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This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.
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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 54 (Geneva - Milan)
The evening boat trip on Lake Geneva had started in a rather formal fashion. Colin and Reynard had been welcomed onboard by an Italian man in his thirties. Soon afterwards a car with a private chauffeur had arrived with Reynard's friends from the bank, lawyer Antoni Lucas and bank adviser Richard Kems. Both men had greeted Reynard with formal handshakes but, after some hesitation, both men had kissed him in the French style and then hugged him tight.
The skipper - Antony according to the label he wore - was also the barman onboard, and local sparkling wine welcomed the group. After the second bottle the situation became less formal. The men had taken off their jackets and Colin, with no shirt underneath his jacket, removed his jacket too. Some light applause followed from the two Swiss men when Colin turned around showing his erect nipples.
"Beauties like you have need no shirts - for sure!" Mr Lucas commented as he placed a hand on Colin's naked shoulder. Colin didn't know what say so he just smiled.
Reynard had brought some of his own wine for the occasion, and the four men sat down to a well-prepared table. Just minutes earlier a door had opened from what looked like a pantry and two young waiters had entered with a grand selection of hot and cold food.
As Colin took his seat, he was still a bit worried. He had asked Mr Lucas' grandchild, Junior, to join him and help with the private show later. The boat had left without him but Colin received a message on his phone shortly afterwards - "Sorry kid, had to fuck the lady first. See you at turning point in an hour! Don't give the oldies a heart attack! Junior." Colin had answered with a thumbs up emoji but he wondered if the guy would arrive on time.
Colin had been very hungry. His lunch had been light and the hot action with Kevin, the stylist and pool-guy, had given him an appetite. He needed to fill up now. He had let the men discuss the `problems of the world' and concentrated on the food. The desserts, especially the Italian ice creams, had been great and Reynard had even brought his own sweet wine for the occasion. Normally Colin would have taken just water before a show, but this early summer night on the lake was very informal affair.
Mr Lucas had placed his hand twice on Colin's upper leg during the meal, as if to remind him of the agreement from the toilet. With a slutty use of the tip of his tongue, wetting his lips, Colin had given him a silent answer.
"I have brought you some good quality Scottish whisky from my Dad, gentlemen. He is looking after the fort in France while Mr Reynard is travelling around with me." Colin filled the glasses and then raised his own glass for a toast. "I have to thank my dear friend and artistic adviser who made me a rich man today!" Colin sat down in Reynard's lap and gave him a tender, but dry, kiss.
"No, no, Colin love. You have created your own wealth all the way, but thank you for letting me be your old `supporteur'." Reynard lifted his glass. Colin was surprised when the usually very formal man reached over and put a hand between his legs to play with his hardening bulge. "I want you in bed tonight, son!" The whisper was barely audible. His squeezing of Colin's balls was obvious though. Colin moaned in surprise.
The sounds from the engine told everyone that the skipper had slowed down. The noise from a racer made the men stand up. From a small boat a youngster climbed onboard. Dressed in shorts and a hoodie, barefoot, and still with a racing cap backwards on his head, Junior joined the company. He embraced Colin, then turned to his granddad with double kisses.
"Please meet the hurricane!" Mr Lucas pushed Junior forward. Junior received Reynard very formally, before he ended the entrance by placing himself on Mr Kems' lap. The two were obvious very familiar.
Colin had served another round of whisky and even helped young Junior with some wine. Now he took command and placed the `oldies' on the sofas in the saloon. The ladder from the bridge down to the saloon was to be used as a stage and Colin had placed his JustColin collection all around the bridge to Skipper Antony's amusement. The same skipper had problems with his concentration when Colin undressed the Italian-looking youngster and pointed out the different items.
"You have to be his helper, sir!" Colin grinned and looked at the skipper. "And don't bother about your hard-on, Junior!" Colin gave the guy's small cock some wanks. "The guys downstairs will love you! We'll start the show in a few minutes."
"Nice to be able to present the JustColin brand for you, gentlemen." Colin was standing on the ladder. "As you perhaps know JustColin is a range of underwear for young European men. We know that youngsters today like to be sexy - even when they are still below the age of sexual consent. We also know that a lot of grown-ups like to see and even use young men's underwear." Colin searched for eye contact with his new admirers.
Colin stepped down to the floor and placed himself in front of Mr Kems. "If you strip me, sir, you will see our first rather innocent item that has been one of our winners." He lifted his hands above his head and then folded them behind the neck while he pushed his hips slightly forward. Mr Kems found Colin's belt with shaking hands and pulled down the white formal trousers. Underneath, Colin had white bikini-cut briefs. The material was so thin that it covered Colin's bulge like a second skin and the cockhead from the half-hard little cock was clearly visible.
"You see I prefer to be all smooth, but for a youngster that is proud of his first pubic hair, this item is a winner." The men could see that Colin's prick grew to a full erection while he showed off his body. "You will also see that the arsecrack is fully visible and hopefully you'll find that very sexy." Colin smiled because he already could see two formally-dressed men adjust themselves due to their excitement. When he bent to remove his socks, his arse was no secret.
