Date: Mon, 3 May 2004 09:32:02 -0700
From: Homer's Odyssey <oremond@earthlink.net>
Subject: A Tramp in Scotland -7

Well dudes, I'm back with the latest on the tramp in Scotland.  The usual
caveats apply! Don't read this Male to Male sex story if it is illegal
for you  to do so.  This story is true but the names an places may have
been changed to protect the guilty.  There is no mention of protected
sex, but it goes without saying, that in these days of Aids and other
sexually transmitted disease it is imperative that dudes
protect themselves and their partners.

There is no copy right so if you want to plagiarize or copy go ahead.
Who in hell would want to copy right this anyway?  Editors and publishers
are welcome to contact me if you like my writing and maybe we can do a
deal with some hot sex on the side!

If you have comments or suggestions feel free to E-Mail me at
"Homer's Odyssey"  oremond@earthlink.net  .  I don't open attachments and
I am not the smartest bear in the forest so I can't send pictures.  Be
assured that if you take the time to write I will answer!

There are some dudes out there whom I do want to thank and mention.
Norman, thanks for your expertise and technical help about Scotland.
Joel and Lance, I haven't  heard from you in a while but thanks for
getting me started.  Jason, captain of the Argo what can I say?  Graduate
and find a great job in New York City.

So, lets have at it.


We were waiting on the steps of the Barracks at Fort George, when two
30ish soldiers drove up in a military lorrry.  The Colonel had sent them
to give us a ride to Aberdeen.  They had some military supplies to pick
up there and we were along for the ride.  Keith, the taller blond  dude
was a hunk and wore a commando patch on his uniform.  Tim was slightly
shorter, slimmer and maybe a bit under 30.  Both were hot looking dudes
and had wide smiles.  They were easy talkers with some sexual innuendo in
there talk.  Keith seemed very interested in Han's and my relationship.
He asked if we had girl friends and when we both said no, there was a
wide grin on both his and Tim's faces.  He asked us if we did girls and
how we were making out on our tramp.  Hans said yes he did girls but we
hadn't had any luck for over a week.  I just kept my mouth shut, but
noticed Keith's and Tim's grins getting wider.

When we had gone about 16 kilometers we came to a fair size town called
Nairn.  (Uncut Dudes, I shit you not,  I haven't a clue as to what Nairn
means; except that it is the name of a town on the east coast of
Scotland.)

On the outskirts of town Keith stopped at a Wimpeys for coffee.  (For
uncut dudes, Wimpey was a cartoon character in the Popeye comic strip. He
ate hamburgers by the dozens.  There were an  Olive Oyl and Swee'pea
characters too.  But, there are  no Popeye, Olive Oyl or Swee'pea
restaurants that I know of.) We all went in and stretched our legs and
had a terrible cup of coffee as only the Europeans (or Wimpeys) can
brew.  When we returned to the lorry, I was rewarded for my bad thoughts
on the coffee, by the lorry not starting.  Keith kept trying the starter
until the battery gave out.  So there we were,  about half an hour from
Fort George and the wheels had broken down.  (Wheels, uncut dudes,  are
vehicles meant to be driven, such as autos, pick ups and lorries.)  Keith
went back into the Wimpeys and called the Motor Transport office at Fort
George.  They told him they would send a mechanic and repair vehicle as
soon as possible.

Hans and I talked it over and decided to stay with the lorry, until help
arrived.  Keith  gave the Wimpey  phone number to the Fort George Motor
Transport office and they told us that things were very busy and not to
expect them until late afternoon.  Keith said that was bad news, and in
his experience that mint it could be next morning before help arrived.
There is no Automobile Club towing service for the British Army in
Scotland.  Of course there isn't!

So, we agreed to stay with Keith and Tim.  We had our sleeping bags and
there was food, such as it was, nearby at Wimpeys.  Just after noon Keith
suggested that Hans and I accompany him on a walk to the center of Nairn
and Tim would stay with the lorry in case the Fort George mechanic would
show up.  It sounded good and we were soon walking near a public camping
beach.  Hans and I talked it over and decided that when Keith and Tim
left for Aberdeen we would camp at the beach instead of going on with
them.

On the way back to Wimpeys Keith picked up 8 bottles of ale and some
sandwiches from a store on the way.  There had been no one from Fort
George and Tim was taking a snooze.  We pushed the lorry over to where
there were some trees and we started making a camp site.  Keith and Tim
had no sleeping gear so Hans and I said we would share,  much to the
grinning appreciation of our hot soldier mates. There was a grassy edge
of the parking lot and we spread our sleeping bags there and covered them
with our blankets. The lorry had a covered back area so we had a place to
go in case of rain.

