Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2022 12:00:00 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Celtic Bond

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

Stay healthy and practice safe sex!

Happy reading.

Celtic Bond

Rhys scrolled through his phone mindlessly thinking about his hero Max
Whitlock, the most amazing night of his life and it was his night to
remember. The knowledge Max would never and could never be his had already
passed through his system, he eyed his idol with awe, [I'm gonna kick his
arse at the Olympics] Rhys told himself with confidence.

Bored out of his skull, Rhys decided it was time for a weekend in
Dublin. Pulling himself up off the couch wearing a black hoody, black
trainer socks and a tight pair of SpongeBob SquarePants boxers, the gymnast
went to pack a bag. Toothbrush, another pair of boxers and some trackie
bottoms to sleep in, done.

Rhys drove south to his friend's home for a fun weekend of socialising and
possibly a cheeky Guinness if he's really good. The sun shone down on the
narrow Irish roads as the gymnast's Mercedes cruised along smoothly. Rhys
sang freely as he drove enjoying pop classics, there was no shame in liking
Kylie Minogue, The Black-Eyed Peas, Miley Cyrus, the list went on.

Rhys reached his destination full of excitement, the champion gymnast had
his sights sets having as much fun as he could in 24 hours before he
returned to real life and training. "Rhys baby baby." The 21-year-old was
greeted to the beaming expression of his old college friend who had moved
to Dublin working in journalism. "Michael you bastard." Rhys grinned pulled
himself out of his Mercedes and grabbing his bag. They met with a tight
embrace, Michael wrapping his arms around Rhys' shoulders as he towered a
good 4 inches taller than the 5'7" gymnast.

Michael's flat was a small two bed flat he shared with his girlfriend in
South Dublin. The 19th century building with its narrow, dimly lit hall
leading to the staircase which took them up 3 floors to Michael's
flat. "Welcome to casa de Mike." Michael announced as he pushed the door
open. "Thanks, where's Roisin?" "I sent her out to grab some food for you."
Michael explained. "Ahh you didn't have to do that, I would've been fine
with a McD's." Rhys chuckled. "Oh hush, maybe when you're blind drunk at
4am." Michael giggled.

Afternoon turned to evening and after their meal, Rhys and Michael were
given permission to hit the town. The boys headed out to the mad social
zone that was Temple Bar, overpriced, too busy and yet in Dublin it was the
place to be.

The city centre was typically buzzing so Rhys and Michael found a spare
corner of the pub to stand in. The conversation typically centred around
Rhys' training. Already a Commonwealth champion, could he go one better and
win the Olympic gold? "I'll give it my best, but Max is so damn good." Rhys
conceded. "Nah fuck him, he's had his time, you'll destroy him." Michael
grinned patting Rhys' arm encouragingly. [Already did] Rhys smirked to
himself remembering their night in London with the amazing Essex gymnast
wrapped around his cock.

Michael left Rhys alone whilst he went to the toilet. The gymnast slipped
his phone out if his pocket and after a couple of seconds hovering over the
icon, Grindr opened. Rhys smiled at the number of black boxes, like him
they all had something to hide. [DPS]? Rhys eyed this one curiously, "hi."

"Ey up, broken the seal now." Michael grinned returning. Rhys locked his
phone and took another swig of his beer as their conversation
resumed. Another 30 minutes passed before Michael had to disappear
again. Rhys pulled out his phone and opened Grindr once more. "Hey." The
gymnast's heart began to pound. "How's it going?" "Yeah great, you?" "Horny
af!" Rhys typed then hit send before his mind could tell him
otherwise. "Good lad. What are you into?" "A good hard fuck, you?" Rhys
replied, he could feel himself beginning to harden in his boxers. "Aye,
same, just gotta be discreet." Rhys read the words with a smile, fucking
perfect. "Yeah, I need to remain discreet too." "Got a few pics?" Rhys felt
his heart rate shift up another gear, this was starting to get real, he
picked a couple of pictures which showcased his incredible, smooth muscular
body and hit send.

