Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 07:56:00 +0000
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin - Student and Model 75

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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 75    (France)


Colin checked the time again. The train had made an unscheduled stop
outside the station.

"Excited, love?" Bill looked up from his travel magazine. He had been
occupied with an article about Singapore and Malaysia for the last half
hour.

"Aye, very! I hope Kasim will be waiting for us at the station. I've missed
him. Long time since..." Colin blushed.

"... since you slept with him," Bill whispered.

"You miss him too, don't you, Dad? Remember Marseille, eh?" Colin used his
elbow to tease his `father' and lover. Bill did not answer, but Colin loved
to see that his dear Bill was in the mood for a happy weekend in the French
countryside.  "Good! The train is moving again."

"He's over there!" Colin waved and ran in front to meet the huge Arab who
was dressed all in white and had already opened his arms for the young
man's arrival. Bill smiled. "Good to see Colin like this!" he
thought. "He's just a kid, still - the young professor."

Colin jumped into Kasim's arms. The tall man lifted him from the pavement
and hugged him tight. "Welcome, partner!" He kissed the youngster's
neck. "How is your old man?"

"He's happy to be back in France too. He was a bit worried when we heard
about the bad weather. We haven't closed up our house for the winter yet,
you know." Colin turned to Bill who carried both his own and Colin's
bags. "Sorry, Dad!" Colin felt a bit ashamed for having left him to deal
with the two bags.

"No problem, love, but I'm happy we left our main luggage in Paris. Nice to
see you, old chap!" The two men embraced in the middle of the crowd on the
platform. Their kisses were far from the formal French ones. Colin smiled
when he saw his Dad paw the Arab man's cheek.

"Come on, guys. We'll drive direct to the house, I think," said
Kasim. "Pierre is waiting with some hot food for you. Reynard was sorry not
to be here for you today. He had to go to Germany, to the Mosel Valley, but
he will be back tomorrow." Kasim picked up the bags that Bill had left on
the platform.

"He's checking up on our new investment, Dad. Reynard and the local
producers are speculating on Ice-Wine production. They have bought a piece
of land in Mosel. "Eiswein" production, you know, is really
gambling. Either you lose everything or you make a lot of money!" Colin was
suddenly lecturing his dad about Reynard's investments.

"How come you know about this, son? It's news to me." Bill seemed a bit
frustrated.  "I thought your knowledge about wine production was rather
limited."

"I'm a Scot, Dad. We are known to be careful with money, aren't we? The
boss is gambling with some of my money!" Colin grinned. Bill just rolled
his eyes, and stopped beside Kasim.

"And how is his new pet?" Again Bill touched Kasim's butt. They were close
to Reynard's black limo.

"You mean Acio? He went with Reynard this morning. He wanted to see snow,
he said. He obviously never saw snow when he lived in the South Pacific and
there was heavy snowfall in Germany yesterday." Kasim opened the car doors.

"And no snow here today. Sunshine as always!" Colin used his arms like a
guide. "Sit in front with Kasim, Dad, and decide who will fuck me first!"
He jumped into the back seat.

"Or decide which of us will spank you, little rotter!" Bill was happy to be
in the front with Reynard's companion and former pornstar, the man that
Bill trusted more than anyone. He wondered if the retired stripper from
Marseille and Tunisia would do more private shows with Colin next
season. It wasn't easy to find a partner for Colin with Kasim's equipment
and practice; someone that both Bill and Colin himself could trust. Bill
expected that this would be the subject of discussion over the weekend. Now
Bill placed a hand on Kasim's naked knee. `The stallion from Morocco' had
been his name in porn and Kasim now spread his legs for Colin's
`father'. One of Bill's hands followed the muscled upper leg up inside the
shorts.

Colin could see the action from his seat behind them. "And he says that all
I think of is sex," he thought as he squeezed his dripping boner.

Kasim pulled up outside the mansion's main building. Again Bill and Colin
were welcomed, first by the dog and then by a very shy Pierre, who first
greeted Bill very formally with French kisses before he pulled Colin tight
and hugged him.

"Happy birthday, Pierre! I heard Reynard had a big party for you." Colin
tried to keep the dog off his legs.

"Je suis vieux, très vieux." The theatrical guy made one of his
typical movements with one hand as he pushed some hair behind an
ear. "Trente! Terrible!" Pierre continued. "But please, enter. I have
prepared some food for you. And I have the baskets you ordered, sir."
Pierre looked at Bill who was in no mood to be addressed as sir by the
beautiful, and loving, young French former ballet dancer. However he was
not the man to make a scene about it.

"Dirty boy! Dirty boy!" Colin grinned and tried to keep the sniffing dog
from his crotch. "You know me, yes, and I'm happy to see you too!" Colin
knelt and let the dog lick his face.

A sharp call from Kasim and the dog followed Pierre upstairs and into the
house. "You still show some master skills!" Colin looked at Kasim and
grinned. "Daddy says I need to be mastered from time to time, maybe..."

"That's enough, son. Let's get some food now. I'm sure Pierre has gone to a
lot of trouble for us." Bill went up the stairs and Colin quickly followed.

"Just wait..." Kasim whispered and pushed Colin in front. They crossed
through the house and into the huge conservatory. A formal table complete
with wine glasses and flowers welcomed them.

"Maybe you would like to see Reynard's new studio while the kitchen staff
finish plating the food. He has moved his base from Paris to here now, and
is using part of the conservatory to prepare his next Paris exhibition. I'm
sure he will tell you more about it tomorrow." Kasim was suddenly the host
in Reynard's absence.

Colin was the first one inside the new room. He just stopped and said
nothing, but turned to his dad and stage lover and blushed. On the front
wall was a huge photograph of the naked Colin on horseback, the picture
that gave Reynard a first prize a year earlier. Colin had seen the photo on
his computer screen, but not like this. On the left wall was a group of
photos Colin hadn't seen before - of himself and Harry shot a few weeks
earlier. Harry was dressed in different stages, while Colin was naked,
fully naked - a strange and very erotic contrast.

