Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2019 20:24:25 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 89 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his older lover and other men. Comments always welcome and feedback encourages us to write more. All emails to colin4men@gmail.com will be answered. COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES Chapter 89 Colin accelerated to get closer to the car in front. Suddenly a figure hung out of the other car and started shooting at him. Colin swerved from side to side, dodging the bullets, as he caught up with the shooting car. "Switch that game off. We're almost there," said Bill. Colin switched off his new toy and looked up. "I don't really see the point of computer games but it was nice of Mr Reynard to give me the present. He winked and added, "You know what kind of games I like." Colin was excited about being on his way to shoot another porn movie. It was to be a bdsm movie this time and he would be paired with Rusty, a 45 year old man he had met briefly while shooting the watersports movie some months earlier. They hadn't spoken but Colin remembered the tall, stern-looking, bearded man and what Aaron, a fellow performer, had said about him - "Rusty has a nice, thick cock and can keep going for ages." "You have been very quiet this morning. Not nervous, are you?" Bill asked. They were on a train on their way to the film studio in East London. "No, Dad. Excited more than nervous," replied Colin. "I like working with Don, as you know." "I know." Bill had always been a little jealous of Don, even though he knew deep down that he had no reason for this feeling. Colin might enjoy sex with other men but everyone knew he loved only Bill. Well, he loved his young Norwegian friend and piss-brother Olav and his university roommate Kenny but that was a different kind of love. "What about this Rusty guy? Do you know much about him?" Bill asked. "Not really. However one of the young guys I spoke to last time said he enjoyed working with him," replied Colin. "Well, you know I will be in the studio with you and I won't let him go too far," said Bill. "I know, Dad." Colin smiled and squeezed Bill's hand. "This is our station." Bill and Colin were hardly inside the building when they met Claire, the mature lady who owned the studio. "I heard you were coming in today," she said, smiling at them. "It's good to see you both again. Let me get you a coffee, Bill." She looked at Colin and added, "I bet you just want to meet your fellow performer." Colin nodded, blushing slightly. "Yes, ma'am." Claire shouted for Don who came rushing in and greeted Bill and Colin. "Get Colin organised, Don. And give us a shout when you're about to start filming. I'm taking Bill for a coffee." Claire gave her orders and left, dragging Bill with her. Don led Colin into the changing room where Rusty was sitting reading a newspaper. "Hey Rusty, your co-star has arrived. You remember Colin, don't you?" Rusty looked over at Colin and gave a nod. "I remember pissing all over your face," he said. "You have come back for more?" "I'm hoping you are able to satisfy my boy-cunt this time," Colin retorted, "but I can take whatever you want to give me." "Be nice to each other, boys," said Don. "I'm only teasing." Rusty smiled and then winked at Colin. Colin thought the man looked better when he smiled. He winked back and said, "Yeah? Well, I was serious about wanting a good, hard shag." That caused both Don and Rusty to laugh. "Down to business then," said Don as he turned to Colin. "There's no story this time - just sex. We have set up a sort of SM dungeon in the studio and your only `costume' is a pair of briefs. We've made some cuts in them so that Rusty can rip them off easily once you've been tied up. Rusty will take charge. Any questions?" "Not really," replied Colin. He looked up at a Rusty and asked, "Were you told that I like to my nipples worked over?" "Yes, and that you can take quite heavy punishment," Rusty answered. "I won't be too hard on you though," he added with a smile. "You can be as hard as you like when fucking me," said Colin. "And if you feel like pissing over me at the end, just go for it." Don looked at Rusty. "You know the approximate time allowed so try and stick to it. Okay?" Rusty nodded his agreement and then Don turned to Colin. "You want to plan the action with Rusty?" "No, I think I'd prefer to let Rusty make all the decisions. As long as it includes some nipple play and ends with a hot fuck, I'll be happy," replied Colin. "Okay, you go and get changed and I'll get the crew in," said Don. Colin and Don went off to the changing room. Colin switched to the thin white briefs provided for him and Rusty wore leather shorts and leather boots with heels that made him tower over Colin even more than before. "Are you going to look all mean and nasty in front of the camera?" Colin asked. "What do you think?" Rusty snarled at him. Then he burst into a huge smile. "We will give them a good show, won't we?" "We will," Colin replied with a grin. "Master!" Colin wasn't surprised to see Mr Morton, the director of the porn movie company, among the small group gathered to watching the filming. He had discussed the man's request to amend his contract with Bill and they both agreed that distribution to a wider market was out of the question in view of Colin's plan to become a teacher. However making a few more porn movies was possible if the terms were right. The lights were set up, the sound guy was ready and the two camera men were waiting for instructions. Colin waved at Bill and then waited for his cue. "Action!" Don shouted. Colin staggered forward under Rusty's push. "You wanted a good workout, boy. You are going to get one," Rusty said with a sneer on his face." Colin tried to look nervous as he looked around at the bondage equipment and at the whips and floggers on the wall. "I don't...erm, please don't hurt me," he said. "I'll do what I want," said Rusty, pushing Colin towards the centre of the room. "Now stand there." Colin stood and watched as two chains were lowered from the ceiling and then he allowed Rusty to attach his wrists to the leather cuffs attached to the chains. Rusty kicked Colin's legs further apart and then knelt to fix Colin's ankles to a spreader bar. "That's looks good already," Rusty said as he stood back to admire his handiwork. "Just one more thing," he added before stepping forward and ripping the briefs from Colin. Colin gasped loudly. "You can't..." One of the cameras panned down Colin's body as he spoke, zooming in momentarily on the flaccid penis and trimmed pubic hair. Rusty slapped Colin's face. "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do," he said firmly. "You said you wanted to submit to a big strong man so I make the decisions. Understand?" "Yes, sir," replied Colin. "Address me as Master, boy," snarled Rusty. "Sorry, Master. Yes, Master." Colin looked scared at this point. Rusty stepped forward and ran his fingers over Colin's nipples. "These big, juicy boy-tits need some attention," he said. Then he took them between his fingers and thumbs and