Colins New Adventures

By Bill Jonners

Published on Mar 22, 2019

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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 91

Colin and Olav were sitting on the top bed in a very simple youth hostel in a village in Northern Holland. There were beds for six in the room, but the hostel was not crowded.

"It was great to have a long shower after the long biking trip," Olav said. His hair was still wet.

"But my arse is hurting like hell. I'm not used to riding those crazy seats," Colin said as he tried to find a more comfortable position.

"So Bro, you're blaming the bike, not the ride from the Colonel. And after him both Tom and Peter fucked you like rabbits." Olav grinned and kissed Colin lightly.

"Please grease up my cunt, will you Bro? I have some cream in my box here." Colin stripped off his only piece of clothing, a small white bikini, turned around and placed himself on his elbows and knees in the bunk for Olav.

Colin had some small marks from Olav's birch twig the other day, and his arse and crack were swollen and red. Olav found the cream and started to work on both the crack and the rosebud. Colin made a sound almost like a cat purring, and spread his legs a bit. Olav loved the signal and creamed up the small hard balls and watched his `piss-brother's' prick grow in size. He put a large amount of cream on his forefinger and put it inside Colin's love-hole. Colin moaned softly. Olav smiled when he saw the string of pre-cum that dripped from the beauty between his boyfriend's legs.

"You are horny again, love! Wasn't the sucking in the shower good enough?" Olav smiled and gave Colin a light spank. There was a knock on the door, and before they even answered the host, a big-bodied man in his forties, was inside the door.

Colin saw the entrance but stayed calm. He had nothing to hide. His friend was just helping him with his sore arse.

"Sorry to disturb you guys, but I need to lock up the reception now and we are still waiting for three Swedish guys to arrive. Will you please show them their beds? They are to share your room here, the only room with boys only." Colin found his Dutch-English accent a bit funny.

The man went up to the bed and looked at Colin's naked butt which was still pointing upwards. He put his hand on the buttocks and spread them. "The bike has been hard with you, son," he said. "You should have used padded biking-shorts like I told you!" He looked at the tube of cream. "This lady lotion is no use," he said. "I'll bring you something more appropriate for bikers, and sore babies too by the way - a zinc ointment. Just a second."

Minutes later he was back, and Colin was still in the bunk-bed with his naked butt pointing upwards. Without hesitation the man put some of the thick white cream on two strong fingers and worked Colin's crack from balls to top. Then he worked cream in and around Colin's arse-hole. "That will do. You may add more tomorrow morning!" He left the cream on the bed.

"I'm a bit sore too," Olav tried to look serious. "Could you see if I need some as well, please?"

"Okay, of course. Jump down and show me." The man showed no emotion.

Olav dropped his boxers on the floor and put his hands on the bunk bed next to a grinning Colin.

"Not so bad here," the man said as he opened Olav's arse crack. "But It's good to think of prevention!" He creamed up the boy with a tough hand and for just a few seconds he touched Olav's balls.

"Have a good night, guys!" he said. "Please take care of the Swedes when they arrive. Breakfast at eight, okay!"

A silent laughter and heads together in a familiar hug followed when the man closed the door behind him.

Not long after the man's treatment had ended, an old Volvo 240 stopped in the gravel outside the hostel. The sound of loud pop music was heard when the car doors opened and three noisy youngsters fell out. The two in the front looked like very normal guys on a summer tour in denim and t-shirts, although both wore strange white caps.

"Students," Olav commented. "Swedish student caps. The guys are probably celebrating their last exam or something."

The third lad, much younger than the two in front, was shirtless, dressed only in baggy shorts that looked very much like American loose boxers. On his feet the youngster wore huge wooden slippers.

"I have slippers like that for winter in the cottage!" Olav grinned.

"Not Bjorn Borg fashion, or JustColin style on that guy." Colin combed his light curly hair with the fingers. "But I love his long hair. Very sexy, very Swedish."

"I better meet them and show them to our room." Olav jumped down from the berth.

"Don't you think it's wiser to put something on before you go out?" Colin threw Olav his white JustColin briefs. Both Olav and Colin had stayed naked after the arse treatment, and neither of them had fully lost their erections after the host's treatment.

"Hi. I'm Nils, but call me Nisse." One of the guys with a cap raised his hand for a greeting when he entered the room. "And this is Viktor." He pointed at the fellow behind him.

"Just Vic," the guy said with a grin as he gave Colin his hand.

"Not Vic, Bigdick'!" The youngest lad was inside the door too. "He's just called Bigdick'. The chick's favourite, you see."

Vic turned around and pulled down the lad's shorts. "Fuck your own dick, only made for wanking, eh!"

"Wow! He's equipped just like Robin in Hamburg," Colin thought.

"Don't scare these studs." The boy grinned and pulled his shorts back up. "I'm Sigge." He gave Colin his hand, very formal.

"He's my virgin little brother. He's so cute!" Vic hurried into the room, afraid to get a hit from Sigge's approaching fist.

"Fuck you! Cool down, both of you. You'll scare our room-mates. And I need a beer too. I've been driving since Hamburg." Nisse, probably the boss, opened his bag and found cans of beer for everybody. Then he sat down wide-legged on the only chair in the room, scratching his crotch. Colin knew this straight attitude from the guys in the rugby team at home. And nobody took notice of the sign on the wall: `No smoking. No use of alcohol.'

"Any girls here?" Nisse asked.

"The house is filled up with a handball team. Juniors, I guess. They're here for a training camp or something," Colin answered and opened a can of beer. He tried to stay cool, but felt very naked in his tight bikini in front of these new guys.

