Date: Mon, 05 Jul 2004 23:51:46 +0000
From: Dan
Subject: Spencer, Andy and Den

Okay, this is a story featuring characters from Eastenders, the Trademark
and copyright belong to the BBC. It involves graphic depiction of a sexual
nature. IF you are under eighteen, may be offended by the content or would
be breaking the law by reading it, leave now. The story is just that and
does notimply anything about the sexuality of the actors or characters
featured.


A nervous hand is raised, ready to knock on his door, pauses and lowers.
Spencer chews on the bottom of his lip, a small bead of sweat running from
his brow.

'Get it together, Spencer', he mumbles to himself, 'This if for Alfie'.

Gathering his courage he raises his hand. He knocks. A smooth, authoratarian
voice responds. 'Come in'.

Spencer pushes open the door. Inside Andy is resting, feet on his large, oak
table clad in suit and tie. Spencer cursed himself for not dressing for the
occasion, like an adult, like a player. At least it would have given him an
edge, made Andy respect him a little more. 'This is the last chance to make
Andy leave us alone and I'm dressed like a teeny bopper', Spencer thought
grimly.

As the door continued to open, Spencer spied another figure in the room.
'Great', he thought, 'that's all I need'. Perched on the corner of the table
sat young Den. The sight of Den lounging confidently on Andy's desk made
Spencer want to turn and run but this was for his brother, to stop the
threats and the intimidation that was Andy's stock in trade. There must be
something inside Andy that the teenager could appeal to, a spark of
humanity.

'Ah, look Den, it's young Mr. Moon', Andy chimed. Spencer's fears about not
dressing properly for the meeting were unfounded in Andy's mind as he
allowed himself a long, slow look up and down Spencer's frame. Whilst
Spencer and Den thought it was an intimidation tactic to stare so intently
at the young man, Andy was drinking in the sight of youth, of denim
clutching against long legs, rubbing close to Spencer's teenage package,
t-shirt running and dipping over soft muscle. Those wet, pink lips, upturned
nose, deep, dark eyes. Andy was already playing out where he wanted the
meeting to go, where he wanted Spencer to be.

The room was silent whilst Andy took his time. Spencer felt pathetic and
skinny. His cheeks glowed red with embarrasment. Den, feeling sorry for the
boy, broke the silence.

'What brings you here, Spence?'

Andy's gaze broke to Den and Spencer let a short, sharp breath escape.
Mentally thanking Den, he smiled at him breifly. Den returned the smile and
Spencer felt his heart leap. Maybe having Den hear would help.

'I want to ask you,' Spencer uttered towards Andy, 'to leave my brother and
my family alone.' In disbelief of his own pluck, Spencer stared at Andy
trying to mantain his composure, not breaking down. Den looked to his boss,
Andy's trademark snarl across his lips and felt enormous pride for the young
man. The pit of Den's stomach churned with excitement at this bare faced
show of dignity. Part of him felt like standing with Spencer, part of him
wanted to explore his vunerability, explore his virginity, to take him in
his strong arms and watch Spencer loose himself in him.

Spencer could now feel two pairs of eyes in him. Amongst the fear, and the
expectation he noted another sensation. His eyes flicked to Andy's crotch,
to his zipper, imagined it sliding down in his fingers, a thick, hard cock
under the older mans briefs, then to Den's jeans, buttons popping open,
another large prick. Surveying Den's white T-Shirt he could see muscle that
he dreamed about having on his own body. Envy and filth ran throug him.

The three men shared the silence which seemed to breed an unspoken
arrangement. Only Andy had the balls enough to say it.

'Say I do leave your poor brother alone. Say I do give you a breathing
space, a week off, or an end to the whole sorry saga. What's in it for me?.
You see, Alfie got himself into the situation and now his baby brother
want's to get him out. It's not exactly the gesture I'm looking for'. Andy
stood up, gave a short laugh. He fixed both of his hands on his table. 'What
do you think I want, Spencer?' And as he asked the question he reached one
hand out and gently cupped the boys balls.

Den nearly bit through his lip as Spencer backed away. Spencer seemed
speechless, overpowered by the thought of what he would have to do. This
man, this dark shadow over his life, wanted him to yield even more of
himself, to be bare and open to him. 'I would never let you do anything to
me' he retorted proudly without any trace of fear.

Andy laughed. 'Not with me. With him' he gestured to Den, 'I just want to
watch!'. Den didn't move, didn't offer any disagreement. He just stared at
Spencer and as if to let him know he wanted it as much as Andy wanted to
watch it, he moved his hand onto his crotch and stroked his hardening dick
from base to tip, never taking his eyes of Spencer. He got up moved to him
and smiled. Instead of asking him if it was okay with it he led with a soft,
wet kiss on Spencer's mouth. Spencer resiprocated and closed his eyes as the
warmth of Den's mouth enveloped him. He could smell the sweet mush of the
older man's skin and reached out to run his fingers through Den's thick
hair.

