, the super-sucker, had given her satisfaction. A deep red Olav dried his face and mouth with the back of his hands, swallowed and coughed.
"Stop!" the lady shouted. "Stop now!" That was the first words Colin and Olav had heard from her mouth. Sweat made the mascara drip down her cheeks. She looked really miserable. Luckily for her, the next service-station was just a few minutes ahead of them. The man stopped the car, pushed Colin aside, zipped up, and opened the door for the lady who left the car in a hurry.
"We take a small break. Use the toilet if you are in need," the man said as the locked side-doors opened. The boys hurried out.
Olav hadn't said a word. Now he whispered close to the curious Colin. "She, or he, or whatever, has a huge cock between those legs. A very hot cock too. She spunked like a teenager when I used my teeth on her. But she has boobs for God's sake. I tried not to look at them, just concentrate on the cock. I was so excited that I nearly spunked off!" Olav talked like a waterfall, and had a hand on his visible erection.
"Porn at 180 km/h," Colin said and headed for the toilet. "Poor Olav, double sex with one person, eh? Thought that happened only on film!"
No piss-trough, just cubicles, in the toilet so there was no fun in the crowded room this time. The two lads agreed they would leave the Mercedes and find another lift for Holland. They hurried outside.
The car had gone.
"Damn!" Colin swore. "Our backpacks are in the car. The couple have stolen our luggage! What the fuck!" Colin was happy his dad didn't hear him swear, but he was so angry. They had been so stupid.
"We have our passports, and we have our money," Olav said. "And we have our mobile-phones. And I have the car number!" The numeral specialist continued.
"No reason to call the police. We can't even say for certain that our luggage has been stolen. Maybe the couple didn't remember!" Colin sat down on a bench. "But we have to call the insurance company as I have dad's super camera in my backpack. I'm glad that he paid for us to have travel insurance."
"I will buy us an ice-cream." Olav said. "Strange cream from that lady-boy." He tried to ease the situation, but Colin was not in the mood for being teased.
Half an hour had passed when a military jeep crossed the motorway bridge from the opposite direction from where they had come and stopped in front of the boys. The man from the black Mercedes jumped out of the jeep.
"Sorry, boys. My lady was so damned crazy. I had to get a friend to drive her home but I borrowed his jeep. Come on guys, it's turning late." The man had pulled off his formal jacket, shirt and tie, and was just in singlet and trousers.
"But, sir. You have our luggage. It's in the Mercedes. We want it back, and we want it now!" Colin was not smiling.
"Of course, son. I'm sorry. I should have brought it with me. Come and we will find the luggage. It's not so far away and we can take the back road through the forest. We are close to the border."
The boys had no other option but to follow the man into the jeep. However the whole situation was a bit scary for them. Colin looked at the man beside him and tried a smile. "What about the payment, sir?" He grinned.
"We'll come to an agreement, young man. I'm pretty sure about that." The man turned the jeep into the dark forest. They drove in silence for the next half hour until the landscape totally changed. In front of them was a huge open field with towers and barracks, and in the background lights from what looked like an airfield.
The man who called himself Col stopped in front of a gate surrounded by two towers - one with a Union Jack on, the other with the German flag. Col showed the guard a pass, pointed at Colin and Olav, and just said: "My visitors!" The gate was opened from inside and the young guard gave the car a military salute. Colin remarked later that the guard had grinned when they left. The jeep passed a lot of barracks and then stopped in front of a huge old-looking building. Clearly it had been some time since the building had seen some paint.
"Come with me, guys. I have some business here. My friend will bring the Mercedes back later on." Col went in front and the boys followed.
The smell inside the building reminded Colin of his high school gym and the local swimming pool; a smell of chlorine, sweat and steam. The sounds were familiar too; a lot of people howling and chatting. They passed some smaller rooms and ended up in a huge locker-room. Colin guessed that between twenty and thirty youngsters, his age and maybe a bit older, in different stages of nudity, were in the room and in the showers behind them. "I really felt at home," Colin told Bill on Skype later on.
The man blew a whistle and all the young men became silent. "I have some guests today," he shouted. "Give them towels and show them around. Peter, Anders and Preben, you take the guys to the wrestling mat afterwards!"
