Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2017 16:57:38 +0000
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 53

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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.

Comments always welcome at colin4men@gmail.com



COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES

Chapter 53


"I have some cans of beer in my fridge, Bill. You want another before we
split up?" Kenny put an arm around Bill again. The lift brought them to the
eight floor of the hotel in Manchester city centre.

"I would like another beer, very much. I just have to see if Colin is in
our room first." Bill went three doors down the corridor. He heard some
soft music from the room and, strangely, he noticed a very strong light in
the crack below the door. He didn't go inside.

"I think the young man is tanning for the show tomorrow. I hope he's not
burning his soft skin," the worried lover and Daddy said when he was back
inside Kenny's room. He had a bit of a guilty conscience for staying with
his son's buddy instead of taking an early night with him. But the son had
given his dad a `free-night' and told him very explicitly to show his
university roommate the `dirtier' part of Manchester.

Kenny's hotel room was very similar to what Bill had seen in the
campus. There were clothes, underwear, bottles, crisp packets
everywhereÉ and the smell of a horny young man and his special
perfume. Coming into the room after the hot time in the gay bar and
backroom, made Bill's huge cock grow without reservation. He did nothing to
cover up. Kenny was shirtless and barefoot kneeling in front of the hotel
room fridge. This young stallion's neck, his broad shoulders and the
straight back, ended in the visual sign of the round butt. What he saw made
Bill forget his normal caution.

Kenny turned around and saw that Bill was undressing. He showed off his
well-built and lightly-haired torso, and received the can of beer from the
beauty in front of him, a beauty with the arms of a real sportsman and pecs
like a bodybuilder. Bill's eyes gazed at the erect nipples with the dark
brown areolas and then the trimmed dark armpit hair. And down below a hard
stomach with a thin trail of hair ending just above the low belt and the
heavy tenting inside the denims. "My God," Bill thought," I understand why
my little prince adores this beauty."

"Why didn't you fuck me in the bar?" Kenny was direct as usual.

"I did not want to fuck you bound up, and I wasn't sure what you would feel
about being fucked in public." Bill heard himself making excuses.

"But I waited for your cock all the time, sir." Kenny went closer to
Bill. "I have waited for your cock ever since you fucked me in the swing at
your home in Scotland."

"Sorry, buddy. I have some hot memories of that night, but it didn't seem
right to fuck you there." Bill sat down at the end of bed. "Strip now,
quickly. Let's waste no more time talking." He took his belt off while
looking at Kenny who had some trouble getting his tight denims over both a
round butt and a super erection. Bill folded his belt and Kenny thought he
was going to hit him again.

"Please, sir. No more spanking today. I'm not like Kiddo you know," Kenny
begged for real.

"Okay, let me see your butt." Kenny turned around and showed off a butt
with very clear red stripes. "Nice." Bill tried to act dominant, but was
not sure about the situation. He spat in his hands and moistened the red
skin. "Bend over son, all the way," Bill pushed Kenny forward. "Spread your
legs." Bill licked his fingers and put two of them straight into the
youngster's arse hole. "Colin is not here to open you tonight, so I'll have
to do it my way." Bill soon had three fingers into Kenny's arsehole while
he wanked the lad's 10 inch (26 cm) erection hard and without mercy.

"Undress me," Bill commanded, "and suck my cock. Do it now!" Bill helped
Kenny to get rid of his clothes. He stood up in front of the youngster and
pushed his cock into his mouth. Kenny took it, but his eyes showed
something like fear when Bill's supercock hit the back of his mouth. He
gagged time and again. Spit and slime ran from his mouth. Bill wanted to
test him, but he gave him a careful throat fuck. Kenny answered with a sort
of resignation but swallowed the cockhead. At the same time he jerked his
own huge cock as if he was about to cum already.

Bill withdrew and pulled the youngster to his feet. Kenny was a head higher
than himself. He kissed him with lust and passion, and Kenny answered in
the same way. With a much milder voice Bill went on: "I wanted to test you,
son. You are ready for my cock again. You really want it, don't you?" Kenny
just nodded and wiped his eyes.

