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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 - STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 67 Ê(Torgeir - Snorri - round island trip)
It was as if the wind had taken a break when the leather belt hit Colin's butt because nobody heard the noise outside. Colin was standing with spread legs while his upper body was fastened to the swing. His hands found the ropes and he gritted his teeth when the belt hit him again - harder this time. He moaned. The swing shook.
Torgeir lifted his arm again. He was shirtless now, but still sweating. The stroke landed a bit lower this time. Colin screamed. If Bill had been there, he would have told anyone asking that there was some theatrical exaggeration from the model receiving the punishment. However Colin could have told his father that the Icelandic horse-man was doing more than teasing him with the strokes.
Another short break and the belt once again hit the round globes that now showed some red stripes. Another light scream filled the sheltered room. The wind moved the swing again. Torgeir opened the belt and played with the full length while he glanced at his sons who looked far from comfortable. He went up close to Colin and used a hand to caress the red sweaty butt. He then put a hand between the lad's legs and found his balls and his dripping cock. With two fingers he caught some clear sex-juice from the cockhead and let the same fingers follow the arse-crack up to the entrance. Both boys watching the action had their hands inside their pants. The situation in the barn was turning very hot.
"You okay, son? Want some more, eh?" Torgeir's voice was hoarse.
"You decide, sir. You're the boss!" Colin grinned, but he was in the mood for more than the belt.
The two next strokes sounded like shots when they hit the red butt. "Stop, Dad! Please stop!" Sigurdur, the younger boy shouted. He went in front of Torgeir to shield Colin's body from the belt. Torgeir lowered his arm and let the belt fall.
"Thank you, sir!" Colin looked up at Torgeir as if in thrall to him. "We have all learned a lesson now, haven't we?"
Torgeir straightened up and looked at the two youngsters who had received their punishment just some minutes earlier. "Well, boys! You've learned from your uncle how to use the swing, haven't you? Bind up our guest in the swing now, and show him your skills while I fetch some beers." Torgeir picked up his belt and left the barn.
Without a word the two brothers turned their young guest around and lifted him up into the swing. They adjusted Colin's body and lifted his arms. With one guy on each side, they worked as if they had done this many times before. They locked Colin's wrists in cuffs and tied ropes across his chest. In a simultaneous manner, their hands ran over the front of Colin's hot body all the way down to his ankles. Then they both lifted and bound his feet to the ropes. Colin was completely in the youngsters' hands.
"You do this with your girlfriends?" Colin broke the silence. The boys stood beside him. The bulges in their working gear showed signs of excitement.
"We haven't, yet!" Sigurdur said.
"But we have tested the swing. It works well!" Ragnar added. He used one hand to touch Colin's nipples. "Uncle said you want it hard." His not too clean fingers squeezed the red nubs.
"You've had some piercings, I see." Sigurdur grinned. "We have some nice fishhooks. They will fit you well. We could place one in your cock too. Nice baby-skin you have!" Ragnar tried to cover Colin's wet glans with the foreskin.
"No piercings, no way! Show me your cocks instead, before your uncle comes back. You are horny, guys. No girls around, but you two manage on your own, don't you? Only one bed in your room, I remember." Colin tried to make himself comfortable. The raw material in the ropes made him feel itchy.
Now the situation changed quickly. Both boys pulled down their trousers and their baggy underwear and were as naked as the day they were born. Colin smiled. The young one had a huge cock pointing upwards. The black curly pubic hair was thick. His brother was more tender-looking, with a cock probably just a bit bigger than Colin's own. But he too had a well-grown bush, and even some hair on his chest.
"Wish I was a girl now. You would like a fuck, eh?" Colin grinned. His head was a bit uncomfortable.
"Uncle would kill us if we fucked you. He has talked about this for weeks!" Sigurdur went behind Colin and climbed onto a footstool. He pulled his foreskin back and gave Colin his 20 cm (8 inches) as a foreplay. Colin closed his eyes and was happy for the sweet taste of boy-cock. The boy smelled of horse, but in a warm and good way. Sigurdur was no bully. He let Colin suck and lick without using force. He started a real mouth-fuck as soon as Colin opened for it.
Colin couldn't see what Ragnar was doing, but he felt it soon. A well-oiled finger opened his boy-cunt. Soon afterwards, Ragnar added another finger and then a third. Colin tried to moan, but the result was more cock down his throat. Ragnar pushed his fingers as deep as he could. He withdrew and then pushed back in. Colin was mouth-fucked by the young one and finger-fucked by his older brother who now added to the pleasure by taking Colin's stiffy in his own mouth.
A slam from the door told them that Torgeir was back in the barn. Drinking from a bottle of beer, he entered shirtless and playful. "Finish up now, guys. My turn, but take your time. Feed him. He needs some refreshment."
Ragnar climbed onto the footstool beside his brother and both took hold of their very stiff cocks. Side by side they wanked close to Colin's face. Torgeir squeezed his own bulge and looked at his `sons' without a comment.
The sounds from Sigurdur made it obvious that he was about to cum. The boy that had previously mouth-fucked Colin finished moments later. Colin opened his mouth and Sigurdur put his cockhead inside. Then Sigurdur moaned like a young calf and spurted like the geyser Colin had seen the day before. Boy-milk ran from the corners of his mouth even though Colin tried to swallow it all.
"Clean him. Lick him like you were his dog!" Torgeir commanded. Sigurdur used his tongue and lips on Colin's neck and face.
Ragnar wanked his cock with two fingers like small-cocked guys often do. He worked his blood-red cock hard and wild without looking at his `father'.
"Let me help!" Colin grinned. "I need more!" Ragnar's cock was inside Colin's mouth in a second and received the same treatment as his brother. Minutes later he filled Colin for a second time. Not a drop of semen left Colin's mouth. With a smile, he licked his lips.
"Good work, guys. Go to bed now." Torgeir ushered the boys out the door.
