For Love and For Murder
Joey Branning was a stud. He knew that. He owned that. Girls wanted to fuck him, guys wanted to be him. He was hung, young and full of warm, hot cum. He had the body of a greek God. Joey knew that God was feeling extra generous when he created him. He was a special sort of breed- pure, unadulterated sex. He was the type of guy that your mother's warned you about. The type of guy who would love you, and leave you. Joey Branning did sex by the bucketloads. He didn't do love. Wouldn't do love. It was too risky, too dangerous, too wussy.
He was gay. 100% shirt-lifting, cock sucking, arse banging, queer. He wasn't in the closet, but he wasn't exactly shouting it from the rooftop. His father didn't know and he could'nt wait to wipe that smug grin off his face. Derek Branning would be fucking angry when he found out that his only son, his precious son, liked nothing more then to suck a good cock. He would proably disown him, attack him, possibly murder him. But that wouldn't happen. Joey had a plan. A dangerous plan. One that could backfire on his arse, one that was so dangerous he was risking life in prison. But it would be worth it. His father Derek Branning was the walking dead. He would be gone soon. For good.
He had charm by the bucketloads. He could charm the knickers of a nun, or the pants off a OAP. He had a way with words that made women wet and men hard. He knew what to do to get a dude wanting him, he knew what to do to get a lad on his knees. He had the gift of a gab. His mother said it would get him into trouble one day, and it fucking had. Numerous times. But his mouth had other uses. Uses that were fucking awesome.
Joey was going to kill his father. But he needed to find an accomplice. He needed to find someone to help murder his father. He couldn't do it alone. He had wanted too, so badly, but he'd never had the guts. But he knew with someone else on his side, someone else hating Derek as much as he did, that his father would soon be dead and buried. And he couldn't wait.
But to find the accomplice. That would be the hard choice. You had the obvious candidates- Michael Moon or Alfie Moon. Both hated Derek but whilst Michael would relish the chance to hurt Derek, he probably wouldn't want the man dead. And Alfie was so weak, Kat probably ironed all his underwear.
And that's when it hit him. His genius brain was a legend. Anthony Moon.
Anthony fucking Moon.
He would seduce Anthony. Give him the best sex of his life. Then turn Anthony against his father. They would murder Derek and do a runner. Anthony would be so in love with Joey that he'd do anything he said. His cock twitched at the anticipation of it all.
Anthony Moon be prepared. You are about to embark on the ride of your life.