STE AND RHYS
Things were getting interesting for Ste. He pondered how crazy his life had been these past of weeks. Who'd have thought that the Ste Hay of a few years ago would turn out to be quite the gay stud. Ste didn't even realise he was gay until he was like 18, and he'd not exactly be inuadated with offers since he had come out as gay. Yet, somehow in the past couple of week's he'd not only been fucked by Dodger Savage, had fucked Bart McQueen and Rob Edwards and had given Riley a blowjob. And as he sat on the airplane en route to Magaluf with a few of his Hollyoaks buddies, he realised that he wouldn't actually change anything. Sure, he might get a reputation of being a whore. But at least he'd have a reputation. And that was something that, despite years of trying, had not happened. At school, he'd always acted like he ruled it. But the truth was, he was hated. So Ste looked at this way- at least shagging all these random guys, although not exactly what God would have wanted for him, at least he was getting some attention. And Ste had come to realise that sex was awesome. But it'd been nearly 2 weeks since his encounter with Rob and Scott, and Ste was basically gagging for some attention. And God help if he didn't get his rocks off in Magaluf at least once.
Ste had been invited to the wedding of Justin Burton, his Hollyoaks friend and some girl called Stephanie. He'd recieved the invitation in the post last week with tickets for the airplane journey and hotel details. And during the week he'd found out that several of other Hollyoaks lads had recieved the same invitations. So here Ste sat on a flight to Magaluf with Rhys Ashworth, Darren Osbourne, Tony Hutchinson and Lee Hunter. Not much was known about Justin's girlfriend other then her name and the fact she was actually quite loaded. Boy had done well for himself apparently. They'd be arriving on the Monday, on the Tuesday would be Justin's stag do and on the Wednesday Justin would be taking Stephanie up the aisle- so to speak.
The flight wasn't a major one. Ste had never been on a plane and a mixture of nerves and anticipation soon took over his body. He was excited because, damn, it was his first holiday and it was going to be in Magaluf aka Shagaluf. He would miss his kids, terribly, but knew they were in safe hands with Amy who pratically forced him to board the plane. Ste just knew she wanted some timy alone with new boyfriend Ally though, and she couldn't blame him. That dude was buff! Atta girl, she was lucky.
Ste was sat at the end of the row, with Rhys Ashworth in the middle. Some old dude who stunk of garlic was sat next to Rhys. Tony, Darren and Lee were a few seats behind, having been given different seating. He'd never spent much time with Rhys, and didn't really speak to him unless he needed too. He found the guy to be somewhat of an engima. He was married to Jacqui McQueen and was a fucking McQueen by marriage for fucks sake, but he didn't really seem all that 'bothered' and he'd never seen him actually kissing Jacqui. But maybe he just didn't do the lovey-dovey shit in public- and for that, Ste couldn't blame him.
They were soon in the air, and were allowed out of their seats once the plane had reached a certain altitude. Ste was gasping for some vodka and was hoping the trolley dolleys would have some on their trays they would be pushing through. Rhys hadn't bought any on the plane with him, for fear of being caught. Rhys was busy playing with his mobile, whilst Ste picked up his rucksack and pulled out his magazine. It was a car magazine and was off no signifcance for him at all, but it was all they had left in the shop. Ste had a feeling that he'd be pretty bored of it after like 2 minutes. He didn't know jack shit about cars!
Suddenly, his mobile pinged and he was relucant to see who had texted him. It would probably be Amy to doubly check he had 100% got on the plane so she could start some kinky shit with Ally whilst his kids slept in the next room. Nice. Picking out of his phone from his jacket, which he'd now taken off because this plane was fucking scorching, and opened the text.
It was, strangely, from Rhys.
"Airplanes make me horny" was all the text said. And it was pretty much all that needed to be said for his own shorts to immediatly tense up with the slight beginnings of arousal. What the fuck? Was Rhys on some wind up mission or something! And what the fuck was with the texting, Rhys was sat right next to him.
Ste pondered for a moment, not really a clue how to respond with that. If Rhys was having a joke with him, then he didn't want to seem like the type of guy who couldn't handle a joke. But then again, if Rhys was being serious, he would seriously start to wonder if the guys of Hollyoaks had been drugged with the gay gene or something. Because, damn, Ste would be fucking busy if he had to have sexual relations with every single guy of Hollyoaks. So he settled on a rather boring reply, which was "Go toss one out then, loser".
Ste wasn't looking at Rhys's face. He absolutely refused to look at his face because he didn't want to see what kind of emotion the Ashworth lad had on. It took about half a minute for Ste's phone to ping again, signifying Rhys's response.
