Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 22:47:55 +0100
From: Johnny D <jdj1980@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Kiltseller

The Kiltseller

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, any similarities to any
person living or dead is entirely coincidental.  Hope you enjoy, any
comments please contact jdj1980@hotmail.co.uk

A long, hard day at the office, thought Andy as he trudged towards the Kilt
Shop in Glasgow.  The rain was pishin doon and he pulled his coat in
tighter around his neck.  He?d just finished work and was on his way to get
fitted for a kilt for his friend?s wedding at the weekend.  He?d left it a
bit late to get it sorted, which was a typically Andy thing to do.

He pushed the door open and a small bell trilled.  A loud, gruff voice from
above shouted down ?Be there in a minute!?.  Andy checked his watch....it
was nearly 7pm, how had it gotten so late?  Work had been so busy he?d lost
track of the time.  He ran a hand through his wet, blonde hair.  Hope he?s
not closing up, he thought.  He looked around the store ? a mixture of
Scottish-themed t-shirts, some pro-independence, some against, some glass
cabinets filled with different types of sporrans, cufflinks and sgian
dubhs.  Through the back he could see a massive variety of kilts, hanging
neatly in rows along the walls.

The man from above came down the stairs.  He looked about 40, he was tall
but well-built, he had black hair flecked with grey and a salt and pepper
beard and moustache.  The guy had a big smile.  Andy thought he looked
quite the handsome Scot.  ?You just caught me,? the man said, ?I?m just
about to close.  My name?s Tam?.  Andy smiled, ?Thanks Tam, I?ve left it to
the last minute as usual and I?m kind of stuck.  I need a kilt for
Saturday!?  Tam returned the smile, ?Don?t worry, you?re here now so I?ll
make sure you?re sorted.  Follow me up to the back and you can choose a
tartan?.

Tam directed Andy?s attention along the kilts, pulling the odd one out to
show him the tartan properly.  ?There?s the Black Watch, very
popular..........eh, the Modern Douglas.......that one is the Ben Lomond?.
Andy though they all looked good.  The truth was he?d never worn a kilt
before.  ?I think I?ll go for that one? said Andy.  ?Great choice!? said
Tam, ?That?s Scotland?s National.  Come on upstairs to the changing area
and I can get your measurements?.  Andy followed Tam upstairs.

?Right,? said Tam, ?Stand in front of me.  Take your jacket off.?  Andy did
as he was told.  He was wearing his office shirt and smart trousers.  ?Ok
now put your arms out wide please?.  Andy did as instructed as Tam wrapped
a tape measure across his chest.  For the first time, he felt the strength
in Tam?s hands as he pulled the measure tape taut.  ?Ok now I need to do
your waist?.  Tam bent down so his mouth was facing Andy?s crotch as he
wrapped the measuring tape around his waist.  Andy briefly glanced down to
see the top of Tam?s head, his thick hair catching the remnants of light
from the sunset in the upstairs window.  Tam stood back up.  ?You?ll need
to try the shoes on so if you don?t mind removing them.?  Andy kicked off
his brown workshoes.  ?What size of foot are you?? asked Tam.  ?An 11? said
Andy.  ?Big boy then? said Tam with a laugh as he walked towards the shoe
rack.

Tam came back holding a white shirt, black shoes and a Scotland?s National
Kilt.  ?You can go into this changing room? he said, and pulled back a door
to a fair sized room with mirrors on each side and on the back of the door.
There was a stool in the corner.  ?Put your shirt on and try and hook the
kilt around your waist like this? said Tam and showed him how the buckle
fastened.  ?Give me a shout if you need any help.....and don?t forget ?
true Scotsmen don?t wear any underwear.? laughed Tam.

