Date: Wed, 24 May 2023 10:39:23 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 66 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 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. We would love to hear from you if you are enjoying this story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill COLIN - STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 66 Ê(Iceland - Ari - Golden circle - Torgeir ) Colin was standing next to the small, prominent lake in central Reykjavik. Most visitors to the city pass along its shore, as it is situated in the city centre not far from Reykjavik City Hall. Colin had walked a small distance from the house where he was settled, happy to get some fresh air before supper. "Strange to call the lake Tjornin," he thought. "In English we would probably translate that as `the pond'. In Northern England some would call it a `tarn' - basically the same word." Colin was deep into academic thoughts when he saw a man taking photos of him. "Maybe he's just taking pictures of the hundreds of birds," he said to himself. "Don't always believe you are the centre of the world, to quote Dad." The photographer came closer. Now it was obvious that he was taking pictures of Colin, who turned in the man's direction. "Don!" he thought. "It could almost be Donald Matthews, the London photographer. He has the same look, same age perhaps, same attitude!" "You look as if you have seen a ghost!" The man smiled. "Am I annoying you by taking pictures of you?" "I thought you were a friend of mine. You're very much alike. Why are you taking photos of me, sir?" Colin was close to the man now. "Very professional equipment you have." "My name is Ari, and I'm a freelance photographer." He gave Colin his hand in a tight handshake. "I'm always looking for interesting views." "And why am I an interesting view?" Colin just smiled. "You are young, you have a great silhouette with your curly hair blowing in the wind," the man stated. "Some other photographers have mentioned the silhouette of my bum!" Colin grinned, a bit uncertain about this man who had suddenly turned up. "You didn't, sir?" Colin looked at the man who swallowed twice and coughed lightly. He was obviously a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, sir. I wasn't suggesting anything inappropriate. You see, the man you looks like you would probably have asked me to undress. He loves to take pictures me in my birthday suit!" Colin smiled. "Who wouldn't?" the man whispered. "What did you say sir? The wind is getting stronger and it's quite cold here now." Colin had heard the man's comment and was in the mood to turn him on a bit. "I just said any photographer would love to picture you in the nude, young man, but you know that, don't you?" Again he lifted his camera. "Do you mind if I take some closeups in the wind. If you use your hand to comb your hairÉ" Suddenly Colin was posing and the man who had called himself Ari spent some minutes taking photos. "You want to pay me, sir?" Colin grinned. The man looked confused. This was probably not the reaction he had expected. "You buy me a cup of coffee perhaps? I don't know any coffee bars yet, and I need to get some Icelandic money." Colin pulled his jacket close around his lightly-dressed body. "My name is Colin by the way, and I like your silhouette too, sir." Now Ari blushed and turned around. "I know a place not far from here. Please follow me!" The man crossed the street and Colin followed. Like Don from London this man was probably in his early fifties. He walked lightly, was dressed in khaki and carried double photo bags. He had a body to admire even heavily dressed. His butt filled the trousers, and his naked lower arms showed a Nordic tanning and some fair hair. When he turned to let Colin into the coffee shop, he smiled with white teeth in a face tanned by an outdoor life. He touched Colin's shoulder, and the youngster's cock which had been stiff since the modelling by the lake, made a wet spot in his tight underwear. He had to adjust his teenage-like boner. *** "Okay, my young man, we have a plan! I will pick you up outside your house tomorrow morning, and I show you what the tourist authorities calls the `golden circle', and you pose for some photos!" The photographer had his hand on top of Colin's. "Agreed. I have no plans for tomorrow, Saturday or Sunday so that's perfect. And you will keep the photos for your private use?" Colin met Ari's eyes. The man nodded. "When do we start?" Colin looked at the watch. "Early, a long day. I'll bring food and drink. You only need some warm clothes." Colin bent forward and whispered across the table. "I thought you wanted me naked, sir!" "Not all the time. We need wool in this country, even in summer!" Ari tried to be serious even if he understood that Colin was in a teasing mood. "You know Havamal, where the almighty god Odin tells us how to live?" Ari went on and recited some paragraphs in old-Norse. "I know that advice, Ari, but it's not easy to translate in English. Something like: `He must rise betimes who has few to serve him, and see to his work himself; who sleeps at morning is hindered much, to the keen is wealth half-won.' Ari smiled in response. "See you tomorrow morning then, Colin, fit for your first real glimpse of this fantastic country." Ari hugged the boy he had met just two hours earlier. Colin felt comfortable with his new admirer, and looked forward to a guided tour in the Icelandic landscape. He decided he would wait until tomorrow night to call Bill. He knew the warnings from his caring Daddy. *** Colin went to bed early after a great dinner and a nice welcoming ceremony. Almost twenty students of different ages would live together and study the connection between Old Norse and the modern Icelandic