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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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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 32 (Sydney)
"Let's go to my room, Ian. I have a Christmas gift for you, but you have to make the final choice." Colin hurried in front up the outer stairs to the guest rooms. It was strange to go from almost forty degrees outdoor to twenty degrees in the air-conditioning and Colin pulled on a polo-shirt. Then he opened a bag with a lot of gifts Ð mostly underwear from his own collection.
"You chose, Ian, but I want to see you wearing them!" Colin grinned. "Go on. Choose at least two pairs."
The teenager blushed when he lifted a red thong with nothing but a pouch for the private parts.
"Go on," Colin urged. "It will fit you well."
Ian let his towel fall to the floor, turned his back to Colin to hide his erection, and put on the sexy gear. His stiff dick wanted more space, but the lad looked hot and sexy.
"You are just like me when I did my first photo session in Paris, years ago, Ian. We had to take a break and an assistant gave me relief," Colin said.
"What did he do?" Ian was close. Colin was not sure if the lad tested him, or if he was just very innocent.
"You ever had someone to jerk you off, Ian, or have you always had private hand-jobs?" Colin asked.
"We sometimes wank in the gym changing room at school. We never touch each other, but Paul is very eager when I see him!" Ian blushed.
"Paul - your cousin in Melbourne?" asked Colin.
"Yes, but we don't see each other very often. And Mum didn't want me to play with him when I was younger." Ian looked down. He lifted some of the other items of underwear and found a pair of black silk briefs.
Colin spread a towel on the bed. "Come here, Ian. Let me show you what the assistant did in Paris." He pulled off the boy's thong and saw that the young man's excitement had produced a small point of sticky pre-cum. Colin climbed onto the bed and sat down with his back to the headboard and spread his legs.
"Sit between my legs with your back to me. Just relax. We have to make it a quick job, eh?" The two bodies met. Ian leaned backwards and Colin's slightly shorter body allowed his mouth and lips to meet Ian's neck.
With one hand Colin caressed Ian's upper body, his nipples and his belly. With the other hand he lifted Ian's hanging balls and fondled his dick. He had already seen that the boy had some problems with his foreskin - it wasn't possible for him to free the cockhead completely. "A job for his father!" Colin thought. Now he just pulled the foreskin partly back. Ian whined. The nice, quite thick boy-cock was 1.5 times the size of Colin's and, as Colin told Bill later that night, "I envy him his cock, but he needs some mouth treatment!"
Colin started slowly with a two-finger jerk, but soon changed to a full hand-job. The situation was just like Colin expected. The youngster started spitting his load at the first real jerk. Colin wished he could have given him a longer, more satisfying full orgasm. One finger inside his arse and some pressure on his prostate and the teen would have collapsed. Now Ian sprayed his white boy-milk all over his body while some dribbled down Colin's hand.
"Do you eat your cum?" Colin whispered.
"Yes, Paul taught me," Ian whispered and used his hands to collect some drops of spunk from his upper legs and from his balls. Colin lifted his own hand and cleaned it with his mouth. The boy's seed tasted sweet and fresh.
"You want me to suck you, Colin?" Ian turned around and blushed.
"Have you ever done that before?" Colin asked.
"No, but I've seen Ross suck the Chinese guys!" Ian was eager.
"Thanks, but I think we have to prepare for Christmas party now, Ian. We are not leaving for a few days, so please come to me if you need any more help. Keep the thong private, eh? And let the black silk briefs be my present. Hurry up now!"
Colin watched the teen pick up his towel and hurry out the door. Then he wrapped himself in a towel and left for the adjoining room because he had heard Bill return. He stripped in front of his Dad who was resting on the bed in thin shorts, jumped onto the bed and stripped Bill from his shorts. He had no trouble getting the half-hard cock to stiffen completely.
"Please fuck me now, Dad. It will soon be party-time. And fuck me fast and hard, and let me cum. I'm sure I'll shoot my load in seconds, but I want your cock to fill me up. I want a real orgasm, just the way you give it to me. I will tell you a sweet story later, Dad. But now I'm damned, fucking horny!"
Bill answered the swearing with a double spank using an open hand before he spat on the open arse and greased up his eager cock with jelly. He was about to give his son exactly the Christmas fuck he asked for.
It was a fantastic evening. The sun had just set, the temperature was still high, but it was easier to stay outdoors after sunset. They had been indoors for drinks and some nibbles but they were now they settled on the patio. As was common in many families, father and son competed about who had the best barbecue technique.
Ruairidh arrived from the kitchen with a huge tray of prawns on sticks Ð one of their traditional Christmas dishes. Donald followed with a fantastic selection of beef and sausages. On a table beside the food for the barbecue were all sorts of vegetables and corn for grilling, but also salads of all kinds. Colin was one of the first to help himself.
