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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 46 (Home - Bill/Bruce/Johnnyboy & Glasgow - Dougal)
"Please Dad, please! Let me cum nowÉplease, Dad!" Colin cried with tears in his eyes. Bill and his best friend Bruce had brought Colin close to orgasm three times in the last half hour, but Bill always stopped the handjobs just before Colin reached a climax.
Bill and Bruce had taken the naked Colin to the playroom after a joyful afternoon together, and bound his hands to the St Andrew's Cross. Bruce had also brought his own houseboy - Johnnyboy who was aged 22 - to Bill's playroom. The Hong Kong-Chinese lad was locked up in a new dog-cage. He was naked but for his usual cock-cage and he watched the scene, feeling a bit sad for his friend, Colin. Johnnyboy was used to some tough treatment from his own lover and daddy, but he just hoped for sex now.
"Stop complaining, son, or I'll have to gag you again. Do you want me to gag you?" Bill whispered close to Colin's ear.
"No, but IÉI have to cum, Dad. Please, Dad!" Colin whispered. The playroom was heated almost like a sauna and both Bill and Bruce had removed all their clothes but for black thongs.
"What do you say, Bruce? Should we let the kid shoot now?" Bill wanked his son with a rough grip. Colin trembled and tried to make some fucking movements with his hips. "Did you check his pussy? He has been fucked quite recently, hasn't he?"
Bruce went up to Colin and spread his legs. With two fingers wet with his own saliva, he inspected Colin's arse. "He's rather puffy so I believe he's been fucked more than once the last 24 hours!" Bruce gave Colin a friendly spank. "But the boy is very tight still, and very fuckable!"
"You have to check his love-button too. I guess it's swollen!" Bill handed his friend a tube of lubricating jelly. Soon Bruce had two fingers inside the boy, and shortly after that he added a third finger. He was about to give the lad a tough prostate massage. Colin moaned - not because of pain - but with lust. A long thread of slimy pre-cum was dripping from his piss-slit. He tried to spunk off by using his inner muscles, but Bill stopped him. Just after stopping the wanking, he gave Colin his lips and his tongue in a heavy wet kiss. Colin moaned even more.
"Get Johnnyboy over here, Bruce. It would a pity if all this good stuff ends on the floor. He can drink direct from the teat." Bill now used his fingernails to work on Colin's nipples while Bruce finger-fucked him from behind.
Again Colin was screaming. "I'm aboutÉUncle!" He looked at Bruce with begging eyes. "I'm cummingÉ" The result was a double spank from the man. Colin's round globes were already pink.
Bruce went over to the corner of the room and opened the door to the cage. "Suck Colin now, Johnny, but no cumming, and stop dripping. Looks as if you pissed yourself while waiting. You horny, eh?" Bruce gripped the youngster's steel cockcage and led him in front of Colin.
"Suck him now, love!" Bill pushed Johnnyboy close to Colin. The Chinese cock-sucker had no problem bringing Colin close to the edge once more.
"I said, no cumming!" Some more spanks followed and Johnnyboy knelt in front of his friend.
"Taste his arse, Johnnyboy, I'm sure he has a sweet back door too." Bruce twisted Colin's body to the side and then spread his arse-cheeks before using his knee to push Johnnyboy forward to rim his friend. Again Johnnyboy made a good job, and again Colin whimpered.
"Pleased, please, please, Dad!" Colin begged again. He was shaking in the handcuffs now. Bill forced Colin's foreskin back behind the glans and let the cockhead shine like a wet mushroom. With the tip of his tongue, he worked the piss-slit and the two halves. Again Colin leaked pre-cum.
"What do you think about these balls, Bruce? You think they are drained, or what?" Bill gave some massage to Colin's smooth balls. Soon both men worked them while Johnnyboy used his tongue inside Colin's boy-cunt.
"A lot of cream inside this boy!" Bruce said. "Should be enough for many numbers."
"Unlock your boy, Bruce. No reason to lock him up now. He's dripping too!" Bill wasn't happy for Johnnyboy's steel cage, and he knew that Colin hated to see Johnnyboy treated badly.
"He isn't locked, but if free he wanks his cock to the last drop of cum. Nothing left for me!" Bruce let Johnnyboy open both the cage and the cockring. His thin 12 cm (almost 5 inch) Asian cock was soon fully erect. The accountancy student and family restaurant worker was as horny as his friend on the cross.