Three nice-looking, slim and very clean youngsters came forward. "Let the boys have a shower after their long day and then take them to the pool!" Col said. Colin had to use his old technique from schooldays to stay cool in this nude paradise.
"But sir, our training gear and swimwear are in your car!" Olav hesitated.
"No need for any of that. You are in Germany now, remember!" Col grinned.
The hot shower was a dream after the long day on the road. There were no walls between the showers in this military establishment and young naked men went in and out. Colin and Olav did like the others - soaped, washed and played a little with their semi-hard dicks. The two travellers were not the only ones. Colin noticed some rather stiff weapons too but the soldiers displaying them did not seem to care about being seen.
The pool was different. The water was ice-cold. Olav screamed when he jumped in from the side. Colin made an elegant start-dive from the block. The water was cold, even for him, but perfect for a hard session. During the next twenty minutes he swam like a professional. "I must ask Mr Willkie (the swim-instructor at home) for his permission to train in the nude," Colin thought. He had forgotten how wonderful he felt naked in the water.
"The boss is waiting for us," one of the German boys called out to Colin. Olav had already been inside a sauna with the lads and was standing dressed in just a towel. He smiled when Colin left the pool. Colin's dick has shrivelled in the cold water.
"You better hide that boner!" Olav shouted.
"Shut up! Or I'll send for the lady to fuck you," Colin shot back.
"Jealous, Bro?" Olav dried Colin's back and butt with the towel before he hurried after the German boys.
The wrestling mat had seen better days and the light was not perfect, but Peter and Anders were standing in the middle of the circle ready to fight. They had changed to wrestling-gear, the tightest possible. The two presented bodies to admire and, now covered in a towel, Colin could take a close look at the boys' very visible bulges. It was obvious that there were no jocks under those tight outfits. Colin's cock was rising back to its normal stiff 4 inches (10 cm) again.
Col was standing on the mat beside the guys as a judge. He asked Colin, Olav and the third German to sit in the corner. "We make it a real fight, guys. No pretending. But no biting, no kicking of the balls. Go ahead," he shouted.
"To the end?" Peter looked at the judge.
"To the end!" Col answered.
The match was intense. Both the boys wanted to win. It seemed to Colin as if everything was allowed. The tight wrestling outfits were stretched and the guys grabbed head and arms, but also cocks and balls. They were very turned on and soon the clothing disappeared. They were now wrestling in the nude with very proud erections. The sweat made it difficult to hook up, but Peter managed to catch Anders in a sort of scissors between his legs. The red-faced youngster had trouble breathing. With one hand he hit the mat three times. The match ended and Peter was the winner. With a grin he got his arm lifted by the judge and took the applause from the few on-lookers.
"You know the rules." Col looked at the guys. "Worship the winner!" He looked at Anders who knelt in front of his fellow soldier, grabbed the stiff, very ordinary-looking cock, and opened his mouth. The combination of sucking, licking and mouth-fucking made the show end nearly before it started. The guys had been close to the edge during their fight.
"Take it loser, take it." With a grin Peter jerked his cock a few times and erupted his man-milk all over the kneeling Anders' face and upper body, a young and very creamy load. Anders opened his mouth and caught the last spurts. He swallowed and licked his lips before he took Peter's softening cock in his mouth again for a clean-up.
"Okay Peter. We have a challenge today. I met this lad earlier. He's a Norwegian guy, ready to show his skills on the mat." Col pointed at Olav. "Peter is sweaty and warm, but you are a Viking, aren't you? Show him."
Olav looked around, a bit confused. "But I have noÉ"
"No need. Peter would have you naked very soon anyway. Just stay naked both of you." Col took a bottle of oil and poured some over Olav's upper body. "That will make you two more equal."
Colin smiled. Olav was like a classic model compared to the wilder looking German. "Same size, both muscular, both very nice butts, Olav tiny cocked, Peter above average, the German fully shaved, Olav with his dark cute shadow above his dick." Colin couldn't help compare the two. The pair on the mat shook hands. The fight started.
Peter was in charge. He knew this type of wrestling but it was all new to Olav. However Olav was smart and he knew the German's next attack. Again Colin grinned. Olav had managed to get Peter fully erect again. He fought with a dripping cock, dripping with sweat, oil and pre-cum. Olav's oily dick was not easy to catch, but the German managed to find Olav's arsehole. Peter treated Olav like a bowling ball. Two fingers went inside and Olav howled.
