EastEnders: Filth On The Square, Part 4
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. EastEnders and the characters involved are copyright of the BBC.
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It had been three months since Ben Mitchell has taken his best mate Jay's dick, and the pair had never mentioned it since.
In the three months that had passed a lot had happened to Ben though - he'd fallen in love with Paul Coker, had a lot of sex with him (often risky, outdoor shags and rough role play scenarios), and then there love had been tragically cut short when Paul was murdered.
It was now a month since Ben had lost Paul and he was left feeling angry, broken and lost.
Someone else on the square who'd been having a bad time recently was Lee Carter. He'd been suffering from depression for some time now and then, to top it all, his fianc‚ Whitney had recently lost their baby.
Ben and Lee were both lost in their own angry worlds as they made their way through the Square one afternoon, so it was neither lad's fault when the pair of them walked straight into one another outside the Vic.
'Watch where you're going you dickhead,' said Ben, angrily.
'Who the fuck are you calling a dickhead?' responded Lee, shoving the Mitchell lad.
Ben puffed his shoulders up and got right in Lee's face and taunted: 'You wanna make something of this do ya Carter? Come on then big man.'
Lee squared up back to Ben, and was about to lay into him, but quickly came to his senses.
'Mate, what are we playing at? Me and you are in the same boat. We've both had a really shit time and we should be supporting each other, not scrapping.'
Ben looked taken aback for a moment, then smiled apologetically and reached out his hand, which Lee gladly shook.
'I dunno about you mate, but I could really do with getting smashed,' said Ben. Fancy joining me?'
It was now Lee's turn to smirk, as he responded: 'That's the best fucking idea I've heard all day!'
The pair headed to the R&R bar and found an empty table in the corner and wasted no time in lining up the drinks.
Four hours later and the lads had each consumed six pints, three Jagerbombs, four Sambucas and they were both now on their third double vodka and coke.
'You are a fucking legend Ben!' Lee slurred, as he gave his new mate a hug for about the tenth time that evening. You're the only person who gets me, Whitney don't understand the pain I'm going through.'
It was now Ben's turn to hug Lee, as he said: 'Me and you need to stick together. I've got your back mate. I reckon I could tell you anything.'
'Go on then mate,' responded Lee. 'Tell me something that you don't reckon you could tell anyone else.'
Ben thought about it for a minute. 'There is something mate, but it's really bad and I reckon if I told you you'd think I was a right twat.'
'Go on mate, tell me, I won't judge you,' responded Lee.
Ben looked apprehensive, but decided to be honest.
'The thing is... since Paul died I've been so angry, so lonely, so sad... all emotions that I'd expect to feel. But the one thing which I really don't understand is.... I've also been permanently horny.
'I thought the grief would mean that sex would be the last thing on my mind. But I'm literally horny 24/7... watching porn, wanking, checking out lads on the square... I just don't get it.'
Lee smirked and said 'You dirty fucker!', but he then looked more sympathetic as he said 'I get you 100 per cent though mate. When my depression got really bad and I was signed off work, I thought sex would be the last thing on my mind, but some days I had five wanks... no word of a lie!
'And since Whitney lost the baby, she's understandably got no interest in sex, but I feel like I'm a walking hard on! I keep having to run to the bathroom for a sneaky wank. I even had to knock one off in a public toilet the other day!'
'Thank fuck for that!' laughed Ben. 'I was seriously starting to think there was something wrong with me!'
'So, erm...' said Lee apprehensively. 'Actually forget it.'
'Na mate, go on,' said Ben. 'You can ask me anything.'
'It's a bit insensitive, but I was just gonna say...since Paul has there been anyone else?'
Ben looked down for a minute, before responding truthfully: 'I've been on Grindr loads and I've had quite a few FaceTime wanks with lads. Last week I did go to meet this one guy... but he went to kiss me and I freaked out and walked out.
'I don't wanna kiss someone or be romantic... I just want filthy, raw, angry, sex. '
'I get that completely mate,' responded Lee, honestly. So what kind of stuff do you wanna do then mate?'
