Meeting Two Teenage Lads at Threave Castle

Last summer I was on holiday in the south west of Scotland. On a fine sunny morning I decided to visit Threave Castle. To get there you have to walk about three quarters of a mile from the car park down a path and wait to be ferried across the small river to the island where the castle lies.

As I wandered around the castle, enjoying the feel of all its history, I on several occasions noticed a couple of lads of about 18 exploring the place as well. One was dark-haired and wearing a top and chinos. The other was a little taller, fair-haired and wearing a blue tracksuit top and white tracksuit bottoms.

I was trying not to look too much as there were other people around and I didn't want to be too obvious, although I did notice that they both had friendly-looking faces and nice arses.

Eventually I finished my exploration, sat in the sun for a while and then caught the ferry back. I walked up the path not thinking about anything much. After a bit I realised that I was catching up with two people and it dawned on me that it was the two lads from the castle. I adjusted my speed so I was walking behind them, but not too close. If nothing else I was going to admire their gorgeous backsides as I walked along.

Having adopted a reasonably close distance, I became aware of the fact that you could see the briefs that the teenage boy in white tracksuit bottoms was wearing. Obviously the material was translucent enough - I could see him wearing dark blue briefs.

This was becoming a very enjoyable walk, although I did notice that one or the other of them occasionally glanced over their shoulder. As I was not sure whether they were gay, and as there were two of them, I looked away whenever this happened. After the third glance, I slowed a little to put some distance between us.

They rounded a bend in the path and disappeared out of sight. I didn't hurry but kept a reasonable pace so as not to lose them altogether. When I turned the corner, they weren't there. I stopped, nonplussed. The path was straight enough from here that I should have been able to see them. No way could they have run fast enough to vanish.

I leaned against the fence for a moment, wondering where they had got to, when they suddenly appeared from a gap further down the fence. They both grabbed an arm and pulled me through the gap into the woods beyond. Initially I was too shocked to resist, but after a moment I tried to pull back. They stopped.

"Look, we don't want to hurt you," said the dark-haired one. "Just come a bit further with us."

I looked at them and decided that they probably weren't going to beat me up. I followed, until we found ourselves in a natural opening in the woods. It looked like nobody would be able to see us here.

"I'm Simon," said the dark-haired lad. "And he's Tom."

"Luke," I replied, "But what's this all about?"

"Well," said Simon, "We both noticed how much attention you were paying to us, right from when we first saw you in the castle. And we both thought you were quite good-looking too."

My jaw dropped. So these lads were gay.

"And," continued Simon, "you seem to have had a right eyeful on our little walk."

"Like my choice of underwear?" grinned Tom knowingly.

I didn't know what to say.

"Would you like a closer look?" he continued.

I nodded. He turned and I walked closer to him, admiring his dark underwear and the buttocks it framed. Tentatively, I reached out and rang an admiring hand over his backside. He shivered.

"Don't stop there," said Simon. "Bet you'd like to get your face in there."

I dropped to my knees and planted kisses on Tom's backside. Again I felt him shiver and this time he groaned quietly. I held his hips while I licked and kissed his backside through the smooth white material. Then I eased his trousers down and continued my caress of his arse through his briefs. Soon, even this wasn't enough and I hooked my fingers into his briefs and pulled them down. I explored the smooth flesh of his arse with my lips and tongue, and then thrust my nose and my tongue deep into his arse crack. He obligingly bent forward a little, leaning against a tree to allow me easier entry.

I toyed with his pucker with my tongue, delighting in hearing his continued groans. Then I thrust my stiff tongue inside and began to tongue fuck him with short jabs. He was trembling even more now.

I withdrew my tongue and gently turned him round. I found his cock only too ready to be serviced, but began my slowly tongue washing his balls and the area below them. All the time I held and knead his wonderful backside.

I stopped and turned to Simon who was rubbing his hand over his cock as he watched this all.

"Come and join in," I smiled. "I can share myself between the two of you."

"I've got a better idea," he countered, "I'd like to fuck you while you're blowing Tom."

Wow. My greatest fantasy coming true here in the woods, and all because I had been admiring these two lads' arses.

"Sure," I replied. I moved onto hands and knees, pointing my arse invitingly towards Simon. As I completed Tom's tongue bath, I felt my trousers and then my boxer shorts being pulled down so my arse was exposed for him.

I moved my head slightly and brought Tom's length (I would say about 7 inches of it) into my mouth. His skin was soft and succulent and I began to lick and nibble softly on it, starting at the base and working my way slowly towards the tip. I could trace his veins as his cock continued to grow. Each one I stopped and explored.

I felt lube being spread on my arse and then inside as one, two, three of Simon's fingers slowly entered my arse, taking their time and giving me a chance to adjust. I jumped slightly as he found my prostrate and had to concentrate hard not to clamp my teeth together on Tom's gorgeous cock.

As I continued to lick and kiss and nibble, I felt Simon's fingers removed and his condomed cockhead pressing against my arsehole. It was big, but not unmanageable so, and he took his time in pushing forward.

I was in heaven with a juicy cock in my mouth and another in my arse.

Simon began to develop a faster and faster rhythm as he began to fuck my arse. I increased the pressure and rhythm of my tongue on Tom's cock. Seconds later, moaning wildly, he came in huge bursts of spunk into my mouth. Scarcely any time after this, I felt Simon coming too. I felt like a real used slut - and I felt fantastic!

As I cleaned up the tip of Tom's cock, I felt Simon slowly withdrawing. I finally let Tom go and we all collapsed, breathing heavily. Simon crawled over to Tom and whispered something in his ear. Tom grinned.

"We've got one last favour to ask of you," announced Simon.

I looked at them blankly.

"I think you've had a good view of our arses, especially mine," joined in Tom, "and we'd like to have the same opportunity."

"I can walk back in front of you if you want," I offered.

"Well... we'd like that, but we'd like a little extra, wouldn't we, Tom?"

Tom nodded. "I'd like to see you modelling my briefs and trackies on your arse."

I was a little stunned for a moment, and then thought, why not? I've had some pleasure from watching his underwear-clad arse, as well as some great sex. I nodded.

Tom handed me his briefs and tracksuit bottoms. I handed him my boxers and trousers. We all got dressed and organised.

"Shall we begin?" I asked, with a grin.

I lead the way out of the copse. We walked back in silence, me occasionally checking to see they were following.

Eventually we arrived back at the car park. I looked over my shoulder to make one last comment and arrange to swap clothes back. Tom and Simon were again nowhere in sight. I stood for some time watching but they did not reappear.

I didn't feel too bad about that - I'd had a great time with them.

I still have those briefs and those tracksuit bottoms. Sometimes I even put them on to remind myself of that wonderful afternoon near Threave castle.

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written by lukeharp