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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 94
"Mr Baird seemed satisfied with the agreement when he left for London," Colin said. He was sitting in the Paris studio waiting for the team to shoot the final photos for the new underwear collection. "And you sir, were you satisfied?" Colin sat on a small sofa, very relaxed, dressed in sports gear.
The formally-dressed Italian professor and company director Signore Beroni smiled and put an arm around his favourite young student and model. "I'm very pleased," the Italian answered. "Happy that you will front this collection like you do the youth version."
"I think Mr Baird had hoped for more revealing photos of me on the net." As a reflex Colin put a hand in front of his crotch. "I hope you as a professor understand that I have to be careful."
"I'm very satisfied with the deal. We will use other models for the, let me say, hottest samples, and we will pixelate your private parts when you do frontals." Mr Beroni looked at his mobile. "Half an hour late from the airport already! And heavy traffic."
"Maybe we could start. I need some more cream on my body before the make-up. I was in a hurry this morning, sir. I had a hot evening last night." Colin stripped off his socks and his t-shirt, then he opened his sports shorts and just turned around and waited. Signore Beroni took the signal and pulled the shorts down. Underneath was a tight white thong.
"Bambino. Bambino mio! Magnifique." The Italian gentlemen caressed Colin's round buttocks. The boy pushed his bum backwards and spread his legs a bit. He sighed when he felt a wet finger following his crack, playing with the string that ended in the ball-sack. Very gently Signore Beroni turned Colin around and pulled him closer. The boy's growing dick met the man's lips. He sucked the thin fabric which already was wet with pre-cum before he bit the visible cockhead.
Colin shivered. "Please, sir. Help me, let me cum. I'll be your bambino." He pulled down the thong and fed the Italian gentleman his 10 cm (4 inch) stiffy. The man changed from the careful licker to a more aggressive sucker. He moved between the balls and the shaft and he found Colin's boy-cunt with two wet fingers. The situation was a real turn-on for Colin. The team could be here any minute and he was near to lift off by the fingers and mouth of this Italian gentleman, still dressed very formally in his Armani suit.
"You want my juice, sir?" Colin asked. "You take my nectar, signore? I'm close. Very close." Instead of letting the boy withdraw, Signore Beroni held his buttocks and made Colin stay inside. The teenager put his hands on the grey-haired man's head and whimpered like a puppy. "I'm cumming, sir. Please, sir." Blast after blast left Colin's piss-slit and hit the back of the older man's mouth. Without spilling a drop on his suit, Signore Beroni took care of the boy's morning load and swallowed every drop.
"You want to taste, amore." Signore Beroni placed Colin on his lap and gave him his lips.
For the first time the young Scottish student kissed the Italian professor, deep and loving. "I look forward to seeing you in Italy in August, sir," Colin whispered.
"I couldn't wait love, that's why I decided to follow Sergio on this Paris trip. And I was curious about your Norwegian..eh..fratello," Signore Beroni smiled. Colin smiled too. Olav had charmed both Reynard and the Italians last night, and today he was touring Paris with Carlo, his new protector.
Colin was surprised that Signore Beroni had sucked him just now. Last time they met, in his castle in Italy, he was only an on-looker, standing beside Mr Reynard, while Colin had been fucked by his daddy.
Bill smiled when he saw Mr Beroni himself applying cream to his naked `son' when he arrived with Sergio, the Italian photographer. An Italian stylist brought the new collection and Reynard's boy, Pierre, assisted with the lighting.
There was a sort of folding screen for privacy in the studio, but Colin didn't use it. He changed in front of the team, and he allowed Sergio and the stylist to touch both his bulge and his bum without getting a real erection. His constant half-erect cock, short but quite thick, made perfect bulges in the tight underwear.
They had worked intensively for two hours and covered most of the standard collection. Colin had been professional, but was a bit bored now.
"Paint up his nipples, and give his balls a bit more colour now." Sergio gave orders to the stylist. "And find the see-through samples." He himself brought four sets of nipple clamps, a collection of cock-rings and some cock-cages and placed them on a side table.
Signore Beroni was suddenly sitting at the edge of the sofa and Bill moved closer too. Pictures of the hotter, or dirtier, part of the collection should be shot before lunch.
"Don't give my balls a massage!" Colin said to the stylist, "or we will a have hard-on at work for the next hour."
Without any warning Sergio placed metal clamps on Colin's nipples. Colin yelled at the sudden pain, but grinned shortly afterwards. "You better wake up, young man!" Sergio teased. "I have some even tougher than those. We'll combine these with fishnet thong," Sergio commanded. "Try to stay flaccid a bit longer, baby. I want these without pixelation!
Colin's cock was making a nice tent in the sexy item of underwear. Sergio placed a new set of clamps on Colin's nipples, this time ones linked with a chain. The pain was heavy, and Colin's dick started to rise, and drops of pre-cum were seen. Sergio managed to get the photos before the erection was complete.
"Just stay hard for the crazy jocks without a front, Colin love." Sergio shot some close-ups. "We will take some photos where you cover up your prick with one hand, then take some full frontals. We need to censor your dick and balls, but the sexy underwear will be fully visible."
"A pity!" Colin said. "I hate blurred photos!"