Bill looked at Bruce. "Let him open Colin for us. Let him for once be the man!" Bill then whispered, "He's a beauty."
"You heard what Bill said. Fuck your friend. Let your cock be useful for once!" Bruce grinned. He went up to Colin and swapped the cuffs so that Colin was now facing the wooden cross. The youngster's round, slightly pink globes glistened in the hot room.
"Stop teasing, Johnny!" Bill said. "Or I'll take him to my bed and lock you up over there." He grinned and pointed to the cage in the corner.
Johnnyboy had no problem penetrating his young friend. He did what he could to be a good top, and Colin made a show by using his muscles and his making theatrical sounds. But soon the youngster started to moan, and Bill understood that Colin had reached a new peak.
"Aaaaaah!" Young Johnny lasted about five minutes and collapsed on his knees behind a very disappointed Colin. The lad had been a real milk producer. Thick cream dripped from Colin's boy-cunt.
"Clean up your spunk, boy!" Bruce placed a hand behind Johnnyboy's neck and pushed his mouth against the wet cunt. Without hesitation, and accompanied by a loud moaning from Colin, Johnny again rimmed his friend and ate his own spunk.
"More to come. More to come!" Bill kissed Johnny. "Let's have a beer, Bruce. Damned hot here, isn't it?" Bill grinned when he saw Colin turn his head with an obvious look of disappointment.
Bruce led Johnny back to the cage, but he did not lock him up. "No wanking!" he said and left the room after Bill.
"What is going on, Colin?" Johnny whispered. "Isn't Bill happy with you any longer? Why doesn't he make love to you?"
"He makes love his way. He's testing me Johnny, testing! And I'm the winner, just wait and see!" Colin tried to relax. His arms hurt, but not so bad after the change of position. He let his stiff cock touch the rough wood of the St Andrew's cross.
"I could fuck myself to a fast cum," he said. "But I don't want to give the old man that pleasure!" He grinned when the door opened and the two old friends were back with opened beer bottles.
"Anyone in need of a fuck in here?" Bill asked. No answer.
"Well Bruce, that solves the problem. Let's go back to my son's porn movie. He looks so cute when the Arab fucks him." Bill used a hand to caress Colin from neck to butt.
"Last chance, guys. Anyone need a fuck tonight?" Bill went on.
"Please, sir. A hard one sir, and make me cum this time, please!" Colin turned to Bill. From the cage came a mild voice saying only, "Yes, sir."
"We have a problem then, Bruce. Two kids available for joy, and we both want them! I think we have to draw for which of us has first choice." Bill found some paper and made two balls. "Black Colin, white Johnnyboy! You choose, Johnny." He showed the boy in the cage his fists. Johnny pointed.
"You're the winner Johnny, but who's the other winner?" He held his fists out to Bruce.
"I won you, Johnny. What about that? Ready for a hot fuck eh? Good you brought another beer, Bruce. I guess Colin needs some comfort too!" Bill pulled a bench to the middle of the room and placed a wrestling mat on top. Then he took Johnny's hand. "Undress me, son, and make me ready!"
The Chinese lad hesitated. He looked at Bruce and he looked at Colin. Both just smiled. Colin had been freed from one handcuff and was happy to get some of Bruce's cold beer.
Johnnyboy knelt and stripped Bill of his boots before he let his young hands follow the hairy legs of his favourite `uncle'. When coming to the huge pouch he teased Bill as if he had forgotten there was a small audience. He bit the fabric and he sucked the visible cockhead, making a wet spot in front. When he then found the ribbons and pulled down the thong, a soft moan was heard from Colin. Bill had become fully erect. The 24 cm (9.5 inch) long cock, very boyish, and very thick was well known to Johnny who had sucked it many times over the years. Now he tugged Bill's hairy balls and brought him to the next stage.
"How do you want me, sir? You want me to suck you, sir?" Johnnyboy was a polite bottom. Bill answered Johnny by placing him with his back on the bench and his feet at the floor. In seconds Bill greased up his huge spear and placed a generous amount of lube inside Johnny's boy-cunt.
"Not as tight as Colin," Bill thought. "But the stallion over there is thicker than me." Bill looked at Bruce who now was naked. With the freed hand, Colin had stripped him and now Mr Bruce Marlin, 5 years older than Bill, and with a cock even thicker than Bill's had his weapon wanked by the still partly crucified Colin.
