Desire in the Isles

by Roland Graeme

  Then Carter ran his hands down to Stash’s belly, splashing water up on it. He could see the fat head of Stash’s waterlogged cock floating, half-submerged, in the water, sticking its glans up to the surface like the periscope of a phallic submarine.

  He reached down lower and grabbed Stash’s rod and flapped it about in the hot water, splashing them both. He then plunged both his hands underwater and felt into Stash’s crack, the water sloshing back and forth around their bodies while Carter found Stash’s manhole and teased its opening with his middle finger. As he gently inserted his finger, the water served as a natural lubrication, its warmth relaxing Stash’s sphincter muscle and enabling Carter to spread it open easily.

  Moaning as Carter rubbed his asshole, Stash turned in the tub so that he was facing his trick, whose huge erection was also breaking the surface of the water when Stash reached down and seized it, squeezing the shaft and pulling at it passionately. He stared, wide-eyed, at the other guy who was fingering his butt.

  “This is kind of decadent, isn’t it? I like having your finger in there,” Stash whispered. “I bet I’d like feeling your cock in there even more.”

  “Yeah. I hate to get out of this nice warm water, though.”

  “We don’t have to.”

  “Huh?”

  Stash reached out with one arm, toward a little table which stood beside the tub. Earlier, he’d placed his toilet kit on it. Now he unzipped the small bag, searched inside it—and pulled out a condom.

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” Carter said. “You want us to fuck right here?”

  “Why not? Haven’t you ever done it underwater, in a swimming pool or a hot tub?”

  “I suppose I should be embarrassed to admit it, but yeah, I have. I’ve also screwed guys while standing up in a shower. Never in a bathtub, though.”

  “Well, I’m delighted to have a chance to enlarge your experience. Let me show you how it’s done.”

  Stash slid closer to Carter in the water, throwing his legs up over Carter’s shoulders. He pushed his ass forward until it was pressed snugly against Carter’s crotch. Carter could feel his prickhead being pressed into Stash’s crack underwater.

  “See how easy? All we have to do is line up our body parts. But the water’s starting to cool down,” Stash said. “No problem. Let’s empty it, and refill it.”

  Quickly and deftly, Stash unstopped the tub, letting the water slowly drain out. He tore open the condom packet and unrolled the rubber down over Carter’s aggressively upthrust prick.

  “I don’t suppose you’ve got any lube in that little bag of yours?” Carter asked.

  “I do, actually. A couple of those little tear-open packs.”

  “And you accuse me of being a slut?”

  “I like to be prepared for any eventuality when I travel, that’s all. You never know who you might meet when you duck into a public john to freshen up. Anyway, we’ve got lube right here.” Stash picked up the bar of soap. “Next to godliness, as they say.”

  “Godliness has nothing to do with what I’ve got in mind!” Carter retorted.

  Grinning, Stash wet the bar of soap and used it to lather Carter’s throbbing hard-on, covering the latex-sheathed erection completely with heavy suds.

  He rewet the soap and smeared the cake over his own asshole, spreading his hairy thighs to do so. Just the sight of Stash’s spread legs, watching him rub the suds over his crack and up into his hole, excited Carter, who took his cock in his hand and began to press it forward, into the other man’s open anal valley.

  “Ready?” Carter asked.

  “Yeah, go ahead, screw me!” Stash gasped. "”I can’t wait until we get into bed, man! I’ve got to have that dick of yours up my ass! You’re going to have to fuck me first, though, right here in the tub! Right here and now!”

  “My pleasure!”

  “Give it to me! Put it in me quick!” Stash grabbed at both sides of the rapidly-emptying tub, holding himself tightly in position.

  His legs were lifted high over the sides of the tub, and Carter could see his suds-covered crack topped by two big suds-lathered balls and a long, hot cock which was pointing its pulsating head straight up in the air.

  Carter moved in closer to Stash, throwing his legs around his hips. When he slid closer to the other guy’s anal cleft in the tub, he found that the head of his cock was already poised for direct entrance into Stash’s soapy asshole.

