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"I just want a shower, alright?!?" the new arrival yelled back at Jason.
Jason looked down, embarrassed at his outburst.
"Soz, mate."
The surprise visitor to what Jason had to remember was a public shower was Luke Britton. Other than their (along with half the men on the street) both dating Maria Connor and sharing a few lads' nights out with Gary, Tyrone, Ches, and the other usual suspects, they didn't really have any history together.
Jason was even more embarrassed to realize that the fuming nostrils and cold, angry eyes of the other man were turning him on, along with the fit brown body on display. Luke was the type of bloke who did light workouts and knew they served him best, and checking out his toned, hairy chest and leanly muscled arms, Jason couldn't argue.
Luke tugged at his length, darker than the rest of him aside from the lighter hue of his head - one of the few men around here Jason knew who wasn't uncut. His balls were bigger and lower-hanging than Jason's, and covered in a light coating of coarse hair. As he walked past Jason, Jason stared at his trim but genetically blessed backside, smooth compared to the rest of his body.
"I hate these fucking showers...they ruin my hair." Luke said, being careful not to get his mini-fro wet.
"Know what ya mean." Jason, who was half-black himself, said, trying to take his mind off how horny he was. He wondered if Zee was still wanking in the locker room. "Hey, did ya see Zeedan 'round?"
Luke, still deep in thought, ignored him.
Jason was tempted to have a pop for rudeness, but he was transfixed by Luke casually masturbating in front of him...wanking his increasingly massive hardon with one hand, massaging his tight, tan globes with the other, spreading his cheeks to apply the soap. Jason couldn't help tugging at his tackle in response, biting his lip to stop the moan of pleasure when he realized from the condition of Luke's crudely exposed hole that he had probably taken a few dicks in his day. Jason hoped he would soon be one more.
Luke finally turned around, still dejected as he soaped up his flat stomach, his long fingers gently sliding up and down in time with the grip on his meat.
"No," he said, like he'd had to search for the word.
Jason felt for him. Clearly something was wrong. He wanted to help him, as a mate, but if Luke wanted more...then he knew at least 8 inches that would get the job done.
He walked over to the same spray Luke was using, hiding his grin when Luke checked out his gym body and plump girth.
"Mate, something's buggin' ya. Wanna have a chat?"
Luke shut off the water, reaching for a towel.
"Nah," he said, hopping on one foot, then the other, giving Jason a prime view of his jiggling, fur-matted cheeks and arsehole as he danced. "Well - maybe. Promise you won't tell anybody."
Jason grunted a yes, barely managing to hide his tower of arousal behind the carefully placed towel in front of his thighs.
Luke changed into his baggy shorts, long dark dick flopping against the white fabric as he put them on. Jason, not wanting to have any obstacles to what he hoped they were about to do, just wore the towel. As they sat on the bench in front of the lockers, he stood for a moment, smiling down at Luke...to be supportive, and also to get confirmation that Luke was checking out his wet stomach and beefy pecs.
"You know - " Luke began, fumbling to get his mobile from his gym bag. "You know my ma...EX-mate, Jamie."
Jason nodded. Jamie was Luke's dodgy mate who'd blackmailed him into illegal drag racing because of dirty movies with his sister Steph. He'd only seen him strutting around the street a few times, but he'd looked just like the bloke who'd been in the news a few years back, causing trouble and killing people in Chester. A face you couldn't trust - even if he was a handsome lad, in a psycho way. Crazy eyes, fuzzy face - bit like a sexy werewolf. He figured a lad like Jamie was cracking in the sack, even if he was probably a choker and a slapper.
He carefully adjusted the towel, pleased when Luke noticed his struggle.
"Yeah, know the feeling," Luke sighed, playing a private e-mail video he'd been sent from some burnoff phone.
It was a dark room, cluttered with weed bowls and beer cans. Jason could hear the sounds, knowing it was obviously a homemade sex tape, one of those people throw on tube sites.
"He's still sendin' you shit with your sister? Pillock." Jason snarled.
Luke shook his head, saying nothing as the light got a bit better.
Jason's mouth fell part-open as he saw Luke, hands held to the headboard, head writhing against the white sheets. A beefy man with a furry, juicy arse and equally hairy, rugby player thighs held him in place, gently biting at his large nose and lips and whispering barely audible filth in his ear.
The lube-slick sounds led Jason's eyes downward to see a real horse cock - probably 10 inches, if Jason had to guess, and not all that thin either - sliding in and out of Luke's hole, Luke's runners' thighs clinging to the thick waist for dear life.
