Chapter 25: Saturday.
Both guys woke up the next morning and just chilled in bed. There were no plans for the day so both just lay, playing on their phones, and catching up on social media, news and youtube videos.
After a bit, Gérard got up, grabbed a towel and looked through his bag and grabbed his wash bag. He wrapped the towel around himself and left the room and into the shared bathroom. He did his normal routine of brushing his teeth, shaving and then showering. He made his way back to the bedroom after the shower with just the towel around him.
He lay on the bed for another bit, playing on the phone again and catching Rachel up on last night's activities.
Now with the bathroom being free, Kieran decided he would go shower and get presentable.
Returning to the room after the shower in just his boxers, Gérard says to him, "Do I get a kiss now that you have fresh breathe?" Kieran laughed and went over for the kiss but Kieran ended it quickly.
After the kiss, Kieran put on a t-shirt and headed downstairs to see a few were up already and having tea/coffee. He went to the kitchen and made himself a tea and joined the few in the living room and sat next to Orla.
They made idle chat. Orla told him that they aren't too far from the beach and Kieran asked if she was interested in going for a walk. She accepted his invitation and both finished their drinks.
After finishing their drink, both headed upstairs and Kieran put on some jogging bottoms, a hoodie and trainers.
He looked out the window and saw the sea for the first time which he didn't realise before. The weather was dry but cold and knew he needed more than a hoodie. He asked Gérard for his jacket and he give it to him. He put the jacket over the hoodie and was now good to go. He met Orla in her room which she was sharing with Danny.
She was wearing light grey leggings with a hint of camel toe and a puffy jacket. Both left the house and headed down the road towards the beach.
They walked for about 20 minutes before they made it to the beach. With the cold temperature, no one was about so they walked along the beach to the sand ends. They were going to turn and head back but Orla saw a path that lead into the bushes. Hoping it would lead to another beach, she suggested going that way and off they went to explore. And she was right, they soon reached the end of the path and onto another beach. This beach looked more public but was also quiet. There were more houses along it as well as mobile homes. They walked some more and then decided to rest for a bit on the rocks. But it was too cold to rest for long and both decided to make their way back.
Now on the path, among the bushes, Orla stopped and looked around before going off the path. Kieran followed.
More in among the bushes now, Orla pulled down Kieran's jogging bottoms. The only thing that bothered Kieran, was being cold and the cold does no man any favours. Kieran was used to being out in the cold, especially when playing football. He knew his cock and balls had shrunk. Kieran has had sex outside before but never in these cold temperatures.
Now Orlas freezing cold hand was cupping him, not helping the situation. He pulls her hand out of his boxers and moves in for a kiss.
While kissing, Orla unzips her jacket and he slips his hand in, around her back and pulled her in tighter. Now blood started pumping in the right place and she could feel it pressing against her. She reaches around and places her hand down the back of his boxers, feeling his bum and exposing it a bit.
While kissing, Orla slid down and landed on her knees. He looks at the ended bulge now in front of her and slides the boxers down to his ankles. The cold hand on his dick didn't bother him now as it was soon to be replaced by her mouth.
The cold was definitely a factor and it was taking more of an effort to get there. But Orla didn't fail. Kieran now thrusts more to help get to the finish line. Moaning "oh yeah" and "I'm close" reassuring Orla that she was doing a good job. But really, she was thinking "great, it's almost over" as she wasn't prepared for the extra work.
Kieran got to the point of no return and let out some loud moans as the orgasm started but not to the point of coming. Kieran looked as he was about to cum and saw a walker. The moans stopped the guy in his tracks and catches Kieran. Now both in a locked look, Kieran couldn't stop now as he starts coming, but as a reaction, moves away from Orla as he came but was crippled with the orgasm that he finished cumming in front of the guy.
The guy turns and continues to walk, trying to ignore what's going on. Kieran scrambles in a panic to pull up his trousers and trips over himself and falls to the ground, hitting his head on a rock.
Kieran let out a cry in pain and lay on the ground, not worrying now that his trousers were still down around his knees. Orla quickly moved to his defence and hadn't a clue what was going on. She was unaware that they were just caught.
Holding his head, Kieran sat up to now notice he was still half naked and got up slowly and finally pulled up his trousers. He now hunches over holding his head and realises there is blood.
Orla sits him back down on the ground to get a better look. She took a good look at the wound and saw it didn't need stitches but it was swollen.
Apart from the knock to the head, Kieran felt fine. He didn't feel dizzy or noxious.
There wasn't a lot of blood but enough to run down his face and cover the hand that was used to hold it.
