I sat up. The pressure of his strong young body against my stomach now found my own erect cock, oozing pre-cum juices again and desperate to be relieved. I awoke to sunlight streaming into an empty barn. It was all rather eerie and I ate my wholesome Scottish farmhouse dinner alone and in an awkward silence, while the locals continued their conversation in murmurs of Gaelic, interrupted by the occasional burst of laughter and a glance in my direction – which just made me feel even more uncomfortable. He raised the glass to his lips. There was little else I could do in the dark, with no first aid kit. And in view of what happened last time, my mind was alive to the possibilities the night might have in store. As I dozed, I became conscious of the figure of a kilted young man half-sitting on the arm of the sofa next to me.