"I can't take any more! The best Christmas meal ever!" Colin said and placed his hands on his belly. "Bill is a great chef, better than in many restaurants, but this was fantastic." He smiled at Donald who had done most of the work at the grill.
"You think we could cook prawns this way at home?" Colin placed his head close to Bill. "We could build an outdoor grill in the garden." Colin was very enthusiastic and the local beer combined with some Chinese beer brought by the two Chinese guys, had made him more aroused than normal at a Christmas party.
"I hope you have room for some dessert, Colin! You see I'm the only oneÉ" Ruairidh was stopped by Ian.
"I love your Christmas pudding too, Granddad." Ian was close to the man carrying a plate with the traditional British Christmas dessert. "I'm sure uncle is a fan too!" The young lad winked at Bill who understood that the pudding was often the subject of Christmas discussions in the family.
"I have abandoned almost every Christmas custom from my home," Ruairidh said with a theatrical voice. "But I'll keep the Christmas pudding tradition Ð plenty of calories and plenty of alcohol. You remember our mum's pudding, Willy?" The man made a sad face.
"Bought at the cheapest shop and drowned in too much port by our Dad!" Bill grinned.
"We are supposed to stay together, Bro! Come on, let me serve you." Ruairidh cut a large piece and handed it to Bill. "There is custard or cream, whichever you prefer. No brandy sauce unfortunately." Ruairidh turned to Colin. "And you, young man, a double portion I guess, to last you through the night!" Colin was served by the man who was obviously in a very happy Christmas mood.
Alone in the background, Ross had found a guitar. Soft tones drifted in the hot night, so very different from a Scottish Christmas. Very quietly, Colin found Bill's hand. Bill returned the light touch.
"You miss the pampas tonight, Ross?" Ruairidh asked. He filled a glass with some of the whisky brought by Bill and went up to the Argentinian. The men lifted their glasses. "Any signs of Santa around?"
"Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad!" Ross changed the rhythm and brought the Christmas party spirit back.
Ian hurried up to Colin and gave him a red top hat. Together they started to make a chain around the Christmas three. In 35 degrees heat, they did not last long though. They all went back to cold drinks and soft chairs.
"You care for a Christmas swim, Colin?" Ian whispered.
"Some skinny dipping?" Colin grinned.
"Better not, you know Mum!" The boy blushed.
"Okay, follow me!" Colin found Ian's hand and like same-age kids they hurried inside. Minutes later they were back Ð in a fast run across the patio Ð dressed in nothing but red top hats and the smallest red swimwear possible. Hand in hand they jumped into the pool making the biggest possible `bombs'.
Ruairidh looked at his brother. "World hasn't changed that much, Bro!" He lifted his glass and found Bill's eyes.
From across the yard Colin still heard the guitar, but that was the only sound. The Christmas party had come to an end. It was still hot, and totally dark. Colin had done his evening preparations. The rather cool shower had been refreshing. Now Ð only dressed in a towel he opened the door to the terrace. There was nobody outside. He rested a while by the railing. There were some lights in the workers' lodge. Inside one window, he saw Ross's silhouette.
"Right, left or straight ahead?" Colin wondered. He heard a door open, but didn't turn. A hand cupped one of his buttocks. A voice whispered.
"My brother is waiting, son!" Colin had his neck kissed very softly.
"And so is the lonely cowboy," Colin answered.
"Let me take care of him tonight!" The man turned and left, dressed only in khaki shorts. Colin watched the strong, shirtless body. The night was hot and dark. Collin swallowed and turned right. The door from the terrace was not locked, but there was a sharp sound when the door slid open. The air-conditioning made the room feel cold Ð a huge contrast to the wall of heat outside. The body in the bed was only covered with a light sheet. Colin let the towel fell to the floor before he climbed into the bed beside his uncle.
"I thought you would never come, baby!" Ruairidh moved towards Colin and put an arm around him. "Willy has gone to bed, orÉ?"
"He's on his way to the lodge. I guess Ross is waiting for him Ð and perhaps the Chinese boys too. He's on holiday and wants some fun, you know!" Colin crept closer to the man. Two naked bodies met in something between a hug and an embrace. Lips and tongues met in a long-lasting deep kiss. Colin placed one hand around Ruairidh's warm balls. The man moaned gently.
"Are you sure, Colin?" Ruairidh whispered. His voice was a bit hoarse. "Willy loves you, that's clear to see. You are a real couple and I don't want toÉ"
Colin stopped the man with another kiss. "Aye, I love Bill Ð he's my dad, my lover and my partner, but you are my strange new uncle, and you are damn hot!" Colin found Ruairidh's cock that was iron-hard. He grabbed the wet cockhead and forced the man's foreskin back. Again Ruairidh moaned, but louder this time.
