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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 84
"Happy to be in Bergen, darling?" Bill had an arm around Colin's shoulder. The two were standing by the window in Olav's apartment close to Bergen harbour. "I'm happy that we can leave our recent misunderstanding behind us, son. I love you more than ever." Bill's hand squeezed Colin's shoulder.
Colin put his hand underneath Bill's t-shirt and found his warm skin. "I'm very pleased that you are here with me Daddy, and that we will be together all summer." Colin smiled up at Bill and then found his lips in a long-lasting hot kiss.
"I thought you were admiring the wonderful view, not starting an early love-making session here." Olav was back from a visit to his Uncle Thor's apartment outside the city. He placed himself beside Colin, his adopted `piss-brother' and close friend.
"Do you remember we made love over there the first time you were here? Too many tourists there during summer to repeat it," Olav said as he pointed at the old castle across the harbour.
"We could give those tourists some extra special sightseeing one day." Colin grinned. "I'm a happy stripper you know!" He squeezed his friend's butt.
"And next to the castle we have `Bryggen', the famous old warehouses from the Medieval period." Bill changed the topic. "And behind them a glimpse of the funicular railway up to the summit of Mount Floyen."
"If you lean out the window and look right, you can even see, and maybe smell, a part of the open fish market," Olav continued. "So here gentlemen, you have my castle for the next year. I hope you approve."
"Must be quite expensive for you. Even though it's an old apartment, it's location couldn't be better." Bill looked around.
"There has to be three of us to share the expenses," Olav said. "And with only one bedroom one of us must use the sitting-room. You will meet my room-mate later today, sir." Olav was suddenly very formal when addressing Bill. "He is going to drop in to welcome you to Bergen. He is nineteen like Colin. He's a nice guy. Colin knows him from Shetland."
"And he will share a bed with you!" Colin pinched Olav's bum.
"Yes, the old couple who lived here before left a huge double-bed for us." Olav grinned. "Seriously, we can split the bed into two singles, but I'll wait until you have left!" Olav pinched Colin back.
"I'd better leave before you two get into some serious welcome business," Bill said. "Thor has offered me a room for my stay in Bergen and he will be here in an hour."
"Bjarne stays with his parents during the summer, and his cousin Tony has his week on-board the ship, so we will have the flat to ourselves this week," Olav said as he put his arms around his Scottish mate.
"Is Tony the third fellow?" Bill asked.
"Yes, sir. Tony will use the sofa-bed here every second or third week. He's a part-time student and works on the coastal liner as well. Bergen Ð up north Ð and then back to Bergen."
"That's the coastal liner I've told you about, Daddy. Something for you when you retire. You can sit on a deckchair with a warm blanket and a gin tonic and look at the cute stewards." Colin tickled Bill with both hands.
"Is that what I think it is?" Colin shouted and pointed at a vessel approaching along the left side of the harbour.
"Yes, I think it is the boat from Shetland. Yes, I'm quite sure. I know they stay here between their jobs," Olav answered.
"Please take care of Dad, Olav. See that he settles in with your uncle," Colin whispered and winked at his boyfriend. Then he turned to Bill. "I need some exercise after the long flight. Please say hello to Thor for me, Daddy. We will all be together in a few hours, okay?" Colin kissed Bill's cheek and was out the door before the man could make an objection.
"What happened to him?" Bill was back by the window, and followed Colin with his eyes. The boy was jogging along the quay, jumping like an athlete over coils of rope, as if he was in real hurry.
"I think he wishes to visit an old friend from Shetland. Maybe you have heard of Thor's Uncle Knut. He's the skipper on the boat that took us to Shetland last year. Colin was very fond of him, you know." Olav smiled.
"I know!" Bill sighed. "`I'm fond of old men,' he said when he returned home. What could I say?"
"Maybe you would like to see the rest of my `castle'?" The boy went ahead of Bill and opened the door to an old-fashioned bathroom, which a huge stone bathtub but also a modern shower. "We had fun here on the opening night!" Olav said, then he realised what he'd said and blushed.
"I bet you had," Bill commented more to himself than to the boy.
Next stop was the bedroom and, as Olav said earlier, the room was filled with an old-fashioned double-bed. Without a word Olav sat down and looked at his boyfriend's dad. He swallowed and coughed.
"Something wrong, son?" Bill looked at the very handsome Norwegian student.
"I just wonder, sir. Will it be only you and Colin this summer?"
Bill did what he could to stay serious. "You're afraid I will stop Colin from sharing a bed with you? Is that your question?"
At first Olav did not answer. Then he stammered. "N-no sir, not that...but will youÉ will youÉ make love to me as well, like you did in Scotland? I've dreamt about it every night."
Bill saw tears in the young lad's eyes and moved towards him. "We can begin now if you wish." Olav looked up at Bill and nodded. "May I undress you now, love?" Bill asked.
"Please, sir. Please." Olav blushed.
"I guess Colin should have thanked you for the welcome, but since he is probably making love to an old sailor, I will have to step in for him." Bill grinned and stripped the boy down to his tight underwear.
"Colin thanked me at the airport," Olav said. "He was as hot as always, and we couldn't wait."
"So that's why I had to wait for you with the luggage then." Bill slowly stripped Olav of his last piece of clothing before he took care of the youngster's dripping 11 cm (almost 4.5 inch) erection. The boy gasped when Bill sucked the sensitive glans and filled his mouth with the stiff boy-cock.
"Anybody home?" Olav's Uncle Thor was in the middle of the sitting-room.
Olav, dressed in shorts and t-shirt showed up from the bedroom and kissed his uncle. "Colin is out jogging, and his dad was sweating so he is in the shower just now. You are here to collect us for dinner, aren't you? Your famous Bergen fish-soup I guess." Olav was still excited.
With wet hair and just a towel around his waist, Bill came from the bathroom and gave Thor his hand. The close to sixty year old man was looking hot with his trimmed body hair. "Nice to see you, professor," he grinned. "I'll be ready in seconds. Olav has welcomed me to Bergen. ColinÉ"
Thor interrupted him. "Colin called me. We are to collect him at Uncle Knut's boat. He hadn't met the skipper, but he has had a chat with the crew, I believe." Olav smiled. He had heard about Colin's last chat with the crew on that boat.
