This is a fictional story, based on Hollyoaks that I have no involvement in. It does not imply anything about the sexuality or relationships of any characters or actors involved. It doesn't follow the storylines of Hollyoaks rigidly, but will be influenced by it. All actors are over 17, and the character's are all age of consent or older.
Multiple scenes/couplings in this one, hope you like.
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Life settled down in Hollyoaks Village, as the residents recovered from there adventures.
Hunter and Prince ate their Chinese, laughing and joking about how hot it had been to fuck Romeo like that. Neither mentioned how their eye contact made the experience hotter. They just talked about how good it felt. Neither mentioned the way the dicks felt pressed together, gliding over each other as they thrust. They talked about how they couldn't wait to do it again.
Prince never mentioned seeing Romeo fuck Hunter in the shower, even though Hunter knew Prince must know. Hunter never mentioned listening to Prince suck and lick their cum out of Romeo's ass, even though Prince wasn't sure Hunter slept through it. They just talked about everything else, other than what they wanted to talk about.
Lucas was in his room, thinking over the events that afternoon. He hadn't expected to get fucked by Charlie, but couldn't deny it was hot as hell. He'd gone up to shower, leaving the guys to leave. He'd then dried off, before lying in his bed, naked. He'd begun messaging Charlie and Mason, trying to start up a conversation about bringing John Paul in on their fun. Both hadn't responded, so Lucas threw his phone down in frustration.
Lucas had looked over at his wardrobe before deciding to try something he'd though about but never tried. He went across to the wardrobe, opening it up and searching a bag at the back, before finding what he was looking for. He returned to the bed, holding a large dildo in his hand. He'd found this months ago, and stolen it from his dad. He'd been so nervous about taking it, he'd hidden it for two weeks, waiting to see if it was found. When he was sure Ste wouldn't find it, he picked it out and sat at his desk holding it, studying it. It was so big in his hands, and looked so realistic, with the veins detail on the side.
What Lucas didn't know, it was actually a replica of John Paul's dick that him and Ste had made, a couple of hookups ago. John Paul had no idea that Ste had kept it, but the man had been unable to throw it away, regularly using it on himself. He'd been frantic when he realised it went missing, but couldn't confront anyone without admitting he'd lost it. He'd searched the whole house, even the wardrobe, but hadn't found it.
Lucas had sat at his desk, dressed in trackies and vest, as he held it in his hands. He began licking it, before taking it in his mouth. He didn't especially like the taste, but the feel of it in his mouth he enjoyed. He moved it in and out of his mouth, trying to take more in but gagged each time it hit his throat. He'd rushed to put the dildo away when he heard Leah and Ste return home. Whenever he was alone though, he'd take the dildo back out, getting better and better at taking it in his mouth, until he was able to swallow all of it. He began to wank off at the same time, imagining it was John Paul he was sucking, and he began to eat his cum off his fingers after cumming, imagining it was John Paul's. He'd started to think of trying to fuck himself with it, when he heard John Paul and Charlie together.
As he lay on his back, he covered the dildo in some handcream he used to wank with next to the bed, and then raised his legs. Placing it at his hole, still a little tender from his fucking earlier, he slowly pushed it in. The end slipped in slowly, popping into his ass, causing him to gasp out before he resumed pushing it in. It felt so much bigger than Charlie, and Lucas missed the heat of a real dick, but he was determined to push on. He continued pushing, his ass swallowing the dildo until it all rested in his ass. Lucas led there, enjoying the feeling. He began to move it in an out of himself, but couldn't get the position right to feel as good as when Charlie fucked him. He decided to shift postition, moving so he was sat over the side of the bed, grinding his ass down onto the dildo. This meant the dildo brushed over his prostate, causing him to cry out. He began to move up and down, slightly and wanked his dick at the same time.
He didn't see Romeo had arrived, and was watching him fuck himself on the dildo. Romeo had not even realised why he had come here, but found himself standing outside the house after leaving the McQueen twins. When he'd walked in, he moved to Lucas' room as if by autopilot. Now as he watched Lucas fuck himself on the dildo, Romeo felt his ass twitch, before deciding he'd have to check online about getting himself one.
At the Osbourne's Darren had awoken to feel someone pressed to his back, a dick poking at his ass. Groaning, Darren shifted away, rolling over to see Charlie stir awake. He watched Charlie slowly open his eyes, before leaning in and kissing him softly. Charlie returned the kiss, before smiling at Darren, both holding each other close. "So the chat with John Paul went well then?" Charlie asked, grinning.
Darren blushed deeply and explained what had happened. How after talking John Paul had let slip what had happened after John Paul left, that John Paul had fucked Darren bent over the sofa when Ollie walked in and found them. He described how they'd all ended up here, Darren fucking Ollie, before Ollie fucked Darren. Charlie listened as Darren explained, his dick growing harder with every word. He kissed Darren when he finished talking, pulling their bodies together. "Can I?" He asked, before Darren nodded, rolling over as Charlie moved against his back. With Ollie's cum still there, Charlie was able to push in easily, gently fucking Darren. He rocked his hips, as he nibbled across Darren's ear, Darren accepting he was yet again being fucked. Charlie thrust faster into the used hole, gripping Darren's side for leverage, realising he'd never tire of fucking. After 5 minutes, he thrust deep, shooting into Darren, the older man groaning out as he took yet another load up his ass.
