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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 Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 55 (Milan - Cannes )
"Say hello to Colin, the guy you have been waiting for!" Ricardo placed Colin in front of him. Twenty-one youngsters from local sports teams gave a loud welcome in unison. "We are a bit late with the preparations. The other companies have worked here all day. I see you have got your numbers. Please keep them on your right upper arm."
Colin looked around. Nice guys, all clearly Italian, all dressed in white tank tops and black football shorts, a bit too baggy for Colin's taste.
"Okay guys, all of you, undress, and hurry!" Ricardo gave his command. The boys started a very slow strip. Nobody dropped their shorts.
"Come on, be professional. I want you all naked in fifteen seconds." Ricardo gave a wave to Sergio who arrived with a lot of photo equipment.
"You too, Colin! Strip off! The lads must be used to your nudity, and you must be a part of the group." The man was very determined. "And don't any of you think you are getting into porn or something. This is preparation for the show tomorrow." Ricardo gesticulated and pointed out where to place Sergio.
"When you walk into that scene tomorrow three thousand pairs of eyes will follow you. Do you think they are here for the swimwear? Well, sorry Colin, some are, but most of the viewers are here to see you, young flesh, young beauties, hot teens. Yes, yes, I know you all are eighteen or nineteen, but you are chosen because you look young and JustColin is a teen product." Ricardo held a small piece of paper, nothing else.
"When you go on stage tomorrow, sell yourself. Be proud, be real models! And a real model must be happy naked. He sells himself and what he's wearing." Ricardo looked at Colin who felt a bit uncomfortable with all these nude youngsters. "You know, Colin, a lot of the audience tomorrow would like to see you without swimwear. That's reality, but it's the swimwear that makes money for your company, and we are all here to sell!"
"Back to you, guys. We make a small rehearsal only. You do the catwalk in the nude now. Don't worry. No-one else is allowed inside the hall, and there are no cameras today. Feel free, but don't think of the girlfriends who sit there wetting their knickers. If you get an erection tomorrow, just pretend you are huge and don't try to hide it. It will really grab the audience's attention. Please start - numero uno!" Ricardo gave a loud hand clap.
"You like them, Colin? You think we made done a good choice?" Ricardo put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "Sorry for stripping you in front of them. You find a JustColin bathrobe in your private dressing room if you want it."
"I'm very comfortable like this!" Colin placed his hands behind his back. "I will walk as number 22. I need to have the feeling too!" Colin entered the catwalk. He had asked for some stairs so he could really make a hot entrance.
"Why is Sergio filming? I think the boys are worried. I heard some questions." Colin was back from his walk.
Ricardo took the signal immediately. "Listen to me, guys. Sergio here is filming - but not a dick is shown on those tapes, and no faces either. Some of you will remember the last show. The huge back-screen showed different beaches around Europe. This time the back-screen will show you - no, not each of you individually but the part everyone is looking at - your young butts. It will be shown in black and white, and it will be very hot, very artistic. We have most of the material, but need a final shot." Ricardo found a note in his pocket.
"Numero uno, tre, otto, quindici, diciannove, per favore, vieni!" Ricardo lined up the five guys. Colin looked at them, same height, all slim, but regarding dicks they went from next to Colin-size to a real adult tool. "You look like you have a question, Colin? Turn around guys and walk down the catwalk hand in hand. You ready to shoot, Sergio?" Ricardo talked with his hands and arms.
Colin watched five butts almost like his own, globes to fill any item of swimwear, but now meant to be a naked vision on the back-screen. "You have made good choices, Ricardo. You don't need me here at all!" Colin grinned. He cupped his own trademark butt with open hands.
"Now it's your turn, Colin. The only difference is that we will show your full rear body only covered by the JustColin logo. You ready, bambino? Just a natural walk, no artistic play. We try one shoot only. Sergio. We have a good one from last year too. Please go on, love!" Ricardo used his hand down Colin's spine. That made the set-up almost electric. Colin looked to the side and saw a youngster fighting with an erection. "Think of some ugly girls," Colin said to himself and started his long nude walk. He felt that his dick was about to betray him, and when he was back among the 21 youngsters he showed off a real boner.
"Sorry, lads. You were just too hot. See you tomorrow. We will do fine!" Colin shouted, but did not cover up.
"Okay guys, get dressed and have a hot evening. Some girlfriends are waiting for you outside, I believe." Ricardo relaxed. Colin was still naked. "What made you sport this beauty?" The man cupped Colin's erection.
"I suddenly remembered that you promised me a fuck after the show tomorrow, or did you mean tonight?" Colin grinned.
"Not tonight, love. I want you tight as hell tomorrow, I have a plan for your final entrance. You are to be presented as the co-director of the company, I understand!" Colin blushed and went off to his private lounge. He had to call his dad.
"I'm fine Daddy, but I'm a bit overwhelmed. The business is running fast, and you are not here!" Colin was talking on Skype to Bill who was back on Ryan's estate.
"No, Reynard is great. Castro told you about last night and my job with the syringe? And all that damn money, I have enough to buy Anton's house without a bank loan now!"
"No, no, I'm not living like a monk, I'm being taken care of! What about you? Had Kenny in bed yet?"
