Date: Wed, 03 Feb 2010 19:28:07 -0500
From: lawzo24@graffiti.net
Subject: Sean Slater Returns [4]

Sean was working out in the gym, pumping up and trying to block Ryan out of
his mind. But he couldn't. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw Ryan's
gorgeous body, stunning lips and massive cock floating in front of
him. He'd only ever been in love once- with Roxy fucking Mitchell. He
couldn't love Ryan- he was a man for a starts. Yes, good for a good
shagging and fun but he wanted kids and he wanted to get married. He sighed
as he took a breather and sat on the bench. His thighs hurt, he was
sweating like a pig's nipple and he couldn't feel his arms but that didn't
matter to him. Minutes later, he had left the gym and was walking back to
his flat. He had decided that he was going to go out and fuck a chick
tonight. He didn't want to- the thought of boobs made him queasy now that
he had experienced cock inside him- but he needed to feel manly. He wanted
to feel like a proper man.

When he arrived home, he expected the place to be empty but his mother Jean
was there cooking dinner. He run up the stairs, doing his best to try and
avoid her but to no avail.

"Sean, Seany IS THAT YOU?" she bellowed. He felt himself tense up.

"Yes, I'm not stopping.. " he tried to say but she cut him out

"Stacey is going to be home in a minute and guess what I'm cooking for
dinner!"

Sean didn't want to say it. He knew what she was cooking and he felt
positivaly like he wanted to punch his mother in the face. Please don't say
it, he begged her- albiet in his head..

"SAUSAGE SURPRISE!" Jean laughed and Sean had to stop himself from puking
on the spot.

*

Three hours later, he had escaped from the show albiet having eaten some of
Jean's quite surprising sausauge surprise. He checked his watch and it said
7.35. He still had 30 minutes until his train left for London and he
decided to stop by the Queen Vic for a drink. Despite it being a Saturday
it was pretty empty in the pub. Roxy or Ronnie were nowhere to be seen and
instead working behind the bar was Tracy and shrek like Shirley. He ordeded
a pint from a stern looking Shirley and took a seat across from her.

"Looking lovely tonight Shirley" Sean lied

She looked at him. Rolled her eyes and continued to pour his drink.

"You still seeing Mr Potato Head?" he enquired.

Shirley slammed his drink on the table. "Pay up and piss off".

Sean laughed and stood up from the stool and went and sat alone at a
table. A few moments later, he had downed the beer and was walking towards
the train station, cigarette in hand and shirt half unbuttoned when he
bumped into Darren Miller who was walking slowly with a bottle of beer in
his hands.

"Off to impreganate another fat woman?" Sean laughed. He nearly pissed
himself when Stacey recalled that story to him. Darren fucking Miller. He
didn't realise that Darren had balls, let alone big enough balls to get
Heather Trott pregnant.

Darren looked hurt. "Piss off Slater" he said.

Sean usually would have hit someone for even daring to talk to him like
that but he figured that he deserved it. He looked at Darren's face and
never realised before how cute he was.  Darren looked like he'd been
crying. Sean looked at his watch and it said 8.00pm. He'd miss his train if
he wasn't there in a minute..

"Are you okay?" Sean found himself saying. And it wasn't even in a mocking
way. It was a caring way.

Darren laughed momentarially. "Fuck off Sean and get your laughs in
now. Yes, I'm 18 years old and am a dad with a woman I had a one night
fucking stand with when I was PISSED". Sean noticied that Darren empatized
the pissed to make his point more clearly "And I'm engaged to a girl I
don't like having sex with but take the piss all you want Slater you
fucking psychopathic freak!"

The words dug in Seans heart like a knife. Psychopath? Freak? He stormed
over to Darren and pushed him up against the wall.

Darren was fucking scared.

"FUCKING PSYCHOPATH? I'LL KNOCK YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN YOU FUCKING RANCID
CUNT!" Sean shouted. He hadn't been this angry in a long time. He knew why
he was angry, and he knew why he was cutting himself up. He had fallen in
love with Ryan Malloy and they didn't even know each other properly so he
was taking it out on poor Darren.

Darren started to cry. "I'm sorry.. I've had a shit day.." was all Darren
could muster before he pushed Sean out of the way and punched the wall.

