Date: Sat, 23 May 2020 11:45:21 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 3

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This story is written by myself 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.

Comments welcome at colin4men@gmail.com


COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL

Chapter 3 (Bruce, Anton and Kenny)


The church bells could be heard in the distance calling the congregation to
the Sunday service. Colin wasn't a churchgoer but he liked the familiar
sound and the bells told him it was nearly eleven o'clock. He looked at the
ceiling above him and realised he wasn't at home. A man was snoring beside
him, and the man was not his dad.

"You'll miss the church today, Bruce." Colin nudged the man with his knee.

"And you have missed your traditional Sunday Fuck, son!" Bruce yawned and
looked at his watch. "Johnnyboy usually makes my Sunday breakfast. Where is
he?"

"Last time I saw him, he was lying like a Ruben's angel in the middle of my
dad's bed." Colin grinned. "I'm sure my old man has got his morning joy!"

"And here you are, my angel. You really went through ice and fire last
night. How is your body this morning?" Bruce placed a protective arm around
his best friend's `son'.

"I feel a bit strange, and I think I smell like I've come from a Scout
camp." Colin pulled the duvet aside. He was naked. His trimmed pubic hair
was still matted with candle wax and there were a few other spots of wax
elsewhere.

"So you smell of spunk when you back from Scout camp, do you? Yes, I've
heard all about those camps!" Bruce picked some hard wax from Colin's balls
and some from his nipples. The naked lad liked the touching, and answered
by presenting a full morning wood. "Well, you don't look too sore as far as
I can see. Turn around. Let me see your stripes." Colin did as he was told.

"This is not like Bill," Bruce said. "He's not into this heavy action any
more." Bruce let his cool hand follow the fading stripes across Colin's
bum.

"I asked him for it," Colin said. "We renewed our contract!"

"We have a contract too, son. That's why I carried you down here last
night." Bruce gripped Colin's stiffy.

"Contract? What do you mean?" Colin turned to face the man and used one
hand to do a small check. Bruce was naked and ready for sex. Colin groped
the stiff man-cock. "You mean our secret agreement?"

"Aye. You haven't told Bill, have you?" Bruce combed Colin's curly hair
with his fingers.

"Of course, I haven't. It must be a matter between you two, if there is
anything to talk about." Colin hugged Bruce. "Thought you two knew all
about each other!"

Bruce said nothing. He was far away. Colin did not ask where.

"I have to pee, and I need some breakfast. You want eggs and some tea?"
Bruce said as he sat up. Colin got up, stretched his stiff body and hurried
to the bathroom. Bruce followed him inside. "Not easy to handle that one!"
Bruce grinned as he looked down. Colin's `little man' was not easy to use
for yellow action when standing upright as it was.

"Let me help you." Bruce took Colin's stiff cock between two fingers and
bent it down towards the bowl. "Let's take a quick shower," he said when
Colin had finished. "I'll turn on the sauna. We start there after
breakfast, or is it lunch?" He looked at his watch.

"Great!" Colin said. "It's been a long time since our last performance!"

"Too long, much too long. Johnnyboy is still hesitant, you know." Bruce
helped Colin into the shower cubicle.


The breakfast was finished and Bruce took Colin into his small private
sauna. Colin was happy to stay naked beside Bruce's hairy body. He was
relaxed even if he was not fully comfortable with the roleplay he knew was
coming later.

"We'll just warm ourselves a bit first and take another shower!" Bruce was
very excited, and was acting differently from his normal very macho
style. "I've a new costume for you, and I have bought you a very special
toy! You find lube over there too." He pointed at the narrow cupboard.

"How do you want me today, young master?" Bruce asked in a mild voice.

"I think you deserve to be locked up in the pillory today, Uncle. You were
too rough with poor Johnny last night." Colin was very clear.

Bruce did not answer; he waited with bowed head until Colin pushed him
forward to the rough wooden pillory. Bruce placed his hands and head in the
openings and Colin secured the bar across the top. The lad used his feet to
spread Bruce's legs apart. He spat in Bruce's arsecrack and used his
fingers to open the hairy man's entrance; one finger went inside, then two
and finally three fingers. Bruce lifted his hips and gave access to the
young intruder.

