Date: Sun, 29 May 2016 10:53:11 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 39

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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 39


Colin woke up early feeling slightly confused by the strange
surroundings. Then he realised he was in the luxurious penthouse suite in
the London hotel booked for him and Bill by Mr Reynard. An exiting day lay
ahead for the young student who had arrived from Glasgow the night before
with his daddy.

The young lad got out of bed view to the London landmarks in daylight. He
had been in London a few times before but this time many things were
different. The young student was back in a semi-professional role, as model
and performer.

Colin was going to participate in two hot private sex shows for a very
select audience. Before that he was to meet agents for one of the newest
underwear and swimwear brands for young men, along with the editor for one
of Europe's hottest teen fashion magazines.  And he was going to make a
short porn movie - a teaser as Don, the London photographer he had worked
with in France last summer, described it.

"Daddy, I'm so exited. I wish you could fuck me all the way just now!"
Colin was in bed again beside his still sleepy daddy. "I wish you could do
dirty things with me, or even just spank me a little to make me relax."

"Cool down, baby. You know the deal with Mr Reynard. No cumming for 48
hours before your first show. And you spunked probably a dozen times this
Christmas!" Bill was still half asleep, but gave the kid full access when
he used his hands to cup the man's huge balls and put the tip of his tongue
on his rising cockhead.

"Fifteen times," Colin grinned and then took Bill's now fully erect cock
into his mouth.

"Did you fuck Habib last night after you saw him with Don?" Colin teased
his Daddy now.

"Twice...in both holes," Bill answered. "Colin, dear, I saw him and Kasim
for 10 minutes last night. Take a cold shower now. Don and Habib will be
arriving at the hotel about nine o'clock and we need to have our breakfast
first."

"Why will Don start shooting the teaser so early?" Colin had been told
about the teaser Š with a title something like "Colin and friends meet
London" - when Bill returned from the business meeting the night
before. "What did Kasim say about getting Habib into the teaser then?"
Colin could hardly speak clear when his dad licked pre-cum from his stiff
dick before he pushed him out of bed.

"Kasim gave permission for Habib to go with you and Don, but there is to be
no frontal nudity of the boy. And his face is not to be recognisable. It
will be a very short movie, with some nude scenes in a studio added
later. Hurry up now!" Bill had to give himself some heavy wanks when Colin
was out of sight. He wished he could have fucked the boy to the very end
just now. In Bill's eyes Colin looked so innocent again, all shaven and
small cocked. It disturbed the 'old man' a little when he closed his eyes
and continued wanking, to see the faces both of Colin and Olav.

"I think you need a cold shower too," Colin said as he returned from the
shower, shaking his head like a wet dog, and sending drops of cold water
over his darling daddy who screamed like schoolgirl.

***


Colin and Habib were sitting in the back of a black London taxi. Colin was
fair-skinned but tanned and, although he was 18, he looked no more than
15. Habib had just turned 18 but with his darker skin and black oiled hair
he definitely looked older than Colin.

Mr Donald Matthews, known as Don to his friends and colleagues, would be
filming the pair. He told them to behave like two ordinary friends visiting
the huge city for the first time. "We will do two short scenes in Madame
Tussauds. The first with you dressed as a football player," he said as he
looked at Colin. "The second scene with both of you naked in the
dungeon. This is not allowed of course, but I have my methods. Now change
into football gear." He handed Colin a plastic bag. "The exhibition opens
09:30 but we will be allowed in ten minutes ahead of the crowd and go
straight to the sports section.

Colin found a copy of Christiano Ronaldo's gear in the bag. "I want you
totally naked when you change here in the middle of the traffic, no
underwear." Don instructed while shooting. Colin blushed when the taxi
driver looked at him in the rear view mirror and then smiled when Colin
showed a hard-on for the camera. Don was very pleased.

The two boys were to stand around the model of Ronaldo. There was nobody
else around. The guard had received his promised twenty quid to wait
outside and prevent anyone else coming in. "Pull down Colin's shorts,
boy. Kneel and take his cock in your mouth for a few seconds. We'll do the
rest in the studio."

When they left for the dungeon, the public was beginning to stream into the
football room.

Down in the dark cellar Don brought them to the torture room. "Undress both
of you, hurry!" Don commanded. Colin saw that the entrance sign said 'open
in ten minutes'. "Colin, a frontal shot of you holding the barriers with
both hands and your cock outside please. And Habib, you stand facing Colin
on the other side of the barriers. Go!"

"Great job, guys. We finished in only 15 minutes. You are really good
actors." Don handed them tickets for a proper visit later, as he said.

"Next spot is the London Eye. I have no appointment there, but it's early
and we shouldn't have to queue for long. We'll use a bus to get there,"
said Don. When the bus arrived, he gave his instructions. "Sit upstairs, at
the front if possible. I will shoot through the window to get to get some
of the famous viewpoints on tape. Sit close together and use loving hands
if few people are around."

Colin was excited pointing out places to Habib during the ride. When
approaching the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Bridge, he rose from
his seat and pointed. Don got a beautiful silhouette of the young man's
very visible bulge through the loose football shorts he was still wearing.

After some refreshments the guys were ready to enter the 'Eye'. Even though
it was a bit chilly in the December weather, Don wanted the boys to be
shirtless. Fortunately the sun made it quite warm inside the glass
cage. The three were lucky and got a gondola to themselves. Don was filming
and Habib was so excited by the views that he nearly forgot why he was
there. "When at the top I want you to drop your shorts. Don't worry if some
people in adjacent gondolas are looking. That's their own business." Don
talked as if he had done this before.

"Use one hand on your cocks as if you are wanking. I want Colin full
frontal, but just hold still and don't move. We'll put in real wanking
later." Don adjusted his own cock before he took a close-up of Colin
dripping a long thread of pre-cum.

