Heavy Cummer Coho

The beers we picked up on the way to the hotel aren’t the little bottles we’re used to here in the States. They’re bigger, and the beer has a bigger punch than American domestic beer. After his shower, Coho hit the first bottle and downed it in short order, remarking how good it tasted. Apparently he’d run out of water during his walk and the cold beer made him feel a lot better. I turned on the TV and we watched a rebroadcast of a soccer game and talked. He told me about where he’d grown up in Ireland and how he’d decided to do some traveling before he headed to university to get a degree, which he was still trying to decide on; another reason for going hiking in Australia, to give him time to think about his life.

We had some room service dinner–fish sandwiches and more beer–and not long after that I could see Coho was fading, the beer, relaxed conversation and beer working their magic. He admitted he didn’t have a hotel room, and was trying to save money, so naturally I offered to let him stay in my room, telling him I wasn’t in the least bit tired. Of course not, I was planning to get this hot young Irishman on film! He  headed off to bed and I got my gear in order, anticipation making the time seem to drag by.

Then I could hear the soft snoring that told me he was deeply asleep. Time to get this young red-haired guy on film. When I go in he’s sound asleep, and I move in to capture him on film, moving the covers away to fully expose his tattoos. There are the shamrocks I mentioned, along with a series of gears and other more esoteric things, like the Celtic knot-work that runs down his right side onto his back–which you can’t see much of in the film which is a real pity because the work is simply beautiful.

I finally expose Coho’s entire boy to view. Like most red-heads he has hairy legs and arms. I can’t help running the camera along his body several times, he’s the first Irishman I’ve ever had the opportunity to film, and it’s a real thrill. I get his shorts down and stroke his cock, working it until it’s hard and then taking it into my mouth and sucking it. He gets hard, hard as stone which makes me smile. I’m enjoying this, enjoying the fun of a straight Irishman in my hotel room bed, getting him on film while he sleeps. I’ll never forget Coho and his shamrock tattoos, or the fun I had with him on my vacation.