Fucking In Hollyoaks Village

By John James

Published on Sep 19, 2024

Gay

Fucking in Hollyoaks Village 75 (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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Tom stood up as Zain entered the flat, looking nervous as the man registered his presence and was about to ask what he was doing here when Misbah emerged from the kitchen and said, "Hello there, hubby. I ran into Tom down at Price Slice and realised I haven't seen him in weeks, and invited him round. Its important he knows he can still feel welcome here, even with him and Yazz separating." She was walking round the living area and collecting all of her things for work, paying no attention to the awkward stare of the two men as they stared at each other, the first they'd seen the other since that day. The day neither one had managed to forget. She kissed Zain on the cheek and told him, "Have a good day, I'll see you tomorrow. Tom, please, don't be a stranger."

Misbah left, the silence filling her home as husband and former son-in-law waited for the other one to speak until Tom snapped and whispered, "I'll just go, sorry."

He walked forward to leave, but Zain grabbed his arm tightly and held him in place as he asked, "Are you OK?" Tom nodded, afraid to speak as the hand gripped his elbow, the two standing so close he could feel the heat radiate off the older man, who turned to face Tom with sadness in his eyes. He breathed deep and said, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. That day." He pulled Tom the smallest amount toward him and the two kissed, Tom sighing as his face felt the scratch of Zain's facial hair on his skin, and Zain dropped his bag to the floor as he turned to face the younger man, hand running up his side and around his lower back to pull him closer.

They made out there for a while, standing in the living room as they ran their hands over each other, letting all the contained need for the other man loose until Tom finally broke apart and whispered, "Are you sure about this?"

Zain considered it and answered, "I shouldn't be, but yes." He took Tom's hand and raised it to his mouth and kissed it before telling him, "We have the place to ourselves." He stepped away, still holding Tom's hand as he led the way to the stairs where they walked into the same room they'd shared a few weeks ago, the one that Tom had shared with his wife when he'd lived here, and after closing the door and curtain they started to kiss and strip each other of their clothing. It was way too dark though, and they could barely see the other so Tom turned on the small lamp near the bed, and then continued to undress until Tom climbed onto the bed on his knees and leaned forward to present his ass to the man that had so recently been an important figure in his marriage. Zain knelt down and began to touch every part of Tom's body, and felt his body react to every graze and lick of his tongue, this being the first time that Zain had managed to explore another man like this, and he only grew in confidence with every second that passed. They both lost track of time, but it was almost twenty minutes later that Zain stood up, his mouth watering after spending the time rimming Tom's hole, and stepped over to the drawer to pull out the bottle of cream that had helped last time. He retook his place, and spent the next ten minute's fingering Tom's ass open, spreading him wider and delving deep to prepare the younger man for what was about to happen.

As one hand prepped theperfect bubble ass, the other spread the lubricant over his own 14" erection, knowing it was necessary if he was going to make this feel good for Tom, which was vital to Zain. He was large, and thick, and he had learnt to care for his partners over the years, and Tom was no different to the women he'd been with in needing patience for this to feel as good as it could. Zain stood finally, having spent almost 45 minutes prepping his former son-in-law's ass, but was stopped as Tom spun off the bed and pushed Zain into the middle before climbing up and kneeling over his lap and hovering his ass over the man's dick and kissing him deeply and said, "Like this, I want it like this."

Zain gasped as he felt the head of his dick press against Tom's hole, slipping inside just enough to catch hold as though his dick was a key slotting into its lock and he muttered, "Go slow, alright." Tom nodded his head, but felt Zain's strong hands grip his waist firmly and hold him in place before pulling him down a couple inches and stop and the two men kissed, the pair adjusting to the heat of the other's bodies, and Tom moaned into Zain's mouth as he felt his body sink down another inch. Tom's dick throbbed as it rubbed between them, and as he groaned into Zain's ear he heard the man whispering, "So good. Doing great, so tight. Oh, Tom." Being wrapped in his arms and hearing his words had Tom on edge, and there was still so much for him to take.

Eventually 10" sat in his ass, just a final few inches remaining as Tom and Zain kissed, and he held Tom up as he gripped his ass tightly, preventing him slipping down the last of his goal as they fought the urge to climax as Tom's body clamped down around his length. Tom was panting heavily, with his hands running over Zain's broad chest until he couldn't take it anymore and shoved the man back and moaned, "I'm need it, sorry. PLEASE!!!" His heart was hammering in his chest at the sensation's he was feeling, but he needed more, he needed to take Zain totally in his ass so used his strength to rise up an inch or two before slamming himself back down, his body absorbing the remaining length in one movement. He cried out as stars burst in his eyes, his body struggling to adjust to the mammoth dick as he ground his ass down against it, stimulating his prostate and dick as he moved, Zain's hands sliding up his thighs as he sat up and began kissing his neck as they rocked together and finally moaned as both climaxed at almost the same moment.

