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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 95
Castro slowed down the horse when they reached the landmark that Colin called `The Phallus Stone.' They were on a high point of the landscape; there were vineyards spread out in two directions, with a small green valley and a thick forest in front of them. Behind them were the estate's sandstone buildings and the darker stables. Far down between the rows of vines they could see a white house built in the style of an old Roman temple.
Colin rested his head against the man's warm upper body. "Cool," was the lad's not too intelligent comment.
"What's cool, chico? Castro fastened his grip around Colin's body. "Flirting with me or looking at the beautiful landscape?"
"Both!" Colin answered, looked at the man behind him, and grinned.
Castro used his feet to set the horse back into a gallop. They rode down from the hill, crossed a small stream, and headed up to the edge of the forest where the log-house was placed close to some huge oaks. "Strange!" Colin thought. "It's just a few hundred metres from the main building and it's like another world."
The horse stopped by the fence. The man handed Colin the reins and jumped down to open the gate. "Take him to the rear of the house and remove the bridle!" Castro was surely testing his new horse-boy. Colin managed. He calmed the huge horse, patted his head, and freed him from the halter like Castro had taught him. He found a place for storing the harness in the open stable, cleaned the bit and placed it correctly with some others. The open stable smelled of horse, hay and sunshine, but Colin wondered why a functional pillory was stored there among the horse equipment.
"You know that instrument, chico?" Castro was standing behind him. The man was shirtless, but still in breeches and riding-boots. Colin swallowed and looked at the well-tanned man. He had a god's body in Colin's eyes, well-muscled without looking like a bodybuilder, dark coronas around stiff nipples, dark armpits, and a dark trail running from his belt up to his navel. The rest of the upper body was smooth.
"Aye, sir. I've been in a similar instrument in the past. Just for fun though. You made it, sir?" Colin placed a hand on the old wood of the pillory.
"No, no. It must have been one of the former residents, or maybe Mr Reynard has stored it hereÉcould be interesting." He interrupted himself. "While you are here maybe you could do me a favour." He turned around and walked to the house. Colin followed.
Beside the entrance were a huge wooden tub and a primitive shower. "I have no real bathroom in the house, you see. But when the water here has been in the sun all day it's perfect for my evening cleansing." Castro was about to undress. He sat down at the front steps and kicked off his boots. Very ostentatiously he smelled his socks and threw them away. Colin was excited for what would come next. Castro removed his breeches and showed off his tight, well-filled boxers. To Colin's disappointment he climbed into the tub.
"I'd better keep my underwear on, or your father might accuse me of indecent behaviour towards an underage boy." Castro smiled.
Colin blushed, but he knew the teasing attitude. "You would be correct if I was under eighteen but I'm not. Yes, I know I look younger. But since the tool inside those trousers could cause a youngster of my size permanent damage, I agree. You'd better keep them onÉor maybe you want me to turn away instead? But you asked for a favour, sir."
"Si, chico. I haven't been able to get my back washed properly since my stable-boy left two weeks ago. I hoped you would do the job for me." The man turned his back to the lad. Colin could not but admire the well-built buttocks, and the strong upper legs. The sweaty piece of underwear sticking in the crack made the sight even more tempting.
Colin stripped off his t-shirt, found a small bucket, filled it, and started to wash the taller man. Water, soap and bare hands did the job. The man was pleased, and he closed his eyes and lowered his shoulders. Colin took care of the man's arms too, and his armpits. Colin had a boner that tried to burst through his shorts, but he didn't care.
"Where does the back end, sir?" Colin asked. He had his hands on the man's hips.
"Your choice, chico!" Castro answered.
Colin slipped his fingers into the waistband of the boxers and pulled them down. Now Castro was naked. With another bucket of water and some more soap, Colin started to wash and massage the round buttocks. With a light pressure on the man's upper legs, Colin made the man spread them. A rather rough washing showed Colin that the crack was hairless except for a wreath of black hair around the man's brown rosebud. Castro was moaning now and when Colin washed the man's arse with an open hand, he had problems standing still.
Colin let his hand follow the perineum all the way to the man's hanging balls. The balls were smooth, but not shaved, just some light hair. Colin cupped the large balls and washed them. "No hanging cock," Colin thought. "He must be rock hard!"
To Colin's great disappointment Castro covered his crotch with both hands and sat down in the tub. "Thank you, Colin. You did better than my former stable-boy! Sorry for making you wet." Colin looked down. His shorts and underwear, both next to transparent, displayed his young hot body.
"Jump in, chico. You can't get much wetter." The man had his hands out to help Colin into the tub. The boy stripped off his shorts.
"I'd better keep my underwear on, so I don't give you the wrong impression," Colin grinned, "or maybe you'll just close your eyes." The youngster stripped off his small white bikini, gave his stiff dick some jerks, scratched his balls, and then jumped into the tub.
"May I open my eyes now?" Castro asked.
"No please, sir. Wait some seconds. Let's both stay blind!" Colin turned to the man and let his hands search. He found the weapon he was `looking' for. With two hands he started to explore the stiffest and biggest cock he had felt for a long time.
Colin checked the veiny shaft; he played with the loose foreskin; he tugged the grown-up balls and he squeezed the cockhead. Again the South American was moaning. Colin opened his eyes and saw the man throwing his head backwards and breathing with flared nostrils.
"Please let me suck you, sir. I want to worship this monster." Colin squeezed Castro's iron-hard cock.
"You don't have to, chico. Your hands are good enough for me." Castro opened his eyes.
"Please, sir. Let me taste you. I have wanted you since I met you at the station today," Colin said. "I felt your cock while we rode over here, and you nearly made me cum on horseback."
"Are you sure it was me and not the black stallion with his dripping cock who made you horny, son?" Castro went up on his knees. The monster cock was just above the surface of the water. Colin moved closer and Castro found the boy's balls and cupped them. Without touching the small cock, he pulled the balls down and made the boy scream.