"Keep within the rules, guys!" Bill shouted to the two by the cross. Then he lifted Johnny's legs and placed them on his shoulders. He placed his swollen cockhead just outside Johnny's rosebud and waited. Johnny was not like Colin who would now have taken control. Bill knew exactly who the boss was this time. With an almost silent whine both from Johnny and Colin (!), Bill entered the young man and filled him with a cock some centimetres longer that his own daddy's. Bill had learned to wait after penetrating Johnny. "Okay, love?" he asked.
The boy was not used to being asked a question like that and smiled. "Please, sir. Do me good, do me good. Let me cum again, please!"
"Serve the man, instead of begging like a teenage girl!" Bruce barked.
"Shut up, Bruce! Just wait until you have to please my super lover strung up over there. You have to compete with a wild fuck-buddy and a set of hot professors, amigo! Don't let him spoil you with his hand. Lock him back up!" Bill kissed Johnny. Then he started a combination of long and short strokes and soon the youngster moaned each time Bill was fully inside him.
"Stop the noise!" Bruce was suddenly close to Johnny's head and fed his boy his throbbing cock.
With a hot fuck at both ends, Johnny didn't last long. Without the possibility to warn of the coming eruption, Johnny sent his second load of the evening all over his own body. Think white cream decorated the golden skin. Bill stopped for a while, scooped up some of the spunk and fed the boy before licking his own fingers clean.
"What now?" Bill asked. "Another draw, orÉwhat do you think, Colin dear?"
"Please, Dad. Get me off this torture weapon and fuck the shit out of me, both of you. That's what you want, eh?" Colin was very clear.
"The Mouse that Roared!" Bill grinned, quoting the title of an old British movie. "Please get the mouse over here, Bruce. He bent down and kissed Johnny. "I'll find you a beer, Johnny!" he whispered.
Bruce, fully naked and fully erect, carried Colin to the bench. "I want you doggy, baby!" he said. There was no question of Bruce letting Colin decide.
"Whatever, whatever! Just fuck me, and fuck me hard!" Colin shouted. That was followed by four hard spanks from Bruce. The butt was turning red. "Don't be the bossy one, boy! Try again!"
"Please sir, please master. I'll do you good, sir!" Colin tried to change his attitude. Bill smiled.
Bruce's 22 cm (8.5 inch) cock was very thick and veiny. Colin knew well that the large plum-like cockhead could be very painful, but now he was as warmed up as possible. He just waited to be greased up. Bruce often used spit only when fucking Johnny, but Bruce knew that Bill would kill him if he was too hard to his `prima donna' as Bruce once called Colin.
Colin met Bruce with an open boy-cunt and Bruce bottomed in the youngster with one stroke. Colin screamed, but Bruce took no notice and started a rather wild fuck for a man of 65.
"Be careful of your heart, Bruce! No contest tonight. Colin is ready for both of us, I'm sure!" Bill had an arm around Johnnyboy. He was still rock hard. He had never it admitted to Bruce but he loved to see men fuck Colin, knowing he had the privilege of always being Colin's number one. His excuse for being present was safety, but the real truth he said to Kasim once, was that seeing Colin turn other men crazy, was a huge turn on for him too.
Bruce knew how to make Colin tremble with excitement. He pounded Colin's prostate and worked the love-knot, and several times he pulled almost fully out before he forced his weapon back inside.
The sounds from Colin told the story of how he was feeling. Then he shouted, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!" Johnnyboy was quick to get his head underneath the spunker and managed to capture most of the boy-milk. However he couldn't take it all. His mouth was full. Boy-cream dripped from his mouth and onto his chest, and still Colin was shooting more. The telecomms company director did not stop the action. He continued fucking even harder when he felt Colin's orgasm.
"Take it, boy, take it!" Bruce shouted soon afterwards. He withdrew very fast and like a pornstar he shot his load all over Colin's balls and arse. He used his cock like a cleaning tool but Bill pushed him aside and was inside Colin before the boy understood what had happened.
Bill fucked Colin doggy-style too, but soon he turned the boy over and fucked him the way he did Johnny earlier. Colin was one huge smile and let Bill give him the service he desired. Soon his `old man', as Colin called him from time to time, slowed down. Colin had more to give, much more after the long teasing evening.
