Date: Thu, 3 May 2001 01:42:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reisser Ben <reisserb@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Lay My Cock On You/Part 2

I LAY MY COCK ON YOU PART 2

"NICKY, MY LOVE"
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:
And Oh, your hole
I'm holding it forever
Reaching for your buns
that seems so hot.

CHORUS:
So I say a little prayer
And hope my dick will take me there
Where your ass is hot
To sear my prick again
My love
Overseas and coast to coast
I'll never find an ass that moist
Won't stop pumpin' it
Ti'l I see you cum again
My love.
(To the tune of "My Love" by Westlife)


	AFTER my unforgettable "sexperiences" with Kian and
Westlife's band manager, my Uncle Louis Walsh, the
first thing I did upon arriving home was to take out
my journal from its secret hiding place in my bedroom
closet and start writing the long details of the wild
things that happened towards the end of my three-week
vacation in Dublin.  I got a perpetual erection as I
tried to construct and recount all these.  My
seven-inch boner adamantly refuses to cooperate with
me during the entire length of my writing that for
several times (I completely lost count), I really had
no other choice but to let go of my pen for a while
and grab my dick instead, jerking it furiously as I
would think of Kian or my Uncle.

	It must have been eternity before I finally finished
putting my encounters in black-and-white in my sex
journal, a thick, leather-bound notebook which I
started keeping since I was thirteen.  It contains all
of my sexual discoveries, experiences as well as
fantasies-- from the first time I ejaculated cum, to
my self-discovery that I'm gay at age fourteen, to
countless suckings and fuckings with friends and even
some total strangers.  Sometimes, I also record the
objects of my jack-off fantasies, with Ben Affleck
being mentioned the most number of times. Well,  I
really have a crush on this hot actor, and the thought
of two Bens fucking each others brains out is just too
much for me (and my dick!) to contain.

	Anyway, my latest sexual encounter with a hot
Westlife stud and with my dad's younger brother Unc
Louis, who also managed the band Boyzone before
Westlife, was something very special to me that I was
determined to record it on my sex journal the most
detailed and most out-of-the-ordinary way I can.
Well, you do not get to fuck a celebrity and a close
kin everyday, so I took great pains to ensure that
this experience will be recorded as vividly and as
arousing as possible.  I wasn't dissapointed.  When I
reviewed what I had written, I instantly creamed my
shorts out of sheer arousal.  I guess I was getting
better in my writing that I even began  considering a
career in journalism in the future.  But that's
another story for another day.

	So three months later and after countless jerk-off
sessions in the shower with only Kian or Unc Louis I
fantasized about, I got another surprise of my life
when Unc called one Saturday morning to inform me that
in three weeks time, their band would be making a
short stopover in our city as part of the publicity
for their new album.  That just fuckin' drove me
crazy.  I got so fired up with the idea of a possible
"repeat performance" with the hot guys or with Unc
Louis that the mere thought of them would sent me
jerking-off again in no time.

	Three cum-filled weeks later, at the eve of
Westlife's arrival...

	"I'm sorry Ben, I'm afraid I just couldn't spend the
night at your place." My Unc said over the phone.

	"What? But you promised the last time you called," I
uttered with a serious air of disappointment.

	"Well, you see, sonnie, I might drop by at your house
for a couple of hours or so, but with all the
necessary things I have to do as a responsible (stress
on this word) band manager, I don't think I can afford
the luxury of sleeping at your place. We've only got
two days in your city and we're moving on to another
city right after that."

	"Well, I guess I'll just have to see you tomorrow,
Unc."

	"Ok.  But if we can't possibly see each other
tomorrow, maybe on the next day. Bye." Unc Ben
finished our conversation.

	I never had been so dissapointed in my entire life.
I was damn expecting to hit another jackpot but that
seemed futile now.  If I can't bed even just my
fuckin' busy Unc, then how much more could I get
fucked by the Westlife boys who'll be hell lot busier
than their manager?

	 The day of their arrival came.  I woke up later than
usual, feeling terribly disgusted and depressed. The
band arrived at the local airport at dawn. The local
TV stations were absolutely teeming with Westlife
stuff the whole day but I couldn't care less.  Each
second ticked like forever.

	Later that afternoon, my friend (and seasonal
fuck-buddy) Francis called me to ask if I could maybe
hang out with him at his place and play some computer
games that evening but I politely declined, pretending
that I've got this awful headache. (But really, I was
so close to getting one)  I hung up after assuring him
that I'll be hanging out with him as soon as I'll be
feeling better.