With a kick on the slower lad's feet, Olav sent the guy down. Then he hurried around and placed his body across Peter's face and mouth. Peter struggled and struggled, but couldn't get free. He gave the signal and relaxed.
"The winner is the Viking. You can choose your reward, young man!" Col was very excited and Colin whistled.
Olav did not rise. He just moved backwards on the wet body underneath, knelt over him, opened his arse-cheeks and just penetrated himself on the stiff waiting cock. In one single movement Peter was all inside Olav's arse.
"Now fuck me stallion, and fuck me hard." Olav had already started the ride.
Peter looked at Col with a questioning face. "Go on, Peter. You have lost. The Viking has chosen his reward." The judge adjusted his bulge.
A wild, but rather short fuck ended this show. Colin smiled when he saw his piss-brother spunk off after just a few minutes. The Norwegian was not the one to keep his first load for long when excited. Hands-free he drenched his competitor with his whiteish liquid.
"Go on. Please. Please." Peter was not finished. Even though it was only a short time since his last orgasm, he was hunting for another relief. Olav continued the ride until the German lifted his body like bridge and sent his second load into the Norwegian hunter. The two just collapsed into each other's arms and did not rise.
"Let them rest!" Col had again the commanding voice. "Your time to compete!" He looked at Preben, the third young athlete who had been silent during the two wrestling matches. "Take our other visitor to the pool. Neither of you are wrestlers I believe, but this man is our swimming champion." Col looked at Colin now and grinned. "Two hundred meters free swim, and we will find a winner."
Two iron-hard bodies went up on the starting blocks, and two arrows hit the water surface. Both wanted victory; country against country, man against man. The wrestlers were back too and joined in the small audience's excitement. Preben was the leader at the last turn, but the Scottish grit made Colin take the lead in the end. Two hands found the wall at the same time.
"A draw!" Col shouted. "No photo-finish here. See you all in the sauna!"
"No reward for us. That's unfair!" Colin put his arms around the naked Preben and hugged him. "We'll show them, eh?" He pushed the lad into the warm room.
The two found a top bench in the comfortable room and even before the other group arrived, headed by Col wearing only a towel; they found each other in a very intimate 69. "I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "Damn, I'm cumming!" He rose up and hit the ceiling with his head, but managed to give Preben his eruption; and this time a real eruption, eight or nine spurts all over Preben and the other guys sitting close. The last hours of excitement had been too much, even for Colin.
"Let me taste. I need some new energy." Colin turned around and sucked the German swimmer to a silent climax. The youngster just filled Colin's mouth with his cream. His closed eyes and his clenched fists told the onlookers of the young man's pleasure. Colin turned around and the lad opened his mouth and together they shared the result of a draw match.
Once dressed, Colin and Olav headed for the huge Mercedes. They were still anxious about their luggage. Col opened the boot but there easy nothing there.
"Wot must have taken your luggage inside the house." Col started the car. "Jump inside. You must be hungry too so you can have a meal with us."
"Wot, the ladyboy?" Colin asked and hesitated.
"He's not a ladyboy." Col said. "He's a guy that loves to dress up like a sexy woman from time to time. He drags like a professional." Colin sat down beside the man again and Col went on. "Guess your friend felt the joy between his legs. Wot has caught many young boys for me. You're not the first." He smiled at Colin. "You still look afraid. No reason to worry, son. I'm not going to rape you, and I'm not going to sell you to the Arabs!"
The car accelerated through the forest. After half an hour what Col called "the house" turned up. It was set in a huge park. "Looks like a hotel," Olav whispered from the backseat. "Maybe a hostel, like in that American horror movie we watched, remember?" Olav tried to make a joke, but the situation remained tense. A young man in what looked like a security uniform opened the door for Col. The boys hurried out of the car.
"Show them the studio!" Col whispered, but loud enough for Colin to hear.
"Hope you are happy to stay overnight with us. We'll take you across the border in the morning when it's light. You fancy some food with me, guys?" Tom will come for you when the meal is ready."
