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This story is a collaboration between me and Fred from Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins) and older men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 11
Saturday morning and the sun was shining. Colin was still in bed, alone in the king size bed he shared with Bill. "Strange to wake up alone," Colin thought as he yawned and stretched. "We always used to have a very hot start to the day when we had the chance. I wonder what Bill is doing." But looking at his watch he saw that he had overslept their normal breakfast time by more than an hour. The evening and the night before had been full of excitements.
Colin looked at his Dad's posters and almost felt ashamed when getting horny over his own pictures. But he thought about the eventful weeks in France, and gave his cock a small wank. "Have to piss now," he thought, while dreaming about the morning fuck he often got from Bill when at home.
Beside his pillow was the Kasim dildo. "Not used. It must have fallen from the shelf last night," Colin said to himself. He grabbed it and started to lick the model of Kasim's huge cock. He put the cockhead inside his mouth and closed his eyes. Then he used the dildo and teased his own hard dick with it, even collecting some pre-cum from his own piss slit with it. The young man closed his eyes, and thought about his last week in France, the evening when both Bill and Kasim fucked young Habib and himself. "I will never forget that night," Colin thought while sucking the tip of Kasim's model cock.
But as a sort of wake-up Colin heard noises from the kitchen. He could even smell fried bacon. And he was hungry. "Damn. I'm hungry for breakfast, and damn hungry for cock", he said to himself, blushing when thinking that Bill would have told him off for using bad words.
Colin hurried into the bathroom, showering and pissing at the same time - not the first time he had done that. Then he went into his own room to find some clean clothes. Or may be he could go naked as he said to Bill yesterday.
But suddenly he got an idea. His school uniform was nicely stored in his room. Why not put it on? Why not play the submissive schoolboy who was afraid to get spanked for turning up too late?
Colin put on the white shirt and his grey socks, but how to cover up his very hard erection? He put on very tight bikini briefs, one patterned with kid's beach toys. Then he put on the grey shorts, formal shoes, his school tie, and then the blazer. At last he went to the bathroom and used a comb in his wet hair. With some Vaseline on his lips, he was ready to meet his dad looking like the 15 year old kid he did in his stage shows.
When he was about to go downstairs he spotted a cane standing in the wardrobe. He wondered why the cane was there but he grabbed it and headed for the kitchen.
Bill was making breakfast, standing with his back to Colin and naked except for black boxers and an apron.
"Sorry for being late for breakfast, Daddy," Colin said in little more than a whisper in a rather childish voice. He then bowed his head.
Bill turned around, looked at the young man standing there in his school uniform, swallowed and could not say a word. And with tears in his eyes he held his arms forward, and hugged the lad like only a father can do.
"You need to punish me, Daddy," Colin said. "I didn't hear you calling."
"I wanted you to sleep, love. You looked so happy asleep this morning. And you got punished yesterday, remember?" Bill hugged Colin again.
Colin looked at Bill and said "You better give me another round, sir." He handed the cane to Bill. "When we do things in this house we do it properly." They both grinned at this expression that Colin had heard many times over the last four years.
"Okay, you'll find your breakfast on the table. Don't spill any on your school uniform. And meet me in the playroom in 20 minutes!"
"Yes sir," was Colin's brief answer. He had to re-arrange the bulge in his shorts.
It felt a bit strange for Colin to walk into the playroom in his school uniform. He had been in this room for lots of hot play during recent years, and even received some real punishment there, but never dressed as a schoolboy. This made him very excited. He also recalled Bill had talked about some posters in the playroom yesterday.
"Better play the role and just wait," Colin thought. Bill was not there, and the room was as he remembered it, apart from a new stool with black leather top. There was no poster as far as he could see.
Bill arrived shortly after Colin, dressed very formally. He had his working glasses on and looked very teacher-like. He sat down on the bench in front of his 'pupil.'
"I am not happy with your masturbation business, young man. You were meant to restrain totally for three days," said Bill.
