Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2020 10:30:20 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 12

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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.

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COLIN – STUDENT AND MODEL

Chapter 12 (Kenny / Professors Lumeau and Thomsen)

"What's wrong, Colin? You haven't been the cool son I know all morning?"
Bill tried to pull Colin closer, but the lad was not in the mood. He just
looked at his dad with eyes that told Bill that he was far away. Bill tried
to ruffle Colin's dark hair, but he received no smile.

There had not been many `dark' days during the five years Colin had stayed
with Bill, but he knew that it was wise to give the lad plenty of time and
not ask too much when the youngster was stressed.

The two were waiting in the lounge at Heathrow Airport for their return to
Glasgow. After a very late Saturday night they had seen the Germans off to
Hamburg, and Colin had met Don after breakfast. Don had been very pleased
with the raw material from the hot filming the evening before. He had
promised to send Colin a copy of the edited version before sending it to
Reynard in France.

"Forty-five minutes delay!" The message on the screen caused Colin to sigh
deeply. The young man looked like he wanted to disappear – a huge
contrast to the star in the centre of the show the day before.

"You tired, love? You fought something last night!" Bill put an arm around
the lad who now allowed Bill to pull him tight.

"I did, Daddy. I did!" Colin answered. Again he straightened up as if he
made a decision.

"Why is it only old men who really like me?" Colin suddenly asked. "And
what do they like? Do they like me or is it just my kid-like body."

"How can you ask, darling, after standing in the middle of screaming
youngsters yesterday? And I thought you liked making `old men' happy." Bill
was surprised.

"Aye, but do you think any of them will like me the day I'm thirty –
with thin hair, a moustache and the beginnings of a fat belly?" Colin was
serious, and Bill wondered. He hadn't heard Colin like this before.

"Only old men, son? What about Kenny? What about Olav? And you just sent
young Robin home. He fancied you a lot." Bill found the boarding
passes. Their flight was being called. Colin suddenly found Bill's hand and
together they headed for the aircraft.

"Olav is not coming!" Colin could not hide his emotions. "I talked to him
last night. His new boyfriend would be very jealous, he said."

Bill knew that Colin's young Norwegian friend – `piss-brother' as he
called him – had planned a trip to see them in Scotland. He would have a
lot to tell both Colin and himself after meeting his uncle and Colin's
previous favourite teacher in Alexandria during the summer.

"I didn't…" Bill stopped. He could have bitten his tongue off.

"I didn't know either, Dad. Ups and downs in life, you know?" Colin
squeezed Bill's hand.

"Why didn't you tell me last night, Colin dear?" Bill joined the business
class queue.

"You had such a happy time with Robin and Klaus. Time for you to have fun,
Dad. I had been partying all day." Colin tried to smile; a young steward
helped with the hand luggage. Soon after Colin was asleep with his head on
Bill's shoulder.

"Heartbreak! Not easy to be nineteen," Bill thought. He had been through
similar situations many times during his lifetime.

"Do you have to go to the apartment tonight?" Bill asked Colin when they
left the terminal building in Glasgow. The harsh weather was very different
from the summer-like London.

"I promised Kenny I'd be back tonight, and I have some paperwork to finish
for a presentation tomorrow morning. But I'll organise a long weekend for
next weekend," Colin said. "Could be home on Thursday. Maybe we could do a
hike – like the old days! Just you and me." Colin tried to cheer up.

"You care for a burger, son? You can catch the next bus. You slept through
the meal on board." Bill led Colin into a fast food restaurant of the type
they seldom used. He ordered a double burger for Colin and a black coffee
for himself. Colin had found a seat in a private corner. Now he just dived
into the huge meal.

Suddenly he looked at Bill with tears dripping down his chin. His lips
trembled. "Sorry for the old man talk, Daddy. I could never have had a
better dad than you! I love you," he whispered. "I have to pee!" He needed
a timeout.

Bill followed Colin to the bus terminal. The trip to London had been very
adventurous. "Are you sure Kenny is back home?" Bill took Colin's hand. He
didn't like the thought of Colin being alone after the talk they'd just
had.

"Aye, he is at home waiting for me. And we will stay together all year, I'm
sure. I know his mother is trying to get him to move to America, but he
loves his life here – rugby and everything." Colin closed his jacket
tight. Bill embraced him.

