Fucking in Hollyoaks Village (Gay, Celebrity)
This is a fictional story, based on Hollyoaks that I have no involvement in. It does not imply anything about the sexuality or relationships of any characters or actors involved. It doesn't follow the storylines of Hollyoaks rigidly, but will be influenced by it. All actors are over 18, and the character's are all age of consent or older.
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Prince sat nervously on a bench in the Folly waiting for Romeo to turn up. It had been over a week since the two had talked properly, ever since Prince had allowed Romeo to fuck him. Hunter had talked him convinced him to try it, and after a few days, Prince had realised his brother was right, and that he did want to share the experience and intimacy with his best friend. Hell, after everything they'd been through, the only person he felt closer to after Hunter was Romeo, and he felt the guy was another brother to him. So he'd taken the plunge and agreed, and it had been better than he could have imagined. So good that he'd been thinking of the time continuously, to the point he became annoyed and then angry at the lack of contact. The only thing that stopped him until now was his pride, and that had finally snapped and he'd sent the message inviting Romeo here. The truth was he had grown desperate, and he did not recognise the feeling in himself. Desperate to know what Romeo was thinking, and desperate to know why his best mate hadn't called him since, and he had to rub his hands through his hair to try and clear his thoughts.
He jumped to his feet as he heard steps approach, and then slumped back down on to the bench as he saw it was just a couple of dog walkers chatting as they passed through the area, and he blew out a deep breath as he tried to calm himself. "Hey, mate," and Prince started once again and leapt up. There he was, the man that had driven him to this state, and suddenly Prince didn't know what to say. He had been so needy and agitated, but now that Romeo was here, he just felt relief that he'd shown up. Romeo walked over and sat on the bench next to Prince, and sitting himself down again, Prince rubbed his sweaty hands onto his joggers. The two just looked at each other, until Romeo's smile grew wider and filled his face, Prince returning the expression before looking back to the floor as he tried to work out what to say, but Romeo took the lead. "So, how have you been?"
Anger flared in Prince's chest, and looking around to make sure they were alone he growled, "How have I been? I've not heard from you all week, and that's what you say to me. I let you fuck me, and nothing. Silence." He stopped talking, afraid he'd say something he'd regret, and the stunned look on Romeo's face made him pause.
Romeo put his hand on Prince's knee and moved closer as he said, "No, I'm sorry. I thought you needed space, to think about it, and you said you'd call me. When you didn't, I thought you were regretting it all." He squeezed his mate's knee, and continued, "When we.. that first night with Tom. Then the next morning, with us. And the rest of that day. After that, you gave me space, and I needed that to clear my head and accept it. I wanted to do the same for you. I'm sorry."
Prince stared at his friend as he explained, and he felt the anger drift away. He could see how Romeo thought he was doing him a favour, but at the same time it wasn't the same thing for him, and he started to realise why as he studied the man in front of him. Romeo was his friend, best friend, brother really. "You mean that?"
Romeo grew serious as he said, "Prince. That first time with the three of us, was great. Like, mind blowingly great. But it took me time to work out my feelings about it, and I needed that. You and Tom are my best mates, you more than him, and I really hated to think we'd spoiled our relationship by doing that, but I didn't want it to just be a throwaway fuck either. I meant a lot to me." Romeo gulped before continuing, "That you asked me to do that, to be with you like that.. it meant more to me than I can explain to you. To trust me like that, it was amazing. I loved it, and I only prayed that you want to do it again." Prince sighed and placed his hand on Romeo's giving it a squeeze, and they smiled at each other.
"Bro, I really do. If you told me a few months ago I'd be going mad all week thinking of being with you like that again, like some lovesick teenager waiting for you to call.. I'd have said you were crazy, but.." he admitted, but paused as he saw Romeo's face drop a little. "What?"
"Lovesick?" Romeo asked, and Prince blushed as he realised what he'd said, but nodded his head.
"Yeah," Prince said, before letting the news sink in for them both. He'd said it, and as he looked at Romeo, he knew he meant it and more. He let his hand fall on Romeo's thigh, and squeezed it gently before leaving it in place. Romeo looked down at the hand, and gulped as he looked back at his best friend. Seconds passed like hours, and then leaning in they both kissed, deeply. Neither cared they were in public where anyone could see them, and they raised a hand to each other's face to hold them close.
