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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 93
Colin and Olav were in the shower together on their last night alone in Paris. It was also the last night of their European hitchhiking tour. The following afternoon Bill would arrive from Glasgow, and later the same day Mr Reynard would meet them in his hotel suite.
A short time earlier Carlo, Mr Lumeau's husband, had smiled but said nothing when he found Colin on the professor's lap in the library, sipping a glass of Champagne.
"You can take some refreshment yourself, darling. Did the Viking kill you?" Mr Lumeau had asked.
"Oui, oui, I'm growing old," had been Carlo's smiling answer.
Now Colin wanted to know more about Olav's time with Carlo. "Did he show you some interesting stage scenes today?" he asked with his hair full of shampoo.
"Yes, Bro. He took me to see his `Phantom of the Opera' set. He kissed me in the dark basement, and opened his trousers and showed me his own Phantom." Olav was full of soap too.
"How could you see his cock in the dark basement? Wishful thinking, Bro." Colin teased.
"Even a blind man can find a stiff cock with his mouth!" Olav closed his eyes and grabbed Colin's for once flaccid dick. It didn't stay flaccid for long.
"Has Carlo told you anything about tonight?" Colin was excited about the performance Carlo had promised them. He used his own towel to dry his piss-brother's hair.
"He just gave me a rough idea," Olav answered. "He has built a sort of theatre in the winter garden. Have you seen some of the old porn stuff where spectators are sitting in small boxes looking through windows into a small central stage?" Olav used his hands like a real French story teller. "The viewers can't see each other, but they can all follow the action on the stage."
"Cool!" Colin said. "I want you on that stage, riding Carlo as you just did."
"I didn't know you had become a voyeur, Colin. Did you get a hard-on when you saw me ride him, eh?" Olav found a towel.
"Yes, I did. I always get a hard-on when I see you naked, and often when you are fully-dressed too." Colin embraced his friend. "But we have a visitor now so we better wait with sex."
Woot knocked the door and opened without waiting for an answer. For once he smiled, took the towel and started to dry the boys. "Supper is ready, gentlemen, and Mr Lumeau is waiting with an aperitif. You have to hurry." He dried Colin's balls and dick and turned to Olav to help him in the same way.
"Is Boss here too?" Colin asked. "Or are there more ladies to serve?"
"He will be here tonight gentlemen, you can be sure. He has talked about you all day. Can't understand why?" Woot combed the boy's half-wet hair with his fingers. "Stay like this. It's damn sexy," he said, then turned and left the room.
"You are ready for the strip show now?" Carlo was very excited. The supper was finished, the men had got some drinks and the temperature in the library was high. "I have invited some friends from the theatre," Carlo said. "Two supposedly straight guys, very much `closet' guys, but they were turned on by the possibility to watch and stay incognito. They are already in the boxes."
"And I have asked two of the students you met yesterday to come too," Mr Lumeu supplied.
"What about Boss?" Olav asked now.
"I haven't seen him tonight, but old star Woot will be around, I think. He acts shy, but he's not. Quite a bugger, but he never tells!" Carlo was following the group into the winter-garden which was kept completely dark.
"Please come with me, Colin!" The professor pulled Colin into one tight box with only one chair. The man placed him on his lap in front of the small window.
"But Olav, sir!" Colin was not happy to lose him again.
"Carlo will take care of him. He's in good hands," the man answered.
After a few minutes Colin got used to the dark. He saw the `windows' on the other side and he saw some movements inside the central area too. He counted, and guessed at seven boxes. In the centre of the boxes was a black circular stage. The only items he could make out were a black chair and a clothes stand.
Colin could not understand why he was so excited. He was for once an on-looker, but he pictured himself out there. He remembered his private shows, and he remembered how turned-on he became when he stripped and was fucked in front of an audience. Mr Lumeau noticed the boy's excitement, kissed his neck very lightly and put one hand into his super-tight trousers.
Suddenly the music started, and it seemed to be coming from a place outside the room. Then the lights went up on an empty scene, changing and teasing. This appeared very professional. Olav told Colin later that Carlo ran the whole business from his iPhone.
A small intro; again all was dark. Then the heavy music came back, and a spotlight was turned on. A stripper was standing in the middle of the stage playing with himself, his hands roaming over his body. He was dressed in black and had a huge body. The man stood with his legs apart, hips forward, his rounded butt on display, a huge bulge, looking very sexy in black lacquer.
"Hot! Very hot!" Colin whispered to Mr Lumeau.
"A good dancer! He has even danced in some of Carlo's shows," the man said as he found Colin's balls.
Colin started out very professional because he wanted to learn some new movements. But this guy was a real turn-on, and Colin moaned when Mr Lumeau played with his body.
The dancer was down to his last item now, just a tiny black thong. He bent over and showed off his open crack. "You should have been out there, boy. Your buttocks are much nicer," the professor whispered in Colin's ear.
The stripper found a scarf on the stand and used it between his legs while he removed the thong. He was fully naked when he sat down on the chair. He had an impressive cock and, strange for a stripper, he was totally erect with his cock was pointing upwards. No cock-ring was required by this guy. The show on the chair was very suggestive, the dancer played with his cunt, with his balls and with his cock. Colin was sure that this guy would finish with a real climax, not usual on an open stage. With fingers inside his arse, then licking the same fingers, the man pushed them back inside. He used his free hand for a furious wank with closed eyes. Then the man shot his load in time with a crescendo in the music, and the stage went all black. Colin was about to cum, but he managed to cool down, even if his front was wet with pre-cum.
