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This story is based on characters in the UK soap Hollyoaks. It is a work of pure fiction. Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that the characters or the actors who play them are gay. I don't know anything about their true sexualities. The characters and the show are trademarks of and copyright Channel 4.
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PART TWO -- JOHN-PAUL & JOSH
Josh had just had the fuck of his life in the classroom, the sexy Mr Owen having stapled him by the tie to a desk and then bent him over and pumped him full of his thick manhood. They had narrowly escaped from being caught by the rest of his class and for the rest of the day his heart had been racing from the afternoon's events (see "Hollyoaks: Extra Tuition" on Nifty).
Then the following week, he and Ste had gone over to Mr Owen's for some "extra tuition" – where Russ had taken it in turns to fuck both boys. Josh's arsehole was becoming a regular plaything for Russ Owen. It's not that Josh was complaining about this, not in the slightest, but there were plenty of other lads in Hollyoaks that he wanted inside him.
That evening, he'd gone to the Dog to look for his brother but was told by Darren that Rhys had left with John-Paul. So he'd wondered over to John-Paul's house and found that the door had been left on the latch. Cautiously he stepped inside and called hello but there was no reply. He heard the sound of music from upstairs so he slowly climbed the stairs and found a bedroom door slightly ajar with light emanating from it and voices laughing, so someone was clearly in.
John-Paul was just about to speak when the bedroom door opened. The boys looked up in shock at the figure standing in the doorway.
"Josh!" muttered Rhys, trembling as he scrambled to try and pull John-Paul's bedcovers over his butt naked lower half.
Josh couldn't believe what he was seeing. "What's going on?" he asked sternly.
It wasn't often Rhys was lost for words. But then again it wasn't often he was caught by his younger brother, lying on another lad's bed with his pants down and a dildo next to them. Luckily John-Paul was quicker off the mark than he was.
"Rhys spilt beer all over himself, the clumsy idiot," laughed John-Paul.
But Josh wasn't convinced. "So he had to take his pants off?"
"I was fuckin soaked mate!" said Rhys, thankful to John-Paul for his quick-thinking. But Josh wasn't just some kid who could be fobbed off with a story. Seeing Rhys' jeans lying on the floor next to the bed, he picked them up to inspect them.
"Don't seem very wet to me," he said. Neither John-Paul nor Rhys could come up with an explanation for this, but Josh didn't give them a chance to – he just shot the boys a disapproving look, then left the room, walked down the stairs and went home.
Josh found it difficult to sleep that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had witnessed in John-Paul's bedroom and couldn't stop picturing Rhys on the bed with his cock out. It was more than obvious what had gone on, as he'd noticed Rhys' T-shirt covered in what was unmistakeably cum. He wasn't really sure which part bothered him the most. But if he was honest, what it all boiled down to was jealousy. When he saw his brother lying there, pants off and cock on display... he wanted to be the one lying next to him. Playing with that cock. Getting it hard. Making it drip with precum. Licking it up and down. Taking it in his mouth. Getting a taste of his brother's erection. Josh tried to snap himself out of his incestuous thoughts, but it was no good – his hand had found its way into his boxers and was gently stroking his pulsing erection. Soon he had his hand cupped tightly around his hard meat and was wanking furiously at the thought of what John-Paul and Rhys must have got up to, until he shot a huge load over his smooth stomach. He felt dirty at having wanked over his brother, but the day's sexual shenanigans at Mr Owen's and this bedtime wank had finally tired him out, and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.
The next morning, there was an awkward silence between Josh and Rhys at breakfast. "You two had a falling out?" enquired Mrs Ashworth.
"The only thing that's been falling out is Rhys's dick, from his boxers," thought Josh. "No," they both replied quickly in harmony. The woman eyed the boys suspiciously but knew better than to delve further into the matter. As soon as she left the room, Rhys took the opportunity to try and clear the air.
"Look, mate–" he began, but Josh cut him off.
"Rhys, I don't wanna know what you get upto with other lads!"
"But nothing happened!" he protested.
"Course not," said Josh, raising his eyebrows, and then he got up and left the room, leaving Rhys frustrated and trying to figure out more ways to convince his brother he wasn't gay, because this one sure as hell wasn't working. He got out his phone and typed a text to John-Paul.
"Is Josh in?" asked John-Paul when Mrs Ashworth answered the door. "Yeah he's in his room love, go on up," she replied politely. John-Paul made his way up the stairs and knocked on Josh's door. "Come in," came the reply.
Josh was sat on his bed, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, and strumming his guitar.
"Alright mate?" smiled John-Paul, a little nervously.
"Alright," replied Josh, somewhat surprised to see him.
John-Paul closed the door behind him. "Writing a new tune then?"