Colin opened the cupboard. Three different whips were on the wall as well
as a very special strap-on. Colin had been relaxed, but now his temperature
rose again. This was not going to be a normal situation for him. He himself
was used to being on the receiving end of both whipping and heavy
pounding. He was no top, and he loved to be treated by dominant men. "My
cock is not built for fucking," was his usual saying, "but it's great for
shooting when my cunt is filled by a huge cock!"

The costume was interesting - long black lacquer trousers, and a harness
with room for his nipples. Both the front and the back of the trousers were
open. He found the double strap-on. The rubber cock had inside room for his
own stiff cock, and a connected plug was ready to fill his boy-cunt. A
Zorro-like mask completed the outfit.

"You have to taste the real lollypop first, Uncle!" Colin went in front of
Bruce and gave him his cock. With his neck locked it was not easy for the
man to give service, and he gagged when Colin mouth-fucked him. Tears
dripped from his eyes and both mucus and saliva dripped from his mouth. He
looked far from a macho master now.

Colin caressed Bruce's hair and kissed his forehead. "Ready, Uncle?" Colin
whispered.

"Aye, master, do me hard. Teach me a lesson, please. Please!" Bruce
begged. Colin lubricated his own cock and arse before he fitted the tight
strap-on. The butt plug was more than middle in size, and the opening
inside the rubber cock was tight so Colin would get plenty of stimulation
too. He greased the black rubber, before he found two whips, one medium
sized and one larger and harder.

Without warning Colin hit the man's hairy butt. Four more strokes
landed. Then he checked the result with an open hand. No broken
skin. Another set of strokes landed from the waist down to upper legs. The
skin was turning pink.

"You can take more, Uncle?" Colin asked.

"Humiliate me, sirÉ do it hardÉharder!" Bruce cried out when Colin
changed to the stronger whip. After another round, Colin went behind
Bruce's spread legs and found his dick, the 22 cm (8.75 inch), very thick
cock with a plum-sized cockhead was dripping wet. Colin gave him a series
of hard jerks while letting the softer whip play with the man's upper body.

"Fuck me now! Please fuck me NOW!" Bruce shouted. Colin did not hesitate;
he let the 25 cm (10 inch) rubber cock fill the man's arse. Colin knew
perfectly well that he was no real fucker, but he placed his hands on
Bruce's shoulders and did his best to be the young stallion.

Bruce moaned slowly for a long time. Colin felt his own orgasm building up;
the cone-shaped plug pressed against his prostate, and his small cock
bottomed inside the dildo every time he filled Bruce's tight hole.

"Harder, please harder!" Bruce shouted. The spasms in the grown-up body
increased when he started his eruption. White blobs landed on the wooden
pillory.

"I'm cumming too. I love you, Uncle. Take it, take it!" Colin filled the
rubber dildo, still buried inside Bruce's tunnel. He caressed the red
sweating back and bum; then he opened the strap-on and let Bruce lick the
inside before cleaning the young cock.

"Thank you, young master! You did well. You have to give Johnnyboy a
lesson!" Bruce grinned.


"Please sit on my lap and let me thank you properly," Bruce said. The two
were back inside the sauna; Bruce with a very sore bum and Colin who still
showed some pink strokes after yesterday's caning.

"Did you bottom when you were my age, Bruce? Dad has said that he bottomed
as a youngster." Colin was sitting close.

"We were four or five lads who did almost everything together," Bruce
answered. "Bill bottomed for his brother; I guess you have heard they were
caught in bed together?"

"He has told me. And his brother was sent to Australia afterwards?" Colin
was curious.

"Aye, many reasons for that I think, but Bill's father had the stupid idea
that his brother had made him gay! Those were strange times, you know."
Bruce kissed Colin. "Love between men was strictly illegal in those days in
Scotland."

A slamming of doors was heard. "We'd better make room for Johnnyboy." Bruce
ended the conversation.