The man did not wait for an answer. The security guy, clearly named Tom, went upstairs in front of the two youngsters. The stairs were open, and so was the huge hall. Tom led them through a sort of inner balcony until he opened a door and showed the boys inside.
"Relax!" Tom said, gave Colin a remote control, and left. The room was not like anything the boys had ever seen before. The ceiling was decorated with stars and there were windows all around, partly covered by draperies. In the middle of the circular room, on a small elevation, was a huge round bed, covered in red sheets. That was the only real item of furniture in the room but there was a sort of alcove, also partly covered by draperies.
"What the hell?" Olav said. "He called it studio, didn't he?"
"Aye, it's a studio, okay." Colin knew the setting very well. He looked for cameras but couldn't see any. "Our luggage is not here." He looked at the remote control. There was a `call' button there, and among others, a button that pictured a shower. He pushed it and hoped for a bathroom. He had to piss and he was nervous and far from being able to relax as suggested by the guard. One quarter of the wall opened and revealed a changing room. Behind that was a bathroom with a jacuzzi, showers and benches. Beside an open cupboard they found their backpacks. They looked a bit out of place in these surroundings but they had not been touched as far as they could see. Colin opened his pack and was relieved when he found his dad's camera on the top.
The toilet was inside a clear glass cubicle. "No privacy here." Colin grinned, found his prick and pointed at the flushing blue water. The intensity of the lights increased and Colin saw a red light in one of the spots. As a greeting to the one (or the ones) who were at the other end, Colin wanked himself to full erection and pushed his hips forward to what he thought was the camera. The professional stripper and showman used only seconds for that job. The red light was turned off.
Olav and Colin embraced in the middle of the huge bed. Tired from the excitement and travelling they napped as close as two brothers could rest. They were wakened by a knock on the door.
Tom entered. "My boss wants to see you in half an hour. You must be hungry, guys!" The security guard and servant was now dressed in tight white shorts and a sleeveless white t-shirt.
"Come with me," he said. "You need to freshen up, I guess." The very efficient guy in his twenties went into the bathroom, switched on the jacuzzi and the steam-room. Without asking, he went up to the boys who still were standing in the middle of the room. In seconds he just stripped them completely, and they let him do it without protest. He followed them around, he washed them and he gave them shoulder massages before he handed them the softest towels you could dream off.
The tenderness and the warm hands, and the sexy guy, had a price. The Scottish and the Norwegian lads were presenting dripping boners when the treatment was finished. Tom did not comment. He just commanded them to lie down on padded benches and in few minutes he had oiled the two from top to bottom, very lightly, just enough to make them shine, even their hair. Only when Tom oiled up two pairs of balls and two tiny, but stiff, cocks, the guy himself showed some excitement inside his tight shorts. And when he asked them to turn around and when he oiled up their boy-cunts both inside and outside, Colin looked at him and smiled. "Please undress, Tom, and show us your boner. You are so hot!"
"Sorry, no time." Tom responded. "Give me your dirty clothes. I'll have them washed. Not easy when you travel the roads, I guess. Col wants you to wear these for supper." He opened a cupboard and handed them two colourful pieces. "Wear them like a sarong." He helped them to arrange the cloth, more like loincloths than the sarongs Colin remembered from the Asian party at the Brickwall Estate at home. Tom also handed them slippers. He looked at his watch, and asked the boys to follow him. Both tried to cover their erections, very visible through the thin fabric.
The dining-room was huge. Col was sitting at a low table. He rose and said hello to the boys, and invited them to sit beside him. He was wearing the same outfit as the boys, but had a white tanktop on. Col was a real hunk when he was out of his formal suit. The grey hair still underlined his dignity and the trained arms his strength.
"Hope you could relax, guys. Wot is anxious to serve us Thai food tonight so I hope you are hungry." Col looked at an Asian-dressed lady serving three very mature men and a youngster out on the terrace. "Some colleagues just driving by," Col commented.
"I wonder how much they have paid," Colin thought. The youngster showed his face. "Looks like Peter from the camp, a rent-boy perhaps." Colin was about to wave, but his loincloth was suddenly opened and his foreskin was forcefully pulled to a painful limit. He sighed and had to spread his legs.
