Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2020 18:42:23 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 19

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activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.

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COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL

Chapter 19 (York/Denmark)

"Thank you very much for a fantastic walk on the city walls." Colin gave
the old doctor his hand. "I could never have had a better guide, and you
have taught me more about the `War of the Roses' - the battles between the
Houses of York and Lancaster - than many long lessons in school. And thank
you for testing myÉabilities." Colin grinned and cupped his crotch.

"Sorry that you are in such a hurry, young man. I could have taken you to
my clinic for more specific inspections." The old man hugged Colin. With
one hand he followed the teenager's spine down to his bum and let two
fingers press hard against the lad's backdoor. Colin moaned in surprise and
stayed in the man's arms.

"I would have loved that inspection, sir, but as I told you we leave for
Denmark tomorrow afternoon." Colin looked at his watch. He was late for his
appointments. "I'll send a parcel to your grandson with some new sexy
models of underwear. I will use your address, sir. Don't steal the
contents!"

The old man placed an open hand on Colin's cheek. "Take care, son. If you
come back to York, you will stay with me. Okay?" The man smiled. Then he
locked up the huge door and watched Colin hurry down Micklegate to find
Bill's pub.

Colin heard music and laughter from inside the pub. He wondered if he
should use the back door. He didn't want to meet Gilbert or his grandson
just now, but he had to see Bill before he returned to the youth centre for
the night.

A signal from his mobile phone told him that he had a message from the
professor. "Please come to the Viking tent at 10. Be alone! Svend."

Colin felt his balls shrink and his boy-cunt twitch. He was so damn
horny. He felt the wet spot in the tight underwear he had received from the
ballet-dancing youngster. He knew that if he met Gilbert or his grandson,
he would be in bed minutes later. But now he was sure that his professor -
that Svend - would fuck him tonight. He had longed for that every day since
the hot weekend in the Highlands.

Colin found the path through the garden. The back door was open and he
hurried upstairs to the room they rented. There was nobody there. "Dad must
be downstairs in the pub," he thought. Music from below filled the room.

"I must prepare for tonight," Colin said to himself and hurried to
undress. Naked, he ran to the bathroom and had a shower. Then he packed up
a small bag with what he needed and dressed in some sports gear. A break in
the music below let him hear noises in the attic.

"I must ask the kid to tell Dad that I have collected my stuff," Colin
thought. He went up the ladder-like stairs to the attic room. There were
sounds of action inside, and the door was partly open.

Colin was about to knock the door when he saw the couple inside on the
bed. Two legs were folded around a man's neck, and he knew that man very
well.

"You are not as tight as Colin," he heard. "But you are damn tight too,
baby boy."

"And you so big, sir. Bigger thanÉahÉfuckÉfuck.." Colin heard the
boy scream when the man docked him. "More, sir, moreÉ let me cum again,
againÉplease!"

Colin felt like an intruder, or a sick voyeur. He put a hand inside his
baggy shorts and wanked. The sight of his daddy fucking the young redhead
was like a hot porn video, and he knew that if he went inside he would be
part of a hot threesome again. He looked at the watch - 9:30. He had to
hurry. Downstairs he sent a message. "See you tomorrow morning, dad. I've
cleaned my arse for the professor. Don't miss me tonight! Love Colin."

The Viking tent was part of a touristic Viking camp, populated in the
daytime for visitors' amusement. Two flaming torches were placed outside
the tent. Colin could not see anybody around, not even shadows. He
stopped. He thought he heard something. Suddenly a bag was placed over his
head, and two pairs of arms locked around his body. He tried to escape, but
he was held tight.

"Take it easy, boy!" A man's voice. "You will not be hurt, not much
anyway!" Laughter followed. Colin was all but carried by what he thought
was two men. He understood that he had been taken inside the tent. He could
smell smoke and sweat. His hands were bound by ropes and he understood that
the ropes were connected to a pole. The men left and he felt all alone. He
tried to get rid of the bag that covered his head, and he tried to get
loose from the ropes.

Colin knew that his professor was into acting, and he knew that some of his
plays were related to Viking history. He had expected the students to set
up a sort of play in Denmark, but what happened here in York this evening
was unexpected.

A draught in the room and the sound of metal told Colin that something was
happening. "Please, free me from the blindfold!" Colin begged. "I don't
feel comfortable. I want to know what's going on." There was no answer, but
he heard footsteps. He also heard a sound as if someone was sitting down in
front of him.

