I LAY MY COCK ON YOU
by Ben Reisser
DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction involving sex among consenting males. It does not reflect the sexual orientation of any of the individuals herein. If this kind of stuff is illegal in your locale, if you are below the age of 18, or if you find themes as this offensive, this story is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy and get aroused.
REFRAIN:
I lay my cock on you
It's all I wanna do
Everytime I jerk I feel brand new
You open up my legs
Show me what you've got
And entered right through
As I lay my cock on you.
(To the tune of "I Lay My Love on You" by Westlife)
"AREN'T we there yet, Unc?" I sighed, bored and sleepy, as my dad's younger brother Louis had his eyes intently focused on the road and his hands on the wheel.
"We'll be there soon, li'l cocksucker." Was the snappy reply.
My heart almost fuckin' stopped by what I heard. I nervously mumbled, "C-come again, Unc?"
"You're right 'bout what you heard, sonnie. You're a cocksucking slut."
I was furious. Here's my uncle, calling me, of all names, a cocksucker. How the hell could he have known my nasty secrets?
"B-but I'm not..."
"Of course you are, you little whore. There's no point of denying that you're a damn cockslurping faggot. How would you explain the fact that you ogled at my delicious prick while we both stopped for a leak at the gas station?"
"But uncle," I reasoned in vain, "I didn't mean to..."
"Oh, shut that cocksucking mouth of yours," My uncle interrupted. "I've known you were queer since the weekend you accompanied me to a fishing trip three years ago, when you were still fucking thirteen."
"Huh?"
"Remember when we decided to take a swim on the lake. I noticed you just couldn't stop gazing at my skimpy trunks containing my huge basket and hot buns. I figured out, hell, my nephew is as queer as a red spade."
I just bowed my head in abject shame and embarrassment. I couldn't look at my Uncle straight in the eye. I felt that as if the earth had gaped open to swallow me. There was a long pause afterwards.
"Ya know, Ben, " My uncle broke the silence, temporarily taking his eyes off the road and looking to me. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. I know my brother Carl and your mom will have a harder time accepting your sexual preference, but it's just fine with me. I don't see any reason why my treatment to you as a nephew would change knowing that you're gay."
"You really mean that, Unc?" I asked, expecting a favorable answer from my Uncle Louis Walsh, manager of a popular Irish boy band. My eyes never left off his.
"Damn right, Ben." He replied. "I fully understand 'coz we're more or less both in the same situation."
"Unc, y-you're..."
"Gay as you are!" My Uncle Louis finished.
I couldn't believe what I just heard. My uncle, a handsome man in his late thirties, 5'11" and 170 pounds of prime beef, a gay? Was he just taking me for a ride or what?
"Are you feeling okay now, fellow cocksucker?" he asked.
"Well, I-I'd be more okay if your hot manmeat is stuck into my mouth," I ventured.
"I know you have the hots on me, sonny!" He bursted. "Too bad I'm you'r father's bro. We couldn't possibly be fooling around, right?
"Why not?" I replied, this time in a more assertive voice. "Don't you like me, Unc?"
"Well," my Uncle paused for awhile thinking for the best answer to that question. "I always admired your sixteen-year old boyish face, your lean and well-sculpted bod, your... ass."
"So what's wrong with that?" I'm now becoming more impatient.
"Because uncles and nephews do not blow each other. That's against the rule."
"Can we change the rule if I'll put my hand on your hard cock now?" I was becoming hard that I felt my hot 7 inch boner already leaking with pre-cum.
"Don't you ever fucking dare, kiddo," My Unc warned. "We are almost here."
After a few minutes Uncle Louis pulled the car in front of a beautiful three-story apartment which is pretty secluded from all other buildings in this part of Dublin. There are five other cars parked infront of the apartment.
"Here we are, Ben," my Uncle said. "I have a surprise for you waiting upstairs. I hope this will make your three-week vacation with me a memorable one, that you'll remember it even when you'll be back home in New York."
We entered the building. It was open yet there was not a single soul inside.
"The action begins upstairs, son. Follow me."
I trailed Uncle Louis as he ascended the steps, my eyes focused on his adorable butt. I was more than once tempted to feel them through the soft wool pants he was wearing.
We reached the third floor. We entered into one of the rooms. It was carpeted and spacious and well, quite bizarre. The walls were bare yet there were five other doors in the Western side of the room, each painted in different colors.
My Uncle closed the door and said, "Ben, I know you like hot young men so here is my present for you. But first, here's the rule. In each of the five colored doors awaits a horny young stud lusting to be devoured by you. But you can only get to have one of them. So choose a door wisely and let's see who's fuckin' in there.
My heart pounded in excitement. Never had I expected this in all my life. This is becoming more arousing by the minute that I almost creamed the tight jeans I was wearing.