"Your father told me that you are his lover and companion," Castro said. "What will he say about you playing with me?"
"He will be very jealous!" Colin smiled. "He will be jealous of me. I'm sure he would have paid to change places with me just now." Colin held the cock shaft with one hand and with the other he squeezed the cockhead and opened the piss-slit.
"Your dad is a stallion manÉ" Castro whispered. "And you are his baby for sure."
"I'm not a baby, and I'm my own master, sir. Let's stop chatting about my dad. You will be able to screw him later this week, I'm sure. Let me do you now. Please stand up." Colin rose to his knees and had the dark brown monster-cock just in front of his face. The boy swallowed. He tried to compare the man with his dad and with Kasim, his Arab stage-fucker. Castro's cock was longer than his father's, perhaps 30 cm (12 inches), and as thick as Kasim's.
"You think you can take it, chico? Not everybody can do that. But you are tough, Mr Reynard said." Castro placed his dark cockhead on Colin's lips.
"What else did the boss say about me?" Colin put out a long tongue and gave the underside of the cockhead a lick.
"He told me that you are a great sucker, and that your tight pussy can manage the biggest cock." Castro didn't give Colin a possibility to respond. He filled the youngster's mouth with the cockhead. Colin placed his small hands on the man's hips and Castro placed his much larger hands on Colin's dark curls. He gave the youngster no possibility to slow down; the stallion was in charge now, and wanted desperately to feed the boy. He tried to throat-fuck him. In the beginning it was an odd operation, the man was only taking, not giving.
With tears in his eyes, Colin pulled back. "Take it easy, man. No need to rape me. I'm here because I want it. I want to do you good. I'm not a slave and I want you to do me good too. You agree, sir?" Colin found Castro's nipples and used his nails, hard and brutal. Castro received the message.
"Sorry, chico. I was carried away, sorry!" Castro stroked Colin's hair, and then he reached down and wanked him slowly.
Colin blew on the naked cockhead, pressed out a clear drop of pre-cum and caught it with the tongue. Then he put one hand back on the man's right nipple, the other hand searched between the legs for his arsehole.
Up on the hill, beside the stone, Bill stopped the electric all-terrain car. He was taking Olav sightseeing on the big estate. The eager Olav jumped out and went over to the phallic stone. He explored the upright stone figure in grey marble and followed the stone-penis's head with his hands. The stone was even taller than himself; he guessed about two metres.
"So this is Colin's cock stone," Olav smiled. "I've seen the video of him bound up here. Guess he was excited. Difficult to tell the age of this stone." The young archaeologist was excited too. "Could be very, very old. The Romans were in this part of France, I believe."
Bill was listening to Olav with one ear only. He was searching the landscape with a pair of binoculars. Bill saw a smile and heard a light moa when he stopped to focus on the log-house across the valley. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, then he looked again. No doubt, some very hot action could be seen over there.
"He's ahead of me, that little devil!" Bill grinned. Then he looked at Olav.
"What did you say, sir? Was this the place you flogged Colin in front of the camera? The same place where Kasim used a bull-whip on him?" Olav was back beside Bill in the very modern open car.
"The video is partly fake," Bill said. "I was too hard with Colin, yes. His butt and his back were very red. I was turned on by the situation. And I wanted to impress the other guys, I guess. Reynard was watching from his top window down there, that jerk."
"But I thought a bull-whip was dangerous." Olav looked worried.
"Yes, it can be - but Kasim is a showman. He uses the huge whip in performances. It was never near Colin, even if the sound was trying to suggest another story." Bill gave Olav the binoculars.
The Norwegian searched the landscape. "What is the white building down there?" Olav pointed.
"It's a replica of a Roman temple," Bill answered. "Quite nice. There's a garden down there too, and a pond with fish and flowers; even a small pool for bathing. The temple was there when Reynard bought the estate, but he has changed it into a sort of summer-house and placed his collection of sculptures around it.
"Reynard wants to take photos of Colin and I down there tomorrow. I'm not quite sureÉ" Olav looked at Bill.
"Let's take a look. We'll find your brother later. I guess he is into his stable-boy fantasy now!" Bill turned the car round and found the gravel road through the vineyard. He put an arm around Olav's shoulders and the boy answered by placing one hand on Bill's upper thigh. Bill spread his legs.
Colin was afraid that he was working the South American too fast. He felt trembling in the man's body as if he was reaching a climax. Colin stopped and looked at the man.
"Are you enjoying it, sir? Turn around, please. Let me taste the real man." Colin made the man turn and pressed his upper body down. Castro spread his buttocks and gave Colin access. He sniffed the sweat and soap, not unpleasant. He thought about Kenny again and felt his own arse muscles contract.
Colin rimmed the stallion with great skill and when he put his tongue inside Castro's arse, the man shouted, "Please, please, take a break or I'll shoot my load. Give me your prick, kid. Let me taste your sweet honey!" Castro took command and lifted the youngster to find his dripping cock. Colin was the one to shiver now. This man could do more than receive. He filled his mouth with Colin's dick and balls and almost ate them. Seconds later he spread the lad's buttocks and put two fingers from each hand inside his rosebud. Colin howled; this was too much, too fast. Castro took the signal and changed to two fingers, but they went deep inside and found Colin's love button. Colin tried to tighten, but he couldn't. He just had to have an orgasm here in the arms of this new stable-manager.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "Please, sir. I'm cumming!" He tried to withdraw from Castro's mouth, but the man didn't let him. He went on with the pressure on his prostate and he worked his balls. Colin spurted and spurted, until finallly he almost fainted. He couldn't remember last time he had an orgasm like that. His arse, his balls and his cock, his whole lower body, were like jelly.
"You okay, chico?" Castro looked at the boy with his dark shining eyes. He licked his mouth and swallowed again.
"I'm close to heaven, sir. You areÉ you areÉ" Again Colin locked his two hands around the huge dripping cock.
