Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 20:27:27 +0100 From: Lewis Wood Subject: The Hunks Of Albert Square Disclaimer: This is a fictional story that involves sex between consenting adults. It is a work of fiction and I am not suggesting that the actors who play the characters or the characters themselves are gay. These characters belong to the BBC, and appear in the TV program EastEnders. "See L, I told you all this stuff with Ian's prostitute would blow over didn't I?" Mick said with his arm around Linda, admiring the pub packed full of punters. "I'm so glad it has Mick, because I'll be honest I didn't know how much I could take." Linda replies. "Hey, don't talk like that L! Look, I'll just go have a piss and then we can get this party started, yeah?" Mick says. Mick kisses his wife on the cheek and then makes the short walk to the pub's toilets. Mick, dressed in a dark blue shirt, a waistcoat and a pair of denim jeans, casually walks over to one of the urinals and begins to unzip his fly. Mick frequently went commando, and today was no exception. He pulled out his cock, even when soft it was a good 5 inches and about the size of a deodorant can in girth. Mick held his cock in his hand and whistled a song to himself as the piss started to trickle out. Mick heard the door open and footsteps approach the urinal next to him. Still concentrating on his piss, Mick took a glance to see who had come to join him in the toilets. It was Max Branning. Mick greeted Max with a nod, and Max muttered `arlright' under his breath. Max's eyes were transfixed to Mick's huge cock, so much so he almost forgot what he had gone in to the toilets to do. Max quickly unzipped his suit trousers and pulled his cock and balls over the top of his black Calvin Klein's. Max didn't identify as gay, straight or bi, he just loved sex, no matter who it was with. Mick's fag breath and deep, sexy voice were Max's secret addiction, and he often found himself having one too many pints in the pub just so he could speak to Mick. He'd fantasised once or twice about fucking the landlord, but even in his wildest dreams he was never expecting Mick to have such a large cock. Max wanted to fuck Mick right now, he wanted to shove his cock balls deep into Mick's arsehole and see if Mick was such a `geezer' when he had an arse full of cock. Max was so deep in thought over what he'd do to Mick he forgot where he was. The sound of Mick;s voice awoke him from his thoughts. "Usually Max mate, when I'm checking out other geezer's cocks in the toilets I make sure that my own doesn't get hard." Mick said, in the deep sexy voice that turned Max on so much. Max grabbed his hard, 8 inch cock and balls and forced them back into his boxers as quick as he could. "No point hiding it, Max, I knew you were had when the piss was coming out of your cock like some sort of fountain. It was almost hitting the ceiling." Mick said. "Look Mick, I'm sorry mate. I weren't checking your cock out, I was just thinking about which one of those fit birds in there I'm gonna pull tonight. There's some right sorts in there." Max said, his face almost going as red as the hair that once sat on his head. Mick pushed Max up against the wall. "Don't fucking lie to me Max, I know exactly what you were doing. What? You a queer or something? Get hard thinking about bloke's cocks do you? Or is it the thought of their arses that gets you off? Guess what Maxie boy, I do as well." Max was so hard right now he felt like blowing his load any minute, Mick's revelation that he was into cock as well almost sent Max over the edge, but Max managed to control himself. "You're gay?" Max managed to utter out. "Fuck sake," Mick said "Why does everyone have to put labels on everything? Let's just say, when you were checking out my bit of meat I was checking out yours too, and it's pretty impressive if I do say so myself mate. From what I hear, you like sex, and I know I like sex, and right now we're both hard and alone. So why don't we stop this whole `I'm a straight man' act and let mini Mr Carter and mini Mr Branning meet? What do you say?" Max couldn't believe his luck. His dream was about to come true. "Yeah." He said instantly. "Good man!" Mick said, and with that he forced his tongue down Max's throat. Max instantly responded, and within seconds the two men were bouncing from wall to wall as their tongues collided violently. Their hands were moving all of each other's bodies, holding onto the back of each other's heads, moving down their backs, Mick grabbed Max's arse with his hands and gave it a pinch. Max was surprised he didn't cum there and then. Mick must have recently smoked a fag, because Max could taste the tobacco on Mick's breath. Mick's beard was scratching Max's face but he didn't care, he was so caught up in the snog. Mick pulled his tongue out of Max's mouth after what must have been a good two minutes and whispered into Max's ear. "Get in that cubicle you bald headed cunt, I'm going to absolutely fucking destroy your hole." Max didn't need telling twice, he pushed the cubicle door open and walked in, Mick followed and locked the cubicle door behind them. He shoved Max up against the cubicle wall and forced his tongue down Max's throat again. Mick withdrew from the kiss. "Get those fucking clothes off right now." Mick demanded. Max was used to being in control in the bedroom, but one look at Mick's hard, thick, veiny nine inch cock with it's bulbous purple head was enough to remind Max that just one wrong move and Mick could quite easily walk straight out and back to his wife, so in this instance he was happy to play the bitch and follow Mick's demands. Max undid the cufflinks of his crisp white shirt and began unfastening the buttons. Mick was slowly tugging on his meat as he watched Max get undressed. Max knew that Mick was enjoying watching Max slowly reveal his bare body, so took his time removing his shirt and then his trousers. It wasn't long until Max was stood in only his black boxer briefs, with his hard cock protruding out of them. Max had a nice body, the outline of what could be a fantastic 6 pack was there, if Max went to the gym a tad more often he would have had the perfect body. His nipples stuck out like mountains, and his freckled body was a turn on for Mick. Max wasn't a particularly hairy