Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2010 10:57:13 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Kelly Boys, Part One"  by Jay Roberts     Gay Encounters

+++It's not a rock band, although they rocked me.  You can find out the
story if you are over eighteen.  If you're not, then it IS a band.


We're neighbors.  The boy's father passed on about a year ago and they
continued to live in the house and run the family garden center.  I have
contact with them from time to time as I am in a similar business.  They
supply planting material; I do outdoor installations: fences, patios and
decorative items like statues and such.

They came from Ireland only five years earlier.  Sean and Regis speak with
a definite brogue, Max who was only 12 at the time has lost the lilt and is
as American as I am.

The parentless boys are: Sean, 21; Regis, 19 and the baby, Max, 17.  They
are a handsome lot, each a knockout in their own way.  Sean is the best
looking, dark haired, dark eyed with classic features and a knockout bod.
Regis is blond, slim, blue eyed, about the same height as Sean, six feet
one.  Max is shorter than the others, a mere five feet six inches.  He's a
freckled red head with green eyes.  He's a kind of goof off, leaves the
heavy work for the other guys.

We have a friendly relationship when we work together on a project, but we
do not socialize, although at twenty four, I am their contemporary, except
to say hello when we see each other.  They know I play on the other team
and it doesn't seem to bother them.  I have never made any overtures toward
them.

This state of affairs would likely have continued forever had it not been
for the Sullivan wedding.  Mary Sullivan is a neighborhood girl who married
a kid she met in college, a Jack Norman.  The wedding took place in the
rear area behind the Sullivan house, which was down the street from my
house.  I was invited.  I came alone.  This reception started out sedately,
but after the ceremony and toasting, plus a hot DJ's music, soon the
younger guys had taken off their jackets and ties and were dancing
provocatively, all getting bleary eyed drunk.

Sean seemed totally wasted, but looking cute as hell without his usual
dignified look as the head of the family and president of Kelly's Garden
Center.  He spied me.  He put his arm around my shoulder and got sloppy and
sentimental, speaking into my ear all sorts of garbage about how I was the
best neighbor anyone could have and what a fine character I had, even
though I was gay.

Then to prove that liquor is a potent force for removing inhibitions, he
pointed to one of the tables.  "See tha' Bobby?"  (He always called me
Robert).  I saw the table, it was covered with a piink table cloth that
went completely to the ground.  "Now Bobby boy, I am real horny today.
'Sposin I sit on a chair and you scoot under and....(he blushed and rubbed
his crotch) You do what you do best."

Before I could say anything, he staggered over to the empty table and
pulled a chair closer to the table and sat on it, motioning for me to get
under.  I guess I was a little drunk and besides, this gorgeous boy had
always been in my fantasy dreams.  I shouldn't have done it.  Bit fuck,
something like this might never come again.  I ducked under the table
cloth.  There ahead of me was Sean's strong, tuxedo clad legs.  I saw his
big rough hands working on his fly buttons.  I knew this was for real and I
was breathless with excitement.

I crawled over to him.  He widened his leg stance and spoke out of the side
of his mouth to me.  "That's it Bobby.  Get it out.  Do your stuff."

Almost blind with passion and anticipation I pushed his hands out of the
way and fished in his boxer shorts for his cock.  He was so twisted up I
couldn't get at it.  I grabbed the elastic and pulled it down.  His cock
was already hard and propped over the elastic.  I moved the band down
further so that his generous Irish balls were resting on it.

His crotch was sweet smelling.  I guess the boy really cleaned up for the
wedding, but he couldn't entirely wash away his personal hot odor that
wafted up to my nose and made me dizzy with excitement.  He had a nice fat,
smooth Zeppelin of a cock with a foreskin that covered it completely.  I
hoped it wasn't one of those tight ones that would be hard to move, but
when I licked it, it obligingly moved back and there was a red head shining
in the dim light under the table.

He groaned loudly.  I whispered fiercely, "Quiet down lad or I'll quit."

"Okay Bobby, but that felt so good.  Take it now, or I'll surely die here."

I decided, as much as I would enjoy a leisurely suck to completion, this
situation here was dangerous and I had to get him off quickly.  I worried
that the liquor he had consumed might make him slow, but I soon found that
he was so horny and needy to nut, that I would have no difficulty.

I allowed saliva to fill my mouth and I opened wide and engulfed his pickle
and let it lay on my tongue.  His moaning resumed and he rubbed my head
with a tender touch, but shoved his hips forward.  I got the hint.  I
closed down on it and swallowed it completely.  He was now rubbing my head
like he was giving a massage after a shampoo.  His bigness was lodged in
the back of my throat and my mouth was producing a ton of spit.  I
swallowed, my neck muscles fucking his prick.  Anyone looking at our table
would have seen this darkly handsome boy with a scarlet red face, possible
having an attack of some sort.

I moved back and sucked down, over and over.  He put his finger in my ear.
He pinched my cheek.  Shit, we were making love.  I wished I could have
kissed him.  I knew he was about to blast off because his dick turned to
iron and I could hear soft mewling above me.  His hips were slightly going
into a fuck motion.

I had to end this soon or everyone at the reception would see him.  I
tightened my lips and got my tongue into whirling action.

He grunted twice and grabbed my shoulder painfully hard.  That was his
signal that he was about to spew.  Wow!  He went into his orgasm by
delivering a beer bottle of cum.  And that was only the first shot.  Three
more bigger ones followed.  I swallowed with the speed of one of those frat
boys drinking from a funnel.  He finally stopped.  I saw his shaky hands
pull up his shorts and then button his dress pants.  I licked my lips
clean, marveling at the sweetness of his sperm.  I came out of my table
cave and stood up.  I half expected him to be angry because he was angry at
himself for going gay for this occasion, but he already had a rationale
ready.

"The guy who's blown can be straight.  Right?"

"Absolutely," I said with real emphasis.

He smiled and relaxed.  "Bobby, no gal could do what you did.  You got
talent."

I thanked him and wandered away, leaving him to get his breathing under
control.

I thought this was an isolated occurrence with the Kelly boys until Regis
knocked on my door the next night.


End Part One

----Bobby becomes the Kelly's court of last resort when they are horny.
See Part Two.