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This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.
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COLIN -- STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 23 (Milan)
Colin felt very comfortable on Sergio's lap. The 45-year-old Milan photographer pulled his guest very close. Colin, just in a towel, felt Sergio's hands touching his naked upper body. The man's dark body hair was like a comforting pillow. To be fully comfortable Colin had to spread his legs, and the two brothers, Sergio's twin brother Marco and the ten years younger Luca, had a clear view of Colin's upper legs. Both the guys had changed into sports gear and seemed very relaxed on the sofa opposite.
"I brought a strong one!" Luca said. "I thought the old man needed something special if he is really going to take care of you, Colin." He handed Sergio a bottle of liquor.
"Talk for yourself, big-mouth. I know you can't screw the chicks if you haven't used some stimulation! But find some glasses now, and let's really welcome our guest here." Sergio pulled Colin even closer.
"You want to taste the local liquor, Colin, or do you want some wine or beer instead?" Marco was the silent one Colin understood. Now he organised glasses and drinks.
"I'll try the strong one, even if you might have to put me to bed afterwards!" Colin grinned.
"Give him a double then!" Luca teased. They all cheered and lifted glasses. The drink was strong enough to kill a man. "I'd better be careful now, or I really will have to lie down," Colin thought. The room was getting really hot. The open fire was both heating and lighting the room.
"Why don't you dress like Sergio? It's nice and warm here, isn't it? You brothers are equal, aren't you?" Colin was in trouble. Sergio had more than once touched his nipples very lightly - enough to give him a growing boner. And from the moment he sat down on Sergio's lap he had felt his host's inviting erection.
"We were afraid that all these strange Italian animals would be a bit too much for a city guy from Scotland," Luca commented.
"Well, could be! But I'll try to behave. And since I have no real brothers at home it could be interesting to see the three of you in all your glory." Colin suddenly thought he was a bit too free, but he looked at Sergio, and saw that he bought the game.
"You mean all damn naked?" Luca found the glass.
"Well I am, and Sergio seems to like me that way!" Colin placed an arm around the man's neck. His towel was about to open and Sergio did nothing to help him.
"Show Colin your hard-wood, baby! Marco and I have seen your snake since the day you were born. Show him why the girls around here pay you for service!" Sergio grinned.
Colin wasn't sure what was going on, but Luca lifted his arms and undressed. With both hands he styled his long black hair. His tanned upper body was well defined, the black armpit hair and a black trail from the navel down to the waistband underlined a trained body. Without hesitation he stripped off his sweatpants. The man wore no underwear so he presented his half-hard cock without any shyness. The brown cock with its partly visible dickhead was a real man-cock, but with a young teen's trimmed pubic hair. A moan from Colin was followed by triple laughter.
"Now you see why we call him little brother, Colin! And he's not yet fully developed. He has no hair yet, you see? Marco and I taught him to shoot before he was twelve and he still needs some help! Right, Marco? You still have to help him, eh?" Sergio looked at his twin brother who seemed a bit shyer, but he too had stripped off his t-shirt. More than ever Colin thought that he was an exact copy of Sergio.
Just two wanks and Luca's cock lifted. Sergio had a boyish dark 20 cm (8 inch) dick, but his younger brother was both longer and thicker.
"Do you mind if we tell them that you are an excellent sucker, Bambino? You would like to taste the little one, eh?" Sergio moved a bit on the chair and Colin's towel opened. His kid-dick was wet and hard and pointing upwards.
"Too much talk here, Sergio. Not your style. Let's drink and play. That's what we hoped for, isn't it?" Colin lifted his glass, swallowed, and then he coughed and tried to get his breath back. He wanted something to take away the taste of the liquor so he cupped Luca's buttocks with both hands and pulled him close. While sitting on Sergio's lap, he managed to take the wet cockhead into his mouth. Sergio placed his arms around his brother and Colin was suddenly in a real sandwich position. He had to slide off the lap and ended on his knees in front of Luca. Shortly afterwards the Italian fucker did what he could to throat-fuck the visitor. With tears in his eyes, Colin didn't see very clearly, but he felt another cockhead touch his chin, and soon after he had the third cock close to his mouth.
"Yes, Bambino! Clever boy!" Sergio shouted.
