Colins New Adventures

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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 80

Sitting in his campus room Colin felt very much alone. His `piss-brother' Olav and his favourite professor Thor had left for the airport the day before. Thor was to stay in the Norwegian city of Bergen for some weeks until he left to start his work in Africa. Colin's roomy, Kenny, had for once decided that he should visit his folks at home and when Colin telephoned his Dad, a very excited man had talked about a pub night with Anton, his new neighbour. And on top of that the swimming pool was closed because of a technical problem.

"Why do I always have to be so careful? Damn, I'm nineteen for God's sake. I'm horny as hell and I want a fuck. Why don't I just go out and get one? I'm sure there are plenty of willing men out there," he whispered to himself.

Colin waved to Roland and his screaming friends. "Not tonight, baby!" Colin shouted. He was not in the mood for a `queen-party' just now. He was dressed in baggy tracksuit bottoms and a similar loose hoody, far from the elegant international model. Colin looked inside the security office. An unknown person was there today - no Boyd and no Doug.

The young student, with his hands deep in the pockets chose the Kelvin Way through Kelvingrove Park. From time to time he stopped and looked around. In the dusk he was almost unseen. A man stopped in front of him. "You got a fag, mate?"

"I don't smoke, sir." Colin was polite as ever.

"Maybe we could find a warmer place," the man continued. "I live close to the park." The man found Colin's visible tent and squeezed his cock.

The horny student let the man continue for some seconds. He had no boxers on and the rough treatment made him wet. Suddenly he heard young voices. He turned around with his back to the well-dressed man. Three students passed just in front of him. He hoped they hadn't seen the action. "This is too risky," Colin thought. "Not dark enough." He followed the students without looking back.

Colin left the park and caught a bus. The weather was a bit humid and there would be rain later on. He left the bus close to the Merchant City area. The streets were rather empty in the cool weather and he felt like something to drink. It was starting to rain when he stopped in front of the gay pub where his straight mates from campus sometimes went for drag shows. Colin was not into drag. He loved real men. A strip show was better than males in dresses but he had never seen a real male stripper in Glasgow. He had complained about that in the rugby pub once and the result had been amazing. Colin had never seen so many crazy, naked men dancing and drinking.

"What are you doing here, baby? Out alone in this terrible weather." A man dressed in black came out from the bar door. His name tag showed he was the bouncer.

Colin knew his face and smiled. It was one of the well-built guys from Kenny's rugby team. "Hey man, I didn't know you were working here." Colin went close up to him to get cover from the rain. "I hoped for a beer but I've left my papers at home and you guys always stress proof of age required." Colin grinned. "But you need some young meat in here, don't you? This is almost a retirement centre, I've been told."

"You come with me, lad. Be my guest. Beer on the house!" He placed Colin at the bar and ordered him a pint. It was hot inside and Colin pulled off his sweatshirt. He only had a tight white singlet underneath. The recent weeks of swimming and even training with weights had prepared him well for the new modelling session which would start soon, and some hours on the sunbed had given him a summer tan. The mature men around licked their lips and behaved like hungry kids. Colin lifted his glass and smiled at the ones beside him. A good-looking man in his late fifties placed himself close to Colin when he ordered a beer.

"I saw you in the park earlier. No luck, eh? Too early, wrong park! You meet me by The Arch in Glasgow Green at eleven, okay?" He placed his hand on Colin's naked shoulder and then left for his seat. Colin sipped his beer in silence.

"Be careful with him. He's very rough with young guys," the grey-haired grandpa-like man beside him whispered.

"Thank you, sir. Kind of you to let me know." Colin lifted his glass again. The old man put his fragile hand on Colin's thigh. The boy spread his legs as much as possible, used his own hand and placed the man's hand inside his baggy bottoms and let him find his stiffening dick. The man wanked him with two fingers, soft and gentle. A man on the other side of Colin, quite elderly too, and talking with a broad Glasgow accent, tried to find his way inside Colin's tracksuit bottom. Colin helped him. Another man at the bar watched as the two men played with Colin's small but very hard prick and his sweaty balls. Colin closed his eyes. He knew he would cum if the men continued for much longer. The situation was unreal and extremely sexy. But as always when drinking beer, he very soon had to piss.

Colin gave a sign that he was going to leave the bar and the older gentlemen withdrew their hands. The youngster looked down his own body but did not cover up his tenting bulge. "This is what's it's all about, isn't it?" he thought.

The room behind smelled like any old pub toilet, piss and chlorine. Only one man was standing by the zinc. Colin placed himself beside him and pushed down his trousers. His front and his round butt were naked and on display. Colin looked at the man beside him, holding his cock as if he was pissing. But he wasn't, he was just waiting, playing lightly with his adult cock. "Wonder how long he has been standing there," Colin said to himself. He placed two fingers and a thumb on his own cock, pushed back the foreskin, thrust his hips forward and tried to piss through his hard erection.

"Stop! Don't piss!" The man said as he turned to Colin. It was the man that wanted to meet him in Glasgow Green.

"He can be rough with young guys!" Colin thought, both very excited and a bit scared.

The man pushed Colin into an open cubicle and closed the door. He lifted him and placed him standing on the seat, before he placed his hands on Colin's naked buttocks. "Now piss! Go on, piss!" The man took the small cock inside his mouth. The man was well-dressed and Colin was afraid to wet him, but the action had taken away some of the stiffness in his prick so he was ready to piss, and to piss a lot. It had been a long time since he left campus. He gave the man all he wanted, and the man took it all without problems. Colin did nothing to withdraw. His cock was stiffening again and he was horny as ever. He began to mouth-fuck the man and was pushed away. "Stop it, slut! Stop it, damn whore! Eleven o'clock, at The Arch. Be there, baby-boy, be there." Suddenly smiling. The man pulled up his jeans, fastened his belt, opened the door and left, slamming the door behind.

Colin dressed and went back to the bar. He finished his beer, shook hands with the two elderly gentlemen, found his hoody and left the pub. "Maybe I am a whore?" he thought as he gave the bouncer a high-five. "But a horny whore who is not at all ready for a night sightseeing on Glasgow Green."

