Coming of Age
By: Brock Archer
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Chapter 23
Ireland

We soon discovered that one week was just long enough to fall completely under the spell of the Emerald Isle, but not nearly long enough to embrace all of its beauty. In Dublin, of course we had to visit Dublin Castle and St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where Jonathan Swift had served as dean when he wrote his famous essay “A Modest Proposal” and his classic Gulliver’s Travels. At the top of my list were also the Writer’s Museum and the Kells exhibit at Trinity College.

When we came out of the library and back into the college courtyard, Mom and Dad said they wanted to go back to the hotel, and I told them I wanted to stroll around the historic campus for a bit.

The college courtyard proved to be a treasure trove of eye candy. There were lots of hot college students walking or racing from one class to another, and others sitting around reading or chatting with classmates. I noticed a couple of redheaded guys who kept staring at my crotch. They walked past me but then turned around and were about to walk past me again when I said to them, “In case you’re wondering, yes, it’s real—every inch of it.”

Their green eyes nearly popped out of their heads. Once they got over their initial shock, they came closer, and one of them asked, “How many inches?”

“Almost eight,” I replied, “about twenty centimeters,” to which they gasped, smiled, and licked their lips.

“I’d be happy to show it to you if you’d like,” I said. “Your place or mine?” They suggested that we go back to their frat house.

On our way to their place, I learned that one of them, the taller one, was named Conor and the other was named Dylan. I also learned that they were more than just frat brothers, they were biological brothers.

Several of their frat brothers were sitting in the front parlor when we got to their house. Conor introduced us and told them that we were going to the party room. At the same time, Dylan kept pointing at my crotch.

As we walked down the hall toward their party room, we could hear the moans and squeals of their frat brothers having sex with their girlfriends (or boyfriends). Most of the doors were closed, but a couple were cracked just slightly. “That means that they are open to having any of their brothers join them,” said Conor.

Once we reached the end of the hall, they led me down the stairs to a large room in the basement. “This is our party room,” said Dylan.  It was fitted with couches that folded out to make beds and end tables that supported bowls overflowing with condoms and lube.

The three of us stood in the middle of the room waiting for the other guy to make the first move. “Well, help yourselves,” I said finally.

Dylan moved first, rubbing his hand over my crotch. Then, Conor walked up and unbuckled my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. They were surprised by my underwear. “Massive,” said Conor, seeing the brand name stitched across the waist band. “It sure is.”

Dylan dropped to the floor and rubbed his face against my crotch. “Enough,” said Conor as he reached over and pulled my briefs down, freeing my cock to fly up and slap Dylan under his chin. Dylan flinched and then just stared at it.

“Go ahead,” I said. “You can touch it. It’ll get bigger if you do.”

Dylan began rubbing his open palm over my dick and balls, and Conor followed, wrapping his hand around my cock. At that moment, I heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. It was the frat brothers from the parlor. They paused on the stairs briefly and looked to Conor for permission to proceed. I was beginning to think that Conor might be the fraternity president.

“Do you mind?” Conor asked me.

“The more, the merrier,” I replied, so the other guys came closer, taking turns feeling my cock. They made all kinds of comments about its size, some tactful and some vulgar, but all complimentary.

“It’s not even completely hard yet,” I pointed out.

“Make it bigger!” one of the over-eager pledges practically shouted.

“You make it bigger,” I said, and when he walked forward, I grasped his shoulders and pulled him down on his knees. He wasted no more time grabbing ahold of my dick and sticking it in his mouth. One of his frat brothers placed his hand on the back of the sucker’s head and pushed him forward, and the others started goading him to take more and more of it. When he started to gag, they all laughed.

“I think he did a pretty good job,” I said. “I doubt that any of you guys could take any more of it than he did.”

Dylan took the challenge, got down on his knees, and went at it. He actually did manage to slide more of it into his mouth than the previous kid, but he still couldn’t get it all.

“Go get a measuring tape,” commanded Conor, and one of the frat boys immediately ran to a cabinet and retrieved the item. That guy measured my cock and confirmed, “Twenty centimeters.” Everyone laughed and expressed their amazement, if not disbelief.

I looked around the room and selected a couch to plop down on. Several more frat brothers came down the stairs to join us. One whispered something in Conor’s ear, and he nodded his approval. Less than a minute later, that guy returned with his girlfriend. She was a pretty young thing with long, flaming red hair. She sat on the couch with me, leaned over, and started sucking my cock, much to the cheers of the frat brothers.

When she knelt on the couch, she exposed her pantyless snatch, which did not go unnoticed. Her boyfriend immediately began fingering her pussy, and when she moaned, he dropped his pants and began to fuck her. Yes, this was starting to turn into a real party.

