Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2015 15:24:18 +0000
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 29

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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it
is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions
and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins) and
older men.

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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES

Chapter 29

"I've never seen that lad so at home in a stranger's house," Bill commented
to his two hosts sitting by the table in Uncle George's cosy sitting room
after a very solid lunch. The homemade venison pie had been perfect, and so
had the local beer. Young Colin had chosen ginger ale today, not just one
bottle, and now he was running to and from the kitchen, close to the 79
year old George - Boyd and Doug's uncle, and the owner of the cottage they
were about to visit for the weekend.

More than once Bill, who had a clear view into the kitchen, saw the older
gentleman put his hand underneath Colin's kilt and play with his naked
buttocks.

"Sorry but we will have a small delay today, guys. I have to get the petrol
pump for the van repaired. That means we must make a detour to the garage
in the next village before we go into the wilderness." Boyd spoke as he
rose from the table after a nice cup of tea. "We can buy the provisions for
our trip at the same time. Are you ready folks?"

"Are you coming back here before we leave for the cottage?" Colin
asked. "If so, I would like to stay with Uncle George. If you allow me,
sir?" Colin was very close to the old man who put his hand on the lad's
head.

"It will be a pleasure, young man. Not often I have such young company in
the house."

"Okay for me if it's okay for you, sir." Colin saw Bill roll his eyes in
mock disbelief.

Boyd and Doug gave each other some small glances. "There's been sex in the
air for the last hour," Boyd said to his brother when they headed for the
van. "That man is incredible," Boyd said rather loudly.

"And so is that son of mine!" Bill confirmed.


"I have to...pee, sir. Too much ale today," Colin said when the van left
the road outside.

"Please don't sir me. Just call me Uncle George, son. I will show you the
bathroom. It's at the rear of the house, off the kitchen."

George opened the door to a very modern bathroom, and was about to leave
when Colin said, "A real man never pisses alone, one of my mates said the
other day. Please stay, Uncle George."

George closed the door behind him and sat down on a low bench. Colin went
to the toilet and opened the seat, but hesitated. "I think you better take
off that kilt, son, and if you please the rest as well. I didn't see much
of you that Sunday at the cottage. And my eyes are a bit weak so I must use
my hands as a supplement to really see your young body."

Colin was naked in seconds and went very close up to Uncle George. "Please
look as much as you want," Colin said. "But be careful so I don't piss on
you. I really need to empty very soon."

George used his old hands all over the young body. Not a single spot was
left untouched. Colin's nipples were toyed with, and the old man knew how
to torment a young man's balls without doing any pain to his stones. He
used his hands inside the upper legs of the boy and with wet fingers he
examined his already quite wet and open hole. When George started work on
Colin's erection and collected his dripping pre-cum and put it in his
mouth, Colin was about to cum in his hands and had to concentrate to stop
himself.

"I have to piss now," Colin said. He withdrew a little.

"Let me help you," the older man said. "You are so hard that your flow will
be nearly like an old man's. Please give it to me, son. Give me your golden
juice." He pulled the boy against himself, opened his mouth and let him
start. Colin was as careful as he could but the pressure was difficult to
control. However the older man took every drop from Colin's cock without
hesitation.

When Colin had finished George went on sucking the stiff cock and balls,
even putting fingers up his arsehole. Colin closed his eyes and was very
close to heaven. But he managed to take a break. "May I suck you now, Uncle
George?" Colin had a hand around George's wet cockhead.

"I am not so keen on the modern passion for sucking, but I would love an
old-fashioned fuck." Uncle George grinned.

"Nothing better," said the young naked man and lifted Uncle George's
kilt. "You want me to ride you, sir?" Colin was still very polite.

"Let me wet you first, son. Turn around please." George was very
careful. He used spit and then some cream to prepare Colin for his cock.

Colin remembered from their previous meeting that George was big, but not
as big as Bill, so he wasn't afraid when he mounted George and let him put
his pretty big cockhead inside his sphincter. The problem was that Colin
spunked at once. "I'm cumming sir, sorry sir!" he cried. He spunked when
George's cock pressed against his prostate on the way into his body. But
George had felt this from the very beginning, so he cupped Colin's cock and
took care of a large amount of boy cream. Not a single drop went outside
the older man's mouth.

"Just go on Sir, I can take more. Fuck me even harder," Colin almost
shouted. He never really went flaccid after the eruptions and Uncle George
gave him stroke after stroke all the way to bottom. Just minutes later his
cock was as hard as when he started, and the strangest thing happened. He
came again. "I'm cumming again, Uncle George. You make me crazy." He felt
the older man fill him with warm cream just as he erupted for the second
time. He held his arms tight around George and kissed him with
passion. Later Colin fell down on his knees and put the older man's cock in
his mouth and sucked him clean.

