Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2023 10:33:18 +0200
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 65

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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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Bill


COLIN - STUDENT AND MODEL


Chapter 65 (Special show in Oslo - arrival in Iceland)


Colin always loved spending time with Olav. They renewed their piss-brother
vows by pissing together and crossing streams in the toilet bowl and then
by pissing on each other. The two normally confirmed bottoms also fucked
each other like rabbits several times during their time together. Now Colin
was waiting for Bill at Oslo's Gardermoen Airport.


Colin smiled when he saw Bill and rushed towards him. They hugged and
kissed, ignoring those around them. "I have received a message from Reynard
saying that Mr Hansen has sent a driver to collect us and take us to his
house," Colin told Bill when they parted. "I still know nothing about the
man, his age or where he lives. Just the name Hansen, which could be
fake. Reynard refuses to say more to protect the man's privacy."

"I guess we'll just have to trust Reynard," said Bill as they looked around
for the driver. "This Mr Hansen hasn't asked to fuck you so I don't suppose
his age matters."

"True," said Colin. "I rarely know much about audience members in the
private shows. This is just a very private show."

Minutes later they were sitting in the back of a limousine with blacked out
windows. They were invited to help themselves to champagne during the
journey but neither of them wanted anything.

"I have a surprise for you," Colin told Bill in the car. "Olav will be
coming to stay with you for part of my absence. He's doing a project over
the next few weeks and he can do it anywhere. I suggested he keep you
company while working on his project and he jumped at the chance of
spending some time with you. He said he'd also be happy to help a little on
renovating the new house."

Bill was surprised. "I don't know what to say."

Colin smiled. "Just say yes and I'll book his flight."

Bill smiled. "You know I always enjoy being with Olav."

"And having sex with him," grinned Colin. "Okay, I'll finalise the
arrangements later."


When the car entered the gates of the mansion where Mr Hansen lived and
drove down a long tree-lined avenue, Bill and Colin knew that the man had
to be very rich. That was reinforced when the saw the size of the house.

A butler greeted then as they walked up the steps to the entrance. "Good
afternoon, gentlemen. I will take you to your rooms and inform the master
of your arrival.

"Rooms plural," Colin whispered to Bill as they followed the butler. "I
want to share a bed with you."

Bill nodded. "Let's see what is being offered before we complain."

They were led along an upstairs corridor and shown into a room with large
double doors. "This is your sitting area," the butler informed them. There
are bedrooms there and there." He indicated with a flourish of his right
hand and added, "You may use either or both of them."

Colin opened the door of the nearest bedroom and Bill followed him
inside. They both smiled when they saw the enormous four-poster bed. They
looked around the room and were impressed by the fittings. Colin checked
out the en-suite bathroom and told the butler that the bedroom would suit
them well. He noticed that their bags had been brought up from the car.

"I will leave you to freshen up and will return in thirty minutes to take
you to the master." The butler gave a short bow and left the room.

"This is like a palace," smiled Colin. "I'm looking forward to my first
ever fuck in a four-poster bed."

Bill grinned. "It is rather special."

"I think I will change into something sexy for Mr Larsen," said Colin. He
opened his suitcase and pulled out a gold-coloured jockstrap, his tightest
dark blue city-shorts and a figure-hugging white t-shirt. Small white
slippers completed the outfit.

Bill freshened up at the sink while Colin had a quick shower and dressed in
his new clothes. "Our host will get an erection as soon as he sees you,"
Bill told Colin.

Colin smiled. "I hope so. He is paying plenty to see me." He booked Olav's
flight while Bill unpacked his overnight things.


A short time later the butler showed them into a luxurious sitting room and
then immediately retreated without saying a word. A distinguished-looking
grey-haired man wearing a well-cut, expensive suit stood up and
smiled. "Colin, I'm delighted to meet you at last," he said walking forward
with a hand held out.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr Hansen," Colin said as he shook the man's
hand. "Allow me to introduceÉ"

"Bill. I recognise you." Mr Hansen smiled and shook Bill's hand. "I
recently acquired every one of Colin's videos, including recordings of some
private shows. I have seen you in some, described as Colin's father."

"You've done your homework," smiled Bill.

"He's not my real father but Bill has taken care of me since I was
fourteen," Colin explained. "He the best father any boy could wish for."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr Hansen," said Bill. "Thank you for inviting us
to stay in your beautiful home."

"You're welcome. I'm glad that you were able to accompany Colin. Take a
seat, both of you," smiled Mr Hansen. "Would you like some champagne?"

They chatted about Norway over drinks after Colin confirmed that he had
visited the country a few times and then about Colin's modelling
career. "Would you like to take some photos of me before dinner, Mr
Hansen?" Colin asked. He smiled and added, "I plan to put on a sexy show
for you afterwards."

"That would be lovely. I have my camera ready," said Mr Hansen. "I hope
that Monsieur Reynard conveyed my request to record our little photo
session on video."

