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Rob, standing in the cafe, winked at Todd, who was sharing a quick lunch with Jason. Jason rubbed his gut appreciatively...with Rob's tenting trousers nearly as appreciative.
"Ta, Anna," Jason said through a mouthful as his juicy arse jiggled back to work, Todd soon following, trading one last look with Rob for their impending fuck session...and his own more pained walk a reminder of their last one.
"Far as I'm concerned ya shouldn't even be seen in this place!" Anna screeched as Rob paid her for his mediocre butty.
"Well as far as I'm concerned you should be able to afford a better bra, but it's not up to either of us, is it?" Rob smirked to the dragon lady before walking into the chilly midday air.
After a few steps he ran right into vicar Billy, carrying a large box of canned goods for the homeless.
"Shit!" Billy said as a large can of tomatoes crashed into his new leather shoes. "Sorry..." he said to Rob, bright red. "I'm not supposed to say 'naughty words.'"
"Nothing wrong with being a little naughty," Rob said, deadpan, as he picked Billy's dog collar off the ground, dusting it before gently placing it around Billy's neck.
Billy stared into his soft reassuring brown eyes, mouth slightly open at the tender touch from a man he'd heard so many terrible things about.
"Um...thank you very much," Billy said.
Rob shrugged.
"Rob Connor," he said, extending his hand before he remembered Billy's were full...much like his slacks.
"I've heard of ya," Billy allowed, "but I thought ya were Donovan."
"I was," Rob admitted. "Changed it when I was inside."
"Why?" Billy asked, brow furrowed.
Rob brought him close, whispering in Billy's ear like it was a treasured secret.
"'Cos it annoys the piss outta the Connors...sanctimonious cockroaches, lot of them."
Billy blew out a hot breath, looking at him with concern.
"You shouldn't hold that hate inside, Rob."
Rob nearly shot back, but he knew Billy was genuinely worried for him. A rare good man, rather than another sneering hypocrite of Weatherfield. Obviously a man who'd had a hard time, from his somewhat weathered features, but the toned body under his drab clothes and the kind eyes on his hard face made Rob want to know him better. And split him wide open, but everything had its own time.
"I got somewhere to go later, but why don't I help ya with your...whatever churchy thing you're doing?"
Billy smiled in genuine surprise.
"That would be nice."
"You don't lay hands, do ya?" Rob teased as they walked toward the homeless shelter.
Billy could only laugh...and hope the hardness in his trousers wasn't showing.
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David was bored out of his mind. He knew it was better than being scared, like he was every day that the coppers would bust down his mother's door and dig up the body he, his wife Kylie, and his scatty sister Sarah had buried in the ensuite - but listening to Chesney rattle on about the knockoff CD his deadbeat mum had sent him for Christmas had to be worse.
"I mean...I don't even LIKE Il Divo!" Chesney continued on and on.
"Dunno...a few of 'em are dead fit," David said as he scrunched up his nose at the poor Rovers pint. Sarah was as good at making pints as she was at everything else - shit.
Chesney's eyes widened at David's quip. David was reminded that when Chesney wasn't going around like an old man, he was actually quite cute.
"Love the hair," David teased, tugging at Chesney's sharply gelled ginger locks to get a reaction.
"Oi!" Chesney whined as he tried to put the side part back in place. "Tryin' a new style."
"Never had any style in the first place" David smirked, elbowing Ches playfully. Unfortunately Chesney knocked over a pint glass, leading Sarah to scream and scream, fleeing into the backroom.
"Idiot!" Kylie fumed as she went to do damage control. David loved Kylie, and she was cracking in the sack, but she was a right pain sometimes.
"Maybe we should go say sorry," Chesney said, frowning.
"It's not a big deal," David bluffed, pointing as Liz's MILF mate Erica arrived to take Sarah's place. "See?"
"I dunno," Chesney replied, somberly.
David bent over to clean up the glass, wearing his low-slung khakis. He'd been told more than once that for a scrawny fella, he had a peachy arse, and Chesney's loud gulp at the sight of him with his slacks halfway down and his bright blue boxer briefs on show told him they were right.
