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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his older lover and other men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 99
The village was filled with music, dance and fun. The farmers from the surrounding area had set up stalls for the event and a travelling circus had pitched a marquee on the edge of the village. But the main afternoon event was the body-painting contest. Ten of Europe's most famous body-painting artists were gathered in the ancient market hall. On behalf of Monsieur Reynard, who sponsored the event, Pierre had worked to find twenty young boys and girls willing to be painted naked or partly naked, to take part in the show in front of a huge audience. All the `paintings' would be auctioned after the show, and the profit would go to the French cancer foundation.
Colin was very excited. He had agreed to be one of the young models. As an international underwear model, he was used to big audiences but he had never been into anything like this before.
The body-painting artists met the youngsters behind the stage and every model got a number. A girl and a boy were to be painted together, and the artist had to choose a theme linking the two. Closeness to a strange girl was Colin's nightmare, but Pierre had teased him and said that this was the best way for him to avoid a hard-on on stage. Getting an erection in public was another of Colin's worries.
"There must be a mistake here. Nine girls and eleven boys." Pierre was stressed. There had been some changes and nobody had told him.
"No problem!" Colin tried to help his friend. "Give me a sweet male partner and I'll be happy!" He was one big grin.
"I'll be your partner, foreigner. Am I sweet enough?" A youngster, close to Colin's size, blond and slim, took Colin's hand and blushed. "Keep me from those milkmaids," he whispered almost inaudibly and squeezed Colin's hand.
"Okay. Then we can begin andÉ" Pierre looked at the artists. "You have half an hour for preparation with your models. As you know, you have one hour in public to finish your artwork. Since this is an international contest you also have to choose a flag for your entry, gentlemen."
Colin was impressed when he saw Pierre today. Mr Reynard's `slave' was doing his job with authority.
"I'm Colin. I'm from Scotland!" Colin gave the bearded artist his hand.
"And I'm Leo!" The other boy followed. "I live in Paris, but I am visiting my relatives here."
"Good. Good. My fellow painters call me `Pastor' because I prefer religious motifs." The man, probably in his early forties, placed his hands on the boys' shoulders. "Let's have fun now. This is for charity, but that doesn't stop us enjoying ourselves. Undress now so I can see the screens for my artwork.
Colin looked around and stripped. There were only the three of them in the cubicle and he was naked in seconds. The other boy hesitated, but stripped off his t-shirt and shorts. He had some trouble with his socks and shoes, and he kept his baggy underwear on when he straightened up, holding his hands in front of a visible tenting.
"I understand that the rules give you the opportunity to wear a skin-coloured dance belt if you don't want to be completely naked." The man winked and smiled.
"And what will be your motif today, sir?" Colin asked. "A religious one again? Adam and Eve perhaps?" He grinned and added, "That wouldn't take long to paint as we can stay naked." He nudged Leo with his elbow. The boy still looked rather shy, but he pulled down his boxers and hurriedly covered a small dark blond bush and a half-hard dick much bigger than Colin's.
"A very good idea, Colin! You must be an entertainer." The man smiled.
"Who will be Eve?" Colin asked, again teasing.
"Neither!" the man answered. "And no Adam eitherÉI think!" He used both hands to touch the two bodies in front of him. He turned them around, he let his fingers follow their spines down to the crack between the round buttocks, he played with the nipples to make them erect, and he placed his big hands on the two pairs of hips in front of him before he stepped back and smiled. He was looking at two firm erections; one smiling boy, and one very insecure.
"Good! Very good!" The artist smiled. "I want you to grow a bit at the end of the show. I'll see to that, but we have a problem now. You can't walk in there fully erect and there is no cold shower here."
"Maybe we couldÉ?" Colin was playing with his bare cockhead.
"Go on, guys. Shouldn't take you long, you're both dripping already." The painter collected pre-cum from both young dicks and sniffed his fingers.
Colin forced Leo down on his knees and presented his cock to him. Leo was not a beginner and Colin was wanked hard. The playful guy winked at the man who was correcting his own bulge. The man liked the show and Colin wanted to give him more. There was some noise from the other participants, but the two boys ignored then and changed position. Leo was in a hurry. He mouth-fucked Colin with his 18 cm (7 inch) boy-cock and forced his dick down Colin's throat and held it there.
"Leo is a tough one, even if he looks like an ordinary young teen," Colin thought. Tears were filling his eyes from the throat penetration. "I'll give him a better hole."
"You're a real fucker, Leo. You want my boy-cunt, eh?" Colin turned around, bent over and spread his buttocks.
"You done this before, kid?" `Pastor' sounded a bit worried and he looked at his watch.
"Here in the country we put our pricks in any hole, sir," Leo grinned.
"I knew I could rely on a farm boy," Colin said, and opened up for his new partner who spat on his rather thin cock and was inside Colin in a hurry. Colin whined at the dry fuck, but the boy used one hand to cover Colin's mouth and the other to pinch his nipples.
"Take it. Take it!" Young Leo spunked inside Colin only minutes later. The young master used his arse muscles and squeezed the intruder. That resulted in him sending his own white load all over the cubicle floor.
"Okay, guys. Cool down now! Let's do some basic work, then we finish inside the hall." The artist worked with wide brushes and covered the boys' bodies in green, yellow and brown.
"Not easy to see what these colours have to do with Adam and Eve," Colin thought as he followed the other two out onto the stage. He smiled at the applause of the audience and then concentrated on `Pastor' as he started with the details. A scary-looking green snake started down by Colin's feet, curled around his body, up to his neck and down again. Tickling made Colin half-hard again when the painter finished the snake by painting his balls like the serpent's open jaws and his dick like the snake's split tongue. The last job made the tightly-packed audience applaud, and some dirty comments were heard. The look from the very serious artist stopped that.
Pastor' finished Leo next. No doubt; he was the apple tree from The Garden of Eden. Red apples filled the tree, the nipple fruits were tempting, and when he finally painted the forbidden apple' with a green flaccid prick as the stalk from a large red apple (Leo's balls), he got another loud applause.
The auction was next, and there was a draw to determine the order in which they would appear. `Adam and Eve' was the last entry. There was no Scottish saltire so Colin lifted with pride a rainbow-coloured flag and placed it on a stand beside the small podium. Again there were some dirty suggestions, but they were drowned in the cheering and applause from the public.
2,200 Euro, and a man with a white hat had made the highest bid so far. The auctioneer was probably crossing some limits when he touched the snake's tongue, already half-stiff, and made a comment about dangerous `spitting'. Then he tried to lift the red apple. The nervous Leo smiled, but stayed flaccid.
"2,500 Euro," cried a big, bearded man.
"Give me 3,000. Remember it's for a good cause!" the auctioneer shouted. The man with the white hat made the bid and the `Adam and Eve' painting was his for the day.
The next hour was free for the public to take photos, but no touching. Bill was there and so were Don and Kasim, but Mr Reynard, the sponsor, had left.
The winner of the auction stayed in the background, but then he came up to the boys. "We have a small party for you just around the corner," he said with a smile. "I think we may retire now and get some refreshments."
"I know where we are going!" Leo whispered to Colin.
"And I know that we were bought by your uncle. Your uncle is Mr. Martins, the doctor, eh?" Even covered in paint, Colin felt strange walking naked through the village street up to Dr. Martins' huge villa.
Guests filled the rooms to see the new painting'. Pastor', the artist was there, Pierre was there, Mr Reynard was there and so was the host that greeted the young couple with sparkling wine.
"You are probably too young for this Leo," Dr Martins handed him a glass. "Don't tell your dad."
"How old are you Leo?" Colin whispered.
"Fourteen!" Leo answered. "Fifteen next month. A votre sant, Adam." The boy lifted his glass to Colin.
The suggestions from the all-male guests became more direct and a bit dirty after some drinks, and when the snake had spat all over Eve (Leo) for the second time, and Adam (Colin) again had to bite the forbidden fruit, Mr Reynard asked Pierre for his private car. Adam and Eve were divorced, and sent out from the Garden of Eden. The sponsor of the event wanted `The Snake' for his own pleasure the rest of the night.
