Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2020 11:22:05 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 14

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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 14 (Private show + Scottish Highlands)


"Welcome to part two of our show, gentlemen." Reynard was on stage to
introduce the next segment. He looked around at the seated men and said,
"Colin is currently undergoing a medical examination and we are privileged
to be able to watch."

The curtains opened to reveal Colin standing on a weighing machine wearing
white briefs with a red insert at the crotch. Bill was wearing a white coat
and writing on a clipboard. "We have covered all the basics so come back
over to my desk, Colin," said Bill.

Bill dropped the clipboard onto his desk and pulled his chair out. "Now I'm
going to do a hernia test. Please drop your briefs and stand in front of
me."

"Yes, Doctor." Colin pushed his briefs to the floor, stepped out of them
and moved closer to Bill.

Bill reached out for Colin's left testicle. "Please turn your head to the
side and cough." Colin did as he was told. Bill had a good feel and then
took hold of the right testicle. "And again please."

Bill sat back. "No problems there but I see that your nipples are a bit
swollen. Can you suggest any reason for that?"

"Well..." Colin hesitated. "I like playing with my nipples and I...um, had
wooden clothes pegs attached to them earlier."

"Why did you do that? It must hurt," responded Bill.

"It does hurt but when my nipples are sore, my cock...I mean my
penis...becomes very stiff," replied Colin.

"That is an unusual phenomenon and I would like to witness it," said
Bill. "May I?"

"Yes, of course," replied Colin.

Bill opened the desk drawer. "I don't have any wooden pegs but these should
be a good substitute. They are Lane towel clamps." The stainless-steel
tools looked like scissors but with clamps in place of blades. "The clamps
have little teeth so they will bite into your nipples when clamped onto
them."

"I imagine they will hurt quite a lot," said Colin. His cock began to
stiffen.

"They will," confirmed Bill. "And when I let go of them, the weight of the
clamps will tug at your nipples. I will attach them one at a time."

Colin (and the audience) watched closely as Bill brought the teeth of one
clamp close to the left nipple. Colin gritted his teeth and then let out a
howl when Bill attached the clamp and let it go. He howled again when the
other clamp was attached to his right nipple. "They hurt like hell,
Doctor," he said.

"And yet your penis is fully erect," said Bill. He took hold of the stiff
cock between his finger and thumb and slowly wanked it. "So you masturbate
with pegs on your nipples?"

"Yes, Doctor," replied Colin.

"Do you play with other parts of your body while masturbating? Your
testicles, for example." Bill took hold of Colin's balls and pulled them
firmly downwards.

"Ouww! No, not my balls," said Colin. "I fuck myself with a dildo."

"Interesting," said Bill. "I require to examine your anus. Please come over
to the bench."

Reynard and Kasim had placed a bench at the far end of the catwalk while
everyone was focused on the main stage.

Colin followed Bill with the clamps still attached to his nipples. He
climbed onto the bench and lay down. Bill pulled gynaecological stirrups up
and Colin allowed his legs to rest in them. Bill adjusted the stirrups so
that Colin's legs were spread, leaving his arse crack wide open.

"What a pretty pink pucker!" Bill said. "I will need to use a speculum to
open you up and I think my colleague should witness this. Do you have any
objections?"

"It would be embarrassing but, if you think another doctor should be
present, that is okay with me," said Colin.

Bill turned to the audience. "You can come up one at a time for a close-up
view of Colin in this rather embarrassing position. You can also touch his
cock, his balls and his boy-cunt but, as before, you must not penetrate
him."

One by one the men visited Colin and enjoyed the sight of him naked and on
display for their pleasure. All of them groped his cock and balls as well
as fingering his arsehole. Alain "accidentally" knocked one of clamps,
causing Colin to moan loudly.

When all twelve were seated again, Bill brought out a stainless-steel
speculum and greased it up. Colin winced when it was inserted and then
moaned when Bill turned the knob and stretched his opening wide. Colin
winked at Bill when he felt that he had gone far enough.

