Well, here it is! Part two of my Ronan series. I'm not sure why I bother, only one person sent me comments for the first part, and I don't really expect it to be different now! No one there in the States even knows who Ronan is, so why should they be reading about him? Oh, well. I enjoy writing them! If you're wondering what the characters in this story look like, follow these links:
(Ronan is the blonde one and Arek is a fictional character)
http://www.geocities.com/EnchantedForest/Mountain/5752/ronan_44.htm http://www.geocities.com/EnchantedForest/Mountain/5752/ronan_148.htm
Plese send me your comments if you read it, whether you love it or hate it. And even if you have no idea who Ronan is, read anyway!
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and implies nothing about the
sexuality of Ronan Keating and Shane Lynch from the boyband
Boyzone. So there. Oh, and if you're not old enough to read
this sort of stuff, go away.
Enjoy!!
Irda Majere
Ronan's Exploits by Irda Majere
Part II
I got a response much sooner than I'd thought I would. "Who is it?" Shane called. "It's Ronan," I replied, "can I come in?" I didn't want to have the whole conversation outside in the hallway, and he quickly let me in. "I'm surprised you're still up," I said as he closed the door behind me. "Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep so I'm watching the telly. But what are you doing here so late?" he questioned. "I was gonna take a shower but there aren't any towels in our room. You wouldn't happen to have one to spare?" He grinned. "A shower? At this time of night? What were you two up to," he teased. I glared at him. "Oh, ha, ha! Just give me the towel!" With a laugh he walked over to the bathroom and returned with a big, white, fluffy towel; a typical hotel-towel. I accepted it and turned to leave.
As I took the handle on the door, I thought that Yvonne would probably wake up to the noise of the running water, and that she would probably question why I was showering so late at night. And I wasn't prepared to tell her that I had been jacking off and had to wash the spunk off my chest. Plus, I didn't really want to leave Shane just yet. Ever since the "Arek incident", I'd started checking guys out, and I'd noticed how damn gorgeous Shane was. And there was something about the atmosphere that night that made me want to stay. You never know... "Shane, would you mind terribly much if I showered here? I won't be a minute." He had by then sat back down in front of the TV, so he turned his head and said it was no problem. "I'm going to sleep very soon, but I sleep like a rock so I won't notice." As an afterthought he added: "Why?" I smiled and said: "I don't want to wake the wife, she's exhausted." He grinned back as I made my way to the bathroom, acutely conscious of his gaze following me all the way.
As I stood in the shower, I started thinking about that night with Arek again. And again, just the thought of him got me going, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep now without some "relief". But this time I was not settling for second best. Turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower and used the fluffy hotel-towel to dry off. I took my time and thought about what I was about to do. "What if he goes ballistic?" I said to myself. "It could turn very ugly..." Then the thought of Shane naked flashed through my mind, and it was decided. I was going to have him.
Quietly opening the bathroom door, I stepped into the now-dark bedroom. I stood still as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and then walked over to the king-sized bed. As usual, you couldn't hear a sound from Shane as he slept. He sleeps like a corpse, he really does. As carefully as I could, I slipped underneath the sheets next to the sleeping form of my luscious band mate. My heart was beating like never before as I pressed my naked body against Shane's, placing my hand on his well-formed stomach. I started kissing his neck as I ran my hand down his boxers, causing the beauty to stir. Reluctantly removing my hand, I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. He woke up and looked at me with sleepy eyes. But realization soon dawned on his face and he quickly sat up. "Ronan, what the fuck-" But I cut him off by swiftly sitting myself on top of him and kissing him deeply. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I started grinding my cock against him, making myself even harder and hopefully arousing my surprised lover.
But he soon recovered from the shock. He started running his hands over my arse and pushing me harder into him. He quickly rose to full height, and as I couldn't wait to have him in me, I swiftly removed his boxers. His beautiful seven inches came into view, and I just couldn't resist licking off the precum that had formed on the head. Shane drew a sharp breath through his teeth as I did this, and begged me to continue. Savouring the taste of his juices, I ignored his pleas; knowing I had even better things in store for him helped me to resist. I sat up again and kissed him on the lips, sharing the taste with my lover. He soon realized what I was going to do, and to my sheer pleasure, he reached down and removed the precum off my cock with his fingers before reaching behind me and using it to lube my hole. As he did this, I started grinding my hips harder and harder, letting out a loud moan.
