EastEnders Filth on the Square
EastEnders: After Hours
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story involving gay sex between consenting
adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the actors who play them, are gay. EastEnders and the characters involved are copyright of the BBC.
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Here's a few photos which may help you enjoy the story:
Ben having a perv on Jay's toned, smooth stomach:
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Jay looking like a right scally:
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Ben, shortly after sticking his dick deep inside Paul:
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The Mitchell lads' boozy night in
`What we gonna do tonight then bruv?' asks Ben, as he wipes his oily hand across his overalls.
`Abi's away and Paul's busy so I'm up for doing something fun - fancy a night of the town?'
Jay pulls himself out from under the car he's working on in the garage where the pair work together and sits up.
`Don't wanna rain on your parade but I'm skint bruv,' responds Jay. `There's no way I can afford a night out.'
`Fucking hell' says Ben getting in a bit of a strop. `It's Friday and I'm in the mood to get wasted.'
Jay thinks for a minute then has a brainwave. He looks at his best mate and says: `Well we don't have to go out to get pissed do we? Phil's away at that treatment centre so we've got the house to ourselves and we ain't gonna be disturbed. We've still got all that booze Sharon confiscated when he fell off the wagon, so we could just stay in and get wrecked?!'
A large grin appears on Ben's face. `I like your thinking mate. I like it a lot. Seeing as it's Friday and it's nearly four o'clock, how about we pack up for the day now and go home and get straight on it? After all we're our own bosses today?'
For a second Jay thinks this idea sounds irresponsible, but it's been a crap week so he doesn't need much persuading.
Ten minutes later the lads are going through the cupboard in their kitchen filled with Phil's confiscated booze. There's way more than they thought, vodka, rum, whiskey, beers, even a bottle of absinthe.
`I'll go and have a shower and get freshened up, then lets get on it mate,' says Jay.
`Na mate, says Ben. `We're not going anywhere and neither of us are on the pull, so let's not bother showering and just start drinking instead.'
Ben is indeed in the mood to start drinking as soon as possible, but in truth that's not the reason he doesn't want Jay to shower. Although him and Jay think of each other as brothers, they don't share any blood and as a result, Ben doesn't seem any harm in the fact that occasionally he enjoys having a little perv on his straight best mate.
Ben has a massive thing for proper blokes - lads who ain't afraid to get their hands dirty and who act and smell like real men. He loves nothing more than the stench of a lad after a hard day's work. Jay's currently sweaty and covered in dirt and grime - as he himself is - and Ben would much rather he stayed like that for the evening.
Totally clueless to this, Jay responds: `Fuck it then mate, I won't bother cleaning up. But don't be moaning about the stench of my musky balls - I've been sweating loads today. Just as well I'm not getting any action, cos' my pants are proper rank.'
Jay has no idea how much the thought of that excites his gay best mate.
As Ben looks over at Jay it occurs to him that his friend looks like even more of a scally than usual today - anyone who saw him would think he was a right thug.
Jay's grey Adidas joggers are splattered with oil and dirt after a hard day in the garage and he has stinking white footy socks pulled over the top. His grey and blue Adidas hoody matches his joggers and covers his expensive sweaty white Obey t-shirt. His gangster baseball cap covers his messy hair and under his joggers his cheap novelty Primark pants depict Homer Simpson drinking beer.
Ben meanwhile is wearing a tight grey t-shirt, covered in dirt stains from the garage. He's changed out of his work jeans into some comfy white Adidas footy shorts and underneath he has some designer pants on - snug white Armani boxer briefs with a black waistband.
`Let's get drinking then mate!' says Jay with a big grin.
Five hours later, it's only just gone 9 pm and the pair are already steaming. Not only have they demolished a couple of oven pizzas and a pot of Pringles, they've had five cans of lager each, have drunk half a bottle of rum between them, and have just knocked back a large absinthe shot each.
For the past half hour, Jay's been talking in great detail about the bird he's currently seeing - Ben's learned that she gives great head, and is amazing in the sack.
