Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2018 13:21:08 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 86 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 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), his older lover and other men. Comments always welcome and feedback encourages us to write more. All emails to colin4men@gmail.com will be answered. COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES Chapter 86 There was a hectic atmosphere in the old railway station in Bergen. The marvellous stay in Western Norway's capital was about to end for Colin and Bill. Hot and interesting days in Bergen and in the nearby fjords had been the start of their summer holiday. Now Oslo waited, then the mountain plateau of Hardangervidda, and finally lazy days in the French countryside. The ordinary night train to Oslo on the famous Bergen-line was about to leave, and a separate student train was due to leave half an hour later. An international youth festival would open in Oslo the next day, and Olav's group were to present their archaeological project. Colin was very happy to be a part of the group, and he was excited because he would meet Olav's second cousin Gunnar again. "You have to take care of Olav for me." Colin hugged Halvor, the first officer from the old fjord boat, who had come to say goodbye. "You will be his only one when Thor leaves for Africa." Colin, with wet eyes sounded very dramatic. "And you must kiss him goodnight for me every night," he said when he turned to Helge, Olav's new room-mate who was there to see them off as well. "Only kiss him?" Helge responded and blushed. "Fuck the hell out of him!" Colin was back to his normal mood. "Sir, nice to see you!" An Asian guy was standing in front of Bill who was a bit stressed helping the group with tickets and luggage. The boy greeted Bill with a bow. Bill blushed, looked at Colin, and then back at the youngster before he held out a hand to the young man. "Kuzaya, are you still here? I thought..." Bill floundered. "Daddy thought you were in Oslo already!" Colin took command. "It's good to see you again." With an open smile he gave the youngster his hand. "Are you leaving on the student train?" "Yes, I am. My English summer school starts tomorrow. I travel alone so I'm a bit stressed, but I've got a berth in a sleeper." Kuzaya looked at his ticket. "We'll help you," Olav said. "Both Colin and I are travelling on the sleeper too." "Maybe you should introduce us, Daddy?" A smiling Colin looked back at Bill who looked a bit puzzled. Bill had booked a flight to Oslo the following afternoon and besides saying goodbye to Thor he had hoped to make contact with the Taiwanese youngster the same evening. Bill was quickly back in control. He introduced everyone properly and then put an arm around Colin as he addressed Kuzaya. "I recall you saying you would be staying at the youth hostel in Oslo. We can look for you one day, both of us. Olav will be working but Colin and I are just happy tourists." "The additional train for Oslo leaves in five minutes. Please board now." A metallic voice was heard in the old-fashioned station area. Three of the `National Rail Service' old sleepers and three coaches with reclining chairs would take students and tourists across the Norwegian mountains to the Norwegian capital. Colin hated farewells so he made the process with Halvor and Helge very short. "See you again I hope, sir," he whispered to Halvor, "Don't throw away the swing." "You must visit Scotland with Olav soon!" Colin kissed Helge's cheek. Then he gave his Dad a tight hug. "See you tomorrow, Dad. I'm sorry that your toyboy is leaving this evening but the professor will take care of you, you know. I can picture the pair of you out on the town looking for fresh meat!" He grinned and gave his dad a light kiss. Then he ran off to find his berth. Both Olav and Colin were excited when they entered the old NSB sleeper. They knew they had beds in different compartments, but they hoped to do some changes. Thor had told the lads about these compartments with three berths, where you could be mixed with other passengers who also had bought just one single bed; three berths above each other, a small washstand with cold water, and toilet out in the corridor. As a student who in earlier days used this line regularly between Oslo and Bergen, Thor said there had been `stories' about happenings on the train, but he had not been more specific. After finding his berth, a middle berth, Colin searched for the conductor. "I'm alone in my compartment, sir. Is it okay if my friend moves in from the compartment down the corridor?" Colin put on his best smile while the formal but very nice man checked his papers. "You have the compartment alone from Bergen," the man said. "But the other beds are taken later, one from Voss and one from Finse." Colin knew the names from the boat trip some days ago. Finse was the highest located station on the Bergen Line - 1.222,2 meters above sea level. "Well...sirÉ" Colin was uncertain how to put it. "Is it okay if my friend visits me until we arrive in Voss?" The conductor grinned. "Okay with me son, but you can only use one bed, so...." Again the very grown up conductor smiled a broad smile and winked, and for once Colin blushed like a busted kid. "We'll arrive in Voss in about one hour from now," he said as he checked his watch. Olav and Colin hugged and kissed with great passion. There were clothes all around the compartment. The train had left Bergen and the conductor had checked the tickets. Even though it had been a warm summer evening in Bergen, it was rather cold in the shaky sleeper that had started on the uphill climb. "I have to piss," Olav said. "You're like a kid, stupid," Colin teased. "It would be fun to see you run naked down the corridor." "I'll piss in the wash basin! Clean up afterwards." "Crazy man!" Colin commented, but minutes later the two `piss-brothers' did what they could to make a yellow frothy mixture in the basin. "Keep some for me," Colin said when he finished first. Olav managed to stop the stream and put his cock into Colin's mouth. The boy trembled when he let go again and gave his Scottish friend the last drops. "It's perfect for 69," Olav whispered as they climbed into the berth. Soon the two youngsters were licking and sucking, cocks and balls, love-holes and buttocks, bellies and navels. The narrow berth was different from anything the boys had tried before. "Be careful Bro or I will spunk in your bed. The shaking of this train makes me horny as hell!" "I want