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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) and older men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 35
It was two hot-looking young men who entered the Chinese restaurant run by Johnnyboy's family ahead of Bill. Like a very proud father, he had watched as they selected their outfits and styled their hair before setting off. Now Bill, himself dressed smartly in a tight black suit and white open shirt, escorted them inside.
Bill couldn't help glancing once more at the boys in their tight black jeans and thinking they could almost have been sprayed on. Colin had lent his friend a pair of tight pair of jeans and since Olav's thighs and buttocks were one size up, Olav was a sight for the gods. Both wore only string jocks and the divided buttocks were very visible because of their waist-length jackets. Colin had a thin off-white leather jacket, and to Bill's surprise, his young son and lover was shirtless. The zipper was half way down, showing off a smooth tanned upper body. Olav was all in black with a white polo shirt inside.
The walk through the restaurant behind the head-waiter attracted many looks from the other diners, both men and women. Colin was for sure acting like a celebrity and Olav did his best to follow. Bill was one huge grin when they reached the table where Bruce waited. The two friends hugged and Bill presented Olav who very formally held out his hand.
"It's nice that you wanted to share an evening with us," Bruce said. "Colin has talked about you every weekend since you two met."
"Colin has told me about you too." The young Viking blushed slightly when he met Bruce's eyes.
"Be careful with him," Colin whispered loud enough to be heard by the group. "He's a prick, but I love him very much." Colin went over to Bruce and kissed him on both cheeks in the French way. Bill just rolled his eyes.
"It's a pity that Johnny has to work tonight, but his dad has arranged for him to serve this table anyway. Please sit down. Johnny will be here with champagne very soon." Bruce was a very warm host. Bill had not seen him so elated for a long time.
The young Johnny was very correct. His white Chinese-style shirt was perfect and his black trousers hugged his figure. The young man served champagne from a silver tray, in a formal, serious manner. Not only Bruce, but also Bill and Colin were very proud of the soon-to-be 20 year old Hong Kong Chinese lad who just had started his part-time course in economics.
"Nice to see you, Johnny. I want you to meet my Norwegian friend, Olav. He's here for the weekend." Colin addressed Johnny who looked at Bruce, then he greeted Olav the Chinese way. The very polite Olav, rose from his chair, and returned the greeting with a smile. Colin was happy for the long tablecloth on the round table. Looking at both Olav and the very sexy Johnny, made his cock rise inside his tight outfit.
"I have asked for a sort of banquet today my friends, so that the restaurant can show a wide range of the food they offer. So when Johnny and his father bring us the food, please help yourself to whatever you want. Johnny will help you with wine or beer. Be my guests!" Bruce raised his glass.
The boys were very hungry, and Bill was too after the playful day. There wasn't much conversation during the meal, except for toasting and small talk. Olav was sitting next to Bruce, and Bruce gave him a lot of attention. From time to time Olav felt Bruce's leg against his own leg. First he withdrew, but then he answered with some pressure. That was signal enough for the experienced guy who put one hand above Olav's knee. And when Olav gave him better access his hand landed on Olav's bulge.
They were about to order some dessert when Olav whispered to Colin, "I need to visit the toilet."
Before Colin was able to react Bruce rose. "Come on, son. I'll show you where it is. I need a piss myself." Bruce was tentative but then very firm when he took Olav's shoulder to direct him. Olav tried with one hand to cover his bulge.
Colin gave a frustrated look at his dad. "Just relax Colin, dear. The wolf is hunting and the deer is beautiful, but Olav will manage. He's a bright guy!" Bill said. "Just relax son." Bill put a comforting arm around Colin's shoulder and gave him a light kiss on his forehead.
Johnny was back with the dessert menus, and was a bit more relaxed now that the main job was done. "How is your college course going?" Bill asked.
"Very well. Sir. I love it. My preliminary studies ended well, and I will start in regular classes after Christmas." Johnny smiled now.
