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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 45 (Glasgow - sex at university and in the apartment)
Colin was almost alone in the old library. He had some small changes to make in the Tromsø report before he presented the paper to a group of students the next day. Kenny had left early for a postponed match with his rugby team, so Colin had missed his morning fuck.
A sudden crash from behind made Colin turn around. His French professor was on his knees with a huge pile of books in front him.
"Ça va, professor?" Colin hurried to help the man.
"Je vais bien, just stupide! I feel like an idiot!" Professor Leon Lumeau hurried to pick up the old books.
"You are working hard, mon garçon. It's still a holiday today, isn't it?" The man was close behind Colin. He placed the pile of books on the table beside the laptop. "I heard you were the university's representative in Tromsø. It was an honour, Colin, et tu le merites (and you deserve it). Colin blushed. He wasn't familiar with superlatives like this.
"Where are you going with all those books, professor? Let me help you, sir." Colin was a bit uncertain about the situation. The professor used one hand to play with Colin's neck and then comb the curly hair with his fingers. Colin closed his eyes at the unexpected caress.
"Wish I had your beautiful dark hair, mon garçon!" Leon Lumeau sighed.
"No need, sir. You are the sexiest man around." Colin looked at the 45 year old athletic man that had some grey hair above his ears. Now the man blushed like a teenager after getting a positive remark about own body.
"Putain tout!" The professor swore and then gave an explanation. "There's water all over my study. I have temporarily moved to a room next to the old archives in the attic. I need these books to prepare the final examinations." The professor let Colin carry some of the books. He was obviously content to have Colin's help.
"I guess I should work on my French instead of doing these reports." Colin followed the man up the long back stairs.
"You manage well, garcon. I'll give you some private lessons just to adjust some nuances." Leon Lumeau coughed.
Colin grinned! He had been to one private lesson in Leon's office when he first became his student. That visit resulted in some of the heaviest sex he'd had inside this aristocratic building. "Merci. Il est necessarie!" Colin was happy to be offered some consultations, and hoped for real French treatment.
The attic office was very interesting. Some low windows allowed a view to the old towers, and far beyond was the huge park and the famous Kelvingrove Museum. The interior was sparsely furnished with just one huge chair, a high table, and boxes against the walls. What interested Colin most was an old-fashioned gramophone. "Does this work, sir?" Colin lifted some of the old records stacked beside the player.
"Oui, bien! And there are a lot of old French chansons. They remind me of my early childhood in Bordeaux. My old granny had a player like that. She used to play for us when we came back from the vineyards. Guess my predecessor is the collector.
"I'm sure he used this place for some special private lessons." Colin grinned and looked through the records.
The professor looked at the record Colin was holding. "That one is just a `whispering story', Colin. We French are known to be very erotic, you know."
"I found my favourite artist here, Leon!" Colin felt stupid using his professor's first name. "Sorry, sir, I love this artist!" Colin knew how to make the machine start, and soon music filled the room. The professor turned around, smiled and sat down in the huge leather chair.
`Non, rien de rien. Non, je ne regrette rien' (No, absolutely nothing. No, I regret nothing). Edith Piaf's famous song was both hot and erotic. Colin started to dance. He had used this song for a striptease before - even made a French audience applaud. Now he lifted both arms, raising his top and showing his navel. He grinned and lifted the hoodie off before combing his curly hair.
The dance was very sensual. Colin took off his socks and shoes, and danced barefoot on the old oak floor. With his back to the professor, he struggled to strip off his tight denims. He wiggled his butt like a real slut. It was probably not his intention, but just that day Colin had put on a very sexy G-string. Not more than a thin ribbon divided the round buttocks.
"Non, je ne regrette rien!" Colin turned slowly to face his professor. The innocent erection was kept within the loose pouch, but very visible wet spots showed the intensity in the dance.
Now very near the professor who had been sitting silent since the show started, Colin took the man's hands and placed them on his hips. Slowly, slowly, with a tongue that licked his own lips, the man pulled the underwear down.
Again, without a word he placed both hands on Colin's round globes and forced him closer. Bending forward, he used tight lips to roll the foreskin back behind Colin's glans. Colin moaned and had problems with his balance when the professor sucked the cock and balls into his mouth.