"Please lie down, Kenny. Put your legs on my shoulders and I will mount you
very, very slowly. But I want to see your face, and please tell me to stop
if I am too hard with you. Remember that the second time can be worse than
the first one." Bill was happy that he had brought some KY jelly with him
and started to grease up both the finger-fucked opening and his own cock.

"Open now, boy. Don't be shy, give me room!" Bill placed his huge cock at
the entrance. Kenny remembered the lesson from Colin and pushed back while
he opened up. Bill's cockhead was inside. Kenny gritted his teeth, but made
no sound. Bill gave him an inch (2 to 2.5 cm) at a time, while he used one
hand to check that the youngster stayed hard.

Without a moan, and with his eyes locked, Kenny took Bill's thick 9.5 inch
(24 cm) cock all the way until Bill's huge, hairy balls hit his
crack. "Please, please, sir. I have to breathe." Kenny grinned. He had held
his breath while Bill penetrated him.

Bill gave him a minute, before he started to fuck him with long, but soft
strokes. He increased the pace, and then started to fuck him hard. Kenny
moaned now every time Bill bottomed him. Bill was really horny after the
long evening, and it was a strange feeling to have this huge and tight body
clinging him. For some minutes he was uncertain as to who was fucking who.

"I want you to be my small kid," Bill suddenly said. "I want you to act
like a little boy. I want you to ride me, I want you to whine, I want you
to forget yourself. I want you to act as if you were my baby. I want you
pretend you just have a little prick. I want you not to touch your dick. I
want you to suck your fingers. I just want to make love to you, soft and
easy. And after you cum again, I want to take you to the bathroom and wash
you and let you pee. You will do that for me, baby?" Bill was uncertain if
he embarrassed the straight young man by suggesting a small roleplay.

Bill turned around and lay down on his back with his huge spear pointing
upwards. Kenny smiled with his eyes and kissed Bill very gently. "You are
thinking of the young kid you found in the bus shelter years ago, aren't
you Bill? I'm not him but he wanted me to be good to you, to make love to
you, he said. He had a bad conscience because he knew the Italian would
screw him tonight, you know." Kenny's voice was mild. Bill just put a
finger over his lips. He wanted action, no more talk.

Kenny did exactly what Bill wanted. He spread his arse cheeks and let Bill
fill him with his huge pole. He whined and cried, whimpered and
moaned. Even when his cock started to pump his load again, he went on. With
his white cream all over Bill's hairy body, Kenny went on, still stiff,
still riding and working, and when Bill sent his huge load inside him with
great force, he started to leak again. No pumping this time, but a clear
sticky liquid was dripping down his pole.

Bill did what he had promised. He followed the young man to the bathroom
and let him piss, before he washed every part of him. Then he creamed him
with body-lotion, dried him in towels, and put him to bed. Bill hugged the
huge youngster, bid him goodnight and kissed his forehead very
softly. Kenny had been silent for the last twenty minutes. Now he slept
like a baby.

Dressed only in a towel Bill hurried three rooms up the corridor and hoped
the door to his and Colin's room was open.


[Some time earlier]

"You said you wished you had a camera." The kneeling Colin looked up at
Sergio. The boy had been almost drowned by the Italian's yellow fluid. His
hair, his face and his body were wet. Even his open mouth had received some
warm piss. "I wish you could take some very dirty pictures of me. My
Norwegian brother Olav wants some new photos and I'm fed up with all the
pictures showing me as a cute little boy. I don't feel like that now, but I
feel very comfortable here in front of you. You want my piss now, Sergio?"

"Wait a little, bambino. Let's go upstairs. I'll find my camera and some
extra light. I'll take all the dirty pictures you want. But all private,
just for us. No net okay?" Sergio kissed the piss-wet boy, soaped him well,
and put him under the shower. He smiled when he saw that Colin's cock was
stiff again. "Bellissimo piccolo," he sighed.

"Come to my room now. Daddy is showing Kenny around tonight," Colin said.