The rain had stopped. In the middle of the pedestrian zone he was nearly hit by a small motorbike. "Look out, stupid," a boy shouted. Then he smiled and stopped. A huge basket at the back of the bike had the sign "Pizza Rolando."

"Are you a pizza boy?" Colin knew the face in front of him. It was one of the guys from his Latin class at university.

"Only temporary, I work some nights for a friend from time to time. Need to earn some money, you know? Where are you going?"

"I'm on my way back to campus I think, but I'm not in a hurry." Colin was happy to see a fellow student.

"Jump on behind me! I'm on my way back to Rolando. Just one delivery left and then I'm finished," the youngster said. Colin sat close behind the pizza boy and put his arms around his body. There were no hand holds on this small bike.

Colin waited outside while Julio, Colin remembered his Italian-sounding name, went inside to collect the pizzas for the last delivery. Julio was happy to have Colin for company, and Colin was pleased to get a lift back to campus afterwards. "Uncle would like to see you before we leave." The boy had a teasing smile on his lips. "He told me you had served at a party where he was the chef recently."

"Rolando is your uncle? Cool." Colin put himself very close to the warm body in front. The evenings in Glasgow could still be quite cold and Colin was not dressed for biking.

First drop, pizzas for a basement apartment in the next street, and a flock of screaming girls were seen in the windows when they arrived. "Maybe we will be invited inside?" Julio looked at Colin with a huge grin. "Pity we have another pizza in the box." The last stop was outside a dark four storey building. "Come with me. I'm told there might be some extra earnings here." Julio searched beside the doorframe and found a key to the front door. "Fourth floor, left, no lift!"

Julio used the key to open the door to the flat too. There was no sign outside but a sort of signal was heard when they opened the door.

"Shut the door and put the pizza in the kitchen!" A man's clear voice was heard. "Please come inside." Julio used a finger to tell Colin to follow him. "I'm in here. Come on, you know the deal!" The man sounded a bit impatient.

The two went into the sitting-room. A man dressed in a bathrobe was sitting in a reclining chair. He was probably younger than what Colin had thought from the voice, in his forties perhaps. Beside the chair was a pair of crutches. Colin looked around but stayed in the background. The apartment looked very simple and far from cozy.

"A new guy today, I see. Anton has a night off, eh? Fucking some old woman, I guess! Two of you to carry one pizza?" The man's face was in way empty looking, but his eyes were warm, brown and searching. Colin felt sorry for the guy sitting with his hands resting on the chair.

"My friend is here to learn, sir." Julio talked as if he wasn't sure that the man really listened. "Anton told me you want some service but didn't say more."

For the first time the man showed some sort of expression. "Aye, we have a deal. Guess you need the money too or you wouldn't be here. Come close! Stand in front of me!"

Julio went up to the man. Colin stayed in the shadows but could see the whole situation from where he stood.

"Ten quid and you show your cock to me. Ten more and you show me a real jack-off. And the last ten when you spunk off! No more, no less!" The man showed no emotion. Julio took a step back. "Don't be shy, boy. I will never touch you and you won't touch me. Just give an old man some young energy. Strip off, show me your naked body!" The man moved one hand from the armrest to his lap.

Julio hesitated and looked at Colin. He got the feedback he wanted when he saw that Colin had trouble with an erection inside the loose sports gear. He gave Colin a wide smile before he moved closer to the man. With a movement as if he had done this before, Julio stripped, first his sweater, then his t-shirt. He showed off a Latin body, tanned with some dark curly body-hair on his chest and on his stomach. There was no sign of emotion from the man but Colin swallowed when he looked at the youngster's arm muscles. Without hesitating but with some struggle, Julio stripped his blue jeans down to his ankles. The round-butted boy was a beauty and his white Calvin Klein briefs fitted him well. He used one hand inside, as if he was checking his bulge, then he dropped his underwear to the floor. The man moved his other hand from the armrest to his lap.

The pizza-boy was completely naked and his long thin cock was growing without him touching it. The dark-coloured cock with a lighter cockhead was surrounded by a bush of curly black hair. Without more instruction, a strong fist started to work on the stiff cock while fingers on the other hand tugged the hair-free heavy balls. With hips pushed forward and his eyes closed, Julio gave the impression of being somewhere other than in the poor apartment. Colin was turned on by the situation too. He was wanking hard inside his training bottoms.

Julio was being rough with his cock. He spat in his hand and continued, looking at the man with hard eyes. Colin saw and heard that he was close to cumming, and so did the man. Without words he opened his robe and revealed a naked, pale hairless body. His dick was hanging flaccid over his balls. "Hit my cock, boy! Shoot on my cock!" he cried. "Cum for me!" The man had tears in his eyes now. Julio took a step forward, pointed his cock close to the man's groin. With a roar in the otherwise silent apartment he sent volley after volley of young boy-cream over the man's lower parts. While shaking his cock to clean it, Colin was suddenly at Julio's side, repeating the pizza-boy's business. Without stripping he pointed his short prick at the dripping body, made some jerks, and sent his milk over the body in front of him.

With closed eyes the man played with the boys' spunk and his still flaccid dick. "You will find the money by the door." The man spoke with a tired voice. "Thirty quid for your service, and ten for the pizza. Remember to hang up the key when you leave."

"You feel like a whore?" Colin looked at Julio as he started up the motorbike outside the block.

"Not at all, I'm a social worker!" Julio grinned. "My friend does more service, I think, but it's none of my business. Never ask."

"Would you have done the same if the customer was a woman?" Colin jumped up behind the lad.

"Never man, never! Would have been prostitution, eh?" He speeded up. Colin bent his head close to Julio's neck. He smelled of young man. Colin wished he could have kissed his warm skin.

"Don't tell my uncle about the extra service." Julio put a hand on Colin's shoulder as he guided him into the warm, nice-smelling kitchen. "The less he knows, the better!"

"Ciao, ragazzo sexy! Good to see you." Rolando hugged Colin who soon had white flour all over his clothes. "Sit down, have some food, both of you. And close the door, Julio. No more customers tonight. Your professor was very happy with both food and service. Norvegese, eh?" The man was speaking, not waiting for comments. "Very happy for the special night serving, he said." Rolando grinned and pinched Colin's buttocks. "You keen for some service tonight, bambino?" He put one hand down over Colin's arse cheeks inside his pants. Colin pushed his bum back and opened for the man who very easily found the way for his middle finger.

