Oh my sweet Lord!

I got a letter from a distant relative when my father passed.  It was from a distant cousin in Scotland.  He'd been searching our family tree and was about to contact us when he found out my father died.  His word were so kind.  I truly felt like he cared about me.  The letter was long and told me about my ancestry. I was thrilled to learn about my family history going back to the sixteen hundreds.  It ended with an invitation to come to Scotland and stay with him and his family for a while so we could study the family history together.

The invitation sent my head spinning.  I had no immediate family left and wasn't close to the rest of the family.   Being gay, I was sort of the black sheep of the family.  Oh I've got a gay cousin, but he's married and miserable.  He thinks that makes him straight.  I started mulling over the idea of going to Scotland.  When Hans, my cousin sent me pictures of the land around his home, I decided I had to go.  I know, Hans isn't a Scottish name.  I asked him about it.  His mother came from Germany as a baby after WWII.  He was named in honor of her father.  

Dad had left me a fairly nice insurance policy and his house.  I'd already sold the house.  Never like that place, bad neighborhood.  He bought it when Mom died just to get away from the old house and is't memories.  I e-mailed Hans and told him I was coming.  He wrote back that he and his family were really excited.  He gushed out his plans for when I got there.  I knew I'd be truly welcome.

It took a while to get my passport.  Why I'd never gotten one, I don't know.  I guess I thought I'd never leave the country.  I landed in Glasgow Scotland in early June at seven in the morning.  Hans's Mother and  Father were waiting for me.  She was a beautiful, gentle looking lady in her early sixties.  He was a weathered, crusty man with a smile that instantly made you like him.  They explained, Hans was working late into the night and was sleeping so they came to get me.  

We drove a tiny little car to Gourock.  There we parked the car in a shelter and got in a boat/yacht. We took off west on Wemyss Bay.  It turned south and from there on, I didn't listen to any of the names and places we passed.  We were moving fast, but there was so much to see.  We moved into Kilcattan Bay and out into what I thought was the ocean.  It was around noon when we landed on the Isle of Arran.  The town was Lamlash.  We got into another tiny car and drove for about thirty minutes.

Finally, we reached a marvelous old farm house.  There were several other building around, some new some ancient.  The farm house was ancient but well refurbished.  Mr. and Mrs. MacAoidh pulled up to the front of the house and told me to go on in.  They'd park the car and be right behind me.  The garage was some distance away from the house.  I pulled my luggage out of the back of the car and knocked on the door.  It opened before I'd knocked the second time.  

Eyes opened the door.  Beautiful, kind, loving, sweet blue eyes greeted me.  "Gordon, Gordon Kilpatrick welcome." He said grabbing my hand and shaking it vigorously. "Oh, I'm so glad you came.  How was the trip?"  

I think I swooned at his accent and those eyes.  I know I stammered, "It...it was fine.  No problems at all." I said.  He was a couple inches taller than I, long slim and dressed in jeans and a Henley style shirt.  His long torso looked even longer with the way his jeans sagged low on his hips.  The shirt ended just above them, letting lovely blond hairs peek out at me.  I must have looked like I was drinking him all in.

"What do you think of me Mum and Pop.  Aren't they wonderful.  They had to get up really early.  I was chasing sheep all night.  Something broke the gate on the pin.  I think it was a neighbor." Hans said.

"Chasing them when you should have been counting them." I joked.  He chuckled.  Then I wondered if the Scottish used the same trite expression.  "Your folks were wonderful.  They're sweet." I answered.

"Come, I've made us some lunch.  We'll eat, then I'll show you around." Hans said taking my bags.  He set them to the side of the door and took my shoulder.  We went into the kitchen.  "I hope you like Cottage Pie.  I neglected to go to market yesterday.  We'll go soon if you like.  You can see the town better." Hans said.

"I'm sure I'll like it.  I'm not a picky eater." I said.  His folks walked in.

"Something smells lovely." His Mum said.

"Bloody good I'd say." His father added.  I smiled at them walking through the door holding hands.  Hans's mother kissed him on the cheek.  His dad grabbed a hand full of his curly blond hair and shook his head.  Hans smiled.

"Oh it's a lovely pie." his mother said grasping her hands to her breast.  "Come darling sit by me." she said to me.  I sat on the hand made wooden chair beside Hans's mother.  He and his dad sat on the other side of the heavy wood table.  The pie was fantastic.  I'd always heard how bad the food was in the UK. but this impressed me.  "Oh it's wonderful love." Hans's mother said.  The pint of ale was mighty fine to. 

"This is delicious.  You're a good cook." I complemented Hans.  

"I learned from the best." he said pointing to his mother.

"But 'e makes it better." his dad said.  His mother kicked him in the shin.  His dad faked like he'd been hurt.

"He really does though." Mum confessed with a giggle.  

"'E's got more patients." His father said, giving his mother an angry look.   

"'He does." She laughed.  

We talked a little about the area.  It was an Island off the Scottish coast.  Hans started telling me a little about their family.  Mr. MacAoidh was from one of the oldest families in scottland.  His ancestors fled north during the English invasions.  For a time they even took refuge in Norway, but were run out by the Norsemen.  They were farmers and herders and wanted no part of war.  When the British ban the Gaelic language from Scotland, his ancestors kept their name and way of life by moving to the islands and establishing their own Clan.  Eventually civilization caught up with them and they merged into society.  

These stories and the language had been passed down form generation to generation, but lost for a time until Hans started looking up his family.  They were scattered all over the U.S. and Europe.  Hans's family still had the MacAoidh name.  They also had letters and written records of the families past.  He found out the surname had been changed to MacKay.  That led to all sorts of problem tracing the family.

