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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 Đ STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 53 (Geneva)
"I wonder why Reynard wants to go with you to Milan and Cannes, and asks me, or rather almost commands me, to stay on the farm?" A naked Bill was standing beside the huge bed in the luxurious guest room at the top of the old main building.
Colin, also nude and very horny, turned to Bill and grabbed his balls with a playing hand. "He said he wanted me to meet some important contacts, and that he didn't want to bore you." Colin watched his lover's cock grow because of his touching. "Are you jealous, Daddy? Reynard can't even get an erection, you know that. You have seen me trying to help him and it's not possible!"
"Aye, poor devil. I have almost beaten him senseless at his request for some drops of spunk!" Bill moaned when Colin wanked his 24 cm (9.5 inch) stallion cock. "And he almost kills poor Pierre to get some sort of satisfaction."
"Kasim will stay with you this week, he said. He will not be driving." Colin grinned. "I should be the jealous one, shouldn't I? You will fuck and be fucked by the `Stallion of Morocco' both night and day while I'm earning our money."
"Well, you being almost naked in front of huge audiences is a real turn on, son. Wish I could have seen you, and watched the dripping dignitaries longing for your cunt!" Bill now knelt upon the bed with Colin between his legs. The young one was now using his tongue to lick the salty pre-cum from his dad's piss-slit.
"I'll be with you in Stockholm though. Reynard will not go with me that time. Give me your cock now, all of it, allÉarghÉ" Colin couldn't talk anymore. Bill pushed Colin's head backwards and deep-fucked his mouth and throat. Colin answered by pulling his lover's balls downwards. The result made Bill even harder. When Colin coughed and looked up at him with wet eyes, Bill calmed down a bit before he went on with the heavy mouth-fuck.
"Keep some energy for Kasim, Dad, and please let me ride you now. I need your cock deep inside me, and I want to serve you! Reynard is a great guy, but you're my man, my man forever, my stallion. Fuck me from behind, Dad. Fuck the shit out of me, please!" Colin helped his `father' to lie down before he found some jelly and greased up the waiting spear. He then used both hands to pull his buttocks apart. He opened his well-prepared boy-pussy and let the big, rather thick, and very familiar dick, fill him in one single movement. Colin's Tarzan roar filled the room when Bill used his fingernails to pinch Colin's nipples simultaneously. Drops of pre-cum dripped from the boy's tiny, but super-hard erection, down onto his dad's trimmed pubic hair. Bill caught some with a finger and fed Colin first, then sucked the finger himself.
"A red light on a working spy-cam is very much amateurish," Colin thought. He lifted his butt and forced Bill's cock inside again. "Watch a real hard-on, sir!" he said in his mind to Reynard. Colin now worked his `father's' tool towards a heavy orgasm. The sixty year old guy was jacked by a super-horny student who did what he could to satisfy him. Suddenly the old stallion took command and lifted his hips and spread his hairy legs. Colin roared again at the sudden change. Minutes later Bill heard what he wanted to hear. "Daddy, yes please, harder, harder. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Hands-free, the lad sprayed boy-milk all over his daddy/lover while Bill filled his insides with thick man-milk. Colin almost fainted on top of Bill's body. The red light soon disappeared.
The large car was heading east. Reynard had a hand on Colin's thigh in the back seat of the luxurious Peugeot. Colin spread his legs to give Reynard easier access. He had been asked to pack some formal clothes for an overnight stay during the trip for the modelling job in Milan, but for today he was wearing rather tight city-shorts. Reynard lightly caressed the smooth, suntanned skin. Just now Colin was really enjoying the mountain landscape in this part of France. It was his first real visit to the French Alps.
"I love the mountains. The green forests, the dark shadows, and the white snow are amazing. But sir, you haven't told me why we are going to Switzerland. You said it was a surprise?" Colin heard himself being very formal again. This was unusual because the two were alone, and in the back of this special car. Colin had been friendly with Reynard for a long time.
"The best route for us is to use the Mount Blanc tunnel," Reynard said. "And we will stay overnight in Geneva. I have my bank there - and some good friends. Yes, love, I like this area myself." He let his hand very lightly touch Colin's bulge. Colin saw that Castro followed the action through the rear-view mirror. Colin had been very excited when he was told that Castro was to be their chauffeur. One stage-lover had replaced another.