"Their boss acts like a watch dog." Olav said. He had tried to be polite and talked to some of the girls. "She's an old bitch."

"A milf for you then, Sigge! You love them well-fucked, don't you?" Vic teased his brother who was about to throw his beer can at him.

"Where are you guys going?" Colin changed the subject.

"We are going to visit some friends who live just outside London. We met them last winter," Nisse replied. "We can't afford flights so we're using my old car."

"But it's expensive to cross the channel," Colin went on. "Better to use the train, I think."

"Sigge is afraid of tunnels so we'll use the ferry from Calais to Dover," Nisse explained. "But we plan to make a stop in Amsterdam tomorrow."

"It's warm here, isn't it? Do you know if there are showers around?" Vic asked.

"Just down the corridor, I'll show you. But you need coins for hot water. I got one for each of you from the host." Olav was still taking his deputy-host role seriously.

The two eldest Swedes just undressed in front of the other lads. Like most Scandinavians they were born into nudity and did not care about having other males around when they undressed. They found their towels and hurried out the door. Colin smiled when he watched Vic who had the nickname `Big-dick'. His cock was not any bigger than his own. In fact it looked even smaller, with a solid bush of hair. "Even if he's a grower, his is not bigger than mine," Colin thought. Nisse was more well-hung and had trimmed pubic hair. Colin tried to think about him with an erection and guessed at 16 or 17 cm (around 6.5 inches) perhaps. "A cute hunk," Colin whispered without realising he could be heard.

"What did you call me then?" Sigge stripped in front of Colin. He was huge, hard-balled and close to hairless.

"Hot and sexy," Colin answered without emotion. "I understand that the old ladies love that monster!"

Sigge looked around and found the sink. Minutes later he was washing his boxer shorts. "You see, I have only one pair with me," Sigge said. "It's a bet with my mates at home. I have to travel to London in my only underwear and my old wooden boots." He washed the boxers and hung them outside the window.

"Please take a picture of me," Sigge said as he gave Colin his mobile camera. "I have to make a documentary of the trip." Colin had problems now. He liked the kid and fancied his huge cock. He was about to get an erection and his tight bikini did not cover that very visual fact.

Sigge stared at the growing bulge. "I'm used to sleeping naked. I hope you don't mind," he said. They heard Olav and the other Swedes laughing in the corridor. Sigge jumped into the lower bed opposite Colin's. Colin turned his back to the boy and stripped off his white briefs. "I sleep naked myself, always," he said and found the light sheet to cover himself.

"So the babies are early in bed." Nisse was still drying his wet body. His dick was a bit more alive than when he left for the shower, and Vic had a cock that showed off a nice glans. Colin tried to behave like he did when he was in high school. `Boys in gym are no sexual objects'. But he was so damned horny after the treatment with the cream just twenty minutes earlier that he had all sorts of fantasies.

"We leave for the girls in the village," Nisse said. "Anyone want to follow?" Colin saw that Olav hesitated. "You take a trip Olav, but don't get too drunk. We have to be on the road again tomorrow after breakfast, you know."

"You can come with us!" Vic grinned. "Olav wants to go to The Erotic Museum too."

"Me too." There was movement in Sigge's bed.

"You think you get inside that museum in shorts and slippers, Kiddo? You will be arrested like in Reperbahn in Hamburg yesterday," Nisse said. "You find a milf in the nearest park. Guess they pay for service, you know!"

Colin suddenly felt homesick when Nisse called the youngster Kiddo, his own nickname from Kenny. "Wish Kenny was here!" he thought.

"You can come with me tomorrow, Sigge. I've been to that place before. Nothing you haven't seen home in Sweden, I'm sure. Thanks for taking us to Amsterdam, guys. Cool!" Colin closed his eyes.

With new cans of beer, the three left the hostel for the village close by. Olav looked a bit lost, but Colin blew him a kiss, and Olav grinned back.

Colin found his stiffy for some play, but felt a bit shy. After all he had a foreign youngster just some metres away.


Colin must have been asleep for a while, but suddenly he woke up because of a strange sound. The windows rattled and he felt the strange smell of lightening. Then again the room was filled with white light. "Strange having a thunderstorm in a country without hills around," Colin thought. He put the small pillow over his face.

A short time later he felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder. "May I sleep with you, Colin? I hate thunderstorms." Sigge was beside Colin as soon as the Scottish lad had lifted his bedsheet in welcome. Colin put an arm around the sweating, shivering youngster. Two naked hot bodies met when the next round of lightning filled the room.

"Funny that lads with monster cocks are afraid of thunderstorms," Colin thought. "Maybe they believe they are equipped with lightning-rods." He moved his hips a bit closer to the youngster and put a caring arm around his body. Colin adjusted the boy's long hair and kissed his forehead. Sigge responded by putting an open hand around Colin's buttocks. The two guys were as close as young men could be.

Colin dozed off again. He was woken by familiar, heavenly, action. A playful mouth worked his stiff dick underneath the blanket. He spread his legs and gave the young Swede all possible access. He looked around and found that it was very dark, with heavy rain outside. The other beds were still empty. The military-looking wall clock showed 2am.

"Turn around, Sigge. Let me suck you too. But keep my cock inside. You're a great sucker. The old milfs have taught you well." Colin hoped the boy could take a joke.

"Yes, baby. Not much difference. Some of them have clits as big as your cock." Sigge used his teeth on Colin's glans. "They scream with lust when I bite them." The boy turned around and formed a tight 69 in the narrow bunk-bed.

"You naughty bastard!" Colin gave Sigge some spanks on his round buttocks. For the first time he really studied this youngster's stiff cock.