Bill turned back to the audience and invited them to approach for a closer
look. "No touching this time," he said.

Colin didn't mind the men seeing him in this position but he kept his eyes
closed and thought about Castro. "The earlier dildo action and now this
should enable me to take his cock with little discomfort," he said to
himself.

Doctor Bill took control again. "I am pleased to report that there is no
damage, Colin. You must always be careful when using a dildo." He eased the
speculum out and lowered Colin's legs from the stirrups. Colin howled when
Bill removed the clamps and the blood returned to his abused nipples.

"That is your examination finished, Colin. You are free to go," said Bill.

"Thank you, Doctor," responded Colin. He then walked to the main stage,
smiled and then bowed to the audience.

Bill remained at the end of the catwalk to help Kasim remove the bench
while Reynard appeared on stage and put an arm around Colin's
shoulders. "Wasn't Colin brave?" he asked the audience. "Please show your
appreciation in the usual way."

The men applauded and Colin left the stage. Reynard looked around the room
and smiled. "Colin will be back in a few moments with Castro. Castro has
never been involved with porn before. He came to work on my farm, looking
after the horses. Colin lusted after Castro and he persuaded him to appear
on stage with him. I hope you will enjoy their performance."


"Thanks, Dad. I'm really horny after that," Colin told Bill.

"Ready for more punishment?" Castro appeared behind Colin.

Colin spun round and smiled up at the tall, well-built South American. "I
think I'm ready for you. Let's give these men a show they will never
forget."

Castro smiled and fixed a leather collar around Colin's neck. They waited
behind the curtain for Reynard's announcement and then Colin got down on
his hands and knees.

"Welcome Castro and his slaveboy, Colin," Reynard cried. The curtains
opened and Castro led Colin to the front of the stage.

There were some gasps at the sight of Castro towering over Colin. The
well-built South American was 190 cm (6ft 3in) tall - a full 30 cm (12
inches) taller than Colin - but he appeared even taller in the high-heeled,
platform-soled, black leather boots he was wearing. With his black leather
shorts, harness and arm bands, he also looked quite menacing. "Come, boy,"
ordered Castro. He tugged the leash and slowly led Colin down the catwalk.

Colin couldn't help see the expressions on the faces of the men watching
and many were clearly excited at seeing Colin in the BDSM scene that
Reynard had promised. Colin felt his cock stiffening once more.

At the end of the catwalk, Castro stopped and looked down at Colin and
said, "You want my cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," replied Colin, his head bowed.

"Beg for it," snarled Castro.

Colin knelt and held his arms as if he was a dog begging. "Please,
Master. Give me your cock."

"Pain comes before pleasure. You know that, boy?" said Castro.

"Yes, Master," Colin responded.

"Okay, follow me." Castro tugged the leash and Colin crawled behind him
onto the stage where a wooden St Andrew's cross had been set up.

Castro removed the leash and Colin stood with his back against the wooden
cross, without having to be told, with his arms and legs spread. Castro
fixed Colin's wrists and ankles to leather cuffs, binding him in a
spread-eagled position. He then picked up a multi-stranded cockwhip from
the small trolley at the side and lashed out at Colin's nipples.

Colin moaned but his cock became stiffer. He moaned more loudly when Castro
started using the little whip on his cock and howled when the whip started
hitting his balls. The noises were exaggerated to make it seem that he was
suffering more pain than he really was.

When Castro put the cockwhip down, Colin said, "Thank you, Master." Then he
groaned when he saw the man approach with nasty-looking tit-clamps. Colin
yelled when the teeth of the spring-loaded clamps bit into his left
nipple. He whimpered as the other clamp was brought near his right nipple
and then let out another yell. "Those really hurt, Master," he said with a
pained look on his face. However some in the audience noticed that he
pumped out more pre-cum.

"Just wait until I add weights to them," sneered Castro. Moments later he
attached small weights to the tit-clamps and Colin howled again.

