Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2017 09:27:30 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 66 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 Chapter 66 Colin squeezed Bill's hand and looked at him with an open mouth. "Magnificent, really great," Colin whispered as turned back to face the Brandenburg Gate in central Berlin. This was his first visit to Germany, to a city he had only read about. "Crazy that some underwear brings us to another part of Europe." The very young and fresh-looking boy smiled. "According to Mr Sieger and his magazine, the German girls are wild about JustColin. Your posters have doubled `Young Fashion's sales volume in Germany over the last few months." Bill looked with pride at his boy. The pair had arrived at Schšnefeld airport from Glasgow just a few hours earlier. They had been met at the airport by a very enthusiastic Mr Sieger. He had welcomed Colin with kisses and hugs, and brought them to a hotel near Potzdamer Platz. Bill and Colin were happy to have some hours as tourists before Colin started his modelling job for Just Colin. "You nervous about the show tonight, son?" Bill answered Colin's squeezing hand. "Not nervous, but very excited. Being almost naked in that huge arena with screaming teens all around will be quite a thrill." Colin turned and looked at the heavy traffic running up and down `The 17th of June Street', the street named after the uprising of East Berlin workers on 17 June 1953. "Far down there you can see the SiegessŠule in the middle of the road. Colin pointed out the Prussian Victory Column to a smiling Bill. "Nice to have a local guide," Bill grinned. "Although I thought you only had googled the gay sites!" "I left that to you, horny man. I'm on duty, you know. I wonder if Mr Sieger has some dirty plans for me," Colin's commented. Bill just rolled his eyes. "What's the plan for today, Daddy?" The couple passed through the monumental gate and strolled down the old parade street Unter den Linden. "You are to meet the photo team from `Young Fashion' outside the Television Tower as they wish to make a documentary of your visit to Berlin. Mr Reynard also wants to have a new teaser, shot in a local studio. I heard something about a short, but dirty, teaser..." Bill grinned when Colin whistled and adjusted his tight bulge. "We will have to agree first. I'll meet his German agent while you pose for the tourist pictures. If you feel comfortable andÉ" He was interrupted by Colin. "and if you get a good deal, then we shoot." "The show inside the huge arena will start at nine o'clock with the street party after it finishes," Bill continued. "And we have free time after that?" Colin gave Bill's buttock a light spank. "We have, son." He answered by adjusting the heavy tool inside his formal suit. "The plane for Copenhagen leaves tomorrow evening, so we have all day tomorrow. But now I want a beer, and a real German sausage." He went into a pavement restaurant on the other side of the River Spree. "I'll prefer your Scottish sausage, Daddy." Colin followed closely and the well-dressed couple was admired by some `hungry' eyes. Colin loved it. Their German hosts met them outside the entrance to the TV Tower. Mr Sieger, the editor of `Young Fashion', greeted Bill with a firm handshake, then he hugged Colin. "Nice to see you again, Colin. You are really a star now." He smiled and stood with his arms around the young model, a bit longer than for a normal greeting. "Thank you, Klaus. I've been looking forward to seeing you again," Colin whispered. The formally dressed man blushed but turned to the group of men behind him. "You know Frederic from Hamburg, our senior photographer, and please meet Rick." The editor pointed out a young man in worn denims and a leather jacket. "Rick is standing in for Anna. He does writing jobs for us here in Berlin." Both Frederic and Rick just lifted their hands as greeting and Colin did the same. Bill went up to the men and greeted them formally. Colin smiled when he saw his daddy shake hands with the journalist, a man not yet thirty Colin guessed. His open shirt showed off a muscular body and a strong neck. "I wish my German was better," Bill said. "I use both German and English, sir. I think English is more sexy than German." The younger man grinned. Colin was about to ask more about languages and sex, but found it best to stay out of his daddy's attempt at checking out Rick. However Colin was impressed when he saw the bulge that the young man presented in his tight denims. "We'll start to take some tourist pictures up on the tower platform." Mr Sieger took command. "After that we will meet the lawyer in the hotel for formalities." The man turned to look at Bill. "I hope Frederic and Rick can take Colin around to do the rest of the job without us, and we can all meet at the hotel before the show. You have to meet the show team two hours before the start." Mr Sieger looked at Colin who just nodded. "You dare to send me out in the city with