"Make a stop at the first official viewpoint, Castro. I want Colin to enjoy this journey!" Reynard gave his orders. "I guess we need a piss-stop as well."
"I thought the boss was about to undress you back there!" Castro and Colin shared a pissoir at the viewpoint.
"I don't know what's the best view, Castro!" Colin looked from the sun-covered valley below them down to Castro's half-hard monster cock and then back to the view outside.
"You're a real meat-gazer, aren't you, Colin?" Castro did nothing to cover his half-hard dick.
"And you like me kinder-pissing, don't you, pervo?" Colin had pulled both his shorts and his jock down to his ankles.
"Yeah, your globes make me horny as hell!" Carlo sent his golden stream down into the trough while he placed one hand on Colin's butt.
"You want some help?" Colin tried to let his hand help the growing dick.
"You seem to be the one who need guidance." Castro tried to catch Colin's hard prick and stop the wild spread around. "You piss like a baby, Colin."
"I am a baby!" Colin looked at his Argentinian stage-lover while he wanked the last drops of piss out of him.
Neither of them had heard their boss arriving at the open door to watch the scene in front of him. No doubt he loved the show. "Allons-y, garons! Depechez-vous! Hurry up!" The voice was more teasing than commanding. The two at the pissoir hurried to make themselves decent. Both of them looked a bit embarrassed at being caught playing piss-games in front of the very formally-dressed Reynard.
"Please undress, Colin. You were damn sexy in there. I can't wait for the hotel!" Reynard caressed the boy's upper leg. "We still have forty-five minutes until we reach the hotel."
Without a protest Colin started to unbutton his shirt. He had nothing on underneath. The sunbathing in the last two weeks had left him looking extremely healthy and the dark curly hair was wild after his quick morning shower. Pierre had tried to style him, but in vain.
Reynard swallowed and used a cool hand to touch Colin's nipples which quickly became erect at the sudden treatment. Reynard put two fingers in Colin's mouth. "Suck them!" he said. Afterwards he used the wet fingers to treat the dark coronas. Another round of sucking and nipple play had Colin moaning in lust.
"You have wet my shorts, Reynard," Colin whispered.
"That's why I asked you to undress!" Reynard ended the nipple play with a tough squeeze using his manicured nails. Again Colin moaned and looked at his temporary daddy with tear-filled eyes.
Colin hurried to strip off his shoes and socks, and pull down the elegant shorts. His favourite white jockstrap had very visible wet spots.
"Go on - allez." Reynard was obviously aroused when Colin lifted his hips and pulled down the partly wet underwear. "Please, laisse moi!" Reynard took hold of the jock, placed it in front of his mouth and nose and closed his eyes. Colin was suddenly damn horny and felt really sorry for Reynard who was very excited.
"You want me to suck you, sir?" Colin heard he was back to formality.
"No darling, mon jeune amiÉyou know!" He looked a bit helpless. Then he restored his dignity. "Play with your body Colin, please. All the way."
Colin looked around, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "No need for dark windows, mon cher. I know how you love an audience!" Reynard let one hand find Colin's wet dickhead and caught the pre-cum. Afterwards he licked the finger with closed eyes.
"Don't you dare wank in the front, Castro! You're not on the pampas now!" Reynard shouted and Castro quickly put both hands back on the driving wheel.
"Cum for me, Colin. Shoot your load, be good, be good!" Reynard watched Colin squeeze his nipples with one hand while cupping and squeezing his balls with the other. The safety belt made it difficult to move, but he spread his legs wide and placed them on the back of the seat in front. With his right hand, he slowly wanked his 10 cm (4 inch) boyish cock while he licked the fingers on his left hand and soon had three of them inside his arse.
"Oui, oui!" Reynard moaned. "Fuck that pussy - harder - deeper."
Colin knew this was going to be a fast wank. He was already close to the edge. Looking up, he could see the drivers in the trucks they passed, and when they passed a tourist coach Castro intentionally slowed down and gave Colin a perfect stage.
"Soon, soon!" Colin was afraid to shoot his load inside the fashionable car. He reached for his jock which was still held by Reynard.
