Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2020 21:00:44 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 6 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 6 (Professor Thomsen) Colin was enjoying his afternoon jog. He had eaten a small lunch and was happy that his afternoon class had been postponed. He had decided to take the long track today. Fifty minutes through the park, then jogging beside the river, and then up the hill covered with trees to the old ruin on the top. Colin usually took a small break to enjoy the view from there when the weather was good. "You might find this a good place for cruising," Kenny had commented one day. "We used to bring girls up here in the summer," he had added with a big grin. Colin couldn't believe that the city guys had taken girls all the way into the forest for fun, but Kenny always had good stories. It was not only the weather that made Colin happy today. He was very satisfied with the way his morning meeting with Professor Thomsen had gone. Colin had been involved in some serious discussions with the Danish guest professor, and the man had given him credit for his arguments. Not a big deal, but the professor had in Colin's eyes been too lenient with the Nordic terminology. "You cannot talk about Norway and Denmark as nations during the first of the Viking landings in Scotland and England," he had proclaimed. Coming out of the forest, Colin chose the back track to the ruins. The steeper path there would give extra training for his lower legs. The path ended at some stone steps leading to a sort of circular wall. Inside was an area sheltered from its surroundings. Staying there you would not be seen, but you could still watch the traffic on the main path. Colin spotted a man sun-tanning on the warm stones on the other side of the sheltered area. As far as Colin could see, he was naked. It was not the first time Colin had seen people in the sun up here. He had done it too but the weather was not normally convenient for sun-tanning, with or without clothes, in this part of the country. "Damn!" Colin said to himself. It was his professor; the Danish professor he just had thought about. Rumours said that he was a nudist, so Colin wasn't totally surprised, but what a coincidence. Colin blushed. He admitted to himself that the naked body in front of him was really manly. But he felt like an intruder, a voyeur. The professor hadn't seen him. Colin took the steps downhill, jogged around the ruins to the main entrance, and entered the area from the path where he could be seen. Now he waved to the man who now was properly dressed in blue running shorts. "Nice to see you out here, sir. How did you know this place?" Colin was breathing heavily. "Nice weather!" Colin suddenly felt stupid and in lack of words. "Mr Wilkie showed me the area when I was here in the spring. I met you at Thor Olsen's farewell party - remember?" The man with a close cut, almost ginger-coloured goatee smiled at his young student, who blushed slightly in response. "Honestly I was looking for you, Colin. I noticed you here last week, but you didn't see me. I had hoped since the weather was fineÉ" "But why were you looking for me, sir? I feel ashamed of my opposition to your points this morning. I was very bossy, sir. Sorry!" Colin looked at the ground. "Not at all, Colin dear. You were correct, and you are the expert on these matters. Please sit down. Get yourself some water." The man handed Colin a bottle and placed a hand on the youngster's naked shoulder. "I hope we can continue our discussion on Monday." "Thank you, sir. I am very happy with the way you teach; always asking for thoughts and objections. Keeps one awake, sir." Colin was happy for the water. "Thor was more straightforward, more direct, I guess?" The professor let his hand rub Colin's shoulder. The lad did not comment. "Did I scare you, lying naked over there? You turned away. I was afraid you'd left. I'm happy that you returned by a different route." He placed an arm around Colin's shoulder. "Takes more than a naked man to scare me, sir. It was a hot sight!" Colin could have bitten his tongue off. Professor Thomsen just grinned. "Didn't Mr Wilkie tell you that I'm a naturist? There are many of us in Denmark, you see." "Western Scotland is not the best area for naturism. Easy to freeze your nuts off here!" Colin looked at his new professor, trying to establish what he tolerated from one of his own students. "According to Thor, you two played naked in the snow up in Norway," the man continued. "And