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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 8 (Asgeir and Qi)
The sun was already high in the sky when Bill awoke on the Sunday morning. The morning lover had had a playful night and he was still feeling high. On his left side lay his usual companion, snoring gently with his face almost buried in Bill's armpit. On his right he had a lad closer to his own size that also tried to curl up against him. Kenny had an arm resting on Bill's hairy chest as if trying to hold him back in bed.
Bill looked for the thin duvet. It had disappeared during the night. He guessed that the lads beside him tried to seek his body heat because the temperature in the room was rather low in this early hour of the morning.
Without moving too much, Bill tried to lift Kenny's arm. He smiled when he looked at the two youngsters. Colin had his normal morning erection which was touching Bill's upper leg. Kenny was sleeping with his half-hard dick resting upwards. Bill knew that the weapon would be ready for renewed service at the lightest touch. In a teasing morning mood Bill let two fingers touch the naked sword. Seconds later there were three rock-hard cocks in the Sunday morning bed.
"I have to piss," Bill thought. "And these lads will be asking for breakfast as soon as they have done their morning business." He managed to get out of bed, found the duvet on the floor, and covered the two sleeping youngsters. Colin changed from his light snoring to a sound that reminded Bill of a happy cat. Kenny's arm that had previously covered Bill's chest now lay across Colin's upper body.
The coffee was ready and the bacon was about to fry when Bill heard two splashing and joking youngsters in the bathroom. Minutes later they hurried downstairs in the bathrobes they had used the day before. Bill hugged them both. "No hangover this morning?" he asked with a grin.
He got two bright smiles back. "A lot of exercise last night. We burned a lot of calories, Dad. All fossil-free!" Colin was pouring coffee.
"You think I could have a glass of cold milk, sir? That's my usual morning drink, you see," Kenny said.
"Just help yourself from the fridge, son. I guess Colin will want some juice?" Bill looked at the nodding Colin.
"What's your plan for today, guys?" Bill asked. All three were well satisfied after a nice filling breakfast.
"We're going for a jog, Dad. You might come with us perhaps?" Colin asked. "I thought about showing Kenny the surroundings. Long time since I've been up the Bunker Hill and there's a good view from there."
"You go on, kids. Too much of a climb for me! I think I'll use the morning to reply to Mr Reynard. He will be curious about your reaction, Colin." Both guys helped Bill to clean the table.
"Your decision, Dad. Tell him no publicity, none whatsoever, and the raw material is ours, Dad. Stress that, please." Colin followed Kenny upstairs, and then he turned back to the kitchen. He found Bill and whispered, "You were great last night, Daddy. We don't need cams to make porn, do we?" Bill blushed, and gave his son a wet kiss.
"And our love is not for sale!" Colin ended the embracement. "Please tell Monsieur Reynard to cut the scene from our bedroom. He will keep a copy for his own entertainment anyway. Makes up for many blue pills, don't you think?" Colin hurried upstairs where he met Kenny who was ready for jogging.
"A wonderful view up here, I think!" Colin bent over the stone wall which had been built during the last war. "You can see the sea out there to the left, and the Isle of Arran on a clear day." Colin struggled to get his normal breathing back after the uphill run. As always Kenny had pushed him but Colin was the best stayer. Now he was breathless. Kenny coughed just behind him.
"You have the Brickwall Estate down there!" Colin pointed. "And all the farmland around. If you look to the south, and far behind the church tower you can see our street. I love this view when the weather is dry like today."
"Yes, I love this view, Kiddo!" Kenny squeezed Colin's round globe. He giggled like a girl. "But I love this part even more!" Kenny made a grip around the other buttock. "And I love the moist valley." Kenny let a finger follow Colin's arse-crack inside his thin jogging-shorts. Colin trembled from Kenny's teasing. Now he was standing close behind the shorter guy.
"Have you ever been fucked up here, Kiddo?" Kenny whispered.
"No, not fucked, but there's been plenty of action up here over the years. It was the scout leader's favourite place. You can survey all directions, you know." Colin did not turn away from the view even if Kenny now worked his erect nipples.
"How many viewers do you have when you are fucked on stage, baby?" Kenny whispered again. Colin had told his buddy about his private shows while the two had jogged side by side out of town.
"Twelve last time," Colin answered.
"How many people live in this town?" Kenny asked.