"I'm very analytic.  My specialty is research and reconciliation.  I should be able to help you trace the family." I told Hans.

"It's been wonderful learning the history for our family." Mr. MacAoidh said.

Mum and Pop were yawning after lunch.  They'd been up since very early in the morning.  They went up to their room to take a nap.  Hans showed me to my room.  We went to the entry and got my luggage.  Hans took me out and around the house to a private entrance.  I had two large rooms.  One was the bedroom with a tiny bathroom/shower, the other was a living room/dining room/kitchen.

"You won'd need the kitchen.  You'll eat with us, of course." Hans told me.

"This is really nice I told him.  Did you rent this out?" I asked.

"During the war it was added on to house refugees from the bombing of London.  Children who didn't have relatives in Northern England had to find other places to stay for a short time.  It's been empty ever since.  We thought about renting it out to farm help, but just never did it. I guess we were saving it for family." He said, giving me a big smile.

"I love the furniture.  It's so old and sturdy.  Nothing like what's made today." I said admiring the gigantic wardrobe.

"Our kitchen table is over three hundred years old.  It came from Ireland." Hans said.

"Wow, so much history here." I said.

"This house is over three hundred years old to.  Grandfather found it with no roof, only the stone walls and floor.  My father put in the plumbing and electric before he moved in with my mother.  I was born in it." Hans said.  "You must be tired.  I've got chores to do so if you'd like to nap a while, I'll come get you later." 

"That would be great.  I'm exhausted.  I've been up all night."  I collapsed back on the bed.  He reached down and pulled off my shoes.  

"Sleep then.  It will help prevent jet lag."  Hans said.  I was taken by his kindness as he lifted my feet and turned me round on the bed.  He pinched my toe as he smiled and left.  I must have gone right to sleep.  

I only slept a couple hours.  I woke feeling pretty good.  I got up and showered.  The tiny bathroom had no shower enclosure.  It had a drain in the center of the room.  The stone walls were sealed, so you just stood in front of the sink and toilet and showered.  It had a large window with no screen.  The glass opened out in two sections like double doors.  I opened them and  the view was beautiful.  Of course I was exposed to the world.  I looked around and there was no one out there so I took my shower.  When I finished, I dressed in jeans and t-shirt and went outside.

Down the hill from the house, I saw Hans chasing a lamb.  It looked more like a guy playing with his dog.  The lamb darted back and forth.  Hans jumped at it.  It slipped right through his hands.  Hans rolled over and lay on the ground laughing.  I walked down the hill.  The little lamb ran over to me and started the same game.  I tried a few time to catch it and ended up stumbling into the wooden fence.  Hans and I laughed.  The lamb ran between us, prancing like an NFL player that just made a touch down.  We played with it a few minutes more, then suddenly it started raining.  I ran into the stables.  Hans tried to catch the lamb.  I sat on a bail of hay watching them in the rain.  The rain stopped as quickly as it started.  Hans gave up.  The little lamb hopped over to him like a puppy.  

Hans was sitting on the ground and pulled off his shirt.  He stuffed it in his back pocket and picked up the lamb.  He walked into the stable where I was.  As he entered the stable my mouth betray my better sense.

Looking at the amazingly handsome, sexy stud with his jeans riding so low on his hips you knew his cock was just barely out of sight.  His wet skin glistened.  His gentle face and sensual eyes were outlined by beautiful curls of blond.  His chest was softened by a dusting of blond hair.  "Oh my sweet Lord!" I said out loud.

He turned toward me.  "What's wrong?"  

"Absolutely nothing." I said still memorized by his beauty.  "You couldn't look sexier if you were naked." I vomited out, still out of control.

"Why thank you cousin, but I don't know how you could find me sexy looking and smelling like I do right now." Hans said smiling at me.

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that.  I just met you." I apologized.

"No bother, it was a lovely complement." Hans said putting the lamb down in the hay.  He laid down beside it and petted it.  "I already figured out you were gay you know."

"How?  Did my swooning give me away when you opened the door?" I asked.

"I don't know.  Something in the way we talked.  You never mentioned a girl.  I can't tell you what it was." Hans said.

"Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Of course it is.  One has to be who they are.  I could find myself leaning that way.  I've been close to blokes before." Hans said.

"Lucky the man you bless." I said.

"Could be you ya know." Hans said.

"It might make things awkward while I'm staying here with your parents." I said.

"Don't worry about them.  They'd just like for me to be seeing someone, doesn't mater who." Hans said.

"Trying to get rid of you?" I joked.

"I think they just want someone else around.  Someone to be with me.  I haven't been with anyone in a long time.  Lost interest in love I guess."  Hans said.

"I can't believe that.  You seem like someone who'd have a lot of love to give." I said.

"Only ever met one lady who didn't want me to move away from here.  She understood, I was born her and would die here.  I'm old fashion.  I'll be her for my folks when they need me in their old age." Hans said.

He looked sad.  I didn't ask what happened to her.  "I don't know why you'd want to leave here anyway.  It's so beautiful." I said.

"You're new here.  Of course it's beautiful.  The winters are long and cold, the summers are wet.  We're so far away from the big cities.  The works dirty and doesn't pay a lot." Hans said.

"And yet you're happy." I said.

"That I am." Hans said smiling at me.  "Father's done well.  His father did well.  We've enough to live well for a very long time. We've got the boat and cars.  The wool keeps us going without touching our savings.  More than that though it's the peace we have here." Hans said laying back, stretching out with his eyes closed.

