Book 1: Naughty Bellhop

Jon and Sam’s first trip to the Scottish Highlands commenced tomorrow commemorating their three-year Anniversary. The two hurriedly packed their bags while sharing a bottle of red wine.

“Oops! Almost forgot!” Jon exclaimed as he grabbed the lube from his bedside table.

“Yes sir, we’ll be needing that. Don’t forget the essentials Jon,” Sam joked.

Jon slipped lube into the bag. He imagined Sam bent over, kilt turned up revealing his firm ass. The lube spread over his pink hole waiting for his fingers and then his dick. Jon shook off the fantasy, reached into his pants and adjusted his softie. Sam continued to pack. Eager to visit the lands of his ancestors, he gulped down his wine. One step closer to sleep, to tomorrow, and finally Scotland. Sam’s paternal grandfather left Scotland in the late 18^th century and immigrated to North Carolina. He left much behind, but kept the family name of Dunlop.

The flight to Inverness spanned eight hours. For whatever reason, the jolting of the plane at take-off into cruising altitude produced a hard-on in Jon’s tight jeans. He looked around the plane’s hull. No one paid attention to them. He took Sam’s right hand and cupped it over his bulge and slid his palm downward to feel the head of his cock. Sam gazed at his partner’s left pant leg. He saw Jon’s dick snaking downward towards the knee. Sam unbuttoned his man’s jeans. No underwear, he thought. Hot. He began to stroke his cock, tugging at it as he wrapped his entire hand around it.

“I wish I could blow you right now,” he whispered into Jon’s ear.

A male flight attendant caught sight of the two passengers and slowly approached. He took stock of the cabin; most people were asleep or engaged with their devices. Sam removed his hand when he noticed the attendant stood over him. He shot an apologetic glance to the attendant as Jon began to zip up his pants. The attendant’s name tag read, “Don.” Don shook his head and signaled for Jon and Sam to continue. Don watched Sam return his hand to Jon’s cock. For transatlantic and other long-haul flights, Don wore his self-tailored navy pants. He had fashioned a hole into the left hand pocket, perfect for slipping his dick threw. He slid the head of his cut cock out of the pocket and leaned his crotch toward Sam. Sam cautiously lapped at Don’s cock with the tip of his tongue. It tasted sweet. As he worked his mouth around it, his hand pulled and massaged his husbands cock, now out of the jeans. Sam tasted sweet, precum as he put his lips on the attendant’s dick. Jon’s breathing sped and deepened. Sam quickly turned to him and caught the jizz in his mouth.

“Fuck!” Jon exclaimed under his breath as he pumped seven spurts of cum into Sam.

“Mmmm,” Sam hummed as he sucked out every bit.

After he finished polishing off Jon, Sam returned to the attendant. His hand vigorously slid up and down. His face blushed and Sam positioned his head beneath the jerking dick and opened his mouth wide, inviting Don’s cum in. Don’s ass tightened as his cock exploded into the passenger’s mouth. The thick cum landed on Sam’s tongue. Fuck. Yes. Sam thought as the flight attendant delivered his ecstasy.

The attendant took a labored breath before returning his prick to his pants. He winked, adjusted his vest and headed toward the front of the plane. He returned shortly with two glasses of champagne.

“Thank you for flying UK Air,” Don said.

“My pleasure,” Sam insisted.

“Cheers!” Jon agreed.

Sam turned to Jon a look of surprise in his eyes. The two men drank the champagne and napped the rest of the flight.

“Ladies and gentleman welcome to Inverness. We hope you enjoyed the flight and fly with UK Air in the future,” A voice overhead said.

The shuttle from the airport to the hotel provided breathtaking views of the Highlands. The landscape was a perfect Kelley green. They arrived at The Grand Highland Hotel and remarked on its beauty. The Hotel had once been a castle and most of the period charm remained intact. They dropped off their bags at the front desk, as it was too early for checking and spent the rest of the day seeing the sights of the ancient town.

The bellhop who took their bags was a young, strapping man named Paul. He worked for the hotel a couple of years and the lifting and carrying tourists’ luggage resulted in a fit physique. His arms were large, muscular limbs. He took notice of the handsome couple as he took their bags and hoped he would still be on-shift when they returned. It was a slow day and boredom overtook Paul. He looked around the desk and fiddled with papers, but his mind kept returning to the young American couple. He wondered who the top was and who bottomed. When would they be back? Ever since college, he had been bi-curious, but never worked up the courage to act on it. Their luggage caught the corner of his eye. He gazed at the bags and then turned forward. An itch overcame him and he decided to take a peek into Jon’s bag. Looking never hurt anyone, the bellhop thought. In the front compartment of the case, he found a black bottle with a pump on the top. “Glide-Well” it said. Fun. His dick firmed in his pants as he read the bottle’s salacious instructions.

Paul took the lube back to his seat and slid the chair beneath the front desk, shielding his crotch from sight. He could feel his pulse in his cock as it throbbed against his smooth thigh. He pumped a squirt of the lube into his left palm and slid his wet hand down his pants. He licked his lips as he worked the slippery gel over his nine-inch cock. It soaked the front of his boxer-briefs. The more he rubbed, the warmer the lube got and the thicker he got. I bet these guys use a lot of this shit. It feels incredible. He closed his eyes and imagined fucking Sam’s ass. He would spread his ass-cheeks for me; beg to be fucked by me.

“You okay?” a voice asked.

“Fuck!” Paul exclaimed, startled. He nearly came.

“What?”

“Sorry sir!” Paul excused himself as he wiped his hand dry on his pants. “I’m sorry I must’ve dosed off,” he said.