"You want a beer, boy? And some rest, eh?" Torgeir's big hands caressed Colin's young body.
"No, sir. No need. I just wait for you! Your boys are great, but I need to be filled up now and I need my balls drained. Please, sir. I'm yours. Show me that you are Asgeir's cousin." Colin tried to adjust his body to give Torgeir better access to his pussy.
"Take it easy, boy. The night is long, the wind is howling and you have seen that in Iceland we shoot again and again. I will show you why the crazy Edward Granville used images me for his last basement show. You have seen the centaur, I guess?" Torgeir emptied his bottle of beer.
"I know the upper body is yours, but the horse-cock underneath can't be yours!" Colin almost whispered.
"We'll see. Did my sons open you well or do you need more to take me? Maybe I couldÉ?" Torgeir went to the wall and fetched a tholepin from one of the horse harnesses. From his pocket, he took out a tub of lube. Now he greased the wooden tholepin, which looked like a conical butt-plug. There was a hole in the thin end and through the hole was a thin leather-cord.
Colin knew what was coming, but in a strange way he wasn't afraid of this man. He had been a part of his home village in Scotland. He had met people Colin loved and he had even talked to his own Bill more than once. Now Colin opened his arse and pushed back when Torgeir placed the conical item outside his already swollen boy-cunt. He felt both heaven and hell when Torgeir broke through his sphincter. A scream filled the room just as the old-fashioned wooden sex-toy was sucked inside.
"You okay, baby boy?" Torgeir did not move the plug. With one hand, he searched for Colin's cock and found him both hard and wet.
"Aye, yes, yes, yes! Please yes!" Colin grunted when Torgeir carefully fucked him and put more and more of the tholepin inside. Soon only the leather-cord was visible.
Colin was reaching the edge. Torgeir pulled the plug almost out and pushed it back inside. Every time the prostate was hit. Colin knew he couldn't last long now. He had to cum orÉ
"Sir!" Colin moaned and waited. "Sir, I have to piss." He blushed.
"Go on! I'll help you. You're not the first one to piss in this barn." Torgeir grinned and pulled out the wooden plug. Another loud moan came from Colin when his sphincter was stretched. "I'm in need of one myself."
Torgeir stripped off his wide boiler suit. He was naked underneath. Colin swallowed. Asgeir's cock had been like Bill's, but thicker. Torgeir showed that the two carried the same genes. The man saw Colin's reaction. "Don't worry, you will take me easily. Asgeir told me about your sex-play. He has told me a lot, you see. But piss now!"
Torgeir stood next to the swing. Colin started very slowly. He had the ability to piss when hard, but now the bondage restricted his movements. Torgeir played with Colin's pissing cock, wanked him lightly, and placed the jet where he wanted. When the jetstream grew stronger, Torgeir pointed Colin's golden liquid to hit his own partly-hairy body. In the end he bent down and opened his mouth. With a last heavy muscular movement Colin manage to hit the goal. Torgeir just grinned. "Please don't tell the kids," he murmured.
Now the man placed himself behind Colin and pointed his half-hard cock next to his lower body. He let the golden man-stream, coloured by the beer, hit the body in front of him. Some hit the entrance to Colin's hole, some hit the round balls, and some hit the boy's body but not his face.
Torgeir changed to the other end of the swing. "Make me hard now, boy. Make me ready for your boy-cunt." He pulled Colin's head backwards and opened his mouth.
Colin had to really stretch his lips to take the cockhead inside. The mushroom was one of the biggest Colin had seen since he was fucked by Joe, the North African manager in Playa del Ingles, on the day he turned eighteen. "Maybe I was tighter three years ago." Colin thought. "But I'll give this Viking a fight." He let Torgeir's glans hit his throat. With tear-filled eyes he felt the iron-hard cock grow to full size. He had to let the cock go or he would have had trouble breathing.
"Please, sir. I think I'm ready and so are you, warrior!" Colin glimpsed the man through tears. Torgeir used his thumbs and fingers to wipe away the boy's tears, then he bent down and kissed him for the first time - a deep, long loving kiss.
Torgeir pulled Colin's body forward and let the swing move. Colin tried to watch what was going on, and was happy to see Torgeir wank himself with two well-greased hands. Torgeir moved towards the waiting boy. Colin thought of Bill and his cock, and he thought of Asgeir who almost fucked the brains out of him in the barn at home, and he thought of Kenny who would just have fucked him without mercy. Torgeir hesitated, and Colin couldn't move. He was hornier than ever before. The last half hour had been a continuous stimulation.
"Just fuck me, Viking, and fuck me hard, and let me scream, please. Don't listen to me. I'll scream with lust, and don't stop if I cum. My balls are killing me! Go on now!" Colin begged and shook the ropes.
Torgeir did what Colin called for. He attacked him without stopping. All 25 cm (10 inches) of thick man-cock was forced slowly, but directly, to the bottom. By lifting the swing a bit, Torgeir saw that Colin was more comfortable and he did the same movement again. Now the young man yelled, but not as a cry of pain. He yelled at cumming. He was cumming like never before. Hands-free, he shot his white boy-milk all over the two bodies.
"Yes, yes, Torgeir please, continue, don't stop, don't stop. Be good. Be good. Harder, please, please!" Colin shouted and begged. The huge man, full of sweat and lust, again did he was begged. He was a stayer, but he had dreamt of this ever since Asgeir had called him and told him all about Colin. The man, almost fifty, was a warrior, but he wanted Colin to feel good too. Now he found Colin's stiff cock and wanked him hard while he worked himself close to his own orgasm.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Colin cried and used his arse-muscles to `kill' the intruder. Torgeir answered with a roar and filled Colin's insides with his man-milk. Colin's own spunk was like a new geyser, but now Torgeir managed to catch most of it in his both hands. Still staying deep inside and with a grin from Colin, the man licked and slurped cum from his hands.
"Please feed me some of yours, sir!" Colin begged when Torgeir withdrew. "And give me your cock for a taste!" With two fingers, Torgeir did what he was asked and Colin sucked the fingers like a young calf.
