Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 00:24:35 +0100
From: Mears Efron <makemeoolala@gmail.com>
Subject: Cocksuckers of Albert Square

Cocksuckers of Albert Square

Martin Fowler had only been back in Albert Square for a few weeks, however,
he'd already set his sights on a new conquest. She went by the name of
Stacey Branning and, once upon a time, she'd have been far out of Martin's
league. However, in recent years Martin had bulked up, going to the gym
regularly alongside his best friend Kush Kazemi. Martin wasn't quite at
Kush's level of physical fitness but he was getting there, slowly. His abs
were defined, he'd worked especially hard on them. It was clear that Martin
wasn't going to win any bodybuilding contests anytime soon but his new
physique suited his tall frame.

Martin stood opposite his best friend as the pair set up their stalls, the
pair engaging in conversation as Kush aired his concerns over his new
relationship with Shabnam. Any hopes Martin had of acting slightly
interested in Kush's conversation were dashed when he spotted Stacey
walking down Bridge Street, his eyes transfixed as he watched her enter the
Minute Mart, not once taking his gaze from her. Kush laughed as he waved a
hand in front of Martin's face in a bid to regain his attention, however,
one person who didn't find Martin's attraction to Stacey too funny was Max
Branning, who had just watched Martin's blatant eyefucking of Stacey from
outside of the café.

"Martin?" Max called out, catching the younger man's attention from across
the market.

Martin looked up, nodding at Max as if to acknowledge him.

"A word. In private. Now." Max demanded, his words prompting a quizzical
shared look between Martin and his friend Kush, both knowing that Max
Branning was not a man to be messed with. Martin took off of his money belt
and passed it to Kush, asking his friend to open up the stall for him
whilst he dealt with Max.

Max started walking away from the market without so much of a word to
Martin, yet Martin still followed in hot-pursuit, turning back to face Kush
as he headed away from the market. With Kush's confused expression showing
Martin that he was none the wiser about the reasons behind Max's sudden
desire to speak to him. Bewildered, Martin continued to follow Max as they
headed towards Deals on Wheels – Max grinning at Martin's naivety in
doing so, knowing exactly what he had planned for the younger lad...



**

In Deals on Wheels, Max wasted no time as he opened up a drawer and
retrieved a bottle of whiskey, pouring both himself and Martin a large
glass, not that Martin particularly wanted to start drinking at ten-to-nine
on a Thursday morning but, almost as if to impress Max, he accepted the
whiskey with no questions, although he still remained dubious as to why
he'd been called into Max's office.

"What's this about Max?" Martin asked, a slight smile hiding his nerves.

"Stacey." Max replied without missing a beat, looking at Martin over the
rim of his whiskey glass as the younger man stood awkwardly in front of
him.

"Yeah? She's a nice girl, what about her?" Martin questioned.

"Well, the thing is mate, I've seen the way you look at her. Actually,
correction. I've seen the way you stare at her like she's a piece of
meat. Well Martin, she's not. She's fragile. She doesn't need to get hurt."
Max stated confidently, his concern for Stacey almost ringing true to
Martin, who didn't consider for one minute that Max may have had an
ulterior motive.

"Look Max, whatever you think you know, you don't. It's not like that. I'm
not like that! I like Stacey, I'm not going to deny that. But that's as far
as that goes." Martin pleaded.

Max moved from behind the desk, standing in front of Martin as the taller
man loomed over him. Max wasn't short, far from it, but even he paled in
comparison to Martin, who stood a good few inches above Max. "Martin... you
were leering at her like a horny teenager who'd never seen a woman
before. It's pathetic."

"Lifetime with Sonia does that to you." Martin laughed awkwardly,
forgetting Max's relationship with his ex-wife.

"That's my niece you're talking about. And that's why you're not getting
anywhere near Stacey, because you have no respect." Max yelled, his
confrontational attitude not phasing Martin.

"Respect, Max? Seriously? You're hardly well-known for being a perfect
gentleman. Sonia told me all about you and what went on with Stacey. She
was your son's wife! She was what, eighteen, nineteen? Younger than Abi is
now, right?" Martin retaliated, his outburst infuriating Max.

Max stood in judgement of Martin for a few seconds, clearly not having
factored Martin's potential retaliation into his plan. With no choice but
to move forward, Max grabbed hold of Martin's t-shirt as he shoved him
across the office and into the wall of the portakabin, shoving his tongue
inside of Martin's mouth as the pair collided with the wall. Martin pushed
Max off, confused by Max's sudden action.

"Max? What the fuck?" Martin said, stunned.

"Go with it! Let me fuck you, then I let you fuck Stacey. It's a win-win
situation." Max smiled, giving Martin no chance to respond as he leant in
for another kiss.