"Why are you blushing, Daddy? He took you doggie, didn't he? My roommate and my `father', cool!"
"Why is he in the village? With Pierre? Pierre isn't looking for girls, is he all of a sudden?"
"You say that Kenny is sharing a bed with Pierre. Gosh, you make me jealous, Daddy. I need to come back to you soon."
"No luck with girls? Tell Kenny to behave, from me, and tell him to be kind to poor Pierre. He has suffered enough."
"Okay, okay, Daddy. I understand, the hot show is running without me."
"No, no, I'm not pouting. I'm just look forward to a night alone."
"Yes, yes. Happy to hear your voice and see your face. You want to see me naked?"
"Okay, that could be arranged. You undress too. I want to see the best tool in the world!"
Sergio, Ricardo and Colin were resting in Colin's lounge. The applause had been tremendous and the press that normally left when the bigger guns finished, had stayed until the very end. And when Colin was helped off with the robe by Ricardo and Reynard both dressed in white, he was naked except from the smallest item in the JustColin collection. The 3,000 in the audience had given them a standing applause.
"You were about to grow out there!" Ricardo said. "And I saw the wet spot! I wonder if any of the colour magazines will focus on just that point?"
"I couldn't give a damn, honestly. They asked for nudity, and they got it. Now I'm really hungry. I could eat a horse." Colin placed his hands on his stomach. "Where will we have dinner tonight, and which of you offers me a fuck?" Colin acted like a slut, and felt like one.
"We have some snacks just outside, and some champagne! I have organised a trip out of the city to a small town up in the mountains for dinner, Bergamo!" Sergio did not comment on the fuck.
"Oh, great, the town with the funicular. I love funiculars! I wanked my piss-brother inside a funicular in Bergen once. I was very young then!" Colin grinned. He was still young.
Castro tested the speed limits on the highway between the outskirts of Milan and the mountain town of Bergamo. Colin was giggling in the back of the car between Sergio and Ricardo. He shouldn't have taken the third glass of champagne. He knew that he could be acting like his `princess' friend Roland at the university when he had too much sparkling wine.
"Where did you find that cute fucker?" Colin asked after he had opened the window between the back and the front seats. A young man had his head down in Castro's nap. The moaning from the driver told Colin that the youngster wasn't just resting. His mouth was very active, teasing the top of Castro's monster cock.
"I was lucky." Castro smiled back. "Not only did Reynard give me a super ticket for your show, but he also let me meet Eduardo, the junior coach for the guys that modelled with you today." Again Castro moaned. "He's a damn good cocksucker, and he wanted to do something special this evening. Mr Reynard has asked us to join him later on, maybe he wants to..."
Colin closed the window. "I know what Mr Reynard wants!" he said. "He needs another youngster to watch when I'm not around."
"Forget about bosses now, guys. Let's have fun, eh? Why bring me all this way for some food?" Colin did not wait for an answer. He found Ricardo's mouth and kissed him wild and wet. The Italian designer and artist met Colin with an open mouth and a playing tongue. Without shyness, Colin switched from Ricardo to Sergio and gave the Milan photographer the same treatment.
Colin played. He loved to have a free night. He loved the response from the public and from Reynard, and he loved to be seated between two hot hunks. Another round of heavy kissing and Colin pulled the two guys closer. With his right hand he opened Sergio's trousers and pulled out his brown and veiny cock. With his left hand, and with some help from the man himself, he found Ricardo's thinner beauty. With his own legs spread, and with his eyes closed, he felt the spunk leaving his balls ready for some wet action.
"Stop it, guys. We are in Bergamo, aren't we?" Colin managed to stop before another wet orgasm. "Too childish to wet your pants during the foreplay," he thought.
"What did you say, Bambino?" Ricardo tried to put his own erection back into his new JustColin underwear.
"I just said that I need to piss soon," Colin replied. "Are we far from the restaurant?"
Castro stopped the car two blocks from the funicular that connected old Bergamo with the new town. Colin giggled again and forgot about his pissing needs for a while. The three from the back hurried out of the car. "We have a reservation in one of the oldest town wall restaurants," Sergio said. "I'll buy tickets for the funicular."
"Don't let this man kill your ass, amigo!" Colin said when he put his head inside the car. "He has Argentina's biggest cock, and one of the best!" Colin grinned. He wasn't quite sure that young Eduardo understood. "Here's my key. Use my room. Reynard would be happy. Look for the partly open door. And don't soak my sheets. We leave for Nice tomorrow remember - a long ride - just the two of us. I love to suck the driver too, you know!" Colin gave Castro a quick kiss.
"Hurry up, Colin. Let's go in the front." Sergio and Ricardo were waiting by the old-fashioned funicular. The three were alone when a huge group of shouting American youngsters arrived behind them.
"What did you say about your so-called piss-brother and Bergen?" Sergio asked. The railcar started with a jerk. Both men had an arm around Colin's shoulders.
"I wanked him to the mountain top!" Colin said. He managed to find the two cocks from the car, still almost erect, and went on jerking. The group of students behind them shouted like crazy and made very obscene movements with their hands.
