It's early morning on the Square and Mick stands in the doorway of the pub having a fag, wearing only his wife Linda's pink dressing gown and a pair of tiny black briefs. The robe is loosely fastened - his hairy chest and legs are clearly visible.
Martin Fowler is setting up his fruit n veg stall for the day.
"Alright me ol' china?" Mick nods in his direction as he takes a drag on the cig.
"Morning mate." Martin smirks.
"What's that look on your boat?" Mick asks, as Martin smirks.
"Dunno what your on about Mick mate." He smirks.
Mick ignores him and continues his fag.
"Good game the other night." Mick says, making small talk.
"Quality, mate, quality!" Martin adds.
"No Kush this morning, na?" Mick asks, noticing Kush's usual pitch on the market empty.
"No mate." Martin smirks. "I fink your little session the other day has worn him out. I ain't seen him since."
Mick panics. "Wh-wh-what you on abaht you melt?"
"Come off it Mick, I heard ya mate. You got caught red handed, you filthy set of cunts!" Martin laughs.
Mick takes another drag of his cig and then throws it into the road. He walks over to Martin. "Look, Mart..."
"Go on then." Martin interrupts. "Who was she? Cos I have bet ya a tonne it was Linda. Two blokes at once, she's a dark horse your missus mate!" Martin says, punching Mick's arm in banter.
"Facking hell yeah, game as a badger my L. She's a right norty sort." Mick lies. "Keep it on the down low, though, yeah? Cos she would be wearing my bollocks for earrings if she facking found out I'd been talking about her."
"Don't worry mate, your secret's safe with me!" Martin laughs. "Might even have to pop along myself next time, my right hand ain't really cutting it if ya know what I mean mate."
"Course mate, I'll keep ya in mind! Ta ta." Mick breathes a sigh of relief as he heads back into the pub.
"Michael Carter?" The postman stops him on the doorstep. "Sign here for me please mate."
Mick scribbles his signature and then takes the parcel. He smirks to himself as he heads inside. Mick runs upstairs.
"L, I'm going in the shower baby." Mick shouts to his wife and then goes into the bathroom.
Mick locks the door and drops the robe, standing in his tight briefs rubbing his growing bulge through the fabric with one hand whilst he opens the parcel with his other.
Mick rips open the box and smirks to himself as he looks at his new toy - a ten inch dildo. Mick's hole twitches as he prepares for a ride on his new toy...
In the Arches, Keanu Taylor is bent over a car bonnet, his back to the door, as he fixes a motor.
Ben Mitchell sneaks up on the mechanic and stands admiring the view from a far. He checks out the hunks meaty arse through the fabric of his overalls, licking his lips at the thought.
Ben silently walks up behind Keanu and gives him a hard smack on the arse.
"Fuck off!" A startled Keanu shouts as he jumps up, nearly banging his head on the bonnet as he does.
"That ain't very nice, is it? Then again, I bet your Mum couldn't teach all her kids manners... it would take her too long. How many of you is there again?" Ben smirks.
"What do you want, Ben, I'm working." Keanu snaps.
"You know what I want Keanu, I told you the other day." Ben says, cracking his knuckles. "Ten grand... or I tell my Dad what you've been getting up to with his missus."
Keanu squirms. "I ain't got that sort of money Ben, you know I don't, you pay my wages!"
"Not for much longer I don't mate, cos if my Dad finds out what you and Sharon have been up to he's gonna do a lot worse than give you a smack on the arse." Ben says, squaring up to him. "Now get me my money... and fast, tock's ticking."
He turns to leave.
"Ben... wait... there's got to be another way..." Keanu pleads.
"I'm listening." Ben says, folding his arms.
"What if..." Keanu begins to say. "Na, forget it. You'll get your money."
"Go on mate, you've got me intrigued."
"I know you want me Ben. I've seen the way you look at me." Keanu says.
"Proper love yourself, don't ya?" Ben laughs.
"Don't deny it Ben... we both know it's true. If you promise not to tell your Dad... what if.. you and me.. you know..." Keanu fumbles as he speaks.
"What if we...?" Ben smirks.
"You know what I mean, Ben."