Colin moaned, "But JulioÉ"

"Don't think of him," the man interrupted Colin. "He probably wants some fun too. Correct filius? "

"Si, papa." Julio smiled, went up to Colin and whispered, "You almost kissed me on the bike didn't you? And you were hard as a stick of wood, eh? Hot, man! Hot!"

The two youngsters had their pizza in smiling silence. Uncle Rolando had left for the backroom and Colin heard something that sounded like a shower. "You ready for some service, guys?" the man shouted a few minutes later. The two hurried inside and found the pizza-baker sitting on a bench with just a towel. He showed off a hairy body like his nephew.

"Undress both of you, don't play innocent, hurry up. I'm damn horny after a long day in the hot kitchen." He looked at Julio who hesitated. "You too, ragazzo! Your nun out there will not give you a wet pussy tonight either, I'm sure. Better to empty your balls in this young beauty here." He looked at Colin who had stripped off his three pieces of clothing and showed his small audience that he was ready for sex. Colin helped Julio to undress. "Get him hard!" Rolando shouted. Colin went down on his knees at sucked his fellow student's stiffening cock. He tasted cum and pre-cum from less than half an hour ago. That made Colin drip as well.

The two Italian males started some sort of argument. Even though they spoke Italian, Colin understood that the discussion was about who to fuck the visitor.

"I want you both to fuck me, gentlemen. And I want something very special tonight. I heard that you two have never fucked each other. Maybe we could change that!" Colin smiled.

"God forbid." Rolando nearly crossed himself. "His father would kill me if I took this bambino's virginity."

"Okay. Then don't do that but I think you are very horny both of you, with your Latin blood, eh? Use me then, take me, make me your toy! Who will open me?" Colin bent over, spread his legs wide, used his hands to part his arse cheeks and showed the hairy Italians a completely hairless boy-pussy.

"Madonna mia!" Rolando sighed. "Your job, Julio!"

The Italian student went into action. He knelt and used his tongue on the boy-pussy. He spat and drooled like a kid. He held Colin tightly and fucked him with his hard tongue. Colin watched as Rolando got rid of the towel and showed him the dark brown cock, encircled by curly black hair. The man was as hard as iron as he played with his cockhead and piss-slit.

Colin put his hands on Rolando's thighs as he bent down and took the man's cock in his mouth. He let him push his cock deeper, even allowing him to fuck his throat. He gagged and cried, but took all of the Italian cock inside again. "Fuck him, stupid!" Rolando looked at Julio was who just watching. Colin was wet from the mouth treatment, and Julio was leaking pre-cum. The long, thin cock went inside Colin without problems, and bottomed him. The curly pubic hair made Colin tremble. He was about to be fucked at both ends, he hoped, by an uncle and his nephew.

"Show me what you would have done with that nun tonight, Julio. You could have taken her from behind you know, kept her so-called virginity intact. Oh, my God. Colin you have to stop, or I will be feeding you already!" the man shouted.

Colin did stop but he used one hand to squeeze the man's huge hanging balls. But the `rabbit' behind him did not stop. He fucked Colin like crazy, and Colin was taken close to edge again and again. Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer and when Julio tugged his hair, and bottomed him in a scream, the two boys spunked off, the one inside Colin's body, the other all over the hairy man, who was soon collecting the boy-cream and eating it.

"Now, sir, please lie down. I'll ride you while I still have Julio's spunk inside me." Colin helped the man to lie down on the bench and gave him a pillow. He used his hand to stop the spunk from dripping and placed his rosebud tight on top of the hard cockhead. It was bigger than he remembered; the head was like a mushroom. But he pressed and with a cry both from Rolando and himself, the cock went inside. "Take it easy, please. Let me get comfortable first." Colin corrected his position, then he lowered himself all the way down on the big cock. Colin was still stiff, and he was growing very horny again. He played with the dick inside with his arse muscles and knew he could take more. He let his chest rest on the man beneath him and he even let the man kiss him, wetter and harder than he had expected.

"Now you fuck me too, Julio. I see you are hard again. You have some lube, sir?" Colin smiled when Rolando gave Julio the tube. He had it hidden beside him. "So you hoped for this, sir?" Colin gave the man a hard and short kiss before he helped Julio to enter him. The Italian youngster did not hesitate now. He rammed his cock in beside his uncle's. Tears dripped from Colin, but he stayed hard. It had been a long time since he had been filled up like this. He let the two bottom him and did not move. "Now you two fuck me, and you fuck each other. Go on. Please go on. It feels so damn good." Colin begged. The big mushroom went first and the young arrow afterwards. Colin whined like a kid.

Rolando couldn't last long. He fucked and spunked, he fucked and spunked. The wet and dripping boy-cunt was perfect for young Julio. "I'm close to heaven, papa. Close to heaven, I'm cumming now!" Julio's body was like jelly.

Colin let the two withdrew. "Who wants to eat me?" he asked.

"Please let me," Rolando said and Colin placed his arse above the man's waiting mouth. Colin grabbed Julio's head and managed to get his cock inside his lips before he came for the second time.

Julio looked at him and took his load, all of it. "First time," he said afterwards. "But for my own."

"Better than pussy, eh?" Rolando grunted behind Colin's body.

"You may kiss my neck now, if you want to," Julio said as he turned his head to Colin when they were close to the University gate.

"Please stop then," Colin requested. When the bike stopped in the shadows, Julio turned around and faced Colin. For the next ten minutes they kissed, licked and kissed again. The evening that had started with Colin as a very lonely student ended very strangely. He had gone out cruising in Glasgow and found a mate from his own Latin class. Colin gave him a high five, then hurried off to his own part of campus.

When he was about to enter, he found a message from his Daddy on the phone: "Love you son. Sorry, I shouldn't have gone to that pub. Forgive me!" Colin kissed the picture on his mobile.

There was another message, one which had just arrived: "The team from Germany arrives Thursday night including Mr Sieger and his son. The Italian designers are coming too. The German photographer is sick so Reynard has asked Don to come up from London. He will shoot the modelling pictures and some extra sets. Get your beauty sleep now. Kiss. Daddy."