The restaurant was in something that resembled a basement, and Sergio and Ricardo were greeted by a group of men, some well-dressed, some dressed more casually. "I bring you our star!" Ricardo lifted the glass he was given. Another glass was handed to Colin and soon another round of champagne made his head and body shiver.
"We'll bring him to heaven tonight!" Sergio shouted too, and the men laughed and cheered. "But first we need food, a lot of food, Colin has only had boy-cream and champagne since the show."
"A damn good combination!" A man made room for Colin at the table.
"How many of the lads gave you their loads inside that toilet?" Ricardo whispered.
"Six or seven, no room for more!" Colin whispered too. "What's this talk about heaven?" Colin went on.
"Kids ask too much!" Ricardo said. "Eat now. Plenty of antipasti. The olives are good for your erection, and the pickled garlic makes your spunk smell like hell!" He asked for another glass.
"Eat now, Colin. Here comes the pasta, the best in town!" Two waiters placed bowls of spaghetti and two different tomato sauces on the table. "Try the darker one - blow you out like the strongest drug. Be careful, kid!"
Colin was happy for the food, and the red wine that accompanied it, and when the local sausages and the meatballs arrived with potatoes and onions he wasn't sure he could take more.
"You must leave room for the panna cotta, Baby. Eating this dessert is like sucking a bride's tits or even better a real bottom guy's boy-cunt." Ricardo handed Colin a glass bowl of white dessert with raspberry topping.
Colin placed his hands on his full stomach and lay down on the bench like an old Roman. "That was heavenly!" he proclaimed. The boy had tasted all the food that was served, but reduced the intake of wine. He knew pretty well his dad's advice about retaining control. In a way he understood that this meal was just a foreplay.
The group left the restaurant with a lot of laughter, and gave seats to people queuing outside. They hurried up the stone road to the old church on the top where taxis waited for them. Soon they left the town and entered a really dark landscape. They went through one village, and then another. The cars turned on to a narrow road underneath dark trees, and suddenly a castle-like mansion, lit by torches, was seen. Colin followed Sergio and Ricardo up the entrance stairs. They were greeted and shown into the next room. Colin looked around and saw a rather ordinary bar with dimmed lights, some gaming tables, and even some one-armed bandits. The men present looked at the arrivals, and Colin felt that all eyes in the room followed him.
Now the group stopped in front of a set of stairs covered in red carpet and partly closed off by deep red velvet curtains. Two shirtless men with bow-ties and tight black trousers welcomed them.
"Heaven?" One man asked. His upper body was like a body-builder's.
"Si!" Sergio answered. He sounded a bit irritated.
"And theÉboy?" the other man asked.
"He's my special guest tonight!" Ricardo answered, also a bit irritated. "You want him to suck your balls dry perhaps. He's good!"
Colin saw the man blush. With welcoming hands, the two men pulled aside the velvet curtains and invited them to pass.
"So this is heaven?" Colin asked. He looked around. Small cubicles where well-dressed men were served by waiters in costumes like the two guarding the front. The exception was that the long trousers had been replaced by very tight shorts. Now doubt some were well hung. "Real stuff or fake bulges?" Colin whispered.
"Don't bother to ask, as they are not for sale!" Ricardo said. "Scenery only. The `snacks' for the visitors are inside the cages." Colin hadn't seen the golden cages placed in every corner of the room. He saw two white youngsters and a black one. The three seemed to be almost naked. The fourth cage was empty.
"And they are for sale!" Ricardo continued.
"You're kidding, man? In Italy." Colin was shocked.
"Cool down, bambino. Sold for the night only. The guys apply for entry to the cages. Some have applied many times before being accepted." Ricardo led Colin and the group to two linked cubicles in the very front of the room. A piano player was entertaining the crowd from a small stage. In front of the stage was a small catwalk.
"You have brought the fourth object, Signore Ricci?" A well-dressed, grey-haired man put a hand on Ricardo's arm.
"We'll see, sir. We'll see. Bring us drinks now, please, and the usual for the young man," Ricardo answered.
"They think I'm stupid. This is arranged, I know," Colin thought. "But I will play their games."
"Would you like to be caged and sold, after a rather intimate inspection and presentation? Maybe a bit humiliating, you know?" Ricardo looked at Sergio instead of Colin and didn't see that Colin swapped the drink he was offered for plain water. With a wide smile, he lifted his glass and emptied it.
"Of course, I would like to entertain this great audience," Colin answered with a smile. "Two conditions, and no alternatives, okay?"
"One of you has to buy me, and both of you have to fuck me in public afterwards!" Colin looked from one hunk to the other. The two were staring at each other now, and neither would back down.
"Okay, we have the fourth slave for tonight!" Senore Ricci bowed to the grey-haired gentleman who immediately clapped his hands. Two of the half-naked servants hurried over Colin and took him to the fourth cage.
"Undress, slave!" The one guy said, rather joyfully. Colin stripped, but stopped before the last piece - his red JustColin thong. "I'll keep this on!" The men were probably not used to opposition from a slave, but said nothing. One guy trembled when he put a dog collar on Colin.
