Eastenders belongs to the BBC. The actors sexualities are not reflected in the characters. This is only a fantasy. Don't read if you aren't over 18, over the age of majority in your area, or have a problem with naked men pawing each other.
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Another day, another drudge in the garage. A part of Jamie had looked forward to taking over for Phil, proving he was as tough as any other Mitchell. Now, everywhere he looked, he saw Dan towering over him, leering, tearing at Jamie's tousled hair as his overpowering organ was bathed and worshipped.
Dan had brought out so many emotions Jamie had never wanted to face before, but the one that distracted him the most was the lust for men. Jamie had noticed guys, snogged and shagged with a few, but now the desire had barged into every thought. Called over to the fruit stand this morning, he'd stared at Mark Fowler's lumpy bulge and shapely jean arse instead of listening to Zoe's babble. Walking to work, he'd danced in Beppe's sparkling brown eyes, waited until he was a good distance away to zero in on Beppe's bouncy Italian cheeks, begging to be squeezed. Seeing the large meat in that bastard Steve Owen's suit trousers made him want to pry apart those tight cheeks and...
"Boss! Boss! Wake up!"
Ripped out of his thoughts, Jamie saw Garry Hobbs standing in front of him. Garry who hadn't even bothered to pick up a phone long enough to say why he was too lazy to come to work that day. Garry was a good target to vent his rage on.
"Where have you been all sodding day? I've only got two hands!"
Garry backed into a car, arms crossed at his waist, face glazed over as he tried to stammer out an explanation.
"I-I had to help Lynne...she burnt her hand in the cafe. Hurt like the Dickens."
Jamie smirked at him, running his hand across the door of the red sports car.
"That's funny, cause Zoe didn't mention Lynne burning her hand."
Jamie swallowed his laugh at Garry's fidgeting, his sweaty hand scratching the back of his dirty blonde, close-cropped hair.
"That's cause she ain't been told yet."
The bloke was so stupid. Jamie didn't understand how Lynne put up with him. The looks didn't hurt. Boyish face on a man's body. Fleshy skin with brown eyes that always looked half-shut. Wide shoulders and a thin waist, honed on a life of labor instead of the gym. Nice bulge popping out of his jeans, too small to get him noticed but too big to flat-out ignore.
Nodding, licking his lips as he looked the nervous man up and down, Jamie had an idea.
"Turn around."
Confused, even more than usual, Garry did as he was told, giving Jamie a full view of the goods, buried in denim but not for long.
"Take off your pants."
Garry spun back around, red-cheeked and mouth dropped open.
"Oi, you lost your mind?"
The space between them narrowed as Jamie reached out, palm massaging Garry's flat belly as he stepped forward.
"Whole lot less than what you'll lose. I'm gonna level here. Take off your pants, or you're fired."
Garry shoved his hand away, making a humph noise in his throat that came out more like a squeal.
"You can shove this job, Boy Mitchell. You're a sick puppy."
Jamie wrapped three fingers tightly around a belt loop, halting Garry's attempt to walk out. His other hand cupped the flaccid bulge of his shifty mechanic.
"If you don't drop your pants, I'm gonna tell Lynne about all the girls you fuck behind her back."
Garry opened his mouth, shut it again, raised a finger, put it back down, then began avoiding eye contact.
"I'll take that as a yes. Lean against the car."
Garry did as he was told, Jamie reaching around to pinch at his clothed nipples, sliding his fingers down to slowly, seductively unfasten the immobile man's belt. A quick unzip dropped the jeans around his ankles. Jamie raked his lusty eyes across the black briefs, stretched across the plush, pale cheeks.
Gripping the black fabric draped across his meaty hip, Jamie yanked, the briefs stretching, then tearing in half. As Jamie's cock rose to full mast, Garry's bumped against the red car door, bending, staining the shine with clear, greasy droplets.
Running his fingers over the back end of his new, unwitting lover, Jamie was amazed by the plushness, the pillowiness of the snow-white cheeks. The blessings of genetics as much, more than exercise. The delicious bubble butt trailed off into leanly muscled, strong thighs, loose, low-hangers drooping under the thighs. Jamie scraped his thumb nail down the sweaty, golden-haired crack, Garry gasping and leaking a fresh pre-load against the tinted window.
He groaned instead of gasping, mewling into his arm, when Jamie kneeled down, spreading the doughy cheeks. Venturing further, Jamie pressed his nose against the man-hole, inhaling the fresh scent of soap and shit. Truly brave, he swabbed the deep-set crack from stem to stern with his eager, stuttering tongue, dipping as far as he could to taste the most secret juices. Garry's final moan erupted from his throat, Jamie quickly wrapping a hand around Garry's thick hose to slow him down. His own dick began medium-sized tremors against his soaked boxers.
Standing up, Jamie hurriedly lowered his jeans and boxers, gliding his engorged, demanding manhood up and down Garry's slippery, quivering virgin hole. By the time he'd pushed only the first inch in that vise-grip, he exploded, coating the insides with fresh paint. He pulled out in time to gush a final load over the massive buns, warm semen dripping to the backs of Garry's knees.
Turning Garry, Jamie looked up into his sleepy brown eyes. Apprehension on the fringes, replaced by desire. Feeling beefy fingers stroking behind his ears, urging him forward, Jamie complied, suckling the sensitive mushroom head into his mouth. Using his index finger to trace the sensitive underside, Jamie slowly moved back and forth on Garry's cock, finally managed to deep-throat his 8 inches.
Cursing and panting, Garry dumped load after load in the eager mouth, finally sinking to his knees as cum trails dribbled down both sides of his young cock-slut's mouth. Garry sank his head into his hands, curled in a ball.
Jamie leaned close to him, separating his legs by putting a knee between them, lifting Garry's head up with a finger, pulling Garry's shirt over his head, grinning his sexy, boyish smile to charm him. Rubbing Garry's firm biceps, whispering in his ear, he finally coaxed a small, dimpled grin from his new lover.
"You have to skip work more often."
Both men laughed, Jamie straddling Garry's bare lap, rehardening cock nudged near Jamie's hole as Jamie gave him his first man-to-man, seed-laced kiss.