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Johnny Carter groans as he rinses off the soap suds from his father's pub windows. He lazily slaps the saturated sponge against the panes of glass and maneuvers it up and down, until those familiar squeaks of cleanliness reach his ears and he lets go, squeezing the soapy sponge into the bright red bucket at his feet. By doing this from his groin area, the water in the bucket splashes from the sudden addition of soapy liquid and henceforth spatters up Johnny's groin, torso, chest and face. How the fuck did that happen?! the Essex boy thinks, just as a certain blonde-haired boy steps up to him, seemingly from nowhere.
Peter Beale. He's wearing a thin burgundy top that's so fucking tight, it clings to his body for dear life. It does no favours to Johnny; Peter's body is, as Johnny found out a couple of months previously, from the Heaven's above.
"Alright, mate?" Peter asks in his low, deep and gravelly (sexy) voice. Peter had found Johnny the day after their rendezvous and said it was the grief that had clouded his brain and their were not to have a replay. Johnny was, needless to say, disappointed.
"Yeah, yeah." Johnny somehow doesn't know what to say, so he points to the windows. "Cleaning."
"I can see." Peter's eyes travel up and down Johnny's body, examining the water damage - though Johnny swears he sees something more in his eyes. Lust?
"Yeah, had an accident."
"Hmm... listen, why don't you come round to mine tonight? Ian and Denise are off viewing care homes for Patrick and..." Peter stops. Johnny knows he was about to say whether Lucy was in or out.
"Come here," The Carter boy says and he opens his arms, wrapping them round Peter's neck. Peter obliges, winding his strong, muscly arms around Johnny's waist. Johnny feels protected and untouchable.
Johnny spends the rest of the day behind the bar in the Queen Vic, earning some money. Nothing exciting happens, however, except at one point Jay Brown enters the bar with Peter Beale trailing behind him. Johnny appears from out the back and, after spotting the two lads, walks over to them.
"What can I get you?" Johnny asks them, though keeps his eyes locked on Peter's. It must be a good five second lock before Jay says, "pint please."
"Yeah, same for me." Peter agrees quickly.
"So, what are you doing tonight, Pete?" Jay makes conversation with his friend, whilst Johnny pours the pints just in front of them. Peter answers with his eyes locked on Johnny's arms, working the lever, "um, you know, not much."
Johnny looks up at that point, slightly stung by Peter's remark, but Peter gives him a sorry look and all is forgiven.
"Oh, so you won't mind if I come round then? You know, lads night in?" Jay nudges Peter's arm with an elbow. Johnny slams the pint in front of him a little forcefully and declares, "Six seventy, please," and holds out his hand. It's Peter that gives him the change, and brushes his fingers gently against Johnny's wrist, on the pretext of dropping the change into Johnny's hand. They share eye contact again and Peter looks sad. Jay and Peter walk away with their ale, Jay muttering something about extortionate prices of beer in London.
Halfway through the lunchtime rush, Johnny switches shifts with Nancy and heads into the toilets. He's barely done relieving himself before Peter appears by the taps next to him, looking flustered.
"Johnny," he says.
"What?" Johnny looks at him, a little stubbornly.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you these past few days."
"Look, Peter, what happened, you said it yourself - it shouldn't have! You're confused and I understand, but-"
"No - no I'm not," Peter grabs Johnny's arm, "I've done nothing but think about us since you left mine that day. Yeah, at first I thought it was wrong, but - but now..."
"Just stop playing with my feelings." Johnny tries to tear away from Peter, but the stockier lad puts both hands on his waist and holds him gently.
"Please. Come round mine some time before Jay does and we can properly talk things over." Peter looks sincere, and Johnny would have settled for that, but Peter leans in slowly and plants a gentle kiss on his lips.
Johnny observes himself in the mirror. He is wearing his expensive, dark purple jeans with a white shirt and black braces to piece the outfit together. His hair is waxed into a to-the-side quiff and he has a little bronzer on his temples and cheekbones to make him look attractive.
And after walking out the pub, not even answering his father's and Nancy's wolf-whistles, he soon finds himself at Peter's back door, knocking firmly. He is nervous. The last time he was here, he managed to get off with Peter Sex-God Beale. Could the same be said for tonight?
The door opens and Peter gapes at how gorgeous Johnny looks. They smile at each other before Peter lets Johnny in, and they make their way into the living room.
On the sofa, it's awkward. Neither of them know what to say, and they are watching Miranda. It's only until Johnny laughs at a scene before the tension is broke, and Peter not so subtly moves closer to him and hooks an arm round his waist. Johnny stops laughing and moves into Peter's touch, hooking his leg over both of Peter's and laying his head below the other boy's shoulder, hand resting on Peter's torso.
