Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2019 12:36:32 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Colin's New Adventures 98 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 98 Colin was all alone by the pool. The sun was about to set behind the hills. The temperature was still tropical and the sounds from the evening birds could be heard from the trees around the estate. From time to time the silence was broken by laughter and jokes. The group of men sitting on the patio seemed to be having a nice evening with their cold drinks served by young Pierre. Monsieur Reynard had given Colin credit for his performance during the day. All three actors from Kasim's `stable' in Marseille had been happy with him. Colin himself had not at all complained; three well-hung men had fucked him in both ends and drained his balls. Three men had drenched him in man-milk and presented him like the slut figure he was meant to be in coming shows. But he wasn't fully satisfied, he would miss the closeness and friendship he had built up with Kasim, 'The Stallion from Morocco'. "I will show them an alternative tomorrow," he thought. "But I have to make the final arrangements." He was putting on his white bathrobe when he heard a ping from his laptop. "Olav, of course," he thought. "We had an agreement! I have forgotten him today." He had brought the laptop because his `piss-brother' Olav was to call him from Alexandria. "How are you, Bro? Sorry I didn't call you earlier!" Colin smiled at the slightly blurred picture of his friend on Skype. "I'm good, baby fucker! Carlo is taking care of me. We've been all over the city today. Interesting place, but very crowded." Olav placed the camera so that Colin could see a shirtless man sitting on the bed behind him. Olav wore nothing but a towel around his hips. "Nice to see you, sir. A hot night in Egypt, I understand!" Colin got a smile back from the French theatre artist. "It's always hot when Nordic youngsters are present." Carlo put an arm around Olav's shoulder. "Why are you dressed, Colin?" Olav teased. "You said you would be naked all the time when in France. No lovers around?" "I've been naked all day, Bro. Just had a swim to cool me down. Filmed some hot stuff today." Colin saw that Carlo played with Olav's nipples. "Seems that you will be fucking naked soon too." Colin addressed his friend. "We'll have a farewell night." Carlo broke in and tried to look sad. "Olav's uncle will arrive tomorrow." Colin saw that the Frenchman put his hands inside his `boyfriend's' towel. Colin pulled robe open and placed the laptop so he could be seen full frontal. His hard-on filled the screen. In the hotel bed in Egypt Carlo wanked his young Norwegian who moaned with lust. The screen went black, but still some sounds could still be heard. "Too tough for Internet!" Olav shouted. Then the link closed down completely. Colin felt a bit stupid dancing alone, naked, in front of his own laptop, but was very happy for his boyfriend's adventures in Africa. Colin behaved like a diva when he passed the partying men. He had a towel lashed around his wet hair, he had his robe fullu open, his boy-cock was still hard, and he smiled a slut-like smile. "See you all tomorrow morning, gentlemen. I'd better get my beauty sleep!" *** Young laughter was heard from the guest suite when Colin returned from his evening trip to the pool. He had to make some arrangements for the next morning and suddenly the landscape looked very different in the dark night. An open outdoor fire had led Colin to the correct place though. Colin couldn't help smiling when he entered the room. His dad was sitting in the middle of the bed like a `master' with three youngsters around him. Habib, Kasim's eldest nephew, was on knees behind him giving Bill some shoulder massage. Kasim Jnr, the youngest, was sitting in Bill's arms combing the man's chest hair with his fingers and Caid, the middle one, and the most mature of the nephews, oiled Bill's feet and legs. Bill was dressed in nothing but tight boxer shorts, and the three boys were all shirtless in their well-used baggy football shorts. "What a sight!" Colin bumped himself down in a comfortable armchair. "The lads told me that this is Kasim's way of relaxing!" Bill answered. "I could use some massage myself." Colin smiled. Kasim Jnr was behind him before he ended the sentence. Colin lifted his arms, and let the just-13 year old guy free him from the t-shirt. "I looked for you, darling," Bill said. "Kasim and Pierre are giving Reynard some service, and then I met these lads. Couldn't been better!" Bill reached for a glass on the side table. "It could be better!" Colin said. "This looks like a football match. Why not remove that baggy football gear, guys? Let me help you, Junior." Not receiving any protest, Colin stripped the youngster. Habib grinned and followed the youngster's example without hesitation. Colin's eyes met Caid, the 16-year old, whom his uncle had called, the girls' Adonis. He blushed. "Please come here, Caid. I haven't been able to have a close look at you this year." Bill let the lad kneel in front of him, then he removed the football shorts carefully. With no underwear, Caid showed a young man's beauty. While Habib was equipped with a dick just Colin's size and Junior's prick was still growing, Caid, tall and thin, had an adult size dick and balls. His cock was more than 20 cm (8 inches) when hard. Colin knew, that even half-hard like now, Caid was more than 15 cm (6 inches). He did not have the thickness of his uncle yet but, for a 16-year old, he was very well-hung. The situation probably made Bill freer than normal. Very carefully he cupped Caid's hanging balls, smooth but not shaved. Then he caressed the boy's pubic area, shaved clean in accordance with Muslim beliefs. The boy closed his eyes, and when Bill used one hand to squeeze the growing circumcised dick, Caid moaned with pleasure. Bill felt Habib's wet cockhead touch the back of his head, and he watched how Kasim Jnr undressed Colin in the armchair. "Unfair that you are still dressed, Daddy. Let the boys take a better look at you. You have nothing to hide. Your body is hotter than the three professionals who met me today," Colin said. With his eyes on young Kasim Jnr he continued. "You see, Junior, Dad is as big as your uncle. The two really are stallions." "Uncle doesn't let me touch himdown there. He says I'm too young. Unfair, because he allows the others..." Kasim Jnr was interrupted by Caid who was still being caressed by Bill's hands. "Shut up, Junior. Uncle wants to cut your hair tonight. Go on now, or I will have to" Caid added a finger. The youngest pouted and left naked with the football shorts hanging in front, covering his young pride. Bill did not comment. He felt that Caid's body melting in front of him. Colin was aroused by the situation too. He smiled at the guys in the bed and peeled off his tiny underwear. Naked and again fully erect he climbed into the bed and went behind the already kneeling Caid. "Undress Dad for me, Caid. He will love it!" Colin whispered and smiled when he saw his Dad with a spear inside the tight boxers. Habib helped his brother. Together they pulled down the underwear and helped Bill to find a good resting position between the tower of pillows. "Suck him, Habib. You know how to please him. Don't be shy. Think about