I LAY MY COCK ON YOU PART 5
"FUCK AGAIN" By Ben W. Reisser
DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction involving sex among consenting males. It does not reflect the sexual orientation of any of the individuals herein. If this kind of stuff is illegal in your locale, if you are below the age of 18, or if you find themes as this offensive, this story is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy and get aroused.
CHORUS: Can't believe that I've to fuck again I thought this sex would never end How was I to know You never told me. Can't believe we're doing it again And I who fucked like there's no end How was I to cum You spent me empty?. (To the tune of "Fool Again" by Westlife)
"MORNING, fucker!" I was awaken by a loud voice from my Uncle Louis who was getting dressed. I tossed the covers and rubbed my eyes. It was already nine o'clock in the morning and Mark was gone.
"That's one hell of a show last night, kiddo!" My Uncle grinned as he put on his tie. "Anyway, I really have to get going now. Ronan and Anto are meeting me at Rolo for the band's performance in Sligo two days from now."
"Umm, ok. You take care, Unc," I said, getting up from my Unc's bed and heading to the bathroom for a piss.
"I'll be back later this afternoon." Uncle added. "By the way, Martha's not coming back 'til later this evening so I asked Bryan to be with you while I'm gone. He's a nice boy; just don't freak him out!"
I smiled coyly, remembering vividly the embarassing incident the previous night.
"Well, 'gotta go now, lad. Breakfast is ready downstairs. Bryan's coming any moment from now."
My mind was rejoicing because of what Uncle said. (No, not about the breakfast, silly!) It was the thought of Bryan coming over that made me really excited.
I went back to my room and took a quick shower. My entire body reeked of Shane, Mark, and Unc Louis mixed all together, but the smell was good; it felt sexy in a way. Part of me did not want to let go of the juices I was bathed with. But part of me also wanted to erase all the evidence of last night's utterly embarassing scene. I decided to do the latter, though I didn't really believe that washing all of the traces will help me forget it. (Somehow, I didn't really want to forget last night-- it felt really special doing it with Unc and Mark despite the shameful circumstance) I put on a clean robe and felt really refreshed and envigorated, ready for Bryan.
My Unc was already gone with his car when I went downstairs to check out the breakfast. It was pizza, probably delivered half an hour ago. (Well, with Martha not around, who could complain?) Hell, my Unc's a great band manager but a really lousy cook! Anyway, I felt so hungry from last night's wild activities that I greedily ate all of it in a breeze.
I had just finished brushing after eating when the doorbell rang. My heart was beating in frenzy. I was so damn excited to see Bryan.
He drove a rather flashy yellow sports car which he parked in front of the house. Nice car, I thought. But he looked a lot nicer. God was he tall and sexy!
"Hi there li'l fella!" Bryan McFadden greeted.
"Hey there, Bry," I replied, as we both made our way inside the house. He has some comic books with him, which was a relief to see instead of a gleaming machete.
Stop! Stop! my mind screeched. Get over the fucking dream or you'll get crazy!
Bryan and I went to the den where he played a record.
It was Westlife's first album. (Hey, you always patronize your own!) We sat on the sofa and began talking.
I found Bryan a very gentle and sensitive young man. He was fun to talk to. In no time, I felt really at ease conversing with this lad. It's like I've known him already for a long time that I confided a lot about my life. He, too, told me a lot about himself.
"Tell me about your girlfriend," I asked.
"Well, we're getting married pretty soon," He replied.
"Do you really love her? I mean, I know you like men a lot so I was kind of surprised when you told me you have a girlfriend."
"Yes, I prefer men any day of the week. I don't think I really love my girlfriend at all. I'm only getting married to save the band, that's all." He answered with a sad face.
" What do you mean?" I was puzzled.
"Well, it started some months ago with rumors about me being gay. I mean I could not afford to have my cover blown so marriage seems the most likely solution to dismiss all those nasty talks. I'm not ready yet to do what Stephen Gately did, although I admire him a lot for his courage to come out. I love the lads and I can't let the band down so I guess I just have to make some sacrifices."
"Oh, you poor thing," I consoled him. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Bryan said. "I'm sure I'll be fine. Did you know that even though I like cocks a lot, I sometimes crave for pussy, too?"
"I didn't know that! Does it mean your bisexual?"