twisted them hard. Colin wailed but his cock began to stiffen. Rusty reached into the back pocket of his shorts and pulled out a pair of nasty-looking nipple clamps. Light flashed on the jagged teeth of the stainless-steel clamps as Rusty held them up in front of Colin. "No, please Master!" Colin begged and then he howled as Rusty clamped one on Colin's left tit. Bill looked at Mr Morton, a frown on his face as he opened his mouth to complain. "Don't worry. They are not as viscous as they look," Mr Morton whispered. "The inside - where it actually touches the nipple - is soft rubber." Relieved, Bill turned back in time to catch Colin make a louder noise as a clamp was attached to his right nipple. "He's a great actor," Bill said to himself. "You complain but your tiny boy-cock likes it." Rusty flicked at Colin's cock as he spoke and Colin winced. "Do you like having your arse whipped too?" Colin shook his head but Rusty had already moved towards the wall where he selected a small leather flogger with multiple strands. "There's a lot more than nine tails on that cat," Colin said to himself and then he had to concentrate on not smiling when Rusty came towards him with an evil look on his face. Rusty caressed Colin's smooth, well-rounded arse cheeks with his left hand for a few moments. Then he raised his right arm and brought the flogger down across Colin's buttocks. Colin screamed and jerked forward. Rusty changed position slightly and whipped Colin's arse once more. "No Master, please stop!" cried Colin. It was just play-acting because Rusty wasn't using much force. The flogger tingled and left temporary marks but it didn't really hurt. That was evident from the still rock-hard 4 inch (10 cm) cock. "Don't tell me what to do, boy," growled Rusty. He went on to give Colin's arse four more strokes and each one was accompanied by a howl. "Maybe I should whip your cock now," he suggested as he moved to standing front of Colin. "Look! You're horny for more." Colin followed Rusty's glance at his leaking cock and then shook his head. "Sorry, Master. I don't know why this is happening but I don't want..." "What you want is unimportant." Rusty interrupted Colin by hitting his boy-cock with the flogger. Colin whimpered but the man had used less force than when whipping his butt. Whimpers and moans followed the next three strokes. "Those little boy-balls of yours are still churning out lots of juice," said Rusty. He flicked at them with the flogger and added, "I will need to give them some special attention." "No, Master," pleaded Colin. He had almost forgotten the cameras and his audience but he smiled and winked over at Bill when Rusty moved over to fetch something from his toy bench. He put on a look of fear when Rusty returned and held out a black leather parachute ball-stretcher. Rusty displayed the ball-stretcher to Colin and the camera. "This leather piece goes around and over the top of your balls," explained Rusty. "These small chains will take weights, pulling your balls down. And if you look on the underside..." Rusty turned the leather part over. "You will see that there are lots of tiny metal pin-pricks just beneath the surface which will press into your balls and cause exquisite pain when the weights pull the leather down with your balls. You're going to love it." "I don't think so, Master," said Colin. "It will hurt." "Of course it will hurt." Rusty laughed. "I enjoy hurting you and this..." He hit Colin's stiff cock with the palm of his hand. "This tells me you enjoy me hurting you." Colin watched as the man knelt down and fitted the ball-stretcher in place. Rusty gave the chains a little tug, bringing a soft moan from Colin, before pulling some small iron weights from his pocket and attaching them to the chains. Colin groaned while one camera zoomed in on his face while the other focused on his cock and balls. His balls were pulled a bit lower but now there was a thread of pre-cum hanging from his piss-slit. Rusty had a surprise for Colin. He pulled out two more small metal weights and attached these to the nipple-clamps, causing Colin to moan loudly. Rusty then picked a small cockwhip and began to flick this at Colin's cock. Colin tried to dodge the cockwhip but without success. However he was seriously turned on by now. He knew it would excite a lot of men to see him tied up and suffering, and that turned him on. He was dangerously close to cumming. "Please, Master. Fuck me now!" he cried, hoping that Rusty would get the message. Fortunately for Colin, Rusty could tell by the amount of pre-cum he was producing that he was close to the edge. He tossed the cockwhip aside, removed the weights from Colin's nipples and balls and then carefully removed the ball-stretcher. Being covered by thin leather, the pin-pricks on the leather part of the ball-stretcher hadn't penetrated the skin but they left many tiny dark pink dots. A camera zoomed in to record those as well as the dripping cock. "You want to be fucked, eh? You want me to ram my big cock up your tight little pussy?" Rusty groped the bulge at the front of his leather shorts. The camera focused on Colin's face. His eyes opened wide as they focused on Rusty's bulge. Colin gulped and said, "I'm not sure. It might be too big." "No such thing as too big," responded Rusty. "You'll gonna take it all." He went over to the wall fittings and lowered the chains holding Colin's wrists until they were down by his sides. Then he pushed a narrow padded bench in front of Colin and bent him over it. Colin was now resting on his flat stomach with his tortured nipples on view. Soon Colin's wrists were cuffed to the legs on the far side of the bench. His ankles remained cuffed to the spreader bar. "That's a better position for me," Rusty said as he gave Colin's arse a loud spank. Walking round to stand in front of Colin, Rusty said, "I'd better show you what you're going to take up your little boy-pussy." He slowly undid his leather shorts and let them drop to the floor. One camera captured Colin's loud gasp and look of horror. "Master...it's too big!" The other camera zoomed in on Rusty's thick 8 inch (20 cm) cock with the big mushroom head. Colin had only seen it semi-hard when he'd shot the watersports movie with Rusty but he knew he'd have no trouble taking it. He just had to act as if he did. Rusty shook his head and said, "You'll take it." The cameras were switched off while Colin was lubed and prepared with fingers. "You have a hot cunt," Rusty said as he finger-fucked Colin with two fingers. "Yes, the hottest and tightest you'll ever have," responded Colin. "Ready to go on?" Don asked. Rusty returned to his former position, waving his erection in front of Colin's face. "Okay, action!" Rusty walked round behind Colin, spanked his arse once more and then spread his arse cheeks. A camera zoomed in to capture the big cock zeroing in on the pink puckered hole. Rusty applied pressure and the huge cockhead burst through Colin's sphincter. The second camera caught the look of pain on Colin's face and his continued distress as the cock pushed deeper. "You've got it all inside you. Does it feel good?" Rusty