our hot nights in Marseille last year!" Colin spread Bill's legs and placed Habib doggy beside him. Habib took care of Bill's iron-hard cock with great skill. "You will allow me to suck you, Caid? Close your eyes and think of your girlfriends at home!" Colin turned Caid around. "They are too lazy!" Caid complained. "They are the ones to be served, but I'm not licking their cunts!" The young lad had already placed his hands on the back of Colin's head to tell that he was more than ready for Colin's treatment. Reynard had advised Colin to `save' his boy-cunt for a while. He had inspected him this afternoon, and found that he was quite swollen after the morning's treatment. "Stupid!" had been the horse-manager Castro's comment after checking Colin with his tongue just half an hour earlier. The man had also anointed the teen's arsehole with his special cream, so Colin felt very fit for some night sex. He spread his buttocks and placed Caid's hands in the crack. The youngster hesitated but soon he played with Colin's cunt while Colin took care of the thin 20 cm (8 inch) Arab spear with skill. Colin wanted more. For the first time this holiday he was alone with Bill and Kasim's nephews. "Why not?" he thought. "I'm ready for something really huge today, and Dad will soon be spunking off inside Habib if this goes on. A waste, I think!" Bill did not understand why Colin pushed Habib away from his sucking job. He looked at his son with an irritated look. "Don't you think that your huge cock should do more than a mouth-fuck, Dad? Let Habib ride you now. He's a good rider. Caid will help me open him for you." Colin found the lube from the bedside cabinet, greased his fingers and placed a generous amount inside the boy's arsehole. "Grease up my dad! " Colin had commanded and the young Arab top followed his instructions. With almost professional hands, he made Bill's 24 cm (9.5 inches) ready for action. "Now you! "Colin took care of Caid's cock which was pointing upwards, dripping pre-cum in a long thread. The circumcised cockhead and the shaft were given hard treatment from the young Scots boss. Bill just smiled, and said nothing. "Let the kids play with my cock for a while," he thought, hornier than he had been for a long time. "Open your brother! Show me the fucker you are. Down on your knees, Habib, and don't make me believe that this is the first time you've fucked him." Colin used one hand and placed it between Habib's buttocks. Caid was inside him in seconds, and started a rabbit-fuck. "Cool it, Buddy." Colin shouted. "You are just to open him!" Bill smiled when he heard the instructions. After few minutes Colin stopped Caid, who was far from pleased by that. "Just wait, just wait. You will get what you want. Take it easy!" Colin said before he helped Habib to stand up in the bed with his legs outside Bill's hips. "Now give my dad a good ride! You love his monster-cock, I know!" Colin helped Habib to lower himself. Bill's cockhead pressed at the youngster's backdoor. Habib received the thick tool with closed eyes and an open mouth. Bill was soon at the tight youngster's sphincter. As a very careful fucker, he did not use force. He let Habib do the job. After some small stops Habib had the 24 cm (9.5 inches) all inside his love-tunnel. With gritted teeth he started to move. But after a while Bill took charge of the show. He showed the young ones what a fucker he was and gave the 18 year old Arab a hard battering from underneath. Colin understood what was happening. He watched the trembling of the young body, and he heard his breathing change. With a loud scream and a hand around the root of the tiny dick, Habib shot his load into Colin's mouth, and to Caid's surprise Colin swallowed the mouthful of boy-milk and licked his lips afterwards. Bill was still fucking when Colin, dipping spunk from his lips, kissed him deep and hard. "Please slow down, Daddy. Let's try something special, eh?" Colin used his fingers to place a large amount of lube inside his own boy-cunt, then he lowered himself on to his dad's still wet cock. He had no problems bottoming him, but despite being very used to each other Colin has to rest a bit to adjust his own mixture of pain and lust. Then he started to ride, with long hard strokes. He stopped when his daddy's cock was just inside his outer ring. Then he looked at the wanking Caid. "Fuck my boy cunt now, girlfucker. See if your cock can manage to fill me even more." Colin leaned forward a bit. Caid had a full view of Bill's cock inside Colin's arse. The youngster knelt, gave his stiff dick some wanks and placed the thinner cut cock against Bill's huge spear. In a sort of common effort by the three, Colin had two cocks inside his tight boy-cunt, a pussy young Caid fucked for the first time. For the first time Colin shared a threesome like this too. Colin was going to cum soon. He knew that. This was a hotter fuck than he had been into for a long time. His father couldn't comment because Habib had given him his stiff cock again for another round and was an active mouth-fucker. From the sideview in a mirror Colin could see that the door to the room was half open and he saw the shadow of Kasim Jnr. The movement of the youngster's right hand showed that he wasn't just watching what was going on in the bed. Caid was the first to reach his limits. He filled Colin's love-tunnel with young cum, but stayed inside. The movement was even harder and faster when the spunk was added. Bill pushed Habib aside and howled when he, after the hottest love session in a long time, filled his son with the thick man-cream he produced over the last twelve hours. Habib wanked in front, red-faced and almost causing pain to his little prick, which just spunked off minutes earlier. Now he sent a new clear load over Bill's upper body. Colin needed no wank to cum. After the usual signals, his body started to react and his arse muscles pushed the now softening cocks out of his arse. Then he spunked hands-free, with a small whimper on each eruption. Caid and Habib fought for the spunk. The four slowed down beside each other. There were no sounds in the room but the for sound of heavy wanking at the doorway. Colin felt pity for the youngster put outside by his brother. He went up to Kasim Jnr, knelt in front of him, and used his mouth to give him the dry orgasm that completed this hot French evening. *** The sun was shining and the room was hot and smelt of men at play when Colin woke up beside his still sleeping dad. Colin smiled when he saw that Bill had his arm around another boy this morning as well. Caid lay with one hand combing Bill's body hair. His eyes were closed and Colin thought he was still asleep. Two tents in the thin sheet told a morning story. "Not the only straight guy that changes when the opportunity is there," Colin thought. From time to time he longed for his room-mate Kenny. He was very happy that Kenny had rented a flat close to the university and invited him to share. Kenny had been one big laugh when Colin had asked for a king-size bed. `Do we need more than one bed?' had been his question. Now Colin looked at the young sleeping Arab. He seemed so innocent and immature, but he makes love like a man. Colin had woken up in the middle of the night with lips around his dick and the two had ended in a sixty-nine before Caid had emptied himself inside Colin's still wet