After a short break the lights and the music were back. A dark-skinned man in baggy sports gear came on stage. He pushed a youngster in front of him. Colin smiled Ð Boss was on stage with a huge African. The dancer placed Boss on the chair and bound his hands behind him. The dance he made was not elegant like the first stripper, more a sort of raw street dance. When he stripped off his sweater he showed off a well-trained body covered with curly black body hair. He danced in front of Boss and forced the kid to sniff and suck his heavy bulge.
The dance turned African and very hot, and the man was soon fully naked. Colin had opened Mr Lumeau's trousers and found his cock. He was as wet as the youngster on his lap.
The black stripper had a huge cock too, but as Colin later remarked, a hard-on that never really lifted. He covered the boy on the chair with a light piece of fancy cloth. The stage went all black for some seconds, and when a spot now lit up the chair, young Boss was completely nude.
The last part of the show was a real fuck on stage. Boss `was forced' to suck the dancer and the dancer played with the Thai boy. In the end the stripper placed himself on the chair and lifted Boss to ride him. Colin was not impressed by the cock that tried to penetrate the youngster, and the ending could have been like a fake midnight show on TV. But Boss went into action and wanked and sucked the huge man until white milk filled his mouth and dripped down their bodies. Then again, all was black.
Mr Lumeau made a movement inside the black box to indicate to Colin that the show was done. "Please stay here sir, just for a few minutes. I need to talk to your Carlo," Colin said. He adjusted his clothing and left the box.
After a short while the stage again was heavy lit. A single guitar solo was heard, loud, clear and intense. Then the song: I want to break free!' Freddy Mercury's famous vocal filled the room. Then all was dark, just some seconds; a single but heavy spotlight showed a body in the middle of the room, curled up into a ball. Then again the lyrics I want to break free!' Colin's body exploded in an ecstatic dance.
Olav had never seen his friend like this. Colin danced as if he was alone in the room, and he gave a performance that was very different from the more joyful and teasing shows he had done at home and with friends.
With gritted teeth he tore his t-shirt in pieces and threw it away. Then he stripped his shorts off in one movement and showed off his wet g-string underneath. The tight g-string emphasised the split in his buttocks and Colin, with his back to the window where he knew Mr Lumeau was watching, used his hands to open up even more.
"I want to break free!' Queen started on the second chorus. Colin knew that he had 5 minutes and 20 seconds to do his show. Normally he would have been afraid of not being able to cum fast enough, but now he had the opposite worry He was about to cum already. The strippers combined with the professor's playful hands had brought him close to the edge inside the box. Now Colin tried to keep his eruption from coming; he thought of future shows and he thought of the dad that he longed for. The boy was a professional. He managed to stop the ball contractions.
Now he teased by removing the tiny g-string and dancing naked with a body as beautiful as a marble statue, and with a small but very stiff dick that in a way made the youngster more teen-like than his age would suggest. But now the more innocent part of the show ended. Colin lay down on the carpet, lifted his legs and found his arsehole. With wet fingers he penetrated himself and finger-fucked himself with an open mouth and staring eyes. With his other hand he squeezed his nipples and whined with the music.
Colin knew he had only about a minute left. "I want to break free!" Now he sang along with the Queen classic, but with a hoarse voice that was leading up to the main event. He put his heels on the floor, kept his shoulders on the floor, and then he lifted his hips and most of his body in a bridge. At the same time, he tensed his bottom muscles and reached the point of no return.
`I want to break free!" he shouted and his cock, which was the highest point on stage now, started to spit his boy-milk like a geyser. "Yes, yes, yes!" he shouted with every spurt. At the end just a white stream ran down his pulsing cock. Carlo turned off the light. Colin's body was like a wet ball. He had given all in this performance, and he had loved every second of it.
Colin relaxed with the professor in the library. He had another glass of Champagne. Woot had taken care of the other guests. "Have you seen Olav, sir?" Again Colin was a bit uneasy for his friend.
"He's helping Carlo with some re-arrangements." Mr Lumeau smiled. "My Carlo has a new admirer today."
"Will there be more shows tonight?" Colin was surprised.
"You think you are the only one to be satisfied?" The man grinned. "Let us see if they are ready!"
The winter-garden wasn't very different. Carlo and Olav had moved the walls' a bit so the stage' was smaller. The biggest change was that the `windows' were shut and replaced by holes, one round or rectangular hole in each screen and some small peepholes at the top, and the chairs were gone.
"Wow!" Colin met Olav. "You have set up a really dirty stage here, long time since we were together in a dark-room, Bro." Colin hugged his friend tightly and kissed him.
"Carlo said we were to wait in the middle," Olav said. "I think Boss is coming too." A door opened and the Thai guy arrived. The boy was dressed in nothing but a tight small bikini, very Asian. His black pubic hair was clearly visible above the tiny piece of see-through underwear. It was easy to see that the boy already was horny, prepared for another show.
"It's very hot here, isn't it?" Colin put an arm around Olav. "You think we should undress like Boss?" Olav just smiled and stripped off his t-shirt and his shorts in a hurry. Again Colin made a sort of a show, but soon the three beautiful youngsters were dressed in next to nothing. Both Olav and Colin had put on jocks from the JustColin range and showed off their round buttocks. Feeling a bit uncertain the three looked around. After a while the light changed and was focused on the lower holes in the walls.
Colin looked around and counted seven holes. The three boys knelt; they knew what was coming and they were not disappointed. Soon a cock showed up in every hole; one flaccid, some half-hard, and the rest iron-hard.
