I didn't give Ross time to object any more. I'd never felt like this before, and I figured if I was gonna be stupid enough to kiss a total stranger, granted the most knock-dead gorgeous stranger I'd ever laid eyes on, I might as well show him how I really felt. I began my attack on his supple lips again, tasting each as I bit and nipped. Rough calloused hands found their way under my arms and I felt myself and him being slowly lifted from the seat where we sat. I allowed him time to stand and gain his balance, and then wrapped my legs, sopping pants and all, around his strong middle, all the while tasting his warm mouth. Eventually we found our way to the cushioned back seat that stretched all the way across the back of the motor coach. Ross laid me down across the seat ever so gently, treating me as if I were a small child. He reached out and began stroaking my cheeks. After seeming to trace every line and bone in my face, he began making his way down my neck and shoulders, stopping at my shirt collar to begin unfastening each button. It was only then that I began to feel self-conscious again. Here I was practically drooling over such a muscled stallion, but what would he say about me? I wasn't fat by any means. I'd tried to keep myself up, but I certainly didn't have "washboard abs," or the muscled chest he had either. As my shirt slid from my body I felt my face grow hot with shame. "What's the matter, lad?" What could I say? How could I explain how I felt without sounding like a whining schoolboy? I reached out and allowed my fingers to brush across his chest. But to my great surprise, he didn't seem to appraise or show disappointment in my body. "Ye needn't worry, lad. Ye're too hard on yerself. I think ye're beautiful." Again I felt my face flush all the more, but not from shame. "Thank you. I guess you'll think I'm some kind of psycho, but I've thought you were beautiful from the moment I laid eyes on you." He chuckled softly. "This is'na ma first job. I've worked several places afore this, and one of them was doin' some modelin'. But I don't want tae talk aboot me. I want you!"
A rough hand reached out and began stroking my chest as another began fumbling with the button on my jeans. I gasped and moaned when I felt a mouth encircle around one of my nipples, and two teeth start ever so gently nipping at it. Another, even louder gasp came when the other calloused hand eventually, and without any notice, found its way down into my underwear. Rough fingers found their way around my cock and began massaging gently. I began to feel lightheaded. "All right noo, let's get you oot 'o those wet pants. If I've got tae show me willy, then tis only fair ye show yers as well!" And without another notice, he stood, pulling me with him, and in one fluid motion jerked jeans and underwear down to my ankles. The wicked smile that crossed his face made my face turn yet even more crimson. "Well noo, will ye look at ma sexy wee American! Not only does he have a sweet personality, he's got a great arse as well! And will ye look at that hangin' there between those legs! A fella could get some great enjoyment oot 'o that!" My knees nearly buckled as I felt him reach out and take my dick in his hands. Another hand found its way to the back of my neck and pulled me forward for a long kiss. I allowed my hands to touch and fell my way around his body, from his muscled chest to his back, and back to the front and working my way towards his groin. A low moan rumbled from somewhere deep within his throat. Finally we stopped, Ross smiling at me as we both gasped for air, and then without warning, he did something that truly did cause my knees to buckle. In one swift motion he was on his knees, and had engulfed my cock in his mouth. My head began to swim and I felt myself fall back onto the seat behind me. Ross allowed his tongue to work along the shaft of my throbbing member, encircling and teasing the head, only to return to loving his way back toward the base.
My mind was in a daze. Never in my life had I felt such pleasure. My hands found their way down to Ross's spiked black hair, and I found myself entwining my fingers in the stiff styled locks. Moan after moan escaped from my body. Ross began making rhythms along the length of my shaft, up and down, up and down, stopping occasionally to pay special attention to the head. Finally I could take no more. With one last cry, I felt my body tense and my cock sprayed load after load milky cum into the air. Ross lapped and licked until nothing or the puddle that had fell onto my abdomen remained. He smiled at me, his blue eyes twinkling. But I wasn't finished yet. I allowed our gazes to meet, and repeated what I'd told him earlier. "I want more." He stared perplexedly at me for a moment, but then his face reflected the realization that had just occured to him. He smiled at me gently as he checked his watched, miraculously not ruined after the dive into the loch. "It's gettin' late, darlin'. Why not let's pick this up another time. I tried not to show my disappointment too much, but I knew that my face visibly fell. This only made Ross smile the more. "I'm sorry, but the others will be back afor lang, and we've got tae be ready to go on towards Fort William and Inverness. I tell ye what, love. When we get tae tha hotel tonight, why dinna ye spend the nicht with me?" His hands circled around my waiste until they found my ass. "And then I'll give you 'more,' and everythin' else ye'd ever want!"