Charlie pulled out, and rolled Darren onto his back, taking Darren's dick into his hand. He began to describe his own afternoon, starting with Lucas and Mason, before detailing his time with Mason. Darren was angry that Charlie had kept the fact of the audio recording from him, but as Charlie continued to jerk him, he calmed down and listened to the story. Charlie began to suck and lick his dick during the story, causing Darren to lose track of the story, but turned on as he listened. Charlie began scooping some cum from Darren's ass, rubbing it into the thick shaft in his hand. As he described the '69' Mason and he had finished with, he moved to straddle Darren. Before Darren had even realised, Charlie began to lower himself onto Darren's coke can of a dick. Wider than any he'd taken, it hurt at first, but Charlie used the collection of cum to persevere. His hole swallowed the dick, as Darren held the boys thighs, Charlie's eyes boring into Darren's as he sank down.
It didn't take long, but when he was fully in, Charlie took a moment to breath deep. He began bucking his hips onto Darren, pushing his dick into his ass, as he fucked himself onto Darren. Darren could only groan, looking up at Charlie as he bounced on his dick. He had to admit, it was incredibly erotic to watch his son fuck himself onto his dick. He sat up, taking a nipple into his mouth as Charlie gripped his head, and began rocking his hips to meet Charlie's downward thrusts. Darren came quickly, it was just to much to take knowing he was doing this with Charlie, and he fired up into his son. Darren held Charlie, as both men kissed and came down from their orgasmic high, before they collapsed to their sides, Darren spooning against Charlie's back now. Charlie laughed gently, before saying, "What a weekend."
Darren pulled him tighter as he laughed along. "What a fucking great weekend."
Charlie held onto Darren's arms, not wanting him to let go. "So, about John Paul. You think he can be convinced to fuck around with me and my friends."
This got Darren laughing loudly. Turning over to look at him Charlie was confused, before Darren said, "Charlie, you managed to fuck your Dad, twice. I don't think you'll have any trouble getting John Paul to do anything." Charlie punched him lightly on the arm, before the men began tickling each other, their laughs growing louder as they fought.
Mason was sat on the sofa downstairs, watching Ethan move about the kitchen. He'd panicked when he heard Ethan get home, scared that he'd run into Charlie. Ethan had not said anything though, only busied himself around the house, chatting casually to Mason. When Ethan went upstairs, Mason took the chance to straighten out his clothes and make sure he looked OK. While upstairs, Ethan crept into Mason's room to look around and confirm his suspicions. He could immediately smell the scent of sex in the room, and the bed was a mess. As he bent down he picked up a pair of boxers from the floor, one completely different in style to the one's Mason wears. He placed them to his face, breathing in the smell deeply. He dropped them back to the floor, realising Charlie had likely left them behind on purpose, promising to have a word next time he saw him.
Sam came home as Ethan moved downstairs, and they chatted briefly, before Sam went upstairs to change. He was stripping off his uniform as he walked past Masons door, he couldn't help but look in, pausing as he took in the messed up bed. Remembering the sight of the boys from earlier, he caught sight of the boxers next to the bed. He checked no-one had followed him, before diving into the bedroom and grabbing them from the floor, running back out quickly. He headed for the bathroom, and looked down at the boxers in his hands. They didn't seem to be Mason's, so they must be Charlie's that had been left behind. Sam raised them to his face, as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick. He began to jerk off as he sniffed the musky boxers. He'd always got off on this, usually settling for a pair of his own after work, but had even grabbed a few pair's from the station if found left unattended. He'd even once grabbed Ethan's, the fact that they were related only increasing the rush he felt.
This was similar. Ethan and Mason were only downstairs so Sam had to be quick, so he jerked faster, breathing in the scent from the boxers. His arm became a blur as he pictured himself peeling the boxers off Charlie, breathing in his scent straight from the source as Sam imagined planting his face into his ass. He pushed them into his mouth as he came, muffling his moan as he painted his hand in his seed. He stood there, boxers still in his mouth as his heartbeat slowed down, before he snapped out of his daze. Acting quickly, he removed the boxers then licked his hand clean, and zipped back up. He poked his head out to the hall, making sure the coast was clear, before darting down and throwing the boxers back onto Mason's floor, rushing back to his room as he heard someone coming up the stairs.
Mason saw Sam's door close, but thought nothing as he went into his room, closing the door. As he looked around at the state of his room, he hoped Ethan and Sam had only thought it was a normal teenagers mess, and not a sign of the sex that had taken place hours ago. As he straightened up the bed, he noticed Charlie's boxers on the floor. He snatched them up to hide them, before pausing. They were wet to the touch, which was odd. Why would they be wet? He threw them into a drawer, hiding the evidence.
Hope you like this one. Wanted to tie up some stories, and get some situations set up for next chapters. Yes, Sam will be getting involved. Yes, John Paul is having more fun with some former students of his. Next though, Joel is about to join the sexual antics of Hollyoaks. With who though? Keep requests coming, they're all considered