Colin bowed his head. "I am really sorry sir, but I was so horny, and my room mate made me even hotter. It just happened, sir. I jacked off..sorry.. masturbated three or four times every day."
"What is a proper punishment you think?" The teacher looked straight at the pupil. "Twenty strokes of the cane?" Colin swallowed. His bum was still sore from yesterday. "If you take it naked, we can make it ten. What do you say, young man?"
"I'll undress, sir. Will you please help me?" Colin handed each item of clothing to his master as he took it ofd, ending up nearly naked, with just his kiddish briefs left. Bill could see Colin's struggling hard cock inside the thin gear, and a really heavy wet spot in the front.
"May I keep the briefs on?" he asked with a soft voice, trying to cover his erection with his hands. Bill recognised the summer's actor at work.
"Naked is naked! Go on!" the teacher wanted a full value and the young pupil had to strip completely. "Put your hands behind your back, and come closer".
Colin did as his teacher said, and when Bill used his hands for a very light touch of his cock and balls, and gave the boy full freedom for his glans by pulling back his foreskin, and even used the pre-cum for some light cock massage, Colin was about to spunk off nearly before the "show" had started.
"I can see you need ten strokes," the teacher said. "You are still in masturbation mode. But I'll cancel five of them if you pleasure me."
"Pleasure you? You mean if I suck your cock, sir?" Colin was suddenly the unruly pupil. He was already down on his knees in front of the teacher, using his small hands to open the fly. The big man-cock, all erect with its glans bare, was out of his trousers in seconds.
"How do you like it, sir?" the innocent-acting boy asked.
"Take it all inside," was the teacher's answer, placing his big hands behind the boy's head, making this a real throat fuck.
After just some minutes Bill pulled the pupil to his feet. "Undress me, boy, and then retrieve the cane."
Colin gave the cane to the naked and fully erect Bill, and for the first time during this morning show, he gave his "teacher" a smile.
"Bend over the new stool," said Bill. "I don't think I have to bind you, do I? Spread your legs and push your bum up high."
Bill made some scary sounds by waving the cane through the air. Then he went over to Colin and caressed his bum before giving him some gentle spanks.
The first stroke landed just across Colin's buttocks. No sound came from the boy. The second and third stokes landed lower. Still no sound, even though the strokes were real. Bill went over and soothed the buttocks with his hand, touching the rear of Colin's balls and still very erect cock. Colin moaned at the touch. The stripes were very visible on the buttocks but Bill continued with the punishment.
The two last strokes landed at the top of the buttocks and Colin screamed in pain, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"
Bill used his hands to collect every drop of the young man's spunk. Then he spread some on the sore arse, and the rest to lubricate Colin's arsehole in preparation for the action to come.
Bill decided further lubrication was necessary and used his tongue on the youngster's arse. After rimming Colin for several minutes, he used his fingers his fingers to open the hole further. He was very happy to see the opening well recovered after the previous day's heavy fucking, but to be sure he used a lot of KY jelly in and around the boy's arsehole. Colin was really moaning now, and Bill was surprised when he saw Colin fully erect again just minutes after his heavy eruption.
"Ready to see a piece of art, Colin?" Bill asked. He went to the side wall, put on two spotlights and then pulled down a huge picture screen.
"Remember this?" Bill was thrilled when he showed Reynard's huge picture of himself fucking Colin doggy-style in the French barn last year, both of them with satisfied grins. "Now you can see what I looked at when I fucked your friend the other day!"
"Hot, very hot, but no more talking and no more playing, Daddy," said Colin. "I just want your hard cock inside me. And I want to see your face."
Bill laid Colin on the high bench, raised his legs and asked Colin to hold them. Then he pressed his big man-cock against Colin's arse. "Open up, son, suck it inside as only you can, and give me all your body." Bill entered his boy very carefully, trying not to touch the red stripes, and found the bottom fast. Colin loved when his dad's balls slammed his arse. And he used his arse muscles to increase Bill's pleasure. Bill groaned at the feelings running through him.