Now Bill placed himself on the mattress while Colin climbed onto him and prepared for a real ride. He lifted his body, spread his buttocks, and fucked his man from the top. Very soon though Bill was back on duty, and fucked Colin from below. Colin started wanking and soon the two were one body, as they often were. More than six years of practice had made them a sex couple that knew each other's ways intimately.
"May I, Daddy? Please let me, Daddy!" Colin whispered. Not waiting for an answer Colin shot his second load of the evening over his daddy and lover. At the same time Bill almost lifted his hips and filled his son and lover with his man-cream. He had teased Colin the entire evening, but now he won the first prize.
"Daddy, may I ask you a question?" Colin was in bed, lying on Bill's arm. The man was about to fell asleep, but he understood that Colin had something special on his mind.
"Am I the youngest boy you ever fucked, Dad?" Colin almost whispered.
"You are love, and maybe you were too young that first time. Maybe I forced you into something you didn't want?" Bill pulled Colin closer.
"I wanted all of it, Daddy. You know that. I'm sure you know that!" Colin's head rested against Bill's neck.
"But before me then, you only fucked oldies?" Bill could hear that Colin was teasing.
"Aye, just oldies - my own age and even much older." Bill wondered what was behind Colin's questioning.
"How come you only fuck youngsters now - never your own age?" Colin went on, more serious.
Bill turned his face and found Colin's lips. Colin let his dad kiss him lightly. "You showed me the young sex I had never even dared to dream of!" Bill swallowed. "And you made me young again, Colin. You keep me young." There was a short period of silence as both Colin and Bill stared up at the patterns in the old-fashioned ceiling above the bed.
"You jealous, Colin love? Please tell me. Are you afraid that there could be another one beside you?" Bill hugged Colin tight. The lad didn't answer.
"I know you like to watch when other men fuck me, Dad. You have grown hard many times watching, I know!" Colin found Bill's balls.
"Aye, right! Tells me I'm the luckiest man in the world when you come back to me afterwards." Bill let the boy play with him even after the hot sex-filled day.
"Who do you wish to have in bed when I'm not here?" Again Colin almost whispered.
"Oh love, you are jealous. My boy, my boy, you are my one and only. You understand I love no-one but you?" Bill combed Colin's curly hair with his fingers.
"You think Qi likes my pictures?" Colin looked at the bedroom wall with his very sexy posters.
"He has never seen them, Colin. He has never been in our bed, love, but he is a good partner for occasional fun. You have done things with him yourself, haven't you?" Bill pinched Colin's buttocks.
"Aye, he's very sexy. Could we - I mean - what if? "Colin suddenly wasn't sure what to say.
"You want us to fuck him together, is that it? Want him to see how I make love to you?" Bill kissed Colin's forehead.
"No Daddy, but I want to see you fuck him, like you fucked Olav and Ivar in Oslo, and like the way you fucked Johnnyboy earlier. It tells me I have the sexiest lover in the world!" Colin tugged Bill's pubic hair.
"Guess we can arrange that quite easily." Bill yawned. "Maybe we should try to get some sleep."
Colin was not tired. He continued to tease Bill's balls and was happy when his `father' spread his legs giving him full access.
"Your sixtieth birthday is coming up, Dad. It's going to be quite a party next weekend. Can't believe that my lover in moving towards seventy!" Colin grinned. He had a tight grip around Bill's balls now. "Any boy you want in bed as a special birthday present?"
"Am I free to choose, all of a sudden?" Bill opened his eyes. He yawned again, but Colin's question triggered him and so did the play with his balls. A day full of heavy sex, but the soon-to-be sixty year old was about to sport a hard-on again.
"Aye, free choice, from all over Europe?" Colin used his nails.
"Let me start local. It's been a long time since Kenny was in my bed. Olav of course, but I guess you will keep him for yourself. The Danish boys, Ib and Daniel!" He stopped as if he was thinking. "Both of them are good but they are no stayers. I could have them together. Kasim's nephew, my God, he would be quite a present, but then you would be fully occupied with Kasim yourself."
"Maybe you could have a threesome with both Habib and Kasim, you know. Maybe you even could get your arse stuffed!" Colin let one hand follow Bill's arsecrack. "Charlie would love to see you, I'm sure!"
"Please love, be serious. Let the poor kid be happy with his new Highland daddy. He had a miserable life in Newcastle. I'm so happy for him now." Bill turned his face to Colin.