Den broke off the kiss slowly, letting his toungue lick around those pink
lips and opened his eyes. Spencer's eyes's were still closed lost in his
first gay kiss. Lifting Spencer, one hand on his tight butt, one on the back
of his head, Den took him to the desk. Andy's harsh voice broke the silence.
'You first time, Spencer? Never felt your mouth filled with cum, your arse
fingered and fucked? Your going to feel all that Spencer.' Andy was clawing
at his own trousers, his full, thick meat straining in black cotton. Den's
eyes drifted from Spencer to the sight of Andy getting off. Caught between
the softness of Spencer and the rough, unteathered need of Andy, he began to
unzip his jeans. The sound of the zip brough Spencer's attention to Den and
dropping to his knees, Spencer took the zip in his own hand. Pulling is
slowly down, he could see white Hilfiger underwear. In a move that suprised
himself he ran his wet tounge against the material giving Andy the cue to
unzip and drop his own trousers.

The wetness of Spencer's toungue seeped into the underwear making the
pinkness of Den's cock visible. The boy was loosing his restraint lathering
up the material, it getting wetter and wetter. Pleased with the spectacle
Andy stood taking his trousers to the floor and unhooked his underwear.
Spencer stopped to see what was emerging, Den sticking a finger in Spencer's
mouth to keep the saliva flowing. Inch by inch Andy's big daddy cock
presented itself. Den counted five, six, seven, eight, nine inches before
the bulbous cock head was free. Two fat nuts hung below this beauty. Andy
sat pulling the cock against a the bottom row of visible abs.

'Your not here to watch me', he rattled, 'I'm here to watch you'.

It was Den's turn to have his slab revealed. As Spencer took hold of the
waistband he knew this would be the cock that would take his virgin cherry.
Before this day he had wanted something small so that he could get used to
the feeling but now he wanted something big, something that would leave a
hole. He wasn't let down.

Den smiled a broad smile as the air hit his thick stick. He fixed Andy, then
Spencer, with a grin. He knew he would impress. Spencer struggled to unhook
the waistband from Den's cockhead and managed to move it in to a position to
unveil the tool. As the material move down and off Den's legs the other two
guys began to breath harder. The cock head was deep purple and underneath
between the base and the tip the cock was slighltly fuller like extra meat
has been pushed down inside the foreskin. Spencer mentally worked out the
length. Was it ten and a half, eleven? He couldn't tell. A drop of precum
oozed out of Den's slit. This was it Spencer thought.

Spencer dove upon the juice, taking it onto his toungue. He let the taste
fill him, He wanted more. Opening his mouth, the head began to move inside.
Den took a sharp intake of breath and gently pushed a little more in.
Spencer upped the ante, filling his sweet lips with the bulbous cockhead
base, he felt it move towards his throat and gagged. Maybe he could manage
it but not now. His lips and tounge began to move in a circular movement as
his head bobbed to a rhythmc speed. Animal instincts took over Den, letting
a little bit of Andy's spirit enter him. Standing, he held Spencers head and
moved the whold cock in. He felt a little resistance against the young man's
throat, waited and then moved in. Spencer felt the fat slit against the back
of his throat, managing the whole shaft. As Den fucked his face in
abandonment, Spencer reached towards his denim clad prick, desperatley
unzipping and stripping down his jeans and his back briefs. Now it was his
turn to feel the rush of cold air against his hot prick, against his
arsehole. One hand steadied himself against Den's face fucking, one gripping
his cock.

Andy moved around the table to see Spencers prick and at once he
congratualted himself on aranging this set up. The boys cock was less
thicker than his and den's but it was very long, no creases, a long vein
complementing the span. He watched Spencer's hurried wanking. Broken from
his trance by Den's sudden moaning, he looked up. Den's face was contorting.
>From Andy's position he could see two lemon sized balls bouncing off
Spencer's smooth chin, lips prized wide. Den was feeling something hot
building, Spencer knowing something was happening as more and more
consistent waves of precum oozed into his throat.

'You fucking little whore', screamed Den, 'You filthy fucking little whore'.
Both of Den's hands let go off Spencer's head and hit the table behind him,
arching him over Spence, his nuts bashing his chin, his abs rubbing against
the top of his head. With one hard, angry thrust, he arched himself back up
again, standing straight. Andy watched as Spencer, an extension of Den's
body, mouth and throat full of cock, stared in anticipation. Deep rivers of
thick spunk drove from Den's fuck stick, flooding Spencer's toungue and
throat, his mouth filling with the cream, Den moaning loudly. Cum dripped
out of the side of Spencers mouth, off of his chin, onto his hand, which
moved robotically over his cock, lathering it in.