"But what if your Daddy comes back while we .. work..?" Sergio was suddenly
unsure.

"Then we ask him to.. work É with us, okay?" Colin grinned and almost
hoped Bill would be back while Sergio shot the pictures of him.

Sergio brought more equipment from his room than Colin would have
believed. He even brought a bottle of Italian red wine. "You find some
glasses, son. I'm horny and I need a drink." Sergio adjusted his stiff dick
inside the white, quite wide, shorts - his only piece of clothing. Colin
thought the well-tanned Italian man, very boyish-looking for someone in his
late forties, looked like a Latino movie-star.

"Just very little wine for me," Colin said. "I'm playing a kid on this tour
remember, a sweet innocent kid. Very far from the truth, eh?" He just
sipped the glass while Sergio made arrangements for taking the photos.

"You are both sweet and innocent, but we make you dirty now, okay? We start
in the bed. You have some sexy underwear? We keep your own logo out of this
I think, too cute." Sergio smiled now.

"What colour do you want?" Colin grabbed his bag.

"Red, for you, piccolo diavolo." Sergio lit up the room.

"Shiny or see-through?" Colin was teasing the man. His now naked body was
looking very hot, and he played with the thongs letting them trail over his
stiff little prick.

"Let's start with the red shiny thong, the tiny one." Sergio was already
shooting pictures while Colin dressed. Colin did not need instruction. He
knew perfectly well what the man wanted. He lay down like a cat, on his
knees and elbows, put his butt in the air and spread his legs. He looked at
Sergio from the side and grasped tightly onto the sheets with his
fingernails. The red thin string was tight into his hairless arse crack
like it was playing with the boy's light brown rosebud. Sergio shot
close-ups, and he shot the view of the balls and the little stiffy inside
the sexy gear.

Colin stayed open, then he used one hand and to pull the string aside. He
put a wet finger into his arse-hole and spread his legs even more. Sergio
was displaying a wet spot in his tenting white shorts. Colin changed to two
fingers, then he closed his eyes and put three fingers into his now open
love-hole. The photographer managed to shoot Colin's closed eyes and open
mouth too, a boy that finger-fucked his arse in front of the camera.

"Let's change to the see-through thong, bambino, but lick the other
underwear first and make it look like you are wanking. Please don't move. I
want a very clear close-up of your cock. Pull your foreskin all the way
back, and let me get a shot of the dripping pre-cum as well." Sergio had
his camera very near the clear drop coming from Colin's red piss-slit. "It
looks like a dewdrop," Sergio sighed.

"Don't be melancholic, amico. Let us make this even more dirty." Colin put
on the new underwear, which was more like a sports jock than underwear. He
lay down on his side, pulled one leg up in the air, holding tight behind
the knee.

"Please give me the biggest banana over there, Sergio." Colin looked at a
dish of fruit. "You will find KY jelly nearby. I know the skin can be quite
rough when dry, or maybe you want me to pull off the skin?" Colin licked
the banana with his spit dripping, then gave it back to the photographer
who greased it before he pushed half directly it into Colin's arse opening.

"Hold it, baby. Don't move. Hold it." He shot his pictures of the boy
fucking himself with the yellow cock-like fruit.

Colin had more ideas. He took half of the banana skin off, and licked the
white fruit. Then he lifted both legs, and pushed the now `naked` fruit
slowly into his greased arse. The tanned buttocks, the red jock, and the
white banana, and then the light brown arse-hole made a photo as dirty as
anything the Italian photographer had seen before.

"Eat it, Sergio. I want you to eat it out of me. Can you get pictures?"
Colin was hot and dirty.

"No problem," Sergio adjusted the camera on the stand. He kneeled behind
Colin's opening and started to suck and eat the natural dildo until the
arse opening was empty.