"It is peaceful." I said quietly, looking at this long body stretched out.  His jeans sagged so low I could lean slightly and see the base of his cock.  I only did that once.  I was afraid if I did it again, I'd be tempted to pounce on him.  I laid back on the hay. The rain started again.  For a short time it poured really hard.

"I'd better get cleaned up for dinner." Hans said.  He kicked off his boots and pulled off his socks.  The next thing I knew he was stepping out of his jeans.  He walked outside in the cold rain with a bar of soap and took a shower right out in the open on the grass.  It stopped raining hard enough so he walked over to a shower head on the side of the stable.  It had stone slab under it.  He finished bathing and walked back in.  He grabbed a towel from a hook on the wall and dried himself.  I couldn't help but watch his every move.  He looked at me.

"I'm sorry.  I don't mean to stare." I said.

"No bother cousin." He said happily.  He reached out and took my hand.  He pulled me to my feet.  He wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his clothes and boots.  We walked up the grassy hill to the house.  Half way there, the little lamb woke up and ran after us.  He caught up with us.  Hans smiled down at the little fellow and it walked with us right into the house.  Inside, it ran upstairs to Hans's room.

"Ever thought about a dog?" I asked.

Hans laughed.  I found him in the field.  His mother died giving birth.  He's the only one that made it.  I bottle nursed him till he could find another female who would nurse him.  He sleeps on the rug by my bed.  He'll be old enough to join the herd soon and he'll be looking for a female.

"Not soon enough for me.  He stinks." Mrs. MacAoidh said meeting Hans to take his clothes to the laundry.

"She nursed him as much as I did.  She's going to miss him when he joins the herd.  She pets him and plays with him to." Hans said.  His mother shrugged and nodded.  Hans went to the stairs and took off the towel and tossed it to his mum.  It landed over her head.  She pulled it off and swatted at him as he ran up the stair naked. "Little bugger." she mumbled with a chuckle.  

"Gordy, come on up." Hans yelled from the top of the stairs.

"Gordy?" His mother said. "Pet names already." 

I know I turned beet red so I ran up the stairs.  I told Hans what his mother had said.  He just chuckled.  We walked down the hallway that seemed too long for the house.  Then I realized it went on into a section of the second floor that was over my apartment.  Hans's room was at the end of the hall.  As we walked he talked, I watched his fuzzy butt.  What a sight it was.

His door was open we went in.  It was a large room.  At one end was his computer desk and several musical instruments.  "You play all those?" I asked.

"My favorite is the guitar."  He said pulling a pair of underwear out of a drawer in a large chest of drawers.  

"I didn't think you wore underwear." I said.

"Oh yes, except when I'm working.  I like to dangle while I work." He said flopping his cock back and forth.  I sat on the edge of his bed looking at all the stuff in his room.  "You're an interesting guy." I said noticing Rugby trophies among scholastic award.

"That's a good thing I hope." He said.  He tossed his underwear on the bed instead of putting them on.  He reached in another drawer and pulled out a fresh  shirt.  Then he got a pair of thick cotton pants out of  his wardrobe. He tossed everything on the bed then jumped on the bed behind me.  He stretched his hands over his head and stretched out.  He smelled of homemade soap and looked delicious.  I turned red again.

"What's the matter Gordy?" Hans said.

"You need to get dressed.  You're making me crazy." I said looking away from him.

"I'm sorry.  I forgot how uptight you Americans are about nudity.  I'll get dressed." Hans said.

"No, I'm sorry.  Sorry to see you get dressed.  I'd love to watch you like that all day and night.  I just don't know how well I can control myself." I said.

"I guess I've been testing you a bit.  Like I said, I forget how up tight people can be.  I'm used to outdoor showers and hanging out naked after a bath." Hans's said.

"What about you parents, your mom?" I asked.

"Mum doesn't care.  When they were younger they did it to.  Mum says her boobs, and pops bollocks hang too low now to run around stalkers any more." Hans's laughed.

"That's cool.  My folks wouldn't be seen barefoot, young our older." I said.

"Your poor folks never got very old did they?" Hans said seriously.

"Yeah, they were young.  I knew my father wouldn't last long after my mother died.  They were too close.  They truly were like one person, so in love." I told him.

"To have love like that for even a day is priceless." Hans said.

"You know, when dad died, he was smiling.  He knew he'd be with her again." I said.  The pain of their loss still hurt.  I loved my folks and missed them.  I guess I started showing my sorrow.  Hans hugged me.  

"You're going to have a new family now.  We'll love you like they did." Hans said.

"How can you say that?  We just met." I asked.

"I know, you'll see." Hans said.  He jumped up and put his clothes on.  We went down stairs to visit with his father while his mother cooked dinner.  His dad poured us a pint and we sat talking about our lives.  His father's warm smile never faded.  

After dinner, Hans brought down his guitar.  He played for us.  It was so soothing I fell asleep.  Tired from my trip and full of ale, I was down for the count.  I woke the next morning in Hans's bed.  The very first bits of light were starting to come into the room.  It was mostly dark in the room.  "This is a dream." I thought.  I was naked.

I wanted to peek under the covers to see if he was too, but I didn't dare. I thought about rolling over and "accidentally" touching him but I chickened out.  He saved me the trouble.  I was laying on my right, facing away from him.  He rolled over on his back right against my bare butt.  I sighed out loud.

"Hey cousin I've got to get up and start my chores.  You can stay in bed till you feel like getting up." Hans said softly. 