"Eat me, please, yes, please, eat me!" Marco was less commanding. All three were dripping pre-cum and Colin licked, sucked and swallowed. He also gave his own dripping cock some attention and played with the greasy cockhead. But Colin was not satisfied. He felt like a whore - giving only, not receiving. It was not what he wanted. He felt that Luca was close to cumming, but he didn't want to give him the pleasure -- not yet.
With very readable movement Colin ended the sucking. "Okay, guys! You have had some service. Now what about some fucking here?" Colin looked around. Three dripping cocks waited for more action.
"Nice big bed, Sergio! You all lie down now. I want you in the middle, Luca, and the twins on either side of you. Closer!" Colin commanded now and the three brothers followed his instructions. Now Colin grinned. He had never seen three cocks like this -- three dark-coloured dicks with pink cockheads -- all wet -- all waiting. Marco's cock was just like his twin brother's - 20 cm (8 Inches) long but quite thin - while Luca's was a bit longer and thicker.
"You wank the twins now, both at the same time," Colin commanded.
"But I don't want...!" Luca tried to protest.
"No objections if you want a real fuck. Sergio and Marco, wank the little one, both of you, I guess you have done that before, so you can manage!" Colin smiled when he watched the three grown-up tops playing with each other on his command.
"Where do you have some lube, Sergio?" Colin asked.
"Beside the camera, love!" Sergio pointed while wanking.
"I will take a picture first -- for your family album!" Colin grinned and used Sergio's camera for a group picture and then some close-ups.
Picking up the tub of lube, Colin went in action and greased up the three already very warm cocks. Then he turned to Sergio. "Please open me, Sergio, and make me ready for these beauties." He slapped the three cocks.
Sergio used his mouth and tongue in Colin's boy-cunt, and when Colin moved to Luca, he was finger-fucked with three working fingers. At the same time, Marco found Colin's dripping prick and sucked him with great pleasure.
"Now, guys. Twins share everything I've heard, but I guess your little brother needs some relief first, eh?" Colin looked at the twins who both nodded.
Colin placed his legs beside Luca in the middle. "Now, help me to fuck this lad to climax, okay?" He lowered his body and Sergio wanked his little brother's cock into Colin's arse. The Scottish fucker pushed down, and with a cry from both of them, Luca was inside. Over the next five minutes, Colin fucked Luca and Luca fucked Colin. It had to be a short action. Luca had been close to cumming during Colin's blowjob and his thick cock was perfect as stimulation for the horny model.
"Damn! My God!" Luca called on all 'powers' when he lifted his hips and shot his load inside Colin's tight love-tunnel. He cried like a teenager at being allowed to fill another body with his seed.
"I'm cumming, guys. Take it, take it!" Colin shouted. Hands-free he started with a shot that landed next to Luca's nose. The next seven or eight spurts were spread around, some hit Sergio and some hit a searching Marco. With mouth and tongue Colin found the white spots and cleaned both himself and the brothers.
Both Sergio and Marco looked a bit disappointed. Without a word they caressed their own greased spears.
"Did you share bed while growing up?" Colin looked at Marco. The man nodded.
"And when did you end that business?" Colin asked.
"When Mum found us fucking!" Sergio grinned.
"How old were you then?" Colin lifted his body from Luca's softening dick.
"Eight, I think!" Sergio answered.
"Nine! Our birthday, remember?" Marco continued. "Dad gave us a whipping instead of presents that day!"
"Time to renew an old habit then, and no need for spanking today." Colin grinned. "Please lie down, Marco." Colin placed himself with legs on either side of the man. Jizz from Luca dripped down on Marco's waiting cock. Colin lowered himself down on the cockhead. He had no problems taking the thinner version after Lucas had opened him. Now he let the man fill him completely in one movement. He bent his upper body and spread his legs.
"Now fuck me Sergio, and fuck your brother's hard-on, the one I'm sure you played with every morning growing up!" Colin waited, but Sergio hesitated.
"Help him Luca, give him more lube and help him inside me." Colin was a bit uncertain. Two big cocks, even quite thin, but still. It hurt like hell when the second cock broke through his sphincter. Colin yelled. "Yeah, yeah, come on, come on!" He took both cocks inside.
