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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 74
An old bus with a rugby badge in the front window stood outside the gates of the university. It was very early morning with light rain and few people around. Kenny and Colin appeared and waved to the guards, Kenny carrying a heavy sports bag while Colin just had a small bag.
In the entrance to the bus with a hand raised in greeting stood Donald, or Don as they called him. The 28 year old hunk was in many ways the boss of Kenny's rugby team. He was not the formal boss but just the player who often took charge, and now he was the tour-leader for this trip to Ireland. Don was very fond of Colin. He once told Kenny that he looked upon him as the little brother he never had. And it was Don who decided to adopt Colin as the team's mascot, and the one who had led the rugby team to promote JustColin boxers.
"Not had your morning fuck today, Colin?" A man shouted from one of the rear seats. Colin looked down and blushed. He had a visible bulge in his tight sports-gear; an item very different from the baggy outfit worn by the team.
Colin quickly recovered and shouted back. "Too early for a fuck when I got up! I'm ready now so maybe you can help me out?" The team cheered and applauded. Colin was on form!
Colin sat between Don and Kenny, and felt contented when Kenny placed his hand on his thigh and said, "Just let them try!"
"They are very nice guys, all of them. And they adore you," Don added.
"I have to piss!" A huge guy howled from the backseat of the old bus some twenty minutes later. He was about to rise from the seat, and had some trouble walking and drinking beer at the same time.
"Sit down stupid, and wait. We are quite close to the airport." Don tried to stop the man.
"Find a place to piss, or I'll piss in the bus," the guy retorted with a grin and pretended he was about to pull down his tracksuit bottoms.
Don looked at the watch. "Okay, guys. I suppose we have plenty of time." He looked at the very mature driver. "Stop at the next possible place, please." He stood up and addressed the team. "We'll take a common piss then; and we'll do it the rugby way."
"Better to let them piss here than queue up on the plane." Don looked at Colin with a huge grin as he sat down.
The bus stopped beside a park not far from Glasgow airport. Twenty rugby guys turned out and placed themselves in a line against the fence to the park.
"Knickers down!" Don shouted. "Cock salute!" Twenty cocks pointed south-west and started to deliver the golden liquid.
"Smells of beer," Colin thought. The team-mascot was standing in the middle of the group, with Kenny on one side and Don on the other. Colin had not had the morning beer like the other guys, but he once again sported a morning erection. Sitting close to Kenny and Don in the bus and feeling their hot bodies was enough for him to get a hard-on. But he managed to follow the team. He took hold of his stiff prick, pushed his hips forward and pissed like the others with a common `ah..!' before he gave the little one some wanks to get rid of the last drops.
"Hang up! We leave!" Don ordered his wild horde back onto the bus.
"I have some news for you, gentlemen," Don tried to get his mates' attention. "There's been a change in the programme. We will go direct to the Athlone area from the Dublin airport. Some guys from the local rugby team will meet us with their own bus and take us to their clubhouse. We have a game this afternoon!" Cheering and clapping met this message. "But this means no more beers until we have beaten the Irish." Don's message now was met by a loud booing. "And we stay overnight in the clubhouse, and leave for the Dublin hotel tomorrowÉ" Don was interrupted.
"Some birds out there?" One guy shouted.
"When do we baptise the kids?" Another shouted.
"Play first guys, then we party okay? Let's show them the true West of Scotland grit!" Don said, standing in front of the players as the bus approached the airport. The response was a common roar.
Colin was sitting in the middle of the horde when the bus set off into the Irish countryside. The team had been greeted with beers and snacks, so the message from Don about `no beer before the match' had been over-ruled.
The young mascot was in an excellent mood. The flight from Glasgow to Dublin had been one huge joyful event. Sitting between Don and Kenny had been very comfortable, and Kenny's play with his bulge and Colin's fondling in return had been exciting. When Colin had left for the toilet his hard-on had been very close to Don's face. Colin did nothing to hide his erection and Don just grinned.
"Is the kid always hard?" Colin had heard Don ask Kenny when he left for a piss.
"Aye, day and night!" had been Kenny's answer.
Now the lads in the back of the bus had stripped off their t-shirts, and some of the lads were singing, wearing nothing but their less than sexy underwear. Colin was lifted from lap to lap. He had some beer too but was very careful. The lads did nothing to hide the fact that their hands were groping Colin's body, and they grinned when Colin turned round and squeezed their nipples and licked their hairy chests.
One of the lads in the back stripped Colin of his t-shirt as well, and some of the others played with his erect nipples. Two men laid him across the seat and pulled down his shorts, shouting when Colin displayed his semi-hard cock and the tight JustColin briefs with wet spots at the front.
