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A Scotsman in Dublin	By : Stoeffl Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Farrell Views: 5670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Colin Farrell. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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PART TWO

A key was turned in the lock and the handle was pushed down. As the door opened, weak rays of light from the street lamps outside fell into the darkness of the entrance hall.

Colin stepped inside, his heart beating like mad, his hands sweaty and his chest tight. He was all too aware of the person behind him, following him inside. The moment the door fell shut behind them, Colin spun around and pinned Ewan against it. This was not about tender love but about need. Colin needed Ewan and he needed him now. Their lips merged together, tongues entwining, teeth clicking together by the brutal force of the kiss.

Cool hands moved underneath the creme coloured turtle neck pullover and brushed over the chest and the nipples. The pebbles hardened immediately when the cold fingers teased them. Their tongues tangling together, tasting the other one, Colin’s hand now shrugged the leather jacket off and pushed the pullover up to divest the Scot from it.

Only the knowledge that there would be far more soon made the two break their kiss and Colin pulled the woollen garment over Ewan’s head. Now he had Ewan’s beautiful naked chest in front of him and he felt the hunger to lick all over the wide expanse of firm f.
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Hurriedly he hung his jacket on the wardrobe and shrugged out of his shirt. Colin stepped up to Ewan and claimed him in another kiss.

Ewan’s hands on Colin’s ass pulled their groins together and he rubbed his denim clad bulge against Colin’s equally big one.

Colin decided there and then that he would be the one in control this time. He fingered with the buttons of Ewan’s jeans opening them and slipped a hand inside, while the other hand pressed the Scot’s hips against the door, holding him still. He found Ewan’s hot pulsating cock and wrapped his fingers around it.

This was not the first time he held a cock but the very first time it was not his own. He had whacked off of course, tell me a man who hadn’t but this was something different. This was real sex.

He knew what he liked himself but he had to find out yet what Ewan liked. The feel of the hot flesh in his hand was filling him with excitement and a rush of power overcame him. He was the one who was in charge. Ewan’s pleasure was at his disposal. This power was so intoxicating, the best aphrodisiac one could possibly imagine.

Colin was a little bit surprised with himself for daring to be this aggressive but he realised that here in his own house he felt like being on his own territory and this feeling gave him strength and courage. It gave him enough courage to take charge and take the offensive. He was at ease here in his home.

The quivering flesh in his hand was different to hold than his own but then again it was very much alike. There were a lot of similarities but also far too many differences. Colin gave Ewan’s cock a cautious squeeze, not sure what kind of reaction his action might provoke. He was a little insecure but willing to try. Now that he had the Scot here with him, he wouldn’t let him go anytime soon. He would make sure that both of them would get the most out of it.

The tentatively squeeze made Ewan shiver and Colin felt the hot body that was flushed against him, tremble. The delicious shakes made Colin’s blood rush to his groin and he felt a sudden desire for Ewan’s loud exclamations of pleasure, rising in him. He wanted to hear, not only feel, Ewan’s desire and pleasure. The louder the better.

He squeezed again but this time a tad harder and again the delectable Scot trembled against him. Colin got surer of his actions and he traced the throbbing vein on the undersideEwanEwan’s cock with his thumbnail. Now this got a very interesting reaction out of the strawberry blonde, very interesting indeed.

“Colin! Fuck!” Ewan’s hand clawed so hard at Colin’s ass, it was a wonder he hadn’t torn the clothes yet. He began to thrust into the teasing hand only to be stopped by the other hand, holding his hips still. “Please ....” the urgent need and rising passion clearly reflected in his voice.

His head felt light and started to spin, the power to make Ewan beg making him dizzy. Never had Colin thought sex to be so all-consuming. This was just so much more intense than anything he had ever had before and it was very addictive.

Another squeeze and Colin’s hand let go of Ewan’s hip, running over the denim to the hem of Ewan’s trousers and pulled them down over the Scot’s hips, jeans and boxers all at once. The sudden lack of constriction made it much easier for Colin to fondle Ewan’s cock and so he started pumping, every once in a while flicking his thumb over the leaking head of the hard cock.

His other hand pushed the clothes further down and soon the jeans and Ewan’s undergarments pooled on the floor around the Scot’s ankles. The hand now stroked all the way up to Ewan’s hip and from there further up to the heaving chest. He found hardened nipples begging for attention. Taking the right pebble between his fingers he twisted it, making Ewan moan.