"Now fuck me, fuck me hard. Make me cum again!" Colin shouted while Sergio found his nipples and squeezed them. The pain changed to heat and soon the only non-fucking sound was Luca working with his brother's camera.
The twins spunked - of course - at the same time. Sergio managed to withdraw and he sent his load across Colin's body. Colin had never seen a man shooting cum like Sergio. He hit the wall above the edge of the bed, and then Colin's hair, neck and back.
Colin commanded them to go on. Sergio filled him up again and soon Colin's boy-milk spread between the fucking bodies. At last Colin felt that the visit had given him what he wanted.
Four naked men, standing on the small terrace outside the cottage, pissing down the hillside, with a beautiful view of the village, the valley and the lights from the churchyard, ended Colin's night with the three Italian brothers.
The morning journey from Lago de Orta had been nice. Sergio had been in his usual talkative mood and Colin had just listened to him telling of growing up in a poor family in the Italian countryside. The light coffee with sweet bread in the old kitchen and a real hug from Sergio's mother had ended a very different Italian visit. Now he had to change -- really change -- when he entered the rather luxurious Milan hotel room. He looked at his watch. One hour until he had to meet for a sort of dress rehearsal in the huge trade centre. He felt lonely without Bill, and a bit stressed. He had tried to call his Dad twice earlier that morning, but there was no answer. That stressed him a bit too.
A knock on the door, and the door opened before he had even answered. Two fair-haired youngsters hurried inside, as if they competed in being the first. Behind the young duo was Pierre, the French servant and assistant, and behind him a dark man, very fancy dressed -- a man Colin hadn't met before.
"Ib and Daniel! I didn't know you were already here. Thought you would still be on your way from Denmark!" Colin hugged and greeted the two young models that had worked with him on other international presentations of JustColin garments.
"Please meet Signor Ricci, Colin dear. He's the art designer for the huge show today. He wishes to see you before the rehearsal." Pierre stepped aside.
Colin met the very Italian-looking man with a firm handshake. "Nice to see you. sir. I've seen your name in the papers, and you are responsible for the show today?"
"Good to see you too, Colin. I've just seen you on video and in pictures. I'm only responsible for the JustColin part of the show. The Brazilians and Australians run their own parts." The man in his forties, with a short-sleeved, elegant white shirt and grey trousers, looked like a model himself. Colin, in his `just coming from the country outfit', felt very dull.
"We have to make some changes to the show." The man was very straightforward. "The Brazilians have planned a crazy show, not far from nudity, and the Australians present swimwear with naked butts -- like the lifesavers you will have seen in pictures but more revealing."
"So you think JustColin is too conservative, signor?" Colin asked. "I'm not surprised. Partly American owned, and you know the stupid American swimwear!"
"That's right, but it's about money, so..." Signor Ricci went on. "But we are in Europe now, and in Milan! The Italian owners want you naked on stage, Colin! What do you say about that?"
"I have no objection, but I should discuss it with my Dad." Colin smiled. He loved the suggestion.
"Please strip, all of you!" the man instructed.
"Here and now, sir?" Colin was surprised.
"Yes, go on. I have to take a look at you before we settle on the show. And just call me Ricci -- short form for Riccardo!" The man was still standing just inside the door.
Colin stripped from his clothes in seconds and the Danish boys stripped as well, after some hesitation. The two brothers covered their crotches with both hands. Colin placed his hands behind his back, spread his legs and pushed his hips forward. He had nothing to hide.
"Please put your hands behind your necks and turn slowly around!" Ricci commanded, but was very polite.
The man went up to Ib, the 19 year old Dane, cupped his balls and let his hand follow the half-hard dick. "Quite a tool for a young man!" he said with a smile. "And I like your trimmed pubic hair, just perfect for the swimwear. But stay flaccid or your bulge will be porn!" He let an open hand follow Ib's butt. "Naturally smooth -- perfect!"
Next he turned to Daniel and Colin. Daniel was ten centimetres (four inches) taller than Colin, but Colin was the one with more defined muscles. Both of them were small-cocked, hardly 10 centimetres when hard, but both of them had good, well-filled balls. The fair 18-year-old Dane, who looked more like 14 than 18, blushed when Ricci cupped him. With the other hand the man touched Colin's cock. The situation was very erotic and Colin's cock lifted in the man's hand. "You are perfect, both of you. I guess you know how to cool down for the presentation. I know you are professional!"