"He did and I have no objections since it is only for your personal use,"
Colin responded. "Where do you want me to undress?"

"In the conservatory since the light is best there," replied Mr
Hansen. "Please follow me."

Colin and Bill followed the Norwegian into a huge conservatory. Three video
cameras surrounded a small stage and electric lights supplemented the late
afternoon sunlight. Bill raised an eyebrow at the almost professional
set-up while Colin was pleased that the man had gone to so much trouble to
get good pictures.

Mr Hansen picked up his digital camera, switched on the video cameras and
told Colin to start whenever he was ready. Bill whispered to Colin, "Try to
avoid getting an erection before you're naked."

Colin smiled as he stepped onto the low stage and turned to face Mr
Hansen. "I won't attempt a striptease routine but I will undress slowly to
give you the opportunity to take lots of photos. By the way, do you like
what I'm wearing?"

"You look very sexy in those clothes," replied Mr Hansen. "I particularly
like the way your nipples are visible through that t-shirt."

Colin pinched his nipples through his t-shirt. "Do you have a nipple
fetish, Mr Hansen? I love having my nipples worked on so you can play with
them later."

Mr Hansen was heard to groan as he took some photos.

Colin pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it to the side. Then he slowly
turned around before pinching his nipples again. Bill worried that the
nipple play might get Colin's cock stiff but Colin was able to maintain
control.

The slippers and shorts came off. "This is a JustColin jockstrap," said
Colin. "I hope you like it."

"I love it," Mr Hansen said, snapping away as Colin slowly turned. He
moaned and said, "Oh yes," when gazing at the lovely buttocks.

Colin was looking over his shoulder at Mr Hansen when he gave his bum a
spank. "Some men say this is my best feature."

"I might agree but I think you have a beautiful smile and lips too," said
Mr Hansen. "Oh, and those tits are also amazing."

Colin was now facing the man again. "You know from seeing my videos that my
cock is pretty small. I hope you don't mind that."

"Not at all. I always think a small cock suits a pretty bottom boy,"
responded Mr Hansen. "Oh! My apologies. Perhaps you're not a total
bottom. It's just that you bottom in all your videos."

Colin laughed. "Your assumption was correct, Mr Hansen. "I am a 100%
confirmed bottom boy. My cock wasn't made for fucking. I was born to be
fucked." He put his thumbs into the narrow waistband of the
jockstrap. "Time for the total reveal."

Bill was watching Mr Hansen's face and he seemed to be holding his breath
as he waited for Colin to remove the jockstrap.

Colin quickly pushed the jockstrap down and stepped out of it. "Ta da!" he
sang as he stood with his arms out from his sides.

Mr Hansen gazed at the flaccid cock (no more than 5 cm/2 inches long),
hairless balls and the small trimmed patch of pubic hair before slowly
smiling. "You look even better in the flesh than I imagined. Your uncut
cock is just perfect."

"You will make me get stiff saying things like that," smiled Colin.

"I want to see you stiff but let me get some close-up pics of that little
beauty first." Mr Hansen hurried closer and knelt in front of Colin to take
photos of his cock and balls. When Colin's cock began to lengthen, Mr
Hansen moved back a little to ensure that he wasn't blocking any of the
video cameras and then took photos as the cock gradually became fully
erect. "It really is beautiful," he said with a smile.

"Feel free to touch it," said Colin.

Mr Hansen reached out and grasped the cockshaft. He slowly eased the
foreskin down as far as possible, until Colin gasped because it had become
painful. "Sorry," the man said, letting go of the cock.

"No need to apologise," said Colin. "If you have seen all my videos, you
will know that I have suffered much worse during cock and ball torture
sessions."

"You enjoy those sessions? Mr Hansen asked.

"Oh yes, although I prefer tit-torture to CBT," replied Colin. "I was
taught to enjoy BDSM by an expert," he added, smiling at Bill.

Mr Hansen smiled and took hold of Colin's cockhead between his thumb and
forefinger, and squeezed gently to open the piss-slit. He smiled when a
bead of pre-cum appeared. "You start leaking quickly."

"The touch of a sexy man always makes me do that," responded Colin.

Mr Hansen gave a small laugh. "I'm sixty-four. It's been a long time since
anyone called me sexy."

"Well, I think you're sexy," said Colin. "I've always been attracted to
older men."

Mr Hansen smiled. "Thank you for the compliment." He cupped Colin's
hairless balls and then gently tugged them, watching the small cock bounce
up and down. "May I take a close-up of your fabulous ass and maybe touch
it?"

"Of course. You have paid to take photos of me naked and no parts are off
limits," replied Colin. He turned around and listened as Mr Hansen took a
few pictures. Then he used his hands to spread his arse cheeks. "I guess
you want photos of this too."

"That really is a beautiful boy-cunt," Mr Hansen said. "It's smaller than I
expected after seeing you take some huge cocks."