"Since you have that hot dripping erection Colin, let me shoot some pictures of cockrings, and one cum-killer as well. No face!" Sergio handed Pierre a 12 cm (4.5 inch) long pebbled steel rod. Pierre lubed the rod and pressed it into Colin's opened piss-slit. Sergio shot a lot of pictures. While the rod was sticking out from Colin's hard-on, Pierre put a leather cockring behind his balls and tightened it. Both the cock and the gleaming balls went dark red, almost purple, and Colin groaned.
"That will do, gentlemen. Bill, let us look through the pictures. You clear the room for Mr Reynard, Pierre, please," said Sergio. Then he turned his attention to Signore Beroni. "Lunch across the street, isn't that so, Signore?"
Sergio seemed to wake up the Italian man who looked at Colin with an open mouth. Colin pulled the stainless-steel rod from his piss-slit. It was followed by several drops of clear pre-cum, like a small ejaculation. Signore Beroni licked his lips. "Great bambino, excellent. You will sell, I'm sure. Enough to cover your education expenses for years," the man talked mostly to himself. "Do you know if there's a toilet around here, son?" he added.
"Follow me, sir. I need one myself." Colin answered.
Colin, still naked, and Signore Beroni properly dressed, found the place. Colin went up to the trough and pissed. He turned slightly towards the older Italian, guessing the man would like the view of his peeing Bambino. "It's a bit sore to pee after you have used the cum-stopper," Colin said. "But you keep the erection as you can see!" Colin pissed with a hard-on as he often did and then gave himself some jerks.
Without hesitation Colin went closer to Signore Beroni and put a hand on his crotch. "You have been hard for a long time now, sir. I've watched you, you know. You want me to suck you, sir? I'm not as good as the Viking I saw sucking you off last night, but Dad thinks I'm good." While talking Colin had opened the man's jacket and started to open his belt.
"You don't have to, Bambino. Just being here in Paris with you gives me energy." The man did nothing to stop his student and model, and soon Colin had the older man's hard-on between his lips. He had never been so close to the Italian boss before, and he was surprised by the man's weapon; a dark veiny cock, with a grey bush around the base, and smooth, low-hanging balls. And the man was not just a passive receiver; he took control and mouth-fucked the bottom guy who now saw the dominant side of the very polite and very caring professor.
Colin gagged when the man tried to throat-fuck him. But the man took heed of Colin's signals without hesitation. "Sorry bambino, sorry," he whispered and dried Colin's tears. Shortly afterwards Colin opened up again, and this time he gradually forced himself to swallow the whole weapon.
"I'm done, I'm done!" Signore Beroni let the cockhead stay inside Colin's tight lips. He shot his man-milk with the force of a teenager, but Colin was not in habit of swallowing after the throat-fuck, and much of the white jizz dripped down his naked body.
"Beautiful, fantastico Bambino." Signore Beroni used his manicured fingers to collect the dripping cum, and then Colin sucked them clean.
"What have you decided, gentlemen? I'm at your service," Colin entered Mr Reynard's studio again after enjoying a good lunch. He sat down in front of Bill and Reynard in the small office.
"Did you record the photo-session this morning?" Colin looked at the monitors and sent Reynard a very innocent look. The lad remembered the secret tapes from his last performance in this studio.
"I don't know what the Italians did, son. That professor of yours seems to adore you, young man," Reynard commented, and Colin wondered if his boss was a bit jealous.
Bill smiled. He knew very well how older men reacted when his boy turned on the charm, and he was proud, not disapproving. But Bill was also the youngster's manager and wanted the job finished before he went on holiday with his companion and lover.
"We have decided that we shoot a teaser for the new private show today, only stills," Bill explained. "Most of the photos will be of you only!"
"And since Kasim is not here, and since we need to find a new partner for your show later this week, your dad will act in some of the photos," Reynard explained and then looked at Bill with sort of teasing eyes.
"Just my body, not my face!" Bill stated.
"What parts of your body, Daddy? I can hardly wait!" Colin moved forward and kissed Bill lightly on his mouth.
"In the first part of the show you will pretend to be 15," Reynard said. "A bit like your previous shows. We haven't decided about the second part of the show yet. I will have a talk with this with Mr Carlo. I liked the studio performance you talked about yesterday."
"You mean where I sucked all the men in a sort of darkroom, and some of them fucked me on stage." Colin grinned.
"Something like that," Reynard looked at Bill.
"Only if we can make it safe for you," Bill stated.
"Okay, let's start. I checked your body yesterday; you are in great shape. And I am sorry I forced you to shave, but it's good for the make-believe. You find Pierre in the studio. He will make you look fifteen. And Bill has brought some costumes from home for you." Reynard found his hand-camera. "I'll shoot some short video clips and then we chose stills from them."
Colin smiled when he opened the bag. He hadn't seen his school uniform since the first lot of private shows. As he changed into the uniform, he felt how his body had grown the last year. The shorts had become very tight and the jacket as well. He was much the same size as before, but his gym work had given him more muscles. He looked at the cap and put it in the school-bag, and then he was ready to enter the studio.
Pierre had done a good job with his make-up; he had given Colin back his rounder childish look. His lips were wet-looking and his hair was not at all styled. He looked just like a youngster who had hurried home from school.
"Good, Colin. You don't have to act. Just be yourself, but remember I need your face all the time." Reynard filmed and directed at the same time. "Sit down on the bench. Look as if you're a bit stressed. It's hot. Spread your legs. Look around. Start undressing!"
