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This is a gay sex story.  Or will be.  This story is fiction, and represents
no actual persons, living or dead.  The names of all the people,
and things in this story are made up. The town and citys are real
but establishments are made up.

This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting
male high school students under 18.  All of the sex in this story
is between consenting males.  One or more of the scenes may
involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in
most states, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO
acts should be in complete privacy on your own private property.

I am dearly sorry for the tardiness of this chapter.  I had a bit of writer's block.  Then I became busy.  Again I am sorry.  As one saying goes: "An author doesn't write, he listens to what his characters are saying."

I would like to thank one particular reader for his encouragement that really set the rest of this chapter in motion.  You know who you are and I thank you.  I would also like to thank Phillip Mossburg for his professional editing.

Dublin Delights
Chapter 10

`Have you ever experienced a feeling of pure happiness?  A feeling of contentment, without another thought in the world.  This is how I felt when I woke up next to Aaron.'

"Ummmmmmm," I said as I fluttered my eyes open.  `I could be quite content to remain entangled in his arms and legs for the rest of eternity.  This is what happiness, no love, is made of.  God, what did I do to ever deserve this.'  I could feel him stir, I knew that he was thinking the same thing that I was.

"Good morning love," he said.

`Yep this is what love is,' I thought.  "Good morning."

He opened his eyes and I stared into his forest green pools.  Uncontrollably, I gave him a kiss, instinctively his tongue slipped into my mouth.  We kissed for what seems like hours.  As if to interrupt a good thing. . . . .The damn phone rang.  Still kissing, I groaned.  Breaking off, I picked it up.


"Good morning, the time is 7:30 A.M.  This is your wake up call, Good bye," a robotic voice said back.  I hung up the phone.

"Who was it?" Aaron asked.

"A wake up call; the teaches probably made a request for all of us."

"You know, they always have a way of getting in the way.  Now where were we," he said as he seductively lunged at me.

"I don't know, why don't you show me."

And show me he did.  Pressing his lips into mine, we kissed.  My hands roamed over his bare back, his in my hair.  Nothing could stop this fire of passion. It took hold of me, and I wasn't fighting.

I wanted it, like it wanted me.  Aaron, knew it too.

I wanted him, like he wanted me.  Nothing could stop this.

His hips began to buck into mine grinding our cocks into each other.  My hands drifted to his ass, and pulled him toward me, further grinding him into me.  We could not get any closer.  Nothing could stop this, nothing but a knock at the door.

"Hello, are you guys in there?"  A voice said on the opposite side.

`No, were not here, nobody is here, we don't exist to the out side world.'  I groaned.  "This is not happening," I mumbled to myself

Aaron broke off, "Yea?"

"Come on, we are all going to eat breakfast."

"Alright, were coming," I said.  Aaron started to giggle.  "What?"

"Cumming!" he whispered.

"Shut up," I said as I shoved him off me.  He started to roll in laughter.  "Come on we have to go."  I got up and helped him off the bed.

"Are you guys ready yet?"  The voice asked.

"Hold on, by the way, who is this?" Aaron asked.

"What, you don't recognize my voice.  It's Tim."

I quickly put on some clothes and went to open the door.  Talking, Aaron has barely started to get dressed.  He was pulling on his pants as I opened the door.

"HEY!!!"  He yelled.  In shock he tripped on his own pants and fell onto the floor.

"You know I would have waited," Tim said as he stepped in.  Aaron blushed furiously.

"I know, but I wanted to see that look on his face."

( I have never seen somebody dress so fast.  Aaron was in his clothes in about ten seconds.)

"So how was last night. . . . .after I left?" Tim asked.

"Not as good as this morning. . . . .until you showed up," I responded.


I just frowned at him.  "Come on, we have to go eat breakfast."

"Hey, what about you, Tim? Did anything happen?  I mean you DID go off to bed with her."

"Yea, but. . . . . .nothing happened, we just talked.  But it was cool."

"Alright."  Aaron started to walk after Tim.  I grabbed his arm and pulled his into me.  I gently ran my hand down his cheek and said, "I love you."  This brought a smile to his face.  He reached his arm up and took hold of mine.  He took hold of my other hand and pulled me into a hug.  "I love you too," he whispered into my ear.  My feet felt like jelly.  Just being in his arms made me fall in love with him all over again.  I pulled him into a kiss, but didn't hold it long for fear of getting caught.

  We went down to the adjoining restaurant where breakfast was served. . . . .same as before. . . . .sausage, eggs, and toast.  I am beginning to think that is all they eat in this country.  I'll tell you this. . . . . .I didn't eat much.  Apparently neither did anyone else for that matter.  I guess that has become the custom around here.

After breakfast we were told to gather our belongings and pile into the bus.  This was going to be a long trip to Tralee.  There, we were going to celebrate New Years's Eve.