Down on the ground again, the dressed innocent-looking boys mixed with the
crowd and were on their way back to a taxi before the viewers from the next
gondola could follow.

"I want you to stop on the north-western side of Tower Bridge," Don told
the taxi driver. "You guys take the left pavement and walk hand in hand
across the bridge. Put an arm around your mate from time to time as well,
Colin. I follow behind filming. I want the Thames, the Tower and the
skyline on the screen as well as your sexy bums. Go ahead, act!"

"I have to piss," Colin said.

"There's a toilet by the information stand in the eastern tower," Don
informed him.

"Okay, you can get a pissing scene for your teaser then," Colin
grinned. And Don took the opportunity without hesitating. Inside a very
narrow cubicle he managed to film two half-hard spraying cocks, before he
unzipped his own trousers and showed the boys that his stallion cock was
dripping wet even before he started to piss. Colin couldn't stop himself
kneeling and licking the photographer until his huge cock was like a spear.

"You have to stop Baby, or I'm going to spit all over you," Don whispered.

"Wish you would!" Colin grinned up at Don.

"No time for fun now! We have one more important scene," Don said, " and
this needs some more preparation."

The two boys entered the so-called Princes' Room in the Tower of London,
and Colin explained the background to Habib. "The young princes - 12 year
old King Edward V and his younger brother- were imprisoned in the Tower by
Richard, the Duke of Gloucester who was supposed to take care of them. They
disappeared and it is assumed they were murdered. Then Richard took the
throne to become King Richard III."

"We're not here for a history lesson, but a lesson in brotherly love
between two older princes," Don said. "The room isn't open to the general
public at the moment but we can't spend too long here. Now I want you to
dress as young medieval princes. You'll find your costumes over there." Don
pointed to a small wardrobe.

The two boys were soon dressed in clothes from the fourteenth century,
including tight stockings, silk codpieces and short blouses. The boys,
still horny after the incident in the toilet by Tower Bridge, were less
innocent than probably correct. Don smiled. They were the best actors he
had ever had up here. And he had made movies up here before.

"Just play as if I'm not here," Don said. "I know you are horny so it
shouldn't be too difficult for you to show us some hot action. I know you
are not allowed to cum, Colin, so we'll keep the scene rather short. At the
end I want Habib to spunk all over your lovely face and mouth. You're okay
with that I assume."

Colin nodded and asked, "Should we fuck each other?" He had never fucked
Habib and he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that now when he wasn't allowed
to cum.

"No, we have no time for that. Handjobs, sucking and then some rimming in
the bed before Habib spunks off. We have about ten minutes. Go on,
guys. Start to kiss as you undress." Don gave his brief instructions as
director.

It quickly became a hot scene. The two youngsters kissed passionately. They
undressed each other both gently but with eagerness. Once fully naked the
two beautiful bodies lay down on the chamber bed. Colin gave his movie
brother full access to his stiff little cock and got all the treatment
possible. Then they turned around, and in a 69 Colin focused on Habib's
dripping cock. His circumcised cock was probably not historically correct,
but his lovely cockhead was like a small golden apple that Colin orally
worshiped.

"Okay, rim your mate's arse now," Don instructed Habib, and after a short
hesitation, the lad started to lick Colin's arse opening. Soon he was even
putting the tip of his tongue into Colin's arse hole.

Colin put his head back and shouted "Stop Habib, please Habib. I'm gonna
cum!"

Don paused filming, went up to Colin and with a very solid grip, and a
scream from the boy, he pinched his cock root and stopped the boy's
ejaculation. He had done that before too!

"We'd better wait with the mouth-fucking until we are in the studio. We
only have a few minutes left now," Don was effective at time
management. "But, first we can have a cumshot from you, Habib. Pull up your
legs, Colin. Let me see your arsehole, try to press out so we can see your
arse muscles move." Turning to Habib, he went on, "I have to shoot you from
the side, boy. Put your cockhead very close to Colin's arse and start to
wank. Use only two fingers. I want to see the spunk cumming out of your
piss-slit and then Colin's arsecrack filled with your cream. Then use your
cockhead to spread your love cream...maybe push some into the hole...before
you lie down and lick your cum from Colin's arse." The young Arab actor
needed no further help to let the photographer have the perfect porn finale
on this film set, high up in Her Majesty's Tower of London.


"It feels strange sitting here eating, looking down at the place where
people where executed," Colin said, getting another portion of sausages and
mash in an old pub above Tower Hill.

'We'll take the Tube out to my studio in East London. I want to get a few
shots on the train. No hot stuff there, but I will instruct you how to
stand so later I can make it look as if you are riding the Tube naked." Don
finished eating and was in a hurry. "I need to have a quick word with
someone here. As soon as I come back, I want you to go to the toilet and
take a piss, Colin. Habib, please wait at the table. We'll only be a couple
of minutes."

The pub toilet was a really old-fashioned one, with a long stinky piss
trough. Colin went up to the trough and pulled his shorts down while Don
filmed from the side. Just when Colin was about to end his yellow stream,
two men in their thirties entered the room and placed themselves on either
side of the boy. Colin hadn't received any instructions, but since Don was
still shooting his film, Colin knew that this had been arranged. He used
both hands and took hold of the waiting cocks and gently wanked the men
while they were sending their fluid into the pissoir.

"Well done, guys. You'll find a extra beer waiting for you at the bar." Don
had got a hot scene on his London tour without giving his young actor any
instructions at all. "You are a born porn actor, kid." Don gave him a hug
when they left the pub.

Don did some filming in the Tube back to his studio, but because it was
very crowded Don could not give any instructions.

"First time in a porn studio guys?" Don grinned when they entered the old
building through a side door.