“.... uh ....” The strawberry blonde Scot’s hands lost their hold on Colin’s arse and fell to his side. All strength was leaving him and he surrendered to the Irishman completely. As a hot wet tongue wormed its way into his ear, his whole body shook so hard he almost plopped to the floor. Only Colin’s hold on him kept him upright and pressed him against the door.

Exploring Ewan’s upper half with one hand his tongue, his other hand was busy giving Ewan’s cock a good workout. He repeated the trick with the thumbnail and after that he started to pump the throbbing member in earnest, feeling it harden further in his hand. The head was profusely leaking pre-come now and the liquid made it glisten. Colin stopped the pumping. He ignored the whined protest and covered the shaftwith the slick fluid. Having made sure it was wet now, Colin’s hand wrapped itself around the pulsating cock again.

In the meantime the adventurous tongue had returned from its ear exploration and slipped back into the eager wet heat of Ewan’s mouth. Their bruised lips burned deliciously as they rubbed and pressed together.

Colin’s hand stopped pinching the sensitive nipple and spread on the Scot’s chest, his thumb rubbing over the hard pebble. The ministrations sent shivers down the whole body and this urged the other hand on the cock on to hurry its pace up. Once more rubbed the thumb over the twitching head, a couple of more sure strokes and suddenly Ewan’s whole body went taut, a hoarse cry was swallowed from Colin’s greedy mouth and the Scot came in hot spurts all over Colin’s hand, splattering onto the Irishman’s jeans too.

Colin’s hard-on was aching in its confinement and holding the strawberry blonde with one hand up against the door, he hurriedly unbuttoned the fly of his trousers with shaky hands. The fingers were slippery with Ewan’s come and he was starting to get frustrated when it took him longer than comfortable, to unbutton the jeans. Finally he could shove the garment aside and take his leaking cock out, pumping it twice before letting go and starting to rummage through his pockets.

Colin broke the tongue battle they were engaged in and panted breathless: “Hold on.” His other hand let go of Ewan and joined the first in the search for utensils. In the inner pocket of his jacket he got lucky and he found a condom. Ripping the foil open with his teeth, he took the latex hat out and rolled it over his straining member with his clean hand. The feeling of his hand moving over the throbbing cock of his, provoked a low moan and once his whole erection was clad in latex he smeared the rest of Ewan’s stickiness from his hand over it. His two hands reached from his own dick to Ewan’s and he stroked it with one hand while the other slid between the Scot’s thighs, stroking their insides.

Ewan knew what would come next and eager for more, wrapped his arms around Colin’s neck, hoisting himself up and wrapping his legs around the Irishman’s waist. He could feel Colin’s hardness rub between his cheeks and this feeling made him wanton. Throwing his head back and ignoring the pain from the impact with the wooden door behind him, he started to beg: “Please, Colin. Fuck me!”

The whimpered and shouted words made Colin even harder and he lifted Ewan’s hips a little higher to give his cock better access to the Scot’s puckered hole. The head brushed over it and one of Ewan’s hands buried itself in Colin’s hair and tore demandingly at the sweaty silken tresses. Taking another deep breath, the Irishman began to lower Ewan down onto his cock and at the same time pressed into the tight opening. It was nigh impossible as the muscles guarding the entrance didn’t seem to want to relax but Colin pressed harder.

Ewan realised that he had to help if they wanted to get anywhere soon. He forced himself to relax and pushed down against the waiting and eager cock pressing into him. With a groan het tht the head of Colin’s erection moving inside and he pressed down some more until the Irishman glided into him easily. The head rubbed over a spot inside him that sent shivers over his skin and heat waves though his body. “Colin! Move!”

Being enveloped in all this heat and tightness, Colin was too overwhelmed to do anything. He had to fight hard not to come right now. Too taut were his nerves already and the incredible feeling of Ewan around him, shivering against him, st hst had him undone. This incredible feeling of the hot sheath for his cock was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

The command got him out of his revere and Colin pushed in a little further before pulling out again. Once more he pushed into the Scot, a little harder this time, and his hands tightened their grasp on Ewan’s legs, clawing into the skin. It was getting more and more difficult to keep standing upright and holding the Scot firmly, he stepped away from the door. “Hold on to me.” One step after the other he walked backwards until he felt the soft fabric of a carpet under the soles of his feet. Another step and another, moving to the other end of the carpet. Colin slowly went down on his knees, carefully balancing himself and his precious cargo. He almost toppled over once but in the ee wae was able to lay down on the panting Scot, whom he had placed underneath him.

Ewan felt the softly scratching carpet under his back and it helped to arouse him further, writhing under Colin’s body, clenching down on Colin’s hard sex. He felt the Irishman shudder deliciously and decided to repeat the action but before he could turn this into reality, Colin shoved hard into him, ramming directly into his prostate. “AH! COLIN!”

