Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:20:38 -0500
From: Jesse Jesse <gmmac1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Before Ross Chapter 2

	I didn't give Ross time to object any more. I'd never felt like
this before, and I figured if I was gonna be stupid enough to kiss a total
stranger, granted the most knock-dead gorgeous stranger I'd ever laid eyes
on, I might as well show him how I really felt. I began my attack on his
supple lips again, tasting each as I bit and nipped. Rough calloused hands
found their way under my arms and I felt myself and him being slowly lifted
from the seat where we sat. I allowed him time to stand and gain his
balance, and then wrapped my legs, sopping pants and all, around his strong
middle, all the while tasting his warm mouth. Eventually we found our way
to the cushioned back seat that stretched all the way across the back of
the motor coach. Ross laid me down across the seat ever so gently, treating
me as if I were a small child. He reached out and began stroaking my
cheeks. After seeming to trace every line and bone in my face, he began
making his way down my neck and shoulders, stopping at my shirt collar to
begin unfastening each button. It was only then that I began to feel
self-conscious again. Here I was practically drooling over such a muscled
stallion, but what would he say about me? I wasn't fat by any means. I'd
tried to keep myself up, but I certainly didn't have "washboard abs," or
the muscled chest he had either. As my shirt slid from my body I felt my
face grow hot with shame. "What's the matter, lad?" What could I say? How
could I explain how I felt without sounding like a whining schoolboy? I
reached out and allowed my fingers to brush across his chest. But to my
great surprise, he didn't seem to appraise or show disappointment in my
body. "Ye needn't worry, lad. Ye're too hard on yerself. I think ye're
beautiful." Again I felt my face flush all the more, but not from
shame. "Thank you. I guess you'll think I'm some kind of psycho, but I've
thought you were beautiful from the moment I laid eyes on you." He chuckled
softly. "This is'na ma first job. I've worked several places afore this,
and one of them was doin' some modelin'. But I don't want tae talk aboot
me. I want you!"
	A rough hand reached out and began stroking my chest as another
began fumbling with the button on my jeans. I gasped and moaned when I felt
a mouth encircle around one of my nipples, and two teeth start ever so
gently nipping at it. Another, even louder gasp came when the other
calloused hand eventually, and without any notice, found its way down into
my underwear. Rough fingers found their way around my cock and began
massaging gently. I began to feel lightheaded. "All right noo, let's get
you oot 'o those wet pants. If I've got tae show me willy, then tis only
fair ye show yers as well!" And without another notice, he stood, pulling
me with him, and in one fluid motion jerked jeans and underwear down to my
ankles. The wicked smile that crossed his face made my face turn yet even
more crimson. "Well noo, will ye look at ma sexy wee American! Not only
does he have a sweet personality, he's got a great arse as well! And will
ye look at that hangin' there between those legs! A fella could get some
great enjoyment oot 'o that!" My knees nearly buckled as I felt him reach
out and take my dick in his hands. Another hand found its way to the back
of my neck and pulled me forward for a long kiss. I allowed my hands to
touch and fell my way around his body, from his muscled chest to his back,
and back to the front and working my way towards his groin. A low moan
rumbled from somewhere deep within his throat. Finally we stopped, Ross
smiling at me as we both gasped for air, and then without warning, he did
something that truly did cause my knees to buckle. In one swift motion he
was on his knees, and had engulfed my cock in his mouth. My head began to
swim and I felt myself fall back onto the seat behind me. Ross allowed his
tongue to work along the shaft of my throbbing member, encircling and
teasing the head, only to return to loving his way back toward the base.
	My mind was in a daze. Never in my life had I felt such
pleasure. My hands found their way down to Ross's spiked black hair, and I
found myself entwining my fingers in the stiff styled locks. Moan after
moan escaped from my body. Ross began making rhythms along the length of my
shaft, up and down, up and down, stopping occasionally to pay special
attention to the head. Finally I could take no more. With one last cry, I
felt my body tense and my cock sprayed load after load milky cum into the
air. Ross lapped and licked until nothing or the puddle that had fell onto
my abdomen remained. He smiled at me, his blue eyes twinkling. But I wasn't
finished yet. I allowed our gazes to meet, and repeated what I'd told him
earlier. "I want more." He stared perplexedly at me for a moment, but then
his face reflected the realization that had just occured to him. He smiled
at me gently as he checked his watched, miraculously not ruined after the
dive into the loch. "It's gettin' late, darlin'. Why not let's pick this up
another time. I tried not to show my disappointment too much, but I knew
that my face visibly fell. This only made Ross smile the more. "I'm sorry,
but the others will be back afor lang, and we've got tae be ready to go on
towards Fort William and Inverness. I tell ye what, love. When we get tae
tha hotel tonight, why dinna ye spend the nicht with me?" His hands circled
around my waiste until they found my ass. "And then I'll give you 'more,'
and everythin' else ye'd ever want!"