"Great to hear it, Johnny. I knew you'd do well." Colin used one hand on the young waiter's back, under his shirt, and caressed his soft, warm skin. Johnny did not pull away but Colin had to stop. There were still some people around.
"You will want some more champagne with the dessert, do you think, sir?" Johnny looked at Bill.
"Sure we will," Bill winked at Colin. "Don't you think we must celebrate the fact that we made Olav a real man today, and made you a realÉfucker," Bill whispered to the blushing youngster.
On entering the toilet, Bruce locked the outer door behind them, and went straight up to the old-fashioned pissoir, lowered his jeans and his boxers, and displayed his half-hard boner.
"Come on, boy. Vikings are not shy, are they?" Bruce made room beside him.
Olav hesitated but suddenly he pulled his jeans all the way down to his knees and then pulled his golden jock to one side and showed off his small, but very attractive erection. With two fingers he pulled back his foreskin, showing a pre-cum wet cockhead, and tried to piss. Nothing happened. Bruce sent his golden stream into the pissoir trough.
Olav tried again, but nothing. "That beautiful cock of yours is good for wanking but not pissing, son. I know all about that." Bruce smiled and kept his growing cock out even though he had stopped pissing.
"But I have no time for jacking off." Olav was stressed.
"Let me help you, son." Bruce went down on his knees. "Try to relax," he said before he took Olav's cock in his mouth without sucking it. With one hand he gave him some soft ball massage. With the other hand he played with Olav's buttocks and his arse crack.
"Now try to piss, son," Bruce said and then put Olav's cock inside his mouth again.
"You meanÉ?" Bruce nodded.
And Olav really had to piss, so he started with his cock still stiff. The flow started very slowly, but grew stronger. Olav tried to think of the man who took all his piss with such eagerness. He used his hands and pulled the 63 year old gentleman close to his young body, then he finished his golden job. Not a drop went outside Bruce's mouth.
Bruce rose. "Wish we could have done more, son." Bruce kissed the Norwegian tenderly on his mouth," but we have to go back for the dessert, I think!"
"Well sir, I will clean you anyway!" Olav took Bruce's cock in his mouth and cleaned the glans, the piss-slit and the foreskin. Bruce closed his eyes.
"I am happy for this Viking invasion," Bruce said when he, with one hand on the lad's shoulder, escorted him back to the table where champagne waited.
It was a tired but happy Bill that relaxed on the sofa after the Chinese meal, happy for his friend Bruce's hospitality, and very happy for the two charming guys who were loudly playing upstairs. He had been very uncertain about the visit from someone that his son and lover had called boyfriend, and he had been uncertain about his own reaction. All this uncertainty was gone, and he, the very light drinker, allowed himself a second whisky.
The two youngsters rushed downstairs, grabbed some refreshments in the kitchen, and then curled up close to Bill.
"What on earth have you been up to? You are sweating as if you'd been in a sauna." Bill put his arms around the two shirtless and very hot youngsters.
"Just had to burn off some of that food," Colin said.
"So we had three rounds of wrestling," Olav followed.
"And who was the winner?" Bill hugged them tight.
"I was!" Both shouted.
"Okay, a short break then." Bill grinned.
"I was so proud of you today, Daddy. You looked like a superstar in that tight suit. I wish I could tease the ladies with a bulge like yours." Colin put a hand on Bill's quite visible cock inside his casual jeans.
Bill was about to give a silly answer, but instead the grown-up man blushed. "I like to feel young when I have hotties like you beside me." He looked at Olav and then at Colin.
"I love your hairy chest, Bill." Olav used his first name now, and placed his hand inside Bill's open shirt, stroking his upper body, then found his nipples and squeezed. Bill closed his eyes, and felt that Colin now had a solid grip around his balls.
"Are you trying to check me out, guys?" Bill grinned.
