Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 16:53:19 -0700
From: Homer's Odyssey <oremond@earthlink.net>
Subject: Tramp in Scotland 9

Dudes,

This is about Hans' and my continuing trip from Nairn to Wick, both on
the east coast of Scotland.  The story is true with only minor changes to
protect the guilty!  The story contains male to male sex activities, so
if you are underage for reading such material please leave.  Come back
when you are legal and can  unzip and enjoy.

There is no copy right so feel free to copy or plagiarize the story if
you want.  Who in hell would want to copyright this, anyway?   The story
does not include protected sex in the sex scenes, but in these days of
Aids and other sexually transmitted diseases It should go without saying
that you dudes out there should protect yourselves with condoms and not
exchanging body fluids.

I want to say thanks to Norman my Scottish editor.  Without his help I
would still be lost in the Scottish  Highlands.  Jason, my captain of the
Argo, have a great graduation at the Greek Theater.  Thanks Dave and
Bill.  Ken, where are you?

One quickie; Chapter 8 got away from me and it runs twice.  If you like
good writing read it twice.  Otherwise, when it starts repeating just
forgive me and go to the next chapter or hot story in Nifty.

Dudes, if you like this story or have any thoughts or comments about it,
I sure would appreciate hearing from you at "Homers Odyssey"
oremond@earthlink.net .  It really makes my day when I get feedback from
readers.  I answer every one, the good and the bad!

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We sure had a hot time with the dudes at the hotel  but after Geoff left
for London,  Hans and I stayed on to finish our second week and then were
off again, tramping along the east coast of northern Scotland.

Before we left, though,  we had a final fling with Jimmy and
Peter.  Jimmy was the Hotel gofer with the face of an angel and the
morals of a pimp.  Peter was a fellow waiter in the Sea View Grill of the
Hotel.  Both Jimmy and Peter were hot and horny most of the time and had
been with me when we entertained the bachelor party the week before.

On the very last night, Jimmy got the keys to an empty room and after
doing our last waiter gig, the four of us went to the room.  Jimmy
brought a bottle of very good Scotch whisky and we sat around sipping it
for a while.  Then, Jimmy said "Well, mates, this is our last night, so
lets make the most of it!"  He began undressing and soon we all stripped
to our undershorts.  Hans kept looking at Peter and soon he was
completely naked and showing his big hardon.  Peter got up, took off his
own briefs and went to kneel in front of Hans and took Hans' cock into
his mouth.  For such a small dude, he was able to take all of Hans' cock
down his throat.

Jimmy and I dropped our briefs and Jimmy got onto one of the double beds
and said to me, "come here,  you  sweet bubble ass Yank!  I want you to
fuck me and bury your tool deep, in my ass.  Jimmy had some KY lube so
when I straddled him he spread some on my hard cock and into his ass
hole.  His legs were on my shoulders and his pink hole beckoned my cock
like a magnet.  Jimmy had one great ass and as I slipped in it seemed to
suck my cock in deeper and deeper.  The sensations of his squeezing when
I almost pulled all the way out and then sucking my cock in when I pushed
in, drove  me wild. The sensation from the tip of my cock to my cock root
was pure sexual pleasure!  And when my balls touched the
cheeks of his ass it was like the connecting of our bodies externally.
The slapping of my balls against his ass cheeks was adding to Jimmy's
pleasure too.  He groaned "Stay with me, here at the hotel, mate, I can
make every night a sex dream you will never forget.  Oh, God! You fuck so
sweet!  Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" I was learning to hold on to my jiz so I
fucked him until I felt his cock and balls stiffen just before he came
against my belly.  Then I shot, and shot into his warm gripping ass.  It
lasted so long that I felt like every drop of cum in my balls was pouring
into his ass.  We lay together until he dropped his legs from my
shoulders and my cock slipped out of his ass.  Then we clung to each
other with our soft cocks pressed together.

Hans and  Peter were sucking each other's cocks on the other double bed.
They had been at it for a while, and as I watched, Peter stiffened and
started bucking his pelvis into Hans' face.  Hans moaned "Aach", and
started thrusting strongly  into Peter's hot mouth.  Their butts thrust
at each other and their hands gripped the backs of their  heads as they
tried to bury their stiff cocks deeper into each other's mouth.  I
thought I could see cum dribbling from Peter's mouth.

Next morning we woke early and cleaned the room quickly and went back to
the dormitory where we had been staying and started putting our backpacks
together.  After a great breakfast in the kitchen we found the manager
and told him we were about to leave and thanked him for the job.  He gave
each of us 500 pounds and told us that if we changed our minds or came
back that way during the summer, our jobs would be there for us.

