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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 79 Ê(Shetland - Knut and Kriss)
"Anybody home?" Colin shouted. He jumped into the cabin in the Norwegian fishing boat which had brought students from Bergen to the Viking festival in Lerwick, the capital of the Scottish Shetland Isles.
"Up here!" A male voice shouted from the bridge above. Colin climbed the narrow passage to the old-fashioned upper room.
"I watched you force your way through the winter weather outside." A broad man in his forties gave Colin a huge smile and held out his hand. The handshake was firm and friendly. "You're looking for the boss, I guess?" He grinned.
"Well, eh! Yes, butÉI thought!" Colin stumbled. He had expected to see another man.
"Knut had to give me the helm today. Some machine trouble and he is the only person that really knows this old lady!" The man clasped the binnacle. "He is still down in the machine-room. I'm sure he will stay there until the problem is fixed."
"I'd better not disturb him thenÉ" Colin was about to turn.
"No, no, you won't disturb him. You'll be very welcome. You don't remember me from last year?" The man sat down on a half-high stool. "But I remember you well. You stripped for me and my buddy down below - a damn hot event in the saloon!"
Colin remembered well, but wasn't quite sure how to comment. Now he coughed lightly and looked at the man without meeting his eyes. "I must have been very horny, and then meeting sexy sailors like you, wellÉyou know." He found the man's smiling eyes. "Too cold for a striptease now I think, or maybeÉ?" Colin smiled back.
"No, no, boy. The skipper would kill me if I didn't send you down to see him. And it's hot down there. You will find Knut at the very bottom. Be careful though, both oil and heat down there!" The man squeezed Colin lightly with a hand on his shoulder as he eased him out of the bridge.
The metal ladder down to the machine-room was slippery with oil and grease. The huge engine was not working, but the small generators filled the room with a distinct sound. Knut, normally the skipper on this boat, as well as being the owner, was standing with his back to the arriving guest. The man in his late sixties almost filled the space between the machines. Almost two metres tall, he had to bend when he passed the frames in the ceiling.
Colin coughed, and then he coughed again - louder this time. The man dressed in an oily boiler suit turned around. "I'm not deaf, man, even if you all believe that!" He sounded a bit irritated. Now he used an oily hand to wipe his eyes, and the man's face and attitude changed completely. "Colin, Colin, son! Good to see you. Still remember this old fucker, eh?" He opened both his arms and the lighter, shorter boy moved to the man and hugged him tight.
"I had to see you. I've missed you, both here and in Bergen. I loved the fishing trip and the way you took care of me," Colin whispered, still held tight by the man.
"You mean you miss my hard fucks, eh? You miss my cock, don't you, my sweet little bugger!" The man's huge hands stripped Colin's upper clothes in one single movement. The boy's fair skin was a real contrast in this environment. The skipper's oily hands fondled the boy's body. He snorted and lowered his hands down inside Colin's underwear and cupped the buttocks hard and gentle at the same time. Without any comments he found the boy's hole and gave him a finger inside. Colin shook with excitement when Knut pulled down his clothes. The naked boy let this man do whatever he wanted. He had longed for this moment.
"Didn't Olav give you a hot welcome?" the man whispered with a hoarse voice. "He talked about you all the way!" Knut cupped Colin's balls and squeezed them hard. The dark oil on his hands marked the hairless balls.
"Olav was hot as always, but you knowÉ" Colin whined when the man used two hard fingers to pull his foreskin all the way back and free the wet cockhead. "Still a bit too soft for you, eh? Just wait. My cock hasn't had a tight one like you for ages!" Colin helped Knut to open the front of the dirty overall. He was naked underneath and Colin let his hands follow the hairy body all the way down to the thermal underwear. The cock, which was one of the biggest Colin had taken, was rising from the treatment by the two small hands. Soon the elderly man presented a cock every young pornstar would have envied. 27 cm at least (more than 10.5 inches) what was Colin had told Bill after their first meeting and `the cock was thick as a donkey's' had been the boy's description.
Colin knew that Knut, like his Uncle George, wasn't into oral sex so now he just spat in his hands and continued fondling the man's weapon.
"We don't have all day. I have to please this old lady too!" Knut patted the machine beside him. "Open now and let me prepare you! I guess your daddy will want you back in good shape!" He helped Colin to free one leg and then spread him forward to take him doggy. Colin grabbed a pipe with both hands and was ready for the treatment.
"Damn, I almost forgot. What an ass! What a beauty!" he said more or less to himself, before he used his stiff cock to tease the boy. He let the cold, wet cockhead follow Colin's arsecrack all the way until he rested outside the entrance. Colin wiggled his butt, a bit nervous that Knut should fuck him dry. He turned his head to the man in a sort of begging attitude.
"Don't be afraid, son. You know I have the best grease around!" He grabbed a huge tin of white grease used for the machinery. With two fingers he scooped out a huge load of the fatty stuff and started working on the tight boy-cunt. The big, very horny man used his fingers well. He added a third finger and then he added the thumb from his other hand. To Colin's joy, but also fear, he felt the treatment of his love-button - fear that he might cum long before Knut had used his cock on him. But Colin wasn't able to stop. His body shivered as if he was about to cum. Pre-cum dripped from his cock down on to the oily floor. Knut understood what was coming. With one hand he pinched Colin's balls and with the other hand he spanked the hot globes with an open hand, and didn't stop until the buttocks were pink, and also black with oil. Colin cried out but he managed to stop the ejaculation.
"Now prepare me, son." Knut turned Colin around and gave him the tin of grease. With working hands, Colin did the job on the partly hairy cockshaft, right up to the tender brown cockhead. Knut moaned now.
"Enough, enough, or IÉ." Knut quite turned Colin around and bent him facing the wall again. With a hand around his cock, he placed the greased cockhead outside the partly open boy-cunt. Entry was quite easy. "I was greased as if I was to be fisted!" Colin told Bill afterwards.