Tom exploded onto Zain's chest, his dick firing straight up as it was caught between their bodies and streaked into his hairy chest, while Zain's dick filled Tom's ass with shots of his cum, unable to hold back as the tunnel clenched around him and milked him of every drop as they once again fell into a lazy kiss as their bodies sank down to lay on the bed. Tom was bent over the other man, his ass still holding over half of Zain's huge dick even while in this position, gently making out with each other as they recovered, neither in a rush to move from where they were. The kissing continued until both men starting to stir again, the recent orgasm forgotten as their erection's returned, Tom groaning into the kiss as Zain's dick returned to its full length and Tom broke the kiss and sat up straight. They stared at each other for a second, before Tom pushed his body up using his legs until he had almost lifted off the member, and then sank back down. They both moaned at the feeling, bodies overwhelmed by the sensation as Tom repeated the action a beat faster, then again until he was smoothly sliding up and down as he rode his ex-father-in-law on the bed, hands reaching out to run over his legs as they powered his body. His dick swung in the air as he bounced his peachy butt onto the mighty erection, his cries of "YES!! YES!!!" echoing around the room as he got more frantic, really riding Zain's dick until he was forced to stop by the man's hand gripping his waist. Tom stared at him and whispered, "Please."

Zain looked up and nodded, a slight smile on his face as he saw the need etched over Tom's face, a sight he was used to from some of the women he'd been with in years past as some ran away at the sight of him, some regretted it the next day when they struggled to sit, but more than a few learned to crave his huge dick. Tom was obviously in the latter category, and was writhing about on Zain's lap as he was held in place, gasping as Zain pushed him up and pulled back down, and restarted bouncing on the man. The only change was Zain used his hands to pull Tom down faster and harder, making the lad throw his head back and groan louder, leaning back on his arms as he propelled his body along the dick and felt every inch of it run over his prostate. Zain led there, letting the younger man use his body while staring up at him, watching him carefully in case he got carried away and hurt himself, but Tom seemed practised in what his body could take. Precum flew from the bobbing penis as Tom rode the man who had been so recently been a close friend and father figure to his former wife, his orgasm approaching at speed as he rocked his body faster and harder until he exploded for a second time, covering Zain in another load of his cum that streaked over his hairy chest to join the first, which was already matted in the fur.

Zain felt Tom fall forward, and supported the lad to lie over his body, planting kisses over his hair and stroking his body as he let the younger man recover, and as their mouths met in a loving kiss he realised he had not felt this close to a partner in a long time, not even with his wife. They kissed deeply for a while, Tom gasping as Zain lifted him out of his lap and lay him down on the bed, wrapping him in his arms as the two curled up together and drifted off to sleep.


Abe stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over him after a frustration day. He had spent most of it stalking through the village, trying to find Robbie because he had been so distracted by his encounters with the bastard that he had barely slept for days now, and Cleo was starting to question his even shorter than usual temper more than he liked. Why didn't she just leave him alone? He had to talk with the guy, ensure he was keeping his mouth shut, and forget it ever happened. But he had failed to find him, and couldn't exactly go asking as it would draw attention to him.

He turned the water off and heard the doorbell ringing, and slammed his fist onto the tile so hard it cracked as he climbed out and threw on his robe to see who it was, and paused just for a moment to plaster his best fake welcoming grin onto his face. So it was a struggle when he found John Paul waiting on him, an awkward smile as he asked, "Hey, Abe. Can I come in? Its about Cleo."

Abe waved him in, offering a drink and busying himself with the task while John Paul explained, "We're just all so worried about her, so I wanted to know if there is anything we can do as a family to support her." Abe forced the smile back onto his face and settled onto the stool next to the man, and tried to think of a way of manipulating this situation back under control.

His robe opened a little as he lifted his mug, and he saw John Paul steal a glance at his chest before looking away quickly, and he got an idea as he said, "Its.. its the open relationship." John Paul fidgeted in his seat as he waited for Abe to continue, not realising the lie that was being concocted behind those eyes as they stared back at him and Abe explained, "You know she had a problem with me and Theresa, so we were talking about how we go on.. I suggested, well I suggested maybe she'd find it easier if I didn't sleep with other women."

