Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2021 10:46:28 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 34

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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 34 (Canberra and Melbourne)

Two men with light hangovers met at the bathroom door. The sun was about to
reach the balcony outside.

"Do you know where Colin is?" Bill asked his brother.

"I don't know, honestly. I went back to sleep after the most sexy wake-up
I've had for years," Ruairidh answered.

"What did he say when he found you beside him in bed this morning?" Bill
went on.

"He didn't comment. He just gave me the best blow-job ever." Ruairidh
scratched his hanging balls.

"Well, his sports bag is gone, so I guess he is having a morning swim in
the pool." Bill tried to cover his morning-wood.

"So, you haven't had your morning service then?" The older brother grinned
and gave Bill a light spank on his butt.

"After last night's show I think I need to take it easy, Bro. He was good
last night, wasn't he?" Bill shouted as he entered the bathroom. He tried
to make his hard-on ready for the morning ritual.

"He was the one to ask me to company you in bed, you know. I was almost in
dreamland," Ruairidh responded. He was dressed in khaki this morning.

"You were not! You were using your right hand, and Colin felt sorry for you
being alone." Bill turned on the shower.

"Are you sure he is just swimming?" Ruairidh was standing in the open
bathroom door, admiring his brother in the shower. "He said something about
a masseur yesterday." The man did not turn away when Bill soaped his
lightly haired body. "You really are in good shape, Willy. Your body is as
hard today as it was forty years go." Ruairidh turned and left. He felt a
growing erection, but it was not the time or the place for that.

A few minutes later, Ruairidh called out. "Colin is coming, Bro. He's
crossing the street now. I'll meet him and take him to the breakfast
room. You hurry up!" Ruairidh looked at his brother with a towel around his
wet hair. The damp body was shining in the morning light. Ruairidh had to
adjust his bulge again.

Colin had filled a huge plate before Bill arrived -- egg, bacon, sausages
and potatoes, and plenty of HP sauce. Ruairidh had started a bit more easy
with scrambled eggs and fruit. Bill soon found a classic oatmeal porridge
and a triple juice. The waiter brought black coffee.

"It's been a hard day's night!" Colin started the Beatles song as he looked
at the two brothers, both with an obvious morning-after look. "You ready
for sightseeing, uncle."

"Aye, aye. I'm fit for a long walk." Ruairidh straightened up. "Then we
will check out and head for Melbourne. I just talked to Kirsty. She will
make us a late supper tonight at home. And Paul searched for you on the
`net, Colin. He told his mother that he found some very sexy pictures of
you."

Colin blushed. He went to find some Danish pastry, and some chilled
water-melon.

"Did you see the masseur this morning?" Ruairidh changed the topic when
Colin was back.

"Aye, we had a very hot meeting after 2000 metres freestyle!" Colin winked.
"Now I just need to brush my teeth, guys. Are you ready?" Colin ended the
chat. The very sexy youngster in a tight outfit crossed the reception area
towards the lift.

***


Ruairidh was happy to take his guests on a guided tour of what he
considered the most important buildings of Australia's capital city. "We
will start with the Australian War Memorial which was opened in 1941," he
said as they set off in the car.

They were able to park within walking distance of the memorial. Bill and
Colin admired the view down Anzac Parade towards the parliament building
before they entered it. The Commemorative Area was calm as you would expect
and there were some people standing or sitting in quiet contemplation by
the rectangular pond in the outdoor space. They saw the Tomb of the Unknown
Soldier in the Hall of Memory and then visited the small museum.

Back outside the Memorial building complex, they gazed at the statue of
`Simpson and his donkey' which was erected to commemorate a soldier killed
less than four weeks after he had arrived at Gallipoli in 1915. They
learned how he and his donkey had transported wounded soldiers under enemy
fire and were reminded of the self-sacrifice of many in times of
war. Nearby was a tree planted in 1934 as a memorial to those killed at the
Battle of Lone Pine in 1915.

As they drove towards the national parliament, Colin asked Ruairidh if he
was now an Australian citizen.  "Aye, I give up my British passport and
became an Australian citizen in my early twenties," replied Ruairidh. "I
always regarded myself as a Scot rather than a Brit so it wasn't a big
deal. Now I'm proud to be an Aussie."

Parliament House was impressive and they were content to admire it from the
outside. "I read that the design was based on the shape of two boomerangs,"
said Colin.