"I'm cumming, yeah, yeah, I'm cumming!" Colin erupted and sent volley after volley of white cream into the jockstrap. After five or six real shots the rest of the spunk dripped down on his completely smooth pubic bone. Pierre had done a good job with the razor that morning.
"Please, please!" Eagerly Reynard took hold of the dripping wet jock. With two fingers he played with the jizz, made strings and fed both himself and Colin. Finally he again put the front of the jock into his mouth and sucked like a calf. Colin grinned and used his own fingers to clean the cock and his belly of the remaining cum.
"Sorry for not sharing, Castro!" Reynard grinned now. "If you behave well, I may ask Colin to give you a load tonight. Watch out for the young men in the city though. They will sell their bodies to a stallion like you! Don't you think so, Colin?" Reynard looked at the naked boy beside him, who was now feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Geneva Centre - ten kilometres!" Castro shouted. "Direct to your hotel, sir?"
"Yes, we will freshen up and change before going to the bank. We won't need the car until tomorrow." Again Reynard was the real boss. "I guess you'd better put on some clothes, baby!" He smiled at Colin. "I'll keep this as a souvenir from Geneva!" He showed off the piss-wet jock. "A full JustColin collection will be brought to our room, so don't worry."
"What a marvellous view!" Colin was standing on the balcony outside their top floor suite in a central Geneva hotel. Colin felt very comfortable after a quick refreshing shower. Now he just was dressed in a white partly-open robe. He had been surprised on arrival at the hotel. Castro had received his key to a room in the annex but Colin was to share a suite with Reynard. A huge bed filled one of the rooms. Colin realised was to sleep overnight with his boss for the first time.
"You are as beautiful as you were the first time I met you in Paris some years ago, mon ami!" Reynard, in only a bathrobe too, pulled Colin close from behind.
"I feel like a prince, thanks to you, Reynard." Colin turned around, very close. Reynard kissed him - a kiss far from erotic, but it was the first time their lips met. Reynard cleared his throat, as if he was a bit embarrassed. "You are a prince - and just now my prince!" Nothing more was said.
"You like Lake Geneva, son? One of Europe's largest lakes. The colours are magnificent, with all the water coming from the glaciers." Reynard changed the subject.
"Aye, and the fountain down there!" Colin pointed. "It's a real cascade of water!"
"We'll have supper onboard a boat on the lake tonight, love. I'll show you to some friends, if you don't mind. I hope you will bring some of your sexy JustColin collection for a private show," Reynard said.
"I hoped you might want to show me off like this, sir!" Colin dropped the robe to the floor. He was suddenly fully naked on the balcony high above Europe's most international city and financial centre.
"Possibly, son, but serious business first. We will visit my bank in one hour. I have ordered a lunch after that." He looked at his watch. "In some minutes we will see a stylist and if you look in your wardrobe you will see four suits and shirts. I hope the size is correct. I think your upper body has grown a few centimetres in the last year!" Reynard used both hands to caress Colin's upper torso.
"I have never had suits like these, Reynard. You are really spoiling me, but I guess you want to present me as a gentleman in the bank, and not as a model and pornstar who looks younger than his real age!" Colin lifted one suit after the other and played with the soft material of the stylish outfits.
Reynard watched the naked boy with admiration and said nothing when Colin looked through the shirts and the formal shoes. "I guess you will use your own brand of underwear, love. I said no when the company wanted to send us both American and Australian briefs!"
"I guess I'm not going to undress in the bank!" Colin smiled. "But yes, I brought a selection of my JustColin stuff. A red silk thong maybe? What do you think?" Colin held up one of the smallest items of underwear ever.
"I prefer you just the way you are now, mon petit." Reynard looked at the round globes in front of him and licked his dry lips.
A knock on the door, and a man in black entered carrying a basket of equipment. The man, probably in his mid-thirties, didn't even look surprised at the sight of the nude youngster.
"My young partner needs some help with his hair. And please help him to choose a formal outfit. I will meet you in the lobby in half an hour, love. I just need to make some photocopies." Reynard picked up a small leather-bound folder and went for the door. When he passed Colin, he let one hand touch the naked buttocks. "You should never wear clothes!" he said and then winked at the waiting man.