They had no idea how long they made out for, their tongues gliding against each other, before finally separating and staring into each other's eyes while panting hard. Romeo looked around and seeing they were still alone, was about to speak when he felt Prince's hand on him again, this time at his groin where it cupped him firmly and made him gasp. He turned to his friend, who just smiled back at him before letting his hand continue to rub against him, illiciting a moan from Romeo as his dick grew. Prince just looked at him as he continued to grope through the denim, and taking his other hand he worked quickly to open the jeans and pull them open, before diving in and taking hold of Romeo's growing shaft. His friend groaned at the warm touch, and his head turned wildly as he checked they were alone and hissed, "What are you doing?"
"Showing you I love you, Bro" Prince said without hesitation, and Romeo's jaw hit the floor as he felt the hand close over him and begin a slow steady jerk of his dick. He almost forgot they were outside and that anyone could find them as Prince scooted closer and told him, "I do. Your my best friend. My brother. And I think I love you." His hand kept moving up and down, and yet his eye's never left Romeo's as he continued, "After everything, I think I've always known it I think, but as a bro. But being with you like that, it was different than with Hunter." Romeo was moaning softly as he listened, the hand in his jeans having now pulled his leaking member out into the air, and he had to bite his lip to keep his voice down. "You're my brother, and you don't have to feel the same, but I wanted.."
Prince's words were cut off as Romeo leaned in a gave him a passionate kiss that caused him to stop his hand, and the two once again fell into a embrace right there in the Folly. Anyone could find them, and there'd be no explaination for what they were doing, even if the person didn't see Romeo's penis in Prince's hand. They broke apart, and breathing heavily Romeo said, "I do. I love you to. When I was with you and Tom, I knew. Tom's great, but you set my skin on fire, and I couldn't explain to myself why. I've been with other's and its great, you should try it, but it's never been like that first time with you. Last week with you, as you let me fuck you, I knew why. They were sex, with you it was love." Prince stared at Romeo as he took in the words, then felt a hand on his neck pull him into a gentler kiss, he heard Romeo say, "I love you too, Bro."
That was it. The two kissed again, and as Prince took Romeo into his hand and resumed his masturbation of his friend, he felt Romeo reach a hand into his sweats and take his dick in hand. He was already hard, the confessions and kissing enough to stir him to full length, and soon they were both making out while also giving each other the best handjobs of their lives. They had been with many people, men and women, but doing this out here after admitting their feeling's only acted to heighten every stroke and moan to new levels, the closest either had gotten to this feeling was Lily. They didn't care for anyone or anything other than each other at this moment, and as Prince felt his dick pulled out and the hand on his dick moved faster to keep pace with his own. They broke the kiss, both breathing hard, and stared at the other as their hands squeezed and moved faster, using the leaking precum as lube for the growing pace.
They heard a dog barking, and knew they didn'y have long, but couldn't stop now. They looked around them, and never stopping their strokes, they rested their foreheads together, and sped up. For Romeo, it was so intense he wouldn't last a minute longer, and with a grunt he exploded all over Prince's hand, multiple blasts firing out onto the closed fist as well as the bench and floor in front of him. His whole body shook at his climax, and Prince held him gently as he felt the dick pulse and shoot its last burst, before releasing it and letting it lie in Romeo's lap. He raised the hand to his face, and as Romeo watched, he started to lick his hand clean of the spilled load, closing his eyes at the taste as he savoured each drop. He felt Romeo take his dick in hand again, who had let it go while he had cum, and Prince only moaned as he sucked one of his fingers clean before his face was turned and Romeo claimed his mouth in a kiss, the two sharing the semen with each other.
Hunter groaned out as he came as their lips touched, the sound muffled by Romeo's kiss, his cum splattering the floor and bench. They kept kissing as Prince's orgasm slowly subsided, and they only split apart when each heard steps approaching them. Acting quickly, Prince yanked his joggers up over his deflating dick, while Romeo only had time to cross his leg onto the other and pull his shirt over his open jeans and hope whoever walked up wouldn't get too close. Both of them still had cum all over their hands, and with no way to clean them, they just let them hang loose over the back of the bench, just in time for Pearl and Jack to arrive. The two called over in greeting, but obviously had places to be, and so they walked off and left Prince and Romeo to their chat, neither one taking notice of the red faced Romeo or the suspicious streaks on the floor in front of them.
