Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 00:48:35 +0000
From: Blue Boy <blueboy3649@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boys of Hollyoaks - Part Two: John-Paul & Josh

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between consenting adult
males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law
from viewing such material, leave now.

This story is based on characters in the UK soap Hollyoaks. It is a work of
pure fiction. Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that the
characters or the actors who play them are gay. I don't know anything about
their true sexualities. The characters and the show are trademarks of and
copyright Channel 4.

All comments and suggestions gratefully received at
blueboy3649@hotmail.com.

PART TWO -- JOHN-PAUL & JOSH

Josh had just had the fuck of his life in the classroom, the sexy Mr Owen
having stapled him by the tie to a desk and then bent him over and pumped
him full of his thick manhood. They had narrowly escaped from being caught
by the rest of his class and for the rest of the day his heart had been
racing from the afternoon's events (see "Hollyoaks: Extra Tuition" on
Nifty).

Then the following week, he and Ste had gone over to Mr Owen's for some
"extra tuition" – where Russ had taken it in turns to fuck both
boys. Josh's arsehole was becoming a regular plaything for Russ Owen. It's
not that Josh was complaining about this, not in the slightest, but there
were plenty of other lads in Hollyoaks that he wanted inside him.

That evening, he'd gone to the Dog to look for his brother but was told by
Darren that Rhys had left with John-Paul. So he'd wondered over to
John-Paul's house and found that the door had been left on the
latch. Cautiously he stepped inside and called hello but there was no
reply. He heard the sound of music from upstairs so he slowly climbed the
stairs and found a bedroom door slightly ajar with light emanating from it
and voices laughing, so someone was clearly in.

John-Paul was just about to speak when the bedroom door opened. The boys
looked up in shock at the figure standing in the doorway.

"Josh!" muttered Rhys, trembling as he scrambled to try and pull
John-Paul's bedcovers over his butt naked lower half.

Josh couldn't believe what he was seeing. "What's going on?" he asked
sternly.

It wasn't often Rhys was lost for words. But then again it wasn't often he
was caught by his younger brother, lying on another lad's bed with his
pants down and a dildo next to them. Luckily John-Paul was quicker off the
mark than he was.

"Rhys spilt beer all over himself, the clumsy idiot," laughed John-Paul.

But Josh wasn't convinced. "So he had to take his pants off?"

"I was fuckin soaked mate!" said Rhys, thankful to John-Paul for his
quick-thinking. But Josh wasn't just some kid who could be fobbed off with
a story. Seeing Rhys' jeans lying on the floor next to the bed, he picked
them up to inspect them.

"Don't seem very wet to me," he said. Neither John-Paul nor Rhys could come
up with an explanation for this, but Josh didn't give them a chance to –
he just shot the boys a disapproving look, then left the room, walked down
the stairs and went home.

Josh found it difficult to sleep that night. He couldn't stop thinking
about what he had witnessed in John-Paul's bedroom and couldn't stop
picturing Rhys on the bed with his cock out. It was more than obvious what
had gone on, as he'd noticed Rhys' T-shirt covered in what was
unmistakeably cum. He wasn't really sure which part bothered him the
most. But if he was honest, what it all boiled down to was jealousy. When
he saw his brother lying there, pants off and cock on display... he wanted
to be the one lying next to him. Playing with that cock. Getting it
hard. Making it drip with precum. Licking it up and down. Taking it in his
mouth. Getting a taste of his brother's erection. Josh tried to snap
himself out of his incestuous thoughts, but it was no good – his hand
had found its way into his boxers and was gently stroking his pulsing
erection. Soon he had his hand cupped tightly around his hard meat and was
wanking furiously at the thought of what John-Paul and Rhys must have got
up to, until he shot a huge load over his smooth stomach. He felt dirty at
having wanked over his brother, but the day's sexual shenanigans at Mr
Owen's and this bedtime wank had finally tired him out, and it wasn't long
before he fell asleep.

The next morning, there was an awkward silence between Josh and Rhys at
breakfast. "You two had a falling out?" enquired Mrs Ashworth.

"The only thing that's been falling out is Rhys's dick, from his boxers,"
thought Josh. "No," they both replied quickly in harmony. The woman eyed
the boys suspiciously but knew better than to delve further into the
matter. As soon as she left the room, Rhys took the opportunity to try and
clear the air.

"Look, mate–" he began, but Josh cut him off.

"Rhys, I don't wanna know what you get upto with other lads!"

"But nothing happened!" he protested.

"Course not," said Josh, raising his eyebrows, and then he got up and left
the room, leaving Rhys frustrated and trying to figure out more ways to
convince his brother he wasn't gay, because this one sure as hell wasn't
working. He got out his phone and typed a text to John-Paul.

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"Is Josh in?" asked John-Paul when Mrs Ashworth answered the door. "Yeah
he's in his room love, go on up," she replied politely. John-Paul made his
way up the stairs and knocked on Josh's door. "Come in," came the reply.

Josh was sat on his bed, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, and strumming his
guitar.