"That's correct although I can't really see it," said Ruairidh. "Queen
Elizabeth opened this building in 1988. It houses both the House of
Representatives and the Senate. The Prime Minister's Office is in one
wing. Let's move on to the old parliament which I find more interesting."

They walked the short distance to Old Parliament House. "This came into use
in 1927 when Parliament was transferred from Melbourne," said
Ruairidh. "It's now officially known as the Museum of Democracy at Old
Parliament House."

Ruairidh led them inside and up a flight of stairs to the King's Hall. "You
will note the larger than life bronze statue of King George V who was the
king when this building was completed. The two debating chambers are on
either side."

Ruairidh took them into the Senate where they admired the wood
panelling. "This is the equivalent of the House of Lords at Westminster and
you will see the two thrones for the monarch and consort, or the
Governor-General and spouse, on official occasions. Oh, and you will note
the red carpet in here. The House of Representatives has a green carpet and
these colours were also used in the new building."

Bill was surprised to see that the House of Representatives was the same
size as the Senate despite having to serve many more members, giving the
chamber a cramped look. "The Speaker's Chair is a copy of the one in the
British House of Commons," said Ruairidh.

Colin had to use the toilet before leaving the building and smiled to
himself as he peed where many politicians had done in the past.

"There is a garden at the back but I think we should make an immediate
start on our journey to Melbourne," Ruairidh said as he looked at his
watch.

"Whatever you say, Bro." Bill smiled and patted Ruairidh on his back.

***


The traffic was rather heavy when they left the capital. A lot of the
temporary residents in the city were heading for the New Year celebrations
on the coast. After an hour's drive they again reached the main highway
from Sydney to Melbourne and the traffic cooled down.

"Will you drive for the next hour, Colin? I need a nap. I've had some heavy
nights since your arrival!" Ruairidh was yawning. He looked in the rear
view mirror where his brother was fighting to keep his eyes open.

"I would love to drive this `monster'!" Colin answered. "I'm not that
familiar with these automatic cars, but it will be fun."

"Shouldn't we stop for a piss soon?" Bill was suddenly awake.

"And I'm hungry too." Colin supplied. "We had an early breakfast and we
didn't ask for sandwiches, did we?"

"No, but I have a plan, Colin love. We will soon reach the city of Wagga
Wagga, half way between Sydney and Melbourne. I often stop at a Thai
restaurant there when I drive this way. It's one of the highest-ranked
Asian restaurants around." Ruairidh looked at his watch. "A bit late for
lunch perhaps, but they serve the best green curry you could ask for. What
do you say, guys?"

"Perfect, Boss. There might be some cute Thai boys there to cheer you up
too!" Colin grinned. He was not sure but he thought his uncle blushed.

A sign told that they soon would reach a truck stop and a service
area. "Let's take a stop here, and allow Willy to empty his bladder. Then
you may drive into town afterwards, son." Ruairidh slowed down.

The truck stop was pretty full due to the coming holidays, but Ruairidh had
obviously been there before and knew exactly what he was looking for. The
girls that waited beside the entrance road smiled and yelled at the car. "I
guess you aren't looking for service they offer!" Ruairidh teased Colin.

"What do they offer you?" Colin tried to play innocent. "There's two young
guys over there too - at the other side!" Colin pointed. "They look like
Filipinos."

"They look for papis," Ruairidh said. "Plenty of men here -- less trouble
to buy a young man than a chick."

Ruairidh parked the car between two huge lorries at the very end of the
parking spot. "You can use mother nature here instead of the stinky
toilets," he proclaimed. He was ready to open his shorts. No doubt that the
dry forest in front of them had been used as an open landscape toilet
before.

"I really need a toilet, guys. Too much to eat last night." Bill went past
the lorries to find the service rooms at the petrol station. Colin went up
beside his uncle, spread his legs and unzipped. "I told you about Olav in
Norway, the one I call my piss-brother." Colin found his half-hard small
one. "He has a local expression -- a true Norwegian never pisses alone."

"I like that!" Ruairidh said. "A lot can be solved among friends in front
of a trough."

"No trough here though!" Colin moved close to his pissing uncle. His own
yellow jet hit the dry ground.

"Did you like the Filipinos by the entrance, Boss? Hot guys eh?" Colin
teased.

"You mean the cock-suckers?" Ruairidh shook his dickhead to clean up. "They
hope for a lift as well, I guess -- or a ride." He grinned." Truck-stop
tarts we call them."