A man dressed as a Viking chief, was followed by two masked men. The chief
was heavily painted on his face and upper body, dressed only with an animal
skin around his hips. The masked men were dressed in some sort of long
robes split from the waist. They had leather collars and tight golden ropes
around their arms and ankles and from the side you could see that, except
for the robe, they were completely naked.

"Welcome the slave to the Hof (Viking temple)!" Colin smiled when he heard
his professor's voice. Svend was not the greatest actor. The two men went
close to Colin and freed him of the bag around his head. Coming from
complete darkness to light made it difficult to see what was going on. An
open fire gave some light, and torches beside the high-stool lit Svend
dressed as the chief. Beside him and in front of Colin were two dark
statues. Colin knew one of them well. It was a statue of the Norse god
Freyr, the ruler of peace and fertility, with a phallus bigger than any
Colin had ever seen. The other statue must be his sister Freyja, the Norse
goddess of love, but also death. Her cunt was painted red. Colin did not
like the sight.

"You are here to worship the gods of love, slave. Why are you dressed? You
know slaves are not allowed to be dressed in the Viking Temple." Svend
talked like a minister.

"I'm sorry, master. I didn't know!" Colin guessed he was to play obedient.

"Undress him and tie him to the altar!" Svend addressed the two men. Colin
tried to see if he knew them. One of the men was dark-skinned, or painted
all over. The other was lightly haired, fair skinned and with
carrot-coloured hair. Both of the bodies were athletic, and seemed to
belong to younger men.

Colin was stripped from all his clothes, his shoes and his
socks. Completely naked he was placed beside the altar fronting both the
wooden sculptures and the chief on his stool. His wrists were bound behind
his back.

"Bring the mead!" Svend clapped his hands. A young man Ð probably
another slave since he was naked but for a mask Ð brought a bowl of
Viking mead up to the altar. Colin tried to see if he knew the guy. He
guessed it was Brian - his dad's admirer from the train the other day. He
was a curly redhead, but Colin had only seen him fully dressed.

The slave bid Colin to drink, before he served the two priests. Finally he
served Svend. "Drink the rest, slave!" Svend commanded Colin. "You will
need it!" Now Colin was forced to drink, some ran down his body. The grey,
quite strong mead, hit Colin's erection and his balls, dripping down his
legs to the mud floor. The youngster soon left the way he had arrived.

"Worship the gods now, slave. Kneel!" Svend ordered. Colin was pushed down
in front of the Freyr phallus. A hand on his head told him that he had to
worship the wooden cock. With some eagerness Colin followed the order. He
licked and sucked until the phallus was glistening with dripping
saliva. After a short while he was pulled in front of the Freyja statue. He
knew what to do. The clit was formed like a small stiff cock. Colin closed
his eyes and did the job required of him.

"And now worship the priests, slave!" Svend gave new orders. The skin
around his hips had loosened and his stiff cock was clearly visible. Colin
turned away from the statues. Both the priests had opened their robes and
sported half-hard cocks, heavily painted. Still on his knees, and still
bound, he crept up to the men. For the next few minutes he sucked and
licked their dripping cocks. The black priest was very well-hung with a
cock completely hairless; the other was a redhead with a wild growing bush
and a rather small, but thick, dick.

"Prepare the slave!" Again Svend clapped his hands. The naked youngster
arrived at once carrying a bowl of oil. The priests placed Colin on the
altar. They loosened the ropes to free his arms, lifted and spread his legs
and gave the red-headed slaveboy access to his boy-cunt. With hands and
fingers, the youngster oiled Colin's arse. At the end the boy was almost
fisting Colin with four oily fingers. Colin alternately whimpered and
moaned at the treatment. His cock was iron-hard and dripping pre-cum. The
priests dipped their fingers in the holy oil and worked Colin's nipples,
his cock and his balls. The sounds from Colin told everybody that he was
close to cumming.

From the altar, the boy went to the statues and dripped holy oil on
them. With two hands he oiled the wooden phallus.

"Let the slave get the god's blessing!" Svend sounded very excited. The two
priests lifted Colin and placed him with the phallus close to his arsehole.
"Ride Freyr and get his blessing!"