"Alright mate?" smiled John-Paul, a little nervously.

"Alright," replied Josh, somewhat surprised to see him.

John-Paul closed the door behind him. "Writing a new tune then?"

"Trying to," came the reply.

"Cool," said John-Paul. "Look, about yesterday–"

But Josh cut him off. "Did Rhys tell you to come over? To try and get you
to convince me that nothing happened?"

John-Paul was silent for a moment, then smiled. There was no use
pretending. "Yeah."

"Look, I'm not stupid mate. I know what I saw. Anyway, so you and Rhys
did... you know, whatever... It's none of my business."

John-Paul realised he should credit Josh with some intelligence and decided
there was no point lying to him. "You're smarter than you look," smiled
John-Paul.

"Er, thanks, I think." And Josh returned the smile.

"So you're OK about it?"

"Yeah man, it's no big deal. Anyway we've all done stuff we shouldn't
have."

"What, even you?" joked John-Paul.

"Well let's just say I'm not some sweet innocent kid like everyone thinks I
am!" said Josh. "You're not the only one who's been with someone you
shouldn't have!"

"What, so you've kissed my sister behind the bike sheds?" said John-Paul
with a snigger.

"I've done a lot more than that, mate," smiled Josh.

"Err, I don't wanna know about what you and Michaela have got upto!"

"Not with her you idiot!"

"Oh yeah, who with then?" asked John-Paul, with renewed curiosity.

Josh just chuckled. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Try me," urged John-Paul.

Josh stopped to think for a moment. He'd been dying to tell someone about
his fuck sessions with Mr Owen and Ste. And out of everyone it was probably
John-Paul that he could trust the most. Not least because he now had
something on John-Paul too.

"You've gotta promise it stays between me and you, right? This can't get
out."

"I promise," said John-Paul, now awaiting Josh's revelation literally with
bated breath.

"Right well," began Josh, instinctively dropping his voice a touch. "You
know Mr Owen?"

"Russ?" asked John-Paul, obviously expecting someone a little closer to
Josh's age and who wasn't his teacher.

"He fucked me in the classroom last week!"

John-Paul took this information in for a moment, and then let out a little
chuckle. "Yeah, I had my little schoolboy fantasies when I was at school!
There was this one teacher I had the biggest crush on."

"It's not a fantasy!" said Josh, slightly annoyed that John-Paul would
think that it was. "He fucked me!"

"You and Russ Owen?" said John-Paul, with a sarcastic look on his face.

"I swear to you!"

"OK, whatever," smiled John-Paul, clearly still not buying it.

"See, you're just like the rest, you just think I'm this innocent little
kid!"

"Look, mate," began John-Paul, in a more apologetic tone. "I just–"

But Josh didn't give him the chance to finish the sentence. He didn't know
what made him do it, but it was a sudden urge and a split second decision;
he grabbed John-Paul and forced his lips on his. John-Paul was completely
thrown by Josh's actions but opened his mouth to let Josh's tongue in. Josh
kissed him hard, tenderly and passionately. One hand softly caressing
John-Paul's neck and the other on his chest, he continued to let his lips
and tongue work their magic, and by the time it completely registered to
John-Paul what was going on, he could clearly tell that Josh wasn't quite
the innocent 16-year-old he'd imagined him to be. He was kissing like a
man, not a boy.

Eventually Josh broke away. John-Paul couldn't hide the surprise on his
face. "Wow," he whispered.

Josh smiled. "Still think I'm that innocent little kid?"

"No, most definitely not!" John-Paul conceded.

"I've grown up in, uh... more ways than one," Josh winked, and with that he
started moving his hands up John-Paul's thigh, to where he could clearly
see there was a sizeable bulge.

But John-Paul grabbed his hand and moved it away. "Look, I really should
get going."

"But I haven't finished showing you how grown up I am yet!"

"Your mum's downstairs!"

"And?"

"And, you know... she's just... she could..." John-Paul was stuttering his
words.

"Shut up," smiled Josh, and with a gentle blow to John-Paul's chest, pushed
him down on the bed, again taking him by surprise. John-Paul stopped
resisting and soon Josh was lying on top of him, their tongues wrestled in
another kiss, their bodies grinding against each other's and both boys'
hard-ons rubbing achingly against the other through their jeans. John-Paul
was running his hands through Josh's hair, pulling him in as close as he
could. Then his hands slid down Josh's back and under his hoodie, and as he
made to pull it off, they boys broke away from the kiss and wasted little
time in shedding each other's tops. They continued to snog hungrily,
grinding their now topless bodies against each other. John-Paul's hands
found their way to Josh's perfect arse, and squeezed and groped it through
his jeans, before slipping his hands underneath. Josh moaned into
John-Paul's mouth as his hands caressed the flesh of his buttocks.