"It looks as if Harry is my master!" Colin said to himself. "Maybe he..."
Now he turned to the right wall.

"Oh, Dad. He is cute, isn't he? Keep him away from Bill, Kasim. He looks
too innocent for my stallion father!" Colin was one big grin. On the wall
was a set of ten pictures of a young-looking brown-skinned boy, starting
with him in grass-shirt and flower wrappings and ending with a completely
naked youngster, his groin hidden behind a marble pole. Colin knew the
place. He had been photographed in the same scene years earlier.

"I love the flower!" Colin commented. In every photo, the dark-haired boy
had an orange flower behind one ear. "A bit too romantic, Kasim. Has our
boss turned soft? If I had been in those pictures he would have surrounded
me with ropes and whips, and my bum would have been the only red rose
around!"

"Food is served, gentlemen! Please be seated!" Pierre was in the doorway
carrying a bottle of sparkling wine.

"I'm too hot!" Colin said. "Pardon, Pierre." He stripped off his sweater
and his t-shirt and sat down shirtless at the table.

Bill looked at Kasim and smiled. Kasim looked at Bill, and lifted his glass
as they tried to ignore the partly-naked youngster that asked for
attention.

"They are flirting like old ladies!" Colin thought, before he lifted his
glass and saluted.


Colin was very satisfied. The food had been excellent and Pierre had served
him sparkling wine, just like for the older men. Now he leaned backwards on
his chair, spread his legs and scratched his balls. Bill looked at him
without his usual smiling wrinkles.

"I think you are behaving a bit rude today, son. You are a guest here
remember, far away from your student life in Glasgow." Bill's voice was
strong. He found Kasim's eyes and then turned back to Colin who
straightened in his chair and blushed. "First, thank Pierre properly for
the fantastic meal and the nice welcome, then come over here!"

Colin immediately stood up and went into the pantry where Pierre was
arranging coffee. Colin hugged him tight, and whispered his thanks before
he kissed him, not in the French way, but with hot and wet lips on his bare
neck. Pierre said nothing. He just smiled and let their two bodies stay
very tight. His hands framed Colin's naked torso.

As instructed by his `father' Colin turned and went back to the two men
still sitting at the table.

"Over here!" Bill stood up. "Undress!"

Colin obeyed without hesitation. He unzipped the fly of the shorts he wore
and pulled them down in one movement. The low-cut white bikini briefs
fitted his young body like a second skin. He suddenly hesitated and looked
at Kasim who showed no emotion. With both hands on the narrow waistband, he
pushed the light underwear down and was completely naked. In a reflexive
moment he cupped his crotch and felt his cock was stiffening.

Bill removed his light leather belt from his jeans. "Bend over! Hands on
your knees! I want to remind you who the boss is around here." The stroke
hit the round globes, not hard, but far from just teasing. The next stroke
was harder. Not a sound came from the boy, but tears filled his eyes. A red
stripe was clearly visible on the light skin. Bill lifted his arm for a
third stroke.

"Stop it! Please!" Pierre was standing in the door with the coffee
pot. Bill lowered his arm rest and blushed. "No need for that. sir. Colin
loves you so much!" His voice was hardly heard. Colin was still bending
over as if he waited for more. The dog was barking outside. He was stressed
by the sound from the two strokes.

"Why don't you take your doggy-friend for a walk, Colin? You are two of a
kind, both barking for attention!" Kasim grinned and solved the situation
for both Bill and Colin. He handed the boy his shorts. Colin grabbed them
and turned to Bill. "Sorry, Dad. I'll behave better." He hugged the sweaty
man.

Colin found a soft cushion on the terrace and sat down. His butt was
sore. The big black Labrador, still with a leash attached to his collar,
almost knocked him over. The cold, wet nose sniffed his face, before he
started to lick Colin's tear-wet cheeks. Colin used both hands to thank his
understanding friend.

"Let's have a walk!" Colin clapped his hands, and then found his shorts. "I
guess Kasim kept my briefs," he said to himself. "You're not the only dirty
one!" Colin talked to the dog who tried again to sniff his crotch.

Barefoot, Colin walked into the beautiful garden, found a stick and threw
it in front of him. The dog suddenly acted as if he was a puppy again,
never tired of the catching and pleasing game. The game went on for almost
half an hour. The two had reached the yard in front of the barn when Colin
threw the stick to the other side of the hedge. The dog ran like crazy to
catch it, but returned frustrated - no stick.

Soon afterwards, Colin heard a sharp whistle and the stick was thrown far
away into the garden. "He is really full of energy!" A dark-haired man in
his thirties was suddenly in front of Colin. He put a strong hand
forward. "You must be Colin. I've heard a lot about you."

Colin was confused for a minute. "Castro?" he thought. Castro was the
former South-American horse manager and his lover from last season.

"I'm not a ghost, Colin. My name is Alfredo, Castro's nephew. I look like
him, eh?" He showed a white smile in a well-tanned face. Colin let his eyes
wander from head to toe and paused at an impressive bulge.  The man was
dressed in very tight trousers, boots, and a partly open shirt with no
t-shirt underneath. Colin swallowed. At the same time, he tried to calm the
dog.

"Satisfied?" The man grinned.

Colin blushed and stammered. "But, but.... Reynard said he planned to cut
back on his horse business!" Colin commented. "I'm stupid!" he thought at
the same time. The man hadn't mentioned horses.

"That's right. We have only five horses now, and we're no longer attending
race meetings. But we still have the stallion. He's first class, and he
fucks like a real prince." Alfredo grinned. "I know you like him. You're
the naked boy in the picture, aren't you?" He pointed at the main
building. "I saw the sexy picture some days ago. Reynard invited me to see
his photos. It was my first time in the studio."

"Don't you stay in the house?" Colin was curios.

"No, no. I'm a real gaucho. The stable and the pampas are my home!" The man
suddenly changed attitude. "Not much pampas over here, but I enjoy the
freedom in the stable."

Colin liked the man. He looked at his hips and his buttocks and again he
tried to estimate the size of what caused the front bulge.

