Coronation Street is the property of ITV. I own none of this and I make no profit. None of this has any resemblance to real life or says anything about the actors who play the characters. Read only if you're 18 or older.
Sorry for delays. I will finish up more of the story in earlier chapters later on. This is more recent material.
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Adam Barlow looked at his reflection in the compact his latest female conquest had left behind a few nights earlier. He hadn't been sure if the beard he'd let grow out with recent...personal difficulties would keep his bed empty, but she hadn't seemed to mind. The smattering of fading bruises on his swarthy features didn't hurt either - birds always loved the rugged, dangerous look. So did blokes, even if he wasn't as open in courting them. He didn't have to be, as he had the main gifts they were looking for.
"Don't you have better ways to spend your time than checking your makeup?" Daniel Osbourne spat as he walked past.
"Careful - people'll think you're getting a sense of humor," Adam smirked in his thick Scottish brogue...nearly as much of a puller as his thick Scottish cock.
Through the twisted branches of the Barlow family tree, Daniel was Adam's uncle, even though Adam had several years on him. They'd never actually met until a few months earlier, but the realities of a collapsing global economy - AKA being fucking skint - led them to flat-share. They'd barely managed a friendly conversation since. Adam thought Daniel was a pill, with a perpetually sour face that reminded him of a cartoon dog he used to watch as a kid. Probably most annoying was that Daniel was quite fit, with a lean body and a face like one of those old photographs where no one liked to smile, with floppy hair always getting in his dark eyes. He looked gorgeous when he actually did smile his shy smile. He was someone Adam could have seen himself having fun with - a lot of fun - if he wasn't so bloody dour.
Adam wondered why Daniel was just in his pants, but he soon cottoned on when he smelt the aftershave - Adam's aftershave.
"You're usin' my best cologne..."
Daniel turned back from the bathroom mirror, smugly staring him down.
"Observant as ever."
Adam walked over to the other man, studying the contrast between them in the mirror. Adam was cut, but the tan he normally prided himself on having had faded, since selling drugs and being beaten into the ground didn't leave much time for Ibiza holidays. Daniel was practically an albino, but sizing him up while standing close together, Adam grudgingly admitted that it suited him. He also noted that Daniel had a surprisingly supple arse in his baggy boxers.
"Can't you put some clothes on?" Daniel asked, uneasy with Adam standing next to him wearing only tight white briefs. Adam used to splash out for designer underwear but eventually enough lads and ladies preferred how his tightie whities hugged his juicy arse and fat prick that he went with the crowd favorite.
"I do have clothes on," Adam deadpanned, "I just don't dress like an old man." He smirked at the sight of Daniel in long white boxers with a white shirt tucked into them. "Fuck - I bet even Granddad looks hotter when he takes off his dressing gown. How're you gonna get your dick wet when you look like that?"
Daniel rolled his eyes at the crudeness. "With wit...charm...treating women with the respect they deserve."
Adam rolled his eyes right back. "You mean like that wee cunt at the factory?"
Daniel stopped washing his milky white skin long enough to glare at Adam.
"Sinead isn't a - "
"A what?" Adam teased.
"A...cunt," Daniel squirmed his way into saying, turning red when Adam roared with laughter, his toned stomach rippling.
"Nah - course not. And she's called back, right?"
Daniel's fuming silence was all the answer a bemused Adam needed.
"That was a rebound shag...she'd take any cock she could get."
Daniel glared at him, dark eyes shining with rage.
"Fuck you."
Adam laughed, throwing an arm around Daniel's lean shoulder. "Language, language."
Daniel started to settle into the way the bicep felt around his neck, but quickly shrugged the arm off before he could make it more obvious.
"What are your other tips on having a sex life as depraved and meaningless as yours?"
That really got on Adam's tasty tits, so he decided to really make the other man uncomfortable.
He grasped at the drab cotton covering Daniel's upper torso. Before Daniel could do anything beyond sputter, Adam lifted his top over his head, his hair now in a million directions as his pale chest was exposed in the mirror. Adam was surprised at the amount of development on the lean body, but not too much - still enough to look natural.
"What are yo -"
Adam smirked devilishly, sending Daniel into panic when his boxers were yanked down to his ankles.
"Wanna really get laid? Get your kit off."
Adam wasn't sure what surprised him more - the length of Daniel's shaft, or how quickly it grew to half-hardness after being exposed in humiliating fashion.
"Nice cock," Adam boasted, slapping Daniel's pert arse, grinning when a humiliated Daniel's now fully hard cock slapped against the porcelain sink, pre-cum soaking the cold surface and the bottom of the mirror.
"You are...disgusting," Daniel managed, not with a great deal of conviction. His shock was quickly giving way to full arousal, which Adam just as quickly noticed.
"My my my," Adam grinned, "Maybe we're not so different after all."
His own briefs were tenting by that point, so he shoved them down, his thickness slapping against his treasure trail before jutting out at the other man, an open invitation.
Daniel's mouth was open, nostrils flaring, tussled hair hanging down and sticking up in sections. Adam's dick jumped imagining that mouth pouting up at him as he filled it with his cock.
