Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 16:38:15 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Highland Flings 8

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Highland Flings 8

But, still. Even in the midst of sexual tension, I still have to take the
comedic opportunity at hand.

"Ahem, Master Cameron. What did you're last slave die of?" I giggled.

Cameron busted up and pretended to think.

"Hmm. I seem to recall kicking his head in after he refused to shut some
curtains!" He said, at last.

I just lost it completely.

"See, that is why you are my best friend!" I gasped between giggles as I
closed over the curtains and turned on the light.

"Oh really?" he said, walking over to me.

He then unzipped his fly and fished out his half-hard boner, much to my
surprise! He then started waving his pride and joy at me while saying "And
is this the reason why you're my boyfriend?"

My cock began pulsing again, aching for release.

"Well" I said, cool to the last. "It's not the only reason."

I walked up to him and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from
the waistband of his jeans, hoping he'd get the hint.

He did. He pulled off his t-shirt and threw it on his newly claimed bed.

He grabbed at my shirt as well.

No need for words any more. I lifted up my arms like a toddler and he
pulled my shirt over my head. He then tossed the garment aside onto my bed.

I placed my hand on his chest and lightly stroked his nipples, bringing
them to their full attention.

He shivered at my ministrations and began to moan quietly.

I unsnapped his fly and pushed down his jeans just low enough to expose his
red underwear and his dick, now up to full mast, which was poking through
the fly.

The fly constricted the blood flow slightly to his penis, which engorged it
to just over 6 veiny, creamy inches, and his head flared out and went an
even deeper shade of red.

The sight of that beautiful penis awoke some kind of primal energy inside
me. I now wanted that thing inside of me more than ever before.

I surprised myself with the fact my thoughts were turning dirtier by the
second.

So I looked him straight in the eye and lapped at the head of his dick.

His head went back and he began making light, slightly scary snorting
noises with his nose.

Never letting off his head for more than a second, I pulled down his
underwear and stuffed them in his mouth to shut him up, since it was the
middle of the afternoon and there were probably people milling about.

Besides, he did look pretty sexy with his underwear in between his ruby-red
lips.

I pulled off my shorts and underwear to free my swinging pre-teenhood, then
jumped onto the bed beside him and straddled his pelvis, my balls slapping
onto his belly and my shaft pulsed in agreement with the warm sensation
under me.

Taking the initiative, yet again, I somehow managed to reach over to the
bedstand and locate the hand cream I had nicked from the bathroom cabinet,
initially for a bit of solo gratification, but now, it was going to
facilitate the loss of my virginity!

I couldn't have picked a better person if I tried. One of the biggest dicks
I had ever seen on a pre-teen, attached to the sexiest body of all time,
underneath me and (it seemed) was as willing to fuck as I was!

I looked him straight in the eye, reached behind me to grab his dick and
slap it's head against my rosebud by way of a not-too subtle invitation.

His eyes widened in surprise.

"Re...Really?" he stammered, his voice failing.

I just nodded.

He just smiled, grabbed the side of my head and pulled me down for a kiss.

I let him go at it for a few seconds, then pulled off his mouth and rolled
off him to give myself better access to his dick.

I took an enormous dollop of the hand cream and spread it liberally across
his shaft. I then pulled back his foreskin and carefully applied some cream
to the head and coronal ridge.

I then retook my position across his pelvis and started applying the excess
all over my hole and slightly inside with my fingers, to (hopefully) help
make things go smoother.

"You ready?" I panted.

Without speaking, he grabbed his dick, pulled back his foreskin and applied
pressure against my ring. He gently started increasing the pressure and
after a few seconds, my hole began to relax and his head slipped inside of
me.

I was aware of a sudden burning sensation in my ass, and I cried out
involuntarily as my body reacted instinctively to attempt to push the
invader out, but I fought the sensation and resisted the urges.

Cameron looked concerned, but I just smiled and held out my hand,
indicating he should hang on.

He held fast, as the burning sensation subsided and began to feel
pleasant. I nodded at him to keep going and suddenly remembered something I
had heard in a porno; "Push out like you're taking a shit and it'll slip in
easier!". I decided to follow this advice and started pushing out.

The ripplings that went through my ass were obviously pleasurable for him
as he started panting and moaning pretty loudly, having spat out his
underwear.

Suddenly, my ass relaxed enough and Cameron's member suddenly slipped in
the rest of the way.