When the three men returned from their trip to the neighbouring village,
Colin and Uncle George were sitting at the table with tea and some cakes.

"Okay Colin, you have to say goodbye now," Bill said. "We hope to settle
into the cottage before it turns dark."

"You had a good time, Colin?" Bill asked on his way back to the van.

"Very. Uncle George was very nice to me."

"Is that why your sweater is now inside out and you no longer have the belt
on your kilt?" Bill was grinning.

"You see Daddy, it doesn't matter because Uncle George has to look with his
hands!" Colin grinned back. Bill just shook his head.

***


There was still a feeling of summer when they left the main road and turned
onto the narrow gravel road for the cottage. From this distance they had a
very nice view to the loch and Bill was very excited. It was his first
visit to this area in many years and he felt very comfortable with the
company. Boyd was doing a good job both as a driver and a guide.

Another reason for being excited was the lad and the man in the
backseat. Bill checked them from time to time in the rear view mirror, and
the two kilted ones did not wait long after they left the village before
they found their love poles under the kilts. It wasn't Colin who started
the show this time, but Doug who had sported an 8 inch (20 cm) very willing
cock ever since he lifted his kilt a little and placed Colin's small hand
on his balls.

"Looks like a fire ahead," Boyd said, looking at the smoke showing up
through the trees when they were close to the cottage.

"It might be a campfire," said Bill who had a better view from his side of
the car. "I can see some people there."

Colin felt a bit disappointed when he saw that there was a group of men
sitting around a campfire in the middle of the yard. He had hoped for an
evening with just the three grown-ups in the van.

Four huge motorbikes were parked outside the fence. "It's probably a second
cousin of ours from Glasgow and his biking friends. They belong to a rather
tough motor club. Nice guys though. They visit the area here from time to
time, but they always used to ask uncle George for permission," Boyd
said. "Probably just a day trip. They never stay in the cottage."

"There's a boy placed in the pillory," Colin pointed out very
excitedly. "And another guy cuffed over by the wash house." Colin nearly
whispered to Bill because the whole scene was a bit surrealistic, and very
unexpected. It was still sunny and not really cold for this late part of
the year. The two lads nearly naked, shirtless and just wearing dirty baggy
boxers would be feeling it cold though.

"What's going on here?" Boyd asked when he entered the yard and stood in
front of a tall, shirtless man wearing leather trousers, boots and a black
harness. All the four men around the campfire were dressed like this, and
they stood up to greet the arrivals.

"We are having our annual ceremony for new members in our junior club,
Boyd. This is a perfect place for guys to show that they are tough enough
for membership. They have just started driving heavier bikes and are eager
to show that they belong to the club," the man in his early sixties said as
he greeted Boyd with a formal handshake.

"Sorry that we haven't talked to George this time. There never used to be
visitors at the cottage this time of the year. We have not been inside the
cottage, but we've arranged for hot water. It's as hot as a sauna inside
that wash house." The man was talking direct to Boyd. "We are nearly ready
to end our stay so I hope we will not disturb too much."

"Please meet the other guys. Two of them are godparents for the lads." The
man introduced the three other men, all of them around forty or fifty.
"Sit down guys and take a beer." He pointed at the log seats around the
fire.

"But what about the lads?" Bill asked. "It's quite cold and they are almost
naked."

"They are coping well, sir. Just two tasks left and then they will be
marked. That's what they are waiting for!" One of the men grinned, and they
all raised their bottles.

Colin was not comfortable as he sat between Bill and Doug. "You allowed to
drink beer, kid?" One of the men handed Colin a bottle. He blushed, but
Bill put a hand on his knee as to calm him down. He knew his young man's
temper and knew that Colin could be very direct in speaking if he saw
injustice or felt insulted.

"Take it easy, son. Let Boyd handle this," Bill whispered to Colin.

"But those lads have been heavily beaten, Dad. Have you seen the marks on
their backs?"

Bill had seen that the boys had been beaten, probably with belts, but it
was more dirt than marks on their skin. "I'm guessing it's more show than
reality," he thought but he was not certain.

Colin looked at the men around him and wasn't sure if he liked them or
not. He had to admit that the very mature men had nice hairy bodies and
their tight leather outfits showed off very sexy bulges. The reason for
Colin's dripping cock, even now in this rather odd situation, was that
where he sat he had a very direct view to Boyd's cock and balls. The man he
hoped would fuck him hard during the weekend sat like a real man with his
legs spread and his kilt wide open. Colin used an elbow in Bill's side; now
Bill was the one blushing. He knew very well what Colin meant and adjusted
his own growing one.

