Date: Thu, 4 May 2017 13:33:32 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 58 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 in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his older lover and other men. Comments always welcome at colin4men@gmail.com COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES Note : A scene near the beginning of this chapter recreates part of what happened when Bill and Colin first met. Please see `Colin's New Life' in the adult-youth section for the original version. Chapter 58 "Hey Daddy. Good to see you. How are you? Missing me a lot, eh?" Colin grinned at Bill on Skype from his campus room. Bill was about to say how lonely he felt since he had returned home from Italy. He didn't just miss Colin. He felt bored because his friend Bruce was working out of town and had taken his young friend Johnny with him. He wanted to say that Qi was still in Sri Lanka with his family and that Chi had been too busy to visit him, and that he was too unfocused to start writing again. However what Bill said was, "I'm fine, but I miss you of course. I always do." Colin was not sure about the answer, He saw the distant look and the worried wrinkles on Bill's forehead. But Colin went on to tell him about the first three days after his long break - how he had been greeted by Kenny, how wonderful it had been to be back in the classrooms with his mates, how he had been invited to a hot evening by his professor Thor, and how he had been swimming every day, taken care of by Mr Wilkie who was back from his sick-leave. Colin had spoken almost without breathing. "And Daddy, I have to say hello to you from Olav. He's been on Skype every day, telling how he missed me while I did the modelling jobs." Bill was very quiet. He loved to hear that his 'son' was happy and back in his old routine but suddenly he felt a bit useless. The truth was perhaps that he missed the attention he had got from the Italian boys he met in Milan, and how nice it had been to be the `Daddy' of the star model. "I've been asked to promote Just Colin for some of the stores here in Glasgow on Saturday morning, and the Uni rugby team has invited me to their weekend match," Colin went on. "When did you start playing rugby, darling? I didn't think you were the correct size." Bill presented his first well-known grin. "No, I won't be taking part, but you know Kenny is playing. They hope to get some more cash if they put on a sort of show with me. My firm already sponsors the team with new boxers." Colin was full of enthusiasm. "Teen underwear for the bears, eh?" Bill grinned again. "So Daddy I'm not able to come home this weekend. I'm sorry because it's been a long time since we had a weekend all alone." Colin saw that Bill's wrinkle lines were back. *** Some nights later Colin was back on Skype with his daddy, and again they had a long talk about their daily life. "Father John visited me the other night," Bill told Colin. "He was furious because the father of one of the choirboys had accused him of looking at the boys when they were changing and threatened to go to the police." "Looking at the boys changing? You mean having sex with them before and after they changed." Colin grinned. "That's what keeps the boys in the choir, isn't it? Not much other excitement in our small town." Colin was pleased that his daddy seemed much happier than the previous time they chatted. "But I will still miss you this weekend." Bill ended the Skype talk when a naked Kenny was seen on the screen behind Colin, back from his shower. "Hey Bill. Don't worry. I'll take care of Kiddo." The wet naked boy kissed Colin's head as if he was a small kid. "I love Kiddo you know!" He grinned and gave Colin a gentle slap. "Daddy, before we close down. I have a wish. Tomorrow night, just after nine o'clock, will you please drive through Church Street, and please Daddy, no questions." Colin looked very serious. Bill could not but ask why. "Daddy I said, no questions. Can you do that for me? Church Street just after nine?" *** It had been a long day for Bill. He went to the supermarket even though he had no real need. He chatted with his neighbour Linda. Well, he listened to Linda talking for a long time at her gate. He had also started work on two different short stories but there were many discarded papers in the rubbish bin. Just after nine o'clock, as Colin had asked, he drove through the town. It was a silent evening. Not a person outside in the bad weather - cold rain and a strong wind. The windscreen wipers had given him problems with his sight. He drove quite quickly through the Church Street and couldn't see anything special. "Maybe a student joke or something." Bill thought. He was on his way back to the house when he decided to go round one more time. "Colin must have a reason for this request," he told himself. He started down Church Street again, this time very slowly. He