Fucking In Hollyoaks Village

Fucking in Hollyoaks Village 56 (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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Ollie was searching for something. Something that he only really recently realised he wanted after seeing how close Darren and Charlie were becoming. He had gone to their place hoping for a bit of fun, only to walk in and find them having sex in the bedroom, making the most of having the house to themselves it seemed. He would have joined them, no stranger to being with either one of them, but as he heard them moan and speak to each other, he suddenly felt like an intruder. It had been the connection between them, Darren telling Charlie how much he loved him while Charlie called Darren Dad over and over, all while being so completely wrapped up in each other that they never noticed Ollie at all. He'd quietly left them to it, and as he stood outside on their porch he knew why.

That is what Ollie really wanted. After they arrived in the village, and really for as long as he could remember, his own father Luke had been a constant in his dreams, his dreams an escape for all the drama and tragedy of his young life. Luke's drinking had been hard on him, and his dream allowed him to picture the man he could be when not drunk, one that loved and cared for Ollie above all others. That fantasy had grown and gotten more serious as he had started to explore his sexuality with Charlie and others. But then Luke had died, and Ollie had been devastated, not only for the loss of his father but also at the lost opportunity of telling his Dad who he really was. Ollie didn't know if Luke would have accepted him for being gay, but hoped he would have been happy for him.

If Ollie was completely honest with himself, he wondered if he would have had a similar relationship with Luke as Darren and Charlie had, but again he'd never know.

He wiped his eye, and stood straight, realising that what he wanted could still be out there, he just had to go find it. A Daddy to love him.

His first stop was unexpected, but someone that had caught his eye many times. Warren was gruff, and a person that Ollie usually avoided if at all possible, but he might just be the right man for the job. Ollie hung around outside the garage, watching people come and go until he was sure Warren was alone, and then walked inside. It looked empty, which couldn't be right as he was sure Warren was still in here, and as he checked around he was surprised when Warren stepped up to him from behind a pillar. "What you watching the place for, thinking of robbing us?" Warren growled at him, Ollie stumbling over a pile of parts that had been laid out on the floor, only just managing to catch his balance as he backed up. He knew instantly this had been a stupid idea, but as he was here and cornered he had to think of something.

"Hey, Warren. No, not robbing you I swear. Just.. I was thinking.. Umm.. Maybe you could teach me some stuff about cars?" Ollie just wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole, the stupidity of that statement. All that hanging around, and that was the best he could come up with. Warren smirked at him, rubbing his hands with a filthy rag before throwing it onto a bench near them, stalking closer and closer as Ollie moved backward. Ollie tried to speak again telling Warren, "Um.. you don't have to though if you don't have the time. Just thought..."

Ollie bumped into a work bench, unable to walk any further as Warren closed the distance and stepped into Ollie's space and leaning in he whispered, "You just thought you'd come get some of what Charlie Dean got, right?" Ollie was stunned, his jaw dropping as Warren grabbed Ollie by the waist and lifted him onto the tabletop, dropping the lad down heavily and pushing Ollie back so he was leant against the wall behind. Ollie felt the rough hands run up his legs, landing on his tenting crotch and grab at him, making him cry out at the sudden touch. This wasn't how he thought this would go, and now Warren was pulling his head forward into a searing kiss that surprised Ollie even more, his young mind resisting for a moment before giving in and kissing back.

He had no idea how long they kissed for, only that when Warren finally pulled back, his face felt raw from Warren's facial hair scratching over him, and he could feel Warren's hard dick pressing into his leg. Ollie panted as he tried to kiss Warren's neck and pull him close, mumbling out a quiet plea for more, and must have gotten carried away as he whispered, "Dad" just loud enough for Warren to hear. Ollie felt his body pushed back, and before he knew what was happening, he was pulled off the counter and flipped over, Warren's strength taking him by surprise as he felt the man grind against his ass as his face was pushed down onto the dirty oily bench. He breathed deep waiting for Warren to do anything, scared and excited at the sudden change in position.

"Want a Daddy to fuck you, huh?" A thrust, followed by more dry humping against Ollie's ass. "I can, but it won't be gentle or loving like your Dad would do? I'll have you begging me to keep going, but I'll use you for my pleasure and throw you away afterward." Ollie felt his breath hitch in his throat, knowing this wasn't what he wanted at all, and he started to struggle and fight to get away. Warren let him up immediately, and stepped away as he stared at Ollie, and told him, "I stopped, but other's won't, so be more careful out there. And don't come back here. "

Ollie was stunned at the sudden change in Warren's tone, but nodded and rushed to the door and left, not stopping until he was alone and far from the garage. He thought Warren was going to fuck him back there, and didn't know why he hadn't, but right now Ollie was relieved to have gotten away.

His next target was a little more successful, in that he didn't end up running from the place, and he had a bit of fun in the process. He was in The Dog, eating a bowl of food at the bar, which was a big no no for Tony, but the place was so busy he had allowed it just this once as all Ollie wanted was chips. Being Tony, it couldn't just be a simple bowl of chips, so they were triple cooked and came with a selection of dips and sauces that Ollie enjoyed as he ate up the grub. He watched the people chatting and enjoying themselves, and started a chat with Beau before Tony came up and asked his son to head down and change a barrel for him. "No worries, Dad. Will do it now, be right back Ollie," Beau said, heading through the doors to the cellar and leaving Tony to talk with Ollie as he hovered there waiting for Ollie to finish so he could clear the bar top.