Andy took the items of clothing and closed the door behind him.  He took
off his office shirt and trousers and stood there in his white boxers.  He
used the four-mirrored wall to look at himself.  He was slim and had been
working out.  His thighs were developing some definition, his arse was
pert, his stomach flat and his chest beginning to broaden out.  He put on
the white shirt.  He then thought ?fuck it? and pulled his boxers down.  He
turned himself around and looked at his 6 inch flaccid dick and the light
dusting of blonde hair on his bumcheeks and legs.  ?You getting on
alright?? called Tam.  ?Oh... eh, yeah sorry, just trying the kilt on now?
said Andy.  He wrapped the heavy woollen material around his waist, but
couldn?t co-ordinate the buckle correctly and the kilt kept flapping open.
?Eh Tam I think I?m going to need some help here? said Andy, ?I?ve never
worn a kilt before?.  Tam opened the door, ?No worries, there?s a first
time for everything? he said and flashed him a smile.  Andy began to idly
wonder if Tam was flirting with him.  No way, he thought.

Tam stood behind him and began pulling the kilt around his waist.  Tam
threaded the buckle through correctly then fastened it tightly.  ?Right,
what do you think?? asked Tam.  Andy looked up and saw himself in the white
shirt and the kilt on and had to admit he looked great.  He could see Tam?s
head over his shoulder looking at him in the mirror.  Now that Tam was
inside the changing room, it suddenly felt a little cramped.  Andy realised
he was beginning to enjoy being close to Tam.  ?You look really good? said
Tam and broke out into a massive grin.  Andy realised Tam?s hand was still
on his waist.  They were now staring at each other in the mirror.  Andy
could feel Tam behind him, strong and tall.  Andy felt his cock swell
slightly underneath the kilt.  ?I took your advice? said Andy with a smile,
still looking forwards into the mirror.  ?Oh?? said Tam, returning his
stare in the mirror.  ?Yeah,? said Andy, ?I took off my underwear?.  Tam
raised his eyebrow, ?I see? he said, ?A true Scotsman after all.  How about
I check to see if you?re telling the truth??.  Andy gulped, the mild
flirting had turned serious and he felt his cock twitch again.  It was all
or nothing now.  ?Lean forward and put your hands on the stool?, said Tam.

Andy did as he was asked, leaning forward and putting his hands on the
stool, which had the effect of pushing his bum back towards Tam.  Very
lightly, Tam put his hand underneath the kilt material.  Andy could feel
Tam?s strong fingers lightly trace their way up the back of his thighs
before he softly caressed the lower part of his buttocks, stroking the fine
hair that was there.  Tam?s hand then pushed through Andy?s legs and cupped
Andy?s balls.  ?Nice? said Tam, ?This might qualify you for a discount?.
Andy?s cock was now rock hard, he couldn?t believe he was being felt up
like this in a shop of all places.  Tam removed his hand from under the
kilt.  ?Lean down lower? he said and Andy complied, meaning his bum was
sticking up even more in the air.  Tam reached down with two hands and
lifted up the back part of the kilt.  Andy?s bare arse was now totally
exposed.  ?Nice,? Tam said again, ?now spread your legs a little?.  Andy
did as he was told and could feel the air cool on his arse.  Tam crouched
down and began gently nibbling on his cheeks.  Tam moved his tongue up and
down.  Andy then felt Tam?s strong hands gently pull both his cheeks apart.
Tam?s tongue moved in gently and began lapping slowly on Andy?s slightly
stretched hole.  Andy gasped again and couldn?t help but moan softly.
Tam?s tongue felt amazing.  ?Mmmmm? said Tam, pulling back for a moment,
?you taste delicious down here?.  Andy responded by spreading his legs
further and Tam?s tongue immediately dived in deeper.  Up and down and all
around, Tam?s tongue was in total control.  Andy couldn?t believe how
turned on he was.  As Tam ate his arse out, Andy felt Tam?s hand reach
around and slowly began stroking his cock.  Tam removed his mouth from
Andy?s arse, which was all wet now.  Tam placed his index finger gently at
Andy?s opening, gently pressing before slipping in.  ?Ohhhhh? said Andy and
felt his legs quiver.  ?You like that then?? asked Tam mischeviously before
he slid his index finger right into his hole.  ?Ohhhhhh? repeated Andy,
words were beginning to fail him.  ?You?re really liking it aren?t you??
asked Tam, ?a big strong man like me fingering your hole, you?re loving
it?.  Andy just muttered out a ?yeah?.  The fingering increased in
intensity.  Andy began to tremble but kept concentrating by holding steady
on the stool.  ?How about a nice hard cock up there son?? asked Tam,
plunging his finger in as deeply as possible and holding it there, ?Right
there son, a big hard cock, how about it?  That?s what you need.?  Andy
could only utter ?yes please Tam, that?s exactly what I need.?  Tam
withdrew his finger.  ?Back in a minute, don?t move a muscle? said Tam.

