Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2007 23:06:41 -0500 From: Wana Max Subject: Hollyoaks 8 See previous chapters for disclaimers. Thanks for the nice comments about the last chapter. There are a few people who send feedback and they do so consistently and with great comments. Thank you so much. 10 Mike Barnes was a very frustrated man. His daughter Amy had moved out of the house with her boyfriend Ste. She was rebelling, as she'd spent the past year rebelling, desperate to pay her parents back for their mistakes. Mike was worried about Amy, as he didn't trust Ste, but he also had another reason to be upset that he hadn't let anyone know about. He'd pounded Ste's tight little arse in his bedroom, in Sarah's bedroom, Amy's bedroom, in the kitchen, the bathrooms...even on the dining room table. There was always the secret thrill of whether someone would walk in on them, but no, Amy was usually with baby Leah and Sarah was modeling some tarty clothes. There was something so insane about Ste, the way he'd just grin at Mike at dinner and Mike wouldn't know whether to punch him or shove his cock down the teen terror's throat. He could also be very sweet and tender at times, usually when he was gently begging Mike for more, harder, faster. Ste was the first person in a long time who had even known Mike existed, and now he was off God knows where with Amy. Mike just had to hope they would be alright, and sit on his mixed feelings for the Irish imp. As he folded laundry, he finally realized there was a knock on the door. It was Neville Ashworth, the father of the truly fucked-up Ashworth family. He had a head of steam on him. "Your bloody daughter and her hooligan boyfriend have gotten Fletch on drugs! He's in a haze all the time and we can't do anything to help him. Drugs are rotten to the core, so of course they had to come from you and yours! Isn't it enough that your brat ruined my son's life? Now you have to go after the rest of my family?" Fletch was an Ashworth cousin. Mike hadn't seen him lately, but he wouldn't mind taking a good piece out of that hide either. Josh, Neville's son, had been involved with Amy until she set him aside for Ste. Josh had also hit Mike in the back of the head with a brick. Mike had had to shave off his mullet and had been left with a violent streak. A streak he now used on Neville. He slammed Neville against a wall, hard. "Don't you come into my home and insult my daughter. Your family is SHIT. You don't even know whether half your kids are yours or your brother's! So shut it with your condescending lectures!" Neville shoved Mike away, causing him to crash against a small table and break a vase. Mike was seriously pissed off now. He threw himself at Neville, the two middle-aged men rolling around on the floor. Only after lots of heavy breathing and grunting did he realize they were both hard. "You're a right perv, Neville Ashworth!" Neville turned several unique shades of red. Mike got a good look at his face for the first time. He looked like the stereotypical middle-aged British man, especially his teeth, but his dark hair and large nose stood out, along with his brown eyes and their occasional sparkle. "I like pervs." Mike smashed his tongue into a clearly shocked Neville's mouth. Neville, who usually didn't even think about sex, was too stunned to fight off Mike's advances. Mike straddled his hips and pulled off his tee shirt, leaving the Barnes father in nothing but tight jeans. He ripped open Neville's stuffy blue dress shirt and lifted up the white undershirt  he wore underneath. Neville was built with solid muscle, strong pecs and a muscled midsection, covered in a faint yet all-over coat of dark hair. Mike punched Neville's pecs, testing their strength. Neville groaned at the rough contact, panting as Mike began tormenting his nipples into erectness with his trimmed nails. "You just gonna lay there, Ashworth? Are you too feeble to move?" Neville snarled at the obnoxious Barnes dad, shoving his fist into Mike's stomach and then roughly groping and squeezing Mike's small pecs. While they assailed each other's torsos, their hard cocks, one clad in denim, the other cotton, ground against each other with a fury matching their masters. Neville was the first to make the next move, ripping open the button of Mike's jeans and roughly lowering the zipper. He spit on his palm, gripping Mike's cock well in hand. "Fuck, you know how to milk a man, Ashworth. Who'd you do this with? Your brother? Guess he shagged you as well as your wife?" Neville's snarl turned to outright hatred as with all his force he rolled their bodies, with himself now on top, Mike on bottom. He spit at Mike's face, watching the saliva run down Mike's smirking visage before noticing Mike had gotten them both naked. Neville's hard cock, not all that long but very thick, slid slickly against Mike's own erection. They wheezed and grunted and cursed at each other, like angry, rutting dogs. Mike clamped down on Neville's neck, leaving hickeys he hoped Neville would have to explain to his wife. With a stuttered cry, Neville's whole body shook as he came. He had not done anything this violent or this satisfying in a long, long time, and his pent-up seed coated Mike's body as well as his own. He took special time to make sure he covered Mike's smirking face in his semen. Mike's mouth fell open in a silent cry, Neville's fresh cum deep slipping from his face into his mouth as he experienced his own orgasm. Neville rolled off Mike and they both lay on their backs, spent and gasping for breath. Mike ran his fingers down his face, shoving them in Neville's mouth, Neville eating his own cum. "Well, Ashworth..." Mike panted, his sweat mixing with the drying semen on his face, "We're gonna have to do this again sometime." Neville nodded, noticing for the first time that his dress shirt, undershirt and pants had been almost totally destroyed. "I'm sending you the bill for this, Barnes. Unless you have some other payment method in mind, that is..." 10 Zak had had some tight holes in his college days, but never as tight as Darren's. He'd been Darren's friend, assumed Darren was a ladies' man, although he wore very gay outfits. Now, with Darren squeezing his cock as Darren gripped the bathroom sink for dear life, Zak knew just what a man-slut the younger Osborne truly was. He hadn't had any in too long, so this felt very good. So good he almost didn't notice the hand soap being slid up his back end. "What's goin' on back there?" Zak muttered in his own incomprehensible way. "You destroyed my sex toy. This is my restitution." Zak initially didn't know what restitution meant, then as he remembered with a smile, his smile was cut off by a fat cock being eased into his hole. The three young men set up a system. Spike slammed, then Zak in the middle had his knees buckle and he slammed into Darren. Darren's sweat trickled down from his neck to his back to his pert buttocks, easing Zak's path even more. Zak had been horny for so long that he came very quickly. His ass muscles were nearly enough to set Spike off, but Spike stayed together long enough to pull Zak out of Darren and add his own load to Zak's inside Darren's hot hole. As Spike knelt down to eat out Darren's multi-loaded arse, Zak was going to leave. Then Darren looked at him, pleading, without saying a word, to help him finish himself off. "Ah c'mon mate...I'm not a queer. I don't..." Fuck it. Zak had just taken a load up his ass, after all. He joined Spike on the ground, taking his first cock (at least the first when sober) into his mouth. Darren face-fucked him, running his long fingers through the buzz cut until he soon shot into Zak's mouth. Zak had been taken from all ends and also given. He decided he'd check out the pub bathrooms more often. 10 "Yes, Louise, I can hear you. Whatever date you want to set is fine. Can I go now? Thank you. Ugh...women..." Women were the least of Warren's problems as he turned on the light in his office. Standing before him was a very, very angry Calvin Valentine. A naked and angry Calvin Valentine. To be continued...