Ollie knew Tony hated people eating at the bar, but he had given in to the request as he still had a soft spot for Luke's boy, but that didn't stop him wanting the bowl cleared away and the seat freed up for some more customers. Ollie deliberately slowed his pace, dipping each chip in a different sauce and eating slowly before repeating it on the next bite until Tony threw up his arms and walked over to serve another punter. Ollie grinned, knowing there was almost nothing better than winding the bar owner up, and as he looked at him his mind started to think. Tony was a good guy, had been mates with Luke for years, and he had to admit he liked the guy a lot. His attitude took some getting used to, but when it came down to it, he tried his best and did what he could for his friends and family. Tony came over, and made another pointed comment on Ollie enjoying the food, so Ollie said, "Great food, Tony as always. Could sit here all day and enjoy these." Tony huffed, his hands working a towel over a glass to clean it in frustration, as he eyed Ollie with growing annoyance.

Ollie smirked, chucking another chip into his mouth, and his eyes watched Tony's hands place down the glass before picking up the next. They were good looking hands, looking strong and delicate as it held the fragile wine glass and cleaned it. They were hands that had obviously done plenty of hard days graft in a kitchen, several healed cuts visible on the fingers, as well as almost smooth palms from so many heated pots and pans over the years. Ollie's eyes followed Tony as he reached for a pint glass, and then couldn't tear them away as Tony began to pump one of his customers a drink from draught, his hand opening and closing over the long handle as he pulled the pump up and down filling the glass. Ollie had to swallow as his mind conjured up what else Tony could do with those hands, imagined them grip onto Ollie like that, and suddenly his mouth was dry. Where had that thought come from? He couldn't actually want Tony? It was Tony for God's sake.

And yet his mind couldn't help but watch Tony work, the grumpy landlord only getting more wound up by Ollie's friendly tone and sudden interest in talking to him. Tony was a busy man, and he needed to get Ollie out so that he could clear the bar for what he hoped was a busy evening. His patience finally broke as Ollie dipped the last chip into the ketchup, and he threw the towel down and reached for Ollie's plate, his finger's sliding into a large dollop of sauce that Ollie had left on the bowl. The mess was the last thing Tony needed, and he dropped the plate and was about to reach for the towel only to have his wrist grabbed by Ollie, stopping him from cleaning up. He looked back at the lad, his eyebrows raising in question as he prepared to pull his hand free.

It was like slow motion, his hand held firmly in place as Ollie leaned in and licked up one side of Tony's index finger, his tongue sliding through the sauce as he locked his eye on Tony for any reaction. Tony couldn't find any words for the situation, and so just remained where he was as Ollie let his tongue clean the rest of the finger before giving it a gentle suck. Neither spoke, but Ollie didn't want to give Tony a chance to overthink this, and so he started the same act on each of Tony's other fingers, moving along each one until his mouth closed over Tony's little finger, which Tony didn't think actually had any sauce on at all. Ollie sucked the finger gently, his eye still fixed on Tony's face to gauge his reaction, and seeing only stunned surprise there he let the finger fall from his mouth.

They stared at each other, the busy pub almost forgotten as Ollie held onto Tony's hand, and Tony stared back at him and then they both looked down at the same moment. Tony's thumb had a large smear of sauce remaining on it, and as they looked at the digit, Ollie could feel that Tony had stopped breathing in anticipation of what Ollie would do next. Quickly checking that they were not being observed, Ollie leaned in and closed his mouth over Tony's thumb, sucking on it gently as he let his tongue move around it, and collect as much of the sauce as he could until Tony's thumb was completely clean. He didn't stop, closing his eyes he continued to suck on Tony's thumb, his head moving a little to simulate a blowjob as he let his mouth move back and forth on Tony's outstretched hand. It could only have been seconds, but felt much longer, and as he was about to pull away he felt Tony push his hand into Ollie's mouth a bit.

It wasn't a lot, but the gentle movement was enough to make Ollie suck a little harder, and then he felt Tony's hand close, his fingers grazing under Ollie's chin and stroke at his throat as Ollie sucked on Tony's thumb. He moaned softly around the digit, thankful that they hadn't been interrupted, the feel of Tony's hand on his face making him grow hard in his jeans. He had never thought of Tony as anything sexual before today, and now as he basically performed oral on the man's hand in public, he wondered if he'd see him any other way again. Tony felt the same, this was Luke's son, one that had been through so much and he felt protective of, and he was just allowing the lad to service his hand, and as he watched the lips slide over his skin, he couldn't believe this was happening.

"Dad!" They broke apart, Ollie wiping his mouth as Tony grabbed up the towel to dry his hand, and they saw Beau standing there watching them, his mouth open in shock at the scene he had walked in on. They had no idea how long he had been standing there, but from the look on his face he had seen enough. Tony cleared his throat, keeping his back to his son as he restarted cleaning some glasses, acting as if nothing had happened between him and Ollie.

Ollie had to smile, knowing Beau would have questions, but he had to run. He grabbed his jacket, and as he slipped it on he saw a definite bulge in Beau's trousers, and as he told the two Hutchinson men bye, he dipped his finger into the sauce and licked his own finger clean and told them. "Your Dad's sauce is so good, can't wait to try some more soon."

They both gaped at him as he left, Beau unable to believe what he had just walked in on, and Tony left reeling at what Ollie had done to him.

Tom ended up next on Ollie's list, a late addition as he was as far from the typical Dad Ollie could picture, but seeing him walking his daughter through the village reminded him that Tom might work. Ollie had heard a rumour of Tom's adventures away from his wife with the men in the McQueen house, and so hung around the village for Tom to return home, following the older man as he walked home. Ollie let his eyes look over Tom's back as he walked, his mouth watering as he took in the broad shoulders and firm ass of the guy, and he was sure there was a little strut in his step that he had never noticed before. Where had Tom gotten this attitude?

He watched Tom approach his door, and sped up to catch him before the door closed, and reached out to hold the door before Tom could shut it. Tom looked nervous for a second as he opened the door again, and then burst into his typical nice guy smile and said, "Hiya Ollie, you OK mate?"