"I am not as well-hung as Castro, Colin, but I think I have enough to
satisfy you. If you allow me!" He then added, "Castro couldn't stop talking
about you to his buddies in the fields."

"What did he tell you?" Colin wondered if Castro really had told his
friends that he had fucked him on stage in a private porn show.

"He said that you were always horny, and ready for sex both day and
night. He also said you took his huge cock without complaining, both in
your mouth and your ass. True?" Alfredo looked at him as if he waited for
confirmation.

Colin just grinned and said nothing.

"He also said you were no bacha bazi, even if you looked like one." The man
was now the one to inspect Colin's body.

"So, he thought I looked like a playboy, or even a dancing boy. I'm far
from that, sir. Not even a good dancer." Colin patted the dog which grew a
bit impatient. "You like them young then?"

"Age isn't that important, but when I fuck a young man, I like to make him
happy. When I see heaven, I want him to see the stars as well!" Again
Alfredo seemed to be far away. Colin could not but think of being on the
pampas on a dark night in this man's arms.

"No pampas, but I know a place in the barn..." Colin started.

"The playroom, yes. Castro told me. I heard you are a tough guy. Would you
be interested in playing with me?" Alfredo placed a huge hand on Colin's
arm.

"I thought you would never ask, sir. I'm dripping horny. What did Castro
say? Ready for sex both day and night! I'll take the dog back to the house,
and find my shoes. I'm not a bacha bazi you see, even if I have no hair on
my body." Colin returned the touching by placing one hand on Alfredo's
hairy chest and combed the curly black hair with spread fingers. To his
satisfaction, Colin saw that the man closed his eyes and tilted his head a
bit backwards.

Colin placed the dog in the shade and gave him water and some food. The dog
was exhausted after the garden play. "Long time since I saw him like that!"
Pierre silently appeared beside Colin.

"Sorry for... yes, you know!" Pierre whispered close to Colin's ear.

"No, no need to be sorry, love. Let the old men show off their manliness,"
Colin whispered back. "We own the bed, you know. They will soon crawl to us
for satisfaction, eh?" Colin pinched the young Frenchman. "And I have a
horny admirer in the barn waiting for me. You serve my dad some more
champagne and he will forget about me for a while. Okay?" Colin hurried off
through the back garden.

Pierre patted the dog's head. "He's sweet, isn't he?" he whispered.

***


Colin climbed the ladder to the loft above the stable. It was strange for
him to see the area where they filmed him in a very hard sex scene a long
time ago. "I'm sure they could find plenty of my DNA up here," he
thought. He remembered lying on hay bales where he was strapped down and
fucked in all possible positions.

"Is this your stage, Colin?" Alfredo was behind him all of a sudden,
locking him in his hard arms.

"Yeah, and I loved every second of it. Maybe we could ask Reynard if he has
the old video?" Colin turned around. The man was naked except for tight
black boxers. Colin looked at the outline of the hard erection inside.

"Come, please," the man whispered and then almost dragged Colin into the
`playroom', or if you will, the farm manager's private cave.

"Why all these handcuffs up here now?" Colin asked. He jumped onto the old
sofa and stripped off his only piece of clothing. "You like to tie up your
boys?"

"Not mine, Colin. Reynard's." Alfredo stopped. "You know he has some..."

"...specialities." Colin added. "He visits you here? Who is cuffed? You, or
maybe he is? Plenty of stuff here!" Colin looked at a wall full of whips
and sex play equipment.

"But Alfredo, let me dream about your uncle now. Forget the boss and show
me that you are a branch from the same tree. Come on, let me..." He used
his hands to peel off the man's boxers. The cock was rock-hard; Alfredo was
excited like a teenager.

Surrounded by a wild bush of black hair were two low-hanging brown balls,
and a cock that was almost black. The naked pink head was shining from the
man's own excitement oil. Colin sat up, cupped the round hairy buttocks,
and let the man fill his mouth with his tool. "Not Castro size," Colin
thought. "But not far from it!" The man's legs trembled when Colin started
his mouth massage.

"I wish he would take control," Colin thought. "I don't want to suck the
jizz out of him like a milking machine."

As if Alfredo had heard his thoughts, he grabbed Colin's curly hair and
forced his cock down the throat. Colin gagged, but knew what to do, and how
to handle it. Soon he was mouth-fucked the way he loved. His own dripping
cock added slime to the floor where he had spunked off many times over the
years.

With some force, Colin managed to spit out the cockhead. With the back of
his hands, he wiped away tears and spit before he turned around and
presented the man he had just met with his cock, his balls and his
boy-cunt.

Alfredo did not hesitate. The smooth entrance, the hairless balls, the
rock-hard, little boy-cock were just as Castro had described. Castro had
even talked about the boy's nipples that seemed to be directly connected to
his love-button. With fingers and nails he now tested the story. Colin
howled when his tits were suddenly abused.

When Alfredo spat in his crack and forced his tongue into the opening,
Colin moaned and leaked pre-cum. "Did you cum, Colin?" Alfredo asked,
almost worried.

"No, no, just the teaser. Taste it, sir. It's good! Sweet, your uncle
said!" Colin lifted his legs. He wanted cock now. He wanted cock very
much. He wanted to dream of Castro, and heavy pain and heat beyond
fantasy. He wanted to dream about a bunch of wanking men watching him being
fucked. He wanted to see the stars out on the pampas. Now he felt the cold
fingers, the well-lubed fingers. He felt them inside him, rotating, poking
and stretching. "Yes, yes, sir, please. Castro, yes, fuck fuck fuck!"

Then he felt the cockhead, wet and cold with the lube, pushing,
pushing. Colin did not push back. He wanted the feeling of being really
penetrated, almost opened for the first time, losing his virginity
again. It was a new man, a new cock, but familiar. Alfredo even smelled
like Castro - of stable, horses, semen, even piss. Colin was on his way to
heaven.

"Take me to the Pampas, Alfredo. Take me to Castro. Fuck me to heaven,
heaven. I see stars, I hear the horses," Colin whispered. He wriggled like
a worm when Alfredo pumped his prostate while squeezing his nipples.

