Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:06:02 -0400
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hollyoaks chapter 4

See earlier chapters for the disclaimers.

As Jake had just finished shooting his load inside his hate sex partner
Spike, he couldn't believe who walked in the front door.

"You!"

Russ Owen, a very shocked Russ Owen, was the new arrival. Russ had
decided to stop by for a drink, even though this pub didn't have the best
memories for him. He certainly was not expecting to see his friend and
flatmate Jake fucking another man up the ass.

A panicky Jake covered up his crotch with his underwear and jeans. Spike
wasn't so modest. He'd known guys like Russ and they only cared about one
thing -- what was between their legs. As a shocked Russ tried to process
what he was seeing, Spike grabbed the package bulging from Russ' tight
jeans and gave it a rough squeeze.

"Russ, let me..."

Jake realized Russ wasn't even paying attention to him. He was making
eyes at Spike. Spike was so dirty and so trashy, but knew how to please a
man. The truth was Russ didn't really care who sucked him off, as long as
they knew what they were doing.

Spike tugged Russ' shirt off.

"Fuck, you're fit," he breathed. Russ had a broad chest, accentuated by
the hair he had started to grow back in.

Spike pulled Russ' jeans down. Russ never wore underwear, so his thick 7
inches popped out and smacked Spike in the stomach. Spike just licked his
lips at the tasty uncut meat, then went in for a real taste.

Russ yanked at Spike's hair as Spike bobbed up and down at his crotch.
Jake still couldn't believe what was happening, but Russ, flashing him a
very dirty grin, waved a finger at him, beckoning him to join the party.
Jake grunted as Russ grabbed him for a passionate kiss. Russ was all man,
and Jake, in spite of all his macho bluster, was reluctantly entranced.

Russ pushed Spike away from his hardness, barking at Spike to get against
the bar and spread his cheeks. Spike complied, showing his hairy hole,
already lubricated from Jake's first load.

"Fuck yeah...I need a tight hole tonight."

Jake smirked.

"Good luck then, cause this poof's probably had more fists up his ass
than a puppet."

Spike, true to form, wasn't fazed. He just let his rosebud wink at Russ.

"Taunt me all you want, but as soon as you get a cock up your arse - and
based on the way you swoon over Russ here, it won't be long - you'll be
aching for one every second of the day. Why'd I know you'd be into
fisting? Only place you're more likely to get a fist up your bum is in
your mouth. God you're sexy."

Jake absolutely hated Spike, hated him, but he was also horny as fuck and
both men knew it. He stood up on the bar and forced his erection into
Spike's eager mouth. Spike clawed at his meaty thighs as Jake roughly
facefucked him. Russ wasn't all that interested in their banter, he just
pounded away at Spike's backside, his nails digging into Spike's hips,
his sweaty waist slapping against Spike's beefy rear end.

Russ hadn't had a fuck in so long that he came almost immediately in
Spike's inviting anus. He began a slower, longer fuck, more patient,
matched in time with Spike's determined teasing and torment of the prong
Jake had shoved down his throat. Spike would go from barely teasing the
tip to deep-throating, one second to the next, driving Jake mad.

Soon, Jake blew his second load, shoving Spike down so far that Spike
practically inhaled his pubes. Jake wanted to hear the gagging. Russ,
eyes shut, head thrown back, emitting a deep grunt, was next, deposting
his second load into Spike.

Just as the men began to wipe themselves off, Spike shoved Jake to the
floor and came all over his hairy chest. He wanted to lick it off, but he
knew Jake probably wouldn't give him the opportunity...this time.
Laughing at the fuming Dean brother on the floor, Spike slipped his
fingers into his dripping asshole and licked at the cream inside.

"Tastes good. Straight boys have the best cum. You'll find that out soon,
Jake."

Spike pulled his jeans up, slipped on his shirt, and headed home. Before
he left, he kissed Jake, rough, long, deep, angry, leaving bruises.

"I love you, Jake. No, I mean it. Remember that."

He left Jake with a lewd wink. And Russ...well, Russ was too busy
laughing to really say much of anything. Jake, of course, was spewing
homophobic slurs and turning red in the face. Russ put his hands on
Jake's shoulders, massaging them. Soon, Jake calmed down.

"Hey, Jake. At least now we'll have more fun bets when I beat you at the
video games."

Jake rolled his eyes.

"You mean when I beat YOU."

Russ scoffed. But either way, he knew he was going to have a lot more fun
from now on at Jake and Nancy's apartment.

---

Bad boy Justin had asked Max to come upstairs to see Justin and Warren,
both of whom were currently naked and hard. Warren wanted no such thing.
His sex life was already complicated enough as it was. He hit the
intercom again, while poking an angry finger in the center of Justin's
smooth chest.

"Hey, Max, I'm busy right now. Come back tomorrow, K?"

Max agreed. Crisis averted, Warren turned his hostility on Justin.

"You're no fun, Warren."

"Shut up. And you ain't gettin' any of this, not after the way you've
behaved."

"This" was the horse cock Warren waved at Justin, to show him what he'd
be missing. Justin tried not to show his disappointment, but the
lip-licking gave him away.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can take care of yourself...then let
yourself out."

Justin's sneer ignored as the hot daddy went to bathe off, he got a good,
long look at Warren's meaty arse. What he wanted to do to that arse.
Justin began playing with his length, now half-hard. As he tugged at the
skin and pinched his nipples, the blood flowed back in no time. He was
just moaning out a load on his stomach when he saw the CCTV again. Max
was back again, only this time, his friend and business partner OB was
with him. Justin pushed the intercom, hoping Warren wouldn't spoil the
fun this time.

"Warren, we need to talk."

Max had come to ask about control of the nightclub he used to own, which
Warren now owned. OB, his longtime friend, had joined him for moral
support. Justin was thrilled. The more men the better, especially idiots
like Max and OB who would do whatever he wanted.

"This is Justin. Warren told me to tell you he can talk this time, so you
can both come on up. Come up to his office."

Justin chuckled to himself, anticipating what was to come. Literally.

When Max and OB arrived, they were shocked to see a naked Justin, his
front coated in semen. Warren was nowhere to be found, but since they
heard water running, they assumed he was going to join Justin soon, or
had just finished with him.

OB began to stutter as Max was too shocked to do anything.

"We'll - We'll ggooo, let you 2 finish what you..."

Justin, smug as ever, ignored him and went to pull off their jackets.
They were too nervous to stop him. Only when Justin ripped open Max's
button down shirt, exposing his toned, hairy chest, did OB start to
realize what was going to happen next.

"We're not like that."

This time, Justin didn't ignore him.

"Everyone knows you belong together."

He put one hand behind Max's head and the other behind OB's head, and
pushed their faces together. Neither man had had any sex in a long time,
and the sheer insanity of what was going on around them drove them to
start kissing. They'd never kissed each other, or any other bloke, but
they knew it felt good. Justin dropped his hands as they began to kiss
more eagerly. OB sucked on Max's tongue and let his trembling hands roam
Max's furry pecs and stomach.

Justin fell to his knees and mouthed their bulges through their slacks,
then their underwear. They were both leaking and ready to go. He lowered
their underpants, rubbing their cocks together, kissing to match their
mouths kissing.

Justin heard the water had stopped. Warren could be back any second. He
couldn't wait.