Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 10:51:54 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 92 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 92 Two sweating youngsters hurried into the waiting train. The sucking session in the tiny cubicle had been hot and fast. The two had been too horny to do each other really good, but they entered the train with their young balls a bit emptier than when they woke up in the youth hostel that morning, and with the taste of young mixed boy-milk in their mouths. "We could have chosen the fast and direct TGV to Paris but I wanted you to see some of the landscape of Northern France," Colin told Olav. He walked in front of his adopted `brother' and was very happy to find an old-fashioned compartment with a private door to the corridor. They stored their backpacks on the overhead racks and found seats by the window. The seats were well suited for some leg-flirting and eye-contact. The two were alone for the first time since they left Gunnar in Gothenburg and started out on their European hitchhiking tour. "You have been so silent today, Olav. You miss your Swedish puppy perhaps, or…? Not happy to be in Paris...in France with me?" Colin put his hand on top of Olav's on the table between them. There were tears in Olav's eyes. "I love this trip with you Bro, and I am looking forward to meeting Bill again. It will be good to see your Mr Reynard as well, but you know that after a few days I will be leaving you for Egypt and Uncle Thor." Olav swallowed. "That must be a dream, love. A real journey of a lifetime!" Colin squeezed his friend's hand. "I know, I know, but then…then… maybe I won't see you again for months. Maybe you will find another Bro, maybe we will never…" Olav used his hand to dry his eyes. The tough and very professional Norwegian student showed a softer side. Colin moved to Olav's side of the compartment and put an arm around him. "I have my own money, Olav. You can come to Glasgow and help me settle in at Uni after the summer break is over, and I will visit Bergen and make sure Helge is taking care of you - both in the flat and in bed. Okay? Let's find a toilet and cross-piss on that, eh?" Colin took Olav's hand and they hurried to find the not very comfortable French train toilet. Just when the youngsters were back in inside their compartment, both in a good mood after `clearing the air', they heard a whistle and the train departed. At the same time a man opened the door and entered the compartment. "Une place libre, j'espère?" The man looked from Colin to Olav and back to Colin who answered in his best French and smiled at the newcomer. Olav grinned when he saw Colin `scanning' the man. More than simply good-looking, the man was perhaps fifty, with dark curly hair and slim. He was casually dressed, but very cool, very French in style. Olav kicked Colin's leg and Colin woke up from his dreaming investigation. The man opened a stack of papers. Olav smiled again when he saw the papers were upside down. The man was watching them, not reading. Colin was telling Olav about the landscape in Champagne and at Reynard's estate. "Sorry for disturbing you, young men." The man interrupted in very formal, but French-coloured English. "My name is Gaston Lumeau, by the way." He gave the youngsters his hand. The two presented themselves and waited. "I'm just curious listening to your language. I should be able to place you by your dialect - my profession so to say - but you are not easy!" He looked at Olav. "But I'm an easy one, eh?" Colin grinned and flirted. The man flirted back and smiled. "You are from Scotland, not difficult, even if you moderate quite well. I would guess, south west, close to Glasgow." Colin gave him a thumbs up. "But your friend here is difficult. He speaks an excellent and extremely correct English, but..." He stopped. Olav smiled his broadest smile. "You have to try, sir." "Something tells me you live in a two-language community. French-Canada, maybe? … But let me stop teasing, I heard your name, Olav. Norwegian Viking eh? You are not far, my friend, from what some people believe is a French Viking earldom - Normandy." The man pointed south. "I know, sir. I study archaeology, you see, and I have friends examining the soil down there." Olav was one big smile, and Colin was so proud. "Linguistics and archaeology are two parts of the same business. Both my subjects. It's about digging." The man used his hands in a very French manner and managed to touch Colin's shoulder, knee and upper leg while talking. Colin did nothing to stop it. The two hour journey to the Gare du Nord went all too quickly. A professor and two students - a flirting professor and at least one flirting student - were about to leave the train in Central Paris. "I would love you to join me for lunch," Mr Lumeau said. "I know a nice place not far from here, and if you will be my guests I would love to show you my favourite museum in Paris, the Musée d'Orsay. "But we have our backpacks," Colin remembered the story from Germany. "I'll take care of that, no problem," Mr Lumeau touched the round butt twice when he helped Colin with his luggage. The man at the restaurant entrance looked rather sceptical when Colin and Olav entered in t-shirts and tight shorts carrying their heavy backpacks. "Find the best table for me and my young friends, and take care of their backpacks, s'il vous plait!" Mr Lumeau was very direct and very clear. The rather stiff guy bowed deeply, and Colin gave him his best smile. He understood pretty well that they didn't look like ordinary lunch-guests. The menu was like a book – in French only – and the boys who had eaten in youth hostels, camps and take away shops the last weeks were in trouble. "It looks all splendid," Olav used his charm and flirted openly in school-French with the smiling host. "I'm sure my friend here, like myself, will be happy if you guide us, sir. You know the specialities, I'm sure." Colin squeezed Olav's upper leg underneath the tablecloth. "My privilege, garcons! I will recommend Boeuf en daube and Pain de campagne. And we need a selection of cheese beside. And…" He looked at the two waiters taking their orders. "And you have your Charlotte aux framboises for dessert, I hope." He just looked at the boys who smiled at him. "What to drink, gentlemen? I need a Burgundy, you make me `exalté'. He found Colin's naked knee. Colin gave him access. "Just some water, please." He was afraid Olav would go for something stronger. "Anything special?" The waiter was a bit stiff-lipped. "Badoit will be perfect, merci." Olav looked at the waiter with