Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 03:09:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reisser Ben <reisserb@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Lay My Cock On You

I LAY MY COCK ON YOU

by Ben Reisser

DISCLAIMER:

This story is a work of fiction involving sex among
consenting males. It does not reflect the sexual
orientation of any of the individuals herein. If this
kind of stuff is illegal in your locale, if you are
below the age of 18, or if you find themes as this
offensive, this story is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy
and get aroused.

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REFRAIN:

I lay my cock on you

It's all I wanna do

Everytime I jerk I feel brand new

You open up my legs

Show me what you've got

And entered right through

As I lay my cock on you.

(To the tune of "I Lay My Love on You" by Westlife)



    "AREN'T we there yet, Unc?" I sighed, bored and
sleepy, as my dad's younger brother Louis had his eyes
intently focused on the road and his hands on the
wheel.

"We'll be there soon, li'l cocksucker." Was the snappy
reply.

    My heart almost fuckin' stopped by what I heard. I
nervously mumbled, "C-come again, Unc?"

    "You're right 'bout what you heard, sonnie. You're
a cocksucking slut."

    I was furious. Here's my uncle, calling me, of all
names, a cocksucker. How the hell could he have known
my nasty secrets?

    "B-but I'm not..."

    "Of course you are, you little whore. There's no
point of denying that you're a damn cockslurping
faggot. How would you explain the fact that you ogled
at my delicious prick while we both stopped for a leak
at the gas station?"

    "But uncle," I reasoned in vain, "I didn't mean
to..."

    "Oh, shut that cocksucking mouth of yours," My
uncle interrupted. "I've known you were queer since
the weekend you accompanied me to a fishing trip three
years ago, when you were still fucking thirteen."

    "Huh?"

    "Remember when we decided to take a swim on the
lake. I noticed you just couldn't stop gazing at my
skimpy trunks containing my huge basket and hot buns.
I figured out, hell, my nephew is as queer as a red
spade."

    I just bowed my head in abject shame and
embarrassment. I couldn't look at my Uncle straight in
the eye. I felt that as if the earth had gaped open to
swallow me. There was a long pause afterwards.

    "Ya know, Ben, " My uncle broke the silence,
temporarily taking his eyes off the road and looking
to me. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I know my
brother Carl and your mom will have a harder time
accepting your sexual preference, but it's just fine
with me. I don't see any reason why my treatment to
you as a nephew would change knowing that you're gay."

    "You really mean that, Unc?" I asked, expecting a
favorable answer from my Uncle Louis Walsh, manager of
a popular Irish boy band. My eyes never left off his.

    "Damn right, Ben." He replied. "I fully understand
'coz we're more or less both in the same situation."

    "Unc, y-you're..."

    "Gay as you are!" My Uncle Louis finished.

    I couldn't believe what I just heard. My uncle, a
handsome man in his late thirties, 5'11" and 170
pounds of prime beef, a gay? Was he just taking me for
a ride or what?

    "Are you feeling okay now, fellow cocksucker?" he
asked.

    "Well, I-I'd be more okay if your hot manmeat is
stuck into my mouth," I ventured.

    "I know you have the hots on me, sonny!" He
bursted. "Too bad I'm you'r father's bro. We couldn't
possibly be fooling around, right?

    "Why not?" I replied, this time in a more
assertive voice. "Don't you like me, Unc?"

    "Well," my Uncle paused for awhile thinking for
the best answer to that question. "I always admired
your sixteen-year old boyish face, your lean and
well-sculpted bod, your... ass."

    "So what's wrong with that?" I'm now becoming more
impatient.

    "Because uncles and nephews do not blow each
other. That's against the rule."

    "Can we change the rule if I'll put my hand on
your hard cock now?" I was becoming hard that I felt
my hot 7 inch boner already leaking with pre-cum.

    "Don't you ever fucking dare, kiddo," My Unc
warned. "We are almost here."

    After a few minutes Uncle Louis pulled the car in
front of a beautiful three-story apartment which is
pretty secluded from all other buildings in this part
of Dublin. There are five other cars parked infront of
the apartment.

    "Here we are, Ben," my Uncle said. "I have a
surprise for you waiting upstairs. I hope this will
make your three-week vacation with me a memorable one,
that you'll remember it even when you'll be back home
in New York."

    We entered the building. It was open yet there was
not a single soul inside.

    "The action begins upstairs, son. Follow me."

    I trailed Uncle Louis as he ascended the steps, my
eyes focused on his adorable butt. I was more than
once tempted to feel them through the soft wool pants
he was wearing.

    We reached the third floor. We entered into one of
the rooms. It was carpeted and spacious and well,
quite bizarre. The walls were bare yet there were five
other doors in the Western side of the room, each
painted in different colors.

    My Uncle closed the door and said, "Ben, I know
you like hot young men so here is my present for you.
But first, here's the rule. In each of the five
colored doors awaits a horny young stud lusting to be
devoured by you. But you can only get to have one of
them. So choose a door wisely and let's see who's
fuckin' in there.

    My heart pounded in excitement. Never had I
expected this in all my life. This is becoming more
arousing by the minute that I almost creamed the tight
jeans I was wearing.