It was late, well after midnight when Colin left Torgeir's bed. After a relaxing soak in their private pond, he had been in the man's arms. He had found release once more during a hot love-session where a lonely man did all he could to heat and please his young guest. "You'd better get some sleep, Colin love," Torgeir whispered. "We have to go early to Reykjavik tomorrow."
Colin climbed the stairs to the upper rooms in the low house. The not-very-tall boy could hardly stand in the middle of the room. He passed the boys' room and stopped. No sound was heard. The old timber floor squeaked. The storm hit the small windows. He undressed and found the bed. The summer duvet and the linen sheet was better than in any hotel. He knew he was about to sleep when the old door opened slowly. Two nude boys crawled close to their young guest.
"We thought you would never come!" Sigurdur whispered.
"Are you happy with Uncle?" Ragnar whispered too. Colin felt his hot lips on his shoulder.
"May we suck you?" Sigurdur asked. He already had a hand on Colin's dick.
"Ask my growing todger!" Colin spread his legs.
Colin was back in Reykjavik and his mobile phone worked again. A lot of emails arrived, including some fan-mails. He scrolled down.
"Hey Bro! Arrived yesterday. Bill is treating me like a prince. I've started to organise your new study today - top of the attic. Will be great. Secret love nest!! We will see Bruce in sauna tonight. MaybeÉ Kisses and loveÉ Olav"
Colin blushed and pulled his woollen jacket shut in the afternoon breeze. He suddenly felt lonely. The visit to Torgeir and the boys had been great, but the mail from Olav made him a bit jealous. "Stupid!" he thought. "I arranged it. Of course, Bill will fuck him!"
He hit a small stone with one foot and kicked it. The walk through the town had done him well. He wanted to see the statue of Leiv Eiriksson, the Norse explorer that reached North America and called it "Vinland" in the year 1000. Behind the statue was the huge modern church Hallgrimskirkja, named after an Icelandic poet. The email from Olav filled his mind. Now he just read the inscription on the monument. He was not in the mood for a church visit.
"I had Torgeir last night, why shouldn't Bill make love to Olav?" Colin kicked another small stone. "Damn, I'm more in the mood for the cock-museum!" He turned.
The Penis Museum (The Icelandic Phallological Museum) in Reykjavik is one of the main tourist attractions. The museum started as a joke, and is not an erotic museum like the one in Amsterdam. It contains 280 specimens from 93 animals all living in Iceland, but not a single real human phallus. But the museum also has a folklore section' exhibiting mythological dicks, said to be taken from elves, trolls, kelpies and The Nasty Ghost'.
"I liked the elf's cock - the museum's catalogue called it `unusually big and old'." Colin sent an email to Bill telling him about the visit. "I haven't thought of you as an elf, Dad, but I liked the description of your dick."
He also sent an email to Olav with a picture of a famous sculpture - replicas of the national handball team's 15 erect cocks. The team won a silver medal at the Olympics in 2008. The team's goalkeeper denies that the silver sculptures are casts, but nobody wants to believe that. "I have a plan to make such a sculpture for my new study! A copy of all the dicks I have served," Colin wrote. "You may start with Bill and Bruce tonight. Be sure they are in proper condition."
"Maybe Jonas has missed me?" Colin put away his phone, adjusted his growing bulge, and hurried back towards the university.
It was an early morning about a week after Colin's arrival in Iceland. He had caught a morning bus and was on his way to the outskirts of Reykjavik, to an area called Laugardalur (hot spring valley). Laugardalur is a major centre for sports and recreation in the capital, both summer and winter. The most famous place is perhaps the huge swimming pool area.
Colin was almost blushing when he entered the changing area. He undressed and wrapped a towel around his lower body. He wasn't in the pool just to swim, he was cruising. He looked for the man who took care of him during the landing of his flight the week before - the man who let him hold his hand, the man that said he used to swim here every morning at seven.
Colin tried to remember how the man looked. He was in a way similar to Bill, tall and handsome, probably in his sixties. He remembered the silver-grey fluffy hair and the soft-skinned, but very tight hand. And he remembered the boyish smile and the thumbs up when he passed him after the landing. Colin looked around in the huge star-shaped shower area. The hot water and the moisture filled the room. There were no real cubicles, most guys showered openly, all in the nude.
"Hey Colin! You are looking for me, I hope." A tall man had placed his hand on Colin's shoulder. Colin turned. He was there, the man from the plane. Now the man dropped his towel and placed it in a box. He was slim, lightly haired and fit-looking for a man in his sixties. Colin blushed again when his eyes found the man's lower area. He was hung like Bill, probably even thicker. In a glimpse Colin imagined the man hard, and blushed again. He moved to pull off his own towel and followed the man into the showers.
"We should start with a swim, I think. You are a swimmer, I can see. Not much fat on your body." The man suddenly used an open hand to follow Colin's spine from his neck down to his buttocks.
"Sorry for touching!" The man withdrew his hand quickly. "A bad habit, but you have a model's body." He let his other hand follow Colin's front down to his navel as though he was helping him to wash. People around didn't seem to bother. The lather covered Colin's growing dick. Politely the man looked away. Colin turned the water to cold and hurried to claim his towel.
The man was soon in competition speedos and so was Colin. Colin wore the tightest and smallest, but he didn't care.
"Have you tried the heitur pottur? The man asked when they passed a hot tub area on their way to the 50m pool.
"No, I've heard about it though. I have used the jacuzzi, but no hot water ponds. Nice word by the way "heitur pottur". Both are Old Norse words adopted in English." Colin looked at the man who was about to comment.
"Very hot!" Colin commented. It was 42C according to the sign.
"Yes, I guess you should start with the first one, 37C or body temperature, and then go on if you feel for it and dare. You have the cold pond too if you care to try it, only 8 degrees! But I prefer to swim first. The hot water makes me relaxed but also sleepy. My name is Snorri." The man gave Colin his hand.