"Trying to," came the reply.
"Cool," said John-Paul. "Look, about yesterday–"
But Josh cut him off. "Did Rhys tell you to come over? To try and get you to convince me that nothing happened?"
John-Paul was silent for a moment, then smiled. There was no use pretending. "Yeah."
"Look, I'm not stupid mate. I know what I saw. Anyway, so you and Rhys did... you know, whatever... It's none of my business."
John-Paul realised he should credit Josh with some intelligence and decided there was no point lying to him. "You're smarter than you look," smiled John-Paul.
"Er, thanks, I think." And Josh returned the smile.
"So you're OK about it?"
"Yeah man, it's no big deal. Anyway we've all done stuff we shouldn't have."
"What, even you?" joked John-Paul.
"Well let's just say I'm not some sweet innocent kid like everyone thinks I am!" said Josh. "You're not the only one who's been with someone you shouldn't have!"
"What, so you've kissed my sister behind the bike sheds?" said John-Paul with a snigger.
"I've done a lot more than that, mate," smiled Josh.
"Err, I don't wanna know about what you and Michaela have got upto!"
"Not with her you idiot!"
"Oh yeah, who with then?" asked John-Paul, with renewed curiosity.
Josh just chuckled. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
"Try me," urged John-Paul.
Josh stopped to think for a moment. He'd been dying to tell someone about his fuck sessions with Mr Owen and Ste. And out of everyone it was probably John-Paul that he could trust the most. Not least because he now had something on John-Paul too.
"You've gotta promise it stays between me and you, right? This can't get out."
"I promise," said John-Paul, now awaiting Josh's revelation literally with bated breath.
"Right well," began Josh, instinctively dropping his voice a touch. "You know Mr Owen?"
"Russ?" asked John-Paul, obviously expecting someone a little closer to Josh's age and who wasn't his teacher.
"He fucked me in the classroom last week!"
John-Paul took this information in for a moment, and then let out a little chuckle. "Yeah, I had my little schoolboy fantasies when I was at school! There was this one teacher I had the biggest crush on."
"It's not a fantasy!" said Josh, slightly annoyed that John-Paul would think that it was. "He fucked me!"
"You and Russ Owen?" said John-Paul, with a sarcastic look on his face.
"I swear to you!"
"OK, whatever," smiled John-Paul, clearly still not buying it.
"See, you're just like the rest, you just think I'm this innocent little kid!"
"Look, mate," began John-Paul, in a more apologetic tone. "I just–"
But Josh didn't give him the chance to finish the sentence. He didn't know what made him do it, but it was a sudden urge and a split second decision; he grabbed John-Paul and forced his lips on his. John-Paul was completely thrown by Josh's actions but opened his mouth to let Josh's tongue in. Josh kissed him hard, tenderly and passionately. One hand softly caressing John-Paul's neck and the other on his chest, he continued to let his lips and tongue work their magic, and by the time it completely registered to John-Paul what was going on, he could clearly tell that Josh wasn't quite the innocent 16-year-old he'd imagined him to be. He was kissing like a man, not a boy.
Eventually Josh broke away. John-Paul couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "Wow," he whispered.
Josh smiled. "Still think I'm that innocent little kid?"
"No, most definitely not!" John-Paul conceded.
"I've grown up in, uh... more ways than one," Josh winked, and with that he started moving his hands up John-Paul's thigh, to where he could clearly see there was a sizeable bulge.
But John-Paul grabbed his hand and moved it away. "Look, I really should get going."
"But I haven't finished showing you how grown up I am yet!"
"Your mum's downstairs!"
"And?"
"And, you know... she's just... she could..." John-Paul was stuttering his words.
"Shut up," smiled Josh, and with a gentle blow to John-Paul's chest, pushed him down on the bed, again taking him by surprise. John-Paul stopped resisting and soon Josh was lying on top of him, their tongues wrestled in another kiss, their bodies grinding against each other's and both boys' hard-ons rubbing achingly against the other through their jeans. John-Paul was running his hands through Josh's hair, pulling him in as close as he could. Then his hands slid down Josh's back and under his hoodie, and as he made to pull it off, they boys broke away from the kiss and wasted little time in shedding each other's tops. They continued to snog hungrily, grinding their now topless bodies against each other. John-Paul's hands found their way to Josh's perfect arse, and squeezed and groped it through his jeans, before slipping his hands underneath. Josh moaned into John-Paul's mouth as his hands caressed the flesh of his buttocks.