Colin had been breathless when he entered the old fishing-boat. He was happy for the exercise jogging along the harbour, and he was happy to be back on this particular boat. He recalled the rough smell from Shetland, and that brought back other good memories from the tour that had in a way started his first year at university.
He climbed the stairs to the bridge. The captain's cabin was behind the bridge as far as he remembered from earlier visits. Colin knocked the door, but there was no answer. He knocked again, louder. Colin found the door was unlocked so he stepped inside. The room was empty. There was a smell of tobacco, the bed was made up, and everything was clean and nice. Colin had to adjust his stiffy. He had been excited at the thought of seeing the old captain again.
From beyond the front room he heard a young boy shouting. "Please no! Please no!" followed by some laughter. Colin knocked the door to what he remembered as the crewroom. A loud answer was heard. Colin had to smile when he found the two crew members from the Shetland event almost in the same places as he'd left them, and almost dressed the same way too. One of them, hairy and shirtless in baggy shorts, the other clean-shaven and dressed in old-fashioned sports-gear. Between them was a young boy with a red face. The two men in the forties had been tickling him for sure. He was still grinning.
Colin looked around and smiled. Empty coffee cups, some newspapers, and a stack of magazines - porn Colin guessed - as there had been when he was last on the boat in Shetland.
"Look who's here, man!" one man shouted. "The young stripper, eh? Never thought we would see you again."
"Looking for the old man?" The other asked and answered at the same time. "He's out fishing today. Back tomorrow. Colin, isn't it? Come here and say hello to Benjamin!" The man lifted the youngster who gave Colin his hand. The lad was a beauty, maybe a bit girlish with his red swollen lips and the blond, curly hair. His sports-gear covered a thin body.
"Benjamin, never heard that name in Norway." Colin smiled.
"Don't you know your Bible, kid? Or perhaps you are not confirmed yet," the first man said with a grin. "He's the youngest you know, our youngest baby!" The man teased and tickled the boy again.
"I was sixteen last week, stupid. Not your baby. Stop tickling me, orÉ"
"You will cum in your pants eh?" The man stopped him, and they all laughed, even the boy.
"You have heard us tell the story of this Scottish lad, Benjamin? How he stripped for us in Lerwick," the bearded man asked.
"A thousand times!" the youngster answered. "You have begged me to do it as well."
"But you are too shy, and your cock is too small, eh?" The men teased again.
"Maybe you will show us again, Colin? You are a horny devil, aren't you, tenting like last time." The clean-shaven man grinned. His eyes were on Colin's very visible tenting. Baggy shorts and going commando can be very nice for your balls, but difficult to cover a boner.
"Okay, why not!" The horny youngster went up to the table. "But you know the rule, guys. You have to strip if you want me to strip. Go on!" Colin smiled when he saw both men starting to undress. The young lad hesitated. Colin looked at him. "Optional for you, Benjamin. These guys can't handle two hot bodies anyway!"
Colin cleaned the table of cups and climbed on top. Both the men were naked; both of them with obvious hard-ons trying to hide their erections from each other and from the boy. Their dicks were above average size, Colin remembered, one clean shaven even down there while the other was very hairy.
The young stripper started with his socks. Then he tried to be sexy when he stripped off his sweaty t-shirt. He knelt on the table and took hold of his nipples. With fingers and nails he worked his tits to blood-red pointy erections. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips forward.
"Who wants to see me naked?" Colin whispered sexily. The two men raised their hands.
"I do!" Young Benjamin shouted.
Colin looked at him. "Okay, but then you know the rules. Come on!" He lifted the lad up onto the solid table and helped him to pull off his hoody. Benjamin was shirtless underneath, with more muscles than Colin had believed. "He was a born stripper," Colin told Olav in bed that night.
"Take off that baggy sports-gear, honey. It's not sexy!" Colin helped the blushing Benjamin to remove his tracksuit bottoms. The boy put his hands over his prick and balls, which were inside rather baggy American-style boxers with an open fly. He was obviously very horny.
"Help him to strip off my shorts, guys. Use your teeth. You were very clever last time, I remember." Colin smiled when he saw the two men's funny faces as they tried to pull down his shorts. "You'd better help them, Ben."
With trembling hands, the lad loosened the thin rope which fastened Colin's shorts and freed the dripping 4 inch (10 cm) erection. Colin could see a huge wet spot in front of the lad's boxers, a spot growing in size. The boy had spunked off in front of him! With one hand, Benjamin tried to cover up but instead the cream dripped down from the now open underwear.
Colin was really aroused when he saw the youngster's reaction. His own piss-slit let go a stream of pre-cum which landed on the well-used brown table.
The stripper turned his back to the boy, let his shoulders touch the table, while he spread his legs and opened up his crotch for the men. "You have some cum left baby? Feed me some, please." The boy let his rather adult cock be seen through the open fly. He stopped holding back and allowed the last drops of cum to drip into Colin's open mouth.
While spread-eagled on the table, Colin took one of the men's hands and put it on his nipple. The other man had his hand placed on Colin's balls. "Play me to heaven, guys. Do what you do with your `old ladies' at home." Colin smiled his most teasing smile. The men did not hesitate, and Colin was impressed when Benjamin finally stripped totally, showing off a real man-boner and low-hanging balls. "But there has never been a hair on that boy," Colin said as he continued his play with Olav's stiff prick later that night.
Colin couldn't hold his load back much longer. The men did a good job with their hands, and the youngster was wanking furiously above his head. "I'm cumming!" Colin cried out his most famous saying.
"Me too," Benjamin shouted. Hands-free Colin sent his spunk up in the air. The white eruption landed all over his body. The young one was not a shooter, he was more of a pumper. Colin had seen that before, so he opened his mouth for the young milk.
"Well guys, I guess you need to empty your balls, eh? Or will you wait for your ladies?" Colin looked at the two men who still hid their cocks from each other. "Don't be silly, guys. Both Benjamin and I have seen daddy-cocks before, and I know how much you fancy being sucked. All men do! Let's give them a try, Benjamin!" Colin placed the men side by side. He knelt and so did the Norwegian youngster.
