Nathan And Declan

After I gave the coat to Declan and enticed him to stay at my place I said, “C’mon into the kitchen; I’ll make you one of my special hot toddies! Not as good as yours, but nearly!” I took his hand and sat him on a stool at the kitchen island, then filled the kettle and got out the Yorkshire Gold teabags. I then went to the family room and put on the radio (a very cool world music program on CBC Radio 2) and got the Amaretto from the bar and took it to the kitchen. Then I got out the hand blender and re-whipped some whipped cream I had prepared a couple of days earlier to go with a desert I had made. Once the aromatic black tea had steeped, I poured it into two mugs, added a double shot of Amaretto to each, then added dollops of whipped cream. I moved a second stool next to Declan’s. We toasted, and each took a sip. “Wow Nat’an, where’d you find this recipe?” I replied, “Dunno, my family often has it.”  We both had whipped-cream moustaches, and laughed, and Declan put his hand behind my head, and we kissed and licked each other’s mouths. “Mmmm,” he purred, “Yep, I really like this toddy!” I then reached over to the other side of the island, grabbed a cookie tin, and showed Declan the contents. “Wow, I love brownies!” he said, and I grinned. “These are my legendary special brownies!”, I told him. He took a bit from one and asked, “What am I tasting? Ganja?” I nodded and he beamed. “Jaysus, Nat’an,” he said, “You sure are full of surprises!” I laughed and said (with a wink), “There might be one more extra ingredient; I like to cum into the batter to give it extra body!” He looked at me incredulously. Declan grinned and whispered, “Fuck Nat’an, I’m not sure I know what to make of you…where I might fit into your life…I thought you looked like you had a bit of an edge, but wow!” I grinned back and said, “I’m sure you’ve had some hot times, don’t play innocent!” Declan grinned, “Well, a few, I suppose…”While we each had a couple of brownies, and began to feel the wonderful buzz, we rubbed our legs together, and he told me, “Nat’an, I’ve t’ought of you often since we first met last month and, I gotta tell you, I enjoyed watching you and Simon laughing yesterday…then when I saw you bot’ adjusting your crotches when you stood up to leave, I kinda got hard too…I was so glad you gave me your card …den after we texted while I was on my way home, I got so excited… I was t’inkin’ of you when I went to bed…sorry, I wouldn’t say somet’in like that without feelin’ a bit giddy…den today when you were telling me about your baby plans, I felt kinda jealous…I hardly know you, it was so silly…” I put my had on his crotch and found he had a huge boner, as did I. “I was hard while watching you behind the bar, all during dinner, and still am,” I told Declan, “…and I was so glad to find an excuse to invite you home with me…I want to explore how we can fit into each other’s lives…” He put his hand on my crotch also and squeezed, as we deeply kissed, and I ran my hands over his 5-o’clock shadow. I turned toward him and softly asked him to stand up. He faced me and I lifted the waist of his sweater, and he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. I then put my hands under his golf shirt and felt the warmth of his skin. He yelped at the coldness of my hands as I helped him lift it over his head, then pulled him by the ass toward me and between my spread knees, and softly kissed his belly while he held my head. He was very beautiful, with milky-white skin, strong shoulders crossed by a constellation of freckles, a cute solar-plexus dent, and a washboard tummy. I then focussed my kisses on his pink nipples, gently nibbling them while he murmured, “Fuck Nat’an, dat feels wonderful…” While I continued kissing and licking him, he reached over and undid my shirt buttons and lowered it from my shoulders. But then he said, “Sorry, would you be okay if I take a shower? I must smell a bit funky, cuz I was workin’ all day and didn’t have a chance to shower dis mornin’ after bein’ called in early.” I said, “There’s lotsa room for two in my shower!” By now we had both developed sexual flushes from our faces to our chests. We continued to caress while finishing our teas. We also had the mandatory STD discussion. I told him that I had never had any STDs and get regular tests, the most recent a couple of months back, and that I am always very careful: I use condoms and take PrEP when I have casual sex, but had not had casual sex since my last test. He told me that he also had never had STDs and got regular tests in Ireland. He also told me that he had never had anal sex, and had never had sex with anyone since coming to Canada. “Yikes,” said I, “No wonder you’re such a horny boy!” (I was also glad he would not want anal, twice in one day would have been a bit much for my poor bum!)

