Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 23:59:44 -0000
From: Luke Harper <lukeharper99@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Encounter at Threave Castle

Encounter at Threave Castle
by Luke

Last summer I was on holiday in the south west of Scotland. On a fine sunny
morning I decided to visit Threave Castle. To get there you have to walk
about three quarters of a mile from the car park down a path and wait to be
ferried across the small river to the island where the castle lies.

As I wandered around the castle, enjoying the feel of all its history, I on
several occasions noticed a couple of lads of about 18 exploring the place
as well. One was dark-haired and wearing a top and chinos. The other was a
little taller, fair-haired and wearing a blue tracksuit top and white
tracksuit bottoms.

I was trying not to look too much as there were other people around and I
didn't want to be too obvious, although I did notice that they both had
friendly-looking faces and nice arses.

Eventually I finished my exploration, sat in the sun for a while and then
caught the ferry back. I walked up the path not thinking about anything
much. After a bit I realised that I was catching up with two people and it
dawned on me that it was the two lads from the castle. I adjusted my speed
so I was walking behind them, but not too close. If nothing else I was going
to admire their gorgeous backsides as I walked along.

Having adopted a reasonably close distance, I became aware of the fact that
you could see the briefs that the boy in white tracksuit bottoms was
wearing. Obviously the material was translucent enough - I could see him
wearing dark blue briefs.

This was becoming a very enjoyable walk, although I did notice that one or
the other of them occasionally glanced over their shoulder. As I was not
sure whether they were gay, and as there were two of them, I looked away
whenever this happened. After the third glance, I slowed a little to put
some distance between us.

They rounded a bend in the path and disappeared out of sight. I didn't hurry
but kept a reasonable pace so as not to lose them altogether. When I turned
the corner, they weren't there. I stopped, nonplussed. The path was straight
enough from here that I should have been able to see them. No way could they
have run fast enough to vanish.

I leaned against the fence for a moment, wondering where they had got to,
when they suddenly appeared from a gap further down the fence. They both
grabbed an arm and pulled me through the gap into the woods beyond.
Initially I was too shocked to resist, but after a moment I tried to pull
back. They stopped.

"Look, we don't want to hurt you," said the dark-haired one. "Just come a
bit further with us."

I looked at them and decided that they probably weren't going to beat me up.
I followed, until we found ourselves in a natural opening in the woods. It
looked like nobody would be able to see us here.

"I'm Simon," said the dark-haired lad. "And he's Tom."

"Luke," I replied, "But what's this all about?"

"Well," said Simon, "We both noticed how much attention you were paying to
us, right from when we first saw you in the castle. And we both thought you
were quite good-looking too."

My jaw dropped. So these lads were gay.

"And," continued Simon, "you seem to have had a right eyeful on our little
walk."

"Like my choice of underwear?" grinned Tom knowingly.

I didn't know what to say.

"Would you like a closer look?" he continued.

I nodded. He turned and I walked closer to him, admiring his dark underwear
and the buttocks it framed. Tentatively, I reached out and rang an admiring
hand over his backside. He shivered.

"Don't stop there," said Simon. "Bet you'd like to get your face in there."

I dropped to my knees and planted kisses on Tom's backside. Again I felt him
shiver and this time he groaned quietly. I held his hips while I licked and
kissed his backside through the smooth white material. Then I eased his
trousers down and continued my caress of his arse through his briefs. Soon,
even this wasn't enough and I hooked my fingers into his briefs and pulled
them down. I explored the smooth flesh of his arse with my lips and tongue,
and then thrust my nose and my tongue deep into his arse crack. He
obligingly bent forward a little, leaning against a tree to allow me easier
entry.

I toyed with his pucker with my tongue, delighting in hearing his continued
groans. Then I thrust my stiff tongue inside and began to tongue fuck him
with short jabs. He was trembling even more now.

I withdrew my tongue and gently turned him round. I found his cock only too
ready to be serviced, but began my slowly tongue washing his balls and the
area below them. All the time I held and knead his wonderful backside.

I stopped and turned to Simon who was rubbing his hand over his cock as he
watched this all.

"Come and join in," I smiled. "I can share myself between the two of you."

"I've got a better idea," he countered, "I'd like to fuck you while you're
blowing Tom."

Wow. My greatest fantasy coming true here in the woods, and all because I
had been admiring these two lads' arses.

"Sure," I replied. I moved onto hands and knees, pointing my arse invitingly
towards Simon. As I completed Tom's tongue bath, I felt my trousers and then
my boxer shorts being pulled down so my arse was exposed for him.

I moved my head slightly and brought Tom's length (I would say about 7
inches of it) into my mouth. His skin was soft and succulent and I began to
lick and nibble softly on it, starting at the base and working my way slowly
towards the tip. I could trace his veins as his cock continued to grow. Each
one I stopped and explored.

I felt lube being spread on my arse and then inside as one, two, three of
Simon's fingers slowly entered my arse, taking their time and giving me a
chance to adjust. I jumped slightly as he found my prostrate and had to
concentrate hard not to clamp my teeth together on Tom's gorgeous cock.

As I continued to lick and kiss and nibble, I felt Simon's fingers removed
and his condomed cockhead pressing against my arsehole. It was big, but not
unmanageably so, and he took his time in pushing forward.

I was in heaven with a juicy cock in my mouth and another in my arse.

Simon began to develop a faster and faster rhythm as he began to fuck my
arse. I increased the pressure and rhythm of my tongue on Tom's cock.
Seconds later, moaning wildly, he came in huge bursts of spunk into my
mouth. Scarcely any time after this, I felt Simon coming too. I felt like a
real used slut - and I felt fantastic!

As I cleaned up the tip of Tom's cock, I felt Simon slowly withdrawing. I
finally let Tom go and we all collapsed, breathing heavily. Simon crawled
over to Tom and whispered something in his ear. Tom grinned.

"We've got one last favour to ask of you," announced Simon.

I looked at them blankly.

"I think you've had a good view of our arses, especially mine," joined in
Tom, "and we'd like to have the same opportunity."

"I can walk back in front of you if you want," I offered.

"Well... we'd like that, but we'd like a little extra, wouldn't we, Tom?"

Tom nodded. "I'd like to see you modelling my briefs and trackies on your
arse."

I was a little stunned for a moment, and then thought, why not? I've had
some pleasure from watching his underwear-clad arse, as well as some great
sex. I nodded.

Tom handed me his briefs and tracksuit bottoms. I handed him my boxers and
trousers. We all got dressed and organised.

"Shall we begin?" I asked, with a grin.

I lead the way out of the copse. We walked back in silence, me occasionally
checking to see they were following.

Eventually we arrived back at the car park. I looked over my shoulder to
make one last comment and arrange to swap clothes back. Tom and Simon were
again nowhere in sight. I stood for some time watching but they did not
reappear.

I didn't feel too bad about that - I'd had a great time with them.

I still have those briefs and those tracksuit bottoms. Sometimes I even put
them on to remind myself of that wonderful afternoon near Threave castle.