"Almost 8,000, as far as I know!" Colin moaned when Kenny squeezed his balls with one hand, and wanked his little stiffy with the other.
"Would you like to be fucked in front of all eight thousand, Kiddo?" Kenny bit Colin's earlobe.
"Aye, if I could find a partner that wasn't so damn shy!" Colin spread his legs and bent forward placing his upper body on the top of the stone wall.
The shy guy stripped off his own shorts before he took care of Colin's. He let the sweaty, rock-hard cock follow `the valley'. Colin spread his legs even more and lifted his hips. He was ready for one actor in front of his hometown.
"Go on, buddy. Be my stallion. Ride me, please. Be my master!" Colin encouraged his jogging partner. "I'm ready. I greased up at home, you see!"
"So you planned to get fucked, Kiddo! Quite slutty today, eh?" Kenny spat in his open hand and moistened his long dick. Then he spat again and put two fingers into the waiting lad in front of him. He knew how to find Colin's love knot and he rotated his fingers inside. Colin lifted one leg like a dog and placed it on the stone wall beside his arm. He was as open as he could be.
"I missed our morning fuck, Kenny. Dad was waiting!" Colin pushed back and met the 26 cm (10 inch) circumcised cock breaking through his sphincter. As always, he let Kenny rest a few seconds when he had bottomed him. Kenny used one hand to make a tight tunnel for Colin's cock. Then he started to move, first slowly, then wilder. Colin tried to calm down. He wanted this moment to last. To be fucked up here on the highest point above his hometown, by his straight roomy who looked upon Colin as a combination of little brother and girlfriend, was a dream.
"Slow down Kenny, please. I want to drink your boy-milk today, all of it. Please, please." Colin's begging made Kenny to go on, even harder, but Colin lifted his body forward and turned around. The long cock filled Colin's mouth and the super-horny stud forced the cock down his throat. With tears and spit, he let his friend finish.
"Take it! Fuck, take it! Fuck, fuck!" Kenny shouted. He withdrew from the throat, but let his cock stay inside Colin's mouth when he started his eruption. Again, and again, he filled Colin's mouth with spunk and the lad swallowed every single drop. In the end Colin used his tongue and lips to clean the greased beauty.
Kenny was still wild when he lifted the smaller guy and placed him on top of the stonewall. "Let the whole town see your speciality!" Kenny teased. He gave Colin's cock some light spanks, and then some harder spanks! Colin placed his hands on his hips, pushed his cock forward, and jerked his inner body with his own trained arse muscles.
"I'm cumming, Kenny. Take it, take it. I'm cumming!" Hands-free he shot his load and hit his friend's body, face and mouth. Without a hand on his pulsing dick, he drenched his smiling buddy.
Kenny let Colin calm down a bit, and then he helped him to catch all the spunk from his own body. Together they shared the youngster's morning milk.
The two athletes found their shorts and were standing with arms around each other when they heard a noise as if from another world. They turned around and saw the rusty bunker-door open slowly. The noise came from the ungreased hinges. A man in jogging gear entered the platform beside them.
"Fuck!" Kenny said.
"Damn!" was Colin's likewise intelligent comment.
"Hi guys! Nice day!" The fair-haired man in his mid-forties came forward. "Sorry to disturb you."
"How could you get inside, sir?" Colin asked. "It's been heavily locked up from the wartime. I've never seen it open."
"Well, we have a key down at the estate and I was curious," the man commented.
Kenny was standing in the background, blushing. His eyes were not meeting the man who suddenly had a big smile. He gave Colin his hand.
"You must be Colin. I've heard about you. I'm Asgeir, the new horse manager at the estate. I'm replacing my cousin Torgeir who has gone back to Iceland." The tall man had a firm handshake. Kenny met him the same way. He even managed a shy smile.
Colin was not upset by this man knowing all about him. If anything he was rather offensive. "So you're the Icelandic the local newspaper called Mr Ragnarson." Colin smiled. "I guess your father is Ragnar then. Asgeir Ð your parents must have wished you well, naming you after both a god and the spear of a warrior Ð really something, eh?" Colin was deep into his area of academic study. The man was the one to be confused now.
Colin looked the man up and down. His bulge was impressive and so were his upper arm muscles. "How do you know my name, sir?" Colin asked.