"Don is taking the pictures. I love it, I love it." Colin whispered. He was inside the dark room.

"What are you mumbling about, Kiddo? Come, sleep with me!" Kenny opened his arms and let the naked Colin climb in beside him. Colin let his hand follow Kenny's body from his hair, down to his neck and all the way down his side to the beginning of the round butt. There he stopped. "Go on, Kiddo. Please continue, I've waited for you," said Kenny before he went back to sleep.

The Glasgow hotel suite was filled with the new JustColin underwear collection. The German youth magazine editor, Mr Sieger and the Italian design couple were happy when they saw Colin's excitement. Colin wanted to take a first look and maybe try some of the super-light cotton items. Mr Sieger's 17 year old son was excited too, helping Colin to choose between colours, styles and patterns.

"We wanted a Scottish background for this campaign," Mr Sieger said. "The Scottish-based television drama "Outlander" is presenting a new `season' all over Europe and it's very popular."

"Will Sam Heughan be around?" Colin grinned. "It would be nice if Jamie Fraser could show up. The actor is doing some modelling now, isn't he?"

"Your Dad has arranged the places for the photo sessions but we will wait with the final planning until the photographer arrives from London. Bill went to meet him at the airport and they should be here any minute," Mr Sieger said.

"You like the new style? It has kind of an Australian look, don't you think?" The young Italian couple was excited too.

"Very low waist design?" Colin grinned. He held a pink and white bikini-like brief in front of his body, JustColin at the waistband in front and a huge JC as decoration in the back. "I love it, very much." He let a finger follow the extra seam at the back, a seam that would let his crack be very visible.

"Why not try it on? We are all very excited." The editor coughed. His son looked at him with speaking eyes. Colin watched the Italian couple he had met just half an hour ago. They would probably see him change during the next two days, so why not now. Maybe the lady's presence would help him stay professional. Colin removed his white silk t-shirt and his tight black city-shorts. Underneath he wore yellow briefs from his first collection. He gave the t-shirt to Robin. "Please make me private!" he said. Robin took the hint and held up the t-shirt like a towel while Colin stripped off his underwear. The last few days on the sunbed had done him well. Klaus Sieger watched the show from the side with an open mouth. The naked boy had covered up for the lady in the room only. The bikini-briefs fitted him like a second skin. With a smile Colin used the hotel room as if it was a cat-walk.

"Fantastico, Colin." The Italians applauded.

Colin felt a bit unsure. The front was so tight that he had to adjust his cock and hard balls. "Maybe the next size?" Mr Sieger asked. He looked at the designers.

"No, no, no! Not bigger. We see a small pubic shadow in the front. Perfect." The man who had presented himself as Armino talked with great energy. "And we see the beginning of the crack at the back, that's the correct style."

Colin tried to remember the woman's name, Elena, a nice name. "Come over here, please Colin." The lady had a singing voice. She used her well-manicured hands underneath the brief in the back and placed the seam exactly to follow Colin's arsecrack.

"If you continue, I'm going to get a hard-on and it is no room for that just now," Colin thought.

The show was interrupted by a knock on the door. Don - Donald Matthews to give him his full name - a London photographer in his mid-fifties, arrived with Bill. The man was dressed as if he was on his way to a safari, looking boyish and extremely handsome.

"We seem to have missed a show here!" Don looked at Bill, then went up to Colin and hugged him tight.

"Nice to see you, Don. It's been a long time since we were together in London!" Colin smiled, then he turned to his Dad who gave him the same welcome.

"Good to see you, Colin. I've missed you these last few I weeks." Bill kissed his lips. "Next to nothing, eh? Really the Colin style!" Bill looked at his son, smiled and then went around introducing Don to the Germans and the Italians.

After some social talk, some glasses of sparkling water, and some `nice to see you again' comments, Bill started with the information about the places he had found for the photo-shoots.

"You wanted to bring Colin to some of the spots from Outlander," Bill said as handed out a paper to each person. "We have only two days so we have to be effective. We start close to where Colin and I live tomorrow, at Culzean Castle. The tv film-team was never there but it's a good place for photos in private surroundings. I have also found a pond nearby where you can take the swimwear shots. Looks very much like where Jamie Fraser was seen naked for the first time."

"I'll be naked?" Colin grinned and looked at his dad, who just went on.

"On Sunday we will go to the east of Scotland. I've booked three places. Midhope Castle was used for the memorable Lallybroch, Jamie Fraser's home. We can use it for a very private session. We will next go to the impressive Blackness Castle which was used as the filming location for Fort William, where Jamie received a whipping from Black Jack Randall." Bill looked up from his papers.

"You plan to whip me there, Don?" Colin looked at the photographer.

"If you don't mind!" the man answered.

"We plan to end up at Linlithgow Palace, which was used as Wentworth Prison on-screen, where Jamie was taken and assaulted by Black Jack Randall," Bill ended. "I have chosen these places for practical reasons. I'm sorry that the location of the stones on the hill - used when Claire travels through time - doesn't exist in real life. We'll set up some fake stones at Culzean to re-create the illusion."

The team present applauded.

"We need another Scottish lad to support Colin." Don looked around and added, "We have to make JustColin a brand for young grown-ups too. The guy doesn't have to be a model. His face and front will never be shown; he will be a sort of silhouette behind or beside Colin in some pictures. He must look a bit older than Colin here, be muscular, clean and his..." Don coughed "...butt must be round and sexy."

"I have found your man," Bill answered. "Colin's room-mate Kenny is perfect. He will go with us on Sunday only."

For once Colin looked as if he had suddenly woken up. He looked at his Dad with an open mouth, then he grinned and for once said nothing. "Now I understand why Kenny was so secretive," he thought. "Hope they pay him well for his sexy body!"

"Kenny will be Black Jack Randall then," Colin whispered to Don. "You make him rape me in the prison perhaps?"

"Not a bad idea. You should be a producer, Colin," Don whispered back.

"The rest of the agenda is purely business," Mr Sieger said. "I understand Don has some requests from Mr Reynard as well."

