Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 11:27:42 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 47

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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) and
older men.

Comments always welcome at colin4men@gmail.com



COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES

Chapter 47


"What's the matter, darling?" Bill put his arm around his sweaty and uneasy
lover.

"It was that man again. He tried to strangle me. He's so big and I'mÉI
love you, Daddy. Just that stupid dream again." Colin was somewhere between
sleep and awake. He crept closer to Bill and put an arm around his warm and
naked body.

"Go back to sleep, love. It's much too early to get up," Bill said as he
stroked the young lad's hair.

"I have to pee first." Naked as always Colin found his way to the bathroom
with his eyes almost closed. His morning cock was hard as iron, and the
young man played with both his cute 4 inch (10 cm) dick and his loose
morning balls on the way to the toilet. He knew that his morning piss would
sprayed all over if he wasn't careful so he sat down and pointed his stiffy
into the bowl. "Now piss before I go crazy," he murmured.

Back in the king-size bed he realised that his dad was deep asleep
again. He was lying in the morning position Colin loved; his legs widely
spread, and his bulge very visible under the light cover. The bulge was
quite big today so the horny youngster had to take a look of his favourite
toy.

"You want me to suck you, Daddy?" Colin pulled the cover aside. His dad's
morning wood was a dream for the young man, 9.5 inches (24cm) long, naked
glans, pointing all free from his body. "An invitation for sucking," Colin
said to himself and let his warm wet lips slide over the cockhead. The
smell was the smell of a grown-up man and Colin loved it. He used the tip
of his tongue to check his Daddy's red piss-slit. Although in his late
fifties, Bill produced pre-cum freely like a teenager. Colin played with
it, made long strings both with tongue and fingers.

Normally this Sunday morning fun would result in heavy sex before
breakfast, and Colin would have loved that. But this morning was
different. He had invited himself to have breakfast with their mutual
friend Bruce. Colin looked forward to meeting Bruce again. He always did,
but he was a bit worried too. He guessed Bruce knew pretty well why he was
coming. Colin was a sort of voice for Bruce's young Asian lover and
`slave'. The slave word was never used, but that was how Bruce treated the
young kid from time to time. Bruce could be a bit rough occasionally, as
well as being the angel who adored his young Johnny Ð or Johnnyboy as he
called him.

Colin decided to take a morning jog before going up to Bruce's house. Bruce
had told him that he would have the sauna ready. It was a cold morning
outside and Colin looked forward to the new small sauna in Bruce's
basement. He looked out of the bedroom window at the view he loved, even if
it was only some big trees and the roof of the neighbouring house some
distance away. The colour of the sky and the movement in the trees told him
about a cold lowland winter morning.

The boy looked sexy in his new very tight compression running gear, a
present from Mr Reynard. On top he wore a tight running jacket and the
winter cap he had borrowed from Olav, his Norwegian `brother' and
`boyfriend'. Colin tried to smell Olav's scent every time he used it, and
this time was no different. The youngster did nothing to hide that his
hard-on leaked inside the jock he was wearing. He took a longer and harder
run than he had intended. His thoughts were on Bruce.

Colin was the only one, as far as he knew, that had found out about Bruce's
secret. The very macho man needed some really hard action on his own body
from time to time. Colin had been the one to inflict the punishment and he
had promised Bruce not to tell anybody, not even his closest friend Bill.

Colin also knew that when Bruce had been too hard to Johnny, he tried in a
way to give back, by ordering Johnny to hit him with different tools. That
was almost impossible for the Asian bottom guy and was part of the reason
for arguments between them.

The very young looking Colin was able to take heavy punishment on his own
body, but he too had trouble giving Bruce what he asked for. However he
knew that Bruce would end any spanking session by giving him a really hard
fuck. Bruce's cock was nearly as impressive as Bill's, not as long but
thicker. When his plum-like cockhead forced its way through Colin's tight
sphincter, he felt a short-time pain that for a moment `kills your brain',
as Colin once explained to Bill.

When Colin knocked Bruce's door, he was hot and super horny at the thought
of the possible hard morning fuck from Bruce.

"Good to see you, Colin baby!" Bruce greeted him and hugged him tight. "I
was afraid you wouldn't come in this dirty weather." There was some snow in
the air. "I have the sauna ready, and a huge breakfast for you in the
oven. You haven't eaten already I hope?" Bruce let Colin inside, before he
hugged him again.

Colin found Bruce to be quieter than usual and very unlike the lively man
he usually was. Bruce was wearing baggy shorts, and also a baggy
t-shirt. It was not how the normally well-dressed, macho man liked to meet
visitors.

"Something wrong, mate?" Colin heard Bruce moan when he put his arms around
his older friend's upper body.

Bruce answered by pulling off his t-shirt and turning his back to
Colin. The boy did not like what he saw. The man's back was heavily marked
from a whip or from a solid cane. The red marks covered his back, from his
neck down to his waist.

Without thinking Colin pulled down Bruce's shorts. Bruce did not
protest. The sight of the man's buttocks and upper thighs was even worse
than the back. Both the buttocks and the upper thighs were covered with
dark red stripes.