"No, I'll get up and help you." I said.  I was feeling great.  

"Lovely." Hans said cheerfully.  He jumped out of bed and opened the wardrobe.  I got up and looked for my clothes.  

"Hans, where's my clothes?" I asked.

"Ya spilled a little ale on them when you fell asleep last night.  Mum's going to wash them.  You can wear these." He tuned and pulled out a thick cotton hoody and cotton drawstring pants. I hardly saw them coming when he tossed them to me.  I was too busy noticing his morning wood.  I slipped on the clothes.  He dashed off to the bathroom.  When he came back, the morning fluff was soft but still there.  I'd lost mine.  I went to the bathroom.  When I came back he was dressed like I was.  He gave me a pair of thick socks and I put my shoes on.  He dawned thick socks and boots.  

We walked quietly down the stairs and out the front door.  The little lamb followed sleepily.  The crisp morning breeze went right through the woven hoody I had on.  "Wow, aren't you cold?" I asked him.  His shirt was much thinner than mine.

"Naw, it's nice this morning.  Come on let's run.  That'll warm you up." Hans said dashing down the hill.  I ran behind him.  The early morning light made his blond curls glow.  We ran to the sheep pins.  Hans fed the Dogs and filled the water troth.  When the dogs were finished eating, he let the sheep out to graze.  The lamb ran along with them.  We watch as they headed for a grassy field bordered by large rocks. "She'll be staying with the herd soon." Hans said smiling at the three little ones who'd joined her.  They romped and bounced like rabbits. 

From there, we milked a cow.  I learned quickly how to do it.  Hans joked about me knowing how because I'd "done that sort of thing often".  I got him back saying "Yeah but they were always bigger and harder and I only got milk at the end."  He laughed and winked, "Maybe you'll try that on me some time."  I probably turned red again.  He had no idea how I wanted to right then.  His pants sagged low and his shirt exposed his fuzzy pubes every time he lifted his arms.  His cock and balls shuffled around in his loose pants.  I could have just reached out and pulled the string on his  pants and they'd have fallen to the ground.

We took the milk to the house, then headed for the chicken coop.  Hans had several dozen huge chickens.  The eggs were bigger than I'd ever seen at the supermarket.  He also had ducks and geese.  We collected a couple goose eggs.  He held one up saying "Breakfast".

I took them to the house while he fed the pigs.  When I returned he told me he was going to slaughter one that day.  I assured him I wouldn't be around when he did.  He smiled, "You've a soft heart. I like that."

"I'm just a wimp." I countered.

"Somehow I don't believe that." Hans said. 

He took me to a small stone building that looked like it had been built hundreds of years ago.  It was round and had a domed roof.  The door was over heavy lumber at least two inches thick.  There was no light, just a hole in the center of the dome about six inches round.  There were rectangular holes at the base of the walls.  It was all black inside and smelled of smoke.  Outside, there was a large pile of logs under a lean-to.

We hauled several logs inside the building.  then gathered an arm load of kindling from a barrel.  Hans built a fire.  When it was lit and burning well, we left and closed the door.  Hans pointed out the victim.  It was a huge hog.  "I wish you hadn't told me that." I said.

"You never lived on a farm?" he asked.

"No.  My father's family did, but I was an army brat.  Strictly a city boy." I said.

"This will be good for you then.  It's good for folks to see where their food comes from.  They appreciate it more." Hans said.

"I'm sure that's true.  I've had a vegetable gardens, sometimes more for the fun of it than any practical purpose.  It's cool, eating something you've grown." I said as we walked along.

"Then you'll like where we're going next." Hans said pointing over the hill.  At the top of the hill, we looked out over a valley of  crops.  "Father say's I'm crazy to try to grow all this stuff by myself with no farm equipment.  I don't have enough of any one thing to buy expensive equipment.  He's happy as long as I can supply him with enough barley to make his ale." Hans said.

"He makes his own ale?" I asked.

"Yeah, did you like it?" Hans asked.

"It was wonderful.  I've never tasted anything like it." I said.

"No one has.  He smokes just a little of the grain to mix with the batch.  You can't really taste the smoke, but you'd know the difference if it was missing." Hans said proudly.  "He also makes a lovely whiskey.  I make raspberry brandy for Mum." 

"You're a bunch of alcoholics." I teased.

"That's the Irish." Hans laughed.  He took me into the valley to see his crops.  He had broccoli, potatoes, onions, gourdes and squash,  and asparagus among other things.  There was a line of raspberry bushes taller than we were and a patch of strawberries.  

"Wow! How do you keep all of this going?" I asked.

"I start early and work late when I have to.  I have a degree in horticulture.  This is my experiment.  It's totally organic.  I use plant oils and teas for insecticide and animal dung for fertilizer.  The only problem is pests like that." Hans said pointing at a little guy poking around in his squashes.  We crouched and I circled around behind him.  Then we rushed him.  Hans pounced on him like a mountain lion.  The guy was in his teens, skinny and small.  Hans knocked him to the ground and sat on him.

"What have I told you boy?" Hans yelled, slapping the guy across the face.  He didn't slap him hard, just hard enough to get his attention.  "You don't have to steal from me." He slapped him again.  

"I'm sorry Hans." The guy cried.  "Father's on a binge and we're staving." He pleaded.

"Nothings ready to pick yet.  You can't find enough here to eat.  Get up." Hans snapped, pulling the little guy to his feet.  "Is your sister okay?" Hans asked.

"She cries all the time.  I can't stand it.  I wish my mom would come back." The little guy cried.  Hans held him tight.