"Yes we are, Daddy. You were the hottest man in the restaurant tonight and I went hard sitting beside you. Didn't you feel that when you squeezed my cock?" Colin was close to Bill's ear.
"Yes, baby. I felt that, but what did Bruce do with you in the toilet, Olav? I guess he wanted more than just see your cock?" The drinks had made Bill a bit more free-speaking than he would normally would have been.
"Bruce took my..eh..piss. He helped me. I couldn't get my boner to relax, but he used his mouth and swallowed it all. He seemed to enjoy it." Olav blushed.
"Really? The old bugger! I never knew he was into receiving." Bill looked at Colin.
"Guess he has sides that even you don't know, Daddy. Maybe you need to piss soon?" Colin was the one to grin.
"Will you show me your playroom now, sir? Colin wouldn't take me there without you." Olav was near Bill's ear with his lips.
"Just now this old man is in a resting mood," Bill said. "I hoped that you two would entertain me. And I hoped you would show me how much you really love each other."
"You mean now? Here?" Colin was already into planning. "Come on Olav, let's prepare a show!"
Just minutes later they returned. Colin dimmed the light, leaving only some spots above. Then he went to the music box, found the correct file, and the two boys started to dance and sing.
Dressed in white tank tops, and very tight coloured shorts but barefoot, they looked like they had come from a summer beach.
"I have a dream, a song to sing." Music by Abba filled the room, but the singer was Olav, pure, bright and professional. "I believe in angels, something good in everything I see..." The young man performed well. Bill had tears in his eyes when the two in front of him went on together, "I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me." Bill smiled when his Colin tried to follow.
The two hugged on stage, and helped each other to strip from the tank tops. They went on dancing shirtless. Together they bent down in front of Bill. "I have a dreamÉ" They unbuttoned his shirt and stripped him. Then they both kissed him before they went back on `stage'.
"I'll cross the stream, I have a dream," Colin very slowly pulled down Olav's shorts. Underneath was a see-through jock that did not hide the fact that the singer was fully erect. Colin kneeled down and with his nose, his mouth, his lips and his tongue he rubbed Olav's bulge while using his hands all over his body.
Olav turned Colin around until the front of his body was facing Bill and undressed him, revealing the yellow silk thong gifted by Reynard. Bill saw his son leaking through the thin fabric. The man did nothing now to cover his own rising cock, and when the two presented their bulges close to his nose and mouth he was struck by their young horny scent. The youngsters lifted Bill from the sofa and stripped him from his jeans. His tight white boxers had a huge wet spot in the front.
The music changed, but was still Abba - "The winner takes it all." The boys were not singing now. They knelt down on the carpet, kissed and hugged each other. Then Olav pulled Colin down on his back and tried to sit on him.
Bill could then witness a wrestling match, which in reality was nothing but a heavy act of love. They roughly pulled off each other's jocks; they squeezed each others heavy boners; they swapped between being top and bottom; they bit each other's nipples, and in the end they rimmed each other's arse cracks. They both groaned and whined, and both where wet as ever before. Neither of them noticed that Bill had pulled down his boxers and was silently wanking his huge cock.
After a sixty nine with sucking and licking Olav whispered "I can't take anymore. You win, Bro."
"Okay, I take you then." "The winner takes it all!" He sat down on the floor, and pulled Olav close. They sat with their buttocks and their balls close together and lifted their legs a little. Bill could see that Colin managed to take both cocks in his hand at the same time and started on a double wank. The cockheads were very close, and pre-cum pumped from both piss-slits. Colin took a small rest and Olav went on jerking both cocks. Colin managed to squeeze both pair of balls, and Olav screamed.
Bill wondered if he should interrupt, as he would have loved to suck both of them. "I have to wait," he thought. "They need a real fuck afterwards."
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Colin was the first to cry, but Olav continued his heavy wanking when Colin started to shoot his load. Seconds later, the pumping through Colin's dick made Olav cum too.