    I approached the five adjacent doors, painted red,
blue, green, orange and yellow. I paused, deciding as
to which door will I be choosing. After a full minute,
I made up my mind.

    "I'll choose the blue one, Uncle fag," I said.

    "Hey, watch your language you asslicking
sonofawhore! But before you get to see who's inside
the fucking blue door, let me first reveal to you the
other sluts you have not chosen."

    "Come out, red stud!" He shouted. I almost
couldn't believe my eyes. Out came Brian of the boy
band Westlife, wearing nothing but a skimpy red
trunks. His body was a total delight to look at,
complemented by his erotic grin. I'm sure my rod was
already dripping with my man juice now.

    "Hi, Manager!" He greeted my uncle. "And this must
be your nephew Ben Walsh. Too bad he didn't pick me."
He said, a little bit disappointed, as he moved aside.

    "Now, it's the green's turn. Come out you fucking
green piece of shit!" Uncle Louis blurted out.

    The green door opened to reveal Nicky, clad in a
pair of tight green satin boxers, with an obvious tent
in the middle of his shorts. He had little pink
nipples that looked damn hard which highlighted his
slender physique.

    Then the yellow door was next to be called out
revealing no other else but the bandleader Shane,
wearing nothing but a yellow towel around his slim
waist. He looked hot too.

    "Now, there are only two of my boys left, " Uncle
Louis reminded. "Mark and Kian. One of them will be
yours to lick, suck, tongue and fuck, while the other
one will join the rest of us as we beat our meats
watching the two of you blow each other's nuts!"

    "That's cool, manager!" It was Nicky speaking.
"Even if I will not be able to jam my cock into your
nephew's fuckhole, I will surely enjoy watching him in
action!"

    "Yeah!" Shane and Brian seconded.


    "Ok. Everybody shut your mouth cunts now. It's
time to reveal the lucky guy who will blow my boy.
Orange fucker, come out and show us your little butt!"

    I sucked my breath in utter suspense. There came
in wearing nothing but the skimpiest orange and black
leopard-print g-string I have ever seen, Mark!

    All the other hot Westlife boys oohed and aahed. I
couldn't utter even a groan. I'm left with Kian!

    "Now, everyone of you, remove those little cloths
covering your woodies and your man cunts, form a
circle large enough for my boy and Kian to do their
thing inside while the rest of us will be jerking off
around them!" My manager uncle commanded and his Irish
boys immediately obeyed. My Uncle was also quickly
removing his tie, his shirt, trousers, boxers until he
was buck naked like the rest of the four boyband
fuckers. God was he hot! His eight incher framed by a
thick bush of jet-black pubic hair slapped his stomach
as he took them out of his soaked undergarment. He
joined them soon enough in the circle and said, "
Kian! Come out my little whore boy and screw my
horny-cocksucking-buttlicking-fag-nephew!"

    My pulse raced in excitement as the blue door
slowly opened to reveal the sex-god Kian, wearing a
sexy blue thong encasing his definitely bulging
member. I gasped in sheer delight. Everything in him
was so erotic. His boyish smile, blond hair, chest and
arms which, though not well-toned were still smooth
and proportioned. He joined me inside the circle.

    My wet cock was stirring in delight. Kian and I
deep-kissed, his tongue so hot inside my wet and ready
mouth. We explored each other's mouths, taking
pleasure on the sensation it brought us. I just love
the smell of his hot breath and the taste of his sweet
saliva. I moaned in ecstasy.

    His hands slowly moved to remove my shirt. In the
corner of my eye I saw the rest of the guys stroking
their hard-ons. By the time Kian began unbuttoning my
pants, the other guys were already deep in their
solitary pleasures. Mark was jacking his ten inch
penis furiously like there's no tomorrow, while Shane
and Brian preferred to stroke theirs in slow jerks.
Nicky was fingering his hard nipples while he wanked
his Irish meat. Uncle Walsh was inserting two fingers
in his sweet crack as he gave his hard dick a fuckin'
good rubbing. All eyes on the two of us.

    Kian's fingers slowly moved to the waistband of my
cum-soaked CK briefs. He rolled them down my ankles
and I stepped out of them. He held it to his nose and
smelled the strong savory aroma of my teen juice. My
cock grew harder upon seeing this. I was so aroused I
can't wait to screw this cute blond Irish cockteaser.

    I fondled Kian's dark nipples. My hand went
further down to free his bulge from the confines of
his tight thongs. It revealed a marvelously erect
cock, about the same size as mine.

    We laid to the carpeted floor, Kian on top of me.
Our cocks began rubbing each other as we French-kissed
once more. Our sexy moans joined the groans and grunts
of our masturbating audience. Kian suddenly went for
my cock, licking the shiny drop of precum on my piss
slit then taking the entire length of it in his
throat.

    "Yeah, taste my meat you Irish motherfucker. Suck
it dry, my horny sex slave!" I screamed.

    In between sucks my Kian replied, "Yes."

    "Yes what, whore?"