We sat around the lorry eating Wimpey burgers and the sandwiches Keith
had bought in town.  We sipped the ale and told stories of our travels
and both Keith and Tim told of being in Bosnia and the fighting there.
As it grew darker, we sort of paired off, Hans and Tim, Keith and me.  It
was after 9 PM when it got completely dark.  The lights at Wimpeys gave a
little light but at 10 PM the Wimpys' lights went off and it got dark
enough so no one could see us.  Keith had put his arm around my shoulder
and was  gently stroking my right thigh.  Every time he stroked up, he
came closer to my hard cock and balls.  I lay back into his arm and let
him unzip the fly of my shorts.  He pulled the shorts down and off.  Then
he worked on my french thong and I was naked from the waist down.  He
began playing with my cock and cupping my balls and gently squeezing
them.  Uncut dudes, I was hot, and horney.  I shucked my shirt and T
shirt and helped Keith take off his camouflage uniform and then his boxer
shorts.  We had taken off our shoes and socks when it got  dark so now we
both were completely bare ass.  Keith rolled me onto my side and lay down
beside me in the grass  in a 69 position.  I quickly found his hard uncut
cock and began licking the shaft and gently sucking the uncovered tip.
Keith was groaning and deep throating my hard throbbing cock.  When I
thought I couldn't take  it any more without coming he pulled away and
reversed our position so he could kiss and tongue my mouth.  We ground
our bods together rubbing our still hard cocks together.  Keith started
fingering my ass and rubbing up and down the crack.  Then, I almost came
when he inserted two of his fingers into my ass hole.  He whispered "I am
going to fuck that sweet ass and then you are going to fuck me!!!"  I
whispered back "Yes, oh yes!  Just don't let Hans know what you are
doing!!! Oh God!  Do it now, before I come."  He pulled my legs onto his
shoulders and again whispered "I want to see and kiss your face when I do
it!!  Oh, mate you are so sweet and tender."  He spat on his  hand and
lubricated his already pre cum wet cock.  When he slipped it in it was
big and juicy. His strokes were slow at first and as he pressed past my
prostate I almost shot with each of his strokes.  The feeling i was
having could only be imagined like when you are scratching and find a
spot where it gets feeling better and better.  Although his cock was a
tight fit, I had never been fucked so completely and deeply.  Ordinarily,
i wasn't a bottom but this Scottish artilleryman knew how to use his
cannon.  It was so good, but eventually his fuck pace quickened and he
spasamed as he shot load after load of cum up my tight ass.  I squeezed
his cock with my ass muscles and he groaned and moaned with the pleasure
of it.  We lay together with his cock dripping cum from my ass and
finally he pulled out and whispered "God, that was good! Now it's your
turn!"   He got on his hands and knees and wanted me to do it doggie
style. I used some of his cum from my ass and lubed my 6 1/2 inch cut
cock. ( That's a gay eight for you uncut dudes.)  I was hard and ready
but I'd never fucked an ass like Keith's.  His ass muscles squeezed when
I pulled almost out and then as I pushed in, his ass felt like it was
sucking me in.  I grabbed his waist and stroked his  hardening cock.
When i could hold on no longer I shot and shot and shot.  He was coming
in my hand and we were both panting and groaning loud enough to stop the
traffic on the roadway out front of Wimpey's.  My Artillery mate
continued to squeeze and suck my cock into his ass until I was squeezed
dry and was limp and draped over his bubble ass.

We lay close together and stroked and caressed each other while we sucked
face and pressed our cocks together.  We heard Hans and Tim on their
blanket on the grass making slurping and moaning noises.

Now, Hans was sitting and straddling Tim and rubbing their cocks
together.  I remembered the fantastic feeling of Hans' big hand squeezing
and fondling our cocks together.  Tim was almost shouting "Oh Jeez!
That's it!  Your cock feels so good pressed against mine!"  Oh, come here
and kiss me!  I want to feel your whole body against me!"  Hans rolled
off of Tim onto his back and pulled Tim on to him and took Tim's
throbbing cock between his thighs and let Tim dry fuck him.  Tim was wild
and the friction of his cock between Hans' thighs soon had him jerking
and moaning.  "I'm coming, I'm coming!" he moaned;  "Oh, it feels so
good!  So good!"  His moans were cut off when he pressed his face an lips
onto Hans' mouth.  After a bit they broke apart and Tim went down on
Hans' cock.  Tim must have been an ace cock sucker.  He soon had Hans on
the brink.  Hans' cock was big but Tim was able to take it all, and soon
his rhythm was set to deep throating  and withdrawing  to where just the
tip and foreskin were in his mouth.  Hans was gripping  Tim's head as he
came closer and closer to an orgasm.  Then he exploded and cum was
dripping from  Tim's mouth.  Tim continued to suck and finally Hans got
soft and Tim moved up and they clasped each other and pulled up the
blanket.

