And we are basically just chilling. Scott is liking the movie and Meg is enjoying it as well. The guys all like them. The studio sends out some PR people. Our story negotiations are on-going, so we can’t mention them. But the PR guys are all over the unusual nature of our arrangements. They’ve decided to create a roll for Meg. A slightly older sister for Vince? Or an old flame? And they want Scott to be in it. He’s going to be Vince’s rival. He got a concussion and his parents pulled him from football. He ran the team seven years ago, and was the team captain. And he gets some good lines. Apparently it’s easy to edit him in. And I make them let me get a boner next to Scott in the shower. And then he goes and fucks Meg. Even though she is his replacement’s sister. Everyone is happy.
And I get to the Four Seasons for a contract meeting and there is this fucking HOT dude. In. A. FUCKING. Kilt. Talking to Brett. You can see his calves in his socks. Massive. I. Love. Calves. FUCK. And his ass is mammoth. Total rugby/soccer/football/weightlifter/god. FUCK. You can’t make this up. His hair is luscious. Long and lockey. And he handles himself, legs apart, like a man. Hands on the podium. All fucking man. And Brett says something to him and my kilt fantasy turns to me. Holly fucking shit-stick on bun. FUUUUCK. Like, gorgeous. HOT. Smooth skin, shadow of stubble, nice, evenly spaced eyes and intelligence behind them. He knows he’s hot. He knows the effect he is having on me, and he is enjoying it. Fuck.
“Mr. Cummings, Mr. McGreggor was just asking about you” and I can move my feet. And I look at Brett. What would kilt hottie want with me. I want to suck the cum out of his balls, but what would be want with me? And yes, Bob and Caleb and me and Scott – gobsmacked. I got nothing. Stud puts out his hand and I look at it. Palm up. Ah, that’s nice. Nails decently trimmed. I decide it’s a man’s hand. And he’s standing there.
“Mr. Cummings, you might want to shake Mr. McGreggor’s hand. It is expected” and I look at Brett. And back at the hand. And I put my hand out. WOW. Soft yet hard. Calloused yet smooth. Warm, yet dry. And I look from his hand up to his eyes. And he is fucking smiling with his eyes. “You, must be Ethan” and I look at him. And his chest and his scent. And Fuck. How do they make them like that. Fuck. And my hand is still in his and I lift it up and kiss his hand. And I let it go. And I stand there. Fuck.
“Mr. McGreggor, your luggage has been moved up to your suite. I’m happy to show you the way, but Mr. Cummings is very familiar with the hotel and he can do so if you’d prefer. “That’ll be just fine, and he passes some cash to Brett” as he is all eyes to me.
And Brett gives me the suite number and floor and I manage to walk him to the elevator and we pass the Men’s Room and Gus, that’s his name. Gus McGreggor. Has anything ever been so sexy? And look at those legs. And he’s like “I need to piss, piss with me” and I look at him and I’m back to slow-motion. He. Wants. To. Piss. With. Me. And I love him and he walks in and they have a divider and he lifts his kilts and pees. I just stand at the next one. “C’mon, man, whip it out. I’m fucking writing your life story, I need to experience it to get it right” and I unzip and take my chubby out and I pee, mostly up and he looks over at me. “Spectacular cock you have, mate” and he’s peeing and his kilt is up and I look over. FUCK. Should NOT have done that. I get an immediate erection, piss stops and dribbles down on me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“C’mon, man, you like me dick? And he waves it at me. FUCK. 7” at least. SOLID. Wide, fucking uncut cock. Flaccid. He reminds me of Hamish, wide, but way LONGER. Fuck. And I am actually having trouble breathing. “You like it, man, guy rule #23, you gotta say something nice.” And it’s all I can do to stand up. Fuck. And I just turn and walk out. I managed to put my cock away. I think. And I walk home. Piss wet spot and all.
And I some-how get in, Vince is out and I sit on the couch. What just happened? Fuck. And I just go to the shower, grab some gel, and jerk off. And then I go for a walk. Fuck.
And I get to the Four Seasons for a contract meeting and there is this fucking HOT dude. In. A. FUCKING. Kilt. Talking to Brett. You can see his calves in his socks. Massive. I. Love. Calves. FUCK. And his ass is mammoth. Total rugby/soccer/football/weightlifter/god. FUCK. You can’t make this up. His hair is luscious. Long and lockey. And he handles himself, legs apart, like a man. Hands on the podium. All fucking man. And Brett says something to him and my kilt fantasy turns to me. Holly fucking shit-stick on bun. FUUUUCK. Like, gorgeous. HOT. Smooth skin, shadow of stubble, nice, evenly spaced eyes and intelligence behind them. He knows he’s hot. He knows the effect he is having on me, and he is enjoying it. Fuck.
“Mr. Cummings, Mr. McGreggor was just asking about you” and I can move my feet. And I look at Brett. What would kilt hottie want with me. I want to suck the cum out of his balls, but what would be want with me? And yes, Bob and Caleb and me and Scott – gobsmacked. I got nothing. Stud puts out his hand and I look at it. Palm up. Ah, that’s nice. Nails decently trimmed. I decide it’s a man’s hand. And he’s standing there.
“Mr. Cummings, you might want to shake Mr. McGreggor’s hand. It is expected” and I look at Brett. And back at the hand. And I put my hand out. WOW. Soft yet hard. Calloused yet smooth. Warm, yet dry. And I look from his hand up to his eyes. And he is fucking smiling with his eyes. “You, must be Ethan” and I look at him. And his chest and his scent. And Fuck. How do they make them like that. Fuck. And my hand is still in his and I lift it up and kiss his hand. And I let it go. And I stand there. Fuck.
“Mr. McGreggor, your luggage has been moved up to your suite. I’m happy to show you the way, but Mr. Cummings is very familiar with the hotel and he can do so if you’d prefer. “That’ll be just fine, and he passes some cash to Brett” as he is all eyes to me.
And Brett gives me the suite number and floor and I manage to walk him to the elevator and we pass the Men’s Room and Gus, that’s his name. Gus McGreggor. Has anything ever been so sexy? And look at those legs. And he’s like “I need to piss, piss with me” and I look at him and I’m back to slow-motion. He. Wants. To. Piss. With. Me. And I love him and he walks in and they have a divider and he lifts his kilts and pees. I just stand at the next one. “C’mon, man, whip it out. I’m fucking writing your life story, I need to experience it to get it right” and I unzip and take my chubby out and I pee, mostly up and he looks over at me. “Spectacular cock you have, mate” and he’s peeing and his kilt is up and I look over. FUCK. Should NOT have done that. I get an immediate erection, piss stops and dribbles down on me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“C’mon, man, you like me dick? And he waves it at me. FUCK. 7” at least. SOLID. Wide, fucking uncut cock. Flaccid. He reminds me of Hamish, wide, but way LONGER. Fuck. And I am actually having trouble breathing. “You like it, man, guy rule #23, you gotta say something nice.” And it’s all I can do to stand up. Fuck. And I just turn and walk out. I managed to put my cock away. I think. And I walk home. Piss wet spot and all.
And I some-how get in, Vince is out and I sit on the couch. What just happened? Fuck. And I just go to the shower, grab some gel, and jerk off. And then I go for a walk. Fuck.