Not far away a naked Olav swam in the small pool outside the Roman temple. Bill, as nude as his son's boyfriend, rested on a Roman bed under a colourful canopy. He had watched the Norwegian beauty play around the marble statues; he had received treatment from this sucking specialist; he had returned the play by treating the lad's balls and boy-cunt; he had listened to the kid-like cry when the boy ejaculated his boy-cream hands-free all over his own body and face, and lastly he had licked every part of the young body free from spunk.
Bill had resisted Olav's mouth when he wanted to give him a hot return. In a way Bill had a bad conscience because he had behaved like Reynard. He had spied on his son with the South American, and grown extremely horny. After that he had made Olav happy, but all the time he had been thinking about his son. He knew that Colin, despite a love-session with the stable man, would be in his arms during night, wanting and giving him all the pleasure he needed.
Colin suddenly got to know Castro's fighting forces. The man jumped out of the tub. His stiff cock was a monster, and he did not cover up now. With a grip around Colin he lifted the young body in his arms and carried him behind the house to the open stable. He carried him to the pillory and placed him down on the dry dirt floor. Colin knew what was about to happen. In a way he would have liked to have his dad here; the two had their own security agreement, but he was dripping horny again, and a look at the `horse-man' and his cock convinced him to continue.
"Bend, boy! Bend down. Give me your arms, put your neck here, kid!" Castro gave the orders now and Colin felt that strange feeling of submission. He was locked in the pillory. Castro used his feet to spread Colin's legs.
"You want me to fuck you, chico? You have wanted me to fuck you all day, haven't you? Answer me! You want a real cock up your dripping cunt, eh?" Castro pinched Colin's arsecheeks.
"Yes, master. Please, master. Fuck me hard, sir!" Colin tried to sound more submissive than was his normal behaviour.
Castro fetched a riding crop from the wall. He used the crop to tease Colin's balls and to tease the arsecrack. He used the riding crop from the boy's neck down to his arse, and he used the crop inside Colin's legs, slowly, very slowly. Then he vibrated the riding crop very close to Colin's balls, before he did the same to Colin's nipples. No hits, just stimulation. Then he turned the riding crop around and placed the black leather handle in front of Colin's moth.
"Suck it! Make it wet!" Castro spat on the handle, then he gave it to Colin. The lad did not hesitate. Locked in the pillory he sucked the handle and knew where he would feel it next. As if this was a planned action, Castro fetched a tub of ointment from the same wall and greased up the handle, then he used two fingers to grease Colin's boy-cunt.
"Sorry, sir. I have to piss, sir. Please release me," Colin really was in need.
"All mares piss before they are mounted!" Castro shouted. "Go on piss!" But he did not withdraw his fingers. Colin, again stiff as iron, felt almost as if he was having a new orgasm when he emptied his bladder while Castro had two fingers in his arsehole.
"Open up now, son. Let's prepare you." Castro used the handle as a dildo and penetrated the youngster very carefully. The handle was about ten centimetres (4 inches) long and very rigid. When the man rotated it, the hot feelings were back in Colin's body.
"Please master, give me your cock now. Make me cum again, sir. Please, sir!" Colin twisted his butt.
Castro went in front of the pillory and pushed his cock forward while he greased it with slow movements. He pulled his foreskin back and placed a large amount of cream on his cockhead. Colin looked on, pretending to be scared. He knew this game.
When Colin felt the cockhead on his rosebud, he pushed back to open up. Suddenly Castro's monster was inside him. Even though Colin had wanted to be penetrated, he yelled out in pain. The cock was bigger than expected.
"You okay, son?" Castro sounded worried.
"Just give me a second, sir. Let me move a little." Colin lifted his butt. "Now, fill me up, sir!"
Castro went inside very, very carefully. He stopped when he was twenty centimetres (eight inches) inside. "You can take more, son?" Castro asked. The commanding voice was gone. A very horny but caring man asked now.
"Give me the rest, boss. This mare wants the horse-cock all the way." Colin talked through gritted teeth. This was a monster cock indeed! Last time he had felt like this, he was a young teen, trying to please his maths teacher down in London. But this man cared. Soon Colin felt Castro's pubic hair. He had taken all thirty centimetres (twelve inches) !
"Now master, show me how an Argentinian cowboy takes care of a pussy." Colin tried to use his muscles.
"I've never had a pussy as tight as this!" Castro answered.
"Then, please sir. Fuck me and fuck me hard. I'm about to cum again!" Colin was more than ready.
Castro started slowly. He let Colin adjust. Then he withdrew half his length and slowly filled the boy again. Colin loved the feeling of being fully stuffed, and he was ready for harder actions now.
"Harder, sir. All the way, sir. Give me your horse-cock now." Colin whined with every bottom thrust, not with pain but with rising lust. The man knew how to edge his bottom-boy, again and again. Colin started to get frustrated, as he wanted so much to cum again. On the other hand, he wanted to see how far this stallion could go before his own explosion.
Colin both heard and felt the change. The man snorted like a horse. Colin's thoughts were dirty. He thought of a real stallion just before the mounting. Then the horse-cock looks like a steel-feather. That's how Castro was now. His cock was bending upwards and he pulled out, and rammed inside Colin's arse again and again. Colin screamed, but this was exactly what he wanted. Castro used his hands underneath Colin's body, with fingers on one hand pinching the hard nipples, while the other hand was squeezing the stiff little cock.
"I'm cumming again, sir. Please sir, please sir!" Colin filled Castro's hand with white cream. The man lifted the cupped hand and licked Colin's nectar, while he rotated his own dick just inside the open boy. With a hard grip around his weapon, he hurried to the front of the pillory, lifted Colin's head by the hair and shot his own load, a load that was a combination of clear liquid and white cream.
