Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 23:14:43 -0400
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Celebrity Hollyoaks 3

	Thank you to those few of you who were so nice
to send feedback. I always enjoy feedback, especially praise and
constructive comments. I can't work all your suggestions into this
chapter, but I will do them soon.

9

Spike and Jake continued to kiss, kisses of anger and pent-up
frustration, in the empty pub. Jake's sweater was clumsily lifted over
his head, while a furious Jake ripped Spike's black T-shirt with his bare
hands. Spike began to fondle Jake's hairy chest, leaning over to kiss and
touch his flesh.

"You like that, don't you poof?" Jake spat at him, fuming.

Spike couldn't get enough of that dirty grin. He answered by sinking his
teeth into Jake's nipples, first one, then the other. Jake groaned. No
woman had ever treated his body this way.

Spike dropped to his knees, staring upwards with a look of pure lust,
using his teeth to lower Jake's fly. His big hands eagerly cupped Jake's
fit midsection. Jake had just a little bit of meat on his bones, which
was so much hotter for Spike than some generic gym queen. The meat Spike
was more interested in was between Jake's legs, currently trapped in
extremely tight black boxer briefs.

Wanting to delay the end game just a few more moments, Spike turned Jake
around, burying his face in Jake's boxer briefed backside, staining the
underwear with his spit. Jake choked on his own fist to try to cover up
his moans of pleasure. Spike didn't help matters when he finally yanked
down Jake's skivvies, smirking as he heard Jake's cock slap against his
belly, wondering just how big that cock was, and finally parting those
furry handfuls and shoving his tongue straight up Jake's hole.

Jake had never had anything but his own finger up his hole, and even that
was rare, since he considered anything close to gay sex to be dirty. This
was so good, he didn't know what he'd been missing. But he knew he wanted
more.

"Hey, poof. Whoever has the biggest dick gets to fuck the loser."

He reluctantly broke away from Spike's skilled tongue, yanking Spike up
with the shreds of his black T-shirt still hanging from his muscular
chest. Spike's tight black jeans were hurriedly pulled down, Spike's lack
of underwear hurrying the process along.

Jake smirked as he looked at their erect cocks, at the pink heads peeking
from receding foreskins. His was 8 inches, while Spike's looked to be
about 7 and a half. And the fact that Jake could make such guesses told
him he was a lot more into penis than he had realized.

"I guess I win this contest," Jake smirked, before shoving Spike against
the bar counter. Spike just shook his head, amused and turned on. He was
usually a top, but getting a hot fuck from such an angry guy was not
exactly a losing proposition.

To his surprise, Jake bent over to tentatively but thoroughly taste
Spike's ass, preparing him for what was sure to be a rough fuck. The
tenderness stopped there, of course, as Jake soon began to shove his dick
inside Spike's hole, only stopping once or twice. He assumed Spike could
handle a brutal bone, and fortunately, Spike could. Spike had been tender
and sweet with John Paul, but he loved the tougher stuff too.

"Fuck my bitch ass," Spike grunted, shoving back hard against Jake's fat
cock.

Jake eagerly complied, sliding out most of the way then slamming back
hard. Pulling Spike up by his hair to give him a rough kiss, biting at
Spike's thick neck. When Spike tried to jerk himself off, Jake batted his
hand away, leaving his drooling cock to somewhat painfully yet
pleasurably bump against the wood paneling in front of him.

On and on they went, and just as Jake filled Spike's ass with a hot load,
the front door opened.

"You!" Jake cried in disbelief.

---

At the Loft, Warren was going over the books. He was so thrilled his
archenemy Clare was gone, and even better, his sister Katy had dropped
her slimy boyfriend Justin. Justin was a teen dream, what with his good
build, his pouty lips, deep blue eyes, and short blonde hair. Katy would
do anything for him. But she had realized he was not trustworthy.

Warren had had some fantasies about Justin himself. Warren was bi,
although no one knew that. He was just about to unload a few fantasies
into a tissue when the door opened.

It was a furious Justin.

"You tell Katy to take me back. NOW!"

Warren simply smirked at him.

"Don't you be telling me what to do in my office, little boy. My sister's
smartened up, and you're the loser here. Now get out."

Justin was not taking no for an answer. He pulled a knife out of his
pocket, leaving Warren in wide-eyed disbelief.

"I'm not asking, Warren."

Warren was so angry he didn't even stop to get scared. In a flash, he
threw Justin against the wall and ripped the knife out of his hand. He
knew what he had done was insane, but this little punk threatening him
took away most of his logic.

He pushed Justin against the wall several times as their bodies ground
closer and closer together.

"Threatening me in my office...little bitch..."

He spit in Justin's face. Justin, not scared at all, spit right back.

Warren totally lost all leave of his senses by that point and before he
realized what he was doing, grabbed Justin in a deep, wet kiss. Their
mouths so hard together they would have bruises the next day.

Justin pressed his hands against Warren's chest, beating his chest to try
to make him stop, but soon Justin didn't want him to stop. Justin had had
a lot of hot sex with his good friend Sonny Valentine and he'd missed the
touch of another man. He'd had fantasies about "daddy" Warren for months.
Warren with his broad shoulders and tall yet husky build, his short dark
hair and intense eyes, and most of all, his huge package and squeezable
bum.

He ripped Warren's shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Then he pulled
down Warren's pants, deep-throating him.

Fuck, Warren thought to himself. He should've done this a long time ago.

Just as they got down to business, with Warren stripping Justin naked and
putting him in a long, hot kiss, Warren heard a noise downstairs. He
checked the security cameras to see who it was.

"Shit, it's Max."

Max Cunningham, the very whitebread, home-and-hearth man who used to be
Warren's business partner. God knows Max would never want to be a part of
this.

A devious Justin pushed the intercome.

"Max, come on up!"

A horrified Warren looked at Justin. All Justin did in return was give a
sexy wink. Tonight was going to be fun.