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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John Paul was lonely, getting more and more frustrated with his job and love life as he tried to get Carter to admit his true desire's, but making almost no progress. He'd think he had the Headteacher on the brink of admission, of giving into his nature, before something pulled the man back from the edge and John Paul was left feeling foolish once more. As he finished his drink on the deck of the Love Boat, he smiled as he remembered the gift he'd left the man on his desk back at the school, wondering how he would react to the discovery and what he would say if his boss knew what John Paul had to do to get the gifts he'd left behind.
Now though he watched Ollie and Damon talking at the bar, and the older man looked really pissed off as the younger lad ran out, calling out an apology as he left and leaving Damon to slam his hand down. It looked to be a mirror of John Paul's own frustration, and he decided to go and check on the guy while getting a new drink. He wandered into the cool interior, seeing the place deserted as everyone else made the most of the hot weather, and he saw Damon making some drinks and shoot a look to the door as he heard someone enter, and tried to flash his best grin at John Paul and ask, "Another drink?"
John Paul nodded, and sat at the bar as he waited for Damon to make his cocktail and they chatted for a while, just keeping each other company for a few minute's, when John Paul decided to ask, "Hey, I saw Ollie leave in a hurry, was everything OK?"
Damon stopped for a second before carrying on, turning to grab the ingredients and returning to the bar and answering, "Yeah fine, we had.. plans is all, so now I'm going to be spending lunch alone. Again." He tried to change the subject, letting John Paul watch the guy work, impressed with his ability to chat and mix drinks at the same time, collecting new orders and sort them, and he got a good look at him for the first time in a while. Damon was a damn good looking guy, colourful vest and shorts suiting him as he worked, a sheen of sweat coating his arms and neck.
"So, you and Ollie? What plan's did you have?" he interupted, and had to hide his grin as he watched Damon drop a bottle he'd cockily tossed into the air to show off his bartending skills, and then the other man started to stammer some nonsense as he started to clear up the mess, when Lizzy arrived for her shift. Damon looked relieved at her showing up, and told John Paul he'd catch him later and started to talk to his co-worker, not noticing when John Paul slipped around the bar and into the back area.
He only had to wait a few minute's before Damon walked in, and chuckled as the guy jumped at his presence, and put his hand to his chest as he asked, "John Paul, Jesus man. What are you doing here? I was just going to.." He stopped as he saw John Paul kneel in the centre of the room and start to unbutton his shirt, and they both stared at each other for a few moment's until Damon said, "Mate, look.."
John Paul's hands flipped open his shirt, exposing his broad chest and then slipped down to his jeans and started to undo them as he looked up at Damon and said, "I'm guessing Ollie was meant to be where I am, right? A little afternoon hook up, maybe?" Damon gulped, his eye's focused on the man undressing in front of him, and widened as he saw John Paul haul his 10" dick out of his underwear and started to jack off while kneeling there on the floor.
Damon wanted to tell him to leave, to say this was a mistake, but his own dick was already stirring at the opportunity being presented as he said, "But, Lizzy.. she could.."
John Paul just said, "There's a lock, and we'll stay quiet. I will anyway." The smirk he gave Damon almost made the other guy flee, but after a pause he turned back to the door and slid the bolt across, while alse reaching out and putting the radio on as he stepped further into the room and closer to John Paul who told him, "Good idea."
Damon gasped as he felt John Paul start squeezing and groping at his growing member through his shorts, and very quickly he was at its full 7" length and felt the front of his shorts being peeled down, and within a split second of his dick springing free it was caught by John Paul's talented mouth. He groaned loudly, thankful he'd turned on the radio as the mouth start to slide over his dick, bobbing over him as he felt a tongue swirl over his tip, and his hands reached down to hold onto John Paul's head as it moved. "Oh shit, mate, you're.. GOD!!!" John Paul had swallowed his entire length, opening his throat to allow the dick to slide in, and his nose buried itself in Damon's pubes for a few seconds before pulling back and restarting the bobbing motion. John Paul's one hand was jacking off his dick, while the other reached up to play with his nipple, his eye's looking up to see Damon stagger and moan as he loomed above him. John Paul loved this, seeing the guy come apart with just his mouth moving over him, the years of practice and multiple partners giving him all the experience he needed to bring a man to climax at his wish. His own hand moved faster, and he began to moan as well, the sound of pleasure making Damon jolt as the vibration was felt along his dick and his hips shoved forward on instinct, forcing its way further into John Paul's mouth. He managed to take it easily, and plunged his mouth down the length and holding it in his throat as he swallowed around the tip, encouraging the man to thrust deeper into his throat as he held his head close, and the room filled with the sound of Damon gasping as his balls slapped against John Paul's chin for a minute or two.