Colin managed to open his mouth, but most of the spunk landed on the boy's head from his hair to his chin. Colin was completely drenched. With a cock still wet from spunk and spit, Castro went back behind the boy and penetrated him again. For the next ten minutes he fucked him in silence, very slowly, while he caressed the young body. Then, with the cock still inside him, he opened the pillory and embraced him from behind. Colin was hard again and Castro's huge weapon had just started to shrink when the two bodies and the two mouths met. Together they licked and kissed.
"That was awesome, sir," Colin whispered. "Next time you may use the crop for real. But Reynard would have killed you if you had given me red marks today. He wants me to look untouched and innocent for the party tomorrow night, you see."
"I know! I've got my orders, chico." Castro lifted Colin and carried him back to the tub in front of the house.
"I will miss you when you leave, Olav. This has been a fantastic summer." Bill dried the naked youngster and placed him on top of his body. "And I'm so happy that you and Colin have had some adventures alone too."
"I will miss both you and Colin very much. And I don't know when I will see you again. Uncle has some fantastic plans, but I'm sure I will be back in Bergen during the autumn." Olav moved his hips and felt that Bill was stiffening close to his own balls.
"And now you have a French lover too." Bill made some jerking movements with his hips.
"Carlo is both sweet and polite, and I'm happy to travel with him to Egypt. The crazy man wanted to get me into a university in Paris next year, but I'm sure I will end up in the old double bed with my room-mate Helge in my hometown." Olav had problems talking. He was growing horny again and Bill's cock was searching.
"Helge is a rock!" Bill kissed Olav's forehead. "You'll have many opportunities. You are so young, darling!"
Olav was sitting on Bill's upper legs now, playing with his rising cock, not as impressive as the cock Colin had just worshiped, but not far from it. The 59-year old man presented a well-trimmed 24 cm (9.5 inch) man-cock, and displayed a playful muscled body.
"I'm sure your boyfriend is riding with the horse-manager now, Viking boy. Are you ready to give me a ride?" Bill caught dripping pre-cum from the youngster's cockhead and put the fingers in his mouth.
"Yes, sir. My dream, sir. You are the best; the very best." Olav kissed Bill with a wet and open mouth, and gave him his tongue.
"Reynard likes to anticipate his guests' needs. There is lubricating jelly all around!" Bill picked up a jar and gave it to Olav. "Please grease me up while I open you with my tongue." He let Olav sit on his face while the youngster greased and played with his iron-hard cock. Bill rimmed the fair-haired youngster from the north, before he finger-fucked him with three fingers. The Norwegian lad was dripping pre-cum that landed on Bill's hairy chest.
"Turn around, lad. I want to see your face every minute while we make love." Bill lifted the young body and helped him to open his boy-cunt. Very carefully, Olav lowered his body down onto the waiting cock. Bill knew that his big cock was the limit for Olav, but ever since he took his cherry last year the two had managed well. Bill took his time and made this a happy event for Olav. Now he was fully inside and the youngster was still stiff. Bill knew that he should wait a bit, then start with small movements. But this was the first time Olav was in command, and Bill let him do as he wished. It was a new experience for the mature top.
Bill lifted his hips when he shot his load into the youngster. He had wanted Olav to do the job, and the youngster had ended with a double orgasm all over Bill's body. The half hour long love-scene had been a dream of passion between a dad and his son's boyfriend.
Olav cuddled in Bill's arms underneath the light summer-blanket when Colin Ð on horseback - stopped outside the Roman temple. The horse was saddled now and Colin looked very professional, even though he was barefoot and dressed only in a pair of shorts.
"See you guys for supper," Colin waved. "Castro wants you to fetch him with the car, Daddy. He's ready for a visit, you know." Colin put the horse into a gallop and headed for the home stable.
An excited host, Mr Reynard, sat inside his study at the top of the main house and had followed the whole of the adventures of his new guests. In front of him were three screens. One screen showed the patio where his dog was sleeping in the sunshine. The second screen had showed his Scottish friend Bill lying on a bed with the Norwegian youngster who had been riding him with great passion. The third screen had shown an unclear picture of a boy in a pillory, while his new stable-manager had been fucking him from behind.
"Remember to tell the technician to change the camera in the stable at the log-house." Reynard talked to his young slave Pierre who did his best to satisfy his master from below. The same Pierre had made an agreement with Bill earlier that afternoon. The recorders in the house were temporarily out of function. No tapes for Reynard today.
"How did you like the Latin Cowboy, son? Could he satisfy your imagination? Bill had Colin in his arms in the warm summer-night. They slept with open windows and enjoyed the breeze playing with the huge oak trees around.
"He was very polite and very careful, and very sexy, as you found out yourself." Colin played with his dad's nipples. "And he is very interested in you. He asked a lot of questions. You will love his cock dad, and he is a great rimmer too."
"Is he...I mean...how...?" Bill found it difficult to pump his son for the more intimate information.
"He is huge daddy; a combination of you and Kasim. He has a stallion cock, and just before he spunked off, his rock-hard cock felt like it was pointing upwards, really stretching my cunt. And he drenched my head, spunked like a youngster. He gave me full value Dad, even if he locked me in a pillory to do it." Colin used his hands to lift his dad's heavy balls.
"Why didn't you drive up to us? I saw you on the hill, and I saw you watching me with the binoculars. Did I make you horny, Dad?" The boy's hand played with Bill's half-hard cock. He toyed with the foreskin and smiled when he felt the cock rising.
"I wanted you to check him out alone. Is he a possible replacement for Kasim, do you think?" Bill let one of his legs cross Colin's. "I'm not sure that he is into any kind of performing but if he likes you, who knows?"
Bill sucked Colin's nipples. Colin replied, "He's an amateur, don't forget. Kasim has fucked guys in front of cameras and on stage all his life. `The stallion from Morocco' was born in Libya and lives in Marseille, when he's not here serving Reynard. I guess the public wants a new guy!" Colin talked as if he was the real professional.
"What about you, Colin love? You want a new guy too?" Bill sighed. Two pairs of eyes met.