love-hole. Colin was in need of the bathroom, and he thought his dad should have the pleasure of waking up with a new youngster longing for morning service. An hour later and Colin was ready for Pierre's breakfast after a hard session in the pool. He found a note on the table. `Sorry chico. I have to go to the vet with a sick horse. Kasim goes with me. Our appointment is still on for tomorrow, okay! Cheers, C.' Mr Reynard, in white as always, waited for his fresh croissants. Colin thought he had a strange smile this morning as if something was unsaid. "I wonder.." Reynard started. "I wonder if you could do me a special favour tonight." Colin was into his second croissant. He looked at his boss with a mouth full of pastry. Reynard grinned. "Okay, what favour, sir?" Colin was familiar with the whipping and flogging and the man's special needs, and was happy that Bill was around to step in. "I want you to come with me to a party in the village. You remember Dr Martins who put needles into your tits? I'm invited to a summer party in his house and I hoped you would come with me as a surprise for the host and the guests." Reynard smiled with a hand on Colin's naked knee. "And what is my job there, sir?" Colin was both curious and excited. He felt his prick was about to betray him again. The robe he wore was close to open at the breakfast table. "You just have to dress up a bit special," he continued. "Pierre will be there. He knows the set-up." "Will Dad be there?" Colin asked. He was a bit worried about the doctor's wild fantasy. "A rumour tells me that your dad is occupied with Castro and Kasim." Reynard had a gesture as if he was about to tell a secret. Suddenly Bill, full of morning spirit sat down at the table. "Wet hair, darling! You've been swimming already, son. Soon you will be able to swim in the Mediterranean! And the landlord is an old swim-instructor too. Maybe he could help with your technique." Bill gave Pierre a manly pat on the buttocks when he arrived with the breakfast. Colin, still thinking about the evening proposal, or order, from his boss, managed to sound innocent when he asked, "Can you manage without me tonight, Dad? Reynard has invited me to a party in town. Sorry to leave you alone." Colin kicked Bill's legs underneath the table and winked as he added, "Maybe there are some others around who would like a beer, or maybe a hunky wrestling match." Bill blushed suddenly and Reynard coughed. "I'll bring him back before midnight, Bill. You can be sure of that! If you wish you may have the sports car this morning, Colin. Pierre has some errands in the village." Reynard stood up. The breakfast was over. Colin jumped over to Bill's side of the table and sat in his lap. "Hope Caid did you good!" he said and gave Bill a kiss. "He's such a cute boy. I wish I was a girl!" Pierre was just passing. He smiled when he heard Colin's remark. *** It was a calm morning in the village. Colin had parked by the town hall, and crossed the town hall square to the open Farmers' Market. Colin was standing outside the market hall looking at a notice for the upcoming fte when someone appeared beside him and said, "It's Colin, isn't it? I never expected to bump into you in France." Colin was becoming used to being recognised from the JustColinadverts but it was rare for anyone but teenagers to approach him. Heturned to face a tall, grey-haired gentleman he had never seen before. "I recognise your Scottish accent - from the Edinburgh area perhaps - but I don't think we've met," he said. "My apologies," the man said as he held out his hand. "My name is Dougal and we haven't met before." Colin shook the man's hand and smiled. "You recognise me from the adverts?" "Adverts?" Dougal looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, you do the underwear adverts. I wasn't sure if it was the same youngster. No, I recognised you from...erm, the videos. I am a member of a certain paying website. You know the one?" Colin blushed slightly. He had never met anyone who had paid to see his porn videos before. "Oh," was all he said. "Aye. You are by far my favourite performer," said Dougal. "I have watched all three of your videos many times. I hope you are going to appear in more." "Actually I have just finished shooting a new one, in North Africa," Colin explained. "It should be online for purchase soon." "May I offer you a coffee, or maybe an ice cream?" Dougal put a hand on Colin's lower arm. "An ice-cream would be perfect, sir. I've to meet a friend in half an hour's time." Colin was excited at meeting an unknown customer, and above all a fellow countryman. "What are you doing in France, Colin? Not many Scots around here, I guess." Dougal had ordered ice cream and strawberries. "A holiday, sir. My Dad and I are visiting friends at a farm just outside the village. I was about to ask you the same question. You don't look like a backpacker, if I may say so." Colin had problems staying serious. He knew that the man knew, and had no reason to act. He gave the man his best smile, and flirted openly. "I'm staying with an old friend from the military, a man I met when on some NATO business a few years ago. He was the one, by the way, who helped me gain membership of the paying website. He hinted at having seen you perform in a show or something, but the old security officer was very secretive. He wouldn't tell me a damn thing. Security above all, the old hunter!" The talkative Scot smiled and tried to charm the young waiter who was serving the ice cream. Colin was speechless. Only one French military officer had been to his private shows; he even bought his dirty underwear. Colin was pleased to hear about the man not divulging any secrets, and he didn't want to discuss his shows, so he said, "I hope you will like my new video, sir. It will be my last for a while. I have to concentrate on my university studies and beside that I have the modelling contract, you know. You should look out for the new collection. It's very sexy." The young salesman grinned. He waved to Pierre who had just entered the outdoor cafe. Pierre stopped very politely beside the table. "Dougal is a countryman of mine, Pierre," said Colin. "We have just met and he was happy to cool me down with some ice cream." Dougal gave Pierre his hand. "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer." Pierre was very polite. "I need ten more minutes, Colin. Sorry for keeping you waiting!" "See you by the car, Pierre. Take your time!" Colin finished off his ice cream. "The young Frenchman, an actor too?" Dougal asked. "No, no. He's not a porn guy like me. He was a classical dancer before he damaged his Achilles' tendon. Now he is pleasing old gentlemen. So we are in a way in the same business, sir." Colin grinned, then almost immediately he regretted his free speech. "Sorry, sir. I'm in a teasing mood today. Must be the heat. Pierre is a great artist. He's responsible for the nude painting event in the village fair tomorrow afternoon. I will be painted too. Please come and watch, sir. I will look for you; you have been very kind. Always good to hear the Scots tongue in a foreign land, even if you have a funny accent in the capital." Colin smiled as he gave the man his hand. "I'm not from Edinburgh, young man!" Doughal winked. "I understand that now. Closer to the border I would guess, sir. Peebles may be?" The student was in his