My body screamed at me, objecting to this sudden invasion and between
moans, told Cameron to "Wait...Wait till I...I get used to it"

After a few minutes, the burning sensation began to be replaced with so
much pleasure and when Cameron flexed his cock by accident, it hit against
my prostate.

My body, at that point, just exploded into a billion pins and needles,
concentrated on my ass and cock, which grew to an inch past it's normal
size with a bulging purple head.

Cameron looked at my dick and started licking his lips. I gave him a thumbs
up, but with my other hand telling him to go slow.

Taking the hint, Cameron slowly began to pull out of me until only his head
was left. I was left with a tremendous sense of emptiness before he started
pushing in slightly quicker.

I whimpered every time he pulled out of me, and moaned in sexual bliss
every time he pushed in, hitting my prostate. I could feel every bump,
every vein and every ridge inside me.

I loved it, completely.

I registered that under me, Cameron's face had gone red and his tongue was
hanging out in total bliss.

He lost all sense of himself completely. His higher brain was swamped with
dopamine, so his primal systems took over and started humping.

"Oh! Oh! Cameron!" I panted. "It hurts! Oh, it hurts so good!"

This was the last comprehensible thing either of us said before our lower
brain functions took over and, while he was humping into me, I pushed back,
attempting to get even more of him inside me.

After a few slip outs and frantic re-assignments, we finally got a rhythm
going.

My ass was on fire and my body was locked into humping and humping alone.

Our panting and humping became more erratic. I sensed Cameron was getting
close. I was getting close too. I could feel my balls drawing up and my
prostate quivering and getting ready to shoot.

One more bump against my prostate and that was it. The dam was broken.

I had my first hands-free orgasm of my young life, and it was amazing.

4 ropes of semi-clear stuff shot out of my slit and all over Cameron's
chest.

The tightening and all over squeezing in my ass sent Cameron on his course
of orgasm as well.

He pushed his cock as far as it would go and anchored it there as I could
feel at least 3 huge shots coat my insides.

I rolled over onto the bed as Cameron turned with me, still anchored inside
me.

He started pulling out, but I stopped him.

"No, please. Keep it in me" I whispered.

"We should get more comfortable, though" he whispered back.

"Good point" I concurred.

He pulled out of me, which made me whimper, but as we adjusted into the
classic spooning position, he slipped his still-hard dick back inside me,
which made me sigh.

I turned my head to kiss him.

"I love you" I whispered.

"Love you too, bud" he whispered back.

"Always..."

The feeling of a softening cock in your ass is one of the most pleasurable
things you can ever have.

It's not just the sensation, it's the knowing. Knowing that this is the
cock that popped your cherry.

The cock that pumped it's love juices into you, where they will become part
of you forever.

We stayed like that, with Cameron still inside me, spooned up behind me,
for what seemed like forever, but was probably more likely only a few
hours.

We stayed pretty still, with the occasional stroke of a shoulder, cheek or
hair, and the occasional kiss. It was seventh heaven.

Until I happened to glance at the clock and notice it was 5.30.

Cameron had managed to doze off and my arm had started to go to sleep, so I
gently nudged him and he rolled over. Off the bed.

Needless to say, he woke up instantly, rubbing his side with a pained look
on his face.

I just laughed and with the usual lack of sympathy or subtlety, said "Come
on, sleepyhead! It's half five and we'll be missed if we don't go to
dinner!"

He just raised an eyebrow and stood up, still rubbing his side.

I looked over as he stood up and his swaying deflated jewels caught my eye.

I reached over and cupped them.

"At least these weren't damaged" I smirked, gently squeezing his nuts.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me off him.

"Leave off!" he laughed. "You've had enough of that for now!"

"Aw" I pouted.

"Wasn't it you that said we needed to get to dinner?" he said,
sarcastically.

I conceded. I went over to my side of the cupboard and pulled out my
slightly frayed yellow-striped trackies and my favourite Superman t-shirt.

I turned round and saw Cameron in the tightest pair of shorts that I
remembered from orientation and a red Nike t-shirt that I could have sworn
he had borrowed from me.

But, no matter. We were both reasonably dressed for communal dinner, so we
pulled on our jackets and jogged across the dirt and concrete paths to the
main centre.

Cameron and I sat next to Adam and his insanely handsome cabin-mate, Peter.

He was wearing tight blue jeans that clung to him and accentuated his butt
and nice package nicely and an extremely worn out red Nike t-shirt with
holes in his armpits large enough to see, when he stretched, his completely
hairless armpits and sides that looked pretty tight.

