This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship between two characters from the British soap Hollyoaks. I have no knowledge of the real persuasion of either of the actors playing the characters and stress that this is pure fantasy although the start of the story, like it's predecessor, take a scene that actually happened and mods it. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave.
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HollyCocks 3: Rhys and Gilly
"Well that was hardly fair," said Rhys Ashworth as he held the frozen peas against his face, "You owe me one."
"Mate, I'm so sorry that happened, but that you so much for taking the fall," replied his best friend Gilly, "I owe you one for that."
"Too right you do," snapped back Rhys, removing the frozen peas from over his eye. It wasn't as if he needed them, he had hardly even gone down after the punch he had taken, but he was an attention whore and liked the idea of being able to generate sympathy for himself by acting like it hurt a lot more. He had taken the blame for some stupid poem that Gilly had written for his crush that she has found, and all it had gotten him was a punch in the eye from some Spanish prat. Too bloody right Gilly owed him one.
"Aww, come on Rhys, I'm really sorry," Gilly repeated, putting emphasis on the really part of his sentence, "Come on, let's go and get drunk, on me, to make up for it."
Rhys liked the idea of getting pissed on someone else money, but he could do that anytime, he had Gilly over a barrel here, and that metaphor was something that was exactly what he felt like doing.
"I don't think I should go drinking, what if his punch really messed my head up?" asked Rhys, not remotely believing it, but already formulating a plan to get what he really.
"Come of Rhys," said Gilly, slightly exasperated, "He didn't hit you that hard."
"Maybe I should go tell him who he should have hit and then you can tell me how hard he hits" shouted back Rhys in mock anger.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry" backed down Gilly, "What do you want me to do to make it up to you then."
Rhys smirked, ever since he had found out that he had been sleeping with his sister, his tastes had gone off the charts. Plain old sex just didn't do it for him anymore; he needed something kinky and weird wherever he could get it. His mate Gilly would never have understood if he had just told him, but doing it this way, he had Gilly right where he wanted him...or at least he would do in a few minutes. Rhys' plan was very simple. In order to make it up to him for taking a punch and saving his face in front of Steph, all Gilly was going to have to do was take it up the arse.
"Well, there is one thing I can think of that you could do," said Rhys, as he bean to rub his crotch in front of his oldest friend, "it's something we haven't done for a very long time."
Gilly was completely taken aback by this. Was Rhys really suggesting they get it on? Granted, years ago when the two were 13 they had experimented with each other a bit, even gone so far as to trade blow jobs, but that had been years ago, and while it had been fun for thirteen year old boys, they had both grown up and found girls and stuff. What could Rhys possibly mean? Gilly presumed Rhys was joking and laughed.
"Very funny man," said Gilly as he went to walk away.
Rhys wasn't joking. As Gilly moved to walk away, Rhys lunged forward and knocked Gilly down, following him down and landing on top. He ground his erect cock into Gilly's crotch and mashed his lips against Gilly's as his friend tried to speak. He wrestled his tongue around in his friend's mouth as he bucked his hips against Gilly's legs. He was getting close already and just the thought that he could be forcing his friend in to doing this sort of thing. Before long, he knew he would have his cock in Gilly throat.
Gilly couldn't believe this was happening. His friend was basically trying to rape him. He'd jumped him and was now humping him and kissing him. Gilly was getting into it, sure, it felt great to have a tongue in his mouth and to feel his cock getting some attention.
"You like it don't you Gilly," said Rhys as he broke the kiss, "and now it's time to swallow my dick mate, just like all those years ago."
There was no way that Gilly was going to just let Rhys get away with all this. It was like a red mist came down over his eyes, as he equally felt his cock harden in his pants.
"No way mate," said Gilly to Rhys, "I think we need to change some of what's going on here."
Rhys was confused, what did that mean? Suddenly he felt Gilly's hands on his arse and his body lurched sideways as Gilly rolled them through and placed himself on top of Rhys.
"The only person who's going to be swallowing dick is you," said Gilly as he started to unbutton the fly on his jeans, "and just remember Rhys, all this was your idea."
Gilly released his cock from his jeans and leant forward, stabbing at Rhys' mouth with his blood engorged seven incher. His precum stuck to Rhys' lips as he moved the head along them, smeaing Rhys' mouth in the salty liquid.