Colin had been frustrated for the whole of the next evening, probably because he knew that this was his last night at Reynard's estate for a while. The adventurous week was about to end, but thankfully two weeks of relaxation awaited him and Bill in the South of France before his Latin studies started in Milan.
He was also frustrated because he was drinking too much, and he didn't know why exactly. His Daddy was normally a slow drinker, and Kasim was never into drinks stronger than wine. All afternoon they had been resting on the patio, flirting with each other and flirting with Colin. Bill had brought the half bottle of Norwegian aquavit; a gift from Olav. Now they even toasted him after Colin had told them about Olav and his Uncle Thor's happy reunion in Cairo. None of them had really liked the liquor, but now the bottle was empty. Pierre had a night off, and he stayed in the village after the body-painting event. Even Reynard had left the group for, as he had said, an early night alone. Colin had watched Kasim's nephews playing computer games in Reynard's sitting-room so Colin had smiled to himself when the boy-hunter talked about `an early night alone'.
Colin had hoped to get one or both of the oldies' to take him to the guest suite for some sex play. Even after the fuck at the market, he remained very horny and ready for more. He had let his robe fall open and showed off his naked body as an invitation, but the gentlemen' scratching balls and adjusting bulges, had instead opened another bottle of wine. Although sexually frustrated, Colin was really tired too after the village show and the auditions on the previous two days. He had decided to let the two men stay in their own company. With a light kiss for his former stage-lover and a deep kiss for Bill, he left to take a shower and go to bed. Naked he had dived under the light feather duvet and fallen asleep almost as soon as his head reached the pillow.
Two hours later. The room was dark and it was dark outside. Two men entered Colin's bedroom through the mosquito curtain. The two were dressed in black, and placed themselves bare-foot beside the sleeping youngster. Both of them carried handcuffs and before Colin was fully awake, and understood what was happening, his hands and ankles were cuffed. One man placed himself on top of Colin's body; the other blindfolded him. Colin screamed and tried to escape. He was immediately muffled by a ball-gag being forced into his mouth.
The first guy caressed Colin's forehead. "Don't struggle, mon ami. Nothing bad will happen if you cooperate," he said in strongly-accented English.
"Juste amusant, juste amusant!" The other guy didn't even try English. The two men covered Colin's nudity with a thin blanket and carried him like a package out through the open door. He was placed beside one of the men in an open-topped Land Rover. Colin had tried to figure out if he knew these guys, but he didn't. However the car seemed familiar, and there was a distinct smell of horse.
Colin tried to follow the drive; first out from the farm, then left on the local road for some hundred metres, then left again into something that felt like open land, downhill, then across a bridge. Colin could hear music and voices, party music and party voices. He relaxed. "The bastards have drugged me, the damn aquavit!" Colin thought.
The Land Rover stopped and the two men lifted Colin out of the car. He felt a rough wooden floor under his bare feet when he was placed upright. The music and the voices had stopped, and somebody uncuffed his ankles. The two strong men directed the lad into a room, a room with a mixture of smells - horse, oil and leather, machinery and hay. Colin knew the room; he had been here before. Still forced by the two men, he was stripped of his cover. He was completely naked now. He felt a light draught when a door was opened, and the sounds told him that the room was being filled with bodies.
From above, Colin heard the sound of a chain running through a gear. A new man lifted the boy's arms and connected the chain to the cuffs. A sound was heard from a machine and the boy was lifted by his arms until his feet left the floor. Two men spread his legs and fitted them to rings. Colin knew one of the men's scent, Dr Martins!
"Far from the little girl business now!" Colin said to himself. Just the thought of the sex with that man and the exciting situation, made Colin's dick grow and grow to a dripping beauty. The lad's erection was met by a combination of laughter, cheers and applause. Dr Martins freed Colin from the blindfold and the ball-gag.
Colin was speechless as he looked around him. The barn at Castro's log-house was lit by candles only and when his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, he saw the people gathered in front of him. All of them were dressed in black leather thongs and boots. They all wore black masks as well, but Colin had seen most of the 10-12 men before. When looking closer he recognised some youngsters too, fully naked, but for small thongs and collars. Kasim's eldest nephews were there, and Colin recognised the lad from the horse mating, and two other youngsters he had seen around the stable. He spotted Leo, his partner from the body painting as well. The ones he looked for were not seen, but suddenly three men were close behind him.
"Welcome to the party, son!" Bill whispered, very hoarse.
"Nice to see you ready for action!" Kasim squeezed the boy's dripping dick.
"Hope you are ready for another fuck?" Castro put a finger inside Colin's boy-cunt.
When the three men moved to the front, Colin could see that the ones he adored most, were completely naked, except for the black boots. And all three were ready for hot action, no doubt. Colin grinned and looked up in the roof.
"Why have you covered up the spycams, Daddy?" Colin asked.
"Because this is the oldies night, son! And we are not for sale," Bill answered.
"But I'm for sale, Dad." Colin tried to sound insulted.
"No honey, not tonight! That's why you were kidnapped, love." Bill gave his son a real spank. "But I have to cage you now. There are too many men here who would like to fuck the brains out of you! And that will not happen! Find the double steel cage, Kasim, and give him some lube, Castro!"
Kasim brought the double chastity instrument Colin had experienced only once, a few years ago. He had called it `The Devil's Instrument'. Kasim showed off a curved steel rod with a cockring at one end and a steel ball at the other end. Kasim struggled to get the stiff cock and the balls through the ring but eventually it was fitted tight. The curved rod was then put between the boy's legs and the steel ball stretched the sphincter before it closed the boy-cunt to intruders. Castro tried to put Colin's hard-on into the steel cage, but despite its small size he had trouble.
"Fetch some ice cubes!" Castro ordered, and Bill brought a jarful from the temporary bar. Castro filled both hands with ice cubes and placed one underneath Colin's balls and the other around the bare glans. Colin squealed like a pig, but was rewarded with more ice cubes. Moments later, Castro managed to fit the see-through plastic cage to the ring and lock it with a plastic strap. The boy was double secured, and his cock would be in great pain if he grew hard again.
A bell was heard. "Midnight! Time for play! All undress!" Dr Martins shouted and then stripped off his jockstrap. Colin was excited as he watched as all the men and boys became naked, and then most of the boys went down on their knees to take care of one or two adults.
"What to do with this beauty?" Kasim said. He started to kiss Colin's nipples. Castro followed by caressing the boy's upper body, and Bill knelt and played with Colin's balls and upper thighs. All three had oily hands and after a long, hot treatment the hanging boy shone in the light from the torches. Bill kissed the boy deeply, while at the same time Kasim spanked his bubble butt. The one red mark from Castro's whip yesterday crossed the tanned buttocks. Castro pinched the teenager's balls and Colin moaned with lust, and pre-cum dripped through the steel cage that tortured his erection. He shivered.
"I think he is cold," Castro said. "I guess he needs some heating up, guys." Kasim went to a table filled with burning candles in all colours.
"You'd better close your eyes, love!" Bill was a little worried about the coming action, but he knew that Kasim was a specialist, and that he would never mark the boy for real.
The first drop of hot wax hit Colin's chest, the second his belly. Colin flinched, but did not scream. A red candle was held quite close and dripped hot wax on the nipples. Colin roared, and the naked men gathered around to see the action. Bill was uncertain, but Colin gave no stop sign and the cock was still struggling to get hard. With burning candles in both hands Kasim drenched the front of Colin's body in wax. Another dripping candle and Kasim hit the boy's caged cock with wax; a roar was heard again. Colin opened his eyes. They were wet with tears.
