Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 12:54:52 +0100 (BST)
From: Michael Williams <saqinx@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Highland Fling

Highland Fling

by Andy Saquin

saqinx@yahoo.co.uk

Any comments or suggestions appreciated.

DISCLAIMER:

If you are offended by homosexual content and themes, please do not
read further. I accept no responsibilities if the written text offends
as you are reading it of free choice. This work remains solely the
property of the author and may not be reproduced without prior request.

This is purely fictional work, any similarities between characters and
events and any real situation are purely coincidental, unless otherwise
noted.


Highland Fling


Calumn snuggled into the grass as he stared into the stars.  The
evening was remarkably dark and clear yet harboured a sallow crisp
wind.  Calumn's eyes wandered from star to star, not lingering long at
any particular point.  He was enjoying the passing moments of time.
He lay on a deep ledge halfway up the large hill that towered over his
village.  His house, or rather, his parents house, was one of the ten
small cottages that lined the lonely road through their glen.  He was
accustomed to watching time flow by.  It had been over a year since
he finished at high school.  There was no job around here and he had
little ambition to sort out what he wanted to do with his life.

His father was retired, a proud and soured miner.  In the days the
mine was open, his father was well respected in this and the
neighbouring villages.  Now he said little. His mother meant well.
She wanted him to have a good life.  This translated to having a job,
a wife, and giving her grandchildren.  It was almost as important to
respect this order as it was to achieve each one.  This meant she was
preoccupied with getting him a job.  "Mary Campbell told me this
morning that the Jacobs are looking for a Farm hand" she would say,
looking hopefully at Calumn.  He didn't do well at school although he
stayed until he was 18, but he knew he didn't want to work on a farm.
Animals up close made him feel sick.

A star flashed in the corner of his eye.  A shooting star?  He hadn't
quite caught it in his vision, so denied himself a wish.  What would
he wish for anyway?  A job?  No, that was his mothers wish.  That was
his problem, he concluded.  He didn't have a wish.  He jumped to his
feet.  It was appropriate to end his star gazing on a depressing
thought.  It just felt right.

Halfway down "old pete" as the hill was affectionately named he noticed
something wrong with the lights from the houses below.  Something was
different. He stopped and looked carefully.  There was his house, then
Mrs Campbell's, then the Stewart's, then... .  The old McLeod house had
lights on.  No-one had lived at the McLeod house for as long as he
could remember.  He hadn't even thought it was habitable.  He
continued his downward jaunt looking intriguingly at this new addition
to the evening light-scape.  Crossing the stream at the jump point, he
decided to follow it to the bridge and walk the road home rather than
take the short-cut across the Jacob's fields.  This would take him
past this novel bemusement.

The drive was overgrown but recently brushed to each side.  He decided
to wander up in the safety of the night.  It was his village after all,
and he was just wanting to know what was going on.  He could see the
house.  A small van was parked by the front door.  Lights were coming
from the lower window left of the door, and the upper window above it.
He crept up to the van and peered around its rear through the old
Georgian window panes into an empty and rundown room.  There were some
boxes on the floor in the centre.  There was silence.  He waited.  He
wanted to see life.  He wanted to see who had interrupted his small
world.

The longer he waited the more nervous he became.  He would glance
around him in the dark, wait for his eyes to adjust to the night and
check the shadows about him before looking back into the window.
Suddenly a shiver sprang down his spine.  He didn't know why, but he
immediately felt uncomfortable.  He should leave, he thought.  He
backed around the van, and turned.  At a quick pace he jogged down the
drive and along the main road not stopping until reaching the
familiarity of his front door.  He was panting heavily as he pushed it
open.

"Who's moved into the old McLeod house?" Calumn announced between puffs
as he pushed into the lounge.

"What?" his mother looked confused.

"There are lights on there" he continued, still puffing.

"You must be mistaken, no-one can live there" his mother dismissed him,
but retained her concerned frown.

"Its just what I saw" he grunted as he turned upstairs to his bedroom.

