The Kiltseller
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, any similarities to any person living or dead is entirely coincidental. Hope you enjoy, any comments please contact jdj1980@hotmail.co.uk
A long, hard day at the office, thought Andy as he trudged towards the Kilt Shop in Glasgow. The rain was pishin doon and he pulled his coat in tighter around his neck. He?d just finished work and was on his way to get fitted for a kilt for his friend?s wedding at the weekend. He?d left it a bit late to get it sorted, which was a typically Andy thing to do.
He pushed the door open and a small bell trilled. A loud, gruff voice from above shouted down ?Be there in a minute!?. Andy checked his watch....it was nearly 7pm, how had it gotten so late? Work had been so busy he?d lost track of the time. He ran a hand through his wet, blonde hair. Hope he?s not closing up, he thought. He looked around the store ? a mixture of Scottish-themed t-shirts, some pro-independence, some against, some glass cabinets filled with different types of sporrans, cufflinks and sgian dubhs. Through the back he could see a massive variety of kilts, hanging neatly in rows along the walls.
The man from above came down the stairs. He looked about 40, he was tall but well-built, he had black hair flecked with grey and a salt and pepper beard and moustache. The guy had a big smile. Andy thought he looked quite the handsome Scot. ?You just caught me,? the man said, ?I?m just about to close. My name?s Tam?. Andy smiled, ?Thanks Tam, I?ve left it to the last minute as usual and I?m kind of stuck. I need a kilt for Saturday!? Tam returned the smile, ?Don?t worry, you?re here now so I?ll make sure you?re sorted. Follow me up to the back and you can choose a tartan?.
Tam directed Andy?s attention along the kilts, pulling the odd one out to show him the tartan properly. ?There?s the Black Watch, very popular..........eh, the Modern Douglas.......that one is the Ben Lomond?. Andy though they all looked good. The truth was he?d never worn a kilt before. ?I think I?ll go for that one? said Andy. ?Great choice!? said Tam, ?That?s Scotland?s National. Come on upstairs to the changing area and I can get your measurements?. Andy followed Tam upstairs.
?Right,? said Tam, ?Stand in front of me. Take your jacket off.? Andy did as he was told. He was wearing his office shirt and smart trousers. ?Ok now put your arms out wide please?. Andy did as instructed as Tam wrapped a tape measure across his chest. For the first time, he felt the strength in Tam?s hands as he pulled the measure tape taut. ?Ok now I need to do your waist?. Tam bent down so his mouth was facing Andy?s crotch as he wrapped the measuring tape around his waist. Andy briefly glanced down to see the top of Tam?s head, his thick hair catching the remnants of light from the sunset in the upstairs window. Tam stood back up. ?You?ll need to try the shoes on so if you don?t mind removing them.? Andy kicked off his brown workshoes. ?What size of foot are you?? asked Tam. ?An 11? said Andy. ?Big boy then? said Tam with a laugh as he walked towards the shoe rack.
Tam came back holding a white shirt, black shoes and a Scotland?s National Kilt. ?You can go into this changing room? he said, and pulled back a door to a fair sized room with mirrors on each side and on the back of the door. There was a stool in the corner. ?Put your shirt on and try and hook the kilt around your waist like this? said Tam and showed him how the buckle fastened. ?Give me a shout if you need any help.....and don?t forget ? true Scotsmen don?t wear any underwear.? laughed Tam.
Andy took the items of clothing and closed the door behind him. He took off his office shirt and trousers and stood there in his white boxers. He used the four-mirrored wall to look at himself. He was slim and had been working out. His thighs were developing some definition, his arse was pert, his stomach flat and his chest beginning to broaden out. He put on the white shirt. He then thought ?fuck it? and pulled his boxers down. He turned himself around and looked at his 6 inch flaccid dick and the light dusting of blonde hair on his bumcheeks and legs. ?You getting on alright?? called Tam. ?Oh... eh, yeah sorry, just trying the kilt on now? said Andy. He wrapped the heavy woollen material around his waist, but couldn?t co-ordinate the buckle correctly and the kilt kept flapping open. ?Eh Tam I think I?m going to need some help here? said Andy, ?I?ve never worn a kilt before?. Tam opened the door, ?No worries, there?s a first time for everything? he said and flashed him a smile. Andy began to idly wonder if Tam was flirting with him. No way, he thought.
Tam stood behind him and began pulling the kilt around his waist. Tam threaded the buckle through correctly then fastened it tightly. ?Right, what do you think?? asked Tam. Andy looked up and saw himself in the white shirt and the kilt on and had to admit he looked great. He could see Tam?s head over his shoulder looking at him in the mirror. Now that Tam was inside the changing room, it suddenly felt a little cramped. Andy realised he was beginning to enjoy being close to Tam. ?You look really good? said Tam and broke out into a massive grin. Andy realised Tam?s hand was still on his waist. They were now staring at each other in the mirror. Andy could feel Tam behind him, strong and tall. Andy felt his cock swell slightly underneath the kilt. ?I took your advice? said Andy with a smile, still looking forwards into the mirror. ?Oh?? said Tam, returning his stare in the mirror. ?Yeah,? said Andy, ?I took off my underwear?. Tam raised his eyebrow, ?I see? he said, ?A true Scotsman after all. How about I check to see if you?re telling the truth??. Andy gulped, the mild flirting had turned serious and he felt his cock twitch again. It was all or nothing now. ?Lean forward and put your hands on the stool?, said Tam.
