Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 11:13:16 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin - Student and Model 9 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 Ð STUDENT AND MODEL Chapter 9 (Blake) "Do you have anything planned for Saturday morning?" Bill asked Colin during a telephone call. "There's an open day for new students and relatives at university and I have to assist Professor Thomsen in the afternoon, but I've nothing arranged for the morning. Why?" responded Colin. "Reynard is coming to Glasgow for a business meeting with a guy who wants his client to appear in one of your private shows. I think we should be there," replied Bill. "Why didn't Reynard tell him I chose my own partners and that I'm not interested in having another one?" Colin asked. "Oh, this isn't a potential partner," said Bill. "He is only seventeen for a start. Apparently this lad is eager to get into porn movies and he wants to experience some face-to-face contact with punters. Reynard talked about him doing a strip show as a warm-up act. I'm not keen on the idea of an underage lad being part of the show." "What's in it for Reynard? I can't imagine the guys coming to see one of my shows paying extra for a strip show," said Colin. "I get the impression that Reynard is quite keen to have the lad as a model. He described him as being very photogenic," Bill explained. "Surely not as another JustColin model." Colin frowned. "No. Since he is keen to do porn, I imagine Reynard hopes he will pose for erotic photos," said Bill. "There is still a market for them." "Hmm, okay," said Colin. "Do you know anything more about this boy and his agent?" asked Colin. "The boy's name is Blake and he lives up north somewhere," Bill began. "His agent is Dutch, name of Hendrik. It seems he was in the audience at your last private show in Paris." "I remember a Dutchman. He didn't say much," said Colin. "Oh, I remember him talking to Reynard after the show ended. Okay, I'm happy to come along." "Great. I'll take the train up to Glasgow on Saturday morning. Please meet me at Central Station at 10.30am. The meeting is at eleven," Bill concluded. *** "He is taller than me but he hardly looks seventeen," was Colin's first thought when he saw Blake. The fair-haired lad was 170 cm (5ft 7in) tall with a swimmer's build. "We are both blessed, or cursed, by looking younger than we are." Hendrik, the Dutchman, spoke first. He introduced Blake and a man named Dan who was described as Blake's friend. "Daddy more like," Colin thought as he shook hands with the man in his early forties. "I remember you from Paris," Colin said as he shook Hendrik's hand. Reynard introduced Bill and Colin, and then suggested everyone take a seat. He indicated a big table behind him and they all sat down. Reynard was on one side with Colin and Bill, his manager, next to him. Hendrik, Blake and Dan sat opposite them. "It's not often I'm in the same room as two such beautiful boys," Reynard began in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Dan smiled and said, "We appreciate you coming all this way to discuss a potential business arrangement, Mr Reynard." Then he turned to Colin and added, "And of course it's a delight to meet the famous underwear model." "I don't normally get invited to meet younger boys," smiled Colin. "Normally it's daddies and granddaddies who want to meet me." "I like meeting daddies and granddaddies," said Blake. Then he put a hand over his mouth, realising he should have kept quiet. Colin laughed. "We're two of a kind, I see." "Shall we get down to business?" Reynard suggested. Hendrik nodded and stated that his side were hoping that Blake could perform at one of Colin's future sex shows. He emphasised that they expected only a short time on stage. "Please explain the benefits for both sides," Bill requested. "Blake's ambition is to be a porn star. He has made one sex video but of course we can't make any for sale to the public until he turns eighteen. We would like to give him more exposure - forgive the pun - and let him gain some experience of meeting the public," Dan explained. "We think having a cute seventeen year old will be an added attraction when you sell tickets for Colin's next show." "I'm not sure that having Blake - cute though he is - on stage would make much difference," Reynard said. "Demand for Colin's shows always exceeds the number of places available in our small venues." "Well, my studio is very successful and