"She's never coming back Brodey.  Not so long as your father's alive.  He's not hitting you guys is he?" Hans asked.

"No worse than you just did." The boy said.

"I'm sorry about that.  I lost my temper.  It just makes me mad that you won't come to me for help." Hans said.

"I'm ashamed." Brodey said.

"Of what?  You're not your father and your not the reason he's so damn useless.  If anything, you should be proud of the way you've been able to take care of Milly.  But you don't have to do it by stealing." Hans said.

"I don't know what to do.  I lost my job in town.  Father made a scene at the restaurant." Brodey said.

"Come with us.  I'll fix you up with some food.  Then you come over later today and I'll have some pork for you to take home." Hans said taking Brodey under his arm and leading him to the house.  There he made him a basket of bread and eggs, some potatoes and onions.  "It's not much, but it will help.  Be sure to come over around five." Hans told Brodey as he left for home.  "I'm scared for them." Hans told me as the boy went out of sight.

"Was that Brodey?" Mrs. MacAoidh asked from the door. 

"It was.  Aron's on a binge again." Hans answered.

"Oh dear, we're going to have to  get those children out of that house." Mum said.

"He's coming over this evening.  I'm going to have him a roast and ribs.  I'll talk to him then." Hans said.

"Where can they go?" I asked.

"Did you mind snugging me last night?" Hans asked.

I had to smile at the way he phrased the question. "Snugging you?  No, not at all." I chuckled.

"Then you can stay in my room and they can have the apartment." Hans said.

"Oh yes, yes indeed, that's a lovely idea." Mum said grasping her hands to her breasts.  Hans took off running like a cheetah.  In no time he'd caught up with Brodey.  Brodey set the basket down and hugged Hans.  They hugged for a long time.  Even at the distance, I could see Brodey wipe the tears form his eyes.  Hans trotted back to the house.

"He's going to bring her as soon as they can sneak out with their clothes." Hans said happily.

Much later that day after Hans had killed the hog and he and his father had butchered it up, Brodey and his little sister came running over the hill.  Brodey was carrying two big cloth sacks.  They ran up to the house breathlessly.  Mrs. MacAoidh grabbed them in a grandmotherly hug.  Milly was crying.  Brodey was exhausted.  His arm was bandaged.  I ran to help him with the sacks.  "What happened to your arm?" I asked.

"Father got mad when he saw the eggs I was boiling for Milly and me.  He hit the pot and splashed boiling water all over the place.  Milly's got a spot on her leg." Brodey said starting to tear up himself.  I looked at Milly's leg.  It was very red in a spot about the size of a baseball.  I ran upstairs to my things and got a tube of aloe jell.  Mrs. MacAoidh had them sit down and unwrapped Brodey's arm.  It was badly blistered from the elbow to the wrist.  He was shaking from the pain. We popped the blister's to relieve the pressure, treated the burns and re-wrapped it with clean sterile bandages.  I treated and wrapped Milly's leg.  

Mrs. MacAoidh had them rest on the sofa while she made dinner.  I went to tell Hans they'd arrived.  He nearly went insane when I told him about the burns.  His father and I calmed him down.  We quickly finished  wrapping some of the pork.  Some we hung in the smoke house and some we packed in salt.  We must have carried a hundred pounds of meat up to the house where Mrs. MacAoidh would make sausages the next day.  We got inside just as a cold rain started pouring.  "I've got to close the sheep pins." Hans said.  

"I'll do it." I volunteered.  

"Ah, bless you." Hans said.  I ran through the deluge to the pins.  I couldn't even see them through the down pour.  The dogs hand already corralled the sheep  Most were huddled under a shed.  I got there just in time to see one of the dogs pulling the gate closed.  I checked it and it latched itself.  "Thanks puppy." I called out and ran back to the house.  Hans was amused I'd made an unnecessary trip.  I was soaked to the bone.  My clothes clung to  my body like skin. Hans brought me a big thick towel.  I took my cloths off and wrapped up in the towel.  I was shivering cold.

"Run up and take a hot shower."  Mum said.  I got to the top of the stairs and asked her if I should throw her my towel.  She giggled, covered her eyes and dashed away.  I got in the shower under the warm water.  It felt wonderful.  A minute later, Hans joined me.  He wrapped his arms around me and swung me out of the flow of water to get under it himself.  "Woo, you stink." I joked.

"No doubt I do." Hans said.  "It's been a long day.  I can barely raise my arms." He added running his finger through his hair.  I took the shampoo and squirted some in my hand.  I ran my hands through his hair.  "Oh that's bloody heaven." He sighed.  I smiled at the look of pleasure on his face.  I scrubbed his hair for a couple minutes then ran my soapy hands down his face.  He sputtered soap suds and laughed.  

"Want me to wash the rest of you?" I asked jokingly...okay, I wasn't really joking.  

"You naughty boy." He teased.  "Sure" he added.

I took the soap and rubbed it all over his chest.  We turned so he'd be out of the water while I soaped him down.  I rubbed soap all over his upper body, down his legs and feet.  Then I stood up and worked a lather up in my hands.  I reached down at his groin.  I looked him in the face and raised my eyebrows waiting for his reaction.  He smiled and shrugged.  I gently rubbed his groin and butt at the same time.  I tickled his butt hole with one finger playfully.  He made a nelly little "Woo hoo".  We both laughed.  

I'd hoped he'd get aroused, but he only got slightly fluffed.  I didn't get overtly sexual.  I went back to massaging his back and shoulder.  "Oh that's so lovely Gordy. Thank you." 