"Let's make them all hard!" Colin grinned and started work on a young flaccid cock. He sucked and he licked and he found some smooth balls. The cock was growing, and growing. Colin wondered who he was sucking. He recognised the one next to this cock as belonging to Louis from the studio. "Maybe his friend?" Colin thought.
"Do my grandpa!" Boss whispered to Olav. The only visible brown cock was a bit smaller than the other ones. Olav did not hesitate, but went in action.
"Which is Carlo's, Bro? Colin asked.
"The huge veiny one," Olav answered. "Leave him to me, please! Let's take the two nervous ones!" Olav and Colin knelt in front of two cocks they had never seen, not so big, but two mushroom cockheads, and plenty of foreskin. The just half-hard cocks lifted shortly after heavy treatment from the two experienced cocksuckers. One of the owners started to moan and pushed his cock forward. Olav just waited and let the cock in front of him shoot his load onto the black floor. "Six left, Bro," Olav grinned and looked at Colin.
Over the next twenty minutes the three youngsters crawled around and sucked and licked the waiting cocks. All three, still in tight underwear, took the loads from the waiting men, some were worked using a hand and some were worked with their mouth only. The floor was spotted with male milk, and with the boys' sweat and pre-cum.
"Three left!" Colin said. He was standing in the middle of the room. Turning around he stripped off his thong and wanked his dick. He looked at Olav who did exactly the same. The two watched Boss who seemed to hesitate. Olav knelt behind the Thai boy and Colin knelt in front. They stripped him. Olav put a tongue into Boss's arsecrack and Colin took care of the small dick. After a while Boss was opened with tongue and fingers and Olav greased him with the cream that had been placed in the middle of the room. Both Olav and Colin knelt now and let Boss prepare them. He had opened boy-cunts before.
In a strange way, the focus was on the three remaining cocks. All three were super-erect, all three huge, two looked like cocks from men of age, while the other was as clean as a teenager's. Colin knew two of these cocks. He had been fucked by two of them the last 24 hours. Olav's eyes had focussed on the veiny one. That cock had been inside him three times earlier that day. Colin found the tube of cream and shared it with the other two. They did a job on the remaining cocks, gave them a hand-job and prepared them for a final fuck. The three spread their buttocks and helped the waiting cocks to find the targets. Then they placed their hands on the floor in front, spread their legs, and let the three cocks break through the greased tight boy-cunts.
Colin was the boss now. He made the three boys change partners. All three were fucked by three different cocks, and when the young man spunked off inside Boss, Colin told him to share the load with the two still waiting.
It became obvious that the two remaining cocks would spill their loads soon. The owners of the apartment did not hide their need for some final treatment, but Colin decided that the three in the middle of the room should share the reward. He withdrew and so did Olav. Then they placed Boss between them and Colin used two hands to wank the cocks in front. The veiny one erupted first; a huge load spread over three waiting faces and was caught by three open mouths. The last cock, probably the oldest, a real stayer, could not compete regarding the amount but shot its load like a teenager.
The three youngsters in the middle of this circus fell backwards drenched in spunk and took care of their own cocks. They needed no help now, and did not ask for help, but wanked their tiny cocks to the final triple orgasm. This time the lights were not turned off, and many of the participants helped the three youngsters to share the night's male nectar.
It was very late, close to midnight Paris-time when Colin Skyped his dad from the bed. "I really look forward seeing you tomorrow, Daddy. It's only been ten days since I was in your arms, but it feels like ages since I left you in London."
"I miss you a lot too, son. I'm in bed now. I have a very early flight tomorrow, you know." Bill stretched and tried to make himself comfortable. "You alone, love?"
"Aye, Olav is helping a guy here to clean up after some role-play stuff," Colin grinned.
"Are you two into show business again? Wasn't the German experience hot enough? I thought you were only tourists in Paris. Who's the man?" Bill was curious.
"We're staying in the house I told you about, with the professor we met on the train. His husband Carlo is a theatre designer and producer. Olav really fancies him. He told me he knew Monsieur Reynard, by name anyway. Said he was well-known in the market as a very serious photographer." Colin yawned. "Sorry dad, it's been an exciting day here!"
"Known in the market because of his propensity for naked young lads too, I've heard," Bill grinned.
"Some old men have that notoriety. You should know that, Dad." Colin was the one to tease now. "But since I'm still alone here, tell me Dad, has Monsieur Reynard agreed to organise more private shows?"
"I'm sure he will agree," said Bill. "However what he said was that he'd need to examine your naked body first before making a final decision."
Colin laughed. "I don't think I have changed since he last saw me naked. He just wants an excuse to grope me."
"I agree," smiled Bill. "But I don't think you will object."
"Nope. It will turn me on as well as him," Colin responded. He felt his dick start to grow again, even though he had been through the heavy sex-play not long ago.
"My small man can't wait either." Colin pulled the duvet aside and showed the stiff prick to the camera. "You naked, Dad? You show me, eh?"
"Of course. I'm always naked when I wait for a live-call from you in bed, but we wait until tomorrow, okay?" Bill was about to close down.
Colin pouted. Then he smiled. "Better get some vitamins for you, Daddy. See you! I think Olav is around. Maybe he needs some help too! Night, Dad!" Colin blew a kiss and closed down the iPad.
"Very nice of you to give us a lift to the airport, sir. And again thank you for a fantastic stay!" Colin spoke from the rear seat of the classic Peugeot.
"And thank you for taking me inside the theatre, Carlo. I found it super interesting." Olav looked at the man with sparkling eyes.