He didn't have more time to contemplate on the hypnotic powers of his bum, as Chesney had decided to go and talk to Sarah.
David sprinted to join him, putting a strong hand on his shoulder to whirl him around as they neared the cozy table that was probably older than either of them combined.
"I KILLED HIM! I KILLED HIM!" Sarah was shrieking.
Chesney was just about to ask what was going on - and probably get the whole horrible story of how black-bearded baddie Callum had attacked Sarah before his ex Kylie had clobbered him over the head - when David got desperate.
And by desperate, he meant full-on snog time.
Chesney gulped again, eyes bulging in time with his black jeans, David's hands firm on his flannel shirt.
"Dav -" Chesney tried before David forced his mouth open again, sucking on Chesney's tongue to keep him quiet.
Chesney, who didn't exactly have the most exciting life with girlfriend Sinead, began to respond, his hands squeezing David's backside as his slacks crumpled further down his thighs.
"Upstairs," David mouthed, grasping at Chesney's small but nicely firm cakes before grabbing his hand to race to an empty room. They were lucky that pub owner Steve, along with manageress-and-mum Liz and Steve's wife Michelle, had all gone on holiday following recent traumas (mostly involving Liz's sex life).
A wicked smirk crossed David's face as he shoved Chesney into Liz's room.
"We can't -" Chesney whimpered before David grabbed him by one of his cute, jutting ears and left him on the bed.
Chesney rubbed at his bulge absentmindedly.
"So earplay gets ya goin' eh?" David grinned. "Kinky lad. Keep that in mind," he said, biting Chesney's other ear to get an appreciative moan.
"Get that cock out while I look for some lube."
"Dave," Chesney said, huffing when David pinched his nose to rattle him, "This isn't a good idea."
David rolled his eyes, taking off his graffiti-covered white top to expose his tanned, leanly muscled chest and arms.
"Ches," he said, flatly, getting bored as he ran a hand over his smooth pecs, "If ya wanna go, just go, alright? Otherwise, get nekkid."
Chesney stared from David to the door, the door to David, like a game show gone wrong, before, grumbling, he pulled down his jeans and boring, baggy boxers.
David's jaw dropped at the long, fat piece on display. Now he knew why fittie Katy had stayed with Ches so long...
"Girls don't...they don't know what to do with it," he said, tugging at the slab of beef that barely fit in his palm.
"That's what boys are for," David smugly smiled, pausing his lube hunt to run his tongue up and down Chesney's veiny shaft.
Truth was he had cut his teeth - and still had a sore jaw as a lasting memory - on his best mate of old, pothead Daryl Morton, and his super sized sausage. David had needed every hit he could get to take that meat, but he'd never felt prouder when the last inch had pushed its way in.
He popped open Chesney's shirt buttons, nodding approvingly at the surprisingly well-developed chest, stomach and arms now on display. Pale but pretty to David's eye.
"You look like me put in a microwave," Chesney joked, laugh turning to a yelp when David bit the throbbing vein at the base of his dong.
"Don't try to be funny," David managed between rolling his tongue around Chesney's saggy foreskin. "You're NOT funny."
"Well I think I'm fu---CCCKKK!"
The last was provided by David shoving two cum-stained fingers far up Chesney's virgin arse.
"Shut it," David grunted around the bobbing shaft, glad that Chesney took him as meaning both ends and clenched around his fingers.
They got quiet again, and David could hear the punters downstairs, laughing and joking. He had about half of Chesney in his mouth now, Chesney's surprisingly strong hands tugging at his hair. The only sound was his slobber trailing to the floor, the sound his trousers and boxers made as he slid them to his trainers, the occasional, "So good," and "Good boy," from Ches.