"Okay guys." The oldest man stood up, found a tawse, and handed it to one
of the younger men. "Five hard strokes on bare buttocks, and no mercy, and
no screaming guys! You know what all this is about." His voice was heavy
and commanding. "Let's show these college guys what we are made of."

The lad in the pillory was the first. The man with the tawse went up to
him, used one hand to pull his head upwards by they hair. "Let's see you
show the correct attitude, boy." Then he tugged down his underwear, and
used his booted feet to spread the lad's legs wide apart. Then he started
to beat him with heavy strokes. The boy counted. The sound from the tawse
hitting the pale skin and the boy's counting were the only sounds in the
yard. When the fifth stroke landed on the already tender buttocks, the boy
screamed. "You didn't count, boy." The man was tough and used his force
once more.

"Five," the boy nearly shouted through gritted teeth and wet eyes.

"Good boy." The man used his hand and touched the lad's swollen butt. "You
took it well!" He handed the tawse to one of the other men.

The pair went up to the young red-haired boy who was cuffed to a cross on
the wall. Colin shivered when he saw one man pull out a big knife, but soon
understood that it was just to cut the boxers off the boy. Two cuts and the
boy was totally naked. From the side Bill and Colin could see a beautiful
guy with a big flaccid cock in the middle of a bush of red pubic hair.

"Face the wall boy, and push your arse out." The boy did as he was
told. The man with the tawse spread the strokes a bit, so this boy's butt
was not as red as his mate's. But when the last heavy stroke landed, just
at the same spot as the first one, he howled. However he was able to shout
out the final number.

"Ok, boys, you are doing well. Just one more task and you are ready for the
marking," the oldest man proclaimed. "Untie them!"

The two naked boys were nearly pushed over to the campfire. Everybody could
see that they felt uncomfortable being naked, and did what they could to
cover their dicks with their hands. "Turn around and show your bodies," the
speaker went on.

"Here you see real guys, school kid," one of the men grinned when talking
to Colin.

Bill knew what was going to happen. When looking at Colin, he saw the young
man from the nightclub in Grand Canaria, a humiliated young man, not at all
happy to be called a school kid in front of the group.

Colin stood up with great force. Bill tried to stop him, but in vain. The
young man went over to the two poles standing close to the camp
fire. "Please find your cuffs Boyd and cuff me tight. Will you strip me
Doug, please?" Colin had a very grown up voice, very clear, nearly
hypnotic. Bill was not at all happy.

"Please, Dad. Show these guys what this school kid of yours is made of."
Colin was ready.

Doug stripped the young man completely. The small, but well trimmed body,
coiled like a spring when he was cuffed and hanging between the poles. It
was strange for Bill to see him nearly flaccid in a situation like this. He
would normally have sported a solid erection. Doug nearly fainted at the
sight and had to grab his stiff cock so as not to make a fool of himself.

"Go on, Dad. Use the tawse. Ten strokes, okay?" He looked straight at the
oldest man, who for once looked a bit uncertain and just swallowed.

Bill was in a way happy for the old-fashioned tawse. He knew how to use it,
letting the viewers believe he used full force by making a good sound, but
still not make any real marks on the skin. But if he made a mistake there
could be blood and heavy bruising. Bill looked furious when he lifted his
arm, but Colin knew it was just acting. His dad would never hurt him in a
situation like this.

Nothing but the sound of the belt and Colin's counting were heard. "Please
stop, Bill. You're hurting him!" Doug shouted after five strokes. Bill went
behind Colin and soothed his pink bum. "Nice job so far," he whispered to
Colin.

"Five more strokes," Colin was still very clear in his voice. The sound of
the belting here in the forest was electric, and the two boys closed their
eyes.

After nine strokes Bill went over to Colin again and smiled to him. He saw
that Colin now was sporting a heavy, dripping erection. "Cover up your cock
when you are released, baby. This is not a porn show," Bill whispered to
his son.

"Okay Dad, but then you have to give me a real one at the end instead of
just teasing me," Colin responded. Maybe Colin afterwards regretted that
remark, because the tenth stroke created a dark red mark all across his now
dark pink arse cheeks. But he still had an erection to cover when Boyd
released him.

"Ok guys, we have to finish. The sun is getting low." The oldest man took
control back. "We move on to the last task. The temperature in the pond is
8 degrees. Perfect. Very good for a swim, don't you think? Maybe something
for you as well?" He looked at Colin, but the boy was very calm now, just
smiling at his audience and not at all afraid of the cold water. Even Bill
was very calm now. He would like to see a boy that could beat Colin in the
water just now.