Though I was disappointed, I knew he was right. The others would be returning soon, and return they did, filled with stories and opinions of the loch and islands that spread across it. "Bucinch was the prettiest of all the island to me." "Yes, and I thought the plaque about the life and death of the young man was sad." "Well, I thought Fraoch Island was the most beautiful, all that heather!" Everyone in the coach had heard about my experience in the loch, and most made their way toward the back to give condolences and see if I was unharmed. Many congratulated Ross on how brave he'd been, to which he merely shook his head. "Twas'na any more than anyone else would've done." The rest of the drive from Loch Lomond up through the Great Glen was relatively uneventful. Ross stopped the coach at Rannoch Moor and Glencoe and "The Three Sisters" to allow everyone photo shots and a bit more exploration. Finally we reached Fort Augustus and the sprawling Loch Ness. Another cruise had been scheduled for some sight seeing and "a chance to view the beasty." Beautiful as the country was, I found myself with an overwhelming desire to stay with Ross, and made my excuses to the rest of the group, promising I'd join them tomorrow when I felt better.
Of all the sights I'd seen so far, nothing compared with the beauty of Loch Ness and its surroundings. The ruins of Urqhart Castle stood guard above the western shores of the loch. Ross parked the coached and then we embarked on a walking tour of the castle. For such a beautiful time of year, hardly anyone could be seen exploring the ancient ruin. For a great while we said nothing of importance, Ross merely smiling at me as I explored every nook and cranny of the stone fortress. Eventually, however, we turned out sights toward the grassy banks that sloped down toward the waters, and our conversation turned. "Jesse?" "Yes?" "Do ye mind if I ask ye somethin'?" I found myself smiling, despite my attemtps not to act like a silly schoolgirl. "Of course not. What is it?" He blue eyes, beautiful as ever, turned serious. "Why are ye here by yerself?" My heart fell into my stomach. "Have ye no family er friends to share such a holiday with?" Though my heart broke as I remembered the truth as to my coming, I tried to put on my bravest smile. "I have you, though I think we past 'friends' a while ago." He smiled mischeviously for a moment, but his expression changed again. "I'm bein' vera serious. It's been on me mind e'er since we left Luss this mornin'. Ye're a beautiful young lad, ye're friendly, and seemed to have a kind heart. Why are ye here by yerself?" I felt tears stinging in the corners of my eyes. "Ross, do we have to discuss this now? I mean, here we are in this beautiful fairytale setting. I have the most handsome prince charming smiling at me. Does it have to spoiled by my sob stories now?" He relented. "All richt. I'm sorry. I dinna mean tae cause ye any pain. I just cannna help but wonder why someone like yerself would be here all alone." We strolled on for a while longer in silence, but the longer we walked the more I knew that I would eventually have to tell him. "Let's find somewhere we can sit. This will take a little while."
For nearly an hour I explained of how I'd wound up touring Scotland alone. I told of my parents' death, of my rejejction to the college I'd so longed for, and of my considered suicide. "And that's how I wound up here, sitting with the most handsome young man I've ever seen, expounding on my pitiful life!" He stared at me for the longest time, his steely blues eyes seeming to relfect my own pain. "Jesse I am vera truly sorry. I had nae idea that was why ye were here by yerself. Please fergive me fer bein' such an arse as to press the matter." "Oh, that's okay. I guess, considering what happened a while ago, we're neither one hardly in a position to keep secrets or worry about privacy!" He smiled wickedly at me again, taking my hand. We sat for the longest time, saying nothing. I couldnt' explain how I felt so at ease with someone I'd know such a short amount of time, but there was something about being with Ross. It felt so comforting, so right. Perhaps it was because he really did make me forget about why I'd truly come here. Maybe it was his kindness he'd shown to me. Maybe it was just that damn sexy Scottish accent, or those blue eyes. Whatever "it" was, it just felt right, like this was where I belonged. Finally I realized he was staring at me, smiling devilishly. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?".......... "I was just thinkin'. I've save yer life, and I've taken vera guid care of ye while the others were away on the boat. I guess I deserve an extra guid tip tonight!"