Adam, testing how far Daniel would let this go, wrapped his hand around Daniel's rigid shaft, smirk fading into a more genuine grin as he felt the sensitive shaft pulsate in his soft grip, heard Daniel's whimper at the forbidden touch.
There were a million snide comments on the tip of Adam's tongue, but all he could think was how much he wanted to shove his tongue down Daniel's throat, the flustered, heavy-lidded man now licking his lips, staring at Adam with the full force of emotions he usually kept hidden.
Adam, more nervous than he ever thought he'd be with another man, put Daniel's trembling fingers over his shaft. Long, smooth fingers, perfectly manicured compared to Adam's rougher nails. Daniel bit his lush lower lip as Adam's strokes became more frantic.
"We-we shouldn't be doing this..." Daniel said, his lust-deepened cadence sending another blob of pre-cum from Adam's bell end onto his wrist. He couldn't help licking his lips at the image of Adam's pink mushroom head, his saggy foreskin retracted. He imagined his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh.
"Done this before?" Adam managed in a voice so low Daniel could barely remember how to form words.
"Y-Yeah," Daniel admitted, "with a mate. We did...we did loads."
"Like you ever had mates," Adam teased, before he finally gave into temptation and, cupping the back of Daniel's head, pulled the other man into a breathless kiss.
Daniel was surprised at the tenderness of the kiss, even as Adam's patchwork beard scraped and singed his chin. He hated Adam, arrogant and selfish to the core, and he knew somewhere inside him Adam was going to pull back and laugh at him, smirk that damn smirk, tell him he was a mug.
He knew, but he still let down his guard, pulled Adam closer, his length on top of Adam's girth, resting in his hot hand as his other hand rested on Adam's shapely bottom.
Adam did pull back to smirk, but the insults Daniel dreaded never came. Instead he bit at Daniel's chin, smiled at him as his own meaty paw caressed Daniel's pert arse, cupping both cheeks in his big hands.
"We're gonna have some fun here..." he hissed between his perfect teeth as he squeezed, cheshire cat grin at the lustful yelp from the other man's long neck.
Before they could go beyond another kiss, they were interrupted by pounding on the door.
Adam, glowering in place of warm lust, gave Daniel's length a goodbye tug before he stormed over to the door.
"Who the fuck is it?"
"It's Luke! I heard what you said to Maria!"
Adam sighed. He'd been 'dating' Maria (mostly just shagging her) until he'd learned about her sleeping with chunky alpha fittie Aidan Connor - a man who got right on his tits, and not in the way Adam liked. He'd called her a few names he probably shouldn't have, but if it got her gorgeous ex-boyfriend fuming on his doorstep, he wasn't going to complain.
"Are ya alone?"
"Yeah."
Adam threw his door open, enjoying a gobsmacked Luke's reaction to seeing him wearing nothing but his trademark smirk, at half-mast. Just to emphasize the point, he slapped his dick as Luke stumbled into the room, making it clear what the night would be about.
"What - "
Adam pulled Luke into a noisy kiss, bored with him talking and more interested in getting to the lean body under those baggy clothes. The jacket was off in no time, the shirt half-undone soon after, letting Adam toy with his sensitive, large pink-brown nipples and tug at his wiry, thin coat of chest hair.
"I saw your videos..." Adam whispered in Luke's ear, biting it as Luke shuddered twice over, once at the sharpness and once at the memories of being deep-dicked and unknowingly filmed by his former mate turned enemy Jamie. "And I know you've had Andy's dick up ye too."
"H-How?" Luke asked, panicked, as Adam tore down his baggy jeans and boxers.
"You just told me," Adam laughed, eyes bright with gleeful desire as Luke's big dick slapped against his flat belly, showing him just how much Luke wanted this to happen.
Adam wanted to taste those veins against his tongue, spitshine the thick mushroom head, but he had other hungers first. He laid flat on his bed, making his point clear.
"Stick that big black cock in my fat white arse," Adam ordered, burying his face deep in his pillow, muffling his dirty chuckle, soon followed by a dirty moan when Luke crawled onto the edge of the bed, slapping Adam's cheeks with his turgid shaft.
Cool air brushed against his cheeks as Luke began working long, callused fingers, soaked with precum and saliva, into his practiced but still tight hole. Adam squeezed on the fingers, giving a happy Luke a preview of what his thick shaft would feel like snug inside Adam.
Adam turned his head and saw Daniel, still naked, slowly emerging from the bathroom. Daniel was so good at staying quiet Adam wondered if he'd done this before. His mind soon stopped thinking when he was transfixed by the sight of Daniel's soft, pale, long fingers wrapped around Luke's long, brown neck, their mouths connecting as Daniel shared a deep kiss with the startled man. Whether Luke was startled at another man being in the room, or at Daniel and Adam being related, Adam didn't know - he'd try to ask once Luke's tongue wasn't being sucked on as desperately as he and Daniel would be sucking on his horse meat later in the night.
As Adam rubbed his thickness against the sheets, he groaned at the feel of one long tongue inside his arsehole, and another, more tentative tongue - likely Daniel's - licking his trimmed low-hangers.
He knew this would be a good night.
What he didn't know was that Luke wouldn't be the only surprise guest that night...