`C'est l'amour' - the long-playing record continued. Edith Piaf was about to end the song when the professor lifted Colin and placed him face down on the high table. While Colin used both hands to grip the table. Leon spread Colin's legs as wide as he could. Then he opened his belt and pushed his jeans and briefs down in one single movement. The shirt was the next to disappear. The lightly-haired upper body had for certain been in the sun during his vacation. Compared to this, Colin's white winter skin looked very tender.
The man gave his long veiny cock, almost 25 cm (10 inches), some jerks to make the pink cockhead shine.
"Oui, oui, please sir. Let me cum, sir. Give me your lesson, sir!" It was the first Colin had said after the dance. "Be strong. Spank me if I don't behave!"
"I should spank you for the temptation, mon garçon. But not for the lyrics. You know the author, student?" Leon licked two fingers and opened Colin's arse.
"Charles Dumont, sir." Colin could hardly speak when the man finger-fucked him.
"And..." An open hand turned one buttock pink.
"Michel Vaucaire" - Colin whined, happy that he had a good memory. He had of course studied the record label.
"Olive oil will have to do, mon ami. You are so tight, but I want to see your face." Leon lifted Colin and turned him over. He lifted Colin's legs and placed them on his shoulders. With not too fresh olive oil, he filled Colin's boy-cunt and dripped some on his very potent dick.
The pink cockhead waited while Colin opened and then pushed back to let the French cock inside. Without problems, he took it easily. This cock was just a substitute for the cock he missed that morning when Kenny left early, but this was more than a fuck. Colin placed his arms around his professor and returned the wet kiss. "Je ne regrette rien!" Colin whispered when Leon gave him a love ride to remember in the old attic `chambre'. "Please, sir. Harder, sir. Harder!" Colin begged.
"Be patient, student. Be patient. Try to wait, wait...Let me do you good, let me make love to you, not just a student fuck!" Then he sang, "C'est l'amour" but failed to find the correct tune.
Colin tried to be patient, but he was so horny. He couldn't wait. "Please let me, sir. You may have me again if you need. I have time for another lesson." He tried to use his arse muscles but the man was too strong, too dominant. Colin relaxed, but felt the orgasm build from the balls, all the way up his spine. His head went red and so did his upper body. He simply had to let it go.
"Come now, mon garçon, I'm there, I'm there!" The professor stopped all inside and waited until he felt Colin's contractions.
"I'm cumming, cumming, sir!" Colin shouted.
`I know, I know. Me too. It's perfect, garcon, perfect!" The professor filled Colin with his sperm, while Colin sprayed his load all over the two bodies. Again and again he shot.
"Let me taste you!" Colin said. "And please eat me, sir! I know you love it. Wish we could finish with a yellow shower like last time we met on the table." He grinned. His back was sore.
"Next time I stumble, next time..." He gave Colin his lips again and then dried him with his own shirt. "Top marks, mon garçon! Back to your report now or Professor Thomson will complain about me.
Colin was heading back to the University. He was carrying some sports equipment for the swimming pool which was to open the next day. Dave Wilkie, the swim instructor and Colin's coach, had asked him to help with the job of placing floating track markers in the pool. Colin hoped to be able to swim some lengths too. After all, he had to be in the water to do the job.
Just outside the gate he met his Danish professor. Svend Thomson, or just Svend as Colin called him when they were alone, had been out jogging. The 39 year old man was very fit looking in super tight shorts and singlet - a very summery outfit for the time of the year. Colin's eyes fell on the bulge in Svend's compression shorts.
"You look like you are about to start on a marathon, Svend. Did you have a good trip home in Denmark during the Easter break?" Colin smiled. He was happy to see his favourite professor back in Glasgow. He knew that Svend would be spending more time with his business in York when his guest professorship ended this spring.
"I applied for the Berlin marathon," Svend answered. "Did you hear the rumour? Sorry, I wasn't good enough. Next year perhaps! Where are you heading? Thanks for the Tromsø papers, by the way. Excellent, Colin dear."
"I'm meeting up with Dave in the swimming pool. He needs some help to have the pool ready for opening tomorrow after the renovation. Why don't you come with me? Maybe you could have a swim too. I know Dave is a friend of yours." Colin grinned.