"Fuck, I need to run my tongue all over that." The reply forced a long
pulse from Rhys' cock. A second later several pics were shared straight
back, Rhys' jaw practically fell to the ground. [Perfect; smooth, toned and
broad.] "You look amazing' Rhys replied. "Clarence Hotel, room 322." Fuck,
Rhys was at full mast, this was too hot, he had to get away from Michael,
but how?

"The missus just text to check on us." Michael grinned. "Ahh, is she
missing you!" Rhys hoped aloud. "Probs." Michael sniggered chucking back a
deep gulp of beer. "Don't worry if you have to go back early, I know some
other friends who I can have a quick catch-up with in the meantime." Rhys
offered. "Nah, don't be silly, you've come all the way down." Michael
laughed off dismissively. "Don't worry about it." Rhys persisted. "You work
all week, I know you need some time together, go and show her some love and
I'll come back in a couple of hours." he finished resting a hand on
Michael's shoulder reassuringly. Rhys' heart was pounding, was Michael
really believing this horse shit? After a few moments Michael grabbed his
pint and threw it down his neck, then grabbed Rhys for a hasty
hug. "Thanks, big boy." he grinned before hurrying off. Rhys gave a deep
sigh before sending a quick message, "O.M.W." Then he collected his own
jacket and made his way to the exit, stopped by a couple of onlookers for a
quick selfie. "Door's open."

Rhys hurried through the hotel foyer and into the lift, pressing 3 the lift
took him up to the third floor. The gymnast could feel his heart rate
increasing as he exited the lift, following signs towards room 322. As he
arrived at the door, he glanced up and down the hallway before reaching for
the handle and turning. The 21-year-old slipped inside and quietly turned
the lock on the door to seal them in. Rhys approached the bed and found
himself presented with a smooth, pale, muscular man, who was facing the
bedhead on all fours and his head also resting against the mattress. The
big round, meaty globes looked deliciously inviting as Rhys moved around
behind them, as did the stranger's huge thighs and hamstrings. Then Rhys
noticed it, just to his right on the mattress was a black balaclava,
[perfect] Rhys smiled.

Picking up the balaclava, Rhys slipped it over his head and fixed it in
place to make sure only his eyes and mouth could be seen. The 21-year-old
then moved back and began to undress himself, quickly sliding off his
jeans, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling down his boxers and socks,
throwing each of them aside hastily.

Rhys approached the prone young man and lowered his face towards his
arse. The gymnast first took hold of the lad's cock which hung down between
his legs, soft. The veiny flesh reacted to Rhys' touch, with a pulse, the
lad's cock began to harden. Rhys' deep brown eyes watched while his fingers
gently pulled at the lad's pale foreskin. Rhys found himself in a trance
studying the way the thin membrane slid over the thick muscle below it. The
Irish gymnast's mind was racing, all the things he could do with the
beautiful form in front of him. While his right hand ran along the
beautiful 7-inch pole hanging down in front of him, Rhys' left hand gripped
the lad's left hamstring. Rhys' grip was firm as his fingers tested the
strength of the lad's beefy thighs, [gotta be the legs of a sprinter or a
swimmer] Rhys thought to himself.

Lowering his face towards the pale globes in front of him, Rhys felt his
heart pounding. The gymnast had no idea what this was about to taste like,
but he had a good feeling. The lad below Rhys smelt pretty clean, as if he
had recently showered. A warm, creamy aroma hit Rhys' nostrils as he
inhaled the smooth arse in front of him. The Irish lad's cock throbbed and
he felt as though his tongue was drawn forward like an electromagnet.

"Ugh." The slutty stranger growled as Rhys' tongue slipped between his
tight pink walls and into his hole. Rhys detected an accent in the voice
ahead of him. Swirling his tongue around the lad's hole Rhys grinned to
himself, the lad's ring was clean and suddenly even more inviting. Rhys
pressed his smooth cheeks hard against the lad's warm arse and flicked his
tongue up and down. "Uh yehhhh." The lad agreed, [Scottish] Rhys decided,
[probably Glaswegian] he grinned proudly.

