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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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COLIN - STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 84 (Meeting Ali - Jacob - Trip to Crete)
Since moving into his student apartment in Glasgow, Colin had invariably done his grocery shopping in a big supermarket. Recently, when helping Jacob, he started using a nearby convenience store. It was on his fourth visit there that the owner, a Pakistani-born man in his early fifties made conversation.
"Nice to see you again. You are becoming a regular," the man said to Colin as he rung up the items on the till. "I guess you have recently moved into the area."
"No, I have lived in Glasgow for nearly three years," said Colin. "I have recently befriended an old man who lives around the corner so your shop is handy if he needs something."
The man smiled. "Okay. I'm always pleased to have new customers. Nice to know that someone famous like you has time to help an old man."
"Famous? Oh, maybe you saw me on tv when I was involved in the healthy eating campaign," said Colin.
"No. I have seen posters and magazine advertisements of you in swimwear and sexy underwear," the man responded. "You are the famous JustColin."
Colin smiled. "Yes, that's me. I didn't think someone like you would have paid much attention to things like that."
"Someone like me? You think Pakistani men can't find boys like you attractive?"
Colin shook his head. "I meant a busy shopkeeper who works very long hours. Nothing to do with you being Pakistani." Then he smiled. "Do you really think I'm attractive?"
The man nodded. "Very sexy."
Colin thanked the man and was about to say more when another customer entered the shop. He paid for the items he had bought and said, "I will see you again, MisterÉ."
"Call me Ali," the man replied.
"Okay, Ali. Maybe we can chat more next time." Colin smiled and left the shop. "Nice to meet another adult fan," he thought.
On arrival at Jacob's house, Colin put the few grocery items away and made tea for both of them. He asked Jacob whether his son had been back to see him, he was sad to learn that he hadn't. "Tell Joshua that he might get to see me totally naked if he comes back when I am here. That might encourage him to see you more often," he told Jacob.
Jacob smiled. "That would work but I haven't seen you naked for a while."
Colin grinned and quickly stripped off. "Happy now?" he asked as his cock began to stiffen.
Jacob nodded. "Very happy."
"I hope to make you happier after I finish my tea," said Colin. "Today I am going to give you a blowjob." He could see that the man was about to argue and quickly added, "And I am not going to take no for an answer."
"ButÉ"
"Jacob, if you don't allow me to give you some sexual pleasure occasionally I won't come back." Colin had a serious look on his face when he spoke so Jacob said nothing.
When the pair had finished their tea, Colin helped Jacob to move from his wheelchair into an armchair. "Comfortable? Good. Now I want to see your cock. I have been looking forward to this for a while."
"It's nothing special," said Jacob. "You know you don't have to give me a blowjob. I am happy enough having your company and looking at your sexy body."
Colin stood with his hands on his hips. "Jacob, you know me quite well now. You know that it turns me on having sex with mature men. I want to suck your cock. I'm hoping that eventually you will agree to fuck me."
Jacob couldn't hide his surprise or the fact that Colin's words made him happy. Colin just smiled and knelt down between the man's legs. He soon had Jacob's sweatpants down at the man's ankles. The boxers followed and Colin was able to see the eighty-year old's equipment for the first time. The cut cock was still only semi-hard but Colin reckoned it was about 10 cm (4 inches) long. Beneath it were a pair of low-hanging, hairy balls. "Nice!" Colin said. Then he leaned forward and kissed the cock. There was a faint smell of sweat but this didn't put Colin off. He knew that a carer gave the man a bath every morning.
The kiss was followed by some licking and this encouraged Jacob's cock to grow. It took some minutes but then the stiff cock was 15 cm (6 inches) long. Colin squeezed the cock and said, "It's a lot bigger than mine. It's also thicker than mine. I like it."
Jacob gasped when Colin took the cock between his lips and began sucking it. Until recently, it had been a very long time since he'd had done anything sexual with another person and he'd never imagined having sex with someone as young or as handsome as Colin. Looking at Colin sucking his cock was a huge turn-on. He also enjoyed the feel of Colin's fingers playing with his balls.
Colin was soon bobbing up and down on the man's cock. Jacob wasn't the first eighty-year old he'd had sex with but he got a special thrill being with someone so much older than himself. Figuring that Jacob might need some extra help to reach an orgasm, Colin started to wank the cock while sucking it.
"Oh! Oh, Colin," murmured Jacob. "You are making me feel things I had almost forgotten."
Colin smiled up at Jacob without taking the cock from his mouth. A few minutes later, Jacob started moaning. "Oh, Colin. I think I am going to cum." Colin gripped the cock harder and wanked it faster. Seconds later Jacob gasped and started spunking off in Colin's mouth. Colin swallowed every drop and licked the cock clean. "Thank you, Colin. That was wonderful and I will never forget it," Jacob said when Colin moved off him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," smiled Colin. "I enjoyed it too." He stood up and Jacob saw that Colin's cock was wet with pre-cum. Jacob smiled and asked Colin to step closer. He then took Colin's cock between his lips. It wasn't long before Jacob was swallowing Colin's cum.
Colin helped Jacob get dressed before putting his own clothes back on. "This wasn't a one-off," Colin told Jacob. "I won't always have time for sex when I visit you but it will happen again."
"You can have sex with others who are younger and more active than me," said Jacob. "I don't want sex out of pity."
