Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 00:14:37 -0400 From: Wana Max Subject: Gay celebrity Eastenders chapter 3 Thank you for the comments on the previous chapters. Your comments and suggestions mean a lot, and if you have any more, please e-mail me. See previous chapters for disclaimers. 0 At first, Jack wasn't sure how to deal with the thoughts of seeing his brother naked and rock hard, lusting after his own son. Finally, Jack just decided on a wank. A good wank solves everything. Sure enough, he got a good night's rest, falling asleep with his heavy loads coating his hairy stomach. The next morning, he decided on a quick breakfast before his shower. He threw on his dressing gown, not particularly caring how well-tied it was around his front. Max was bending over in the refrigerator, wearing his black vest and boxer briefs. His arse was on display for Jack, those firm, round cheeks nearly bursting through the fabric, ready to squeeze and taste. Jack tugged at his morning hardon, but didn't have time to close the robe back up before Max spun around. "What kind a of perv are you?" Max hissed. Jack smirked at his brother. "What makes me a perv? Is it the robe?" He slipped out of his black silk dressing gown, allowing his brother to see him in all his toned glory. Powerful thighs building up to a slim waist and well-built, but not overly excessive abs and pecs, covered in just the right amount of fur. Most impressive was his cock, which, when fully hard, as it was on the way to being now, amounted to 8 and a half inches of meat with a decided curve to the right, hanging over large, hairy balls. Max took in his brother's handsome beauty for the first time. He'd looked at his brother before - Jack was so charismatic that even the straightest man would take a second look - but never like this. With such hunger. Shame suddenly overtook Max, as he was now openly lusting after his brother as well as his son. Jack was at his side, his hairy arms holding Max in place, a contrast between the dark brown of Jack and the lighter red on Max's body. "Don't like what you see?" Jack teased. "Some of you does." Jack's hard cock began to kiss Max's thickness through the increasingly thin covering of black cotton. "This, This...is wrong..." Max rasped as he felt Jack's mouth on his neck. "Why? Cause I'm your brother...not your son?" With those words, Jack dove his hand inside Max's underwear. Max hissed. "How did you...? Jack sank his teeth into Max's throat, salivating over the yelp of pain and pleasure. "Came in last night. Saw that glorious arse of yours and I was transfixed. Pants 'round your ankles, moaning and weeping 'bout your baby boy...he's a man now though. Bet you'd love to pop his cherry." Max went up on his toes at his brother's dirty talk. "Bet he blushes all over. He got that tight bum from you, ya know. Watched him walk out of the room so many times. Now I'm gonna get my tongue up there. If you don't first." Max gave into his brother's sex language, panting and sputtering as he pulled Jack in for a lusty, open-mouthed kiss. He'd never experienced stubble against his face. He'd never felt a man's touch, a man's strong, confident hand on his length. "I...I walked in on him, with...with Sean..." Jack sucked in a large breath. He lowered Max's boxer briefs, hearing the THWACK of fat cock against a strong stomach. "Oh fuck Max...Sean's gutter trash...he got Bradders?" In spite of his revulsion, Jack now had steel between his legs. He couldn't even touch himself because he knew he'd come right then. Max continued, throwing his head back and moaning incoherently at his brother's hairy chest against his nipples, his brother's hands pawing his muscular backside, parting those pale cheeks to brush a long finger down his crack. "He was...he was fucking my son...the things he was saying. What he was doing to Bradley, the look on Bradley's face...I...I...." Max's knees buckled as he shot his load all over his brother's furry belly and chest. Jack cursed into Max's ear, a dirty, husky chuckle as he emptied himself onto Max's stomach. Their spent cocks were still more than ready for more, but Jack sensed Max was vulnerable right now. He'd get more later. "I love you, Max," Jack hoarsely whispered into his brother's ear, an attempt to convince him without being too heavy-handed. Max kissed Jack goodbye, passionate and full and with a loud smack as their mouths parted. "I love you too, Jack," Max whispered back, shivering as Jack's hand slid inside his hole one final time. 00 Bradley had planned a night out with the boys, in this case his coworkers, Piers and Anton. He'd hoped to find Clare Bates, or some other gorgeous babe with big baps, to take his mind off what he'd done with Sean. Instead, he found himself staring at Piers and Anton. As the night had progressed, he'd stopped bothering with their faces and was more and more interested in their crotches and asses. After Sean had left him on the couch, naked, exhausted, and covered in various coats of cum, he'd had one final, smug word. "I know your type. Always craved cock. Just couldn't admit it to yourself. Now it's all you're ever gonna think about. A slut for dick is all you're ever gonna be." Piers was a husky but still handsome man with short brown hair and a visible love for the party lifestyle. Anton was a lanky blonde, gorgeous in every way. An athlete. A bit more into himself than into anyone else. He was beautiful, angelic. Bradley almost felt ashamed to be mentally undressing him. He staggered to the bar to find his uncle Jack waiting for him. He must have been really drunk, because he could have sworn Jack was leering at