Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 02:22:23 +0200
From: Robert Rickman <BrSpPrn@gmx.com>
Subject: Gay Celebrity Emmerdale Sex 1

Emmerdale is property of ITV and I claim no rights to this show, nor does
my writing mean anything about the actors who play the characters.

Don't read the story if you aren't over 18.

Remember it's not real life so don't take any actions in the story as being
real life. The story has some themes like incest talk and rough sex. Again
not real life guidelines.

I'd love to hear your thoughts or suggestions on what you want to see in
future chapters.

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They say if heroes live long enough, they become villains, but Cain Dingle
was the exception to the rule.

It was amazing what a good haircut and a happy marriage to a widow farmer
had done to help his reputation. He'd gone from having people spit at him
to having them beg for his help. And usually he'd oblige...if they were
Dingles, anyway.

Of course he wasn't completely reformed - he was a Dingle and proud of it -
but he usually kept it in his pants. He had a sexy wife, so he didn't need
to play around (and the one kiss he'd shared with some posh totty had
nearly made Moira put his balls in a blender), but he still had urges...
especially for men. He'd tried to push them down, but all his recent brawls
and punchouts with prime muscle studs like Ross Barton and simpering pretty
dream princes like Robert Sugden had revived all his needs, brought back
the memories of when he fucked that simpleton Andy Sugden on the farm sofa
(how was he to know Andy was with his daughter Debbie around the same
time...) or longdicked that pouty rich punk Nathan Wylde in the toilets of
their local pub.

So when he learned that his sweet (yeah she killed someone but that was a
rite of passage in Emmerdale) kid sister Belle was about to go on a date
with local prat Kirin Kotecha, he spilled over. In more ways than one.

Kirin was a spoilt brat, living off incompetent lawyer Daddy Rakesh's
money. He'd run Moira over last year and Cain had given him a proper
battering. Then he'd pulled Cain out of a river and this was supposed to
make them even, but no one was ever even with Cain unless he said so.

Truth was Kirin was gorgeous - smooth light skin mixed with dark hair and
eyes and a lush mouth - and Cain had wanked it to hatefucking him more than
a few times.

Today he had his reason.

Kirin was sprucing up, given free reign of the cottage by Rakesh and his
girlfriend Priya. Wearing his best blue suit, white shirt, snazzy red
tie. It was just tight enough to show his bulging crotch...and Cain was
sure he was freeballing, as he usually did. Perv. (Cain had freeballed for
years but now he was a respectable fellow)

He was on Kirin as soon as he got in, pressing the cool phone to his hot
cheek.

"Call our Belle."

Kirin's eyes went wide.

"I'm about to see -"

Cain ran the edge of the phone over his jutting lower lip, knowing he'd be
slipping it between his teeth soon.

"Cancel. You gotta study. Or you got a me-graine. Or aliens beamed you up.
Don't give a toss. Make the call."

Kirin fumed.

"No way, man. I think you'd better..."

He always talked like he was stopped up - snotty brat. Cain yanked him
forward by the tie, hissing in his ear, biting it not so gently, loving the
way it made Kirin shudder.

"Now."

Kirin was about to object again until he saw that Cain meant business. His
thick fingers fumbled over the phone.

"Belle?"

"Good lad," Cain mouthed before he moved away to start closing the drapes
and locking the doors.

"R-Right, wasn't ever REALLY a date," Kirin stammered, nervously watching
as Cain took off his jacket and tapped his
watch. "Talk...sometime. Bye. Bye."

"Muppet," Cain muttered, pulling Kirin by the belt straps.

"You can go now," Kirin offered, weak.

"Don't think so, boy wonder."

He ran his hand down Kirin's porcelain-smooth skin, smiling as he saw Kirin
was already beginning to like the touch.

He had no way of knowing, but Kirin had been jerking his own impressively
thick dick to the memory of Cain's hot breath and hands on him, yanking his
jacket lapels...even punching him.

The lump in his trousers gave him away now, so big and ready in Cain's
experienced hand.

"Ah. Almost as much of a slut as your dad, eh?"

"D-Dad?" Kirin yelped, mouth open just in time for Cain to invade with his
tongue.

Rakesh was one hot daddy - fit and plump at the same time, with an arse
Cain could feast on for days - but he'd never touched him...yet. He mostly
just lied to cause paranoia between father and son, or maybe to set up
making a reality of his fantasy of fucking Kirn's succulent mouth while
Rakesh pounded his Dingle-stretched hole.

He shoved Kirin back on the sofa, pleased when Kirin grabbed the hem of his
coat to make sure they fell together. Kirin didn't even hesitate, grabbing
the back of his head for a heavy kiss.

Cain pinned his arms back, smirked at that beautiful tan pressed tight
against the pure white shirt...until he tore it open, running his callused
hands over the unblemished flesh, making short work of Kirin's juicy
nipples with his fingers.

"Oh...OH..." Kirin groaned, head thrown back, mouth wide open like the
whore Cain was going to help him become.

He made quick work of Kirin's suit trousers, busting the zipper with a few
strong pulls and yanking them down at the same time as he pulled off his
shiny dress shoes.

"Nice feet," he remarked when the socks soon followed, taking one of
Kirin's perfect set of toes into his mouth while he put the other over his
aching jeans bulge.

Kirin moaned at the warm, dedicated tongue against and in-between his toes,
and obediently lowered Cain's zip with his other foot, fishing Cain's horse
cock out of his boxers.

