St. Patrick's day party cajuncock
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I was in Dublin for pleasure and a bit of seeing the sites. It was St. Patrick's day. A guy I'd met invited me to the party at one of the clubs. Of course, I accepted. There was lots of beer but no girls. But then again the anti-gay laws had been discarded so what else could be expected. The bar was filled with hunky men, crowded together and mostly drunk. At one point the owner announced that the doors were closed for the night so anything goes. Clothes started flying off everywhere. The music was cranked up as the beer flowed. My buddy disappeared for parts unknown. I was too happy to care. We had all been wearing kilts so I felt a hand reach under my kilt. The guy whispered "Glad to see you know the proper way to wear the kilt." The crowd carried me along with others down some stairs to a basement party room that resembled a dungeon. But now there were pads and mattresses laid out. Shirts disappeared and kilts were raised up offering views of bare bottoms. The music was cranked up as hands fondled asses and fingers explored holes of moaning men.
I was lifted up by four men and carried to a large wooden table. A shot glass of a green liquor was placed at my lips. I drank the shot as my kilt fell away leaving me naked. I looked around only to discover that everyone else tjere was naked. Some were already engaged with every possible sex act. I looked down to see my buddy approach with his large, uncut pink hardon in his hand. He bent to kiss me as others cheered and urged him on.
At this point the green drink had taken hold making me welcome any and all attention to my needy body. Men pinched my hard nipples further encouraging me to yell out to be used. Two men raised my legs back offering my hole up. Chanting started urging my buddy on. I felt his tip touch my opening and then more cheers as his tip and then a few inches managed to enter me. I screamed out. But another shot glass was tilted into my open mouth. A soft voice whispered "Enjoy my lover now. He will be the first of many to satisfy a need you did not know you had. Everyone here wants you. St. Patrick drove the snakes from this land. But tonight our snakes have returned for you. Join us and accept your fate. Tonight you will be filled with the seed of Ireland by the horny lads here. Tell me what do you want?" I yelled out "All of your seed, fill me, make your snakes once again enter me."
And they did. Each lad's snake gave me an Irish gift. I begged for them all, all their Irish cream to fill me and make me a true son of Ireland. I no longer cared for anything else. One by one I received them into my body. Truly, the snakes had returned to this land and to my body.
It was dawn when I left with my buddy for his place. His hand was down the rear of my jeans, a finger holding all of Ireland's gift inside me. We laughed as we walked aware that I would never leave this land.