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Johnny wasn't used to satin sheets, and he didn't want to be used to them - he was proud of where he was from.
Satin sheets with a silver tongue and two lube-slick fingers twisting inside him...that he enjoyed.
Danny was the most handsome man Johnny had ever seen. He was a movie star. Johnny couldn't believe Danny wanted to be around him. He was just some scrawny teenager, 19 years old and going nowhere. He knew he was cute, but Danny could get cute anywhere, anytime.
It wasn't until they moved passed the kissing and the first tentative undressing and the feel of Danny's soft lips down his chest and around his cock that Johnny had started to realize just what Danny wanted - the only thing Danny wanted.
Danny teased, and asked, and begged, and sometimes even demanded. He wanted Johnny's cherry. He wanted bragging rights.
Johnny was flattered, because he felt special, and hurt, because he knew he wouldn't be as soon as Danny was balls deep in him.
Danny had a way of making him forgetting all those doubts. That sweet smile and shining eyes that always made Johnny doubt himself and wonder if Danny really did care about him. That sexy, sexy body and that sexy, sexy voice coaxing him, getting him to come to his flat when Johnny was trying to 'be good,' getting him to leave his jeans and top on the floor, getting him to spread his legs as his briefs slid to the foot of the bed. The tongue, tempting, teasing, cleaning him out and wearing him down.
When Danny turned him over, Johnny wasn't surprised to see that his very expensive boxers were gone and in place was his thick 7 and a half inches, fully erect, with the curve Johnny was eager to feel inside him.
He moaned, head tossing and turning on the burgundy pillowcase, trying to plead for patience.
"Why wait?" Danny asked, half-tease, half-serious, his pride and joy slipping and sliding across Johnny's well-greased hole.
Those fingers were enough to make Johnny nearly blurt out that his dad wanted to fuck him first, if they ever had actually enough time alone together in a pub where 50 people lived. He knew this was probably the worst thing he could ever say...
Instead, he just nodded, his last resolve melting at Danny's giddy grin as he began to plunder the virgin hole.
Johnny wondered why he'd ever held out as long as he did, covered in bliss as Danny twisted his tits like radio dials and smoothed over his flat stomach, working up steady pacing with each new inch.
The dream ended with a shrill ring tone and a tense Danny.
"Now? NOW?" Danny hissed, before he sighed and began slowly pulling out of his teenage lover.
Johnny wanted to keep him in, do those leg locks he saw in porn, but something in him - besides Danny's cock - told him it was meant to be.
Danny stuffed his aching cock into skintight trousers, throwing a wad of money at Johnny as an apology before he scrambled into his shoes and ran out the door, shirt still open and likely to give him hypothermia in the January cold.
Johnny fumed at the cash on his sweaty chest, feeling like a whore. He nearly threw it out the window, but knew the family could use it. He sat back in the bed, playing with his still open hole and wanking himself, forbidden fantasies of being taken at both ends by his sugar daddy and his real daddy, Mick's hands firm on the back of his head as he gagged on Mick's jaw-stretching meat, spit running down his chin as Danny licked it off and dribbled it into his well-used cunt...
He grunted as he blew a painful load all over his chest and neck. He'd remember this one for a while. He rolled around on the silk sheets to make sure Danny would remember the same. And he took his favorite pair of Danny's boxers and best bottle of scotch before he left.
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Johnny's big brother Lee had his own case of blue balls as he arrived in Walford for a surprise visit.
A quick walk along the vibrant market had introduced him to Lucy Beale, who was sweetness and light...until she shoved her hand down his fatigues when no one else could see. It took every ounce of self-control in him to not either shout into the night or decorate her manicure with thick white sheets of soldier spunk. Unfortunately, just when they were starting, her annoying dad called for her about 500 times, asking her to find her brother. Lucy could only mouth a promise of "more to cum" and walk away from Lee, leaving him deflated everywhere but his pants.
Lee kept walking, not wanting his family to see him leaking hard. He knew there must be some wank spot around here...there were always a few everywhere.
He finally just decided to try the toilets near the park, hoping to be alone. He didn't get his wish, but he wasn't sorry when he saw the company he'd be keeping.
An angelic blonde with a rugged, smooth body, at least from what Lee could see, since the adonis was only half-naked, still wearing a grey hoodie and top underneath, with his trackies tripping up the bottom of his muscular legs. He slowly slid what was obviously a big, juicy dick into the waiting arse of a groaning, panting black man with short dark hair. The black man was soon stripped naked, his shirt pulled over his head to join the rest of his clothes - even his trainers. Lee rubbed his cock through his fatigues as he wondered why the black man needed to be fully naked (aside from a gold chain around his neck) - if this was some power move. He failed to bite back a groan when he saw the blonde gently take the chain off his fuck toy's neck and slide it between the man's perfect white teeth before wrapped it around his long, thick brown shaft. The shaft was lighter than the rest of him, especially the head peeking out when the blonde began peeling his long foreskin back.
