Desire in the Isles

by Roland Graeme

  His lips finally reached the base of Liam’s erect cock and, as he stuck his tongue out, he could feel its round hardness where the tool jutted out so awesomely from Liam’s crotch.

  He licked around the base of the dick, then went underneath, letting his tongue run up and down the fine skin crease at the back of the big sac which contained Liam’s throbbing balls. Carter turned his head as he did so, and pushed Liam’s thighs wide apart, growling with lust while he lapped at the guy’s smooth, sweet-tasting, slightly salty flesh with the flat of his agile, slippery-wet tongue.

  Frenzied with desire, Carter twisted his head even lower and shoved his face between his partner’s spread legs. In this position, he could look up and see right into Liam’s ass crack.

  He ran his hands teasingly up and down the insides of Liam’s thighs, and Liam responded by throwing his ass back toward the edge of the bunk, squatting a bit and spreading his thighs even more.

  As Carter looked up into the guy’s hairy cleft, he could see that Liam had opened his thighs so much that, through the soft tufts of ass hair, Carter could see the dark, lightly haired, puckered hole which was the entrance to Liam’s anus.

  The sight of that butch ass being shoved in his face excited him tremendously, and he could feel his horny dick throb with lustful urgency and the thick potent sperm begin to stir in his own turgid balls.

  He desperately wanted to feel and taste Liam’s asshole, to put his fingers and his tongue in that most intimate part of the other man’s body. He reached up to put both hands on the bottoms of Liam’s ass cheeks, and then let his fingers slowly wend their way into the shadows of that voluptuously masculine cleft.

  His fingertips combed through the forest of soft hair that grew along Liam’s crack until they felt the smooth, tender depression of his asshole.

  As soon as Carter’s fingers touched his asshole, Liam pushed his ass further out, squatted deeper, and spread his legs even wider. Carter used both hands to spread Liam’s buns, then pushed his mouth between them, thrust out his tongue, and began licking at it, forcing the tip of his tongue deep inside that masculine hole. The rimming drove Liam into a frenzy of lust and he started revolving his hips around wildly.

  Then Carter licked the smooth, hard muscle that ran between Liam’s asshole and his scrotum, pressing his nose up hard against that hairy bulge, before he started licking again—wetting the backs of the balls this time. As he licked and sucked on that hot sac, he could see Liam’s enormously long, stiff cock sticking straight out in front of him, bigger than any dildo Carter had ever seen—and a hell of a lot more responsive!

  Suddenly, Liam put his hands down flat on the cabin floor, lowering his head so that it, too, nearly touched the floor, and he shoved his bare ass straight up in the air and into Carter’s face.

  “Rim it,” he invited Carter, gasping. “Eat my ass!”

  The sight of Liam’s ass crack spread wide open in front of him, his asshole itself also open and throbbing with need, and his thick cock and bull-like balls dangling down between his husky, spread thighs—it all threw Carter into a state of absolute erotic insanity, as did the fact that Liam was bending over like that, shoving his crack up into Carter’s face, inviting him do anything he wanted to with his hot asshole, cock, and balls. The lewd permissiveness seared through his brain more potently than any aphrodisiac could have, inflaming him beyond endurance.

  Carter couldn’t have kept his mouth off Liam’s asshole had he wanted to—which he certainly didn’t. He shoved his face against it again, licking it hungrily, and he got his tongue in good and deep when Liam spread his ass cheeks wide apart with his hands so that Carter’s slurping mouth and probing tongue could reach wetly into every crevice of his exposed anus.

  While Carter licked and ate, he could feel the smooth skin of his buddy’s crack rubbing against his face, the hairs brushing the sides of his cheeks. He lifted his face and put his tongue on Liam’s coccyx, then brought it slowly and wetly from the tailbone down the center of the crack, until he reached the bunghole once again.

  Then Carter thrust his tongue inside hard, tasting the sweet, musky taste of a man’s asshole again, and eagerly forcing his tongue as far up as it would go into that smooth, slippery tunnel.