"We're not used to be wanked on stage." Colin grinned. "You make us horny here, Mr Designer!"
"Yes, I know. My intention, Colin dear. I'll tell you what we will do!" He went up to Daniel and placed one hand on his butt and one hand on his pubic bone. "All smooth -- no hair -- you can pass for a teen," he said to himself.
He moved in front on Colin and did the same. "Your ass is still hairless, but you need a small shave in front, eh? You organise that, Pierre. Do his legs and lower arms too." Ricci let his hand follow the arsecrack and stopped at the entrance. "Please bow a little, Colin!" The man smiled when Colin spread his legs and gave him access. A drop of pre-cum could be seen on his cockhead. "No hair, perfect."
"Do you want me to show myself to the public like this, sir?" Colin wondered what this inspection was about.
"No, no, Colin, I'll tell you my plans." He was very eager and let his hands play with the two boys while he talked. "You know you are to present five different items of swimwear: swim-shorts, a pair of split-shorts, a traditional speedo, and then two different low-cut bikinis, one with only partly-covered buttocks. Not much nudity there." He pinched Colin's buttock.
"The board has accepted that we add a jock-strap from your underwear collection. We have one that looks like silk remember, so we can call it swimwear for today. I have also found an almost see-through thong from your - how shall we call it - dirty collection. The old men are still discussing it, but I'm sure they will give me the go-ahead!"
"So I will do the walk in front of eight hundred people just in the see-through thong?" Colin asked.
"Both you and Daniel, that is my plan! You will start the walk with the JustColin bathrobe and undress on stage! The scene will be lit like different beaches in Europe and Canary isles." The eager man caught Colin's pre-cum with an active finger.
"But Ib?" Colin felt sorry for the second Dane.
"He has an important role. He's the only one of you that really presents a photogenic bulge!" Ricco winked at the smiling boy.
"Four local Italian models will present different colours and patterns. The three of you walk on stage together in every item of swimwear. Ib and you two are the only ones who present the jock-strap and as I said, you two..." He cupped the two set of balls again. "...are alone with the almost naked gimmick! Any questions?"
"What if one of us by accident loses the thong?" Colin grinned.
"Easier to be forgiven than getting permission!" That was the man's straightforward answer.
"Ib and Daniel, please come with me to the arena! Colin, you don't have to do the formal rehearsal -- you know this game! Pierre will accompany you to your changing room at twelve. You two have some jobs to do first. Give him some more tanning too, Pierre, but don't make him look like a girl. I want you all like the very sexy teenagers you are. Stay cool!" Ricci opened a bag he had brought. "Find the correct size for the jock and the thong, but don't spread that boy-juice around!" Ricci left with the two Danish brothers.
Colin looked at Pierre who had been very silent. Colin grinned when he saw Pierre's tenting. "Think we both have a job to do, mon ami!" Colin went up to Pierre and gave him a wet and loving kiss.
The samba sound from the Brazilian show was filling the huge arena. Colin knew it was about 30 minutes until he was due on stage in the first JustColin item. He was both nervous and horny. The last was a problem -- not for the normal swimsuits -- but he couldn't present the smaller items with a boner.
Mr Ricci hurried into Colin's private changing room. "Everything okay, bambino?" The man put his hands on the model's shoulders.
"I'm perfect, well prepared. You want to take a look?" Colin opened his white robe and let it fall to the floor. His boner was obvious.
"Didn't Pierre take care of that one?" Ricci cupped Colin's balls and cock.
"No time, sorry!" Colin said. "We needed some lunch and the traffic was heavy!"
"Okay, we'll fix that. Come here! Let me suck you dry!" Ricci sat down on a bench.
"But you can't touch me, sir. I'm ready painted and oiled and my hair is styled for the indoor lights! Make me hot, Ricci. Show me your cock. Wank, and give me your juice. I need the stimulation." Colin had noticed the bulge in the man's trousers, and Pierre had told him that Ricci was very special. "I'll cum in seconds without you touching me!"