"The second item from our collection is also a winner. And that's a surprise, because a jockstrap is probably not very normal for teenagers, even if some wear them for junior sports. Now welcome my partner for today - the real Junior!" Colin turned to the ladder where the very sexy grandchild of Mr Lucas entered the `stage'. He was completely naked but for a tight red jockstrap. Well-tanned, and with some wild black pubic hair, and even hairy armpits, Junior looked very different from Colin even if they were the same size. What was similar was that Junior also sported a full erection that was quite obvious inside the tight pouch.
"My next item is from the swimwear collection I will show in Milan. Please just give us a second!" Colin announced and pushed Junior in front of him up the ladder. Junior's arsecrack was visible to everybody.
Seconds later Colin was down again. "This swimwear got some dirty names when worn by a comic actor in a movie some years ago. We have made a more sophisticated the `manikini'. I hope you find it sexy!" Colin walked the floor and showed the body gear with a tight pouch at the front and a string between his buttocks. The top ended in a sort of harness. The front was so tight that Colin's balls and his stiff cock pointing upwards were very obvious. Mr Lucas pinched Colin's naked buttock when he passed. "You see sir, even a small-cocked boy like me can have the pleasure of looking well-equipped in this outfit."
The show went on with Colin and Junior modelling the full swimwear collection. "I will show you some of the more extreme swimwear to end this part of the show. Junior, why don't you serve the gentlemen another drink while I prepare." Junior served the whisky and the joyful group seemed to like the golden drops from Scotland.
"You have to help me, captain!" Colin was completely naked in front of Antony. He had tried to tie up an almost see-through pouch around his balls and dick. "No problem normally, but it's more difficult when I'm hard." Colin grinned. "Tie the ribbon underneath my balls, please."
"You are leaking, young man!" Now the captain was one big smile.
"How can I stay dry when a handsome man like you plays with my balls?" Colin turned and thanked the captain. Then he climbed back down the ladder. He was met with an applause. Completely smooth, but still with some tan lines, Colin looked just like a teenager.
"I call it my Instagram suit!" he continued. "No visible pubic hair, no so-called genitalia can be seen, and my butt..." Colin stopped himself, placed his hands on the ladder and spread his legs to show his smooth boy entrance. The next step in the performance was not planned. Junior went down on his knees behind Colin and started to rim him. An eager tongue and wet lips licked and sucked Colin's boy-cunt. When Junior used his tongue inside the hole, Colin moaned and let him go on.
"Better than that girl of yours, eh Junior?" Mr Kems shouted. The man had and obvious tent in his trousers.
"You think, sir, that we should give these gentlemen a preview from the new adult collection?" Colin had sent Junior back to the bridge and asked him to find the `black box'. Now Colin sat down on Reynard's lap.
"Oui, parfait, and give these men some `service special'. Look upon it as an investment, mon petit!" Reynard whispered.
"But you said, sir, no cumming!" Colin was a bit confused.
"Oui, don't spill your cream if you can manage. Save it for me." Reynard bit Colin's earlobe and played with his erect nipples.
"Okay, gentlemen. I have a bonus for you. JustColin plans to present a rather flamboyant adult collection. Maybe we can dim the light for your own privacy?" Colin winked.
Junior was dressed in a pair of very sexy black briefs. The front was cut so that the cock-root was visible and when he turned, the back had a large round hole. Colin had persuaded him to wear two nipple clamps with some hanging rhinestones. They looked marvellous on the dark, tanned body. The boy accepted the pain with tear-filled eyes.
"I wished we had time to trim this beauty's bush before the show, but he looks good enough to eat like this as well. He needs some applause!" Colin stated. He went up to Junior, wet two fingers, and played with his arse through the hole. The boy almost knelt when Colin put the fingers into him up to second knuckle while making a light twist on the nipple clamps. "Let the men feel the fabric, Junior. Don't be shy. Grandpa will not tell your young lady!" Colin let Junior stay in the saloon and went off to prepare for his own final entry.
A new round of applause met Colin. The bikini had an open front. He had bent his cock down into a sort of fishnet condom which fitted like a second skin. The very horny boy dripped pre-cum in a long thread. Now he went up to Mr Lucas, the lawyer. "You want to taste my juice, sir?" He pushed his hips forward. The man used a finger to catch the slimy thread and licked his finger afterwards. "Now I would like to taste your juice, sir. You will allow me?" Colin had already started to unfasten the man's belt. With eagerness, the man helped Colin to pull down both the formal jeans and the white underwear.
The brown veiny cock was rock-hard. With two fingers Colin pulled the man's foreskin behind the swollen glans. With light pressure, he managed to get out a drop of pre-cum from the open piss-slit and with the tip of his tongue he caught it. That was the end of Colin's light show. The next show was a tougher one. With some force the man grabbed the back of Colin's head and penetrated his mouth. Colin did what he could, but again and again the man tried to force his cock down into Colin's throat.