Rhys was shocked. This wasn't the plan that he had in mind. But "Fuck it," he thought. He was in to freaky shit, and nothing was freakier than getting your best friend to rape your throat. Rhys opened his mouth and took the knob in; he could feel the salty liquid as it coated the inside of his mouth. It tasted just as he remembered from all those years ago, and it was a taste that he knew he wanted to taste again and again. As Gilly began to thrust himself back and forth, Rhys used his tongue to lick and suck the whole length of the dick in his mouth and the knob that was sliding down his throat; he also lifted his hands up to Gilly's arse, pulled down Gilly's jeans and started to run his hands into Gilly's surprisingly hairy butt crack. Rhys started to pull on the hairs in the crack and swish them about as he moved his fingers closer and closer to the hole he knew was there, while he sucked the cock in his mouth further down his throat. Just as he managed to take the whole seven inches in and rest his face into the bush of pubes at the base of Gilly's cock, Rhys slipped a lone finger into the ring of Gilly arse, just far enough to make Gilly grunt at the duel pleasure of his knob buried in throat and an invader slipping up his butthole.
"Yeah, take it bitch," groaned Gilly as he bucked gently between the mouth and finger, "use some more fingers or sumin, cos that one feels good."
Using just the sweat that was dripping down Gilly's back and into his hairy arse trench, Rhys slipped another finger in and started to jerk them both back and forth in short, sharp bursts. Gilly started to moan and thrash about. He felt bad for Rhys though. Rhys might have tried to do this in a wrong way, but still, it was his idea to do this. Gilly pulled his cock out of Rhys mouth and flipped himself around. Undoing Rhys' jeans and slipping a hand into the fly, he grabbed Rhys cock through his tight briefs and slipped it free. It was about the same size as his own, but curved to the side, while his own tended to curve up. He pulled the foreskin back and forth a few times; this revealed the pinky purple bell end and caused the head to leak. Leaning over Rhys' body, he inserted his cock back into Rhys' mouth while taking Rhys' dick down his own throat, teasing the sensitive head with his tongue in long sweeping licks.
As the two best friends 69ed on the kitchen floor of the pub, Rhys returned his fingers to Gilly's arse and once again began to thrust them in and out. Gilly groaned and used his hands to push Rhys' jeans down his legs, reaching his fingers through and slipping his own fingers into the tight arsehole below Rhys' balls. It was certainly a hot experience for both the lads as they slurped on each others cocks and fingered their virgin arses. They had never gone this far when they were teens together, but now they knew more about sex. Rhys' mind was going into over drive. His arse was being assaulted by the fingers of his best friend and his cock was being bathed by his tongue. He'd been fucked about by so many girls, but his mate had always been there and now he knew that they were going to be best mates forever. At this though, Rhys spurted cum down Gilly's throat without warning.
Gilly coughed and spluttered as the cock in his mouth shot spunk. It tasted salty and thick as he tried not to swallow. Pulling his mouth back, the cock continued to spunk and shot more cum all over Gilly lips. Gilly stood up, sdpunk dripping down his face and his cock rock hard and dripping precum. He spat the cum from his mouth in to his hand and pulled Rhys up using his other. Kicking the exhausted Rhys' legs open he rubbed Rhys' own cum in to the smooth, hairless crack before him. Rhys suddenly realised what was about to happen and remembered the porn he'd once seen where a woman got buttfucked and the advice that she was given; `push down.'
Rhys did just that as Gilly lined his cock up at the tight hole of his best friend and thrust forward, popping his head through the virginal ring. Gilly pulled his t-shirt off and revealed his hairy chest and treasure trail. His hairy arse flexed as he pumped his seven incher in to his friend. Gilly's tight body, covered in a light dusting of hair was sweating due to the speed and the because of the force with which he was fucking his best friend's no longer virgin arsehole.
Rhys was in ecstasy. The cock in his arse had hurt at first at it punched through his tight little ring, but now it was hitting something that could only be his prostate and it was like he was seeing stars. It felt so good having his best mates thick seven inch dick flexing inside him and to feel Gilly's hairy body pressed against him. He wished he could see him pumping away at his arse, but he was bent over the kitchen table and was being held down as Gilly groaned and moaned behind him, occasionally using one of his hands to slap Rhys' bum cheek. As Gilly got closer he started to really pump hard, thrusting his dick back and forth, really manramming his mate's arse.
Just before he came, he pulled out, pulled Gilly off the table on to the floor and exploded in to his youthful face. Several shots of cum hit Rhys' face before several more hit bullseye in his open mouth. Rhys swallowed all that he could and used his fingers to scoop more in to his mouth. Gilly stood over him, breathing hard. Rhys smiled up at his friend, while Gilly looked down at his best mate sat on the floor eating his spunk.
"That made it up to you then?" Gilly asked.
"I don't know," replied Rhys, "I think we might have to do it again some time."
"Oh, I'm sure that can be arranged," said Gilly, smirking, "and maybe we can both get a bit of payback on old donkey breath..."
Another chapter done. As you can see, I tend to use something that happens in the show to spur on what I'm writing, so if you want to suggest pairings or whatever, that might be something to consider.
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