Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 00:31:33 -0400 From: Wana Max Subject: Gay celebrity Coronation Meat 8 See the first chapter for disclaimers, but to reiterate -- these characters and "Coronation Street" don't belong to me, they belong to ITV/Granada. This is only fiction, no bearing on any real life events. If you aren't 18 or older, or have a problem with gay sex or sexual themes, then don't read the story. I was very appreciative of the feedback for the last chapter. I am very grateful for all your suggestions. Since I know people probably don't want to read excessively long chapters, this chapter will only feature a few stories, but I hope to incorporate more of your ideas in future chapters. If a certain character isn't in this chapter they will be back at some point. Anything you have to say, let me know. 00 Joe McIntire could barely sleep from the events that had hit him like a sledgehammer. Not only his filthy toilet encounter with that little chav Gary Windass, but also the evidence delivered to his front door in some presumed blackmail attempt. Joe slept on the couch, so as not to disturb a peacefully sleeping Gail. He was also ashamed to admit that he'd kept a rock-hard cock when the memories of his pissing in Gary's smug face came flooding back to him. He'd shot several loads onto his stomach, the flannel shirt sleeve shoved into his mouth to quiet his moans. He showered and changed before David, Tina, or Gail woke up, but as he fixed his toast, and David wandered into the living room in his boxers and white tee shirt, Joe couldn't help staring at the young, messy-haired man. "I got something on me or something?" David sneered, scratching his chest and unwittingly exposing the smooth flesh around his stomach. "Um...no, sorry," Joe finished, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Part of him wondered if David had sent the blackmail attempt, or whatever it was, given his history of bad behavior. The other part, located between his legs, wondered if David would object if he sank his teeth into David's slight tummy. "Yeah, well, don't stare at me, alright? Creeps me out. Anyway, gotta go wake Tina up." Joe willed himself not to stare at David's tight little 18 year old bum in those baggy boxers. Fucking Gary Windass... 'What has he done to me?' Joe wondered. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed his coat and marched out the front door. 00 Gary, like David, was only in his boxer shorts, although he'd forgone the tee shirt. He lazily ran his hand over his taut torso as he let the rare sunny day wash over his bare skin. He was still amazed at what he'd gotten uptight daddy Joe to do for him and to him yesterday, but he was always horny for more. Just as he began to wonder what might happen next, he heard banging on the door. He ran to open it before the angry knocking woke his parents up. Joe stepped towards him menacingly. "I SAW WHAT YOU DID," Joe spat. "I'd hope so," Gary smirked, "unless you got some twin brother I don't know about." Joe lunged for Gary, grabbing him by the waist. Gary took the opportunity to smash his mouth against Joe's, his hands tight in Joe's short, spiky dark hair, Joe's denimed dick and Gary's boxered bulge straining for control just as Gary persuaded Joe's mouth open. Just as Joe began to get fully hard, Gary shoved him away. An embarrassed Joe fumed a bright red, snorting at the teenager's arrogance. "So now that we've got that out of the way, what the fuck are you doing here?" Joe calmed himself down. "I got a note last night, with part of my shirt sleeve, the shirt I put in the wastebin. Said it had seen what I'd done." Gary rubbed his slightly scruffy chin, looking pensive. "And you think I'm the guilty party." "Wouldn't be the first time," Joe sneered. "Maybe you just need money, or you wanna fuck with my head." Gary chuckled, running his hand down his chest, stopping at his treasure trail, knowing Joe was following every slight move south as his ginger forest of pubes threatened to peek out. "If I was gonna do that, I'd do it right to your face. Subtle I ain't." Joe, frustrated, had to concede that point. "Maybe you oughta look closer to home. David's pretty fucked in the head. Never taken a shine to Gail's men. May even want ya for himself. Can't say I'd blame him." Joe shook his head. "That's just..." He didn't know how to finish. "Maybe you'd even give him a helping hand. I'm sure you'd take him over your knee. Or me. Or us both." Joe glared at Gary. He tried to ignore the stirring in his jeans at the thought of putting his hands on Gary and David's firm eighteen year old cheeks. He had to get out of there. "I'm going now. Stay out of my way, Windass." Joe slammed the door on his way out, depriving Gary more opportunities for micktaking. Gary shoved his hand into his pants, wanking himself before the rest of the family were up. Joe had made him wonder just what David might be playing at. This called for some surveillance. 