  He pushed his prick between the man’s parted buttocks, against his hole. Stash groaned, lifted his legs even higher in the air, and he groaned again, much louder, when he felt his handsome colleague’s thick cockhead slip quickly and easily into his eager asshole.

  Within seconds, the head of Carter’s cock was all the way in him. Grunting with concentration, Carter moved in closer—slipping along the wet bottom of the tub—and, as he did so, his dick pushed farther and farther up into Stash’s obscenely spread, relaxed, and shamelessly offered rectum. Carter’s deep-boring fuck tool penetrated him slowly but forcibly, until it was all the way inside.

  Stash, shuddering, finally relaxed his grip on the sides of the tub and let his back fall against its sloped wall, shoving his ass even harder up against Carter’s thighs. His cock and balls were resting on Carter’s belly, the head of the cock twitching at a point far above Carter’s navel, right between his nipples.

  Fumbling for the stopper, Stash replaced it in the tub’s drain. Then he turned on the hot water again. Slowly, steadily, the tub began to fill again. Steam rose toward the ceiling.

  “Feel good?” Stash asked.

  “Fantastic. This is my idea of a spa treatment!”

  Stash seemed to be enjoying the feeling of having another guy’s big tool jammed up his ass with little or no lubrication. And when Carter actually started to fuck him, he went wild!

  Carter began to pump his cock back and forth into his asshole, thrusting fiercely, the soapsuds generously lubricating Stash’s delicate anal canal. With each thrust he felt his asshole being spread open wider by that rampaging, stallion-like prick!

  “Motherfucking son of a bitch!” Stash cried.

  “Oh, don’t hold back, dude,” Carter told him, sarcastically. “Don’t spare my feelings. Tell me exactly what you think of me!”

  “You big-dicked ass-fucking bastard!”

  “Love it,” Carter groaned. “Oh, yeah, I just love it when you sweet-talk me like that!”

  “Fucker! Dirty, stinking fucker!”

  “Oh, you say such nice things to me,” Carter taunted Stash.

  “Bitch! Bastard! Cocksucker! Motherfucker!”

  “Tell me all about it, baby,” Carter encouraged the man whom he was fucking.

  “Ah—! Ah, shit! Big hard cock! Going deep in my ass! Fuck!” Stash gurgled.

  As Stash eagerly returned Carter’s thrusts, his dick and balls slapped wildly against his fucker’s wet, slippery belly and chest. He rested his legs on Carter’s broad shoulders, reveling in the feeling of being naked and erect and spreading his legs—and his buttocks—whorishly, brazenly wide open and sucking another guy’s hot cock up into his male hole, exulting in the pressure and fullness of the thick, searing cock which was impaling him.

  The water had risen high enough that it was in danger of slopping over the sides of the tub, especially given the two occupants’ energetic movements. Carter turned off the tap.

  “God, this is hot,” he moaned. “In every sense of the word!”

  Both men were perspiring heavily, their skins flushed from their prolonged immersion in the hot water.

  “Slow,” Stash urged. “Fuck me slow. Make it last.”

  “That’s going to be tough,” Carter warned. “You’re just too damn hot-assed.”

  “I’d suggest a cold shower, but that might be difficult just at the moment,” Stash joked.

  “You’re a sweet fuck. We should’ve done this long ago.”

  “Yeah,” Stash agreed. “Fuck me, buddy. Oh, fuck my horny ass! My hole needs you
r dick!”

  Carter needed no encouragement. He savored his possession of the other man.

  He did his best to pace himself, to try to hold back. But, inevitably, his lust overcame him. He wanted to ejaculate, and he sped up his thrusts accordingly.

  But Stash didn’t complain.

  “Are you going to come?” he asked.

  “What do you think? Hell, yes. Soon. Very soon.”

  “Do it! Shoot!”

  Carter slapped his crotch up harder and harder against Stash’s hole, ramming his wet, soap-slicked prickshaft in and out, faster and faster.

  He felt the first spurt of his climax shoot out of his dick unexpectedly and fly into the reservoir tip of the rubber, deep inside Stash’s anus. Carter pulled back on the muscles he used to fuck with, hoping to sustain the sweet agony of sexual suspense, if only for a few moments longer—but he was unable to do so.

