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.
