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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 76
The brightness coming into the room through the curtains told Colin that the sun was shining outside. Up until now Dublin had been wet and cold during his visit with the rugby team from the university in Glasgow. Young Colin, the team mascot, never had time to feel cold though. He had been taken care of in all possible ways.
Colin felt the hot bodies close to him in the queen-sized double bed. Don, the team boss, was sleeping with an open mouth. Kenny, his university room-mate, and fuck buddy, was grunting behind him, licking his neck and teasing his earlobe. Colin felt two fingers between his arse cheeks, two oily fingers searching the entrance to his love-hole. Kenny was planning his morning fuck like he did at home nearly every morning. His wet cockhead was already teasing Colin's buttocks.
The young mascot felt a bit sorry for Don. The hairy bear had arranged the rooms to get the mascot for his own service. "I didn't know that bears passed out like he did last night," Colin thought, and opened his arse to let Kenny put his circumcised cock inside. Kenny was in no hurry this morning, very different from the way he was last night in the gay sauna. Now he took his time, pushed and stopped, pushed and stopped. When halfway inside with his 10 inch (almost 26 cm) beauty, he stopped and rotated again and again.
"You are great, Kenny," Colin managed to give Kenny a light kiss on his red wet lips. "But you'd better stop now or I will send my spunk over Don."
"Be my guest, kid!" Don grunted and put a hairy hand on Colin's dripping cock. "Your morning fuck, eh?" Don grinned at Kenny. "You couldn't be without, I understand. You have picked up some bad habits at the university!"
"Better to have a morning fuck when the night is so short." Kenny grinned back and filled Colin with the rest of his cock. "Thanks for the hand-job last night, Boss. Your profession, eh? Get yourself a roomie to fuck. Much than lonely hand-jobs, you know." Kenny fucked his Kiddo with long strokes, pulled out, and penetrated him again and again with his hard weapon.
"Take it easy, man. I have to piss." Colin let Kenny pull out before he jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
Colin took his time and was then ready for his morning duties. He looked at the two men side by side in the bed, both with tenting morning boners, and both slowly wanking underneath the cover.
"Stupid guys. I know you are straight, but why not be teens again and suck each other instead of that lonely play? You sucked each other when you were drunk so why not now?" Colin asked with a smile. He was as horny as ever when he pulled the cover off the two in bed.
"You need help I see, both of you. Who has the hardest cock?" Colin climbed the bed.
"I have!" Both of them answered.
"Okay. I better start with the boss then! Grease him for me buddy." Colin gave Kenny the tube of jelly.
Kenny looked at Don. "Our mascot is in charge, I think!" Without hesitation he filled his hands with jelly and hand-fucked his team-boss's cock until it glistened. The rest of the grease he put very carefully into Colin's puffy arsehole.
No more foreplay was needed. Colin opened his buttocks with two hands and sucked Don's thick cock into his waiting boy-cunt. In the beginning Colin was the active partner and he fucked Don as if he was riding a horse, but soon the man woke up to a new life. With hands on Colin's hips he fucked the youngster from below. No mercy now, the bear was awake. Don was close to coming when Colin lifted his bum. Seconds later he rode Kenny. Kenny knew his Kiddo, and was ready to open his mouth when Colin shouted out, "I'm cumming!"
Colin's morning cream splashed over Kenny, from face to navel. He never seemed to stop. Kenny went on and fucked him hard, harder than a normal morning fuck. With a roar he emptied himself inside Colin's tight boy-cunt.
With Kenny's spunk dripping out of his arse, Colin moved back to Don. Very easily, he lowered himself onto the waiting spear. Kenny's cum was the best lube. The thought of his teammate's spunk on his own cock was very emotional for the 30 year old bear. Howling like a dog, he was now the one who emptied himself inside Colin.
"Don't stop, Don. Don't stop. Show me the man you are. Show me, fuck me. Do it again, again." Colin's cock was dripping. His orgasm and his ejaculation went on and on, the sort of multi-orgasm Colin could get when stimulated by huge cocks in a long-lasting fuck. His whole body trembled and then he fell down between the other two with his eyes closed.
"Please clean me if you wish, guys. The protein is good for your training regime." Colin smiled when he saw both Kenny and Don collect white drops of his spunk both with fingers and tongues.
"I'm going for breakfast now. Are you coming?" The newly-showered Colin was dressed in tight denim this Sunday morning.
"We'll wait for lunch," Kenny answered on behalf of the two in bed. "See you at the pub at one o'clock, Kiddo. Don just grunted and went back to sleep.
Colin entered the breakfast room. He could `eat a horse'. That's what he often said to his daddy at home when he was really hungry.
The youngster looked around. He looked for Dr Randolph and Carlo, the masseur, but they were probably still in bed. "Hope the fragile old man gets his morning fuck," Colin thought. He was about to find a single table when to his big surprise he saw two black men sitting by a table. "The hot men from last night," Colin said to himself. The eldest of the two waved to him and Colin went up to their table with a bright smile on his face.
"Nice to see you here. Didn't know we stayed at the same hotel." The man who said yesterday to call him Senior gave Colin his hand. Colin turned to the younger man and shook his hand too. "You are alone, I see. Share our table with us, if you please." Senior pulled out a chair for Colin, who thanked him and sat down.