Colin opened his blazer, and removed his tie. Pierre gave him some more light as if the sun was shining on him. Colin stood up, removed his jacket and opened his white shirt. Pierre had given his nipples some oil and given the coronas a darker colour. The nipples were already erect when Colin started to play with them.
"Take off your shirt, Colin. Go on with the play. Spread your legs again. Squeeze your bulge and lift your knees a bit. Look sexy. Lick your lips." Reynard shot close-ups now. "Put one hand down into your briefs, play with your dick. Close your eyes! Open your mouth a bit!" Reynard was very close.
Bill smiled when he looked at Pierre who was occupied with both hands on the lights. He had no free hands to cover up his very visible hard-on, pointing forward in his baggy American-styled boxers.
Reynard looked over at Pierre too. "Don't shoot your load here, kid, or I have to lock up that cock of yours again," he snarled. "Take off your shirt, Colin. Open your shorts at the front. Show off your underwear for the camera."
Colin showed the top of his underwear, which was white with balloons in different colours. He smiled his innocent smile.
Bill blushed. Colin was sexy and so was Pierre. Bill had to adjust his growing bulge.
"Pull your shorts down a bit. Let the underwear be seen. I'll take a close-up of your bulge. A wet spot there. Excellent. Put a hand inside. Wank your cock without pulling down your knickers." Reynard looked at Bill. "Be ready to walk past the kid on the bench. Stop in front of him. Look around as if you are scared, Colin. Pull up your shorts."
Bill went up to the bench. He was dressed in his usual summer denim outfit.
"Pull his head towards your crotch, Bill. Sniff him, kid. Open his belt. Open the buttons in his fly. Find his dick. Stop smiling, kid. You are supposed to look a bit scared!" Reynard went to the side of the bench and Bill saw he was shooting close-ups.
Bill was already half-hard when Colin found his daddy's weapon and pulled it out. Colin opened his mouth, but stopped. The professional model knew what Reynard wanted. Then he pulled his dad's foreskin back and revealed the wet cockhead. After a few wanks, and some sucks Bill was super hard. His 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock was ready for action.
"Just inside his lips, Bill. Hips forward. I want the whole length visible. Open your eyes, Colin. Look at me. Can you manage some tears, boy? Gag him with your cock, Bill. I want to see him cry." Reynard continued to take photos while Bill mouth-fucked his son. Colin nearly forgot about the whole photo set, pulled down his shorts and underwear and started to wank.
"Stop Colin, too fast now." Reynard shouted. "Lift him up on the bench, Bill. Strip him. Let your huge one touch Colin's little stiffy. I'm just shooting your hips, Bill. Don't be nervous."
Colin was completely naked now, but for his white socks and dark shoes.
"Turn him around now. Spread his legs. Squeeze your buttocks, boy, and lift your bum. I want to see your boy-cunt. Good! Good! Try to open a bit more. Place your cockhead just outside his rosebud, Bill. No fucking, just pretending."
"I want to be fucked, Dad!" Colin whispered. "I'm so horny."
"Okay! Let's make a small change. Put your cock inside him, Bill, but do it very slowly and stop when the head is inside his pussy, then pull back. I want a photo where the small entrance is really stretched." Reynard went closer.
"But I'm not greased yet," Bill said.
"Good, man! I want a real screaming face from your son. I know you think a penetration on a bench like this is cool, Colin. And I know that's Pierre has filled your hole with lube, so go on, Bill." Reynard showed he was in charge.
Bill penetrated Colin without hesitation and Colin screamed a bit more than normal, but Reynard got the boy's painful and tearful face on film, before he zoomed in to shoot Bill's cock inside Colin's arsehole.
"A small break!" Reynard said. "Pull out, Bill, and dress up for the next scene. Find a blanket for the bench, Pierre. And Colin, stay naked except for an open shirt and underwear."
Bill sat down on the bench. He knew the next scene was a spanking scene, well, a fake spanking scene, because Reynard said he wanted Colin without marks when he was back at his estate the next day.
"Start to spank him on your lap, Bill. Spank him with an open hand, still with him still wearing his kiddy underwear." Reynard instructed. "Not hard! We are doing stills, you know. Okay, good. And Pierre, strip Colin completely now, and colour his butt and upper legs as if he has been heavily beaten. When that's done, lie down again, Colin. Let me see your stiff and dripping cock between your dad's legs. You don't have to pretend that I see." Reynard grinned. "Use your double belt now, Bill. Pretend only. We have to find a really soft belt for the show. We don't want to make long-lasting marks on you, Colin."
The whole set-up and Pierre's intimate touches had brought Colin close to the edge and when his Dad started to beat him he was afraid that he would cum on his dad's lap.
"I'm about to cum, sir! I'm not sure if I can hold back!" Colin shouted. Bill gave him a real spank that stopped the coming eruption. "Thanks, Dad!" Colin gasped while Bill checked his buttocks; there was some real colour now, but no real marks.
"Okay, Colin. We will change the bench into a sort of sofa when we do this scene. Your Dad leaves you red-faced, with tears in your eyes. You are naked and horny." Reynard let Colin lie down on the bench.
"I want you to play with yourself. I'm not going to give detailed instructions, honey. You know what to do. I want you to make love to yourself, your nipples, your balls, your cock and your pussy. In the end I want you to cum, hands-free if you can manage it, shooting your boy-milk over your body, and if possible onto your face and into your open mouth. Let's do it." Reynard was very excited.