A small yell from Colin followed the stretching of his outer gate. Knut stopped. "Okay, son? I'm inside!"
"Aye, aye. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Fuck me now, all the way. Fuck me to heaven and back!" The pain was intense, but Colin loved it and wanted the pain to turn into heat. And Knut went on. Easy, easy, he pushed this monster cock inside, all 27 cm of it.
"Don't treat me gentle!" Colin shouted. "Harder, harder! Fuck the milk out, milk me, drain me, make me yours, yoursÉahÉah!" He was about to cum this time.
"Wait for me son, please, damn, damnÉ" The man yelled.
"I'm cumming, boss. I'm cumming!" Colin shot hands-free, sending his load all over the partly-warm machinery in the foreground. He tried to use his arse muscles to give Knut some special treatment, but he was too stuffed. With his huge cock all inside, Knut gave the youngster his load with a roar that filled the room.
"All okay down there?" A voice was heard shouting from the hatch.
"Shut up, and have a wank!" Knut's voice was a direct order from the boss of the vessel.
"What the hell! Did somebody die here? Looks like a funeral!" Colin barged into the hotel room and found Bill on top of the bed tightly covered with a woollen blanket while Olav and Kriss were deeply engrossed in their mobile phones.
"Bill doesn't feel well. He's still seasick. I think he is sleeping now," Olav told Colin, smiling broadly.
"I'm not sleeping, and the room is still moving. Hey Colin, sorry." Bill grunted, but did not move towards the arriving lad.
Colin stripped off both his anorak and sweater then kicked off his boots before he climbed into the bed beside his dad. "Poor Daddy, I told you. Sailing from Aberdeen during wintertime is not for landlubbers. And you fed the fishes more than once, I bet." Colin placed his arms around the wrapped-up torso.
"I still feel that I might need to `feed the fishes', and you smell like that damn boat too. What on earth have you been up to?" Bill looked at Colin and tried to turn around, but went back to lying flat and trying to remain stable.
"I had to help Knut with the engine!" Colin grinned. He looked at Olav and Kriss who both had big smiles. "And I brought a large bottle of Norwegian aquavit for you. Maybe you want some, Daddy? Should cure that feeling." Colin reached for his rucksack.
"Don't try to kill me. That stuff is made for stronger men than me! Helped Knut, you said. Last time you helped him, the motor-grease gave you a sore bum for two weeks, remember?" Bill tried to rise.
"I believe it's the size of the old skipper's cock, not the grease, that makes my bum a bit sore!" Colin said. He tried to give Bill a pillow.
"Don't touch the bedclothes, boy. You have oil all yourself. Take a look in the mirror!" Bill pointed at the mirror which covered part of one wall.
Colin could only smile. He had oil and dirt on his face and hands. Now he left the bed and stripped off his winter jeans. In a t-shirt marked by Knut's dirty hands and grey baggy long-johns, he looked far from sexy as he approached Kriss.
"Sorry that I didn't welcome you properly earlier today!" Colin embraced the young Norwegian. "And thank you for bringing this shipwrecked man to the hotel. Good to see you in Shetland, Kriss, I hope Olav took care of you after I left."
"Olav always takes good care of me!" Kriss said with a teasing voice. Colin felt a small stroke of jealousy when he looked at his `piss-brother' Olav.
"What happed to Sverre, your previous roommate? Did he find a girl?" Colin changed the subject.
"He was suddenly called up for military service. He's doing his duty up north this year. I think he is at the military camp you visited last year. Up in the dark winter," Olav answered.
"And now I have his bed!" Kriss proclaimed.
"Really? I thought Sverre had moved into your bed, Bro. It's cold to sleep alone, isn't it?" Colin pinched Olav's bum. "If Kriss really is your Kenny then you need him in your bed, eh?"
"Stop the investigation, professor, and get out of those dirty clothes. You smell of oil and grease, andÉ" Bill tried to move to the side of the bed.
"A big old-fashioned bathroom here!" Colin proclaimed. "Even a huge bath tub! Come on, guys. Help me to get rid of the smell that reminds my dad of his voyage!" He stripped off the t-shirt and the long johns, and bent over to get rid of the woollen socks. Totally naked, with fingermarks from oily hands on both his back and bum, he hurried into the bathroom. The other two boys followed with loud laughter. Bill just rolled his eyes and let his body fall back on the top of the bed. He wasn't fit for play with youngsters at that time.
"Let's renew our pact, Bro!" Colin opened the toilet and placed himself with his legs wide apart in front of the bowl. The sexy situation had already made him rock-hard. He grinned when he looked at Kriss who probably was a bit lost in this situation.
Olav went up next to Colin, opened his fly and pulled out his cock, almost as stiff as Colin's. "Come on Kriss, I need another piss-brother in Bergen."
Kriss hesitated at first, but then just pushed down his jogging suit and boxers in one movement. Colin smiled when he saw that Kriss was much better equipped than both Olav and himself; even flaccid his cock was double the length. Now Kriss understood what was going to happen and held his cock with two fingers, pulled back the foreskin, and was ready.
"Piss for eternal friendship!" Colin proclaimed and send a yellow jet down into the toilet bowl.
"For eternal friendship, piss-brother!" Olav cross-pissed the stream of his Scottish friend. Kriss blushed, and hesitated, but soon his manhood produced a jet much stronger than the two lads beside him. Finished, all three had a great laugh, and shook their cocks like real pissing friends.
"I don't think we can accept that pissing!" Colin said afterwards. "You didn't cross-piss! How do we punish him, Olav? He could add to the piss with a white shot, don't you think?"
"Good idea!" Olav said. "Maybe we should undress first, eh?" He was already stripping off his clothes in the well-heated bathroom. "You need some help, Kriss?" Olav started to undress his new roommate and Colin helped him. Colin pushed Kriss lightly against the wall and then both he and Olav knelt in front of the youngster. The 18 year old high school student closed his eyes and moaned when his cock and balls were attacked by two sets of lips and tongues.