"I act as manager for my son," Bill said, "and the young man has two long days ahead. I assume he can be excused now to maintain his fresh beauty."

"Perfect!" Colin said. "It's Robin's first time in Glasgow and I have promised to show him the city." Robin looked at his dad who nodded, and Bill had no objections. The two left smiling and acting like the teenagers they were.

Colin took Robin on a short trip through central Glasgow. Then the yellow sports-car headed west along the Clyde. "Please undress, Robin. I can't wait to see you naked. I've seen that you have been hard since you came into the car." Colin accelerated.

"And you have a wet spot in front of your shorts, Colin. You are damn horny, aren't you?" Robin grinned and stripped off his t-shirt and then his shorts. The tiny white underwear did not hide the 17 years old lad's huge cock.

"The side windows are darkened in the sunshine. Just go on," Colin commanded, and the youngster was soon completely naked beside him. He used two fingers to push the boy's foreskin all the way back and admired the gleaming wet drops from his piss-slit. "You are as crazy looking as you were in Berlin and Copenhagen." Colin opened his legs and let young Robin massage his bulge.

"Small-cocked guys like me have to be satisfied with the equipment we have, but believe me, we admire the huge dicks on a kid like you. Heaven, heaven!" Colin looked around as if he was searching for something. "You ready to fuck me, young devil?"

"Yes, I'll do my best. I'm not an experienced top, you know, and I bottomed my boss every day since Copenhagen. Almost forget how to fuck for real!" Robin squeezed Colin's erection.

Colin knew the site of an abandoned shipyard not far from Dumbarton. He had been there some years ago on a trip with the scouts. "First time I sucked the priest," Colin thought.

"There it is! Like before," Colin turned off the main road and took the gravel road down to the riverbank. He drove his car into the shelter of an old rusty shed. In a hurry he opened the door. Seconds later he was naked and pushing Robin down on his knees. He knew the youngster was a trained sucker and, even though he heard noises that could be people, he closed his eyes and let his emotions control the situation. He mouth-fucked the youngster with his 4 inch (10 cm) erection, thick enough to fit his small lips.

"I need you inside me, Robin. I need you inside me so dammed much!" Colin turned around, spread his legs, put his hands on the car-roof and pushed his hips back. That was when they saw the old man and the young one beside him. Partly inside the old building he spotted a mature, well-dressed man with his pants pushed down, while a youngster was working on his cock.

"Don't stop, Robin. Just go on. Give them a show to remember." Colin grinned. And Robin did not hesitate. With his pre-cum and some spit he wet his cockhead and made it ready for the boy-pussy in front of him. Colin had to take a look at the younger boy's cock. He loved the more than 8 inches (20 cm) of well-grown cock, pointing left and upwards like a hook. He remembered how this tool massaged his prostate. Robin was soon all inside without help from Colin. Colin howled when Robin bottomed him.

The youngster stopped. "Have I hurt you, Colin?" he asked.

"No,no! Go on, fuck me hard! Just put on a show. The man up there needs some extra stimulation. He's far from hard!" Colin pushed back.

Robin fucked him like a rabbit. Colin was close to cumming after only a few minutes. "Take it easy, babe. Try to find my love spot." Colin used his arse-muscles and moaned when he felt Robin's cockhead pounding against his prostate. He couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming," he cried, and sent volley after volley of white cream dripping down the side of the yellow car. He felt something dripping from his arse too. Without a word Robin had ejaculated again and again. Colin knew the boy had erupted, but still stayed hard, just after he was first inside him, and he thought he had cum while he was mouth-fucked too. Colin hadn't seen such a silent orgasm since Olav's friend in Shetland multi-spunked in front of them.

Colin turned Robin around and collected the last drops of cum from the wet cock with his tongue. "I have to piss," the youngster wailed.

"Go on, don't wait." Colin had taken this lad's piss before so he knew he was into the game. He licked his lips when the job was done and then kissed the thin and slightly fragile-looking boy. "Maybe you will taste my spunk?" Colin collected some drops from the car side and gave it to Robin who licked his fingers like a lollypop.

They heard a huge car drive fast from the shipyard and head in the direction of Glasgow. The young boy was still standing on the wooden bridge looking down at the youngsters beneath. He smiled and used a finger on one hand to show a fucking movement using his other clenched fist. Colin smiled and gave the boy a thumbs up before he jumped into the car. The naked Robin managed to find his clothes.

"So my dear fuck-buddy, you are going to model my kid-like underwear?" Colin punched Kenny's shoulder as if he was angry.

"Aye, we have to give the chicks some value, don't we Kiddo? Who are you, baby?" Kenny grinned and looked at Robin.

"I'm Robin, and I have heard a lot about you." The German youngster gave Kenny his hand. Kenny sat up from the bed.

"Honestly, I've heard a bit about you too. But what have you heard about me then?" Kenny was one huge grin.

"I've heard that you have the most sexy body in this part of Scotland," Robin parried, "And the fastest cock to get stiff, if Colin is to be believed!"

"He should know. Aye, he should know." Kenny took a hold of his dick inside his baggy sport shorts. "And now his dad wants me to show my ass to Europe.. coolÉcool! And even get paid for it. I can't believe it."

"Are you two going to chat like old aunts? Why not get into some action here? I need to take Robin to his hotel soon and Daddy needs transport home. I thought you would both be keen to taste instead of talk. Get up, Kenny! Let's show off your beauty." Colin went up to Kenny and pulled his shorts down in slow motion. He had nothing underneath. For once Kenny was only half hard, but when Colin first used his hands then his lips for a few seconds, the circumcised dream-cock was stiff and ready like a warrior's weapon.

"Wow! Crazy! Fuck!" The German boy had some intelligent comments. The 10 inch (almost 26 cm) beast was impressive.

"Come here!" Colin commanded. He brought Robin close and helped him to strip in seconds. The lad did not need help to be hard. His teenage erection was pointing upwards and left, and as to point out he was ready for action, he pulled his long foreskin back and showed off a wet cockhead.

