Desire in the Isles

by Roland Graeme

  “Are you going to try to seduce Pulaski?”

  Carter was surprised by the question. “Certainly not.”

  “You sound very definite about it. Why not?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t throw him out of my bed, given the chance. He’s a hot little motherfucker. But he’s my boss, for one thing. Screwing around with a guy you work with is never a smart idea. It can lead to all kinds of awkwardness after you break up, which you invariably do.”

  “You could claim he pressured you to have to sex with him, and you could file one of those sexual harassment lawsuits, and there’d be a big scandal,” Liam suggested. “Think of the publicity!”

  “That kind of publicity I don’t need. You aren’t serious, are you?”

  “No. I was just fantasizing about what it might be like to fuck a celebrity.”

  “Not so very different from fucking an ordinary guy, in all probability,” Carter theorized. “And not necessarily any better. They put their pants on—and take them off—one leg at a time, like other men. Which I admit is kind of disillusioning, actually, now that I think of it. But getting back to the celebrity in question. I’m not even sure Pulaski is gay, although that’s how the smart money would be bet. He’s just too damn perky to be one hundred per cent straight.”

  “Well, if you find out he is bent, and you do manage to get into his pants, please write or phone me and tell me all about it,” Liam urged. “I promise I’ll be discreet and keep the information to myself.”

  “Forgive me if I’m skeptical. You’d probably have the story going viral on the internet within a few minutes.”

  “Probably,” Liam confessed. “I’m only human, after all. And Pulaski is such a little hottie. I do envy you, Carter. Even working with him—platonically—is surely going to be a bit of a thrill.”

  “I hope so.”

  On their walk back to the hotel in the rain, they stopped at a liquor store, where Carter bought a bottle of whiskey.

  “This could come in handy, later on,” Carter suggested.

  “Yes, we’ve got to catch up with those Germans who were on the ferry.”

  “I wonder where they are now? Here in town, or did they move on?”

  “More to the point,” Liam said, “are they still conscious, wherever they are?”

  In their room, they shed their wet outerwear, and used two of the hotel’s towels to rub their hair dry.

  “We’re both a little wet,” Liam observed. “It feels good to be indoors.”

  Carter broke the paper seal on the whiskey bottle, and twisted off its cap. Their room was supplied with the standard plastic drinking tumblers, wrapped in paper. “Get some of this inside you,” Carter urged, as he poured out the whiskey. “It’ll help warm you up.”

  “Thanks. But if you’re trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me, don’t bother. You can have your way with me while we’re still both reasonably sober.”

  Carter smiled. “Then we’d better go down the hall and check out that bathroom. I assume there’s a shower. My concern is whether there’ll be enough hot water. We can take turns. Want to go first?”

  “We’re going to have to clean ourselves up, ah, afterward, anyway,” Liam pointed out. “Why waste the water by showering twice? I know I’m a little dirty and sweaty—”

  “So am I. But I don’t mind it, if you don’t.”

  “The truth is,” Liam confessed, “I like it when a man smells like a man during sex. The dirtier and the sweatier the sex is, the better, so far as I’m concerned. We can clean up after we’ve had our fun. And I’ve always found that a good scrub is even more satisfying if you’re truly filthy to start off with.”

  “And if you’ve just had a good strong orgasm,” Carter suggested.

  “Exactly.”

  “Here’s to dirty, nasty, raunchy sex, then,” Carter said, proposing a somewhat unconventional toast.

  “Oh, I’ll definitely drink to that. Cheers,” Liam agreed. They touched their plastic glasses together, and drank.

  Enjoying their whiskey, the two men relaxed, shedding their shoes and making themselves comfortable in the room.

  Carter’s cell phone rang. It was Stash.

  “Where are you?” Stash asked.

  “In Armadale, right on schedule,” Carter said.

  “And we’re in Portree, also just as planned. Which surprises me. Usually during this early stage of a trek, at least one thing has already gone wrong. See you tomorrow, then?”

  “Sure.”

  “Is that him?” Liam asked.

  “Is somebody there with you, Carter?” Stash asked.

  “Ah, yeah. My buddy Liam.”