these stallions?" Colin grinned. "You think they can manage to protect me from the crazy girls?" Bill did not answer, but Colin saw that Bill understood the question. "There's a huge queue for the lifts up and down even if we are privileged, so if you need the toilet, it's better to go down here." Mr Sieger pointed to the public toilets beside the entrance. "Too much Coke," Colin said. "I need to pay a visit." He groped the front of his tight jeans. "I'll come with you." Rick handed Frederic his bag. It was crowded inside the room when the two arrived, but when they moved up to the urinal they were the only two, side by side with very little cover between. Rick lowered his denims down to his knees and without shyness he did the same with his boxers. "His half hard cock was a dream," Colin whispered to Bill when they went out of the lift later on. "I have to get you some JustColin underwear if you are to work with me," Colin said as looked at the man beside him, and had trouble with his tight leather-like jeans. His own red thong was easier to remove and soon the two men could check out each other's bums and cocks. And that was just what they did. Rick started to empty himself while slowly wanking his long, very thick cock. "Must be more than 10 inches (25 cm) when hard," Colin thought. He had some trouble getting started. His cock was iron-hard, and dripping wet so it was difficult for him to piss. He looked at the wall and tried to relax. "You want to suck my dick, sweetie?" Rick asked without any small talk. He was very close to the young model now. "No, I don't." Colin looked at him and tried to sound serious. "But Mr Sieger said that..." Rick was stopped by Colin's raised hand. "That I was a damn good cocksucker." Colin grinned now. "I am, you know, but I want your monster cock in my arse, all the way inside. Your cock is amazing." Rick looked surprised. "But do you think you can take it? Very few can." The man was sweating and his voice was thick. The situation made his cock rise to its full extent. He put two fingers in his mouth, sucked them, and found Colin's arsehole. Colin groaned with the man's fingers probing inside him and he felt it impossible to piss. "Please let your fingers stay still for a moment. I really have to piss now." Colin had tears in his eyes. He pushed his hips forward, and strained his muscles. His yellow fluid spread like a geyser. The open ring muscles gave Rick even more access, and he finger-fucked the young pissing man until his bladder was empty. "I was so close to cumming," he told his dad later. "The whole piss was like an orgasm." The outer door opened and new persons arrived. Both Rick and Colin dressed without hurrying, and one of the newcomers stared at them with open mouth before he remembered his own errand. "Later?" Rick had trouble putting his huge cock back inside his denims. "Yeah, soon." Colin squeezed Rick's buttocks. A young man was greeting Mr Sieger with a hug when the group left the lift at the top of the TV Tower. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, son," Mr Sieger said, "but here we are. Say hello to Colin!" Colin remembered the boy from the laptop screen in Edinburgh. He even remembered that the boy had been shirtless when he called his dad on Skype. Now he saw what an innocent beauty he was - slim, blue eyed, smooth and red-lipped. "This trip to Berlin and Copenhagen is a birthday present for Robin," Mr Sieger said. "First time he has followed me to work. He's very excited to see the show in the arena tonight!" "You've just turned eighteen?" Colin put a hand on Robin's naked forearm. "No, only seventeen." The youngster did not meet Colin's eyes. "Great outfit, man. You could easily do the catwalk with me, you know," Colin continued. The guys around saw that young Robin was very pleased. "That son of mine is a real flirt," Bill thought. "Who has taught him?" An elbow from Colin brought Bill back to the Tower terrace. "Please calm down, Daddy. He's too young for you!" Colin whispered. "Okay, guys," Mr Sieger took command now. "Robin and I will show Bill around and then go back to the hotel for the meeting. You have three hours to take the pictures for the magazine and film some extra stuff for Mr Reynard. Colin, be with the stylist by seven, okay? The hotel is five minutes from the arena." Frederic did a great job, helped by Rick. The idea was to shoot the pictures of Colin as a tourist among crowds of people without showing their identity. Colin was to act on his own, and the young boy was not at all shy with people around. After the TV Tower, they were back in front of the Brandenburg Gate, then they went on to take some photos at the famous Checkpoint Charlie. Colin was in a DDR cap with the UK and US flags in the background. Next step was photos among youngsters on the U-bahn, and finally he was pictured in a sexy pilot's jacket in front of the memorial for the Berlin Blockade. "I really need a drink now." Colin was sitting beside a fountain in the Charlottenburg