They all went to the small pier. "About 150 metres across the pond Ð two
lengths Ð 300 metres. Go on!"

Colin took a look at the two boys beside him, still trying to cover up
their dicks. "No need to cover up in this temperature," Colin joked. "Our
dicks will disappear as soon as we are in the water." The redhead with the
beautiful face and quite long dick smiled. The blond guy did not even look
at Colin. Even though he was well equipped, he was probably unhappy to show
that he was shaven down below.

"Ready, steady, GO!" One of the men shouted. Three boys dived into the very
cold water, Colin elegant as a seal, the two others really working to do
the job. Colin felt pity for them so he slowed down and let the two start
on the return first. Then he put on some effort in the middle of the pond,
and was up on the pier before the two others ended the race. He reached out
his hands and helped them up. "Well done, guys. Damn cold, eh?"

"Come here, guys. No arguments. Come with me all of you," Doug raised his
voice for the first time, hugged the three boys and took them into the
sauna-like wash house where he put them in the huge sink together and
started to wash them in the hot water. The soaping made the hurt youngsters
scream, but Doug carried on and the guys calmed down after a while in the
warm room.

"Have another beer guys, and let the boys relax a little," Doug said when
he came back to the campfire alone.

"What are they doing in there?" Bill whispered to Doug.

"I'll give you three guesses," Doug answered with a huge grin.

Bill did not continue. His eyes looked at the glowing tool lying in the
flames. "Do they really intend to brand this guys with an iron rod? Crazy!"
he thought.

The three young men came from the wash house, warm and elated, all with a
towel around their private parts. Colin sat down beside Bill, but the two
biker boys just stayed beside the fire.

"Well, boys. We did not know that we would have guests today, but now we
have come to the finale. All of the members from our club know that a
member is marked forever. I got my mark 45 years ago in an event like
this." The older man pulled down his leather pants, turned around and
showed his naked butt. On the left buttock was a scar formed like an upside
down T inside a pentagon, about the size of an old 50 pence coin. No doubt
that the scar was made by burning.

The boys did not show any emotion. "Lie down over the logs guys, bottoms
up. Hold the boys' arms," the man commanded. Then he took the glowing tool
from the flames and went over to the waiting young ones. Colin took Bill's
hand and closed his eyes. He felt the smell of burning skin, but heard no
screaming.

Colin opened his eyes and saw that the boys' butts were as before. In the
last seconds before the branding instrument touched the boy's skin the
direction was changed and the instrument was placed on a piece of leather.

"Please get up, guys. This branding is just symbolic. Here you have the
memory of this day," the speaker handed them the club symbol just burned in
animal skin. "Take the symbol with you and you are given the right to get
this as a tattoo on your left buttock. You deserve it."

***


"What did you do inside the washing room while we waited for you?" Bill
asked Colin when the bikers were riding down the gravel road.

"I sucked the boys of course. They nearly begged me," Colin was smiling
from ear to ear.

"And you?" Bill continued.

"Nothing, so I am horny as a devil now. I can't wait to be fucked," Colin
went on. Boyd passed and had to hear what Colin said to his Dad.

"Just wait until we have had some dinner, and you will get a night to
remember," was Boyd's promise for the young man. "Please go with Doug and
organise some more wood, both for the indoor and the outdoor fireplace. And
please make the zinc tub ready for us."

"No midges today," Boyd said to Bill. "So I think we can eat out by the
campfire tonight, even if it will be quite cold when the sun goes
down. Maybe we could tease the young man a little before he gets what he
wants. I went to a pornshop in London and I've brought some heavy
vibrators." Bill grinned and nodded and lifted the glass of welcome whisky.

"I love your body, Doug." Colin was standing beside his host. "To look at
you when you use the axe on those big logs make me horny as hell
here. Please take your shirt off and let me see your muscles." Colin was so
close that he could touch the man. Doug was flattered and was soon
shirtless. The fair trimmed body hair and the short red hair on his head,
shone like copper in the evening sunshine. The work with the heavy axe made
his body glisten.

"Please bring some wood inside for the fireplace, and help me with the
water afterwards." Doug was very happy to have Colin's the company.

"Food will be ready in twenty minutes," Colin told Doug when he came into
the still warm washing house where the man had put more wood on the fire.

Colin closed the door and put his arms around Doug's waist. "Please fuck
me, Doug. Please fuck me now, I can«t wait to have your cock inside
me. We can manage before dinner." Colin kissed the man's sweaty chest and
put a hand under Doug's kilt, squeezing his semi-hard cock. "I have longed
for you since we had our morning fuck in the ruins, and the biker kids gave
me nothing back." Colin had undressed Doug while talking.

