Quaver Ch.2 - Sex Stories

Quaver Ch.2

... of my home back in Scotland and it also has a good view of the river which is nice. My condo is decorated with Scottish influence of course. Kilt skinned wall papers and cushions, carpets, curtains and a****l heads from my previous hunting, there is also a chandelier made of deer antlers. “You like kilts that much did you?” he said with a smile. “Yeah, who doesn't like kilts?” “Well, mostly everyone I know” We both laugh hard. “You know back in the Philippines, people from the mountainous regions of Cordilleras the indigenous people wear something similar like your kilt, it is called aBahag. ” “What is bahag?” I asked “Can I borrow your longest thinnest towel?” he asks with a grin. “Ok” I hurry back with the towel he asked. “Bahag is a loincloth, similar tofundoshi by the Japanese but longer in comparison.” “Spread your legs” he commanded. I was startled by his command but I still do what he said. Greg put the towel behind my legs; he slowly wrapped my towel around my waist like a g-sting. I lost all interest on what he is saying when he “accidentally” touches my hard ass, thighs and my groin. I think half of my bl**d rose up to my dick, now rock hard solid, hidden away from my pants wrapped in this ridiculous towel. “Finished” he said. “Do I look great?” He just laughs. Oh, I love watching him laugh, I feel lighter and happy inside. “How do we play this game of yours?” “An eager beaver, I like that! The night is still young, how about we have some Champagne first?” “It’s ...

... 1:30 in the morning but sure.” ******* I removed the ridiculous thing on my crotch then I sat down with him on the couch. We made small talks I finally loosen him up a little and he’s looking more comfortable. We talk about various things like gadgets, our different cultures, and careers. I talk about my f****y a lot, how I grow up, how I love my mom and how accepting my f****y about who I really was. As I talk excessively, Greg became more uncomfortable by the moment. I stopped and look him in the eyes to see his eyes glistening, holding back his tears, Greg look away. I could see pain in his eyes, seeing him look so sad hurts me as well. “I want Greg to always be happy, to be with me” that is what I thought to myself. I don’t want a relationship; I just want to take care of him. “Greg?” Greg’s head tilted back for a second and then look away. “Don’t look at me” he said chokingly. I felt guilty that I brought up the f****y topic. He seems to be genuinely hurt about what happened to him and his f****y. “Greg, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” “Fuck off man” he tries to get up but I grabbed him with my arms and hug him tight. Greg tried to squirm away but I held him tight and never let go. Greg finally stops resisting and he let a sob on my chest. He let his bitter emotions flow heavily and I held him in my arms, as secure and protective as I could while caressing his stubbly shaved head. “It’s ok, let it all go.” I whispered softly in his ear. I felt that his pressing his ...