"Yes, yeeesss!" Colin howled. His young body trembled. "I'm cumming! Yes,
yes, yes!" The first spurt hit his own face, the next the wall and without
warning Alfredo managed to bend over and open his mouth. Instead Colin's
boy-cream hit the man's face and dripped down onto his black curly mat of
chest hair.

Without warning Alfredo pulled out and gave his cock some jerks with his
huge hand. The man's cream splattered over the youngster who ended up
drenched from head to navel.

"What will you tell Castro when you call him?" Colin asked when coming down
from the heights of his orgasm.

"That everything he told me about you was true!" Alfredo said. He then
leaned forward and ended the afternoon event with a deep, wet kiss.

***


"Maybe we will see you tonight, Kasim?" Bill put an arm around his
friend. "Colin loves to drive the all-terrain four-wheeler so we will
manage well." Colin packed up the `car' with their luggage and some stuff
brought by Pierre.

"I have prepared a casserole for you for tonight. Just needs to be
heated. There is some fresh bread too." Pierre helped Colin to organise the
transport.

"You are a darling, Pierre. I look forward to doing the show with you on
Sunday. We must make it damn sexy. Leave no pussies dry!" Colin hugged his
friend and helped his `old man' onboard.


The log-house looked as if it was far into the forest, and far away from
the main house, but in reality it was not more than a couple of kilometres
from Reynard's house. Colin was always excited when he arrived at the
place. "A house in France, our house!" he thought. "And now I have my own
house at home in Scotland as well. And all because a famous photographer
hit on me in the street in Paris. And I would never have been in Paris if
Bill hadn't picked me up and given me a home when I was fourteen."

A herd of deer suddenly crossed the gravel road in front of the vehicle and
Colin had to make a very sudden stop. Bill almost hit him from
behind. "Take it easy, Col. I don't want to end up in hospital down here!"
Bill put his arms around the driver.

"Sorry, Dad I was thinking, not looking!" Colin turned to Bill. "Hope you
are well. I love you, Dad. I'm so lucky." Bill did not loosen his
grip. Colin could move from a very mature student to a wild youngster in
seconds, and when behind the wheel in the four-wheeler, he was the latter.

"Calm down then, son. There could be more animals out here!" Bill sniffed
the dark curls that could be seen all around the helmet Colin wore. The
smell of the young man made him excited. He raised his hands and soon found
the nipples through the t-shirt. Colin moaned. The man who had been a bit
irritated by him just a short while ago was now suddenly inviting
closeness. Colin thought about the naked picture of him on horseback. "Next
time I will drive naked!" Colin turned to Bill and grinned. He had stopped
just in front of the gate. Now he helped Bill with his helmet, then he took
off his own. A deep kiss followed. Colin linked his hands behind Bill's
neck.

"Bienvenue, Papa!" Colin kissed Bill again. "Pack up or fuck?" He cupped
Bill's obvious boner.

"False alarm." Bill grinned. "No shock absorbers on this machine. We'd
better heat the house first before we think about sex. Maybe you want to
fill up the outdoor hot tub too. Wood is prepared, I can see!"

The old key worked well and soon fresh air filled the rooms. Not long
afterwards Bill had a fire in the huge fireplace while Colin organised the
kitchen.

"I think the mattress is a bit damp!" Bill opened the windows in the
bedroom.

"We could place the mattress in front of the fireplace," Colin suggested,
"And fuck like at a scout camp!" Bill just rolled his eyes, but he followed
Colin into the bedroom and soon the double mattress was placed in front of
the open fire.

"Maybe we should taste Pierre's stew first?" Colin lifted the top of the
casserole dish and sniffed.

"Are you getting old, Colin love? Eating instead of fucking...you just
said..." Bill was interrupted.

"Mon cher, Papa!" Colin went up to Bill. Again he kissed him deep, and the
kiss was returned. "Let's eat naked. We are in France, in the land of
sexual `liberation'.

"But I invited Kasim to drop by!" Bill looked at Colin who was about to
undress already.

"Bravo, even better!" The naked Colin went up to Bill and started to
unbutton his shirt. Slowly he undressed the man he loved so much. Sixty
years worth of hard muscles, light body hair that teased a young lover, and
a mature man's hanging balls underneath a huge cock that would have been
any youngster's pride. The half-hard tool had still parts of his foreskin
as a teasing cover.

"Satisfied with the inspection, son?" Bill left Colin and went up to the
oak kitchen table where plates and glasses had been placed. Colin also had
laid slices of Pierre's bread in a basket and found a bottle of their own
local wine.

"Very satisfied, Dad! Chit is doing a good job with you. But let's honour
Pierre now. It's thanks to his effort that I can sit well this evening."
Colin let a hand follow what could have been a red stripe from the belting.

"Baby bum!" Bill snorted. "I should have given you ten. I had to stand by
the table when my dad had belted me! But let's eat now - lovely food! And
cheers!" He lifted his glass. The only light in the room came from the
fireplace.

Half an hour after the meal, they were testing the comfort of the
mattress. Blankets and cushions from the sitting room made the floor look
like an Arab sitting room. When they added fluffy sheep-skins, the comfort
was complete. Colin would have loved a quick release and then a long stay
in the outdoor heated tub, but he didn't want to be too bossy, so for once
he just waited for Bill to take the initiative. He also knew that his dad
was waiting for Kasim, and he would like his stage lover to see him naked
in front of the fire.

Colin suddenly thought about the Sunday fiesta. Pierre had talked about
some cross-gender dressing, and he had also asked Colin to come with him to
a private party after the parade. Colin had been to a rather extravagant
party in the village some years ago, and he hoped some of the guests from
last time would be there.

"Dad, I have asked you before, but you never really answered." Colin looked
at his yawning `father' who lay beside him. "Have you ever had sex with a
girl?"

"Why do you ask? Found a girl all of a sudden?" Bill didn't sound too
talkative or interested.

"Bruce told me some stories!" Colin went on.