"That will do, guys. I think I'd better get dressed before we arrive at the sports field." Colin gave the men around him a high five and then clambered back to the front seat and nearly fell on top of a resting Kenny.
"Strange to see what straight guys will do when no women are around," Colin whispered to Kenny. "They would have fucked me back there if I had wanted."
"I doubt that, but you could probably have sucked all of them off without any problems." Kenny grinned.
"Why can't I start with you then?" Colin looked around. Nobody watched them just now. Colin kneeled on the floor between Kenny's legs, pulled out the 10 inch (almost 26 cm) rock-hard cock and put it in his mouth. The movements of the bus made Kenny mouth-fuck his room-mate without trouble. Colin used his lips and his tongue on the swollen naked cockhead. Without a moan the normally shouting guy, shot his young load into Colin's mouth. Colin was able to keep it all inside before he swallowed every drop.
Colin licked his lips and pushed his body close to his friend. "Please wank me before you dress me, Kenny." Colin placed himself in Kenny's lap, in front of a smiling Don on the next seat, who was now awake after a small nap.
One big hand, eight or nine strokes, and Colin, who'd been horny for the last three hours, put his mouth close to Kenny. "I'm cumming, love. I'm cumming!" And Kenny let him shoot on the bus floor, on the wall in front of them and then took last drops in his own hand, before he let Colin clean as much as he could with his own lips.
The bus was about to stop in front of the club-house.
Bill was about to serve himself a plate of lamb stew for an early supper, when he heard a very loud knocking on his front door. His doorbell broke down four years ago, and Colin didn't want him to fix it. "I much prefer the sound of knocking to a harsh bell," Colin had explained. Since Colin had decided to follow the rugby team to Ireland, Bill had the weekend alone. He felt a bit lonely when he prepared one of Colin's favourite dishes for his supper.
"Who is knocking at this time on a Friday?" Bill wondered. He was not expecting anyone. Chit, his young Thai masseur, had visited him earlier that day, and Bill had not protested when the massage came with a real happy ending. Colin, his `son' and lover, had been on his mind all day, but he had relaxed when Colin had called him from Dublin Airport and told him how much he missed him.
The man on the doorstep smiled and gave Bill his hand. "I'm Anton," he said. "I'm your new neighbour and I thought I should say hello."
"Please come in. I have seen vans driving up to your door in the last few days, so I guessed someone was about to move in. Nice to meet you. I'm Bill." Bill looked at the very informally dressed man. Anton was wearing well-worn military style shorts and a half-open shirt, showing a tanned hairless chest. The man kicked off his open sandals and went barefoot into the hall.
Bill was suddenly a bit confused. He told Colin later that he didn't understand why. The man seemed boyish even though Bill guessed he must have passed forty. He had black, rather too long hair, and a two day old black beard as well. The man was close to Bill's own height, broad shouldered, and with thighs and legs like an athlete.
"You like what you see?" The man grinned.
Bill had looked the man up and down without attempting to hide the fact. Now he blushed. "I see a young sportsman," Bill managed to say. "I had heard that my new neighbour was be a man close to my own age, not a young Adonis."
The visitor was the one to look embarrassed now. "Sorry for dropping in like this, but I have no electricity until tomorrow morning. I should have dressed a bit more circumspect."
"Please come in, man, and don't worry about how you're dressed." Bill was suddenly the caring host. "I'm just about to have my supper, and I have plenty since my son isn't coming home this weekend. I'd be happy if you will join me and keep me company." Bill put his hand on Anton's strong forearm, directing him into the kitchen.
"Is this your son?" The man pointed at a portrait of Colin on the horseback in France.
"Aye, that's my Colin. I call him my son, but I'm not his father. He has lived with me for many years so he feels like family." The two men sat down at the kitchen table and Bill took a couple of beers from the fridge without asking if the man wanted one.
"Colin. I heard that name earlier today." Anton looked at Bill. "I think there is a poster of him in Mr Morrison's garage and I had to ask if the beauty was a local lad. A model, is he?"
"I didn't know that Adam Morrison had a poster but he knows Colin well, so I'm not surprised." Bill handed his visitor a beer.
"Yes, Colin has been modelling underwear for about a year, but he is a full-time student. More than full-time I would say as he's really working hard." Bill sounded very much like a proud father. "His main subject is linguistics, and his specialty this year is the impact of Old-Norse on the Scottish language. He knows more about language than I do, despite me being a writer all my life!"
"Not bad, not bad at all," Anton commented. "He does well to balance his academic skills with selling kinky underwear."
"Well the posters aren't very kinky, but you know, a hot model gets offered many different jobs." Bill was more free-speaking than normal. The beer and Anton's friendliness made the situation very light. They chatted easily over the meal and had a second beer each.