"I love only one! And he is here now, and forever." Colin turned around and placed himself upon his daddy. "Please don't be stressed when I mess around. It has nothing to do with you and me. Did Olav satisfy you today, Dad? He has wanted you alone since we met you in Paris."
"Your brother was a dream, Colin. I let him be my boy today, all the way. In the end I let him ride me. I wanted him to be in charge. My plan was not to go all the way with him, but he brought me to heaven down there. You are two of a kind. He was sleeping like an innocent kid out there just before I came to bed." Bill adjusted his erection inside Colin's arsecrack.
"You want me to ride you, Daddy? You are a different man when we're in France, aren't you?" Colin kissed Bill.
"Can you manage again, son? It's only our first day at the farm. We have weeks ahead of us here in France." Bill used a hand to rub Colin's forehead and wild hair.
"Aye, sir. I will ride you to heaven again, and I look forward to having the best cock inside me every day and every night." Colin reached for the tube of glider placed on the bedside cabinet.
"I had better borrow some blue pills from Reynard then!" Bill grinned.
"No need for them, Dad, no need. Tomorrow Kasim and Habib will arrive and soon Castro will place his hands on your butt again. That will work for you better than any pill." Colin filled his hand with jelly and covered Bill's waiting cockhead.
"Let me open you properly, sweetheart." Bill let Colin place his boy-cunt close to his mouth and the tongue did the job before familiar fingers prepared him as many times before.
"I love you, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes! He shouted and lowered his arse on the spear underneath. Normally Colin would have loved his father to fuck him from underneath, but this time the son understood that the older man needed some assistance. Colin bottomed in one single thrust, then the well-trained gymnast did the work until they both ended the day in a common orgasm.
"You want breakfast here or on the patio, sir?" Pierre looked inside after a careful knock on the door.
"I need a morning dip in the pool right now." Bill smiled and tried to cover his naked body. "I would love some coffee on the terrace afterwards though. Have you seen Colin?"
"He just left the room with hisÉ brother. They headed for the pool too." Pierre went into the cupboard and found a stack of towels for Bill.
"Come here, Pierre. Please come here, and sit down please." The youngster did as he was told. Bill put an arm around him. "I'm so happy to meet you again Pierre, and I know Colin loves being with you too. I'm sorry if you got into trouble yesterday because of the recording stuff. I will talk to Reynard today when he is back from the airport with Kasim."
"Thank you, sir. Mr Reynard left early this morning," Pierre got up and in stood in front of Bill. The man undressed Pierre, removing his singlet and then his white shorts. Bill smiled when he saw the JustColin underwear, but he did not smile when he saw that the youngster had a steel cage on.
"Colin has an extra key, I know!" Bill opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet, found the key and unlocked the youngster from his chastity belt.
"Now, my boy, you run to the pool and play with the other guys. I'll make coffee, and I'll see you for breakfast." Bill gave Pierre a towel and a light spank on his butt.
"But, sir, IÉ" Pierre started.
"No buts. I'm the boss now. Please go on, honey," Bill opened the door to the patio and sent Pierre out to the other lads who were shouting and playing on that sunny summer morning.
Half an hour later Bill had breakfast ready on the patio and went down to the pool to let the youngsters know it was time for something to replace the spent energy. The sounds from the pool were gone. Bill looked around. On a sunbed underneath a parasol the youngsters were into a very hot threesome. The `brothers' were serving Pierre; one treated his upper body, the other treated the lower part. The easy-cumming Pierre was offering his long and thin cock to the sucking specialist from the north, while Colin oiled the thin body and played with Pierre's nipples.
Bill stopped and groped his bulge. For the second time in 24 hours he caught himself as a horny voyeur. He hadn't got his morning service, but he turned around and went for his coffee. Minutes later he heard shouting from the pool again. He smiled.
"You are so distant these days, Dad. Why didn't you come down?" Colin towelled his wet hair, and Olav did the same. The naked youngsters sat down by the table.
"Where is Pierre?" Bill asked.
"He was a bit worried about being naked. He said his clothes were in your room. He's coming now." Colin pointed at the kitchen door. The beauty in his mid-twenties had put on a minimal bikini and was carrying a tray filled with croissants.
"I guess you want some fresh pastries, gentlemen." The youngster was back to his service role.
"Marvellous!" Bill said. "The smell and taste of France. Come here, Pierre. Please sit by me. The boys will help you in the kitchen afterwards." He put an arm around the giggling young man.
"Fuck! Oops, sorry for swearing, Dad. I'll behave better. Castro is mating a mare this morning!" He blushed. "I mean. Castro is bringing the Black Beauty to a mare this morning. I promised to be there. Am I excused, Dad?" Colin finished his third croissant.
"Go on, son. I guess the stallion will be hornier with you around. I mean the horse, son. Maybe you should put on some clothes first though." Bill smiled and looked at the naked lad who already had some new tanning, but no tan-lines. Colin had been almost naked since his arrival. "I'll take your turn in the kitchen today. Off you go!"
Colin was in a hurry. He found a pair of baggy shorts and a singlet and ran off for the stable. He heard the horses and he heard men talking. From a distance he was greeted with a wave from the tall South American, and the youngster waved back enthusiastically.
He found Black Beauty's wooden stall and climbed onto the wall. The horse greeted him with open nostrils and by showing his teeth. The horse was far from displaying his normal behaviour this morning. Colin had seen that sort of foreplay before, and this horse was ready for mating. His cock was hanging from the sheath, dripping piss and pre-cum.
"Is there any sperm here this morning, chico?" The stable-manager was suddenly behind Colin and put his hand inside his baggy shorts and found his balls. "Or did I unload you completely yesterday?" He used a finger to find Colin's pre-cum and then he licked it.
"I am hoping for some more draining today," Colin answered. He couldn't tell Castro that his daddy had fucked him senseless last night and that Pierre and Olav had made him cum before breakfast.
"Black Beauty is ready to do his job," Colin said. "What about the mare? Is she wet and ready?" Colin had problems talking because Castro was wanking him inside his shorts.