"I think he's warm enough now," Bill whispered. Then he took a pair of scissors and cut the plastic strap. Colin's dick was free and fully erect in seconds. The red and white wax fell off as the cock grew. Castro pulled the steel ball out from Colin's arse and helped Kasim to get the balls through the ring. The two men, Castro and Kasim, went down on their knees. One rimmed Colin's tormented arse, the other took the little cock deep inside his mouth and sucked. Bill kissed his son and played with his nipples, first soft, then hard, before giving him his tongue again for some hard mouth play.
Now Colin really was shaking. The sound of the chains was almost like bells. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming now. Please let me cum, Daddy! I love you!" Colin's balls were contracting and his breathing was changing. Bill pushed Kasim away and managed to get most of Colin's boy-milk in his mouth and on his face. The first shot landed among the nearest viewers. After eight spurts Colin was empty. Bill kissed Colin again and the two managed together to clean Bill's face of the boy's cum.
Dr Martins gave Colin some water, then he ordered him freed from the cuffs and chains. The boy was hugged by the three men that just had given him the tough treatment.
"You think you are finished with me now? The entertainment is over, eh?" Colin grinned. A naked boy was handling the three guys new beers. "I want some fucking now, guys, and I want some real fucking. Don't you think I deserve that now?"
"You deserve a real spank. That's what you need, young man!" Bill tried to sound serious. "Bring him to the pillory guys, and let me find the horse whip!"
Colin was placed in the old pillory with his bum lifted and his legs bound wide. Bill was back with the huge whip and there was silence in the room when he raised his arm. The first stroke hit the wooden bar between Colin's head and one hand. Again Bill lifted the whip and a smack was heard when he hit the other side of the pillory. Bill was excited, his stiff cock was swinging up an down. He went up to Colin. "You okay, son?" he asked the silent boy.
"Just give me a red back, Daddy, but make me cum again. I want your cock. sir...please."
Bill rolled up the whip and spat on the leather handle. Then he spread the arse cheeks and found Colin's rosebud. After Castro's rimming, Colin was quite open. Bill fucked Colin with the handle until the small cock again started to drip.
"I have to piss, Daddy...badly," Colin gritted his teeth.
"Go on!" Castro said. The boy wet the wooden floor underneath the pillory while Bill continued the treatment.
Bill found a tub of lubricating jelly. The audience had hoped for a fucking finale, and they got it. Kasim and Bill made their huge cocks ready, as did Castro who was even better hung. What the onlookers hadn't expected was that the three men prepared their arses too, all of them. Bill bent down and took hold of the pillory. He turned to Colin and grinned when Kasim mounted him without mercy. At the same time Castro, very carefully this time, filled up Bill's son and lover. Father and son were heavily fucked in the barn that night. Colin was the first to cum - with a howl he again spunked hands-free. Kasim and Carlo then changed places. Kasim had no trouble following Castro, but Bill was clearly in pain when Castro mounted him. Soon Bill and Colin moaned side by side. Carlo was the next to cum. He pulled out of Bill's arse, hurried around the pillory and drenched Colin's face in spunk. Bill then pushed Kasim aside and gave Colin the fuck he waited for.
"Do me hard, Dad. Let me cum again, let me, take me, fuck me, love me, Dad, I love you, I love you!" Colin cried when Bill withdrew and sent cum all over his body. Kasim came at the same time, but he let his cum fill Colin's arse.
"Give the boy a full blessing, all of you!" Dr Martins wanked his cock and drenched Colin in more spunk. "But stay away from his face. His dad's order!"
A lot of the men emptied themselves, and some of the boys too, so Colin really got a real blessing there in the French barn. In the dark night, three men carried Colin to a sink filled with hot water and washed him carefully with six hands. Free from spunk, piss and wax he was wrapped in a huge towel and carried to Carlo's bed. He was asleep when Carlo put a duvet over him, and kissed him. The three still naked men went back to the barn for another beer. The night was still young.
The TGV left Gare de Lyon and headed south for the French Riviera. Both Colin and Bill were tired after the heavy night in the barn, and both of them had a hangover after too much drinking the night before. Now Colin curled up close to Bill who had a protective arm around his dear son. The nap in the comfortable First Class seats ended when a French voice announced `Gare de Lyon. Lyon Part-Dieu'. Colin hurried to the toilet with a bulging hard-on. He had been dreaming of Castro who had fucked him to heaven the night before. He bumped into a young TGV conductor who grinned when he saw Colin's aroused state.
"Why are you grinning?" A yawning Bill stretched his arms when Colin returned.
"Have you ever tried to pee in a train toilet running through the landscape at 300 km per hour and, on top of that, struggle with a stiffy that never goes down?" Colin bumped himself down beside his dad. Bill did not comment, just rolled his eyes.
The young conductor had passed them three times during the last fifteen minutes and Colin had spread his legs while smiling at him. "Stop the flirting, clown!" Bill admonished his boy. "You are mine alone for the next two weeks, remember?"
"Serious?" Colin looked at him.
"Serious!" Bill answered.
The train left Lyon and the two travellers were served a chilled drink from the bar. "What do you know about Frejus?" Bill asked.
"Not much. It was an old Roman town, I've heard, colonised by Julius Caesar more than 2000 years ago. Once an important harbour, but then the landscape changed and today the town is some distance from the sea." Colin smiled. He had done his research.
"Nearly correct, but the neighbouring town, St-Rapha`l, has an excellent harbour and we will be staying in a place called Frejus-plage, close to the border between the two towns." Bill was lecturing, but he saw the teasing look in his dear son's face.
"That's where you fell in love with Jules, wasn't it?" Colin patted his dad's knee, looked around and lowered his voice. "Jules, who looked like a French movie-star and was a real Adonis!" the boy continued.
Bill blushed and coughed. "How do youÉ?" He lowered his voice too.
"You have his picture in your secret album, remember, and on the back you have written: `1990. Jules my love Đ my Adonis'."
"It's not a secret album!" Bill blushed again. "I have no secrets from you, son." Colin almost climbed into Bill's lap when he kissed him long and tenderly.
"Please tell me about Jules then, Daddy. We will meet him this evening, right?" Colin was back in his own seat, still very close to Bill.
"Aye, Jules has organised our stay. I haven't met him for 30 years, but he found me on Facebook last winter and invited us to stay. He owns flats near the beach and he could even organise a boat for us if we wish." Bill was happy to share the formal facts.
"My love, my Adonis!" Colin proclaimed as if he was on a stage. Bill did not react much now.
"Yes, I fancied him for some weeks. I was doing a job in Cannes; tried to become an exclusive journalist for magazines. I was thirty and stupid! I wanted to write a story about "The French sin Đ France after Brigitte Bardot." He paused. "You probably haven't heard about her, or am I wrong?"
"The save-the-animals activist who had been a French sex-bomb actress?" Colin answered.
"Right! Jules was thirty like me, worked for the Film Institute, and had girls on every finger!" Again Bill paused.
"But still he ended up in bed with you, Dad." Colin smiled. "I understand him. You must have been better in bed than any girl!"
"That's what I thought too, love, stupid as I was. But what he wanted was different - him and me, and then girlsÉ not my thing you see, so the relationship cooled down pretty quickly.He sent me Christmas cards for a while though." Now Bill grinned.
"And how will the Adonis look like today, do you think? Sixty, eh?" Colin could have bitten his tongue off as soon as he said that. His daddy, nearly sixty, was in his own eyes as sexy as any grown-up man could be.
"Bald and a potbelly, I guess. We'll wait and see!" Bill closed his eyes. He had nothing more to tell his son about the young French actor who had fucked him day and night for a week while also having fantasies about his bare-chested and super-sexy girl pinups.
"Frejus, St-Rapha`l Đ sortie gauche," The conductor announced as the TGV slowed down for the first real stop in the French Riviera.
Bill and Colin were standing outside the modern station building when a grey sports car arrived in front of them. From the front seat a young man, probably in his early thirties, jumped out. He was dressed in a light blue city shorts and an open white shirt.