"Must be 20 cm (8 inches) and as thick as a cucumber," Colin thought. "Boy and man at the same time, cockhead and foreskin red after too much wanking, just some light hair on the hanging balls and well-trimmed pubic hair." Colin took the lad's cock inside his mouth and the active young man was soon trying to throat-fuck him. Colin managed the size well, because there was a sort of softness in this rock-hard cock after all.

The closeness during the thunderstorm and the hot bodies made the sex session a short one. "Yes, fuck, take it, take it" The boy tried to get his long cock down into Colin's throat. Colin struggled, but Sigge was the active one. Colin managed to pull him out just as the boy spunked off. Some of his jizz filled Colin's mouth and some landed on his nose and in one eye. But Sigge went on, continuing the hard mouth-massage on Colin's cock. He had no problems taking the dick all the way inside.

"I'm cumming, damn!" Colin shouted with his mouth full of spunk. He lifted his hips and forced his cock to stay inside the other boy's mouth while he used his arse muscles to shoot the load inside. Sigge lifted his head. Colin's spunk was dripping from his mouth. The boy turned around and without hesitation he gave Colin his mouth. A wild exchange of spunk followed and Colin's face was cleaned by the teen who was used to licking and eating the boy-milk he had produced. The short, but hot, dual mouth-fuck ended with a tight double hug.

"I have to piss," Sigge whispered after a few minutes.

"Me too!" Colin lifted the young body which had rested on top of him. "We can use the sink, eh? I don't want to dress." Colin took hold of his half-hard prick and pointed into the white old-fashioned sink. Sigge was so close that their hips met and he gave some jerks before his still stiff cock started to work for pissing.

"You are still hard!" Colin used one hand to hold Sigge's dick while continuing the grip on his own. Sigge closed his eyes and pushed his head back. "I'm always hard after a sucking. Used to wank for hours."

"You're a bit sore!" Colin played with the boy's piss-slit while he tried to finish the stream.

"I've jerked off almost non-stop for the last two days. What else is there to do in the back of a car?" Sigge grinned. "You are sore yourself, man. I can smell the baby cream in your ass."

"Maybe that cream will help you too. Enough for both!" Colin turned his back to Sigge and spread his arse cheeks with two hands. "Insert it!"

"You want me to fuck you? Fuck you like a girl?" Sigge sounded very excited.

"Aye, I need a cock up my arse. Haven't been fucked today, you see?" Colin looked at the still hesitating Swede.

"You take cock, man? Really? Though you were an innocent boy scout or something." Sigge placed his cock in Colin's crack. "You think you can take my size, Colin? The ladies complain."

"Have you fucked a boy before?" Colin went over to his bag and found the cream he got from the host.

"Only Vic, when I was younger. But he's banging girls now, soÉ" Sigge stopped talking when Colin put the thick cream on his naked cockhead and then put a white finger into his own hole.

With two hands Colin held the sink and spread his legs. "Now fuck me, dream-boy. Show me why the Norwegians envy the Swedes."

Sigge placed his now white cockhead just outside Colin's boy-cunt, but did not press forward. Colin was impatient but he knew this game. He opened his own ring and pushed backward. The kid gasped when he was four inches (10 cm) inside without moving.

"Now Sigge. Be the man. Look upon me as a tight little girl you have met for the first time, different from the well-fucked milfs you have fucked before. Be my man now. You sucked like an expert." Colin lifted his hips a bit for the taller guy. Sigge was easy to teach. He fucked Colin like a young god. He made Colin scream for more. He made him ask for a harder fuck. He made him drip strings of pre-cum to the floor and when Sigge started to work his erect nipples he was about to cum.

"So this is the night club in this godforsaken place!" Olav was standing in the middle of the room, dripping wet from head to feet.

"Don't stop, Sigge. Go on. I'm going to cum soon. You are a devil with that cock! Undress, Bro, and let Sigge heat you up. He's a dream-boy!" Colin shouted.

Encouraged by Colin's words young Sigge did not stop. He continued his pounding. With a huge grin Colin saw that Olav, now naked, knelt behind Sigge and without warning dived between the youngster's buttocks. The Norwegian sucking specialist soon deep-fucked the Swede with his tongue.

"Fuck him, Bro. He will love your small propeller. He's wet from my spunk. Take him, Sigge!" Colin was close to the edge but tried to get into the rhythm of the double fuck. The three made a perfect sandwich, but Colin started to erupt. "I'm cumming again!" he shouted.

The feel of Colin's arse contractions on his cock made Sigge howl. He sent a stream of hot milk into the Scot who managed to send his load into the sink, and onto the mirror above. The super-horny Olav had started his long-lasting orgasm a short time earlier and his wet fuck was heard in the now silent room. Three youngsters, all dripping with young man-cream, collapsed on the nearest bed. There was still heavy rain outside.

"Where are the others?" Sigge whispered to Olav.

"They went into a barn when the rain started," Olav answered. "Four chicks too," he sighed.


"Get the cream, and I'll check your bum and thighs." The youth hostel boss said as he passed Colin who was about to finish a huge breakfast. "See you in the bathroom!"

Colin hurried back to his bed and found the thick white cream the hostel manager had used on him and Olav the previous evening.

"Bend over the bench and pull down your shorts, son." The host, named Cees, had taken off his apron and was dressed in loose white trousers and a white t-shirt. He looked more muscled today than what Colin remembered. His clogs made a homely sound in the warm bathroom.

Colin did what he was told, maybe even more. He pulled down both his shorts and his white JustColin thong and spread his legs. Cees opened Colin's arse-cheeks to examine his hole.