you to fuck me, darling," Colin whispered. "But I'm a bad fucker. You need a Kenny to fill you. My dick would just tease you." Olav sighed. "You are bigger than me, love." Collin deep-kissed his friend. The two tongues met in a horny fight. Olav could hardly breathe. "One centimetre longer, not much to write stories about," Olav said but he knew Colin would win. He had already hugged the cushion, lifted his hips and spread his legs as much as the narrow berth allowed. Olav was rimming the nicest love entrance in the world, and soon the phantom licker had his tongue inside like a prick. "Enough," Colin screamed, "or I'll cum all over. You are licking like a dog." Colin teased. "Have you tried that?" Olav asked, a bit shocked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Colin wiggled his butt. "Now Bro, enter me. Do it like last night. All the way in, and stay there still and very hard. You just reach my love-button, 11 centimetres, ehÉ" Colin looked aside and smiled. "Then I kill you with my arse muscles and you do the helicopter. Let's see who comes first in this shaking catacomb." Less than five minutes later the thin duvet fell down on the floor. The two naked lovers were looking me a piece of art. Olav could hardly move, and Colin fucked him with his butt. "I am ready, Bro. I can't wait." Olav sent his spunk deep into Colin. Small-dicked okay, but hard-balled and shooting like a monster. "Yeah, yeah. I love it, love it," cried Colin. Olav used his short nails to squeeze his friend's swollen tits. He had just before tugged the youngster's dark curls and made some deep red marks on his neck with his teeth. Colin had never felt Olav like this, not since their meeting in Shetland when they made love for the first time. Olav withdrew his cock, hit his head on the bunk above him, swore and dived into the open cunt. Olav licked his own spunk leaving the still tight rosebud, before Colin moved away and turned around. "I'm cumming, buddy. I'm cumming!" He lifted his hips and fired his juice into Olav's already dripping mouth. Olav tried to swallow, but had a full mouth when he found Colin's lips. The play with the spunk ended in a long-lasting warm kiss. "Voss in ten minutes!" The conductor opened the door and quickly closed it again without looking inside. Olav quickly dressed, bid farewell to Colin and quietly hurried off to his own compartment. It was much noisier the next time the door to the compartment opened. A tall young man, a redhead perhaps twenty years old, in military uniform, with a backpack and bag, entered the compartment. Ivar was his name, according to a badge on his tunic. Colin knew it was polite to face the wall in a situation like this, but instead he tried to act as if he was sleeping. From his position he had a very nice view when the soldier started to undress. What Colin did not see was that the soldier watched him using the old-fashioned mirror above the basin. The soldier stripped down to baggy green military boxers. His lightly-haired upper body was freckled, but well formed. Colin closed his eyes when the youngster in front of him pulled out his dick and started to piss just like the boys had done earlier. It was too dark to see very much but Colin saw two very round buttocks inside the stretched boxer shorts. Finished with his business the soldier found the small ladder and climbed to his upper berth. The tool inside his underwear was a real man's cock. Colin swallowed. Moments later Colin heard familiar sounds. The young soldier was jerking off without any shyness at all. "Why not?" Colin thought as he found his own dripping erection. It wasn't more than twenty minutes since he came into Olav's mouth so his wank wasn't as hard as the one above him. The soldier had built up for a long time and came with the beauty of a real male orgasm. "Strange show!" Colin thought. "The lad is jerking and cumming just above me, but we can't see or feel each other." Now Colin turned to the wall. Down from the bunk above dripped long threads of thick juice; very visible on the dirty-white wall. Every man and every boy knew this liquor, clear but with threads of soft white cheese. Colin used a finger, sniffed and then licked. He was suddenly as horny as ever and furiously jerked his small cock to a climax. The soldier above him was snoring, no acting in that sound. Colin must have slept for a while. Suddenly he was awoken by a loud noise. The metal wheels were squealing as the train pulled into a stop. He opened the dark curtain to look outside and saw the name "Finse 1222". They were at the highest point on this journey. "This is where the one bed gets taken," he said to himself. The soldier above him snored like an old steam locomotive. A heavy dressed man entered the compartment, not as tall as the soldier, and very much older. Colin guessed that the unshaved man was about fifty. He carried some heavy stuff, fishing gear, or maybe a packed-up hunting rifle. The cabin was crowded now, with three men, clothes and equipment. "The odour in the room was strong, very manly, and very sexy," Colin told Bill later on. The new traveller looked around, squinted as if he wanted to check the situation in the room. In the warm compartment Colin had partly pulled the duvet aside. One leg, one hip and some of his upper body was visible. "The man has smiling eyes," Colin thought. "I wonder if he likes to see that I sleep naked just centimetres from him." A hunting jacket and some dirty jeans, a double t-shirt and long-johns were placed in a stack in front on the beds. The man washed himself all over with NSB's not very nice soap and dried himself with the thin linen towel. "The towels could have been a leftover from the last war," was another remark from Colin to Bill the next day. Colin expected the man to find his berth underneath him, but instead he turned around, put his arms on the upper bed and placed his stiff man-cock in front of Colin's body. The cock was dark and veined, probably about 8 inches (20 cm) long with a naked mushroom cockhead. "Suck me, kid. You want that. I can see the look in your eyes and your sexy pose is a well-known gimmick in these sleeping cars. English eh?" the man whispered. "Scottish!" Colin answered. He reached out to grab the man's tool and placed it inside his lips. The taste of soap was strange, but the man pushed his hips forward and tried to throat-fuck him. Colin's body was trapped in the tight bunk so it wasn't easy to pull away. The man pulled the duvet off the youngster and found his balls and cock with a hunter's rough hand. He