"What the hellÉ? The normally no-swearing Colin could not believe what
he saw.

Bruce turned around, and Colin blushed when he saw that his friend, even
badly beaten had a growing cock pointing at him. The marks from his back
and bum were visible from the sides of the body as well, but no harm was
done to his front or, what Colin could see, to his cock or heavy balls.

"The clergyman was very hard with me this time," Bruce sighed. "He had even
brought an assistant to beat me up." He showed Colin his swollen and marked
wrists. "They put me in the pillory, would you believe it?" Bruce tried his
normal grin.

"Clergyman? Father John? Does he know about yourÉ needs?" Colin and
Bruce were still standing in the hall.

"He has been working on me from time to time over the years. He is into
heavy bondage as you know, and he knows that I sometimes need to be
punished. And he is in the punishment business you know, and he loves that
part of his job." It was a sarcastic tone from Bruce who was still very
close to young Colin. "And this time he had to show off both for the young
priest and a visiting monk."

Colin embraced the man he in many ways admired, and tried to be gentle with
his back. He found his neck with his warm lips and kissed him. Then he just
looked at the man without words, but with tears in his eyes, and kissed his
lips. It was a deep and tender kiss, returned in the same way by the man.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Colin was a young man of solutions.

"Are you crazy, baby? What should I tell him? Ran over by a farm rake?
Anyway it's not that bad. I have been worse! But come in now for God's
sake, don't stand in the draught from the door." Bruce nearly pushed Colin
into the sitting room, still shirtless and with his shorts down.

"Why did you need punishment, as you call it, this time?" Colin was very
careful as he comforted Bruce's sore back with his small hands. He knew the
answer, but wanted Bruce's own version.

"I was a bit too hard with Johnnyboy again. Nothing serious. He was not in
the mood to be fucked hard and I was horny as a devil. `The Devil' was in
me, as Father John put it." Bruce pulled his shorts off and went over to
the sofa.  "I went mad and used the small whip on him. He remained hard
which showed me he was horny too, but instead of letting me have him, he
started to wank in front of me. He said he didn't need my sex. Then he ran
off outside. He went to see Bill, who called me later on."

"And after a while he begged Daddy to fuck him hard, and then he played sex
games with my old man the whole night." Colin was very direct. "How do you
explain that?"

"Not difficult. My loving Johnnyboy wants tenderness and foreplay and all
that stuff when I come back after a week out of town, but I am horny as
hell and want a quick release. Happens every time. Never like that when I'm
working from home." Bruce waved his arms, annoyed with himself.

"Let me take off your wet running gear." Bruce was close to Colin again,
and helped him with the jacket and singlet. He looked the boy straight in
his eyes when he touched the elastic waistband of the compression
tights. The boy nodded and Bruce undressed him slowly.

Just in his sports jock with very visible wet spots, he was a prince in
Bruce's eyes. He sniffed all over the young body, and covered him with
kisses. When he bent Colin around, spread his arse cheeks and sniffed and
kissed his light coloured hole, the boy moaned softly and had to adjust the
stiff dick inside his jock.

"Where is Johnny now?" Colin tried to relax a little and turned to face
Bruce again.

"He's with his parents, working this weekend. I talked to him
yesterday. He'll be home tonight. He's my good boy. I love him, I love him
very much."  Bruce was very direct now. "But Colin, let me finish cooking
your breakfast, and then we'll take some time in the sauna."

"No, Bruce. No, mate. I'll do what I came to do first. Let's go down to
your playroom now." He took Bruce by the shoulders and almost forced him
downstairs.

Bruce looked puzzled and turned to face Colin who had taken a middle-sized
whip from the cabinet. "Do you think I need more, son?" Bruce looked
miserable, perhaps even a little annoyed.

Colin looked very serious when he ordered his old friend to lie face down
on the high table used for massage, and then put him a dark mask over his
eyes. He saw that Bruce seemed to be lying in an uncomfortable position so
he asked him to lift his hips. He then spread the man's legs a bit and used
his hands to make Bruce's hard cock and balls fully visible.

Bruce waited for the whip, and was far from relaxed. "Bruce, dear friend,
do you really think I will whip you this morning? You have learned your
lesson, haven't you? But do you think the clergyman should take all the fun
from me. No man! So relax now!" Very slowly Colin started to give his older
mate a soft massage. He poured oil all over his back and used his hands to
rub it in, while he from time to time kissed the man's neck and the inner
part of his upper legs without touching his balls and plum-like cockhead.

"Did Father John cane your arse like this?" Colin used a heavier cream for
the worst strokes.

"No, Father John was occupied with his young colleague, Father Christian I
think his name was. He was to be punished down in the crypt too. Some silly
thing about wanking in front of the choirboys. Why punish him for that?
Must have been a nice show for those boys. The young man was very well
hung."

"I know," Colin said without thinking.