"I want to be your truck-stop tart, Boss. You're horny, aren't you?" Colin
used one hand to squeeze Ruairidh's growing cock. His other hand played
with the man's balls.

"I've been thinking of your mouth for the last hour, boy, but I couldn't
hope for a reprise from yesterday." He looked around, but nobody except for
the lorry-drivers could see them. When Colin pulled down Ruairidh's shorts
and knelt in front of him, he helped the youngster to get the brown veiny
cock deep inside. A blowjob from the tart soon became a real mouth-fuck
from the man who placed both hands on Colin's head and become very
active. Colin responded by groping the man's buttocks and put four fingers
- two from each hand - into his arse. Ruairidh moaned and Colin was afraid
this happening meant things would be over very soon. He was dripping hard
and wanted more.

Colin ended the uncomfortable kneeling and rose in front of his
uncle. "Please fuck me, Boss - fast and hard. I know you are close. No love
session, just a hard fuck. I'll be your whore, uncle! A real whore!" From
his pocket he fetched some lube. Then he bent forward and placed his hands
on the front of the car. Again Ruairidh looked around, a bit uncertain. He
did not see the lorry-driver watching and wanking in the cab of the nearest
lorry, but that would probably not have stopped the horny man. Seconds
later Colin's shorts were down at his ankles. The jockstrap's side ribbons
framed the globes and Ruairidh spread the buttocks to find the
boy-cunt. Spit, jelly and the man's own pre-cum greased Colin's hole. The
oiled cock searched for the target, and this time Colin did not
hesitate. He opened and pushed back. A bit surprised, Ruairidh quickly
bottomed in the boy with his huge weapon.

"Fuck me, Boss! Do me hard. I'm your whore -- use me, aye, aye..." He
gasped every time the man's belly hit his butt.

Ruairidh found the wet pouch that covered Colin's hard-on and pulled it
free. For the next few minutes the man-cock worked the open arse and a real
car-mechanic's hard fist jerked the student's erection.

"I'm cumming, Boss...please, please!" Colin sent his cum into Ruairidh's
cupping hands. Shortly afterwards Colin felt that his uncle was about to
end the show. Ruairidh withdrew and Colin managed to get down on his knees
again to catch the spurts emanating from the well-filled balls. Together
the two managed to take care of the spunk without splashing the car. "Good
boy, good boy! Dried cum is really bad for the car's paintwork!" Ruairidh
rubbed the front of his new car.


"Sorry for keeping you waiting, guys, but there was a big queue over
there. I brought you some cold water. You seem to need refreshment!" Bill
grinned, letting the pair know that he was aware they'd been having sex.

"You drive, Colin. Off we go! I'll guide you to the Thai restaurant. It's
in the middle of the city, but easy to find." Ruairidh pushed him forward.

The car adjusted the seat automatically for the smaller driver. They left
the truck stop. Colin gave the two Filipino boys a thumbs-up. Ruairidh just
smiled.

The lunch at the Thai restaurant in the centre of Wagga Wagga was
excellent. Colin asked for a medium hot green curry, and was happy for his
choice. Bill had ordered a real hot one and ended up with tearful eyes and
heavy coughing. "Good for your potency though, Brother!" Ruairidh had
commented.

Colin had been driving for more than three hours when they reached the
outskirts of Melbourne. They found another truck stop and had strong
coffee.

"Kirsty wants us to go directly to her new apartment in St Kilda. Since we
are a bit late she will serve us a hot meal as soon as we arrive," said
Ruairidh as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Better for me to drive in
the city. You can look around Colin. Melbourne is a very extensive city,
with a lot of more or less self-governing settlements."

"St Kilda is close to the sea, isn't it?" Colin asked. "I read about a red
light district there during the war."

"Well, it was - and is - an amusement area. It was probably always a bit
bohemian, so I don't know, but it's a nice place to stay. I know that Paul
-- Kirsty's son -- has done some kite surfing at St Kilda beach. You ever
tried that Colin?" Ruairidh changed lines to avoid the heaviest traffic.

"No, I haven't. We have of course plenty of possibilities in Scotland for
all kinds of water-sports, but I haven't even tried surfing. I'm probably
too conservative." Colin's serious remark was met by an outbreak of
laughter from Bill in the backseat.

"Do you live far from your daughter?" Bill asked, quickly changing the
subject. He had been very silent during the drive.

"I live some kilometres north, nearer to the city. I kept my small
apartment above the garage when we split. My wife ended up with our house,
you see," Ruairidh answered, sounding a bit sore. "But I kept the
business!"