The priests helped Colin to take the phallus. The oily wooden cock was easy
for the lad, but he couldn't ride it until the priests let his upper body
bend. In doggy-style he was the active rider. The wooden dildo was a good
cock. The cockhead gave the lad's internal love-button constant
pressure. Colin dripped pre-cum in a long sticky thread and that was caught
by collecting fingers from one on the priests. Afterwards the priest used
the pre-cum to paint the statue's lips.

"Prepare Freyja!" Svend commanded again. The youngster was there in
seconds, bringing a double-ended black rubber dildo. One part fitted
perfectly into the wooden cunt, and Freyja looked ready to fuck and be
fucked at the same time. Colin had not liked the thought of using his own
tiny cock inside the red-painted wooden cunt, but he was more than willing
to let the priest feed him with the 30 cm (12 inch) flexible rubber cock,
well-oiled by the young, red-headed slave. Colin took the dildo with great
pleasure, moaning and putting on a show in the Viking tent. Sven had pushed
his loincloth aside now and was slowly wanking his huge tool.

"I'm cumming, master. Yes, yes, I'm cumming! I have to...I have
toÉAaahh" Colin shouted, his first words since he had been joined by the
others in the tent. In seconds, the young boy was there with a small glass
bowl, and when Colin started to shoot his load, he collected every drop of
the boy-milk. Excitement had filled Colin's balls, and he shot his eight or
nine spurts into the bowl that the boy afterwards placed on the altar.

"Clean him!" Svend shouted. The boy hurried forward and licked Colin's
dripping cock. Now Colin recognised Brian's eyes through the mask.

"Worship your chief now, slave!" Svend gave Colin a sign to come forward to
the high stool.

Colin crawled on all fours up to his master for the evening. He found
Svend's feet, licked them and sucked the toes. With both hands he followed
his legs all the way up his hanging balls. The man spread his legs and gave
Colin full access. His balls were shaved now and Colin licked the sweaty
balls with great pleasure. The man moaned and roared when Colin, rather
roughly, filled his mouth with his sensitive wet glans.

After ten minutes of sucking and licking his master, Colin started to leak
again. Svend lifted him so he was standing on the stool beside him. Colin
pushed his hips forward and Svend opened his mouth, both for the little
stiff prick and the hard balls. Soon he pulled out, and shouted, "Oil me,
do it now!"

Brian hurried up to the high stool with the bowl of oil and did a good job
on the 20 cm (8 inch) spear, thick as a kid's arm.

"Now, let me give you my power, slave. Let me fill you with my energy! Ride
me!" The chief helped Colin to lower his body. Brian, who still was nearby,
used a hand to place the huge cock just outside Colin's half-open
boy-cunt. With a scream that could have woken up the wooden gods present,
Colin let Svend break through his sphincter. If Bill had been around he
would have recognised Colin the actor. With one more action, Colin
bottomed. Again he howled. The mead had made him a bit dizzy, so now he
lost his usual control. The fuck that followed on the high stool was now
the chief's business. Svend fucked his slave in all possible positions for
the next half hour. Colin followed, he moaned and cried, and leaked
pre-cum. Suddenly he felt that he had to piss. The mead had gone all the
way through him.

"I have to piss, master. Please master!" Colin whispered. Again Sven lifted
Colon and placed him standing on the stool. Svend opened his mouth and let
Colin empty himself. He swallowed most of the golden liquid, but some ran
down his hairy body. When Colin finished, Svend carried him to the altar
and let him lie face-down with his legs spread. On the other side of the
altar Colin could see that the priests, now naked, were fucking Brian in
both ends.

Colin made no sound when Svend penetrated him again, this time from
behind. Colin had not much more to give. He had been close to his edge many
times in the last half hour.

"Please make me cum now, master. I can'tÉ I can't..." Colin cried. With
his cock still inside, Svend lifted Colin and placed him in front of the
Freyr statue. With both hands he squeezed Colin's nipples while he forced
his cock deep inside the standing body.

"I'm cumming, cumming, cummingÉ" Colin sprayed, hands-free, his mostly
clear boy-milk over the front of the statue. Svend withdrew and jerked his
huge weapon while he forced Colin down on his knees again. His jizz was
like real white cream and hit both Colin's face and the statue. Sounds of
cumming were heard both from the priests and from young Brian when they
pumped their seed down into the glass bowl on the altar.