"Like the great Snorri Sturluson?" Colin grinned. "We will visit Reykholt, next week. I look forward to visiting his farm."
"Twenty lengths!" The man looked at Colin standing on the starting block beside him.
"As a starter, sir." Colin smiled back.
"Yes son, as a starter!" The man raised his arms and was ready.
Soon they had covered 1000 metres and the two had followed each other. The last fifty and Colin pushed, but the elderly man followed easy.
"I have time for another round," the man said. "Can you manage, son?" He didn't wait for an answer, turned around and set off. Colin let him go. During the race the man who had called himself Snorri was half a length in front, but Colin could see that the man was a bit stiffer in his movements now. With a hundred metres to go, Colin changed up a gear. Minutes later he could place his hands on the pool-side well ahead of his new companion.
"Dirty race, sir!" Colin said. "I know you have a lot more to give. Thanks for letting me win." Snorri moved to Colin's lane and hugged the youngster tight.
"Yes, I have more to give!" the man whispered. "Will you meet me for supper today or tomorrow?"
"This evening I will lecture in The Nordic House, but tomorrow would be great, sir." Colin let the man stay close. His hands played with the young body, and cupped the round buttocks.
"Have you been to Perlan (The Pearl) yet?" Snorri asked. He lifted Colin up to the side of the pool.
"No, sir. I must see the exhibitions one day, but the restaurant is probably far outside of a student's budget." Colin didn't move away when the man placed a hand on his upper leg, next to his hard balls.
"I understand, but please be my guest. I will be happy to show you the exhibitions first." He jumped up from the pool like a youngster. "Tomorrow then, six o'clock, okay?" He placed an arm around Colin. One hand was almost inside the low-cut swimwear.
"Ten minutes in heitur pottur to relax!" The man grinned. Colin's erection was obvious, but the man didn't comment, and Colin didn't care too much. There were no young family people around.
"What have you seen since you arrived, Colin?" The man lowered his body down in the hot water. Colin himself tried not to move. He had hot water up to his shoulders. It was really intense.
"We visited the President at Bessastadir and I have had the luck to be shown the `holiest place' in Iceland, the chamber where the oldest handwritten papers are kept." Colin just turned his head.
"Not many are allowed to go in there!" Snorri said. "You must be special!"
Colin didn't comment on that. He had been part of his group. "And I've seen a lot of southern Iceland and also met a friend from my hometown down south." He could have said that his group had been invited to one of the Scandinavian embassies, and that he and Jonas from Tromso had said yes to too many of the free drinks and had had some trouble on the way back home to campus. But he kept that to himself. And he didn't tell Snorri about the sex escapades either, even if the man seemed more than interested in his body.
"I have to leave for the office now." Snorri climbed out of the hot pond and went up to the ice water pond and jumped in. This time Colin did not follow. He went to the shower and tried to recover from the very special morning.
Colin was back in his small room in the old housewives' school. Jonas was still in bed. The party last night had been light, but late. Colin looked at his watch, ten o'clock. First lecture today at eleven, and he was horny as hell after the morning events without relief.
"I wish Kenny was here. He would have known what to do without asking!" he said to himself as he sat down beside Jonas.
"I'm not Ronaldo, but not far from it." Colin grinned at his own stupid thoughts and let a hand search inside the duvet. The cold hand found a warm upper leg. Jonas moaned in his sleep and spread his legs when Colin's hand found his balls. Both he and Colin had stopped wearing pyjamas after their first night together so the very fit Tromso lad was fully naked. His 20 cm (8 inch) cock was rock-hard and fitted like a dream inside Colin's hand. Now Colin pulled away the duvet and let his tongue start a job on the sleeping boy's cock. Soon Colin took half the cock inside the mouth and sucked like a calf.
"I wish I could wake up like this every morning!" Jonas sounded as if he still was far away.
"You'd better teach your girlfriend back home. Tell her about your experience over here!" Colin smiled and stripped off his clothes. "Will you let me ride you, Jonas? I'm so damn horny and I've met a man that ate me with his eyes."
"You are the most conceited guy I have ever met!" Jonas grinned. "But the most sexy as well. Go ahead, fuck the brains out of me, but feed me your spunk, every drop. I don't want my bed wet again!"
Colin found the lube just above the bed and used his fingers to open his boy-cunt for the waiting roommate. After that he almost filled his hand with lube and started a job on the dripping cock. Neither of them looked for a real love session this morning. Colin wanted a quick release and Jonas couldn't have a better morning dream. Now Colin knelt beside the Norwegian and opened his buttocks. The thick spear found the entrance, but Colin wasn't well prepared so when he penetrated himself, he filled the room with a raw scream.
"You okay, Colin?" Jonas had staring eyes.
"Aye, aye. Please fuck me from below. I need to cum, damn I need to cum!" He lifted his hips and lowered again, and again. But then Jonas showed his aggression, wanting to be a real man. He turned Colin around and lifted his legs and fucked him missionary as he would have done with his girlfriend.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" was Jonas' intelligent expression when he filled the Scot with his man-cream and continued to pump.
"You are, you are, almost, almostÉ I'm cumming, cummingÉ" Colin tried to hold back until Jonas had his mouth around his cock, but he was a bit too late. Colin sprayed like he always did when his balls were filled, and even though Jonas did what he could to lick and eat, the bedclothes weren't dry after the morning game.
"The women will look at your bum, instead of listening to your speech!" Jonas commented to Colin. He was dressing for the event in The Nordic House just around the corner.
"But I haven't brought any formal clothes!" Colin said, "and I like this Icelandic knitted sweater. The tight dark jeans must do. I'll just put on a jock so there will be no sign of underwear!" He looked at himself in the mirror and lifted the jeans. His buttocks were like inviting globes and the sweater didn't cover them.
"I'm a bit nervous, Jonas. Give me a thumbs-up. The other two speakers are much older than me, and I know they have a lot to tell." Colin found his notebook.
