Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2016 10:35:47 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 42

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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 42


Colin was lying on the king-size bed with his arms and legs spread,
silently looking up at the ceiling. Bill had been relaxing too. Now he went
over to the bed and sat very close to the young man, putting one hand on
his forehead. "Exhausted, baby?" Bill asked in little more than a whisper.

"No Daddy, but in a way my body is dead just now. My legs are sore and the
bed feels like the sea. I am floating." Colin smiled. "I've had fun here in
London but I'm looking forward to going home tomorrow. I miss home, you
know." Colin put his deep brown eyes on his daddy. "I miss lying in bed on
a Sunday morning, listening to you in the kitchen and enjoying the rising
smell of grilled bacon and toasted bread," Colin continued.

"And then running like crazy to the bathroom and spraying all over when you
finally decide you can't keep it in any longer." Bill grinned. Colin looked
at Bill again with his wet eyes and his romantic long eyelashes. Bill
touched his forehead again.

"And in a way I miss Uni too. I thought about Kenny last night. Strange to
think of him when I've been among such very different people. I thought of
Kenny roaming around in nothing but baggy shorts, scratching his balls, and
coming to my bed during the night just because he wants to lie beside a
warm body. He's the most uncomplicated person I know." Colin was thinking
of getting back to his ordinary life.

"Good for the kid to stay down to earth. I'd hate to see him getting too
involved with the money-making side of sex," Bill thought. "But he still
has an important interview left this evening. And after that the party in
Reynard's suite."

"I miss the swimming," Colin said as he sat up. "There's no pool here, but
could we, just the two of us, spend an hour in the gym, and maybe ten
minutes in the sauna? I saw the great room in the basement. You could do
with some exercise yourself, Daddy." Colin squeezed Bill's belly muscles."

The two had a great time in the gym. Colin was happy to have Bill there,
close to him. He was impressed when Bill took off his t-shirt and showed
off his trim body. "You look like an athlete, Dad. Have you seen all the
youngsters around looking at you?" Colin was back in a teasing mood.

"That's only because you are so close to me," Bill followed. Colin, for
once dressed in long tight trousers and white tank top, had got some looks
too.

"How are the marks on my back and bum?" Colin asked when they undressed for
the sauna.

"Not too bad, love. The cream applied by Pierre and Kasim has worked, I
think. You still have some heavy marks on your buttocks but they will fade
soon." Bill caressed Colin's bum.

"And my balls are all red," Colin said as he inspected himself.

"And completely empty?" Bill grinned.

"You'll see tonight," Colin grinned back and went into the warm sauna.

***


"Good luck, son." Bill gave his young man a high five on his way to his
meeting with the fashion model group. "You'll charm them to death."

Colin was very determined when he took the lift down to the conference
room. He wanted to show a professional attitude, but he also wanted to
appear as very young and with a very fresh style. Instead of more formal
dressing he had chosen sports gear : super-tight, black sports trousers,
with a very tight golden top, a top that matched his newly-bought trainers.

The three men stood up when Colin arrived and greeted him with a handshake
and then sat down at a very formal conference table.

"You are very smartly dressed today Colin, as you were for the
audition. Have you styled yourself or do you have any help?" Mr Sieger
started the small talk.

"I only had some help with my hair. I went to the gym today so my hair was
a mess," Colin replied, looking directly into Mr Sieger's eyes.

"Can you walk around a little so we can take a closer look at how you
move?" Mr Marc requested.

Colin felt a bit stupid, but he walked up and like he did at the audition,
and then stopped in front of the men with his hands on the hips. He knew
his bulge was very visible in the tight trousers, and felt his cock
stiffening as the men gazed at him. "Guess this is what you want to see,"
the hot young man thought. He noticed that the German editor swallowed and
adjusted his own bulge.

"Thank you, Colin. Very good. Please sit down and let us hear what you have
to tell us." Mr Marc pointed him to a chair just opposite. "We have two
very simple questions, easy questions, but probably not so easy to
answer. First � who is Colin? And second � why do you think we should
choose you as our model for this new brand? We have received your CV from
your manager, but we would like to hear about you in your own words. Please
just speak freely. We will ask questions if we want to know more about any
particular aspect."

Colin thought that Mr Marc didn't sound natural. It was as if he just
memorised a text and wasn't too enthusiastic about it. Colin was determined
to do better. "I am as you know a first year student at a university in
Glasgow studying English and Linguistics. One of the main topics last
semester was the connection between the Old-Norse language brought here by
settlers in the Viking age, and modern Scottish and English."