"Don't listen to him. He tells stories like a porn producer." Bill turned
his naked front towards Colin.

"But you write porn stories involving women as well as guys, eh?" Colin let
his hand slightly touch Bill's one buttock.

"A crime author is seldom a murderer." Bill still wasn't sure what this was
all about.

"I understand you don't want to answer, Dad. Bruce said you had sex both
with girls and boys in your dorm at uni." Colin let his hand follow Bill's
crack and smiled when he saw his man's dick move.

"He doesn't know anything about that, just secondhand rumours." Bill's
voice was more distinct now. "I shared a flat one year with two boys and
two girls. There was no mixed sex dorm."

"Sounds like a good set-up!" Colin let one fingertip touch Bill's entrance.

"The boys were macho straights with girlfriends in town, and the two girls
fucked each other, so my opportunities for sex at that time were
limited. But I did have two fuck-buddies in those years and neither of them
were girls as far as I remember." Bill grunted when the fingertip entered
him.

"But why did you have to suck a girl in your buddies' presence then?" Colin
was all of a sudden very direct.

"Have you never played `Spin the bottle' at a party after some pints?" Bill
had a full hard-on now.

"Yes, but only kissing was involved. You must have gone to some really wild
parties!" Colin's finger was inside Bill to the second knuckle. "You think
you could make a girl dripping wet today, Dad?"

"No, no. And I'm not interested!" Bill spread his legs. "My only dripping
sex object is just now making me crazy!" Bill had problems talking when
Colin's finger found his love-button.

"But as an erotic writer, and a porn actor, maybe we could pretend!" Colin
kissed Bill and withdrew his finger. "Have a beer, Dad." Colin handed Bill
a can of beer before he left for the bedroom. Bill was unhappy for the
removal of Colin's finger.

Colin smiled when he opened the small bag Pierre had given him. He lifted
each item and placed it on the chair: lace panties with open back and open
front, black stockings, and finally a white almost see-through bra. High
heeled shoes and girl's makeup were left in the box. Colin smiled. "I don't
pretend to be a girl. I just want the heaviest fuck ever by my lover in
there."

"Not possible to hide my cock in these!" Colin said to himself. He looked
at the lace panties, all open in the back and with a possibility to give
the front of his body full freedom. "Maybe I could use my own g-string
too?"

He soon found what he looked for. The see-through g-string was meant for a
strip show Reynard had talked about. He grinned when he saw himself in the
old-fashioned mirror. His stiff cock, even small, was fully visible through
the thin fabric. Lace panties next. He smiled again when he turned around
and saw that his round buttocks were ready for any inspection.

"Very slutty!" Colin completed the job with the black fishnet stockings. He
caressed with his own legs and almost felt ashamed for his own admiration.
Now he lifted the bra and tried to put it on. He managed on the third
attempt. "Damn! I'm glad I'm a boy!" he whispered to himself. The special
bra had openings for the nipples. Pierre knew all about sexy lingerie for
girls. Colin had spied on him sometimes when he dressed up like a whore to
please his boss and his dirty friends.

Silent like a cat, Colin returned to Bill from behind and covered the man's
eyes with his small hands. The man was hot and inviting only, lit by the
firelight. "Pretend I'm a girl, Dad. And pretend I'm your whore for the
night. Please make me hot, just like you once did with the girls in the
dorm. Be dirty, dad. Make me ready for your monster cock!"

Colin moaned in what he thought was a sexy manner when he went in front of
his `customer' and helped him up on the knees. "How would you like to
begin, sir?" Colin's voice was very submissive.

"I would like to eat those tits, bite them, torture them. They're a perfect
size!" Bill almost snorted. With both hands he found the visible nubs and
squeezed them with his fingers and nails. Colin responded by giggling. Bill
licked and kissed his way up from the pubic area, around the navel while he
continued to use his fingernails on the erect nipples. Colin went from
giggling to moaning. With a fast movement, Bill lifted the bra and let it
stay just above the chocolate-coloured boy-tits. A short cry could be heard
when Bill started to suck the left nipple. A new cry went up when Bill
sucked the other like a calf and then suddenly used his teeth. Tears
dripped when Bill bit and sucked the sensitive tits. With one hand, Bill
searched the g-string. The small underwear was piss-wet with pre-cum.

"You drip like a real whore!" Bill felt Colin's hands on his head, as if
Colin wanted to be sucked.  Bill leaned down and licked the wet front of
the string. "Show me your cunt now, slut. I want to eat your lips!" Colin
pulled the pouch aside. His dripping boner was free from the balls. Bill
did not touch it.

"Fine pussy - hard lips - and a stiff clit. You could almost be taken for a
cute lad!" Bill acted. With thumbs and forefingers he made a solid grip
around the balls in Colin's scrotum and dragged them to each side. Again
tears filled Colin's eyes. At the same time his piss-slit opened for clear
drops of pre-cum to ooze out. Bill collected the slime with a stiff tongue
without touching the cock. Colin pushed his hips forward as if he was in
command, and hoped for a suck, but Bill did not respond. "Hide that
worm-like clit, slut, and show me your real cunt. Kneel, be my dog!"

Colin turned around and placed himself on knees and elbows. He spread his
legs and opened his buttocks. Bill spat in the crack. "Nice tight cunt,
almost a virgin, eh?" Bill's greedy lips covered the love-hole and his
tongue got to work. He licked the crack up and down, even touching the
balls. He rather brutally cupped the buttocks and spread them. Colin did
his best to relax and open his entrance. The pink puckered opening invited
the stiff tongue. Again Bill found the tits with both hands and started a
new stimulation while his tongue penetrated the tight `girl's' pussy.

"I'm...I'm..." Colin's voice trembled. The rimming and nipple-play had sent
him straight to heaven.

"Damn, not yet." The flat, huge hand hit one buttock after the other. Bill
pulled the white lace down and followed with a set of spanks on each
buttock. "Be a nice girl, spare your milk!" Bill almost lifted Colin as he
turned him back round to face him. The red-faced boy was full of tears and
sweat. The spanking had been a surprise. It had stopped the ejaculation.