Colin shook his head. "Pity doesn't come into it. Didn't you see how turned on I was doing that? You're a really nice man and I enjoyed giving you that blowjob. I'm hoping you will fuck me next time."
"I don't know what to say," said Jacob.
Colin smiled. "Just tell me that you want to fuck me."
Jacob laughed. "I would love to fuck you but I don't know if I can manage that."
"We'll see. Now I'd better get home. I will visit you again soon." Colin gave Jacob a hug and said goodbye.
The turbulence was strong when the plane met the winds from Africa. Colin grabbed his neighbour's hand as he feared he might be lifted from the seat, even with his seat belt fastened tight.
"Relax, Colin. We are safe, and the Mediterranean lies beneath us!" Professor Adam Lorenzo tried to comfort the boy who wasn't happy with flights, and especially when he travelled without his dear Bill. Bill had jobs to do at home, but he had promised to join Colin for some days in the sun after he had finished his Mediterranean studies.
"We have just passed over the island of Santorini, or Thera as the ancient Greeks called the island." The professor tried to occupy his student. "From the air, it is obvious that something really dramatic happened here long time ago."
"A volcano split the island, created the biggest known tsunami in history, and destroyed the Minonian culture." Colin spoke from memory, almost whispering.
"Well, that's one of the theories, but it seems that some of the famous temples like Knossos were rebuilt. We will see that tomorrow if Pavlos has managed to make the arrangements." Adam checked his safety belt as the cabin light had been switched on.
"Will Pavlos be at the airport?" Colin asked. He looked forward to meeting the sexy professor from Sheffield. Half American and half Greek, the man had watched Colin being fucked in the old library by the professor sitting beside him, now squeezing the young student's hand.
"We will be landing in Heraklion in ten minutes. Cabin crew, please prepare." The voice from the flight deck was heard. Colin stopped talking and closed his eyes. Pearls of sweat formed on his forehead.
A silent gasp was heard from him when the aircraft landed rather roughly on the short Cretan runway. "I'll never learn to enjoy flying," Colin whispered. "Take me to a dungeon, bind me and whip me. That's nothing compared to this."
"Maybe I'll ask Pavlos to organise a test." Adam Lorenzo grinned. "I'm sure he would like an excuse to use the whip."
"He's into that stuff? I didn't know. Thought the Minoan culture is all about soft women. I've even read some novels about a lesbian queen." Colin was about to rise as the seat belt sign had been turned off. The heat from the sunshine outside was obvious.
"Well, could be, but I've been to a Spartan night with Pavlos, and that was far from soft," the professor whispered close to his favourite student.
"I see him outside the fence." Colin waved and shouted as they left the terminal building. Pavlos waved back with a bright smile. He looked more Greek than American, and far from a traditional English professor.
Pavlos hugged Colin tight before giving Lorenzo his hand. "Good to see you down here. It's damn hot and there's a lot of tourists, but I'm happy to be back to my old ways!" He winked at his colleague.
"So you have been drinking ouzo and fucking under the stars like in the good old days then, instead of preparing the week for the youngsters." Lorenzo tried to sound serious.
"I have to piss!" Colin whined. "You gentlemen seem to have a lot to talk about regarding your younger days as hippies down here." He looked around for a public toilet.
"I wasn't even born when this hunk lived in the wilderness down here. Can you imagine Pavlos as a long-haired, weed-smoking hippie in the Sixties?" Lorenzo grinned.
Pavlos was about to argue, but he saw that Colin really was in need. "You take care of the luggage, Adam. My assistant will be here with the van soon, but you know trafficÉ Come on, Colin. I know where the toilets are." Pavlos placed a hand on Colin's shoulder.
The smell of the public toilet, some hot pissing men and a real need made Colin rock-hard. He pulled down his shorts and bikini-brief in one movement. With a rock-hard erection, he sprayed his yellow liquid all over the urinal in front of him. Pavlos found a place next to him and, without paying attention to the other men present, he used a hand to play with Colin's spraying cock and piss. Out of the side of his eyes, Colin saw Pavlos' long, stiff cock trying to copy his own yellow jet. Colin slowed down to let the entertainment go on, but soon Pavlos was wanking him instead of playing with the piss.
"Come on, son." Pavlos took Colin's arm. Before Colin managed to dress properly Pavlos pushed him into an open cubicle. Without a word, he lifted him and placed him on the toilet seat. He almost knelt in front of him and took the small boy-cock into his mouth. The sucking was almost brutal but Colin purred like a cat. He was happy for the treatment.
Pavlos found his eyes. "You can manage a bit more? I'm damn thirsty!" Pavlos took care of the cock again. Colin pushed his hips forward and managed to serve the man some final drops. The man swallowed all of it and then started to lick the glans and the area around the glans. With two fingers he pushed the foreskin as far back as possible. Colin had problems standing with the combination of pain and excitement. Pavlos sucked two fingers and then pushed them deep into Colin's arse while he almost bit the naked cockhead. Colin moaned. The situation was too erotic. Normally Colin would have managed to cool down, but Pavlos held him in a sort of vice while he worked on both his cock and his prostate.
"I'm cumming, cumming, take it, take it!" Colin whispered as he sent blast after blast into the partly kneeling man's mouth. With tear-filled eyes and a sort of coughing, Pavlos swallowed. He sucked and ate the youngster's spunk directly from the source. Again Colin managed to open up his bladder and supplemented the white cum with some yellow drops. Pavlos took it all. In a hurry he stood up and dried his bearded face with the back of his hand.
