After you finish with Connor you put on a green shirt and some shorts. Connor's sitting next to you as you get dressed, you hear him call out "Oy, St. Patricks day is staying every day now. Towns going to be nice and Irish soon to go with it. You're welcome to help us spread these festivities." You leave Connor's room, it sounds fun to 'help people get in the spirit of the holiday'. You walk down the street and are happy to see plenty of fellow Irishmen, and a couple of Irishmen rushing others into buildings and pubs. On your trip you turn a corner and feel something bump into your chest, it looks to be a 23-year-old man. His hair is blond and long, running down to his shoulders. He's clean shaven, his lack of facial hair giving him a baby face. He backs up after bumping into you and looks into your blue eyes. "Sorry, just trying to get to my office."
You look at him and smell sweat, he's been running to his office. As he moves past, you clasp a hand on his shoulder and yell "Oy, where's your green?" The man jumps in surprise as your grab him and starts stuttering "Forgot today was St Patrick's day, hehe..." He laughs nervously. "I'm sure I've got a green shirt somewhere in my office, if you just let me go I'll grab it." You shake your head and point to a nearby pub. "Don't be a fooking wanker. We're going to get drinks while I help you get in the spirit of things." He goes to step away but you press down harder. He quickly gets the idea and starts walking with you to the pub.
Entering the pub you see a gorgeous sight of men, all buff, with ginger beards, and wearing some sort of green. Most of them are drinking, they turn to you and your captive and cheer. You guide the man to the counter and place him on the seat. "What's your fooking name?" He stares at the pub counter and meekly replies "Uh, my names Roger." You gruffly reply to him "Sean's mine. Now let me help a lad out." You call over the bartender and order a mug for yourself and Roger. You drink yours in one big gulp, looking expectantly at Roger you see him slowly sipping the drink. "Where's your fooking pride?" You shout at Roger. Some of the other men from the bar have started gathering around you and Roger. Roger drinks a little more then goes to push away the drink "Look, I really should be going." You put your hand on the back of the mug and push it back into Roger, you look to the growing crowd. "Seem's he needs some encouragement!" Cheers erupt from around you as you hear men chant "Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Roger looks around worried, being blocked in now by tough Irishmen, he realizes he has no choice and drinks the beer down in a single chug. The crowd bursts into cheers as you see Roger looking a bit woozy from the sudden drink. Hands from the crowd start reaching for Roger, grabbing and tearing his t-shirt and jeans. As his jeans are torn, you can spot green underwear on him, which causes the crowd to cheer even more. Roger begins blushing as he reaches a hand down and removes his underwear. You spot a 7 inch circumcised cock with no pubic hair near it. Roger begins to stroke it, the men in the crowd (yourself included) have stripped themselves and are rubbing their cocks on Rogers body. Sitting next to him, you thrust your dick across his leg and break into a kiss. As you kiss your hand holds Rogers hair, which shrinks as you hold it. His hair shortens into a buzz cut, the blonde changing in a wave and becoming ginger. Your chin tickles as you kiss, short ginger hair grows out of his chin and presses against you. The short beard quickly begins to lengthen and spread, becoming a mountain man beard. His face begins to develop freckles and hardens, his features slightly exaggerate and he loses that clean-cut babyface look he had before.
Your other hand runs across his chest, you feel growing hair and muscle. The once smooth chest begins to tingle against you as thick hairs press against your hand. You begin to grab and press, feeling hardened and defined muscle. You move your hand down and reach his penis, meeting his currently stroking hand. He lets go and allows you to rub him off, you move up and down, feeling the member thicken. His circumcised penis regrows its foreskin. You give it long, hard rubs feeling the back of your hand pressing against his now growing pubes. Your face goes fully flush as you press into his leg and cum. You can see the other men in the bar beginning to cum themselves, all coating Roger, and some splashing onto you. You then hear Roger loudly moan as your hand becomes wet with Roger's seed. He cums hard, most covers your hand, but some lands on the pub's counter. You look at the man who was Roger, "Oy Aran, did your brain go out with that load or you down for more drinks?". Aron looks back at you with a smile "Course it didn't, Barkeep, you supplying for the night?" The bartender wipes the counter clean of Arons load and looks to you all. "Course we are, St. Patricks day ain't ending anymore. All Irish are welcomed to drink forever in this pub!" The barkeep hands you all more drinks, you drink with Aron and a few other men while pondering where you should head next.