him. "You ain't showing off the merchandise, Brad." Brad did a double take, trying to figure out what his uncle could be saying. Jack walked out from behind the bar, peeling off Bradley's slightly too large gray suit jacket. He took off Bradley's tie, unbuttoned three buttons from Bradley's white dress shirt, allowing people to see his faint traces of chest hair. "That's better." He patted Bradley's pert bum, and - where no one could see them - squeezed Bradley's bulge. Before Bradley could respond, Jack shoved him back towards the crowd. Bradley was delirious...was his uncle really groping him and flirting with him? Then again, Jack seemed to flirt with everyone, even Dot Cotton. Bradley tried to shake off how aroused he felt by his uncle's touch, and went on the dance floor with a gorgeous babe. As the night wore on, he got more and more drunk, until finally he nearly fell onto Piers. "Um...sorry...I..." He was staring at Piers crotch again. Piers didn't like to wear underwear, and his chubby cock was outlined in his dark suit pants. "Bathroom. Sorry. Gotta go." He stumbled to the toilets. Piers, smirking all the way, soon followed him. A short while later, Anton, who didn't seem to find anyone interested in talking about the upcoming marathon, wondered where his coworkers had gone. Bradley had seemed really out of it and he knew Piers enjoyed getting the best of people in that situation. He checked in the bathroom, hearing grunts and groans coming from one of the stalls. It hadn't been locked, so he opened the door, finding Piers, pants around his ankles, sitting on the toilet seat. Bradley was still fully dressed, kneeling between Piers' beefy thighs, deepthroating the girth between Piers' legs. "You can usually tell when they're cocksuckers," Piers grinned lewdly. "I'm almost done if you wanna take a piece." He abruptly pulled out and came all over Bradley's rosy cheeks. "A hole is a hole," he winked, leaving Bradley on the floor and a bewildered Anton to clean up the mess. Anton pulled Bradley off the ground, washing his face for him. He'd never noticed just how beautiful Bradley was until now. Bradley began to cry. "He's gonna tell everyone. What have I done? And I enjoyed it, Anton. That's the worst part." Anton awkwardly patted Bradley's back, massaging in small circles. "He won't say a word. He likes to keep secrets, use 'em to get what he wants. Besides, nobody will believe him anyway. Everyone at work hates him." Bradley seemed slightly cheered up, but he was also staring at Anton's face. "You're an angel, Anton. An angel sent down just for me." He leaned forward for a kiss, but Anton pulled back. "Better get you home. Call a cab for you." Bradley looked like such a crumpled mess, Anton knew he'd better go with Bradley just to make sure nothing happened. The cool air outside seemed to sober Bradley up, but during the taxi ride back to Bradley's flat, Anton felt Bradley's hand on his thigh. He wanted to ask what Bradley thought he was doing, but didn't want to alert the cab driver. The loud zip and the sound of Bradley's hand slipping into Anton's boxers ended up doing that anyway. Anton fought back a moan at Bradley's hand clumsily wanking him off. He hadn't had anyone touch him in a long time. Women were intimidated by him, or resented him, or assumed he was gay. He saw the cab driver lick his lips and tilt the mirror for a better look. Anton spread his legs, giving the swarthy cabbie more of a show. He could only whimper when Bradley went down on him, that tongue circling inside his foreskin, that hot mouth covering his hard cock. He ejaculated into his coworker's mouth in no time at all. Shaking and shocked at his own behavior, he was still recovering from the experience when they got to Bradley's flat. He paid the fare. "Don't need to offer a tip," the cabbie grinned, obviously more than pleased by what he'd already been given. When they got into the flat, Bradley began to apologize. "I'm so sorry. It's been a difficult week for me...." Anton wasn't especially interested. He wanted more of this, whatever he had with Bradley. He didn't care what it would do to their working relationship or his view of his own sexuality. He just wanted this gorgeous ginger prince. He shoved his tongue down Bradley's throat, the two men slamming against the wall as trousers were lowered and shoes were kicked off. They made their way upstairs, Bradley too tired and drunk to unbutton a shirt, instead lifting his own over his head and tearing Anton's off, button's flying everywhere as he began to kiss and lick that smooth, flawless chest. 00 Jack was just sending the last alcoholics and slags home when he remembered he still had Bradley's jacket and wallet. He also had a spare key to Bradley's flat. Might as well pop in to see how Bradley was doing. Or who he was doing. Maybe no one at all, Maybe he was alone and needed comfort. Jack squeezed his crotch as he got in his car and headed over to the flat. The sounds of sex were unmistakable. He was going to enjoy this. There were Bradley, and his oh-so-fuckable twink coworker, Jack with more hair on his body than either of them combined. They were naked, frenzied, in the middle of a 69. Jack stood in the dark corner, slowly undressing himself, waiting for them to finish. As they came in each other's mouths, he began to walk towards them, the moonlight illuminating his rock hard cock first, then the rest of him. "Uncle Jack?" Bradley yelped. Anton was equal parts stunned, concerned, and turned on. "He's your uncle?" "Yeah," Jack smirked, pulling Anton in for a rough kiss. Then he whispered harshly in Anton's ear: "Do you want be to be your daddy?"