stoic calm. Colin could have kissed his `piss-brother', and sent him a huge smile. It was a long-lasting lunch, a marvellous lunch, and the boys were happy and full when Mr Lumeau paid the bill. He refused to let them to pay their share and when Colin said he hoped they could give him something back, the man put an arm around his shoulder and said, "You have already made my day. If you two are typical of students in your countries, the future for academics is in safe hands." Mr Lumeau, as a professional teacher, got all the information he wanted from the boys during the lunch, without telling much about himself. But Colin knew the technique. Professor Thor had taught him well. He didn't give the man more information than he wanted and from time to time he stopped Olav with a kick on his leg. Colin did not want to be too secretive but he knew that behind the professional host there could be a wolf. But as well as that, every touch from the man gave him an electric shock all the way down to his balls. It was like when Thor accidentally had touched him during his first lesson a year ago. Colin and Olav went to the men's cloakroom, and they hugged and deep-kissed inside the small toilet. "Why didn't you tell him we are boyfriends?" Olav asked. "Let him find out. Let him reveal what he wants from us first. He would have been in our pants during the train journey if we had let him," Colin answered. "But he's damn hot, isn't he Bro?" Olav held Colin's stiff dick as he pissed. Then he bent down and took the last drops in his mouth. "Better than Badoit!" Colin grinned and returned his friend's service. "We can't go further now, baby. Mr Lumeau and the taxi are waiting." He managed to get his erection back into his tight shorts. After reaching an agreement with the restaurant, the boys left their backpack in the cloakroom but Colin brought his dad's camera this time. Mr Lumeau had decided, without listening to their mild protests, that they should stay overnight in his Paris house until Bill arrived the day after tomorrow. *** Musee d'Orsay was an adventure. They made first a short walk through the former railway station building, then they stopped in the sculpture gallery. Mr Lumeau presented the boys to a man he surely knew well. "Maurice is a good friend," Mr Lumeau used his first name. "He's an artist himself, and he teaches classes in art school. Just now he has a group here in the museum, right?" "Yes, we study the human body and try to learn from the beautiful collection of marble sculptures collected here." The man used his arm and pointed at the huge collection. "But nothing can compare to the real thing!" Mr Lumeau whispered to the man while looking at Colin and Olav who were standing in front of them. Colin heard what Mr Lumeau had said and smiled. "Okay!" he thought. "We are the real thing!" He had to admit that a lot of the sculptures were amazing, some even erotic and sensual, and some telling grotesque stories. "Over here, Bro. Here's a sculpture of you!" Colin had stopped in front of a marble piece of a sitting young man. The statue showed a person resting his head on one open hand and one knee, crossing his legs, looking at the viewers with a devious smile. "Why do you think he looks like your friend?" Maurice was close to Colin. "He sits like that when he admires me!" Colin grinned. Olav suddenly sat down on the floor beside the sculpture and copied the attitude. Many visitors around used their cameras. The normally shy Olav hurried back to his small group, blushing. Maurice looked at Mr Lumeau, smiled and nodded. A bit later Olav was the one who stopped in front of a marble figure, a standing, completely naked youngster holding a robe, either to dress or because he was undressing. "Here you are, Colin. Have you been an artist's model?" Olav punched Colin's shoulder and grinned. "Why?" Maurice was asking again. "Well," Olav looked at Colin. "He will kill me if I told you!" The statue showed a youngster with a rather small dick. "Hope he's a grower!" Colin had a very direct retort for Olav. Then he turned to Maurice. "Seriously sir, tell me. Why are all men pictured like kids, even grown ups? You said that artists study human anatomy. Not all these models were born with micro-penises, I guess!" Olav, standing close, tried to stay serious, listening to his friend's sudden anatomical and artistic question. "Good question, young man. Difficult to answer. Tradition perhaps, modesty, church influence. But maybe modern pornography has given us a false picture of the male sexual organ." Without a smile, just with some wrinkles around his eyes, the art instructor answered Colin's question. Colin turned to Olav and whispered loud enough to be heard, "A market for us small-cocked ones too then, Bro!" "Thank you for being our guide on this private tour, sir." Colin gave Maurice his hand. "And thank you sir, for all you have done for us," he looked at Mr Lumeau. "My pleasure, an interesting visit for me too. I love this museum, but I noted what you said, Colin. You miss some real action, very `sweet' expressions here, you said. On the way to get your backpack we shall stop by the Louvre, one of the world biggest museums just on the other side of the Seine. I understand you plan to take your friend there tomorrow. I will just show you one sculpture to complete the picture we have given you today." Mr Lumeau put a hand on Maurice's shoulder. "Thank you, Maurice dear. I'll call you later, seven o'clock okay!" Then he hurried out in front, found the exit and waved for a taxi. A partout-card and detailed knowledge helped the three visitors find the sculpture only a few minutes after the taxi stopped outside the VIP entrance. "You ever heard of `Nisus and Euryalus', mon amis? Mr Lumeau looked at the marble sculpture of two young nude men, one lying wounded on the ground, dying, the other with a war-like helmet standing above him crying and begging. Colin shook his head, while Olav coughed and found Colin's hand. "Trojan warriors and friends, two characters from The Iliad. Such close friends that they chose to die together, friends and lovers." Olav's voice trembled a little. Then he put his arms around Colin and hugged him. Colin answered by kissing his `adopted' brother and boyfriend. "You are boyfriends?" Mr Lumeau asked. "Yes, we are," Colin answered, "and lovers!" He continued to keep his hand around Olav's shoulders. "I'm sorry that you can't meet my lover and husband when we get home. He's overseas just now and I miss him." Mr Lumeau smiled at the boys. "Let's hurry up now. You have got your marble drama, Colin. No `sweet' expression