Carlo put a hand on Olav's leg. "Think about my offer, Viking. I'll send you a message when I get back from Cannes, okay?" Mr Carlo did not move his hand and Olav placed himself as close as the driving allowed.
Colin bit his lip not to ask what the offer was about. Olav sensed the silence from behind and turned. "Carlo has offered to accompany me on my trip to Egypt. He wants to see the Library in Alexandria with me. You know, the reconstruction designed by Norwegian architects!"
Colin blushed, but said nothing. He felt a flash of jealousy, then he swallowed and smiled. "Great, Bro. Not the best place to travel alone I guess, and your Uncle Thor is still further south, I understand."
Carlo parked inside a multi-storey car park, found his hand-luggage and followed the boys with their heavy backpacks into the terminal building. "My flight to Nice leaves before your father arrives, Colin. Very nice to meet you both, and I'll wait to hear from you, Olav. I will get back from Nice tonight." Carlo kissed the two in the French way, very friendly. Olav wasn't satisfied and hugged the man whom he just had met two days earlier. Carlo opened his arms for the Norwegian lad.
Colin could hardly stay silent when he saw that the flight from London had landed, and when his `dad' turned up, he met him like the kid he looked like. Bill responded with a warm hug, and then later greeted Olav in the same way. "I need something to eat before we plan our day." Bill looked around. "But first I need a toilet, badly."
"I know where it is, Dad. Please look after the luggage, Bro." Colin gently punched Olav's shoulder. The Norwegian grinned back, and sat down on Colin's flag-marked backpack.
Luckily for Colin's plan, there was a free cubicle. "No kidding around now, Colin or I'll pee in my pants. Too much beer on the flight!" Bill locked the toilet door.
"Let me help you at least, Daddy. Colin opened Bill's trousers, found the boxers and pulled both down. He grabbed the familiar half-hard man-cock in one hand and cupped the heavy balls with the other. Bill smiled with satisfaction when Colin steered the yellow stream down into the toilet bowl. When Bill had finished Colin shook the cock like a real man but instead of letting Bill dress, he knelt and took the cockhead in his mouth.
After a short while Bill protested. "We can't let Olav wait any longer, and I would like to save myself for a real welcome later on!" Bill lifted Colin like a child and placed him with the feet on the toilet seat. "But I can manage a small inspection before the `big boss' inspects you later." Bill stripped his son and smiled when he saw the wet spots on the briefs and then the dripping cock. With his lips, he pushed back the youngster's foreskin and placed the cockhead just inside his tight lips. The tongue showed Colin's most sensitive part no mercy, and two index fingers played with his boy-cunt at the same time. Colin tried to stay cool, but he had no control now.
"I'm cumming, Daddy. Take my load please, Daddy, Daddy! I love you. I'm cumming, I'mÉaaaagh!" he whispered and then shook during the fast and heavy orgasm. With his arms around Bill's head and neck he gave his dad the best welcome ever.
Bill swallowed every drop of his son's seed, licked his mouth and smiled. "Happy that you left some boy-cream for me!" he said. "Now I need some coffee."
"I understand you have agreed to some posing with me, Daddy." Colin said to Bill on their way to Central Paris in Monsieur Reynard's private car. Olav was talking French with the chauffeur in the front seat.
"We have an agreement, yes, but I need another meeting with the Italians who plan to expand JustColin into a brand for grownups too, a rather sexy version, I'm told." Bill was very focussed on business.
"Cool. Very cool!" was Colin's intelligent answer.
"I will meet Mr Baird from London this afternoon. You remember the lawyer who represents the Italian company that owns JustColin? Signore Beroni and Sergio are already in Paris working with some other models." Bill was uncertain about how much he should involve Colin in the business part.
"I know them well," Colin said. "Some might say very well." He remembered with pleasure the visit to the London office tower where Mr Baird and his colleagues had played with him. His cock pumped inside his tight underwear when he thought of the hot days and nights in Northern Italy, both at Signore Beroni's mansion by Lago de Garda, and during Sergio's presentation of the darker parts of Milan.
"You will shoot the new underwear set tomorrow morning in Reynard's studio. In the afternoon `the boss' himself wants to shoot a new teaser video of you," Bill said. The car stopped in front of an exclusive Paris hotel.
"We have been here before!" Colin exclaimed as he stepped out of the car. He was grinning like a kid. "Reynard's luxurious suite is on the top, I remember." He gave Olav a thumbs up. Then he put the arms around Bill and kissed him. "I couldn't have a better manager," he said. "You will accompany me tomorrow, Daddy?"
"I will, son. If you wish," Bill answered.
"Thanks, Dad. I love you." Colin kissed Bill deeply. The chauffeur waited outside with a smiling Olav standing beside him.
"Welcome back, gentlemen!" A young and very cool hall-porter met them.
Colin wondered. "How does heÉ?" Then he nearly blushed when he remembered. Last year this guy had served him in different ways in their private bathroom. Now he took care of both the backpack and Bill's luggage.
Again the room was perfect. Mr Reynard knew how to look after his favourite model and his manager. Colin and Olav went out on the balcony. With arms around each other the two looked in silence at the city below. The view ended at Montmartre and the white dome of Sacre Coeur.
"Thanks for a hot summer, Bro. And we still have some days together." Colin moved in front of Olav and kissed him deep and wet. Olav returned the kiss with closed eyes, hot wet lips and a working tongue.
"Have you forgotten your old man?" Bill had been in the shower. Now he embraced the two youngsters. He smelled of wet hair and shampoo, but also had the scent of grown-up man. Colin turned around and played with his dad's trimmed body hair. The pale body longed for summer in the sun, but the man, now close to sixty, presented a muscular body after the last year's systematic training.
