Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2017 15:52:50 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 62 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 at colin4men@gmail.com COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES Chapter 62 "Everyone needs a friend sometimes..." Colin and Charlie filled the little car with the `Dance with a stranger' song, as they drove along the main road to the Trossachs to celebrate Colin's birthday. "Everybody's got to make it their own way, so come on now baby let's get it all right, I need a lover, I need a friend Need someone who ain't runnin' away" Charlie knew all the lyrics and did not miss a single tone. What Colin lost in singing quality, he retook in intensity when he came to the chorus. "Everybody needs a friend sometimesÉ" The boys were in excellent mood and Colin was happy to show the younger boy his car and his driving skills. He was also happy to show Charlie a bit more of Scotland. Charlie had never been north of the border until his sudden visit to see Colin's underwear show in Glasgow some weeks earlier. Bill had been a bit worried when he heard that Colin planned to drive up to the `wilderness' as he had called it, with the light promotion Just Colin car. He himself had been invited to travel with the security twins from Colin's university in their van. Boyd and Doug had taken the weekend off to party with young Colin up in their home village together with their Uncle George. "You're getting really old, man," Charlie said as he thumped Colin's shoulder. "Aye, that's why I'm happy to have some young flesh around. Only seventeen," Colin returned the punch and then found Charlie's crotch. "Seventeen and a half," Charlie corrected. "It was really fun to be eighteen last year, but nineteen! I mean. Guess I have to start behaving like an adult and do all that boring stuff now." Colin grinned. He didn't move his hand from his new friend's bulge. "I love the automatic transmission." Colin put his foot down to gain speed as they moved through the hills. Charlie spread his legs. There was excitement all around. "Please slow down, Colin. We have plenty of time, haven't we? " Charlie grinned. "Aye, we are invited for lunch with Uncle George at noon, and there's not many miles to go. Are you hungry, horse-boy?" Colin sent his friend a loving glance. "Yeah, I'm damn hungry." Charlie pressed his bulge against Colin's hand. "I'm hungry too. I had a strange breakfast this morning," said Colin. "All the guys on my wing woke me up with champagne and cream-cakes, balloons, drums and whistles before seven this morning." Colin was very enthusiastic as told Charlie about it. "They were dressed just in boxers and silly hats, and of course they made a lot of fun about finding Kenny and me in the same bed. We slept naked of course, so I wonder what the birthday pictures on the net will be like." "You had champagne for breakfast? Wow!" Charlie was wide-eyed. "Less than half a glass because I was driving," replied Colin. "Kenny finished it for me." "Talking of drinks, I had orange juice and then coffee. Could we stop for a piss soon?" Charlie looked at Colin. "If you find a placeÉ." "I know a place, but you have to hold it in for a mile or so." Colin grinned. Colin took the gravel road into the forest and parked his car not far from the old church ruins where he'd had very hot experiences twice before. He wasn't pleased to see that the church door was locked with a chain. Even the roof window, where Doug climbed in last time, was nailed shut. `Danger. Falling stones', was the message outside. It was shadowy and a bit cold in the forest that morning, but both the boys wanted some excitement. They went through the old graveyard and saw that a path went further on. "Somebody has been riding here not long ago." Charlie was the pathfinder. "Both directions. Let's follow the path." Just some hundred metres in front was a small stone house, more or less a ruin like the church. The horseshoe marks ended in front of the house. There was no horse, no people, and not a sound could be heard. The boys looked inside the tiny window and then they opened the unlocked door. The sound from the rusty hinges increased the tension. The two went inside. There was one small room, with a bench, a table and a chair, and a small stone fireplace. That was all, apart from a well-used horse harness on the wall. "Strange," Colin said as he put his hand on the chimney. "It's not cold. Must have been someone here recently." Colin grinned. Then he hugged his young friend and held him tight. "I'm sure there are ghosts here. Riding ghosts!" He kissed Charlie hot and hard. He used his lips and his tongue. The two boys nearly ate each other and moaned. Their tongues met and both the boys whined and kissed with youth passion. Suddenly Charlie pulled Colin back. "The only ghost here is about to piss in his pants." He was about to open the door. "Stay here, horse-boy. You have to piss, and I am thirsty." Colin went down on his knees