Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and implies nothing about Ronan
Keating's sexuality, nor anyone elses that might feature in
the story later on. It's content includes sexual acts
between two men and if you're under 18 you shouldn't be
here. If this sort of thing offends you, why are you here?
That is all.
(Note: The words in brackets are Ronan's thoughts as he recalls the incident with Arek...)
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"Ronan's Exploits" by Irda Majere part I
His name was Arek. (oh, god, how I need him) He was working as a minder at the EMA, and because Barrie couldn't make it, he was made my personal bodyguard. He was a very handsome man, quite tall, strongly built with a proud posture and skin as black as midnight. He had no hair on his head and his serious face was shaved clean. (I need him in me now)
As I lay in bed beside my beautiful, beautiful wife, I thought about him. I had noticed something strange about him the first time we met. It was the way he looked at me. Usually those guys just quickly shake your hand and immediately start looking around for likely troublemakers, but not him. He looked at me. He looked at me for much longer than other minders I've worked with, and if my memory serves me right; he looked me up and down, as if he was checking me out. (Arek) At the time, I only thought of it as a look of disapproval, or dislike even, so I stayed away from him. He hardly spoke to me those few days we spent rehearsing for the show, and if he did, he spoke only of matters of security.
But (my hand moves down) the night of the show was different. After the show, I decided to take a shower before heading to the aftershow party, and Arek took me to my dressing room. (lower) He didn't leave as I entered the bathroom, (come with me) which I found quite strange. As I was drying off, the bathroom door suddenly opened. (hard..) It was Arek. (wet..) As he stood there, towering over me (he must have been almost a foot taller than me) I felt extremely small and vulnerable. That feeling of inferiority both scared and excited me. (touch it) Without a word, he started loosening his belt, without ever taking his eyes off mine. Then I really got worried. "Arek, wh-what are you doing?" (faster!) He took a step towards me and lightly placed his hand on the back of my neck. As he ran it down my back, he whispered: "Are you gonna be a good boy and give me some of that cute ass?" As he waited for an answer, he ran his finger between my cheeks and started stroking my virgin hole. (faster..) I was very startled when he did this, and quickly moved away. "Arek, please-" His expression hardened. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me closer. "Then you're gonna get the treatment you deserve, bitch!"
He threw me into the dressing room and I fell to the floor. He again grabbed my hair and pulled me up on my feet. I was so scared, I started whimpering. This seemed to amuse him, 'cause he smiled. He then shoved me up against the wall and ordered me not to move. I obeyed as he started removing his tie, which he then tied around my head as a gag. (the fear) (the lust) "We don't want your screams of pleasure to attract attention, now do we bitch?" He was quite fond of using that nickname on me. (I'm your bitch) Then he turned me around so I faced the wall. I heard him remove all his clothes before pressing his body against mine. At this point I gave in. I knew he would rape me, it was inevitable. I started crying harder. When he saw this, he licked my tears away in a sick (sexy) kind of way. "What's the matter, Mr. Pop star?" he said, his breath hot on my cheek, "don't you want a bit of dick?" To accentuate the last word, he thrust the head of his massive cock (at least nine inches) between my ass cheeks. I drew a sharp breath beneath my gag as he entered my body. (the pain) "Don't worry, boy, you're gonna love it." He started pushing it in further and further, making the pain excruciating. "You're very tight, aren't you bitch? Seems we'll have to loosen you up a bit." Expecting the worst, I held my breath as he went down on his knees in behind me. Spreading my cheeks apart, he started licking my hole. It surprised me so much, my whole body tensed up and I drew another sharp breath. No one had ever done that to me before, so it was a new sensation to my body. (the pleasure..) But as his tongue entered my anus, pleasure took over fear. I started moaning and thrusting my hips backward to meet his probing tongue. He took the hint and started fucking me harder and faster, all the while stroking my thighs, which only added to my pleasure. That particular act is one of my major turn-ons. Without even noticing it, my hand reached down and started (stroking) my now rock-hard cock, thinking of nothing but my need to reach orgasm. When Arek noticed this, he stopped what he was doing (please don't) and grabbed my hand. "No touching, Mr. Keating. I prefer doing the work myself." Then he stood up before adding: "But that comes later. Now, the best part." As he thrust his cock in once again, I realized I wanted it. I wanted it bad.