"One shooter, and one earth eruption," Bill thought when the two boys in front of him soaked each other in young spunk.
The two found each other arms, very tight, kissing and licking, a combination of sweat, spunk and tears. "I love you, bro," Colin whispered.
"I love you too," Olav the Viking responded.
Bill let them lie close together on the floor for a while, breathing heavily.
"The winner takes it all," Bill tried to sing, and the two on the floor grinned. "I'm the winner," Bill said. "I still have my load ready for shooting." He showed off his cock without shyness, and finished the last of his whisky. "Now you two go to the bathroom for a shower, and I'll see you in bed very soon. And not your narrow bed this time, Colin. I want both my sons in our room." Colin smiled and hand in hand the two performers went upstairs.
Coming into the master bedroom hand in hand, the boys found Bill on his back in the middle of the king-size bed, naked, erect and ready for his two hot youngsters. The two boys could have come home from a first date. It was almost as if Colin brought his date home, a date he intended to share all the way with his Daddy and lover.
Bill woke up very early on Sunday morning, sporting a heavy morning wood as usual, and with a need for a quick visit to the bathroom. As he stood up, he saw that Colin was alone in bed beside him. Olav had been there too when they went to sleep after a beautiful and hot love session last night. Olav had wanted another fuck from Bill, but Bill had used his mouth instead, and Olav had showed his topping skills by nearly fucking the brains out of his new brother.
"Why are you here alone, love?" Bill sat on the bedside in Colin's room caressing Olav's hair. The boy was awake and looked at Bill with his clear blue eyes.
"I thought Colin and you would want your usual Sunday morning alone. I know this means a lot to Colin. He has told me, and even though I love my brother very much, I don't want to come between you two. I never will!" Olav's voice was warm but steady.
Bill continued to use his hand on the boy's head and hair, then bowed down and kissed his forehead. "Olav love, you are great and you are wise. I am proud of you for thinking of us. But I longed to wake up with two sons in my bed." Bill was near the young man's ear. "And you have not come between Colin and me." Bill continued. "Young Colin is his own master, and up till now he has promised to share his life with me, and I have promised him the same. He has taken you into our family, and that makes me very, very happy."
Olav threw his arms around Bill and gave him his lips.
"Now son, come back to our bed. We need a few hours more in bed I think, and please drop the pyjamas. I love to feel your naked body." Bill had an arm around Olav's shoulder when they went back to the deep sleeping Colin. Olav blushed. He too displayed a very visible morning wood when he settled close to Bill.
Bill cupped his hand around the youngster's stiff dick and balls and kissed him again. "Try to get back to sleep. I'm not in the mood to make breakfast yet!"
"Why don't you two take a walk in the nice weather today? Olav didn't see much of the town yesterday because of the heavy rain. But I guess you'll need some more clothes first." Bill grinned looking at the two lads in their tiny, white, kid-like underwear.
"Thanks for the lovely breakfast," Olav said as he went up to Bill, and like a very polite Norwegian youngster he gave Bill his hand.
Bill responded by giving him a tight hug. "You are welcome, son."
"You always do that when you finish a meal?" Colin said, "Even at home?"
"Always," Olav said. "Normal manners."
"We still have something to learn from the Vikings." Colin grinned and then he used his fist on Olav's shoulder. "Let's take a walk in the sun, and then see what Father John has to show us in the church. I think he'll be waiting for us after the morning service."
"Take care of your brother then, love. I doubt Olav knows that Father John thinks he still lives in the time of inquisition." Bill grinned. Colin knew what his Daddy meant, but Olav was completely ignorant.
It was sunny but cold when the two went out. They were in jogging gear and were both in teasing mood this morning.
"What did your dad mean when talking about your minister and the inquisition?" Olav was curious.
"Father John is a very nice man, but he has the habit of asking very personal questions from time to time. And he even uses his whip on people in the congregation." Colin grinned.