"It stretches, Mr Hansen," said Colin. "Some big cocks are painful to take
but I do regular exercises to stay tight. I like to provide a memorable
fuck."

"Nobody could ever forget fucking a boy as beautiful as you," said Mr
Hansen as he took several more photos.

"Again, feel free to touch," Colin told the man.

Watching from the sidelines, Bill was turned on watching Colin offer
himself to the Norwegian. The bulge in the man's trousers showed that Mr
Hansen was turned on too as he caressed Colin's butt cheeks and then gently
fingered the pink pucker.

"You're driving me crazy, Mr Hansen," Colin said. "Shall we end the photo
session with me jerking off for you?"

"Would you really do that? I'd love to see it," responded Mr Hansen.

Colin turned back to face the man. "You've made me horny and I really need
to cum," he said with a smile. "But don't worry. I will be able to cum
again when I put on a little show for you later."

Colin spread his legs a little wider before taking told of his cock. Then,
looking directly at the Norwegian, he began to wank. He occasionally
pinched or tugged a nipple while wanking and he leaked more pre-cum. When
he reached behind himself to finger his love-entrance, he said, "I prefer
to cum while being fucked if at all possible." Moments later, he moaned
softly and said, "I'm about to cum!"

Bill and Mr Hansen watched with smiles on their faces as Colin spunked
off. Colin had tilted his body backwards before directing the jets of cum
towards his chest. Later eruptions landed on the smooth stomach and the
final drops coated Colin's fingers.

"An impressive display, young man," said Mr Hansen.

Colin licked the cum from his fingers and said, "Thank you, Mr Hansen. I
won't be offended if you say no but would you like to taste my boy-cream?"

"I certainly would," Mr Hansen replied, moving forward and using a finger
to scoop some cum from Colin's chest. He tentatively licked at his finger
and then sucked it clean. "It's delicious."

Colin smiled. "Help yourself to me," he said as he removed some cum from
his stomach.

Mr Hansen nodded and bent down to lick the remaining cum from Colin's
chest. "Thank you for that honour. I don't think the guests at your normal
private shows get to do that."

"This is not like my normal private shows," responded Colin. He stepped off
the stage and watched as Mr Hansen switched off the video cameras. "Would
you like me to remain naked or shall I get dressed again?"

"Em, I think you should get dressed," said Mr Hansen. "My staff are very
discreet but I don't really want them seeing you naked."

"Quite right too. They haven't paid." Colin winked at Mr Hansen to let him
know that he was joking.

Mr Hansen smiled. "I think we're all ready for another glass of champagne."

***


A three-course dinner was served with some rather special
wines. Conversation ranged from Colin's studies to his overseas
travels. Although curious, Bill and Colin avoided asking Mr Hansen personal
questions. When coffee was offered, Colin said, "Not for me, thank you. I
will go upstairs to change into another outfit."

As Colin walked upstairs, he wondered about Mr Hansen. "Is he a businessman
or maybe a politician? He is very charming thoughÉand quite sexy."

Bill also thought that the Norwegian was a nice person and easy to talk to
but he was happy when Colin returned.

Mr Hansen was surprised to see Colin wear a bathrobe and carrying a small
bag. He smiled and nodded his appreciation when Colin explained that he was
wearing the robe to avoid any gossip if he had been seen by any of the
staff. "Shall I unveil my outfit here or do you wish to film it in the
conservatory, Mr Hansen?"

"Let us return to the conservatory," replied the man. "I'd love to have a
full record of this very special occasion."

Once back in the conservatory, Mr Hansen set the video cameras rolling and
then Colin climbed onto the small stage. At his request, a padded leather
bench and a small side table were now on the stage.

"Mr Hansen, you know that I am from Scotland," Colin began as he placed his
bag on the table. "This evening I am wearing a variation of my national
dress." He unfastened the bathrobe, let it fall to the floor and took a
step forward. "Do you like it?"

Colin was wearing a short-sleeved, almost see-through white shirt with the
top four buttons open and a kilt. Although there was a normal sporran, the
kilt was far from normal. It was short, very short.

Mr Hansen smiled. "I like it, Colin. It's quite sexy."

"I'm glad you like it." Colin paused. "I'm sure you know that a true
Scotsman does wear anything under the kilt but, since you are a JustColin
fan, I thought I should wear something."

"I look forward to finding out what that is," said Mr Hansen.

"Me too," thought Bill. Colin had kept this outfit a surprise from him.

Colin smiled and took two pairs of tit-clamps from his sporran. "I always
get an erection when my nipples are pinched. Would you care to attach
these, Mr Hansen?"

"I'd love to," replied the Norwegian. He held out a hand and Colin dropped
the clamps into it.

"Feel free to play with my nipples to get them erect before attaching the
clamps."

