Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2006 19:13:37 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Leprechaun's Gold

			   THE LEPRECHAUN'S GOLD
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Martin awoke the way he had every morning for quite some time, his
mother was standing over his bed, screeching! "Get out of bed, you lazy
load of bones and blood, you!" she shouted, and grabbed at his bedsheet.
     Martin yanked it back from him. "Mum! I'm not dressed!" he said,
pulling the sheet up ineffectually over his young, muscular body. His
mother had disarranged the sheets so that he was figleafed by a rumpled
line of sheet the width of his clutching fist at the apex, it fanned out to
cover his feet but little else.
     "Then stir your naked rump out of there and get dressed, and go find
yourself a position!" she shrieked at him.
     "All right, Mum." Martin said, wiping at his eyes. "I'll go right
after I finish my work with the weights."
     "Working with weights." his mother sneered. "Closest thing to work
you've ever done, and the only way you've worked up a sweat!"
     Martin pulled on his clothes and got out of there while his Mum
continued to rave. She just didn't understand! If a man were to spend all
his days working in the fields and all his nights resting up from the
labor, he'd never have a chance to do anything else! He'd make his fortune
one day, and until then, he intended to take care of himself and be ready
for it!
     So he snatched a bit of bread out of the cupboard and strolled out of
the house with as much equanimity as he could muster. He looked at his
weights, simple stones bound to rods but they served their purpose. He
flexed his arms, just to feel the bulge in his shirt, and decided to get
out of hearing range; he could do his work-out later. For now, the brisk
morning air beckoned, he could walk a few miles and see what there was to
see. Maybe today, his opportunity would find him, and he knew it wouldn't
be anywhere within range of Mum's morning voice!
     The Irish air was the sort that could only come in early spring,
filled with the greens of freshly sprouted grass, the verdancy of the trees
with their new-born leaves, the birds were busily staking out the
territories where they would find their mates and build their nests. Soon,
the trees would be filled with freshly-laid bird eggs! He could hear the
songs in the trees, the many birds chirping and trilling and...what was
that?
     Martin stopped and held his breath, cocked an ear carefully. Who was
that singing?

	       "Oh, the shoemaker's hammer goes rap-rap-rap!
		    "The shoes he makes go tap-tap-tap!
	       "The gold they bring goes clink-clink-clink!
	     "Fills my pot o' gold to the brink-brink-brink!"

     A leprechaun? Martin marveled. Surely it couldn't really be a
leprechaun! Could Martin really be so lucky as to have found a leprechaun
at last? But that thin, reedy voice, what else could it be?
     "Steal up softly upon him." he told himself. "He'll be over in that
set of bushes, he will. If I can but snatch the cap from him, he cannot
vanish away, and will be forced to grant me a wish." And what man wouldn't
wish for the leprechaun's pot of gold? With that much money, he could
finally live the life he wanted, instead of that house filled with rags and
broken pots that his mother kept filled with scraps. He was tired of
scraps!
     The singing kept up, and Martin was as careful and quiet as he could
be. He crept up, quiet as a mouse. There was the leprechaun, working away
on his shoes. Leprechauns used up a lot of shoes, what with their all-night
dances, any leprechaun would wear out ten pairs of shoes in a night. So
plenty of them lined their pockets with cobbling shoes.
     A small man sitting at a cobbler's bench, the shoe in front of
him. His little hammer was going tink-tink-tink-tink-tink as he hammered in
the minuscule nails into the sole. It was delicate work even for his little
size, and he was so intent on his work that Martin got up very close. The
leprechaun's hat was hanging on a flower stalk near him. Martin inched
closer, closer....
     And the leprechaun saw him, turned, snatched the hat, put it on his
head, and poof!
     Martin blinked from the flash of light...and the clearing was empty.
     But a leprechaun didn't move that easily. Martin knew that. If he
could find the leprechaun again, he would be more careful the next time.
     He returned the next morning, on a day just as fair, with the trees
just as green and a light wind blowing. Martin kept his ears cocked. And
there it was again!

	    "Oh, the shoemaker's hammer goes click-click-click!
		 "The shoes he makes so quick-quick-quick!
		"The shoes he makes are all sold-sold-sold!
		 "And bring the shoemaker gold-gold-gold!"