we can offer you better than normal rates if Colin wishes to appear in erotic videos," said Hendrik. "Colin will not be making videos," Bill stated firmly. "Have you done any photographic modelling, Blake?" Reynard asked. "A little, as a favour to a business friend of ours." Blake looked at Dan as he spoke. "Ordinary clothes and some underwear. Not as sexy as JustColin underwear." "Any nude work?" asked Reynard. "Just private photos. Not professional," replied Blake. "Would you be willing to pose nude?" Colin asked. "Oh yes, definitely. I used to be shy but then I discovered that many gay men liked seeing me naked," smiled Blake. "Now I love getting naked and making men happy." Colin smiled. "I like making men happy too but I wouldn't want naked photos or videos of me out in the public domain. I want to be a teacher when I finish at university and it wouldn't be good for my pupils to be able to see me in explicit sex action." "But you are able to pose almost naked for JustColin and do sexy stuff in front of men in your private shows. Sounds like a very good deal," grinned Blake. "We need to confer," Reynard said to Bill and Colin. "Let's split up for coffee and meet back here in thirty minutes." "What do you think?" Bill asked when he was with Reynard and Colin. "I'm not keen." "I think he's cute and I love the way he wants to get naked and perform for older men," said Colin. "It might be fun to get to know him." "He is very cute. Nearly as cute as you, Colin," smiled Reynard. "I don't know that he would add much to your show but I would love to have him pose for nude photos. He clearly isn't shy and I can picture him in all sorts of erotic poses. Maybe even some with Kasim. However we might have to allow him to appear on stage to get him to agree to modelling for me." "I say we allow him a short spot," said Colin. "Bill?" Bill shrugged. "Okay. He seems very eager so he will probably perform for a small fee." "Good! We need to get him signed up before I raise the subject of him modelling but I think he might agree to that," said Reynard. "I have seen a photo of him in tiny speedos and I'm looking forward to seeing him naked." "I bet he would strip off if I asked him," smiled Colin. "Let's get our coffees." When the meeting resumed, Reynard said, "We might be prepared to let you do a short scene to open the show but you'd be on your own. The only real sex action would be with Colin in the main part of the show." "I would be happy with that," smiled Blake. "Would I be allowed to spunk off on stage?" Colin giggled. "You are keen to show off, aren't you?" "Sorry." Blake wondered if he'd gone too far. "No need to apologise," smiled Colin. "In fact, there's something I would like you to do for us before we reach a decision." "I'll do anything. Name it," replied Blake. "Get up on this table and strip off. We want to see if you can get and keep an erection in front of strangers," Colin said. Blake stood up smiling and said, "I'm happy to do that." "Is Colin serious?" Dan asked Reynard. "Yes. I'd like to see Blake naked," replied the Frenchman. Dan shrugged and told Blake to go ahead. Blake took off his shoes and climbed on to the table. "Obviously I would work out a routine and perform to music if I was to strip in one of your shows," Blake said, looking at Colin. "I wasn't expecting this so I have nothing prepared." "It's not a problem. We just want to see your body," smiled Colin. Blake grinned and then pulled off his polo shirt. He removed his socks and then stood up. He squeezed his crotch and then stood up. Turning his back to Colin and the two men sitting beside him, Blake ran a hand over his bum in a sensual manner. He was of course wearing a pair of made-to-measure trousers, which clung like a second skin and showed off his shapely buttocks. Facing his small audience once more, Blake opened his trousers and then slowly unzipped the fly. He then slipped a hand inside to rub the growing bulge before pushing his trousers down and stepping out of them. "I should have worn JustColin briefs to win your approval," Blake said. "I hope you like these ones." He walked up and down in front of the three guys. His stiff little cock created a tent in the low-cut white briefs. He turned his back again and looked over his shoulder to see all three staring at his bum. A circular hole in the rear of the briefs allowed them to see most of his arse crack. Blake slowly eased the skimpy briefs down and then stepped out of them. He kicked