"Impressive, really impressive. And you are not fully grown yet! Come here, please dock with me. You have the foreskin they stole from me." Kenny placed his naked cockhead close to Robin and managed to cover both cocks. He squeezed the two cocks and kept Robin's foreskin tight around his own glans. Colin watched Robin's face. The lad closed his eyes and swallowed, then gritted his teeth. Colin winked at Kenny. The thin foreskin was changing to a small balloon. Kenny managed to hold on. "You are cumming baby, aren't you?" Kenny smiled.

"Sorry. Damn. Sorry!" Robin had tears in his eyes.

"Don't be sorry baby, and don't stop. Go on. Never felt anything like this before. Fuck. Fuck. I'm about toÉ" Kenny grinned.

"Cool down, crazy guys!" Colin interrupted. He managed to get both cocks into his mouth and cleaned them.

"Fuck him now, Kenny. Make him know what a dream you are," Colin commanded.

"You think you can take me, baby?" Kenny put an arm around the German teenager.

"Yes! Go on, fuck me. Fuck me like you fuck Colin. I want to know the truth!" Robin was eager.

"Ride me then," Kenny said. "I'm a bit lazy tonight."

"I'll give you a lazy ride okay. You'll never forget the German jockey, stallion!" Robin answered.

Kenny found the `fuck-oil', as he called it, oiled his cock and without mercy opened the boy-cunt with three oily fingers. Not a sound except for happy groaning from the youngster. Then the lad opened himself with both hands, and let Kenny's long weapon fill him in one single thrust. "What a fuck! You are crazy man! Damn!" Kenny did not spare the expressions.

Without waiting, Robin rode the huge spear. Again and again he impaled himself. Kenny could not stay passive for long. He put his hands on the lad's hips, locked his movements and then fucked him hard from underneath. Now the boy started to whimper. He nearly cried like a child. Kenny stopped. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. I'm cumming again, I'm cumming! Suck me, Colin!" Robin was wild. The two big-cocked lads, the 17 year old German, and the 20 year old rugby student and Colin's fuck-buddy, erupted about the same time. Kenny pumped inside the boy, and the boy pumped inside Colin's mouth. Kenny rested inside the boy when Colin kissed him with a mouth full of the lad's cock-milk. The snowballing between the two lasted until Colin lifted Robin from Kenny's dick, and cleaned him with tongue and lips.

"You better dress quickly," Colin commanded. "We are late and Dad will kill me. But I need to use the bathroom first." Colin opened a drawer, found a pair of briefs and hurried down the hall. His underwear was filled with spunk. No time for a shower, he just had to dry himself off. It had been a long time since he had spunked in his pants by watching a show but the stiff German riding a stiff Scot had done it.

"Close your eyes baby, and don't open them until I tell you," Kenny said. He pulled the German lad very close and kissed him deep and hot. He tried to think of his girlfriend, but this youngster's lips and tongue were more active than any girl he had ever kissed. "You can open your eyes now, baby."

Colin was back waiting for Robin to dress. "Guess I'll see you on Sunday, Kiddo. I'll steal the show, you know. There's an Italian lass there, I understand!" The naked stud spread his legs and played with his balls as Colin and Robin left the room.

"Did you manage to show Robin the city?" Bill asked Colin on the way home in Colin's car. "

"Aye, dad, I did. We went all the way down the Clyde too. Nice lad!" Colin planned to tell Bill the whole story but he wanted to wait until they were back home. He wanted Bill horny enough to fuck him.

"And he was the same hot fucker as in Copenhagen?" Bill grinned. Colin blushed and tried to cover up the wet spots in his shorts.

"You envy me Daddy, don't you?" Collin parried. "The lad's wish is to get you naked and play with your huge weapon, so I guess your time will come!"

"And you saw Kenny, I assume? What did he say about the job I offered him?" Bill changed the subject.

"He's planning to seduce the Italian signorina." Colin smiled. "Or perhaps her husband!"

"You two are crazy, son. What I envy is your youth and your playfulness." Bill kissed his son who just had stopped outside their doorway.

"You wish you were young again, Dad?" Colin whispered. He had unbuttoned Bill's shirt and was playing with his body-hair and his hardening nipples.

"No, my youth was crazy enough but I wish I still had half your energy." Bill responded to the teasing by stripping off Colin's t-shirt and then pulling down his shorts and brief in a single movement.

"I just want to see if you had something left for me." He smiled when he saw Colin's waiting erection. "We'd better go inside. The car is too small, isn't it?" Bill hurried outside and carried his half-naked `son' into their home.

Colin was in a great mood when they reached Culzean Castle on the Saturday morning. The castle and the country park brought back nice memories from his younger days with Bill. "Long time since we had a Sunday picnic here, Dad." He placed a hand on Bill's knee. Colin was driving his own car and was followed by a rented van which would be the base for the photo project for the two days.

Mr Sieger was his own journalist on this trip and he was with the two Italians, responsible for the new underwear collection. Armino, about 30 years old and very Italian-looking, had agreed to help the photographer with the outdoor lighting as well, and if necessary Elena was capable of doing some make-up. The photographer, Don Matthews, loaded with photo equipment as if he was on a jungle expedition, also followed Colin's car. He was happy to have Robin as his young handyman.

"I think this will be a good place to set up the stone circle," Bill said. They stopped on the outskirts of the park. "I hope you can picture Claire go through the stones here and land in the years just before the Battle of Culloden."

"This will do well," Don said as he measured the light. "Undress Colin, so I can measure the light from your skin as well." Colin followed the order, ending up in a not too sexy boxer shorts this morning. "Okay, Colin. You may change in the van. We will shoot the bikini-briefs here, six different colours. Some distance from the standing stones - front, back and sides. Keep warm; the morning wind is a bit cold. Find him a coat, Elena." Don was the director, for sure.

Colin found it too much of a nuisance to go into the van every time for changing. He was not very happy to have a woman nearby but he looked at his dad and winked, then stripped for the first time that Saturday. Elena handed him a sexy white bathrobe. "Maybe her presence will keep me flaccid," Colin thought, but then he looked at Robin who was scratching his balls and felt a warm feeling down below.

"A great job, Colin. You are very professional. We have finished the first set but we need a close-up in the same light. Use the white model. We will photoshop the other colours. Oh, and go down one size. I want you close to naked!" Don placed Colin in front of a huge grey stone. Colin gave Elena the bathrobe and tried to turn his back to her when he put on the very low-cut bikini-briefs. He placed his cock upwards and to the right and felt some emotion but closed his eyes and turned around.