The man hesitated and stammered a bit. "Eh, Mr. Granville has talked about you, and I saw your car in the garage the other day." The man was clearly uncertain about how much to reveal.
"Could you show us inside, sir? I've never been into this bunker even though I've been up here quite often during the last five years." Colin was teasing now. He was sure Asgeir Ragnarson was not alone. He had seen a shadow passing the open-air valve when the door was opened.
"Qi! Colin and his friend want to see the bunker. Is that okay?" Asgeir shouted. A blushing Chinese guy was seen in the entrance.
"Hey Qi. No need to hide, my friend. Kenny and I are just up here for the nice view. And you are giving Asgeir some guiding assistance, I guess." Colin felt sorry for the 22-year-old junior butler and chauffeur from the Brickwall Estate, a lad he had met on many occasions.
Colin and Kenny entered the room, 4x4 metres in size, and looked around. The smell told of its history, both new and old.
"Thank you, guys. We'd better get back to town. I guess you guys will take the direct path home." Colin grinned. "Nice to meet you, Asgeir. And good to see you again, Qi. See you around!"
Asgeir went out first. Qi was suddenly very close to Colin and whispered, "Please don't tell Mr Granville, Colin! Please!"
Colin gave the Asian lad a broad smile. "Good to have some secrets, eh?" He hurried outside.
"Did they see our small show, Kiddo?" Kenny asked when the two started their fast run downhill.
"I hope they did. You were great, Kenny. I'm sure young Qi got a horse-cock today too!" He tried to be the first in the race downhill.
Colin was hungry as a wolf when he entered the kitchen after a shower. Kenny had just phoned. He would be back from Mr Morrison in a few minutes. His car was fixed.
"Have you met Brickwall's new horse-manager, Dad? He was at Bunker Hill with Qi this morning." Colin emptied a bottle of sparkling water. He was still warm after the morning's exercise.
"Aye, I met him at the pub last week. He'd just arrived, I think." Bill went on preparing some salad to accompany the pies that would soon ready to be served.
"Quite a hunk that Asgeir!" Colin commented.
Bill rolled his eyes. "Be careful. Rumours say that his predecessor had to leave after an orgy in the barn up there, something with ropes and stuff."
"Isn't that a common Brickwall Estate occurrence?" Colin grinned. A car was heard in the gravel outside. He changed the topic. "Any news from Reynard about my private shows?"
"He will offer us two alternative weekends. The first show will be at a private residence south-west of Paris owned by a previousÉcustomer." Bill smiled. "Reynard was satisfied with your decision regarding the teaser tape."
"My decision? You're my manager, Daddy. Are you happy with this?" Colin smiled and went to look for Kenny.
"I am, son. Reynard said that Kasim had found me sexy!" Bill grinned. Now Colin rolled his eyes.
"Hurry up, Kenny. Clean up your oily hands as lunch is almost ready!" Colin followed a shirtless Kenny upstairs.
"How was Mr Morrison today? You had to pay him the usual way?" Colin punched his friend's arm muscle.
"The man is growing old, Kiddo. But he's a marvellous rimmer! My ass is sore from his tongue-play!" Kenny hurried into the bathroom.
"Do we have some more of the African cream, Dad? Kenny needs some for his baby-bum," Colin shouted.
"Please set the table, Colin. I'll take care of the kid's butt!" Bill hurried upstairs.
The three had a lazy afternoon. Bill had apparently been reading a Sunday magazine, but the reality was that he had taken a nap on the sofa. The two youngsters had been playing some of Colin's old computer games, and been as kid-like as two young students could be. The temperature and the action increased and Colin stripped off his t-shirt. Soon afterwards Kenny got rid of his clothes too. He even stripped off his shorts. At last the two were dressed just in small sport jocks. Teasing and joking made the game move from the screen to reality. Soon the two were play-fighting and wrestling on the sofa, until they fell down on the floor and continued the game.
"Why don't you two move to the playroom instead of tearing down the house?" Bill was back to life from his upside-down magazine. "Show Kenny some of the positions we plan for the bdsm show in a few weeks. I'll join you soon, just want to find some suitable clothes.
"Why can't we see you in the loincloth we borrowed from Anton?" Colin said. "We had planned to hand it back to him this morning, but he's out of town. Hope you will thank him for us!"