"Much better than last night," the man said as he let two fingers follow the crack all the way down to Colin's balls, then up again where the fingers stopped at his rosebud. He pushed inside Colin with his forefinger.

"Strange," he said. "Your butt is healed but your entrance is still swollen. I'll try a bit more cream inside. Tell me if it hurts." Cees placed some cream in his palm and with massaging fingers he put three inside Colin's boy-cunt. Colin moaned and wiggled his butt. Another moan was heard when the man had his fingers fully inside and rotated close to Colin's prostate.

"You are pretty tight, boy, and I'm sure you will have fully recovered in a day or two. Think you need a softer seat on your bike today." He gave Colin a light spank on both buttocks.

"Thank you, sir, but we are leaving for Amsterdam today. The Swedes will give us a lift." Colin had turned around, still naked. Suddenly a bit shy in front of the well-built man, he tried to cover up his erection.

"That's a pity. There's a lot to do around here and I could have done with your help." He placed a hand on Colin's naked shoulder.

"Is a swollen bum and sore inner thighs common for bikers?" Colin was looking for his shorts.

"In races, yes. But on longer runs the main problems for men are stiff balls and loss of erection. Can be a problem for days!" The man still had his hand on Colin's back as if he comforted him.

"What can be done about that? You use the same cream?" Colin tried to act very serious.

"The cream will only help if your balls are sore, but it's necessary to give some ball-massage for a while to increase the bloodstream." Cees had his hand on Colin's neck as if he didn't want the lad to leave.

"I don't think you have any problems with the bloodstream, son." For the first time Colin saw the serious man smile. "But I can show you the ball-massage if you want me to. Just climb onto the bench and place your upper body low. Spread your legs again, please." Colin opened up completely for the middle-aged man who started to tug Colin's balls and then treat them with thumbs and forefingers. He started very carefully but increased the strength of the massage and rolled the balls. Again Colin moaned.

"Does it hurt? Am I too hard on you? Sometimes I have to work the lads for hours. No need here, I guess." Cees pinched Colin's dripping cock. During the treatment drops of pre-cum had dripped onto the bench.

"You respond to stimulation very well, young man." Cees gave Colin a few jerks, dried the naked cockhead with rough fingers and then squeezed the cock and balls with one hand as a ending to the treatment.

"I've heard about the opposite problem," Colin said. "Because of pressure some bikers can have painful boners for days." Colin remained on the bench. "Is it true that prostate massage is the only treatment?"

Colin did not see that Cees grinned now. He had problems staying serious. "Any treatment that loosens the situation is good. Your body looks like a swimmer's body, young man. You know the effect of cold water on an erection, don't you?" Cees used both hands and touched Colin's biceps.

Now Colin was grinning. "I think a prostate massage must be more effective," he said.

"We could try!" Cees lifted Colin down and placed him back in the way he was for the first inspection. Colin closed his eyes and waited for the man's fingers. He did not see the man pull down his baggy trousers and his underwear in one action. The grown-up man was very hairy, and he sported a well-grown cock above his hairy balls. It wasn't very long, but it was thick and hard. He placed his wet cockhead between Colin's arse cheeks and pressed. "I have an effective tool here for prostate massage." Cees said. "You want to try it, son?"

"Aye, aye. Please, sir. Please. I can't wait. My boner must be treated." Colin opened up for the man who, without any more hesitation, bottomed the boy-cunt that had been well treated with baby-cream just some minutes earlier.

Cees was very careful. He fucked Colin with short thrusts, stopped and rotated, found the prostate and rotated again. Colin sounded like a cat and could not remember the last time he'd had a massage like that.

"Your tool is very effective, sir, but how would it be if you made the massage a bit harder?" Colin whispered and used his own arse muscles to squeeze the Dutch cock that filled him that morning.

Cees took the signal and gave Colin what he wanted. Towards the end he withdrew completely, paused a little, and then forced through the youngster's sphincter again and again. Colin was in heaven and close to cumming. However he wanted to give this nice man full value back. He squeezed and held it, as much as he could.

Cees roared and withdrew. Colin did not understand the words the man said but he felt the warm spunk that filled his crack and hole before Cees was inside him again. That last entry made Colin cross the line to a morning eruption.

"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming!" He understood that Cees collected his hands-free morning milk with his farmer hands. The eruption from the boy was harder and bigger than any morning recently. It had been six hours since Sigge sucked the boy-cream out of him during the night, but this man and his cock was what Colin enjoyed more.

"The best cream for a sore bum," Cees said as he used his own jizz and Colin's milk to grease Colin's arse. "The best cream for dry lips too when you go out in the Dutch wind." The man used a finger to put some spunk on Colin's lips and when the boy opened his mouth and showed a waiting tongue, he was given three dripping fingers to suck.

"It was nice to have met you, young man. Take care in Amsterdam!" The host gave Colin his hand before he dressed, put on his apron, and left for the breakfast room.


Swedish songs filled the old Volvo on the way south from the small Dutch village. "About three hours to Amsterdam, if we stop for a piss and a wank on the Afsluitdijk," Sigge shouted. He had placed himself, still in his baggy shorts and his wooden boots, in the middle of Colin and Olav in the back seat.

"Do you have anything else in mind other than wanking, Kiddo?" Nisse, who had been a bit stressed earlier because he had no luck with the girls in the barn last night, was back to his normal light mood.

"Okay, okay. Never mind, guys. If you don't want service from me, maybe you can buy some service from our new friends." Sigge grinned and placed a hand on each crotch beside him. The two `piss-brothers' did not push his hands away, but spread their legs.


The Dutch landscape was extraordinary. It was flat and windy, green and rolling and when the car entered the longest dike, with water on both sides, they felt like they were driving across the ocean.

