Coronation Street belongs to ITV. I am not profiting on any of this - my story is just for fun. Nor does my story say anything about the actors playing these characters, or have any bearing on real life.
Read only if you're 18 or older.
Happy New Year. And if you like this, give me some ideas and I'll try to work them in.
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It was another average day in the Rovers. Liz McDonald readjusted her short skirt as she awkwardly flirted with ginger god Gary Windass on the other side of the bar. Smooth-talking Aidan Connor let a visiting lass rub his head for luck in exchange for a free pint...and a cheeky kiss. Daddy supremes and BFFs Kevin Webster and Tim Metcalfe commiserated over women troubles and how much they lost on the football match. Lean and freshly tanned David Platt stewed in the corner, arms crossed, slouching. Baby-faced Todd Grimshaw, who'd gone from idealistic student to unwitting gay rights crusader to bitchy queen, and was now somewhere in the middle, supped with his big (in more ways than one) brother Jason, who was watching former best mate Gary and occasionally tugging at the crotch of his painted-on blue jeans.
Nothing out of the ordinary...until the pub doors opened.
"YOU!!!" David shouted, launching himself at the new arrival with fists of fury until older brother Nick yanked him back, restraining the out of control younger man as best he could.
"Nice to see a warm welcome," the man winked.
"New year...old me," he added, ignoring Liz's shrieking about being barred while he stared at himself in a shiny tabletop.
He'd trimmed his hair - kept the light beard - and yeah, maybe dyed away a little of the grey for vanity purposes, but he was still the same man. Even better, thanks to the prison gym. His soulful, piercing brown eyes were the perfect match to his offbeat but strikingly handsome face and a nose he liked to say had "character," but had actually been broken once...probably twice if he didn't leave here soon.
"Nice to meet you," he said to the fascinated visiting lass as he extended his hand. "Name's Rob Connor."
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It took about five minutes for Gary to bounce him from the pub, but then, Rob hadn't resisted. He hadn't wanted to actually drink in that tatty old place anyway. Just wanted to make an entrance.
He made sure to squeeze Gary's world-renowned trouser snake before Gary moved away.
"Tina has good taste," Rob smirked, licking the blood from his mouth at David's punch. "Oh wait..." he leered at her various exes Gary, Jason and David, "I mean HAD."
Todd jumped between him and the furious men that time.
"He's not worth it!" Todd cried out, inadvertently placing his nicely chunky backside against Rob's ample crotch...and not moving away when Rob "accidentally" ground into him a few times.
"He killed our Tina, Todd!" Jason shouted back, hoarsely. "Why you defendin' 'im?"
Rob rolled his eyes. He hadn't MEANT to kill her - well, he had, actually, but she was stupid and annoying, and it wasn't anything half the Street hadn't wanted to do.
"Because I don't want ya to end up taking his place in the cells!" Todd yelled back, loyal to his brother.
Any further arguing was interrupted by Tracy Barlow, Rob's ex, recently royally stitched up by him, destroying her relationship with the other (and in Rob's book, uglier - although he was quite classically handsome, Rob had to admit) Robert in her life, Robert Preston. Rob wondered where he was.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" Tracy screeched, getting a good slap in before Todd held her back as well. "Why? Why are you here? Nobody wants you! Go to HELL!"
Rob laughed.
"I'm pretty sure I'm already there, 'Tracy Luv.'"
"You're supposed to be rotting away!" she shrieked as she elbowed Todd in the ribs, going for another slap before Rob grabbed her arms.
"You mean like you were, murderer?" he taunted, ignoring her as she spat in his face. "I got off. Just like you did. And you're always so good at getting off, aren't ya?"
Todd grabbed her again, earning her fury.
"Think o'Amy -" he said.
"Just shut up! I know your type. You want a leg over, you pervert!"
She gave him a slap to match Rob's before storming off, swearing vengeance.
Rob winked at Todd as he rubbed his sore cheek. Todd said nothing back, but Rob could see the desire in his own brown eyes.
"You're pathetic," Jason managed one last time as the men went back inside, Todd somewhat reluctantly joining them.
It was Aidan's turn now, looking at Rob with sad puppy eyes that almost made him feel bad about his games. Almost.
"Just go, Rob."
Aidan had grown up from the cocky young lad Rob remembered. He'd filled out, with tats and a nicely toned, hairy chest straining under his tieless, white dress shirt.
"I know something you don't know," he sing-songed - the "something" being that Rob's sister, and Aidan's cousin, Carla, was actually Aidan's sister, via Aidan's sanctimonious father Johnny.
"I don't have time for this," Aidan said, walking away to alert the various Connor cult.
Rob watched his pert backside in snug, shiny charcoal trousers, hoping to get to know his cuz a little better. But that was for another time.
He quickly made his way to Carla's flat building, getting inside the main building as she'd never bothered to change the passcode.
He was going to pick the lock, but fortunately for him, she'd left it half-open. He crept inside, finding a closet to hide in when he heard voices.
His wish for some blackmail material from his dear old sister-cousin was more than granted as he saw her hurriedly putting on her blouse and skirt.
"Have ta go," she said, panicked. "He got out. Can't believe it."