"And he's very happy with you, isn't he?" Bill tried to comfort his boy.

"A fuck-buddy is a fuck-buddy, Dad. A hole is a hole, as he likes to say!
He's a great guy, but his mother's brother is a damn wealthy American and
has no heirs, so I guess his mother has some ideas!"

 "See you on Thursday! Love you, Daddy! "Colin hurried into the bus for
Glasgow city centre. Bill received a light smile and a thumbs up from Colin
as the bus departed.


***


"What the hell, Kenny? Have you opened a beauty salon?" Colin entered the
apartment. The smell was far from Kenny's normal sweat and soap.

"My chick has been here, you see. The doll, you know. Time for you to smell
real cunt, Kiddo! Hot weekend in London? You look tired man." Kenny was
lying on his bed, shirtless as always, in baggy shorts.

"Aye, I need something strong to drink. I need to be drunk in a hurry,
Kenny. There is something left from the party?" Colin went up to the
fridge.

"You will find some whisky over here, Kiddo. I know you just need to look
at the bottle to faint. Please bring me one too. Not proper to drink alone
on a Sunday evening, is it?" Kenny smiled his boyish smile – the smile
that could make Colin melt.

"Cheers, Buddy!" Colin lifted his glass. "So you have screwed your chick in
my bed all weekend, have you?"

"You tell stories, man. Fucking a hole in the mattress would be more
exciting. She is so puritanical; even getting her to suck your cock is out
of question now." Kenny scratched his balls.

"Good that I'm back home then, love. Make me your girlfriend now Kenny, all
the way. I will not protest, be my hot stallion as you have been many times
before." Colin emptied his glass in one movement. "And if you wish, I will
suck your balls until you call for emergency treatment."

Kenny rolled out of bed and sat down in front of Colin. Without a word he
started to undress him, slowly, like a sort of performance. Colin loved
every movement. When Colin was shirtless Kenny used his hands, as he would
have done on his chick's breasts. Then with two fingers he twisted,
squeezed and tugged Colin's erect nipples. The boy shivered. He felt his
jock getting wet with pre-cum.

"Love your tits, Kiddo. They are hard and muscled, not fat and shapeless."
Kenny used his lips and tongue, before he started to bite Colin with
teasing movements.

"Wait Kenny, please, or I'll spunk in my pants. You are… you are…"
Colin was about kneel when Kenny opened his belt and slowly stripped off
Colin's jeans. The white tight JustColin jock was all wet in the front.

"Oh Kiddo, you are still a baby. You need diapers or…" Kenny used his
tongue to lick the wet front. Colin only had to touch his head and pull him
tight. Kenny sucked him, sucked him through the wet underwear. In a fast
movement he pulled down Colin's jock. At almost the same time, he stripped
off his own shorts – no underwear – and displayed a cock as wet as
Colin's. He lifted the boy to kneel on the bed and then he placed himself
in front. A 25 cm (10 inch) cut cock met the small 10 cm (4 inch) stiffy
with a naked cockhead, but with a wreath of foreskin that the cut stallion
loved to play with.

"Your cock is better than any girl's clit, I'm sure. Please dock me now as
I wanted in your dad's house, remember!" Kenny tugged and stretched the
lad's foreskin until he covered his own cockhead. He bent down and found
Colin's mouth in a wet and tender kiss.

"You want to ride me, Colin? You want my spear all inside your cunt? You
want to take it all – all!" He closed his eyes.

"Aye, I'll take every inch, all the way, all the fucking way!" Colin pushed
Kenny down. "But first lick me, buddy, like you would have licked the chick
you had in this bed earlier today. Taste a real boy-cunt!" Colin grinned.

Colin climbed onto the inviting body. He sat on the broad chest while he
used his hands to play with Kenny's neck, ears and mouth. He gave the
macho-guy his fingers. Kenny sucked them like a lollipop. Colin lifted his
hips. Without hesitating Kenny pushed two fingers into the partly open
arse. Colin moaned at the rough treatment. Pre-cum dripped down to Kenny's
body.