The bathroom was like an upmarket salon with mirrors on all the walls. Colin was standing feeling a bit uncertain in front of the stylist. The man was extremely handsome, dark-haired and well-tanned. His hands worked Colin's hair and upper body like Pierre would have done at the mansion. The working hands were like the hands of a dancer.
"I agree!" the man whispered. "You should never wear clothes, sir!" He had in some seconds touched most of Colin's body. "We must style your hair, maybe cut it a little. Nothing else to adjust?" The man's hand followed Colin's smooth pubic bone up to his navel. "All gently done!" Colin looked into the mirror in front of him and watched how his cock grew. In seconds he sported a full erection and did nothing to hide it. He didn't even blush.
The very professional man adjusted Colin's hair and gave him some colour on the eyebrows before he applied moisturising cream on his face. Colin nodded when the man showed him a colourless glistening lipstick to complete the job. The man was standing in front of Colin with spread legs. His bulge was very visible inside the tight black trousers and when Colin left the chair he saw the man looking at his dripping pre-cum.
"You want me to take care of this, sir?" The man touched the wet cockhead with a searching finger. A light moan and a bow from the youngster was enough to bring the man down on the knees between Colin's legs. The suck job ended in a real mouthfuck. Colin was very excited. He placed his hands on the man's head and forced his mouth to stay open. Minutes afterwards white body milk hit the back of the man's throat. Even though it was just a few hours after his orgasm in the car, Colin filled the man's mouth with his young cock-spit.
Reynard had a huge smile when he welcomed Colin in the lobby. Colin had changed from a looking like a teenage student into a young businessman. In dark suit and formal shoes, he could be presented anywhere. "The stylist chose the light pink shirt instead of the white and said that young men often skipped ties these days. I hope you approve, boss!"
Colin let Reynard kiss him lightly in the French manner while he whispered, "I had approved even if you had come down dressed in your birthday suit, love!"
"Hope it's okay that we walk to the bank. It's just a couple of blocks away. My father's old bank, he was a board member for years. When he passed away, I inherited both his stocks and his position." Reynard stopped in front of a huge building.
"It's one of the smaller banks in Geneva, but most of the winery companies in my region use it. Important that you know this if you have to act on my behalf one day." Reynard sighed. "I hope you haven't changed your mind, son."
"No, sir!" Colin acted very formal. "Kasim told me that he had signed your Power of Attorney document and that both of you wanted me to co-sign. I'm very flattered, but I hope of course that you never will be in a situation where you need someone to act on your behalf, or take care of you, because you are mentally `out of order'."
"And Bill accepts that too?" Reynard placed a hand on Colin's shoulder when they were allowed into the building by the security staff. Reynard just showed his ID card.
"Bill agrees, and we have a similar written agreement too. But he wondered why we had to go to a bank to sign it. It could be done home in the village, couldn't it?" Colin looked around. Even dressed as he was, he felt outside his comfort zone.
"Just wait and watch, Colin. I have my reasons! Now let the guys take your photo and prepare a security card for you." Reynard still had a hand on Colin's shoulder when they entered the hall.
The formal signing was done and the pair were escorted by a high-heeled young lady to a lift for a lower floor. They were met by two men, both smiling and bowing. Both men were in their early sixties Colin thought, and both seemed to be looking at him in a searching manner.
"Please meet my young partner, Colin from Scotland!" Reynard opened his arms as he made the introductions. "And Colin, these have been my friends for many years, my business lawyer, Antoni Lucas, and my personal bank adviser, Richard Kems." Both men greeted Colin with firm handshakes.
"So this is the young man who has conquered your life, Reynard. I pretty well understand why! The picture you showed us last time wasÉhow to sayÉtaken when he was wearing much less!" Mr Lucas spoke French with an obvious Italian accent.
"You liked seeing me without clothes, sir?" Colin was very direct. He smiled when he saw the formal gentleman covering his mouth coughing, looking at his colleague.
"Well, I have to admit that we both hoped to see you in person one day," Mr Kems added. "But please sit down, gentlemen. I'll call for some drinks." He pushed a button on the table. "The very formal guys undressed me with their eyes!" Colin told Castro when he met him after lunch.
