Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2017 14:52:32 +0000
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 69

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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 69


"That was amazing Colin. You are the best." Young Robin, son of editor
Klaus Sieger, hugged Colin when he came out from the dressing room in his
all-white JustColin bathrobe.

"Yes, you did a really good job today, but I think the jock you wore at the
last entrance is too sexy for the youth magazine." Mr Sieger grinned.

"You mean this one, sir?" Like a diva Colin let the robe drop to the floor
and showed off his naked body with the two-coloured jock from his new
`adult' collection. The jock was fully open at the back showing Colin's
naked, well-tanned, round butt. He was a sight; that was just what some of
the photographers around thought too.

"You really had me scared when the wire stopped, son. You didn't look very
comfortable then." Bill moved forward to hug his `son'.

"Aye, there was suddenly something wrong with the pulley, but they managed
to get the white angel down in the end." Colin smiled. "I really hope this
is not going to be my normal entrance in future."

"We will leave for Hamburg next," Mr Sieger said. "You have another hour of
social work here, kid. I can hear the girls screaming in front of the stage
so you must attend to them. Maybe I'll see you in Scotland later this
spring. I understand the company plans to shoot your new collection in one
of the castles there."

"May I go with you to Scotland then, Dad?" Robin seemed excited.

"We'll see. The trip to Berlin and Copenhagen was your present, you know."

"Would be nice to see you again, Robin," Colin said. Then he bent down and
whispered in the youngster's ear, "Your dick was the very best!" Robin
blushed.

"Have you seen Olav recently?" Colin looked at his dad. "I saw him around
earlier but he needs to leave for the airport very soon. If he turns up
please send him to my changing room. I have ten minutes until I must meet
the hordes." The professional model knew his duty.


"I'm sorry you have to leave Olav, but I understand your conference
continues in Oslo tomorrow." Colin had his arms tight around his Norwegian
`brother' inside the small changing room moments later.

"I'm happy that your dad sent me the ticket for the plane, and made it
possible for me to see your show." Olav kissed him.

"But you miss a night on the boat, looking at all the chicks, because of
it." Colin kissed Olav back.

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I can dream about our two days here in Copenhagen
instead." Olav put his arms inside Colin's robe and caressed him.

"When will I see you again, darling?" Colin had tears in his eyes.

"I hope uncle invites me to his `farewell-party' at the university. He
promised to think about it."

"And Daddy wants you to stay with him when you return to Scotland." Colin
let the robe fall. "I have no goodbye present for you," he said.

"Yes, you have." Olav went down on his knees, put his hands inside the
elastic waistband and stripped Colin of his only piece of clothing. Colin
presented, without touching himself, a hard-on, which he used like a tool
all over his buddy's face. The cock was leaving spots of pre-cum on Olav's
cheeks, on his forehead and on his lips before the young Norwegian opened
his mouth and took the cock inside. Colin let his friend do all the work
this time, and he did it well.

"Take my goodbye present, bro. I'm cumming!" Colin sent volley after volley
of white cream into his friend's mouth. With closed eyes, still on his
knees, Olav swallowed and swallowed before he again used his tongue to
clean the last drops of liquid from the still stiff cock.

"I'll keep this," Olav took Colin's jock and put it in his pocket after
giving it a short sniff. "The chicks out there will love you naked," Olav
helped his friend with the robe, then he left for a taxi to Kastrup
airport.

***


"Was Olav happy when he left?" Colin asked his dad. They were sitting in
the back of a taxi on their way to meet the Danish models and their father
north of Copenhagen. "Did he tell you about the sightseeing trip we had
today?"

"Aye, he said you had been to see Amalienborg, for the marble church and
the little mermaid, like all tourists have to." Bill looked straight ahead
but Colin saw that his dad had problems staying serious.

"Yes Daddy, we did. We saw all the attractions you did with Kyle and Archie
forty years ago. Strange isn't it?" Colin took Bill's hand. The taxi
stopped outside the nice and lively alternative playground to the Tivoli
Garden in Copenhagen - `Dyrehavsbakken.

***

It was still early evening when Bill and Colin walked along the path from
the amusement park to The Hermitage, the Kings' Hunting Lodge
overlookingʯresund. The beautiful landscape, the huge trees and the
calm evening were a huge contrast to the Tivoli and playground they just
left.

Colin took Bill's hand. "Why so calm, Daddy? I saw the looks you sent Ib
and Daniel. You would to fuck them, eh?" Colin squeezed his daddy's hand.

"Of course I would, if it was possible. You jealous? You want another
double fuck from them - like they gave you in Milan? Wasn't Olav good
enough for you this time?" Bill grinned and looked at his young lover.

"Olav was great. I'm sorry he had to leave so soon, but I'm happy you saw
him off. He's very fond of you, you know. Hope he gave you a kiss before he
left. I know he can be a bit shy in public." Colin had a warm feeling
thinking of his `pissbrother' and their adventures in Copenhagen that
morning.

