Until We Meet Again.

A Sean Carrington Adventure.

Until We Meet Again.

Following successful assignments at Windscale with their business transition and the Winfrith Nuclear Power Station decommissioning project, I was invited back this time to assist Dounreay with their business transformation.

At this time I was based in Southampton, which entailed traveling to the very northern tip of the Scottish mainland, where each trip, to and from, took almost a whole day by either driving, train or air or any combinations. Dounreay is nearer the Arctic Circle than Southampton is to the south of France.

My site tours took the format of three weeks on-site and one home based in the south of England. I was to be accommodated in the St. Clair Hotel in Thurso, the Dounreay site being about ten miles away. It was a very isolated if not lonely living arrangements. On the plus side I had the use of a site vehicle, albeit it was an old four wheel drive pickup.

I was now at the end of the first week on my second monthly tour, Friday night and finished for the week. I was sitting in the traditional bar of the St. Clair with a beer in hand watching the locals come and go, while I waited for the restaurant to open at seven. A fly on the wall situation if you like; their but not their.

The bar was not busy, mainly two groups huddled one at each end of the bar talking, with the barman serving the two groups. One group of three, from what they were saying were scaffolding contractors at the Dounreay plant, the other seemed to be a group of five or so farmers from their attire, build and local accent.

One of the farmers asked the barman by name, who was at the other end of the bar, for another pint when he has a moment, then caveated it "love". His statement attracted my attention, it wasn't offensively said but in a friendly way; seemed somewhat out of place to me. The scaffolders at the other end of the bar picked up on what he had said, and one ordered three more pints; "love". This time said aggressively and in a demeaning way to the barman.

It drew my attention to the barman, whose name was Alex from his hotel badge, local by his accent, he was tall, thin but not skinny, short brownish blond hair, he may have had an effeminate way about him but not so you would casually notice. He served the farmer first and then went to serve the scaffolders, as he handed over each pint in turn, they would say "thanks love" again each in a demining way. The barman let it pass without any visual acknowledgement or comment as to what they had just each said in turn to him and continued with his bar work.

As it seemed to have passed I concentrated on my pint, some movement broke my trance staring into my pint glass. The farmers, including some others that had joined their huddle, were now standing behind looking over the three scaffolders. Something was developing or about to happen, my first though was; is the restaurant open yet.

The scaffolders seemed to feel their presence too and turned, they quickly downed their pints, almost in unison and in one go; then left. One of the farmers said bye "loves"; Situation defused. The barman may have been gay or not, either way he was their gay or not barman. They had closed ranks and extended their wing of protection off their own. I later found out that this was a way of life with the locals in this remote location on the northern shores of Scotland.

The hotel manager came in at that point and told me that my table was ready, he saw me look at the extended group of farmers as I got up, and he smiled; must have been a local too. The meal was excellent Scottish fair as was the beer. Meal finished I decided to go for a walk, being midsummer was light twenty two out of twenty four hours. It was also a very pleasant warm evening too.

As I walked through the town and down onto and along the front, looking out to sea imaging I could see the Arctic Circle. Although not very busy, someone walking towards me attracted my attention. It was like a magnet drawing me to them, don't know why, but they did, as I seemed to be to them; I think. As we walked closer together a familiarity came from him that I could not place. Then it became clear we were at college together, must have now been over ten years ago. As we closed I remembered his name David Chandler, we were friends in our first year.

We both spoke together saying something along the lines of "fancy meeting you here". His reply was "I live here", I said I am a visitor working at the nuclear plant and staying in the St Clair hotel. I said how about a beer and a chat, he replied 'yes' I said 'lead on'. We headed back into town asking questions of each other of what happened since we were at College, we arrived and went into a pub that David knew. Although a Friday night we managed to find a quite table in a corner to talk and reminise.