Ollie grinned, wondering how this was going to go. "Hey Tom, can I come in?" Tom shrugged and waved Ollie in, walking over to the kitchen as he took his coat off and started to fill the kettle and make his surprise visitor a cuppa. Ollie watched him move through the kitchen, his eyes noticing Tom's nipples poke at his T-shirt, and he almost lost his train of thought as they made small talk and Tom made some tea. Tom set the cup down on the counter and as he took a sip, Ollie asked him, "So you and the McQueens?"

Tom sputtered, hot tea burning his mouth as he spat the drink all over the counter top, Ollie jumping back a step as he laughed at the reaction. Tom put the cup down heavy, more tea splashing the surface as he ran to the sink to drink some water and cool his mouth. He bent back up from the tap, wiping his mouth as Ollie stared at the shocked and scared look on Tom's face, and asked, "What do you mean? They're mates, that's all."

Ollie smiled wider as he walked around the counter, Tom backing away slowly as he watched the approach. What did Ollie know? How did Ollie know? Who else knew? All these thoughts flew through Tom's mind as he felt his escape close off as he was suddenly cornered in his own kitchen. Ollie paused as he answered, "I know because I know how mates act when they start fucking each other. Me and Charlie.. Oops, shouldn't have said that." Ollie grinned at Tom's reaction to Charlie's name, wondering what it would do to the man in front of him, and pleased to see it gave him the chance to step closer so that he was pressed against Tom's body, earning him a shocked gasp from the taller man. "Yeah me and Charlie have been messing around for a while, though he and I aren't exclusive so we can have fun with other people." His hand stroked up Tom's side's, circling around to Tom's buff chest and running over it, spending a few seconds rubbing the perky nipples through the fabric and making Tom groan. "You and Prince, I've seen the way you have changed when around each other. And Romeo too, so I assume you're all in some hot as fuck friends with benefits thing, the obvious benefit being getting the chance to fuck around with the sexiest men in the village." Ollie's hands moved down to the hem of Tom's shirt, lifting it to show off Tom's flat stomach and nipples, Ollie moving his thumb to one of them and flicking at it. Tom groaned, he loved to have his nipples played with, one of the reasons his shirts were always a little to tight was the pleasure of having them constantly rubbing against his sensitive nubs. Ollie leared at him and said, "And yes Mr Cunningham, I include you on that list."

Ollie was now rubbing circles over both of Tom's nipples, their crotches pressed together as Ollie kept him trapped in the corner of the kitchen, and Ollie could feel Tom growing harder against him. "Ollie, really we can't do this. You've got it all wrong about me and.." Tom groaned as Ollie pinched his nipple's, rubbing them between his thumb and finger as he tweaked them gently and wiped Tom's mind of any argument.

Ollie said, "Don't fight it. I can feel you like this, so just let me do this and get what I want and maybe we can do this again when we have more time."

Tom bit his lip, staring at the lad in front of him his shirt still raised as his nipples were played with. He moaned as Ollie pinched harder, and whimpered as he asked, "What do you want?"

Ollie leaned in and gave Tom a peck on the lips, barely enough to register but the words he said made Tom shiver. "I want some Daddy dick." Before Tom could react, Ollie was on his knees, pulling Tom's jeans open and reaching in to grab Tom's leaking shaft and pull it free. Tom's shirt fell back down as Ollie's hands found his dick and started to jerk him off, Tom's head falling back as he enjoyed the sudden unexpected handjob. Tom had not had time to process Ollie's words when he felt the lad's mouth close over him, sucking on him hard a few times before pulling away and licking his entire length, not missing an inch as he made sure to touch every part of Tom's dick. Tom sank back against the counter, his impressive arms either side of his body as he let the young man work him over, the fact they were in the kitchen of his wife's home only adding to the excitement and danger of this. He felt disgusted by the word, his daughter often using the phrase when they were together, but Ollie's mouth just felt to good to stop.

Soon Ollie was bobbing his head over Tom's dick, his eyes fixed on the man above him, and as he felt a hand land in his hair, he knew he had him. He picked up the pace, his tongue never slowing as he brought Tom closer to the edge, and as Tom moved his other hand under his shirt, Ollie watched as he started to play with his own nipples. Ollie wished he had taken the time to strip Tom of his shirt, but this had all happened so quickly, that he had to make do with gripping at Tom's ass through his jeans, pulling the other man into his mouth to encourage him to thrust into the blowjob. Tom took the hint, his recent time with the McQueen's and Romeo giving him the confidence to be more assertive in sex, something even Yazz his wife had noticed and enjoyed recently. He tried not to think of her right now though, and just thrust into Ollie's willing and open mouth, moaning louder as he sank in to the root, his dick sliding into Ollie's throat where it settled for a few seconds before leaving again. Tom was amazed, surprised at the skill and talent as Ollie dived back onto him and restarted quickly, before pulling off and start licking at Tom again.

Ollie knelt there, the only sounds the slurping of his tongue and pleased moans at Tom's precum flowed into his mouth, but he wanted more. He looked up at Tom and started to talk, telling him, "You taste so good, Tom. Wish I could see you, all of you while I'm down here, worshipping you. You like this, my mouth on you?" More sucking, Tom's hand tightening in his hair as he listened to Ollie's words, and Ollie knew it was all going to cause Tom to orgasm soon. "Cum for me Dad." He didn't know if Tom even heard the words, but Tom pulled Ollie's head down onto his dick, and after fucking his hips into Ollie's mouth a few times he exploded, flooding Ollie's mouth with his fatherly seed as Ollie expertly drank down every drop. Tom was groaning as his body slumped against the cabinet's, his dick still in Ollie's mouth as the lad licked him clean before pulling back and opening his mouth for Tom to see the cum pooled in his mouth. Tom gulped at the sight, and couldn't move as he watched Ollie rise to his feet and swallow, his adam's apple rising in his throat as he sighed in delight as the cum slid down to his stomach.