Ricci opened his wide shirt and pulled down his loose Arab trousers. He had a JustColin jock with his cock pointing upwards. With a nervous glance at the door, he pulled out his tool. In Colin's eyes the man looked gorgeous. The lad was sorry he couldn't play with him just now.
"He looked like one of the hottest Italian footballers!" Colin told Olav just after the show. "Black curly body hair, shaved balls and trimmed pubic area, and a long dark brown veiny cock pointing upwards like a feather, and a round pink mushroom cockhead -- very clearly divided in two!"
The door to the changing room opened very carefully. "Twenty minutes, Colin!" Pierre whispered.
"Come on, Pierre! Help us! Suck Ricci first and feed me." Colin wanked his own little stiffy.
It took Pierre three minutes on his knees to make the man whimper. "Si, si..." Ricci moaned. Colin took Pierre's place on the knees in front of the man and placed the mushroom-head inside his tight lips. With an `ahhh' like a hoarse donkey the man emptied himself inside Colin's waiting mouth. Not a drop of the huge load left the receiver who swallowed and grinned and then licked his lips.
"Italian's make the best `crema'!" Colin whispered. "Please take the Scottish one, sir!" The man went down on his knees while Colin ended his jerk. The lad was not as exact as the Italian. "I'm cumming, senore!" Some of the spunk hit the man's mouth; some hit his face, and some landed on his curly black body hair.
"Clean me, Pierre, and give me new paint on my lips. You look great, sir! Sorry I can't lick your body." Colin put on the robe, let Pierre apply some glossy lipstick on his lips and left for the professional dressers who waited for him in the room behind the stage. He was as flaccid as he could be -- at the moment.
The first marvellous beach was Italian with heavy Latin beats. Colin showed bravura when he entered. The movie filled the back screen and his walk was very artistic, very high fashion.
The second beach was his favourite Scottish beach -- Ayr beach not so far from his home -- sophisticated bagpipes played the tune. The audience was Colin's. The front rows in the audience, with the professionals and the press, applauded politely, and the younger public behind cheered him as if this was a pop concert.
When Colin had his fourth walk, the one with the real low-cut bikini, he stopped at the end of the catwalk, put thumbs in the waistband and pulled down a little, showing off his clean pubic area. He was met by whistling from the younger crowd. Colin let his eyes follow the first row. He almost lost his concentration. Two very well-known men were smiling at him, his French coach and publisher Monsieur Reynard and beside him, his Dad, who was supposed to be at home in Scotland.
"Shocking, really shocking. I was about to faint!" Colin told his Daddy after the show.
"We just arrived from the airport. There was no possibility to send you a message, and your phone has been off all day!" had been his dad's answer.
The JustColin show was about to end. Ib, Daniel and Colin were dressed in golden jock straps, as tight as possible. Ib went onto the stage first. The screen showed a French red beach, and the music was the sensual "Je t'aime!" Daniel followed, and then all alone on stage was Colin. The ovation was enormous. When he ended the catwalk, he stopped before he slowly turned around. The lights muted and a spot followed Colin. His naked buttocks had received some extra oil and some glitter. The jock strap underlined the sexual impression.
At last the finale; Daniel and Colin were helped with the dressing by Ricci and Pierre. Ricci dressed Colin, and Pierre was doing Daniel. The see-through body-coloured thong hid nothing. Colin grinned when he saw that his thong was velcroed -- made for a stripper. The JustColin bathrobes were to be worn partly open, taken off at the end of the catwalk, and then carried on one shoulder back to the entrance.
The beach chosen was from Maspalomas, on the island of Gran Canaria, with its powerful waves and the classic dunes. Only the sound of the waves was heard when the boys entered the stage. Two spotlights followed them when they dropped their robes down to the floor, spread their legs and looked very inviting. Without bending, they caught the robes and placed them on their shoulders when the left the stage to massive applause.
A short break followed and the music changed. The JustColin logo filled the back screen.
To Elton John's "The Bitch Is Back" Colin entered the stage for the last time, still wearing the white bathrobe with the JustColin logo. This time he dropped the robe and let it be on the stage. He turned around, went half way back, taking the applause. Again he turned, put his thumbs in the waistband and peeled off his thong in one rapid movement. He was completely naked -- half way erect - for some seconds, before he covered himself with the thong in one hand, waved with the other, and went off stage.