Calumn left the light off as he entered his room.  Climbing on the
dresser by the front window he could just see the McLeod house from
the top corner.  There was a dim light in the one window that he could
view.  He heaved a deep breath.  What had given him such a fright?
Why had he ran?

The late morning sunlight crossed the bed, splitting it in two.
Calumn moaned.  He was not a morning person.  He hadn't gone to bed
late, you just sleep more when you're board.  Quickly, he opened his
eyes remembering what he planned to do this morning.  He slid out of
bed, and pulled on his old jeans. Grabbing a shirt, he headed
downstairs, and quietly stepped outside, unnoticed.

Calumn had no idea what time it was.  The sun hung high in the sky, so
it was probably late.  He crossed the quiet road and entered one of the
meadows keeping a weary eye on the distant highland cows.  He knew
they weren't interested in him, but he preferred not to go too close.
Once in the field he headed parallel to the road at the rear of the
houses.  The McLeod house protruded into the field surrounded by old
trees and overrun hedges.

He approached the house from under a large oak tree that encroached on
the field.  There was a fence, but it was twisted and coiled in the
wild hedge it once tamed.  He had been in the property a couple of
times when he was young and had a vague memory that he was approaching
the house from a corner with few windows.  Relief broke across his
brow as he emerged from the undergrowth.  He had remembered correctly,
and remained hidden from the gaze of the house.  He was also on the
cool shaded side, and could bend and peek into the windows gaining a
decent view.

The first window yielded nothing interesting.  It reviled a very
derelict house.  One of the internal walls looked like it had
collapsed and the door of this room lay on the floor.  He proceeded to
the next window.  It received a slither of sunlight that made the room
glow.  Calumn froze.  In the far corner of the room was a mattress on
the floor.  On it lay a sleeping man.  A white sheet loosely covered
his lower half.  Calumn was mesmerised.  His chest was exposed and the
light highlighted a perfect abdomen disappearing under the sheet.
Rippling with gentle muscles like you only see in Hollywood.  He
couldn't take his eyes of him.

Something was happening.  Something he feared.  He reached into his
toruses and shifted his growing member to let it expand.  Was it the
fear of a stranger that excited him.  Or was it the beauty of .... a
man.  Calumn quickly ducked.  The man had begun to slowly roll.  When
he peaked over the window ledge again the he was gone.  Calumn ducked
again not knowing what to do.  He should go.  He knew he should go,
but wanted to stay, he wanted to see more.

Listening for a few minuets he decided to go to the next window and
peek in there.  The window was mottled, probably the old bathroom.  It
was cracked, but he couldn't see through it.  He went around the
corner, into the full sunlight.  This would make looking in the
windows difficult and dangerous.  There was noise.  A ruffled noise of
paper.  It came from the next window which was open.  It looked like
the lower half of the old Georgian window was missing, probably for
many years.  Calumn didn't know what to do.  He wanted to look.  He
was still excited.  Slowly he edged his head upwards at the corner of
the ledge.

He stopped breathing.  He saw the man completely naked crouching
before a cardboard box in the centre of the room.  He was facing away
from the window, but Calumn still couldn't breath.  He could see the
mans large balls hanging under his crouching backside.  There was also
sure he could see the tip of a flaccid penis.  His backside was
perfect.  There was no tan lines and his muscles were all firm.  The
man stood, but Calumn didn't move.  His eyes were caught in this
beauty.  He was now unwrapping what looked like an electric kettle.
His back muscles rippled as he stretched the electric cord.  He
started to turn and Calumn ducked.  He sat close under the window
hoping he wasn't seen. He listened.

Calumn breathed.  He heard water.  Not a tap, it sounded like a bottle
emptying its contents.  He could imagine water sloshing into the kettle.
He imagined the abdomen and the muscled arms grasping a bottle.  He
closed his eyes in the sun, listening.

"Hi"

Calumn jumped, tripped and rolled under the window.  During his roll
he caught a glimpse of the man now leaning out looking at him.  He
panicked, and slipped as he tried to regain his balance.  Once
standing he looked up again, and saw how beautiful the mans face was.
He was smiling.  It was a pleasant smile.  He had folded his arms and
rested them on the window ledge.

"Hi" he repeated.