"Welcome to Crete, son. You fancy a double again - like in Glasgow?" He gave Colin his lips in a big kiss.
"I fancy both singles and doubles!" Colin grinned and re-dressed himself. "I hope you can persuade my professor to take part like in Glasgow. He's a bit stressed you know, having a report to make. I'll help him, as this is not my first excursion of this type. We'd better find him now, okay?" He gave Pavlos a light kiss. The man, older than his dad at home, had behaved like a horny student on his first school-trip.
Professor Lorenzo looked at his watch when the two arrived. Beside him was a dark-haired, smiling youngster who was about to carry the bags out from the terminal.
"Didn't Tryfon take care of you, Adam? He's a very charming young man, you know." Pavlos touched his colleague`s arm.
"Yes, yes, we have discussed both the traffic and programme for the days ahead. We have an appointment at the Archaeological Museum this afternoon, but first we need lunch. The other students are waiting for us, I hope!" The professor seemed a bit stressed.
"Slow down, Adam. It's extremely hot outside, and you need to think of your blood pressure." Pavlos pushed Colin forward.
"Meet Colin, Tryfon. He's a student like you, and he is Professor Lorenzo's assistant," said Pavlos. Colin raised his hand in a greeting and the Cretan beauty answered the same way. "Tryfon is my right hand this week, and he will do the very best for both of you." He winked at Colin. "Now for some lunch."
The food had been excellent and so had the local wine. Colin and his fellow students from Glasgow were waiting in the shade outside the museum. Colin was really tired after the early start and now the heat, but he was also very curious about this Tryfon who wasn't just a driver and an organiser. He was also the one to welcome the Scottish group to Crete.
"Welcome, everyone! It's a great honour to have you all here. I hope this visit will give you a rich understanding of the ancient history that connects us all, from Crete to Scotland." Tryfon spoke excellent English and let everybody meet his eyes.
"This museum is considered one of the most important in Greece and is of international significance, mainly because it holds the largest collection of Minoan artefacts in the world." The young student took a break.
"Isn't he sexy?" A girl from Scotland whispered to one of the other girls. Colin was about to say something, but he felt a hand on his lower arm. "Isn't that what we all think?" Pavlos whispered in Colin's ear and pinched his arm.
"All of you know the background well. The Minoan culture was one of the earliest advanced cultures in Europe, and this museum helps preserve and showcase that heritage with incredible detail. So, my friends, please follow me inside. Together with my colleagues I will try to give you the best possible service!" Tryfon ended his speech. Colin blushed. For some seconds he had mentally undressed the Greek youngster who in many ways looked like his room-mate Kenny, and he had wondered if Tryfon's cock was cut or not. Now he hurried inside.
The group had stopped in front of a huge fresco. "You have already seen a lot of the Minoan artistic expression in pottery and jewellery, but the frescos tell us much about their values and beliefs, and also about their unique clothing." Pavlos was delivering the lecture now.
"Looks very Egyptian!" one student said.
"More like a loincloth than a kilt." Another pointed at a group of painted men.
"Sexier than the kilt? What do you think, Colin?" Tryfon whispered. Colin had been very occupied with the huge fresco-painting and hadn't seen that Tryfon now was close behind him. The two bodies touched each other.
"Better in this climate, I guess." Colin blushed. When he moved a bit closer to the guy behind him, he felt something very hard against his lower body. Again he thought about Kenny. Kenny would have been a slave in Sparta, he thought. Only slaves and male whores showed their naked cockheads. All free men had long and tight foreskins. Tryfon didn't move away.
"That's enough for today, ladies and gentlemen! And thank you, Tryfon! The minibus to Knossos leaves the entrance at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. We want to be there before all the tourist buses!" Professor Lorenzo ended the afternoon lecture. Colin felt a hand down into his pocket and reacted fast but when he turned he saw nobody there. And his phone was still in his pocket. But he found a small note - a note with a phone number on it.
It was dark outside, but still very hot. Colin opened the window to the narrow street below. He heard music, and he heard laughter from people passing by. The smell from the ground floor restaurant filled the room.
"Alone on the first night in the Garden of Eden!" Colin thought. He was really frustrated. Pavlos' heavy welcome at the airport had given him hope for a stay in Crete filled with a lot of sex. The dinner had been great, and the wine combined with a shot of ouzo had increased Colin's body temperature.
"See you in the morning!" had been Professor Lorenzo's final words before he asked Pavlos to walk him back to their hotel.
"I wonder how many young studs have fucked their girlfriends here," Colin said to himself. He looked around in the simple student accommodation. The mattress was very hard. Naked, he found his stiff cock. "Maybe Kenny is at home, or maybe Olav is keen for a virtual fuck?" He closed his eyes and found an erect nipple with the other hand.
"Damn! A wank is too pathetic. I will call Olav!" He jumped from the bed and found the phone in the shorts pocket. The note from Tryfon fell on the floor. He looked at the time - eleven. "Too late!" he thought. "But maybe not. The dinner had lasted till after ten."
"Hey man! I though you would never call!" Tryfon answered immediately. "You horny?"
"I'm damn horny! Anything you can do about that?" Colin's voice was hoarse.