Castro smiled at the audience and saw that a few of the men were groping
themselves. "Time for ball-weights next," he told them. He picked up a
leather parachute ball-stretcher and weights from the trolley and knelt to
fix these to Colin's balls. Colin moaned when Castro let the weights go and
they tugged his balls down and pulled his rock-hard cock away from his
body.

Colin whimpered when plastic clothes pegs were attached to his inner thighs
but then said, "No, Master. Please..." when he saw Castro light a thick
candle.

"Don't tell me what to do, boy!" Castro picked up the cockwhip and lashed
out at Colin's stiff cock. The teenager threw his head back and whimpered
loudly as his cock received three hits.

A loud yell followed the first drop of hot wax on Colin's cock. More loud
cries accompanied each drop as wax fell on the shaft and the cockhead. The
audience were unaware that the candle was one with a low melting point but
they knew the wax wouldn't hurt Colin much because Castro was dropping the
wax from high above where it landed.

Finally Castro stood back and let the audience admire Colin "suffering" in
bondage. With weighted clamps on his nipples, pegs pinching his thighs,
weights tugging at his balls and his whipped coated in wax, Colin was
certainly experiencing discomfort. He was also very turned on.

"You have done well, boy," Castro told Colin. "You may now serve my cock."

"Thank you, Master," responded Colin. He looked on as Castro removed the
clothes pegs and the weights but left the tit-clamps in place.

Castro then removed the cuffs from Colin's wrists and ankles. Colin dropped
to his knees in front of the man and bowed his head. "I am ready to serve
you, Master," he said.

Castro undid the velcro fastenings and tossed his shorts to the side. There
were loud gasps from the audience and then some murmurings when they saw
the size of Castro's cock. They had thought Kasim's was enormous but this
one was even bigger. It was fully 30 cm (12 inches) long and as thick as a
normal man's wrist.

When silence returned, Colin lifted his head and then bent forward to kiss
the massive cockhead. He followed this by kissing each of Castro's big
balls and then licking upwards until he reached the cockhead. He licked all
around the glans and opened his mouth wide to take the cockhead between his
lips. Naturally Colin couldn't take much of the cock into his mouth but the
men in the audience were aroused when Castro simulated face-fucking Colin.

After a few minutes, Castro pulled back and tossed two large cushions at
the front of the stage. "Bend over them and prepare to get fucked," he
ordered Colin.

Colin piled one cushion on top of the other and then bent over them,
side-on to the audience. Castro lubed up his throbbing cock before striding
over and kicking Colin's legs further apart. Colin's arse had been lubed up
prior to him returning to the stage but Castro applied some more and
finger-fucked him to prepare him for what was to follow.

Colin moaned when a second finger joined the first but he was feeling quite
relaxed. The third finger caused a genuine moan. Many in the audience
enjoyed the sight of Castro's fingers fucking Colin but doubted the teen
could manage his enormous cock.

Finally Castro lined his cockhead up against Colin's hole and started
applying pressure. Colin gritted his teeth and pushed back but he couldn't
help screaming when the cock burst through his sphincter. Castro paused to
allow Colin time to get used to his size. He had about 8 cm (3 inches) of
his thick cock inside Colin's arse and both of them knew that the audience
would enjoy the sight of Castro's dark cock splitting the cheeks of Colin's
pale, round globes.

Colin grunted when Castro pushed deeper. "That hurts," he said.

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Castro.

"No, it hurts in a good way," replied Colin. "I want to have it all inside
me."

Castro thrust forward in stages until eventually the whole of his enormous
cock was buried deep inside Colin's arse. More than one member of the
audience gasped in disbelief that Colin could take it and apparently enjoy
it.

Castro waited a moment and then began to fuck Colin properly. He started
off with short, slow thrusts but soon his thrusts became longer, faster and
more forceful. Colin whimpered under the pounding but his cock throbbed and
leaked pre-cum continuously. Occasionally Castro would slow down for a few
minutes and then build up speed again. He didn't want to cum too quickly
but he also wanted to give the audience what they wanted to see - Colin
taking a long, hard pounding from a much bigger, well-hung man.

