A Safe Haven

A Safe Haven.

Did Angela need a safe haven, should I look for one?

This short story basically true expounds on Carl Jung definition off Synchronicity;

'Seemingly meaningful coincidences or events that occur simultaneously but lack a causal connection.'

My name is Shane I live in Stornoway on the Isle of Lewis which is part of our Outer Hebridean islands, population 21,000 during holiday season can be many times that. My parents run a pub and a ten-bedroom hotel just out of town, where I study accountancy at a local college, which is set in the idyllic picturesque grounds of Lews Castle. Like others I will have to move to the mainland to finish my education and find my way in life. Before I left, I met Ruth, who changed the course of my life.

Angela.

Friday my free day, sitting at the bar in my parent's hotel texting. Everyone was watching, including me, when she walked in wearing dirty boots, an embarrassingly fifties floor sweeper dowdy faded skirt and a blue bonnet that hid her face. Assumed she must be part of one of the recluse communes or religious cults that our islands seemed to attract.

Seemed agitated when she went up to my mother, asked something! my mother quickly ushered her into the back office, before she closed the door, waived me to look after the bar. I finished pulling pints that she had started for some of our regulars, was back texting when my father came out with my uncle, who worked security at the ferry terminal and was local part-time law, who nobody messed with. Both were retired Marines and close friends; never told me what they did or got up to in the Marines.

Other than, my mother who was a Police officer in a garrison town threatened to arrest them for d&d (drunk and disorderly). Their explanation of just back from a deployment where they lost friends bought them a 'just behave' warning.

A few weeks later my mother alone on night patrol in the town was surrounded and being hassled by ten or fifteen local drunk teenagers. Along came my dad and my uncle, in civies, told the teenagers to mind their manners, they didn't and regretted it. A few weeks later my mother broke her leg in a car crash. My dad hearing about it came to see her in hospital, rest is history, I came along we moved back to my father's Island where we now live.

I was to go and help my mother, who introduced me to Angela, bonnet off I recognised her. I had given her, her first day student tour of our college campus. I didn't connect at first Angela is the code word for someone feeling 'vulnerable and needing support.' I had heard about it at college and again as part of my bar safety and WAVE (Welfare and Vulnerability Engagement) training, this was the first time I ever heard of it being used. I remembered her as Ruth from a hippy or something commune on the other side of the island.

I was told! not asked, to take her into the sitting room and stay with her while my mother arranged something. I was sitting on the couch beside her when she burst out sobbing, put my arm round her to comfort her. I could feel her whole-body shake from deep within, didn't expect what happened next, leaning her head on my shoulder told me what happened.

She and her friend Ingrid a backpacker who turned up one day and joined their commune became friends, well more than friends. Last night they were in bed together, which she was very graphic about, when some of the commune zealots burst in. Didn't like what they saw threatened to gang bang them. As they left said "wait there! we'll be back to bang both of you!"

Ingrid talked Ruth into running away, that night, packed what they could climbed out a window and headed, in the moon light cross-country to the ferry to take them to the mainland and safety. At the terminal zealots were waiting, they split up with the intent to board separately and meet on board. Ingrid managed to get on board hiding in the back of a truck, Ruth was spotted chased out of the terminal back into town, missing the ferry departure.

She remembered our hotel and its log store outback which I told her we played and hid in. Ingrid had managed to get to Ullapool and would wait for her. She tried again this time for the noon ferry there were even more of them this time waiting for her, spotted she ran into our bar for help, remembered the code 'do you know where Angela is.'

Part of our venue license readiness verifications, a young female cadet from the Police Training College, part of their undercover taster training, came in asked 'do you know where Angela is?' My mother was Angela for the test, we passed with flying colours never expecting to experience it on our Island. Where everybody lived a 'live and let live' lifestyle and knew everybody.

Plan was my father and uncle would escort Ruth across in the evening three-hour ferry trip and meet up with one of my mother's friends, another Angela, who also ran a small hotel outside Ullapool. Following my mother's call, she found Ingrid still waiting on the docks for Ruth and took her in. But; the ferry had broken down, again, parts wouldn't arrive by road until Monday. Ruth would be staying on the island with us for a few days.

My rooms were in the old staff quarters in the roof eaves of the Hotel, with lots of sloping roofs, but had its own small sitting room (my study), bedroom and bathroom. Plan; I would sleep in the sitting room's fold down chair/bed, Ruth would get my bed. I was to look after her, which I was excited about nothing like this had ever happened to me before.

My mother found more appropriate clothes for Ruth. Binned what she had been wearing in an easy to find place on the other side of the island, to split the zealot's attention, as they would attract too much attention. Rather than the dowdy look she was now wearing a trendy short black one-piece dress that teenagers wore. Ruth had long jet-black hair, six-foot, slim build, long legs, probably wasn't used to wearing short dresses as she kept flashing her knickers each time she sat down or stood up. I couldn't take my eyes off her waiting for her to sit or stand.

That night we played on my computer games consol, she had never seen one before let along play or go on-line. We also video chatted on-line with people I knew in Canada, Italy and France. She became relaxed and started to tell me about life in their commune.

Turned out tomorrow was both our birthday's she would be 20, me 19. It was then she told me on her 18th birthday was inaugurated into to sex by the self-appointed commune leader. As time went by was introduced into having sex with strangers and taken to private Airbnb's sex parties, the commune got paid to attend; thinking all that was normal.

Ingrid who was a Danish sex worker joined the commune, both hit it off Ingrid was gay and endeared Ruth into being gay too, it was their bond away from being tradable sex slaves. They developed an intense and torrid clandestine relationship, although discreet clashed with the commune's business, hence the bust-up and what followed.

