My First Experience

Author: Angus sugna@sugna.demon.co.uk

Having many family connections in the Western Isles of Scotland, my experience of wearing a kilt started at a very early age. I wore a kilt to school until I was in the middle of my teens. I have vivid memories of two particular occasions that I now must assume put my present day longings into context.

The first occasion was when I was in my early teens and I was sent to my uncle’s farm on the Island of Mull for the summer holidays. Every year on Mull the Highland Games takes place during July and visitors arrive from the mainland and from many of the nearby islands. In the year in question, my aunt, uncle, cousin Dougall and myself left the farm early on the morning of the games as Dougall was competing in some of the bagpipe competitions.

Dougall was in his early twenties and was out to enjoy his ‘day in town’ but after his competitions were over, his father told him to look after me and to make sure I was at home at a reasonable hour. My aunt and uncle were going on to a dance after the games. Having me on tow was not Dougall’s idea of fun and naturally I was to blame.

After lunch we met up with some of Dougall’s friends from the piping competition and we all sat up on the hillside, near the beer tent, watching the highland dancing competitions. As the afternoon wore on the guys visited the beer tent frequently and as they got slightly drunk, their conversation turned away from the technicalities of the dancers to what they would like to do with some of the female dancers.

At one point they started to shout at James, one of the guys who was sitting diagonally above me on the hillside. They were calling him a randy ...... It was obvious that James was embarrassed and he decide to get up and leave. As he did so he stumbled and fell with his kilt going up and his bare buttocks landing on the grass. His legs were wide open and inches from my face! For a couple of seconds I saw what was to be my first glimpse of an erect cock, except for my own. I only got a glimpse, but it made me wonder if my cock was what it should be or if his was the wrong size for his body! He finally got to his feet and the shouts of laughter could be heard all around as the other guys pointed to the front of his kilt. His sporran was being pushed out at the front. It was a sight that I will never forget.

There I was, surrounded by a group of half drunk young guys, nursing my own little erection under my kilt. I was determined to sit tight until the urge subsided.

Dougall and I left to walk home about eight o’clock, he was very annoyed as his friends were all going to the dance for some fun and as one of them put it "lift a few kilts". Dougall was by now quite aggressive towards me as I was the reason for his early departure for home and when we reached the farm, he reached for a bottle of whisky and ordered me to bed. I did not need to be told twice, I wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible.

When I arrived up in the bedroom which I had to share with Dougall, I decided that I too would like to have a kilt that stood out in front of me just like James. I had to see if I could get my cock as big as his and if my sporran could be pushed out with such force.

I was in the middle of playing with myself and pulling my kilt down over my cock when Dougall stormed into the bedroom. He took one look at what I was doing, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down over his kilted knees. I was squirming and shouting but he was much stronger than me and while he held me down with one arm, he lifted the back of my kilt with the other. My bare buttocks were exposed for all to see. This had only taken seconds but he paused and I thought he had changed his mind but no. His big farmers hand came down hard on my firm young buttocks. I remember starting to cry but he ignored me and smacked me three or four more times before he threw me down on the opposite bed. I opened my eyes and looking down there it was, a nice little bell tent sticking up proudly in the front of my kilt. I immediately tried to hide it but Dougall sat there laughing loudly and then shouted "So you obviously like it also!"

I did not understand until he stood up between the beds, right in front of my face, his kilt was also being pushed out at the front. I was then told that he had always got an erection when he was spanked by his father, especially when he had used a belt! He informed me that this had been the first time he had spanked anyone and he now realised that it could work both ways.

I started to relax and after we both sat and chatted for a while, I decided to tell him that I had seen James’s cock that afternoon and about how I was trying to copy the way his kilt had stood out at the front. "My cock looks so small " I said " when compared with James."

"Don’t worry about that" said Dougall "my cock was smaller than James’s when we were at school but I now have the better of him!" He then stood up and lifted the front of his kilt, inches from my face. My mouth opened wide! There, covered in a nest of thick black hair was what looked to me like a piece of an arm. It was over eight inches long and as thick as my wrist and it was by no means in a fully erect state. I knew how much my cock grew when it got hard and wondered what this monster would develop into.

He sat back on the opposite bed and we started to chat, but I could not concentrate, thinking of what was hidden under the front of his kilt. The thought of all that hair, those heavy bull balls and that thick piece of manliness was all I could think about. As the conversation went on, still staring at his kilt, I asked "How big is your cock when it gets hard?"

"If you want to see that you will have to work for it!" he replied.

What could he mean?

I soon found out, he took his kilt belt off, handed it to me and lay face down on the bed. "Lift the back of my kilt and get to work with that belt" he shouted. I bent down, the belt in one hand, and lifting his kilt up over his back with the other, I gasped at what I saw! He had two very hairy firm buttocks and they were staring straight up at me and I am sure they twitched as I looked at them.

"Right get to it" he shouted "make that belt do some work."

I tentatively lifted the heavy belt over my shoulder and brought it down squarely across his hairy buttocks. He quickly jumped up but not in anger as I first thought, he simple said "Harder than that if you want to see me get hard, put some force into it!"

He then rolled back over and after lifting the back of his kilt once more, I pulled the belt over my right shoulder and with all the strength I could muster, I pulled it down over his exposed cheeks. A very loud smacking sound shot through the room and this was quickly followed by a deep moan of satisfaction from Dougall. He was pleased, I could tell!

After I got into the swing of things, my own cock was so hard I thought it would burst and a deep red glow was very evident on both of Dougall’s hairy cheeks. I must have given him about ten sound strokes when he turned round and stood up. There it was, the front of his kilt was almost horizontal and when he lifted the front pleat up in the air, there, sticking straight out from the thick black hair and the heavy balls was what could only be described as a thick monster. It must have been nearly ten inches long and when he placed his hands round it, they hardly reached around its girth. It was awesome and very alluring.

He noticed the front of my kilt and lifting it up, he made some admiring comments and as we both sat opposite each other on the two beds, Dougall tried to give me some of the finer points of wanking but I was so far gone, I was frightened to tough my cock in case it exploded! He just sat there and wanked ever so slowly ! He turned over a few more times for me to take a few more stokes at those beautiful round buttocks and on the second occasion, the spunk shot out of my cock, without me even touching it! Dougall was very impressed.

After wanking for nearly half an hour, and my cock getting hard again just administering the belt, Dougall shouted "Quick get a towel" I jumped out of the room and just arrived in front of him as the first blast of spunk shot out of his cock, missing the towel and landing right on the front of my kilt. It kept coming, more and more landing on the towel, the bed and some on the floor.

We then talked for a long time, knowing that we had the house to ourselves and after cleaning up, I listened and learned a lot from Dougall.

We only repeated the incident once, it was one day out in the hills. We had stopped for lunch and before we ate, Dougall pulled the belt from his jeans and bending face down over a nearby tree, he threw me the belt and I knew what I had to do! It was not nearly as much fun without the kilts but seeing that monster shoot was a great reward.

Dougall married a few years later and emigrated to Canada. I have only seen him a couple of times when I was over there on holiday but I hope for both their sakes, that she has a strong right arm!!