"Take it easy, man!" Mr Kems had a hand on his colleague's arm. "Don't hurt him. You're treating him a slut!" The bank adviser had his trousers around his ankles too, ready for his turn.
"Go on, Antoni. Colin can take it. He's just playing with you!" Reynard grinned.
"Damn it!" Colin thought. "Wait until I get Kenny to deep throat you, Reynard!" He was not hot enough for a throat-fuck. Now he managed to take back control and showed off his sucking skills. The lawyer could not stay calm any longer. He lifted his hips as if was trying to make his cock even bigger. Colin used his last weapon - hard lips around the man's glans. Antoni Lucas started to spurt and Colin didn't move. He just held his grip on the sixty year old man's cock and let him fill him. Like a real pornstar, he let some of the jizz drip from his mouth down his naked body and all the way to the floor.
"Have a drink, mon ami!" Reynard handed Colin a glass of sparkling water.
"I need a whisky, sir! Nothing less." Colin drank half the glass of water and received the whisky with a wide smile. The non-whisky drinker just pretended. He was a tough guy, but no drinker.
A very polite hand was placed on Colin's shoulder. Richard Kems, Junior's grandfather played with his upper body. "May I undress you completely, son? I just wish to see you in your birth costume. You don't need this stuff to make an old man horny." Very carefully, he freed Colin from the condom-like fishnet tube. The 10 cm (4 inch) teen-like cock stood up immediately. "May I?" the man asked and then he cupped Colin's balls and dick with a very dry hand. Soon he was wanking him. "A very good and professional handjob!" Colin told his Dad later that night.
Colin was suddenly really horny; he couldn't stand. The set up was hot, and he liked the adviser who just without any specialities wanked him in front of an audience. He was very close to cumming. He looked at Reynard who played with his limp bulge.
"Please sir, next time, okay. Let me do you good now." Colin knelt. He looked at Junior who had followed the show until now with a hand squeezing his own cock. When Colin went down on his grandfather, he hurried up the ladder.
"He's always been quite shy!" Mr Kems commented with a grin when Colin started his job on him. His cock was much bigger than his colleague's and Colin was happy that this man wasn't into the throat-fucking business. He also understood that this man wasn't going to last long. Without shyness in front of his colleagues, Mr Kems begged and prayed and moaned. Colin wondered what God and Jesus had to do with this. With a howl the man withdrew and wanked his pole in front of Colin's face. Colin knew what was coming and he was ready. Soon man-milk hit his face and his upper body, some filled one eye and some dripped from his curly hair. The old man had shot a load any porn actor would have envied.
"Come to me, Colin!" Reynard had used a camera to film the whole event. Now he used a white silk handkerchief to clean up the milk that didn't get into Colin's mouth.
"Good show, love! Happy you left the best for me!" He cupped Colin's hard balls. Colin was confused. He had never seen his boss like this.
"I think we are coming to land," Colin said. "I need to find my clothes." He hurried up the ladder to the bridge. He was not surprised by the sight, but it made him really horny. A naked Junior was on his knees in front of Captain Antony who was occupied with the boat's steering wheel. Colin hurried across the room and knelt beside his new friend. The two kissed each other, they kissed and sucked the huge man-cock, and they shared the spunk when the captain sent his white creamy shots from his very virile body, kept horny during the last hour's show.
"Junior, a young lady is waiting for you!" Antoni Lucas shouted from downstairs.
"Let her wait for God's sake. I have business to do here!"
Junior cleaned the captain's balls and cock with his tongue and mouth and Colin looked on with a big smile. "I like your appetite, Junior," Colin said. "Maybe I will call you one day!"
Colin had never seen his boss and friend as stressed as when they returned to the hotel. Reynard hurried for the key and he almost forced both Colin and Castro into the lift.
"But sir, I don't stay up here. I have my room in the annex!" Castro protested.
"I know, but you have to taste Bill's whisky. A shame that you didn't join us on the boat trip. Colin here did a tremendous job and he sucked the Swiss bank guys to heaven and back. And Colin, we go for the adult lounge collection. You have to convince Signore Beroni. He never says no when you have him in bed, I know!" Reynard was excited. He almost fell down in a leather chair and took the whisky bottle from a paper bag he carried.
"You find glasses and some ice, Colin. Take one yourself too, you deserve a drink!" Reynard stripped off his white jacket and just threw it on the bed beside him.
"Thank you, sir, but I prefer to stay sober since you want me in bed!" Colin suddenly blushed and looked at Castro who coughed and grinned. The Argentinian horse manager knew perfectly well that his boss was not capable to give a youngster full service in bed.
Colin hurried to get the glasses and the ice cubes, and then served the guys some large drinks. "May I take a beer, please?" Colin asked.
"Take whatever you want, love. Call for champagne if you feel for it. Cheers!" Reynard lifted his glass and Castro answered.
