Desire in the Isles

by Roland Graeme

  Carter positioned himself so that he was kneeling over him, his head over Trent’s crotch, his own dick and balls hanging down over Trent’s head like a bunch of ripe, fleshy fruit waiting to be plucked and devoured.

  Carter had no trouble at all taking every thick inch of the phallus inside his mouth and even stuffing the head of the cock part-way down his throat. He sucked Trent’s hefty fuck tool with a greedy passion, gyrating his mouth all over the guy’s groin, letting his soft-bearded face rub up against Trent’s lower belly and balls and then twist away from them as he fed upon his meat, forcing its full length in and out of his mouth, literally fucking himself orally on it.

  As he got sucked, Trent moaned, then he stared up at Carter’s huge tool, pointed downward at his mouth like a deadly phallic weapon about to shoot off. Trent could look up and also see his cocksucker’s hairy anal crack sticking up obscenely in the air. He put his hands up and grabbed Carter’s ass cheeks, pulling his butt down to his face.

  With Carter’s cock and balls crushed against his chest, Trent went to work on his ass, spreading his cheeks as wide as he could and shoving his tongue up along the cleft until it found the tight, musky-tasting hole.

  Trent licked it hungrily, feeling the delicate hairs around Carter’s sphincter brushing his cheeks as he wet the guy’s asshole with his saliva and teased it with darting stabs of his tongue.

  Carter continued to suck on Trent’s cock, plunging it forcefully in and out of his mouth. With each thrust of the cockhead down into his throat, he chewed on the base of the shaft, biting it gently while he licked the flesh, and driving Trent wild. The bisexual stud thrust himself up at Carter again and again, spreading his long, heavy thighs wide open and throwing both legs high in the air.

  Trent then moved his mouth down and grabbed Carter’s pulsing fuck tool in his hand, stuffing it inside his mouth exactly as he might a long, fat sausage, bobbing his head furiously up and down as he sucked on that juicy male meat.

  Carter almost choked on the other guy’s dick when his own prick stabbed deep into Trent’s mouth and, with one desperate, eager swallow, he drew Carter’s cockhead down into his throat—holding it there and letting his nose rub against Carter’s sweaty balls.

  Trent could feel Carter’s cock tensing inside his mouth and he was afraid the American might come in his mouth, when what he really wanted was to be fucked raw by this handsome young number.

  He wrenched his mouth off Carter’s hard-on, raining drops of spit as he did so, and he gasped out lustfully, “Carter, goddamn it, I need a good, hard fuck—and I think you’ve got just the right cock to do the job! Ram it up my asshole and screw me, man! I’ll spread my butt wide open for you and make you feel like you’ve never had a real piece of ass before!”

  As he spoke, Trent was already turning Carter’s body around, so that the other man was lying on top of him.

  “Jesus! You’re really hot for it, aren’t you, stud?” Carter commented admiringly, as he pressed his thick cock down into the other man’s open ass crack.

  “Yeah. We have to play safe, though.”

  “Of course. Rubber?”

  “Right here.”

  When Trent felt Carter’s hot tool slide down between his legs and jab between his buns, he immediately thrust his crotch up at Carter and spread his legs wide. He spat on his fingertips, and he then rubbed the saliva over his asshole, then rubbed more spit on the head of Carter’s huge, hard ramrod of turgid flesh. Finally, he grabbed a condom, tore its foil packet open, and extracted the rubber, which he rolled down over Carter’s throbbing fuck tool.

  “Get that motherfucking thing in me. Don’t worry if it’s a tight fit,” Trent gasped. “I want to really feel your dick stretching my asshole wide open!”

  Excited by the other guy’s lewd talk, Carter moved his latex-sheathed cock slowly up and down, letting it rub itself in a most arousing manner against the flesh of Trent’s cleft. Each time he came down, he pressed hard against Trent’s own big, round cockshaft and his swollen balls.

  He was obviously getting the guy hot. Trent groaned, pulled his legs back over his head, and held them far back by locking his arms around the backs of his knees.

