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Liam Connor had had more than he could take of that bitch Carla. Not only was she his sister-in-law, but she'd carried a torch for him that burned brighter than the Olympics themselves. Then when he'd finally given in to her schemes, just once or twice, he decided to go back to his wife. Carla then declared war on him and was pressuring him to sell his share in their knicker factory.
Fortunately, the wicked witch had gone on a business trip for a few days. Liam was left alone to run the factory. Not technically alone. Carla's fiancee Tony Gordon had stayed behind to do her bidding.
Both men had dark features, moody brown eyes, Tony with wavy, close-cropped black hair to offset Liam's slightly shaggier brown 'do. Liam had a lanky body, while Tony preferred a bulkier form. Liam's jovial grin masked pure fire, while Tony's smug sneer masked a barely contained inferiority complex. Tony's recent bike accident had only ratcheted his insecurities up further.
They'd stopped into the Rovers for a few drinks.
"Lucky sod, ya got a week away from both your old ladies'" barman Steve smirked at Liam. "Maybe Carla and Maria've run off together?
His girlfriend (and Liam's sister) Michelle thumped Steve's nearest shoulder.
"Leave your fantasies out of this!"
Steve smirked at her.
"You're the star of all my fantasies, dearest."
Just as they finished bantering, Liam noticed that a tipsy Tony was leaning much too hard on one brace.
"Oi!" Liam cried as he ran over in time to catch Tony before he fell.
Tony and Liam briefly locked eyes, the intensity in those brown pools startling both men. Tony felt so heavy in Liam's arms, but the embrace also seemed strangely natural.
"Let me pay for that..." Tony slurred in his drunken Scottish brogue.
Michelle waved him off, advising Liam to take Tony home. When a dazed Liam didn't hear her, she threw a bar rag in his face.
"Huh? Alright...let's go, Gordon."
As they were both more than a little drunk, Liam opted against making the drive to Tony and Carla's penthouse flat. Instead he walked down the street to his temporarily empty home. Tony's alcohol-laden breath was heavy on Liam's neck as he helped Tony hobble towards the building.
"Just let me get my keys," Liam paused.
"I can help," Tony offered, abruptly shoving a hand down one of Liam's jeans pockets. Liam hissed as Tony's hand very awkwardly fumbled around the tight compartment, making far too much contact with Liam's cock. Of all the days to skip underwear. Liam bit back a moan when Tony squeezed the fat cockhead in his grasp.
"Didn't find the keys..found somethin' though..." Tony giggled.
Liam managed to get the door open and helped get Tony upstairs.
"You can have my bed."
Tony laughed as he threw his braces across the room with a great crash.
"Need somebody to snuggle with, do you?"
He fell forwards into Liam's arms. Their breath caught at the same time.
"I-I can see why Carla loves you so much," Tony suddenly said.
The pain in those words simultaneously broke Liam's heart and made him press his lips to Tony's sexy mouth.
Tony opened his mouth, allowing entrance for Liam's hungry tongue. Their stubble set off sparks as Tony's large hands explored Liam's chest and arms. Liam quickly lifted his sweater and white t-shirt over his head. As Tony began kissing Liam's chest, the dark, thin furrows of hair brushing against his cheek, Liam ripped open Tony's white dress shirt. Both men shuddered, Liam at the feel of the stubble scraping his nipples, Tony at the rough sensation of Liam pinching his nipples and running his short nails down Tony's toned, smooth pecs and six-pack.
Their pants tangled around their ankles as they fell onto the bed. The blue jeans and tight grey slacks were quickly shoved to the floor along with their shoes.
"Can't shag a guy who's wearing socks," Tony laughed as he yanked off Liam's brown socks.
Liam moaned as Tony began sucking his toes, running his tongue in the grooves between each of the five digits. Liam used his free foot to knead Tony's heavy ball sac and milk his thick, seven and a half inches. The dirty cheshire cat grin on Tony's face as he relished swallowing Liam to the root made Liam wonderjust how many other blokes Tony had shagged.
Judging by the way Tony deep-throated Liam's slender eight inches, the answer may have been quite a few. Tony gagged briefly on the curve which caused Liam's conquests a momentary pause, but soon got the hang of it.
Liam was content to stroke his chest, occasionally pet Tony's hair, and enjoy the expertise, but Tony soon turned his body to a 69 position.