"Lick me now, Buddy! Use your tongue!" Colin moved forward and found
Kenny's face. Kenny's lips and tongue played with the hairless crack before
he made a dick-like tongue and penetrated the youngster. Colin whined and
wiggled. He managed to move backwards and his hand found the huge cock that
was waiting for treatment. After some wanking he climbed down and inspected
the weapon. He knew where to find the lube and greased up the tool from the
balls to the very top. He placed an extra dollop of jelly in his hand and
rotated the naked cockhead. Kenny moaned quietly.

"A little more and I will cum, Kiddo. You are the best..the best…" Kenny
swallowed and lifted his hips. Colin managed to stop just in time. He was
still in need of a fuck.

Colin found Kenny's lips again. The fuck-buddies seldom kissed, but Kenny
had become much more of a lover after the summer break. Now he was both
tender and searching. The tongues worked like worms.

"Ready to fuck me, love?" Colin whispered.

"Yeah, ride me now, Kiddo, the way only you can. Open up for me!" Kenny
used his big hands to spread Colin's buttocks. Colin kept his balance like
an acrobat and lowered his body down on the huge cock, all to the bottom.

"Now do the job, stallion. You're the fucker!" Colin squeezed the cock with
his arse muscles.

Kenny yelled and gave Colin a real pounding from underneath. This was
Colin's first sex event on this strange day, so he was afraid he wouldn't
last long, but he wanted to give his buddy a match.

Colin didn't need to tell Kenny what he loved. His long-time fuck-buddy
knew exactly what buttons to push. If Colin was really horny he would spunk
hands-free during a fuck from Kenny.

"Open up, Kenny. Open your mouth. I'm cumming, I'm…I'm…" The wall
behind the bed was hit by the first shot. The next two spurts landed on
Kenny's face, and Kenny's tongue caught the rest of the spunk.

"Don't stop, Kenny. I need more, I need more today. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Kenny moved into longer thrusts now, long hard thrusts. Colin relished the
pounding. And then suddenly he felt as if Kenny's cock had grown even more
and changed, become hard as iron. At the same time, Colin started a wild
wank. He did what he could to cum at the same time as his buddy, but this
time he failed. Kenny erupted deep inside his love-tunnel. Colin felt the
spunk dripping when he broke through his sphincter again and again.

Colin knelt beside his fuck-buddy and wanked his little boy-cock with a
hard fist. Kenny saw Colin's face change. He saw the crazy pupils and he
heard the heavy breathing. Finally Colin pushed his head back, and opened
his mouth. "Yeah, yeah …I'm cumming again!" Another ejaculation from the
young lad, and this time Kenny caught it all in his open mouth. He played
with the jizz and made bubbles like a kid. Colin bent down and their lips
met. Colin was satisfied.

"Nice to be back home, buddy!" Colin whispered.

"Fucking great, Kiddo!" Kenny answered.

***


"You did a good job today, Colin. Very professional – you will soon take
over my role!" Professor Thomsen placed a hand on his student's
shoulder. "And I'm very happy that you gave positive feedback for my
Denmark plans. I'll go to York this afternoon to apply for financial
support from the historic society."

"So we can't run today, sir?" Colin was a bit disappointed. He had looked
forward to a jogging session and some naked suntanning with the Dane in the
sunny weather. Colin was a bit impatient to increase the contact between
them. The professor hadn't invited him to his apartment yet, and the
thought of a fuck in the professor's study made him hard and dripping.

"Why don't you invite Professor Lumeau to join you? He has asked about you
twice since you started in his class. I don't think he has many private
contacts here yet." Professor Thomsen smiled.

"Has he mentioned me, really? I must be his most stupid pupil. My French is
very basic." Colin commented. Then he blushed. Professor Thomsen winked at
him. He had read the youngster's mind. Colin's thoughts were not just
academic! He adjusted his growing bulge and hurried to the library. He had
just started his study of French literature, and he had seen Professor
Lumeau in the library quite often.

"Jeune homme, vous êtes impatient." The professor that was on Colin's
mind, touched his shoulder. "You are interested in classic French movies?"

Colin blushed and was suddenly speechless. The young star in the book in
front of him was partly nude. As a sort of reflex action, he covered his
crotch with one hand. He had been aroused almost since Professor Thomsen
had told him about the French teacher's interest in him.

"Yes, sir. I am. I love the language and the intensity - and many of the
actors." Colin should have answered in French if he hadn't felt
embarrassed. "I wish I could have seen more of the Louis Malle movies. I
saw `Lacombe Lucien' in France this summer.