"Nice bulge, amico." Colin squeezed one lad's bulge. "Real stuff, eh?"
The guy was about to give Colin a spank, but the old boss coughed and opened the cage door. "Be a good boy, a hot slave, and you will earn a high price!" he said almost to himself.
The next forty-five minutes were boring for Colin. He thought the show was very amateurish and the bidding was rather slow. The slaves were inspected both mentally and physically, but as far as Colin could see they didn't even manage to keep their erection. And after the sale was completed, their new masters just took them out of sight.
When the third sale finished, Colin hoped for fast action and he gave a signal by shaking the bars.
"Thought you were asleep!" Ricardo was outside the cage. "You have seen the tough action then, you may withdraw if youÉ"
"Go on, man. Play your role. Don't be a pussy, and no light actions. Give them all, and no more of the stupid drink. You think I need drugs to take some public pain. Haven't you seen my shows, man?" Colin was irritated. "But don't forget the deal. Give me both your great cocks on stage in hot sexy action!"
Ricardo was uncertain. He had never met this version of Colin. "Any rules then, love?" He opened the door.
"No blood!" Colin said. "You know I have to show a clean boyish body in Cannes in a few days, and no tough breath-play or I'll kick your balls back to puberty!" Colin grinned now.
Ricardo dragged Colin to the stage and lifted him rather brutally into full view. "Don't even think this kid is an easy target!" Ricardo shouted. "He's been brought to us from the moors of Scotland. He has lived among wolves and wild dogs, fucked by more creatures than men, but he will do you everything and more if you manage to tame him. A good slave, but at a high price, gentlemen!"
"You chat like an old witch, man!" Colin sneered. The result was a spank with an open hand - hard enough to send Colin down on all fours. Seconds later Richard reached for a whip and hit the boy on his globes and upper legs. "I'll give you witch, boy!" He lifted Colin by his curly hair until his feet hardly touched the floor. Another set of strokes hit the sweating body. "You will obey, slave? Obey?" Ricardo lifted his arm with the whip ready for a hard one.
"Aye, sir. I will, sir. May I suck you, sir?" Colin was suddenly the perfect slave with his head bowed.
"Keep your dirty wishes until we find you a new master!" Ricardo smiled when he saw Colin's erection and the wet spot in this thong. "Take off those knickers and show the men here that you are dripping like a well-used whore!" Without hesitation Colin stripped off his tiny underwear and displayed a heavy erection in full freedom.
"He has no use for this tiny tool!" Ricardo proclaimed "But he will give you milk for your coffee whenever you feel for it, and gentlemen, watch this!" He turned Colin around.
"Spread your legs, slave!" Ricardo used his feet to open Colin's legs. "Bow now!" He forced Colin down again and Colin opened his arse without more command. He had seen how the other slaves had been dry-fucked on stage with fingers and dildos. Now he licked his own fingers and pushed three into his arse without permission. The result was a new stroke with an open hand. But Ricardo had taken the signal. He spat on the tunnel opening and even licked the leather handle with his own mouth before he forced it deep inside.
"Tight like a virgin!" Ricardo shouted when Colin screamed, "but he can take your weapon, guys. Open your purses now. He's for sale, but not for small change!"
The bidding round was an enthusiastic event. Colin tried to follow, but in vain. "3,000 Ð 4,000 Ð 6,000!" He tried to understand the game and he tried some calculations. "30,000!" Two gentlemen were left, and one was Sergio. It was later that night Colin learned that the amount was in local tokens, giving access to the most exclusive real play boards in the casino.
Moans and gasps of open misbelief were heard from among the audience when Sergio got the contract. He was the new owner of the slave presented by a friend.
"Cheat!" one man shouted. Colin did not like the situation, but again he made the correct next move. Down on his knees and with a very clear voice, he reached his hands out to his new owner. "Please, sir. Let me give my old boss a last reward - a Scottish custom," he said. Without waiting for a reply, he turned to Ricardo and unfastened the man's Arab-like trousers and dragged down his tight briefs. The close to forty-year old Italian presented an upright cock ready to be sucked and Colin did not need an invitation. The sucking and licking job from the slave soon resulted in a real, and a slightly too tough, throat-fuck from the very aroused man.
The grey-haired casino boss tried to intervene, but was almost pushed aside by the audience who wanted to see more.
Tear-filled and coughing with slime dripping from his mouth, Colin turned to his new boss. "Please!" was all he managed to say until his mouth was filled by Sergio who only had opened his jeans at the front. The boyish Milan photographer continued Ricardo's previous action and fucked Colin's mouth with his huge brown weapon. Again Colin tried to get away from the tough treatment, but instead he was met by Ricardo who penetrated him from behind in one single thrust. Colin was happy for his thinner cock, and hoped he wouldn't cum before Sergio was to fuck him.
Colin understood the show would be a fast one. Ricardo was not a stayer, but a great shooter. Now he fucked the slave like a rabbit, fast, deep, and hard. But the stage manager was a showman. Again he pushed Colin in front of him, gave his own cock some wanks and shot a series of splashing man-milk all over Colin's face and upper body. The boy did not close his mouth and used his tongue to lick what he could of the dripping seed.