squeezed the tiny cock, he played hard with Colin's his balls, and he saw that the youngster used his free hand to squeeze his own erect nipples. Colin had tears, not of pain, but because of the sudden unexpected treatment. The hunter or fisherman withdrew his cock and left Colin dripping saliva from his chin. "I thought you had to be at least sixteen to travel alone," the man said as he dragged Colin down onto the floor and placed him with his front to the ladder. Colin was uncertain what to do. He was horny as hell and wanted more play, but after the business with the African customs officials, he had to be more careful. He could scream but he didn't want this to stop. "My dad is sitting not far away," Colin whispered. At the same time the man's huge feet spread his legs. "Please don't fuck me, sir. I'm still a virgin," Colin whispered. The man kissed, or bit, his neck. "And your huge weapon is too big, I'm sure. Let me suck you off, sir. Dad tells me I'm good!" Colin played a dangerous game. "Let me check that cunt. Why did you invite me if you didn't want to be fucked?" The man bent down and Colin felt the stubble and his tongue. "Because I love sexy stallions like you, sir." For once Colin tried not to open up, but the man rimmed him close to another climax. The youngster's moans were topped only by the snoring from the soldier above. "Be careful or I will cum in your bed, sir. Please stop, sir." Colin was sailing into a new orgasm on the Bergen line. "Okay, kid. You're too tight, but let me use your crack. Give me your butt!" With one hand the man placed his mushroom cockhead outside Colin's rosebud, and then he started the massage up and down the arsecrack. "I managed not to open up, Dad," Colin told Bill the next day. "I didn't let the man fuck me." The man worked his cock up and down and Colin felt as if he was being fucked even though the man did not penetrate him. It was a new crazy feeling. With one hand the man found Colin's right nipple and with his teeth he bit Colin's earlobe. The man was the first to cum. He filled the boy's arse-crack with thick man cream. He used his hand and filled it with his own spunk, turned Colin around and fed him. With his mouth filled, trying to swallow, Colin spunked too, not able to warn the man. Colin's clear and dripping seed sprayed the man's hairy body. The man just grinned and hugged Colin tight. "Just wait until I meet you next time." He said. "You don't fool me, little slut. I know your kind. Go to sleep now. I'll leave you in Drammen. Need a nap myself!" "Are you coming down, or am I coming up?" Colin used his feet to kick the mattress above him. "I thought you'd never should stop snoring." At first there was no answer. "Come on, soldier. We still have half an hour to Oslo. You need a morning wank, don't you?" Colin went on. The young huge soldier was the real athlete when he climbed from the upper bed down to Colin's middle one. Colin was already working his tiny hard-on, but Ivar displayed a real hard schlong. In a hurry he turned around on his back and placed Colin in a riding position on top of him. "You want me to cum inside or outside? Virgin, eh?" He grinned. "No time for a fuck, but I need your juice." Colin had found the soldier's cock. "White or yellow, it doesn't matter." Colin added. "Seriously?" The soldier grinned again. "No time now, just suck me off, eh? Please visit me at the soldiers' quarters at the castle tomorrow. I'll be there for two or three days before they send me up north!" Ivar tried to talk with Colin's cock and balls in his mouth while jerking his young seed into the mouth of the slurping Scottish student. "Oslo S in ten minutes." Again the conductor just opened the door and shouted. Colin dried his balls for the last time on this rail journey but not the last for the day. The young soldier licked his mouth and gave his young fellow traveller a light kiss. *** Olav, Colin and all the Bergen students crossed the station hall and took the subway to the University campus. A very tired group of youngsters had the morning off, to settle into their sleeping quarters for the days in Oslo. Half an hour after they got their shared room, the two `brothers' spooned in dreamland after a heavy night on the famous Bergen line. "Do you know there's a cruising area up here, not far from where we are staying?" Colin asked. He was lying on the lawn outside the student home, with an arm around Olav. "Yes, I've heard that. Uncle Thor told me. There was a fuss in the news some years ago because an organisation had put up automatic condom dispensers in the forest." Olav grinned. "Sort of invitation for fun, don't you think?" "A good idea for poor students, I think." Colin sat up. "Your uncle told you about the naturist lake up there too?" Colin was playing with Olav's upper body. "I thought all the lakes in Norway are used for skinny-dipping." "Yeah, they are. Nobody cares if you swim naked in a lake as long as you don't provoke anybody." Olav tried to answer his teasing friend seriously, but Colin was already had his hand inside Olav's shorts. He was clearly ready some fun. "How do you provoke anyone by being naked at a lake?" Colin went on. "Well, if you walked up to a bunch of old ladies with a dripping hard-on they could report you, you know." Olav grinned. "Or they could spread their legs and invite you to join the party." Colin squeezed Olav's balls. The boy was dripping wet. "Let's find the place, Bro. We have three hours until Daddy arrives and I'd like a nude swim. Come on!" Colin stood up and pulled his `piss-brother' to his feet. Both of them needed to make some adjustments in their tight shorts, but soon they jogged along the walkway into the spruce wood; a quite crowded walkway this lovely warm afternoon. The small lake often used by naked sun-lovers was easy to find, not far from the walkway. The boys looked around. There weren't many people and there was no nudity. Colin pointed and said, "Let's follow that path!" His gaydar worked again. They passed some couples sun-tanning without clothes. They passed youngsters and some older ones, mostly men, before they reached a sort of small beach at the end of the lake. "Here it is! I'm sure," Colin whispered and slapped Olav's bum. Mostly single men but also some male couples were sun-tanning, and watching; watching everything that happened on the rather small spot. All the eyes turned to look at the two arriving boys. "Let's take a swim," Colin suggested. "But we have no towels, nothing." Olav hesitated. "It's hot, we'll dry in the sunshine." Colin had already