"I want you, Boss, and I want you to dominate me, make me your slave tonight. Forget about your brother now. Maybe he has his cock inside a tight Chinese bum right, or maybe he's using Ross's' whip on their hard bodies?" Colin struggled to carry on speaking as Ruairidh had begun some rough play on his nipples. The old car mechanic knew how to use his fingers like a wrench. A hand wandered over Colin's body and soon the fingers found his hard balls. Ruairidh held them like a vice and tugged them down. Colin screamed, but felt pre-cum dripping.
"You're a little puppy, kid, but a tough one. And you mark your territory like a dog too. Think I'll make you my dog, Colin. Ever had a dog licking your arse?" Ruairidh changed position, still cupping Colin's balls. Then he bent down and gave Colin's wet cockhead some hard treatment with his tongue. When he loosened the wrench-like grip, Colin leaked clear juice as if he was cumming already. Ruairidh swallowed it all.
Now he turned Colin around. "Give me your beautiful butt, baby. I'll show you what a dog would have done to you." He spread Colin's legs and he pushed the head and shoulders down. With one hand around his own 24 cm (9.5 inches), Ruairidh let his wet cockhead follow the crack all the way from the lower back down to the balls and then back up.
"Open up, Colin! Open!" The man spanked the hard globes. Colin did what he was told. The arse muscles made his rosebud quiver. Ruairidh knelt behind his puppy and let his hardworking tongue penetrate him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna piss, Uncle. I'm gonna piss, pissÉ" Colin did not know what was happening. He felt his whole body dissolve.
"Don't you dare to piss in my bed, baby!" Again Colin got his hanging cock and balls squeezed. "You ready for my cock now Colin? Or do we send for Willy's bigger one for you?" Ruairidh had three fingers inside Colin's boy-cunt.
"Yesss!" Colin cried when the man screwed his fingers just where the love button felt like an unripe plum. He was about to cum, even before his uncle's cock filled him up.
"ButÉbutÉUncle, but Boss, I have to piss. I need...I need to!" Colin cried.
"Okay, puppy. Come on, a dog is a dog." Ruairidh took a symbolic grip around Colin's neck and pushed him out to the terrace and up to the partly open fence. He bent Colin down, pushed his legs apart, and again put his fingers into Colin's arse. Colin did not understand how the fingers now could be greased, and he almost felt as if he was being fisted by the fat hand.
"Now piss, puppy!" Ruairidh commanded. At the same time Colin felt the fingers being removed and replaced by a cock that seemed identical to his dad's both in length and size. The cock bottomed in him while the man's hands worked his nipples and upper body.
The release was like an orgasm. The yellow liquid pumped through the small cock every time the huge cock hit the bottom. To be fucked hard while letting his bladder empty, was a new, strange feeling. As he told Bill the next day, he had felt that he lost his control completely.
"Go on, please go on. Do me hard! Fuck me hard, Boss!" Colin was back in the situation. He grabbed the fence with both hands and pushed his hips back. He tried to meet his uncle's pounding, but he was lost again.
"I'm cumming, Boss, I have toÉaye." The white spunk hit the fence and the floor in eruption after eruption. The orgasm made the sweating boy tremble.
Colin felt betrayed when his uncle withdrew. "Please, please, go on. I will do you good, Uncle! Just go on, pleaseÉ"
Ruairidh lifted the hot body and carried him back to bed. Now he placed Colin on his back and lifted his legs. He placed them on his shoulders and then again penetrated the youngster. This time the man was in command, and he showed the youngster that he wanted some action. He sniffed with flaring nostrils and let his belly hit the lad's lower body.
The huge man started slow this time. Long, slow strokes filled Colin all the way. Colin felt the bigger body struggle, and he heard his uncle's breathing become faster. Colin lifted his hips from the bed and gave the man better access. Ruairidh increased the pace of his thrusts, and Colin felt that the man-cock had grown even harder.
"YouÉhaveÉtravelledÉhalfÉwayÉaroundÉthe globe for this!" Ruairidh spat out the words between the bottoming. "I'll give you value, baby!" The man took hold of Colin's shoulders and made the two bodies meet even harder.
"Yes, yes, I've dreamt about the man too sexy for Scotland!" Colin moaned when Ruairidh speeded up. "So sexy that they had to send him away to another continent. More please, Boss. Harder. Make me cum again." Colin let Ruairidh push him down. His body was in a sort of foetal position when Ruairidh again was partly behind him.
"Show me you are a puppy, Colin. Lift your leg. Invite me. Let me breed you!" The huge man fucked the teenage-looking new family member with great skill for the next several minutes. Colin tried to relax, tried to let his uncle get his relief now. He felt the dripping sweat, and he heard the sore whines. His dad's brother was about to fill him up with the family seed.