Keith and I were mesmerized and were soon hard again watching them get it
off.  We continued to suck face and fondle and caress each others bods.
When we were hard again, Keith whispered, "Put it in me again, Mate. I
want to go to sleep with your hot cock in my ass!"  I quickly slid my cum
soaked cock into his sweet ass and that is how we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we woke early and got things sorted before the traffic
at Wimpeys got really started.  We went over to Wimpeys and cleaned
ourselves as best we could in the rest room and had cups of their
horrible coffee with buns and sausage. At our booth Keith groped me under
the table and I am sure Hans was getting the same treatment from Tim.
When I tented, Keith laughed and grabbed my arm and said "O.K. , mates
lets go and see what is with the lorry."   I really stuck out but there
 was no help for it and I walked as close to Keith's ass as I could to
shield what I thought everyone in the place was looking to see.  Keith
and Tim were chuckling all the way to the lorry.

At about 9 AM  rescue arrived and the lorry was attached for towing back
to Fort George.  The dudes from the rescue party had some thermoses of
hot tea and some sweet rolls that they shared.  Keith talked them out of
a plastic tarp that he gave to Hans and me for a tent or cover in case of
rain.  He joked "You can get under it and no one will know what you are
doing!  Just think of Tim and me when you are doing it."  Everyone
laughed even the rescue dudes from Gort George.  I was beginning to think
that all of the young good looking Artillery men from Fort George must be
gay!!!   (Uncut dudes, remember, names and places have been changed to
protect the guilty and Fort George really isn't Fort George and Artillery
men could be Commandos or otherwise.  It happened, but the where and with
whom, is for you to figure out. I promise from here on there will be no
shilly shally about where and with whom we get it on.)

After hugs and exchanging addresses Keith and Tim rode off with the
rescue team an Hans and I headed for the beach area we had seen
yesterday.

We stopped at a small restaurant  and ate some fish and chips for lunch.
Hans asked me what I thought of Keith and we both agreed that Keith and
Tim were a pair of hot dudes.  We had forgotten to ask, but we wondered
if they were a "couple" back at Fort George.  It seemed right if they
were.

At the beach campsite we asked an older couple at the next place if they
would watch our stuff while we walked along the shore.  We had walked to
the beach and rented a space near the water for 5 pounds.  The
 older couple next to us agreed to watch our gear while we walked up a
paved path along the seawall.  The  path went along in front of some
water front houses and by a fancy hotel and then by a cool golf course.
I think it might have been called Links or something, but I don't really
know the difference between a golf course and golf links.  (uncut dudes,
I must confess that your author was never really well off enough to play
golf or to ski for that matter either!  Who can afford $300 for golf fees
or for lift tickets and room at the ski lodge?)

Speaking of high finance, we were running short of cash so we went into
the hotel and asked if they needed any waiters or dish washers, and if
they did we were available.  We got the job on the spot and they told us
to report at 9 AM the next morning.  It was a swank place and when we
told them that we didn't have any working clothes, they said not to
worry,  they could fit us out.

We walked back along the sea wall path in high spirits and when we were
almost at the beach camping ground there was a small fast food cafe
 where we got a meal before going back to our campsite.  The older couple
had taken care of our gear and we pitched the camp by spreading out our
zipped together sleeping bags and covering them with the plastic tarp.
We sat with the older couple and talked until after dark. Then we got
into our sleeping bag nest and spooned.  My cock was comfortably laying
in the crack of Hans' ass and we drifted off to sleep without getting it
on, or off whichever you care to think.  We had sexed it up for most of
the night before and had walked a long way up and down the seawall path,
so we drifted off in each others arms.

Dudes this has gone on a lot longer than I expected and there is a lot I
want to tell you about what happened at the hotel.  I'll stop for now,
but be sure I am beginning Chapter 8  as you read this.  Take it easy and
where ever you can get it!    Blind Homer.