Bill blushed and coughed thinking of the young man who had opened his jeans
for him in the back of the taxi letting his friend's daddy get easy access
to his dripping wet cock, while he with closed eyes had whispered "Colin,
Colin, Colin." Bill had wished that the journey to the airport would never
end.

"Did you like John?" Bill gently thumped Colin's shoulder. "A man to
satisfy your needs, eh? I saw you tenting beside him, and I saw the way he
looked at you."

"He's not as hot as you Daddy, but he will do if he has something big to
offer. You know these Vikings." Colin thumped Bill back. The old couples
that passed them on the footpath, smiled at the display of father and son
happiness. They might have thought differently if they had known what the
talk was about.

"We were to wait for them here." Colin stopped in the front of the little
castle. "John and the boys said they would meet us with the car just down
here. Their house is on the other side of the main road apparently."

"Hi Colin." Two tall young men came up to them. They each gave Bill their
hand.

"I'm Eric."

"And I'm Svend."

"We are to meet you and bring you to dad's house. Stupid, I didn't
say. John is our father."

"Ib and Daniel are our brothers." The two identical twins took turns
speaking.

"Wow," Colin whispered quietly to Bill, as they followed the two slim men
down to a waiting car. A third youngster, who hardly looked more than
sixteen came out of the car with a smile and greeted the two visitors with
a raised arm.

"Victor is taking lessons for his driving license," one of the twins said.

"And he is not to step out of the car," the other twin continued. "But sit
in the back now Vic, and please take the front seat, sir." The youngster
very politely opened the front door for Bill.

"We were all at your show today," said Victor who was close to Colin in the
back seat. "Damn. You were hot all of you. Fuck, I couldn't have stood nude
up there like you did."

"With your all day boner? I'd like to see that. And stop swearing like an
old sailor," one of the twins corrected the young one.

"So you are five brothers then?" Bill broke into the youngsters chatting.

"Yes, sir. We are. Five fighting brothers giving our father grey hair,"
Eric (Bill saw the name on his woven bracelet) said.

"And no sisters?" Bill asked.

"No girls in this house," Eric replied as he took a private road up to the
nice-looking house.

"But you still fuck the same girl, don't you?" Victor had a big grin.

"Shut up, and fuck your own ass," Svend responded as grabbed his young
brother's crotch.

John stood outside the house to welcome them. "You have met the whole
bunch, Bill. They are nicer than they sound. Welcome Colin, happy to have
you here. Hope the supper suited you well. There's real Danish food in that
tavern."

"Burning love! Wasn't that the name of the dish?" Bill smiled. "Fits my
son."

Colin had an answer ready, but stayed quite in front of the man he had only
known for a few hours. His stomach still felt full after two heavy portions
of mashed potatoes, fried onions and plenty of crispy light salted and
smoked pork.

"You all come with me, please. Ib and Daniel have some snacks ready and
will find some drinks for us." John ushered them into a huge sitting
room. All the walls were covered with paintings and photographs of his five
sons. "I call it my archive." John used his hand and pointed at the
walls. In front of one wall there was a statue of two nude young boys, cast
in bronze.

"The twins, about ten I guess. My final work at the academy," he said with
a sort of distant pride. "I started late." He looked at Bill.

"You're a painter, sir?" Colin asked. He was impressed, but also surprised
by all the partly nude paintings in a sitting room.

"That was my intention Colin, but I'm more of a photographer than a painter
these days." John looked at his youngest son who was about to comment on
the information. "And an impresario for these youngsters who try to sell
their bodies on the model market."

"Are you modelling too?" Colin looked at the twins and at young Victor.

"We are," Eric said while Svend just nodded. "But he's just fit for porn."
The latter pointed at his youngest brother.

"Svend! Behave!" John's voice was loving and tough at the same time. A door
opened from what must be the kitchen. Ib and Daniel entered with drinks and
snacks on trays.

"Why are you not dressed?" John raised his eyebrows. The two were still wet
haired and were only dressed in short white bathrobes.

"Sorry, but it took some time to get rid of the tape from the feathers," Ib
said. "Dirty stuff."

"Aye, I still have bits of tape all over my body," Colin commented.

"Why don't you have boxers on then? Hoping to act nude, eh? You love to
show off your bums for us. But I don't think you are as hot as Colin."
Young Victor suddenly blushed, looked at Colin, and held a hand in front of
his mouth.

"I guess you are dressed in your new Just Colin thongs, guys. Why don't you
show us? I haven't seen the sexy thong on anybody but myself." Colin looked
at Bill who could not take his eyes of the two boys.

Ib and Daniel used the sitting room as a stage and the carpet floor as a
catwalk. They started with the robes on, then they stripped off their robes
and presented their young bodies in nothing but the very minimal
two-coloured thong that was the first teaser from the Just Colin adult
collection. The twins screamed in delight and so did Victor.

Ib filled the front of his thong with his huge bulge and the younger Daniel
could not hide that he had a hard-on, probably not bigger than Colin's, and
with a wet point in the front. He tried to cover up with his hands, but in
vain.

"Lucky you," Victor suddenly said. "Wish I had a cock cover like
that. Would impress the ladies in town!"