Ruairidh took hold of Colin's hips and let his cock stay all inside, and then he roared. "Damn! Damn! You areÉ you areÉ!" The man erupted inside the young love-tunnel again and again. Every time he squeezed the boy's hips as if he couldn't get deep enough.
"I'm cumming, Boss! You made meÉmade meÉcrazyÉcrazyÉI'm cumming!" For the second time that Christmas night, Colin sent his white boy-milk all around. Ruairidh hurried to catch most of the protein and grinned when he licked spunk from his own fingers.
As the well-behaved puppy he was, Colin turned around and found Ruairidh's still hard cock, now greased in his own cream. With tongue and lips he cleaned the sensitive cockhead and the long shaft.
"Willy has taught you well, I see!" Ruairidh ended the play with a gentle kiss.
"You told me yesterday that you left everything behind when you moved to Australia!" Colin asked. He was now curled up tight against his uncle. "How could youÉ I meanÉ from gay toÉbecome straight?" Colin was suddenly afraid to be too personal.
"I had played with both girls and boys back in Scotland. Well, mostly boys, most of all your dad and his mates, but girls loved me and they loved to be fuckedÉ well, that's what I thought anyway. That's the biggest difference between Willy and me. He has never even kissed a girl. And since being gay was part of myÉ bad behaviour - that's what my father called it - I tried to change." Ruairidh pulled Colin tight.
"You tried to, you say. You haven't lived a totally straight life then, have you?" Colin responded by placing an arm around the man's butt.
"In Australia, mostly Ð for the first twenty years. Then I started to import cars, you know. A lot of travelling was involved - South Korea, The Philippines, Malaysia...It was easy to get contactsÉand you know the `net changed everything." The man sighed.
Colin knew that the chat had come to an end. "Strange, he sounds exactly like Dad just before he drops off to sleep!" Colin thought.
That was all Colin remembered. When he woke up, he was cold. The cover was on the floor. The air-conditioning was still working. His uncle was snoring. He heard a rooster crowing. It was early dawn outside. He looked at his watch - 5 am. He looked around. He had no clothes. Feeling a bit worried, he opened the door to the terrace. There was no reaction from the man in the bed. A wall of heat hit the naked body. He stretched his arms in the air. He had to pee again and found the spot from last night.
"It's a privilege to piss like a dog," he thought. "I was called a puppy last night!" Colin grinned, groaned like a real man and finished his business. He then passed his own door and opened the door to Bill's room. He was pleased by his dad's morning sounds, and soon he would test if the man he loved had any jizz left after his night-time visit to the workers' lodge. Colin curled into Bill's opening arms and placed his small hand around Bill's warm balls. Soon they were asleep together.
"How do you manage to keep that sex-athlete satisfied, old man?" Ruairidh punched his younger brother's shoulder. The two were sitting side by side in an amusement park in a small village close to their farm. The two were having a cold beer, while Colin entertained Ian and Katie on the Ferris wheel.
"I started young remember, and I had a good teacher!" Bill punched back. "He likes it tough, and you taught me that too."
"But damn it, you are almost sixty and he's twenty. Something to be concerned about, isn't it?" Ruairidh went on. "What about when you can't get it up?"
"Never happens, Bro! I thought the young devil up there had showed you his skills!" Bill grinned.
Ruairidh looked down and blushed in the sunshine. He lifted his broad-brimmed hat and touched his bald head. It was the first time since their arrival, that Ruairidh had asked his brother about the odd partnership between him and Colin.
"But you had to master him, didn't you? He was already independent when you first met him, I heard." Ruairidh looked around him to see if the rest of the family was around. They had an appointment to visit Ann's parents and old Uncle Lasse as they called him, who lived on the edge of the village. Bill had been told that Lasse, almost eighty, still spoke Swedish.
"You ask if I had to tame him like a wild horse?" Bill responded to Ian's waving from the top of the wheel.
Ruairidh nodded. "Something like that."
"Colin is not tamed, Bro! And he's his own master, but he always returns to me when the world is a bit odd. I love him, you see, big brother, and he loves to be filled by my cock, just as much as I loved to be filled up by you in the good old days!" Bill squeezed his bulge.
"You hardly ever took my cock! You were the young stallion even before you had a hair on your dick. Don't tell me fairy tales." Ruairidh snorted. "But you haven't told me how you get him to obey you. You punish him? He's still a kid, isn't he? That's why you love him, eh? You used to be an old man's toy yourself, didn't you?" Ruairidh lifted his glass and emptied it. Bill did not answer. Then he turned close to his brother.