"Can't we have lunch on the dyke?" Sigge suggested. "I'm hungry and thirsty, and I'm the only one with money, eh?"

"No wonder you are thirsty, Kiddo. Two cummings in the last half hour. You must dry out soon!" Nisse looked in the rear-view mirror.

"He tastes good, doesn't he?" Vic continued. "Didn't know we had international cocksuckers on board!"

"He's great!" Colin answered, "Sweet spunk, you know, like honey. You should try a vegetarian yourself."

"Instead of those fish-smelling girls you suck!" Sigge grinned.

"Yeah, you are the right one to talk about smelling girls, milf-boy." Nisse slowed down and parked the car close to the service station on the Afsluitdijk.

"You buy some lunch too, Olav. I'm starving," Colin shouted to the Norwegian who followed Nisse and Sigge to the kiosk on the other side of the dike. Sigge turned around and tried shout above the heavy wind, "Stay with the car, guys! No door-locks!"

"Who would steel this damn car?" Vic commented. "Let's find the toilets. I need a piss!"

Inside the public toilet they first came to a door with the sign `disabled'. Colin saw the green sign, opened the door, and pushed Vic inside. "I guess you think a cocksucker is disabled," Colin said. "So we'll use this room."

"Your own words, man. I never said that. You were quite hot when you sucked my brother back there, and I think your Norwegian friend was about to cum himself when he had Sigge's cock in his mouth." Vic was about to unzip. "I assume the kid slept with you last night. Thunderstorm, and I wasn't there. Poor kid!" he grinned. "And he found your ass I guess, didn't he? He blushed when I asked him about it this morning."

"How did you know then? Think I look queer, do you?" Colin watched him, feeling angry.

Vic did not answer but he looked into Colin's eyes. "Wish you were a girl, Colin, here and now." He had trouble with his dick.

Colin saw that the straight boy had a boner and he himself had been dripping with excitement since the sucking in the car. "You're a stud, Vic! You know about role-playing, I'm sure. I have two holes, I have a mouth and a boy-cunt; you have a cock. Pretend I'm a girl. Close your eyes if need be. Treat me like a girl, man, I think you are damn hot, a tall and sexy Swede!" Colin played more submissive than he usually did in front of strangers.

To Colin's surprise Vic turned back from the sink and found his lips in a deep and aggressive kiss. Colin responded and sucked the young man's tongue and then gave him his own. Vic's hands found Colin's body; the huge Swede hugged him like the rugby team-mates at home sometimes did.

Vic hesitated for a second, before he stripped Colin of all his clothes. He was rather rough, but Colin helped more than he protested. Then Vic put his hands on Colin's shoulders and pushed him to his knees. The stiff dick in front of him was like his own 4 inch (10 cm) cock, but a bit thicker and with a blue mushroom-like cockhead. His crotch smelled of soap and young man, not at all bad. Colin put his hands around Vic's buttocks and pulled him close. He tried to let Vic take command, but used his skill as a cock-sucker. Vic answered with a mouth-fuck that pressed Colin's face close to his curly pubic hair. The Swede locked Colin's head and to get free Colin had to use his teeth.

Vic howled and gave Colin a rather hard slap. With tears Colin looked at him, then grinned. "I can't let you cum before you taste my pussy, big man!" Colin saw that Vic blushed. He stood up and kissed the uncertain man.

"Fuck me now, sweaty. Breed me, be my stallion." Colin bent over the white sink, spread his legs and opened his boy-cunt. Vic spat on the opened hole and the used spit in his palm to wet his own cock. He stripped off his clothes and when naked he opened `the girl' in this roleplay, and showed Colin that this youngster was far from a trained lover.

"Take it easy, boy. Be good to yourself, be good to me. Your cock is great, small but great. Put it all the way inside, then you rotate, man." From then on Colin took command. Some minutes later the two inside the `disabled' cabin spunked off at the same time; Vic inside a boy-cunt for the first time in his life, and Colin hands-free shooting his white load over the sink in front of him.

"Hurry up, fuckers!" Sigge was knocking on the door. "The pizza is getting cold!"

Colin turned around, found Vic's dripping cock and cleaned him with his mouth. "You taste like your brother," Colin said. "Same genes, I guess." For the third time Vic kissed him tight as if he wanted to taste his own spunk from Colin's mouth.

Three broad smiles, combined with whistling, greeted Colin and Vic when they hurried up to the car, and then filled their mouths with pizza and coke. "Nice view!" Colin said. He had no intelligent comment.

"Let's go!" Nisse shouted. "The Erotic Museum closes at six. `Big-dick', sit in the back with Sigge. Pinch him if he touches his cock again. Please, sit in front with me Colin!" Nisse put a hand on Colin's shoulder.

The eldest Swede did three things at almost the same time. He accelerated with whining wheels out in the fast traffic. He opened his shorts in front. He caught Colin's hand and placed it on his upright hard-on.

Colin looked at him and with two fingers he pushed Nisse's foreskin to the very limit. "Damn, damn!" Nisse lifted his hips a bit and changed to the fastest gear.


Colin had sent the four lads to the Erotic Museum in Amsterdam. He hoped Sigge would behave well enough to enter the museum with the others. Colin had lent him a t-shirt for the occasion. Now he felt free and relaxed sitting on the steps in front of the room they had rented. He had a bad conscience over abandoning' Olav, but he knew his piss-brother' would be taken good care of by the Swedes.

He looked across to the canal in front of him, felt the strange smell of marijuana from the nearest river-boat, picked up his phone, and pressed a pre-entered number.

"Hello, who is there?" Colin heard a very grown up voice answering.