"Father John wanted me to spank the young man in the pillory. But I cannot
spank a boy if it isn't part of sex play so I could not lay hands on that
young priest. When I refused, Father John took care of his colleague
himself, and the monk figure took care of me. He was so hard that Father
John stopped him and reminded him that this was not an exorcism." Bruce
breathed heavily. Colin saw that he struggled with his huge cock. The towel
was wet, not from oil, but from Bruce leaking pre-cum.

"But it was Father John that fucked me. I begged him to do it." Bruce
said. "First he fucked me with his candle then with his huge cock. For a
top man like me it hurts like hell, but when he saw that I was super hard
and dripping, he fucked me until I spunked off, down in that dead men's
room.

"The Devil has left you brother," the brown-robed monk said afterwards.

Bruce whined when Colin started using his fingers and nails on his balls
and cock. Colin then opened Bruce crack and spat on the hairy
arsehole. "Would you like the Devil to return now, Bruce?" Colin asked.

"Yes baby, yes baby, and then I want to fuck you."

"I was afraid you would not be able to do that today," Colin whispered very
softly in Bruce's ears.

"I'll be dead before that happens!" The answer was clear.

Colin went to Bruce's cabinet and opened it. What was the most devil-like
in there? He chose the fake Kasim cock, identical to the one both Bill and
Colin often played with. He went up to the waiting, and very horny Bruce.

"Suck this!" He placed the dildo in front of Bruce who licked and sucked
the tool. Then Colin oiled the silicone cock and after that put the top of
an oil-bottle into Bruce's arsehole and squirted a large amount inside. He
put the head of the 10 inch (25.5 cm) dildo against Bruce's puckered
entrance. "Now take the Devil," Colin said. "If I can take it, then you can
take it. Open up! Don't be a pussy. That's what you said to me the first
time you gave me your cock remember!"

Bruce opened his arse as was told, and Colin pushed the replica cock
steadily but directly inside. Bruce was silent.

"Have you fainted?" Colin asked.

"No. Now don't be too tough baby, or I will fuck your brains out
afterwards." Bruce lifted his head.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" The young man stripped his jockstrap off,
and with one hand on the dildo, he gave the jock to Bruce, who still
blindfolded, put the jock in his mouth to suck and sniff Colin's young
scent.

"Raise your hips, mate." Colin started to fuck Bruce very slowly with the
dildo, while he used his other hand to wank Bruce's 9 inch (23 cm) cock
which was so thick that Colin's hand could not fully encircle it. Bruce was
making sounds as if he would cum soon on this early Sunday morning in the
warm basement room.

Colin suddenly stopped all action on Bruce. He gave some wanks to his own
cock and saw that he had dripped a large amount of pre-cum on the
floor. Then he lay down on the old leather-sofa and pulled his own legs up
to his shoulders. He used four oily fingers to open his own love hole.

"Take off your blindfold, sir. I'm all yours now." Colin had a very sexy
voice when he looked at the man he just had fucked with the dildo and given
his cock-wet jock as a toy.

Bruce took the signal very quickly and with some fucking movements he
pulled the dildo out from his own arse. "You want this cock now," Bruce
showed the well-used and well-oiled dildo to the waiting boy.

"No sir, please sir, give me your own cock, sir. I dreamt about it last
night and I came inside my pants when I ran through the streets just now,
thinking of you fucking me." Colin opened his hairless arse with his
fingers and presented it to Bruce.

"So that's why your jock was tasting of spunk then! Give me your boy-pussy
and I will let you taste my weapon."

"The fuck that followed was a real Bruce-fuck," Colin told Bill
afterwards. Fast and hard and hot, and because Colin had already spunked
that morning just outside Bruce's doorstep, he managed to stay hard without
cumming until after Bruce had finished off deep inside his love hole.

Colin stood over the now kneeling Bruce and sent his eight or nine volleys
of spunk onto the man's face and into his mouth. "This must better than
sucking spunk from my dirty jock." Colin grinned and then snowballed his
friend and protector.

***


Colin jogged home in Johnny's much too big training suit. His daddy waited
with a second breakfast. Colin could still manage more food after the heavy
morning `job' and the nice sauna in Bruce's arms.

"How was Bruce today?" Bill asked.

"Nice and horny as always," was Colin's short answer. "He is waiting for
Johnny who is coming back to him tonight. He said they loved each other
more than ever." Colin kept his promise. "Bruce needs his macho facade,"
Colin thought.

"Olav called you on Skype," Bill said. "Twice. He will call back after
lunch." Colin blushed. He had forgotten about the appointment with his
Norwegian friend this morning.


Colin was eagerly waiting for the call from Norway, and Bill was restless
too. He hadn't told Colin that he had had a long chat with Olav while Colin
was at Bruce's house. Bill thought about the fuck he didn't have with Colin
that morning, and he thought about Olav who had reminded him about the
first time the two were in bed together, and even talked very freely about
their time together in the mountain lodge over Christmas.

Colin felt Bill's excitement when he came back from Bruce, but did not
question what had caused it. When his dad went for a walk alone after lunch
in the heaviest winter weather you could think of, Colin was a bit
confused.

