Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 23:55:42 -0400
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Coronation Meat chapter 9

See first chapter for disclaimers.

Thanks as always to those of you who always send feedback. If anyone has
anything to say, please let me know, I'm always open to ideas about
characters past or present.

00

Joe McIntire heard voices in David's room as he walked by with his morning
coffee.

He heard a voice he recognised all too well.

"Yeah bitch...spread that cum all over those cheeks...both sets..."

Joe kicked the door open, startling both young men.

"Gary Windass," Joe sneered.

"Yeah, that's me," Gary smirked. "I think you might enjoy this."

He turned to David, still on his knees, and began pissing in his
mouth. David, stunned at first, soon opened his mouth, swallowing the warm,
slightly tangy liquid.

"Got anything you want to say, Dad?"

Joe was tempted to say quite a few things, but he didn't want David to let
Gail know what he and Gary had been up to in the Rovers toilet. That is if
David didn't already know.

Gary smirked. He knew he had Joe where he wanted him.

"See you McPratts later on." He squeezed Joe's bulge on the way out.

As Gary left, David began to stand up.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," David said, his voice a million
galaxies away.

Joe tried to calm himself.

"I just don't want to see you..."

"See me what?? Turn into a huge failure, like you are?? Get over yourself,
Dad."

Joe's compassion began to turn your fury.

"I'm not your father, and I can't begin to tell you how relieved I am for
that."

The remark seemed to sting David just a tad, but he kept his barriers up.

"Yeah, you're a pathetic old fossil whose lucky not to be livin' in his
van. Mum's nuts to be anywhere near you. No wonder you keep having these
breakdowns. You're not even a man."

Joe couldn't take anymore. He grabbed David's waist, landing a hard smack
on David's pert buttocks, as tan as the rest of his lanky body.

David howled, but Joe didn't notice.

"Somebody shoulda been doing this to you all your miserable life!!"

He spanked harder this time, seeing those tight bum cheeks turn red even
with the fake and bake tan.

"Stop it!!" David yelled, as another set of blows rained down on his naked
flesh.

Joe noticed that David was squirming less and less, his backside beginning
to grind against Joe's sore hand. He ran his hand up and down the slightly
sore flesh.

"You like that, huh David? Like your Dad punishing you?"

David was too ashamed to say anything, but his cock was at full mast,
dripping into his well-trimmed pubes.

"Think I'm gonna have to give you some cream."

He ran his thumb over David's swollen crown, coating the coarse digit with
pre-cum. When he massaged the liquid into David's cheeks, David sighed.

"Yeah...you're real hot stuff, David. Shoulda known how to handle you all
along."

He unzipped his jeans, fishing out his large girth, also leaking. He ran
the dripping shaft up and down David's bum, stopping to run the meat up and
down David's hair-dusted shaft.

David hissed and began to pull Joe closer to him.

"Please...Joe please...please Daddy..."

His whispers soon turned to hoarse cries of orgasm as Joe took him in hand,
milking his slender shaft through the intense eruptions. He applied David's
cum to his still-red cheeks, biting his lower lip as his semen spilled into
David's entrance, trailing down his trim, 18 year old thighs.

David was too ashamed to face Joe, but Joe turned him around, put his index
finger under David's jutting chin.

"Still hate ya, ya know," David spat, not letting Joe feel any
satisfaction.

"I know," Joe whispered, his forehead crinkling as he smiled. "Son."

He kissed David, tasting Gary's piss, a mingling of old and new experiences
as David's hands crept down to cup Joe's ample backside.

He was pretty sure David hadn't sent the blackmail note. Now he just had to
figure out who did...after he had spent some more time with David, that is.

0000

Tony wandered around his empty loft, pacing off the insanity of the last
few months. Or that's what he felt like doing. Soon he started gathering up
the sheets from the night he'd spent on the sofa.

Liam was in the bed he'd shared with Carla, his now-missing wife. And Tony
had been so close to joining him, especially after Liam had had that
nightmare. But if he did, then he'd let something slip, and Liam would find
out...

His thoughts were broken by annoying ring tone set to some pop band.

Liam rubbed his eyes as the mobile pounded his ears.