Svend cleaned Colin's face with the use of fingers and mouth and the two
shared the dripping nectar. Like a chief, he now lifted Colin and placed
himself on the high stool with the lad in his naked lap. A procession of
Brian carrying the bowl of seed, and the priests, now in gowns, came up to
the statues of Freyr and Freyja. They bowed and worshiped the statues and
let the seed from the altar drip upon the fertility-god's heads. Then they
fetched the two flaming torches and left.

"Great show, professor. Should have been watched by the whole group, I
think." Colin was still on Svend's lap. "Dad should have been here too!"

"I invited him, but he didn't want to come. Don't think he likes the
thought of me fucking you, Colin!" Svend played with Colin's hair. "I
wanted him as one of the priests. A suggestion from Brian too!"

"I bet!" Colin said. "Maybe we should find a bed now. You are stiff again,
professor." Colin found Svend's growing cock.

"Take this key!" Svend handed Colin a purse. "Take Brian to the
showers. There's no-one else there now. Then go to my room, both of
you. The key fits both the bathroom and my room. I have to thank and say
goodbye to my York colleagues. I guess they want some more Viking mead!"

***


"It's a shame you didn't come to the Viking show last night, Daddy. You
would have been a marvellous priest!" Colin smiled at his dad. The two were
sitting in a restaurant overlooking Newcastle harbour.

"I would have had to share you with your professor. No thank you! I was
more than pleased with the youngster in the pub. He was almost as wild as
you are when you haven't seen me for a while. He couldn't get enough. He
came three times in one fuck." Bill grinned. He knew he made his son horny
with his partly dirty talk.

"But young Brian from the train was at the Viking show too. He had asked
for you. He adores you, you know. Did you see him on the train up here this
morning?" Colin asked.

"Aye, he gave me some shoulder massage, and he tried to get me hard, I
think!" Bill touched his huge bulge without covering up. "But half your
group was around."

"Brian was damn good in bed, dad, quite well-hung for a bottom. He opened
me for SvendÉeh...the professor, and managed to take his huge cock
afterwards. And he was a hands-free shooter!" Colin lifted his knee
underneath the table and let Bill rest his balls and stiff cock on the
moving leg.

"You think there will be room for a fuck on the boat this evening?" Colin
felt that he was leaking pre-cum in his thong.

"I don't know, boy. Twenty guys and the crew on a trawler. I don't think
there will be much room. I can't understood why we need to use a boat
across the North Sea to Denmark. We could have chartered a plane." Bill let
Colin's naked foot give a massage to his ball sack.

"Professor Thomsen wishes us to receive a more genuine Viking experience by
crossing the sea in a small boat at this time of the year." Colin did not
speak as clearly as he usually did. He had one hand down his trousers,
squeezing a wet cockhead.

"Daddy, there's an old-fashioned public toilet just outside. I pissed there
earlier. I'll go to the toilet and wait for you by the urinal. Please
follow and act like a hunter, dad. Give me a hand, and I'll give you a
public blow-job!" Colin was very excited by the idea.

"Stop it, for God's sake. I'm not into cottaging! Wait until your acting
professor is back from the shopping mall." Bill looked at his watch. "We
have to meet for the boat in half an hour. Go and have a wank if you really
need one!"

"Well, I have to piss anyway. Maybe there are some oldies with huge cocks
here in Newcastle. I've met one before remember!" Colin suddenly blushed at
his own thoughts.

"Aye, and what happened to your butt when you came home after that
escapade?" Bill grinned. Colin had visited a complete stranger in this city
for sex over a full weekend, only because he had heard about the man's XXL
cock. And Colin hadn't been able to sit properly for a week after Bill's
use of a rattan cane.

The chat was interrupted by a group of noisy youngsters carrying shopping
bags. "The professor will have a bus outside in a few minutes!" The redhead
Brian gave the message. "We have to take the bus out to the fishing quay."
Both Bill and his `son' had to adjust their bulges when they left the
Newcastle restaurant.

***


"Have you seen Colin, Bill?" The professor checked the names of all his
students. The boat was rather crowded and many of the students were
suffering from seasickness in the waves off the coast. "The sea will become
calmer when we are closer to Denmark! Sorry about the growing wind!"
Professor Thomsen had problems walking between the bunks comforting
grey-faced youngsters.