"I have one for you," Colin said. "And I have one for you two as
well. Please pass my small bag, Daddy." Colin handed a small packet to each
of the boys.

"I'm sure you don't dare to put it on," Ib teased.

"You bet!" Victor was in the middle of the floor in a hurry. Ib and Daniel
placed themselves beside Bill on the sofa, still just in thongs, watching
their youngest brother doing a stripshow on a chair, better than any
professional. With his back to the audience he stripped his own boxers off
and replaced them with the thong he just received from Colin.

When Victor turned to the audience, they all saw a youngster with an
erection barely covered by the thin fabric in the thong. It was a
nicely-built seventeen year old model who had presented his goods. "You
next," he shouted to the twins who still had their gifts unwrapped.

"Stop this now, please." John's voice was very clear. "I know our guests
have an early flight tomorrow, and your mum is picking you up in half an
hour." John looked at his youngest son.

"I hope you guys will show Bill upstairs" John addressed Ib and Daniel. He
probably would like to see your portfolios as well."

"All of them?" Ib asked.

"Why not? He has seen you naked before as I understand." John grinned. "I
haven't asked, but I hope Colin will pose for a sketch and some photos as a
reminder of his days here in Copenhagen." John looked at Colin and turned
to Bill. Neither of them commented. The only person that looked
disappointed was Victor.

Colin winked at Bill when he followed the boys upstairs. John walked in
front of Colin and led him to a door in the back. Colin gasped when he came
into the room. The room was like a studio, or probably more a combination
of a studio and a sort of playroom. The walls in here were covered with
photos and paintings - only portraits, strange portraits, and only of the
sons in the house, mostly single shots, but some of the twins together.

John said nothing. He just followed Colin with his eyes. Colin was
wandering from wall to wall, from picture to picture. "Amazing," he
suddenly said. "Seems like I have seen all these expressions before." He
went on. "There is a sort of painful look in these photos, but lust as
well. Sort of a scream, like Munch's famous painting. You like Munch?"
Colin looked at John who remained quiet.

"I have seen Ib like this before," Colin said. He had stopped in front of a
portrait of the young man with wide-open eyes, open mouth and his head
thrown backwards.

"When did you see him like that?" John had a low voice.

"When he had a heavy orgasm beside me in the bed in Milan, when he and
Daniel double-fucked me. It was a crazy orgasm. He screamed like he was
hurt when he sent his spunk inside me." Colin met John's eyes. Then he
looked around. "These pictures are all about the boys spunking off. Isn't
that so? Crazy, but hot!" Colin was close to John. "You have sex with all
your sons, eh? Hot sex?"

"No, Colin. You misunderstand. I've never in my life touched any of them
sexually. They just pose for me. I picture them when they cum. Or to be
more exact, just in the seconds before they cum. That's the moment of an
orgasm where a man or a boy is just between pain and lust, as you just
said." John was lecturing. Colin was suddenly rock hard; his cock waited
for a continuation.

"How can youÉ?" Colin was interrupted by John.

"I just let them jerk off for me. I have the best control then. Ib is not
satisfied with just a handjob, so he use to bring a friend to suck him."

"And the twins. You have some portraits of them together?" Colin was
suddenly more than curious.

"I guess they have played with each other since the day they were born, so
no problem for them to synchronise." John talked as if this was just
technique, but Colin saw that his host changed colour and from time to time
adjusted something in his trousers.

"But when I'm spunking I shoot my load all over both body and head. There's
no spunk in these portraits." Colin made another round of the room. "You
try to tell me that you never take dirty pictures of them?"

"I'll show you something, Colin. Come here, please." John opened some huge
drawers. "I have done something I call `double portraits'. You will
understand why."

Colin found the same portraits as the ones on the walls, and many more, and
beneath some of them a photo of a shooting or dripping cock, or a body
drenched in spunk.  "I do them in black and white," John said, "Looks less
pornographic I think."

"And you sell naked pictures of you sons?" Colin seemed free to ask since
the man had been quite open about what he did.

"No, no. Only the portraits are for sale. I make a lot of different prints,
even some etchings. You will find them in art stores all around
Copenhagen. But these are just for my own pleasure." He locked the drawer
and turned the key.

"I guess they are!" Colin thought. The young devil wanted action. "And now
you want me to jack off for you, eh? So you can have a new portrait for
your collection." Colin grinned.

"If you are willing," John said. "Many boys like to show off in front of a
camera. I thought perhapsÉ"

Colin went up to John, very close, opened two buttons of his shirt, and
placed a hand on the man's hairy chest. "I'll undress for you sir, if you
undress too. I have wanted to see your naked Viking body since I met you
yesterday. You look like a real hunk sir, and I would love to please you."
Colin tugged John's curly body hair before he opened more buttons and
stripped the man from his shirt. John did not protest. John displayed a
well-trained, hard and muscular body. Colin could not but place his face
close to the taller man's body. He smelled like a real man. Colin's cock
was pumping and dripping inside his tight thong and when he pressed his
hips forward John did not move.