They gave it a moment to make sure they were once again alone, and then Romeo raised his hand, and while staring at Prince, he licked his palm before starting on his thumb. Prince smiled and did the same, his tongue working to clean his hand of Romeo's cum, the whole time looking at each other. It was so erotic for each of them to watch the other lick up the other's essense, that soon both of them started to get hard again. When their hands were clean of any evidence, they leaned into another kiss, each pushing some of the cum they'd licked into the others mouth, and linking their hand together over the back of the bench. They broke apart, but kept their hands holding as they enjoyed the moment together.
"So, should we go back to yours?" Romeo asked.
Prince considered, before asking, "One thing first. Are we.. like together now? Because, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."
Romeo squeezed his hand and said, "Me either. I love you, you love me. How about we start there, and see what happens. As long as we keep checking in and making sure we're both happy, I'm sure we can still have plenty of fun." Prince smiled and watched as Romeo stood and tucked his dick away, before Prince stood up and the two walked back to the houseshare, both thinking of what the future held for them.
Carter walked through the Folly minutes after they'd gone, and as he passed the bench, he saw the streaks on the floor and drops on cum on the bench. Stiffening at the sight, he stormed away, unable to believe he'd seen such filth out here in public. He stood at the edge of the village, and glaring at the people he saw, he wondered who had done such a devious thing.
All while hiding his growing bulge with his case for fear anyone would see.
Damon was distracted as he stood in back of The Love Boat, setting glasses into the washer as he thought of what he'd seen the other day. He had been having a quiet drink to get away from work for a bit when he'd seen Beau and Hunter run up the stairs to the flat, and wanting to see if they fancied a drink, he had headed up to ask them only to find both men naked and Hunter climbing onto Beau's lap and start to ride the other man. Damon had been frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes from the encounter, and as his jeans got tighter, the image had seared in his mind for later. It was only as he heard a voice at the bottom of the stairs that he realised he could not stand here for long, and so regretfully closed the door and left. He had rushed home, and barely made it to the bed before pulling his erection out and jacking off to the memory of the two men.
It had been an intense orgasm, and he had felt shame that he had spied on them and used the memory of the two for his own pleasure. He liked Beau, and the guy had reminded him of Brody so much, he had starred in a few dreams over the last year, but Damon had been so sure he was straight. But then, people probably thought the same of Damon and Brody, both having been in relationships with women despite the times they spent together.
Damon jumped out of his skin as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and spinning around he dropped the glass he was holding on the floor where it shattered at his feet making them both jump back. Ollie was standing there with a apologetic look on his face, and he immediately dropped down in a crouch and began to pick up the larger pieces. He kept saying sorry, and Damon just stood there as he tried to calm his heart which still threatened to burst from his chest. "Fucks sake Ollie, scared the crap outta me mate," Damon said finally, reaching out to grab the dustpan and brush before also bending down to sweep up the smaller pieces. Ollie carefully carried the larger pieces to the bin, turning to see Damon's ass pointing at him as the older man cleared the floor. He had to look up quickly as Damon stood back up, walking towards him as he carried the debris to the bin, and Damon asked, "What you doing here? Thought I'd locked up."
Ollie held up the keys in his hand, and jangled them as he said, "I still got the one's Brody gave me when I met him here to talk." He saw Damon's face drop at the mention of his dead best friend, and Ollie's heart ached that he had caused it. Brody had been there in the toughest part of his life after Buster, and he missed him every day and thought about him often, so he knew Damon must feel the same. The two had known each other for years, and were brothers in all but blood. He held the keys out, and said, "Sorry, do you want them back?"
Damon looked at them, and was about to take them when he thought again. "No. Brody gave them to you, he trusted you. You keep them, but no taking the piss alright." Ollie grinned and shoved the keys into his pocket with relief, as he realised it would hurt to lose them, as he often came here to think of his friend. They looked at each other, both of them unsure how to continue, and then Ollie watched Damon start to load the washer again. He walked over, and between the two of them loaded it and set the machine going before standing in silence again. As the noise grew louder, Damon asked, "You still miss him?"