The Scottish lad backed himself into Rhys' face, begging for more of the
gymnast's tongue. Rhys happily obliged pressing his nose into the
stranger's pale arse while his fingers gripped the Scottish lad's chunky
thighs, pulling them hard towards him. Rhys noticed how smooth the lad's
legs were especially compared to his dark, hairy tree trunks, [bet he's a
swimmer] Rhys chuckled to himself thinking about how smooth the stranger's
body was as he tasted the lad's sweet flavour.

Rhys felt it was time to assert a bit more dominance on the
situation. Remaining tongue deep in the Scot's hole, Rhys slapped his open
palm hard into the lad's pale cheeks. "Ahhh fuck." The stranger hissed with
a distinctive Scottish tone. The first strike was quickly followed by a
second and a third before Rhys removed his tongue from the lad's hole to
admire his work. The lad's pink entrance now looked so slick and inviting,
there was only one thing that needed to go in there now, Rhys' rock-hard
cock. The gymnast played himself while scanning the lad's hungry-looking
opening, then his focus moved out to the stranger's previously pale cheeks
which were now a deep pink colour.

The muscular gymnast mounted the bed kneeling down behind his victim with
his legs spread shoulder width apart. Taking the Scottish lad by his
thighs, Rhys jabbed the lower half of his hard cock into the nice inviting
crack in front of him. A gentle coo encouraged Rhys to give the crack
another pelvic jab, before slamming and resting himself against it the
third time around.

The bottom could feel Rhys' hard shaft running along the ridge of his crack
and he pushed his ring out suggestively. Rhys could feel the bottom's ring
expanding under his shaft, begging to be penetrated and felt the desire to
comply. Holding steady with his own self-control, Rhys stroked the lower
back of the bottom.

Rhys glanced at the pink hole in front of him, begging to be filled and the
Irishman gave in. Placing his tip at the entrance of the bottom, he felt
the hole relax and with a gentle push, his cock began to penetrate the sexy
stranger. The warm insides of the muscular bottom slowly surrounded his
shaft as he pushed his weight forward. Rhys' 7 inches disappeared gradually
between the tight, pale ring in front of him. Placing one hand on the
bottom's lower back, Rhys pulled his cock back half an inch then pushed
himself forward. Watching the bottom's tight pinkness swallowing his thick
rod made the gymnast throb, nearing those milky round cheeks.

"Fuck yeahhhh." The bottom grunted as Rhys' crotch pressed against his
milky cheeks. "You like that dick?" Rhys sneered. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me
hard." The bottom begged. Rhys grinned and taking the meaty thighs in each
palm, the top slowly pulled his cock as far out as he could. Feeling his
head pulling against the bottom's ring, Rhys clenched his teeth and thrust
his crotch forward deep and hard. "Ohhh fuck yeah." The prone Scot grunted
with his deep accent as Rhys' shaft ploughed deep into his warm
insides. "You fucking bitch." Rhys spat down as he slammed his lower body
into his bitch.

The Irish gymnast threw his body back and forth as hard as he could, "Look
at me bitch!" Rhys growled. The gymnast narrowed his eyes concentrating on
the pair of eyes looking back at him, he'd seen them before but he didn't
know where. Big, blue and filled with a look of animal enjoyment, the
bottom's eyes encouraged Rhys to pound him. The gymnast gripped tight to
the bottom's hips and used those muscular cheeks to bounce his crotch
off. The sound of crotch slamming against arse grew louder as Rhys focused
on length and depth over speed. About 1-2 seconds between thrusts, Rhys
pulled the length of his shaft right out to the Scot's ring before pilling
the entire thing into the bottom's tunnel, mashing his curly brown pubes
against the smooth, milky globes in front of him. Egging him on, the
bottom's mouth fell open to moan happily from within his black balaclava.

