Highlands
After some initial fun and sightseeing in Edinburgh on our first day in Scotland, we were up early the following morning, packed into the rental car, and on our way north into the highlands. Our destination was a remote coastal village far off the beaten path. Along the way we stopped at many of the more popular sites, enjoying the old castles, quaint towns, and beautiful lochs.
The village had no hotels and only a single listing on a gay home-stay site; part of what attracted us to this tiny town. The single listing was a farmhouse, just outside of village, on a large estate that preserved a large portion of land in a wild state in addition to having an organic farm, orchard, creek, sheep, and highland cattle. Pulling into the drive, we were not disappointed by the beautiful natural and agricultural surroundings.
We were even less disappointed when our host came out of his home to greet us. He was shirtless, his body showing ripped muscles from heavy farm work and a nice coating of reddish hair spread over his chest that tapered down his abs to disappear under his kilt. He had a full reddish beard, kept trimmed, and a kind, hardened face. His legs below the kilt were strong, the muscle coated in reddish hair, his lower legs clad in the tall socks and sturdy boots that compliment the kilt.
“Hiya lads,” he boomed as he bounced down the steps to the drive. “Great to see ya. Arjun, I assume,” he said, extending his hand as Arjun nodded his head, shaking Arjun’s and pulling him into a full, tight hug.
“And Grant,” he said, skipping the handshake and pulling me directly into a bear hug. I was in heaven, feeling his hard muscles squeezing me and his chest hair tickling my skin.
“What a greeting,” I exclaimed, squeezing him back, my own muscled body flexing. “And you must be Callum.”
“Aye lad. Callum. And that was a bit of Scottish hospitality,” he said releasing the hug. “Or at least my version of it,” he added, giving us a wink. “Right,” he continued. “I’ll show ye to yer room.” He grabbed both of our bags and bounced back up the stairs and into the house. His muscled butt gave the pleats of his kilt a nice curvature.
“Holy fuck,” Arjun whispered to me, following him into the house.
“I know,” I mouthed back, grinning and raising my eyebrows.
“This’ll be you,” he said, placing our bags in the room. “Private bathroom is just there,” he said pointing to a doorway, “And closet is on the opposite side,” he pivoted, still pointing. “Right, well I’ve got dinner set out downstairs for ye. Unfortunately, I won’t be joining you, I’ve got some work to attend to before tonight. After dinner, get freshened up because there’s an event I’m taking ye to.”
Without waiting for a response, he clapped us on the shoulders and bounded out of the house.
“He’s got to be family,” I said to Arjun, hearing the door close behind Callum. “Running a gay home stay by himself.”
“And that body, and hug! I sure hope we’re right,” Arjun said. “Fucking hot!”
We settled into the room, ate dinner – which was delicious, showered, all the while talking about Callum and this mystery event he would be taking us to.
Toweling off after our shower; Callum came back into the house. Our bathrooms must back up to each other because he heard his shower turn on. And not long after, he heard Callum moaning – suck my cock lad, yeah eat my ass, oh yeah ride that dick, fuck me harder – follow by a loud grunting moan. His shower switched off.
Arjun and I were grinning ear to ear and chubbed.
“He better have been fantasizing about telling us those things,” I said.
Arjun laughed and nodded his head in agreement.
We started to get dressed when a knock rapped on our door. “Don’t want to press in,” Callum said from the other side.
“No worries,” I called back, still wearing only a jockstrap with Arjun in a sport brief, “We’re all men here.”
Callum burst into the room, drinking in the view of both of us, but said nothing about it.
“Right. Once you’re dressed, we’re off for the evening. An annual sundown ceremony. All the men in the area will be there.”
We finished dressing quickly and Callum whisked us into his truck, down the road, and off into the mountainy, craggily wilderness.
It was a cool night, but dry and with a full moon.
When pressed, Callum remained scant on the details of the ceremony but reiterated that it was only men. While the village near the farmhouse was small, there were several small villages in the area and all the men who could travel would attend.
There were over two dozen vehicles parked in a flat field with a gravel path leading higher up. Rocky crags and spires formed along the path as we hiked a short distance. A tall spike of a rock loomed into view and had the distinct shape of an uncut penis.
Arjun and I smiled at each other, like teen boys making a silly dick joke.
“There it is lads,” Callum said with a grand gesture, a hint of awe in his voice. “We call this the god phallus.”
There were a few fires lit a short distance from the base of the rock and dozens of men milled about.
As we approached, even though we were still at a distance, we noticed that all the men were naked and each one was fully erect.
“This lads,” Callum said, turning to us as he stripped his shirt off over his head. “Is the annual libido ceremony.”
He went on to explain, as more of his clothing came off, starting with his shoes, that the god phallus has been worshiped for millennia, imbuing men with a strong libido for the year to come and acting as an important bond between the men of the local community. The ceremony always occurs on the night before the longest day of the year. “Any man who is in the area is invited to join in the ceremony,” he said, eyeing our clothes. “Naked.”
Arjun and I quickly began to strip off, our dicks already stirring, excited to participate and charge our libido for the next year.
Callum loosened his kilt and both of us caught our breath as it dropped to his ankles revealing a 6inch uncut chubbed dick – his glans just peeking beyond the foreskin, large low hanging testicles, framed by a healthy fiery red bush. Even in the light of the moon and fires, his bush shone bright red.