After I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, I undid his belt, then pulled open the button fly of his 501s with one tug. He also undid my belt, then we both lowered our pants let them drop. Still in our undies and socks, we held each other tightly, and kissed deeply, probing with our tongues, and running them over teeth. I pulled off my undies to free my rampant erection, then pulled down Declan’s. I looked down and was amazed; topped by glorious red pubic hair, his rigid cock was alabaster veined with blue, with an engorged purple head. It was about 8 inches long, a bit longer than mine, and much thicker. He had shaven his ball sack; he would later tell me that smooth balls (like mine) are nicer when using lube to jerk off. After we caressed for while, I said, “Right back!” I went to the linen closet and returned with a fresh fluffy towel and a new toothbrush, still in its package. We kicked off our socks, and I led him into my ensuite bathroom. Once in the shower, we soaped each other and giggled a lot as we washed each other’s crotches. My favourite memory is when we had our backs to the stream, and he started mock-fucking me between my thighs, while nibbling my earlobes and tweaking my nipples – crazy hot! Once we had rinsed the soap off, I knelt and engulfed his cock in my mouth, feeling its contours with my tongue and pulling at his balls, while his muscular legs began to shake and he moaned, his hands on my shoulders. I stopped when I sensed him close to cumming, then stood to kiss him, while we ran our hands over each other’s bodies. “’Tis like a dream, Nat’an…” he murmured, then bent to kiss and lick my body. When he reached my belly button, he knelt and took my cock in his mouth. “Oh fuck, Declan, I’ve been longing for you so long…” After I thrust my hips and he slurped for a while, I felt myself getting close. I withdrew and he stood, while I quietly said, “Declan, let’s continue in bed…” After we towelled each other, we went to my bedroom, and I asked him to lie down, and I got out the lube and poppers. (I was glad I had tidied the bed after Simon and I had sex that morning!) He grinned at me and began jerking his desperate cock. I hopped onto the bed and stood astride him, smiling down. He looked up at the foreshortened view of my body, up my legs to my hairless crotch with my engorged cock and balls that were still hanging loose from the hot shower, then my tensed torso and my tongue licking my lips. I began jerking also, and Declan whispered, “Nat’an, you are so beautiful…” as he jerked harder with his right hand while he caressed my legs with his left. I then got down on one knee, my other foot flat, and began trusting into his mouth, my loose balls hitting his chin. When I got close, I moved down and sat facing him with my bum between his long legs with their soft hair, and with my legs over his so our cocks and balls were together. My balls were now hugged in tight, as were his. I lubed our cocks and frotted us for a short while before asking whether he had ever used poppers. He nodded, and I unscrewed the cap and gave him snort in each nostril from the bottle, then I did the same. As the euphoria kicked in and we both turned even redder, we hugged each other and kissed passionately. I could feel our cocks twitching in urgency, then I returned to frotting us. I watched Declan’s face as he screwed is eyes and threw his head back, revealing his sexy “adam zapple”. We both began to groan, as I timed our ‘gasms. We screamed out each other’s names as we came in gushers. When he lay back, I slid down and lay on my belly so I could take his cock in my mouth and torture his sensitive glans while he laughed. I then lay on top of him, and we kissed and caressed for a long time. “Now that was my idea of a perfect pour!” I told Delcan. We went to the bathroom to wipe the remaining semen from each other, then I found Declan a clean bathrobe and put on mine and went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of orange pekoe. Once it was ready, we decided to drink it while streaming a Ciaran Murphy film in the family room. We removed our bathrobes and nestled together, cuddling on the couch under the big cozy blanket, until he first fell asleep, gently snoring, then after gazing at him a while in the dim light, I turned off the film and also fell asleep.