"It's me, Colin. Do you remember me?" Colin answered. "Did I disturb you?"

"How could I ever forget you? The sexiest youngster I've ever met. Just arrived in town? I've been waiting for you!" The voice was soft and loving now.

"Waiting? How did you know? I haven'tÉ" Colin was surprised.

"Your Dad called me today and told me you were in Holland. He said he wished he could have been with youÉ to see me." Some silence followed.

"Didn't he say that he wanted to screw you again. He loved your beefy arse, you know. Guess he's a bit lonely back homeÉ." Colin swallowed.

"While you are fucking around Europe, I understand. You alone tonight boy? Need a fuck, eh? Happy with Jo, the old porn-star, you think? Horny when you think of my monster, eh?" Jo, into gay porn and stripping while working as an anaesthetic nurse, did not hold back with his questions.

"I've longed for your black cock since you fucked the shit out of me, both inside and outside the studio. May I see you tonight?" Colin had a begging voice.

"I'll be around in fifteen minutes. I know your position. Bill gave me your tags. He follows his baby, you know!" Colin could hear Joe grinning. "Don't jump in the canal, and no drugs remember. I'm a nurse!" The man hung up.

"So the old man at home can follow me? Bruce for sure fixed that! Dad is no data nerd," Colin said to himself and missed old Scotland a bit.

"Lonely boy. Want a joint?" A young man in his twenties with rasta hair and a costume from the 1960's was seen on the deck of the canal-boat. He climbed the rail, and went on smoking while he pulled down his chino trousers and pissed in the canal. "I heard you ask for a fuck. Come onboard. I'll make you happy, kid!"

"I'm sorry pal, but you're too late. I'm booked, you see." Colin turned to watch as a huge motorbike made a noise as it travelled alongside the silent canal. The man on the boat tried to take care of both his small prick and his joint. He was far from sober and ended falling backwards on the deck. Colin gave him a thumbs up. The young man grinned and waved back.

"You still want to come, Colin, or do you have new company?" Jo stopped the bike and, very manly, used only his legs to park. In black leather he was a contrast to the young man onboard the canal-boat. Colin did not hesitate. He took the helmet he was given and climbed onto the `penis-extension'. That was what Mr Morrison at home called the youngsters' huge motorbikes.

Jo stopped outside an old apartment building just some blocks from the canal. He helped Colin with his helmet and embraced him tight, then hugged him again and again.

"Nice to see you, honey. Here I live. Boring eh? I have invited some colleagues to meet you. I guess you only have a few hours, or...?" Jo smiled. "We saw the dirty side of town last time you were here, so maybe a small private party this time?" Jo sounded a bit strange, as if he was very excited. The broad, all black man in his early forties pushed Colin upstairs. Colin felt a hand between his legs cupping his crotch. Then he had Jo whispering close to his ears. "I'm so horny, Colin. I have waited for this all day. I could fuck you here and now, but I have promisedÉ" The huge man turned the smaller Colin around and buried his face between his legs.

"Why don't you? I'm ready." Colin unzipped Jo's leather trousers. The man was naked underneath and the black shining cock with the dark red cockhead was pointing out like a wooden dildo. The damaged foreskin made this cock very special and Colin opened his mouth and took care of the cock he had once compared with his dad's in size and thickness. Jo moaned, and the bare stairway echoed both the moaning and Colin's slurping. A door was opened and they heard music and voices. From another apartment they heard children crying.

"We have to go upstairs, baby, or I will cum on my own doorstep!" Jo lifted Colin from his cock and carried him like a child to the top of the stairs.

There was some shouting and applause from a group on the sofa when Jo, still in motorbike gear, and still with his stiff cock pointing forward, carried Colin into the sitting room and handed him to the three ebony-dark men sitting side by side drinking beer.

"Here's the candy, guys. Present yourselves while I undress. No dirty business though. He's my toy, guys!" Jo grinned.

"Why not strip here, Jo? We started outside. You're a great stripper, I know!" Collin's comment made the three on the sofa laugh.

"He's not a stripper, we are. The Black Triplets." One of the men had Colin on his lap. Another had a hand around his shoulders. The third caressed Colin's naked upper leg. Colin felt close to heaven and the pre-cum from the motorbike trip made a wet spot in his white sport shorts.

Jo switched on spotlights in the darkening room and found some music on his huge music box. Colin looked around. A very ordinary room, but now transformed into a stage with a very private audience. "Triplets," he thought. "I've never had triplets before." Two of the men looked very much alike, the third was a bit different. They were all dressed in black training gear and white singlets. Their arms were well-muscled, and so were their shining hairless upper bodies. All of them were a bit younger than Jo, Colin thought.

"Let's give them a taster from our porn video, Colin. I've never seen it for real, but you remember the set-up, don't you?" Jo held out his hand wanting Colin to participate. "Take another beer while you wait, guys." Jo took Colin's hand and they left.

A few minutes later Jo and Colin were back. Jo was pulling Colin by the hair yelling, "Don't try to run away from me, silly boy! You think you are clever, eh? Stupid, that's what you are! You belong to me, forever. Understand? "

Colin tried to cover his face as if he waited for a slap. He suddenly remembered the opening line, and knew what was coming. "I didn't mean to run away daddy, but it's boring being alone. Don't hit me, please!"

"I'll tell you what's boring! You know what's going to happen, eh? You know?" Colin covered his face again. Jo, now dressed like the guys on the sofa lifted Colin by his shoulders and wrenched the dirty t-shirt off him. Colin's summer-body was shining. Jo did not wait. He pulled Colin's shorts down and threw them to the guys on the sofa. Then he slapped Colin's stiff and very visible bulge through the tiny underwear. With force he ripped the thong off him. That item landed on the sofa too.