John Paul stared for a long minute and asked, "I.. you mean.. what?"

Abe grinned his friendliest smirk and replied, "I thought men might be easier on her." He lifted his mug for another sip, making sure his robe slipped open a little more as his arm rose up, almost falling open to show his naked body below as John Paul processed the news, and he gulped as Abe shifted closer and said, "I was just trying to help her. She stressed so much about Theresa, that I thought this might be a way of keeping the relationship open if that is what she still wants." He planted his hand on John Paul's knee and asked, "Do you think I did the right thing?" His hand landing on the other man's leg had the desired effect of letting his robe fall open totally, and he pretended not to notice for a few seconds before feigning embarressment and whipping it closed again as he apologised.

John Paul struggled, his mouth dry and the image seared into his mind of Abe's naked body, until he finally managed to stammer, "Its OK, its OK. Look.. You are just trying to help her, she'll understand that. Just give her time." He stared at the other man for a long moment, swallowing loudly as Abe let his arms drop and the robe to fall apart, exposing his body to John Paul once more, but purposefully this time. "Abe, I should go.. really, we shouldn't.."

Abe stepped closer and said, "I've seen you looking. In fact, you gave me the idea. Because if she can't have me with other women, maybe she'd be happier with a man. I told her she'd have to be with a woman too, so it'd work out for both of us." All lies, but he continued, "I've never been with a guy before, but you have, plenty. So I'm sure you won't mind helping us, help Cleo, because that's why you're here.. to help her, right?" Abe took another step, placing his hand on John Paul's shoulder and pressing down, satisfied at the brief second of resistance before the man started to lower himself to his knees as he whispered, "Thank you, John Paul."

John Paul was almost in a daze as his face drew level with the growing erection, unable to think why he was doing this but unable to stop his mouth opening and taking the dick into his hand and bringing it to his lips. He sealed his lips around the head, sucking on it gently as his tongue circled the tip and he began to give the man a blow job, not noticing Abe throw his head back in satisfaction at getting another member of Cleo's family under his spell, and tried to think how to use this to his advantage and shatter another part of her fragile mental health. Right now though, he just wanted to enjoy the very good oral he was recieving and as he looked down he saw John Paul bobbing his head faster and suck harder, briefly pulling off the member long enough to gasp for air before diving back onto the full length 8" dick and swallowing it whole.

Abe was loving this, and said as much as he moaned, "Oh fuck. By far the best McQueen, so good." His hand reached down and gripped John Paul's hair, guiding his head faster as he began to throw his hip forward, fucking into the other man's mouth as his robe fell open once more, allowing the kneeling McQueen to look up over Abe's buff body and into his eyes as the man stared down at him and sped up as he told him, "So much better than Cleo. Or Theresa." John Paul felt shame flood his body, and tried to push Abe away but the man grabbed his head in both hands and really started to speed up his thrusting, making John Paul gag a little as the member plunged into his mouth harder. His tongue moved against the underside of the dick as it moved, and they both grunted or groaned loud enough that John Paul failed to hear the door open and the gasp behind him.

Abe never missed it though, and stared at Cleo as he fucked her cousin's mouth, right there at the kitchen island, and he smirked at the devastation on her face as she turned on her heel and ran out of the door. He was close already, but seeing her reaction pushed him over the edge as he exploded in John Paul's throat, moaning as he felt the man swallow and choke down his entire load, holding his face down until he was finished and then letting the man fall back. John Paul wiped his mouth as Abe re-did his robe and picked up his phone, typing away as he told the other man, "Cheer's John Paul, see you soon."

John Paul got to his feet, his own erection straining in his jeans as he went to the door, wondering what had just happpened.


Freddie was sat in his bedroom, masturbating to the memory of the family reunion he'd enjoyed, which had stirred up thought's of his own brother's. He gasped as he remembered how they'd each started playing with each other as teenagers, starting with mutal jack off sessions at night with Joe and Ziggy, until he and Joe escalated to using Ziggy as a regular hole to empty their nut into before or after a date. Ziggy had fought at first, but there was little point in fighting his two older brothers who ended up working together to get what they wanted, and Ziggy ended up not hating the knock on his door when it came.