"And you…loved this Pierre Blaise, I guess?" Professor Lumeau pointed at
the picture in the book. "A wonderful actor – tragic that he was killed
at only twenty years old." The forty-five year old professor kept his hand
on Colin's shoulder.

"I have a collection of Louis Malle movies on my computer. Would you like
to watch some? I haven't really settled in yet, but I would enjoy your
company for a movie and a glass of wine." Professor Lumeau smiled an
inviting smile. "Any other French directors you know?"

"I know Cadinot, of course. Love him, honestly!" Colin found the
professor's eyes.

The Frenchman was now the one to blush, and stutter. "He was the number one
in his…genre." The man struggled. "You have a favourite movie perhaps?"

"Well sir, I do like the classic ones. `Gamins de Paris' and `Le voyage
à Venise' are my favourite ones, and of course the newer `Hammam'
videos. Easy to identify with the characters, you know sir?" Colin checked
out the French teacher he fancied.

"Agree! Cadinot is a real entertainer. You think you could have acted in a
film like that?" The teacher blushed at his own question.

"You probably know I'm gay, sir – since you know I'm seeing Mr Thomsen,
I mean. Wouldn't any gay boy love to be…" He looked around, nobody was
sitting close to them. "… fucked by all those hot stallions?"

The professor grinned. "Oui, mon ami. Les films sont l'aventure, oui?" As
the professor withdrew his hand he touched Colin's neck very lightly.

"Please do it again, sir!" Colin whispered.

"What?" The man whispered too.

"Touch my neck like that again sir, please. If you do, I'll be your "Garcon
d'étage." You stay in a hotel don't you sir?" Colin smiled his best
white smile and blinked with his inviting deer-like eyelashes.

The touch from the French professor was more than an accident this
time. Colin closed his eyes and moaned gently.

"Yes, I do. Just across the park. I have seen you and Professor Thomsen
running by more than once. Third floor, room 301. Bienvenue, mon garcon!"
Professor Lumeau hurried out from the library.

The wet spot in Colin's sport shorts was hard to cover up. He would have to
do his Monday run alone, unless Roland was keen for company. Suddenly he
felt a bit sorry for Olav, his `piss-brother', in bed with another
youngster in Bergen.

"Stop pouting, Colin!" he told himself when he left for his next
lecture. "My plan is to get two hot professor cocks inside my pussy before
I leave for Dad at the end of the week. That's hot!"

***


"Who's the lucky one, Kiddo?" Kenny was lying on the bed scratching his
balls. Colin was running back and forth, dressing and styling his hair.

"Wouldn't you like to know? My turn for a date, don't you think? You are
dating every week, while I live like a faithful partner!" Colin grinned. He
looked in the full-length mirror. "Hope he likes my style," he thought.

Colin was dressed in the tightest possible black jeans, just bought in
London, a white silk singlet revealing much of his chest and his short cut
silver-grey summer jacket. For once his hair was styled too – a bit more
oiled than normal.

"If I was gay I would have fallen in love with you, Kiddo, and fucked you
till the early morning. You look like a damn sexy gigolo!" Kenny made some
fucking movements.

"Maybe I will come home early, and let you fuck me to the early morning
anyway!" Colin grinned again. "Gay or not, your cock is perfect, but you
know it, and that's your problem!"

Kenny opened his shorts and showed off a half-hard monster.

"Stop teasing me, Bully. I have no room for a hard-on in these jeans."
Colin cupped his crotch. He went up to Kenny's bed, bent over and gave his
room-mate's glistening cockhead a light kiss. Then he turned, gave Kenny a
thumbs up, and left.

Wandering along the park looking for the third hotel on the right, he
suddenly felt a bit stupid. "Date? What the fuck?" he thought. He was
invited for a movie and a glass of wine. But he was as horny as a goat, and
he knew that the French professor was single. He also knew the man had done
some research regarding his newest student.

The reception was empty. This establishment was more an old-fashioned
hostel than a hotel. Colin knew that some professors used to stay here
until they found a place to settle more permanently. Room 301 – no bell,
no sign. Colin knocked the door without hesitation. The door was opened
immediately. He was expected and met by a huge smile.