That night Ruth insisted taking the chair/bed in my sitting room and I keep my bed. I was stripped down to only my bikini underwear, which I slept in, when she walked in to show me the short clinging nightdress she had been given. We both stood looking at each other neither knowing what we should do next. She returned to her bed I climbed alone into mine my body telling me one thing my mind another. That night I fell into an erotic fitful sleep.

During the night I woke feeling a presence in the room, Ruth was standing looking out the gable end window at the rising morning sun, we have about four hours of darkness at that time of year. The sun was shining through her nightdress illuminating all her bodily feature and curves and butt hugging knickers. She looked at me as I lifted the bed clothes inviting her to join me. That night until morning we spooned, I tried and failed not to let her feel my bulging erection which she didn't to object too as she rubbed me.

Hearing noises from the kitchen breakfast preparations for our guests, reluctantly we got up, as she walked to the bathroom pulled off her nightdress, dropped it and slid down her knickers. Her tight bubble butt and slender waist set her off perfectly. At the bathroom door she turned looked at me as her pussy winked, she invited me to join her, didn't need a second invite.

I had never been with a girl before other than the odd kiss and grope, usually I was the one who got groped, behind the cycle shed or in our wood store hut. We came together at the door she leaned over and kissed me, I felt her hand on my underwear as she slid them slowly down, I popped out. I had never been naked with a girl before, it felt great, neither of us could hold back, her warm rock-hard nipples rubbing against my chest my dick stretching up trying to kiss her pussy.

A knock on the bedroom door! Ruth went into the shower and turned it on. My mother's voice "breakfast downstairs in 20." I shouted "OK." We showered and dressed, went down together meeting with other guests heading for their breakfast.

My mother looked at me, smiled my father looked with one of his knowing looks over the top of his reading glassed. Nothing more was said about how we slept, just as well, I was so hyper I think I would have given it away.

New plan; Ruth would stay with us until the ferry arrived on Monday. I asked my mother, wishful thinking, "where will we hide Ruth?" "Simple in plain sight." Both Ruth and I stared like lost puppies for an explanation.

"Alone; Ruth is at risk, Ingrid is being looked after on the mainland, you will be with Ruth all day." My father kicked in "me and your uncle with have both your sixes (backs), you won't see us, protecting people is what we did."

I looked in amazement, that was the first time my father or uncle for that told me what they did in the Marines. Ruth excitedly asked "can we go to the college rave in Lews hall tonight, everyone in the college is going, I have never been to one, Ingrid told me all about them?" I was excited too, as I said "yes."

Mothers do as mothers do, took charge of arranging what Ruth would wear. I got a serious look from my father and a nod to follow him.

Bar was empty my uncle was sitting in the corner with a coffee, waived me over, with his serious Policeman look that terrified anyone who crossed him. "Sit! tell me what Ruth told you about the going-ons at the commune, not what you two were up to last night or in the shower this morning; yes, we know?"

I told them about how she was inaugurated into to sex by the self-appointed commune leader. Then had to have sex with strangers at private parties on the Island that the commune got paid for. Ingrid who was smuggled in on a fishing boat was gay and, on the run Danish sex worker.

Both smiled; my uncle said your mother wants you to walk, not cycle as you usually do, Ruth to the college to meet up with some of her student friends. They will have something nice for Ruth to wear tonight.

Talk about being hyped we walked through town hand in hand, Ruth's idea that I was cool about, it was quiet. At the college we met up with her class students they had bags of clothes for her to try on. I was waiting in the common room with a coke when my father and uncle came in and sat down beside me.

"I don't think Ruth will be troubled with the commune zealots again; ever! We asked them to leave the island today and go back to their own country; for good! Said "No", regretted it, chartered old Harry's fishing boat to take them off the Island this afternoon."

Ruth came in with two bags of clothes "time to go, come on." My father smiled my uncle said "that's why I never got married hate being bullied." It was a nice walk back to the hotel she kept looking in and rummaging through the bags.

That afternoon some of her college friends commandeered my room, no idea what they got up to but the door was locked and were using my computer and its web cam.

That night we went to Lew's Castle's Hall, it was my first rave, Ruth's too, it continued until well after midnight when we were all ushered out. It was a magnificent clear and warm night we walked back hand in hand through the town. Last off the drinkers in our bar had left by the time we arrived.

Discreetly as much as the old creaking stairs would allow, we went upstairs to my room. Ruth stood in her short white flaring dress turned lifted up her hair inviting me to unzip it. I became besotted as her bra strap and knickers were exposed as she slid her dress down.

Standing only in her bra and pants unbutton my shirt letting it drop, removed my belt, genteelly hugging me slid down my trousers until I stepped out them then she slid my underwear down and off for a second time. Standing there with my aspiration's fully erect I reached round unfastened her bra, on my knees slid her knickers down, that's when I learnt what noses can be used for.

Holding hands, we walked across my sitting room and into my bedroom. My first time, Ruth knew it, took charge lay me on the bed kneeled over me. Leaning over she started kissing and tongue wrestling with me as she slowly sat on my dick, I didn't know what to expect until I felt her wetness as I slowly slid in. Ecstatic, bursting with anticipation we lay coupled, she started to bring me on. I was unsure only responding when she had her first phantom organism of the night, I could feel its warmth as it drained over and onto me, didn't take long until our movements were in harmony. Slowly then like an express train with its horn sounding our climax's arrived both letting go; messy but nice.

That night we did it twice more, each more intense and athletic than the one before. Morning, we lay relaxed arm in arm with Ruth's head resting on my chest, I could smell sweetness of her hair and perfume. Thinking about each other and nothing we lay there together. Suddenly! the bedroom door opened; we forgot to lock it.

