Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2016 08:21:35 +0000
From: Scott Dera <scottdera@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Studs of Eastenders Part 6

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story involving gay sex between consenting
adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the
actors who play them, are gay. I have no idea of their sexuality. It is not
intended to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any
personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved are
copyrighted by the BBC/Eastenders.

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Studs of Eastenders Part 6

Max Branning was horny as hell. He'd spent the last hour half watching the
security footage from the garage at his table whilst he nursed a raging
erection within his trousers. Watching Mick fuck was such a hot sight,
especially in a threesome involving Ben and Jay. He knew he had to get a
piece of the action soon but for now his hand had to do.

He went to fish out his throbbing member but was quickly stopped when the
kitchen door opened. He picked up his paper and pretended to read it as
Peter Beale entered the room. Max's jaw almost dropped as he saw his
daughters boyfriend walk in, dressed in nothing but a blue towel around his
toned waist, beads of water running down his massive pecs "Morning Max..."

"Uh, m-morning..." Max fumbled. He couldn't help but stare as Peter turned
his back to make a tea, his gaze fixated on Peter's round arse. He knew he
had to have it.

Peter sat down at the table "Upto much today?" He asked as he sipped his
tea, his legs spread and his body relaxed. Perfect, Max thought.

"Nah, just work..." Max replied. He carefully and quietly slipped off his
shoe before starting to move it slowly towards Peter crotch but as he did,
the door opened again. His foot quickly shot down as his daughter walked in
"Alright dad!" Lauren said chirpily.

"Yeah..." He grumbled. Lauren practically ignored him as she wrapped her
hands around Peter's neck as moved them around his body whilst they
whispered to one another. She went to make breakfast and Max again
attempted his move, more confident this time knowing that Peter wouldn't
say a word.

He again lifted his foot, quicker this time and without hesitation, placing
it directly into Peter's crotch. He could feel the soft bulge underneath
and immediately saw Peter look at him with supposed but panicked eyes. Max
just smirked at him.

"W-wha..." Peter slurred. He was unsure what to say as Max's foot slowly
started to caress his towel covered bulge, starting to wake the python
inside. Lauren turned with toast in her hand and could see Peter looked a
pale shade of red and embarrassed "You okay Peter?" She quizzed.

"Huh? Oh y-yeah..I'm good..." He replied, panicked. He hoped she could see
nothing going on, thankful that the table cloth covered just the right
amount of action. She briefly looked at her dad, but to her he just looked
like he was casually reading the paper.

In reality he had now managed to part Peter's towel a little, allowing his
cotton sock covered foot to run along his shaft, lengthening him to his
full eight inch length. Peter winced as the head grazed against the
underneath of the table, he looked to Max for relief but found nothing but
a smirk as he read the paper, promptly ignoring him.

"Right I'm off, cya later!" Lauren cheerily said as she kissed her
boyfriend goodbye, blissfully unaware of what was happening under the
table. Peter waited until he heard the front door close before he spoke
"What you playing at Max?!" He said as he pushed Max's foot away.

"Not like you didn't enjoy it though ey?" Max smirked, relaxing into his
chair.

"I'm just horny, you took advantage..." Peter said as he got up, making
sure to arrange his towel so his rock solid shaft was covered, but it
didn't stop it from sticking out.

Max followed, coming up behind Peter and feeling his generous backside
before moving his hands round to the front "Don't lie, you love it..."

Peter hated to admit it but his dick was hard for a reason, but there was
no way he'd be showing any kind of submission towards Max. He stood still
and let Max go to work however, feeling his towel come undone and fall from
his waste, leaving him totally naked.

"Nice..." Max purred as he looked down at the sight of Peter's smooth
bubble butt. His hands roamed it immediately before giving it a firm slap,
making Peter wince.

His hands eventually roamed around Peter's front, gently brushing through
his trimmed blonde pubes before one hand slowly gripped Peter's length at
the base and teasingly slid from there upwards, eventually reaching the
uncut head "About eight inches yeah?" Max asked.

"Good guess..." Peter replied as he turned and smirked at Max "Now measure
it with your mouth, heard your good.."