  “Put him on. Hi, Liam. What’s happening?”

  “Oh, Mr. Pulaski, I’m so excited to meet you. Well, to be talking to you, anyway. I’m one of your biggest fans,” the star-struck Liam gushed.

  “Thanks. How do you and Carter know each other?”

  “We just met today, on the ferry. And we just had dinner together.”

  “How nice for you. Has Carter been behaving himself?”

  “We’ve had a few drinks, if that’s what you mean. Otherwise—yes. He’s been a perfect gentlemen.”

  “Sounds boring. I prefer imperfect gentlemen, myself. They’re more fun. Well, it’s nice talking to you, Liam. But put Carter back on, will you?”

  “Sure.” Liam handed the phone back to Carter.

  “You dog,” Stash told Carter, bluntly. “What’ve you been up to?”

  “Nothing, so far,” Carter said. “Because you’ve interrupted it.”

  “Indeed? Who is this Liam, then?”

  “A perfectly nice and respectable English lad, from Dorset.”

  “Respectable? I repeat—boring. Well, I’ll let you go. See you tomorrow. And then I expect to hear all about your adventures. Meanwhile—whatever goes on in Skye, stays in Skye, as they say.”

  Carter laughed. “Who says that?”

  “The natives of Skye who have something to hide, I guess. And something tells me you’ll soon be a position to say it, too. Goodnight.”

  Stash rang off.

  “Wow,” Liam exclaimed. “I’ve actually talked to Stanislaus Pulaski!”

  “As I said—he’s rather down to earth.”

  “From the way he talked to you—he seemed to know you’re gay.”

  “Yeah, didn’t he? Which is interesting. I flatter myself I don’t ping that much. I wonder how he knew? Or does he just suspect?”

  “I certainly never intended to out you, Carter.”

  “Oh, forget about it. You didn’t. I’m already semi-out, if you know what I mean. I don’t deny it, but I don’t go out of my way to be obvious about it. I can be in another guy’s company without tricking with him—theoretically. Stash is probably the open-minded sort and he was teasing me, that’s all. And if I neglected to say it before—I’m so glad we two, you and I, met,” Carter said.

  “So am I. It’s always nice to run into someone compatible when you’re traveling.”

  “Am I compatible?”

  “Fishing for a compliment, are you?” Liam teased Carter. “So far, yes, you are. I haven’t put you to the ultimate test yet.”

  “Which would be?”

  “Shagging.”

  “Well, maybe you’d better put me to the test, before I start getting nervous about flunking it.”

  “Not much danger of that,” Liam assured the other man.

  They drank more whiskey.

  Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room, which so far had been warm, intimate, and friendly, was also charged with sexual excitement—almost palpably so.

  Their daylong cruising and flirting, their teasing and bantering, had been all very well and good—highly enjoyable, in fact, for both of the parties concerned. But now it was time to stop the game playing, declare victory, and collect the prize. This was one contest in which there was no loser—only two winners.

  Liam turned his head to look at Carter, and it
was a look so full of undisguised admiration, lust, and sexual anticipation that Carter couldn’t stop himself from planting his lips on Liam’s mouth under that sexy mustache of his. He kissed and sucked hungrily at Liam’s sweet-tasting mouth, drawing his hot tongue into his own warm moist oral cavity, and then jamming his own thick tongue deep into Liam’s waiting, open, panting mouth.

  Liam twisted his body around and pressed it up against Carter’s, and both men could feel the rock-hard lumps of their stiffened pricks rising up from between their legs. Eagerly, they rubbed and pressed their swollen crotches against each other. Liam put his hands on Carter’s ass and pulled him toward him, pressing the front of Carter’s body hard against his own agitated groin, and letting his fingers fondle Carter’s buttocks through the seat of his pants.

  Breathing hard, Carter broke the kiss. He stepped back from Liam and gave him a hungry look, which started at the top of his head and went all the way down to the soles of his feet.

  “Well,” Carter whispered. “I think it’s time we tried out the bed. You know—just to make sure it’s comfortable, and that we’ll get a good night’s sleep.”