Sometime around 3:30 I awoke with a piss hardon and felt movement beside me. I reached over and felt for Declan’s arm, and found it was rhythmically moving. I lowered the blanket and he looked to me through the darkness a bit sheepish as he jerked himself. I bent my head over and said quietly, “That’s my job, sweetie,” and engulfed his beautiful, rock-hard cock in my mouth. He reached over and began to jerk me while I sucked and licked and became familiar with his contours. With my hands I caressed his chest, his shoulders, his arms, and his legs and feet, pulled his scrotum, and pressed his perineum. While doing so, I moved my mouth to his lips, and we kissed deeply, sucking tongues and lips, while we both jerked each other furiously. It felt wonderful being together and loving each other. When I knew we were both getting close to climaxing, I asked Declan to stand in front of me. I hungrily slurped, licked, and sucked his dick while he moaned and trust his hips toward me, holding my head to force himself into my mouth. I pressed on his perineum while feeling his balls slapping my chin and jerking myself crazily. Declan’s legs began to shake, then he came in my mouth, with multiple pulses surging through his body. I did not allow him to withdraw until be began to laugh at my expert post-cum glans torture. As I neared my ‘gasm, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pivoted around onto the couch. Just as I was about to cum I straddled his chest and thrust my cock into his mouth. I cummed in enormous waves that shook my body as I shot again and again while gyrating my hips. I found out that he had learnt well my glans-torture technique, and I laughed and moaned with the excruciation, crying out, “Stop, Declan, stop!” while he knew I didn’t mean it! When totally sated I leapt up with a sudden urgency for a pee. Declan felt the same way, so we scooted to the bathroom and hugged while our strong streams made large golden bubbles in the toilet. We then went to my bed where we quickly fell asleep naked, me spooning him from behind.

I awoke at around 6:30 Monday morning and gently unwound myself from Declan. I donned my bathrobe and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. When it was ready around 7:30 and I had set the table, I went to the bedroom and gently roused Declan from his deep slumber. I invited him to sit at the breakfast table when he entered, as I placed on it a nice pot of tea, a cruet of milk, a bowl of sugar, and a plate of butter. When the 4-slice toaster on the island popped, I put the slices on a plate, took them to the table, and asked Declan to butter them while still hot. I then went back to the stove and took the warmed plates from the oven. I dispensed the various items onto the plates and took them to the table, and Declan poured the tea. The plates each held crispy maple-smoked bacon slices, fried breakfast sausages, grilled tomatoes, half a mushroom omelette, some baked beans, and some fried-up leftover mashed potatoes. “Wow Nat’an!”, exclaimed Declan, “This is pretty much a full Irish, but better!” I asked, “Do you need anything else?” to which Declan replied, a bit sheepishly, “Maybe just some orange marmalade, if you have it.” Luckily, my Mum loves the stuff, so I found a jar in the fridge. Declan spread marmalade on a slice of buttered toast, then laid out bacon strips on it, and topped it with another slice of toast. He then used a sharp knife to cut it in half. I looked at the concoction suspiciously, and he asked, “Have you never tasted a bacon-marmalade butty? It’s a family favourite! Here, try it!”, as he passed me half the sandwich. Wow, what a revelation, it was scrumptious. We both hungrily scarfed down everything on our plates, with the sashes of our bathrobes becoming loose as we sat closely together. After we washed everything down with second cups of tea, Declan stood and gave me an enigmatic look, and doffed his bathrobe. He then broke into an expert Riverdance, his cock and balls bobbling around, while I howled with laughter. “Wow,” said I, “I knew I would like to see you dancing while naked!” After a minute or so, Declan was laughing and panting; I also doffed my bathrobe and we hugged each other and deeply kissed. Then I pulled back and said, “No fun now, let’s stack the dishwasher, and then, I hate to tell you, we need to go out and shovel before my 10:00 online lecture.” Then, wiggling my eyebrows, I said, “the lecture ends at 11:30, and I have a two-hour break!” Declan told me how much he had enjoyed breakfast and said he would clean everything up while I was “in class”.