The dark-haired, well-tanned, young man gave Bill his hand. "Bienvenue au sud! Je suis Julien." Bill smiled and took the man's hand, but was suddenly out of words.
"Mercie. Je suis Colin. Mon pre est un peu chaud!" Colin grinned and took the young man's hand. Bill really looked as if he had got a serious attack.
"My father had to go to Cannes for business this afternoon," the young man continued in English. "He was sorry he couldn't welcome you here, but he will see you later this evening. Until then you have to make do with me!" He smiled with the whitest teeth and the darkest eyes you could imagine. The young man took hold of Bill's suitcase and went in front of him to the car. Bill giggled when Colin pinched his buttocks.
"St-Rapha`l has really changed since I was here last time. Looks like Cannes in older days!" Bill had got his normal colour back. They were driving along the beach street.
"We got a new harbour just a few years ago, and a beach walk like the other Riviera cities. The new fish auction hall is here too, along with a lot of new restaurants. Good, but expensive, I'm afraid! "Julien was the born guide.
"On your right you have many good, and not too expensive, restaurants. I can recommend that one with green hoarding - marvellous `moules' - and the Italian one on the corner there - the best homemade pizza in town." Julien's hand touched Bill every time he used it to underline his recommendations. Bill did not pull away.
"Now we cross the border between the towns, a small river, dry during summer. On the left you have one of the few beach nightclubs!" Julien turned his head and looked at Colin. "You have to keep the eye-candy back there on a leash, sir. The ladies will eat him if you let him free."
Colin blushed. The Adonis' son had called him eye-candy. "Just wait!" Colin thought. "Just wait!"
Julien stopped in front of a modern apartment hotel, close to the beach, and close to a huge marina filled with sailing boats and yachts of all sizes.
For the second time that day Bill lost his ability to speak. Colin and Bill had been settled with Julien on the fantastic terrace of a seventh floor apartment. Julien had served them a chilled kir royale from the well-stocked fridge. Now Julien, Snr was standing in the terrace doorway with open arms.
"Wow!" Colin had to use a hand to stop his own words. "Bald, potbelly!" He thought. The arriving man was nothing like that. The dark hair had a grey drizzle, the tanned skin was a bit darker than his son's, the slim body showed some dark hair at the top of an open tennis shirt while the upper legs beneath the white tennis shorts were hard. So too was the butt inside the tight shorts.
Colin had to swallow when he saw his dad in this man's arms, and he was nearly ashamed when he felt his own dick hardening again.
"Nice to see you here, Willy. You are still the same fit-looking guy." The tall man matched Bill, and the French-style kisses on the cheek were a bit hotter than normal among friends. "And here's why you stay young, I understand." The man hugged Colin who had stood up to greet him without reservations. "Even hotter than the pictures you sent me!" Julien Snr's hands touched Colin's neck, his back and his butt before he let him free from the embrace.
"Why don't you take Colin to see "Annabell," garon? I'll take his dad down to the garage to demonstrate the car to him, okay?" Julien Snr sat down beside Bill on the sofa and did nothing to hide that there was still a strong bond between the two. The chin-wagging had come to an end, and Julien Snr had opened another bottle of champagne.
"Annabell" was a beauty of a yacht, not the biggest around, but not the smallest either. Julien helped Colin down from the bridge to the huge cabin on the lower deck, a cabin furnished like a luxurious hotel-suite. The king-size bed was like an invitation, and there was no need for more small-talk.
"You believe the two upstairs are looking at a car, honey?" Julien winked. Colin's gaydar was responding.
"No, Julien. I'm not as innocent as you believe. I guess they will try to see if there is still something between them after 30 years apart." Colin adjusted his erection.
"You know they were lovers once?" Julien sounded surprised. "Thought it was our secret. Not even MumÉ"
"You have a mother?" Colin felt stupid.
Julien grinned. "Thought everybody had a mother!" he said.
"I meanÉstupidÉ" Colin was warm and excited. "Is your father married? That's what I meant to ask."
"Not just now, I thinkÉ" Julien put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "Let's forget the old ones, eh?"
Colin looked into Julien's dark eyes. "May I play with the big stiff one that struggles inside your shorts then?"
"Please go on. I thought you would never ask, even my girlfriends are more direct?" Julien stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks.
"Girlfriends? You have many?" Colin remembered what Bill had said about Julien Snr's specialities.
"Forget them now!" Julien undressed Colin who willingly let the French Adonis strip him completely. He sniffed Colin's damp-patch before he threw the tiny piece of underwear on the bed. "But like my father, I love to fuck a girl while I have a huge man-cock up my ass."
"Well, I can't offer you that, but my tongue and my mouth will have you screaming." Colin found it wise to respond with the same coin. Now he started to play with Julien's upper body. The tits were encircled by some dark hair. Colin bit the nipples to heavy moaning from the young man. Colin found Julien's belt and opened it slowly before he pulled down the shorts. He sniffed the bulge through the fabric of the thin underwear and gently bit the visible cock. Julien suddenly took command. He stripped off his underwear and showed off his dark bush and the super-stiff cock pointing upwards to the left. "A very normal size," Colin thought.
"Show me that you can do more than talk!" Julien lifted the naked Colin and placed him on the bed. Then he climbed on the top of the youngster, turned around and pushed his cock into Colin's mouth while he, with eagerness and force, swallowed Colin's dripping hard-on.
Colin had some trouble pulling the man's long foreskin back from the glans, but when he had done so and used his lips, Julien trembled as if he was close to the edge already. Colin was very excited too, but this was not the kind of sex he enjoyed. Even Kenny at home was more loving.
Colin managed to get Julien to turn around. "Don't hurry, darling. You don't have to show off for me. I do like you. You're the cutest guy I've met in France." Colin paused and found Julien's neck and ears. "I'm no whore, Julien. I want to make love to you, okay? You will let me?" Julien's answer was clear enough. His lips and tongue met Colin's in a long and passionate kiss.
"You like my `Annabell', Colin?" Julien Snr was very close to him, but about to leave. Colin wished he could have brushed his teeth before a new embracement. His mouth had been more than filled with Julien's salty spunk just minutes earlier.
"I have asked your son to stay overnight with us, sir. He told me he has a private cruise in the yacht booked for tomorrow. If that's okay with you, Dad?" Colin smiled his most begging smile.
"Okay, but he can stay in the boat." Julien Snr was the one that answered. "I will see you next week, darling. I'm sorry to leave you for tennis in Korea tomorrow. We are building a new field there, you see. Junior will be at your service when he returns from the group." Bill saw his old lover out. The kiss in the doorway was a bit reserved, Colin thought.
"Why do you like to screw girls, young man? Your father taught you to?" Bill had one hand around the naked Julien, squeezing his nipples; the other hand played with his bubble butt. He had already one finger deep inside the young man's arse searching for his love button.
"My favourite sport, sir!" Julien answered but had problems talking clearly.
"Why do you love my fingers fucking your ass then?" Bill forced the second finger deep inside the whimpering young man. "Have you ever met a girl who could play with your ass like I do?"
"No, sir! No. Never. You are so damn sexy and you know how to...ahh." Julien rolled his eyes and moaned. Bill deep-fucked him with three fingers now.
"Don't make him conceited, darling!" Colin was playing with Julien's dripping cock. Colin had picked up the young man from the boat minutes after his father had left, and Bill had undressed the two youngsters on his son's advice.
"Now, show me how you fuck your girlfriends. I'm sure Colin's cunt is tighter than any pussy you have screwed!" Bill's way of dirty talking surprised Colin, but made him even hornier. He moved onto his hands and knees, spread his legs and lifted his butt. The completely hairless body was on full display to the men.
Julien needed a push to understand that he was allowed to go on. But then he showed his licker skills, and when Bill afterwards lubed Colin's boy-cunt with jelly, Julien knew that he soon would be fucked in a sandwich by his dad's former lover while he fucked the lover's son!