The door to the basement opened in a hurry and Johnny entered. It took him
ten seconds to undress and then he joined the two inside the hot sauna.

***


Satisfied and still quite warm, Colin jogged shirtless and barefoot from
Bruce's house. He hadn't found any of his own clothes from yesterday. Bruce
had told that he had been carried naked the evening before. Now he had
borrowed a pair of Johnny's baggy sports shorts.

Anton had been working on some broken roof tiles when he saw Colin
approach. Now he shouted from the scaffolding. "You fancy some refreshment,
Colin? Please step inside. I need a break!"

Anton climbed down the scaffolding like the real Tarzan. Colin was
impressed. The man's muscles were still clearly displayed. The Dutch guy
with Indonesian roots was really hot.

"Good to see you, Colin. I thought you were still angry with me." Anton
hugged the boy.

"I've never been angry with you. My dad was furious and almost broke down
your door." Colin pointed at the still visible mark on the front door. "I
was just unhappy, afraid that I had given you the wrong impressions at your
party Ð the best party ever, by the way." Colin followed the shirtless
man into the house.

"Let's sit in the garden, Colin dear. Such a lovely day. Can I bring you a
juice or something?"

"A juice would be fine, Anton. My plan was to take a long jog, but I was
side-tracked. Do you see much of my dad these days or are you both very
busy?" Colin was very direct.

"We are good neighbours and meet for a pint once in a while, but no more
fun in bed," Anton replied.

"Because of me?" Colin smiled. "I just wanted to know if he was choosing
you over me. He'll be soon sixty and must be free to fuck whoever he wants;
and who can resist a neighbour with a body like yours?" Colin was clearly
flirting and Anton seemed to like the possibility for renewed contact with
the lad he fucked some months earlier.

"Nice binoculars, sir!" Colin picked them up from a side table in the
garden. "The bird watching season is over for this year, isn't it?"

Anton just grinned. "I watched a very rare species yesterday." Anton placed
a hand on Colin's upper leg, inside the baggy shorts. "Shame it was a long
distance view though!" Colin spread his legs and Anton's hand immediately
found his balls and cock. The situation was electric: the garden was hot
and two small pieces of clothing were the only fence between them.

Colin emptied his glass and was about to leave. "I wonder if you could help
me, Anton. I loved your jungle-party earlier this year. My roomy and I plan
to have a welcome party in our new apartment for our student friends next
week. You think I could borrow your sexy loincloth for the party?"

"Just a second, baby. It's upstairs." Anton hurried inside. Minutes later
he was down, dressed only in the tight loincloth Colin asked for.

"Even more revealing than I remember!" Colin put a hand underneath the
front cloth. The small piece of light material hardly covered Anton's
semi-hard cock. Colin's manipulations made the mushroom-head grow. "Maybe
it's too big for me. You will allow me to try it on?" Without waiting for
an answer, Colin stripped off his baggy shorts and showed off a prick as
hard as ever.

"You don't need clothes, Colin. Guys like you should always be naked!"
Anton loosened the thin belt and handed Colin the covering. When naked, he
couldn't avoid using his hand to play with his own erection.

"Too big for you Colin, not sexy. I think I have something that could fit
well for your party set-up. Please come inside." Anton hurried forward and
went upstairs again. The naked Anton met Colin in the sitting room. Colin
had stripped off the loincloth and was naked too.

"This will fit you perfectly, Colin!" Anton handed the lad nothing but a
small pouch in leopard-skin material with super-light strings, one string
around the hips and one between his arsecrack. "Put in on, please. And
please turn around." Colin did as he was told, but had trouble covering his
little stiffy.

"It's great, Anton. I like it. You think I could borrow both of these?"
Colin went up to Anton and found his dripping cock.

"Of course, just take them. No problem!" Anton had problems speaking.

"I think you would like me to stay." Colin wanked the man without
shyness. Anton closed his eyes and was very happy for the treatment. He
turned Colin around as if he was going to play with his arse and then
gasped. "What has happened to your butt, honey? Not nice!"