"Oh, don't stop!" Colin cried when Castro pulled out.

"I want you on your back," responded Castro.

Colin stood up and re-arranged to two large cushions to form a
mattress. Then he lay down on it and pulled up his legs up and back. Castro
knelt and positioned his cockhead against Colin's hole. He raised an
eyebrow and Colin answered with a slight nod. Castro then took hold of
Colin's thighs for leverage and rammed his thick 30 cm (12 inch) cock deep
inside in a single thrust.

Colin let out an exaggerated yell. "Pain and pleasure," Castro said before
starting to thrust in and out once more. He fucked Colin hard for about
three minutes and then stopped and pulled the clamps from Colin's swollen
nipples. Colin screamed as the blood returned to the tender nubs but more
pre-cum leaked from his cock.

"Ready to take my load?" Castro asked as he began to fuck Colin faster once
more.

"Yes, Master," replied Colin. He was very close to cumming. The removal of
the tit-clamps had almost taken him over the edge and he knew that a final
pounding from Castro would do it.

As Castro gave his prostate a battering, Colin could feel his orgasm
approaching. "I'm cumming, Master. I'm sorry but I can't wait for you," he
cried. Then he gasped and surprised the audience with another hands-free
spunking. It was also a bigger one than before. White boy-cream flew up
into the air to land in droplets across his face and then his chest.

Castro continued to fuck Colin but at a slower pace. Then, when he was
satisfied that Colin was finished, he pulled his cock from Colin's arse and
began to wank furiously. It took only a few moments before he roared and
started shooting off. Volley after volley of thick spunk was fired at Colin
with most of it landing across the teen's face.

Castro finally bent forward and placed his cockhead just in front of
Colin's mouth. The audience watched open-mouthed as Colin's tongue came out
and licked the cockhead clean.

Colin raised his head to smile at the audience. Cum dripped from his eye
lashes and his nose. It slowly ran down his cheeks and his chin. The
JustColin model looked sluttier than the men had ever imagined.

Using his fingers, Colin started to push the cum from his face into his
mouth. "I love eating man-cum," he told the audience. He looked around and
smiled as he ate the cum. When he was finished, he turned over to lie on
his front.

"Isn't that a beautiful arse?" Castro asked the audience. "You can't fuck
it but, if you're horny and desperate for relief, you are allowed to
masturbate and shoot your cum onto it."

Several of the men stood up immediately, displaying big tents at the front
of their trousers. They unzipped, pulled out their cocks and began
wanking. Other men soon followed.

Colin raised his head and smiled as he looked over one shoulder and then
the other at the men staring at his bum and wanking furiously. "Yes, cum
over me. Coat my bum in man-cream," he said.

One by one the men unloaded over Colin, with most of their cum landing on
his rounded buttocks. After cumming, they stepped aside to let others
closer but they continued to play with their cocks as they watched Colin
taking load after load.

Finally the men were finished. They put their cocks away, now feeling a
little embarrassed.

"Thanks, guys. That was probably the closest I will ever get to a gang-bang
and I loved it," said Colin. He slowly got to his feet. Some cum fell to
the floor but most ran down the backs of his legs. He took Castro's hand
and they walked up to the main stage where Reynard was waiting.

"I hope you all enjoyed that, gentlemen," smiled Reynard. "I have a feeling
that Colin will have a sore boy-pussy for some days."

The audience smiled and applauded as Colin and Castro bowed and then left
the stage.

"Colin obviously needs to shower after that but he will return later to say
goodbye," continued Reynard. "In the meantime, Kasim will set up a screen
where we can show you samples from Blake's photo albums and Colin's
videos. I am confident that you will want some souvenirs of this very
special evening. Thank you, gentlemen."

As Reynard attended to the twelve men, Colin gave Castro a quick kiss and
then hurried into Bill's arms. "That was fun, Dad. Did you enjoy watching
it?"

"I did but I was jealous of Castro." Bill hugged Colin tightly and kissed
him before lifting him up and carrying him to shower.