"Colin, dear, your dadÉ" John started on a sentence and then, as if he
had woke up from a dream, he placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and made
a distance between them.

"My daddy's occupied, John. Four guys should show him their portfolios, eh?
You think he is going to be satisfied just looking at pictures? You don't
know my man, sir. I think you are two of a kind." Colin took John's arms
and placed them around his much smaller body. "Make me happy, sir. Undress
me, please."

John unzipped Colin's fake leather jacket, then he lifted his arms and
stripped the tiny tank top off him. The man's huge hands wandered over the
youngster's warm and young, but at the same time, hard body.

"I hear tell that you are a tough guy, Colin. All my boys are softies,
taking after their mother I think," he said more to himself than to Colin.

"Tough enough. You want to try me. Bite my nipples, sir. Make me cry!"
Colin grinned.

John did not hesitate. He used his tongue around Colin's erect nipples,
tasted the brown coronas before he, without warning, used his teeth on the
boy's nipples. Colin let out a short scream, not because it hurt, but more
because of the wet tickling. His eyes went wet and John looked at him,
unhappy. "Did I hurt you, son? I didn't mean to." Colin just smiled and
opened John's belt, unzipped him and let his jeans fall to the floor. The
American-style loose underwear tented, telling him that the grown up man
was well-hung and ready for play.

John went on his knees and pulled down Colin's tight jeans. The boy was
wearing the same thong as the other models in the house. John placed his
nose in front of Colin's wet crotch and sniffed while he placed his hands
on Colin's two naked buttocks.

The photographer seemed to remember what he was going to do, so he stood up
and suddenly took control. "Please let me start by taking a photoset of you
in underwear," he said. "I guess your new brand still is a secret, so I
don't want to make you any trouble. If you go to the big closet you find
all the boys' modelling stuff. Please find a tight bikini or
something. I'll arrange the sofa into a bed. Clean white sheets against
your tanned skin will look hot." Again he talked more to himself than to
his young model.

Colin found a favourite, some pairs of low cut boxer-briefs. He took the
smallest pair he found, guessing it was Victor who had worn it last. He
knew that when stretched the fabric would be see-through. He pulled his 4
inch (10 cm) stiff cock upwards, pointing to his naval. He pulled his
foreskin back to present a visual glans, before he adjusted his tiny
balls. Then he lay down on the waiting bed, put his arms behind his head,
spread his legs and lifted his knees a little. He was ready for the
photographer, who swallowed behind his camera.

***


Ib and Daniel pushed Bill down on the bed in their upstairs room. With them
dressed only in their thongs Bill had trouble concentrating on the pictures
they wanted to show him. Daniel climbed behind Bill in the bed. On his
knees he started to give Bill a neck and upper back massage. Bill lowered
his shoulders and tried to relax as much as he could do with a half-hard
cock that longed for young meat.

"Let me see the secret version of the pictures too. I do like your formal
pictures very much, but I remember you fully naked in Italy." Bill was very
close to the two young models.

"Dad doesn't want the pictures to be dirty as he says. He doesn't want to
make porn out of his pictures." Ib opened an envelope with a set of nude
pictures, very erotic, and very sexy, but no erections and no spunking.

"But I know he keeps some very dirty ones for himself," Daniel supplied.

"How dirty?" Bill had to check out what Colin was into downstairs.

"His number one pleasure is to picture us when we jack off in front of the
camera." Daniel lifted Bill's arms and pulled off his sweater and his
t-shirt before he moved his hands down to tease Bill's nipples and his
trimmed body hair.

"You have sex with him then?" Bill was uncertain how much he really wanted
to know.

"Never!" The two stated. "He has his friends and his clubs, but we have
never been a part of that."

"But you model for him often?" Bill asked.

"Quite often, but Victor is his favourite model just now," Daniel answered
as he covered Bill's naked back with his own hot body. The nearly sixty
year old stallion was excited like a teenager and had problems sitting
still.

"May I make you more comfortable, sir?" Ib put his hands on Bill's
belt. The man said nothing, but lifted his hips from the bed and let the
youngster free him from both his trousers and his socks. The black boxers
did not cover his monster dick, now hard and dripping. Ib put a hand on
Bill's crotch.

"These boys knew what they wanted," Bill told Colin afterwards. "They
checked me out and started the foreplay without asking."

Ib whined like a young kid when he buried his face in Bill's bulge. At the
same time there was a light knocking on the door, and without waiting for
an answer, the twins came into the room. Bill was not surprised by their
visit; he had seen the signs all four gave when he was followed
upstairs. But he was surprised that they were almost naked, just wearing
the small thongs Colin handed them downstairs. Ib and Daniel whistled.

"You look like monkeys with all that hair," Daniel stated. "Why didn't you
shave as you normally do?"

"You look great, boys. I love youngsters with body hair from time to
time. Of course my preference is for these kid-like guys." Bill caressed
the two beside him in bed. "But you are very sexy too." Bill had to admit
that it was strange to see young models with dark hair between their chest
muscles, and a dark path from their bush to the naval.