In the backseat of the car on their way to Thor's dinner, Colin told Bill what the afternoon had brought. "That boy had sucked cock before," Colin said. "And the two sailors were easy to serve. I'm sure they are sucked rather seldom at home." The young Scottish stripper and therapist squeezed his dad's upper leg, a signal to open up for his favourite masseur. Bill knew that Colin's visit to the boat was nothing more than light foreplay for a sex-filled Norwegian holiday.
The doorbell rang. The second round of heavenly fish-soup with scallops and shrimps was on the table. "There's a man here asking for you, Colin." Thor was looking at him.
"A man, here? Who?" Colin excused himself and left the table.
"Oh, you are here, sir. I'm so happy. How did you know?" Colin was uncertain about how to greet the man, but the close to 6ft 7in (2 metres) tall fishing-boat Captain Knut opened his arms, lifted and hugged the much smaller Colin. The man smelled of fish and sea, he was still in his outfit from the boat - heavy jacket and boots.
"My grandson said he met you on the boat today, and that you were looking for me. I didn't know you were in Bergen." The bearded man was one big smile.
"Grandson?" Colin paused. "Benjamin?" he asked.
"Yes, the crew call him that. He's named Knut, after me, so it's convenient for him to have a nickname. Fine lad, very fine lad. Not the brightest student, but he will manage. Couldn't you see he looked like me?" Knut the elder, close to 70 Colin had been told, grinned.
Colin blushed then looked down, before he swallowed and took a deep breath. His thoughts were very dirty, and he was about to let the cat out. The old man understood more than he wanted to share.
"I hope you will come out fishing with me tomorrow, if you are not too busy. The mackerel is here. Easy to fish for a newcomer like you and I have my small boat ready." Knut was excited like a youngster.
Colin was upset. He knew Thor was leaving for Oslo on the late plane tonight and Olav had still some courses to finish at University over the next two days. But how could he go without disappointing his Dad on the first full day of their holiday? "I'll talk to Dad first and let you know. I'm very happy that you want to take me, sir." Colin stood on his toes and gave the man a light kiss on his bearded cheek.
"Why don't you come inside, Knut? I'm sure Colin's dad would like to meet you too. And I haven't seen you since Shetland." Thor was behind Colin.
"I've been invited on a fishing trip tomorrowÉeh Éprofessor." Colin was suddenly uncertain about the formalities. "I have to speak to Daddy."
"I'll talk to Bill. We have something going on. Just make the arrangements. See you for Midsummer, Knut?" Thor put a hand on the man's shoulder. "And bring Benjamin. I'm sure Colin would like to meet him." Again Colin looked down and blushed.
"Yes, I'm sure they will be a good match for a midsummer party," Knut said. He was about to leave without meeting the others. "Meet me at six o'clock tomorrow morning by the boat. Call me if your father won't let you come. Thor has my number. And Olav has the equipment and the clothes you need." Then Knut bent down and whispered, "In my fishing cottage I will have you naked most of the time."
"Maybe we could drop the mackerel sir, and go directly to your cottage." Colin grinned.
"Dirty boy!" Knut turned around and left.
At five o'clock next morning, Colin left the huge bed in Olav's flat. Olav was still spooning against a naked Bill, his Daddy. When Thor left for airport last night, Bill went with the boys to the apartment Olav had alone for the next few days. On the side table now was Thor's new photo equipment bought for Africa with long distance lenses and other modern items. Bill had been easy to convince - a day acting like one of the paparazzi all around Bergen on his own with a super camera. He could visit Mount Floyen, the fishmarket and even the Cable Car to Ulriken and take photos of any cute guys who caught his attention. "Colin is free to date his old captain," Bill had proclaimed last night without any sarcasm.
Bill had started the testing of the photo equipment already. A dripping Colin had taken photos of his daddy from every angle possible while he shagged his boyfriend Olav. A well-fucked Olav had to stay behind the camera when Colin used his dad's huge cock to ride to heaven. Olav also managed to make a photoset of Colin's nine time eruptions before he shot a close-up of Bill spunking outside Colin's very open boy-cunt.
The night's photo session had ended in the old-fashioned bathroom when the naked Bill - like a fly on the wall - had followed the two young lovers through their hot evening ritual. Bill's problem had been that he wasn't able to delete the pictures, and he wasn't sure if the camera was connected to Thor's lap-top or not. He hadn't told the boys, and hoped Thor would help him delete the test pictures without too many questions. "You have pushed the transmission button, dad," Colin said after he had checked when they were in bed.
"Luckily there is no wi-fi here yet," Olav had said. "Or we might have been porn stars on the world wide web!"
Colin smiled at the two in the bed, found his rucksack, and entered a bright Bergen morning. Captain Knut had his old boat ready and waved to the youngster that turned up on time. "Newly-brewed coffee inside, Colin, and fresh cinnamon buns from `Baker Bruun'. Knut hugged his young friend.
Four hours later Bill was entering the funicular to Mount Floyen. The carriage was filled with school-children on their summer vacation trip. When he arrived at the top, he got a wonderful view of the city in the morning sunshine. He was able to locate most of the places he had seen in the tour guide, and he even found the crossroad to the street where Olav had his apartment.
Searching for some close-up pictures of the fishmarket, he saw a handsome young Asian man standing on a sort of viewing balcony beneath him. The young man was chatting with a tourist passing by, then turned his face towards the city again. He seemed to be alone. The paparazzo went in action. Standing above and out of sight of the boy, Bill felt free to follow him with the camera. Suddenly a passing lady tapped him on the shoulder. "Do you know if you need a return ticket for the lift?" she asked.
Bill answered, maybe a bit brusquely, then turned the camera to the view point again. He was gone. The youngster he had just followed, wasn't there. Bill could have cursed the lady. "Well, there are a lot of other subjects around," he thought, focusing on a group of youngsters climbing the stones at the edge of the plateau.
But there he was again, the young man he followed earlier, a longer distance away this time. Bill had to use the maximum zoom lens but found it difficult to keep steady without a stand. The young man was using his own small camera. Bill guessed that the lad was trying to photograph the cable car. Bill's object was suddenly hidden by other tourists and Bill wished he'd had better training. It might be his first time as a real paparazzo, even though he would admit to having taken secret photos of strangers before.