Colin noticed that both Mr Marc and Mr Sieger concentrated on their papers.
However Mr Beroni leaned forward. "Really interesting subject, young
man. You have studied Latin?"

"I'm sorry, not really. Just one year in high school. I wish I'd done more
now. Latin is of course a must when you look at connections between
European languages." Colin looked at the grey-haired man who suddenly was
extremely enthusiastic.

"Indeed, I think..." The interview was about to be an academic discussion
between the Italian and the student. Mr Marc coughed and looked at Mr
Beroni as if to say, 'Move on.'

"Just a minute, gentlemen. I want to show Colin something. Come over here
please, young man," the Italian said. He unfolded a map on the table. Colin
went around the table and stood very close to Mr Beroni. The man was
pointing on the map, a map of Milan. "Here you see La Scala, the famous
opera house. Here are the big malls where the fashion events normally take
place, but here," he pointed excitedly at the map, "is the linguistic
Institute where I am chairman of the board. So if you are to do fashion
shows in Milan, I hope you will combine it with some Latin studies."

While talking, Mr Beroni used his free hand to pull Colin closer. Colin
felt the man's hand cup his buttocks, then slide inside his top, gently
rubbing his lower back. When Colin then felt the hand tugging the waistband
of his trousers, he knew what the old businessman and academic wanted. He
spread his legs and gave the man better access.

"He had his hand in my arse crack when talking," Colin told Bill
afterwards.

Colin adjusted his trousers when he walked back to his chair.

"Tell us about your private life and what you like to do in your free
time. What are your interests?" Mr Marc brought Colin back to the
interview. Colin had no problem talking about himself.

When talking about friends Mr Sieger suddenly asked, "Do you have a
girlfriend, Colin? That will be a question our readers will ask."

"No, I have no girlfriend," Colin answered, for the first time a bit
red-faced. "And I've never had a real girlfriend. When it comes to girls,
I'm very innocent you see." Colin smiled at Mr Sieger who swallowed again.

"What did they ask about our relationship?" Bill asked later.

"I didn't tell them everything but I told the truth. I said that I had no
parents and that I lived with you as my guardian. That's true, isn't it?"
Colin answered.

"Before the last part of the interview, I think we should take a short
break, gentlemen," Mr Sieger said. Then he added in a lower voice, "I need
to visit the toilet. I assume there is one nearby."

"We'll take fifteen minutes then. I'll arrange some more drinks," Mr Marc
said as he stood up.

"I can show you the toilet, sir."  Colin was beside Mr Sieger. "It's not
far from the lift."

The toilet was very elegant. Mr Sieger stepped up to one of the white
urinals. Colin hesitated. He could have chosen one of the empty cubicles,
but on the other hand he was curious about this German man who could become
a sort of boss. He went to the urinal next to the man, lowered his trousers
and pulled down his red thong. Colin's top was very high cut so he was
virtually naked.

The urinals were separated by barriers making it difficult to see
much. Colin took a small step backwards and pulled his foreskin back from
his semi-hard cock before he started to piss. Mr Sieger swallowed and
looked a bit stressed. Suddenly he changed position, allowing Colin to see
his actions. Colin just smiled when he saw the man with the heavy erection
tugging his long cock without being able to piss.

"I need help, Colin. Will you suck me boy?" Mr Sieger nodded at the door to
the nearest cubicle.

"I'm not a whore sir," Colin said. "And what will..."

Mr Sieger stopped him. "I know, Colin. Of course I know that, but I've
wanted you since you stepped on to the stage for the first time. Please
just suck me off." Colin was stiff as ever beside him, and without really
know what he was doing, he was wanking very openly in front of the
man. "Please Colin," the magazine editor begged as he walked to the cubicle
door.

Colin followed, still with his trousers down, and locked the door behind
him. He kneeled before the man and played with his long cock. "Must be
almost 10 inches (25 cm)," Colin thought. "It's very hard and looks like
timber, dark and veiny." He used his tongue on the naked glans. Then he
started to suck him, while at the same time wanking the cock roughly and
tugging at the man's balls. My Sieger placed his hands around Colin's head
and mouth-fucked him like crazy.

"I'll spunk soon," the man cried. "You are a dream boy, a dream. Such a
beautiful face." Colin pulled back and closed his mouth. Colin received Mr
Sieger's rather small load over his face before the man used his own hand
to catch the last drops.

