Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2008 22:56:31 -0400
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay celebrity Coronation Meat

Coronation Street is the property of Granada and ITV. This is just a story
and has no bearing on the lives of the actors who play the characters.

If you have any comments or suggestions for future chapters, please e-mail
me.

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Liam Connor had had more than he could take of that bitch Carla. Not only
was she his sister-in-law, but she'd carried a torch for him that burned
brighter than the Olympics themselves. Then when he'd finally given in to
her schemes, just once or twice, he decided to go back to his wife. Carla
then declared war on him and was pressuring him to sell his share in their
knicker factory.

Fortunately, the wicked witch had gone on a business trip for a few
days. Liam was left alone to run the factory. Not technically
alone. Carla's fiancee Tony Gordon had stayed behind to do her bidding.

Both men had dark features, moody brown eyes, Tony with wavy, close-cropped
black hair to offset Liam's slightly shaggier brown 'do. Liam had a lanky
body, while Tony preferred a bulkier form. Liam's jovial grin masked pure
fire, while Tony's smug sneer masked a barely contained inferiority
complex. Tony's recent bike accident had only ratcheted his insecurities up
further.

They'd stopped into the Rovers for a few drinks.

"Lucky sod, ya got a week away from both your old ladies'" barman Steve
smirked at Liam. "Maybe Carla and Maria've run off together?

His girlfriend (and Liam's sister) Michelle thumped Steve's nearest
shoulder.

"Leave your fantasies out of this!"

Steve smirked at her.

"You're the star of all my fantasies, dearest."

Just as they finished bantering, Liam noticed that a tipsy Tony was leaning
much too hard on one brace.

"Oi!" Liam cried as he ran over in time to catch Tony before he fell.

Tony and Liam briefly locked eyes, the intensity in those brown pools
startling both men. Tony felt so heavy in Liam's arms, but the embrace also
seemed strangely natural.

"Let me pay for that..." Tony slurred in his drunken Scottish brogue.

Michelle waved him off, advising Liam to take Tony home. When a dazed Liam
didn't hear her, she threw a bar rag in his face.

"Huh? Alright...let's go, Gordon."

As they were both more than a little drunk, Liam opted against making the
drive to Tony and Carla's penthouse flat. Instead he walked down the street
to his temporarily empty home. Tony's alcohol-laden breath was heavy on
Liam's neck as he helped Tony hobble towards the building.

"Just let me get my keys," Liam paused.

"I can help," Tony offered, abruptly shoving a hand down one of Liam's
jeans pockets. Liam hissed as Tony's hand very awkwardly fumbled around the
tight compartment, making far too much contact with Liam's cock. Of all the
days to skip underwear. Liam bit back a moan when Tony squeezed the fat
cockhead in his grasp.

"Didn't find the keys..found somethin' though..." Tony giggled.

Liam managed to get the door open and helped get Tony upstairs.

"You can have my bed."

Tony laughed as he threw his braces across the room with a great crash.

"Need somebody to snuggle with, do you?"

He fell forwards into Liam's arms. Their breath caught at the same time.

"I-I can see why Carla loves you so much," Tony suddenly said.

The pain in those words simultaneously broke Liam's heart and made him
press his lips to Tony's sexy mouth.

Tony opened his mouth, allowing entrance for Liam's hungry tongue. Their
stubble set off sparks as Tony's large hands explored Liam's chest and
arms. Liam quickly lifted his sweater and white t-shirt over his head. As
Tony began kissing Liam's chest, the dark, thin furrows of hair brushing
against his cheek, Liam ripped open Tony's white dress shirt. Both men
shuddered, Liam at the feel of the stubble scraping his nipples, Tony at
the rough sensation of Liam pinching his nipples and running his short
nails down Tony's toned, smooth pecs and six-pack.

Their pants tangled around their ankles as they fell onto the bed. The blue
jeans and tight grey slacks were quickly shoved to the floor along with
their shoes.

"Can't shag a guy who's wearing socks," Tony laughed as he yanked off
Liam's brown socks.

Liam moaned as Tony began sucking his toes, running his tongue in the
grooves between each of the five digits. Liam used his free foot to knead
Tony's heavy ball sac and milk his thick, seven and a half inches. The
dirty cheshire cat grin on Tony's face as he relished swallowing Liam to
the root made Liam wonderjust how many other blokes Tony had shagged.

Judging by the way Tony deep-throated Liam's slender eight inches, the
answer may have been quite a few. Tony gagged briefly on the curve which
caused Liam's conquests a momentary pause, but soon got the hang of it.

