Date: Mon, 6 May 2019 12:07:48 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 93

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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), his
older lover and other men.

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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES

Chapter 93


Colin and Olav were in the shower together on their last night alone in
Paris. It was also the last night of their European hitchhiking tour. The
following afternoon Bill would arrive from Glasgow, and later the same day
Mr Reynard would meet them in his hotel suite.

A short time earlier Carlo, Mr Lumeau's husband, had smiled but said
nothing when he found Colin on the professor's lap in the library, sipping
a glass of Champagne.

"You can take some refreshment yourself, darling. Did the Viking kill you?"
Mr Lumeau had asked.

"Oui, oui, I'm growing old," had been Carlo's smiling answer.

Now Colin wanted to know more about Olav's time with Carlo. "Did he show
you some interesting stage scenes today?" he asked with his hair full of
shampoo.

"Yes, Bro. He took me to see his `Phantom of the Opera' set.  He kissed me
in the dark basement, and opened his trousers and showed me his own
Phantom." Olav was full of soap too.

"How could you see his cock in the dark basement? Wishful thinking, Bro."
Colin teased.

"Even a blind man can find a stiff cock with his mouth!" Olav closed his
eyes and grabbed Colin's for once flaccid dick. It didn't stay flaccid for
long.

"Has Carlo told you anything about tonight?" Colin was excited about the
performance Carlo had promised them. He used his own towel to dry his
piss-brother's hair.

"He just gave me a rough idea," Olav answered. "He has built a sort of
theatre in the winter garden. Have you seen some of the old porn stuff
where spectators are sitting in small boxes looking through windows into a
small central stage?" Olav used his hands like a real French story
teller. "The viewers can't see each other, but they can all follow the
action on the stage."

"Cool!" Colin said. "I want you on that stage, riding Carlo as you just
did."

"I didn't know you had become a voyeur, Colin. Did you get a hard-on when
you saw me ride him, eh?" Olav found a towel.

"Yes, I did. I always get a hard-on when I see you naked, and often when
you are fully-dressed too." Colin embraced his friend. "But we have a
visitor now so we better wait with sex."

Woot knocked the door and opened without waiting for an answer. For once he
smiled, took the towel and started to dry the boys. "Supper is ready,
gentlemen, and Mr Lumeau is waiting with an aperitif. You have to hurry."
He dried Colin's balls and dick and turned to Olav to help him in the same
way.

"Is Boss here too?" Colin asked. "Or are there more ladies to serve?"

"He will be here tonight gentlemen, you can be sure. He has talked about
you all day. Can't understand why?" Woot combed the boy's half-wet hair
with his fingers. "Stay like this. It's damn sexy," he said, then turned
and left the room.


"You are ready for the strip show now?" Carlo was very excited. The supper
was finished, the men had got some drinks and the temperature in the
library was high. "I have invited some friends from the theatre," Carlo
said. "Two supposedly straight guys, very much `closet' guys, but they were
turned on by the possibility to watch and stay incognito. They are already
in the boxes."

"And I have asked two of the students you met yesterday to come too," Mr
Lumeu supplied.

"What about Boss?" Olav asked now.

"I haven't seen him tonight, but old star Woot will be around, I think. He
acts shy, but he's not. Quite a bugger, but he never tells!" Carlo was
following the group into the winter-garden which was kept completely dark.

"Please come with me, Colin!" The professor pulled Colin into one tight box
with only one chair. The man placed him on his lap in front of the small
window.

"But Olav, sir!" Colin was not happy to lose him again.

"Carlo will take care of him. He's in good hands," the man answered.

After a few minutes Colin got used to the dark. He saw the `windows' on the
other side and he saw some movements inside the central area too. He
counted, and guessed at seven boxes. In the centre of the boxes was a black
circular stage. The only items he could make out were a black chair and a
clothes stand.

Colin could not understand why he was so excited. He was for once an
on-looker, but he pictured himself out there. He remembered his private
shows, and he remembered how turned-on he became when he stripped and was
fucked in front of an audience. Mr Lumeau noticed the boy's excitement,
kissed his neck very lightly and put one hand into his super-tight
trousers.

Suddenly the music started, and it seemed to be coming from a place outside
the room. Then the lights went up on an empty scene, changing and
teasing. This appeared very professional. Olav told Colin later that Carlo
ran the whole business from his iPhone.

A small intro; again all was dark. Then the heavy music came back, and a
spotlight was turned on. A stripper was standing in the middle of the stage
playing with himself, his hands roaming over his body. He was dressed in
black and had a huge body. The man stood with his legs apart, hips forward,
his rounded butt on display, a huge bulge, looking very sexy in black
lacquer.

"Hot! Very hot!" Colin whispered to Mr Lumeau.

"A good dancer! He has even danced in some of Carlo's shows," the man said
as he found Colin's balls.

Colin started out very professional because he wanted to learn some new
movements. But this guy was a real turn-on, and Colin moaned when Mr Lumeau
played with his body.

The dancer was down to his last item now, just a tiny black thong. He bent
over and showed off his open crack. "You should have been out there,
boy. Your buttocks are much nicer," the professor whispered in Colin's ear.

The stripper found a scarf on the stand and used it between his legs while
he removed the thong. He was fully naked when he sat down on the chair. He
had an impressive cock and, strange for a stripper, he was totally erect
with his cock was pointing upwards. No cock-ring was required by this
guy. The show on the chair was very suggestive, the dancer played with his
cunt, with his balls and with his cock. Colin was sure that this guy would
finish with a real climax, not usual on an open stage. With fingers inside
his arse, then licking the same fingers, the man pushed them back
inside. He used his free hand for a furious wank with closed eyes. Then the
man shot his load in time with a crescendo in the music, and the stage went
all black. Colin was about to cum, but he managed to cool down, even if his
front was wet with pre-cum.