"Quite a love scene," Colin thought. He was pleased at having been able to tell Bill that Julien loved being fucked by a big cock while he fucked one of his girlfriends.
Bill helped Julien to open Colin's cheeks, and the young man himself knew how to go on. With a shout, Julien was inside. The super-stiff, upright cock, made Colin really excited. The size was not impressive, but the long and short fucking combinations from the young man massaged his prostate.
"I must wait," Colin thought. "Think of girls. Think of dirty cunts. Try, relax, relax!" Colin talked to himself and cooled down. He knew what was coming now. Billed greased up his thick 24 cm (9.5 inch) man-cock. Three big fingers had been inside the young man. Bill knew that this youngster was used to being fucked, and probably hard too. He only knew the guy's father from what Bill had told him but he was sure they were two of a kind.
Julien stopped fucking when Bill penetrated him. Bill paused and let the man become familiar with the stuffing. Then he forced his cock to the bottom. Julien moaned but stayed super-hard inside Colin.
After some minutes of hard double-fucking, Bill re-arranged the young bodies. He wanted to watch his son so Colin moved onto his back. Julien helped Colin to hold his legs up and was inside him again. Bill then bottomed the young Frenchman in a single thrust. Colin felt the movement from the two bodies and could not stay cool any longer.
"I'm, I'mÉ" That's all he said before he had his second hands-free spunk this first day on the Riviera. Colin's arse-muscles gripping his cock made Julien finish too. As he did with his girlfriends, he managed to get his cock free, gave it some hard wanks, and shot his load of man-milk over Colin's face and upper body.
Bill, dirty as ever, showed the youngsters who was the boss when he forced them to lie side by side while he wanked his super-cock above them. He let the two taste the wet glans before he drenched both of them with his thick, creamy spunk. Julien, a bit shy at first, had to help Colin to lick the love-cream from three hot bodies.
"Who is the best, me or my papa?" Julien grinned.
"You are your father's son, garon. I think you are as hot as he was thirty years ago; maybe he has something to offer still!" Bill went to the bathroom.
Julien put an arm around Colin. "I'll be back on Friday. Then I will show you this coast's secret treasures from the sea." He played with Colin's stiffening dick, and I hope you will stay naked for the whole trip." Colin closed his eyes and smiled.
The next five days were a dream. Colin and Bill cruised the Riviera from St Tropez to Monte Carlo in the open sports-car. Colin teased the onlookers on the beaches in Nice and Cannes. He climbed the red mountains with his dad and lover. He was sucked off by him on the top of the mountain and inside the spooky deserted house by the coast. But above all, the two made love in bed and on the terrace early morning and late at night.
"We have no naturist beaches around here, but there are a lot of small places for full freedom. Look at the cliff there for instance!" Julien let the boat follow the coast from Saint Rapha`l in the direction of Cannes. Nude men waved from the cliff and Colin, dressed as when he was born, waved back from the front deck.
"This is my favourite place." Julien switched off the boat's engine. They were in a small bay close to the red mountains, cliffs on two sides, and a wonderful small beach at the bottom. "Safe to swim here, Colin. Sometimes families visit the beach, so better stay in the water if you are naked when you see them. France is not like Germany, you know!"
Colin made a superb dive from the boat into the crystal-clear water. "Follow him, Julien. I don't want him to be alone out there." Bill took his hand from Julien's tanned shoulder. The young man stripped off the shorts he had been wearing, went outside on the front deck, and dived into the water close to Colin. Bill watched as the pair headed for the beach.
The anchor held the boat on place. Bill took off his only piece of clothing and lay down in the Mediterranean sun. He could not but smile when he watched the two nude Adonises climb the cliff. The abandoned house was at the top. Colin had already spunked off up there the other day, and made the house his property as he had proclaimed.
"One more week down here and then three weeks in ItalyÉ life is good!" Bill yawned, feeling a bit tired after a long morning love-session. He didn't even cover up his lower parts when he saw a lady with binoculars watch him from another boat. Instead he spread his legs, and closed his eyes. He heard shouting from Colin who dived from the nearest cliff.
Colin and Bill had to change trains in the border town of Ventimiglia. They had chosen regional trains from Saint Raphael to Genova. After a couple of days as tourists in Genova they were to meet their hosts in Milano.
"Your old lover disappointed you, Daddy?" Colin and Bill were sitting in the shade in a beautiful Italian garden close to the station while waiting for their connecting train.
"Well, his son didn't disappoint me, so the stay was perfect," Bill grinned. "I would have guessed that the old hunter only was after you, and I know his skills as a fucker, so I'm sure he fitted you well."
"You were jealous when your old lover fucked me beside you in bed, Daddy, even if you were doing what you could to please young Julien." Colin pinched Bill's belly.
"Aye, I grew damn jealous when I saw the old man fuck the brains out of you, and you seemed to love it a lot, my little slut!" Bill smiled.
"Stop talking dirty, Dad. You'll make me horny again. Maybe we could take a trip to the ruins over there, and you could show me that you are hotter than the old French Adonis who didn't look for your arse this time." Colin did nothing to hide his hard-on.
"You were fucked in the Roman ruins in Frejus yesterday too, young Julien told me. You were supposed to study the local Coliseum, weren't you? Quite a student these days! You need a real spank more than love, eh?" Bill tried to be father-like.
"Julien wanted to lock me in chains like they did with the slaves down there, and then he fucked me, yes. I screamed and wanted to be freed, but nobody heard me!" Colin grinned. "So he went all the way with me. What do you say, Dad?"
"I still say that you are a slut, but a very nice one. The one and only slut I love!" Bill lifted Colin and placed him on his lap, before he gave his son and lover the most French of all wet kisses.
The days in Genova had been a bit strange. Bill had gone back to writing and Colin had found his books for the first time in weeks. Tours around the historic city, fantastic local food and wine, and carefree love-life took them back to their daily life before Colin went to University. There was no stress, no need to pretend.
Monday midday, and they had just left the train on arrival at Milan Central station. Two men were waiting for them at the end of the platform, both with open arms.
"Welcome, bambino," Signore Beroni, executive in charge for the Italian-American company behind JustColin, and chairman of the Latin linguistic institute, hugged Colin and almost lifted him off the ground.
Beside him was Sergio, the boyish Milan photographer in his late forties, but who looked and behaved like a backpacker from the Sixties. Dressed in a colourful Mediterranean summer costume, he was a great contrast to Signore Beroni who was dressed in a formal off-white summer suit.
"Let's go to my local restaurant for some refreshment and some light food. You must be starving," Signore Beroni waved to two young men who were there in seconds to take the guests' luggage. The huge black car outside the station was opened by a uniformed driver. Bill and Colin had met `high-class' Italy.
Sergio didn't really fit into this role, but he jumped in the rear seat close to Colin and put an arm around his shoulder. "I have organised the night for us tonight," he whispered.
"But first we must discuss your stay in the Monastery," Signore Beroni added.
"Monastery?" Colin was one huge question.
"Yes, the Board thought that was the best way for you to study Latin, since you only have three weeks here. And the weekends you will have with me and your dad at Lago Garda, of course." Signore Beroni went on before Colin could ask more questions. The car stopped outside the entrance to a white building and a well-dressed porter opened the doors for the guests. When Colin turned around on the stairs his eyes found La Scala opera house, and nearby the malls where he went on the stage as a model a year before, almost naked. It was fun to be back.
`The light meal' was a superb lunch, accompanied by Prosecco and sparkling water.
"Sergio will go with you to meet Mr Baird and the Italian directors for the signing of the contracts," Signore Beroni said as he looked at Bill. He was without doubt giving orders. "And you, my bambino belle, I hope you will come with me to the Institute and meet the board. We will discuss the weeks here for you!" The man in his early fifties, very fit, and very distinct, rose and left the table with a hand on Colin's shoulder. Colin had dressed quite smartly for this day; white city shorts and a black cut top that left a small strip of tanned skin visible.