"Give me your cock now Sergio, while I'm wet," Colin stripped off his jock
and was fully naked. Sergio had waited for this and pulled down his
shorts. The contrast between the lightly-tanned Colin and the dark brown
cock of Sergio was something for a picture, but Sergio needed to really
fuck Colin for some seconds before the pictures could be taken. His long
stiff cock had no problems entering Colin's arse. He bottomed him without
problems. Colin didn't say anything, but he told Bill later on that, "The
banana made me hornier than ever for Sergio's teenage-like cock."

But this was no porn video and Sergio just fucked Colin in all possible
positions. The most sexy picture when they looked at them afterwards was a
close-up taken after had Sergio spat on Colin's arse and let it run down
his crack.

"I need more action if I'm going to make more pre-cum." Colin looked
around. "There are some hangers in the wardrobe. See if you can take off
the clips, Sergio. Heavy metal, eh?"

"Si amico, but very hard, very hard." Sergio had loosened four clips.

"Put them on my nipples." Colin lay down and pulled his tits. He howled
when Sergio put the metal clips on. Sergio shot both the scream and the
tears and the sudden loss colour from his face. Colin went on and flicked
the clips, while at the same time he wanked his cock with only two fingers
to allow good pictures.

"I have to piss," Colin said. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Try to wait, bambino. I'll take another few pictures here in bed first. Do
you think you can manage to take the clips on your ball-skin?" Sergio
spread Colin's legs at the end of the bed to provide a good view for the
camera. He tugged Colin's ball-sack down and placed a clip on each
side. The pre-cum was dripping from the boy's cock; he was about to spunk
off now.

"How do you want my spunk? I'm about to cum, Sergio. You make me crazy,
really crazy," Colin said.

Sergio saw the trembling in the youngster's body. "Just shoot baby, but
keep your hands away. Can you cum hands-free? I'll put the camera on
multispeed and see if I can manage to catch your eruption."

Colin used his arse muscles and his hips in a fucking motion. "I'm cumming,
Sergio. I'm cumming!" he cried. When Sergio pulled off the ball-clips, and
Colin pulled off the clips on his nipples, Sergio was happy that the camera
was on a stand. Afterwards he swore at himself for not switching on the
video function. But the stills of a cum-eating Colin with swollen nipples
was as dirty as Colin wanted.

"Take some wine, bambino. I'll put the light on in the bathroom, okay."
Sergio lifted the bottle. Colin nodded, but he reached only for the bottle
of water.

"I want some pictures where I piss in my clothes," Colin said. "Can we
start with my blue jeans?" Colin was into the bathroom scene. Sergio was
still naked and erect. He got his pictures of the piss-wet young man. Colin
changed to a dry white sport jock and managed to piss through this fabric
too, before he sat down on the toilet-top and took his now half-stiff cock
between his fingers and let the yellow stream hit his upper body, his hair
and his face. Sergio even got a photo of the boy with open mouth taking
care of his own golden stream.

Sergio let the piss-wet Colin sit on the toilet-top. He went up to him
after arranging the camera, and put his stiff 8 inches (20 cm) into the
kid-like youngster's open mouth. This time he had put on the video
function, and when his white man cream covered the face of the youngster,
he got some pictures that even Colin thought was dirty enough for his
private use.

"Will you do some photo manipulations for me - photoshop them - just for
fun?" Colin asked when the two were sipping from their wine glasses after
another shower. "I would like to see myself with some pubic hair. I plan to
let the hair grow when I've done the modelling in Italy. Maybe some hair in
my armpits too, but not in my arse," Colin grinned. "I would really like to
have a picture where you double my cock size too." Colin smiled. "I want to
scare my Norwegian boyfriend and tell him that I have finally going through
puberty." Colin grinned even more.

"Would you like to show me Milan by night, amico? Daddy has had his night
out tonight, and I'm pretty sure he has fucked my room-buddy as well. Next
time we'll have a night without the camera, Sergio." Colin lifted his
glass. The Italian grown up man felt like a youngster being checked out by
the new star of the Italian-American company.