"My dad just reminded me he is my only lover!" Colin said with a grin. Then
he looked at his watch. "I have to get back home now, or perhaps he will
give me another reminder." He wore the loincloth on top of the pouch and
hurried up the street toward Bill's house. A super-horny Anton started a
heavy wank even before he closed the door.

"It's not carnival season, son," Bill rolled his eyes when the lad hurried
barefoot into the sitting room.

"I couldn't find my clothes down at Bruce's, so I borrowed something from
Anton." Colin wasn't quite sure if Bill found it funny or not.

Colin went up to Bill and kissed him. "Don't be grumpy, Daddy. Anton is
okay. You were probably too sexy for him; I can't blame him. He's searching
for a partner Ð that's not you Dad, because you are already taken Ð
and it's not me either; I am caught, you know."

Bill put arms around his son. "Are you ready to serve your old man then?
Our friend Johnny was a bit confused after the hot night."

"Last time I saw him he was between Bruce's legs in the sauna, so he is
home, and well. And Bruce is very relaxed nowÉ" Colin paused. "The pair
will cuddle the rest of the day!"

"Sit down Daddy, and I'll strip for you. I'll ask the company if a
loincloth like this could be part of my new underwear collection, and even
this `thing' next to nothing." Colin showed off the pouch underneath. "You
think a leopard-skin pattern could be a part of the vintage style we plan
for JustColin?"

"So you are part of the planning team too, Baby? Remember your main
business!" Colin loved it when his Dad sounded like a real concerned
father.

"I remember seeing a picture of you Dad, probably taken when you were 14-15
years old, with Tarzan-style swimwear, bare sides, very hot. Maybe it's
still around? You were sexy even then." Colin let Bill carry him upstairs
and the lad undressed his `old man' who showed every sign of
readiness. Colin was happy. Here in their own bed Bill took control
completely. In a long afternoon session the two started with a very
teenage-like sucking and licking 69, before Colin went on to rim his Dad's
hairy entrance.

"One day I'm going to ask him if he misses something huge inside his
man-cunt," Colin thought, but then he was turned around Ð lifted by
rough hands, and lowered until his boy-cunt opened for the best cock in the
world. Slowly the 24 cm (9.5 inch), very thick cock, entered him, rested a
small minute, then went on with a heavy fuck from underneath. Colin spunked
hands-free after only a few minutes. Bruce and Anton, and then the strip
show, had made Colin a fast-cumming teenager again.

Bill loved it like that. Now he knew he had between half an hour and an
hour to play out his repertoire before Colin would ask for relief
again. Very often Colin would beg his dad to send the white man-juice
between his hot lips.

***


"Colin, son! We have a visitor!" Bill shouted. He was about to finish the
supper preparation. He had cuddled his young `son' for an hour after the
heavy love session. Colin had relaxed in the bath, and he had started
thinking of what to prepare for his return to Glasgow the next morning.

A naked Colin, with his cock and balls back in the chastity belt, hurried
downstairs from the bathroom. He was quite surprised when he saw Kenny, his
room-buddy from university, standing in the doorway. With only one blue eye
visible and a bandage on his forehead the macho-guy looked puzzled when
Bill hugged him. Colin was quickly in front of his buddy, looking a bit
questionable, to greet him fist to fist.

"Don't look so shocked, Kiddo. It's just me!" Kenny grinned and put a hand
on Colin's shoulder.

"I can see that, but what the fuck are you doing out here on a Sunday
evening?" Colin got a stern look from his dad who was not happy with
Colin's swearing. "Have you been driving, or...?"

"A service-truck brought your car to the local garage here this morning. Mr
Morrison - he sends his regards, Bill - agreed to get the car repaired. It
will be finished next week Ð no big deal. No structural damage, so you
don't need to involve the insurance company, Kiddo!" A very eager Kenny,
dressed in baggy sportswear, was still in the doorway.

"Great, Buddy! You have your own car?" Colin suddenly felt a bit strange
being naked with only a cock-cage as covering. The two roomies had been
naked together for a year at campus, so Kenny didn't seem to bother.