in front of his friend and unzipped him. "A good combination, don't you think? A nice accompaniment to birthday champagne, eh?" Colin stripped the boy from his blue jeans and his boxers in a single movement. He smiled when he saw Charlie's proud erection. "You are only in need of a piss?" Colin grinned. He was about to open his mouth and take the cock when he noticed something different. "Your great red bush has been trimmed. Who did that?" Colin used his hand on the soft skin with the neatly cut red pubic hair. "Your daddy helped me last weekend, Colin. I asked him because I wanted to be more like you," the boy said in a quiet voice. "Oh darling, you are so sweet." Colin reached for the boy's stiff cock and placed the cockhead just inside his mouth. Then he looked at Charlie and nodded. Charlie jerked his cock between Colin's lips and managed to give him his yellow fluid at the same time. His stiff cock helped him to empty his bladder without giving problems for the kneeling receiver. When Charlie was finished pissing he went on mouth-fucking at high speed. Colin let him, but when he felt that Charlie's body was starting to tremble, he pushed the boy back against the wall. "Don't rush it, darling. I have waited for this a whole week. I have dreamed of the two of us up here in the wilderness." Colin kissed Charlie with great intensity. "And I have cried your name when wanking, night after night." Charlie moaned and returned the kiss. Now he was the one that pressed Colin against the wall. He stripped him from his top and he grinned when he pushed the jeans down, he saw that Colin was commando. "No boxers for the underwear model?" Charlie kissed Colin's stiff dick and tasted his pre-cum. "Just wait until you get the kilt on, horse-boy. Remember you are half Scottish." Colin used his fingers to pull his foreskin back and to show off a purple shining cock-head. "But I have no kilt." Charlie looked confused. "The twins have some stuff for you. I'm sure they are waiting to dress you up." Colin smiled a broad smile and put his dick into Charlie's mouth. Again Colin wondered where this kid could have got his sucking skills. Colin had been without his normal morning sex so he was horny and hot as ever before. "Did you manage to get the mare to take the stallion last time you were home?" Colin suddenly asked. He had pulled his cock out just before he was about to cum. "I did. I'm a master of licking you know." Charlie looked at Colin who was knocked out by the answer. "Just kidding, Colin. But I want to lick you, you know," the youngster said with a grin. "Then you have to bind me." Colin reached for the harness and the ropes on the wall, and went over to the large wooden chair. He placed his body on the seat with his head over the top, and spread his legs. "Now bind your mare, stallion." The birthday youngster was in command now. Charlie displayed excellent skills with the harness and ropes. Colin was bound tightly by his lower legs and his arms after few minutes. Without more orders the youngster squeezed Colin's arsecheeks and found his boy-cunt. With his rough tongue he licked Colin's crack several times. Then he sucked Colin's balls and he used two fingers from each hand to spread the arsehole. While keeping the pink entrance like a cunt, he used his tongue until Colin filled the small room with heavy groaning. "I think my mare is ready for some real action now, eh?" Charlie took hold of one of the wooden sticks which were used to connect transport tools to the harness. It looked like an old fat dildo. He licked it and spat on it like the cowboy he had been called. He went back to Colin, opened his arse again with his fingers, and then put the stick inside. The stick was smooth after years of being greased so no harm was done when the 5 inch (13 cm) dildo-like item went into the waiting arse. Colin screamed, not from pain but from surprise. "I didn't think you had to use instruments, horse-boy," Colin teased and grunted at the same time. He was dripping hard, and showed every sign of excitement. "I want your cock now, stallion. Please fuck me, Charlie. Please make me cum now," Colin begged. "Not much of a birthday present, but this is all I have to offer," Charlie said as placed his cockhead against the arsehole and spat twice. Then he forced his cock inside Colin without any more delay. His 4.5 inch (12 cm) prick was rock hard and the boy knew how to please his new 19 year old buddy. "Aye, aye, aye," was all Colin had to say. "That's how a stallion works. Please do it harder, Charlie. I want to feel your stiff cockhairs against my inner cheeks. "Come on, come on boy. Do me good. Do me good!" Charlie did not last long. Like a real stallion he sent his white spunk into Colin after just a few minutes. He bottomed the older boy again and again while he cried his, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I'm cumming, buddy. I have to cum. I'm cumming, yes!" Colin screamed. Charlie hurriedly knelt down on the floor and caught most of Colin's