This is a continuation of previous posts. If you didn't know that, where have you been? LOL Anyway, I left of proceedings with me discovering a green-eyed Irish man named Fenn. Here's what happened next. Enjoy

"I'm Fenn," he said with a thick Irish accent as he patted my backside. He must have been in his early twenties. A man of experience....and he wanted me from the way he was acting. I went all quivery inside.

“I’m Mark,” I squeaked out, my nerves rising to choke my voice. “How old are you, Mark?” He said, moving closer. “Eighteen,” I lied. He smiled. “You ever been with a fella?” Now, by this stage my cock was stirring. I was fascinated in him and it all started with his accent. “Yeah,” I replied as brave as I could. He took that as an immediate invitation to kiss me.

Now, this time there was no touching of faces like when Sean kissed me, or sensual dreamy kisses like Linda. Fenn, was a man and he wanted to let me know that I was his to conquer. He sent in his tongue and fucked my mouth with it. He also came to embrace me, more like a bear hug, really. Again, all to let me know I was his at that very moment.

Thing was, I enjoyed it.

He was certainly different to anyone I had ever had before. He had really cool facial hair that scratched my lips, too. Hair I couldn’t will into existence if it was a wish from a genie. I’ve never been good at producing facial hair, even now, some twenty odd years later. To me, Fenn was damn cool. He was also kissing me. When he parted, he came so that he was on top of me. I would have to say, that was the first time I had ever seen a cut cock before. Well, I’d seen a couple in books and dirty magazines Linda’s brother would show me, but never in real life. I couldn’t help it, I blurted out, “What happened to your dick?” He was well endowed, a good eight inches if I had to put a measure to it, but he was all head. It looked terrifying. No skin to play with and a scar across his shaft that gave it a two tone look. Didn’t make me not want him, but it did look strange to me at first.

All the other boys I had ever seen naked, Sean, Peter (I mentioned him before), Jason and John (Jason and John were brothers who would sometimes join us when we skinny dipped at the local billabong. They also had a sister named Jackie who would sometimes join us. She was great, and I ended up working with her about ten years later. She and her girlfriend just recently got married...lovely ceremony. Thinking back, I could see why Jackie found girls more interesting (I am being a bit tongue in cheek here). To put it simply, Jason and John were hung like horses, Jason more so. When he got an erection it was as thick as his fucking forearm! I am SERIOUS! You would need surgery if he ever fucked you. That and prayer! It was Jason we teased when he ejaculated in the water one day while we skinny dipped, swung from ropes, and generally engaged in horse-play. I remember so clearly the look of surprise and horror on his face as he yelled and yelled that something was wrong with his dick. A string of white fluid floating around him. Plainly, it was his first daylight orgasm and the teasing came from us because we said he did it when only boys were present and that he must have been thinking gay thoughts. LOL. He wasn’t happy about that, but hey, he got over it.    

Anyway, I digress. Back to Fenn. He just smiled and said, “Some of us come from different backgrounds,” and that was it. “Now do you want me to suck you off, or not?” I just nodded, imaging his head splitting my arsehole like Sean’s had done. Thing was, we didn’t have any vasoline...or condoms. I started to get nervous. He must have picked up on that, saying that I should relax. Before I could answer, he took my cock into his mouth. Fuck, he sucked like nothing alive. In fact, he was so forceful with his action, he could have inhaled my balls through my piss slit. It fucking hurt, all hard jerking action to his movement and stubble and rough demanding tongue.  Was this how experienced men did it? I had tears in my eyes. I wanted him to stop. Not only was he as rough as all hell, he had retracted my foreskin so much, my cock was nearly bent over double (the frenulum skin bridge that joins the foreskin to the head of the penis was pulled down with his action, causing my dick to bend). Clearly, he had no idea how to treat an intact guy. Clearly, he wasn’t experienced at all. But still, a blow job was a blow job, and much to my relief, and the saviour of my cock skin, I blew my load. Not a big load or a satisfying one, but I had done it. More out of sheer mind power than what was actually being done to me. Anyway, he took it all, looking up at me with those pretty green eyes while I filled him. Then he said it was my turn. I licked my lips. Should I suck him like he did to me, like I was trying to inhale dust off a table from ten paces, or like how Linda did it, all licks and slurps and a gentle sliding action of lips? I decided to start off slow and move on from there. The one thing I noticed about Fenn’s cock was the fact his head was dry looking, his skin rougher. I supposed that was because he didn’t have a foreskin to protect him. In that moment I was glad my parents decided to keep me intact. I would die if I didn’t have my foreskin. It brought me so much joy and had saved me on many occasions (from ants particularly). When we were in position, I opened my mouth and took him in. He started to grunt and groan straight away, pushing himself in more and more as I tried to gain some sort of technique.

Thing was, Fenn was just as rough now as he had been before. I should have guessed. Not only did he grab my by my ears and force my head forward, he rammed himself into me as hard as ever. He was fucking the back of my throat and I was soon gagging from the sensation. But he kept himself there. I was unable to move. Pinned to the spot by his hold, his cock filling my mouth and then some. It was frightening and terrible and all I could taste was sunscreen. Not good. Even now, the smell of sunscreen brings back this memory for me. Of being face hammered by an Irish guy who had no clue.

I remember a T-shirt I once saw at a market that said, “Don’t hold my ears I know what I am doing.” I didn’t get its meaning until that very moment. Fenn was a fuck stick, plain and simple, and I was what he used to accomplish that. He didn’t want me at all. He just wanted to get off and as quick as possible to and I so happened to be there so he didn’t have to wank.   Eventually, I managed to pull myself out of his hold. Coughing and gasping for air. He continued to jack himself off until blew his load all over my face and hair, I was covered in his cum. Thick oozing, strings of it. He didn’t even care that I was still recovering from the experience. He just said, “Hey, you were good,” and patted me on my back. “Now clean yourself up and get out of my sight.” I think that was the first time in a long time that I cried. Yep, I wept big girly tears. I was used and abused, and in such a way I never wanted to be in that sort of situation again in my life. I didn’t clean myself up, I just picked up my towel and slipped on my board shorts, sand and cum and all. I rode back to camp with his jizz still in my hair. I felt sick. When there, I took the longest shower I could afford. A whole dollars worth. I think I actually cried myself to sleep. One simple action by a selfish cunt like Fenn ruined my summer camping holiday. I hated him.

It was also about this time that I had finally saved up for my first car. I was working tables and washing dishes at the local coffee shop on Friday nights and on Sunday’s being Dad’s go for boy while he and my uncle made up people’s gardens. I basically made the coffees, fetched the tools and cleaned up after. I didn’t like doing it, but it got me money.

I now had wheels. It was a really pathetic baby shit brown Datsun 120y! All I could afford, but it was great. It meant one thing. I could drive myself to other places to wank! The bees knees as far as I was concerned.

More to come about my mis-adventures I had with my car...guys named Daniel and Regan and how it's not a good idea to use Deep Heat (that stuff that you use to warm tired muscles) as a lubricant! Stay tuned!