spotted something in the bus shelter on the other side of the street. Was there a person sitting there in the rain? A huge coat nearly covered the small body, a hoodie over his head. Bill stopped the car and went over to the shelter when he suddenly remembered that he had done this once before. He hesitated. There was a young boy sitting there. He got a glimpse of a wet face. Bill swallowed. Should he go over and talk to the boy? The boy looked up when he heard the car door slam and saw that the man was walking towards him. "Hi there," said Bill with a smile on his face. "I'm afraid you've missed your bus. Can I give you a lift home?" "No, it's ok," the boy said. "I'll be fine." Bill was now standing in the front of the youngster. He thought the boy was very handsome but he looked sad. Rain dripped from the lad's dark wet hair onto his forehead but Bill saw only two big brown eyes, long eye lashes, dimples in the boy's cheeks and brilliant white teeth. Bill sat down beside the boy before speaking. "I understand you don't want to go off with a stranger, but I can't leave you here alone. You're onlyÉ what, 12 or 13 years old?" "I'm 14!" came the defiant reply. However he soon accepted Bill's suggestion that he spend the night on his sofa. Nothing much was said on the journey. The boy was both wet and cold and he looked very tired. Bill decided to carry him into the house and placed him on the sofa in front of the fire. "Would you like snack or just a hot drink?" he asked. "Could I have a sandwich please? I've not eaten for a while." "Sure," said Bill. "Why don't you have a shower while I get you a couple of blankets for your bed and make your sandwich?" - - - When the boy returned wearing a towel around his waist, Bill couldn't help staring at the teenager's large, dark nipples with the little nubs standing proudly in the centre. "Here are your sandwiches. Would you like some tea or maybe hot chocolate?" A few minutes later, the boy had finished eating. "That was lovely," he said patting his slim stomach. "Still hungry?" asked Bill. "Nope but I would like to give you a blow job." Bill gasped. "Oh Bill, it's no big deal. I like cock and I like you. Let me give you a blow job," pleaded the boy. "Look I'm already hard thinking about it." He stood up and pulled away the towel. Bill gasped again as he stared at the young Adonis. Apart from some dark pubic hairs, the boy was smooth all over. His cock was fully erect and about 4 inches (10 cm) long. His balls were like two large grapes. "Turn around. Let me see your arse," said a husky-voiced Bill. "Okay, but I am only offering a blow job," said the boy as he slowly turned around to show off his perfect bubble butt. "Wow!" said Bill. "I have to fuck you!" Colin burst out laughing. "You forgot your lines! What a terrible actor. But you are a superb lover." Bill moved closer and hugged Colin. "Sorry, son. I can't wait like I did when we first met. I'm going to fuck you now but we can pretend it's like the first time." Bill carried the naked teenager upstairs to the master bedroom where they had fucked nearly every day for the past four years. Colin whispered. "You are still the same stallion as you were then." He moved to take care of Bill's dripping cock and then turned around. "Please make love to me now, Daddy. Do it gentle like you did that first time, but then fuck the brains out of me. We both need that now." "I took you doggy first time, I remember," said Bill. "I'm going to make it tight for you, Daddy. You have to work for my love hole tonight. You can take me dry if you want to. I would like to feel the pain leave and the heat and craziness arrive like that first time." Colin kissed his Daddy full of passion. "And I want to cum and cum again when you fill me up with your warm thick man juice." Bill placed his wet cockhead outside the pink tight entrance. Colin did not open freely so Bill had to use some force. When Bill then broke through Colin's sphincter with his huge cockhead, Colin screamed. He screamed without reservations. Bill pushed slowly, very slowly until he bottomed the boy with his 9.5 inch (24 cm) spear, Colin cried in the pillow in front of him. He loved this man more than anything in the world. "Why did you set up this play, dear?" Colin and Bill were resting very close together after two hours of amazing love-making. The bed was wet and the two actors were sticky. The room smelled of grown-up man, dripping teenager, and lots of cum. "I wanted to show you that you are my only one. There will never be another that I love as much," Colin whispered. "I have never doubted that," Bill answered. "Have you believed anything else?" "I saw your eyes when I left the basement bar in Italy with Sergio," Colin whispered again. "They were filled with loneliness." Bill had wet eyes now. "And I was desperately jealous when I saw you with the sexy Italian," Colin continued. "The one