"But Charlie is invited Dad. He'll be here with one of your old pals. He has promised to sing for you at the pub." Colin found one of Bill's nipples.
"Are we going to the pub? You haven't told me a damn thing. I thought Johnny's restaurant would be involved." Bill pulled Colin tight again. He grinned when he felt Colin's erection touch his own body.
"You are not to be told, Dad, but I know some locals, even a lady, want to salute you in the pub!" Colin kissed Bill deeply.
"And what will you do, darling?" Bill placed his big hand around Colin's cock and gently wanked him.
"I'll take care of the queue and I plan to be the stand-in if the other kids can't manage!" Colin moaned. His father had used his hands to squeeze the tight balls.
"I think I need to give you a sleeping pill now, love, I can't manage another round. I'll soon be sixty, you know!" Bill lifted the naked Colin and placed him across his chest. The boy grabbed the headboard with both hands and lifted his butt close to Bill's face. With tongue and lips, Bill rimmed Colin's recently washed arse, and when he filled the love-hole with his searching tongue the lad trembled like a leaf in a storm.
Colin lowered his body and let his cock find Bill's open mouth. With a sort of screaming joy, the bottom-boy fucked his daddy's mouth. The ten centimetres (four inch) long boy-cock fitted Bill well. When Bill without warning put two times two fingers into the wet back entrance, Colin howled and started to shoot another load. It was not as big as the ones earlier that night, but still enough to fill Bill's mouth.
Colin covered his lover with his body and kissed him while he was fed some of the spunk he just had served his `old man'. "Thank you, Daddy, thank you. You're my man, my one and only!" With Colin still on top, Bill covered the two with the duvet.
"You are so stressed, Kiddo. What's the matter?" Kenny lay on his bed watching Colin put on different sorts of sexy underwear.
"I'm going to meet an old admirer tonight. I have to look my best!" Colin tried to style his rough, partly wet hair.
"So you won't be home for a late fuck then?" Kenny squeezed his bulge inside the baggy shorts.
"I don't know. Last time I saw him, he only bought me an ice cream!" Colin grinned. "Maybe he will offer me a milkshake this time."
When Colin entered the old central Glasgow hotel he was dressed in black super-tight jeans, a white partly see-through shirt and his short red lacquer jacket. He knew he looked a bit slutty in that outfit, and Kenny had made wolf whistles when he left their small apartment some minutes earlier.
A group of partying girls filled the lobby and one of them whistled. Colin blushed. If it had been a group of guys he would just have grinned back. Now he found the lift and just pushed the button for the eighth floor.
"804," Colin whispered and stopped in the hall. He saw himself in a huge old-fashioned mirror. Again he tried to adjust his curly hair. The wind outside had given him a childish look instead of the porn-star look he wanted. The man inside - the old military guy Dougal - had chatted with him for only some minutes last summer in France. He was fan of his porn movies - the so-called secret dirty videos seen only by selected customers in Mr Reynard's odd business world. Colin had dated students and professors, and he had dated people in the modelling world, but he had never before been invited to meet a man who only knew him as a porn star. Now the youngster adjusted his bulge and patted his arse cheeks. The trouble was that the situation made him horny as hell and even his small cock filled the tight trousers. He knocked on the door. A man coughed before he called "Entrez!"
"Why French?" Colin wondered for a faction of a second. The man he was to meet was from the Scottish Borders.
The good-looking and well-dressed man stood up in front of the room's only deep chair. Colin held out his hand. Dougal caught it but used his other hand to pull Colin close, something between how an old man meets a young relative, or how two old friends meet.
"Thanks for the ice cream!" Colin grinned. "That was a lovely day in France!"
"And thank you for taking an evening off to see an old admirer!" Dougal let his hand rest on Colin's shoulder.
"I have nothing else to offer than the bed!" The man pointed at the single bed made up like an old-fashioned sofa.
"You want me to undress first, sir?" Colin smiled and turned to the bed. He could have bitten his tongue off.
"Nothing would be better love, but I have invited you for supper. Hope you are hungry. Maybe you'd better keep some clothes on." He smiled a bright smile. "I'm told that this hotel's restaurant is one of the best in town."
"Never been there. It's not for a student's purse, sir." Colin felt very comfortable, but also a bit uncertain. The tall grey-haired man was a real gentleman - in his sixties Colin thought - but he walked like a young man and the body underneath the tailored jacket looked well-defined.