"Your mine, damn, you're my slave!" Sergio shouted. He was almost undressed now and his 20 cm (8 inch) brown weapon dripped with spit and lust. Now he collected his partner's spunk from the boy's body and used it to lubricate the already swollen cunt.
"Take care of your new master!" he yelled and mounted Colin in one long deep stroke. The pain was heavy and Colin was not really prepared. He whined but he managed to find a better position and his cock was dripping hard.
Sergio lifted Colin and fucked him standing from behind. Colin was able to find his own cock. A hot wank was his last entertainment weapon just now. The previous complaint from the audience was changed to cheering when Colin screamed his "I'm cumming" and let his boy-milk hit the well-dressed men in the nearest row.
"Take this, slut! Eat me, eat me!" Again Sergio had Colin on his knees and again the young man was drenched in man-milk. This time white and slimy jizz filled his mouth, eyes and dark hair.
The new business manager did not forget his own business though. Still on his knees with his face covered in man-milk, Colin found his red JustColin thong on the floor and used it to clean his face. Then he dried his own cock and even his arse with the silky item. Colin went from the slave role to the showman role when he now lifted the dripping underwear.
"You see the most bought young men's underwear in Europe just now. Impressive, Italian product, the best. May I hear some bidding for this sexy item?" Colin was suddenly the boss.
A lot of voices were heard, but Colin stopped it with his hands. "I hope the stylish gentleman who almost had a night with me will accept this as a small gift. Please, signore!" Colin pointed at a bear of a man that had followed the fucking event with great intensity. Now the man came forward and accepted the wet underwear, put it in front of his nose and grinned.
"Was the evening's event crazy enough for you, Bambino?" Sergio asked. They were returning to downtown Bergamo in the old funicular an hour after midnight. "Not easy to top your earlier visits, you know!"
"Great show, but remember some lube next time. I have been thinking, by the way, maybe I should add a special JustColin lube to my new assortment, a new hot teen-cream for guys. What do you think, Sergio?" Colin got no answer - his two Italian companions were still a bit exhausted after the evening's events.
"Why wouldn't Reynard drive with us down to Cannes?" Colin asked. Castro was testing the Italian roads south west of Milan.
"I guess he wanted to do some final checks on the company. He never really trusts the Italians you know, and they never really trust him. My guess is that he is having some business meetings." Castro accelerated in the fastest line.
"Who will meet us in France?" Colin yawned. The last night in Italy had been a hard one.
"I have an address in Antibes," Castro answered. "We'll be met by a yacht in the harbour that will take you to Cannes. Reynard thought you needed a day off duty now."
"And you my friend, you need some treatment?" Colin put a hand on Castro's bulge. "Or have the Italian youngsters dried you out?"
Castro answered by spreading his legs and letting Colin unzip him. They had a four hour fast drive to the French Riviera ahead. Castro lifted his hips.
"Back in France!" Castro shouted. Colin had been more or less asleep for the last hour. A mouth-fuck in the heavy traffic and a great hand-job from the Argentinian had made the long journey less boring.
"How far to Antibes?" Colin yawned and scratched his newly-shaved pubic area.
"I chose the highway. It's faster, but not as spectacular as the coastal road," Castro answered. "Ninety minutes google says." The man smiled with his white smile. "We need to look for `Andrea'. He moved into the fastest line.
"Andrea, who?" Colin yawned again.
"One of the smaller yachts in the harbour, and the crew will take us to all the small coves around rather than going directly to Cannes. Reynard wanted to give us one day at sea before the next job." Castro loved the sound from the fast car and passed an open sports car with number plates from Monaco.
Colin grinned. "You know JustColin has a Swedish competitor named after a former tennis player who lives in Monaco? The number one brand in Scandinavia, but just wait until I've been there!"
"How can you sell underwear, Chico? You are more or less always naked!" Castro looked at Colin who had undressed completely just after the departure from Milan, but had recently put on a pair of baggy shorts he found in the back of the car when they stopped for some refreshments.
"I'm too sexy for my shirtÉToo sexy for my shirtÉso sexy it hurts!" Colin had danced his way to the bar as he sang the party hit from years back. More than one of the older guys around stopped and smiled. Colin always collected an audience.
Just an hour later Castro turned off from the highway. He had passed Nice and headed for the harbour in Antibes, one of the famous ports on the French Riviera. "Next to the old town gate, I was told." Castro slowed down. On the left was the old fortress and to the right was Antibes' Old Town. The yachts were moored side by side with flags and names on display.
"You said one of the smaller onesÉ these are all huge!" Colin commented.
"Well, look at the ones out there!" Castro pointed and shouted, excited like a youngster. "They are even bigger. Don't you like big equipment, Colin? Thought you did." He stopped the car in front of the gate.
"Just wait here, Castro. I'll find our yacht." Colin barefoot and shirtless with shorts that were almost falling off him, hurried along the harbour.
"Andrea" of Nassau" with a flag he didn't recognise. The yacht was well lit, the gangway was down, and some hot music could be heard. Colin didn't think about his outfit. He just went onboard. He was stopped by a huge security bear. "What the hell are you doing here, kid!" he shouted in a very broad English.