As much as he was enjoying John-Paul's touch, he wanted to explore his new mate's body. His lips moved away from John-Paul's face, slowly across to his neck, then down his chest, that sexy, smooth, toned chest, stopping at his nipples, taking each one in turn as he licked them and sucked at them, John-Paul moaning his appreciation. Josh continued cockwards, licking his way down his stomach and the tiny blonde hairs that made up a sexy treasure trail into his pubes. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, so that John-Paul was now lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of tight white Calvin Kleins, the outline of a big hard cock clearly visible through them. Josh got to work on these Calvins, softly biting down on John-Paul's rock hard shaft through the soft white material. "Mmmmm," came John-Paul's approval.
But Josh was aching for the real thing and couldn't hold out much longer. As he reached under the elastic and pulled down the sexy boxers, John-Paul's cock sprang into view, the head already glistening appetisingly with precum. Josh wasted no time in tasting the sticky liquid, licking it off hungrily, before taking the whole tool in his mouth and getting to work. John-Paul closed his eyes and moaned softly, loving the feel of young Josh's lips tighten around his throbbing cock. Judging by how easily he was managing to deep throat him, it was clear the boy was no amateur when it came to cock sucking!
Josh's own cock was aching for attention, and he undid his jeans and pulled it out, wanking himself while he continued to pleasure John-Paul. But he decided it was time his mate returned the favour, and he pulled his jeans and boxers right off so that both boys were completely naked, and slid up the bed so that he was knelt above John-Paul's shoulders.
"Your turn, big boy," smiled Josh, as he pressed his cock against John-Paul's lips. Without needing any more encouragement, John-Paul pursed his lips apart and let Josh penetrate his mouth. He grabbed Josh's arse cheeks and pulled himself closer.
"Mmmm, yeah, suck it," whispered Josh, as his cock moved in and out of John-Paul's mouth, his nose pushing right into Josh's pubes with every thrust. John-Paul squeezed and caressed Josh's bare buttocks, gently kneading the soft flesh, and then sliding his hand down his arse crack. Josh instinctively spread his legs a little, as John-Paul's finger found his arsehole and slipped inside, making the boy let out an involuntary gasp. Soon John-Paul had two, then three fingers inside him, fingering his tight, wet hole in rhythm to sucking his cock.
Josh was loving having his hole played with while his cock was being sucked, this double pleasure was driving him crazy. But there was one thing he wanted most of all. Because as expertly as John-Paul was fingering him, fingers were still no substitute for that big fat knob which was still lying pressed flat against John-Paul's sexy stomach, hard as ever, the shaft still glistening wet with Josh's saliva, ready and waiting for action.
"I need you inside me," whispered Josh, and in doing so, slid back down his mate's body and positioned himself above his groin.
"My pleasure," smiled John-Paul, pulling his cock upwards for Josh to sit on. Wriggling around, Josh finally found the tip of that cock being pressed against his hole, and slowly he sat down onto it, letting it gently slide up inside him.
He let out a huge gasp as his sphincter tightened around John-Paul's erection and a wave of that strange mix of pleasure and pain pulsated through his body. He rose again and then came back down, gradually building up speed and rhythm, until he was riding John-Paul at a steady pace. John-Paul had his hands all over Josh's body, rubbing his chest and his nipples, while his balls slapped up and down on John-Paul's neatly trimmed blonde pubes. Josh took John-Paul's hand and moved it down to his cock; he took the hint and, placing his grip firmly around the teenager's erection, started wanking him in time to the fucking.
As John-Paul wanked him harder and faster, this made Josh speed up even more to somehow keep up the rhythm, and soon the boys were fucking and wanking frantically, both panting heavily. And then, before Josh knew it, he was shooting his load all over John-Paul's naked torso, first covering his chest and then his stomach with spurt after spurt of his hot teenage spunk. The sight of Josh cumming all over him was enough to send John-Paul over the edge too, and he too started emptying his balls, deep inside Josh, load after load, until he felt it dribbling out of his mate's arse and down into his pubes.
The boys stayed in position for a few moments, smiling at each other and trying to get their breaths back, when a sudden knock at the door startled them.
"Cup of tea boys?" came Mrs Ashworth's voice from behind the door.
"No, thanks!" they shouted out in unison.
"D'you think she heard us?" whispered a worried John-Paul as the woman's footsteps faded away and down the stairs.
"Nah," smiled Josh, and kissed his new fuck buddy.
Josh was sat in bed. With a big grin on his face, he pressed the Stop button on the snazzy new camcorder he'd got for his birthday. Ste was sat next to him. "I don't fuckin' believe it!" he said. "You and John-Paul!"
"Told you I'd shag him," smiled Josh.
"Rewind it," said Ste excitedly. "I wanna see that bit again where you force your cock in his mouth!"
Josh obliged, and as the boys again watched the secretly filmed replay of his sexual encounter with John-Paul, he had a sudden brilliant idea. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it earlier. He knew exactly what he was going to secretly film next :-)