Standing there was my mother and father with a breakfast tray, with a single rose on it. We scrambled to hide our modesties as they brought the tray over, sat it down on the bed then left. It was my best breakfast ever, before we showered, we shared Ruth's warm avocado once again. Our encore was in the shower. Got dressed and went downstairs.

That afternoon I borrowed my father's jeep and toured the island, stopping off twice to enjoy the sea breezes and vista of my Island. Tomorrow Ruth was to leave and meet Ingrid and disappear out of my life, I understood that, tonight and a nice grassy knoll beside a sea rock pool I knew were still ahead of us.

The ferry arrived in Ullapool late morning Ingrid was on the dock waiting for Ruth. As they ran to each other kissed and hugged I knew they were going to disappear out of my life; through necessity. I liked to think together they are now as one. My father and uncle were going to escort them to the airport and catch the last ferry back.

Akiko.

Heading back on the noon ferry I was sitting alone in the lounge with my cafeteria polystyrene containerised burger, fries and beer in a plastic glass, Ferry was busy holiday season. A Japanese Backpacker came over asked me in soft impeccable English.

"Would you mind if I sit here, my name is Akiko from Tokyo, the land of the rising sun. My employer Mr. Toranaga has sent me on an employee exchange to a nuclear fuel company near Oxford. He's also allowing me to have a backpacking holiday first to understand your country ways before taking up my position."

For some reason, I didn't know, I was always endeared with the idea of visiting Japan one day, it was on my life's to-do list of places to visit. With Ruth's departure I was happy to have someone to talk to on the three-hour trip.

I stood up bowed, read somewhere that is what you do, Akiko returned the greeting. We sat exchanging niceties, Akiko had a polystyrene tray with a see-through top containing sushi. I had never tried it before and asked what it comprised off, sounded very healthy, unlike my beer, burger and fries.

I talked about my Island it's history it's culture, the College I am at, as I am now 19 will be leaving the Island to continue my education at university on the mainland. My mother and father run a small hotel where I work part time.

Akiko said he was very fortunate too he started out as a 'Toyoko Kid' (a street orphan), before Mr. Toranaga adopted him as a wakashu doseiaisha, (a young gay friend). Gave him a home, a job in his company, sent him to college then university. He is repaying Mr. Toranaga by working very diligently for him.

Two different cultures, from other sides of the world, with same life aspirations to succeed. My mind flashed back to Ruth and Ingrid they were no different. Akiko was another gay person I had met, there would be others in the college but I didn't know who they were.

Akiko asked; "Would your fathers and mothers hotel be looking for staff this summer, I have worked as a waiter in small hotels and cafes before Mr. Torragner adopted me."

"I will ask them for you tonight?"

The ferry journey passed quickly as we shared life's stories, one that endeared me. His company has bi-monthly Onsen's that employees and their families attend. It's a hot spring pool party where they all participate in communal naked bathing in scented warm water as they socialise.

Akiko showed me a video on his iPad off his farewell Onsen. For some reason the thought of meeting people while naked endeared me, it would never happen here though, seeing Akiko and his co-workers all naked somehow made it seem so natural.

The video was followed by some still photographs off him standing naked at the pool, took me by surprise until I remembered he was gay. Wasn't offended, actually I was quite excited about it; his next question took me by surprise.

"Do you have any photographs of you and your co-workers naked?"

I didn't, until last night, when Ruth took a video of us making out together then naked snapshots of me and together for her album before she left. I shared the naked snapshots of me, not Ruth's, they were for my eyes only.

Once we docked, I gave Akiko a lift in my father's jeep to his lodgings pointing out our hotel on the way past. He had travelled up overnight from London and was fatigued, we agreed to meet the next day at our pub after I finished college.

Next day, at college, I got the third degree 'did Ruth meet up with Ingrid and manage to get away ok.' Ruth and Ingrid are now written into Island folk-law as is Angela, should anyone ever need it.

When I arrived home from college I went in through the bar, who was standing behind the bar serving; Akiko. My father who judged people the Marines way by inviting them to, walk the walk, and not just, talk the talk, started him there and then for a day trial.

That night we both worked the bar, his polite Japanese mannerisms were an instant hit with guests and regulars, particularly his annotation of Japanese Kanji characters onto our chalk-board menu. Explaining how they were derived, word seemed to get round, particularly with college students, our bar was now busier most nights.

We worked well together Akiko's English became more relaxed and localised. Two weeks later after all my final year dissertations were submitted and college finished. Akiko and I took an afternoon-out tour of our island on bicycles. Arriving at a secluded tidal rock pool I knew, it wasn't deep its water warmed by the sun, peat burns flowing into it from the hills gave it a scented mix of sea and land. Akiko said it remined him off a sea onsen back home.

Akiko stripped, inviting me to join him in our private onsen. Sitting naked in the warmed water we talked about our lives and slowly became engrossed in each other. Akiko started to massage my leg as I massage his, he took my hand led me up to a grassy knoll as he said.

"It's that time."

We lay naked touching side by side with the sun beating down on us Akiko leaned over started to give me a slow hand job, I returned the favor. We lay side by side erotically bring each other on, I was clumsily Akiko's, like Ruth's, was smooth as velvet. My sensual rush started, which was sublime, my eyes were now closed mouth wide open as I let go over both of us, Akiko then let go over us. Akiko explained it was the flip side of the Japanese bukkake ritual but for mutual respect.

Akiko was an avid photographer still on my thrill high I let him photograph me posing naked, walking along the beach, sitting on the rocks as waves broke around me, in the rock pool and on the grassy knoll where it all happened. All artistic, none smutty or compromising. I didn't know it then something happened to me that day that would change my life.

