Lou's Place
This is a fictional story involving characters from the Australian soap "Neighbours". If you are offended by consensual gay sex, or it is illegal to read this type of material in your country, area, etc., please stop now. Otherwise, enjoy!
"Neighbours" is copyright of Grundy television productions.
Meanwhile, at Lou Carpenter's home, there was a knock on the door. Drew, being the only one up, went and answered it. A man with short dark curly hair stood there.
"Hi." He said. "My name's Paul Robinson. I came for the reunion, but my car broke down on the way. By the time I got here, it was all over. I went to Madge, and she sent me here, as the owner, Lou, I think she called him, didn't have any of the other guests staying here. Is it alright if I crash here?"
"Sure." Said Drew. "Lou's already in bed, but the sofa's all yours."
"Terrific." Said Paul, sitting down on the couch. "Kinda weird being here." He continued. "This used to be my place, until I moved away."
"Really?" Drew said in reply. "Well, listen, I was going to watch the footer and have a few tinnies. You're welcome to join me if you like?"
"Sounds great!" Paul said, taking off his shoes, and lying back in the sofa, getting comfy.
They watched the match, and drank far too much for their own good, Paul more so than Drew. When the footer ended, the gay pride parade came on the screen.
"Tell you what mate." Paul slurred. "I'm no faggot, but you would be first on my list if I fancied a bit of man to man."
Drew, worse for wear himself, replied. "Ah, there's no way you could take me in your arse anyway."
"Oh you reckon, do ya?" Paul said, defensively.
"I know it." Drew challenged.
"Well, let's prove you wrong then." Paul slobbered, staggering to his feet.
Drew got up too, marginally steadier than Paul. He wasn't gay, but he was horny, drink always did that to him, and if Paul wanted to offer a hole to fill, who was Drew to stop him?
Paul, fumbling with his fly, managed to drop his expensive designer trousers. Turning round, so his butt faced Drew, he pulled down his cK boxers, and bent over, leaning on the sofa.
"You sure you're up to this?" he heard from over his shoulder. Looking round, he saw Drew stark naked, an 11" boner sticking out in front of him. In his drunken stupor, Paul, either braver, or more stupid, than usual, called back:
"Are you kidding? I've pushed out shit bigger than that!"
"Alright then." Drew said, now fully sobered up, when he realised he was really getting to get his dick away in a hole tonight. It didn't matter to him that it was a man's, he was too horny too care. "I'll just get slicked up and then."
"Being slicked is for fucking fairies." Paul half-shouted. "Give it to me dry, like a real man should get it."
"Okay, you asked for it." Drew said, stepping up to Paul's arse. He lined up his dickhead to the tight opening, and shoved in hard, putting his whole body weight behind it. His dick went in, up to the hilt, though it was no slick ride, and Paul gasped. His insides were on fire, the pain unknown to his virgin arse. After a couple of minutes, when the pain had subsided to bearable levels, he turned his head, and smiling smugly, said:
"See, nothing to it."
"You're kidding, aren't ya?" Drew replied. "Taking it is no test, being fucked with it, that's the test. You up to it?"
"'Course I am," Paul slathered. "Just let me get in a more comfy position, my arms are a bit tired."
Drew pulled out again, flaring up the pain in Paul once more. He turned however, and sat down on the sofa, his hole at the very edge. Drew knelt in front of him, spread his legs, and pushed his dick in again. This time it wasn't quite so bad, the hole having been stretched now. Drew's hunger for orgasm took over, and he fucked Paul's arse quickly, using the full length of his pole. Paul's own cock soon rose to its majestic peak, no mere thing at 10". He paid no attention to it however, but concentrated on showing no emotion whatsoever.
Drew soon came near to climax. An idea popped into his head.
"Hey Paul," he said. "You know I'm just kidding about this being the real test, don't ya? I mean, anyone can lie back, and take it up the arse."
"What is the test?" Paul moaned, feeling great despite himself.
"The real skill is in sucking someone off." Drew stated, as if it were a state secret. "You manage that, and you've proved yourself a real man."
"C'mon then." Paul said, opening his mouth wide.
Drew pulled out, and knelt on the couch, one knee on either side of Paul. He shoved his dick in Paul's mouth, and started facefucking him, ignoring the choking sounds emitting from Paul. Soon, Paul was sucking hard on the pole, desperate to prove he could take Drew anyway he thought up. His hands reached round and grasped Drew's arsecheeks firmly, pulling him into his mouth quicker, causing Drew's heavy balls to slap against Paul's chin. The kneading of Drew's butt made him cum all the sooner, and he pushed himself fully down Paul's throat, shooting load after load of man juice directly into Paul's stomach.
