FOREWORD
Connor is Irish so I will make attempts to incorporate some gaelic slang so don't assume I'm talking nonsensical English. I won't change much of the phonetics to maintain a consistent readership. But if you can speak with an Irish accent then you can attempt to speak it in your head. Plus if the words go over your head then you can assume that it is the same for Jamie.
CHAPTER 03 - JAMIE AND THE IRISH
It's been a couple of weeks since Jamie joined the football team. The Irish striker, Connor gave him some private tuitions on his dribbling skills.
Jamie liked to see Connor's dribbling technique, mostly because every time Connor moved his hips his balls were so massive that it would undulate in his shorts.
'Pay attention, lawd' he said.
Damn he's so sexy. It's too distracting hearing him talk.
'Sorry, Connor. Do you mind if you just explain that one more time.'
I wasn't an idiot. I totally heard him the first time. I just wanted him to hear him speak again.
'It's all about being loose, boyo. Not like that. Relax your legs. Be quick on your feet. You want the other player to be on edge of the game.'
By this point, I was progressing. I dribbled the ball left and right in an attempt to pass Connor. But he made me forward flip and I landed badly on the ground.
'Bejaysus, you alright, lawd?' said Connor, blocking the sun's glare. I think I might have got a concussion.
'A bit dizzy like,' I groaned.
'Get up you eejit, you're alright,' Connor laughed and held out his hand.
'Let me just rest here for a while,' I said crawling into foetus position.
'Get up before I taybag you,' said Connor. He stood over my head and started squatting up and down my face. I peaked up and I could see he was not wearing underwear. I could see his hairy ball sack from right under his shorts. I was in no hurry.
After the practice, I visited Tom. I told him all about my attraction to Connor. Tom's my best friend and he always had good ideas about things.
'I'm doing private sessions with him every week but I don't feel we're getting to know each other,' I said. ' I mean, he has me running laps so much I'm too tired to think about anything else.'
'Maybe you could offer to help him out with his coursework? At least you're returning a favour. He might appreciate that,' suggested Tom.
'And what, have him come over mine?' I said. "Hey Connor, wanna study in my room? And by study I mean our cocks?'
Tom laughed. He has a good sense of humour and can take my homosexual jokes.
'You could ask him to bring some alcohol. Say it's a get together. Invite him for xbox. Maybe if he's not weird about it you can suggest you watch porn.'
'Seriously? You think that'll work?' I said sceptically.
'Sure, you can borrow mine if you want,' said Tom. He went to his box of DVDs and took out his stack of porn that he had hidden. 'I want them back OK?'
'Thanks, I guess,' I said looking through and bemused by the sex titles. 'How come we've never watched these films together?'
'Well, I actually don't watch them on my own. It's actually Beth's idea,' he said. I looked at him in bemusement. 'She likes to make love to the sound of fucking. I know, right? I don't know if she's crazy or the best girlfriend in the world.'
After getting Tom's advice on approaching Connor, I gave the Irish a call and told him about the plan.
'So tomorrow night, hey?' said Connor on the phone. 'What's the craic?'
'Well, my mum is off for the weekend so I thought you and I could get together for a get together,' I said nervously. Asking him out was like asking a girl out but more awkward because you don't want it to imply what you mean to imply.
In my head, I wish that it could have gone as simply as:
'Hey, Connor. Why don't you get your Irish cock over to my place where the craic is all mighty.'
Back to reality.
'There'll be beer, some video games, umm...' I paused. (Mention the porn!). '...some adult movies?'
'Adult movies, eh?' said Connor intrigued.
'Yeah, plenty of adult movies to watch,' I said.
'It's not like totally adult and complicated like Inception or some shit? I just about get Wall-E so we could probs watch that.'
'Um. Sure?' I said, almost baffled.
'Aye, sounds grande. I'll come over, lawd. See you boyo!'
Oh, Connor. What can I say?
What was implied to be a 'get together' in Connor's mind was a huge miscommunication. He had gone and told everybody in the school that I had thrown a party and there would be beer and games and Wall-E. (Well probably not Wall-E but with his Irish accent no one could really understand what he's saying)
So at 8 o'clock the next night, a hundred people came in and out the door. They brought their music and alcohol and their girlfriends. By 10 o'clock it became a sex riot.
Mike was there and he was chased by so many girls who learned how big his cock was.
Brad was playing shots with the football team drinking out of a girl's bellybutton.
Even Bowie was there, high on weed with his video camera.
'I'm gonna get on with all the ladies tonight! Make a porno, baby!' said Bowie as we passed by each other in the hallway. He came and whispered in my ear 'Wanna give me a quickie in the bog, sperm boy?'