pressed against Colin's buttocks. "It hurts," complained Colin. Rusty sneered. "Too bad. I'm still going to enjoy fucking you." With that, he proceeded to fuck Colin with short, steady strokes. After a few minutes, Rusty began to fuck Colin faster and harder. He varied the speed and direction of his thrusts but he gave the impression of always fucking Colin with tremendous force, justifying the moans and whimpers coming from Colin. When Colin said, "It's starting to feel good now," that was the signal that he was close to cumming. Rusty went into overdrive, fucking faster and harder than before. A camera filmed Colin's bouncing cock, threads of pre-cum dripping from it. Then Rusty pulled out completely and rammed his cock back inside in a single savage thrust. This was repeated several times until Colin cried, "I'm going to cum!" Rusty resumed his hard, fast fucking until Colin began spunking off hands-free. Seven or eight huge eruptions flew from Colin's cock and both cameras captured them. Rusty had been close for some time but he waited until Colin had finished before pulling his cock out and then firing his load onto the outside of the well-fucked pussy. He followed this up by using his cockhead to push some of the cum into Colin's hole. "Thank you, Master," Colin said as he recovered from the pounding. "Told you that you could take my cock," said Rusty as he bent to release Colin's ankles from the spreader bar. "You will learn to worship my cock," he continued as he unfastened Colin's wrists. Colin said nothing but slumped to the floor looking exhausted. "Look up at me, boy," said Rusty. Colin looked up and saw the man holding his semi-hard cock. "You will worship my cock and take all that comes from it," said Rusty. With that, he relaxed his bladder and sent a torrent of hot, yellow piss across Colin's face. Colin spluttered, not swallowing any of the piss but making no attempt to avoid it as it soaked every part of his face and then ran down his body. When Rusty had finished, he bent down to remove the nipple clamps. Colin screamed as the blood returned to his sore nipples and looked totally subdued. "You are mine now," said Rusty. He picked Colin up with no apparent effort and tossed him over his shoulder. "I'm keeping you," he said as he walked off. "Cut! It's a wrap," shouted Don. "Great work, guys." Bill was soon standing beside Colin. "You okay? It looked a bit rough." "I'm fine." Colin grinned. "I tried to make it look as if it hurt but it was great. Rusty's a real pro." "I'm glad to hear it," said Bill. "We'll talk more when you have cleaned up." Mr Morton was waiting for Colin when he stepped out of the shower. He held a towel out to the teenager and asked, "Have you reached a decision about the matter we discussed last time?" "Yes," said Colin as he took hold of the towel. "I haven't changed my mind about being seen by wider audience but I might make a few more movies for you. However my JustColin contract is more important to me and that has to get priority." "I'm disappointed but I'm glad you might consider making a few more movies," said Mr Morton. "Would you take part in a special one just for me? One which won't be available to members of the public." "Maybe. What kind of movie?" Colin asked. "A gangbang with a bukkake scene at the end," replied Mr Morton. "That could be fun but what makes it special?" Colin was curious. "It would be filmed at my country estate, some of it inside my bedroom, and I want to fuck you," explained the man. "All the other guys would be black. They work for me." "And no doubt many have huge cocks." Colin smiled. "Some are well-endowed." Mr Morton smiled back. Colin nodded. "I will think about it. Please send a draft agreement and details of the amount to be paid to Bill, my manager." The man left and Bill entered just as Colin finished drying. "Don is very pleased. Did you enjoy it?" Bill asked. "I did," replied Colin. "We should use our own playroom more." Bill grinned. "I was thinking the same thing while I watched. We haven't used it much recently. What did Mr Morton have to say?" "He accepted my decision on limiting the number and audience of the videos but he wants me to make a special one just for him," said Colin. "He wants to be filmed fucking me and then have me take part in a gang-bang with some black guys that work for him. I said I'd think about it and that he should send full details to you." "I don't know if I like the idea of a gang-bang," said Bill. "It could be hot but we can discuss it when we have more details," said Colin. He smiled and added, "Since he's very keen, we can negotiate a higher than normal fee." "Your welfare is more important than money," stated Bill. "And now that we have talked about doing some more private shows, I don't know that I am keen on you doing any more porn movies." "Yes, Dad. You could be right," agreed Colin. "With the modelling work, I won't have much free time. I am not going to give up weekends alone with you and our friends just to make money." "Good boy." Bill kissed Colin. "Now get dressed. We've just got time for a meal before we head for the airport." *** Bill left Colin at Liverpool Street station in London. He waved to his son who opened the door once more and hugged him. "See you in Paris in about ten days, Dad. Take care. Send me a message when you reach home, please." Colin was happy that he could return to Norway and meet Olav and Gunnar again, but he wished Bill could have come back with him. He found the computer game on his iPad as the train headed for Stansted airport. Bill hurried into the Tube and set off for Heathrow. He hoped to be back home in Scotland by late afternoon. He already missed his Colin. They'd had so many nice days and so much fun together since they left Glasgow. Bill was happy that they still had lots of time together before Colin was to return to university. Bill thought back to the weekend when his `son' had been fucked in front of a film-team and he could only watch. He looked around and tried to adjust his growing erection. Colin had given him a hot blow-job before they left the hotel, but no fuck. He looked at the display on his phone. His calendar told him that Chit, his young Thai masseur, would see him the following morning. Bill adjusted his cock again. *** The plane landed smoothly at the small airport not far from where Olav's student group were doing their summer-job - searching for hidden treasures in the ground. Colin was quite sure that being on his knees searching for flint-tools or bone-arrows was not his kind of job. He preferred the study of languages, and was happy that he also had an invitation for some Latin studies in Italy during summer. Colin looked for Olav, but could not see him. But the huge man that could be seen through the windows, was familiar. Gunnar, a second cousin of Colin's Norwegian professor, was here to meet him. The 35 year old National Park Inspector, was very well hung. Colin waved when he left the plane close to the small entrance hall. He could still remember sitting on this guy's lap in a snowcat through the winter storm while the man's 12 inch (30 cm) cock was