who had previously fucked you, you little devil." Bill hugged him tight. "He told me about your backstage event, you know." "But you have never told me what you did after I left!" Colin tried to look offended. "And you have never told me about your visit to Paradiso," Bill returned. "Maybe we need some sleep first." "Good idea. Kenny will be here for breakfast at nine tomorrow." Colin yawned. "Kenny?" Bill was surprised. "Aye, he will drive us to the Glasgow event and take us to the rugby match afterwards." Colin was close to sleep. "Us?" Bill said. "Aye, you and me, Daddy. You and me! He will drive us home too. And he will stay overnight. He wants you to fuck him again, you know." Colin was in dreamland already. Bill pulled the blanket tight around them. Colin had one hand resting on Bill's warm crotch. "You are still my little boy Colin, yes you are." Bill kissed his forehead and turned out the light. Bill and Colin woke up very early the next morning. They were both excited thinking about the show in their nearest city. Colin rested in Bill's arms, happy to be home in their own bed, in their own house. "Two hours until Kenny arrives," Colin said. He ran his hand all over Bill's hairy chest and smiled, then went all the way down to his belly button. His daddy's muscles were still hard, impressive for a man of nearly sixty. "Tell me about your last night in Milan, Daddy. How was the White Angel or was it the Devil Rino?" Colin touched his dad's warm balls, and felt the huge morning wood grow. "Let me take you back to the basement bar then, back to the stage where you nearly were fucked in front of the wolves, back to the bar where you were fucked in the backroom by the stripping waiter." Bill cupped the boy's dick and balls in his big hand as he spoke. *** (The previous week) Colin saw that his Dad was very occupied with the young waiter who just minutes earlier had fucked him. "Have you already forgotten your appointment with the White Angel?" Colin whispered to his daddy and gave his growing bulge a gentle touch. "I seem to be very popular among the Italians." Bill grinned and gave his son a loving spank on his round butt. Bill felt suddenly a bit lost, seeing his son leaving the bar with the Italian photographer and design artist Sergio. "Why so serious, signore?" The waiter put his hand on Bill's shoulder. "Sergio is a very nice guy, okay, very hot too. The young man will be taken care of. He is your son, isn't he?" The beautiful dark-haired waiter with the small loincloth as his only piece of clothing let his hand follow Bill's spine, stopping his movement where the back of the man turned into his arsecrack. Bill's tight shirt and his black trousers hid nothing. "He's my lover." Bill closed his eyes. His voice was husky. "Please continue." Bill's nostrils opened. He sniffed a young horny man. He smelled of spunk, and strangely enough, he smelled Colin's scent from the man's naked muscular arms and naked upper body. "You fucked him back there. Didn't you?" Bill found the waiter's semi-hard cock inside a thin sheath. The movement from Bill's hand made the young man's cock grow, and the leaking pre-cum was back. "Si, signore. He begged me. He said he needed my cock just then. I guess he would have taken it on stage." The waiter made some small fucking movements with his cock still inside the silk sheath. "And you would have done that too? Have you ever fucked on stage?" Bill let the young man stroke his buttocks. "In private shows yes, but not in public. Not allowed in Italy, you know. Officially you have to keep a thong on when you strip too, but the police will not make a report if you give them some service." The waiter squeezed Bill's bulge. "Many men want to watch Piero dance." "Your name is Piero? Artistic name?" Bill managed to get the boy's cock out of his thong. A super erection tented his loincloth. "No, signore, my given name. You want to watch Piero dance tonight?" The youngster kissed Bill's ear and cheek, whispering. "Sorry Piero, I have an appointment, and I have to leave soon. A young friend of mine will show me some of Milan's nightlife." Bill wanked the youngster's cock very lightly. One part of Bill wanted to stay in the basement bar, close to this waiter and watch him dance and maybe get some special service from him. "I will leave soon too. I dance at another club at eleven. Please come. My private card will give you and your companion access. It can be very crowded there." Piero kissed Bill again, this time their lips gently touched. "I will tell myÉ guide," Bill said. "Hope I can see you later." Bill had problems leaving the wet cock. "You have to come tonight, signore." Piero suddenly squeezed Bill's crotch and gave him his lips for real. Bill `swallowed' the boy's tongue and surely accepted the young waiter's oral invitation. *** Young Rino, the 'white angel', waited for Bill in the hotel bar. Bill had only