"Who told you that?" Max asked with curiosity before obeying Peter's
command, getting down onto his knees to ready the shaft in front of
him. Max was right about the length, eight inches of very thick man meat
stood erected between Peter's legs, a smooth set of generous nuts nestled
underneath and a trimmed bush on top. Definitely one of the prettier cocks
he'd had the opportunity to play with Max thought to himself.

He gripped the base once again and gave it a firm stroke before pulling
back, revealing Peter's glistening pink mushroom head from underneath it's
foreskin. Max looked up at Peter as he leaned in and gently swirled his
tongue around the head to collect his sweet nectar. Peter moaned and Max
enjoyed the taste that hit his tastebuds, not wasting any more time in
going back for some more.

"Oh yeah..mmmm..." Peter groaned as he watched and felt Max's mouth start
to take his cock into his mouth, first the head disappearing before a
lengthy amount of the shaft followed. Peter's cock throbbed in excitement.

"mmmm..mmmm..." Max grunted erotically around Peter's shaft, feeling it
leak pre-cum in copious amounts into his mouth, practically begging him
itself to suck it more. Max had to wonder if his daughter was actually
giving this stud the attention he needs and deserves judging by how much he
was enjoying just the start of this blowjob.

Max was now determined to make sure this was the best blowjob Peter had
ever been given, making sure to swallow his cock in its entire thick length
every time he swooped down with his mouth, the thick head snaking its way
down his throat to coat it with yet more pre-cum.

"Oh god Max, that feels so good!" Peter cried out in sheer ecstasy as Max
repeatedly deepthroated his cock, a feat he found no wonder had yet to do,
they always complained it was just too thick.

Max continued his actions for a little while longer before eventually
stopping, leaving Peter's cock a slick and sloppy mess as he gained his
breath back "Why did you stop?" Peter whined.

"Don't want you cumming yet boy..." Max evilly smirked as he got to his
feet. Peter watched as Max quickly undid his belt and pulled down both his
trousers and his boxers, revealing his huge nine inch cock, making Peter's
jaw practically drop to the floor.

"Fuck..." Peter muttered in a whisper. Max just smirked, the shock evident
all over his daughters boyfriends face. He stroked it, putting on a little
show for a moment, allowing the foreskin to roll back and forth on the
plump head.

He decided not to push the 'straight' boy too far, and so turned to bend
himself over the kitchen table. He arched his back "Condom is in my left
jacket pocket..." He smirked back to Peter.

Peter for a moment wasn't sure what to do. He thought about his girlfriend
and how he'd have to keep this a secret, but the thoughts were quickly
dismissed when his horniness took control. He firmly slapped Max's cheeks
and spread them, revealing his pale and hairless pink hole, a sight that
very much tempted him.

He quicky slipped his hand into Max's jacket and whipped out the condom,
admiring how equipped he was for these kind of situations before rolling it
onto his meat. He slapped the heavy log onto Max's arse before spitting
down for some use, using a quick finger to poke around in Max's hole before
he replaced it with the head of his cock, sliding the first few inches in
"Oh yeah..."

"Fuck yeah, like that?" Max groaned as he quickly felt Peter's length fill
him and the thickness stretch him. He loved younger lads, their eagerness
and quick pace was what he enjoyed most, not the romantic bullshit. Men in
his mind were sex, women were lovers.

"God yeah...so tight..." Peter groaned. He loved the heat of Max's arse
around his long, thick cock as he slowly filled his girlfriends dad.

He gripped Max's hips and pulled out almost halfway before sliding back in,
harder this time as he started to gain rhythm and pace. He watched as Max's
cunt took his cock with ease, and Peter had to wonder just how often he did
this to become so accommodating of cock in his hole.

"Feels fucking good lad..." Max groaned as he wanked his own thick nine
inch meat, occasionally feeling it graze against the underneath of the
table. It leaked copious amounts of pre-cum all over the floor, a big sign
of just how turned on Max was.

In reality it had been a fair while since he had been fucked. He had been
planning on saving himself until he got his hands on, or rather his hole
on, Mick Carter's cock but with Peter soon going travelling Max knew he had
to get a taste of the young lad. He was soon revelling however in how good
it felt to get fucked.

"Fuck Max, turn over..." Peter panted as he pulled out. Max quickly did as
he was ordered, lying himself on his back as he spread his legs. Peter
quickly got in-between again and shoved his throbbing pole into Max's hole
"Awww..."