Tom was still hanging out of his jeans as Ollie reached out and stroked Tom's face, leaning in and kissing him gently, before turning and heading to the door. The whole encounter had lasted barely 10 minutes, but as Tom reached down to tuck himself away he couldn't leave it like this. "Ollie, that was really great, but we have to be sure no-one finds out about this. And the Daddy stuff..?"

Ollie smiled and said, "Don't worry, Tom. I won't tell anyone about your delicious Daddy cum."

Tom groaned in disgust and pleaded with Ollie, "Please, don't call ever call me that, or this can't happen again." Ollie's face fell a little, and as he left the house, he knew the hunt for his perfect Dad wasn't finished yet.

Ollie walked back through the village, still able to taste Tom on his tongue as he sat on the bench and watched the world drift by for a bit. Why was this so important to him, and why was it so difficult to find what he was looking for? He had had sex with plenty of guys in the village, but none that seemed willing to play the part he wanted, if even for a short time. Hell, he'd take them faking it, just let him experience it once and he might be able to move on.

He looked up at the phone booth, and as if on auto-pilot he stood and walked up the steps. He saw Ste and James walking across, arguing about something yet again, and he felt his dick stir as he saw the two Dad's and thought maybe they'd be up for it, but he just kept on moving up the steps to his destination. He entered the booth, taking a deep breath before lifting the handset and just listened to Luke's voice for a while. He really missed him.

It was a few days later that he got his next chance, and it was all kicked off by a chance meeting with Dave, the postman/handyman. Ollie was walking towards The Dog, hoping for another chance to wind Tony up, and maybe see if they could have some more fun, because Ollie had not expected to do as much with the guy as he had. It had been fun, and Ollie had thought of Tony's hands often over the last few days. He had been surprised at his own actions, licking the man's hand so openly, as well as Tony's willingness to let it happen, and while he was sure it would go no further, there was no harm in trying again.

And that was when he saw Dave walking towards him, his face a deep frown as he searched his bag for another package he was delivering, and they almost collided as the older man was too distracted. Ollie stepped out of his path, giving Dave a pat on the arm to make him aware of his presence, and the man gave him an apologetic grin as he heaved the parcel he was looking for out of the bag. "Sorry, Ollie mate. Christmas started early this year, got loads of these things to get shot of today."

Ollie smiled at him, telling him, "I bet, and its only just started. All the best." He walked off, leaving Dave to his job, and thought Dave was a alright looking guy. Bit scruffy, and a decent Dad body that fit with what Ollie was looking for right now. He turned around as he continued on his way, and was surprised to see Dave staring at him as he left, his eyes seemlingly fixed on Ollie's ass as he walked down the street. It was all but confirmed as Dave saw he'd been spotted, and quickly turned on his heel and headed off in the other direction, almost breaking into a run to get away from the lad he had been ogling.

Suddenly Ollie bumped into a brick wall, and fell to the floor and looked up in shock to see it was in fact John Paul looking as surprised as Ollie at the sudden collision. He offered his hand to Ollie who took it, and felt a little breathless as John Paul pulled him to his feet with ease, Ollie forgetting how strong his former teacher was. He looked him over and while the broad chest and thick arms were something Ollie had become very familiar with during their time together, he realised the man might be the perfect one to help him.

Half an hour later, they were both naked and Ollie was kneeling in front of John Paul applying lube to the older man's dick as he prepped it for his ass. John Paul was leaning back on his arms, letting the younger man play with him while the cold gel spread over him, and he enjoyed the attention. It had been a fairly long period of him bottoming for what felt like half the village, and while he had loved getting his ass filled, it was good to get back on top now and then, and he remembered how good Ollie's ass felt when they were together and so had jumped at the chance when Ollie suggested coming back here for some fun. Now as Ollie climbed up onto his lap, his hands reached around and took a firm grasp of the sexy lads ass, and as he squeezed it tight, his fingers found the hole already lubed ready for him. Ollie grinned wider as he felt the fingertips circle his hole and told John Paul, "I've been walking round ready for someone to fuck me all day." Ollie reached back, and taking hold of John Paul's dick guided it to his ass and started to sink down on it. They had done this many times, and it still felt so good to Ollie as he sank his ass onto his former teacher, a man he had been taught by filling him so well that his body surged with delight. "Guess we were both lucky we bumped into each other," Ollie said, his mouth capturing John Paul's in a searing kiss as his ass started to rise and fall on the large dick.

John Paul moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to grab Ollie's waist and try to guide Ollie along his length, but the lad seemed determined to move at his own pace, so John Paul just sat on the edge of the bed and let Ollie ride him. They never broke their kiss except for Ollie's moans, and as they thrust against each other, John Paul grabbed Ollie tighter to him and thrust up into the warm ass. They were soon both moaning into the kiss, Ollie moving faster as he rose and fell on the man's dick, his focus entirely on experiencing this moment and nothing else. John Paul groaned as Ollie broke the kiss and started to lick and nibble on his ear, and heard Ollie whispering, "Oh fuck, Dad. So good, please.. keep fucking me." John Paul was thrown a little at the words, as he had never heard Ollie speak like this before, and he tried to move his head back to look at the lad. Ollie never stopped, his arms holding John Paul close as he continued to ride the older man, his mouth never stopping with the torrent of words as his mind made his fantasy come true.

Right now he wasn't with John Paul, he was with Luke, his father. And as he closed his eye's, he could picture his Dad as the one with him, and that it was his dick that he was riding and that felt so perfect in his ass. Some part of his mind knew it wasn't, but that feeling got shoved to the side as he edged closer to orgasm. He pushed the body back on the bed, and as he let his hands run over the broad chest, he imagined it was Luke lying below him, reaching out to touch Ollie's body as his son rode him faster. Ollie's eyes were still closed as he cried out for more, "Fuck, Dad. Love you so much, so good. Fuck."

