A Scottish couple was walking across the meadows. The girl looked at the guy and shyly asked, "Would you like to hold my hand?"
"Uh...well yes." the boy said, "But how did you know?"
She said, "By the gleam in your eye."
They walked a little further and the girl said, "Would you like to kiss me?"
"Oh, my yes!" replied the boy, "But how did you know?"
She said, "By the gleam in your eye."
As they got to the stream, they sat on a stump, the girl looked at the boy and asked, "Would you like to make love to me?"
"Well, oh, my gosh, yes! (gulp) Yes! But how did you know? By the gleam in my eye?"
"No," replied the girl, "by the TILT IN YOUR KILT.
A Scottish couple was walking across the meadows. The girl looked at the guy and shyly asked, "Would you like to hold my hand?"
"Uh...well yes." the boy said, "But how did you know?"
She said, "By the gleam in your eye."
They walked a little further and the girl said, "Would you like to kiss me?"
"Oh, my yes!" replied the boy, "But how did you know?"
She said, "By the gleam in your eye."
As they got to the stream, they sat on a stump, the girl looked at the boy and asked, "Would you like to make love to me?"
"Well, oh, my gosh, yes! (gulp) Yes! But how did you know? By the gleam in my eye?"
"No," replied the girl, "by the TILT IN YOUR KILT.
I was at a wedding in England and got drinking with these two lads about my own age. Being a Scot, I was wearing the kilt - it's kind of traditional at weddings.
The guys seemed very intrigued about the kilt and, eventually, one of them said. "So mate, is it true you wear nothing under the kilt?"
"Nothing is worn under my kilt," I replied. "It's all in perfect working order." It may be the oldest joke in the book, but it seemed to go down well.
They seemed even more fascinated. I suppose I did encourage them, just by flexing my knees occasionally to give them a glimpse of thigh. They were sexy lads, so I wanted to keep them interested.
The bride and groom went, the band stopped playing and everyone dispersed. "Where are you staying mate?," one of the guys asked. "I've got a room here," I replied and was about to invite the guys to the room, when he said: "I live just round the corner, fancy joining us for a drink? My name's Paul and this is Mike, by the way"
"Sure," I replied and headed off with them. We got to Paul's house. Small, but nice. Kinda like Paul, I thought.
Paul and Mike headed into the bedroom to change out of their suits. Looking more relaxed in jeans, they fixed drinks and Paul suggested we go up to the attic room. “I’ve got it set up as my games den, it’s really cool,” he explained.
It was an attic room with one of these loft ladders, which he pulled down and waved a hand to invite me to go first. I think I detected a smirk on the two faces as he did so!
The thought of these two sexy guys getting a full view of my tackle was a real turn on, so with my cock boning rapidly. I stepped forward and started to climb up, aware that the stiffening cock and balls were in full view. I glanced down and saw two pairs of eyes staring intently! My cock started throbbing with excitement at the attention it was getting.
When I got to the top of the ladder, I made sure to stand close to the hatch. My new friends climbed up and each made a show of lifting my kilt as they passed. I don’t think it was my imagination that the bulges in their jeans were now considerably larger.
I sat on the floor, trying to show enough, but not too much. After a few more drinks, Paul said. "I'd like to wear a kilt."
"Sure," I replied. "But you have to wear it properly!, “ I said lifting the kilt to reveal what I meant. At this,, Paul and Mike both started unbuckling and unzipping to let their jeans fall to the floor.
This was really hot.
They both stood there, naked from the waist down with a hardening dicks. Paul beckoned for the kilt. I dutifully removed it. As I helped Paul on with the kilt, Mike was starting to play with his cock.
Paul looked handsome in the kilt and posed for a couple of pics. Then it was Mike’s turn.
"I need a wank," Paul said. "I'm really horny." This seemed to be a signal because Mike walked over and started to unbutton Paul\s shirt. Now he was naked.
It wasn’t long before we were all naked and wanking. Needless to say I never made it back to the hotel that night. I did get some strange looks when I went back the next morning in full Highland Dress!
I was at a wedding in England and got drinking with these two lads about my own age. Being a Scot, I was wearing the kilt - it's kind of traditional at weddings.
The guys seemed very intrigued about the kilt and, eventually, one of them said. "So mate, is it true you wear nothing under the kilt?"
"Nothing is worn under my kilt," I replied. "It's all in perfect working order." It may be the oldest joke in the book, but it seemed to go down well.
They seemed even more fascinated. I suppose I did encourage them, just by flexing my knees occasionally to give them a glimpse of thigh. They were sexy lads, so I wanted to keep them interested.
The bride and groom went, the band stopped playing and everyone dispersed. "Where are you staying mate?," one of the guys asked. "I've got a room here," I replied and was about to invite the guys to the room, when he said: "I live just round the corner, fancy joining us for a drink? My name's Paul and this is Mike, by the way"
"Sure," I replied and headed off with them. We got to Paul's house. Small, but nice. Kinda like Paul, I thought.
Paul and Mike headed into the bedroom to change out of their suits. Looking more relaxed in jeans, they fixed drinks and Paul suggested we go up to the attic room. “I’ve got it set up as my games den, it’s really cool,” he explained.
It was an attic room with one of these loft ladders, which he pulled down and waved a hand to invite me to go first. I think I detected a smirk on the two faces as he did so!
The thought of these two sexy guys getting a full view of my tackle was a real turn on, so with my cock boning rapidly. I stepped forward and started to climb up, aware that the stiffening cock and balls were in full view. I glanced down and saw two pairs of eyes staring intently! My cock started throbbing with excitement at the attention it was getting.
When I got to the top of the ladder, I made sure to stand close to the hatch. My new friends climbed up and each made a show of lifting my kilt as they passed. I don’t think it was my imagination that the bulges in their jeans were now considerably larger.
I sat on the floor, trying to show enough, but not too much. After a few more drinks, Paul said. "I'd like to wear a kilt."
"Sure," I replied. "But you have to wear it properly!, “ I said lifting the kilt to reveal what I meant. At this,, Paul and Mike both started unbuckling and unzipping to let their jeans fall to the floor.
This was really hot.
They both stood there, naked from the waist down with a hardening dicks. Paul beckoned for the kilt. I dutifully removed it. As I helped Paul on with the kilt, Mike was starting to play with his cock.
Paul looked handsome in the kilt and posed for a couple of pics. Then it was Mike’s turn.
"I need a wank," Paul said. "I'm really horny." This seemed to be a signal because Mike walked over and started to unbutton Paul\s shirt. Now he was naked.
It wasn’t long before we were all naked and wanking. Needless to say I never made it back to the hotel that night. I did get some strange looks when I went back the next morning in full Highland Dress!
But it was a wedding to remember. Great thing the kilt!
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