Colin sucked the cockhead and Olav took care of the shaft and then they changed over. Colin used one hand to play with the lad's balls and Olav pushed a wet finger deep inside the youngster's arse. The treatment was dirty but hot and Kriss couldn't last long. The thin and rather skinny youngster had a man's cock. The two piss-brothers brought it to full erection. The cock was at least 25 cm (10 inches), about the same length but a bit thinner than Kenny's cock at home, Colin thought.
"I'm going to shoot now! Move away, move!" Kriss tried to push Olav and Colin aside, but they didn't move. Instead both of them simultaneously opened their mouths. The boy took the signal and gave his long cock some hard wanks and then he sent the creamy boy-milk all over the two piss-brothers who were begging for the spray. Close together, the pair received a large amount of spunk on their faces, although some found its way into the open mouths.
"That was a good one!" Colin said. "You think we can accept this addition to the partnership, Bro?" He looked at his Bergen friend.
"Absolutely!" Olav smiled. "But, Kriss, Colin has painted you with motor oil. I think we all need a shower."
"No, we need a good bath," Colin said. "Let's fill it up! You organise that Kriss, while Olav helps me get rid of the oil." He found a scrubber and placed himself in the shower. With soap and laughter, the two `boyfriends' washed every part of their bodies while Kriss waited in the hot water. Two small cocks were as hard as ever when the pair finished.
"I don't think we have time to cum again, have we?" Olav whispered. "I have to meet my group for lunch in half an hour."
"And I should be there with you," Colin added.
Kriss didn't comment. He wasn't part of the group and it was his intention to sleep onboard the fishing boat.
Dressed in the hotel's white bathing robes, the three looked like monks when they entered the room where Bill still was on top of the bed.
"Dad, please sort yourself out. You are not that sick! Olav and I have to find our groups, and you need to eat something!" Colin lectured his old man.
"I'll stay with Bill, if you allow me, sir. We can order something from room service, can't we?" Kriss placed a hand on Bill's arm. Bill just grunted.
"Okay, Kriss. Please help my dear Daddy to have a bath. It's not just me that stinks!" Colin dropped his bathing robe and hurried to get dressed. Olav did the same and was in front of the mirror to style his wild fair hair, but was almost pushed aside by Colin who tried to use a hand-dryer to fix his wet curly dark hair.
"See you for dinner then!" Colin hugged the body in bed.
"Call me if you want to meet me in town, Kriss. I'm just around the corner. It's a small town so you will easily find me." Olav suddenly had a bad conscience about leaving his young friend with a man he had only just met.
"Bill will take good care of him when we leave. You know him. They will manage well." Colin pushed his friend out the door.
They were late. The meeting and the partying with the groups had gone on for some hours longer than planned. Colin and Olav hurried back to the hotel. The door was locked so Colin used his key. The room was dim. On the table were a pile of pizza boxes, some empty beer bottles and a single Coke can.
Bill was still lying on top of the bed, but this time in a white, partly-open bathrobe. Tight in his arms curled Kriss, as near the man as possible. He was wearing a bathrobe too, with one hand resting on Bill's balls. They were both asleep.
"You think they sleep the innocents' sleep?" Colin whispered. He took Olav's hand. Strangely enough he didn't feel jealous. He used a finger on his lips telling Olav to be silent. He picked two pizzas and brought them to the small alcove opposite the bathroom. The single sofa-bed and a small table was good enough for the two piss-brothers who had some bad conscience about leaving Bill and young Kriss.
"You don't have to whisper, Colin love! I heard your arrival. I'm not deaf, not yet!" Bill almost whispered too. "The chef said you could order hot pizzas when you arrived, but there is a microwave beside the ice machine in the corridor if you just want to heat the ones we left for you. And find yourself beers in the fridge." Bill had left the bed and tied the bathrobe tight. Now he found the only chair in the room. They heard some noise from the bed.
"Kriss talks in his sleep, and he sleeps very deep, almost impossible to wake him sometimes." Olav tried to talk and eat at the same time. It wasn't a big success. He started to choke.
"You two will soon graduate from university but you have some bad table manners. What do I tell you, son?" Bill grinned.
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Colin didn't answer until he had swallowed. All three had a good laugh. It was obvious that Bill had recovered from his voyage.
"I think he's cold!" Bill raised himself and placed a blanket over the sleeping boy.
"You are fond of him?" Colin asked.
"Aye. He's a great lad. You have to take good care of him, Olav. He's a bit lonely and he has been through some tough times." Bill almost whispered again.
"Yeah, I know. He lost his girlfriend when he admitted that he had been with boys and his dad kicked him out of house. Very puritanical parents, very religious, but he has a great uncle, and now he stays with me. Five months and he will finish high school. He's very ambitious!" Olav talked as if he had to introduce his roommate to both Colin and Bill.
"And he seems fond of you too, Dad?" Colin sounded a bit jealous.
"Isn't everybody, love?" Bill kissed Colin's forehead lightly. "I will use the bathroom now, and I need an early night. Will you two stay with me overnight, or do you have other plans? Eat now, there is plenty!" Again the robe was partly open and without shyness Bill showed off his cock and balls to the two on the sofa-bed.
"What was that?" Colin commented when Bill was in the bathroom.
"An invitation, or maybe he hopesÉ" Colin stopped himself. Kriss was talking in his sleep again. The boys smiled.
"You think the two of them?" Olav used his hands like kids do when they want to mime fucking.
"You dirty bastard! You wish you had been in bed with my daddy, yeah?" Colin was very close to Olav who gave him his mouth with a long-lasting deep kiss. He was about to undress his piss-brother when Bill entered completely naked from the bathroom.