***


"Been some hot action here," Bill thought when he rushed into the room and
found a naked Colin sleeping almost without a cover. An empty bottle of
wine, newly `washed' denims and a jock in the bathroom told of a hot
night. On Bill's pillow was an arrangement of Colin's red thong. Bill had
to sniff it before he turned out the light and lay down beside his
`son'. He pulled the cover over the young body and put an arm around him as
protection.

***


A local pop band played and the youngsters screamed when the bridge over
the huge stage was lit by hundreds of light bulbs. "Welcome to the young
man from Scotland! Welcome Colin! Welcome to Manchester!" The speaker
addressed the crowd, and to the sound of bagpipes Colin came down the
artificial bridge dressed in his own kilt. He stopped and put his arms
high. The JustColin logo flashed on the rear screen in a variety of
colours; a hot background for a huge picture of the teenage student with
his broad smile.

Colin had not been too happy for the next part of the opening scene, but
both the Italians and the local English producer had been very keen to have
a kilt joke at the beginning of Colin's entrance.

"Are you ready to show us the new world-wide boxers?" The speaker
shouted. Colin smiled and nodded. "But you are a real Scot, aren't you?"
The speaker went on. Colin nodded again. "Prove it!" The speaker encouraged
the public shout too.

Colin had a close up camera behind him when he lifted the back of his
kilt. The screen showed Colin's round naked buttocks. No underwear. He was
a true Scot in the mind of the young English horde. There was cheering and
screaming from almost one thousand youngsters.

The lad was happier now; the joke had been a success. Colin went closer to
the public, waved for Kenny who came on stage in his formal dark
`uniform'. The music changed when Colin took off his jacket and then his
shirt and handed them to his mate. At last he handed the sporran to the
waiting Kenny. Only the kilt and his stockings were left. Kenny bent down
and helped his friend with the stockings and the boots. As being very dirty
Kenny also took a look under the kilt. "Stupid," Colin thought, but the
English teens loved this and cheered as if they were at a rock concert.

Colin unfastened the buckles at his waist and then pretended to cover up
his crotch. The stage lights were turned down and just one spot was placed
on the boy when he, with a howl from the nearest girls, let the kilt
fall. A disappointment for some perhaps, but of course he was wearing tiny
tight JustColin briefs underneath. He turned around and showed his bum to
the front camera; Just Colin logo on one buttock and a smiley on the other.

The company was very happy with Colin's entrance. The boy made his show on
the bridge, and was soon accompanied by six local young models in nothing
but the same briefs as Colin. Some of them were a bit more hung than Colin,
but he was the only one that struggled to stay flaccid during the opening
show. He managed somehow.

Kenny threw a football whistle to Colin. When he used it, two teams of
junior players entered the stage and started to play with a ball. The
teams, aged from fifteen to seventeen, were two real junior teams from
Manchester, dressed in their normal team colours.

Colin blew the whistle again and all the players stopped. Then they
undressed, removing both t-shirts and football shorts. Twenty-two players
nearly naked, in two colours of JustColin boxers came to the front of the
stage and spread their arms high.

"I was sorry I had my private changing room," Colin told Bill
afterwards. "Nearly 30 youngsters in their small changing room, all nude
and kidding around. Would be heaven for anyone who gets aroused by male
nudity," he admitted to his daddy. "Difficult to stay cool."

"But you managed in school," Bill had commented.

"You don't know how many times during my schooldays I had to wank inside
the toilets though," had been the young lad's reply.

The final part was very much like a traditional fashion show, with Colin in
front the models showing off all the different colours and patterns
accompanied by the local band.

Suddenly Bill noticed that Colin stopped, went onto the stage, and took
another walk up and down on the catwalk without changing. He watched again
when the lad stopped, pulled at his waistband, and acted very sexy. "Be
careful," Bill thought. "This is a teenage show with kids around."

Colin was for a moment completely stunned. He stared beyond the screaming
girls and the shouting lads. "Charlie, it must be Charlie!" Colin looked at
the slim, redheaded guy with stub nose and the very happy white smile; the
guy from last show in Newcastle, the lad he had been waiting for the whole
of the party night. Now it looked as if he was he was here in Manchester.

