Desire in the Isles

by Roland Graeme

  “Isn’t she a beauty!” Stash exclaimed, as he and Carter, the latter with his smaller camera on his shoulder, explored the vessel from stem to stern.

  “Yes,” Carter agreed.

  “Want to bunk with me?”

  “Ah—sure, if you want to.”

  “Bill and Alonzo can have the other cabin, then.”

  “I guess that’ll work out okay,” Carter said, cautiously.

  “They’ve traveled with me so often they’re like an old married couple. As for me, I don’t snore,” Stash assured Carter. “Or so I’m told.”

  “I don’t, either. To my knowledge.”

  “Good. We should get along okay.”

  Portree was the Rock Dove’s home port, so her crew would spent their last night on shore with their families.

  When Stash asked him how his journey had gone, Carter told Stash about Liam in greater depth. This was all Stash needed. Once he’d caught the scent, he sprang into motion. He insisted that Carter contact Liam and the other members of the archaeological team. They’d all have dinner together—Stash’s treat, or rather, he’d charge it to the cable TV studio, as a business expense. Furthermore, Stash would interview the young archaeologists and their professor mentors, for the TV show. It’d make a great segment, Stash insisted.

  Stash always traveled with a sheaf of blank release forms. Whenever he filmed a sequence with someone he encountered, either pre-planned or spontaneously, he had the subject sign the release, so the footage could be included in the program.

  Stash thus duly interviewed the professors and their students. One of the professors was a gray-haired, no-nonsense woman. The other was a slightly younger, serious-looking man. Among the dozen students were two attractive young women. Carter wondered how they’d cope with camping out with ten healthy and presumably horny young men. Well, make that nine horny young men. Liam was certainly horny, but he wasn’t likely to harass the girls!

  In any event, in the course of the interviewing, Carter had the pleasure of filming Liam, a guy he’d slept with. Then, everyone, cable TV employees and university archaeological team alike, sat down to dinner, in another one of Portree’s restaurants.

  Carter, being no fool, had taken care to sit next to Liam in the restaurant.

  “Okay,” he whispered in Liam’s ear. “How are we going to get together and fuck tonight?”

  “I don’t know, damn it,” Liam responded. “I’m sharing a room in the hotel with one of the other students, and the son of a bitch couldn’t be more straight if he tried. He’s already informed me his goal this summer is to screw both of the girls, and any decent-looking Scottish lasses who live on Rum. How about you?”

  “Same here,” Carter admitted, ruefully. “Stash has a single room, but they’ve got me sharing a triple with Alonzo and Bill, who are nice emough guys, but they seem to be hopelessly and incorrigibly straight, too.”

  “Damn it! So what are we going to do? How can we get together?”

  “Let me think for a moment.”

  Carter knew that Duncan and his crew would be spending the night at their homes, so they could enjoy the relative novelty, for them, of sleeping indoors on dry land.

  “I’ve got an idea,” Carter said. “I can tell Stash I want to stow my gear on board the boat ahead of time, tonight. And then I’ll sneak you on board. We’ll fuck, right there on the boat. Okay? If I can swing it, are you willing to give it a try?”

  “Hell, yes!”

  “You’ll have to go back to your hotel when we’re done, though, so no one suspects anything. Me, too.”

  “Okay, as long as I can be with you, and spend some time with you.”

  “We’ll do it,” Carter promised. “We’ll manage it.”

  “Tonight, I want you to do anal with me,” Liam announced, sotto voce. “I want you to fuck me!”

  “Shit,” Carter whispered. “Don’t talk like that in front of all these other guys. Don’t talk dirty to me. You’re giving me a hard-on.”

  “Promise me you’ll take my ass tonight. Even if we end up having to do it standing up, in a toilet.”

  “I promise. God, in the meanwhile—you’re killing me, dude!”

  Haggis was on the menu here, as well. Boldly, Stash ordered it. It was served in traditional style, encased in a sheep’s stomach, instead of in an artificial casing.

  “Damn!” Stash exclaimed, after tasting the dish. “It’s good!”

  At Stash’s urging, Carter also sampled the dish. “It’s not bad,” he reported, to his own surprise. Still, he didn’t regret having ordered salmon.