Ollie glanced over and nodded, telling Damon, "Every day." Damon placed his hand on Ollie's shoulder and pulled him into a tight embrace, the two wrapping their arms around each other for a few moments as they remembered Brody in their own way. "You loved him right?" The question slipped out before Ollie could stop it, and he felt Damon stiffen against him, before slowly pulling away to look into Ollie's face. "Not just a friend, or brother. You loved him?" Damon just froze, before nodding as a tear slipped down his cheek, and Ollie pulled him into another hug, giving as much comfort to the man as he could. He had always suspected, and after his recent sexual adventures he had become more convinced that something had happened between the two friends, but now he knew.
Damon gradually pulled away, and breathed deep as he chuckled his embarressment away. "Sorry mate, caught me off guard there." He tried to busy himself with clearing the sink, but Ollie could see his mind was elsewhere. He walked over and leant at the counter, and just stood there, until Damon started to talk. It had been a long time since he had spoken of Brody like this, and never revealed the full story to anyone, but with Ollie he felt safe to do so, and Ollie listened to every word. As he helped unload the mahine and get another load started, he realised he had never known the closeness of what the two had, and his heart broke that Damon would have to live with the not knowing what their future would bring, but it felt good for him to hear. He had loved Brody in his way, and to know that the man was loved by someone else made the grief he still carried feel a little better. Damon too felt better, and wiped his eyes as he finished the story, before laughing and telling Ollie, "You better go before I start crying again."
Ollie touched his arm, and felt a shock of static that made them both start. "I'm not going anywhere," Ollie said. They both breathed hard, suddenly aware of how hot and sweaty the room had become, the machine washer in the corner still rumbling as it completed its wash cycle. Damon gulped as he looked at the younger lad, and his eye drifted down to his neck where he watched a bead of sweat slide down from the impressively square jaw. Ollie stared back, surprised that he'd never noticed how good Damon looked before now, hair wet and with his shirt clinging to his body in the humid environment. He looked down and saw an obvious bulge in Damon's shorts, and bit his lip as he looked back up into the man's face.
Ollie reached out and felt Damon grab his wrist to stop him as he whispered, "No. We can't."
Ollie raised his eyebrows, but stepped closer and leaned into Damon's ear as he said, "Please, I want to. Brody's gone, and he wouldn't want you to be sad forever. Let me make you feel good." Damon's hand weakened, and Ollie took the chance as he pushed the older man against the counter and kissed his neck, lapping up the sweat that he found there. His hands worked Damon's shirt open, and as he pulled it open he moved up to claim Damon's mouth in a kiss. He felt the hesitation in the guy, and Ollie let his tongue slide against Damon's until he felt the man begin to return the kiss. Without a pause, Ollie started to kiss down his neck once again, this time moving quickly so as to get to the lightly haired chest. He worked his mouth over the toned chest, licking and kissing over as much as he could as he slowly moved lower, taking a moment to stop at the right nipple and suck on it gently. Damon let out a loud moan at the action, and Ollie smiled as he sank to his knees and moved lower, storing the knowledge of senstive nipples for another time. He kissed over Damon's front, a decent flat stomach that really shouldn't be hidden from view, and he let his tongue dip into the man's belly button, earning him a gasp from above.
He settled his hands on the waist of Damon's shorts, before hands once again stopped him and he looked up at Damon's face. It was flushed from the steam, as well as Ollie's touch, and his eyes were locked on Ollie's as he said, "We shouldn't be doing this." Ollie smiled up at him, and in answer he let his hands work the zip and button open on the shorts, Damon's hands moving away as he felt the clothing fall to the floor at his ankles. He leaned back on the counter, his hands moving to grip the edge as he was exposed to the younger lad, who immediately took his growing member in his hand and began to jack him off. It had been so long since anyone had touched him there, that he had almost forgotten how good it felt, and something about the hot humidity only heightened the experience for him.
For Ollie, he had been surprised that Damon had been going commando today, but that was quickly forgotten as he loved the feel of the dick grow in his hand, until it reached its full 7" length. Looking up at the man above him, he let his eyes take in the sweaty chest that was breathing deeply, and then he focused on Damon looking down at him. There were conflicting emotions etched over the guy's face, but as Ollie opened his mouth and took Damon's dick onto his tongue, Damon's groan of pleasure told Ollie all he needed to know. He sealed his lips over the shaft, and began to use every bit of skill and talent he had learned to make this as good as he possibly could. He started slow, bobbing his head up and down the length, making sure to swirl his tongue over the tip each time he pulled back, and then suck deeply as he sank back down.