What followed was a kind of round robin with frat brothers taking turns sucking my dick and fucking the girl.

“The bed!” commanded Conor, and immediately a couple of the guys hopped over to a board against one wall and pulled it down. It was a Murphy bed. (Not named after me, but I was about to give it my blessing.)

A couple of the guys escorted me over to the bed, and the party followed. As I lay on my back, the girl and her boyfriend worked on my cock and balls together. As they did, one guy fucked the girl from the rear, and another came up behind the boyfriend and began lubing his ass. He fucked his frat brother for a while until he was tagged by another wrestler.

I could tell that Dylan wanted more, so I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled his face toward mine. Our mouths locked together as we tongue fucked. Seeing that, another frat brother joined us in a three-way kiss. He unbuttoned my shirt and started sucking one of my nipples as another guy took possession of the other one. Another brother came up and tore off Dylan’s shirt, exposing his beautiful, hairy chest. He was an adorable little cub with red fur extending from his pecs all the way down to his pubic area. I had to bury my face in that red forest.

Perhaps feeling daring, another frat boy pulled Dylan away and stuck his cock in my mouth. Of course, I did not object, but I did not want to lose Dylan either, so I pulled him back into the scene and shoved the two cocks into my mouth at once.

When it seemed that everyone had had a turn at whatever he could get, the guys made a space on the bed for Conor, whose dick was sticking straight up. Then, they lifted up the girl and positioned her pussy directly over Conor’s missile. They eased her down onto the spike, and she and Conor both started to squirm in painful pleasure. To my surprise, they then led me around behind the girl and introduced my dick to her ass. I entered her and began to fuck her. I felt that Conor and I were experiencing a very unique bonding rite, fucking the same girl at the same time. We could each feel the other’s dick sliding in and out of her receptacles.

As Conor and I fucked the girl, the other frat brothers had paired off, sucking or fucking each other, sharing the most foul language that really turned me on.

Once again, I could see that Dylan wanted more, so I pulled out of the girl and invited him to take over, which he did, fucking the girl in one hole while his older brother fucked her in another.

After a few minutes, I walked up behind Dylan and eased my dick into his ass. He was sandwiched between me and the girl. Every time I banged into him, his cock went deeper into the girl, who was, in turn, sandwiched between the two brothers. When it became obvious that Conor was about to come, I leaned forward and told Dylan to pull out of the girl and let his juice spray all over her twat and Conor’s dick. Just as Conor made his first shot, Dylan creamed his brother’s cock. As Conor slid his cock in and out of the girl’s pussy, he pushed some of Dylan’s cum in with him, and as Conor’s dick slowly receded, some of his cum oozed out of her pussy and mingled with Dylan’s.

When the brothers were totally spent, I instructed the girl to raise up just enough to let the juice inside of her flow down onto Conor’s cock. When there was no more cum to dump, I helped her roll over, and I went down on Conor’s cock, enjoying not only his cum, but also his brother’s. With my mouth full of two loads, I leaned over Conor and let the blend dribble onto his face, and I pulled Dylan in to help me lick it up and feed it to Conor. I kissed Dylan and Conor, Dylan kissed Conor, Conor kissed me, and the three of us kissed together.

Some of the other frat boys, seeing what Conor, Dylan, and I had done, began to shoot and snowball, and as they did, Dylan and I made the rounds, slurping up as much goo as we could and sharing it with them and with each other. It seems that the frat boys had found a new way to party. They begged me to spend the night or to come back another night, but I told them I was on a tight schedule and had to leave in the morning.

My family and I took the train to Cork, Ireland’s second largest city, which is just a short ride from Blarney Castle. Dad enjoyed the castle’s history and architecture, Mom practically went crazy taking pictures of the lush gardens for her garden club, and Mike and I really did kiss the Blarney Stone, though we argued over which one of us really didn’t need its purported power.

“You’re already full of blarney,” Mike teased.

“Oh, yeah? Well, you’re full of shit!”

And so it went.

From Cork, we boarded the train for the Burren National Park on the magnificent west coast, but I insisted that we stop in Limerick, which was directly on our way. Not only is Limerick famous for a unique form of poetry, but it is also the setting of most of Frank McCourt’s memoir Angela’s Ashes. I even took a walking tour that stopped at significant points mentioned in the book.

As much as I loved our Irish adventure, I missed Troy terribly, so at the last minute, I asked my folks if I could return to Italy for the remainder of Troy’s stay there, and they relented. They flew back to the States to meet up with Mrs. Mazure and the Andersens at Kennedy Airport, from which they all flew together back to Austin.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/09/2021