  Slowly and reluctantly extracting his tongue, he licked downward until it reached Liam’s hanging, swaying balls. Carter covered them with his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the skin of the nut sac. At the same time, he pressed his nose—now slippery with saliva—hard into Liam’s asshole.

  Liam got off on the sensation of having the other guy’s nose pressed into his asshole—it was harder than the tongue, and, although it couldn’t penetrate as far, it spread his asshole wider open and made him feel as though Carter was already teasing that aperture of his with his prick, getting ready to fuck him.

  Carter next put his hand flat in Liam’s now wildly agitated crack, rubbing his palm back and forth. He put one fingertip on the asshole and began slowly to insert it. As he pushed it in, inch by inch, he bent his finger from side to side so that it would slowly force the anal opening apart.

  His finger slipped in easily, well-lubricated by the saliva he had already deposited inside Liam’s wide-open ass. Finally, his finger was inserted all the way to the knuckle, and Liam was nearly hysterical with pleasure—and frustration, because he wanted more. He wanted Carter’s cock!

  “Oh, fuck me, man!” he groaned. “Fuck me good—way up inside me—stick that hot finger of yours right up my asshole! It’s wide open, waiting for you to fuck it!” Liam was sweating, and the whiskey they’d drunk had freed him of all inhibitions.

  Carter moved his finger slowly in and out of the guy’s smoldering-hot hole. With each movement of his finger, Liam spread his thighs, flexed his buttocks, and humped his ass closer to Carter’s face. Then, very gradually, grunting with obscene delight, Liam twisted his asshole away from Carter’s finger, and he sat down heavily on the side of the bunk.

  “Man, I was about to shoot all over the cabin,” he laughed, lying down on the mattress, his hairy thighs spread to reveal his throbbing, hot cock, which was dripping jism at its tip. “I thought I’d better save it, even though it was a tough decision to make. I wouldn’t have minded coming with your finger up my ass like that—but I’d rather try it with your big prick in there, instead, all the way up inside me, fucking the hell out of me! Want to screw me, Carter? My asshole’s practically begging for that dick of yours—!”

  Carter didn’t answer him with words.

  Both men knew that they’d prickteased each other too long, that they were going to have to fuck, to come together, and as quickly and as brutally as possible, to relieve their seething sexual tensions.

  Carter threw his body on top of Liam’s, rubbing his cock hard into Liam’s crotch. He grabbed Liam by the shoulders, pinned him down on the mattress, and kissed him hard, with near bruising force, ramming his dick roughly against Liam’s own stiff penis.

  Liam moaned into his sex partner’s open mouth, sucked on the tongue with which Carter was raping his mouth, and then thrust his hips back up against Carter, spreading his thighs wide and raising them high in the air. Carter’s cock slipped down between Liam’s legs until that the head of it was pressing hard against his asshole.

  Carter began rubbing his meat against the Englishman’s crack, back and forth, keeping his shaft trapped in that saliva-slick valley between those sensational buns. Liam’s legs were now high in the air and Carter brought his thighs up under the other man’s back, forcing his ass even higher.

  The two men got ready to fuck on the narrow bunk, crushing and impacting their muscular bodies together, frantic to insert that hot, throbbing, explosively excited cock into that horny asshole. Carter ripped open the condom packet, extracted the rubber, and put in on his dick. A quick swipe of lube to coat the latex, and he was good to go.

  Carter’s fuck tool found the opening of Liam’s asshole and began to penetrate it. His dickhead was wet and slippery
with his own dribbled jism, and Liam’s sphincter was soaked with his sweat and Carter’s spit, so no additional lubrication was necessary.

  The thick head of Carter’s cock slipped in easily and Carter could feel Liam’s asshole stretching as wide as possible to accommodate him, sucking his dick inch by inch deep into the other man’s guts.

  “Oh, yeah,” Liam gasped, the moment he felt Carter’s cockhead filling his sphincter. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for! That’s what I want!”

  Carter began to push, forcing the long shaft of his prick deeper into Liam, until his crotch hair was crushed up against the cheeks of Liam’s ass. He thrust himself lewdly into the other guy’s rectum, feeling his overloaded balls swinging up and slapping against Liam’s sweaty backside.