  After dinner, Carter lost no time before he buttonholed Stash, and told him he wanted to have access to the Rock Dove that night, to transfer his gear from the hotel and stow it on board.

  “Oh, that shouldn’t be a problem,” Stash agreed. “Duncan’s entrusted me with a spare set of the keys. Here, take them, but for God’s sake don’t lose them.” He pulled out his cell phone. “They’ve got good security down there on the docks. They get to know the regular boaters, it seems, and they get paranoid when they see any stray guys prowling around, especially at night. I’ll call the harbormaster and tell him it’s okay, that they should expect you.”

  “I appreciate it,” Carter said. “You see, I want to have everything already in place tomorrow morning, when we set sail.”

  “Well, don’t get so preoccupied with your preparations for the voyage that you don’t enjoy yourself here in port tonight,” Stash advised.

  “I won’t.”

  Stash gave him a searching look. “You’re not fooling me, you know.”

  “No?” Carter tried his best to resemble the picture of innocence.

  “Stow your gear, my ass! You really want to try out all the bunks in both cabins, so you can claim squatter’s rights to the most comfortable one.”

  “Aren’t they all identical?”

  “Trust me—based on my extensive experience traveling, they may look the same, but they never are. They have subtle differences which can make a big difference when you’re trying to snatch a few hours’ sleep after a long day.”

  “Okay, you’ve caught me. But the truth is, I do want to check out the boat. After all, we’ll be living on it for the few weeks. I want to get some idea of what I’ve gotten myself into.”

  Stash grinned. “Too late to back out now. You’re mine, for the duration.”

  The subterfuge turned out to be quite easy and successful. After dark, Carter transferred his cameras and most of his other belongings from the hotel to the Rock Dove. Among his gear was another bottle of whiskey, to replace the one which Carter had purchased in Armadale. Having begun to acquire a taste for the national product, he’d done his share of drinking during dinner. Now, standing on deck, he gulped down some of the whiskey, to keep himself in an appropriately pleasantly warm and mellow, horny mood.

  Shortly afterward, Liam joined him, on board the boat.

  “Did you get away okay?” Carter asked.

  “Yes. The others—they’ve all gone out on the town, drinking. I told them I had a headache, so I wanted to stay behind, in the hotel room.”

  “And if your roommate gets back before you?”

  “Unlikely, judging by what I’m glimpsed of his personality so far. He’s a party animal. But I’ll just say I went for a walk to clear my throbbing head.”

  “Oh, you poor thing. Throbbing, huh? I’ve got the cure for your headache, right here, buddy.”

  “Counting on it, stud,” Liam moaned.

  “Let’s go below,” Carter urged. He led Liam below. “This will probably be the cabin Stash and I will share.”

  “Intimate,” Liam remarked, with a suggestive grin.

  “Which could turn out to be either a good or a bad thing. I’ll take the starboard side bunk, I guess. Wait.” Rummaging about in his luggage, Carter found a condom and a tube of lubricant. He tossed them onto the bunk. “There, I’ve claimed my territory,” he joked. “Those might come in handy befo
re the night’s over.”

  “They might come in handy very soon, if I have any say about it,” Liam corrected him. “This is a beautiful boat. But I’m more interested in the beautiful American man who’s on it at the moment. Fuck me,” Liam begged, eager now that they were sequestered in one of the cabins together.

  “Shit,” Carter muttered. “You get me so damn hot—!”

  “Do I?” Liam gloated. “If I do, it’s purely intentional. Come here—!”

  He stood in front of Carter, spreading his legs and thrusting his crotch up so that Carter could put both hands on his bulge. Carter ached to unzip the other guy’s jeans, reach in and pull out that long, hard prick which he’d already made love to so memorably, and play with it again and suck it off again, right there in the intimate, confined quarters of the boat’s cabin.

  And, the way Liam was smiling at him and standing there, humping his crotch against Carter’s hands while he kissed him long and hard on the mouth—from that, the American knew that Liam wanted him, too.

  Still kissing Liam, thrusting his tongue deep inside his mouth, Carter finally gave in to his lust and he unzipped Liam’s jeans and drew out that exciting thick, hard cock and began massaging it.