Colin looked at the men closely. He had only had a brief view of them before because the fucking by Kenny was all that occupied him last night. Not as black as he remembered them, more dark brown. Curly hair, black with some grey hairs, Senior was a huge contrast to the younger man, Maurice. He had his hair in a rasta-style, was thinner than the elder and had dark tattoos on both arms, neck and upper body. The thought of yesterday and the intimacy at the table made Colin get a boner again. He had to adjust his bulge in the tight denims. Senior tried to hide a smile.
"You are Americans, I guess? Pancakes and syrup for breakfast." Colin tried to keep his eyes off the men. The younger one could easily fit into tight baseball gear and Senior was a dream of a daddy-figure. Colin suddenly longed for his daddy at home.
"You want some?" Senior was about to signal for a waiter.
"Could be good, but I have already ordered a full Irish breakfast with extra beans," Colin replied with a smile.
"In a way we are Americans, but we live on Puerto Rico. I work at the university there," Senior said.
"And I try to study when I'm not running," Maurice followed. "I'm here for the marathon race in Belfast. We leave for Northern Ireland tomorrow. Papa is my craziest supporter."
The waiter brought Colin a full Irish breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding, tomatoes and baked beans.
"How can you have a body like yours if you eat breakfasts like that?" Senior asked.
"I swim, sir. I'm an amateur, but I will compete for my university next week, and then I have my hobbies as you know from yesterday. That need a lot of energy!" Colin saw that Maurice had trouble staying serious.
"You're a student too? I thought you were full-time model." Maurice said with Senior's eyes on him.
"How do you know I'm a model?" Colin was surprised.
"Anybody can see that. Your body is a dreamÉ" Senior just looked at a blushing Colin. He had stopped eating.
"Papa!" Maurice kicked Senior's leg under the table, before he took out his mobile phone and showed Colin a photo: Colin with white wings, hanging from the roof, in a piece of underwear hiding nothing.
Colin chewed a piece of toast, then without emotion said, "Aye, that's me. I do some modelling for my own underwear brand, you know. I think that photo was taken in Berlin. The girls are blogging me all the time." Colin tried to stay cool, but he was horny, hot and curious. "But how?" He started on a question.
"The entrance boy in the club showed us a picture and told us you were upstairs. You didn't know?" Senior smiled.
"You think I need to advertise for customers, eh?" Colin played offended.
"Papa has looked at your pictures all morning. There's a lot on the net, you know," Maurice grinned.
Colin felt he had to change the subject. He didn't like the thought they might see him as a sort of call-boy. "So, you are from Puerto Rico? That's why you have the creole sound in your language then?"
"Yes, that's right. Our family comes originally from the Cape Verde islands, and emigrated to Puerto Rica some generations ago." Senior was happy to talk about himself.
"What Island did your family come from? Isn't it true that you can tell which of the Cape Verde islands a person comes from by studying the `sound' in his language?" Colin went on. Maurice was looking at him with an open mouth and Senior swallowed.
"Our family came from Fugo," Senior said.
"The volcanic Island," Colin put in.
"And yes you are right, but you know many of the slaves stayed a short time at the islands, so..." Senior was interrupted.
"...they adopted the colony's Portuguese creole language. Interesting." Colin had finished his breakfast and said yes to a cup of coffee. He was very excited.
"What are you studying young man?" Senior looked a Colin.
"I'm only a first year student, sir. My main subjects are English and Latin, and the project I'm working on is about the relationship between the old Scandinavian language and Scottish, or even English modern language. Far from Cape Verde, you see." Colin stopped. He found it wise not to start a lecture at the breakfast table.
"And your partner, is he a student too?" Senior was leaning closer to Colin.
"You mean Kenny, the lad that fucked me yesterday? An excellent student," Colin whispered. "But he's not my partner. He's my roomy at campus and a hot fuck-buddy, the very best, but into girls mostly. I live with my dad. He's my partner too, if you want to use that name."
There was silence around the table. Colin speculated he had gone too far in his direct speaking. "What is your profession, sir, if I might ask?" Colin felt Senior's hand on his knee, squeezing lightly.
"I'm a professor at the university, son. My work is mostly related to linguistic development." The man's hand was moving upwards on Colin's thigh.
Colin swallowed and felt suddenly very young and a bit embarrassed.
"Papa, I think I have to leave you." Maurice was about to rise. "I need to run for an hour now to work off this heavy breakfast."
"Please go on, son. It's better weather for running today." Senior withdrew from Colin's leg. "This young man and I have a lot to talk about, if he has the time." The man looked at Colin.
"I bet you have, yes!" Maurice looked at his `papa' with speaking eyes and a grin. "Hope to see you around later!" He said as he looked at Colin and left.
Colin was about to leave too. "Please Colin, I have some maps and some tools from Cape Verde that I would love to show you. If you have time to follow me upstairs."
"My daddy has warned me about handsome men who invite you to take a look at their stamp collection, or their model railways, but I think he will understand my curiosity this time." Colin followed Senior into the lift.