As he fucked me harder and faster, burying his giant shaft to the hilt in each thrust, I came closer and closer to orgasm. Remembering his earlier warning (promise) I resisted touching myself and waited for him to finish. But then this strange urge came over me. I wanted to taste him. (I want him in my mouth) I reached up and pulled off my gag. "Arek", I pleaded, "I want it in my mouth." With one last thrust, he pulled out and I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. But as I greedily reached out to engulf his cock in my eager mouth, Arek grabbed my hair and held me back. "You want it bad, don't you bitch?" Without looking up I moaned: "Yes, Arek, please.." I then looked up and saw him grinning down at me. This must have been a sight. This huge, black guy with Mr. Ronan Keating on his knees in front of him, pleading for him to fuck his face. "Let's see how much you can take, then." With that, he thrust his nine inches in my mouth; so far it went down my throat. I gagged, but managed to keep it in. After I had got used to the feeling of that huge cock in my throat, I started working on his shaft, doing all the things I'd seen the bimbos in porno movies do. After sucking the whole thing for a while, I pulled it out of my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and jerked him off while sucking the head, savouring every drop of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. (the sweet taste) Then I just continued working on his cock like there was no tomorrow, and eventually he got too excited. He thrust his hips forward, pushing me up against the wall. Now I was no longer in control, and he started fucking my face almost as if it was my ass. The feeling of being totally at his mercy was very erotic and a big turn-on. I'm used to being in control when I'm in bed with Yvonne, so this was new to me. As he neared orgasm, he drew out of my mouth, leaving only the head in. I understood and started doing what I did earlier, jacking him off while sucking the head. It was obvious he liked that, for only seconds later his spunk burst into my mouth. Even though I tried to swallow every drop, it was so much it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.
When he finally finished cumming, I stood up. Wrapping his arms around me, he licked my face clean of his cum. "My turn," he said as he knelt down in front of me. (yes) My heart raced. (now) (do it) The thought of him taking me in his mouth almost did it for me. I grabbed his shaved head and thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock into his mouth. (so wet) He easily took all of my 7.5 inches in sown his throat, it was obvious he was no stranger to the art. Even though I haven't had many people blow me, only my wife (who resents doing it) and the occasional fan that's sneaked into my hotel room at the wrong (right?) moment, I must say he was the best ever. I thought I would burst with the pleasure this man was giving me. As I neared climax, I started getting pretty vocal, screaming Arek's name and begging him not to stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hoped no one could hear me. It was pretty clear it wasn't Yvonne that was making me scream, so it would have been quite awkward if someone had heard me. Then, finally (oh my god..) it happened. (oh my GOD!!) With an ecstatic scream, I exploded in Arek's mouth. He expertly milked my cock with his throat while I delivered load after load of cum which he drank as if it were his favourite cocktail. (Arek) Then when I stopped, my knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor, straight in to my bodyguard's arms.
I opened my eyes and saw the familiar surroundings of a hotel room. I looked at my wife who slept peacefully at my side, as beautiful as ever. "Pity she can't please me anymore," I thought to myself and gently kissed her on the forehead. Suddenly I felt something sticky on my stomach, and when I looked down I discovered it was cum. It had all been like a dream, and it was so vivid I hadn't realized that I actually came. "Better wash up," I thought to myself. But when I entered the bathroom, there were no bloody towels! I decide to go next-door, to Shane's room, and borrow a towel. "Hope he won't get angry when I wake him up," I said outloud as I knocked on the door...
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