The Scotsman by ZebraBob
~Please remember to play safe folks!~
Back in my 20's, while cruising my favorite gay bar I met a big brawny doorman wearing a kilt. I was immediately taken with him as he seemed the epitome of true Scottish manliness, he had the accent along with bushy mustache, knee high socks and a wonderful coating of ruddy fur. I wasn't the only one chatting him up throughout the night but I made sure keep catching him alone and he was as big a flirt as I was. As closing time came up, I saw him shooing away some little twink as I made my way thru the thinning crowd to see him one last time. I'd barely walked up to him when he just said to follow him and he walked out the back door he'd been standing by all night long. Once I was out on the back patio with him, he let the door close behind us and then he led me towards the back fence. He unlocked the gate and ushered me inside before closing that door behind us too. It was an open storage area filled with various additions for the indoor stage and he walked around some stacked platforms before turning around and taking me into his arms. He was as strong as a lumberjack and while I wasn't lacking in the strength department, I was just putty in his hands...well, most of me was putty. His lips tasted of beer and cigar which just increased my lust as our tongues battled for several minutes and our hands roamed over each other`s body. His big hand groped my crotch and he said that he was glad I was already excited as he'd been thinking of getting me alone all night long. It was a cool night but I didn't feel any chill as he stripped off my shirt and then my jeans until I stood there in just my socks. He took a moment to check out my naked six foot frame, his eyes lighting up as he saw my hard seven and a half inches of dick meat and big balls. Without a word the Scotsman squatted down before me and engulfed my dick with his mouth, swallowing my thick dick to the balls in one stroke. After enjoying himself with my dick in his suctioning mouth, he spun me around and pried my asscheeks apart before shoving his face in my ass, rimming my hole with his strong and determined tongue. I was in ecstasy as he tongue fucked my asshole while groping my cum filled balls, that bushy mustache of his scratching and tickling my tender flesh at the same time.
I was sorry to feel him pull his tongue from my ass and stand up, but he did plug my hole with one of his thick fingers to ease my remorse. I was a bit surprised when he asked me if he could fuck my ass, I thought at that point that it was apparent that I was up for anything he wanted to do, but I didn't hesitate to tell him that I was all his. He leaned against me, nibbling on my ear and nipping at my neck when he said that he needed to piss first and then asked if I'd be his target. Fuck, but he was pushing all of my buttons and not just the one up my ass with his finger. I'd enjoyed pissing on myself during jerk off sessions but hadn't had anyone hose me down before. He could have wanted to piss up my ass and I would have said yes.
Barely noticing the cold concrete beneath my knees, I eagerly waited for my Scotsman to lift his kilt and take aim at me. The age old question of what a Scotsman wear under his kilt was finally answered as he pulled the hem of his kilt up and revealed a cock right out of my deepest fantasies. The hairy man was indeed hung like a horse with a set of balls to match his length and thickness. My mouth watered as I realized he was also uncut, a rarity in my many encounters and a very pleasant surprise. Oh how I wanted to just start sucking on his big cock, but I also wondered if I could actually fit him in my mouth or even my ass, but either way I was going to try my best to give that Scotsman a memorable time.
He wasn't kidding about needing to piss as it seemed he turned on a fire hose and had me drenched in hot piss in seconds with more and more to follow. Pinching the thick foreskin closed over the head of his dick, the flesh swelled up until he released his grip and a gushing flood of piss splashed against me. I opened my mouth and he aimed his stream to fill me up and then telling me to swallow it before doing it again. As the stream began to wane, the Scotsman fit the head of his dick into my mouth and let me drink down the rest. I couldn't take much of his big cock as it began to swell to full mast, but I was able to relax enough and take a little more of it before he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and instructed me to bend over the nearby wooden crate. He fingered my ass for bit, adding a second and then third thick finger to open my hole up enough for his cock, all the while telling me how I was going to love him fucking my ass.
I wasn't kept waiting long when he removed his fingers and placed the head of his hard dick to my hole and slowly applied pressure. It took some effort, but with plenty of spit and determination that fat head of his cock began it's journey up my ass. He'd push in and then back out just a bit before going back in a little deeper as my stretched hole hung on to his fat shaft for dear life. It seemed to take an eternity as more and more of his horse cock dug it's way up my ass until he announced that I only had the last two inches left and I pressed my ass back, sinking onto his shaft and feeling his soft, curly pubes tickling my butt.
The Scotsman let his fat pole soak in my ass, feeling my inner ass muscles adjusting to his intrusion. I was the one that started sliding up and down his shaft, that big cockhead scraping my inner walls and sending tremors of pure pleasure coursing thru my body. When he started to thrust in and out I was lost in the sheer bliss of that big cock fucking me so deep. Speeding up, his cock caused my ass to spasm, massaging his length and building up my body's need for release. Without warning, that big cock slamming my prostate in it's coming and going tripped the release of my bladder and that horny Scotsman fucked the piss right on out of me. When he realized what was happening he just speeded up and slammed my hole harder. Pumping my hole with his cock, my dick squirted jet after jet of piss, much to the Scotsman's and my delight. With his hairy balls slapping my ass, the Scotsman told me that he was getting close to cumming and I told him to let me have it, to give me every drop of cum in his balls. He was fucking me so hard, my erection kept slapping against my belly and I could feel my orgasm building with every thrust of his cock. He reached around with one hand and tugged on my nipple, sending the final signal to my balls to fire their load and I moaned out loud as I shook and quivered, impaled on that Scotsman's cock, blasting fresh, hot cum which landed with a wet splatter against the crate and the ground. The Scotsman let out his own wail of release as that big dick of his flooded my bowels with more hot cum than three men could of produced.
We stood there in the storage area for several minutes, still joined together with that big cock of his balls deep up my asshole while we recovered and caught our breathe. Before withdrawing his cock from my still clutching hole, the Scotsman said that he wasn't through with my ass and after I got dressed I was to wait for him outside the club in my car so we could go back to his place and continue our fun.
It wasn't until we were at his apartment that he told me that there was a security camera overlooking the storage area and the club's manager and one of the bartenders had watched us on the monitor in the office and were on their way over to join us. Before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door and I knew that the night's fun had only begun.