Sean calmed down and lit another cigarette. Darren was crying up against
the wall- a couple of his knuckles bleeding. Sean leaned against the wall,
cigarette in mouth.

Darren began to walk off and Sean took another pull of the cigarette.

"Do you fancy a beer?"

*

"Can I ask you something?" Darren asked. The pair of them were sitting at
the Slater's in the living room. The house was quiet except for Mo's
snoring in the other room. Sean was resting his legs up against a coffee
table, whilst Darren sat next to him drinking from a can of beer.

"Sure" Sean asked. He was rolling up a joint. He had bought a good batch
from thier local dealer- Peter Beale earlier. His hands were working fast.

Darren paused. "Why'd you come back to Albert Square.. was it for Roxy?"

Sean laughed despite himself. "For her? Fuck off!". Darren laughed
aswell. "No, I came back to make amends. I wanted to see my sister.. so
much shit has happened.. Why am I talking you about this anyway? Your an
oompla loompa".

"Am I fuck!" Darren laughed. He took a sip of his sixth beer that night and
was beginning to feel a little light headed. "Stacey's a good
woman. Bradley makes her happy".

Sean was stunned at the kind words. He hadn't much liked Bradley and always
thought Stacey could do better then the geeky ginger kid but he made her
happy and it was true that Stacey loved him. "No, I'm just here for a
while. I properly won't stay.. " he said, before adding "But if I do, I'm
buying a flat because I can't put up with that!". He paused and the pair of
them began laughing hard at Mo's loud snoring.

20 mintues later, more beer was consumed and two joints were smoked. Sean
felt tipsy and a little bit stoned whilst it didn't seem to have affected
Darren. Oh to be young again..

"Let's go upstairs" Sean smirked and Darren picked his beer up. Sean stood
up and turned the lights off. "I've got some amazing porn if your into
that".

Sean and Darren were sitting on Sean's single bed. The TV was on. Some big
breasted blonde bird was giving some hunky well hung man a nosh and both of
them were hard. Darren was smoking the rest of the 4th joint of the evening
whilst Sean had downed his 11th beer. Sean noticed that Darren was looking
at him.

"Are you a whore?" Sean asked outright. He remembered Jack bragging about
bedding Darren and giving him some money for the services.

"Am I fuck! Where'd you hear that.. " Darren laughed as he realised "Jack
Branning? Please- he basically begged me to fuck him and I agreed. I woke
up the next morning and there was lots of money on my desk! I asked him
about it and he denied anything happened between us. I guess he just got a
guilty conscience".

Sean laughed. "Fucking men"

Darren put his hands on Seans knee. Dangerous move or the smartest move of
the night- he hadn't quite worked out. "Are you gay?"

Sean thought for a moment before shoving his hands down Darrens jeans.

"Nice"

*

Sean kissed Darrens bare neck as he shoved in his cock. It had only been a
couple of minutes but they both needed release. They had kissed and Darren
had began to give him head, but Sean wasn't in the mood for foreplay. He
just wanted a bit of arse to cure his dizzyness.

"Fucking cunt!" Darren moaned. His legs were on Seans shoulders and Sean
was standing up by the bed. His thrusts were hard and fast. As he fucked
Darren's arse, Darren was stroking himself off. Sean was impressed with the
length and girth of Darren's cock- for an 18 year old he certaintly had a
big one.

"You love it!" Sean spoke as he continued to ram himself into Darrens
bottom.

"Holy shit.." Darren groaned. He was wanking with his right hand, and with
his left hand he was scratching down Sean's hairy chest. "Aghh" he let out
a loud moan as tons of manjuice squirted all over his chest, face and
Sean's bed.

Sean didn't care and continued to fuck him. "Say my name!" Sean moaned. He
could feel himself getting closer. He didn't care that Darren was
scratching his chest, it made him even hornier.

"Fuck me Sean" Darren groaned.

Sean pulled out from Darren and furiously pushed Darrens mouth onto his
cock. He rammed himself in and Darren nearly gagged and Darren slapped him
around the face as he cum. "Drink it all bitch!" Sean spoke dirtly as he
let out a long shot of cum into Darrens mouth. Darren stopped sucking,
swalloed the juicy goods and looked up at Sean who was wanking. It wasn't
long before Sean had shot another load all over Darren.

"I'm going to have a shower" Sean smirked "Leave now but you can take the
porn".