The professor looked at his watch. It was late afternoon and he had a presentation the following day, but it was not often he was `invited' by the sexy student he adored. "Okay, if Dave lets me in. I know the place is officially closed." The professor and the student waved to the security guys at the gate.
"Nice to see you here, Svend. You already back on the local tracks. How was winter in Denmark?" Dave followed Svend and Colin into the changing room.
"Very much like here but I also had a weekend in Norway skiing. It was still winter up there. But not as cold as Northern Norway, I guess Colin?" Svend had one friendly hand on his student's naked shoulder. Colin was already partly undressed. He had just his baggy shorts left, and suddenly the stripper was a bit shy. Colin had experienced heavy sex with both of the men present, but separately, more than once. Now he was to be naked in front of them in a non-sexual situation and the two very obviously wanted to watch Colin stripping off.
Colin dropped his shorts and showed off his black sports thong. The side ribbons framed the two globes both men admired.
"You want me in the water, sir?" Colin looked at Dave who was dressed in his white lifesaving outfit. The hairy body was very erotic in the tight sleeveless t-shirt.
"Aye, you go in the water and pull the floaters. They have already been cleaned so the job is not too bad. I'll stay `on shore'. He grinned. "You want to help us, Professor, or do you just want to admire my sexy helper?"
Colin pushed the thong down without turning his back to the men. For once he was almost flaccid, but he had to use a hand to adjust his crotch. Svend blushed and coughed lightly. "Honestly I hoped I would be able to do some laps in the water while watching the workmen do the real job."
Colin found the smallest `speedo' in his collection. Normally all swimmers had to wear standard swimwear but Mr Wilkie had given Colin a special dispensation. Now the student had problems adjusting his growing erection inside the tiny bikini.
"Maybe you allow me to swim in my compression shorts?" Svend asked.
"No way. The same rules to everybody and the pool has just been cleaned for the season. But you can swim commando. You Danes often swimming naked, don't you?"
"Ask Colin - he is the specialist. Are Viking nudists, Colin?" Svend had started to undress. He was quite an athlete. Colin admired the strong, slim body. As well as being some years younger than Mr Wilkie, Svend was more athletic. The almost grey goatee made him look older though.
"I can't tell you, but I'm sure there wasn't any swimwear in the Viking age. So, Svend, strip off. I'll see you in the water, sir!" Colin looked at Dave and hurried out of the changing room. He struggled to keep his boner inside the tight swimwear.
Dave was feeding Colin the floaters, and Colin was doing some backstrokes in the water, when Svend climbed onto the starting block. "Naked - he looked like a Greek statue - except for the penis size," Colin told Kenny later that night. Svend was very well hung, and he knew it.
Colin watched Svend dive in, then he looked back at Dave. "Which one will fuck me first?" he wondered, diving to find the floater hook.
The job for Dave was done in half an hour, and the man went off for some new safety equipment stored outside. Colin was quite cold in the cool water so he was happy to race against his athletic professor. He let the man win again and again, but then he accelerated through a higher gear, and Svend was left behind.
"You win, Colin dear. Maybe we have to hurry now. I guess Dave will want to lock up soon." The pair could see Dave looking at them through the observation glass.
Svend and Colin lifted themselves from the water. Colin's swimwear was even lower waisted when he stood up beside his naked professor. Again Colin had to check Svend's manhood. Even after the swim in the cold water, the cock was far above average. The Nordic fair hair just underlined the body's beauty. Colin's own boy-size cock was about to rise. With a sort of sudden inspiration, he pulled down his speedo and waved to Dave who watched the two with some interest.
"Please wash my back, Svend. Long time since we were in a shower together." Colin and Sven had chosen showers side by side. Without comments, Svend received the body shampoo and started work on the body in front of him. Afraid to do more than just washing, he was a bit rougher than necessary.
"You don't have to skin me, sir! I'm not ticklish you know!" Colin turned to give the man a full frontal view. Svend was half-hard while Colin sported a full erection.
"I don't think Dave will..." Svend swallowed when Colin cupped his balls and dick with both hands.
