Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 22:16:20 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: My Irishman

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				My Irishman


	His red beard flared out down his cheeks, the skin flushed a bit,
as it always was, and the curls rounded out his beard as it thickened
around his chin.  He left it pretty unkempt, wild, like his ancestors did,
when they fought against the Romans, and the Norsemen, and later, the
English, trying to keep their land free.
	The rest of his life was all neat and tidy, dressing for work every
day in his white shirt and tie, and dark suits, being the corporate
warrior, keeping the corporate books and his team of accountants all
focused and businesslike.
	Everything all neat and tidy, his socks all folded and kept in rows
in the drawer, the cap always on his toothpaste.  Even the pantry had cans
and boxes all in rows, alphabetized.
	Yet, now his beard ran wild, untrimmed at the edges, bits of wild
moustache pointing in all directions.  A little bit of him was pretty wild,
and we both liked it that way.
	He was home now, the suit and tie long gone.  We'd poured a few
drams of Irish whiskey, and gave a hearty toast to Ireland and St. Paddy.
It was his day, you know, and everyone claimed to be a bit Irish today.
Yet, every day was an Irish day for my Paddy.
	Even now, as he spreads my thighs with his broad, muscular
shoulders, pushing me wide to get at my cock, the flame red of his furry
chest and bright red nipples hot against my skin, he moves deep onto my
hard cock, sucking and fondling me with his hot, wet tongue, and his thick,
sensuous lips.  His whiskers would catch and mash into the thick hair at
the base of my cock and above my balls, his thick chin hair rubbing against
my eager, firm balls, mixing with drops his saliva, as he bathed my cock
with each suck, each push down the full length of my cock.
	I looked down at my Paddy, down across the thick pelt of hair that
coated my chest and my belly, across my now hard nipples, watching his red
beard move up and down my cock, each slurp sending another wave of delight
through my cock, deep into my balls and up into my lust filled brain.  He
knew just how to stroke and fondle my cock head, and my steel hard shaft,
his tongue and lips oh so familiar with me, and my need to have him take
me, again.
	In a few minutes, just before I'd swear I'd explode in his mouth,
he'd be slowly pulling off my cock, and then pulling me down to the rug in
front of the fireplace, spreading his muscled, red furred legs wide,
opening his hole to my now achingly hard cock.  In that deep Irish brogue
of his, he'd be calling me to take him deep, to ride him wild and crazy,
until both of our cocks would explode in a torrent of cum, our hearts
pounding, our lungs gasping for breath.
	He was good at this dance, and always had been, ever since we'd met
a year ago this very day.  We'd both been invited to a St. Patrick's Day
party at the house of one of the guys at work.  I'd worked with the guy for
quite a while, and my Paddy, he'd been a freelancer there, and was always
considered part of the gang at work who enjoyed having some fun.  I'd seen
him around a bit, but the party was the first time we'd gotten to really
talk with each other.
	Both of us were Irish, and we soon found we had more in common that
a love for the Ol' Sod, and a pint or two of Guinness once in a while.  We
knew the same Irish songs and could dance the same Irish jigs, and the next
night, we found ourselves in bed, exploring each other's Irish cocks and
heavy balls filled with good ol' Irish cum.  We liked licking the cream off
our our whiskered lips a couple of times a night, and I don't mean Guinness
or Bailey's.
	And ever since that night, we'd have an Irish night, at least once
a week, when we'd get out our guitars and sing a few tunes, and have a
taste of good Irish whiskey, before we fell into each other's arms and
began to get down to business.  My Paddy, he's a big man, barrel chested,
and nice thick patches of hair everywhere a good man ought to grow 'em.
His nipples were always hot and tasty, growing stiff and hot in my eager
Irish mouth, where I'd suck and fondle him until he moaned and threw his
arm over his face, begging me for more.  And, then, I'd run my hands down
his hard, hairy chest, feeling the curls of red Irish hair run through my
fingers, until I went as far south as I could go, finding his thick stalk
of hard manhood begging for my renewed attention.
	It was the luck of the Irish, we both had thought, finding each
other and discovering how much we'd had in common.  Our love for nice juicy
cocks, and hairy, full balls and a nice hard Irish ass to nail once in a
while, after we'd both had our fun at sucking each other's cocks and
running our fingers through each other's sweaty chests and pinching each
other's nipples.  We could go on half the night, it seemed, never really
getting tired or worn out, until we'd both shot a couple of loads, finally
collapsing in each other's arms, our Irish balls and spent cocks soaked in
jism.  And, once in a while, we'd cum when we were in each other's arms,
and then we'd spent a while rubbing our seed into each other's beards,
smelling the rich, yeasty cum, mixed in with the stench of our sweat and
our lust, as we fucked each other again.
	And, sometimes, we took the action outside onto the lawn, or along
the river on a summer's night, or sometimes in a cabin up in the mountains,
anywhere two respectable Irish lads could find time to strip each other
buck naked and have a go.  Oh, the priest might be saying that lust is a
terrible sin, but we'd never figured that made any sense, what with both of
us wanting to take another roll with each other, sometimes at the drop of a
hat, or when a splash of whiskey hit a glass.
	It's been a year, my Paddy and me.  And, I couldn't ask for a nicer
way to celebrate St. Paddy's Day.  He's about ready to cum again, and I'll
soon be joining him.  It's my lucky day.

Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.