"Last time I saw him he was entering the ladder to the bridge. I think he
had an appointment with the skipper." Bill had found a seat and comforted
Brian who was unwell in these surroundings.

"Always curious, that lad of yours," the professor commented.

"And always horny!" Bill whispered hardly audible. He had just rolled his
eyes when Colin had commented that the skipper was a real hunk in his
eyes. Bill had talked to the Danish skipper and found him both polite and
serious, but to call the man in his fifties dressed in a woollen sweater
and wooden clogs, a hunk, was an exaggeration.

On the bridge, Colin was in heaven. The skipper had asked him if he wanted
to be at the helm.

 "I would love to try, sir. I had a go at the helm last year on a Norwegian
boat from Shetland to Bergen, but there were less waves that day. It's
rough out there now!" Colin grinned when the trawler hit the oncoming
waves.

"No problem, boy. The trawler is built for this weather. Come on!" The
skipper almost lifted Colin and placed him at the wooden wheel. Colin
placed two hands on the wheel, but he was too eager and the boat shifted
course.

"Hold her steady, boy! The old lady has still a sensitive pussy." The
skipper placed his hands just beside Colin's on the wheel. "And check the
compass Ð steady now! Good job, lad. She's back. Just fuck the waves
now. Good!"  Colin felt very comfortable with the skipper's muscled arms
around him and when the trawler hit the waves, the two bodies met. The
skipper did not pull back from Colin's young body. He stayed as close as
possible. The second man on the bridge, a young sailor who checked the
instruments from time to time, seemed to be more occupied with the music in
his ears than the two at the wheel.

"Peder, you may take your break now. Be back in an hour and take the
wheel. Suppertime then. I have good company here for the moment." The
skipper squeezed the youngster's arm to make contact. In a view out of the
side of his eyes, Colin saw a huge grin on the youngster's face when he
left.

The skipper and Colin the sailor dived through the oncoming
waves. Sometimes the sea filled the trawler's deck and made waterfalls back
to the white and grey sea. The noise in the room was too loud for a
conversation, but the skipper gave small orders close to Colin's
ears. "Steady! Good! Back. Okay. Fine."

Colin's small body met the bigger sailor's every time they dived into a new
wave. The broad-legged man seemed like he was nailed to the deck and Colin
felt very safe. Every time their bodies met, Colin thought he felt the
man's bulge Ð a hard bulge. After a while he also felt that the man
seemed to push his hips forward and close the gap between them.

"Are you horny, son?" The skipper suddenly whispered in Colin's ear.

"Aye sir, damn horny! The boat jerks!" Colin answered after a short
pause. He did not move his hands from the wheel, but the boat turned a bit
starboard.

"Squeeze her clit, don't give her freedom!" The skipper was closer to Colin
than he had been earlier.

"You want to fuck me, sir?" Colin whispered when the man's head was close
to his neck.

"Damn, yes!" The skipper was louder now. "You have fucked me in your mind
for the last half hour, haven't you?" The man pressed his stiff cock
through two pairs of trousers, but Colin knew pretty well what he felt
between his globes. He tried to spread his legs too when the skipper's
hands left the wheel and found Colin's erect nipples underneath the
sport-shirt. "What would your father say if I fucked his son in the middle
of the North Sea?" The voice was hoarse.

"He's not my father!" Colin commented.

"Your lover then?" The skipper lowered his hands.

"A good expression, yes, but just now I have no other needs than your crazy
body, sir!" Colin tried to concentrate on the job when the skipper's hands
squeezed his crotch. "If you go on, sir, I'm going to cum in my pants. You
are so damn hot, man!"

"You want to cum, lad? You want to cum now?" The skipper kissed Colin's
neck. His breathing told Colin of his excitement.

"Aye, sir. I would love to, but somebodyÉ" Colin felt strange when the
skipper unzipped him, pulled down his jock, and found his stiff, wet
cock. Some huge waves hit the trawler. The skipper hurried to place his
hands on the wheel beside Colin's. Together they made the boat steady.

The excitement, the part-nudity and the skipper's pressure against his arse
was too much for the student. "I'm cumming, skipper!" he cried. "I'm
cumming, sir. Sorry, sir." Colin did not change his grip on the steering
wheel. Hands-free he sprayed a huge amount of white boy-milk over the glass
in front of them. He felt like the spurts would never end.