Castle gardens. Soon he had his third Coke. "We need some more sexy pictures Colin, but ones useful for the magazine so don't overdo it." Frederic measured the outdoor light. "Perfect light for your skin, Colin. Just strip. Rick has brought different parts of the JustColin collection. We have also brought the very newest, the nearly see-through white tiny outfit from the White Angel collection which you will present tonight." Colin looked around and hesitated as there were people all around in the park. "Don't be shy, baby." Rick said. "People here are open to nudity, especially in a park. You will find people tanning nearly naked down by the river." Colin did as he was told. He stripped and changed into different items of underwear, sometimes shirtless and sometimes in sleeveless t-shirts. Some tourists were using their mobile phones to take pictures and some young girls applauded when he stripped without turning around. Colin loved it and strangely enough he managed to stay half-hard during the show; half-hard until he went to put on the last tiny item. "You have grown pubic hair Colin, so I think you must shave before the show. They still want you young-looking, you know, and your black hair will be visible through this gear." Frederic, the one Colin thought was totally straight, went up to him and found his cock inside the see-through underwear. He played with the hair, he adjusted Colin's balls, and he let his hand work with Colin's cock until it was hard and wet. Colin closed his eyes. "Please Frederic, I have wanted this for a long time, but there's a lot of people around." Colin met Frederic's cheek with a warm hand. "Sorry son, sorry, but you are so fucking hot!" Colin had never before heard the normally very silent man swear. The last pictures were probably not fit for the youth magazine, but would do well for the dirtier catalogue. Colin had a phone call. "We have a deal, Colin. You will be paid for the teaser. You comfortable, son?" Bill was short. "More than comfortable," Colin tried to cover up his hard-on in front of the photo team. "Are we ready for the teasing video?" Colin looked at Frederic. "I don't want to shoot it outdoors," Frederic said. "Can we use the club just down the street?" He looked at Rick. "You mean the place with the glass floor?" Rick responded. Minutes later they were in the waiting van. "You are doing a great job, son." Rick jumped in beside Colin. "I had to beg Anna to give me the job." His hands were all over Colin's shirtless body. "You horny, baby?" He found Colin's dick. Colin moaned. "Wait Colin! We need your spunk for the teaser," Frederic shouted from the front seat. Colin managed to stop himself cumming. The club seemed to be nearly empty at this time of the day. Downstairs was a huge dance floor with a glass ceiling; above the glass ceiling was another sort of stage, visible to people dancing below, and the walls were covered with mirrors. Frederic took them upstairs and found a trendy sofa. "The teaser video will be about 5 minutes long when it's cut." Frederic was suddenly very professional. "I'll shoot you with a handheld video camera, and Rick must show how good he is with this one." He handed Rick his professional still photo camera. "The idea is that you, Colin, act as a young boy waiting on the sofa for an audition. You are dressed in nothing but white tight, very low-cut briefs. You get bored and start playing with yourself. Do whatever you want, but keep the briefs on." Frederic pulled the sofa onto the middle of the glass floor. "When you cum I want you to make a lot of noise, and you let your spunk blow through the white fabric of your briefs. This is the highlight of the teaser. You can choose what to do next, but make it dirty. Any questions?" Frederic found the tiny item of underwear Colin was to use. "From tonight's White Angel collection I guess," Colin played with the thin glossy fabric. Colin stripped and looked around. From below he saw a group of men looking upstairs through the glass floor. He grinned and stripped for them. Some men cheered. The setting and the situation made the youngster really horny and his cock was harder than ever before that afternoon. When naked he used two fingers and collected some drops of clear pre-cum. The men below could see the upstairs show on a huge screen as well because, without informing Colin or the film crew, the internal transmission was running. Colin put on the micro bikini and studied himself in the mirrors around. "My black cockhair is very visible," Colin said. "You think it's sexy?" He looked at Frederic. "I think you are damn sexy when you show the pubic hair and your tiny stiffy inside that tight piece," Fredric said. He went up to Colin and used his hand to make Colin's cockhead more visual through the thin fabric. "Take some close-ups, Rick!" The young man rearranged his own bulge before taking a series of photos of the posing Colin. "But I need you younger looking, honey, both now and tonight. We have to shave you. Hope you