The black man opened the door for Colin and used his hand to encourage the boy inside. "I really want to see a tool from Cape Verde," Colin said before standing in front of the taller man and putting a hand on his huge erection. He squeezed the stiff cock that had been visible down one side of his trousers since they had left the table downstairs. Senior did not protest when Colin opened his belt and unzipped him. Colin knelt to get a better look. He put his nose on the huge hanging bulge, sniffed and then opened his mouth. The man played with Colin's hair and helped him to take down his American-style boxers. Inside was one the biggest flaccid cocks Colin had seen. The cock, the dark curly cockhair and the brown, smooth, hanging balls were all to his service. The professor stripped off his shirt. The man was completely naked and let the lad in front of him take control.
Colin started kissing the cock. He kissed it all the way from the root to the circumcised glans. Then he lifted the cock with his mouth and just put the cockhead inside his lips. He used his lips and tongue at the same time. He knew how sensitive Kenny's circumcised cock was when he did it like this. Then he tightened his lips and let his teeth very carefully play with the still growing cock. It was stiff and huge, but still hanging down. Very different from Kenny who presented a spear pointing out from his body.
"Oh God, oh God, you make me crazy. You know how to worship a cock, son." Senior tried to get his cock inside. He now wanted to be in charge, and he tried to start a mouth-fuck but Colin didn't let him.
Colin loved the play and used his hands to squeeze the man's round buttocks. "Very beefy for a man his age," he thought, and his thighs were big too.
Colin let the man enter. He let him fill his mouth and then he tried to lock him again. At the same time, he put two fingers very lightly inside the man's arse.
"Careful son, careful." Senior's knees vibrated but he opened up for Colin's small fingers. A moan was heard when one of Colin's fingers was all inside and started to finger-fuck him silently. The man was taking control now. He put his hands around Colin's head and pulled it backwards before he filled Colin's throat with his cock. Colin coughed, and the man penetrated even further. Colin couldn't breathe. His eyes were filled with tears, but the man held him very close to his body. With a fast movement Colin managed to free himself.
"I'm not into this." Colin looked at the man with wet eyes. "No breath play with me, no slaving. Do you accept?"
The black man bowed his head. "Sorry, son. I was carried away by your skill." To show that he was not frightened, Colin took the cock back into his mouth, and let the man mouth-fuck him with force for quite a long time. Colin swallowed his juices and licked his lips. He was horny and waiting.
Suddenly there were some noise from the bed behind Colin, and a youngster with rasta-style hair became visible above the cover.
Senior went on playing with Colin while he looked at the boy in the bed. "Why are you here? Why are you not with your brother?"
"He told me to fuck off," the boy grinned. "He has a visitor, a guy he met yesterday, he said. A rugby guy, he said."
"But Maurice went off for a run. We didn't wait for you downstairs." The man could hardly talk when Colin penetrated him with another finger.
"Well Papa, he's not running now. He's fucking I'm sure." The young copy of Maurice left bed, naked but for baggy American boxers. "May I use the bathtub while you two finish? There's only a slow working shower in our room."
"Go on kid but help me undress Colin first. He's the one from the photos we looked at this morning." Senior took Colin by the shoulders and helped him to rise from his knees.
The young one was close behind Colin and whispered, "The white angel! Cool. Damn cool." He helped Colin to undress. He took his jacket, his t-shirt and his blue jeans. The JustColin tight bikini was like an extra skin around Colin's buttocks. The youngster let his hands follow Colin's sides and pulled down his underwear. One hand stayed on Colin's front and found his wet cock. "He's ready for you, Papa," he grinned. Then he whispered in Colin's ear, "Be careful. That cock will kill you!"
"Don't be rude, kid. Take your bath now!" Senior was irritated.
Colin turned away from Senior and stood in front of the young man. He placed one hand behind boy's neck, the other on his crotch. "Why don't you participate, honey? I can handle both you and your dad." Colin gave the boy his lips, and to his amusement, the boy put his tongue inside and gave Colin a wet kiss that lasted and lasted.
"Off you go." Senior gave his son a spank with a flat hand.
As soon as the lad had found the bathroom, the professor carried Colin to his bed and laid him carefully on his back. Colin was a bit confused. One brother fucking with Kenny, he was certain about that. He was about to have sex with the father, and the youngster was probably watching from the not closed bathroom door.
"He's only seventeen," the man said. "And he was not at all happy at having to stay in the hotel last night."
"But why did you put a cock cage on him, sir? The boy felt hard inside." Colin was curious.
"He's always hard, that's why. He has to concentrate on the marathon too, needs to save his energy. If not in a cage he jerks himself both day and night!" The man was beside Colin in bed. His hands wandered over every part of the very horny model. He looked at Colin's stiff nipples and touched them gently.
"Eat my nipples, sir. Lick them with your tongue. Bite them if you feel for it," Colin said but he whined when Senior used his fingernails.
"No restrictions now then?" Senior grinned.
"Go on, sir. I'll tell you if you go beyond my limits." Colin dripped pre-cum from his tiny tool when the man worked on his nipples.
"Celian! Find the wooden cock for me. It's in the sports bag. And close the door when you're finished!" Senior lifted off Colin's chest and looked at the youngster coming out from the bathroom.
