Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 05:35:11 +0000 From: John Byrne Subject: Irish Charm This story is fictional, only read if you are over 18/21 (in your region). Feedback to titaniumhustler@hotmail.co.uk Chapter 1: An Oral Encounter He claimed to be straight, but the nervous look on his eyes said otherwise. Almost 17, he fidgeted awkwardly as we both stumbled up the narrow corridor of an alleyway into a quiet residential park. How did he end up there, with a closet homosexual, who was waiting to give him his first oral encounter. I was 17, fit, lean build from years of swimming, smooth with dark hair and eyes. We had known each other for years, but never this well. It began with a few simple text messages, before stumbling onto something so much more. We talked about the girls we liked, the women we wanted to bang, and slowly he would get an erection. Eventually he told me of his attraction to a few other people, those that he never wanted to mention. It was clear from his obvious discomfort it had to have been another boy. That was a situation I had too felt myself, until I gave into the hot lust, but that was another story. He too was athletic, but from more the traditional team sports, football and sometimes rugby. His hair was just lighter than mine, but not much, and he had blue eyes, deep blue eyes. They flickered with the worry of what he was about too, they worried. But the bulge in his loose jeans showed exactly what he wanted, even if he was too scared to admit. "Ready?", i remarked at him, before pressing my small hand to his crotch. "I don't know.. if this really is.. a good idea".. he mumbled, shaking his head from side to side. Somewhere in his mind the straight voice was telling to "Just leave, leave and no one has to know. He won't tell anyone", True as that was (it was the only way I could have brought him down this quiet alley), there was no chance of him leaving, not until his balls were drained. "this", I said, massaging at the growing size in his jeans, tightening the available space. "Is what you want, more than me". I smirked at him, and he gave back a juvenile response. It had taken weeks of listening to his troubles, his hidden secrets before he was willing to met me in, to his most intimate area. He groaned passionately before pulling my hand away. "We cant do this.. really", he tried to feign again, too worried about what his close group of friends might think about. "Don't worry, I promise not to tell anyone", I whispered intensely into his ear, before reaching down to fumble with the thin zipper hiding my nightly treasure. He shivered as the top metal button was opened, then the thin metal lips were parted as the zipper parted to reveal his innermost area. "Just make sure no one can see us", he pleaded before pushing me against the wall. "Sure", I said, not bothered to even look around, too eager to massage the thick member that was still hidden from view. He was wearing thin cotton boxers, white ones, like most the straight boys have at least one pair of. Slowly I pulled down his jeans down his athletic legs, the few hairs on his otherwise smooth skin were standing at end, anticipating what was about to come. Massaging his still growing member through the narrow cotton, I was surprised by its thickness, and its heavy weight. It was big, over 7 inches (bigger than my own), and it flopped desperately out looking for some attention. The long nights thinking about the naked women he watched on Pornhub and all the other websites hadn't prepared him for such a rapid hand moving along his member. He was cut too, probably because of the thickness of the pink helmet, now frothing with the juvenile attention. I massaged it gently from head to the base. His only response was a deep moan as I reached into his jungle of dark pubes and pulled out the heavy balls. They too demanded attention, but for the moment would have to do with the massaging from my own inexperienced hands. If I was with him any longer, I would have demanded he shaved his pubes entirely. It would have made the almost two inch thick member look even the more impressive. Still groaning he pushed his thick cock into my gentle hand, using the soft skin as a sensual substitute to his own hand. With a few rapid strokes, his legs began to tremble, and he had to force himself into the brick wall behind him to ride the waves of please. "You never said, uh.. you never said, that it would feel like this", he groaned before forcing his hips forward ever faster. With my other hand, I began massaging his gentle ballsack, suppressing the deep desire to try and orally massage that tender area. I was on a mission, to leave with his manhood juices all over himself, or better yet, over myself. With a few more long yanks, he pulled himself back, and demanded. "Just do it, now", almost ordering me. I just looked at him, the anxious look on his face. A desperate, naïve one that wanted nothing more than to get off. "Fine", he said, before gently licking at the narrow slit that was now pressing against my own soft lips. Taking the thick member by its base, I opened my eager mouth and engulfed the first few inches. Truthfully, I was not that experienced, and the taste caught me off guard. It was salty, not unpleasant, and my tongue began to water with what I had accomplished. Too eager not to please him, one of my better mates. I tried to engulf more but was unable to take it beyond halfway. Consider it youthful arrogance, but he tried forcing it down further, deep into my gullet. Only when I pushed him back, and regained my own composure, I could softly begin sucking on this impressive cock. "Uh.. that feels fantastic", he moaned, before grabbing me by the back of the head. "That's it, just suck my cock", he shouted through the darkness. pushing himself to the back of my mouth. In and out, in and out, repeatedly. I let him continue like that, embracing every bit of fuck juice that pulsed from his thick piece of meat, before pushing it as far down the back of my mouth as I could take. Soon, his pace began to quicken, his breaths began to draw ever closer, and I knew he was about to climax. "Dude, stop. I'm about to, about to cum",, he groaned before trying to pull his now pulsating dick out of my mouth. With a few hasty wanks, he was about to ascend to the pinnacle of his orgasm. Just before he shot, I pushed back his hand and engulfed his thick member, leaving his with no opportunity but to cum into the warm oral cavity that he had promised his slick cum. "No man.." he groaned, but the horny teenager never pulled away, not until the eighth drop had spilt into my inexperienced mouth. With a mouthful of cum, I still had some vestige of straightness left in me not to swallow, and so spat out most of his intense juices onto the ground. Some of the thick texture remained on the tip of my tongue, but for a moment I let it rest there, Pushing himself back, he threw his head back and wanked himself a few more times. The more familiar stroke rate forced out the last few shots of cum, that splat onto the ground. Shivering slightly with the reality of what he had just done, he hastily stood back, avoiding eye contact. "I'll do you next time," he promised, before lifting his jeans from around his ankles, and dashing to make an exit. The last thing the confused young man wanted to be seen exposed in a foreign part of town with his penis still semi-hard, balls drained. Yanking up the jeans by his thin belt, he muttered a "Thanks", before directing himself back to the centre of town. "No one can ever know about this", he demanded again, still so confused about what happened. "No one will," I nodded, truly oblivious to what he asked. "Text me again, when you want another BJ..." He nodded before disappearing into the darkness. He told me later he ran home, not stopping for anyone. By the time he threw himself onto his bed devoid of any of his thin layers, his erection was harder than ever. It took three more of his own self-induced orgasms thinking about what happened before it rested in his dense curls, and let him sleep for the night. I barely speak to him now, but he still admits my skills were unrivalled, no matter how many women he takes to his bed. He has a steady girlfriend, one day he might marry her. He struggles with his urges, still remembering his first, (and one of the best BJs he ever got) he promises to keep those feelings suppressed for her. How many times have we all heard that?