We walked a short way to get out of Nairn and  on to the A 96 which would
take us back to Fort George and then to Inverness.  Our plan was to tramp
about eight miles to a cut off to Culloden Battle field.  We wanted to
see where the famous battle was fought and then the next day we would
tramp to Inverness.

Culloden is where the British Forces under the Duke of Cumberland
massacred the Highland Clans, led by Sir George Murray in 1746.  Culloden
was about a mile off the A 96.  We passed the road to Fort George and
turned in on a road to the Battlefield of Culloden.  There were a lot of
open fields and rock cairns marking  where the dead Highlanders had been
thrown into pits after the battle.  (Uncut Dudes,  it was after this
battle that the English forbade the wearing of kilts throughout
Scotland.  It might have been warmer on the cock and balls, wearing
trousers,  but it sure cut down on the groping and fooling  around by the
campfires.)

We checked out the visitor center and a hot looking guide in a "gay"
Gordon plaid and kilt told us that if we waited around until after dusk
we could probably set up our sleeping  bags and tarp behind the center.
We had to be quiet and on our way before 6 AM the next morning; but it
was a place to stay for the night!

Hans wanted to look over the battlefield and we listened to several tour
guides tell about how the battle was fought.  It seems that very few of
the Scots survived and it really broke the resistance of Scotland to
England for a century or more to come.  (Uncut Dudes,  Things are
changing now.  Scots have been wearing the kilt again for quite a while
and there is a Scottish Parliament in Edinburgh.  Also, the Scots are
allowed to print their own money.  Scotland Forever!  Scotland is rising
again!!!! )

We hung around until all was clear and then went behind the visitor
center and made a hasty camp.  We ate the rest of the lunch that the
Hotel kitchen had packed for us and drank water from a spigot outside the
visitors center.  We stripped  and got into our zipped together sleeping
bags.  We had picked a soft grassy spot and covered ourselves with the
plastic tarp, that our soldier friends from Fort George had given us.

We just naturally pressed into each other and kissed.  We were naked so
our bodies were touching all the way and we could feel each other's cocks
getting hard.  Hans told me how much he missed me and that when he was
sucking Peter, he would always think of sucking me!  I told him that we
had made a lot of money by my being friendly at  the bachelor party, but
that I had missed him too.  He asked me again if I wanted to fuck him,
but I knew that he really didn't want to be fucked, so we just kissed and
stroked cocks until we fell asleep in each others arms.

Next morning we were packed and out before the sun was up.  We hiked out
to the A 96 and set off for Inverness.  At a village along the route we
found a bakery where we bought sausage rolls and mugs of strong hot tea.
It was another seven or eight miles to the High Street in Inverness.  We
found the HoHo back packers  hostel that Jimmy had told us about.  It was
across the High Street from the Eastgate Shopping Centre, and there was a
cafe called The Cleikum where we could eat.   We paid about £7.50  for a
decent room and the showers and toilets were down the hall.  Jimmy had
said that there was gay action  at Nico's bar on Nessbank road on
Wednesday nights and at the Sleeper Bar in the Station Hotel on Friday
nights and weekends.  We arrived in Inverness on Tuesday evening, so we
decided to stay thru Friday before going on to the fishing village of
Wick.  Wick was about 100  miles from Inverness so we were going to take
a bus there.  We wanted to tramp along the coast and needed to go east to
get to the water.  We could start at Wick and go along the coast from
there to John O' Groats.

We showered at the HoHo, and went out to the High Street to listen to the
buskers.  (Uncut Dudes,  buskers are street musicians who play for
money.  There are pipers, fiddlers and accordionists.)  Hans and I
were particularly interested in the bag pipers.  Their music sent shivers
all through our bods.  One scruffy red headed piper was very good; and,
when he played most of the other musicians and passers by stopped to
listen.

We found a short rock wall where we could sit and listened to the red
headed piper.  We must have been there for several hours when we noticed
it was getting dark and most of the musicians had gone.  The red headed
piper also seemed to be packing up.   I got up and went over to him  and
pressed 20 pounds into his cup.  Then I impulsively asked him, "My
partner and I are going to have some dinner, and would you come and be
our guest?  We enjoyed your piping so much, and would like to talk to you
and show our appreciation!"  He said, "That sounds good and just let me
pack up here and then I'll come over and meet your mate!"