"Stop being gentle," Colin nearly cried. "Fuck me hard, Dad, real hard. Now!"
And Bill showed no mercy but fucked his young man, just as he wanted. Bill wanted to spunk off inside Colin this time, making their connection complete. When Colin started to send his spunk all over his own body, Bill could not last any longer and filled the boy's hole.
And when Colin very eagerly cleaned Bill's satisfied cock afterwards the morning action in the playroom came to an end.
"Thank you, teacher," the pupil said. "When we do things in this house, we do it properly."
A very happy, fully naked Colin was tanning in the garden after the morning fun. The grass needed cutting and trimming and nothing was nicer than working outside naked in the late summer's sun. Colin was very happy, even if his bum was more red than it had been for a long time.
"Father John is here! He wants to talk to you," Bill shouted from the house.
"Ask him to come into the garden, please. I'm mucky." Colin answered.
Father John entered the garden with Bill. "You see, the young man is naked but I hope you don't mind. Would you like a cup of tea Father, or are you in a hurry?"
"I just want to make an appointment with Colin, and then I have to rush off for my boys' choir practice," the elderly priest said. "But thanks for your offer."
The priest greeted the naked boy with a tight hug. "It's been a long time since I saw you, Colin. You're slim and well tanned as always. You've been abroad this summer I understand. And now you're at university?"
Bill listened to the social talk but saw that Father John was a bit distracted, with his eyes often going to the teenager's lower parts. Bill smiled when he saw that Colin were stiffening a little in front of the clergyman.
"What has happened to your arse?" Father John suddenly put a hand on one of Colin's buttocks. "My dad has punished me. He thinks I wank... sorryÉ masturbate too much." Bill was grinning and rolling his eyes.
The priest continued to stroke Colin's buttocks. "Young men often do, don't they?" he looked at Bill, who grinned even more when he saw that his son now sported a hard-on very close to the visitor.
"I need some help sorting out the photos from the last scout camp and you know the names of all the guys from your old school," Father John addressed Colin. "I'm hoping have some free time today."
"I can pop in after lunch," Colin answered. "I want to finish the garden first."
"Any time after two o'clock will be fine," the priest managed to let one hand rub the young man«s cockhead as turned around and followed Bill into the house. "The pre-cum tastes like heaven," Father John thought as he put his fingertips in his mouth and sucked them.
When Colin arrived at St Michael's, he parked his bike outside the office entrance. There were two off-road bikes there beside Father John's classic black bike. Colin knew his way around, so he went straight to the room where the choirboys changed into to their robes before walking over to the church. He noticed that there were two untidy piles of clothes on a bench there, both with baggy shorts and even briefs.
"Strange," Colin thought, "Maybe there is some sports event on." There was the sweet scent of young men in the room, and Colin was slightly ashamed when he carried out one of his dirty ideas. Very carefully he lifted the boys' briefs to his nose and closed his eyes. If he hadn't already been erect, the smell would have made him hard in seconds.
Colin found a spare choir robe. He remembered from his previous visit to St Michael's that Father John liked seeing him dressed as a choirboy. He undressed completely, except for the devil-red thong that he had first used in the French private shows. Father John was a rimming expert and Colin knew that some men got a real turn-on by the thin string from the thong dividing a lad's two buttocks. Colin would of course make a move on the priest.
There was no noise inside when Colin knocked at the door to the office but Father John answered quickly with "Come in." When opening the door, Colin saw that Father John was not alone. He was standing by his desk in his formal black cassock and in front of him two young men in their purple choir robes. Colin stopped in the doorway but the priest invited him to enter fully.
"You know these boys, so come in and sit down. You'll have to wait for me to finish." The priest pointed at the sofa in the corner of the room.
The two very handsome guys were final year pupils, just one year or so younger than Colin. Colin was not close to them but he had seen them in sport and scouting events. He felt a bit embarrassed but said "Hey" to the guys and went over to the sofa.
