Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 01:31:42 +0000
From: RK
Subject: Irish Roomate

To be totally honest I never thought that it would have worked out like
this. I'd always really hoped though! Living in a house in south Dublin
with 5 straight first year college boys seemed to be a poor idea when I was
in the final year of a particularly intense course myself. Indeed the
workload of first few months proved to be so exhausting I spent little time
in the house, save sleeping. The boys themselves were unremarkable they
spent most nights drinking and most days watching tawdry Australian soaps
and Judge Judy, Jun of the mill college boys. All bar one.

 He existed on the periphery of my life, us moving in a similar circle of
friends but initially he didn't strike me as particularly noteworthy. It
became increasingly obvious however that he had learned that I was gay
through our mutual friends. Our rare exchanges became more frequent and
intense. I myself began to appreciate his attention. He stood about 5'8
with an unkempt mop of curlyish hair. His eyes were his most striking
feature, lively and sparkling, glass bottle green, always filled with a
sense of cheeky humour. I was drawn to these eyes. His figure, at the
beginning of the year, was slim from his athletic endeavours. But college
lifestyle had taken its toll and a very slight weight gain had filled out
his face and body to a more endearing size. Our rooms were adjacent and I
would sometimes hear him jerking off late at night. I was filled with a
mixture of desire and impotent anger, being so close to him but fearing to
advance. It was this fear that made me believe I was imagining the fact he
was very subtly hitting on me. The lingering glances when we watched TV
together, the `playful' hugs and the frequent discussing of sex. But one
evening in late November my suspicions were to be proved correct.

It was a miserable evening with hulking grey skys and unrelenting
drizzle. I arrived home late from the library with piles of books and
articles, ready to make a final assault on an essay. I was greeted by the
smell of men getting ready for a night out. The scent of shower steam,
deodorant and hair gel. I was immediately turned on. Two of the boys were
in the living room drinking, they tried to convince me to join them, I was
sorely tempted but I declined much to their annoyance. I retreated to my
room with my paraphernalia and attempted to organise myself. I suddenly
realised that my clothes were damp from the drizzle, I pulled off my shirt
and tossed it on the bed, unbuckling my jeans I noticed that I was semi
hard, the smell of the house had gotten me pretty excited. I threw myself
into my chair, wearing nothing by my briefs and began absent mindedly
playing with my cock through the material as I struggled to take notes. I
was aware of noises coming from the room next door. Noises of a young man
getting ready to go out, this did not help my concentration. There was an
abrupt rapping at my door. I hopped up and pulled back on my damp clothes
`hang on! I shouted hoarsely. After hastily adjusting my erection as best I
could I opened the door. It was the object of my affections, standing there
smiling nervously. Dressed as only a straight Irish boy could be for a
night out. I towered about 5 inches over him.

 		Uh, hey man I was wondering could I borrow some fragrance?'
I raised an eyebrow and grinned, `It's this shirt' he muttered, staring at
the wall to the left of my head `it smells, I didn't get a chance to wash
it...'  I smirked and turned away from him. As I rummaged in my bedside
locker for a bottle I became aware he had moved into the room. He seemed
fascinated by a poster I had over my desk. `C'mere' I breathed as I stood
up, `Try this one' He spun around and sheepishly took the bottle from
me. `Thanks' he muttered. I was genuinely surprised he didn't turn and run
from the room. The tension was even apparent to me at that stage; he
instead pulled the top off the fragrance bottle and sprayed two squirts on
his neck. As he was doing this I positioned myself at the desk, about half
a metre away from him. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. He
leaned over in a fluid motion and placed the bottle on my desk, then saying
casually `How does it smell?' he proffered his neck to me. I was now
looking down at his supple neck and shoulder, shocked, I obliged and gave a
cursory sniff. `Eh...it's lovely' I stammered idiotically. His head popped
back up, we were now standing less than a foot apart. Our eyes locked, he
was flushed but determined looking. His beautiful eyes glistened with
excitement. He lunged forward and kissed me awkwardly, not quite meeting my
mouth but making contact with my bottom lip. His hands rested limply on my
chest. When he drew back the reaction on my face drew a quick impish
giggle. His laugh pulled me out of my trance, and I smiled and attempted to
take his hand. `Hang on' he said breathlessly, `I'll tell the lads I'm
staying in' He turned on his heel and fled through the open door down the
corridor to the living room.