"Maybe you would like to see Colin's portfolio?" Bill suggested as the two men sat down on the sofa with a whisky after dinner.
Bill opened the box file with Colin's modelling photos. So that each would have a good view of the pictures, the men sat very close. Bill placed one open hand on Anton's shoulder. The man did not pull away. His naked leg touched Bill. The combination of drinks, the hot man close by and Colin's sexy pictures, made Bill's huge cock struggle inside the tight jeans he was wearing. More than once he had to make some light adjustments to his bulge.
"He's a cute guy, and hot too," Anton said. "I guess the chicks leave with wet pussies when he's on the stage at public events." Bill found it wise not to comment.
"He's also well-tanned for a Scottish boy," Anton looked at the photos from France.
"He takes a fine tan when he's been in sun. These photos were taken during a long summer stay in the sun. I have to say that you are well-tanned for someone who lives this far north." Bill looked at Anton again.
"Aye, I am." Anton suddenly stood up and stripped off his shirt. "As a gardener I live mostly outdoor, and in private I live like a naturist so I spend a lot of time the sun. I was born in Holland, and my mother is from Sumatra, so I have inherited her colouring."
"It's great that you have a very private garden then, like ours," Bill said as he let his hand fall naturally on Anton's broad shoulders. "Colin enjoys sunbathing nude when it's warm outside."
"May I look at these ones?" Adam had found some pictures in a separate folder.
"We should really ask my son first, but I think you are open-minded, so why not?" Bill removed the clips and passed the folder to Anton.
Adam whistled when the nude pictures of Colin in many different positions were revealed. Some were very artistic, but some could be called dirty - pictures where Colin drew attention to his fully erect cock. There were even some pictures where Colin played with other men's cocks, both in his mouth and in his arse.
The last picture was new even for Bill. It was a double photo of Colin shot by John, the Danish photo artist they had met in Copenhagen. The first photo showed Colin's face during a heavy orgasm, his head back, his eyes closed, and his mouth open. The second photo his spunking cock, shooting his boy cream all over the front of his body.
"Not just an ordinary lad, your Colin." Anton swallowed and coughed. He used his hand to correct a heavy boner inside his one shorts.
Bill closed the folder and put away the pictures. "You will have to come and meet him when he's home next weekend," Bill said. "Another small whisky?"
"Okay, just a little. Thank you. I have to leave soon. I've used your hospitality for too long already, and I have lots to do tomorrow." Anton raised his glass, took a sip and then went on. "Maybe we could go out for supper tomorrow. I don't know much about the town but I'm sure you know a good place." Anton placed a hand on Bill's knee, and Bill spread his legs a bit more to signal his approval.
"I haven't been out for dinner alone since Colin left for University," Bill said "and I know my boy is having a good time in Dublin, so thank you for the invitation. You like Chinese food? We have an excellent Chinese restaurant in town. I know the owner's son so I won't have any problem in getting a table."
"Perfect, and thanks for your hospitality. I didn't expect to feel this happy - or this aroused - on my first night in my new house. A bit too much to drink I think, and definitely very good company." Anton shook Bill's hand and put the other hand on Bill's shoulder.
"Don't forget your shirt," said Bill. Anton was still shirtless and his shorts were showing his pubic bone when he stood up. "No treasure trail on his guy, and probably no underwear either," Bill said to himself as he helped Anton on with the shirt. Anton opened the shorts to tuck in his shirt without turning away from Bill and in a glance Bill could see the man's well-trimmed black pubic hair and the upper part of a heavy man-dick.
"This man managed to show me his body without really doing it," Bill told Colin when he called him later that evening.
"And he made you horny," Colin had answered. "Thought you liked them young nowadays, Daddy."
"I was thinking only of him fucking you Colin, a beautiful image." Bill ended his chat with his boy in Ireland and went to bed rock-hard, wondering what his new neighbour was doing next door.
The rugby game had ended with a Scottish victory and the guys were very happy. The celebration afterwards, in the locker room and showers, was an orgy of shouting and crazy behaviour. Colin had seen something of this before, but never so much sexual contact between so-called straight guys. Naked hugging, kissing and licking, playing with balls and cocks, washing each other in the shower, and pretending sucking and fucking was part of the after-game fun. Seen from the outside, not too manly behaviour, but in many ways innocent. "Very innocent," as Colin told Bill during their phone conversation later that evening.
"One broken finger, a hurt knee, two quite deep cuts and some nosebleeds," Dr Randolph summed up the result from his point of view. The doctor and the masseur, Brazilian-born Carlo, were about to end the service in the locker room. Apart from Colin, they would be the last ones to join the others in the bar.