them towards Dan and then spun round with his hands on his hips and his rock-hard 9 cm (3.5 inch) cock pointing skywards. Colin grinned and applauded. "Sexy and very cute. Nice to see another boy who isn't ashamed of having a small cock." "Is yours small? I know there isn't a big bulge in your posters but that doesn't mean it's small when you're stiff," Blake asked. "Hendrik has seen it," Colin said, nodding towards the Dutchman. "I'd say mine is slightly longer and thicker than yours but it's still way below average in size." "I used to be ashamed of having a little one until Dan made me realise it didn't matter for a bottom-boy like me," smiled Blake. "It's just one part of the package." "Exactly," smiled Colin. "I like your attitude." Blake moved to stand in front of Reynard and then Bill. "Shall I bend over and show you my pussy?" "Yes, if that's something you would be prepared to do on stage," replied Bill. "There isn't much I wouldn't do on stage if you were in the audience," Blake said with a smile and a wink. "Hey, keep your hands off. He's mine." Colin grinned and put an arm around Bill. Blake simply nodded before turning around, bending over and using his hands to spread his arse cheeks. He let Bill get a good look and then moved to let Reynard get a better view. "Perhaps Colin will allow you to think about fucking me, Mr Reynard," he said. "Luckily I don't need Colin's permission," responded Reynard. "You can get dressed now." While Blake was getting dressed, Colin whispered to his two companions. Finally Reynard announced that Blake could have the opening spot on Colin's next show as a trial arrangement. Blake cheered and then immediately apologised. "The venue and date have still to be finalised but it will be on a Saturday to fit in with Colin's studies. I trust that is acceptable." "And Blake's fee?" Dan asked. "To be negotiated once the size of the venue is known," replied Reynard. Blake nodded to Dan and Hendrik and the deal was agreed. The boy then smiled across at Colin and said, "Thank you. It's going to be fun." "It will certainly be different having you around," smiled Colin. *** Reynard was in a hurry. Bill and Colin understood that their French companion was on a day-trip from a larger conference in London, and that he was to return by plane during the early afternoon. "A pity you don't have time to stay overnight, Reynard. Both Colin and I would have loved to show you our hometown." Bill helped the French photographer and businessman to find a seat in the Glasgow pub. They were a bit late for lunch, but Bill had booked a nice table, and pre-booked a light meal. "And you could have seen our house for real, sir. Not only through spy-cams!" Colin looked very serious. "I promise to visit you on my next trip to Scotland!" Reynard placed a hand on Colin's arm. "I understand that you were not too happy for the hidden cameras. Je te comprends, mon cher! But how did you like the concept? Impressive, eh?" "Aye, marvellous technique and a cool setting, but did you get the action you wanted, sir? What did Kasim say? And Pierre?" Colin asked. "You know Kasim. He would have loved to take Bill's place, and Pierre adores you, Colin - just like me - so he was not happy to see you with a sore bum." Reynard smiled. "Okay my friends, let's eat and drink now. The food is arriving. I've ordered Crofters Pie for us Ð the Scottish version of Shepherds Pie. We look forward to exciting events this autumn. And once again, thank you very much for the great summer at your beautiful estate. Both Colin and I loved it. Cheers!" Bill lifted his glass of beer. Colin had chosen to stick to water as he had his meeting at the university in a short time. "You seem a bit upset, son. Not too happy with the event today, eh?" Bill and Colin were ending the meal and Reynard had hurried to a taxi some minutes earlier. Colin had been unusually quiet and thoughtful for the last half hour. "In a way I feel a bit sad, but also relaxed. Sad because I feel that my modelling career will be coming to end soon, and relaxed because I won't have to pretend for much longer. I'm not the innocent-looking kid any more, Dad. I was like Blake once, remember?" Colin smiled. Bill swallowed. "I love you, son. You will always be my kid! You don't have to pretend with me. Be yourself!" He understood Colin's feelings very much. At the same time he was very happy that the young man he loved so much had a luminous career ahead of the model business. "Been to a