The Nordic House was a marvellous building, a gift to Iceland from the other Nordic countries. Colin had been there every day because of the free newspapers in the library. He hadn't admitted to a living soul that the nice librarian was a reason for his visits too. His name was Arn and he was a fair-haired guy in his mid-thirties. He had a face like young Olav's, Colin's Norwegian `brother'. Just now Arn was the one that welcomed the guests to the huge auditorium.
Three seats were placed in the front. Colin was shown to his chair. The light was a bit disturbing. He couldn't see the audience clearly, but he could hear that the room was full.
The first student, a girl from Denmark gave an interesting lecture about Denmark's relationship with the Dane Viking districts in England. Colin thought about his professor from last year, not his teaching skills, but his great skills in bed. "Not now!" he thought. His jeans were very tight. He managed to cool down by watching the girl and soon relaxed.
The second student, a young man from Norway, gave a lecture about West Norwegian dialects. Very interesting, but the technique made Colin think of his professors in high school who tried to use new technologies, but instead often made a comic show.
"Our third guest today is a very young professor assistant from Glasgow University in Scotland. In Icelandic tradition, I'll just call him Colin. He will soon introduce his subject for tonight. Please, Colin. The audience is yours." The presenter made room for Colin.
Colin went up to the rostrum and just placed his notes on the desk. Then he went down in front of the audience. He thought of his Nordic professors. They had both been great teachers.
"Find one or two in the audience. Talk to them," had been one piece of advice he had been given. "Speak just as if you were sitting with them and wanted to tell them a new story. Make them listen and wait for more."
Colin could see the audience now, very clearly. He saw Ari's smiling face and his camera, and suddenly he saw a well-dressed man with grey hair, smiling. Snorri was there, and Colin was about to blush. By the door was young Arn. He looked as if he was waiting for a big event.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome. Sorry if you have trouble with my Scottish accent, but I will try to speak slower than normal. I hope you like my sweater. It's Icelandic, but the pattern and colours come from a Viking grave in Ireland. I love it, even if it is a bit warm tonight." He took a small break.
On the wall he showed a map of the Nordic part of Europe and the Atlantic.
"In recent months popular TV channels have shown the fighting Vikings, dirty raw men, hunting wealth and killing innocent people. That's probably one part of the truth." He stopped for a while and found Ari.
"But most Vikings were farmers, merchants, sailors and explorers. They brought the Nordic language out into the world and they brought a lot of words from other languages back to our Nordic countries." Now he found Snorri's listening face. "That's my subject tonight, that's what I will tell you about!"
"A great performance, Colin. You made the public your own. You will be a great teacher!" Ari lifted his camera.
Moments later Snorri passed the group that surrounded Colin. "Great job, young man!" he said. "Six o'clock." Like at the airport, he gave Colin a thumbs-up.
Snorri had an arm around Colin. They were at the top restaurant at Perlan - the famous round glass-dome on top of Reykjavik's water tanks. "Now we need some food and something to drink. I have bored you for two hours with the exhibition downstairs."
"I was very pleased to see it," Colin said. "Strange to know we have millions of litres of water underneath us." He was happy with the menu and he was happy for the gentleman's hand who caressed his upper leg underneath the tablecloth. He even thanked Snorri for a second glass of sparkling wine.
The atmosphere and setting were both exclusive and elegant. Colin felt well, and when Snorri's eyes met him they told of sensuality and heat. The man's fingers that tried to squeeze his balls, told of a wish for raw sex. Colin unzipped and spread his legs. During the meal Snorri's fingers were inside and touched the upright dick.
"You live far away, sir?" Colin asked. He sat in the front of the black car. Snorri followed the route out of Reykjavik.
"No, just in the neighbourhood. You perhaps know that Iceland's second town is Kopavagur. I stay by the fjord here, a small retreat." He turned off the main road, found the coast and drove the car into a basement garage.
"A small retreat! Wow!" Colin thought. The modern studio apartment was special. One wall was filled with windows from floor to ceiling overlooking the sea outside.
"In clear days you can see the glaciers on the other side of Faxaflo'. The glacier Snaefellsjokul' is fantastic in the sunshine." Snorri stood tight behind the youngster and put both arms around him. His lips wet Colin's neck. "I don't have to translate for you, I think," he said.
"Snow-mountain-glacier" Colin looked at the man who had eye-fucked him all day.
"Please follow me to my secret chamber." Snorri opened a door. From the modern, very straight sitting room they entered something that looked like a combination of a private movie theatre and film studio - all in black apart from some touches of red. A huge screen filled one wall and in front was a tiny stage. There were no chairs, but an enormous sofa. All around stood technical equipment. The rear wall was filled with movie posters.
Colin knew some of the titles. "Famous films," he thought. "Hollywood in Iceland, or Las Vegas." He was a bit confused.
"Some people collect stamps or play with models." Snorri sat down on the sofa. "I collect movies, but that's not so much fun anymore. You can find everything on the `net these days."
"You seem to like Andy Warhol." Colin had seen a glimpse of his famous movies.
"No, not particularly. But I collect cute sexy actors. Nude males in mainstream movies is an obsession!" Snorri pulled Colin close in the sofa. "But forget about me. It's you tonight. You are the guest, the most sensual guest. I want to show you something - a small documentary I made last night after your session in The Nordic House."
"You have made a documentary about me?" Colin looked at the man with some curiosity. "Why, you just met a nervous student on the plane. And yesterday you met my academic life. For people not specifically interested in the subject, it must have been boring."
"First of all, it wasn't boring. You enchanted me. You opened a new horizon for me. A huge area I haven't even touched earlier. But do you know what made me really curious?" Snorri put an arm around Colin. "Well, I saw how you caught your audience, how you used your body in your storytelling, how you owned the arena. I thought - that boy is modelling, that boy loves to show off his body, that boy sells his message by being himself."