"Look at me." Luke sneered in disgust. "Proper slag."
Jason didn't even bother to stop his towel from sliding to the floor as his fat 8 inches kissed his stomach.
"Did he...did he make ya?" Jason asked, ashamed of his arousal if that were the case.
Luke shook his head, tears in his brown eyes.
"Nah. I wanted him. Just makes me scum. Gettin' buggered by my sister's boyfriend...lovin' every second."
Jason, putting aside his horniness, threw an arm around Luke for support.
"C'mon, mate - just happens," he lied, although it did happen all the time in Weatherfield, "and ain't like you shag all your sister's fellas."
Luke's face darkened further, and Jason felt awkward.
"Oh."
Luke suddenly stood up, defensive, although Jason found himself staring at the massive length bobbing near his face.
"Me an' Andy - we just play around sometimes. Have a few cans...help each other out. That's it. I swear. He loves Steph - I love Maria."
Jason nodded.
"Hey, ya don't haveta convince me, mate."
Andy was like a fucking movie star, or a game show presenter. Oddly enough he also looked like a space cadet from Chester that Jason mostly remembered because his mam had talked about what a fittie he looked when she saw his face on the telly, but he seemed like a nice bloke. He also had an incredible arse. Jason wanted to ask if Luke had ever played with it, but he knew this wasn't the best time.
He couldn't help noticing that with memories of Andy, Luke was stiffening, the hardening pole grazing his cheek.
Horny and needy, he took the risk, gripping the end of Luke's hard cock in his rough builder hands.
"Jase..." Luke hissed, but not stepping away.
"You an' Andy - you do this. Feels good. Right?"
Luke nodded, eyes full of shame, but also need - desire.
Jason ventured a hand to wrap around Luke's supple globes, pulling Luke closer...thumb grazing between his hot cheeks.
"Bet he fucks ya too...don't he?"
Luke nodded again, whimpering as Jason began to stroke his length, paying special attention to the veined underside.
"Sometimes - sometimes I need it."
He looked down at Jason's throbbing knob, currently oozing against the bench.
"Like ya need my cock right now, right Luke? Need me to make yer hole sloppy and full o'jizz?"
The sputtering of pre-cum from Luke's crown was all the answer Jason needed.
As he slipped his dick-sucking lips over Luke's bell-end, he remembered the first time he'd tasted cum - when his old builder boss Charlie Stubbs, feral and rugged with cold dark eyes, had slowly pulled his head down one night after a stag do for somebody Jason couldn't remember anymore. Charlie had the swagger of conquest, and only in nuzzled afterglow, his stubble hot against Jason's smooth, sweaty skin, had he admitted to Jason that the only reason he'd hired him and become his mate was "to feel those lips sliding down my cock." Charlie had taken every cherry Jason had left, too seductive and stubborn to care about Jason's worries that he was going to be just like Todd - another poof. "You're not a poof if you still like pussy," Charlie had encouraged him the first time he'd felt the cool beer bottle circling his virgin hole, the first time he'd felt the swollen flesh slide between his hairy cheeks.
Charlie was long gone, but even though Jason still didn't quite like the taste of cum, he remembered those words.
Luke's wasn't so bad, anyway, and it was worth it to get what he wanted, which was to blow his load up that deep dark hole.
As he opened his throat to manage a few more inches, he put Luke's hand on his crotch, pleased at the grip around his plump shaft, pleased to feel a grip that wasn't his own.
When Luke began playing with Jason's foreskin, he knew he was going to lose it soon, so he somewhat reluctantly removed his mouth from Luke's leaking copper pipe, pointing to his locker.
While Luke went to get the lube, arse cheeks swaying, Jason slowly wanked with one hand and glanced through Luke's mobile with the other. He licked his lips, licked the sweat running down from his forehead, as he saw a shot of Andy sitting on the sofa, dick pointing to his flat stomach, then another shot of Luke impaling himself on it, facing Andy for a deep kiss.
"I like this," he smirked, pointing to the snap of Andy and Luke before spreading his legs, his own length pointing to his stomach. "Let's try it like this, eh lad?"
Luke was too horny to be embarrassed at the lewd snap as he finished spreading the lubricant into his hungry hole, with a quick swipe up Jason's shaft. He began slowly sitting down, his shallow breath hot on Jason's neck and collarbone.
Jason threw his head back, almost forgetting how good it was to have his cock sink into something warm and welcoming, how good sex was, especially dirty, cheap sex like this, with the boyfriend of his ex, in a cruddy gym changing room.
Before Luke began his pistoning, he reached for the jock strap next to them on the bench.