"But maybe your Dad has other plans for tonight," Doug said.

"Hopefully both Boyd and Daddy are planning something, but I just want your
beautiful cock inside me," said Colin. Doug now sported a super erection,
manipulated by Colin's hands. "We won't tell them. Doug. Let's make this a
foreplay just for us," Colin was naked too. The belting had made him red,
but his body was all ready for hot sex. "Don't you want me?" Colin looked
with young lust into Doug's eyes. Colin had from the very first moment in
the club fancied those eyes. Doug's twin brother was probably more manly,
but Doug had beautiful eyes like the eyes of a deer, and long eyelashes
like a young girl.

Doug kissed his young admirer with passion. Colin, the master of seduction,
forgot everything around him when Doug laid him down at the old washing
table, turned his legs upwards and started to rim his arse and his young
arsehole.

"Go on, Doug. We have to make it fast, please fuck me without more
preparation. I've been ready for hours." Colin was very impatient. The very
careful Doug used spit and fingers before he pulled the foreskin all back
from his beautiful cockhead and pushed his 8 inch (20 cm) cock all the way
into the boy's waiting love hole. Colin groaned, and so did Doug. "Crazy,"
Colin said, "just a crazy feeling. Let your cock fill me, press even more,
even a bit more!"

Colin pressed back and tightened his arse muscles around Doug's cock like a
clamp. "If you go on like this I will spunk before I start to move," Doug
grinned. He took Colin's legs and pushed them above the boy's head, and
then pushed his cock even deeper, and deeper. He crossed the line between
pain and lust so he had to move back a little.

Doug pulled his cockhead almost outside and then he pushed back again, all
the way. Five times, and then he could not hold back any longer. He pushed
his sore cock all the way into the lad and erupted while he roared, "You
kill me Colin, you really do!"

Colin answered by crying, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Doug managed to
collect most Colin's white boycream, and licked his hand before pulling
out. When Colin took care of the softening cock with his mouth, Doug purred
like a cat, standing with his eyes closed.


Inside the cottage Boyd looked at Bill with a broad smile. The pair in the
washhouse did not know how easy the sound was transmitted there in the
wilderness. "I think my brother got what he wanted just now. It's not often
he is the stallion. Now he will be ready to show off his own hole for the
rest of the evening. You go and fuck him, Bill. He's good, even if he is a
bit old for you!"

Bill smiled. He already had some fantasies about a fuck with the silent
twin, while the brother and his own son were present.

Sitting on sheepskins around the open fire, eating a deer stew homemade by
Uncle George, was like a fairy-tale for the lowlanders. "I'm sorry that
Uncle George is not here with us. The food we brought from him is
heavenly." Colin was painting with words again.

"Good for us that he stayed at home. If he had been here you wouldn't have
given us much time, would you, baby? Uncle would have eaten you alive,
complete with skin and hair." Boyd smiled as he hugged Colin tightly.

"Can we see him tomorrow then?" Colin asked.

"Guess we can make a stop on way back," Boyd smiled.

"George doesn't fuck on Sundays," Doug was laconic as usual.

"Not between ten and noon anyway! Cheers for him and his food," Boyd raised
his bottle of beer, his third with the meal. Even the easy drinker Bill had
taken more beers than he usually did.

"It's going to be a wet night," Colin thought.

The campfire, the food and the beer made the four very relaxed, a bit too
relaxed Colin thought. He had started playing with his own stiff and
dripping cock again, very easy available under the kilt. Coffee and another
whisky for the older ones, but now the young one wanted action. "If Uncle
George had been here, he would have fucked me by now," Colin proclaimed.

"Guess you are right," Boyd said, "Why don't you show off your goodies for
us now?"

Colin was easy to persuade. Despite it being cold outside he pulled off his
sweater and his t-shirt and, wearing just his kilt, he started to
dance. Very soon he stripped off the kilt as well, leaving his heavy boots
as his only covering. In the light from the flames, he was a dream when he
started to play with himself. The men saw an elf in front of them, a
supernatural figure, using his hands on his own body. Starting with his
nipples and then hugging himself with his eyes closed, Colin lowered his
hands and started a job on his balls. He put fingers in his arsehole, doing
movements like a worm. He stayed away from his dripping cock though, as if
he wanted to save something as a sort of finale. The three onlookers had
found their own very stiff cocks and did nothing to hide what they were
doing.