"I'll be outside in ten minutes. I'll take the bike. Oh, it's hot so you don't need warm clothes!" Tryfon didn't wait for any comments.
Some minutes later, Colin dressed in shorts and open summer shirt, put his arms around the shirtless youngster as they hurried through the narrow streets of Heraklion. Colin understood that they were now in the outskirts of the old town. Tryfon drove through a park, and with a crazy laugh he forced his way up some old stairs, and parked the motorbike underneath a huge mulberry tree.
Without words, he jumped from the bike and undressed. Colin did not have to be told. He undressed too. The two youngsters used both hands to explore the excited bodies.
"I know you're a bottom-gay, eh? Pavlos showed me pictures from Glasgow. You like a hard fuck, eh?" The boy had his hands on Colin's buttocks and he pinched them.
"And you are the man for that, I believe!" Colin used both hands to play with a hard cock, Kenny-sized.
"Yeah, I'm an all-rounder, you see. Must make the best out of life. And I understand you are not hot for my ass." Tryfon squeezed Colin's wet cock.
"I'll serve your ass if you wish, but with this!" Colin kissed the boy and let his stiff tongue search the waiting mouth.
Tryfon gasped from the sudden action from the Scot who was a bit shorter than him. Colin used both hands on Tryfon's head to keep him still.
"No more talk, eh?" Tryfon managed to lift his head. "I have lube in the bike-pocket. "You ride me?" He pushed Colin up to the old bench that went all the way around the mulberry tree. Under the branches, they were covered as if they were in a summer-cottage.
"You want my tongue, stallion? Give me your macho ass, eh?" Colin watched Tryfon bend over and place his hands on the bench and then he spread the boy's legs.
"Just like Kenny," he whispered. A wreath of soft dark hairs surrounded the pink cunt. "Not a virgin, I think. Good for my tongue." Tryfon moaned with pleasure when Colin started to rim him, and when he fucked him with his stiff tongue, he moaned in pleasure. Colin lifted his head and saw a slimy thread of pre-cum dripping from the lad's super stiff cock. "Temptation!" he thought. He turned Tryfon around and managed to get his mouth around the stallion-like cock.
"Stop, please, or I will cum before I have even touched you!" Tryfon was no doubt close to the edge. "Let me suck you now, please!" He lay down on the bench and almost lifted Colin on top of him. The 69 sucking was intense and forceful, the two youngsters had for sure sucked cocks before.
"You want me to fuck you, baby?" Tryfon tried to speak and lick at the same time.
"Yeah, come on. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me like my buddy at home!" Colin climbed onto the strong young body. "You grease me up, okay!"
"Find the lube then, in the front!" Tryfon pointed at his bike. At the same he gave his dripping wet cock some wanks.
"Maybe I can ride you first! You open me for that huge cock!" Colin climbed back upon the body and sat down on the boy's chest with his legs well spread. Tryfon spat in the partly open boy-cunt while Colin used both hands to grease up the lad's spear. Surrounded by a bush of black hair, the 25 cm (almost 10 inch) cock pumped and pumped as if he was about to cum. Colin squeezed Tryfon's balls with his fingernails. The boy screamed, but stopped the pumping. Colin gave him a break for his own purpose.
Without more foreplay Colin lifted his body and lowered his open cunt down on the waiting tool. A moan of lust was heard when Colin let Tryfon bottom.
"Now, fuck me from underneath. Enslave me, slap me if you feel for it, be my stallion. And don't stop if I call you Kenny. For some minutes Colin tried to be just submissive and let the Cretan guy take command, but he wasn't satisfied - too slow and too soft. Colin was afraid this guy would cum before he himself was half way there.
"Let's change position!," said Tryfon. "Let me fuck you like I fuck my girlfriend, okay." A sweating youngster lifted his body from the bench.
"And what does she like?" Colin asked.
"To be fucked like a cow!" Tryfon grinned.
"Okay, you be the bull then, but not just a calf!" Colin gave the huge cock a slap with his open hand. Pre-cum dripped like piss from the young cock.
Colin turned around, placed his hands on the bench and spread his legs - ready for the bull's penetration. He suddenly heard a sound as if a branch was broken. Soon afterwards came another sound of damage. He turned his head and in a glimpse at the shadows he saw a man - grey-haired and black-bearded.
Tryfon entered Colin like a real bull. No mercy, the long cock bottomed in him without hesitation. Colin screamed at the pain. He was still a bit too dry. "Add some spit, please, and do it as if you rape me, again! And sir!" he now yelled in the direction of the shadows. "Stop larking around. Give me your cock and I'll suck the spunk out of you, while your assistant does the job from behind! Undress now, I want to see you properly!" Colin was wild now. He didn't give a damn about who and how. He just wanted raw manly outdoor sex with a young Adonis and an old voyeur.
"But, but, I'mÉ" Tryfon's young body spasmed and send his spunk deep into his new colleague.
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Show me you're a man!" Colin used his arse muscles to keep the still hard cock inside him. The young man yelled, but went on fucking, while Pavlov suddenly tried to stop Colin's commands by forcing his long, thin cock down into the boy's throat.
The fuck was not romantic, and not at all loving, but Tryfon was soon rock-hard again, and Pavlov mouth-fucked the youngster as hard as a sixty year old English professor could manage.