"I've seen inside Kasim's studio in Marseille," Colin said, and young Habib
said that he had too.

 "We shoot a lot of so-called soft porn for hotels and television
here. There are many amateurs around willing to earn some quick money." Don
was suddenly like a guide.

"What is soft porn? Habib asked, almost his first question of the day.

"Fucking and sucking without showing cocks or cunts," the porn specialist
Colin explained. "Just pretend stuff!"

"You could be right for most studios but here we make different versions
with two or three cameras, so everybody here has to fuck for real." Don
grinned again. "And we use real spunk - no egg white in this studio. But
back to business. I'll shoot some short sex scenes with you two in a studio
with a blue background so I can mix it with our outdoor shots. It will look
like sex on location if I'm good enough." Don opened the door to a sort of
reception area. The room was empty but for a pale young boy sitting on a
sofa.

"Hey Ben. You here already? I managed to do most of the work outdoors so
you'll be able to finish early. Say hello to Colin and Habib." The young
man did not rise, but gave them a thumbs up. The two answered the same way,
and followed Don into the studio.

"Red light on," Don stopped the guys. "I thought they would have finished
by now, but we probably won't have to wait long."

"What are they shooting?" Colin was very curious.

"I'm not quite sure. We've had two lads from the Midlands here yesterday
and today. They are doing a great job. Very cute guys, and easy to work
with. It's their third visit here. They are amateurs, but doing a better
job than many professionals."

"Two days? A full movie then?" Colin wondered.

"No. I guess they are into their second for the day, and they did two sets
yesterday as well. They did some MILF stuff yesterday, both of them, but
today I think it's just sweet vanilla gay sex," Don talked to Colin like he
was his business partner.

"MILF as in sons fucking their mothers? Ugh!" Colin looked disgusted.

"That's what we pretend, but it's very seldom like that. We use young guys
and mature ladies," Don answered without any emotion.

"But these guys are gay, aren't they? Since they do sets together I mean."
Colin couldn't quite believe what Don said.

"To be honest, we don't talk much about sexual orientation here. These guys
want to have sex. They want to earn money. They are good-looking and they
are well equipped. They stay hard without any problems and they shoot loads
like stallions. Most important, they are healthy and not into drugs. If
they use some pills to stay hard for a longer time, well, that's not my
business and I don't ask." Don signalled for the boys to wait and went into
the studio.

"I could not fuck an old lady, not if they gave me a huge pile of money,"
Colin whispered to Habib. "The thought of licking a woman makes me
nauseous."

Don was soon back. "They are almost finished. You can come in and watch the
final scene but stay silent. This scene is always the most important and we
use two cameras on that. But these guys will do well. They are real
boyfriends so they don't have to act, and they are gay!" Don smiled now and
looked at Colin. "The MILF business is just for money. We often use young
amateur boys for those sets. Many male actors are not so happy with the old
ladies, but the young lads close their eyes and dream of their boyfriends
when being sucked." Don looked at Colin with a huge grin and gently punched
his shoulder. The red light went off.

"You can go in now, but stay very quiet in the background," Don said as he
opened the door to the studio.

"The studio was decorated like a teenager's room with a king-size bed. The
strong lights made the area really warm. Two guys with lightweight cameras
were doing the filming, both wearing only tank tops and cut-off denim
shorts. One was a mature guy (Colin reckoned late forties) but the other
was a young guy no more than 21. An even younger guy brought Cokes to the
two young actors sitting naked side by side on the bed, teasing and joking
with each other as if they were alone.

Sitting in the shadows was a quite mature lady reading a magazine. She did
not seem very interested in what was going on.

"Okay, Claire, give the boys a little more sweat." The older cameraman
looked at the woman. "And give the two cocks a bit more colour before the
spunking, thank you! Which of you will cum first?" He added as he looked at
the two actors.

"I will, if it's okay," said one of them as he raised his hand. "But I
don't know how much I have to shoot. The bitch sucked me empty earlier,
remember?"

"It will be okay, son. Young'un here can add some spunk for the close
up. He has been horny all day. It's his first real job you know." The older
man indicated the young blushing cameraman.

Colin had already noticed that the young man seemed to be sporting a heavy
boner, but he wasn't sure. It could just be that he was very well
hung. Colin had been more interested in the older photographer who looked a
lot like Bruce, hairy and tanned. He could see his large nipples through
the tight top and, even better, a bulge that had Colin's mouth
watering. After losing his erection during the MILF talk, Colin had his
dripping boner back. Suddenly he felt Don grope his cock and balls.

"You would love to be in this, baby?" Don whispered. "Or is there nothing
here you fancy?" He enjoyed teasing.

"I would love to be fucked by him," Colin said as he stared at the daddy
figure now preparing his camera. "He could do anything he wanted with me
and you could film us."

"Maybe we could arrange that one day." Don was a bit distracted as he
checked his watch. He had an agreement with Mr Reynard to take Colin back
to his hotel suite in Central London before five o'clock but he felt there
was still enough time to finish his job.

The woman named Claire pushed the two laughing boys back on the bed and
with a thin voice she said without a smile, "You get hard kids, so I can
brighten up your small ones."

The two lads, quite thin, nearly hairless with just a dark shadow above
their cocks, managed to get half-hard quite fast, and when the lady pulled
their foreskin back without mercy, and started to put some colour on their
cockheads, they were both hard as steel. "Good lads," she said. "Now finish
the shoot so I can get home for a late lunch." She used some water from a
flower sprayer to make them look really sweaty.

"Okay lads, I want to shoot this in one take. I want spunk all over the
face and I want an open mouth, okay, and then you lick him clean. Oh, and
Young'un, you be sure to get a close-up when the boys feed each other. I
want some real snowballing, guys. Just as you did yesterday." The older
cameraman was doubling as the director.