own corner now. Dougal just grinned. "Please take my card, Colin, and make contact if you feel for it. I teach at The Old Academy. Have a nice holiday. Maybe I will see you tomorrow. Would have loved to see you without paint though!" Dougal waived when Colin hurried across the street towards Reynard's red sportscar. "I bet you would; I bet you would!" Colin whispered to himself, found Pierre and gave him a sudden kiss. *** Mr Reynard and Colin were welcomed by a smiling Dr Martins. "What a surprise to see you here, Colin. I thought you would have gone south with your dad by now." Dr Martins was not a good actor. Colin saw from his actions that he was expected. "We leave after the weekend, sir, but we love staying with Mr Reynard. We are in no hurry, as long as he remains pleased to see us!" Colin touched Reynard's arm lovingly. Suddenly Pierre came down the stairs from above. "Please come with me, love," he whispered. Reynard was taken through to the main room by Dr Martins, and Colin heard more voices inside the room. "I'll show you the changing room," said Pierre." Colin was puzzled. He was dressed in only white tight shorts and a golden singlet. He had no need of a changing room. At the top of the stairs Pierre directed Colin through what had to be a guest bedroom and into the changing room. Colin stopped at the doorway. He had never seen anything like this. The room was filled with costumes. Some leather gear was seen, but most of the room was filled with ladies' gowns, and girls' equipment. Pierre followed Colin through the room and ended up in a small dressing room with mirrors on all the walls. "This is the equipment Mr Martins wants you to wear tonight, baby!" Pierre was suddenly very feminine, just like Colin's friend Roland, who changed attitude when he played up with his `princess' friends. Pierre put a set of young girl's clothes in front of him. Colin was not happy. It was not his style, but in a way he was excited too. Mr Martins appealed to him, and Reynard was a great idol, even if Colin sometimes had trouble with his attitude. "Let me apply some make up first, Colin. You are fully shaven down there, I know. Pierre tittered. "So we don't need to do that job!" Pierre helped Colin to undress. He sat down by the dressing table wearing the smallest possible bikini. Colin was well tanned and had no tan lines after all the nude sun bathing. Ten minutes later a young, but very expressive, girl appeared in the mirror. Even Colin's own hair was changed into a fresh girlish style. Pierre was a real artist. "Please undress, baby. I have some special underwear for you." Pierre tried to be professional only, but Colin noticed that the cock cage he had on today afflicted him as he became horny. Soon Colin was naked in front of the artist, looking very different now from the times in the pool area. Strangely, the youngster for once was flaccid. Colin had to put on white lace underwear; tight in the front, but completely open from behind. He added suspenders to keep up white see-through stockings. Pierre then handed him a small bra, but Colin refused; no padded tits for him. "The dripping gentlemen have to make do with my sporty-looking upper body or no performance." He was defiant. Pierre went into the store room and returned with a see-through lace top which ended halfway between Colin's nipples and his navel. "Sexy," Colin said, suddenly smiling, rubbing his erect nipples through the cool garment. He felt his little man stiffen too inside the tight lace. "Dr Martins wanted you to chose your own dress!" Pierre pointed at three dresses. With a grin, Colin chose the shortest and sexiest one with a flouncy skirt. The skirt was so short that the lower part of the boy's buttocks could be seen when he moved. Wearing the yellow dress with black dots, Colin was pleased when he watched his `sister' in the mirror. Then he followed Pierre back downstairs. "You serve them drinks now!" Pierre handed Colin a tray with colourful summer cocktails. "What a sexy chick!" Dr Martins was one big smile when Colin entered the room. The boy did his job with the tray. When he approached Reynard, the man whispered, "No need to look so serious, Colin. It's just fun for old men, play your part!" He put a hand under the skirt and squeezed Colin's left buttock. "Hope you like my dress, gentlemen?" Colin followed Reynard's signal instantly. When he turned around and bent slightly, the skirt revealed the two golden globes. "Come over here, baby. Let the doc inspect you, eh?" Dr Martins put a hand underneath the front of the skirt. "A huge clit here, I feel. Wet too, I think. I love chicks with huge clits. Pity that it's hidden behind underwear. You are wet, darling?" the man asked. "With a lot of nice men around, how can I not be wet?" Colin felt his little devil grow wild between Dr Martins' squeezing fingers. "Let me check your pussy too, love! Bend over a little, please." Dr Martins placed a hand in Colin's naked crack, and used his middle finger to penetrate him. "Wet here too, a very wet pussy waiting for treatment!" Colin was happy that Pierre had filled his arse with lube. The man was a master with the finger inside Colin while two fingers on his other hand squeezed the boy's prick like a vice. Colin was groaning with lust. He was close to the edge already. This was hotter than he had thought it would be. "You see, my friends!" Dr Martins looked at the three other men present. "Girls squirt like young men if they are treated correctly. Their clits are like small pricks!" He used his thumb and index finger on Colin's sore dickhead. "I'm cumming, sir. Sorry sir!" Colin was really spraying the spunk inside the lace, and some went through the thin fabric. Colin whined when Dr Martins continued. "Let us all take a look!" Reynard felt suddenly a bit sorry for his dream-model. Dr Martins licked both his hands when he moved away from Colin. Reynard placed the lad in his lap, moved the skirt out of the way and played with the wet front. Then he let the two men, unknown to Colin, do the same. "It's hot here, gentlemen. I think our visitor needs to adjust her clothing. Please let me help you off with the dress!" Colin lifted his arms and let the man strip him. "That's better!" Dr Martins grinned when he saw Colin in the girly underwear. "I think your clit is uncomfortable, baby. Let me help you with that." He reached for a medical scalpel placed on his side table. Colin shuddered. He remembered the needles. He looked at Reynard. The man just smiled. Dr Martins lifted the lace nickers and used the scalpel to cut a small opening in the front; just big enough to let the cockhead free. The balls and the shaft were still inside. "Now, darling. Show my friends your dripping clit." The doctor looked at his friends and grinned. "I'm sure you are allowed to use your tongue too." Colin felt a bit humiliated, but on the other hand he was again as horny as he had been some minutes earlier. No doubt that the men, including Mr Reynard, would use the opportunity to squeeze and lick Colin's cockhead. He watched the men's bulges grow and he saw the two strange men unzip. "Come here, love! I'm sure we can manage to get more juice from that clit. Let's remove that short chemise and let the men see that you have the most sexy nipples." Dr Martins had a huge hard-on and did nothing to hide it. Suddenly Pierre, dressed in a