language over the next six weeks. Colin felt very privileged for this opportunity. Before leaving the evening's gathering, he had looked for Jonas, his new roomie. The lad had been in the middle of a group of girls, telling jokes, looking very happy. "Well, well," Colin thought. "Kenny likes to tell people he is 100% straight butÉ" Colin was damn tired, and he had an appointment tomorrow morning at seven. His pillow was the only thing he needed just now. Colin woke before six o'clock. The sound from the bed just some metres from him was familiar. His new room-mate was having a morning wank. The duvet was turned down so that Colin had full view of the show. Normally he was no voyeur, at least not with buddies his own age, but he was curious about this northern Norwegian youngster. "He is well hung," Colin thought. "Not Kenny's size, but almost." Colin had to adjust his own morning hard-on. Jonas moaned silently and wanked with a fisted hand. From time to time he spat in his hand and wetted the pink cockhead. Something told Colin that Jonas knew he was watching. Maybe it turned him on, or maybe he just didn't care. "You need some help, buddy?" Colin asked. Jonas looked in his direction but didn't stop wanking. "I'm close, I woke with a real hard-on, and then I watched you play with your todger. Made me damn horny!" The youngster grinned. "But I was asleep, wasn't I? Really?" Colin knew from Kenny that he wanked while sleeping from time to time. "Yes, and you talked too, but unclear, just one word!" Instead of covering up Jonas showed off. "What service do you give?" He tried to sound a real man, but Colin saw the uncertain look. "I'll suck you if you feel for it. I love boy-milk so I am happy to swallow your load. No messy jizz around afterwards!" The naked Colin was out of bed. He was certain about the lack of an answer but he took hold of the unknown cock with two hands and made the head free of foreskin. Very carefully, he took the cockhead inside his mouth and used his tongue to check out the sensitivity. Jonas moaned and his body trembled. "How do you like it?" Colin asked. "Okay?" "First time!" Jonas grinned. "Untouched!" "But your girlfriend?" Colin looked at him and went down on his cock again. "Have none!" The answer was like a shot. "Okay, just tell me if you don't like what I do!" It was obvious to Colin that the guy would cum in seconds if he just went on, but why not check him out a bit more. Colin licked the lad's smooth, hard balls. He licked the cock shaft and he sniffed the curly pubic hair. He used his tongue and moved up the body, touching the nipples with the tip of his tongue. He lifted the muscled upper arms and sniffed and licked the armpits. The guy smelled of soap and young sweat. Jonas kept his eyes closed. "Who do you think about when you wank?" Colin was back with one hand on the very sensitive glans. "Ronaldo!" The guy seemed to answer with brief words. "And what would you like Ronaldo to do with you?" Colin asked. He put a hand between the youngster's legs and let one finger follow the arse-crack until he found the smooth entrance. "Nothing. I'd just like to see him naked. Maybe see him piss, and see him wank his big cock! Oh, I will cum if you go on!" Jonas made a small cry when Colin put the tip of the finger into his tight arse. "He didn't turn away," Colin thought. "Good!" "Let me have your milk then, Jonas!" Colin let less than half of the 20 cm (8 inch) cock stay inside his mouth when he started his suck. When the lad moaned again and spread his legs, Colin let the one finger go all into the body searching for the love-button. It was probably untouched and easy to find. "IÉIÉIÉ!" The lad shouted and cried and shivered. Colin guessed the lad had his first rectal orgasm. At the same time Colin used his other hand to squeeze the lad's nuts. Jonas shot again and again, as if he didn't really know what was going on. Colin had trouble swallowing, but he took all the spunk that came from the lad's balls. Jonas looked up, all sweaty and exhausted. "What did you do to me?" he asked. "Did you like it?" Colin smiled. He used two fingers to catch some drops of cum which dripped from his mouth. He gave the fingers to Jonas who seemed very uncertain but opened his mouth and licked. "You are a pro, man. Crazy!" Jonas looked up. "You want me toÉ toÉ " "No, not just now, I have an appointment. But come with me for a piss, okay? Colin went out the door and Jonas followed. Colin had a new roomie. *** "One part of my butt is in America!" Colin shouted. "The other buttock is in Europe! What about the area between then?" "In geology we call it the Mid-Atlantic Rift." Ari was one huge grin. "Maybe you can use your hands to show me the rift!" Ari had started this day's picture hunt and now a naked Colin was standing with his feet spread above a huge rift in the lava stone. A lot of tourists had done the same over the years, and Ari had taken photos of some, but this was the first time a naked youngster demonstrated the geology like this in the National Park of Thingvellir. (`The field of the parliament') "I guess you know that Iceland is the only place in the world where this rift is above sea-level, and where you can see the edges of both tectonic plates. That's what we see here at Thingvellir." Ari pointed and used his camera at the same time. "And of course that's the reason for the earthquakes and the volcanic activity in Iceland," Colin continued. "My dick is pointing towards the Allmannagja Gorge. Do we walk down to see the area for the first Nordic parliament?" Colin asked and turned his front to the photographer. "You fancy my body this morning, don't you?" The boy cupped his flaccid dick. "Quite cold though!" "You are a flower in this barren landscape, but you'd better put your clothes