Colin was backstage before the grand finale. He had suggested that all the
football guys should strip on stage and throw the boxers to the audience,
but the local manager thought that was too strong. The Italians came up
with a solution. All the juniors put on tiny briefs underneath. Then they
could strip and throw away their boxers without showing too much flesh.

The `star' did not wear briefs underneath but used a second, smaller pair
of boxers to put in front of his cock and balls after the final strip. He
managed to get back off stage with only a few seconds of round butt flesh
shown, as Sergio, the Italian photographer commented afterwards.

Colin, in JustColin boxers and a sleeveless t-shirt with the logo was to do
a walkabout like in Newcastle. However the audience was now invited to
dance on the floor and on the catwalk. The young man lost contact with the
one person in the audience that he really wanted to meet, and was a bit
frustrated until he saw him standing beside a tall good-looking man. Both
Charlie and the man, perhaps in his late forties, were dressed in tight
denims and checked shirts. With black short boots, the man looked like
someone from a cowboy movie, Colin thought. His briefly met fan, Charlie,
looked very young and out of place beside him.

Charlie had his arms open when Colin at last managed to get through the
crowd. The two boys hugged tight, and Colin gave the blushing boy a kiss on
his neck.

"Meet my uncle." Charlie introduced Colin to the tall man beside him.

"Must be 6ft 5in (195 cm) Colin thought. Colin gave the man his hand. "Nice
to meet you, sir. Hope you like the show. I'm afraid it's quite noisy now."
They could hardly speak.

"Nice to meet you too, young man. I had to see the boy that made my Charlie
run away from his job and receive a real spanking as result." The man put a
hand on Charlie's shoulder. The boy blushed even more.

"I waited for you all that evening." Colin looked into the boy's water blue
eyes.

"Well, I had to work then you see," Charlie said.

"On our farm you get a beating if you run away from work without
permission. Everybody knows that." The tall man watched Colin's reactions
as he spoke.

Colin had problems `reading' the man. His talk and his handshake were
tough, but his eyes and his face were smiling. Colin looked the man up and
down. He was ashamed because he felt his cock stiffen inside the thin
fabric. His eyes stuck on the man's bulge. "You look and sound like one of
the cowboy heroes of mine from the classic Westerns." Colin suddenly put
his thoughts into words. The answer was a broad white smile.

"Uncle Jim comes from Texas. You should see him with his old cowboy hat!"
Charlie answered, in a way very proud of the man.

"Well, that was more than 20 years ago," the man commented.

"But you have travelled all the way from Newcastle down here to see this
show. You said you punished Charlie. I don't understand, sir."

"Charlie begged me to drive him here," the man said. "He had even applied
for tickets through a cousin of mine down here, and I have a soft side too
you know." He put a caring arm around young Charlie's shoulder.

"I have to work for another half hour," Colin said. "Please come with me
and get some drinks, sir. I'll introduce you to my daddy. He's in the
lounge over there." For some seconds Colin found Charlie's waiting hand,
and for another couple of seconds Charlie's hand cupped Colin's buttocks.

"I have to change, but please wait for me." Colin was inside his changing
room after the walkabout when Bill and Uncle Jim came in together with
young Charlie.

"We have done some planning while you were out dancing," Bill said to his
sweating boy. "Young Charlie is going to come with us to the hotel. We will
take a taxi but Kenny will have to wait before the car can leave the
arena. Your friend's uncle will come to the hotel with Kenny before we go
to the late dinner with the organisers here." Colin could have kissed his
Daddy in front of the others, he was so happy.

"I'll take a quick shower before we leave." Colin undressed in front of
them. He was used to changing with all sorts of people around now, so he
did not turn away. "Can you fetch me a towel from over there Charlie,
please?" The naked model tried to cover his dick when he looked at Uncle
Jim, who very carefully adjusted his bulge while staring at Colin.

When Colin wrapped the towel around his waist he had a rock hard
erection. "Guess there will be no more strip shows today," Bill teased. He
looked at the man he just had met.

