Keanu stands outside the Prince Albert wearing a pale blue shirt and a tight pair of jeans. He looks at the time on his phone, 8:05, and wonders if all of this was a wind up by Ben. He's nervous as he stands and waits with his hands in his pockets, trying to look casual as streams of gay couples walk past him as they flock to the bar.
Keanu waits for a few minutes longer. He considers giving up and going home.
"Not bad." Ben says, checking out Keanu as he approaches from the shadows. "You scrub up well Keanu mate, almost didn't recognise ya for a second."
"I thought we said eight?" Keanu complains.
"Good things come to those who wait." Ben smirks, licking his lips.
"Let's just get this over with." Keanu sighs, beginning to head in side.
"Oi." Ben says. "Take my hand."
"Fuck off Ben." Keanu laughs. "We ain't actually a couple, remember."
"If we're going to do this mate, we're doing it properly. And I want you to hold my hand." Ben says, extending it.
"Ben..." Keanu begins to complain.
"Or you know, I could just tell my Dad..." He smirks.
Keanu looks at Ben's outstretched hand for a moment and then sighs. He takes it, interlocking his fingers with the Mitchell lads.
"Wasn't hard, was it? Now I fancy a drink. On you, of course." Ben smirks.
Reluctantly an uncomfortable Keanu walks hand in hand with Ben into the crowded bar. As the two blokes make their way through the crowd, Ben reveals in the moment as Keanu takes him by the hand.
"What you havin'?" Keanu asks as they reach the bar.
"I'll have a beer. Oh, and finking about it I also fancy a shot."
"Two bottles of beer and five shots of tequila please, mate." Keanu shouts to the bar man over the music.
As the barman gets their drinks the two blokes stand hand in hand, Keanu's palms sweating uncomfortably. Keanu keeps looking over his shoulder - sure someone he knows will see them.
"This your boyfriend." A drunken gay asks Ben, stumbling as he checks out Keanu.
"Yeah mate." Ben laughs.
"Shame, I wouldn't have minded a go on him myself." The gay slurs as he presses up against Keanu.
Keanu can feel his blood boiling. "Yeah well... like he says, I'm taken."
"We'll let you know if we want a third though, won't we babe?" Ben smirks as he squeezes Keanu's arm through his shirt, feeling his muscles.
"Sure." Keanu agrees reluctantly.
The gay dances off, and Keanu pays for the drinks.
"Cheers." Ben says, raising one of the shot glasses.
"Cheers." Keanu says, the clink glasses before both doing a shot.
Ben takes the shot easily whilst Keanu winces as it hits the back of his throat.
"Come on mate, it ain't that bad. What are ya, a man or a mouse?" Ben smirks.
"D'ya wanna go sit down?" Keanu asks.
"Na. I wanna dance."
"I don't dance, Ben."
"You do tonight mate." Ben says, taking Keanu to the dancefloor.
Ben dances confidently whilst Keanu awkwardly stands watching, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his beer bottle.
"Come on babe, loosen up!" Ben says, grabbing Keanu's hand and forcing him into dancing with him.
Keanu is uncomfortable but forces a smile, very aware that everyone seems to be watching them.
***** Mick is serving downstairs in the bar of the pub when he hears the back door swing open and his son Lee storm upstairs.
Lee had done a runner after catching his Dad in the act earlier and now he was back, Mick knew it was time to face the music.
"Trace, you're alright on your own for a minute aren't ya?"
She nods, and Mick heads upstairs to find his son in the kitchen.
"Alright son." Mick says, putting his hand on Lee's shoulder.
Lee flinches. "Don't..." Lee shouts. "Don't touch me... you're disgusting."
"Come on boy..." Mick begins to explain.
"You're bent!" Lee exclaims. "Well, at least now I know where Johnny gets it from."
"I ain't facking bent son, you've got it wrong."
"I heard ya! You're fucking vile."
"Look Lee, I'm sorry that you saw me with me corey out having an old Tommy Tank... no kid should have to see that, I'm sorry, but you've got it wrong son."
"You was begging Martin Fowler to fuck you!" Lee shouts.
Mick laughs. "Facking hell boy, you off your meds again? Fink you must be hearing fings." He lies.
Lee looks disgusted. "And the dildo on the bed..."
"It's your muvvas." Mick lies.
"Ugh, I feel sick." Lee complains.
"Look son, you really wanna know what I was finking of? I was finking of Martin and L, together."
"What?" Lee says shocked.
"I facking know it ain't right but... cuckolded husband, sharing your muvva wiv over blokes... it gets me facking horny." Mick fumbles his way through his lie.
"So what I overheard..."
"It was a fantasy! Martin and your Muvva. Come on son, I've got four facking kids! I ain't bent." Mick laughs.
"Alright, I believe ya." Lee sighs. "I ain't happy but, I believe ya."
"We sweet, yeah, son?" Mick asks.
Lee nods.
"Good boy." Mick smiles. "Now come give your old man a hug."
Lee hugs Mick, and Mick looks relieved, unsure how he has managed to lie his way out of it for the second time today.
Martin and now Lee... Mick smirks to himself as he realises that he must be a better liar than he thought.