The teenager was without shorts now. The only item on his young body was his cock-cage. He patted a huge dildo carved in dark oriental wood. "Please take this torture instrument off me while I take a bath, Papa. It's hurting!" The boy called Celian handed the wooden instrument to his father.
"Stop acting like a baby. You know the rules. Go on! Leave us!" Senior continued the hard play on Colin's nipples while talking to his son. The fingers and the nails were hurting, close to the border now, but his cock stayed hard, and a thread of viscous liquid poured down his hard balls.
"You like it hard, eh? I saw that when your friend screwed you yesterday. A little man-eater eh? A little man-eater and cock-sucker wanting big cocks! Tell me!" Very hard he squeezed Colin's balls, tugged them down, and the small cock became even harder and another drop of pre-cum bubbled from the piss-slit.
"Tell me. You adore my black cock, don't you? You want it in your little white pussy? You think you can take it?" The man talked as he squeezed and tugged Colin's balls again and again. Then he used his big tongue and licked the pre-cum from Colin's cockhead.
"Tell me!" Now Senior squeezed Colin's nipples while he tugged his foreskin as hard as he could.
"Yeah!" Colin cried out. "Do me hard, sir. Please fuck me now, sir. I want your black cock inside me, and I want your white spunk on me like yesterday. Fuck me now please, or I'll cum in your hands." Colin looked to the side of the snorting man. A young rasta-head in the shadow, just inside the bathroom was jerking like crazy." The sight was stunning.
Very unexpectedly, the black man turned around and presented Colin with his beefy butt. The bathroom-door locked with a snap. The man had shaved his arse, all clean, all brown and not tight. Very different from both Bill and Kasim. "Take the wooden cock from Fugo, not an idiotic tourist replica, but a real wooden cock from an old altar. Brought joy to many men and women for hundreds of years." Senior was unclear. Colin already had his tongue inside the arse of the black man.
"Spit on the wooden cock, and lick it, son. Then fuck me with it!" Senior was on all fours now. His super-cock was hanging down between his legs, and so were his balls.
Colin did as he was told. He licked and spat on the wooden cock; not as long as the real cock in front. The cockhead was like a spear, and the circumference like a child's wrists.
Senior pressed and let Colin have access. "Stop now!" The man cried, the thickest part was stretching his sphincter. "Just fuck me!"
Colin fucked the man with the dildo, and at the same time he wanked the man with his other hand. The sounds from the man told that he was very close to cumming. His hanging erection suddenly became like a horse's cock ready to mount. Just some clear spunk dripped from it. Colin collected the drops with his hand and licked every drop. The man managed to stop his ejaculation.
Now Colin's legs were lifted above his head and pushed all the way down to the bed at each side of him. Colin's arse was the highest point of his body. Senior placed the dark dildo outside the entrance, spat on it and pushed. Colin closed his entrance. "No dildo for me, please sir. I want your real cock. I want you to fill me up, and I'm about to cum already."
"Celian!" The man shouted. "Bring the oil." Nothing happened. "Come on man, bring us the bottle in a hurry!"
The naked dripping body of young Celian was beside the bed, the cock-cage just partly on. "Oil him! Oil him well." A trained youngster oiled Colin's arsehole and entrance and used the end of the bottle and filled Colin's arse with oil. "Now my prick, son. Don't be shy!" The youngster used both hands and oiled his dad's circumcised hanging erection. "Okay, go back to your bath. Don't tell your brother. Hurry up!"
Colin had been opened earlier. First Don and Kenny last night and then both of them just before breakfast. However the huge, almost black cock was not easy and Colin struggled to take it. Not much bigger than Kasim's he thought but this man was in a hurry. Colin whimpered with every inch the man inserted. The pain was burning, burning like his early penetrations when he was fourteen. He felt that his erection had gone, and now it seemed that the ramming man was in his own world. Then the man's pubic hair met the white body. Colin had taken the huge spear.
"Please sir. Just take it easy, okay. Please raise my arms a little, and then start to move." The well-trained fucker turned pain to pleasure in only a few minutes. He used his arse muscles and `killed' the professor's cock.
The man came inside Colin with a force as from Fugo and Puerto Rico. He filled the white youngster with his seed. As though `coming back from another world' he helped young Colin to get his arms and legs back to normal positions. Colin's body was wet with oil and pre-cum and spunk from the black man, as if he already had cum himself. But Colin's cock was still hard.
The man lowered his head and started to lick. This time Colin ended without much work. He was crying when he went up in bridge in front of the man as to stretch his body from the tough treatment. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he cried. The beautiful small dick started to shoot.
"Eight times!" Celian counted from the bathroom door. There was spunk all over.
"Let the kid clean you, son. Take a bath with him. He would love it." Senior lifted the wet Colin in his arms, carried him into the bathroom, and lowered him in the tub in front of his son. Then he went back to the bed and dived into the not too dry sheets.
"How was the breakfast, love?" Don stretched his hands over his head. "Kenny left half an hour ago. He went back to the other hotel and said he would meet us at the pub for lunch.