Col showed off two fingers, sniffed and then licked them before he put them into Colin's mouth. "Forget about them, pay attention me," he said. Through the thin fabric in the man's cover Colin watched the foreskin-less boner.
Wot was a dream of a Thai-girl that night. He/she wore a beautiful Thai dress and high heels. Over the next few minutes Wot carried a full Thai buffet meal to the table. The food looked good and tasted great, and the boys ate without a word. When Colin got up to receive a bottle from Wot, he forgot that he was now completely naked. Wot gasped theatrically and put his hand in front of his mouth. The `queen' knew his body language.
"Bring me a double whisky, honey!" Col commanded Wot after the meal. "And ask Tom to take the lads back to the studio." Suddenly the boys heard the military commander. "I must take care of my other guests, then I'll see you." He took the glass from Wot's hand and left the table. Tom was there seconds later.
Colin did not put on his loincloth. He passed the group of men naked with the piece of cloth in one hand. Olav followed, not quite happy with the situation.
"Go to the bathroom and prepare!" Tom said as he opened the door.
When the boys were back beside the bed, Tom was still there. He had filled the bed with cushions. "More comfortable," he said. "You are to lie naked on the bed, showing your front, and I have been told to blindfold you." Tom saw that Olav hesitated. "Just a game," Tom whispered. "I'm a guard remember." He grinned and put eye-masks on the boys.
Olav was uncomfortable and his dick was flaccid. Colin was super excited and his stiff cock was dripping pre-cum down his cock-shaft.
They heard someone coming into the room and the sound of the curtains being closed. Colin also heard a sound he knew from university - an automatic screen was lowered. The hands that touched him were a grown-up man's hands, and he smelled whisky, not unpleasant. It was more teasing. Again fingers played with his foreskin and one finger also found his back door. After a while the hands continued the inspection of Colin's body, feet, nipples, neck, mouth and ears. Colin felt that he was about to explode. These hands knew how to bring a body close to the edge.
"Please stop, or I will cum," Colin whispered. No answer.
"I'm gonna shoot too." Olav could hardly speak. The movement in the bed had told Colin that his piss-brother had been inspected as well. The action ended; again they heard doors closing.
"Who played with you?" Colin whispered. "Wot?"
"No, no, not her. I would have known her manicure. And not Tom, I remember his hands from the massage. Could well have been more than one man, maybe two with a change over. They put fingers in my arse and on my nipples. My cock was done at the same time and even some fingers played with my mouth. I'm wet, Colin. I'm damned horny. You think we couldÉ" Olav stopped. A man came up to the bed, very silently. The boys knew his scent; Tom climbed onto the bed.
"Stop wanking, kids. Save your energy," he whispered. He touched both erections with the tip of his tongue. "You look great. You may take off your blindfolds now!" Then he left.
A bit dizzy after the blindfolding, Colin looked around. The room was empty, but there was some movement in the draperies covering the alcove. "Voyeurs!" Colin thought. Then he saw a film on the huge screen behind them; Olav riding the soldier on the wrestling mat earlier that day, and then himself in a 69 inside the sauna.
"They have filmed us today, Olav. You are a born porn-star." Colin pinched his piss-brother's balls.
Col, their host, came into room wearing a white robe. He sat down on the round bed beside Colin. "You feel comfortable, guys? Still horny, eh?" He touched both of the boys' nipples and caressed their bodies. Then he found a small bottle in his pocket and showed it to Colin. "You will need this, son, because I'm going to deep-fuck you. And I guess your friend needs some too!" He opened the bottle, probably nitrous oxide.
"We are not into drugs, sir. No need. I'll long for your cock though. Just give it to me. Please mount me and fuck me to heaven." Colin put a hand on the man's upper thigh.
"It will be hell for you, not heaven. You had some glimpses of my cock, hadn't you? It's a huge weapon." Col admired his own size and ability to fuck hard.
Colin knew it was wise to let the man believe that he was something special. "He's like all old men," Colin thought. "Believing that their cocks are unique."
"Why do your friends have to hide behind curtains?" Colin looked at Col. "They pay you for the show, I guess."
"Forget about them. Peter takes care of them. I thought you liked people seeing you naked!" Col leaned over Colin's body and took his stiff cock between his lips, while he squeezed Olav's cock and balls. Both boys whined with lust and excitement.