"Room service, sir! Pour servir, monsieur!" Colin stopped, but Professor
Lumeau grabbed his shoulders and kissed him in the French style on both
cheeks before pulling him tight.

"Bienvenue, Colin. I have waited for you, really. And you have dressed up
for me. Splendide, mon garcon, splendide! Entrez, s'il-vous-plait!" The man
talked with hands and gestures, very French.

"It's my pleasure, sir. First time I have been invited for a drink and…
some entertainment… by one of my teachers. I feel privileged." Colin was
shown to a deep chair in the old-fashioned furnished room.

"I hope you will like my red wine, Colin. It's from my family's own estate
in Bordeaux." The man served from a prepared carafe. "And please call me
Leon in private, Colin. Sante!" He lifted his glass.

"Leon – Lion – really? I need a lion professor. You know I'm a bit
lazy. You have to be hard with me, master me if you feel I need it. I'm not
the little wuss you think I am…" Colin stopped. "What am I up to?" he
thought.

The professor topped up both glasses. "You had some wishes regarding French
movies, Colin." Leon changed the subject. "My TV is rather old-fashioned,
but I have a large computer screen. Let me find some titles for us. Have
you heard of `Murmur of the Heart"? That's the English title." The man
crossed the floor.

Colin admired the man's tall, well-built body. "Hope I have a butt like
that when I'm forty-five," he thought.

 "I know it, but I haven't seen it. `Le soufflé au coeur' – a
fourteen old lad who wants to bed his mother – isn't that heart of the
story? Young Benoit Ferreux is an excellent actor!" Colin drank more
wine. Leon was there to top up his glass again.

"Could almost be me, you know. I guess Professor Thomsen has told you that
I live with my Dad who also is my lover!" Colin moved to the sofa beside
his teacher.

Leon did not reply but moved on "I have found one of your Cadinot
favourites too. It's on a new mix video – presenting cuts from all his
classic movies. Vous choisissez, mon ami." Colin felt the hand from the
library back on his shoulder. Colin moved closer. "You want me to start
with Louis Malle or do you prefer Cadinot as an aperitif?" Leon played with
Colin's neck, again like in the library.

"Leon, please tell me, sir. If a man invites a girl or a lad home to see
his model railway or stamp collection, is there always an alternative
agenda?" Colin asked. He tested the leg-to-leg movement. Leon did not turn
away, but stayed very close. He was more familiar with the wine than Colin,
and was not leaving the question of which film to watch yet.

Colin had checked that Leon had a light hairy upper body. The short-sleeved
shirt had three open buttons. His arm-muscles filled the shirt. A hand
landed now on Colin's knee. "Let's start with another glass of wine and
then some glimpses from Old Paris." Leon lifted the carafe.

"I need to find a toilet, sir. Straight to the point – I have to piss,
Leon!" Colin grinned.

"Come on, Colin. I'll show you the bathroom. It's by the entrance." Leon
directed Colin and opened the door to a combined bathroom and toilet. Colin
went inside and started by loosening his belt.

"Leon, please, help me with these tight pants or I'll pee all over the
place!" Colin smiled and removed his jacket. Both the singlet and the jeans
were like a second skin. "Don't be shy, sir – please turn the page to
the alternative agenda. I have a Norwegian friend. He says a true Norwegian
never pisses alone. Let's be Norwegians tonight, Leon." To Colin's
satisfaction he saw that Leon started to open his fly. The man was
rock-hard when he showed off his tool, and Colin had to turn for a better
look.

"You have a hot one there, Leon, really hot!" Colin swallowed when he saw
the dark veiny cock with the pink cockhead. All of the man's foreskin was
behind the head and Leon gave his dick some jerks. Then Leon suddenly
changed attitude. He turned Colin around and hugged him from behind. He
pressed his cock upwards between Colin's buttocks, which were still covered
by his tight jeans. At the same time, he found Colin's erect nipples and
played with them through the silky fabric.

"Mon ami! Superb!" Leon could hardly speak. He kissed Colin's neck and he
kissed his earlobes. With a fast movement he peeled off Colin's
singlet. Then he knelt and used both hands to pull down the boy's tight
jeans. Colin's globes were naked, the only piece of underwear seen from
behind was a narrow string through the arsecrack. Leon kissed the naked
skin and he licked the inner part of the crack. A very surprised Colin was
lightly rimmed by his professor. Colin turned around. The small white pouch
was wet as if he had already started to pee. The stiff cock with the sticky
cockhead was seen through the thin fabric.