here, I think." He used his iPhone to take a photo of the young lovers in front of the sculpture. The taxi headed east. Colin checked his watch. Mr Lumeau shared the back seat with the youngsters. "Have you ever modelled?" He suddenly asked. Olav shook his head. "Never!" he said. "And you Colin, have you ever modelled?" The man went on, with a hand on Colin's upper leg. The JustColin model, the porn-model, the private show model, the international nude model, did not know what to answer. He was curious, so damn curious, as he told his Daddy when he later arrived in Paris, that he answered with a question. "If you mean modelling in front of people that paint you or picture you for art, well no!" Colin blushed, but smiled. "I have an offer for you guys. Maurice has a summer-class tonight. You saw some of his students in the museum earlier. He would love to use you as models in his class tonight. What do you say?" The professor was more than excited and squeezed Colin's inner leg. "Naked, I guess?" Colin asked. "The best for anatomical studies, didn't you say, sir?" Mr Lumeau was the one that blushed now. "You are correct!" he said, "but you can decide of course." "Any women there?" Olav coughed. He was very uneasy. "They will keep you flaccid, Bro!" Colin used an elbow in Olav's body. He was horny already and struggled with a boner not far from the Frenchman's hand. "The least we can do for you sir, in return for your hospitality." Colin looked at Olav and grinned. "But no public photos, sir. We are serious students." "I'll see to that, mon garcon. Maurice will be thrilled." Mr Lumeau found his phone. The taxi stopped in front of a huge grey façade. The house was old, and looked a bit old-fashioned. "My husband and I have two apartments here connected by a winter-garden. Well, he uses it as a studio. He's a theatre-photographer you see." The man went in front up the staircase to the double front door. He stopped and turned around. "The park over there is the Parc de Belleville. It's nice to jog there in the morning, but some different actions go on during night. So…well!" The door opened before the man finished. An Asian guy in his sixties was in the doorway and he bowed. "We'll be four for dinner, Woot. And take my young friends to the guest room. I guess you are happy to share a bed, or…?" Mr Lumeau sounded more relaxed now. "Please meet me in the library in half an hour. I hope you will like some refreshment. I'll call Maurice." The two laughed when they were shown their room. The bedroom was like something from a French movie from the 1960's, with a huge bed in the middle of the room and an open door to a bathroom with bathtub. "Even lion-feet on the bathtub," Colin remarked. The home of a theatre-man, yes!" Colin undressed in a hurry, and pulled the clothes off his Bro and lover. Together they jumped into the huge bed and ended laughing in a tight embrace. Mouth met mouth, and tongue played with tongue, the sound of young love filled the room. Soon they turned around in a rough sixty-nine, and their stiff cocks found the wet targets. There was an old-fashioned window in the door to the room and the curtain did not cover it completely. Mr Lumeau stood outside, holding two bathrobes for the boys' use before and after the modelling. The sight inside was more than he could have imagined. Colin's round butt, the most beautiful he had ever seen, and then they changed, the Norwegian's butt slightly smaller, but perhaps even harder. The French professor and host groped himself, ashamed but spellbound. He could not move. He put aside the bathrobes, opened his fly and found his hard boner. "Lick my arse, Bro. Make me crazy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Your cock is fine for me, fine for me. Yes, yes, use your tongue, inside, inside!" Colin twisted the bum like a virgin girl. Olav spat in Colin's crack, collected wet fingers from his mouth and wet his own cock. Then Olav, as if his dick was double the size, not just 11 cm (4.2 inches), carefully penetrated his waiting boyfriend. Three males had a heavy orgasm at the same time. Olav filled up Colin's boy-cunt in a long-lasting spunking. He moaned with every load that left his body. Colin felt his piss-brother's orgasm and cried out, `I'm cumming, I'm cumming now!", and squeezed Olav's dick with his arse muscles. Olav managed to cup his hand around the end of his `brother's' cock and filled his open hands with Colin's pumping boy-milk. Mr Lumeau shot his load at the wooden door and let his cum drip down on the old-fashioned parquet flooring. Then he shook his veiny cock and went to the library. *** The dinner had been excellent. Woot and his young assistant had served them a combination of Thai and French food and the two young men were very satisfied. Mr Lumeau had even insisted that the boys should taste the home-produced wine from his small estate in the Bordeaux area. Maurice had arrived a bit late for the meal, but was full of enthusiasm as he had told the boys about his plans for the evening's art class. Now Olav and Colin waited in an old-fashioned changing room in the private art school where Maurice was an instructor. "It smells like my high school back home," Colin said. He was already naked under the bathrobe Mr Lumeau had brought from the house. Olav hesitated but after a piss-break he was prepared for modelling too. Now they climbed the benches to get a view of the room inside. "A Frankenstein lab," Colin said. Skeletons, arms, models and anatomic charts, and some plaster models, filled part of the room. Near the front was a sort of podium, and Olav counted twelve easels. "Mostly males," Olav commented. "But three brides standing at the front. Damn!" Maurice entered the podium. "We are very lucky today, mes amis. We are to make sketches from live models. The two young men that some of you met in the Musee d'Orsay earlier today have accepted our invitation." The students applauded. "They will take up different positions and your job is to make quick sketches. You may also use the school's hand-cameras for later work, but no private photos, no using mobiles. You know our policy." "Let's present the models, Mr Lumeau." Maurice turned to the man standing in the background. Colin and Olav jumped down from the benches like teenage students just before Mr Lumeau entered. "You will do great, guys," the man smiled. "Maurice will start with you, Olav. Half an hour of posing, then Colin will do the same. The rest will be together. Okay?" He put a hand on Olav's neck. "Don't be so serious guys, this is just fun, understand?" Olav was still uncertain, but