see-through gown, showing the steel cockcage underneath, came up to Colin and helped to undo the white lace top. Pierre had given the boy's coronas some extra dark colour and even worked the nipples with a pink cream. The nipples were now fully erect and since Dr Martin's last needle treatment they were even more sensitive. "Try to ride the boss. I gave him a double injection. Hope his heart can take it," Pierre whispered and grinned. Colin stood in front Dr Martins now as the man played with his nipples. First the doctor used his fingers, then he used his lips and tongue. In the end a combination of lips and teeth were used. The boy yelled every time the doctor bit him, but he tried to yell like the princesses at home. His piss-slit was dripping pre-cum again. The doctor collected the drops and lubricated the young lips before he kissed him tight. Next step and the still very girlish Colin was turned around to face Reynard and two other guests. The tight fabric was like a cockring behind Colin's purple red cockhead, but he was tenting now and the shaft and even a shadow of his pale brown balls could be seen in the evening light. Dr Martins continued the work on Colin's nipples. "Put your hands above your neck, girl. Keep away from your clit, ok? Burning eh? Want another orgasm, yes? Feel you want to pee too? Waiting for a finger into your pussy again, eh? Or do you prefer a real mancock; mancocks for a small pussy." Dr Martins was very excited while talking dirty and Colin watched the three men wanking their cocks without removing their formal suits. "Look at her clit now, gentlemen!" Dr Martins used his nails on Colin's nipples, then he rather brutally penetrated him with two fingers and went straight to the boy's swollen prostate. Now he worked the boy-cunt from behind and the nipples in front and Colin was close to fainting with pleasure. He did not shout this time, but the pre-cum dripped and then he spunked again and again across the marble floor. But the man did not stop the treatment. He went on harder and harder, and Colin leaked juice, clear juice. "Pierre, take it!" Reynard shouted. In a hurry Pierre knelt in front of Colin and opened his mouth. The third ejaculation filled his mouth and so did the two small squirts of yellow liquid that followed. "Stop! Be a good girl!" Dr Martins gave Colin series of light spanks on his buttocks and he managed to stop pissing. "Go on and please your boss now, darling." He pushed Colin forward. Colin suddenly understood that Mr Reynard's secret was the `boy-girl' sex. The man with problems getting a hard cock without pills and use of heavy spanking, sat in front of him with spread legs and a stiff cock, wanking like a teenager. Colin played his role all the way, and treated the man differently from how he normally treated his boss and idolised photographer. "Okay, please lick my clit, sir. Some juices are still dripping, you see." Colin knelt with his knees beside the man's hips and gave him his cockhead, still swollen. "Pull the knickers away, please sir, and open me. Open my pussy. Let me be your little dream girl, eh? Colin had no problem taking Mr Reynard's cock, not too thick and very normal (15 cm/6 inches) in length. "You are so big tonight, sir. Just fuck me hard. Let me swallow your hard cock with my pussy again and again." Colin tried to use the arse muscles. He was in command now. From the sides of his eyes, he saw three wanking cocks close to his naked upper body. Dr Martins spunked off first. He sent his load over Colin's hair, neck and back. With a sort of synchronisation the two strangers, one on each side, hit the boy's chin and his nipples. Colin did not open his mouth, but he wanted to give Mr Reynard full pleasure. He lifted his body, and let the cock enter him with force again and again. With a heavy roar the man blasted inside Colin; a small load, but a full orgasm from the man who had tried so many times before without success. Colin put his arms around the man and for the first time he kissed him with lust and passion. Reynard commanded the men to clean Colin. They hesitated, but then went ahead. With hands and tongues they cleaned their own man-milk from the girl-like boy. Colin lifted his body from Reynard's flaccid cock, caught the dripping milk from his arse and licked his fingers with pleasure. Colin was still hard, even after the triple spunk. He guessed the men wanted a hot finale. With sensual movements, he did the opposite of a strip. He put on the bra-like top, then put on the yellow dress and styled his hair. The cute girl was about to become a dirty slut. He/she went from lap to lap, teased and flirted, and let all the men play with both her pussy and her clit. Colin ended up in the middle of the room. With sexy movements he took off the shoes and the white stockings, then followed with the suspenders. He handed the items to the hungry old men. Colin then went up to Dr Martin and found the scalpel. "Maybe you should adjust my clit, doctor. I want it even bigger, you see!" Colin placed the tool in Dr Martins' hand. The man took the signal and made the opening in the lace knickers a bit bigger. The girl-boy's 10 cm (4 inch) shaft was now fully visible, but Colin giggled when he covered the hard-on with the dress. Colin placed himself on the sofa close to the doctor. He spread his legs like a whore and put first two, then three, fingers into his cunt and finger-fucked himself. Then he lifted the dress and showed off his stiff prick, presented like a clit, and started to wank between two fingers. The little boy-girl turned into a slut who did what she could to show the old men her double self-fuck. "Take my load now, gentlemen. Tell me if the girl-spit is like the boy-milk. Come on now," he shouted. Then he wanked like a crazy boy. He did not pretend to just show off a wet cunt. He wanked with a hard fist, played with his foreskin, and put a fourth finger into his arse. "I'm cumming, damn! I'm cumming again, fuck, fuck!" He howled now, not like a nice girl, but like a teenage boy who managed to spunk in front of four men for the fourth time in one evening. "Come, Colin. Come, my boy. You did a fantastic performance." Mr Reynard carried the half-naked Colin into the doctor's bathroom. Colin looked at him. "You filmed this show, didn't you? Three cameras? Was it a recording only or a live performance to a paying audience?" Colin was very direct. "A good idea, son!" Reynard blushed. "But, yes, we have a recording. Only Dr Martins knows. How did you?" "Sir, please don't you wouldn't want to miss making money from that show, I know. But my Dad must approve before it is sold, sir!" Colin had stripped in front of Reynard and the man's fragile hands washed Colin from top to bottom. "How many young boys have been girls in there?" Colin asked. "Only a few, but you are the first to show me heaven!" Mr Reynard had a solid grip around Colin's balls and tiny prick. "Have you arranged the fourth audition tomorrow morning, son?" The boss changed the subject. His white designer summer suit was all wet. *** "Spank me, Dad, and then fuck me hard. Please, Daddy!" A very submissive Colin crawled on all fours from the bathroom to the master's bed where a naked Bill was sitting with a late night whisky. "Please use the belt on me." On his knees on the floor Colin handed a black belt with metal studs to his dad and lover. "Why