Andy did as he was asked, leaning forward and putting his hands on the stool, which had the effect of pushing his bum back towards Tam. Very lightly, Tam put his hand underneath the kilt material. Andy could feel Tam?s strong fingers lightly trace their way up the back of his thighs before he softly caressed the lower part of his buttocks, stroking the fine hair that was there. Tam?s hand then pushed through Andy?s legs and cupped Andy?s balls. ?Nice? said Tam, ?This might qualify you for a discount?. Andy?s cock was now rock hard, he couldn?t believe he was being felt up like this in a shop of all places. Tam removed his hand from under the kilt. ?Lean down lower? he said and Andy complied, meaning his bum was sticking up even more in the air. Tam reached down with two hands and lifted up the back part of the kilt. Andy?s bare arse was now totally exposed. ?Nice,? Tam said again, ?now spread your legs a little?. Andy did as he was told and could feel the air cool on his arse. Tam crouched down and began gently nibbling on his cheeks. Tam moved his tongue up and down. Andy then felt Tam?s strong hands gently pull both his cheeks apart. Tam?s tongue moved in gently and began lapping slowly on Andy?s slightly stretched hole. Andy gasped again and couldn?t help but moan softly. Tam?s tongue felt amazing. ?Mmmmm? said Tam, pulling back for a moment, ?you taste delicious down here?. Andy responded by spreading his legs further and Tam?s tongue immediately dived in deeper. Up and down and all around, Tam?s tongue was in total control. Andy couldn?t believe how turned on he was. As Tam ate his arse out, Andy felt Tam?s hand reach around and slowly began stroking his cock. Tam removed his mouth from Andy?s arse, which was all wet now. Tam placed his index finger gently at Andy?s opening, gently pressing before slipping in. ?Ohhhhh? said Andy and felt his legs quiver. ?You like that then?? asked Tam mischeviously before he slid his index finger right into his hole. ?Ohhhhhh? repeated Andy, words were beginning to fail him. ?You?re really liking it aren?t you?? asked Tam, ?a big strong man like me fingering your hole, you?re loving it?. Andy just muttered out a ?yeah?. The fingering increased in intensity. Andy began to tremble but kept concentrating by holding steady on the stool. ?How about a nice hard cock up there son?? asked Tam, plunging his finger in as deeply as possible and holding it there, ?Right there son, a big hard cock, how about it? That?s what you need.? Andy could only utter ?yes please Tam, that?s exactly what I need.? Tam withdrew his finger. ?Back in a minute, don?t move a muscle? said Tam.
Tam left the changing area. Andy stayed where he was ? legs wide apart, the kilt all pushed up his back, his hole exposed and waiting. Tam returned and Andy could see he was holding a bottle of lube in the mirror. He also saw Tam had removed his trousers and underwear and was sporting an erection of around 7 fat inches. ?You like the look of my cock?? asked Tam as he lathered lube onto it. Andy nodded. ?Well it?s going to fuck you hard son, you?re going to be begging for mercy?. Andy felt Tam?s hand on his hole again, shoving lube inside it. ?Right son, here goes? said Tam. Andy pushed down a little more and spread his legs even further in anticipation. He felt the bulbous head of Tam?s cock gently pressing against his entrance. Tam gently pushed in a little further, until the head got through. ?ohhhhh,? said Andy, ?that feels great?. Then Tam pushed further in, Andy let out a little yelp as Tam pushed his fat cock further up inside him. ?Nearly there,? said Tam then Andy felt the full length of Tam?s rock hard member pushed up inside him. Tam held it there for a few moments, letting Andy get used to the feeling of it. Tam then began pulling out and then slowly in, every time he was fully in, he gave a little extra shunt, which had Andy gurgling with pleasure. Tam then picked up the pace, in and out, in and out. Andy felt Tam grab his hips from behind with a strong grip: Andy wasn?t going anywhere and the fucking began in earnest. Andy had to hold onto the stool with all his strength as Tam pounded his hole, quickly and with force. ?uh uh uh uh? shouted Andy. ?Yes that?s what you came for son, a right hard fucking from a big strong man? shouted Tam as his cock pistoned in and out of Andy?s arse. Tam?s thighs were slapping against Andy?s arsecheeks. Again and again Tam continued to fuck hard as Andy?s whole body began to shake and tremble. ?Uh uh uh don?t...ddddon?t stop? said Andy. Tam?s cock was rock hard and the intensity increased. This continued for around ten minutes, Andy could feel Tam getting close then Tam would slow down, taking it easy before resuming his previous rigourous pace. Andy was beginning to go numb in his arms, the postion he was in was taking its toll, but it was bliss at the same time. Suddenly Tam increased his pace even further, ?I?m .....going....to .....CUM? shouted Tam and exploded with white man juice all the way inside Andy. ?Ohhhhhh? said Andy, as Tam reached forward and grabbed onto his body, holding him tight as his seed continued to spurt up inside. ?Fuuuck? said Tam, out of breath and flushed, still holding Andy?s trembling body. Andy pushed back and slowly stood up, looking at him in the mirror, Tam was still wrapped around his body, then he felt Tam?s cock gently slip out as both men stood up vertically. Tam turned Andy?s head around and kissed him deeply on the mouth. ?Keep the kilt son? he said, then left the changing room, leaving Andy hot, exhausted and tired, with Tam?s sticky white seed slowly dripping down the back of his legs. Andy closed his eyes. He was already planning on returning for a different tartan tomorrow.
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