John Paul didn't know what to do, the tight ass squeezed him so well that he wouldn't last long, but the way Ollie was acting wasn't anything he had heard from the lad before. All the Dad talk was strange, but at the same time it seemed Ollie was lost in the fantasy, and so John Paul just let his hands glide over the muscled lad as he let the lad fuck himself onto John Paul's member. Both reached climax almost at the same time, John Paul firing into Ollie's ass as he moaned out his release, while Ollie exploded all over John Paul's chest, some of it landing on the man's face as he lay there panting at the incredible orgasm he witnessed on Ollie's face. John Paul heard the word Ollie had cried out as he came, and while he knew it was a part of Ollie's fantasy, he felt a little bad for the lad as it was obvious he was looking for something more than John Paul would be able to provide him.

The word had been "Dad", and while John Paul enjoyed their time together, he knew he could never be that for Ollie.

Ollie was sat in The Dog, staring into his drink as he thought of what John Paul had said to him yesterday. He had loved that first time so much, lost in the fantasy of being with his father, that he had freaked John Paul out a little and they had agreed it had to be a one time thing. They had sex again later, but Ollie could feel John Paul anticipating more Daddy talk, so Ollie had bit his lip to stop himself. Not that he wanted to, because after talking with John Paul about it, the illusion had broken and Ollie didn't see the former teacher that way any more. Ollie fell back into their usual role play of teacher and student, and John Paul had become much more active, fucking another load into Ollie's ass before they both curled up onto the bed and fell asleep.

Ollie watched Tony emerge from the back with plates of food in his hand, and smiled at him before seeing Tony almost run out from the bar to get away from Ollie and his face dropped again. He looked back down to his drink, making a decision to finish and leave before Tony got back, and then someone sat next to him. He looked over and saw Dave, the unkempt postie looking good as he smiled shyly at Ollie and asked if he could talk to him. Ollie nodded, and waited for Dave to speak first. "Sorry bout.. Um.. yesterday. Staring I mean," Dave said, looking like he was ready to die of embarressment at any moment.

Ollie grinned, and shrugged it off. "Don't worry bout it, I'm used to it. I'm sexy and I know it," he said, and Dave chuckled and a weight seemed to come off his shoulders. "Did you like what you saw?"

The question caught Dave off guard, and as he looked around to make sure they were alone, he looked back to Ollie's face and nodded. The admission caught Ollie off guard a little, as Dave said, "Never thought I'd say it, but your ass looks amazing."

Ollie grinned wider than ever, his teeth gleaming as he tested the waters. "And? What you want to do with it?"

Dave growled, his eyes burning as he told Ollie, "Naughty things."

Ollie gulped, the aggressive answer making him hard in record time. "Why, Daddy? Why do you want to do that?"

If Ollie thought Dave wanted him before, the mention of the word Daddy caused fire to flash over the man's features and as Dave leaned in closer he said, "Cos its what Daddy wants, boy." Ollie almost came right then, and as he stood up to follow Dave from the pub, he thought his hunt might finally be over.

He missed Tony watch him leave, and the sad look on his face.

They both walked into the Osbourne house, calling out but finding only silence. Dave knew the place would be empty as they had all headed out for a day of christmas shopping, even taking Mason with them while Dave had cried off for work. It's where he should have been now, but the chance for some afternoon sex with the sexy younger man had been too much for Dave to resist. Ollie took him by surprise by pushing up against Dave and kissing him, the man giving in to the kiss after only a moment's hesitation, before wrapping his arms around Ollie's waist and grabbed at the firm ass tightly, making Ollie gasp into the older man's mouth. Dave kneaded the cheeks as they made out in the kitchen, slowly moving towards the stairs, but neither willing to break the hungry kiss just yet. Dave stumbled, falling onto the steps as Ollie fell on top of him, the two smiling as the kiss continued, Ollie really enjoying the scratch of Dave's facial hair, while Dave enjoyed the aggression of Ollie's kiss. Dave loved his son, but he was always afraid of hurting the boy, and while Mason had had moments when they were together where he let himself go, Dave knew the timid lad would never kiss him like this or give Dave what he truly needed. Maybe Ollie would.

Dave pulled Ollie closer, their crotches grinding against each other as they kissed, before Ollie pulled back and said, "Where's the bedroom, Daddy?" Dave growled, pushing Ollie off him and scrambling to his feet, his hand reaching out to swat at Ollie's ass as the young lad started up the stairs, earning a surprised yelp and laugh as Dave chased Ollie up the stairs and along the corridor. He caught hold of Ollie's wrist and spun him round, slamming him against the nearest door and pushing him against it while planting another kiss on Ollie's mouth, his hands working Ollie's shirt up as he let them explore the younger body, finding the muscles beneath a big turn on. Dave had never had a body like this, and enjoyed the chance to feel every inch of it while he had the chance. Ollie moaned into the kiss, loving the way Dave's fingers moved over his chest and stomach, quite rough as they squeezed his growing pecs and pinched at his nipples. They both fell into the room as the door burst open behind them, unable to cope with the pressure of the two men rutting against it, and they both just about caught their footing before hitting the ground and looked to see they had been making out against Charlie's bedroom door.

Ollie and Dave had both had good times in this room, Ollie had taken Charlie's virginity in this room and spent many hours with his teen boyfriend, while Dave had enjoyed more than a few visits to this room and his son's bed since they had reconnected. As Dave looked at the bed he saw Mason had made his bed before leaving or, as he looked at Charlie's mess of bedsheets, meybe he had spent the night in his mate's bed and felt a little bit of guilt he felt drift away. He felt bad doing this behind Mason's back, but his son couldn't give him what Dave craved where as Ollie could, and if Mason could find pleasure with others, why couldn't he. He felt Ollie press against him, and whisper in his ear, "Had some good times in here, but I guess you have to?" Dave gasped as Ollie stroked a hand down over his bulging jeans and cupped his hardness, then bit down on his ear lobe. "You wanna fuck me on his bed? Or take me to yours?"