"I think we have to give this guy some help now," Boyd said. "Bill, do you
think we can bind him to the poles again? Not too cold is it?"

"We have to keep him hot then!" Bill answered. He took Colin and placed him
between the two poles.

Boyd cuffed both of Colin's arms and his legs and made him hang as if on a
St Andrew's cross, then he blindfolded him. "Find the play tools Doug,
bring the whole bag."

Bill went up to Colin and gave him his lips, then he whispered, "No more
whipping today, son. You have had enough of that these last two
weekends. And next Saturday Kasim will be around remember!"  Colin grinned.

The sight was stunning, the naked Colin between the pools, completely open,
coloured by the flames from the fire and the black forest around. The yard
was like a scene from a movie, a scary one. Colin was bound up and casting
long shadows.

Doug was back and he couldn't wait for the others. He went up to Colin and
started to lick him, first on his nipples, then on his throat, and up to
his ears, before he gave Colin his tongue. And Colin responded. They tongue
fucked each other like crazy. Then Doug stripped, both his shirt and his
kilt, and rubbed against Colin's young body with his own lightly haired
body.

Boyd looked at Bill. "I don«t think they need us. I have never seen my
brother like this. His is hornier than I have ever seen him. Maybe we could
do our own show Bill?" He went up to the man he met for the first time this
morning and placed his hand around Bill's balls and cock.

Bill answered by putting his hand beneath Boyd's kilt and found a fully
erect cock waiting for action. "Any time friend, any time," he said.

Boyd opened the bag and found three vibrators. "You think we can get this
boy to multi-orgasm?" He looked at Bill.

"He can do that, yes. Once when he was younger I made him cum eight times
during a day's session in the playroom, and still he came again when I
fucked him at bedtime."

"You two into some sort of "good old days" char or will something happen
here soon?" Colin was very impatient. He didn't say but he had to piss soon
too.

Doug chose a golden metallic vibrator and Boyd gave Bill a small very
flexible vibrator with a handle, mainly for putting into the arse hole to
stimulate the prostate directly. Boyd chose for himself a big vibrator that
looked like an old-fashioned microphone.

"I thought that was an instrument for women." Bill grinned.

"You sure?" Boyd pressed the button and placed the top of the vibrator
directly on Bill's balls.

Bill jumped. "Slow it down, man. That will crack your nuts at full speed."

Doug started to use the metallic vibrator on Colin's nipples. He made his
tits wet first using his own spit. He also used some of Colin's dripping
pre-cum as lubrication. Colin's tits went erect like small cocks. The young
man groaned loudly.

Boyd worked on Colin's body with the big vibrator `bullet'. He turned down
the speed on Bill's advice but when he used it on the inner part of Colin's
upper legs and then touched his balls, the young man started whining. The
cock massage with the huge vibrator was almost more than Colin could
take. He started to whimper so Boyd changed to a lower speed.

Boyd then used two fingers to press Colin's foreskin all back and pulled
the cock upwards before he asked Bill to use the tip of the prostate
vibrator on the lad's glans and string. Colin cried and tried to pull his
cock away, but Boyd held him and Bill continued, noticing that the young
one was about to cum.

The men wanted the boy to last a bit longer so they slowed down a little
before they went on. Boyd let go of the cock for a while. Bill went to
Colin's rear and rubbed his arse with the soft jelly-like vibrator. Then he
put it in his own mouth to wet it, before using it to penetrate the boy. He
knew exactly how to find Colin's prostate and put some pressure on the
vibrator.

All this, the nipple play from Doug, the ball play by Boyd, and then at
last the arse fuck by Bill's vibrator was too much for the hanging boy. "I
have to cum. I have to cum now!" Colin cried out.

"Take it easy boy, take it easy," Doug was almost crying too. He was
kneeling in front of Colin just when the first spurt came. He caught it
with his head and opened his mouth to receive Colin's white cream. Bill
continued to vibrate his prostate. But then something unexpected
happened. Colin's spunking did not stop. They saw that the boy now was
pissing, not in one stream, but in spurts as when he emptied his
balls. Boyd took Colin's dick and made the piss reach his brother's head
and even his open mouth. None of the men had seen an eruption like this
before.

"Sorry guys, I could not hold it back," Colin said.

"Sorry?" You were great." Boyd removed Colin's blindfold. He grinned when
he saw the naked, totally soaked man in front of him.

Boyd had started his vibrator again, and so had Bill. Colin whined, but he
did not ask them to stop. For the twins it was strange to see that Colin
never lost his erection, and that he still dripped from time to time, both
cum and piss.

