Date: Mon, 14 May 2007 14:11:29 EDT
From: Ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: The Mitchell Boys (2)

This is a fictional story about fictional characters from an British   Soap
called "EASTENDERS".
The characters are Grant and Phil  Mitchell..(Grant hasnt been on the show
for quite some time. and Phil you  rarely see nowadays)... the bald hunky
guys
that make me drool  evertime

My story itself does not by any
means reflect the sexual  preference of  the characters, nor the actors who
played these  characters so  wonderfully.

I hope you enjoy this story...

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The Mitchell Boys
(2)

Later when I arose, Tony was up and moving about his small flat. I came  up
behind him and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck.

"Hey baby. What cha doin?"
"Tryin to find something to eat"
"Fuck  that lets go out and find food"

So I showered got dressed and we went out. We went to this little  eatery
that had sandwiches and ate there. While sitting there chatting. In  walked the
skank Bianca and her boyfriend Ricky. Tony said hi to Ricky.

"Hey Ricky. This is a friend of mine Orli, from the states."
I  reached over to shake Ricky's hand.
 "How ya doin' there bud"

Bianca looking at me with contempt.
"Hey Ricky" Tony said.
"Would you mind looking at my car tomorrow?" He asked.

It' makin' a funny noise"
"Sure" Ricky responded
"Cheers mate"  Was the response.

When we finished I stated that we should pass by the Vic. I could use a
drink. As we walked out. I mentioned that Ricky looked to be the `pussy whipped'
type.
"I bet if I got him drunk, I could fuck him." I said matter of  factly.

We got to the Vic. And there was Grant behind the bar. He was wearing a
black t-shirt that clung to his big body. His beefy arms reaching over the
counter as he talked to a customer. I couldn't see below but planed to do so.

"What do you want Tony?" I asked.
"I'm buying"
"Beer's fine".
"Okay then 2 Beers" trying to say it in a witty accent.
I pulled up to the bar.

"Hey big boy, 2 beers please."
"Ain't seen you `round here before"  He said.
"I'm a friend of Tony's from the U.S."
"You do know he's, well  you know?" Grant questioned.

"Oh you mean queer." I exclaimed.
"Who do you think taught him handsome."
"Now can I get those beers  sweetie"
He sneered at me as he turned to get them.

`God I'm a bitch' I thought to myself.
As he walked away, I looked at his ass. It was a dream, trapped in a pair  of
semi tight jeans. Swaying as he moved. A moment later he turned around. I
could see his big pole pressed tightly in those poor jeans, a nice bulge
protruding from his crotch.
I licked my lips as he came toward me. He placed  the beers in front of me. I
placed the money in front of him on the counter. He  had seen me looking at
his crotch so he didn't want to get to close.
He  looked afraid I might jump over the bar to attack him. Of course the
thought did  cross my mind.
"Nice" was all I said and walked away.
Several people looking at me in awe, somehow shocked that I was so straight
forward with this man. Had Tony not warned me of this monster I was tempting
fate with' I couldn't care less. I was intent oh showing everyone who and
what I  wanted. Tony looked at me and shook his head.

"Are you bloody crazy. He could have ripped you bloody head  off"
"You need not worry about me there Tony, I've dealt with bigger guys  than
that before."
"Guys like that are so scared of what people might think  of them if they hit
us Faggots"
"If I were a straight man. It would have been  different"
"You Brits have so much to learn"
I kept looking at Grant  whenever I had the chance.
"Believe you me Tony, before I leave here. He's  mine"
"I doubt that." Tony exclaimed.

  The following day after yet another night of my fucking Tony we woke  up a
knock on the door.
Tony opened. It was Ricky.
"Hey Tony, bring the car around `bout 11. Phil won't be there  then."
"Kay'" Tony responded.

"Why do you have to wait til' Phil leaves I asked."
"He's just like  his brother Grant. A total jerk" He continued.

"But he may be meaner cause' his wife Kathy just left him because he  has a
drinking problem"
"Is he as hot?" I asked.