"I have a couple of hours before business calls." Bill looked at his watch. "I could do with a rest after the early morning start from home."
"I'll show Olav the basement gym and the pool on the top floor." Colin went inside. "Just need to change first." He turned his backpack upside down. "You want me to call for the porter-guy Daddy or you want me to do your hair?" Colin grinned.
"Don't make me a dandy, son. You looking for a spanking, eh? You're still my kid, you know!" Bill pinched Colin's earlobe and tried to sound serious. Olav felt a bit like an outsider so he grabbed his sports gear and went to the bathroom.
"Reynard probably wants me looking unfucked for the close-ups tomorrow," Colin said.
"So I guess you have been acting like a monk here in Paris these last few days?" Bill grinned.
Colin blushed. "Your guess, Daddy! But I'm so horny and I see you are horny too. I know you are ready for a fuck, sir." Colin found Bill's stiffening weapon inside the towel and gave him a small hand-job.
"After ten days alone, I can wait another day," Bill answered. "Take your swim now, kids." Olav was wearing a pair of very small shorts when he entered the room. Bill looked at his two boys, tried to cover up his boner, but failed. He lay down on the king-size bed with spread legs and a very visible tent. Colin stripped and put on a small bikini.
Back from the pool Colin just stopped inside the hotel door and used a finger to stop Olav from talking. "An invitation," he whispered. On the bed was a sleeping Bill, all naked, with a black flight mask over his eyes, one hand placed next to his balls, with a half-hard man-cock pointing upwards and covering parts of his trimmed pubic hair.
Colin stripped off his shorts and gave a signal to Olav to do the same. Then they crawled up onto the bed beside the sleeping stallion. Olav found Bill's nipples and touched them very gently. The man moved a little, spread his legs a bit more, scratched his crotch and went on sleeping.
Colin knew one of Bill's favourite things was to wake up while his cock was sucked by a young mouth. The best sucker around was looking at Colin, as if for permission. Colin carefully lifted Bill's dick and gave a signal to his Bro to go to work. Olav let his tight lips follow the glans, all the way down the shaft, as far as he could manage. Still 4 inches (10 cm) outside, Bill's thick 9.5 inches (24 centimetres) full erection was not an easy task for anybody.
Colin knew that his father was awake now, and he understood that the man loved the situation. He climbed onto Bill's chest and spread his buttocks. The horny lad placed his boy-cunt near his father's mouth, and let the `sleeping' stallion take the initiative. Soon Colin felt the familiar tongue rimming him.
His cock being heavily worked on by a youngster and with another youngster's wet arse in his face, Bill had found a new way to wake up from his afternoon rest. Colin was dripping pre-cum. He turned around and gave Bill his cock. With closed eyes he tried to stay cool, but wild forces were building up.
Olav looked at Colin. Again a sort of question. "Lube?" Colin whispered. The still-blindfolded Scottish author pointed at the side table. Colin grinned when he opened the small drawer to find a dildo, a cockwhip, an arse-plug and different lubes. "Always prepared," the former scout thought. He grabbed a tube of lubricating jelly and handed it to Olav. Without words Olav greased up Bill's cock, harder and more like a wank than just a creaming.
Olav reached for Colin's arse but for once the boy denied him access. Instead Colin left Bill's mouth-work, turned around and found Olav's love hole. With one, two and finally three fingers, he finger-fucked the Norwegian lad. The Viking was dripping hard. The boy gave himself some wanks. Now he understood Colin's plan. He placed his legs beside Bill's hips, opened his arse-cheeks and lowered his body. Colin took care of his father's dripping cock and placed it outside his `piss-brother's' arse. Colin knew well the size of his dad, but he also knew that Olav had taken Bill's huge cock before. Bill was the one that had taken Olav's virginity some months ago. With tearful eyes, but with his own hard-on dripping, Olav lowered himself all the way down to the man's balls.
Bill threw away the blindfold, put his arms around Olav, changed position a bit, and made it easier for the boy. Then he kissed him deeply. "Take your time, boy. Don't stress. Make this good for yourself, I'm close to cumming already!" Bill did not move when Olav started to ride him, but soon he couldn't stay passive.
Olav cried, "More, please. Do me hard. Make me cum, Bill!" The man fucked the youngster from underneath, but Bill saw that Olav was a bit stressed and, using his past experience, he turned him around.
"Hold his legs, son. Give me full access." Bill helped Colin to spread Olav's legs and re-entered him.
The grown-up stallion had waited for this moment, ever since Colin's room-mate Kenny had stayed overnight some days ago. The two had been a versatile couple that night and Bill had wondered if he ever would get his own arse back to normal again.
"I'm done. I'm.. I'm.. " Olav stammered. Colin knew what was coming and took care of his `brother's' boy-milk. Every drop found the way into Colin's mouth and nothing was spilled.
"I'm done too, guys!" the normally silent man cried. "I am cumming! Take it, take it!" He erupted deep inside his son's boyfriend and he stayed there as if he was afraid to withdraw. He looked at Colin who with mouth and fingers tried to catch the dripping milk. To Bill's surprise and Olav's huge smile, Colin lifted Olav's legs and put them on his shoulders after Bill withdrew. Then he wanked his own stiff cock into the cunt that still was dripping with his father's seed.
For the first time Bill saw his `bottom-boy' take command and give his friend a real fuck. For Olav it was a huge change from Bill's 9.5 inches (24 cm) to Colin's four (10 cm), but when Colin rotated and pounded and broke through his sphincter again and again, Olav reached the edge once more, and when Colin cried, "I'm cumming, Bro! I'm cumming!" the two went to heaven together.
