John Christian
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The Emerald Isle - Part 3
🕑 Added 2024-10-16 07:58:13 +0000 UTCI might come back to this at some point. It's a commission piece, so I had to get it finished up, but I enjoyed writing it. Hopefully you enjoy reading it just as much :)
All characters are consenting adults (18+)
“Don’t ever pull that shit again” Patrick said, when their noses brushed together, “that shit you did back there? Don’t do it again”.
“Look who’s worried now” Cormac grinned, still astonished that Patrick appeared to feel the same way about him, as he felt about Patrick.
“I’m serious” he replied, squeezing Cormac’s hands in his, “it’s not funny”.
Cormac stared into his friend’s eyes for a moment. Their hearts raced together, and a jolt of excitement caused Cormac to do something he never thought he was capable of.
He kissed Patrick on the lips. They were cold, and slightly chapped from the weather, but soon they parted, and he slid his tongue inside as hands began to roam.
As shocking as the whole situation had become, there was something about it that felt right. Neither Cormac nor Patrick could put their hand on it, but they both knew that what was happening, was meant to be.
“Fuck” Patrick spat, as his head smacked against the trunk of a tree. Cormac laughed softly as he leaned against his friend’s chest.
“Why haven’t we ever done this before?” He asked, somewhat breathlessly. “We’ve spent all these years together, and it’s taken this long?”
“I was holding out for somebody more… Female” Patrick grinned, and drove Cormac backwards, until it was him against a tree. “Now, shut up and kiss me”.
Their tongues collided again. It felt magical, and even the sheets of cold rain that blew in from the sea down below couldn’t dampen the spirits of the two passionate pals. The kiss turned rougher, as the pair fought with their mouths, until suddenly they hit the wet, muddy ground, and squelched in the earth.
“Ah, my mam’s going to kill me” Cormac growled, feeling the sludge soak through his trousers.
“Can you imagine what she’d do if she knew you were kissing that Hannigan boy down in the forest?” Patrick laughed, straddling Cormac and pinning his wrists down either side of him.
“She likes you really” Cormac lied.
“She won’t after this” he replied, and ripped Cormac’s shirt open, sending the buttons shooting through the night.
“You’re a gobshite!” He snapped, looking down at his bare, hairy chest. “That’s my Sunday shirt”.
“Sure, it’s not Sunday” Patrick sneered, and dragged his own tattered shirt over his head, until his slightly muscular, equally hairy torso was bared. “Jaysus, it’s feckin’ freezing” he shivered.
The two of them stared at each other. Inishmore was a deeply modest community of deeply modest, Catholic people. There wasn’t a family around who didn’t attend church every Sunday morning, and neither of them had ever been in a house that didn’t have a picture of the Sacred Heart over the fireplace.
“You’ve uh… You’ve got an alright body” Cormac said awkwardly.
“Alright?” Patrick scoffed, and looked down. “You could do with a few spuds” he teased, and seconds later, the two of them kissed again.
In all the years they’d known each other, they could count on one hand how many times they’d been shirtless together. The weather certainly didn’t permit nudity, so other than a few sea swims over the years, the two had remained mostly clothed. The idea of that changing, made both of them excited.
“You’re a terrible kisser” Cormac told him, as their breath mingled together.
“How would you know?” Patrick spat, “you’ve only ever kissed your mother!”
“I’ve kissed yours, too” he grinned, and Patrick’s eyes narrowed for a moment, before he slid down Cormac’s body, and began roughly dragging his trousers down his legs.
“What are you doing?” Cormac asked, sitting himself up as he watched his jeans being yanked away from him. “Do you not think it’s a bit cold for that?”
“Oh, shut up” Patrick scoffed, and stared at the place where Cormac’s jeans had been, and his tight boxer shorts now existed. Cormac considered covering himself. He eyed Patrick, who continued to stare at his underwear, and thought better of it.
Another cold gust of wind sent chills through both of them. Patrick had been with a few women before, but there was something incredibly different about seeing his best friend half naked. He reached down and rested his hand over Cormac’s crotch.
“How’s that?” He asked, slightly nervously.
Cormac’s cock began to swell beneath his underwear. The feeling of Patrick’s warm hand made him desperate for more, but he needed to take it up a gear.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Patrick smirked.
“What?”
“A little touch?” He goaded, sitting up on his elbows. “I thought you were supposed to be a real man. Sure, aren’t you always going on about how the women around here can’t handle you”.
Patrick glared at him. “Well… Well that’s different” he spat.
“Different how?”
“Just different”.
“Ah, stop” Cormac scoffed, “you don’t have it in you”.
“Fuck off” Patrick growled, but kept his hand in place.
“What? You’re just a big mouth, is all you are” he pressed.
“Shut up, Cormac”.
“Or what? Huh? What will you do, big man?”
Patrick’s nostrils flared. Cormac had known him long enough to know exactly how to push his buttons, and it was clearly working.
“Aw, what’s wrong with you?” He joked, thrusting his hips up, “are you nervous?”
“I’m warning you, Cormac” Patrick replied.
“Well, do something then”.
“I will”.
“Do it”.
“I fuckin’ will!”
“Well do it!”
Patrick grabbed the legs of Cormac’s boxer shorts and ripped them down his legs, leaving the man naked in the dirt. He hardly had a chance to react, when Patrick leapt onto him, shoving his tongue back inside his mouth, and grabbing his thick, hairy cock in his hand.