"It seems that you plan to stay," Bill said. He jumped into the huge double bed and pulled the blanket around him and the sleeping youngster.
"I have to go to the boat!" Kriss talked from `far away'. "The skipper said that he would stay up for me."
"You don't need to do that, son. Give him a call please, and tell him you will stay with Colin and Olav overnight. I don't think he remembers my name!" Bill smiled. "Plenty of room here for all of us. Tell him you will see him after breakfast!"
Kriss hesitated, but found his mobile phone on the side table and made the call.
"Go on, don't be shy, Kriss. Olav and I will share the sofa-bed here. We will not disturb you two love-birds!" Colin tried to make a joke but Olav had undressed both himself and Colin and was now pushing Colin into a 69 position in the narrow bed. Moments later, their mouths were filled with small, but very stiff, dripping dicks.
Bill turned out the light and waited for Kriss to end his telephone call. Soon afterwards, the boy was back in Bill's arms. Bill stripped the bathrobe from Kriss and let his large hands caress the hot body from neck to bum.
Colin tried not to think about the two in bed a short distance away. He just tried to please his `piss-brother' who had travelled the long way from Bergen to make love to him. Olav was a master-sucker and soon Colin moved to another hemisphere. He was having a new orgasm made by his small-cocked friend who had a mouth and tongue from heaven.
Colin looked around. The room was dark. He heard Bill's familiar sleeping sound. He raised his head from the pillow. He was in the huge bed with Bill on his left side. Beside his dad, he saw Olav's light hair on the pillow. A hand was playing with his cock. Kriss was awake beside him. Colin didn't know how they had all ended in the huge family bed. Then he remembered. It had been very cold on the narrow sofa.
Now Colin placed one hand on the body beside him and let it follow the front down to a hard waiting spear. Kris was lying on his back beside him playing with his own stiffy. Colin looked at his watch - three o'clock. He gave Kriss his mouth in a French kiss. But he had to piss. That's why he woke up, he guessed.
"Come, Kriss. You horny, eh?" Colin whispered in the boy's ear. The boy just nodded and Colin saw a white smile in the darkness. Without noise, the two left the bed. Bill spread his legs as if he sensed that there was more space. Colin guided the Norwegian with a tight grip around his huge nighttime woody.
"I'd better piss correctly this time!" Kriss grinned. "Or I will be punished again." He sent a strong jet down in the toilet bowl. Colin went after him and cross-pissed the youngster's stream.
"Nice to have two piss-brothers in Bergen!" Colin said. "And nice to have one with a cock like a porn-star." Kriss blushed.
"Good that you find me hot." The youngster shook his cock to get rid of the last yellow drops. "My friends tease me when we shower, and my girlfriend complains to me. Says I'm too big for her."
"Does Olav complain then?" Colin put a hand on the youngster's balls. The huge cock lifted to new heights.
"He cries and tells me to be careful, but soon after he begs me to fuck him harder. But first of all he likes to suck me. And he is a winner. He has a tongue like a calf!" Kriss spread his legs and let Colin have full access. Colin continued to play with the lad's balls while he wanked the cockhead with an iron hand.
Kriss moaned at the rough treatment and closed his eyes when Colin's fingers slid into his arsecrack and tried to enter him opened with one finger. "You are tight, Bro. Didn't my dadÉ" Colin's finger entered Kriss as far as the first knuckle.
"No, no, Colin, please don't. I'm a virgin." Kriss' face was red from embarassment. "I've never had a cock up there. And your Dad, he's so gentle, he's so nice. He gave me a massage and played with me, butÉhe just fondled me! I've never been in bed with a real man before, a naked man, a dream, ahhh!" Kriss shivered at the treatment.
"Did you suck him then? He has a dream of a cock!" Colin let his little stiffy touch the boy's wet cock.
"I asked himÉ I wanted to... very much. But he said he wanted to wait for you and Olav, andÉ" Kriss stumbled and Colin wasn't quite sure if the boy told him the truth.
"You want to fuck me, Kriss? I would love to feel that man-cock of yours all the way inside me. Olav told me how hot you are!" Colin gave Kriss his lips and the youngster returned with a deep and hard tongue-kiss.
"I was afraid you would never ask. I have been horny thinking of you since I saw you this morning. You want me now?" Kriss gave Colin another deep kiss.
"Aye, let's find the sofa-bed, I want to ride that monster!" Colin gently hit the erect cock with an open hand. Again Kriss moaned.
The room was completely dark and Colin heard his father's deep sleep, while Olav, who often moved a lot while sleeping, grunted from time to time. Colin opened the curtain for a stream of street light. He pushed Kriss down on the narrow bed. In the sparse light, he studied the huge cock pointing upwards from the almost hair-free body. He knelt beside the boy and started his play. He kissed the cockhead and licked the glans. A drop of pre-cum dripped from the piss-slit and Colin caught it with the tip of his tongue.
"Good, good!" Colin licked his lips before he started the treatment on the young but man-size cock. Slowly he took the quite thick cock inside and coughed, and coughed. He bent his neck a bit and went on. Colin knew that Olav was a better cocksucker, but he wanted to show the Norwegian his sucking skills. If the light had been better, Kriss would have seen that tears dripped from Colin's eyes, and slimy spit dripped from his red lips. But Colin had taken the cock, all the way, and even made some sucking movements.
"Aye, aye, damn, damn!" Kriss almost lifted his hips, and Colin had to let the cock go. With the back of his hand, he wiped his eyes dry and then went back to the cock - taking it only half-way this time. Kriss started to mouth-fuck and he was reaching the edge when Colin pinched his balls with his fingernails. Kriss stifled a cry with a hand over his mouth.
"Don't cum, I will ride you. Please open me!" Colin climbed onto the bed and placed himself in a position that left his arsecrack ready to be rimmed. Kriss wasn't perfect, but he did what he could to open Colin for his cock.