"Fuck it lad.." Max growled as he picked up his fat cock again to work
himself up. Both men stared at each other in sheer lust but it was Max that
was seemingly the more turned on with the vision in front of him.

Peter was now coated with a light sheen of sweat, his body glistening under
the kitchen light, making him look like a Greek statue, in Max's eyes at
least. Max wasn't the only one admiring however, Peter was doing his own
share. He couldn't take his eyes off of the big fat cock that Max owned. It
made him curious, even eager as he slammed Max harder and harder just at
these thoughts.

"Fucking hell mate! Gonna cum!" Max shouted loudly and abruptly. Neither
man expected it but Max was too far gone now to even stop it as he stroked
his cock for a few more moments until he started to cum, spurting shot
after shot of his thick load onto his chest, some even going as far as his
chin "Aww yeah..."

"Hot..." Peter smirked as he continued to slam Max, although now the older
man had cum it was significantly harder to pound his hole. Max's hole had
clamped down on Peter's pole, and the your stud knew it wouldn't be long
before he was cumming also.

Both men were disturbed however and had little time to react when the back
door into the kitchen flew open and to catch them in act "What's going on
here?!"

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Mick Carter was on the prowl. He was standing behind the bar scanning the
local talent. Tonight was usually a quiet night for the pub, so he knew he
could pick up some prime beef and take them anywhere and not be disturbed,
Nancy could pick up the slack.

Ever since he fucked the likes of Jay and Ben he had started to get an
appetite for male arse. It had even made him hornier by being blackmailed
by Max, knowing eventually he would get his arse too. He did get brief
guilt about his feelings due to his relationship with Linda but all of that
changed when Fatboy walked into the pub.

Max had never noticed him much before but it was when he walked away from
the bar having ordered a pint that he clocked Fatboy's delicious arse. It
was round and fat, and Mick knew it would have a bounce once it was
unlocked from its confines. Over the night the two men threw glances at one
another, Mick's being a lot dirtier than Fatboy's, but they were returned
either way.

Eventually Fatboy's company left and it allowed him go to the toilet,
giving Mick prime opportunity. He waited until Fatboy came out to speak to
him "Alright Fatboy, fancy giving me a hand with some barrels? Nance is
useless..." Mick chuckled slightly.

"Yeah sure Mick..." Fatboy agreed. He wondered for a moment why Mick would
ask him but thought nothing of following him into the cellar of the pub.

"Just those over there mate..." Mick asked, pointing to the ones needing
'moving'. In truth Mick just wanted to get Fatboy alone and he knew this
would be prime opportunity. He watched as Fatboy squatted down to pick up a
crate, licking his lips like a dog who got his bone as his eyes caught
Fatboy's lovely arse. He instantly started to become hard.

Mick absent-mindedly played with his growing bulge behind Fatboy until the
young lad spoke up, breaking him from his gaze "So you got beef with me
Bruv? Only been seeing you staring holes into me all night..." Fatboy asked
as he continued to work in front of Mick.

"Nah mate, nothing like that, something totally opposite in fact..." Mick
said, smirking as he knew Fatboy had virtually no idea what he was
thinking, or so he thought.

"Oh yeah?" Fatboy said as he dropped the last crater, wiping his dusty
hands on his jeans "What's that then?" He continued as he stepped closer to
Mick.

"Well, couldn't help but notice you're packing a nice fat arse in those
jeans Fatboy..." Mick dirtily grinned "And I've got a nice fat one in 'ere
to go with it..." Mick spoke as he gripped his rock solid bulge through his
jeans, outlining his massive erection.

"Yeah? You want my arse Mick?" Fatboy asked as he took hold of Mick's hands
and placed them on his behind. He instantly saw it eroused Mick as he
gripped the cheeks within his grasp.

"Fuck yeah..." Mick growled deeply. He was well and truly turned on now and
he hadn't even seen Fatboy's arse yet!

"Get fuckin' then..." Fatboy smirked. The two men quicky eloped in a
passionate, sloppy kiss, their tongues thrashing around inside each other's
mouths. They stumbled back and Fatboy ended up laying back on a few barrels
whilst Mick tumbled on top of him.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his hairy torso and well defined
stomach, a sight Fatboy enjoyed as he washed his tongue over each of Mick's
nipples. Fatboy then watched as Mick stood up properly to unbutton his
jeans, quickly whipping out his massive ten inch cock. Mick just smirked as
he saw Fatboy's jaw drop, waving his shaft around for a moment before he
picked the younger lad up off the crates, turned him round and bent him
over.