"Obviously my pleasure I said." realizing I was aiming my hard bone at his butt.  He looked back over his shoulder.  

"Yipe that's dangerous." He joked.  Then just to drive me even crazier, he backed up, backing me into the wall.  He bent over and rubbed his butt up and down my groin.  He was jacking me with his butt crack.  

"Oh my God you've got to stop." I laughed.  

"Why, doesn't it feel good?" He asked.

"Oh ho, you have no idea." I chuckled.  He kept it up.  I gave in and enjoyed it.  I'd been turned on since the  very first second I saw him.  I'd wanted to run off and jack off several times.  My balls were loaded and ready to fire.  Fire they did, all the way over his shoulder, hitting him on the chin as he turned his head slightly.  I cracked my head on the wall, lurching in ecstasy. He got a kick out of that.

"You okay Gordy. Don't faint on me now." He laughed.

"It's been a while." I panted.  Hans turned and wiped my cum off his chin, he smeared it on my nose.  He washed the rest off his back.  Then he pulled me under the water.  He reached up on the shelf for the shampoo.  His arms were tight.  "You relax." I said and took the shampoo.  He leaned against the wall while I washed..  We helped each other dry off, got dressed and went down for dinner.

Brodey and Milly gobbled their food down.  I could see the dark circles under Brodey's eyes.  Milly looked fine.  Brodey had been giving her all his food.  After dinner, Mr. MacAoidh found two big umbrellas and took the kids to their apartment.  When he came back he said, "You should have seen those two when they saw their rooms.  It was like they'd been sleeping in the street.  They couldn't wait to get in bed."

"What are we going to do about them?" Mum said.

"I'm going to call the authorities.  Aron needs to go to jail for the burn on that boy's arm." Hans said.

"We'll call them in the morning." Mr. MacAoidh said.  Hans and I went to bed next.  We stripped down and crawled under the cover.  I lay on my back with my eyes closed feeling so at home it scared me.  I'd only planned to be there a month. at the most.  The thought of going home seemed like the worst thing in the world.  I stared at the ceiling in the dark.  Hans fell asleep quickly.  

I woke at the edge of dawn as Hans slipped out of bed.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Hans said.

"You're supposed to wake me.  We've got chores to do." I said getting out of bed.  We both sported morning wood.  We laughed at each other like kids.  Hans came over and we had a "sword" fight till I just had to piss and ran to the bathroom.  We dressed as the day before and headed out.  

The morning air was cool but not as cool as the day before. We let out the sheep, I milked the cow while he gathered eggs.  We took them to the house.  Then went to the smoke house.  The meat they'd put in there the evening before smelled ready to eat.  Hans tested some of it and took some down.  Other pieces, he left.  We added a small amount of wood.  We carried all the meat we could up to the house.  We walked in with it and the whole house smelled of it in just seconds.  

Mum came out of their room first.  "Oh now you've made me hungry." she said swatting Hans on his butt.

We racked the meat to cool before wrapping it to freeze.  Mum gave Hans a list of the herbs she needed for the sausages.  "You grow these to?" I asked.  

"Some grow in this area, others I grow in a greenhouse.  I wish I could grow the spices." Hans said.

"That's cool.  What kind of sausages to you make?" I asked Mum.

"All sorts.  I had my mother's recipes from Germany and some from all over the world.  We love them." She cooed. 

"Do you need any help?" I offered.

"No, Father and I love doing it. It's our once a year project we look forward to every year.  We pour a pint of ale and giggle our way through it." She said.  She was so cute.  Such a happy woman.  

Hans and I went to the garden to check the crops.  He was showing me how to trim grape vines when we saw Aron stumbling across the field toward the house.  Hans took off running.  I tried to follow.  He stopped short.  Aron was carrying a shotgun.   He hadn't seen us.  We circled around behind him and approached him carefully from behind.  He started yelling before he got to the house.  His yelling covered any noise me were making.  When he lifted the gun and fired off a shot because now one would come out, Hans attacked. 

He ran up and drop kicked Aron in the back between his shoulders.  The gun flew in one direction and a bottle of scotch in the other.  Aron flew forward and slid on his face.  Hans dropped on top of Aron.  Aron couldn't move.  His face was bloody from his broken nose.  I grabbed the shotgun.  Mr. and Mrs. MacAoidh ran outside.

Hans got off Aron and stomped around screaming at him.  Slowly Aron got to his feet.  But fell over drunk so he reached for his scotch.  Mr. MacAoidh snatch it up.  We held him there until the cops came.  They'd already gotten him in their car when the kids came around the corner.  They'd slept through everything but the sirens.  Brodey saw his father in the car and smiled.  Aron was raising hell, telling the cops we'd kidnapped his kids.  One cop had a real attitude.  He started arguing with Mr. MacAoidh.  They were getting quiet sharp with each other.  Brodey ran up and pushed the cop back, out of Mr. MacAoidh's face.  He showed the cop his arm.  Suddenly the cops attitude changed and his anger was centered on Aron.

We all stood and watched as they drove away.  Aron was kicking and thrashing around in the back seat. Mrs. MacAoidh held the kids.  Milly was whimpering, but Brodey had a big smile on his face.  We went inside where Mum made breakfast.  Hans blessed me with a huge mug of coffee.  Tea just didn't cut it for me in the morning.  "Oh you're so sweet." I teased Hans.  He blew me a kiss playfully.  Mum giggled. Dad smiled.  The kids laughed.  It was so nice to hear them laugh.  Little Brodey was in agony with his arm.  We decided he needed to go to a hospital.