"I can't be up here all day," Bill said to himself and headed for the mountain station. But who was in front of the hall, looking through a postcard stand, but the Asian youngster. The boy was very close now, but Bill tried to let it look like he was taking a photo of the funicular carriage coming up. He saw the young man look towards him. Then in a way the youngster was acting in front of him, licking his lips, and pulling his earlobe. Bill went on taking photos until a school-class nearly ran over him to get seats in the train.
Bill was standing in the queue when a hand touched his arm. "Sorry sir, you dropped the cover for your lens." A hand at the end of a tanned arm was holding a lens-cover.
Bill lost his speech, just looked. The young man he had taken hundreds of pictures of that morning was beside him. "Thank you, thank you very much," Bill almost stammered.
"Why have you been taking photographs of me all morning, sir?" The youngster whispered. He smiled, he was not angry.
"Because I think you are a perfect young man," Bill answered. "Better to be honest," he thought.
"You are a journalist, sir?" The very open youngster followed Bill into the railway carriage.
"No, no. I'm just trying out my friend's new camera," Bill said. "Too complicated for me really."
"I'm Kazuya." The boy held out his hand to Bill in the European way. Bill was fumbling with the camera lens and was excited because of the beauty in front of him. He felt stupid, but presented himself and told he was just an ordinary tourist from Scotland. "I am from Taiwan," said the youngster.
"I will study to be a dentist like my cousin. I have his flat now. But I go to Oslo for summer-school in English next week." Bill told him that his English was very good, but still encouraged him to work with language.
"You show me the pictures you have taken, sir?" The youngster stopped outside the street-level station. He put his head close to the camera.
Bill pushed the preview button. The huge camera screen showed two showering naked youngsters playing with their dicks, obviously very horny boys. "Oops, what the hell?" Bill tried to cover the screen. He blushed.
Kazuya just smiled. "Not me," he said. "Who are they?"
Bill was in real trouble. Should he tell the truth or say something stupid. "It's my son and his good friend last night," Bill answered. "I tried to delete it this morning. The photo was just for fun." He did not push any more buttons. There were more explicit pictures in the camera. Bill had to change topic. "I would be pleased if you would have lunch with me," he said. "It's more than lunchtime." He looked at his watch.
The young Asian looked down, shy, finding it difficult to accept an offer from a stranger, but he was hungry too. "I would be happy, sir. But no need." The young boy - Colin's size, and probably the same age - followed Bill down to the fish market and went into a restaurant close to the seashore.
An hour later paparazzo Bill and his young `model' Kazuya stopped outside a student residence at the other side of the city centre. Bill did not know where he was, he had just followed the youngster. During the meal and the walk, the young Asian had told Bill about his life, and Bill had been more open about himself than normal. Bill had also taken a lot of pictures. Kazuya was not used to posing for photos, but Bill found out he had a natural talent.
"You want to see where I live, sir?" Kazuya opened the street door. A voice inside Bill's head said no, but his body didn't listen. He followed the youngster upstairs to the fourth floor and was allowed into a one room apartment. "My cousin's Ð now mine!" Kazuya smiled. "Private bathroom," the boy opened a door. He was happy, and he was pleased to show Bill his new home in a new country. In a way Bill felt that he had passed some borders now.
The sun was shining and the room had no dark curtains. It was hot. Kazuya took off his shirt and hung it on a chair, then he stripped off his sleeveless t-shirt and showed off a thin but muscled upper body. The youngster was well tanned, hairless, except for some black hair in his armpits. To Bill's surprise the boy continued to strip. He took off his white socks, and then pulled down his blue, very decent, city shorts. The last piece of clothing was small, the sort of bikini worn by many Asian youngsters but this one was almost see-through. Bill swallowed when he saw the black pubic hair above the thin waistband and a left-leaning cock starting to stiffen. With one quick movement Kazuya removed the tiny item of clothing. I front of him was standing the most unique Asian boy you could think of. Bill hesitated, but lifted his camera.
"You want to take pictures me in the shower, like your son." The youngster smiled and opened the door to the bathroom. He was without shyness playing with his more than average-sized dick that pointed upwards through the black bush.
The voice in Bill's head said no, but his dick said yes! "We shoot some in the bed first. Please kneel on it." With a smile the youngster was doing what Bill told him. When Bill placed the student ID around Kazuya's neck, he got the opportunity to check the boy's age. "Nineteen like Colin, but he looks sixteen, just like Colin," Bill said to Thor when they looked at all the pictures the next day. And when he ordered the young man to go on his hands and knees, Bill saw a next to hairless arsecrack, but also a rosebud that looked a bit swollen. Over the next few minutes Bill got all the photos he wanted, even a wanking youngster in the shower.
"Please dry me, sir!" Kazuya handed Bill the towel. Bill placed the photo equipment on the floor and took the towel. "May I suck you, sir?" The youngster whispered in Bill's ear when he was towelling the boy's heavy erection.
For the last time that day, Bill heard the inner voice. "Damn," he thought. "I sent Colin freely to that stallion out in the wilderness. He will be having a great time with a monster-cock in his arse, so why not take the opportunity? Could be a trick," the other voice was very weak now. His huge man-cock was pumping and he felt the pre-cum leak.
"Let me taste you first." Bill knelt in front of the youngster and played with his young body, just like a trained `daddy' could. In a few minutes he had discovered what the youngster liked, what made him shiver, and what made him retreat. And the boy did not ask, he just started to undress Bill. He had been very lightly dressed this morning and in no time Bill was completely naked.
"You are big man. Very big, sir." The youngster had his small hands around Bill's mature 9.5 inch (24 cm) cock. "And very nice, sir," the boy said as he used his hands to comb Bill's light bodyhair. Bill found his place at the end of the bed, and Kazuya tried to take the huge cock into his mouth. Bill whined when he felt the boy's teeth. This was not a professional sucker. The youngster looked at him with tears, then he opened a drawer in a side table and found a steel mouth-opener.
"Use this, sir. My cousin does!" The young man gaped.
Bill had never face-fucked a lad with such an instrument. He hated dentists and frowned. "No need, baby. I'll teach you. Go on, lick me. Lick my cockhead and then lick my whole pole. Now make your lips hard, and let me fuck your mouth. You are good." Bill was so horny he could have spunked off at once. The short glimpse of the contents in the drawer told him about a cousin with a wild taste, difficult to compare with this innocent youngster.
