Plowed at the Sausage Shop

Scott loved the Highland Butcher for two reasons. First, it was a couple miles from his house, and it was the only deli in town that sold real haggis, the highlight of any family event. The other delis in Mount Two Timbers sold poor substitutions.

Second, Callum was the owner and primary butcher. He had to be at least six foot four inches, towering over Scott’s five foot eleven. His arms were thick as cabers, always busting out of his white shirt, covered in thick black hair all the way to his knuckles. Black hair always tufted out from the top of his shirt line. There was a sparkle in his hazel eyes and his smile could tame a herd of highland cattle. Plus… the accent. Callum’s accent alone made Scott’s bulge harden.

The day before a big family dinner Scott had to work later than expected. He was running late to get to the Highland Butcher and the thick snow that fell only made driving that much worse. He felt lucky when he saw that there were several parking spots available right in front of the building. He checked his watch: 5:59pm. He could see Callum walking to the front of the store to change the sign from open to closed.

“No, no no no no no,” Scott yelled.

Callum had the sign in his hands halfway flipped and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

“A’m sorry, it’s 6pm, A’m closing.”

“I just need a haggis. I’ll be quick, please. I need it for my family’s holiday dinner tomorrow and I know you are closed tomorrow.”

“Okay, be quick, bit th’ plows ur comin’.”

The accent. Scott barely heard what he had said because he was focused on the fact that he had worn a jockstrap that day and he could feel his cock begin to push against the soft fabric that cupped him.

Callum opened the door for Scott and let him inside. He locked the door behind him and changed the sign to closed.

“Ye lik’ haggis? Tis mah seicont maist populaar product.”

Callum took off his apron and slung it on the back of a chair. He brushed his hands through his wavy black hair.

“Yeah, my family is very traditionally Scottish. We have it for every gathering.”

“Hae a seat. They’re in th’ back, be a moment.”

The snow was really coming down outside and the light was quickly fading. The street lamps had turned on. The deli was decently warm though. Scott took off his coat and sat at one of the lunch tables.

“juist th’ yin?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Scott got up and walked toward the counter near where Callum had gone into the back.

“How mony urr ye wanting?”

“Oh, I’ll take two if you have it.”

Callum brought two paper wrapped haggis up to the counter and set them next to the register.

“A’richt that wull be thirty dollars.”

Scott dug into his pants for his wallet. He could’ve sworn he saw Callum’s eyes target the very present bulge in his pants as he tugged at the tight jeans. He slipped three ten dollar bills out and handed them to Callum.

“Thank you, I’m sorry to have kept you. I owe you one for staying open for me.”

A sound could be heard in the street outside. It was a metal on rock dragging kind of sound and as quickly as the two men could turn their heads a snowplow pushed its way down the street, piling a thick mound of snow around Scott’s car.

“Ah tellt ye th' plows wur comin'.”

“Fuck,” Scott said.

“Ye wilnae be able tae git yer car oot to’nicht.”

“I only live a couple miles. I can walk home.”

“In this waither? Hae a seat, let me wash up 'n' ah will tak' ye hame.”

Scott sat back down at the table and Callum began to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off to reveal a stained white tank top underneath. Thick black hair sprung out of it from every angle.

Scott fidgeted in his seat, his jockstrap was getting extremely tight, and he wanted to adjust. He slipped a hand under the table and pushed at his erection to get it into a comfortable position.

Callum pulled a tray of meat out of the counter and took it into the back room. He came back out and started to wipe down the display.

“You said haggis is your second most popular item?”

“Ah did.”

“What’s your first?”

Callum didn’t answer right away. He finished wiping the display, tossed the rag in the sink, washed his hands and came over to the table where Scott sat. He kept eye contact with Scott as he unzipped his pants and let a hefty cock slip out and slap against the table. It was as large as one of the salamis hanging in the window.

“Mah best uncut link. Wantae huv a go?”

Scott looked up at Callum with a glint in his eye and Callum looked back with his killer smile. Scott was mesmerized.