Calumn was flustered, and knew he looked flustered.  He had that white
Scottish skin that turned crimson around the cheeks when he was
embarrassed.  He knew it was happening now.

"Hi" he finally uttered in reply.

"You live around here?"  The mans voice was deep.  It had a nice
Scottish east coast ripple to it, not hard like his west coast accent.

"Aye, I live up the road."  Calumn couldn't organise his brain to say
anything more interesting.

"I'm Michael" he extended his arm so Calumn could see down his chest
but no further.

He gulped and stuttered his reply.

"Calumn" he moved closer trying not to look down the arched and
rippled abdomen as he grasped Michael's hand.

"I'm just moving in, plan to do it up."  Michael smiled as he spoke.

"Needs a lot of work." Calumn added, beginning to regain his thoughts.

"No kidding."

"Are you going to do the work yourself?"  Calumn asked, although he
was not sure why.

"Aye, it won't be quick though, I'll be commuting from Edinburgh for
odd weeks or maybe a month here and there" he paused, before changing
track, "Do you want to join me for a tea, I've just got the kettle
on?"

Calumn didn't know what to do.  He wanted to say yes, and he wanted to
say no. He flustered again.

"It'll be nice to get to know a local"  Michel continued.

"OK" Calumn heard himself replay.

"Go around to the front and I'll let you in" Michel said as he pulled
himself in from the ledge.

As Calumn headed around the house, he wondered if Michel would still
be naked when he let him in.  What would he do if he was?  Calumn felt
sure he would be too distracted and embarrassed to act normally.  What
if this man was to talk to others in the town.  What if he told them
Calumn had been looking in the windows.  Calumn's thoughts sent ice
down his spine.  He still had a hard-on, but at least that was
concealed under his baggy shirt.

He saw the van again as he turned into the front of the house.  There
was a loud click, and the front door was opening just as it came into
view.  Michel was standing there.  Thank god, thought Calumn, as Michel
was wearing boxer shorts, the sort of floppy baggy ones.  These were
black, and curved beautifully around his body.

"Welcome to my new abode" Michel waved him down the entrance.  It was
an absolute mess.  There was plaster dust, bricks, and even blocks of
old stone lying around.

"Is it safe?"  Calumn asked.

"yes, but only just.  I had it surveyed by a friend of mine before I
brought it."

Calumn really didn't think it looked habitable.

"In here, this is the safe side of the house" Michael chuckled as he
led Calumn into the room where the kettle rattled in the corner.

"Tea is all I have I'm afraid."

"Thats fine." Calumn felt awkward.  What was he doing here. He headed
across the room to the open window that led to his discovery.

"So do you visit this garden a lot?"  Michael asked.
Calumn looked at him.  His light green eyes were sincere.

"no, I was just nosey to see who had moved in" Calumn thought honesty
was probably best.

"shit, word spreads around fast, I've only been here since late
yesterday evening."

"I saw the lights on last night" Calumn explained.

Michel crouched by the kettle, stretching the boxers over his bum.
Calumn gulped, but couldn't take his eyes off them.  He looked up
making eye contact with Michel who was looking over his shoulder.
Calumn quickly looked away and his cheeks flushed once more.

"No milk I'm afraid"  Michel had stood up and was handing him a cup.
Calumn took it and avoided Michel's eye.  What was he doing here?

"So what do you do around here?"  Michael asked after a brief silence.

"Not much" Calumn finally looked up, and was relieved to see the same
pleasant smile as before.  He couldn't help but glance over his muscled
body.  He noticed a slight bump in the boxers.  Was Michael getting
hard also?  Calumn dared not look again.  He was so excited, his own
hard-on strained in his jeans, thankfully under the tea-shirt.  He was
in uncharted waters.  A beautiful near-naked man was in front of him,
and he was so excited his mind wasn't working.

"I guess there isn't much work around here?"  Michael continued,
before slowly sipping his hot tea.

"Some farm work, but that doesn't really appeal."  Why did he give up
such personal information?  He turned and looked out the open window.

"You have a great view over the Jacob's fields" he continued, not
wanting to look at Michel in case his gaze wanders again.