Colin played this scene with passion and Reynard got the hottest pictures he could dream of. When Colin licked his fingers and put them into his boy-cunt, Reynard had the lens just inches form his arse. And when Colin gave the signal that he was about to cum, the photographer managed to picture his ecstatic face before he concentrated on the white strings of cum that flew from the piss-hole and landed on his face, in his mouth and on his upper body.
"Just stay still, Colin. Cool. Eat some spunk now, use your fingers. Good, good!" Reynard lowered his camera. "One more dirty scene, when you have relaxed, Colin. I'm not sure if we do this in the ordinary show but some will love it. We need a slave. Undress, Pierre! You take control of the light Bill, please."
Pierre stripped. His beautiful tanned body was a contrast to Colin's pale skin. His long cock, thin cock was half-hard and dripping. He had spunked off in his boxers and was not happy to show his boss. "Sorry, sir. Sorry!" Pierre bowed his head when he passed his master.
"Kneel in front of the boy, Pierre. Colin, give him a yellow shower." Reynard used the camera again. "Open your mouth now! And Colin, I want to see the stream. Okay?"
Colin was still stiff and he hesitated. He was not happy doing this to Pierre. "Go on, Colin. I've asked for this, please!" Pierre opened his mouth. The two had changed juice before, both white and yellow, so they had a sort of secret pact.
Colin managed to piss in a more controlled fashion than he normally did. He also managed to fill Pierre's mouth and let him swallow. Not a drop ran down the lad's body. "You have got your photos I guess, sir," Colin looked at the photographer before he put his dick into Pierre's mouth and finished.
"We are well done, guys. I only have one problem." Reynard looked at Bill. "When you penetrated Colin, you were dressed. I would like a version where you are naked. We can just shoot that before we end the day's work, if it's okay for you. Just your lower body is seen in the photos you know."
Bill felt a bit manipulated, but Colin was one big grin.
"Okay, we go on Colin, but grease me up, Pierre. I don't want Colin to end this session with a sore bum." Bill undressed in seconds. Pierre crawled up to Bill and lubed his dick. The half-hard monster grew inside Pierre's playing hands.
"A bit more Pierre, please. You are so good. You make me crazy. Do my cockhead too please, and even my balls could use some cream." Bill made a show now and Colin who had spunked only some minutes earlier was ready for a new penetration.
"Do it doggy like last time!" Reynard instructed and this time Colin did his part of the job. Bill's huge cock was inside his sphincter in seconds.
"Stay there, don't move, perfect. One shot, all inside, too? You can manage that, Colin?" Again Reynard placed the photo-lens close to the cock and followed the penetration all the way until Colin was stuffed. Then he lowered the camera.
"Well done, guys. You know there's a small shower behind the office." The photographer left for the office and the still naked Pierre followed him.
"Please, Dad. Fuck me. Finish me, make me cum again, Dad. I have waited for this all day." Colin did not allow Bill to withdraw.
"But Reynard..." Bill was uncertain.
"Fuck him. Fuck him, Dad! Let him watch us with his spy-cam. Show him how a real stallion fucks a horny bottom." Colin used his arse muscles to squeeze the dick that filled him.
"Okay, son. But I want to see your face. Turn around." In seconds Colin was on his back with his legs on Bill's shoulders. "Now you should have been here with your camera, Reynard," Bill thought when he looked at the inviting open boy-cunt in front of him.
Suddenly camera and onlookers were forgotten. Bill and Colin made love to each other like they would have done in their bed at home. "Do me harder, Daddy. Abuse my nipples, and kiss me please." Colin was ecstatic as Bill fucked him with energy of a much younger man.
Pierre tried to get his master hard. He was watching the love-scene through a zoom possible spy-cam. But in vain. Even horny as hell, the poor man needed more medication and stimulation than Pierre could give him just now.
"I'm cumming again, Dad. I'm cumming!" Colin shouted.
"Me too!" Bill cried out and forced his big cock all inside his lover and started to shoot, again and again. The two bodies were one huge human wave. Bill used hands and lips to collect Colin's second hands-free eruption, both for the youngster's mouth and for his own.
"Stay there, please!" Reynard was suddenly back from the office with his camera. "Withdraw, please!" Reynard felt suddenly that he was on a private arena but he got excellent pictures of the greased stallion-tool and the white man-seed that dripped from Colin's arse. Moments later, on instructions from Colin, he also took pictures of his model's eager mouth cleaning the huge cock with lips and tongue.
"What have you done all day, Bro?" Colin was resting beside Olav on the king-size bed in their Paris hotel. Bill was sitting with his iPad supposedly reading the news, but he was following the two naked bodies that cuddled in front of him.
"Carlo showed me his Paris, many theatres, and some galleries. We had lunch with his husband, and then we went home to his flat and talked about the flight to Egypt," Olav answered.
"How many times did he fuck you, horny guy?" Colin squeezed Olav's hanging balls.
"Guess?" Olav teased back, using his nails on Colin's nipples.
"You comfortable with his company for Egypt, Olav? You hardly know the man." Bill dropped into the conversation.
"He has only offered to share a room with me in Alexandria until Uncle Thor arrives from Cairo. I chatted with my uncle on a terrible telephone link yesterday and he had no objections. Better than travelling alone, he said. Uncle Thor has trouble getting the visa to Egypt from Somalia." Olav's eyes rested on Bill. "You don't think I'm safe, sir?"