`Anyway mate,' says Jay, putting his arm around Ben. `Enough about meÉ. what about you?'
`What about me?' says Ben coyly.
`Well ignoring the fact that you stupidly got Abi pregnant, we both know you like a bit of dick É so are you getting any at the moment?!'
Ben goes bright red and stumbles over his words, saying he doesn't really feel comfortable talking about it. However, he is taken aback by Jay's honest response.
`Me and the rest of my mates talk about sex all the time, in great detail,' he says. `You're my best mate so you should be able to talk about it. Do you really think I give a shit about the fact you're gay? Sex is sex, whoever it's with. We all have different turn-ons, it's nothing to be ashamed of. So how about I pour us both some whiskey and you tell me all about what gets you hard!?'
A mixture of emotions race through Ben's body. He's genuinely touched that his scally mate has been so honest, but he's also slightly turned on at the thought of chatting about gay sex with Jay. When his mate returns with the drinks, Ben decides he's gonna be completely honestÉ in a way that he's never been before.
`So,' says Jay. `First things firstÉ how does it work with you gays, how do you decide who's gonna be the plug and who's gonna be the socket, if you get what I mean!?'
Ben laughs at how blunt and direct Jay is being, before explaining to him in great detail about how lads are either top, bottom or versatile.
`So what's the score with you and Paul then, which one of you sticks your knob in which?'
`Paul's completely bottom,' explains Ben. `He's a proper little slut, likes being treated really rough, makes me pull his long hair when I do him and he likes trying out really kinky positions. He's proper risky and loves getting fucked in dodgy places. We've done it in the car lot, down back alleys, in the Vic toilets, and I even did him in the pit in the garage one time.'
`You dirty fucker,' laughs Jay, I could have ended up laying in you or Paul's spunk when I was working on a car!
`So I take it that means you're a top then mate?'
Ben gets embarrassed again and wonders how honest to be. Sensing his apprehension, Jay says, `come on mate, no secrets, I won't judge you.'
`Well,' says Ben nervously. `I've always fucked him, in fact, all the lads I've been with before I've been the top. But if I'm completely honest, my ultimate fantasy is to get fucked. I wanna get done by a really cocky, rough, straight acting lad. I've got a massive thing for straight lads and I really like the idea of one of them putting me in my place. My arse has never been fucked, but I'd really love to be. Fucking Paul's fun, but I want a real manÉ and I want him inside me.'
`Fair play,' says Jay. `Gotta say I admire your honesty bruv, bet you go round the square having a right perv on all the lads don't you? Who would be your dream fellas to get fucked by then?'
`You sure you wanna hear this mate?' laughs Ben. `I warn you I'm quite a dirty fucker, so if I start telling you then I'll probably get graphic!'
Jay mixes a cocktail of rum, whiskey, vodka and absinthe and says: `Let's down these and then you tell me everything!'
`1, 2, 3, drink!'
`Fuck, that was disgusting!' says Ben, `That was the strongest drink I've ever tasted in my life!
`So you wanna know what lads turn me on? It would probably be easier to list the ones that don'tÉ'
`I'm all ears laughs Jay.
`First up Vincent. I follow him on Instagram and he keeps posting topless pics of himself at the gym. He's so ripped. Not gonna lie, I've had a fair few cheeky wanks over his pics imaging his big black dick! I love black dicks mate, I know he's a twat but I'd love to nosh off Jordan too.'
`Another lad who's really ripped is Kush. I bet he's a dirty fucker. I love watching him jogging in the square. I reckon he's the kind of guy who wears a jock strap when he's training and I'd love to have a sniff of it when he's finished. Mate I'd let him ruin me.'
`You're a right dirty cunt mate!' laughs Jay. `Who else?!'
Ben is feeling the effects of the latest seriously strong drink and is feeling really open, so could quite happily talk for hours about the men who turn him on.
`You know that Ryan fella? Whitney's brother. I'd happily sit on his fat dick. Had a wet dream the other night about being in prison with him and him totally using me.'