Mr Hansen smiled, put the clamps on the table and opened the remaining
buttons on Colin's shirt. "I love these big nipples," he said. He rubbed
them with his fingertips and then pinched them using his thumbs and
forefingers. Colin moaned and pushed his chest forward. That encouraged Mr
Hansen to pull and twist the stiff nubs.

Both Bill and Mr Hansen noticed the sporran rise slightly as Colin's cock
lengthened and stiffened. "Don't stop," whispered Colin.

Mr Hansen then leaned forward to lick and bite each nipple in turn, causing
Colin to moan again. "I think they're ready for the clamps now," the man
said. He picked up the items Colin had given him and found that the first
pair were clover-clamps with rubber tips, connected by a chain. The second
pair were not spring-loaded like the first. They used a screw for
attachment and so were potentially much more painful. In addition, they had
weights hanging from them. "These look nasty," said Mr Hansen.

"I agree but I haven't experienced them yet," said Colin. "I'm hoping
you'll use the clover-clamps first."

"I'm happy to do that." Mr Hansen smiled and removed Colin's shirt
completely. He then attached the clover-clamps, enjoying hearing Colin
wince as each one was put in place. He then gave the chain a tug, adding
pressure on Colin's nipples.

Colin moaned softly. "My cock is fully erect now, Mr Hansen. "You can feel
it if you like."

The man reached under Colin's kilt and grasped the rock-hard cock which was
covered by silky material. He squeezed it firmly and then rubbed the
cockhead with his thumb. "Very hard and quite wet too. You really do like
having your tits worked over. Maybe it's time for the other clamps."

"Whatever you say, Mr Hansen," said Colin. "I'm your toy-boy this evening."
He let out a little howl of protest as the clover-clamps were removed.

Mr Hansen examined the other clamps and saw that the weights could be
removed. He took them off and then placed one clamp over Colin's right
nipple. He tightened the screw until Colin let out a whimper and then
attached the other clamp. "Now for the weights," he said. He hooked the
weights to each clamp and then let go of both of them at the same time.

Colin howled and then said, "Fuck! That hurt!"

"Shall I take them off?" asked Mr Hansen.

"Later," said Colin. "Why don't you take my kilt off now?"

Bill helped Mr Hansen remove the sporran and then the Norwegian opened the
belt and let the kilt fall to the floor. Colin was now wearing a white
thong which was see-through where wet with pre-cum. "Do you like my thong?"
Colin asked.  He slowly turned around and JustColin was only just legible
on the rear of the narrow strap around Colin's waist. The thinnest of white
strings went between Colin's bum cheeks to hold the front of the thong in
place.

"It's almost as if you're naked when seen from behind," said Mr Hansen. "I
like it a lot because all of your beautiful ass is on view." He couldn't
resist touching the firm, rounded buttocks once more.

"You will have seen me being spanked in some of the videos. Would you like
to spank me, sir?"

"You would allow that?" Mr Hansen asked.

Colin looked over his shoulder and smiled at the man. "Yes, of course. I
know you won't go too far. In fact, there is a paddle inside my bag. You
can use that after spanking me with your hand."

Colin took the paddle from his bag and gave it to Mr Hansen. "Shall I bend
over your knees?" He whimpered as the weights attached to his nipples moved
but his cock leaked more pre-cum onto the thong as he got into position for
his spanking.

Mr Hansen caressed Colin's buttocks once more before giving them a gentle
spank. "You can be firmer," Colin told him. He let out some gasps when then
man gave him five firm spanks.

"And now the paddle." Mr Hansen picked up the paddle and looked at Bill
before proceeding. Bill nodded his approval and Colin received six hits
with the paddle. "Your ass is a nice shade of pink now," he said.

Colin said `thank you' before getting to his feet. He had leaked so much
pre-cum that virtually all of the thong was now see-through. "Would you
help me by removing my thong, Mr Hansen?"

The man was of course delighted to assist. "I love the fact that you leak
so much. It shows everyone how excited you are and that it's not just an
act."

"Yes, I do get excited by having an audience, Mr Hansen. Perhaps too
excited," said Colin. He reached into his bag and took out a
cockwhip. "Would you like to whip my naughty cock?"

Colin had never let an audience member go this far at any of his private
shows. Bill was aroused seeing him allow this unknown man to work him over.

Colin let out a little yelp each time his cock was hit but he immediately
thrust his cock forward for more. A louder noise was made the soft strands
of the cockwhip hit the hairless balls.

"That's probably enough," Bill said after the eighth stroke. "You should
remove the tit-clamps too."

Colin howled loudly when the clamps were removed and the blood flowed back
into his abused nubs. However he smiled at Mr Hansen. "I enjoyed that and I
hope you did too."

"I did," responded Mr Hansen as he sat down again. "I have never been
involved in any kind of stuff like that before. It only started to turn me
on when I watched you being worked over and enjoying it in your videos."