"You are, love. I just wanted to hear that you have an agreement with Thor. I asked Mr Reynard about Carlo today. All he said was positive, but he's a well-known flirter among the youngsters in the theatres." Bill yawned.
"And he's a great fucker, isn't he Bro? You didn't answer!" Colin jumped upon his friend and sat on his chest with a firm grip on Olav's arms.
"He is, but I still have some juice left for you, Brother." Olav returned Colin's heavy kiss. "Carlo showed me a club - a weird place - today. He said he went there for new faces!"
"A gay club I guess, or a dirty sauna, eh?" Colin tightened his grip around Olav's wrists.
Bill smiled when he saw two pairs of boy-dicks growing.
Olav looked at Bill. "You have the laptop there, sir. Please ask google what a `Bator' means.
"Bators prefer, or highly value, pleasuring themselves throughÊmasturbation. It is a term used for edgers, gooners and those who enjoy masturbation whether it is solo, mutual or in groups. Bators can be gay, straight or solosexual. "They can be men, women, trans or non-binary. Bators go against the grain in a society that believes penetration is the only true sex." Bill read.
"Yeah, that's what Carlo said. Wanking clubs or wanking studios are popping up all around. It started among straight guys in the US, he said." Olav put a hand around his own erection.
"You don't need a club for that. Come to the top floor of my campus any night." Colin grinned. "Give my mates some beers and some porn, and you have your wanking club. Or go to a party with the players after a game of rugby when beer and other liquids are flowing!"
"It's a reaction because of society saying nudity among men isn't natural," Bill stated. "You don't need this in Norway, do you Olav?"
"In winter maybe." Olav grinned and closed Colin's mouth with a deep kiss.
"A secure place both for voyeurs and exhibitionists. A good idea!" Bill opened his bathrobe. "Now guys, make love and let me for once be a voyeur like Mr Reynard. He will watch you from your arrival tomorrow and his dream is to have you naked permanently."
"Come, Dad. Make love to us. There's room for three here." Colin tried to get his dad to fuck him for the second time that day.
"No, son. I need more energy for that. Make love to Olav now. Make him forget Carlo and wanking clubs. Bring your Viking into the hot Paris heaven! This is my wanking club now." Bill turned down the light a bit, then he spat in the palm of his hand and found his own naked glans.
"Only one hour, thirty-nine minutes!" Olav was very excited when he entered the modern TGV train at Gare de Lyon in Paris.
"Yes, we will arrive in Dijon-Ville before eleven, and if the traffic is smooth we will be at Reynard's farm long before lunch." Bill could not hide his excitement either. He had longed for a vacation in the sun with good wine and nice food.
"And in a couple of hours we can swim naked in the clearest water you've ever seen, Bro." Colin sat down in the first class seat, happy with the perks he received as Reynard's protŽgŽ. He closed his eyes and put an arm around his `brother'.
"What's so special about Burgundy?" Olav had only been in South of France before, not here in the heart of the country.
"It has the most gorgeous countryside with rolling green hills, medieval villages and vineyards," Bill read aloud from his tourist information booklet.
"And mustard fields blooming in bright contrastÉ" Colin had the same page. Dad and son grinned at each other; they were in leisure mode.
"Honestly Olav, it's a great place for wine and food, and as you know, both are great French passions. And Mr Reynard loves both wine and food..." Bill was interrupted.
"and young guys." Colin supplied.
"Who is going to meet us at the station, Dad? Kasim is still in Marseille I understand, and I don't know if Don will be staying at the farm this time." As he spoke, Colin's eyes followed the young curly-haired French conductor. "Typically French!" A comment for his own ears only.
"Reynard told me he had hired a new farm manager, a guy from South America I think. A real gaucho, he said. I assume he will be waiting at the station." Bill closed his eyes and rested after a morning with young love before breakfast. "You must remember I'll be sixty next year," he had said to his young lover while Colin and Olav had sucked his dripping hard-on.
"A gaucho?" Colin tried to think of a pampas cowboy but wasn't sure what he expected. "A man with a huge black moustache perhaps, spitting tobacco and smelling of sweating horse," he wondered.
Colin was brought back to the present. "Tell me more about Mr Reynard, Colin. He was much more attractive than I had expected," Olav said. "Very sexy for a man in his sixties!"
"Mr Reynard is both a very nice man and a very complicated one. He found me, as he likes to tell others, in a street in Paris. I owe him my modelling career, but he is also very demanding." Colin stopped.
"He adores Colin," Bill commented. "But he thinks everything can be bought with money."
"I don't agree, Dad. The man has money enough and he is in fine physical shape. But he can't get a hard-on without pills and the use of whips. I guess he had a boy in every city before his accident some years ago." Colin looked at Olav. "But I made him cum last summer, with the help of Dad who nearly flogged the skin from the man's back!"
"You exaggerate, Colin! It wasn't that bad, but Reynard is a voyeur like many photographers. He watched the porn with you and Kasim remember, while we took care of him. And Pierre was there too!" Bill noticed that Colin had his teasing look. "Why are you smiling, son?"
"I'm thinking of Kasim and his nephews. Goodies for you, Daddy. I think Habib will invite himself into your bed as soon as he arrives." Colin grinned.