The final scene was hot, but much like any other vanilla production. One
boy sat on the other's chest, and after heavy sucking and licking, he did
just as he had been directed. Colin was looking at the cameramen. The young
one had to adjust his cock from time to time, obviously as horny as
hell. The old one had a very visible bulge as well, but he was more
professional and concentrated on the job.

Colin smiled when he looked aside and saw that Habib had his small cock out
from his shorts and was wanking like a mad one. "Stop, son. You have to
save it for our shot," Don whispered to him. Colin was wet too, but tried
to stay cool when the other guy on the set wanked and shot his load all
over his friend's body.

"Okay guys. Have a good trip home to Manchester. Hope to see you again next
month," the cameraman said to the boys on the bed before coming up to
Don. "Where did you find this cutie?" he looked at Colin with a
smile. Colin went red. He wasn't sure if he liked being called `cutie'.

"This is Colin, Andrew. The lad from the great barn shot in
France. Remember?"

"The little tough guy? Really nice to meet you, young man." The cameraman
offered Colin his hand.

"Colin is showing his young friend London today, and we have to take some
blue-screen shots to finish off," Don said while Colin shook the man's
hand.

"Nice to meet you, sir. I wish we could talk more. I could do with some
advice for appearing in front of the camera, but I guess we are in a
hurry." Colin looked at Don.

"Yes we are, Colin. Claire, can you do me a favour? I need this boy
coloured up a little for the heavy light, but just to correspond with the
outdoor winter light. The other boy here needs no extra tanning. He has his
natural look and his face is not shown." Don had a caring hand on Habib's
shoulder.

"And please give young Colin some extra make-up on his willy and his
hairless entrance. I will be taking some close-ups. Young Ben is waiting
outside. Will you please make his dick the same colour as Colin's. He'll be
doing a `stand in' spunking for Colin." Don gave his orders, but Colin
noticed the polite way in which he spoke to the make-up lady.

"You may undress here, son." Claire put her eyes on him. "We have no time
to go to the wardrobe."

Colin hesitated with all the people around, and a lady who was to give him
all over make-up, even on his cock! But then he heard Bill's voice in his
head. "Don't be a prima donna, Colin. You are a professional now!" He
undressed without looking around. When he pushed down his red, very sexy
jock, one of the boys on the bed whistled. Colin just showed his thumb to
him, and turned his head with a huge grin.

The naked and, for once, flaccid Colin went up to the lady and held out his
hand. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

The lady took his hand and just said, "My pleasure, young man." No taunt at
all in her voice.

She did her job quickly and professionally. Colin loved the strokes from
her warm hands and from the oil she put on him. He had to close his eyes
and concentrate. He was about to grow a hard-on in front of a lady. And
when she pulled back his foreskin and put make-up on his glans, on his
cockshaft and then on his balls, he was as stiff as he could be. She took
no notice of the drop of pre-cum that came from his manipulated piss-slit.

"Now your rear, son. Please turn around." The lady turned him. He bent over
like a professional porn star and pulled his buttocks apart, showing her
his pink entrance. No whistling from the boys now, but there was a silent
excitement in the room.

The very professional Don ended this little performance by ordering
everybody out. "I just need this studio camera, Colin. The blue screen is
in the studio behind us. So guys, follow me. We'll take the last shots and
then I'll call for a taxi to take you back to your hotel."

What happened next was not under Don's direction. The lady, Claire as she
was called, hugged Colin tight and whispered in his ear, "Take care,
son. Look after yourself. Nobody in this business really cares! And if you
ever feel the need for help, just come to me."

"You have won the first prize today, Colin," Don said when they entered the
other studio.

"What prize, Don?" Colin did not understand.

"I have never seen Claire hug a newcomer before, and she is not just
anybody, Colin. She owns this studio and many clubs and restaurants all
over London. She is one of the richest in this business."

"She almost made me forget she was a woman. Her touch was
just... erm...hot." Colin had a hand around his still stiff and dripping
dick. "But back to business, okay?"

"Yes, we'll do the rest of the shooting now, guys. Just relax as you did
out in town." Don saw that both the boys were stressed. Colin had high
shoulders and was breathing with through his open mouth. Don went up to him
and hugged the warm naked body.

"Just have fun, baby. I'll do all the work. Now undress your young friend."
Colin smiled when he felt Don's bulge close to his own body.

"He's not only professional," Colin thought about Don's young-looking
body. He had seen him naked only once - swimming naked in the pool in
France, tanned and without a hair on his body. "Bet he is a great fucker
too." Colin let his hand, as if by accident, touch the man's hard bulge.

Don seemed to hesitate, then he swallowed and started to adjust the
camera. "I'll take some nude shots of you two here in the blue studio, and
mix it with the film we have done outside today. If we do a good job,
viewers will believe that you were fully naked out in the city this
morning."

"Cool!" Colin was grinning at the naked beauty from Tunisia. "Wish we could
have been naked in Madame Tussauds. Wouldn't it have been hot if Ronaldo
was naked too? You think the wax model of him has a real cock, Don?" Don
did not answer the sexy small talk. He was back in his very professional
role now.

"We'll start with the last scene, with you two standing in the Tube. You in
front Colin, as if holding the handrail. You will just have your back in
this shot, Habib. Play with your cock, Colin. Don't wank. Just tug your
balls and touch your cockhead. Rub the pre-cum and put a finger in your
mouth. Look around!" Colin was enjoying himself.

"Good stuff in one take. Great, guys. Now sit down on the bench lads, just
as you did on the bus. You remember rising up very excited, pointing out
Big Ben, Colin? Do it again now." Don started the camera rolling. Colin
acted as though he was on the bus. It wasn't easy, and a bit boring
too. "We'll do a second take. Stay hard, baby. I want your cock stiff for
the side view." Colin gave his cock some wanks and then he acted again. Don
was satisfied.