"May I?" Again Leon swallowed. Colin answered by pulling the man's head
close. He played with his black curly hair while the man licked the pre-cum
from the fabric.

"I really have to piss, Leon. You want to drink me, don't you sir? You want
my yellow juice, most of it your own wine!" Colin didn't know what he said
just now. This was not part of his plan. Leon nodded, but said nothing. His
eyes were wet after the tough treatment.

"We can't risk your beautiful shirt, sir. Please let me help you." Colin
helped Leon to strip off the light blue shirt. The tanned body had some
dark body hair and Colin combed it with his fingers. Leon moaned at Colin's
touch and without help he removed his trousers and his boxers in one
movement. Above the stiff cock, Leon had a trimmed bush of dark hair with a
distinct trail up to his navel. Colin grabbed the smooth, low-hanging balls
and forced Leon down on his knees again.

"You ready, sir? If so, you have to free my little boy-prick for your
pleasure." Colin found Leon's eyes. With two trembling hands, the man
pulled down the small piece of wet underwear. His completely naked student
was standing in front of him like a living `Manneken Pis'. Without
hesitation he opened his mouth.

Colin put his stiff dick inside the open mouth and tried to pee. The
pressure was hard, and Colin really had to concentrate. He thought of his
`piss-brother' in Norway, and how they had enjoyed with yellow
piss-play. Now he was to feed the very handsome Frenchman his juice.

The flow started slowly. Peeing with a hard-on is not easy, and giving a
receiver just enough to swallow is also an art. Leon managed well. Colin
paused to let him swallow, and from time to time he just shot the stream
into the open mouth. Except for some drops falling on his dark body hair,
Leon took it all. With hands on Colin's buttocks, he forced the youngster's
cock into his mouth and sucked him dry with great skill. He even pulled
Colin's foreskin back and licked the furrow clean.

"Sweeter than any wine, young man. I guess there is some white cream in
here too!" Leon pinched Colin's balls down and played rather roughly with
his nuts. The excitement, the mouthwork and now the handwork made Colin
drip pre-cum again. The man used a finger to collect it before he sniffed
the finger and licked the juice.

"Sweet stuff, sweet boy. You want to cum?" Leon was still on his knees and
he had been playing with his own cock while giving Colin the mouth service.

"Oui, I want to cum. I want to shoot my load for you, sir. You are
`magnifique'. But we are not real piss-brothers yet, sir!" Colin looked
around. There was no real shower, but a huge old-fashioned bathtub. "With
lion's feet!" Colin thought while jumping into the tub.

"Please drown me in your golden shower, sir. Make me your
piss-slave. Please Leon, come on! I know you will love it." Colin sat down
at the end of the tub while Leon, after some hesitation, climbed in after
him.

"Please Leon, drench me!" Colin even opened his mouth to give the man a
signal of his desires.

Leon started slowly. He had managed to cool down his erection a bit so the
stream was still a young man's pride. He started to soak Colin's crotch,
before he directed the stream upwards. He went a bit closer and increased
the pressure when he hit Colin's face. He went from the chin into the open
mouth and made a frothy pond before he let the youngster swallow. He kept
clear of Colin's eyes and hair. The lad's hair was still styled. When he
had finished, Leon went up to Colin and gave him his cock to clean. The
weapon went rock-hard again in seconds. Colin used his tongue on the pink
cockhead, a head a bit smaller than Kenny's, at the end of a rather thin
cock, but long, very long, probably close to 25 cm (10 inches).

Colin turned around, spread his legs and used his hands to open his
arse-cheeks. "Please fuck me, sir. Please make me cum. I'm damn horny."
Colin felt really dirty.

"You think you can take my cock, mon garcon?" Leon grinned. "Yeah, I guess
you can. Professor Thomsen is bigger than me, isn't he? And he has fucked
you, I assume."

Colin did not comment. He just looked at his French professor with inviting
eyes. Leon reached for the hand lotion. "This will do, mon cher." He forced
two well-lubed fingers into Colin's boy-cunt. Trained, he found Colin's
prostate. Without hesitation he gave Colin a deep prostate massage. Later
Colin told his dad that he had never felt anything like it since he was
finger-fucked in the hammam in Morocco.