Despite the unusual feeling of another man's stubble against his skin,
Martin was less resistant as Max's tongue found itself in his mouth for a
second time, relaxing against the wall as his tongue collided with
Max's. Martin's arms were raised in the air slightly, his inexperience in
this field showing as Max allowed his own hands to explore Martin's body,
settling with placing his hands on Martin's arse, which was much more
muscular than Max had anticipated.

"Put your hands on me, Martin." Max whispered, his voice showing signs of
sheer pleasure.

Needing little more encouragement, Martin placed his hands on Max's arse
and was equally as surprised as he felt Max's tight backside for the first
time, the fabric of Max's suit straining against it as the outline of his
briefs could be clearly felt through the material. Martin was surprised to
feel his erection straining against his jeans, rubbing against Max's as
their dicks stood in perfect alignment.

Max had also noticed Martin's hard-on and placed a hand on it, keeping his
other hand firmly on Martin's arse as he patted it slightly, the sensation
almost causing Martin to cum immediately as Max cupped his bulge with his
hand. They continued this for a few moments, finding a rhythm as Max used
his index finger to trace the length of Martin's dick as Martin continued
to use his hands to squeeze Max's arse. Then, almost as if he was trying to
get Max back for his earlier actions, Martin used both hands to smack
against Max's arses, squeezing it tightly as Max let out a moan, clearly
enjoying Martin's new found appreciation of the male body.

"Think it's about time you lost some of them clothes." Max smiled, breaking
away from the kiss as he watched Martin pull his t-shirt over his head,
revealing a toned body not too dissimilar of those Max had seen whilst
watching the Olympic swimming a few years ago. Martin's body was tight,
defined abs leading down to a carefully constructed `treasure trail' of
light brown hair, which ran from underneath Martin's bellybutton below the
waistband of his jeans.

Martin went to undo the buckle of his belt but Max stopped him, pulling his
hand away as he leant in for another kiss. Max pulled away from Martin's
mouth, instead moving his mouth into the side of Martin's neck, following
the man's body as he traced a path from Martin's neck down onto his
pecs. Stimulating Martin's nipple with his tongue, Max bit down lightly,
not enough to induce pain, but enough to elicit a moan from Martin as Max
continued, working his way down as he kissed Martin's abs, worshipping
them. Max lowered himself to the floor, kneeling so that at he was about
eye-level with Martin's bulge, which strained through the fabric of his
jeans.

Max just smiled as he unbuckled Martin's belt, throwing it to the floor as
he set about unzipping Martin's jeans, pulling them down just below
Martin's thighs. A shirtless Martin stood above Max, his bulge framed
perfectly by his white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. Max stroked Martin's
bulge through his underwear, looking up at the younger man who leant his
head back in anticipation, somehow knowing that Max would more than
certainly deliver the goods when it came to sucking another man's dick.

Max pulled Martin's underwear down, the release it provided Martin's
rock-hard dick evident as his eight-inched cock sprung into action, almost
hitting Max in the eye as it did so. Nevertheless, Max barely hesitated as
he opened his mouth and took the first few inches of Martin's meat with
ease, sliding his head up and down the first half of Martin's shaft in an
irregular motion, the moans from the younger man clearly audible to anyone
who came within ten-yards of the portakabin. Not that max minded, he'd long
since learnt that the phrase `sex sells' didn't apply purely to music, it
turns out, it was pretty handy for selling cars as well!

Max had managed three-quarters of Martin's cock with little difficulty,
using these six inches to the best of his ability as he found himself
finding a perfectly tuned rhythm, using his tongue to heighten Martin's
pleasure as the younger man placed his hands on Max's head, encouraging him
to do the unthinkable and take all eight inches of his meat in his
throat. Max needed little more encouragement as he pushed himself down,
nuzzling his nose against Martin's pubes as he took the remaining two
inches in his mouth. Martin held him there for a few seconds, Max's eyes
watering slightly as he swallowed Martin's cock.

Martin released Max's head, prompting Max to make his way back up the lad's
shaft as he withdrew his mouth from his cock, strings of saliva attaching
his mouth to Martin's dick even after Max had taken his mouth from it. Max
spent a few moments wanking Martin's cock with his hand, his strong arms
making the other man's knees weak as he struggled to adapt to the ongoing
situation, the levels of pleasure that he currently felt far beyond what
Martin had ever dreamt possible.

"Now mate, you're gonna regret making me deepthroat your cock. `Cause now
you're gonna do the same to mine." Max smiled, clearly taking advantage of
the younger lad's naivety.

Max continued to grin as he made his way over to the car lot desk, sweeping
all of the paperwork onto the floor to create a clear surface for himself
and Martin.