"Now guys, think back to Ronaldo. I want you standing full frontal, Colin,
as you were this morning. And you, Habib, just kneel down and suck
Colin. Lick him, tease him and bite him a little. Grab his head, Colin. Let
him mouth-fuck you. Play with your tits, baby. Just like that yes, yes!"
Colin saw Don tenting and he focused on not cumming. "Okay, you can stop,
guys. Good work Habib. You were close to cumming Colin? I saw that. Great!"

Don put a blue blanket on the bench. "Well boy, now for some hotter
action. Lie down, Colin. Spread your legs. We need to see your cock being
sucked a little more. Suck him, Habib. And then sit upon his chest." The
young Arab was happy to continue. He knelt beside Colin and took his cock
inside his mouth, and then allowed Colin to mouth-fuck him. After a minute
or so, he moved onto his chest and gave Colin his hard-on.

Don smiled at Habib. "I guess you don't have to act now, Colin. The boy has
wanted this since the Tower. Just forget that I'm here. Make love to each
other, and Habib, I want you to spunk all over Colin's face. Then you kiss
him and lick him, okay. Here we go, guys." Don started off with his camera
very close.

It was a very hot, but very short love scene. Habib mouth-fucked Colin like
crazy. Colin even used his hands around the boy's hips and forced him deep
into his throat. Habib was screaming when Colin used his teeth on his
unprotected circumcised cock. Then he grabbed his cock with one hand and
wanked with just two fingers, as Don had told him. He sent his huge load of
boy cream into Colin's mouth and onto his face. Some even flew into his
hair. One of Colin's eyes caught a load of spunk and it dripped from his
eye-lashes. Habib was whining and nearly crying when Colin took his tender
cock into his mouth again for cleaning. When the boy lowered his head and
licked every drop of cum from Colin's face Don was unhappy that he was not
allowed to show the boy's face.

"The last scene is difficult, but hot, and I want it to be good. I'm sorry
you can't spunk off today Colin, but I have a stand-in for you. We will
pretend that you spunk off inside the gondola at the top of the London
Eye. I'll go and fetch Ben. You take a short break and clean up a little,
Colin. You'll find soft drinks on the table."

Don went out through the door into the first studio. When he opened the
door, Colin saw that the older cameraman had been watching the action
inside. Colin did nothing to hide the fact that he was horny, and knowing
that the older very well-hung man was looking at him made him leak more
pre-cum.

"Sorry that we kept you waiting, Ben. The other lads took a bit more time
than planned. The lads from Manchester thought this was a love hotel, I
guess." Don smiled at the young lad who had been waiting in reception.

"Yeah, I talked to them. They were happy to get paid for fucking, they
said. Could do that every day, they said." Ben sounded like a local
guy. Colin liked him. Ben was thin and had big blue eyes and very visible
nipples. No visible bulge in the baggy skater-style outfit though.

"Did they say anything about the MILF yesterday then? " Don took off the
boy's t-shirt and signalled him to take off his shorts.

"The fucking lady had teased them about their equipment. Said that she
needed two of them to fill her up. Then they did that. One took her cunt,
the other her backside. Banged her very hard, they said, while pretending
they fucked each other. She had problems walking afterwards when dripping
spunk from both holes. Fucking crazy!" The lad was naked and half-hard with
a small cock just Colin's size. "That younger cameraman wants to make a
test shot with me after this so it's probably good that you only want me to
do a single wank."

Ben went over to Colin. "So you want me to spunk for you, eh? Problems? I
often do it for oldies, but you?" Ben met Colin's eyes. Colin blushed.

"Colin's producer has denied him the pleasure of cumming today. He's doing
a cum show tomorrow but I need the pictures today. That's why. He's a heavy
shooter like you." Don made the position clear before reaching for his
camera. "Get this boy hard, Habib, and let him stay hard." Don put a hand
on Ben's shoulder and asked him to kneel. The young Arabian cocksucker got
another dream job.

"Okay Colin. The scene is inside the glass gondola. You stand as you did,
with your front to the Thames. You wank, a heavy hard wank, with a lot of
noise. I don't have to instruct you, you know how to make a wank look
hot. When I say, Ben will place himself very close in front of you with his
hands behind his back. You use your wanking hand to do him, okay.  I'll
change to a side view of his cock now. You are the one to scream and act as
if you are cumming, but Ben will shoot his load all over the floor in what
I hope looks like the floor of the glass gondola of the London Eye. And
then," Don looked at Habib. "I will film you from behind when you lick the
spunk from the floor. The plastic is clean here son, so don't worry."

"Just my tiny cock and my huge load in the movie," Ben grinned. "Well paid
minutes then!"

"Here we go. Just one take for this, so do the job well." Don started to
shoot his clip in front of the blue screen. After just two minutes he
shouted, "I'll pause and change position. You come in now, Ben. Here we
go!"

Ben took some time to spunk off, but when Colin took hold of his nipples
and squeezed them, the young man shot his load while Colin held his cock
with two fingers. There was quite a big load for Habib to lick up.

"How are you, Colin?" Don asked when the young man rose after cleaning his
stand-in's cock with his own mouth.

"Fine," Colin said, "Just fine, but if this guy had pressed his hot body
against my cock any longer, you would have had a double load on the floor."

Ben hugged Colin and Habib too, and ran off for the other studio. There
were two guys looking in the open door now.

"Forty five minutes. Nice work Colin, and nice of you too Habib. Happy for
the vitamins, eh?" He looked at the boy licking his lips.

"But you have to hurry up and get dressed. Mr Reynard's limo will be
waiting for you outside."

***


"What is it like to be a movie star?" Bill welcomed his young man in their
huge suite.