"That was Gary's," Jason breathed into Luke's wet shoulder, leaning back as far as he could to let Luke fuck himself. "Oh yeah." he muttered as Luke put the posing pouch to his own face, smelling the man-sweat, feeling the ginger pubes matted to his skin. "Our Gazza's got a big dick. Wanna see you ride it."
Luke moaned, eyes wide and hole clenched as he clearly imagined Gary fucking him.
"Don't forget about me," Jason joked, with a sharp, groan-inducing jab at Luke's prostate for emphasis.
He rested his wet mop of curls against Luke's lean chest, leaning down to not-so-gently bite at Luke's nipple. As he teased the aroused flesh with his encircled tongue, he cupped Luke's slowly pumping back end, slipping a finger, then two in alongside his full-to-bursting hardness.
He slowly repositioned to have Luke laying against the bench, smiling as Luke's mouth fell open at the cool wood against his bare back. He leaned in for another kiss, a loving, deep one, as deep as his shaft inside Luke's slick man-cunt.
Luke moaned inside Jason's mouth as the top took advantage of the new position to speed up his movements, loud sounds of sweaty thighs connected and disconnected at rapid pace. The cheap, nasty sight of his cum-lubed 8 inches stabbing in and out of the needy hole sent Jason into a full body shudder.
"Wanna cum in ya," Jason mouthed, thrusts sharper and messier.
Luke nodded, eager for the nutrients soon to be coating his insides.
Suddenly Luke's mobile rang.
"FUCK!" both ragged-voiced, fuck-drugged men shouted in unison.
"It's Andy."
Jason's eyes glazed over at the possibilities.
"Answer it," he rasped.
"What if he's with Steph or wit -"
"Ask 'im. Just do it."
Jason punctuated his demand with another sharp thrust, leaving Luke's trembling fingers barely able to answer the phone.
"Andy? Are ya alone?"
Jason pulled all the way to the tip, hairy chest heaving as he waited for the answer.
"Ya are? Oh good...oh FUCCCKKKK!!!"
Jason slammed back in, full throttle with the helpless dick slut under his power.
"Put it on speaker and tell 'im to pull it out - wanna hear 'im lose it when we do."
Luke fumbled with the speaker button.
"Andy - take your dick out. Always so big and fat on my tongue. Miss when it's not in my arse...when I don't feel your white work shirt against my black body...wanna pretend I'm with you..."
Jason cupped the back of Luke's head, wrapping a gentle hand around a surprised Luke's throat. The touch set off another low, long groan in Luke, reverbating through the phone, through his painfully erect cock that splattered Jason's chest, through his arse muscles that had a vise grip on Jason's thickness.
"Luke? Luke?" the voice said over the phone, accompanied by the sound of popping buttons and finally, a lowered zip. "I'm going to fuck you as soon as you walk through the door. I can't believe you're making me do this."
Jason paced his thrusts to the sound of the lotion on Andy's hand, the sound of Andy's own wanking.
Luke was pretty much gone, licking his phone the way he would have licked Andy's shaft, staring at Jason with fuckstruck eyes.
Jason knew he was close.
"Andy?" he asked, squeezing a bit tighter against Luke's long throat.
"Fuck. Jason?!"
"Andy..." he grunted into the phone. "Cum."
There was nothing for a moment, as if they'd been disconnected, but then they heard a guttural moan, waves of hot loads splashed against the speaker. The image of a man Luke had so much experience with tasting, watching and touching now sprawled out, shooting gallons at the sound of another man plowing the hole he'd made his own time and time again, was enough to send Luke next, his bucking big dick painting Jason's chin and chest and shoulders and gut in erratically sprayed seed.
Jason screwed his eyes shut, hands in Luke's mouth now, feeding Luke his own semen as he blasted Luke's depths with one volley after another after another, sharp teeth on his fat fingers and tight twat against his seizing shaft making his powerful thighs feel like pure jelly. He knew he wouldn't be getting up for a while.
His essence dripping from Luke's battered hole, he wiped his brow, leaning over to lick some of the sweat and jizz from Luke's mobile, sharing it with his new, equally exhausted lover.
"You prats owe me a new phone," said the equally yawning, wank-tired slag on the other end of the line.
Jason managed a throaty chuckle, head heavy on Luke's sweat-matted chest.
Before he drifted off to sleep with the other man, he was sure he saw a glint in Gary's locker - something like a small camera.
"I really do need to crash," he mumbled, closing his eyes.
He should have trusted his instincts, as the images would go into very unexpected hands - and cocks - indeed...