"I'm Colin. I'm your guest!" Colin didn't hesitate. He held his hand out to the man.
"Get off this boat, idiot, or I'll kick your ass!" the man went on. Colin didn't like the bully's style, but at the same he admired the hairy man's selfishness.
Another man was seen on the top deck. He was dressed in white shorts and a white t-shirt. He looked like a well-tanned model.
"Good evening, sir. Will you please ask your friend here to be a bit more polite! I assume Mr Reynard advised you of my arrival." Colin tried to hold the baggy shorts with one hand and used the other to greet the man coming down from above. In a way Colin found the situation rather amusing.
"So you are the famous Colin. Not the sexiest outfit you have could have chosen tonight!" The man, probably in his early forties, met Colin with a handshake. "I'm Simon Senior," he said. "A good friend and companion of Monsieur Reynard. He just emailed me. He will be in Nice tomorrow, I understand!"
"That's right. I have my car just over there!" Colin pointed and forgot to hold the shorts up. The result was that the baggy shorts ended up on the deck around his ankles. No underwear and Colin had all of a sudden stripped in front of the two men. He was completely naked in front of two strangers.
Simon was one huge smile. "I can understand why the public all over Europe fancy your body, young man! You better find him a robe, Jack, before people gather for a private show here."
Colin looked round and tried to cover up. A group of people had already gathered by the yacht. The huge black car wasn't far away and Castro waved to Colin.
Colin and Castro, both more properly dressed now, were served champagne on the front deck. Simon Senior, himself, was their only company, while a small crew was responsible for their welfare. The visitors had received their guest cabins and had even taken a quick shower.
"We'll serve you the best seafood from the area, and since you are not too familiar with these coasts, we will take you on a small evening cruise. Please be seated." The man saw that Castro hesitated. "Don't worry about the car, Castro. Jack will park it safely for you and he will also pick up Mr Reynard at the airport tomorrow. I understand you two will have the morning off for some swimming and tanning."
The yacht left the harbour and Simon pointed out the directions. "You have Nice over there and you have now an excellent view of the Old Town, the Picasso museum, and the road along the old ramparts. We'll pass neighbouring Juan-les-Pins, and then head towards Cannes and the nearby Lerins Islands soon. More champagne, gentlemen? The food will be served very soon." Simon gave a signal and two young men entered shortly afterwards with a huge selection for the evening meal.
Two hours later and the yacht headed into a silent bay outside the red mountains of L'Esterel. "The weather is perfect so we will anchor the yacht here for the night. The front deck is all yours, gentlemen. My staff and myself will see you in the morning. Feel free to go and swimming from the lower deck whenever you wish."
"Thank you, sir. You're the best host ever." Colin placed, as if by accident, a hand on Simon's bare knee. "It's always been a dream of mine to swim in the evening light. My dear Castro, born and raised on the pampas, is not into swimming so maybe you would join me, sir. I assume swimming alone at night isn't wise." The hand was still on the man's knee and Simon did nothing to remove it.
"Let's meet on the lower deck in some minutes. I'll tell my men to pull down the diving board." Simon was one huge smile.
Colin, dressed in a white bathrobe, hugged Castro goodnight. "I saw you wink at the youngest waiter. Go for an evening drink now!" Colin almost pushed the huge South American out of the cabin. "I'll check out this Simon, okay?"
"Be careful, Colin. Could be sharks out there." Castro sounded serious.
"I'm too small Castro, just a mouthful!" Colin wasn't sure if Castro enjoyed the joke.
Simon Senior, also dressed in a white robe, waited on the lower deck. Without hesitation, Colin stripped off his robe. He was completely naked and stood in front of the French man without shyness. The man opened his robe to show that he sported tiny white swimbriefs.
"Sorry that I thoughtÉ" Colin suddenly didn't know what to say. He went up to the man and placed his hands on the man's hips. The man, about 15 cm (6 inches) taller than him, was shining in the lights from the lanterns. His upper body was smooth, no body hair, and there was no trail down from his navel. The man, probably in his forties, was still athletic. Colin put fingers in the waistband of the swimsuit and was about to undress him. The hot situation made Colin's dick rise. The small erection and the hard balls threw shadows on the white walls.
"You think Mr Reynard would approve?" the man suddenly whispered in a hoarse voice. Colin watched how the man's bulge grew.
"What the fuck!" Colin was suddenly sorry for his bad language. "Mr Reynard is not my Daddy. I'm my own boss, sir. We swim first and make love afterwards or the opposite?" Colin grinned and pulled down the man's bikini. The cock was a beauty, half-hard, quite big balls, and just a small strip of black pubic hair.
"May I suck you, sir? I am very curious about this beauty!" Colin pulled the man's foreskin back and sniffed the plum-like cockhead. The man's cock lifted without being touched.
"Go on, son. All Mr Reynard has told me seems so be correct!" Simon placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and pushed him down on his knees. Without hesitation Colin took the dark brown cock into his mouth. The 18 cm (7 inch) beauty fitted him perfectly. He licked the cockhead, and he licked the shaft from one end to the other.
