1. Deryk (2) - If Kilts Are Your Thing.......


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Domination/submission, Extreme, Gay, Hardcore, Monster, Violence, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    of his neck, his hands found mine aside the pillow and he grasped them, gripping them in loving thanks. We both fell into deep and satisfying sleep; the sleep of the innocent? Perhaps. When I awoke the next morning, there was no sign of him; his boots and socks, the X-Men tee-shirt, Arran sweater and the kilt, were all gone. “Just like last time,” I cursed to myself. I showered, dressed and went down to breakfast. After last night’s exertions, I was ravenous and “Mrs Danvers” served me a full cooked breakfast in her characteristically quiet and efficient manner. I wanted to ask where he was but I had realised that I didn’t actually know that he was staying in the hotel; I had only assumed it and as I didn’t want to embarrass myself, I said nothing. Thinking that Deryk might turn up again, I hung around for a while near the hotel but eventually gave up and decided to drive on up to the “Old Man of Storr” car park, as per my plan. In fact, I thought I might still stand a chance of seeing him there but I didn’t. I made the short trek up through the wood and on to the area known as “The Sanctuary”, where a number of rocky volcanic plugs stand majestically and somewhat mystically in the almost lunar landscape. “The Old Man of Storr” is the biggest and most impressive of them all. I had been taking lots of pictures in the morning light but the weather deteriorated towards midday, so I went back to the hotel for a late lunch. However, the dining room wasn’t open and “Mrs Danvers” ...
    wasn’t around but an older guy was behind the bar – probably “Mr Danvers” – and he served me a Scotch and a micro-waved pastie with rather less finesse than his forbidding wife! While I sat with my drink in the corner eating my lunch, three young guys came in and sat at the bar. They were some of the same guys I had seen the night before and, as last night, they were joking and sniggering about something. As I looked in their direction, I noticed one of them was proudly showing the others a medallion of some sort and my stomach suddenly turned over when I realised what it was. It was Deryk’s Celtic Talisman! I was now worried and I desperately tried to hear what they were saying. Unlike last night, they were talking in English; not that it did me much good because their dialects were so strong that I still couldn’t catch much – except the word “Storr”. Now I really was worried and I resolved to go out to find the path Deryk had said he was intending to follow to reach the ridge. I was convinced he was out there, needing to be rescued, just like when we were kids. With some difficulty, I eventually found the other path some way south of the car park and leading up from the road. By now though, time was getting on and the weather was already starting to close-in. It was grey and cold and the first spots of rain were falling. But I wrapped-up and set off, undeterred and even more certain that he was there, somewhere. I traced the path, noting the landmarks from the description he ...
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