funeral, eh?" Kenny entered the pub with a huge grin on his face. He had made an appointment to meet Colin and Bill after Reynard's departure. "No, no. We were just waiting for you. You are driving? No beer for you!" Bill winked. "What about sharing a grand ice-cream with us? You order, son, please." Bill gave Kenny the free seat. "I hope you will come me to the rugby match afterwards," Kenny said to Bill. "I will meet you at the gate after you have met Colin's teachers. He wanted you to meet both Professor Thomsen and his new French teacher, I think. You know he's in hunting mode?" Kenny winked and turned to see Colin returning from the bar. "What are you two up to?" Colin was back in teasing mode. Kenny always brought humour into situations which were a bit stressful. "I've just made a date with your daddy, Kiddo. We're going out for a pint or three while you lick the ass of that professor!" Kenny was not a lad that held back with his expressions. "Good! I'm pleased for you guys," Colin commented with a grin. "Dad has to share a bed with you tonight, you know. I'll take the sofa. Ready for a big banana split now? There's both gooey chocolate and strawberry jam, and double vanilla ice cream." *** "It will be nice to meet Bill again, Colin. We had a small chat this spring at the party for Thor as I'm sure you remember. He's very proud of you, very proud!" Professor Thomsen placed a hand on Colin's shoulder. "He takes a keen interest in my studies, sir!" Colin responded. "And he became very close with your predecessor. They had a lot in common." Colin carried a pile of papers into his professor's study after the plenum presentation of the students' new linguistic projects. "A lot in common, yes. And they shared you as well, he told me Ð in bed too, I understand." The professor had suddenly raised a topic previously unspoken between the student and his new tutor. "You know that Bill is not my father. I call him dad but he is simply my partner. And I think I fitted well into Thor's rather special international studies. It seems you know Thor Olsen very well, sir." Colin was straightforward as always, and Professor Thomsen blushed and coughed. "I've been hoping you share some of his interests, not only academic!" Colin continued. The Danish guest professor made some small and nervous corrections among books and papers on his desk. Then he turned around and pulled Colin tight. Seconds later, with no words spoken, hot lips met in the middle of the old-fashioned teacher's study. The man sat down on the only chair in the room. Colin placed himself in front of his teacher and lifted his bum to sit on the desk. Silence followed. Colin expected this from the professor's lectures. The man would often take a break as if he had to reflect on what he had just said, or as if he was planning what was to come. New students thought Professor Thomsen was a bit phlegmatic, but Colin liked the breaks as a part of his own reflection. Now Colin found the man's blue eyes. "You have studied me for three weeks now, sir. Do I satisfy you?" Colin asked. "More than satisfy, Colin. You're an excellent student, and you are developing a scientific mind. Well, you have that already. Thor Olsen was sure about that too!" The professor was serious but smiling, maybe teasing. Colin recognised the smile lines from his dad. He blushed at the sudden review. But this was not what he really wanted to know. "Are you afraid of me, sir?" Colin asked after a small break. "Yes, I am, absolutely!" Mr Thomsen grinned. "Why, sir? I don't bite, do I?" Colin looked into the man's eyes. "No, not at all. But I promised myself not to fall in love with any of my students again." The man was very straightforward. "Thor warned me. He said you were the sexiest student he had ever met." "But sir. You haven't even touched me. When we had our naturist tanning session last Monday and you hardly looked at my body, far less touched me." Colin tilted his legs. Sitting on the desk, his feet did not reach the floor. "I wish you would touch me now, sir. Get to know my body, and stop being afraid of me." Colin opened the buttons of his formal shirt and pulled it off. The white tight singlet couldn't hide two erect nipples. The lad used his fingers to squeeze the small love-spots. The professor stood up with a light smile, went up to the door and locked it with an old-fashioned key. Then he went back in front of Colin. He stripped the singlet from Colin's body and stared at the dark areolas and