After a short break the lights and the music were back. A dark-skinned man
in baggy sports gear came on stage. He pushed a youngster in front of
him. Colin smiled Ð Boss was on stage with a huge African. The dancer
placed Boss on the chair and bound his hands behind him. The dance he made
was not elegant like the first stripper, more a sort of raw street
dance. When he stripped off his sweater he showed off a well-trained body
covered with curly black body hair. He danced in front of Boss and forced
the kid to sniff and suck his heavy bulge.

The dance turned African and very hot, and the man was soon fully
naked. Colin had opened Mr Lumeau's trousers and found his cock. He was as
wet as the youngster on his lap.

The black stripper had a huge cock too, but as Colin later remarked, a
hard-on that never really lifted. He covered the boy on the chair with a
light piece of fancy cloth. The stage went all black for some seconds, and
when a spot now lit up the chair, young Boss was completely nude.

The last part of the show was a real fuck on stage. Boss `was forced' to
suck the dancer and the dancer played with the Thai boy. In the end the
stripper placed himself on the chair and lifted Boss to ride him. Colin was
not impressed by the cock that tried to penetrate the youngster, and the
ending could have been like a fake midnight show on TV. But Boss went into
action and wanked and sucked the huge man until white milk filled his mouth
and dripped down their bodies. Then again, all was black.

Mr Lumeau made a movement inside the black box to indicate to Colin that
the show was done. "Please stay here sir, just for a few minutes. I need to
talk to your Carlo," Colin said. He adjusted his clothing and left the box.

After a short while the stage again was heavy lit. A single guitar solo was
heard, loud, clear and intense. Then the song: `I want to break free!'
Freddy Mercury's famous vocal filled the room. Then all was dark, just some
seconds; a single but heavy spotlight showed a body in the middle of the
room, curled up into a ball. Then again the lyrics `I want to break free!'
Colin's body exploded in an ecstatic dance.

Olav had never seen his friend like this. Colin danced as if he was alone
in the room, and he gave a performance that was very different from the
more joyful and teasing shows he had done at home and with friends.

With gritted teeth he tore his t-shirt in pieces and threw it away. Then he
stripped his shorts off in one movement and showed off his wet g-string
underneath. The tight g-string emphasised the split in his buttocks and
Colin, with his back to the window where he knew Mr Lumeau was watching,
used his hands to open up even more.

"I want to break free!' Queen started on the second chorus. Colin knew that
he had 5 minutes and 20 seconds to do his show. Normally he would have been
afraid of not being able to cum fast enough, but now he had the opposite
worry He was about to cum already. The strippers combined with the
professor's playful hands had brought him close to the edge inside the
box. Now Colin tried to keep his eruption from coming; he thought of future
shows and he thought of the dad that he longed for. The boy was a
professional. He managed to stop the ball contractions.

Now he teased by removing the tiny g-string and dancing naked with a body
as beautiful as a marble statue, and with a small but very stiff dick that
in a way made the youngster more teen-like than his age would suggest. But
now the more innocent part of the show ended. Colin lay down on the carpet,
lifted his legs and found his arsehole. With wet fingers he penetrated
himself and finger-fucked himself with an open mouth and staring eyes. With
his other hand he squeezed his nipples and whined with the music.

Colin knew he had only about a minute left. "I want to break free!" Now he
sang along with the Queen classic, but with a hoarse voice that was leading
up to the main event. He put his heels on the floor, kept his shoulders on
the floor, and then he lifted his hips and most of his body in a bridge. At
the same time, he tensed his bottom muscles and reached the point of no
return.

`I want to break free!" he shouted and his cock, which was the highest
point on stage now, started to spit his boy-milk like a geyser. "Yes, yes,
yes!" he shouted with every spurt. At the end just a white stream ran down
his pulsing cock. Carlo turned off the light. Colin's body was like a wet
ball. He had given all in this performance, and he had loved every second
of it.


Colin relaxed with the professor in the library. He had another glass of
Champagne. Woot had taken care of the other guests. "Have you seen Olav,
sir?" Again Colin was a bit uneasy for his friend.

"He's helping Carlo with some re-arrangements." Mr Lumeau smiled. "My Carlo
has a new admirer today."

"Will there be more shows tonight?" Colin was surprised.

"You think you are the only one to be satisfied?" The man grinned. "Let us
see if they are ready!"

The winter-garden wasn't very different. Carlo and Olav had moved the
`walls' a bit so the `stage' was smaller. The biggest change was that the
`windows' were shut and replaced by holes, one round or rectangular hole in
each screen and some small peepholes at the top, and the chairs were gone.

"Wow!" Colin met Olav. "You have set up a really dirty stage here, long
time since we were together in a dark-room, Bro." Colin hugged his friend
tightly and kissed him.

"Carlo said we were to wait in the middle," Olav said. "I think Boss is
coming too." A door opened and the Thai guy arrived. The boy was dressed in
nothing but a tight small bikini, very Asian. His black pubic hair was
clearly visible above the tiny piece of see-through underwear. It was easy
to see that the boy already was horny, prepared for another show.

"It's very hot here, isn't it?" Colin put an arm around Olav. "You think we
should undress like Boss?" Olav just smiled and stripped off his t-shirt
and his shorts in a hurry. Again Colin made a sort of a show, but soon the
three beautiful youngsters were dressed in next to nothing. Both Olav and
Colin had put on jocks from the JustColin range and showed off their round
buttocks. Feeling a bit uncertain the three looked around. After a while
the light changed and was focused on the lower holes in the walls.

Colin looked around and counted seven holes. The three boys knelt; they
knew what was coming and they were not disappointed. Soon a cock showed up
in every hole; one flaccid, some half-hard, and the rest iron-hard.