***


An hour later Ruairidh parked at a guest area beside a modern residential
complex. A lift took them to one of the upper floors where they were met by
a very welcoming lady in her forties. She hugged her father before she
almost pulled Colin and Bill inside. Bill, at bit reserved, greeted her
with a handshake, while Colin was met by a tight hug.

"Paul, love! They are here!" she shouted and a long-haired, fair guy could
be seen coming out from a side room. Barefoot, dressed in wide, knee-length
shorts and a baggy singlet with a naked view to his upper body, met them
looking very relaxed. With sun-bleached hair and tanned body, both Bill and
Colin thought he was breath-taking. Colin swallowed and felt suddenly very
grown-up in formal tight shorts and a polo shirt.

"Hey Boss! Long drive?" The boy hugged his grandfather, before he gave Bill
his hand. "And here's the man who made Boss run away from home, and never
return!" He grinned before turning to Colin. "And here's the guy who makes
AussieBum look like pensioner's clothing. Cool to have you here, Colin. Too
formally dressed though!" He raised his hand for a high-five.

"Aye, too hot for us, but we are a bit shy up north, you know!" Colin
placed a hand on Paul's naked shoulder. The lad was not as tall as the two
brothers, but reached a bit higher than Colin's 1.65m (5ft 4in).

"Please come and sit down outside on the balcony for a cold drink. The
supper will be ready from the oven in a few minutes. I hope you are hungry!
Show your brother the bathroom, if you need to freshen up, Dad." Kirsty
dressed in a kaftan-like, sleeveless summer gown, went in front into the
very modern apartment.

"You may use my bathroom. Colin. This way." Paul placed his hand on Colin's
lower arm. The boys went into a small bedroom with a toilet and shower
behind a frosted-glass wall. "No time for a shower, I guess, but please
change into something lighter. You can borrow some of my stuff."

Colin smiled. The room reminded him of the room he shared with Kenny at
home. There was used training gear on the floor, some smell of soap and
sweat, and the very special smell from young sexually active men.

Beside the bed and a chair, the room was filled with computer
equipment. Two of the walls were covered with posters of steam locomotives
and railway maps.

Colin stopped and looked around at the various pictures. "I'm a volunteer
on the Puffing Billy Railway," Paul said by way of explanation. "Not as
easy to get there since we moved out here, but I do some jobs from time to
time."

"Cool," Colin said. "Maybe I could go with you one day?" He gave Paul a
bright smile. "And where did you find these pictures?" He pointed at two
photos of himself in JustColin underwear hanging on the wall above the bed.

"You are all over the `net, you know. Damn sexy model!" Paul blushed.

Colin did not know what to say. He stripped off his polo shirt and his
singlet, and pulled down his city shorts. Dressed only in a white thong
with naked buttocks he went into the small bathroom. Paul did not move.

"You like the JustColin style?" Colin grinned.

"Yes, I do -- very much. But I go commando when hot like today!" He winked
and left the bedroom.

Colin was almost irritated because he had grown super-hard during the talk
with the youngster. Normally he would be very reserved in meeting with
`kids' younger than him, but it was something about the whole situation
that aroused him. Again he looked at the two pictures above Paul's bed.

"I have to find out what else he has from the `net," he thought. "He seems
to be very computer-literate and the dirty stuff won't be in the open."

Colin kept the tight thong to keep his erection under control and put on a
pair of high-cut sport shorts and a super-tight singlet. The silk-like
material teased his nipples, which were clearly seen through the light
fabric. Barefoot, like young Paul, he entered the balcony and received a
cold drink from a smiling Kirsty. The lady was already very familiar with
Bill, and she winked at him when Colin arrived. Colin noticed the
situation, and could not but smile when he saw his dad and lover blush as
if he had been caught in dirty thoughts.

Soon afterwards Kirsty called them to the table. "She is flirting with you,
Dad. Every man has his price, you once told me. Be careful!" Colin loved
the situation.

"Hush, idiot!" Bill followed his son inside.

The view along St Kilda beach was excellent, and the food was superb --
Indian-style curried chicken and plenty of local red Australian
wine. Ruairidh handed Colin the car keys. "Not often I have a private
chauffeur," he said. "Just some months now, and you will have that job,
Paul." He placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder.

"In two weeks. I'll be eighteen on January 10th!" Paul was suddenly very
much a teenager.