I would think that was quite cold!" "Well, we had just come from a hot sauna. It's different when you have the western winds blowing in from the Atlantic!" Colin let the man pull him close. "You are wet with sweat, Colin. Don't get cold! Hurry home now. I'll take another half an hour more. Maybe we could jog together out here one day," the man said. "And stay naked!" Colin thought, adjusting his stiffening boner. The tall, well-built Professor Thomsen hugged his much smaller student and sent him on his way. *** The narrow apartment was turned into a dark grotto encircled with artificial vines and other green climbing plants. One wall was partly covered by the new huge TV-set rented by Kenny. Colin's fellow student from last year, the effeminate Roland, was in charge of decorations. Roland was one of the first guys Colin had met when he arrived at the university. The 21 year old youngster was a real `queen', but also a good swimmer. When it came to themed parties and shows, he was a born artist. The `Jungle' theme had been perfect for him. "Kenny is bringing beer and I have ordered some jungle kebabs from town," Colin said. "What else do we need, Roland?" "I'll make a jungle punch, very strong. Just some rum and a lot of spices, ice cubes and fireworks Ð a very heavy combination! We need a lot of snacks as well." Roland was giggling. He wiggled his round butt as he made adjustments to the decor. "Who is coming tonight?" "I'm not quite sure. All the mates from the upper floor last year are invited, but you know it's Friday night and no girls are invited. I guess some will party elsewhere. Mason is coming and I guess Logan will be here too. They do some sport together now, I've heard." Colin tried to hang up some ropes. "Logan is `out' now, isn't he?" Roland was standing on the top of the desk. "And Mason fights for the chicks? But he has really helped Logan by stopping some light bullying." Colin nodded. "The twins will be here, you know Gordon and Gregor? They have rented an apartment above us on the third floor this year. Our guests tonight can change there." Colin finished and threw himself down on the old leather sofa Kenny's father had brought the other day. "I have asked Mr Wilkie to look into the party too. I guess he will like jungle-boys! What will you wear tonight, my prince?" Colin pulled Roland down beside him. "Maybe you'll be naked with just some glitterÉ" "How did you know, dirty boy? I'd love to see Tarzan himself. That must be Kenny, eh?" Roland had his naked legs across Colin's lap and put an arm around his neck. He licked his lips and winked his made-up eyes. Colin had to kiss him, and give Roland his tongue. His cock struggled inside the cock-cage he had put on after his shower. "Thank you for the job you have done, honey. It's perfect!" Colin caressed the warm body beside him. The silk-like pink singlet covered a slim and completely smooth body. Colin had a hand on Roland's bulge. The submissive lad had a dick Colin had envied many times, an 18 cm (7 inch) slim spear with a proud helmet on the top. Now the dick grew rapidly under Colin's searching hands. "Anybody home? Give me a hand with the beer and stop fucking. I don't want another parking ticket!" A broad smile came from Kenny who had almost torn down the door. "48 bottles. Is that okay, Kiddo? We have ten in the fridge, haven't we?" Roland adjusted his hard-on, and Colin tried to organise the steel-cage that filled his sports shorts. They hurried out onto the pavement and helped Kenny with the crates of beer. Still an hour until the guests were expected. Kenny and Colin lay side by side inside the `grotto', Kenny in sweat boxers and Colin for the occasion in sports shorts. "Are you going to wear that stupid cock-cage tonight too, Kiddo? Time to stop that game, isn't it? What do you want to prove?" Kenny scratched his balls. Colin did not answer. "So you will not allow me to fuck you tonight then?" Kenny put a hand down inside his boxers. "Tarzan fucks Jane, doesn't he?" "I will not be Jane. I'll be Tarzan's son!" Colin placed a hand on Kenny's bigger hand that without shyness was wanking the huge weapon. "No chicks tonight then, and my girlfriend didn't even offer me a blowjob!" Kenny snarled. "She was envious, she said!" "You know I hate to see you suffer, Buddy. Let me!" Colin grinned, pulled down Kenny's boxers and found his friend's wet cockhead. "I have the key, you know!" Kenny had problems talking when Colin let the huge cock fill his mouth. Colin changed position. "Keep it for later. Maybe