"Let's make them all hard!" Colin grinned and started work on a young
flaccid cock. He sucked and he licked and he found some smooth balls. The
cock was growing, and growing. Colin wondered who he was sucking. He
recognised the one next to this cock as belonging to Louis from the
studio. "Maybe his friend?" Colin thought.

"Do my grandpa!" Boss whispered to Olav. The only visible brown cock was a
bit smaller than the other ones. Olav did not hesitate, but went in action.

"Which is Carlo's, Bro? Colin asked.

"The huge veiny one," Olav answered. "Leave him to me, please! Let's take
the two nervous ones!" Olav and Colin knelt in front of two cocks they had
never seen, not so big, but two mushroom cockheads, and plenty of
foreskin. The just half-hard cocks lifted shortly after heavy treatment
from the two experienced cocksuckers. One of the owners started to moan and
pushed his cock forward. Olav just waited and let the cock in front of him
shoot his load onto the black floor. "Six left, Bro," Olav grinned and
looked at Colin.

Over the next twenty minutes the three youngsters crawled around and sucked
and licked the waiting cocks. All three, still in tight underwear, took the
loads from the waiting men, some were worked using a hand and some were
worked with their mouth only. The floor was spotted with male milk, and
with the boys' sweat and pre-cum.

"Three left!" Colin said. He was standing in the middle of the
room. Turning around he stripped off his thong and wanked his dick. He
looked at Olav who did exactly the same. The two watched Boss who seemed to
hesitate. Olav knelt behind the Thai boy and Colin knelt in front. They
stripped him. Olav put a tongue into Boss's arsecrack and Colin took care
of the small dick. After a while Boss was opened with tongue and fingers
and Olav greased him with the cream that had been placed in the middle of
the room. Both Olav and Colin knelt now and let Boss prepare them. He had
opened boy-cunts before.

In a strange way, the focus was on the three remaining cocks. All three
were super-erect, all three huge, two looked like cocks from men of age,
while the other was as clean as a teenager's. Colin knew two of these
cocks. He had been fucked by two of them the last 24 hours. Olav's eyes had
focussed on the veiny one. That cock had been inside him three times
earlier that day. Colin found the tube of cream and shared it with the
other two. They did a job on the remaining cocks, gave them a hand-job and
prepared them for a final fuck. The three spread their buttocks and helped
the waiting cocks to find the targets. Then they placed their hands on the
floor in front, spread their legs, and let the three cocks break through
the greased tight boy-cunts.

Colin was the boss now. He made the three boys change partners. All three
were fucked by three different cocks, and when the young man spunked off
inside Boss, Colin told him to share the load with the two still waiting.

It became obvious that the two remaining cocks would spill their loads
soon. The owners of the apartment did not hide their need for some final
treatment, but Colin decided that the three in the middle of the room
should share the reward. He withdrew and so did Olav. Then they placed Boss
between them and Colin used two hands to wank the cocks in front. The veiny
one erupted first; a huge load spread over three waiting faces and was
caught by three open mouths. The last cock, probably the oldest, a real
stayer, could not compete regarding the amount but shot its load like a
teenager.

The three youngsters in the middle of this circus fell backwards drenched
in spunk and took care of their own cocks. They needed no help now, and did
not ask for help, but wanked their tiny cocks to the final triple
orgasm. This time the lights were not turned off, and many of the
participants helped the three youngsters to share the night's male nectar.


It was very late, close to midnight Paris-time when Colin Skyped his dad
from the bed. "I really look forward seeing you tomorrow, Daddy. It's only
been ten days since I was in your arms, but it feels like ages since I left
you in London."

"I miss you a lot too, son. I'm in bed now. I have a very early flight
tomorrow, you know." Bill stretched and tried to make himself
comfortable. "You alone, love?"

"Aye, Olav is helping a guy here to clean up after some role-play stuff,"
Colin grinned.

"Are you two into show business again? Wasn't the German experience hot
enough? I thought you were only tourists in Paris. Who's the man?" Bill was
curious.

"We're staying in the house I told you about, with the professor we met on
the train. His husband Carlo is a theatre designer and producer. Olav
really fancies him. He told me he knew Monsieur Reynard, by name
anyway. Said he was well-known in the market as a very serious
photographer." Colin yawned. "Sorry dad, it's been an exciting day here!"

"Known in the market because of his propensity for naked young lads too,
I've heard," Bill grinned.

"Some old men have that notoriety. You should know that, Dad." Colin was
the one to tease now. "But since I'm still alone here, tell me Dad, has
Monsieur Reynard agreed to organise more private shows?"

"I'm sure he will agree," said Bill. "However what he said was that he'd
need to examine your naked body first before making a final decision."

Colin laughed. "I don't think I have changed since he last saw me naked. He
just wants an excuse to grope me."

"I agree," smiled Bill. "But I don't think you will object."

"Nope. It will turn me on as well as him," Colin responded. He felt his
dick start to grow again, even though he had been through the heavy
sex-play not long ago.

"My small man can't wait either." Colin pulled the duvet aside and showed
the stiff prick to the camera. "You naked, Dad? You show me, eh?"

"Of course. I'm always naked when I wait for a live-call from you in bed,
but we wait until tomorrow, okay?" Bill was about to close down.

Colin pouted. Then he smiled. "Better get some vitamins for you, Daddy. See
you! I think Olav is around. Maybe he needs some help too! Night, Dad!"
Colin blew a kiss and closed down the iPad.

***


"Very nice of you to give us a lift to the airport, sir. And again thank
you for a fantastic stay!" Colin spoke from the rear seat of the classic
Peugeot.

"And thank you for taking me inside the theatre, Carlo. I found it super
interesting." Olav looked at the man with sparkling eyes.

