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Author's note: This story is not representative of the current storyline of Eastenders. This story takes place a few years ago.
Jack and Callum
Or
Coppers Don't Shoot!
By Nicholas A Ryan
"Gonna fuck you raw," Ben Mitchell hissed. His husband Callum Highway rested down upon the bed, his bubble butt poised and gyrating waiting for the warm fullness of Ben's seven inch cock. "Let me prep you up," Ben murmured.
Callum whimpered as he felt Ben's fingers begin to probe him. "Yeah, Ben." Callum murmured. "I like that. It feels so good."
"It's going to feel better, bitch." Ben chuckled.
Callum hated it when Ben called him his bitch but said nothing or made no waves. He simply tried to enjoy-Callum's eyes bulged and he recoiled in pain. "Ben," he gasped.
Ben twisted a large black dildo within Callum's over stretched sphinctor. "Shut up and take it like a man!" He growled.
Callum withered , trying to shake Ben off and the dildo. "Ben," Callum gasped between stabs of pain, "I'm not kidding."
"Come on bitch," Ben replied. "You said that you wanted to spice things up between us," he accused. "Do this for me," He urged.
Callum inhaled sharply and raised his hips to hopefully ease the pain. With his free hand Ben furiously pumped his stiff cock. Callum was semi-erect but certainly not turned on. He bit his lower lip to endure the searing pain.
Ben's cock tightened and jerked. He quickly withdrew his dildo, easing Callum's ring of pain and stradled Callum's upper torso. He grunted and thick ropes of cum shot from his piss slit and splattered down upon the back of Callum's neck and shoulders. Once Ben shot the last of the strings of spoog, Callum reached around to wipe clean his neck and shoulders.
Without another word, Ben crawled from the bed and padded toward the bathroom to take a shower. Callum frowned but decided to follow him into the shower. He wrapped his arms about Ben's waist and began to kiss Ben's neck and shoulder blade. Ben irritably shook him off. "Callum, not now," he said impatiently.
Callum frowned and climbed from the shower stall. He dejectedly padded from the bathroom back into the bedroom and crawled back into the bed, alone.
The next day Callum commiserated with Jack over two bottles of ale in Callum and Ben's flat. Ben was away on business for Phil and the two sexy coppers were alone. "Listen, mate," Jack began, "You can't go on like this." Jack looked at Callum. He was a fit lad, he could do better than Ben.
"I love him," Callum argued.
"Sometimes love just isn't enough." Jack reasoned. Although he couldn't imagine how anyone could treat Callum so callously. Truth be told, Jack felt Callum was a sexy fit lad. He had messed around with his brother Max when they were teens but it had been years since Jack even thought of fooling around with another man.
"I'm sorry mate," Jack offered as he gave the lad a bear hug. When he went to pull away Jack impulsively kissed Callum. The kiss was gentle, sensitive and searching. Callum gasped and responded in kind. Thie tongues stroked and lips see-sawed hungrily.
Jack pulled away with a smile while Callum frowned in confusion. "Jack?"
"Callum," and Jack gave him a quick peck upon the lips.
"I love Ben," Callum insisted despite tingling all over from the kiss.
"And I love Denise," Jack shrugged. "But I want you quite shamelessly."
"But-Jack-I-" Callum tumbled out.
Jack took a step closer and embraced the lad. When he caressed Callum's arse, the young copper flinched and winced. Jack was immediately filled with concern. "What did Ben do to you?"
Callum colored in embarrassment. "He forced me to take a large dildo." He mumbled in confession.
Jack's gaze narrowed. "Did you want it?" Callum shook his head. "Why didn't you tell him?" Jack pressed.
"I did," he insisted.
Jack's face grew grim. "And he forced you."
Callum refused to look at him.
"Callum," Jack urged gently, "look at me."
Callum reluctantly did so. "Jack-"
"Shh," Jack hushed. "Let me check if you're ok."
"I don't know-" Callum began.
"Callum, you really need to be checked out." Jack held Callum's gaze. "I promise I'll be gentle."
"Ok Jack. I trust you." Callum lowered his tracksuit and slipped the garment down around his ankles. His bubble butt was framed by the white elastic of his jock strap. Jack cast the bubbled flesh an appreciative glance before leading Callum into the bedroom and easing him down upon the mattress.
Jack gently touched Callum's smooth butt cheeks, spreading them a bit. He frowned at the flushed distended ring of his bud.
"Callum-" he began.
"No Jack. I don't want to discuss this." Callum stopped him.
He couldn't stop Jack from bending forward and licking one bubbly cheek.
"Jack-" Callum tried to argue.
Jack responded by slipping low down the mattress and positioned his face above Callum's bubble butt. Jack spread the cheeks and thrust his tongue between the cleaved flesh globes. When the tip of his tongue grazed Callum's arse ring, Callum winced a bit in discomfort.
"Did I hurt you?" Jack questioned in concern.
"A little," Callum chuckled. But-"
"But?" Jack pressed.
"It felt like a mixture of pleasure and pain," the young copper admitted.
Jack smiled and dipped his head back along the crack. He pulled at the arse cheeks and burrowed deeper, his tongue poking and slithering against Callum's quim.
"Ohhh-Jack!" Callum moaned, bucking his arse back against Jack's handsome features. "Eat it!" He chanted. "Eat my hole!"
Jack thrust his tongue deeper. The warm slick chute, musky and salty.
