Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 20:26:03 GMT
From: Irda Majere <jack_kea@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ronan's Exploits

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and implies nothing about Ronan
            Keating's sexuality, nor anyone elses that might feature in
            the story later on. It's content includes sexual acts
            between two men and if you're under 18 you shouldn't be
            here. If this sort of thing offends you, why are you here?
            That is all.


(Note: The words in brackets are Ronan's thoughts as he recalls the incident
with Arek...)

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"Ronan's Exploits" by Irda Majere
part I

	His name was Arek.  (oh, god, how I need him) He was working as a
minder at the EMA, and because Barrie couldn't make it, he was made my
personal bodyguard. He was a very handsome man, quite tall, strongly built
with a proud posture and skin as black as midnight. He had no hair on his
head and his serious face was shaved clean.  (I need him in me now)

	As I lay in bed beside my beautiful, beautiful wife, I thought
about him. I had noticed something strange about him the first time we
met. It was the way he looked at me.  Usually those guys just quickly shake
your hand and immediately start looking around for likely troublemakers,
but not him. He looked at me. He looked at me for much longer than other
minders I've worked with, and if my memory serves me right; he looked me up
and down, as if he was checking me out.  (Arek) At the time, I only thought
of it as a look of disapproval, or dislike even, so I stayed away from
him. He hardly spoke to me those few days we spent rehearsing for the show,
and if he did, he spoke only of matters of security.

	But (my hand moves down) the night of the show was different. After
the show, I decided to take a shower before heading to the aftershow party,
and Arek took me to my dressing room.  (lower) He didn't leave as I entered
the bathroom, (come with me) which I found quite strange. As I was drying
off, the bathroom door suddenly opened.  (hard..)  It was Arek.  (wet..)
As he stood there, towering over me (he must have been almost a foot taller
than me) I felt extremely small and vulnerable. That feeling of inferiority
both scared and excited me.  (touch it) Without a word, he started
loosening his belt, without ever taking his eyes off mine.  Then I really
got worried. "Arek, wh-what are you doing?"  (faster!)  He took a step
towards me and lightly placed his hand on the back of my neck. As he ran it
down my back, he whispered: "Are you gonna be a good boy and give me some
of that cute ass?" As he waited for an answer, he ran his finger between my
cheeks and started stroking my virgin hole.  (faster..)  I was very
startled when he did this, and quickly moved away. "Arek, please-" His
expression hardened. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer.
"Then you're gonna get the treatment you deserve, bitch!"

	He threw me into the dressing room and I fell to the floor. He
again grabbed my hair and pulled me up on my feet. I was so scared, I
started whimpering. This seemed to amuse him, 'cause he smiled. He then
shoved me up against the wall and ordered me not to move. I obeyed as he
started removing his tie, which he then tied around my head as a gag.  (the
fear) (the lust) "We don't want your screams of pleasure to attract
attention, now do we bitch?"  He was quite fond of using that nickname on
me.  (I'm your bitch) Then he turned me around so I faced the wall. I heard
him remove all his clothes before pressing his body against mine. At this
point I gave in. I knew he would rape me, it was inevitable. I started
crying harder. When he saw this, he licked my tears away in a sick (sexy)
kind of way. "What's the matter, Mr. Pop star?" he said, his breath hot on
my cheek, "don't you want a bit of dick?" To accentuate the last word, he
thrust the head of his massive cock (at least nine inches) between my ass
cheeks. I drew a sharp breath beneath my gag as he entered my body.  (the
pain) "Don't worry, boy, you're gonna love it." He started pushing it in
further and further, making the pain excruciating. "You're very tight,
aren't you bitch? Seems we'll have to loosen you up a bit." Expecting the
worst, I held my breath as he went down on his knees in behind
me. Spreading my cheeks apart, he started licking my hole. It surprised me
so much, my whole body tensed up and I drew another sharp breath.  No one
had ever done that to me before, so it was a new sensation to my body.
(the pleasure..)  But as his tongue entered my anus, pleasure took over
fear. I started moaning and thrusting my hips backward to meet his probing
tongue. He took the hint and started fucking me harder and faster, all the
while stroking my thighs, which only added to my pleasure. That particular
act is one of my major turn-ons. Without even noticing it, my hand reached
down and started (stroking) my now rock-hard cock, thinking of nothing but
my need to reach orgasm. When Arek noticed this, he stopped what he was
doing (please don't) and grabbed my hand. "No touching, Mr. Keating. I
prefer doing the work myself."  Then he stood up before adding: "But that
comes later. Now, the best part." As he thrust his cock in once again, I
realized I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

