Halfway through Kieran Kelly's 12th year of life, his father went out for a smoke one night and never came home. His mother applied for social housing, but the waiting list was at least seven years long. Even working two jobs, all his mom could afford was studio apartment in not-so-good part of town. Kieran started searching for odd jobs to earn a little pocket money and to help his mother. Kieran knew from an early age that he was `different'. When he entered first form at secondary school, his willy would begin to thicken when he looked at the other boys around him too long; so, he tried to keep to himself. Becoming a part of the wallpaper was fairly easy when one was a stereotype. He was normal weight and height for a 12-year-old, auburn hair, bright green eyes; just like a hundred other poor boys in the Dublin outskirts.
One evening, a few days after his 13th birthday, Kieran stopped in the bog at a nearby park to have a piss. An older man, probably in his 40s approached him and offered him €5 if Kieran would let him suck his dick. It sounded like a win-win proposition to Kieran; five minutes later the man walked away with a mouthful of watery cum, and Kieran, with the fiver and a headful of ideas about how to make extra money for him and his mum. Several evenings a week over the next six months Kieran could be found at an old bog in the park that not many people seemed to use. He'd found that the end stall had a most fortunately placed hole between it and the piss trough. At first, he couldn't have been very good at his job, but other than a few complaints of "mind yer teeth, laddie", the hole had been quite the money-maker. He started out charging €5 per gob, after he got better at it some of the old fellas would give him a tenner. At the end of 6 months, Kieran had accrued just over €2,500. He knew his mother would think he was stealing if he came up with too much money, but he managed to sprinkle her with nearly €1,000 spread out over the time. The rest he put into an account at the bank.
Something else happened when Kieran was about 13 ½ years old; his mum started a third job as an office assistant to a Texas oil man named Dean Connolly. Dean took quite the liking to Charlotte, Kieran's mother, and by the end of the year they'd made plans to marry. Dean was quite well off, and after the marriage the three moved into a fine top floor flat in Dublin. Dean was a nice enough fella, but he kind of cramped Kieran's style. Now that they were near the city center Kieran was on unfamiliar grounds for his odd-job of choice. He took to scouting every evening for a new office to set up his practice. Ironically, he found what he'd been seeking, quite by accident, right at home in Connolly Station. Kieran and his mum had made a trip to Sligo to visit her sister. As they pulled back into Connolly Station, Kieran was bursting for a piss and came straight off the train into the Men's room; too tight to wait to get to their apartment. He decided to take a stall since it was so crowded and there it was, in the last stall on the right, there was one of those fortunately placed holes between the stalls. All the searching he'd been doing and the prize was right under his nose.
The weekend came and Dean and Charlotte went for a night on the town; fifteen minutes later, Kieran did as well. Since their flat was in the Connolly Station Apartments, the commute to his new office took less than 10 minutes. Half past seven found Kieran on his knees with a fat todger lodged in his craw, guzzling the cream direct from the cow...or bull, as it were. He came to realize, after a few weeks and a close encounter, that this location had a lot of risk involved in it. A customer had waited outside and tried to follow him home. Luckily Kieran realized he was being followed, and took the man through a series of dark alleys until he lost him; then made his way back home.
By the time he was fifteen, Kieran reckoned he must have sucked at least a quarter of the cock in Dublin. In reality, it was only a small fraction, but he stayed quite busy. Near the end of his 15th year, his mother had some news for him. He wasn't quite sure how to take it. They were moving to America. Dean's consulting job was ending up and he wanted to go back home and take his new family with him. It was all a whirlwind; before he knew what was happening, they were on a connector flight to Heathrow, then an intercontinental flight from London direct to Houston. They rented a small house north of the city that summer, while Dean was having their house built on his 200 acres of land. Kieran rode up with Charlotte and Dean to check on the progress of the build in late summer; Kieran fell in love with the area. Down the road from their soon-to-be ranch, they stopped at a little country store called Benton's. The lady who ran the store welcomed them with a broad smile and a friendly greeting.
"Miss Ellie, are you a sight for sore eyes!" Dean said.
"Dean? Where the hell have you been the last four, or is it five, years?" Miss Ellie asked.
"Well, ma'am, I went and rustled me up a family" he said proudly. "this beautiful flower is my sweet wife, Charlotte and the handsome, strapping lad is my stepson, Kieran." While Charlotte perked up and gave Miss Ellie a big smile, Kieran turned red, both from being complimented and being brought to the center of attention.
"Will y'all be moving onto your family's place, then?" Miss Ellie asked.
"Yes ma'am, I'm sure you've already fattened up all the construction workers by now" Dean kidded.
"Well, I swannee, I was wondering what all those fellers was up to, so it's your spread they're building?" she said.
"They tell me it will be done in another two weeks" Dean said, stepping aside when the bell on the door rang.
"Hey, Jackie! You and Randy make your way on in here" Miss Ellie said, "these folks are about to be our new neighbors."
"Jackie? Jackie Oliver?" Dean asked.