"You had many customers on your bench today, Carlo," Colin commented.
"Yes, that's true. It was a hard game for some of these bodies. They try to do too much when they have skipped some training sessions, but others go into the match as if they were real champions." Carlo grinned.
Colin had to admit that he had found it very exciting to see Carlo give the men massages. And he had been very pleased to be a sort of assistant for Dr Randolph as well, even if his eyes had been on the naked or semi-naked men on the bench.
"How is your shoulder, Colin dear? I heard Kenny say that you had some pain after a session in the pool the other day." The doctor put a professional hand on Colin's shoulder.
"It's much better, thank you sir. Mr Wilkie gave me some ice treatment." Colin was surprised. He had almost forgotten the whole matter but it was nice to know that Kenny had been concerned.
"You should give Colin some massage, Carlo. He must be fully ready for his swim team debut next week." The doctor looked at Carlo and smiled.
"Okay Colin. Undress and lie down please." Carlo put a clean towel on the bench, which he didn't always do when he treated the dirty champions.
Colin stripped off his t-shirt and his rugby shorts. Underneath was a JustColin thong from the new sports collection. The model climbed onto the bench and felt very comfortable as he lay face down. He could not understand, or secretly he fully understood, why the grey-haired doctor just sat down close to the bench and suddenly winked at him.
"You mind if I remove your underwear?" Carlo asked. "I don't want to spill oil on it."
"I thought you were only going to do my shoulder, Carlo." Colin raised his bum and gave room for the masseur to strip him fully naked.
Very professional, but also a bit like a role-play, Carlo placed a small white cloth over his butt. "Very often a stiff shoulder is related to pain in the hips," Carlo said. "You agree, Doctor?" Dr Randolph just nodded.
Carlo did a good job on Colin over the next few minutes. Colin's problem was that his cock did not act professional. The boy was stiff and horny, and when he looked towards Carlo at the side of the table he saw that the masseur's white shorts had a very visible tent. When he then looked at Dr Randolph he saw the old doctor adjusting his own bulge. That made Colin's cock stiffer.
The masseur oiled Colin's body and went with his hands all the way from his neck down to his heels. The hips and the buttocks were squeezed and pressed apart, and when Colin then lifted his butt and spread his legs, Carlo's fingers randomly went down his arsecrack, between his legs, and carefully adjusted Colin's balls and wet cock.
"I think I will try some electric impulses on him," Carlo said as looked at Dr Randolph.
"Do you mind, Colin? It will stimulate your sore muscles. I brought the stimulator, you see." He showed off a steel pencil-like item and plugged the wire into an electrical socket.
The sound was like a dental drill and Colin did not like that sound. But before he could protest or even answer Carlo started the treatment. "Much better than I expected," Colin said. "Like heavy teasing." He looked at Dr Randolph. Now Colin was the one to wink at the old man. Then one of Colin's hands found Carlo's balls and cock inside the baggy shorts.
Carlo started on the shoulder before moving down to Colin's hips. Colin could not be quiet now. He moved and very clearly fucked the towel underneath him. "Hold him down, Doctor! I think he can manage some tougher treatment." The sound of the tool became louder.
"What's going on here, guys? You're not hurting Colin, I hope? The guys are waiting for their mascot. You promised them a strip, Colin. Remember?" Don had come looking for his young protŽgŽ.
"We will soon be finished here, Don," said Dr Randolph. "You may help us a little. Please turn around, Colin. Lie on your back." Colin turned over and presented his stiffy pointing upwards with a big smile on his face.
"Stand behind Colin, Don, and hold his legs beside his head. Relax your shoulders, Colin love," said Carlo. "I'll give you some electrical stimulation through your balls." Carlo was sweating now, and horny. He turned the electric power down to nearly nothing. When touched with the electric pencil Colin screamed, but stayed hard. Then he whispered. "It's good. It's damn good. It's close to heaven." His navel was wet from dripping pre-cum.
"Good, Colin. You respond very well to the treatment. I will finish from inside then." Carlo oiled the steel instrument and found Colin's rear entrance. The thin pen penetrated the beauty on the bench. Carlo turned up the instrument and found the boy's prostate. In less than five minutes Colin turned red and wet and hot, and then he screamed "For God's sake, I'm cumming! Please let me, all the way." Volley after volley of thick white spunk ended up on Don's shirtless body, on Colin's own face and around his short, thick cock.
"They will help each other!" Don looked back at the doctor and the masseur groping themselves as he carried the naked Colin into the shower. He undressed himself and then got in the shower beside Colin to wash him.
"Come through to the bar as soon as possible," Don said as he dried Colin. "Take a dance on the bar if you feel like it, and be ready for the initiation. You are one of three being initiated tonight. It will be fun, but we'll wait until our hosts have left."