"He's actually smaller than Grant. But Grant got huge from his time in  the
army"
"Well I think I'll take a walk Tony. I'll see you later. Hey where  is this
auto shop. So I can meet you there later"
He told me and I got ready and left. I wanted to see this Phil Mitchell for
myself.
I walked around for a bit, bought a Liter of Stoli, just in case.  Noticing
how boring this town was. Then I got to the shop. I could see someone  working
under a car. Thinking it was Ricky I glance toward his crotch to see if  it
pleased me. I couldn't tell what was going on under there because of his
position. Then he shifted pulling one leg up and forcing the crotch to tighten  up.
What I saw frightened me. There was a huge lump of meat pressed tightly in
the crotch. It was enormous, yet wasn't even hard yet. I crouched down next to
him. I heard a voice.

"Can I help you"
I reached over and groped the huge lump. It was too big  for my hand.

"Damn Ricky, you're a lot bigger than.." I started to say.
"What the  f..." The man yelled. "Get the frick off me ya puff"

I realized that this may not be Ricky. The voice was too gravelly. He  pulled
himself out from under the car. As he did the crotch bunched up and  pressed
deeper at his groin. The huge balls outlined in there confined space. He
crawled out from beneath. And I was staring at an about 5'9'' bald man with
facial hair. He looked at me furiously.

"OOOps sorry buddy. Thought you were Ricky"
Then as my mind assessed  at who it was, it was Phil, Grant's brother.

"Oh you must be Phil then. Hey there handsome." I said matter of  factly.
He looked like he was gonna hit me when I pulled my trump card.

"Look, buddy I'm really sorry I mistook you for Ricky. Look to set  things
right lets have a drink."
That definitely worked.
"So who the hell are you, ya puff?"
"My name is Orli. I'm a friend of  Tony's from America."

"You did know that Ricky is married didn't ya?"
"Yeah I met the  Bitch"
He laughed a bit. Cause he couldn't stand her either.
"Look I said. I'm  gay and I saw something I liked. So I was more than
willing to try."
I  took a drink then passed it to him. He also took one.

"You guys from the states are ballsy, I'll say that for ya."
"I  heard that your wife left you. Sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, she took ma kid".
He instinctively rubbed his crotch. I could see the big cock twitch in his
hand.

`He must be in need of some hole to fuck'. I thought.

"Well if you ask me, she's a dumb ass."
He giggled a bit more as he swallowed more drink.
"Why would she want to  leave a good looking guy like you"
Phil looked at me quizzically for a moment  then hit another drink.

"Its cause she thinks I've got a drinkin' problem."
"Aww what a  drink now and then."
As I said that I looked over his shoulder to see an already opened bottle  of
booze on the desk. And it was half empty. I decided it was now or  never.

"Hey Where's Ricky?" I asked.
"I sent him on an errand. Hell he  won't be back for a couple of hours."
He continued. His voice slurring as he  took yet another big swallow.
"So when did your wife leave you?"
"'Bout a  month or so"
I was so bold now. "So have you been getting any?"
"Any Wha?"  He responded.
"Don't tell me that a stud such as yourself hasn't gotten laid,  at least to
teach the Bitch wife of yours a lesson". "Huh?" was his best  response.

"Phil you need to go and have some sex or something otherwise your  balls
will explode."
"But I luv ma wif" he said.
"Fucked her". I shouted.
"You need to stuff some lucky whore full of this big fucking club you got"

With that I reach over and groped his cock again. He looked at me rather
stupefied more than with anger at that moment. I got up and closed the door. I
came back to him and crouched in between his legs. He had a dizzy look on his
face. He had a half smile, half grimace on his face when he grabbed my head
and  shoved it into his crotch.

"Okay ya puff. Suk ma Dik... Nowww"

I took that as my que. I chewed on his big bone through the rough over  alls.
They stunk of oil and cum. I slathered his tool through the pants, reached
up and started to unzip them. He had a tank top on underneath. I finished
unzipping when the smell hit me, the smell of day old cum and man sweat. He
apparently hadn't bathed this morning. I wasn't going to let that stop me  though.
He had on a pair on sweat shorts underneath. They were stained and still
damp from him probably jerking off earlier. I pulled down the overalls and his
huge slab of dick was hanging out fro the bottom of his shorts, the thick head
twitching on his furry leg. On the other legs was a massive lump that had to
be  his balls. I wasted no time. I buried my head in his stinking crotch, his
funk  sending me into orbit. I started to chew on the thickening shaft. It was
so  fucking thick. But I had to have it. I chewed on the shaft, moving down
toward  the enlarging head. I had to get it in my mouth before it became too
big. I  licked at the head and it flared up and thickened. I opened my mouth and
took  the fat head inside.