Doug, still on his knees, bent forward and put Colin's dick inside his
mouth, sucking and licking. He even tried to open Colin's piss-slit and
penetrate it with the tip of his tongue. And Colin could do more.

"If you want to see me cum again, you must fill me up. I need real stuff
now," he said. "I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked hard. And bite my
tits instead of this teasing," he continued.

Bill put his fingers in his mouth, then he put them in Colin's mouth, and
at last he spat on them and started a finger-fuck with two fingers all
inside Colin's arse hole. He asked Colin to push back and open up, then he
inserted one finger more. "Try the fourth Daddy, think I can take more
today." Colin howled when Bill used his four big fingers inside him, then
he relaxed. "I desperately need a cock now, folks." Colin looked around.

Boyd stripped off his kilt, and looked at Bill who nodded. "Lick me up,
Bro." Doug had to switch from Colin's small cock to Boyd's 8 inches (20
cm).

Colin took Boyd's cock easily and Bill went in front to help Colin stay
comfortable between the poles while being fucked.

Boyd wasn't very happy with his own work. He was almost too horny and
couldn't last long. Very suddenly he withdrew his wet cock from Colin and
used his hand, wanking his spunk into his brother's waiting mouth. The man
was even more soaked.

"I have to piss," Bill shouted.

"Cut me down please," Colin begged. "I want to have it, Daddy.

"Untie him." Bill looked at Boyd who very quickly uncuffed the boy and
pushed him down on his knees in front of Bill.

Bill didn't wait long. Even very horny he managed to send his yellow fluid
all over the waiting beauty in front of him. A short while later Boyd
started to piss, and then from the other side Doug joined in. Colin
grinned, happy for the beers coming back to him from all three men.

As a sort of signal Colin looked at Bill and opened his mouth. The other
guys understood that this was an exclusive invitation and when Bill filled
his son's mouth with his golden liquid, the others concentrated their spray
on his upper body and his cock.

When all three were finished Colin lay down on the grass. He had still some
piss left and managed to reach both his head and his open mouth. Then the
young man started to wank. The three around did not interrupt this
time. They just stared at the young boy who with great technique had sex
with himself, involving his nipples, his balls, his arsehole and his mouth
and lips. In the end he lifted his hips and with a roar he sent his white
spunk up in the air. Then all was silent. Doug fell down on his knees and
collected every white drop with his mouth and tongue, and then shared it
with the nearly exhausted boy.

"Come on, guys. Who's first in the pond?" Boyd shouted. In the glow from
the campfire four naked men jumped into the cold water. Just a few minutes
later they were back on dry land. Boyd carried Colin, and all four hurried
the sauna- like wash house.

"Now we need a whisky." Boyd passed a bottle from man to man. Even Colin
took some, but he remembered the last visit in the cottage and was very
careful. Both Boyd and Colin were very relaxed in the warm and quite dark
room but Bill and Doug still showed off heavy tools even after their dip in
the cold pond.


The four males were sitting in the cosy cottage looking at the open
fire. In the warm cottage Colin stayed naked and the older men had only put
on very loose boxers. Colin was sitting close to Boyd covered by a light
blanket, and Bill was sitting beside Doug.

Colin knew that Bill hadn't cum since the visit to the ruins this morning
and was quite sure that his Dad would be happy for a bit more play. He
crept up to his dad and lover and sat down on his lap. Then he whispered in
his ear. "Fuck him, Daddy. I want to see you fuck Doug. He's so hot, and
he's so kind. You'll love him!" Both brothers heard every word in the small
cottage, and they smiled when Colin was back beside Boyd.

"You heard I was given an order," Bill put his arm around Doug, laid him
down on the sheepskin and kissed him with great passion. One hand cupped
Doug's waiting cock inside his boxers. Colin loved the sight and curled up
in Boyd's arms.

The two grown-ups were naked in seconds. The situation and the whisky had
removed any shyness from the men who had thought of this situation during
the day. Bill spread his legs and gave Doug all the access he wanted when
the man cupped Bill's big balls with one hand and squeezed them and tugged
them. The result was that Bill's huge cock was stiffer than ever. His wet
glans free from foreskin fitted well inside Doug's mouth, and to Colin's
surprise Doug nearly swallowed the cock from the first moment. With an open
mouth Colin watched his dad throat-fuck the man who took his huge cock with
no problem. Then Bill turned around, and in 69 position, he showed Colin
that even he could take a cock deep, but not as well as Doug.

"Open him for me, son." Bill had moved Doug to doggie position. Colin went
over to Doug and started to rim him. Doug was in heaven when the small
tongue was inside him.