A sound from Bill's mobile-phone told him there was a text message from Colin. With his cock fucking the spit-leaking mouth of Kazuya, he managed to read the short message. "50 mackerel. Cool. Will be late. Sail to island house. Don't be sad Daddy. Please take care of Olav. From Uni 4pm. Love, Col."
Bill smiled. "I'm not sad," he thought. "Maybe I can manage Olav too, but firstÉ." He put his hands on Kazuya's head, bent it backwards and tried to throat-fuck him. The tears in the boy's eyes and the protest in his body told Bill that the youngster was not ready to take more of his huge cock. But his tongue was working all the way up and down the shaft, then around the cockhead, the light touch of teeth made him tremble. "Don't cum now. Don't be a teen! Stay cool, stay cool!" Bill worked with his hips and muscles. He pushed the boy off his cock, but pulled him close to his hanging balls. The boy took the signal and sucked the grown up's seed-producers with great enthusiasm. Bill lay back on the bed and opened for the boy that seemed a bit confused.
"Lick me!" Bill commanded. "Let me feel your tongue in my arse." The Asian hesitated before he used his hands to open the arse-crack and put his tongue into Bill's waiting hole. The sounds from Bill told the youngster that he was doing a good job. He licked around and inside Bill's arse, and with the fingers on one hand he played with Bill's piss-slit and made the big glans wet with the man's own pre-cum.
Bill was as horny as hell, and ready for anything. In his mind, he suddenly saw Colin surrounded by gleaming green mackerels being fucked by a man in fishing gear. Colin grinned at him.
Bill lifted the small Asian boy from the floor and placed him on the bed beside him. Their lips met for the first time, and Kazuya whined with lust and excitement. Bill let his hand follow the young body from his neck down to his waist, around the hot buttocks, and then gave him a very light spank. Next he found the waiting entrance. Kazuya was probably innocent, but he had had tools in his boy-cunt before and he knew how to open up and accept them. He made small cries every time Bill filled him with fingers. Bill smiled at the beauty beside him, then he licked three fingers and penetrated the boy.
"Please make love to me, all the way, sir. You want me sir? I'm tight, my cousin said," the boy whispered and moved his bum as if he was fucking himself on Bill's fingers.
"But I'm big, you know. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to cum when IÉmake love to you," Bill felt that the boy still had a hard erection.
"You will not punish me if I cum, sir?" Again the boy whispered.
"No, my boy. I would love to see you cum. Get on your knees and let me lick your hole. Your cousin has some cream?" Bill had seen a bottle of oil in the open drawer.
Bill rimmed the boy and finger-fucked him. Then he oiled his boy-cunt, and oiled up his own dripping cock. He was uncertain about this boy he just had met, and was afraid to hurt him. "You ride me, boy," Bill said. "I want to see you make love to me." He lay down on his back and put a cushion under his head to follow Kazuya's movements. Then he picked up the camera.
Again the youngster hesitated, but smiled when he saw the camera. The boy opened his arse-cheeks with both hands, pushed his boy-cunt open and, probably a bit too quickly, lowered himself on the stallion-cock.
With a cry from the youngster, Bill broke through his sphincter. He stopped the penetration and waited. Kazuya opened his eyes and smiled. "More," he said. "More!" Then the boy started to ejaculate. From his cock, boy-milk fired on to Bill's hairy chest and belly. The boy seemed shocked. At the same time the ejaculation worked with his muscles and Bill bottomed the boy with a single thrust. He was happy that he had set the camera on repeat.
"Lick your spunk! Clean me, son." Bill wanted more pictures. With fingers the youngster got it all inside his mouth. "Let me taste," Bill said and opened his mouth for the young fingers.
"Now fuck me, son!" Bill said. "You make me cum now. Be clever!" The Asian did what he could to pleasure the paparazzo. The camera took some concentration from Bill so he put it down. He lifted the boy off his cock and placed him on his back on the short side of the bed. With some force he lifted and spread the youngster's legs and placed them on his shoulders. The young boy-cunt was red and open, all ready for the 9.5 inch (24 cm) long and very thick, man-cock.
"More, more, more!" was all that was heard from the youngster. For the next ten minutes Bill fucked him, sometimes gently and sometimes hard and fast, and then at the end as hard as he often finished in Colin.
Kazuya's cock, pointing up his stomach, had been fully erect again shortly after his last cumming, and Bill had wanked him from time to time. The boy licked on his fingers, before he looked at Bill, almost ashamed. "I'm..I'm.." He stammered.
"Go on lad, just cum again. Come on. Make yourself happy, and me too." Bill had to place the youngster's hands on his own cock. The boy started a two-handed wank. At the same time he tried to lock Bill's cock with his arse muscles. Seconds later Bill took care of his own cock, gave it some jerks and mixed his cum with the new boy-milk from Kazuya's cock. The youngster's face, mouth and body were now wet with man-cream. Bill moved forward and put his wet cock in Kazuya's mouth. The youngster knew what to do.
"Will you meet me again tomorrow, sir?" Both Kazuya and Bill had just left the small bathroom in nothing but white towels.
"I don't know, my friend. I'm not alone you see." Bill didn't know what to answer.
"But please call me, please sir," the youngster begged.
When Bill was standing on the pavement, he turned around and looked up. A smiling Asian youngster waved down at him. Bill blushed. What on earth had happened here in sunny Bergen? He looked at his watch. It was four o'clock and he had to find a taxi to Olav's flat.
"What a day!" Colin was sitting in the front of the old boat heading towards Captain Knut's sea-front house on one of the small islands west of Bergen.
"Probably the first time I've headed home shirtless from a fishing-trip out here," Knut commented. He was in fishing gear and boots, but showed off a manly grey-haired and very strong upper body. The close-to-seventy year old, very tall Viking looked at Colin with desire and lust. Colin went up to him and placed his face close to the hairy body. The man smelled strong and sexy. Ever since Colin's first meeting with the skipper in Shetland, and seeing this stallion naked and showing off his 11 inch (28 cm) long, very thick cock, he had wanted to meet him again. And now they were the only ones on the way to the captain's `secret nest'.