"Just wait, Bro. I have what we need." Colin found the lube in his rucksack. With a large amount of gel, he lubed Kriss' cock and then placed some gel inside his own boy-cunt. Going down on his elbows and knees, he said, "Finger-fuck me, Kriss. Open me up for your monster."
Kriss followed the guidance and Colin was ready. He turned to face his new friend and asked him to lie flat. Colin then straddled Kriss, with one knee on each side of torso, and looked at the waiting tool. He used both hands to spread his buttocks and lowered his body to meet the shining wet glans. Without a sound, except Kriss' whining, Colin lowered himself onto the rock-hard cock in a single downward thrust. Now he had a new huge cock all inside, and he loved the sudden pain that very quickly changed to an almost electric stimulation.
"Now, my straight fellow, fuck me from below. Show me your skills. Fuck me until I shoot my load. Close your eyes - think of your girlfriend - make her cry - make me beg for more - make me struggle - don't be nice - be a man - a man. I love your cock - love it - fuck me - fuck, aye, aye, come on, cock on - you do better, don't be slowÉ" Colin murmured.
"But I'm, I'm!" Kriss lifted his hips from the sofa and hit Colin deep inside again and again.
"Wait, wait, wait for me!" Colin used his arse-muscles and squeezed the cock inside him.
The two youngsters managed a simultaneous orgasm in their first fuck. Colin shot his load hands-free all around. Some hit Kriss' face and some hit his naked torso, but most of the spunk landed on the floor and on the mirror behind the bed.
At the same time Kriss' emptied his boy-cream inside Colin's body. He could feel the pumping, his balls worked hard, and so did his hips.
Colin let his body fall forward and kissed the drenched youngster. He licked some of his own spunk from Kriss' face and body, and fed him in a white kiss. Kriss had probably seen some dirty porn and he made snowballs with the boy-cream.
"Let me taste your white cream!" Colin lifted his butt and the cum dripped down on the boy's still stiff cock. Then Colin turned around and cleaned the slimy cock all the way and gave Kriss' back some of his own spunk. Colin was also into snowballing. It wasn't that long since he was a high school kid - when snowballing was the most kinky thing he could dream of!
Bill and Colin were still in bed. Olav and Kriss had left to join the group on the fishing-boat. From outside there was a lot of noise, a lot of singing and marching. There were drums and rousing music. Bill got up, opened the door to the small balcony and had a magnificent view of the main street, a main street filled with a morning procession. The chosen Viking leader for the day, the so-called Guizer Jarl, led the procession in a Viking outfit, with helmet, shield and axe. Behind him was the Jarl Squad, also dressed up in Viking outfits.
"There must be hundreds of them!" Colin said when looked out. He was back from a trip to the bathroom and was dressed in his woollen outfit. "And that boat is a beauty. It's a replica of a Viking ship, given a different name each year," Colin went on.
"Who builds these ships?" Bill asked.
"Nowadays it's volunteers," Colin answered. "They start the job in early October."
"In a way it is a shame that the beautiful ship will be burned tonight, but it's the tradition, I understand!" Bill's voice was drowned out by the singing squad.
"Aye, started in 1889, but you see, Dad, when a Viking dies in battle he goes to Valhalla - the Viking heaven - and so will the ship. And next day the warriors who died will be alive and back in battle! See?" Colin pinched Bill's butt. "Just wait until tonight, you will see a show more exotic than any Latin America carnival. But just now I could eat a horse, Dad. Please get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast with me. I have a plan for the two of us, but we will be back in good time for the finale."
"Olav and Kriss will go with the professor today and I have the full day off." Colin ended his big Scottish breakfast at the hotel with a Norwegian name. "We'll pick up a rental car just down the street. I want to show you Shetland."
"Great, son!" Bill said. "I thought you would be exhausted after your performance during the night."
"Performance?" Colin tried to sound innocent. "It was damn dark, andÉ"
"Stop swearing, son. It was light enough for the mirror show. Kriss could easily be a porn star. Better not tell Reynard!" Bill grinned. "And you didn't play last night - a real big one, wasn't it?"
"He was really hot, and that monster-cock! He's a stallion like you." Colin cupped his own small bulge.
"So you envy Olav now," Bill suggested.
"No, Dad. I'm pleased for Olav. Kriss will teach him some skills too. And I have you Dad, my own stallion - and Kenny - he's the hottest roommate you could ever think of. But I don't understand why you didn't offer Kriss a fuck yesterday. You weren't that seasick, eh?" Colin pinched Bill's buttocks.
"How did you manage to change the weather from yesterday's storm and snow, to the beautiful sunshine today?" Bill changed the subject. He was looking for outdoor clothes in his bag.
"Dress so that you're prepared for bad weather, Daddy. It changes often up here. You never know how next hour will be, especially in winter!" Colin had put on his woollen sweater and put some waterproof clothes in a rucksack.
"I asked the hotel for a picnic basket," Colin said. "And a thermos flask with hot tea. Could be nice to be out all day! We will meet the whole group for a pre-Viking drink before we take part in the procession. I have some tickets. Up Helly Aa - end of fiesta season." Colin was one big smile.
"So, in a way Christmas ends now." Bill struggled to pack his rucksack.
"No, no, not Christmas. J—l ends now, or Yule in English - the Midwinter festival celebrated by the Norse, long before Christianisation of the Nordic countries." Colin looked at Bill as if he was surprised. Then he saw that Bill was teasing him. He knew the story about the `Up Helly Aa' even if he hadn't been up here before.
"I tried to explain this to an American tourist on the boat yesterday so I made it very simple - Up' is end' - can't be that difficult. And Helly' is of course holiday' or `holy day' Ð true, professor?" Bill smiled brightly.
"And when locals here in Shetland say aa' they mean all'," Colin continued. "So everybody is told to stop the fiesta, right?"