"Is this the minister who fucked you with candles and then both rimmed and sucked you? The one you told me about in Shetland?" Olav's dick was growing without his control, and he had no jock on today beneath his tight jogging trousers.
Colin nodded. "He will love you, brother. Remember how his eyes almost undressed you on the train. He has done a lot of dirty things with me over the years." Colin loved to tease Olav when the two were alone.
When coming to St Michael's, Colin knew the way to the church office well. They could hear the noise from the boys changing in the dressing room, but just knocked the door to the office.
There were two clergymen in the office, both in cassocks. Father John, who was some years older than Bill, reached out his arms.
"Welcome guys, a Viking invasion in St Michael this morning!" Father John patted Olav's head and put on his broadest smile.
"Say hello to Father Christian. I don't think you have met him before, Colin. He's a candidate and soon to finish his studies." Father John presented them to a young and very serious-looking man.
"He's responsible for our boys' choir and our youth sport, and of course the Sunday school." The visitors saw that the young man blushed and looked a bit sad.
"So Colin, you want to show your friend the church? Nice! I'm afraid that the tower is closed because of the heavy rain yesterday, but we have an interesting exhibition in the crypt," said Father John. Colin sensed excitement in the old priest's voice and guessed that he was planning something. "Father Christian, show the guys around the church and I'll meet you in the crypt in a few minutes."
"But..." The young priest was about to protest.
"The Sunday School class can wait a few minutes. We have some business to attend to, haven't we?" The old man's voice again made the young one blush.
"The church is famous for the excellent acoustics," Father Christian said as he guided Olav down the central aisle.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the soundÉ" Olav's clear voice filled the huge room, no shiver what so ever in his voice.
"Bravo, young man! You are a professional?" Father John was standing on the stairs to the crypt applauding.
"No, no, just some years in the local gospel choir at home," Olav answered rather shyly.
The crypt was dark, filled by stone sarcophagi and old crucifixes, and the smell was heavy.
"I want to show you this, guys. I know that Colin is interested in the equipment here." Father John showed them into a sort of side chapel in the crypt. "We found these items during the last renovation, and they probably date from before the Reformation."
Three rather scary items were on display. Against one wall was a huge St Andrew's cross with nails. On the other side was a torture wheel, and in the middle of the room a wooden pillory. The only furniture was a rough bench.
"I have a job to do here today," Father John said as he looked at the young priest who now had his head bowed. "Tell the lads here what you did before the morning mass." Father Christian hesitated. "Go on, and ask forgiveness, or the punishment will be worse." Father John suddenly had a cane in his hands. Olav moved close to Colin. He did not like this.
"I erm... masturbated in front of some boys from the choir," Father Christian stammered.
"And what did you do last Friday evening?" The old priest went on.
"I did the same, Father. I'm sorry, Father. Forgive me."
"And what did you say when I punished you down here yesterday?" Father John's voice was loud and firm.
"I promised not to do it again, Father." The young priest whispered. "But the boys begged me!" Christian blushed.
"Take off your cassock and be ready for the pillory!" Father John commanded. He opened the wooden instrument and made the young priest put his head and his wrists in the tight holes.
Colin was surprised when he saw the young priest in tight black Calvin Klein boxers and nothing else under the priestly clothing. He was also surprised that the young man was very well hung. The thin pale man sported a huge bulge.
"Strip him from his underwear, Colin!" It wasn't a request but an order! "And spread his legs," added the priest.
Up till now Colin had thought that this was a set-up by the old rogue of a priest, a show for the visiting guests, but when he saw Father Christian's newly beaten buttocks and upper legs, he was not certain. No serious wounds, but many clear red stripes across the white skin.
"Ten strokes on bare skin today, son. And I hope you will remember this time!" Father John tested the cane in the air. Colin had always found that sound scary. Olav had taken Colin's hand.