Carlo put a hand on Olav's leg. "Think about my offer, Viking. I'll send
you a message when I get back from Cannes, okay?" Mr Carlo did not move his
hand and Olav placed himself as close as the driving allowed.

Colin bit his lip not to ask what the offer was about. Olav sensed the
silence from behind and turned. "Carlo has offered to accompany me on my
trip to Egypt. He wants to see the Library in Alexandria with me. You know,
the reconstruction designed by Norwegian architects!"

Colin blushed, but said nothing. He felt a flash of jealousy, then he
swallowed and smiled. "Great, Bro. Not the best place to travel alone I
guess, and your Uncle Thor is still further south, I understand."

Carlo parked inside a multi-storey car park, found his hand-luggage and
followed the boys with their heavy backpacks into the terminal
building. "My flight to Nice leaves before your father arrives, Colin. Very
nice to meet you both, and I'll wait to hear from you, Olav. I will get
back from Nice tonight." Carlo kissed the two in the French way, very
friendly. Olav wasn't satisfied and hugged the man whom he just had met two
days earlier. Carlo opened his arms for the Norwegian lad.

Colin could hardly stay silent when he saw that the flight from London had
landed, and when his `dad' turned up, he met him like the kid he looked
like. Bill responded with a warm hug, and then later greeted Olav in the
same way. "I need something to eat before we plan our day." Bill looked
around. "But first I need a toilet, badly."

"I know where it is, Dad. Please look after the luggage, Bro." Colin gently
punched Olav's shoulder. The Norwegian grinned back, and sat down on
Colin's flag-marked backpack.

Luckily for Colin's plan, there was a free cubicle. "No kidding around now,
Colin or I'll pee in my pants. Too much beer on the flight!" Bill locked
the toilet door.

"Let me help you at least, Daddy. Colin opened Bill's trousers, found the
boxers and pulled both down. He grabbed the familiar half-hard man-cock in
one hand and cupped the heavy balls with the other. Bill smiled with
satisfaction when Colin steered the yellow stream down into the toilet
bowl. When Bill had finished Colin shook the cock like a real man but
instead of letting Bill dress, he knelt and took the cockhead in his mouth.

After a short while Bill protested. "We can't let Olav wait any longer, and
I would like to save myself for a real welcome later on!" Bill lifted Colin
like a child and placed him with the feet on the toilet seat. "But I can
manage a small inspection before the `big boss' inspects you later." Bill
stripped his son and smiled when he saw the wet spots on the briefs and
then the dripping cock. With his lips, he pushed back the youngster's
foreskin and placed the cockhead just inside his tight lips. The tongue
showed Colin's most sensitive part no mercy, and two index fingers played
with his boy-cunt at the same time. Colin tried to stay cool, but he had no
control now.

"I'm cumming, Daddy. Take my load please, Daddy, Daddy! I love you. I'm
cumming, I'mÉaaaagh!" he whispered and then shook during the fast and
heavy orgasm. With his arms around Bill's head and neck he gave his dad the
best welcome ever.

Bill swallowed every drop of his son's seed, licked his mouth and
smiled. "Happy that you left some boy-cream for me!" he said. "Now I need
some coffee."

***


"I understand you have agreed to some posing with me, Daddy." Colin said to
Bill on their way to Central Paris in Monsieur Reynard's private car. Olav
was talking French with the chauffeur in the front seat.

"We have an agreement, yes, but I need another meeting with the Italians
who plan to expand JustColin into a brand for grownups too, a rather sexy
version, I'm told." Bill was very focussed on business.

"Cool. Very cool!" was Colin's intelligent answer.

"I will meet Mr Baird from London this afternoon. You remember the lawyer
who represents the Italian company that owns JustColin? Signore Beroni and
Sergio are already in Paris working with some other models." Bill was
uncertain about how much he should involve Colin in the business part.

"I know them well," Colin said. "Some might say very well." He remembered
with pleasure the visit to the London office tower where Mr Baird and his
colleagues had played with him. His cock pumped inside his tight underwear
when he thought of the hot days and nights in Northern Italy, both at
Signore Beroni's mansion by Lago de Garda, and during Sergio's presentation
of the darker parts of Milan.

"You will shoot the new underwear set tomorrow morning in Reynard's
studio. In the afternoon `the boss' himself wants to shoot a new teaser
video of you," Bill said. The car stopped in front of an exclusive Paris
hotel.

"We have been here before!" Colin exclaimed as he stepped out of the
car. He was grinning like a kid. "Reynard's luxurious suite is on the top,
I remember." He gave Olav a thumbs up. Then he put the arms around Bill and
kissed him. "I couldn't have a better manager," he said. "You will
accompany me tomorrow, Daddy?"

"I will, son. If you wish," Bill answered.

"Thanks, Dad. I love you." Colin kissed Bill deeply. The chauffeur waited
outside with a smiling Olav standing beside him.

"Welcome back, gentlemen!" A young and very cool hall-porter met them.

Colin wondered. "How does heÉ?" Then he nearly blushed when he
remembered. Last year this guy had served him in different ways in their
private bathroom. Now he took care of both the backpack and Bill's luggage.

Again the room was perfect. Mr Reynard knew how to look after his favourite
model and his manager. Colin and Olav went out on the balcony. With arms
around each other the two looked in silence at the city below. The view
ended at Montmartre and the white dome of Sacre Coeur.

"Thanks for a hot summer, Bro. And we still have some days together." Colin
moved in front of Olav and kissed him deep and wet. Olav returned the kiss
with closed eyes, hot wet lips and a working tongue.