Colin was one big smile when they entered the room. "Like with earlier modelling lessons…" Maurice looked at the students after the presentation of Olav and Colin. "You are allowed to look closely at the models, but of course no touching." "Sorry about that!" Colin tried to make a joke. Two of the younger guys at the back laughed. "Please, meet our enthusiastic art-students, my friends." Maurice followed Colin and Olav around to greet every student present. Colin grinned when he passed the two younger guys. Maurice placed a bean bag on the podium and asked Olav to take the position of the resting boy. "Please let me take your robe," he said. Olav undressed and felt very naked among all the dressed students and teachers. Two girls in the front row giggled when Olav covered his balls and flaccid prick with his hands. The look Maurice gave them could have turned them to stone. Both of the girls blushed and looked down. Olav modelled the sculpture very easily. Both Colin and Mr Lumeau were curious. Maurice was standing close. "We have very little time now, so work fast," he said to his students. "This model has the most fantastic gluteus a young man can have." He then used his hand and followed Olav's butt. "Look at the gluteus maximus." Maurice squeezed Olav's buttocks. "You must do a lot of sport, guys, if you want to have buttocks like these." Colin smiled when he saw that Olav's dick wasn't flaccid anymore, but the position Olav was in hid his erection. Colin was horny, and by looking at his friend he wondered how he should behave on the podium. He followed Mr Lumeau back to the changing room and sat down. "Please tell me sir, what is your main subject in your linguistic research." Colin had to focus on anything but the coming performance. Surprised, but like all teachers, Mr Lumeau was eager to talk about his work, and Colin was an active listener. A naked red-faced Olav entered the changing room carrying his bathrobe. Colin hugged him, and handed him a bottle of water. "I have always loved your gluteus maximus, Bro!" he said and patted Olav's butt. Colin entered the stage and all the students were silent this time when Colin stripped in front of them. "We have no real mantle so we will use the bathrobe." Maurice helped Colin to place the robe over his right shoulder. "Don't think about the mantle," Maurice said. "We will work with textures of different cloth in another lesson. From the frontal position I want you to study the body's symmetry and how the model's legs have a different pressure on the ground because his arms are holding the robe." Maurice used his hands to follow Colin's legs all the way from his groin below the knees. Colin tried to continue his linguistic discussion inside his head, but in vain. His flaccid prick started to grow. He tried to focus on the girls. He managed for a while. "The model is a bit more muscular than the sculpture we saw at the museum. His waist is smaller and his abdomen looks harder." Maurice had now used his flat hand to touch Colin's hips and belly all the way down to his trimmed pubic hair and the unavoidable happened. Colin displayed a rock-hard boner. "And as you see, the model is made of flesh and blood, not marble this time." Maurice smiled at Colin, and went down among the students to correct their works. Colin noticed that Mr Lumeau still was in the room, and that many of the male students used the cameras. The horny model tried to stay calm and also to keep his pre-cum from dripping. "Half an hour's break now." Maurice looked at Colin and helped him on with the bathrobe. "Good job lad, very good." Olav, still in his bathrobe, followed Maurice to a side room for tea and a chat with the students. Colin looked at Mr Lumeau. "Please do me a favour, sir. I would like to speak to Louis, the guy in the back row, right. I think I know him. I will meet you later. Okay sir?" Colin in a way gave an order, and the older professor hesitated before going to find the student. "Quelqu'un ici ?" A tall student in his early twenties entered the changing room. "I'm in here, Louis. Please come inside." Colin looked out from a folding screen in the corner. He was naked. The two students were very close in the small room. "I had to tell a white lie to Mr Lumeau," Colin said. "You wanted to see me Louis, said you had something to tell me." Colin didn't know why he whispered. "JustColin, in my sister's magazine. I recognised you in the museum today. She thinks you are so damn hot, even bought your underwear for her boyfriend!" Louis whispered too. Colin was closer to the tall young man now. "Your sister?" Colin continued. "Was it because of her you had a boner in there, and still have!" Colin touched the obvious bulge in the youngster's denims. The French student just looked down, swallowed and blushed. "I want you to fuck me, Louis. I want you to fuck me now, here!" Colin had put his robe on the bench. "But I have never…I am not…" The youngster stammered. "That's what all straight guys say, but I know better. A tight cunt, and you forget – boy or girl – doesn't matter, eh? Colin whispered close to Louis' ear. "You are the one that's damn hot, Louis. Allow me see your cock. Maybe you need relief before your next sketches, eh?" Colin started to open the youngster's belt and Louis did not protest. Instead he helped to pull down the tight trousers. A JustColin waistband was seen. Colin whistled almost silently and placed his lips over the white bulge. Again he looked at Louis and grinned. "Your sister? I see, I see!" Colin lifted the underwear carefully over the front and pulled it down to the lad's ankles. Then he started to lick and suck the beauty in front of him while cupping Louis' hard balls. The youngster's cock was like a teen's, but had the size of an adult. Colin knew how to handle and suck a cock. He had done it before, many times. Louis closed his eyes, threw his head backwards, put his hands very lightly on Colin's head and sounded like an excited cat. Suddenly Colin got up on his feet and opened Louis' smock. The young man was shirtless. The chest was as smooth as his own, and the nipples dark and erect. "Sorry that we have such a short break," Colin said mostly to himself and squeezed the hard nipples. Then he went backwards to the bench, lay down and lifted his legs in an invitation. "I have to watch such a French stallion when he mounts me. Open me like you would have done with your girlfriend, use your tongue. I have no cream and you are a big boy. But I need you now or I will cum in front of your fellow students in there." Colin used his hands to spread his buttocks and his boy-cunt