When Bill arrived back from his walk he heard Colin talk upstairs. The door
to his room was partly open. Bill did not want to spy. That was not a habit
in their house, and there were no secrets around. But he sensed that it was
not a normal chat. In fact, it sounded as if someone was having sex up
there. Bill went really curious now. He had arranged with the masseur to
look into the house during the weekend, and he even knew that Qi would
visit one day before the family set off for Sri Lanka on their winter
vacation. Or could it be Johnny who stopped off on his way home to hear
about Colin's morning visit?

Bill gave himself an excuse of a visit to the upstairs bathroom, even if he
could have used the toilet in the hall. He caught a glimpse of the naked
Colin lying on his bed with a huge pillow behind him, playing with his
cock. "Strange," Bill thought. "If he is really horny again after the
morning fuck from Bruce, he doesn't have to jack off. He knows I would have
given him all he wanted." Bill took a grip of his stiffening cock. The
sight of his young Colin was enough for the horny man.

"Yes, Bro. Put your finger inside your hole. I want to see you finger-fuck
yourself." Colin was speaking with a husky voice. Now Bill understood. He
was witnessing a young fuck through modern technology.

"If Colin doesn't want me to know about this, why isn't the door closed?"
Bill wondered. He went into the bathroom and changed from outdoor gear into
shorts and t-shirt. Then, feeling a bit uncertain, he entered Colin's room
barefoot. Colin was wanking, not a heavy wank, just sort of playing with
his cock and balls. But Bill saw that his kid was rock hard and very
excited.

"Room for a threesome?" Bill whispered to Colin. Even if the boy was far
from shy the situation now felt a bit strange. As a reflex he covered his
stiff dick with one hand.

"Daddy is back, Olav. He wants to play with us. How about that? Cool
ehÉ?" Colin talked to Olav. The picture of him was seen on Colin's iPad
just below Colin's feet. Bill smiled when he saw the young Norwegian cover
his cock exact the same way Colin had done. He too was lying, or rather
sitting, naked on his bed.

"Yeah, really cool," was the `intelligent' remark from the Norwegian
lad. But the grin he presented was a very good answer. Bill climbed onto
the bed and sat down behind Colin putting his arms around the naked
kid. "Nice that you are back, Bill. Colin couldn't find you when I
called. Maybe I called a bit too early, I always forget about the time
difference. And I was soÉ"

"Horny," Colin supplied, "so he couldn't wait."

"You carry on with what you were doing when I interrupted," Bill said. "I
heard something about finger-fucking." Bill really wanted to see beautiful
Olav finger-fuck himself in front of them.

"But this is unfair," Olav said with a smile. "We are naked and you are
still fully dressed." The young Norwegian was very free speaking. He was
very close to Bill after their visits and after their Christmas spent
together. And above all, Bill was the man who fucked the young boy for real
for the first time.

Colin turned around and pulled the t-shirt off his daddy. The shorts came
off next, and Bill had done like Colin often did, stayed commando
indoor. "A strange habit for an international underwear model," Bill had
teased him once.

"Better be my secret," had been Colin's answer, "but I'm a true Scotsman
you know when I wear the kilt."

Olav shouted out when he got the glimpse of Bill's 9.5 inch (24 cm) hard
mancock on his screen in Bergen. It was easier for him to see Bill's cock
than it was for Colin, but on the other hand Colin soon felt Bill's boner
up close to his arsecrack.

"Go on, show us your bum bro, and use your fingers again." Colin was really
enjoying the situation. The young man hoped to get his dad to fuck him
while Olav was a horny viewer on the other side of the North Sea.

Olav showed off his butt by holding his ankles close to his head. Bill
could see that the teenager's arsehole open and close. The young man knew
how to use his arse muscles even if he was still relatively innocent in
real man-fucking. By using the end of his bed, Olav managed to free one
hand. Eagerly he licked his fingers, and spat on them before he put two
fingers quite quickly into his arsehole, deep into his arsehole.

"One finger more, Bro," Colin's voice was encouraging Olav. However Bill
was working Colin's nipples so hard that he had trouble speaking.

"Catch your dirty juices, Colin. Looks as if you are pissing," Olav said
with a grin.

"I'll get it," Bill said, going on with the nails on Colin's nipples while
collecting the pre-cum from the dripping cock with one hand. With his
fingers he shared the liquid between Colin's mouth and his own.

"I want you to fuck me again Bill, very much." Olav looked direct into the
camera as he spoke. "I dream of your huge cock day and night, and I dream
of how you took my virginity in Scotland."

"Why don't you let your uncle help you with that? He is as hot as me you
know. Thor could fuck you senseless; he's a stallion." Bill was playing
with Colin's balls and cockhead while licking his neck. He did what he
could to show off Colin's swollen cockhead for the camera by tugging the
foreskin of the boy almost to the level where it caused pain.

"Thor went back to Glasgow yesterday. Guess he will fuck you tomorrow,
Colin!" Olav was teasing, "But he will not fuck me, you know. He's an old
fashioned teacher, saves his cock for his favourite student." Colin blushed
but stayed even closer to his Dad.