"I'm happy that I was able to let you try something new," said Colin. "Now
I'm desperate to cum." He pulled a thick 20 cm (8 inch) dildo and a tube of
KY jelly from his bag and sat down on the padded leather bench. "I'm going
to end the show by fucking myself to climax with this dildo."

"No!" Mr Hansen shouted. "Sorry. I didn't mean to shout. It would be nice
to see you using the dildo to make yourself cum butÉI don't know how to
say thisÉ"

"Go ahead, Mr Hansen. I'm willing to do almost anything to please you,"
said Colin. "What would you like see me do?"

"WellÉ" The man looked from Bill to Colin and then back at
Bill. "Thinking about you two having sex together has given me some
wonderful orgasms. I know you have never done anything sexual together on
stage or in a video butÉ" He paused.

"Go on," said Bill.

Mr Hansen swallowed. "I would love to see you fucking Colin."

Bill's eyes opened wide in response.

"I would pay double the agreed fee," Mr Hansen quickly added.

"I'm not a performer," Bill began.

"When my dad and I make love, it's a private thing," said Colin.

"I'll pay treble," said Mr Hansen.

"It's not about the money," said Bill.

Colin walked over to Bill, saying, "We need to talk." The pair moved away
and spoke softly. "This is our last night together for several weeks. I
don't want our love-making to become entertainment for a rich man," said
Colin.

"I totally agree," said Bill. "We stick to what has been agreed with
Reynard."

Colin nodded. "I'll use the dildo and let him touch me but that's all."

They walked back to Mr Hansen and Colin, who had lost his erection during
the discussion, said, "Dad and I are agreed. Our relationship is very
special and we're not going turn our love-making into a performance for any
amount of money."

"Okay, I accept that," said Mr Hansen. "I'm disappointed obviously but I
don't want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable."

"Shall I continue with the show as planned?" Colin asked. Mr Hansen
confirmed that he like that. Colin smiled and said, "Would you like to play
with my cock and make it stiff again?"

"Yes, please." Mr Hansen smiled and fondled Colin's balls before taking
hold of the small cock and wanking it to a full erection.

Colin lay down on the padded bench and picked up the dildo and the KY
jelly. He applied gel to the dildo and was about to do the same to his hole
when he looked at Mr Hansen and asked, "Would you like to rub some gel on
my boy-pussy?"

"I'd love to do that," the man responded. He accepted the KY jelly from
Colin and squeezed some onto two fingers while Colin leaned back and spread
his legs to reveal his pink opening. Mr Hansen rubbed gel all over the pink
pucker. "Shall I push a little inside?" he asked. Colin nodded and Mr
Hansen squeezed out a little more gel. He then used his middle finger to
push it inside the tight entrance. He only went in as far as his first
knuckle before looking at Colin for guidance.

"You can go a little deeper," said Colin. Mr Hansen pushed his finger in as
far as the second knuckle before moving it in and out in short fucking
movements. "That's enough," Colin said after less than a minute.

Mr Hansen resumed his seat and then Colin picked up the dildo. The
realistic-looking fake cock was huge compared to Colin's real one and Mr
Hansen (plus Bill) watched as the pink-coloured cockhead was lined up
against the shining boy-hole.

Colin moaned as he pushed the dildo and then gasped as it entered him. The
thick dildo was then pushed deeper until the fake balls were pressing
against Colin. "It's really filling me up," Colin said before proceeding to
fuck himself with the dildo.

After seeing Mr Hansen squeeze his erection, Colin said to him, "I don't
allow this at other shows but would you like to hold the dildo and fuck me
with it?"

Mr Hansen was delighted to get the opportunity and slid his seat closer. He
then took hold of the base of the dildo and proceeded to fuck Colin with
it.

"That's the closest any audience member has ever got to fucking my boy,"
Bill told Mr Hansen.

"I'm honoured," the Norwegian replied, pleased at being allowed to use the
dildo on Colin and knowing he could re-live the experience by watching his
video recording.

Colin had been pumping out pre-cum for some time but now he decided it was
time to bring the show to an end. He grabbed his cock and started
wanking. Mr Hansen's eyes switched back and forth between looking at the
dildo and looking at Colin's cock. He didn't pay much attention to Colin's
other hand which was playing with his nipples.

"I'm going to cum very soon," Colin warned. Moments later, he cried, "I'm
cumming!" The first jet of cum flew from his piss-slit and landed on his
nose.

"Bull's eye!" smiled Bill.

The second jet of cum landed on Colin's chin while the next five splattered
across Colin's chest. Mr Hansen watched in delight, still pumping the dildo
in and out of Colin's arse. The final drops of cum run down the backs of
Colin's fingers.

"Please ease the dildo out now, Mr Hansen," said Colin.