Suddenly the door opened and Wot entered the room. Colin could not but grin. The Thai `lady' was all in black gear. Her black stockings ended in high-heels shoes, and she was heavy painted. Her boobs were covered in a tight see-through bra, and around her hips she had a black leather strap-on with a rubber dildo Ð probably about 12 inches (30 cm). Wot made fucking movements and tried to give a sort of show dance in front of the boys.
"I want you, Norwegian," Wot snarled in her strange accent. "I want you, baby-boy. I want your pussy. Do you want my cock? I'll give you a reward for the sucking." Fully dressed she climbed onto the bed and lifted Olav's legs. The black dildo pointed at the boy's tight entrance.
"I don't want that rubber-cock." Olav suddenly was in command. "I want the beautiful cock I sucked earlier today. I've dreamt of my first Thai cock since I arrived here." Colin had never heard his friend like this. And Olav went in action as if he was alone. He stripped Wot of her strap-on and found the completely shaved cock and balls. The 7 inch (almost 18 cm), quite thin cock, was wet, stiff and ready. Olav turned around, put his hands around the Thai and gave Wot a hard sucking.
Colin looked at Col, found the man's cock inside his robe, and played with the naked cockhead. The professional hand-job made Col moan. On the huge screen behind the bed the naked Olav from the wrestling was shown.
"Fuck me now, Wot. And fuck me for real, no rubber-thing. Let me ride you. Make me cum, be my man, not the stupid doll-thing. You are great." Olav opened the bra, as if this was very familiar for him, and threw away the pads. Then he squeezed the nipples, not bigger than what you find of a well-toned man, and made him cry with excitement before he placed the Thai on his back with a pillow underneath his hips.
Colin knew that Olav was wet from the `inspection' but wanted to help his friend. "You have some lube, I hope," Colin whispered to Col while trying to divide the man's cockhead to find the piss-slit and his frenulum.
"Tom! Prepare his cunt," Col shouted. Nothing happened, but moments later Tom came out from the alcove, carrying a tube of lube. The blushing guy was naked with a very visible hard-on. "Not what you are paid for!" Col snarled.
"Sorry sir, but your friendsÉ" Tom was interrupted.
"Grease up this Viking. I think he's ready for a Thai cock now!"
Tom used his fingers well and creamed the kneeling Olav's love entrance both inside and outside. He even gave Wot a round of lube on the waiting cock. Olav knelt beside Wot and opened his arsehole. The thin Asiatic cock had no problems entering right inside Olav, although the `ladyboy' was no experienced fucker and Olav had to do most of the work. He was stiff and Wot's cock was good, but he was too small for Olav who had been fucked both by Gunnar's and Bill's monsters in recent days.
Colin was suddenly in charge. He looked at Tom who still was standing beside the bed with a hand covering his boner. "You fuck him too!" Colin said. "The Viking can take you both." Tom hesitated and looked at his boss, but Col just nodded. Colin's hand treatment had made him speechless.
Tom climbed on the bed behind Olav and pushed him slightly forward. Wot managed to lift his hips a bit and Tom placed his stiff cock outside Olav's already stretched cunt. Then he pushed and forced his average-sized cock through Olav's arse-muscles and filled him up. The Viking screamed as if somebody had used a knife on him. "Take it Bro, don't be a weakling. Show them!" Colin shouted.
"Fill his mouth," Col interfered. "Give the baby your cock as a soother."
With eyes filled with tears Olav took care of his friend's dick, while Wot fucked him from below, and Tom fucked him from behind. Col looked at the hot three-some and greased up his own cock. Olav, who had lost his erection when Tom penetrated him, was dripping hard again. Colin understood that he would soon shoot his load, so he hurried to change position and took Olav's cock in his mouth. With a silent moan Olav filled up his friend's mouth with his clear nectar. Colin turned around, showed Col that his mouth had been filled up, and was met by an open mouth from the old German. Colin let Olav's man-milk drip down into Col's mouth. The `autobahn hunter' had got his first reward and he swallowed and licked the energy drink that was given him.
Wot was the next to cum, and his ecstasy was as hard as the one in the car earlier that day. He cried like a child and trembled. The spunk ran down Tom's still working cock, and down Olav's balls.