Cycling home, I became excited, thrilled and fearful of what I had just done, later showering before starting work, I became more and more excited about the thought of doing it again. That night we worked harmoniously in the bar, it was now the height of the holiday season most nights being busy, after Ruth, students adopted our bar as their safe haven.

As I would be moving to the mainland our old staff annex had been recommissioned which Akiko now lived in. We were good friends but still had separate lives, sometimes Akiko would visit Edinburgh or London to meet clients. We still found time for our cycle explorations round the island. It was on one of those explorations we ended up back at our tidal rock pool, this time there were four naked guys in our pool, who introduced themselves as Tom, Jason, Alex and Oliver.

Tom was in his late thirties tall and muscular, seemed to be in charge, invited us to join them, Akiko stripped, unsure I followed his lead never having been a in a naked group before. Tide was starting to ebb, pool wasn't that big we split up, Akiko sat with Jason I sat with Tom, once immersed in the water I became relaxed.

Tom did the introductions, he was a college visiting lecturer in business ethics, Jason who also came from Stornoway was a student at the University of the West of Scotland in Ayr, one of the Universities I had applied too.

Oliver was at Lerwick College in the Shetland's Alex at Kirkwall College in the Orkney's, they seemed to be an item. All had attended Tom's lectures and arranged to meet here during the summer. Akiko stole their limelight when he shared his Tokyo background and work.

Tom summarised the group as; 'we are all wakashu doseiaisha's in an onsen' as he passed round a silver box with what looked like colourful smarties, inviting us to take some. Akiko added "Shane is still an apprentice wakashu doseiaisha."

Alex, Oliver, Akiko and Jason excused themselves after they left Tom put his hand in under the water and started to intimately caress me, leaned over "let me enlighten you in how to enjoying the thrill of a lifetime." Stood up, led me to the same grassy knoll Aliko and I had shared.

I lay face down on the grassy knoll, I could feel him oil me, it was thrilling, I was so excited I started to squirm, it was then I realised what the smarties were. Different from what Ruth gave me that first night, overexcited I developed a case of the flops, this time I had taken a few of them.

Foreplay was rubbing between my buttocks it was enthralling, my body motions started to incite him to continue and go further much, much further. I felt him press and slide in, he kept coming and coming ever so slowly. I was ecstatic with pleasure bodily egging him on to be more athletic. I could hear myself moan not from discomfort but extasy, his pace accelerated, all I could do was moan and moan and move with him until he let go, what an experience as it in-filled then drain as he uncorked it. As we separated, whispering in my ear;

"That's was not your first time, I can tell, was it with Akiko?"

"No; it was with Josh then Alex my international taxation and statistics lecturers, I had been drinking with friends the night before and messed up two exam paper, only my oral assessments could get me passes to avoid more re-sit's. Josh was famous for carrying out these assessments at his remote cottage in the hills above town.

His assessment started with 'this is how it works.' I was standing in front of his log fire as he came over talking slowly explaining how assessments work. Unbuttoned my shirt let it drop, undid my belt continued until I was naked, had me lay face down on a bear skin rug in front of the roaring log fire, its heat was comforting as he kneeled over me.

My first time 'velcro' moment, painful but passed, it didn't take long until he unloaded, I never enjoyed a thrill like that before. As we lay the outside door opened, my Stats lecturer Alex walked in. We watched as he purposefully stripped in front of us then joined-in, in front of the log fire. My second time which I enjoyed even more than the first, that night they did it twice more to me, once together, each time was more thrilling and erotic than the time before; Josh said.

"We all won't say anything now it's your turn."

The smarties they had given me or whatever had me throbbing so much it hurt. I received their pass marks with comfortable margins. Last I heard both of them were in Thailand teaching."

Tom was a good teacher, guided me through my first an athletic active encounter we twisted and turned on the grass until I blasted him, I was like an entrapped volcano erupting.

We eased ourselves into the now almost empty pool as the tide ebbed out, washed before the other's returned. From their facial expressions, no doubt in my mind, what they had been up too. Back in my rooms as I showered began to wonder what was I doing, Josh and Alex necessities, Akiko a thrill, Tom pure lust that I really, really relished. That night at work my mind drifted.

A few days later Akiko and I had a wet afternoon off, after a few of Tom's left-over smarties, we played games on my computer sitting on the edge of my bed wearing only our underwear. We had read of the Finnish concept of 'kalsarikänni' involves being at home in only your underwear, as a form of relaxation and self-care. It's was about letting go of inhibitions and embracing comfort as a way to unwind.

Akiko knew off a private chat site business men used when they were away from home. Logged on, it was in Japanese they were 8 hours ahead, about 11 at night their time. He had set up four synchronised cameras boxing us and looking down, streamed via his iPad and to my games consol which played on my large screen television. You could see us both sitting on the edge of our bed life size in only underwear, logged-on we were ready.

Didn't take long before Japanese Kanji characters appeared on the screen, Akiko replied then translated. Whoever it was wanted us to completely strip, after seeing Akiko's company onsen seemed an ok thing to ask, then asked us to hug each other, the smarties had started to do their thing, we were now aggressively aroused. More kanji characters.

"He wants us to wrestle as we fuck each other." What we call cock fighting, never done it before but we were up for it.

We were now so high his request set us off, we tried to outdo and Dom each-other, twisting and turning, I managed to touch then engage didn't last long before we separated, we were starting to bang each other opportunity by opportunity. Smarties gave us an escalating throbbing urge until Akiko carried through and blasted me, not being contented with failure I continued until I blasted him.

Don't know how long our show was, quite a while I think, we were soon exhausted, more kanji characters appeared' Akiko laughed as he translated.