Mr Hansen slowly removed the dildo and then, to the surprise of both Colin
and Bill, he took the fake cockhead into his mouth and sucked it. Colin
then smiled and licked the cum from his fingers. Still looking at Mr
Hansen, he used a finger to transfer the cum from his nose and chin into
and mouth and ate it.

"Mr Hansen, if you would like to taste my cum again, please feel free to
lick it from my chest."

The man quickly stood up and leaned over Colin to lick every drop of cum
from his chest. He then kissed and licked each of Colin's nipples before
sitting down.

"Thank you, Colin. That was incredible," Mr Hansen said. "I really enjoyed
that."

"I'm glad," smiled Colin. "I'm sorry that you couldn't witness me being
fucked by another man. You will have to join others to do that. The shows
are very private."

"Not private enough for me, I'm afraid," said Mr Hansen. "I'm happy to have
met you though."

Colin stood up and put on his bathrobe. "This was an interesting experience
for me too, Mr Hansen. I need to clean up now."

"Would you like to use my heated indoor swimming pool?" Mr Hansen
asked. "There is a sauna attached and you and Bill are welcome to use
both."

"I didn't bring any swimwear," said Bill.

Mr Hansen smiled. "You don't need any. The two of you will be in there
alone."

"Sounds good to me, Daddy," said Colin.

"I will show you where it is," Mr Hansen responded. "You will find towels
bathrobes there, and I will take yourÉem, sexy outfit and toys up to
your room."

As they walked towards the swimming pool, Mr Hansen asked Bill when they
would like breakfast.

"About eight, if that is okay with you," replied Bill.

"That's perfect. I will take you to the airport afterwards," said Mr
Hansen.

The pool was as big as any hotel pool but that didn't come as a surprise
after seeing other parts of the house. "I will leave you to relax and have
fun," Mr Hansen told the pair. "Thanks again for a wonderful show, Colin."


Colin and Bill hugged and kissed as soon as they were alone. "Did you enjoy
my little show, Daddy?"

Bill smiled. "You know I did. You had me close to spunking off."

"I'm glad you were able to hold back," smiled Colin. "I want to suck you
off."

"Not here," said Bill. "Despite what Mr Hansen said, he might be watching
us."

"He has seen every part of me already," smiled Colin. "He will probably be
jealous when he sees your sexy body."

"I doubt that. He looks pretty fit," Bill said with a laugh.

"I bet his cock isn't as big as yours," grinned Colin.

"He isn't going to see mine stiff!" Bill retorted.

The pair had fun swimming lengths in the warm water and Colin decided that
he was going to practice his diving. Bill watched as Colin's cock became
erect as he climbed the steps up to the diving board. It was fully erect by
the time Colin raised his arms and prepared to dive. "I bet he's hoping
that Mr Hansen is actually watching us. That boy loves displaying himself
to older men," Bill said to himself.

When they moved into the sauna, Colin said, "There is no way a camera could
get clear pictures in this hot, humid environment. I want to suck you off
now, Daddy.'

"Okay, but add some water to the hot rocks and create more steam first,"
said Bill.

After having been turned on watching the show, it didn't take Bill long to
become fully erect after Colin's tongue and lips got to work. Colin
slobbered noisily over the cock that he knew so well, toying with the big
balls and looking up into Bill's eyes. The young man he loved soon brought
Bill over the edge and he groaned as he sent jet after jet of thick
man-cream down Colin's throat. When they kissed afterwards, Bill could
taste his own cum.

They walked hand in hand upstairs to their bedroom and fell asleep
`spooned' together.

***


Bill and Colin enjoyed a large breakfast with Mr Hansen. "Would you mind if
I came with you to the airport?" the Norwegian asked afterwards. "I am free
this morning."

Colin looked at Bill before replying. "We would be happy for your company
in the car but are you sure you want to be seen in public with me? I have
been approached by JustColin fans in the past here in Norway."

"Ah! I forgot how popular you are, Colin." Mr Hansen smiled and added, "I
think we should say our goodbyes in the car once we reach the airport. I
will ask my driver to bring a car with tinted windows so that people can't
see inside."

Bill and Colin finished their packing, with Bill wondering how many cars
the Norwegian owned. The butler and his assistant took their bags down to
the car and then Bill and Colin joined Mr Hansen.

"Would you like to sit in the front with the driver, Dad?" Colin asked as
they walked out to the car. "I will chat to Mr Hansen in the back."

Bill could see that three people could sit comfortably in the back so he
guessed that Colin had something planned. "I will do that, Colin. Give you
more room."

The car had only just pulled away from the house when Colin asked, "Can the
driver hear us talking, Mr Hansen?"

Mr Hansen smiled. "Only when I press the intercom button. Why do you ask?"

Colin smiled back.  "I fulfilled my contract with you last night. Today I
am a free agent and can do what I want, not for money. What I would like to
do is suck your cock and make you happy, and I would love a mouthful of
Norwegian man-cream before my flight."