"Dean? Damn is that you? Jesus you got old on me!" Jackie said.
"I think its mutual" Dean laughed, "so, this is my wife Charlotte and my stepson Kieran; this is an old friend of mine from back in the day, Jackie Oliver. Sorry, I don't know your friend there."
"Oh, this is my son, Randy" Jackie said.
"Your son? I never expected to hear that phrase come out of your mouth" Dean said.
"Long story" Jackie said, "best told over a glass of George T. Stagg, in my den."
"It's a deal" Dean said, "let me give you my card. Miss Ellie can I borrow a pen? The numbers are all Ireland, I'll give you my cell." He wrote the number on the back of the card and handed it to Jackie.
All during this conversation, there was a delicate dance of eyes going on between the youngsters. Miss Ellie saw it first and then elbow-poked Jackie gently, pointing with her chin. As the conversation played out, they watched Kieran stare at Randy until Randy turned to look at him, then he quickly looked away. Randy then mentally undressed Kieran for a while until Kieran looked back and Randy turned away. It was right damned amusing. Randy had missed most of the conversation, but caught the tail end where Jackie was saying "How about Saturday night, come around six and I'll make us all dinner. We have a spare bedroom and a pullout sofa, so you are welcome to stay the night."
"Done deal, buddy" Dean said, turning to Miss Ellie he said "Miss Ellie, we have to go, but I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of you soon."
"Good to hear" she said, "Have a safe trip back to Houston."
"Bye Dean, Charlotte and...uh..." Jackie started.
"Kieran" Randy finished, then blushed bright red, setting off an equal reaction in Kieran. Jackie and Miss Ellie both cracked up, the facial fireworks were funny as hell to them. The Connollys walked out and took off.
"What's so funny to you, pops?" Randy asked.
"Since when have you become a blushing virgin?" Jackie said chuckling.
"What?! I wasn't..."
"Yes you were Randy!" said Miss Ellie.
"Well, he's just the...he's...uh...damn, he may be the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen" Randy said, struggling to find the right words.
"You may be in luck; he was sure checking you out" said Miss Ellie.
"For sure" Jackie said, "all the eye humping in here was getting near pornographic!" Jackie and Miss Ellie both busted out laughing.
"When are they supposed to be moving in?" Randy asked.
"If you would listen the "G"-rated conversation instead of your "X"-rated thoughts, you would have heard the house is supposed to be ready in about two weeks" Jackie kidded.
The two ordered their lunches and Miss Ellie brought it out to the table. They ate in near silence. They told Miss Ellie thanks for the food and they'd see her later, then headed out to the property gate where the Mule waited. Jackie fired it up and they started toward the house.
"What you thinking about Randy?" Jackie said.
"I was just wondering if the carpet matches the drapes" he joked.
When Saturday arrived, it was none too soon for Randy. Ever since Lipe left for Atlanta, Randy's best friend had been his right hand and he was hoping with everything he had that his gaydar was right about Kieran. Jackie and Luis had made one of Jackie's specialties for dinner, lasagna with some fresh made garlic bread, served with a bottle of chianti. While Jackie explained how he came to have a son, among other catching up; Randy zoned out again. Looks were exchanged back and forth across the table. After dinner, Jackie said "Randy, why don't you show Kieran around the place." The two boys were gone in a flash.
"This is Lipe's room, where your parents will be staying tonight" Randy said, "this is my room" he said pointing into his bedroom. "You have a few choices; you can sleep on the pull-out couch in the living room, or out in the office" and at a much lower volume he said, "or if you want...you can double up with me..."
"I...umm..." Kieran thought to himself about half a second, "I...how about...we do that last thing you said?..."
Randy said "Sounds like a plan, then."
When you're sixteen and horny, waiting for adults to get tipsy and sleepy is excruciating. Finally, about 10:30, after way too much catching up, the adults decided to turn in. `Thank God' both Kieran and Randy thought to themselves. As Jackie and Luis started for their bedroom, Randy caught Jackie and asked "Is it ok if I show Kieran your office?"
Jackie grinned and raised an eyebrow and said "you sure did wait till late at night for that."
"But do you care?" he said.
"No, go ahead. If you need `stuff', it's all in the top left desk drawer" Jackie whispered.
"What kind of `stuff' would we need?" Kieran asked Randy, genuinely confused.
"Nothing" Randy replied, "it was kind of a joke, I think." Kieran shrugged it off, and followed Randy out the front door and across the yard to the barn. Randy turned on the light over the stairs and they made their way up to the office. Inside, he went over and sat on the sofa/daybed and Kieran sat beside him.
"Forgive me for being brazen" Kieran said, "but I don't think you just wanted to show me some office space in a barn."
"No, you're right about that" Randy answered. "I don't know how you feel about things, but I'm seriously attracted to you."
"Aye. And air has oxygen in it" Kieran said, "When I saw you in that old shop the other day, I began designs on finding a way to get you alone, just like this."
"Then, you do like boys. I was hoping I wasn't misreading you" Randy said.