"You better clean me, sir." Colin was very clear. "Lick my face, please."
Mr Sieger licked his own spunk from the boy's face. He even swallowed what
he had in his hand.

"Now eat my load," Colin said as he climbed onto the toilet seat. He pulled
the confused man close to his own crotch and mouth-fucked him, again quite
roughly. Colin had been close to cumming for some time so it just took him
seconds to send his white cream into the waiting man's mouth. He did not
spill a drop.

"Please don't tell anybody, Colin. Please can we keep this just between the
two of us? The others will believe I chose you because of sex if they find
out," the German begged.

"Okay with me, sir." Colin smiled. "And I wish I had a cock like you."
Colin was impressed that the man was still fully erect. His thin,
fully-shaved body was sexier than he had expected. And his formal trousers
were still down on the floor. Mr Sieger stood as if paralysed. "Don't you
think we need to shape up sir, and return to the others?" Colin was
suddenly the organiser.


"You want some water?" Mr Marc looked at his colleague and then at the
smiling candidate. Colin accepted a glass of water and the interview
resumed.  "Let us go the other main question," Mr Marc
said. "Modelling. And I'll repeat what I said earlier � why do you think
we should choose you as a model for this new brand?"

"And what was your answer to that?" Bill was curious.

"I said I was the most sexy guy around. And I said I was a super fucker,"
Colin grinned. "Seriously Daddy, I didn't say very much. I tried to tell
them that I Iove performing, that I like to be in front of people, and that
my young look probably suits the age of the potential buyers."

"Try to look ahead, young man. How do you see yourself in five years?  What
do you think you will be doing then?" Mr Beroni placed his last question.

"I think I'll have finished my Master degree and have my first job as a
teacher. I'd like to think I'll be an assistant to a professor and have
started planning my Ph.D. I will still live in the same small Scottish town
and, I hope, still in the house with my former guardian. He's my best
friend." Colin's interview finished with these statements.

"Thank you, Colin You will get the decision from us just after New Year. I
hope you will have a nice celebration." Mr Marc gave the bowing Colin his
hand.

Mr Sieger did the same, and he responded to Colin's light smile with a very
tight hand.

Mr Beroni came up to Colin, placed his hands on the teen's shoulders and
kissed him on both cheeks. "I hope to see you again, young man. It's been a
pleasure meeting you."

"Please take a nap with me before we dress for the party." Colin had his
arms around Bill who hugged him tight after hearing about the interview.


***


Bill was as always very proud when he showed off his young partner, who
this evening was dressed in off-white denim jeans and a brown, very
lightweight, leather jacket. Even tonight, almost at the end of December,
Colin was shirtless under his jacket. Bill thought he was very sexy. Colin,
on the other hand, admired Bill in his tight grey Armani suit with an
open-necked pink shirt. They were not invited to a dinner party, but the
guys knew that Mr Reynard appreciated a nice outfit.

Mr Reynard's top floor suite was luxurious, and for the occasion lit with
candles. Mr Reynard welcomed them in a light grey outfit and Pierre, again
in his Roman servant costume, brought champagne with fresh strawberries to
the last arriving guests.  Both Bill and Colin raised their glasses to the
host, and to the other guests, Kasim and Habib, and Don, who proudly said
that he could show them the raw version of `Colin and friend in London.'

"Let us start the evening with your short movie, Don. Please be seated all
of you. Pierre will bring us some canap�s," Reynard said before asking
Colin and Habib to join him on the couch. Bill and Kasim shared another
couch. Don pressed the switches, the light was reduced and a huge screen
was visible on the main wall. Reynard had his arms around the two actors
when the movie started.

"The film was over almost before it started," Colin thought. "Not very hot,
Don," he said. "Why have you cut all the sex?" Colin said, disappointed.

"Ma ch�rie," Reynard pulled Colin very close. "This is just a teaser to
show customers your beautiful body in well-known surroundings. I think it's
great. Sant�, Don." Reynard lifted his glass.

"Let's have some more to drink," Reynard continued and Pierre was there in
seconds with more ice-cold sparkling wine. "Hope you like the original
sparkling wine from my estate, gentlemen. I am not allowed to call it
champagne, but I think the quality is superb!"

"So dear Colin, you want some more sex on screen, eh? Guess you have
brought the full version of the movie as well, Don?" Reynard was excited.

"Not the final version, but not far from it." Don started the video player
again.