"Let me now, son!" Simon lifted Colin and placed him with his legs spread on a pile of lifesaving equipment. Without hesitation, the man almost swallowed both the cock and the balls while he fingered the entrance to Colin's back door. The situation was so hot that Colin started to tremble. This man was doing a great job on him. But he was not ready to cum, and he really wanted that evening swim.
"We do some swimming now, sir?" Colin let his body touch the deck. "Castro warned of sharks, but?" The youngster walked onto the diving board and made a very professional dive into the Mediterranean Sea.
From the porthole in the guest cabin Castro watched Simon follow Colin in another excellent dive. One set of hands played with Castro's nipples, while another set of hands gave him the hottest ball-massage he could dream of. Just now he was happy for not being a swimmer.
"I have heard a lot about you, but nobody has told me what a great swimmer you are." Colin and Simon hung side by side on the entrance ladder.
"To swim naked in the sea like this is almost like a full body massage!" Colin's body touched the man's. "It's like being fucked by the elements - a sort of complete freedom." Simon used a strong arm to lift Colin up in front of him on the ladder. When the boy spread his legs to climb, Simon had full view of Colin's lower body. He was still fully erect after the swim and the marks after the whip the day before were less visible.
Simon placed Colin inside a huge towel and without asking he started to dry him. He worked every part of his body and he was very pleased when Colin spread his legs and gave him full access to his arse crack and to his hard balls. When he pulled Colin's foreskin back and used the towel on the cockhead the boy could hardly stand.
"Please fuck me, sir, please!" Colin suddenly whispered. "I need a real man-cock inside my pussy, and I can feel you are ready sir." Colin cupped the man's very obvious erection.
Simon swallowed. "But I thought Castro wasÉ" He stopped himself.
"Aye, Castro is a great lover, a fucking good one, but not tonight, not the day before a show where I have to show my naked bum. I wish you could cream up my sore butt too, sir. I have some specialÉ" Colin's mouth was met by a hard and wet kiss.
"Let's use the boss's cabin then. Since Reynard is not here and you represent him, isn't it so?" Simon grinned.
"Reynard owns this yacht?" Colin asked. There was a lot he didn't know regarding his mentor's business.
"Owned by a consortium based in the Bahamas!" Simon carried Colin in his strong arms and placed him on the huge double bed. "Forget about business now, boy. Just think of me as your lover for tonight - a lover who will please every part of you!" Simon threw the towels away. Mirrors on all the free walls and in the ceiling showed every part of the two naked bodies. Colin's dark hair was still partly wet, but he let his body dive into the soft bed material.
"Too girly for me!" Colin pulled aside the pink and baby blue covers. "I want you to fuck me hard, Simon. Fuck me damn hard, please. Make me cum, and go on fucking me, even if I struggle, and make me cum again. But let me prepare you first and please turn off the security cams." The young body invited the taller man to the love-bed. With both hands, Colin grabbed the dark veiny cock and worked it to full erection in seconds. With an open mouth and almost wild eyes, he swallowed the cock and managed to take it all the way without coughing.
"Good boy, good boy!" Simon was far away. He was happy for the treatment, but also a bit horrified by the youngster's intensity. The situation, the complete nudity and the sensual set-up made Colin lose some of his normal control.
Simon found a tube of lubricating jelly. "You have been in here before," Colin thought. Simon handed the tube to Colin who immediately started to grease up the weapon.
"Let me, let me!" Simon turned Colin around. "I don't want to hurt you. Take it easy, man. I'll fuck the brains out of you, but let me open you first. I'm not as small as you imagine. Compared to Castro I'm a teen but I know how to handle a tight boy-cunt!"
Colin went down on all fours, spread and lifted his butt, and placed his head down on a pillow. He was ready - he was dripping ready. A long thread of clear slime dripped from his erection down onto the silky cover.
Simon spat into the partly open cunt. Then he started to lick and suck. The salt from the sea and the young odour was heavenly. Soon an experienced tongue played inside the tight cunt.
"You like my pussy, or are you just pleasing me?" Colin grunted.
"You have a pussy like a young teen and you behave like a slut!" Simon grinned. "And I love both sides of you." He greased up three fingers and pushed them inside Colin without warning. A howl from the boy was followed by a "Yes, yes, yes!" Simon found the prostate and gave Colin a massage until the pre-cum dripped like spunk.
"Please sir, fuck me now. I want all of you inside me, please. And let me give you some pleasure back, just ride me, hurt me if you like but make me cum!"
Colin felt the pressure from Simon's rock-hard cock. He teased him first, then he opened and pushed backwards. The situation was crazy when Simon almost without knowing bottomed his 18 centimetres (7 inches) in one single thrust. And he did not wait - he did it again, and again without stopping, very raw and very hard.
"Yes, yes, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" Colin sprayed his huge load of boy-milk hands-free all over the luxurious bedsheets. Simon did not comment. He just turned Colin around, lifted his legs upon his shoulders, and mounted him again. A lace pillow under the sore butt, and Colin was ready for another ride.
"Did you have some fun last night, Castro?" Colin was suntanning on the front deck of the huge yacht. Castro dropped his shorts and laid down beside his young friend and temporary lover. The white Scottish body, even with some tan lines after hours in the French sun, was very different from the dark-skinned pampas cowboy beside him.