"Will be good, very good!" Don said. "But turn the light screen a bit, Armino, I want more shadow from his bulge."

"That's fine now, but you still look like using a dance belt. This collection could be a bit more sexy, don't you think, Klaus?" Don looked at Mr Sieger but did not wait for answer. "Re-arrange your balls, Colin. I want to see you have two of them." Colin used his hand inside and placed his balls forward while he spread his legs a bit. "And keep your dick on the right side. Hands behind your neck. Pump a bit! Very good!"

"Your skin is a bit lighter on your front than on your back Colin. Why?" Don asked.

"I'm afraid to burn my jewels." Colin grinned.

"Nice jewels," Mr Sieger whispered, but his son heard what he said.

"You want to fuck him, Dad?" Robin whispered too. The German editor blushed. Robin put a hand inside his wide shorts.

"Give him some coloured cream on the lower parts, Elena." Don used his camera all the time while the Italian girl rubbed cream on Colin, from his naval down to where the briefs started. She even touched his trimmed pubic area with her fingers. Colin breathed heavily and swallowed. He felt his growing erection in front of the team. His cock was about to betray him.

"Give his nipples some cream too. Nice coronas, kid!" Don was very close. "Does he want me to be hard?" Colin wondered.

"I'll do that," Bill talked for the first time during the set. He went up to Colin and pinched his nipples very hard. Colin nearly fainted at the sudden pain. "Think of Linda at home. She has murderous nails like this bitch. Now do your job, son!" Bill was a bit irritated. Don was one of the few that could make him like this.

"He's jealous again," Colin thought. "He sees Don as a competitor."

"I'm ready. Go on. Shoot!" Colin was back to his very professional attitude and they could finish this set with close-ups of Colin's crotch and his round butt.

Don wanted some pictures in the middle of the park with the castle on the hill in the background but this part was not closed to the public. "Okay, we must use the less provocative items out here," Don said. "Find the low-cut boxers Elena!"

Colin found it wise to change in the van at this spot. At the end a school-class of screaming girls and some boys followed the photo-shoot. In a way Colin felt very relaxed in front of the bigger audience and did the job well. Mr Sieger had a good story for the magazine. He even asked Don to take a photo of Colin in the middle of the screaming horde. Colin behaved like a star.

"Bill, you found a pond, didn't you? On the outskirts, and private I understand," Don asked.

"Aye, just follow me. I'll use Colin's car." Bill passed through a gate into a wilder area of ground.

"This will be fine," said Don. "We'll take these shots before lunch. Some pictures of you just in the water, Colin. Then a shot where you rise, all wet, and finally I want a picture with you naked and holding your swimsuit. Jamie Fraser was filmed naked getting out of the water before he got his back flogged." Don had his cameras ready when Colin entered the pond in his Australian-style yellow speedo, with Just Colin in black on his bulge.

"You think we can teach more European boys to use speedos, Klaus, instead of those terrible American swim shorts?" Don was taking a lot of pictures while Colin waded near the edge.

"You really want me to swim in this ice-cold water?" Colin put his hands in front of his crotch. "Well, there's not much of a bulge anyway, I guess."

"Ice-water for the rest of the show could be a solution, maybe?" Bill tried a joke but Colin did not at all take it.

"Your body is more like Jamie Fraser's, Daddy. Why can't you undress and take a bath. Even you will have a little man afterwards!" Colin did not smile.

"Okay, let's hurry and finish." Don broke the discussion. "Dive into the pond, Colin. I want your hair naturally wet. Then just rise and walk slowly in my direction. Don't correct your nuts, keep your hands away, make the bulge visible." Colin did what he was told. It was a wet beauty that showed up in close to see-through tiny swim-trunks.

"Superb! We don't need to repeat that. Now the last shot. Go back into the pond. Take off your trunks. Walk from the water like before. Carry your trunks very visible. I will take the pictures from behind. I want you to stop at the edge, half turn, put the wet trunks in front of your nuts, and smile." Don hurried to the other side of the pond and Colin made a sort of dive into the water. He did exactly what Don had told him. Bill wondered why the whole crew, but for Don, had moved to see the front of Colin when he emerged naked onto the grass beside the pond.

Elena tried to give Colin the bathrobe but suddenly the young exhibitionist was present. Without trying to cover up, he went up to Don. "Please let me see these last pictures," he said. He looked through the copies on the screen. "Okay, I guess but I don't like my hair. Please fix it and take another close-up." He walked up to the pond again and Elena used her hands to style him a bit. Again Colin looked at a grinning Robin, and again he felt his cock growing. He did not cover it this time. He gave Don the smile he needed for the photo, and then fully erect, in slow motion, he walked to the van and found a huge towel.

After a lunch filled with fun and laughter, Bill followed them to a cottage. Don wanted to take the next set of photos in an old farmer's kitchen. The chosen underwear for this setup was a sort of thong, but with a closed rear. The briefs had no sides and the JustColin brand was printed on the broad waistband. Colin looked extremely sexy in this next-to-nothing outfit, but Don was not happy with the tan-lines so Elena had to do a makeup job again. After Bill's rough blow-job in the lunch break, Colin was less sensitive this time. Even Bill looked more relaxed. May be the boy-cream from Colin had done him well. The morning had been too stressful for their normal love session.

The photoset in the kitchen was a real Colin performance. He did not need instructions. He knew what the team wanted. He teased them by pulling down the front to show up some dark shadows, he lay down on the table among vegetables and tools, and he showed his butt just partly covered by the tiny underwear.

"Spray him with some water, Elena. I want him to look sweaty. It is hot here, isn't it? Let the front of his thong be wet too. Try to stay flaccid, Colin. No erection now as we need to be off soon." Don took pictures from different angles.

The young model suddenly showed off his athletic skills. He approached the huge table and went to the edge of it. A hook was hanging from the ceiling, probably for hanging slaughtered carcasses. Colin used it as a gymnastics device. He grinned when he felt his thong slide down.

