Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Irish (Cock) Connection

The other evening I was in Riverside and stopped in early to one of their few bars for what I thought would be a quick drink. Instead, it turned out to be a three hour journey into the joys of Irish cock. The bartender was a cute, young-looking Irish-born guy in his early-40's. "Jim" had a great smile and a sexy sparkle in his eyes. It was clear that this was a sexually experienced person who knew the score, as these things go. He greeted me and brought me my order, returning to his conversation with the only other person there, "Tim". Tim, 28, still had on his work clothes, including a lab coat from his studies as a respiratory therapist. He had come in earlier with friends to see his favorite barkeep and friend, Jim. Turns out that they both had roots in Northern Ireland, which explained, in part, their easy banter and frequent laughter. I, frankly, was not there to delve into their familial past. I was looking for dick. It didn't take me long to get them into a sexual conversation (the vodka helped) and I made it clear that I am a fond admirer of Irish cock from my experiences with an ex. He was actually the genesis of my interest in cock worship and was the epicenter of my oral past. Oh yes, I knew Irish cock. Sometimes 4-5 times a day while I was with him, especially on weekends. Never met a guy yet who craved a warm mouth on his dick more than him. But I digress.... Jim the bartender bought us a round of drinks and even had one himself. Why not? We were the only ones there and he got off early. At one point I mentioned that I was an aficionado of Irish dick, to which Jim blurted out, "Yea, Tim and I both have fat 9-inch uncut cocks". Trying to minimize my hyperventilation, I responded, "Oh, that's nice." He decided to go one step further and pulled it out of his pants. Wowee....yippee...yumetta....yowza....there was, indeed, one beautiful cock hidden beneath those low-riding jeans! Tim all through this sexual conversation was a bit more retrospect and quiet. He watched Jim's acting out and didn't say much except to chuckle. He did, however, nod his head in full agreement about what hung between their legs. That was more than I could bear, I intended to find out. We continued drinking, talking, laughing and teasing for the next hour. Eventually others came into the bar which kept Jim busy. I began working on cute young Tim. Hmmmmm. Those eyes! As the bar began to get crowded, Tim kept saying that he needed to get home. I suggested we go over to my hotel for a "night cap", which, in this instance, specifically referred to me sucking his large Irish cock until it exploded cum down my throat. Then Tim could go home, I thought. Well, we did and it did and he did....in that order. Tim's cock was all that Jim had described: big, thick and uncut. I did him standing, on the bed (great kisser), in a chair with my finger up his ass until he shot. Boom. White creamy hot Irish milk pumped into my mouth and throat by this 28 year old student. What a fun time. No "Tiny Tim" this one. As I returned him back to the bar we kissed in the parking lot passionately. I told him that I hope that I would see him again. His cell rang and he said, "Oh shit, it's my boyfriend". As I drove away all I could think about was how much the Irish are under appreciated for their most important asset. And how fucked up some young gay guys can be when they mix liquor with an innate sexual urge to spew their seed. Boyfriend? Indeed.

2 comments:

Supplicant said...

Nothing like nine inch Irish cock to center a boy on the meaning of life. Thanks, brother.

Anonymous said...

Wish he was cumming that Irish Creme in my mouth! Great story.