After another short trip in the limo, Sergio and Bill left and Colin stayed beside Signore Beroni in the rear seat. The man gave an order to the chauffeur who switched the glass panel between them to opaque mode. The already one-way glass in the car's windows gave Signore Beroni and Colin full privacy.
The man put his arms around the boy and hugged him tight, and then let his hand play with the dressed body. Colin would probably have felt uncomfortable but he remembered Sergio's words in the castle tower the previous year. `He's like Reynard, they are two of a kind!' Colin also remembered the side-view through the blindfold that night, seeing Reynard and Beroni being sucked by two local youngsters while his own dad fucked him to climax.
"May I undress you, bambino? I want to see if you are as cute as last year." The man had started to undress Colin and the youngster helped. He was already fully aroused and when Signore Beroni peeled his tiny bikini off, his little cock was shining with pre-cum. A manicured finger caught a drop and sniffed it before he licked it, and then repeated the action.
"Please show me your arse, bambino. You are still tight?" The man used a wet finger to inspect Colin's boy-cunt. Colin was so horny. The situation was unique. They were driving in a huge limo through Milan's streets. A naked and finger-fucked Colin could see the traffic outside but they couldn't see him.
"You will allow me to suck you, sir?" Colin asked. The man was tenting, no doubt.
"No baby, you owe me nothing. I've already had my pleasure by looking at your beautiful body!" The man smiled. "But I see you are not far from spilling your boy-milk. I would love to taste that!"
Colin spread his legs and then went up on his knees. With his hands on the headrest, his stiff, dripping dick was just outside the man's mouth. Colin was uncertain if he was to wank or if the Signore would use his mouth and tongue. The car made the decision for them. A fast start after a red light and Colin's cock was all inside the mouth in front of him, and stayed there. Minutes later, Colin tried to withdraw. "I'm cumming, sir. Sorry, sirÉ I'mÉeh!" Signore Beroni did not let him go. With a fast grip around Colin's buttocks he locked onto the boy, and the boy filled him with the milk he wanted, again and again and again. Not a drop was spilled on the white suit.
"I hope you are ready to meet the board." Signore Beroni had been inside the bathroom with him the whole time while Colin washed himself. Even when he pissed, the man had been beside him and Colin had not turned away. If the man had been a fucker he could have had Colin's arse just there. But now Colin had to concentrate. He was in Milan for a three weeks scholarship in Latin, which could be repeated if he wanted.
The meeting with the board had been a pleasure, and the night out with Sergio and Bill had been a dream. The underwear presentation in front of a group of cheering men had been great, and when Colin started to change on stage instead of moving to the changing room, the whole set had been another strip show event, filmed by Sergio.
Now the world had changed completely. Bill had left with Sergio for the estate at Lago Garda. Colin and Signore Beroni were to meet the Prior in the monastery where Colin was to live and study for three weeks. Not a sound but their own footsteps was heard when they entered using the old stairs.
The not too serious prior welcomed Colin, first bowing, then reaching out his hand, before in the end, he hugged him like a family member.
"Welcome to the monastery, young man. I'm happy that we might give you some feeling for the rich Latin language. I have read your paper about your proposed thesis - impressive!" The old man smiled, and then turned to Signore Beroni. "Young Colin will be our dear guest, but he has to follow the normal rules of the monastery while he is here. I think it's best that he dresses like a novice."
"He is well prepared, Padre. There will be no problem!" Signore Beroni touched Colin's arm. "He's my private responsibility." Colin could not understand why the two men exchanged strange smiles.
The Prior rang a small bell and a monk appeared very quietly from the background.
"Take our guest to his quarters, Father Antonio." The Prior looked at Colin and sat down at his desk.
"You will share a cell with young Paolo. He is prepared to help with all the arrangements for you, Colin. He knows the rules and he will help you with your studies. If you please, you are both welcome to meet me for your first private lesson after the midday prayer." The man saw that Colin gave Signore Beroni an uncertain look, so he continued: "Of course you are welcome to follow the religious ceremonies in the monastery too, but that's all up to you."
"Thank you, Father. I'm sure all practices here are important for my understanding of our common basic language!" Colin bowed and felt that the time for the audience had gone. He gave Signore Beroni his hand and left the room behind the silent monk.
Colin was excited. He had just been told that he was to share room with another guy, a young novice, Paolo. Suddenly he thought about his roomy at home, Kenny. Strange to swap him with what he thought would be a book-worm of an Italian monk.
The two passed a beautiful sheltered garden. The monks working there rose and smiled to him, but did not talk. The man in front was silent too. Without knocking, the monk went into a small room with two beds and a chair. A young man in a monk robe had been lying on the bed. Now he rose and acted as if he had done something really wrong. Father Antonio smiled, touched Colin's back as if telling him to greet the other youngster. Then he turned, went out the door and disappeared.
Colin swallowed. Paolo was the most beautiful Italian man he had seen - tall, slim, broad-shouldered. His hair was shaved, but not completely. His lips were red and wet, and the white smile made Colin shiver.
"Welcome to my lounge, Colin!" Paolo said. He bowed and then hugged him.
"I'm glad you talk. I thought everybody was silent here!" Colin grinned.
"Just between second morning payer and midday." Paolo continued. "But I'm not a monk yet, so I am excused. But sometimes I'm punished for my laughter." He displayed a huge smile, then he took hold of Colin's light luggage and placed it under one of the beds.
"I am to wear a robe like you, the Prior said. You can help me with that?" Colin sat down on the bed, uncertain about the rules. "And I have to pee, whereÉ how?" Suddenly he blushed in front of this young lad.
"I'll find your robe and then I'll show you around. You can wait that long?" Paolo took a firm grip of his own crotch and hurried out the door.
Moments later he was back with a brown robe, a leather belt, a pair of sandals and something that looked like white underwear. Colin lifted the heavy item. He hadn't seen anything like it since the last time he watched an old-fashioned Western movie. "I think I will use my own underwear, if that doesn't break the rules." Colin placed his body on the bed, then he started to undress.
"I break the rules too," Paolo said. "It's too hot now, much too hot to wear those things. I wear old football shorts, or I stay naked underneath. Try that, it's fun. Nobody will check on you, I'm sure. The real monks have to wear a chastity belt, but as a novice I can chose to stay without."
Suddenly the young stripper went shy in the small cell close to another youngster. He turned to face the bed when he stripped off his shorts and the bikini-briefs. "Damn!" he thought. The devil between his legs was super-hard. He had to turn around when Paolo helped him with the robe. Colin saw that the young man swallowed, but he did not comment.
The two new room-mates hurried to the old-fashioned bathroom, and Colin managed to do what he came for.
It was early evening. The beautiful summer day had gone and now there was a storm with heavy rain and thunder. Paolo and Colin sat facing each other in the small room and listened to the weather. It had been a busy day. Two prayers in the church, two lessons with the Prior, one study in the huge library, and then finally a rich supper where the monks were all but silent.
In the last few hours Paolo had told Colin about his dramatic life and why he was here in the monastery. Colin had responded by telling the parts of his story that he found `suitable' for a new mate. When the stone-built room appeared to tremble from the lightning, Paolo placed himself tight beside Colin who put an arm around him.
"Do you hate the lady who sent you here?" Colin asked, afraid to be too personal.
"No, no, I love her. I still love her." Paolo looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
"But she was your teacher, and she was 20 years older than you. How could she say that you raped her? You had given her the sex she wanted from you since you were twelve, you said." Colin comforted the youngster his own age.
"Her husband found us and threatened to kill both of us. My father helped me out of it, and sent me to the monastery." Paolo rested his head on Colin's shoulder. "Better than jail!" he whispered to himself.
"No sex for two years then. No girls?" Colin looked at the young face. The boy was taller than him, and broader, but just now Colin was the mature one. Paolo shook his head. "No men either? How can that be with a lot of hungry men around?" Colin found Paolo's upper leg and squeezed it.