  “Ah, shit,” Liam moaned. “You feel so good in there! Do you like my ass?”

  “I love it,” Carter avowed.

  He started to fuck, pumping himself savagely into that hot, tight ass—and Liam, on the bunk under him, met each of his thrusts by rearing up and grinding his ass against his groin. He was making it perfectly clear that he wanted to feel every inch of Carter’s cock going into his asshole—and Carter let him have it.

  “Fuck me,” Liam choked, spittle flying from his lips as he spat out the words almost inaudibly, staring up wide-eyed into Carter’s face. “Oh, Christ Jesus, Carter—fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  Carter couldn’t say anything. His heart pounded madly in his chest as he humped down into the other man’s anus. He already felt the hot blaze of orgasmic fire beginning to sear the insides of his balls.

  He struggled to pace himself, to hold back, to keep himself from coming too soon.

  His loose hair fell down onto Liam’s face as their lips met and they kissed, lustfully, while they continued to fuck. Carter pumped his cock monotonously in and out of the Englishman’s hot ass, which spasmed around the phallic invader, gripping and massaging it.

  Carter grunted. He was having difficulty maintaining control. His mind told him, slow down, make it last, don’t come yet. But his cock was begging, frantically, I need to unload! I need to shoot! Oh, let me shoot off inside this hot, tight ass!

  As usual his dick won the argument. Carter surrendered to the pulsing need in his groin.

  His jism, incredibly thick and hot, raced up through his nuts and down the long core of his rigid cockshaft, which remained thrust deep into Liam’s butt.

  Carter knew that he was coming! He stopped thrusting, but kept himself pressed fully against Liam’s buttocks as his cock began to spurt inside the other stud. Each white-hot burst of jism made Liam’s asshole spasm deliriously around Carter’s tool, lubricating his dick even as it unloaded its full, potent charge of semen.

  “Fuck me through it, man,” Liam moaned. “Oh, God, don’t stop now! Keep fucking me, I’m going to come, too—let’s come together, fucker!” Then Liam started to ejaculate, wildly.

  Carter started to screw him again, working his spurting dick in and out of that convulsing asshole, which seemed to take his hard-on in deeper with each stroke. Liam was screaming with pleasure as Carter emptied his balls into his rear end.

  Carter’s cock finally shuddered its way through its last gush of orgasmic release and he bucked up tightly against Liam as it did so. His spent juice lined the interior of the condom which was still secured snugly around his prick. He allowed himself the pleasure of remaining deeply embedded within Liam’s twitching asshole for a few moments longer, giving both himself and his partner a chance to calm down. Then Carter slowly slipped his cock out. He saw that Liam’s sperm now coated his torso, like a thin whitewash haphazardly applied.

  Finally, both men lay there on the bunk, exhausted, their hearts pounding as they slowed to a more normal pace in their chests. Their crotches were drenched in sticky come, and the smell of sweat and semen filled the cabin. Their lips met again and they kissed, both men exulting in the physical and emotional release that their torrid bout of man-to-man sex had given them.

  “Damn,” Carter moaned. “They sure gave this boat the wrong name.”

  “Huh?” Liam asked. “What do you mean?”

  “They should have called it the Rock Hard.”

  Chapter Seven: Under Full Sail

  Carter and Liam got dressed, and tidied up the cabin.

  They left the Rock Dove, which Carter took care to lock up, and strolled slowly through Portree’s quiet streets. It was obviously the sort of town where the residents might as well have turned off the street lamps and rolled up the sidewalks at night.

  “Two days and two nights,” Liam mused. “It’s not long enough to know you. I wish we could spend a lot more time together.”

  “I feel the same way.”

  “When you get to Rum—it’s not such a large island. Look me up.”

  “I will. And if you ever come to New York City, and I’m home, you must stay with me.”

  “The same thing goes, any time you decide to visit London.”

  They’d reached the intersection at which they had to go their separate ways, to head toward their respective hotels.

  “Let’s say our goodbyes here, Carter,” Liam suggested. “I don’t want to do it tomorrow, in front of the others.”

  “All right.” Carter hugged and kissed Liam, passionately, before they parted.