'So basically you've got a thing for ripped, young muscle lads,' laughs Jay.
`Na, not at all mate, there's loads of other kinds of lads I like. Martin for example - he's a chunky fucker but I well fancy him. A few months ago he was legless and pulled a moony in the square and he had the hairiest, fattest arse I've ever seen - covered in black messy hair, and it was proper sweaty. Fuck mate, it was so hot. I bet he's a sweaty cunt and smells musky as fuck.'
`Surely thats a bad thing though mate?' says Jay, genuinely confused.
`Na mate, I've got a massive thing for lads who smell like proper lads, sweaty, dirty, musky as fuck.'
Jay laughs and says: `So is that why you told me not to shower then you pervy cunt - did you just want me to stay sweaty and dirty for you?!'
`No way,' says Ben, a little too defensively, as he's worried that Jay has hit the nail directly on the head. `Don't be ridiculous, you're my best mate!'
`I'm only winding you up,' laughs Jay. `I know you don't go round lusting after me!! So who else does get you hard?!'
`Well I've got a thing for older, hairy men. Mick Carter and Jack Branning both get me so horned up. I'd love to get roughed up and used by the pair of them.'
`What you mean roughed up?' inquires Jay.
Ben blushes again, but answers regardless.
`This is probably gonna sound a bit weird, but I really like the idea of lads being quite nasty and aggressive with me. Nothing too violent or that, but they could slap me around a bit, tell me what a cunt I am and show me who's boss. I also like the idea of them proper humiliating me and making me feel totally degraded.'
`Fair enough!' laughs Jay. `So you want Jack and Mick to put you in your place in the pub bogs then!!'
`Fuck yeah mate. I'd love to know which one of them's got the biggest dick. Honestly mate, I'd be such a bitch for them, I'd let them double fuck me if they liked.'
Jay smirks as something comes back to him and says:'Mate, you'd have fucking loved to have been standing where I was the other nightÉ'
`Where?' asks Ben, eager to find out.
`Well I went for a slash in the bogs at the Vic, and you know how the urinal trough is quite small? Well Jack was on one side and Mick was on the other. There was only a small gap in the middle and I should have waited, but I'd been on the beers and I was desperate, so I said: `Lads I'm fucking desperate for a piss, mind if I squeeze in the middle?'
`Are you for real?!?!' asks Ben, a little too excitedly.
`Yeah mate, only there was less room than I thought, so my arms were literally touching their arms. Next thing, Mick puts his arm round my shoulder and says: `Well isn't this cosy!'. Then Jack puts an arm round me too and says `Jay's in the middle of a sausage sandwich.'
`I started pissing but there was so little room and them hugging me had thrown me and I accidentally splashed some piss on Jack's cock. He was like `you clumsy twat' and he laughed at me but then he said `I'm getting you back' and he deliberately flicked his cock up. He was aiming for me, but he aimed too far and it splashed right up on Mike's grey t-shirt and left a right stain. I thought Mike would be fuming, but he was pretty drunk so he found it funny and aimed his dick upwards too. He splashed Jack's designer jeans and a bit went on my joggers too.'
Ben is sat open mouthed in awe, taking all of this in and wondering how many times he will be re-living that scene in his head while wanking furiously. Wanting more details for his wank bank, Ben asks Jay whether he got a glimpse of their dicks.
`Yeah mate, they were something else!' laughs Jay. `I'm more than happy with what I'm packing downstairs - I'm well above average and I get no complaints! - but they were both something else. Even soft they were both bigger than some men would be hard. Mick's dick was the fattest cock I've ever seen and he had the longest foreskin I've ever seen. And they both had the thickest, darkest bushes I've ever seen too.'
Aware that his cock is starting to stir and will be semi in seconds if all this filthy chat carries on, and also very aware that he's only wearing footy shorts, Ben cups crotch in his hand and says: `Anyway mate, that's enough of this chat!!'
`No way!' laughs Jay, `you're only just getting started!!' How about a shot of absinthe then you tell me about your weirdest crush?