Colin and Kenny hurried into the play-room. A strange pillory was the only new item since Kenny's last visit. An old wooden pole went from the floor almost to the ceiling. Chains were bolted to the pole. One of the chains ended in a metal collar with a padlock, while the other chains ended in handcuffs.
"This strange pillory is from outside a Norwegian stave church. It's a Viking thrall collar," Colin told Kenny. "If you had raped a girl and couldn't pay the fine, or if you had committed minor sins, you were placed here for shame. The congregation was allowed to punish you but only the police were allowed to use a whip. Being spat on was probably as humiliating as caning."
"I have `raped' you today, and I have no money, Kiddo," Kenny said. "So maybe you have to lock me up."
The naked Kenny went up to the pole and placed his back to the wood. Colin cuffed both hands to the chains and then placed the collar around Kenny's neck. By choosing the length of the chain, you could give the prisoner the possibility to move, but not sit down. You could also tighten the chains so that the poor devil was almost strangled. Kenny got reasonable freedom.
Kenny was a miserable sight when Bill entered the playroom dressed in Anton's Tarzan uniform.
"How are you, boy? Do you confess your sins?" Bill tried to sound serious. He went up to Kenny and played with his body. He teased his nipples, he stroked his buttocks, and he leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
"I heard a story from the man who sold me this." Bill grinned. "A young man was punished with a 24 hour stay, and since he was a servant he had to stay naked. After some hours, and when people had left him alone, a new born calf came up and started to suck him. In the beginning the boy was happy and gave the calf his milk, but after many hours and many calf-meals he fainted in the chains. He was found by the clerk who thought the boy was punished enough, and released him."
"What happened to the calf?" Kenny grinned too.
"The storyteller didn't say!" Bill looked at Colin. "We have a calf here, haven't we? Go on now, get your milk!" The calf on the floor was easy to ask. Soon the master sucker knelt in front of the prisoner and got him back for the `rape' at the hill-top in the morning.
Kenny had his first orgasm in the playroom. He howled like a beaten prisoner. Colin swallowed the first shots but kept some spunk in his mouth. He played with the cum, and creamed it, before he stood on his toes and fed the prisoner some of his own milk.
"Your turn, kid!" Bill placed Colin in the collar after letting Kenny go. Bill had to change the length of the chain or Colin could have been strangled.
Suddenly Bill changed his attitude. Very serious, he looked at Colin and then at Kenny. "Never, ever leave a guy alone in something like this. This is for play - only play - guys. Nothing else. You take care, okay. No stupidity?"
"Now back to action, Kenny. See if you can stop the pre-cum dripping from this kid. You have a soft weapon here." He handed Kenny a cock-whip. Kenny hesitated. "I know you are not into this business, Kenny, but Colin will tell you what to do!" Bill winked at his son. "Go on!"
"Tease my nipples with it, Kenny, please. Just hit my stiff one hard enough to make me yell. Come on!" Colin put on a very suffering face.
"Bad acting, son! Be hard with him Kenny, beat him!" Bill played with his own manhood, just partly covered by Anton's loin-cloth. Kenny increased the intensity. Colin's chest was turning red.
"Look at his dick. He loves your treatment. He's dripping pre-cum. Let me taste!" Bill leaned forward and used his tongue to lick the glans. Colin whined at the rough treatment.
"Hit my balls, Kenny, and let the whip play with the cock. Make me cum, please buddy. Make me give you my dessert, please, please." Colin pushed his hips forward and let Kenny hit him with the whip. The stiff cock soon turned dark red and the balls shrunk.
"Harder! Do it harder, Kenny! I need to cum. I must. I must! Please suck me, Kenny. Eat me!" Colin's eyes were wild. Kenny handed the cock-whip to Bill and knelt down in front of his friend. The signals from Colin were very clear. He wanted the cock inside Kenny's lips. At the same time Bill went up to Colin and put the handle of the cock-whip into his mouth.
"Suck it, son! Prepare it for your tiny cunt!" Bill commanded. With one hand he spread Colin's buttocks. Bill then spat on the handle and used it like a dildo in Colin's open tunnel. Colin whined, arse-fucked by his dad, and sucked by Kenny.
Colin tried not to cum. He wanted this crazy excitement to last. He couldn't remember the last time he was so horny. When Bill used his free hand to squeeze the nipples, Colin had to loosen the muscles he had locked around the backdoor intruder. The problem was that beside controlling his cumming he also had to control his need to pee. He had been close for a long time now.
