Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 05:35:11 +0000
From: John Byrne <titaniumhustler@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Irish Charm

This story is fictional, only read if you are over 18/21 (in your region).
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Chapter 1: An Oral Encounter

He claimed to be straight, but the nervous look on his eyes said
otherwise. Almost 17, he fidgeted awkwardly as we both stumbled up the
narrow corridor of an alleyway into a quiet residential park. How did he
end up there, with a closet homosexual, who was waiting to give him his
first oral encounter.

I was 17, fit, lean build from years of swimming, smooth with dark hair and
eyes. We had known each other for years, but never this well. It began with
a few simple text messages, before stumbling onto something so much
more. We talked about the girls we liked, the women we wanted to bang, and
slowly he would get an erection. Eventually he told me of his attraction to
a few other people, those that he never wanted to mention. It was clear
from his obvious discomfort it had to have been another boy. That was a
situation I had too felt myself, until I gave into the hot lust, but that
was another story.


He too was athletic, but from more the traditional team sports, football
and sometimes rugby. His hair was just lighter than mine, but not much, and
he had blue eyes, deep blue eyes. They flickered with the worry of what he
was about too, they worried. But the bulge in his loose jeans showed
exactly what he wanted, even if he was too scared to admit.


"Ready?", i remarked at him, before pressing my small hand to his crotch.


"I don't know.. if this really is.. a good idea".. he mumbled, shaking his
head from side to side. Somewhere in his mind the straight voice was
telling to "Just leave, leave and no one has to know. He won't tell
anyone", True as that was (it was the only way I could have brought him
down this quiet alley), there was no chance of him leaving, not until his
balls were drained.


"this", I said, massaging at the growing size in his jeans, tightening the
available space. "Is what you want, more than me". I smirked at him, and he
gave back a juvenile response. It had taken weeks of listening to his
troubles, his hidden secrets before he was willing to met me in, to his
most intimate area. He groaned passionately before pulling my hand away.


"We cant do this.. really", he tried to feign again, too worried about what
his close group of friends might think about.


"Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone", I whispered intensely into his
ear, before reaching down to fumble with the thin zipper hiding my nightly
treasure. He shivered as the top metal button was opened, then the thin
metal lips were parted as the zipper parted to reveal his innermost area.


"Just make sure no one can see us", he pleaded before pushing me against
the wall.


"Sure", I said, not bothered to even look around, too eager to massage the
thick member that was still hidden from view. He was wearing thin cotton
boxers, white ones, like most the straight boys have at least one pair
of. Slowly I pulled down his jeans down his athletic legs, the few hairs on
his otherwise smooth skin were standing at end, anticipating what was about
to come.


Massaging his still growing member through the narrow cotton, I was
surprised by its thickness, and its heavy weight. It was big, over 7 inches
(bigger than my own), and it flopped desperately out looking for some
attention. The long nights thinking about the naked women he watched on
Pornhub and all the other websites hadn't prepared him for such a rapid
hand moving along his member. He was cut too, probably because of the
thickness of the pink helmet, now frothing with the juvenile attention. I
massaged it gently from head to the base. His only response was a deep moan
as I reached into his jungle of dark pubes and pulled out the heavy
balls. They too demanded attention, but for the moment would have to do
with the massaging from my own inexperienced hands. If I was with him any
longer, I would have demanded he shaved his pubes entirely. It would have
made the almost two inch thick member look even the more impressive. Still
groaning he pushed his thick cock into my gentle hand, using the soft skin
as a sensual substitute to his own hand.

With a few rapid strokes, his legs began to tremble, and he had to force
himself into the brick wall behind him to ride the waves of please.

"You never said, uh.. you never said, that it would feel like this", he
groaned before forcing his hips forward ever faster. With my other hand, I
began massaging his


gentle ballsack, suppressing the deep desire to try and orally massage that
tender area. I was on a mission, to leave with his manhood juices all over
himself, or better yet, over myself.

With a few more long yanks, he pulled himself back, and demanded. "Just do
it, now", almost ordering me. I just looked at him, the anxious look on his
face. A desperate, naïve one that wanted nothing more than to get
off.

"Fine", he said, before gently licking at the narrow slit that was now
pressing against my own soft lips. Taking the thick member by its base, I
opened my eager mouth and engulfed the first few inches. Truthfully, I was
not that experienced, and the taste caught me off guard. It was salty, not
unpleasant, and my tongue began to water with what I had accomplished. Too
eager not to please him, one of my better mates. I tried to engulf more but
was unable to take it beyond halfway. Consider it youthful arrogance, but
he tried forcing it down further, deep into my gullet. Only when I pushed
him back, and regained my own composure, I could softly begin sucking on
this impressive cock.

"Uh.. that feels fantastic", he moaned, before grabbing me by the back of
the head. "That's it, just suck my cock", he shouted through the
darkness. pushing himself to the back of my mouth. In and out, in and out,
repeatedly. I let him continue like that, embracing every bit of fuck juice
that pulsed from his thick piece of meat, before


pushing it as far down the back of my mouth as I could take. Soon, his pace
began to quicken, his breaths began to draw ever closer, and I knew he was
about to climax.

"Dude, stop. I'm about to, about to cum",, he groaned before trying to pull
his now pulsating dick out of my mouth. With a few hasty wanks, he was
about to ascend to the pinnacle of his orgasm. Just before he shot, I
pushed back his hand and engulfed his thick member, leaving his with no
opportunity but to cum into the warm oral cavity that he had promised his
slick cum.

"No man.." he groaned, but the horny teenager never pulled away, not until
the eighth drop had spilt into my inexperienced mouth. With a mouthful of
cum, I still had some vestige of straightness left in me not to swallow,
and so spat out most of his intense juices onto the ground. Some of the
thick texture remained on the tip of my tongue, but for a moment I let it
rest there,

Pushing himself back, he threw his head back and wanked himself a few more
times. The more familiar stroke rate forced out the last few shots of cum,
that splat onto the ground. Shivering slightly with the reality of what he
had just done, he hastily stood back, avoiding eye contact.

 "I'll do you next time," he promised, before lifting his jeans from around
his ankles, and dashing to make an exit. The last thing the confused young
man wanted to be seen exposed in a foreign part of town with his penis
still semi-hard, balls drained. Yanking up the jeans by his thin belt, he
muttered a "Thanks", before directing himself back to the centre of town.

"No one can ever know about this", he demanded again, still so confused
about what happened.

"No one will," I nodded, truly oblivious to what he asked. "Text me again,
when you want another BJ..." He nodded before disappearing into the
darkness. He told me later he ran home, not stopping for anyone. By the
time he threw himself onto his bed devoid of any of his thin layers, his
erection was harder than ever. It took three more of his own self-induced
orgasms thinking about what happened before it rested in his dense curls,
and let him sleep for the night.

I barely speak to him now, but he still admits my skills were unrivalled,
no matter how many women he takes to his bed. He has a steady girlfriend,
one day he might marry her. He struggles with his urges, still remembering
his first, (and one of the best BJs he ever got) he promises to keep those
feelings suppressed for her. How many times have we all heard that?