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Riain's Adventures Ch. 01

By: wolfhond802



Riain's Adventures Ch. 01: Navy

 A work of fiction.

One time that I remember the most of having a wank in a public toilet was when I was in bootcamp in the navy. When all of we recruits, [fresh meat] arrived and assigned to our companies, we were all very anxious and nervous and unsure of ourselves.

I was assigned to Company 078. Our company commanders were both Filipino. Each company contained around 80 recruits, we shared one toilet that just a couple of urinals and then on one side of the room the wall was lined with sinks and mirrors, opposite were the commodes, they were in stalls, but NO DOORS! We also shared one communal shower room; it was unusually small considering that all of us had to shower at the same time, and in a very short time. I think it only had eight shower heads (half on one side and half on the other side) meaning 80 of us young hot sweaty men were all trying to use eight shower heads at one time, this left most of us hanging out in the middle of the shower room or outside in a very small hall-way that ran between the bunk-room and the toilets, with the shower room entrance in the centre of the hall-way.

This was typical of the "hurry up and wait mentality of the military." So now you should have a clear picture that we had absolutely no privacy at all anywhere, and 99% of us were between the ages of 17 and 24. So how in the hell were we going to masturbate? Boot Camp was EIGHT weeks!

One of the first things our company commanders told us were the rules for laundry and the bunks. The linens were only washed once a week, say on every Thursday. So once a week on Thursday morning we removed our sheets to be sent to the laundry with. The linens would come back to us that late afternoon. We never slept under our sheets, just the blankets (San Diego can very cool at night). Our company commanders did not want us to mess up our bunks in anyway. You never knew when there could be a surprise inspection, and we wanted our company to be the very best and to brigade at graduation (highest honours and leading all the other companies).

It was after explaining all these rules about the bunks and the linens to us that our company commanders said, "the night (Wednesday) before the sheets go to the laundry, is 'HOTEL NIGHT'. They said this was a special night because we were allowed to sleep under our sheets and mess up the sheets anyway we wanted. They went on to hint to us that messing up the sheets also included jacking-off, considering we were all young men, we needed a time for such a thing. They were not direct about this, but did all the explaining about masturbation in a humorous, ‘buddy to buddy’ or older brother to younger brother way. I suspect this had something to do with government regulations and rules. I mean what would happen if the religious-right found out that the military were encouraging our young men to MASTURBATE?!

Well, I never discussed what they told us with anyone. I did not know if they were really serious or just messing with our heads. I had never had anyone tell me that it was ok to jack-off and to also tell me when and where I was suppose to actually have this wank. SO, the first hotel night I waited and tried to stay awake as long as I could, but almost impossible with our schedule and our daily activities. Maybe this is the reason they let us know that we could jerk-off, they knew we would always be too tired to actually do it, and/or too embarrassed to do it in our bunks with all of our fellow seamen so close by. After all, there were only two rooms with bunks, one upstairs and one downstairs. Each room contained 20 double-bunks for a total of 40, so there was not much room between each set of bunks and you had pretty much a clear view of all the bunk to either side of you and across from you, and also knew every time the lad above you or below you moved.

I never heard or saw anyone else jacking-off, so I did not wank either. I am not sure if it was because everyone thought it was a joke, or if everyone was too shy, or if it was only the ones near my bunk that didn't and elsewhere they were masturbating, but I just could not hear or see them.

So that is the way it went for the next 4-6 weeks.

Then, one day while we were at classes, I was called aside and was told that I had to report to some office about something, and afterwards I would rejoin my company at another class. So, off I went and took care of whatever was requested, and then headed back to the building where we were having our classes.

I arrived and my company had already left. Also, the whole building was empty. It was a typical Navy building with all the rooms in the centre, with the doors to all of the rooms on the outside walls, and the without being enclosed with walls. I started leaving to go find my company, when I realised I had to piss. I went into the nearest toilet and went to the urinal and pissed, and still there was not one person around, and not a sound anywhere. I soon realised, I was alone for the first time in way over a month. This had been the longest period of time that I had every gone with out a wank and cumming since I started wanking with puberty around 11 or 12, and I was at that time 22 years old.

I entered one of the stalls (again no door) and quickly began to jack-off. I came in what must have been a record time, the fastest time cumming in my life since I had started wanking to even the present. Of course what got me off was thinking about all of the those hot guys that I was sharing a barracks with, see naked in the showers every day, seeing piss in front of me, seeing shit in front of me, and working together as a 'fraternal-team'. It was also very intense and a huge amount of cum. I had all this huge amount of cum on my hand and quickly ate it up. I had always eaten my own cum from day one, I don't know why, maybe because no one ever showed me or told me, "You are suppose to clean it up with Kleenex or underwear", so I just did what came naturally to me. But, I imagined that my cum belonged to one of fellow SEAMEN recruits, wishing I could have shared that orgasm with one of them. At this time I was still a virgin, I had never had any real sex with a female or a male, only some messing around when I around 6 & 7 and again around 9 & 10. Obviously, I was not out then, not even to myself, but that definitely was the day that started my whole "coming out" process.