Colin had dripped pre-cum as if he had been pissing. Now he turned around and placed his body on the bench. In almost the same second, he started to shoot his boy-milk like a geyser. At one side of the bench Tryfon wanked himself to a second orgasm and sent his clear milk all over Colin's body and face. Pavlos followed closely behind and Colin wanted a reward. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. The professor managed to send his man-cream directly into Colin's mouth. Colin swallowed with a licking tongue. Beside him knelt Tryfon who did his best to get his share of the vitamins.
Finally Tryfon let his head rest on Colin's chest. "You are amazing!" Tryfon found Colin's eyes and then his mouth. In the warm breeze they rested under the mulberry tree.
"What happened to my boss?" Tryfon looked around.
"He lives in the shadows!" Colin smiled. "Perhaps we can drive naked back to the campus?"
"Yeah, come on. Let's go!" The naked youngster found his shorts and placed them on the seat of his bike. Colin, still partly wet from man-spunk dripping from his boy-cunt, used his own shorts as a cover. The two hurried into the poorly lit streets of Heraklion. It was one hour after midnight.
Colin felt extremely fit and ready for breakfast the next morning. He gave his professor a big smile.
"How has your night been, Colin? Too hot for a good sleep, I believe. Sorry that I didn't contact you last night. Have you seen Pavlov anywhere around? He looked like a real `morning after' guy when I knocked on his door some time ago.
"Maybe he was just up late preparing for the guided tour in Knossos." Colin grinned.
"We need a local guide up there!" A morning-fresh Tryfon placed a caring hand on Colin's shoulder. "The Union, you know?" He let the hand rest on the shoulder and then squeezed it as if giving Colin a light massage.
"Okay. Let's be tourists then!" Colin placed two more pancakes on his plate and added local honey at the top.
The student group found some shade inside the famous Knossos temple. The thermometer at the entrance had shown 43 degrees (109.4 Fahrenheit) - the warmest day this season.
"Where is the local guide? We need to start!" Pavlov drenched his head with cold water from a bottle.
"She has almost fainted, sir. She is over there underneath the red umbrella." Tryfon grinned.
"Then we have to break the rules, but it's okay. The scene is yours, Colin. You know this place as well as any local guide!" Professor Lorenzo pushed Colin forward.
Colin had hoped for a day as a tourist, but he loved to teach and he was happy that his professor trusted him.
"Okay, some facts first!" Colin started and found a couple of faces to focus on, Tryfon was one of them. "The Minoan civilisation flourished on this island from around 2600 to 1100 BCE. It was centred around large palace complexes like this." Colin used his arms to indicate.
He went on. "The Minoans were named after the legendary King Minos and we talk about vibrant art, advanced architecture and significant maritime trade all over the Mediterranean. Use your eyes and you will see examples out here!"
"But Colin, you said up till 1100 BCE, but wasn't the volcanic eruption on Santorini that destroyed the palace in 1600 BCE?" One of the girls tried to correct her fellow student.
"Yes, you are right. But after that came the Greek invasion, to make it simple, and Knossos was rebuilt." Colin went on. "A lot of the frescoes out here are from that period. I think Tryfon has some maps which tell how to see the most interesting parts of the palace."
"But folks!" Colin looked around and raised his voice. "This is Knossos how it could have been. Remember it was the British archaeologist Sir Arthur Evans who in many ways created the Knossos we see today."
"So it's a fake then!" The girl was back.
"It's up to you to decide." Colin looked at the group and then continued. "It's based on fundamental studies and also a lot of findings. Use your imagination. That's probably what Arthur Evans did! Any more questions?" He looked at his professor.
"Be careful in this heat!" Professor Lorenzo almost shouted. "And thank you, Colin. And all of you, you will find bottles of water in the old bathroom underneath." He used a hand to wipe his forehead. The sweat was dripping.
"I need a real bathroom!" Colin whispered to Tryfon who handed out the papers.
"A piss, or?" Tryfon grinned.
"Aye. I don't have a party bladder!" Colin grinned back. "Too much water."
"I'll show you the old toilet in the temple walls!" Tryfon grinned. "Combine your studies with joyful needs." He grabbed Colin's arm.
A hole in the wall and some stripes of sun from the roof opening above met them when they entered the nasty smelling room. The walls were filled with names, and dates and some rather obscure details.
"No originals from before Christ!" Colin said as he looked at the dirty stone wall. "Probably written by horny students like us."
"My boss told me that you didn't stay back for some piss-play." Tryfon was about to open his khaki shorts. "We could perhapsÉ." He showed a half-hard version of the cock that had been inside Colin the night before.
"Okay, but don't spill any. There's no shower here and I don't want to smell like a urinal, even if that's what I might pretend. You pause if I pinch your butt." Colin knelt on the yellow stone floor and kissed the circumcised cock in front of him. He managed to get it inside his mouth before the boy started to leak. Colin placed his open hands on the round butt and pulled the boy closer.
Tryfon had for sure done this before and he managed to go slowly. Colin swallowed every drop of the yellow liquid. After a dry pause, Colin felt the young weapon growing to a full erection. He guessed that the youngster would have been happy for a real mouth-job, but he was too filled up himself.
The two students changed positions. Tryfon knelt and opened his mouth and let Colin decide on the action. Colin was rock-hard and knew he would need to go slowly. Despite being in desperate need to empty his bladder, he managed to let Tryfon swallow before he filled his mouth again.