	Though I was disappointed, I knew he was right. The others would be
returning soon, and return they did, filled with stories and opinions of
the loch and islands that spread across it. "Bucinch was the prettiest of
all the island to me." "Yes, and I thought the plaque about the life and
death of the young man was sad." "Well, I thought Fraoch Island was the
most beautiful, all that heather!" Everyone in the coach had heard about my
experience in the loch, and most made their way toward the back to give
condolences and see if I was unharmed. Many congratulated Ross on how brave
he'd been, to which he merely shook his head. "Twas'na any more than anyone
else would've done." The rest of the drive from Loch Lomond up through the
Great Glen was relatively uneventful. Ross stopped the coach at Rannoch
Moor and Glencoe and "The Three Sisters" to allow everyone photo shots and
a bit more exploration. Finally we reached Fort Augustus and the sprawling
Loch Ness. Another cruise had been scheduled for some sight seeing and "a
chance to view the beasty." Beautiful as the country was, I found myself
with an overwhelming desire to stay with Ross, and made my excuses to the
rest of the group, promising I'd join them tomorrow when I felt better.
	Of all the sights I'd seen so far, nothing compared with the beauty
of Loch Ness and its surroundings. The ruins of Urqhart Castle stood guard
above the western shores of the loch. Ross parked the coached and then we
embarked on a walking tour of the castle. For such a beautiful time of
year, hardly anyone could be seen exploring the ancient ruin. For a great
while we said nothing of importance, Ross merely smiling at me as I
explored every nook and cranny of the stone fortress. Eventually, however,
we turned out sights toward the grassy banks that sloped down toward the
waters, and our conversation turned. "Jesse?" "Yes?" "Do ye mind if I ask
ye somethin'?" I found myself smiling, despite my attemtps not to act like
a silly schoolgirl. "Of course not. What is it?" He blue eyes, beautiful as
ever, turned serious. "Why are ye here by yerself?" My heart fell into my
stomach. "Have ye no family er friends to share such a holiday with?"
Though my heart broke as I remembered the truth as to my coming, I tried to
put on my bravest smile. "I have you, though I think we past 'friends' a
while ago." He smiled mischeviously for a moment, but his expression
changed again. "I'm bein' vera serious. It's been on me mind e'er since we
left Luss this mornin'. Ye're a beautiful young lad, ye're friendly, and
seemed to have a kind heart. Why are ye here by yerself?" I felt tears
stinging in the corners of my eyes. "Ross, do we have to discuss this now?
I mean, here we are in this beautiful fairytale setting. I have the most
handsome prince charming smiling at me. Does it have to spoiled by my sob
stories now?" He relented. "All richt. I'm sorry. I dinna mean tae cause ye
any pain. I just cannna help but wonder why someone like yerself would be
here all alone." We strolled on for a while longer in silence, but the
longer we walked the more I knew that I would eventually have to tell
him. "Let's find somewhere we can sit. This will take a little while."
	For nearly an hour I explained of how I'd wound up touring Scotland
alone. I told of my parents' death, of my rejejction to the college I'd so
longed for, and of my considered suicide. "And that's how I wound up here,
sitting with the most handsome young man I've ever seen, expounding on my
pitiful life!" He stared at me for the longest time, his steely blues eyes
seeming to relfect my own pain. "Jesse I am vera truly sorry. I had nae
idea that was why ye were here by yerself. Please fergive me fer bein' such
an arse as to press the matter." "Oh, that's okay. I guess, considering
what happened a while ago, we're neither one hardly in a position to keep
secrets or worry about privacy!" He smiled wickedly at me again, taking my
hand. We sat for the longest time, saying nothing. I couldnt' explain how I
felt so at ease with someone I'd know such a short amount of time, but
there was something about being with Ross. It felt so comforting, so
right. Perhaps it was because he really did make me forget about why I'd
truly come here. Maybe it was his kindness he'd shown to me. Maybe it was
just that damn sexy Scottish accent, or those blue eyes. Whatever "it" was,
it just felt right, like this was where I belonged. Finally I realized he
was staring at me, smiling devilishly. "What? Why are you looking at me
like that?".......... "I was just thinkin'. I've save yer life, and I've
taken vera guid care of ye while the others were away on the boat. I guess
I deserve an extra guid tip tonight!"