Sligo is to the North of Ireland, a picturesque town rich in literary tradition with a beautiful river and bay. Our family goes there sometimes for Christmas. I shared my first kiss with another lad there. It was almost surreal, I remember seeing him in the pool hall each night. While he was taking shots I was staring at him, his ass in blue jeans and his muscular arms. He wore a tight white t-shirt! Ciaran, I later discovered was his name and he was scanning me too.
A pool hall in Sligo isn't the ideal place to try and score with another lad. The place was full of testosterone and if anything the wrong look would get you a few punches.
Ciaran was irresistible though, not just his neat muscular build but his freckled handsome face. I figured he was 18. My family noticed I was 'acting strange', my brother thought I had fallen for some girl.
The only person who knew the truth was Ciaran. He came right out with it one night. We were both in the same bar, at the back waiting to get a game on the pool table. Eventually, it was my turn to play Ciaran. He looked so hot in his blue jeans, white t-shirt, and white trainers. The shape his body made when he stretched across the table to take a shot, his firm ass lit up by the pool table lights. He moved around the table sinking multiple balls, each time he passed me, his ass rubbed against my cock and made me tingle. He must have known it.
The locals were thrilled Ciaran had beaten the out-of-towner. In accordance with the rules I ceded the table to him and watched him dominate all challengers.
After the last orders, I set off for the short walk, down the beach to our holiday home. I was pretty drunk and to be honest, horney too, thinking of him. I felt a thump on my shoulder followed by a friendly punch to my arm. It was Ciaran. 'You gave me a good challenge there, I'm Ciaran'. He reached out his hand and shook mine. The electricity was almost visual, such a powerful jolt of orgasm traveling through our bodies. We both felt it, his eyes watered as though he might cry, and mine did too. He pulled me towards a beach hut, shoved me up against it, and kissed me.
That kiss carried pure joy. His tongue set off a chain reaction inside me and I melted with pleasure. I gripped his firm ass and felt his cock throb through his jeans.
A shout ended it, Ciaran's mates wanted him. He almost fled, but I later learned he was the star player for the under-20s team. He couldn't get caught with another lad!
Ciaran had blessed me with a beautiful moment, one we would both treasure and as things turned out it wouldn't be the last time we were intimate.
I half thought I might bump into Ciaran at the local nightclub. It was two years since our first kiss but like most lads, he often went home for Christmas. It wasn't him I saw though, it was Tim. He was fighting with some lad over a girl. No surprise there, Tim loves fighting, give him any excuse.
The bouncers sided with the local lad, it took a few of them but they threw a few punches at Tim and put him in a chokehold. If I haven't gone outside I'm certain they would have choked him out, he was light-headed and shaking.
Merciless as they were you couldn't win against them, they were locals, and we were the strangers.
It fell to me to get Tim up off his ass and carry him home. He was drunk but insisted he couldn't go to his house in that state.
Carrying Tim was a strange experience. He's the jock who normally dominates me physically, how many hours, days even have I spent locked between his legs or into his armpit. Having him, dependent on me was almost satisfying. I was impressed by how heavy and solid he felt, even in that state.
The moment I reached our rental house my brother opened the door. He laughed when he saw Tim, his girlfriend was more sympathetic and offered to help. In the end, they went up to the bed and left me to clean him up.
Even in his intoxicated state, Tim was still playing the alpha. 'fucks sake do it right, that stings like fuck'. He did thank me the next day for cleaning up his wounds. I had never imagined cleansing a warrior could be so erotic but it was. Dabbing away his blood and sweat to reveal the hidden beauty of his face, watching his tough expression soften with the comfort of healing, and stripping off his hoodie to check for bruising on his manly torso.
Some lads wear scars well and Tim was one of them. So handsome with a black eye and a cut to his cheek. Even tougher looking than usual.
I had to get him to bed. Not to fuck him, sure I'd give anything to do that, but not while he's vulnerable like that. I couldn't leave him on the sofa for the family to see in the morning.
My bedroom was downstairs, at the back, beside the games room/gym. I pretty much carried him there. He complained when I told him he wasn't taking my bed and suggested I fight him for it. In those circumstances it was funny, he could barely stand. He insisted I strip him and I gladly obliged.
Tims's hoodie was already off, it was just below his waist that needed stripping. He was flat out on the mat I had placed on the floor. I started with his laces. Trainers are a major turn-on for me. Touching his, feeling his heat radiating out, loosening his laces, I was already starting to sweat. His trainers were white, Nike, athletic looking. I had some job wrestling them off his feet, I had to hold his ankle with one hand and work on his heel with the other. How can gripping someone's ankle be such a turn-on? Maybe it was the feel of his leg hair in my hand or the aesthetic thickness and musculature of his lower leg.
With considerable effort, one trainer was off. The sweaty stench hit me right away, I knew it well, he'd made me smell it, even lick it so many times. I loved how his damp sock felt in my hand. I would have happily licked him all night. With both socks off, Tims's heavy jock odor filled my bedroom. He opened the top button of his jeans and told me to unzip him.
My hand shook as I clutched his zip. This was like opening a gateway to pleasure, straight away his white jocks bulged out. I pulled at the foot ends of his jeans but his legs ass and package were just too big. Stripping off his jeans was sexual torment for me, having to push, stuff, and tug at his muscles and bulge until finally, it was all out.
It wasn't vanity on Tims's part, he didn't buy skinny jeans, he was just so well built down there. To my surprise, his white trunks were stretched high by a massive erection. It was an exhilarating sight. 'Strip it all off' he grunted.
Pulling Tims's jocks off, watching the cotton edges rub the tip of his cock, witnessing it pulse and rage, was breathtaking. How I kept it together to throw a blanket over It, I'll never know.
I wanted to cum so badly, but with Tim right beside me on the floor, I was afraid he'd catch me. It must have been two hours or so later, I felt him whisper in my ear 'stay quiet, you hear?' His right forearm was under my throat, he was clutching his left flexed bicep. I knew this was a rear naked choke. 'in your mouth now!' He wanted me gagged with his sock, he wanted me silent. Just to remind me he squeezed his bicep, I could feel myself fading rapidly until his sock was in me.
It felt like I was where I should be, under Tim's control and I relished the taste of his foot sweat. His muscular hairy thighs pulled mine apart and he shot his cock into my hole.
I couldn't believe Tim was going to fuck me! I couldn't think either, the pain when he blasted through me, the sheer thickness of him. I thought there would be no end to his length or depth. He never stopped throbbing, not for a second, his body felt strong and sweaty on me, he pounded away, stretching my legs wider and wider apart, hurling himself in deeper and deeper. I bit hard on his sock and sucked back his foot sweat.
He was brutal, unrelenting, and masterful. I could feel his strength in me and stamina. Tim was far from breathless and it was clear he could fuck me all night.
It didn't take long for him to make me cum, it was an overwhelming rush, my senses raced with excitement, and I could hardly comprehend the ecstasy of release. 'I'm going to fuck all the cum out of you'. He kept his promise, pounding me empty.
As soon as I was spent he pulled out of me, still hard as a rocket, still full of cum, and wrestled me off my bed and onto the floor.
Exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep. It felt like no time at all I woke with his foot on my face, he grinned down at me looking sexier than ever with that black eye. 'I'm going to get that fucker back, the one from last night, he won't have bouncers to save his ass this time, I'll make him my bitch, fucking local football jock Ciaran, I'll have him'.
My cock stiffened up again at the thought of Tim wrestling Ciaran. If only I had cum left in me.
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