"Cool!" Colin found this new friend's naked knee. Paul did not move away.

After supper and in the middle of a second whisky on the rocks, the talk
changed to Australian politics and then car business. Paul did not take
part in the discussion and Colin's thoughts were at first far away, and
then very near. He found Paul's eyes. The two lads talked without words.

"Paul has some pictures to show me," Colin said. "Please give me a shout
when you want us to leave for your flat, Boss."

"No hurry, son. Your beds are ready, and it's free time tomorrow. But don't
show him any dirty pictures, Colin. He's still a kid remember!" Ruairidh
grinned and slapped Paul's butt. The boy wiggled his arse and hurried in
front of Colin into his own room.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Colin peeled off the singlet. Paul did not hesitate
to copy him. He stripped off his loose t-shirt. Paul was thinner and
Colin's body had more definition. For some seconds the two just admired
each other.

"Please show me what you have found about me on the `net. I've never
searched for myself." Colin placed himself behind Paul who sat down and
operated three screens with professional skills.

"A lot of pictures, but almost JustColin and a German magazine which
carried an article about your modelling career. Ian asked me to make a
presentation. He fancies you, you know. In fact, he's crazy for you!" Paul
smiled. "But he has a very poor internet connection out there so I put
stuff on a memory stick for him. Did he tell you?" Paul switched on a
presentation.

Colin bent down to see better. He placed both hands on Paul's naked
shoulders and without thinking he started to give him some neck and
shoulder massage.

"No Instagram, no Twitter, no Facebook!" Paul sighed. Colin let his hands
follow Paul's upper body down to his rock-hard nubs. "But your German pal
has some stuff!" Paul showed a picture of young Robin -- naked with a
youngster behind which could be Colin.

"Aye, it's me. We had some fun inside a public toilet in Copenhagen -- in
the Tivoli Gardens! Colin used his fingers to squeeze Paul's nipples. The
boy put his head back to find Colin's body.

"He's only 17. The biggest cock I've seen on a teenager!" Colin's hands
moved down the sides of Paul's body. "And he's a great top."

"I have a picture of you with a hard-on too," Paul said.

"Can't be very impressive!" Colin said. He wondered what sort of
porn-picture could be on the open `net.

"Okay!" Colin smiled when Paul brought up the picture. "You can't hardly
call me naked. I'm painted. My stiff cock is the head of a snake, you
see. It was for a competition in France last summer. The painter was a
professional."

"Wish I could see the snake without paint, Colin. Ian said you are hot!"
Paul left the chair.

"He is well-equipped, your little cousin. Told me you had been his sex
teacher! Said you are a master of sucking!" Colin placed his hands on
Paul's low hanging shorts. "Your free-balling monster seems to be as big as
my German friend's!" Paul placed his hands behind his neck and gave a very
clear signal that he wanted to be stripped. Colin was not difficult to
ask. The boy's cock was a dream of a teenage cock. The head was part
covered by foreskin and the 20 cm (8 inch) quite thick dick was pale and
smooth. The bush above was more red than fair, and the balls were hard and
free from hair. Colin swallowed. His own little one struggled and just
waited to get its freedom.

"If you still want my snake without paint, you have to unveil the artwork."
Colin grinned. Seconds later the two were naked. Stiff cocks met when the
two hugged hard. Colin found Paul's firm buttocks and gripped them
tightly. Paul's hands moved to Colin's buttocks and spread them. Moments
later two fingers played with Colin's entrance.

"Please let me suck you, Colin?" Paul could hardly speak. His voice was
trembling.

"Let's do it 69 then. I want to eat you out. You're so damn hot. I have
your spit all over my belly, dirty man!" Colin pushed Paul down onto the
bed. The youngster turned around and let Colin's body cover him. "Go on,
don't be shy." Colin wanted to see what the youngster was made of. His
young cousin in Sydney had called him professional. To Colin's surprise,
Paul didn't start with his cock. He managed to have Colin spread his legs.
Being a bit taller, he easily found Colin's arse. The hot, wet tongue found
the rosebud.

"Aye, kid. Eat me out. Eat my pussy." Colin opened his boy-cunt while he
found the rock-hard cock and forced the foreskin back with his lips. Paul
moaned when Colin treated his cock quite hard. Colin, lying on the top,
took command. Soon he managed to swallow the Australian boy-cock. Paul
wriggled like a worm, but he was not able to get free. Colin just ate the
youngster's beauty. Trying to recover and get his normal breath back, Colin
forced his cock into the mouth below. The narrow bed didn't let them move
around easily, but soon Paul lifted Colin and placed him on top. Neither of
them was into a giving mode. This was just wrestling and fighting for a
fast satisfaction.