"But he made me cum day and night after he came back from York; a real
Viking now. My body is sore after his ropes and heavy action. But I have
plenty of juice left for you." Olav wanked himself again.

"You know this, Colin?" Olav displayed a huge cock-like dildo in front of
the camera. "Uncle gave this to me yesterday."

"What the hell?" The non-swearing Bill was shouting.

"Uncle told me that he had made three replicas from the plaster cock you
two made when you visited him in Glasgow." Olav licked the end of the
dildo. "He is going to send me a copy of your cock as well Bro, but it was
late in delivery," Olav added.

"Not much to copy." Colin took a solid grip around his small, but very
stiff cock.

"Well, he promised me one for cold winter nights. I will smell it and lick
it and suck it and soak it with my own spunk," the young Norwegian lad
said. He was very horny and very free-speaking now. Both Bill and Colin
could follow that even if the Skype picture and sound wasn't the best.

"I haven't tried it for real yet Bill, just licked it. I hope you will
guide me as though it's the real cock that fucks me." Olav smiled his most
begging smile.

"Stop, you two! You are driving me crazy here. You forget about me eh?"
Colin pretended to pout. "I want your cock inside me now, Daddy." Colin
pulled Bill's head close.

"Okay, sweethearts. Your old Daddy will try to keep you both happy. You
grease up your arse and the rubber-cock, Olav, while I grease up your
brother here and make him ready for the real weapon." Bill forced Colin
forward and applied lubricating jelly both outside and inside Colin's
arsehole. Colin had placed a tube ready by the side of the bed.

"Bruce must have done a great job with you this morning, love. You still
have some of his spunk here." Bill finger-fucked him with three
fingers. Colin looked at Olav in the camera and moaned. Bill gave his own
cock a solid coating of lube, then placed his cockhead just outside his
boy's entrance. "You ready Olav?" Bill saw that Olav again had pulled his
legs back and placed the dildo's cockhead just outside his arsehole.

"Now Colin, take it easy. We follow Olav's rhythm now. It's almost like he
is taking his cherry again, remember. You can have your fast and rough
entrance later you know." For the first time Bill acted as a fuck
instructor. It was so hot, he told Colin afterwards, that he was about to
cum before he penetrated him.

"Okay, guys, let's get the cocks inside the ring. That's the real job, and
that's what gives you pain when your arse still acts as if you were a
virgin." Bill saw that Olav clamped tighter instead of opening up. Colin
saw his bro's tears.

"It's a bit kinky when you sit like that and can't see properly. Open up,
son." Bill felt that Colin sucked his cockhead into his arse with his own
arse muscles, but Olav did not push hard enough.

"Pretend you have to do a really big shit." Colin did not avoid the dirty
words and Bill put a hand over his mouth. But it worked. With a howl from
Olav, the head of the rubber cock passed the boy's tight sphincter.

"Now push very slowly. Take it easy, maybe even ease back a fraction. Try
to feel pleasure." Bill saw that Olav was about to lose his erection. "Rest
a little love, a rubber cock is more difficult to take than a real cock."

"But I want it now, I want a hard fuck, I want you all inside me, I want
your cock to nearly split me, I want toÉoh my GOD!" Olav pushed the 9.5
inch (24 cm) dildo all the way to the bottom. At the same time Colin forced
Bill's real cock all inside him and as a support to his loving Olav he
screamed too, but more with lust and joy than pain. But when Bill used his
nails on his nipples and bit one earlobe, his scream was real too.

"Pull the cock half way out, and then back again." Bill had problems
talking to Olav while Colin's arse muscles were working on his cock. Then
find your own rhythm, darling. Don't push!"

Bill tried to be very passive and let the boys do the job. He saw that Olav
started to give himself longer strokes. He pulled the rubber-cock out and
forced it back. He closed his eyes. "Yes Daddy, Yes Daddy, yesÉ" Olav
suddenly called Bill 'Daddy'. Colin found this very sweet and started a
really rough ride on Bill's stallion-like cock. Bill saw that Olav was hard
as iron again, almost pumping out pre-cum.

"Wish I could lick your cock, Bro," Colin cried. He was very close to
orgasm now, and slowed down a little.

Olav felt he was falling behind on his side but he went on with his hard
fuck. Every time he bottomed, he cried out a high "Yes!"

Then he pushed the rubber-cock inside like a spear. "I am cumming, Daddy! I
am cumming!" He sat down on the bed riding the dildo while with one hand he
tried to collect the spunk that was streaming like white water from his
piss-slit. He started to feed himself.

"Take my load, Bro. Here it comesÉI thinkÉI thinkÉ" Colin's eyes
were wide open watching Olav and he breathed heavily trying to hold back
for a bigger eruption. Then Bill give him another heavy jerk and he cried
his usual, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and sent his white creamy spunk all
over the bed, the iPad and his collecting hands.

Bill pushed Colin into doggy position and got up on his knees. Colin's face
was very close to the camera when he fed himself with his own cream. He saw
that Olav was again riding the dildo with his cock still very stiff. With a
very open mouth and a playful tongue he was virtually licking Colin's face.