In retrospect, I guess he wore that t-shirt specifically as a come
on. Needless to say, it worked.

I drank him in while my unconscious mind nattered on with everyone else,
who were going a bit stir-crazy over the lack of activity that day.

With the obvious exception of Cammy and I.

We heard that there was going to be an impromptu indoor football match
after dinner, skins and shirts!

Despite hating football, I liked the idea of a skins and shirts match.

Looking over at Cammy, Adam and Peter, they looked like they very much
liked the idea too.

We all wolfed down our dinner and headed out to the indoor pitch.

Thankfully, the rain was easing off and it looked like activities would be
back on tomorrow.

At least, for now.

When we finally got there, the game was in full swing.

There were a crowd of around 20 people gathered around the sides, egging on
a team of seven boys in various colours of t-shirt, and seven other boys
dressed in only shorts and shoes.

Guess which ones we gave the most attention to?

We had no idea who was winning, nor did we care. All we were interested in
were the guys who were playing.

Scott, the goalie, was one of the resident footballers.

He played for the local team every Sunday and it made him strong.

Every time he reached up to catch a ball or to high-five one of his
team-mates, his chest contracted and revealed his stark white six pack,
incredibly firm pecs and shoulders and, when he adjusted his shorts, it
revealed a tan line.

This being Scotland, it just meant he had slightly more colour to his torso
than to his groin.

Jake, the striker, was so much more tanned than everyone else and loved
showing it off.

As far as I remember, his mother was Italian, so despite the sun only
shining for a few weeks here and there, he kept his tan at an Australian
beachboy level, despite never having set foot there in his life.

I had known him vaguely for a while and, for as long as I had known him, he
had always been a lot more physical than other boys.

He hugged people at the drop of a hat and loved jumping on everyone's
back. Nobody else seemed to mind. In fact, some of them seemed to enjoy it.

All except, it seemed, from Connor.

Despite being one of the most chiselled guys in the year, neither girls nor
guys went anywhere near him.

Why?

Because he's a homophobe. His father was rumoured to be in prison for
killing a gay guy, and his mother was as distant as anything.

He had only just moved here and did have a few friends, but mostly girls.

There was another rumor that he had gotten a girl at his old school
pregnant, but it had never been proven.

When he managed to score a goal, John jumped on his back.

"Get the fuck off me, you faggot!" he shouted, forcefully shoving John off
of his back.

John landed in a painful heap on the floor. The game stopped abruptly and
everyone turned to the unfolding escapade.

"What the hell man?" Jake moaned.

"I don't want you're faggotness anywhere near me you cock-sucker! I might
catch something!" Connor shouted, spitting on the floor right next to him.

At that point I had heard enough.

I walked right over to Jake and helped him up. I sensed Cameron was right
next to me, smelling trouble.

Before turning to Connor, I mouthed "It's okay".

I then rounded on Connor and launched a tirade of abuse in his direction.

"What the fuck are you playing at!" I shouted, loud enough for the whole
room to hear.

"Why on earth would you do that to another human being?".

He tried to say something, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Don't even try it, you despicable creature" I hissed.

"I don't pretend to know John that well, but I sure as hell know that if he
is gay, then that is his business!

It doesn't make a difference if he likes boys, girls or even sock puppets,
he is still a wonderful, beautiful human being that does not deserve to be
spat on or put down!

All he tried to do was celebrate a goal with you, one of his teammates!"

Cameron and John, along with both teams and all the spectators were
staring, open-mouthed at me and Connor, who seemed to be getting angrier.

But I wasn't done quite yet.

I drew myself to my full height and towered over him, which wasn't hard and
spoke incredibly softly, just loud enough for him, Cameron and John to
hear.

"I happen to be gay, and happy with it, and I will challenge anyone who
threatens anyone or puts anyone down, just because of the fact they like
boys instead of girls."

I smirked slightly. "Besides, people who put other people down for being
gay are quite often extremely insecure with their own sexuality, aren't
they?"

Connor's face went red, his hands were clenching and unclenching at his
side, all telltale signs of aggression.

But, even though I was staring him down, he avoided my gaze.

"I thought so." I sneered. "You can't even look me in the eye!"

Suddenly, his fist flew through the air towards me as he was shouting "Look
at this, faggot!"

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End Of Chapter 8

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