don't mind?" Fredric looked around and gave orders to Rick. "The downstairs very luxurious makeup room looked more like a whorehouse than a changing room," Colin told Bill in the hotel that evening. Rick pointed out a leather bench and asked Colin to strip and lie down. Then he left. A make-up lady hurried into the room. Colin blushed and covered his cock and balls with his hands. He was not prepared to have a girl shave his cock and was about to rise from the bench. With unexpected force he was pushed back and the lady had a tight grip around his softening prick. "Easier to shave if you stay hard, sonny boy." Colin thought her voice was strange but he tried to relax. "You don't like girls, I believe!" She grinned and put shaving foam on his black pubic hair and found the razor. Colin just swallowed. "But love, I am sure you will like me." She stopped shaving and moved closer to the teenager. A nearly paralysed Colin looked at the girl with the pretty face, dark hair, small boobs, and long legs in high-heeled boots. "Something strange about her arms," he thought. The girl took Colin's wrist and let his open hand follow the inside of her upper legs, underneath the loincloth-like white `uniform' she wore. Colin did not like what was happening, but he was curious too. His hand met a thong; a thong filled with balls and a cock as stiff as Colin's had been when he had laid down on the leather bench only minutes earlier. "Please play with me while I finish you." The girl, or perhaps boy, used one hand to strip off her loincloth and pull aside the thong, showing off her nice smooth balls, and a thin, but hard cock; a cock many women or perhaps men would like inside them. The unexpected situation was hot. Colin used one hand to wank the `girl', and she was happy to see Colin's cock grow and even drip. She quickly and expertly shaved around his hard little cock before she asked him to turn doggie for her on the bench. Colin, as if he was without his own will, did what she asked even though he knew his arse was clean; no hair on his balls or arse crack. He had checked that morning. The make-up `lady' oiled the boy from behind. She took care of his pubic area, she took care of his smooth balls, and she took care of his arse crack. She placed the tip of an oil bottle inside his arsehole and inserted some tempered oil inside. Colin closed his eyes. He was very close to the edge. In minutes he would have spunked in the hands of this professional ladyboy. Colin was uncertain what was happening, but then without hesitation the `girl' had her thin man-cock deep in Colin's arse. "Cool down, guys! The boy is here just for shaving!" Rick shouted from the door. "Wish we could have gone all the way." The naked Colin used one hand to squeeze the ladyboy's cock. The other was around her neck as he gave her a dry kiss on the cheek. "Maybe I will see you tonight, darling. You are ready for a strip show now. And if you need some more oilÉ" She showed him the cock-shaped oil-bottle with a big smile. "Come on, Colin. Frederic is waiting upstairs." Rick gave Colin's buttocks some teasing spanks. In the middle of the stairs Colin stopped and turned towards Rick. He groped the man's bulge. "I can't wait much longer for your cock, Rick. I need you, or I will ruin the White Angel show with a dripping hard-on." "We'll see," Rick said, "But do the teaser now, release, shoot your spunk, shoot it for me okay. "But you are wet, Rick. You are horny, man." Colin had one hand inside Rick's denims. Colin was naked, shaved and oiled when he entered onto the glass floor. There were more guys than earlier down below. "I can't disappoint them," Colin thought, as if he had forgotten that he was here just to make a short video clip. He put on the very sexy white bikini and sat down in the sofa. The young actor needed no instruction on how to do a love scene with himself. He started with his nipples; he went on with his upper body, and then he played with his hard cock and his balls through the thin fabric. He pulled his knees up and put fingers inside his oily arsehole, and with a lot of noise he worked his bulge both inside and outside the underwear. On the huge screen downstairs the onlookers could see that Colin's face was changing. He opened his mouth and threw his head backwards. "I am cumming!" he cried. "I'm cumming!" He managed to push his hips forward, making the bulge even more visible. His spunk started to flow, pumped through the fabric, again and again and again. For every eruption the youngster moaned and made fucking movements with his hips. The white boy-cream ran down the bikini and down to his legs. Colin played with the cream, licked and sucked his fingers. Frederic was still filming and Colin was still horny. With a fast movement he stripped off his underwear, collected some more spunk from his legs, and put the bikini in his mouth, sucking and sniffing at the same time. The sound was like a person being gagged, but he did it himself. With the other hand, he took care of