His hand sped up, thinking how good Ziggy had gotten at sucking them off, and at getting fucked. In fact it was how the Roscoe brother's began settling dispute's with each other, after weeks of grumbling silence and fighting, they'd eventually end up in a scuffle that ended up with Ziggy getting his ass drilled. Any anger, any disagreement was forgotten after they'd emptied their balls into a brother, Joe being the only one to walk away from that time as undefeated, his ass untouched while he topped his brothers, and poor Ziggy failed to win any fight for years until the twins were old enough. Robbie was a little shit, so was constantly on the recieving end of one of his brothers, though it took more for him and Jason to get to that point, but when they did it was Robbie that ended up bending his twin brother over the bed and fucking him.

Freddie's hand slowed as he thought of them all together, how they'd fought for and against each other, and how no matter what they always worked it out. When Robbie had his affair with Jason's fiance Holly, it had been resolved by brotherly tradition, the punishment fitting the crime. All Roscoe brothers had ended up fucking Robbie in an all day session, the door to the house locked as Robbie was moved from surface to surface, given no chance to relax as he begged his twin to forgive him, and they only stopped when Jason said, "Enough." By that point Robbie had long ago lost track of how many times he was fucked, but both holes were gaping and flooded with Roscoe cum, his body coated in the fluid as he was carried to his room and dumped on the bed to recover. It had taken Jason a long time to actually talk to Robbie after that, but his anger had faded as he saw Robbie fail to maintain the affair for long, and they'd eventually left the village together soon after.

Freddie's hand reached out for some more lube as his hand gradually moved faster, his legs spreading a little wider as he reached down and let a finger glide over his tight puckered hole, as he remembered the one brother that had claimed his ass. Joe, his older brother, had been the only one that had bested Freddie through the years, and to this day was the only guy Freddie had allowed to fuck him. It happened a few times through the years, and as far as Freddie knew no-one else ever knew, and as he slid the finger into his ass he couldn't help but moan as he pictured Joe there with him now. He really missed his brother. Their first time had been after they had been screwing around with girls, and a few month's after Ziggy's ass was tested for the first time, and they'd had some argument about a girl they'd both liked and had ended up with Freddie pinned to the wall of his bedroom with Joe standing close behind him breathing hard after a short fight, and then Joe was shoving his hand into Freddie's jeans to push them down over his ass. Freddie had attempted to push back but Joe was stronger, already getting in shape at the gym, and he kicked his younger brother's legs apart slightly as he pressed closer and his dick was there searching for Freddie's virgin hole. The only lube was spit, Freddie tensing as he heard his older brother spit into his hand and smear it over his shaft before pushing onward, breaching his ass slowly but firmly as Freddie clawed at the wall. He tried to stay silent but had to grunt or groaned with every inch as it entered him, and an eternity later Joe was buried to the hilt in his ass and they were both breathing heavily at the heat and friction.

Freddie moaned as he remembered telling his brother, "Do it." Joe had gripped his waist, withdrawing halfway and sliding back in slow but steady, and his big brother lasted only five minutes before flooding Freddie's ass with his seed, but it was five minute's that changed them both. It was awkward for a long time between them, but they tried to act normal, but Freddie found himself targeting girls that Joe flirted with or dated, and if successful they would end up in the same arguement that ended the same way. Freddie never knew if Joe made the connection, but every time they ended up scuffling in some awkward fight, Freddie knew he would give in and allow Joe to fuck him, and every time it felt more intense than the last. No longer against the wall, it fuelled them to do it face to face, staring at each other while Joe pumped his hips, watching as Freddie writhed below him.

Freddie needed more than his hand as he remembered his big brother, gone for so many years now, and he reached into the back of his bedside cabinet for the only thing that would get him off in his current mood. The toy was 6" long, shorter than Joe's dick but a little thicker, and as Freddie spread some lube onto it he just missed the guy more, because this wasn't the same, but it was the only way he could picture Joe and get off at the same time. He bent his legs up and reached down with the toy, easing it into his ass and pressing the button on the bottom to set it vibrating. He arched his back as it touched his prostate, and in no time he was masturbating in time with his hand moving the toy, and he closed his eyes to picture Joe above him, that it was him making him feel this good, that he'd confessed his true feeling for him while alive. Because while Freddie had loved Lindsey, Joe was the real reason he went after her, needing them to be together again. His back arched off the bed as he moaned loudly, his orgasm washing over him as his dick fired all over his toned chest, his body finally sagging to sink into the bed as he sighed after his release, pullinh the toy from his ass and letting it drop to the floor as he recovered.

He always felt a little better after doing this, but then the sadness hit him again and he would shove the toy away at the back of his drawer for another few months until the need returned. Because Joe was gone, and Freddie could never do what he craved more than anything. They'd never kissed, and never would.