'It's weird,' responded Ben. 'Normally I love nothing better than getting used by a dirty guy, but at the moment I really wanna be the dominant one. I wanna have a scrap with a cocky fucker in an alleyway that ends with me fucking his arse and showing him who's boss. A proper sleazy, dirty, rough shag.'
Lee looked a bit embarrassed and then laughed, as he said: 'Wow, you really are horny, ain't ya mate!'
Ben laughed and said he was heading to the bar to get another drink so Lee decided to take the opportunity to head for a piss. He stood at the urinal and got his soft cock out of the fly of his jeans and started to piss.
It was Lee's first visit to the bogs for a few hours, so there was a long, heavy stream of piss to be released.
As the Carter lad started pissing hard, his drunken mind wandered to his conversation with Ben, and he started to imagine his cocky mate pounding some fella's arse down some grim back alley. Lee was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice his cock growing in his hands, past the semI stage and not far from it's full 8 inch length.
Lee also failed to notice Jack Branning walk in the bogs and take his place at the urinal next to Lee. Jack unzipped the fly of his tight fitting grey trousers and flopped his impressive meat out - it was easily five inches soft, with a decent girth. Jack had always known he was seriously hung, just like his brother Max, and he had always been mega proud of his package.
Jack started pissing hard, but was soon distracted when he turned and spotted the state of the lad next to him.
'Fucking hell Lee, someone is seriously in need of some action tonight!' laughed Jack.
Lee gasped, as though woken from a deep dream, and for the first time saw Jack standing next to him. As he processed what the older lad has said, he looked down to realise for the first time that his cock was solid.
Panicking, Lee started desperately trying to think of excuses.'
'Alright Jack mate, didn't see you there, was in a world of me own! Did you see the blonde bird on the dancefloor in the tiny skirt? She keeps checking me out and I was just imagining sticking my hand up her pants and looks like I got a bit excited! ha ha.'
Lee then started to frantically shove his erect cock back into his black CK boxers, not caring about the fact that he was dribbling the last remnants of his piss onto the material of his pants.
As he zipped up his fly he frantically tried to smooth down his obvious bulge before heading back out.
'Dirty fucker,' laughed Jack. Don't worry mate, we've all been there - I got an inappropriate boner at the gym the other day when I was checking out this fit bird. Couldn't shift it and ended up having to go to the changing room for a quick wank! Almost got caught by Kush!'
The thought of Jack being caught wanking at the gym by Kush would usually be enough to make Lee's cock completely soft, but for some reason it simply made his dick grow even harder than before.
'Why don't you go in the cubicle for a quick wank?' laughed Jack. 'Before you do some damage with that thing!'
'Na, it's all good mate!' said Lee, embarrassed as, with two hands over his crotch, he headed back out to his table, hoping that nobody would spot his bulge in the darkly lit club.
'You've been ages mate!' said Ben, ordering Lee to join him for another shot.
Lee felt his cheeks reddening as Jack Branning walked towards their table.
'Make sure you keep an eye on your mate ay Ben,' said Jack. 'He's got the alcohol horn tonight and he's a walking hard on! Don't let him doing anything he'll regret tomorrow!'
Once Jack had left, Ben looked at Lee confused and asked 'What the fuck was that all about.'
Lee continued to look embarrassed as he told the lie again, about the blonde bird with the short skirt. Ben couldn't help but look down at Lee's crotch as he talked about his bulge, and noticed that he was still clearly stiff.
A couple more hours passed, tonnes more alcohol was consumed, but only one thought remained in Lee's head. Eventually he could take it no more and had to say something.
'Ben mate... I've been thinking about what you said before.'
'What part?' asked Ben, drunkenly confused.
'Erm... about you wanting to have an angry, outdoor fuck... about how you wanna take out your anger on some poor lad's arse...' As Lee said it, he could feel his shaft stiffening once again.
'Oh yeah?!' smirked Ben, 'What about it?!!'
'Well erm... I kind of get what you mean. With all the shit I've been going through, I just wanna feel SOMETHING at the moment... so I reckon we could help each other out.'
'Mate Ive got no idea what you're talking about,' laughed Ben.