The small talk was easy and the sparkling wine was great. Reynard was listening without saying a word when he heard his protege in discussion with the Swiss pair about their official languages. "Your fourth language, Romansh, is of course of special interest for me because of the connection with the Celtic languages and, through that, Scottish Gaelic." The linguistic student ended his small lecture. He had, after only a few minutes, become much more at ease.
"I guess you gentlemen will be able to continue your academic discussion on the boat tonight. You will both be there, I understand. And I'm sure Colin will show you more of hisÉareas of interest!" Reynard grinned. "But back to business now!"
Mr Kems took the signal and pushed the button again. Seconds later the lady was back carrying a leather folder and, when she placed it on the table, Colin suddenly thought of Kenny. The lady's sensual high-heeled walk and the movement of her hips would have caused some dirty comments from his room-mate. As if he read Colin's mind, Reynard bent close to Colin and whispered, "A pity we didn't bring Kenny!"
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" Mr Lucas looked up from his papers.
"Rien! Please go on!" Reynard covered a huge smile with his hand. Colin was still thinking of Kenny. He was an unusual lad who fucked him for joy as often as possible but fancied the ladies, even those older than his own 21 years.
Colin looked at the two men. One very Italian looking, still with dark hair, a sensual mouth and slightly hairy hands. The other, grey-haired, sophisticated like Reynard, dry looking, but with warm blue eyes, quite different from his cold outer attitude. Colin tried to adjust his boner. He had already imagined both in bed. His gaydar had been working since his arrival, and he was quite sure of his conclusions. He even thought, or hoped, that the men struggled with hard-ons as well.
Reynard coughed lightly to have full attention. "As you know, I intend to make some changes regarding my stocks - well, my private stocks. You know, gentlemen, that I'm not into speculation, and I talk about the shares left to me by my late father. I am a simple photographer and a wine-farmer, that's all." Both the men smiled very politely at Reynard's words. "I wish to transfer to Colin here one third of my stocks, the same for Kasim, and the rest is my pension." He grinned as he looked around at the others.
"What's todays value regarding Colin's one third share?" Reynard asked.
Mr Kems lifted up a paper. "1.8 million US dollars, sir."
"And what was the income they produced last year?" Reynard continued.
"260,000 dollars!" The man didn't even blink. "Quite a good year, sir."
Colin swallowed. He had to think in pounds, but suddenly some light calculations were difficult.
"Should be more than enough to finance your new house, Colin, and to carry on with your academic studies!" Reynard held his hand out to Colin for a shake. Colin wasn't sure what the proper behaviour was in his current surroundings, but he hugged the man in a tight embrace.
"You have to sign here, both of you, and we will do the official translations during the day." Mr Lucas handed the papers to Colin.
"And you have done what I asked for?" Reynard asked.
"Yes, yes, these are the safe stocks, very low risk, and with future value," Mr Kems answered. "The potentially high-income stocks, but also the ones with high risk, are still in your name, sir." The man grinned.
"We will see you for dinner at seven then. Informal dressing is appropriate, and well...I think perhaps young Colin might provide someÉentertainment." Reynard winked. "Maybe you can ask the young lady to take us deeper down!" The four stood up and shook hands. Mr Kems pushed the button. Without a smile the lady entered through a red door.
"Is there aÉum, washroom around?" Colin asked. The excitement and the midday drinks had filled his bladder.
"Let meÉ" Both the men answered simultaneously.
"Let me show you, young man." Mr Lucas was the winner. He went in front of Colin along a narrow corridor and opened a door. Colin went directly to a urinal and opened his fly without shyness. He really was in need of relief. Surprising Colin, the man placed himself alongside Colin even though there were five other empty urinals. Colin was half-hard, but managed. Mr Lucas did nothing to hide the fact that he was watching Colin's piss action. He was hard himself and had problems.
"Slow down, sir! I know your problem." Colin looked at the man's cock - a real brown boner. "You want me to suck you, sir?" Colin whispered.
"Security cameras are all around, son. Wait until tonight, eh?" Mr Lucas put his erection away without pissing and waited for Colin to finish and wash his hands.
"The room was like a tomb!" Colin told Bill later that evening. "Made of stone with paintings of Swiss mountains on the walls."