on now. The first buses will be here in a few minutes." Ari helped the youngster who had been barefoot while posing on the sharp lava stones. His hands touched the boy more than was really necessary and Colin answered by placing his hands around the man's neck and let chin meet chin. Finally he was on safe ground and Ari handed Colin a home-knitted woollen sweater. "My mum knitted this for me when I was a teenager!" Ari said. "I'll be happy to see you wear it. I've brought a woollen hat with the same pattern, but the sun is coming up now so I don't think you will need it. Let's go down to where the Law Speaker was standing when the Althingi was gathered. Colin placed himself with his back to the Thingvalla lake, and his face towards the steep mountain edge. With a theatrical voice he started to speak in Old Norse. The sound was extreme. Some American tourists that just arrived, applauded, as if this was a part of the entertainment. "A natural amplifier!" Colin said. He followed Ari down to a pond further down the gorge. "The Law Speaker was not a chief. He was just the man who knew the unwritten laws, the laws the chiefs from the whole country had worked out over the years." Colin was both eager and talkative. This was his academic arena. "A sort of democracy hundreds of years before such ideas came into play in USA and France!" "But the lawmakers were judges too!" Ari stood behind Colin and put his arms around him and almost kissed his neck. The boy was shivering in the sudden cold wind. "And it was a short way from judgment to implementation. Some were drowned here. It was no romantic society." Colin turned around, but stayed close. "Please let me take some photos of you down by the lake. No people there yet and there's sunshine now." Ari took Colin's hand as they went down the steep hill. The combination of knitted wool and Colin's naked upper body ended the photo session in the area between the two continents. *** "Thank you for giving me this great opportunity!" Colin turned to Ari inside the car as they got ready to drive off. The man blushed and said nothing. Colin was very close to the man he fancied. He gave him a light kiss and placed an open hand on his knee. Ari left the stony parking spot and headed east. Colin stayed very close. "Geyser has become a common international word, hasn't it?" Ari asked. "Yes, the word comes from the Old Norse `geysa'," Colin answered without any doubt. `Geysa' means `squirt' or `flow' in English." The man did not comment. "Are you a squirter or a flow-er, Ari?" Colin asked with a grin. The man tried not to answer, then he looked at Colin and was about to lose control of the car in front of a bridge. "You will soon see that both is possible at the same time." Ari blushed again. "Old Geyser is almost dead, you know, but his son `strokkur' is potent as ever before. There has never been a better visualisation of a male ejaculation than what you see when Strokkur in tenth of a second edges before he erupts twenty to forty meters high! " Ari, the photographer, suddenly squeezed Colin's hard bulge. Colin moaned and spread his legs. In front of him was the famous Haukadalur Valley and the geysers, but also a lot of people and many buses. Colin and Ari went as close to the geyser as possible. Strokkur had an eruption every five to ten minutes. Colin watched with an open mouth as he saw how the crystal-clear water built up like a bubble ready to crack. It was as if the water was teasing the public, close, close, and then suddenly there is the eruption. "You gave a good description, Ari. If we had been here alone, I could haveÉ." He grabbed his tenting shorts, but looked around. Not possible to do any erotic stunts here. Ari used his camera and had some good shots of Colin and the geyser. "You want to see the bubbling mud pots, Colin? Another spooky natural attraction in the area." Ari put a caring arm around the boy. "Be careful, it's hot, and the smell of sulphur is very intense." There were not so many people down there so Colin could take off his shirt. He sat down by the mud and played with his erect nipples. He even took some mud and coloured the coronas. Ari took photographs from all angles, while Colin could see that the man had a solid erection. "You are damn horny, aren't you, sir?" Colin whispered. "Please find a place where I can suck you off!" "Not easy here, but I know a place where we can picnic and have some fun!" Ari cupped his crotch. "You are hungry, aren't you?" "Hungry for your man-milk!" Colin answered. "Okay, let's go to the third tourist attraction - Gullfoss (The Golden Falls). That's my favourite, and I know how to see it from a place where we can be almost alone." Ari helped Colin back into the car. "Gullfoss is not the highest waterfall in Iceland, but the one with most water. The river Hvita (The white river) falls down into a crevice after what looks like a staircase." Ari pointed out. They were close to a new parking spot. Ari grabbed hold of the rucksacks and a bag. Colin wondered why he brought towels. "I guess we can't swim?" Colin teased. "No, but just wait and see! Let's climb the green hill." Colin already felt the water in the air, not rain, but a sort of fog. The sunshine made the most beautiful rainbow. "Take off your clothes, or they will be all wet!" Ari commanded. He handed Colin a plastic bag for his clothes. He himself had put on a raincoat. The scenery was like something from a fairytale. The completely naked youngster was dancing in the green landscape with a marvellous waterfall behind. Ari shot at lot of pictures from behind, but when Colin, after some minutes, showed off a glistening erection Ari started to take full frontals. "Too hot for the internet maybe?" Colin shouted. Ari saw some people in far distance, one with