  “Give me your goddamn dick,” he demanded.

  “Take it. Yeah—work it,” Liam encouraged him.

  “Big fucking piece of meat!” Carter growled.

  With one hand he reached down to his own fly, unzipped it, took out his own stiff piece of meat and pressed it against Liam’s warm hand, which closed around it possessively and began to masturbate him, slowly and teasingly.

  Groaning against his fuck buddy’s mouth, Carter shoved his dick back and forth inside Liam’s loose fist, and with his own hands, he pulled and stretched Liam’s prick, smoothing the foreskin back hard from the head, and then pushing the foreskin forward again until it sheathed the bulb at the end of that incredibly arousing fuck tool.

  Carter could feel his own cock tensing and he could feel Liam’s cock pulsating hotly in his hands. Neither guy wanted to come just then, though, and Liam finally broke their kiss and he moaned against Carter’s face, softly, “Oh, Jesus, Carter—I want you again so bad it hurts! I thought I’d burst, trying to hold it in all during dinner.”

  “Yeah, I had the same problem.” Carter brushed his lips over the stubbled cheek next to his, he gave Liam’s cock one last pull, and then he reluctantly let him go. “I was afraid we’d make a public spectacle of ourselves and risk offending the respectable and no doubt conservative natives of Skye,” Carter added, laughing. Liam hugged him tightly, pressing his crotch hard against Carter’s.

  “But,” Liam pointed out, “here we are, on this boat, alone, with no one to see us. No one to judge us.”

  “Yeah,” Carter agreed. “So why are we denying ourselves?”

  “I can’t think of a good reason. Can you?”

  “No,” Carter said. “Goddamn it, let’s fuck! No time like the present, is there?”

  “No, none.”

  Both men were feeling horny and completely uninhibited, looking forward to another frenzied sex session, this time in one of the freshly made-up bunks in the cabin.

  “Strip, you son of a bitch,” Carter demanded. “I want you naked!”

  Chapter Six: Lust Below Decks

  “Naked, huh?” Liam asked.

  “Bare-assed, buddy,” Carter insisted. “Come on, strip down.”

  The cameraman set the example. He sat down on the edge of the bunk to take his shoes off, and then he leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs far apart in lewd invitation.

  “Jesus! That’s some boner you’ve got there,” Liam observed, licking his lips as he stared at Carter’s basket. He reached down and rubbed Carter’s crotch hungrily. “That was a damn good meal we had tonight at the restaurant. Now, why don’t you let me nibble on that for dessert?”

  “Be my guest. Listen, fucker, you know you’re welcome to chow down on my meat any time you want,” Carter said fervently, as Liam opened his pants. “Go for it! Suck me, dude! Suck my dick!”

  Liam began groping Carter’s massive rod under his shorts, and in return Carter thrust out his hips so that his buddy could get his hands under his balls and squeeze the cheeks of his ass.

  By the time Carter stood up again, he was stumbling around in the narrow confines of the cabin a bit drunkenly, with his pants down around his ankles and the front of his briefs ballooning out in front of him, stuffed with the solidity of his dick. Liam gazed at that enticing bulge, desperately eager to bury his face in the bushy forest of pubic hair and fill his mouth with that potent male meat.

  “Get your ass over here and stand in front of me,” he choked, pulling Carter around so that he was standing over him. “I’m going to go crazy unless I can suck your cock!”

  Then Liam deftly opened the fly front of Carter’s undershorts. He stuck two fingers through the gap, and he grabbed the other man’s prick, positioning it so that its thick head was just exposed at the opening of the fly.

  Liam could see the moist, pouting slit in the top of Carter’s fuck tool through the pulled-apart opening of his shorts. The sight excited him, and he stuck out his tongue and began licking Carter’s piss slit, getting it wet and letting his tongue flicker over the gap, spreading its lips gently apart and tasting the tiny drop of jism which had begun to ooze out of it.

  This excited Carter, who quickly pulled his fly wide open, tearing a seam in his worn briefs in his haste, so that his dick sprang out through the opening completely, and it emerged with such force that it slapped Liam’s cheek before Liam had a chance to grab it and guide it inside his mouth.