  The loads of come shot out of his balls and down through the core of his long prickshaft, expelling themselves savagely into Stash’s wide-open, receiving asshole, which spasmed wildly around the hard-driving tool which was unloading its hot thick sperm.

  Carter shot spurt after spurt into Stash, slipping and sliding helplessly against him in the tub. Then Stash began to moan. He was jerking himself off, as he felt the hot hard head of Carter’s cock pressing madly against his prostate, and the solid shaft of Carter’s erection vibrating with orgasmic fury within his anal tunnel. Gasping, shuddering, he too exploded.

  “God damn it!” he screamed. “If only you didn’t have that rubber on your dick. If only you were fucking me raw. Breeding me, you bastard—yeah, squirting your goddam come deep into my hole, giving me your fucking seed!”

  “You pervert,” Carter gasped.

  “Yeah, I’m a freak, a sex freak,” Stash declared. “Oh, if only I had your hot come in me—!”

  The fantasy of being fucked bareback, of being bred by his fucker, was too much for Stash. His cock released wads of turgid white cream, all over Carter’s chest. The excess come splattered thickly against the side of the tub and ran down it in rivulets. Blobs of semen floated about on the surface of the water.

  Panting for breath after his violent orgasm, Carter slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of Stash’s spasming asshole. Once again, Stash unstopped the drain. The water flowed out the bottom of the tub.

  Carter and Stash were quite a sight—flushed, perspiring, wet, and covered with their semen, mixing with the soap and sweat that drenched the cocks, balls, and asses of both shuddering men.

  They got up gingerly together and showered in the bathroom’s stall, their dicks maintaining their erections. As they scrubbed themselves and each other, then rinsed off under the hot spray, their still agitated big, hard pricks bounced up and down energetically and rubbed restlessly back and forth against each other.

  “Are you still horny?” Stash accused Carter.

  “No more than you.”

  “Fuck! What a pair of degenerates we are.”

  “Yeah, and proud of it. Good for us, I say,” Carter said.

  The two guys toweled off quickly, then went into the other room and lay down on one of the beds together. Carter threw his leg over Stash’s leg and let his thigh gently brush Stash’s impressively oversized cock, which looked and felt awesome even in repose. Carter ran his fingers over Stash’s chest and stomach, feeling his fingertips brushing through the silky blond hairs.

  “That was some fuck in the tub,” he said, softly. “You’re wild!”

  Stash didn’t answer with words, but he turned to face Carter, resting his meaty, hairy thigh between Carter’s legs and against his balls. His semi-erect cock flopped over onto Carter’s belly. He rubbed Carter’s chest with the flat of his hand, letting his palm massage Carter’s stiff nipples.

  Carter grunted, then shoved his hand under Stash’s back and pulled him over on top of him. The two men lay there together like that for a long while, neither one of them moving, both lost in the quiet, peaceful intimacy of their bodily contact.

  “Um, this is so nice,” Carter murmured. “Being next to you, I mean. Touching you. But I should probably go get into the other bed, and let you get some sleep.”

  “No, stay here,” Stash replied, in a drowsy whisper. “Sleep with me. I want you to.”

  “Okay.”

  There was another moment of silence, except for the two men’s breathing.

  Carter ran his hands lightly up and down over Stash’s broad back. Then he heard the other guy’s deep breathing, and he realized that Stash had fallen asleep on top of him, no doubt worn out by their intense sex. Smiling, Carter let himself fall asleep, too, hugging the other warm, naked body closely against himself.

  When Carter woke, early the next morning, he had his arms around Stash.

  They were both lying on their sides, and Carter’s chest was pressed against Stash’s back. Almost instantly, Carter became unbearably excited, his crotch rubbing against Stash’s buttocks with nothing separating his skin from the other guy’s. He began to give serious thought to violating that tempting behind with his urgent early morning erection.