"Wow, you flatter me, Snorri. It would be easier for me if you just zipped down and asked me to suck you. That was what your eyes and hands told me during the meal today, sir!" Colin was still very close to Snorri in the sofa.
Now the man opened the sofa's armrest and pushed a button. The lights zoomed down and a title was shown on the screen surrounded by glittering stars. COLIN - SEXY MODEL AND STUDENT. Colin watched the screen for the next twenty minutes with an open mouth.
"I have seen most of the news stories from all my modelling, but never a complete set like this. The film from Berlin, where I was lowered from the top of the globe, was all new to me, and of course you found the clips from Milan where the newspaper commented on my naked butt. It was a planned accident though!" Colin grinned. He had placed a hand on Snorri's upper thigh. "And I didn't see you record me and my butt last night!"
"Honestly, you are a difficult person to search for online. Apart from the JustColin stuff there were almost nothing to find. Well, I know you have just bought a house, I know you are a major shareholder in your own company, and I know you have one ticket from the police for a speeding violation. That's all. Not even a real nude picture around." Snorri combed Colin's wild hair with his fingers.
"No need for nude pictures. You saw me in the shower yesterday, and even watched me turn around because my dick was betraying me!" Colin let Snorri's hand find his bulge.
"But I have one more clip to show you, Colin. Your name isn't mentioned, so I just assume it's you! You want to see it?" Snorri found the button again. Colin trembled. Had the man found something from the `dark net'? Monsieur Reynard had assured him that the shows and the movies were safe.
A very amateur video pictured by a viewer, probably with a mobile phone, showed glimpses of a youngster stripping and wearing almost nothing, wanking and sucking dildos, using cock-rings and butt-plugs, but just pretending.
"A dirty show!" Colin almost whispered. "From Milan as well. A club presented our adult collection and wanted me to display it. How did you get it? No mention of my name like you said." Colin spread his legs to give Snorri more room.
"From a viewer's comments. I made an extended search." Snorri closed down the movie.
"You sound a bit disappointed, sir. What had you expected?" Colin pulled down his jeans and showed that his thong was lifted by a heavy erection.
"I had hoped for a lot of sexy modelling pictures and maybe even some light porn clips or dirty messages, but nothing. You seem damn serious!" Snorri kissed Colin's waiting mouth. Colin placed one hand on the man's tenting trousers. The other hand reached for his phone which was beside him on the sofa.
"Maybe I can satisfy your curiosity, sir. But you have to cut off the security cameras and promise not to record anything. I guess you can easily give my phone access to your computers. I have a small video to show you, just meant for my own pleasure on lonely nights, but okay, I trust you, sir!" Colin worked with his phone. A loud scream was heard when Colin was penetrated by his stage lover, Kasim. Shadows from an audience told of the setting, but soon the professional photographer zoomed in on Kasim's huge cock which deep-fucked the tight, young body. Seconds later the picture changed. Colin, now on his knees, waited while Kasim pointed his huge cock close to his face. Soon cum from the Arab porn star dripped down Colin's face and into his open mouth.
Snorri had pulled down his pants during the show and Colin's hand played with the man's cock which had popped above his underwear. He had seen Snorri in the shower, but hadn't seen him hard. Now he saw that the man beside him probably could replace the man in the movie. Nothing was said when the clip ended. Colin just moved around on the sofa and placed his lips around the wet cockhead. He thought about Bill, and wished he had been there, and not only the unknown businessman.
"Please undress, Colin!" The man very gently pushed Colin from his lap. "The stage is yours!" He pointed at the red covered podium in the front. He reduced the light in the room and in seconds he turned on spotlights which filled the small stage. Again Colin found his phone and picked the music he had used when he stripped on the boat-night on Lake Geneva in the spring.
Colin did not pretend to be a good dancer, but he had become quite a good stripper. Now he stripped off his clothes, even his socks, until in the end dressed just in his red famous thong. The young body on stage was very different from the professor's assistant the day before. The gentleman on the sofa wanked his huge cock like a horny teenager when Colin suddenly left the stage and stood in front of him. "Use your mouth and your teeth to complete undressing me, sir, and please leave that huge weapon to me. You have just seen what size I can manage, and I want yours now. Please, sir. Fuck me and fuck me hard. You have eye-fucked my all evening, haven't you?"
"Not often an old man gets such an offer!" Colin didn't know if Snorri talked to him or just made a statement for himself. Without more talk, the man sniffed the front of the bulge and placed both hands on the round globes. He licked his own lips as if he was waiting for sweets. His hands followed the hot body and found the hard, very erect, nipples. He was tough and Colin was very excited by the rough treatment. Not only Snorri's spit wet the front of the thong as Colin himself was wet with slimy pre-cum.
With hands on the narrow ribbon above his butt and teeth biting the thong at the front, Snorri followed the instruction from the youngster and had Colin fully naked. Seconds later the man got his sweets. Tongue and lips worked on Colin's cock and balls and, without more preparation, fingers from both hands forced themselves inside the waiting cunt and started to stretch it. "Far from a first-timer," Colin thought. He had problems standing still. He placed his hands on the man's grey hair while pushing his stiffy as far inside his mouth as possible. "What if I started to piss now?" he thought. Just the thinking made him even hornier. "Not here. Colin, behave!" Colin heard his Dad's voice.
"You okay, Colin?" Snorri let the slimy cock leave his mouth. He looked at the boy a bit surprised. "Did you cum?"
"No, I didn't cum, sir, but you made me see heaven. I had a pre-orgasm, you see. My balls and my inner body felt as if you were about to eat me, sir. And I felt the spunk pumping in my balls and in my arse. Please let me be your slut now. Just fuck me and let me feel your Viking-cock all the way.
Snorri grinned and split Colin's boy-cunt even more. It was as if he lifted him from the floor with two plus two fingers all inside and carried him to the red covered stage. He placed him like a dog and pushed Colin's head down while he almost lifted his hips to make him fully open.