"She is more than ready. The two farmers are preparing her. They will bind her hind legs so she can't kick the stallion. She's a virgin, and a bit ticklish you seelÉike you!" Castro tickled Colin's hips and upper body and kissed his hair.
"Climb into the last stall over there and you can follow the play." The man lifted Colin down, but held him tight for some minutes before he placed him on the ground. Castro had a very obvious a boner inside his breeches and Colin let his hand touch it.
Two horse-guys were working with the horse, much smaller than the stallion who soon was about to mount her. A young boy, with wild dark hair and dressed in denim, had bound the mare's tail and pulled it to one side. He grinned at Colin who climbed up on the fence close to where he was standing. The mare's swollen pink cunt was fully visible now.
Castro arrived with Black Beuty, controlled but uneasy. "Ready?" he shouted.
"She's still a bit tight, slow at making herself ready," the man shouted back.
"Like all women, eh?" Castro bound the stallion to a pole. Then he very quickly cupped the horse's erect cock and collected some dripping liquid. He went up to the mare's front and let her smell and taste the stallion's pre-cum. She whinnied and threw her head back; the cunt was growing. She was ready. Colin had to grope his own hard-on. As a sort of reflex the stable-boy with the rope did the same.
The mating was done very fast. The stallion was young and virile. With some help from the two men he placed his huge arm-like cock inside the waiting cunt. Then came two or three jerks, that was all, and with a roar he sent his sperm into the mare.
"Good boy! Good boy!" the two men shouted. Seconds later the stallion withdrew, still fully erect, dripping dark yellow sperm. The stable-boy had done his job, the tail was no hindrance anymore. He jumped up on the fence beside Colin who gave him a high five and a broad smile.
"Short-lived fuck!" Colin commented. Black Beauty was already on his way back to his box.
"Well, he'll have a new fuck tomorrow. He needs some rest and some food now. Hasn't eaten much today." The French boy jumped down and loosed the rope.
"Happy with the show, chico?" Castro was back putting his hand on Colin's shoulder. "Say hello to our neighbours Martin and Leon. They run the horse-farm next to the village. You have already met Jules! He's Martin's son."
Colin jumped down from the fence and held out his hand. He was met by two powerful handshakes. The two men in their forties were dressed very much like Castro, tight breeches, boots, and t-shirts. A little hairy, tanned and with muscled arms, Colin admired their well-trained bodies.
"Did you cum with the stallion?" Leon teased and looked down at Colin's baggy shorts which had a very visible wet spot.
"Almost, sir!" Colin answered without hesitation and without blushing.
"Uncle, don't be a prick!" Young Jules was the one that looked embarrassed.
"I'm sure he's like you, boy. You have a hard-on every time you see a stallion spit his load, haven't you?" Leon went on. "Find yourself the donkey next, eh?"
"Shut up Bro, he's only fourteen. Don't tease him?" Martin looked at his brother but smiled at the same time.
"Do you think he's different from us when we were teens? Fucking every hole possible!" Leon punched his brother's shoulder.
Castro looked very uncertain and tried to change the situation. "Colin is Mr Reynard's boy and heÉ"
"I'm not Mr Reynard's boy, sir!" Colin interrupted. "I'm a visitor, yes, but Mr Reynard is not my daddy or my lover. He's my boss only, but a very good one!"
Nobody commented. Colin smiled and looked at the two men. "Are you sure you are not horny yourself after the show out there? Either you gentlemen are were hung, or you are hard inside those pants." Colin had seen both men making some adjustments during the dirty talk.
"Seeing a teen like you with a dripping hard-on is a good reason for being horny!" Leon groped himself. "The manager here told us you have a superb body!" He looked at Castro who just grinned.
"Maybe we have something to show each other, gentlemen. Not even lunchtime but it's a hot day already, isn't it?" Colin stripped off his singlet and looked at Castro. "Maybe you have a place, sir?"
Castro opened the door to a room behind the stables, very clean, very hot, filled with bags of oats and some fresh hay. Colin, the showman, jumped onto one of the bags, moved around, pulled off his shoes, then turned his back to the men and dropped his shorts. He was naked underneath and when he turned to face the men, his 10 cm (4 inch) cock was wet and gleaming. The truth was that the lad had been close to cumming during the horse event, like Leon had implied.
"You like what you see, gentlemen? Tiny, but hot!" Colin pushed his hips forward.
"Suck him, Jules. Just do it! Don't pretend. Show us how you suck your mates! The slut waits for it." Leon pushed the young stable-boy forward. He was taller than Colin, about 1.75m (5ft 9in), thinner, but good-looking. Martin tried to stop the lad, but Jules knelt in front of Colin. Without hesitation, Colin put his cock inside the pink lips and felt the waiting tongue. Colin moaned, knowing this was not the first time this youngster used his mouth as a sexual organ.
"Well, gentlemen! You will show me your weapons, eh? As brothers, I assume you have no secrets." Colin looked at the three men in front of him.
"Rim him, Jules. Suck his ass. Fuck him with your tongue. He wants our cocks. Isn't that so, garcon?" Leon went up to Colin and made him kneel with his butt in front of the men. "You want real man-cocks, don't you?"
"Aye, aye sir. Please show me you are stallions like the horse outside. Breed me. Make me cum. Make me shoot my load!" Colin shouted.
"Find some grease, Castro. We can't dry hump this youngster, he's too tight!" Leon lifted Jules away from Colin. Very roughly he undressed the boy completely. Colin watched from the side and saw that the thin boy was extremely well-equipped. He had a cock like a grown-up man, hairy and dark, but thin. "Show this lad that you have your father's and your uncle's cock." Leon was about to pull down his own trousers when Castro came back with a tub of cream.
"Let me!" Castro said. He greased up Colin's arse, pushing two and then three fingers inside.