When Damon stopped, John Paul started again, sucking harder and moving faster, in time with his own hand as it moved quicker in his lap, and despite this encounter lasting less than five minute's, John Paul felt the dick bulge and begin to shoot into his mouth, and practice meant he was swallowing the precious liquid as fast as it filled his mouth, moaning in satisfaction as he felt it slide down his throat as he kept sucking. His own hand sped up and soon he exploded, never letting Damon's dick fall from his lips as he fired his cum onto the floor in front of him and he kept swallowing, and even as he felt the last pulse of seed land on his tongue he continue to suckle on the sensitive head to coax one last drop from it before letting it fall from his mouth. They were both panting, Damon still standing there with his dick hanging out and John Paul remained on his knees, both covered in sweat and Damon smiled awkwardly as he ran his hand through his hair and said, "That was great, like amazingly great.. but do you think anyone heard?"
He turned to check the door despite the lock he'd placed, while John Paul sat back on his heels, not ready to stand up just yet as he stared at the handsome dude with his erection still pointing at his face and said, "No, no-one heard. So we have some time." Damon turned back confused and saw John Paul bending down to the floor, and then jumped as he felt the guy's tongue slide along the top of his foot, and he stepped back to see his foot covered in cum from John Paul's orgasm. He felt a little disgusted at the sight, surprised that he hadn't noticed it before now, and then John Paul leaned in and licked up another streak of cum as Damon watched in awe. John Paul looked up and smiled, before manoevering Damon to sit on the small bed that was set up, while shifting so that he was positioned at his feet, and told him, "Take your shirt off." Damon considered, staring at the kneeling man who had just given him one of the fastest blow jobs of his life, before raising his arms and taking his top off, flushing a little as John Paul stared at him and said, "Play with yourself, but don't cum." He watched the bartender take his dick in hand and start to stroke his dick, unsure of the plan but willing to play along for now, and John Paul made a mental picture of Damon masturbating for him wearing only his shorts, his impressive build covered in a layer of hair that suited him perfectly. He really was a handsome stud, and John Paul kicked himself for never noticing before today.
Right now he had another focus, because his own load had missed the floor and most of it had actually landed on Damon's foot and ankle, where it coated the toes totally, while streaks had landed along the top of his foot and was now dribbling down the side onto the flip flop he was wearing making a real mess. So after watching Damon jack off for him for a minute, he lowered his head and started to lick and kiss along Damon's foot, lapping up the mess he's made and taking it into his mouth. He heard the other man sigh as his tongue moved to collect more, but John Paul kept at it until the top of the foot was clean, and he swallowed the mouthful and moved to the other foot. The left foot was clean, but the thin layer of sweat that had formed over Damon's skin made it worthy of attention, and John Paul let out a little moan of his own as he savoured the dude's foot and Damon breathlessly asked, "Mate, what are you doing? Must be minging down there."
John Paul smiled and raised his head and said, "Taste's great actually." He head dipped once more, and he started to lick the right foot again, this time focused on the toe's where most of his seed had landed, his tongue dipping between the toe's and sliding along the sling top of the flip top, making sure not to miss any as he cleaned up. His mouth was filled with the flavour of his cum, and he swapped to the other foot, giving the toes there similar attention and licking over them as he heard Damon whimper and moan above him. John Paul lifted his head again and saw Damon's hand moving faster as he continued to jack off, and he had to tell him, "Slow down, we have time." He took Damon's dick into his mouth, giving it a couple gentle sucks before pulling back, watching until he was happy with Damon's pace and moved lower, one hand stroking his left leg while this time using a finger on the other to lift Damon's big toe up from the cum stained flip flop and took it into his mouth, sucking on it in a similar fashion to how he'd just sucked the guy's dick seconds before, and he felt the muscle in Damon's leg tense at the sensation. He let his lips slide over the toe for a few seconds, simulating a blow job before taking his mouth away from it and doing the same thing to the other foot, smiling again as he heard Damon groan above him.
