EastEnders: Filth On The Square, Part 2
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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BEN quickly shoved his bulge back into his footy shorts, but there was no hiding the massive tent in them.
However, it was too late and the damage had been done - his best mate Jay had caught him in just about the worst possible situation.
'I asked you a fucking question,' shouts Jay. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing you dirty pervert?'
'I, I, I...' Ben splutters as he tries to think of an excuse, but no words come out of his mouth.
Sweating like fuck, Jay roughly pulls his hoody off and, even in such an awkward situation, Ben can't help but check out Jay's stomach as it is momentarily exposed when his t-shirt rides up. Jay roughly throws his hoody across the room and it hits an expensive lamp sending it smashing to the floor.
Ben is scared as he doesn't remember ever seeing Jay this angry before, but at the same time he's so turned on and the massive tent in his footy shorts is showing no signs of going down.
Eventually Ben manages to mumble 'Honestly, it's not what it looks like bruv'.
Jay laughs, but it's a menacing laugh, not the laugh of someone who's in a good mood.
Jay marches across the room so he's at the foot of the bed.
'I reckon it's exactly what it looks like Benny boy actually. You're lying on MY bed with a boner, with a pair of MY clean pants wrapped around your dick and you're sniffing MY dirty pants and my stinking trainers. And to top it all off, you've got about 50 sly photos of ME stored on your phone. I'd say someone has a bit of an obsession with me...'
By now Ben is bright red. 'You had no right to hack into my phone Jay...'
This comment tips Jay over the edge. He lunges forward and grabs Ben with two hands, pulling him up off the bed and pinning him hard against the wall so their faces are inches apart.
'I hardly think you're in a position to tell me that I'm in the fucking wrong' screams Jay, before spiting hard in Ben's face.
Ben looks terrified and Jay cracks a little smirk as he thinks to himself what a great little actor he is... Because while Jay was shocked by the sight that met him when he opened his door, he certainly wasn't angry, as he is making out to be.
Earlier that evening, when Ben was drunkenly listing all the lads in the Square who turned him on, Jay's ego felt like it was getting a beating and he'd been left feeling pretty miffed that Ben hadn't at least said he was fit. But now knowing that Ben not only fancied him but was so into him that he nicked his dirty pants and took sly pics of him - ok, so it was a bit weird, but it was also massively flattering to know someone was THAT into him, even if it was a lad...... and weirdly he even found it something of a turn on.
Jay had never had sex with a man and was confident in his sexuality - he knew he was 100 per cent straight. But he was also drunk as fuck and seriously horny and it was so long since he last got his end away that he had decided tonight was going to be Ben's lucky night after all. But rather than tell Ben how he felt, he'd decided to keep Ben on his toes and do a spot of acting. Ben had told him earlier that evening that his fantasy was to be put in his place and fucked by a cocky, rough, straight acting lad, and tonight was going to be his lucky night...
MEANWHILE, after another long and busy day working for Jack Branning, Andy the builder prepared himself for another night of being homeless. He carried out his usual pretence of saying bye to his colleagues, pretending to go home, then sneaking back into Max Branning's old house, which the team were currently working on converting, to settle down for the night. He hated not having a proper bed to sleep in, but sleeping on site was better than being on the street and at least nobody knew he was there. He wolfed down a bacon roll he'd grabbed from the cafe earlier and then paced the room a bit. It had been a tough day and he'd been sweating loads and Andy wished there was somewhere he could have a shower.
He was usually quite a clean lad, but since he'd been in Walford showers had been few and far between and his balls and pits were so musky he was surprised none of the lads on the site had commented on the manly stench.
Sweating loads, Andy threw off his t-shirt and pulled down his dirty jeans. He took off his socks and was left only wearing his tight white Armani boxer briefs. He'd been wearing them for a couple of days now and knew they had piss stains and stank of sweat, but as he looked down at his chest and package he knew he was still fit as fuck. He lay down on top of his sleeping bag and got out his phone and started swiping on Tinder to kill the time. Within minutes he'd matched with a few birds and started messaging them.
Andy was horny and in no mood for small talk so got straight to the point.
'Show me your pussy' he said to one blonde girl, before messaging another slutty looking bird, saying 'Wanna see my cock?'.