Dave looked at the bed his son slept in, then turned to Ollie, taking the lad by surprise as he lifted his into his arms and carried him back out into the hall and walking to the next door and kicking it open. It was the little cramped guest room he had been given, and as he threw Ollie down onto the bed, he suddenly wished they'd stayed downstairs and used Darren's big double bed. The single bed would do for now, and as he pulled his shirt off and started to undo his jeans he watched Ollie start to strip off his own clothes on the bed. Dave's lust grew as more of Ollie's body was revealed, the muscled chest and toned legs making his mouth water, and as Ollie lay there in just a pair of much too tight boxer briefs, that left nothing to the imagination. The lad had been right in the pub, and after Dave stepped out of his jeans, he climbed on top of Ollie and they resumed their kiss, each of them groaning as their bodies rubbed together, both of them straining to be released from their boxers as their dicks grinded together.

They made out for a while, forceful kisses that took their breath away and left them panting when they actually parted for a few needed seconds of air. Neither let up, hands groping at every part of the other as they lay there, Dave using his to either squeeze at Ollie's leg as it wrapped over his ass while the other pulled at the small of Ollie's neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. Ollie's travelled over Dave's torso, enjoying the feel of the body above him, and wrapping over the older man's back and rake his fingers down it, and as he moaned the word, "Dad!" he felt Dave swoop down on his neck and suck hard on him, and Ollie was sure he'd have a hickey there when he checked later. Dave felt Ollie's hand slide into his boxers, grabbing at his ass and pulling him harder into Ollie's crotch, and they finally broke the kiss to look at each other properly. They were both breathing hard, sweat breaking out on their bodies and each of them rock hard and pressed together, Ollie's hand touching Dave's neck as they stared at each other. "We ready to do this, Daddy?"

Ollie could swear he felt Dave twitch at the word, and as he lay there he didn't have to wait long for the response. "Fuck yes," Dave shot up to his knees, pushing his boxers down to his knees and reaching for Ollie's boxer briefs, pulling them down swiftly and throwing them to the floor. He reached out and grabbed a bottle of lube he had tucked in the drawer next to the bed, and smeared it over his dick with one hand while sliding the other into the crack of Ollie's ass and add lube to the young lad's hole. His 7" dick covered, he used his free hand to lift Ollie's leg up, almost bending Ollie back on himself and giving Dave better access to his ass. He smirked as the hole accepted his finger easily, realising the boy had prepped before even meeting Dave, and as he slid in a second he listened to Ollie's sigh of delight grow louder as he began spreading the hole open for entry. Ollie only got louder as Dave speared his hole with his fingers, constantly moaning for more, but Dave kept the boy waiting until he was ready. He loved being with Mason, but teasing Ollie and watch him writhe on the bed below him is something he'd never do to his youngest son, so Dave wanted to enjoy this.

He'd teased for long enough, Ollie's legs so wide that one of them hung off the side of the bed as Dave thrust his slick fingers into Ollie's ass, before removing them quickly and settling between the legs to position his dick at the lads entrance. He stared at him until Ollie opened his eye's and looked up at him and said, "Ready, son?" He barely waited for the answer as he started to push in, sliding in slowly as Ollie groaned loudly at the entry, his hands gripping the sheets as he was filled, not from pain but excitement. Hearing Dave call him son had sent all the blood in Ollie's body flooding to his dick and he feared cumming to soon before this had even got started, because having Dave let him call him Dad was one thing, but if he called Ollie son again, the lad thought he'd explode and cover them in enough cum to drown in. Ollie felt Dave's pubes finally meet his ass, and the two stayed still for a minute to adjust, and then Dave shifted his hips a little to Ollie's confusion, and then Ollie felt the dick in his ass connect with his prostate and he groaned louder. Dave smirked down at him and leaned closer, the two now inches apart as they stared at each other and he asked, "Ready?"

Ollie bit his lip and nodded, as he said, "Yes, Dad."

That time he defintely felt Dave's dick twitch against his prostate, and the man growled as he pulled out and said, "Fuck son." They both groaned as Dave plunged back in, both of them knowing this wouldn't last long as Dave thrust out and in, moving fast and hard as he captured Ollie's mouth in another searing kiss. Dave closed his eye, picturing Mason below him as he fucked into the tight warm ass below him, and he couldn't help but moan his youngest son's name as he thrust and felt the hole clamp down over him.

For Ollie, he to had his eye's closed and as he moaned "Dad" and "Daddy" over and over, he pictured Luke above him. His greatest fantasy, the one that had fueled his every sexual encounter of the last few weeks was finally becoming a reality, and Ollie loved it. His leg wrapped over Dave's waist, the strong lad using his leg to pull the Dad into his ass harder and his arms to hold on and squeeze Dave's arms as he let his body accept the fuck it was getting. As they fucked, each lost in thoughts of the partner they wished they were with, and as Dave kept up the cries of Mase while Ollie called out for his Dad, they felt pleasure coursing through them.

He didn't last long, and as he heard Dave whisper, "Love you son" into his neck, Ollie's eyes shot open and he exploded all over his chest, the cum flying as far so that he felt splashes of it hit his face and neck. His ass clamped down hard on Dave's dick, and after a few more thrusts, he felt the man fill his ass with seed, and they both groaned as their orgasm's peaked and then died down. They were breathing hard, Dave's body lying on top of Ollie's as he kissed the lad's shoulders, his tongue scooping up a little of Ollie's load that he found there, and Ollie's body buzzed at the feel of the tongue slide along his shoulder blade. Dave eventually lifted his head and looked down at Ollie and asked, "That OK?" Ollie grinned wide and nodded, and Dave asked again, "The Dad/Son stuff? Not too much?"

