Dad's sister, Marlene, got married again last summer when I was home from university. She'd been divorced for a number of years and we were all happy that she'd found someone again.
That someone was Ron, a tall handsome Scotsman, who she'd met on holiday.
I met him for the first time at their wedding and he looked great in his kilt and black jacket with silver buttons.
He was tall and broad shouldered with a hard muscled body from years of working offshore on oil rigs, although now in his early forties he'd taken early retirement. He had a tan, sun streaked fair hair and the bluest eyes that looked right into you. I thought Marlene had scored with him.
I'd also had a little encounter with him on the day, that was etched in my memory.
We were both in the gents at the same time and he was just one urinal away from me, when he lifted his kilt, revealing a long thick cock and proceeded to let go a stream of piss.
I tried so hard not to stare, but couldn't help myself. He wasn't a bit bothered but chatted away, talking about the wedding and how great it was to join the family.
Now a year on, I was home from university and Marlene and Ron were coming to dinner, so I was looking forward to seeing them again.
Up in my bedroom, I tried on a few shirts before settling on a blue striped button down oxford that was my favourite. I'm not sure why I was making an effort, but when I looked in the mirror, I was pleased with my appearance.
I've got dark hair and grey eyes like my Dad and Aunt Marlene. Playing sports since school has shaped my body and I've put on some muscle this last year in the gym at Uni, so overall I was happy with how I look.
I heard their car pull up and hurried downstairs to meet them.
I got the usual enthusiastic hug from Marlene and was surprised to get a strong embrace from Ron as well.
The man looked good in a tight pale blue polo that matched his eyes and khaki chinos with more than the hint of a bulge at the front.
Talk through dinner was mostly family stuff, till Marlene announced Ron's new project. Apparently he'd inherited a loch side cabin in Scotland some time ago, that had been allowed to fall into disrepair and Ron had the idea of restoring it for him and Marlene to use.
I wasn't totally paying attention, till I heard Marlene say that it was too big a job for Ron by himself.
That's when my Dad volunteered my services, something he's always doing to me, much to my disgust sometimes and saying how good I was at fixing things.
This time I would be quite happy to spend days with Ron over the summer.
Dad bigged me up a bit more.
"He's a dab hand with a paintbrush as well."
Marlene piped up.
"Oh Ron's hopeless at painting. So that's settled then"
Ron looked across the table at me, fixing me with his blue eyes.
"I want someone who isn't afraid of getting dirty and hard work. You ok with that Danny?"
"Sure, it'll pass the summer and I've never been to Scotland."
A week later Ron and I were driving to Scotland in his Land rover We were going for a fortnight at a time because it was so far and Ron thought we'd get more work done that way.
It was a long drive, so the plan was to get to the border, stay overnight, then continue early in the morning to get a full day at it.
Ron had booked us into a Holiday Inn and after dinner we headed upstairs for an early night.
I cleaned my teeth and when I came out of the bathroom, Ron was standing stark naked beside his bed. His body looked great to me, hard and muscled and his cock hung down like a salami between his legs with low hanging balls underneath. I was more than a bit flustered.
"Hey, Danny, hope you don't mind me sleeping naked."
"No, I do as well, except when I'm at home. Mum insists on laying out pyjamas for me."
That brought a chuckle.
"Well that's mothers for you. Thankfully Marlene doesn't mind me being naked all the time."
I thought Marlene had got it dead right.
We climbed into our beds and my last thought before I went to sleep was Ron's big salami of a cock.
Next morning we were on the road early, reaching the cabin before 9am.
It was situated right beside the loch, with a stoney path leading down to a wooden jetty out over the water.
The cabin itself was a log structure with a covered veranda and a broken down lean to at one end.
Inside there was one big main room, full of old furniture, with a basic kitchen along one wall. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs.
Three doors led off, one to a bedroom that didn't look too bad, the middle one was a bathroom with a big cracked iron bath and the third was a second bedroom, full of junk.
The first thing we did was get the mattress off the bed and out into the sunshine to air, as that's where we'd be sleeping, then we attacked the main room.
The rest of the day was spent sorting through the furniture, throwing some outside and keeping anything usable in one corner. Then we got busy with brushes and a mop, to get rid of the dirt and dust.
By late afternoon, we had it shipshape, but were both filthy and covered in dust.
With the bath broken, the only solution was a dip in the loch, so we walked down the path to the jetty. It was isolated enough that we could go naked, so stripped off and jumped into the water.
Even though it was June the water was pretty cold, but welcome after the day we'd had.