Suddenly Michael was beside him, Calumn instinctively made way
allowing Michael to lean out next to him.

"Yep, one of the reasons I brought it"  he said.

Calumn was breathing heavy, he could feel the warmth of Michael's flesh
inches from his own.  His mind was spinning.  He couldn't think of
anything to say.  He pulled back away from the window.  He didn't want
the closeness to end, but he didn't know what to do. He took a few
steps back and pretended to look at the state of the house.

Michael too turned.  Calumn glanced back, and this time saw it.  The
boxes could no longer hide a hard-on that dented and strained the
black cotton.  He stared.  Michel took another sip of his tea, before
laying it on the window sill.

"I think," Michael paused, "I think I'm a little excited" he said very
slowly and carefully.

Calumn didn't say anything.  He just let his eyes jump between Michael's
eyes and boxers.

"Do you mind if I ask if you are too?"  Michael sounded hesitant.

Calumn glanced out the window, then back into Michaels eyes.
"yes" he stuttered.

Michel moved across the room slowly.  He reached out and took the tea
from Calumn's hands.  He turned and placed it on the window sill next to
his.

When he turned back, he noticed Calumn hadn't moved.
"Are you OK?"  Michael asked in his slow voice.

"Aye, its" Calumn stammered "its just nothing has ever..." his voice
trailed off.

"Nothing has to happen, we can just talk?"  Michael smiled his
relaxed smile.

"I want..." Calumn paused again.

"What would you like?"  Michael replied.

Calumn couldn't bring himself to say anything.  He wanted to see
Michael naked again.  But naked and aroused.  He gulped before quickly
shooting out his words: "I want to see you naked."
He couldn't believe this was happening, nor that he had said that.

Michael's expression didn't change.  He just slowly pushed open his
boxers at the front and slid them down.  He let them drop to the floor
and stood, his hard-on fully exposed in front of him.

Calumn stared.  It was beautiful.  Michael was beautiful.  His constrained
penis was leaking large amounts of precum.

"May I see you naked too?"  Michael asked directly after a few moments,
waking Calumn out of his trance.

Calumn looked up, unsure what to do.  It seemed less complected now.
He knew what he wanted.  He pulled off his shirt.  He wasn't muscular
or tanned like Michael, he was thin and white.  His jeans clearly
etched a shadow around his hard penis, and he was embarrassed by a
small damp patch that could be seen at its tip.  Fumbling, he undid
the buttons and let the jeans and underwear slip to the floor.  His
penis slapped against his stomach as he let them go.  He silently
slipped his feet out of his trainers before looking up.  He saw the
same reassuring smile.

Michael walked slowly towards him.  He left his hands by his side and
stopped just in front of Calumn.  He lent forward and let his penis
touch Calumn's.

The shock of another man's manhood gently nudging his own was too much
for Calumn.  He breathed in and stood back.  Slowly he lent forward
again letting his penis rub down the side of Michael's.  Hesitantly,
he reached out his hand and gently touched the head of Michael's cock
with his finger tips.  It was amazing.  Another glob of crystal precum
dripped from the end of his own.

"You're beautiful" Calumn said as if in a trance.

"I think you are two" Michael replied.  Calumn glanced back into
his eyes looking for the truth.  He blushed and turned his head
as Michael ran his hand across his cheek.

Quickly Calumn breathed in.  Michael's other hand had swept gently
under his balls, only lightly touching them.  Michael leaned forward,
slowly pulling Calumn into a kiss.  Subtly, their lips intertwined.
Gradually Michael's tongue began to lick the inner edge of Calumn's
lips.  Calumn moaned.  Calumn's arm's slid down Michael's back and glided
over the beautiful behind he had seen earlier.  His fingers gently
prodded Michael's buttocks, feeling their firmness and shape.

Michael pulled away from the kiss.
"Shell we go to the other room?"
Calumn nodded.
Lowering his hand, Michael gently encircled Calumn's penis, and led
him into the room across the hall where he had slept.

In this room where a wedge of sunlight cut it in two, Michael let go
of Calumn and sat on the mattress.  He crossed his legs and looked up
at the young man standing before him.