"But I still think it is a strange to burn a Viking ship to end the party." Bill put on his winter shoes and was ready for a day out with Colin - just the two of them away from noisy Lerwick.
"Why are you smiling, Daddy?" Colin looked at Bill who waited while he tried to cover his curly dark hair in a home-knitted woollen hat that Olav had brought him.
"I was thinking about the tiny chilled lad I found in a bus shelter almost seven years ago, and I think about what he is today." Bill helped Colin to fix his wild hair.
"You mean I'm hotter in bed?" Colin grinned. He was not in a serious mode just now.
"No, no, you can't be hotter than what you were the first night in my arms, but I'm so proud of you, Colin. I don't think I have told you that lately." Bill hugged Colin tight.
"Thanks, Dad. You are my man, and will always be, but now we have to decide - culture and sightseeing in Shetland, or a wild day in bed?" Colin lifted his rucksack.
"Is there a possibility to combine the two?" Bill grinned.
"I understand you haven't had your morning fuck for some days, eh? I'll see what I can do. Come on now. I'm sweating here in this outfit." Colin almost pushed Bill out of the room.
Colin felt very comfortable when he drove the car out of the town. He loved the feeling of freedom and he was very happy for his `father's' company.
"We make our first stop in Scalloway, the old capital of Shetland." Colin turned west just outside Lerwick. "I want to show you that the connection between Shetland and Norway is much more than the romantic' Viking stories. It's a shame that we didn't hear much about the Shetland Bus' operations during World War II in school. The war histories up here were probably not heroic enough, but a lot of men in their small fishing boats, even smaller than the boat that arrived yesterday, played an important role in the Norwegian resistance movement in the last war." Bill understood that Colin was emotionally involved.
"Look at this memorial, Dad!" Bill and Colin were inside the Scalloway Museum. "A memorial about the extremely dangerous missions in rough seas and harsh weather." Bill looked at his son who, with great affection, managed to paint the story.
"Count the stones, Dad. Stones taken from the places where each of the 44 crewmen who died on the Shetland Bus missions came from. Young men, fathers and sons. Could have one of us, Dad. They fought for their country." Colin suddenly found Bill's hand. With the other hand he cleaned his eyes.
Bill squeezed the hand, and said nothing. He understood that the visit up here was very important for his young son. History for him was more than just something to be read in books.
"Great weather!" Colin changed the subject. "I know what I will show you next, Dad. Something quite different from war history. Let's drive south and I will show you something very special.
After half an hour Colin found a parking spot beside the main road. "Let's bring our picnic. It'll be nice to eat out here." Colin headed uphill in front of Bill and stopped with a fantastic view down below. From the green hillside they could see an island, but in front of them was a causeway of white sand.
"St. Ninian's Isle, great in the sunshine, isn't it? But we can still hear the sound from the waves." Colin found a path downhill.
"And the sand is interesting, a causeway connecting the isle to the mainland," Bill added.
"Which you can cross when low-tide," said Colin. "In bad weather or high-tide, you can't!"
"Do you know what it's called, professor?" Bill asked.
Colin shook his head. "Didn't know it had a special name." Colin stopped. They had reached the white sand with sea on either side.
"Tombolo!" Bill proclaimed. It wasn't often he could beat the linguistic student.
"Latin!" Colin stopped and took off his shoes. "Sand dune, of course."
"When did we climb sand-dunes last time, Daddy? Many years ago, I was naked and you were almost naked as well, and I went into the dunes andÉ" Colin was suddenly running around like a young kid.
"I remember, the Dunas of Maspalomas in Gran Canaria. Quite different from Shetland!" Bill was not sure about following Colin's example, but he took off his shoes and went barefoot into the cold white sand. The two were all alone in the great landscape.
"I love the sand and I love the sunshine!" Colin went to the top of the ridge. Without hesitation he stripped his upper body of sweater, shirt and t-shirt. Soon afterwards he turned around and pulled off his jeans and underwear. But for the woollen hat, he was completely naked. Bill rolled his eyes. Just now his young professor showed a side far from his normal academic attitude. He ran in front of his daddy across the sand and placed himself on a small cliff at the other side.
Bill slowly followed the footprints in the white sand. He wasn't as fast as Colin and he carried both rucksacks as well as Colin's clothes after the stripping event. Turning around the first cliff, he found Colin standing on a high rock like a statue. In the sunshine the fair body looked like a marble piece of art. Bill stopped and found his camera. With joy he took pictures of the boy from different angles.
"How come you have a hard-on, son? It's cold out here. Even though there is sunshine, it's the middle of winter." Bill put down his camera.
"Because I have some dirty intentions, very dirty! I want you to fuck me, Dad. Fuck me out here with the landscape as the only witness. Let's be a bit crazy, eh?"
Colin jumped down from the rock and put his arms around Bill who said nothing, but felt the tingling in his own lower body. "Why always be reserved and responsible?" Bill asked himself. He groped his crotch and felt his tool stiffening. He had missed his morning sex and now his own young sexual athlete was inviting him.
Colin knelt on the white sand and unzipped Bill's trousers. With a very direct movement, he pulled down the underwear and freed the cock he loved. No doubt his dad was ready for sex. Colin licked the glans and pulled back the foreskin before he started to suck the big cock. With one hand he cupped the heavy balls which hadn't fathered him, but given him a lot of manly energy over the years. Colin hummed and did what he could to take all 24 cm (9.5 inches) into his mouth and throat. A bit tougher than his normal style, Bill locked Colin's head with both hands on the woollen cap. Colin tried to get free, but Bill didn't let him. Tears and spit dripped when Bill, after a while, eased the pressure of his hands and started to mouth-fuck the youngster.
"Now, let me!" Two strong hands lifted Colin back onto the rock and without any explanation took Colin's little stiffy into his mouth and sucked him with great passion. A short time later, he also managed to get parts of Colin's cute balls into his open mouth. The horny youngster whined and yelled. There was no-one around to hear. There was only the wind, the sun and the lonely landscape.