Bill was close to heaven too. He pulled out his cock from Colin's arse, and
managed to come close to his son's face in front of the camera. "Take my
load, kids!" he cried and gave his cock some jerks before he sent a huge
amount of cum all over Colin's face and open mouth.

"I'm cumming, cumming, cummingÉ." Olav was ecstatic. He had given
himself a multi-orgasm again with the help of Bill's rubber-cock dildo, and
the hot company from the other side of the sea. His cock pulsed and his
transparent cum was pumping out of his tiny cock.

Nobody said a word, just heavy breathing was heard. "Did you push the
record button Bro?" Colin suddenly asked.

"Yeah, I didÉ I did. Will be the show of the year, eh?" Olav very
careful pulled Bill's cock replica from his arse.

"Thanks for letting me share your love transmission." Bill took his clothes
and was about to leave. "Wished I could have carried you both to the
bathroom. Take care, Olav. You are hot stuff." Bill winked at Colin who
grinned back.

"Will you tie me up and fuck me again tonight, Daddy? I need a really hard
one before I leave for Uni tomorrow morning. Will be two weeks until I'm
back home, remember." Colin met his dad on his way to the shower.

"Maybe we'll manage a Skype fuck or two?" Bill was the one to grin now.

"Yes or maybe I'll beg the professor to fuck me with your dildo. I guess he
has kept one for his own use," Colin saw that Bill blushed, something he
rarely did.

***


Colin waved to Boyd when he passed the gate at his university. The guard
opened the door and used his hand to signal Colin inside the office. "Happy
to see you back in business," Colin said with a huge smile. "Where is
Doug?" Colin was used to seeing the two Highland brothers together.

"Doug had to take Uncle George to hospital," Boyd told a suddenly very
serious-looking Colin. The elderly Uncle George was one of his real
favourites. "Nothing to worry about, kid. Just a yearly medical check-up,"
Boyd went on. "He asked me to say that he hoped you would visit him soon."

"I have my own car now." Young Colin was smiling beside the tall
Highlander. Maybe I could invite Daddy to take a trip with me one
weekend. It would be great to see Uncle George again."

"Hope your car is prepared for winter-roads then, Colin. Quite tough roads
up there you know," Boyd said. He would like to travel with the youngster
himself.

"We'll see," Colin smiled. "Next weekend I have to take a trip to
Amsterdam."

"You really a travel at lot, young man. You were in Norway for Christmas,
and you told about a trip to London as well. The village in the Highlands
will be too small for you!" He had a serious look on his face.

Colin put his arms around the man's neck and kissed him. "I love the
Highlands. Tell Uncle I'm coming to see him soon." He remained very near
Boyd, so near that his hand touched the growing bulge at the front of
Boyd's uniform trousers.

"Both Doug and I will be here tomorrow night. Maybe you can say hello if
you pass by." The man winked at the blushing youngster. The Norwegian guest
professor's flat was just up the street beyond the gate. Boyd knew that the
young student often had serious business, even at late hours, behind that
door.

"I guess that was an invitation," Colin thought as he hurried to the
campus. He was already a bit late for the morning lecture this Monday, a
double lecture with his favourite professor.

***


"Hey Roland, nice to see you back in action! Okay if I sit down with you
chaps?" Colin looked at the young beauty and his two friends sitting in the
sun by the wall outside the student cafeteria. He was hungry as a wolf this
lunchtime. The breakfast this morning had gone in a hurry. He never had
wanted to leave Bill's arms after their morning love session.

"Sit down. Nice to see you too. A little bird told me that you went up
towards the Arctic this Christmas. Fucked by a snowman, yes?" The young men
grinned. Roland was one of the first students Colin met at the Uni last
autumn, and both he and his sister Margaret had become good friends.

"Long time since you almost fucked me in the ruined garden." Roland gently
thumped Colin's shoulder while giving his two mates an open smile. They
knew quite well the close relationship between Roland and Colin, and had
even been with them at the local gay club a couple of times.

"I never did. It was you that couldn't get enough of my candy stick," Colin
said as he took a solid grip around Roland's balls before he started on his
double burger. The two friends at the other side of the table giggled like
girls, but even though they were very different from himself, Colin was
very happy for Roland and his effeminate friends. He would stand up for
their rights in any situation if necessary.

"I didn't see Maggie at the lecture this morning."  Colin was into a huge
mug of hot tea in the winter sun.

"She's at home with a stinking cold," Roland said. "She told me to give you
a kiss if I saw you." Roland went close to Colin and gave him a smack on
the cheek. The other two giggled again.

"Really a pity she wasn't at the lectures today. The professor went outside
his fixed programme for the day as he often does." Colin talked about his
Thor with pride. "The theme was Old Norse legal texts from `King Magnus the
Lawmaker,' written about 1270 but a law that was followed for nearly 400
years, and the connection with written English law texts." Colin was
lecturing now, and the three listeners looked at him with open mouths. Not
a normal theme for a lunch chat, but Colin went on. This was one of his
favourite topics.