David had left college after his first year, change of tack from engineering to accountancy, plus he moved house that summer with his parents to Aberdeen, his father managed to get a shore job with an oil company. After qualifying he went to work in a bank, was promoted and posted to Thurso as the bank's Loan's Manager for Caithness and Sutherland. Now living in Burnside a mile outside Thurso.

I told him what I did, where I now lived, previously in Den Haag working for oil companies, now back in the nuclear industry as a freelance business consultant. I asked are you married. He said "no, I thought you knew", I said "knew what?" That I am gay, remember that night in the college badminton club. Without hesitation I said "yes".

It had come back to me as a thunderclap; we were sitting watching a game being played, when David had put his hand discreetly on my bare leg then gently rubbed it up to my, must admit short shorts, then the inside of my leg seductively. At the time I ignored it, put it down to fooling around, I never thought he was serious; until now.

I didn't know what to say, other than I thought you were fooling around, he said "no I was very serious". I asked, then what happened after that apart from us being tanked in the badminton competition.

Nothing for a while, went to University and met someone their, we were good friends but nothing sexual ever came of it. Kept my head down and studied, then worked in a bank in Aberdeen then came up here. For the first few weeks I stayed in the St Clair hotel, got friendly with the barman, Alex. I suppose we were both lost in that front, Alex's parents drove him out of the family house in Durness, a small remote village about seventy miles from here near Cape Wrath, when he told them he was coming out as gay. I explained what had happened at the hotel, he said one of the farmers is now his partner.

We had chatted that night the bar which was empty, a cold winter's night. Alex closed the bar early and followed me up to my room. I never had sex before but I really wanted it that night, I knew what to expect but never actually had it. I was at a loss of what to do after he arrived in my room, I more or less just stood there.

Alex came over to me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, removed it and then his, he then embraced me, I was really excited by what was happening as we touched skin to skin and I was starting to get seriously aroused. He then reached down and slowly unzipped my trousers and let them drop. I unzipped his too and let them drop too. We then stepped out of them in unison, I was really, really hard by that time, and he was too.

We then hooked our fingers into the top of each other's underwear and slowly slid them down. I could feel his warmth and hardness touch and rub me as we started to step out of our underwear. You know I used to have fantasies about doing that with you in the badminton club showers.

As we stood there together naked embracing each other, my inner desires wanted him to have me both intimately and sexually my fantasies were adding to it. We moved to the bed, intimately touching and nibbling at each other's anatomy, I was so excited I think I was staring to cum. Probably did as well.

We both lay on the bed together, Alex took the lead and started to position me with pillows, raising my knees up and opening my legs. It was unbelievably erotic to me as he applied oil to both of us. I just lay there as he leaned over me looking into his eyes, I could feel him trying to enter me and applying undulating pressure to entre. I was so tight that night I began to think it wouldn't happen, tonight was my first, then it happened.

I felt relief and excitement as he entered me, I expected pain but there wasn't any, I became ecstatic as I could feel him travel in and up within me, just as I expected it to be, then I felt the rush as he touched me inside, so gently but I could feel he was in as far as I could let him. The rush it gave me was better than I expected, slowly I could feel him withdraw, he then started to press as he re-entered.

I don't know how many times he did this but I was getting more aroused and demanding more with each stroke. I could feel something warm drip on my skin, my pre-cum. My breathing became deeper, I thought someone must hear me as I started to move in harmony with Alex's undulations which were starting to increase in pace, I could hear his breathing getting deeper and louder too.

His motion and mine started to get erratic, we seemed to be racing each other, then he stopped, I could feel him as he unloaded as he let his breath go, I let my breath go too. As he withdrew I could then feel it drain slowly. It was an enjoyable feeling of achievement and satisfaction that I never had before.

We parted and lay there together enjoying the moment and recovering from our exertion and pleasure, at least I was. After we recovered I could feel that I wanted to experience the feeling of giving. I moved over as he started to prepare himself for me. I was quite clumsy in trying to gain entry, then I felt the experience of success of entering and gently sliding inside him, until we touched.

