Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2014 22:46:23 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Highland Flings 17 We are nearing the end of this little story now, and I would like to thank everyone for your words of encouragement, and for sticking with me through my shoddy first chapters! I intend to write many more stories in the future and give them to this great archive. With love, Niceguy98 :-) This story is a work of fiction, with some bases in reality, (how else does a good author create a story!) but any names, dates and locations have no basis in reality. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Highland Flings 17 Day 5: I woke from my dreamless sleep to light streaming through the window straight at my face. I moaned gently and screwed up my eyes, opening them slowly to let my eyes get used to the light. That done, I turned to my boyfriend. He was sleeping on his front, his ass in the air in a toddler-like position, but unlike a toddler, he was completely naked, and his balls were gently swinging with the movement of the bed. An extremely delectable sight, all things considered. I nudged him gently to wake him up. He snorted and his eyelids fluttered. "Mmmh... Why did you wake me up?" he whined. "Well," I said, "I thought it was a good idea, considering that it's close to breakfast time." I said. Cameron turned over and yawned. "And..." I added, "I reckoned your balls needed to warm up!" Cameron snorted. "How do you suggest I warm them up then?" he said seductively. "Hmmm..." I vocalised, "I have an idea!" Cameron giggled conspiratorially. I made my move. I moved down to Cameron's crotch and, without preamble, inhaled his length into my mouth and started sucking. Cameron moaned loudly, then saw my cock, erect and flexing and obviously decided he wanted more, so he grabbed it and pushed it into his mouth. This was one of the most erotic positions we had ever been in and it was showing. Our eyes were rolled back and our moaning synchronised. I began playing with his balls, and he reciprocated. I fingered his perineum, he reciprocated. We became one, connected by our mouths and cocks, a cacophony of moans, sucking and slobbering. Our hearts beat as one, our minds connected. Cameron's cock began pulsing and I redoubled my efforts, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. Cameron, to his eternal glory, never let up. This simple fact brought me close too. He pushed his finger on my rosebud and that was it. I pushed my finger into his rosebud and held on. My cock released my seed into his sucking mouth. This brought him up as well, releasing his baby-batter into my mouth. I pulled off his flaccid cock and placed my mouth on his, snowballing our cum and spittle between us, finally splitting and swallowing it down. It was the most delicious nectar possible. We both moaned in approval at the taste and the feeling, glowing in the post-orgasmic bliss. Cameron slapped my shoulder and urged me to get dressed, since we were running late. I conceded, stood up and started to get dressed. As I was pulling my trousers up, I happened to look over at Cameron to see him jump up and down to try and get into his trousers. His ass was wiggling about inside his tight boxers as he jumped. I gave him a low wolfwhistle. He turned his head and winked at me. He finally got his butt into his trousers and stopped giving me his show. I broke away from his ass by gently slapping my cheek and compelled myself to pull my shirt on. I grabbed his shoulder, kissed his cheek and we started to walk to the hall. The light drizzle overnight had turned all of the paths into a mud bath, which would be interesting later on, as we try to get to the hall in our best clothes. Earlier, I had found out what Cameron was wearing for the dance. It turns out that he was planning to wear his dad's kilt from when he was a kid, which was in a completely separate bag, and he had been threatened with death if he damaged or lost it. Just like me, actually. Amazingly, exactly like me. It was going to be very interesting dancing with him. Chatting some more, we decided that we would wait until the end to dance together, but, secretly, I had a better idea. I was considering requesting our song to be played, and asking him to dance with me then. I was sure he was going to love it. I kept this to myself, so once we got to the hall, I told Cameron I needed to go to the loo, and went and cornered Mr Curtis on the way there. He was about to go on stage to do the days announcements, but happily stopped to talk to me. "Hey, Grant!" he vocalised, mostly warmly but with a touch of surprise. "Hi, Mr Curtis!" I said, turning the charm up. "I was wondering if I could ask a favor?" Mr Curtis looked at me slightly suspiciously. "Sure?" he agreed hesitantly. I laughed. "It's nothing bad, don't worry!" I said, trying to put him at ease. "I just wanted to request a song for tonight. Let It Go by Brian Adams and Sarah McLachlan." I continued. Mr Curtis'es eyebrows raised. "Why on earth do you want a love song like that?" he asked. I tilted my head to the side, letting him mull it over for a second. He finally realised, and his face curled into a smile. "Oh!" he said "Cameron!" I smiled warmly. "It was the song from our first dance." I said wistfully. He just smiled and clapped my shoulder. "I wish I had a boyfriend like you!" he laughed. "Oh, wait. I do!" I just laughed, gave him my thanks and walked back to the table. Cameron had no idea where I had just been, so I quickly looked around to make sure no-one was watching, then kissed him quickly on the cheek. "What was that for?" he asked. "Just for being you." I said. He smiled at me, melting my heart. I smirked back and continued eating my breakfast. After a few minutes, the familiar hubbub died down to the familiar caustic tap. "Morning everyone!" Mr Curtis said, "Just to let you know that the End Of Camp dance starts at 5pm tonight, and all camp activities are scheduled to end at 3pm to give everyone a chance to freshen up and find your dates!" Everyone giggled. "I've already had some song requests for tonight-" he winked at me "-and