"Just take things easy today, guys!" Bill was formally dressed for a meeting with the London lawyer. "But be ready for Reynard's cocktail-party at seven. Casual dressing, he said."
"That means naked!" Colin put an arm around the cuddling guy beside him.
Monsieur Reynard, the rich and slightly eccentric Paris photographer in his mid-sixties took hold of Colin's upper arms and kissed him twice on each cheek. The tall man with a grey goatee was well-dressed as always, this evening in off-white linen suit. "It's wonderful to welcome you to France again, Colin."
"It's good to be back, sir," said Colin. "I always have a lot of fun when I'm here." He winked.
M. Reynard laughed. "I hope you will have a lot of fun this time too."
He looked at Olav and said, "You must be Colin's adopted brother. Bill told me that you were handsome but I would say you are É magnifique!" The man looked Olav up and down. Olav started to blush and then he staggered back a little when Reynard took hold of him and gave him kisses on the cheeks.
"Thank you, sir. Very nice to meet you. Colin has talked a lot about you." Olav used his best French and Colin was very proud of his `brother'. The two were dressed like twins - tight white city shorts, colourful and very open short-sleeved shirts, and trainers without socks.
M. Reynard turned to Bill who already had received a glass of Champagne. "You are a lucky man, my friend, to have such young company. I see you are in good shape yourself. Youngsters are vitamins, I know."
"Pierre! Find drinks for the boys!" Without turning around the host called out.
Colin hadn't seen Pierre when he entered the room. Now he hurried up to the young man who greeted Colin with a smile. "How are you, mon cher?"
"I am well," replied Pierre. Then he bent closer and said, "No chastity device today. M. Reynard said you would not approve."
"That's good news," smiled Colin. The two embraced. The very effeminate Pierre was pleased to see Colin again, and while giggling, he also greeted Olav.
"We have half an hour until the Italians arrive and I have invited Mr Baird to accompany us as well. "Sit down everyone and let us enjoy the evening," Reynard instructed and lifted his glass.
A light buzz was heard from the intercom. Shortly afterwards Pierre bowed and whispered a message into Olav's ear.
"Excusez moi, Monsieur. It seems that I have a visitor who asks for me at reception, so I have to go." Olav bowed with a serious smile and left the room.
"What an exceptional young man." Colin was not sure if M. Reynard talked to him or to himself.
"He is great." Colin said. "Just wait until you see him naked. He's a Viking, you know. Full of passion and spirit. And ask him about archaeology and he will give you a lesson. He looks forward to seeing the phallus-stone on your estate, sir."
"I look forward to seeÉ" M. Reynard cut short his own thoughts. "I look forward to guiding him around." He smiled and sipped his glass.
Colin looked at Bill, then he placed his hand on M. Reynard's arm. "Dad told me you need to examine my body before deciding whether to arrange more private shows," said Colin. "Do you think I am too old to please your clients?"
"Probably not but I don't think we can still pretend you are only fourteen," Reynard replied with a smile.
"Okay. Shall I strip off now?" Colin asked.
"That would be very nice," smiled Reynard.
Colin happily stripped off in front of the small group. Bill was not surprised to see that he had an erection when he peeled of his JustColin thong. He went over to stand in front of Reynard with his hands behind his head.
Reynard stood up and caressed Colin's cheeks. "You haven't started shaving yet?"
"No, sir. Still as smooth as a baby's bottom," replied Colin.
"I'm pleased. That will make you more attractive to the clients who prefer young ones," Reynard responded.
Reynard ran his fingers over Colin's smooth, well-developed chest and then tweaked the erect nipples. "Probably a little over-developed but these nipples will have many men aroused when they see them being abused.
Two fingers tugged at some underarm hair. "This will have to go," Reynard said. Then he took a seat and ran his fingers through the black pubic hair. "This needs to be trimmed a bit further but we won't remove it completely." Reynard cupped and then gently tugged at Colin's balls. "I'm happy to see these are still naturally smooth." Colin smiled at Bill as a bead of pre-cum burst from his piss-slit.
"You have some dark hairs on your lower legs. That has to go," continued Reynard. "Now turn around and let me see your love-hole. Colin turned, bent over and used his hands to spread his arse cheeks. Reynard ran a finger all round the puckered hole. "Totally hairless, like a young boy," he said. Then he suddenly thrust his finger into Colin's hole.
Colin gasped, more from the surprise than from the discomfort of the dry finger entering him. "I trust this has been getting a lot of attention and that you will be able to take a big adult cock quite easily," Reynard said.
"Yes, I can still take big cocks," Colin replied.
Reynard removed his finger and used his hands to turn Colin to face him. Then he grabbed the stiff cock and wanked it, causing more pre-cum to leak. "It's good to see you still get aroused easily. I hope you will still be able to cum two or three times during a show."
"I think I will be able to manage that if I have the right partners," replied Colin. "I understand Kasim has stopped doing porn!"
"That's correct," M. Reynard answered. "He's only running the paper-business now. You will meet him at the farm. His three nephews want to meet you too." He looked at Bill and grinned. Bill showed no reaction.
"Pierre!" M. Reynard commanded again. "Take Colin to the bathroom and shave his legs and armpits. Trim his pubic hair too! "
Colin turned red. Without a word he dressed, and looked at the man who just had examined his body. "I'm not a slave, sir!" He turned around and left the room.