For a while Colin managed well, but then he felt that he had to empty himself faster. With a moan, he pulled away from Tryfon, turned around and sprayed his liquid onto the 3,000 year old piss-house wall. Still dripping when he finished, Colin turned back to Tryfon who cleaned the stiff, wet cock with lips and tongue.
"Let me give you a blow-job, Buddy. I didn't really taste you last night." Tryfon was still on his knees.
"Better hurry, man. We need to end the visit here soon. Too hot I think." Colin handed Tryfon a bottle of water. He drank some and poured the rest over his head.
Tryfon was an excellent cocksucker and Colin was super excited. He heard people passing and he heard laughter from girls. Without warning two fellow students bumped into the quite dark room. "Sorry!" one of them shouted. They turned and left. Colin mouth-fucked Tryfon rather brutally, but Tryfon managed to avoid using his teeth.
"I'm cumming, cumming, damn, take it, take it!" Colin sent his cream into Tryfon's mouth. The lad coughed and coughed again. Then he swallowed and licked his mouth. Without warning his stood up, gave his own cock a fast wank and spat his jizz all across the room.
"Let me taste!" Colin said, knelt and cleaned the Kenny-like cock. Tryfon found his own water bottle and sprayed it all over the two who hurried to dress. In the sun they would dry in a few minutes.
"Great, Buddy!" Tryfon gave Colin a quick kiss and left. "Your turn!" he shouted to the two new ones who had been just outside the doorway and probably witnessed some of the show.
"Don't eat too much now!" Pavlov instructed the students. "We have been invited to a village party tonight. Lots to eat and drink, I'm sure."
"Yes!" Tryfon nodded. "The famous `pig-party' as the crazy Scandinavians call it!"
Olav, Colin's Norwegian piss-brother, had been in a really joyful and teasing mood when Colin had phoned him earlier that day.
"I thought those events died out in the eighties," had been his comment. "But for you who fancies oldies it will be a night to remember," was Olav's sarcastic ending.
Colin clung to the warm body in front of him on the motorcycle. They had left Heraklion and were heading west on the highway. They had just passed Chania and the small beach town of Platanias when Tryfon turned off the main road and started on the slopes up the hillside. It was still early afternoon and very hot, but Colin was wearing next to nothing. He was looking forward to this strange event, mainly because he thought it would be another hot night with his new friend.
At high speed, the boys raced through the gate and into the village square. A lot of people had organised outdoor tables and there was a small stage decorated with lights and flags.
Tryfon stopped in front of the stage and was greeted by a smiling, elderly man. "Good to see you. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to take some time off. And I see you have brought reinforcements with you." The man smiled at Colin, who was trying to adjust the short-sleeved denim shirt that had almost blown off him in the wind.
"You have to say hello to Grandpa!" Tryfon looked at Colin. "Opa is the whole village's grandfather. He is responsible for both the food and the entertainment, and it is he who has spent weeks on the production of the local wine and our own spirits."
Colin held out a hand and it was received in a strong grip. "I hear you're from Scotland," said the old man. "Tryfon is certainly very excited. He called this morning and talked about his Scottish colleague, his sexy colleague." Tryfon blushed and looked down.
"And I can understand that." Opa put a hand on Colin's shoulder. "You look like a model, young and sexy. The German ladies will keep you busy tonight." Colin didn't answer, just smiled. German ladies weren't what he had looked forward to meeting.
"Now you have to find clothes for the boy." Grandpa continued. "You said Colin is the same size as Gyros, even if Gyros is just a kid." Opa pulled his earlobe. "But I think it will fit him. We must show off that bum of yours, Colin. You'll make them wet, you see! Gyros' costume is very tight around the hips. Show off some flesh and they will cry!"
"Who will cry?" Colin grinned.
"The German ladies!"
"Stop it, Opa. This will be far from a strip show, even if I know you would have loved to strip my friend here!" Tryfon wasn't too happy for the elderly man's direct talk.
"Are we sold out tonight?" Tryfon changed the subject and placed the motorcycle behind the stage.
"Yes, a full house. A German bus and a lot of Swedes and Norwegians, and a large group of Finns too. But we have enough food and plenty to drink." Opa was about to jump from the stage. He moved like a young man even if he probably was nearer to seventy than sixty. He was dressed in his Cretan costume already with high black riding boots. "But we lack a dancer. I hope you will join in, Colin. As I said you will capture the ladies here."
"And probably many of the old men too!" Tryfon placed his eyes at Opa.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm no dancer!" Colin tried to protest, but in vain. He understood that this was already settled.
"You just follow me on stage, Colin. I'm not a dancer either, but we end up with Zorba you know, and then everybody thinks they know that dance. Has the photographer arrived?" Again Tryfon sought the older man's attention.
"You go and look for him. Tell him you and Colin will share tonight! And come with me, son. I will help you with the costume!" Opa grabbed Colin's arm and took him to a shelter behind the stage.
"What's with the photos?" Colin asked.
"We try to earn some money of course, so when the tourists arrive a professional photographer will take pictures of the guests in company with some of the village youngsters. The photos are for sale after the party. Not a good business these days with all the mobile phones, but the youngsters are happy for the pocket money.
"And you want me to assist Tryfon today, cool. I'm a better model than a dancer!" Colin moved inside.