     This time, Martin was twice as careful. He slipped up until he could
see the shoemaker, the pile of shoes near him. Luck was with him this
time. The leprechaun's back was to him, and the cap was a bit further
away. If he could be quiet, this time he could...
     "Snap!" went a twig at his feet. The shoemaker's head turned, he
snatched up the cap and flash! Gone again.
     Three days later, Martin was still looking. This time he had to snatch
the hat first, he had to! If he didn't....he'd heard stories about men who
had chased leprechauns. They had three chances, no more! After that, the
leprechaun would move to another copse of trees, maybe close by, maybe
nowhere to be found!

	    "Oh, the shoemaker's hammer goes clack-clack-clack!
	       "The shoes I'm making are black-black-black!
	       "To be worn by the prince so fine-fine-fine!
		 "And the gold he pays is mine-mine-mine!"

     Martin moved carefully this time. He watched his every step, not a
twig or an empty snail shell would betray him this time! The shoemaker was
working away as before, and the cap was even a bit further from him this
time, and a bit behind him, sitting atop a branch of a fallen tree, perched
upon a smaller branchlet that stuck out into a convenient shape of a hook.
     Martin got closer....closer...and lunged! The leprechaun turned and
made a snatch for the hat, but this time, Martin was quicker! He got the
hat, he got it, held it above his head and waved it in his
triumph. "Hoorah!" He cheered himself. "I've got it fair this time I have!"
     The leprechaun didn't curse him at all, nor even appear to be
upset. Instead, he stood up and bowed to Martin. "A good morning to ye,
laddie." he said. "And how are you doing this fine spring day?"
     "I'm the luckiest man on the entire green island of Ireland." Martin
crowed. "I've gotten your hat, I have. You'll have to grant me a wish to
get it back!"
     "Sure and you have listened to your grandmother's stories then, have
you?" the leprechaun said. "That's the agreement we have with your people,
it saves a lot of wear and tear upon our armies not to have to fight. But
only one wish, mind you, after that, you can snatch all the hats you want
and it'll do you no good, no leprechaun will grant you a wish to get it
back."
     "My wish is simple enough. I'll be wanting your pot of gold."
     "And why would you be wanting gold, a young lad like you in the prime
of life and strong as an ox, money would only turn out to be a burden to
you. What do you want to buy with your gold?"
     "A better life!" Martin said. "A good home, good food, good
friends...."
     "A home and good food you have, what with your mother living with you
and caring for you." the leprechaun returned. "And friends you have aplenty
as well when you go to the pub nights. I'll ask you again, what do you want
to buy with the gold, for it's no good to you as gold, which only has to be
gathered and counted and kept hidden from robbers."
     Martin hadn't considered it that way. "I want...I want to be happy."
he said at last. "Really happy, all the time."
     "Ah, you seek the secret of happiness." the leprechaun said. "That's a
secret worth more than all the gold there is."
     "Yes, it would be." Martin said dreamily. Happiness would mean no
mother yelling at him, no rags for clothes, the finest food, and someone to
love... "No!" he said sharply. "I'll take the pot of gold, I will."
     The leprechaun sighed. "All right, then. If gold is what you want,
it's what you'll get. If it's happiness you want, you'll get that."
     "I'll take the gold and use it to search for the other. So where's it
hidden, then?" Martin demanded.
     "I keep it right here." the leprechaun said.
     "Where?" Martin looked around. "Give it to me."
     "All right then. First thing you need to do is to take those clothes
off your body."
     "Why?"
     "Magic of the Craft of the Old Ones." the leprechaun explained. "It
doesn't work the way Christian magic does. Now, I'm a leprechaun of my word
and if you'll do what I say, you'll carry away from here a pot of
gold. Will that take care of your wish, then?"
     "All right." Martin sighed, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I just
hope the priest will be light on the penance this Sunday, is all."
     When he was undressed, he looked to see the leprechaun had also
removed his clothing. The small form was fully male in every way, though on
a more wiry frame. And this leprechaun had on him a bigger tool than many a
man Martin had seen!
     For his own part, the leprechaun was pleased by Martin's body as
well. "Sure and you've been working hard in the fields to build up a body
such as yours." he said. "It take a lot of living to build a beautiful
manly set of muscles such as your own."
     Martin didn't correct him. "All right, I'm wearing the same suit I was
born in." he said. "What do I do now?"
     "We summon up the magic power of the Old Ones." the leprechaun
said. "And doing that is simple enough." And the leprechaun grabbed hold of
Martin's cock.
     Martin gasped as the leprechaun began to pull on his dick, his pud had
been soft before, but it rapidly strengthened. The leprechaun was a
shoemaker, and his fingers were strong and skilled, they worked their
talented skill upon Martin's prong and excitation danced in its wake.
     "You say that this is the magic of the Old Ones you're doing?" Martin
said.
     "It is." the leprechaun agreed.
     "Faith, and I've been casting magic spells meself every day since my
tool first had some hair around the bottom of it." Martin sighed. "Only I
never knew."
     "You knew." the leprechaun crooned. "Every time you hit your height of
delight, the Old Ones were there, dancing their joy all around you. All the
scandalized gasps of the saints can't remove that power from all that lives
upon and inside the world. But it's not just the joy of the release that we
are seeking here. You might have done this with your friends now and
then...."
     "Now and then." Martin agreed.
     "...but that's only a feather in the cap of the magic I'm about to
do." the leprechaun said. "You've got it in you now, the tingling of the
shaft, the fluttering in the stomach, the brightening of the world around
you, have you?"
     "I do, indeed." Martin sighed.
     "Then let's take you up to the next level of it, then." the leprechaun