"Oh fuck, mate.. please," Damon moaned when John Paul swapped back, his tongue seeking out the space between his smaller toes, lapping up any drop of cum that was left, so eager to find any trace that the tongue that his tongue hooked underneath the plastic sling on top of his foot, and ran along the sole to scoop up the small puddle that he found there. He moved away only when Damon's foot was shining with his saliva, and let his mouth descend on the left foot, making sure every toe enjoyed a similar bathing, the difference in taste making his dick rock hard once more and he felt it leaking against his stomach in the bent over position he was in right now. Before raising his head again though, he pulled Damon's left foot out of the flip flop and pulled it up, turning it slightly so he had better access to the arch of his foot, and then as he locked eye's with him as he started to kiss and make out with the foot. Damon was still jacking off as they stared at each other, but there was a definite fire in his eyes as he stared back at John Paul, his hand speeding up a little as he felt the tongue slide against the bottom of his foot. A minute, maybe two passed, the two staring at each other until a panting Damon said, "Mate?!"
John Paul knew he was close, and with his own dick throbbing he dropped the leg to the floor and rose up straight, still on his knees as his arms reached out, one knocking Damon's hand out of the way so he could take over jerking off, while the other wrapped around the back of Damon's neck and pulled him into a kiss, tongue's sliding together as they made out and John Paul edged him closer to orgasm. The only sounds in the room were the radio playing and the two noisily kissing, drowning out the outside world as well as John Paul's hand sliding through the slick mess of precum flowing out of Damon's dick, and then he broke the kiss and threw his head back, groaning loudly as he felt his balls unload all over the still moving hand until John Paul dove down and took the pulsing head back between his lips, his hand still pumping as he captured the rest of Damon's load into his mouth. He only pulled off when he felt the climax finish, and swallowed the last drops of the hot liquid as he smirked and climbed to his feet, his hand moving fast as he stared at Damon splayed out on the bed, half naked except for his shorts and a single flip flop hanging from his right foot, not moving as he let John Paul step forward between his spread legs and felt him explode all over his stomach. It burned on his skin as he felt the seed hit him, but he let it happen as his heart raced, already wondering what would happen after today.
It was a hot day in Hollyoaks, and the temperature in the garage was only rising as Freddie argued with Joel. He'd been meant to meet Warren here to discuss business, but the man hadn't shown up and now Joel was telling him to get out as if he was in charge. Freddie had a message from Warren telling him to meet at the Loft instead, but he was starting to enjoy winding up the guy's son, so decided to make him wait. "Please, Freddie, just go. Me Dad's going to be pissed if he finds you here, and I can't deal with that today," Joel pleaded, sounding more desperate as time passed.
Freddie just smirked as he scrolled through his phone, the heat of the place making it stifling in the garage and he said, "Nah Joel, I think I'll just wait here. You carry on." Joel was getting mad now, the heat not helping as wiped his brow with a filthy rag and turned to the work bench, and started to dismantle a problem part from a client's car. He was angry, and the heat was getting to him despite peeling down his overall's to wrap around his waist, and kept fumbling in his frustration until he felt a presence behind him and spun around to find Freddie standing very close to him, and Joel gulped as the other guy checked over his shoulder and asked, "Having trouble there, Joey?"
Joel fumed and said, "Joel. Not if you just fuck off, no." They glared at each other, and then Joel made the mistake of letting his eye drift down and look at Freddie's chest, his tattoo's on his neck and upper chest exposed above his vest, a layer of sweat coating the images and he licked his lips involuntarily. Freddie stepped closer, leaving Joel no choice but to step back into the workbench until they were pressed against each other and he said, "I don't think you want me to leave." Joel never got the chance to answer as Freddie lifted Joel onto the bench, quickly rushing forward so that they were suddenly kissing, and though he tried to push the other guy away his resistance started to melt away as he felt a hand grope at his dick through the overalls, and in less than a minute they were in an angry make out session that had their teeth clashing as hand's pushed and pulled at each other.