Colin's erection showed all the signs of excitement, a wet cockhead and no foreskin covered the tiny cock. Another slap hit the boner. Colin was crying. "Don't spank me, daddy. I'll never run away again...please!"

"You think this is fun, eh? I'll show you what happens to silly ones like you." Jo turned Colin around and forced him over the back of an armchair.

"Spread your legs and stop complaining." Jo used his feet to spread Colin's legs even wider, while he undid his own leather belt and folded it around his fist. The first stroke landed across the white buttocks. Colin yelled, not because it was that bad, but he guessed Jo wanted to tell a story.

"Stop yelling kid, or I will have to gag you, okay?" The next stroke was harder.

Colin's butt was turning pink. Suddenly Colin thought of the photo-session he was going to do in Paris. Reynard wouldn't like a red butt. On the other hand, the play-domination made Colin damned horny. Joe was edging him towards a climax. He found his own cock with one hand and started wanking. He remembered the next line from the video. Two more strokes landed across his round butt. Through a glimpse he saw one man on the sofa sucking his wet thong, while jerking a huge black cock.

"Who gave you permission to wank, kid? Stop it. I'll show you real pain!" Jo turned Colin around, knelt in front of him and started to squeeze his nipples, first with fingers, then with nails.

Colin yelled and moaned and screamed. Suddenly this was not just a play. The boy couldn't stand still, his hips made fucking movement, his hands groped to find Jo's shortcut hair. Then he shouted: "Daddy, sorry daddy! I'm cumming!" Hands-free, while still worked on by strong fingers, Colin erupted. He sent his first cumming for hours all over Jo's dressed body. White milk was dripping down his upper body, down to his trousers and down on the floor. Another slap followed.

"Don't destroy my carpet, stupid. Lick it up! And undress me!" Jo pushed Colin down on his knees. The boy used his tongue and lips to clean the man's clothes and the floor. With teasing eyes he looked at the men on the sofa while licking his lips with his own tongue.

Colin was still fully erect when he undressed the Dutch stripper and porn-star. The beautiful body in front of him was a dream for everybody who loved black male beauty. Colin knelt again, found Jo's buttocks with his small hands, opened his mouth and let the man put his 8 inch (20 cm) and very thick tool, inside his waiting mouth. All present understood that the two `on stage' now were far from just playing. Colin wanted Jo to last long. He was eager to have this huge cock in his boy-cunt. He used his teeth. Jo yelled and slapped him. Colin answered by opening Jo's arse and pushing a finger inside, then two fingers without warning. A new howl from Jo, who was not used to a bottom guy like Colin.

"You are really asking for punishment, kid. You belong to me, forever, understand?" Jo lifted Colin and turned him around again and pressed him down in the armchair. He looked at the guys on the sofa. All of them had found a dick for play.

"This lad likes onlookers to be naked, guys. You better strip if you want to participate. What do you say, kid? You are a bit weird, aren't you? You fancy black tools eh?" Jo spread Colin's legs and found his pink rosebud with a wet finger.

"Watch this, guys. You have never seen a virgin girl with a pussy like this. I guess none of you ever have seen a virgin pussy either, have you?" He grinned at his friends. "You go on and open his cunt for me, but be careful. No broken skin. His real dad will kill me if his baby is hurt."

Three black men fought for Colin's arse. They spat, they sucked, they used tongues, they finger-fucked and they double-penetrated the youngster. Joe had found a tube of cream and made his huge iron-hard weapon ready. First he pushed The Triplets away and filled Colin's arsehole with two heavily creamed fingers. Then he placed his strange-looking cockhead against Colin's rosebud. Colin had waited for this moment. He opened and pushed back and, with a howl from both of them, Jo's cock was inside his sphincter. With the next movement Jo's huge cock bottomed inside the waiting body.

"Now show me I'm yours, Daddy. Take me hard. Please let me cum again!" Colin begged. Two hard spanks from Jo's hands landed on the red buttocks.

"I will let you cum if it pleases me, silly boy. I'm the boss here, you see!" Jo shouted, but started a hard fuck. He dragged his cock outside the entrance and forced it back, then did the same again. Every time the cockhead passed Colin's love-button, the boy moved closer and closer to a second eruption. He tried to relax, he tried to use his muscles, but in vain. "I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming! You make me crazy!" Colin shouted.

"Take his load guys and taste real nectar." Jo didn't stop when Colin had his second orgasm, a long, hard, shivering orgasm that made him lose his knowledge of time and place. Three guys fought for the spunk that Colin shot into their mouths. The contractions inside made Jo reach his limit and his tool, deep inside the bottom, filled Colin with his man-milk. With every spurt he tugged Colin's hair and snorted like an animal. Half-hard he withdrew and white milk dripped from the open cunt. Colin used fingers, found his opening, and wet them with Jo's cum before he put them into his mouth.

"Now, help me to fulfil this lad's dream, guys. He's your toy now, but Colin is not a slave. He will tell you what he wants."

One of the guys did not wait for instructions, but met the dripping spunk with his own cock. Colin took it with a clear acceptance. A second guy gave Colin his cock to suck on, and the third used his fingers and lips on Colin's nipples. Jo found his smartphone and snapped a photo and sent it to Bill's number. "Colin in black heaven!" he wrote.