Paolo spread his legs. "They are so kind to me, most of them. Fight amongst themselves to follow me into the bathroom at the end of the week. They tell me that young boy-milk make them younger." Paolo looked at Colin. Now he smiled.
The thunder grew louder. The cell was lit by bright flashes through the high placed windows.
Colin took a firmer hold of the trembling body, then he told Paolo about Kenny, thunderstorms and the double-bed.
"Is Kenny your boyfriend?" Paolo asked. His dark eyes met Colin's.
"No, he's not my boyfriend. He's my fuck-buddy!" Colin placed one hand on Paolo's front.
"What's a fuck-buddy?" Paolo asked.
"A mate that just fucks you when he feels for it, or when I ask for it! No dramatic love scenes. No side talk, and from time to time a small fight too. Great!" Colin felt movements inside Paolo's robe.
"Let us put the beds together, mate. I would like you to be my fuck-buddy tonight!" Colin squeezed the young novice's weapon; a huge weapon, it seemed.
They managed to move Colin's bed beside Paolo's bigger one. They were ready, but suddenly shy. A flash of lightning helped them. Colin undressed first. He pulled off his robe and was naked but for the bikini-briefs he had worn all day. Then he helped Paolo with his belt and robe. The youngster was completely naked underneath. Colin swallowed. He had got a glimpse of Paolo's cock when they had visited the bathroom together, but now Colin saw the glory that had made this boy a super-fucker among the girls in his hometown, and was envied by more than one man.
"Wow, you are huge! That's really a beauty!" Colin knelt and took hold of the heavy erection in front of him. It was 25 hot centimetres (just over 10 inches) long, quite thick too, and as straight and hard as an arrow. Paolo moaned at every movement from the trained sucker.
Colin pushed Paolo down onto the bed, then he climbed over him, turned around and let the young monk take care of his `little man' while he resumed sucking the big one.
Minutes later Colin had to stop. He was so horny and very close to cumming, while Paolo just moaned and moaned. Now Paolo sat up beside Colin on the bed. "Let me be your fuck-buddy." He smiled.
"We need some cream or something, Paolo. You are so huge!" Colin looked around. He had seen a bottle of olive oil. "Lick me first and grease me up! You like me as a girl or a donkey?" Colin lay on his front and spread his legs.
After a moment's hesitation, Paolo gave Colin's boy-cunt his tongue. Then he lay down on his back while Colin oiled his cock. "My teacher loved to ride me, Colin. Please do it. Please do it," Paolo begged.
Colin would have loved Paolo to be the more active one, but he climbed on to his new mate. While the thunder continued, he let Paolo penetrate and bottom him, and then he forced him to do the fucking from underneath. Colin was the first to reach an orgasm. Hands-free, he spunked off and soaked the broad body underneath him. Paolo came only minutes later deep inside Colin's tunnel. The big Italian lad cried like a child. His first fuck in two years was part of the storm outside. Colin turned around. First seeming unwilling but then with force, Paolo licked Colin clean direct from the boy-cunt up his body until he almost reached his face.
The pair had slept very close, under one blanket. When Colin woke up, all was silent; the storm had gone. He felt fingers working with his arse. Then he heard a voice whisper, "Fuck-buddy, just fucks when he feels for it." Lying on his side, Colin opened up just like he would have done for Kenny at home, and let Paolo empty himself inside his warm arse cheeks.
The next time Colin woke up, he heard the church bells. "Early morning prayers!" Paolo informed him, then he dressed in a hurry and ran off. Twenty minutes later he was back in the cell. He undressed, pulled the blanket off the still sleeping Colin, lifted his butt, spread his legs and was inside him before Colin was fully aware of what was happening. The two had a `ride to heaven' fuck that morning. Colin used all his skills, and so did Paolo, and when the two fainted almost in a simultaneous orgasm they had settled their agreement as fuck-buddies.
Colin had fallen asleep in Signore Beroni's lap in the back seat of the black limo, heading for a weekend at Lago del Garda. It was Friday afternoon. Colin had been studying in the library all morning; he had been to his weekly summit with the Prior, and above all he had been in bed with Paolo twice, and then fucked by the young novice in the bathroom after midday prayer.
The Scottish student had gone through a week he would remember for a long time. He had made progress in his Latin studies and he had felt how it was to be in a male dominant closed society, and for the first time in his life he had seen people driven by a religious belief. But above all he had been drained completely of his young boy-milk. He had been through a series of orgasms day and night. Paolo had been a fuck-buddy like nobody Colin had ever met. The day before had been the most `entertaining.' Paolo had wanted him after every prayer, and then during the evening and night, and Colin had spunked off every time.
When Signore Beroni had arrived with the car today, Colin had been happy for the tour through the countryside, but he had also been sad leaving Paolo behind.
The Italian boy had a formidable sex appetite after two very dry years in the monastery. Sucking off and being sucked by old monks once a week had been his only pleasure in addition to his own hand-jobs until Colin arrived. After wet dreams about girls in his home village, the Italian novice had suffered days or weeks wearing chastity-belts as a sort of medical treatment. Colin had seen the result this last week, and he had loved every second of it!
It was a dream when the chauffeur drove in through the huge gate at Signore Beroni's castle-like mansion. The light brown stone building, with the green roof, the tower with the narrow windows, and the broad staircase Đ it was all as Colin remembered from his visit the previous year. Standing on the upper stairway, he turned and had a wonderful view of the garden, with the pool, and in the background the glistening lake.
Colin heard playful voices from the pool area and got a glimpse of his dad having fun in the water with two very young lads. Suddenly a stroke of jealousy filled him, but then he thought about the week with Paolo, and was happy that his daddy had had young company while he was studying Đ and fucking Đ in Milan.
"Two hours rest, then dinner, young signore!" The old butler met Colin in the hallway and picked up his suitcase.
"Thank you, sir, but I will take the bag myself. Nice to be back! The same room as last time, eh?" The old man was taken aback when Colin hugged him and kissed him. It was a very happy young man who hurried up the staircase where he last year had performed his `Volare'.
Just minutes later Colin was on his way downstairs in a luxurious white robe. He hurried across the garden, dropped the robe on a sunbed and dived naked into the pool beside his surprised `father'.
"Are you here already, darling? I wanted to greet you, you know. Hoped you longed for a hot evening after your stay in a monastery!" Bill winked. He had spoken to the Prior by telephone during the week, and had heard his son had found a close mate inside the monastery. "Can't have been easy for you to live like a monk," Bill teased.
"What do you know about a life in a monastery, Daddy? Why don't you present me to the lads who are serving you in your loneliness." Colin was the teasing one now.
"You remember Mario from last year, Colin." He placed a hand around the young Italian boy - Signore Beroni's grandson. "And the younger brother of cousin Alfredo, he calls himself Kaka after the famous football player!" Both the youngsters swam in baggy football gear and Bill was very decent in black trunks.
"Are you shy over there, guys? It's summer and fun, isn't it?" Colin dived and jumped into the pool naked with his all-over tan. The two boys were at the edge of the pool ready for jumping in. The two looked at each other, grinned and stripped off their football shorts. Then hand-in-hand they made a naked dive bomb into the pool. Colin had smiled at the contrast between the two; Mario with his long thin cock which ended in a dark mushroom-like glans, and Kaka less equipped than Colin himself, probably just at the start of puberty.
"Let's strip the old man!" Colin shouted. "He needs some all over sun too, before he goes home to the rain in Scotland." The three youngsters helped each other to strip Bill from his trunks. With laughter they all went into a free and happy play. Suddenly a bell was heard through the noise.
"Supper in half an hour, gentlemen," the well-dressed butler announced beside the pool. A bit embarrassed Bill, left the pool. The butler hurried to give him a towel.
"Thank you, but I need a shower first." Bill went up to the outdoor shower. Colin admired his Daddy, and Bill did nothing to cover up for the boys still in the water.