"Aww, Fuk" He mumbled.
I grabbed at the base of his shaft and tried  to swallow the ever growing
sword, the thick head bumping the back of my throat,  bloating even more.  I took
a deep breath and impaled it down my throat. I  gagged for a moment as it hit
my esophagus.

Again he mumbled. "Aawwww Fuuuk".
He gripped my head and started to  pump his huge shaft into my belly. I
slurped and sucked for all I was worth.
"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh"
Then his whole shaft thickened even more, my throat  constricting to try and
hold it in. but the thing kept getting bigger and  bigger. I began to choke
from its immense size.

"Tak it pufffff" he yelled.
I was able to break free of his grip and  dislodge the giant salami that was
crammed down my throat. I began to hack and  cough as it slipped out of my
straining mouth. My jaw was aching at that point.  I looked at the thing's size.
I was truely gigantic. 9 1/2 inches long but very  thick. He tried to pull me
back on his shaft, the bloated head bumping the back  of my mouth.

"It's too fucking big you idiot" I yelled. Batting it away.
His  massive balls had slipped out of the shorts now. So I decided to target
them. I  pulled them out and started to chew on them. But like his shaft they
were also  massive, each one the size of a lemon. But I licked at them
anyways. Then I was  able to get just one in my mouth. But it was so big I couldn't
do much else but  drool on it. He liked the feeling though. My hot wet mouth
surrounding his baby  maker. He gripped my head again, rubbing those large orbs
all over my face and  in my mouth. Then he pressed his dick against my face.

"Cum on finish, damn it"
He wanted me to suck n his dick again.
"No" I yelled.
That's when he got rough. He grabbed me and slammed me  down on the hood of
the car, reached around, and undid my pants pulling down  hard on them, almost
tearing them off. He shoved them down my legs. All the  while I tried to fight
him. But he was running on the rush of adrenaline that  hit him. He yanked
down my shorts. And without warning took the bottle he had  been sucking on and
shoved the mouth of it up my ass.

"Take this" He yelled.
He stuck his fat finger up there as well and proceeded to pour the  remaining
liquor into my ass. It burned inside. I squealed. He kept fucking me  with
the tip of the bottle. I kept feeling the edge of the thicker portion  bumping
my ass. For a moment I thought that this would be okay. I could handle  this as
long as he didn't push the thicker end in. I looked back to see him spit  on
his cock though. He began to tug on the engorged head. Precum leaking out the
tip. But he just kept sliding his hand along the massive length. Then he
pulled  out the bottle. Took a drink and tossed the empty away. Then he yelled.

"Take this you fukkin puffff"
He had reared up and slammed his huge  dick up into my gapping dripping ass.
He tore right through the sphincter. I  screamed blue bloody murder. The pain
was unreal. It was like broken glass  tearing through my ass. I desperately
tried to pull away, clawing at the hood of  the car. But he held me down. Pulled
outward then slammed back down. I could  feel the large head brutally slam
into my prostate. Then he climbed up and  gunned me. Pile driving that gigantic
pole into me repeatedly. My ass felt like  hamburger. He pummeled my ravaged
butt for a good 10 minutes, his giant balls  hitting mine with every blow. Not
stopping or slowing down. I was crying, the  tears running down my face. I
kept waiting for the familiar pain to subside as  it normally does. But it didn'
t. It felt like my ass was on fire. Then he  started to grunt and pant shifting
himself around me, trying to dig deeper into  my ass. He was like a rutting
bull. Then his huge cock head expanded, getting  bigger, pulling at my ass
walls. He shoved down, bashed into my prostate and  exploded.

"AAAAARRGGGHHH. AAWWWWW. SHIT.. ARRGH , Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh."

He kept bellowing as he flooded my broken insides. But it seemed to go  on
forever. The hot scalding fluid kept erupting into me. I lost count after 10.
It was an endless flow of cum that flowed like rivers over by battered balls
and  my softening cock, down my legs into my pants. Then he climbed off and
buried  his face in my ass eating at the gapping hole, digging his tongue up my
chute.  Then turned me around and shoved his softening dick in my mouth. It was
still  oozing long ribbons of his spent seed, then kept oozing down my throat.
I didn't  think anyone could have this much cum. Then he pulled me up and
crammed his  tongue into my mouth. And unloaded the goo he took out of my ass.

"That's some good shit. Isn't it" He said. ...

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to be continued
Orlirz