Habib laughed when he watched the naked Colin change in the taxi, and he
nearly screamed seeing the back of his own head when he sucked Colin's
stiff cock beside the Ronaldo figure.

"Did you really stay naked in the London Eye?" Kasim asked.

"And you were not supposed to shot your load during that tour, son," Bill
raised his voice.

"It's not me spunking off here, Daddy. It's a stand-in. All real actors use
stand-ins, you know. Ben was very cute, a real shooter," Colin
grinned. "Just like you."

Habib really liked this show. His little cock was stiff and tenting and
Reynard had touched him from time to time.

"Didn't know you were into acting yourself," Reynard looked at Don, when he
made his piss-show appearance in the Tower Bridge toilet.

"Oh, you are so cute," the up-till-now silent Pierre nearly sighed when
Colin and Habib appeared dressed like the Princes in the Tower and then
started to undress.

When the two naked kids went on with their hot love scene in bed, Reynard
had one hand wanking Colin after zipping down his denims. His other hand
was inside Habib's wide robe. And when Habib spunked his huge load in the
movie all over Colin's mouth and face, the young Arab boy was so excited
that he nearly spunked again beside Reynard on the sofa. Reynard had to
taste his dripping pre-cum, but had his hand around his cockhead again
before the movie finished. The boy closed his eyes and tried to stay cool.

"Please stop," Colin whispered into Reynard's ear "or I will shoot onto
your carpet." Looking at Reynard, he also got a glimpse of his daddy and
his stage lover Kasim, both with very visible hard-ons. His daddy even sat
with an open mouth, very excited.

"My first porn!" Colin tried to put his wet and stiff cock back into his
trousers.

"This is not porn," Reynard expressed his opinion. "This is erotic art,
beautiful erotic art. Cheers for the actors, and for the photo artist."
Reynard raised his glass. When the light was back on, both the young actors
went up to Don and both hugged him and kissed him. Colin couldn't help
noticing that the producer himself had a boner that was impossible to hide,
and thought it okay to give the cock a squeeze.

"I have ordered a cold buffet which will brought up for us in about 15
minutes, gentlemen, so please make yourself comfortable." Reynard was red
in his face as he spoke, both from the wine and the movie, and above all
because of the young company on the sofa.

"What has happened to your back, Pierre? You are bleeding." Colin was
behind the young servant heading for the bathroom. He did not answer. "Come
with me." Colin took hold of Pierre's arm and opened the bathroom
door. "Take off your robe!"

Pierre lifted off his Roman slave costume, and was naked except for a white
thong covering his cock cage. "That back of yours is not nice," Colin
said. "Six or seven heavy strokes and one of the stokes has broken your
skin. You are bleeding. Has Reynard done this to you?"

"It was an accident," Pierre replied with wet eyes. "It was not his
intention to hit me like that."

Colin was really pissed off. "This is torture for God's sake, not an
accident. You don't have to excuse your master." Colin used his hands to
comfort his friend.

"And wearing this cock cage all the time. Okay it's not locked I
understand, so you can remove it yourself." Colin went on.

"But Monsieur goes mad when I take it off without asking him!" Pierre
nearly cried.

"I'll take the responsibility. Now I will remove it!" Colin undressed the
young man completely, and let his thin flaccid cock free from the
cage. Even his cock had very clear red marks from the metal pins inside.

Colin saw the cream on the table and asked Pierre to sit down on the
bench. "Tell me what happened," Colin started to put cream on the
strokes. Apart for the one area of broken skin, it was lighter than he
first believed when Pierre undressed.

"Monsieur was very excited when he came back from your show today, but
Kasim was not here to help him. You know his problem, I'm so sorry for
him." Pierre was still his master's loving `slave'.

"He asked me to strip him, then he gave me the big whip and told me to hit
him on his back and buttocks, even his cock. He sat down and took his pills
and then he asked me to use the whip on his balls and cock again. I was so
happy when he got really hard and I�" Pierre sobbed "� started to
suck him."

Colin used both hands on Pierre's back, and put some extra cream on his
wounds. Colin was aroused himself again when he saw that Pierre's long
caged cock started to be stiff, and that the boy leaked his pre-cum in a
long sticky thread from his piss-slit to the floor.

"Monsieur was not happy. He was not able to cum so he took his belt and
started to hit my back. That made him more excited, and me too, but the
cage hurt me, and then when he turned the belt he hit my back with some
small metal part must have broken my skin. The pain was bad and I
screamed. He stopped hitting me immediately." Pierre cleaned his cockhead
with his fingers and tried to lick them, but Colin stopped him and took his
hand.