"Please, please, please!" Colin wriggled like a worm. "I'm, I'm, I'm…"
Colin was about to cum when Leon penetrated him and bottomed him without
warning. Then Leon withdrew and used his fingers on the prostate
again. Again Colin was screaming, and again Leon stopped, but forced his
cock back inside. Four times Leon did the same, but now he was too late.

"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" Colin pumped his seed
down into Leon's cupping hand. Leon withdrew when Colin ended his
ejaculation. Colin smiled when he watched his professor lick his spunk, and
then use the white cream to grease his own cock. Now he lifted Colin out of
the tub and placed him on a bench. He let the boy lift his legs and gave
him a pillow of towels. Without a word, he was inside Colin again. First he
used fingers on the sore prostate. Colin whimpered, but his little prick
was soon rock-hard again.

"You want me again, don't you, mon petit?" Leon kissed Colin's mouth for
the first time.

"Yes, yes. Be my master! Fuck me hard, very hard!" Colin rested his legs on
the man's shoulders. Leon was a stayer. He paused from time to time to
check Colin's prostate and soon he was satisfied.

"You are ready again, aren't you, garcon?" Leon's fingers left the swollen
boy-pussy.

"Oui, oui!" Colin rolled his eyes when Leon again penetrated
him. "I'm...you...damn, fuck!" Colin sprayed a combination of clear spunk
and white cream dots all over his own body as if his cumming was not to
end. Leon continued his pounding for some minutes, and then he
withdrew. After some jerkings he sent his load all over Colin's face and
open mouth. Together the two shared the results of their first bathroom
visit.

Soap-washed by his professor, dressed in a much too big robe, Colin sat on
the sofa with a relaxing glass of wine.

"I love this scene!" Colin said. Cadinot's `Gamins de Paris' had reached
his favourite scene – the scene where the lad's straight brother-in-law
sends his fiancée out and invites the youngster into his bed for a heavy
love performance.

"Ever seduced a straight man, Colin?" Leon put his hand inside Colin's
bathrobe and found a stiff boy-prick.

"Are there any?" Colin grinned.

***


"I heard you met Professor Lumeau on Monday." Colin was jogging beside the
Danish guest professor. "I guess he was a better runner than me." The man
was a bit breathless. They were back outside Colin's flat and slowing down
after a long run in the light rain. No suntanning today.

"You need some water, sir? Please come in. I'm alone." Colin invited. The
smell in the room was just like it used to be; gym, training equipment and
young men. For once Kenny had cleared away his dirty clothes.

Colin handed the man a clean towel. The professor's grey hair and goatee
were dripping wet after the run. "You are not in a hurry, are you sir? I
will leave for home in a couple of hours to see my dad. And then I leave
for a modelling job in Paris tomorrow."

Professor Thomsen was uncertain. A visit to a student's room was not very
proper, but he was pleased at his favourite student's care.

"Please take off your wet training gear, sir. I'll find a bathrobe for
you." Colin helped his teacher off with his wet t-shirt and wet shorts
without underwear.

"Your body is really like a Viking's!" Colin dried the man's
shoulders. "Did you participate in the Viking events in York this week? Any
nice chicks around?" Colin groped the man's low-hanging balls. Colin was
satisfied when he saw the professor's man-cock grow.

"Are you seducing me, Colin?" The man did not move away, but allowed Colin
to go on.

"Running behind you in the rain was really hot. You have a bum like a
youngster, sir," Colin answered.

"Then worship me! Serve me, kid!" The professor knelt on the old sofa,
spread his legs and gave Colin access to his arse and his hanging
balls. The cocksucker was not bad at rimming either and the professor was
ready for full treatment this Thursday afternoon.


Two hours later Colin drove his professor back to his apartment dressed in
Kenny's baggy shorts. The professor had now discovered how it was to be
ridden by a young student in a bed he normally shared with his buddy.

"Daddy, here I come!" Colin speeded up his yellow JustColin car in the
afternoon Glasgow traffic.

"Two professors' cocks in a week. Not bad!" he thought. "I wonder how
Castro has prepared his huge tool for the Paris event. I hope he doesn't
need blue pills to serve me!"


To be continued