"Oh good boy," Cain slurped. "Sure ya haven't done this before?"

Kirin actually had - his perfect face and body, natural charisma, father's
money, and casual attitude toward sex with anyone had pretty much left him
as a magnet for fucking and sucking of all varieties - but he knew that
wasn't what Cain wanted to hear.

"I know you can still teach me," he grinned as he slid his big toenail over
Cain's long, retracting foreskin.

"You bet I can, smartarse," Cain taunted, flipping him over to give his
bottom a good, hard smack before tearing the trouser area around Kirin's
backside open with his bare hands.

"No pants...fuckin' slut."

Kirin smirked against the edge of the sofa as Cain spread his cheeks wide,
licked his hairy crack up and down before diving in for a lengthy rimjob
that made Kirin delirious.

"Just like that Cain...oh yeah suck my pink hole...oh fuck yeah daddy..."

He was soon silenced by his expensive leather belt being shoved into his
mouth like a bit.

"Stop mithering. And bite down because this is gonna hurt."

Kirin rolled his eyes at the ego, but he was soon lost in a cruel and
delicious world of pain and pleasure as Cain started filling him up. It
seemed like he'd never stop.

"Bitch boy...always known what you needed...somebody t'break you in...grow
you up..."

He slowly pulled out again, leaving Kirin empty. Kirin whimpered at the
cool hollowness, Cain evilly grinning as he waited a few moments.

"Please Cain. Don't stop..."

Cain flipped him over.

"What I was waiting for."

"Oh you fucking bastard!" Kirin wheezed and laughed, head back again as
Cain held his arms over his head again with one hand, the other being used
to line up with Kirin's gaping hole. In the meantime Cain's jeans were off,
leaving Kirin to shudder at the muscularly lean thighs bound in sweat
against his own toned caramel calves.

"Love your fat cock...so much darker than the rest of ya...but it's gonna
go untouched...izzat alright?"

Kirin bit his lip, reluctantly nodding. He wanted nothing more than to jerk
himself off while Cain plowed into him, but he knew Cain was testing
him. He didn't want to fail.

"Good boy," Cain smiled, sweetly but firmly, tugging on Kirin's heavy
low-hangers.

"Fucking beautiful piece...almost as good as your dad's...almost."

Kirin screwed his eyes shut at the words, because he didn't want to think
about his father's cock - he'd already thought about it a few times when he
went around sweaty and in track bottoms. It was so thick...

He let himself get distracted again by Cain rooting in and out of him, a
steady pace slowly getting faster, the leather sofa sticking to their
soaked bodies.

Cain raised his hips and began proper fucking, biting at his ankles to make
him snort and gasp.

<br/> "'Member what I said," Cain warned, even as Kirin's heavy dick
throbbed and spurted steady pre-cum down his chest and belly.

"I hate ya," Kirin shouted, but he did as told.

Cain rewarded him with another sharp poke, wearing his prostate down with
the steady contact. Kirin was starting to go on some other plane, where he
was nothing but his prostate, begging for more, begging to stop...he could
close his eyes and see Cain's massiveness in his tight hole, making it his
own, for always.

He let out a quiet sob when Cain began to pull out, with Cain calmly
rubbing his stomach and dark treasure trail.

"I got something nice for ya to wear," he teased, leaving Kirin empty
again, lower half sprawled out limp (except for his shaft, still beet red
in rage at being ignored).

Cain slapped Kirin's cheeks with his massive member before starting the
path down his throat.

Kirin was too tired to take it all in, but he'd sucked a lot of cock - even
bigger than this, but he knew Cain's ego wouldn't want to hear it - and he
managed to get a little over half before he started to gag.

"Good boy," Cain whispered, looking down on him like an angel through
watery eyes, caressing his hair.

"Why don't ya cum for me now...let that big dick go...wanna see ya spurt
all over yourself and the couch your daddy paid for...he'll make ya pay
again when he bends ya over and eats out the juices I left behind..."

Kirin groaned around the meat in his mouth, biting down just enough to set
Cain off, filling his throat at the same time as he lost his own load. The
combination of cumming and being fed cum, plus the lack of oxygen, nearly
made him black out. All he could feel and taste and see was cum - white and
off-white, on his thighs and belly and chest, in his hair and eyes when
Cain pulled out to blast him.

He just sat there for a while, vaguely feeling Cain kissing his forehead
and lips and bringing him down.

He wanted more, reaching out for Cain's hand as Cain went to get dressed.

"Sorry, kid, gotta go," Cain shrugged.

"C-Can we...can we do this again?"

It had taken any last shred of pride for Kirin to ask. What he didn't know
was that Cain had enjoyed it - enjoyed it a little too much for just sex -
and was scared to repeat the experience.

"Don't think so. Thanks for the fuck."

Kirin fumed as the door closed, leaving him naked and still half-aroused.

He leaned back on the sofa, wrapping his hand around his shaft as he
thought of just how he could get Cain's attention again.

()()()()()()()()

Robert was about to go to Europe on business. At this point he didn't care
if he ever came back. He'd miss his family, but he knew they certainly
wouldn't miss him. His wife hated him enough to cause a major catastrophe.
And Aaron...he'd been stupid enough to fall in love with his volatile
chubby little bear cub of a side piece, but Aaron only looked at him with
hatred now.

He gathered the last of his things from his room at the B&B, just about
ready to go, when someone knocked on the door.

When he opened it he was for a surprise.

"What do YOU want?"