Tony was chopping vegatable's for dinner service later, taking refuge from the presence of the lad in the bar. Ollie had left him alone since that day when he'd messed with Tony's head by suggestively sucking on his fingers, and for weeks after had appeared in several dreams the local counciller had suffered through. Tony kept his distance, but now the young man was out there on one of the sofa's with Mason Chen-Williams, and he'd thrown a wink in Tony's direction that had the man scuttle off to the kitchen, scared of what the lad would do if allowed. "Tony! Where are ya?" Ste called out as he stepped into the kitchen, looking annoyed and in need of a chat, barely giving Tony a chance to speak before he continued, "Tony, I don't know what to do man. My kids are good, my husband is great and yet.. I know its gonna fuck up somehow."

Tony smirked, carrying on with the prep work as Ste picked up a knife and started to help out, absentmindedly chopping up a bag of carrot's that Tony was working through, so Tony swapped to another in a list of jobs that needed doing. He asked, "Just don't then. If you see trouble coming, just run the other direction."

Ste nodded, taking a bite of the carrot slices and said, "Yeah but Tone, it ain't that easy you know. Things are.. complicated with us now, I won't tell you why, but its all gonna end in disaster."

Tony sighed as he started the mixing machine going and started prep the next job while keeping an eye and told his friend, "I can't help if you don't talk about it mate."

Ste sighed, knowing he couldn't admit what was happening with Lucas and Romeo, but thought Tony might understand another issue that he knew spelt chaos, his marriage. He started by saying, "So me and James. We're.. open, to other people." It was Ste's turn to smile as Tony fumbled with the bag of pasta he was trying to open, spilling it all over the floor as he continued, "And you know me Tony, I haven't been the most.. loyal of partner's in my life, and now its like I don't know where the limit is. You know what I mean?"

Tony asked, "No, what you saying?"

Ste scoffed and said, "Come on Tony, this is like the longest you haven't cheated in.. like, forever." Tony blushed at the comment, so deeply that Ste asked, "Tony? Please tell me you haven't.."

Tony shook his head and stated, "Of course not, I love Diane. But.. something happened, and I can't forget it." He stared at Ste for a long moment, deciding to trust his friend as he said, "Ollie, he did something, and I.. can't stop thinking about it."

Ste's jaw was on the floor as he asked Tony, "Ollie? Ollie Morgan? Holy shit Tone, what he do?"

Tony was so embarrassed as he answered, "He.. at the bar a few months back, he.. sucked on my fingers. Like, a lot."

Tony busied himself at the mixer, letting his words sink in as he poured more sugar into the merignue he was making and almost dropped the bag when Ste finally said, "Wow, I can't believe he did that, but I get it."

Tony turned his head and asked, "What you mean, you get it?"

Ste dropped his knife and stepped around the kitchen as he explained, "He was probably looking for an older guy to be with, and you're the best Tony, so why wouldn't he? But did you like it?" Tony grumbled as he dipped his finger into the mix and was about to taste when Ste grabbed his wrist and pulled it to his mouth, closing his mouth over the finger as he sucked the creamy mess off the tip and moaned in satisfaction as Tony gawped at him in shock. Ste must have held the finger in his mouth for a full minute, even starting to move his mouth over the digit but then they barely had time to jump apart from each other before Tony's son Anthony swept through the kitchen to grab a drink before leaving just as quickly, failing to notice the two men, and Tony was mid panic as Ste smiled and pointed down at Tony's crotch and said, "Oh yeah, you liked it alright." Tony laughed, trying to ignore the comment but froze as Ste told him, "A little more sugar."

He could only watch as Ste added another spinkling of sugar into the mixer, the motor running for a minute before Tony stopped it and Ste stood there patiently until Tony whispered, "Ste.."

"Let me taste," Ste said, a wry smile on his face at Tony's hesitation. Eventually Tony let his fingers dip into the merignue mixture, scooping some of it onto two of them before offering them out to Ste who took them into his mouth and started to suck on them. Tony sighed as he felt the tongue lash over his digits, taking every trace of the cream off the hand, and then he was just sucking on his mate's fingers. Right there in the kitchen where anyone could walk in and find them, including his wife or the rest of his family, Ste moaned as he felt Tony begin to pump his hand slowly as though thrusting into his mouth, and they locked eyes.