Unfortunately, I would never experience a sexual encounter with any of my Navy brothers, but the bootcamp experience did mature me, it taught me responsibility, accountability, and gave the opportunity to begin learning more about myself and other men. It also made me realise that for my own sake, I needed to accept my own sexuality, honestly and openly.

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Riain's Adventures Ch. 02



Chapter Two – Limerick Leo

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I had just finished up with the Navy in the United States; I was now at the point of deciding what to do with my life. I also needed to decide what I should study and receive a degree in. I decided first of all that I wanted to return to Co. Tipperary, Ireland, where I am originally from. I knew also I wanted to have something to do with religion, theology, and education – I had always wanted to teach. 

Religiously, I came from a very mixed Irish family, and definitely not your normal situation in rural Ireland. It was not only an issue of Catholic and Protestant, but also of Judaism. My mother's father was Jewish. I had been brought up basically "secular" with basics in both Protestant and Catholic theology and a great deal of Jewish studies that I had always did on my own. 

However, by the time I started Secondary school, at a Catholic school, I had decided to be confirmed in the Catholic Church. Also because of my Navy experience I was also trying to deal with my sexuality and battling with the issue of me really being "gay." At that time everything seemed to push me into the direction of the priesthood. I decided I would return home to Ireland and become a priest. 

There was a seminary near my hometown, growing up I had known many of the priest and students there, so I decided St. Patrick's would be the place to enrol. Now, I had to find a diocese that wanted me and would sponsor me. A Monsignor recommended that I interview with the Bishop of Limerick, and arranged everything for me as soon as I arrived back home. 

I thought while I was in Limerick for a few days that I would take the time for a holiday and visit some places I had not been to in years. I chose to spend an extra day and night in Limerick then head down to County Kerry for the rest of my holiday. This turned out to be a good decision as I found out on my last day there that, the Diocese of Limerick accepted me; and I would be attending St. Patrick's in just a few weeks, as by then it was already September. This made the start of my holiday a grand celebration, one I was back home in Ireland, and two, I had been accepted to study for the priesthood. 

After having spent a few days in Limerick and even being interviewed by priest who had his own radio show on the then pirate station Radio Luimnigh, I had found out about all the best pubs and places to go for some good craic [a magical grand brilliant time]. So, I had decided on the Granary on Michael Street, a pub and a night club with live music, once the pub closes, at that time pubs closed at 10.30 p.m.

I arrived somewhat early and the pub was mainly empty. I had a few pints then found a table to sit at, alone. After a few more pints and a few hours the pub was now getting busy and filling up around me. 

A large group of women, mainly middle-aged, brought several tables together right next to my table; there must have been at least a dozen of them. It was not long before they asked me to join them, since I was sitting along. Irish people will always ask someone who is alone in a pub to join them, it is just polite and the hospitable thing to do. 

We were all having a good time and it was long until the National Anthem played and we all stood and sang and then finished our pints as it was now 10.30. The women asked me if I was going next door to the after hours club for the live band and dancing. I said, "Sure thing, I would not miss it"! 

We were all having a good time listening to the music and dancing, I could tell that they were trying to hook me up with one of the women, the one who appeared to be the youngest. I knew that was not going to happen -- now I had a reason not to date, &c., I was now going to be a priest. I did not know at that time that would all change later that night. 

All of sudden a young man, probably in his late 20's arrived. He was about 5'10" (179cm), I guess between 10 to 12 stone (140-168 pounds/63.5-76kg), I am horrible at guessing weight; he had dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes. All the women knew him and were soon introduced him to me, and he sat down across from me and we began chatting. His name was Leo Shine and he was from Limerick. Several times he got up to sing, and he had a very good voice. I told him how much of a good singer he was. 

He told me he was singing professionally and even had worked with George Michael, while living in London. He then told me that George Michael had a huge cock. I nearly choked on my Guinness. I never actually heard a man say something like that in a 'sexual' way. I thought maybe there was a joke in there somewhere, but there was not. 

I was a bit speechless, and he saw that what he had said affected me. Leo asked me, "Aren't you gay?" "You are with all these women, and do not seem to be interested in any of them." I told him I was not gay, even though I knew it was a lie, but I could not admit the truth at that time. 

He said that he was gay. I was even more shocked, as I had never met any man who admitted to being gay before in my life. I now assumed the comment about George Michael's cock was from Leo's own personal experience, and not just a guess or having seen it by accident. 