"You would like to whip him, wouldn't you, Bro? Make him crawl for you, eh?" Bill pinched his brother's hip. "We could arrange something, but don't forget Ð I'm his only real boss. Understand?" The men were interrupted by Donald and Ann who returned from the street-bar being run by the local farmers. The Boxing Day street market was about to close down.
"I just called my parents, guys. They are waiting for us with food and drinks. My mum is really looking forward to meeting you Willy, and Uncle Lasse is pretty sure that Colin understands Swedish." Ann looked around to see if she could find the younger ones.
"Well, he's pretty good at languages, but I don't think he knows any Swedish, even if he is a number one student!" Bill blushed at his own expression, as if it was a need for him to end the chat with his brother.
"Have you seen the kids around?" Ann asked Colin when he was seen through the crowd. "We have to leave for my parents' house."
"I'll fetch them!" Colin turned around. "Katie met some friends in the carousel, and Ian went to find aÉtoilet." Colin wasn't sure if the `local' word used by Ian was proper for his mother.
Colin gave Katie the message and walked over to the public toilets. He recognised one of Ian's schoolmates from the Ferris wheel. "You seen Ian around?" Colin asked.
The lad just grinned and put his head inside the half-open door. "Stop jacking off, faggots! The Scot is here!" he shouted.
Moments later Ian tumbled out, still organising his clothes.
"Did you really?" Colin grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Idiot!" Ian hurried up beside Colin. "I was just showing them my new JustColin briefs. They didn't know that your brand is more famous in Europe than AussieBum." He zipped up his shorts and was ready to meet the family.
"God dag!" A very formal and old-fashioned Swedish greeting. The super-tanned elderly man rose from the rattan chair and gave Colin his hand. He was white-haired, very stylish, only dressed in white summer shorts. He was not very muscular, but he had a younger man's tight body, completely hairless and oiled.
"Good afternoon, sir!" Colin responded very formally, and returned the firm handshake.
"Damn it, boy! I'm not an English lord. I'm Lasse. Just that, a Swedish leftover, loving this sunburned country!" He smiled with very regular, very white teeth. "So you are the kid who has turned the old brothers crazy. Please sit down and help yourself to a juice!" The man pointed at a cooler.
Colin was more than surprised, and for once he was speechless. He took a seat opposite the man and opened a carton of juice.
"And you speak Norwegian I have heard, and the Norwegians understand Swedish, so maybe..." The man stopped his own speech and lifted a glass.
"I study Old Norse, and of course know a lot of Norwegian words, so I guess I might understand a bit little of Swedish too." Colin looked into the man's teasing eyes Ð they did not move away. The eyebrows were white, and styled. Colin couldn't understand why he suddenly felt so damn horny. His dick struggled to find room inside his tight sports briefs. He was sweating in the sunshine.
"Why don't you undress and take a dip in the pool, kid. The others will not be here for half an hour and I promised your man to look after you!" Lasse grinned.
"A good idea!" Colin smiled back. "To undress I meanÉand I need to be controlled, you see. My man, as you just called him, thinks I'm a bit too bold from time to time! But in the absence of a swimsuitÉ" Before the elderly gentleman managed to comment further, Colin had turned around, stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, and revealed his two round naked buttocks framed in a JustColin white jockstrap.
There was a diving board in the pool and signs told Colin that the pool was really deep. He climbed onto the board and made a somersault as he dived into the water. He was met by applause from the elderly gentleman. "Good job, kid. Like me when I was a youngster!" Lasse shouted.
Inspired by the attention, Colin went on. The white jockstrap was almost see-through and he did nothing to hide his half-hard knob.
"Let me show you something, son!" Lasse was suddenly beside Colin when he lifted his body out of the pool for a new dive. "Stand up Ð raise your head!" One hand found Colin's dripping wet butt, the other found his chest, and then he made Colin's body stretch. "That's better! Don't compromise. A diver is like a ballet dancer Ð erection!" He pinched Colin's buttocks and he played with his nipples. From his side view, Colin saw that the old gentleman had a very obvious hard-on.
"Erection?" Colin answered.
"Yeah, not only this beauty, but your whole damn body!" Lasse ended his instruction by cupping Colin's bulge. Colin's dick was as hard as ever before and now he hurried back into the pool. This dive was not very elegant.
Colin swam some lengths. A bit frustrated, he could see that this Uncle Lasse wanked in front of him Ð not a real hand-job, but a partly naked play. Colin became more and more aroused. The old man was model-like and horny, and his cock was the cock of a real man.
A small accident happened when Colin jumped out of the pool. The jockstrap slipped off. He tried to cover up his complete nudity.
"Come over here, son, and stop teasing an old man!" Lasse grinned. "You're a damn flirt, aren't you?" He grabbed Colin's ball sack and cock, and pulled him close.