  “Yes, I definitely think we’d better test the bed,” Liam agreed. “I like a nice firm mattress, myself—do you?”

  “Yeah. The firmer the better.”

  “I like a man with a nice firm body, too.”

  “So do I. Once again, the firmer the better. In fact, a guy can’t be too hard to suit me. It’s amazing, Liam, how our tastes seem to coincide.”

  “Yes, isn’t it? And that nice lady downstairs did say she’d do anything she could to make our stay here enjoyable. If the mattress is too soft, I’ll ask her to replace it.”

  “And what if your roommate is too soft, too? Are you going to ask her to replace me with something, or someone, harder?”

  “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary, Carter. You show every sign of being eminently satisfactory.”

  “But I am dirty and sweaty,” Carter reminded Liam. “I can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”

  “Neither can I. Like I said—it’s simply amazing, how we have the same tastes,” Liam declared. “The same inclinations—!”

  Then he began shedding his clothes, and Carter did the same.

  They both stripped down to their shorts, each man staring covetously at the other’s burgeoning crotch display. Both men’s erections were so big that the thin cotton cloth of their shorts had been tugged down low on their bellies, exposing their thatches of pubic hair and even the root of the long, hard, hot dickshaft which each of them was carrying inside his briefs.

  “Look at that brazen display of yours. You’re a fucking tease,” Carter playfully accused the other guy.

  “Am I? Sorry. I don’t mean to be. What can I do to make up for it?”

  “You can do plenty.”

  Carter stepped out of his underwear first, exposing his erect cock, which was aching with the pent-up excitement of the whole trip, beginning from the moment he had first set eyes on Liam when the Englishman boarded the ferry.

  Then Liam let his shorts drop to the thick-carpeted floor and he stepped out of them, freeing first one foot and then the other. Staring at him, Carter couldn’t believe the size of the other guy’s fuck tool!

  He had seen it already, while Liam was pissing, of course. It had been big enough then—but now, in its fully erect state, unencumbered by clothes, it was the size of a giant cucumber. It stuck straight out from Liam’s brown-furred groin, and, as Liam fingered his own cock slowly, Carter could see that the head of that huge, hard prick was already moist with oozing jism.

  Carter was going absolutely out of his mind with frustration and anticipation.

  There they both were, locked in a hotel room together, with a bed waiting for them, both of them completely nude, hungry for sex, with gigantic erections jutting out from their crotches. The longer the delay, and the more he gazed at Liam’s monstrous fuck pole, the hornier Carter got—until finally he simply threw himself at Liam, knocking him down onto the bed, and he started feverishly to lick and suck on his beautiful cock.

  He put one trembling hand around the shaft of Liam’s cock, jerking it madly back and forth, while, with his mouth, he enveloped it with a fierce suction.

  He pushed his wet, drooling mouth down around the virile hardness, feeling the thick cockhead fill his mouth. He plunged his head down on it recklessly, forced the dick as far back into his throat as he could, kept it there, and then he let his tongue lick wantonly up and down and all around the ramrod-straight, inflexible shaft.

  “Ah! That feels—! My God. You cocksucker!” Liam yelped.

  That’s right, Carter thought, feverishly. I am a cocksucker! Let me do my thing—!

  He kept the head of Liam’s cock in his mouth and he teased the slit at the end with his tongue. At the same time, he gently bit down on the fat head, forcing out whatever preliminary fuck juice was trapped inside. Then Carter swallowed, tasting the salty but sweet cream which was welling up inside the young stud archaeologist’s impossibly big prick.

  While Carter was so eagerly sucking his cock, Liam was thrashing back and forth on the broad expanse of the bed, reaching out for Carter’s hard dick. He obviously wanted to reciprocate, to return—with interest!—the fantastic pleasure which the American was giving him. But Carter was wildly intent on his own lust to the exclusion of his own responses, although his hard-on was fully extended and throbbed painfully in front of his groin.

  Abandoning Liam’s prick, Carter grunted as he repositioned himself and he once again lowered his mouth, pushing it down behind Liam’s cock and starting to lick and suck at the big balls that hung down limply inside their fleshy sac.