	Just after I have replaced the receiver, the phone
rang once again.

	"Ben speaking.  What's it that you forgot, Francis?"
I immediately answered, thinking it was my friend
calling again.

	"Hey, no. I'm Nicky!"

	God, that voice sounded sooooo fuckin' familiar that
I just froze for some moment.

	"You still there, Benny boy?"

	"Um, yeah, I-I guess so," I stammered. "Wazzup?"

	"Well," Nicky Byrne, the oldest of the  band members
replied, "I was just wondering if you could hang-out
with me in my hotel room for the rest of the night..."

	I couldn't believe it.  I was being asked by this
sizzling blond Irish stud to spend the night with him!


	"Ben?"

	"Hell, yes! I'd love to." I eagerly answered.

	After Nicky gave the hotel adress and room number, I
asked, "By the way, Nicky boy, how did you get my
number?"

	"Well, It's not that hard .  Just a quick blowjob
with your uncle and that's it.  Not that I didn't
enjoy it though.  So, shall I expect you at
ten-thirty?"

	"Huh? Why so late, baby?" I gently protested.

	"Heck, none of the lads or even your uncle knows we
will be meeting.  And I don't think I'll be available
before that time.  We still have to attend a photo
shoot prior to that."

	"Ok. see ya' babe.  And wear something nice." I
jokingly said before saying my sweet goodbye.

	I immediately phoned my father at his office.  I
explained to him that since Uncle Louis won't be able
to sleep at our place tonight, he has invited me to go
and meet him at the hotel instead at about ten-thirty.
 I felt bad lying to my dad but it was worth it.  He
gave me permission to go.  I felt I just died and went
up to heaven.

	At ten thirty...

	"Hi!" Nicky greeted me as he opened his hotel room
door for me. "Glad you did not come here a minute
earlier or the lads and your uncle would have fuckin'
seen you."

	I smiled at Nicky.  He was wearing a dark brown
velvet robe.  He immediately removed it right after
were both inside the room.

	"Whoa!" I exclaimed in utter surprise.  Underneath
that robe, he was wearing  skimpy blue thongs exactly
just like what Kian wore before!  There was an obvious
tent on his crotch.

	"Well, you told me to wear something sexy, so I
borrowed Kian's." Nick said.

	"So, what are you planning to do to me, loverboy?" I
asked in my most seductive voice.

	"I want to make love to you, Ben.  When I watched you
fucking Kian, I envied him so much it was so hard for
me to catch sleep the following nights just thinking
about your young and beautiful body.  I want to have
sex with you too, my darling. "  Nicky said with a
glimmer in his eyes, which made him look a lot sexier
than ever.

	Nicky's sweet words sent me throwing my clothes off
around the room in an instant.  My boxers crash landed
in Nicky's bedside lamp like a monstrous white moth
but neither of us gave a damn.  We were so ready to
make love to each other.  Nicky removed his thongs to
reveal a fine cock about eight inches long.  It was so
darn beautiful that I immediately attacked it with my
mouth as soon as I saw it.

	After a minute of torrid deep-throath sucking, Nicky
pulled me towards the bed.  He lay on top of me and
began caressing my young face.  He then kissed me
passionately, his hot tongue just exploring every nook
and cranny of my mouth. Then, our lips parted as he
went down to kiss my nipples, then my navel, and
finally, my dick.

	I was wriggling with ecstasy with my toes just
twitching in bewildered palsy as he furiously sucked
my penis.  His tongue licked my piss slit and tasted
the precum on it.  He then started to swallow the
entire length of my woody in his mouth.  I was in
seventh heaven.

	It was not long after when we moved our bodies to a
sixty-nine position.  I greedily devoured his hot rod,
making the sucking motions exactly like what he was
doing to my cock.  It was not long after before we
both came.

	"Oh my God, that was so fuckin' good!" Nicky moaned
in pleasure as I finished licking off the cum from his
penis.

	"Yeah, you're so fucking hot," I replied. "Now, let
me have that huge cock of yours in my fuckhole."

	He moved my legs up to his shoulders and slowly
spread my asscheeks apart.  He then carefully inserted
his rigid cock into my boy hole and started pumping.

	"Oh, that's so good, baby! Shove it deeper to me you
fuckin' bastard!" I moaned as I ran my hands over his
back.

	"Yeah, feel my cock inside your sweet love hole! I
know you like it, babe!" Nicky shouted and went for my
mouth.  We were kissing once again.

	"Ahhh... harder Nicky.  Fuck me like a real man. Do
it harder, loverboy.  I wan't that cock of yours
deeper in my boyhole!"