was ready for some French treatment. "I have some hand cream, protection for the drawing-chalk." Louis fumbled in his smock and found a yellow tin. "Come on, stallion. Grease your horse-cock, show me that it's hotter than a marble cock," Colin dripped pre-cum. His cockhead glistened. Louis was not fumbling any longer. Still with his trousers and underwear around his ankles and his smock hanging around his thin upper body, he went into action. With tongue and lips he rimmed Colin like he would have sucked a wet cunt, then he took half the contents of his little tin and greased up the pink entrance. Then he pulled back his tight foreskin and greased his 20 cm (8 inch) boner. Without hesitation he lifted Colin's legs and placed them on his shoulders, before placing his cockhead against the half-opened boy-cunt in front of him. "Fuck me now, Louis. Don't hesitate. I knew you have wanted sex with me since I heard your laughter. I knew… eh." Colin had to stop talking. Louis didn't hesitate any longer. With one single thrust he rammed his weapon inside the waiting model. Colin let out a small cry. "That's how my girlfriend likes it." Louis grinned. "That's how I like it too." Colin answered by squeezing the guy's cock with his arse muscles. In the next ten minutes this was a fight, a fight between two persons full of raw lust, a fight for their own satisfaction, far from a real act of love. "Yes, yes, yes," Colin whispered with a hoarse voice. "Come on, come on. Be hard. You don't have to pull out from this cunt. Breed me, stallion!" A few minutes later when Colin's boy-seed splashed all over his own body, Louis came deep inside him. The French guy pumped man-cream again and again with open nostrils and flickering eyes. "You want some refreshment before we start again, Bro?" Olav shouted through the open door. "I'm going to cum very soon, darling," Colin yelled back. "Say hello to your sister, Louis." Colin was about to find his bathrobe. The art-student was dressed already. "Why did you call me Kenny just before you shot your load?" Louis asked. "I call all glorious straight boys Kenny," Colin said. "And you are the hottest French student I've ever met. Make a fine sketch of me now." Colin hurried to the bathroom. "We are to model a very special double sculpture now." Maurice had welcomed both Olav and Colin back to the podium. "I'm not going to tell you what to concentrate on this time. You all know the story about the two Trojan soldiers who died together because of their love for each other." Olav found Colin's hand. "You remember the dramatic sculpture we analysed on our visit to the Louvre?" Maurice continued and with some laughter he tried to put a Roman helmet on Colin. The two models undressed, feeling a bit more natural now. Olav lay down by Colin's feet, while Colin held his hand as if he was trying to protect his friend and lover. After some adjustments Maurice was satisfied. "Try to show both love and despair." The instructor talked to both models and students. The room was electric now, no sound but the scratching on the papers and some sound from the cameras. The positions for the models were very demanding and after half an hour they had to help each other to rise. "No easy job to be a professional model," Maurice said, but you did it well. Let's hear some applause, please." He looked at the students who followed their instructor. "Colin and Olav have agreed to give you another free sitting." Maurice looked at his students and he looked at the two who were now was sitting on the bean bag relaxing. "Anyone who would like to give them a task." "Love. Show us your love, please," one of the older students suggested. Colin looked at Olav a bit surprised. Olav suddenly took command. He stood up and addressed the group. The naked young Viking looked like a god in Colin's eyes and in simple, but correct, French he said, "You know the Norwegian painter Edward Munch. My favourite painting is called "The Kiss." He painted two kissing persons so close that from the side they look like one body. You should try to draw that! That's love." Colin took the challenge. He tried to cover a new erection, but without hesitation he rose and found Olav's body. Four arms made the embracement, two pair of legs twisted, and two lips met in a long-lasting wet kiss. From time to time the models needed some air, but they stayed like this for the next thirty minutes. "Thank you, friends! And good luck with your project!" Colin took Olav's hand and, met by applause, they bowed to the art students. Mr Lumeau and Maurice covered the two with their robes and applauded too. Two warm and tired youngsters dived into the huge bed when they were back in Mr Lumeau's guest room. They were followed by the host himself. "You did a great job today, guys. I understand that static posing is tough both for the muscles and the mind. Please relax now. I guess you will use the bathroom, but I have asked Woot and Boss to give you some relaxing massage if you would like that." "Woot is a masseur? But he's a great chef," Colin commented. "Woot was both a masseur and a housekeeper when he arrived from Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand forty years ago, and he has taught his grandson well," the host replied. "They often give full service to me and my husband and I'm sure you will like the service too. I'll call for them if you want to try." Both Colin and Olav nodded eagerly and moved on to the bathroom. When they returned, both Woot and the twenty year old Boss, as Mr Lumeau had called him, were preparing the bed. They covered the double bed with a black blanket and topped it with luxurious white towels. "Please make yourself comfortable, gentlemen. We will start with your backs and shoulders, I think." Woot in all white garments looked at Boss, dressed the same way, but shirtless. His dark hair and his oiled brown skin made him look like an oriental dancer. Both the boys hesitated. They had just a huge towel wrapped around their bodies after the short shower. Both the Thai guys went up to them, took hold of their towels and dried them. No shyness, both the pubic area and the buttocks were dried too. The men helped Colin and Olav to lie down side by side. The masseurs covered their buttock area with small white towels, then they climbed on to the bed. For the next twenty minutes the youngsters were oiled from head to feet and given light but professional massage. Colin and Olav did not see that Mr Lumeau had entered the room and found a seat by the foot of the bed. He had a full view of the massage scene. Woot and Boss lifted the towels from the