"I want you to say it." Ben insists. "What if we... what?" "Fuck." Keanu says reluctantly. "Will you keep quiet if I fuck you?"
Ben laughs. He can tell that Keanu is desperate from his red cheeks and the look in his eyes.
"Okay." Ben agrees. "But if we're gonna do this, we do it properly."
"Properly?" Keanu asks.
"The Prince Albert. Tonight. 8PM. Don't be late." Ben says. "Oh, and have a shower first and put a nice shirt on mate. Chav... ain't really my favourite smell."
Ben walks away.
Keanu punches the wall in the Arches in anger as he realises what he's just agreed to.
Mick bites down on his briefs to stifle a moan as he feels the dildo entering his hole for the first time. He's knelt on all fours with the toy stuck to the tiled wall in the bathroom as he edges himself back slowly onto the silicone schlong.
His own erect dick is touching the floor - his nine incher was solid as he felt the toy invade his arsehole.
He pushes himself further back onto the dildo, taking more and more inside of him and walking as he does so.
Mick slobbers all over his briefs as he shoves them in his mouth, nearly moaning as the inches push further and further.
He gets into a rhythm as he begins to fuck himself with the toy whilst wanking violently, ever since he got drilled by Kush he has find himself constantly horny.
Mick strokes his dick whilst he pleasures his hole with the ten inch toy - thoughts of several blokes on the Square run through his head. He keeps thinking of how cocky Martin was early and how disrespectful he was about Linda. Any other bloke would be fuming but Mick is just horny at the thought and is desperate for a fucking from the Fowler bloke.
Mick wanks harder and harder as he fucks himself, he feels the cold tile against his hairy arse cheeks and realises he's got the entire ten inches of thick meat inside him.
"Faaaccking helll..." He moans quietly as he takes the toy whole.
There is a knock on the door. Mick bites his knuckles in panic as he tries to stay silent.
"Mick, I'm going up West with Sharon. Can you help Tracey downstairs when you're done?" She shouts through the door.
"Okay L, cya later babe!" Mick shouts back.
He listens to her footsteps as she leaves, waiting until he hears the door close downstairs. He pulls his toy from the wall and then makes the short walk from the bathroom to their bedroom naked - his erect dick leaking precum on the carpet.
Mick lays down on the bed with his legs in the air. His arsehole is gaping - the tench inch dildo has stretched his hole - and he spits on his toy. He begins fucking himself again with the dildo, faster and harder this time.
"Uhhh. facking helll... fack me... " Mick moans loudly as he pushes the toy further in.
Mick lays back and closes his eyes as he continues to drill his hole. He fucks himself deeply with the toy, moaning loudly as it stabs his shitter.
After feeding his hole for a few minutes more Mick can feel his balls tingling as he gets closer to spunking.
He removes the toy from his arse and stands up, heading to his bedroom window.
Mick stands and pervs out the window on Martin - who is going about his day to day life on the market just serving punter, unaware he is being watched from above. Mick beats his dick as he stares at Martin below.
"Facking sexy cunt, I want you to facking pound my arsehole. We'll see how facking straight you are then." Mick moans under his breath as he wanks.
Mick moans as he continues to jerk over his neighbour, imagining himself being fucked senseless by Martin.
"Uhh.. shit... fack yeah." He moans, his wrist aching as he strokes hard and fast.
Mick's whole body goes tense as a euphoric sensation goes through his body.
He stares at Martin as he wanks, faster than ever now...
"Fack yeah Martin, git your big cock inside my fag hole." Mick moans as he fantasises.
Mick fires six loads of cum all over his window as his balls erupt over the thought of being drilled by Martin, his spunk coating the glass. "Facking hell." Mick moans as he releases his load.
Mick continues wanking and shakes the last few drops of splooge off his foreskin. He looks at the mess on the window.
"Dad..." Lee Carter says, standing in the doorway with his bag on the floor in front of him. "What the fuck?"
Mick turns around to find his son standing in front of him, the dildo still on the bed, whilst he stands naked having just spunked over the thought of one of the neighbours pounding him.
Lee can't believe what he's just witnessed as he stares up and down at his naked hairy father, whose dick is still rock solid.
"Alright son." Mick says, awkwardly having been caught in the act.