Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 22:56:37 -0500 From: Wana Max Subject: Eastenders: Sean and Bradley part 1 Eastenders belongs to the BBC. This is just fiction, nothing to do with what happens in real life. This is just my little piece of smut. If you are not interested in gay sex, or if you are not 18 or the age of majority in your area, do not read this story. If you have any suggestions for future chapters, please let me know. 00 Sean Slater didn't know why his sister Stacey ever got mixed up with the Brannings. Max Branning had used her up and spit her out, content to play happy hubby and dad with Tanya. His son Bradley was weak and pathetic. In a drunken slip, Stacey had told Sean that Bradley was bad in bed. Sean wasn't exactly surprised. He was sure Bradley could be perfectly dynamic in the sack...just not with a woman. Sean had had a quick kiss with Tanya the night she found out about the affair, but he was, for once, too much of a gentleman to pursue the matter. So now he was back to his old faithful right hand. A few nights after the reveal, Sean was walking outside when he noticed Bradley pacing around outside. He was only wearing his undershirt and boxers, in spite of the cold. Sean felt an unfamiliar twinge of concern at the 20-year old's addled state, but he also felt a much more familiar twinge as he saw what a cute little bum Bradley had. "C'mon mate, let's get you inside." Bradley finally noticed someone else was with him. His reaction was to shove Sean to the pavement. "You're not my mate. Leave me alone!" Sean felt for the lad, but he wasn't going to take abuse lightly. That's not what men did. Sean grabbed Bradley in a headlock and dragged him back to the flat he used to share with Stacey. "If you wanna burn off some energy, at least do something productive." He shoved Bradley up against a wall. The ginger lad was panting from the exposure to the cold, but something else was clearly making him feel flush. Sean smashed his mouth against Bradley's, catching the scared and angry young man off guard. When Bradley tried to push Sean away, his fingers caught on the buttons of Sean's blue shirt, popping them open to reveal Sean's hairy, muscled chest. This only made Sean even more aroused as his tight jeans ground against Bradley's boxer-protected crotch. Bradley soon had an erection to match Sean's boner. Sean roughly ripped both of their pants down, leaving Bradley in nothing but his undershirt while Sean was completely naked. Bradley gasped at Sean's long, thick cock, the foreskin pulled back to expose a flared, pink head. Bradley's own cock, now in Sean's rough, big hands, was thin, but lengthy. Sean slid them against each other, taking advantage of Bradley's extensive foreskin to jam his own cock inside Bradley's uncircumcised hose. "Ugh...UGH..." Bradley grunted incomprehensibly. His knees threatened to give out at any second. Sean held him upright, leering at him in an obscene manner. Bradley had never felt so out of control, or so dirty. The docking soon had the desired effect, and Sean quietly came, spurting and spurting inside Bradley's foreskin. Bradley followed suit, throwing his head back and screaming at the sensations of cumming in this tight space. Sean winked, lewdly, and roughly disconnected their docked cocks. He wouldn't even kiss Bradley, because he knew that's what Bradley wanted, he wanted that kiss, so this would be more than just raw sex. Sean would make him beg for it. For right now, Sean spun Bradley around. He was going to get a taste of that sweet ass.