Cocksuckers of Albert Square
Martin Fowler had only been back in Albert Square for a few weeks, however, he'd already set his sights on a new conquest. She went by the name of Stacey Branning and, once upon a time, she'd have been far out of Martin's league. However, in recent years Martin had bulked up, going to the gym regularly alongside his best friend Kush Kazemi. Martin wasn't quite at Kush's level of physical fitness but he was getting there, slowly. His abs were defined, he'd worked especially hard on them. It was clear that Martin wasn't going to win any bodybuilding contests anytime soon but his new physique suited his tall frame.
Martin stood opposite his best friend as the pair set up their stalls, the pair engaging in conversation as Kush aired his concerns over his new relationship with Shabnam. Any hopes Martin had of acting slightly interested in Kush's conversation were dashed when he spotted Stacey walking down Bridge Street, his eyes transfixed as he watched her enter the Minute Mart, not once taking his gaze from her. Kush laughed as he waved a hand in front of Martin's face in a bid to regain his attention, however, one person who didn't find Martin's attraction to Stacey too funny was Max Branning, who had just watched Martin's blatant eyefucking of Stacey from outside of the café.
"Martin?" Max called out, catching the younger man's attention from across the market.
Martin looked up, nodding at Max as if to acknowledge him.
"A word. In private. Now." Max demanded, his words prompting a quizzical shared look between Martin and his friend Kush, both knowing that Max Branning was not a man to be messed with. Martin took off of his money belt and passed it to Kush, asking his friend to open up the stall for him whilst he dealt with Max.
Max started walking away from the market without so much of a word to Martin, yet Martin still followed in hot-pursuit, turning back to face Kush as he headed away from the market. With Kush's confused expression showing Martin that he was none the wiser about the reasons behind Max's sudden desire to speak to him. Bewildered, Martin continued to follow Max as they headed towards Deals on Wheels – Max grinning at Martin's naivety in doing so, knowing exactly what he had planned for the younger lad...
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In Deals on Wheels, Max wasted no time as he opened up a drawer and retrieved a bottle of whiskey, pouring both himself and Martin a large glass, not that Martin particularly wanted to start drinking at ten-to-nine on a Thursday morning but, almost as if to impress Max, he accepted the whiskey with no questions, although he still remained dubious as to why he'd been called into Max's office.
"What's this about Max?" Martin asked, a slight smile hiding his nerves.
"Stacey." Max replied without missing a beat, looking at Martin over the rim of his whiskey glass as the younger man stood awkwardly in front of him.
"Yeah? She's a nice girl, what about her?" Martin questioned.
"Well, the thing is mate, I've seen the way you look at her. Actually, correction. I've seen the way you stare at her like she's a piece of meat. Well Martin, she's not. She's fragile. She doesn't need to get hurt." Max stated confidently, his concern for Stacey almost ringing true to Martin, who didn't consider for one minute that Max may have had an ulterior motive.
"Look Max, whatever you think you know, you don't. It's not like that. I'm not like that! I like Stacey, I'm not going to deny that. But that's as far as that goes." Martin pleaded.
Max moved from behind the desk, standing in front of Martin as the taller man loomed over him. Max wasn't short, far from it, but even he paled in comparison to Martin, who stood a good few inches above Max. "Martin... you were leering at her like a horny teenager who'd never seen a woman before. It's pathetic."
"Lifetime with Sonia does that to you." Martin laughed awkwardly, forgetting Max's relationship with his ex-wife.
"That's my niece you're talking about. And that's why you're not getting anywhere near Stacey, because you have no respect." Max yelled, his confrontational attitude not phasing Martin.
"Respect, Max? Seriously? You're hardly well-known for being a perfect gentleman. Sonia told me all about you and what went on with Stacey. She was your son's wife! She was what, eighteen, nineteen? Younger than Abi is now, right?" Martin retaliated, his outburst infuriating Max.
Max stood in judgement of Martin for a few seconds, clearly not having factored Martin's potential retaliation into his plan. With no choice but to move forward, Max grabbed hold of Martin's t-shirt as he shoved him across the office and into the wall of the portakabin, shoving his tongue inside of Martin's mouth as the pair collided with the wall. Martin pushed Max off, confused by Max's sudden action.
"Max? What the fuck?" Martin said, stunned.
"Go with it! Let me fuck you, then I let you fuck Stacey. It's a win-win situation." Max smiled, giving Martin no chance to respond as he leant in for another kiss.