"Oh God, Jack." Callum moaned. "I'm going to shoot."
"Shoot it Callum," Jack urged between swipes of his tongue.
"Ugh! Arghhh!" Callum grunted as spews of seed smeared between Callum's inflamed cock and the mattress top.
Jack's own cock exploded within the confines of his own trackies before the man had the opportunity to free himself from the confines. The damp spot was enormous and Jack chuckled at the copious amount.
"Thank you Jack," Callum marveled.
"Thank you," Jack chuckled again.
Callum suddenly frowned. "Jack, can we-"
"Shh," he murmured. "This will be our little secret."
The secret proved too much for either man to forget but both made an effort to go on with their lives as before. Jack continued to plan his wedding with Denise, while Callum continued his efforts to help Ben change his aversion to the gay lifestyle.
Jack noted the way Ben shook each time Callum held his hand in public. Jack felt for Callum, but remained uninvolved despite wanting to do otherwise.
In private Ben was a bit more forthcoming. Inside their flat Ben tore at Callum's clothes and then his own. Both were rock hard and smashed their cocks together as they rubbed their bodies together. Both were leaking pre-cum and Callum attempted to kiss Ben, but he turned away. Callum attempted to pull away but Ben's hold was firm.
Callum concentrated on Ben's body, kissing down his length, moving from his taut chest down to his flat stomach. Ben wasted no time and shoved his cock down Callum's hungry throat, roughly face fucking him. Ben's balls slapped against Callum's chin, gobs of spit dripping from Callum's ravaged mouth and throat.
Callum hung on to Ben's arse and spread the cheeks to finger Ben's hole. Ben growled in irritation and reached around with one arm and hand to swat away Callum's probing hand. Ben was turning into a selfish lover which disappointed the young copper whose cock softened.
"I'm gonna cum," Ben wailed just as he grunted and flooded Callum's mouth with strings of cum. Callum tried to pump his own cock but was unable to get hard again.
Ben pulled from Callum and cum dribbled down his chin. He wiped the cum with the back of his hand and looked up at Ben who smiled in satisfaction. "Can I eat out your arse?" Callum asked Ben, but young Mitchell shook his head.
"No," Ben scolded. "You know how I feel about that." Ben moved toward the bathroom. "I'm going to shower and get cleaned up." Completely forgetting about Callum's own satisfaction.
Callum grimly nodded and couldn't help but think about Jack. His cock harded and he silently stroked himself, remembering kissing and the feeling of Jack eating him out. He soon spilled strings of spoog from his cock and caught it in his palm and lifted it to his lips. He licked it up and rose to walk to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He took a wet cloth and proceeded to wipe his spent cock clean.
Callum was seated in the Vic nursing a bottle of beer. Jack strolled in and nodded in greeting to Mick before moving to Callum's side. Jack frowned at the young copper's forlorn look. "Things, still not looking up between you and Ben?"
"Nah," Callum made a face.
"Seriously mate." Jack sighed. "You're worth better than that."
"It doesn't feel like it." Callum murmured.
Jack wanted to show Callum but they were in public. "Right now it doesn't but-"
"But I don't want to live without Ben." Callum waylaid.
Ben must have been something else, Jack scoffed. Instead he merely said, "I understand."
"I figured you would," Callum said. "You're a good mate, Jack."
"Mmm," Jack hummed as he took a sip from the bottle Mick placed before him. Jack nursed his beer while Callum drank three more.
Callum stood and lost his balance, careening into Jack's larger frame. "Gotta piss," Callum apologized.
"Mate," Jack said, "we'd better cut you off. You're unsteady on your feet."
Mick smiled and nodded in agreement while Jack helped Callum to the gent's.
Inside the gent's Callum feebly tugged at his button fly to no avail so Jack's nimble fingers popped the fly. Jack proceeded to fish out Callum's semi-hard cock. "Um, Jack," he stuttered, "I think I can piss on my own."
"Can you," Jack challenged, his grip firm and warm upon Callum's cock.
Callum laughed awkwardly while Jack stood behind him and aimed Callum's cock toward the porcelain of the urinal. A warm stream of piss hit the urinal and Callum sighed in satisfaction as Jack held him at the base.
"Feel good?" Jack murmured within Callum's ear.
"Yeah," Callum sighed, feeling Jack's own hard cock nudge into his arse.
"Good lad," Jack purred as he began to stroke Callum's shaft within his grip.
Jack's grip on Callum was tight and the young copper began to drip pre-cum.
Jack was pleased. "Come back to mine," he murmured. "Denise and the kids are away. I want to be inside you," Jack growled. "Here is not the place."
"Yes," Callum hissed. "I want you inside of me."
"Good lad," Jack hissed, running his lips along the column of Callum's throat. "Get a move on," Jack swatted at Callum's arse.
"Yeah," Callum smiled awkwardly.
Callum quickly buttoned up his denims and followed Jack as he swaggered from the gents. Jack met Mick's quizzical look as he rested his hand against the base of Callum's lower back.
"I'm taking this guy home," to fuck the hell out of, he wanted to say outloud. Callum looked sheepishly to Mick.
"Sorry about the inconvenience," Callum offered Mick lamely.
"No worries," Mick offered up good naturedly in kind. "We all have our moments."
"Yeah, well," he hedged. But Jack smoothly cut him off.
"I'll make sure he gets a good night's rest," Jack assured Mick as he ushered Callum through the Vic to the double doors out into the brisk night weather.
To be continued....