Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 03:57:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Irish Jack

Irish Jack

I consider Jack as the most fulfilling guy I have been with. Not like I
have been pleasured by many guys. About three in all I have met via the
website  who were all wonderful in their way and I cherish having enjoyed their
fuck  and most things they wanted to do very much.
But everyone has  their different ways and one cannot readily compare one
with another.
If you  are talking size and quality; on average each was about the same in
length and  width even although their ego said otherwise.
But Jack has real quality and  size and that is the difference. I can
manage his seven inch of Irish quite  comfortably and he takes the time to
produce a quality performance like it is  very important for him to get the very
best out of me, and I like that.
You  may have guessed from that description that Jack is a very attractive
Irishman  from Dublin who had the most beautiful soft Irish accent; one of
the things  which endeared me to him in the first place.
Just the way when we first met  that he suggested a drive in his posh car
and a dinner at a pub restaurant  nearby. When the other guys were eager only
to get me geared up for sex with  none of the nice romantic things Jack
preferred to do first.
It was important  for him to get really acquainted with me, he said he
needed to be comfortable  with a guy before we `went private' as he put it in
his delicious Irish  accent.
We had much in common. The other guys who were keen just to use my  body
for their needs were not at all interested in me as a person. And that is  the
difference. Irish Jack is so very different and I was soon head over heels
about him.
"You know Pete" he said on the way back to my place in the car.  "I've
never felt so right about a guy as I do with you. I want therefore to get
this right. If you would rather we declined to do anything on our first date,
well I would just like you to know it will be alright with me. You are that
important to me. I don't want to mess up on our first date."
I was stuck for  words and no mistake. All my former dates  seemed to want
something on the  first date, Even if it was a quick introductory wank in
the back seat. One even  wanted me to suck him off which I quickly declined
not having the slightest  inclination so to do. And anyway he smelt of bad
fish when I wanked him and that  was enough to put me off for ever.
"I feel I know you enough already to want  you to come home with me, to my
very comfy bachelor pad and see my etchings" I  grinned.
"Is that what they call them now!" he responded with a hearty  raucous
laugh and I knew then he had a sense of humour which I felt was very  important.
I told him so.
"Well being Irish I am full or the Irish blarney  Pete and am frankly
honoured that you want to `indulge' with me on our very  first date."
"Is that what they call it now" I said "
We were an instant  hit, no doubts about it and I had never looked forward
so much to feeling the  warmth and openness of his nature come through in
his sexuality.
No doubt he  wanted me. He made sure I was well aware of his intentions
which were mine  too.
We'd talked sex positions, likes and dislikes which were all similar and
when we got home to my place, and enjoyed a drink to break the ice, it was so
 easy just to enjoy his smooth advances and soon, some of those needs he
told me  about early were becoming reality.
I had noticed already his very becoming  bulge in his chino's and longed to
feel it, touch it and feel it inside me. That  is how I felt about the guy.
He was lovely, he was a tonic, a tonic which would  be very good for me.
He seemed to know me through and through. The way he  looked at me, those
deep brown piercing eyes said exactly what he  wanted.
What would you like to do first, Pete?" he asked with a lusty  tone.