Zain woke up, his arms still wrapped around Tom's body as the younger man tried to move his ass along Zain's huge erection, and he let his mouth kiss over Tom's shoulder. Tom let out a happy moan as he turned his head and they both locked lips before splitting apart so Tom could say, "I woke up, and you'd slipped into me. So good." Zain wanted to apologise but Tom stopped him with another kiss and said, "Its fine, really."

He was still trying to move his body to encourage Zain to move, but the older man stopped him with a firm grip on his waist and said, "Its late, and we should shower before you go."

Tom asked, "We?" Zain smiled and withdrew, earning him a groan from Tom at the loss, and then he pulled Tom to his feet and led him to the bathroom, turning the water on as they stood naked next to each other. They smiled, still holding hands as they stepped closer and kissed lovingly, before both stepping into the shower where they each grabbed a flannel and started to wash the other. Tom's smooth skin was glistening under the spray, his muscled body looking its best as Zain's hand ran over it, while Tom quickly dropped the piece of cloth to the floor and started to run his hands through Zain's body hair, massaging the shower gel into his fur. It was so hot for them both, but they managed to hold back long enough for Zain to turn around and allow Tom to repeat his action on his back, and as he turned back he grabbed the younger man into a searing kiss that was returned in equal measure. They were both rock hard, and as Zain turned Tom to face the tile he hoped to feel the large member penetrate him once more, but was kept waiting as the man began to wash Tom's back, watching as the muscles tensed and flexed as he leaned into the wall. So lost in the feeling of hands running over his body that it took him a second to realise Zain had lowered himself to the floor and was spreading his ass, using his powerful hands to lather Tom's ass with more shower gel, cleaning him while also pressing some of the cold gel into his hole, preparing him for what was too come.

All too soon, Zain was standing up and pressing his large 14" dick to Tom's lubed ass, and the room filled with the sound of Tom moaning as the man eased his way in, his hole struggling to accomodate the invasion for a few inches before his body relaxed and Zain was able to slip inside more easily. He still took it slow, always the careful partner he knew was needed, and as his dick settled completely and pressed his pubes to Tom's ass, they both stood still so that they could adjust. Tom had his face leant on the cold tile, still with the water running down his back as he felt Zain caress his body and eventually start to move, thrusting gently and gradually building up. Tom's entire body was buzzing, his own erection swaying with every thrust until he climaxed all over the wall, moaning throughout the release as Zain stopped and held the younger man up with his arms as he felt Tom sag, until a couple minute's later when he pulled Tom away from the tile and against his body. Tom groaned at the movement, but his eye's shot open as Zain started to thrust once more, his arms holding Tom against him as he thrust with Tom's toe's barely touching the floor as the man fucked him, and their mouth's met in another loving embrace.

Zain couldn't hold Tom up like that for long, his arms tiring from the position so let his body fall forward to once again lie against the cold tile, his hands taking a firm grip of the waist before restarting his thrusting. Tom moaned loudly, another orgasm approaching as Zain built up speed and thrust harder, always careful but deliberate as his own climax grew closer, and it wasn't long before he exploded. He flooded Tom's ass with a massive load of his cum, releasing enough that it began to leak out of the younger man's hole as it struggled to take every drop, all while Tom blasted out another stream of cum over the tile at the sensation of the large member pulsing in his ass. Zain had to step forward this time, using his pelvis to support Tom's body as he left his dick buried in his ass and wrapped his arms around him, and they stayed like that until the water started to run cold. Zain pulled away, easing his dick out of Tom's body as he said, "Wash up quickly, before it all the hot water is gone."

Tom didn't want him to go, but knew he couldn't stay, so washed for a few minute's, the cooling water helping to relax his body. He wrapped a towel around his waist, suddenly aware of where he was, and walked down the hall to find Zain sat on the bed fully clothed and looking guilty. He tried to fake a smile as Tom walked in, but Tom knew he was finding this second rendezous difficult so he quickly grabbed his clothes and started to pull them on, while Zain sat there silently. When he was done he said, "Look, if this is too much.. again, it never has to happen.."

Zain pushed him against the wall and kissed him, taking Tom by surprise as they made out for a few moment's and Zain pulled back to say, "I love her.. but I can't let you go without saying, I need you to come back." Tom grinned, the two kissing for a while before Zain led Tom to the door and showed him out, a promise of another evening together soon.


Hope you enjoyed this update.

So I'm planning to finish up this series soon. With the show changing so much, it feels like the right time to end. Have a few more ideas to write, but if any of you have ideas of what to include in final chapters, let me know and I'll see what I can manage.

Next: Chapter 77


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