Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 21:48:39 -0500
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Celebrity Coronation Meat chapter 10

Coronation Street belongs to Granada and ITV. I don't own any of these
characters or any of the actors. This is just fiction. Don't read this if
you are offended by any of the ideas and don't read this if you are not 18
or older.

It's been several years since I updated this story. I'm not sure if there's
still any interest but I wanted to try to move on and include a few of the
show's more recent hunks. I am going to try to wrap up the old stories
quickly in these chapters. If you have any suggestions or ideas, feel free
to let me know.

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Gary took a long drag off his fag as he watched the world go by outside the
bedroom window of Chez Windass.

"Garyluv, it's a good idea!"

Gary grimaced and tried to his ignore his mother's high-pitched wailing.

"Are you listening, Gary? That's what the doctor is for, to...doctor!
Dr. Carter's really nice and sweet."

Gary put out his cigarette on the glass, barely noticing the stain.

"I'll call him if I need a cuddle."

Gary ignored Anna's sigh as she left the room. He'd had a tough time this
last year. No one could understand. He'd been in the middle of a hellish
war and had seen his best mate Quinny cut down. Quinny had been more than a
mate. On those cold nights they'd laid together, groping, wanking each
other, sneaking the occasional kiss, torn between not wanting anyone to
know and not giving a shit if they did know. Gary didn't believe in 'love'
but if he ever loved anybody, it was Quinny.

Gary looked down at the old rotting boat currently being frowned at by that
buzzard Gail whothefuckknowsherlastname. It had been in storage but now
Gail was selling it to help cover the money she lost when she got
sacked. He grinned, in spite of himself, at the memory of ole Joe McIntire
working on that thing day and night. A few times Gary had "helped" him
repair the boat, shoving his hand down the front - and sometimes back - of
Joe's loose track bottoms, teasing him until he'd had a white cream in his
pants to match the color of the old tub. That seemed like a lifetime
ago. He and Joe had been up and down and around but then when Joe started
getting blackmailed Joe had started to back off. Turned out some debt
collector had taken the snaps, anything to get money out of Joe. He was
tall, dark, fit as...Gary always wondered if he'd given Joe a good pounding
for payment. But Joe had never been a smart man, and had ultimately gone on
an insurance scam that had cost him his life.

He saw David giving the boat a kick. David had always hated Joe...even more
after Joe got to his tight arse. Sweet ass on him, Gary smirked. Since his
return to Weatherfield, Gary hadn't gone for another tumble with David, and
David hadn't offered, but he was tempted. He knew David was too. Maybe if
he ever stopped feeling like he was in a fog and wanting to punch the whole
world, he'd grope David the way he did in their old days with Peter. Poor
Peter, crippled and miserable...

Not much to be happy about in Weatherfield. Gary wondered why he'd even
come back.

Gary's gloom was interrupted by his bedroom door opening and Anna, forced
cheer in her step, striding in. Gary shook his head.

"Mum, I coulda been naked."

"Oh don't be silly!" Anna chirped, nervously looking at their guest. "Our
Gary likes to tease."

Their guest was Dr. Matt Carter, the GP Anna had urged him to go see. Gary
was too down to notice him when they crossed paths in the Rovers, but in
his bedroom, he could appreciate the stunning beauty of the man. A perfect
body, cutting a fine figure in his tailored black suit, short dark hair
freshly washed, a handsome, endearing face, with a permanent expression of
slight confusion, and a sexy pout.

"I only tease when I'm asked," Gary smirked. It was the closest thing he'd
had to a smile in ages.

Carter picked up on the flirtation even if Anna was oblivious. He smirked
back. Gary was wearing a white vest a size too small, with a copper
treasure trail peeking through tight cotton. His grey track bottoms left
nothing to the imagination.

"I think I'd like to examine Gary personally...I-I mean privately," Carter
stammered.

"Oh, of course. I'll just be making the tea. If he's any trouble just let
me know!" Anna hurried, relieved her son was finally accepting some help.

Once Anna was gone, and Gary checked to make sure she wasn't listening at
the door, he peeled off his shirt, slowly, knowing Carter was drooling over
his toned abs and pectorals.

Carter, licking his lips, tried to focus.

"Gary, I genuinely do want to help you."

The good doc was so earnest Gary felt a little sick. Gary closed the
blinds, a sudden sound in a room of silence, and began circling poor
well-meaning Dr. Carter, running his hand over his bare midsection,
fingertips teasing the waistband of his well-worn trackies.

"Want me to tell you where it hurts, doc?" Gary laughed. Such a husky, sexy
laugh.

Before Carter could answer, Gary put Carter's soft, long fingers up to his
obscenely bulging crotch.

"I-I don't think this is a good idea," Carter managed to get out.

Gary wished he had the stethoscope around his neck, to pull him in for a
kiss. Instead he just roughly grabbed the back of Carter's neck. He saw the
fear, and desire, in Carter's beautiful brown eyes.

As he did, he was suddenly, painfully reminded of Quinny the first time
they'd kissed, the first time Quinny had left him.

"Is everything alright?" Carter asked, more disappointed than he cared to
admit that Gary had stopped.

"Just...just get out," Gary whispered. He wasn't in the mood for games
anymore.