"Is it true that you fucked my professor when he was only fifteen?" Colin asked. The man did not answer. "He told me that you taught him all about male sex." Colin found Knut's nipples and squeezed them.
"He was an eager student, easy to teach. He had been into sucking for many years when I took his arse for the first time. He was young yes, very young. He looked like you, and he was like you in many ways. Always ready for sex, always stiff, always dripping. And on top of that he was a very clever student." Knut dreamt about the `old days' now.
"Did you make him a real man out here?" Colin pointed at the grey house close to the old wooden quay they were approaching.
"Yes, I did. For sure I did! Now take the rope and help me moor this old tub." The captain gave his orders and the first timer did his best to follow.
"You said you wanted me naked all the time out here." Colin grinned when he was about to leave the boat.
"Sure, sure. But stay cool, baby boy. First you have 50 mackerel to clean. You must never leave this fish with gore inside," Knut said as he handed the lad a knife. "And wash them in seawater afterwards. "Do like this!" In seconds the old fisherman gutted and cleaned a couple of fish. "This will be our lunch. Now go on! Show me your skill. Leave your fishing-gear in the boat when you've finished."
Colin did his best. Soon he saw smoke from the small house beside the cottage and then he saw a fire in the outdoor oven too. The skipper, now wearing only long johns and an apron, was working in the outdoor kitchen.
The fish was ready, put in boxes, the boat was cleaned, and Colin had done his best to clean himself in the cold seawater. "Leave your clothes in the boat, he said!" Colin spoke to himself and undressed. He removed his boxers too and hung them on a cord inside the small pilothouse. "He has one of my tiny pairs from an earlier trip." Colin grinned, then he climbed the quay.
The skipper used his hand to get some shade from the strong sunlight. The sight was like a dream. The naked youngster coming up the path to his cottage was like another picture from years ago. He had to swallow. "What a beauty," he said, "What a sight!" He had to adjust the tent in his apron.
"Some lunch ready here?" Colin grinned. "I could eat a horse."
"Get me some cream first!" Knut smiled. Colin hesitated. "Don't be silly, kid. I'm not that weird! Bring me the sour cream from my bag inside. Superb with roasted mackerel." The blushing young man headed inside.
"Come with me, boy! I'll clean you of the fish blood. We have plenty of hot water now." Knut opened the door to the small washroom, where he placed the boy in a wooden half-barrel filled with water. "Now sit down, kid, and I'll wash you."
"You'll be wet sir, if you don't undress yourself." Colin helped the captain to remove his long johns. "Yes, yes!" Colin whispered, as without shyness his eyes roamed over the man's groin.
"What did you say, boy? Skip the sir business now. I'm just your old Knut!" The man grinned.
"I just remembered the last time I saw your schlong. It's enormous and I love it. Will you fuck me today Knut, like you fucked my professor out here?" Colin rose and Knut soaped Colin's whole body.
"I'll do what you want, baby-boy, all you want." When Colin bent over to be washed from behind, Knut used his fingers inside the cutie in front of him. "And you have a boy-pussy just like I remembered." Knut added the third finger all the way up to his knuckles. "But be patient now, lunch awaits." Knut handed the soft-skinned youngster a rather rough towel before he took a bucket, filled it with Colin's soapy water and emptied it over his own head.
Colin finished his third plate. Lunch was very simple : fried fish and potatoes, sour cream, and cold rhubarb soup that Knut served from a thermos. "Always rhubarb to accompany mackerel!" Knut grinned.
Colin clapped his stomach. He had been a bit uncomfortable for a while. "Sorry but I need to.." He looked around.
"The small-house is behind the huge stone." Knut pointed, but if you just have to piss, use my cliff. Now he pointed at a flat cliff below the house, on the top of a scree that ended in the open sea. "It's a poor man who can't piss outside on his own property, my old father used to say." Knut grinned again.
Colin put the towel aside and was about to leave the table. He had a dripping erection, and did not try to hide it. "And `a true Norwegian never pisses alone' is one of Olav's expressions. You agree?" Colin waited and Knut left the table without answering.
It was a strange sight on that cliff : the tall, elderly giant with the small youngster beside him, both with legs spread apart and both with hips pushed forward ready to piss in a typical male manner. Colin moaned and tried to piss hands-free. Knut looked at him with a smile. "You need help, cutie?" Knut teased him. He used two fingers to squeeze Colin's glans as if he was opening his piss-slit for him.
"I'm coming now," Colin shouted. To piss with a hard-on, helped by two rough fingers, was like an orgasm. "I think you need some help too, stallion." Colin used a hand that could not fully cup the growing cock, pulled back his foreskin, made his cockhead naked, and squeezed.
A white cruise liner was heading into the fiord not very far away. The performer from Scotland loved the situation. Knut looked at him. "I think the old ladies on that ship get wet pussies when they see us, boy." Colin blushed. He gave the now fully erect captain some hard jerks. He had no experience with wet pussies but he enjoyed the situation very much. He went down on his knees and tried to take Knut's cock in his mouth. The last yellow drops tasted of grown-up man.
When satisfied that the cock was clean, Colin looked up at Knut with begging eyes. "You will fuck me now, captain? I've longed for it since you were standing by the door yesterday."
"Come on then." The huge man lifted Colin as if he was a kid and carried him into the cottage. The washing, the meal, and the visit to the cliff had been one continuous foreplay for the two. They were both horny and ready - ready for hard sex. Both knew what they wanted, and both knew what the other longed for.
"You see the powerful hooks in the ceiling?" Knut pointed. "And you have heard about Thor's swing I guess? I want to fuck you like I fucked him when he was a teenager." Knut found the swing in a closet. "Climb on my shoulders and hang it properly." The man helped the naked Colin to stand on his shoulders and prepare the old swing.
Colin looked at it with open mouth. Easy to see that this swing was prepared for a fucker of Knut's size. Standing on the floor Knut could just place his 11 inch (28 cm) cock in the basket-like bottom. "Have you fucked Benjamin here?" Colin asked. He stared at the cuffs and the thin fishing lines with fishhooks, connected to the ropes.
"Well, young Knut has tried the swing, but he's not quite ready yet, and I'm not sure his father wouldÉ" The captain spoke as he helped Colin to climb onto the swing.