	As he fucked me harder and faster, burying his giant shaft to the
hilt in each thrust, I came closer and closer to orgasm. Remembering his
earlier warning (promise) I resisted touching myself and waited for him to
finish. But then this strange urge came over me. I wanted to taste him.  (I
want him in my mouth) I reached up and pulled off my gag. "Arek", I
pleaded, "I want it in my mouth."  With one last thrust, he pulled out and
I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. But as I
greedily reached out to engulf his cock in my eager mouth, Arek grabbed my
hair and held me back. "You want it bad, don't you bitch?" Without looking
up I moaned: "Yes, Arek, please.." I then looked up and saw him grinning
down at me. This must have been a sight. This huge, black guy with
Mr. Ronan Keating on his knees in front of him, pleading for him to fuck
his face. "Let's see how much you can take, then." With that, he thrust his
nine inches in my mouth; so far it went down my throat. I gagged, but
managed to keep it in. After I had got used to the feeling of that huge
cock in my throat, I started working on his shaft, doing all the things I'd
seen the bimbos in porno movies do. After sucking the whole thing for a
while, I pulled it out of my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and
jerked him off while sucking the head, savouring every drop of pre-cum that
leaked from the slit.  (the sweet taste) Then I just continued working on
his cock like there was no tomorrow, and eventually he got too excited. He
thrust his hips forward, pushing me up against the wall.  Now I was no
longer in control, and he started fucking my face almost as if it was my
ass.  The feeling of being totally at his mercy was very erotic and a big
turn-on. I'm used to being in control when I'm in bed with Yvonne, so this
was new to me. As he neared orgasm, he drew out of my mouth, leaving only
the head in. I understood and started doing what I did earlier, jacking him
off while sucking the head. It was obvious he liked that, for only seconds
later his spunk burst into my mouth. Even though I tried to swallow every
drop, it was so much it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.

	When he finally finished cumming, I stood up. Wrapping his arms
around me, he licked my face clean of his cum. "My turn," he said as he
knelt down in front of me.  (yes) My heart raced.  (now) (do it) The
thought of him taking me in his mouth almost did it for me. I grabbed his
shaved head and thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock into his mouth.
(so wet) He easily took all of my 7.5 inches in sown his throat, it was
obvious he was no stranger to the art. Even though I haven't had many
people blow me, only my wife (who resents doing it) and the occasional fan
that's sneaked into my hotel room at the wrong (right?)  moment, I must say
he was the best ever. I thought I would burst with the pleasure this man
was giving me. As I neared climax, I started getting pretty vocal,
screaming Arek's name and begging him not to stop.  Somewhere in the back
of my mind, I hoped no one could hear me. It was pretty clear it wasn't
Yvonne that was making me scream, so it would have been quite awkward if
someone had heard me.  Then, finally (oh my god..)  it happened.  (oh my
GOD!!)  With an ecstatic scream, I exploded in Arek's mouth. He expertly
milked my cock with his throat while I delivered load after load of cum
which he drank as if it were his favourite cocktail.  (Arek) Then when I
stopped, my knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor, straight in to my
bodyguard's arms.

	I opened my eyes and saw the familiar surroundings of a hotel
room. I looked at my wife who slept peacefully at my side, as beautiful as
ever. "Pity she can't please me anymore," I thought to myself and gently
kissed her on the forehead. Suddenly I felt something sticky on my stomach,
and when I looked down I discovered it was cum. It had all been like a
dream, and it was so vivid I hadn't realized that I actually came. "Better
wash up," I thought to myself. But when I entered the bathroom, there were
no bloody towels! I decide to go next-door, to Shane's room, and borrow a
towel. "Hope he won't get angry when I wake him up," I said outloud as I
knocked on the door...

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