The lobster had been excellent and the Highland beef had been a dream. Colin had had two glasses of wine even though he had proclaimed that he shouldn't drink in the middle of the week, especially when he should be preparing for the exams at the end his university year.
"I loved your African porn!" Dougal whispered. He passed Colin the dessert menu. For the first time since Colin met the man, he was talking about sex. Until now the two had chatted about France, Colin's modelling and studies, and Dougal had talked about his work in the Old Academy.
"I haven't seen the finished version," Colin said. "But I remember making it. Hot stuff, eh?" He placed a hand on top of Dougal's which was lying on the table. The first touch between them since the handshake one and a half hours earlier.
"You are so damn sexy, sir." Colin looked around and whispered. Nobody could hear them. "And you treat me like a prince, not a slut, sir. Sorry if I look slutty. Your Armani outfit is a dream, sir."
"I hope you go on playing your role, Colin. You're my first date for ten years, and the youngest and the sexiest." Dougal coughed. "You need some chocolate fondant, don't you?"
"May we order the dessert delivered to your room, sir? I would like you to lick the sweets from my naked body!" Colin let his eyes stay on the man.
Without shyness, Dougal smiled and said, "With or without clotted cream, love?"
Colin blushed like a teenage girl. This old military guy charmed him. "Your choice, sir. You know I love cream. You've seen that in the videos, haven't you?" The man looked down, coughed lightly and turned to the menu again.
"It's very warm here. May I take your jacket, sir?" Colin helped Dougal off with the jacket. He placed it very formally on a coat hanger before he went up to the man and untied his tie.
"Thank you, son. I guess the dessert will be here soon. I asked for some champagne too! Let me help you now, please sit down." He helped Colin to remove his red glossy jacket.
Colin found a seat among the cushions in the bed. Without a word, Dougal knelt in front of him. With soft hands he pulled off Colin's low-cut suede boots and placed them aside. Colin closed his eyes and was happy for his clean socks. The man played with his feet. He sniffed and he licked the socks before he pulled them off as if it was a slow striptease. The ticklish youngster felt that this was different. The man on the floor really worshipped him. Colin closed his eyes and let the man play with his feet using his tongue and lips. Colin's cock was rock-hard, and he felt as if he had pissed in his pants. The pre-cum didn't stop flowing.
A knock on the door was followed by the call "room service". Dougal stood up. The tenting in Colin's trousers was obvious. A bit clumsily, Dougal tried to cover up the situation as he opened the door.
"Chocolate fondants, and some cream!" The waiter placed the tray on a small table. Colin blushed. The guy was familiar. Colin recognised him as one of the players in Kenny's rugby team, a man in his late twenties. Colin had been in bed with him in Dublin once. The guy Ð Shuggie - was one of Kenny's so-called straight friends that loved a blow job when girls weren't around.
"Will this be okay, sir?" The well-built man showed Dougal the champagne bottle. "You want me to open it sir, or do you..?"
"Just a second, son, just a second." Dougal crossed the room and hurried into the bathroom. He looked as if he had been caught in some sort of inappropriate action.
"You a call boy now, Colin?" the rugby player whispered. `Will you allow me to call for your service too?" He grinned.
"Please do, I miss your monster-cock! And your rock-hard balls!" Colin whispered too. "Go on with the champagne. I think the old man is a bit stressed!"
Dougal was back. He had recovered his dignified behaviour. "Please serve us, garcon. Tres bien!" He watched the waiter struggle when trying to open the bottle. The young man was clearly a bit outside his comfort zone.
"Let me!" Dougal did the job without any problems and filled the crystal glasses before he placed the bottle in the cooler.
"Enjoy, gentlemen!" the waiter said as he left. In the mirror Colin saw his teasing smile.
"An impressive waiter!" Dougal said. "Upper arms like a wrestler, but he's clearly not familiar with champagne." The man lifted the glass in a sophisticated manner and toasted Colin.
"He's more familiar with beer barrels," Colin commented. "A body like a bull!"
"You know him?" Dougal sat down and filled the glasses.
"Aye, he's a teammate of a friend of mine." Colin was a bit stressed. He looked at the desserts and was uncertain how to get back to the previous striptease.
"It's very hot here, sir. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?" Colin started to unbutton the white see-through lace shirt.