Joel gasped and broke the kiss as he felt his vest rip open, and the other man moved maybe a quarter of an inch away in order to throw the destroyed piece of clothing to the floor, and then they were kissing again. It was fierce, Freddie biting down on Joel's plump bottom lip and pulling back before Joel grabbed his head and pulled back into a kiss, which continued until he felt a hand shove its way into the back of his overall's, reaching into his boxers and groped his ass. He tried to break away from the kiss, but Freddie kept their mouth's locked together as he plunged his hand deeper into Joel's clothing and slid into the crack of his ass, almost lifting Joel off the work bench as the sweat allowed him to glide his finger easily and lubed the way for him to insert it into Joel's ass. He groaned into the kiss, getting lifted off the surface and placed onto his toes as he was pulled against the other man as the finger pumped into his hole, and in no time he was moaning as a second finger joined the first. Freddie broke the kiss this time, watching from an inch away as Joel's face contorted with every shove of his finger's, and he savoured the image of Warren's son moaning in his face and heard him say, "Fuck you Freddie."
Freddie had to grin at Joel still trying to play the hardman despite having two fingers sliding into his ass, their erection's pressed against each other showing how much he was enjoying this attack on his body. Freddie used his free hand to grab Joel's face, seeing him gasp as the other hand touched a sensitive spot in his ass, and forced their eye's to meet again before telling him, "Nah, I'll fuck you, I think you want it." Joel should have argued, but his eye's rolled back as he felt the finger's in his ass strike his prostate again, so he just moaned once more before the hand pulled out of his ass and he was spun around to face the work bench, just enough time to brace himself before his overalls and boxers were pulled down to his knees and he was left exposed. His mind was screaming to stop this, but as he heard the buckle and zip being undone behind him, he moved his hands to get a better grip on the work surface, his ass pushing back slightly and betraying his need for this. He heard Freddie squeeze something onto his hand and spread it over his dick, the squelch of the action making Joel nervous as he had no idea of length or girth of the member that was about to fuck him, and then the head was at his hole and entering his ass. He threw his head back as Freddie pushed on, one strong steady push that never stopped until he was totally buried and his crotch pressed against Joel's ass, pausing for a moment to let Joel adjust as he whispered in his ear, "If only Warren could see you now."
Joel's face flushed at the mention of his Dad, and thought it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen his son in this position, but never said it as he turned and growled, "Just get on with it."
Freddie smirked and gave Joel's ass a slap, making him yelp and tense around his dick and admitted, "By the way. Warren said to meet at the Loft instead, but I'm glad I waited." Joel wanted to shove Freddie away and kick his ass, but all he did was moan as Freddie pulled his dick out and pushed back in, a strong thrust that wiped Joel's mind of anything but the hard dick sliding inside him. He hadn't seen it but it felt at least 9" and quite thick, so while not as big as Felix's massive tool, it hit just the right spot's in Joel's ass to have him bite his lip to keep from moaning. He didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing Joel beg for more, so he tried to keep silent as Freddie took his waist in hand and started to fuck faster and harder, while keeping up the commentary and telling Joel, "Fuck, your ass feels great. So glad I left your Dad waiting there while I wound you up." Joel's body rocked as the fucking sped up and he heard, "Gonna be so much fun fucking him about while fucking you."
Joel turned his head to speak, but his mouth was caught in a kiss that he accepted, giving into the feeling as his ass and mouth were invaded by his Dad's nemesis. His dick swung as Freddie thrust forward, flinging streams of precum all over the bench in front of them, Joel's hands turning white as he gripped the edge for some purchase as he pushed back, eager for this to be over but needing it to keep going. His every nerve was firing, fuelled by the fact he knew this was forbidden, fucking another of his Dad's enemies, and then he couldn't hold back the moan as he felt a hand slide around to his front and start to jerk his dick in time to the movement in his ass. "Oh shit, fuck," Joel moaned, trying his best to keep his voice down but failing as Freddie thrust harder.