"What was that about?" M. Reynard looked at Bill with some frustration.
Very calmly Bill answered. "You examined Colin, your little boy, my friend. Now you met the very mature and independent student. He will decide when to get shaved and who will do it."
The arrival of the other guests stopped the conversation. Bill had just had a meeting with the London lawyer Mr Baird, a man in his forties who represented the Italian owners of the trademark JustColin. Strangely enough, the executive in charge, Signore Beroni and the Milan photographer with the artist name Sergio had come to meet Colin and Bill too.
Signore Beroni was extremely well-dressed in his Armani costume, and even the more boyish photographer Sergio was well-dressed for the reception in M. Reynard's suite.
Pierre, in his Roman tunic-inspired costume, served drinks and snacks to the guests.
Signore Beroni was the first to ask about Colin. "I'm sure Colin will be here soon," Bill answered. He was happy when Olav returned. It gave him an excuse to present the Norwegian guy to all the guests. "Did you see Colin?" Bill whispered after the presentation.
"He's in our room with the hall-boy," Olav answered. "He said I was just to join the party!" The answer worried the father and manager. "Don't worry. Colin will be here very soon," Olav said. "You know these stars! Something about fixing his hair." He grinned.
Pierre was just on his second round of drinks when Colin arrived smiling and confident. He was now dressed in black boots, tight black jeans and his favourite short-cut, white silk jacket. His upper body was naked under the half open jacket. Around his neck he had a thin silver chain with two diamonds in a pendant. Pierre served him a glass of Champagne.
Colin went up and placed himself beside Bill. "Good evening, gentlemen. I'm so happy to see you all, at the start of a new era in our corporation. A special thanks to my artistic supervisor M. Reynard who has helped me a lot, and to my father and my boyfriend who are my best supporters. Cheers!" Colin lifted his glass.
Some rounds of drinks had cheered up the situation in the top-floor suite. Olav had been at the centre of attention as much as Colin. Just now he was sitting between Mr Reynard and Signore Beroni. The chat was about Vikings. Colin smiled when he saw the old men touching and caressing his friend.
"Who will be the first to get him in bed?" Sergio asked Colin. They were standing on the balcony looking at the Eiffel Tower in the early summer night. Sergio had for the last ten minutes been using his hand to caress Colin's naked back. Now his hand was beneath the belt. He squeezed the boy's buttocks and played with the thin string that was in the middle of his arsecrack.
"Everyone in there would love to touch him I think, and all of them would love his lips around their dicks," Colin said. "You would too, Sergio. Wouldn't you?" Sergio didn't answer.
"I can't forget our nights in Milan, Sergio; the hottest ever. I hope you will be around when I come in August." Colin spread his legs and gave the Italian photographer access to his arse. Colin was breathing heavily. With one hand he found the man's bulge. He tried to picture the Italian's 8 inch (20 cm) thin cock, a big shooter. With a glance he saw that Olav had stripped off his shirt and shoes, and just in tight shorts he was showing off his favourite athletic programme. When Colin took Sergio's hand and found the door to M. Reynard's bedroom he saw that Olav was doing a wandering handstand. He also knew that Pierre saw his move. Colin gave him a thumbs up and got a smile back.
Down on his knees, Colin opened Sergio's jeans and pulled down both jeans and boxers in one movement. The thin cock was hard as iron and the man in his late forties trembled like a teenager when Colin started to lick his cockhead and play with his balls. When Colin then put a finger deep inside the man's arse and found his lovespot, then started a triple massage of cock, balls and prostate, Sergio came like a child's water-pistol. The man's first shots made Colin gag, but then when he withdrew a bit, Colin took it all. He didn't spill a drop.
"Please let me do you now, baby!" Sergio kissed Colin and begged.
"Tomorrow night, Sergio. You fuck me after I have finished posing for Reynard, yes." He looked in the huge mirror and styled his hair again. Then he gave Sergio a new kiss and left the bedroom. Olav had stripped his shorts off now and showed the audience how flexible he was. His tiny JustColin bikini was wet and his round, hard buttocks were clearly visible.
"I don't know a more sexy model for JustColin." Colin put his arms around his `piss-brother'. The audience applauded.
"I'll find you a towel, Viking-boy. Please come with me." M. Reynard placed a hand on Olav's shoulder and gently led him into the bathroom. Colin looked at Pierre, and the two sent each other teasing looks.
"Please tell me about our new collection." Colin sat down between Mr Baird and Signore Beroni.
"It's a collection for grown-up men, young and old. We want to keep some of the innocent look from JustColin but we want to combine it with the traditional Italian sexy attitude." Signore Berino used his Italian-accented English and was very close to Colin.
"I saw some photos," Colin said. "Some of the models were quite hot, and it wasn't far from porn." He looked at both the men and grinned. "I can't model a thong without a front though. I can't be seen with a full frontal on the net, gentlemen. Some publishers have tried to get me to agree to that already, you know, but I don't think my university would like that."
"I thought you Scottish lads showed off your naked jewels as a part of the kilt-wearing tradition." Mr Baird smiled. "You needn't worry though. Your frontals will be blurred Colin, and close-ups will be shot with other models."
"But perhaps you saw the fashion-show down in Spain recently, Colin, where completely naked young men presented ladies' handbags on the catwalk. It was very hot." Sergio talked using his hands as well as his mouth. "Something for a model like you to try, Colin."
"Maybe, Sergio, but all those guys had more to show off than me." Colin cupped his bulge.
"We have a signed agreement, son." Bill was serious. "I will approve or reject the pictures, and only the underwear and sportswear will have your brand name. The hotter equipment will be in the catalogue separately."