Ollie raised his hand to Dave's neck and squeezing it, he answered, "Loved it, it's what I've been looking for." Dave leaned in and they kissed for a minute, Dave's dick never leaving Ollie's hole, and never softening as he stayed with the lad. They broke apart, and Ollie felt the dick strike his prostate again, and groaned as he said, "Got another load in you, Dave?" Dave smiled and gave Ollie a thrust, but the lad stopped him and pushed Dave away. Dave sat back on his heels and watched Ollie turn over onto his knees, leaning down on his arms as he presented his leaking hole to the older man and looked over his shoulder. His eye's burned as he told Dave, "Fuck me, Daddy. Come fuck your boy."

Dave could only stare at the erotic sight, his eye locked on the cum leaking from the lad's ass, and he rose up to guide his dick to the opening and push back in. He had never stayed hard like this after cumming, except for when he was with Mason, and the fact he was still raring to go was a surprise to him, but as he sank his whole 7" into the boy below in one quick push, he hoped to do this again and again in future. Ollie groaned at the sudden entry, and as he pushed his ass back onto Dave's push, he felt another load brewing in his balls. The first orgasm had been great but quick for them both, so Ollie hoped they would both last a bit longer this time. "Just call me Dad," Dave said and started to thrust.

About 5 minutes later, Ollie's hands were gripping the pillow as he felt Dave speed up, fucking into his ass as he moaned for more. Dave was groaning too, his hands holding onto Ollie's hips for dear life as he fucked into the sloppy hole for a second time, his mind racing as he tried to hold back for fear of cumming too soon. He wanted this to last longer as well, but every time Ollie let slip another series of filth, sent Dave wild. Ollie rose up, his back resting onto Dave's chest, and Dave paused his thrusting to let his hands wander up Ollie's chest, sliding through the cum that still resided there, and then he brought the hands to their mouths. Ollie took one of the fingers into his mouth sucking it clean as he felt the dick throb in his ass, and watched Dave start to lick his other hand clean, both of them enjoying the taste of Ollie's prior load as they both calmed down from their building orgasm. Only when both hands were clean did they kiss, each sharing in the taste of the young man as he sat his ass in Dave's lap, squeezing the dick with his ass as they made out. Ollie pulled away from the kiss, and stared at Dave as he asked, "Do you fuck Mase like this?"

Dave flinched at the question, not expecting it and not sure how to answer, but as he felt Ollie's ass convulse around him he knew there was no point lying. "Not like this, I wouldn't.." The rest of his sentence cut off as Ollie reached his arm up, Dave catching sight of the arm curl and flash Ollie's muscle as his head was pulled in to another kiss, Dave starting to push his hips forward again.

Ollie gasped, and breaking away again he almost read Dave's mind as he said, "You can't fuck him like you want to because you don't want to hurt him, or make him feel different about you?" Dave gaped, and while still thrusting gently, he nodded his head and admitted the truth, earning him another kiss that Ollie broke soon enough. "I'm not Mase, so fuck me like you want to. If it gets too much, I'll tell you to stop. And you'll stop, right?" Dave almost came right then, but held back and nodded as he pushed his mouth onto Ollie's, kissing the young lad hard as he got permission to use the young lad's hole as he wanted. His hand's ran roughly over Ollie's body, stroking his dick a few times before running up the muscled chest and tweaking his nipples before running behind Ollie's back. He surprised the lad by pushing him forward back onto all fours, Ollie enjoying the sudden shift in attitude, and as he felt the hands move to his waist and grip him tightly he groaned, "Do it, Dad."

Dave did, pulling his dick all the way out and pushed back in quickly, one hard thrust that pushed Ollie's head into the pillow and had the young lad groan. Dave started fucking, no other word could describe the wild erratic thrusts that Dave threw into Ollie's body, both of them breathing hard at the sensation's washing over them. Dave's hand's gripped Ollie so hard that there were sure to be marks, and as he pulled Ollie's ass back to meet each thrust, the room was filled with sounds of skin slapping skin. Ollie's mouth was biting down on the pillow, the hard rapid thrusts making his mind go blank and dick leak all over the bed, enjoying the rough ride his ass was getting. No-one had treated him quite like this, and he enjoyed the change of pace, but also the knowledge that he could stop at anytime if it became too much. He hoped anyway, the frantic thrusts of the man behind him making him doubt Dave would even hear Ollie if he asked, but as long as Dave kept hitting his prostate every few thrusts Ollie was happy to lie here and take it.

Both of them kept talking throughout, the dirty talk broken only by moans or groaning. Dave called out "Fuck" every time Ollie squeezed down on his dick and it was music to Ollie's ear, while Ollie constantly called for his "Dad" to fuck him harder just sent Dave wild. He could never fuck Mason like this, and used the chance to get it all out of his system while he had a partner that would let him, and the fact he kept hearing the boy call him Dad sent his mind racing. He loved being with Mason, the sex was good, but with Ollie he could let his animal side out and relieve the tension he felt. Ollie leant up, his body pulled back onto Dave's as he felt the angle shift with the movement and so each thrust hit his prostate more often, and he leant his head back. He called out to his "Dad" to fuck him repeatedly, and somehow Dave found new energy as he sped up and Ollie felt a mouth clamp onto his neck and suck another hickey onto his skin, this time on the other side. He'd have a matching set now he was sure, and while Ollie loved the feeling, it was nowehere near as good as when Dave's mouth lifted to his ear, and after giving it a light nibble, he moaned, "Fucking love this son."