When he had me lubed up, he guided me onto his awaiting cock and I eased myself down slowly, looking him in the eye the whole time. Then I started going lower and lower, gradually engulfing his whole shaft inside me. As I fucked him, Shane pulled my face to his and kissed me eagerly while he placed his around my cock. This made me increase the speed of my fucking, and I started getting more and more vocal as he pulled harder and harder. Soon we were in rhythm, his strokes and my fucking, and we were both getting closer and closer to bursting. Eventually, he shot his load inside me, biting down on my lip without ever stopping his pulling. I soon followed suit, and breaking the kiss I let out a scream of pleasure as I came all over Shane's chest and stomach.
Removing his now limp cock from my hole, I licked him clean of my spunk. As I reached up to kiss him, he gently but firmly pushed me away and ordered me to lie on my stomach. I got the same feeling of inferiority as I got when I was with Arek, and the same urge to obey his every command with pleasure. I turned over and soon I felt Shane's tongue licking the insides of my thighs, cleaning me. Even though I'd just shot my load, the sensation of his sensual licking made me hot again, making me moan and beg for more. He slowly made his way upward, nearing the most sensitive and erogenous place of all. He sure was taking his time, and because I'd just cum, I enjoyed every minute of it. He finally reached my crack, running his tongue gently over my hole, not penetrating it. I let out a loud groan and thrust my hips downwards. I then discovered that this was by far one of my favourite parts of gay sex, even though it was only the second time it was done to me. He gave in to my pleading and started perfectly fucking me with his tongue, never missing a beat and using his hands to stroke my thighs, making this the most erotic moment of my life.
But just as I was about to reach the ecstasy of orgasm, he stopped. Almost crying out with disappointment, I moved to turn around to face him, but he held me down. "Want me to make you cum, Ronan?" he whispered in my ear, reaching out with his tongue and licking my cheek. Before I could answer, he said louder: "Tell me you're mine." "What?" I managed to gasp. "Say it," he said, running his hand down between my cheeks and inserting a finger in my hole. "Shane, what are you-" "Say it," he repeated more firmly, "or I won't let you cum." I moaned as he finger fucked me, and blurted out the words he wanted to hear. "I'm yours, Shane, please just do it!" Apparently satisfied, he replaced his finger with his tongue, and in not time at all he drove me over the edge.
After recovering from the intensity of my orgasm, I turned around to face him. He gently kissed my lips before saying: "Are you mine?" I nodded and reached up for another kiss. Even though I had no idea what he meant by "his", I liked the thought of belonging to him. He wasn't as big and physically dominating as Arek, but he had some sort of superiority about him that really thrilled me and made me want to come back for more. "I have to go now, " I said as he started kissing my chest. "I don't want Yvonne to wake up and getting suspicious." He stopped, if a bit reluctantly, but he knew I was right. I stood up and went to get my robe from the bathroom.
When I returned, my newfound lover was sitting on the bed, still naked and irresistibly inviting. But I knew I had to go, so I headed for the door. "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye, my love?" The words "my love" made me jump a bit, but I liked his new nickname for me. "I'm sorry, Shane. What was I thinking?" I said with a smile as I walked over and stood myself between his legs. While we kissed, he ran his hands inside my robe and stroked the back of my thighs, eventually resting them on my arse. After we'd kissed for quite a while, we said goodnight and I went back to my room.
I opened the door to my room, and sneaked inside. Luckily Yvonne didn't wake up as I climbed into the bed next to her. Before drifting off to sleep, I thought about what Shane meant exactly by saying he "owned" me. But I was pretty sure that whatever it was, I was going to like it.....
Well, that's it for part two! I hope you liked it, and I'd really appreciate it if you sent me your comments, bad or good. jack_kea@hotmail.com
I would also love suggestions for what should happen next, I'm kind of empty at the moment.