I looked again in the mirror and I was a right sight! That same full expanse of tartan but with bare sex parts sticking out of the front. My penis hadn’t quite fully erected so soon after being constrained inside the tight tartan pants. He cupped it expertly in his hands and rubbed gently. He was gratified to feel me respond. The rubbing continued until I was more fully erect. Then he asked me to stand closer, to stand directly in front of him, in fact, with my legs astride his. Then he bent his head forward and took my cock in his mouth. Lovely!
“Excuse me just a minute,” he said, and removed his dentures, laying them on the table. He took me in his mouth again and this time it was the purest bliss as he mouthed me like no other. He sucked, he licked, he did what felt like incredible things to my cock which was by now fully hard. He had my balls in his hands too, squeezing, rubbing, pulling, and also sometimes with a hand between my legs, rubbing through the trews, just behind the scrotum where he could feel the base of my stiff penis, and also further back, fingering my hole. Eventually, I told him that I was going to cum but he just nodded without taking me out of his mouth so I took that as a Yes! I lowered the aprons over the back of his head so he was completely up my kilt giving me this most fantastic blow job. I rested my hands on his shoulders then stroked his head through the covering tartan. I couldn’t see what he was doing, of course, but somehow that made it more exciting. I could hold back no longer and cried out that I was cumming! He kept sucking and I felt the unstoppable spasms of orgasm again and again as I ejaculated.
He took it all in his mouth. When I had cum my lot, I lifted the aprons and he disengaged his mouth, My penis was all wet and shiny with a little trail of semen still hanging off the tip. I was feeling absolutely shattered. Standing up while having an orgasm does that to me more than when lying down. Gerald usually brings me off standing up and I quite like the intense feeling it gives. But he never sucks like this guy did.
As I said, he must have swallowed all of my cum since I didn’t see him spit it out. What he did do was to take another sip of his whiskey….. as a semen chaser perhaps??- and put his teeth back in.
I asked if he wanted me to rub him but he said, no, ‘down there’ hadn’t worked properly for years and he was perfectly content to leave it in peace. He got his pleasure out of feeling and pleasuring me in my lovely kilt and matching trews.
I made to put my penis back inside the trews and pull them up but he stopped me, saying that he wanted to keep looking at it. There were not many times he had the opportunity to look at a kilted man this way. He showed me where the tissues were and I dried myself. But it was a bit uncomfortable with the trews partly down so we compromised. I pulled the trews up but left my, by then, limp cock sticking out of the lower part of the fly. I did up the waist and top button. When I sat down he wanted me to pull back the aprons of my kilt so that my penis was on view, surrounded by tartan covered crotch. It was still leaking a bit and I used another tissue to wipe the drips. Having an interested spectator watching me this way was quite sexy and, although I didn’t get another erection I kept oozing semen for a surprising length of time.
He asked if my friend Ken wore trews under his kilt but I said that he hadn’t any of his own but he liked to see me in mine. He had tried some on but they didn’t fit him as they were too small. He asked if Ken ever went without pants but I told him that Ken always wore green schoolgirl knickers for dancing, like he was now, but he sometimes wore the same ordinary white briefs he wore under his trousers. He asked if I was having sex with Ken and I confirmed that I was. “He will be disappointed tonight!” he remarked.
He asked if I had met other men wearing trews. I said that I had only found a few but that there quite a lot who had been interested in mine.
We corresponded for a bit, but Bobby wasn’t in to computers so he wrote longhand. I printed off my replies to him. He had had some interesting experiences to share and he was very appreciative of the kilted experiences I told him.