Freddie let his mouth slide down Joel's neck and latch on, sucking hard on one spot, enough to mark the other man with a hickey that he hoped Warren would see, but to be sure he added a matching one to the other side. Joel got louder as he felt the mouth close down on his shoulder and suck, gasping as he realised it would raise a heavy bruise for anyone to see, and in that position there would be little doubt as to how he'd got them, but it just made his dick throb harder in Freddie's hand. A brief time later and Joel was being bent forward, the hand on his dick sliding around to hold his hip as the other moved up to grip his shoulder, and then Joel felt Freddie speed up and throw his hips forward hard, the slap of skin echoing around the empty garage as Joel got louder. Anyone outside would hear them, but neither cared as Freddie called out, "SHIT, YES!!!" Joel felt the dick explode inside his ass, and he was breathing hard as he felt it pulse and shoot ropes of cum into his hole, seemingly never ending as his thrusting slowed until stopping. He was still buried deep, letting his dick sit in Joel's ass as he got his breath back and used his arms to raise Joel up to lean on his chest and told him, "Jack off, while I'm still in you."
Joel groaned in annoyance and said, "Fuck you." But his hand took his 9" leaking dick in hand and started to pump it, his head rolling back onto Freddie's shoulder as he followed instruction.
Freddie grinned against his ear and said, "No chance, but I'll definitely fuck you again." Joel blushed, his dick twitching at the comment and in seconds he moaned as orgasmed, streaks of cum landing on the work top, as well as the mess of tools and car parts scattered over its surface, and causing his ass to squeeze down on Freddie's dick and coax another drop of Roscoe seed into his hole. They were both panting as they stood there, and then Freddie pulled back and stepped away leaving Joel standing there half naked and dazed as he did up his jeans and buckled the belt. He started to pull up his boxers and overalls as Freddie grabbed his phone and came back to Joel's side and pulled him in for a kiss, surprising Joel who returned it after a second only for the other man to pull back quickly and Joel watched him pick up one of the screwdrivers Joel had cum over and brought it to his mouth. Joel's jaw hit the floor as Freddie took the handle into his mouth, sucking the still warm fluid from it and dropping it back to the bench as he said,"I gotta go see your Dad. Later, Joey."
Joel fumed, but couldn't help but smile too.
Outside, Freddie didn't notice the muffled moaning from the caravan where Abe had Robbie Roscoe face down on the bed, whose ass was raised as he was fucked by Joel's half brother.
He had been strolling through the car park when he'd seen a guy standing at the side of the garage watching through the window and stroking his crotch, and gone over to confront him. "Oy, what you doing?" Robbie had said, startling the man and grabbing at his arm to pull him back when he saw what he was looking at. "That's.. Freddie?"
Abe shrugged the hand off his arm and demanded, "You know him?"
Robbie was stunned, watching through the window as Freddie started to fuck Joel and answered, "That's my brother."
He was so focused on the scene taking place in the garage he never saw the anger flare on Abe's face until Abe snarled, "That's MY brother." Robbie turned back to the man he had found spying and then caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, so he glanced down and saw the hand had fallen back to the guy's crotch, rubbing over the growing bulge as they stood very close together. They both looked back at the window, seeing Freddie speed up and Joel's head turn as they started to kiss, and then Abe's hand took hold of Robbie's wrist and brought it to his dick, and Robbie froze as he felt the erection press into his palm, and then he was squeezing it as they continued to watch.
It was barely a minute, both of them standing there as they watched their brother's fucking while Robbie groped at the stranger's dick, and Robbie felt a hand grab his wrist once more and he was dragged away from the window. He tried to argue, but was silenced as the guy pulled him into the caravan, shoving him inside as he slammed the door closed behind them and clicked the lock across. Robbie's heart was pounding in his chest as they stared at each other, for what felt like an eternity before Robbie started to undo his trousers, and the man growled, "On the bed."
Robbie turned as he dropped his trousers and felt a shove on his back that sent him flying onto the bed, and then his boxers were ripped down and he saw a bottle of hand cream left on the side and reached for it and passed it back. The guy, who Robbie still didn't know the name of grabbed the bottle and squeezed some into the crack of Robbie's ass, let his finger push the cream into his hole, and then added another finger. It was happening so quickly that Robbie grunted at the sudden entry, the two digit's pumping into him for only seconds before pulling out and Robbie felt the man pressing his dick against his hole and he turned back and said, "Wait, what's your name?"