The sports-bar was filled with guys drinking beers and shots. The temperature was high, and soon the t-shirts were dropped. Mooning by the bar was cheered with laughter and screaming every time. Colin was greeted like a pop star when he was lifted up on the bar.
Colin asked for disco, pure old disco from the eighties. Soon "Rivers of Babylon" filled the place. And young Colin performed. Nobody could ever say he was a superb dancer, but what he lacked in technique he made up for in intensity and sensuality.
"Colin, the rugby-kid, our mascot!" Don presented the youngster to the audience. In real go-go style Colin danced between beer mugs and bottles. The applause was intense when Colin stripped off his rugby gear, and displayed himself in a tight sleeveless t-shirt, see-through and sexy, showing off his big nipples and well-formed chest muscles. He went down on his knees letting the nearest guys fondle him through the fabric.
The applause grew to new heights when the model kicked off his baggy rugby-shorts to reveal the white thong which just covered his "goodies" and left his butt fully naked. Between the low-cut thong and the too small t-shirt he showed off his smooth, perfectly formed body almost as if he was naked.
Everybody could see that the thong was wet from sweat and that the stiff cock had a fight to stay inside the small piece of cloth. Colin pulled off his t-shirt, kept it in one hand and made a helicopter movement above his head before he threw it to the audience. The music slowed down and Colin teased the guys in front by placing his thumbs inside the rubber waistband as if to tug down his last piece. Kenny was standing just in front of Colin, shirtless and sexy, moving his body like his 'Kiddo' did on stage. Just before Colin could strip all the way, Kenny put his arms around him and held him tight. The team-mates whistled and jeered when Kenny lifted his room-mate down from the bar. "Don't give them more. Wait for later, Kiddo," Kenny whispered.
"He was so cute and jealous," Colin told Bill later.
"But I need your cock now, Kenny! That show made me horny as hell. Do me now, man, or I'll ask Don will take your place." Colin continued to hug his sexy friend and put one hand inside Kenny's shorts to find the huge dick all ready. They both saw Don moving towards them.
Kenny lifted Colin from the floor face to face and carried him out of the bar. Colin folded his legs around Kenny's broad back and teased his buttocks with his feet. Just outside the bar Colin nearly killed Kenny with kisses.
"You are really horny tonight, Kiddo. The electric pen up your cunt was a winner, eh? Don told me about the explosion." Kenny grinned.
"Aye, it was hot, but nothing filled me up. I need you inside me, Kenny. Nothing less!" Colin was in command. He stripped his mate in seconds and knelt in front of one of his favourite cocks. He took the tool inside and without preparations he let Kenny throat-fuck him. The cute face was filled with tears and spit, but he did not gag.
"Take it easy, Kiddo. You'll hurt yourself." Kenny played with Colin's hair. " Let me fuck you for real now, baby."
The small gym was empty. The two found a thin mattress on the floor and Colin forced his mate down. He spat on the cock that was already wet from Colin's mouth and throat.
"We have no oil. I don't want to hurt you, Kiddo." Kenny looked around.
"Open me then, in the way you would like to open your prude girlfriend." Colin turned around and placed his puckered arsehole over Kenny's mouth and nose. Kenny had no choice but to rim his room-mate, and he did it well. But the young lover was in a hurry. Again he turned and knelt with his arse close to Kenny's swollen cockhead. Then he pushed, all the way, with a long sore howl.
"You were so sexy on the playing field today, Kenny. Let me ride you like the stallion you are." Colin went in action. It was difficult to see who was the top and who was the bottom in this rodeo, and both of them cried with lust and passion.
"Slow down, Kiddo. I don't want this fuck to end." Kenny had problems talking. He lifted the small body above him and lowered him onto his cock again and again.
"But I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Fuck...fuck...fuck!" Colin came and came, again hands-free, and drenched his mate in his love juices. He did not stop. He gave Kenny all he needed, until the bigger lad sent his huge load deep inside him.
Colin let Kenny relax before eventually climbing off. Then he used his mouth and carefully played with the stallion's sensitive cock-head. He cleaned the juices from his body. He even collected some from his own love-hole.
"We have to go back to the bar now, Kiddo. It will soon be time for your baptism," said Kenny.
It was an evening with a taste of summer; a fine Saturday night for a walk through the small town centre. Bill and his new neighbour Anton decided to walk from home to the Chinese restaurant where Bill had reserved a table.
Two handsome men walked close, side by side. Bill a bit taller and broader than Anton. The two, even with more than 10 years between, were dressed in tight denim jeans and summer jackets. Even Bill had opened his shirt a bit more than usual. His hairy chest was a very potent contrast to Anton's smooth and well-tanned chest muscles. Colin would have felt like a winner if he had walked between the pair, describing them as `very sexy hunks'.