got rid of his trainers and socks and pulled off his singlet. The only piece of clothing left was the thin sports-shorts he wore without underwear. Olav looked around, then he changed his attitude. He was naked before Colin managed to untie the ribbon on his shorts. With a howl he jumped into the lake. Colin smiled and turned his front to a group of onlookers. He knew exactly what he was doing when he stripped slowly, pretending to struggle to get his shorts down. When the waistband passed his bulge, the stiff kid-like cock was visible for everybody that wanted to follow the newcomer. Colin made a small correction without being too provocative and showed off a glistening wet naked cockhead. He turned around, spread his legs a bit, bent down to arrange the clothes on the ground, and showed off his bum and his hard balls before he jumped into the lake. Olav had already reached some small rocks on the other side and was sitting in the sun like a Nordic prince. Swimming, playing and some sun-tanning on the rocks gave them the opportunity to see what was going on at the small beach and in the forest behind. Men were coming and going, some with a towel, some with shorts on, and some fully naked. Colin and Olav were not the only ones showing clear erections. "Let's rest on the beach," Colin said. "I have to piss." Olav swam beside him. "Piss in the water!" Colin grinned. "Nobody cares." "Well, I do. Let's take a trip into the forest." Olav was the first on dry land. Unlike Colin he was only half-hard. Just dressed in trainers, they hurried through the group of men, all ages, into the sparse and well-used forest behind the clearly gay `beach'. Suddenly more men had errands in the forest. Just into the sheltered area the two young bodies melted together in a tight hug and a kiss as wet as their bodies. "You are my prince," Colin whispered. A group of three young sportsmen passed them jogging. They just whistled and went on as if a naked couple was a daily sight. Colin turned his head to the last youngster and grinned. He gave him a thumbs up. "We'd better find a more private spot," Colin whispered. "I want to make love to you, here and now. My cock is hurting. The whole scene smells of summer and testosterone." He found Olav's hand and together they ran along the path. From a distance they saw single men and couples. Close to the path a youngster was sucking a well-dressed older fellow. "Up there!" Colin pointed out a tiny hill surrounded by small birch trees. The dry and marked ground showed that this was a place for action. "Piss now, Olav, but keep some drops for me. I'm thirsty!" Colin took hold of Olav's dick and wanked him slowly. Pissing with a hard-on was not easy but soon a yellow stream was watering the green trees around. Colin stopped the stream with his fingers. Olav whined but turned to Colin, now kneeling in front of him, and pissed in his open mouth. Colin managed to swallow and even lick his lips before he stood up and kissed his `piss-brother' again. With half-closed eyes he saw three men, barefoot and just in shorts, behind the sparse shelter. He didn't mind. "Give me yours now, Bro," said Olav. "I'll take it all. Come on!" Olav had his back to the men and hadn't noticed them. "I pissed in the water." Colin grinned. "You dirty pig!" Olav commented. "You still have some, I'm sure." Colin put his tiny cock inside, but instead of pissing he started to mouth-fuck his friend. "You have to take the white cream first, Bro. I'm too hard to piss," Colin saw that two of the men had pulled down their shorts and were wanking their grown-up cocks. The third, a bit younger than the others was kneeling, probably hoping to suck one of them. Colin took hold of Olav's head and turned a bit to the side. He wanted the men to see the action in front of them clearly. He tried to find one of the men's eyes and managed. He got a smile back from a grey-haired, very aroused man. Olav, once called the world's best sucker by Colin's dad, did not hesitate, but tried to take a more active role. But Colin wanted things differently just now. He forced his cock inside, aiming to get his 4 inches (10 cm) as deep as possible. Olav had tears and Colin let his head free. "Now show me your skills, Viking." Colin did not whisper now. He looked at the wanking man. The one beside the wanker had his cock inside the mouth of the third one. Olav licked and sucked, and Colin moaned louder than he usually did. With one hand he found his own arse and put a wet finger inside. With the other hand he worked his nipples with fingers and nails. He lost contact with the sheltered man now. He nearly lost contact with the time and place. He was closer to a full body orgasm than he had been for a long time. Here in the sunshine, in front of a group of foreign men, and with Olav's beautiful Viking-face in front of him, he withdrew and shouted, "I'm cumming. Damn, I'm cumming!" The first shot landed inside Olav's mouth, the next shot landed under his left eye, the later ones covering the blond face he loved so much. His young seed dripped down onto his young lover's body. Colin's legs couldn't bear him and he sank to his knees too. Olav had his eyes closed because of dripping spunk. Very carefully, Colin started to feed Olav with his boy-cream, and then cleaned him with his own tongue and lips before they shared the load in a long, deep kiss. The wanking man let his silent eruption hit the ground behind Olav, but the second man was not silent. He sounded like a hurt animal when the youngest took his load. "What was that?" The still nearly blind Olav cried out. "Forget it! You want my piss now, Bro?" Olav just nodded and opened his mouth again. With closed eyes and a less hard boner Colin produced his yellow stream and Olav took it all. When Colin finished the men behind them were gone. "Now bend over and spread your legs. Be a dog!" Colin commanded and knelt behind Olav's clean crack and used his tongue to find the pink rosebud. With a tongue like a small prick he licked his young lover and managed to get the boy to open up for him. After a while he replaced the tongue with fingers. Olav was trembling. "They can see us, Colin. The guys have returned and have stopped to watch!" "I know, baby. I know, they love it. They have watched us all this time." Colin found Olav's hard cock. "No, stupid. They just came back," Olav looked down the path where the three young athletes had stopped. The smiling joggers tried to hide their own erections inside the thin jogging shorts but did not manage. "Forget them, baby. Just cum. You