I wanted nothing to do with Bowie. Frankly, ever since I gave him a handjob he has been hounding me for sex. But tonight was meant to be for Connor.
I found him snogging a girl in the kitchen. He had one hand down her crotch and the other massaging her breast.
It hurt too much to watch him. I wanted to leave him be but he spotted me just before exiting.
'Jamie! The legend!' He slaps his hands against my cheeks. I felt a little disgusted. His fingers were recently inserted up a girl. 'This party is a legend. And the women. What you think about her, Jim Jam? She might be a bit mog, like. I reckon she'd lie down in nettles for it.' He grunted towards his penis. I could see him get hard in his trackies. His bulge was clearly protruding. I wanted to milk the Irish sperm from his man udders.
'Connor, if I had to be honest. I thought tonight was just going to be you and me,' I said.
But before he got what I had to say he was distracted by Brad's call and response chant. All the football boys were making ape like sounds and howling loudly. There was a thing going round when a boy would shout 'punani'. And you'd hear the sound of girls running from the male neanderthals.
I saw Bowie videotaping girls' knickers from under the stairs. I had to confiscate his camera and leave it in a room upstairs.
The party was getting too out of control. I tried to give Tom a ring but he wasn't picking up. It was his idea. It should be him to sort it out. All I wanted was for one night to spend with Connor.
I heard my name called. It was Connor at last.
'Jamie, I wanna ask you a favour?' he said. Does he know that this was my weakness?
'Sure, what's that?' I said. I'd do anything for him.
'Can I use a bedroom? There's a girl that really needs to get bucked.'
I reluctantly offered, 'Sure, the room next to the bathroom.' Connor gave me a hug and buried my face in his armpit.
Connor and the girl ran to the room and shut it behind them.
I gave up on the party. I retired to my room and just laid there. I tried to drown out the call of 'punani' and the loud drum and bass kicking off downstairs.
It eventually died down. Gradually, people left home but some stayed behind. Then someone came into my room.
'Fuck off!' I said.
It was Bowie. Great.
'Hey, pal. Great party,' he said. 'A few of the lads are all camped downstairs and I thought since you had extra space here...would you mind I kip with you?'
I reluctantly agreed. 'As long as you keep your snoring to a minimum.'
I was completely knackered. I dozed off to sleep for an hour. Then I woke up to the sound of fapping.
Bowie was beating his drum in his sleep. He was sleep wanking. A part of me wanted to look under the cover if he was naked. But I decided not to. This boy was desperate.
I laid there for a while trying to make sense of the situation.
fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, ...
Sure he made me horny as hell but I was tired and it was too late in the night to initiate sex.
I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and exited the room.
There were sleeping bodies on the floor. I had to walk on tiptoes over skin. There was a guy in a sleeping bag and it was obvious he was having a blow job under it.
I occupied the bath tub. I snuggled up with my pillow and blanket. It was the only place that was decent to lie down in. I was so in need of sleep that I wouldn't care if someone took a dump right now.
As expected, someone came in. I just didn't want to see Connor or Bowie at the time. They were pissing me off.
'Shit, man. You gave me the scare,' he said. He had turned the light on, my eyes were squinting from the brightness. In the few seconds of distinguishing who it was, my heart stopped.
'You alright, pal?' he said. I couldn't believe I was meeting him at last. The one, the gorgeous Greek Boy. 'You're the guy that lives here right? What are you doing in the bath tub?'
'There's a boy that's kind of made my bed his mark,' I said. That made him laugh. He had gorgeous teeth, silky smooth black hair, and the scent of shaving cream. He wore a white tight shirt which made his pecks and abs visible.
'You're Jamie, right?' he asked.
'Yes,' I replied. I can't believe he knows my name. 'And yours?'
'Malachi,' he revealed at last. 'It looks awfully snug in there. You mind if I join in?'
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thanks again for your continued readership. Please keep your comments coming. I read them all.
On another note, I am trying to push the narrative in the nifty stories. Everything that happens in each chapter happens mostly in Jamie's reality. You may have noticed that Jamie is conflicted with expectations versus reality. He'll be let down a lot. However, when his fantasies do come true and sex does comes, (I can assure you that it does cum) he'll just grow as a character.
But for you guys reading with your lovely cocks, you'll want to be satisfied after each chapter as it comes. Which is why I will also be writing a separate canon entitled 'Jamie's Lost Cums', a series of shorts detailing the moments of daydreams and sex dreams of lost opportunities that should've/could've/would've happened in the main storyline.
I wouldn't want to deprive you of every missed heated set ups between steamy boy love would I?
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