Despite the unusual feeling of another man's stubble against his skin, Martin was less resistant as Max's tongue found itself in his mouth for a second time, relaxing against the wall as his tongue collided with Max's. Martin's arms were raised in the air slightly, his inexperience in this field showing as Max allowed his own hands to explore Martin's body, settling with placing his hands on Martin's arse, which was much more muscular than Max had anticipated.
"Put your hands on me, Martin." Max whispered, his voice showing signs of sheer pleasure.
Needing little more encouragement, Martin placed his hands on Max's arse and was equally as surprised as he felt Max's tight backside for the first time, the fabric of Max's suit straining against it as the outline of his briefs could be clearly felt through the material. Martin was surprised to feel his erection straining against his jeans, rubbing against Max's as their dicks stood in perfect alignment.
Max had also noticed Martin's hard-on and placed a hand on it, keeping his other hand firmly on Martin's arse as he patted it slightly, the sensation almost causing Martin to cum immediately as Max cupped his bulge with his hand. They continued this for a few moments, finding a rhythm as Max used his index finger to trace the length of Martin's dick as Martin continued to use his hands to squeeze Max's arse. Then, almost as if he was trying to get Max back for his earlier actions, Martin used both hands to smack against Max's arses, squeezing it tightly as Max let out a moan, clearly enjoying Martin's new found appreciation of the male body.
"Think it's about time you lost some of them clothes." Max smiled, breaking away from the kiss as he watched Martin pull his t-shirt over his head, revealing a toned body not too dissimilar of those Max had seen whilst watching the Olympic swimming a few years ago. Martin's body was tight, defined abs leading down to a carefully constructed `treasure trail' of light brown hair, which ran from underneath Martin's bellybutton below the waistband of his jeans.
Martin went to undo the buckle of his belt but Max stopped him, pulling his hand away as he leant in for another kiss. Max pulled away from Martin's mouth, instead moving his mouth into the side of Martin's neck, following the man's body as he traced a path from Martin's neck down onto his pecs. Stimulating Martin's nipple with his tongue, Max bit down lightly, not enough to induce pain, but enough to elicit a moan from Martin as Max continued, working his way down as he kissed Martin's abs, worshipping them. Max lowered himself to the floor, kneeling so that at he was about eye-level with Martin's bulge, which strained through the fabric of his jeans.
Max just smiled as he unbuckled Martin's belt, throwing it to the floor as he set about unzipping Martin's jeans, pulling them down just below Martin's thighs. A shirtless Martin stood above Max, his bulge framed perfectly by his white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. Max stroked Martin's bulge through his underwear, looking up at the younger man who leant his head back in anticipation, somehow knowing that Max would more than certainly deliver the goods when it came to sucking another man's dick.
Max pulled Martin's underwear down, the release it provided Martin's rock-hard dick evident as his eight-inched cock sprung into action, almost hitting Max in the eye as it did so. Nevertheless, Max barely hesitated as he opened his mouth and took the first few inches of Martin's meat with ease, sliding his head up and down the first half of Martin's shaft in an irregular motion, the moans from the younger man clearly audible to anyone who came within ten-yards of the portakabin. Not that max minded, he'd long since learnt that the phrase `sex sells' didn't apply purely to music, it turns out, it was pretty handy for selling cars as well!
Max had managed three-quarters of Martin's cock with little difficulty, using these six inches to the best of his ability as he found himself finding a perfectly tuned rhythm, using his tongue to heighten Martin's pleasure as the younger man placed his hands on Max's head, encouraging him to do the unthinkable and take all eight inches of his meat in his throat. Max needed little more encouragement as he pushed himself down, nuzzling his nose against Martin's pubes as he took the remaining two inches in his mouth. Martin held him there for a few seconds, Max's eyes watering slightly as he swallowed Martin's cock.
Martin released Max's head, prompting Max to make his way back up the lad's shaft as he withdrew his mouth from his cock, strings of saliva attaching his mouth to Martin's dick even after Max had taken his mouth from it. Max spent a few moments wanking Martin's cock with his hand, his strong arms making the other man's knees weak as he struggled to adapt to the ongoing situation, the levels of pleasure that he currently felt far beyond what Martin had ever dreamt possible.
"Now mate, you're gonna regret making me deepthroat your cock. `Cause now you're gonna do the same to mine." Max smiled, clearly taking advantage of the younger lad's naivety.
Max continued to grin as he made his way over to the car lot desk, sweeping all of the paperwork onto the floor to create a clear surface for himself and Martin.
"How about you take the rest of them clothes off, mate?" Max smiled, desperate to get the younger lad naked despite remaining fully clothed himself.