"But please come inside, Kenny. You were really hurt in the accident, I
understand!" Bill showed Kenny inside.

"Not that bad, Bill!" Kenny kicked off his trainers and went barefoot
inside. "Just two stitches! But what the hell is going on hereÉ" Kenny
turned Colin around to look more closely at his striped bum.

Colin didn't answer immediately. He seemed a bit unwell. "Daddy isn't quite
happy with me," he murmured.

"Fathers seldom are!" Kenny swallowed.

"That's for drinking and driving!" Bill interrupted. "Not acceptable in
this house!" The young visitor, 190 cm (6ft 2in) in height, looked like a
school kid getting a reprimand.

"But Colin never drinks and drives!" Kenny said. "He knows your rules,
sir. Haven't you told your dad, Kiddo?"

Colin blushed and shook his head. "No, I haven't Kenny, and it's notÉ."
Colin stammered.

"What have you not told me?" Bill was standing in the doorway to the
kitchen.

"I never drove the car, Dad. We changed seats before the police arrived."
Colin looked at Kenny.

"I had a couple of beers you see, and drove a bit fastÉ andÉ yes, you
know the rest." Kenny had put an arm around Colin's shoulders.

"And you changed seats to avoid trouble with the police?" Bill commented.

"My idea, Dad. Kenny would have lost his licence and his fatherÉ" Colin
stopped.

"My father would have kicked me out of university and.." Kenny shrugged his
shoulders.

"Let me get this quite clear! You changed seats and then the police
arrived. What happened then?" Bill went inside the kitchen and lifted a pot
of stew off the stove.

"Colin took the breathalyser test, sir. And he was of course all clear. If
they had tested me I would probably been above the limit, but since they
didn't know I had been driving, nothing more happened. Nothing formal."
Kenny was more relaxed now. "One of the policemen helped me to a doctor; I
think he knew Colin. He even helped to call for a service car."

"But why on earth didn't you stop Kenny from driving when you knew he had
been drinking?" Bill looked at Colin and then back at Kenny. "I think Colin
still deserved the spankingÉbut you should have had a real spanking too,
Kenny." Bill was very direct.

"I've had one!" Kenny grinned and pulled his baggy shorts down to his
ankles. He wasn't shy about showing off his butt. Blood red stripes and
even some dried blood could be seen on the round buttocks and the upper
legs. "Mum is a real Texas boss, you see. No mercy when she uses the birch
twigs. Glad that I wasn't put in a cage though!" Kenny grinned and turned
around.

Colin looked on from the side and saw that his dad swallowed when Kenny
showed his hanging balls and the long cut dick. His fuck-buddy had been in
bed with Bill too, so he couldn't understand why his dad looked a bit
embarrassed.

"The cage is Colin's own business, Kenny. He will live like a monk for some
weeks, I think," Bill said, but Colin saw the light wrinkles beside his
dad's eyes. "Now, Kenny, use the bathroom and clean those oily hands of
yours. Hurry up both of you, I have a lamb stew ready!"

The meal was very nice. Both the lads filled up. Kenny even accepted a
small third portion.

"How is your family doing?" Bill tried some small talk.

"The old man is travelling with his business, and Mum is teaching. My
brothers are hunting girls. Bob is almost 17 and fighting his way through
high school, and the young one, you know Alex Jnr, he can't wait to be
13. Colin is his great favourite, you know!" Kenny pushed the empty plate
forward. "Great food, sir. You're an excellent cook. You're lucky, Kiddo!"

"What about your own girlfriend then? Is she happy that you will share a
flat with Colin?" Bill got a glaring look from his son and wondered if that
was too private a question.

"I fuck her every time she allows me, but she's a doll you see, sir, so.."
Kenny ended with a shrug.

"I hate to be impolite, sir. My car is at the garage with an oil leak. Mr
Morrison should have fixed it by now and I must hurry back there. May I be
excused, sir? Thanks again for the food!" Kenny left the table.

"You want a lift with me to Glasgow tonight, Kiddo? Easier than the train
in the rush-hour tomorrow, isn't it?" Kenny stopped to find his shoes.