'Fucking hell.' said Lee, exasperated. 'What I'm trying to say is.. I mean, I'm totally straight and I love Whitney... but if you want, I could help you out. When we leave here, I could start on you, get you angry... and you could.... well you know...'
Ben sat for a minute, open mouthed. 'Is this a fucking joke Lee? Are you taking the piss out of me?'
'Na, I aint, I swear,' responded Lee. 'We've established I'm permanently horny too... but I'd never cheat on Whit with another bird.
'You wanna put some lad in his place... I wanna feel something, anything... so what better way that by being putting in my place and totally degraded?'
Ben feels his cock start to stir in his jeans... but he still can't figure out if Lee is messing with him.'
'I don't get where this is coming from though... you've never had anything in your arse before...'
'Lee laughed awkwardly. 'It's not just gay guys who like stuff up their arses Ben. I've fingered my hole for as long as I can remember... and whenever I've got the house to myself I always shove Whit's dildo deep inside me.'
He continued: 'And you know I told you what happened with Jack in the bogs... I wasn't thinking about the blonde bird... I was thinking about what you said and imagining you fucking someone in the alley. I've been thinking about it all night.'
Ben downs his drink and stood up. I'm going outside. I'll be in the alley at the back of the club. If you're serious head out in a minute and start on me.'
With that Ben walked out.
Lee's cock was hard in his pants again. The bulge was quite clearly visible now, but he was past caring. He stood up and headed outside. He could see from a distance Ben was leaning against the wall in the alley smoking. Nobody else was around. 'Here goes' he thought to himself.
Lee strode over and shouted 'Oi, queer boy. You got a spare fag?'
Ben puffed his shoulders up, as he did earlier in the day, and said 'What did you just fucking say?'
Lees face looked nasty as fuck, as he said 'I was just asking the fag if he's got a spare fag?'
Ben inhaled the cigarette and blew the smoke out directly into Lee's face. Ben then stubbed the cigarette out on his mate's shirt, burning a hole in the material, before giving a nasty laugh.
Lee looked genuinely pissed off about the hole burnt into his expensive checked shirt. He filled his mouth with spit and gobbed directly into Ben's face, leaving his spit running down Ben's cheeks, some even going into his mouth.
'You're gonna regret doing that to my shirt,' said Lee nastily, grabbing the back of Ben's head and pulling him down so it's level with his crotch.
Ben was overcome with horniness and started roughly groping at Lees jeans. Unable to control himself, he undid Lee's belt and roughly yanked his jeans down. Lee's black CK boxers were doing little to hide his massive boner, which Ben started to lick through the material of his pants.
'Fuck yeah' said Lee, enjoying the first contact his dick had had for some time.
Ben pulled the uncut cock out the bottom right of Lee's pants. He was pleasantly surprised how big it was... just over eight inches in length and a decent girth. Ben was also pleasantly surprised by how unkept the area is... Lee had a thick, messy brown bush and hairy balls, Ben could see piss stains on his pants and the whole area had a seriously musky stench. Ben was in heaven.
Ben peeled Lee's foreskin back and started to softly suck his dick, while his hands went up the back of Lee's boxers and explored his arse, which was pale, with a light dusting of light brown hair.
As he felt Lee's cock grow even harder in his mouth, Ben was lost in the moment and got to work on sucking it like a pro. At that moment he could quite easily have submitted to Lee, but he quickly remembered that he was meant to be the one dominating. Ben looked up and noticed Lee had his eyes closed, so Ben took advantage of the situation and surprised him.
Ben jumped up and threw Lee roughly against the wall. He roughly ripped open the front of Lee's checked shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere, then saw an opportunity for payback as he spat hard in Lee's face, before saying menacingly: 'Now who's the queer boy, ay?'
Lee looked shocked, and was annoyed about his shirt, however he found himself unable to protest as inside he was the most turned on he'd ever been in his life.
Ben roughly turned Lee round and slapped his arse through the black CKs. He then pulled them down and continued to slap Lee's bare arse, repeatedly, leaving harsh red marks.