super-load in his mouth and on his face. Then he began licking his own birthday cream which was dripping from Colin's arse. "Nice show, lads. Damn nice show." A man dressed in hunting gear with his front open, and presenting a huge dark cock, was suddenly standing in the middle of the room. After two or three jerks of his huge weapon, he sent his man-spunk out onto the well-worn dark wooden floor. Then he zipped up and put a hand on the doorknob. "Close the door properly when you leave, guys." The bearded redhead man, possibly in his early thirties, then left the two shocked and silent young lovers. "What the fuck?" Charlie used his ranch expression. "The ghost, eh?" Colin grinned. "But he left his marks on the floor." A horse was heard galloping away from the small ruined cottage. Colin, freed from the ties, hugged his naked friend and then gave him a long and tender kiss. "Thanks for your birthday present, horse-boy. Loved it." The two locked the door properly as the man had asked, and they also found the hidden hatch which connected the cottage to a ruined stable. "He must have been watching us from the moment we arrived," Charlie said. "Aye, you're right, and he loved what he saw, I'm sure. Wish he had used his weapon on me." Colin smiled. "You serious?" Charlie was not sure if Colin joked or not. "Aye, damn serious! It was a big one." Colin gently punched Charlie's shoulder. They followed the horse tracks back to the car. *** "Fˆilte balaich, welcome to my house." Uncle George was standing outside his little village-house with his arms wide open. Colin forgot his friend for a moment and jumped into the old man's arms. Then he remembered Charlie who was standing in the background looking a bit lost. He put an arm around his friend's shoulder and brought him in front to the host. "Meet Uncle George, Charlie. And this is Charlie, the horse-boy I told you about on the telephone." Colin was very gentle. Charlie gave Uncle George his hand and bowed like a gentleman. The old man in a kilt greeted him welcome with a handshake too, then he put his arms around him and hugged him. "My eyes are not so good anymore," he said. "So I have to have you close to look at you. From Newcastle I heard, but you look like a real Scotsman to me." Uncle George tousled Charlie's red hair. "My dad is a MacGregor, sir. I'm told I have his colours." Charlie spoke very proud and clear. "I see, strong people, strong people, but come in. The rest of the company are already on to their second beer." Uncle George almost pushed them inside. "So there you are, son." Bill hugged Colin. "Congratulations, good to see you safe." "Nice to see you too, horse-boy," Bill said when Charlie kissed him on both cheeks. Colin was very pleased when he saw how his young friend relaxed close to his Daddy. "Meet my little boys." Uncle George pointed out Boyd and Doug, the redheaded twins in their early forties. Both well-built men stood up and greeted Charlie and Colin. "This is a MacGregor, boys, so be careful with him." Uncle George smiled. "Nice," Boyd said. "Then I have the perfect kilt for the evening for you. Uncle has invited the whole village to meet you in the pub tonight, Colin. I hope you brought your kilt too." "Aye, I have, just haven't changed yet." Colin winked at Charlie. "But he has already taken his knickers off!" Charlie was sitting beside Bill by the lunch table. Charlie's comment was followed by a roar of laughter. The ice was broken. The young lad was greeted as a part of the family. A tremendous homemade meal was served in the cozy dining-room with a view out to the glorious landscape of the Trossachs. The old man had put on an apron to begin serving, and without being asked, Colin was his obvious helper. "It's your birthday, boy. You are the main guest so please sit down," the old man said when Colin went to help him. "Nothing is better than being with you, Uncle." Colin was very close to the old man by the oven. Bill could only smile when he saw the old hunter caress his boy's round buttocks. There was grouse breast served with mashed home-grown potatoes, and a stew of rabbit and local vegetables. "This is some grouse I hunted last autumn and had in the freezer up to now," George said. "And the rabbits were shot in the backyard here. They eat my carrots, you know." George went back to the oven and returned with some heavenly-smelling venison pies. "I hope you like these too, boys. The deer was caught not far from here." "What a wonderful spread," said Colin, "but you shouldn't have gone to so much trouble for me." "It's no trouble," responded George. "I have made your favourite for dessert." "My favourite?" Colin asked. He wasn't sure he would have room for dessert after sampling everything that was already on the table. "Aye, I made you a rhubarb pie," Uncle George winked. "And I have plenty of clotted cream." Colin found room for the rhubarb pie and deliberately left cream around his mouth when he was finished. Bill rolled his eyes. "Okay, it's your birthday, but still." "I