Colin ran into the common shower arena in the sports hall. The football
teams and the local models were already in the showers. "Just like high
school," Colin thought. He found an empty shower between three other
boys. Colin was not the only hard, or half-hard young man in there, but
nobody seemed to bother.

***


When Bill came out from the hotel bathroom, he found the two boys hugging
and kissing, both of them naked but for the JustColin boxers. Two boys,
very different but about the same size, looked at him, Colin smiling,
Charlie blushing. Bill was uncertain what to do. He felt that this was
Colin's business, but he was at the same time curious about this youngster
who had lived with his American uncle on a stud farm for more than ten
years. The man had been very open, telling Bill about their lives, but Bill
hadn't been able to tell Colin anything yet.

"Daddy, please take a look at Charlie's back and butt. Don't be shy,
Charlie. Take off your boxers and lie down on the bed." Colin knelt in
front of he boy and pulled slowly down his underwear. Bill swallowed when
he saw the damp patch at the front of the youngster's boxers and the little
stiff dick, just a bit longer than Colin's.

Bill had to admit that Charlie's butt and upper legs were heavily marked
after spanking, but there was no broken skin, and no real swollen
stripes. "Not that bad," Bill said, "No real horsewhip I guess. I see marks
from a riding crop here." Bill's hand touched the boy's soft, warm skin.

"Like the one you used on me in France," Colin pointed at the squared marks
from the crop.

"Aye, but that was acting remember, not real." Bill blushed as he spoke.

"Those are your words, sir," Colin gently thumped his old man's shoulder
with his fist. Bill stared at Colin's small hard-on that nearly leaked
pre-cum through the fabric in his white boxers.

"You often get a spanking, son?" Bill continued comforting the boy who
spread his legs.

"Not often, sir. Not anymore. Got some hand spanking when I was a kid, but
all the boys at the farm are punished from time to time," Charlie answered
openly.

"All the boys?" Colin seemed surprised.

"Charlie's uncle takes care of youngsters for rehabilitation, often as an
alternative to youth prison," Bill answered. "They work with the horses."

"But you?" Colin sat down beside the boy on the bed.

"Uncle is my guardian. He's my substitute dad. He's tough, but very
fair. He says he has to treat me the same as the other youngsters on the
farm." Charlie talked down in the pillow. He lifted his hips a little when
Bill caressed his buttocks.

Colin smiled when he saw that his Daddy let his hand follow the boy's arse
crack all the way down to his small balls visible between his upper
legs. The upper legs had the darkest stripes from the riding crop, and the
boy winced slightly when Bill touched them.

"Did you bring Kasim's cream Dad?" Colin had his hands all over his new
friend's body now.

"Aye, I never go without it. I never know when you are in the mood for
heavy action and need treatment afterwards." Bill grinned and left for the
bathroom again. Colin smiled when he saw his dad's very clear
erection. Soon afterwards Bill handed the dark coloured container to his
son.

"I'll go to the bar downstairs now, guys. I'll call you when your uncle
arrives, Charlie. Take care, boys." Bill left the two youngsters side by
side. The last thing he saw was Colin putting some cream on the young man's
butt while he had a finger inside his crack searching for his hot entrance.

"What do you fancy, buddy?" Colin used his fingers around Charlie's very
tight arsehole. "You want me to lick you and rim you? I'm not a fucker, you
see." Charlie did not answer but he went up on his knees, spread his legs
and opened up his arse for Colin's wet, hot tongue. He was as smooth and
hair-free as Colin. The boy's small balls were hard and his kid-like dick
was as hard as a rock.

Colin licked and sucked all the places he could reach from behind. "Please
slow down Colin, or I'll cum too quickly." The moaning and groaning boy was
trembling. "Let me do you now, please."

Colin lay on his back and Charlie stripped him. For the first time he saw
Colin's dick up close. The 4 inch (10 cm) long but quite thick cock was all
he wanted to suck. He had no hesitation at all. He grabbed Colin's cock,
took it all inside his mouth, and let Colin mouth-fuck him. Without gagging
he kept the cock inside.

