Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 23:47:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reisser Ben <reisserb@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Lay My Cock on You Part 5

I LAY MY COCK ON YOU PART 5

"FUCK AGAIN"
By Ben W. 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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CHORUS:
Can't believe that I've to fuck again
I thought this sex would never end
How was I to know
You never told me.
Can't believe we're doing it again
And I who fucked like there's no end
How was I to cum
You spent me empty?.
(To the tune of "Fool Again" by Westlife)


	"MORNING, fucker!" I was awaken by a loud voice from
my Uncle Louis who was getting dressed.  I tossed the
covers and rubbed my eyes.  It was already nine
o'clock in the morning and Mark was gone.

	"That's one hell of a show last night, kiddo!" My
Uncle grinned as he put on his tie.  "Anyway, I really
have to get going now.  Ronan and Anto are meeting me
at Rolo for the band's performance in Sligo two days
from now."

	"Umm, ok. You take care, Unc," I said, getting up
from my Unc's bed and heading to the bathroom for a
piss.

	"I'll be back later this afternoon." Uncle added. "By
the way, Martha's not coming back 'til later this
evening so I asked Bryan to be with you while I'm
gone.  He's a nice boy; just don't freak him out!"

	I smiled coyly, remembering vividly the embarassing
incident the previous night.

	"Well, 'gotta go now, lad.  Breakfast is ready
downstairs.  Bryan's coming any moment from now."

	My mind was rejoicing because of what Uncle said.
(No, not about the breakfast, silly!) It was the
thought of Bryan coming over that made me really
excited.

	I went back to my room and took a quick shower. My
entire body reeked of Shane, Mark, and Unc Louis mixed
all together, but the smell was good; it felt sexy in
a way.  Part of me did not want to let go of the
juices I was bathed with.  But part of me also wanted
to erase all the evidence of last night's utterly
embarassing scene.  I decided to do the latter, though
I didn't really believe that washing all of the traces
will help me forget it.  (Somehow, I didn't really
want to forget last night-- it felt really special
doing it with Unc and Mark despite the shameful
circumstance)   I put on a clean robe and felt really
refreshed and envigorated, ready for Bryan.

	My Unc was already gone with his car when I went
downstairs to check out the breakfast. It was pizza,
probably delivered half an hour ago. (Well, with
Martha not around, who could complain?) Hell, my Unc's
a great band manager but a really lousy cook!  Anyway,
I felt so hungry from last night's wild activities
that I greedily ate all of it in a breeze.

	I had just finished brushing after eating when the
doorbell rang.  My heart was beating in frenzy.  I was
so damn excited to see Bryan.

	He drove a rather flashy yellow sports car which he
parked in front of the house.  Nice car, I thought.
But he looked a lot nicer.  God was he tall and sexy!

	"Hi there li'l fella!" Bryan McFadden greeted.

	"Hey there, Bry," I replied, as we both made our way
inside the house.  He has some comic books with him,
which was a relief to see instead of a gleaming
machete.

	Stop! Stop! my mind screeched.  Get over the fucking
dream or you'll get crazy!

	Bryan and I went to the den where he played a record.
 It was Westlife's first album. (Hey, you always
patronize your own!)  We sat on the sofa and began
talking.

	I found Bryan a very gentle and sensitive young man.
He was fun to talk to.  In no time, I felt really at
ease conversing with this lad.  It's like I've known
him already for a long time that I confided a lot
about my life.  He, too, told me a lot about himself.

	"Tell me about your girlfriend," I asked.

	"Well, we're getting married pretty soon," He
replied.

	"Do you really love her?  I mean, I know you like men
a lot so I was kind of surprised when you told me you
have a girlfriend."

	"Yes, I prefer men any day of the week.  I don't
think I really love my girlfriend at all.  I'm only
getting married to save the band, that's all." He
answered with a sad face.

	" What do you mean?" I was puzzled.

	"Well, it started some months ago with rumors about
me being gay.  I mean I could not afford to have my
cover blown so marriage seems the most likely solution
to dismiss all those nasty talks.  I'm not ready yet
to do what Stephen Gately did, although I admire him a
lot for his courage to come out.  I love the lads and
I can't let the band down so I guess I just have to
make some sacrifices."

	"Oh, you poor thing," I consoled him.  "I'm so
sorry."

	"Don't be," Bryan said.  "I'm sure I'll be fine.  Did
you know that even though I like cocks a lot, I
sometimes crave for pussy, too?"

	"I didn't know that!  Does it mean your bisexual?"

	"Well, sort of." Bryan responded.

	"Do the other lads like women too?" I asked.