had a brief half hour to freshen up after the long day's programme. He changed from formal clothing to denim and put a sexy new shirt on, bought for him by Colin. "Egyptian cotton," Colin had explained. "Your cool body will be even cooler." Just minutes before Bill took the lift downstairs he was standing in front of the mirror. "You stupid old man," he said to himself putting Colin's scented red thong close to his nose. The reaction was what he wanted. He had to adjust his bulge a little. He also adjusted the buttons on his shirt to show some of his body hair, newly trimmed by the more than service-minded Luciano, the hall boy. When Luciano had trimmed his pubic hair, and even shaved the root of his cock, Bill had been very close to shooting his load. Some light aftershave, another look in the mirror, then some adjustment of his hair, and he was ready for the Italian finale. "You look gorgeous tonight, signore." The young pizza boy, choirboy, guide and gigolo was one big smile when he hugged Bill. "And you are a dream, Rino. I love your white outfit. Reminds me of the first time I saw you in the pizzeria." Bill put his arms around him. The 17 year old boy was dressed in an off-white pair of very tight jeans, which hugged his buttocks like an extra skin. Rino's cock was visible like a go-go boy's, pointing upwards, a bit left. His t-shirt had no sleeves and his nipples pointed like small erect buttons against the material. Bill swallowed and bit his lips. "I hope you are hungry, bambino. I have just ordered a set meal in the Thai restaurant around the corner." Bill still had an arm around the beauty's shoulders when he guided him out in the quite warm spring night. "What would you like to visit tonight, signore, the sauna or some dirty bars? Most customers want the dark rooms, you know." Rino had been flirting with Bill's legs underneath the table during the whole meal. The boy had been drinking Coke, but Bill had emptied a carafe of superb Italian red wine and was both slightly drunk and very horny. "I don't need any dark rooms," Bill said. "I only want you bambino, and I want to see your naked body. I have wanted that since I saw the minister whip you in the dungeon." The young boy looked down. "You pretend to be innocent, my `white angel'," Bill thought. "I guess Luciano was more correct when he called you a small devil." "I'm quite warm. It's a very sultry evening." Bill grinned and looked at the sensual beauty in front of him. "I need a walk right now!" He drained his fourth glass of wine and just used a finger to caress the bambino's cheek. The boy closed his eyes and moaned almost silently at the touch there in the crowded restaurant. Rino guided Bill through back streets, up some narrow stairs, and into a small park. They were hand in hand now with no people around; from time to time stopping and kissing tenderly, letting two bulges meet and hands explore new bodies. The two ended up - after a walk through a sort of labyrinth - in an old Roman building; a sort of viewpoint overlooking parts of the city. The ruins made a cover to the park behind, and the front wall was open providing the city view. "It's good that we have a warm evening, the first summer night." Rino was close to Bill's sweating body. Bill had taken his shirt off. "Exciting," Bill said. "Really beautiful." He was standing behind the boy, hugging him, kissing his neck, sniffing his beautiful hair. He let his fingers very lightly squeeze the boy's erect nipples before he lowered his hands to the belly button and then down to Rino's hips and thighs. The boy moaned when Bill let his fingers, gently teasing, just pass his throbbing cock. "May I undress you, bambino? May I see you naked here in front of the city? Please let me admire you." Bill had problems talking. Rino raised his arms and helped Bill strip off his t-shirt. Bill hung the item carefully on a fence. His hands went down to the boy's belt and then he unzipped him. His hands found the cock behind some very thin fabric. Bill could still just `see' the front with his hands. Rino had his hands around Bill's neck, letting the horny man sniff the light scent from the boy's totally smooth armpits. Rino moaned again when Bill stripped him completely and turned him around. The boy had a girlish g-string as his only underwear, but Bill could see that the sheath, nearly see-through, covered a very stiff cock with a naked cockhead, and with the foreskin behind the swollen parts. Bill fell on his knees on the old Roman stones and pulled the pouch towards his nose and mouth. With his teeth he gently bit the balls and then the cockhead before using his mouth to free the boy from his last piece of clothing. For the first time he saw this "white angel" in all his beauty. The dripping cock of the boy was close to 8 inches (20 cm) long, not very thick. And for only 17, he had mature but hard balls. No veins were seen on the