"Stand up here, and let me look at you. We will find a good costume for you!" Opa helped Colin up on a low stool. Opa's fingers were shaking when he unbuttoned the shirt Colin just had put on. Colin did not protest when he was stripped. "Nice! Damn nice!" The man said to himself when he touched Colin's erect nipples. The unexpected sudden touch from the working fingers made Colin whimper.
"Are you ticklish, boy?" Opa teased and used both hands again, harder this time. Colin felt the small devil inside his underwear start to grow.
"No, but I love my nipples being squeezed, so just be hard, sir, if you like to inspect my body before you dress me!" Colin's face was next to Opa's even if he was standing on the stool, He guessed the dark bearded man could be around 190 cm (6ft 3in).
"You allow me a small inspection then?" The man had his trembling hands on Colin's waistband. Before waiting for an answer, he pulled the shorts down very slowly. Colin had been travelling barefoot and now he was naked in front of this Cretan grandfather except for a tight black jock - a traditional jockstrap that left his bum all bare. Colin turned slowly around.
"Oh, Holy Maria!" Opa shouted. Very lightly, he touched Colin's shoulders and turned him around once more. Colin was dripping wet, but he was happy for the black underwear. Opa used two fingers, and slowly, very slowly, he followed Colin's spine from the neck down to his crack.
"Go on, sir. Please, go on." Colin spread his legs just some centimetres more and pushed his bum a bit backwards. Opa licked his two fingers and without hesitation put them deep into Colin's boy-cunt. He knew how to find the `love-button' in there and more pre-cum wet the lad's front. With eyes closed and an electric stream working through his young body, Colin almost fell into the old man's arms.
"What the Hell!" Tryfon shouted. He entered the room with clothes in his arms. "We have to be at the gate in twenty minutes. Keep your hands off the lamb, old wolf! You couldn't wait, eh?"
Colin left the stool and just grinned. The grandpa said nothing.
"Help him now, Opa. I brought Gyros' white boots. They will make you look very innocent, Colin. The black trousers will be tight on you, and the white shirt was handmade by my mum. The red scarf you use as a belt. Will be sexy!" Tryfon and grandpa helped Colin to dress.
"He needs a black sariki," Opa said. "His hair is a dream of curls."
"What's a `sariki'?" Colin asked. He felt a bit stupid because he should have known, but the whole situation was a bit unreal. "Oh yeah!" he added when he suddenly remembered. "That's the headscarf with dots hanging down in your forehead."
"Yes. I have another. I brought you my own. My present for you!" Without shyness in front of his grandfather, Tryfon kissed Colin on his mouth, hot and tight, and Colin did not withdraw.
"You help Colin to put on the sariki, Opa! Make him manly, not a softie. Let him show Cretan pride in front of these tourists. And bring him to the gate soon. We have to make money, okay?" Tryfon turned around and left.
"Jealous!" Opa touched Colin's shoulders. "I think he fancies you, that young horny stallion! Let me put the sariki on you now." He tried to adjust Colin's curly hair and then let it be partly covered by the black net. He folded the ends so that black dots could be seen like a crown around the head.
"Go out and help Tryfon! He's such a great youngster. He cares so much for this village!" The old man had wet eyes.
"And he adores you, Opa. He gets his charm from you, I'm sure!" Colin let his head touch the man's broad chest.
"No need for flirting, son. I think you fancied my fingers!" Opa grinned.
"Not only your fingers, Opa. I would love to have that cock inside me!" Colin lightly groped the bulge in the old man's trousers.
"Hurry now, you know where to find me later on. This barn is my `office' and you can't leave tonight until I have paid you for your service!" Opa pushed Colin out the door and stopped in front of a mirror to adjust his own costume. There was no doubt he had been excited at meeting Tryfon's newest friend.
"I'm almost done, Dad." Colin called Bill at home in Scotland. "I have posed for hundreds of photos, I'm sure, and I helped with serving supper."
"Nothing fancy, but very tasteful. There was chicken, pork and lamb, great salads, and plenty of red wine."
"And yes, yes, raki as much as you want. The Norwegian aquavit Olav brought you is a kids' drink compared with the local raki. How strong? 60% I guess, could kill a horse! Not my drink, you know!"
"And I have been dancing, you wouldn't believe it. I'm all wet, crazy. They are really entertaining, and they seem to like it, a real party. Both Tryfon, my friend, and Opa, his grandfather, lead the dance."
"Yes, we ended with the Zorba. You should have been here, Daddy. Hundreds more or less aroused tourists tried to dance. I have never been groped by so many old women."
"No, no, I will take you to the Zorba beach, Daddy and then we will dance naked in the moonlight, and you, only you will make love to me afterwards."
"True! True! See you Sunday, okay! I have promised to meet Opa in his office. He wants to pay me for my services, he said!"
"Don't be jealous, Dad. I remember. Goodnight!"
Opa lowered an old-fashioned wooden bar to close the entrance to his private shelter. Tryfon just grinned when he tried to open the door. "Let the old man have his fun. Colin will love his timber-hard cock," he said to himself and went back to the outdoor kitchen.
Colin was already in the nude. He had been dripping with sweat after the dancing in the sunshine and the high afternoon temperature. Now he was happy for the cold shower in the corner of the room. He used some old-fashioned hard soap and some got into his eyes. Through tears, he saw the naked old man like a giant. The black beard and the grey body hair suited a man in his seventies. Tryfon had told him that Opa just had celebrated his 75th birthday.