would be more than happy to take any other requests!" Cameron looked at me strangely. I just winked and tapped my nose. I don't think he caught on. I was happy with that. Mr Curtis went on to tell us our days activities. Cameron and I were rostered to try the outdoor assault course, along with Jake and David. Many flashes of underwear, crack and torsos would ensue. Cameron and I were extremely happy with the prospect. We bounded back to our cabin, put on our warm clothes and ran all the way to the entrance. Unfortunately, it seems that everyone else saw us coming, because everyone without fail had tucked their shirts in. There wasn't a crack, waistband or torso at all. Although, a more likely explanation was that it was bloody cold, and no-one wanted to freeze! Cameron and I were both extremely frustrated, and came back to our cabin slightly subdued. Thankfully, I had a plan to lighten the mood. I took us both into the cabin and closed the door. I then shucked off my jumper and shoes and found my iPod. I put on the music that had become so ingrained into every dance we had ever been too it was becoming a cliché. [Music at http://youtu.be/wZv62ShoStY] Cameron looked at me like I had gone mad, but began dancing. We could barely go through the steps, since there was so little room and we couldn't stop laughing, but boy, did we try! When the music ended, we collapsed, still giggling, onto the floor. I looked over at Cameron and caught his eye. His face was still red from exertion and he was gasping, but he managed to spit out "That was fun!" I smiled at him and he continued with a "Thank you!" I shuffled over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Promise me something." I whispered. "What?" he said, stroking my shoulder. "If we do get married one day, we have to have a Batman cake!" I said, completely seriously. Cameron busted up, laughing into my shoulder. "I promise!" he giggled. Yet another promise we kept. We both decided at that point we probably needed to start getting changed, so we grabbed our shower stuff and headed for the blocks. There was a bit of a wait for showers, but we got washed eventually, too focussed to notice the array of meat on display for our perusal. We washed quickly and ran back to our cabin. We both carefully extricated our prized kilts from their resting places and began pulling them on, helping each other with our sporrans and buttons. Unfortunately, neither of us thought it would be a good idea to wear them in true Scottish style (without underwear), since there may be a few raised eyebrows over it. When we were both done, Cameron gave me a twirl and asked me how he looked. I looked him over. His dress shirt hung in just the right position to accentuate his leanness without displaying too much, his sporran fitted comfortably and his kilt was at the perfect length. His long white socks and (plastic) knife completed the look brilliantly. In a moment of spontaneity, I pulled out my camera and snapped a photo of him. That photo now sits in a frame on the mantle in the house, and has never been moved. "You look like the most sexy Scotsman I've ever seen!" I finally said, winking at him. He looked at me and smiled, looking me up and down. "You're not so bad yourself, matey!" he said, hamming up the Highlander accent. I snorted. "Come on!" I slapped his shoulder. We both walked out of our cabins, feeling thoroughly patriotic and made our way to the hall. We saw lots of other guys in kilts as well, and some of the girls had tartan dresses on, but most had gone for the skirts/jeans-tshirt combo. As we walked into the hall, I spotted David and Jake at the side, water bottles in hand chatting animatedly with Kathryn, and sidled over to chat. Mr Curtis was sitting on the stage, controlling the sound system, which was currently playing some random song. We chatted for a bit, until the clock ticked past 7 and the music faded to be replaced with Mr Curtes'es best DJ impression. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to the End Of Camp Dance!" he shouted. Cheers rose up from the crowd. "We're going to kick off proceedings tonight with a Scottish dance, so everyone get in position for the Military Two-Step!" Another cheer rose up and everyone got into a circle. Over the course of that song, every girl I danced with complimented me on my kilt and kissed me on the cheek when it was time to move on. Cameron received the same treatment and we laughed with joy together. The next song came all too soon, and the night flew by, until the final song, that is. I knew it was time when Mr Curtis winked at me. I nodded and he turned back to the mike. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to end the night with a special request from a certain boy who has something very important to ask someone." he said. "Grant?" Every eye in the room turned to me. Time to take the plunge. I turned to Cameron and took his hand. He looked at me, squeezed my hand and smiled. "Cameron..." I said, "Will you give me the honour of this dance?" A collective "Aww." erupted from all over the room. Cameron looked me in the eye, close to tears. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. I smiled and brought him in to my arms. A collective cheer went up as we hugged it out. The spotlight was on us. Mr Curtis turned the music on and told everyone to get into position. When Cameron heard the music, he gasped and looked at me with genuine surprise. I kissed his forehead and we started slow dancing. Everyone else was dancing too, but all eyes were on us. We didn't care though. We only had eyes for each other. "How did you swing this?" Cameron whispered. "Oh," I replied nonchalantly, "I just called in a favor!" He snorted and rested his head on my shoulder. He started singing softly at the chorus, and I joined in. "So take this feeling 'n make it grow, Never let it - never let it go." I kissed his forehead again. "I love you, so much." I whispered. "Me too," he whispered back. "Always..." ------------------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 17 Any comments/constructive critisism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html