huge, young cock and the cockhead was shining with excitement. Above the cock root was a small bush of trimmed black cock hair. "I think I will ask Colin to grow a small bush now," Bill thought as he gazed at the sight. The contrast between the stiff cock and the dark hair, made the boy look even more innocent than if he had been completely shaved. Bill lifted the young body up onto a horizontal part of the ruins. It was all he needed to put the boy's waiting cock into his mouth. Bill licked and sucked the shaft and the cockhead. He squeezed the head with two fingers to let the pre-cum drip from the piss-slit. Suddenly the young man changed attitude. "Stop teasing me, signore. Do me hard, take my load. I've had a hard-on for more than an hour." Rino took hold of Bill's head and started to mouth-fuck him like crazy. Bill was not prepared, and gagged when the iron hard cock hit his throat. "I'll play your game, little devil," Bill thought. He bent his head and gave the kid entrance to his throat. As a bottom in his younger days, he could take the cock easily. "I will give you my cream, signore! Please, signore! Help me, help me." Rino was close now. He cried. Bill pulled back a little and received the boy's sweet nectar. The spunk filled his mouth and some ran down his body hair. Bill put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and pressed him down on his knees. Then he took hold of Rino's hair and pushed his head back, opening his mouth. Rino got back most of his own spunk, and was forced to swallow and then lick Bill clean. His eyes were filled with tears. "Don't ever play the tough guy, bambino! It doesn't suit you. Turn around now, spread your legs. Bend over! Open up!" The command from Bill was followed by some heavy spanks on the boy's buttocks. He knew that Rino was familiar with some spanking from priest. Bill had seen it twice during the last few days. "Sorry signore. Sorry sir! I was so excited, I couldn't wait. Please just spank me. I deserve it sir!" To Bill's surprise the boy was hard again. "Another Colin here," Bill thought, giving the boy some more light spanks with his flat hand. Bill looked at the beautiful buttocks, now a bit pink, but not at all red. He spat in the arsecrack and he found the angel's rosebud. He saw that Rino pushed out for more and the entrance opened without the use of fingers. He saw that the boy had prepared himself to be penetrated. The sight was turning Bill on even more. He kneeled down and started to rim the boy. He smelled and tasted like a real youngster, and he took Bill's tongue inside easily. The boy was greased already. The boy whined at every new movement. Bill spat on his fingers and pushed two inside very carefully. "Go on, signore. Please go on. Fuck me hard, sir. Make me cum again. You smell like heaven," the boy nearly cried. "You think you can take this one?" Bill turned the boy around, unzipped, pulled down his JustColin boxers and let his very thick 9.5 inch (24 cm) cock free. "Yes, sir. Please sir, give it to me signore." Rino took the huge cock inside his mouth without hesitating, sucking as the young cocksucker had probably done for years. The still wine-aroused and super horny Bill was about to cum inside the boy's mouth. Rino sensed that, and again in a very professional manner, he squeezed Bill's low-hanging balls and stopped the eruption. Rino turned around, bent down, spread his arse cheeks with his hands and cried, "Take me, take me hard, sir! Give me your man cream, sir. I'm clean, don't be afraid. And I'm all ready." Again Bill spat on his cockhead, then on the very open entrance, and pushed his cock inside the begging boy. Bill could not understand how this boy could take his big, almost dry cock, so easily and without screaming. The normally long-lasting stallion had been horny since he sniffed Colin's thong in the hotel, and to his own surprise he spunked off after only a few minutes. He made a little show of milking his own cream out of the boy's arse. He collected the spunk with his hand and used it as lubrication when he wanked the boy with one hand while the other hand's four fingers manipulated his prostate. When the boy came this time he cried like the youngster he was, and clung to Bill's body. *** The heavy stage light was lowered, and the atmosphere changed from disco to porn when Piero entered the stage. He wore a very distinguished-looking dark grey suit. He danced like a professional and his movements were teasing and nearly hypnotising. Rino looked at him with a half open mouth. "Have you seen Piero dance before?" Bill asked him. "No, I've never been here before, but I have seen him in the bar. Some customers have taken me there," Rino answered. "He is good, isn't he?" Bill nodded. And Rino felt some hard wood close to his butt. Rino was sitting on Bill's lap and from time to time the young and the mature one's cheeks met. Bill was a bit