"I could eat a horse," Colin said as he collapsed on the huge sofa. Bill
had heard that expression many times.

"I have ordered a selection of pizzas for us. They will be here very soon,
I think. Take a shower, love." Bill kissed him. "And get that make-up off
your skin. You look like a doll." Bill smiled.

"I feel like one as well," Colin said.

"But you don't have to do your hair. Mr Reynard has asked Pierre to style
you before the audition tonight," Bill continued.

"Great. It will be nice to see Pierre again," Colin said as he went to the
bathroom.

"Quite a change from the mountain cabin just a few days ago," Bill
thought. "I wonder what my boy thinks of all this." Suddenly he was a bit
worried.

"Will you please scrub my back and my bum, Daddy?" Colin shouted from the
shower.


"I wonder what I shall put on for the audition. Reynard said I could wear
whatever I wanted. He would have preferred me naked, he said." Colin had
several different outfits spread on the bed as he chatted to Bill. "I think
I'll just go with the pair of tight black trousers and the off-white short
jacket I wore at the restaurant at home. Bruce thought I looked hot that
night, remember?" Colin looked at Bill who was still resting with his eyes
closed. "You'd better dress up too, Daddy. I'm leave to meet Mr Reynard
now. You look for me just before seven, okay?"

Colin was not his usual cool self. He was really nervous, not for the
meeting with the representatives for the fashion world but to be compared
with, he had been told, five other young guys.

Colin knocked the door to Mr Reynard's suite. The door was opened by
Pierre, Reynard's young servant. He was dressed in a short toga-like white
tunic, tanned and barefoot. Pierre had a huge smile when he saw Colin. He
kissed him in the French manner and then hugged him.

"Nice to see you again, Colin. You look absolutely gorgeous." Colin had
heard this expression from the girlish looking make-up artist
before. "Please come in, Mr Reynard is waiting for you!"

"Mon cher ami, comment ca va? Permettez-moi de te regarder." Reynard, in a
perfect light grey suit opened his arms and welcomed the young man. "I have
really waited for this moment. It has been a long time since I saw you. Let
me see if you have changed?" Colin stayed in his arms. "And your outfit is
stunning," Reynard held Colin by his shoulders and looked him up and
down. "You are well tanned for the middle of winter, and really sexy
without a shirt."

"And how are you, sir? Thank you for the beautiful present." Colin pointed
to his golden necklace.  "I have to thank you from my friend Olav as
well. It was quite a surprise for us to receive such gifts. Olav wanted me
to give you a kiss, sir," Colin kissed the man's left cheek. "And this from
me," Colin kissed the man's other cheek. "I hope you had a nice journey to
London. And you look stunning as always. Dad is just around the
corner. He'll be here any minute." Colin suddenly felt a bit stressed by
the situation.

"Bring the champagne, Pierre, and three glasses." Reynard sat down on the
sofa. "Please sit in my lap, kid. I've missed you!"

"Only half a glass for you, kid," Reynard smiled at Colin, "You are the one
who has to work tonight and convince the `judges' that you are their new
star. You'd better stay sober."

"I'm nervous," Colin whispered very near to Reynard's ear. He touched his
earlobe with his hot lips. Reynard closed his eyes and put one hand on
Colin's growing bulge. Colin bit the man's earlobe, still very
lightly. Reynard turned his head and gave Colin his lips. The kiss was
soft, but when Colin gave the grown-up his tongue, the man answered the
same way, and squeezed the young man's hard balls.

Pierre was still standing in front of them, spellbound. He was not used to
seeing his `master' being tender. He knew his whip better.

"Strip Colin for me, Pierre. I want to see him before you prepare him for
the audition."

Pierre gave Reynard another glass of champagne, then he started to undress
Colin. When his jacket came off, Colin turned around and showed his upper
body. "Nice," Reynard commented. "Very boyish muscles without being
bulky. Think the swimming does you good. Show me your armpits, love." Colin
put his arms behind the neck and turned around, showing off his hairless
pits.

The next item to come off was the tight black trousers. With help of
Pierre, Colin managed to slip these off, revealing a white thong. Colin
knew that he probably was going to become erect so he had chosen a very
tight thong, almost a dance belt.

"I don't like that thong very much, Colin dear. You have no reason to hide
your beautiful love stick. Take the red sexy one over there. And take the
white shoes," he pointed to a chair beside the door. Mr Reynard knew what
he wanted from his young star.

"And now please show me your beauty." Reynard continued. Colin went up very
close to the man. With slightly shaky hands Reynard undressed his Scottish
prince. "Beautiful, really beautiful. Just as I remembered you." Reynard
used his hands and touched Colin's silly smooth pubic area, his balls, and
then, very carefully, his cock.

"Please show me all of your cockhead, baby." Reynard had trouble
speaking. Colin used two fingers to pull his glans free. Then he squeezed
his cock and showed off the slightly darker coloured piss-slit filled with
a clear drop of pre-cum. "Yes, beautiful. Just like last summer. Perfect
size," Reynard said mostly to himself.

"Show me the boy's arse, Pierre. Please come closer, Colin." Reynard was
very eager and sat on the end of the sofa now.

Colin bent over, a bit embarrassed at being examined, but Pierre just
smiled and opened the boy's crack for a clear view. Reynard collected some
of the dripping pre-cum from Colin's stiff cock with one finger and used it
to cream the tight entrance. "Just great baby, just great!" Reynard leaned
forward and kissed the boy's entrance.

But suddenly, as if coming out of a dream, Reynard straightened up on the
sofa. "Okay, Pierre, you style Colin for his audition. No fancy
make-up. Just let the boy shine. Maybe put some colour on his nipples. And
Colin, if they ask you to be shirtless, pinch your nipples a bit to make
them stand out more. They will love that. And if you get hard when putting
on their underwear, just stay hard. Be the innocent lad you are!" Reynard
smiled at his young protˇgˇ.