Jay manages to spill most of his shot over his hoody, so decides to take it off. Forgetting he's still got his cap on, Jay's hoody gets stuck over his head and he scrambles around trying to get it off. While getting it off, his t-shirt has ridden right up and Jay's smooth stomach is on display, as is one of his perfect brown nipples. Horny and drunk, Ben quickly gets his iPhone out and gets a cheeky snap of his mate's bare stomach to wank over later.
Hoody eventually off, Jay asks Ben again for his weird crushes.
`I've got two mate, but they are both seriously wrong, so I can't tell you them.'
`You tell me them both,' says Jay cockily, `or you strip naked and streak round the Square.'
`Ok, Ok, says Ben embarrassed. `The first is Dean.'
`What the fuck!? says Jay. `'He's in prison for being a rapist!'
`I know, i know, says Ben. I've got this weird fantasy of him jumping me in an alley and fucking me.
`Anyway, the other one, and please don't judge me, is Max Branning.'
`No way, laughs Jay, he's a proper ugly cunt!!!'
`Na he's not mate, his arse in a suit in heaven. I've taken so many sly pics of it before. And his dick is stunning.'
`How the fuck do you know what his dic looks like?!?!' asks Jay shocked.
`Um, this is a bit embarrassing, but I was once pissing next to him at the urinal and I was so turned on that I pretended to text and took a sly pic of him pissing.
`He trims his ginger pubes surprisingly short, and his dick is fat and long with a massive purple head. I've had so many wanks over that pic, imagining he's standing over me pissing on me.'
`Whoa, rewind mateÉ' says Jay looking shocked. `You wanna be pissed on?!?
`I didn't say that,' says Ben, beating himself up inside for saying one of his dirtiest thoughts out loud rather than just thinking it.
`Yeah you did!! So do you wanna drink Max's piss then?!?'
`No way, responds Ben defensively, `I just like the idea of a lad pissing on me, soaking my clothes and my hair, maybe pissing on my dick or arse, or even face.'
`Fair enough, says Jay, whatever floats your boat. I've got a fetish for getting my arse spanked, so each to their own.'
It is now taking all of Ben's willpower not to get a boner in his shorts. `You like being spanked bruv?!'
`Na, never done it, just love the idea of it, says Jay, blushing himself for the first time this evening.
Ben decides it's time he asked some questions now, so asks Jay whether he's ever done anything at all with another lad - a question he's been dying to know the answer to for a long time.'
`Na mate, I'm totally straight,' answers Jay honestly. `I've wanked off with mates before, but that's it.'
Intrigued, Ben says: `So have you ever wanked off with anyone I know?'
`Yeah mate, I ended up back at an after party with FatBoy and Lee Carter once at FatBoy's old flat, and the three of us ended up wanking off. Lee put this proper filthy porno on and we were all playing with ourselves through our jeans. Next thing Lee says `Fuck it lads, we're all mates, I'm getting my dick out.' He said the lads used to do it all the time in the army. What we didn't expect was for him to strip bollock naked then sit back down on FatBoy's sofa. Fatboy then undid his fly and stuck his dick out through it, so I thought fuck it and pulled my pants down round my ankles.'
`What were their dicks like,' asks Ben, a little too keenly.
`I knew you were gonna ask me that mate,' laughs Jay. `You're such a fucking perv!!!'
`Fatboy's wasn't much to write home about. It was cut and I'd say it was only about six and a half inches, pubes trimmed short. We were all pretty pissed though, so perhaps it's usually bigger. Lee's was a lot bigger, easily seven and a half inches, with a thick brown bush and he had really big, low-hanging bollocks. I was pretty chuffed cos I was biggest of the lot by quite a bit.'
Almost without realising that he's doing it, Jay sticks his hand down his pants and proudly grabs his soft dick, deciding to leave his hand down there, resting on his soft meat.
Feeling cheeky, Ben says: `So you're at least seven and a half inches then mate, how big are you exactly?!'