shy now that the intoxication from the wine had worn off. When Rino kissed him he looked around. In the club he saw a lot of single youngsters, but also men like himself close to beautiful young Italian guys. He returned the wet kiss. Piero ended the show like strippers Bill had seen before, with a mini thong filled with euro-notes, a gleaming wet body, and a super erection kept with a visual steel cockring. The audience screamed for the final strip, and behind a thin silk scarf he stripped off his thong in slow motion. Rino had a hand between Bill's upper legs and his fingers were toying the ball-sack. The light on stage came from behind now, letting the viewers see a shadow picture of the huge cock. On the silk-screen the cock looked like a real stallion's weapon. Piero, with widely spread legs and his hips pushed forward, came to the front of the stage and let some of the men touch his cock behind the light `curtain'. He ended in front of Bill and Rino. The dancer looked at Bill and gave him a wink. Bill had a big grin when he lifted young Rino nearly up on the edge of the scene. Behind the see-through scarf it looked as if the boy was sucking the stripper's cock. The episode lasted just a few seconds. Back on Bill's lap Rino whispered, "I had his cock inside my mouth, for real. Please taste, signore." He gave Bill his mouth. There was a cheer from the guys around both for the dancer and the young cocksucker. Bill had got his third drink when Piero came out among the audience, dressed in a bathrobe. It took him quite some time to move through the crowd all the way to the end of the bar where Bill and Rino were sitting. Piero seemed a bit frustrated. "I was about to offer you a private show signore, but my boss has cancelled it for tonight," Piero whispered. "Why?" Rino asked. "Look over by the door, two new policemen. You never know what they look for," Piero answered. "How much you lose?" Rino tried to talk like a professional partner. Bill could only smile. "One grand, if I go all the way," Piero grinned. "One thousand euros and then some service money, and very often a young partner to fuck!" Rino's mouth closed. The dancer put an arm around Bill, as he had done in the bar earlier. "So now I'm free to go with you," he said. "I have very cute company already." Bill hugged Rino. "And I don't pay for male company." "You have already done that, signore. You let your son dance with me in my bar and you even let me fuck him," Piero smiled. Rino was about to ask questions, but he stopped. "So, if I invite you to do a private show, you will agree?" Bill asked. He put his hand inside the dancer's robe and found a semi-hard dick. "Si Signore, and you already have a fucking partner for my show I see." Piero gently thumped Rino's shoulder with his fist. "Give me ten minutes. Please find a taxi." When Bill came to the hotel with two young men, Luciano, the hall boy, gave him a signal. "Your son and a man just picked up the key for your suite, sir." He tried to inform Bill in a very polite way. "Thank you, son. Good to hear he's back already." Bill pushed the two youngsters in front of him into the lift. *** "You know what happened after that, Colin. Quite a private show, eh," Bill said to Colin in their Sunday morning bed. "I didn't know you were such a voyeur, Daddy. You loved every minute of the so-called private show." Colin folded one hand around his `dad's' growing cock. "What was the hottest part for you?" "The hottest was when you rimmed Rino, while Piero screwed you in slow motion." Bill grinned. "And you loved it too honey, every second of it." Bill spread his legs. "He didn't really fuck me, Daddy. He more or less held his hot cock inside me, teasing me. But I was about to cum there and then, I remember." Colin closed his eyes. "The strangest thing is that when Piero fucked me in the bar, the whole fuck lasted just minutes, but here he fucked your `white angel' for nearly half an hour before he sent his load over his body." "And your serious Sergio jerked his cock to climax beside you, thinking we were only looking at the couple fucking." Bill started to wank Colin very softly and silently. "I think he had some secret drinks during your stay in `Paradiso'. "What's your best memory of the night then?" Bill squeezed Colin's cockhead. "Two things," Colin answered. He stammered because of Bill's treatment. "First I think of Rino, who tried to act like a slut, but was just a youngster like me. I think he spunked three times during the show, and he cried every time. You really fancied him, didn't you Daddy? And you loved to eat his sweet cum too!" "Rino was a cute lad," Bill said. "Still in school, but with no money to go on. I felt sorry for him." Bill was suddenly silent, but moaned when Colin pulled his foreskin back and used a fingernail on his `string'. "But what I remember most was when all our guests had left and you started to fuck