Bill saw that Boyd was dripping through his boxers. He let all shyness fly
away, went over to Boyd, stripped him from his boxers and put Boyd's wet
cock in his mouth while giving him a heavy wank. Then he looked in Boyd's
eyes and said, "Make the kid happy, Boyd. He's all yours."

When Bill returned to Doug, Colin licked his cock and then he gave him a
small bottle. "This is Uncle George's special fucking cream," he said. "You
are big, you know. Let it be nice for Doug." Bill had heard about this
cream that they used on Colin's young friend when he lost his virginity on
the last cottage weekend. He smeared some on Doug's arsehole before he very
gently pushed his 9.5 inch (25 cm) very thick cock, into the man's waiting
love hole. Very, very slowly he filled the man, all the way.

Doug whimpered. "Please just wait a little," Doug said, but then just a
minute later, "Go on, I want you to fuck me as you fuck your son!"

Colin had, almost without knowing, been wanking himself, first slowly, then
harder and faster, looking at his daddy fucking just half a metre from
him. It was the first time he'd seen his daddy's cock like this, fucking
another grown-up man. "It's hot," Colin said, "fucking hot!"

"You let me?" Boyd took over the wanking of Colin.

The boy turned around. "I want you to fuck me now," he said. "I want you to
fuck me really hard while my father plays the gentleman with your brother."
Colin was one big grin. Then he stood up on the sofa, with his arse close
to Boyd's face.

"Please open me," he said, using his own hands to give Boyd's tongue
access. Then he bent down and spat on the man's cockhead before he lowered
himself on the pole, and pushed it all the way inside with one single
movement. "Now fuck me from underneath. You don't have to be gentle." Colin
was very clear and started the fuck himself.

"Fuck Doug for real now, Daddy. Doug is no vanilla guy. You can do him all
the way, and bottom him as you do with me. Your cock is a beauty, Dad. You
okay Doug? " Colin made Bill even more horny.

"Yes please sir, give me all you have now," Doug did the right thing. Colin
saw that and smiled. Doug started to press his muscles around Bill's
cockhead as Colin had told him. He knew that his `old man' wouldn't last
long before he spunked off.

"You are not a vanilla guy either," Boyd screamed at Colin and used his
cock from underneath like a hard piece of wood. He slammed his cock hard
into the teenager. Then he continued with long forceful thrusts, before he
started the slamming again. Colin had not felt an erection like that since
Kasim fucked him on horseback in France.

Colin gasped, then shouted, "You are my stallion. My damn good stallion! I
can't get enough of your cock. Makes me crazy!" Colin knew what buttons
that made this horny Highlander give his very best before he started to
spunk inside him.

Colin managed to raise himself off the dripping pole, took care of his own
cock and started to blow his load, all over Doug and Bill. Some even
reached Boyd. The situation was so sensual that Bill with more sound than
normal erupted deep inside Doug. Bill had not been quite sure, but Doug had
been through a series of orgasms underneath him. "You made me come at least
three times," Doug nearly whispered. "Not possible. Not possible," he was
completely exhausted, the sheepskin was all wet from his cum.

***


"A penny for your thoughts, baby?" Boyd whispered to Colin, but everybody
could hear. "You are far away I can see." Colin had been sitting quiet for
a long time, staring into the open fire.

"I guess he is really far away. In Norway, aren't you son? You see my
friends, I have got a competitor. My dear son is in love with a Norwegian
Viking prince." Bill was smiling. Colin was blushing. Bill loved him even
more when he turned red. He was so cute, but Bill was very careful when
makes jokes about the lad when other people were around.

The young man that could often be rather direct speaking did not answer.
He just looked at Boyd, then he asked: "Tell me, Boyd. Is it possible to
love a brother, and still love the man you want to share your life with?"

Boyd put one hand softly on Colin's head and stroked his hair. "It is
indeed, dear. It is." The tough man's eyes were filled with tears when he
met the eyes of his twin brother.

Two minutes later Colin slept on Boyd's lap. "A unique boy, this lad," Boyd
looked at Bill. "Where did you find him?"

"I found him in a bus shelter," Bill smiled, then rose, lifted the boy in
his arms and carried him to bed and put the blanket tight around
him. Nothing more was said.

***


Some time later Bill woke up and looked at his son cuddled in front of
him. Low light from the fireplace produced just some shadows in the
cottage. The sound came from the bed on the other side of the room. "What's
that?" Bill whispered to a still nearly sleeping Colin.

"Oh, it's just Doug getting his night fuck. He can't sleep without it,"
Colin answered and then went back in his own dreamland.

"A good habit, a really good habit." Bill had to pull Colin's hand away
from his own stiffening cock.



To be continued