pressed up against his back. The Irish purser winked at Colin when he passed him on the ground. The two had eye-fucked each other during the flight; and Colin had passed him very closely twice - front to front - on his way to the toilet. There was no doubt that the purser had been as horny as Colin. "Olav is occupied with his digging," Gunnar said. "Only two days left before the project ends." Gunnar had an arm around Colin's shoulder. "How was London? Long time since I was there." "Noisy, but cool at the same time. Happy to be back here though." Colin had an arm around Gunnar's hips. "Why did you have to take a job now in middle of summer? Modelling Olav told me." Gunnar was curious. Colin was uncertain how much Olav had told his older relative. "Sexy underwear again, eh?" Gunnar pinched Colin's buttocks. Colin giggled. "No underwear this time. I've been naked all weekend." "And so have I. I've been going around visiting all the islands in our new National Park out here. I hope you and Olav will take a trip with me before you two start your hitchhiking project." Gunnar opened the van and Colin climbed inside. "Any pictures you could show me from the weekend, Colin? You make me crazy. I've been hard all morning thinking of you." "You don't need pictures when I'm here, do you? Okay if I undress? It's very private inside this van." Colin grinned. "I have some screen shots from this weekend. We can take a look." He stripped off his t-shirt and his city-shorts. "I'm damn wet!" Colin put fingers outside his white thong, caught some pre-cum and put the fingers in his mouth. "Let me!" Gunnar bent down and sucked the thin fabric. "Take a look here!" Colin had opened his lap-top. "Here they have me prepared for some dirty pictures." Colin showed the set where he was cuffed in chains and had his ankles tied to a spreader bar. "Damn hot, baby. And a beautiful hard-on," Gunnar groped his groin. "And I love this." Colin was showing him a picture where he had Rusty's cum all over his arse and balls. "But we better drive off now, Colin. Olav is waiting for you, I'm sure. And the team miss your cooking." Colin smiled, happy that his cooking had been a success. "Better than digging in the soil," he commented. The lad pulled off his tiny underwear and spread his legs; happy to see that the hunk beside him became excited by his stripping. The van left the airport parking area and headed for the highway. "You remember when we first met?" Colin asked. "I'll never forget it. The storm, the snow, sitting on your lap, steering that huge machine and knowing that your huge cock was close to my arse." "Wait until we come to the gravel road, baby. We can do that again. But then I want to be naked too," he said as he speeded up to 120 km/h. "I can't wait that long. May I suck you, Gunnar?" Colin tried to open the hunk's fly. "I thought you would never ask. Go on. Help yourself. I'm ready for milking. Saved the load for you, baby. Wild milk, not the studio-fake!" He grunted. Colin had already taken the long veiny cock deep inside his mouth. Some ten minutes later Gunnar left the highway. "Are we already in the camp?" Colin left the wet cock and looked around. "No, far from it, but I can't wait. I want to fuck you, Colin, and I want to fuck you now. I want to wish you welcome back properly." Again Gunnar left the small road he had chosen, and drove up next to an old factory building. "There are no people are around here, I think. Nice and warm too." Gunnar stripped down to his baggy underwear before Colin had opened the door. "Be my dog!" The mountain hunk commanded. He placed Colin's hands on the front grill of the van. "Give me your pussy, princess." Gunnar tried to spread Colin's legs. "Damn! I'm not a princess. Don't you everÉ" Colin turned around, cupped Gunnar's balls with one hand and nearly killed his cockhead with the other, before he spat on the cock and jerked him with a hard fist. "I know, baby. I know. Be my prince then," Gunnar lifted Colin, placed him at the top of the bonnet, put his legs on his shoulders and placed his cock outside the boy's tight entrance. "You don't need lube, do you? You can take it dry, eh?" Gunnar grinned. "You're not dry. Your horse-cock is wet from my spit and your pre-cum, and I prepared well at the airport. You think I'm a first-timer, stallion?" Colin opened up for Gunnar's cockhead. He knew it would hurt. A 12 inch (30 cm) man-cock was about his limit. "I'll take it easy." Gunnar was inside him moments later and Colin groaned. Rusty's cock in London had been much thicker, his cockhead had been a challenge, but Gunnar's monster was 4 inches (10 cm) longer than the porn-star. Gunnar went on, stopped, went on, stopped again, until Colin had taken the whole spear. The hairy balls hit the boy's arse. Gunnar was all inside his Scottish prince. "You guide me, Colin. I'll probably shoot very soon. Your muscles are fucking me even when I don't move." Gunnar swallowed. "Please kiss me Gunnar and keep me stuffed." Colin closed his eyes and took care of Gunnar's tongue and lips. "Now master, make me cum. Fuck me hard. I need to know I'm in Norway again. No mercy, stallion. No mercy." Colin found Gunnar's neck and the man did his job. He withdrew completely, then he thrusted halfway in, then he pulled back out, before he pushed deep, very deep. "Harder Gunnar, harder. I have to cum now. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Hands-free Colin sprayed his young white seed over his own body all the way up to his face. The spasms took care of the intruder. Gunnar thrusted his cock fully inside the youngster and started his own ejaculation. Colin was in heaven and so was Gunnar. "Sorry that I couldn't manage to feed you," Gunnar whispered. He helped Colin back on his feet. "Give me your cock. I'm sure there's plenty left." Colin took the stallion's huge dick and cleaned him with tongue and lips. Gunnar had started with the fingers and found Colin's dripping nectar, and Colin collected some dripping spunk from his arse. Again their lips met in a wet ending. "You are nice in summer too," Colin whispered. "I am your princess if you need me. I love it when you mount me. You will share the tent with us tonight?" "You are sure Olav will allow me when his boyfriend is back?" Gunnar grinned. "Aye, I'm sure. He will love a double fuck." Colin was still naked when he entered the vehicle, and among the bushes outside, Gunnar found his green baggy boxers. "Sit on my lap now, like you did in the snow." Gunnar stopped the van when they turned off the road and found the mountain path they used up to the camp. "You steer, and I do the rest." Gunnar licked Colin's neck and bit his earlobe, while below he pushed his growing cock into Colin's arse-crack. The twenty minute drive would probably have ended up with a new dual orgasm, but in front of them was a lovely sight in the afternoon sunshine. The whole group of youngsters and some of the leaders were trying out the mountain lake. Most of the youngsters were swimming naked, a Norwegian wilderness custom. A waving Olav was just in a towel when he greeted his `piss-brother' and his cousin. "Come on, guys," Olav