"Please, Colin please. And let me help!" Dougal placed Colin in front of him. Without hesitation he stripped off Colin's shirt and let his hands follow the upper body down to the low-cut black jeans. Colin opened the top button and let Dougal unzip him. The trained stripper managed to get rid of the tight jeans very elegantly. Dougal swallowed when he cupped Colin's naked buttocks and spread them.
The tight red JustColin g-string had damp spots in the front and the single string in the crack was also wet because of the heat and the excitement.
"Beautiful, tres beau!" Dougal whispered and pulled the standing Colin close to his open mouth. He let his tongue and his lips play with the leaked pre-cum. With his teeth, and with some help from Colin himself, Dougal removed the last piece of clothing and was able to get a close look at the teenage-like cock with a full erection.
Colin placed his hands on Dougal's head and helped him to take care of his dripping little beauty. He moaned and shivered when the man worked on his iron-hard erection. Colin answered by letting his body meet the older man's and with one hand he searched for Dougal's bulge, trying to give some feedback for the hot treatment. The man was without doubt ready for sex, but then something was wrong. Dougal did not respond like Colin had expected. He was suddenly stiff and a bit distant.
"What's wrong, sir? Don't you like me touching you? I want to see your sexy body. I've waited for that since I arrived earlier this evening. Colin had started to unbutton Dougal's formal shirt and was playing with his grey body hair.
"I'm sorry, son, but I'm a bit stressed. You see, I'mÉI'mÉ" He didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Are you not familiar with naked youngsters, sir? Please, tell me your wishes. May I suck you, or would you like something else?" Colin was touching the man's zip.
Dougal looked at Colin with a strange expression. "I've shot my load dozens of times watching your videos. All I want is to see you close-up and make fantasies aboutÉ" Again the man stopped.
"Why feel bad about enjoying being an onlooker? If guys didn't enjoy watching others have sex, I would have no public. We all love to watch hot sex, don't we?" Colin wanked his cock close to the man who swallowed but didn't speak. "Hasn't Reynard told you about my shows? He's an onlooker too, you know." Colin used one hand to squeeze his balls, the other hand opened his arsecrack.
"Monsieur Reynard has invited me many times, but I'm not into whipping. I guess Pierre has toldÉ" Dougal stopped.
"You want me to make love to myself, sir? I could have brought a dildo for that purpose ifÉ" Colin let one hand find his own nipples while he used his tongue to lick his lips. He was as slutty as he could be without more feedback.
"I would have loved that. My plan was to let one of my students follow me today and have him..." Dougal was too nervous to give Colin a full explanation.
Colin, even if the situation was very odd, was dripping hot. With no other equipment around, he finger-fucked himself in front of the grey-haired gentleman. He collected the dripping pre-cum from his piss-slit and licked his fingers, and when he later gave the fingers to Dougal the man sucked them like he had previously sucked Colin's cock.
"Please tell me what you like best in my videos?" Colin withdrew the two fingers from his arse, sniffed them and put them back inside.
"I love seeing you with a stiff cock while being brutally fucked by a dominant man with a huge cock. That always makes me cum like a youngster, you see." Dougal suddenly left the chair and stripped off his shirt and his formal trousers. "May I watch you finish, Colin? Will you shoot for me while I watch? Do a show for me, please. I'll hide in the bathroom."
Colin watched the man undress down to tight white briefs. For a man in his sixties, he was very well-built - no beer belly and still firm, round buttocks, and the bulge made certain for Colin that the tool inside was a good size.
Like a diva, Colin lay down on the bed, still working his own body. He reached for the hotel-phone placed beside the bed. "You allow me to order another bottle of champagne, sir? It's damn hot here, isn't it?" Colin grinned.
"It is, indeed! Go ahead, please." Dougal cupped his own bulge and left for the bathroom.
Five minutes later and the well-built waiter again entered the room. He stopped when he saw Colin spread on the bed playing with his own cock.
"Hurry up, Shuggie, I'm been waiting for you. Very slow service in this hotel." Colin jumped from the bed and placed the new bottle on the table. Without a word, he started to undress the puzzled rugby player.
"What the hell? Have you gone mad or something?" The man did not move.
"Continue what you wanted to do in Dublin, buddy. Fuck the shit out of me!" Colin had stripped Shuggie of his blue and white jacket and removed the singlet too. Without asking he pulled down the man's black trousers and his white boxers in a single movement.
"Are you crazy, man?" He looked around as if he was searching for something. "The old guyÉis he?"