"Have you forgotten your old man?" Bill had been in the shower. Now he
embraced the two youngsters. He smelled of wet hair and shampoo, but also
had the scent of grown-up man. Colin turned around and played with his
dad's trimmed body hair. The pale body longed for summer in the sun, but
the man, now close to sixty, presented a muscular body after the last
year's systematic training.

"I have a couple of hours before business calls." Bill looked at his
watch. "I could do with a rest after the early morning start from home."

"I'll show Olav the basement gym and the pool on the top floor." Colin went
inside. "Just need to change first." He turned his backpack upside
down. "You want me to call for the porter-guy Daddy or you want me to do
your hair?" Colin grinned.

"Don't make me a dandy, son. You looking for a spanking, eh? You're still
my kid, you know!" Bill pinched Colin's earlobe and tried to sound
serious. Olav felt a bit like an outsider so he grabbed his sports gear and
went to the bathroom.

"Reynard probably wants me looking unfucked for the close-ups tomorrow,"
Colin said.

"So I guess you have been acting like a monk here in Paris these last few
days?" Bill grinned.

Colin blushed. "Your guess, Daddy! But I'm so horny and I see you are horny
too. I know you are ready for a fuck, sir." Colin found Bill's stiffening
weapon inside the towel and gave him a small hand-job.

"After ten days alone, I can wait another day," Bill answered. "Take your
swim now, kids." Olav was wearing a pair of very small shorts when he
entered the room. Bill looked at his two boys, tried to cover up his boner,
but failed. He lay down on the king-size bed with spread legs and a very
visible tent. Colin stripped and put on a small bikini.


Back from the pool Colin just stopped inside the hotel door and used a
finger to stop Olav from talking. "An invitation," he whispered. On the bed
was a sleeping Bill, all naked, with a black flight mask over his eyes, one
hand placed next to his balls, with a half-hard man-cock pointing upwards
and covering parts of his trimmed pubic hair.

Colin stripped off his shorts and gave a signal to Olav to do the
same. Then they crawled up onto the bed beside the sleeping stallion. Olav
found Bill's nipples and touched them very gently. The man moved a little,
spread his legs a bit more, scratched his crotch and went on sleeping.

Colin knew one of Bill's favourite things was to wake up while his cock was
sucked by a young mouth. The best sucker around was looking at Colin, as if
for permission. Colin carefully lifted Bill's dick and gave a signal to his
Bro to go to work. Olav let his tight lips follow the glans, all the way
down the shaft, as far as he could manage. Still 4 inches (10 cm) outside,
Bill's thick 9.5 inches (24 centimetres) full erection was not an easy task
for anybody.

Colin knew that his father was awake now, and he understood that the man
loved the situation. He climbed onto Bill's chest and spread his
buttocks. The horny lad placed his boy-cunt near his father's mouth, and
let the `sleeping' stallion take the initiative. Soon Colin felt the
familiar tongue rimming him.

His cock being heavily worked on by a youngster and with another
youngster's wet arse in his face, Bill had found a new way to wake up from
his afternoon rest. Colin was dripping pre-cum. He turned around and gave
Bill his cock. With closed eyes he tried to stay cool, but wild forces were
building up.

Olav looked at Colin. Again a sort of question. "Lube?" Colin
whispered. The still-blindfolded Scottish author pointed at the side
table. Colin grinned when he opened the small drawer to find a dildo, a
cockwhip, an arse-plug and different lubes. "Always prepared," the former
scout thought. He grabbed a tube of lubricating jelly and handed it to
Olav. Without words Olav greased up Bill's cock, harder and more like a
wank than just a creaming.

Olav reached for Colin's arse but for once the boy denied him
access. Instead Colin left Bill's mouth-work, turned around and found
Olav's love hole. With one, two and finally three fingers, he finger-fucked
the Norwegian lad. The Viking was dripping hard. The boy gave himself some
wanks. Now he understood Colin's plan. He placed his legs beside Bill's
hips, opened his arse-cheeks and lowered his body. Colin took care of his
father's dripping cock and placed it outside his `piss-brother's'
arse. Colin knew well the size of his dad, but he also knew that Olav had
taken Bill's huge cock before. Bill was the one that had taken Olav's
virginity some months ago. With tearful eyes, but with his own hard-on
dripping, Olav lowered himself all the way down to the man's balls.

Bill threw away the blindfold, put his arms around Olav, changed position a
bit, and made it easier for the boy. Then he kissed him deeply. "Take your
time, boy. Don't stress. Make this good for yourself, I'm close to cumming
already!" Bill did not move when Olav started to ride him, but soon he
couldn't stay passive.

Olav cried, "More, please. Do me hard. Make me cum, Bill!" The man fucked
the youngster from underneath, but Bill saw that Olav was a bit stressed
and, using his past experience, he turned him around.

"Hold his legs, son. Give me full access." Bill helped Colin to spread
Olav's legs and re-entered him.

The grown-up stallion had waited for this moment, ever since Colin's
room-mate Kenny had stayed overnight some days ago. The two had been a
versatile couple that night and Bill had wondered if he ever would get his
own arse back to normal again.

"I'm done. I'm.. I'm.. " Olav stammered. Colin knew what was coming and
took care of his `brother's' boy-milk. Every drop found the way into
Colin's mouth and nothing was spilled.

"I'm done too, guys!" the normally silent man cried. "I am cumming! Take
it, take it!" He erupted deep inside his son's boyfriend and he stayed
there as if he was afraid to withdraw. He looked at Colin who with mouth
and fingers tried to catch the dripping milk. To Bill's surprise and Olav's
huge smile, Colin lifted Olav's legs and put them on his shoulders after
Bill withdrew. Then he wanked his own stiff cock into the cunt that still
was dripping with his father's seed.