When Bill and Colin returned to join the others in the dressing room, they
were approached by Blake and Dan. "You put on an amazing show, Colin," said
Dan. "We didn't see it all but we loved the final part with Castro."

"I still don't know how you managed to take a cock that big," said
Blake. "Wasn't it very painful?"

"It hurt a bit, I admit," Colin said. "I've had lots of practice with big
cocks over the years and that is the biggest. I can only manage it when I'm
really horny. Bill has just applied some soothing cream to reduce the
pain."

"I don't think I'd ever be horny enough to take one that big but I would
love to be fucked hard on stage like that," smiled Blake. "And I think the
CBT you suffered was more than I could ever manage."

"I have always enjoyed having my nipples abused," said Colin. "Bill taught
me to take other punishments. You should stick to what turns you on."

"Being fucked," grinned Blake. Then he looked serious and asked, "Why are
you wearing only a bathrobe? Monsieur Reynard said that we will be meeting
the audience again to say goodbye and I thought I had to be fully dressed."

"I like to give the men another look at my cock," replied Colin. "It has
become a habit for me to say goodbye in an open bathrobe."

"I'd love to show them my bum again," said Blake.

"Then whip off your shorts and briefs," Colin said. "Nobody will complain
if you say goodbye wearing only that polo shirt."

Blake grinned and stripped down as Colin had suggested. His cock stiffened
in anticipation of displaying himself once again.

Just then Pierre came over and said it was time for Blake and Colin to join
Reynard and say goodbye to the audience.

Colin enjoyed it as always and Blake was thrilled because several men
groped his cock and patted or squeezed his buttocks. He was thrilled even
more when he learned that almost everyone had ordered copies of his sexy
photos.

Dan was pleased to hear about the sales of photo albums too and was even
more confident that Blake would be a successful porn actor.

Colin was happy to swap phone numbers with Blake and agreed they might meet
occasionally in the future. However he stressed to Blake that his education
was currently his main priority. Blake shook Bill's hand and offered to
send him a copy of his first official video.


Alone with Bill later, Colin asked, "Was I ever keen as Blake to get naked
in front of older men?"

Bill laughed. "Well, you never suggested doing porn movies or appearing
naked in front of groups of men but you loved doing sexy stuff in front of
Reynard's camera. And you did pose for sexy photos when you were even
younger."

Colin smiled. "True but those photos were for a very limited audience."

Bill nodded. "Blake wants a different thrill and I'm sure he knows that he
can't have a long career as a porn actor. He will be do well if he invests
his money wisely."

"My savings are growing nicely and I plan to use some on a special trip for
us at Christmas," said Colin.

"You shouldn't spend your money on me," said Bill. "I'd be happy with a
quiet Christmas at home."

"Maybe but I have an idea for something that will give us both pleasure,"
responded Colin. "It must remain a secret for now."

"You like making secret plans." Bill smiled and kissed Colin. "It's time we
went to sleep now."

Colin yawned. "Goodnight, Dad."

***


Colin wasn't ready to take Bill's cock the next morning but he was eager
for a mouthful of cum. Bill was only half-awake when Colin started sucking
him. He just smiled and lay back, allowing Colin to do as he pleased. It
didn't take long before Colin was gulping down a load of his favourite
daddy-cream.

Colin licked his lips. "Yummy as always," he said before giving Bill a
loving kiss. "Morning, Dad."

"Good morning, my darling." Bill smiled and hugged Colin.

"It's gone nine," said Colin. "We need to get up and join the others for
breakfast."

"I suppose so. We need to be at the airport by 12.30 and I hate rushing,"
said Bill.


They followed their usual morning routine and then headed downstairs for
breakfast. "I wonder if Christian will join us. Last night I asked Reynard
to invite him," said Colin. Bill looked puzzled. "I worked out that he was
the owner of this place. He was the only one at the last show as well as
this one," explained Colin.

Colin and Bill were the last to arrive for breakfast. Reynard, Pierre,
Kasim and Castro called out greetings while the other man stood up and
said, "Good morning. I hope you slept well."