"Who the bloody...oh, Maria. Yeah babes. Miss you too. How's the baby?
Guess we gotta stop sayin' babes now that we got a babe on the way..."

Liam tried to ignore the little men dancing in his head as he listened to
Maria tell all about her time in Cyprus with her folks. When they'd found
out about her pregnancy, Maria had decided to get away from
Weatherfield. The unspoken reason was that all the stress in Liam's love
life might cause another miscarriage. Liam wanted to tell her that he was
finished with Carla, but he knew even if he did, she'd never really believe
him. Liam was left to visit as much as he could and keep the home and
business going on the Street.

"See ya this weekend...yeah...love ya..."

As Liam let Maria go, he wandered out of Tony's bedroom. He scratched his
hairy balls as he looked at the loft apartment. Last time he'd been in this
place for more than a visit was when he'd spent the night with Carla during
his brief separation from Maria. He'd kind of hoped to christen the bed
with Tony, create some happier memories, although he knew how odd that
sounded, happier memories with the husband of the woman you cheated on your
wife with.

He noticed Tony in his blacks, bending over to pick up the sheets which had
fallen off the sofa.

Liam whistled.

"Best backside in town...after meself, of course."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Flat as a pancake, you are. Speaking of which, time for breakfast."

Tony's tone was somewhat distant. Liam felt like he'd been distant ever
since...

///

The night of Tony's stag do. Liam was drunk, even drunker than usual, as
Carla had just told him she'd never be with him, and he was juggling the
loss of his lifelong love with the mixed emotions of betraying a man he'd
grown to accept as both friend and lover.

Tony had asked him to go get the money they'd left in the strip club, and
Liam complied.

Then, just as a car began to hurtle towards Liam...

"NO!!!!!" Tony had shouted, his Scottish brogue blasting through the cool
autumn night air.

The car had just barely grazed Liam, rapidly reversing and vanishing into
the night.

Liam struggled to remain conscious as Tony held him in his strong arms. He
could taste the salty tears as Tony clung to him.

Before he'd passed out, he saw the raw emotions etched on Tony's
face. Fear, concern, and...guilt?

///

The memories of that night slammed into Liam and his knees suddenly
buckled.

"Too much to drink!" Tony taunted as he sprinted over to Liam's side,
holding him in his arms.

"Brings back some memories," Liam smiled. As Tony's face darkened, Liam
continued. "When I caught you in me arms, so drunk and hobbling on those
braces like you was in a bad comedy routine."

Tony's mood suddenly brightened, briefly.

"Oh, yes. Of course."

As Tony tried to pull away, Liam held him close. He nuzzled into Tony's
neck.

"Did I ever thank you for saving my life?"

Tony's spine stiffened, his entire mood shutting Liam out. They'd never
spoken about that night.

"Tony...c'mon. We've never been the same since..."

Tony knew what he was going to say, but refused to hear the words.

"Since I married Carla? Since your wife became pregnant? Can you think of
the reasons why?"

Liam shook his head.

"It's more than that. I miss me mate, I miss...more than me mate,
Tony. That bed was so big and empty last night..."

Tony took in a deep breath, distancing himself from his desires, from
Liam's sultry yet pleading stare.

"I only brought you here because you were falling down in the Rovers. You
were so pissed you wouldn't have noticed if Emily Bishop had been beside
you."

Liam paused to shudder at that mental image. Turning his attention back to
Tony, he exagerratedly fluttered his eyelashes, knowing one of his best
features were his deep brown eyes.

"I'm serious here, Gordon."

Tony tried to break away again, but Liam held the more muscular man in his
own strong arms, refusing to let him escape. He pressed his forehead to
Tony's, whispering the words he struggled to say.

"We're so different, you and me, but after all that macho bullshit went
away, I found somebody who got me down deep. I don't know what's happened,
but...and I'm not a sensitive type of bloke, so this ain't easy for me to
put into words, but...I need ya in my life. Please, Tony..."

As Tony's defenses began to weaken, his eyes fixed on a picture of Carla
tucked inside a half-closed drawer.

///

"Where do you think you're going?"

Carla whirled around, large overnight bag heavy in her hands.