"Son you have to take him.  You can get there much quicker than we can." Mr. MacAoidh said.

"Yeah, we can't take any chances with infection and we don't have anything for the pain." Hans said.  I'll take him in to Glasgow.  They might keep you there for a few days, Brodey.  Are you okay with that?" Hans said. 

"Sure but can we bring Milly to?  She's burned to." Brodey asked.  

"Of course.  Eat up and we'll go right away.  Say Gordy, you should come with us.  If they do keep them, we'll go shopping and sight seeing." Hans said.

"Oh you must. Take him to the highlands and show him around there if the weather permits." Mum said.

"I'll log on and check the weather." Hans said.  "I'd love to take you kids to, but you need to let the hospital take care of you for a couple days.  You don't look good, Brodey." Hans said brushing the boys hair out of his eyes.

"I don't feel good either." Brodey said.  We quickly finished breakfast and got dressed for town.  Hans checked the weather and made some other inquiries.  The four of us headed down the hill to the big building that was once a stable, but now was the garage.  Hans opened the big double doors.  My eyes popped.  

There along side the little car was a helicopter.  The rotors folded back and there was a winch with a metal cable holding it in the garage.  The floor slopped toward the door.  The kids got all excited.  Yeah, I did to.  Hans pushed a button and told me to pull on the front of the helicopter.  It started moving with little effort.  We rolled it outside, clear of the garage.  Hans closed the door and we climbed in.  Hans gave us all helmets with visors and communication devices.  The kids looked funny, like bobble head toys.  We strapped in and took off.

"You never cease to amaze me.  You're a farmer, shepherd, butcher, kick boxer, musician and now a pilot." I said.

"Jack of all trades master of none." Hans joked.

"It looks to me like you've mastered them all." I complemented.

"Father taught me to do what ever I want, but don't half ass it." Hans said.

"Your family must be quite wealthy, with a private dock in town here and on the mainland. Two cars. a helicopter and this beautiful farm." I said.

"Our family owned a lot of land in the highlands and here in the Isles.  Father sold a lot of it but still kept spots here and there.  I'll show you the highland property.  It will blow you away." Hans said.

The ride was smooth until we got to the city.  Then the air got a bit unsteady and the helicopter bumped around a little.  Brodey was miserable but at the same time, having the time of his life.  Milly looked scared but she giggled nervously.  Hans called in and informed the hospital he was coming.  They told him where to land.  It was like a Care flight.  They were there with gurneys to grab the kids and roll them in.  The hospital crew helped us fold back the rotors and roll the copter to the side of the parking lot we landed in.  They'd roped off a section for us to land.

"Brodey seemed to collapse into their care.  Milly was more worried about Brodey then herself.  She wouldn't let them take her away from him.  The nurses began undressing Brodey.  We were all shocked.  He had welts and bruises all over his body and his side and privates were scalded to.  When the air hit his skin, he fainted.  They rushed him to another room.  We explained to Milly he need to be treated right away and she'd be in their way.  She understood.  The doctors checked Milly over thoroughly.  She was malnourished and had been for a long time.  Brodey was even worse.  He was seventeen years old but looked like he was twelve.  He'd suffered so much trauma and was so undernourished for so long in his short life his body had quiet developing.  

"The doctors were intent on keeping both children for at least a week.  The Glasgow police came and made a report of all their injuries and general condition.  There was no more we could do.  We said goodbye to the kids and left.  Milly was fine with us leaving, but Brodey wasn't so happy to see us go.  He understood we couldn't stay there though.  

We pulled out the helicopter and set the rotors.  We took off for the airport.  There, we refueled and flew off to the highlands.  It was the most amazing place I can remember ever seeing.  We flew north to Fort Augustus where we refueled.  Then we went north west a while.  He landed on a ridge overlooking a lake.  We got out.  The air was comfortable and dry.  I looked around and he was butt naked.  "What are you waiting for." he said as the ran past me, down the hill and off a cliff over the lake.  

I stripped off and ran after him but stopped at the edge of the cliff.  It was only about twenty feet up, but I wanted to see what I was going to land on.  he was treading water below me.  It was so clear, I could see his feet clearly, but it was dark blue.  It must have been very deep.  I dove off and splashed in beside him. 

I scurried to the top. "OH MY SWEET GEEZUS IT'S COLD!!" I screamed when I came up. He burst out laughing.  We swam around for a couple minutes but I had to get out.  I climbed up on a rock in the sun.  The surrounding hills blocked any breeze, so I warmed up quickly.  Hans finally came out and we climbed up the hill.  The grass was soft and thick.  We ran around and played like two little kids.  My stomach growled.  

"You're hungry." Hans said.  

"Starving" I agreed.

"Let's go." Hans jumped in the helicopter naked I followed.  We flew over a tiny group of buildings and landed.  Hans got out.  A couple second later a naked man and woman came out of one of the houses.  They greeted Hans like a rock star.  "Where is everyone?" Hans asked.

"Gone for supplies.  You just missed them." The man said. 

"We've only got a few seconds, but since we were up here we wanted to come say hi.  This is my cousin Gordon from America.  Gordy, this is my college professor Dr. Perry and his wife.  He's one of them Irish I told you about.  He's okay though. 'E married a Scot." Hans joked.  

Dr. Perry grabbed Hans and squeezed him.  "Mah favorite student, and the best." he said kissing Hans on the cheek.  "Come inside for a minute, 'avent seen you in so long.  'ow've you been doin'?"  He asked Hans.