I approached the five adjacent doors, painted red, blue, green, orange and yellow. I paused, deciding as to which door will I be choosing. After a full minute, I made up my mind.
"I'll choose the blue one, Uncle fag," I said.
"Hey, watch your language you asslicking sonofawhore! But before you get to see who's inside the fucking blue door, let me first reveal to you the other sluts you have not chosen."
"Come out, red stud!" He shouted. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Out came Brian of the boy band Westlife, wearing nothing but a skimpy red trunks. His body was a total delight to look at, complemented by his erotic grin. I'm sure my rod was already dripping with my man juice now.
"Hi, Manager!" He greeted my uncle. "And this must be your nephew Ben Walsh. Too bad he didn't pick me." He said, a little bit disappointed, as he moved aside.
"Now, it's the green's turn. Come out you fucking green piece of shit!" Uncle Louis blurted out.
The green door opened to reveal Nicky, clad in a pair of tight green satin boxers, with an obvious tent in the middle of his shorts. He had little pink nipples that looked damn hard which highlighted his slender physique.
Then the yellow door was next to be called out revealing no other else but the bandleader Shane, wearing nothing but a yellow towel around his slim waist. He looked hot too.
"Now, there are only two of my boys left, " Uncle Louis reminded. "Mark and Kian. One of them will be yours to lick, suck, tongue and fuck, while the other one will join the rest of us as we beat our meats watching the two of you blow each other's nuts!"
"That's cool, manager!" It was Nicky speaking. "Even if I will not be able to jam my cock into your nephew's fuckhole, I will surely enjoy watching him in action!"
"Yeah!" Shane and Brian seconded.
"Ok. Everybody shut your mouth cunts now. It's time to reveal the lucky guy who will blow my boy. Orange fucker, come out and show us your little butt!"
I sucked my breath in utter suspense. There came in wearing nothing but the skimpiest orange and black leopard-print g-string I have ever seen, Mark!
All the other hot Westlife boys oohed and aahed. I couldn't utter even a groan. I'm left with Kian!
"Now, everyone of you, remove those little cloths covering your woodies and your man cunts, form a circle large enough for my boy and Kian to do their thing inside while the rest of us will be jerking off around them!" My manager uncle commanded and his Irish boys immediately obeyed. My Uncle was also quickly removing his tie, his shirt, trousers, boxers until he was buck naked like the rest of the four boyband fuckers. God was he hot! His eight incher framed by a thick bush of jet-black pubic hair slapped his stomach as he took them out of his soaked undergarment. He joined them soon enough in the circle and said, " Kian! Come out my little whore boy and screw my horny-cocksucking-buttlicking-fag-nephew!"
My pulse raced in excitement as the blue door slowly opened to reveal the sex-god Kian, wearing a sexy blue thong encasing his definitely bulging member. I gasped in sheer delight. Everything in him was so erotic. His boyish smile, blond hair, chest and arms which, though not well-toned were still smooth and proportioned. He joined me inside the circle.
My wet cock was stirring in delight. Kian and I deep-kissed, his tongue so hot inside my wet and ready mouth. We explored each other's mouths, taking pleasure on the sensation it brought us. I just love the smell of his hot breath and the taste of his sweet saliva. I moaned in ecstasy.
His hands slowly moved to remove my shirt. In the corner of my eye I saw the rest of the guys stroking their hard-ons. By the time Kian began unbuttoning my pants, the other guys were already deep in their solitary pleasures. Mark was jacking his ten inch penis furiously like there's no tomorrow, while Shane and Brian preferred to stroke theirs in slow jerks. Nicky was fingering his hard nipples while he wanked his Irish meat. Uncle Walsh was inserting two fingers in his sweet crack as he gave his hard dick a fuckin' good rubbing. All eyes on the two of us.
Kian's fingers slowly moved to the waistband of my cum-soaked CK briefs. He rolled them down my ankles and I stepped out of them. He held it to his nose and smelled the strong savory aroma of my teen juice. My cock grew harder upon seeing this. I was so aroused I can't wait to screw this cute blond Irish cockteaser.
I fondled Kian's dark nipples. My hand went further down to free his bulge from the confines of his tight thongs. It revealed a marvelously erect cock, about the same size as mine.
We laid to the carpeted floor, Kian on top of me. Our cocks began rubbing each other as we French-kissed once more. Our sexy moans joined the groans and grunts of our masturbating audience. Kian suddenly went for my cock, licking the shiny drop of precum on my piss slit then taking the entire length of it in his throat.
"Yeah, taste my meat you Irish motherfucker. Suck it dry, my horny sex slave!" I screamed.
In between sucks my Kian replied, "Yes."
"Yes what, whore?"
