Good Evening,
Please find below a new story for the Gay male Celebrity category.
I have recently bought a new Mac computer which only comes with the Pages application, rather than MS Word. For some reason I am unable to attach the Pages document to the email, and unlike in Word it doesn't seem to be possible to format the story into the format that you require, so I have had to just paste the text below instead. Is that ok?
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Kind regards, Craig Jackson
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. I have no idea of their sexuality. it is not intended to imply the true sexuality of the celebrities involved or any personal knowledge of their private lives. The characters involved are copyrighted by BBC Studios/Eastenders.
Check out these pictures before reading the story:
Darren's outfit: http://assets.whatsontv.co.uk/whatsontv/live/media/Darren%20Miller-Eastenders.jpg Max looking dirty - http://i2.cdnds.net/12/38/618x696/soaps_eastenders_max_branning_4.jpg Maxs arse: http://i.imgur.com/v02LpgP.png and http://vvcap.net/db/5n02fJHMnVK-6gW8fDf_.png
If you enjoy this story and would like to suggest ideas for future chapters/storylines, or if you just fancy a horny chat about these and other characters, please email: craiginboxers@hotmail.co.uk
Max Branning knew he wasn't gay - he wasn't even bi. It didn't exactly take a genius to work out that Max loved women... he'd banged so much pussy over the years that he couldn't even begin to start counting the notches on his bedpost.
However, what most people didn't know was that Max also got turned on by cock. And arse. And hairy armpits. Well, every part of a man's body actually. Because although Max always told himself that he wasn't bi - he loved nothing more than having fun with fit, dirty men.
To be fair, he went through phases - he might not look at a bloke for the best part of a month, but then suddenly they'd be in his head all of the time. At the moment he was going through one of his lusting over men phases - it was the worst he'd had it for ages.
It was 7 am, and Max had an empty house because Lauren and Abi had gone to stay with their mum for the week. When they'd left he'd been excited, as he thought he could get DC Summerhays who he was currently screwing round for permanent sex. However, on the first night of being home alone, something happened that changed his mind. He was having a fairly normal night in the Queen Vic when, after a few pints, he decided to go into the bogs for a piss. He was pissing hard and fast - the result of three pints - when suddenly he had company. Pub landlord Mick Carter was standing next to him at the urinal making smalltalk. As he unzipped his jeans and whacked his cock out Max suddenly found it hard to comprehend a word Mick was saying, because he was transfixed by his dick. It was the biggest flaccid cock he'd ever seen.
Max himself was proud of the fact that he was a big boy - fully erect he was just over nine inches - however, he was a massive grower and when he was soft his meat was nothing to write home about. But Mick, Mick was a different story. His soft cock was a good six inches, and almost as fat as a beer can. To top it off it was surrounded by thick messy black pubes. Max was in awe, and suddenly found himself in complete lust.
As a result, for the past few days he hadn't once invited his latest bit of skirt round - he had no interest in her at the moment - instead he had spent hour after hour wanking over gay porn. He felt ashamed and repeatedly told himself it didn't make him queer. But his cock couldn't get enough.
This morning he'd woken up early with his usual morning glory. He'd been sleeping with his window open because of the heat and Mick had been outside shouting at his son, and just the sound of his sexy cockney voice had got Max solid. As he lay in bed, his sweaty grey CK boxer briefs barely covering his tenting bulge, he wondered what to do - he'd watched more than enough gay porn and wanted something new.
Then he had an idea, and picked up his mobile.
`Alright Max, long time no speak!' said the young voice on the other end. Just hearing it almost made Max cum on the spot.
`Darren Miller my old friend, how are things?' he said, with a sly grin on his face.
The ultimate scally lad, Darren had worked for Max at the car lot a few years ago and they had forged a solid friendship. But one day Max had walked in on Darren wanking in the office over a picture of Max. After asking him what the fuck he was doing, Max had ended up fucking Darren's tight hole - he was literally screaming as he took Max's full, enormous length - and for the next couple of years Darren had become his bitch, fulfilling Max's dirtiest fantasies on an almost daily basis.
Since Darren had moved away, because of family problems, the pair had spoken on the phone occasionally, but it had been a while.
Darren explained to Max that he was currently driving to work and had him on loudspeaker, and asked what Max was up to.
`Well mate. I'm in bed, home alone, wearing nothing but the sweaty as fuck pants I had on all day yesterday. I've got a solid dick. And I thought you might be able to help me.'
Fuck,' says Darren. That is so hot. But I'm driving to work, I'm gonna be late as it is and I'm on a warning...'
Max is angry with this reaction, but chooses to ignore what the youngster has said.
`Let me tell you what's gonna happen Darren. You're gonna find a suitable, discreet place to pull up. You're gonna tell me what you want me to wear and I'm gonna get ready. Then when you've pulled up you're gonna video call me on Skype and we're gonna have a filthy wank session.'