are so close, so close!" Colin cupped the eruption from his lover. This time Olav was close to collapsing. He whined and sent his special cum into Colin's waiting hands. The clear spunk with white drops was Colin's favourite liquid. It tasted of young man, fresh man, loving man. "Damn hot. We have to find the chicks now," Colin heard from one of the joggers. They left the spot and moved deeper into the darker forest. *** Colin had waited for his Dad all day. There was a flight delay from Bergen, and then an unplanned business meeting here in Oslo. "Good to see you at last. Your meeting go okay, Daddy? I could have met you in the hotel, you know. I've missed you a lot." Colin hugged his dad tight in the middle of Karl Johan street, Oslo's famous parade street. "Missed you too darling, and I'm starving now. No real food since breakfast. You found a table for us?" Bill let his lips touch Colin's cheeks and his hand followed his spine inside the light t-shirt. The pizza was there in a hurry, and some beer too. Colin flirted with the young waiter. There was summer and sunshine, and lots of people in the pavement-restaurant. The pair, dad and son, had not been alone for a long time. Now they relaxed and looked forward to sharing some days in Norway before their holiday in France. But Colin was curious. His Dad had not told him about the business meeting until he phoned him earlier that day. "A secret meeting dad? You a spy or something?" Colin grinned. "I met an editor for a Scandinavian erotic magazine. They will buy some of my novels." Bill looked slightly embarrassed. Colin whistled soundlessly and grinned even more. "They will sell your porn abroad. Cool, Dad. Cool!" Colin whispered and looked around. No one seemed to paying them any attention. "Picture stories, I hope. Job for me then!" "Not porn Colin - erotic!" Bill corrected. "Wow. What's the difference, Dad? When you write novels about my fuck-life it's erotic, not pure porn, eh?" Colin was really in a teasing mood now. "So if you call my prick my `pride' or something stupid, it's erotic, but if you call it cock it's porn?" Bill did not answer. "Or when you say we make love daddy, it's erotic, but if you straight forward tell the readers about a hard fuck, then it's porn, right?" "But it's good money, son," Bill said with a smile. "How has your day been? Been out with Olav, eh?" Bill wanted to end the philosophic discussion with his linguistic student-son. "We have had a very erotic afternoon, Dad. We made love in front of a bunch of men who played with themselves. Could be the basis of another erotic novel." Colin gave his dad upper leg massage underneath the table with his naked foot. Bill answered by opening up his legs. "Seriously, Colin. What are you telling me?" Bill was both curious and anxious. "The truth, Dad. There's a cruising area with a lot of horny men of all ages, not far from where we live. Thor had told Olav about it." Colin's foot reached his dad's bulge. "Talk about putting a fox in the middle of a chicken hut!" Bill waived for the waiter. "I need another beer, but I need to pee first. You order for me, son." Bill went into the restaurant. Colin found his phone and snapped a photo of the cute young waiter. "Must be more than a piss," Colin said to himself after several minutes of waiting impatiently. In the end Bill turned up with a man in black biking gear. "Meet my son, Colin," Bill said to the tall man in black leather. "And Colin, say hello to Odin. I met him on the plane. He's here looking for a new machine." Bill used his hand and pointed at the more than twenty huge shining motorcycles standing outside the pavement like a sort of testosterone parade. "I'll be back soon, son. Please keep our seats, will you." Bill followed the man and was presented with a huge old black model with a lot of shining chromium. "So Dad, he showed you his tool. Nice eh?" Colin asked when Bill was back. "Would you like to try it? "Too big for me," Bill answered. He grinned and blushed over the double meaning. "You have played with toys like that before? I never knew that." Colin had his foot back between Bill's legs. "My brother had a light motorbike, but there was an accident." Bill swallowed. He cheered up when he saw Colin wave at someone approaching. A beautiful young man dressed in white shorts and t-shirt, and with fluffy fair hair blowing in the breeze, waved back. Olav had finished his afternoon lesson. "Top floor, room AB3. Be there no later than nine. I will have the private sauna ready. Be careful with all the chicks around!" Bill left for his hotel. The boys were going to visit Akershus Fortress and the new Opera building. *** "Wow!" The boys shouted when they entered Bill's room. "What a view!" Through the floor-to-ceiling window they had a fantastic view of the city centre with Holmenkollen ski-jump and the TV-towers in the background. A relaxed Bill was sitting in a partly open bathrobe holding a glass of wine. "Good to be tourists?" Bill smiled. "You two seem to have a good time!" "Great Dad, great, but what a hotel-room. Have you won some sort of lottery or is there somebody you want to impress?" Colin was already undressing. Just wearing a tiny JustColin thong, he jumped onto the enormous double bed. Olav was looking from Bill to Colin and did not know what to do. He had still great respect for Colin's dad even if he had been in bed with him more than once. "Some benefits follow an international writer, son!" Bill raised his glass and grinned. "But Colin, and no protests at all this time, get dressed again! Put on a jacket too. Take the lift down to floor minus two, and go to room 111." "But me and Olav, we thoughtÉ we hopedÉ" Colin dressed as he protested. "Just do as I say love, and do what you are told, okay! See you later." Bill smiled. A confused Colin left Olav with his dad. A bit puzzled, Olav was still standing in the middle of the room. "Please Olav dear, make yourself comfortable. Take off your jacket and your shoes. Find something to drink in the mini-bar over there, and then come here. I want you on my lap." Bill opened his arms. The Bergen student was not familiar with a chat on a man's lap, but when Bill put an arm around him and touched his hair and his chin, he relaxed completely. "I sent your brother on a small expedition, Olav. An expedition he will love. He'll be back soon. However I wanted to see you alone." Bill was very close to Olav's neck and the lad met Colin's daddy with closeness, not trying to pull away. "Your uncle told me yesterday that you have decided to stay in Bergen