00 A few hours later, Gary saw David, after looking over his shoulder several times, get into his car. Gary took one of his uncle Len's cars, recently "acquired" from a mate desperate to pay his debts, and discreetly followed David on his way to a more rundown section of town. More sure of himself now, David strutted into a tatty apartment building. Gary, stocking cap disguising his fire engine hair, quietly trailed behind him. "Nice arse," Gary thought to himself. As David prepared to put the key in the lock of a front door, a voice bellowed from inside. "DOOR'S OPEN!!" David rushed inside, luckily for Gary not bothering to lock or even fully close it behind him. Gary caught his breath as he saw the naked form of Peter Barlow grab David in a warm embrace. A half-empty wine bottle was on a nearby table. Gary assumed Peter wasn't more drunk because he wanted to be able to perform. And he had quite a piece of performance art. 10 inches of heft, protruding crudely, towering over his slender body. No wonder Peter always seemed to score with the ladies. And more than the ladies, obviously. Peter pressed David's mouth to his tattoos, David licking and tasting each display of ink, lavishing particular attention to the black and purplish rose on his right shoulder and bicep. David's soft hands ran down Peter's concave chest. David looked so at peace. Considering daddy issues, that didn't surprise Gary. Gary pressed too close against the door, and a floorboard creaked. Peter's dark, deep brown eyes shot in Gary's direction. Gary was about to run for it when Peter put a hand to his lips. Gary stayed where he was, nervous yet unconsciously rubbing the bulge in his tight black jeans. "So, David, I'm gonna blindfold you, cause we've got a surprise guest. You alright with that?" David looked up at the taller, leaner, older man, finding reassurance in the sad smile and mischievous eyes. "Depends on who it is." Peter tut-tutted. "That's spoiling the fun, young man. I think you'll enjoy this. Just tell me what you want to do." David hesitated, but his instincts told him this was right. "OK." Peter grinned his cheshire grin, and leaned over to get his tie, his horse meat bobbing obscenely with each move. Once David's eyes were out of the picture, Peter summoned Gary into the room. Peter sat in a nearby chair, spreading his legs wide enough just to tease Gary with a glimpse at his inviting pucker. "So, David, I think you should undress our guest. Slowly." With slightly shaky hands, David pulled Gary's leather jacket off, and after patting his slight pecs, ripped Gary's blue button down shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. Gary was about to say something, but Peter put his finger to his lips again, sucking the long digit into his mouth, running it down his glistening chest and crotch, and then sliding it inside his hole. David, eager to learn the identity of his new friend, began to pull his makeshift blindfold off. Before he could, Gary grabbed his hands and pressed his lips against David's. Not rough, like with Joe earlier, but tender. Sweet, even. David melted into Gary's arms as the kiss became more passionate, as they discovered every cavity in each other's mouth. David was interested in other cavities, as he hurriedly unsnapped Gary's jeans and shoved them down along with his boxers. Gary hissed as David held the heft in his hands. He'd masturbated to this image so many different times in his mind. David sinking to his knees. David deepthroating him. Gary's knees got weak as he hit the back of David's throat. No gag reflex..with Peter Barlow in mouthfucking him who knows how often, no wonder. He played with David's soft brown hair as the saliva ran down David's slightly chubby cheeks. David had that just a tiny bit extra bit of weight which made him easier to hold onto. Gary pulled him up, kissing him again, tasting his own precum as he pulled David's blue cardigan over his head. David was wearing a white tee underneath, a contrast to his extremely tanned flesh. His nipples were erect and very prominent, easy targets for Gary's fingernails and tongue. Alternating between fingers and tongue, and finally scraping his stubble against one, than the other. He ran his stubble down the whimpering David's smooth chest and stomach, sinking his teeth into the same tummy Joe had leered at earlier in the day. Gary thought this was going to be hot, forbidden fun, a big game on Platt, but instead, he felt serene, calm, almost like he was having some kind of cleansing experience. Getting to see his archenemy in this light had humbled him. All he wanted to do was please this impossibly soft, sensitive skin. "Oh fuck me," David panted as Gary's tongue danced inside his navel. "You lads today got no patience," Peter teased, leisurely sliding his foreskin up and down his engorged shaft. As if to prove his point, Gary began to get near his ejaculation point. "Dock 'em," Peter barked. David was going to ask what that was, but Gary hurriedly shoved David's slacks down, his boxers joining them around David's ankles. He slipped his foreskin over David's cock, both young men shuddering as Gary's first wave of orgasm hit, amplified too many times to count by the tight contact. Soon, David joined