didn't have to stoop in the least to suck Martin's dong into his mouth, and
he must have used some magic, for he took it completely down inside his
throat.
     Martin groaned as the pleasure in his cock turned from a tingle to a
pulsation, one that rippled up his shuddering back every now and then,
spaced fairly far apart...but that would get faster, the longer the
leprechaun kept up this amazing deep oral action upon his prick!
     "Mmm, mmmh!" Martin grunted as the leprechaun's head moved back and
forth with an agility and speed that matched his talent in making his
shoes. He looked down at the marvelous head of this magical creature that
had matched his body to Martin's, the top of the head was going a bit bald
as did many of the leprechauns in the stories, no wonder they favored their
hats so much. Martin panted as he watched that red-headed, fair-skinned
form less than half his height move upon his cock, and the joy that was the
very essence of maleness surged up within him.
     The leprechaun lifted his head off of Martin's dick and regarded it
judiciously. "I think you're about primed for the main action now." he
decreed.
     "Main action?" Martin whimpered. He was already in an enraged state,
his prickhead was a red angry color and seethed as it begged to re-enter
the dark, warm, soft interior once again!
     "Sit yourself down there." the leprechaun motioned to the log. "And
soon you'll have your pot of gold and your chance at happiness."
     Martin did, his body shivering, partly from the coolness of the
springtime air and partly from the desire that now rampaged through his
body. "Whatever magic you're making." he nearly whimpered to the
leprechaun, "you need to finish it soon or I'll make a sticky mess all over
you for nothing, I will."
     "We're nearly done." the leprechaun assured him. "And it's time I got
some pleasure of my own here."
     Martin didn't know what the leprechaun wanted, but decided if he had
to suck a little dick for the Little Person before him, he'd go ahead and
do his best.
     But the leprechaun got up and squatted down over Martin's prick, and
Martin's spit-slicked dong dove into the leprechaun's interior, the
leprechaun sighing with his pleasure at being impaled by a cock that was
proportionately far bigger than anything Martin would have cared to try to
handle!
     "Ah, the feel of the steel in your manly reel is what I need for my
deed, my handsome steed." the leprechaun sighed. "It's been many a year and
more since your people and mine were friends, and we shared our life and
our laughter together. The time of the Old Ones, the time before that God
of yours came across the water and frowned upon our joy."
     "You've done this before?" gasped Martin. "I never knew it could be
done, even, I would have thought I'd be too big for you."
     "Joy can be of any size." the leprechaun said. "And joy is the rock
you build your life upon if you're wise. Are you certain you don't want
just the happiness instead of my gold?"
     "No." Martin panted. This leprechaun was using his body to try to
trick Martin, he would not be swayed. Though a bigger prize than the
screaming pleasure that raged through his body right now was hard to
fathom. Perhaps he should...no, the money was a certain thing, and
happiness, when grounded in poverty, could not be the all of
it. "Give...me...my...gold!"
     "Ah, ah, it's coming." the leprechaun said to him as he bounced up and
down upon Martin's crotch, his small ass distended alarmingly to
accommodate Martin's man-sized pud. "You're about to get all the gold you
could ever dream of wanting or needing."
     "Give...it...to...me....uh, HUH!" Martin was climaxing, squirting his
jizz in a hard, frenetic orgasm that shook his body like it was caught in
the teeth of an angry bear rather than sprawled under the agile buttocks of
a leprechaun's ass. He pumped hard and fast and the leprechaun was milking
him hard, moving as fast as before, and Martin realized dimly through the
haze of his joy that the leprechaun was about to reach his own climax. And
as he did, as Martin subsided into the last dregs of his ejaculation, as
the leprechaun threw back his head and keened...the magic happened.
     A pot appeared before him, and as it solidified, the leprechaun
squirted his jism into the air in a thick, white, high arc.
     And as Martin watched with dazzled eyes, the jizz of the leprechaun
converted into gold coins and landed in the pot. The amount of the gold
that poured into that container was enormous, and the leprechaun's orgasm
lasted far longer than Martin's, and as the sperm squirted skyward, it
turned into glittering gold!
     It filled that large-sized pot to full and then some, a high mounded
pile of gold ended up above the rim, and when that mound threatened to
overflow onto the ground, the leprechaun's squirting stopped and he sagged
down onto Martin's body and gasped in his effort.
     "There's your pot of gold." the leprechaun gasped out. "Does this
satisfy your wish, and will you now give me back my hat and never again
take from any leprechaun ever again?"
     "I'm satisfied." Martin said. "You've granted my wish in full." His
eyes danced over the pot of gold, more money there than he could ever hope
to spend. His opportunity had arrived, for certain.
     The leprechaun gave him a bow and smile and disappeared, and with him
all of his appurtenances. Only the pot of gold remained.
     Martin smiled as he regarded the immense wealth before him. Reached
down to pick up the pot...and was stonkered. The pot was too heavy! It held
too much gold! He'd never be able to carry it even if he managed somehow to
lift it all! Line his pockets, then. He tried to pick up a single piece of
the gold, but found that heat had melted these gold pieces together, they
were all in one big lump inside that cast-iron pot, and wouldn't come
apart! Not a single loose coin in all this massive pile of gold!
     What to do? He had nothing with him, he couldn't bury the pot,
couldn't even move it. Roll it like a barrel down the main street of the
town? With all the thieves about, his life wouldn't be worth a brass
farthing the moment they saw that gold.
     "It isn't fair." he complained. "It just isn't fair! All this money
and I can't do anything with it!"
     A taunting voice came to him from the near distance, the leprechaun's
voice.