Abe just took his waist and said, "Later." Then he was pushing forward, and Robbie didn't care anymore what the guy's name was, as the dick invaded his ass in one slow hard push, his tight ass giving way to the entry while trying to clamp down on it. It wasn't Robbie's first time bottoming, but it had been a few month's, so he tried his best to relax his body to allow the dick to slide in easier. He was still trying when he felt the pubes connect with his ass, and barely a second passed before Robbie felt him pull back out and start to thrust, leaving him groaning in discomfort as his ass struggled to adjust to the short sharp jabs.
His ass opened up, accepting the fucking more easily now, and he started to push back to meet each thrust, moaning louder as he enjoyed this sudden unexpected encounter, and wondered for a split second if his brother was finished with Joel yet. He had lost all track of time as the guy fucked his ass, and it only felt better when he felt a hand on his head and was shoved down to the matress as he picked up speed, drilling into Robbie harder so that all could be heard was their grunting and the slap of skin.
Neither heard Freddie walking past the caravan, and he never saw the mobile home rock slightly with the movement of the two men inside.
Robbie's prostate was getting punched with every thrust now, and with the friction of his fat 8" dick rubbing over the bare matress beneath him, he couldn't hold back any longer as he pushed his face into bed and moaned, doing his best to muffle the sound as he climaxed while blasting all over the bed beneath him. His body convulsed as it released it's built up energy, all as the stranger kept fucking into him, and Robbie turned his head and pleaded, "Please, need.. Oh God, please..!!" The man kept thrusting, hitting Robbie's prostate again and again, and Robbie felt another orgasm wash over him as his dick throbbed and he fired another wave of cum onto the bed.
His ass clamped down, squeezing over Abe's dick as the man called out and exploded, filling Robbie's ass with his load, sending it deep into the tunnel as he shoved forward as hard as possible. He still had a hand pushing down on Robbie's head, not that he knew the other man's name, and was still breathing hard a minute later as they heard chatter from the car park outside. Neither man moved, scared of drawing any more attention to themselves than they already had, but through the thin net curtain Abe saw Joel limping away from the garage. His dick twitched, and he heard the man below him gasp as he felt the movement, and so Abe eased his dick out of the freshly fucked stranger and he stood at the side of the bed, still breathing hard as he watched the guy stand and fumble his trousers and boxer briefs back on, until they were just standing there awkwardly close and he said, "I'm Abe, Joel's brother."
Robbie glanced at his face and smirked, holding out his hand as he said, "Pleasure, name's Robbie. Freddie's brother."
Abe looked at the offered hand, before turning around and leaving the caravan, almost sprinting away as he though scared of what they'd just done. Robbie chuckled, making sure he looked good in the mirror, and headed back to the village, happy but in need of a shower to clean up.
"I told you to stay away from him," Gareth yelled, stalking after Carter as they walked down the corridor.
"Keep your voice down, someone might hear you," Carter growled, looking around them to make sure no-one was there, but they seemed to be alone. This still wasn't the place for this conversation though, so he grabbed the other man's arm and dragged him toward his office as he said, "He works here, so I can't avoid John Paul completely, but I have not let anything divert me from our cause. I failed to stop Lucas, but I have a plan to.." He stopped talking as he walked into his office, confronted by the smell and then the pile of clothing he saw on the desk. He let his hand drop and stepped across to the desk, the smell getting more intense as he got closer, and saw the pile of underwear lying over the surface.
He felt Gareth move to his side, the two men staring at the pile as Gareth reached out and lifted a pair of boxers with his fingertip, mouth salivating as he felt the weight of them and knowing they had been worn before being dumped here. He asked, "What is this? Whose are they?"
Carter was too stunned to move for a moment, but that broke as he rushed around and sat at the desk, wincing as he had to move a couple of pairs to access his keyboard, noticing the buttons damp to the touch as he began typing. He paid no attention to Gareth as he viewed the footage, his dick rising in his trousers as the scent of the dirty underwear overwhelmed his other senses, and he seethed as he slowed the video down and watched John Paul stroll into his office and start dropping the underwear onto the desk from a bag just over an hour ago. Carter said, "You bastard, I'll have you sacked for this."