him, both men moaning and mewling and making sounds they didn't quite understand as their bodies transformed to jelly. "That's what I like," Peter grinned, his donkey dick leading the way as he separated the two spent young men, falling to his knees to let his face and mouth be bathed in the excess amount of semen slipping from their temporarily soft pricks. He lathed their teen tools with his tongue until they began to ache. "Now why don't you try out Platt's prime arse. I could charge rent for this baby." He turned a dazed and slightly embarrassed David around, showcasing a bum which was paler than the rest of his body, but remarkably fleshy and appealing. Gary took the buttocks into his hands, gently squeezing the flesh. Leading David over to the bed, he barely had time to think of what to do next before David sat on his face. Obviously this was something Peter enjoyed. As Gary pried open David's still tight hole with his skilled tongue, he could see why. Just the thought of fucking his worst foe was enough to get Gary dripping hard again. He didn't even entirely see David as a foe now, not that he knew how much they had in common. When David began to squirm as Gary's mouth organ found just the right spot, Gary felt good about making David feel good. He flipped David onto his back, his lightly hairy legs on Gary's smooth shoulders. He lined his hardness up to David's waiting hole. He slid his cock up and down, trying to figure out what to do, if he should let David know who he was, if he should keep on with the fantasy. Finally, David answered for him. "Bloody hell Gazza, just stick it in me already!" Gary's jaw dropped as David whipped off the blindfold with a cheeky grin. "C'mon. How stupid d'ya think I am? Know your aftershave anywhere. Smells like a dog's backside." Gary sneered good-naturedly at his lover. "Now I know where you've been hanging out...see you need to stay with your own kind." He abruptly shoved his manhood into David's waiting hole. David's smugness was soon rocked by a series of powerful thrusts coarsing through his body. "I...oh fuck me harder...thought it'd get us off more if you thought I didn't know...yeah, make me your bitch...wanted to shag ya senseless ever since we first met...FUCK..." Gary's pelvic moves became more aggressive as he pounded the last bits of arrogance out of what he liked to call the prat Platt. He was tempted to truly burst his bubble by telling him he'd been in a piss party with David's almost stepfather, but decided to save that for a later time. The bed shook from David's gyrations and Gary's violent thrusts. Gary's smooth, pert ass pistoned in and out of view of Peter's lustful eyes. He was so horny but he didn't want to spoil the beautiful picture in front of him. Reviving an old party trick, Peter slowly but surely bent his head and neck down, the 10 inches slapping against his chest so close to his own mouth. Closer, and closer, until finally, he could taste the foreskin between his teeth. David and Gary stared at him, slackjawed, amazed at a man giving himself head, or even being able to make the attempt. David's surprisingly powerful thighs and legs locked firmly onto Gary's middle, tying them together further in body as well as mind. Gary placed his head on David's chest, his eyes wide as he David breathed into his gorgeous hair, as he felt David's thickness slide sloppily against his stomach with every thrust, as they both watched Peter run his long, practiced tongue run around his large purple bell end. Just as Peter let out a lusty chuckle, followed by a groan, the dirtiest groan either young man had ever heard, his orgasm exploded onto his drawn face, waves of white cream against his eyes, nose, and open mouth. He looked up at them, licking his lips, those red lips in contrast to his cum mask. Gary couldn't take anymore, and with a war cry, he bellowed, "GET IN THERE!"" as he shot his wad inside David's velvet entrance. David let the pulsating shots of seed fill him, too blissful to even notice his own orgasm. His face, so accustomed to sneering, temporarily took on pure peace, eternal beauty, as he was one with Gary Windass, of all people. Gary began to pull out, slowly, a shiver running through him as he heard the pop which disconnected him to David. He began to get his clothes together when Peter sat down on the bed, pulling him close. "We got a while still...c'mon boys. Let's just rest. I don't have the energy you do." Gary wasn't going to argue. He rested his head on one side of Peter's chest. David, going along with them, looked up at Peter in awe and exhaustion as he settled on to the other side. Peter looked down at them, strangely proud, lightly kissing their lips as they drifted off to sleep. 000 Liam Connor woke up with a cry. He'd had that dream again. He was drenched in sweat, dark fur matted to his chest as he gasped for air. Tony Gordon ran into the room, pulling Liam into his arms. "What's wrong, Liam?" Tony purred, his eyes so full of concern. Liam could say nothing. Simply rest his head on Tony's shoulder. He couldn't say that he'd dreamed Tony had tried to kill him.