`Fuck off you dirty cunt! laughs Jay, using his free hand to launch a pillow at Ben. `You may be my gay best mate, but I'm not telling you about my cock!! Don't want you storing it in your wank bank you horny fucker!'
`Worth a try mate', laughs Ben, `so you ever waked with any other lads I know?'
`Yeah, me and Dexter used to wank together loads mate!'
`Really? what was he like?' says Ben excitedly, as he used to have a massive crush on Jay's mate Dexter.
`You'd have loved his cock mate, proper big black dick, fat as fuck and he used to cum loads, like four or five spurts every time. We used to play wanking games, like we'd see who could cum first, or shoot furthest.'
The pillow Jay chucked at Ben earlier is now strategically placed across his crotch. If it wasn't, it would be quite obvious to Jay than Ben was, by now, sporting a massive boner.
It's a warm night, and the window in the Mitchell lounge has been open for hours to let in air. What the two lads don't realise is that another guy on the Square has been listening to every word of their conversation. He was walking past and heard what sounded like quite an interesting topic of conversation, so he got himself comfortable and recorded the whole thing on his phone. Satisfied he has enough material now, he gets up and smirks to himself before heading back home.
Back in the house, Jay's gone off to the kitchen to make some more drinks, so Ben uses the opportunity to smooth down his growing bulge and runs upstairs, shouting to Jay `I'm just going for a piss mate!'
Going back into the lounge, Jay is intrigued by what Ben said earlier about taking pics of Max on his phone and he wonders whether Ben's taken sly pics of any other lads in the Square. He picks up Ben's phone and types in his date of birth when it asks for a password. `Result!' he thinks, as his lucky guess was right.
He goes to camera roll and is shocked to see the pic Ben took an hour or so ago, of Jay's exposed stomach. `Cheeky cunt' he mutters to himself.
He explores a bit further and is shocked to see a folder called `Jay'.
Worried about what he's going to find, Jay apprehensively opens it up and is completely shocked by what he sees.
There's about 50 photos, all of him and all taken slyly without him realising. There are photos of him in his pants getting changed, pics of him at the garage, bent over working on cars with his arsecrack on show. There's a photo of him drunkenly pulling a moony, as well as photos of his naked arse in the shower, taken through a crack in the bathroom door. He keeps scrolling and is shocked to even find pictures of his dirty pants. There's a close up photo of a massive dried cum stain on the black Simpsons pants that he's currently wearing. He knows exactly which wank that was from - it was only last week and he'd been wanking for hours and then he'd heard someone on the stairs so shoved his dick back in his pants. But it was at that exact moment that he'd exploded, leaving that massive stain on his pants. He just dumped the boxers on his bedroom floor, but obviously Ben had later been in his room and spotted them.
Jay kept scrolling and found another another photo, this time of his white CK pants with a yellowy stain where he'd onbiously dribbled some piss. He was in shock, and couldn't get his head around the fact that Ben is this much of a perv. He was supposed to be his best mate.
Jay decides to confront him and heads upstairs, Ben's phone in his hand, to wait for him to finish his piss. He's surprised to see that the bathroom light is off though - in fact the only light on is in Jay's own bedroom. Jay apprehensively stands by the door, wondering what Ben's doing in there and after a few moments drums up the courage to enter.
To say that Jay is shocked by the sight that greets him is an understatement and a half.
Ben is lying on Jay's bed, with a pair of Jay's cum stained, cheap red checked boxers - which were in the washing bin in the bathroom - laid out over his face. He's got one of Jay's stinking Nike trainers in one hand which he's sniffing. A pair of Jay's clean, blue, chavvy Lonsdale boxers - which were in Jay's underwear drawer - are wrapped around Ben's cock, which is fully erect and poking out the top of his footy shorts.
As his best mate enters the room, Ben's expression goes from one of sheer ecstasy, to one of utter terror and embarrassment.
Taking in the sight in front of him, Jay looks absolutely raging and shouts `What the fuck do you think you are doing you dirty bastard?!'
To be continued.