shouted. "Nice lake for a nude swim." "But there are girls around!" Colin tried to cover up. "The water is so cold you will never see the difference," Gunnar shouted, stripped off his boxers, grabbed the two youngster's hands and together they jumped into the water. Colin was happy to be back in the mountain camp. Life here was very different from his time in London. *** "This is my new kingdom. Marvellous, isn't it?" Gunnar was standing with his arms around Colin and Olav. "I wanted our last day together this summer to be out here. Very different from the mountainous part of Norway." "Strange name of this place. In English it would be something like "End of the world." Colin, the young linguistic `professor' tasted the words. "I don't know why, but of course, seen from north, this is the end, next to the Ocean. You see that huge lighthouse on the small island out there?" Gunnar pointed. "It's an important lighthouse even today. We used to say that the Oslo fjord starts here. It's 100 km from that lighthouse to Oslo harbour." Colin looked at him. The guy looked more like a Viking here than up in the mountain. The breeze from south touched his fair hair, and made the thin summer clothes fit the hard body like an extra skin. Colin's eyes couldn't stop wandering down the man's body. He checked out the man's crotch; impressive, even when flaccid. The Scottish youngster had taken this super-hard Viking-cock once or twice a day since Bill left him in London. One morning he almost couldn't walk after a hard triple-fuck during the night out in the tiny tent. His `piss-brother' had been exhausted after his first orgasm, but he had been working with his bum in the air all day digging soil, while Colin still felt this was like a holiday. "Why do you call it `your new kingdom'?" Colin asked. "Norway's newest National Park, isn't it?" Olav had been taking photos of the first lighthouse just beside them, a symbol of the area and the park. "Your new job, Gunnar. You leave the mountain and the reindeer now for naked summer-girls. Be careful with the hunks out here. They're not like the tourists you take care of in the mountain cottage, eh?" Olav was teasing his older relative who once told the boys that he fucked any hole if he was invited. "I'm sorry we can't swim just here. Too many rocks and heavy waves today," Colin said. He longed for the salt water. "And there too many families here for us to tan naked." He stripped off his t-shirt and showed off a body that really longed for summer and sun. "I have an idea," Gunnar said. "We can take a break on the other side of the island. There's more privacy there." Back at the car park, they unloaded some towels and some snacks and then they followed a path through the costal landscape. It was made up of stones polished by the sea and the wind, with small green spots of vegetation between. "Not a single person here!" Colin said. "And not easy for people to find the shore." "Just wait, honey." Gunnar put his hand on the sun-warmed naked shoulders in front of him. "People are hiding from the wind. They will find their private spots here. Just look around. Boys like you often walk to the end of this western park." "What you mean, man? Boys like us - queers?" Colin stopped and looked at Gunnar. He tried to look insulted. "Beauties that are afraid of naked girls," Gunnar grinned. "You see, girls don't walk this far. There are two types of men out here, the ones that like to watch and the ones that love to be watched." "Perfect!" Colin concluded. "Suits me perfectly!" "I guessed that." Gunnar grinned. "You may sit or lie on the top of the stones there on full display, and I'll find a place down between the stones. And you see the small bay? The sea water will be warm - perfect on a hot day like today." Gunnar spread his towel, and stripped all his clothes in seconds. For once Colin swallowed. He had never seen this man looking so beautiful, and his next to full erection was like an invitation. "ButÉ on full displayÉ" Colin looked at Olav who hesitated, but followed him up on the warm silver-grey stone formed like a huge Roman bed. "Let's see if there are some fish around?" Colin whispered. "We could be the bait, eh?" He undressed completely, before he helped Olav to lie down beside him on the yellow towels. Gunnar watched the scene from his lower nest. Some ten metres above him were probably the hottest young men on the island today, he thought. And on the cliff ledge above males started their inspection, some very carefully, some on full display, a few in speedos or towels, some fully naked, presenting why they were out here this early summer day. Gunnar just relaxed, found a nice position on his back, scratched his balls like a true stallion, gave his half-hard cock some jerks, and closed his eyes. The youngsters had to find out what the lazy life out here could bring. "Thanks sir, but we have company!" Colin rejected the third invitation. "That man was really something. Did you see his cock? As long as Gunnar's when stiff I'm sure." Colin put an arm around Olav. The sun and the attention from the men around had made him really horny again. He found Olav's arse and put a finger inside him. "You are horny too, brother. Why do you only fuck the towel? Show me your pride!" Colin turned Olav around and his tongue found the wet cock. "Sex in public places is illegal," Olav said as he opened up for Colin. He moaned and raised his hips. "Take a look at Gunnar!" Olav said. "A sleeper is not a sinner!" Colin proclaimed. He grinned when he saw the man-beauty on his back, probably sleeping, but his hard cock was like a lighthouse. "You think we shouldÉ?" Colin was interrupted by a nodding Olav. The two naked and very erect boys climbed down to the covered ravine where Gunnar was hiding from side-view. "Lick me, brother. Open me, please." Colin spread his legs and Olav was easy to ask. Soon he had used both his fingers and his virile tongue to open his friend's tight arse. Colin placed one foot on each side of the sleeping man, then he opened his arse-cheeks with two hands, and lowered himself down on the waiting spear. Olav was standing close behind, helping the intruder to keep balance, and helping Colin to find the wet cockhead. Happy for Colin, Gunnar's cock was glistening from tanning oil. A little pressure and Colin managed to take Gunnar's cockhead without problems. Gunnar suddenly woke up. "Fuck," was his only comment. Then he added, "Fucking a sleeping person is rape, baby!" Gunnar met Colin's eyes. "Do you mind?" was Colin's feedback. "No, I hoped my signal would inspire you two. Give me your pussy, Olav." Gunnar said then moaned when Colin lowered himself all the way down. Colin has 12 hot inches (30 hot centimetres) to serve and admire. Olav placed his arse above Gunnar's mouth and was served with a rough waiting tongue. Colin started to fuck the man below him, while Olav gave Colin his mouth and put his arms tight around the hot summer-body. All of them knew that this threesome would be a short love-session. They had been extremely horny, and the boys' legs were hurting. Gunnar started a pounding underneath