"The gentleman was even better than you, Dad. He was a rimmer from another world!" Colin told Bill on Skype later that night.
Again Colin almost lost contact with the real world. He couldn't explain it, not even to himself, but again he had a sort of orgasm. He felt himself pumping pre-cum, but he wasn't cumming. "The spasms started in my forehead, tickled like electric stimulations, followed the spine and made me want to piss, and then at last almost killed my balls." Colin continued his nightly description for his dad.
"I think you are ready, boy!" Snorri's voice was a bit more commanding. "There's no audience like on the tape, but I hope my cock will do as if I was a real porn-star. Let me grease you now." He knew where to find the lube. Soon his Bill-like man-cock was shining with lube. He even used the tube to squeeze some gel directly into Colin's opened hole.
"Be my baby. Be my loving baby! You are so damn hot!" Snorri had his cockhead just outside Colin's open entrance and pushed his weapon slowly, but firmly into the well-prepared entrance. "Oh God! Oh God! You are so tight. Like a virgin!" Snorri mumbled. Not a sound from Colin.
"You okay, son?" Snorri asked.
"Aye. I'll soon be in heaven again, sir, but this time we will go there together. Okay? Now, fuck me the way you want and please let me cum. Go on with the nipple play, please." Now he moaned. Snorri had probably without any plan used four fingers and four fingernails on his sore tits while he rammed his young body like a trestle.
This time the orgasm started in his balls. Colin couldn't hold back now. It was in a way his third glimpse of heaven that evening, and these were the words he used when describing the event for his Daddy at home.
"I'm cumming. Sir. I have to, please, don't stop, don't stop, yes." Colin spat his white cum all over the red carpet on the stage. Again, and again he let go. His young cries were real this time. No need for theatrical drama. Snorri had brought him to heaven, but now the man withdrew. Colin had wanted him to continue, but guessed Snorri wanted some special service. And Colin gave him what he wanted. With his arms around the man's hips, Colin let himself be mouth-fucked and did what he could to take the weapon down his throat. The Icelandic gentleman couldn't last long with a treatment like that.
"Fuck, yes, yes!" Snorri withdrew just a bit and started to fire the man-cream into Colin's mouth. For a second Colin felt as if he was being drowned in jizz, but then he started to swallow. With tear-filled eyes he took Snorri's load. What the man didn't see and didn't feel while into his own spastic orgasm was that Colin already wanked himself to a second round of satisfaction.
"Do you have to go back tonight, Colin?" Snorri had Colin's head on his lap. The two were sharing a cold sparkling wine in the event room that just now was filled with colours and sounds as if they were far away in a sort of tropic landscape.
"I've promised to call home tonight, sir, and I have a morning session with my class tomorrow, so I'd better leave. It's been a dream, sir, both the visit at Perlan and then theÉ ehÉ entertainment in this magnificent studio." Colin stood up. He was still all naked.
"It's a crime to put clothes on you!" The man moaned. "This sight will follow me when I go to New York tomorrow." He opened his arms again and Colin kissed him long and deep." Maybe I will see you when you are back, sir?"
"Please send me a message if you still remember the man with the comforting hands!" Snorri grinned.
"And the man who brought me safe down from the skies, but also brought me to heaven!" Colin kissed the man again.
Two days later, when Colin read the national newspaper, there were a lot of pictures on the front page. "The Icelandic UN delegation meets hunks from the movies!" Snorri had an arm around a young entertainer.
"A man of the world, and he searched for me!" Colin thought.
"You know him?" Arn, the librarian at The Nordic House, was beside Colin.
"You mean this gentleman?" Colin pointed. "I have met him, yes."
"One of the richest men in Iceland. He has been in the Olympics, a movie star and a national swimmer. Still a hunk. Wouldn't you say?" Arn commented, but didn't expect an answer.
Colin blushed and folded the paper. He had to go home to his temporary dormitory. Jonas waited for him. They were to join the others in the group for a night at the student pub, and Colin knew that his roommate would please him when back in bed later on. The Troms¿ boy did not ask difficult questions. He was just like Kenny back home. He fucked, came inside and made Colin cum, and then fell asleep. No great romance, but it fitted Colin well.
Colin's stay in Iceland was soon to end, but he had still two adventurous weeks left. The first week would be the academic finales, and Colin would try his skills both in Old Norse and Modern Icelandic languages.
The second week would be a guided tour all around Iceland, and Colin looked forward to seeing a lot of the places he just had heard about. What he really looked forward to was the boating at the partly ice-covered lake below the Vatna glacier, and the swim in the lake beside the icebergs. He also looked forward to travelling one week with Arn who would be their guide and storyteller. Colin had met the thirty five year old librarian almost every day since his first lecture in The Nordic House. Their only connection had been related to news and literature, but last week Colin had thanked the guy with a hug when he brought the daily papers, and the man had responded with closeness and a sly smile.
Jonas was partying on Friday night. Colin knew that girls were on Jonas' schedule and since Snorri had returned from New York and taken Colin to some of the `darker' sides of Reykjavik, the two had lost some of their early contact. Just this Friday evening Colin felt very lonely. He missed Jonas, and he had been stupid enough to say no to going with Arn to a tourist-cottage down south. The real reason for his loneliness was that he had received an email from Olav, saying that he had more or less had moved into Bill's bedroom in the last weeks.
Now Colin placed his iPad on the desk beside the bed and stripped all the way down to the sexiest JustColin see-through thong he had brought to Reykjavik. He was in a way jealous, but also very horny and very excited. He turned on the iPad and found the FaceTime app.
"I hope the `net is good tonight," he said to himself and turned up the volume. After a burst of electrical disturbance Bill's smiling face filled the screen. Colin could see that his Daddy and true lover was in bed like he hoped.
"You happy in bed already, Daddy?" Colin sat by the headboard and played with his bulge.
"Aye, I had an early morning today soÉ and you, son? Sexy as always. No mate to give you release?"
