Emmerdale Farm/Emmerdale was created by Kevin Laffan and is the property of Granada. This story is only mine, and has no bearing on the show, or on the actors who play these characters. Don't read this if you are not 18 or older, or if you're bothered by sex between men.
If you have any suggestions or ideas for future chapters, please let me know.
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Daz Eden was pleased to have a night with no women in sight. Few would have imagined that the gangly, smart-mouthed kid would grow up to be such a well-mannered or attractive man. As Daz's body had developed, so had his attitude, making him the ideal catch not only for his current girlfriend, Scarlett, but also his stepsister, Victoria.
Daz slipped off his heavy jacket and sweater, grabbing a cold beer from the fridge. His white tee-shirt clung to his lean yet muscular chest and arms. As he watched the game, he absentmindedly fumbled with his ample package. Knowing no women were around to be horrified by his uncouthness, he pulled his jeans off, leaving him only in his boxer shorts.
"So this is what you get up to when I'm toiling at the Woolie?" Jake Doland teased Daz.
Daz ignored Jake.
"Free to join me, if you can keep your gob shut. There's a few more cans left."
"Don't mind if I do," Jake said, plopping down on the other side of the sofa.
Whereas Daz had very close-cropped dark hair, Jake had dark blonde hair, a mess of hair he kept short, which contrasted with his wide forehead and large, cheeky grin. Jake hadn't had the easiest life in his 18 years, but he kept a smile on his face. The often sullen Daz had never laughed or smiled so much before he'd met Jake.
"Make me feel overdressed, why don't ya," Jake wisecracked.
As they emptied the lager cans, Jake began feeling less comfortable with his layers of clothing. He was tempted to strip down with Daz, but that seemed like the start of a bad gay porn.
His emotions were all over his face, and Daz was still (just) sober enough to notice.
"Here," Daz said, leaning over to lift Jake's sweater and shirt over his head. He absentmindedly ran his hand over Jake's smooth chest. Jake was slightly pudgy, but had such broad shoulders and a cute stomach. Daz had a strange urge to bite that stomach.
"Need any help with the jeans?" Daz offered.
Jake waved his hands in protest, his mouth rapidly opening and closing in silent protest.
"Didn't have any clean underwear today."
Daz nodded. For some reason the thought of a naked Jake made him begin to harden. He adjusted himself in his boxers, hoping Jake wouldn't notice. Since Daz had a pretty big cock, Jake did notice, but kept quiet.
Unlike Daz, who had a steady girlfriend, Jake only had his hand. Seeing a near-naked, aroused man beside him on the sofa began to set him off.
Daz, meanwhile, couldn't banish the thoughts on his fingers and tongue all over Jake's chest, or belly, or lower.
They were both relieved when Daz's mobile rang, as it made the temperature in the room cool by a few degrees.
"Yeah, it's me. Hi, Vic. Nah, tonight's a guy's night in. Sure. Tomorrow, right. See you then."
Jake chuckled as Daz shut his mobile off.
"So that was your little admirer then?"
Daz tossed a pillow at Jake's head.
"Oh, Darren..." Jake trilled, clasping his hands together and raising his eyes to the ceiling. "You're so fit and gawjeous. Will you be my boyfriend forever and ever?"
Daz wasn't amused by Jake's teasing, and tackled him.
Jake began laughing, and before Daz could react, he started tickling Daz, which also set Daz off. Underneath the mirth, they both noticed their sweaty, hairless chests pressed together, their midsections grinding against each other.
"Fuck..." Jake panted. This wasn't what he...
Daz suddenly put his mouth on Jake's. The teenagers shared a sloppy kiss, their first kiss of their own gender. Jake instinctually opened his mouth, letting Daz's tongue invade, dominate.
Jake groped Daz's surprisingly large pecs and toned six-pack, stubby fingers groping and tugging at Daz's nipples. Daz dove his large hands into Jake's jeans, fumbling as he worked to unfasten and lower them.
"Oh God, Daz..." Jake whimpered, moving away from Daz's talented mouth to catch a breath. He cupped Daz's sculpted arse in his hands, both young men working to lower the messy combination of jeans and boxers.
Daz's long, fat cock thwapped against his firm abs, 8 and a half rock-hard inches dripping against Jake's beefy thigh. Jake groaned as Daz grabbed his hand, wrapping the virgin digits around the first erection which belonged to anyone but their owner. Jake began to clumsily milk his best mate, shuddering at the sensations coursing through him.
He was doing this to his best friend, his beautiful best friend. The sheer, mindblowing pleasure on Daz's face, his eyes shut, his mouth open, his throat in guttural moans...all from Jake's hand. It was almost too much for Jake to bear.
He grabbed Daz's low-hanging, smooth nuts with his other hand, gently twisting them, caressing them. Daz breathed against Jake's neck, biting and licking and kissing and breathing. He wrapped his hand around Jake's thick cock, shorter in length than Daz but wider, as thick as Daz's wrist.
"Let's...l-let's do this together," Daz said, leaning up to look down on Jake. He licked the sweat from Jake's forehead and nose.
"OK."
Their mutual masturbation continued for a few more frenzied minutes, neither young man having enough stamina to do more than melt into the other's warm fist. Their nude, soaking wet bodies slipped and slid against each other as their climaxes neared.
"Daz...I...FUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK..."
Jake's hips bucked, his body tremoring as he had the most powerful orgasm of his life. Daz sat back, hand moving away, watching Jake shoot his seed. Jake convulsed, his cream flying onto his stomach and Daz's trim thighs.
This set Daz off, screaming, eyes screwed shut, as he kneeled over Jake's upper body, blowing his load. His eyes flew open when he felt a warm mouth swallowing the last drops, licking him clean.
Daz smiled, a warm, satisfied smile, at needy Jake, Jake looking so vulnerable, almost scared. He kissed his way down Jake's body, licking him clean, coating his tongue in Jake's juices before tentatively leaning over Jake for another kiss, a sweet kiss as they tasted themselves and each other.
When the kiss broke with a loud smack, Jake looked more terrified than ever.
"What the fuck did we just do?" He asked, wild-eyed, hoarse.
"I dunno," Daz replied, honestly.
Jake began to stand up.
"I've gotta get out of here."
Daz was transfixed by the plump, gorgeous backside on his best mate. He had so many fantasies in his mind about what he wanted to do to that ass, even if the would have to wait.
"Please...don't."
Daz took Jake's hand, squeezing it, pulling him back down onto the sofa.
"I can't do anything else tonight, Daz. I just can't. You're my best mate, first real mate I've ever had, and what we did..."
Daz nodded. He kissed Jake's forehead.
"It felt good. But you're confused."
Jake didn't have to reply.
"Why don't we just get some sleep."
Jake looked confused.
"I don't want to sleep here, Daz. I need to think. I need..."
Daz cut him off with another kiss, this one halting, full of hunger and at the same time, support. Friendship.
Jake broke off with a yawn.
"C'mon, Doland," Daz offered. He led the way to Jake's bedroom, shoving him onto the bed.
"Goodnight," Jake yawned again, drifting to sleep.
Daz tugged at his cock, stifling his own yawn. Not quite sure what he was doing, Daz crawled into bed beside Jake, taking Jake into his arms.
"Night," he said back, burying his head in Jake's shoulder.