"We are doing a job for Danish TV at present," one of the twins said. "We
are to be naked soldiers lining up for a physical inspection."

"I don't think any men shaved their body hair in 1884," the other twin
added.

"Let me inspect you then, come on. Your dicks tell me that you are not here
just for modelling." Bill was at bit uncertain about these boys who had
told him downstairs earlier that they played with girls or with `a
girl'. But he thought to himself that this was a unique possibility to play
with all the Danish guys while Colin was occupied with their father.

The two recent arrivals placed themselves beside each other close to the
bed. Bill used both hands to cup the balls and cocks in front of him. He
gave them a cock massage like Colin's roomy Kenny loved. And like him, the
pair closed their eyes and pushed the crotches forward.

Bill looked at Ib and Daniel. "Strip them, guys." The pair grinned, went
behind their brothers and stripped them of their thongs. Close to his face
Bill saw two very stiff cocks, not small, not huge, but very normal and
very sexy, pointing out from dark, hairy bushes. Bill cupped their naked
balls, not much hair on them, and he wanked them very lightly. There was a
difference, the first difference Bill could see between the two. The one
had foreskin rolled up behind his glans; the other looked almost like he
had been cut.

"My nanny bit the skin off me when she taught me to wank." The one
grinned. He saw Bill was looking. "So now my brother has to lend me some
skin."

"Show me then." Bill hardly knew what he said.

"Yes sir, but we will like to see your cock too sir. The boys have talked
about it ever since their visit to Italy." Svend was the most talkative of
the twins.

"Really? I hope I won't disappoint you then, guys. I'd love you to do more
than watch though. Will you do a docking for me now please, and spread your
legs so I can inspect your hairy cracks." Bill used his hands to let the
two cocks meet, before he used his fingers to follow the arsecracks before
stopping outside two warm tight entrances.

The twins had done this many times before and soon the foreskin from the
one covered the other cockhead. Very soon it turned into a double wank. The
pair were playing in front of Bill with closed eyes and they both moaned
when Bill used some pressure on their arse entrances.

Ib and Daniel were on their knees looking at the show with open mouths. Ib
had released his 8 inch (20 cm) long spear from the thong and was wanking
with hard strokes. Daniel tugged and tugged his balls and tiny cock inside
the thong. He was wet, almost like he had pissed on himself.

Bill lay down on the bed, put his hands above his head and spread his legs
a little. It was a very obvious invitation. The twins were the first and,
without hesitation, they stripped Bill from his boxers. Svend put the wet
spot close to his nose and sniffed eagerly before he let his brother
continue. Bill's 9.5 inch (24 cm) long and very thick cock was like a steel
rod. Bill felt that his erection was nearly painful. Daniel was the first
to dive into Bill's crotch. He licked his way from the balls to the
cockhead, and without any more invitation, he took the huge cockhead into
his small mouth. Ib took care of Bill's balls and tried to put the nuts
into his mouth. The man moaned with lust.

"Be careful guys or you will empty me before the show starts." Bill tugged
the boys' hair and nearly lifted them. "Who's begging for cock?"

"I am!" Ib and Daniel both cried.

"Okay, on your hand and knees then, let's take a look at your rosebuds,"
Bill said as he placed the two side by side and spread their legs. Ib's
long stiff cock was dripping, while Daniel's tiny prick and hard balls were
hardly seen. Bill used both hands to make a full inspection of the cocks,
the balls and the butts before he gave both of them some rather heavy
spanks.

"You beg me, eh? You really want me to ride you, both of you?" The white
butts had got some pink marks. The boys nodded. "I didn't hear an answer."
Bill gave them another light spank.

"Please fuck me, sir," Ib responded.

"Me too, sir," Daniel continued.

"Okay," Bill turned his head to the twins. "You open them for me."

The two hesitated. "But we have neverÉ."

"Open them for me, use your fingers and your tongues. Loosen then for my
spear." Bill had a huge hand tight around his dripping cock. The cockhead
was a deep purple-red.

Bill was pleased to see that the twins were very familiar with rimming and
finger-fucking and soon both the boys had felt a brotherly tongue inside
them.

"Come close to me," Bill ordered the twins. He grabbed a tube of cream from
the bedside cabinet and greased up the twins' cocks. Then he rubbed a large
portion of cream in and around the two opened arseholes. "Now, use your
cocks to open them properly, but leave the real fucking to me okay." Bill
let the twins kneel behind their brothers. Ib took the cut cock without
problems. Daniel's virgin-looking arsehole tightened up instead of
opening. "Open up, kid." Bill gave him another spank. The lad pushed his
hips back and took the cock inside his sphincter.

"Now bottom in them, and keep your cocks fully inside, steady now, stay
inside. Good boys. Good boys. Think of your girl now. Grow and become
bigger. Much bigger. Think about the feeling of eruption, but don't
fuck. Stay still and keep inside." Bill licked his two long fingers and put
them into the twins' tight arses. They both howled. Bill felt that he was
in virgin territory, but he pushed all the way inside and tried to find the
lads' love-buttons.