another year. I had hoped you would stay with Colin and me next year or part of the year." Bill combed Olav's hair with his fingers. "Colin and I have talked about it. We want to be brothers and boy-friends, but go on like we do now. But I hope you will make love to me when we meet, even if I don't live with you in Scotland," Olav whispered now. He had never been that explicit before talking to Bill. "You made me a real man, you know." "Yes, I remember well that IÉfilled you for the first time. You begged me, you made me crazy and reminded me of Colin's first time." Bill kissed the youngster's neck. Olav turned his head and their lips met, first just searching, then harder and wilder. "I saw your naked body during the Viking game the other day, but I was never allowed to really explore your body. Will you allow me to undress you now?" Bill had problems speaking clearly. Olav felt that Bill's bulge had started to grow underneath his bum. Olav himself had been leaking since he sat down on Bill's lap. "Please go on, sir." Olav now stood in front of Bill. He was tenting his sports shorts, but did nothing to hide his excitement. "Call me `Dad,' Olav. You are my son's brother, aren't you?" Again Bill combed Olav's fair hair with his fingers. "Yes Dad, when you tell me." Olav helped Bill to free him from his t-shirt. The nineteen year old Bergen guy was very much like Colin. He didn't have the swimmer's long and tight muscles, but there was a young athlete standing in front of Bill. Bill let his hands search Olav's whole body and ended with the nipples. Olav giggled. "Do it harder. I'm ticklish." Olav trembled. "But Colin bites me now and I'm doing better, he said." Olav showed some tears when Bill squeezed him lightly. "I'm very happy you are different," Bill commented and then licked the young body. He found Olav's waistband and very slowly pulled down his shorts. The young boner pointed forward, upwards and left, wet and gleaming. "No underwear tonight," Bill grinned. "I left it behind at the fortress." Olav blushed. Bill used his hands to cup two round buttocks. They were not as rounded as Colin's but not far from it. Bill pulled Olav against his open mouth. The naked glans touched the grown-up man's lips, and like a soft penetration, he was sucked into the warm and wet mouth. Olav gasped when Bill used one hand to tug his small balls. "I have to be careful now," Bill thought. He knew that Olav could spunk off very easily when his cock was played with. Bill squeezed the youngster's buttocks and opened the arsecrack for inspection. "Please lie down on my lap, kid. Let me see if you are as tight as I remember." Bill swallowed. The young student lay down over Bill's knees. His leaking cock was close to the opening in Bill's robe. He lifted his hips and spread his legs to give Bill access. Bill spat in the crack and used his fingers to play with the pink rosebud. Like Colin, Olav's arse was hairless even though he had a nice amount of fair pubic hair. Bill opened the boy-cunt with two fingers and spat again. Olav moaned. "Beautiful," Bill whispered. "Beautiful. Give me your cunt, Olav." He turned the boy around, put his legs over his shoulders and let the boy rest with his hands on the floor. Olav's tiny cock, one centimetre longer than Colin's according their own measurements, his hard balls and his cunt was in front of Bill's mouth, and in the next few minutes he licked, sucked and spat. The boy's arse was finally penetrated by Bill's rough tongue. Again the naked boy sat in Bill's lap. Bill had removed his robe and the light hairy body with a thick 9.5 inch (24 cm) cock was a huge contrast to the youngster's. "You want to fuck me tonight, Dad?" Olav whispered. "Yes, yes, but I think I will do another inspection first." Bill looked at him. "You said you wanted to be filled by me. I will fill you okay, but I owe you a hands-free orgasm, son. Let me milk you now, and then we canÉ fuck... all the way when Colin is back. Climb into the bed now and be a good boy!" The youngster did as he was told. He found a pillow to cuddle, he lifted his butt and he spread his legs. "Even tighter than Colin," Bill thought. He smiled when he saw the white butt in front of him and then all of Oslo outside through the window. He used one hand to caress the young balls and then freed the stiff cock from the tight foreskin. Bill reached for the tube of lube on the side-table and greased his fingers. He started carefully with his long middle finger. Olav took it easily with a soft moan of pleasure. If Olav was like Colin, and the two were about the same size, Bill should find the lad's prostate before his finger was all inside. He added the forefinger. Olav whined when the second finger broke through his sphincter then he went back to sound more like a happy cat. Bill smiled when he saw a string of slimy liquid drip from Olav's cock. He caught it and licked it with pleasure. "Now baby, just think of your own joy. Nothing else. Try to feel the pressure building up in your balls, try to believe that your cock is growing." Bill talked slowly while he was rotating his fingertips. He had tried to find Olav's love-spot before without luck, now he felt it - the strange texture between hard and soft. He pressed it harder. Olav lifted his hips even more and moaned, louder now. Bill placed a clear crystal ashtray on the bed underneath the boy. Then he pushed Olav's shoulders lower and found his nipples for some soft play. The boy's whole body shivered now and he cried, not a cry of pain but a cry from a person not really present. Then he shouted, "More, more, more!" Bill continued the light pressure when Olav started to erupt. First he shot, then he pumped and at last he dripped. Bill had succeeded in giving his `second son' a hands-free body orgasm. He knelt down and cleaned the boy's wet cock with his mouth. Then he helped him to turn around and lay on his back. He dipped the fingers in the boy's milk and wet both Olav's and his own lips with the nectar before they shared the rest. "You happy, Olav?" Bill looked at the boy who was sweating and warm, and still fully erect. "I'm very happy. I'm ready to give you pleasure now, Dad. Please give me your cock." With two hands he took care of Bill's cock and asked for the lube. Bill was excited as a youngster when Olav greased the huge cock and prepared him for a real fuck. *** Earlier a slightly frustrated Colin had found the lift and pressed the -2 button. "I can understand Dad would like some time on his own with Olav," he thought. "But why send me down to the basement?" He