binoculars. "I don't think he is looking at the waterfall!" Colin grinned. Ari handed Colin a huge towel. He was cold now and Ari massaged his whole body. Colin had problems standing when Ari dried his balls and the dripping boner. "Come with me. I know a place!" Ari followed a rough path and then found a narrow sort of cave in the landscape. "Isn't there a story about a girl who saved this waterfall from investors who wanted to build an electric power station here? She threatened to throw herself down, didn't she?" Colin stood like a natural piece of art. His naked body was a strange contrast to the green landscape, the blue sky and the white water. "A good story for tourists and a story after some drinks, but it's just a story. The government owns the waterfall now Ð it's a national treasure." Ari went into the cave. "Let me serve you now, sir. We have waited all day." Colin placed a raincoat and the towel on the ground before he knelt in front of the man. With trembling hands, he opened Ari's belt and pulled down the khaki trousers. The bulge was obvious inside the tight, olive-coloured briefs. Colin looked at the man. He had to compare him with two other photographers, Don in London and Sergio in Milan. "I seem to be a target for fifty year old sporty men with huge bulges!" he thought and then used his nose and mouth to rub the cock through the thin fabric. "You have been really naughty, sir!" Colin licked and kissed the wet spots on the underwear. With a slow, teasing movement, he pulled down the briefs. The teen-like cock showed up in all its glory. Teen-like because it wasn't woody, and you could see the blue veins through the fair skin. A cloud of fair pubic hair, and boyish balls with visible `eggs' were close to Colin's face. "Did I pass the inspection, son? You think I'll do?" Ari grinned and placed both hands on Colin's dark curly hair. Colin blushed and blew a stream of air at the now naked pink cockhead. Ari had been the passive one so far. He had let the young Scot set the scene. Now he went in action and made Colin take as much as possible from the dripping cock. Colin cupped and kneaded the man's buttocks and took care of the cock with wet eyes. The sucking ended up as a real mouth-fuck after just a few minutes, and Colin was afraid this would be a short event. Now he took control, placed a hand on the cock-root and gave the head a tough treatment with his tongue. Then he cupped the balls and played with the nuts inside the thin skin. Ari moaned and pushed his hips forward. This time Colin let him get what he wanted, he moved his head backwards and took the cock down his throat. The cock was rather thin so he managed. He hummed to avoid gagging and let the man throat-fuck him. Colin felt a bit lost just now. He hadn't cum since early morning and he was dripping horny, but Ari was still a bit passive. Colin's stood up, still with both hands around the rock-hard cock. "I want you to fuck me, Ari. I want you to fuck me hard. I want to cum like a geyser and trust me, sir, I'm a squirter. You ready for that, paparazzi!" Colin kissed the waiting lips and both tongues fought for control. "Let me eat your sweet todger first, son. You have been hard since morning." Ari lifted Colin and placed him on a stone. "I'm always hard when I have a sexy man around!" Colin responded. "Sexy man! Far from that - more a shabby fool trying to impress a fancy youngster. But I know how to make you scream!" Ari took Colin's 10 cm (4 inch) rock-hard wood all inside his mouth and ate it. The tongue was like a grater. With both hands he found the lad's tits and squeezed them and almost cut them with his nails. Colin howled. The pain was intense, but he loved it. Ari made his legs tremble, and he had trouble standing on the stone. Ari licked his lips. "Your juices are so sweet, like honey. Please give me your milk." He cupped both buttocks and pulled Colin close. Both his dick and his balls were inside the man's mouth now. Colin was ecstatic. He felt the orgasm build up. He gritted his teeth and he spread his fingers as if he was in a sort of spasm. "Please fuck me, sir! Please make me cum. Put your big cock deep inside me - please be a tough Viking!" Colin shouted. "Give me your cunt then, boy!" He turned Colin around and spread his legs. Ari used open hands to caress the well-rounded buttocks. "Let me take just one picture, please. Stretch your arms, grab the black stones. Please push back, give me a glimpse of the cute little arse-hole!" The photographer was suddenly back in business. The distraction was painful for Colin, but at the same time it managed to stop the fire inside him. Seconds later Ari's tongue was searching his boy-cunt. The man had rimmed an arse before, and Colin was doing his best to open for him. Again he shivered when the man put the tip of the tongue into his boy-cunt. A long thread of slimy pre-cum dripped down to the ground. "I need more. Give me you cock now. Please, sir! Make me cum," Colin begged. "Yes, yes, take it easy, boy. I'll fuck your cute little arse. I have some lube here." Ari greased up his dripping cock first. He placed a large amount of gel inside the inviting hole and used his fingers to prepare the cunt. Colin yelled at the sudden penetration. "You okay, son?" Ari stopped. "Yes, yes, go on sir! Hard, hard!" Colin begged. Ari jerked his cock and placed the bare cockhead just outside the pink rosebud. "Too tight, too tight," he whispered, but Colin opened and pushed back. Ari's cock was inside him now and more than just the head. He pushed, and pushed until he could feel the man's bush. He had now almost 20 cm (8 inches) of Icelandic cock inside, his first cock since he arrived Iceland 24 hours ago. "Now, Viking, do your job!" Colin turned his head and grinned at the man who had