"I think your professor need some assistance, Colin! I don't think he is used to washing his students, eh?" A completely naked Dave entered the room from his own changing room.
Colin grinned when Dave, who also brought his own soap, started to wash his front. For the first time in this normally very crowded room the two tall men and the teen like student were really private.
"You ever piss in the showers guys, or is that just kid-like behaviour?" Colin suddenly asked, looking quite serious. It could have been just a neutral question, but the males present knew this was an invitation.
"You need to be marked, son. Long time since I marked you. You want me to be your master now?" Svend placed an open hand underneath Colin's chin and forced his head upwards. Soap bubbles and running water covered the boy's face. He looked both hot and inviting.
"Aye, sir. Please master me, both of you. Make me obey your wishes, and spank me if I don't obey, masters!" Colin still had his hands around Svend's balls.
"Kneel then, son. Go on, no reason to be shy in front of us. We know your needs and you have had our yellow blessings before." Svend looked at Dave who just nodded. He placed both hands on Colin's shoulders and forced him to kneel in the corner.
"Look at me!" Svend commanded. "Look at my cock, you love that cock, don't you son? "
"Aye sir. Very much!" Colin's whisper was hardly heard.
"What did you say, boy? Let's hear it!" Svend's voice filled the room.
"Yes, master. I love your cock. Please drench me...please!" Colin went into the expected role.
"Good boy, open your mouth. Open, all the way! And stop playing with your prick, boy. Concentrate!" Sven pointed his now half-hard cock forward with two fingers around the root. The yellow flow started rather slowly. It hit Colin's upper body and moved quickly to the two very erect nipples. Colin moaned and used his fingers to massage the piss-wet nubs.
"Open your mouth now. Take care of my juice." Svend pissed straight into Colin's mouth. The boy tried to swallow and spit at the same time. The piss frothed in his open mouth, while most of it dripped down his body.
"Look here, Colin. I need to go too!" A desperate Dave hit the body in front of him with a very hard stream. He pointed at Colin's balls and lower body before he hit the nipples.
Svend's flow was slowing down. He stepped forward, still pissing, and placed his thick cock inside Colin's mouth. The boy struggled now. Svend had the fattest cock Colin had ever taken, not a very long shaft, but `with a thickness of a child's arm' as Colin had told Bill on a previous occasion.
Colin coughed and spat and made Svend retire. Colin turned to Dave and let him finish the job. Piss dripping from his wet hair made Colin use his hands to keep his eyes clear.
Colin had started work on his own cock. It was obvious that he was trying to piss too, but his erection made this difficult.
"Wait, boy! It's selfish to feed yourself, eh?" Dave lifted Colin from his kneeling position. Then the man, the tough coach, knelt in front of his pupil.
"Give me your sweet juice, baby boy! I have never tasted you, I'm sure you are really good!" The man opened his mouth and Colin went closer. The entertainer had done this before. Colin managed in the beginning to feed Dave with a sort of dignity, but soon he had to withdraw his cock. With his hands above his neck and hips forward Colin sprayed just like the game he had at home with Kenny or out in the fields with his Norwegian `piss-brother'.
Colin emptied and turned to Svend who hugged his student and kissed him - kissed him deep. "You want to cum, Colin, or did Professor Lumeau drain you totally today?"
"I want you to fuck me, sir. I want your huge cock to fill me up. I'm so damn horny sir. I'm close to cumming already." Colin watched Dave who hurried into his own cubicle. Svend was wanking Colin lightly with two tight fingers.
"Grab the bar, son." Svend lifted Colin and let him take hold of the shower curtain bar. Hanging from the pole, Colin got the treatment from the mouth and tongue of his professor. The situation was unbelievable. Svend sucked the youngster to a fast orgasm.
`I'm cumming, sir. Master, yes, yes!" Colin started the delivery of his boy-milk and Svend, like a calf, sucked all of it. At the end he licked his lips and grinned.
"You still have some yellow juice? Or did Dave get it all! Let me taste it, love." Svend pulled Colin's foreskin back and licked the sensitive glans. Colin could hardly keep his hands on the bar, but managed to give his professor and boss a taste of his boy-pee before he fell down into the man's catching arms.