haven't seen you with so much cream in your face since..." "Boyd! Enough!" Uncle George raised his glass. "Let's congratulate the boy on his birthday." Young Charlie suddenly stood up from his chair, and then with a voice from heaven, he sang "Happy birthday, to you..." At first nobody dared to accompany him, but when he went for the second chorus everybody stood, raised their glasses, and saluted the nineteen year old but younger looking Colin. "Daddy, I'll stay with Uncle George. He needs some help cleaning up after the lunch. Please help Charlie to settle in with Boyd and Doug. You can take my car, Dad." Colin handed Bill the car keys. Bill smiled when he left Uncle George's house for the twins' house just down the street. "Don't you think you need a little nap before we start the cleaning, Uncle?" Colin was beside the man as soon as the others had gone. "Well, we don't have to hurry with the cleaning. We plan to go the pub around six tonight so there's plenty of time! A wee nap? Aye, a very good idea." Colin felt Uncle George's old but very strong hands on the bare skin between his shirt and belt. "May I undress you, laddie? I really want to feel your smooth skin; gives me energy you know." Uncle George sat down on his bed with Colin in front of him. "Please come closer, Colin dear. You know I must see with my hands these days." The old man, sixty years older than him, he once said, used both hands to touch every part of the young body. "You are keeping some pubic hair now, boy. Growing up eh?" George grinned. He used his fingers around Colin's groin. "You like that, Uncle? Or you want me to stay smooth?" Colin loved the man's touch. "Your own choice, son. What about your bum then? You may bend over my lap if you feel for it." George helped the boy lie down across his lap. He used his hands all over Colin's legs and upper body. Colin purred like a kitten, and when Uncle George caressed his buttocks, he spread his legs to give him full access. George squeezed the buttocks and then parted them. He spat on his fingers and fondled the crack all the way from his ball sack to his rosebud. "Still totally smooth and soft," he said. "Wonderful." He had two fingers inside Colin's lovehole. Colin could not but lift his hips and adjust his dripping cock. "You'd better take off your kilt Uncle George, or I will leave wet marks." Colin helped the `granddad', as he called him from time to time, to remove his kilt. Colin was not the only one with a wet cock. The man, nearly eighty, sported an erection like a youngster. His cock was clean, dark and very much like his two nephews', a bit thinner but close to 8 inches (20 cm). The two men's lower bodies met and Colin wriggled against George like a worm. "You let me ride you, Uncle? Please?" Colin was beside George in his bed now, with his small hand playing with the older man's hanging balls. From time to time he jerked the man's cock with care. "Nothing better, son, but let me taste your prick first. Long time since you were last here." George gave Colin a kiss on his forehead. Colin was a bit surprised because Uncle George wasn't into sucking. He had said that before he fucked young Colin outside the Highland cottage last year. Colin climbed onto the man's chest and placed his wet cock inside his open mouth. The youngster did not hold back today, but showed every sign of a horny teen. He moaned, he made fucking movements; he bent his head back, and he snorted with open nostrils and he gave the man all his cock and balls. "Please ride me now, son. I have no cream here but I think you can take me dry. I'm not your first today, I guess," Uncle George smiled at the blushing boy. "How do youÉ?" Colin was interrupted. "I have seventy years experience you know. I recognise a newly opened butt." "The little pony, eh? He couldn't wait to get inside you I guess, the wee MacGregor." "I like it rough you know, so just give me your weapon, Uncle." Colin used his hands to spread his arse cheeks, then he sat down on the old man's hard cock, a cock that did not turn away, but penetrated the youngster without hesitation. Colin felt a bit dry, but he also felt the pressure on his prostate. He whined every time he lowered himself further. He spat in his fingers and pushed his wet forefinger into his hole beside the cock. Three times he did that, and the pain disappeared. Uncle George's breathing changed; he panted and then relaxed, and then panted again. The man fucked Colin from underneath now. "I'm going to cum soon, Uncle. I can't take anymore. You ready for me? You want my cream?" Colin pointed his cock to the man's open mouth. "I'm cumming now!" he shouted and tightened his arse muscles around the pounding weapon. Colin came harder than during his first fuck of the day, and Uncle George sent his warm load into Colin's slightly sore arse. The man went on fucking the youngster while eating the cream he was offered. Colin ended close beside the old Highland hunter, and curled up in his arms. They must have relaxed for over an