"Just be quiet. You asked for this, remember? And stay still, no
movement. You are not allowed to fuck your brothers you know, just open
them for me." Bill put some light pressure on their prostates. "Now Ib, you
first. Tighten your arse muscles, and Daniel, do the same. But don't move."
Bill pressed the twins' bodies tight against the bodies in front of them.

Svend was the first to get an orgasm. He whined like a girl. Bill felt the
lad's whole body contract, again and again. Bill eased the pressure on his
prostate and Svend filled his brother with his milk. Seeing the action from
his brother sent Eric over the edge. Without a movement but with an alpha
roar, he emptied himself. Bill saw that Eric's hairy balls contracted every
time he spurted.

"Good job, guys, really good jobs. Now withdraw carefully. Let your warm
milk stay inside." Bill slowly pulled his fingers from the two
arseholes. He saw two wet spots on the sheet below the youngster boys. He
knew that even they had been close to cumming. "Now turn around, let the
twins hold your legs, and lift your hips from the bed."

Ib was the first to take Bill's cock inside. He did it without a sound. The
huge man-cock was met by a hole full of spunk and the cock went all the way
to the bottom without resistance. "Please fuck me hard now, sir. I have
waited for this moment since Milan," Ib said as he closed his eyes. But the
fuck was quite short. Bill managed only four or five hard thrusts before
the youngster started to shoot his load. Ib's spunk hit the one twin
holding him, then he hit his face, and his own body.

"Feed him." Bill looked at the twin, pulled out carefully and moved his
cock into position behind the much tighter youngster. Bill saw tears in
Daniel's eyes. "Are you sure you want me? Are you ready for this?" Bill
asked.

"Please, sir. I want you, sir. I want it so much," Daniel almost stammered.

"Open his hole for me. Use both hands," Bill looked at the one twin, who
made the pink hole stretch. A lot of white milk dripped from him. Very
direct, but carefully as well, Bill breached Daniel's his sphincter. Daniel
smiled up at him, but Bill took a long time to bottom in him. He moved in
small steps each time. Then he rested.

"Now do as you did with your brother. Fuck me with your arse muscles!" Bill
smiled back at Daniel. Then Bill was the one to be surprised; one hand
squeezed and tugged his balls, and two fingers found their way into the
grown-up man's own arse.

The sweet boy in front of him, with the stiff prick that reminded him of
the young Colin, and the treatment from one of the twins was too much. In
the next five minutes the youngster shot his cum again and again, and Bill
had an orgasm like a teenager deep inside the tight hole.

When the four youngsters afterwards caressed his hot body and even cleaned
his cock, Bill had to admit that this Copenhagen visit had been even hotter
than the one he remembered forty years ago.

***


"Nice Colin, very nice. You don't need any instruction, but I need some
more light. I want a close-up of your nuts. They are very hard and round,
showing nicely through the fabric." John moved very close with his
camera. "Can you push your cock up even more? You have a nice cock there,
boy. Yes, just like that. I see a tiny wet spot as well, but we can fix
that." John talked to a smiling Colin who thought this was fun compared to
the dirty porn he had taken part in in the past.

"Wish my dick had been like Ib's," Colin said. "My doctor at home says I
will always be small-dicked."

"Ib is big yes, but he will never be a fucker. He is hot though, yes, I
agree. But your cock is rock hard, I can see that. Guess you can still
satisfy anyÉ girl." John spoke as he shot a lot of close-ups.

"I use my tongue in theÉholes." Colin licked his lips and then
grinned. He was flirting with his photographer and found a new position.

"Yes, good. That's fine, Colin." John went to the front again. Colin pushed
the small underwear down his thighs and spread his legs even more. His
naked balls were on display but his cock was still covered. "Great, best
teaser ever. Just give them a little, just make them curious." Again John
talked to himself.

"Put your hands above your head again son, and open up a bit more. Yeah,
that's it. Perfect, we have the shadow of your cock now, but nobody can see
you are stiff. Very professional, Colin. Nice, nice." John took tens and
tens of pictures.

"Then the last one, fully nude I think. Let's make it look sexy, but
innocent. Turn your lower body from the camera, but look at me. Yes,
good. Put one finger in your mouth. Great. Then lift your one leg and give
me free sight to your balls, and give me your butt, the best ever seen,
Colin. You have the bottom of a prince. You could sell any underwear all
over the world. The big companies will fight for your body." John had to
adjust the stiff dick inside his baggy boxers.

"But now I want you to fuck me, sir. Isn't that a part of the deal?" Colin
threw his underwear away and lay down like a waiting slut, wanking his cock
with hard long movements, and licking his lips with his tongue.

"You want me, sir? You have wanted me ever since you saw me yesterday,
haven't you? Thinking it was only fair after daddy fucked your young stars
in Milan." Colin was whispering.

"No. Yes. Em," John stammered. "It has nothing to do with your Dad. He was
very good to my kids. But, I want you, yes, but I don't usually have sex
with my models."