should I spank you, love? What you did was ordered by our boss, isn't that so? And he has promised me to let me look at the video." Bill smiled and sipped from the glass. "Didn't you enjoy it? You came four times, you said. Must have been quite hot, eh?" Bill looked at his boy pretending to be a slave, begging by licking Bill's hairy legs, searching for the warm naked balls. "That's the problem, Dad. I hated it. I'm not into drag, but in a way this wasn't drag, and I liked it too much. It was damn hot, and the last thing I wanted was to play a girl. Still, I was dripping hard for two hours. It's been a very long time since I was that horny!" Colin's hands found the huge tool between his daddy's legs. The grown-up daddy presented his son with a 24 cm (9.5 inch) iron-hard cock in seconds. "No, I will not spank you, Colin. Not now anyway. You must be fully fit for the audition tomorrow, so no belting marks. I think I know the man who is coming." Bill played with Colin's curly hair. "But be sure, I will fuck you hard now. I've been behind hot butts all day without any offers." "Wasn't Kasim ready for a fuck today, Dad? Or was he jealous looking at you flirting with Castro?" Colin pulled Bill's foreskin back. Bill lifted Colin by the hair onto the bed. From the drawer in the bedside cabinet, he took some lengths of black rope. The old scoutmaster bound Colin's hands and feet together, then he spread the teen's legs as wide as he could, and fastened the boy wide-open to the old-fashioned bed-poles. Without any more preparations he found a tube of KY jelly, greased up his own cock, and used three fingers inside the boy. The hard action brought tears to Colin's eyes, and he lost some of his erection. "Aye, you have really become a wee lassie!" Bill started to tickle Colin's dick until it was rock-hard again. Then he placed his cockhead behind his son's open rosebud and pressed. Colin pretended to be completely submissive, and did nothing to help his `old man'. But when the huge weapon was all inside and struggled to go even deeper, the youngster became the normal Colin. For the next half hour Bill fucked the bound-up lad, and Colin gave stop and go signals. They could have kept on, but Bill looked deep into his son's eyes. "I'll fuck you at least twice a day for the next three weeks. Maybe we should finish now, and get some sleep?" Without waiting for an answer he withdrew his cock to just outside the boy-cunt and then plunged into him, again and again. "Take me, Colin. Take your daddy's seed!" Then he filled up Colin's arse, deep, deep inside. "I managed, I managed, Dad. Take my cum, please. I'm cumming!" Colin's eruption was one of the smaller ones after a heavy day, but Bill used his hands and shared the cream with his son. When Colin was freed from the ropes he turned around and licked Bill's cock and balls clean like the slave he once in a while wanted to be. He loved his master, `father', lover and daddy. *** The scene in The Orangery was like two days earlier. Reynard, accompanied by Kasim and Bill, were sitting side by side while Don, the photographer, was working in the background with one camera on a stand, and beside that a handheld camera. Just some metres from the men sat a not too comfortable chair, and a chaise longue. Colin had asked for another audition. They had been looking for replacement for the retired Kasim. Three men, Austin from New York, Floyd from Prague and Omer from Spain, had all done a good audition two days before, but Colin wanted someone special. Someone he could trust one hundred percent, and have as a friend beside doing the tough sex job. Kasim had instructed the first three, but Colin has instructed the new man waiting in the hall. "Ask the man to enter, Pierre." Reynard was more excited than normal. He was quite certain about who Colin had chosen, but the boy was not a you-looking boy anymore. He was a young man with his own will now. In the hall Colin gave the fourth man a thumbs-up. This man was his own choice for a future stage-partner, but first the men inside had to accept him, and secondly, the man himself must accept such a role. The tall man, just over 1.90 metres (6 ft 3 in), entered the room with great elegance and confidence. "Buenos d'as, caballeros." The man bowed. He was dressed in super-tight dark yellow breeches, black riding boots shining like mirrors, and a white shirt with wide sleeves and half-open front. His curly black hair was making the macho-looking man boyish, and the white smile on the well-tanned face underlined the man's beauty. He carried an off-white hat and a riding crop. Both items were placed on a chair at the side. "Welcome, Castro. I never thought my new horse-manager would apply for a job in porn," Reynard said with a grin. The man standing in front of him kept a smiling stony-face. "I'm not sure that I'm applying for a job like that, sir. But I have a young man out there who begs me to do this audition" Castro spoke English with a touch of Spanish. "He looks like a kid, but the young man knows what he wants." "Yes, Castro. We understand, for sure!" Mr Reynard continued with a very direct question. "And you love to fuck this kid?" "I.. I..," for the first time Castro looked a bit confused. "Of course he loves to fuck our star. We all do, don't we sir?" Kasim looked at Bill, then turned his eyes to his boss who suddenly looked as if he was hit by a punch bag. But Reynard was soon back in control. "Since you have to compete with three other men, we will run a formal audition and I'm sure young Colin will have you show us your skills. First, please sit down Castro, and tell us a bit about yourself." Castro sat down, and took hold of the riding-crop as a sort of comforter. "Not much to tell, gentlemen. Mr Reynard has my papers. I have always been a gaucho. My father named me Federico, 37 years ago. His family name is Castro. He took me to the pampas when I was two years old, and I remained there until Mr Reynard brought me to Europe earlier this year." "Have you done any sort of stage jobs, Castro? Ever undressed in front of the public?" Bill asked. "Not on a stage, but I was part of a horse-performance group, a sort of Argentinian rodeo. And I did some modelling. I think Mr Reynard found a picture of me on the `net." Castro was not all comfortable in this situation. Colin looked on from the door and was very impatient. "A naked beauty on a black horse!" Mr Reynard said with laughter. "But you were partly covered up, very decent. "How did youehfigure out your sexual preferences?" Kasim talked like an office manager already, not a former pornstar. "You mean how I learned to play with cocks and asses, amigo?" Castro placed his black searching eyes on the man who had performed all kinds of sex on stage in the last few years. "No chicks on pampas you see, and damned cold winter nights!" Colin, the spy, was one big grin now. "Okay, Castro. The other three actors had to strip for us to show off their bodies, and we even had some videos from their previous productions." Reynard said. "Are you comfortable with a performance here and now?" "Of course, sir. I always examine every part of a new horse before I buy it, so I guess you will do the same! And I don't know about your security cameras, sir, but there could be some hot clips from the last days..." Castro grinned. Both Kasim and Bill were surprised to hear