Close to the church they went into "The Old Lion," one of the traditional old pubs in town. The pub was crowded; men of all ages as well as some women drinking beer and watching the sport on TV.
"Our local pub?" Anton asked when they entered the dark room. "You are well known here, I gather." Anton had seen that several of the men looked up and greeted Bill when they arrived.
"Well, I have lived here for the last twenty years," Bill said, "but I'm not a regular. Colin is only nineteen you know, and we lived a family life for the last five years before he moved to university. But I visit the pub with my good friend Bruce and some common friends from time to time. I guess quite a few curious minds around us are now wondering who you are." Bill grinned. "Let's have a couple of pints before a nice supper." Bill placed his hand on Anton's shoulder and headed to a table in the corner.
In the beginning the talk was a bit formal between them, but after the second beer, and on to the third, the talk flew as if between old friends. Bill was a bit confused because he felt that Anton was flirting with him. Their legs met and were not turned away, and Anton, when talking, touched Bill's hand more than once. Bill had learned that behind the hunk was an artist, a producer of ideas, a man of visions. "Maybe this familiar attitude is just his normal way of dealing with other people," he thought.
The two raised the glasses and for a while their eyes met. "Are you flirting with me, neighbour?" Bill suddenly asked.
After a short break and a smile Anton replied, "Do you mind, sir?"
"No, I don't!" Bill answered. They drank the last drops and were about to leave.
"I have to find the private place!" Anton stood up and passed the bar on his way to the toilet.
Bill smiled. "If Colin was here, he would have found a reason to accompany the man to the drain," he thought.
"Not babysitting tonight, Bill?" Adam Morrison, the driving instructor and owner of the local garage, lifted his glass to Bill.
"No, Colin is in Ireland with the rugby team," Bill answered.
"Rugby?" Adam was surprised. "Didn't think that lad was built for rugby," he said.
"I agree," Bill responded as he made his way to join Anton. "I think he is only there to cheer on the team." Bill winked at the grown up man, put an arm around Anton's shoulder and left with a smile.
It was two casual, but well-dressed, men who was entered "The Golden Dragon" run by Johnny's family. Johnny himself, Bruce's young companion, welcomed them with Asian politeness, but Bill got a huge smile.
"You'll have to get to know young Johnny," Bill said as he looked at Anton. "He is one of your new neighbours. He lives with my best friend Bruce, and we see each other quite often."
Johnny greeted Anton with a bow, and Anton gave the young man his hand. Johnny was a `sight for the gods' today in his very tight black trousers and his chalk-white short Asian top. His black hair was styled like a fashion model. Leading the men to the reserved table, Bill could not but compare the youngster's bum with his own Colin's. "Not bad," he thought "and a nice bulge too. Wonder If Bruce has put the youngster in a cock-cage again?"
"A beautiful youngster," Anton commented. "He's your friend's houseboy, orÉ?"
"I suppose you can call him that, but Johnny is a part-time waiter for his father here, and also a part-time student in economics." Bill was very proud of the youngster who was doing very well.
"May I offer you some drinks, gentlemen?" Johnny was back with the wine-list and a menu.
"You care for a gin-tonic as a starter, Anton? Any more beer and I'll be pissing all night." Bill grinned. He was very `lifted' after the pub visit.
The drinks arrived, and the men decided to order a selection of different Chinese dishes chosen by the chef. "He will always do his very best," Bill said.
It turned out to be a fantastic meal. Johnny served them all evening and their wine glasses were never empty. Bill was more certain than ever that Anton was flirting with him. The man's legs, his hands and his eyes spoke the `old language', and the nearly sixty year old Bill was both anxious and embarrassed. "What would Colin think?" he asked himself.
After ordering the dessert - roasted pineapple with vanilla ice-cream - Anton raised his glass to a smiling lady sitting at the next table.
"She runs one of the other businesses in the shopping centre," Anton explained, slightly irritated at having been interrupted.
"Take care of the lady." Bill grinned. "Please excuse me for a minute." He had seen Johnny standing by the kitchen door and felt certain that the youngster was about to leave this job for the day.
"You have time for a small chat, love?" Bill took Johnny's hand and went in front of him to the toilet area. He opened the door beside the men's room. Bill knew from earlier visits that it was a storeroom for empty bottles and old furniture. Just inside the door, Bill hugged the 21 year old boy, before he kissed him with great passion and caressed the young body.
"You are horny tonight, sir?" Johnny asked or confirmed.
"Aye, and I could fuck you here and now," Bill said. Your body and your shy smile have teased me since we arrived. Bill deep-kissed the young waiter again and used his huge hands to press his body tight against him.