Using his fingers, Pierre lubricated Colin's lips with his pre-cum before
Colin kissed him deeply again.

"Monsieur has cared for me all evening." Pierre looked at Colin with his
big eyes. "He was so sorry, he said, and he creamed my back and used some
medication to stop the bleeding. He wanted to take me to a doctor but I
said no. I didn't want him to get in trouble."

"You are so good, Pierre. You are too good for this world, but Reynard
still wanted you to keep the cock cage on then." Colin was not calm yet.

"He said, just wait till Colin comes tonight. He will take your cage off
very soon!" Pierre said while grinning. He rose from the bench and showed
off his thin stiff cock, dripping sweet drops of pre-cum. Colin went down
on his knees and took Pierre's cock in his mouth and licked him, then
sucked him hard and direct. He took his hands behind Pierre's buttocks and
nearly swallowed his cock. The normally very submissive boy throat-fucked
his caring friend. As in the past, Colin could not say when Pierre had his
ejaculation; he just started to send his clear liquid into Colin's mouth
and it just went on for a long time.

"Please don't say anything to Monsieur, Colin. I am begging you. He will be
so sorry. I have another costume, and as you see, no bleeding now. " Pierre
was about to dress.

"But no cage tonight Pierre, just the loose thong. Understand?" Colin
winked, and adjusted his own wet cock, then went through to the waiting
table.

The table was superb, and the house bar as well. Colin had as always a huge
appetite, but he drank a bit more champagne than he was used to. He also
let the normally non-drinker Habib get a glass or two, and with a huge
smile he convinced Reynard to give Pierre some glasses too, even if he was
the servant for the evening.

The "old ones" seemed very quiet after the food and the drinks so Colin
thought it was time for some action. After all this was a Pre-New Year
party!  Colin had bought a CD with a special collection of French chansons
last time in Paris, and he had brought it with him to the party. He knew
from last summer that some of Reynard's favourites were in the collection.

Colin was in the middle of the room when the modern soft music changed to a
song in a husky, very special voice. Pierre turned down the lights except
for the spots over Colin.

`Non, Rien de rien' (No, nothing of nothing) 'Non, Je ne regrette rien'
(No, I regret nothing).

Edith Piaf's beautiful song filled the room. The sound was electric, and so
was the face and body of the young actor in front. His lips synchronised
with the French lyrics; you could believe he was the singer. And the acting
was like Edith Piaf's, the singer known as the `sparrow'. He used his hands
in a very special French way, nearly begging.

`Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait' (Not the good things that have been done to me)
'Ni le mal tout �a m'est bien �gal' (Nor the bad things, it's all the
same to me).

Colin raised his hands, bent his head backward, pushed his hips slightly
forward and spread his legs while singing.  Very sensually he pulled off
his jacket, and his naked upper body was shining. The marks from the
whipping were very visible, but not red. He lowered his trousers slowly,
very slowly, turned around and presented his body in the tiniest bikini he
had ever worn.

`Non, Rien de rien. Non, Je ne regrette rien.'

Edith Piaf's intense pronunciation again filled the room. Colin's hands
roamed over his own body. He embraced himself, squeezed his nipples, rubbed
his throat, and ran his fingers through his hair. Colin was not in the
London suite now. He was in his own world.  Bill looked at Reynard who was
staring intensely at the young nearly naked boy in front of
everyone. Reynard's tears ran down his cheeks, and he did nothing to hide
them.  Colin turned around with his hands following his body down to his
hips; then after a moment's hesitation he pulled down his last piece of
clothing and was completely naked. The small audience remained silent.

The singer followed the music, turned back to face with the viewers while
covering his balls and dick with both hands, then just one hand while the
other again found his nipples.

`Balay�s pour toujours' (Swept away for always)
 `Je repars � z�ro' (I start again from zero)

Colin held both arms above his head, closing his eyes and spreading his
legs. His little cock was as stiff as a metal spring, and when he used a
hand to tug his balls and the other to free his glans completely, a clear
drop of pre-cum made a thread from his cockhead to the floor. The light
from above made this very visible.

When the chanson was about to end Colin went down on his knees, bent his
body backwards, resting on his arms. He tried to catch a glance at the guys
looking at him. He could see that his audience was very moved. To his
pleasure he saw that Pierre was kissing and hugging Reynard from behind as
if he was performing too. Colin could also see that both Kasim and his
daddy were struggling with heavy tools, and young Habib, sitting between
them, had his hand down in his trousers.