For the first time Bill saw his `bottom-boy' take command and give his
friend a real fuck. For Olav it was a huge change from Bill's 9.5 inches
(24 cm) to Colin's four (10 cm), but when Colin rotated and pounded and
broke through his sphincter again and again, Olav reached the edge once
more, and when Colin cried, "I'm cumming, Bro! I'm cumming!" the two went
to heaven together.


"Just take things easy today, guys!" Bill was formally dressed for a
meeting with the London lawyer. "But be ready for Reynard's cocktail-party
at seven. Casual dressing, he said."

"That means naked!" Colin put an arm around the cuddling guy beside him.

***


Monsieur Reynard, the rich and slightly eccentric Paris photographer in his
mid-sixties took hold of Colin's upper arms and kissed him twice on each
cheek. The tall man with a grey goatee was well-dressed as always, this
evening in off-white linen suit. "It's wonderful to welcome you to France
again, Colin."

"It's good to be back, sir," said Colin. "I always have a lot of fun when
I'm here." He winked.

M. Reynard laughed. "I hope you will have a lot of fun this time too."

He looked at Olav and said, "You must be Colin's adopted brother. Bill told
me that you were handsome but I would say you are É magnifique!" The man
looked Olav up and down. Olav started to blush and then he staggered back a
little when Reynard took hold of him and gave him kisses on the cheeks.

"Thank you, sir. Very nice to meet you. Colin has talked a lot about you."
Olav used his best French and Colin was very proud of his `brother'. The
two were dressed like twins - tight white city shorts, colourful and very
open short-sleeved shirts, and trainers without socks.

M. Reynard turned to Bill who already had received a glass of
Champagne. "You are a lucky man, my friend, to have such young company. I
see you are in good shape yourself. Youngsters are vitamins, I know."

"Pierre! Find drinks for the boys!" Without turning around the host called
out.

Colin hadn't seen Pierre when he entered the room. Now he hurried up to the
young man who greeted Colin with a smile. "How are you, mon cher?"

"I am well," replied Pierre. Then he bent closer and said, "No chastity
device today. M. Reynard said you would not approve."

"That's good news," smiled Colin. The two embraced. The very effeminate
Pierre was pleased to see Colin again, and while giggling, he also greeted
Olav.

"We have half an hour until the Italians arrive and I have invited Mr Baird
to accompany us as well. "Sit down everyone and let us enjoy the evening,"
Reynard instructed and lifted his glass.

A light buzz was heard from the intercom. Shortly afterwards Pierre bowed
and whispered a message into Olav's ear.

"Excusez moi, Monsieur. It seems that I have a visitor who asks for me at
reception, so I have to go." Olav bowed with a serious smile and left the
room.

"What an exceptional young man." Colin was not sure if M. Reynard talked to
him or to himself.

"He is great." Colin said. "Just wait until you see him naked. He's a
Viking, you know. Full of passion and spirit. And ask him about archaeology
and he will give you a lesson. He looks forward to seeing the phallus-stone
on your estate, sir."

"I look forward to seeÉ" M. Reynard cut short his own thoughts. "I look
forward to guiding him around." He smiled and sipped his glass.

Colin looked at Bill, then he placed his hand on M. Reynard's arm. "Dad
told me you need to examine my body before deciding whether to arrange more
private shows," said Colin. "Do you think I am too old to please your
clients?"

"Probably not but I don't think we can still pretend you are only
fourteen," Reynard replied with a smile.

"Okay. Shall I strip off now?" Colin asked.

"That would be very nice," smiled Reynard.

Colin happily stripped off in front of the small group. Bill was not
surprised to see that he had an erection when he peeled of his JustColin
thong. He went over to stand in front of Reynard with his hands behind his
head.

Reynard stood up and caressed Colin's cheeks. "You haven't started shaving
yet?"

"No, sir. Still as smooth as a baby's bottom," replied Colin.

"I'm pleased. That will make you more attractive to the clients who prefer
young ones," Reynard responded.

Reynard ran his fingers over Colin's smooth, well-developed chest and then
tweaked the erect nipples. "Probably a little over-developed but these
nipples will have many men aroused when they see them being abused.

Two fingers tugged at some underarm hair. "This will have to go," Reynard
said. Then he took a seat and ran his fingers through the black pubic
hair. "This needs to be trimmed a bit further but we won't remove it
completely." Reynard cupped and then gently tugged at Colin's balls. "I'm
happy to see these are still naturally smooth." Colin smiled at Bill as a
bead of pre-cum burst from his piss-slit.

"You have some dark hairs on your lower legs. That has to go," continued
Reynard. "Now turn around and let me see your love-hole. Colin turned, bent
over and used his hands to spread his arse cheeks. Reynard ran a finger all
round the puckered hole. "Totally hairless, like a young boy," he
said. Then he suddenly thrust his finger into Colin's hole.

Colin gasped, more from the surprise than from the discomfort of the dry
finger entering him. "I trust this has been getting a lot of attention and
that you will be able to take a big adult cock quite easily," Reynard said.

"Yes, I can still take big cocks," Colin replied.

Reynard removed his finger and used his hands to turn Colin to face
him. Then he grabbed the stiff cock and wanked it, causing more pre-cum to
leak. "It's good to see you still get aroused easily. I hope you will still
be able to cum two or three times during a show."

"I think I will be able to manage that if I have the right partners,"
replied Colin. "I understand Kasim has stopped doing porn!"

"That's correct," M. Reynard answered. "He's only running the
paper-business now. You will meet him at the farm. His three nephews want
to meet you too." He looked at Bill and grinned. Bill showed no reaction.

"Pierre!" M. Reynard commanded again. "Take Colin to the bathroom and shave
his legs and armpits. Trim his pubic hair too! "

Colin turned red. Without a word he dressed, and looked at the man who just
had examined his body. "I'm not a slave, sir!" He turned around and left
the room.