"You have fifteen minutes, guys. I can't reset the alarm. You have to hurry!" Dave, fully dressed in sports gear, hurried into the shower room.
Colin was a bit disappointed when he waved Professor Thomson off. He had received great admiration from both teacher and coach and Svend had sucked him like a teenager, but Colin was still not satisfied. Neither of them had given him the shagging he had hoped for.
Colin was close to his home. Kenny's car was outside, but a very modern sports-bike was there as well. "I need Kenny's cock now!" Colin thought. "I hope any visitor will leave very soon." He went up to the bicycle which had a scarf in red and yellow around the seat. In rather childish style the letters H.W.A had been painted on the handle. Colin grinned. He liked the boy behind these initials.
"Hank William Alexander! Nice to see you here. Not often you make time to visit. Are you occupied with the girls, or is it football day and night? And Partick Thistle is still your team, I understand." Colin went up to the youngster and hugged him. Kenny's brother was dressed in the Glasgow football team's red and yellow gear. Alex, as he called himself, was a real fan of Colin.
"Have you been waiting for me, mate?" Colin looked at Kenny who was lying on his bed just dressed in baggy shorts. The rest of his clothes and some sweaty shoes, were spread around the floor. One hand was inside the shorts and it was obvious what he was doing.
"Aye, Kiddo. No fuck this morning, and I didn't see you during lunch. And now I assume you were fucked at the pool. You still have wet hair, curly boy!" Kenny grinned and scratched his balls. "This baby needs some advice. The little one has got himself a fuck-buddy, you see."
"You are into boys, Alex? What does your mum say about that?" Colin placed an arm around the thirteen, almost fourteen, year old boy he had helped to his first wet wank a year earlier.
"She doesn't need to know, but girls bore me!" The little man was very direct. "And Harry is the best player around! He says he loves me, and he wants me to ride him!"
Colin tried to stay serious while Kenny lifted a pillow and hid his grin. "And how old is Harry?" Colin had stripped off most of his clothes.
"He's a senior - he's great. Look!" The youngster held up his iPhone with a photo of a freckled read-head.
"The little one wishes to see you ride me, Kiddo!" Kenny said. "It's this Harry's dream and my baby brother can't fix it!"
Again Colin had trouble being serious. "But you watched Kenny screw me a year go!" Colin said. "I'm sure I was on top of your brother then!"
"Aye, but Kenny won't tell me who's the top guy when you fuck. Harry says he is a top only, but I fucked you, remember, Colin?" Little Alex was very serious.
"Okay. I have to go to the bathroom. Come with me, I'll tell you some secrets! And Kenny, strip off that damn sweaty shorts. I have some new lube from Oslo. Prepare the monster I love, and we'll show the little one who is the boss here!" Colin left with Alex.
Some ten minutes after Colin was back from the bathroom with a towel around his hips and a towel very girlishly placed around his drying hair. Kenny was laying naked on the bed. His 26 cm (10 inch) beauty of a cock was glistening with jelly.
"Good stuff!" Kenny showed up the tub of lube. "Come on now, Kiddo. Let me put some lube on your sore, already-fucked arse. I watched your professor sneak into the pool as well, so I guess you were well taken care of." Kenny away Colin's towel.
"Don't let anyone touch your boy-pussy without greased hands, Alex. And don't let anybody into your body if you are not ready. I know you have tried it before, so you are not a virgin, but be tough. It's your body, not your fuck-buddy's. But I'm very pleased with mine!" Colin acted suddenly like a princess and gave the surprised Kenny a kiss.
"Let us be wild now, buddy. I'm not in the mood for a long soft scene tonight" He leaned over and spat on Kenny's cut cockhead and gave the spear a long suck and lick. Then he turned his own arse to his roommate and let the straight youngster grease up his cunt. In the end three fingers - three very fat fingers - were inside him, fucking and screwing.
"Can't be too much lube, Alex. Never take it dry, hurts like hell!" Colin looked at the youngster who obvious had work to do inside his baggy football shorts.
Colin dripped pre-cum and smiled when he licked the stuff from his own fingers. Then he turned around and placed one knee at each side of the taller lad. With both hands he spread his buttocks and lowered his body. He found the target and let Kenny's long cock enter him in one slow motion, all the way. Colin was silent for some small seconds. He looked at Alex.