"Now that would be boring, wouldn't it?" was all the simple text had written on it and Ste laughed to himself for a second before quickly typing out a response to the married lad who sat beside him.
"What do you suggest then Ashworth?" was Ste's sassy reply which was sure to get some sort of response to Rhys, who hated people backchatting him. Yet it was perfectly fine for him to backchat someone. Funny how people work, init?. Ste pretended to be engrossed in the magazine, but had no fucking idea what any of it said. It might aswell have been in a foriegn language or something. What the fuck was a fucking break drum? It took a while longer for Rhys to respond to his bitchy sounding text, but alas the lad didn't let him down and Ste's phone was soon pinging with a textual message.
"That u stop pretendin to read dat magazine and do something useful with a particular body part of urs". And Ste had an idea where this was going, and damn, his shorts were getting tighter at the thought of wrapping his mouth around Rhys's tool. But he also wanted to play it cool, and yeah, he might have been turning into some sort of slut that BelAmi would be proud of, but he didn't want anyone else to know that. He quite liked the idea of people thinking he was prudish, only to be blown away by his sheer sexual magnetism. Ste quickly typed a response, put his phone down next to the magazine and continued to pretend to be interested in the jibber jabber that was the magazine.
"And what body part would that be, Ashworth? My feet..?". He didn't have to wait for long for Rhys's reply to that, and he could hear the quiet sigh that Rhys made as he typed a quick response. Only, it wasn't a quick response and it was another half minute before Ste got a reply. But before he could pick up his phone, Rhys had stood up and deliberatly rubbed his hand against his groin as he made his way out of the seating area and began walking somewhere. Quickly picking up his phone, he opened the text that Rhys had replied.
"Fuck this. I'm horny and if you want in, I'm gonna be in the toilet. If your not there in 5, I'll start without you..".
And holy fucking shit, Ste nearly came on the spot.
Ste didn't even have to think about it, as he stood up and placed his rucksack on his seat. He wasn't going to miss out on that shit, not for noone. Walking through the aisle, Ste had a strange feeling that people were staring at him, but as he looked at a woman who was engroosed in a beauty magazine, he realised he was being paranoid. But then a thought struck him, and it was really horrendous at how aroused it made him feel, what if they did get caught? Who knew that Ste Hay would be into dangerous shit. And this was different from his encounter in the park with Dodger, because they were merely feet away from other people. And for some strange reason, it appealed to him. Perhaps too much.
Arriving at the toilet, he knocked on the door and didn't dare turn around for fear of being stopped. The door swung open and Ste let himself him, not daring too look at Rhys until he sure that the door was shut and sufficiently locked. When he was convinced it was, he turned around and saw Rhys sitting on the toilet, his trousers and boxers around his ankles, and his impressive tool standing out, just craving to be touched.
"Took your time" Rhys said as Ste continued to ogle at Rhys's dick. It wasn't exactly a big dick, he'd seen loads that had been bigger. Hell, he had a bigger one that was currently begging to released from his suddenly really tight shorts. But the dick was gorgeous, around 6 inches long with an impressive set of balls just waiting to be put in Ste's mouth and treated like royalty, and a pink head that looked like it was ready to explode. Rhys stood up, pushed Ste up against the toilet wall and grabbed onto the bulge in Ste's shorts.
"Your not gay" was the only lame thing that Ste could think to say at that particualr moment, but Rhys didn't look put out by his comment at all.
"I know" Rhys replied as he continued to grope Ste's erection through his shorts "Impressive" he stated before he quickly pulled down Ste's shorts, he was commando underneath, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Rhys. "Dirty slut" Rhys grinned "Half naked already, just waiting for release, init".
Rhys held onto Ste's 9 inch dick and stroked it fast. Ste returned the favour, holding onto Rhys's own tool and stroking it at a fast pace. It didn't take long for Rhys to become a stuttering mess, and after about 5 or 6 strokes, Rhys let out a load groan as he let go of Ste's dick to push against the wall. Ste's hand continued to pleasurely masturbate his dick as he shot out a very impressive shot of spunk all up Ste's bare chest. Luckily, Ste knew what was about to happen and grabbed his top off. Looking down at his cum covered skinny chest, Ste teasingly wiped his finger in Rhys's hot, sticky cum and seductiely sucked said finger.
"That was quick" was all Ste could say
"Fuck" Rhys groaned, still recovering from his hard and fast climax. "It's been too long".
"Since you last spunked?"
"Eight weeks"
"Fuck me"
"That's the plan".