been taken by surprise. The Viking did his job. He pulled out and made a new penetration, and he did that again. Colin yelped each time. Then Ari started his pounding, in, out and rest, a short break and then again. He brought Colin close to climax again and again. Tears dripped from the boy. "You must, you must!" he shouted. "I have to, I'm cumming, cumming!" White boy-milk spread over the black lava stone. Again and again the white juice squirted from his dick. A roar followed, hardly heard because of the heavy sound from the waterfall. Ari filled his young photo-model with manly seed. His cock grew while he ejaculated and Colin felt the man's jerks in his whole body. For some minutes they just stayed close. Colin felt the warm seed drip down his thighs when the man withdrew. "Good horse-fuck!" Colin smiled and found Ari's lips. Ari then bent down and licked the softening todger. "Be careful or I'll be back in business!" Colin moaned at the working tongue. With his fingers, he collected some of the man-milk that ran down his legs and tasted it with teasing eyes. "I still don't know if you are a squirter or a flow-er. You care for another round, sir?" The licking had made Colin hard again. "Why not, but maybe we should have our picnic first. I hope you will like the dried meat I've brought, and I think you need a svartadaudir (`Black death' = Icelandic aquavit). Let's find a spot in the sunshine. Not common for Iceland this weather, must have been brought by you!" Ari hugged Colin tight. *** Colin tried to clean his eyes with the back of his hand. A bit disoriented he looked around. It was daylight outside, but there was no sunshine. He was a bit cold, fully naked and the thin duvet was on the floor beside the bed. And he wasn't in his own bed. Again he looked around. Jonas used his bed, which was a bit wider, and he was not alone. With an arm around his upper body was Petur, the man who met them at the airport yesterday. The visiting students had already seen that this man was the one that could help them to settle in and be comfortable. "Maybe the Norwegian needed some special help," Colin thought, found the duvet and closed his eyes. Colin didn't know if he had overslept, but he woke by Petur's shouting. "Time to get up guys, I have arranged a special opening of the pool this morning. And we need some fresh air in here, it smells like there's been a party." The man in his thirties had put on shorts and was standing in the middle of the room. "See you by the pool in ten minutes. You will need swimwear and towels. No luxury spa out here!" The pool, used by most of the students, was next to the campus, not far from the Nordic group's accommodation. This pool was older than the one in the huge sporting area the man on the plane had talked about, but newly renovated. "Remember your asses, ladies. No dirt in my pool!" A bald-headed, red-faced man, dressed all in white, gave the orders. He handed soap to the newcomers. Colin and Jonas headed into the shower area, no single cubicles here. Just a big common shower area like the one Colin was used to from high school at home. Eight to ten youngsters were following the bathing-master's orders. Petur was the oldest around. "Don't let the guy scare you, lads. He's a great man, keeping this pool superb. We don't use chemicals in the pools in Iceland. Our spring water is among the cleanest in the world, free of chlorine, calcium and nitrate. A naked body wash is obligatory before entering our pools," Petur informed them while he started to wash his hair. "You need to soap up your bodies from top to toes, rinse off and then you are welcome in the outdoor pool, open both summer and winter." He grinned when he saw the two newcomers looking a bit lost. Colin had to return to his high school days. He'd had some techniques to avoid the devil below from rising - don't look below the navel, don't look at any special guy, and for God's sake never think about sex. Now he did it all wrong. He checked out all the young guys and took a special look at Petur. He was very sexy, very mature, lightly-haired, and had a `cock for any occasion' as Bill's friend Bruce would have said. Colin still wondered if the man had been in bed with him last night. "Don't worry - nobody cares - let me do your back, and please do mine!" A very normal looking young guy grinned and put his eyes on Colin's erection. Colin blushed but continued his soaping, and when the guy turned he soaped his back from neck down to butt without trying to be soft handed. Colin got the service back minutes afterwards. The lad didn't stop at the bum. "And remember your ass!" Very teasing, he let a finger follow Colin's arse-crack. There was some laughter among the group. The show was stopped by the man in white with a water-hose spraying high-pressure ice cold water on them. A unison scream followed. "Now you are one of us, welcome!" The guy who just soaped him, gave Colin a high-five, then he ran off for the changing room. Colin was happy that he had chosen a rather modest speedo for his debut. He had brought a small selection from JustColin but thought it was wise to wait. Without testing the water, he found a starting block. Soon the curious watchers could ascertain that this teen-looking guy could show off more than a morning wood. *** "Thanks for giving me service today as well, sir." Colin hugged Ari who had stopped his rather old-fashioned car outside the old school building. "I'm happy to take you down to visit your friend from home," Ari said. "And just call me Ari. We are not that formal here, and yesterday youÉ" He stopped. Colin jumped into the Jeep's front seat. "Good. Torgeir, the horse-manager waits for me today. I called him this morning. He will look for me this afternoon. He said he would serve me `sweet-sour sheep balls' for supper." "Good stuff!" Ari said. "A bit early this autumn, the lambs aren't slaughtered yet. "So it's not a joke. It's something you actually eat up here?" Colin asked. "And you are the one to ask, a Scot with your haggis? Testicles are gourmand food! "Ari grinned and placed a hand on Colin's bulge. "How far down to Vik? Colin tried to change the topic. "A bit more than two hours. Good roads, but I hope to stop and show you two interesting places on the way, if you don't mind." "And take pictures too?" Colin touched the camera case. "I would love to get some real nude shots today, young man. I hope you allow me." Ari touched Colin again. "Didn't you take nude photos of me all day yesterday? Colin turned and showed a questioning face. "I want some hotter ones today!" Ari grinned. "You know why the road has a bend here?" On a rather long stretch there were a sudden bend. Colin just shook his head. He could see no good explanation. "There are elves here - the Hidden People!" Ari stated. "Okay, and of course you can't fuck the elves, can you?" Colin knew a lot about the elves in Iceland, both the light ones and the dark ones, but for the first time he was in a place where the elf-power had been stronger than human needs. "Hveragerdi' 2 km", the road sign showed. "I hope we may take a small stop in the village of Hveragerdi where we produce a lot of the fruit and vegetables we need in this country, thanks to the hot water springs." He saw that Colin looked a bit questioning and guessed the visitor would have liked to continue the Hidden People stories. "You come to me one night, Colin, and I'll tell you a lot of stories about the Hidden People. I hope to scare you enough to make you stay overnight with me!" Ari played with Colin's inner thighs. "You have a deal, Ari. What you want me to do in here?" They had stopped outside one of the huge greenhouses. "I want to take photos of you as the naked son of Tarzan!" Ari smiled. "I have an internet group that will be delighted to see them." The two finished a walk through what looked like a tropical landscape and ended in the jungle. In front of them were some huge banana trees. "Please undress Colin, and be comfortable on the green bench. I want you to pick one of the biggest fruits and play with it, and if you feel up for it, I would like to take a picture of your boy-milk dripping down a fresh banana leaf." "We just passed a fig-tree. You sure you don't need an Adam? Please undress me, Ari, slow and sexy." Ari had to put down the camera bag. His hands trembled when he at last pulled down the extremely sexy underwear the boy had put on today. "You want me to eat the banana?" Colin asked, "or do you want it inside my arse perhaps?" "All of it, your choice. Be dirty, I want you to look like a calculating slut!" Ari adjusted his tenting shorts and picked up the camera. "So, that's what you think of me. A slut eh?" Colin licked the banana with closed eyes before he started to peel the fruit. Without taking off the skin completely he went on sucking the long dildo-like item. He pulled his head backwards and used one hand to fuck his throat with the white fruit. Hard lips met the remaining banana skin and soon the long fruit-cock was all inside his mouth and throat. Tears fell from his eyes, but he fucked himself with great intensity while his other hand played with the pre-cum dripping from his own cock. Colin suddenly turned around and placed himself on all fours on the `grass-covered' bench. Without any preparation he used the spit-wet fruit and penetrated himself. The more than 20 cm (8 inch) long banana almost disappeared inside the sweating body. The room was like a real sauna. "You want some fruit, Ari? Please help yourself. Suck it out, man. Don't be shy!" Ari used the camera first. The tip of the banana was the only visible sight of what was inside the young body. Colin used his arse muscles and a thicker part of the fruit was seen stretching the hairless entrance. Ari was down on his knees taking care of the fruit dessert being served to him by the naked son of Tarzan. "You want me in the jungle now?" Colin looked at Ari who swallowed and licked his lips. "You need some milk you said. Maybe some innocent photos first." He climbed a small ladder and covered himself with a banana leaf. With dripping wet hair and a superb white smile, he was really a son of the jungle. "Please let me taste you again." Ari went forward and put his head under the green cover. Colin moaned when the man rather brutally took care of his stiff cock with lips and tongue. The banana-fuck had already brought the jungle-kid close to ecstasy, so after just a couple of minutes he was about to fall down the ladder. "I mustÉl have toÉFind your camera, Ari, please stop!" Colin almost pushed the man back. With one hand and some jerks he started to shoot his milk over huge green banana leaves. Streams of boy-milk dripped down onto the Icelandic jungle plant. "I could do with a shower!" Colin commented. He was standing in the coffee-shop with a cold drink, only dressed in baggy shorts. Ari had taken care of his clothes. "Yes, I know! But I will take you to the craziest shower you have ever seen!" Ari grinned and covered Colin in a blanket and placed him in the car. After one hour's drive through a combination of volcanic stone and green land, Ari turned off the `Ringroad' (Road no. 1 running all around Iceland) and they faced a mountain ridge with glaciers behind. The view in front of them was stunning. "We are lucky, Colin. Not often we see the Seljalands-waterfall in sunshine." A grand rainbow covered the front of the famous waterfall. "We started early, so we are here before the tourists. I guess you have never seen a waterfall from behind. I'll take you to the entrance, then