"Why is Pierre living with Mr Reynard?" Olav asked. "I like him. He is very effeminate, but he has a dancer's strong body."
"Yes, he used to be a dancer, and he's a great make-up artist as well. He used to live in a village close by, but he is Reynard's full-time servant now. Reynard can't live without him, but he is so fucking hard on him sometimes, using that damn cock-cage and stuff like that." Colin snarled.
"Watch your tongue, son! No need for those dirty expressions. Maybe you are in need of some hard punishment yourself." Bill looked around and added, "It's been a long time since I coloured your butt!"
"Sorry Daddy. I'll behave!" Colin blushed and looked down.
"Dijon-Ville in three minutes. Sortie a droite. Dijon-Ville!" The TGV slowed down from 280 km/h to a standstill without a sound.
There was a lot of people, a lot of traffic, and a lot of noise outside the modern railway station in Dijon. The three waited with their luggage but did not stress. The summer sun was warming, and the thought of nice days ahead made them feel content.
"The only man with a real South American hat is the guy on the other side of the square." Bill pointed out a man who used his hand as a sunshade.
"He has seen us. He's coming!" Colin was excited. A man very different from his imagination reached them. The man was tall, maybe 6ft 3in (1.90 cm) and he looked very well-built, less tanned than Colin had thought. As a greeting to them he lifted his broad-brimmed, off-white hat with its black ribbon and then placed it back on his dark curls.
"Welcome to Dijon, amigos. I guess you are Mr Reynard's guests." The man addressed them in English with a Spanish accent. He smiled the whitest smile Colin had seen in a long time, and let his dark, dark eyes move from one person to the other. He gave Bill his hand.
"Federico Castro, a su servicio! You must be Bill!"
Bill looked at the man and swallowed, shook his hand, for once he was a bit tongue-tied. "Aye, I'm Bill. Merci!"
"Bill is rarely stunned like that when meeting new people," Colin thought.
"I don't know why Mr Reynard only calls me Castro. Maybe it's easier for him to remember, so please, for you I'm just Castro." The two men's eyes met and neither of them pulled away.
Colin grinned and kicked Bill's foot very lightly. Bill released the man's hand. "And I'm Colin!" he said, and was met by a firm handshake. "And this is my Norwegian friend, Olav." The man gave them a huge smile.
"Mr Reynard talked about you all last night. He said you looked like a Nordic prince, young man. I agree!" The man held Olav's hand. Olav blushed and looked down.
"And you are the horse-boy?" The man's eyes were back on Colin; his black intense eyes were scanning him. Colin had looked at the man's bulge inside the tight breeches several times since he had stopped in front of them. Now he was afraid that his own growing erection was visible.
"I was happy to work with the horses last summer." Colin answered. "And Kasim gave me some riding lessons but I'm not an expert."
"Yes, Kasim rides like the Arab he is," Castro commented.
"Aye, he rides very well!" Colin agreed. Bill was the one who kicked Colin's foot now.
"We better hurry to the estate. Mr Reynard is waiting with some food and some wine, I'm sure. The car is behind the station. Let me!" The man took one of Bill's heavy trunks and carried it in front of him. His biceps bulged in the tight short-sleeved white t-shirt. His arms were hairy, but not dark, and the open shirt had shown nothing but a very tanned smooth chest.
Colin winked at his dad, who blushed. Colin guessed that his dad's eyes, like his own, were set on the very manly buttocks in front of them. The riding-boots underlined the very macho look. The new Argentinian farm manager had presented himself to the summer visitors.
A van waited for them and this time Bill placed himself in the front seat, letting the boys have the back seat for themselves. Colin had been in this part of France before and now he tried to be a good guide for his `brother' while following the light and cheerful conversation in the front of the vehicle.
"It's wonderful to welcome you to my home again, Colin." Monsieur Reynard took hold of Colin's upper arms and kissed him twice on each cheek. "I hope you had a nice evening in Paris yesterday."
"It's good to be here again, sir," said Colin. "I look forward to seeing the whole farm again and showing it to my boyfriend." He winked.
M. Reynard laughed. "I hope to see a lot of both of you." The man turned to Olav, and the Norwegian was now more familiar with kisses on the cheeks.
"I'm pleased to be invited, sir," he said. "Colin has told me a lot about you and the farm and the summer parties."
"I'm pleased that you could both come. I've planned a summer party for when my manager Kasim and his nephews arrive from Marseille. I think they will arrive the day after tomorrow." Reynard searched out Bill who had been occupied with Castro and the luggage. Now Bill shook Reynard's hand and patted him on the back.
"You look more relaxed today than when I saw you in Paris, Bill. You have met my new stable-man. You like him?" Reynard smiled. Bill blushed like a schoolboy caught with his pants down.
"He was very charming," said Bill. "Interesting to hear about his dramatic life in Argentina."
"Where is Pierre today?" Colin asked.
"He is preparing tea to welcome you," replied Reynard. "Leave your bags in the hall for now and follow me out to the patio."
The table on the patio would not have looked out of place in an English tearoom. The finest China dishes were set out on a brilliant white linen tablecloth and in the centre stood a three-tiered plate filled with cakes and pastries. "We were unable to get scones but I hope this meets with your approval," said Reynard. "Let this be a small starter. We have a hot lunch being prepared for later."
"It looks wonderful," said Bill.