  Carter looked down and saw the open smoothness of Trent’s exposed crack. The pink rim of the man’s asshole was moistened and glistening with spit, lined with hair on either side. Hot to fuck that ass, Carter quickly positioned the head of his cock against the quivering hole, and then he began to force his way inside. He inserted himself slowly at first, letting the head of his prick wet itself with the lubricating saliva that was all around and just inside that horny manhole.

  “Shit! Fuck! Hell!” Trent cried, the monosyllables expressing his raw sexual need. “Damn!”

  With each thrust, though, Carter poked his dick in further, feeling Trent’s tight asshole give a little each time, accepting the penetration.

  Trent gasped, staring up at Carter’s face, his body shaking with pure lust as he strained to accept the anal invasion. He couldn’t spread himself enough for the sexy number who was jamming every inch of his big, hard cock into his manhole.

  Trent finally reached down and with his fingers he spread his asshole even wider, so that Carter’s solid shaft slipped in easily the rest of the way. Trent humped his ass higher against the cameraman’s groin, lost in the delirium of being filled and fucked by the other man’s potency.

  Too aroused by the way the other guy was lying there, obscenely spread-assed under him, silently pleading for his dick, Carter gave it to him! He rammed all of his hot, searing prick deep into Trent’s anus and he felt it convulse all around him.

  “Oh, Christ, that feels like the biggest dick in the world shoved up my ass!” Trent whispered fiercely. “Fuck me good and hard and deep with that big cock, man. Oh, give it to me!”

  As he gasped out the words, he humped himself even harder against Carter’s penetrating pole, exulting in the sensation of having its entire solid length burning its way up inside his spasmodically excited rectum.

  Carter could feel the delicate membranes of Trent’s anus giving way under his merciless assault. But the harder he plunged into the guy’s asshole, the wider Trent spread his legs and his buttocks, and the more eagerly he thrust back in return. The guy just loved to get fucked!

  And Carter loved to give him what he wanted! He screwed Trent avidly. Trent felt the stud’s cock sinking painfully deep into him, its hugeness completely plugging his horny butt. He savored it, wanting every inch of it rammed into him, inserted deeply into his asshole, giving him the kind of raw sexual thrill that only another man’s stiff dick could supply.

  He closed his hands greedily around the cheeks of Carter’s ass and pushed down on them, forcing him even tighter against his spread buttocks, screwing himself on the American’s rod.

  Carter stabbed into Trent’s asshole even more roughly, the steady friction of that tight sphincter muscle around his dick bringing it closer to its inevitable release with each new thrust.

  Suddenly, he began quickening his thrusts. He grabbed Trent’s hips and buttocks, and pulled the guy’s lower body brutally against his own grinding, humping crotch, burying his dick to the balls in that hot, tight ass and letting out a deep, hoarse grunt if bestial lust when he felt his orgasm hit him.

  Trent knew that Carter was about to shoot, so he humped himself at the other guy violently, choking out, “Oh, shoot into me! Shoot into me! Yeah, fucker, shoot! Shoot!”

  The hot stream of come bubbled up out of Carter’s balls, raced down the corridor inside his madly pulsating prickshaft, and blasted free from his dickhead and into the depths of Trent’s anus. He emptied himself in wads upon wads of slippery jism, deep within Trent’s insatiably hungry insides.

  Trent howled and bit into the flesh of Carter’s sweaty pecs when he felt the pulsations of orgasm pass through Carter’s cockshaft, which continued to jackhammer itself between his grotesquely spread buttocks and penetrate deep into his anal chasm.

>   The fact that Carter was coming in his ass like that excited Trent so much that his own body suddenly began to tremble, and as he jerked his legs out hard in front of him, his own cock exploded in thick spurts of salty cream, which jetted all over his and Carter’s stomachs and chests.

  As he stopped ejaculating, Carter caught his breath, and then he forced himself to relax, stop humping against the other guy’s butt, and sink down heavily on Trent’s chest—this action squishing out the layer of come on Trent’s pecs so that it ran sluggishly down his sides.