"You shoot like a gun, son!" The skipper whispered in the boy's ear.

"You want me to suck you, sir?" Colin asked when the skipper found his wet
cockhead and collected some of the white spunk.

"I'm not sure young Peder would tolerate that!" the skipper answered. "Do
you know if you have some free-time in Esbjerg tonight? I'll be staying
on-board if you are in the mood for a visit."

"We leave for the Viking mounds tomorrow afternoon, but we have the night
and morning in Esbjerg free," Colin whispered. The waves seemed to slow
down.

Young Peder was entering the bridge. "Dinner is about to be served in the
pantry now, Daddy. The steward asked you to come. And the professor is
worried for you, Colin. That's your name, I believe."

"We can use the autopilot now," the skipper told Colin.

"Why haven't you done that all the time?" Peder asked, again with a grin.

"More fun to do it the manual way!" the skipper answered.

Colin blushed, when Peder placed himself behind the wheel. The streams of
jizz on the wet window were very visible.

***


"What a half-dead bunch of guys! Don't you want to celebrate hot Denmark?
Party night, eh? We are in Denmark, folks. Try a local beer and be happy!"
Colin tried to cheer up his fellow travellers; many of them hadn't even
tasted the lovely Danish beef they were served for the evening meal in the
Esbjerg hostel.

"Have you seen Svend, Dad?" Colin looked into the private room reserved for
the team leader.

"I think your professor went to see some local friends. He said he would
have an early night afterwards. Still a bit dizzy from the boat's beating,
he said." Bill relaxed on the bed.

"How is your new friend, Daddy? He looked quite comfortable with his head
in your lap!" Colin grinned. "Nice guy, Brian Ð I'm just kidding. I will
look for him and ask if he wants to join us for a beer, okay?"

"Good, son. I just need a pee before I fill up again!" Bill smiled.

"I'll join you, sir. I need a piss myself. Always good to have company for
a good piss, eh?" Colin was really in the mood. Bill just rolled his eyes,
but the two found the hall toilet together. Side by side `father and son'
emptied themselves in the long urinal. Colin used one hand to squeeze his
daddy's balls. "Long time since we have had some real dirty action,
Daddy. Maybe we could collect some piss buddies for a party when back
home?"

"A good idea, but stay cool now or we will miss the beer. It's very
late. You look for Brian, okay?" Bill zipped up. Colin smiled when he saw
that his soon to be sixty-year-old dad and lover had grown hard from his
rather light touching. Colin had been rock-hard pissing beside his dad, and
he had sprayed like the kid he looks like, a business that was not at all
unusual.

The three found a nice table in the dark harbour pub. Brian was very
pleased to be asked. He had tried to comb his red hair, but in vain. He
looked as if he had been out in the wind all day. It seemed natural when he
placed himself beside Bill, while Colin sat on the opposite side.

"You were seasick today, Brian? I thought you were used to rough waves,
coming from the Western Isles." Colin smiled at the redtop.

"No, no, I was okay, but I was damned tired after the show last night, and
your Dad's lap was a very nice pillow!" The boy placed a hand on Bill's
upper leg, and Bill caught it while he winked at his own lad.

"Skaal!" Colin lifted his glass of beer. "Tomorrow I will try to read Old
Norse for you, and even try to translate it into modern Scottish. We go to
the stones after breakfast. Right, tour master?" He looked at Bill.

"Yes, we have a mini-bus tomorrow which will take us to the ancient Viking
burial mounds in Jelling, close to the township of Vejle." Bill tried his
best to pronounce the Danish names correctly. "But now I must leave for my
bed as well. You will stay, or...?" He looked at the two youngsters.

"I'll come with you, sir, if you don't mind!" Brian emptied his glass.

"I'll walk back through the harbour when I've finished my beer," Colin
said.

"I bet you have a plan. Take care, lad. You are not at home now remember!"
Bill and Brian left.

Minutes later a young man sat down at Colin's table. Colin recognised
Peder, the skipper's young assistant from the trawler. "You have a horny
man waiting for you, baby-boy! He's been waiting for you the last few
hours." The youngster grinned. "He's a great guy, but you teased him
today. I'm sure he wants to punish you for that - his habit, you know. I've
had more than one sore ass myself!"

"You serve him, Peder?" Colin asked.