	"Yeah, baby.  I'm fucking you exactly how you want
it.  Oh... Ahhh... I'm about to cum... ahhh!"

	"Show me you're man enough to fill me with your man
juice.  Harder, Nicky.  Oh... fuck you, stud!  Yeah...
ahhh..." I was also groaning in passion.

	After two minutes of hardcore action Nicky came for
the second time...  deep inside me this time.  He lay
afterwards on top of me exhausted, but still caressing
my lips with his.  After a few minutes we reversed
roles.

	Nicky's hole was so tight that his face showed a
considerable amount of pain as I inserted my boy meat
.  I was about to withdraw my cock when he said, "No,
let it stay there until I get used to it."

	"Have you done this before?" I asked.

	"Sure.  I'm just born with blond hair and a tight
asshole, that's why," He jested.

	After adjusting to the presence of my cock inside his
man pussy, He gave me the signal to pump him by a
light tap on my right shoulder.

	With that, I fucked Nicky like tomorrow's the end of
the world.  We were both moaning loudly from the
unbridled pleasure we were experiencing.  I felt my
body become more tense as sweat began to trickle down
my face.  I pumped harder and harder and much harder
until my cock exploded and drenched his fuck hole with
strings of my delicious cum.

	We lay in his bed for a while, just hugging each
other. His sinewy arms and chiseled chest were so
divine that I couldn't stop caressing them with both
my hands and tongue.  I felt so secure in Nicky's
protective arms.  The aura of peace inside the room
was so great that I almost fell asleep with this
gorgeous piece of hunk.  But common sense prevented me
from doing so.  I slowly disentangled myself from his
deep embrace and said, "Nicky, you've got a long day
ahead tomorrow so I've got to go now."

	"No, please stay..."

	"I wish I could but I know you have to catch plenty
of rest." I replied as I got up and put my clothes
back on.

	"But..." he lightly protested.

	"No, sleep now my little angel.  I enjoyed every
second of our lovemaking but I could not bear the
thought of you facing the press tired and haggard
tomorrow."

	As I went to the door, Nicky uttered, "Let's do it
again sometime, baby."

	"Of course we will, " I reassured.  I looked back at
him and said, "And oh, Nicky, I love you..."

	I immediately made my exit, not waiting for another
word from him.

	A few minutes later...

	"God! Ben! What are you fuckin' doing here!" My Uncle
Louis was so surprised and a little bit mad upon
seeing me at his door.  He let out a yawn as he bade
me to come inside his hotel room.  Though he was
disheveled and sleepy he still emanated an
undisputable glow of sexiness and virility.

	"Well, I'm visiting you..."

	"At this unholy hour?  I don't believe it.  Did you
fuck one of my boys?" He asked straightforwardly.

	"Yes!" I replied with a slightly malicious look.

	"Fuck you, slut.  It was Nicky, right?"

	"How'd ya know?"

	"I kinda figure out that he wanted you badly when he
asked for your phone number."

	"And you made him blow you first before you gave it
to him, you fucking prick!"

	"Hey, easy there you fuckin' whore.  Didn't he say
that he enjoyed it too?"

	Silence.  Then slowly, I went closer to my Uncle and
embraced him so tight for a minute or so.  I finally
broke the silence and said, "Oh Unc,  boy am I glad to
see you again. I love you so much I miss you badly.
But I'm so sorry I woke you up!"

	"No, don't be, my boy.  As you can see, I'm fully
awake now."

	I looked at him.  He was smiling.  Then I shifted my
gaze down to his crotch.  His cock was awake too.

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To all those readers who spared some of their time to
e-mail me with their encouraging comments and
suggestions, and to those who helped me pick Nicky as
Ben's next conquest, I thank you very much.  Maraming
Salamat! (That also means "thank you" in my native
language)

	Well, last time I wrote that it's possible that the
title of my pilot story's sequel is "We had Joy, We
Had Fun, We Had Hard-ons In The Sun."  But as you see,
this next installment has a different title because I
made up my mind to reserve that for the grand finale
of this Westlife series.  But don't 'ya worry.  Ben
has only fucked two out of five lads, right?  So
there's more to cum-- I mean come, sorry. And please,
keep those letters cumming (Sorry again!). I'll soon
be writing the next part of this story so send your
suggestions now as to which of the Westlife guys do
you want be fucked next by Ben. Ok?

	Again, be merciful to my grammar.  English is not my
mother tongue.

	Enjoy!

BEN REISSER
<reisserb@yahoo.com>