me," said Colin. "I hadn't seen you that horny for a long time, even though I guessed you already had fucked Rino." Colin was teasing Bill's cockhead with his fingers. "You fucked me in all possible ways for two hours Daddy and I guess we kept all the neighbours awake. My balls were drained and my last cum was nearly a dry one." "We don't have two hours now baby, but I want to hear what happened with you and Sergio in `Paradiso' while I was out with Rino." Bill looked at the alarm clock. "I will have to give you a short version then dad, but first I have to pee." The naked boyish-looking Colin ran with a dripping hard-on to the bathroom. "I was really happy when we entered the narrow bridge to the Roman temple, and the Roman bath." Colin began his story back close to Bill. "The tour through the labyrinth was tougher than I thought. I was prepared for some hot fun, but the start with the needles was scaring. I was sure that this crazy doctor would put the needles through my nipple, but Sergio's glance relaxed me. And it was really fun when the young nurse forgot his job and started to finger-fuck me for real, showing off his own rising dick. But I had marks from the caning for many days." Colin paused for a moment before he went on. "It was not my intention to spunk twice during the first part of the tour. I really wanted to save some big loads for the fucking I hoped for. But when Sergio used the creams and the ginger root in my ass, I had to let go. The orgasm on the cross was one of my hardest for a long time." "Two young servants met us by the gate to `Paradiso'. The boys were dressed in white Roman slave dresses, very short and very sexy. They took our hands and led us into the Roman bathhouse. Quite a place with white and grey marble, and through the columns we had a view to the shining blue water in the pool, starting with a fountain and ending in a waterfall coming through the rock garden filled with lots of flowers. On the walls were paintings of beautiful naked men in all possible sex positions." Colin paused again as if he tried to remember details in the surroundings. "We were both taken to a bathroom, for relaxing and for cleaning. The two very young looking servants undressed Sergio and placed him naked in a Roman chair. I was released from my cockring and my leash, and was taken to a small pool with hot water. The boys stripped off their gowns and were completely nude while they washed me all over, and I really mean all over. At last they used a golden hose and filled my cunt with water and liniment. You know Daddy how I hate that process, but here it was okay. Sergio grinned because I got a hard-on again. The servants led me to a private bathroom and gave me the opportunity to empty myself. After two rounds I was completely clean and they wrapped me in white towels and placed me on a sofa. Then one boy gave a signal and a black youngster, wearing just in a small frontal cover, served me a kind of wine. On a silver tray there were all sorts of exotic fruit. I thought about you daddy, when this black boy turned around and showed his bum. You would have gasped at the sight. "I don't need any other bum than yours, dear." Bill placed his hand on Colin's buttocks. "The drink made me dizzy, the colours in the room changed. I felt very light and jolly and to my surprise the blood pressure made my cock grow even more. I remember I opened my towel and showed Sergio my red throbbing cock. He was huge too. Two other servants were shaving his cock and his balls with soap and razors. He had a cock ready to shoot. Both of us got another glass of the drink. We really felt as if we were in paradise. Then in the background we could hear the sound of a heavy gong. Two men came through the gate from the main room. They were both black, with skin like ebony. They were tall and slim, I'd guess more than 6ft 3in (190 cm), both heads and bodies fully shaved, and their cocks were monster-like, half-hard, with long foreskin covering their dickheads." Colin felt his Dad's cock grow again. "The men brought us to a sort of cabin beside the pool. The cabin was covered with see-through curtains and inside were two high massage benches. Around the benches was an elegant arrangement of mirrors. We were asked to lie down with our butts up. There was nice music around, and a light breeze in the warm room. That and the sound from the waterfall made me sleepy. There were many cabins around, and I saw naked ebony men working in many of them. In the nearest cabin I saw the Asian youngster from my group, and just before I nearly lost consciousness, I heard fucking sounds from his direction. The combination of sounds and smells, and then the feeling of warm hands, made my cock leak as if I was peeing. The dark men freed me from the towel, and started to massage me. The oils they used increased my awareness and without thinking I spread my legs." Colin massaged