Rhys quickly recovered, and removed his own t-shirt which was now dripping with sweat following his tense orgasm.
Ste, taking note of Rhys's shaven but toned chest, took control and pushed Rhys up against the wall, seizing his neck and sucking it. Rhys didn't push him away, the fact that Ste was marking his terroity on his neck was fucking arousing and it didn't take long for Rhys to be hard as nails again. Ste finished marking Rhys's neck when he was certain that a lovebite would appear soon, and worked his way down Rhys's chest, taking the dude's nipples into his mouth and getting a satisfied sigh from the married lad. But Rhys couldn't have this, he needed to cum again and he wanted to be inside Ste when he did.
"So" Ste said, as he finished sucking on Rhys's nipple and looked at the man. He never really noticied before, but Rhys was handsome. He was definetly more handsome then buff, but that was good. That was more then good, that was better. You didn't have to have a body like Dodger's or a dick like Brendan's to be sexy. Rhys was sexy and he didn't even try to be. That was fucking appealing. And damn, Ste could work with him. "Gonna fuck me now?"
Rhys grinned, and leaned forward and grabbed Ste into a passionate kiss that Ste could only assume was his answer. As Rhys's tounge traced along his own, the Ashworth lad grabbed Ste's dick and slowly stroked it, making it harder then it already was. Ste didn't know how that was possible. He pulled away from the kiss, his lips red and swollen from the passionate kiss, and sat down on the toilet seat, his dick poking up, waiting for Ste's arse to wrap around it. Who was Ste to deny a beautiful thing what it craved?
Straddling Rhys's legs, the dad of 2 leaned forward and pressed a small kiss upon Rhys's lips, as he slowly pulled himself down until he could feel the head of Rhys's tool poking at his entrance. Sighing with contentment, Rhys pulled the lad into a deeper kiss as Ste slowly lowered himself further down onto Rhys's willing meat. The kiss got deeper, hotter and wetter as Ste's arse got used to Rhys's dick, and soon he could feel his arse wrapping around the dick, and groaned with pleasure at the feeling.
Rhys thrust hard. And Ste knew this wasn't going to be a slow fuck. Rhys meant business and he wanted to cum again. Another thrust, and Ste couldn't help but let out a loud groan as his arse gripped onto Rhys' dick, allowing the lad to fuck his arse even harder. Rhys pulled Ste towards him again, as sweat trickled down the pair of them, and kissed him hard, stopping him from alerting the whole plane that he was being buggered. Rhys's hands wrapped itself around the ginormous length of Ste's cock and he fastly began to wank the meat as he continued to thrust harder and faster into Ste's willing and tight arse. The lad was making noises that were so fucking hot they should be illegal and Rhys couldn't help but care if they were caught, because at this moment, with his dick up Ste's beautiful arse and Ste making them noises, there was nothing else to fucking care about.
Ste began welping loudly so Rhys placed his hand in Ste's mouth, he bit down into the hand which was painful but somewhat horny as Rhys thrust harder still, his hips moving at a very rapid pace as his dick continued to punish and pleasure Ste's backside.
Rhy's other hand was wanking the whole length of Ste's cock, so fast that his wrist was beginning to hurt, and when Ste bit down hard onto Rhys's hand, Rhys knew that Ste was about to cum. He pulled his hand out of Ste's mouth and allowed to lad to cum without being stopped. Hell, the noises that Ste was making were so fucking horny that Rhys couldn't care. Ste's pink dick shot out an impressive load of spunk which hit Rhys's chest, making him flinch slighty as the warm spunk continued to hit him. Rhys continued to ram into Ste's arse, and Ste continued to shoot, clearly enjoying his pounding at the hands of Rhys.
Ste was spent and could fucking sleep for hours. But Rhys was about to cum. And Ste was feeling fucking daring.
"Cum on my face" was the breathless demand that Ste had and Rhys could only abige to the cutie. Cutie? He was whipped. Rhys stood up and Ste took the vacant seat and could feel the sweat from Rhys's arsecheeks on said seat, and it took Rhys just 5 strokes to shoot out his 2nd generous load of cum, hitting Ste square on the face and making the lad groan with pleasure. Rhys continued to milk his dick, as Ste leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around Rhys's abandned balls, and hell, that made Rhys cum even more and this time the spunk hit the wall of the toilets.
"Holy shit" Rhys groaned as he collapsed on top of Ste. The pair looked at each other, and laughed. Laughed! Before Ste leaned forward and kissed the lad on the lips. "Thank you" Rhys replied.
Ste grinned. "It was my pleasure".
And he wasn't lying.