Castro's direct form, but Mr Reynard seemed to accept it. Castro got up as if he was to start stripping, but suddenly all the men looked at the entrance. The door slammed behind Colin. Dressed in his summer school uniform with white shirt and tight blue shorts, plus black shoes and white socks, he entered with his schoolbag halfway across one shoulder. Bill had tears all of a sudden. He saw his young son in front of him. "Stop slamming the doors, son, and stop carrying your books like a sack of potatoes! Come here! Help me with these boots. Hurry up." Castro's acting wasn't perfect, but the scene was set. "Yes sir, sorry sir. I'm a bit late. I was playing with the guys in the barn!" Colin knelt in front of Castro who had moved to the chaise longue. "Playing! I know that play. Wanking and pissing together. Fun, eh? Help me now. So hot in here, and I need a beer soon." Castro spread his legs. Colin started to help the man with his riding boots. "Don't mess up my boots with your dirty fingers." Castro used the riding-crop on Colin's hands, not hard, just a correction. Colin managed to help Castro off with the boots and placed them to the side in a proper manner. Then he took off the man's socks. Before he put them away he closed his eyes and put the socks in front of his nose, sniffing and moaning. Another hit from the crop landed on Colin's hands. "You dirty devil! You like your daddy's smell. Don't you?" "Yes, sir. I do, sir." Colin groped the front of his tenting shorts. "Please let me undress you now!" Colin helped Castro to strip off his shirt. Castro displayed a well-built upper body, less tanned than you might expect from a South American man. His chest was smooth, his lower arms were lightly haired and his armpits contained curly black hair. When Colin took hold of the shirt he managed to touch Castro's nipples - pink hard nipples around dark brown coronas, not too dissimilar to his own. Don, the photographer, changed to the close-up camera. "You like those tits, chico?" Castro's voice changed. "What would you like to do with them?" The man used both hands and pulled the boy close. Colin started to lick and suck. He used his fingers and his nails, and finally he used his teeth. Castro howled. "Stop hurting me you little slut, or I will have to fuck you dry!" "Sorry, sir. I was too eager, sir. My tits are stiff too and I am" Colin was interrupted. "Yes, I know you are wet. Always wet when you suck your dad, aren't you?" Castro squeezed Colin's dick and balls. "May I suck your?" Colin was interrupted again. "You have spit on your uniform so we'd better undress you. Come here!" Castro stripped Colin of his shoes and socks, and helped him to unbutton the shirt. Then he squeezed Colin's nipples until the boy cried, not only with lust, but because of the pain. Bill looked at Kasim. Kasim held up a flat hand to tell him, "Colin will manage, don't interrupt!" Castro pulled Colin's shorts down. The boy showed off his kiddy-style underwear, small Y-fronts with balloons and lollypops. Bill recognised it from more than 5 years ago. "Did you piss in your pants?" Castro grinned. He pulled the small item of underwear down and lifted it. There was a big wet spot in the front. "Or have you spunked here, eh?" "No, sir, I haven't sir, but I am so..." Colin had to stop. Colin knew what to do when Castro placed the wet underwear in front of his face. While the man watched him he had to suck the small piece of underwear free from pre-cum. "Okay, chico, try to behave. You have something left for me, or did your mates in the barn wank you dry? Show me!" Castro lifted Colin up on the day-bed and let him spread his legs. Then he took the stiff 10 centimetre (4 inch) boy-sized dick into his adult mouth. With both hands he spread Colin's buttocks and found the boy-cunt. He gave Colin his fingers to lick and the boy wet them for a not too dry entrance into the waiting cunt. Colin was happy for the generous amount of jelly hidden inside by Pierre. The boy was well prepared for this game. The excitement, Castro's treatment in both ends, and the long waiting made the professional actor tremble like a virgin. He could not hold back. He cried, and he moaned, and he cried again. Of course the actor knew his audience, and shouted his signature, "I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming!" Castro held Colin's cock and directed the cum so that it fell on his own face, in and around his mouth. Blast after blast hit him. "Clean me, chico. Every drop!" Colin licked and sucked and in the end Castro gave him his load back in a not too gentle kiss. "I didn't answer your question, son. Of course you are to suck me, and do all I ask you to do. I have emptied you now because you were so wet, but if you as much as touch the little devil down there or try to cum again without my permission, you will be caged again for a week, and you will discover that the riding-crop really hurts. Strip me now." Castro stood up. Colin knelt in front of the man, and moved a bit to the side to give Don a better view with his cameras. With his small hands, he caressed Castro's naval and the dark trail running down to the belt. The man's torso was as hard as iron. Colin opened the thin black belt and unbuttoned the fly. The super-tight breeches could not hide the cock inside, and the black thong could not cover the cockhead that became visible when Colin pulled the breeches down. With eagerness, the boy sniffed and licked the wet fabric. The thong Castro wore had no rear, just side straps. Colin caressed the round hairless buttocks and let his fingers follow the man's crack. When he found the narrow waistband and pulled down both the thong and the breeches, the room was filled with excitement. Above hanging smooth balls, the onlookers could see the huge cock, the cock Colin had called a horsecock when chatting with his dad. The 30 cm (12 inch) long veiny shaft, with loose foreskin, thick like Kasim's as Colin once said, was bending upwards, hard like it was made of wood. Colin caught a dripping thread from Castro's piss-slit. Two nude actors were at the front of the stage now, one a kid-like beauty and the other a South American stallion. "Come here, Castro!" Reynard interrupted the action. "Let's check his weapon, guys." He looked at Kasim and Bill with a huge grin. Colin was not happy for the interruption. "Bullshit!" he thought. Castro had probably been in his boss's bed many times, and his Dad, and probably Kasim too had played with this stallion's equipment during the last week. Reynard examined Castro's balls and cock with fragile hands. The man trembled when he cupped the cockhead and pulled the foreskin back. He lent forward on his chair as if he was going to suck the man, then he just looked at him and gave him a light spank on one buttock. With a huge grin, Castro let his cock do some helicopter movements in front of Kasim and Bill. The two just gently punched him and pushed him back to Colin. "Okay. Colin dear, I think we have seen enough to make a decision" Reynard looked very serious, and Colin went red like a tomato, but stayed calm. "But I guess that both of you need some relief now," Reynard continued, "and Castro, this young man is a superb rimmer. He'll fuck your ass with his drilling tongue if you let him." Castro did not hesitate. He went up to the chaise longue, placed his hands on the backrest, spread