When he came over to where we were sitting, we introduced ourselves and
he said his name was Euan, and he was from just outside of the town of
Dunvegan at the foot of the Mac Leod's Tables.  (Uncut Dudes,  I've been
to Dunvegan before and if you go back to Chapter 1,  you can read all
about Dunvegan Castle and the Fairy Flag!)

We went into a pub down the High Street and ordered pints and a dinner of
seafood, and chips.  We had a couple more pints and the Pub owner
prevailed on Euan to pipe some tunes.  When they would let him alone, we
asked Euan where he was staying.  He said that he was sleeping on the
grass  under a tree at the foot of Inverness Castle.

Since it had looked like rain when we went into the Pub, we asked Euan if
he wanted to share our room at the Hostel.  His Bagpipes were covered
with a sheet of plastic but if they were left outside  in the rain they
might get damaged.   We persuaded him and when the Pub owner called "Time
the three of us dashed through the rain drops back to the HoHo. (Uncut
Dudes,  Pubs in the British Isles are regulated as to the hours they
can serve drinks.  At 1 AM  or so the proprietor will call "Time" and the
customers will have to drink up and leave for the night!!)

Hans had drunk more than 4 pints of Ale and we just about had to drag him
across the High Street to the HoHo.  When we got him up to the room he
flopped onto one of the beds and started gently snoring. Euan laughed and
said to me, "It's you and me then, mate,  or I could sleep on the floor!
I'm small, though, and we both could fit on that one bed!" I said "Hell
no! No one is going to sleep on the floor here this night!  It may be a
tight fit, but lets take these wet clothes off and get into bed."

Euan went over to his bagpipes and took off the plastic and wiped any
dampness from them,  only then did he take off his own clothes.  He was
wearing a kilt and the obligatory nothing underneath.  He had taken off
his tartan plaid, Glengarry military style cap, sporran    and heavy
khaki shirt so as soon as he took off his boots and knee length socks he
was ready to crawl into the bed with me.  (Uncut Dudes,  a sporran is a
flat leather pouch that hangs down in front of the kilt.  If a scottish
dude is rich enough he sometimes will carry condoms in his sporran.
Otherwise, I just don't know what they keep in the damn things. All, I do
know is that a sporran can get in the way of a good cock grope!)

Euan was about 5 foot 8 inches tall and weighed about 135 pounds.  His
bod was sort of thin and several of his ribs showed when he lay on his
back.  He had orange red hair under his arm pits as well as around his
cock and pubes.  His bod and face just wanted you to hug him!  I was out
of my clothes in a jiffy  and slipped in beside him.  He turned on his
side and pulled me into him.  I felt his stiff cock press against my
groin and was hard against him too.  He whispered in my ear,  "Hoy, Mate,
I've been waiting for this ever since I first saw you!"  He
started stroking and caressing my back, and then he pressed his lips
against mine and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth.  "Oh yes", I
groaned, "You are beautiful and I love playing with your bod!  Do you
want me to suck you?  I want to taste you and make love to you!  I'm so
hot for you.  What do you want me to do?  you want to fuck me?"  Instead
of saying anything he pulled the covers down and got into a 69 position.
I eagerly took his cock into my mouth being careful to suck it in without
brushing it with my teeth.  But, Oh, God!  When he started licking my
shaft it was like I had never been licked before.  He lightly ran the tip
of his tongue up and down my rigid shaft.  Then he would rim the head of
my cock with the tip of his tongue.  He was driving me crazy with
desire.  When he put the head of my cock gently in his mouth and licked
it there I couldn't help but thrust my cock in as far as his tongue would
let me.  Then suddenly he sucked me all the way into his throat.  What a
feeling!  He put his hand on my ass and pressed a finger deep into my ass
hole.  I couldn't help it!   I shot and shot again and again.  He sucked
every bit of my load and it felt like he was sucking my cock right out of
my bod.  He wiggled his finger in my ass and I just couldn't help humping
his face and loving what he was doing.

I want you to know, that I had not just been lying there passively.  For
the little Dude he was, he had a great cock.  it was a thin 7 inches with
an uncut head.  When I started I worked my tongue  into the tip of his
cock between the foreskin and the round tip of his cock head.  I must
have been doing it right as he responded by groaning and murmuring "Oh,
Mate, that's so good!  I want you to suck it and tongue it forever.
Bloody Hell!  This is the way to die and go to heaven!  Oh, Baby!  I want
to give you my juice!  Oh, take it, take it!"