Maxxxx,' pleads Darren. 'Please don't do this to me. I'll be late for work and I'll get the sack.'
You haven't seen my nine inch beast for more than a year,' shouts Max. I thought you'd wanna worship it. But you're obviously not the dirty little scally I remember anymore, so just go screw yourself you little cunt.'
Max hangs up the phone and waits. He knows that if there is one thing Darren loves more than anything it's being spoken to like scum.
Sure enough, less than a minute later Max's phone is beeping as a text comes through from Darren.
`Put on your tightest grey suit and a crisp white shirt. Keep the skanky pants on. I'll Skype as soon as I've found somewhere.'
A grin slowly spreads across Max's entire face. He leaps out of bed and stands at the window looking out, not giving a shit about the obvious tent in his pants. Peter Beale and Jay Brown are on the square in their trackies and Max wonders which has the bigger cock - he guesses Jay - and whether that pair ever wank off together - they're bound to, surely. Max gets dressed, his cock straining inside his Armani suit, and waits.
Five minutes later his iPad rings and he's met with the sight of Darren pulling a filthy grin.
It's been a while since we did this,' says Darren, who is also wearing a grey suit, with a pale blue shirt and a grey tie. I was passing this woodland, so I pulled up into it. It's deserted.'
`Good man! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me,' says Max smugly.
Darren is already tenting in his suit trousers. His cock is one of Max's favourite things about him - he looks like the kind of guy who would have an average dick at best, but Max was always shocked by the fact that it was more than eight inches and pretty fat. He also has the biggest balls Max had ever seen.
`Get your cock out your fly you little cunt,' demands Max.
Sorry mate, that's just one step too far,' says Darren. It's way too risky I could get seen. It's daylight and I'm in a public place.'
A desperate Max pleads: `Do it and you can make me do something really dirty and I'll do it, no questions.'
Darren thinks for a minute, then cheekily sticks his tongue out - something that he knows drives Max wild. He turns his iPhone round and slowly starts unzipping his suit trousers, and unbuttons his cheap red check Primark boxers and gets out his by now fully errect cock. He starts pulling his foreskin back and slowly starts wanking.
Max's own cock is cut, so he is always fascinated by foreskin. He is in sexual ecstasy watching his former fuck buddy wanking. But then he remembers he's gonna have to do something filthy.
Right,' says Darren. You ready for this?'
`Bring it on,' laughs Max, nervously.
Right. I want you to stand up and show off that chunky arse in that tight suit. Then, using two hands, I want you to rip the arse of your trousers and rip the arse of your sweaty pants, so your arse is on show.'
Fuck off,' says Max. This suit is Armani and the pants are CK, so you can do one.'
`A deal's a deal,' says Darren, taking advantage of the fact that he knows Max is someone who can never go back on his word.
Max is fuming, but he's also the horniest he's been in a long time and to be honest would probably do most things right now.
`If I do this, then afterwards you're my bitch and I'm going to completely use you, ok?'
`Umm, ok,' mutters Darren feably, a mixture of terror and horniness taking over him.'
Max stands up and sets the iPad up on his bed before nastily saying: `Enjoy the show you dirty fag.'
He gets up and stands with his arse to the screen. He's always known he has an amazing arse and wears the tightest suits possible on purpose. `Fuck. I'm so fit' he thinks to himself, cockily after catching a glimpse of himself on the screen.
Max bends over and starts putting on a show for his horny viewer, flaunting his arse in front of the camera. He slaps it hard through the material of the suit trousers and bends so the material strains against his chunky butt. Darren hasn't been this hard for a long time.
`Here goes' thinks Max, putting two hands on his arse before, in one swift movement, tearing a massive hole in the tight grey material. He bends over again, showing off his arse in his sweaty pants. And then does the same again, tearing a hole in his underwear. Darren is now staring at the screen transfixed on Max's beautiful bum - the meatiest, manliest one he's ever seen. As well as being chunky and perfectly proportioned, it is covered in a light dusting of lightly coloured hairs. Max slaps his right cheek hard again an it instantly goes bright red. The sight of this perfect arse, perfectly framed by ripped pants and expensive ripped suit trousers has resulted in Darren wanking furiously.
Max turns to face the camera and screams: `Oiiii. I did not say you could fucking wank over me, bitch.'
Darren flashes a dirty grin and cheekily sticks out his tongue again, knowing he's about to get used.
`You need to stop being such a cocky twat and show me some respect. Now rip the front of your shirt you cunt, I wanna see buttons flying everywhere.'
`I can't Max, I have to go to work,' replies Darren honestly.
Without hesitating, Max cuts off the call, knowing full well Darren will call straight back.
When he does, Max says: 'Disobey me again I'll hang up again and next time I won't pick up again.