"Yes sir I'll suck your cock dry!" Kian shouted with a sexy Irish accent . But this caused him to lose some inches of my penis in his hot mouth that I shouted once again.
"Swallow me full, you cocksucking animal!" I bucked my hips to impale my penis deeper in his greedy mouth. After some more steady sucks I came in Kian's mouth. He gagged a little as spurts after spurts of my teen cum invaded his throat. After a while, we both relaxed as he savored the sweetness of my fuck juice and licked my rod sparkling clean.
"Do you like it, slave?" I queried.
"Yes sir I like it very much!" My Kian replied.
"Now it's your turn to be my master." I said. I want you to rape me hard."
Kian lost no time in spreading my legs over his shoulders. "How 'bout the lubricant?" he asked.
"I want it hard and rough soldier, so your sweet saliva will do."
Kian spit on my asscrack and massaged it with his index finger. He slowly inserted his proud cock inside me as I moaned in pleasure.
"Ah! that feels good, Kian. Shove it further." I commanded him.
"Kian what?" he shouted in my face. "Remember our roles have changed now. You're now my fucking slave!"
"Shove it further Sir Kian. I'm begging you. Please sir fuck me hard. Show me no mercy. Rape me hard sir!"
With that amount of encouragement, Kian pumped my ass with his Westilfe stud cock, his balls slapping against my teen butt.
"Ahh! Yes sir. Deeper, faster, harder!" I groaned in sheer euphoria as Kian mercilessly busted my crack.
"I can't hold on much longer. I'm gonna cum in your ass!" Kian screeched.
"Yes, do it sir. Fill my fuck butt with your man seed!" I begged.
Our little audience moaned with delight. They too are lost in their own pleasures. Kian thrust his tool deep inside me and shot his load. I came too without even touching myself. My hot stud cum smeared our bodies.
Kian just laid on top of me for some minutes until his pecker slid out of my butt. "That feels so good, slave," He said. "Now, I want to taste my own cum."
"Oh. Please do sir. Suck my cum-filled butt. Taste your own cum in my fuckhole sir!" I begged him once again.
Kian moved to my ass. He spread my buttcheeks and licked my cum-dripping hole.
"Ummm. That tastes so fucking good!" His lips sucked my pucker willingly as I said, "Suck it Sir Kian. Put your hot tongue inside my crack. Fuck me with your tongue."
Kian did as told. His tongue went in and out of my teen hole. While doing this, he began to stroke his cock, now hard once again.
"Yeah, baby, I like your clean man cunt," He said to me.
"Thank you, sir for liking my hot crack." I mumbled.
"Why, you're such a grateful young whore after all," He said. "Now open your mouth to receive my gesture of your being welcome." he commanded.
I opened my mouth as Kian stood on his knees, still jerking his yummy cock. With one final jerk he aimed it to my mouth and delicious spurts of Irish cum filled my oral cavity. I lapped his boy band juice with lust.
We both collapsed embracing each other, fully exhausted of our sexual escapade. We began tasting each other's mouth once again.
Uncle Louis suddenly rose up and spoke, "All right boys let's finish off this fucking sex concert with an explosive finale!" The four other Irish cocks followed suit and they approached us while still wanking off their meats.
They encircled Kian and me while we lay down on the floor kissing each other. Our private audience pounded on their cocks harder and harder. They are all moaning with intense pleasure.
"Now, my cocksucking studs!" Unc commanded as he aimed his cock to us and began drenching us with his hot, tangy man cum. The Westlife boys imitated their fag manager as they too directed their spunk to us, bathing Kian and me all over with the sweet juice of their raging hard-ons. Streams after streams of Irish cum hit us on our faces, legs, chests and arms. Kian and I licked each others bodies, enjoying the taste of the other boys' cums until we were both clean.
"You're a great fucker, Kian." I commended my partner.
"You too, Ben. You show great promise. Man, I like you!" He exclaimed.
AFTER my wild performance with Kian and after the boys said their goodbyes to us and jumped to their cars home, I remarked to my uncle, who was all alone with me now inside the building,
"Not bad, huh?"
"You little cocksucker!" He replied. "You almost fucked as good as your uncle!"
"Well, I still need lessons..."
"And I'm willing to teach you." Unc offered.
"Now?"
"Now..."
That's it folks. My first gay erotic story. Please don't be so hard on me 'coz I'm just a beginner and English is not my mother tongue. So I would really appreciate your comments and sugggestions for the improvement of the sequels of this story I am planning to write very very soon.
There's a big possibility that the title of the next sequel ( if this will be successful) would be "We Had Joy, We Had Fun, We Had Hard-ons In The Sun." Only problem is, I can't quite decide which of the four remaining hot Westlife studs will be fucked next by Ben Walsh. Can you help me make up my horny mind?
Ciao for now and enjoy safe sex!
Ben Reisser