Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. This story depicts homosexual sex acts and is entirely FICTIONAL. It is not intended to imply anything about the sexual orientation of any of the characters or knowledge about their private lives. If you are likely to be offended or committing an offence by reading this story, do not read any further. Thanks go to the VERY special man in my life - you know who you are!
Although he is no longer in "Eastenders", I'm sure many of you will remember the stud that was Grant Mitchell. The show and its characters are trademarks of and copyright BBC.
Sex in the Queen Vic
It was Monday morning and Grant Mitchell was opening up the bar. His latest barmaid had left work 3 weeks ago to go travelling to 'find herself' and so he would be shorthanded for bloody ages. Grant was pissed off. Gina had been a good worker, not to mention great in the sack. Grant had a reputation as the male equivalent of a slapper. The 7 inches of muscle between his legs was permanently primed and he would shag anything. So he and Gina had been well suited, both having very sexual appetites. But of course now she had gone he would have to find someone else.
Being bisexual, Grant was at a great advantage. He had discovered a taste for fucking men whilst in the army. He was undecided whether he preferred men or women. Gina certainly pushed all his buttons but guys certainly gave better head, no contest.
Grant was woken from his daydream when there was a knock at the door. It was Jake, the new arrival to the Square. Grant had seen him the previous evening when the 6 foot hunk had come into the pub for a pint. He wasn't sure where the guy was from, he had an accent that he couldn't quite place. Definitely not a Londoner. But still, he was fit as fuck, with an amazing chest that rippled beneath the tight shirts he always wore.
"Can I help you, mate?", Grant barked roughly, not impressed.
"Hear you're looking for bar staff", came the response.
Grant nodded gruffly in reply. Jake's cock swelled in his jeans.
After a brief chat about Jake's bar work experience, Grant found himself considering the merits of another bloke behind the bar. True, barmaids did provide eye candy but he was desperate. And he was the boss. And fancied Jake like fuck. And so Jake found himself with a job.
What Grant hadn't picked up on was that Jake was gay. 6 ft, shaved head just like Grant, muscles that bulged permanently. And constantly H-O-R-N-Y.
That evening was Jake's first night at the Vic. During the shift, Grant had glanced across at his new barman and felt the familiar twitch in his boxer shorts that meant his jeans would soon become that little bit tighter. He fancied Jake, wanted to fuck him and that he would do. He was, after all, the boss.
The last customer had left and the two horny studs were left in the bar. Jake had looking particularly sexy that evening, wearing a tight light blue shirt, one that clung to the spectacular wall of muscle that was his pecs and abs, while Grant was wearing a pair of blue jeans that clung to his arse and thighs like a second skin and a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his hairy chest
Grant asked Jake if he fancied a pint. The two men were stood up, propping up the bar when Grant, unable to resist the sexy younger man, kissed Jake. To his astonishment, there was no resistance and before too long the two men were locked in a passionate embrace, their tongues massaging each other, slowly at first but then with increasing desire, lust, the sexual energy between the two men unbelievably heightened.
Grant was the first to break off from their bout of tonsil hockey. Looking in Jake's eyes, he saw lust, lust and more lust. As if he needed any hints, at this point Jake took Grant's massive calloused hands, placing his new employer's hand against his burning groin. Grant could feel the throbbing cock, pulsing with blood, engorged and phallic.
"If you want my body, Jake, fucking come and get me", Grant taunted. On that note, Jake tossed off his shirt, exposing a pair of very respectable hairless pecs, topped up by a pair of pert nipples that would soon be desperate for attention. He jumped up and onto Grant. He threw him onto the pub floor carpet, ravaging his boss' mouth expertly, exploring every inch of the warm cavern, wondering what it would be like to have Grant's dick exploring the dick that was now threatening to burst upon his jeans.
Jake tried in vain to get Grant's t-shirt off him, but it was too tight. Frustrated, he thought he would have to give when Grant said "mate, just do what you have to do, but just get the FUCKING thing off!". At which point Jake took the black tee in his hands and RIPPPPPPPPED the material in two, exposing Grant's hairy forest of chest hair and his sexy chest.
Getting to work, Jake kissing his way through the chest hair, covering probably every single hair of his boss' chest with his sexy expert, long since deprived tongue. It had been so long since he'd been with a sexy man like Grant and he WANTED this so badly. Reaching the older man's nipples, and upon hearing his moans of desire, lust and wantonness, Jake fixed his mouth on his right one, flicking it with his tongue, circling round the base and ever so gently biting it.
Grant got up and afforded Jake's chest the same treatment, kissing down the cavern between his pecs, licking and caressing his by now erect nipples. Unlike Jake he didn't stop there though. He kissed down the younger man's stomach, down to the top of his jeans.
Kissing the outline of Jake's now throbbing erection through the front of his jeans, Grant soon had his barman moaning uncontrollably. Jake had never been a moaner in his life but he had the distinct impression that this would change tonight. Stroking Grant's head, moaning his name, he begged him not to stop. Grant moaned up at Jake, teasing him and rubbing his cock through his own jeans.
Finally Grant gave in. Unbuttoning Jake's jeans he was very pleasantly surprised with what he saw. Out popped a very respectable specimen in both length and girth and a lightly trimmed dark brown bush. And a pair of by now very swollen balls.
Running his tongue around Jake's cockhead, slurping up his tasty precum, Grant concentrated on bringing his young barman closer and closer to the edge, sensing from his moans that the time had come for some serious fucking.
Grant stood up and Jake sat down on the bar stool. As the cockney landlord removed his jeans and boxers, Jake saw the effect that he had had on him. 8 inches of pure man meat, rising out from a veritable forest of pubes.
Jake couldn't wait any more. He had to have this beauty up his arse. He kneeled on the pub floor, looking behind him at Grant. He would not be disappointed. Within 5 seconds, Grant's expert tongue, the one that was usually reserved for eating pussy, was attacking Jake's arsehole like nobody's business. It was heaven.
Looking back at Grant and giving him the nod to show that it was okay, Jake prepared himself. Soon his man pussy was filled by the invasion of 8 inches of meat. He groaned "OOOOOH FUCK YES, GRANT, THAT'S IT MATE, YOU'RE THE BOSS, YOU SEXY FUCK, KEEP GOING!!!!!!!".
At the encouragement of his newly acquired bitch, the horny as fuck landlord continued thrusting, clenching his perfect arse muscles in time with Jake's sphincter muscle to encourage maximum sexual delight to both parties. Grant's thighs were taut as he hit Jake's g spot with increasing ferocity. Switching position so that he was holding Jake firm, he snaked his tongue into Jake's mouth, making them both moan in desire and ecstasy as they both reached their pre-orgasmic states. Reaching down, Grant roughly grabbed Jake's cock in one hand, wanking him hard and fast, milking him of his seed as he emptied his own balls inside Jake's waiting arse....
Hope you guys enjoyed this one. Let me know what you think. I always enjoy feedback, particularly when you tell me how much you come reading my stories!!! Possibly upcoming projects include: 1) Another rugby story: possibly a combination of England rugby and Dieux du Stade people 2) Something with the fit guys off Neighbours 3) A threesome involving Phil Olivier and 2 others - possibly Gary Lucy and another. Any suggestions? 4) Some fit guys off Hollyoaks - either Jake Dean and/or Russ Owen - any other suggestions?
Cheers and Happy New Year to all!