 I wasn't sure how long passed or what I did in those minutes but I was
jerked back to reality by the sound of the front door slamming and boys
leaving. My heart pounded, had he left? I tiptoed to the door and opened it
tentatively. I was greeted by the sight of him striding up the corridor. A
look of resolution and excitement on his face. I grinned and held the door
wide open. `Where were we?' He started, I rolled my eyes and leaned down to
kiss him. I allowed him to explore my mouth with his soft tongue, his
saliva tasted sweet and he bit gently on my lower lip. He gradually became
more confident, his hands began to explore my hair and chest. I cupped his
sweet face with my hands. I pulled away and rested my forehead on his. We
were both flushed and the feeling of his hot breath on my neck was making
me crazy. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. I lay down and propped
myself up on my elbows. He knelt beside me and started back working my
mouth with his hot tongue and unbuttoning my shirt. I grinned through the
kisses and began yanking his shirt over his head, He stood as I tossed it
across the room. I was now staring his crotch directly in the face. I could
make out a sizeable bulge. I brushed his bare stomach with my fingertips
and allowed them to travel to his zip. I glanced up and he nodded
enthusiastically. I rubbed his crotch affectionately and slowly undid hid
zip and button. This revealed a pair of cartoon briefs with a sizeable wet
patch on the front. I buried my face in his crotch and sniffed greedily.
Hastily I pulled the briefs to his knees and a beautiful cock popped up and
pointed straight at my face.

It was not remarkably large, but in proportion to his body. Uncut, like
nearly all Irish men and supported by a pair of slightly hairy, very full
looking balls. The precum was the amazing part. I wrapped my hand gently
around his shaft and pulled back to reveal the head. He moaned slightly and
grabbed my hair. I placed a thumb lightly on his piss slit, when I removed
it a trail of translucent goo followed. `Fuck!' I whispered as I licked my
thumb clean. `Come on!' he whispered `Suck it!' I was more than happy to
oblige. I released his shaft and took his balls firmly but gently in my
hand. He gasped as my tongue made contact with the head. I cleaned every
drop of precum off before I started moving my mouth further over the head
and down the shaft. I was oblivious to my surroundings, I only felt his
hands on my head and the sweet taste of his hard cock in my mouth. When I
reached the base he began thrusting gently and crooning filthily into thin
air. `Fuck, that's it, you like sucking my cock?' I was happy to indulge
him and I garbled `yes' as best I could. He responded to this by shuffling
closer to me (his pants being around his ankles) and thrusting harder. I
pulled away sharply and his hand instinctively went for his now glistening
cock and started jerking himself off. I took his free hand and gently
pulled him onto the bed, he was kneeling beside me. I stood and with a
quick move (I had learned from previous experiences, somewhere between a
suggestion and a push) he was now on all fours on the bed trousers around
his ankles, his cute ass sticking out. I knelt. Instinctively his head
turned, his eyes were wide and nervous `Are you gonna...' He started. I
gave a wry smile `Just relax, you'll enjoy this.' I moved closer to his
ass. It was beautiful. Smooth and a shade whiter than the rest of his
body. The shape of a peach and equally as juicy. I gently pulled the cheeks
apart to reveal a tight pink untouched pucker. Unable to contain myself I
stuck out my tongue and lunged.

 There is a very distinctive noise a man makes when he gets a tongue in his
ass for the first time, I'm sure you've heard it. Somewhere between a yelp
and a moan. Encouraged at this I pulled one of his ass cheeks as far apart
as it would go, with my free hand I reach between his legs and started
jerking off his cock, which was now leaking so much precum it was forming a
wet patch on my duvet. His moaning grew more intense as my tongue explored
the untouched nerves in his hole. I was merciless. My tongue fucked his
tight virgin hole, trails of saliva ran from my mouth onto his sweet hole,
running down to his balls. His head was buried in his arms his ass cocked
and willing now quivering with excitement and pleasure. I felt his shaft
stiffen, I could feel his balls tighten. I tugged frantically, pushed
deeper, until finally, with a loud gasp he unloaded his hot spunk all over
my forearm and bed. I could feel the thick ropes of sweet jizz pumping all
over my wrist and getting tangled in my arm hair. The smell proved to be
too tempting. I withdrew my mouth from his now soaking wet hole slid back,
rested against the wardrobe and began to greedily lick his now congealing
spunk from my arm. It tasted like nothing I had ever experienced before. So
engrossed was I, I didn't notice him turn himself over and slump against
the wall. Until our eyes met. I took my lips away from my wrist and
stared. He lay there. His jeans around his ankles, propped up against the
wall, his chest, marked with rapidly drying cum stains. His eyes, although
half closed still sparkled. He looked the picture of satisfaction. He began
to giggle contentedly. I stood, smiling. I began to rub my hard crotch and
advanced on the bed. He sat up.