After a few minutes, the pain subsided a bit, so both got on their feet and headed back to the house. The walk took longer than expected as they didn't realise how much they walked on the beach. When they finally got back to the house, Kieran stopped at the mirror in the hall to get a look at his head. He saw it wasn't anything to worry about, the bleeding stopped. It just looked worse than it was. Walking into the hall way, Jenny catches a glimpse of Kieran and sees the blood on the side of his face and goes into panic mode "oh my god, what happened? Are you OK? Did someone do this to you?" Kieran kept trying to reassure her that he was fine but Jenny's reaction was attracting more attention. The last thing he wanted. A few more gather in the hall and he assured them that he was fine. He then made his escape and headed upstairs to the bedroom. He grabbed the same towel from that morning and headed to the bathroom for another quick shower to wash off the blood. He hoped then, that the attention will be off him.
As he showered, Gérard got word that Kieran was hurt and headed into the bathroom to check if he was OK. Gérard was fully trained in First Aid and wanted to check it for himself.
When Gérard entered the bathroom, he asked if he was OK and asked what happened. Kieran told him the story about getting a blowjob from Orla and as he cumming, they were caught by a walker. In a panic to pull up his trousers while cumming, he tripped over them and fell, his head on a rock.
Gérard couldn't help but laugh but Kieran knew it was funny too and would laugh too if it still didn't hurt.
Kieran got out of the shower and dried his hair a bit to allow Gérard to have a look. He took it easy and then wrapped the towel around his waist and sat on the side of the bath. Gérard took a good look and could see a fresh cut and a bump. He confirmed that it didn't need stitches but then left promptly. He headed downstairs and got a sandwich bag and put ice in it. Then wrapped it in a tea towel and brought it to Kieran, who was now drying the rest of his body.
As Gérard hands Kieran the ice pack, he says, "Just take it easy for a bit, don't be sleeping in case you have a concussion" and then left Kieran to it.
Kieran got dressed and headed downstairs again to the others.
All curious to know what happened. Orla had just told them that he fell but they knew she was holding something back. He looked over at her and she gives a shrug to agree that he can tell them. And so he did. All laughed at what happened and all knew that that was a first for them all.
Kieran made himself tea and toast as he hadn't eaten today yet. He chilled in the living room as others chatted.
While in the living room, Orla and Danny walked through in just a towel, heading to the hot tub and Kyle got up to join them. Gérard stays with Kieran for a bit, putting on the TV to watch and have something to do.
The noises of a bed squeaking and moving come through the ceiling and others in the hot tub. Gérard gets up to have a look to see if there is a chance of joining in somewhere. Kieran was not in the mood just yet as his head was still hurting.
Gérard takes a walk outside first and sees the hot tub is full. He makes his way upstairs and sees that Charlene is between Connor and Dylan. He turned and went to the room next door to see Aine laying on her bed playing with her phone. Gérard stood in the doorway making idle chat to figure out if she was in the mood. She sat up to chat better and Gérard came on in and sat beside her. She picked up on what he wanted and said that she can't right now and that she needed a shower.
She stood up and slowly lifted off her top and then seductively unbuttoned her jeans. She slowly started to remove them, bending over and she pushed them down her legs. After removing her jeans, she turns her back to Gérard and unhooks her bra, turning slightly to give him a glimpse. She again bends over as she removes her thong and then grabs a towel. She wraps the towel around her and turns back to Gérard, who now stands up.
He too slowly pulls off his t-shirt revealing a muscled torso. He untied his jogging bottoms and played with the waistband before starting to remove them. For a laugh, he turns around, bends over as he drops the jogging bottoms and removed them. He then pulls the waistband of his briefs down to below his cheeks to reveal a nice toned ass. He turns back to face her and he now starts pulling the front of his briefs down. Doing this slowly, revealing his cock, little by little. Once he got to the end of it, the hard cock bounced up and now pointed at Aine.
Aine now walks out of the room and into the bathroom, leaving the door open for Gérard to follow her. As he walks in naked, she drops her towel. Gérard stood there for a moment to get a good look and her toned body, perky boobs and a nice smooth pussy. She turns on the water and lets it heat before stepping in. He steps in just after her and they both start kissing.
She wraps her arm around him, rubbing them around his back and occasionally his arse. He did the same but also caressed her boobs. He moves from kissing her on the mouth to the cheek, to the neck and kissed his way down to her boobs. He starts with a couple of light kisses on the nipple before starting to use his tongue. Water flowed over them both as he moves down onto his knees. With the height difference, he wasn't low enough to comfortably lick her pussy. He grabs one of her legs and places it over his shoulder, opening her legs so he can go in.
Again, he starts with a few kisses but then starts licking with his flat tongue, like he was licking an ice cream. He then points his tongue to start entering her. It enters her and caresses it for a few moments before placing the tongue back in his mouth to fully taste the moment. He does this some more, each time going deeper and deeper while her juices make Gerard's cock throb.
While doing this, he enjoys her rubbing his head, occasionally scratching it. She used this too, to push his head in deeper or to keep his head in place when he found the good spot. "That's it...... stay there.... keep doing that......" said Aine as her breathing got heavier. Now she grabs him by the hair and her body quakes and almost buckles, coming to a climax.