his still wet, and still hard cock, and went on with a furious wank. He suddenly threw the white bikini away, lay down on the edge of the sofa and finger-fucked himself with three fingers, while still furiously pounding his own red cock. They had filmed longer than the planned time, and some of the viewers downstairs were into really dirty actions on the dance floor when young Colin spunked off for the second time, this time with a heavy roar as the only sound. Like a hot and sweaty actor, Colin collapsed on the leather sofa to a loud roar from the public downstairs. The nightclub had had an improvised afternoon event and Colin had emptied his balls before the evening performance in a club near Potzdamer Platz. On the way down to the waiting van, Colin stopped and kissed Rick. "Sorry, man. I had to empty my balls without you." "You didn't," Rick grinned and put Colin's hand inside his denims. The man's boxers were wet as if he had pissed in his pants. "I came when you came, young devil," he said. Colin sniffed and licked his hand. "A waste, a real waste." Colin smiled. "Daddy has invited you to party with us tonight, hasn't he? Find a place and you can fuck me then!" *** The arena was huge and decorated with angels, black angels and white angels, and all around were JustColin posters, screaming teens and a German boyband trying to win attention. Colin was styled, and had eaten three huge German currywurst. Dressed in his white robe he was climbing the last steps to the top of the arena. Five men were standing on the platform at the top - three models and two young helpers dressed in something that looked like flight uniforms. The models had changed in the basement into the underwear they were to present in the show. They had been styled and helped by very professional stylists and Colin felt very well taken care of. Nearly too much taken care of. Again he had problems with his growing hard-on. The two guys that changed close to him were beauties; not at all shy, and both very well-equipped. They had both grinned when Colin needed some extra help to arrange his cock inside the thin fabric. The new underwear style, for the older teenage, as the teaser said, was named White angel. It was a part of the Just Colin collection but made of a thinner material combined with elastics. When on, this underwear showed everything, especially the all-white model which was low cut at the front and with very high cut legs, making it look close to nothing. Colin felt naked, and his hard-on was very visible. Colin looked through the curtain. Down there, twenty metres below was a fountain of water. Around the fountain was the cat-walk where young models already were presenting the JustColin collection. And all round the catwalk were hundreds of screaming and dancing youngsters. "Are you crazy, guys? We are to be lowered down there?" Colin knew the setup and had never been afraid of heights but now he felt dizzy. The two other models tried to calm him. "There isn't a problem, we tested it yesterday. The guys will lower you slowly, and the harness is very safe." "Now, undress boys," commanded one of the uniformed men. "And we will help you with the harness." The two German models were in tight black boxers and sleeveless t-shirts. The harness was like a baby-suit, fitting between the legs and around the upper body. The front of the groin was really pushed up and Colin loved the look of his two partners. If he hadn't been nervous himself, he would have made a joke. The next step in the preparation was the wings; black wings made of real feathers. The boys were ready. From below they heard the announcer presenting the new style. The lights were turned off and a single spot found the top of the arena. Two wires were locked to the harness. To soft music, the first black angel was lowered as if he was flying, down into the arena and then placed on a pedestal. Colin did not dare to watch when the second boy was lowered. Then he was strapped into the harness. He was shirtless and the colour of the harness was not visible. He was helped with the feathers; huge white feathers. One man sprayed the boy with glitter before the harness was tightened and the wires were locked. Colin moaned and whispered to one of the men. "You squeeze my balls for me, sir. Please lift them above the harness for me." Colin had lost some of his erection during the excitement, but when the helper put his hand inside his bikini-briefs and rearranged his balls, and kept the hand there for a while, Colin grew hard again. "Sorry sir, but you made me really horny," Colin whispered again to the blushing man. The other man gave a signal, and the speaker announced, "Here is the White Angel himself, the real JustColin." Four strong arms helped Colin out from the platform at the top of the arena. "At first it was scary as hell," Colin said afterwards, "but then it was like a dream." He felt naked, flying above the screaming crowd. He was lowered really slowly, and he was shining and glittering in the single