  He could pull away from Stash and break their body contact, of course, and he could try to put all of those delicious, lascivious thoughts from his mind. His erection would subside, eventually. Unless Carter resorted to ducking into the bathroom to work out his most immediate problem, by giving himself a quick hand job. But Stash’s body was too warm, too firm, too shapely, his skin too soft, his buttocks too round, for Carter to let go of it by his own volition.

  He had staked out a claim on Stash’s body and he felt no need to relinquish it just yet. So he lay there, getting more and more excited as the seconds dragged on in their eternal way, but not daring to breathe as deeply as his jackhammering heart demanded, not daring to move a muscle, and fighting with every inhibition he had the temptation to begin to rub against Stash in the sweet, rhythmic way his tense, overloaded loins demanded.

  He could feel Stash begin to awaken. His body warmed somewhat, though this could be attributed to the contagion of Carter’s own heat. His muscles began to tighten and then to relax, and his breath came more quickly and deeply. His buttocks twitched, almost imperceptibly—or was Carter imagining the whole thing?

  He wanted Stash to wake up, to arouse himself and respond to his presence. But if he wasn’t going to respond to him sexually, then Carter wanted him to remain asleep.

  Carter decided to make the first, brave move. He brought his hand, which had been draped casually over Stash’s biceps, around his chest and laid it gently on his pecs, at the same time moving his upper thigh forward so that it brushed against the back of his own.

  Stash purred, or seemed to, and Carter took this as a sign of response. He pressed his hips into him and touched his lips gently to his naked shoulder. Another purr. Then Stash stiffened, as though brought out of a never-never land between sleep and waking, and he pulled away from his bedmate abruptly.

  Disappointed, Carter rolled back defensively and pretended to still be asleep. He could feel the other young man’s eyes on him, staring, studying him to see what the hell was going on. This was what Carter had dreaded—the aftermath of indulging, impulsively and recklessly, in sex in the workplace. A hot night of abandon was all very well and good. But afterward, in the cold light of day, lust could all too easily give way to awkwardness and regret.

  If he pretends nothing happened last night, Carter thought, pessimistically. Or worse, he gives me a lecture about how it was a mistake—!

  Then Stash got up and went into the bathroom—naked, of course, with his own long, stiff piss hard-on sticking straight out from his groin, a sight which only tormented Carter further.

  When Stash came out of the bathroom, he muttered some barely audible remark about how deeply he’d slept—and then, to Carter’s surprise and delight, he crawled back into the bed with him.

  “Hey, there, handsome,” Stash said. “Did you sleep well, too?”

>   “Very well.”

  “Sleeping with an attractive bed partner is always preferable to sleeping alone. A warm body, you know.”

  “Oh, so that’s all I am to you, now?” a reassured and emboldened Carter asked. “Just a human substitute for a hot water bottle or an electric blanket?”

  “That’ll do for a start,” Stash teased him. “It’ll give us something to build on. We seem to have some time to kill before breakfast,” he murmured. “Let’s put it to good use.”

  “Are you talking about—?”

  “An early morning wakeup quickie. Sucking and fucking,” Stash specified, whorishly. “What’d you think?”

  “I think—I’m crazy about you, guy,” Carter admitted, humbly.

  “Are you?”

  “Yeah. You must know I am.”

  “Prove it,” Stash insisted. “Make love to me. Yeah, Carter. Oh, baby! Like that—just like that—!”

  Chapter Ten: Military Maneuvers

  The Rock Dove had reached the northernmost point of its voyage. After this stop, the boat would head back south, visiting a few islands which it had bypassed.

  The island of Benbecula had two attractions for the sailors. It had a distillery, and a military base, both of which Stash planned to tour.

  Stash informed his companions that the island was made up almost entirely of two types of igneous rocks, a light-colored granite and a darker gabbro. Some of this rock was highly magnetic. The coastline was honeycombed with caves, and the characteristic sharp, jagged outcroppings owed their existence to the fact that during the Ice Age the glaciers had failed to reach as far as this particular archipelago. As a result, the terrain was comparatively unworn.

  Much of the island was a nature reserve managed by the Scottish National Heritage. There was a small village, however, as well as the military base which was under the control of the Ministry of Defense.