"You think Colin is hot, Castro? Look at him, he's an angel, isn't he? Any gay man's and most women's dream!" Reynard didn't wait for an answer.
"Strip him Castro, and fuck him. Do it now! I want to watch you two, and you have both wanted to fuck each other since this morning, haven't you?" Reynard sipped his glass.
Castro and Colin were an odd couple - Castro, dark and more than 1.90m (6ft 3in) tall and fair-skinned Colin, just 1.64 (5ft 4in).
"But don't penetrate him, Castro. You're too big for his pussy tonight. He can't go on stage with a swollen cunt. See? Go on, don't be shy. I've seen you two perform dozens of time and I'm damn excited to watch you now!" Reynard cupped his crotch. In a way Colin felt sorry for the man who couldn't get an erection. On the other hand, Reynard could be very bossy, almost terrifying.
Colin was no doubt a good performer, and Castro honestly couldn't give a damn about his boss at that moment. His only concern was to please the young man he adored. He went close up to Colin, took his can of beer and placed in on the table. He then found his lips, not in a soft dry kiss, but in a wet forceful kiss that tasted to Colin of pampas and grown up man. Colin almost fainted in the man's arms.
Castro made no show just now. He was too horny. He just undressed Colin from his elegant white suit, shoes and socks in a hurry before he knelt in front of the youngster and took the underwear pouch into his mouth. The last underwear from the show was almost nothing and soon Castro undid the ribbons with his teeth. Young Colin was fully naked.
Colin gave Reynard a glimpse and saw that he was working his limp cock with both hands. Now Colin concentrated on the service from his stage lover who was sucking him with great skill. Colin moaned with excitement. Castro's hands were all over him.
"Undress me, Chico. Do me good, please. Take my cock, you're good, I know!" Castro helped Colin to strip off his tight denims and leather waistcoat. Colin grinned when he saw Castro wearing a tiny, very familiar, jockstrap. With his fingers, he combed the black pubic hair, and the dark trail running from the waistband up to the navel. Castro's smooth upper body was a contrast to his hairy arms and legs. With trembling hands, Colin found the stretched waistband and pulled down the last piece of clothing. The 30 cm (almost 12 inch) monster-cock was all ready for play. The loose foreskin partly covered the cockhead so Colin forced it behind the glans and started a wild suck.
Some minutes later Castro lifted Colin in his strong arms and carried him to the bed. A wild sixty-nine followed and Castro had soon three fingers deep inside Colin's tunnel. The boy moaned and dripped pre-cum as if he was about to start pissing. Reynard suddenly stood beside the bed and used two fingers to collect the pre-cum. After licking the juice like sucking a cock he repeated the action. "Try not too cum, son. Save some spit for me, please." Reynard went back to his chair. He was now partly naked.
Colin was very stressed. He was hot as hell, and had been close to cumming more than once. "Pretend to fuck me, Castro. I'll make you feel good. Use my upper thighs as if I was a real whore and treat my cock as a big clit, ok?" He lay down on his back and lifted his legs straight, instead of spreading them, he locked them with his arms. Castro spat in his palms and wet the long spear. Colin gave him access and soon the horse manager fucked against Colin's balls and cock as if he was using a real cunt.
"I'm ready, ready, yes, yes!" Castro forced his cock forward. The jet hit Colin's head and body without the touch of hands. With an open mouth and working tongue Colin caught some of the white cream. His nose, one of his eyes, and both of his gracious eyelashes were drenched in cum. As a sort of reflex, Colin took Castro's cock in his mouth and cleaned him. The boy was very frustrated - almost angry.
"Please wait love, please, please!" Reynard bowed down and licked the spunk from Colin's upper body and face. Then he turned to Castro. "Good job, damn good job! See you in the morning. Find a call-boy - plenty around!"
While Castro collected his clothes and left for the bathroom, Reynard climbed onto the bed completely naked and lay down beside the boy. With an arm he pulled him close. Still a bit frustrated, Colin accepted Reynard's moves and rested his curly head on the man's chest. Reynard played gently with the young body. Colin was still fully erect and dripping and now he looked up.
"You liked the show, sir? A bit fake though!" Colin moaned.
"You were both damn hot, you always are. You hate me just now, don't you? Wanted to cum and I asked you not to. Frustrated eh?" Reynard touched the sweaty curls. Colin did not answer. "You want me to fuck you, Colin?"
"Aye, of course sir. ButÉ." Colin rose on one elbow and looked at his boss.
"I know you are afraid of needles, love, but now I want you to do a job for me, an important job." Reynard looked at Colin who was looking on with a partly open mouth. "Please fetch the black box from the bathroom, love, but let me kiss you first!" A long, tender and wet kiss followed.
Reynard followed with sore eyes the naked beauty who crossed the floor. The lad had in many ways changed his life. "Do I press him too much now?" he wondered.