"Well, Uncle, you're a flirt yourself, aren't you? Teasing me with that beauty!" Colin placed one hand on the man's tenting. "You want me to suck you, sir?" Water and pre-cum dripped from Colin's cock.
"No Colin, please no. I'm not into this modern sucking business. The mouth and tongue are made for this." The man's hot lips met Colin's. The pair - the twenty year old Scottish student and the almost eighty year old Australian-Swede - shared a long-lasting deep kiss while the man's hands parted the lad's buttocks and found his entrance.
"Would you like to ride me, son? That's my favourite thing, you see. A young girl's pussy is great, but a tight boy-pussy is far, far better! But they are so damn rare!" The man had two fingers inside Colin. He was quite dry up there so the rough fingers were a bit uncomfortable. Colin whimpered.
"You will find lube in the bathroom, kid. You want a ride, don't you? Please!" The man pointed at a door. Colin was back some minutes later, ready for a ride. A long thread of pre-cum dripped from his cock when he stood in front of the man.
"Turn around, spread your legs!" The man was suddenly in command. He had stripped off his own shorts now, the dark-brown veiny man-cock was half-hard. Colin did as he was told. He placed himself with his back to the man. With caring hands, Lasse filled the boy-pussy with cream, and with fingers from both hands he worked Colin's arse, his balls and his cockhead. Colin was in heaven. The man was hard, tough and gentle at the same time. If this went on he would be in the middle of a shooting scene even before he had touched the man's cock.
Colin turned around. "Please let me ride you now, sir, and please fuck me hard, really hard. I need to cum, I need to cum but maybe theyÉ" He looked around, a bit worried.
"I have an alarm kid, no problem!" Lasse let Colin kneel in front of him. Instead of sucking the man, Colin gave him a complete hand-treatment, and the old Swede soon had an iron spear ready for the rider. Colin climbed onto him, placed one leg on each side of the rattan chair, and took hold of the plum-like cockhead. Lasse let his cock rest for a moment just outside the tight entrance.
Colin wasted no time. He had been asked to ride the man, and that's what he did. A 20 cm (8 inch) man-cock entered the young body. With a grin on his face, he let the weapon stay inside him for a few moments before he lifted his body again and repeated the deep fuck. Strong legs allowed him to control the situation. He stopped with the cock close to his prostate and rotated. Colin moaned with pleasure. It was strange, but he felt very comfortable with the old Swede. Despite his knees starting to hurt, he did what he could to give the man the pleasure he had begged for. He placed both hands around Lasse's neck and lifted his body from his lap. "Please fuck me now, sir. Please fill me up, do me hard, and show me what Swedes are made of." Colin used his arse-muscles every time the man bottomed in him. The speed increased. Colin dripped sweat, water and pre-cum. Now Lasse fucked him with an open mouth and closed eyes. He was a great fucker, but the heat was intense.
"Yes, yes, harder, please harder!" The bodies met and Colin was very close to an orgasm. "I'mÉ sir, yes. I'm cumming, sir, okay? Okay?" Colin sprayed his white cream hands-free all over Lasse's tanned upper body. For every eruption he managed to squeeze the cock he had inside his arse.
The man locked Colin to his own body. Deep inside, he spunked off. With a whining like a young girl, he filled Colin's tunnel. Still with bodies very tight, the two hugged each other. An entrance signal was heard from the front of the house. With a remote control, Lasse opened the gate.
"Let's cool down!" Lasse whispered. Side by side, dripping with man-milk, the pair dived into the pool. Lasse was still an excellent diver.
"Help yourself to a beer!" Lasse shouted. Bill and Ruairidh were entering the pool-site. Colin tried to look relaxed, but he was still high. He let the water play with his naked body.
"Jump in, guys!" Colin shouted. He had not yet seen the brothers naked together, so this could be the occasion.
Bill shook his head. "Family is waiting, Colin. It's been a long day. We are ready for home now!" Ruairidh emptied his beer glass in one gulp.
"Thank you for the instruction, sir!" Colin hugged the man, still in the water. Then he jumped from the pool. Bill handed him a towel as if he wanted to cover up the youngster's naked body. Colin just grinned and did nothing to hide that he was still displaying a hard erection.
Colin and Bill were deciding where to go on their next trip into Sydney. "How about the famous Bondi Beach?" suggested Colin. "Think about all those hunky life savers!"
"I wouldn't recommend it," said Ruairidh. "It's just a huge beach and it will be mobbed at this time of year. If you want a beach, I would suggest Manly. That would also give you the opportunity of another ferry trip. Getting to Bondi means getting another train when you reach Sydney and then a bus."
"There are life savers at Manly Beach too," said Ian.
"Okay, Manly it is," smiled Colin. "Do you want to come with us, Ian?"