Tam left the changing area.  Andy stayed where he was ? legs wide apart,
the kilt all pushed up his back, his hole exposed and waiting.  Tam
returned and Andy could see he was holding a bottle of lube in the mirror.
He also saw Tam had removed his trousers and underwear and was sporting an
erection of around 7 fat inches.  ?You like the look of my cock?? asked Tam
as he lathered lube onto it.  Andy nodded.  ?Well it?s going to fuck you
hard son, you?re going to be begging for mercy?.  Andy felt Tam?s hand on
his hole again, shoving lube inside it.  ?Right son, here goes? said Tam.
Andy pushed down a little more and spread his legs even further in
anticipation.  He felt the bulbous head of Tam?s cock gently pressing
against his entrance.  Tam gently pushed in a little further, until the
head got through.  ?ohhhhh,? said Andy, ?that feels great?.  Then Tam
pushed further in, Andy let out a little yelp as Tam pushed his fat cock
further up inside him.  ?Nearly there,? said Tam then Andy felt the full
length of Tam?s rock hard member pushed up inside him.  Tam held it there
for a few moments, letting Andy get used to the feeling of it.  Tam then
began pulling out and then slowly in, every time he was fully in, he gave a
little extra shunt, which had Andy gurgling with pleasure.  Tam then picked
up the pace, in and out, in and out.  Andy felt Tam grab his hips from
behind with a strong grip: Andy wasn?t going anywhere and the fucking began
in earnest.  Andy had to hold onto the stool with all his strength as Tam
pounded his hole, quickly and with force.  ?uh uh uh uh? shouted Andy.
?Yes that?s what you came for son, a right hard fucking from a big strong
man? shouted Tam as his cock pistoned in and out of Andy?s arse.  Tam?s
thighs were slapping against Andy?s arsecheeks.  Again and again Tam
continued to fuck hard as Andy?s whole body began to shake and tremble.
?Uh uh uh don?t...ddddon?t stop? said Andy.  Tam?s cock was rock hard and
the intensity increased.  This continued for around ten minutes, Andy could
feel Tam getting close then Tam would slow down, taking it easy before
resuming his previous rigourous pace.  Andy was beginning to go numb in his
arms, the postion he was in was taking its toll, but it was bliss at the
same time.  Suddenly Tam increased his pace even further, ?I?m
.....going....to .....CUM? shouted Tam and exploded with white man juice
all the way inside Andy.  ?Ohhhhhh? said Andy, as Tam reached forward and
grabbed onto his body, holding him tight as his seed continued to spurt up
inside.  ?Fuuuck? said Tam, out of breath and flushed, still holding Andy?s
trembling body.  Andy pushed back and slowly stood up, looking at him in
the mirror, Tam was still wrapped around his body, then he felt Tam?s cock
gently slip out as both men stood up vertically.  Tam turned Andy?s head
around and kissed him deeply on the mouth.  ?Keep the kilt son? he said,
then left the changing room, leaving Andy hot, exhausted and tired, with
Tam?s sticky white seed slowly dripping down the back of his legs.  Andy
closed his eyes.  He was already planning on returning for a different
tartan tomorrow.

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