his legs, and left his crack all open for the kneeling Colin. Encouraged by Reynard's statement, Colin dived into the sweaty arse-crack. As always, a grown-up man's combination of soap and sweat made the youngster wild. He licked his way from the balls up along the hairless arse-crack, then he played with the wreath of black hair around the brown rosebud. With two thumbs he opened the man's arse and put his dick-like tongue inside. For the next ten minutes the kid-like youngster fucked the man with fingers and tongue. "Don't make a mess of my sofa, Castro! You are squirting like a virgin girl," Reynard shouted. Colin saw the dripping pre-cum from the man in front, knelt further down, licked the white leather, then he turned around and took Castro's cockhead inside his tight lips. With his shoulders resting on the side of the sofa, Colin managed to keep the cock inside his mouth. Castro pushed and pushed. The boy gagged, but Castro went on. Colin's eyes were filled with tears, and spit dripped from both sides of his mouth, but he kept the cock inside. He managed to bend his head a bit and swallow Castro's cockhead. Don caught close-ups with the camera. Without throwing up, Colin let Castro throat-fuck him, but he only swallowed one third of the monster. Bill was happy when Castro withdrew. The dad knew that throat-fucking was not his son's favourite thing. The audience saw the action on the chaise longue change from a rough performance to a loving act. First the odd couple turned in a sixty-nine position. Colin worked the tall man with two small hands, while Castro swallowed the kid's prick and balls. Colin mewed like a cat, and gave Castro access to his boycunt. The man started with his fingers, then used his tongue and lips. He rimmed the youngster with great pleasure. Back face to face, their tongues met in a long wet kiss while Castro's cock searched for the boy's rear entrance. Colin wanked his wet dick and yelled every time Castro's cockhead touched his rosebud. He was about to cum again, Bill was certain that the boy would have another wet orgasm before Castro had his cock inside him. Bill had to spread his own legs because Kasim was squeezing his bulge. Suddenly the South American remembered the roleplay. "Stop that damn wanking, kid! I banned it, remember. I'll tell you if and when you can play with yourself, okay? Rise up, hands on your knees, head down! Castro caught hold of the riding-crop. "Sorry, sorry! "Colin whispered. "What did you say, boy?" The voice was intense. With his own cock pointing upwards, showing the sign of his excitement, Castro lifted the whip and made a test as if measuring the force. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry!" Colin was loud and clear. The first stroke landed on Colin's left buttock, the next on his right, the third on his lower back and the fourth on his upper legs. Then Castro went back to the butt that was turning pink. Marks from the leather panel were visible on both buttocks. Castro lifted the crop for a new round. The tool made a red stripe along the bubble butt. For the first time Colin yelled. "Enough!" Bill was direct and impossible to misunderstand. Castro lowered the crop. Colin turned around and knelt. "Thank you, sir. Let me please you now, sir!" With his hands on the man's butt, he gave Castro's cock a new round of pleasure with his mouth. After some minutes of that, he looked up at Castro with begging eyes. "Please, sir. Fuck me now, sir. Give me your seed...make me your boy, please." Castro lifted Colin onto the bench and placed him doggy-style. Then he turned to Pierre who suddenly was behind the day-bed and handed him a tube of KY jelly. With one finger he finger-fucked the kid, and soon continued with two new fingers. Finally he used three fingers inside the tight cunt. "Yes, yes, do it hard, sir. Please do it hard!" Colin whispered through gritted teeth. Castro turned around and faced Bill. He handed him the jelly. "Prepare me for your son, sir!" He let Bill take care of the 30 cm (12 inch) cock that was hard as iron. With a smile, and taking longer than really necessary, Bill greased the monster cock, and he did it with great pleasure for both parties. A yell was heard from Colin, and a sort of moan was heard from Bill when Castro mounted the boy without hesitation. Another yell from Colin, and Castro stopped. One third of his cock was inside the tight cunt. "Okay boy?" he asked. "You are so big, sir. Please...please stop." After some seconds he changed his mind. "Bottom me, sir. Do it your way. I'll give you pleasure!" With one single thrust in slow motion Castro bottomed inside Colin's arse. His thick 30 cm (12 inch) man-cock was inside the teen. The three onlookers watched with open mouths. Kasim had a hand inside Bill's shorts and squeezed his cockhead. Castro let the boy rest for a while before he started to fuck him with short movements. With his fingers he worked on Colin's nipples. Castro continued for about ten minutes with short and occasionally longer movements. Colin showed every sign of pleasure. "Do me hard now sir, please. You'll allow me to cum, sir?" The boy used his arse muscles to squeeze Castro's cock. "Damn, no! Behave!" Castro withdrew the man-cock and spanked Colin's butt with an open hand. Then he changed position. He lay down on the bench, and placed the boy with a leg on either side of his body. "Now pleasure me, and keep your hands away from that dripping cock of yours!" He gave Colin's erection a light spank. Then Castro helped Colin to lower himself onto the huge cock. Without hesitation, Colin `swallowed' the veiny monster and, with gritted teeth, he started his own rodeo. The tiny cock bounced up and down and strings of slimy pre-cum dripped down into Castro's trimmed pubic hair. Castro let Colin be in charge for some minutes, but then he went in action from below. With his rigid, iron-hard cock, he pumped in and out of the teen's boy-cunt. Colin could not speak; he did not yell either. He closed his eyes and breathed with an open mouth. Bill saw some signs of hyperventilation, but then Colin opened his eyes again, looked at his daddy and smiled. He tried to control his own orgasm. Castro showed every sign of approaching the edge. Again he lifted Colin and let his cock free. But just for a few seconds. With Colin on his back on the white chaise longue, with his legs spread wide by two strong arms, Castro penetrated the youngster for the last time. A heavy pounding followed, and now Colin moaned each time the cock rubbed his love-button. "Sir, sir! I have to. I have to. Please allow me, please!" Colin cried. "Wait chico, wait!" Castro used one hand to squeeze the boy's dick. With his other hand he took hold of his own cock and pointed it towards Colin's face. Man-milk splashed on Colin's upper body, his chin, his open mouth, his nose and the dark curls. "Now chico, shoot! Shoot!" Castro felt the pressure in Colin's cock, but waited a few seconds before he let the boy open the locks. While crying like a kid, Colin erupted; white bullets flew up in the air and landed all around. A sore cry was heard from Bill too. The grown-up man filled Kasim's hand with spunk inside his tight summer shorts. `Father' and son had found release at the same time, and Castro had guaranteed his place in the next show with the young star who had fainted in his arms. To be continued