Paul turned Colin around. For a while, the two fucked just with heavy body
contact. Paul lifted Colin's legs and spread them. Then he went down on his
knees and spat in Colin's crack before he again ate his arse. With tongue
and lips the young man worked the love entrance. With one hand, he cupped
Colin's ball sack, and with the other hand he played with the erect
nipples. The professional treatment made Colin yell and shake, and when
Paul penetrated him with his tongue, Colin was already very close to the
edge.

"Yes, yes, yes...more...more." Colin lifted his hips and the youngster went
on. In a way Colin wanted to cool down, to show this kid who was the
master, but when Paul put a finger into his arse and formed it like a hook,
he could not stop the inevitable.

"I'm cumming. baby. I'm cumming, yeah...yeah...yeah, you're crazy man!"
White spunk shot hands-free from his cock, while Paul squeezed his ball
sack. Without a word Paul let Colin finish, then he climbed onto him and
sat down across his body. With an open mouth and the look of a fighter, he
wanked his beautiful cock to climax. He pointed at Colin's face.

"Eat me, eat me...take me!" The young man's spunk was met by Colin's open
mouth. Colin had cum earlier that day, but had still produced a good amount
of boy-milk. It was nothing compare to what this teenager delivered. Colin
tried to swallow, but streams of jizz dripped down from the sides of his
mouth. With cum all around, Paul met Colin's filled mouth. Like in a dirty
porn-movie, the two finished the heavy action with kissing.

Paul licked Colin's body and then he licked his cock, and Colin returned
the service.

"Your cousin is right," Colin smiled. "You are a professional
cock-sucker. I bet you are a good teacher too!" He winked.

Happy for the private shower, the two managed to look relaxed when they
entered the group in discussion on the balcony.

"You ready to drive to my flat, Colin?" Uncle Ruairidh asked. Colin
understood that both the brothers and Kirsty had more than just tasted the
whisky Bill had brought.

"We'll pick you up for the beach at nine tomorrow night, eh?" Ruairidh
looked at Kirsty. "You will come with us tomorrow too, or do you have other
plans?" He placed a hand on Paul's shoulder.

"No, no! I'll go with you. It's not often we have hunks like these around!"
Paul squeezed Colin's butt, while he looked at his grand-uncle and winked.

Colin felt some vibrations from his mobile. A short text message arrived.

"Hey hottie.  You go for New Year at the beach tomorrow? St Kilda Beach?
Please meet me by the Main Rescue Tower 10:30 PM if you need some
`massage'. Look for our team's blue and red flag. All the guys will be
here. Bring swimwear. Mr X."

***


There was a big difference between Kirsty's modern upper floor apartment
and Ruairidh's small and worn out apartment in the older part of the
city. Narrow stairs behind the old garage brought them to the second floor.

"I moved in here when my wife and I split up twenty years ago. The previous
garage owner lived here, and I should have renovated it, but you know..."
Ruairidh stopped himself. "You are very welcome. It's my castle now!"

"Over there, Bro." Ruairidh pointed at the bathroom door. He understood his
brother's needs.

Colin saw suddenly a tired man and went up to him, put his arms around him,
and kissed him. Colin was a bit overwhelmed by the strong arms that held
him tight and the searching tongue that met him. The kiss became both long
and intense and two hands pulled his hips toward his own. Colin felt that
the bulge was hard and inviting.

"I think I need a shower before I go to bed!" Bill was back and made no
comments about the two standing very close. A sound from the tramline was
heard outside. On the other side of the street was a well-lit car showroom.
"That's my store!" Ruairidh pointed through the window. "That's my life,
Willy. Far from Scotland and the green fields of home." Colin heard a proud
man, but also one with some regrets. He understood that his dad felt a bit
uncomfortable too.

"Two old men, a bit drunk, pitying themselves," Colin thought. "I've been
driving all day, and it's damn hot here!" he said. "You have a beer for me,
Boss? I hope you don't care if I strip! You take your shower, Dad."

"Silly me!" Ruairidh woke up. "Let me show you to your room." He went in
front into an old-fashioned bedroom with a huge double bed. "A good
mattress!" He used his hands to show his guests the bed. "You may do all
the actions you wish here, boy." He grinned -- his joyful spirit was back.