Slowly I withdrew, too far and had to re-engage, this time my entry was more relaxed and controlled. I don't know how long I did this for but I was really enjoying it, I started to climax slowly at first. Then I felt the uncontrollable excitement of my final deluge build and started to lose control of my breathing and rhythmic motion.

As I climaxed I could feel my cum leave me and it rolling back out. I slowly disengaged, recovered my breathing, rolled over and lay beside Alex. We held each other and lay there enjoying the satisfaction we both had. I remember we both pulled the bed clothes over us as we pressed together, until we woke later hearing the noise of someone going into their room, which was next to us.

Alex said he better go, I enjoyed watching him slowly get dressed then quietly leave without creaking the door or floorboards, which they always did for me. I lay there alone replaying in my mind what happened that night and wondering if we would do it again. In the morning I got up at my usual time, showered then went down for breakfast which I was ready for.

That very dark morning, it didn't get light until about ten thirty, then only light for about two or three hours. As I walked into work in the dark I decided that I would accept the fact that I am gay and enjoy it. As I did with Alex quite a few times that winter, until he met his farmer friend at one of those young farmers things and moved in with him.

I used the internet and as they say casted my net, got a few nibbles but as this is a tight, open but privately secret community, none of them ever really came to anything. Alex and his partner, who I think felt sorry for me, gave me a few introductions, one proved to be interesting.

I met big Gordon as he was referred to locally, he was over six foot three tall and had the build of a bear and muscular, he did a bit of weight lifting. He was also very quiet spoken and incredibly well mannered, had a small insurance franchise that he ran from his spare bedroom in a beautifully friendly village of Lairg, which is dominated by its bridge over a fast flowing river that flows out of Loch shin.

The bank was looking for local independent insurance brokers to provided loan insurance. Which my bank had asked me to organise, Alex's partner put me in touch with him and I made arrangements to go and see him; about a two hour drive through wild but beautiful country. We seemed to hit it off professionally, discussed options and agreed on a way ahead.

As I was about to leave heavy snow started to fall unexpectantly, Gordon suggested I wait until it passes and he can make some lunch for us. I accepted his offer of hospitality. One of his hobbies was cooking which he excelled at, one of the best lunches I ever had.

As business was completed we talked about each other's private life. He was in insurance in Glasgow when his uncle left him his house, he had already fallen in love with the area during his many visit's to his uncle, and decided to start up an insurance franchise about five years ago.

He also said that he had no ties but had met Alex one night he overstayed in Thurso, then said to me 'do you want to go to bed with me', he caught me totally off-balance, don't know why but without thinking said "yes I would".

He then stood up and led me into his bedroom. We both knew we were strangers to each other in what would come next, but silently knew we would enjoy exploring it and finding out.

In his bedroom as we were facing each other he towered over me and touched my lips with his finger, while looking down into my eyes. Unbuttoned my shirt gently and slowly, one button at a time, kissing and biting my chest as he went down each button, slowly ever so slowly, all the way down to my navel. As he was kneeling down he opened my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.

As he looked up into my eyes, I saw that his shirt was unbuttoned too and I slid it off his broad muscular shoulders and then dropped it. He then slowly unzipped my trousers, I encourage them to drop, leaning on his shoulders I step out of them, still looking into my eyes, he slides my underwear slowly down until I am standing there, naked, hard and excited.

As he stands up I reach over and unzip his trousers slowly and purposefully and slide them down, slowly I place my hands inside his underwear band. My warm palms pressing against his side I slide them off, I could feel the elastic rasp over his skin, I still gently removed them. By this time we are both naked and he is as hard and excited as I am.

He pulls back the bedding on his bed then we both lie their together. He then kneels over me and starts to suck my hardness, ever so gently and slowly, again and again. Finding it difficult to contain myself, I begin to breathe deeply then more deeply, moan a little and start to cum, he swallows it.