"It's going to be fine. Just calm down," the man with her said, pausing her panic for a deep kiss.
Rob bit on his hand to stop his chuckles as he recognized the voice. It was the other Rob - Robert, Tracy's ex-twice-over.
He leaned out of the closet just enough to not get caught, setting up his mobile to record.
It was even better than he'd expected, as Robert was stark naked. Rob licked his lips at the smooth barrel chest, muscular thighs, and horse meat that came in around 9 inches and thick as a beer bottle. No wonder the ladies loved him. Rob wanted a go himself.
"Can't keep doin' this," Carla broke away, sitting down as Robert put on his clothes.
"I know," Robert replied, kissing her again, a long kiss that made Rob shove his finger down his throat, before he left.
Rob waited about 10 minutes to make sure he was gone.
"I'm comin' out," he said, loudly, laughing as he heard the broken glass from the kitchen.
"I'm callin' the police," Carla hissed, glaring at him.
"For what? I haven't escaped...and you left your door open."
Carla visibly deflated as she knew he had her...and as she saw the image on his phone.
"You do have good taste, sis," avoiding her as she lunged to get it away from him. "I've already saved it someplace special."
"What do you want?" she cried.
"I don't wanna hurt ya," he said, being honest.
"Too late."
He rolled his eyes at the dramatics.
"I just want some cash. If ya haven't gambled it all away."
That got him another slap, one he knew he deserved.
"Don't even think about going back to the factory."
Rob shook his head.
"Those Connors are contagious. I'm fine living in luxury while I figure out what to do next."
As she handed him a huge wad of money, he looked at her mobile.
"Sis, just one more thing..."
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Todd wasn't even sure how Rob had gotten his number, even less sure why he'd agreed to meet him. He told himself it was to plead Tracy's case, or warn him off, but as soon as he opened the door to the gorgeous suite, he had his answer.
Rob was stretched out on the leather sofa...completely naked. He was gorgeous - tight pecs dusted with hair, flat stomach, runner's thighs, well-trimmed bush encircling 7 and a half inches of dickmeat, just thick enough to be a mouthful, but not enough to break your jaw on.
"Like what ya see? Wait - you don't need to answer."
Todd blushed at the obvious hardness in his black skinny jeans as he closed the door.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he said.
"Of course you shouldn't," Rob smirked, stroking himself and kneading the fat, smooth-shaved eggs dangling below his plump shaft. "That's why it's so hot."
"W-What about Tracy?" Todd whined as he began to remove his top.
"Fuck Tracy," Rob sneered, at least enjoying Todd's deliciously pale, smooth flesh, eager to get his hands and teeth on Todd's belly. "Then again, I already have. Can't say as I recommend it."
When Todd got close enough, Rob grabbed the back of his head, mussing up the gelled, dark locks with a passionate kiss.
Todd reluctantly moved away to start kissing a path between Rob's chest muscles, groaning over the light fur as Rob shoved a hand in his jeans.
"Get that nice and ready," Rob whispered as Todd took a long lick up his shaft before peeling the tight foreskin back for a closer taste. "And I'll get you nice and ready."
He did as promised, slowly peeling off Todd's tight denim and planting Todd's fat arse on his eager mouth.
"Oh Go...haven't done this in a-a-a-ges," Todd sputtered as he felt the facial hair scratching at his twitching hole. Rob just dove right in. Todd had been a huge slut in London, but rarely saw the same action around here...and was getting too old to have much luck on Canal Street. He'd forgotten what good sex felt like.
Rob carried him to the bed, rolling around the freshly washed sheets with him as his lube-slicked fingers worked Todd open further.
"So good," he said as he got Todd on all fours and began to pump into him.
"You learn this in prison?" Todd managed to ask mid-fuck, chewing on the pillowcase.
Rob laughed as he slapped Todd's cheeks, watching them jiggle.
"Learned this on the streets."
He flipped Todd over, shoving every inch deep inside to hear the shocked scream, holding Todd's arms above his head.
"Remember this, Todd..." he said, slapping of thighs against thighs as he put Todd's legs on his shoulders. "They're always gonna think the worst of ya. Why not say 'sod it' and have fun?"
Todd could only reply with a broken moan as his fat cock dribbled steady pre-cum.
"Give it here," Rob demanded, leaning down mid-thrust to lick Todd's mushroom head.
Todd whimpered into the sweat-stained pillow, shooting his load down Rob's throat and soon trickling onto his thighs and stomach as Rob kept up the plowing.
"Just...just go through 'em all..." he leaned over to whisper in Todd's ear as he pistoned to the last moments before losing it, holding Todd's shaft in his hand to wank out the last of his load. "David...Gazza...Tim...Nicky...even your brother."
The last part sent a fresh spurt of cum coursing through Todd's dick, his arse muscles clamping down on Rob, leaving Rob to sink his teeth into Todd's shoulder as he emptied his wad into the hungry bottom.
They laid there for a minute, Rob kissing Todd and keeping him sweet, Todd looking at him starry-eyed and ashamed.
"Go start up the shower for us," Rob ordered, slowly pulling out of the wobbly man, smacking his fat arse one last time as he did as told.
"This is just the start," Rob said to himself, grinning and licking the cum off his fingers. "Just the start."