"Now, my little honey, I think that clit is ready for inspection!" Bill
spread Colin's legs again. His small cock was still hard and wet by both
sweat and pre-cum.

The inspection was the sexiest Colin had ever been through. With fingers,
lips and tongue his clit for the evening was as stiff as a young teen's
boner. Bill played with the foreskin and made the cock look smaller than
ever.

"You know a clit can be turned inside out like a prick? You will allow me,
slut? Let's see if you spit like a boy." Bill pulled the foreskin all the
way back and used his fingers to squeeze the cockhead. He used his stiff
tongue to play with the frenulum, or `string' as Colin called it, that was
painfully stretched before licking pre-cum from the now dark-red glans.

"Fuck, fuck, damn!" Colin shouted. The combination of pain and lust was
growing. Bill held the cock - the clit - so tight that Colin feared the
`string' might break. Again a light touch by the tongue was followed by a
sore stream of lust and pain.

"A real girl squirts like hell. You show you're a real girl, Colin!" Bill
did not move. Colin's cock was locked by Bill's fingers and with one arm he
locked the young body as if he was in a vice.

"Let me. Sir. Please, Dad. Let me, let me!" Colin was hyperventilating. He
was somewhere between a heavy orgasm and almost fainting. He had never felt
anything like this. Bill watched how Colin's toes curled inside the fishnet
stockings. Soon both legs trembled. All of a sudden Colin pulled his head
back and opened his mouth. Bill continued to lock up his cock. When he felt
the orgasm building up inside the prostate and the balls, he loosened the
blockage. The first two squirts were blank like pre-cum, then the girl
turned back to the sexiest boy around and shot white boy-milk all over the
man who had turned the tiny dick into a huge squirting clit. Jizz dripped
from Bill's face, down his torso, and down to his own master-cock and
balls.

Bill suddenly turned his drenched face to the front door. He heard a horse
outside.

"Let me, please, Dad!" Colin fed Bill his spunk with double fingers. The
man was happy to receive the offering. Colin licked as much as he could
from Bill's body and was one big grin when saw that his dad's cock was
drenched in his spunk. He cleaned the cock with his mouth and tongue. Soon
steps were heard, and there was a very manly knock on the door.

"Didn't know it was possible to pick up a whore out here in the
wilderness!" Kasim stopped inside the door and witnessed the couple in
front of the open fire. "You know I'm not into girls so maybe I should
leave you for your own pleasure," he said.

"This one is very special!" Bill commented. "She likes them big and rough,
she says. We have just started the welcome to France night. And you brought
a bottle of your special stuff, yes. Will be a long and tough night,
Colin. What do you think?"

"My cunt is ready for both of you gentlemen, but I have another plan."
Colin stood up. "First some more fire!" He went up to the fireplace and
placed a huge piece of wood inside.

"Undress him, Dad!" Colin was suddenly in command, still dressed in the odd
costume.

"What?" Bill answered.

"Undress him, and then kiss him. You have longed for this stallion all day,
Dad. Go on now, or do you want me to leave?" Colin sat down on a sheep-skin
rug.

A bit hesitant, Bill started to unbutton Kasim's sporty winter shirt. Soon
the athletic body could be seen in a summer-like t-shirt. Bill fumbled with
Kasim's belt and helped him off with his tight jeans. Colin smiled when he
recognised the JustColin underwear he had worn at lunch.

"I thought you would want this tiny piece back. I'm glad it was stretchy!"
smiled Kasim. Suddenly both Bill and Colin watched the former pornstar
strip. He put on a good performance. Colin was dripping hard again, and
Bill had never turned soft after the foreplay.

"I want to see you two kiss as if you were alone!" Colin said. "No polite
French manners."

Kasim was the first one to react. Soon the two favourites of Colin were
embracing and kissing, deep and tender.

"Good, good. I love you both. Now I'll check the outdoor tub. Should be hot
enough for all of us. I'll start. Decide who is to fuck me first, and
remember guys, what I said in the car today. This time I will be present
when you two make love to each other - real love." Colin left the room. He
wasn't quite sure if the two had heard what he said.

The hot water was dreamlike. Colin laid back and looked up at the clear
sky. The air was quite cold, but there was no wind, just some movements in
the partly naked trees. He suddenly remembered a very different, but in a
way a similar, situation. He was in the middle of nowhere, far away up in
northern Norway, watching the stars on a completely dark winter
night. Beside him was his new young friend, the soldier they called
`Bergen'. Colin moaned as he recalled that night. The last time he had
watched the stars above him like this, he had been with a cute innocent boy
who had been happy for a nighttime handjob and a mouthful of boy-cream.

Colin was excited by his own thoughts and started to wank in the hot
water. "Damn, the two in there have forgotten me, and they are far from
innocent," Colin suddenly said to himself. He jumped from the tub and found
a huge white towel prepared for the evening bath. He wrapped it around his
body. It was cold outside the hot tub.

When Colin entered the house, the situation was far from cold. The mattress
had been transformed into a wrestling mat where two naked bodies were in
the middle of a tight fight. "Wish wrestling had always been like this!" he
thought. His dad, Bill, in his eyes a Scottish god, had his legs wrapped
around the taller Arab, the olive-brown ten years younger former
porn-star. But then, even locked in a sort of scissor, the situation
changed. Bill was suddenly the bottom guy and Kasim was riding him like a
slave.

Colin's eyes followed the action, the hot bodies, but most of all the two
cocks he loved. Just now they were a bit different in shape. Bill was only
half-hard, while the `Stallion of Morocco' showed off his iron-hard 25 cm
(10 inch), very thick, dark-brown, veined horse-cock.

The two on the mat stopped the game and fronted Colin on their
knees. "Sorry, Colin love. We were turned on." Bill looked at Kasim. "And
we were fighting for you. You're the prize."

"And who is the winner?" Colin asked.

"I am!" The two answered simultaneously.

