Thank you for the positive comments on chapter 2. I've been busy lately and haven't updated yet, my apologies. Any ideas you have for future chapters, let me know.
See the first chapter for disclaimers (this is just fiction, the characters are the property of ITV, don't read this if you aren't 18 or age of majority, etc.)
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Marcus wasn't upset about his breakup with Sean because he had any great feelings for Sean. He'd wanted to be in a relationship, wake up to someone each morning, but increasingly he had wondered if holding a pillow between his legs was a better idea. Sean was very insecure, very silly, and believed the worst of Marcus. Of course, Marcus actually had cheated on Sean, but not the time Sean thought he'd cheated. So Marcus was upset about being accused of cheating with the wrong person...or something like that. At least he could say that the afternoon he'd spent getting his hole drilled by Tony Gordon was to help Sean get his job back. What had Sean ever done for him?
And Sean had even tried to cheat on him with Liam's goofy-looking cousin Tom, who was always gurning and trying to play the hard man. What really annoyed Marcus was that people kept saying how much HE looked like Tom. Maybe if he were left out in the sun for a few years.
Marcus had already punched Tom once and as Tom walked towards him, he was highly tempted to do so again.
"I just wanted to say..." an apologetic-looking Tom began.
"You can shove it!" Marcus yelled, spittle flying in Tom's direction.
Tom's sympathetic features quickly turned to a massive sneer.
"Sean told me the same thing last night..." Tom smirked.
Marcus lunged at the smug Connor cousin, but Tom was too quick, and soon had Marcus by the waist. Marcus tried to break free, but when he turned, his perky backside came into contact with the large bulge encased in Tom's slim black jeans.
Marcus gasped, and, forgetting they were in the middle of the street, took Tom's half-hard throbber in his hands.
"Your kind always want the same thing," Tom boasted. "We're gonna get arrested for...something. C'mon."
He hurriedly opened the door to the home he shared with Liam and Liam's wife, knowing they'd gone out of town to see Maria's parents.
It was Tom's turn to lunge at Marcus, violently kissing him as his hands ripped away Marcus' tight green t-shirt. Marcus had expect some type of taunting or "I'm not a poof" disclaimers, but Tom was putting his mouth to far better uses. He whimpered as Marcus bit his nipples, sliding his tongue down until those large teeth sank into Marcus' navel, the tongue sliding inside his belly button.
Marcus slipped out of his jeans, throwing his head back as Tom mouthed the outline of his cock through his tightie whities, Tom's saliva joining the healthy dose of pre-cum.
As Tom pulled Marcus' briefs down, Marcus dared to hope for a blow job, but instead, Tom shoved him over the arm of the sofa.
"You were very rude to me...I don't think you deserve a prezzie. Maybe if you ask very, very nicely later on."
Marcus was indignant at Tom's arrogance, but once he felt his firm butt cheeks being spread, the stubble scraping his hole, the long tongue effortlessly gliding into his twitching entrance, Marcus was too busy moaning to complain.
Marcus felt a finger join that golden tongue, soon joined by another, then another. When the fourth began to press against his stuffed chute, he began to wonder just what he was being prepped for.
His answer arrived at the same time as he screamed into the nearest throw pillow. Whatever Tom had between his legs, it was the longest, fattest monster Marcus could recall gracing his bumhole. He was being split in two. Yet with all that blind agony, there was something in the background, an ever-increasing sense of fullness, and being complete. Marcus considered himself versatile, but Marcus had taken great pride in his bottoming over the years, and knew this was the greatest challenge he'd faced in some time. As he backed up onto the last few inches of Tom's flesh beast, he signaled that he was more than ready.
Marcus could feel the hem of Tom's loud Hawaiian shirt rubbing against his bare flesh, the denim of Tom's jeans scraping against his naked hips. The contrast between fully clothed and fully naked only set Marcus off all the more as his rock-hard cock chafed against the leather sofa cushion.
Tom began slowly pistoning in and out of Marcus' milky way, his sweat dripping onto his pulsating boner, furthering the glue which bound them men together. He occasionally leaned over to lick the sweat from Marcus' neck, punctuated with hard, randomly timed smacks against Marcus' peachy globes.
"Fuck me Tom...get that donkey dick so far I can taste it in my throat..." Marcus hissed, violently wanking himself as his hands glued themselves to the slick sofa.
"Oh, I see, you're one of those bitchy bottoms, huh?" Tom taunted, pulling his cock out, agonizing inch by delicious inch, leaving Marcus an incoherent mess, only to slam back in at the last possible second.
"Please Tom, please...please...don't stop..."
Tom knew this was the sweetest revenge he could have ever had for that punch Marcus had landed on his kisser. The mere thought of Marcus being his bitch was enough to send him over the edge. Instinctively, Marcus clamped down on his throbbing hardness. Tom let out a mixture of a war cry and a jester's laugh as volley after volley of his seed was planted in Marcus' fertile ground.
Marcus tremored as his own pent-up load coated his lightly furred chest, stomach, and the couch beneath him.
Tom slowly pulled free of Marcus, covering his neck in gentle kisses, turning him around to lick the semen from his belly and share it with his new lover's eager tongue.
When they stopped kissing and Marcus finally had a few moments to catch his breath, he began to pull at Tom's shirt.
"What have you got to hide? I feel like a huge slag when I'm bare-arsed and you're dressed to the nines."
"You ARE a huge slag," Tom smirked, giving in and lifting his shirt over his head. Marcus' soft brown eyes went wide as the pure muscle chest of the lanky man now half-naked before him.
Tom greeted Marcus' naked approval with a grateful, yet somewhat bashful grin. He smacked his hard stomach with his sticky hand.
"Solid as a rock. I got my cousin as inspiration...he's got such a pot belly on him, reminds me of why I can't let meself go."
He leaned over Marcus again, capturing his succulent lips in a long kiss as he let Marcus push his jeans down to cup his tight backside.
Just as Tom put his head on Marcus' chest, they were doused in a spray of warm beer. The men spluttered and sat upright, greeted by a naked, half-drunk, very annoyed Liam Connor.
"Heard you taking my name in vain...gonna have to do something about that. And it's called payback time."
As Liam jumped at them, the men failed to notice that they were being watched by another, more mysterious party...