Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2018 21:54:54 +0000 From: Scott Dera Subject: Studs of Emmerdale Part 39 DISCLAIMER This is a fictional story involving gay sex between consenting adults. I am in no way suggesting that the characters involved, or the actors who play them, are gay. I have no idea of their sexuality. It is not intended to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved are copyrighted by Yorkshire Television/ITV Studios/Emmerdale. STUDS OF EMMERDALE PART 39 Joe Tate was mad. Merely a few hours ago he had a smug grin on his face, content with his plan to knock Robert Sugden and Jimmy King down a peg or two. Fast forward to the present hour and after a short interview at the police station and then release, he was currently in the Woolpack mulling over his next move. Sugden had caught him out, and that wasn't something he was planning on happening again. He had already gained a slight upper hand back from Jimmy King, but he knew Robert would be harder to crack. He sipped his gin casually as he propped against the bar, all eyes staring daggers into him as they usually did, but none more so than Cain Dingle, father of the woman that Joe tried to screw over. The pair had a brief confrontation which has lead to underlying tension between the two, a sensation that Joe loves to revel in. He necked the rest of his gin before making tracks to the toilets. Once there, he fished out his flaccid cock at the urinal and started to let his stream flow "Just can't stay outta my way can ya?" "Small village Cain, bit difficult..." Joe replied, recognising the voice behind him, walking closer with every step. He felt a brief brush against his boxers-clad arse before Cain stood at the urinal next to him. "Just stay outta my way, yer' hear? Cain grunted. Although Joe had finished his stream, he couldn't help but take a brief look at Cain's chunky flaccid cock that's flaring with piss as he turned and walked to wash his hands, turning his back to Debbie's father. "and if I don't?" Joe smirked. What happens next takes him by surprise, a sudden force coming from behind him and bending him down, his face pushing against the counter "Oww! What the fuck?! Don't touch me!" He squirmed as he felt his hands held behind him. "Heh heh, judging by the look you gave me cock, you want me touchin' you..." Cain grunted as his spare hand reached around and groped his bulge "If you just wanna taste it then just ask..." he continued, hissing into Joe's ear. As much as he wanted to deny it, Joe was enjoying this "Just like your daughter, cock hungry!" He grunted as he taunted Cain. His plan worked like a charm, feeling a hand grab the scruff of his crisp shirt to turn him around before being pushed against the wall. Cain snarled as he got up close to Joe "You keep talkin' like that and you won't have a dick left..." he said, growling into Joe's face. The young businessman fumbled around below him and unsurprisingly found Cain's semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, fished outta his fly and starting to drip some pre-cum. Cain smirked, allowing Joe to stroke him for a couple of minutes, bringing him to his full ten inch hardness "Fancy it?" He asked, only waiting a couple seconds before he started to pull away, walking backwards towards a cubicle. His confidence worked, Joe's hand not removing itself from Cain's thick shaft as they stumbled into a cubicle. Neither man bothered to fully close the door as their lips collided as soon as they got inside, Joe feeling Cain's tongue force it's way into his mouth. His hand kept a hold on Cain's rigid shaft as he felt himself overtaken by lust, feeling his shirt ripped open by the Dingle godfather "Hey!" "Shut the fuck up..." Cain grunted, furiously nibbling at Joe's neck to subdue his complaint before his own hands roamed his rivals crotch. It wasn't long before he'd unbuckled the belt, undid the button, unzipped the slacks and removed every part of waist height clothing. He furiously kissed Joe again as his hands found their way behind, clasping onto his pert smooth cheeks. Immediately they were spread apart, Joe feeling the cold air tickle his hole before a thick digit from Cain replaced it, teasing his hole. Feeling this, Joe was quick to push Cain away, stumbling him to sit down onto the piss ridden seat of the toilet "I'll make you pay for that..." Cain growled. "and you'll pay for my shirt, so we're even..." Joe remarked back. Standing in front of him in all his beauty, Cain took a moment to admire his daughters former lover; his lean chest, rippling six pack abs that lead down to a proud nine inch cock that hung above a perfect, smooth set of balls. In fact most of Joe was hairless as the young businessman wrapped a hand around his strong cock, a pole that rivalled Cain's, abeit not as long or thick as the Dingle dick but still looked like it packed clout. Joe had obviously noticed Cain's admiration, boldly stepping forward and tapping his wet cockhead against Cain's lips. It took s second, a momentary lusted glance between both men before Cain opened his mouth, accepting Joe's dick into it. He grunted mildly as he tasted the mushroom head as it slipped into his mouth, widening his mouth as the thick shaft snaked into his oral cavity. Joe moaned, his head tilting back, eyes closing as he felt Cain's lips close around his meat. He pushed further and deeper, expecting Cain to choke and gag, but he was surprised when neither happened. He looked down and watched, locking eyes with Cain as more and more of his shaft slipped into his mouth until nose touched crotch. "Oh god..." Joe whimpered, his knees buckling slightly as Cain inhaled his cock, sucking it like a vacuum, his nose crushed against Joe's smooth pubic area whilst his hand came up to roll Joe's balls into his hands. He eventually pulled back, slowly, leaving Joe's shaft slick and wet but not fully removing himself, stopping at the head so that he could suckle on it. He growled as he felt Joe's nectar ooze into his mouth, Cain eagerly gulping it down. Turned on immensely, Joe boldly clasped a hand around the back of Cain's head, his fingers running through Cain's slightly greasy hair, encouraging the father of his former lover to start gulping down his shaft again. Cain obliged, working with Joe's hand to slip and slurp down