Ollie's body shook at the words, and Dave noticed the change so kept it up. "So good, son. Love you. Do you love your Dad fucking you like this?" Dave bit his ear harder, tugging on the lobe as he moaned and Ollie was almost vibrating at the dirty talk being whispered in his ear, and he pushed his ass back onto each thrust, every one now striking his prostate as they fucked. Ollie felt a hand wrap around his leaking dick, smearing in precum as it began jacking him off, and he knew he was close. Minutes passed, both edging closer to another intense release, when Dave told Ollie, "Cum for me son, cum for your Dad." Ollie did, exploding another massive load, this time all over the bed and pillow below him, his body shaking as the cum blasted out of him. It was so much more intense than the first, and as he felt his body try to sink into the pleasure, he felt Dave pull him closer and bite down on his shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to mark Ollie with teeth marks as he came, filling the younger man with another massive load of cum.

Dave sank down to sit on his heels, his body weak after yet another orgasm, and felt Ollie's body collapse against his. He wrapped his hands around the boy, holding him up as they both recovered, Dave planting soft kisses over the back of Ollie's neck and shoulder, and seeing the rising bruise where he had sucked too hard. He saw the bite mark also, and felt suddenly very concerned that he had gone to far. He eased out of Ollie, feeling a stream of cum leak out of his young hole and led the kid down on the bed, lying down behind the lad and stroking his arm. He thought Ollie might have drifted off to sleep, but felt a hand rise and take hold of Dave's, and pull it around him so they just led there with Dave holding Ollie close to him. Dave's heart was thumping waiting for Ollie to talk to him, give him some sign that he hadn't gone too far, that this was all OK.

Ollie just led there, blissful at the two intense orgasms, and oblivious to the fears of the man behind him. While Ollie enjoyed the sex, Dave having some surprising skill for making Ollie cum hard, this is what Ollie really wanted. A man to care for him, to hold him close after and let him picture what he wanted to, because as much as he enjoyed the afternoon with Dave, the person he had pictured for much of it had been Luke, and Dave let the lad live out his fantasy during their time together. He knew Dave had been having his own fantasy fulfilled, and while Ollie didn't know Mason that well, he guessed the teen was more into the loving embrace than the hard fuck Dave had just provided, and he was happy to take the lads place.

They would hopefully do this many times in future, and Ollie smiled as he thought of the times they could enjoy together. They could role play the father/son, or even just enjoy each other as themselves. But one day Ollie would ask for the gentle love-making that Dave gives to Mase, because Ollie would really love to feel how intense that would be. Making love to Dave, and picture it was his Dad with him.

Ollie woke up a little later, and found he was still on Dave's bed, his body underneath a blanket and Dave curled up behind him. His arm was wrapped over Ollie's waist, holding him close as they lay there together. Ollie turned his head and saw Dave staring down at him, and they smiled at each other, Ollie wincing as his body shifted on the bed to lie on his back, Dave's arm resting on Ollie's taut stomach as he settled. "You OK?" Dave asked, fear etched on his face.

Ollie nodded, his hand rubbing his eyes as he looked at Dave. He saw the concern, and told him, "I'm good. Bit sore, but I'm fine. Really." He saw the man relax a little, and asked, "You stayed? And how long was I asleep?"

Dave finally smiled and answered, "Of course I stayed, wanted to be sure you were alright. And only bout an hour, must have really worn you out." They both laughed, and Ollie sensed Dave relax a little more as he realised Ollie really was OK. It didn't stop Dave asking Ollie a few more times as they led there talking, but Ollie every time Ollie told Dave he was fine, he felt the older man relax some more. Ollie felt safe lying here in the man's arms, and Dave never let his hand leave Ollie's stomach as he held onto the young man as they talked, his head resting on his other hand as he looked down at Ollie as they talked. Dave had to ask, "It wasn't too much? Too hard? Fast? The son stuff?"

Ollie smiled and leaned up to kiss the side of Dave's mouth as he said, "Dave, really I swear to you, I'm good. So good. Haven't cum like that since it was just me and Charlie starting together. The son stuff.. honestly, it made it better for me. I loved it." Dave smiled, his hand stroking up and down Ollie's body gently. Ollie asked, "Wasn't too much for you? The Dad stuff I mean."

Dave didn't answer for a moment, thinking. Then he said, "No. I mean the Daddy stuff was strange, but.. Don't take this the wrong way, but when you started to call me Dad, it let me think of Mase. Is that bad?"

Ollie smirked and replied, "Is it bad that it meant I could imagine it was my Dad?" They both had to chuckle, realising they had both used each other for their own purpose, and it wasn't long before they couldn't help but lean in and start kissing again, gently this time as Dave shifted closer to Ollie's body. Ollie broke the kiss and asked, "So, can we do this again sometime? Dad?"

Dave bit his lip, the word sending blood back to his stirring dick, and he said, "Only if you want to." Another kiss, and Dave leaned into Ollie's ear and whispered, "And son, how bout next time you show me what you can do as well." Ollie's eye's shot open at the idea, and as he felt Dave's hand slide down to his dick, he felt it grow despite the two intense loads he had shot. They kissed some more before seeing they had only a little time left before the family got home, so they both separated and got dressed, Ollie moving slowly as his body recovered gradually from Dave's fuck, and headed downstairs.

They walked to the front door, and Ollie had to have one last kiss, and pushed Dave against the wall and sealed their mouths together, the lad enjoying the scratch of Dave's short facial hair one last time before leaving.

They separated, and Ollie said, "Bye, Dad."

Dave was about to reply, when the door burst open and the Osbourne's came flooding in, splitting the two apart as they returned home. The last to enter was Mason, arms carrying boxes and bags, and he said, "Hey, Dad. Good day?"

Dave gulped, the sudden appearance of his actual son taking him by surprise, and he looked at Ollie who just smirked at him and called a farewell as he slipped out and left before anyone could ask questions, and mouthing the words, "Call me," at Dave as he closed the door.

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