	       "The shoemaker's hammer goes ting-ting-ting,
	       "He works all day to make it ring-ring-ring,
	       "The work brings in gold all the day-day-day,
	     "And his happiness comes by the way-way-way."

     Martin heard that and he sighed, shook his head, smiled. A man ought
to know when he's licked, for fair. "All right, leprechaun." he said. "You
win. I'll trade in the gold if you'll give me happiness."
     "Done and done. It'll be waiting for you. Just look for the sparkle
that tells you where to look." came the leprechaun's voice.
     There was the almost-familiar flash, and when Martin blinked his eyes,
he was all alone; the pot of gold had returned to wherever it had been
before.
     Looking about, he sighed and said, "Well, I'd better go back to the
village and try to find me a position." he said. "Opportunity has just come
and gone, and I've missed it for certain. Time to turn to and try to earn a
living for myself from now on, it is."
     On his way back to the village, he saw that the old O'Hanrahan place
had a new tenant in it. A young man was in the field, laboring to till a
fair-sized field.
     "Hello!" Martin called out, and the fellow, glad to have an excuse to
rest a while, came over. "New in the county, are you?"
     "Yes, I am." the man said. "Just took over this farm and have to get
my crop in quick as I can." This man was near Martin's age, and fully as
strong, though the muscles this man bore were from work and his hand were
heavily calloused, but his eyes were clear and honest and his jaw spoke of
integrity with every fiber.
     "Would you be needing a helper then?" Martin said. "I could use some
employment."
     "I need someone that's for sure." the man said. "I'm Sean Reilly, and
I'll pay you a fair wage for a fair day's work."
     "Done and done." Martin said and put out his hand. As he did, and the
two shook, Sean smiled and Martin saw a distinct sparkle in his eye. Sean
didn't turn loose of Martin's hand, and his eyes went over Martin's body in
a way very like the leprechaun had done earlier, and Sean licked his lips.
     "It'll be a pleasure to have you working with me." Sean said.
     "And I'm happy to do it." Martin agreed.
     He hadn't been cheated out of his wish by the leprechaun after all!
And the gold promised by Sean's eyes was one that could never be stolen
away.

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