  “Christ,” Trent panted, “that’s one thing my girlfriend couldn’t ever do for me! Every time I take a big dick up my ass, I understand why she goes crazy every time I stick my dick in her and fuck her silly. Thanks, Carter. I really needed that fuck tonight.”

  “So did I, man,” Carter replied, with a drowsy groan, as he embraced the other man clumsily and settled down to sleep in his arms, both of their naked bodies reeking with sweat and come. “So did I!”

  Chapter Eleven: Highland Flings

  After an evening spent drinking, followed by a night devoted to virtually nonstop sex, Carter wasn’t looking forward to getting out of bed in the morning, let alone spending part of the day touring the local distillery. When Trent nudged him awake, he let out a groan of protest.

  “Up, soldier,” Trent commanded, punctuating his words with a smart slap delivered to Carter’s bare rump. “Time to hit the showers, and then breakfast.”

  “But I’m not a soldier,” Carter pointed out. “As a civilian, I think I have the right to sleep in.”

  Trent laughed. “The military’s house, the military’s rules. Haul ass. Don’t forget your mates are expecting you to join them. Oh, by the way—”

  “Yeah?”

  “I had a great time last night.”

  “Same here.”

  “You were a good fuck.”

  “A status I’ve always aspired to.”

  They kissed. Then Trent slapped Carter’s behind again, much harder this time.

  “Son of a bitch!” Carter yelped. “That hurts! Is this how you discipline the soldiers under you?”

  “Only the pretty ones. Oh, and the homely ones whose bodies are hot enough to make me overlook their faces.”

  “Nice of you to spread the wealth around. Which category am I in?”

  “You’re not bad on the eyes. Although you’d look like even more of a man without all that fucking hair. I’m trying to picture you in uniform, with a buzz cut. Um, I should think you’d be quite tasty.”

  Carter shuddered. “Don’t talk like that. Cut my hair? Sheer blasphemy.”

  A shower, followed by plenty of coffee with his breakfast, made Carter feel human again. His traveling companions, after a night spent in the barracks, had good appetites. Trent seemed to be fairly open about his bisexuality, but Carter assumed that he didn’t care to flaunt it in front of the other soldiers. So Carter didn’t embrace or kiss the corporal when they parted. They shook hands in a thoroughly man to man way, instead. Then Carter climbed up onto the truck bed alongside the others. He sat on the case containing his camera.

  Today, Robert was driving, with Duncan and Alonzo squeezed into the truck cab beside him.

  “I was afraid we might lose you. You decided not to enlist, after all?” Stash teased Carter, as the pickup drove off.

  “No,” Carter responded. “Military life has its advantages, I suppose. But I was just reminded that I’d have to cut my hair. That tipped the scales. No way I’d ever do that.”

  “We missed you last night, though,” Bill said.

  “Did you?”

  “Yeah. I wasn’t all that sleepy, so I stayed up late, reading. I didn’t want to wake up the guys in the next bunks, so I used my flashlight to read by. I noticed your bunk was unoccupied, Carter. Even when I finally did put my book away and I hit the sack.”

  “I stayed up late, too. I wasn’t particularly sleepy,” Carter said.

  Bill looked skeptical. “So you what, you wandered around the base half the night? I bet the soldiers on guard duty loved that.”

  Suddenly, Carter felt in a defiant mood. “I got laid,” he told the married man, bluntly. “I assume you don’t have a problem with that?”

  Bill laughed. “Aw, man, I was just yanking your chain. We all know you got laid. It’s no big deal.”

  “If anything, some of us are envious,” Niall remarked. “Although some of us have no need to be envious.”

  “Meaning what?” Carter asked.

  “You weren’t only one who was conspicuous by his absence last night,” Niall said. “Martin had the bunk next to mine. When he was in it, that is. He kept getting up and going into the room with the showers and the toilets,” he went on, maliciously, while Martin blushed. “He’d disappear for an hour or so at a time. Either his bladder was working overtime or he’d developed some sort of a compulsion about showering repeatedly.”

  “Come on, Martin, we’re all friends here,” Stash coaxed. “Did you get lucky, too?”

  “I had a little fun,” Martin mumbled.