The next day was Wednesday and after showering and cleaning up Euan took
his bagpipes and went back to the High Street.  We agreed to meet at HoHo
at dark, and thought we would go to Nico's bar that evening.  Hans was a
bit put out about missing the action last night, but as I told him, his
drinking too much had caused him to miss the fun.  He asked what we had
done and I told him that we had just sucked cock and then fallen to
sleep.

Hans and I  strolled around Inverness and checked out the Castle and the
Cathedral.  We found that there was a bus to Loch Ness and booked seats
for Thursday.  (Uncut Dudes,  there was an untrue rumor that Hans had a
shy relative living in the Loch.  I was going to look into that on
Thursday!)

We walked  back to the High Street and listened to Euan play the bagpipes
and as usual he had a crowd around him listening.  His cup was filled
with pound notes and he was having a blast.  He was playing "The
Bluebells of Scotland", "The Campbell's are coming, Hurrah," and he even
played the U.S. Marine Corps Hymn for the American tourists.  He was
definitely good and picked up a lot of money from passers by and the
American tourists.  We found our rock wall seat and listened until almost
dark.  Then we helped him pack up his bagpipes and carry them to the
HoHo.  It was understood that he would stay the night with us again.

After a quick shower, we dressed and went to The Cleikum for dinner and
then we headed for Nico's Bar.  It was about the most closeted gay bar I
have ever been in.  Some recognizable gay types but they were in the
minority.  There was some male to male dancing but not the whole dance
floor.  Hans took me out and we touch danced but Hans was just too big to
maneuver without bumping  into the rest of the dancers.  Euan was a much
better dancer and he and I did a lot of dancing together.  We were a bit
conspicuous, Pressed together, as we were.  I began to notice that Hans
was doing his drinking thing again and he had met a German Couple with
whom he was talking.   When Euan told me he was tired and thought he
would go up to our room in the HoHo we couldn't find Hans, so Euan and I
found our way back to the Hostel.  If Hans wanted to get lost without
telling me, so be it.  We thought maybe Hans had gone on ahead, but when
we got up to the room he wasn't  there.

We undressed and slipped into the bed where  we had slept the night
before.  Euan pulled me into him and we sucked face and caressed each
other.  Euan wanted to suck my cock and soon got into a 69 position with
me.  It must have been his pipe playing, because he could suck like a
vacuum and lick at the same time.  His tongue would lick around   the tip
of my cut cock and then he would suck my whole shaft deep into his mouth
and throat.  He would take one of my balls into his mouth and suck on
it.  Then he would do the same with the other.  I was panting and
groaning as I tried to do for him the things he was doing to me.  I don't
know why, but I wanted this dude to fuck me!   His cock was about seven
inches when hard and it was slender up to it's uncut head.  When I told
him what I wanted, he quickly agreed and I got on my back and lifted my
legs to rest on his shoulders.  With my sucking his cock it had gotten
slippery so it slid in easily.  He fisted my cock while he fucked my ass
and I was soon feeling sex pleasure throughout my bod.  As he would
thrust his cock along my prostate, it was the most fantastic feeling.  As
his balls would press against the cheeks of my ass, my whole bod would go
into shivvers of sensation.  It was like being drowned in pleasure at all
my nerve endings!  There was something about this skinny Scots Bagpiper
that made me want to pleasure him.  I could have gone on all night with
his slim cock rubbing  in an out of my ass.  I shot my load onto our
bellies and he came soon after.  He pumped load after load into my ass as
his thin uncut cock spasmed with his man juice.  We finally grabbed
towels and went into the shower room where we scrubbed each other and
cleaned the cum from our bellies and bods.

"We all woke early and Hans and I got ready for the bus tour of Loch
Ness.  The bus took us to Drumnadrochit.  There was a visitors center
there and we went through a series of darkened rooms where a recording
gave out a speil about the Loch Ness Monster.  Hans was not amused when I
kept saying in a loud voice that the monster was one of his relatives!
We took a hike to Castle Urquhart, a ruined place where you could look
out onto the deep dark surface of the Loch.  We waited about an hour for
Hans' relative to show itself but gave up and walked back to
Drumnadrochit where we caught the tour bus back to Inverness.

Euan was gone when we got back  and Hans and I had a late supper at the
Pub on the High Street.  We planned to stay in Inverness until after the
action at Sleepers Bar at the Station Hotel on Friday night.

I had asked Hans where he had been the previous couple of nights and he
told me that he had met a German couple with their 2 kids. He had been
talking German with the father and mother and played with the kids.  The
closer we got to the end of our tramp, the more Hans seemed to
get nostalgic about Germany and about having a German family of his
own.

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