"I'm not your model any longer, sir. I'm your slave now and you are my
master. I want you to dominate me. I want you to be rough with me, and I
want you to make me cum the hard way. I will give you the orgasm pictures
you need, but I also need your big cock, your big man-cock deep inside
me. I want you to deep-fuck me." Colin looked at the huge, thick, dark
brown, mushroom-headed cock that now pointed at him through the opening in
the boxers.

In one movement Colin fell on his knees, pulled down John's boxers, put the
hands on the man's buttocks, and let the cock fill his mouth. John took
some more photos before he placed the camera on a table and took hold of
Colin's head. Before he knew what was happening, Colin had the man's more
than 8 inches (20 cm) of quite thick cock, deep down his throat. Colin felt
that John was usually very passive; he understood that he had to encourage
him to be rougher. And the young model wanted some really hard action now.

"Did you see the small bag I brought?" Colin looked at the man who had
trouble breathing normally.

"You mean this?" A young voice was heard. Colin looked to the side. Young
Victor was there, still in his Just Colin thong, but with the cockhead
above the waist ribbon. Colin thought he had a huge cock for a small
guy. The youngster handed him the bag.

"Didn't your motherÉ?" John was puzzled.

"I called her off. Could not miss this show," Victor said with a huge grin.

"Ok, guys. Then you both have to serve me. Strip off, Victor. You see what
the dress code is here!" Colin put his hands on the thong and stripped the
young teen without waiting. Victor showed off the family's biggest
weapon. The young teenager was shaved completely smooth, his balls were
hard, and his erection was a dream of a cock almost 10 inches (25 cm) long,
but very thin. His cockhead was wet. From the fingermarks Colin could see
that this boy had been wanking hard for quite some time. "So kiddo, you
have been here all the time, or upstairs maybe," Colin said. He squeezed
the youngster's balls with one hand and pinched his cockhead with the
other. Victor just grinned.

Colin went over to the wall, a wall with wall bars. He placed his back
against the bars, stretched his hands over his head and spread the
legs. "Bind me! Bind me tight! Be tough with me, master," Colin said as he
bowed his head.

John looked at the ropes hanging on the bars and started to bind
Colin. "Must be your first time," Colin thought, as the man seemed unsure
of what to do.

"Let me do this, Papa." Victor took care of the ropes, and it became clear
that this was not his first binding job.

"Open the bag, please," Colin whispered. A long slimy thread of pre-cum was
dripping from his iron-hard cock. Victor caught it with his forefinger and
licked on it. "Some heavy instruments there you'll see; my birthday present
from a Norwegian Viking. There are some tough guys up there." Colin leaked
another clear drop from his piss-slit. Victor fell on his knees and took
care of the pre-cum with his tongue. Out of the corner of his eyes, Colin
saw John with the camera.

Young Victor did not need any more instruction. The ball divider and
cockring was of little use because of Colin's erection, but the youngster
found the ring he could tighten around Colin's cock root, and he did it
well. He pinched the now blood-red glans with his fingernails. Colin
moaned. "This young devil was not doing his first SM job," Colin later told
Bill in the taxi home to the hotel.

Victor found the small packet containing steel pinches and looked closely
at the mechanism. Soon he found out how to tighten the screws.

"Work my nipples, master." Colin looked at John who lowered the camera. He
went up to Colin and kissed his tits, before he sucked and bit the erect
nipples until they were puffy.

"Enough Papa. Look here!" Victor placed the steel pinch on the left
nipple. Colin screamed and he had tears, but his cock was still pumping
clear pre-cum. The lad placed the other pinch on the right nipple. Colin
just gritted teeth this time. Victor gave the third pinch to his father
before he went down on his knees again and tugged Colin's ballsack. "Put it
here!" The youngster ordered. Again Colin screamed, but despite the
cockring, there was a wet spot on the stone floor.

Victor found the last item in the bag, a cock whip with a handle like a
dildo. He put the handle in his mouth, spat on it and gave it some wanking
movements. Then he went up to Colin and placed it close to his
arsehole. "You want this, Colin?" The voice was not tough anymore. The
youngster hesitated.

"Yes, young master. Fuck me please," Colin not more than whispered. Again
John lifted the camera. Victor did two things at the same time. He pushed
the dildo-like handle into Colin and fucked him with short strokes. At the
same time he covered Colin's red glans with tight lips and a rotating
tongue. The sound from Colin was more lust than pain, his whole body
trembled. Anyone who had seen a boy's orgasm coming would have recognised
what was about to happen.

"Whip me! Whip my cock. Please master. Let me cum, Let me cum! I can't wait
any longer." Colin was begging. Through wet eyes Colin saw cock-whipping
was new for Victor, but the strokes on his cock grew harder for every
try. Colin bent his head back, with eyes filled with lust and pain, and he
gave John the portrait picture he wanted. "I'm cumming!" he cried. "I'm
cumming!" The kneeling Victor received Colin's spunk, all over his face and
his upper body; the Scottish cream drenched him.