"No cage tonight Johnny, and Bruce is not at home!" Bill whispered. He had problems talking. He used one hand to squeeze Johnny's bulge. "Please come to me when your job is done tonight. I know you don't like to sleep alone in the house. And Colin is having fun in Ireland, I'm sure."
"But you have a new friend, sir. It looks as if he cares a lot for you," Johnny returned the pressure on Bill's bulge.
"He's our new neighbour," Bill said. "Interesting guy. He just came in to see me yesterday, and he wanted to go out tonight."
"He waits for the dessert now, sir." Johnny was serious.
"He can wait some more minutes. Please give me the dessert I want down here, Johnny-boy." Bill lifted the young man and placed him on a case of beer before he, with trembling hands, pulled Johnny's tight jeans down. The white mini-brief was nearly see-through, and when Bill carefully stripped it from Johnny, his 4.5 inch (12 cm) long, quite thin cock was standing fully erect in front of Bill's mouth. Bill squeezed the youngster's small hard balls and sniffed the typically wiry Asian pubic hair before he took the boy's whole cock into his mouth and sucked him with passion and lust.
Johnny moaned and whined and Bill understood that this would be a short foreplay. Minutes later Johnny tried to pull out, but Bill used his hands on the young man's butt and locked him in place. Johnny spunked again and again inside Bill's mouth, and Bill swallowed the white load with pleasure.
"I think I'd like a dessert wine." Bill grinned and took the now half-hard cock into his mouth again. Johnny looked confused, almost unhappy. "Please give me your yellow nectar. Do it slow, boy." Bill pulled Johnny's foreskin back and placed his dark cockhead inside his lips. Very slowly Johnny gave Bill his dessert wine, and like a good waiter he managed to fill the glass without spoiling.
"Please take a taxi direct to me Johnny, and you'll stay overnight, okay? We can skype Colin too if you want." Bill put a ten pound note in the lad's pocket. "Just a tip for the taxi fare." He grinned and went back to Anton waiting at the table.
"I'm glad you're back. That very talkative lady was beginning to get on my nerves." Anton placed his hand on top of Bill's fist.
"Your dessert, gentlemen," Johnny was serving. "And a glass of sweet wine to follow, I guess?" The youngster looked straight into Bill's eyes. Bill could only smile when he saw that Johnny's styled hair was a bit out of order and his forehead showed small drops of sweat.
"The lad is working hard," Anton commented.
"Aye, he likes to please all his guests." Bill looked at Anton without blushing.
Anton stopped outside the entrance to his new house. "You care for a nightcap?" The man put an arm around Bill and pulled him close.
"Sorry but I have an appointment with my son." Bill's white lie was understandable. Although aroused by Aton's attention, Bill couldn't stop thinking of Johnny's tight love-hole. It had been a long time since this Asian beauty had ridden him.
Anton pushed Bill very friendly into the shadow of the tree close to the door. "May I kiss you goodnight then?" Anton was probably less drunk than Bill.
"Why not try, and see what happens?" Bill grinned in the sparse light from the streetlight.
The two grown up men's lips met in a fight of a kiss. Lips met lips and two tongues had their own war. Two hard bulges met too, and neither of them wanted to be the loser.
A taxi could be seen coming down the road. Bill gave Anton a quick smack on the lips. "Thanks, neighbour. See you soon." He turned around and hurried home.
The Irish hosts left the bar to organise the sleeping arrangements in the local sports hall and the visitors from Scotland made a lot of noise as they prepared for the adoption of two new members. Don had without asking added Colin on the list. The three were now placed on chairs in the middle of the bar.
"Okay, guys. You want to be members of our proud society. To become real members you of course have to go through the "kiss the pig" test. On the field a real rugby guy must accept that all parts of his body Ð and I mean all parts - will be used by the team mates. You must accept that to build an effective barrier a finger in your ass or a grip around your balls is nothing strange." Don gave the three lads an extra beer.
"I have put some tokens inside this trophy here, both black and white. If you draw black, you worship the shitholes, and if you get a white, you must sniff the balls. Prepare yourself. ladies." Don looked at the established team-mates. The men had created a tight ring around the lads in the middle.
A rough, quite tall, youngster was the first to draw. "Black," Don shouted. "Knickers down, ladies!" All the men turned and showed off their naked butts, red, hairy and sweaty. They spread their legs and bent down. The youngster did not hesitate. He went from butt to butt, bent down, and placed a kiss between the men's arse-cheeks. A lot of laughter and some farting but the redhead youngster completed the task to a huge applause.
