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99
John Paul McQueen was leaving the Loft, finished with his latest DJ gig. He'd had a few pints and a good night. He loved being behind the records, he could get away from his problems, like university, and like Craig not being in contact with him lately. He knew there wasn't anything wrong with Craig - if there had been, Craig's sister Steph would have let John Paul know - but Craig had not texted or e-mailed or called since the night of their phone sex. John Paul could only assume that Craig had moved on. His pride was too strong to contact Craig himself. All he could do was try to move on.
John Paul's distraction was such that he wasn't prepared for the arm wrapped around his throat.
"Money. Now." The voice hissed. John Paul's air supply was rapidly leaving him as the bicep pressed tighter. He knew that if he gave his money, he might get away, but he might also lose his life. He didn't have much breath left to negotiate.
Instead, he slammed his elbow into the mugger's stomach. The bigger man gasped and John Paul managed to get free. Unfortunately, the mugger managed to kick at the back of his knee, thus sending him hurtling to the ground.
The large thug was silent, but the menace on his face said it all. John Paul blinked away at the painful stars circling his head. He recognized his attacker, but knew better than to say such. All he could do was stall for time until he could get on his feet and try to run.
The mugger advanced more and more into John Paul's personal space. John Paul gulped as he thought he saw death in those dark eyes.
Before anything else could happen, the brute was tackled by a muscular dark form. The mugger was quickly leveled by a series of punches and soon turned tail and ran like a coward.
The hero of the hour turned to help John Paul up. It was Calvin Valentine. John Paul was already breathless, but seeing this gorgeous black specimen of man bathed in streetlight was enough to make him swoon. Calvin caught him in his arms, and they studied each other up, neither man hoping they were being too obvious in their desires. Then Calvin realized he'd forgotten about the mugger.
"He got away. Fuck."
John Paul comforted his savior with a grateful pat on the arm.
"Better off letting him go. I know him. Not well, but enough to know he works for Warren."
Calvin bristled at that man's name. Warren Fox. Contemptible git who had hired Calvin's brother Sonny to commit various petty crimes. Warren who had stolen Calvin's girlfriend Louise. Warren whose probable bum chum, Justin, had seduced and quickly dumped Calvin's virgin sister. They were the scum of the earth in Calvin's eyes.
"You have to file a report, John Paul."
John Paul shook his head.
"No fucking way. Warren's above the law. We both know that."
Sadly, Calvin could not disagree. John Paul recognized the bitterness in Calvin's stormy dark eyes.
"Thank you, Officer Valentine."
Calvin accepted the compliment.
"It's my job. Even when I'm off-duty."
"So you came here for a drink?"
Calvin said yes. John Paul detected a hint of loneliness in his husky voice.
"Got an empty house tonight, and an empty bed..."
Calvin wasn't sure why he added the last part, but John Paul was nonplussed.
"Well, I never have an empty house, what with all my sisters at Mum's place and all the other students at the dorm, so I can't help there. I can help with the bed-filling though."
John Paul had had a few more pints than he'd remembered and the adrenaline of the robbery, plus not having had a good shag since Craig had gone to Dublin, had made him extremely horny. The gorgeous stud standing beside him didn't exactly help matters.
John Paul licked his lips and looked at the huge bulge which filled Calvin's tight trousers.
Not subtle, but it worked.
The drive back to Calvin's house seemed to take forever. John Paul slid his hand inside Calvin's pants and slowly wanked him. His cock was huge, and this was only half-erect. John Paul hadn't had a good pounding since he'd dated Spike, as Craig was one hell of a power bottom, but he had a feeling he was going to get one tonight.
Once they got inside the house, John Paul grabbed Calvin for a deep kiss. The man was a dark tower of John Paul could not yank his jacket or white shirt off fast enough. He paused to drink in Calvin's astonishingly cut bare torso, with glistening pecs and what seemed to be an eight-pack. He knew he would spend most of the night keeping his fingers and tongue very busy with those abs. Right now he wanted something more. Calvin stepped out of his shoes while John Paul pushed his pants down. He caught his breath at that flawless ebony skin contrasted against white boxer briefs. Obscenely packed boxer briefs. He circled around Calvin, grabbed and squeezing his bubble butt, then his massive bulge.
Calvin was a bit embarrassed. He wasn't used to being worshiped. He certainly wasn't going to complain. As John Paul slipped the boxer briefs down, the quiet living room was noisily interrupted by a loud slap of horse cock against abs.
"Talk about third legs!"
Calvin looked down with a sheepish grin. His cock, now painfully erect, was ten inches long and had some good thickness. John Paul knelt in front of his new god, paying his respect with a damn fine blow job. Spike and Craig had always told John Paul he was a natural cocksucker. Still, his jaw ached at the monster in his mouth. John Paul settled for running his tongue up and down the quivering shaft as he jerked him off. But John Paul wanted more.