"Give it to me now!" Colin said as he was pushed between Tom's legs. He managed to open his mouth just when Tom withdrew. The security guard had a young man's semen inside his balls, and drenched Colin with white spurts. With his tongue Colin even managed to fetch some Thai-spunk dripping from Olav's arse. A bit uncertain, but hot as hell, Colin let Col take more of the white nectar. His Olav was far from Germany just now.
"Take them to the bathroom, Tom. I promised our guests some piss-play too," Col grinned. Olav looked at Colin and hesitated, but Colin just waved him off.
"Now my little slut, what can you offer as payment for the lift?" Col pulled off his robe and lay back in the red cushions. His cock, Bill's size, probably 9.5 inches (24 cm) and as thick as Kasim's, his stagefucker's, huge weapon, was waiting for him. The veiny piece of brown wood, with two hanging bags underneath, waited for service.
"I guess I can give you a full service, sir. I know you have EU standards for car service so I could try that Colonel." Colin grinned. "Guess we start with an inspection of your heater, sir. Please turn around and I'll check your tailpipe first." Col hesitated; Colin gave him an answer he hadn't expected. But the super-macho commander turned around, spread his legs and showed off his buttocks.
"Very fit for an old man," Colin thought. "And I've managed to make a super-top, even my own dad, tremble by using my tongue and my small hands."
Colin used both hands to spread the arse cheeks and noted that the grey-haired man had a ring of dark hairs around the puckered hole. He smelled of man, he smelled like Kenny after a match. The smell made Colin open his nostrils like a fiery horse. He shoved his face in the crevice. Colin started to give the man several long slow licks along the crack, all the way from his balls to the top before concentrating on the entrance.
Col moaned, and showed every sign of pleasure when Colin with more pressure started to lick his hole. "Yes, yes, yes," the man talked to his pillow and Colin moved a hand to play with the stallion's cockhead and used a finger to spread the pre-cum dripping from the piss-slit. Finally he curled his tongue and tried to get inside the man. He pushed the tip of his tongue deeper, bringing more moans from the very horny man.
Suddenly Col turned around and found Colin's mouth with his own lips. He kissed him hard, then used his hands to hold on Colin's head.
"You can make a man cum like a girl, son. I was pretty close now, but you know old cars, they manage to stay alive, even if the bodywork is a bit rusty. And I'm the driver, baby. Don't forget that. Suck me now, and I'll eat your tiny prick!" He turned Colin around and took the boy's cock and balls into his mouth and sucked the whole package while pressing his huge cock into Colin's open mouth. At the same time he opened the lad's cunt with his thumbs and stretched his arse-muscles to the utter limit.
Colin tried to shout, but his mouth was filled with an aggressive man-cock. Therefore he responded by using the teeth on the naked cockhead. The man took the signal with a howl, and placed three hard spanks on Colin's buttocks, before using his fingers to penetrate the pink pucker. He fucked Colin with one finger from each hand and did everything to prepare the boy for his monster-cock. But the rough treatment was too much for the youngster, who had been extremely horny for the last hour. "I'm cumming, sir. Sorry, I'm cumming!" Colin cried and sent spurt after spurt into the old commander.
Col did not swallow the spunk. He spat the milk into Colin's crevice and used his fingers to grease him up.
"Now ride me. Let me show you a real military weapon, but grease the gun first!" Col handed Colin the tube left by Tom. With eagerness Colin used two hands to make the man's cock shine, then he added a small handful to his own hole and knelt beside the man-cock while his eyes watched the man's face. He wanted to show that he could take his cock without pain, but when the huge cock broke through his sphincter without warning, Colin howled and threw his head backwards. Col stopped, looked at the boy with a worried expression, then grinned when he saw that Colin was still erect.
"You okay, baby? You want me to stop? You can suck me instead, you know," the man asked.
"Come on, sir. You're my commander now." Colin changed position and quite slowly took care of the huge cock. The fire was intense, and again Colin stopped the movement.
Col held the glass ampoule out to Colin. "Use this!" he said.
"And reduce my joy? No, thank you!" Colin answered. "Fuck me from below now, show me the German spirit!" Colin was filled up, but now it was like a dream. Through his head went pictures of Bill, Kasim and Kenny. This was a cock to remember.