  Liam put his hands on either side of Carter’s fly and he ripped the guy’s briefs completely apart so that the flimsy cotton undergarment fell, ragged, at either side of his cock.

  “Shit!” a drunken Carter protested. “You’re ripping my skivvies, dude!”

  “Working for a big TV network, you can afford to buy new ones,” Liam joked, “and you’re going to need thermal underwear up there in the Hebrides where you’re going to be working, anyway!” He started licking and sucking at Carter’s solid fuck pole, finally drawing its full length deep into his mouth, moaning with delight as it filled him.

  Carter glanced down and he saw that Liam, having unzipped his own pants, had taken his mammoth cock out and was beginning to play with it. Carter unbuttoned his shirt, remaining standing while Liam deliriously sucked and lapped at his meat.

  Liam’s mouth suddenly dived under Carter’s shaft, slurping wildly at his balls. He put his hands under the edges of Carter’s ripped shorts and he yanked them completely off his sturdy legs.

  “Son of a bitch,” Carter yelped.

  Carter had stripped his T-shirt off and he now stood before Liam completely naked, his solid chest already glistening with drops of excited sweat, his nipples dark brown and hard, and the mass of tangled hair at his crotch already damp from Liam’s dripping mouth.

  “Blow me, you pretty little English bitch,” Carter invited the other young man. “Suck my dick!”

  Liam was going wild! He moaned, staring at Carter’s pulsating dick and rubbing his muscular thighs hard and fast with his hands, clutching at the other guy’s buttocks.

  “Oh, shit,” he grunted. “What a man you are, Yank—what a goddamn, fucking male animal!” He began to lick Carter’s thighs furiously, his mouth leaving traces of saliva running down the insides of his legs.

  Carter could feel himself getting very hot—especially when he looked down at his own rock-hard cock sticking straight out from his groin and rubbing against Liam’s forehead.

  Carter reached down and began massaging his prickshaft, feeling the warm lubrication of Liam’s saliva on it. Then he reached down still lower and, putting his hands under Liam’s warm armpits, he lifted him up and drew him toward the bunk.

  “Naked, dude,” Carter murmured. “I want both of us to be balls naked—!”

  He unb
uttoned and removed Liam’s shirt, and then he undressed him the rest of the way, so that both men were standing face-to-face, nude. They could feel their cocks touching, bobbing restlessly up and down with each bodily movement.

  Carter put his strong arms around Liam’s broad back and pressed him closely to himself, so that he could feel Liam’s hairy chest crushed against his own pecs, and could also feel the slight bulge of Liam’s belly against his own stomach, the potent pressure of his own male sex organ pushed up against that of the other guy.

  Carter embraced him so firmly, in fact, that both of their dicks ended up standing straight up, each tight against the other man’s belly. Carter then rubbed his torso suggestively against Liam’s, taking both pricks with him as he rubbed—back and forth, lewdly, provocatively—and the two stiff tools rolled hard over each other and the balls of both men swung back and forth, hitting each other.

  Carter next lowered his mouth and began to suck at Liam’s mouth, opening his lips wide and forcing his tongue into Liam’s juicy oral cavity, rolling it wetly and hotly over and around Liam’s own fast-working tongue.

  Soon the lips of both studs were wet with their mingled saliva and their mouths slid hungrily over each other. Carter began to drop his mouth, going first to Liam’s neck, which he kissed and nibbled. Then he planted his wet mouth over each of his erect nipples in turn, and began to lick and suck at Liam’s muscular chest, rubbing his nose into the dense hair that covered it.

  Liam pulled Carter’s head hard against him and ground his tits against those sucking lips. “Oh, lick me, man!” he moaned ecstatically. “Lick and suck me—get me good and wet!”

  Carter enjoyed the feeling of Liam’s hard nipples in his mouth and he sucked wildly and roughly at them. He then began licking his slow way all the way down to Liam’s burning-hot crotch, pausing along the route to insert the tip of his tongue into Liam’s navel and lick at the flesh around it.

  His tongue then followed a straight line down the center of Liam’s belly, until it hit the heavy growth of pubic hair at the guy’s groin. This turned Carter on and he began licking and sucking even harder, pressing his mouth with greater passion against the flesh of the naked male body in front of him.