Just then Pierre appeared carrying a large teapot. Colin smiled at him but waited until the teapot had been placed on the table before moving closer to hug him. "How are you today, mon cher?" Pierre was more distant than normal.
"I'm well," replied Pierre. Then he bent closer. "But, my back is very sore today!"
"That's bad news," said Colin. "I'll take a look afterwards, okay?
"Sit down everyone and enjoy the feast," Reynard instructed.
"May we try the pool, sir? I'd love to show it to my friend," Colin looked at Reynard. "And thank you for the tea!"
"Go on, kids. Build up an appetite for the stew Pierre will serve us later on. You know where to find towels, Colin. Allow me undress you now!" He made the Scottish student, not at all a kid anymore, stand in front of him. With trembling hands he undressed Colin. Starting with the shoes and socks, Reynard moved on to Colin's shirt and shorts, and at last he very carefully pulled down the white bikini briefs. Colin was naked on the patio. It was a bit weird to be stripped in front of his dad and his boyfriend, but he knew that from now on he would be more or less naked in this part of the garden for the rest of his stay in France.
"Nice," Reynard said. His finger touched the string of pre-cum dripping from Colin's sudden erection.
"Let Daddy help you, Bro. Then I'll race you to the water!" Colin said.
Bill helped Olav with a big smile on his lips. Then he hugged the naked Norwegian lad and gave him a light spank on his round butt. "Go on, Viking. Beat him!" Bill looked with pleasure at the two who hurried down to the lower terrace.
"Think we must apply some suncream to those bodies," Reynard commented. "The sun down here is tough for the Nordic skin!"
Dressed in a white linen suit and a white summer hat Reynard stood beside the pool and admired the two youngsters who swam, dived and played in the beautiful clear water.
"Where is Dad?" Colin shouted. "I thought he would like a swim too. Excellent water, sir! Just great!"
"He went to ask Castro if he wanted some food with us, now or tonight," Reynard answered. "You didn't get any towels. I'll fetch some for you." He went up to a small pavilion and returned with towels. He placed them on sunbeds beside the pool before he sat down. Colin guessed Reynard would be around for a while.
"Let's give the man something worth watching," Colin said and found Olav's quickly stiffening prick. In a wild game the two played in the water, grabbed any possible body part, and produced a hot love-scene in the pool. They dived and mouths found cocks. They jumped and fingers found back-doors.
Breathless they hurried from the water and shook like dogs to get water from their hair. Colin pushed Olav down on one of the sunbeds and without hesitation he spread Olav's legs, knelt in front of him and took the dripping cock into his mouth. This was no tender, long-lasting sex session, but simply the culmination of the game in the water.
After some long strokes with his tongue, Colin turned around and the two boys found each other in a hot sixty-nine. Olav did not stop with Colin's cock and balls, but he went on to rim his friend's wet and waiting arse.
"Please hold me, sir!" Colin threw a towel to the well-dressed man before he lay down on his lap. "Hold my legs, please. Fuck me, Olav. Show our host what a Viking does with his tool!"
Colin's arse was wet, and so was Olav's cock. The iron-hard dick entered Colin without problems and he used all his 11 cm (just over 4 inches) inside. He was in a hurry, he was horny as hell, and the situation was beyond fantasy. Here they were fucking in the sunshine, dripping wet, on the lap of a man in a white suit and a summer hat.
"Do it harder, Bro. Fuck me harder. Let me cum." Colin tightened his muscles and Olav rotated close to his love-button.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Colin shouted and ejaculated. He fired his load hands-free over his own body and over Reynard who held him.
"Give me your load Olav, please. Let me have it," Reynard suddenly shouted. The lad was close to the edge and he hurried to withdraw from Colin's arse. They were in no doubt about what Reynard wanted. The older man had opened his mouth.
Olav gave his cock some heavy jerks. "Take it, sir. Take it!" With one hand on his jerking dick he sent a load of Norwegian boy-milk into the waiting gentleman's mouth. Reynard took care of every drop, licked his lips and swallowed. Olav did not stop. Colin grinned when Olav placed his dickhead into the man's mouth and let him suck it clean.
Then, all of a sudden, Colin stood up, grabbed Olav's hand and together they jumped back into the pool. A small bell was heard from the patio.
"Lunch is ready, guys." Reynard gave the two in the pool a signal to follow.
Minutes later Olav and Colin, still quite wet but wrapped in white towels, sat down at the table. Pierre was serving a colourful salad and Monsieur Reynard prepared the wine.
"You take a look for Bill, Colin dear. I think he is by the stable. You should see him from the end of the patio, I guess." Reynard pointed while handing Olav a glass of champagne. "Thank you for the cream!" The man whispered and winked at the blushing Norwegian.
Colin smiled when he saw his dad close to Castro. They were chatting and laughing side by side. Castro had placed a hand on Bill's shoulder.
"Lunch is ready," Colin shouted. Both men turned around. They shook hands, not in a formal way, but very friendly. Castro left for the stable and Bill hurried up the stairs to the patio.
"Castro was pleased for the invitation, Reynard. But he prefers to accompany us this evening. A horse is needing new shoes, he said." Bill did not meet Colin's teasing eyes. It was a marvellous lunch in the shade on the patio. The boys had their wine like the older ones, and they really did appreciate the food served them by Pierre. And Colin was very pleased when Reynard invited Pierre to sit down with them.