"They all liked our wrestling and have awarded us a special bonus. They will also put it on their site so we can expect more bonuses."

I looked at the screen there was a $ sign with four numbers. Akiko explained this is a very popular live and pay as you view site in Japan. This time we have a sponsor, we could become very popular and make a lot of money, no tax it's offshore money.

Week later, Akiko gave me a link to our now streaming show, now at over $2,000. Not long after that Akiko told me he had to take up his post in Oxford. Before that he was to meet a German client visiting the Edinburgh festival, would I like to go with him? We could share a room in the 5* Balmoral Hotel, Edinburgh's top hotel. I said "yes."

We checked-in at the hotel and went up to our room, it was a suite complete with drinks bar and a large double bed. We had a lot of fun that night knowing we wouldn't be interrupted.

Following morning, we met up with not one but two clients both in their fifties. Hinrich a dark-haired German from Stuttgart, other Greg a tall American from Ohio with salt and pepper hair, both were nuclear fuel engineers for different companies. Akiko asked would I show Greg around the festival as he wanted to finalise a business deal with Hinrich.

I had been to Edinburgh festivals a few times I would be Greg's private guide. Having viewed less than half the events I could see Greg was not artistically inclined. On our way down from the Castle in one of the narrow lanes off Castle Walk was a sign for an 'adult club.' Greg said "let us start there."

It was a striptease or whatever you liked to call it, Greg seemed to enjoy life when away on business. He had mentioned a trip to Tokyo where he met Mr. Toranaga and viewed a video of me and Akiko together. The club floorshow was uneventfully boring, we left. Further down the lane passed a photographer called Tiger's advertising 'private erotic photographs' Greg was persuasive we went in.

He wanted 'erotic' photographs off us, I was excited about the idea no choice really. We were filmed as Greg erotically stripped me, like Josh and Alex had done for their reassurance of me not disclosing what had happened, his fingers went everywhere too. I was really getting into it then I was to pose provocatively on a love couch as he intimately touched me some poses were more than fruity; pornographic. For his private collection, I had heard that one before.

The Photographer suggested that we might to try something 'a bit more evocative and adventurist.' Kneeling doggy style on a mat I was banged athletically by Greg as we were filmed and as I banged Greg even more athletically. Our climaxes were epic as neither of us held back, I had taken some of Akiko's smarties and had given some to Greg. The Photographer used four synchronised cameras like Akiko had. He would photoshop and enhanced them this afternoon and WhatsApp copies to us.

We went back to the hotel for lunch when we received a message Akiko and Hinrich they wouldn't be finished until late. After a liquid lunch Greg proposed we go to my room to relax. Greg's idea was the Finish way, me in my jocks Greg in his boxers, mimicking Akiko and me sitting on the bed. He started to caress my chest slowly becoming more and more intimate, my bare butted jocks really turned him on, had me lay face down as I felt him start to stroke me, I didn't see his boxers drop.

Before I knew it, he was in, although quick was gentle, then he touched, it was like a pleasure shock, then started rubbing 'milking' me, it was extasy as he prolonged and prolonged it. I was dripping cum when he let go taking me totally by surprise. We lay exhausted in a cold sweat like frozen statue's enjoying the aftermath my eyes totally closed as he lay spooning me, between the liquid lunch and the exertion we drifted off to sleep.

Akiko or Hinrich never returned Greg stayed all night we exchanged three more times. When I woke in the morning, he was gone, I was alone with only three messages on my phone. First from Akiko saying he wouldn't be back that night and for me to catch the train home as arranged. Second from the photographer from yesterday two attached videos and ten stills. They had been photoshopped and enhanced to page 3 erotica category, videos were very explicit containing close-ups of us banging each other. Third was from Greg, all it said was 'envelope on desk.'

I opened it, hand written note said 'thanks for a great day and even better night, will cherish our photographs forever' plus $1,000 in notes. At the outset had said he would make my day worthwhile, I didn't expect being paid, although excited about being paid and being compromisingly photographed.

Didn't want to go downstairs alone for breakfast, ordered breakfast from room service, showered, dried but before I was dressed a knock on the door, breakfast had arrived. With only a hotel wrap on I let room-service in.

The floor manager was subserviently polite and incredibly camp, name was Rupert. As he laid out my breakfast enquired if my friend wanted breakfast too. All I said was "he left early, flight to catch." Asked me to sign the bill that would be added to Mr. Torragner's account, could I add my contact phone number, in case the hotel wanted to contact me, which I did. As he left said with a mischievous endearing smile "looking forward to your next visit, sir."

I caught an earlier train to Inverness changing for Ullapool, my second time in first class. Discreetly I viewed the two video's I had downloaded to my secure account before leaving the hotel. Didn't hold back, were explicit, music added made them sound like an advert you would see on the web, under personal services, the stills were good come-ons too.

Three hours after Rupert served breakfast I received a message from him. 'I hope you had an excellent stay with us, we look forward to you and your friend's next visit.' It was clear, at least to me, what he meant. I was available, should have been horrified, actually I was thrilled and excited about what he implied.

Tom.

Sitting in a burger bar in Inverness who walks in and sits down beside me, Tom the visiting college lecturer who showed me the ropes at the onsen pool. He was going to a seminar at my college in Stornoway. We chatted then caught our 80-minute train journey to Ullapool, it passed quickly as he explained.

As a student in Ayr, he got into financial difficulties then funded his studies by being paid for sex. Initially someone in the student union organised it, then for a private, expensive, sex club that had opened up nearby who hired students to entertain its members. I became totally engrossed with what he said.