"Okay, boys, let us settle this." Father John addressed the two in a very direct way. "What did you do with these church candles in the sacristy during the break?" He pointed at two middle-sized white candles lying on the desk.
"WeÉ" and nothing more was said. They just blushed red.
"Father Christian said you were both naked. Undress! Show me what you did with the candles."
The two guys opened their robes and put them on a chair. They were naked underneath and they tried to hide their flaccid cocks with their hands. Colin had never seen them nude before and thought they were gorgeous. Both boys were tanned after the summer. Both had trimmed pubic hair, clean balls and nice butts. Colin was happy to be wearing a loose robe, and he was sure that something was going on inside the priest's cassock as well.
Father John handed the candles to the boys. "Go on. Show me!"
One of the boys bent down holding the end of the desk. The other spat on the candle and very careful fucked his mate with it. He didn't hold back but made a deep fuck. The fucked boy groaned, closed his eyes and used his one hand to jack his stiffening cock. Colin was afraid that the boy would spunk just there so he was pleased when Father John asked them to change roles.
The second boy stood with his back to the wall, and spread his legs wide. Then he spat on the candle, bowed his knees a little and started to fuck himself with the white candle. The first boy went down on his knees and took his mate's very erect boy-cock in his mouth and licked and sucked it, not as a demonstration, but for real. At the same time he wanked his own stiffy like a mad man.
Colin thought that Father John would stop them but he did not. When the sucked lad sent his load into his mate's mouth with a heavy shout, the other erupted all over the priest's office floor.
The two still red and silent boys faced the priest. "I'll have to send a note to your parents," he said. "This is a serious matter."
"No, please Father. Please don«t tell our folks. We will never do a thing like that again." Both the boys had tears in their eyes.
"What do you think, Colin? Is there any alternative?" Father John asked.
"I always prefer to receive my punishments at once and get it over with," Colin with his own punished bum answered. He knew that this was what Father John probably intended.
"Okay boys, bend forward with your hands on the desk and spread your legs!" The two boys had been belted here before and they knew Father John was reasonable, not at all cruel.
The priest took his belt from own trousers, bent it double, and gave the young men four stokes each. Then he said, "One extra for the candle." Colin could see that this final stroke was slightly harder.
After the belting Father John asked the boys to stand still for a moment. He went to the side closet and found a box of cooling liniment. Then he used his hands very carefully and gave their sore butts a light massage with the cream. Colin wondered why he also lubricated their balls and dicks which were not hit during the belting. Anyway the two boys seemed to like it, standing with their eyes closed and slight smiles on their faces.
"Do you have a bigger church candle?" Colin asked Father John with a grin when the choirboys had left.
"I think I have," answered Father John as he went up to Colin. He put his arms around the teen and kissed him passionately. Colin had no problem with the passionate response. Father John was both nice and sexy, and his hands soon played all over the young man's body.
"Too long since I saw you, son. I have spied on you in the garden from time to time, and when I saw you naked today I just had to get you alone," said the priest.
"But come with me, son, I want to show you something. Put these sandals on your bare feet." Then Father John picked up a thick candle and took Colin by the hand, leading him down to the basement. From there a long underground corridor led past the crypt and to a small room beneath the church. Father John went ahead into a narrow corridor and asked Colin to follow. They went first up into the church and then they started to climb a set of stairs inside a dimly lit area at the back.
Colin didn't feel comfortable in the cold damp atmosphere. The stairs ended in a room with some small windows and a lot of equipment, a sort of storeroom. It was sunny outside with great views through the small windows, and in this tiny room it was as warm as in a sauna. Colin felt a bit dizzy. Looking up he saw the church bells above their heads and he realised that they were up in the clock tower. Colin had never been here before.
Father John kissed him again, a bit rougher this time. Colin felt the man's fingers on his nipples, on his bum and on his growing bulge. "I want you naked now, son." Father John's voice was husky. He lifted the robe off the boy, naked but for the devilish thong. "Superb," the priest said. "Superb."