As much as he was enjoying John-Paul's touch, he wanted to explore his new
mate's body. His lips moved away from John-Paul's face, slowly across to
his neck, then down his chest, that sexy, smooth, toned chest, stopping at
his nipples, taking each one in turn as he licked them and sucked at them,
John-Paul moaning his appreciation. Josh continued cockwards, licking his
way down his stomach and the tiny blonde hairs that made up a sexy treasure
trail into his pubes. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, so that
John-Paul was now lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of tight white
Calvin Kleins, the outline of a big hard cock clearly visible through
them. Josh got to work on these Calvins, softly biting down on John-Paul's
rock hard shaft through the soft white material. "Mmmmm," came John-Paul's
approval.

But Josh was aching for the real thing and couldn't hold out much
longer. As he reached under the elastic and pulled down the sexy boxers,
John-Paul's cock sprang into view, the head already glistening appetisingly
with precum. Josh wasted no time in tasting the sticky liquid, licking it
off hungrily, before taking the whole tool in his mouth and getting to
work. John-Paul closed his eyes and moaned softly, loving the feel of young
Josh's lips tighten around his throbbing cock. Judging by how easily he was
managing to deep throat him, it was clear the boy was no amateur when it
came to cock sucking!

Josh's own cock was aching for attention, and he undid his jeans and pulled
it out, wanking himself while he continued to pleasure John-Paul. But he
decided it was time his mate returned the favour, and he pulled his jeans
and boxers right off so that both boys were completely naked, and slid up
the bed so that he was knelt above John-Paul's shoulders.

"Your turn, big boy," smiled Josh, as he pressed his cock against
John-Paul's lips. Without needing any more encouragement, John-Paul pursed
his lips apart and let Josh penetrate his mouth. He grabbed Josh's arse
cheeks and pulled himself closer.

"Mmmm, yeah, suck it," whispered Josh, as his cock moved in and out of
John-Paul's mouth, his nose pushing right into Josh's pubes with every
thrust. John-Paul squeezed and caressed Josh's bare buttocks, gently
kneading the soft flesh, and then sliding his hand down his arse
crack. Josh instinctively spread his legs a little, as John-Paul's finger
found his arsehole and slipped inside, making the boy let out an
involuntary gasp. Soon John-Paul had two, then three fingers inside him,
fingering his tight, wet hole in rhythm to sucking his cock.

Josh was loving having his hole played with while his cock was being
sucked, this double pleasure was driving him crazy. But there was one thing
he wanted most of all. Because as expertly as John-Paul was fingering him,
fingers were still no substitute for that big fat knob which was still
lying pressed flat against John-Paul's sexy stomach, hard as ever, the
shaft still glistening wet with Josh's saliva, ready and waiting for
action.

"I need you inside me," whispered Josh, and in doing so, slid back down his
mate's body and positioned himself above his groin.

"My pleasure," smiled John-Paul, pulling his cock upwards for Josh to sit
on. Wriggling around, Josh finally found the tip of that cock being pressed
against his hole, and slowly he sat down onto it, letting it gently slide
up inside him.

He let out a huge gasp as his sphincter tightened around John-Paul's
erection and a wave of that strange mix of pleasure and pain pulsated
through his body. He rose again and then came back down, gradually building
up speed and rhythm, until he was riding John-Paul at a steady
pace. John-Paul had his hands all over Josh's body, rubbing his chest and
his nipples, while his balls slapped up and down on John-Paul's neatly
trimmed blonde pubes. Josh took John-Paul's hand and moved it down to his
cock; he took the hint and, placing his grip firmly around the teenager's
erection, started wanking him in time to the fucking.

As John-Paul wanked him harder and faster, this made Josh speed up even
more to somehow keep up the rhythm, and soon the boys were fucking and
wanking frantically, both panting heavily. And then, before Josh knew it,
he was shooting his load all over John-Paul's naked torso, first covering
his chest and then his stomach with spurt after spurt of his hot teenage
spunk. The sight of Josh cumming all over him was enough to send John-Paul
over the edge too, and he too started emptying his balls, deep inside Josh,
load after load, until he felt it dribbling out of his mate's arse and down
into his pubes.

The boys stayed in position for a few moments, smiling at each other and
trying to get their breaths back, when a sudden knock at the door startled
them.

"Cup of tea boys?" came Mrs Ashworth's voice from behind the door.

"No, thanks!" they shouted out in unison.

"D'you think she heard us?" whispered a worried John-Paul as the woman's
footsteps faded away and down the stairs.

"Nah," smiled Josh, and kissed his new fuck buddy.

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Josh was sat in bed. With a big grin on his face, he pressed the Stop
button on the snazzy new camcorder he'd got for his birthday. Ste was sat
next to him. "I don't fuckin' believe it!" he said. "You and John-Paul!"

"Told you I'd shag him," smiled Josh.

"Rewind it," said Ste excitedly. "I wanna see that bit again where you
force your cock in his mouth!"

Josh obliged, and as the boys again watched the secretly filmed replay of
his sexual encounter with John-Paul, he had a sudden brilliant idea. He
didn't know why he hadn't thought of it earlier. He knew exactly what he
was going to secretly film next :-)