"Forget about him, just fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum. I'm horny as hell!" Colin knelt in front of the waiter who stepped out of his shoes. The athlete was a sight, well-built and lightly haired. His upper legs were like tree trunks and his upper arms showed well-formed muscles. The soft cock did not stay flaccid for long when the kneeling rugby mascot started his well-practiced service. Colin had given more than half of the rugby team blowjobs in showers and changing rooms over the past two years, and had been a real entertainment on the annual trips abroad.
"But Kenny didn't want me toÉ" Shuggie could hardly speak. His more than twenty centimetre (8 inch) hard-on filled Colin's throat. Now he just moaned.
Colin stopped sucking and jumped onto the bed and placed himself doggy. He spread his legs and wiggled his butt. "Eat my cunt now, Shuggie. Better than any chicks out there!" As if in a trance the young athlete dived into Colin's open arse. With a virile tongue he made Colin scream. In a side glance, Colin could see the bathroom door being opened. The light was off, but in the mirror there were glimpses of a wanking man.
"Enough or I will wet the bed. Find the lube - just beside you!" Colin pointed. Shuggie was in a hurry. He was dripping too. A long clear stream of sticky pre-cum could be seen hanging from the naked cockhead on a dick partly hidden in a well-grown black bush. "Fuck me now, hard!"
The rugby guy attacked without foreplay. He knew how to win a match. With a howl from Colin he gave him his cock, all inside, all in one single movement. Colin yelled, and he yelled again. Shuggie stopped. Colin lifted his head.
"Go on - next attack. No mercy! Fuck, fuck, fuckÉ." Colin screamed while he tightened his arse muscles. The fucker, now in defence, answered by attacking again and again.
"Yeah, yeah. You win, you win. I'm cumming, aah, aah, I'm cumming!" Colin screamed and shot his boy-milk all over the covered bed. Again and again the orgasm hit the attacker.
"Damn, damn, take it slut, take it!" Shuggie pushed his cock all inside and howled like a wolf when his man-cream filled the hot boy-tunnel. With both hands he twisted Colin's hair and lifted his upper body. The two in bed had a dual orgasm without reservations.
Second later, and without Colin really understanding what had happened, Shuggie withdrew, jumped out of the bed with a dripping cock and collected all his clothes. "Damn! I'll be fired, man. This is crazy!" The waiter left the room in a hurry.
Colin was still on knees and elbows with his eyes closed when he felt that his open arse being attacked again. Dougal pounded his thick cock into the already well-greased boy-cunt.
"Show me you are what the porn-movies tell. Cum again, show me, be my boy now, my boy, my boyÉ" Dougal started a slow fuck.
Colin just murmured his comments. "You have to use another gear, sir, if you want me to cum again, and abuse my nipples. You have seen that I love tit-play, haven't you? Squeeze them, twist and tug them both, please sir." Again Colin tried to meet the fuck with an attack, but he was not happy with what the old man was doing. Shuggie had done his job too well.
"Let me, sir. Please let me turn around." Colin placed himself underneath the very virile man. He put his legs on the man's shoulders and opened his boy-cunt completely. Dougal attacked without mercy now. Colin's already swollen entrance met the huge cock without resistance.
"Yes, yes, more, more!" Colin found his own cock and wanked furiously. Dougal took the signal and increased the intensity. With manicured nails, he almost pierced the boy's nipples.
"I'm cumming, sir. I can'tÉsir, I have to, have to." Colin tried to lift his body from the bed. Then he started to erupt. The clear juice hit his face and his upper body. Dougal pulled out and, like a star from a porn movie, he wanked his huge tool. The man-cream, a huge load of man-cream, hit Colin's face, eyes and open mouth. The onlooker had been well taught by Colin's porn, and the star was completely drenched.
"Who is Kenny? I heard the rugby guy use his name." A still very virile Dougal spooned behind Colin in the bed.
"He's my roomy. To be honest, he's my fuck-buddy as well. A real man who fucks any hole available."
"You think he wouldÉ I mean - could you persuade him toÉ" Dougal placed a hand around Colin's cock and balls.
"Fit for another round, sir? I'm impressed." Colin felt the man's cock wet his crack.
"I usually cum twice or more when I watch your porn. I'm sure with another showÉ" Dougal grinned. Colin had already found his mobile phone.
"You in the mood for a fuck, Kenny?" Colin knew the answer.
To be continued