He was going as an 'entertainment facilitator' for a private house swingers party, would I like to join in, it would be worth my while. As I went to decline, received a text from the ferry company, last ferry of the day was canceled, technical issues, but would be back in-service by tomorrow noon. Between frustration and the thrill of last night I said OK. Tom didn't seem to be surprised at me accepting his offer.

It was one of those remote fortress houses, complete with murder holes at the entrance. Restored by some consortium for private venues. I was to serve at the bar and deliver drinks to guest's rooms, better than sleeping on a hard bench, again, at the ferry terminal.

Bar manager asked me to deliver drinks to the Admiral Tirrell suite. Went in, I recognised who it was, he was an international rugby player that I had seen playing on television and built like a barn house door. He was lying on his king size bed with only a towel wrap on, introduced himself with. "Hello Shane, I like you, your photographs and video portfolio, Tom said you are available tonight."

Next morning we showered together I was given a brown envelope before the venue mini bus took Tom and me back to the Ferry terminal. On the ferry I started to think that was the third time I have been paid for sex and being photographed in compromising positions.

Jason.

Time came to move to the mainland to finish off my education and move into Halls of Residence at the University of the West Scotland near Ayr, which has a population of 47,000 overlooking the Isle of Arran. When I looked out of my room window, I could see its mountains so I never really feel far from home. Took a while but I think I now fit in making new friends, some also from remote islands like mine

One friend was Jason also from Stornoway in his final year, when qualified wants to see the world as a Purser on cruise ships. Although he was 'not out' on our island, knew he was gay from the onsen pool, now, he's out now living with a Sugar Daddy. It didn't stop me liking him, he was who he was and wanted to be, also took me under his islander big brotherly wing, got me a part time job in a supermarket where we worked stacking shelves.

One weekend near the end of our final term of my first year, a group of us went up to Glasgow clubbing. Somehow; I managed to get separated hadn't charged my phone then missed the last train back. Before when this happened Jason took us to an all-night sauna or an all-night Swingers club called CJ's as a cheap alternative roof for the night.

I didn't relish going back into the sauna alone with its wandering hands while wearing a low-cut towel, student discount incentive. I found it intimidating no choice CJ's were having one of their oversubscribed party nights.

To kill time until it became quieter, I wandered through the dark maze of playrooms, discreet rooms, being openly groped, spent time in the jacuzzi, sauna and steam room. Bar area to sit and relax in normal light, wasn't busy. After I sat down someone a bit older than me, nice looker, brown skinned, Indian possibly, sat beside me. He was tall had a nice smooth body, broke the ice with.

"Hi my name is Pete Lafarge I am from the Caymen Islands over here on business."

We started chatting during which he told me he works for a small company in offshore private banking and cross border taxation. I explained that is what I am studying and have to do my end of first year dissertation on offshore taxation. We chatted for about half an hour about what he did in his job, I learnt more then than I would ever learn in lectures.

We were interrupted by two guys who worked with Pete, Zac, an American and Henry a Frenchman. They brought over a big pot of Dutch coffee, both very polite, over coffee showed interest in my background and studies. Coffee finished, excused themselves they had to meet with someone, asked Pete to show me their games room and cabin. I wasn't that naïve, was at one time, no more.

We walked through the dark maze of rooms not busy still got groped. Pete took me into the 'reserved' games room, asked, "ever been in one of these rooms before." "No."

Although moving in Jason's circle of gay friends, being propositioned was a regular occurrence, some claiming I was now their mission in life to convert me to the enlightened side. I always declined, I didn't want to be gay I wanted to be with the likes of Ruth. Tonight, something was making me want to let go and have fun like I had with Akiko, Greg and my giant rugby friend.

Pete showed me whips, restraints, racks, slings, a gravity thing that rotated you upside-down and a gunner's maid where you could get a blow job or banged or both together; he asked. "Want to try it?" In for a penny in for a pound; "Ok."

It reminded me of my bicycle laying prostrate when you were beasting it, Pete strapped my arms and legs in, it had a chicken switch. What I didn't expect was wearing a blacked-out hood with earphones, my orientation went, I couldn't see or hear anything. The soft music in the earphones stopped, oriental voice said "please prepare for the thrill ride of your life" the gunner's maid started to vibrate and undulate back and forth.

The soft sexy voice said "my friend will excite you" someone started to stroke my erection, Dutch Rope coffee does that to you, voice was right I was getting excited. The voice said "my other friend has something nice for you," I felt warm wet hands on my hips then warm oil oozing between and in my butt. Music was soothing, stroking sublime butt tapping started then slid-in all harmonising with the music.

I lay enjoying the euphoric thrill of my life, it was in control I wasn't, slowly I starting to build, expecting to climax any moment now, the gunner's maid slowed. I felt cheated, it started up athletic this time, I started to build I knew nothing would stop me, wrong it slowed then started aggressively. It was the biggest thrill and climax of my life as I let go. The voice said "I hope you enjoyed me giving you the thrill of your life, until next time."

Stopped Pete unstrapped and unhooded me, exhausted week kneed and wabbit (drained) helped me over to a chair. Took a few minutes to recover, after Zac and Henry joined us, we returned to the bar area, I took a bottle of water this time. I wasn't meant to know who my two friends were.

Pete went with Henry to their overnight cabin I went with Zac to his. In the morning, a bit tender from the bosun's maid and last night with Zac who was athletic. We all went for breakfast in Grand Central Hotel; very nice.

It was then after he gave me a brown envelope, Zac proposed "when you finish this term, we would like to offer you a three-month intern position in the Cayman's, as my assistant. We will help you with your first-year dissertation and your intern thesis, which will qualify you for an honor degree and help you with your second-year thesis.