"Really? That would make me very happy indeed." Mr Hansen licked his lips
and then pressed another button. "The windows between us and the front of
the car are now one-way and we can't be seen. Would you undress for me one
final time?"

"Aye, of course," replied Colin. "I love being naked as you know. Maybe you
would like to help me undress." He took his jacket off and then smiled at
Mr Hansen.

The Norwegian soon had Colin's shirt unbuttoned. His fingertips touched and
then pinched Colin's nipples before the shirt was removed. That brought a
gasp and another smile from Colin. Mr Hansen then squeezed the bulge at the
top of Colin's legs before unzipping his jeans. With the man's help,
Colin's shoes, socks and jeans were soon lying on the floor. "JustColin,"
Mr Hansen said as his fingertip ran over the words on the front of Colin's
low-cut briefs. The writing was vertical in the middle of the briefs,
directly over Colin's erect cock, so he was also touching the cock.

"Take them off, Mr Hansen," Colin said softly. "I want to be totally naked
while I serve you."

Mr Hansen smiled as he eased the briefs over Colin's erection and down his
smooth legs. Then he sniffed the briefs and put them in his jacket
pocket. "A little souvenir," he said.

Colin nodded and knelt on the floor between Mr Hansen's legs. He slid his
hands over the cloth-covered thighs towards the big bulge. "Feels like you
have a big one," Colin said.

"Not as big as Kasim's," responded Mr Hansen.

Colin smiled. "Few men are as well-hung as Kasim." He opened the belt
around Mr Hansen's waist and then unzipped the trousers. "Lift up," he said
and then he eased the trousers. His fingertips gently ran over the outline
of the man's cock and then he said, "Lift up again." Mr Hansen raised
himself once more and Colin pulled the boxer-briefs down."

"That is a nice one." Colin smiled as he gazed at the stiff, uncut cock. He
reckoned it was at least 20 cm (8 inches) long and probably as thick as
Bill's. It sat above a pair of shaved, egg-sized balls. "Very nice indeed."

Colin licked his lips and then leaned forward to kiss the cockhead and
swallow the bead of pre-cum on the piss-slit. He then kissed each ball and
then kissed his way up the shaft before taking the cockhead into his
mouth. He looked up at Mr Hansen as he sucked the cock.

"This is a dream come true," Mr Hansen said. "I never thought you might
actually do this."

Colin smiled with his eyes at the man and then took more of the cock into
his mouth, bobbing up and down and taking a little more each time. Mr
Hansen heard Colin softly humming and then he realised that Colin had taken
the whole of his cock into his mouth. He almost spunked off at the thought
but he was able to hold back.

Colin eased off the cock, wiped saliva from his chin and then teased the
man's piss-slit with the tip of his tongue. He was rewarded with some more
pre-cum. Colin licked all around the glans and then took the cock back into
his mouth. He knew their time was limited so he gently wanked the base of
the cock while sucking it.

Mr Hansen moaned but he eventually he couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm
going to cum!" he warned and then blasted off in Colin's mouth. Colin had
to swallow quickly to keep up with the amount of cum he was being fed but
he didn't spill a drop.

Mr Hansen moaned softly as he caressed Colin's curly black
hair. "Wonderful," was all he could say.

Colin licked the cock clean and then said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He
got back into his seat and looked out of the window to find that they were
close to the airport. "I'd better get dressed."

"You have leaked a lot of pre-cum. Let me lick it off you," said Mr Hansen.

Colin allowed the man to clean his cock and regretted that there wasn't
enough time for him to spunk off. He had only just finished dressing when
the chauffeur opened the car door for him to get out. "Thank you, Mr
Hansen. I enjoyed that," he said before leaving the car.

"Thank you, Colin. I will never forget your visit," responded Mr Hansen. He
called out a goodbye to Bill and then the chauffeur closed the door.

The chauffeur had already loaded the luggage onto a trolley so Colin now
took charge of it. "Your flight is thirty minutes before mine, Dad. We'd
better get you checked in first."

Bill checked his watch. "We have plenty of time but let's go. I want to
hear what you got up to in the back of the car."

Colin grinned. "I will tell you once we're through security."

***


Colin found his seat in the front part of the plane, row number two, a seat
by the window.  Bill had organised that. He had learned that the flight to
Iceland was expected to be quite rough that day. He knew that Colin wasn't
all happy for turbulence and strange movements and so didn't warn him in
case he worried too much.

"Strange to be all on my own," Colin thought. "I am used to travelling with
Bill, and this will be the longest we've been apart since I moved into his
house." He looked out of the window. There was a very nice view to green
Norwegian mountains but he knew there would be snow further north. The
weather was clear with winds from the south-west. Colin tried to relax.

"This is your pilot speaking." Colin listened to the announcement. "The
flight to Keflavik is expected to take one hour, fifty-five minutes. There
will be some turbulence so please keep your seatbelts on while in your
seats." The cabin crew were very calm, but Colin was stressed.