boys' butts, spread their legs a bit, and each gave the buttocks and the crack in front of them a squeezing massage. They oiled the cracks once more and used the side of their open hand to stimulate the valleys. Light moaning was heard from both the boys. Woot used one oiled finger to find Colin's rosebud and Colin lifted his hips just a little. Woot looked at Mr Lumeau, who shook his head. Woot did not go on. "Please turn around," Woot said as he changed from Colin to Olav. "The light is strong so we'll use a mask for your comfort." The masseurs placed a silk mask across the eyes of both boys. Then the two sat down across the boys' upper legs. Both Colin and Olav had very clear erections and a string of pre-cum was seen when Colin turned around. Another twenty minutes and the boys got full service on their fronts, arms and legs. The pricks and balls were never touched, but the treatment of nipples and coronas made both boys tremble. Boss lifted a bottle of oil and let it drip down onto Colin's balls and naked cockhead. Then he looked at Mr Lumeau. This time the professor nodded. A very hot massage finale ended. It started with oil and a finger massage of the balls, before they lifted the boys' legs and added oil and gave massage to the perineum. Both the boys grunted with lust. When the legs were lowered again both the dickheads glistened from pre-cum. The masseurs added new oil to the cocks and gave the waiting boners some light treatment, no wanking, no heavy hands, just light play up and down the shaft and some pressure to open the piss-slits. The last action before Mr Lumeau left for the bathroom was that the masseurs concentrated on the `strings' underneath the cockheads. Colin lifted his hips and Olav groaned loudly at that treatment. "Please rise very carefully," Woot said, "and come to my side of the bed." The boys followed the order. With their backs to Woot and Boss the two got their final shoulder massage. The masseurs re-arranged the towels and asked the two to lie face down on the bed while keeping the feet apart, on the floor. "Now, relax, gentlemen. Take 20 minutes, don't move please. See you later for some refreshment," Woot said and the two masseurs left. "I'm so damn horny," Colin whispered. "Me too. Why didn't they finish us?" Olav whispered too. Mr Lumeau, now in a bathrobe, entered the room from the bathroom door. Young men's buttocks were his number one fetish, and the sight that met him now was enough to let his dark and veiny cock protrude from the loosely attached robe. He knelt behind the young visitors and put a warm hand on each of the waiting butts. "You allow me to continue, garcons?" Mr Lumeau made small circles on the oiled skin. "Thought you would never come, sir," Colin answered. "Please, your hand is so hot," Olav gasped. The man just looked at the well-formed buttocks in front of him. Then, using the pointing fingers on each hand, he started at the top of the crack, and followed tight and with quite firm pressure the oily crack all the way down two the youngster's hard balls. Both moaned and lifted their butts from the surface. "I think the Viking is the wettest, so you will have to wait a bit for service." Mr Lumeau spoke as he used his finger again and without warning put it deep inside Colin's boy-cunt and bent it. The boy groaned. Mr Lumeau moved behind Olav. He had stripped his robe off now, and started his work on the Norwegian boy by covering him with his naked body. His huge cock was filling the boy's crack. The man kissed Olav's neck and upper body. "Please let me cum, sir. I was so close, so close," Olav whispered. "I'll do you good, my boy. Very good." He knelt behind Olav again and started to massage his buttocks, much harder that the Thai man did. At the end he spread the buttocks as much as he could. Olav's arse-hole opened, the small fair hairs around his rosebud were covered with oil. Mr Lumeau blew a stream of air into the opened passage, before he placed his tongue in the open hole. Olav let out a little scream and opened more. Colin put an arm around his friend's upper body and looked at him with a loving smile. Colin had to find his own dick and give it a light wank. Over the next ten minutes Olav was rimmed like he had never been rimmed before. Mr Lumeau licked and sucked, not only the cunt and the crack, but the whole buttocks. Olav was wet with saliva and oil. "You can't wait, eh?" The man pushed a finger deep inside Colin again. This time he finger-fucked him hard. "Yes, yes, yes!" Colin trembled, but the man pulled out again and went back to Olav. The boys weren't aware that Boss was back in the room. He had sneaked inside a short time earlier. Mr Lumeau smiled at the Thai boy, dressed in a small loin-cloth, nothing more. His stiff black Asian pubic hair and his small, thin prick were fully visible when he sat down beside the bed. He looked more like fourteen than twenty just now, and his brown skin was a real contrast to that of the pale boys on the bed. Boss passed Mr Lumeau the massage oil. The man did now what Woot was denied earlier. He oiled Olav's boycunt and gave him a finger-massage like a real fuck. With one hand he caressed the buttocks. With the other hand - in the end using three fingers – he fucked the boy's prostate. Olav was about to cum. Colin heard it and tugged his hair. Mr Lumeau understood what was coming too. He gave a signal to Boss who managed to lie down between the professor and the boy and take Olav's dripping cock in his mouth. Mr Lumeau continued the treatment until Olav gasped and spunked off. Olav shot his load into Boss' mouth and the young cocksucker took care of every drop of liquid. Boss opened his mouth and white boy-milk dripped from the sides. Mr Lumeau found the boy's mouth with his own lips and they shared the nectar. He withdrew his fingers from Olav's boy-cunt and gave him a light spank on his buttocks. "Rest now, Viking," he said. Colin had been so excited by the heavy sex beside him that he could have cum hands-free if he had used his muscles and fucked the towel. Now he tried to concentrate. He used all his skill to stay cool, not to cum too early like a virgin teenager but he knew that this man had the power to milk him without mercy. Mr Lumeau did to Colin what he did to Olav. He covered him with his own body and bit his earlobes and tugged his hair. "You are the hard one, aren't you?" he whispered. "Check me, sir. Just check me. But yes, I want it hard, yes. Most of all I want your big cock, sir. I can take it even though I have seen in the mirror what a tool you have ready for us!" Colin whispered too. "Just wait, garcon. Just