After we dressed, we went out to shovel, Declan sporting the jacket I had given him and looking great. It was a beautiful, sunny day, so we knew that no more shovelling would be needed later. When we were finished and ready to put our shovels back in the shed, our neighbour emerged also to shovel, this time it was Mr. Craig. He was a tall and very fit man in his forties with a nicely styled hair and a beard who ran an architecture firm. He called out, “Hi Nathan, isn’t this snow fantastic? We’re hitting the slopes once I clear the driveway!” I told him I wished I could go skiing too but had lectures. Then he eyed Declan, and asked, “Is this your study buddy?” I said, “No, this is my friend Declan, he couldn’t get home from the pub last night, so I rescued him. Declan, this is Mr. Craig.” They shook hands as the older man said, “Please call me ‘Terry’!” Then he said, “Declan, I have a feeling we’ve met before…” I flinched, wondering where that might have been, before Declan replied, “I work at the Heart and Crown, you may have seen me there…” Terry responded, “Hmmm, no, that’s not it, I don’t go there much, but I know your voice now…” Then he snapped his fingers and said, “I got it! You joined my team a few times last summer for our neighbourhood soccer matches! Nathan, have you seen Declan play?” “No, but I’m sure he’s pretty good,” said I. Terry went on, “Pretty good? He’s amazing! Great dribbler, and you wouldn’t believe how beautifully he shoots!” Grinning, I said, “I think I can believe it; I know he is very gifted; he pours great shooters at the pub!” We pitched in to help Terry with his shovelling, then when we were done Terry said, “Thanks so much guys and, well, nice to see you again Declan, I hope you can join us again in the spring!” Declan told him about our marathon plans for May but said he would love to play soccer again once that ordeal was over. We wished him a great day of skiing, then went back inside. As we took off our coats and boots, I said, “So… Terry knows how beautifully you shoot, eh? I nearly cracked up when he said that!” We both laughed and I reflected on how much I enjoyed Declan’s company and his lilting accent.

I still had about half an hour before my lecture, so I went and rooted around for some old clothes that would fit Declan and found an old set of oversize sweats that had been Simon’s. I also found an unopened pair of my Dad’s new, bright red, bikini undies, size medium (he would not likely miss them) that Declan could put on later. Having appropriately outfitted Declan, I led him downstairs to our home gym (which was a bit cold, so I knew he would need the sweats, but I turned on the basement heat), and suggested he use it while I was in my lecture. He was surprized by the range of high-end equipment we have. I told him that we were all (including Mum) serious martial arts competitors and valued our fitness. (I would also tell him later about my naked workouts with Simon when we were teens.) Declan spotted a wooden door with a dial next to it. “You have a sauna?” he exclaimed. “Yep,” I said as I turned the dial to preheat it and wiggled my eyebrows, “We’ll use it after my lecture.” Declan was enthusiastic about trying the gym, but only after finishing our breakfast cleanup. I also donned some sweats when we went upstairs, just to keep warm. I had a desk in my bedroom that I used for my schoolwork and logged onto my laptop a few minutes ahead of the lecture, leaving Declan in the kitchen. The lecture was a scintillating topic, perhaps “Finite Element Analysis” or somesuch. (Throughout the lecture I did my usual kegel exercises that are great for the cock, and also for my running form.) I had completed my big Master project the previous year and needed only to complete some additional coursework that I found to be a breeze. My structural engineering degree came fairly easy to me, as I have always loved physics and math. I completed it 2 months after these events.

After the lecture, as I headed downstairs holding a couple of carefully selected CDs I heard some panting and grunting, as though Declan was in the throes of jerking! Instead, when I entered the home gym, I found him using our old but fantastic Nautilus machine. He had doffed his top and was doing flies. Fffffuuuuuccccckkkk he looked hot, his face red, and his sweating, milky white torso rippling and tensing with his exertion. He had obviously been having a serious workout. He grinned at me and said, “Nat’an, your gym is fantastic!” I had developed a raging hardon watching, so I stripped off and said, “I will show you a new exercise that my bro Simon and I have been doing together!” I went to a shelf and picked up a 1-kg wrist weight and strapped it to my cock. As you would expect, my cock drooped down when so encumbered. I stood in front of Simon with my hands linked behind my head and amazed Declan with my ability to use my pelvic-floor muscles to raise my cock up, then bob it up and down! He stopped his exercising and stripped off his sweatpants and undies, revealing his rampant erection and beginning to jerk himself. “Nat’an, you must be fantastic at fucking! No wonder Simon wants you to do the deed wit’ da wife! I would love to watch you and Simon doin’ dat together!” “You will likely have that chance; he likes you a lot, Declan”, said I.