Colin and Reynard had passed through three security checks already. Now Reynard placed his thumb on the screen in front of him and Colin had to do the same. "New card, please verify!" A metallic voice was heard. Reynard was irritated. "Damn security, they watch us everywhere!" he snarled.
"Let's just follow the instruction, sir." Colin put a hand on Reynard's arm to calm him. He had felt that the normally very calm man had been excited and rather silent all day.
After some touching by Colin and the use of cards, the green light told them that the last barrier was open. A metal arm lowered a box onto a table. Again Reynard used his security card and his thumb.
"Just like a spy movie!" Colin went on telling his Dad later on.
Reynard opened the box. The space was not overfilled.
"Some important papers!" Reynard pointed. "My will, my wine authorisation, and now the Power of Attorney." He placed the paper just signed by Colin inside a folder.
"My late mother's jewellery." He pointed and coughed. "And some cash if you really need it." Reynard looked at Colin. "Both in US dollars and Euros."
"But the most important thing, all my work!" He opened a small container with many hard-discs. "You know I'm old-fashioned. I don't trust the so-called clouds. Here's my life. And now I add a new disc." He opened the leather folder and found a security pin.
"Colin!" said the very simple label. "All your pictures, movies, shows, security stuff, all!" He cleared his throat again. "When I'm gone, delete or do whatever you want with it. It's your secret life with me, love - in a stupid bank safe in Switzerland. You think I'm paranoid? Guess I am, but now let's have lunch. Let's leave this grave chamber!"
Colin had been silent for a while and he was happy to be out in the sunshine. He was very pleased when Reynard put an arm around his shoulder and walked with him like a father and son couple through the streets to the summer pavilion restaurant that waited for them. The young man already missed his Bill.
"What's the matter with the boss?" Colin asked Castro when he was waiting to pick up Reynard outside the restaurant. Reynard had left for the toilet after lunch.
"It's always like this when he goes to the clinic," Castro answered. "He will be another man tomorrow! He hasn't told you?"
"No, he hasn't." In a way Colin felt a bit sorry for not asking Reynard directly.
With his normal spirited walk, Reynard was outside moments later. "Can you find your way to the hotel alone, son? Antori's - I mean Mr Lucas' - grandchild will meet you at the hotel at five. He will take you on a sightseeing trip if you want, and then drive you to the boat entrance. I'll see you at seven tonight, okay? Change into the white suit, love, and bring some of your sexy garments, please. You made them drip earlier! A good investment." Reynard gave Colin a light punch and hurried into the black car.
"Mr Lucas booked me for a blow-job only, and I'm staying with a man who can't get a boner, and both Kenny and Dad are in France." Colin almost hit a lamppost in frustration. "I need a fuck, I really do! Maybe Castro will be willing? But he's so damn huge, and I have to do the catwalk almost naked tomorrow!" Colin was about to pass his hotel when he `woke up' and entered.
The huge lobby was filled with arriving guests. He looked for the lift. Beside the entrance to the lift was a sign saying `hairdresser'. Colin went inside. The man from earlier was not present but a young lady greeted him politely.
"I'm looking for the male stylist who did my hair this morning." Colin felt stupid. He couldn't remember his name. "We have no male stylists here today. Perhaps you met Kevin, the pool-guy. He sometimes takes some styling jobs in busy periods. He's still working - in the massage centre." She smiled and pointed to another entrance.
Kevin was very pleased to see Colin. Now dressed in white singlet and tight white shorts, he looked like a Greek god in Colin's eyes. Too young for what he really wanted, but he remembered his very professional suck just some hours earlier. A look at the man's strong arms, the black curly body hair on his upper torso and the hairy legs, had his already half-stiff cock fighting for space inside his tight thong.
"What can I do for you, sir? I'm just about to go off duty, butÉ" Kevin was stopped by Colin.
"I did like your service - very nice to be dressed by you. I wonder if you would help me undress too!" Colin placed a hand on the man's lower arm.
"Would you like some massage perhaps, or a private jacuzzi, orÉ" Kevin looked at his watch. "You want me to follow you upstairs?"
"Yes, please!" Colin smiled. "And I want you to fuck me senseless until I spray you with my cum!" he thought.