"Yes, I am the top now, but I want your brother to show me that he is a real man!" Again Colin kissed Kenny. Alex blushed. He had seen the two fuck-buddies do `porn', as he had told Harry, but he had never seen them kiss as if they were lovers.
Kenny was easy to ask. Soon he pounded Colin from underneath. He lifted both his own hips and the smaller guy who was riding him. The two fuck-buddies soon forgot the viewer. Colin purred like a cat when Kenny fucked him slowly, and screamed when Kenny took him really hard from below.
Kenny turned Colin onto his side and went on fucking like they were spooning. The huge cock didn't go all the way inside in that position so Colin wasn't satisfied. Soon the two ended up missionary with Colin's feet around Kenny's neck. If they for a short while had forgotten their own love-scene, they would have seen the young teenager jerking his small knot while whispering. "Yes, Harry. Yes, Harry". His partly-wet football shorts showed that his first spurt had been a fast one, and now the young lad worked himself up to his second orgasm. The last piece of clothing fell to the floor when he climbed onto the bed beside the two others.
Colin was again on the top. This time he had his back against Kenny, who used his strong hands to squeeze Colin's sore and sensitive nipples. The stronger guy relaxed, but Colin wanted more, and suddenly he was the top again. Pre-cum dripped from his piss-slit. "Taste me, Alex. It's sweet stuff!" Colin shouted.
Alex climbed between his brother's legs and had a premier view of his huge cock pounding in and out of the red swollen boy-cunt. He didn't just lick the pre-cum. Soon he had Colin's cock all inside his mouth.
"Yes, yes, you are good, good. Both of you, both of you!" Colin lifted and lowered his body, but soon Kenny took control again.
"Be careful, Alex. I'll cum soon. I'm almost there, I'm there!" Colin whined when Kenny almost killed his tits with his nails.
"Feed me then, Colin. Sweet taste!" Alex whispered and placed his lips around the wet dick.
"I'm cumming, Alex, cumming!" Colin shouted and sent volley after volley of his milk into young Alex's mouth. The teenager had done this before, so he had no trouble sucking and licking and swallowing.
"Stop chatting like horny chicks!" Kenny shouted. He withdrew his long spear from Colin's arse. Then he wanked his cock with a hard fist while Colin still sat on his chest and Alex was kneeling between his legs.
"Take some real man-milk now, guys, both of you. Tell that Harry to feed you, Kiddo. Feed you like this!" Kenny, known as a shooter, had his first ejaculation for the day in front of the two. The almost clear man cream, supplemented by lumps like soft white cheese, hit Colin and Alex who eagerly shared the gift from the straight buddy.
Alex counted the spurts. "Nine!" he said. "Good work, big brother."
"May I stay overnight, Kenny?" Alex was back from the bathroom, about to dress.
"Have you told Mum where you are or have you moved in with Harry?" Kenny asked.
"I sent her a message. She knows where I am." Alex was standing wearing a towel only.
"Find him some pyjamas, Colin - if you have any." Kenny grinned. He had never seen Colin in such nightwear. "And no farting!"
"Stop teasing, Kenny. You are fine, Alex. Don't listen to what he says!" Colin lifted his duvet and let the naked teenager climb into the bed beside him.
"Do you love my big brother?" Alexander whispered. Kenny had started a snoring concert.
"Aye, especially when he sounds like that!" Colin turned out the light.
Colin was happy to be planning a long weekend at home with Bill. He knew he would be very busy in the coming weeks revising for the upcoming exams. He would also have less time for fun but Kenny would keep him satisfied sexually. He was in the library about to finish his weekly paper when he heard a voice say, "Hey Colin! Do you have a few minutes?"
Colin smiled when he saw it was Dan, the first year student he had befriended some weeks earlier. "Of course. Sit down," he replied. "How are things with you?"
"Not bad. I just wanted a bit of advice," said Dan.
"Ask away," smiled Colin.
"Well, I've met someone," Dan began.
"That's good," said Colin.
"Yeah. I like him a lot." Dan grinned.
"Is it serious?" Colin asked.