"All the fun I wanted, Chico!" Castro grinned. "These sailors know about more than serving breakfasts! And you - ready with drained balls for the show today? Reynard and the chairman will be here in two hours. We are to meet them in Cannes. Back to work again now, young man." Castro let his huge hand follow Colin's spine from the neck down to his butt. Colin purred like a large cat when he turned around. His erection was wet with excitement.
"Wish we could stay the rest of the day, but okay, I look forward to Cannes too. I'll do my best. But now I want a final swim." He stood up and waved to some ladies in a passing boat. He had also seen people with binoculars on the smaller yachts that had arrived in the bay during the morning.
In his birthday suit, Colin now ran down from the front deck, greeted the two sailors that looked a bit surprised, blew a kiss to the captain on the bridge, and dived into the Mediterranean Sea.
The beach promenade Pointe de la Croisette' was filled with thousands of spectators when a strange parade passed near the seashore. Young men in bathing gear were passing on windsurfing boards. Some were standing like gondoliers with long paddles, some used the surfing boards like kayaks and some just used the boards as if they were surfing. More than thirty young beauties presented the new collection of JustColin' summer wear. Colin himself had a special float assisted by two local beauties. Dressed in the sexiest outfit of the day, a tight golden jockstrap, he was followed by the local and the international press. The young man was about to become an even bigger `name' in the fashion world.
The parade ended at the small, but very famous, public beach next to the Palais des Festivals. The small beach, where the international stars show off their bodies during the Cannes Film festival, was now filled with boys and young men. The huge orchestra in front of the Palais accompanied the youngsters as they arrived from the top of the purple-coloured stairs. Slowly they walked down and placed themselves in a fan shape. The whole of the stairs had suddenly become a stage.
A trumpet fanfare was heard and a spotlight, even in full daylight, followed the almost naked Colin who was seen at the top of the stairs. He walked slowly down to the middle of the stairs and then stopped. The applause was tremendous.
Another fanfare was heard and two men dressed in white, Mr Reynard and Simon Senior, walked down to the middle of the stairs. Colin was overwhelmed. He did not hear Reynard's speech and he did not listen to his latest lover who had fucked him senseless just some hours earlier. He just concentrated on being professional. No boner, no wet spots for the press this time - just a hot teenage-looking body dressed in the tiniest swimwear you could ever imagine.
It was almost midnight when all the different parties ended. Colin was tired and he missed his Bill, even though they had chatted on the net three times during the day.
"Castro will drive me to Nice tonight as I have a business meeting there early tomorrow morning." Reynard had an arm around Colin outside The Casino. "You can come with me if you wish, or you can take the yacht back to Antibes. Castro and I can pick you up tomorrow lunchtime and drive us both home."
Colin chose to travel on the yacht. With his hands filled with gifts, wine and flowers he was soon with Castro in the black limo. Ten minutes later the car stopped at the fashionable marina where `Andrea' was waiting. The walkway was down, but there were few lights and no music. Colin waved off the car and went onboard. He was met by a dark shadow.
"Are you ready to kick me off like yesterday?" Colin grinned. The huge bear - Jack, the security guy - almost filled the walkway.
"Please, honey. I'm so sorry for yesterday. Nice to see you tonight. I watched your show on the local TV channel. You are justÉdamnÉsexy!" Jack was dressed very casually, in tight gym shorts and a white singlet. His biceps were glistening and his upper legs filled the tight shorts. Unlike many other bodybuilders, his bulge was also impressive. Colin stared and did not know what to say next.
"You want a ride back to Antibes tonight?" Jack asked.
"Aye, I would very much like a ride!" Colin answered. He wasn't sure the man understood the double meaning, but then he saw the white teeth in the huge grinning mouth.
"You want a drink, honey?" Jack and Colin were alone in the lounge. "Senior - I mean the boss - called earlier tonight. He will meet us in Antibes tomorrow. So it's just the two of us, and the boys!"
"Plenty for me!" Colin commented. For a short moment Colin wondered if he was too free now.
"I'm always a bit down after big events," he continued. "A bit lonely too with my Daddy - my partner - being far away."
"Take this!" Jack handed Colin a dripping cold glass. "A gin tonic will do you good. I guess you are legal!" Jack suddenly blushed in the sharp lantern light.
"Yes, I'm legal, in every meaning of the word!" Colin sipped the glass. "Make yourself a drink too - my order on behalf of Mr Reynard!" Colin said. "May I sit in your lap?" Jack opened his arms and his lap seconds after he had poured a drink for himself. With searching fingers, Colin played with the huge man's body hair.
The two young sailors were both on the bridge when the yacht left the Cannes marina. In the guest cabin, Colin rested on Jack's hairy naked chest. "May I ride you now, Jack, back to Antibes? You made my pussy so wet, and I think I can take that monster now. Colin climbed the muscular body and used both hands to open his boy-cunt. Very slowly he let Jack penetrate him with the thickest cock he had taken since the Danish Professor Thomsen had fucked him with his monster almost a year ago.
To be continued