Kevin found the coat hangers and started to undress the very passive looking Colin. He even helped him remove his shoes and socks, and soon Colin was naked but for his red thong with a very obvious damp spot on the front.
"You said you are off duty - may I call you Kevin?" Colin looked the man up and down. He couldn't see any obvious bulge, but his face showed some emotion.
"Yeah, I'm off duty, butÉ." He looked a bit uncertain. "Yes, Kevin is fine!"
"Then I can kiss you as a private person, Kevin. No problems with your employer then!" Colin went close up to the young man who was quite a bit taller than himself.
"He kissed me with passion, Dad, and he used his tongue in my mouth, just like he had done with my cock earlier," Colin told Bill an hour later.
"I want you to fuck me. You are damn hard now, aren't you?" Colin found the man's erection. Without hesitation, Kevin stripped off his singlet and then his shorts. Kevin had no underwear, just an inner brief that now followed the shorts down to his ankles. Two balls like whale nuts and a brown thick veiny cock with a pink cockhead showed after the stripping.
"A lefty, nice!" Colin whispered. In a hurry he knelt and took care of the upright hard-on. With the cock, probably 16-17 cm (6.5 inches), well inside his mouth, he used one hand to squeeze the balls and the other hand to comb the curly hair from the navel up to two very erect nipples.
"We can't use Reynard's bed!" Colin thought. He wasn't even sure if he would be invited to share the bed with his boss. Colin pushed Kevin down onto a luxurious looking daybed in front of the balcony.
"What ifÉ" Kevin looked around worried.
"I'm all alone, Kevin. Fuck me now, but first let me lick your hairy arse!" He made the man turn. With Kevin's knees on the floor, his legs spread and his butt in the air, Colin had full access to the man's entrance. Colin showed off his oral skills. He penetrated the arse with his tongue while wanking the thick knob. The man was moaning with lust and pleasure and Colin collected the dripping pre-cum from the wet cockhead.
"Do me now, prepare me for your baby-maker!" Colin changed position. He placed himself doggie on the floor. "You'll find lube in the bathroom, remember!" Colin looked at the man with the rock-hard erection.
"You want to cum?" Kevin asked. "You want my cum as well?"
Colin nodded twice. "Go on - do me good. Master me, please. Fuck me hard - hard, and spit on me, piss on me, drench me with your cream, and feed me if you feel for it. Go on, please, please! I'm all yours."
Kevin took hold of the ribbon of Colin's red thong and pulled it down. Fully naked, Colin invited the Swiss guy to his boy-cunt. The man used the half-wet underwear like a light whip. The sudden spank made Colin shiver and moan, but also make his cock stiffen even more. A long thread of slimy pre-cum dripped down to the deep carpet.
"You want more, slut?" Kevin shouted.
"Yes, yes, please sir!" Some more hits from the skimpy underwear and the tanned globes glistened with sweat. With both hands Kevin played with the hot globes before he knelt and let Colin take his tongue and his lips. After the tongue job, three long well-oiled fingers pushed into Colin's hole.
"Damn, I'm about to cum," Colin thought. "How, how to stop?" He tried to recall the lady from the bank and imagine her naked. It worked. But then he thought about Kenny fucking her from behind like a horse, and he was about to reach the edge again. Kevin suddenly squeezed his balls a bit too hard, as if he knew what was going on. Colin made it again without shooting. But then Kevin's hands found his nipples and Colin was soon edging again.
Now the lad went in charge. He turned Colin around and lifted his legs. The athlete showed his skills. He held his legs as if he was in a swing. "Fuck me now, fuck the shit out of me!" Colin cried while Kevin greased up his cock.
The cockhead was pretty big and Colin cried out when Kevin forced it inside. The real pain triggered him to ask for a fast fuck. "Go on, don't hesitate, just take me. As you said, I'm a slut, a damn horny slut. Make me cum now!"
Kevin bottomed in him very fast. "He was a better sucker than fucker," Colin told Bill. "I guess you would have taken his arse instead of his cock!"