Didn't know what to say. "You haven't interviewed me?" "Yes, we just did." Discussed what the internship would entail, it was what I thought, still happy about the terms. I knew what he meant like Jason I would have a sugar daddy, didn't do Jason any harm; "OK I accept."

I completed my end of term dissertation sent it off to Zac and Henry to be Peer reviewed before submission. 32 recommended changes, meant what I wrote was not good, after I understood why, incorporated all of their changes and submitted it. After reading it my Tutor gave me my honors thesis subject, title was 'The Washing Machine' how to move untaxed money across borders.

I had just finished reading the assignment when a call came in from Rupert from the Edinburgh hotel. "Mr. Toranaga and Mr. Lafarge would like you to entertain client's this weekend." I was planning to go home, but said "OK."

Rupert.

On arrival at Edinburgh Waverly, I was met on the platform by Rupert who took me to the hotel, via its private entrance under the famous ten minutes fast clock. Mr. Toranaga's suite was as I remembered it when I shared with Greg and Akiko all those months ago. Rupert brought me back to the moment with.

"Mr. Haruto Takahashi, head of Foreign Currency is expected to be with you shortly, here is a robe to wear. A short red kimono with black and gold dragon's on it. Mr. Akira Nakamura, head of Policy will arrive late afternoon and Mr. Itsuki Saito, Chief Operating Officer will be with you overnight."

I should have been shocked with what was expected of me, Pete Lafarge who was now my mentor and friend had told me what to expect. Even after Greg and my giant rugby friend, it was my most thrilling night ever.

When Mr. Saito left in the morning said; "I look forward to our meetings in the Caymen islands." After he left, I found three brown envelopes beside my overnight bag, each with a thankyou note.

The train journey up to Ullapool was an anti-climax to the start of my career in Offshore Internation Finance, no Tom this time, last I heard he was also working in Thailand. How would I explain what my internship entailed to my parents particularly my Policemen uncle whose interrogative stare was more intimidating than actually being waterboarded.

Zac.

I arrived in the hot Caymen islands 36 hours after leaving a cold, wet and windy Stornoway. Zac, Henry and Pete met me at the airport, I was to live in Zac's mansion overlooking a royal blue sea. On arrival Zac showed me 'our room' start of a new chapter in my life.

First day in the office I learnt what the 'washing machine' was. Simply take $1,000 break it into 10,000 10 cent elements marry it to another 10,000 10 cent elements, buy shares then trade them 10,000 different ways internationally (we used 7 offshore banking hubs). After a number of transactions money was untraceable courtesy of the monetary washing machine.

I spent a few weeks doing that what Zac, Henry and Pete did was entice clients to invest in our washing machine. When a client wanted his money would say how much and where. Shares would be sold in the appropriate tax regime and converted into whatever the client wanted; untraceable. This is what I was to do my intern thesis on, a layman's sales precis; sounded exciting.

I attended my first meeting with Zac and Pete at another offshore banking hub, as we flew over Stornoway in Zac's private jet I could see my parent's hotel in the distance. My job was a bit of an anti-climax, I distributed papers, served coffee and did odd administrative jobs.

It all changed when Mr. Itsuki Saito turned up, I was to present discreetly to him how his money would be converted and banked. I was back in my red kimono Mr. Saito in his kimono I explained in bed what would happen; contracts signed.

I spent the next three days and nights with him, as we flew out on his private jet which also flew over my parent's hotel, I could see my father's jeep sitting out front. Mr. Saito gave me a private assignment to process through the washing machine $1,000,000 which I would earn a significant commission for. The next two months I flew to several offshore banking locations for similar undertakings while working on my thesis.

Back at the University, Jason at sea as a Junior Purser life became dull although Rupert did arrange some visitations. My parents and uncle were over the moon about my studies although unaware what it entailed or what I was getting paid to do, all legal albeit on the fringe.

Edward.

Following my three-month internship my second-year studies took on a new reality perception also my final course thesis was almost ready. Rupert hadn't phoned me for a few months, to be honest I was looking for a bit of excitement when I went to CJ's intending to stay all night, it wasn't a special night, relatively quiet. The Club was in full swing I sat alone at a corner table. Jason had told me how he was picked up in a similar establishment by his Sugar Daddy and what to watch for. Staring aimlessly into my beer I was startled out of my trance with.

"Hi my name is Edward do you mind if I sit here?"

He was in his late thirties, tall six foot something, jet black hair decked out in expensive designer clothes. First glance I knew he was on the hunt although there was something different that I couldn't put my finger on. We chatting, rather I listened, about everything and nothing, he bought me beers, without any come-on signs.

Our chatting became relaxed and informal nothing intimate or implied or anything sexual. Later we were joined by two of his friends, Gavin and Alan. Gavin about Edward's age equally dominant, confident with the hunter look, Alan younger probably a bit older than me. All were decked out in expensive designer clothes during the conversation flow Edward referred to Gavin as his partner, Alan as their friend.

Alan could see I was confused, added he worked for Edward and Gavin in their clothes boutique. Didn't know where this conversation was going maybe a good time to break off. Stood up and said "have to make a pit stop" Alan stood up "me too." As we bobbed round clubbers Alan touched my arm and shrugged his shoulders in a reconciler gesture.

"I know you know I am gay I think you maybe also, Edward and Gordon want us to be together tonight. I have been working for them for a while now and really want to keep my job. It's a test for me can you help me convince them I am gay; its important?"

The clubbers were now closing-in stopping us from discussing Alan's dilemma, fortunately the washroom was empty apart from noise from one of the cubicles, listening to them banging away I found erotic. I had been groped before by some of Jason's friends and at an all-night sauna, standing there, I vividly recalled what happened at the sauna.