Dan nodded. "It could be, and that is what I wanted to talk to you about. How do you know when a man wants a relationship and not just sex?"
"That's not the easiest question to answer," Colin said. "You want a relationship, right?"
Dan nodded. "Yes, but not an open relationship like you and Bill. I don't want to share my boyfriend with anyone."
"Okay. Then I think you have to consider his actions as well as what he says," said Colin. "Tell me about him and what you have done so far."
"His name is Jack. He's 38 and he's an accountant," Dan began. "I was at the club with Roland and he came over to talk to me when Roland was on the dance floor. He said he'd seen me a few times and noticed that I never danced."
"Interesting to note that he had been paying attention to you," commented Colin.
Dan smiled. "I told him I wasn't really into dancing. He asked if I was into talking and offered to buy me a drink. Instead of saying no as I usually do, I said yes. I think Jack is quite handsome." Dan blushed slightly. "So we talked for over an hour, about all kinds of things. Then he invited me out to dinner the following evening."
"I assume you said yes," said Colin.
Dan nodded again. "We had a lovely evening. He took me to a fancy Italian restaurant and bought wine. He walked me home afterwards and we kissed a few times." He smiled and added, "He wore lovely after-shave."
"Have you seen him since then?" Colin asked.
"Yes, twice. Once more at the club and then at the cinema," replied Dan. "He has invited me out for a meal this Friday."
"But you haven't had sex yet," suggested Colin.
Dan blushed slightly again. "No, but he has told me he thinks I'm hot. I have a feeling he might ask me to go back to his place after the meal on Friday."
"Does he turn you on?" Colin asked Dan.
"Yeah - a lot!" Dan smiled. "He's taller than me, broader too. It just feels right when he holds me in his arms."
Colin smiled. "I think you know the answer to your question. If he just wanted sex, he would have asked outright long before now. He clearly enjoys being with you, talking to you. I feel pretty sure he wants some sort of relationship with you. So enjoy your dinner date on Friday and if he invites you home, say yes. Ask if he wants you to be his boyfriend during the meal if you like."
"What about sex?" Dan asked.
"Sex can be fantastic," grinned Colin. "However you don't have to go all the way the first time. You can become a bit more intimate though. Get naked together, perhaps suck each other off."
"I don't think I want to go further than that the first time," said Dan.
"Tell him that. If he respects you, he won't push for more," Colin said. Then he smiled and added, "You might find you are ready for more sooner than you think."
Dan grinned. "I have to admit that thinking about him makes me stiff."
"I hope you have a wonderful time on Friday. Let me know how it goes," smiled Colin.
"I will. It helped talking to you. I'll let you get back to work now." Dan stood up and gave Colin a wave. "See you."
"See you, Dan." Colin watched the teenager walk off and thought about the difference between his life and the life Dan longed for.
""I love Bill and he is definitely the most important man in my life. Could I be a one-man guy like Dan?" he asked himself. "Probably not, especially when Bill and I spend so much time apart. I'd miss sex too much. Besides, Bill gets turned on hearing about my `sexcapades' with others. He gets turned on even more watching other men fuck me. And I love having other men watching me have sex. No, I can't change. Luckily Bill loves me just the way I am."
Colin closed his lap-top. "I have to call Dad that I love him, and tell him I'm on my way home."
When Colin climbed into his car and gave Kenny a thumbs-up for the weekend, a sound told him that he had a message on his phone. The sound was different, none of his buddies. He was curious and opened the email.
`Dear Colin. Do you remember the man who bought you an ice cream in France last summer? We had a nice chat in the village. You had been painted nude, remember? You even teased me about my way of speaking - but I ended telling you that I live close to the Scottish-English border. I seem to remember that you wanted to see me if I was to visit Glasgow. Maybe that's just an old man's fantasy, but you gave me your address anyway, so there's always hope. I'll be in Glasgow next Wednesday. Are you free for a supper? With love, Dougal'
Colin smiled and thought about his talk to Dan an hour ago. "I'm not a guy for just one man. I guess this Dougal wants more than to offer me a meal. He is a friend of the French officer who almost fucked the arse off me some weeks ago, so I'm not certain my dad will be happy, but..." He touched the reply button.
To be continued