when he felt Colin was slowing down. The man knew how to stimulate a tight cunt. His experience with both old ladies and young men had taught him the skill. The problem for the hunter was to keep his load. He was an early shooter, but he had Colin's ability to stay hard even after a heavy white eruption. Colin was the first to tremble. "I'm cumming, guys. Please. Yes, yes. Harder, harder. I'm done!" He sent his load across Gunnar's upper body and made white strings in the man's body-hair. He even hit Olav's crotch. With Gunnar's tongue inside his open arse, and a jerking right hand, Olav followed his `piss-brother' and returned the spunk shooting. Colin's smooth body was a nice target for the huge load. "Boys, go on! Don't stop. Don't stop." The new National Park inspector had his first ejaculation in the centre of his new territory. He roared like a horny deer buck and lifted Colin by his hips while he sent shots of semen into the young rider again and again. "Clean me, guys. You need the protein, and the day is young." Gunnar loved to have the two youngsters licking and eating from him and he was pleased that Colin shared some of the spunk with him too. "Now, the first man to cross the bay is the winner!" With a howl the huge man landed in the sea beneath the round cliffs. *** Gunnar's van headed for the harbour in the Swedish costal town Gothenburg. Colin and Olav, in light summer clothes, were changing to sit in front with him. In the back seat were the youngsters' new backpacks - Colin's decorated with the Scottish flag, and Olav's with a huge Norwegian one. The two were more than ready for their hitchhiking adventure through Northern Europe down to Paris. "You will drive to Stockholm tomorrow, Gunnar? Quite a detour for you to drive us to the ferry," Colin said. "But we are happy to use the ferry from here. Easy to get a lift with all the trucks onboard, I've heard." The young student was very excited. It was a new world for him in a way. He was happy to have his Norwegian friend in the back seat as company. Olav was occupied with his new lightweight photo equipment. "Sexy pictures from the tumulus last night!" Olav looked at the display. "Didn't know you were such a stripper, Bro. And you were not far from that either, Gunnar." "Thought it was too dark for pictures in that Viking forest," Gunnar commented. "It's a good camera," Olav went on. "I have a video here that I could sell on the spot-market. " Olav showed the short video to Colin. "Cool," Colin said. "With a cock like yours you should go into porn Gunnar." "Yes I know, and with your asshole you could join me." Gunnar stopped at the entrance to the ferry terminal. "Now be nice guys, and don't be stupid. The bad guys are driving along the highways too, so be careful. Have fun. Hug Bill from me when you meet him. Now, go along, I will stay overnight with an old friend!" Gunnar grinned and squeezed his crotch. The two youngsters put on their heavy backpacks and hurried up the gangway to the ferry. In about three hours they would be in the Danish port of Fredrikshavn and start their European adventure. They hurried up to the sundeck, waved to Gunnar, and were met by a `thumbs up' from their hot summer-friend. Colin put an arm around Olav, and kissed him. *** "Don't strangle him, Olle! He can hardly breath." Olav was worried. The huge Swedish truck driver had throat-fucked his boyfriend for the last half hour. Olav saw tears in Colin's eyes, and he saw spit and slime dripping from the harshly-treated mouth. But he also saw a very hot youngster who again was wet with pre-cum and about to reach another climax. "He can take it. He loves it!" Olle, with his name written all over the front of his huge truck, found Colin's nipples and squeezed them with tough fingers. The naked, and very tattooed driver grinned and gave Colin a small break. "You want to cum again eh? You love my huge man-cock, don't you baby? Pity you don't want me up your ass, boy. Later, eh?" Olle went on. Colin just nodded and used his tongue to lick the slimy cock. The cock wasn't very long, probably about 6 inches (15 cm) but the thickness was the size of a real man's cock, and the big belly blocked Colin's nose when the man tried to deep-fuck his throat. "Help him, Norwegian!" Olle used his big hand to force Olav close to the dripping cock. For the next few minutes Olle changed back and forward between the two youngsters. Olav, the super licker, did a good job on the Swede's cock, but Colin was the one who really was into the mouth-fuck. Olav found Colin's stiff cock too. The naked boys had been playing sex games under Olle's instruction for the last hour, while he himself just had been a watcher, lightly wanking himself as he looked both of the action between the two youngsters and the hard-porn on a screen in front of him. With two hands on the back of Colin's head, Olle forced his cock into the teen's mouth again and again. He sounded like an animal when he roared and sent his first load deep into Colin. Then he withdrew and pointed his cock at the two faces and the two open mouths. Strings of heavy man-spunk landed on the waiting boys. The emotion was intense and when Olle found Colin's erect nipples again, the boy trembled and swallowed the man-cream that filled his mouth. With open and dripping eyes, he cried, "I'm cumming! I'm done, I can't take more. I'm cummingÉ" Olle managed to catch Colin's clear load, his third orgasm in the last hour. With a grin he used the hand and caught the milk. He fed the young ones and mixed Colin's spunk with his own cream. Then he made them clean themselves with the use of lips and tongues. "No spunk in my car," had been the man's warning when he ordered the two to undress and show him some young wanking after an earlier piss-stop up in Denmark. Naked, and horny, the two had passed the border between Denmark and Germany. "I have tickets for a shower at this truckstop," Olle said when he and Colin had calmed down after the excitement. "Normally no guests are allowed, but I guess some Euros will do the trick. Just wait, I'll check." The driver put on a pair of too tight silk shorts and locked the truck doors when he left. "Why did he lock up our backpacks, and why did he put our phones in the locked compartment?" Olav was suspicious. "Take it easy, bro. Sorry that you didn't cum by the way," Colin cupped his friend's half-hard and still wet dick. "He said it was for security reasons. Illegal to leave here in the middle of the night, he said. I guess he was afraid we would leave." "But we agreed we'd leave in Hamburg in the morning." Olav was not happy just now. "Aye, we do. I have an appointment," Colin whispered and kissed his boyfriend. Olle returned with a double set of towels. "All okay. We've got a private shower," he said. "You don't need clothes, just put on the towels. I have a clean sheet for you too. Put it in the berth behind you. We have four hours for a nap until I have to start south. You can't leave here in the middle of the night. Too dangerous. I'll drop you outside Hamburg, okay?" He looked at the worried Olav and put a hand on his head. "Don't be afraid, Norseman. I'm