"He's ready to be fucked, sir, I'm sure. I saw that yesterday. He was as horny as me!" Colin gave his prick some wanks.
"Maybe your dad could open him for me? You know Thor has become too much just the professor." Knut grinned.
"Well Knut, Dad loves them young and tight, so who knows what will happen when he meets Benjamin for midsummer." The young showman was already planning.
"Just sit on the swing, boy. I want to taste you, please raise your arms and find the ropes." The captain grabbed a stool, sat down and took Colin's cock and balls into his mouth. Colin was soon close to heaven. He had been edging himself all day because of this situation, and now he was out of control. He was Knut's toy, completely. He laughed when Knut used his teeth, he screamed when the man worked his nuts, and he could hardly sit still when Knut sucked his cockhead without mercy. He combined the pre-cum with some left drops of his yellow liquid and Knut took it all. Knut commanded him to keep his hands on the ropes but lift his butt. He licked his fingers and found Colin's arse.
"Sit down, kid"" Knut commanded. "Fuck my fingers." The man took the red swollen dick into his mouth again and just let it stay inside. A scream of lust was heard in the small cottage, when Colin's first orgasm of the day turned him into jelly. He sent volley after volley of cum into Knut's mouth, again and again. Knut continued to suck, suck hard, as if he wanted to empty the hard balls completely. Knut looked at Colin and grinned. "Tasted good, baby-boy. Just like I remembered." The captain licked his lips and just teased the wet cock.
"Maybe you are satisfied now, young man. Time for a break, eh?" Knut stood up and played lightly with Colin's upper body.
"Are you joking, Captain?" Colin hugged the man and kissed his hairy body. "This was just my pre-cum you see. Help me produce more milk for you, and let me have yours. I can't wait." Colin lay down in the swing and lifted his legs. When he looked at Knut he could see that the very grown-up man had changed. He was super horny, he was hard as iron, the veins in his cock were dark blue, and his voice was far from relaxed.
"You want to go all the way, baby boy? All the way?" Knut murmured.
"Yes, sir. All the way. I want your weapon now." Colin helped the man to attach the cuffs.
Knut pulled Colin's bum close to the edge of the swing before he cuffed the boy's legs tight to the ropes from the ceiling. "The man that used this last time was taller," Knut said. "I'll need to adjust it a little or your legs will hurt." The man adjusted the cuffs. Then he went to the back of the swing and cuffed the boy's arms on the other hanging ropes. Finally he adjusted two straps around the upper and lower body. Colin was completely immobile, but for his head.
Knut was standing behind the strapped-in boy, and used his fingers to pull at the already erect nipples. Colin whined when the rough fingers and hard nails played with the boy-tits. "You are ready for the fishhooks, boy." Knut pulled down one of the fishing-lines that was connected to the cuffs. He squeezed Colin's nipple as if it was a sort of maggot, then he pressed the hook's edge onto the tight skin. Colin screamed, not with pain because his skin was not broken, but with excitement. "Young Thor let me push it all the way through!" Knut whispered, excited.
"Yes I know, but I don't want any piercing, sir. Please. sir!" Colin begged.
"I know, boy. I have my orders." Knut grinned.
Now the man went down to the other side of the swing and put his cock on it, just teasing the youngster. Then he took hold of Colin's dick and gave it some jerks. The cock was piss-wet with pre-cum after the nipple treatment. Knut pulled down a new fishing-line connected to the ankle-cuffs, a double hook on this line. "This suits your sweet baby-cock well." The captain tugged the boy's foreskin and placed the hook. Again Colin screamed. Knut laughed. "No sharp ends here, lad. But you have seen Thor's double hole in his foreskin, haven't you? Guess who made it?" Knut grinned.
"I'll stop teasing you, son. You are close to cumming again, aren't you? You liked this tough treatment, didn't you?" Knut was close to Colin's face now and kissed the lad deeply. The youngster returned the kiss with a working tongue.
"I've prepared an alternative for sensitive boys." Knut opened a box. He fixed small steel pinches onto both fishing-hooks, before he again squeezed the nipples and crowned them with the new item. Another whimper was heard when the pinches were clamped to the swollen nubs. Knut adjusted the fishing-line like a violin-string from the cuffs down to the nipples. "You may release the tension a little by moving the cuffs," Knut said. "But I can see you like it."
Knut found two larger steel-pinches. He stretched Colin's foreskin and let the pinch lock with a click. Colin gritted his teeth but stayed silent. The next pinch was attached to the boy's ballsack. When Knut then pulled down the nylon fishing-line and connected the pinches, Colin's very sensitive parts were stretched, but the boy still had some control over the tension.
Now Knut moved the swing, very carefully at first, and the pressure lines on the youngster's body changed. Small whimpers were heard from the boy every time the swing moved. Colin's face was red, he was close to hyperventilating. He could not hold back. "I'm cumming again. Damn, I'm cumming!" Colin's jizz shot out from his cock. The white threads landed on his body and the thinner, milk-like liquid wet his cockshaft and his balls.
"Good boy, good boy!" Knut said. "Making your own lubrication!" He caught some of the spunk on Colin's his swollen cock-head, then he bent down and licked the boy's body clean. "You okay, Colin? Still breathing? You are so quiet." Knut combed the boy's hair with his fingers and caressed both cheeks.
Colin smiled. "Just waiting, sir. My body is like jelly."
Knut knelt behind the swing. Colin's rosebud was partly open. The earlier finger-fuck had done a good job. Now Knut gave the hole attention with his tongue and lips. The naked, and completely smooth entrance was an invitation. Colin went super-hard again from Knut's tongue-work. "No more sir, please no more. Give me your cock now, please." Again Colin begged.
Knut found a pot of his grease from the ship and applied the white stuff to the boy's cunt and then he greased up his own schlong. The old captain did not need his hands to find the hole, and the strength of his erection could have been envied by a teen. He used both hands to pull the ropes apart. Colin's legs spread, and the fish-lines stretched. Colin opened his mouth and let his head fall backwards when he felt Knut's cockhead touch his love-hole. It wasn't easy to relax when the fish-lines worked on his nipples, cock and balls but the extra adrenalin kept the pain away. He only felt excitement now. Completely locked onto the swing, he tried to push back. There was no movement, but his boy-cunt opened. The super-cock, longer than his dad's and thicker than his porn-lover Kasim's, found the way through the boy's tight sphincter. Colin screamed.