Liam felt the large nuts dangling over his eyes, savoring the undiluted smell of man as he tentatively let his tongue slide inside Tony's foreskin. He pulled the protective covering back, tasting a tangy drop of pre-cum on his lips.
He ran long, sloppy licks up Tony's fat cock, from crown to testicles. The vein at the base of Tony's girth pulsated with the same intensity Tony so often exhibited.
Tony groaned around Liam's manhood as Liam took the first few inches into his mouth. Liam did an adequate job, but Tony wanted something more. He repositioned himself to allow his muscular globes to straddle Liam's face.
Liam instinctively spread those diamond-hard cheeks and flicked at the pucker currently teasing his blurry vision. As he added a finger to his tongue work, Tony whimpered around Liam's cock.
The friction just made Liam edge even closer to his orgasm. Sensing Liam's urgency, Tony added a few of his own fingers to Liam's ministrations.
Finally, he rolled onto his stomach, his firm backside jutting into the air.
"Fuck me," he barked.
Liam didn't have to be told twice. He got on his knees, lining his painfully hard cock up to Tony's hole. Most women never dreamt of letting him fuck up the arse. The few times he'd managed to convince them, the tightness had been so overwhelming that Liam had barely gotten in before he was done.
Tony wasn't quite as tight. He was just the right balance between sloppy and spinstery.
"I think I know what you were up to in China," Liam smirked, smacking Tony's arse as he began to slip more and more of himself inside Tony's hole.
Tony didn't bother to disagree. He pushed himself back further onto Liam's flesh weapon. Liam clenched his teeth at the abrupt shift in power. Tony was fucking himself. Liam decided to give him a good plowing, just to remind him who was in charge. His thrusts grew sharp and fast, violent stabs that Tony was more than a match for.
Liam had always had to be so careful and so delicate and sweet, especially with Maria. Even with Carla, he'd held back. Tony was like him -- totally and completely a man. He could take anything Liam had to give, and quite a bit more.
Liam grabbed a tuft of Tony's dark hair and yanked his back, smashing their mouths together as one hand steadied itself on Tony's hip and the other rapidly fisted Tony's thick, stammering cock.
"Fuck me, you bastard..."
"Even Carla was tighter than you," Liam rasped in Tony's ear, relishing in Tony's wolflike cries of agony at those words. He sank his teeth into Tony's neck, leaving scars for his rival and lover to explain away for the foreseeable future.
All too soon, he felt Tony's cock stutter and sputter, spraying into his hand as he came a river of seed. His anal ring clenched around Liam's invading shaft. The pressures were too much for Liam. As he wiped Tony's cum into that broad, hairless chest, he shot a huge load into Tony's manhole.
He collapsed on top of Tony, too exhausted to pull out. Tony was too tired to bother to ask.
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The next morning, the sounds of a Girls Aloud ring tone woke Liam up. It was Maria, nattering on about something her brother had done. Liam was too busy staring at Tony's naked, cum-covered body to pay attention. Fuck, did Tony look gorgeous splayed out on Liam's bed. Liam wanted to take a bite out of that arse.
"See ya soon," Liam said as Maria finally finished talking to herself.
Swallowing hard, he smacked Tony's ass hard.
"Time to get up."
Tony rolled over, exposing his morning wood.
"Guess you've already taken care of that," Liam noted sarcastically.
Tony held his head, the sharp stabs of pain distracting him from just exactly where he was.
He sat bolt upright when the memories started to flood in.
"Oh God...we...and I...no, no way in hell did I..."
He looked down at the dry streaks of cum marking his chest and midsection.
Before Liam could respond, Tony's eyes darkened and his face turned into a mask.
"This never happened, Liam."
Liam didn't bother to respond.
"Did you hear me? Never."
Liam rolled his eyes.
"Not exactly something I'm gonna tell my buddies durin' a darts match, is it?"
He stroked his cock absentmindedly. The sight of the masturbation made Tony's cock involuntarily jump.
"Looks like you're ready for more."
Tony turned bright red.
"I need to get back to my place before work."
He stood up from the bed. Unfortunately, he got to his feet a bit too quickly, and his leg injury plus the uncomfortable positions he'd twisted himself into the night before kicked in.
Liam caught him in time.
"I think we've been here before," Liam grinned.
"Oh fuck it," Tony responded, shoving his tongue down Liam's throat.
Needless to say, the factory opened up late that morning.