Damon was in heaven. It felt so good, and as Ollie began to move faster and suck harder, he had to grip the counter top harder to stop grabbing at Ollie's head and thrusting into him. While never knowing the details, after everything Ollie had been through with Buster, he didn't want to force him into anything he didn't want. He couldn't stop his hips jerking forward though, because as if reading his mind, he felt Ollie's hands circle around to his ass, and grip the cheeks as he pulled Damon forward, and Damon could only moan as Ollie seemed to pick up the pace. Damon took the hint, and resting a hand in Ollie's hair, he started to gently thrust his hips forward to meet Ollie's mouth, and soon the two had a rhythm, and that was when Damon felt Ollie's throat open and he sank in completely. Panicked, he pulled out and apologised as Ollie wiped his mouth of spit and pre-cum, before Ollie moved in again and took Damon back into his mouth. Damon could only moan and stand there watching as Ollie once again swallowed him whole, and his head tilted to the ceiling as he felt Ollie's throat work over the tip of his dick.
Outside, Beau paused as he looked at the Love Boat, sure he'd heard a voice from inside, but then carried on as he failed to hear anything else. He did look back once as he walked away, thinking maybe he should have double checked, before deciding to call Damon and check with him when he got in.
Inside, Damon was close to cumming, and unseen to him so was Ollie. He had opened up his own shirt, and while sucking the older man off he had taken his own dick in hand and was masturbating in time with his blowjob. His eyes were closed, and his tongue lashed against Damon's dick as it plunged in and out of his mouth, and then he felt the hand in his hair tighten and the dick explode in his mouth. Blast after blast filled his mouth, and he struggled with the immense load, some of it spilling onto his chin and chest as he accepted everything Damon had. It felt so good that Damon almost collapsed onto the counter behind him, and he had to lean on his arms as his orgasm subsided, his mind not ready to take in what had just happened to him. He felt Ollie's mouth licking over his dick, trying to capture every drop before seeing the lad move away and sit back on his heels, and for the first time Damon took in the sight. Ollie's shirt was open, showing his sweaty and muscled chest, and his trousers were open and his dick in hand as he jacked off while looking up at Damon's body, who felt slightly nervous under the younger man's gaze.
He shouldn't have been, as Ollie licked his lips clean while masturbating to the hot body in front of him, and the two held each other's gaze for a couple of minutes until Ollie cried out. His dick fired all over the floor, as well as Damon's shorts, and they both sighed at the sudden release Damon feeling it as much as Ollie did when the lad finally came. He felt a sudden regret that he had just watched Ollie wank off while he stood there doing nothing but stare, but as he continued to lean there, he grew more concerned that this was a huge mistake. He held his hand out to Ollie, who after a minute took it, and let himself be pulled up to his feet, and before Damon could speak had placed his hand at Damon's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Hesitant at first, Damon gave into the kiss, and let it happen, his own hands moving to Ollie's waist to pull him closer. His phone buzzed loudly, and he broke away from the kiss to see Beau's name onscreen, before reaching out to turn the volume off, only to see Ollie smiling at him accusingly. "What?" Damon asked.
Ollie ground his still deflating dick against Damon's crotch as he said, "I felt that twinge. You gotta thing for Tony's boy?" Damon blushed and Ollie laughed, before Damon joined in and the two stepped apart. Damon bent to pull his shorts back up, wincing as he saw the cum Ollie had shot over them, and tried to think if he had a spare pair here. Ollie tucked himself away and did his trousers up, watching the other man carefully for any sign of panic at what they'd just done. It hadn't been planned, and if Ollie was honest, he'd never even thought of Damon like that until it happened. Now as the two stood there in open shirts, both of them still sweaty and breathing deep, they both wondered if this would happen again, and maybe more. Ollie said, "Don't overthink this. I wanted it, you wanted it. I'll call you, OK?" Ollie stood there until Damon nodded, and then left, leaving the older man to overthink it as he knew he would.
He hoped he would call though.
So I hope you liked these stories, and I'm so happy that I got around to writing Damon into this story. I had thought of him with Beau, but when the idea of Ollie and him talking about Brody came to me, the story kind of made sense.
Again, keep the feedback coming, and I'm glad this still has an audience with some of you.