"Young Colin's underwear performance in Milan ended without underwear," one of the youth magazines concluded.
(Three hours earlier at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris.)
"Good that you managed to get the first plane from Glasgow. I think we have plenty of time for the Milan connection!" Monsieur Reynard greeted Colin's Dad with the usual French-style kisses before he hugged him tight.
"Aye, I did my best when you called me last night like as if there was an emergency!" Bill grinned. "But it was a nice excuse running away from a boring job at home."
"It's not that bad, but I don't want the Italians to sell our product without us around. JustColin is our baby!" Reynard continued. "Just rumours, I understand, but a huge American company and a Chinese one both seem to be interested in JustColin. We'll meet their representatives at a nightclub tonight."
"I really hope we manage to be in Milan for Colin's show. I haven't been able to reach him on the phone, not last night, not today," said Bill. "Seems as if the phone is blocked or something."
"Maybe he's occupied with other business! He's not a monk that young guy, as you know," Reynard let Bill enter the business class lounge and ordered champagne.
"Aye, aye, do it harder Dad, harder! Please don't spare me. You are the best...the best...come on Dad, pound me!" Colin cried out his desires. Bill was fucking his son from underneath. After a bossy riding from Colin, Bill had taken control over the young Adonis. They were back in Colin's hotel-suite after the walk-about at the exhibition centre.
"Turn around then! Let me see your tears, son!" Bill lifted Colin from his body and placed him on his back. "Come and join us, Pierre. Take his feet!" Bill shouted to Reynard's young servant who had been pleasing his master on a chaise longue in the alcove. Dressed in just a thong, the young dancer and willing slave climbed onto the bed.
"Leave your master now. He needs a rest, I guess." Bill grinned. "Take Colin's legs and lift him a bit." Pierre placed a cushion under Colin's hips before he knelt beside his head and lifted his legs. Bill placed his huge 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock outside Colin's boy-cunt. Without further warning he mounted the waiting lad. One thrust, all the way to the bottom - then a withdrawal and another hard penetration.
Colin yelled. His dad did what he was asked. He gave Colin the rough sex he wanted. Colin moaned and screamed, let all his emotions out. Tears dripped from his eyes and his belly was wet from dripping pre-cum.
"Give him your cock, Pierre. Gag him, gag him hard!" Bill ordered and Pierre pushed the thong aside and fed Colin his long thin cock, a cock Colin loved to swallow because he still easily could get some air.
Reynard was not resting like Bill had believed. The voyeur followed the scene from his bed, both through the open door and through the huge mirror behind the bed. He wanked his half-hard cock -- knowing that he needed rough help from his slave if he was to achieve an orgasm.
Colin suddenly gasped for air and moaned loudly when Bill continued his pounding. "Go on, Bill. Show the young bitch, who's his master. Give him no mercy!" Reynard shouted.
"I can't...! I have to...yes, yes, Dad...I have to!" Colin worked. He pushed back. He tried to use his arse muscles. Then he felt his balls contract, felt like he had to piss, and he knew the orgasm was hitting him hard. The foreplay, the show, the pre-orgasm feeling when he stripped to nudity, and now his Dad's hard fuck, all came to him at once.
"I'm cumming, Dad! I'm cumming! Take it! Take it!" Colin started with a clear spray of pre-cum, and then he just blasted his boy-milk all over his own, Bill's and Pierre's bodies. It was as if the convulsions were never going to stop.
Bill had slowed down in the last minutes. Now he withdrew and gave his cock some wanks. Smiling at his son and the young servant who also was wanking, he covered Colin with his spunk - his first cumming for days. Pierre completed with his piss-like cum into Colin's mouth even though he knew that this action would probably give him a sore back and arse as Reynard would use his belt on him later.
The huge bathroom had room for the three of them, and now even Reynard came inside with his camera for some action pictures.
"I want some yellow action pictures of you all. Start pissing down the lads, Bill. Go on. You are not shy, I know!" Reynard commanded. Colin and Pierre, still with dripping cum on their bodies, knelt inside the shower area. Bill let his yellow juice flow all over the lads, even on their heads and into their open mouths.
