Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 23:59:36 -0400
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hollyoaks chapter 10

See previous chapters for disclaimers. I meant to update this months ago,
but real life got in the way, along with one of the chapters I meant to
sent in getting erased. I've pieced it together, and if people are
interested, I hope to continue the story past what I've already written.

99

Pete sat Dom down in a hardbacked chair and began massaging his shoulders.

"You're so tense," Pete whispered in Dom's ear.

Dom was surprised by the friendliness, a little too friendly, but Pete
seemed to be one of those sensitive, New Age type of guys. Dom stammered
out a barely audible reply as his brain turned to mush. Pete had such soft
hands, they kept brushing against his neck.

Dom sat with his legs spread wide, and since he was only wearing his tee
shirt and boxers, his erection soon became noticeable to a smirking Pete.

"Erm...I..." Dom blushed all over.

"No need to be ashamed," Pete whispered, his tongue dancing around Dom's
ear. "That bitch never puts a finger on you, does she?"

Dom knew he should defend his wife, but those hands had moved down to
massage his chest and were slowly pulling up his undershirt; the cool air
felt so good against his stomach.

"No, she doesn't," Dom gasped.

Pete leaned in for what seemed to be a kiss, only to pull away just as Dom
moved forward.

"Still too tense," Pete smirked, staring at Dom's bulge. "Need to relieve
that."

Pete was still fully dressed, but his prominent nipples were hard through
his thin white dress shirt, and his cock strained against his black
trousers. He never wore underpants.

He whipped off his tie, and before Dom could respond, Pete had tied Dom to
the back of the chair.

"H-Hey..." Dom whimpered, broken off as Pete moved in for a real kiss this
time.

Dom could have broken free if he wanted to, but he really didn't. Dom had
never had any control over his life, no matter how much he'd tried. Having
the control taken from him this way felt good, felt like a relief.

"Still too dressed," Pete whispered as he sank his teeth into Dom's large
earlobe.

"I...I..."

"You what?" Pete teased, toying with the top buttons of his crisp white
shirt.

"I want to...see you..." Dom said, gulping.

"That's nice, but I wasn't talking about me."

Pete grabbed a nearby pair of scissors. Dom's cock jumped as he felt the
cold metal against his neck before the shears cut down the middle of his
undershirt. He whimpered again as he heard the flimsy cloth ripped to
pieces in Pete's gentle yet rough grip. He shuddered as Pete caressed his
chest and belly.

Dom didn't have a ripped body, like Russ, or even like his brother Tony. He
was embarrassed about being so undressed near a man who was so trim, but
Pete looked at him with such open lust that his shame dissipated.

Pete did think Dom was cute, but his real desire came from knowing Tina's
husband would never be the same again.

Pete pushed his clothed crotched against Dom's cheek, then his mouth,
allowing Dom to taste the fabric. Dom tentatively ran his tongue against
the outline of Pete's cock, the precum leaking through the material to give
Dom his first taste of a man's essence.

Looking over at the small table near the kitchen, Pete saw a photo of Dom
with two men who were wearing nothing more than their boxers. Pete
recognized Russ as one of his fellow teachers. He'd almost jumped on the
hard-bodied hunk a few times, but didn't want to get a beating. Little did
Pete realise just how much Russ enjoyed a man's touch.

Pete pretended he knew neither of them, just for fun.

"Who are they?"

"M-My brother Tony and my friend Russ..."

"Why are they almost naked?"

Pete noticed Dom's cock jump again.

"T-They lost a bet after a football match."

Pete smiled and ran his index finger down Tony's face.

"Bet you liked that, didn't you. Seeing real men stripped and huddled next
to you. Bet it killed you not to touch...or taste..."

Dom shook his head.

"T-That's my brother..."

The truth was Tony and Dom had only seen each other a few times for most of
their lives. They believed they were cousins. Only a few years ago had Dom
moved to town and they learned they were brothers.

"Makes it even wilder then. I bet you wait for him to get changed, see that
flaccid cock slip out of his jeans, wonder what it looks like hard. Bet you
watch that muscular arse flex when he's ploughing his bitch. Bet you wanna
trace his abs with your tongue..."

Dom refused to listen. Yet he still didn't struggle with his tied hands.

"No. That's sick talk."

Pete leaned over to lightly press the photo to Dom's cheek, the cool frame
not being the only thing to make him shiver.

"Why doncha kiss your brother. I know I would if he were here."

Dom refused for a moment, not wanting to cross that line, that line he'd
only allowed himself to jump over in his worst fantasies.

"Go on."

Dom pretended he was under duress, but he found his lips pressed against
Tony's face, and just for a moment, imagined it wasn't a photo, imagined he
was kissing his hunky brother, touching him.

"Good job," Pete condescendingly congratulated him. "You get a prize."

He slipped his trousers down, slapping Dom's flushed cheeks with his long,
thin, very hard cock.

"No teeth," Pete warned.

He never assumed Dom would protest, and he was right. Dom allowed Pete's
cock in his throat without so much as a moaned "No." The flesh sliding in
and out of his mouth was hard to get used to at first, but the pleasures
were indescribable.

Pete wasn't the most patient man, but he had all the time in the world for
Dom to learn to appreciate cocksucking. He gently guided Dom's head down
the length of his 7 inches, smiling benevolently as Dom gagged and slurped
as much as he could.

