Waiting For Jimmy!
Jimmy was due to come on the Friday afternoon, but Martin received a Telegram saying that he was running late, for us not to change our plans and wait in for him, just leave a key in the usual place and he'd make himself at home if we were out. The first thing Martin did was put the spare key in a flowerpot beside the front door. “That means we don't have to think about it,” he said. He told me that Jimmy had visited the cottage lots of times, and knew his way about it. Martin had also spent weekends and holidays up at Jimmy's cottage in Glencoe. I said I'd love to go up there some time if we could, I'd never been to the Highlands.
     We spent the morning just tidying up and getting ready for Jimmy, then in the afternoon we went to a Dogging place Martin had never visited, It was just across the Border, in England, though I didn't suppose that would make any difference. Martin said it was the only place nearby that was used in daylight, because there was a good sightline so that you could see a car coming when it was still miles away, because the road wound round a few hills before it arrived. There was a regular picnic site and most of the activity was in the woods behind the picnic site, and in front of it was a grassy slope down to a little river. Martin said it was the Tyne, but I knew he was joking. I think.
     There were five cars when we arrived, and Martin parked beside them and we got out and followed a little path that wound between the trees. Martin must have made some kind of signal, for in the first clearing we came to, two guys were sitting on a blanket and invited me to join them. Martin asked if there were any other girls and the men said there were three and a couple of other men further up the path. Off Martin went and I sat down with the two, who were both Geordies. I couldn't understand their actions, but I did understand what their hand gestures meant, so I got on my hands and knees and they  knest, one at each end of me. This was a familiar enough position for me and once I had the tubby guy's thick cock in my mouth and began to work on it, the other, who had been smearing KY jelly naround and into my See You Next Tuesday – I was glad that was where he was going, I personally prefer it to the bum that so many guys seem to want; I think that's because it's the same as if they were fucking a boy, but I've never said that before and no-one's ever asked me, anyway. What do I know? Thank God I've not got a cock – I wouldn't want to be a Man for all the tea in China!
     Anyway, these two seemed to jave fucked together for a long time and knew exatly what they were doing. The obviously didn't want to rush it, and were planning on taking their time, which was fine by me. If I'm going to be fucked, I thought to myself, nice and easy does it every time – take it slowly, no mad rush. They were in no hurry to cum and so we settled into a steady rhythm, with pauses to let their urgency pass, when I could taste some pre-cum in my gub. So I was licking and sucking slowly too, and thinking about Jimmy's visit later today, or maybe tonight. There had been something in his letter about being in Glencoe at the start of the week, so I didn't know if that meant he was going to stay over the whole weekend. I did hope so. He was someone I'd looked up to for so long, he was a proper, living Hero to so many people, a real Man of The People, who had given a lot of people fun through his day job as a DJ and then, on top of that, he had dedicated his life to helping the less fortunate: whether they were sick or disabled, kids from disadvantaged backgrounds and broken homes, or soldiers who had suffered terrible wounds in wars. And he was a perfect gentleman. I wondered what he would think of me and Martin?