I touched him there. Over his chino's. He adjusted himself so I had better
access and it felt divine. So full and warm and I could even feel the start
of a  throb in the palm of my hand as I began to massage him.
There was not need  for words. I answered his question by action and he
whispered that it felt  lovely and not to stop.
He had this way about him that helped me to relax and  take things as they
come. This was so wonderfully different to other guys I had  been with who
just wanted to get their end away at the earliest possible moment.  There was
no finis or quality in what they did. And yet if only they knew it,  they
would have gotten much more out of me if they had treated me right and not
like an animal waiting to be mated.
But al that was in the past and dead. Now  I was with Irish. Yes that is
what I would call him. My head laid on his chest,  his hand gently caressing
my butt as I began to sensually squeeze him.
"You  had better unzip if you want to getter a better feel, Pete" he said.
His offer  made me feel complete and wanted. It was so lovely unzipping
him, then feeling  him though his boxer shorts and then winkling his cock out
through the front  opening. It was so heavenly watching it grow so quickly in
my hand.
"Is that  okay Pete?"
"Perfect" I replied staring to play with it.
"You can do just  what you want Pete, I want that. And by the way you have
a lovely ass. let's  loosed your belt so I can slip down your jeans huh?"
I readily did that. I  wanted to feel his touch so badly then, as I
squeezed his heavenly stiff  swelling in my hand, after I had unbuckled.
Irish soon slipped my jeans down  to my knees and my briefs too as I
adjusted myself so that I was on my knees,  leaning over him, in a position which
enabled us both to enjoy each  other.
Immediately as I continues to gently wank him, I felt his fingers  begin to
rim me. I wiggled and enjoyed his exploration of my cock, balls and  ass.
His touch was sublime. Already I felt I was going to have so much fun with
Irish and I wanted to be all ass for him whenever he wanted that.
"I love  your cock" he said. "When did you have it circumcised?"
"When I was young I  had a problem with tightness and that was the result."
"Well it does you  proud, I have never felt one like this before."
It was divine to feel him  gently gliding his finger around my ass and
balls. Now I wanted more of him and  he assisted me to down his boxers to his
knees so I had a perfect view of what  he was all about.
I knew then I just had to taste him. He was well primed up  with my firm
wanking and ready to go. But he said to tie a handkerchief around  his girth
so that we could go on enjoying each other.
It was really exciting  to do that, he said to make it tight and when I had
done that, it was in my  mouth and I was enjoying the pungent salty taste
of  cock. Irish cock with  all the trimmings and it was absolutely out of
this world.
"You do it just  fine," Irish complimented  Irish  complimented but it was
different  with Irish, the feel, the flow, everything was so divine and
when I cradled his  balls in my free hand, my other holding the rim of his
cock, he murmured it was  so very stimulating it felt.
"Please et me do something nice to your now,  Pete. I would like that."
I came away from the deep sucking I was giving  Irish with a `pop' and he
said he would really like to caress my bottom, That is  precisely how he put
it and I felt he was the sweetest guy, because most others  were much more
basic.
I stood up, twisted around so that my rear was facing  him. I felt his
hands begin to smooth me and his touch made me feel I wanted his  fuck soon.
"Just need over a little, Pete. Would you do that for me?"
I  did as he asked and it was nice. Hearing his sigh I knew he was enjoying
looking  at me and when I felt his hands stretch my ass cheeks apart I was
not sure what  was his intention. But when he moved his head in-between my
cheeks and I felt a  wonderful soothing sensation I soon realised he was
licking and sucking me  there.
Then I felt his fingers begin to explore me in the most wonderful way.
Stretch it just a little bit more Pete, this is so lovely." and he was deep
rimming me, apparently with some lubricant which I never realised he had. I
saw  he brought a small bottle from his jacket pocket which hung on the back
of the  chair nearby.
He had come prepared and I liked that about him.
I was  beginning to benefit from the most wonderful asshole rimming ever
and I knew  then he was preparing me for his fuck. I glanced around and saw he
was still  busy up my ass, his hands grasping my thighs each side, holding
me quite form as  he busied his mouth everywhere.
Yes I dearly wanted his fuck. I was starting  to ache for it.
"Like some squirty cream there Pete?" he asked with a glow  which said for
me not to refuse.
It was a new experience and it was lovely to  feel Irish squirt the cream
into my passage and begin to suck it out again. And  that was not the end of
it. He produced from nowhere an anal delight by way of a  vibrator which
really set me afire as he squeezed it into me and varied the  speed of the
vibrating rhythm.
It was so lovely. This guy was so sweet and  agile. I continued to play
with his cock as. - sprawled over me, face down, he  enjoyed his mischief with
my ass and I, sweet sucking his balls and cock until  I  felt the pre-cum
squirt from his p -hole onto my tongue. I immediately  gulped it down, such
was my concentration into the wonderful frenzy we had both  gotten ourselves
into.
Now well primed, Irish asked is I was ready for him.  His cock was standing
to attention like a soldier on guard duty with that  tantalising bend in
the middle and I still had the taste of him in my mouth  which was lovely and
so intimate.
I teased his balls lightly with my finger  tips and watched his cock jerk
upwards.
"How would you like me?" I asked  hoping he would say doggy, because I
loved that position so much.
But he  wanted me on my back. Legs raised and stretched wide on the edge of
the bed.  Kneeling down and adjusting my stance with a pillow or two
beneath my butt he  pushed his head down into my crotch and licking and sucking
there, he made it  very wet and ready for his penetration.
Pressing my legs up underneath my  knees he found the spot and I soon
realised this position was going to be as  thrilling as the doggy stance.
He steadily inserted his width into me and I  felt the stretch, but the
vibrator had done the job and I was well stretched for  his big fat cock as it
slid easily up me.
"You are awesome, Pet" Irish  whispered between heavy breaths as he began
to increase the depth of penetration  and the speed of thrust, giving it an
extra jerk when fully into me which shook  my whole form.
He let go and his fuck was furious and  very wanting. I  adjusted easily to
his rough thrusting, and enjoyed the feeling of it inside me,  so warm and
throbbing and when he came like a volcano I did too and that was a  fuck I
will never ever forget.

When he left looking very happy he said we must make it soon again.
"Too  right" I replied. I reckon Irish and I would  have many more
ravishing  sessions together.