Over the next half hour the three guys changed positions and very soon Jo understood that the climax was near for more than one. That made him really horny again. He had been hard for a long time. Now he lay down on the floor and helped Colin to ride him. The change from the `smaller' guys to this huge cock, and the possibility to be the boss, brought Colin to new heights. Jo fucked from beneath and Colin wanked himself like crazy. Three men, common strippers, gathered close to the boy and one after one gave him their white load from their black cocks. With jizz dripping from his eyes, mouth and body, Colin lifted his arse and felt Jo's spunk hit his arsecrack and his balls. Pointing his dick upwards he took care of his own third eruption of the evening. The clear liquid dripped down the drenched body while he used his mouth to clean the waiting cocks around.

"Use the bathroom, kid! I'll be in to shower with you in a few minutes." Jo lifted Colin and helped him to stand inside the shower cubicle.

"Help yourself to the pizza. You must be hungry." Jo and Colin, both in bathrobes, shared a table in the small kitchen. Nothing would suggest that this flat had been a porn-stage just half an hour earlier.

The door to the hall opened and two faces were seen. "Hey guys, how was training?" Jo addressed them. "You want some pizza? Come and say hello to Colin. He's a visitor from Scotland."

"We just ate at Mum's. Hey Colin!" One face grinned.

The other took Colin's hand. "Why are you in bathrobes?"

"We went for some training," Jo said. "Go to bed now. I have to drive Colin back to his apartment, then I'll come and say good night." The two boys left with their noses in their mobile phones.

"My sons; twelve this year. They live with their mother every other week. Good guys, really good." Jo sounded very fatherly.

One of the lads was back in the door. "What happened to my t-shirt?" He held up the torn shirt from the show.

"Just a contest!" Jo said. "I'll buy you some new ones tomorrow."

Colin blushed. "If I had known you have kids that age, I could have brought some JustColin underwear for them. I'll ask Dad to send some. I guess he has your address!" Joe looked a bit embarrassed now.


"Please just drop me here at the corner! I don't want to disturb the old landlord too much, and you have quite a noisy machine." Colin hugged Jo and squeezed his bulge.

Jo found Colin's stiff dick and played with it inside the shorts. "Sorry you couldn't stay overnight," he said. "Another time, maybe. And bring your dad!" Jo started his motor-bike, and left in the busy night traffic.

Colin was sore and had problems walking straight. His bum was burning, and his arse was hot. Again the young Dutch guy was standing on the deck of the canal-boat smoking. He lifted his hand without talking. Colin went onboard in some pain.

"Your friends have just left," the youngster said. "They guessed you would come soon. Great guys, wanted a joint too. Well not the Norwegian Viking though. He said his only drug was Norwegian aquavit. I tried it once. Killed me, manÉ" The youngster was very talkative. Colin sat down, but his arse hurt.

"I tried to warn you, man. These black guys have too huge cocks I would sayÉ Let me take a look at you!" The Dutch guy helped Colin to strip. "I only know one liquid that helps," he said. "But I suppose you don't want to help me produce it!" He stripped off his chino trousers and showed off a nice stiff cock all ready to be sucked. Colin did the job okay. In only ten minutes the youngster filled his hands with his own man-cream and greased up Colin's buttocks. "I think you need some other stuff for your swollen cunt," the boy said and found a box of black cream. "Burns like hell for some minutes, but it's good for sore skin. Comes from a friend in Africa," he said.

Colin smiled. "African cream, yes. I know that. Nice to meet you." Colin hugged him and thought about Charlie. He didn't know why but decided it could be the guy's snub nose.


"You think they will get through immigration?" Olav waved at the three Swedes that just had entered the ferry in the French port of Calais. On a clear day like today they could see the Dover cliffs on the other side of the Channel.

"I don't know Bro, that crazy Sigge, nearly nude and in wooden slippers. I really don't know!" Colin waved too, and the young Sigge blew a kiss. Colin looked at his `piss-brother' who blushed like a schoolgirl.

"You fancied Sigge, didn't you, love?" Colin squeezed Olav's buttocks.

"I did! Very much. He is a real picture of young freedom, but he had no limits. He was stupid when he pissed naked in front of Manneken Pis in Brussels yesterday. He asked to be arrested." Olav blew a kiss back.

"And you helped him out of the situation in the youth hostel last night." Olav went on. "Dunkirk is not a place where you argue with the landlord in Hitler-German!"

"I'm happy that my French was good enough to get us the last room in the Youth Hostel." Colin grinned and put an arm around his friend. "But I think he was in a way innocent when he was thrown out of the house this morning. We had to go through the breakfast room to find the toilet."

"And Sigge had his morning wood of course in those baggy boxers. If those stupid girls hadn't screamed like he was carrying a weapon, nothing would have happened." Olav could not but smile. He had sucked Sigge to a climax just before he ran off for the toilet. Now Olav looked at his Scottish lover and put a hand underneath his t-shirt and rubbed his back.

"You had heavy sex with all of them!" Olav whispered and put his head on his friend's shoulder. "How is it that straight guys always fancy you!" His hand passed the waistband in Colin's sport shorts. Colin did not answer. He just spread his legs a little and sighed when Olav's hand reached his arsecrack. Then he closed his eyes.

"You have learned from Sigge, I think. If you go on making love to me in the middle of the ferry terminal we will be the next to be arrested. Guess we could find a private place in the railway station. You agree that we use the train to Paris?" Colin put an arm around his friend.

"Yeah, I agree! We have finished with the hitchhiking now I guess, and the Swedes with the car have left. Plus you have promised to show me Paris. We still have two days before Bill arrives and you start work, don't we?" Olav found his backpack and so did Colin.

Colin gave his Norwegian `brother' a light kiss. "I'll show you Paris, Bro, but hurry up, I'm damn horny after your treatment, even if you are far from straight," he grinned.

To be continued

Next: Chapter 93


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