hour. George had put a blanket over them. "You okay, son? Ready for more celebration soon?" The church bells struck five. "Aye, I'm fine, but I'd like to have been in your arms for the rest of the day," Colin whispered and kissed Uncle George's cheek. "You take a shower. I'll help you with the kilt and the rest of your costume. I want to present you to the village." George was eager. "But how are you, Uncle George? I know you went to hospital. You were no weakling today, far from it." Colin had a hand around the man's half-hard cock. "The doctor told me to go on like always," the old man grinned. "I could live ten years more he said, or leave this earth tomorrow. That's life, son. That's life." George patted the lad's head. Colin suddenly had tears in his eyes. "Don't worry, Colin. I still get plenty of action. We have a new pizzaboy in town and he is a cutie. The new teacher is not happy with his young wife, so he turns up for a chat and some fun from time to time." George smiled. "But go along now. We can't let the guests wait for us, you know." He gave Colin a spank on his naked butt and sent him off to the bathroom. "It's been fantastic, Colin. A great afternoon. Sorry you didn't come with us." Charlie was full of eagerness. "Doug took your dad and me to a farm where they breed both Highland and Shetland ponies. I've been riding and had a great chat with the farmer." "I'm happy for you, very happy." Colin smiled. "And you look hot in your kilt." "Doug has worked with me the last hour to get it correct. It's a kilt he wore himself as a youngster. Not quite the correct tartan, he says, but I'm not at all familiar with this tartan business." Charlie turned around. "But how can you stay flaccid?" Charlie whispered. "I'm hard all the time when my dick rubs against the wool." Colin put his hand under Charlie's kilt and found his little stiffy. "Naked. Cool. I guess Doug loved that," Colin said with a grin. Charlie blushed, but then he put his hand under Colin's kilt. "No softness here either," he whispered. "How can I be soft when you turn up looking like a sexy Highland dancer?" Colin thumped Charlie's shoulder. "Look here, Colin." Charlie pointed on the silver kilt-pin he wore. "It's a MacGregor pin, more than hundred years old. Doug gave it to me. He gave me a kilt knife too, but it's a new one." "Don't call it a kilt knife or they'll get upset. It's called a skean dhu," said Colin. "You two really look good this evening." Bill came over and put an arm around his two `sons'. "You look stunning too, Daddy. I wish you wore the kilt more often." Colin smiled and winked at Charlie. They went into the village pub behind a very dressed up Uncle George. The guests were greeted by a grey-haired gentleman behind the bar. An exuberant lady led them to a solid table in the lounge part of the very traditional pub. Soon after she was back with the first round of beer. Colin ordered some ginger beer in solidarity with young Charlie. The guests and the birthday lad were in excellent mood when the supper was served. Uncle George had ordered a real traditional country pub supper, and the lady served them a superb beefsteak with chips, fried onions and green peas. Both Colin and Charlie, sitting beside Uncle George at the end of the table, asked for extra chips. Colin used a spoon to get the last of the sauce from the plate, but wished he could lick it clean. "Nearly as good as yours, Daddy." Colin smiled at Bill who was seated close to Charlie on the other side of the table. "Nice that you like our Highland food, Colin." Uncle George had his hand up inside Colin's kilt and patted his thigh. Colin moved closer to the man and spread his legs. The host for the evening did not hesitate, but gave Colin a soft massage on his balls before he found the lad's little stiffy. Colin made a small moan when uncle suddenly squeezed his cock and collected a wet drop. "Something wrong son?" Bill asked. "No, no, just very satisfied," the lad answered, looking at Uncle George who licked his finger. Just after that the youngster felt a hand on his other thigh. Boyd, the most talkative of the twins, found Colin's cock under the table, and gave him some small wanks. "Just wait for the birthday cake," he said. "You can't be fully satisfied yet!" Colin was horny, really horny, sitting between two men that secretly played with him under the kilt. "Kilts are very convenient," Colin said to Charlie afterwards. Two musicians had arrived in the pub, and were starting to organise their equipment. A young lady tuned her fiddle and a young boy was arranging a synth. Then a third guy, quite a bit older, entered the room with a guitar. Colin went pale when he saw the man. He looked at Charlie. He had seen the man too. Their eyes met. The `ghost' from the cottage, the bearded guy who had watched their morning fuck, and then wanked his own cock in front of them, was here in the pub entertaining. He was playing here at Colin's own party. Colin tried not to look straight at the guitar player, but the man was crossing the floor close to the table. Then he started to play, and sing, while the lady of the house brought in a huge birthday cake decorated with burning candles. She placed the cake on the table in front of the now blushing youngster. