See the first chapter for disclaimers. This show doesn't belong to me, I have no rights to this other than just writing this story, don't read this if you are not the age of majority in your area, don't read this if you have a problem with homosexuality (or in this chapter, incest).
Sorry for the delay. Thanks for your suggestions and ideas. I hope you will enjoy this chapter. The show has some very fit men at the moment so any other ideas you have let me know.
9
Ryan Lamb and Nathan Wylde knew they could easily be mistaken as brothers. Their high cheekbones, dark blonde hair, and wide grins gave them away. What they didn't know was that they actually were brothers, that Daniel Lamb had unknowingly sired Ryan before disappearing, gaining a fortune and a new name, and three children, the eldest being Nathan.
Ryan was common, the garage mechanic son of a single mum, but Nathan knew he couldn't help his background. Nathan was just pleased to have found a cool mate in this village full of gossipy old toads and dirty Dingles. As he clinked his lager bottle against Ryan's, their eyes sparkling as they laughed at a shared joke, he knew how much more he wanted to share with Ryan than just friendship. So few people ever really understood Nathan, they were so envious of his boyish good looks and privileged upbringing.
"You keep staring at me," Ryan spat out, suddenly serious.
Nathan began to stutter out a response before Ryan's cheeky grin returned.
"Just teasing."
Truthfully, Nathan couldn't help staring at this angelic bit of rough. He desperately wanted to lick the grease and sweat off that strong but not overly muscular body, to feel those dirty fingernails thumbed against his nipples and tracing down his lower back, along with Ryan's tongue. He shared himself with so few people, and his connection to Ryan was so intense that he wanted to experience anything, everything...
His cock throbbed in his tight black jeans and he shifted uncomfortably.
Before he could continue the conversation, Katie Sugden, Nathan's recent ex-girlfriend, towered over them.
"Sorry to break up your date, but I wondered if Ryan might fancy a game of darts."
Nathan barely managed to avoid sneering at his bitter blonde ex. Petty jealousy flared in him when he saw Ryan shamelessly ogle Katie's breasts, breasts which, if Nathan hadn't carefully inspected them himself during their fling, he would have assumed were as fake as the rest of her.
"Yeah, I'd fancy it alright. Be over in a sec."
As Katie went to get the board set up, Ryan quickly stood up, looking at Nathan for quick reassurance.
"You don't mind, right?"
Nathan nervously laughed, feeling so transparent and pathetic and wanting to go hide under the table.
"Of course I don't mind. Why would I? Oh, because we...? That was nothing. Just be warned, they call her the town bike."
Ryan shrugged.
"Don't worry about me. I've had my share of rides."
Nathan bet he had.
Not interested in the flirting and giggling assaulting his ears, Nathan made a quick exit. He was still quite horny and was so lost in his own anger and desires that he didn't notice David Metcalfe walking in front of him. An equally distracted David, thumbing through papers, saw him at the last second, and threw himself backwards, falling facefirst onto the wet grass.
"Why don't you look where you're going!" David cried, currently on all fours, bum in the air, as he tried to pick up his documents.
Nathan was getting a very nice look at the moment, but mostly at David's firm backside straining against the blue denim as he rooted around the grass.
"Let me help you," Nathan offered, making sure to stand directly behind David and press his hardness against David's rear. "Oh, I see one," Nathan said, pushing further in and reaching around to squeeze David's ample jeans bulge.
"Watch it!" David sputtered.
"Sorry, thought it was a document."
"Yeah, more like a cockument," David muttered, finally gathering everything together and putting it back in his satchel.
Before he could go into the Woolpack pub, Nathan grabbed his arm. He was horny and irritated enough to feel a bit crazy.
"Show me your penis."
David's mouth fell open. He looked quite adorable, his light goatee setting off his recently trimmed blonde hair, matching the light chest hair he usually kept trimmed or waxed. He looked like some type of surfer dude dropped into a Dales village. Nathan desperately wanted to pounce on him right there.
One of the old bitties of the village walked by. Nathan grinned and waved, leaning over to whisper in David's ear.
"I need to see your penis," he said, letting his tongue brush just enough against the canal to make David shiver.
"Are you insane? Anyone can see us!" David hissed.
Nathan smirked. While looking into David's background before the recent council elections, he'd heard of David's love for exhibitionism and how close David had come to being arrested for shagging in public. David had cleaned up his act, to a point, after moving out of the big city, but old habits only grow more attractive when you resist them.
"Do you really have a problem with that?"
David was at a loss for words. The honest answer was that he was leaking precum at the thought.
"I..."
Fuck it.
"Alright."
Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, but unable to resist the danger of the moment, David clumsily unzipped his fly.
Nathan whistled. His eyes went wide as saucers.
"I knew you were thick, but I didn't know how right I was."
David wasn't sure whether to be insulted or aroused. He went with the latter. He was very proud of his cock, besides being quite beautiful and proportioned in design, it was over 8 inches of pleasure, and he'd had plenty of practice pleasuring with it.
Nathan was tempted to sink to his knees right on the spot, but thought better of it.
"Anyone can walk out that door right now and see you exposing yourself. Such a dirty slut you are. Just a common slag. That big dumb dick, big and dumb just like you, right on display in the middle of the day."
David let out a whimper at the light verbal abuse. He grimaced when Nathan softly ran his thumb over the large pink head peeking out from his tight foreskin.
"So close to the edge, aren't you? Our local councilor, pillar of the community, you're really just a perv, and you love every second of it. Come on. Come in my hand."
David's body began to shake. He bit his lower lip as hard as he could.
"Spill your seed."
He gasped when Nathan took his sizable length in hand, tenderly stroking him to orgasm.
"I'm going to tell you one last time."
Tears of pleasure and shame ran down David's hot cheeks.
"I..."
"Cum. Now."
David groaned, his knees buckling as volley after volley of white liquid was shot out of him. He knew how insane and wrong this was, but he looked Nathan in the eye the entire time, noting the other man's sadistic pleasures as his subject unloaded all over his soft, silky hand.
"Cheers," Nathan smirked, tsk-tsking as he noticed the big glob on his designer shirt. "That'll cost you. I'll be in touch."
He walked away from a still bewildered David, and licked the cum from his shirt and hand as quickly as he could. He'd barely managed to hold off his own tipping point, but he wasn't going to show any weakness in front of the likes of David Metcalfe.
As he hurried to his car, he threw his head back, shoving his hand into his trousers, the remnant of David's sperm rubbing against his shaft in a frenzy. He tugged at his heavy balls, readjusting as he began the final strokes. He ran the perfectly manicured nail of his index finger over his piss slit, imagining it was David's tongue, or Ryan's, or both.
"Fuck," he mouthed, seeing Ryan exit the Woolpack and walk towards the car. He intended to pull his hand out in time, but the excitement jolted him so much that he came and came and came, his body trembling as release overtook him. He now knew how David had felt, and as much as he hoped Ryan didn't see him, another part of him hoped he had.
He quickly pulled his hand free, looking for a tissue to clean himself off with.
Ryan walked by, singing a happy tune, barely noticing Nathan. Nathan wasn't sure to be relieved or annoyed.
Before he could process his thoughts, Ryan doubled back and leaned over the car.
"Save some for me next time mate," he winked, running his thumb across Nathan's sticky hand and tasting the nectar for himself.
Nathan, unsure of what other reaction to have, began to laugh.
"Next time...next time..."
If only he knew what would lay ahead...