He turned to the draped window, waiting for the door to open and then
close.

Instead he felt that soft hand on his bare shoulder, slowly turning him
around.

Dr. Carter, still oh so sincere, and angelic, put his finger under Gary's
chin. He knew what would help Gary heal.

Tentatively, Gary kissed him, Carter's full lips pressed against his as
Gary's tongue brushed across them. Their kiss grew more passionate, as so
many of Gary's pent-up emotions were released.

 In time with those movements he slipped Carter's suit jacket off his
shoulders. Their tongues met as Gary's fingers instinctively made quick
work of Carter's light blue dress shirt. He wasn't wearing anything
underneath and his brown nipples hardened in the cool room, Carter lightly
moaning into Gary's warm mouth as Gary tweaked the left with his jagged
thumbnail.

Gary stepped back, catching his breath, and pulled his vest over his
head. He kicked off his slippers and was about to do the same with his
bottoms when Carter's hands encircled his waist.

"Let me do that," Carter breathed into Gary's long neck.

Slowly, the garment was lowered, another inch of Gary's hard, leaking cock
exposed to Carter's knowing glance. Gary felt strangely intimidated and yet
perfectly at peace when he was finally fully exposed to the doctor, when
his engorged penis was firmly wrapped in that clinical hand.

Carter sank to his knees, his expensive trousers scuffed on the hardwood
floor. "I haven't done this since I moved here," he half-warned,
half-marveled, as he moved back Gary's foreskin, as his tongue nervously
flicked over Gary's exposed glans.

Gary looked down, almost as if he wasn't even in the room, wasn't even the
one being sucked off, barely feeling the soft hair he gripped in his hands
as he carefully guided Carter's throat down more and more of his
erection. Carter cupped Gary's buttocks, still muscular from army
training. He was fantastic, only a few sounds of gagging and Gary barely
noticed those. He barely noticed anything.

"Fuck me," Gary pleaded, barely hearing himself.

Carter didn't respond, so Gary pulled him away from the cock he craved.

"I want to feel something," Gary said. "I need you to fuck me."

Carter looked over at the door, and was clearly about to object. Gary had
enough, and with a display of brute strength, tore open Carter's zip,
pulling out his rock hard, slick 8 inches.

"If you're here to help me, then bloody well do it!"

Gary threw himself down on the bed, face against the pillow. He closed his
eyes, expecting to hear Carter leave...instead, he felt a cool, slippery
finger, then a second for company, stretching his tight cheeks. He'd been
hoping for a tongue...guess that was for the second date."

After three very thorough fingers, Carter climbed onto the bed, still
wearing most of his clothes, or the remnants of them. Gary spread his
cheeks open, teeth biting the fabric, waiting.

He was surprised when Carter gently turned him around, staring at him, with
such professional concern and abject lust. That shattered, slightly, when
Carter first began to enter him, that thick cock tunneling home. When he
was finally there, he shuddered, and Gary's eyes began to well up.

They began to kiss again, softly, and then more and more forcefully, as
Carter began thrusting into him, smooth chest sweaty and sticking to his
open shirt, trousers and boxers around his ankles. Gary grabbed at the
doc's sculpted bum, groping and pushing him in further as they forgot
anyone else was in the house. The bedsprings creaked in time with each deep
pulsation.

Gary tried to stroke himself, but Carter held both of his hands over his
head. Carter's flat stomach was glued to Gary's hard cock, and the friction
was more than enough to send Gary over. Gary opened his mouth, but no
sounds accompanied the large load splattered between himself and his
lover. Carter was much more animated, grunting and allowing himself one
very sharp cry of pleasure as he filled Gary with his seed.

Gary still wasn't completely sure what had gone on as he felt Carter
tenderly pulling out of him. All he knew was that he'd wanted to feel alive
again, enjoy something, not be disconnected. And for a few moments, he had.

He lit up another fag as he watched Carter get dressed. He cringed slightly
as he saw the torn shreds of Carter's fly.

"Sorry 'bout that," he muttered.

"No problem," Carter quickly responded. "I'll just say I...caught them on
something."

Both men stared at each other for a moment, awkwardly, before Carter
finished dressing.

"Listen, doc, I..."

Making a face at the smoke he had to inhale, Carter quickly pulled the
cigarette from Gary's hand and put it out.

"What, are they gonna kill me?" Gary glared.

Carter impulsively quieted Gary with a kiss.

"I want you to come see me on Monday to talk about smoking."

Gary saw a brief spark in Carter's otherwise stern expression which
suggested more, but didn't press it.

"Yeah. Maybe."

Carter allowed himself a sheepish grin before he hurried out of the
bedroom.

Gary put on a towel and, before going for a shower, played with another
smoke, rolling it around his fingers. He fell a hell of a lot more
satisfied. Maybe not better, but at least he felt something.

He barely noticed his mother walking in.

"So how'd it go? I had to go to Dev's for tea - got those biscuits you like
so much. Guess he gave you a real looking over! I hope he helped. You
haven't been the same lately, Garyluv...I hope you know how much we love
you. And if you need to talk, son, please just..."

She trailed off.

Before she left the room, Gary smiled at her. A genuine smile.

He allowed himself to tell her, "Thanks."