"I won't be able to walk tomorrow, but temporary paralysis is worth it!"
He ripped off his clothes and presented Calvin with his boyishly smooth body. Calvin ran his big hands up and down the luscious flesh. John Paul's skin practically glowed. His lips were wet, his blue eyes were flushed with desire and alcohol and adrenaline. He was achingly beautiful. For tonight, he was all Calvin's.
Calvin kissed him again, gently tasting his tongue, their mouths wide open and eager to explore. Their hands cupped, groped, and explored the nude forms in front of them.
Finally, Calvin placed John Paul on the couch, putting him on all fours and spreading his cheeks.
"Eighteen year old ass. Mmmm...." Calvin said before putting his face into John Paul's lightly hairy hole. Calvin loved this part of sex. There were so few people who could actually take his cock. It made him very lonely. He'd never told anyone, but before his mother died and he had to take care of his siblings, Calvin had planned to move in with another copper. They knew about that, but they didn't know why. His fellow officer was a major cockhound and had jumped Calvin after work one day, right after he'd gotten a look at Calvin's anaconda in the locker room. Sadly, he was now stuck taking care of his family, and his fuck buddy had to settle for the occasional visit.
Satisfied he'd tasted all of John Paul that he could, Calvin slid behind him on the sofa, teasing John Paul by sliding his big dick up and down the puckering anus. He loved hearing John Paul cry and beg for his meat. He gave in, easing himself into the hole so tightly embracing his manhood.
Calvin groaned a deep guttural groan at the snug fit. He knew he had to be careful, but it felt so damn good. John Paul gritted his teeth and slowly but surely backed up on as much of the invader as he could. Calvin let him set the pace, content to stay in that warm place forever. Eventually, John Paul had managed to bury most of the prize in his bumhole.
Soon they began to speed up their pace, Calvin sliding out only to slam home, dying to hear John Paul's cries of pain and pleasure. Mostly pleasure. They were both much too horny to last much longer. John Paul's entire body shivered as he came all over the sofa cushion, without ever touching himself. All Calvin could do was roar at the sensations against his erection. He emptied himself into the irresistible boyhole, like bullets firing from a revolver. Shot after shot after shot until he was spent.
Gently pulling out of the young man, Calvin slipped his thick fingers into the dripping hole, one hand tasting his own essence while the other slipped into John Paul's tired yet hungry mouth. John Paul sucked at the big fingers as if they were cocks, after all they did contain a healthy dose of protein. Only then did he start to remember Craig, as he had often tasted Craig's fingers. John Paul felt slightly ashamed.
"My mum would say I'm such a slut...but then, I'm a McQueen."
Calvin kissed his forehead and picked the tired youth up into his brawny arms. They went to Calvin's room for a good nap.
John Paul woke up a few hours later. He was sore all over...especially in one place. But he had no real regrets, not when he saw the flawless man-beast stroll from the bathroom dripping wet and rock-hard.
"How did I fit that in my arse?"
"I guess you have a gift. Let me show you something."
John Paul groaned. The groan turned to panic when he saw that Calvin was fondling his police truncheon.
"Now listen, mate. I don't know what porn movie you think you're in, but..."
Calvin teasingly ran the nightstick down his shiny, naked chest. Then he threw the object on the floor, much to John Paul's relief.
"That's not what I meant."
Calvin sat on the edge of the bed. John Paul's curiosity was piqued. Calvin bent his head and neck down, slowly, slowly, until finally he opened his mouth, taking in the large head of his throbbing ten inches. John Paul's jaw dropped. He'd always wanted to see somebody do this. Hell, any bloke, gay or straight, would do this if they could. John Paul slid beside Calvin and began jerking himself off, pinching his nipples too.
With a struggle, Calvin took more and more of his own cock into his mouth. After a few more inches, he could swallow no more, but he didn't need to. The taste of his own penis and the sight of John Paul masturbating was all he needed. He ejaculated in his own mouth. Greedy John Paul leaned down to lap up the last few spurts.
Wanting a taste of the teenage cream next to him, Calvin's head dove between John Paul's legs. John Paul was in no mood to tease, and gave Calvin the mouthful he wanted.
The two men then cuddled and kissed, John Paul's head on the perfect pecs and his hand on those abs. He felt content. Calvin had thoroughly enjoyed this sex, but his total pleasure came with pangs of guilt.
"John Paul, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about the way my brother Sonny treated you. I had a talking to with him, but he never listened."
John Paul didn't like hearing that name again, but he appreciated Calvin's apology. Sonny had tormented John Paul in school and had made every day a fresh homophobic hell after John Paul had come out.