"I'll be the judge then!" Colin grinned. "When I entered the room, you were
on your back, Dad, and Kasim was riding you. It's obvious. He's the winner,
and you are the loser. But in this game the winner has a right to fuck the
loser. Right, Dad? You have been to Scout camps, haven't you?"

"Aye, but there wasn't much fucking in those days!" Bill's eyes were on
Kasim who very quietly and tenderly wanked his dripping tool in front of
them.

"But I'm the judge tonight, you started without me, okay. But now I set the
rules! Colin placed himself on a wooden bench. With partly wet hair and
glistening smooth skin, he looked like an elf. The light from the fireplace
made the room dreamlike.

"Get down on all fours, Dad, now! And spread your legs." Colin's voice was
commanding. "Partner Kasim, take him, be the winner!"

Bill went down in a low doggy position. With a smile, Kasim entered
him. His long stiff cock found the arse-crack and gave the sweat body a
massage with the boner. The two bodies then rested as if waiting further
instructions.

"Fuck him, Kasim! He has wanted your cock since that night in Marseille,"
Colin said.

"How do you know, son? You were fucking around that night. No room for the
old men!" Bill looked up and found Colin's smiling eyes.

"Okay, so you deny the winner his prize?"

"I never said that, but..." Bill wiggled his butt to tempt Kasim.

"No buts, Dad. You watched me from the shadows when Kasim fucked me for the
first time in Reynard's Paris studio. I was just sixteen, remember?  You
spunked in your pants just by watching us that day. I'll be the voyeur
now."

"I know you want to be fucked Dad, and I'm not a fucker. Do him,
Kasim. Hard! This time I'll be the watcher. You have seen me fucked by many
men over the years, Dad, and now at last I will have the privilege. Prepare
him, Kasim. He loves a working tongue inside him."

Colin let the towel fall. His erection was as hard as the Arab's. With a
grin the winner spread Bill's buttocks with both hands and dived into the
hairy valley. His long tongue licked the crack, and Bill did what he could
to open up. Colin watched his dad behave like a young boy waiting for a
final happy ending.

"Yes, yes, Kasim, show the lad how oldies make love. Be rough! I was used
to that once...ahh...ahh." Bill could hardly talk when Kasim curled his
tongue and found his pink entrance. Colin was close enough to see the wet
love-hole glisten in the flames from the fireplace.

"Yeeeehhhh!" was the only comment when the tongue penetrated Bill's hole.

"Go on, Kasim. I'll find some lube. He's tight, isn't he? Not used to your
size." Colin found the cream and handed it to Kasim moments later.

"Kasim is different from Chit, isn't he Daddy? That boy's cock isn't much
bigger than mine." Colin cupped his own crotch.

"Big enough, enough...ah...enough!" Bill yelled when Kasim penetrated him
with two huge fingers, and soon added a third.

"Check his prostate, Kasim. Give him a massage. He still spits like a
teenager!" Colin was as horny as the two on the mattress. He gave his wet
cock some furious wanks.

"Give me your cock now, Kasim. I'll show that kid of mine how to take a
monster!" Bill's head touched the mattress while he spread the legs. He was
ready.

"Prepare me, Colin, over here!" Kasim was on his knees now. The huge
man-cock pointed upwards. No erection problems for the former
pornstar. "Triple viagra!" Colin thought. He knew what the professionals
did to stay hard for hours. Colin found the cockhead and squeezed it with
hard lips. With hands around the man's buttocks, he opened his mouth for a
fuck. Kasim knew that throat-fucking wasn't Colin's favourite thing so he
just let the boy play with the first ten centimetres (four inches).

"Let the kid wait!" Bill was impatient. "You may fuck him all night,
but...."

A hard spank hit Bill's globe, and then another one. "Shut up! I'm the boss
now. Just wait. I want you to scream like in Marseille, scream as if this
was your first time." Kasim pushed Colin back and gave him the tube of
lube. With two hands Colin greased the brown cock. "Guide me, Colin. Wank
my cock into the open cave."

Colin did as he was requested and used one hand to spread Bill's hole and
placed the other hand around the pulsating cock. When skin contact was made
between the men, he looked at Kasim. "Go!" he whispered with a hoarse
voice.

What followed was not love-making. It was almost rape. The monster-cock
filled Bill in one single thrust. The big balls hit the arse crack. Outside
the scream made the horse neigh.

"You okay, Dad?" Colin put a hand on his lover's buttock.

"Aye, what do you think? When I ask for a pile driver, I get a pile driver!
Enjoy the show now, Colin. Let your lovers forget you for a while, eh?"
Bill's movements showed that he was ready for the fuck he had waited for.

Kasim started slow. He rotated when he hit Bill's prostate point, he fucked
quite gently and then he fucked very hard. Kasim then repeated the
pattern. Nothing was said. The sound from the big cock moving in and out of
Bill's arse, and the yelps from him, was mixed with Colin's wanking sounds
and the youngster's gasps of arousal as he watched the hot scene.

"I'm close to..." Bill shouted and shuddered.

"Don't you dare! You act like a teenager." Again Kasim spanked Bill's
buttocks, not to tease him but to stop his orgasm. "Over here, Colin. Get
down beside your master!"

Colin hurried towards Bill and placed himself beside him in the same
position. Kasim now had a father and a son in front of him. "Hope you
greased up well," Kasim said as he grinned and then spread Colin's
buttocks.

The huge cock was near the limit for the boy's non-prepared boy-cunt, but
Kasim did not `rape' the youngster like he did with Bill. Slowly he filled
up his stage-lover's arse, until the whole of his cock was inside. Colin
looked at Bill who was still frustrated by the interrupted orgasm.

Kasim did not give Colin any time to rest. He was almost as horny as Bill,
and now he had two generations to fuck.

"He's damn good, isn't he?" Colin winked at Bill who let his muscles rest.

Shortly afterwards Kasim withdrew from Colin and went directly back to
Bill. For the next twenty minutes he fucked the pair close to orgasm, but
managed to stop their ejaculations again and again.

"Damn, I can't!" Bill shouted. He was shooting his semen all over the
mattress. Kasim hurried to change back to Colin and fucked him harder than
ever. He was thrusting and pounding the tight cunt.