Colin tried to get some better sight. The man's cock was a giant's as well, pointing straight forward above two huge hanging balls and a forest of grey pubic hair. The cockhead was shining free and the man was dripping of sweat like Colin.
"May I give you a hand, son. Maybe you could wash my back as well!" Opa spoke English with a dramatic accent.
"I'll wash any party of your great body, sir, and I hope you continue your inspection from this afternoon. I was hard more than once during our show hoping that you would fuck me." Colin made room for the man who in a way invited to be groped by young hands.
"But I thought you were into younger cocks. You must have seen Tryfon checking you out." Opa had started to wash Colin's back with his big hands, and soon he continued on the golden globes and the crack between. The sexy youngster spread his legs and hoped Opa would do what he really loved in a shower - one hand's finger play inside his boy-cunt cunt while the other hand played from behind with his cock and balls, tugging the tiny cock down almost until breaking point. Colin moaned in lust and was afraid that he would cum too fast. To avoid that he turned around and started to wash the elderly body, ending with full hand and soap service for his cock and balls.
"How do you want me, sir? You want me to suck you?" Colin was about to kneel.
"I'm very old-fashioned!" Opa smiled. "Either I fuck you from behind, or what I would prefer, you ride me."
"Just like what Uncle George likes," Colin thought. "You have some cream, Opa? Your cock is huge and I'm tight you see." He tried to play more innocent than usual.
"You think you are the first dancer to be rewarded in here?" Opa grinned. "You are probably the sexiest, and you have the tightest entrance I've ever seen. You think you can manage this tool?" Opa slapped his stiff cock with open hand. "I have grease, plenty!" He almost lifted Colin, still wet, and carried him to a sort of leather stool in the back of the room. He sat down, or more correctly, lay down with spread legs and the huge cock, 25 cm (almost 10 inches) long and very thick, pointing upwards. On the floor beside him was a huge tub of lube.
"For pleasure and joy!" Opa grinned.
"Maybe you are not into sucking, but I hope you will taste my boy-cunt. You have just washed me, even deep inside." Colin climbed onto the man without waiting for an answer. He knelt over Opa's face and opened his clean and smooth arsecrack.
"My God!" was the last expression Colin heard before the tongue started to play with his rosebud. The old man's lips and tongue were rough, very rough.
"Yes, yes, more please, just be hard, lick inside please. Please!" Colin wriggled like a worm and Opa formed his tongue like a small dick and penetrated him. At the same time, he used his rough fingers to twist Colin's sore nipples. Opa's nipple play with him in the shower using a small towel made of burlap had made the nipples dark red and swollen. Colin was about to cum again. He let his body glide down Opa's wet body.
"Let me ride you now, but I'd love you to be the real man. Fuck me from underneath please and don't be light. I know you are an old-fashioned warrior, sir. Show me please, make me cum. My balls are almost blue after the dance and your treatment with that hard soap!" Colin placed his feet beside the man who used fingers to add lube inside his boy-cunt. Opa placed some grease on his cock as well and Colin did his best to make the hard cock glisten.
Colin used both hands to spread his buttocks, before he opened his cunt and lowered his body down towards the spear. He waited some seconds and felt the tip of the glans near his cunt.
"No mercy, you said, son!" Opa lifted his body from the chair and filled the lad to the brim. A surprised Colin met the man and he screamed because the sudden pain was more that he had believed possible. The man was huge and the foreplay hadn't been very deep or very long.
"You okay, boy?" Opa stopped and placed his hands on Colin's shoulders.
"Aye, aye, just let me get familiar with your monster, and please go on. Do it again, just the same, sir!" Colin lifted his body and felt the huge cock penetrate him again. "Yes, yes, go on now, I'll meet you sir, meet you!" Colin was riding like a real stallion. He was sweating and the old man was sweating as well. Colin was a bit unhappy. He knew he wold spunk off soon, and he hadn't given the man some real value, but he couldn't hold back.
"I'm cumming sir, sorry sir, cumming, cumming!" He sent his white milk into the air without touching his dick. The boy-milk dripped down Opa's legs and some spots hit the floor in front of them. Opa roared, but he didn't stop the fucking. He rose from the chair and pulled Colin rather brutally into a doggy position in front of him.
"You take more, young man. Nor dead yet, are you?" Again he found Colin's arse and his nipples and did just what Colin had told him. He was a tough man, and he wanted to show the boy who was in command.
After some minutes Colin was fully hard again, and when Opa stopped and rotated against his prostate, he started to drip slime down onto the floor. Opa collected some and used it on Colin's nipples. He added spit and then made the lad shiver with tit-torture. "Yes, yes, again, more!" Colin shouted. He tried to use his arse muscles and he managed to squeeze the intruder.
"Holy Maria, I'm there, there. Heaven!" Opa trembled and filled Colin with his man-cream. Again and again he erupted. Colin felt his body giving the man the answer he wanted. He found his wet cock with a hard grip and wanked himself to a second orgasm. He managed to turn from the chair just when the first jet flew from his young cock. Opa grinned when the jets hit his hairy body. "Good job, son! A really good job!" That was the last Colin heard before he let his body fall back onto the leather stool. He was exhausted.
To be continued