"Open the box, Colin love, and do exactly what I tell you, okay?" With some fear Colin heard what the older man said. "You see the syringe and the medical ampulla?" Colin nodded. Start with the gloves, then use the pad and the cleaning liquid. Wash my cock-root and my ball-sack, please.!"
Colin who had played with his own cock and others as long as he could remember, had never done what he was about to do now, but he had of course watched vaccinations and seen how the nurses worked. Reynard grinned when the youngster cleaned his flaccid dick.
"Now fill the syringe all the way, my doctor said today," Reynard instructed. "And then check that there is no air inside."
"Why couldn't your doctor or a nurse do this?" Colin asked, still a bit frustrated.
"If it works I'll be able to fuck you for real, Colin. A dream, and no whips, no lashes, no pain! It's like the pill. You have to be horny, damn horny, to get it to work. Well, we still we don't know for sure if it works! Please give me the popper, just nitrous oxide, no drugs!" Reynard placed the bottle underneath his nose. "I'm a softy you see!" He smiled at Colin. "Now lift my dick and give me one third of the amount in the root. Go on!"
Colin's heart was pumping like just before cumming, but he gave his boss the injection.
"Please play with me and see if there are any changes." Reynard smiled. He looked at the worried youngster who sat with a syringe in one hand and wanked him with the gloved other. "I am to be touched, baby, and I feel you well!"
Three minutes and nothing happened. "Give me another one-third! Just change the needle." Reynard commanded. "Direct in my cock this time - at the root!" Colin pulled the dick like a rubber string and then placed the needle deep. Not a sound from Reynard. Just a deep breath when he used the poppers.
Colin wanked him harder this time, then he bowed down, pulled the foreskin back and sucked him. Reynard smiled when he saw that Colin had his erection back. Reynard was suddenly half-hard, but no real erection.
"I can't dock you with that one!" Reynard frowned. "Give me the rest. Another one in the root, go on. This works!" Colin trembled when he changed the needle, but again he did the job and delivered the last of the fluid. Reynard moaned now and pushed his hips forward. His cock rose like a pole - rock hard. The 15 cm (6 inch), very normal cock, was a beauty both for Reynard and Colin.
"Give me a whisky, son, and change this room from hospital to a love-nest. I want you in my arms. My dream comes true! But take some photos first. My doctor will be thrilled." Reynard wanked his cock in silence while Colin found the whisky. He even gave himself a shot before he handed his boss the glass and found his camera.
"Would you like a picture when I ride you too?" Colin asked. "Just for the clinic!" He grinned. "Boss me for real now, sir. Tell me what you long for. Let me do you good."
"First of all, I will do you good, son. You are unique! But forget about me now, and pretend I'm your loving Daddy. Do with me what you would have done with him, and I'll try to be a good dad tonight, but hurry. I don't know how long this cock will stay hard!" Reynard emptied the glass and opened his arms for his young lover.
Colin turned around and gave Reynard his own dripping cock. With mouth and tongue, Reynard almost ate the hard, naked glans. Colin had seen Reynard excited before, once after Bill had flogged him with a heavy whip, but not like this time. The man lifted his hips like a youngster and did what he could to penetrate Colin's mouth and throat. Colin managed to open all the way and Reynard forced the erection down his throat. The cock had grown in size, but still the length was no problem. The problem for Colin was that Reynard used both his hands to press his head down. Colin could hardly breathe, and tears dripped from his eyes. Reynard also used teeth on his cock and the double pain was intense. With a quick movement Colin managed to get his breathing back. "Please sir, don't strangle me!" Colin begged. "I'm not a slave!"
"Sorry, son. I'm so damn excited. I've waited so long. You ride me now, please?" Reynard was the one who begged now.
Colin climbed over the man's face and opened his arse with two hands. Now he let his boss lick him for the first time. He wanted to be tongue-fucked and he wanted to be prepared for a real ride. He found the tin of lube that Castro had left. "Grease me up, sir. Make me your slut, wet my boy-pussy for your pleasure!" He turned around and let Reynard see him all open. With fat, well-manicured hands, Reynard found Colin's love-knot and pushed it hard and direct. Colin howled. He was about to cum again. Pre-cum dripped from his own cock down to Reynard's dark red cockhead. Almost in slow motion Colin turned around and placed his knees beside the excited man's body. With both hands he pulled his arse cheeks apart and lowered his cunt onto the waiting spear. He didn't stop until he could feel his master's nuts.
Colin didn't control the situation now. Two strange men fought. Both wanted to cum. Neither managed to slow down.
"I'm cumming, sir. Your cock is so hard, so hard, so hardÉ" Colin rode the cock like crazy while his uncontrolled prick spread his boy-milk all over his boss's face and upper body. He felt how Reynard tried to ejaculate. Again, and again, Reynard cried like a child, until he finally lifted himself and sent some wet drops into the very hot young body.