Colin twisted his body which was being rather brutally treated by the man he loved. "Please, Dad. Please, I'm, I'mÉah!" Colin was already reaching a climax.
"You wait, baby boy, you wait! You asked for cock, eh?" Bill squeezed the ball sack. Again Colin yelled, this time in real pain, and managed to stop the coming ejaculation.
"As a former scout, I guess you came prepared for an outdoor adventure." Bill opened Colin's rucksack and found a First Aid box. "Old-fashioned Vaseline will do," he said when he looked inside. He smiled and went on. "Turn around, hands on the rock and spread your legs. Let me take another picture for the record of this trip." He used the camera for a set of pictures of the boy showing off his inviting butt, even spreading the buttocks wider to let the hairless entrance shine in the cold sunshine. The winter temperature made the skin look like fragile paper, but when Bill, without warning, used an open hand to spank the round globes, the colour soon changed to light pink.
Colin howled in protest and Bill accepted the request for gentler treatment. For the next few minutes, Colin was worked on by Bill's lips and tongue. When Bill made fucking movements with a stiff tongue inside the boy-cunt, Colin purred like a cat.
Bill then spread a large amount of Vaseline onto the boy's love-entrance and used two fingers to push some inside. Colin moaned and locked up. "Don't act like a schoolgirl!" Bill almost shouted.
"I didn't know you had experience of schoolgirls, Dad. Your fingers are cold. Please!" Colin lifted his butt even more, like an invitation.
Bill used his fingers to fuck Colin and open him up for cock. Some Vaseline on the cockhead helped Bill break through his boy's sphincter. Another yell was heard and Bill stopped. "You okay, son?" Bill had his hands on Colin's hips.
"Go on, Daddy. I just called for the Gods. They must be out here, I think. Shag me, Dad. Make me cum, make me sacrifice on this rock with my seed!" Colin wiggled his butt. Bill went slowly, but very direct, all the way into his young lover. The rock-hard, larger than average man-cock entered the young body as many times before.
Again Colin tried to prolong his orgasm, but Bill stopped and rotated. He found the prostate. He went slow and then hard, and then even harder.
"Yes, yes, Dad, please, please, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming!" Colin shouted as the first shots of boy-milk flew into the air. Spots of boy-milk dripped down into the sand.
"Take me now, take me, my slutty baby!" Bill pulled out, turned Colin around and forced him down. After some hard wanks he pointed his glistening slimy cock toward Colin's face. With an open mouth and closed eyes, Colin received Bill's white load. Bill's bear-like roar was heard in the landscape when he drenched Colin's face in the fastest cumming the grownup man had had for ages.
"Let me take a photo before you clean up!" Bill found the camera again. "Maybe not for your academic paper, but a very hot memory from the beautiful landscape out here!" Bill grinned and shot a lot of pictures while Colin tried to lick the spunk dripping down into his mouth.
"Did you enjoy the sightseeing, sir?" Colin grinned when the two were back at the car some hours later. They had found a nice sheltered spot for their picnic and even had a nice rest after their very special performance.
"I loved your uniform, especially the hat!" Bill grinned.
"Are you ready for another history lesson?" Colin asked. "Or perhaps you would like a rest before meeting Olav and Kriss for the Viking party tonight." Colin put a hand on Bill's upper leg.
"I guess you plan to make the next stop a bit less active!" Bill sighed.
"Long time since you were on a student expedition, Dad. The Professor told me that he had brought some pills just in case." Colin grinned and put the car into gear.
"No need for pills when you're around, Colin. I have no time to grow old, you know." Bill gave Colin a warm smile.
"Better stay in shape. You have invited Kriss to visit us remember, and he's a damn hot top. You better ask Chit to work on your bottoming skills. And Kasim will be around for Easter in Paris. Remember last time in France? You couldn't sit for a week!" Colin set off for the main road south.
"The whole group seems to be here. That was not part of the programme." Colin parked the car outside the entrance to the historic Jarlshof.
"The Norwegians leave for Orkney tomorrow morning," Professor Sverrisson announced when he met Colin by the gate. "The weather is forecast to grow worse in the coming days. But I wanted everyone to see Jarlshof so that's why we are here now. You will make the introduction, Colin?" The professor followed Colin up to a sort of bridge where it is possible to see the whole of the area below.
"Welcome to Jarlshof, one of the most fascinating archaeological sites in Shetland! Here, at the southern tip of Mainland, you'll have the opportunity to explore over 4,000 years of history in one place. Jarlshof reveals traces of human settlement from the Stone Age to the Middle Ages, including houses, pits, and artefacts that provide an insight into how people lived and adapted to their surroundings over the centuries." Colin looked around. The student group had obviously been partying late the night before. "I'd better make this short," he thought.
"We will divide into two groups. Olav, I hope he's around, will take one group. I'll take the second. Olav knows all about the Stone Age remains out here, and I'll tell you about the Norse settlement." Colin paused and found some active eyes. "Are there any questions?" he continued.
"Is the Norse settlement from the Viking age?" A student from Bergen asked.
"Yes, the Norse settlement is from the Viking Age. The site includes remains from various periods of occupation, but it is particularly notable for its well-preserved Norse longhouses, which date back to the Viking Age, around the 9th to 14th centuries." Colin pointed.
"We'll change groups after 45 minutes!" Colin whispered to Olav who was then by his side. "I think these guys are in need for some rest before the party tonight."
In a way the whole town of Lerwick waited for the sunset. All the streetlights had been switched off and it was really dark when the first flaming torches were seen. More than 1000 torches are used during the festival. The day before Up Helly Aa all of these torches are soaked in fuel to ensure they burn well.
It was a windy night with fire, different smells and music, and all the local songs.