"Nice breakfast, but I really feel that we had a short night," Colin said.
"Take an after-breakfast nap then!" Don pulled aside the cover and invited Colin back to bed. The youngster, still wet in his hair, undressed and jumped in beside the warm body. He kept his boxers on this time. Colin was a bit uncertain if he could take another hot round just now and was very pleased when Don put an arm around him, pulled him close, and went back to dreamland. Although unwanted, Colin felt his erection returning when Don's warm, half-hard cock rested on his thigh.
The taxi took them north of the River Liffey, to one of the oldest pubs in Dublin. This pub was not visited so much by the tourists, but was a favourite among the locals, first of all for the beer of course, but also one of the best places to have real Irish countryside food.
Kenny was waiting for Don and Colin outside the pub. "I thought you were going to church." Kenny grinned when he saw Colin.
"I'm not due to meet the priest until later and the chapel is not far away. I need some food now, really." Colin patted his stomach.
"Been a lazy morning for you Colin, or has the animal over there kept your arse open?" Kenny pointed at Don.
"He has given me the service I wanted," Colin said. "You weren't coming back so I was happy with his hairy body."
Kenny did not comment but had a grin when he moved very close. "You know who I met outside the hotel, Kiddo?"
"How should I know? Some of the dripping cunts, I guess!" Colin answered.
"Maurice, the black guy from yesterday. You know, the guy with the old chap. He was coming down to the reception when I left. They stayed at your hotel, I think." Kenny was eager to tell about his meeting.
"Really?" Colin looked very serious. "Did he remember you? It was quite dark up there."
"Aye, we had a cool chat. He is a marathon runner, here in Belfast for the jubilee marathon tomorrow. We talked about training!" Kenny said.
"Cool!" Colin did not have many words now. Kenny put an arm around Colin and the two went into the pub. Colin squeezed Kenny's buttocks. "And you two had a training session together then?"
"Aye, we had. Very cool!" Kenny let Colin squeeze him again. "Do my front too, Kiddo." He placed himself tight behind the mascot who had no problems to find his roomie's stiffening cock behind his back.
Don made a speech, handed beer to everybody, and pointed at the private table filled with a hot lunch; Irish stew, Shepherd's pie and black sausages. There was even a huge plate of imported Scottish haggis in the middle of the table. It seems as if the lads from Glasgow wanted to start with the taste from home, even though they had been away from Scotland not more than three days. Colin managed to try some of everything and was happy to rest on one lap after the other while the Glasgow guys started to sing their Scottish songs.
Another beer, and after that another; the party changed to a "you are the best man in the world" party, with hugging, and teasing and shirtless contact among the bears. "Very tough on the sports-field," Colin thought. "But a lot of emotions after some beers." He was sitting on the lap of a guy he seldom talked to, a silent boy from the Borders. When the lads sang out their emotions and tried to lift the roof, he kissed Colin, and probably thought of his girl at home. His huge hands searched Colin's naked skin underneath his t-shirt and didn't stop at the belt. Colin felt the lad stiffen and was not sure how to handle this in the middle of everybody. "I have to piss!" Colin whispered and left for the toilet, trying to cover his tenting front.
Colin was followed by the man and soon the two of them were standing side-by-side trying to piss. The old pub pissoir smelled of man-piss and beer. Colin was stiff, but still managed. The man from the Borders, as Colin called him later, was sweating. He could not do the job. His modest dick was blood-red and hard.
"Take a wank!" Colin said. "And then relax."
"Sorry for touching your prick in there," the man said without looking at Colin. "I was so horny!"
"Why be sorry? You made me horny too. No problem." Colin used one hand to find the man's cock and jerked him in silence.
The man's white cream dripped down the dirty wall after just a few minutes. He had cum in completely silence. "Please don't tell, don't tell," he whispered and looked at Colin for the first time.
"Don't worry. Now relax and piss. You're my pal." Colin gave the man a kiss, then he left for the singing horde inside.
Karaoke and football and more beer; that was the combination for the next few hours. The quality of the performance was rather mixed but clapping and booing followed every number.
Colin was challenged too. He was nearly resting on three men's laps, but then the choir was clapping and shouting, "Colin! Colin!" He had to do his job. He went up to the small platform, found a song on the karaoke-player, and then turned around.
The kid-like Colin, his hair tousled by the men, his voice a bit rusty, thought of Charlie and wished he had been here, or his `boyfriend' Olav, both excellent singers. He tried to sing like Bon Jovi, and he tried to look like Bon Jovi:
"It's my life / it's now or never/ I ain't gonna live forever/ I just want to live while I'm alive. IT'S MY LIFE!"
The applause at the end filled the old pub. The rugby team lifted their young mascot. "A tough choice Kiddo, a very tough choice." Kenny was the first to hug him, before the rest of the team continued with their praises.
It was a huge office, and not what Colin had expected at the chapel. He was standing just inside the doorway waiting for some reaction. He had knocked on the oak-door, but no one answered. Now he was considering whether to leave.
"Welcome, you must be Colin." A warm voice, in contrast to the gloomy room, came from a priest who entered the room from a side-door. Colin crossed the floor, moving towards the desk, and saw that the very mature priest was followed by two young men. All three were dressed in black cassocks. The man welcomed Colin with open arms, while the two young men looked on with folded hands.
