Stirling, Wallace Monument
Hey Dudes,
No warnings or other stuff at the beginning this time. The first four chapters are very clear on warnings and that stuff.
I do want to thank Joel, Lance, and Jason. Especially I want to express greetings to my new advisor in Scotland, John and to my new Scottish editor, Norman. Thanks dudes!
Yeah, its spelled Edinburgh, Thanks, Roony!
So, here goes! Unzip and get it out
When we left off in Chapter 4, we were still at the flat where George and Ian hung out. Brian was in every evening and did George and Ian most nights.
It was time to move on, though. With deep feelings for George, Ian, and Brian, we reluctantly packed our back packs on Saturday and caught the bus for Stirling. I think both of us could have turned around in a heart beat and gone back to the guys for another week, but if we didn't go right then, we never would.
It was Saturday, wasn't it? Bare ass day at the University Pool. On the bus, Hans carefully arranged our sweaters to cover our crotches, and, we rode the whole trip with our hands covering each others bare cocks and balls. My cut offs had a pretty large stain when we got off the bus in Stirling, but I managed to tie the sweater around my waist and cover things until the stain dried.
In Stirling, they told us that a local bus could take us within three miles of the Wallace Monument. (Hey uncut dudes, William Wallace was Brave Heart of the flick of the same name. Yes dudes, flick is movie, flick -- flickers, get it!) There were some hotels and camping grounds near the base of the monument tower.
We took off, and at about 3 P.M. we got to the tall tower that sat on a hill. I don't remember the stats, but the tower had to be at least 200 ,or more, feet tall. We climbed a stairway in the tower and the view was spectacular from the top. It was a big round tower, and at various levels there were rooms with furnishings from olden times. The top of the tower resembled the foreskin of an uncut cock. (I shit you not, uncut dudes! The Brave Heart Tower is really a 240 foot monument to your uncut cocks!)
Hans tried to figure a way for us to stay over night in the Tower. But, there was no way we could figure it, and besides I had to piss like a race horse, much to Hans' annoyance.
When we climbed down the tower and I had pissed in the public rest room, we saw a seedy hotel nearby and headed for it. The "hotel" manager, Hal, apologized for the shape things were in. He told us that they had only been open for a week, and were still sorting things out. He gave us a double room and threw in dinner and breakfast for 10 pounds, each. He and his partner were the only staff. They were both in their early 30s, good looking although a bit thin. There were about half a dozen couples booked in, so it worked out well.
Dinner was Shepard's Pie, etc.. Hans and I each had two pints of ale with dinner, and when the "staff" had cleaned up after dinner, they joined Hans and me in a special sitting room where they broke out a bottle of Glen Livet Scotch Whisky. I was surprised when Hans started taking large swallows of the Whisky, but the other three of us kept up the pace too. It was about 11 PM and we were all drunk as lords. There was a couch where Hans was laying with his pants down, hard cock out, with Hal giving him the blow job of his life. I think I had told you dudes that Hans had a big cock, but Hal had every inch of it in his mouth and throat. Hal was naked and was pulling his own cock while he licked and sucked Hans.
I was about to get angry when Jules started to strip me while he took his own clothes off. When we were both naked, he pushed me down on an overstuffed chair where he sat his naked butt on my lap and started to stroke our hard ons together. He wasn't as good at it as Hans, but I was horney and it felt sooo good! I lasted for a long time. As he stroked us he squeezed our cocks together. We had an almost perfectly matched pair, and he was rubbing the undersides of our cut cocks against one another. Every once in a while Jules would spit on his hand and rub the two cock heads with his spit covered hand. It drove me wild.
I heard Hans give a cry and that brought me back to reality. Why was Hans letting this happen? But, before I could think on it too much, I shot and I'm sure Jules shot too! God! There was cum all over the front of our bods. Jules started licking me clean and it almost felt as good as when he was squeezing our cocks.
There was a long pause, and then I heard Hans call me, "Come on, lover boy. The rest of the night is just for you and me!" Jules and Hal had to get up early, so they left soon. Hans and I got into our pants and took the rest of our clothes up to our room. When we got there, Hans stripped off our pants and led me to one of the beds. There he began by kissing my mouth and putting his hard cock between my upper thighs and pushing in, and then almost out. When he was about to come, that was it for me. I thrust myself up into my gentle giant, and we shot our loads again and again. Afterwards I was thinking of his love. There were some questions, though. Why had Hans let us get split up for sex with Hal and Jules. He didn't usually do any heavy drinking. we had a lot to talk about in the morning!.
Hans was still sleeping when I woke early the next morning. I got up, took a piss, and lay down along side the naked Hans. When I snuggled against him, I heard him softly whisper "Are you angry about last night?" I said I was, but it was alright and I had enjoyed having Jules do me; but, it was best with Hans afterwards. He began to sob, and he told me, that he never had a lover like me, and he could only think it was the drinking that had let him do it with Hal. He promised that it would never happen again. I grudgingly told him it was O.K. and we should forget that it ever happened. I was in love with this hunk and I wanted it to be good for him with me.