The Irishman decided it was time to change the angle and rolling his weight
forward he pressed the bottom's lower half down towards the mattress. The
Scot complied, allowing the weight of the gymnast to pin him down. Rhys
then used his legs to spread the bottom's legs wider, placing his legs
inside and pushing them out. Finally, moving his body above the bottom so
that he could practically kiss him and plunging his cock forward into the
Scot's tight cubby, Rhys' lips connected with the bottom for a split
second.

"Kiss me." The Scot begged. Rhys agreed, kissing the mysterious bottom was
hot so stretching forward a little more he locked lips with the bottom and
used his powerful legs muscles to move his lower body. The masked fuckers
kissed passionately while Rhys' crotch thudded into the bottom's meaty
arse. The animal in Rhys was free and the top took full advantage, using
his legs, he pulled his raw cock back to slam it deep into the Scot's
body. The momentum of Rhys' crotch crashing into the Scot's juicy arse
threw the top's crotch just as quickly as he pumped down into it. As they
sucked at each other's lips, both lads groaned through their noses to
accompany the sound of Rhys' crotch thudding into that round, pale arse.

Rhys pushed himself back upright pausing to steady himself and then with
one almighty swing, the top pulled his cock back 6 inches before slamming
hard into the pale cheeks in front of him. "Oh God!" The Scot screamed into
the sheets underneath him, the hard cock slamming mercilessly into his
belly filled the bottom with a searing pain that felt so bad and yet so
good. For leverage, the Irish gymnast placed a hand on the bottom's
balaclava and pressing him backwards, towards his own crotch, Rhys thudded
as deep and harder as he could into the groaning bottom.

"You like that? You like getting fucked hard you bitch?" Rhys
sneered. "Yeah, Irish boy, destroy my hole." The bottom begged. "You dirty
slag." Rhys grinned. Under his balaclava, Rhys was sweating profusely, the
energy he was expending on the bottom's hole made his entire body glow with
a sheen of his sweet, young sweat. The bottom moaned and groaned with every
shot as Rhys did as he was told, burying his cock deep into that firm pale
arse so hard the cheeks rippled.

Without a face, the arse below him had no meaning to him, other than a warm
tight cavern to bury his hard cock into. All the sensitivity of Rhys'
personality disappeared with anonymity, there was no love to be shared,
just pure, animal, man-on-man, no-boundary sex. The thought going through
Rhys' mind was simple, his head was tingling, hardening and
widening. Rocking forward, the gymnast gripped the bottom's shoulders and
pulled him back while Rhys swung forward. "Ahhh fuck." The bottom cried,
the sound of which was drowned out by the sound of Rhys' crotch battering
his firm arse cheeks.

Rhys' lean, muscular body threw his hips back and forth into the warm pale
arse in front of him. The young Irishman's balls were becoming increasingly
heavy while he ploughed the inviting bottom. Battering his crotch into
those broad, reddening cheeks Rhys' muscular crotch squelched a filthy wet
sound of sweaty skin on sweaty skin. "You filthy bastard." The bottom
grunted, a cheeky smile across his hidden face as the mystery top slammed
his raw shaft into his aching belly.

"Where do you want my load?" Rhys panted in preparation, throwing his
athletic body into the bottom, begging himself to cum. "Shoot over my
face." The bottom suggested. Rhys smiled through his mask as his crotch
rammed into the bottom's arse, how hot would it be to shoot over a
stranger's face while looking deep into their eyes.

Rhys pummeled the bottom's firm, pink arse cheeks a few more times,
slapping them as hard as he could with his crotch before pulling all the
way back to pop out. The Irishman placed a hand on the bottom's fine arse
and gave him a powerful sideways shove, forcing the bottom onto his back.

"Jack off too you bitch." Rhys barked, moving around the bottom's head to
view his entire body while jerking over his face. There was something about
those muscular, meaty, pale features Rhys recognised, he'd wank over this
body before and now, right there in real life he was about to explode all
over it for real.