Liam was content to stroke his chest, occasionally pet Tony's hair, and
enjoy the expertise, but Tony soon turned his body to a 69 position.

Liam felt the large nuts dangling over his eyes, savoring the undiluted
smell of man as he tentatively let his tongue slide inside Tony's
foreskin. He pulled the protective covering back, tasting a tangy drop of
pre-cum on his lips.

He ran long, sloppy licks up Tony's fat cock, from crown to testicles. The
vein at the base of Tony's girth pulsated with the same intensity Tony so
often exhibited.

Tony groaned around Liam's manhood as Liam took the first few inches into
his mouth. Liam did an adequate job, but Tony wanted something more. He
repositioned himself to allow his muscular globes to straddle Liam's face.

Liam instinctively spread those diamond-hard cheeks and flicked at the
pucker currently teasing his blurry vision. As he added a finger to his
tongue work, Tony whimpered around Liam's cock.

The friction just made Liam edge even closer to his orgasm. Sensing Liam's
urgency, Tony added a few of his own fingers to Liam's ministrations.

Finally, he rolled onto his stomach, his firm backside jutting into the
air.

"Fuck me," he barked.

Liam didn't have to be told twice. He got on his knees, lining his
painfully hard cock up to Tony's hole. Most women never dreamt of letting
him fuck up the arse. The few times he'd managed to convince them, the
tightness had been so overwhelming that Liam had barely gotten in before he
was done.

Tony wasn't quite as tight. He was just the right balance between sloppy
and spinstery.

"I think I know what you were up to in China," Liam smirked, smacking
Tony's arse as he began to slip more and more of himself inside Tony's
hole.

Tony didn't bother to disagree. He pushed himself back further onto Liam's
flesh weapon. Liam clenched his teeth at the abrupt shift in power. Tony
was fucking himself. Liam decided to give him a good plowing, just to
remind him who was in charge. His thrusts grew sharp and fast, violent
stabs that Tony was more than a match for.

Liam had always had to be so careful and so delicate and sweet, especially
with Maria. Even with Carla, he'd held back. Tony was like him -- totally
and completely a man. He could take anything Liam had to give, and quite a
bit more.

Liam grabbed a tuft of Tony's dark hair and yanked his back, smashing their
mouths together as one hand steadied itself on Tony's hip and the other
rapidly fisted Tony's thick, stammering cock.

"Fuck me, you bastard..."

"Even Carla was tighter than you," Liam rasped in Tony's ear, relishing in
Tony's wolflike cries of agony at those words. He sank his teeth into
Tony's neck, leaving scars for his rival and lover to explain away for the
foreseeable future.

All too soon, he felt Tony's cock stutter and sputter, spraying into his
hand as he came a river of seed. His anal ring clenched around Liam's
invading shaft. The pressures were too much for Liam. As he wiped Tony's
cum into that broad, hairless chest, he shot a huge load into Tony's
manhole.

He collapsed on top of Tony, too exhausted to pull out. Tony was too tired
to bother to ask.

00

The next morning, the sounds of a Girls Aloud ring tone woke Liam up. It
was Maria, nattering on about something her brother had done. Liam was too
busy staring at Tony's naked, cum-covered body to pay attention. Fuck, did
Tony look gorgeous splayed out on Liam's bed. Liam wanted to take a bite
out of that arse.

"See ya soon," Liam said as Maria finally finished talking to herself.

Swallowing hard, he smacked Tony's ass hard.

"Time to get up."

Tony rolled over, exposing his morning wood.

"Guess you've already taken care of that," Liam noted sarcastically.

Tony held his head, the sharp stabs of pain distracting him from just
exactly where he was.

He sat bolt upright when the memories started to flood in.

"Oh God...we...and I...no, no way in hell did I..."

He looked down at the dry streaks of cum marking his chest and midsection.

Before Liam could respond, Tony's eyes darkened and his face turned into a
mask.

"This never happened, Liam."

Liam didn't bother to respond.

"Did you hear me? Never."

Liam rolled his eyes.

"Not exactly something I'm gonna tell my buddies durin' a darts match, is
it?"

He stroked his cock absentmindedly. The sight of the masturbation made
Tony's cock involuntarily jump.

"Looks like you're ready for more."

Tony turned bright red.

"I need to get back to my place before work."

He stood up from the bed. Unfortunately, he got to his feet a bit too
quickly, and his leg injury plus the uncomfortable positions he'd twisted
himself into the night before kicked in.

Liam caught him in time.

"I think we've been here before," Liam grinned.

"Oh fuck it," Tony responded, shoving his tongue down Liam's throat.

Needless to say, the factory opened up late that morning.