"Good morning, Christian," smiled Colin. "We slept very well and we are
very happy to meet you properly."

Bill hurried over to shake the man's hand. "Yes, indeed. It's a pleasure to
meet you at last."

Colin now stood beside Bill. "Since you are already well acquainted with my
body, I trust that I can receive a hug rather than a handshake," he said to
Christian.

The man smiled and hugged Colin. Then he said, "Please help yourself to
food and sit beside me." He indicated the hot and cold buffet set out
nearby.

Christian continued when Colin and Bill were seated. "I guess I should not
have attended last night's show if I wanted to avoid you finding out my
identity. However I couldn't resist seeing you again."

Colin smiled. "You were the most handsome man in the audience last time. I
remembered you immediately. But did you enjoy the show? Wasn't it quite
similar to the last one?"

"There were some similarities but I loved every moment," smiled
Christian. "Especially when you asked me to push jelly into your pussy with
my fingers."

Colin laughed. "I thought that you deserved a special privilege since you
were the owner of this beautiful house."

Christian shook his head. "You didn't have to do that. I will not forget
that honour. Any time that you are visiting Paris - with or without Bill -
you are welcome to stay here as my guest."

"That is very kind of you," said Colin. "I love visiting France but I don't
know when I will be back."

"I will give you my phone number and email address," responded
Christian. "You will always be welcome."

Colin smiled and got stuck into his breakfast.

Later, on the way to the airport, Colin turned to Bill and said, "It was
nice of Christian to offer us accommodation any time we are in Paris. Do
you think he might like to visit us?"

"I don't see why he wouldn't. We don't have a big house like him but we
live in a beautiful part of Scotland," replied Bill. "What are you
planning?"

"Nothing definite," smiled Colin. "He is very handsome though and he told
me he'd like to fuck me during the first private show he attended."

Bill rolled his eyes but said nothing.

***


The yellow sports car marked with JustColin left the motorway north of
Glasgow. The weather was a bit grey and the temperatures were not
summer-like, but Colin was in an excellent mood. After previous weekends
away in London and France, he was happy to get away from city life. He'd
had a good week at university and he was pleased with himself for having
completed an important paper he had worked on for the past month. But
mainly he was happy because he was on his way to his Highland cottage to
meet Uncle George, the only real grandpa figure in Colin's life.

Colin didn't know all the lyrics and he was not a good singer, but now he
filled the car singing along to Scottish folksongs playing on his
smartphone. He was soon into the narrower Trossachs roads and calmed down
in the bends. Soon he would see the silhouette of the small village not far
from Loch Katrine. On the left he passed a stud-farm run by one of Uncle
George's nephews, but he just hurried on this morning. A man on horseback
knew the unique car and waved. The youngster responded with a toot from the
horn.

Soon he passed the gravel road leading to the old church ruins where he had
played heavy sex games more than once, and even had been fucked by his
Norwegian professor last year when he visited the cottage for the first
time.

Colin had to adjust his stiff dick. He was damned horny. He had been
thinking of sex since he'd left the apartment and his room-mate
behind. Kenny had been frustrated when Colin had denied him his morning
fuck, and just replaced it with a fast blow-job. For once the youngster
wanted to save what was in his balls.

The first thing to be seen was the church tower, but soon the rest of the
sleepy village showed up, welcoming the youngster. Beside his dear Bill's
home in south-west Scotland, Colin felt very much at home in the Highland
cottage. He had cried when Uncle George, almost eighty, had handed him the
key and told him that the place was his to use at any time, and that
ownership would be formally transferred the day he was gone. But Colin had
forgotten all thoughts about age and health when the old guy had carried
him to his bed and made love to him as if he was a fiery stallion.

Light smoke from the chimney told Colin that Uncle George was in the
kitchen. He also guessed that hot chocolate waited for him. He smiled when
he saw the furrowed face of the old hunter through the window when he
stopped the car outside the little village house.

"Failte air balach. Welcome!" Uncle George met Colin with open arms and
hugged him tight. "Please come inside, laddie. I have some hot chocolate
for you after the long drive!"