Den withdrew, panting. He sat against the desk and fixed Spencer with a look
that said he wasn't finished. Andy chimed in, 'Use your fingers'. Den knew
what he ment.

Spencer, licking the spunk of his lips, moved toward Den. Den stood by him,
pulled off his own shirt and then Spencer's. Fingering the boys soft pink
nipples he gronaed with lust and wanting, tracing forming muscle. Spencer
explored in kind, rough, hard bumps, that didn't yield. Den kissed his head
and gently moved him so his chest and  face were on the table, his arse hole
on display. Andy walked around and kicked at Spencer's feet, making him
stand wider apart so that his hole was much more visible.

Andy was close now, close enough to smell the boys arse cheeks. Den lent
near Andy and put his finger nearest his thumb in Andy's mouth. He withdrew
it and positioned the digit at the tight puckered hole of the virigin,
spread before them. Slowly massaging the hole, feeling it yield to him, the
tip went in. Spencer shifted. his hardened cock trapped against the soft
warmth of his belly and the coldness of the table. The finger began its way
in, a centimeter before stopping. This arse was so tight. A steel like 'O'
shut fast. Den rubbed Spencer's back. 'Relax,' he purred. Spencer arched his
back as the finger broke past the 'O' and entered the wider part of his
chute. Something deep was awoken inside Spencer as he bucked against Den's
finger which had now dissapeared.

'I'm not watching anymore', Andy gasped, 'This is where I join in'.

Soon another finger was entering the cherry star and this time it was Andy.
He moved his finger straight in, no stopping for tight muscle, straight in
to meet Den's finger tip. Spencer groaned as the finger hit the spot.
'Another' he whimpered. Hearing Spencer so desperate, so horny made Den hard
again and Andy laughed. 'The little slut!' he exclaimed. Den and Andy placed
new fingers against the hole, this time to slide together. Four fingers
protruded from the tight virgin arse. Taking it in turns to withdraw thier
pinkies, the two men started a steady finger fucking. Spencer raised his
arse, moving against them, trying to get deeper. As he lifted Andy took his
dick, gently pulling it back and once it was softened but still thick with
blood he moved it behind him, below his crammed boy cunt. Den and Andy
licked the member in time with thier steady fucking motion.

'Oh, please, I want the real thing. I want a big cock in me. Please! Oh, I
want to get fucked, please!!' Spencer was delirious with building pleasure.

'Not a problem', Said Andy' but your getting both.

All fingers removed, Andy sat on the desk, holding his fat cunt fucker in
hand. Spencer, above him on all fours, brought his slick ring to the
monster. Den took two fingers and held the boys ring open as Spencer
descended on it. First the thick head, then inch after inch, until Andy
could feel two warm buttocks against his pubic mound. Air hit every inch of
his cock as the boy almost lept up and powered back down. 'You think your a
big man Andy, but you're all mine now' Spencer said, possessed by filth. The
boy athleticly bounced on his member, wanking his long cock. Then moving to
his feet and squatting on the cock, Spencer started a fierce onslaught,
tensing his arse cheeks at just the right time. It burnt inside him, his
first cock. He let the occasional pain subside. This bastard was never going
to underestimate him again.

As he thought this, Den place a hand on his back pushing him forward.
Spencers face came down to meet Andys and they devoured each other hungrily,
biting and swearing nastly little somethings. Den clambered behind Spencer,
impaled on Andy's monster and moved his own fuck stick close to Spencer's
tunnel. He jabbed at the hole with his prick making spencer emit a long,
unending groan. This groan continued whilst Andy grinned until the cockhead
managed the move in against the arse wall and the base of Andy. The bulbous
under base was next and Spencer was feeling like he could fucking fly! the
cock broke through and now it was Andy's turn to groan as his cocks warm
hide away was intruded by another, Den's nuts and hair against his own
balls.

'Your so fucking tight, I'm gonna rip you apart you filthy little slut' Den
errupted. Spencer felt the pile drive action of these two men, watching
Andy's face disintegrate into real pleasure, the look of him so lost in his
wet chute made him wank harder.  Something trickled out of his hole, precum
from the two cocks. He knew what was going to happen.

Deafened by the combined cried of Andy and Den, he felt his bowels and his
chute filled with deep, glorious warmth. The two man inside him felt the
sensation of cum dripping down thier shafts making them nut even harder. Den
bit down on Spencers neck and Andy gripped his arms making Spencer shoot, a
thick wad of cum spilling onto Andy's face, Andy licking at it like a
starving man. The cum continued to shoot onto Andy's body and Spencer held
up some cum for Den to slurp up greedily.

Moments later the three lay together, cocks still inside young Spencer.
Spencer had won a small triumph today and had been royally fucked! Andy
turned to him and whispered, 'I will give you anything you want. But I want
you to come and work for me. I have a job for you . . . . .'