Edith Piaf raised her husky voice for a finale. Colin was back on his feet
singing.

`'Non, Rien de rien. Non, Je ne regrette rien'.

Very silently he went up to his Daddy and lover. The naked and aroused
young boy climbed up onto his lap and into his waiting arms, hugging the
man he loved above all.

`Car ma vie, car mes joies' (Because my life, my joys) 'Aujourd'hui, �a
commence avec toi' (Today, it begins with you).

Nobody talked, just listened to the chords that ended the strong song and
the hot performance by the local `sparrow'.

"Bravo, mon gar�on." Reynard voice was trembling. "You really are an
artist!"

Colin gave a signal to Pierre who found a new melody for him. Again a very
intense sound filled the room. Everybody knew from the very beginning of
the melody what was coming, and when the singers like they already were
making love, whispered their `Je t'aime� Moi no plus' they guessed that
this part of the Colin show would be even hotter than the first.

The young man moved from his dad's lap. Very carefully he found Habib's
hand, and pulled him into the spotlight. Without protests Habib let Colin
undress him. Fully naked he did not cover up by using his hands. Instead he
put his beautiful body against his young friend's. In the breathy and
suggestive sound `Je t'aime' sung by Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg 45
years ago, the two young bodies melted into one piece of loving beauty.

Colin and Habib kissed deeply and their hands were moving all over their
bodies. Colin went down on his knees and took Habib's circumcised cock deep
inside his mouth. His nose met the boy's trimmed pubic hair and with one
hand he took care of Habib's balls. Habib screamed when Colin used his
teeth. His scream mixed with the hypnotising song `Je t'aime! � `I love
you.'

Colin pulled Habib down on the floor and put himself at top of him, giving
Habib his own stiff cock. The 69 position went from tentative love-making
to a sort of fight. The two turned around and continued in a naked
wrestling match. Suddenly Colin stopped, lay down on his back, raised his
legs and held them. "Lick me Habib, rim me, open me, and then fuck me. Fuck
me with your beautiful cock. Let's show them that you love me, and I love
you Habib. `Je t'aime, Habib, Je t'aime!"

Habib started to lick Colin's hairless balls, then went down to his arse,
pulled his cheeks apart and used his pink tongue all around and then inside
his mate's quite open arsehole. The young Arab spat in his hand, and then
used the spit to lubricate his own naked cockhead. He put his cock close to
Colin's arse and waited. But Colin was in a hurry and sucked Habib's cock
inside in seconds. The young Arab's cock had grown quite a bit in the last
half year, but Colin took his now 6 inch (15 cm) but still thin, cock
without any problems.

"Now fuck me hard Habib, show them. Show them the male you are. My
beautiful brother!" Colin did what he could to encourage the normally very
shy friend of his.

After some minutes of thrusting and heavy fucking, Colin pushed Habib
around and made him stand up like a dog. He spread his legs and started to
rim him. Then he put fingers into the very tight young man. When Colin's
third finger was inside, the boy started to whimper again. Pierre handed
Colin a tube of cream, and he used it to lubricate his hand and his
arsehole. Colin could now finger-fuck Habib with four fingers. The other
hand he used to tug the boy's balls and cock.

"Please stop Colin, I'm cumming. I'll cum soon, I have to, I have to."
Habib dripped pre-cum like he was about to spunk, so Colin stopped the
finger-fuck in his love hole. He wanted him to wait, so Colin just raised
him up and hugged him tight. He whispered something into the young man's
ear.

'Je t'aime, je t'aime Oh oui, je t'aime ! Moi non plus Oh mon amour' (I
love you, I love you, Oh, yes I love you! No longer me Oh, my love..)

The music filled the room when Colin with a huge grin and a small devil's
eyes turned to the men in the sofa. They had been waiting for this
moment. Colin knew that. Both Bill and Kasim had opened their shirts
already and their pubic hair was visible above their opened trousers. Colin
went in front of his daddy and helped him to strip completely. Before he
pulled down Bill's boxers he sniffed and licked the huge bulge. He used his
lips to suck the wet spot in front of his trousers before his used his
teeth to tease him. Then he slowly unveiled the monster he loved so much.

"Yes, suck me, love. Suck me hard!" Bill had waited for this moment. Colin
urgently sought Bill's cock with his mouth and began sucking on the end of
it. But then he very quickly took the cock deep inside his mouth and nearly
swallowed it.