not a rapist. Sorry that I was probably was a bit hard with your friend just now, but in a way he invited me to take charge." He looked at Colin with a grin. Then he nearly pushed the two half-dressed boys in front of him into the service-building. Colin hurried inside, but Olle stayed behind and put an arm around Olav. "I can be very soft too, sweetheart. It's your choice now. You want to cum, eh?" Olav just nodded and felt his tiny dick stiffen inside the towel. Olle's comfort turned his fright to excitement. "I haven't washed my sons since they married, but as long as they grew up in my house, it was my weekend pleasure to clean them up." Olle knelt in front of Olav and soaped him well. "You have sons?" Olav asked. "Yes, four of them, great guys, but now they are all in business and do well. I chose you yesterday because you reminded me of the two youngest, one dark after his mum and one fair after me." He laughed and put a hand on his bald head. "You chose us?" Colin asked with his head full of shampoo. "Yes. It's one of my favourite spots to find company for the trip south," Olle answered. "You choose us simply because of our hair colour?" Olav asked. He had trouble standing upright when Olle washed both his crotch and his arsecrack at the same time. "I came upon you two at the urinal, remember? You tried to look innocent but you played with the Viking cock, didn't you Scot?" Olle soaped Olav's dick, twisted it, and used a single finger to play with the `string' on Olav's cockhead. "He's my piss-brother, you know." Colin's face was covered in soap. With two fingers Olle started to clean the inside of Olav's boy-cunt. Two fingers deep inside and Olav shivered. "Yes, yes. Damn hot, damn good." The boy was ecstatic. The sight of Olav being treated so well made Colin hard again, but Olle took no notice of him. He just concentrated on Olav. "You like this, son? You need to cum now or...?" Olle used the tip of his tongue and worked his way around the boy's glans while the fingers fucked his cunt. When he felt the boy's balls started to contract, he stopped. He moved his hands to the boy's legs and buttocks, but soon after he was working both on the cock and balls again. Colin watched how Olle edged his friend again and again. Olav was red, both from the hot water and from the excitement. "I have to, I have to, please sir, please let me!" Olle put two fingers inside Olav, deeper this time, found the prostate, and pressed without touching the boy's cock. Olav yelled and shot his load into Olle's open mouth. Hands-free Olav managed well, but when Olle placed his lips around the cockhead and licked the swollen head he nearly fainted. Neither Olav, nor Olle, had seen that Colin had wanked his soapy cock to another climax. Now he sent his clear load all over Olle's face and mouth. The man saw what happened, gripped Colin's buttocks and managed to get two cockheads into his dripping mouth. *** "Strange guy!" Colin commented. "It's a pity that his route is different from ours." Colin and Olav waved off the man who had taken care of them in his truck all the way from Fredrikshavn. "He tried to fuck you during the night, didn't he?" Olav grinned. "Aye, he tried, but with no success. The bunk was too small for the three of us." Colin helped Olav with his heavy backpack. "A specialist in edging, he said. But spunked off outside my boy-cunt while whispering `Nice pussy, nice pussy.' Hope he finds some girls for company on the other side of the city!" `Tiergarten Hagenbeck' was the sign. The lads had walked from the `autobahn' to the famous zoo north of Hamburg. Colin had an appointment with young Robin, the 17 year old son of Klaus Sieger; editor of the magazine "Young Fashion" and responsible for the JustColin campaign in Europe. "I can't wait to see Robin again." Olav was in front. "We had such a marvellous time in Copenhagen, remember. The evening fuck inside the Tivoli Gardens was really hot." "From time to time, I'm a bit jealous when I look at that kid. 17 only, and a cock like a grown-up man. We measured his hook-shaped tool to be 8 inches (20 cm), remember?" Colin grinned. "Not easy to measureÉstrange tool on that guy." "But he's not just a top," Olav commented. "He takes cock too. I think your dad fucked him in Copenhagen." "Of course he did. My stallion-dad gets what he wants. I miss him already, by the way." Colin pinched Olav's buttocks. "He will fuck you again in France too, I'm sure. He calls you his second son. You heard that?" Olav did not answer. "Yes, you are his sweet and cute second son. He needs someone beside me, you know. I'm the crazy slut that opens his cunt for every hot man around," Colin said with a grin. "Yeah, you are right!" Olav looked at his watch. "Already ten in the morning and you haven't been fucked yet. You'll spunk in your knickers soon, won't you?" The two had reached the entrance to the huge park. "There he is!" Olav shouted. A light motor-bike swerved beside them. The boy in shorts and leather-jacked lifted off his helmet and showed a smiling face and blond sexy hair. The three hugged tight in the middle of a crowd of visitors. "Good that you waited to buy the tickets. We can enter free on my dad's annual ticket." Robin placed his helmet and his jacket in the bike-box. In tight shorts, singlet and boots, he was a sight for any teen magazine. And with a visible bulge he was a sight for every onlooker, male or female. "Klaus, my dad, is in Berlin with Anna and Frederic. Yes, you remember them?" He looked at Colin. "So I'm alone. Hope you can stay overnight. I've invited some friends. They would like to see Colin and the guy that captured his heart." Robin showed off his ticket and they were soon inside the huge park. "Let's start with the monkeys," Robin said as he hurried in front. "No, wait, we must find a place to piss first. We haven't emptied our bladders since we left the `tankstelle' this morning." Colin groped his crotch. "You mean you haven't been fucked since breakfast. Must have been a lazy driver in that truck!" Robin found the toilet building and went for the piss-trough, but Colin stopped him, looked around, found what he searched for, and pushed both Olav and Robin inside the door marked with `Nur Baby'. "We have to check our baby." Colin took a cushion and placed it on the floor. "I really have to piss first." Olav was about to leave the room. "You can manage it?" Colin looked at Robin who nodded before he stripped off his singlet and knelt in front of the two visitors. "Go on, Bro. My piss-brother has the first right." He stripped Olav of his shorts and underwear in a single movement. The guy smelled of soap after Olle's treatment during the night. He found his semi-hard cock and pointed at Robin's open mouth. The yellow stream started slowly, and Olav did his best to let the German youngster take his nectar without soaking him. The two had done this before and when finished Robin took Olav's cock all inside his mouth and sucked it. The Norwegian very soon had a cock like a small piece of hard-wood. He got his cockhead treated with tongue, lips and teeth until his knees started to tremble. "That