"Now open him, Jules. Show us a real fuck!" Leon pushed his nephew forward. The naked boy, with an upright cock, penetrated Colin without any problems. His only disappoinment was that he spunked off after just a couple of minutes. Red in the face, he withdrew and left Colin open for his uncle and father. The two did not cum quickly. They shared the boy-cunt and they shared the dirty talk. Colin had been close to the edge many times since Carlo had wanked him outside, and the brothers fucked him hard and not very loving.
"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming!" Colin spunked off hands-free over the oat-sack in front of him, but the brothers did not stop their action. Over the next twenty minutes they changed positions and pounded the lad like real stallions. The `mare' was there to be filled. And they filled him up. They filled him up, deep inside, and Colin felt a bit dissatisfied when they withdrew and allowed three loads of man cream to drip from his open arse. Colin continued to stay on his hands and knees while the men and the boy dressed. In a way he was confused. He had made the invitation like a slut, and he had been treated like one.
"Have fun while you're here!" Leon gave Colin a slap on his buttocks and the three left.
With tears in his eyes Colin stood up. He was surprised but happy when he saw Castro naked and erect. In seconds Colin was in his arms, and shortly afterwards Castro placed him on the haystack and filled him up with his dick. But this was a gentle fuck, a hard fuck when Colin asked for it, but a fuck combined with love-talk and kissing. When Colin cried out that he was cumming again Castro cupped his cock and the two shared the nectar before the South American wanked his own cock and feed Colin with a stallion's cream.
"See you tonight, stable boy." The two were outside the stable. Castro looked around to check that they were alone, then he kissed Colin deep and loving. "I'm responsible for the barbecue. Argentinian steaks you know!"
Colin ran off for the welcoming of his former stage lover. It had been an exciting morning with the horse-guys and his boy-cunt was sore and dripping.
A short time later Colin was standing at the gate waiting for Reynard to return from the airport. Both Olav and Bill were waiting too. Colin hadn't met Kasim since the modelling in London some months earlier. He thought it would be cool to see Kasim's nephew Habib again. The two had been very friendly when they made their sightseeing video in London. Colin smiled when he thought about the younger brothers too. They cross-pissed with him at the airport while their very serious Arab father had been just outside.
Bill and Kasim bear-hugged like old friends. Bill and Kasim were about the same size, both well built, Bill about 10 years older than the former porn-star and performer, who was now Reynard's business manager.
The next to be hugged was Colin who nearly was crushed in the in the man's arms. Even though this was their first meeting Olav got the same welcome-hug from Kasim.
The three nephews jumped out of the back of the car, all three dressed in baggy football-gear in different colours. Habib, now eighteen, followed his father's example, but just gave Olav a high-five. The boy looked a bit older than last year. He even had some dark hairs on his upper lip.
Caid, two years younger than his brother, but two heads higher, followed the high-five. Very formally, he gave his hand to Bill.
And the youngest, Kasim Junior, just thirteen, bowed like a real gentleman. Bill could see that the youngest was the one with the biggest change from last year. He must have grown at least 15 centimetres (6 inches). He was almost as tall as Habib and Colin.
"May we use the pool, sir?" A very eager Kasim Jnr asked Mr Reynard who was now leaving the car.
"Please do!" Reynard answered.
"But take your luggage to your rooms first," Kasim interrupted. "And no football-gear in the pool remember. Either you find clean boxers or you swim naked. We don't want the water-pumps filled with dirt again. And use the outdoor showers. You know the rules!" Kasim sounded like a real father.
Colin smiled. "Dirt in the water-pumps is a good excuse to get the lads naked, don't you think?" Colin punched Bill's shoulder.
Bill blushed. Colin had said exactly what he just had been thinking. "Let's help Kasim with the luggage. Then we can mix with the lads at the pool." Bill smiled when he saw the youngest guy hurrying down to the pool dressed in nothing but a football-cap.
Lunch was over, and so were the drinks. The men had shared a bit more wine than normal for a lunch and the temperature both inside and outside was rising. The breeze had made the morning very comfortable, but now the temperature passed 30 Celsius in the shade.
"Pierre will drive me to the village," Reynard said. "We have to do some planning for the great farmer's market this weekend. Pierre is responsible for a body-painting show and we will meet an artist from Paris. Any of you want to come with us? We'll be back in good time for the barbecue tonight."
It was no surprise to Colin that Olav wanted to go, and both Caid and Kasim Jnr raised their hands. Habib's eyes met Colin's. They said, "We will stay at home."
Half an hour later Bill and Kasim left the table. They had finished another carafe of Reynard's good wine. "Come!" Bill looked at the boys still sitting by the table with some computer games. "Drop those iPhones, guys. I will show you something. And put some shorts on, Colin. I think there are some visitors at the stables."
Bill brought Kasim and the boys to the back of the old barn and they climbed the ladder to the uppermost room; a large hall with some hay bales and an inner lift directly down to the stables. The storeroom was almost empty now, but might be filled with new hay later in the summer. A lot of thick ropes were hanging from the ceiling and even some swings were mounted too.
"I think this Tarzan trail was made for a party some years ago. The storeroom hasn't been used for some years. Too complicated to bring the hay bales all the way up here, I think," Kasim said.
Both Colin and Kasim were up in the ropes climbing like monkeys. Kasim was back in his football-gear, but the shirtless Colin was just in his baggy shorts from the morning.
"Please help me with this tarpaulin," Bill said. The men re-arranged some of the hay bales and placed the tarpaulin on top. They sat down on the new `sofa' and looked at the lads now testing two huge swings. Bill found a hip-flask and handed it to Kasim.
"I brought this Norwegian aquavit for a special occasion. Colin tasted some in Oslo and said it could kill horses, so a stable must be the correct spot for a dram!" Bill said.
"You guys know that `dram' is a word by both Norwegians and Scots!" The young linguistic student made a remark while swinging by.
"Isn't it very warm up here for those activities, guys? I guess Tarzan had less clothes than you, professor." Kasim took a sip of the flask, coughed, and gave the flask back to Bill.