I drifted back to the here and now and said "ok." He leaned across whispered in my ear "thankyou" as a couple walked in." They didn't bat an eyelid it was one of those anything goes places, our banging friend's vocal antics continued to entertain us. All exchanged smiles as we left to join Edward and Gavin.

We met at reception not far and a warm night we walked to their apartment arriving as the sun started to rise. Alan made us coffee, Edward and Gavin dressed down into designer Japanese kimonos and sat opposite us. My mind was racing wondering what comes next, daunting, thrilling, erotic all at the same time.

Gavin broke the tension; "you two can share our spare room tonight" Alan's responded with "this way" I followed him; it only had one oversized bed. I stripped down to my bikini underwear as Alan removed his designer trousers, no underwear exposing his intensions.

Followed me in as I clambered over the bed started to spoon me from behind. I could feel his erection squeeze in-between my buttocks, it was so thrilling I became rock hard. Our warm bodies rubbing his arm wrapped over me started to rub my bulge then slid inside holding my dick as he squeezed and stroked it. I was now euphoric as he slid my underwear down pressing-in, I discarded my tangled underwear, never to be seen again.

His wet dick squeezed between my cheeks as he stroked me, I was getting it from both ends, excited, flinching I harmonised both of us racing to a climax. It happened copiously and volcanically, both wet continued until we couldn't. Parted lay together drifting into a harmonised sleep, it had been a long day and very late night.

Morning for us didn't arrive until noon when Gordon woke us with a hearty "good morning campers!" We were naked spooning, bedclothes discarded "come as you are." We followed him into the breakfast bar, Gordon and Edward had kimonos on. Alan and I stood bare butted leaning against each other at the breakfast bar as coffees were poured.

Alan broke the silence with; "Remember I told you guys I went to an all-night sauna to see what it would be like before I started working for you and slipped into a private games room. Shane was the guy I told you about. Whose coffee was spiked, ending up giving a private show on a gunner's maid, getting a blow job from Henry a Frenchy while being and banged by an American called Zac. All arranged by their assistant Pete another Frenchy."

I didn't know that! Thinking back made sense, to level the playing field asked.

"What is the relationship between you guys and Alan?"

Gordon offered an explanation; "We were looking for a model for our new 'private' on-line catalogue, Alan was a candidate. We had him model our new offering of cross-dressing clothes, he was great the catalogue was an outstanding success now serves customer's."

Surprised with what was implied I looked at Alan inviting him to expand on what Gordon said.

"I lived in a series of State and foster homes most of my life, State kicked me out when I reached twenty to fend for myself; no funding. I should have left at eighteen someone fiddled my records.

One morning Edward found me rough sleeping in his underground parking space, I was in a state having lived on the streets for several months. Brought me up here, had me shower, I really needed it, tossed my antisocial clothes and gave me some of their designer clothes to wear.

Seeing me in their new line off clothes offered me a job to model for their new private on-line catalogue along with some come-on shots. I didn't have any choice other than go back on the street where I had been repeatedly molested because of my effeminate mannerisms and looks.

Later I worked in their boutique cleaning up, one day a crossdresser customer wanted me to model clothes for him. I had done a year at art college doing life model poses and was good at it, he also liked photographing me particularly when I was getting changed. Living in dorms I was accustomed dressing and being naked in front of others.

After a while customers wanted more than just photographs. That's why I went to the all-night sauna to see what it was like, saw you getting banged by Zac and Henry, bankers who Edward and Gavin knew. I was ok about it within reason they weren't sure, in CJ's I pointed you out to them, they said let's see how I manage with you. The rest you know, I suppose it was a 'rite of passage' for both of us."

Gavin asked me would I like to pose for their next on-line catalogue, politely declined. Not to be deterred called up the catalogue on his laptop, there was Alan in cross-dresser outfits. Looked good scrolling-on other models appeared, one in revealing underwear referred to as Angela, I recognised her from Stornoway it was Ruth, I didn't let on we had history.

Dressing my underwear awol, Edward gifted me one from their new lines in male panties. As I walked past where I had breakfast with Pete, Henry and Zac almost a year ago, they felt erotically exciting to wear. Sunday service; had to wait an hour for my train.

Ruth.

Sitting at Burger King with a coke waiting on a train, my memory drifted back to Ruth and started to wonder what happened to her. Alan discreetly gave me her mobile number with an overseas code +298. I dialed, hearing her voice sounding concerned I switched to video, her voice turned to excitement she recognised who I was.

Ingrid had gone her own way now lives outside Stockholm with a girlfriend. She and her daughter Iesha now live with a relative in Torshavn and works in a tourist shop. I could see Iesha playing with toys in the background, she had blond curly hair. Toddled over to the phone to see who was there, reminded me of a video my mother showed me playing when I was about the same age. I was still talking an hour later when my train arrived.

That week we spoke each night openly sharing our lives since Stornoway after Iesha went to bed, sometimes she joined in. I sent a video to my parents off Iesha playing along with a handful of stills to my parents. Moments after receiving them including my uncle in the background, with his interrogative stare, video called me.

Before my mother could say anything, I said; "I don't know." Her reply was "I do."

University finished Pete phoned to see when would I be coming out to the Caymen islands, I had a two-year payback contract with them. I told him about Ruth, somehow I think he knew, anyway Ruth and Iesha were to come too, along with my parents and uncle to see where I worked. He would make all the arrangements and send the company jet for us.

I was visiting Douglas on the Isle of Mann to meet a client of Pete's, we diverted to pick up my parents and uncle then onto Torshavn. While the aircraft was being refueled, we all went over to the executive lounge, Ruth and Iesha seeing us came over. My mother went over to Iesha and lifter her up, looked at me.

"Yes she is!"

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