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Afterwards, I retired to the comfort of the lounge, after first ordering a good 20 year-old malt whiskey from the bar – making sure that I did not give the locals grounds for offence by adulterating it with anything like ice, even though I would blowjob have preferred it that way! Slumped in a deep arm-chair by the fire, filled with my meal and warmed by the scotch, I began to feel mellow and rather sleepy. As I dozed, I became conscious of the figure of a kilted young man half-sitting on the arm of the sofa next to me. My eyes travelled upwards over his young, slightly hairy legs and tanned bare knees. He was wearing typical Highland hiking clothes: walking boots, thick woolly socks and an appropriate Skye Tartan kilt, complete with a rather worn leather sporran which now lay in his lap. He had on a chunky Arran sweater and he blonde had a large tumbler in his hands with about half-an-inch of what looked like Scotch in the bottom. He raised the glass to his lips. It was Deryk – or rather, the somewhat elusive, mysterious and handsome young guy I had met months before in London and who seemed to have assumed the role of my erstwhile fantasy younger brother from childhood. “Hello,” he said, looking directly into my eyes with his piercing gaze. Then with that winning crooked smile of his he continued, “Glad to see we share the same tastes.” He cocked his head on one side, winked and raised his glass, as if to say a silent ‘Slangevar’ before sipping his scotch appreciatively. His eyes were deep-set beneath soft black eye-brows and against the fire glow they seemed almost lustrous, while the blues and greens of his tartan kilt seemed to reflect in their rich blue colour. Just as when I saw him months ago, he had the same short, wavy black hair which flopped boyishly forward over his forehead and he had a soft facial complexion that included a carefully cultivated shadow-beard. He had lovely, kissable lips; a little weather-worn Hardcore but plump and tasting slightly salty, I recalled, as I Big Boobs gazed back at him. Of course, years ago when I was pre-adolescent, he had been my younger brother and was always getting into trouble and scrapes from which I had to rescue him; rescues which usually, and significantly as it turned out, involved getting his clothes off – as well as various other naughtinesses of childhood. In those days, he would have been just a few years younger than me but he was now unaccountably still only in his mid-20’s while I was nearly 40. Evidently, the years had been kind to him! However, since the only brother I had known was the one of my young and fertile imagination, the mystery of who this guy really was still eluded me. After our last encounter in London a few months ago, he had disappeared again, leaving me none the wiser; his reappearance now would, you might think, have provoked a deeper investigation on my part but for some reason, this time I just accepted his being there. He was after all, fucking gorgeous and I fancied him like no-one else I had known. And in view of what happened last time, my mind was alive to the possibilities the night might have in store. “I was wondering when you were going to reappear,” I said, and returned his ‘Slangevar’ with a gesture and a sip from my own glass of scotch. The warmth of the malt nectar seemed to percolate through my body, as I gazed back into his blue pools of delicious and forbidden lust. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask what actually happened back at the park toilets that night – you know, after you vanished?” I said. His eyes narrowed as he screwed-up his face in an expression of pretend embarrassment. “Hmm – best not to really,” he affirmed, promptly changing the subject. “Fancy slipping outside for a breath of fresh air? It’s quite hot in here by the fire and it’s a lovely clear night out.” I was tempted to make a remark along the lines of his feeling cooler if I were to divest him of his Arran sweater and heavy kilt but I thought the mature better of it – for now at least. Instead, I simply nodded and got up to follow him, as the pleats of his kilt swayed seductively from side to side and he headed for the door. He was right; it was a beautifully clear, romantic night as we stood in the cold night air, gazing up at the stars and pointing-out to each other the constellations and their major stars; the unmistakable “W” of Cassiopeia high in the north-east; the brightness of Arcturus in the west and above us, Deneb, Vega and Altair, the stars of the “Summer Triangle”; and of course, the “Plough”, Ursa Major, the “Great Bear” and its pointer to the Pole Star, Polaris. He seemed to recognize just as many of them as I did, and I was impressed by his knowledge and interest; it made me feel even closer to him. A full moon glowed low in the sky from behind a few wisps of thin cloud. An owl hooted. “What are you planning tomorrow?” he asked, “Have you seen the Old Man yet?” He was hoping I would misunderstand his ambiguous reference to the “Old Man of Storr” but I spoiled his attempt to tease me as I went on to tell him of my own plans. “I think I’m okay with that.” “You free, Dandi, because I want you to tag team a client with me,” I said. "I will not as I will destroy you 'til nothing is left. Dark-Angela wanted to take over completely, to blonde indulge in her twisted perversions without restraint, to take it in every hole at once while I was choked, whipped and burned. After the shower, mature they clean up Malcolm bedroom. “I caught plenty of shit for that growing up too.” In an instant her mouth was against his and their lips Hardcore parted. Just remember to be kind and let her swallow, it’s the least you can do. "Don't worry, sugar, you're going to have plenty of time to gawk at these babies after we finish eating." I turned round and sat down. 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