Colin placed his luggage beside the bed, and then he just stripped. "I feel
very much at home, Boss! You have that beer?" Naked he followed his adopted
uncle into the kitchen. Bill smiled and rolled his eyes.

Little over half an hour later, Colin curled up in Bill's arms. The bed was
comfortable and the air-conditioning wasn't bad, but Colin could not
sleep. With searching hands, he inspected the body he knew so well. He
heard his dad's sighs when he touched his nipples and he knew the absent
moaning when he cupped his balls and squeezed them lightly. He loved the
feeling when the flaccid cock started to grow, and he loved the reaction
when his dad curled his toes and almost lifted his body from the
mattress. As had happened many times before, Colin had made his dad's cock
change to iron-hard.

The love act between the two was long and soft, then fast and rough. Colin
- drained earlier by young Paul - gave his dad a mouthful, and Bill was
very happy to fill up his young lover for the second time that day.

"You'd better see if my brother is okay?" Bill had closed his eyes. "I
think he misses company tonight." He yawned. Colin knew Bill would be in
dreamland soon.

The door to Ruairidh's bedroom creaked lightly when Colin opened it. The
man was awake. "You have an arm for me, Boss?" Colin whispered. Ruairidh
lifted the light blanket and made room for the naked youngster. Soon after
Colin curled up beside a body not so different from the one he just had
left. He fell asleep with a caring arm around him.

***


"I need to check what's going on at the car showroom," Ruairidh said at
breakfast. "Can you two do some sightseeing on your own today?"

"Of course we can, Boss," replied Colin. "I have some ideas. You just need
to tell us which tram to take to reach the city centre."

"No worries. I'll get you Myki passes too. You'll need them to travel on
trams and trains within Melbourne, although the trams are free within the
city centre," Ruairidh explained.

Colin checked the street map as the travelled into the city centre and
confidently led Bill along Bourke Street when they got off the tram. "This
is one of the main shopping and entertainment areas," he told Bill. "This
is what I wanted us to see," he said when he reached the end of the
street. Opposite them stood Parliament House, the magnificent colonnaded
building which was home to the Parliament of the state of
Victoria. "Construction started in the 1850's," Colin informed Bill. "It
was the temporary home of the Parliament of Australia before it moved to
Canberra. Pretty impressive, eh?"

Bill agreed and took some photos. They looked at the adjacent Old Treasury
Building, now a museum, on the way to the Treasury Gardens where Colin
wanted to see a statue. "Robert Burns! I didn't expect to see a statue of
our Ayrshire poet here," said Bill. "I think it's the same pose as the
statue in Ayr."

"I think you're right," smiled Colin. "I read that virtually every Scotsman
living in Melbourne contributed to its cost when it was made in 1903."

"Where to next?" asked Bill.

"To some something connected with Captain James Cook, the man who claimed
to have discovered Australia," replied Colin. "We walk through these
gardens and cross the road into Fitzroy Gardens." They enjoyed walking
through the gardens and visited The Conservatory before seeing the sign
pointing to Cooks' Cottage. "This was Cook's family home in North
Yorkshire, built sometime in the 1750's. It was transported brick by brick
and re-erected here in 1934 for the centenary of the founding of
Melbourne." They paid their entrance fee and admired the building and the
collection of antiques inside. Bill liked the cottage garden and Colin
insisted on having his photo taken beside an employee dressed as a 19th
century British soldier.

They took a tram along to Flinders Street and alighted at St Paul's
Cathedral. After a quick glance at the cathedral they crossed to Federation
Square, a plaza flanked by abstract buildings, restaurants and art
venues. They had cold drinks and then walked along Flinders Street to the
Immigration Museum. "Since your brother was an immigrant, I thought you
might find this interesting," Colin told Bill.

Both of them found the museum interesting but Colin was desperate for food
when they came out. "Let's go the Southbank on the other side of the
river. There are lots of restaurants there," he suggested. They were
walking along Southbank when they saw river cruises advertised and Bill
booked tickets for a trip leaving at 2pm. So, after lunch, they took a
cruise up the Yarra River past the Botanical Gardens and Melbourne Cricket
Ground and down to the docks.

After the cruise, they used the Sandridge Bridge, a former railway bridge
but now a pedestrian and cycle path with some abstract sculptures, to
return to Flinders Street. From there a free City Circle tram took them to
the Docklands area. This modern harbour development with shopping and
waterside dining is dominated by high rise developments and the Melbourne
Star - a giant observation wheel which reminded Colin of the London Eye.