"Get that tiny piece of prick inside, Elena. It will be a good picture." Don shot a lot of photos of the stripping `accident'. The Italian woman blushed and took care of Colin's growing dick.

Then the young athlete lifted his body, first his knees, then the rest of his legs, up towards the ceiling. His backside, his crack and his round butt were all visible. With a controlled jump he landed on the floor just in front of the screaming lady. "Sorry miss, sorry! And thank you for good assistance today. My lower part isn't always cooperative." Colin gave the Italian lady an air-kiss on her hand.

"We have all we wanted for today, haven't we?" Don looked at Mr Sieger and then at the Italians. They all nodded. Colin was drinking water handed him by young Robin. Some water ran down his warm body.

"We have a small job to do for Mr Reynard next," Don said as he worked with his cameras and looked around.

Colin went in action. "Dad, why don't you take our guests in the van and give them a tour along the coast to Maidens and Turnberry before heading back north through Kirkoswald. I'm sure they will enjoy the scenery. I'll drive Don to the station when we are finished here. I understand he is going direct to Glasgow, to take a connecting train to Edinburgh. I'll meet you all at home. I know Dad has prepared a lovely supper for all of us."

Bill hesitated but it was difficult not to follow Colin's proposal. When he left the room Colin could hear Bill whisper to Don, "Not a mark on his skin."

"Why doesn't Dad trust you, Don? It's not the first time I've seen him sceptical." Colin was very serious.

"He has seen me abuse Mr Reynard with the whip I guess, and too hard once, I know." Don changed to a different camera.

"But Reynard told me you are a bit like him - an onlooker, a voyeur, who only gets really hard when watching a tough fuck or when a bottom guy is spanked." Colin was very direct to the man he appreciated.

"All photographers are voyeurs, son. That's their whole business. Why not try to get me hard now, Colin? I want - and Mr Reynard wants - very dirty pictures. You ready, son?"

"Why do you never ask about my desires?" Colin was close to Don who was a bit upset by the question.

"Okay son, I see you have some wishes for this set-up. Tell me what you want." He looked at Colin who had trouble keeping his hard-on inside the tiny thong.

"Once I saw a porn film shot by a nude and aroused photographer. It's been my dream to work with you naked since I saw you in the pool in France. You were naked when you hid in the London apartment last time too. At first I thought I saw a lens but I think what I saw was your wet cock being wanked while I was fucked hard. Am I correct? I want you out of the shadow now." Colin started to undress the London photographer and director without waiting for an answer.

Don's body was as Colin remembered. Boy-like for a man in his fifties, totally smooth, not a hair on his body, well-tanned and muscular. His cock was a good size but not hard, hanging over two low-hanging, brown balls. Normally Colin would have fallen to his knees and offered the man his mouth, but he didn't. He had a sort of admiration now that his photographer was nude in front of him.

"Okay, son. Now you give us a show, the show that you have wanted to do all day," Don said with a grin.

"What do you mean?" Colin asked.

"You have fucked us all with your beautiful body from the very beginning. You have made us voyeurs, all of us; all real models and actors do. Everybody here wanted to have sex with you today, and you wanted to have sex with everybody here too." Colin saw that Don's cock was growing as he spoke and he himself started to play in front of the camera, a slow teasing striptease.

"I never would have had sex with that lady," Colin said. He was completely naked now playing with his naked cockhead, spitting in his hand, wanking softly. "All of us have a price, Colin dear, all of us. You would have put your cock in that cunt while her husband had fucked your arse, if you were paid well enough." The dirty talk made the photographer's cock rise.

Colin was up on the table now, on his back. He found a corncob, greased it with butter, found his arse-hole and used the cob as a dildo. "So you mean I'm a whore, sir?" Colin suddenly understood that this was nothing but a role-play.

"Yes, you are. A damn, fucking fine whore. Why don't you sell me your milk here in the kitchen?" Don placed a stemmed crystal glass in front of the lad. Colin went up on his knees, spread his legs wide, and found a cucumber - a 12 inch (30 cm) cucumber - greased it and tried to penetrate himself. Don had changed to a close-up lens.

"I don't think a tiny slut like you can take such a weapon," Don teased. "That boy-cunt is rather innocent, isn't it?"

Colin used one hand to find his balance, then he lowered his body and took it inside, close to the full length. "Yes, sir. Innocent. I want to be your whore, sir. I want you to abuse my pussy, and make it all wet. I know your secret dreams, sir." Colin fucked his arse like crazy.

"I'm cumming, sir. Collect my milk, sir. Help me, sir!" Colin took the glass from the table and hands-free he managed to let his load drip down the sides of the glass; a huge load even though Bill had emptied his balls only a couple of hours earlier.

Colin lay down on his front looking at Don. "You want to taste my milk, sir?" With the tip of his tongue, he played with his own cum.

"Now drink it, slut. Lick it from the glass. I want to have it direct from your cock, so stay hard, boy. I'll bind you!" Don put down the camera, lifted Colin to the floor, bent his upper body over on the table and spread his legs. With trained hands he bound Colin to the table. Then he used the camera to take some pictures. Don then put the cucumber back inside the tight ass, and Colin moaned when it bottomed in him. Colin dripped pre-cum and Don took more photos.

Don, the photographer, put the camera down before he let his own 8 inch (20 cm) boy-like cock replace the vegetable. "Yes sir, please sir," Colin cried when he felt the hard cock.

"Stop the play, Colin dear. Let me just be your lover now. I have waited for this moment." Don kissed Colin's neck and used his fingers like a comb through Colin's hair.

"Come on Don, do me good. I want nothing else." Colin took care of the entering cock.

Don fucked Colin for the next twenty minutes, and the boy was not disappointed about the man's abilities. Colin was close to cumming and hoped to give Don something back. He lifted his body and he locked the entrance with his muscles. Don screamed, then he came inside Colin in hard and tight eruptions.

Suddenly the professional woke up. He caught the camera and managed to picture Colin pumping boy-milk together with his own spunk dripping from the open arse.

"Sorry for the bad names, love. I'm embarrassed, very. They are not my daily words." Don had hugging arms around his young model.

"But not a mark on my skin." Colin grinned and gave Don, his favourite London photographer and porn-director, a kiss, the very first.

To be continued