Callum reached behind Scott’s head and guided him forward until the tip of the uncut monster touched his lips. He opened them softly and Callum slipped inside. Callum’s foreskin brushed Scott’s tongue as he swallowed the sausage whole.

Scott angled his chair outward and Callum straddled him, pushing deeper into his throat. Callum’s black bush pressed against Scott’s face. Scott could smell the scent of a long day’s work on him, inhaling strands of black pubic hair with each thrust in his mouth.

Scott looked up into Callum’s eyes.

Callum continued to pump inside Scott’s mouth as he crossed his arms and gripped the bottom of his tank top, stripping it up and over his head. His pink nipples barely crested through the thick forest of fur on his chest. Scott reached up and flicked at one.

“Ye wanna play, laddie?”

Callum grinned and pulled Scott to his feet and in one quick movement, hoisted him up and over his shoulder. He took him over to the cheese counter.

“Dae ye lik’ yer shirt?”

“Huh? My t-shirt? It’s nothing special.”

Callum grabbed his shirt by the collar and tore it off Scott’s body before pressing him against the cheese counter. The cold glass sending shivers down his spine, but he was quickly warmed by Callum pressing against his chest and kissing him. Their tongues skimming each other’s teeth and their lips sticking together as they parted.

“Turn around, take aff yer trousers.”

Scott let the shreds of his shirt fall off as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground.

“Ah see ye cam prepared,” Callum tugged at the elastic on Scott’s jockstrap and let it snap back against his peach fuzzy ass.

Scott was pressed firmly against the glass of the case, his breath fogging it up and the palms of his hands leaving imprints. Callum gripped each cheek of Scott’s plump ass in his big hands and squeezed and spread them apart, letting his thumb tease at Scott’s pucker.

“Ye think ye kin tak’ it?”

“Yes, ye… aye, Sir,” Scott mumbled.

Callum spit into his hand and began to stroke while the other hand continued to play with Scott’s hole. Callum pressed the head of his cock against the hole and then spit on it again before pushing slowly inside.

Scott held his palms firm against the glass as he felt Callum’s meaty balls bounce against his taint with each thrust. His cock rubbed up and down on the glass case, teasing out precum that streaked across the glass. Callum put his hands behind his head and leaned back as he thrust, moaning with pleasure.

“A’m needin’ tae go slow,” Callum whispered into Scott’s ear as he slowed his thrusts. He began to play with his nipples as he rocked in and out of Scott.

Callum reached forward and slipped his hand into Scott’s jockstrap. He let it loose from its cotton tether and began to stroke it.

“Ah lik; yer curve,” Callum said as he continued to stroke, using Scott’s own precum as lube.

Callum stopped thrusting and pushed himself hard against Scott, running his tongue from the back of Scott’s neck up to his ear. He bit at Scott’s earlobe and squeezed at his chest.

“A'm aff tae mak' ye spunk first,” Callum whispered. He pulsed his cock inside Scott and began to stroke Scott slow and smooth, increasing in speed.

Scott wiggled and pushed, but he was completely at the power of Callum. He began to cum and Callum caught it with his other hand.

He pulled his cock out of Scott and flipped him around. He rubbed his own cock with Scott’s lube before picked Scott up hoisting him on top of his cock. Scott gripped at Callum firm hairy shoulders as he was tossed up and down on the cock.

Callum kissed Scott and let out a deep moan into his throat as his cock began to spasm and burst after burst of cum flooded Scott’s insides and they continued to kiss. Scott could feel Callum’s thick pelt of chest hair push against his own sparse chest hair as they melted into each other.

Callum’s cock began to relax and slowly slipped out of Scott. He set Scott down while a little cum dripped out.

“Snaw is getting bad oot thare laddie. Best tae stay th' nicht 'ere wi' me. Mah apartment is upby,” Callum pointed upward.

Scott looked outside at the falling snow and then back to Callum.

“I wouldn’t mind a second sausage,” Scott said.

Callum picked up Scott and threw him over his shoulder. His jockstrap fell to the ground as he carried him up the back stairs.

THE END