bloke, but there was a light dusting of ginger hair on his body. Max pulled down his boxers and let his raging erection free. From his glimpse at the urinal Mick knew it was big, but he was surprised just how big. At eight inches big it stood perpendicular to Max's body, it was long and thin and was surrounded by a bush of light brown pubes. Although Mick was delighted to see Max's naked chest and cock in all it's glory, he wanted to see the main event. "Show us that arse of yours, Max." Mick demanded. Max turned around. His arse was a thing of beauty, which was clear even with trousers on, but without it was truly magical. Mick took his hand and slapped Max's arse as hard as he could, the skin on his arse barely flinched, and it was solid muscle. A red handprint quickly appeared, something Mick thought improved the quality of Max's already perfect backside. "You were born to be queer with an arse like that." Mick hissed into Max's ear. Mick's trousers were round his ankles, but he was still wearing his shirt and waistcoast. "You gonna strip now Mick?" Max asked him. "You should be so lucky." Mick said. "You want to see what's beneath this? You've got to show me your worth it. Now bend over that toilet seat you dirty fucker." Max was disappointed that he wouldn't be getting to see Mick naked this time, but he was sure he would one day soon. He bent over the toilet seat like Mick had asked, and raised his arse into the air. Mick crouched down so his face was in line with Max's arse hole. It was tight, so Mick presumed that ladies man Max wasn't quite as lucky with blokes. Mick spit in Max's arse hole and shoved a finger in. Max twitched a little but stopped himself from moaning. Mick may have been in charge, but Max still wanted to tease him a bit. Mick was annoyed that Max hadn't moaned when his finger had gone in. "What, one finger not good enough for you? Does that not turn you on? How about a few more?" Mick shoved another two fingers into Max's tight hole and started fingering it rapidly. Max couldn't surpress a moan for a second longer. "Fuck mate, fuck." Max moaned. Mick picked up the pace even more, and he could tell that it was driving Max insane. Max was full on shouting in pleasure. Mick grabbed Max's boxers from the cubicle floor and shoved them into Max's mouth. "I know you're fucking enjoying it, but I don't think my wife would be enjoying it if she knew I was cheating on her with a bloke, so keep that hole closed and open this hole a bit more, my cock's going in." With his boxers acting as a gag, Max didn't respond using words. Instead, he just opened his legs as wide as they would go and waited for Mick to put his huge cock in his hole. Luckily for Max, it didn't take long before he could feel the head of Mick's bare cock on his arse. "You ready for this you fucking cunt? You ready to get fucked Maxie boy?" Mick hissed in his ear. Max nodded, and Mick decided he'd teased the poor bloke enough. Mick gave one final spit on to his cock and then proceeded to push it in to Max's arse hole slowly. Max was in heaven, even with the boxers in his mouth his moans were still loud. Max could feel Mick's bushy pubes on his skin, and he knew that he had 9 whole inches of pure perfection inside of him. Mick started pounding Max's arse, his balls slapping hard against it and making a loud banging noise each time they did. Max spat the boxers out of his mouth and began screaming with pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck!" Max screamed. "You like that do you you pussy? You like having a big cock in your arse? You want me to go faster?" Mick said. "Yes!" Max shouted. Mick picked up the pace and Max screamed louder and louder. He loved the sensation of having a cock in his ass, and he knew this would be the first of many. "Maxie boy, I'm gonna cum. Turn the fuck over and let me shoot my load in your mouth. If you dare spit I'll let everyone in this pub know that you're not so much of a ladies man after all, I'll let them know that you're a dirty fucking queer." Max was so turned on right now he didn't even care if people knew he liked it up the arse, but he had no intentions of letting a single drop of Mick's cum go to waste. Mick pulled his cock out of Max's arsehole and slapped his arse once more. Max turned around and opened his mouth. Mick shoved his cock into Max's throat, and forced Max's head towards his balls. Max licked Mick's cock all over with his tongue and moved his head up and down like a pro. Mick couldn't hold his cum in any longer, shot after shot of thick, white cum hit the back of Max's mouth and trickled down his throat. "Shit, shit, shit!" Mick moaned as the last shot of cum came out of his cock. Mick removed his cock from Max's mouth and Max licked the remaining bits of cum from the sides of it. "I tell you what mate, I've fucked plenty of people in my life but that was fucking fantastic. You and me Maxie boy are going to have a lot of fun." Mick said, and with that he pulled up his trousers and unlocked the toilet cubicle door. Max was sat completely bollock naked on the floor, with his dick still hard. "You not gonna return the favour?" Max asked. He'd just been fucked up the arse and swallowed a gallon of Mick's cum, yet he still hadn't cum himself. "Maybe next time." Mick said. Mick bent down, kissed Max on the lips and then hissed in his ear. "You tell anyone about this, and you're a fucking dead man walking." Mick then stood up and walked out of the toilets as if nothing had happened. Max locked the cubicle door and proceeded to wank himself off, moaning as he did so. He could still taste Mick's cum in his mouth, and it wasn't long until Max had shot load after load all over his chest. Max sat in silence for a minute as his cock began to go soft, thinking about what had just happened. Little did he know, Peter Beale had entered the toilets at some point during his and Mick's sex session and was sitting in the cubicle next door, with his own cock standing to attention. Peter couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, and as he played with his cock he began to think about what he was going to do with the information that Max and Mick were secret cock lovers. To be continued... If you like this story and have suggestions for future chapters, please email me eastendershunks@gmail.com.