"So I will not be presented in cockrings and ball-stretchers?" Colin looked around and pretend to be offended. "But you want some pictures for your private use, perhaps Signore?" Colin rested his head on the formally-dressed man's shoulder.
Sergio smiled and shook his head. "We brought samples of three new types of underwear with us tonight, Colin. I thought you would like to try some in different sizes." He went to the hall and brought back an elegant bag.
A still red-faced Olav returned from the bathroom at the same time. He was dressed in a sexy short white bathrobe. Colin smiled when he saw that Mr Reynard's white trousers were a bit creased.
"Maybe you could help me to model some of the new underwear Bro, since you already are undressed!" Colin stood up, took the bag from Sergio and went back to the bathroom with his young boyfriend.
"What did he do with you?" Colin whispered.
"He undressed me and caressed me with his hands. He was very careful, and very gentle. When I was naked, he jerked my dick, and sucked me for some minutes." Olav spoke while looking at Colin undress in front of him.
"Are you embarrassed?" Colin placed his hand on his friend's cheek.
"No, I'm damn horny!" Olav stripped off his robe and was naked underneath. His cock was erect and dark red.
Colin looked at the light underwear in the bag. "Who did you meet in the reception, Bro? Carlo?" Colin found two pairs of boxers and handed one of them to Olav.
"Yeah, crazy man. He will come to Egypt next week and stay with me until I leave for Cairo. He wants to meet Thor too!" Olav had some problems with the tight boxers. He was still sweating.
"Good, Bro! Cool! Let's see if we can make the group out there wet in their knickers." Colin looked in the mirror. He was in white. Olav was in red. Tight, short boxers, with a padded front, but see-through elsewhere. A seam at the back made the thin fabric stretch over the buttocks and showed the arse-cracks, and on the narrow ribbon-like waistband Ð JustColin.
"Damn sexy!" Colin said. Let's pull our stiffies upwards. Let them wait a bit for the climax!"
Sergio whistled when the two youngsters arrived. The man for details, Mr Reynard, had redone the lights and even put on some soft music. Suddenly the room was a real showroom.
"We have made many see-through models," Signore Beroni said. "Very light for summer." "You can even get a model with extra padding if you want to impress with more than nature has given, and pads in different shapes too." Sergio grinned. "You can show the outline of an erection even if you are quite relaxed."
"I don't think these models have that problem," Mr Reynard said. "Please come up here, Olav. And bend over, please."
Olav, again quite red-faced went up to the stylist who used one finger to follow Olav's arse-crack, from the top down to his balls.
"With this seam in the back, it's very important it follows the crack exactly or the buttocks will not be displayed at their best." The man corrected the boxers and let his hand rest on Olav's next-to-naked buttocks.
With some applause, the models left. Pierre, in his Roman outfit, served new drinks. The intensity in the suite increased.
"We try the jocks now, Bro. You take the pink one. Be a princess tonight, love." Colin put on a light blue version of the very sexy jock, far from a real sports jockstrap. The waistband was very narrow, and from the waistband were two ribbons like most jocks, but on this model they ended in a string between the legs. The front was a rough fishnet hiding nothing.
"I'm tenting Colin, and it's not going to be possible to get this prick down." Olav sighed and squeezed his dick.
"Don't worry, they will love you out there," responded Colin.
They were met by applause this time, and Colin saw a very excited Pierre in the background. This time the boys went up to the five on the huge sofa to allow them to touch. And they did touch. The boys were dripping pre-cum inside the fishnet and the men did what they could to tease them. Colin was happy when he saw that his dad was more relaxed now. He had been very formal after the small disagreement between him and Reynard. Now the two shared jokes and lifted glasses. Colin even noticed that Reynard had one hand on Bill's upper leg from time to time and Bill let him.
Colin waved Pierre into the bathroom too. Pierre, who was more or less Reynard's `slave', was very excited and when Colin undressed him he was the third youngster with a very hard erection. The long, thin cock had been free all day, since he was allowed to take off his cock-cage. No red marks on his dick or balls now, Colin confirmed.
"Now the hottest underwear I've ever seen," Colin said. He put on the g-string that had a front with two open holes, one for the balls and one for the cock that was to be put through a sort of cockring. When you lifted the narrow waistband all your front was lifted too. Three sets of balls and three stiff cocks pointed forward. Colin did not like the ladylike lace, but he knew that for some men that was a real turn-on. After the hall-boy had used the razor, Colin was completely hairless. His naked cock and balls were like a young boy's. Pierre was always shaven, but Olav the Viking was really hot with his fine dark-blond pubic hair above his shaft.
The audience cheered when they entered, and even Pierre felt relaxed. A soft disco melody was heard, and the three started to dance. Pierre was a good dancer. He had been a stripper in the past. Colin had improved, and Olav did not care. He thought of Carlo, who had promised him `a hot day around Paris' tomorrow, so he danced as if he was at home in his Bergen apartment dancing naked to the last disco sounds.
The three ended up on the sofa and soon the audience pulled off their strange underwear. Naked the three went back to dancing, and naked the three served the men more drinks and more snacks. The suite had three rooms, plus a balcony, so all the men could get private sessions if they wanted during the evening. Both the older men's balls and the young ones were emptied during the next hours.
"Time for us to retreat," Bill said. "Colin must be fit for the job tomorrow morning. Now he must sleep. Olav is sleeping already. You see to him, Reynard!" Bill looked at Olav who was on Pierre's arm in the middle of Reynard's bed.
To be continued