He then leans over me and starts to nibble my nipples, my chest and my ear lobes which I found very arousing and stimulating. I lifted my knees up and arched my back as an invitation. He rubbed lube on and in me, I could feel his big muscular fingers penetrate as he applied it. Rubbing it, around and in and out, very stimulating and relaxing.

He then started to probe me with his large hard erection, gently at first then pushes it in slowly, I could feel him entering and sliding in, slowly withdrawing, re-entering and sliding further in each time until he reaches as far as he can as he touches me inside. Slowly his rhythm starts, sensual, warm, very wet, relaxing and exhilarating, building the momentum and longing my desire for more.

We were both looked directly into each other's eyes, hearts beating in rhythm, both knowing climax was near. Then his motion became erratic as did mine, we are now both mimicking and complimenting each other's motion, the bed shakes violently and moans loudly under us and then he climaxes and then again. We were both contented with each other, relax and slowly disengaged each other.

Both of us where lying their naked together hot and wet still exchanging each other's bodily warmth. We embraced each other and were running our fingertips over each other's body, our hungry mouths started to search each other, nibbling, biting and sucking. The passion and excitation in each of us taking over again, we both start to become hard and excited again, as we embraced each other, feeling each other's hardness press as we frot together.

Gordon then rolled over onto his back, raised his knees inviting me. I enjoyed putting the lube on my fingers and then in him, slowly rubbing it in and around as he had done for me.

He then arched his back, his eyes were rolling in anticipation as I stretch to lean over and on him. I probed for entry with my hardness although barred by his pressure at first as he anticipated my entry, he then relaxed allowing me in, slowly going deeper with each lunge until I feel his firm prostate, that I touch gently. I could feel it starting to build within me as I undulated, our body heat building, as I looked into his eyes could see them rolling in anticipation, his head gently rolling as he smiled his eyes now closed enjoying the moment.

I could feel my cum slowly start to build and move with each lunge, we were both now wet with sweat and in harmony as I released. We both paused for a moment before I withdrew. I rolled over and we lay there side by side then embraced each other, exhausted and wet with sweat and cum. We just lay their embracing each other with our breathing relaxing in harmony.

As we lay there looking into each other's eyes and bodily touching. Gordon touched my lips, with his finger, leaned over, our lips touched for a first kiss, I felt him reaching into my mouth. I joined him in this intimate exchange. We slowly recovered our composure and left our bed.

We walked through to his shower room with its large walk in shower and showered together washing off each other exchanges. We seductively dried each other and went through to the kitchen, both still naked apart from our towels, which looked tiny and inviting on Gordon.

As I waited for the coffee machine to do its thing Gordon put his arms around my waist, clasping his hands together, released my towel and let it drop. I could now feel his hardness and my contentness develop as we stood there embracing each other. I could also feel his hardness press against me between my buttocks and legs, sensually stroking me between my buttocks, very erotic and satisfying. We were then interrupted by his coffee machine telling us our coffee was ready.

We fastened our towels and took our coffees into his living room he had a log fire quietly burning, we added some more wood and listened to the new logs nosily burn. We sat back together on a large dark leather couch that had been warmed by the fire.

We enjoyed our coffee, talked more intimately about ourselves and how we found out we were gay. Gordon was not aware he was gay until one night after he had moved to Lairg and met someone in the local pub and got talking. Who ultimately came back to his house for coffee and one thing led to another, they are still very good friends and meet up from time to time.

We looked out of the house's picture window over the fields and hills' watching the snow fall outside, it was very relaxing. Gordon said to me that snow is not going to clear until late tonight, why don't you stay the night with me and travel back tomorrow. I said yes I would like to. We still meet up once or twice every month, either I stay over with him or he stays over with me. Our neighbours accept us for what we are, that's what I like about here.

He then said to me what about you, I've always thought you were gay too. I said how would you know that. Simple, you were not offended but apologetic when I told you I was gay and that you had rejected my advances all those years ago. Also you were defensive of Alex the barman, even after I told you that we had a casual affair and again with Gordon, who I still see.