Warning: If the depiction of gay sex offends, read no further! Eastenders is owned by BBC broadcasting. The following depictions of characters and actors in no way is reflective of actual sexual orientation. The story that follows is of my own imagination and does not reflect the current plots of Eastenders.
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Jack and Callum
Chapter Two
At Jack's place the elder copper could notice as Callum's unease grew. He decided to take things slow with his younger comrade and ease him in gently. He owed Callum that. Jack indicated a seat within the sitting room.
"Have a seat, mate," he indicated an overstuffed chair.
Callum gladly sat and looked about the room anxiously. He noted various photos around the room; of Jack's children and a few of Denise's children as well as a photo or two of Jack and Denise. He frowned at those.
Jack noted this as well and tried to reassure Callum that it was safe. "Denise and the kids are away for a few days," he repeated the earlier comment spoken at the Vic. "How about a beer, mate?" He offered up.
"Yeah," Callum shrugged, "sure." Now that he was there alone with Jack he was uncertain that he'd made the right choice. He had to admit the fit copper turned him on and the attention he showered upon him was flattering. But the idea of betraying Ben-
"I'll get each of us one," Jack interrupted Callum's thoughts.
Callum watched Jack walk through to the kitchen admiring his muscular arse and the way Jack's tight jeans showcased it as well as his thick muscular thighs and legs. Ben paled in comparison to Jack's fit form, Callum quickly decided. As if I on cue, Callum's cell buzzed. He glanced at the text. It was from Ben. , Ben's message stated.
Callum frowned and switched off the phone. Now more than ever he wanted and was ready for Jack's cock.
"Here you go, mate," Jack extended an amber bottle to Callum, who clasped the cool glass. Jack took the seat across from Callum. "Drink up," he instructed with a sexy grin.
Jack knew he had to go slow and easy with Callum. The lad had high ideals and morals he lived by and infidelity was not one of them. He understood the enormity of this next step for the lad.
"Taste good?" He quipped.
Staring across at Jack, Callum impulsively returned, "I think that hefty piece you have coiled in those jeans would taste better."
Jack let out a hearty laugh at the direct comment while Callum blushed. He couldn't believe he'd uttered such a thing.
Jack tugged at the belt buckle and button fly of his jeans, loosening them. "Come over here and take a taste," he urged in a low husky tone.
Callum gulped a moment at the audacious idea of that and then slowly moved from the seat down to the floor on his knees and crawled closer. The two men held gazes as Callum stopped directly at Jack's crotch and lightly touched Jack's muscled thighs.
"It's all yours, mate." Jack invited, still speaking in the husky tone.
Callum blinked and lowered his gaze to the encased cock which was clearly growing, hardening and lengthening before Callum's eyes. Jack was reacting for him, Callum realized, almost beaming like a boy at the thought. This was so unlike Ben, who merely wanted to fuck him all of the time.
Callum lifted his arms and deftly pulled the belt from the loops of the jeans and tugged the fly wider. Callum opened his mouth and dripped his head. He began to lathe the mound of sex flesh within the jeans with his lips and tongue. Jack smiled and sat back in the chair spreading his legs wider.
Callum could feel the shaft pulsing within the trapped confines and smiled, marveling at how hard and long the cock seemed to be. All for him, he repeated the mantra within his mind. In appreciation, Jack reached out and tousled Callum's shock of brown hair, tugging him harder against his shaft.
"Don't tease me," Jack said in a throaty hoarse whisper.
Callum lifted from the confined cock a moment and tugged down upon the jeans' waistband. Jack lifted his hips to offer Callum easier access. Callum tugged the jeans down around Jack's ankles and reverently caressed his thick muscular legs on the way back up. Jack's boxers were obscenely tented and Callum understood why they called him, Jack the lad!
"Put that pretty mouth to work," Jack quipped with a low throaty chuckle.
Callum nodded, hypnotized by the straining cock. He tugged the waistband of Jack's boxers and Jack's enormous cock sprung free.
"Gawdd!" Callum gasped. It had to be 12" long or damn near and as thick as a can of ale.
"Don't let it intimidate you," Jack reassured, reaching down with one fist and stroking it, a string of precum glistening from the bulbous mushroom shaped head. Jack smeared it along his veiny length. "I promise I'll be gentle and we'll go nice and slow."
Callum bit his lower lip and Jack had to admit the motion was sexy as hell.
"You game?" Jack gently urged.
Callum slowly nodded his head and tentatively gripped the length as best as he could and licked the precum from the piss slit. It tasted good, Callum decided. And his opened his mouth to take a bit more between the ring of his lips. He slurped a bit loudly but took an inch more. He was about three fourths of the way down the shaft when he felt the cap touch the back of his throat and choked a bit.
"Nice and slow, mate," Jack purred, "ok?"
"Ymm," Callum grurgled an affirmative around the shaft. He inhaled sharply and controled his gag reflex and took a bit more but his mouth couldn't accommodate the length fully. He gurgled and slurped loudly around the length stuffed down his gullet.
"That's it, mate," Jack whispered, "work what you can." He smiled and tousled Callum's hair again. "We need to lube it up if I'm going to take that firm little arse."
Callum inhaled and blinked in trepidation. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He thought of Ben's big black dildo and the discomfort from that. But now-
Jack seemed to read his mind. "We'll open you up gently and you can take whatever feels right and safe."
Callum pulled Jack's shaft from his mouth and tentatively agreed, "ok," he trembled before licking down along one pronounced vein, feeling it pulse against his tongue.
Callum licked the shaft a bit longer before looking up at Jack. "I-I-think I'm ready," he inhaled sharply at the admission.
"Good lad." Callum stood and Jack stood as well, stepping from his jeans completely. The stairs are that way," he said unnecessarily, but Jack wanted to watch Callum's hot arse twitch and sway as they climed the stairs. Jack's hard cock arched and swayed proudly as he followed Callum.
To be continued.......