Just inside the door and Colin was back in Uncle George's arms again. The
kisses were deep and tender. "How are you, Uncle? I heard you were back in
hospital recently," Colin asked.

"Rumours! You have seen the boys recently, I guess. They worry for no
reason. I'm fine. The doctor told me to carry on as always, no pills,
nothing!" The man Ð eighty next month Ð snorted. "The young lad from
the post office was here last week. He didn't complain!" The old man
winked, placed Colin at the kitchen table and brought him a cup of
chocolate and a huge piece of rhubarb tart. Uncle George knew what was his
`laddie's' favourite.

"But how are you then, Colin dear? I thought your new professor was going
to come with you this weekend. Danish isn't he?" The old man sat down with
a black coffee at the table, very close.

"Professor Thomsen is coming tomorrow. He had a job tonight, so I'll see
him tomorrow. I hope you will let me stay here overnight, Grandpa." Colin
found Uncle George's open hand.

"I'd very much love you to stay! The boys will bring the four-wheeler for
you tomorrow morning. Eat now, kid." The man was one big smile.

"Tell me about your new professor. Is he as hot as the Norwegian? Professor
Thor couldn't get enough of you, could he?" Uncle George placed his hand on
Colin's upper leg. "Sorry lad, you know all about my bad eyes. I have to
use my hands, you know?" He grinned and Colin moved closer and spread his
legs.

Like a small kid, Colin licked his chocolate-coated lips before
speaking. "Honestly, I'm not sure. He isn't easy to work out. He's a bit
like an actor, you know, and he thinks I'm more innocent than I am. I'll
test him at the cottage." Colin grinned when George found his bulge.

"Be careful, laddie. But you know the place well. I was up there yesterday,
and there's plenty of wood, and water in the washhouse. I filled up the
grease-box Ð on the shelf above the bed." George squeezed Colin's
erection.

Colin leaked pre-cum. It was a non-erotic situation, but for him it was
foreplay. The mention of the special black fucking cream made Colin blush
like a teenager caught wanking. "It's very hot here today, Uncle. I'm
sweating!" Colin started to strip off his sweatshirt.

"Please let me help you, Colin dear. Stand here in front of me. I have to
inspect you, you know. It's been a long time since you were here. I have
some real clothes for you too, but we'll find those later." George helped
Colin off with his sweatshirt and his t-shirt in a single movement. The
youngster's nipples grew hard at the action. Old fingers checked the small
erections. Colin moaned at the rough treatment.

"What's the colour? You are growing darker, are you? A real man has brown
roses!" The old man played with the hard nipples.

Uncle George found Colin's belt and pulled down the blue jeans. The small
white bikini had three wet spots on the front. "You're dripping like a
young stallion, Colin. Nobody licked you today?"

"No, Uncle. I've saved all my juices for you. I know you like to empty me
Ð I soon have to, I'mÉ" Colin pulled down the small underwear and was
naked in the hot kitchen. Two old hands searched the smooth body.

"You are almost totally smooth again, kid." George cupped Colin's balls
with one hand and used the other to touch the dark fuzz above the stiff 10
cm (4 inch) cock.

"Aye, for the modelling job," Colin commented.

"What about your private entrance?" George let Colin lie down across his
lap. The old kilt George always wore did not hide his excitement. The man
used open hands to caress the two round globes.

"Your Dad hasn't needed to punish you lately, I can see." George
grinned. "Different last time I inspected you, son."

"My old man is growing softer, and I'm wiser!" Colin laughed, but then
moaned with pleasure when George spread his buttocks and spat in the crack.

"No hair, laddie!  You're like a baby, but your entrance is a bit
swollen. Some big tools recently?" George used two fingers to play with the
ring before he pushed his fingers inside.

Colin did not want to tell him about Castro, so he just lifted his hips a
bit, and let George's fingers continue.

"Let's see if your real brain in working well?" George let his two fingers
rotate until he found the spot he searched. Then he pressed and stopped,
pressed and stopped.