The first two strokes landed in complete silence, except for Olav's light whimper. Colin saw that the strokes were light, no force, but bad enough on the tender back.
The next strokes were harder, and Father Christian became more uneasy. But still no sound came from him. The punisher went up to him, and soothed the skin with his open hand. To the boys' surprise Father John also used his hand between the young priest's upper legs, squeezed his balls lightly, and then took his now half-erect dick and gave him some wanks.
The next group of strokes made the young man moan and almost cry. "Please forgive me, Father! I ask forgiveness." Father John repeated the play with the young man's balls and dick. This time the onlooking boys saw that he collected some pre-cum from the young priest's super hard and dripping cock, and together with his own saliva he used it to lubricate the man's buttocks.
The last stroke seemed hard too, but again Father Christian remained silent.
Both Colin and Olav looked with open mouth at the young priest's heavy erection. He displayed a thick cock, 8 inches (20 cm) long, and a bare mushroom cockhead with a very visible piss-slit. Colin could see from Father Christian's expression that the young priest loved to show off his tool to the two visitors. "He wouldn't resist if asked for a wankshow," Colin thought as he recalled the boys in the choir. Again he was uncertain about whether this was a real punishment.
"Okay boys, I don't think you are innocent either." Father John looked at Colin. "How often do you masturbate young man? We have talked about this before remember."
Colin felt the devil inside him when he answered. "Three or four times a day, if I'm not fucked," he said without shame.
Father John just rolled his eyes. "Your appetite is like before, I understand. It's my opinion that the masturbation itself is no sin, but what you think about when you masturbate can be very wrong!"
"So if I think of you Father and our previous fun when I wank, then you have to punish me?" Colin was uncertain about how far it was wise to go in his comments. "You know I love you Father, very much."
"Okay Colin, I will give you a reminder then, so young Father Christian can see that I treat you young ones equally. Ten strokes on covered butt or five strokes bare butt, your own choice!" Father John took hold of the cane again.
"Then we do it bare butt," Colin said. "Equal you know." He looked at Father Christian.
"Okay, you undress, both of you," Father John gave orders again.
Colin was naked first, and nearly proud when he showed the clergy men a small, but rock hard cock. Olav, who was still very uncertain about the whole situation, stripped too. He blushed when he showed that he was out today without underwear, just the jogging gear. He tried to cover his cock with his hands. Colin looked at Father John to see if he gave any sort of signal, but he didn't.
"Okay, young Viking, I guess you wankÉ he corrected himself.. masturbate.. like your friend here. What do you dream of when pleasing yourself?" Father John looked at the Norwegian beauty he had longed to see naked since he first caught sight of him on the train.
"I dream of Colin. I love him!" Olav answered without looking down. Colin was so proud. He squeezed Olav's hand.
"Well, we start with you Colin. Five strokes on your bare bottom. Lie down on the bench. I don't think I have to bind you, or...?" Father John touched his shoulder. The priest adjusted Colin so he had his dick and balls hanging just outside the bench.
The first stroke landed. Colin howled. It was much harder than he had expected. The next one too. Colin screamed but did not move. Father John went up to him, pressed his buttocks apart, knelt in his black costume and started to rim the boy, up and down his crack, and then inside his lovehole. "The old priest had not forgotten his skills," Colin told Olav later on.
The next two strokes made clear red stripes across his bum too, but the pain was not so intense and Colin just whimpered. Olav was white, silent and flaccid.
Father John knelt again and pushed his tongue deep inside Colin's arsehole. Colin felt the orgasm building up. He couldn't take much more. Father John felt that too, and was about to hit Colin's balls with his last stroke, but without causing harm. Colin screamed. The sound in the crypt was very strange.
For the last time Father John knelt. He pushed two fingers into Colin's arsehole and found his prostate. With the other hand he started to milk Colin's cock with great knowledge. "Just like you did first time when I was fifteen," Colin thought.