"Innocent," Colin whispered to Pierre on their way to the bathroom. "I
wonder how long he will let me stay innocent in the shows he has lined up."

***


"Welcome, ladies, gentlemen and boys." A tall well-dressed man in his
thirties was standing in front of the group of boys with their managers and
in most cases their parents. "My name is Philip Marc and it is my job to
lead this audition." He looked at the six young boys, sitting in the front
row as he added. "As you know, we want to find a new international model
for my company "Teen stars."

Mr Marc introduced the first of the men on the interview panel. "I want you
to meet Mr Beroni, who is the executive in charge for the Italian-American
company that will produce this new teen underwear brand. The name of the
brand is still a secret, but it will be announced to the world market very
soon." The Italian-looking man was a hairy guy in his fifties, extremely
well-dressed. He rose from his seat and bowed.

Colin told Bill in bed that night that this Latin daddy had made him
shiver. "I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes from the very first
minute he saw me," Colin admitted.

"I also want you to meet Mr Sieger, who is the editor of "Young Fashion,"
the magazine that will be responsible for the marketing in Europe." Mr
Sieger was quite a young man, probably just in his early thirties. The
skinny man raised his arm as a greeting.

Bill looked at Colin to see how he was behaving in this huge room with all
these people. "He looks as if he owns this room," Bill whispered to Reynard
who sat beside him.

"He does, he does!" Reynard nodded.

"We have two photographers here today too. Seigio from Milan and Don who is
based here in London." The two men, both mature and confident-looking,
smiled at the young guys. "And last but not least, meet my charming
secretary Miss Johnson who will do her best to help you." Philip Marc ended
his speech by smiling at the young woman.

"Just a little information from me before we begin." Mr Beroni was very
formal. "Our new brand, for underwear and then swimwear, is aimed at
teenagers from 12 to 17, and we want to present this new brand, as clothing
for the manly, tough, young man. If you are chosen, you will work together
with models from the United States and Asia with photos appearing in
internet blogs, in magazines and on posters around the world. There is also
the possibility of fashion shows here in London and in Milan. I look
forward to meeting you lads."

Marc, the master of ceremonies, took a step forward. "Okay, guys, now we
start. You will draw a numbered armband from Miss Johnson. Place it on your
right arm, and keep it on all evening. In front, you can see the catwalk,
and in that corner you can change when you need. There is a screen there as
well, but young gentlemen, Miss Johnson has seen kids' bums before, so
don't be shy." Nothing but a bit of nervous laughter was heard.

"You can all stay during this open round, but no photographs please." Mr
Marc addressed the parents and managers then looked back at the boys. "The
first round is very simple and you will remain in your own clothes. Walk
down the catwalk, turn around at the end and walk back to the middle, turn
slowly around in front of the panel and wait until you are dismissed. We
will start with number one." He looked at the first very nervous young guy.

Colin followed the guys with his eyes. He was number five and had plenty of
time. The boys all appeared to be younger than him and not experienced
models. They tried to walk as the models they had seen on catwalks but
didn't look very natural. Colin tried to remember what Reynard had said to
him. "Walk naturally, head straight, hands by your side. Smile and try to
get eye contact with everyone on the interview panel, but catch at least
one man's eyes." The look from Reynard when he finished said he was
satisfied.

"Second round. Please do just the same as before but we want you shirtless
this time. We will start with number six. May we have some more light
please?" Mr Marc gave his instructions.

Colin handed his jacket to Miss Johnson. Then he turned his back to the
panel while waiting for the boys with both vests and shirts to take off. He
used his fingers and his nails to squeeze his nipples. He tugged them until
they were erect and very dark.

The boy that started first this time was a dream in Colin's eyes; the only
boy he got turned on when looking at. He was a bit taller than Colin,
darker skin, and with jet black hair. "He looks scared," Reynard whispered
to Bill when the same boy moved forward without a smile.

Then Colin stepped onto the catwalk, his black trousers sitting low and his
upper body shining after Pierre's light oiling. He put on a big smile when
he stopped in front of the panel. Without being provocative, he put his
hands on his hips before he turned around for the last time.

"The next round will tell us how you feel about our new underwear," Mr Marc
said. "Miss Johnson has put our tight boxer type on the stand over
there. She will give you the correct size because the measurements were
sent us in advance. Please put on the boxers and make the same walk."

Four of the boys went behind the screen to change after they got their
underwear from Miss Johnson. Colin and the dark-skinned boy he fancied
changed in front of the table without covering themselves at all. Colin was
pleased that Pierre had put some oil on his legs. That made it possible for
him to undress from his tight trousers with some elegance. "That dirty
little stripper," Din whispered to his colleague. He knows exactly what he
is doing."

Bill was a bit confused when he saw that Colin was wearing the red thong
instead of the tight underwear he had chosen earlier. "I told him to,"
Reynard answered Bill's question, just as Colin undressed completely.

Colin found Miss Johnson's eyes. "She looked like she wanted to eat me,"
Colin told Reynard afterwards. "And I hated her smell. It reminded me of
fish, but her look stopped me getting an erection."

Again Colin was number two on the catwalk. He focused on Mr Sieger this
time and managed to meet his eyes. When Colin turned around for the second
time everybody could see that his bulge had grown, and Colin got everyone's
attention at the end by placing a small but important thumb inside the
boxer's waistband. He got a huge smile back from Mr Sieger.

There was a small discussion among the three `judges' before Mr Marc
announced, "We would like one more round before we are finished." Colin was
happy to do more. He had been expecting more. Mr Marc went on. "You all
know how important the model's bum, or to be more formal, his buttocks are
when we present underwear. The boxers covered too much for us to reach a
decision." The two men on either side of Mr Marc nodded.