	"No, I don't think so.  They're just a bunch of
faggots screaming for cocks and nothing else!"  We
both laughed.

	We talked some more.  I was really getting turned on
by this lad.  Not just for his striking looks but also
for his sincerity and openness

	"By the way," Bryan said. "Mark called me early this
morning and told me not to let you fall asleep while I
'babysit' you."

	My faced turned red. Mark told him everything about
last night!

	"I don''t understand what he meant.  He was just
laughing all along and refused to give any more
details," Bryan added.

	Though I felt really embarassed, I explained
everything to Bryan.  I felt there's nothing wrong in
telling him about it since we've been very open to
each other the moment we began talking. He was
laughing hard even after my story was finished.

	"Wow! I couldn't believe I was the villain!  You
really have nasty dreams!"

	"Well, I could make up to you and make you an instant
protagonist if you want!" I offered.

	"How?"

	Bryan's question was never answered verbally.  In
just a few moments, we were already holding each other
naked inside my bedroom.

	Bryan and I began kissing each other madly.  His
tongue flicked inside my mouth as he caressed my chest
and arms.  I sucked on his tongue and tasted his sweet
saliva.

	"Fuck me, Bry," I said when we broke up for air.
"Make it really hard as if you're raping me."

	"Is that what you really want, stud?"

	"Yes.  Fuck me hard in the ass.  I want your big cock
in my boy pussy."

	Bryan took some lube from the drawer and coated his
dick all over.  He then massaged the remaining goo in
my hot teen hole.  I wriggled in pleasure when I felt
his fingers pry my ass open.  I couldn't wait to have
him inside me.

	Bryan slowly enetered me with his rock hard penis.
He was slow and gentle.

	"Fuck you! Are you a man or not?!" I challenged.
"Fuck me harder! Rape me!"

	Bryan instantly rammed his dick inside me entirely.
It was so painful but it felt really good.

	"Is this what you want, bitch? Is this what you
want!" He screamed as he banged me furiously.

	"Yes!  Ohh... fuck me! Show me no mercy! Ahhh!" I
moaned in agony and pleasure.

	Bryan went harder and harder until he was pounding on
my ass like crazy.  At times I wanted him to stop
because it got painful but I was enjoying the intense
pain of it.  I was close to cumming and he was, too.

	"I'm cumming, you whore! I can't hold on any longer
I'm gonna spray all over your fuckin' hole!" He
moaned.

	With one violent thrust he let go of all his pent-up
liquid.  My ass tightened around his man tool which
gave him even more pleasure.  I was softly sobbing.

	After his dick was thoroughly milked, he withdrew and
kissed my tears.

	"Ohh, I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you!" He
began to panic.

	"No," I mumbled.  "I liked it very much.  It felt
different doing it the hard way.  Don't worry, I'm
still in one piece, right?"

	He smiled after he heard my reassurance.  He then
kissed me passionately in my lips, neck, and down to
my torso.  He moved further down to my crotch but
ignored my cock.  Instead, he pried my asscheeks open
and gently licked my hole, bathing and soothing it
with his expert tongue and warm saliva.  I felt
better.

	Bryan then went for my cock.  He swallowed it
greedily.  He took it in his mouth completely without
even gagging.  It was so good that I came in violent
spurts after just a few sucks.

	Bryan and I made love to each other throughout the
entire morning, taking turns to fuck and suck each
other.  I was so horny and energised though I had
exhausted myself the previous night with Shane, Mark
and Unc.  It felt really great being with him, as if I
haven't fucked for so long and I'm itching for every
bit of him.

	We slept for an hour before we took a shower and
dressed up.   Bryan and I lunched in one of the plush
restaurants in Dublin and took me sightseeing 'til
late that afternoon.  When he dropped me home, Unc
Louis was already there.

	"Glad you enjoyed each other," Unc Louis told us.

	"Well, Bryan was great," I remarked.

	"I see that.  He's not anymore your machete-wielding
devil, eh?"

	Bryan and I both grinned.  Sure he was not anymore my
frightful demon... but rather an angel glowing with
love and sexiness.

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Ok, so there you have it.  The final Westlife lad on
Ben the Conqueror's checklist.  But hey, we're not yet
through with the saga.  We still have one final
chapter to come that will wrap up this story.  Don't
miss it 'coz it's really special, I tell you.  Watch
out for it.

	This sequel is dedicated most especially to Chie my
new friend, and to all the avid readers out there.  I
really do appreciate your letters, guys!

	I've always saved the best for the last.  See you on
the final chapter of my story!

Ben W. Reisser
<reisserb@yahoo.com>