The bottom jerked as instructed, tensing his milky muscles to slide his
foreskin back and forth across his raging purple head. This muscular lad
was pretty stunning and the way he took Rhys' dick made the Irishman throb
hard, it was so fucking hot. Rapidly, they jerked themselves off, studying
the aesthetic perfection of the other lad's smooth, pale, muscular body.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum." Rhys announced, his facial expression transitioning
from calm concentration to desperate exhilaration. The bottom's eyes shot
between Rhys' open mouth and his thickening head, watching a stream of
precum oozing from his slit. "UGHHH!" Rhys grunted, throwing his hips
forward as his balls burst and sent a river of cum down his cock.

The first rope of Rhys' cum blasted out like an explosion of pent-up rage
landing just before the bottom's right knee. The first shot was closely
followed by the rest, each spraying out across the tall bottom's smooth
canvas of a body. The submissive stranger watched Rhys' every move, the way
the Irishman's smooth, muscular body tensed with each burst of his seed and
hearing the gentle groans that accompanied them.

"Oh yeahhh." The bottom sighed pulling down his helmet, allowing his head
to swell before he too began to ejaculate. "You're so hot I'm gonna shoot."
The Scottish lad groaned then released his swelling boner. Unbeknownst to
the bottom he was treating Rhys to his favourite thing about the male
orgasm. Standing upright, the Scot's cock began to convulse and as the head
recoiled, a thick white rope of cum flew from the slit of his purple head.

"Oh Jesus!" Rhys groaned watching the bottom's cock tensing as it squirted
freely over his smooth, pale body. The cum shower rained from both
directions, Rhys' thick cum spraying across the bottom's pecs while the
Scot's cum fired up from his errant hose, colliding with Rhys' cum and
landing across his smooth chest.

The final drops of Rhys' seed formed at the end of his slit while he
studied the bottom's smooth, cum stained skin. The big Scot groaned once
more as a final volley of pure cream blasted out across his abs. Rhys
appreciated the sight of the big lad's thick legs quivering during his
final explosion and with a sigh, the Scot dropped his softening cock down
onto his cum soaked body.

Rhys fought to urge to lay down next to the bottom and cuddle up against
that stunning body. "Turn away you filthy slut." Rhys hissed. The bottom
did as he was told, rolling onto his cummy front and waiting patiently for
Rhys to depart.

Once he was sure the bottom couldn't turn around to find out his identity,
Rhys climbed off the bed and picked up his clothes. The bottom waited
patiently, listening to Rhys slide his legs into his jeans then pull on his
shirt. Lastly, the jingle of keys were the last things Rhys collected and
turned towards the door. Waiting until just before he turned the handle,
Rhys pulled off his balaclava and dropped it to the floor. "Bye you dirty
bastard." He grinned before slipping out of the door.

}

"You're back, good catch up?" Michael beamed, opening the door wide for
Rhys to enter. "Yeah, nothing special though." Rhys lied. "No problem. I'm
gonna head to bed if that's ok." Michael asked. "Yeah, you're good man. I'm
pretty sleepy myself." Rhys nodded. "Cool. See you in the morning." Michael
waved, heading towards his bedroom.

Rhys sat there recounting the night's events. The gymnast couldn't believe
himself; he'd walked into a hotel room, put on a balaclava and fucked a
stranger senseless. Although his balls were empty, just the reminder of how
hot their session was enough to make Rhys' cock stir. The gymnast opened
Grindr to find a message waiting for him, "You were incredible." Rhys
beamed proudly, [what a weekend].

~

Duncan Scott heard the door shut and rolled over to his back. Clenching his
hole, he smiled up at the ceiling, that familiar feeling that felt so good,
his tight arsehole stretched nice and wide by his favourite thing, a lad's
hard cock. Duncan pulled his balaclava off his head and placed it on the
pillow next to him then grabbing his phone he found the message thread
again typing, "You were incredible!"

END

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