Both of our dicks filled with more blood at the sight.
Callum eyed our impressive packages and quirked a smile, his own member swelling further.
We left our clothes neatly piled on a bench that seemed purposefully placed for that reason. There was little space left with all the other clothes piles from the men who’d arrived before us.
“Come along then,” he said, turning, his muscled, meaty ass flexing and covered in light reddish hair.
Walking alongside him toward the stone phallus, he arced his neck back to view our butts. “Nice to see another man with a hairy ass,” he said, winking at me.
“Likewise,” I said, pointedly looking over my shoulder at his ass again.
Pulse.
The three of us halted for a split-second mid-step. We passed through what felt like an energy wave. Our bodies tensed, backs arced, limbs tightened, and then everything relaxed. Our dicks instantly, almost painfully, erect.
“Just follow everyone’s lead,” Callum said, his 8inch dick throbbing, greeting all the men and introducing us. Adults of all ages were present and everyone close enough to the phallus was just as hard as us. A few men just arriving, stripped off, approached, tensed, relaxed, and became rock hard.
Some cue Arjun and I were ignorant off must have passed because all the men simultaneously turned to face the stone phallus, hummed a tune, and slowly shuffled, approaching the rock.
Arjun and I shuffled with them. It was a tall rock, but also girthy, with plenty of space had there been more men.
We had gotten separated from Callum, but we could see him a few men over.
As we approached, we felt heat radiating from the stone. It also seemed to be pumping, like an actual erection, as though blood were beating inside the stone. More importantly than the warmth, a calming aura filled the air, also seemingly radiating from the stone phallus.
All the men stopped just at the edge of the stone phallus, placed one hand on the stone and their other on their own rock hard dick.
Pulse.
We all tensed again and relaxed. The energy wave hit us harder this time but completely pleasantly, super charging our loins and tingling our bodies. Precum shot from our dicks and dripped down the stone.
The stone was warm to the touch and felt alive, surprisingly like a real dick.
A chorus of involuntary moans rose around the rock, including Arjun and me, as energy from the phallus continued to pulse through our bodies, like we were conduits for whatever energy it possessed.
Deep pleasure and sexual energy bubbled up inside of us. Our dicks were now painfully hard.
We were all intensely jacking off, one hand firmly planted on the stone, the other furiously beating our dicks. It felt as though the stone had taken over and we were all driven to cum.
It was just our dick and the stone.
Pulse.
Then it was just the stone. It was as though we were jacking off the stone phallus.
The pleasure was overwhelming.
A loud chorus of moaning men filled the otherwise still night air.
Pulse.
All of us groaned in unison, a deep booming moan that echoed around the space and a new wave of pleasure washed over us.
PULSE.
I had the distinct feeling that the stone was alive, throbbing along with us.
Swelling as we swelled.
Pumping as we began to pump.
“AAAAHHHHHHHHH,” we yelled in unison, a few dozen heads were thrown back at the height of ecstasy, bellowing our pleasure into the night, our cum exploding from our painfully erect cocks and plastering the base of the stone.
Jet after jet of cum from dozens of men hit the stone and dripped down it. The stone shone and reverberated, the cum somehow soaking into the rock.
Pulse.
As one, as if waking after a nocturnal emission, all of us released our deflating dicks and dropped our hands from the stone.
Dazed.
We all shuffled back from the stone, still facing it, before turning to find our clothes.
Men began to chat again as they redressed.
Cars pulled away as men headed home or to drop off a friend or relative.
“I hope ye enjoyed yerselves,” Callum said, clamping a hand onto our still naked shoulders.
A small drop of cum stuck in the foreskin of his deflated dick. My fat mushroom head still shimmered in the light with cum and precum. Arjun was still chubbed, his own foreskin shining with the remnants of his load.
“Very much so,” Arjun said. “Certainly a unique experience.”
“Wonderful way to spend our first night in the highlands,” I said.
Walking to our clothes, Callum bent over, giving us a view of his spread, muscled cheeks. In the dim light it looking like his crack had little hair, especially compared to the coating on his cheeks – it was a lot like my own – and his hole was just visible in the night.
“Few outsiders are ever here to participate,” Callum said as we redressed. “Your contribution will help keep the god’s phallus strong for the next year. And it will reward you. He feeds us and we feed him in return.” He winked at us again, the three of us watching each other dress.
Looking at the clock back in the truck, my eyes widened in disbelief. Without realizing it, we had spent hours at the ceremony.
“That can’t be right, I said incredulously. “Time passes differently there,” Callum explained. “Something about the aura of the phallus, it distorts time. It also drains our energy while restocking it simultaneously. When we get home, it’s right to bed.”
True to his word, upon entering the farmhouse, he said “I’ll see you in the morning for the next event. We will have a late start though, so sleep in,” and headed straight for his bedroom.
“Mmmm, next event,” I teased, “What could that possibly be? A set of stone testicles?”
Callum chuckled and winked over his shoulder, shutting his bedroom door.
Arjun and I crashed upon sitting on our bed. A deep, almost soothing exhaustion overtook us and we were sound asleep second our heads hit our pillows.
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