Colin wriggled like a snake now, and he turned into a young devil. He thought about young Pierre who had suffered a lot to help his boss get some satisfaction, and he thought about the young rent-boys who had been paid for actions above their own comfort zone. He also felt that the medically-assisted cock was as hard as before the cumming so he started another wild ride. Soon his own cock was fully recovered and he was ready for more satisfaction.
Colin stopped for a while, still sitting with the man's cock inside his body. He handed Reynard the whisky. The man emptied the glass without a word.
"Now fuck me all the ways you have dreamt of. I want you, sir. I want you so much. Make me cum again and make me be your own slutty whore!" Colin lifted his body off the stiff cock and placed himself doggy.
"But my heart!" Reynard whispered when Colin turned his partly open hole to him.
"Forget about your heart, sir. Think of the beauty between your legs - that well working man-cock. Use it. Use me, sir, and if I say no, don't stop. Drain my balls, let me cum like never before. Yeah, just like that, again sir, again!" Colin was really used hard by the man who for once had a hard-on like a teenager.
Mr Reynard had two more blowouts that night and Colin could not count how often he had cum. When the hall-boy entered with breakfast, the two were still in bed. Colin had a normal morning wood and behind him he still felt Mr Reynard's hard, wet erection.
Colin was excited when they entered the Mont Blanc tunnel - excited because he had seen a new side of his boss, and excited because Reynard had accepted his idea of creating a hot lounge-wear and club-wear collection named JustColin. But he was also excited in a childish way because he was about to enter one of Europe's longest road tunnels knowing that Europe's highest mountain was above his head.
"Mont Blanc is 4808 meters above sea level," Colin commented. "Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in Scotland, is 1344 meters. A huge difference!" Colin continued his talk. Reynard was not very talkative; the night's experience and the medication had been quite a challenge for the man.
"I have climbed Ben Nevis a couple of times," Colin continued.
"And I climbed Mont Blanc in my youth. A dream, a dreamÉ" Reynard closed his eyes. "Before my accident, Colin. I was very fit in those days. Some even called me sexy." He grinned.
"You are still very fit, sir - I mean Reynard - and sexy too. You fucked me like a stallion last night." Colin placed a hand on the well-dressed man's knee.
"Flatterer!" The man did nothing to signal Colin to withdraw his hand. "I fucked you with a prosthetic last night - made by my doctor, but you made me cum, love, more than once. You are a dream for any gay man, and I'm sure for many women too."
Colin blushed. He wasn't used to such compliments from his boss and friend. "It was not a prosthetic that wet my butt this morning. It was still rock-hard then!"
"But all gone minutes later!" Reynard sighed. "But my best fuck for twenty years, son. Well worth the struggle."
The sunshine was like a gunshot when the car left the tunnel. Reynard woke up too. "Back to business, Colin. You are your own master now. I will not follow you to the meetings today, and I wanted Bill to stay behind too. You represent the future, son. Tell them about your plans and sell them for a good price."
Colin swallowed. He missed his Daddy. He let his hand rest on the man's knee.
"And tell them how you want the show this afternoon too. Let them understand that even if you please them in bed by a submissive attitude, you are the master when it comes to business." Reynard took Colin's hand and placed it on his soft bulge. He put an arm around the boy's shoulder and pulled him close. Then he kissed him lightly on his forehead.
`Milano Centro'. The traffic was heavy and the drivers used their horns to find the best line. Castro was a unique driver, the life on the Argentinian pampas had taught him patience. "Direct to the hotel, sir?" Castro had pressed the communication button.
"Yes please, and take the rest of the day off, Castro. I'll get you a ticket for Colin's strip show tomorrow." Reynard patted Colin's upper leg. "The press will remember his naked butt from last year. He might need you as a bodyguard, Castro!"
The black limo drove up in front of the huge hotel where Colin and Bill had stayed on previous visits. Two men in uniforms waited. Colin followed Reynard into the hotel lobby where they were met by a young Italian beauty. "Signori, per favore. I'll show you to your rooms!"
The hall-boy opened the door to the huge suite. Reynard turned towards a questioning Colin. "I trust you need your own bed tonight, Colin. I have booked the adjoining room for you." He looked at his watch. "I've ordered a lunch for the two of us in my room in half an hour. Okay, Colin?"
Colin knew that this was not a question, but an order. He followed the hall-boy to the room next door. The luggage had just arrived.
"You want some help to unpack, sir?" The boy had placed the trunks in the walk-in wardrobe. Colin smiled. What if he said yes and let the youngster unpack the bag with the `adult collection' meant for presentation later.
"I need a quick shower," Colin said. "Maybe you could help me to dry my hair?" He grinned.
"Of course, sir, but I can get you a hairdresser if you please." The boy blushed when Colin started to undress.
"I will be styled for the dress rehearsal later tonight, so no need for that." Colin gave the hall-boy his shirt and then he opened the belt and let his trousers fall. He really was in a teasing mood. Most of all because he saw that there was a door between his room and Reynard's suite. Dressed in his red thong he left for the bathroom. The hall-boy took care of the clothes while watching the round naked globes leaving.