the lighter pointed nubs. He touched them lightly, then stretched them. The needle holes from summer were just visible. "You into piercing, kid?" Mr Thomsen asked. "Far from it, sir. Needles are not my favourite things, you see, but I let it happen for a show during summer," Colin answered. "May I lick them?" The professor seemed uncertain about the situation. "Lick them, please. Bite them. Make me crazy. You're my tutor, sir. I'm all yours. You want me to strip off my jeans too?" Colin kicked his shoes off and hurried to pull down the socks. Sitting on the side of the desk the professor helped him to get rid of the formal jeans he had put on for the presentation in the auditorium. Underneath he wore a tiny thong, next to nothing. The pouch in front had two visible wet spots telling of his excitement. "Go on, sir. Fulfil your studies, please. See if my body can satisfy you!" Colin looked into two blue eyes that made him shudder with desire. The boy took hold of the professor's tie and helped him to unbutton his shirt. Professor Thomsen was soon shirtless. He looked well-tanned and sexy. His body was smooth and well-trained with some light body-hair like most Scandinavian men. The heavy breathing told Colin that the man was very aroused. When he started to lick Colin's neck and play with his earlobes Colin was so close that he could feel the man's bulge touching his upper leg. What he felt was big and hard. When the man then went down to work on his nipples as he had asked, Colin let his hands follow the hot man's back all the way down to his belt and below. "Let's get rid of these papers!" In a hurry the professor emptied his desk and let Colin lie down. "Please, sir! Don't be shy. I have waited for this moment for a long time." Colin smiled. It was a sort of signal for the Danish teacher. He nearly dived onto the young body. With tongue, lips and fingers he played with Colin from top to bottom. He sucked the nipples. He sucked his navel and he used his tongue to lick the wet spots in Colin's thong. "Let me feed you, sir. Please get rid of the wet jock!" Colin helped the professor to pull off his last piece of clothing. The tiny, but very hard and quite thick cock, was red and throbbing with excitement. Colin used one hand to pull back the foreskin. Then he used one finger on the underside of his cock, and pushed from root to glans. The result was a huge drop of shiny pre-cum dripping from his piss-slit. "Go on, sir! Please taste me. See if I'll do!" Colin pushed his hips upwards. Again Professor Thomsen hesitated and looked at Colin as if he might ask for permission. Colin smiled. "I want you to suck me, sir. Please eat me, and make me cum if you feel for it!" The 38 year old professor had hesitated up until now, but he didn't need to be encouraged any more. After a hard and very intense suck of cock and balls, he pulled Colin around. "Show me your pussy, Colin!" That was the first command from the man since he had locked the door to his study. "Thor Olsen told me your boy-cunt was tighter than a virgin girl's pussy". The man snuffled with excitement. "Please let me help you get comfortable, sir. You are still dressed!" Colin found Professor Thomsen's belt and unzipped his fly. The white boxers inside were as wet as if he had already spunked. The sock-free shoes were removed in a hurry and Colin helped the man to strip both jeans and boxers in one movement. For the first time Colin could see his tutor's stiff cock. He had looked at him secretly during their last two tanning sessions, but now he looked at the tool he longed to taste. Wet and shining, the head was enthroned on the top of a dick with average length, but with the thickness of a child's arm. Colin swallowed and found the man's eyes. "Do I frighten you, young man?" Professor Thomsen asked. "You look marvellous, sir!" Colin grinned. "Please prepare me well." "You mean now? Here and now?" The uncertain professor was back on stage. "Don't you need to prepare?" "I'm prepared. `Always prepared'. I'm an old boy scout, sir! Come on, we are both horny, and I have to cum or I'll just explode on your desk. Please fuck me, sir! Let me taste a real Danish sausage. They are usually red, aren't they?" Colin played with the dark cock in front of him. He needed two hands to do the job properly. The low-hanging balls were closely shaved, but the red-brown bush was how Colin remembered from other Scandinavian friends. Professor Thomsen spat pre-cum like a teenager. Colin's