Paul let Drew stay buried in him, in fact, when Drew tried to pull out, Paul started bobbing up and down on the deflating meat. Drew, knowing his dick wouldn't rise again so quickly, continued to pull out until finally, Paul pushed him in again, using his hands on Drew's arse. Paul started swallowing, his throat muscles rippling along the head of Drew's pole.
Drew's dickhead, too sensitive after cumming, found this almost painful.
"Paul, Paul, stop! You've proved yourself! Let me out!" he pleaded.
Paul let go of him, and Drew lowered himself down. Before he realised what was happening, he had buried Paul's cock inside his arse.
"Looks like it's your turn mate." Paul said, a wicked glint in his eye. Holding Drew down by the shoulders, he began swiftly fucking him, his own arse bouncing up and down on the sofa.
Drew was loving the sensations in his hole, a deep pulsing from his prostate sent waves of passion trough his own body. He bent his head down and started sucking on Paul's nipples, first one then the other, manipulating them with his tongue and fingers, making Paul moan aloud. To shut him up, Drew started frenching with him, still using his fingers on his nipples. God, this felt good. His body showed its appreciation, his dick rising again to full mast, the head rubbing up and down Paul's hairy washboard stomach. A silver trail of precum was traced along its path, soon followed by a flood of cum, which poured down into Paul's pubes. Not long afterwards, Paul pushed Drew down fully to envelop his cock, and shot his man juice deep into Drew, before it flowed back down along Paul's shaft.
On feeling the filling up of his arse, Drew pulled off, and stood up, and turned, heading for the stairs.
"Well, goodnight." He said, starting up the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" he heard from behind him, and turning, saw Paul standing there, a glistening erection protruding from his body. "You haven't proved you can take me yet. Remember, the real test is sucking me off." Paul stated, making his cock bob up and down.
"Look, I really don't want to." Drew started.
"Ah you chicken!" Paul interrupted. "Just admit it, you can't handle the Robinson jewels!" At which he gave his cock a tug.
"Okay, I'll suck you off." Drew said, walking back to Paul. "But let's make it appealing for me." He continued, and, grabbing Paul by his cock, he led him into the kitchen.
Opening the freezer, he found a tub of frozen yoghurt. On the counter sat a jug of golden syrup. Directing Paul to sit on the worktop, Drew sat his findings beside him.
Pulling Paul's cock (now about 11-12" and purple with need for release) horizontal by the base, Drew picked up the yoghurt, and turning it sideways, pushed it over Paul's shaft, encasing it completely.
Paul gasped loudly:
"Fuck, that's cold!!"
Drew smiled, and pulled off the yoghurt, leaving a thick coating behind on Paul's cock. Lifting he syrup, he drooled it round and round Paul's cock, and covered his shaven balls. Paul's face broke into a huge grin, loving the thought of what was coming next.
Drew put down the syrup, and bent down to start cleaning Paul up. Lapping at Paul's balls, the sweetness of the syrup helped tremendously his consumption of the cum that had settled there earlier, after streaming down from Drew's own hole not 5 minutes before. Soon Drew was sucking eagerly on the balls, first one then the other, before taking both into his mouth, rolling them against each other and his tongue. It was at this point he looked up, and noticed the head of Paul's cock dripping. Unsure whether it was precum or yoghurt melting, Drew decided to take no chances, and pulling off the globes, he dived onto the pole, sucking it like an ice-lolly, working his way down gradually. By the time he reached the base, he had consumed all the yoghurt and syrup, and was relishing the taste of hot cock. He sucked hard, up and down, playing with Paul's balls with one hand, and his nipples with the other. Paul sat there, his breathing deep as he struggled to maintain his composure, and not orgasm too soon. It was only when Drew managed to slip in a rough finger into Paul's hole, which had slid forward during the action, that Paul let forth his cock Kool-Aid, leaving Drew too shocked to do anything but swallow it down. He was surprised to find it tasted much like his own, salty but nice.
When Paul finished cumming, Drew pulled off, licking the slit on the way, and gave Paul a deep kiss, to allow him to taste a little of his own cum. Drew then straightened up.
"Okay, you got me." Paul replied, sliding off the counter.
Drew gave him a mock salute, and went up to his bed for a good night's sleep. Paul settled down on the sofa, ready for a well-needed rest.
WELL, WHAT DID YOU THINK?? DO THEY GO TO SLEEP, OR JUST GET HORNY WITH EACH OTHER AGAIN?? FIND OUT SOON.
If you liked this story, and the others preceding it, let me know at shagme27@hotmail.com . Any ideas you have, please tell me, although sleeping arrangements have been made for everyone, so they need to be shaped around them (see the first story for the sleeping arrangements). SEE YA!!