"I'm Father Wilfred, a very good friend of Father John, your priest at home in Scotland. I'm very happy to see you. I've heard a lot about you." The man hugged the visitor and kissed him lightly on both cheeks. Colin knew the scent from Father John and the vestry at home, a combination of old clothes and candles. This man's scent was very manly and at the same time he was perfumed like a young man. Colin felt both relaxed and excited in his arms.
"Please meet Father Conor and Father Ryan. They are both candidates and are here to learn." Father Wilfred waved them forward and Colin gave them his hand.
"I bring this from Father John." Colin handed the man a packet in grey paper with a seal. "He said he wouldn't send them in mail. Very personal papers, he said."
"Very personal, yes." The old priest opened the packet, and without words he looked through the first of five handwritten books. "John and I shared a room for many years at the seminary and we wrote common diaries. I haven't seen them for many years." His eyes were far away.
"Father John read some of his own pages to me last week. He also showed me some of your drawings, Father." Colin tried a teasing smile, and the man blushed before he wrapped up the books and placed them on the desk.
"We were so young," the priest said. "So innocent." Again he seemed to be far away.
Bill had told Colin that Father John had let him read the diaries many years ago. "The most erotic diaries I've ever read, with quite explicit illustrations," Bill had said. He had also told Colin that the diaries had been inspiration for some of the erotic novels he had written later.
"Father John is a priest of the old school." Father Wilfred talked now as if he was giving a speech. "He gives advice and he punishes, but with punishment there is always forgiveness and comfort. Am I right, Colin?"
"Aye, Father. That's him." Colin found the man's eyes.
"Has he ever punished you, Colin?" The priest was very direct.
"Yes Father, many times. First time when I was only fifteen." Colin bent his head. "I used bad language at the scout camp."
"And what did you learn?" This was a real lecture.
"To be careful with my tongue, sir." Colin was loud and clear.
"But he punished you last week as well, he told me, and you are nineteen now," Father Wilfred glanced at the young candidates.
"Aye, he did sir. He caned me in the vestry in front of my dad," Colin answered, still very direct.
"And what was the reason?"
Colin knew this question had to come. "I.. I.. eh masturbate too much, he said." Colin blushed when looking at the young priests. "He didn't punish me for the action, he said, but for my dirty thoughts."
"Okay, young man. You got your lesson!" Father Wilfred continued. "He told me that he had to punish his new junior priest as well. Do you know Father Alexander?"
"Yes, I know him. Very fine young guy." Colin did not want to say anything wrong about another person, so Father Wilfred had to continue himself.
"I know he had masturbated in front of some guys from the choir; not the first time!" Father Wilfred frowned. Colin did not comment but he noticed that the two young priests were sweating. Their folded fists were white. "And how was he punished Colin?" Father Wilfred looked at Father Conor and Father Ryan.
"He received ten strokes from the cane on his bare butt, Father, and had to stay in the pillory for the rest of the day, I think." Colin did not say that Father John played with Father Alexander's balls and cock until the young priest spilled his milk. And he didn't mention that Father John had rimmed Colin himself and fucked him with his tongue until he had spunked all over the vestry floor - soothing treatment after the spanking!
Father Wilfred turned to the two young priests. "Your Prior has reported that you have broken your vow of celibacy. No women were involved I heard, and that makes it easier to judge. Now you have to show us exactly what you did in bed two mornings ago.
"But we can'tÉ" Father Conor started.
"We haveÉ" Father Ryan tried to continue.
"Don't make excuses for yourself, and don't lie. If you lie to me, I will double the punishment. Undress now. I know you were both naked." Father Wilfred looked from the guys to Colin and back again.
The two young priests stripped off their cassocks. Without the black priestly gowns they looked like any other young men, with black t-shirts and modern black tight boxers. "Go on! I've seen naked young men before," the priest said.
"Guess you have, old fucker!" Colin thought and very quickly regretted it. He looked around; he was in a church! Even though not a believer, he had been taught to respect religious places by his Daddy.
Shirtless they looked very hot, Colin thought. Well trained muscles. And the legs were sportsmen's legs. Father Wilfred had to push them to go on, and Colin soon understood their reluctance. When the two young men pulled down their boxers they displayed the fact that they were wearing solid metal cock-cages.
"The Prior didn't tell me that he had caged you already, but he was correct to do that. Colin, take this key and free them from the cages. It's lucky that I have standard keys here." Father Wilfred grinned and gave Colin a small key. Nothing had surprised this kid-like Scot the priest saw, and the two young men were freed their cock-cages in seconds.
The red and squeezed cocks dripped when free, but Colin did not touch them, even though he wished he could have done so. "Very normal cocks," Colin said when he reported to Father John after he was back from Ireland. "And they acted very normal too. Stiff as iron, very quick after they were freed."
"Okay, no more excuses. Use the sofa over there." Father Wilfred pointed. "Show me what you did in bed. Exactly!"