He still had his arm around Hans as we walked to the house.  His wife took my hand.  

"He's such a lovely boy." She said nodding at Hans.

"That he is." I said quietly.  

Inside, Dr. Perry offered us a pint.  Hans drank half of his and gave me the rest. "Not like me dad's is it?"

"No, it's good, but you dad's is better." I admitted.  I'd drank mine quickly out of sheer hunger more than thirst.  

"Yer dad still conjuring up his brew?" Dr. Perry asked.

"Oh yeah.  He's got me getting close, but his is still better.  I think he's holding out on me so his is the best." Hans said.  "Oh I've got something for you.  It's been sitting in the chopper for month in case I came up."  Hans ran outside and brought back a big bottle of whiskey.  "It's not very old but it's good." he" said handing it to Dr. Perry.  He also had a bottle of raspberry brandy for his wife.  Both excitedly tasted their gifts and were thrilled.  

Hans sat beside me on the sofa. We talked about the States and my life some.  When asked if I was there to stay, Hans looked at me waiting for and answer.  "Right now I can't imagine leaving." I said.  Hans grinned.  He threw and arm over my shoulder and hugged me.  I prayed I wouldn't get a boner.  We walked outside and strolled around while we talked.  Dr. Perry and Hans walked off to talk.  I visited with the professor's wife.  I watched Hans.  

"He's needed someone like you to come around." She said.

"I needed someone in my life to." I agreed.  I told her about my family passing and being alone.

"He's got his folks, but he was still lonely." She said.

"I can't imagine a guy like him being lonely." I said.

"It's a long story.  I'll let him tell you when he ready." she said as the guy returned.

We said goodbye and got dressed before leaving.  We flew to a fishing village where were found a restaurant.  We topped off the tank and headed back to Glasgow.  Hans called his folks and told them about the day and the kids.  He told them we'd stay the night and shop tomorrow before coming home.  He took a list of thing his mother needed.  We stopped by the hospital and visited the kids.  They'd put them in the same room.  Brodey was on an IV.  He was wrapped up like a mummy except for his left arm and leg and his face.  He joked about peeing in bed.  He had a catheter in.  Hans pulled the covers back and made fun of his penis sticking out of the bandages.  Milly giggled.  Brodey slapped at him with his good arm.

Hans kissed them both on the foreheads as we left.  We went to the hotel.  The next day we went shopping and flew back home.  A few days later, we went to see the kids.  Both were doing well, but Brodey told us his father had been released.  They'd found him dead in a ditch that morning.  

"Well, you know you've got a place to stay when you get out.  Have they said when that will be?" Hans asked.

"I don't know.  They said there's something wrong with my heart.  They'll keep Milly with me though." Brodey said.

"Your heart?" Hans asked.

"Yeah, something about the rhythm is off." Brodey said.  We went to the nurse and asked her about him.  She explained his malnutrition for such a long time had caused it.  She said they hoped to correct it by giving him supplements and keeping him hydrated.  His burns would heal nicely and there won't be any serious scaring.  When asked how long he'd be there, she said at least a couple weeks.  We flew home and told Mum and Dad.  

The next couple weeks went quickly.  Every day was a total pleasure.  Hans and I were together all the time.  We showered together, playing round every time, but not sexually.  We slept together, and sometime would wake holding each other.  Finally one morning Father asked if I was going to leave.

The question hit me like a baseball bat.  I'd been trying to avoid thinking about it. I thought long and hard before answering.  "In a perfect world, I'd stay here till the day I die." I said.  Hans was silent.  I couldn't look at anyone.  Hans got up and walked outside.

"I haven't seen him so happy in two years." Mum said.

"Has he told you about his fiancee?" Father asked.

"No" I said. 

"She died in a terrible car crash the night before their wedding.  He was at his stag party." Father said.

"Oh no." I cried.

"He's never been the same till you came.  I don't know anything about that kind of relationship, but I know he's in love with you.  I think you're in love with him." Father said.

I sat shocked.  "We adore you." Mum said taking my hand.

"We'd love for you to stay if you and Hans want that." Father said.

All I could do is sob.  Hans came in.  "I don't want you to go Gordy.  I want you to stay here and never leave.  Mum, Dad I hope you do to." Hans blurted out as he walked back in the room.

"I don't want to go, but what about my visa." I asked.

"I've got that covered.  I know the right people." Father said.  I stood up and turned to Hans.  He grabbed me and kissed me squarely on the lips for the very first time.  Mum clapped her hands.  Father grinned and hugged his wife.

It was settled.  I was home.

The hospital called later that day and told us Brodey was ready to be released.  Though he was old enough to be on his own, they didn't want him to be unsupervised for a while.  The heart problem had gone away, but they wanted to make sure he was fed well.  We flew over the next morning and picked them up.  Flying back, we passed over his house.  Hans didn't mean to, but there was a private plane in the area.

"Do you think we can make it a home again? Brodey asked Milly.

"Again?  We'll make it a home for the first time." Milly said wisely.  That they did.  Over the next few months, they worked on Hans's farm for food and some pay.  Hans and I helped them plant their own garden and increased ours.  We set them up with chickens and a dairy cow.  Milly started going to school and taking classes in being a homemaker.  Brodey put on weight and grew stronger every day. 

Hans and I made love in every corner of his property, in every building, the shower and the bedroom.  We took trips to the highlands and visited Dr. Perry and his friends.  We spent days strolling through the highlands butt naked.  Once we got caught in and early snow and made love in the snow.

At home, we openly showed our love in front of Mum and Pop.  It made them happy.  We were all happy.