As the night and our chat went on, Leo began getting more personal with his question and what he told me about himself. He started asking me if I masturbated. Of course I could not lie about that, I did masturbate... a lot. 

I could tell he was trying to get me to say something that would indicate that I was really gay. Part of me wanted to do just that, as he was very handsome, a good singer, and the first man ever to tell me he was gay, and most importantly, I was extremely horny 22 year old, and a 'VIRGIN'. 

By last call, hearing him sing some more, I really wanted to have some sort of experience with him. We got ready to leave and he basically said come with me. 

Well, he already said that he had just recently moved back to Limerick and was living at his parent's house, and unfortunately, I was staying at the Monsignor's house, so we had no place to go. He hailed a taxi and we got in and we went to somewhere on the south-southwest side of the city, he had the taxi stop on a round-about next to an old protestant church, that looked abandoned. 

Leo then told me he has to piss and started walking along the church in between two sections of the old stone church, it was like a very small and short cul-de-sac, and once back there you could not be seen from the road. 

Leo noticed I was not following him, he told me to come on. I said I thought you had to piss, trying to give him privacy. He said, "I do, but you can join me." So I followed along like a lost puppy. 

When we were out of sight he walked up to the main wall of the church and unzipped his trousers and took out his cock and began pissing. At first I stood there and just starred at his cock. I thought what a beautiful piece of uncut Irish meat. 

I knew right then that I wanted it... I wanted to hold it, I wanted to lick it and to suck it, and I wanted Leo's cum – even though I had never done any of this before. I realised I had to piss as well, and still thinking that he had some sort of plan for us to go somewhere to have sex. I stood next to him and took out my own cock and pissed as well. 

When we had finished he turned around and lit up a fag, and started smoking and he had left his cock hanging out and he was starting to become aroused. He asked me what I thought about his cock? 

I told him that it was very large and looked very nice indeed. It was long until he grabbed me and started kissing me with both of our cocks hanging out of our trousers. As we kissed we began fondling each other and both of us became rock hard. 

He clearly had at least 8-9 inches (20-23cm) cock, if not bigger. His cock was nice and thick as well. He also had a nice set of bollocks on him that were covered with black hair and a really thick black pubic bush. 

The next thing I know his hands are on my shoulders and he began pushing me down to me knees. There I was with his big hard cock right in front of my face. Leo said, "Go ahead suck it, you know you want my cock." And I did! 

I started licking him and then taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and started sucking on that piece of meat like there was no tomorrow. Soon he was holding my head and fucking my mouth, my nose being buried in his musky pubes, I could not believe I had something that big in my mouth. 

After a few more minutes of pounding my face, I felt his cock swelling and I heard him start grunting and the next thing I knew he was coming in my mouth, filling it with a huge load of his sperm! At the same time I had been wanking and right after he came, I came in hand and on the ground. 

I realised that he came in my mouth without warning me, or even discussing it with me, but I guess it did not matter as I found it to be the most erotic thing to happen to me up to that point. I also loved the taste of his cum; I had always eaten my own. Finally, I had tasted cum of someone else – Immediately I knew I was addicted to cum! 

When cleaned ourselves up and he said he would get me a taxi, as he was close enough to walk to his house. While waiting on a taxi to come by I started thinking about what had happened, and I could not help but be somewhat disappointed, believe it or not. 

I had always dreamed about my first time with another man – I thought it would some romantic interlude and in a beautiful bedroom with candle light and a fire place, not out in the cold Irish rain and wind on the wall of a protestant church. 

I then asked Leo, "Is this all there is?" He smirked at me and said, "What were you expecting fireworks?"

I looked back at him and said, "Well, yes, my first time I expected so much more..."

A taxi came by, he hailed it and I got in and went back to the North-side of Limerick across the River Shannon to the Monsignor's house. I laid in bed and thought about what happened – A part of me was thrilled and I had loved every second of it, another part of me felt very disappointed and wanted more then just sex with a stranger. 

I continued with my holiday in County Kerry, with no more sexual adventures until I was in seminary. 

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Riain's Adventures Ch. 03



The following story contains Adult Material – follow the law! Follow your own soul.THE STORY ID COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND ALL NAMES AND PLACES ADAPTED FOR A WORK OF FICTION! 

Riain’s Adventures – Chapter 3 “The Seminary”

The next part of my real life adventures will in itself be in several parts and much of the personal part of my life, outside of the sexual encounters, will remain private and not discussed.

I ended up studying at St. Patrick’s College, near where I grew up, in Ireland. The college was like something out of a time machine. Not only in its physical appearance, but also in the way it was ran by a hierarchy of less than credible priests.

The priests had a luxurious existence there with fine furnished, and well-heated private flats and served the finest of foods. The students were to be taught ‘humility’ and the sanctity of poverty. We had very humble rooms with little heat; in fact you could keep milk on the window seal, and would keep for days without spoiling. The priests who were also the teachers had absolute rule over every aspect of your life, and were rarely allowed off the grounds, and discouraged to associate with people in the town.