"Piss on each other like dogs. On your knees and elbows, Pierre. Spread your legs. Fill his crack, Colin! Do it now!" Reynard was very excited. Colin did as he was told. He let his golden shower follow the thin body, from his hanging balls, up the arsecrack, across the back and up to Pierre's neck and hair. The lad was really soaked.
Colin turned and showed his arse to his friend who blushed and returned the service. Reynard, still just half-hard, left the bathroom.
In the next half hour three men played, washed and styled themselves -- ready for the evening events in Milan. Dressed in bathrobes they served themselves cold drinks from a trolley brought by a young hall boy.
"Pierre will accompany you to the ballet at the opera house, I understand." Bill was dressing as he spoke. "Reynard and I will see you at the birthday reception afterwards."
"I don't know what you have planned for the night, Colin, but Bill and I will combine business and pleasure at one of the casinos. Both the Italian and American owners of JustColin will be there, and probably some interesting buyers.
"Sell what you want, gentlemen, but remember that I'm not for sale!" Colin was suddenly very serious. "Sell my name, okay. Sell the products, but not my body!" Colin lifted his glass. The two men had suddenly no comments.
"I have an invitation for the night, yes!" Colin winked at Bill. "And I'm going to ask Pierre to join me as well. He has done a marvellous job in the last two days." Colin looked at Reynard and was met with an obvious acceptance.
Colin found Pierre's hand. He was very excited. The ballet performance in La Scala opera house had up till now been a great experience. It was Colin's first visit to an event like this, and he had been very happy to receive the first-class tickets from Signore Beroni. The first part of the show was `Solo dancers' own favourites'. The other part was glimpses from the ballet "Romeo and Juliet."
"You should have been on the stage, Pierre," Colin whispered. He knew that Pierre had spent some years dancing, but he had had to go back home to take care of his elderly parents. After a while his father more or less had `sold' the young man to Mr Reynard as a personal servant.
Colin squeezed Pierre's hand. He felt his own dick grow inside his tight trousers. On stage the solo-dancer, dressed in almost nothing -- shirtless, barefoot and with skin-coloured tights -- danced Claude Debussy's fantastic ballet `Apres midi d'un faune' (The faun's afternoon). His bulge was very visible and different from some of the other dancers. You could imagine both balls and the upright cock inside the dance-belt.
Pierre did not comment. He just looked at Colin with his huge dark lonely eyes, filled with tears. Despite hundreds of onlookers, Colin kissed Pierre's chin.
After the intermission, and after the included champagne in the lounge, the young model and the former dancer dived into the romantic `Romeo and Juliet' love story - the Shakespeare play, visualised for ballet by the Russian, Sergei Prokofiev.
With the programme booklet as cover, Colin found Pierre's crotch with one hand. Pierre seemed to be far away. He just let Colin play. Colin himself was impressed by the costumes and the story, but most of all Romeo was a dream of a dancer. If Bill had been there, he would have commented that the dancer had a butt just like Colin's. But Colin himself had never seen anything like this, a non-naked, but still nude looking, bubble-butt. The tights were so thin and so elastic that you could see the movement of the buttocks underneath. For the two young viewers this was high-class artistic porn.
The story was about to end. Tears ran down Colin's cheeks and Pierre used a hand to wipe his own eyes. Colin's hand was still working Pierre's bulge. When the music was about to end and Romeo drank the poison and died on stage, Pierre had a silent orgasm in the middle of the front seats in the Opera House. Colin felt the pumping inside Pierre's balls.
"Did you... really...? Colin grinned.
"Oui, pardon!" Pierre blushed.
Colin had to concentrate not to reach climax himself. The stand up applause saved the situation. The pair hurried outside and found a free cubicle in the toilets. Colin went down on his knees and licked the wet spot on Pierre's black thong. When he stripped him, he found that the French boy had cum all the way. With a feverish lust Colin licked the inside of the underwear and cleaned the half-hard thin cock. He squeezed the foreskin and put the plum-like cockhead into his mouth like a lollypop. Two minutes later Pierre had another orgasm and filled Colin's mouth.
"No more time, sorry!" Colin dressed Pierre and adjusted his own bulge. "And no time for change. The party is waiting. Signore Beroni said that his limo would wait for us outside after the show."