Martin shrugged awkwardly, discarding his jeans, underwear and socks as he walked over to the desk, fully-erect and his arse wiggling as he did so. With encouragement from Max, Martin laid on his back on the desk, his legs dangling off of it due to his sheer size. Max made his way round to one side of the desk, unbuttoning his suit trousers as he let his ten-inch dick fall out of his trousers, settling in perfect alignment with Martin's mouth.
"Open your mouth." Max instructed, leading Martin to open his mouth slightly as the tip of Max's cock entered it.
"Relax your jaw a bit more!" Max smiled, silently impressed that he'd be the first cock to enter Martin's delicious mouth.
Martin did as Max told him, opening his mouth wider as he allowed himself to relax. Closing his lips around the first few inches of Max's meat, Martin thought about how Max had sucked his own cock minutes earlier, trying to replicate his technique as a further four inches of Max's dick entered his mouth.
Martin had never sucked another man's cock before, so, for a beginner, he was impressing himself as he managed to take seven inches of Max's dick, saliva falling from his mouth as he did so. Tilting his head back and forth as he made moved his tongue around Max's cock, he was well-aware that Max would expect him to follow through on his demand that Martin deepthroat his dick. Taking a deep breath, Martin used all of his strength as he forced his head into Max's ginger pubes – his eyes watering as he took the remaining three inches of Max's cock in his mouth like a pro, aware that the saliva that coated Max's cock would soon be used as lube by the older man as Martin prepared to lose his arse virginity.
Max pulled his dick from Martin's mouth, highly impressed by just how well the younger lad had fared. Few people were able to swallow Max's dick whole and no one apart from Martin had one so on their first attempt. However, Max didn't want to praise Martin outwardly: not until he'd robbed the younger man of his arse virginity, anyway!
"Legs up," a fully clothed Max demanded. "Show me that arsehole."
Martin was compliant, lifting his legs to reveal his hole. His arse was hairy, his hole almost disguised by a light mass of brown hair. He'd never so much as inserted his own finger inside there, so Martin was a little bit dubious as to how his tight cunt would recover once it'd been annihilated by Max's cock.
Max pulled Martin forwards by his legs so that he lay at the edge of the table, his hole lined up with Max's cock as he pulled his trousers down slightly, exposing his lightly haired thighs as he did so.
"Max, I've never done this before –" Martin started, only to be interrupted as Max shoved his cock into Martin's hole without warning. Martin's arse tightened as Max thrust himself inside him, every inch sending a shiver down Martin's spine as sweat poured from his head.
"Ah, fuck! Fuck! This is so fucking – ah – good!" Martin moaned as he took his cock in his hand, jerking it as Max continued to pound into his hole.
"Shit you're tight!" Max moaned, not that he minded as the heat of Martin's cunt surrounded his cock as he pushed himself deeper with every thrust.
Fucking Martin raw, Max undid his shirt as he pounded the lad's hole, loosening his tie slightly as his body poured with sweat. Martin moaned with pleasure as he saw Max's body for the first time, his torso exposed by his now unbuttoned shirt.
"Fuck me Max – ah, yeah! Fuck me!" Martin screamed as he continued to work his own cock with his hand, edging closer to orgasm as his prostate was stimulated by Max's cock.
"Ahhh, Martin! Looks, uh, like your cock is enjoying another man, ahh, fucking your hole." Max teased, his own orgasm nearing as he pounded Martin's hole faster.
"It's fucking brilliant." Martin smiled, tilting his head back as Max increased the pace of his fucking.
"What would, uhh, your mates say if, ahh, they saw you like this? Think Kush would enjoy, ahh, watching this?"
"He could, ahh, fuck me too if he wanted! This is the, uhh, best fuck I've ever had!" Martin moaned honestly, the sensation of being fucked by another man far surpassing the orgasms he's had whilst fucking a woman.
"Shit Martin, I'm gonna cum!" Max moaned, shooting seven streams of warm cum into Martin's arse as he did so.
Max leant down for a kiss, silently satisfied that he'd just dumped his load into Martin's tight hole without giving Martin the pleasure of blowing his own load. Martin, however, was able to control himself – knowing full well that Max would be soon fucking him again, after all, it was unlikely he'd be that impressed with himself seeing as Max had only just failed to fuck the cum out of him.
With the pair kissing on the desk, neither of them were aware that their tryst had been witnessed by Jay Brown, who'd come to the car lot to investigate after Max had failed to open up at the garage...