  In the hotel room, Bill and Alonzo were sitting up in their beds. Bill was texting on his cell phone, and Alonzo was looking at something on his laptop.

  “You guys didn’t have to wait up for me,” Carter said.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, because we didn’t,” Bill told him. “I’m just phoning home. Telling my wife what a thrilling time I have not been having, so far.”

  “You’re bored?” Carter asked.

  “It’s routine. About what I expected,” Bill said. “One frigging foreign backwater after another. After a while they all start to look the same. Only the language the natives speak differs. How Stash always manages to work up such enthusiasm in front of the camera is beyond me.”

  “Feel the same way, Alonzo?” Carter inquired.

  “More or less. That’s why I’m keeping busy by checking out some porn sites,” Alonzo admitted, without shame. “Which are providing me with some moderate thrills.”

  Bill laughed. “Yeah. I’m not sure I’m ready to be stuck on board that small boat with this horny bastard. We may all end up getting raped. You were gone a long time, Carter.”

  “Yeah. In anticipation of being cooped up on board the boat starting tomorrow, I went for a walk to stretch my legs,” Carter lied, as he began to get undressed and ready for bed. “This is a pretty little town. And probably not as boring as it looks, at first glance.”

  “You’re still in the honeymoon stage, I see,” Alonzo said. “Enjoying the job, I mean.”

  “Don’t you enjoy it?” Carter asked.

  “It is what it is,” Alonzo replied. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. In its way, and in spite of the long hours and the occasional inconveniences, this is easy work. But any gig begins to get old, after a while.”

  “I haven’t had a chance to ask you guys what Stash is like to work for,” Carter said.

  It was Bill who answered. “He’s fine. You do your job, pull your weight, and there’s no problem. And he can be a lot of fun. Sometimes his goddamn gung-ho perkiness can get on my nerves, but that’s a big part of his audience appeal, so why tear up the meal ticket? I think he likes you, Carter. Keep up the positive attitude, and the two of you ought to get along just fine. You might turn out to be soul mates,” Bill added, jokingly.

  Carter smiled. “Well, better that than not getting along.”

  “I wouldn’t worry too much about it, if I were you. Well, let’s get some shut-eye, guys,” Bill suggested. “Tomorrow’s a working day. If you’re going to jerk off before you go to sleep, Alonzo, do it quietly, for a change.”

  Alonzo grunted. Carter assumed that Bill was joking. Although you never knew!

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sp; Inevitably, the next day, Carter started off feeling depressed.

  He’d said goodbye to Liam, the hot young trick with whom he’d enjoyed such impassioned, satisfying sex. The two travelers’ paths had intersected briefly but intensely, only to diverge again. Liam was on his way to spend the summer searching for and digging up Norse ruins and artifacts. Carter was going to film Stash, as he toured the Western Hebrides. After having indulged himself with Liam in a variety of lewd same-sex acts to their mutual satisfaction, Carter now resigned himself to the prospect of dull celibacy.

  The Rock Dove set sail. Duncan used the engine to steer the boat clear of the harbor. Then, once the boat was out in open waters, the four young Scots under the captain’s command busied themselves, unfurling and manning the sails. Carter stood on the deck, lost in thought, but enjoying the way the boat picked up speed and cleaved through the water. In welcome contrast to the weather conditions of the previous day, the sun blazed away in a cloudless blue sky, and the air was comfortably warm.

  Carter’s previous experience with boating had been quite limited—and confined, in fact, to being a passenger on lakes on small power boats. Inevitably, he was a bit apprehensive about doing some real sailing, and on the open sea.

  But, to his own surprise, he took to it at once. He loved it!

  He spent as much time as possible on deck, watching the crew at work, manipulating the sails. At the Scots’ invitation and under their supervision, he tried his hand at it himself. He was also entrusted by Duncan with the wheel for a while, to get a feel for what steering the boat was like.

  “You’re a natural at this,” Duncan told him. “If you ever get tired of sticking that camera of yours in people’s faces, I’ll hire you on as a hand.”

  “Thanks. I’m tempted!” Carter exclaimed.