Bill's balls now. "You remember the double massage we had in Marseille, Dad?" Bill just grunted. "The massage was great. Sergio got some treatment too, but mostly it was me. Nearly all of my body was treated. I remember wishing they would work between my legs, so I tried to raise my bum. I saw that one of the men whispered something to Sergio. He nodded. Then the men's handwork changed. The one man worked on my butt, from my arsecrack slowly all the way down to my waiting balls. He asked me to lift my butt a little and took care of my throbbing cock. From a small bottle he poured oil in my arsehole and followed it with his fingers. I was so excited that I nearly cried. I put my hands at the side of the table. First I felt one huge cock, all stiff, and then I felt the other. The men did not pull away from my touching. One came even closer to me. The other went in front of the table. In the mirror I saw the black guy place his cock on the bench in front of me. I just opened my mouth Daddy, and I was all filled up." Bill's breathing was heavier, both because of Colin's hands and because of the hot story. "I saw in the mirror Sergio gave some signal to the man again. You know what the kids do when they make a fucking sign with their hands. And I was right. The man dragged me to the end of the bench, spread my legs and opened my hole with his fingers. I felt the warm oil drip from my cunt. Then I felt his huge cockhead. Very carefully he screwed me, daddy. He filled me with his 12 inch (30 cm) thin black cock, I guess the longest cock I ever taken. But there was room for him and I felt no pain. Guess there was a painkiller in the oil, I don't know. I wanted him desperately to fuck me hard, to let me cum again and I started to use my arse muscles. The man whispered again and again in my ears. "Relax, baby. Relax. Just massage, bambino. Just massage." They turned me over and started to work on my front, my nipples, my belly button, and my balls. Then they opened my piss-slit, and with a tiny syringe they filled my cock with tempered oil. It was again like heaven, and I did not understand how to stop my cumming. But suddenly they stopped the treatment. They gave me a cushion and again they asked me to relax. Sergio was the next to get some very special treatment. The two men put a vacuum pump on his already hard cock. Sergio is pretty well hung, you know daddy, I guess 8 inches (20 cm) long, and his very dark cock looks like a youngster's." Colin had again started to jerk his moaning `father'. "When the Nubian men had pumped up Sergio's cock to the maximum they put a very tight cockring on him. His weapon was really red, warm and hard. When I saw him I really wanted to be fucked hard again. "Please come," one of the men said. "Now you must find your Paradiso." We were taken to another open plan cabin, further up in the small garden. One of the men placed me on a low wide bed filled with pillows. Around the garden were five different marble statues of fucking couples. Sergio pointed at one of the statues - a young boy that was fucked by a mature man, doggie style. I understood the setting. We were to do the same. The Nubians placed me on the bed, spread my legs and gave me a pillow for my head. Then they opened my cunt. With a grip around Sergio's cock, one man placed the cockhead outside my ass. The Nubians left us. It was a heavy fuck Daddy, a heavy fuck that lasted for fifteen minutes at least. Without any more `instruction' Sergio put me on my back, put a pillow under my butt and wanted to take me missionary. Suddenly the two Nubians were back and held my legs to the sides, nearly as high as my head. My cock was hot as hell. I looked at the two black men with their stiff cocks, and I felt Sergio's cock penetrate me. I cried, and grabbed the two cocks and wanked them. They looked a bit annoyed at my sudden treatment, but they didn't stop me. I gave them a handjob, the best I could, and when Sergio bottomed me for the tenth time, I sent my load all over my body. One of the Nubian's spunked too, the other put his cock in my mouth and continued to throat-fuck me until I took his load too." "Sergio could not understand why I still was hard, and he started to jerk me like crazy, while fucking my with his pumped-up cock. When he fired his load into me, time after time, I spunked again - the clear piss-like cum you know I have when I've been excited for a long time. The Nubians knelt and licked the spunk from my body and from my dripping arsehole. Then they followed us to the marvellous pool. I saw that we had had many onlookers that night." Colin ended his Italian story. Colin felt that his father was about to erupt and hurried to take his big morning cock into his mouth. He was filled with man-cream and took it all without spilling a drop. "Welcome to Paradise, Daddy," Colin gave his father a deep wet kiss this late Sunday morning. To be continued