we can do a show, if the lads are getting too relaxed." Colin had problems speaking. Like many times before, but for the first time caged, Colin sucked his room-mate to a quick orgasm. He played with Kenny's big balls, tugged his ball sack and rolled the stones inside. ÊColin squeezed the balls and used his tongue on the rear side of the cock all the way from the root up to the sensitive string that split the two parts of his cockhead. A careful touch by his teeth made the macho guy whimper like a girl and when Colin used tight lips around the top of the circumcised dick while teasing the piss-slit with his tongue, Kenny's eruption started. "Fuck, damn. CrazyÉoh.. you are crazy, KiddoÉ fuck.. fuck." Kenny was lifting his hips from the mattress. Spurt after spurt of thick, white boy-cream hit the back of Colin's mouth. This time the load was too big to swallow, so some of the jizz dripped from Colin's mouth down to Kenny's trimmed black pubic hair. The howling from the Tarzan filled the jungle. "I love you, Kiddo. You're the best sucker around! I'm sorry you are not a girl." Kenny grinned. He collected the spunk from his pubes and let Colin lick his fingers. "Drop that love talk, Kenny. Save that for your chicks. I'm happy to be your fuck-buddy! Every man should have one. I do like that Greek habit." Colin licked some clear drops coming from the still super-erection. "But you are too salty today, buddy. You'd better take a shower, eh? Roland will soon be back with his special drink and we have to get dressed." "You need some cleaning up yourself, Kiddo. Looks as if you have pissed yourself." Kenny stripped off Colin's shorts, knowing that his mate leaked lots of pre-cum when horny. The red-hot prick tried to grow inside the steel barrier. "Come with me, baby. We'll dive in the shower together, okay?" "I'll fetch your one piece of clothing, easy to wear. Anton lent it to me. But Tarzan needs some tanning and Roland has some brown cream for you." Colin followed Kenny to the bathroom. Washed and dried, Kenny was standing like a statue with a beer. Roland was creaming up his body and Colin tried to arrange the leopard-pattern loincloth around Kenny's naked body. The problem was Kenny's 26 cm (10 inch) erection. "You have to cool down, mate, or you'll just have to stay naked. Your choice! Not possible to cover up that hard-on!" Colin grinned. "Stop you two, or I'll have to fuck you two to get some relief!" Kenny opened another beer. "A threat or a promise, Tarzan? You just relax, eh?" Colin pushed Kenny down on the sofa. From the sides, Kenny's hot body looked naked. The front and the back were just partly covered, and he had of course no underwear. Colin went to the bathroom and found the tiny leopard-skin pouch that was his outfit for the night. He had decided to keep the cock-cage underneath and the result was an inviting tent. Around his neck, he had a fake-fur collar and he had bracelets of the same material around his wrists and ankles. Roland went upstairs to do his change and both Tarzan and his son whistled when `Jane' arrived in a sexy girlish steward uniform. The shorts were cut so the beauty's lower buttocks were visible when he bowed. He looked very androgynous but not vulgar. Tarzan kissed his `Jane' and placed him on his lap. *** The party had so far been a success. The twins Mason and Logan dressed as monkeys called Adam and Eve, or Adam and Evan as Kenny liked to call them, had taken charge of dispensing the drinks, the food and a large quantity of beer. The entertainment had mostly been on screen. Tarzans from Johnny Weissmuller to Alexander SkarsgŒrd had been jumping in the jungle. And when Bo Derek showed up as Jane, Roland was helped by Kenny. The submissive Roland stripped while pretending to serve Tarzan under the loincloth. Well, not only pretending; Jane sucked her Tarzan with great skill. Colin was happy with his friends. He had really relaxed, but he was surprised by the end of the show where Mason had cross-cut some dirty gay porn with a movie called `Jungle'. "That's reality from our flat Kiddo, isn't it?" Kenny shouted. "He's too small for me, Kenny! Show us the real thing!" Colin knew Kenny would take up the challenge. In front of the screen he stripped his only piece of clothing. Half-hard he showed off his great body in a dance that was far from erotic. "I think we have new guests outside!" Roland had been looking outside from behind the curtain. "Mr Wilkie, andÉwow!" He giggled like a real princess. "The real black guys are here too!" Kenny managed to