He asked me if I wanted to fuck him, but I said I liked what we were used to doing and didn't need to fuck him to get pleasure. With that he threw off the covers and turned around to suck my cock. With his cock in my face, what could I do? I slipped the head of his big hard cock into my mouth, licked it, kissed it, and played with his tight large balls. His balls didn't hang down they were always tight up against the bottom of his shaft.
We were laying on our sides and Hans was finger fucking my ass as he sucked me. It felt fantastic when he put his index finger in up to his first knuckle. He had never done this before, and it felt so great that I put a finger into his ass hole too. He groaned and said that if I kept that up, he would come in seconds. True to his word, he shot gobs of cum all over our bods and I shot too. We were spurting like two high pressure fountains and our sensations were driving us into a frenzied passion. Fuck, what a mess! I didn't know what we were going to tell Hal and Jules about the cum soaked sheets.
We did get up, took a shower with a lot of horseplay and kissing. (Horseplay, uncut dudes, is when two studs rub their hot hard cock hoses over each others bods.)
When we finally got down to the dining room, Hal and Jules were looking harassed and stressed. They gave us the Scottish breakfast, including Haggis and Black Pudding. Before we were finished, they came to our table and sat down. They asked if we would consider staying and helping them make do until the regular staff they were expecting would arrive. They told us they could afford 50 Pounds a day each. Also, free meals and lodging were included. It was too much but Hans looked at me and said that it would be fine for 4 days and with a grin said, "maybe there should be a reduction for four way sex in the evenings! He said that it would be alright for us to watch each other get it on, but I was exclusively his and no one could touch me except him. The guys were so glad of our agreeing to help that they said that the sex was our choice. That settled it and now we could deal with the cum soaked sheets on our own.
Hans and I cleaned the bedrooms while the guys cleaned the main rooms. At lunch we put on some white jackets and served lunch to a few staying over customers and some drop ins. Hans wore one of Hal's large jackets that looked alright. When we cleared up after lunch, Jules asked us to help in the kitchen, while Hal drove into Stirling for supplies.
After the kitchen, Hans and I did some weeding and other gardening that made a big difference at the entrance to the hotel. There was tea to do, and then prepare for dinner. Hans and I went up and showered before dinner and Hans was deep throating me before I even made it to the shower. I don't know how he does it, but his mouth fits over the head of my cock just right, and rubs gently over the round base of the head. He licked the tip of the head and that had me thrashing around. I loved it, so much that I couldn't keep my mouth from his cock and balls. I tried my finger in his ass again. Hans erupted and came almost immediately. He was groaning and moaning " Oh, God! I want it so much. Put two fingers in lover boy! I want it bad!" Than he almost shouted "Oh, Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" When he came down from the pleasure he grabbed my cock and sucked me off, including a big finger spreading my ass. I'd heard about the prostate, so I thought I would try and find it. My finger in Hans' ass didn't find it but I was determined and I knew that I would find it next time when I got another chance at Hans' ass.
After dinner cleanup the guys asked us to come with them to the sitting room for Whisky. We did, but Hans wasn't drinking. When the guys stripped and Hal started slowly fucking Jules, Hans pulled my clothes off. He stripped too and the odor of raw male sex and sweat permeated the room. Hans and I wound up on the rug on the floor and he started dry fucking me front to front between my upper thighs. He spread a little lube between my thighs. The feel of his cock sliding between my tightly held together thighs got to him quickly, and he really shot his load. In the mean time Jules was doing Hal doggie style. Hans was not dealing well with his premature ejaculation, but he started licking his cum from between my thighs and then giving me the head he was so good at! I couldn't hold out long and Hans sucked me dry as he caressed and stroked my bod.
We left the guys still at it, only this time Hal had his thick cock in Jules ass and was doing a slow pumping. Jules was moaning, "Deeper, oh do it deeper Hal! Your big cock in my ass is the greatest. Do me! Oh, please do me Deep!". We left quietly and went up to our room. We showered and then snuggled up to each other with our cocks and lips pressed hard against each other. It was heaven to lay together like that.
The four days pretty well went the same; working, loving, fucking between each others thighs, kissing and sucking each others hard cocks.
the four guys for the hotel staff arrived on Wednesday and Hal had volunteered to drive us on Thursday to Fort George, about 250 km from where we were. Hal was going to set off for Perth and from there it was up the A9 to Inverness and then the A96 towards Aberdeen to Fort George which is very close to Inverness Airport.
From the look of the new staff we were going to be missing some hot sex when we left! I caught Hal and one of the cute kids fucking in the sitting room when I went in to clean it. Then Hans told me that Jules was getting a blow job in the kitchen after tea! But, I was anxious to get to Fort George and that did turn out great, also.
Well, dudes, I think we'll break it off here and save the hot Highland soldiers, bagpipes and kilts with no underwear for Chapter 6. Blind Homer