"I'm cumming, guys, cumming!" Colin shouted. Bill put an open hand in front
of Colin's explosion and managed to collect some of the boy's milk.

"Eat my cum, both of you! Let me give you some real man-seed. Two double
wanks and the porn-star ended the show by firing into two open mouths
eagerly waiting side by side.

Again they heard the noise from the horse outside. "He wants company,"
Kasim said. "You think the tub is still working, love?" Kasim watched Colin
clean the two cocks, before he tried to collect his own spunk from Bill's
hand.

"Aaa, oho, aye!" Colin tried to speak with two big cocks moving in and out
of his mouth. Even half-hard the two cocks stretched his small mouth.


"Reynard and Acio will be home tomorrow morning," Kasim said. The three
were towelling each other in the moonshine. "Reynard invites you for lunch
tomorrow and I think he has a rather ambitious programme for tomorrow
night. Prepare for a strip show, Colin, a dirty one. You know the
boss. It's a long time since he saw you and I'm sure he hopes for another
miracle."

"But aren't all the models coming and going giving him the excitement he
needs?" Bill commented. "And you are happy for new meat, aren't you?" Bill
tried to soothe his swollen arsehole.

"Yes, a new one at least every month, but you know that Colin is
different. He will always be the boss's dream-boy!"

"Don't give him a big head!" Bill used the wet towel as a whip on Colin's
butt. "You clean up the bed, slave! And put some more wood on the fire. Off
you go!"

Colin turned around in the doorway and understood why his Dad had pushed
him away just now. The two naked men were in each other's arms and the deep
kiss was a kiss to seal a close friendship.

***


Reynard hugged Colin tight and kissed him. Then he turned to Bill, first
with a formal handshake, and then with French kisses. Afterwards he turned
to his young companion. "Please meet young Acio. He has been excited all
day, and hardly slept last night knowing that he was to meet two men he had
heard so much about. "So here they are, Acio. You know Colin from the
exhibition, and Bill is his...'gardien'."

"Well!" Colin looked at Reynard. "I don't think I need a guardian. Bill is
my dear partner and lover. Nice to see you at last, Acio. Reynard has
talked so much about his sexy model from the South Pacific. And he is
right, you are hotter than the pictures inside. I'm just curious Acio, did
you wear underwear underneath the bast skirt?"

"Colin!" Bill was stern.

"No, I was damn naked. Mr Reynard likes me that way!" Acio grinned. "Aren't
you butt naked underneath your kilt? I've always thought your dick must be
hard all the time with the rough treatment from the wool. My bast skirt is
soft, but still..."

"Okay, boys," Reynard cut in. "I know you are keen to meet properly. Pierre
has heated the indoor pool for you. Go on, take a swim. You are both great
swimmers, I know. I have some private business with Bill and Kasim before
lunch."

Colin wondered what the `private business' could be. Maybe new sex-shows
during winter. Bill organised that part of Colin's business.

"You swim naked?" Colin asked Acio who seemed a bit shy standing beside
Pierre who had just pulled off the pool-cover.

"I would love too. Strange, it's quite puritanical at home with the ocean
all around, but here you are so free." Acio spoke a strange French-accented
English, but the boys had no language problems.

"It's France, and it's Reynard's home. He loves young nudity. Yes, you know
that. I've seen your photos in the exhibition." Colin pointed towards the
new studio. He also smiled when he checked the security camera. The red
light indicated that it was recording. Pierre noticed that Colin checked
the camera, then he blushed, but said nothing.

Colin had dressed for a rather formal lunch but now he stripped off his
white shirt and his smart shorts in what appeared to be a single
movement. Now he wore only his red JustColin thong.

"I haven't seen that one before!" Acio said. "Reynard let me try on almost
the whole collection." Now the boy unbuttoned his flower-patterned, summery
shirt. Colin liked what he saw - a young body, not very muscular, but slim
like himself. "Ten centimetres (four inches) taller than me," Colin
guessed. "And slightly girlish tits," he thought. "Built for tough play
though. And some dark armpit-hair, strange." Colin completed his
inspection.

"We will have a swim before lunch then!" Colin looked at Pierre who was
going away to leave the two alone.

"Strip me, Acio. I'm sure that's part of the programme later anyway."

The boy knelt and pulled down the thong which now had a very visible wet
spot. Colin was rock-hard, and did nothing to hide it. The boy used two
fingers to touch Colin's pubic area. "Shaved?" He looked at Colin.

"Yes, Bill likes me like that, and it's easiest when modelling," Colin
answered.

"You want me to suck you?" Acio had his mouth close to Colin's partly naked
cockhead.

"Not now. Let's have that swim before we are called back! But now, let me
help you." Colin raised the boy and then knelt down. He opened the boy's
rather baggy shorts and pulled them down. Underneath was a JustColin white
bikini with some black pubic hair above the low-cut underwear. Strange for
Colin to see that. None of Reynard's other models had been like that!
"Sexy!" Colin said. "Damn sexy, does Reynard approve?"

"He has shown me photos of some models from Thailand and The Philippines
displaying some pubic hair and even armpit hair. He said it's a new trend!"
Acio grinned. "Good for me because I hate the stubble."

"Let me see your pride then? You know my tiny one!" He gave his own cock
some sideways spanks. Then he placed the thumbs inside the bikini ribbon
and slowly stripped the youngster. A very nice teen-cock surrounded by
black stiff hair pointed upwards with pride.

"I'm happy you are not cut," Colin said. "I love to play with foreskin."
Very carefully he pulled the foreskin back. The cockhead was pink, but the
skin on the cockshaft was even darker than his body colour. The touch from
Colin made the young cock grow to full size. "Nice dick," Colin said. "Nice
for fucking perhaps," he thought. "15 cm (6 inches) is good for foreplay."

"What did you say, Colin?" Acio struggled to place his clothes neatly.

"I said, let's test the pool." Colin went up to the short side of the
indoor pool and dived in. Seconds later Acio followed.


To be continued