I will meet you on the other side with some warm clothes." The two hurried up the rather slippery path. "You will have your shower okay. There's a short distance between heaven and hell in Iceland. Keep your raincoat, and strip if you feel for it. No people around now. Let me take some nude pictures before you enter the path to the cave." Colin stripped and posed. The water streamed down from the cliff 60 m (197 ft) above and filled the air like fog. "Cold, kid? First time I've seen you flaccid. Take care of your balls!" Ari shot some closeups of the shivering body. "Now, run but be careful." When inside a sort of cave Colin had a marvellous sight through the falling wall of water. He couldn't resist, he had to pull off the raincoat. Naked he let the fantastic water-smoke cover him. He could hardly breathe, but this was so damn erotic. Some people arrived, and some left, but Colin was sure that the only true experience in here was to be naked. The sensuality was back, his balls contracted, and his everlasting erection grew back. Now he looked for the exit, found the path to the other side and met a grinning Ari with a huge towel. "Damn erotic!" Colin shouted. "A bit warmer and I you could have had sex in there!" The two hurried to the car. "Justin Bieber shot a hot music video in here," Colin told Ari. "Was he naked?" Ari tried to make a joke. "Let's stop at the next cafe for some hot chocolate!" He put his arm around the cold youngster. "Maybe you could add some man-cream!" Colin cupped Ari's bulge. The man just rolled his eyes, but spread his legs and let Colin's cupped hand stay. "Out there are Vestmannaeyjar - the islands and the township that was almost destroyed by the volcano some years ago." Ari pointed. "Maybe we also can see the new island created by the volcano Ð Surtsey, isn't it?" Colin asked. "It was named after a fire giant from the Nordic mythology." "Yes, you have learned your lessons well, young man. Not much I can tell you!" Ari smiled. Colin had one hand inside Ari's khaki shorts now. "Please give me your cream first - and then the chocolate!" The boy managed to unzip him and find Ari's hard dick just when he turned off the road and drove down to a very isolated small bay. Not a person around. Ari pulled down his pants and grabbed Colin's still wet hair with both hands. *** "I guess we are near the farm you're looking for, Colin." Ari looked at the GPS. For the last part of the journey, they had seen horses all around while down by the sea they could see the black beach, as the tourist guide called it. The flat area was a mixture of green and black and the houses were low and grey. A gravel road ended in front of a group of old-fashioned buildings. Torgeir Sigurdson was waiting for them outside the low door. Colin recognised him from his hometown in Scotland where he had worked as a horse manager at a nearby mansion until he suddenly had to leave last year. He had been replaced by his cousin Asgeir. Torgeir met Colin with a warm hug and gave Ari his hand. "Good of you to bring Colin all the way down south," the man said. He still had a hand on Colin's shoulder. "I'm on my way to my old folks further east," Ari said. "Colin has been a great company!" Colin blushed and wished he could have brushed his teeth after man-spunk and chocolate. Colin said goodbye to Ari and waved him off. "Come in now and have something to eat. You will stay overnight, Colin? I'll take you back to Reykjavik tomorrow." Torgeir gave the message like an order. No place for arguing, and Colin didn't have to be back at University until Tuesday. He opened the door and shouted inside. "Boys, the guests are here!" Two youngsters, too tall for the low door, hurried out, and gave both Ari and Colin a handshake. Sigurdur and Ragnar will give you a horseback tour on the beach after lunch if you want some fresh air," said Torgeir. "I would like that very much. I've heard about the black beaches but I have to tell you that I'm not an experienced rider." Colin looked at the two youngsters. They could be twins, but one looked at bit older than the other. "Siblings perhaps," Colin thought. Both were fair and good looking. "My sons are used to tourists. They are good. You will get a good ride, Colin!" Torgeir almost pushed them inside. Colin couldn't understand why he was suddenly very excited. Ari had given him good service less than an hour ago. His balls should be dry after the morning's events. "You ride bareback, Colin?" The three youngsters were on their way to the stable after a heavy Icelandic midday meal. "I've never tried. Maybe better I use a saddle if that's okay." Colin had changed to denims and a woollen sweater. He was also happy that he had brought his new mountain boots he'd purchased in Bergen earlier that summer. The ground was very rough. Colin looked at the boys. They behaved very manly, almost macho, but what he saw now was two rather curious youngsters uncertain about the new visitor. "How old are you guys?" Colin asked. "Fifteen and a half!" Sigurdur blushed. "I'm sixteen, his big brother!" Ragnar's hand gently punched his brother's upper arm. "We will saddle a horse for you. You'll have old Rosa, she's secure and very understanding towards newcomers," said Ragnar. "We don't use saddles very often. We have calloused asses, you see. Happy for that when Torgeir uses the whip!" Sigurdur finished the job with Colin's horse. "Your father is tough with you?" Colin looked from one boy to the other. "He's not our father. He's our uncle, but we have stayed with him since birth. He has been tougher with us since his stay in Scotland. Think he received some ideas about physical punishment over there!" Ragnar was on the horse in one jump. `Old Rosa' waited very calmly to let Colin settle in the saddle. "Good to