"I'd love to! I can be your guide," replied Ian.
They started off quite early the next morning. Everyone was up early anyway for work on the farm. Bill drove to Penrith station in a borrowed jeep, with Ian giving directions. On reaching Sydney, they decided that they needed a walk so Ian took them past the Town Hall to the magnificent Queen Victoria Building - a late nineteenth century building with a huge dome and stained glass windows. "It's more like a cathedral than a shopping arcade," remarked Colin. Bill had a much-needed coffee there and then they continued walking towards the harbour.
They passed close to the Sydney Tower and decided against visiting the observation deck in favour of seeing the Hyde Park Barracks Museum to learn about life in the early days of Sydney. Then they reached Circular Quay where Ian led them to the wharf for the regular ferry service to Manly.
"It's crowded," Bill remarked as they boarded the double-decker vessel.
"It's always pretty busy," said Ian. "But now it's holiday time so lots of people will be going for a day out."
They soon left the harbour and passed the Opera House. Colin took photos of the famous building from the boat. Less than thirty minutes later, there were arriving at the Manly terminal. "Is that Manly Beach?" Colin asked, looking at the small beach to the left.
Ian laughed. "No. That's Manly Cove and it's mostly young kids that play on that beach. Manly Beach is on the other side of the peninsula, a short walk away. We just need to cross the road and then go down The Corso. That's a pedestrianised street and the beach is at the end of it."
Both Bill and Colin were amazed by the size of the golden sandy beach and by the number of people around. "Bondi will be even busier," said Ian.
They walked along the beachfront looking for a less busy area. "Look! There are people out surfing!" he cried.
"There's a Surf School here," advised Ian.
There wasn't a quiet spot but they found a place on the beach where they could strip down to speedos, or budgie-smugglers as Ian called them, and relax. Bill enjoyed rubbing sunblock on the bodies of the young ones and then watched as they ran off to swim in the warm sea. He later had a swim with Colin while Ian looked after their belongings.
Inevitably thoughts soon turned to food but the restaurants lining the beach were all busy. "I think we should try The Bavarian restaurant next to the ferry terminal," said Ian. "I've eaten there before and the food was great." So that where they had lunch. Both Bill and Colin had the Chicken Parmigiana and thought it was tasty. While Ian and Colin chatted, Bill was happy to enjoy the watching the ferries come and go. He also had a good view of the Manly Cove beach from their outside table. All three watched teenagers jumping off the side of the pier into the sea at one point.
After taking the ferry back to Circular Quay, Ian took them to the historic Rocks area nearby where they were almost under Sydney Harbour Bridge. Then after visiting Chinatown and having ice creams, they returned to Central station for the train back to Penrith.
Bill was really tired as he drove back to the farm with Colin and Ian joking and singing beside him in the jeep he had borrowed from his brother. The long day in Sydney had been great and he was pleased to have had Ian as their guide, but Bill realised he was too old to keep up with the pace of the youngsters.
The leftover barbecue from Christmas had been a nice ending to the day, and Bill had helped himself to more beers than he was used to. He was fast asleep when Colin entered his room. Colin himself was in no way ready for bed, and Donald and Ian had gone with the farm-workers to inspect a water mill that had broken down. Katie was in the pool and Ann was relaxing nearby. Colin hadn't seen Ruairidh since supper. He wondered about making a video call to Olav in Norway. "No, it's early afternoon in Bergen and he won't be at home." He was bored. Maybe he could organise the gifts he had brought. He emptied one of his bags on the bed. He had still a lot of items from his underwear assortment.
A gentle knock on the door made him start pushing the stuff back into the bag. Colin was happy to see Ruairidh entering the room. "What the hell are you up to, baby boy?" Ruairidh was one big grin. Colin looked down and was suddenly aware of what he was holding in his hand.
"I'mÉI'mÉjust trying to find outÉ" Colin blushed.
"Find out what? Don't you think the real stuff is enough?" Ruairidh squeezed his bulge. "Did you buy that devil today, or did you manage to bring it from home?"
Colin tried to cover up a huge pink-coloured but natural-looking dildo. He looked at his uncle. Now he grinned, and handed the rubber-cock to Ruairidh who at first hesitated but then took hold of the dildo with both hands.
"You know that cock, Boss? You should! You should know it well!" Colin looked at the man who inspected the dildo, squeezed it and played with the hard balls. "The owner is next door!"
"Owner?" Ruairidh was uncertain. "You mean the model?"
"Aye, just that, Boss. The model is here. You have played with this cock many times. I guess you have both sucked it and had it up your arse." Colin watched Ruairidh who held the rubber-cock as if he was wanking.