Darren nervously grabs his shirt and starts ripping. A couple of buttons go flying.
`More!' shouts Max and Darren obeys. Soon his slightly hairy, averagely tonned bare chest is on show, with his tie touching his bare skin. Max orders Darren to twist his nipples until he is almost screaming, then he makes him slap his cock hard, making it go bright red. Max has had enough of his suit so strips naked and the sight of his hairy, sweaty, manly body seriously turns Darren on, so he can't resist starting to wank again.
Oiii' says Max. I've warned you about not wanking unless I say you can. So you've gotta pay. Get out the car and start walking into the woods.'
`Oh whatttttt' says Darren, desperate to protest but too scared Max may hang up.
Nervously, Darren slowly walks into the middle of the deserted woods, his hard on still poking out he front of his suit trousers. For a laugh, Max orders Darren to tie his expensive tie around his hard dick.
Max has a massive fantasy about fucking in the woods in the mud, so decides to do the next best thing and make Darren get muddy alone.
You made me fucking ruin my suit, so now it's time for yours to pay too,' he tells Darren. Go and dive in that big muddy puddle there.'
Darren can't even be bothered to protest, he knows full well that whatever he says he'll have to do it sooner or later. Years of being ordered around by Max have taught him that, and from past experience he's pretty sure Max will buy him a new suit anyway. Nervously looks around to check he is alone, then, overcome with horniness, dive face first into the mud. He stands up and his suit, chest, face and hair are all plastered with mud, which seriously turns Max on. Max then orders him to use his muddy hand to wank his cock. And then he makes him pull his trousers down and stick two muddy fingers up his hole.
Darren feels so humiliated but is loving every moment. Caught up in complete sexual ecstasy, he surprises himself when he starts shooting out load after load of cum, shouting `ooohhhh fuckkkkkk'. He covers his muddy hand, and cum flies down his legs and up onto his chest.
I didn't fucking say you could cum,' barks Max. So you need punishing again. Lie on your back and piss over your chest.
Darren wishes he wasn't but is desperate for a piss and knows there is gonna be loads. He lays down and points his cock upwards. He is a bit of a squirter and soon piss is covering his face and hair as well as his muddy chest. He feels so dirty and ashamed.
Max's cock is pointing upwards and he can't take any more, he shoots and is so turned on it reaches his face, covering his mouth, which he greedily licks up, and even plastering his skinhead and his forehead.
Darren is covered in mud and piss and his shirt is ripped, so Max says there's no way he can go into work today. He tells him to phone in sick, go home and get cleaned up and then phone him back. Max himself then does the same, pulls a sicky and goes off for a shower. Standing under the hot water he starts thinking about this morning's activities and is soon solid again. He starts wanking his fat cut cock in the shower, using his daughter's perfumed shampoo as lube, and cums instantly over the shower wall.
He gets dressed and waits for his phone to ring, which it does in no time, and him and Darren proceed to pend six hours talking about men and sex.
Darren hasn't been to Albert Square for a good few years so is interrogating him about the men who currently live there.
`So who you been checking out lately then Max,' he asks.
Well, he laughs filthily. Who haven't I!! You remember Ian Beale's son Peter, he's recently turned into a complete fifty. Messy blonde hair, ripped body and always walks around in grey joggers that show off his meaty arse. I'd love to bang him into next week.
`Then there's this proper cocky scaly lad called Jay. Fuck, I'm gonna go to hell for saying this because he's been going out with my daughter Abi for the last few years, but fuck it, you know how filthy I am Darren! Every time he comes round I can't help but check out his trackie bulge - it looks big. I'd love to watch him fuck you Darren. Then there's his mate Dexter, proper mouthy cunt, and he's black. I really need to follow him into the urinals some time so I can check out his black cock.
`And then... well then there's the Carters.'
`Who the fuck are the Carters,' says Darren, jealous he's missing out on all these hot men.
They've taken over the Queen Vic,' explains Max. The landlord Mick just strikes me as being one of the dirtiest men you can imagine - you can just tell he loves filthy sex. He's a proper hairy, manly cunt and the other night I saw his soft cock in the bogs and it's huge.
`He has two sons - Johnny is a queer boy, proper pretty cunt and you can just tell he's a complete bottom bitch. Then there's his brother Lee, who's a soldier and I reckon is just as filthy as his Dad. And then there's Dean Wicks, Mick's nephew who's back living with them all. He is hotter than I ever remember him being when he used to live in the Square and I would actually pay him money to ride my dick he's so hot.'
Max's cock is solid for a third time that day and he decides he's had enough of chatting to Darren. He needs to find some arse to smash instead. Right now he doesn't care who's, any of the guys he's just been talking about will do. But he needs filthy sex and he needs it as soon as possible.
In the next chapter: Does Max find anyone to fuck? Who discovers Max's suit trousers with a hole in the arse of them?