"Use my old bike, Kenny. Leave it at the garage. I'll pick it up on my next
visit back home.  And please come back here when you are finished with Mr
Morrison." Colin grinned. "I'll have a talk with Dad and decide if I leave
with you tonight." He gave his buddy a high-five.


"I just have to ask, Colin." Bill was having coffee with Colin in the
sitting room after the meal. "Why did you let Kenny drive?"

"It was because of some girls in the park Ð high school girls. They
shouted `Colin' from the time we arrived in the JustColin marked car, and
they never stopped. I was not important that day, Dad. It was party for the
new students and the girls were spoiling it." Colin was not
comfortable. "Long story short Ð I just threw the keys to Kenny and
dived into the car. I was really pissed, and asked him to get me out of the
park. He did and you know the rest. I should have driven myself, of
course."

"Well, well, son. That's public relations, isn't it?" Bill smiled and put
an arm around Colin.

"I'll only use the car for marketing from now on Dad. I want first of all
to be a student Ð a good student." Colin put his head on Bill's
shoulder.

Minutes later, and Colin poured his dad another cup of coffee. He sat down
and looked at the camera in the corner of the sitting-room.

"Dad, do you have something to tell me about these cameras? They are not
here for security reasons, are they? Spy-cams, I guess." Colin tried to
sound upset.

Bill coughed, but did not answer.

"Who has watched our reality-show this weekend, Dad? A hot show by the
wayÉ." Colin turned to his Dad.

"Who do you think, son?" Bill looked down.

"Mr Reynard, I guess? He told me this summer that there was money in
reality shows and that he would like to try the concept. But why didn't you
tell me, Daddy? You are my manager." Colin was serious.

"Both Mr Reynard and Kasim Ð you know he's Reynard's full-time assistant
now Ð would like to present it as a spy-cam story. It's not how you
think. It's not streamed, nobody but those two will have seen it. They will
make a twenty minutes teaser; a teaser for your private shows this
season. The rest will be deleted. They will send the final cut to us and
you have the final decision." Bill felt a bit ashamed.

"So the spanking was a stunt then, Dad!" Colin whispered.

"No, it wasn't. There was no acting by you, and none by me either. I'm
sorry for keeping it secret, son!" Bill hugged the youngster. "We can call
Mr Reynard and tell him to drop the whole project."

"Why should we do that? A really good project; very cool idea, and I guess
I will get paid for my sore bum. You know I trust Mr Reynard 100 per
cent. He loves money, and I think he will be happy with both of us." Colin
grinned. "Even Mr Reynard has had a hot and wet weekend, and I bet Kasim
wished with all his heart that he could have been in your position, eh?"

"Why no camera in your bedroom, Dad, when they are all over the house?"
Colin suddenly asked.

"I was shy, son! I'm not a professional Ð not like you. So I removed
it. We can remove the rest if you feel for it." Bill hugged Colin again.

"We can take a look at the clips and see if we need to make some new
scenes, then we'll decide. I think I would prefer home to be our very
private cave though!" Colin kissed Bill tight.

"You stupid actors. Now I know why you put a black mask on Bruce; the new
porn actor from Western Scotland!" Colin was back to his normal teasing
self.

They heard a car on the gravel outside the house. "Give Kenny some coffee
while I get ready, please. I think I go with him back to Glasgow. I have
packed some material from summer for our new apartment." Colin, still
naked, hurried upstairs.

Colin was carrying some bags to the car when Bill stopped Kenny in the
doorway. He gave him an envelope. "Emergency Use only!" he said. "And drive
slowly, you are both very valuable to me!"

Kenny was in Bill's arms when Colin returned. "Be careful mate, or Dad will
want us to stay overnight, both of us! I love you, Dad. Take care!"

Bill watched the car all the way down the road, until it speeded up for the
main road. "Boys will be boys!" he said to himself. "Why can't they only
inherit our good sides?


To be continued


If you, dear reader will like to read more about the Jungle Party in
Anton's house please go to `Colin's New Adventures' Ð Chapter 77, second
par.