  Liam’s testicles were in fact so big that Carter could only fit one of them at a time in his mouth. Carter sucked one inside greedily, rolled it over and over with his tongue as if it were a gigantic jaw-breaker which he was sucking the sweetness out of, and then he repeated the same sloppy, lascivious slurping and suction with the other ball.

  Liam’s legs were thrashing high in the air, and Carter could see down along his hairy ass crack to the dark pink spot of his asshole itself. Carter licked hungrily all the way down the crevice until his tongue touched that small, comparatively hairless depression. He then thrust his tongue into Liam’s asshole, penetrating it roughly, and drooling saliva onto it at the same time in order to lubricate the whole open area of flesh.

  By then, Liam seemed unable to contain himself, and he writhed wildly on the bed, twisting his husky torso around and forcing his face up into Carter’s crotch. He jammed his face up into Carter’s balls, as though he wanted to smother himself in them, pulling the other man’s body down firmly with his hands.

  “You, too,” Liam moaned, barely audibly, so out of breath was he. “I want to rim you, too!”

  Carter let himself sit on Liam’s face, with his legs spread wide and his open asshole resting on Liam’s mouth. As he sat there with his thighs parted wide, he felt Liam’s hot tongue force its way up into his hole, searing it with its juicy heat.

  Carter’s hands went instinctively down to his ass and he grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled them apart as far as he could, pulling tightly at the flesh of his highly aroused anal pucker.

  As he forced the aperture wide open, he heard Liam moan under him and felt the guy lick and suck at his hairy bunghole faster and faster. Then Liam rubbed his nose deep against Carter’s asshole, massaging his entire face hard into the American’s hairy crack.

  Carter’s cock was throbbing with excitement, its foreskin drawn back taut from the glans, which was exposed and turning a dark purplish-red with lust. He looked down at himself and he saw thick drops of his milky white jism dripping down onto Liam’s hairy chest.

  Quickly, he leaned down and he took Liam’s rigid fuck pole into his mouth, sucking violently on its entire length. He had the meaty phallus trapped in his mouth and his saliva was running down the shaft and drooling onto
Liam’s hard-swollen balls and the hair lining his anal cleft.

  Liam—out of his mind with raw excitement at this point—had thrown his muscular legs high in the air and locked them tightly around Carter’s thick, bull-like neck, pulling his mouth even harder down on his turgid cock.

  Even though Carter loved having Liam’s hot tongue up his asshole, he knew he was about to come, so he shifted his muscular ass higher in the air, letting his hot, all-but-exploding cock slap down against Liam’s wet face and his open, panting mouth.

  The head of his prick slipped all over Liam’s eager face, making its own paths through the layers of saliva and male sex syrup which covered it, until Liam finally captured the meaty cockhead in his mouth and began sucking on it ravenously, pumping his hot wet mouth up and down the full length of the cylinder, ramming his nose into Carter’s dangling balls and his sweaty forehead into Carter’s spread ass crack with each thrust.

  Carter shoved his dick deeper and deeper into the English guy’s hungry mouth, feeling the thick, blunt head of his tool press hard against his trick’s throat. He pushed, panting and sweating, his dick’s shaft bending inside Liam’s mouth from the sheer horny force of the insertion.

  Then he began to feel that lewd, boiling, bursting sensation building up in his loins—in his guts—everywhere!—and, as he desperately jammed his cock all the way into Liam’s fast-working mouth and fucked throat, he came. He came wildly, repeatedly, his prick blasting its fiery spurts of unusually thick come into that cocksucking mouth so hard and so fast that the scum exploded against Liam’s throat and rushed down his gullet like a river bursting through the ice in winter.

  Liam didn’t seem to mind the force and quantity with which Carter was feeding him his jism. On the contrary, he appeared to revel in it. He hung on, sucking and swallowing, his lips and tongue slurping passionately at Carter’s pounding organ as he drank down every slimy drop of male fluid which Carter had to give him.

  Then, abruptly, Liam’s own body heaved. He pushed his hips forward blindly, shoving his dick deeper into Carter’s mouth, and he humped harder and harder because he felt his own load gathering in his balls.