Mick licked his lips in anticipation as he gripped the waistband of
Fatboy's tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down, revealing a tight white
jockstrap that perfectly set Fatboy's massive mocha coloured bubble
butt. Mick's jaw practically dropped as he got to his knees and immediately
placed his tongue at Fatboy's hole.

"Aww yeah..." Fatboy moaned. He could immediately feel Mick's fat tongue
penetrate the entrance to his hole, which opened up to allow it further
access. Mick grunted erotically, obviously enjoying the taste as his tongue
dug deeper.

And deeper it went, feverishly licking and twirling around in Fatboy's
hole. This was definitely the best arse Mick had ever tasted he thought to
himself, and he wondered just why he didn't think of pulling Fatboy
earlier!

"Fuck me Mick..." Fatboy moaned, feeling his arse was more than ready for
Mick's thick weapon.

"Gladly..." Mick spoke as he removed his face. His tone was dark and dirty,
Fatboy knew this was gonna be a hot fuck. He rose to his feet and spat down
on his cock, lubing it as much as possible, forgoing a condom as he lined
up and practically rammed his shaft into Fatboy's velvet hole "Fuck yeah!"

"Ahhhh! mmmmm..." Fatboy cried out, but knew to be quiet. He hadn't quite
expected Mick to fill him up so much and so quickly but he definitely
wasn't complaining. The fat pole consumed him and throbbed with every
stroke, and Fatboy could soon feel Mick's bushy pubes brush against his
smooth round arse with every pound, indicating Mick was balls deep inside
him, the full ten inch length.

"So fucking tight..." Mick grunted, amazed at how tight Fatboy's hole was
yet how easily he slid in at full length without problem. This made Mick
even more aroused as he bent down to grab Fatboy's gel coated hair,
feverishly licking at his ear as he did "Fucking like this eh?"

"God yeah Mick, feels great..." Fatboy moaned with intense passion, feeling
himself be filled with every slam into his arse that Mick made "Didn't
think you'd be queer..."

"I ain't..." Mick grunted "Just love fucking arse..." He growled as he bit
down hard on Fatboy's neck before pushing his head back down and opting to
grip his thick waist instead, allowing him to fuck even harder.

"Fuck me Ahhh...anytime...." Fatboy groaned as he practically went into a
state of euphoria at how good Mick's cock felt inside him.

Mick however was soon reaching his peak. After teasing himself all day,
waiting for the right arse to fuck and now slamming it hard he didn't have
much left. He tried to hold back a while longer, enjoying Fatboy's arse as
much as he possibly could before he went into the zone he couldn't come
back from "Shit, gonna cum..." He grunted disapprovingly.

"Cum inside me Mick..." Fatboy asked in a low guttural moan as he turned
and smirked at Mick.

"You dirty fuck..." Mick growled. He even felt Fatboy's hole tighten even
harder on his pole as he throbbed intensely, this boy just wouldn't give
up!

Mick made an effort to slam as hard and as fast as he could until he
eventually started to blow his load, shot after shot of his thick cum fired
its way into Fatboy's cunt, seemingly never ending as he felt it slick up
his shaft. After a minute or two he started to withdraw, droplets of cum
leaking from Fatboy's hole.

"Well ain't you got a nice arse!" Mick chuckled "Kept that secret didn't
ya?" He continued, lightly slapping Fatboy on the arse before tucking away
his wet shaft and doing up his jeans.

"Could say that about you too, didn't think you liked lads..." Fatboy said
"Not that I'm complainin'..."

"Ey listen, I don't alright? Just love fucking a nice arse..." Mick smirked
"Now get outta here before anyone catches you..." He continued as he groped
Fatboy's arse one last time.

Fatboy just smirked and left via the back dope entrance into the alley,
making sure he definitely wasn't seen during his dubious exit. Mick
straightened his shirt out and allowed his cock to soften further before he
left the room, but as soon as he closed the door behind him he was met with
a familiar face "Max? What do you want?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"We've got a problem..." Max said "I need to talk to you, privately..."


TO BE CONTINUED