"Thanks. Don't feel bad for what he did. He had a lot of issues. We usually do."
Calvin looked down, confused.
"Whatcha mean?"
John Paul wasn't sure if he should say more, but he'd already gone this far.
"Sonny. I saw him with Justin one day after school. They were all over each other. Wouldn't be surprised if he had it off with Warren too. I know Justin has. He gives Warren the fuck-me face every time they're in a room together."
Calvin didn't say anything. He wanted to have a good sleep and enjoy the rest of the night with his new fuck friend. But he knew he would be soon be paying a very, very angry visit to Warren.
99
Craig just couldn't get into studying. His flatmate was gone for a family emergency, so Craig was all alone listening to a ticking clock and bad TV repeats. Getting drunk had some appeal, but Craig just didn't have the energy to go to any pubs. He knew what he missed was John Paul. They hadn't spoken since their phone sex session. He'd waited and waited for John Paul to e-mail him or text him, but nothing. Craig had too much pride to call John Paul himself. He'd already done that, and all he'd gotten out of it was one hell of a wank session.
The thought of a wank session began to make Craig feel better when he heard a loud knock on the door. He wished he had some fierce guard dogs or something. Strange knocks on his door after dark weren't a good way to calm his nerves.
"Who is it?" he called from the safety of the apartment.
"It's your brother," the somewhat downbeat voice called back.
Craig was shocked. He and Jake had not exactly left on the best of terms, what with Jake being a homophobic bastard. A little part of Craig blamed Jake for his breakup with John Paul, since he had overheard them talking when Craig told Jake that he wasn't gay.
Anyway, this wasn't the time. Craig opened the door, worried something had happened to one of their sisters, or their mum Frankie or stepdad Jack, or stepbrother Darren.
"No, nothing like that," Jake said when Craig asked him. He took off his jacket and sat down on the couch.
"Then what? What made you come all the way here to see somebody tou hate?"
Jake huffed. He was obviously in distress and barely knew what to say.
"I don't hate you, bro. I just...what you do...naked, kissing, touching another man, your cock up his arse, your mouth on his dick and eating his cum, I..."
Craig couldn't believe his brother's filthy mouth. Even worse, Craig was getting hard from the nasty talk. He stood behind the kitchen counter, waiting for the erection to die down.
"I love John Paul, Craig. I have...I had sex with the man I love. I'm not ashamed of that. I don't know what you wanted to know that I didn't already tell you."
Jake stood up and began walking over towards Craig. Craig tried to mentally force his boner down before Jake saw him.
"What if it's not about love? What if you just start feeling like you want a bloke, and you can't stop? How does it feel?"
Craig couldn't answer that question. Not to his brother.
"I can't tell you that, Jake."
To Craig's surprise, Jake grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Then you'll have to show me."
With their faces so close together, Craig realized for the first time just how gorgeous Jake was. He had such stunning dark eyes, and his face was rugged yet also pretty. He had exactly the right amount of stubble around his jaw. This was his brother. His homophobic, macho brother. And at that moment, he was the most beautiful man Craig had ever seen. Jake wrapped Craig in his big bear arms for a kiss. His little brother. He'd seen Craig around the flat so many times with almost no clothes on, but as he pulled Craig's shirt over his head, he truly appreciated those ripped abs for the first time. He'd usually just envied Craig for his body. Now he lusted after him.
Likewise, Craig lifted Jake's sweater. He'd always thought Jake looked like such a man with that hairy chest. He'd been envious. Now, his hands ensnared deep in the fur coating Jake's pecs and slight belly, he felt nothing but need and want.
They made their way to Craig's bedroom, kicking off their shoes along the way, slipping down their jeans. Craig had his boxers on, and Jake was in tight grey boxer briefs. His arse looked so tasty in them. Craig knew they weren't the same, but he liked eating out pussy and he really liked eating ass. He liked that just his tongue could do so much to a person, make them tremor with desire, reshape their entire personality all around the whims of his mouth.
Craig bit his lower lip as he realized they were close to the final step.
"Jake, if you want to stop, then we'll stop."
Jake responded by pulling down his boxer briefs. His girth stood out proudly among the jungle of pubic hair. Those meaty thighs made Craig drool.
"Guess I have my answer."
With that, Craig pulled down his boxers. He was nervous, trying not to show it, but Jake noticed his shakiness while also noticing how utterly perfect his baby brother was. Not an ounce of fat. His legs were just killer. His abs were so cut they almost seemed to be made by the gods, and his arms were perfect. His cock was so beautiful, exactly the right length and proportion for his body, and topped off by a shiny pink mushroom head peeking through his foreskin. His low-hangers were full to bursting as Jake studied his every body part.
"You're so perfect, Craig."