Another City Circle tram took them to within walking distance of Queen
Victoria Market. This heritage venue bustled with stalls and shops selling
everything from food to clothing, art work and souvenirs. Bill was
particularly interested in the fresh and speciality foods from many parts
of the world and couldn't resist buying coffee. Colin had a hot jam donut
with his pineapple juice while they listened to some musicians.

"I don't know about you but I'm shattered," Bill said as they left the
market.

"Yes, I think it's time we headed back to Ruairidh's apartment," said
Colin. "Let's find the tram."

***


"Are you not afraid of losing him?" Kirsty and Bill sat side by side on
beach chairs brought from home. The two had been working on the simple
barbeque in front of them. Ruairidh had gone off with Colin and Paul to
shoot some photos of the youngsters playing in the sea. The sun was about
to set, but the temperature was still high.

"You mean if he falls in love with someone else?" Bill answered.

"Yes, what if he finds someone younger than you. You are 40 years older
than him, aren't you?" Kirsty smiled.

"Well if does, I will have to think about our good years, and hope he will
be happy." Bill did not hesitate. "He's preparing his own life. So far I
think I've been a good influence in his life."

"And a damn hot lover!" Kirsty smiled.

"If you wonder if I fill his needs, you'd better ask him. He will tell you,
I'm sure." Bill liked the free-speaking lady. "Be prepared for a very
direct answer though."

Colin and Paul returned all wet, in the smallest and tightest speedos
possible. Ruairidh followed them, in a small speedo as well, showing off
his rather big belly.

"You might as well be naked. Not much is being covered!" Kirsti grinned.

"Let them be kids, Kirsty. We are ready for food now, aren't we? Or have
you two only been flirting?"  Ruairidh sat down on the sand. "Hungry boys?"
He looked at the two wet youngsters laying side by side on a huge beach
mat.

"I could eat horse!" Colin shouted.

"And fuck a beast!" Paul whispered.

"Shut your mouth, Kid!" Kirsty was sharp as a knife. No-one saw that Paul
had a finger inside Colin's speedo, deep inside, and Colin loved it. The
two had finger-fucked in the water and they had not been happy when
interrupted by the camera.

Prawns and chicken on the grill, and all sorts of salad, and plenty of cold
drinks -- it was a marvellous meal.

"I have an appointment in fifteen minutes!" Colin announced. "Down by the
rescue tower -- the swim team I met in Canberra. You must get my dad into
the water, Paul. He's so shy."

"I will come with you, Colin." Ruairidh was very direct. "It's dark, and
there's a lot of strange people for the fireworks. Be careful!" Colin put
shorts on and found his mobile phone.

Minutes later Colin saw the swim team with the blue flag in front of the
rescue tower. They cheered when Colin arrived. Their leader was soon in the
middle of the group giving Colin his hand while putting the other on his
bare shoulder.

"Meet my uncle, sir!" Colin turned to Ruairidh.

"Trainer Jack," the man answered.

"Look for me in half an hour, Boss, please!" Colin suddenly felt like a
kid, but he did not want to make a scene. I'll call!"

"Come on, let's swim!" One of the guys was in full action. Colin stripped
off his shorts and asked Mr Jack to look after his phone. "Afterwards I'll
be in need of a short massage, sir." He grinned and ran off with fifteen
cheering youngsters.

Colin and some of the swimmers were back after ten minutes. "You need a
towel, son? Please come with me." Mr Jack went in front and used his
key-card to open the side-door to the tower. The room was filled with
rescue equipment.

"Let me dry you!" Mr Jack, dressed all in white, found a towel. Without
asking. Colin peeled off his speedos, closed his eyes, placed his arms
behind his neck and spread his legs. He was ready for some service.

***


When Colin met Ruairidh half an hour later, he put an arm around the man's
waist when walking back to the family group. "Thank you for taking care of
me, Uncle." Colin said. "I feel very secure with you!"

"I think Paul is very secure too!" Colin squeezed his uncle's butt. Paul
was sitting on Bill's lap, both of them covered in a huge beach blanket.

The first firework covered the dark sky. Soon the next followed, and some
minutes later the sky was filled with firework in all possible colours, and
all possible shapes. Cheering, dancing - smoke, thunder and shots filled
the tropical night. It was a new year for Colin and Bill Down Under!


To be continued