Highland Games
Cajuncock
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I'd been invited to the games in Scotland by a good friend and my boss. We were not strangers to each , other. In fact, he'd seduced me shortly after my arrival at the university for my year of study. Over a few pints he'd hinted that he found me attractive. We added some shots to the strong stout we'd been drinking since dinner. I ended up drunk at his flat not far from my university lodgings. I must admit that I'd found his easy manner and rough good looks attractive. Needless to say he had me naked and in his bed quickly. He was a muscled blond man, about 35. His blond bush sparkled in the dim candle light. We'd kept seeing each other for some months while I studied literature. Winter turned to spring and he invited me to his parents' place to attend the games. It was not a cottage as he had described it. It was a full fledged stone castle fortress. He had both of us set up at an end of the main lodge away from the others. His "old" servant, really young man of about 20, was lodged near us in the tower. The rooms were warmed by only fireplaces. A crude shower bath had been fashion from a small closet. Roy, the boy, was a bright red head whose body showed that he was no stranger to hard work. He carried a pile of logs up to our room with ease. As he bent to arrange the logs in the fireplace his kilt shifted to reveal his naked ass. My friend, Stan, swatted the boy's exposed his ass eliciting a laugh. It was quite obvious that they had shared many nights together. Stan informed me on the train trip us that we'd be expected to dress as Scots, wearing kilts. Roy laid out an elaborate set for me and stood waiting to watch us dress. I could see his tented hard cock under his own work kilt.
I fumbled with the yards of material not knowing how anyone managed to wear such a thing. Both men laughed at my useless efforts. Roy said "Aye lad let me help ye." Stan watched as the young man, moved over to my naked body and knelt in front of me. Seeing the red headed man kneeling there had my cock at full mast instantly. Stan yelled out from the chair where he sat "Roy, The man seems to have needs that must be addressed first. Can ye help the lad?" Roy, having been given permission, raised his face to look at me for approval. I just nodded my head. The boy eager sucked my cock into his warm mouth, He was no new comer to the task.
Stan moved over behind the boy and lifted the rear of his kilt. Roy moaned as he knew of what was to come. Stan knelt behind the man's exposed rear and leaned in to kiss the man's hole lavishing it with his spit. He raised up to say "It's the wee lad's sweetest spot?" Roy moaned with my cock deep in his mouth as Stan returned to the task. I looked on astonished that such a brute of a man was going to soon be penetrated by Stan's large uncut tool. Stan raised up tossing his kilt aside and aimed at the now wet hole. He looked up at me smiling and whispered "You must try some fine Scottish ass while you're here." He plowed into the hole all the way to his balls. Roy grunted but kept servicing my cock. The sight of the young man taking the large thick pink cock soon brought my own climax. I pulled away and stood beside the two rutting men. I reached under to twist the boy's exposed nipples. He moaned saying " Yes sir, make me feel so good."
Stan pulled away from the opened hole and pushed me in his place. He slapped my ass forcing my cock into the well used hole. Roy yelled out "Yes, give me some of your Yankee cock please!" Stan laughed saying "The lad has been busy with the American airman at the base. We'll meet some of them at the games and the pub afterwards. Stan moved to stand over the boy's back . His legs were on each side of the boy's body. His cock was now in my face. I opened and swallowed the magnificent tool to the root as my fucking increased.
Soon we all reached the moment we'd waited for. Stan shot his load into my mouth. Roy yelled and his load shot on the wooden floor. The pressure of his gripping ass muscles brought on my own orgasm. We all fell to the floor in an exhausted heap. Roy laughed saying "Welcome to the highlands sir. I promise that you will enjoy the games tomorrow." Stan snickered, "Ah, you'll enjoy the games and the party after with all those American flyboys."
Dinner that night with Stan's family and guests was excellent aided by the never empty glasses and stories of the old days. I was well prepared for bed by the end of the night. Stan and I climbed the stone stairs to our room with Roy's help. Stan made love to me again with Roy's help before I fell asleep.
The next day was bright and sunny. I could hear a lone piper off in the distance. Roy brought us a hearty breakfast and helped me again dress in the family tartan. We walked across fields to the site of the games. I saw many handsome men in solid blue kilts and tight white t-shirts. Roy pointed out a few telling me the solid tartans were the US airmen. He also snickered that he liked their cut cocks. Stan had entered the curling contests. Some of the airmen had entered many of the games. Thirst was quenched with an ample supply of stout served by the local pubs.
At the end of the games awards were handed out with a few to the winning airmen. I admired their toned bodies. During the party after the games fiddlers played and many men twirled around in their kilts to reveal that they were wearing the garment in the traditional way, naked under the kilts. Stan nudged me into the back room of the local pub for a kiss. The room was dark but I could hear other men kissing and moaning. The familiar sound of skin slapping on kiss was also in the room. Stan lifted the front of his kilt pushing me down onto his rampant weapon. I bent over to suck. As I did another pair of hands lifted the rear of my kilt to get access to my behind. Rough hands pulled my ass cheeks open and a wet tongue lavished my exposed hole. I moaned at the sudden invasion. Stan pulled me up for a kiss and whispered, "Some of the flyboys must be hungry."
Ok that's the start of the party. But the pub will soon sound final call and the party will move to the barn.