have him home again. I hated the boarding school!" Sigurdur was the chatterbox. "You met Asgeir, we have heard." The lad grinned. Colin understood it was a sort of question. "Aye, I met him okay. You probably heard he mounted me in the barn - a real stallion, your uncle. You know he's doing boys?" Colin shouted. The brothers set off with Colin following, or more correctly, with `Old Rosa' following. The black sand was glistening, the breeze had grown and so had the waves. The sun coloured the glaciers seen in the distance. "Hot ride!" Ragnar chatted. He stripped off his shirt and flexed his naked muscles. Sigurdur followed his brother. "You are good, Colin! Let's hurry back. We promised uncle to clean the hay-loft before supper. Tell her to go in trot." The boys grinned. "How?" Colin shouted back. He was far from his comfort zone now. "Fuck her with your tight legs, and boss her!" Sigurdur set off and Colin followed. Just afterwards Ragnar passed them and turned into a slow gallop. No doubt these youngsters had lived on horseback since they were born. *** "What's the rumours about me in your hometown?" Torgeir handed Colin a beer. "The guys in the pub believe you were fired because you had been in the barn with some stable boys and taught them more than horse business." "Bullshit! I talked to their fathers and they didn't complain. No, no, I was fired because Mr Granville found me in bed with all three of his sons." Torgeir grinned. "Probably not a very good idea!" Colin said. "Well, it was in one of the man's strange so-called installations. The problem wasn't that I fucked both Qi and the twins. He asked me to do that, but the problem was that I had fucked them without him watching. He had even turned off his camera." Torgeir suddenly pulled Colin tight. "Enough about me. Cousin Asgeir has told me everything about you and your sex-skills, and what a tough guy you are. I have no formal play-room but I have ordered the lads to put up the swing in the barn. Hope you will show me that Asgeir isn't just a story-teller!" Torgeir found Colin's arm and helped him out. Colin was not asked to comment. The wind had increased. The huge man almost lifted Colin through the strong breeze from the west. The two boys were waiting in the hay-loft beside the stable. Colin didn't know what was to happen. The lads hadn't said anything about Torgeir and sex, but they had commented on physical punishment. Both Sigurdur and Ragnar were still shirtless and they looked sweaty after their hard work. The room was sparsely lit through the small windows. In the middle of the ceiling was an oil-lamp and in the shadows Colin could see the swing built of raw materials. "It's time for the weekly update, boys. I had hoped not to use the whip on you today since we have guests, but Colin here is a young man himself, and I know he has a daddy with strong arms!" Torgeir looked at the three youngsters. The local boys stayed together with bowed heads, while Colin found a place in the shadows. He remembered some punishments, but not very often. Bill had become milder over the years. "I believe in swift correction, you know, instead of days with bad air between us." Torgeir unfastened his black leather belt. "Why do you deserve the belt tonight?" Only Torgeir's voice and the heavy wind was heard in the room. Sigurdur coughed and Ragnar lifted his head and looked straight at his uncle. "We stole your liquor, Dad, and we were damn drunk yesterday." "Damn drunk is right, and what else?" Torgeir wrapped the belt around one hand and hit the open palm of his other hand with the belt twice. "The car ended in the ditch, andÉ" Sigurdur stopped. "And what?" Torgeir waited. Colin could see Torgeir's face. He knew the wrinkles beside the man's eyes, just like Bill's at home, not an angry look, but the look from a man who tried to be very serious. "And we had to borrow some horses to get the girls home!" The lad bowed his head again. "You mean, you stole some horses. Not good, eh?" Torgeir coughed. "Sorry Dad, but the girlsÉ" Sigurdur was stopped by the man. "I don't give a damn about those girls just now. If you can't fuck them when sober, you'd better have a wank and be happy with that! No more drunk driving or you will never get your license! Drop your pants now and grab hold of your feet." "ButÉ" Both the boys looked at Colin. "Don't you think he has seen some naked butts before, and maybe even seen some turning red. Go on, or I will have to double the punishment..." Again he hit his own hand quite hard with the belt. The two boys pulled down their trousers and boxers and tried to cover their groins. Sigurdur, the youngest was built like a grown-up man, but Ragnar was more boyish. Soon two white butts could be seen in the light from the oil-lamp. "Spread your legs and take it like men!" Torgeir lifted his arm. Not a sound came from the boys when the leather hit the round globes. Two hard strokes on each buttock. Torgeir went up to them and used his open hand to caress the pink skin. "You have something to say, boys?" Torgeir's voice was rather soft. "Sorry, Dad!" both whispered. The wind whined in the partly open room. "Now my turn!" Colin suddenly announced. He was about to undress. He was naked in seconds. The boys stood up and turned around. They were too surprised to dress properly. "You have something to confess then?" Torgeir tried to stay serious. "No, but belt me in youth solidarity. I could have done the same, well, except for the girl business, but go on sir, give me a round, and do it hard. I don't have the boys' calloused asses, but I have taken some strokes in my life." Colin spread his legs and lowered his upper body on the swing. His dripping erection could not be seen. Torgeir lifted his right arm and looked at his sons. To be continued.