"None of your business."

Tony tried to grab the bag away.

"It damn well is my business, I'm your husband!!"

Carla fixed him with that laser stare she wielded so effectively, her voice
the sound of barely cracked ice.

"Have to remind myself of that every day, what with the way you look at
Liam. I might as well have married bloody Maria!"

Tony sneered at his bride.

"I guess you need him all to yourself."

Carla's hand flew out, landing a direct blow on Tony's right cheek. Tony
staggered backwards, more from the pure hate in her eyes than from her act
of violence.

"I needed YOU! That's why I married you. Why I gave up the love of my life
for the sake his fishwife and brat-to-be!!  And what do I get?? I get MY
husband calling out the love of my life's name in bed!!"

Tony sunk to the floor, his head in his hands. Carla's parting shot rang in
his ears.

"I've never known just who you really are. And I pity anyone who tries to
find out."

///

Tony snapped back to reality when Liam caressed his cheek. Tony tensed as
he remembered Carla's long nails sharp against his skin.

"You don't know who I am," Tony whispered.

He grabbed Liam's wrist. He couldn't bring himself to look Liam in the
eye. Liam slowly moved his hand to Tony's chest.

"Think I know what we both want."

Tony wanted to break away, but he made the mistake of looking into those
eyes. He stood still, a slight shiver carrying through his pale, muscular
flesh as Liam traced his index finger down Tony's chest, all the way down
to his cotton-clad shaft. The nail just digging through the fabric in a way
which made Tony's eyes go back in his head.

If he let Liam do this, if he let himself do this...

Liam suddenly pulled Tony close to him, his hairy chest rubbing against
Tony's smooth pecs, his breath on Tony's neck. He put Tony's hand on his
erect cock.

"Slip it in your pants," Liam said, his voice slightly broken up, his eyes
burrowing into Tony's last remaining defenses.

Tony put Liam's long, hard dick into the right leg of his black boxers,
teeth clenching as Liam's veiny underside massaged the shaft of his leaking
hose.

The silk boxers rubbed one side of their erect cocks, the other sides
nestled together. The dual pleasures were only matched by the hand Liam had
on the back of Tony's neck, their noses pressed together, almost as if Liam
was trying to possess Tony.

"I need you so much, Tony. I..."

Tony let his hands run wild over the jungle of hair covering Liam's
chest. His breaths were increasingly shallow, his thoughts not his own. He
was so close, the friction was so close...

"I...I LOVE YOU, LIAM..."

He groaned into Liam's mouth, sharing a brutal kiss as if to complete the
transfer of his soul. He began to ejaculate, flooding the silk prison he
inhabited with Liam. Liam, stunned, could only let out a silent cry as
pleasure overtook his body, as his cum splattered against Tony's thigh with
such force that they were nearly pulled apart.

Tony pulled away, ashamed, or confused, or freed, or a combination of all
three.

"Oh God Liam...I don't know what I said, I..."

Liam was equally stunned. He'd never imagined...

"I think I love you too, Gordon."

Tony suddenly sneered at him, hostile, devastated.

"Don't say that to me! You can't just come in here do this to me...not
after what I've done. Don't you know how I feel??"

Liam shook his head.

"Shouldn't we be...dunno...kinda happy?"

Tony clutched his head.

"I..I can't say this Liam, don't make me say this..."

Liam tried to comfort him.

"It's OK, mate. Anything you gotta get off your chest."

Tony didn't seem so sure.

"After you find out what I did, you'll hate me. You'll hate me."

Liam wanted to respond, but Tony wouldn't let him.

"You've had your fun. Now just get out. GET OUT!"

Before Liam could even take in the sentence, Tony had gone off to his
bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Liam didn't know what was going on, but he was going to find out. He wasn't
going to let Tony do this to himself, no matter how much it might hurt
either one of them.

00

Jason Grimshaw knocked on his brother Todd's front door. He hadn't seen
Todd in ages. He had to get away from Weatherfield if it was the last thing
he did. His girl, Becky, had accepted his proposal, then dumped him for
that minging Steve Macdonald, of all people. What was she thinking?

As the door opened, he was shocked by the person on the other side...