    "Yes sir I'll suck your cock dry!" Kian shouted
with a sexy Irish accent . But this caused him to lose
some inches of my penis in his hot mouth that I
shouted once again.

    "Swallow me full, you cocksucking animal!" I
bucked my hips to impale my penis deeper in his greedy
mouth. After some more steady sucks I came in Kian's
mouth. He gagged a little as spurts after spurts of my
teen cum invaded his throat. After a while, we both
relaxed as he savored the sweetness of my fuck juice
and licked my rod sparkling clean.

    "Do you like it, slave?" I queried.

    "Yes sir I like it very much!" My Kian replied.

    "Now it's your turn to be my master." I said. I
want you to rape me hard."

    Kian lost no time in spreading my legs over his
shoulders. "How 'bout the lubricant?" he asked.

    "I want it hard and rough soldier, so your sweet
saliva will do."

    Kian spit on my asscrack and massaged it with his
index finger. He slowly inserted his proud cock inside
me as I moaned in pleasure.

    "Ah! that feels good, Kian. Shove it further." I
commanded him.

    "Kian what?" he shouted in my face. "Remember our
roles have changed now. You're now my fucking slave!"

    "Shove it further Sir Kian. I'm begging you.
Please sir fuck me hard. Show me no mercy. Rape me
hard sir!"

    With that amount of encouragement, Kian pumped my
ass with his Westilfe stud cock, his balls slapping
against my teen butt.

    "Ahh! Yes sir. Deeper, faster, harder!" I groaned
in sheer euphoria as Kian mercilessly busted my crack.

    "I can't hold on much longer. I'm gonna cum in
your ass!" Kian screeched.

    "Yes, do it sir. Fill my fuck butt with your man
seed!" I begged.

    Our little audience moaned with delight. They too
are lost in their own pleasures. Kian thrust his tool
deep inside me and shot his load. I came too without
even touching myself. My hot stud cum smeared our
bodies.

    Kian just laid on top of me for some minutes until
his pecker slid out of my butt. "That feels so good,
slave," He said. "Now, I want to taste my own cum."

    "Oh. Please do sir. Suck my cum-filled butt. Taste
your own cum in my fuckhole sir!" I begged him once
again.

    Kian moved to my ass. He spread my buttcheeks and
licked my cum-dripping hole.

    "Ummm. That tastes so fucking good!" His lips
sucked my pucker willingly as I said, "Suck it Sir
Kian. Put your hot tongue inside my crack. Fuck me
with your tongue."

    Kian did as told. His tongue went in and out of my
teen hole. While doing this, he began to stroke his
cock, now hard once again.

    "Yeah, baby, I like your clean man cunt," He said
to me.

    "Thank you, sir for liking my hot crack." I
mumbled.

    "Why, you're such a grateful young whore after
all," He said. "Now open your mouth to receive my
gesture of your being welcome." he commanded.

    I opened my mouth as Kian stood on his knees,
still jerking his yummy cock. With one final jerk he
aimed it to my mouth and delicious spurts of Irish cum
filled my oral cavity. I lapped his boy band juice
with lust.

    We both collapsed embracing each other, fully
exhausted of our sexual escapade. We began tasting
each other's mouth once again.

    Uncle Louis suddenly rose up and spoke, "All right
boys let's finish off this fucking sex concert with an
explosive finale!" The four other Irish cocks followed
suit and they approached us while still wanking off
their meats.

    They encircled Kian and me while we lay down on
the floor kissing each other. Our private audience
pounded on their cocks harder and harder. They are all
moaning with intense pleasure.

    "Now, my cocksucking studs!" Unc commanded as he
aimed his cock to us and began drenching us with his
hot, tangy man cum. The Westlife boys imitated their
fag manager as they too directed their spunk to us,
bathing Kian and me all over with the sweet juice of
their raging hard-ons. Streams after streams of Irish
cum hit us on our faces, legs, chests and arms. Kian
and I licked each others bodies, enjoying the taste of
the other boys' cums until we were both clean.

    "You're a great fucker, Kian." I commended my
partner.


    "You too, Ben. You show great promise. Man, I like
you!" He exclaimed.

    AFTER my wild performance with Kian and after the
boys said their goodbyes to us and jumped to their
cars home, I remarked to my uncle, who was all alone
with me now inside the building,

    "Not bad, huh?"

    "You little cocksucker!" He replied. "You almost
fucked as good as your uncle!"

    "Well, I still need lessons..."

    "And I'm willing to teach you." Unc offered.

    "Now?"

    "Now..."



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    That's it folks. My first gay erotic story. Please
don't be so hard on me 'coz I'm just a beginner and
English is not my mother tongue. So I would really
appreciate your comments and sugggestions for the
improvement of the sequels of this story I am planning
to write very very soon.

    There's a big possibility that the title of the
next sequel ( if this will be successful) would be "We
Had Joy, We Had Fun, We Had Hard-ons In The Sun." Only
problem is, I can't quite decide which of the four
remaining hot Westlife studs will be fucked next by
Ben Walsh. Can you help me make up my horny mind?

Ciao for now and enjoy safe sex!

Ben Reisser