Colin took the signal and stripped off his baggy shorts. He was commando; a naked Tarzan now.
"What about Jane? Wouldn't she try to tease the horny male?" Bill followed. Colin's erection was very visible.
Habib, very red-headed, jumped down from the swing and placed himself in front of Bill. "Please sir. Show me how you want me here!"
With a huge smile, but a bit shaky, Bill lifted the football-shirt off the lad. Habib displayed a boy's body, the skin smooth and light brown in colour. The black armpit hair and some dark hair around his coronas told Bill that the Arab boy was developing. Bill saw the tenting in the baggy shorts, put his hands into the waistband, and very carefully stripped the youngster. Habib's erect cock was not much longer than Colin's and definitely thinner, but the black pubic hair and the small track up to his bellybutton, was a real contrast to the all smooth Colin after his Paris shaving.
Bill spanked Habib's butt and pushed him back towards the ropes.
"No cameras up here my friend?" Bill looked at Kasim and took a new sip of the drink.
"No, I don't think so. I would have known. Reynard shows me all his dirty stuff!" Kasim answered.
"Give us a show then, guys. Show us how much you love to see Habib again, Colin. His pussy is waiting to be licked and I'm sure his prick wants some treatment!" Bill behaved very differently from Colin's usual daddy. He took off his own shirt and helped Kasim to do likewise, then they had another dram each.
Habib was standing in his swing when Colin went up to him and found his dick. With hands around Habib's buttocks and some movements in the swing Colin started to mouth-fuck the Arab guy. After some minutes he turned him around and spread his legs. Habib managed to lift himself by the ropes and opened his arse cheeks completely. Colin licked and sucked, to Habib's great pleasure.
The Scottish athlete moved to a higher swing and hung down by his knees. Hanging upside down, Colin's dick and balls were more visible than ever. Habib licked Colin's groin, his dick and balls, his crack and his pink pucker.
"Take a break or I will shoot my load, mate. Tarzan is about to cum, Daddy. Do you guys only want to drink? I would like to see your cock soon, Kasim. I have longed for it since early morning," Colin cried out. His face was red. He still hung by his knees when Kasim had undressed and moved up to the swing. His stage-partner had never seen him like this. Now he lifted him upside down and lowered him so Colin's mouth found the dripping hard-on while the man himself took care of Colin's stiffy.
"Are you two showing off a new show act?" Bill passed the two and lifted Habib in his arms and carried him to the hay bales. "If you wish, please undress me, son. Your uncle seems to be occupied for the moment!"
Habib was easy to ask. He stripped Bill of his city-shorts, then he sniffed the tenting boxers before he used his teeth on the visible cockhead. Without more hesitation he stripped the man naked and knelt in front of him. Bill groaned loudly when the youngster managed to take half of his 24 cm (9.5 in) cock into his mouth.
"I want your cock inside me now Kasim, please sir." Bill heard his son's begging.
"You want me to fuck you, Habib, like I did in Marseille last year? But I don't want you doggy-style. I really want to make love to you, to see you, to kiss you, make you my boy, while my own kid is serving your uncle over there. You think you can manage, love? I'm big, remember." Bill looked at Kasim who grinned back at him.
"Don't let that small-cocked Scotsman frighten you, son. He's small compared to an Arab you know." Kasim moved Colin around and carried him to lie down beside Habib.
"You brought some cream for these pussies, or just that damned aquavit"? Kasim asked. Bill handed him a tube of KY jelly. Seconds later Kasim had fingers inside Colin's arse. Colin moaned. He knew the man's hard, direct action that hurt like hell, but turned to that crazy heat just afterwards. Bill was a bit more careful with Habib, but Bill understood that the lad hadn't gone back to virginity after last time he saw him.
"Let me check you before you put that weapon inside my son." Bill used both hands around Kasim's cock, greased him and jerked him long and hard. Kasim closed his eyes and let Bill work on him. "Save some for me stallion!" Colin interfered in his daddy's actions.
None of them heard the young ones. Kasim grabbed Bill's cock and pulled his foreskin back until Bill had tears in his eyes. Then he used his palm filled with jelly and worked the cockhead until Bill's knees trembled.
"Okay, Bill. Let these youngsters understand what a real fuck is about!" Kasim lifted Colin's legs and placed them on his shoulders. He bent Colin's legs outwards and opened his arse. Then he just filled him. He filled him to the bottom without mercy. One long howl from Colin, a real howl Bill understood, but then both the sound and the movement stopped. Kasim waited for Bill.
Bill did it his way. He used his fingers to open Habib's sphincter, then he placed his cockhead at the boy's entrance. Five centimetres (2 inches) with each thrust and Bill was fully inside too. Bill looked at Kasim. "Who will last the longer, you think? You need another shot, man?" Bill put two fingers inside Kasim's arse.
"Stop dreaming, guys. Let us cum now. You may fuck each other all night. That's your dream, eh?" Colin's eyes went from Bill to Kasim and back to Bill.
The two men started their actions side by side. Soon their only task was to pleasure their youngsters. Habib was the first to shoot his load all over his own body, his face and his hair. Colin caught some for his own mouth. He was the one to shout next. "I'm cumming, Kasim. Please, Kasim. Harder, harder!" Kasim managed to cup his hand around the shooting cock and soon shared the boy-milk with Bill beside him. The men continued their pounding. Colin was as hard as ever, but Habib was soon quite soft.
"I think we should send these guys to the pool!" Bill said. "They need to be cleaned up before the party."
"But..." Colin said.
"I have no man-cream for you today. Take care of your friend now, and find Olav. Tell him to accompany us tonight. He leaves tomorrow, remember!" Bill interrupted.
The boys found their clothes. Then they started to climb down the ladder. When they reached the first floor they saw the men upstairs in the shadows. Colin was sure that Bill already had Kasim's monster-dick inside his waiting arse, but Habib said he was sure it was the opposite.
To be continued