hands were coated with slimy clear juice. He collected and licked it. He sucked his fingers and wet the man's glans with spit. "Stand up, boy, and spread your legs!" The man pushed Colin face-down on the desk. The boy gripped the old-fashioned oak desk in this no-window chamber tightly, pushed his butt backward and waited. The professor knelt behind him and ate the arse with his tongue and lips. The rimming was heavy, and Colin was about to cum. "Please spank me, or I will cum too fast!" Colin looked to the side and begged. The four spanks that followed were spanks from a man that could deliver with force, but also from a man who was afraid to hurt the student in front of him. "Hope some sun-cream will do! Penetration-jelly isn't a normal part of the equipment in here!" For the first time since the action started, Colin heard a sort of joke from his professor. The fatty cream filled Colin's arse. Professor Thomsen used his grown-up hand to prepare Colin for the fat cock. A minute of rubbing white cream on his weapon and he was ready. "You sure about this Colin? I want you to have fun too, not pain." The man kissed Colin's neck before he collected some pre-cum from Colin's dick and sniffed. The professor placed his cockhead outside Colin's love-tunnel and pushed. Nothing happened. He was not firm enough, and Colin was suddenly scared Ð a cock even thicker than Mr Morrison's at home. "But just half his length," he thought. Then he changed position and became the aggressive bottom again. He rammed his open arse onto the waiting cock. A howl from him filled the room when the monster-cock stretched his sphincter. The professor placed a hand over his mouth. "Silent, lad! My colleagues might think I'm killing you," the man not more than whispered. "Not far from the truth!" Colin grinned. "But go on now, you are inside me. I'm starting to feel the heat!" The professor rested for a while, then he pushed forward and filled Colin's love tunnel in slow motion. Colin moaned when he felt the low-hanging balls hit his perineum. "Fuck me now, sir. Do me hard. Make me cum now. You're the toughest I've taken, oh GodÉ just fuckÉplease don't stop!" Colin tried to squeeze the intruder with his arse muscles, but he was too fully stuffed. The lad could hardly move. The man placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and started a very careful pounding. Colin was comfortable, but soon he felt this was like teasing only. "Go on now, sir. Show me your Viking skills. You showed no mercy when you fucked the English centuries ago, I've heard. Please let me cum, sir. Harder! Harder please! "Colin managed to wiggle his butt. He tried to get pressure on his prostate. "Yes, yes. Good Viking. Good cock, good cock. I'm cumming, sir. Sorry sir, I'm cumming!" Colin erupted. He shot his load all over the old furniture and down onto the floor. "More, more...go on please. Don't stop, sir!" Colin wanted the man to go on. He loved to be fucked until his balls were drained. The professor was breathing like an animal; the sound was more like a barking dog than a fucking man. Colin felt that the fat cock was growing even more and that the man bottomed him with great force. "I have toÉI have toÉColin. Take it, take it!" Professor Thomsen emptied his balls into his new favourite student. For every eruption he fucked into Colin, again and again, pulling Colin by the shoulders closer to his own body. In the end he let his body fell upon the youngster. Still with his softening cock inside, he kissed Colin's neck. "You are a dream, boy...a dream!" the man whispered. "And you have the fattest cock I have ever taken!" Colin managed to get free from beneath the heavy body, but the professor pushed him half way back down. With a hand like a spoon he collected his own spunk dripping from Colin. Together the two shared the cream, both what leaked from Colin's boy-cunt and then what was collected from the table and Colin's body. When he was finished, Professor Thomsen hugged his student and found his waiting wet and tender lips and tongue in a soft and long-lasting kiss. "Did I pass the test, sir?" Colin asked before leaving. The two had tried to get the room back to some sort of normal order. "Did I, young man?" Professor Thomsen opened the door and tried to get his formal attitude back. To be continued Note to readers The meeting in the first part of this chapter can be seen from Blake's perspective in chapter 38 of "Blake's Adventures" in the adult youth section.