“How’s that?” He snarled, manhandling his friend and feeling him stiffen in his grasp. Cormac tried to answer, but his mouth was flooded with tongue again, and his own hands reached down the back of Patrick’s trousers, fingering at his fleshy cheeks.
It took a few more seconds until both of them were naked, with Patrick’s cock dwarfing his friend’s.
“Always knew it” he grinned, sitting back and using his meaty tool like a hammer as he smacked it against Cormac’s six inches.
“Fuck off” Cormac spat, and lifted his legs back, attempting to kick at Patrick, who grabbed them, and began yanking off his shoes. “What are you doing?” He squirmed, watching as his shoes and socks disappeared into the darkness.
“Stripping you” Patrick grinned, and held his bare feet by the ankles.
Cormac watched as his hard cock twitched between his legs. Patrick leaned forward and ran his tongue up his left sole, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
“Holy shit” he gasped, feeling pre-cum drool from his cock as Patrick did it again. Seconds later, his legs were jerked open, exposing every inch of him as Patrick dragged him forward.
“Suck it” he said, grabbing his pal by the hair and yanking him toward his eight inch rod. “Go on” he nodded, slapping it against Cormac’s cheek. “It might shut you up for a while”.
Everything was happening so fast. Both of them were drenched and freezing, and the rain continued to batter down, but Cormac had never been as aroused in his life, and immediately opened his mouth to finally get a taste of his best friend.
Patrick, still spurred on by Cormac’s teasing, continued to manhandle him. He toyed with his cock, squeezing and twisting as Cormac groaned. He reached for his balls, rolling them between his fingers as he trust deeper into his friend’s throat.
The rain fell heavier now, as the two men enjoyed each other for the first time ever. Cormac lapped at the swollen cock head, tasting Patrick’s pre-cum and gulping it down as his own cock threatened to erupt. He gagged on it, plunging as deep as he could and feeling his pal’s pubes tickle his nose.
Patrick moved further. He pushed between Cormac’s legs until his finger slipped between the man’s wet, mud stained ass cheeks. He felt the warmth of his hole, and pushed against it as he kept his cock buried in his throat.
With one yank, Cormac’s throat was freed, and he sucked air into his lungs as Patrick flipped him over and held him down in the mud. “I wanna fuck you” Patrick breathed, already edging his thick pole between the man’s cheeks.
“Do it” Cormac agreed, reaching back and pulling his ass apart. “Fuck me”.
With spit, rain, muck and god knows what else drenching his cock, Patrick slapped it against the tight opening. He knew his best friend was a virgin, but that was all about to change.
“Oh fuck!” Cormac whimpered, as he began to stretch around Patrick’s cock. “Jesus, that hurts”.
“Oh, man up” he smirked, grabbing him by the waist and putting all of his weight down as he slipped inside and felt the tightness of Cormac’s unused hole clamping around his cock head. “Yeah, that’s good” he nodded to himself, inching deeper into his guts. “I should have fucked your ass a long time ago”.
With his face in the dirt, Cormac was inclined to agree, though the burning pain seemed to be getting ever more intense as every inch of Patrick drilled into his hole. He gasped, groaned and shook, but a few moments later, the pain was replaced by unthinkable pleasure, and his cock, which was squelching in the mud beneath him, began pouring pre.
The two of them fucked like wild animals. A bolt of lightning lit the dark sky, a crash of thunder shook the earth, but still, they fucked. Every harsh stroke of Patrick’s cock sent waves of pleasure through Cormac’s wet, drenched body. He moaned out as his friend’s strong hands gripped his shoulders, and shot ropes of thick cum into the mud.
Patrick sped up. His heavy balls bashed against Cormac’s ass, and moments later, he felt them tighten as his body prepared to soak his best friend’s insides. He fucked harder. He wanted Cormac to feel every thrust, and the man did. The two of them gasped and moaned as he squirted his seed deep into Cormac’s bowels, and only when the rain finally eased, did he pull his swollen, leaking cock out, and drop onto the ground beside him.
“I’m so cold” Cormac shivered, as the naked, exhausted pair lay next to each other.
Patrick dragged him closer, and the warmth of their bodies collided as the sky began to brighten.
“What will we do when we get to America?” Cormac asked, as his naked body settled.
“It’s the land of the free, isn’t it?” Patrick smiled, stroking Cormac’s wet hair as he stared up through the trees. “We can do whatever we want”.
“I like the sound of that, Paddy”.
“Me too, Cormac. Me too”.
Comments
AkNative
Hope you return and write more...they are starving and freezing. Hope they get a little happy.
nyddog
Can’t read this without hearing their brogues. Fantastic. IDK that I’ve ever read MM romance with distinctly Irish humor. Well done-I certainly wouldn’t mind if you picked these two up again. Hope America is good to them, despite all of our troubles!
Jules
Great work, John! I still think this makes an excellent chapter 1 of a longer saga lol
Michael
Fantastic climax … for now 😉 I do hope you return to this at some point (and maybe consider that novel idea)
Ash James
I totally loved this story. That these two are giving each other shit and taking the piss even as they're so overwhelmingly into each other that they're rutting in the rain and mud in the forest just feels right. Just this short story makes me want to know everything about their past and future great bit of writing!
kangaslan
Excellent, sweet tale!
Mit Seiler
What a terrific story! Made me think of my own Irish roots. Thanks.