In the past this would have been said with a trademark Jake Dean sneer. This time Jake was breathlessly serious. Craig's eyes welled up with tears as he finally had the approval of his brother, even under such odd circumstances.
"Let me show you how good this feels, Jake."
He put Jake on the edge of the bed, kneeling between his beefy, hairy thighs and slowly teasing Jake's cockhead with his tongue. He took his sweet time going down on his big brother's big dick, enjoying the impatient moans from above him. When he finally managed to deep-throat Jake, Jake looked down into his soft brown eyes with astonishment and pure adoration.
Jake had had some very hot, rough sex with Russ and Spike that was the main reason he'd come here in the first place, but this was different. This felt like making love and like making up to Craig for how he had treated him. He knew he couldn't tell Craig that this wasn't his first time.
Jake abruptly pulled away from Craig's mouth and turned onto his stomach, letting Craig get a good look at his beefy buns. They were just hairy enough without being too much. Craig took a moment to grapple with the fact that he was about to give his brother a rim job, but somehow that just made him feel even more excited. He played with himself, smearing the precum on his fingers as he cupped Jake's back end in his hands, feeling the hair stick against his slippery fingers. His tongue soon got to work inside Jake's anus, pushing past the ring of no return, adding a finger to help prepare him.
Jake moaned into the pillow as these forbidden sensations took him over. Spike had been right. That pig had been totally right. This was so good. Only one thing would be better.
"Fuck me, little brother."
Craig didn't waste any time as he buried his flesh pipe inside Jake. He didn't want to be too aggressive, but as he built up his intensity, he thought about all the times Jake had made him feel inferior, made him feel like he wasn't a man. Now Jake was begging for his cock. He yanked Jake up until they were both standing on their knees, the bed creaking under their weight as Craig began violently slamming into his big brother's big juicy butt. He felt Jake's sensitive nipples between his fingers as he squeezed and turned them until Jake cried out to stop, then cried out a moment later to do it harder. Harder. Faster. Craig sank his teeth into Jake's thick neck as he unleashed all his pent-up frustrations and fears and lusts and loves in this one moment of incestuous fervor.
He squeezed his eyes shut and hissed like a snake as the orgasms hit. He was too wound up to make any noise. His entire body was one tremor of semen after another. All his life force drained into Jake, Jake roaring as his violated ass overflowed with the seed of his baby brother.
They stayed still for some time, too exhausted and frightened to move. Frightened at what they had done, and what that would do to their relationship. Their bodies felt glued together as they finally managed to separate through the layers of sweat and semen.
Jake turned over on his back, looking up at his exhausted brother with total shock.
"You bit me!" he said as he grabbed at his neck.
"I'm sorry," Craig replied. He felt like an animal.
"No...don't be sorry. We're men. You fucked me like a man."
He pulled a speechless Craig down to him for a kiss that was so hard they would have red marks around their mouths the next day.
"And I'm gonna fuck YOU right through the mattress, little brother, after I rest up."
Craig wasn't going to disagree. He loved being fucked. He never thought he'd be fucked by his homophobic brother, but then ,he never thought he'd fall in love with his best mate. Life was unpredictable. If this was the only way he could bond with Jake, he'd take it.
"Know what this means?" Craig said as played with Jake's chest hair.
"Not 'til you tell me."
"It means the only straight brother in our family is Darren."
They both had a good laugh.
999
Just as Spike was going to get to work on Darren's peachy bum, the bathroom door opened.
"Ain't this a public place? What the fuck..."
Spike did not recognize their new arrival. The look of horror on Darren's face suggested he did.
"Darren, what about Zoe? What are you DOING?"
The newcomer was Zak. Zak had a crush on Zoe, but had given up pursuing her when he found out how much she cared about Darren.
As Darren pulled up his pants to try to explain, the dildo Spike had been holding in his hands fell to the floor. Zak accidentally stepped on it, and broke the sex toy.
"You broke my dildo!" Spike yelled, not entirely unaware of how dumb he sounded.
"Well that wasn't exactly quality merchandise if my foot was all it took, was it mate?"
Spike wasn't having it. He shoved Darren towards the door and grabbed Zak by the shirt. Zak had a shaved, fuzzy head, and a good tight body. Spike could have some fun with him.
"Darren, block the door. As for you, whoever you are. Like the old saying goes. You break it, I fuck it."
With that, he put both hands on Zak's firm buttocks and squeezed.
Zak looked to Darren for help, but Darren simply put the trash can in front of the door and began stripping out of his clothes. Darren was going to involve Zak in this so he would never tell anyone what he'd seen.
All Zak could do was give in.
And as he felt the sets of hands undressing him and going to work on his fit body, he realized that wasn't such a bad idea after all.