was quite a load, Olav. You live up to your `piss-brother' name. I don't think our baby can take any more just now, but you are empty now, so..." Colin pushed his friend down on his knees in front of him, and without any discussion Olav closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Colin was super-erect. Colin pissed with a hard-on, no problem what so ever, but normally he would spray like a damaged hose. Now he put his wood deep inside the living sink, and slowly, slowly emptied his yellow load. "You are in charge today, Robin. Do what you want, baby. I see you are ready for action here." Colin pulled down the boy's shorts. The small JustColin thong was wet from excitement, and like the youngsters remembered, his long, quite thin cock, and his man-like balls, filled the small underwear. Olav was probably the most excited. He licked the front of the wet underwear and sucked like a calf while searching for the ribbon. Soon he managed to free Robin from his extremely long foreskin and place his hard lips around the naked glans. "Take it easy, Bro. Keep that hook hard for a real double fuck, eh? Colin grinned and stripped. Three naked youngsters in that small cabin, all with testosterone like fiery horses, were ready for a short and hard fuck. "Since we are here, we do it the monkey-way okay? You are ready to be mounted, guys?" The German boy turned the youngsters around and asked them to spread their legs and grab the changing table. He looked around, found a tube of baby-cream from an earlier visitor. With a huge amount of fat cream in both hands, he made short work of greasing up the waiting boy-cunts. His breath was like a sportsman's at the end of a game, so Colin wondered how long this youngster could keep his load this time. In Copenhagen he had spunked off in Colin's hands, but stayed hard and fucked him with great skill afterwards. Olav opened his arse. He was so dripping horny, and he loved this cock, easy to take because it wasn't very thick, but long and hard. But best of all the hooked cock felt like a spring that treated his boy-cunt all the time. Olav had talked about this again and again after he heard that they would meet Robin again. The boy found Olav's puckered rosebud and stretched it with his thumbs, then he just entered him all the way. Olav felt the stubble from Robin's trimmed pubes, and roared when he felt Robin's cock all inside. "You okay, Olav?" Robin carefully bit the youngster's earlobe. "Yes, yes, just take me, take me all the way, sorry, sorry, I'm next to, next toÉ" Olav, normally pretty quiet when fucked was in dreamland. Colin had found Robin's love-hole and with two fingers all the way up to the second knuckle he followed the boy's fucking movements the next minutes. "I have to, I have toÉ" Olav shouted and sent his white boy-cream all over the baby mattress on the floor. A very sweaty and red-faced Robin stood still with his cook deep inside Olav, and Colin felt what was happening. The boy ejaculated. His arse-muscles squeezed Colin's fingers and the Scot did what he could to make his cumming as hot as possible. Robin sent volley after volley into Olav's body, but to Colin's huge surprise he withdrew very quickly, dripping of cum and baby-oil, and found Colin's cunt and just penetrated him. Colin could still feel the movements in the cock now filling him. "Take it easy, baby. Just make it your way, okay? I'm here for you now, just for you. Take your time." Colin talked more to himself than to the boy. Olav was playing with the boy's spunk dripping from his cunt. Robin grinned when he saw Olav sucking his fingers afterwards. "Rim the kid, Bro. Give him pleasure. He's so damn good!" Colin looked at Olav who used Robin's spunk outside his arse before he knelt and used his tongue and lips on him. Robin was working his second boy-cunt, harder than the first, and knew Colin soon would help him to get a new hot ejaculation. "Thought you were a hot bottom?" Colin whispered through gritted teeth. "My boss has a new manager now and I have to fuck both of them every day, sometimes moreÉ but I have fuck-buddies tooÉehÉehÉ Colin love, I'm close again. You are so damn good when you squeeze your muscles like that. Please! Please!" Robin reached the edge again by the two friends' heavy treatment. And Colin's job with the treatment was too much for himself. Hands-free he sent his first load of the day all over the mat in front of him. The room smelled of naked bodies and dripping jizz; no small loads this morning. "I'm happy we had the baby equipment." Colin grinned. The room looked not too bad when the three shirtless white monkeys went out to watch the darker relatives inside the fence. *** "It's been a marvellous day!" Colin said as he Skyped his dad from Robin's room. Heavy music was heard in the background. "We had planned to be real tourists, but Robin had tickets for us to visit the world's biggest model railway, `Miniatur Wunderland. I didn't know it was in Hamburg. And what a placeÉit has everything Daddy, everything." Bill smiled. His young son was excited, not only by sex, but by any boy's dreamland. "I've heard about it, love, but I've never been to Hamburg, you know! But sonÉwhere are you now? You talked about Repehrbahn and St Pauli. Nothing for you and Olav, I guess. Screaming old ladies. I hear music. Are you in a bar orÉ?" "Look around, Daddy." Colin showed the room. "We are at home in Klaus' flat. Robin has arranged a party for us. Six of his friends in only JustColin gear were waiting when we arrived. They made me strip, Dad." "You were hard to persuade, I guess." Bill grinned. "And they teased Olav. But he's too shy, you know. And he's in love with Robin, I'm sure!" Colin chatted and did not respond to his dad's comment. The door opened and Robin rushed inside hand in hand with Olav. Robin put a finger across his mouth when he saw that Colin was on the net. The two dived into the bed behind Colin. Colin adjusted the iPad. "I thought you planned to travel on the autobahn, Olav," Bill snarled. "Not jumping into German beds!" "Hello, sir. Nice to see you, sir!" Robin smiled beside Colin. "Olav needs some rest, you see. He's been dancing all evening. Sorry to disturb you. Have a nice evening, sir." He pulled a blanket over his head. "Think we better stop, Colin dear. I see you are well settled." Bill blew Colin a kiss. "I love you, Dad, very much. Love to see you in Paris, if we manage in time!" Colin kissed back. "You alone, Dad?" "You can't guess who called me from the garage earlier tonight?" Bill asked. Colin saw the teasing wrinkles beside his dad's eyes. "Kenny! Kenny! I'm sure. And he will stay overnightÉ." A long silent interval followed. "You mind, Colin dear?" Bill looked suddenly worried. "No, Dad. It's great. I love you both. Tell him that. And fuck him for meÉplease. Good night, I think some show is starting here. Guess there will be no Reperbahn tonight. The guys are using their JustColins as helicopters. I'd better find a Kenny here." Colin winked and shut down the net. He stripped off his red thong and put it on his head, then he hurried into the group of dancing guys. To be continued