"But the professor lost the thread after some questions and ended up with
telling us about the wedding of Magnus' son and the Scottish Princess
Margareta; quite an orgy occurred according to rumours. The Norwegians lost
much of their land around here to Scotland, even lost the Isle of Man."
Colin had to stop for a moment to take a drink, even if the young
professor, as his daddy called him from time to time, had much more to say.

"But more interesting gossip says that you are dating the professor's son,"
Roland said to tease the suddenly very silent and blushing student.

"Not his sonÉ.!" Colin could have bitten his own tongue off. But he knew
that fellow students had talked about him and Olav in the Orkneys. "Aye, I
have fucked him from time to time. He has a hot arse." Colin ended the
lunch chat with a very direct comment.

"We must leave for the first Latin lesson." Roland signalled to his friends
to stand up. "But I have to pee first. Will you be there too, Colin?"

"That's right. I'm going to that lecture as well, but I have to piss too."
The pair hurried downstairs to the students' toilet. When down in the
basement Colin was happy that the open area was empty. He took Roland's arm
and together they hurried into a cubicle.

Colin forced Roland down on his knees. He was the dominant guy now, and
Roland knew what was coming. He pulled Colin's blue jeans down and found
him commando. Colin pushed his stiff cock into Roland's waiting
mouth. Happily for Roland, Colin was able to piss with a hard-on, and the
golden stream was not too fierce. Roland managed to swallow every drop
without spilling.

When Colin finished he took Roland's head and pressed it against his
hairless stomach. With tears in his eyes the submissive guy tried to
pleasure his normally bottom friend.

"We have no time now, Colin," Roland sobbed. "Can't you please visit me
after supper? The other boys will come too."  Colin let his friend rise and
gave him his lips in a deep and tender kiss. With his tongue he tasted his
own juice.

"Piss now Roland or you will wet your pants." Colin opened his friend's
tight trousers and pulled down his white lace panties.

Colin would have loved to handle Roland's 7 inch (18 cm) rock hard dripping
cock, and even taken his big helm of a cockhead in his mouth, but he
understood that Roland had to help himself now. Colin just kissed the stiff
cock pointing out above the hard hairless balls, fastened his jeans, and
ran for his lecture.

A few minutes later a red-faced Roland apologised for being late and sat
down beside Colin for his first Latin lesson.

***


The first day of the week had been adventurous. Four good lectures, some
time in the library, and happy meetings with Boyd and Roland. Colin was
nearly exhausted when he walked back to campus.

"Monday afternoon. It would be great to have some time in the pool," Colin
thought. "I have my key to the locker and there is still time before
supper." Colin hurried over to the indoor pool. "Hope Mr Wilkie is back
from holiday," Colin thought. He hadn't seen the swim instructor last week,
and looked forward to get his good guidance.

Colin changed to swimwear in a hurry. The locker-room was very crowded. The
local water polo team had just ended their exercise. Colin must admit that
the well-built guys in small speedos made him look twice. And when teasing
and joking naked in and out of the common shower area, there were a lot to
look at. In high school Colin had worked out a technique to stay flaccid or
no more than semi-hard when he was around a lot of naked youngsters. Now he
didn't care. "If anybody wants to look at my little hard one, let them. I
don't mind," the young exhibitionist said more than once.

"Hey Colin. Back at work?" Mr Wilkie put a hand on Colin's naked
shoulder. "Nice to see that you are keen about staying in shape." The man
in his mid-forties, dressed in white shorts and singlet, let his hand
follow Colin's spine all the way down to his small swimwear.  He couldn't
stop himself giving Colin's perfect bubble butt a very light touch outside
the speedo. The big hand made the youngster shiver, and his cock was
growing inside the tight gear. Colin felt that Mr Wilkie's eyes were
checking out his reaction. He looked very carefully at the guys in the
crowded room and when he turned around he, as if by accident, let Colin's
hand feel the iron he kept inside his baggy shorts.

"Will you help me to put up the floats to mark some lines, please?" The
instructor went ahead of Colin into the pool area. "We need the red
rope. Please fetch it from the downstairs storeroom for me." Colin went
down to the combined storeroom and office and looked around without finding
the red rope.

Almost silently, Mr Wilkie, or Dave, crept up behind the boy and put his
big arms around him. The man smelled of soap and manly scent. He put his
hands on Colin's nipples and kissed him tenderly on his neck, then he
undressed the boy from behind and freed him from his tiny swimwear. Without
a word, but with heavy breathing, he squeezed Colin's super hard dick and
tiny balls and started to wank him.

"I could not wait Colin, dear. You make me crazy. You are sexier than
ever. Your body is just perfect." Dave turned Colin around.

"You want me to suck you, sir? I would love to do it." Colin had his little
hand tight around the instructor's erection. Through the thin fabric Colin
could both see and feel Dave tenting.  The hairy and well-hung man
displayed his 9 inch (23 cm) cock with a huge helmet that nearly was
begging for relief.