Colin was far from his comfort zone when he entered the old-fashioned conference room at The Latin Institute. He was dressed in a rather formal style, but sexy, in tight black leather trousers and a white see-through lace shirt. His hair had been styled by the young hall-boy, and Reynard had advised him to dress in a slightly sexy manner to tease the `old men', as he had called his colleagues and friends. Colin had met Reynard for a private lunch in a white bathrobe, but Reynard had wanted him fully naked in his presence during the meal, even when the waiters arrived.
Now Colin looked at the `old men' around the oak table. A chair was obvious meant for him at the short side. Normally Reynard would have taken that seat, but there was no doubt Colin was in charge today. He sat down, looked at the four men, and smiled.
"Nice to see you all, gentlemen. It's good to be back in business here in hot Milan. I'm here as a model only. I'll do my best to present our new JustColin collection, and as you know I also want to suggest a new adult collection." He let his eyes follow the very different men. "They have one thing in common besides this business," Colin thought. "They have all fucked me, and they will all try to get me in bed again!"
"The business is yours, gentlemen. Bill, my dad, will still be my adviser and Monsieur Reynard is temporarily occupied with a new exhibition," Colin went on. The truth was that Reynard was a bit upset after the tough medication, but he hadn't even admitted that to Colin.
"Let's start with the most important thing - the show tomorrow. Who is the producer for our section? I had hoped Ricardo, I mean Signore Ricci, would be here like last year." Colin looked at Signore Beroni who sat closest to him. The man lifted his eyes to check the old clock on the wall.
"Ricardo will be here very soon. We have a very positive problem, Colin. Too many young men want to model for you, so Ricardo has to choose the ones for the rehearsal tonight." Signore Beroni was, as always, dressed extremely soberly.
Colin fancied him very much. The man, in his fifties, was a professor of Latin. He was the principal of The Latin Institute as well as being an executive for an Italian-American company involved in underwear fashion. On the first day Colin had met him, he felt that the man had undressed him with his eyes, and Colin had no objections. Colin had visited his mansion at Lago del Garda many times, and originally had the impression that the professor was just an onlooker. During Colin's last visit to Milan this had changed and the relationship between Colin and Professor Beroni was not longer just academic. The man had fucked his `bambino' with a strong veiny cock and filled him with man-milk.
"The show is in really good hands." Mr Baird, the London lawyer who represented the Italian owners, was also Armani-dressed. The man, in his forties, made Colin smile. He remembered the first time the man had asked to follow him to the bathroom to hold his stiff cock while pissing. Afterwards he had sucked the last yellow drops from Colin's piss-slit and soon after taken his boy-milk, still fully dressed.
Colin looked at the two men who had not yet commented on the situation. Colin's good friend Sergio, the Milan photographer, looked a lot younger than his forty-five. Colin had sucked him off at the very first photo-session, and since that day Sergio had organised visits to dungeons, strip-clubs and adult movie theatres. "I must ask Sergio to arrange my free night this time too," Colin thought. "I hope for his long shooter again." Colin was about to lose his concentration when the fourth man asked for attention.
"I hope we will manage to feed the popular press with some hot stuff again this time. Your naked butt was a winner last time, Colin." Mr Klaus Sieger grinned. The man, in his mid-thirties, was editor of "Young Fashion" - the magazine that was responsible for much of the marketing in Europe.
"I guess Ricardo has some plans," Colin commented. "I don't think my small bulge will sell in the porn-like market today." In his mind Colin thought about Mr Sieger's young son Robin. Father and son were both well-equipped and both Colin and Bill had enjoyed the German's company.
"Well, gentlemen, thank you for giving me a short status update. I can see you have done your homework!" Colin grinned. "I've done mine too. I believe you want to see if I still can pretend to be a teenager." Colin climbed onto the formal table, took off his socks and shoes, and started to unbutton his white shirt. He sat down on his heels, straightened his upper body and placed his arms behind his neck.
"Touch me now, gentlemen. Don't be shy, I want your opinion!" Colin had been a little uncomfortable when he arrived the conference arena, he now made the formal table his stage. Mr Baird and Mr Sieger didn't hesitate. With trembling hands, they stroked the young body. Mr Baird even used two fingers to play with Colin's nipples. The gentle but erotic touch made Colin close his eyes and moan. For a moment he forgot the time and place. He was extremely horny with four men ready to eat his body. He grinned and went on.
"You happy with my armpits, Signore?" Colin looked at Signore Beroni. "Please touch. No stubble, sir. As you like it, eh?" The professor sat on the front of his formal chair. Now he bent very near Colin's body and let his nose and lips touch the smooth skin.
"Bellissimo, bambino!" Beroni ended the inspection by licking his thin lips.
"Your body is that of a well-trained young man, but on stage we must sell you as a bit younger," Sergio said. "May we see your legs - hairy or smooth?"