wait." Mr Lumeau took his cock in one hand and used it to massage the hard buttocks he loved. Spit, oil and pre-cum made a hot cream. Colin got a buttock massage like Olav, and Mr Lumeau smiled when he saw Colin's arse crack completely smooth with no signs of shaving. The man's tongue was ready for to begin its inspection. When Mr Lumeau squeezed the buttocks and then tried to open the boy-cunt, Colin teased him by closing as much and as long as he could. Mr Lumeau smiled. He oiled three fingers and just pushed. There was a fight between Colin and the French professor now. But Colin was horny and ready so he roared and opened up, and three fingers found their way inside in one thrust. A combination of rimming and finger-fucking followed and the professor's fingers were pushing and pushing at Colin's love-button. Colin tried to wait but he couldn't any more. He had reached the edge. Mr Lumeau won. "I'm cumming, sir. Oui, oui, s'il vous plait, let me cum!" Colin lifted his upper body. Boss was already on his way to find Colin's cock, but the boy shot his load like never before, again and again. Mr Lumeau pushed the button and Colin screamed and went on spunking. At the end he collapsed. Boss was drenched in Colin's cum. Now he got on his feet and smiled through dripping spunk. Mr Lumeau smiled too, and helped the Thai boy to clean up. Boss found two small pillows and placed them under the boys' hips. After that he dripped new oil in the arseholes now pointing upwards. Next he turned to Mr Lumeau and knelt in front of him, took hold of his waiting 25 cm (almost 10 inch) cock and licked it before he oiled the shaft and the head. The piss-brothers knew what was coming and they were as horny again as ever before. Mr Lumeau smiled when he wanked the two dripping cocks and squeezed their balls with fingers and nails. Both of the youngsters yelled. Mr Lumeau opened Colin. The young Thai used his small hand around the professor's cock as if he needed help to find the entrance. The man was very careful now. The fight with the fingers was history, and Mr Lumeau penetrated Colin as if he was a virgin. The tool was very long but not as thick as his dad's so Colin had no problem taking the whole boner. Boss climbed onto the bed and placed himself in front of Colin. He started to massage his shoulders, but Colin was in no need. He pulled the guy close, tore off his loincloth, and took care of his stiff junior. "Fuck me hard, sir. Take me hard. Make me cum again sir!" Colin begged between the mouth-fucking he was receiving from the Thai guy. Colin nearly cried with frustration when Mr Lumeau withdrew and moved to Olav. Olav took the huge man-cock like Colin did, but his response was quieter. Mr Lumeau saw that this boy had different needs so he caressed and kissed while he fucked him with short and more silent movements. Moving back to Colin, Mr Lumeau just mounted him and fucked him hard. After some minutes he changed again, and over the next twenty minutes the man fucked the two visitors with a different pace for each one. He was dripping with sweat and the sixty year old professor could thank his morning jogging for his staying ability. But Boss saw that the ending was soon to come. "Turn around, boys," Mr Lumeau said. Boss held their legs, and the man fucked the two with a huge smile on his lips. "I have to, I have to… " Olav was in the middle of a new orgasm, the clear spunk spread over his upper body. "I'm cumming too, I'm cumming now!" Colin used his hand and managed to shoot some of the white load in his own mouth. "Yes, yes." Boss wanked his little prick like crazy and the load from him, quite big too, hit the heads of the two guests. "Are you ready, beauties?" Mr Lumeau had used his fingers to close his own eruption. Now he released the pressure and the man-milk shot as though it was coming from a teenager. The three faces were drenched by the cream-like spunk. "Nicer than marble butts, sir?" Colin looked at the exhausted man. "Tres, tres beau! Tres, tres beau!" He left the bed and turned to Boss. His face was full of cum too. "Take care of the guests, Boss! Woot will serve us a nightcap when you are ready. *** The three young men woke up when Woot opened the curtains for them next morning. Boss had been there all night, and now he tried to cover up his naked body from his grandfather. "Breakfast is ready, gentlemen." Woot looked very serious, but smiled when Boss stumbled out of the bed. "Mr Lumeau has gone to the airport. His husband returns from Nice today, instead of tomorrow. He wants to meet you, gentlemen. Mr Lumeau will call you later." Olav and Colin, naked and with very visible morning woods, hurried to the bathroom. Woot served a traditional French breakfast, but since he knew the habits of his visitors, he supplied some pate, cheese and fruit as well. Olav and Colin were very satisfied. "Where is Boss this morning?" Colin was a bit worried that his grandfather had been angry with him because of his overnight visit to their bed. "He has some customers who like to see him in the morning," Woot did not show any feelings. "Customers like Mr Lumeau?" Colin ate and talked at the same time. "Not a good habit, son," his father would have commented. "Some old ladies from around here," Woot said. He was a man of few words. "Mr Lumeau left you a note, gentlemen." Woot had changed the topic. "He would like to see you for lunch, I think." He handed Colin a piece of paper. `Please meet Carlo and me at Place de la Bastille at one o'clock. Carlo is very anxious to meet you both. Call me if you have other plans for lunch. GL ` "Carlo, Mr Lumeau's husband, I guess." Colin looked at Woot. "Sounds Spanish," the student tasted the word. "Monsieur Carlo, his artist name by the way, was born in Saint-Martin in the Caribbean." Boss was suddenly standing behind Olav and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Artist name?" Olav asked. "Yes, nobody uses his creole name. Carlo is a theatre architect. He stages both theatre pieces and films." Boss talked about the man with pride. Woot looked at his grandson with talking eyes, and the Thai boy left the table again. "One more lady needs my warm hands," he grinned, took a croissant in one hand, and left. *** Colin and Olav were sitting in a very nice restaurant not far from la Bastille. The table was booked for four and the young travellers had used their GPS after receiving Mr Lumeau's further advice. Refreshments were even pre-booked for the boys who felt very exclusive when served by a very formal butler. The two were happy for their clean shirts. Minutes after their arrival, Mr