Ben's cock was uncomfortably hard in his pants, so he pulled down his own jeans, then quickly pulled off his sweaty grey Armani boxer briefs. He passed them to Lee and whispered in his ear: 'You may need these to bite on when I'm banging your cunt'.
The phrase made Lee cock the hardest it had ever been, as he took a deep sniff of Ben's musky pants.
Ben bit hard on Lee's neck, leaving a mark, as he roughly stuck two fingers up Lee's bare hole. Despite having had a dildo up it quite a few times, Lee's arse was unbelievably tight, which made Ben's cock leak pre-cum with anticipation.
Ben rubbed his solid cock against Lee's tight hole and the Carter lad asked 'Have you got a jonny mate?'
Ben smirked and whispered in Lee's ear 'I'm sticking it up you raw'.
Lee wanted to protest.. but he was too horny... and if wass completely honest with himself that was exactly the answer he was hoping to hear.
With no lube to hand, Ben spat down onto his cock a few times and started rubbing it more furiously against Lee's bum. Without warning, he then started sticking his full 7.5 inch rod inside Lee's hole.
'Fucking hell' shouted Lee, taken by surprise. Ben roughly shoved his sweaty pants in Lee's gob, before he alerted the whole square to their secret shagging. 'Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt,' whispered Ben aggressively into his ear.
Ben contemplated being gentle, but quickly decided against it, instead ramming his rod deep up inside Lee's tight hole.
The sensation was like nothing Lee had ever experienced before, even the dildo couldn't have prepared him for this. As he chewed down hard on Ben's sweaty pants, Lee's muffled groans could be heard.
Ben started fucking like a pro, hard, rough and raw, and within minutes he was hitting Lee's prostate and his heavy balls were banging hard into Lee's hairy cheeks.
As he fucked his mate senseless, Ben's hands started to wonder.... his right wanking Lee's solid dick, and his left tweaking Lee's sensitive nipples. Meanwhile, his face was in the back on Lee's neck, sucking the life out of it and leaving his mark.
Drunken Ben had no idea of his own strength or force and Lee took the pants out of his mouth and begged with his mate to slow down.
'My arse cant take this, you're so fucking rough,' whispered Lee.
'Don't be such a fucking pussy,' laughed Ben, 'you said you wanted to feel something. Now shut up and take it like a man.'
With that, Ben made a point of fucking even more rapidly, like a dog on heat.
Ben knew he was close, but decided not to warn Lee, and to instead give him the surprise of his life.
Minutes later, Ben was shooting load after load of hot cum deep inside his mate.
'You cant cum in me,' said Lee.
'Oops, too late, laughed Ben.
'You fucking dirty cunt.'
Yup,' says Ben, cockily. 'That's me.'
Ben pulled his cock, which was still standing tall and heavily leaking cum, out of Lee's hole. He pulled up his jeans and started to buckle them up.
'What about me,' inquired Lee innocently.
''You can sort yourself out,' laughed Ben, going to walk off.
Lee looked crestfallen, but Ben turned round and said Only joking!'
With that, Ben got down on his knees in front of Lee.
Ben's hands wondered round to Lee's arse and Ben started fingering his own cum, which was starting to drip out of Lee's arsehole, back up inside him.
Lee started furiously wanking and knew he was close. Like Ben though, he decided to give no indication when he was ready and it wasn't long before he was shooting three big loads over Ben - one over his hair, one on his face and the other into his mouth.
Ben licked his lips then wiped his face on Lees ripped shirt.
Lee pulled up his jeans and stood there, taking in everything that has just happened. He looked a right state - his expensive shirt ripped and covered in cum, his hairy belly on show, Ben's cum dripping out of his hole and staining his black CK boxers, while n his hands were Ben's dirty pants.
Do you want these back?' Lee shouted after Ben, but he was secretly pleased when Ben responded 'Na mate. You can keep them as a souvenir.'
Ben looked round and smirked as he caught Lee taking another deep sniff of them.'
Lee shoved the pants in his pocket and, checking nobody was around, started darting around trying to get home without anyone caching him in this state.
Little did Ben and Lee realize, however, that another Albert Square resident had watched everything - and had been filming every bit of the action on their phone.