His hole ached as he remembered when Callum had said that, when last summer Callum had used him, passed him around to some of his dodgy mates, as a fuck toy. Being spitroasted in a smelly garage, every part of his body, from toes to tits, sucked and bit until he wanted to cry cum tears. Callum had been so careful, so...loving, probably because he knew that's what would make David want more, keep him up at night, standing over the toilet, sputtering cock in hand as he bit at his arm, wanting Callum and his longdicking and his perfectly trimmed beard scratching at his trembling opening. And it had. Even now...as glad as he was Callum was dead, he missed those fucks.
"I have to let you fuck me," David gasped, picking a bewildered Chesney up and throwing him on Liz's garish pink and black bedcovers.
"W-We can't...ohhh..."
David shut him up by sliding one of her pairs of silk panties up and down Chesney's engorgement, knowing it was one of the greatest sensations a fella could feel.
He wondered what Chesney would look like with a pair on as he kicked his shoes and everything else on his lower half off, happy when the trainer knocked some very expensive lube onto the floor.
Chesney, always a clever lad, now had one pair of panties on his face, licking his pre-cum from the silk as he furiously wanked himself with a fresh pair.
"Dirty boy," David teased after he had slicked himself as best he could, leaving Chesney to scream through white foamy frillies as he slowly but surely sank down on his dong.
Waves hit David, reminding him how long it had been since he'd taken this much dick. He pulled his pud with one hand, the other tearing the skivvies away from Chesney's angelic face to see his ginger hair tossing and turning sweaty against Liz's best duvet, see his freckly chest rising and falling as he let David do the work, David riding and riding like every cowboy who'd ever gotten an urge for todger on the dusty trail.
"David! DAVID!" Kylie screamed through the door, a door David was very glad he'd remembered to lock.
"Just..." David gritted his teeth, long, thin dick near to bursting as he watched the dirty pure Chesney he'd corrupted wanking him off and licking the seed from his fingers, "Just havin' a chat! Be a sec!"
"I'll be countin'! 1...2...3..."
David, panicked, clamped down hard on Chesnsey's furious flesh, sending Chesney burying his entire face in fluffy black pillows as he blew a pent-up load after load after load so far into David's body that he could practically taste it in his throat.
"I'M COMIN KYLIE!!!" he shouted, "OH YEAH!!!" volley after volley splatting Chesney's elfinly gorgeous face, nose, eyes, pretty mouth, heaving chest, smooth pits, and the black pillows, now stained white.
He nearly blacked out as the last spurts from Chesney dribbled down his thighs and onto Chesney's skinny but strong legs. He collapsed, head next to Chesney's, still too groggy and delirious to move.
"Fine, David! I'll see ya at HOME!!" Kylie shouted. He weakly flipped the bird at the door in response.
"David..." Chesney managed through ragged breaths.
David put a finger to his lips.
"Dave..."
David began licking the cum, his own cum, along with Chesney's sweat, off his pits and nose and lips, sharing it with his new lover.
"Dave..."
"WHAT?" David finally yelled, annoyed.
"We're gonna have to change the sheets."
David snorted, tired body soon rolling with laughter. He threw an arm around Chesney, who quickly joined in.
It was the best laugh he'd had in a long time.
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Rob sat back on his hotel suite bed, cigarette in one hand, Todd's phone in the other. Todd had gone to sit in the bath, tired and ready to recover from Rob's very capable and thorough fist.
Hairy pits on display, Rob was relaxed and feeling good...feeling even better when he saw the images on Todd's mobile.
Gary Windass, in what looked to be his bedroom, slowly stripping from his builder's vest, hardhat, white top, skintight blue jeans, work boots, white briefs.
Gary stroking one of the biggest, most delectable cocks Rob had ever seen outside of porn. Hell, even in porn.
Gary bending over, spreading his cheeks to show off a fresh pink hole.
Gary fucking himself with various sizes of dildos, the last one being nearly as big as his own throbber.
"To be continued" was the last shot.
Rob was about to go ask Todd when the man himself strolled in, wearing just a tiny towel.
"So...tell me how ya made THIS happen," he said, tossing the phone to Todd.
Todd proceeded to do just that...