Colin was happy for Pierre's treatment back in France. He knew the wax treatment and the tanning had made him smooth.
"You strip me then, guys. These trousers are not for a show." Colin lay down, and opened his belt. Very slowly, as if he was performing, he unzipped. "Help me, gentlemen!"
Again there was no hesitation. Two men pulled off the leather jeans. Colin watched Sergio who did nothing to hide that he was excited. The see-through black boxers were like a second skin. When Colin now placed himself on his knees the sexy underwear followed his arsecrack, covering nothing but what looked like a thin black string.
"Am I still too overdressed for you to make a proper inspection?" Colin grinned again. "Well, help me to show you the tiniest item we have in our collection." Colin turned around and placed himself doggy-style in the middle of the table. Mr Sieger stood up and so did Sergio on the other side of the table. Together they found the thin ribbon and pulled down the almost invisible boxers. Colin helped and ended by spreading his legs.
"Check my arse, gentlemen. I'm very clean and very soft. I haven't even shaved, Signore Beroni. I'm as smooth as I was when I shot my teenage milk for the first time. Please, gentlemen!" Colin wiggled like a slut, but did it with an innocent smile. Mr Baird who had watched the show with a partly open mouth, not very intelligent looking, pulled the tiny thong aside and let his fingers follow the crack.
"You're like a kid, Colin. A very hot one, and a very inviting one." He licked his own finger, then he found the inviting entrance and put the finger inside without warning. Again Colin moaned, and again he was far away from his presentation. A long slimy thread dripped down onto the dark table through the front pouch.
"You're dripping, Colin, so you have the teenage look I like!" Mr Sieger watched Mr Baird collect the pre-cum.
"Easy to get excited here with four sexy men around playing with my innocent body!" Colin heard the light laughter from the men from his last expression. "I know the press and the audience expect some nudity. How far do you want me to go? What can you publish, Mr Sieger?"
"Maybe we could see you naked now and then decide!" Signore Beroni had promised the local press some nudity.
Colin turned around and again he lay down on his back. The tiny black pouch covered his balls and parts of the stiff dick. With an athlete's movement, he peeled off the thong. The erection was obvious - the cockhead was shining in the light from the Venetian crystal lamps.
"You think you can manage to stay `soft' on stage?" Mr Sieger asked.
"We will manage, we have our routines. Colin isn't the first horny model around!" Sergio responded. "I see you have shaved your pubic hair off this time. Some discussion on this last time, wasn't there?"
"Reynard wanted me like this!" Colin used his hands to play with his pubic bone and the smooth balls. He was about to give his 10 cm (4 inch) erection some treatment, but stopped in time.
"Please touch me, gentlemen, and decide if you think I'm well prepared!" Colin spread his legs and his arms. He lay on the table as if he was bound to the four corners. The four men continued their inspection, and when Mr Baird let his fingers follow the cock up to the piss-slit he caught another drop of pre-cum.
Colin reacted by pressing his shoulders down on the table, and then his heels to lift his body like a bridge. His cock was the very top. He knew that if he used his arse muscles he could perhaps give the men a hands-free cumming. He was horny as hell from the performance on the table.
An applause from a man standing in the open door stopped Colin. Signore Ricci, the designer for the JustColin performance was back from the huge arena. "That's really a good show, Colin. Wish we could use that as the ending tomorrow but I'm afraid that would be my last job as designer!" He grinned. "But we have to find a good and entertaining grand finale. If the gentlemen are happy for the private show, maybe you could follow me to the rehearsal. We are already a bit late. Twenty-one youngsters are very keen to meet you!"
Colin, still naked, collected his clothes and followed Signore Ricci out the door. He turned to the four businessmen, sitting like unhappy schoolboys. "You will make the right decisions gentlemen, I trust you. Thank you!" Colin left.
"I need to piss, Ricardo, so please don't stress me. And don't tell me you are not excited. Why do you try to cover that hard-on inside those stupid Arab trousers?" Colin was the first to enter the old-fashioned toilet.
Seconds later both were naked. Ricardo looked like a hot Italian football-player. He had curly body hair, but his balls were shaved and the pubic area was well-trimmed. The long dark brown veiny cock was pointing upwards like a feather. Colin knelt and found the round pink mushroom cockhead. With two fingers he squeezed the cockhead and pressed out some clear drops. Colin's mouth was more than ready to please the sexy man in his forties.
"I want you to fuck me after the show tomorrow!" Colin took a deep breath. He needed a small rest from the tough mouth-fuck.
"Let me tongue-fuck you now. I'll let you cum first, okay? Then you wank yourself dry before the rehearsal, okay? You want to meet some of the lads perhaps?" Ricardo spread Colin's arse and spat in the partly open hole. The man was a master. Colin sprayed boy-milk all over the old furniture. Minutes afterwards his own mouth was filled with Italian cream.
The open white sports car brought them to the huge arena. Colin was ready for a new JustColin show.
To be continued.