For the next fifteen minutes the church office was like a porn-stage. The two young priests seemed to forget the time and the place. They kissed deep and hard, they sucked each other, they licked balls and cocks, and they played with each other's their nipples. Then with some force Father Conor moved his priestly colleague onto all fours, spat in his arse and opened him with his fingers, before he - with a professional attitude - penetrated him. He fucked him as if he was in a real hurry.
"Okay candidates, no semen was reported by your Prior, so stop there," Father Wilfred said and then he went up to them.
"Didn't you cum?" Colin burst out, before he put a hand over his mouth.
Father Conor tried to answer but was silenced. "A terrible sin, but we'll talk about that later. Take your punishment now. Get ready both of you, bend over the desk and spread your legs. Pray for forgiveness and don't let me have to bind you!" Father Wilfred looked at Colin. "Fetch me the cane in the corner!"
Colin found three sizes of cane there. A stiff and hard one, a medium one less hard and then a thin long cane. All of them were newly wet for the occasion. Colin knew from experience how the thin one could sear bare skin. The thick one was impossible, he thought, so he took the medium one.
"Ten strokes each, and you will remember your vow of chastity!" Father Wilfred tested the cane in the air. The worst sound Colin knew.
Five strokes followed on each of the naked buttocks. Not a sound except for the cane hitting the white globes.
"Spread your legs," the priest commanded. He went up to the two young men, spat in his hand and soothed the pink stripes. Like what Father John did with his young priest at home, Father Wilfred did here. He let his hand follow the arse cracks, found the smooth balls, followed the hanging cocks and found them both hard. He wanked them very carefully, just two or three jerks, and collected the dripping juice, spat again and used the combination of spit and pre-cum like an ointment on the sore arses.
"This must be a unified church practice!" Colin thought. "Comfort by the rules."
The next strokes landed higher and then lower; the two priests whined with every stroke now, but Colin could see that the real punishment had been given. This was just a follow up, but when Colin had thought this, Father Wilfred ended the strokes by a hit that produced the tears from the suffering youngsters.
"Find the oil over there, Colin." Father Wilfred pointed at a shelf, "and help me comfort these repentant sinners."
The two young priests got their red bums oiled. The oil that ran down the arse cracks was used to grease up the balls and the two stiff cocks.
"Now, take your clothes and dress in the locker room outside. We start the devotional in half an hour," Father Wilfred said and then turned to Colin. The two young priests tried to cover up their fronts when they left the room. "You have any comments, young man?"
"Sorry Father, but I feel that punishment for making love is wrong." Colin was serious.
"I agree, in a way, and better do it here than in the convent," the priest answered. "And I didn't lock them up again." He looked at the cages on the desk. "And I gave them half an hour!" He grinned.
Father Wilfred sat down on the sofa. "Come here and sit in my lap, Colin. Tell me if Father John still has his specialities."
"Specialities?" Colin looked at the priest. His hands told Colin that there soon would be another sexy scene in the church office.
"Father John loves to use his tongue, if that's what you mean. And he is fond of taking his lads down in the crypt for play," Colin told the priest. "Hard play mostly, even very hard play, if you understand."
"He hasn't changed! The same hunk as always, eh?" Father Wilfred had started to undress Colin. "Do you mind if I take a closer look at your young body, son? Gives an old man energy."
"Go on, Father. I love to be naked." Colin felt that his erection was there again.
"I've heard that, and John also told me that you have the same tongue-skills as him. Right?" The man played with Colin's stiff and wet cock inside the thin fabric of his bikini-style underwear.
"You have to test me, Father. No other way to check, is there?" Colin grinned. He tried to unbutton the man's cassock.
"Wait, son. Let me taste you first. On your knees and spread your legs." Father Wilfred ripped off the last piece of clothing. He was a good licker too, and Colin, a very horny Colin, purred like a cat when the mature priest used his tongue all over Colin's lower body while abusing his erect nipples. He let Colin suck his fingers before he put them quite brutally into Colin's arse. The boy whined, but stayed hard, and a string of pre-cum landed on the priest's black robe. Father Wilfred knew teens well so he understood that the visit had already pushed Colin close to the edge. He felt Colin's balls contract and was afraid that he would cum very soon.
"Wait Colin, not so fast. We have half an hour. The candidates are still praying!" He grinned. "Lie on my lap. I want your butt hot. Think of Father John. His hands are tougher than mine."
The sound of flat hands hitting flesh was the only sound in the room. But soon the spanks grew in strength and Colin whined and shook his head every time the big hand hit his round butt. Father Wilfred spat in his hand and caressed the pink buttocks. Then he lifted Colin's hips and found his dripping dick. He collected the clear juice, sniffed it, and let the youngster lick his fingers. Then he put his fingers inside Colin again, turned his hand a little and like a doctor found his prostate. "You ready to serve me now, son? You ready to show me your skills?" Father Wilfred felt the youngster nearly rotate on his lap, close to cumming again. He withdrew his fingers and place Colin in front of him.
Without words Colin helped Father Wilfred to undress. The cassock had Colin's wet marks. From the diaries Colin had learned that Father Wilfred was even more well hung than the priest at home, and Father John's 9.5 inch (24 cm) veiny cock was more than big enough for most guys.