***** "I don't know how you do it mate!" Keanu laughs, he has loosened up a bit as the beer goes to his head. "I fought I was fit but... you don't stop! I'm sweatin'." Keanu sits down, out of breath after hours of dancing with Ben. He has relaxed slightly.
"You know me mate, full of natural energy." Ben smirks.
"That's what you call it, eh?" Keanu laughs.
"Oi, hotty at eleven o'clock." Ben laughs, pointing out a hunk to Keanu.
Keanu looks blankly.
"Come on mate, you've got to admit he's fit..." Ben laughs.
"I ain't gay remember!" Keanu argues.
"I ain't straight but I can acknowledge a good rack when I see one mate." Ben argues back.
"He's too pretty, he ain't a real man!" Keanu remarks.
"Is that what you like is it? A real man?" Ben purrs. "Go on, who is the fittest bloke in here?"
"I don't know!" Keanu laughs.
"Yes you do, come on." Ben teases. "I won't tell him!"
Keanu scours the crowd. "Him, over there."
Ben looks over. "HIM!?" He scoffs. "Mate, straight blokes really are tasteless."
Keanu holds his hands up in defence of himself and laughs. "Who would you say then?"
Ben thinks for a second. "You."
"Fuck off." Keanu laughs.
"I'm being serious mate. All these twinks and muscle maries... you're better than them all." He purrs. "Kiss me."
Keanu is taken aback. "Ben, mate... no..." He says.
"Come on, no one's looking." Ben insists. "I want you to kiss me, Keanu."
Keanu can feel a lump form in his throat. Reluctantly, he closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss with Ben. Their lips collide and Keanu recoils as he feels the unfamiliar feeling of a blokes stubble against his chin.
Ben bites down on Keanu's juicy bottom lip. After a few more seconds of uncomfortable lip locking, Keanu puts his hand on Ben's chest and pushes him away.
"This... this ain't right, Ben." Keanu complains. "I'm wiv your sister, I love Lou!"
"Didn't stop you fucking her stepmother though, did it?" Ben snaps. "Come on Keanu, I thought you loved keeping it in the family mate. You've already slept with Sharon, sleeping with her brother ain't gonna change anything is it?"
Keanu sighs. "I should go."
"Shh." Ben says, leaning in for another kiss. Keanu is reluctant again to begin with as Ben's stubble scratches against his chin whilst they kiss but he soon finds himself becoming more responsive, and their kissing becomes more passionate as Ben slips his tongue into Keanu's mouth. The two explore each other's mouths with their tongues, snogging passionately.
Ben gropes Keanu's muscular thigh with his hand whilst they smooch.
"Come on, let's go to the car lot." Ben says, breaking off the kiss.
"The car lot?" Keanu asks.
"Unless you wanna go wake Lou up and ask her if she minds clearing off so we can shag in her bed?" Ben laughs.
"What about your place?"
"I don't fink Callum would be impressed." Ben laughs. "Come on."
Ben leaves eagerly and a reluctant Keanu sighs, and then follows behind.
**** Kush sits naked on the sofa in No. 31 Albert Square, the curtains drawn, as he plays with his semi-flaccid cut Asian beauty.
Kush lays on the sofa attempting to get himself hard whilst he scrolls on his phone through a porn site, trying to find a video to fap to. Despite looking at several clips none of them seem to be doing anything for him - he browses his usual favourite categories MILF and big tits to no avail.
His dick remains semi erect. Horny, and with none of the usual favourites doing it for him, Kush makes a reluctant decision.
For the first time in his life Kush selects the gay catergory of the site.
The page loads and brings up hundreds of thumbnails of blokes getting fucked, sucking cocks and rimming arseholes. Kush opens his eyes wider as he takes in the whole new world of gay porn in front of him.
Driven by intrigue Kush selects the DILF catergory of the site, inspired by his recent encounter with Mick, and browses the selection of videos on offer.
His cock gets stiffer and stiffer as he browses and it doesn't take him long to find a video of a hairy DILF getting fucked - the memories of fucking Mick come flooding back to him.
Kush's cut cock is now rock solid and stands to attention at seven inches, he's too horny to be ashamed as he begins to wank his erection over the video.
Kush strokes his big cock whilst he watches the DILF get pounded, his dick leaking precum as he beats his meat.
"Fucking hell." Kush moans under his breath as he wanks aggressively, pounding his cock hard with his hand as he enjoys his new found love for blokes.
He works up a sweat as he continues to stroke his cut dick over the video, he finds himself hornier than ever as he watches.
Kush feels himself getting close to cumming and he wanks harder than ever as he drools over the video of the two blokes shagging.
"Fuckkk..." He moans as his dick erupts like a volcano, one particularly aggressive eruptions sends his splooge firing high and landing on his beard and chin.
Kush lays and catches his breath as he lets the huge puddle of cum run down his belly.
The doorbell rings. Kush lays silently for a moment.
"Kush mate, you in there?" Martin shouts through the letterbox.
"Shit." Kush thinks.