"What was that about?" M. Reynard looked at Bill with some frustration.

Very calmly Bill answered. "You examined Colin, your little boy, my
friend. Now you met the very mature and independent student. He will decide
when to get shaved and who will do it."

The arrival of the other guests stopped the conversation. Bill had just had
a meeting with the London lawyer Mr Baird, a man in his forties who
represented the Italian owners of the trademark JustColin. Strangely
enough, the executive in charge, Signore Beroni and the Milan photographer
with the artist name Sergio had come to meet Colin and Bill too.

Signore Beroni was extremely well-dressed in his Armani costume, and even
the more boyish photographer Sergio was well-dressed for the reception in
M. Reynard's suite.

Pierre, in his Roman tunic-inspired costume, served drinks and snacks to
the guests.

Signore Beroni was the first to ask about Colin. "I'm sure Colin will be
here soon," Bill answered. He was happy when Olav returned. It gave him an
excuse to present the Norwegian guy to all the guests. "Did you see Colin?"
Bill whispered after the presentation.

"He's in our room with the hall-boy," Olav answered. "He said I was just to
join the party!" The answer worried the father and manager. "Don't
worry. Colin will be here very soon," Olav said. "You know these stars!
Something about fixing his hair." He grinned.

Pierre was just on his second round of drinks when Colin arrived smiling
and confident. He was now dressed in black boots, tight black jeans and his
favourite short-cut, white silk jacket. His upper body was naked under the
half open jacket. Around his neck he had a thin silver chain with two
diamonds in a pendant. Pierre served him a glass of Champagne.

Colin went up and placed himself beside Bill. "Good evening, gentlemen. I'm
so happy to see you all, at the start of a new era in our corporation. A
special thanks to my artistic supervisor M. Reynard who has helped me a
lot, and to my father and my boyfriend who are my best supporters. Cheers!"
Colin lifted his glass.

Some rounds of drinks had cheered up the situation in the top-floor
suite. Olav had been at the centre of attention as much as Colin. Just now
he was sitting between Mr Reynard and Signore Beroni. The chat was about
Vikings. Colin smiled when he saw the old men touching and caressing his
friend.

"Who will be the first to get him in bed?" Sergio asked Colin. They were
standing on the balcony looking at the Eiffel Tower in the early summer
night. Sergio had for the last ten minutes been using his hand to caress
Colin's naked back. Now his hand was beneath the belt. He squeezed the
boy's buttocks and played with the thin string that was in the middle of
his arsecrack.

"Everyone in there would love to touch him I think, and all of them would
love his lips around their dicks," Colin said. "You would too,
Sergio. Wouldn't you?"  Sergio didn't answer.

"I can't forget our nights in Milan, Sergio; the hottest ever. I hope you
will be around when I come in August." Colin spread his legs and gave the
Italian photographer access to his arse. Colin was breathing heavily. With
one hand he found the man's bulge. He tried to picture the Italian's 8 inch
(20 cm) thin cock, a big shooter. With a glance he saw that Olav had
stripped off his shirt and shoes, and just in tight shorts he was showing
off his favourite athletic programme. When Colin took Sergio's hand and
found the door to M. Reynard's bedroom he saw that Olav was doing a
wandering handstand. He also knew that Pierre saw his move. Colin gave him
a thumbs up and got a smile back.

Down on his knees, Colin opened Sergio's jeans and pulled down both jeans
and boxers in one movement. The thin cock was hard as iron and the man in
his late forties trembled like a teenager when Colin started to lick his
cockhead and play with his balls. When Colin then put a finger deep inside
the man's arse and found his lovespot, then started a triple massage of
cock, balls and prostate, Sergio came like a child's water-pistol. The
man's first shots made Colin gag, but then when he withdrew a bit, Colin
took it all. He didn't spill a drop.

"Please let me do you now, baby!" Sergio kissed Colin and begged.

"Tomorrow night, Sergio. You fuck me after I have finished posing for
Reynard, yes." He looked in the huge mirror and styled his hair again. Then
he gave Sergio a new kiss and left the bedroom. Olav had stripped his
shorts off now and showed the audience how flexible he was. His tiny
JustColin bikini was wet and his round, hard buttocks were clearly visible.

"I don't know a more sexy model for JustColin." Colin put his arms around
his `piss-brother'. The audience applauded.

"I'll find you a towel, Viking-boy. Please come with me." M. Reynard placed
a hand on Olav's shoulder and gently led him into the bathroom. Colin
looked at Pierre, and the two sent each other teasing looks.

"Please tell me about our new collection." Colin sat down between Mr Baird
and Signore Beroni.

"It's a collection for grown-up men, young and old. We want to keep some of
the innocent look from JustColin but we want to combine it with the
traditional Italian sexy attitude." Signore Berino used his
Italian-accented English and was very close to Colin.

"I saw some photos," Colin said. "Some of the models were quite hot, and it
wasn't far from porn." He looked at both the men and grinned. "I can't
model a thong without a front though. I can't be seen with a full frontal
on the net, gentlemen. Some publishers have tried to get me to agree to
that already, you know, but I don't think my university would like that."

"I thought you Scottish lads showed off your naked jewels as a part of the
kilt-wearing tradition." Mr Baird smiled. "You needn't worry though. Your
frontals will be blurred Colin, and close-ups will be shot with other
models."

"But perhaps you saw the fashion-show down in Spain recently, Colin, where
completely naked young men presented ladies' handbags on the catwalk. It
was very hot." Sergio talked using his hands as well as his
mouth. "Something for a model like you to try, Colin."

"Maybe, Sergio, but all those guys had more to show off than me." Colin
cupped his bulge.

"We have a signed agreement, son." Bill was serious. "I will approve or
reject the pictures, and only the underwear and sportswear will have your
brand name. The hotter equipment will be in the catalogue separately."