"You okay, boy?" Knut stopped.
"Aye, aye. I love it, love it, but slower please!" Colin's tear-wet eyes found Knut's. And the older man went slow, just a few inches at time. At last the 11 inch (28 cm) cock which was as hard as wood stuffed the boy-cunt. Knut grunted like an animal. He was as excited as the boy in the swing.
"Now fuck me, sir. Fuck me all the way. Be hard on me, sir. Make me cum again. I have more, I have more." Knut saw that Colin was leaking slimy pre-cum again, or perhaps some of the jizz was still there.
Knut started his job, first with closed eyes, then admiring the beauty he fucked. He changed between long strokes and short, he bottomed and stayed inside, letting his balls play with Colin's. "Harder!" Colin shouted. "Harder! I'll cum again," and he did. Knut removed the pinches from the boy's foreskin and his balls, and the pain that followed, combined with the new orgasm, made Colin moan and shout "Yeah, yeah, more Knut more, don't stop!" Dripping next to clear milk from his cock, combined with sweat from both himself and the captain, Colin's young body shone in the afternoon sun.
Knut was close to the edge, but he wanted to please Colin even more. He placed his cock about 4 inches (10 cm) inside the sphincter. At first he just filled the boy without moving, then he proceeded with a rotating movement. Colin purred like a cat, out of control now. The heavy massage of his prostate opened him again, and again he spunked. Clear liquid and some white strings pumped from his piss-slit. "I'm.. I'mÉI'm..! Fuck!" Colin was far from the cottage, far from the swing. He was in heaven. The multi-orgasm made him roar. Knut was ready to finish too. He pulled out, then he hit the bottom in one thrust, again and again. Colin was trembling. His whole body was as sensitive as his cock now.
Knut stopped the swing and went up to Colin's head, turning it to face his swollen cockhead. With a fast movement he pulled the pinches from Colin's nipples. The boy opened his mouth to cry out when the blood came back to the red nipples. Hands-free, Knut started to shoot. Colin opened his mouth in time and poked out his tongue. He managed the first eruption and then the next. He had to swallow. Hot and creamy man-spunk covered his face, his ears and his hair. Knut looked at him and smiled. "Your dad and the professor have taught you well," he said. Then he bent down and fed Colin with every remaining drop of cum. Colin licked the older man's fingers before again licking Knut's cockhead and then cleaning his spear.
Colin could not stand when he was released. Knut helped him to the sofa. "Drink this, boy." Knut handed Colin a small glass. "Good for the mackerel."
"What is it?" Colin asked.
"My homemade aquavit," was the answer. "It will help restore you."
Colin drank, and coughed, then he grinned. "That could kill a horse," he said.
"True!" Knut was already dressed. "Let me see your hands and ankles, and your nipples." Knut inspected him. "And show me your arse, boy." He turned Colin around. "That grease is good stuff. You will be ready for a new fuck tomorrow if you want it," Knut said.
"I hope you will be there for the party." Colin kissed the older man. "You are a gunner! A real stallion!"
"How was the fishing tour?" Bill waved to Colin.
"Did you visit Knut's house?" An eager Olav was beside Colin's dad.
"A long day fishing but good fun, and a nice house, yes!" Colin winked at Knut who was standing in the pilot-house with Colin's boxers blowing in the light wind. Colin hugged Olav, then looked around and kissed him.
Bill gave Knut his hand. Knut looked at him. "No broken skin. I followed your instructions. Take care of that prince." He turned and lifted boxes of mackerel up onto the quay. "Colin will tell you how to make your supper. I'll see you at the midsummer-party, I understand." Knut started the engine to take the boat back to his own private quay. Colin waved, very happy to have spent the day with this new granddad.
"Those two have really taken to each other." Colin was very close to Olav. The boyfriends were kissing and cuddling in the sofa waiting for supper. Bill and Olav's room-mate Bjarne, who had recently arrived after a family visit, were chatting and working together in the apartment's kitchen.
"Bjarne is a good cook," Olav said. "His mother has taught him a lot, I think."
"Happy for you then," Colin commented sincerely. At the same time Colin was already a bit jealous about Olav and Bjarne sharing room. Colin had seen them very close in Shetland and Bjarne was a well-equipped boy, a bit taller than Olav and more chubby, but both cute and cool.
"I guess you are happy sharing a room with him as well," Colin went on.
"Of course, maybe he is as good as your Kenny." Olav grinned. The `piss-brothers' kissed and Colin was ashamed of his thoughts. He was happy that Olav now had a cool room-mate like himself.
"Bjarne is a real chef." Bill came into the sitting room with an arm around the lad he had met for the first time an hour ago. "Supper is served, guys - if you are able to get your bums out of the sofa." Bill was smiling now. He had been quite silent earlier in the evening, Colin had thought.
"I have something to tell you, darlingÉ" Bill was with Colin as they went along the harbour on an evening promenade.
Colin looked at him. He looked so serious. "What's wrong, Daddy?" Colin took Bill's hand.
On the walk from town centre all the way to the Aquarium at Nordnes, Bill told Colin in detail what had happened during his day acting as a member of the paparazzi. Colin said nothing, but had real problems staying serious. When his dad stood in front of him waiting for a response, Colin just whistled. "You remember what you told me last week? Colin looked at his dad.
"I remember every word, son." Bill looked down.
"Start to think with your head and not with your cock, you said." Colin tried to be serious.
"Aye, and I still mean that," Bill answered.
"What's the age limit for that rule?" Colin had to use a hand to cover his grin.
"Around sixty, I think," Bill grinned too. "You may put a spank in the bank now, I think. You accept that, son?"
"Only if you let me meet this Asian prince of yours, Kazuya, wasn't that his name?" Colin smiled. "He wants to see you again tomorrow, you said."
Bill found it wise not to continue that discussion. He knew how it was when his son was in the teasing mood. "Tell me all about your fishing trip today." Bill put an arm around Colin. "First class mackerel, Bjarne said!"
To be continued