"Damn it! It's Willy's cock, isn't it? You managed to get it through Customs, even in Singapore?" Ruairidh used his tongue to touch the visible piss-slit. "I don't remember him being so well formed!"
Colin had to adjust his own erection when he saw that his uncle had become very aroused by the situation. "I could wake Bill, and you could compare the sizes with your own eyes. He got his hard-on modelled in Amsterdam a few years ago, but he told me once that he hadn't grown since he was eighteen. You should know!"
"It's still like a teen's cock. Damn, what a beauty!" Ruairidh spat on the cock and let his hands play with it.
"Undress, boy!" the man commanded. "All off, and lie down!" Ruairidh helped the naked Colin to rest on top of the bed, then he handed him the rubber cock replica. "Play with it. Show me how you use it!"
Colin hesitated for a second, but then he watched his uncle stripped off his t-shirt and place one hand into his rather baggy khaki-shorts. Colin struggled with his own erection.
With closed eyes Colin licked and sucked the rubber-cock while he played with his own stiff knob. He used the dildo to stimulate the already hard nipples and he let the rubber cockhead touch his own wet glans. Ruairidh unzipped and let his dark veiny cock get free. The man moaned with lust at the show on the bed in front of him.
Colin was as horny as ever, but he wanted some cream. He was not ready to penetrate himself with the dry rubber. "Please give me the lube, Boss. Just beside you!" He lifted his legs and showed his uncle the pink rosebud in the centre of his smooth arse crack. He placed the rubber cockhead at the entrance.
"Wait, boy!" Ruairidh opened a drawer in the dresser next to the bed and found some old ties. As if this was planned, he took an old wide tie and blindfolded Colin before he turned him around and placed him doggie-like at the end of the bed. Without a word from the boy and without a comment from Ruairidh, the man bound Colin's hands to the iron bed sides, and with another pair of ties, he bound the ankles to the bed legs.
"You are far from professional," Colin thought. He could have escaped from the bonds quite easily, but he loved what was going on. The boring evening had turned into what could be a wild play.
"Please grease me up, Boss! Please master me. Make me cum for you. Do me." Colin wiggled his bum like a slut. The hits that followed from Ruairidh's open hand were not just playful. A howl from Colin was followed by real tears, but also by pre-cum dripping down to the floor.
Ruairidh filled his hand with lube and greased the rubber-cock. Then he spread Colin's cheeks and pushed a fat finger inside. Colin moaned, and when the second and the third finger went inside rather directly, his moaning increased.
Colin had to adjust his hips when the rubber-cock penetrated him. A real stiff man-cock would have entered his love tunnel differently from this dildo, but Ruairidh used it fast and hard. Colin gasped every time the cockhead broke through his sphincter.
"Just howl, Colin dear! Maybe my brother will give you his real one if he wakes up!" With one hand Ruairidh continued the pounding. With the other hand he stripped completely and greased up his own cock Ð in length and size very much like the dildo Ð but filled with blood and heat.
When Ruairidh pulled out the dildo, he replaced it with his own cock, all the way to the bottom. Colin moaned and tried to lift his own body. "Yeah, yeah, Uncle, yeah, that's it...that's it!"
Over the next few minutes the man alternated between using his own cock and the artificial one. Colin was trembling and shouting, and he was dripping pre-cum. Soon he lifted his body as much he could with bound legs. "I'm cumming, Boss. Damn, let me cum! Take meÉtake me!" Colin begged.
This time Ruairidh did not change. Instead he put the dildo into his own mouth and sucked it. He fucked the lad all the way - deep and hard. With the replica of his brother's cock between his lips, he gave Colin the last push across the edge. Colin's white milk splashed on the bedsheets, and Ruairidh filled Colin's arse with his man-milk. For the first time Colin had been penetrated by both his dad's and his brother's cocks during the same session, even if one had been a rubber version.
Colin was exhausted and a bit confused when Ruairidh finished. He just put his head down on the pillow. White cum was dripping from his well-worked arse.
"Let me untie you, baby boy. You are so damn sexy!" Ruairidh let his hand follow the boy's spine.
"Don't untie me, Boss. I feel...well, I feel on display. I feel like a waiting slut. I'm still horny, sir. But justÉ" Colin stopped. A door was opened nearby. Ruairidh found his shorts and placed them in front of his half-stiff cock. He went out on the terrace and met a grinning Bill.
"It's an emergency, Bro! Your puppy needs help." Bill was met by a friendly punch. "Nice cock you have...still!" Ruairidh showed a confused Bill the rubber-cock.
The sight inside was like a piece of art. Bill went up to Colin, "You okay, son?" he whispered.
"Still in heaven, Daddy. Your turn now, please!" Colin opened up. More cum dripped from his arse. Bill collected some and greased up his own growing tool.
To be continued