Jack was walking. Nothing in particular was on his mind in particular otehr then getting home, doffing his clothes and laying on his bed thinking of certain Soccer Stars from England or the guys he had seen on pornos at the sex shop the past weekend.
His cock was hardening as he got closer to his apartment as if it knew taht blood would soon enlarge it and sperm would be rushing trhough it to splatter his body wherever it landed.
He approached St. Vincent's and slowed to see what the crowd out front were doing. There was always a show of some kind there. Weddings, funerals, special masses and the peolpe were dressed in everything from surfer casual to bright near blinding colorful gowns and tuxedos.
"Another wedding" he thought "something I'll never have" he sighed wondering if he'd ever find a special partner and if they'd want some kind of committment ceremony.
As he watched the chiffon gown adorned little girls with ribbons in their hair and the outlandishly purple sashed maids of honor, his eyes spied someth9ng unusual.
Several tall, youth looking men were in costumed too. Instead of the usually seen array of tuxedos they were dressed in black waist coats, with plaid shashes. The plaid continued below in their below the waist wardrobe of kilts with white knee socks and black patent leather shoes.
What riveted his eyes wasn't the unusual garb but the sex appeal he felt watching the men. Some had beard growth, others were smooth cheeked. Most were smiling or laughing and seemingly not embarassed at wearing a skirt.
"Family tradition I guess" Jack said to nobody since there wasn't anyone nearby anyway. He adjusted his button down shirt and khaiki trousers and crossed the street. He didn't realy know what he intended on doing.
He just wanted closer look. As Jack walked his eyes rested on each one of the men evaluating them, looking for wedding rings, wondering what most people wonder about men in kilts.
The kilts themselves were normally loose fitting so there were no sexy bulges or rounded buttocks to evaluate.
He laughed at himself.
"Bride or Groom" the question was asked. Jack realized he was standing at the back of the church now.
A kilt wearing usher smiled at him. The man was actually a boy. His smooth face pimpled somewhat.
Jack wajted tp ask him his age as well as if he wore anything under his kilt.
"Groom" Jack answered instead hoping the men he was examing were all griends of the groom.
He sat in the back of the church able to see the squads of kilt wearing youths usher guests here and there, watch the tall slightly older kilted men he had seen earlier enter and take their position at the front of the church and then look around him in the pews.
Indeed older kilted men dotted throughout the chiuch on both sides of the aisles.
The bride wore a typical billowing white wedding gown but with a plaid sash. She paraeded down the aisle and the ceremony that would place gold rings on her finger and the finger of her very handsome kilted groom began.
Jack stood by the back pew as the wedding party left and then the crowd. His eyes met those of some of the men he saw. One or two smiled and he wondered if his gaydar was working..or perhaps theirs was.
The usher he had seen earlier was picking up discarded wedding programs and smiled as he moved towards the back.
"Don't you want to see them go?" He asked looking out the door "Oh sorry too late" he shrugged.
"Got a couple of questions to ask you" Jack said. "First is the bride and groom both scottish?"
The young man started to asnwer interupted by Jack as he stoo a step closer to whisper
'And are you wearing anything under there?" Jack smiled his most seductive smile.
The young man paused then smiled in return. He waved his finger in a "follow me" signal and led Jack to a room in the corrner.
"Both families are of scottish heritage" he began "as for your other question, find out for yourself" his eyes twinkled like Chrismast lights.
Jack bent forward and kissed the youth. He dropped teh collected programs as his arms surrounded Jack. Their toungues explored each other.
And Jack's hands moved to the lower edge of the kilt and moved underneath.
The boy wore nothing under the kilt. A traditional Scottish way of wearing them Jack knew based on seeing Braveheart and a few other internet photos.
The boy was hard, his curved erection bouncing in anticipation of Jac's touch. Jack knelt and filled his mouth wiht the boys Scottish heritage manly appendage. The boy's hands moved to Jack's shirt unbuttoning it and feelign his smooth chest.
Jack licked the kids hairless balls and wondered if they were hairless because of the boys age, his natural hairless status or if he shaved them. Jack shaved his own balls so he preferred to think that was the reason.
The boy's fingers found Jack's nipples and pulled them which excited Jack all the moreso. Jack gobbled the cock letting it bang against the back of his throatn and eventually go further thanks to Jack's learned deep throating skills.
"Shit" the kilted lad yelled outloud the only signal to Jack the cock was cumming. The cock was deep in his throat.spurting it's sperm down into Jack's stomach.
Jack pulled the cock out of his throat, able to breath again. He panted and licked the tip savoring the taste hhis deep throating had prevented him from having earlier.
"Nice" he said smiling.
"Me" The lad said as he knelt holding his kilt up so he could jack his softening cock. Jack stood and unzipped his fly letting the former usher transition to his role as cocksucker. Jack played with the boys head and ears.
His cock was being worshipped. There was no other way to describe the way the guy was licking hs cock, toungue traveling up the sides over the head and down th eside again. He lapped it like an ice cream cone next as if he were epecting to savor some unique taste.
Jack slid his hand down the guys opened dhirt finding chest hair on his way to locatng the nipples he sought. Jack knew the buy looked younger then he was. The fur on his chest suggested the guy was old enough.
Jack sucked in air as his cock now was surrounded by the usher's lips...slowly suckign in the meat.
Almost simultaneously Jack's fingers found the nipples he wanted to touch. Each was imbedded with a metal ring. Jack toyed with them and heard gutteral sounds coming from the guys throat which vibrated his cock.
It was a new sensation and Jack wanted more. He turned the rings, tugged on them, harder and harder and the throat vibrations mixed with the warm berth his cock had round making Jack want to cum contniuously for hours.
Unfortunately that fantasy never becomes real and Jack's body pumped stream after stream into the ushers mouth and he grunted with each swallow.
"Wow" the guy said as he stood. Jack looked down to see the wet spot on the church rug realizing the guy had masturbated a second load of his own in the process.
They looked at each other with cum moistened lips for what seemed like minutes rather then the brief second it took for them to kiss again.
"That answer your question?" the smiling youthful faced usher asked.
"Most of them" Jack said.
It was six month later Jack lay in his bed looking at the bare back that lay beside him. His hands traced the skin of the shoulders and backbone that curved nicely ending between two round smooth mounds he had buried his cock between the night before.
He wondered if Ian would want a ceremony and if he's have to wear kilts as Ian had worn that day at the church he unexpectedly visited.
And Jack already knew what Ian would be wearing under his Kilts. Jack would do the same he knew.