spotlight. Colin landed between the two black angels. Bill started to breathe normally again and young Robin loosened the grip on his hand. The youngster's nails had marked the grownup's hand in his excitement. After a lot of pictures were taken, and after being carried around the catwalk by dozens of young models, the three `angels' were freed from the feathers and had to do their final walkabout. Bill was happy when he saw that young Colin managed to have some control over his lower parts, but when he looked at Rick standing beside him, he saw that that guy really struggled with his boner. "You were really great, all three of you." Mr Sieger hugged them inside the changing room. "The company has one hundred pairs of boxers for you to give away. Mingle with the teens for half an hour and then you are free to shower. Well done, guys." Colin put on his white robe, but kept on the see-through briefs that were all wet from the last walk. Bill had been certain that the water from the fountain was spread intentionally by the wind machine. The models appeared more or less naked when the presentation ended. "We will run the same show in Copenhagen tomorrow night, Colin. We have two local models there whom I think you know from Milan," Mr Sieger said. Colin, still just a normal youngster, blushed like a schoolgirl when the editor winked. The models' changing room was very crowded, and nobody seemed to care about the models' privacy. Mr Sieger and his son were there, along with Frederic and Rick, and even a girl who helped the youngsters remove the makeup. The German boys did nothing to hide their nudity, just grabbed some towels and went for the shower. "You walk with Colin back to the hotel." Mr Sieger put a hand on Robin's shoulder, before the crew left the changing room. Colin handed the JustColin bathrobe to the girl. Without hesitation and without turning his back to her, he stripped off his briefs. "I tried to act professional," he said to Bill at the hotel afterwards. "Okay, did you manage?" His Daddy asked him with a grin. "I did okay until she used cleaner on my bum," he said. With a smile to the waiting Robin, and sporting a new erection, Colin ran into the shower room where the German guys had just finished. The three gave each other a high five, and Colin let the warm water please his stressed body. "You need some shampoo?" Young Robin opened the door to the shower-room. "Your dad said you had left it outside." "Come inside, Robin. I need some help. I have still a lot of the body-paint on my back, and some tape from these crazy feathers as well. Please rub my back, will you? It sticks." Colin looked at the boy about his own size entering the shower-room. The youngster was dressed in training gear now and had trouble meeting Colin's eyes when he handled him the shampoo. "Is my dad waiting?" Colin asked. "No, he asked me to stay and wait for you. He went to the hotel," the boy answered and tried to rub Colin's shoulders with a sponge. "Please use your hands, Robin." Colin turned and grinned. "You are getting all wet, I see. Just undress. Don't be shy. I'm not going to bite." Colin did nothing to hide that he still was half-hard. Instead he washed his cock and balls, and even his bare cockhead, making the 4 inch (10 cm) cock rise to its full extent. He saw that Robin swallowed, before he, without any more hesitation, stripped off his t-shirt top and his baggy tracksuit bottom. The bulge inside the boy's tight boxers showed a well-equipped youngster not untouched by the situation. He stripped the boxers off too. Now Colin was the one to swallow. He saw a thick man-like cock, surely the double size of Colin's, pointing all free, his glans covered with a teen's tight foreskin. "You are damn horny!" Colin exclaimed. "Yeah, you were hot out there." Robin soaped his hands and went on washing Colin's back. "And your dad teased me about my tenting pants. He's such a gunner." Colin smiled when he heard that his dad had been checking out the youngster. That made him even hornier. "You fancy old men?" Colin turned his head to Robin and met his eyes. "Your dad is not old, he looks like a stallion to me. He looks very hung too. I like them well hung," Robin used his nails to pick some tape off Colin's lower back. "He's not your real father, is he?" Colin thought for a moment then he decided to answer this free-speaking German teen in the same direct manner. "No, he's not my father, he's my lover. And he is very well-hung, yes, one of the biggest." Colin felt Robin's stiff dick from time to time touch his buttocks. The boy's fingers pinched the skin to get the tape off. It hurt but sent electric signals through Colin's tired body. He moaned. "More please, more, yes, use your fingers. You are crazy, Robin. Go on, please. Further down. Inside yes, inside, more fingers please. Please. All inside, all inside, fuck, fuck." Colin was wild. He pushed his hips backwards and opened his arse. Young Robin had four fingers deep inside him, hand fucking and cleaning