He looked over to Gareth to tell him what John Paul had done, but was stunned to see his blackmailer standing at the side of the desk and rubbing the pair of boxers he'd picked up into his face and sniffing deeply, while also caressing his growing bugle through his jeans. Carter stared at him, his own erection rock hard despite his wishing it wasn't, before looking away at the pile of underwear. There were at least 8 pairs, different sizes and styles, and as he reached out with a shaking hand he saw at least one pair had been coated with cum, as though someone had jacked off into the pair before leaving them behind. He heard Gareth moan softly, but returned to the footage, making the screen show multiple camera's as he followed John Paul's journey back through the school, and his jaw hit the floor at what he saw.
John Paul had come to the school with the bag, a small bulge of something already in there as he entered. Carter rushed the footage forward, and saw him walking around the halls, talking to a few people before going to the P.E. department at dinner. And then Carter saw Mason Chen-Williams go in. Followed by Charlie Dean. Hunter Prince came out with Mason a few minute's after Charlie entered, Mason looking a bit embarressed before Lucas Hay went in a couple minute's after they'd left. Carter was left staggered as he saw Charlie rushing away, smile plastered on his face and flushed from whatever had happened in the changing room he'd just left, and the Headteacher suspected he knew why as he looked back at the pile. Gareth was still breathing in the musk of boxer's in his hand, but the other hand reached for another pair, bringing them up to his face as he got drunk on the scent and Carter continued to watch the footage.
John Paul left the department with Beau Ramsey and Lucas, all three grinning as the lad ran off, and Carter could see the bag was a lot fuller than when he had entered, and it all but confirmed his suspicions that the underwear strewn over his desk belonged to many of his students and at least two of his teachers. Probably three if John Paul had left his own, which he must have as added torment for Carter. He watched him walk the hall, seeing Charlie Dean leaving the cleaner's cupboard with the new student JJ Osbourne, and they talked a second before walking off, but Charlie ran back down the hall a second later and passed John Paul something before running back to join his friend. John Paul chuckled silently on the screen, before adding the item to the bag, and Carter paused the video to find the camera showing the inside of the cupboard. He was stunned to see Charlie and JJ making out, and had to race the video forward as he saw Charlie give his mate a blow job right there in the middle of school, and then pocket the other's lads boxers before leaving. That was what Charlie had passed on to John Paul, a pair of JJ's underwear, and Carter realised it was the pair that Gareth was at this moment sniffing at his side.
He returned to the recording, seeing John Paul enter his office and then leave a minute later, and then he turned up to face the camera on the ceiling and waved, and Carter couldn't help but slam his fist down, knowing John Paul had done that to wind him up even more. He turned to Gareth, seeing him for the first time properly since they'd entered the office and gaped as he saw his blackmailer rubbing his bulging crotch as he sniffed at least two pairs of underwear that he held to his face, and he sat up in his seat as he firmly said, "Gareth, stop that now. GARETH!!"
Gareth seemed to break from his daze, dropping his hand from his face and stopped rubbing his jeans, blushing furiously as he said, "What is all this?" Anger flared as he pointed at Carter and demanded, "You and him planned this right? Leaving this here for me, to tempt me." He slammed both hands onto the desk and told the Headteacher, "Stay. Away. From. Me. And him, or I'll ruin you."
Carter sat there shocked at the threat as he saw the other man flee the room, apprently not realising he was still carrying the stolen underwear in his hand as he left, and he let out a deep sigh as he realised that all of his conversion plans were falling apart in the face of so much temptation. Very few of the men had returned after that disaterous meeting with Lucas, and those that did were quiet and shamed as Carter berated them all for allowing the teen to corrupt their teaching, but he dispaired as even those that had come back to group drifted off in the following days. It was just him and Gareth left, and now even the man who was blackmailing him was being overwhelmed, his beliefs crumbling at the forbidden clothing that had been left behind. Carter got angrier as he stared at the random collection that remained, the fury setting his nerve and he picked them all up and tossed into his bag to dispose of when he left school, and opened a window to air the place out of its stench of teen musk and cum.
He went home, but didn't discard the underwear away immediately. He sinned, twice, before throwing temption away and praying into the early hour's as he tried to think of a plan. He had no choice, he would have to confront the parent's and tell them what their kids were up to. They'd put a stop to it, and accept his help to fix the boys before it was too late.
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