"To be honest with you, I've only ever sucked...and mostly old guys, like our parents age. I've never really had a proper relationship with anybody" he said. He told Randy his history of him and his mother being abandoned by his father and living in poverty, and his discovery of a way to help out with the bills.
"Did any of them ever, you know, return the favor?" Randy asked.
"When I was younger, occasionally an old geezer would pay me for the privilege of eating me cum, but not in a long time" he said.
"Have you ever tried anything else?" Randy asked.
"D'you mean bumming?" he said "Once I had a fella try to pin me in the bog and force himself on me. I ducked and ran out and he tried to follow me home so I led him on a wild goose chase all over the neighborhood. Lost him when I ducked into a narrow alley behind one of me friend's flats."
"You're not interested in... `bumming' then?" Randy questioned.
"I wasn't interested in getting butt-raped in a train station bathroom by a stranger, no" Kieran laughed nervously, "I've been very careful. Though I've sucked a lot of cocks, I never swallowed. Right pissed off some of me clients, I did. But I was afraid of what I might catch from them."
"It sounds like to me, that despite your business venture, you're still damn near a virgin" Randy said.
"Aye, I guess that's kind of true" Kieran answered. Randy put a hand on Kieran's leg and leaned in toward him. "What are you doing?" Kieran said.
"Well, I was trying to kiss you" Randy said.
"Oh, I've never done that either. I've dreamed of it, but" he was interrupted by Randy's mouth covering his. He decided it was quite pleasant, and returned the action. Randy's tongue started trying to part the soft lips and Kieran's mouth opened a little to receive the invader. Next thing he knew, Randy had a mouthful of Irish tongue; what Kieran lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. Randy's wandering hand moved from the knee level up toward Kieran's junction a couple of inches until it encountered the blunt end of a tubular outcropping in the trouser leg. Randy gave it a squeeze and Kieran let out a sigh into Randy's mouth. Randy grabbed his new friend's hands and pulled him into a standing position and started slowly removing his clothing. Kieran wasn't as tentative, he damn near ripped Randy's tee shirt getting it off of him. He unbuttoned Randy's jeans and barely pulled the zipper before jerking them and the boxer briefs to Randy's ankles, freeing the hard dick that slapped into Randy's stomach. He started to squat to begin doing what had been his specialty when Randy stopped him and unfastened his pants and started shimmying them down his legs along with his fashionable euro micro-briefs.
Kieran wasn't hung to the extent Randy's old friend Justin, but it was quite a respectable length. Kieran saw Randy looking at it.
"Eighteen centimeters" he said.
"What's that in real measurements?" Randy joked.
"Let's see..." Kieran did the quick calculation in his head, "about 7 inches in standard."
Randy was enchanted by the contrast of the whiteness of the boy's skin next to the bush of auburn hair in his crotch.
"You're beautiful" he said.
"Thanks? I think" Kieran answered, not used to compliments.
Randy pushed him back onto the day bed and crawled up between his legs, spreading them apart as he went. He gently picked up the pink and white tube and pulled back on the foreskin, exposing the head, which he proceeded to guide into his throat until his nose was buried in the fragrant maroon hair. He used all the skills he had on Kieran, and it had been so long for Kieran, he knew he wasn't going to last long. He didn't care, he wanted to sample what Randy had to offer. Randy took him deep again and his finger traced around Kieran's hard nipple. When he sped up his actions and gave the nipple a little pinch Kieran let go of his load and filled Randy's mouth. To Kieran's surprise, Randy swallowed every drop.
"Oh wow. Oh wow. That was great!" Kieran said, "now I know how my clients must feel."
He wasted no time in trading places with Randy. Randy's cock was a little smaller than his, not much, but whereas Randy was a top tier amateur cocksucker; Kieran was a professional. He took Randy to the brink three times before finally letting him cum. He would bring Randy to the point he was beginning to spasm then stop completely. The third time around, there was no forewarning, Randy filled his mouth until the semen was leaking out at the corners. When he pulled off the dick, Kieran showed the mouthful of cum to Randy, then tilted his head back and swallowed.
"I thought you didn't swallow" Randy gasped.
"Been saving that for when I find my boyfriend" Kieran said, moving up Randy's body and inserting his tongue in Randy's mouth again. "I think I'd like to learn about the whole `bumming' thing. D'you think you could help me out with that bit of education?" he asked.
"I think that can be arranged" Randy said, kissing him again.
"Right, then. In the morning I'll ask if I can stay over the rest of the weekend" Kieran said. They started out of the office when Kieran went back and opened the top left-hand drawer on the desk, he just had to see what `stuff' was in there. He smiled when he saw the bottle of lube and package of rubbers. Kieran just smiled to himself and ran to rejoin Randy.
They quietly went into the house and turned off the light in the living room. In Randy's room they undressed again and fell asleep with Randy in the `big spoon' position.
Lambodara 10/21/20
Tom, I went ahead and started it back up, just for you! 😉