One girl told him to fuck off, but the others were just as dirty as him and soon he was sending and receiving filthy photo after filthy photo.
Andy was so caught up in the fun that he didn't hear the bang of the front door. Steven Beale had had more than enough of his family and needed ten minutes of alone time so had snuck into the building site to get some time to himself.
He'd been shocked to discover Andy lying on his sleeping bag in his pants so had quickly hid in the corner where he knew he couldn't be seen.
Steven may now have gone straight, dating Lauren Branning, but while he could kid everyone else, there was no kidding himself... he knew full well he still loved cock as much as he ever had.
And it looked like Steven was going to be in luck tonight. Andy had found a dirty slut who agreed to FaceTime with him. And Steven decided he was going to stay and watch the show.
Andy positioned his phone up on a ledge in front of him and Steven watched as he started telling the girl on the other end how pretty she was. Andy started softly playing with his own bullet like chocolate nipples, gradually getting rougher with them until he was pinching and tweaking them hard, making him moan. He then started running a hand down his completely smooth, buff chest, cockily saying to the girl: 'Bet this is turning you on isn't it? Watching a fit, horny builder like me. Tell me how sexy I am.'
Steven watched Andy's pants and could soon see movement, as his growing dick kept twitching up and down begging to be released. Andy rubbed his chunky thighs, which were surprisingly hairy, given how smooth his chest was. Teasing the girl on the other end he then asked 'Do you want to see what's inside my pants then?'
Steven so wanted to shout 'yes', as his own cock stirred in his tight black jeans, and he knew he had no choice but to get it out. Steven unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down around his ankles, worried that the jangle of his chunky belt may give the game away. He was a briefs man and today he had a tiny pair of black Hugo Boss ones on. He started having a grope through the material of his clean briefs, before deciding to take a risk, yanking the pants down so his seven and a half inch cock could taste freedom. Steven was proud of his meat, in particular the girth. He knew it could be longer though, which was why he trimmed his jet-black pubes so short. He took a moment to un-peel his massive foreskin and then slowly started to wank.
By now, Andy was on his knees on his sleeping bag, in front of the camera, and had his right hand down his tight white pants. He turned around to show off his pert arse through his boxers, and then slowly peeled them down to show the girl on the end, and Steven, his beautiful, smooth bum.
Steven couldn't help but mutter 'Oh fuck yes' when Andy eventually turned round and showed off his own cock. But fortunately Andy was too caught up in the moment to notice.
Steven had never seen such a beautiful dick. It was easily 8.5 inches, with a massive purple head, and fat as fuck.
Steven was shocked - Andy's chest was totally smooth, yet he had a thick, untrimmed, light brown bush. And Steven was also a bit jealous... while his own cock always pointed upwards when it was hard, Andy's pointed out straight ahead of him, making it look like it could do some serious damage.
'Want to see a trick I can do?' Andy asked the camera and Steven's eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched the athletic builder sit down, bend forward and take about a quarter of his own dick in his mouth. He started to make gagging noises as he fucked his own gob and Steven so wished that it was his own mouth around Andy's beautiful dick.
Steven simply couldn't take any more and had to cover his mouth to stop himself groaning as he shot load after load of cum. It covered his hand and shot down over his clean briefs and jeans which were around his ankles. He quickly yanked them back up, not caring about the fact that cum was dripping down his hairy legs and clinging to his clean briefs and jeans. Steven licked the remaining cum off his hand and ran out, slamming the door on his way.
Andy jumped, and stopped sucking himself, when he heard the noise. He leapt up and ran, naked, around the site, checking every corner to see if anyone was there.
Finally convinced he was alone, he returned to his sleeping bag and was disappointed to find the girl hadn't waited for him, but he was too hard to be arsed with finding someone else to chat with, so he lay back on the sleeping bag and finished wanking himself off, covering his smooth chest and thick pubes with cum. He didn't even bother cleaning up and fell asleep, naked and sticky. It took a while, but his dick, which was massive even when soft, eventually went down and flopped against his hairy right thigh.
However, Andy had no idea that Jack Branning had installed a CCTV camera that day which had not only captured his wank but Steven's too and was currently filming him sleeping naked. The question was, would Jack ever watch it?