"No, I hoped for a threesome with you guys. Where is my stand in?" Colin put a hand down into his pouch.
"Olav is in the shower. We painted your office today. He's here now!" Bill watched Olav who came into the sight of the camera. He was dressed in cute kid-like pyjamas trousers.
"So my dear Dad, you love us young ones, don't you? My old baby stuff, eh? Colin placed himself on his knees in front of the camera. "Strip now, Olav, and pull away that covering blanket. I'm sure you find some naked goodies underneath!"
Olav removed his only piece of clothing while Bill pulled the thin duvet aside. He was not erect, but far from flaccid. Colin grinned and stripped off his thong. Now he licked his fingers and put two of them into his own arse. With his other hand he made a killing job on his nipples. Pre-cum was already seen from the piss-slit.
"Kiss him, Olav!" Colin commanded his so-called piss-brother.
"But I haven't, I mean..." Olav hesitated.
"Don't be stupid, you are me now! Kiss the best lover in the world, go on." Colin moved the fingers from his boy-cunt to his sucking mouth.
The dad and the stand-in boy kissed like old lovers, and Colin had to watch while his dad's hands were all over the Bergen youngster, and finally found his arsecrack.
"Eat his nipples, bro, and take care of that cock for me - the cock I love. No time for a real foreplay. Sorry, but the party guys will soon be back!"
"Show me your cunt, son. I miss you even if Olav is almost as tight as you!" Bill had a tube of jelly ready and told Olav to grease up his cock.
Colin turned around and spread his arse-cheeks and played openly with his arse-muscles. His cunt-lips moved like a small mouth. Bill moaned at Olav's finger treatment and the sight from Iceland. He now used fat fingers to prepare Olav for his huge man-cock.
"Ride him, Olav. Ride him backwards. I want to see both your cocks." Colin again had fingers inside his open arse. Olav closed his eyes and struggled to take Bill's super erection. Colin grinned. He knew Bill was almost too big for the oral specialist, who was satisfied even when Colin tried to top him.
Three very horny guys started a sort of common fuck. Colin was really acrobatic when he placed his shoulders on the bed and placed his body upwards against the wall. When he then lowered his legs and spread them, he showed the viewers in Scotland his boy-cunt, his balls and his dick. The dick pointed just at his red face.
"I'mÉ I'mÉdamn!" Olav sent spurts of cum over his own body and Bill's. He had been wanking furiously while Bill fucked him from below. Now Bill lifted Olav off his body and placed him in front of the camera, while he gave his own pride some heavy jerks. Man-cream hit Olav's face and dripped down his body.
"I'm cumming, cumming, cumÉ" Colin could hardly speak. From above, he sprayed his spunk into his own mouth and over face and hair. He looked really soaked.
"Piss-brother, clean my dad for me will you, and Bill - I love you! Give Olav another kiss from me. I'll be home in two weeks. Keep my place in bed hot, eh?"
Colin cut the transmission. Jonas almost tore down the door when he rushed inside.
"Faen! What's going on?" Colin knew Jonas' Norwegian swearing.
"I just needed to do it my way when you left me for the girls!" Colin did nothing to clean up his face.
"I had no success." Jonas sat down on his bed. "You fancy a fuck tonight, Colin, or are youÉ?"
"Of course, follow me to the bathroom first. I need to piss, and you can help me with this spunk, I hope?" Colin left the room naked with Jonas following like a slave.
"I'm cumming, Torgeir. I'm cumming. You're the best. Iceland's best!" Colin was back in the swing in Southern Iceland, on the last day of their tour around the island. Torgeir had fucked him with all his skills and made the youngster cum twice during the short afternoon visit.
"I'm happy you came back. I had hoped to see more of you, but I understand." Torgeir unlocked the cuffs and handed Colin a homemade beer.
"I had to drop Vestmannaeyjar for this visit." Colin said. "You better show me next time!" He lifted the bottle. "Skal!"
"And tonight, maybe you could?" Torgeir asked.
"We will stay our last night at a cottage not far from here, Torsmork I think!" Colin hugged the man. "I had better follow the group!"
"I will give you a lift. We'll take the horses! Sigurdur and Ragnar will kill me for not telling them about your visit."
"We'll see you in Scotland for New Year then!" Colin tried to look very manly when he climbed onto the waiting horse.
The group had been walking underneath a famous glacier, and seen the tremendous landscape, with the river flooding below. After a great picnic with lots to eat and lots to drink, the group of forty were to sleep on the upper floors of the cottage. It was after midnight, mattresses lay on the floor, and they all brought their sleeping bags. It had been a long, exciting day and Colin fell asleep next to the wall. You had to crawl to find your place, but there was plenty of room, even a free mattress beside him.
In the middle of the night, Colin woke up. A man carrying a sleeping bag tried to walk between the sleeping students. He spread the bag, undressed and was about to crawl down into his own bag, but with one eye Colin saw that he turned towards him and very slowly unzipped his sleeping bag. Now Colin saw the nice face and felt the man's searching hands.
Colin spooned and opened for the fat fingers. Soon he had a stiff cock inside his boy-cunt. He looked at the man who used a finger on his lips to tell him to be silent.
"Why did you wait five days and five nights, Arn? I have longed for you every day - all week!" Colin helped the young librarian to find a good way to fill his love-tunnel this last night on Iceland. In the sleeping bag next to Colin on the other side a man opened his eyes and grinned. Jonas had to help himself tonight.
"I hope you find someone to take care of you when you land in Scotland!" Snorri gave Colin a handshake, then he hugged him tight. They were outside the security area at Keflavik airport. Colin turned and waved to others in the group who were also waiting for flights home. Petur and Arn waved back, and Colin gave a thumbs-up to Ari who like always was partly hidden behind a camera.
Colin was sorry to leave Iceland, but looked forward to Bill's bed and Bill's food, and longed for Kenny's open arms in their private boy-cave in Glasgow.
To be continued.