get the loincloth back around his hips before the three new guests entered the already well-filled apartment. Colin welcomed them and presented Isaac and Joseph to everyone at the party. The two were dressed in baggy football gear like the day before. "We have some more of the jungle drink Roland, haven't we? Please find some clean glasses!" Colin pulled the three inside. "I thought I must bring some real jungle-guys!" Mr Willkie was excited. "Is there jungle in the Gambia, by the way?" He grinned and looked at the black students. "A lot of thick jungle, and maybe a Tarzan too." Isaac found Kenny's arm. The Scottish lad was taller than the two Africans, but beside the two very slim guys Kenny looked rather bulky. He had consumed more than his share of beer and was soon taking over the host-role from Colin. "We had just started the dancing and stripping!" Kenny proclaimed. "Colin told me you are into swimming. You are too well dressed tonight! Let's get some hot music, Mason." Kenny started his dance before the guests had finished their drinks. All the jungle guests clapped and sang. "Strip, Kenny!" Mason shouted. "Show them the real Scottish national costume!" Kenny was easy to ask in his state of party mood. Very soon the loincloth came off again. "Cool, Kenny! A very promising baptism for our new flat! Please join him, guys!" Colin almost pushed the Africans forward and turned up the volume. The old sandstone building trembled. The two Gambians looked at Mr Wilkie, a bit uncertain. Dave Wilkie just nodded. "Go ahead, guys. What happens here, stays here. Right, Colin?" Mr Wilkie put a hand on Colin's naked buttocks. "That's true, sir!" Colin went up to Kenny and danced beside him. "Look at this naughty boy. Kiddo is imprisoned, poor guy!" Kenny pulled down Colin's tiny pouch and the lad went on dancing, wearing only the steel cock cage. The drinks and the suggestive music turned the last visitors into action. The shirts came off to intense cheering from the others, and minutes later the two simultaneously pulled down their shorts. Today they had been wise to add some underwear, and not just any kind of underwear. They were dressed in tight, small sport-jocks branded JustColin. The naked black globes were dramatically lifted by the white ribbons. Booing and whistling met the strippers. "Come on guys, all of you!" Colin went in action, and soon both monkeys and people from the Garden of Eden joined the jungle-guys. Kenny was the only complete naked guy at the party, and he stayed naked for the rest of the evening, most of the time with Jane/Roland sitting on his lap. Mr Wilkie offered Colin some comfort and soon the music changed to a more romantic mood. Colin was not quite sure what happened, but Isaac and Joseph left hand in hand for the campus, and the monkey-dressed brothers headed upstairs to their own apartment. "Let's find some clothes, Kenny!" Roland said. "I have mine upstairs." Colin smiled when he saw Kenny, naked and half-hard, hand in hand with Jane, the princess, leaving for the flat above. "What happened to Mason and Logan?" Colin looked at Mr Wilkie. "They went to the bathroom a while ago, but I haven't seen them return." "They are using the sofa. Strange couple. Mason pretends to be very straight and macho. New girls around all the time. And Logan has told friends he's gay, I think." Mr Wilkie still had his arms around Colin. "The two shared a room last year, real buddies. What happens inside a campus room, and what happens outside, are two different worlds, Dave!" Colin kissed his friend and swim instructor. "You know all about that, don't you darling?" Dave met Colin's kiss. "Please let me give you a blow-job, Dave." You have just been watching all night, and your cock is both hard and dripping. "It's not right, love. You are locked up. I haven't asked why. Your own business, I guess." Mr Willkie showed every sign of acceptance when Colin pulled down his shorts and jock in one movement. The 20 cm (8 inch) rock-hard cock with a wet plum-head was ready for service. "Yes, yes, yes, Mason. Deeper, deeper!" They heard a sore voice from the other room, followed by the sounds of a dual orgasm. Colin grinned. "I think they still are buddies!" The trained sucker opened his mouth for Dave, bent his head backwards and gave the grown-up man permission to throat-fuck him. Colin tried to relax, and not vomit, because throat-fucking wasn't his favourite sexual activity. Mr Wilkie had waited a long time for this and was very tough. After a while Colin managed to take back