It was late evening. Colin was lying in his father's arms in the king-size guest bed. "You have to tell me all about your week in the monastery. I want to hear all about this Paolo, in detail. He pulled Colin tight.
"And I want to hear all about young Mario's skills as your personal masseur. He had included ball-massage this afternoon, he told me," responded Colin.
"Yes, not only my balls, and not only with his hands. He's a good substitute while you take lessons with a young monk!" Bill kissed Colin, first on his forehead, then on the mouth in a long, wet kiss.
The pair, father and son, were well entertained, and well looked after and, for the first time since arriving in France they fell asleep without having sex. Shortly afterwards the old butler came into the room very silently. He adjusted the mosquito net in the open window before he went up to the bed. In silence he watched the two beautiful naked bodies covering each other as if they were freezing. The man found a super-light silk sheet and covered the two bodies. With a satisfied smile, the old man left the room as silently as he had arrived.
The stay at the mansion had been great. Bill had organised an overnight stay on one of the small islands in the lake, and the two had made love on the beach and in a treetop bedroom.
Paolo had been thrilled when Colin arrived back on Sunday night. He had undressed him before the boy had settled after the weekend, and filled him with his waiting weapon; just as Colin had thought and hoped he would.
Now the two were standing in front of the Prior for the weekly summit. The actions inside the cell and in the bathroom had been as hot this week as in the first week, and Colin had noticed that their actions from time to time had viewers.
Lying on the desk in front of the sitting Prior was a steel chastity belt and a long cane. The two boys bowed their heads, and said nothing.
"Cari ragazzi Đ dear boys Đ you have done a great job this week, Paolo as instructor and Colin as student. The papers I received yesterday were excellent; very good work." The Prior went silent.
"Thank you, Father. Paolo, and all of you, have been great tutors." Colin let his eyes find the Prior's. He tried to read the older man's face.
"There have been some reports though." The man spoke again. "For example - why are your beds been placed side by side? And Paolo, why do you collect new sheets every second day, and what is this?" The prior placed the small bottle of olive-oil on the desk in front of him.
Without many words Colin told the man about the thunderstorm.
"But no storms have lasted two weeks. Is it a sort of preventive action perhaps?" The Prior looked at the faces in front of him.
"Are there some smiling wrinkles like my dad's?" Colin wondered. He tried to explain that the oil was for his dry skin, and the changing of sheets was necessary because of that treatment.
"Are your wet dreams back, Paolo? You need more treatment?" The Prior placed his hand on the `cock-cage' as Colin called it.
"I pray to stay clean, and I feel happy with Colin's company," Paolo replied in little more than a whisper.
"Okay, children. We start with `Ave Maria', then you chose, Paolo. You know you have broken monastery rules. Chastity belt for two weeks or ten strokes on your back? And Colin, you are a guest, but just watch and learn!" The Prior bowed his head and folded his hands. Paolo followed, and Colin concentrated on getting the Latin text correct.
Paolo just pointed at the cane. He told Colin afterwards that to be locked in a cock-cage with young company in his cell would have been a torture.
The Prior used his hand-bell and Father Antonio was in the room seconds later. The Prior handed him the cane.
"It's not fair, Father, I'm responsible, and I must take the punishment!" Now Colin was loud and clear - a mature man was speaking.
"S', s' piccolo, you are two of a kind. Five each then! Lift your robes and bend over. Let me see your faces." The Prior was standing now.
The two young ones lifted their novice-robes. Neither of them had underwear. Father Antonio hesitated. In front of him were two round, clean and smooth butts, not a hair, not a mark.
"Well, you have to pay for your frivolity. Maybe you will dress properly after this. Go on, Father Antonio." The Prior folded his hands.
Colin could not stand the sound of the cane. It reminded him of a teacher who caned him in his youth for his own pleasure. This was different though. He took the strokes as a man and was happy to share the punishment with his new friend. The fragile old Father Antonio was not a hard man; he made this as light as possible. Still the two youngsters had five very visible red stripes across their round buttocks when Antonio gave the cane back to the Prior. In a sideway glance Paolo saw that Colin had a hard erection. "I will soon comfort you!" he said to himself.
"Use the olive oil, ragazzi. Good for the skin!" The Prior handed Colin the bottle. "And now, off to the midday prayers and ask for forgiveness!"
Father Antonio was waiting outside the door. "Come to my cell after the prayer. I have some herbs that will take away the pain and heal your skin, piccoli," he whispered.
"He's a miracle man, knows all about traditional treatment. But I am sure he will let us pay with our cum!" Paolo hurried into the church.
"Do you mind?" Colin asked as he walked quickly alongside. The Italian just grinned.
The three weeks had passed really fast. Colin was in a taxi with Bill to meet Sergio for the last planning meeting of the autumn JustColin campaign.
"You are crying, son!" Bill put an arm around his youngster. "Did you fell in love with the monastery boy?"
"No dad, I didn't. He's a girls' boy, but locked up in a prison. I just gave him a taste of freedom, and he was my Kenny down here, a superb fuck-buddy!" Colin dried his tears. "I promised to see him again when I'm back in Milan for the modelling week in OctoberÉ. And I have decided to talk with Signore Beroni tonight. Paolo is `imprisoned' without justice." Colin was suddenly very eager.
"But I understood he had chosen to stay in the monasteryÉ" Bill tried to argue.
"His father had chosen for him, because that bitch said he had raped her, silly woman!... But he still loved herÉ what is it about women, Daddy? You tell me?" The young man was serious, but Bill had to turn away and smile. He had no answer - women weren't his speciality either.
"How is your butt, darling? Still marks from the caning?" Bill changed the topic. "Reynard was mad when he heard about it just before the Paris show."
The very direct youngster knelt beside Bill and pulled off both his shorts and his tiny underwear. "You can check, sir!"
Bill looked at the taxi-driver who grinned in the front of the car. Bill used a hand to touch the smooth skin. "Perfect!" he said. "Even if your rosebud is newly used! Dress now before the taxi-driver has an accident!"
Colin put a hand on the taxi-driver's shoulder. "You have a son, sir?" Colin asked.
"Si, si!" The stressed driver looked at Colin in the back-mirror. They had just stopped outside the Latin institute where Signore Beroni and the board waited.
"Please give him this from a crazy tourist!" Colin handed the chauffeur a cute pair of low-cut boxers from his own collection, then he left the taxi and hurried after Bill.
An evening `in town' and a last night with Bill in a small hotel, and the couple were to leave Italy for the job in Paris. The long summer break was about to end.
The two were invited to a last visit to Signore Beroni's Milan residence. Maybe a bit early, but they were served a chilled sparkling wine and some light food before they had to leave for the airport.
Colin nearly dropped his glass when a young man in football gear entered the room. First he looked at Signore Beroni with an open mouth, then he was around Paolo's neck hugging and kissing him.
"Please meet my dad, Paolo!" Colin pushed the young man in front of Bill.
Very formally, Bill took the boy's hand. "I've heard a lot about you, Paolo," he said. The young man blushed.
"Paolo will get one day of the week away from the monastery to play with a local team," Signore Beroni said. "And I need some help in our library. Paolo will stay with me over the weekends, here or at Lago del Garda. We are both happy for the agreement with the monastery. Why don't you show Colin your new study, Paolo, while Bill and I finish some business."
This time Colin went in action fast. Paolo was naked and fully erect before he was inside the room. Colin lay down on the leather sofa, spread his legs, lifted his healed butt, opened his boy-cunt and let Paolo shag him, first with tongue and fingers, then with the huge man-cock he had learned to love these last three weeks. Almost shouting in the big room, Colin cried, "I'm cumming, Paolo! I'm cumming, you crazy monk!" Colin inaugurated Paolo's new study with a hands-free spunking on the ancient sofa. Short afterwards Paolo withdrew and gave his beauty some wanks before he filled Colin's mouth with Italian boy-milk.
Colin had finished his Latin studies in Milan. Now looked forward to Paris and another type of show.
To be continued