him inside, with his hand filled with shampoo. "What do you like best, Colin? What does your dad do to you? He fucks you with his horse cock, eh? He comes inside you, doesn't he? Does he pinch you as well? Or bite you?" Robin used his teeth on Colin's neck and with his free hand he rubbed Colin's nipples. "He pinches your cock as well, or does he cage you perhaps?" The youngster was hard with Colin's balls. Colin needed action now. The dirty words, the questions about his Daddy, and this young boy's surprising wild action, made him wild too. "My dad uses my boycunt. He fucks me with his huge cock, and he fucks me hard. You understand?" Colin forced the boy's tight foreskin behind his cockhead, and was in a way pleased when he heard the howl from the youngster. "You want me to fuck you, Colin? Do you? Like your dad does? Or do you want me to suck you? I could drink your milk, you know." The boy groped Colin's balls and cock and pinched him again. Colin pushed Robin down on his knees. Robin opened his mouth for Colin who mouth-fucked him quite hard. The boy was not a passive receiver. He sucked, he licked and he bit Colin's balls and cockhead, not in a bad way, but to tease him. Colin was about to cum. He was hornier than he had been all day. "Okay, Wildman. Show me what you are made of." Colin turned to the wall, found something to grab onto, bent over, spread his legs and opened his arse. Like a dog he waited for the young male to mount him. And the young man did. He put his red cockhead inside Colin in seconds, and the two boys, under the stream of hot water and shampoo, became one fighting human figure. The two spunked off at the same time. Colin cried out, "I'm cumming!" and the youngster behind him screamed and filled Colin with his young cream. As soon as he had finished he knelt again, turned Colin around and took the still hard and dripping cock into his mouth. "I have to piss," Colin said. He tried to pull back from the young man. "I'll do it here." Robin did not rise. With his head upwards he looked straight at Colin. "Come on. Give it to me. Give it to me now." He pulled close to Colin again, and took his cock back inside his mouth. Colin hesitated. Robin gave him the signal again and closed his eyes. Colin was too excited to be careful. He filled the boy's mouth with his yellow nectar. The boy did try to swallow, but a lot of the juice ran from his mouth, out of both sides and flowed down his beautiful body. Colin went down to his knees too and embraced the youngster. Robin leaned back and with one hand he took hold of his long half-hard cock. He pointed at Colin's body and let his pee flow. The hard stream hit Colin's face and his upper body. "Maybe time for a proper wash, for both of us," Colin said when Robin had finished. The he kissed young Robin for the first time. "How can I see your dad naked? I would love to see his huge weapon." The lad had his hair full of shampoo while Colin washed him. "Do you think he will swim with me in the morning if I ask him?" The boy was hard again and so was Colin. "Maybe," Colin said. "I think I can work on it." "Male swimmers only tomorrow morning and I guess it's nude swimming since we are in Berlin," Robin said. "I'll try to wake up early then," Colin grinned. "Will your father go too?" "Yes I'm sure. We often stay naked at home both of us, so no problem here." Robin was using Colin's towel. "You into sex with him then?" Colin was curious, but afraid to be too direct. "No, no, not at all. But he loves to see me naked with my friends, and I've seen him spy on me, but it's no problem. It makes me even more horny." Robin was ready to leave. "I thought you were a bottom guy, don't know why, but you fucked like a professional." Colin grinned. "I'm a bottom guy, normally. My boss - I work part time for a grocer - fucks me twice a week, but don't tell my father. He would kill the man if he knew. But I fuck too, both mates and girls, love the boys thoughÉ" Robin talked like a waterfall. "How old is your boss then?" Colin managed to put in a question. "Like your dad, I guess, soon to be fifty," Robin answered as he pushed the lift button. "Daddy will be pleased to hear that he looks like a stallion of fifty," Colin thought, giving the young man a high five when they parted in the corridor. *** It was late evening, just after eleven when Colin, Bill and Rick, the Berlin reporter, left the U-bahn at Nollendorf Platz. Bill and Rick were dressed in tight blue jeans and leather jackets. Colin was wearing his tight black jeans and his off-white lacquer jacket without a shirt. Colin walked in front of the guys down from the station. His butt was a sight for the gods. "We have to keep him from the wolves," Rick said as he placed one hand between Bill's jacket and his tight t-shirt. "You think you are the man to manage that?" Bill liked Rick's caress, and gave him a light touch on his buttock. The street was dark with some rain in the air and the bars, some with rainbow lights, looked empty. To be continued