command and sucked and licked the man until he begged him to take it easy. But the youngster, stressed by a painful cock, and waiting for the man with the key, went on until the man again took hold of Colin's head and forced the cock down his throat. Colin stopped breathing when the man filled his throat and mouth with spunk. He managed to swallow, and he managed to get the plum-head out from his throat. With tears in the eyes, and with mucus, saliva and man-milk dripping from his mouth, he looked at the man with a sort of irritation and pride. "Why so damn tough, sir?" Kenny was standing in front of the bed, still naked. "Next time I'll fuck the brains out of you, okay!" he shouted. "Calm down, buddy. I offered him service, and I like it hard, you know! Where is Roland?" Colin felt a bit ashamed. "He is sleeping between two monkeys upstairs!" Kenny grinned. "And Adam and Evan are still in the Garden of Eden!" Kenny nodded his head to tell that the two mates still were resting on the kitchen sofa. "You want a nightcap, sir?" Kenny's anger was gone. He went to the fridge to fetch another round of beers. "You need a blanket, guys?" Kenny passed Mason and Logan spooning half-naked on the uncomfortable sofa. "We have our clothes upstairs. Think we'll leave for home now. Logan is staying with me until he finds his own place." The rugby guy seemed very protective. Logan just grunted between his mate's hairy arms. "I have to thank you for hospitality too." Mr Willkie finished his beer. "I believe you two will go to your home tomorrow, Colin." "Aye, that's right. We are going to collect my car from the garage. I talked to the boss today, and the job is finished," Colin answered. "And Colin removed the stitches from my forehead today. You should have been a nurse, Kiddo, with your comforting hands." Kenny grinned. He made some very understandable movements along his half-hard dick. Mr Wilkie swallowed and hurried out of the room. "We'll return the ropes and everything we borrowed tomorrow, Dave. Thank you." Colin went up to the man and hugged him tight. "We start formal training on Thursday at 5pm. I'll introduce you to the A-team," Mr Wilkie whispered. "Thank you, sir. I'll do my best to earn my place." Colin waved the man off. "I'm certain he wished to stay." Kenny was lying on the bed with spread legs, playing with his now super hard 26 cm (10 inch) cut beauty. "I understand him. You have teased the man, and all the others too, with your naked body all evening. You're a stallion, Kenny. A damn hot stallion!" Colin dimmed the light to almost nothing. The music was soft. "Please dance for me, Kiddo. Strip for me, be my baby. I'm so damn horny." Kenny pointed at a hook on the wall. The key to Colin's chastity belt was there. "Didn't Jane give you any pleasure, Tarzan?" Colin was opening the strings that kept the small thong in place. "You know Roland. He's an eminent sucker, the best next to you Kiddo, but he looks so frail. I'm afraid to hurt his pussy. And I hopedÉ" Kenny pointed at the wall again. "Emergency!" Kenny said. "I want all of you for the rest of the night! And the rest of the year. No more restrictions in this apartment." Kenny wanked slowly while Colin removed his tiny jungle decoration. Then he took the key and walked up to his buddy who unlocked the cock ring and steel cage with huge trembling hands. The small cock, which had been swollen inside the steel cage for the whole day, grew like a wet and glistening rose. "Let me taste you, honey!" Kenny took Colin's dick inside his strong lips. The lad who hated to lick his girlfriend gave Colin all the service he had longed for. Minutes later Colin climbed onto the waiting body. Kenny greased up his spear and gave Colin three oily fingers inside his boy-cunt. Colin was ready to ride his stallion. The smell of beer and party was added to with the three portions of spunk during the next hour. Kenny, the normal fast fucker, managed well after Roland's blowjob just an hour earlier. He brought Colin to an early hands-free orgasm after just a few minutes, and after turning his fuck-buddy around he took him `missionary' as he liked to say, while using a hand on Colin's cock. Kenny ended the party with a roar that could have been heard out in the street if it hadn't been for the storm building up. The guy Colin trusted above all withdrew in a hurry and pointed his weapon at Colin's open mouth. Colin received his white nightcap and swallowed every drop. Then he curled up beside the stallion, very happy for the double bed. To be continued.