"In distant lands, their raven-flag flew like a blazing star; And foreign foremen, trembling, heard their battle-cry afar; And they thundered o'er the quaking earth, those mighty men of war; The waves are rolling on!"
Both Colin and Olav knew some of the lyrics and the last line was known and sung by hundreds. Now the two were standing watching with their arms around each other. Nobody cared about the two piss-brothers tonight. Bill and Kriss had left - they had tickets as guests. When they passed Colin and Olav in the street, Bill had an arm inside Kriss' woolly outfit. A bit jealous at that sight, Colin turned to Olav and kissed him deep and tenderly.
The nine metres long ship, with a top mast of 6 metres and a painted dragon head was to be sent to Valhalla. The two young lovers were among the huge crowd when the ship was set on fire. The bonfire, the drums, the music and the songs filled the dark night. Afterwards the public tried to find a restaurant, a bar, or a tent, to eat and drink, and drink more. "It's really a fiesta up north!" Colin sent a photo to Kenny as he had promised.
It was just after midnight when Olav and Colin found Kriss in the third bar. "Have you seen my dad, Kriss?" Colin asked.
"I think he is partying with Professor Sverrisson!" Kriss answered. "They both seemed ratherÉ well done!" He grinned.
"I thought he was to shag you tonight, Kriss. He looked as if he had a hand almost inside your pants last time I saw you." Colin put an arm around the Bergen lad.
"I lost him when the party-run started." Kriss smiled. "You want another drink? They serve free Norwegian brandy, Aquavit, in the tent."
"I think I'll go back to the hotel. Honestly I have had a drink or two too much, and I'm damn horny. Why don't you follow me for a threesome? It would be hot with two bottoms and a horny Norwegian top." Colin squeezed Kriss' bulge. The boy did nothing to stop him.
With joy and lots of noise, the three went back to the hotel. No room key was in the reception. "Bill must be back already," Olav said a bit worried. Maybe the set-up arranged by Colin would have to be cancelled.
"I was afraid you had forgotten your old man!" Bill grinned from the only chair in the room. He had a half glass of whisky on the sideboard. Colin could tell that his slow drinking dad was in good shape, and not at all drunk.
"Stand over there, all of you!" Bill pointed out. "And strip, every single piece of clothing, even the hats!" He smiled.
Colin was naked in a hurry and Olav followed. Kriss hesitated, but had some help from the other two.
"Hands behind your necks!" Bill commanded. "Turn around. "Show me the goodies this hot Viking-night."
Colin was rock-hard, displaying a promising erection. Olav was just as stiff. They were both dripping and small-cocked, but Olav showed his wet glans, while Colin still had some of his foreskin covering his cockhead. Kriss was not hard yet, just half, but his cock was double or almost triple in size compared with the piss-brothers.
"Over here, Kriss," Bill's voice was a bit loud. He bent forward and took Kriss' cock in his mouth and gave him a good suck to bring him fully erect.
"Now I see you are ready, all three of you." He looked at the Bergen lad's super-erection, pointing upwards to the right and shaking.
Bill looked at his watch. "I will give you ten minutes in the bathroom and then I want you back on the bed, clean and horny. No sucking, no wanking, okay? Go on!" Bill stood up and opened his dressing gown. He was naked underneath and his larger than average manhood was ready for action.
Colin was the first to return. "Kneel on the floor! Upper body on the bed. Spread your legs, more! And open your pussy - use your hands!"
Olav was next. "Do like Colin, Olav!" Bill's voice was milder when he commanded Olav.
Kriss was back too with a towel around his hips. But his erection was obvious. "Prepare the boys for me, Kriss!" He handed the boy a tube of KY jelly. "Use your tongue and your lips, and your cock. I want to see you fuck them!" The lad hesitated, but Colin turned his head. "Go on, Kriss. It will be a night for your diary!"
Kriss licked the boy-cunts, greased up his fingers and finger-fucked them. Then he looked at Bill who nodded. `Fuck the brains out of them. They are waiting for you!" Bill grinned.
Kriss did a good job. From time to time he looked at Bill who played with his own huge weapon. Olav was the first to cum. Boy-milk spread over the black oak floor. Colin was the next. With a moan he emptied himself beside his Bergen mate.
"Stay where you are!" Bill's voice was very direct. "Grease up my cock, Kriss, please."
The boy used both hands on the huge cock. "Please wait, you will get your reward soon!" Bill placed Kriss in the chair before he, without any more preparation, gave Colin his cock all the way. Colin took it without a sound. Minutes later Bill penetrated his Bergen friend, more carefully, but all the way.
Olav moaned, but soon after he turned to his adult friend. "I'm no princess, Bill. Do me as you do Colin, go on please!"
After some minutes Colin sensed that Bill was reaching a climax. He stood up and Bill looked a bit frustrated. "Take a break, Bro!" He pulled Olav up from the bed as well.
"Lie down, Dad. The same position we were in. Go on, no hesitation!" He pushed Bill down on the bed. Then he looked at Kriss. "Grease up that beauty and be ready. Olav and I will open this sexy man for you!"
Bill did as he was told and Colin first, then Olav, rimmed Bill until he begged for more. "Fuck him, Kriss. Do him good, let him remember his days as a horny young bottom."
Kriss did not hesitate this time, and his long cock did a good job. Colin and Olav climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Bill. He managed to give them full support with a very active mouth. Over the next half hour four men delivered spunk as a hot ending at the `Up Helly Aa' festival. Kriss filled up Bill with his young seed and both Colin and Olav fed Bill with their second loads. And Bill - he had to admit that he had cum first when Olav and Colin had rimmed him, and then again when Kriss had cum deep inside him.
When the three youngsters got together to clean his cock with hot tongues and lips, Bill was still rock-hard. The sixty year old man had visited Shetland for the first time and enjoyed it.
To be continued.