The sight of that tight bubble arse in motion and the hunger to see what else was on show under the top was enough to make Lee risk walking over, quick, a soldier's precision, wrapping one hand around the pistoning pink shaft and the other around those lush lips, roughly stroking the stranger's fuckstick base while kissing him passionately. Surprise turned to lust as they locked eyes, hazel eyes that made the breathtakingly beautiful man even more breathtaking.
"I-I'm Peter," he stammered as Lee lifted his hoodie and white top to finally feast eyes on his smooth chest and abs. "And that's Dexter," he added, slapping the chocolate arse and raising his eyebrows with Lee as they watched it jiggle.
"Shut up and fuck me!" Dexter grunted, pushing back hard against Peter's still torso.
"Think he's got the right idea, mate," Lee grinned before removing his own tight khaki top, his slight belly and meaty tits a contrast to Peter's chiseled frame, one that Peter clearly admired.
"Name's Lee," Lee finished with as he sank to his knees, spreading the perfect cheeks apart before stuttering his tongue against the well-cleaned hole.
Peter's groan encouraged him to go further, along with the quick realization with how eagerly Peter accepted his tongue and meaty fingers that Peter wasn't new to arse-play, or a good dicking, or both. As he pushed his middle finger further in, he made short work of his fatigues and baggy boxers, the big dick slapping against his stomach loudly enough to make an appreciative Peter turn around and lick his lips at the sight.
With one final cheek-spread-and-spit, Lee, remembering they could get caught at any second, started a fast burrow into the inviting hole. Peter's knees buckled, leaning further against Dexter, pace picking up as Dexter put his hands on both sides of the wall, his big dick bobbing heavily over the edge of the urinal.
Lee bit into Peter's broad shoulder as the stunner milked his cock expertly, controlling the pace. Lee didn't know if he'd ever had his hands - or dick - on such an absolutely flawless man. It took everything he had not to shoot his load up Peter's fuckhole immediately. He slowed down, running his trimmed nails over and around Peter's cherry-red nipples.
He was almost strong enough to ignore Peter's insistent clamping down on his shaft. Lee had never had much control over his life, so control over when and where he'd cum was all he had. He knew Peter was smirking at him, letting him know he couldn't hold out. And Lee knew he was right...so he blew his load right then, before Peter could adequately prepare himself. Seeing the shocked face, the dropped jaw at the grey-white cream filling his sculpted backside, holding the trembling Peter in his strong arms - Lee wouldn't forget that for a long time.
He gingerly pulled out, kneeling between the two still untapped men, hypnotized by the sight of Peter's huge white cock making its way in and out of Dexter's jiggly black arse. He carefully pulled Peter's cock free, ignoring Dexter's curses as he shoved his tongue inside Dexter's battered anus, greedily lapping up the juices. He wanked Peter's raging red length at the same time, deep-throating Peter and tasting Dexter's arse all over Peter's tasty tool before going back to Dexter's opening.
Finally both men looked at each other, deciding to shove him to the ground, his chunky bottom a cushion as he sat back, knowing what - or who - was to come. Peter and Dexter shared a kiss, their fingers in each other's holes as their tongues were in each other's mouths, stroking their fat pricks as they sprayed gallons of cum on an eager Lee. Ebony and ivory seed he wiped into his chest and between his thick thighs, elixir he feasted on even as his shaft was ready for another round.
Dexter and Peter dropped to the floor, each pulling his head in for a hot kiss while their hands, callused and smooth, wrapped around his shaft, tugged his heavy low-hangers, squeezed and fingered his shapely bum. Lee cried out at Dexter's sharp teeth on his nipples, one, then the other, while Peter just kept kissing him, kissing his neck, biting and sucking his ear. In no time they'd wrung an ejaculation out of him, a long, desperate explosion, spraying everywhere, taking everything he had left in him and then some.
Lee had little time to do more than smile, tiredly, at the strangers before their mobiles went off.
"Fuck...it's Lucy!" said a scrambling Peter. "Lucy's my sister," he added.
"Oh shit it's Nancy!" Dexter said, "Saying I'm supposed to be at her dad's big family dinner. I'd rather eat a shit sandwich."
Lee didn't say anything as he watched them change and leave, but he laughed to himself after they were gone. If Lucy was Lucy Beale and Nancy was his sister Nancy, then Peter and Dexter were going to have some shocked faces the next time they saw him. And he was going to have a lot of fun with them...
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It took everything Mick had not to either throw his son across the room or fuck him right over the dinner table.
Johnny had always been cheeky - although Mick wasn't sure whether to call him that now that he'd had his big hands all over those sweet cheeks - but their recent sexual awakening had pushed him into overdrive. And tonight after he'd come back from that twat Danny Pennant's...he was begging for a spanking. Mick planned to oblige, but he didn't want to
That meant times like now, a family meal, where, when he was busy bickering with Tina about a match, Johnny's hand slid up his meaty thigh, parking right on his crotch.