Bill rotated the whip-handle and Kenny tried to swallow the active cock.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "Take it, buddy, take it. I'm cumming!" He closed his eyes, pulled his head backwards and breathed through his open mouth. The first spurt hit Kenny's palate and so did the second. The untrained cum-eater had to swallow, but when he closed his mouth, the rest of the white shots landed on Kenny's face and head.
The white eruption had just ended when the yellow stream started. The still stiff cock spread the pee around. "Move, Kenny, or I'll piss you down!" Colin shouted.
"Let it go! Give me your golden juice, sweet as honey, Kiddo!" Kenny let Colin drench him. It wasn't the first time the two had been involved in piss-games, but Kenny was usually the giver. He felt a bit miserable when he looked at Bill.
The situation made Bill leave the handle like a tail in Colin's arse. The horny man pulled off the loin-cloth and showed Kenny an already lubed cock. His plan had been to fuck the boys in the swing, but the event in the `thrall collar' had been very exciting.
"Bend down, Kenny. Embrace Colin's hot body and spread your legs. Wide, boy, wide! Give me room and push back." He spanked Kenny's buttocks with an open hand. "Don't pinch like a virgin, boy! I've fucked you before, open up!" Bill watched the hairy rosebud loosen and made a fast entrance inside. The action was followed by a howl from Kenny.
"Easy Daddy, easy! My straight prince is used to smaller toys up his arse!" The locked-up Colin grinned. In a pond of cooling liquid Kenny got his rear entry filled up. He was suddenly silent.
"You okay, Kenny dear?" Bill caressed the body with caring hands.
"I'm ready, sir! Okay if I do like Kiddo?" Without waiting he started to empty his bladder. The strange contraction made Bill re-start his pounding, hard and rhythmically. Every time Bill was fully inside, Kenny moaned gently, but soon Bill increased the speed. Bill bowed as if he rested on the youngster's back. Then he found Kenny's balls with one hand and his cock with the other.
"You do the job, Kenny. Please yourself and please me," Bill whispered. Kenny went on. He fucked Bill's hands while he moved up and down on the spear that filled him. After just some minutes Kenny started to whine like a girl. Without a word he filled Bill's cupping hands with his second spunking that Sunday afternoon. The new contraction helped Bill over the edge too. With a smile from Colin, Bill filled up his son's straight roommate.
Kenny hadn't yet managed to rise when Colin shouted again. "Wank me, Kenny. Please wank me. I'm cumming again. I'm cumming!" Colin's this time clearer liquid streamed down Kenny's hands. The two shared the result with tongues and lips. Still close together the two were hit by a cold water jet. Bill used a water hose to spray the youngsters who howled like pigs.
The short action ended. "Unlock him, Kenny. You find all you need by the shower Ð even warm water!" Bill grinned. He continued to clean the floor.
Monday afternoon, and the weather was brilliant. Colin dressed in a tight white singlet and a blue high-cut running shorts was outside Professor Thomsen's building just on time. Colin looked at his watch. He knew his new teacher was a man of punctuality. Almost within seconds the professor met his young student on the pavement. Dressed in a singlet like Colin's, and wearing tight black compression gear, he looked much younger than his late thirties. The huge bulge in the tight gear caught Colin's attention.
"Do I have your approval?" Professor Thomsen grinned.
Colin blushed. "I've never tried those compression shorts." He tried to excuse his staring. "Must be tough on your nuts, sir." Colin grinned back.
"Not bad, young man. Controls your tool, you know?" The man ran off in front of his student into the park. Soon they were close to the river. Side by side they jogged along the riverbank Ð an odd couple Ð the tall bearded man that moved very gracefully despite being muscular and the very light-running swimmer beside him, twenty cm (8 inches) shorter in height.
"I was very happy with our discussion today, Colin. I hope you will assist me at the university's open day on Saturday. We have room for some new students in our class." Mr Thomsen turned to Colin while continue running.
"So I'll be your bait, sir!" Colin sent a smile back. He was very happy. "I'm very pleased, sir. I have planned to stay in town for the weekend, so of course I'll accompany you Ð an honour, sir!
"First to the top, sir!" Colin accelerated.
"First to strip for a tan!" Professor Thomsen followed lightly.
To be continued