The second boy was a real rugby-built guy. He had taken his shirt off, and both his front and back were covered with find black hair. Colin sniffed, more soap than sweat, and even though hairy backs were not his favourite, he used his hands to rub the lad's back. Don smiled when he saw that the treatment from the mascot made something rise inside the lad's tracksuit bottoms.
"Black again," Don said as lad showed off the token. The guys prepared in a circle once more, but this time the farting was more common. The guy gave the man who made the loudest fart a flat hand on the buttocks before he licked the male entrance with a worm-like tongue. The men shook their arses and whined like little girls. Then another beer was served.
"For the first time in history we will baptise our mascot," Don shouted. "You take a token, Colin love. It's white! White! Present your jewels to our mascot!"
"No cocksucking allowed, but since you will never meet these ladies in the field, you must do it well now. Bind his hands on his back Kenny."
With a silk scarf, Kenny very carefully bound Colin's hands together.
"Knickers down, hands behind your head," Don shouted and placed himself in the ring beside Kenny.
Of course Colin had to make a show out of this. To find the balls of some lads he had to push flaccid and half-hard cocks aside with his nose and lips. Colin had seen most of these men naked before in the showers and in the changing room, but this was different. Colin's job was followed by cheering and teasing, and some tried to slap Colin's face with their cocks too. "Not many had much to slap with though," Colin told his dad later. "My cock wasn't the tiniest one around."
The last two were Kenny and Don. All the men knew that there was something special in the relation between Kenny and Colin. All knew that room-mates often had special privileges.
The teammates whistled when Kenny stiffened. Colin used his nose and mouth to keep the 10 inch (almost 26 cm) cock aside so he could lick Kenny's balls. When Kenny slapped him with the hard-on, Colin responded by using his teeth on his ballsack, light, but visible. Kenny screamed, but it was just theatre.
Don was fully erect, red and sweating. "Here's a horny guy!" Colin thought. It was the first time he had seen the 28 year old boss like this. He had a cock like Colin's stage fucker Kasim, a bit longer that Kenny's, but thick as a cucumber. And below the cock was a hanging ball-sack. Around his cock and on his pubic area was a wild bush of red hair, a real Scottish rugby player.
Colin dived into Don's crotch with his nose and mouth and licked the hanging balls from bottom to top. Then he kissed the man's naked cockhead and stood up with a huge smile. The team gave him a grand salute. Most of them dressed again, but nearly all were shirtless, and two of the players stayed naked to the teasing amusement of the others.
"Okay lads, half the test is done. Now you are to be welcomed by your new teammates. Up along the bar lads, knickers down, spread your legs, hands on the bar. And you Colin, sit on the bar, hands around your legs, and give us access to your tiny nuts, eh? But we'll have another round of beer first. Wet your tongues, ladies. We don't want to hurt these beauties." Don was the real master of this show.
The two new boys had their butts licked and sucked so that they had a taste of what they had given their team-mates. There was more than the smell of beer around.
Most of the men were very careful with Colin. To nearly suck a young lad in public was almost beyond some men's limits. However others took the opportunity not only to lick Colin's hairless ballsack, but also to get a taste of his hard-on as well. Just Kenny and Don were left now.
Kenny did a very light job on the two lads' butts. There was almost silence when Kenny reached Colin. All eyes were on the two room-mates. Kenny did not suck the lad as they had probably hoped. Colin smiled when Kenny found his balls though; his familiar tongue, his beautiful smell, his nose pressing Colin's foreskin back. Colin closed his eyes. He was very close to cumming even though he had erupted in Kenny's arms not long ago.
Don, the boss, was about to seal the act of initiation. He used his big tongue in the two holes presented, after a command to the lads to open up, not clench like virgin girls, as he said. He nodded in satisfaction.
Really, really jealous Kenny had to watch his boss nearly dive into Colin's open groin. Don followed his own instruction not to suck Colin's cock, but with his tongue he licked the balls, and put them inside his mouth, he licked the root of Colin's cock, he licked the skin between Colin's balls and arse and at last he used his long tongue to collect the clear liquid that dripped from Colin's piss-slit.
That was too much for the young mascot. "I'm cumming!" he cried. "I'm cumming!" Hands-free he sent his white load all over the bar's floor, drenching the old oak with his young nectar. A roar from the assembled bunch of males ended the show.
Kenny nearly pushed his rugby-boss aside and again he took Colin in his arms. He did not set him down until they were inside the common shower. The so-called straight room-buddy kneeled in front of Colin. "You are the best, Kiddo. The best!" He took Colin's still stiff dick inside his mouth and licked him clean before he undressed himself and turned on the hot water. Colin hugged the naked body he knew so well, closed his eyes, and let Kenny caress his sweating body.
It had been a tough start to the Irish adventure.
To be continued