"Haven't you heard about the youngest sailor's tasks onboard a ship?" Peder
answered. "Hurry up now. I'll see you to the hostel afterwards. Daddy
wouldn't like anything to happen to you here in the dark harbour! The
trawler is moored just down the pier." He pointed right.

***


Colin hurried up the gangway. He found the Danish skipper by the door to
the bridge. Colin climbed the ladder like a monkey. The night was dark and
cold, but there was a red light burning inside the bridge, and a nice heat
met him when the skipper opened the door and almost lifted him inside.

The skipper was shirtless and his arms showed his strength. The small beer
belly only underlined the real adult body. Now when he had taken off his
sailor-cap, Colin could see that the blond hair was partly gone.

"Nice to see you, young sailor. I was afraid you were too scared." The
skipper used both hands to squeeze Colin's shoulders. "Now place your hands
on the wheel just like you did earlier today!" This was an order, not a
question. The skipper placed himself tight behind Colin and let his bigger
body embrace him.

"Peder has cleaned the window!" The skipper's voice was whispering. "You
know how? He licked it!" The man answered his own question and was not
hiding his excitement. "He will gladly do the job again, I'm sure." The
skipper pressed his huge erection against Colin's arse cheeks. He loosened
the grip of the wheel and let his hands follow Colin's body from his
nipples to his tenting shorts. Without asking permission, he unzipped the
boy and pushed his shorts down. Colin was wearing sexy underwear and the
skipper played rather roughly with the wet front before pulling it off. His
hands stayed on the balls and the wet cock.

"Please fuck me, sir. I'm so damn horny. I need your cock, please," Colin
whispered.

"You just wait for me, young man. I'll fuck you when I'm ready. Now spread
your legs wide, lift your hands and let me undress you completely." The man
helped Colin to get rid of both his sweater and his t-shirt. Colin really
felt naked, again holding the wheel in front of the huge window. He felt
something in his arse Ð a searching tongue. He opened for the
intruder. Colin closed his eyes and moaned. He was dripping wet and the
skipper's hands were all over him. Then he felt the fingers and the fatty
grease. The smell reminded Colin of his Bergen grandpa. He also used grease
as lube.

"Aye, aye, sir, eat me, sir, please!" The begging was followed by two hard
open-hand spanks on his naked buttocks.

"I'm the boss, kid, but I don't want to split you. Wait!" Two new
spanks. The forceful strokes left red marks, but also a new thread of
pre-cum dripping down to the metal floor.

"You're a tough one, little man, aren't you? Let's check your tight pussy!"
The skipper took hold of an empty beer bottle, greased the neck and used it
as a dildo in the partly open boy-cunt. Colin whined at the sudden
change. The feeling of cold glass was strange. He tried to take as much as
possible. He pushed his hips back and relaxed. The skipper fucked Colin
with the bottle, deeper and deeper. The pain was intense, but there was
heat too.

"Don't fist me, skipper. My dad would kill you if you damaged his favourite
toy!" Colin tried to joke, but was happy when the bottle pressure was
reduced.

"Don't be afraid, son. I have opened cunts before, and I know you can take
me, all of me! Turn, but keep your hands on the handles." The man helped
Colin to turn his back to the wheel. Colin swallowed when the man pulled
down his trousers. Underneath he wore military-style green boxers, very
loose, but now tenting. The man lifted and squeezed his stiff dick. With
one movement he stripped and the cock was displayed in full freedom. Colin
grinned.

"A real skipper's tool!" He thought. The dark brown cock was covered with
pulsating veins, and had a pink cockhead that invited sucking.

"May I suck you, sir? Your dick is really hot!" Colin still held the
wheel. The man took hold of his dick and went closer to Colin. With both
hands he played with Colin's ten centimetres (four inches) and his own
twenty (eight). He tried to double-jerk the cocks and he let his own
erection slide under Colin's balls and fuck the divide between his upper
legs.

"Let me see what a cock-sucker you are!" The skipper helped Colin down on
his knees. The lad cupped the man's light hairy buttocks and licked the wet
cockhead. He moved forward and managed half the cock before he started to
cough. With tears in his eyes he changed position and tried again. Now he
swallowed almost the whole cock. The stunned man moaned with lust and tried
to push even deeper before Colin had to pull back. Colin ended this session
with a hard grip around the hairy low-hanging balls. He really tugged them
while giving the nuts a good licking. The man pumped piss-like pre-cum and
Colin collected all of it.