I then removed the weight and said, “After watching you dance earlier,” I said, “I can do you one better!” I laid a mat over the lino floor, and did my best routine of karate moves, showing every sinew of my body tensing and flexing as I kicked and pivoted, admiring myself in the large mirror on the wall. After a couple of minutes of my best “Enter the Dragon” moves, I was panting and sweating. Declan declared, “Nat’an, you really do look like Bruce Lee, absolutely amazin’!” I then went to the CD player and surprised him by putting on some fiddle music played by Canadian Ashley MacIsaac. Declan again broke into this Riverdance, this time with a full erection. I was still aroused and joined him in my version of a jig, entranced each other and by our images in the mirror. What fun! When we had finished our dance I took him by the hand and led him into the sauna. We stood kissing passionately and rubbing our sweaty bodies together, and had an incredible sucking and jerking session, culminating in geysers of cum that we each eagerly licked up. As we stepped out of the sauna Declan said, “Let’s go upstairs and shower, Nat’an”, to which I said, “No need, there is one through that door over there.” He followed me to the door that led to our very nice basement apartment. I told Declan that my girl cousin had lived there for a couple of years as she completed her degree, as her parents had moved to Calgary. I gave him a tour and he said, “Nat’an, this place is luvly, I cannot believe how bright it is with all da windows!” I wiggled my eyebrows and said, “I’ve been thinking about how to make things easier as we train together for the marathon, and….”

After we showered, the naked Declan checked his phone and saw he had a text from his colleague David. “David wants to trade shifts with me! I will work ‘is one on T’ursday!” Declan quickly texted David back and had an immediate grateful reply. Declan said, “I can stay here anodder night if you’ll have me, Nat’an!” I grinned and nodded eagerly, and told him I had nothing planned for dinner, to which he replied, “Lemme take care o’ dat, I’ll go home and get a change of clothes, den head to the grocery store while you’re in your afternoon lecture. I told him that we would both need to leave by 8:00 am on the Tuesday morning so I could get to my in-lab session, and he was fine with that. After my lecture on another exciting topic, which I think was about cathodic protection, Declan treated me to an incredible meal for a frost night: tomato bouillabaisse with prawns, salmon, and rockfish, along with toasted garlic bread. Neither of us minded the garlic on our breath as we frolicked afterward. Declan was not ready to try intercourse, though, but that step would come later.

So over the next while: I convinced my parents to rent our apartment to Declan for a token amount to cover utilities, after telling them he was my marathon training partner; we were both very pleased with our marathon times, during which Declan pulled way ahead of me in the last 5 km or so, finishing in a blistering 2:38 to my 2:52 (both personal bests); that August, Declan moved into my new condo with me (rent-free, though he insisted on paying for most of our food), during which time we were more “friends-with-benefits” than boyfriends, as we both knew he soon would be leaving Vancouver (but wow, we had fun, as we found out he loved fucking as both top and bottom, and had multiple threesomes with Simon and me!). The following spring, Declan moved back to Ireland for a while, and I went there to visit just before the Covid pandemic, and he showed off his beautiful homeland to me. He had been accepted into a Master program in international relations at a prestigious Berlin university (that he, an EU citizen, could attend free), which he ended up attending virtually. Luckily, he was already fluent in German. Declan now works for Mary Robinson, a former Irish President, in her position as Chair of the Elders, a group of senior world leaders. He has remained a very loyal friend and confidante, and gets along very well with my husband Robin, who is half-Irish, half-Danish. We have had some very hot Zoom sessions and plan a European rendezvous soon!