The priest had underwear which seemed very strange to Colin - a sort of corset, or if you wish, something like the dance-belt he had seen on ballet-dancers, which prevented his balls and cock from moving. But the long cock was erect, for sure, pointing upwards and Colin guessed that Father Wilfred had nearly spunked off during the punishment of his younger colleagues.
The tough youngster suddenly took command. With very direct action the mature man was naked. Colin massaged the confined cock and balls with his hands before he took the tip of the cock inside his mouth. Not as veiny as Father John, but thicker and darker. The man was fully shaved, not a hair on his light skinny body.
Colin let the priest kneel on the sofa now and found the man's hairless arsecheeks. For the next fifteen minutes Colin rimmed the man and showed his skills.
"Fuck me, Colin. Use your tongue inside me," was the first expression from the moaning man. Colin formed his tongue like a small dick, opened the arsehole and started his work. The priest's moaning increased. Colin went on tongue-fucking the man's arse. With one hand he found the man's naked nipples, while his other hand wanked the priest with hard steady movements. With a scream of pain and lust, the man's iron-hard cock started to shoot. Colin went on jerking, and again and again the white man-cream landed on the old church leather sofa.
Colin let the nearly 70 year old man rest, then he whispered in his ear. "You will fuck me now, Father? The priest at home always does. I need your huge cock inside me." Colin was not sure about his youthful expressions in these surroundings.
"I'm not as good as John. He is still a master I'm sure. I'm done for the day, I think. You were great, Colin. A good pupil, I'm sure. Take a rest now." Father Wilfred collected his clothes and left. A naked, very unsatisfied Colin closed his eyes and took hold of his dick.
"Wanking in the church office and a sofa full of spunk. Think you need some punishment, Scottish guy." Father Conor grinned and took off his belt. "Hold him, Ryan. Show your butt to us, sweet lad."
Colin placed his hand around Father Ryan's shoulders, spread his legs and pushed his butt high. The belt hit, but this was a show Colin thought. With every hit he cried and twisted. After five strokes the two changed positions. Father Ryan used the belt a bit harder, and Colin felt his buttocks getting quite warm. When the last stroke hit the side of his balls he cried for real. With tears in his eyes, but still with a dripping cock, he looked at them. Then he grinned.
"Remember what your teacher said about forgiveness and comfort. Fuck me now, and fuck me hard. Use your stiff cocks on me now. Make me cum, make me come now!" Colin looked at the two who hesitated. But in a hurry they undressed. "Okay!" Colin thought when he saw that the two were naked underneath their cassocks. "Maybe a plan here?"
Father Conor and Father Ryan were well trained fuckers and Colin got great service. But the action was a bit tame so Colin took command. He placed one of the young priests on his back on the sofa before he climbed on top and rode him with long and hard attacks. The young priest fucked by Colin's tight arse muscles, could not last long. He sent his load into Colin.
"My God, My God, My God!" He cried. Colin bent forward and kissed him before he took the other young priest's arm and helped him down onto the sofa. With spunk dripping from his arse, Colin let the other priest penetrate him. He was much more of a fucker and worked on Colin's prostate from underneath. Colin was close again for the third time this afternoon and now he shouted "I'm cumming, guys. I'm cumming!" His white milk hit both the young priests who, with open mouths and closed eyes, let Colin empty his balls over their faces and their upper bodies.
Colin felt sorry for the one still on the sofa. He spread the priest's legs apart and took the balls and cock into his mouth, then gave him a hot service. Filled with church seed in both ends he looked at the two, before he kissed them and thanked them.
Behind a dark curtain beside the bookcases Father Wilfred had watched the show on the sofa. He had lifted his cassock at the front and was wanking his man-cock with great pleasure. Now he hesitated. His young colleagues were cleaning each other's faces.
Father Wilfred went up to the sofa. He looked at his young candidates. "I heard you joked about the old man who could not do his job on this youngster. We'll talk about this later. Take the lad's legs now and spread them on either side his head. You wanted a hardÉehÉfuck, Colin. Let's show them. Let's show them."
Colin's arse, filled with two loads of spunk, did not need any new lubrication. Very carefully the old priest bottomed him. The 9.5 inches (24 cm) filled him.
"Perfect, Father. Perfect. That's how a cock should feel. Fuck me now, Father. Take me to heaven!" Colin thought afterwards that the expression was a bit out of place. But Colin felt in heaven when Father Wilfred fucked him in all possible ways. Colin had another orgasm when Father Wilfred let out a roar and erupted inside him. The two candidates just looked at each other and grinned.
"Have you ever thought about studying theology, Colin? You do Latin already." Father Wilfred sat by the desk in front of his Scottish visitor.
"I think I will carry on with the Old-Norse beliefs," Colin said with a smile. "I think I would have serious trouble with the vow of chastity, Father!"
Colin went up to the Irish priest who hugged him and then kissed him on both cheeks. "Tell Father John I was very happy for your visit."
Kenny and Don waited by the airport bus. "We leave in some minutes, Colin. I was worried you might be late so I've brought your luggage down." Don put and arm around him, and Kenny slapped his bum.
Colin howled. "Hard pews in that church!" Colin tried to smile.
To be continued