"First time I have tasted a fisherman, sir. Healthy stuff from the sea!" He
grinned and licked the sensitive opened piss-slit.

"Be careful, or I give you my real spit!" The skipper lifted Colin by his
armpits.

"Now I'll fuck you the real sailor way. I think you have the strength,
young man! Turn around and grab the two upper handles. Then climb onto the
wheel and place your feet on the lower handles. You are damn open now!" The
skipper gave Colin some more spanks, but tender ones this time. "When you
bend down on your arms as if you are doing press-ups, you can ride my dick
hanging on the wheel."

"Wish we could have done that yesterday." Colin grinned. "The boat could
have done the fucking movements!"

While talking, the skipper had greased up his cock and placed it outside
the arse entrance. Colin had little freedom. This was really tough. But the
skipper did the job. With a howl from Colin, the man penetrated him.

"Okay, son?" The skipper had stopped.

"You are huge sir, really huge. But I like to be stuffed. Please go on,
sir. Just fuck me hard, butÉ" Colin howled again. The skipper had
bottomed in him.

"My arms are betraying me, I need to spend more time in the gym, I think!"
Colin had problems pushing himself off the wheel.

"Or a season on a trawler, perhaps!" The skipper grinned now. He let Colin
climb down with the cock deep inside. The boy found a new position and
spread his legs even wider. The skipper fucked him with long strokes. He
stopped and waited, and then went on. Colin showed every sign of
pleasure. Half-way inside, the man stopped and rotated. The trained boy
took the sign and squeezed the man-cock with his arse-muscles. But the man
was too strong for Colin. He just went on fucking.

"I'm cumming now, skipper. Drench the window again, eh?" The man took hold
of the small cock and hard-wanked him with two fingers. "Yeah, yeah, sir,
sir! I'm done. I'm cumming!" Again Colin's white cream landed on the clear
window in front of the steering wheel. Colin whined when the skipper went
on jerking the sensitive cock after cumming.

"Now, taste a real fisherman, boy!" The man turned Colin around and let him
kneel. A bit too late, for the huge first spurt hit Colin's chin. An eager,
open mouth caught the next spurts. As a well-trained bottom Colin took care
of the dripping cock and cleaned him. He also caught the white slime from
his chin and swallowed every drop.

The skipper carried the naked lad through the room into his own cabin just
behind the bridge and placed him on the bed. In the next half hour the
tough man gave Colin the best body massage he had ever had, and when the
lad had his second orgasm the skipper took care of every drop with his own
mouth.

"Peder, I heard you! Please escort the boy to the hostel!" The skipper
called out. Peder was in the doorway in seconds, smiling when he saw the
naked lad and his naked skipper inside.  "You will find his clothes on the
bridge!"

***


Colin was happy for the company in the dark streets. Like all Danish
streets they were sparingly lit.

"I usually ask for a kiss when I take a date back home!" Peder grinned when
they stopped outside the entrance. "But this is my first real boy-date!

"Same rules!" Colin almost pushed Peder into the deep shadows behind the
entrance trees. Lips met lips, deep and tender. Colin let one hand find the
young man's bulge. There was an obvious hard-on inside the jeans. It took
Colin seconds to kneel in front of the boy, and strip him of his jeans and
boxers. The pale stiff boy-cock with heavy foreskin made Colin use his
hands to pull the foreskin behind his glans. The young man moaned and let
Colin Ð the sucking master Ð take care of him.

It was Colin's shortest love-session for some time. "Three minutes, not
more! And then he filled me. Young, horny devil. You should have done him,
Daddy!" Colin said to his dad the next morning.

Peder re-dressed in a hurry Ð gave Colin a short kiss Ð and hurried
down the street. Colin went inside the hostel. The clock showed 11:30. Not
a sound from the rooms. Very carefully, Colin opened the door to his dad's
room. He knew he had left his rucksack just inside the door. The redhead
from the Scottish Outer Hebrides slept close beside his Dad. Some seconds
of jealousy hit Colin, but he found his bag and went to the common
bathroom.

"Nice to see you, Colin!" Professor Thomsen was brushing his teeth. "You
need a bed for the night?" Colin blushed.


To be continued