Off Kilter (Patreon)

Each week, I'll post at least one short story in addition to other flashbacks from my tumblr archive. Check this one out below, and for VIP and Commissioner patrons, check the Discord for the photo I scrolled past one night that inspired it all.

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My friend and I grabbed our tickets and walked around the festival with the cool morning air swirling under our kilts to keep us calm. This was the first time we'd worn them authentically, and I saw a few smirks from people walking by as they wondered if we were. Finally, one brave man stepped into our path and finally asked if we were true Scotsmen. I had a planned remark ready to go, but my friend was a visual learner... without a second's hesitation, he turned around, grabbed the bottom of his kilt, and pulled it up to show off his naked ass to the man and anyone nearby.

"What about you, laddy? You a real man as well?"

I wanted to just ignore him, but a small crowd had gathered by now, and I didn't want to be laughed out of the festival before it really even began. So, with a blush forming on my cheeks as soon as I turned around, I showed off my ass as well. Right as I'd had enough embarrassment, I felt a slap on my ass followed by a thunderous peal of laughter. Dropping my kilt, I thought I'd at least gotten it all over with, but we kept running into the same question.

For the next hour, I felt like a showed off my ass to everyone there, and a few handsy patrons even copped a feel between my legs. I was so thankful the thick fabric kept my stiffening cock hidden, but that would only last so long. After a handsome set of men bought their tickets and headed inside right as we passed by the entrance, my friend had had enough.

"I can see that you're about to ask the same question we've heard all day, and I just want to prove it one last time."

Confused as to what he meant, I watched in shock as he pulled open the clasp on his kilt and let the fabric fall off his body. Grabbing the kilt before it hit the ground, he slung it over his shoulder and stood there naked from the waist down…

Camera flashes started to go off now, and I hadn't even processed that we'd probably been photographed already today. That thought was what occupied my mind enough to not notice that my friend's hands were around my own waist now. Before I could stop him, he'd quickly pulled open my own kilt and stripped me half-naked as well. He grabbed it and added it around his shoulder as well, and I was too petrified in humiliation to even cover my now rock hard cock as it stood at attention.

No matter how hard I tried to get my clothing back from him, I could do nothing but follow behind my friend as hands groped me from every angle now. Precum dotted the head of my cock as we finally left, but I wouldn't get any relief until I was safely back in our car headed home...