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to youÉ," was heard for the second time that day. All the guests in the pub stood up and saluted the 19 year old student. "You know this guitar player?" Colin whispered to Boyd when the song was done. "Aye, it's Neil, he's a cousin of ours, okay a second cousin, but we just say cousin up here. He runs a horse-breeding business outside town. He's a cool guitar player and singer as well. He's just back from Ireland. The girl and the young boy are Irish, I think!" After the candles were blown out, and after the cake was shared with as many as possible, Colin rested close to Uncle George. He was very, very happy, but a bit distracted by the bearded man from the morning. But young Charlie was in another world. He had Doug's arm around his shoulders while he followed the music. He joined in some of the songs, and even though he didn't know all the lyrics, he followed many of the old traditional pub songs. And when Colin, with his more rusty voice, gave his version of `I belong to Glasgow', Charlie was one big smile. The band changed to some newer melodies. 'I'm Gonna Be (500 miles)' was heard. Charlie could not sit still any longer. He left Doug's arms and rushed up to the band. The young boy gave Charlie the microphone, and with a voice far above a normal pub-goer's, he filled the pub with The Proclaimers' famous song. The applause and cheering at the end had everyone smiling. Colin wondered what his young friend was doing when he saw him whisper something to the guitar-man. They made some arrangements, and Charlie turned to the audience. "I would like to sing a song for the birthday kid. I haven't brought you any gift for the day Colin, so you will have to make do with a song. And since we have musicians from Ireland here tonight I choose my Irish favourite." Charlie's voice was clear and professional. "What has happened to the reluctant boy I met for the first time down in Newcastle some weeks ago?" Colin thought. Charlie took a small step forward, waited for the intro and then he sang: "Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. "The lad loves you, son," Uncle George whispered in Colin's ear. "Take good care of him." "I will, I will." Colin was hardly able to speak. He just hugged his young friend when he returned to the table. "Thank you, horse-boy. A beautiful gift." Colin wished he could have kissed him, but this was too public for the blushing youngsters. Colin looked at Bill's wet eyes. He knew that this was his Daddy's song too. "Another round. And something really strong this time!" Boyd went up to the bar and ordered beer and whisky. "No time for melancholy now," he said to Bill. "But I wish I was nineteen again." "Aye, nineteen and in love." Bill smiled and knocked back the whisky shot. The musicians took a break, and Colin followed the guitar-player's movements. When he saw the man walk into the old-fashioned toilet in the back of the pub, he winked to Charlie and the two managed to hurry through the tight standing crowd. Neil was alone by the zinc drain unzipping his tight cowboy jeans. His big cock was already visible when Colin and Charlie placed themselves beside him and lifted their kilts with one hand and found their dripping dicks with the other. "Roles changed eh?" Colin grinned. "But I do like what I see too." "Please let the morning show be our secret." Neil's voice was a bit uneasy. "No problem my friend, but you could give us something back you know." Colin looked at Charlie, and then he looked at the bearded man. The youngsters managed at last to get some piss out of their rock-hard cocks, but the man had started to tug his growing hard-on instead of pissing. "Okay guys, come with me." He opened a door beside the drain. There was a toilet there but also a sort of store. They all went inside and Neil locked the door behind them. "Please give me your cocks, guys," he said as he knelt in front of the boys. The two lifted the front of their kilts and pushed their hips forward. They wanted full service from the morning's onlooker. Neil had sucked cocks before. No doubt about that. And both the boys were horny. No doubt about that either. Colin and Charlie managed to stand very close, holding arms around each other. Neil gave them good service. He licked their balls, he licked their cockshafts and he sucked on their swollen cockheads. The boys could hardly stand, and both of them were close to cumming after just a few minutes. Charlie was the first to blow his load. Without a word, but with heavy groaning, he sent his young load into the kneeling man's mouth. With every spurt he pushed his hips forward. In a way he fucked Neil's mouth while he emptied his balls. Neil swallowed some of the spunk, but when he got Colin's dick inside his mouth, Colin felt his friend's warm liquid and he saw some of it dripping from the man's mouth down his beard. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Please suck me, suck my balls, suck me!" Colin deep-fucked the man's mouth with force. The man gagged a few times, but he took Colin's white cream. Colin put his hands on the back of the man's head and forced him to keep his dick inside. His mouth was filled with Colin's spunk. Neil rose and found Charlie's mouth and fed him with a combination of Colin's and Charlie's love-cream. Colin turned to his friend and before he was able to swallow the cum, he got his share. Three males licked their lips. "Give us your cock quick," Colin said. "We have to hurry back to the party soon." Colin unzipped the man and pulled down his underwear. He was all wet inside his tight pants, cum filled his tiny bikini briefs. He had cum already. "Too late guys, sorry. I couldn't hold it back. You're too damn sexy. Will you taste it? Please go on." Colin and Charlie licked the man-cream from his wet underwear, and they licked his semi-hard cock until the man nearly fell over. "I hope you have some more classic pub-songs," Colin whispered close to Neil's ears. "And thank you for the two shows today." Colin gave the young musician a quick kiss before the kilt-dressed youngsters hurried back to the table where they found the men busy with another round of beer. The small pub was filled with more guests, and everybody came up to Uncle George's table to meet Colin and toast his health. A young couple was really excited when they met Colin. The man was quite tipsy and hugged Colin before he pulled his blue jeans half way down and showed off his JustColin boxers, the type with a smiley on one buttock. "Got it from my bride," he howled, "She has a pair too, and she collects your sexy pictures you know." "Nice to meet you guys." Colin was suddenly shy as if he felt his modelling business improper here in the village. He blushed when he saw this straight youngster in `his' tight underwear not hiding anything. He was happy that the sporran covered his own growing cock. "Please give me your autograph, Colin." The young man got a pen from his girlfriend. He pulled his trousers all way down, turned around and showed off his round butt. Colin took the signal, used one hand to hold the fabric tight, then signed across the lad's arse. At the same time he felt a hand that followed his inner thigh all the way up to his balls; then the other leg, all the way up, inside the kilt, and stopped with his naked balls. Colin spread his legs. The warm hand cupped his balls, giving them a soft massage, before the hand found his boner and worked his foreskin. "Take care, folks." Colin tried to end the meeting with the young couple, but he had trouble speaking. Bill looked at him from the other side of the table, a bit worried, but he didn't knew what was going on under Colin's kilt. The fingers played with Colin's cockhead and collected the dripping cockspit from his hole. Then the now wet fingers slowly followed the boy's groin, and his lower arsecrack before it stopped with his love entrance. One wet finger found the way inside. Colin pushed back and gave the finger entrance. "Have another beer, guys." He waved to the couple that was leaving for the bar. "If you go on like this Boyd, you'll have to collect my spunk here in the middle of the pub. But please don't stop. Don't stop," he whispered into the most active twin's ear. Boyd had hoped for this access for the whole evening. "We will leave for home when the music ends Colin. I want to show you my new playroom," Boyd tried to communicate in the music-filled room. Colin looked at his friend Charlie. He was standing close to the other twin, close to Doug, on the other side of the table. Charlie had a dreaming face. Colin thought it was because of the music and the songs. His friend was doing soft dancing movements with his eyes focused on the singer. Then Colin saw Doug's hand working inside the horse-boy's kilt. Now he understood why his new friend was in the land of dreams. "I don't know what he did with my cum," Charlie told Colin on the way to the twins' house, but he made me spunk off while you wrote on that chap's boxers." The pub manager rang the bell and people hurried to the bar for the last beer of the evening. Colin saw that Charlie was standing beside Neil again and was handed the microphone. The newly wanked Newcastle youngster sang his `Amazing Graze' like a real professional. In many ways the lad had been the star of the evening at the birthday celebration in the old pub. Uncle George pulled him onto his lap when he came back to the table, and kept his arms around him until it was time to leave for a nightcap in the twins' house just down the main street. "Happy son?" Bill put an arm around Colin's shoulder when they left the pub. "Aye, Daddy, very happy and very horny," Colin grinned and put his small hand underneath his dad's kilt to squeeze his buttocks. To be continued