"We will be flying over Bergen soon. I wonder what Olav is doing." Colin
was trying to avoid thinking about what the pilot had said a short time
earlier.

They were flying through some clouds now and Colin closed his eyes every
time the plane made some strange movements. He refused the offer of food
and drink.

Soon they were above the clouds and all was calm. Colin looked out of the
window and the white clouds reminded him of a glacier in the sunshine. "I
wonder if we will have a trip to one of the glaciers in Iceland," he
thought. He had studied the programme of spare time activities from the
university with interest but couldn't remember anything about glaciers. All
of a sudden there was a hole in the clouds and a handful of islands could
be seen far down below.

"To the left we have a clear view of the Faroe Islands," the captain
informed the passengers. Minutes later they flew into more heavy clouds and
the plane seemed to tremble. Colin tried to lower his shoulders and
relax. He was sweating. He looked at the very calm well-dressed gentleman
beside him. He had been engrossed in a newspaper from the start of the
flight and nothing seemed to bother him. Colin watched the flight
crew. They walked through the cabin as if everything was normal, even
though they had to use their hands on the overhead luggage compartments to
steady themselves.

"Ten minutes to landing."

The captain's message came as a relief to Colin, despite the continued
bumpy ride. "Wish I could be that calm!" Colin thought.

"Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing!"

"It's almost over," Colin said to himself as he heard that the pilot lower
the wheels. He looked out of the window and suddenly he grabbed the hand of
the man beside him. "We're going to land on the water, sir! Or maybeÉ"
To the right he could see the runway, but the aircraft's nose pointed left,
towards the grey and white waves hitting black volcanic rock.

"Relax, boy. All is well! The ones in the cockpit have done this hundreds
of times." The man placed his own hand rest on top of Colin's with fatherly
care. "They let the plane sail on the western winds, just look. We will
soon change direction. It's rough, but quite normal." The man did not take
his hand away. With his thumb, he caressed Colin's hand.

Like a miracle to Colin, the plane changed direction just before the wheels
touched the ground. The landing was so soft that many passengers didn't
realise that they were down.

"Your first time in Iceland, son?" The man smiled and looked at Colin who
still had his hand in his.

"Aye, aye, sir. My first time. Sorry for being such a weakling!" Colin
pulled his hand away, blushing slightly.

"Holiday?" the man asked as the plane taxied towards the terminal.

"No, language studies, arranged through the Nordic Institute. I'm from
Scotland." Colin gave the man his hand again. "I'm Colin, sir. Thank you
for comforting me!"

Colin received a solid handshake. "Maybe I will see you then,
Colin. Reykjavik is a small city. I usually swim in `Laugardalur' at seven
every morning." They were about to leave the plane. Colin felt a strange
heat in his body, and he suddenly had a tenting erection. The man had
reminded him of Bill. He could have hugged him.

"Uni-group!" A man in his thirties showed up a handwritten sign. Colin
collected his luggage and headed for the small group. "Four girls or
women!" He counted. Then he saw two men, one mature, one probably his own
age.

"Welcome to Iceland! Happy to see you all. My name is Petur. I'm
responsible for transport and accommodation. We will do proper
introductions when we reach the university. Two more groups will arrive
later today, but I'll drive you to Reykjavik now." The man with a crew-cut
hairstyle checked his papers and ticked off Colin's name.

Colin placed himself near the young man, a tall, fair, smiling guy with an
open face. The man who had sat next to Colin on the flight was about to
pass the group. When he noticed Colin, he smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'm Jonas," the youngster whispered. "Good to see another young guy here."
He spoke English with a strange accent, as if he was singing.

"You're from Norway, up north!" Colin smiled. "I'm Colin, from Glasgow."

"Tromso, how did you know that? You are a specialist in Norwegian dialects,
eh?" Jonas started to fill up the van with people's luggage. Without
asking, he took care of Colin's luggage too. His short-sleeved t-shirt did
not cover the bulging upper arms. His round buttocks filled the tight
denim. Colin couldn't help watching him.

"Look to the left!" Petur pointed as the van travelled towards the
university. "That's `The Blue Lagoon', Iceland's number one tourist
spot. Don't go there. We'll find you some private ones."

The van stopped in front of an old wooden building, not far from the
university. "This accommodation block was once a school for educating
housewives." Petur grinned. "They stayed here for six months and then moved
back to villages and farms all over Iceland. Still a very good kitchen here
and there's a welcome dinner at eight tonight. Find your rooms now
please. I've been a dictator and allocated the rooms but it is possible to
make changes."

The group waited outside for further instructions, like all
newcomers. Jonas, the Norwegian from Tromso, was the only one who hurried
inside. Then he rushed back downstairs, and again he helped the others with
the luggage.

"I changed the names on the doors, Colin." Jonas passed with a grin. "We
are now roommates!"


To be continued