Bill knew that deep-sucking wasn't Colin's favourite, but he took hold of
his head and started to throat-fuck him. Colin gagged a few times until he
got used to having the thick cock in his mouth. He relinquished control for
a moment and just felt joy that he had made his big daddy stud so extremely
horny.

With one hand Colin tugged his dad's balls, with the other hand he checked
on Kasim's cock. It was all ready. Colin found the back of Habib's head and
very gently pressed him down on Kasim's 10 inch (25 cm) spear. Habib took
the signal and from now on the two boys worked simultaneously on their
masters' tools.

From a side view Colin saw that a naked Pierre had nearly undressed his
master and was working on his nipples with a cock whip. He also saw that
Reynard swallowed a handful of pills with a glass of champagne. In just a
few seconds break from sucking Bill's cock, Colin turned his head and gave
Reynard a smile. He felt sorry for the man who displayed the well-trained
body of a youngster, but had a limp cock between his legs.

Colin made a signal to the men to stand up. At the same time he wondered
what had happened to Don. Had he left without saying? In a glimpse Colin
saw some light reflect in a lens inside the almost closed bedroom door.

"So that's why Reynard wanted Don to be here." Suddenly Colin didn't feel
so sorry for his host. "Okay," Colin thought, "let's give him a hell of a
scene."

"Down on your backs on the carpet, guys. We want you side by side showing
off your crazy cocks." Colin placed them quite close to Reynard and
Pierre's couch. Both the men's cocks were throbbing by this stage.

Colin sat down on Bill's chest, and Habib followed on top of Kasim. Colin
put an arm around the young boy and said, "Let's give these stallions a
ride to remember, eh?"

"You better grease up the horse-cocks for us Pierre, and please open me as
well, or my Daddy's spear will split me." Colin handed Pierre the KY
jelly. Then he bent down and kissed his daddy. He all but licked his face
before he pushed his stiff, dripping cock forward.  "Open your mouth and
suck me," he said with a very husky voice. He pressed his groin into Bill's
face.

Pierre prepared the huge cocks well. With his soft hands he wanked them,
and greased them and pulled their cocks free of their foreskin, making them
ready for penetration. The horny men shivered with the treatment. Then
Pierre started on Colin's arsehole, two fingers, three fingers, until
finally he nearly fisted him. With much of Pierre's hand inside his arse
and his cock inside Bill's mouth, Colin was very close to spunking off. He
needed a release now and looked at Reynard who seemed to be about to be
half-hard. He also looked at Habib who was sitting with closed eyes, with
his cock deep inside Kasim's mouth.

Colin changed his position, pushing Bill's cock between his arse cheeks. He
inched closer and pressed Bill's cockhead against his lubricated
hole. Colin looked Bill deep in his eyes when he felt his daddy's cock very
near his entrance. He pushed down and gasped as he was penetrated. Colin
paused for a moment then gave one tremendous push and the whole of Bill's
thick 9.5 inch (24 cm cock) went inside Colin in one thrust.

Colin howled. This was even more intense than Kasim's fucking on
stage. Colin gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he struggled to cope
with the huge cock inside him. He couldn't understand why he felt the pain
so much this time, but it eased quickly and he looked down at Bill. "Yes,
Daddy. Fuck me hard," he said.

Bill started with slow, short thrusts but it wasn't long before he was
fucking his boy hard and fast. "Yeah, that's good. Show them that you own
me. Fuck me hard!" Colin cried. "Squeeze my tits Daddy, make me cum!" Bill
used his fingers and his nails and was soon really abusing Colin's tits.

'Je t'aime, je t'aime, Oh oui je t'aime' 'Tu vas, tu vas et tu viens; Entre
mes reins; Tu vas et tu viens; Entre mes reins Et je te rejoins;' (I go, I
go and I come; Between your back; I go and I come; Between your back; And I
hold back.)

Colin was not able to hold back any more. The boy moaned. He whimpered
occasionally. And then he gasped and cried, "I'm going to cum!" He stood
up, turned to Reynard and Pierre and put two fingers on his struggling
cock. "I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming! take my spunk!" he cried. He spunked
off in a manner Reynard hadn't seen for a long time. The first blast landed
on Reynard's hard stomach, the second landed on his pubic hair, and the
rest splattered over his balls and now quite erect cock.

"I'm cumming too," Habib was close to Colin, but was not able to stop his
hands-free spunking. Reynard and Pierre were drenched in the young Arab's
clear piss-like spunk.