"I'm cumming, Father! Please help me. Finish me, please. I'm going to explode." Colin's eruption was enormous, shooting down the old bench while the priest tried to collect some in his hand. He used the handful of spunk to lubricate the boy's buttocks before he cleaned his own hand with his eager tongue.
"Your turn, Viking boy." Father John looked at Olav, who for a moment had forgotten all about pain. The sight of Colin being milked to the very end had made him stiff too, and he was now wanking his little prick in front of a smiling Colin.
"Father, I hope I can make a deal with you. You see, Olav can't go back home from his visit with a sore back, but he is the best sucker I ever met. I am pretty sure he will give you great pleasure, Father. It would bring relief to a clergyman after your heavy job today." Colin looked at the priest who already had started to unbutton his cassock.
Olav knelt in front of Father John, while Colin stripped the man from his jeans, then his white old-fashioned Y-fronts, before the old man's 9.5 inch (24 cm) long, veiny cock appeared. Olav showed no mercy now, full of strength and some anger, he pushed the old man's foreskin all the way back behind his glans, and then he went on with the sucking, while he tugged the man's huge hanging balls.
Colin was looking at Father Christian who was so aroused by the sight in the crypt that he nearly spunked hands-free. It took Colin seconds to let the young priest fill his mouth with his thin dripping piss-like spunk.
Colin could now hear that Father John was close to his climax, but in a way he felt sorry for Olav who was the only one attending to his lust. Therefore he went over to Olav and sat behind him. He put his arms around him and comforted him while he sucked the priest. Then he did the same with Olav as Father John did with him at the bench. He used only one finger inside Olav's arse and found his loveknob, pressed it while wanking his cockhead with only two fingers.
The two guys, the young Viking and the old priest, achieved an orgasm at the same time. Olav, full of spunk, sent his young boy-juice all over the old bench and the man that sat down nearly exhausted.
"That was quite a church visit," Colin said. The two naked boys almost ran up the stairs from the crypt, after putting on their sports gear.
"Was old Father John in good shape?" Bill asked when the two entered the house for lunch.
"Hope he still is!" Olav said with a grin. Colin just smiled.
"I talked to your uncle on the phone earlier." Bill was elated as he sat down at the lunch table. "We are invited to Norway for Christmas, Colin dear." Colin screamed as if still in the crypt and jumped up and down. He forgot all about manners.
"And I have talked to Reynard today as well. He sends you all his love, and the dates for your shows fit well with some days in Norway first. So now we have to start planning!"
"First Norway, then London." Colin put an arm around Olav. "And I don't have to wait till summer before seeing you again, brother. I'm so happy. I love you, Daddy. You are the best." He went up to Bill and hugged him.
"We promised to show Olav our playroom," Colin said after a long lunch break.
"Wasn't the playroom in the church heavy enough?" Bill inspected Colin's buttocks as he naked beside Olav in the King size bed.
"But we could just show him the new swing, Daddy. It's cool I think, and Olav is ready for a real man-sized cock in his arse before he goes home tonight, aren't you Brother?" Colin put a hand inside his Daddy's loose shorts and found his cock growing. Olav grinned and did not have to answer.
Colin held Olav's legs in the swing while Bill, just as carefully as the day before, prepared the young man's hole. Olav took his huge cock like a real bottom, even though this was just his second penetration by the 9.5 inch (24 cm) long, very thick cock.
"Will you let your uncle fuck you now?" Colin whispered into Olav's ear when Bill had erupted inside him, and the young man had given his brother and boyfriend a new white load in his mouth.
"He only wants you, his favourite student," Olav grinned.
"Thank you for a wonderful weekend, Bill." Olav kissed Bill goodbye before the two youngsters hurried out from the car to catch the late train back to Glasgow.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Daddy," said Colin. I met the new Police Chief Inspector at university. He had the same ring as Mr Granville. Thought you would like to know!"
To be continued