Calumn smiled.  Sitting with his legs crossed, Michael's penis jutted
upwards in front of his perfect stomach.

"You OK?"  Michael asked.

"Aye" he paused for a good minute as Michael patiently waited.
"its..., I have never...".  He paused again.

"Its OK, we can do what ever you want." Micheal stopped, thinking.
"Have you every fantasied about being with a man?"  He asked.

"yes." Calumn replied, not sure he wanted to continue this exchange.

"Do you want to tell me?"  Michael still had his reassuring smile.

"I imagine", Calumn halted.  Was he really about to tell this man the
thoughts he would often deny himself?  He gulped and sat next to
Michael, extending his white legs onto the floor.
His penis stuck straight out in front of him.
"I image myself..."
"myself fucking you."

Had he really said that.  His forbidden fantasies flooded his mind.
Fucking his best friend at School.

Michael raised an eyebrow.
"Would you like to fuck me?"  he asked in his mellow deep voice.
Calumn nodded.
He didn't know how to do it, but it is what he desperately wanted to do.
Michael pulled him close and they kissed.

After deeply probing Calumn's mouth, he broke the kiss and gently
pushed Calumn flat on the mattress.  His cock glistened with precum.
Michael kissed his neck, his nipple, his navel, and finally he
carefully wrapped his lips around the head of Calumn's penis.  Calumn
breathed deeply.  His mind was wild and out of control.  He wasn't far
from cumming.

Michael could feel Calumn tense as he slid his lips up and down over
the ridge of Calumn's cock head.  He paused, leaving his lips static
down the middle of the shaft.  He didn't want it to finish just yet.
He would make this young man's fantasy come true.

After a short minute, when he felt Calumn relax once more, he slipped
his lips off Calumn's member.  He lent over to his satchel sitting next
to the pillow.  From it he pulled a condom, unwrapped it and slid it
over Calumn's cock.

Calumn looked on in bewilderment.  He had no idea what was about to
happen, but he knew whatever it was he wanted it.

Michael lifted himself up and crouched over Calumn.  He lowered his
arse crack so that Calumn's cock slide up and down between his butt
cheeks.  Calumn wriggled in pleasure, shifting his own penis, sliding
it.  Michael reached behind him and took hold of the ensheathed
penis.  Lifting himself up, he positioned it at the entrance of his
arse hole.  Slowly he lowered himself pushing on Calumn's cock.
Suddenly it slipped in.

Calumn yelped.  He was inside another man.  The warmth of Michael
encircled him.  He almost came just then.

Michael leaned forward and kissed Calumn as he slid is arse, slowly
pulling away from Calumn's cock, before sinking it back down again.  He
could hear Calumn moan during their kiss.  It wouldn't be long.
He clenched his arse and slid it up and down faster.

"Ahhh" Calumn didn't notice he had yelled.  He was shooting loads of
cum, again and again, as Michael rocked on his cock.

Michael slowed his movements and kissed Calumn again.

His eyes were closed.  He hadn't ever cum like that before.  He was in
bliss feeling his cock still deep inside Michael.  A gentle hand
stroke his cheek, and he opened his eyes to look upon the most
beautiful man sitting on top of him.

Michaels cock was hard and glistened a little about its hole.  Calumn
instinctively reached over and slid his white hand over the large cock.
It was about 7 or 8 inches long, and beautiful.  Straight and
symmetrical.  Calumn looked up as he heard Michael moan in response to
his movements.  He keep going, rubbing his hand over the loose skin.
It wasn't circumcised like his own, but the head was fully exposed.

He heard Michael grunt, and looked up.  Suddenly he felt Michael's arse
clench his cock tight.  A glob of cum hit his face, then his chest,
then he saw more dribble on his stomach.  Seeing Michael cum made him
excited again. He stared at Michael in amazement at what had just
happened.  Never in his deepest dreams had he imagined this would
happen to him today.  He lay back and closed his eyes.  He felt
Michael leaned forward and lay on top of him, squelching the cum between
them.

They lay together in silence.