"On the table you find some other models; jocks, thongs, briefs and a very
new low bikini for boys. Choose whatever you want and please feel free to
really show us your rear." Mr Marc grinned. "And no photos at this part of
the audition guys," he said as he looked at the two photographers. "We will
start with number one when you have changed."

Most of the young models chose colourful jocks and presented a hot view
when they came back to the catwalk. Colin's favourite, number six, had
chosen a white jock, which looked very sexy against his tanned bum. Colin
had, to Bill's surprise, chosen a red low-cut bikini in very soft
material. He was suddenly the most dressed one on stage, but Bill guessed
that his young son had something planned. His face showed every sign of
that.

"I went so hard when changing close to the other guys," Colin told Bill
afterwards. "But two of the others sported boners too."

Colin did what he could to look decent. The bikini was very tight, and his
only possibility was to put his stiff cock to one side. When he walked,
everybody could see that he had an erection. The bikini was so low-cut that
his shaven pubic bone was visible, and at the back his nice round upper
buttocks were on full display. "A good choice, a very good choice," Reynard
whispered to himself.

The now very confident Colin walked the catwalk with a wise smile, and when
he stopped in front of the three men, he hesitated in a cute way. Then he
turned around and very slowly stripped off his bikini. There were some
muttering around.

Before turning back to face the panel, Colin managed to catch his underwear
without bending too low. He held the red bikini in front of his dick and
balls with one hand, very charming and not really provocative. You could
see the root of his small dick, but he covered his erection very
nicely. When returning to the table he gave his underwear to Miss Johnson
before, with his one hand covering his erection, he went behind the screen
to change. "Wish I could have seen my favourite boy's performance," Colin
thought, while struggling to get the tight black jeans on his now quite
sweat body.

"Thank you, young gentlemen. Very nice job all of you." Mr Marc stood
up. "Miss Johnson will take you to drinks and some light food in the
bar. Please keep your numbers guys. We will call you back in about half an
hour."

Colin got a tight hug from Bill, and Reynard kissed him on both
cheeks. "Tres bon, mon cher. Tres bon." Reynard was excited. Colin was just
thirsty, but he was excited too. Bill stayed very calm. He was very happy
that Colin had not overdone things.

***


"We have decided to continue the process with two of you guys," Mr Marc had
a paper in his hand when he arrived in the bar with Mr Beroni and Mr
Sieger. "We want to go on with Number Six, Donno," he made an artistic
pause, "and Number Five, Colin." There was a cautious applause before the
four losing guys went up to the pair and congratulated them.

"We want to speak with the two boys' managers now, and the photographers
are waiting for you two," he said as he looked at Colin and Donno. "They
have half an hour with you for some personal pictures. We want to see how
you take instructions and then we will invite you back to an interview with
Mr Sieger and Mr Beroni in the evening the day after tomorrow."

The photographers had re-arranged the lightening so they could work at both
end of the catwalk. "I would like to go on with you in the red bikini,"
Seigio said.

"Are you always stiff like that?" Donno asked Colin when they changed.

"Yes, I am," was Colin's straight answer. "And you?" He looked at the boy's
long and very thin cock, which was still flaccid."

"I need girls around," the boy was very serious reply.

"Then we'd better call for Miss Johnson, eh?" Colin grinned.

"Come on, guys. We need to work." Don was in a hurry.

"You just act as you like, Colin. Give me all the different positions you
can think of." Seigio smiled at Colin and shot dozens and dozens of
pictures without giving instructions. "Try to cover up your hard one a
little. I don't think we can sell the underwear advertised by a model with
an obvious erection." Sergio smiled at him again. "Don told me you are in a
special situation tonight so we won't bother too much."

"Maybe you can put my cock where you want it, Signore." Colin put his
wide-open eyes on the very hairy Italian man, who was a bit younger than
Don, probably in his late forties. "Please call me just Seigio,
bambino. I'll help you!" The man put his hand down inside Colin's underwear
and let it stay much longer than necessary.

"Can't we take the pictures nude instead?" Colin whispered.

"Buono, molto buono." Sergio undressed Colin and turned him around to focus
on his buttocks. "Please bend over a little." Sergio's camera was very
close to Colin's arsecrack. When Colin turned around he did not cover up
his stiff and dripping cock. With one finger he caught a drop of pre-cum
and then put his finger in his mouth. The photographer adjusted his own
stiff cock again and again.

"You want me to suck you, Sergio?" Colin was close to the dark tanned man,
who unzipped his shorts before he even answered. Colin grabbed the man's
dark 8 inch (20 cm) long but quite thin cock, and took it into his mouth
and then down his throat. It took Colin two minutes to get this man to
spunk again and again and again into his mouth. "He must have been horny
for the last hour, and I have been for 48 hours," Colin thought. Then he
turned and saw from the side that Don was rimming the very erect Donno. "I
can't see any girls around," Colin whispered with a grin when he passed the
other boy. "And the two guys got their bonus." Colin nodded at the two
photographers. Don had his face drenched in the young lad's spunk.


"You were great, Colin." Colin met Pierre on his way to their suite.

"How do you know?" Colin asked.

"I watched the show through the security cameras. The security boys helped
me." Pierre blushed.

"I guess you paid them well," Colin grinned back.

***


Bill heard a scream from the shower when they were back in their suite. "A
cold shower, I guess," Bill smiled.

"You have to use some ice on me Daddy and cage me or I will cum just lying
beside you tonight. And how can you even think of me being small and
flaccid for the opening of the show when you all have done to make me super
horny for 48 hours?" The young naked Colin stood with his hair dripping
wet, like a small kid waiting to be dried.

 "That's Pierre's job." Bill grinned before he asked room service for ice
cubes.



To be continued