Colin was soon yelling. "I'm cumming, Grandpa. I'm cumming...can't
wait...please, please!"

George had felt this action coming. With one hand he continued the
pressure. With the other hand he had cupped Colin's cockhead. George had
milked youngsters before. He continued the pressure until Colin was empty.

Colin's muscles continued to work even after the last drops of cum had left
his little swollen prick. "How do you do that, Uncle?" Colin licked
boy-milk from the cupped hand, but left most for his old partner.

"You mean, how do I know how to milk you? I was born on a dairy farm,
remember. I've even been involved in horse breeding, and I have had two
young nephews begging for relief when the silly girls around left them with
blue balls. So son, you are not the only one I have had to help." Uncle
George smiled.

"Uncle, sorry, after all the drinking, I have to pee, and...and..." He
tried to rise from the man's lap.

"Okay. I'll help you, son. I see that are you still hard. You never get
enough, do you? A real Scot, a real Scot!" Uncle George helped Colin into
the bathroom at the rear of the house.

"Please stay, Uncle!" Colin was standing beside the bowl, but nothing
happened. The erection made his cock red, and his face was red too. He
tried to bend his cock down for a piss. Still nothing happened.

"Okay, son. You know what we have done before." The old man sat down on the
edge of the bath ready to open his mouth. Colin moved forward. "Relax,
laddie. Close your eyes and pretend you are out in the woods. Let's do it!"

Colin filled the man's mouth with his yellow juice. The stream was rather
light so the receiver took it all. Not a drop of Colin's fluid dripped down
the man's chest. Colin didn't want an ending so he never withdrew. George
didn't want to stop either. Even if oral sex wasn't his favourite thing, he
gave Colin's dick and balls all the service a youngster could wish.

George cupped Colin's buttocks and spread them. With four fingers, two from
each hand, he again opened Colin's arse and played with the rosebud and the
crack. Heavy moaning filled the bathroom when Colin had his second orgasm
of the day. With gritted teeth and hands around the back of the man's head
he forced his cock inside, and came. Spurt after spurt, filled the old man,
who again ate everything he was served.

With smiling eyes Colin knelt in front of George. "Please let me give you
back, Uncle. You are so damn good!" He lifted the old man's kilt and found
the old hunter's veiny cock. The naked glans was wet and the cock was hard
like a teenager's when Colin licked the pre-cum from the piss-slit. The
cock was long enough, about 20 cm (8 inches), but a bit thinner than what
Colin had taken lately. Colin filled his mouth and tried to get it all
inside.

"Please don't, Colin. I know what you prefer and I know what I want. Come
with me, please." The man dropped his kilt, lifted the youngster in his
arms and carried him to his bedroom.

Colin acted now. He kissed the old man and made him lie down
comfortably. Then he took the tub George gave him and greased the waiting
cock with the black cream. Colin was wet enough after the previous
treatments and so he said, "I'm ready. How do you want me?"

George smiled. "Please ride me like the first time I met you outside the
cottage in the woods.

The lad was easy to ask. In one single slow-motion action he lowered
himself all the way down onto the old, but hard, cock. Then with cock fully
inside him, he gave the old man his lips and started on a ride that lasted
almost half an hour. George did all he could to slow down. He loved
this. Colin did what he could to cum for the third time, but George never
let him. In the end Colin couldn't do more. "I'm cumming now, Uncle. I'm
going toÉtoÉforce you to stop!" Colin used his arse muscles for the
last time.

With a hoarse roar, Uncle George filled his protŽgŽ with his
spunk. Colin needed two or three jerks and then he blasted off for the
third time that morning. The mixture of clear liquid and `egg white'
fastened onto Uncle George's grey body hair.

Moments later Colin was fast asleep.

"You slept for a while, lad. You must be starving. I've put an old t-shirt
in the bathroom. That's all you need. There's hot water in the tank and the
crofters pie will be ready in fifteen minutes. Off you go!" Uncle George
spanked Colin's naked butt!


To be continued