A short time a black shadow hurried across the terrace. A large black Labrador found his way up to the table group and went up to Colin. Not very polite, he stuck his snout between the lad's legs. Colin whined and found the dog's head. "I think you remember me, dirty old man!" Colin said. The dog licked his hands.
"Non, Randy! Ici!" M Reynard's voice was clear and the dog went up to him and sat down beside him. "Put him in the back, Pierre. Let the guests eat in peace. Maybe you will walk him later, guys. He is very endearing."
Reynard and Bill relaxed in the shade when Olav went with Pierre to the kitchen. "I'll take care of Pierre's back, Colin," Olav said. "I have the Dutch cream, you know."
Colin was very happy. He could have gone to see Randy, but that could wait. He wanted to see the stable. First he looked for the gelding he rode last year, then he tried to find the young stallion he rode with Kasim. He climbed a fence to look better when Castro came up to him.
"You fancy the horses, amigo?" Castro put a hand on Colin's shoulder.
"Yes, sir. I do. I was looking for the old horse I rode last year, a very calm and trusting gelding, but he isn't where he used to be." Colin was very comfortable with the new stableman's presence.
"He's resting," Castro said. "I heard he was quite sick just before I arrived. But the stallion you are admiring now is far from resting!" The two looked at the black horse in front of them that had a boner like a grown-up man's arm.
"He's really horny," Colin said. "Is there a mare around or is he trying to impress me?"
"We have a wet mare in the paddock and she is ready for mating. We haven't been able to inseminate her so the boy here will have his first real job tomorrow morning," Castro answered.
"He doesn't seem to be in need of any stimulation. He's dripping hot!" Colin had trouble with his own erection. It wasn't the first time a horny stallion had that effect on him.
"You may give him some oats, chico. That will calm him down. I don't want him to take out all his energy for nothing." Castro followed Colin to the front of the box. Colin swallowed when he looked at the man's muscles and the pointed nipples he could see through the man's sweaty t-shirt.
"You don't stay in the main house, I heard," Colin commented. He had hoped to see the man daily. "But you will come to supper, I hope. Do you live far away, sir?"
"No, not far. I live in the old log-cabin on the other side of the small valley. I prefer to stay alone, you see." The man winked and Colin was a bit uncertain.
"Did he just flirt with me?" he asked himself. "Do you mean the house you see from the hill, close to the.. ehÉphallus stone." Colin suddenly felt embarrassed. "I thought that just was a ruin."
"It was renovated during the winter. It's been done up very well and I like it. Do you want to see it? We could ride there together and I will bring you back for supper." Again Colin felt the man's hand on his shoulder.
"But I have no riding stuff ready!" Colin said.
"No problem, chico! It's so hot this afternoon and I'll be taking a horse up to my house for the night. Best grass cutter you can have." Castro's eyes were black and shining. The long eyelashes were like a young girl's. "We can ride without a saddle. You can sit in front of me, to get back the riding feeling. First I have to check on the horse that got new shoes today. I'll see you in half an hour, okay?"
Colin felt strange. He suddenly loved the feeling of being commanded by the older guy. He trembled a bit when he left the stable for the kitchen. He was horny, and his prick was wet.
"Get back the riding feeling!" Colin thought, thinking about himself last summer naked on a horseback, with Kasim's cock in his arse crack.
Pierre was lying face down on a bench when Colin entered the kitchen. Olav was comforting him by using zinc ointment on the very sore bum and lower back.
"Not nice, not nice at all," Colin said. "Why was Reynard so damned hard with you yesterday?"
"He said I had cum twice without his permission. And I hadn't managed to let him get any satisfaction," the boy whispered. "It's true and I begged him to punish me."
"And he did for sure!" Colin touched the red striped buttocks. "And he added this cruel cock-cage again?" The steel cage was very visible.
"No, no. I did that myself, to calm the situation. I have the key on the wall, soÉ" Again Pierre whispered.
"Yes, and so! I take the responsibility, love!" Colin took down the small key, turned the boy around and freed him for the chastity device. "There will be no cage on your cock while I'm around," he said. "I'll talk to the boss."
"Cream up his dick and balls too, Bro. He needs that. And his spunk is a good ointment for his butt. I'm going for a ride with Carlo. I'll be back before supper. Please tell Dad for me, Bro." Colin went up to Olav and kissed him deeply.
"Save a bit for me, darling!" Olav winked.
Carlo, again wearing his broad-brimmed hat, was waiting outside the stable holding a glistening black-blue horse. The tall man lifted Colin up onto the horse and gave him the reins. The lad took control of the horse and placed himself so that the man could jump up behind him on the back.
"Let him go, chico. Easy, lad! Easy!" He gave a signal. The horse was a bit restless because of the unknown rider. Carlo took the rein in one hand and put the other arm around Colin's upper body. In a light gallop they left the farmhouses and rode into the green landscape. Colin was in heaven. He was as close he could get to the man he hoped to become familiar with, and he felt the heat from the horse. Without thinking he moved closer to the man's bulge, and let his head from time to time touch Carlo's hot upper body.
"Get back the riding feeling!" Colin thought about the man's words. Imagination perhaps, but Colin had the feeling that the bulge behind his butt was growing. The Scottish lad grinned when the man, just for a second, touched his strong erection, and then withdrew as if he had got an electric stroke.
"It will be another hot French summer," he thought.
To be continued