The priest, still in his cassock, asked Colin to walk to one of the windows and spread his legs and hold up his arms. The boy was locked up in seconds. He hadn't noticed the leather bonds but obviously they had been used before.
Colin felt that Father John working on his reddened buttocks and when Colin groaned slightly, the man said, "I will not harm you Colin dear, just comfort you. I even brought my cooling liniment." He started to use his tongue all around the youngster's arsehole and then inside it while tugging the thong string.
"This must be heaven," Colin sighed. "Please go deeper with your tongue, Father."
While licking and sucking Colin's arse, the priest started to play with his balls and cock. He felt that Colin was very wet, almost as if he had pissed in his thong. He had produced a lot of pre-cum.
The priest rearranged the bondage set up so Colin faced him. Colin almost cried when Father John squeezed his nipples with his nails and then knelt to take his wet thong into his mouth, sucking both on his balls and his - in a way - caged cock.
"Please continue, Father. Ooh, I have to cum. Sorry, but I have to cum." Colin spunked off inside the thin thong, in Father John's mouth. The man sucked and licked the thong clean. Then he sucked Colin's cockhead, his cock shaft and then his balls. Colin remembered Father John as a great rimming man, and good sucker and now he had experienced that again.
The priest could not understand why Colin was still erect. He had been afraid that the hot action was over after the young man's eruption, but when he showed the boy a candle a bit wider than the ones the boys used in the office Colin just nodded and said, "Go on, fuck me now. Bring me close to heaven again."
"You are as close to heaven as you can get in this town," the priest said with a smile. "Now lie face down over that pile of old cushions and spread your legs as wide as you can." Then Father John undressed and used his wiry naked body to cover the young lad, He started to lick Colin's ears and his neck. Then he attacked his armpits with his tongue. He kissed the boy all the way down to his buttocks, and then for the second time he used his tongue inside Colin's pink rose.
After several minutes Father John put the huge church candle in front of Colin and asked him to suck it. The candle was new and reminded Colin of a huge male cock with a smaller than usual cockhead. The priest took some of his cooling liniment and lubricated the candle and Colin's arsehole.
"Push back, son. Take it all inside." Father John pushed, and with a howl Colin took the candle. "Wait a moment," said Colin. "Let me adjust. This is really big, and I feel like I have to piss."
"If you can piss while I fuck you with the candle, go ahead. I'd like to see that and you won't be the first to piss up here," the priest said. "I can give you some more and then keep still, and then you try." Colin was struggling. He was erect as never before as he tried to piss with his arse filled with a huge candle. And he managed.
"Carry on fucking me," Colin cried, while his yellow fluid was flowing. "It was like a long continuous orgasm," Colin told Father John afterwards.
Father John was too horny to wait long after Colin had finished pissing. The kid was all greased, he was open, and he was ready. He knew that Colin didn't need any more foreplay after the candle fucking. His cock bottomed inside Colin in seconds, and the young man just cried for more. "Fuck me hard, Father. Fuck me as you have never done before. I love to have your huge cock inside me, and please torture my nipples while you're doing it."
The priest abused Colin's nipples while he fucked him hard and fast. After several minutes Colin cried, "I am about to cum again!"
"Wait, I want your load. Mouth-fuck me, son." And Colin did as the priest requested. He mouth-fucked the kneeling priest until his white cream poured into the man's mouth and throat. The priest swallowed every drop. Then Father John arose, put his own big tool inside Colin's mouth and did a return mouth-fuck. Just before his eruption, he withdrew and his cock managed to send his huge load over the young-looking teenager in front of him. His spunk dripped from Colin's face and mouth. Father John smiled and started to clean Colin with his tongue, finally sharing the load through a heavy kiss.
"Could you help Father John with his pictures?" Bill asked when Colin arrived home by bike from the church a bit later.
"Yes I did, but some of them were up in the church tower," Colin answered. "He told me by the way that you and he had been up there with his predecessor many years ago, more than once."
A blushing Bill did not ask Colin more about his visit to Father John.
To be continued