Pierre had been using the cock whip on Reynard's balls and cock, but gave
access for the licking and cleaning boys. Then he sat down beside
Reynard. Colin had his face wet working with Reynard's cock.

"Please give me your hands Colin, and let Bill fuck you from behind. I want
to see what you can do with your son, Bill." Reynard looked at the
man. "And Pierre, hold Habib's arms and let Kasim fuck him. I want to see
my super stallion penetrate his young nephew. I've just heard about it so
far." Reynard was excited both from wine and pills and hoped to get his
first sexual satisfaction for weeks.

Bill and Kasim almost smiled when they saw the two sets of pink puckered
holes ready to take their big cocks again. And neither of them
hesitated. The situation was nearly crazy with the sexy music, the nudity,
the wine, but most of all the very willing youngsters.

"Change?" Kasim looked at Bill.

"Aye, go on!" Bill nodded. He knew that Colin would love Kasim's very hard
spear.

Bill was very careful when he penetrated young Habib, but the already
opened boy took his cock without any problems and the sound from Habib's
mouth, now filled with Pierre's cock, was only lust.

Kasim bottomed Colin with his 10 inch (25 cm) rock hard tool and Colin
immediately did his `dirty trick'; he nearly locked Kasim's cock with his
arse muscles. Kasim was the one that howled. The boy took a break in the
sucking of Reynard and looked back at Kasim. "Make me cum again,
master. Find my love knot and pound it," Colin begged. Kasim never really
knew who was the most active when he fucked this favourite of his.

The men had been on top for a long time and Bill knew he would cum soon. He
found Habib's stiff cock and wanked him while giving the boy some long,
hard stokes. Without a loud whine, Habib sent his new load of spunk into
Bill's cupped hand. The youngster's ejaculation brought Bill to a climax,
and with a roar he sent his man-load deep deep inside Kasim's hot
nephew. Reynard almost grabbed Bill's cum-wet hand and cleaned it with his
mouth. Colin looked at his Daddy with a huge grin.

What happened beside him was too much for the normally long lasting
Kasim. "Sorry lad, I'm cumming inside you now. You make me crazy," Kasim
pumped and pumped. The whole of his body was shaking and covered in sweat,
making his dark brown skin glisten.

"Let me finish you, Colin love!" Reynard suddenly shouted. "Help him Kasim,
I want to have him." Kasim withdrew from Colin and nearly lifted the small
body upon Reynard's lap. With his arms around Reynard, and with Kasim's
spunk dripping from his arsehole, Colin lowered himself down onto Reynard's
quite hard cock and went on riding him like crazy.

'L'amour physique est sans issue, Je vais, je vais et je viens. Entre tes
reins. Je vais et je viens. Et je me retiens Non ! Maintenant viens !'

Carnal love has no escape, I go, I go and I come, Between your loins I go,
I go and I come. And I hold back. No! Now cum!)

The most sensual song ever written ended, and so did the love scene created
by the young men. Colin came hands-free again all over Reynard's body, and
Reynard pumped and pumped inside Colin. The poor man got the ending he had
dreamed about.

"24.45," Colin whispered to Pierre.

"What?" Pierre's head met Colin's.

"The long version of Je t'aime, 24 minutes and 45 seconds. We managed." He
winked to his young French companion.


"I'll follow you very soon, love." The still-naked Bill got another brandy
from Kasim. Habib had nearly fainted beside them on the sofa and Kasim had
helped Pierre to find a bed for Reynard. The party had come to an end.

In a huge white luxurious bathrobe with an embroidered R, and just as sexy
slippers, Colin kissed his daddy and his stage lover good night, and headed
for a bath in their own top suite.

"Daddy had still a hard-on," Colin thought, "and Kasim had a hand on his
upper leg. I just wonder...?" Colin was testing the water temperature in
the bathtub. "Damn, the stopper does not work!" Colin swore. He had looked
forward to a hot bath after these few days of heavy action. He had to call
for room service.

Even late in the evening a huge, very dark-skinned, serviceman entered the
room. He smiled a broad white smile when Colin opened the door. He looked
Colin straight in his eyes. Then he looked down at Colin's open
bathrobe. He swallowed twice.

"You need some help, son?" Colin could not believe that his small cock, for
God knows what time that day, again was hard as a steel spring. "Please
come in," Colin grinned. "Yes, I need some help in the bathroom."



To be continued