in the same motion. Joe Tate couldn't help but groan loudly as Cain orally assaulted his cock "Oh fuck, sucking my cock scumbag!" He growled. In any other situation Cain would've gone for anyone that confronted him, bad mouthed him, or made him feel any less of a man, but ever since his past encounters with Andy Sugden Cain has been far more open to switching roles. If anything it encouraged Cain to heavily and continuously deepthroat Joe's cock, successfully counter attacking his cockiness with his cocksucking skills. He wanted to milk the young stud, make him cum down his throat and drain his balls, but Joe had other ideas. "Stand up..." Joe asked boldly as he slipped his cock from Cain's mouth. He suspiciously raised an eyebrow but nevertheless obeyed the order, quickly being spun around and bent over the toilet once he did. He couldn't help but smirk when he felt Joe's hands clasp around his firm arse mounds "Feelin' somethin' you like there lad?" Cain asked. Joe didn't reply. Instead he swung a hard, open palmed slap to Cain's Jean covered cheek, making him jolt slightly. Turned on, Cain reached back and placed his own hands on his jeans and poked two fingers towards the seam of his jeans. Joe watched and then marvelled in surprise when he watched Cain pull hard and tear a massive hole in his jeans, exposing his hairy arse, clear of any underwear "Jesus Christ..." Joe exclaimed. "You gonna fuck me then or what?" Cain growled as he spat on his finger and ran it over his musky hole, softly grunting at the sensation. "I don't have any condoms..." Joe remarked as he slid his cock against Cain's hairy crack. "You think I give a shit?" Cain barked "Fuck me lad!" He said as he backed himself up against a Joe's cock, feeling his cockhead press against his hot ring. In reality it had been a very long time since Cain had been fucked, Ross Barton being his last many months ago. Since Andy Sugden has left the village there had been a distinct lack of man on man activity going on, but Cain knew that was going to change. He heard Joe spit and then felt the wetness on his hole before the fat head came back to his hole, the foreskin this time rolling back as Joe pushed forward, eventually pushing inside Cain. Both men groaned and growled loudly as Joe's cock slowly opened Cain's hole, inch by inch slithering inside, the tightness gripping Joe's incredible pole. "C'mon, it ain't a pussy...fuck me deep!" Cain grunted as he so far could tell Joe was only half way. His words provided encouragement as he felt Joe shunt his cock even further inside him "Oh yeah!" "Oh god..." Joe moaned loudly as he felt his entire cock buried inside Cain's hot arse. It had been a long time since he had fucked a man, especially as one as rough as Cain, but being delved right into him in this moment unlocked a side of him that he thought he'd lost. He gripped Cain's jean clad hips and starting to pull out before shoving himself right back in, repeating this motion several times. "Yeah! That's it lad! Fuck me!" Cain growled loudly, barking orders as his own steel rod bounced between his legs with every slam Joe did into his flexible cunt. His flaring mushroom head leaked pre-cum as his own eyes rolled into the back of his head, his g-spot being rubbed furiously by Joe's equally furious strokes. Both men continued like this for what seemed like hours until Joe finally announced it "I'm gonna cum..." he cried weakly, his thrusts becoming all the more erratic and sharp. "Cum up me arse!" Cain grunted, his hand now on his shaft as he furiously beat himself off "Shit..." he cursed quietly as he unnoticeably dropped his load onto the cubicle floor, his body convulsing as his silent orgasm ripped through him. Joe was none the wiser, consumer only with his own need to cum as he continued to slam into Cain for a few moments longer before he unleashed. "Uhhh..." Joe whimpered as his cum shot from his piss-slit and injected Cain's tight hole. The man himself smirked as he felt Joe's cock being milked by his flexible cunt, satisfied that he'd drained the young lads balls "Well you're definitely better than your daughter..." "Ey..." Cain soured, coming up straight and turning around to face Joe, the young businessmen's cock falling from his slack hole "We don't talk about our Debbie like that, or I'll rip your dick off..." he snarled. Both men stared intently at each other, they're softening shafts sticking to one another as neither man backed down. Their gaze was suddenly snatched from them as they heard the bathroom door close. A frightened Joe scampered out of the cubicle and then the toilets, bumping right into Robert Sugden. "You!" Joe snarled as he took Robert by the shirt collar and shunted him against the wall, their faces a mere inch away from one another "You think you can play games huh?!" Robert just grinned innocently "Games? I've no idea what you're talking about..." "You think this is funny don't you!" Joe fumed "I'm onto you Sugden..." he finished as he released Robert's collar. The two men shared an intense stare before Joe started to walk away, leaving Robert to re-adjust his shirt collar. Making sure he was out of sight, Robert entered the toilets and walked up to a urinal. He fished out his flaccid cock and started to piss. Closing his eyes as he relieved himself, he didn't even flinch when he felt a rough hand softly caress cock "Thought you'd still be in here..." "What can I say? Like copping a good feel..." Cain spoke, his hand moving down until it interferes with Robert's stream of piss. He intertwined his fingers within it before bringing his fingers to his mouth, groaning in satisfaction at the taste "Great..." "Filthy ain't you..." Robert remarked as he looked at Cain. His stream steadily finished but he didn't move from the urinal, instead his cock started to twitch to life "so did you get it done?" "Plan worked perfectly...you get the photos?" Cain asked as his hand once again brushed Robert's shaft, this time helping him grow to hardness. "You bet, thanks Cain..." Robert grinned, moaning very slightly as Cain brought him to his full, hard eight inch length. "You owe me one...now, being as you're back with me nephew, `bout time we got reacquainted don't yer' think?" Cain slyly grinned, guiding Robert into the cubicle much in the same way he did Joe... TO BE CONTINUED...