"Suddenly John was not a photographer any more. He freed Colin of the
pinches and his cockring, he untied him, and he carried him to the
sofa. Colin had kept his hard-on after the hands-free spunking and was
ready for his master.

"Please give me your cock now, sir. I need a real cock inside me," Colin
whispered.

"Open him for me, Vic. Show me how you fuck all the girls you brag about."
John lifted Colin's legs up, pushed them back towards his head and spread
them. Colin hips were lifted from the bed. "And stop wanking for God's
sake, your prick will become skinless. Use the lotion," instructed John.

Victor greased up his stiffy, a real spear for a young man. Then he placed
the end of the lotion tube inside Colin's arsehole and nearly filled
it. The penetration from the thin cock was a very fast one. Victor bottomed
Colin in seconds; the thin cock going easily all the way inside. But Colin
moaned when the cock was fully inside. He felt very filled up, and he felt
his own cock was ready for action again. The young lad fucked Colin with
long stokes, and rotated when he was fully inside. Colin could have cum
again, but he hoped for a real manly stuffing.

"Enough, Vic. Let me. You have never seen me fuck, have you? Unless maybe
you have done some spying, eh? But now I'll show you what a real guy can
take." John let his youngest son hold Colin's legs.

"No need for more cream here," John spoke to himself again. He placed the
head of his man-cock outside Colin's rosebud. He hesitated. "But can you
take my rough cock, son? I don't want to hurt your beautiful arse."

"Please just fuck me, master. I'll take your cock. Mount me. Do me
good. I'll cum for you again." Colin did it his way. He opened up and
pushed back. Before John knew what was happening his dick was inside
Colin's sphincter.  Colin screamed. This cock was big. He was stretched
even more than when his own daddy fucked him. "Like the last fuck on stage
in Hong Kong," Colin told Bill later.

"Please just wait a little, sir." Colin breathed deeply. After a minute he
looked John directly in his eyes. "Now bottom in me, sir. Give me your
monster." John pushed slowly. Colin felt how his glans was harder and
harder. Colin thought about last time he was filled by a mushroom cock. Joe
on The Canaries last year. He had a cock like this.

John was close already. "Take it easy, master. Take your time. Please kiss
me, sir." Colin put a hand around John's neck. The man's lips found
Colin's. For the first time he kissed another man in front of his
son. Young Victor blushed.

"Now fuck me hard, sir," Colin said, "Really hard! And give me your cock in
my mouth, Victor. You need further relief, I think. Not your first this
evening, eh?" Colin looked at the youngster who still had his cum on his
face and on his upper body.

John tried to cool down. He gave Colin a very hard ride, but slowly,
slowly. He brought Colin to the edge again and again. Colin was not able to
react as he had Victor's cock all the way down his throat. Colin was about
to cum again, and now he used his arse muscles to slow John's
movements. John howled like a dog, and pushed his cock as far into Colin as
possible. Then he started his eruption. He moaned with every shot, and
young Victor looked at him with both surprise and lust. Colin was not
satisfied; again he had been close to a new orgasm and then been stopped.

John pulled out. His grown-up milk flowed in a stream from Colin's open
arse. Victor withdrew as well, and hurried behind Colin. Again he mounted
the youngster with his hurricane cock. And this time he was rewarded. Colin
used his muscles again and locked Victor's cock inside. Then he howled like
John, and managed another, "I'm cumming!" before he drenched himself with
more watery spunk this time. Victor had done the job. He pulled out his
almost 10 inches (25 cm) and gave his cock some last wanks before he sent
his young cream, like strings of sugar candy all over Colin. Without
hesitation he fell on his knees beside his Scottish visitor and licked his
body, his face, his balls and his cock. Colin was all clean.

"Master, let me clean you," Colin reached out for John's half-hard cock and
cleaned him like the well trained `slave' he was.

"The sex pictures are for your cabinet only, promise?" Colin was on his way
to the shower beside the studio, hand in hand with Victor.

"I promise! But what about the portrait?" John sounded disappointed.

"Send one to Daddy. He will decide." Colin grinned. "If it's not good
enough I'll be back in Copenhagen during summer. Maybe you would like to
take another then?"

"Sure. I would like to take a new one anyway. But may I use the camera in
the shower now?" The naked photographer followed behind the two
youngsters. Colin just smiled when he held the door open to let the nearly
begging man follow them inside.

***


"Will you be home for the weekend?" Bill asked. Colin and his daddy were
waiting for the luggage at Glasgow airport.

"It's been a great trip to Berlin and Copenhagen, but now I need to catch
up with my class work. And I would love to come home next Saturday, Daddy."
He looked around and gave Bill a small kiss. "The rugby trip to Dublin is
postponed for two weeks. Kenny told me yesterday, so I would love to have a
lazy weekend with you."

"Well..." Bill was trying to hide a small smile.

Colin knew something was being kept secret. He saw the smile lines around
Bill's eyes and said, "Tell me."

"I have invited a visitor on Saturday night and I've asked him to stay
over. Think you will like to meet him." Bill smiled.

Colin knew there was no point in asking who had been invited. Bill wouldn't
tell.


To be continued