"That's good," Pete replied, slowly pulling out of Dom's mouth. He was
almost through now. Just a few tugs and he came all over the photo.

"Might wanna lick your brother's face clean," Pete advised, freeing Dom's
hands and letting him hold the stained picture frame.

He made his way between Dom's still-spread legs, swallowing Dom's fat 6
inches in one setting. Dom moaned and it took all he had not to come right
then. Tina never, ever touched him there.

Pete scraped Dom's meaty thighs with his fingers, cupped his low-hangers
with his well-manicured hands. He bobbed up and down, Dom's sighs and
groans pushing him further.

Dom gave into temptation, watching those dark, dirty eyes staring up at
him. He ran his tongue over his brother's visage, licking the cum sliding
down the photo. As he finished the last drop, he bucked his hips and shot
his load into Pete's mouth.

It was true. Men really were better at blowjobs. Of course Dom had never
had a blowjob, so he wouldn't know, but Pete did represent his gender
smashingly well.

Dom stood up on shaky legs, but Pete wasn't finished yet. He pushed Dom
forward against the chair. Dom began to protest.

"Anyone could walk in."

"Don't be so melodramatic," he smirked as he spread Dom's cheeks and blew
into his hairy hole.

"Fuck..." was all Dom could say.

Pete went to town, diving his tongue between Dom's plump cheeks. The meaty
buttocks were his feast, and he had much greater plans for them...

Until they heard the key in the door.

"FUCK!" Dom said, and this time, Pete didn't disagree.

They quickly dressed themselves, Dom managing to find a bathrobe, both
desperate men hoping their breath and general state of sexual flush
wouldn't give them away.

"What are you doing here? In my home?" Tina snotted.

"Um...um..." was all Dom could say.

"Giving lessons," Pete sarcastically replied, squeezing Dom's
shoulder. "See you at school, Mrs. Reilly."

Tina never said anything, but Dom always suspected she knew the
truth. Their marriage never was the same after that.

Due to his sexual harassment of Tina, Pete was soon chased out of town by
Tina and Tina's vengeful sister Jacqui, but Dom never quite forgot him. Nor
did he forget about the fantasies of his brother...

99

Warren was just about ready to sell the Dog back to the grizzled Scottish
ex-copper Jack Osborne. He'd been threatened, insulted, and begged by
various members of the Dean family, but the real reason was the place just
didn't make any money.

As he looked at a few of them milling around the bar, feeling sorry for
themselves as always, his only question was what he might have them do in
exchange for getting their bar back.

He squeezed his crotch as a few ideas came into his head...

99

Two of the Dean family were currently in Dublin. And currently fucking like
rabbits.

"Always knew you were a tight arse," Jake smirked as he slammed his thick
cock into his younger brother's backside.

"Fuck...you..." Craig gritted through his shiny, perfect, large white
teeth, currently tearing into a pillow. His cock slid against the white
sheet beneath him, shuddering at the sharp slap to his smooth, muscular
cheeks.

"Ooh what language. College life has corrupted you, little brother."

Their banter quickly faded to incomprehensible moans and strangled cries as
Jake pounded himself more and more roughly into Craig's expert hole. Craig
was milking him so well, Jake could only wonder what John Paul had taught
him.

"I...I love you Craig...I...FUUUUCK..."

He yanked Craig by the hair, smashing his mouth against his younger
brother's as Craig came, the clamping of his hole against Jake's spear
causing Jake to erupt soon after.

The back of Craig's head resting against Jake's neck, the exhausted men
shared a passionate kiss, Jake's stubble burning Craig's smooth cheek.

They stayed in the bed for as long as they could, touching each other,
talking, kissing. They'd never been very close, and only during these
moments of complete openness and release did they truly bond.

"I wish you didn't have to go back, Jake."

Jake smiled down at his brother's head heavy on his hairy chest.

"So do I, but some of us have responsibilities."

He kissed Craig's forehead and went to the shower. By the time he got back,
Craig had already fixed him some toast for his flight back home.

"Tell everyone I love them."

"Even John Paul?" Jake asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Just the family, Jake."

Jake saw the flash of pain in his brother's eyes.

"Sorry bro."

Craig pulled Jake into a big hug, squeezing his large backside in his
hands.

"Don't worry about it. Have a safe trip."

When Craig closed the door behind him, he thought about what Jake had said.

He hadn't talked to John Paul lately. Pride, heavy schoolwork, and not
wanting to have those painful conversations.

He texted John Paul briefly, hoping he'd made the right decision.

999

John Paul didn't notice his text. He had other things on his mind. Other
things like a husky-voiced, broad-shouldered hunk of a priest, a priest
currently taking his 18 year old cock for all it was worth...

They thought they were alone in the house, but actually, Niall had stopped
by to visit Myra, only to see and hear John Paul fucking Kieron's bubble
butt for all it was worth, practically breaking the mattress in his
bedroom.

He casually snapped a few photos on his cell phone. Giving them to the
family would be crude, but...

He saw John Paul's phone on the kitchen table. And then the text.

"Plz cum 2 Dublin. Luv Craig."

Niall smirked and took another look at those photos. He had a lot of
friends to visit in Dublin...