But Gérard didn't stop, the taste was getting more intense from the orgasm and he starts stroking himself now. But he didn't need many strokes as he came quickly on the shower floor. Gérard stands now and leaves the shower but Aine stayed and starts soaping up to now have a proper shower. Gérard didn't have a towel, so he left the bathroom and went to his bedroom. Kieran was sitting on the bed and saw Gérard come in, naked and soaking wet and asked "Oh, what did you get up to?"
Gérard responded, "I went down on Aine in the shower." And on that now, Gérard went up to him and leaned in "come mere". They both started kissing and Kieran instantly could taste something different. Something familiar but not as intense. And, he knew it was Aine. The kiss didn't last long as Kieran pulled away and headed downstairs while Gérard got dried and dressed.
A few hours had passed and Kieran spent most of it on the sofa watching TV. People came and went and on with their own fun. Kieran wasn't interested in joining anyone as his head was still hurting.
Shortly after getting a chippy with everyone for dinner, he was left in the living room alone. Everyone had moved on to the hot tub or bedrooms. He still wasn't in the mood. Even some of the girls tried. He only went as far as kissing. He thought, "If it wasn't for his head hurting, he would be upstairs and enjoying the night as it was meant to be enjoyed."
Around 9pm, he took a walk upstairs, looking in each room as he made his way to his room.
First, he sees was Gérard on top of a girl, thrusting his hips between her legs. In the room opposite was Danny licking out Jenny on 1 bed and Kyle wanking on the other bed watching them.
Kieran got to his room and closed the door behind him. He chilled on the bed for a while, away from everyone as he didn't want to be a party pooper. Then he decided to stay in bed and have an early night, so he got undressed and climbed under the duvet.
Around 11pm, Gérard popped his head in the door to check on Kieran. They chatted for a minute before he returned to the party.
About another hour passed and the party was dying down. Gérard got to the bedroom and wasn't wearing anything. He wasn't wearing anything for the last couple of hours so why would he put his clothes on again to head to bed?
He climbs straight into bed and chats with Kieran for a bit. Gérard was catching Kieran up on all the antics from tonight. Kieran knew he had missed a good night and now Gérard just confirmed it.
Before turning over for the night, Gérard went in for a good night kiss. It started off nice and gentle at first with the mouth closed and then got more into it, using tongues. This was nothing new to either of them. Gérard kisses everyone and Kieran was used to kissing him now too.
Gérard loved kissing and would kiss everyone. He would keep kissing until they pulled away. If they didn't pull away, the kiss would continue.
This time, Kieran wasn't stopping it. Resulting in the tongues getting in deeper and deeper. With Gérard just leaning in, he was getting uncomfortable with the weight on one arm. While still under the covers, Gérard got on top. Kieran didn't mind as they had been in positions before and were now comfortable with him. The kissing continued. Kieran placed his hands on his waist and didn't move them. Whereas his hands were moving all over. None were showing any signs of stopping. Gérard could feel, growing and pressing against him that kissing was a turn-on for Kieran too.
Gérard moved from kissing Kieran's lips to kissing his cheek and his neck while sliding his hand down his side, to his leg and back up again. Gérard stopped and lifted his head. He took a good look down at Kieran before moving back into kissing some more. But this time, it was a quick but passionate kiss on the mouth before moving to the neck again. But he didn't stop there. He moved to the chest, kissing it and licking the nipples. Gérard repositioned himself on the bed to allow himself to go lower. He started kissing his stomach and stopped. He sat up and looked at Kieran again and Kieran looked back. While looking at each other, Gérard took Kieran's dick in his hand. He was waiting to see if Kieran would stop him and he didn't. Gérard leans in and kissed the tip. Stroking it a couple of times before kissing down the shaft and back up again. A few more strokes before putting his lips around it and slow down the shaft, the dick entering his mouth, little by little. He got as far as he could and moved back. Doing this a few times and started stroking at the same time. He moved his hand away and slowly went in again, attempting to go deeper. He succeeded but his gag reflex kicked in. So he retracted but continued to suck and faster this time. He would attempt to go deep from time to time, to his limit. All this while Kieran lay back in the bed, normally he would have a hand on the back of the girl's head, gently using it to help her keep a good rhythm. But not this time, he just lay there. He didn't want to be reminded who was doing it but also didn't want it to stop.
Gérard didn't notice that Kieran was now moving slightly, stiffening out and toes curling. But he did hear a moan while his mouth filled with a hot load. Gérard didn't know what to do now but decided to swallow. When he finished, he sat up and grabbed the bottle of water from the side of the bed and took a good drink, washing down the load.
Kieran grabbed his boxers from the floor and cleaned himself and then both just lay down. Neither said a word and lay there to fall asleep.