  “A little fun?” Hamish asked. “Hell! When I got up in the middle of the night to take a piss, there you were, down on your knees, with three guys standing around you. You were making the rounds of their dicks.”

  “Well, you’re in no position to talk or to lord it over me,” Martin blustered. “You joined them to make a fourth! And I was busy working on a second group of those soldier boys when you decided to come back for more!”

  “Okay, guys, now I’m sorry I brought up the subject in the first place,” Bill declared. “Too much gay information for my straight brain to process.”

  Now it was Carter’s turn to tease Bill. “Yeah,” he warned. “Think about it too much, and Alonzo might not be safe from you tonight.”

  Martin, recovering from his embarrassment, was also willing to risk a joke. “Or, if you get too frustrated,” he told Bill. “Look me up.”

  Bill shook his head. “All I know is, now I’m really looking forward to having a free drink!”

  During the rest of the drive, Carter pondered recent events.

  He and Stash had fooled around together. Carter had certainly enjoyed their physical intimacy, and he flattered himself that Stash had, too. It was “just sex.” Neither of them was involved with another guy back home in the States. Neither of them was accountable to anybody, or was cheating on anybody.

  But Carter had wasted no time before jumping into bed with Trent, who was quite literally the first attractive and available guy who’d crossed his path, since that first night Carter had spent having sex with Stash. To give him credit, Stash seemed fine about it. He wasn’t treating Carter any differently. He’d joined in the other men’s laughter during the rather lewd discussion of Carter’s and Martin’s nocturnal, amorous adventures.

  Still, Carter couldn’t help speculating about what Stash could be thinking, behind that placid façade of his.

  He must think I’m a real whore, Carter told himself. Almost as bad as Martin. At the very least, Stash must think that I’m superficial. Am I? I’m sure behaving as though I am! But I couldn’t seem to help myself. When I met Trent, I just sort of got swept away. Yeah, I did my thinking with my dick, which is what always happens in such circumstances.

  “As they say, dude—penny for them,” Stash said.

  “Huh? Oh. Sorry. I was miles away. Thinking about the upcoming shoot,” Carter lied.

  “Well, we’re almost there, so think fast.”

  Carter regained some of his enthusiasm when he saw how photogenic the distillery was, both inside and out. Housed in a group of handsome old red brick buildings, the equipment had been modernized, and the process was interesting to observe and film. One thing was still done in the traditional way. The vast interiors of several warehouses were stacked floor to ceiling with old oak barrels containing whiskey being aged.

  The proud owners of the distillery brought out bottles of the finished products. The
four Americans and the five Scots were halfway through the extensive whiskey sampling before they realized that they’d neglected to choose one of them as a designated driver. Carter volunteered to be the one to be cut off. His eight companions ended up putting away so many shot glasses of whiskey that they were practically comatose by the time Carter drove them back to town. There, the inebriated octet needed to take naps before they could join Carter for a late lunch—accompanied by plenty of strong black coffee.

  “By the way,” Stash remembered to ask Carter, once he’d sobered up. “How was your Highland fling?”

  Carter groaned. “That’s a terrible pun.”

  “But an inevitable one, you have to admit. Technically, though, I think it’s a play on the two different meanings of one word, rather than a pun. Anyway, don’t try to change the subject. In plain English, then, I’m interested in how your night with the sexy corporal went.”

  “Let’s just say it gave me a real insight into military life.”

  “Come on, Carter,” Stash coaxed. “I thought we were buddies. And gay buddies, beside. Don’t hold out on me.”

  “What do you want me to say? Okay. The guy was a sex fiend. Totally uninhibited, and he brought out the whore in me, too—which admittedly isn’t all that hard to do. In all seriousness, I think it had something to do with Trent’s situation here.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Well, he told me he’s bisexual, which I have no reason to doubt. He’s got a girlfriend and a boyfriend back home, and they’re into threesomes. Both relationships sound more sexual than romantic. I think that, in Trent’s case, being a soldier has encouraged him to keep a pretty tight rein on his emotions. Which may not be too healthy.”

  “Interesting that you could analyze the guy while fucking him.”