The last thrust had been far harder than he had planned but the reaction it had provoked was very arousing. Seeing the Scot lose all inhibitions and begging for more and writhing and arching under Colin made him doubt that he had ever had good sex before because even the best sex couldn’t marginally compare to what he was feeling now.

He felt the tight heat around his cock tighten as Ewan clenched down on him and for one moment he lost control, thrusting hard into him. He hit the same spot again, that had made Ewan lose it before and again the Scot shivered and shouted out.

“Colin! Take me harder. Now!” The Scot pushed back against him and impaled himself further on Colin’s hard length. The throbbing cock rubbed deliciously against his insides and thrust over his sweet spot over and over again, making his blood boil and the pressure in his balls rise. Sweat broke out all over his body and his chest started to glisten, making everything even more slippery and slick.

Colin’s hands on Ewan’s chest slipped and he was unable to get a tighter grip on him. He reached for the Scot’s legs instead, gripping them and bent them closer to Ewan’s chest. This new angle enabled Colin to thrust even deeper into strawberry blonde moaning and panting underneath him. With every thrust he seemed to hit this secret magic spot that drove Ewan wild.

The Scot’s hard cock was trapped between their bodies and as Colin pounded into Ewan again and again, picking the pace up and losing himself in the rhythm; it was rubbed against their bodies. The pre-come leaking head smeared the fluid over Colin’s belly.

The heat in Colin’s blood rose and the only way to release the tension was to take Ewan harder. They rubbed over the carpet as Colin pounded into the pliant body of the Scot. He could get lost in the intoxicating feeling of Ewan. This was just so intense and so fucking unbelievable gorgeous. How could he have ever lived without having this before? However he had done it, he didn’t want to do it again. He simply refused to stop anytime soon.

His head light and only filled with a dizzy feeling that was actually nothing but a haze of pleasure, the Irishman started panting as well as his orgasm drew closer and closer. He could hear the blood thunder through his veins, the sound almost shutting every other sound out, and he felt his heart beat faster, almost trying to rabbit out of his chest. He started to sweat too and some of it dropped from his hair in his eyes, stinging and blinding him. Ewan reached up to his face and wiped the rivulets of sweat away, rubbing the salty liquid out of Colin’s eyes.

The rhythm changed and Colin let one of Ewan’s legs drop to change the angle. This gave him also the possibility to wrap his fingers around the straining erection that was throbbing and clenched between their bodies. His movements on the shaft were jerky because the rising pressure in his body made it difficult to stay in control. As Ewan clenched around his erection, Colin squeezed the pulsating cock in his hand. This was the last straw and Ewan’s body went limp as he came with strong shivers. The come splattering over Colin’s hand once again.

The tight hole tightened even more as Ewan’s body shook in orgasmic shivers and the Irishman tumbled over the edge himself, spilling his seed into the latex protection, deep inside Ewan’s body. Another push and then he ceased all movement, riding the waves of pleasure, crashing through him, out.

Both men gasped and panted, their bodies sweaty and dirty, sticky as well. Ewan closed his eyes for a short moment to regain at least a tiny bit of control before he opened them again, looking Colin into the eye. “We didn’t even make it to the bed.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest.

He couldn’t help but laugh, happiness filling him. “It is not my fault that you got me all hot and bothered in town. What were you expecting would happen, once I had you in my house?” He leaned down and kissed the Scot’s lips softly. Smiling he pushed himself up and pulled out of Ewan. This provoked a soft hiss from the other. “Did I hurt you?” Colin started to worry. It was the first time he had sex with a man and he wasn’t sure if he had done everything right.

“I am just a little sore, that’s all. Don’t worry. It’s been a while since I last had sex with a bloke.” He winced as he sat up. “My muscles just aren’t used to taking something up there anymore.” Ewan saw Colin’s worries look and he reached up the Irishman’s face, brushing his hands over it. “Please, I am not hurt. This just means we have to practice some more before I get used to it again.”

The words calmed him slightly down and after watching Ewan get to his feet, making sure that the Scot had told him the truth, he climbed to his feet as well and stepped up to him, wrapping his arms around him. “How about a shower?”snifsniffed, cringing his nose up. “I know we could need one. We stink.”

Ewan threw his head back and laughed. His eyes lit up with amusement, making Colin’s stomach flutter and he swore that he would do whatever he was able to make the Scot laugh like that more often. “Lead on then.” The Scot smiled at the Irishman and followed him upstairs to the bathroom.
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