looked for the sign. 111 was a huge door at the end of the upper garage. "Hey, young man. I have been waiting for you. Please come in." The voice came from the back of the well-lit room filled with motor-bikes. The man from Karl Johan Street grinned. Colin recognised Odin, the man his dad had met on the plane, the man with the huge motor-bike. He came up to Colin, gave him his hand, then hugged him in the way Colin knew from his rugby friends. The lad nearly drowned in the arms of this man close to 6ft 6in (2 metres) tall. "Good to see you again, but I don't know why Dad sent me down here," Colin said as he looked around. "We thought you would like a small trip with my monster." Odin grinned. Colin still didn't understand when the man gave him a motorcycle helmet. "It's warm outside and the ride will be quite short, so you don't need the full gear. However a helmet is mandatory. I think my son's helmet will suit you. Put on these long trousers too. Then hurry up!" The doors opened automatically and a long bridge ended at the street level. Colin had to hold the man's body to stay comfortable. When the motorcycle accelerated he whined and put his head closer to the man in front. From street level they went down in the tunnel underneath The Opera. The sound from the motorcycle and the vibration sent streams through Colin. This was his first trip on a bike like this. The combination of adrenaline and heavy excitement made him hard. He had heard the expression that a bike like this was an extension of a man's cock. Even from the back of the bike he could understand that. Odin turned out of the tunnel again. Soon they crossed the main street, then Colin seemed to recognise a market place before they slowed down into the narrow streets. They stopped at the rear of an old building. "You comfortable, Colin?" Odin removed his helmet and helped Colin to do the same. "Cool. A killer!" Colin found no intelligent words. "I was close to pissing in my pants." "So that is why you have that very obvious woody?" Odin squeezed Colin's bulge. The boy would have loved the dark-dressed man to continue. "Your dad wanted us to do some shopping," Odin locked the motorcycle and punched a code into a panel on a side door. "Shopping? Everywhere will be closed at this time." Colin looked around. The street was empty. "Special arrangement for special customers," Odin said as he went in front. They entered a sex store. Colin whistled. The store was filled with all you could think of on the sex arena. "We go downstairs," Odin said. "I don't think all this queen-stash is for you." Another small room lay ahead, and the colour here was black. Colin whistled again. A thin grey-haired man in black leather gave Colin his hand. "Meet Alex," Odin said. "What this man don't know about BDSM stuff is not worth knowing." The blue-eyed man looked Colin over but did not comment. "Nice to meet you, sir. Quite a collection here." Colin swallowed. "So you are the young man into pain?" Alex looked serious. "Odin here has told me a bit about you." "Well, what he has heard is probably from my dad," Colin responded. "And it's not like that. I'm not into pain, as you called it sir, but I can take pain and turn it into pleasure for me and for my lover. That's true. And I love it hard when I'm well prepared." Alex just nodded. "Wise words, youngster. A lot of the so-called mastersÉ" He looked at Odin. "Éshould remember that. It's all about pleasure!" "But you want to test some new stuff, I've heard." Alex looked at Odin. "Yes, his dad wanted the kid to get some new items for summer," Odin replied. Colin didn't know what to say. "I understand you are into tit-play, son. Maybe we start there. Please undress." Alex was very direct, and Colin did not hesitate. He stripped off his jacket and t-shirt and in the colder room he presented very erect nipples. Alex touched them with mature, well-manicured fingers, gentle, but hard and direct. Colin moaned and when Alex squeezed with his nails he whined almost silently. Alex lifted a box from the table. "You prefer a sudden pain son, or the more lasting feeling." "No preference," Colin said, but looked with interest when Alex opened the box. "These have metal springs which lock the teeth in a single action. You can change the teeth, but I understand the order is `No broken skin'?" The old man looked at Colin. "Yes, that's right. No permanent piercing and no broken skin, sir. I do some modelling, you see," Colin answered. "Okay, we just use the short teeth then." He tugged the nipple, placed the nipple-ring over it and pressed the spring. The pain was sudden and intense. Colin's eyes were filled with tears from the sudden pain, but no sound came from his lips. Alex repeated his action on the other nipple. When Alex tugged the fine chain between the two nipple-rings, Colin moaned. "They suit you well, I think," Alex said. "When you are really aroused, you can tighten the springs even more and try sharper teeth. We will now find something for you jewels? Undress completely, if you please." Colin was still uncertain about all this but he was super-excited and the men looked okay, so he took off his long trousers and his shorts. His little white thong was wet in the front. Colin stripped it off without hesitation and let his stiff cock free for the man's inspection. And Alex inspected it closely - the wet glans, the foreskin and his balls. "You have used both clamps and parachute weights before, I guess, and you don't need any cockring to stay hard, I see that." The man spoke to himself. Colin dripped on the stone floor. "But I have something here; looks like you have heavy piercing when it's on, but leaves no marks. Please step closer. It's good for shows." The item had a two inch (five cm) long steel rod that was put into Colin's piss-slit. It ended in a steel ring that fitted behind Colin's glans. "You can choose yourself how much to tighten it." Alex turned a screw and made Colin's glans stay hard and red. "Obviously it's not for long time use," he said. "You can even link the chain from the nipple-rings to your cock like this." Alex took a fine chain, clipped it onto the nipple chain and then hooked it to a small eye on the glans-ring. "If I tug the chain now, or even better, if somebody uses a cockwhip on you, you get an excellent double or triple stimulation. Find one over there, Odin! Test it!" "But what if I cum?" Colin asked. He was already close to an orgasm down in this basement shop. "Excellent feeling," the old man said. "I used a very thin sounding rod so your cum will pass, but