He quickly grabs the throw of the sofa and uses it as a cumrag, wiping up his load as best as he can. He wraps the throw around his waist - his hard cock causing the throw to tent - and looks at himself in the mirror.
He ruffles his hair and wipes the sweat from his brow, and then spots the cum dribbling down his chin.
Kush, without thinking, sticks his tongue out and licks the cum up. The unusual salty taste of his own seed hits his tastebuds - Kush finds himself disgusted at first but quickly begins to enjoy the tang.
"Alright Mart." Kush smiles, partially opening the door.
"Kush, mate!" Martin grins back. "Thought you'd died mate. Ain't heard from you for days!"
"I ain't been feeling well." Kush lies. In reality he'd not dared go outside after his fuckfest with Mick in fear that the person who'd heard them said anything. "Now ain't a good time, mate."
Martin ignores him and pushes his way into the house.
He enters the darkened living room and turns the light on.
"Fucking hell mate!" Martin exclaims, catching sight of Kush's tenting cock - his erection barely hidden by the cum stained throw. "You're a dark horse, ain't ya!"
"Like I said mate... now ain't a good time." Kush smiles awkwardly.
"Come on mate, who is it this time?" Martin asks, punching Kush jokingly in the arm.
"You don't know her." Kush lies.
"Bollocks. You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me if I didn't!" Martin retorts. "Come on mate, I ain't gonna reveal your naughty secret... I know it ain't Mick and Linda cos I've just been in the Vic so who else you got on the side?"
Kush looks confused. "Mick and Linda?" He asks.
"You don't have to lie to me mate." Martin reassures him. "I heard you and Mick the other day... Mick's told me all about your naughty threesome!"
"Has he now?" Kush says.
"Mate, I am impressed! Linda's a dirty dog, ain't she! What was it then... one in the mouth and one in the cunt or...?" Martin wonders.
"Yeah, somefink like that." Kush laughs. "Mart, mate, if you don't mind I'm sort of in the middle of somefink here..." He adds.
"Say no more mate, you dirty bastard!" He laughs. "If Mick ain't game and your looking for another bloke to fuck some bird wiv you know where I am, yeah?" Martin smirks and then leaves.
Kush breathes a sigh of relief. ****
In the car lot, Ben is laying with his back on the desk whilst Keanu is on top of him, the two blokes kissing wildly.
Ben moans as Keanu begins to kiss and bite his neck. Keanu removes Ben's t-shirt and tosses it aside, leaving the lad shirtless.
Keanu starts kissing Ben's neck and chest again.
The two blokes kiss and as they do so, Ben starts to unbutton Keanu's shirt slowly. They tongue fuck each other's mouths, both horny as fuck.
The last button comes undone and Keanu's shirt opens to reveal his washboard abs and pert pecs.
Ben rubs his hands all over Keanu's torso and begins to worship Keanu's erect nipples with his mouth, kissing and sucking and biting them.
"You're loving this, ain't ya?" Keanu moans, in Ben's ear
"You ain't taking much forcing yourself mate." Ben laughs.
"Shut up and suck my dick." Keanu instructs.
Ben licks his lips in anticipation as Keanu stands up and unbuckles his belt, Ben watches in awe as the Taylor lad pulls down his jeans revealing a pair of tight white Calvin Klein briefs. Keanu's erect cock was straining the fabric.
Without needing asking Ben drops to his knees. He looks up at the horny straight lad as he slowly pulls down his briefs, unleashing Kenau's thick uncut cock.
Keanu's dick slaps Ben in the face as it springs into action. Ben rubs his nose up and down the foreskin.
"Not bad... for a straight bloke." Ben said as he rubs the dick across his face.
"It ain't gonna suck itself mate." Keanu says impatiently. "Bossy little cunt ain't ya. I don't like being told what to do." Ben says.
"Come on Ben..." Keanu pleads, hornier than ever. "You know you want it."
Ben kisses the tip of Keanu's foreskin. "Na." He shakes his head. "I fink it's time you remembered who holds the cards mate."
Ben stands up and begins to remove his own jeans. "Come on Keanu, it ain't gonna suck itself..." Ben smirks.
Ben takes down his jeans and his underwear, revealing his own solid six inch boner. The two blokes stand naked in front of each other as they face off.
"I ain't sucking your dick mate, I ain't gay." Keanu protests.
"We'll see if Lou agrees with that when I tell her what we've been up to."
"As if Lou would believe you over me." Keanu argues.
"She don't have to believe me." Ben laughs. "Smile for the camera Keanu." Ben says, pointing to the CCTV camera in the corner of the office.
Keanu can feel his blood boiling as he realises he's been set up.
"Your a cunt!" Keanu shouts.
Ben laughs. "Let me tell you what we're gonna do. You're gonna suck my cock and then your gonna stick your dick inside me like the desperate little chav you are, and if you don't... well, my Dad finding out you've fucked his wife will be the least of your worries..."
Keanu stares at Ben, lost for words.
"Are we clear?" Ben asks.
Keanu nods helplessly.
"Good." Ben smirks. "Now get on your knees and suck my cock."
Keanu reluctantly drops to his knees and prepares to take his first ever dick in his mouth...