"So I will not be presented in cockrings and ball-stretchers?" Colin looked
around and pretend to be offended. "But you want some pictures for your
private use, perhaps Signore?" Colin rested his head on the
formally-dressed man's shoulder.

Sergio smiled and shook his head. "We brought samples of three new types of
underwear with us tonight, Colin. I thought you would like to try some in
different sizes." He went to the hall and brought back an elegant bag.

A still red-faced Olav returned from the bathroom at the same time. He was
dressed in a sexy short white bathrobe. Colin smiled when he saw that Mr
Reynard's white trousers were a bit creased.

"Maybe you could help me to model some of the new underwear Bro, since you
already are undressed!" Colin stood up, took the bag from Sergio and went
back to the bathroom with his young boyfriend.

"What did he do with you?" Colin whispered.

"He undressed me and caressed me with his hands. He was very careful, and
very gentle. When I was naked, he jerked my dick, and sucked me for some
minutes." Olav spoke while looking at Colin undress in front of him.

"Are you embarrassed?" Colin placed his hand on his friend's cheek.

"No, I'm damn horny!" Olav stripped off his robe and was naked
underneath. His cock was erect and dark red.

Colin looked at the light underwear in the bag. "Who did you meet in the
reception, Bro? Carlo?" Colin found two pairs of boxers and handed one of
them to Olav.

"Yeah, crazy man. He will come to Egypt next week and stay with me until I
leave for Cairo. He wants to meet Thor too!" Olav had some problems with
the tight boxers. He was still sweating.

"Good, Bro! Cool! Let's see if we can make the group out there wet in their
knickers." Colin looked in the mirror. He was in white. Olav was in
red. Tight, short boxers, with a padded front, but see-through elsewhere. A
seam at the back made the thin fabric stretch over the buttocks and showed
the arse-cracks, and on the narrow ribbon-like waistband Ð JustColin.

"Damn sexy!" Colin said. Let's pull our stiffies upwards. Let them wait a
bit for the climax!"

Sergio whistled when the two youngsters arrived. The man for details, Mr
Reynard, had redone the lights and even put on some soft music. Suddenly
the room was a real showroom.

"We have made many see-through models," Signore Beroni said. "Very light
for summer."  "You can even get a model with extra padding if you want to
impress with more than nature has given, and pads in different shapes too."
Sergio grinned. "You can show the outline of an erection even if you are
quite relaxed."

"I don't think these models have that problem," Mr Reynard said. "Please
come up here, Olav. And bend over, please."

Olav, again quite red-faced went up to the stylist who used one finger to
follow Olav's arse-crack, from the top down to his balls.

"With this seam in the back, it's very important it follows the crack
exactly or the buttocks will not be displayed at their best." The man
corrected the boxers and let his hand rest on Olav's next-to-naked
buttocks.

With some applause, the models left. Pierre, in his Roman outfit, served
new drinks. The intensity in the suite increased.

"We try the jocks now, Bro. You take the pink one. Be a princess tonight,
love." Colin put on a light blue version of the very sexy jock, far from a
real sports jockstrap. The waistband was very narrow, and from the
waistband were two ribbons like most jocks, but on this model they ended in
a string between the legs. The front was a rough fishnet hiding nothing.

"I'm tenting Colin, and it's not going to be possible to get this prick
down." Olav sighed and squeezed his dick.

"Don't worry, they will love you out there," responded Colin.

They were met by applause this time, and Colin saw a very excited Pierre in
the background. This time the boys went up to the five on the huge sofa to
allow them to touch. And they did touch. The boys were dripping pre-cum
inside the fishnet and the men did what they could to tease them. Colin was
happy when he saw that his dad was more relaxed now. He had been very
formal after the small disagreement between him and Reynard. Now the two
shared jokes and lifted glasses. Colin even noticed that Reynard had one
hand on Bill's upper leg from time to time and Bill let him.

Colin waved Pierre into the bathroom too. Pierre, who was more or less
Reynard's `slave', was very excited and when Colin undressed him he was the
third youngster with a very hard erection. The long, thin cock had been
free all day, since he was allowed to take off his cock-cage. No red marks
on his dick or balls now, Colin confirmed.

"Now the hottest underwear I've ever seen," Colin said. He put on the
g-string that had a front with two open holes, one for the balls and one
for the cock that was to be put through a sort of cockring. When you lifted
the narrow waistband all your front was lifted too. Three sets of balls and
three stiff cocks pointed forward. Colin did not like the ladylike lace,
but he knew that for some men that was a real turn-on. After the hall-boy
had used the razor, Colin was completely hairless. His naked cock and balls
were like a young boy's. Pierre was always shaven, but Olav the Viking was
really hot with his fine dark-blond pubic hair above his shaft.

The audience cheered when they entered, and even Pierre felt relaxed. A
soft disco melody was heard, and the three started to dance. Pierre was a
good dancer. He had been a stripper in the past. Colin had improved, and
Olav did not care. He thought of Carlo, who had promised him `a hot day
around Paris' tomorrow, so he danced as if he was at home in his Bergen
apartment dancing naked to the last disco sounds.

The three ended up on the sofa and soon the audience pulled off their
strange underwear. Naked the three went back to dancing, and naked the
three served the men more drinks and more snacks. The suite had three
rooms, plus a balcony, so all the men could get private sessions if they
wanted during the evening. Both the older men's balls and the young ones
were emptied during the next hours.

"Time for us to retreat," Bill said. "Colin must be fit for the job
tomorrow morning. Now he must sleep. Olav is sleeping already. You see to
him, Reynard!" Bill looked at Olav who was on Pierre's arm in the middle of
Reynard's bed.


To be continued