slowly. Gives you a really long ejaculation. I guess you are a shooter, so we can loosen it if you feel like spunking off. You are really horny now, boy, aren't you?" Alex smiled and squeezed Colin's balls. Odin used the cockwhip on Colin's tits and on his cock and balls. The boy closed his eyes and did what he could to stay calm. "But we should take a look at your rear too, son. Please turn around," Alex commanded, and made Colin bend over and spread his legs. Alex inspected with two hands, then he just licked his index finger, spat in Colin's arsecrack and, without hesitation, pushed the finger deep inside. Colin gasped. With great knowledge Alex found Colin's love-button and pushed lightly, then he withdrew. "You should try this new stimulator." Alex showed Colin a strange orange plug. "It's very thin so there's no problem putting in in. When wet it's like a small octopus and it will give great stimulation when you move. You want to try it?" Without waiting for an answer Alex pushed the thin plug into Colin's love-hole and twisted it. The feeling was unlike Colin had ever felt before. He stood up. He couldn't take any more. "I'll going to cum very soon. Damn, I'm cumming." Colin shivered. Alex's work with the rod and glans-ring delayed the spunking a bit, but when the man tugged the chain and dragged off the nipple-rings, Colin could not stand back. "I'm cumming now!" he cried. Hands-free, he erupted all over the glass-wall next to the man in front of him. The total stimulation had been great. Colin had problems standing, and couldn't breathe until his fifth or sixth eruption. "Your first today, son?" Odin asked. Colin just grinned at the man. He couldn't tell him that Olav had sucked him off on the fortress walls just a couple of hours earlier. "I'll clean up the items. You may collect them tomorrow!" Alex looked at Odin. "Keep the stimulator inside, son. Can be a good experience on the bike." He gave his hand to Colin who dressed in a hurry. "Maybe I'll see you later. Oslo is a small city." He winked. *** "You couldn't wait for me, could you, you horny devils?" Colin hurried into the hotel room and stripped his clothes while going from the door to the bed. His boyfriend was about to grease up his dad's huge cock. "Come over here, boys. We want to show Oslo a real fuck, eh?" Bill put the two side by side over the high polished desk in front of the huge window. Beside the marvellous view they could, like in a mirror, watch the extremely excited daddy-figure in the background. He completed the greasing of his love-tool. "What on earth is this?" Bill pushed and then pulled the orange item out of Colin's arsehole. He grinned when he looked at the wobbly rubber octopus. "So the tough guys of Oslo gave my baby a soother for comfort. Cool eh?" He grinned. "Maybe they sent a nappy too." Bill gave Colin some spanks with his flat hand. Colin dripped. He was so excited as it wasn't often he saw his daddy like this. "I guess we continue our play, Olav. I think your brother needs to cool down after the octopus. Show him how we do this now." He placed his huge cock close to the already well-opened hole. He waited some seconds, and pressed the tip of the huge glans tighter. Olav gasped. "Now open, love. Remember. Relax and open!" The big cock went inside without problems. The sphincter was like a tight ribbon but the opening work in the hour before let Bill this time fill the young boy in one long, easy going thrust. Olav for the first time took Bill's very thick, 9.5 inch (24 cm) man-cock without any sound of pain. Bill waited for a reaction. Colin caressed Olav's sweating forehead. "Please, Dad. Fuck me now like you fuck Colin, hard and tough. I want to show you my Viking skills." Olav whined, not because of the fuck, but because Colin pinched his balls. Colin smiled when he saw his dad fuck his best friend, his brother, his young companion. He knew what would happen. Olav would spunk off after just a few minutes. He was easy going, but he could make love all night and cum and cum until his balls produced nothing but a clear liquid. The two brothers had competed about staying hard more than once. "Damn, damn, I'm here again. I can't keep it. I'm cumming! Please be hard, please be hard, Dad. Be hard!" Olav shouted. Colin moved quickly down to the floor and dived in between his dad's legs and found Olav's cock. For the third time that day Olav fed his friend with warm boy-liquid. He didn't know that his dad had milked him to climax just half an hour ago. Olav was a Viking for sure. Bill turned Olav around and kissed him wet and deep. "Grease up your brother, Olav." Bill gave him the tube of lube, and the boy who recently had a plastic toy inside him was next for the man-cock, a cock he had taken hundreds of times, and longed for again. But Colin was in the mood for playing, he wanted to give something back for the baby talk. He took up a doggy-position on the desk, spreading his legs. Bill placed his cock as usual at the pink rosebud. He snorted with excitement. He hadn't cum so far this day but had been close to the edge for some hours. Colin tightened his arse muscles. The technique he used to nearly crush a cock when inside him, he now used to lock the entrance to his dad. "You have to rape me today, Dad! Come on, man!" Colin grinned in the mirror-like window. "I've never raped anyone in my life, and it's not going to happen tonight either." Bill withdrew. Four forceful spanks with a flat hand coloured Colin's buttocks. Olav looked a bit terrified, but Bill smiled at him and winked. "So you want to be taken by force, eh?" Bill took hold of Colin's shoulders. "I have pretended to be a virgin earlier today, Daddy. Now give me the pain like when you fucked me for the first time. I long for the heat and the glory that followed," Colin whispered. Bill gave him two new spanks on his red butt, then he just penetrated him without mercy, ramming inside hard and fast. Colin howled. "Don't break the glass, honey," Bill said as he held onto Colin without moving. The rest of the fuck was like a ceremony between hot lovers. "Should I leave you?" Olav whispered when Bill carried Colin over to the bed and kissed him deeply. "No, you are part of this family," Bill replied before he placed Colin's legs on his shoulders and ended their first day in Oslo with a long, long love-session. "Olav, please clean me," Colin shouted. There was man-spunk in his eyes, in his hair, on his face and in mouth. Not only his own, but also the cum of his lover resting beside him. Olav served them both. To be continued.