"We don't have much time, love. I guess the other lads are waiting to get
started in the pool. But just give me a little, Colin. Let me feel your
warm mouth around my cock again. It's been a long time since we were down
here together." Dave pulled his shorts down. Without a jockstrap his cock
stood out like a spear, and Colin took the purple-red cockhead helmet into
his mouth and started to suck him. Dave moaned out loud without thinking of
the open door.

Dave heard voices near the stairs and was afraid that somebody might come
down and find them having sex. However he could not end the blowjob. He
took hold of Colin's head and nearly forced his cock into the gagging
youngster. Colin bent a little and managed to take the cock down in his
throat. He gagged again, but the muscles and the tongue were almost too
much for the hairy man. He didn't want to gag Colin completely - he knew
that this was one of Colin's reservations - so he pulled back a bit.

"I'm going to cum but you can take it, kid. Take it and swallow it all."
Dave filled Colin's mouth with a huge load, so much and so fast that some
spunk ran down from the lad's mouth and made white streams down Colin's
upper body.

Dave heard somebody coming downstairs. In a hurry he managed to pull up his
shorts, and then he rushed off, closing the door behind him.

Colin felt stupid and dissatisfied sitting on his knees naked with the man
cream around his mouth and down his chest. He was still as horny as hell
and not in the mood to just walk away. He went to the old leather sofa, lay
down, closed his eyes and started a slow wank.

"Wish you were here, Olav. Come and fuck me, Bro. I need you, I need you so
much," he whispered. With his eyes still closed, he could hear the door
open. "I don't give a fuck," he thought. "If people don't knock the door
they have to take the sight they get when inside."

Colin heard the door being locked. He looked up and saw that Dave was
back. "I'm sorry love. I didn't mean to let you down. I know I made you
horny and then left. Here, let meÉ" The grown-up fell on his knees
beside the sofa and took Colin's cock and balls into his mouth. With one
hand he reached for Colin's nipples and found them already erect. Dave
loved the sight of this youngster, who looked as if he was in heaven
already. Colin spread his legs and gave the man access to his arse. Dave
found his hole and pushed two big fingers into the warm waiting
entrance. Colin groaned, and he groaned again when Dave began
finger-fucking him.

Dave concentrated on Colin's tiny glans with his tight lips. At the same
time he squeezed his nipples. When he then managed to find the boy's love
spot inside his arse and just softly pressed it, and pressed it again, then
the youngster's whole body trembled.


"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! You make me crazy!" Colin erupted into Dave's
mouth, hard and violently. Dave changed position to get some of the spunk
on his lips and around his mouth. He kept it there while Colin was
finishing. Even after the stream ended Colin's body contracted again and
again. Colin looked to be far away, still with his eyes closed. Dave
slapped the boy's face very lightly. The boy opened his eyes and
smiled. Dave gave him his mouth and in a combination of a deep kiss and the
feeding of his own spunk the two ended the session in the pool basement.

"You were far away just now, Colin. You made me nearly afraid, boy." Dave
licked the rest of the spunk from Colin's face.

"I was in the land of ice and snow, Dave. All blue, all blueÉ." Colin
closed his eyes again.

"Five minutes and I want to see you in the water!" Dave took him back to
reality by pinching the lad's balls until his mouth formed a silent scream
and his eyes were filled with tears.

***


Colin was back in his campus room. Nobody was there, but there was the
usual mess. Kenny's training gear was lying on the floor, along with some
dirty underwear and socks. But Colin felt very much at home. He had seen
the room very briefly this morning, but hadn't thought about it during
day. The two beds were put together. Colin's bed was moved close to
Kenny's. "Who has been sleeping here?" Colin asked himself.

Colin lay down on his own bed. No strange smell around. No perfume. Just
the scent from Kenny, the scent Colin loved, always the same shower gel,
the same shampoo, all combined with the sweet, slightly sweaty smell of a
young man who did a lot of exercise. Colin buried his face into Kenny's
pillow. "I hoped you would be here. I hoped you would be waiting for me."
Colin sighed.

"Stop being a wimp," Colin told himself when he started to clean both his
own and Kenny's parts of the room. He did not pull his bed back. It was
warm this late evening so Colin undressed and just put on a baggy
shorts. "It's been a great day," he thought as he recalled what had
happened.

"Four invitations," he wrote in a text message to Olav in Bergen. First the
Highland guys, then Roland and his friends, and then Dave - Mr Wilkie - who
had invited him for an evening meal in his flat. And above all, even though
they had an agreement not to have any private contact during lectures, Thor
- the professor - had placed a hand on his shoulder during break and
invited him to his flat the next evening.

But still he felt lonely. He waited for the room-mate that called himself
straight and who talked about girls all the time, but who fucked him
senseless with his supercock as often as he could. He waited for the boy
that had no reservations; the lad who looked upon Colin as his "Kiddo," and
who adored him and put him on a pedestal.

Colin lay down in Kenny's bed and pulled off his shorts. Then he grabbed
Kenny's dirty jock and sniffed both the yellow and the white dry spots.
With his tongue and his lips he tried to find his room-mate's secrets. With
one hand around his own stiff and dripping cock, and with the other making
a cock-like lollypop of the dirty jock, he fell asleep.



To be continued