"He was one of the best suckers I have ever met," Colin told Bill that
night. "His mouth was small, my little one got the head inside his
throat. The first time I have experienced that. Problem was that I spunked
at once, and spunked a lot after being excited most of the day. But he took
every drop, every single drop."

"Give me your cock, mate, and let me stay inside your mouth," Colin said as
moved into a 69 position. He played with Charlie's cock, pulled his long
foreskin back, and gave the boy his best cockhead service. The youngster
erupted after just a few minutes and filled Colin with his white cream
while he screamed even louder than Kenny did when cumming. At the same time
Colin felt small fingers from both hands open his own love hole, while his
cockhead was in the boy's throat again. Colin spunked off again for the
second time in a matter of minutes.

"It was a dream that I could see you again Charlie, but I'm sorry you had
to suffer for me." Colin was very close to the naked body of his first real
fan. He placed his hand on the red, but greasy butt.

"No problem," Charlie said. "Uncle Jim always regrets when he spanks me, so
that's probably why he agreed to drive down here today."

"Strange daddies," Colin whispered. "You have sex with your uncle?"

"He sometimes has girlfriends, but when none are around, he wants me to
suck him. But he never does me. But he always let me cum when I'm horny
after I have sucked him. I have to wank myself while he hugs me." Charlie
was cupping Colin's balls now. "I think he has had some of the oldest
boys. One of them told me that uncle fucked him like a horse, but I did not
believe him."

"You been fucked by any of the boys then?" Colin had a finger inside
Charlie's arse hole.

"Uncle would kill me if I had sex with any of them. I was raped by one some
years ago, week after week, but didn't dare to tell uncle. But suddenly he
disappeared. No-one has fucked me after that. But I dream of it, often."
Charlie had a very wet cock again when Colin finger-fucked his arse.

Colin's phone buzzed. "Aye Dad, okay. We'll be down in twenty minutes,"
Colin answered. "Your uncle has arrived and is waiting in the bar. Daddy
will serve him some coffee. We'll take a shower, okay?" Colin deep-kissed
his new friend.

"I have to pee," Charlie said when they came into the bathroom.

"Give it to me," Colin said. He kneeled in front of the boy.

"Are you crazy?" the boy looked a bit horrified.

"No, I'm thirsty!" Colin grinned and opened his mouth. The boy gave him a
huge yellow load and Colin managed to take it all.

"I want to try too," Charlie had a very innocent look when he knelt down.

"You don't have to Charlie. You ever tried before?" Colin showed off a
stiff cock.

"Uncle suggested it one time but I said no." The boy pulled Colin to his
open mouth. "Well, just push me away when you feel for it. No problem."
Colin tried to be slow. He saw that his young friend was unhappy, so he
just pulled his cock out, and sat down inside the shower, and sprayed his
yellow load all over himself. He even managed to get some into his own
mouth.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Charlie had looked at Colin
with an open mouth while watching the messy display

"We must hurry up. Don't make your uncle wait too long for you. No more
whipping for a while I hope." Colin kissed the youngster and pushed him
into the shower for a very close end to the meeting.


"Did you have fun with Charlie?" Bill asked as he and Colin waved the boy
and his uncle off.

Colin had an arm around Bill's waist and he gave him a squeeze as he
replied. "Yes, it was great. We only had oral sex but we both enjoyed it. I
am worried about him taking beatings from his uncle though."

"Hopefully he won't have to take any more," said Bill. "I had strong words
with Jim when he arrived, telling him how wrong it was. I also pointed out
that it was against the law to use physical punishment on those boys he
takes in for rehabilitation. He argued that he received physical punishment
regularly when he was a kid and that it didn't do him any harm. Anyway he
finally agreed that times have changed and promised not to beat Charlie or
the other boys again."

Colin stood up on tiptoe to kiss Bill. "Thanks, Dad. I had a feeling you
couldn't see such abuse and do nothing. I love you."

"I love you too, son," responded Bill.



To be continued