`Yeh.  This ought to be fun,' I thought with deep sarcasm.  I stepped out into the cold Irish Morning and shivered.  `This was going to be a long and cold trip.'  I climbed the steps into the bus and sat in seat near the back.  I reached into my bag and pulled out my blanket (which I conveniently purchased.)  I covered up and closed my eyes.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" I heard a most recognizable voice speak.

I knew that it was Aaron and in my playful mood I said, "Yep, this seat is saved for somebody."

"Who? If I may ask."


"Awwwwww how cute," Aaron said as he sat down.  "Do you mind if you share?  It is a bit cold out."

"I don't mind at all," I said as I opened up the blanket to cover him as well.  His hand instinctively slid into mine.  My eyes once again became heavy.  I drifted off to sleep.

I was awoke by a large bump the driver had absolutely no intention of slowing down for.  I opened my eyes, to see that Aaron's head had fallen to my shoulder during our rest.  I looked out the window and saw that we were getting on a ferry.  And there was a large river outside too.
"Wake up," I said as softly as possible.

"Mmm. . . . . . .five more minutes mom, please," Aaron mumbled.  I laughed to myself.

"Wake up, Aaron."  His emerald green eyes fluttered open.  `I love it when they do that,' I thought and smiled.

"What time is it?"

"I don't know, but we're here, where ever HERE is."  It was true, the bus's engine has stopped.

"Welcome to the Shannon river!" Mr. O'Mally said.  "This river is one mile wide and cuts across Ireland.  It will take us approximately a half hour to cross.  If you want to get out, there is an observation deck on this ferry.  If you are lazy you can stay here in the bus and sit."  Thus ended his description of the river.

We decided to get out.  Well, it was really ME that decided to get out.

 "Come on and get some fresh air."  In his groggy state, he was a pushover.  Descending the stairs I was meet by a cold whip of air.  Aaron too was hit with the same blast.  I pulled him off of the bus and walked to a railing across the ferry.  He put his hands on the railing, but pulled them off immediately and put them in his pockets.  I pulled close to him (in fact shoulder to shoulder) and put my hand in his pocket as well.

"It's cold out here," he said calmly.

"I know."


"What?  what is it?"  I could tell that something was really bothering him

"Sean, I think that you have to know something"

`Shit, this is never good,' I said to myself.

"For a long time," He began, "My heart was like the weather out here. . . . .cold. . . . .nothing. . . . .alone.  I knew that I was gay since I started highschool.   Like you, I kept it bottled up.  It scared me."  I could see a tear drop down onto the railing soon joined by another.  "Sean," the tears were falling in a river now.  Rolled off the railing and fell into the Shannon.  "I tried to kill myself.  I tried to slit my wrists.  I was so close.  I almost ended my existence."

I pulled him closer and put my arm over his shoulder.

"Aaron, I know what that feels like."

"No, no you don't," he practically yelled.

"Yes I do, because I did the same thing."  He looked at me.  I started to shed a tear too.

"Why didn't you. . . .Why didn't you go through with it?"

"That would be cheating.  I changed my mind, the last minute.  I swore to myself that, although how hard it would be, I would get through it."

He smiled.

"I swore the same thing.  Sean, you warm my heart.  I feel complete, I feel whole.  You are a part of me now and forever."

"I love you too," I said back.  I smiled back at him.

"Isn't it beautiful out here, I'm glad you got me up."

"It doesn't seem so cold now."

"I know."

This was more than I could ask for.  Not only do I love him, have him as a soul mate, but now I can relate to him and he to me.  There is nothing to stand in our way now.

(From the observation deck)

"Look," Mrs.Kensington pointed.

 "What?" Mrs. Beacher questioned.

 "Sean and Aaron, down there."

 "So, he has his arm around him.  Big deal."

 "I tell you, there is something going on."

 "So, you think that we should separate them?"

 "Yes." She said hesitantly.

 "Hmm," Mrs. Beacher said.

 Mr. O'Mally came up behind them.  "What's going on?"  He asked.

 "Look," Mrs. Kensington said.

 "See, this is what are intent was on the trip.  Bonding."

 "I think there is more than bonding going on between them."

 "Yea," Mrs. Beacher piped in, "We think that they should be separated."

 (Slightly to the left, still on the observation deck)

 `Hmm, I always thought something was up between them.  Look, them hugging in public.  Gaydom is just wrong.  What the hell is this world coming to.  They should all be shot.' Doug thought.  `But what if there just friends?  Further observation is required.'

This is the tenth chapter out of many.  I again am sorry for the tardiness.  But I would never drop this story.  That would be wrong.  So, there are many chapters to come.  Hopefully a little faster.  I would appreciate any feedback that you can provide.

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