Col started with light movements. Then he went faster, and tears were streaming from Colin's eyes. But the youngster was about to cum again. This man was edging him and edging him, teasing and pounding and had a stallion's energy. For a grey-haired businessman, he was a `gunner'.
"Please, please." Colin shouted. "Take it sir, take it. I'm cumming!" Colin sent his hands free white shot over the man he was riding. The first shot landed on the man's hairy chest, the next landed in his open mouth and the rest was caught by his hands. Colin trembled from the second orgasm but was ready for more. In a glimpse he watched the huge screen with pictures from the bathroom. Olav was kneeling taking yellow showers from two sides.
Col lifted Colin from the pumping cock and manoeuvred him to a doggy position. The new penetration was even harder than the previous one and Col pulled out completely again and again. Every new penetration was followed by a short scream from Colin, but soon Col realised that this was theatrical.
"Don't fool me, kid. You love this, don't you?" He found Colin's nipples and squeezed them hard. Colin moaned with lust and pain.
"Let me see your beautiful face, son!" Col turned Colin onto his back, grabbed his legs and put them on his shoulders. Again he mounted the youngster, hard and fast.
"More, sir. More!" Colin tried to use his arse-muscles to squeeze the cock. He was building up towards another orgasm and wanted to regain some control. For the first time he took hold of his own cock and started a heavy wank while trying to fuck back on the intruder.
But Col was too strong for him. Colin lost control and was completely in the man's hands now. Col was grunting and showed every sign of reaching a climax. Colin felt a strange heat building up from his inner body. He knew he was going to get another orgasm, this time it would be like what happened when Bill and Kasim milked him for hours. "Fuck! Fuck!" Colin couldn't speak. He made his last effort with his body and almost lifted the man with his hips.
Col sneered and spunked off deep inside Colin. With every spurt he bottomed the boy with his 9.5 inch (24 cm) spear. Colin didn't know what happened; he just ejaculated again and again. The clear liquid dripped down his wanking hand and landed on his stomach. Colin had one of his rare multi-orgasms in the arms of this German warrior. Colin changed hands and licked the jizz.
The man let Colin rest on his back, still with his cock inside him. Then he withdrew and climbed over the boy to feed him the slimy cock. Colin cleaned it with pleasure and Col used his hands to feed him with the spunk dripping from Colin's own arse as well. Then he kissed Colin, deep and hard. Colin heard the sound of applause, but could not see the four elderly men who left the alcove with two almost naked youngsters behind them.
It was two o'clock in the morning. A party was going on in a sort of nightclub in the basement area. Wot was serving, dressed in a golden thong and black stockings. The boys present were sitting on the well-dressed men's laps or in their arms, or were dancing naked on a small stage.
On a huge screen there had been an infrared picture for the last two hours; a picture of Colin and Olav sleeping tight among the cushions upstairs.
"Time for the night show," Col said as he stepped inside the bar followed by Tom and young Peter. He looked at Wot. "Only transmission to the `Trusted Group', he ordered. "I like these guys." Then he nearly pushed Tom and Peter forward. "Give us a good show."
Just minutes later the screen changed from infrared to normal, and the audience could watch Tom and Peter climb into the bed between the sleeping visitors. For the next hour the oldies downstairs could watch a live show with all the sex-positions four young men could show in bed. The young men downstairs helped their masters to the ultimate pleasure, and Col fucked Wot while she/he bent over the bar.
Tom knocked the door and then rolled in a trolley with a solid German breakfast for the wakening visitors. A young girl followed him and placed their laundry on the bed beside the naked youngsters. The two tried to cover up. Tom grinned. "I'll help you in the bathroom," he said. "Greetings from my boss. He left for Berlin this morning. He thanked you for the payment." He grinned again. "Wot will drive you to Holland when you have had your breakfast."
An hour later Colin and Olav dressed in clean shorts and t-shirts met Wot outside. They hardly recognised him from the day before, dressed in camouflage-coloured uniform and black boots. Colin pushed Olav into the front seat and placed himself behind. Minutes after he laid down, exhausted from the night's events. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was Olav diving between a pair of opened military jeans.
To be continued