"Well, sort of." Bryan responded.
"Do the other lads like women too?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. They're just a bunch of faggots screaming for cocks and nothing else!" We both laughed.
We talked some more. I was really getting turned on by this lad. Not just for his striking looks but also for his sincerity and openness
"By the way," Bryan said. "Mark called me early this morning and told me not to let you fall asleep while I 'babysit' you."
My faced turned red. Mark told him everything about last night!
"I don''t understand what he meant. He was just laughing all along and refused to give any more details," Bryan added.
Though I felt really embarassed, I explained everything to Bryan. I felt there's nothing wrong in telling him about it since we've been very open to each other the moment we began talking. He was laughing hard even after my story was finished.
"Wow! I couldn't believe I was the villain! You really have nasty dreams!"
"Well, I could make up to you and make you an instant protagonist if you want!" I offered.
"How?"
Bryan's question was never answered verbally. In just a few moments, we were already holding each other naked inside my bedroom.
Bryan and I began kissing each other madly. His tongue flicked inside my mouth as he caressed my chest and arms. I sucked on his tongue and tasted his sweet saliva.
"Fuck me, Bry," I said when we broke up for air. "Make it really hard as if you're raping me."
"Is that what you really want, stud?"
"Yes. Fuck me hard in the ass. I want your big cock in my boy pussy."
Bryan took some lube from the drawer and coated his dick all over. He then massaged the remaining goo in my hot teen hole. I wriggled in pleasure when I felt his fingers pry my ass open. I couldn't wait to have him inside me.
Bryan slowly enetered me with his rock hard penis. He was slow and gentle.
"Fuck you! Are you a man or not?!" I challenged. "Fuck me harder! Rape me!"
Bryan instantly rammed his dick inside me entirely. It was so painful but it felt really good.
"Is this what you want, bitch? Is this what you want!" He screamed as he banged me furiously.
"Yes! Ohh... fuck me! Show me no mercy! Ahhh!" I moaned in agony and pleasure.
Bryan went harder and harder until he was pounding on my ass like crazy. At times I wanted him to stop because it got painful but I was enjoying the intense pain of it. I was close to cumming and he was, too.
"I'm cumming, you whore! I can't hold on any longer I'm gonna spray all over your fuckin' hole!" He moaned.
With one violent thrust he let go of all his pent-up liquid. My ass tightened around his man tool which gave him even more pleasure. I was softly sobbing.
After his dick was thoroughly milked, he withdrew and kissed my tears.
"Ohh, I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you!" He began to panic.
"No," I mumbled. "I liked it very much. It felt different doing it the hard way. Don't worry, I'm still in one piece, right?"
He smiled after he heard my reassurance. He then kissed me passionately in my lips, neck, and down to my torso. He moved further down to my crotch but ignored my cock. Instead, he pried my asscheeks open and gently licked my hole, bathing and soothing it with his expert tongue and warm saliva. I felt better.
Bryan then went for my cock. He swallowed it greedily. He took it in his mouth completely without even gagging. It was so good that I came in violent spurts after just a few sucks.
Bryan and I made love to each other throughout the entire morning, taking turns to fuck and suck each other. I was so horny and energised though I had exhausted myself the previous night with Shane, Mark and Unc. It felt really great being with him, as if I haven't fucked for so long and I'm itching for every bit of him.
We slept for an hour before we took a shower and dressed up. Bryan and I lunched in one of the plush restaurants in Dublin and took me sightseeing 'til late that afternoon. When he dropped me home, Unc Louis was already there.
"Glad you enjoyed each other," Unc Louis told us.
"Well, Bryan was great," I remarked.
"I see that. He's not anymore your machete-wielding devil, eh?"
Bryan and I both grinned. Sure he was not anymore my frightful demon... but rather an angel glowing with love and sexiness.
Ok, so there you have it. The final Westlife lad on Ben the Conqueror's checklist. But hey, we're not yet through with the saga. We still have one final chapter to come that will wrap up this story. Don't miss it 'coz it's really special, I tell you. Watch out for it.
This sequel is dedicated most especially to Chie my new friend, and to all the avid readers out there. I really do appreciate your letters, guys!
I've always saved the best for the last. See you on the final chapter of my story!
Ben W. Reisser reisserb@yahoo.com