"How about you take the rest of them clothes off, mate?" Max smiled,
desperate to get the younger lad naked despite remaining fully clothed
himself.

Martin shrugged awkwardly, discarding his jeans, underwear and socks as he
walked over to the desk, fully-erect and his arse wiggling as he did
so. With encouragement from Max, Martin laid on his back on the desk, his
legs dangling off of it due to his sheer size. Max made his way round to
one side of the desk, unbuttoning his suit trousers as he let his ten-inch
dick fall out of his trousers, settling in perfect alignment with Martin's
mouth.

"Open your mouth." Max instructed, leading Martin to open his mouth
slightly as the tip of Max's cock entered it.

"Relax your jaw a bit more!" Max smiled, silently impressed that he'd be
the first cock to enter Martin's delicious mouth.

Martin did as Max told him, opening his mouth wider as he allowed himself
to relax. Closing his lips around the first few inches of Max's meat,
Martin thought about how Max had sucked his own cock minutes earlier,
trying to replicate his technique as a further four inches of Max's dick
entered his mouth.

Martin had never sucked another man's cock before, so, for a beginner, he
was impressing himself as he managed to take seven inches of Max's dick,
saliva falling from his mouth as he did so. Tilting his head back and forth
as he made moved his tongue around Max's cock, he was well-aware that Max
would expect him to follow through on his demand that Martin deepthroat his
dick. Taking a deep breath, Martin used all of his strength as he forced
his head into Max's ginger pubes – his eyes watering as he took the
remaining three inches of Max's cock in his mouth like a pro, aware that
the saliva that coated Max's cock would soon be used as lube by the older
man as Martin prepared to lose his arse virginity.

Max pulled his dick from Martin's mouth, highly impressed by just how well
the younger lad had fared. Few people were able to swallow Max's dick whole
and no one apart from Martin had one so on their first attempt. However,
Max didn't want to praise Martin outwardly: not until he'd robbed the
younger man of his arse virginity, anyway!

"Legs up," a fully clothed Max demanded. "Show me that arsehole."

Martin was compliant, lifting his legs to reveal his hole. His arse was
hairy, his hole almost disguised by a light mass of brown hair. He'd never
so much as inserted his own finger inside there, so Martin was a little bit
dubious as to how his tight cunt would recover once it'd been annihilated
by Max's cock.

Max pulled Martin forwards by his legs so that he lay at the edge of the
table, his hole lined up with Max's cock as he pulled his trousers down
slightly, exposing his lightly haired thighs as he did so.

"Max, I've never done this before –" Martin started, only to be
interrupted as Max shoved his cock into Martin's hole without
warning. Martin's arse tightened as Max thrust himself inside him, every
inch sending a shiver down Martin's spine as sweat poured from his head.

"Ah, fuck! Fuck! This is so fucking – ah – good!" Martin moaned as he
took his cock in his hand, jerking it as Max continued to pound into his
hole.

"Shit you're tight!" Max moaned, not that he minded as the heat of Martin's
cunt surrounded his cock as he pushed himself deeper with every thrust.

Fucking Martin raw, Max undid his shirt as he pounded the lad's hole,
loosening his tie slightly as his body poured with sweat. Martin moaned
with pleasure as he saw Max's body for the first time, his torso exposed by
his now unbuttoned shirt.

"Fuck me Max – ah, yeah! Fuck me!" Martin screamed as he continued to
work his own cock with his hand, edging closer to orgasm as his prostate
was stimulated by Max's cock.

"Ahhh, Martin! Looks, uh, like your cock is enjoying another man, ahh,
fucking your hole." Max teased, his own orgasm nearing as he pounded
Martin's hole faster.

"It's fucking brilliant." Martin smiled, tilting his head back as Max
increased the pace of his fucking.

"What would, uhh, your mates say if, ahh, they saw you like this? Think
Kush would enjoy, ahh, watching this?"

"He could, ahh, fuck me too if he wanted! This is the, uhh, best fuck I've
ever had!" Martin moaned honestly, the sensation of being fucked by another
man far surpassing the orgasms he's had whilst fucking a woman.

"Shit Martin, I'm gonna cum!" Max moaned, shooting seven streams of warm
cum into Martin's arse as he did so.

Max leant down for a kiss, silently satisfied that he'd just dumped his
load into Martin's tight hole without giving Martin the pleasure of blowing
his own load. Martin, however, was able to control himself – knowing
full well that Max would be soon fucking him again, after all, it was
unlikely he'd be that impressed with himself seeing as Max had only just
failed to fuck the cum out of him.

With the pair kissing on the desk, neither of them were aware that their
tryst had been witnessed by Jay Brown, who'd come to the car lot to
investigate after Max had failed to open up at the garage...