Colin used his arse muscles and made the guy tremble. Then he moved from underneath to let the guy concentrate on his love-knot. Colin was hot now, very hot, and gave a final squeeze to the new cock that filled him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm cumming Kevin, please. I'm cumming!" Colin spunked off hands-free. His cock sprayed like always, and blast after blast of spunk hit the window behind the day-bed. Some hit his own body and some dripped down his smooth pubic bone and down to his balls. Kevin withdrew like a real professional and aimed for Colin's open mouth with his wanking cock. The shooting was really good. Most of it landed on Colin's face and upper body, but Colin also managed to take a lot of the salty juice into his mouth for a taste. Like a good slut, he fell down in front of Kevin and sucked the confused man dry.
"You really meant what you said about piss, sir?" the sweating Kevin almost whispered.
"Please, yes, but not here, eh?" Colin grinned. He let the man carry him to the bathroom.
"I need to style you again, sir!" Kevin played with Colin's wet hair. The two washed each other in the large shower.
Some fifteen minutes later Kevin, just in shorts, dressed Colin in a very elegant white suit. "I don't think you need a shirt, sir. With some sexy movements you can show off your naked nipples if you want. Cover them with this pink scarf - very sexy."
"Now, go for your date, sir. I will clean up the room and prepare everything, don't worry!" Kevin gave Colin a light kiss.
"Please double the fee, Kevin!" Colin whispered.
"On the house, sir. Please look for me on your next visit to Geneva!" Kevin turned for the bathroom.
With a bag filled with JustColin items Colin waited outside the hotel for Mr Lucas's grandchild. He smiled when a red open-topped sports car stopped. A young man with a speedway cap bid him welcome to a tour of Geneva.
"Hey sexy, jump inside!" the youngster shouted and handed Colin a cap similar to his own. "Better look after your curls! You are Colin, aren't you? Everybody just calls me Junior".
Colin was surprised. "You have heard about me?" He had to shout when the car accelerated. "Fancy car!"
"Not mine. I couldn't afford anything like this! The club's - I'm into rally driving. You met my grandpa?" The young man was talking fast in fluent English. "What do you want to see?"
"Your choice, Junior. This is my first visit." Colin smiled at the Italian-looking youngster. Pimples told Colin that the guy was probably younger than himself.
Now Junior pointed and talked." United Nation Europe over there, huge, behind the Red Cross museum - good for a visit." The car accelerated alongside Lake Geneva and then started on a wild climb upwards. With the noise there was no possibility to chat.
The car finished up on a small parking spot with a fantastic view of the city and the lake. Junior jumped from the car and headed to a viewpoint. Now he gave Colin his hand. "Nice to meet you. I've been curious! Thought you were taller. Just like me, eh? And small-cocked too, like me. No need for huge tools, what do you say?" He grinned.
"How do know?" Colin asked.
"I've seen most of your videos. Some are really tough. I would have died if I had been beaten like you! Exaggerated for effect, I guess." The youngster cupped his bulge.
"HowÉ?" Colin had suddenly no words.
"You know. Stupid old men. They believe they can hide stuff. You have never been into your dad's computer without permission?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Grandpa has all your stuff. He's a close friend of your boss, I know! You like big cocks, eh? And you shoot like crazy - cool, very cool!" He stopped for a while.
"You know about the boat for the evening cruise?" Colin asked. He suddenly had an idea.
"Yes, the skipper is a friend of the family. I've done some jobs onboard before. Why?" Junior squeezed his balls.
"I want you to come with me, and do a job for me. You know I'm modelling my own gear!" Colin put a hand on the lad's shoulder.
"Has your grandpa seen you naked lately?" Colin asked very direct now.
"Of course, I live with him. He's my friend too! But he doesn't fuck me, if that's what you think. He's no perv!" Junior put on a serious face.
"No, no. Sorry if I implied anything like that. I just want you to model some of my clothes and some of them will show you partly naked." Colin grinned.
"Cool! I will shock those stiff guys then. You will be modelling too, almost nude, I mean?" The lad grabbed Colin's erection.
"That's my plan!" Colin answered.
"We should undress now, so we will know each other better. Would love to suck you too. I know a place where it would be safe!" Junior took Colin's hand and almost pulled him through a woody hedge. Colin was not happy for messing up his white suit, but he was very curious, and already planning tonight's show. He followed the youngster who already had his small stiffy waiting.
To be continued.