There were lads from all over Ireland, Great Britain, and a few even from the USA. The college encouraged everyone to participate in sports, I think because they wanted future priests to be ‘manly’ and brothers in sport, rather brothers in bed. Homosexuality was not only something evil, it was something that would get one kicked out immediately, if they discovered you were even thinking about having sex with another man. The whole place was nothing but a huge contradictory in terms and haven for hypocrisy and Irish Catholic authoritarianism.

One of my favourite rooms was the ‘locker-room’ this is where all the athletes of the small college stored their kits and changed into and out of their kit. It was also a room that all of us had to go through to access the stairs to the room above that had the private cubicle showers and the laundry room. No open communal showers there, I am sure because the priests were afraid we would become aroused and/or tempted.

Of course by this time having had my one and first only sexual encounter, I was getting hornier and hornier by the hour. Especially after being able to see so many fellow students nude. I finally had a chance to have sex with one other student – He was a few years younger than me and from County Kerry. He was blond, blue-eyed, 18, small thin wisp of a lad, probably about 5’8” to 5’10”. He also ended up having a very large cock, uncut of course, and big balls with a lot of blond pubic hair. We were never ever completely naked together and we only had two encounters and jacking each other off. Seems he confessed his ‘sin’ and was told to never do it again or else – it also seems the confessions told by students to the priests were not confidential and shared we all other priests! They frowned on any type of sexual activity, even masturbation.

By this time I had gotten in the habit of masturbating in the shower every day, even if someone was in a cubicle next to me or not, in fact I liked having others there taking showers while I had a good wank, wishing that someone would come into my cubicle and join me. There were two lads that I really became infatuated with, one from County Cork, and one from near where I grew up and new him and his family, but not that well, as he was a few years younger than myself, so we had not been in the same class at CBS, and then I transferred to another secondary school. The lad from County Cork I did get to see nude completely full-frontal, as I had went to his room and we were to get ready to go on an outing. He had to change clothes and did so right in front of me changing underwear and everything. He was one fine half. Dark thick curly hair, dreamy blue eyes, about 5’10”, a very fit athletic hairy body, and a very nice sized uncut cock, and balls, with a thick pubic bush of black hair.

Anyway at the end of the term due to numerous reasons, the college and myself decided to part ways. I ended up staying over the Christmas holidays with the other lad that I had developed a crush on. It was a grand time getting to know him away from the college, and getting to know all of his family. I had seen him nude several times at college, but only his rear. While at his family’s house I did get to see the front of him while he was nude – he was just about to get a bath, and I accidentally walked in on him. He was all but gorgeous to me.

He was about 5’8” blond, crystal blue eyes, very fit from all the farm work, and from being one the best Hurling players in all of Ireland, as had his grandfather been. He was basically hairless except for bond tufts under his arms, his pubic hair and a small thin treasure trail from belly button down, and of course the normal light blond fuzz on his thighs, and legs. He had what seemed to be a very lovely average uncut cock and balls. The only thing I was able to do with him was tell him one night how I felt about him, and kiss him. I think he felt the same way about me, but because of his up bringing and society could not accept his sexuality. A few years later he left the seminary and ended up in nursing school in England. The last I heard he was living in Clonmel, Co. Tipperary, but unsure as to why, or what he is doing there.

I moved to London, but not for long, just a fortnight, but while there I came out officially! I returned to Thurles and moved into a flat there, with my cousin and two other flatmates. It did not take long for all of local people to hear about me being ‘gay’.

Living in a small town of 8,000 did not allow for much of a social life even if you were straight, but being openly gay made it even more difficult. Luckily ‘Hot Press’ Magazine took personal adverts even for gay men. One man in his late 30’s answered my advert. I was still not even 23 yet. He lived in Toomevara, telling me that he was a teacher there. His letters were very romantic, to say the least. He eventually talked me into letting him come to my flat and to meeting me. It wasn’t long before he also talked me into my bedroom and giving him a blowjob. He was tall man, I believe taller than me maybe around 6’4” and gingery-brown hair – he also had a huge uncut cock and huge balls with lots of ginger pubes. He feed me a huge load of local Irish cum.

However, once it was over, he was out of there, and I never heard from him again… yup he used me just to get off once. Later, while I was in hospital with glandular fever, in Neenagh, I found out more about this man. I was in a ward and a priest came to visit one of his parishioners. As he was living I realised it was Michael Hogan, the ‘teacher’!! Except he was not a teacher at all, but a priest, he has lied to me about many things, I wonder where Fr. Michael Hogan is today?

End of Chapter Three “The Seminary”

Chapter Four is next “In Dublin’s Fair City”

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