He knew not to bother pushing his son's hand away, as that wasn't going to stop him. He glared, but just got a sweet smirk in response. So he did push the hand away, but soon enough, when he started to catch his breath, it was back, now joined by the low, slow sound of a lowering zip. Fortunately, Tina and Linda were shouting at each other, so it went unnoticed...although Mick still glared at his smug son. This did nothing to dissuade him. Instead, Johnny began to wank him, wank his dead right under the kitchen table at a family meal.
Mick chewed through his lower lip, everything he had in him on the edge. He should have never encouraged this side of Johnny. He should've been a proper dad. But he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. He was close to cumming, blasts all under the table and on his jeans and on Johnny's soft, hot little hands.
Nancy now joined in with the fighting, arguing with Shirley, while Mick pretended to care, opening and closing his mouth, panting, sweating. He briefly tried to push his son's hand away, but knew there wasn't much point. A smirking Johnny knew it too.
Mick shook his head as his son slipped two fingers into the butter dish, knowing what was next. He expected Johnny to use them as more lube for his dick, so he couldn't hide the loud groan when Johnny instead slid them into his virginal, hairy arse.
"Are you alright Mick?" Linda squawked, earrings flapping in concern.
"Y-yeah," Mick nodded, frantically, as his son wanked him with one hand and finger-banged him with another. "Just...banged me knee on the table."
"I always said this table was too small. You can't come cheap. You have to come right out and pay the biggest cash. Make an impression. Set a precedent."
Johnny smirked at his dad again, knowing he was near losing his load.
"You're right Mum," he said, slowly, licking his lips. "Sometimes...you just gotta cum."
The glint in his son's dirty eyes and the depravity in his deep voice, his son saying that to him, in front of everyone, was enough to send Mick over, right over, head down, tears of shame and sweet release as he came and came all over his son's demanding hand, all over the chair, all over the floor. It was everything he had to not spray everywhere, not to moan like the cheap whore he was becoming. One last spurt came when he saw how pleased Johnny was...saw that his son's tight jeans were open and he was sporting a big hard-on that Mick, Mick's sluttishness and poor parenting, had caused.
Mick, hands shaking, cleaned himself up, never more grateful to have a family full of shouty birds. He glared at Johnny while he slowly wiped himself and the chair down, then the floor with his foot. Johnny just licked his semen-stained hand, staring, smoldering, at Mick all the while.
Once dinner was finally over, Linda told Mick to go ice his leg while she and the girls ordered a new table. Mick was glad to get some peace, dropping his trousers and doffing his tight black top to sprawl out on the bed.
He was woken when he heard the door lock, felt a thin body in bed next to him, soon on top of him.
"Better watch it," Mick warned his horny son, refusing to return the kiss Johnny so needed.
"C'mon, dad," Johnny whined, taking off his comic book shirt to put Mick's surprisingly soft hands on his smooth, toned chest. "I was just having some fun."
Mick growled, flipping them over, crotch-to-crotch as he held his son's arms over his head, lean muscle to Mick's beef.
"Think you're forgettin' who's in charge here," Mick breathed into his son's long neck, resisting Johnny's attempts to kiss him. "I ain't gotta do this," he smirked, flipping Johnny over now, brushing his huge and rapidly hardening prick against his son's tight, lean arse, still trapped in black denim. Johnny pouted, not wanting to lose what he wanted so much.
"Please dad...please fuck me...right now...I'll be good after that. I-I need you so much...I love you...I want you to fill me up...make me yours..."
Mick moaned, helpless as Johnny worked a hand down to lower his jeans, with Mick's horse meat, barely held by his black briefs, now right against his son's arse...his son wearing fancy pants that clearly didn't belong to him, sending Mick boiling with jealousy.
"He still hasn't fucked me," Johnny said, before Mick could angrily ask, "but he will...soon."
Mick lowered his son's boxers, spitting onto his hole. He wanted this - they both did - and it was the best time...it was the only time...
The knock on the door startled them both.
"Mick? Mick!? Lee's here! Get Johnny out of his room...he'll want to see his brother!"
Mick cursed, loudly, hoping his beloved wife didn't hear. He finally gave Johnny a quick kiss, hoping that would be enough to keep him happy, as they put their clothes on.
They made it downstairs, and it did Mick's heart good to see his oldest. A soldier. A hero. In his fatigues and everything. He was proud of his boy.
Johnny hugged Lee, long and close, with only some of their old banter. Mick saw that Lee was uneasy around Johnny, and he saw that Johnny was barely bothering to hide the obvious lust he felt for his strapping big brother.
As Lee walked over to catch up with Tina and Shirl, Johnny openly stared at his big arse framed in the uniform, and Mick wondered what his youngest would do next. As he palmed the crotch that was fit to burst in his tight blue jeans, he wondered what he'd be doing next...or who...