Colin knew that the party afterwards was partly a birthday celebration for him, but when he entered the huge cabaret-salon, and the orchestra started to play `Happy birthday', he wished he could have been at home with his mates. Instead, singing and cheering met him. His Italian bosses were there, and so was Mr Baird from London. Reynard was standing close to Bill, and Sergio had dressed up for the situation.
Colin looked around to see if Pierre followed him. Normally he would do what he could to be unseen, especially with his master present. Colin received a cocktail glass, found Pierre and handed him the glass. It was important for Colin to include him in the group waiting to be seated.
The party was marvellous. There was a lot to drink and a lot to eat, and great entertainment on the stage. There were just two speeches for the youngster. Signore Beroni greeted Colin on behalf of the JustColin Company -- the most successful European underwear company this year. Reynard greeted Colin on behalf of the French and German groups and handed him a cheque for the next year at University, as he put it. The little box, with another diamond, was a gift from Reynard himself. Colin blushed and gave the two gentlemen hugs and kisses while the restaurant staff carried inside a huge birthday cake lit by 20 birthday candles.
New drinks were served and it was time for a small walk-around. "I want you to meet some people over here, mon ami!" Reynard placed a hand on Colin's back. "They represent the American and Chinese companies who would like to buy our brand."
The handshakes were firm and the smiles wide, but Colin was not in the mood for social talk. He was very straightforward. "So gentlemen, you want to buy JustColin, or do you want me?"
"Both!" One American grinned. "You sold both underwear and skin today, didn't you, young man?"
"Hope you liked the show, gentlemen. Too hot for Americans, eh? And what about Beijing?" Colin found the eyes of the Chinese man. He was met by white smiles and no comments.
"Well Colin, you have had a tough day. Sergio and Ricci have planned something for you, I know. And your dad and I will do some more business with these gentlemen." Both Reynard and Colin bowed. They left the group, still with Reynard's arm around Colin's hips.
"You will allow Pierre to come too, sir? He's been such a great help for me down here." Colin's body was close to Reynard in the well-filled room. The lad knew how to charm the very elegant French gentleman.
"He adores you, Colin! You make him shine. I hope we'll see you in France soon. I have to leave tomorrow morning!" Reynard put another arm around the youngster.
"You don't come with us to Marseille, sir?" Colin asked.
"No, the arrangement down there is just Kasim's and his old porn-company. I understand Bill will go with you? He's afraid old Kasim will fuck the brains out of you, I guess." The normally very formal Frenchman was suddenly very free-speaking. He squeezed Colin's arse globes before he almost pushed the boy into Bill's arms. Two young models - the Danish brothers Ib and Daniel followed Colin's dad.
"Sergio is waiting in the foyer, Colin. Be a good boy! See you during the night, son!" He winked. "We'll do some business and then we'll see these lads back home!"
Colin turned around, hugged and kissed Reynard before he did the same with his Dad. Then he hurried out of the fashionable restaurant to find his company for a hot night in Milan.
At three o'clock in the morning two sweating lads entered the fashionable Milan hotel to be greeted by the hall porter. "Both keys are gone, so the old ones are back home!" Colin pushed Pierre into the lift.
No one answered when Pierre tried his door. "Good that I have my own!" Pierre found his key. "You sleep with me, Colin?" Pierre let Colin kiss him, first lightly, then very deep and very hot. "I owe you a blowjob, mon petit!" Pierre fought to get his breath back.
"Place it in the bank until next time!" Colin grinned. "I'd better see if my old man has something left in his balls for me."
Bill was in dreamland when Colin opened the unlocked door, but woke when Colin started to undress beside the bed. There were sounds from the alcove.
"Reynard?" Colin whispered. The Frenchman had rested there in the afternoon.
"No, he visits a dungeon with the Chinese!" Bill said. "I have been waiting for you." He yawned.
"All alone?" Colin grinned. A JustColin thong and a pair of socks lay on the floor, and a t-shirt covered a chair. Colin looked into the partly open alcove. The two youngsters, Ib and Daniel, fought for space on the rather narrow chaise longue. The bedcover had been kicked off, and the partly naked bodies looked uncomfortable. Colin lifted the bedcover and covered them before he went back to Bill.
"Alone!" Colin grinned. His `father' was far away in dreamland again. Colin dived underneath the duvet and found Bill's half-hard cock.
To be continued.