Lumeau entered the restaurant followed by a man in his early thirties, Colin guessed. "A dark-haired, golden beauty," as Olav called him, when he told Bill about him next day. Mr Lumeau presented his husband Carlo to his temporary visitors. The man greeted them in a very French way, like old friends, with kisses on both cheeks. "I could eat a horse, darling." Carlo looked at his husband. "No service on the plane, and I only had a small breakfast in Nice." Colin both smiled and blushed. Carlo had used his own expression. It was a marvellous meal with plenty of food and wine. And Carlo treated the young tourists as if they were old friends of the family. The man had been very interested in the boys' life-stories and Olav was probably the most excited. And Carlo, like Mr Lumeau in the train, flirted like a real French adonis. "Gaston has told me everything about yesterday," Carlo said and looked at his husband. The meal was about to come to an end. "I understand that the posing was a great success." "It was...really a great success," Mr Lumeau answered and smiled at the boys who looked down and blushed. "All about buttocks, I heard," Carlo grinned. "Keep your butts away from my hunting husband. He found me, or more correctly, he found my butt on a beach in the Caribbean when I was fourteen, and since that day I've lived in his house. Dirty old hunter!" Carlo put his one hand on top of his partner's. "Yes darling, almost twenty years ago," Mr Lumeau paused. "And you love my butt still!" Carlo looked around. Then he whispered. "I heard you wanted to visit a real strip-show tonight, guys. A hot way to end your stay in Paris, yes? But I have a suggestion. Maybe we could arrange a show at home. I know some fellows." Carlo looked at Mr Lumeau who nodded. "And you could show the guys your stage arrangements, I understand." Mr Lumeau teased, and Carlo played sulky. "That would be perfect," Colin said. He looked at Olav. "No need to hire strippers, sir. My friend here loves doing that job!" Olav punched Colin's shoulder. Colin did not know what to say. For once his boyfriend had the last word. "You plan to take them to the Rodin museum, I understand." Carlo looked at his husband. "More beauties there, for sure!" Then he looked at his young fan Olav, who had `eaten' the Caribbean beauty from the moment he had entered the room. "Maybe you, young Viking, would like to go with me to the theatre and see the set-up for my next production?" Carlo asked. Olav looked at Colin who just smiled. "I would love to, sir. A whole new world for me," Olav answered. "That's settled then. gentlemen," Mr Lumeau left the table. "Dinner at home at seven Carlo, and the rest of the evening we follow your plan. Okay." The man gave his younger partner a pat on the back. When Carlo and Olav left in the first taxi, Mr Lumeau turned to Colin. "Before we go to the museum, I need to make a short visit to the studio we used yesterday. I believe I have left my diary there. Of course, I have the electronic one but my small notebook is my private Bible! You'll come with me?" "You sound just like my daddy!" Colin said as he entered the taxi. "How old is your daddy?" Mr Lumeau asked. "A bit older than you, sir." Colin had to be smart now. "In his fifties." "You're a flirt like your Norwegian friend, Colin. I'll soon be sixty," Mr Lumeau smiled. "And he is your father?" Colin looked at the chauffeur who only seemed occupied with driving in the heavy traffic. "No, he's not my father. He's my best friend, he's my partner and he's my lover. One day I hope he will be my husband. I moved to his house when I was fourteen, just like your Carlo did." Colin looked at the man with brown twinkling eyes. "I think he loved my butt!" Colin grinned. "But your Olav?" Mr Lumeau put a hand on Colin's knee. "We have adopted each other. We are `piss-brothers' you see, sir!" Colin smiled even more. Mr Lumeau did not ask what that word meant. But he was satisfied with the answer. Mr Lumeau was going from room to room looking for his book. Colin had stopped in front of one of the easels from yesterday. The painting was still there, Louis' painting. The sketch was really impressive. Colin could not but smile. He felt Mr Lumeau's breath on his neck and he felt the man's arms around his waist. "Guess what this student had in mind?" The professor said. He looked at the sketch of Colin with an erection triple his actual size. "But he made this sketch before he fucked me." Colin let the man open his shirt. "Wishful thinking, I guess. I was afraid you only wanted them young," Mr Lumeau whispered. "But your daddy?" "Yes, he's the best. I love you mature men, and my daddy has a cock just like the one you are pressing against my arsecrack now." Colin helped the man to strip him completely. Colin was as naked as the last time he was in this room. "I know you fancy my buttocks, sir." The man was squeezing his round balls. "But I have another wish today, sir. I will have you naked, and I will see you when you mount me!" Colin undressed the formally dressed man completely, then he fell on his knees and took the daddy-like cock in his mouth. Mr Lumeau followed Colin like a dog when he later dragged him by the stiff cock to the bean bag from the previous day. Colin lay down on the sack, lifted his legs and spread his arse. He never made the visit to the Rodin Museum. *** It was almost time for supper. Colin and Mr Lumeau dried each other after a wake-up shower in the studio changing room. The two, one professor close to sixty, the other a student and nineteen, had not discussed linguistics this afternoon, but after Colin's third orgasm, he had next to fainted in the professor's arms. The taxi stopped in front of the house in the east of Paris. There were lights in the dining-room, but the house was silent. "Take a rest, Colin. I will see you for supper. I need a drink. Do you want one too?" Mr Lumeau said. "I guess Carlo and Olav will be back soon." Colin went up to Mr Lumeau and kissed him lightly. "Thank you, sir, but I'm already aroused." He turned and went upstairs to the guest room. When he was in the corridor he saw some lights in the room. He stopped in front of the door with the old window. Then he saw the shadows and smiled. A man was lying across the huge bed, and a youngster was riding him with force and style. "Oui, our, Viking. You are cumming again, aren't you? The voice was loud and clear, and was followed by a young man's groaning. Colin turned back, and found Mr Lumeau in the library. "I think I will accept that drink after all, sir," he said and found one of the huge leather chairs. To be continued