Soon enough the credits roll, and Peter immediately switches off the television. Johnny looks up at him, before realising how close their faces really are. And so, before really saying more than a few words to each other, Johnny leans in and kisses Peter, hand traveling further down his torso.
Johnny feels Peter's gentle blow of air from his nose on his cheek and smiles fondly. He sits up properly before placing a hand on Peter's cheek and connecting their lips in a more secure position. Peter moans as Johnny opens his mouth, signaling for the other boy to copy. Peter does so happily, moving his lips in a way with Johnny's that he never has with anyone else. Johnny isn't the most masculine of guys, but the kiss is definitely more assertive and sexy than a kiss with a girl.
Just then, Johnny's tongue swoops in and gently nudges at Peter's own, a movement that makes it all the way to Peter's groin. Johnny then breathes a hot yet sweet, gentle breath into Peter's mouth and Peter is reminded of lemons and mints...
The Beale boy snaps out of his trance and puts a firm hand on the back of Johnny's neck, making Johnny keen and move into the touch. Peter's tongue swipes up and moves into Johnny's mouth, where it swirls and dances alongside Johnny's. Peter places his other hand on the small of Johnny's back and gently pushes him back against the sofa so he is on top of the smaller boy. He places a trail of kisses alongside Johnny's neck before momentarily sitting up and quickly removing his top, revealing abs and peks that makes Johnny's groin twist in excitement. Peter bends back down over Johnny and crashes their lips together once more, going for a slower approach as he unbuttons Johnny's shirt and slips it off him, throwing it away somewhere.
Peter then wraps his mighty arms around Johnny's slender waist, pressing their chests flush against each other. Moving his hips in a fluid motion against Johnny's, he moans outrightly.
"S-stop, I could come like this, stop," Johnny says, holding a finger up.
Peter stops, doing as he's told, before he gets off the couch and slips to his knees on the floor. Johnny's grins when he realises what about to happen, before he stands up and quickly removes the rest of his clothes. He sits back down on the couch from where Peter is kneeling and, gripping the base of his cock with a few fingers, sways it from side to side, teasing Peter.
"FFFfuck- shit-" Johnny groans loudly as Peter's large hand grips Johnny's dick and jacks him off a few times. Then, Peter's head slowly moves forward, before he takes the head in to his mouth and works his soft, wet lips someway down Johnny's cock, making him all but whimper.
They stay like this for a while because they are enjoying what's happening so much. Peter's loves the taste of Johnny in his mouth whilst Johnny only gets harder everytime Peter's tongue swipes across his head or his mouth pops off his dick and plants kisses along the side of it.
As Johnny opens his eyes in what feels like an eternity, he sees the Peter is also naked and is rolling his fist up and down his own erection in time to his sucking.
And then the door opens.
"Pete, I brought beers and voddy, just like you asked-" and then Jay Brown lets out a massive gasp. "Um- I – er – I'll leave you two to it- um-" He is standing in the doorway, mouth agape.
Peter pops off Johnny's dick one last time and they both feel obscured as their friend stands in the kitchen doorway.
"Wait – Jay – come join us, I mean, you know, it'll be fun-" Peter starts.
Johnny and Jay say "YOU WHAT?!" at the exact same time.
"Come on guys. It won't mean anything, just a bit of fun." Peter attempts to persuade them.
"Pete, I ain't gay!" Jay says.
"And? Just experiment?"
"...How?" Jay frowns, placing the bag of goodies on the table. The fact that 2/3s of them are naked seemed to have gone past.
"Johnny and I could take turns in sucking your dick..." Peter suggests casually.
"Really?" Jay's eyebrows perk up just a little bit, before he murmurs something involving 'no fun with Abi'.
"Do I not get a say in this?!" Johnny looks slightly angry and embarrassed and his erection has been killed. Peter puts a reassuring hand on his thigh.
"Of course you do." Peter says and smiles at him.
Johnny shrugs nonchalantly at that point, "yeah, s'pose."
"Alright then, let's do it." Jay grins, before going back into the kitchen and putting the latch on the door.
"Fuck...Peter...Johnny..." Jay moans, each hand placed in a blonde head. Johnny and Peter are licking and tongueing at Jay's impressively long dick.
Right now, Johnny and Peter are sharing a tongue-filled kiss over Jay's head. Johnny purses out of the kiss before diving back down on Jay, expertly taking a considerable length in his mouth and bobbing his head up and down. Soon enough, his nose brushes the burnt orange colour of Jay's pubes and he inhales the scent of man, his personal favourite of aromas. Peter just stares in awe and scratches Johnny's scalp gently.
Johnny's eyes start watering all of a sudden and Jay thinks at first that he is taking too much in, before he realises that Peter has been doing more than stare this whole time, and a look round confirms that Peter has three fingers inside Johnny's arse and they're knuckles deep.
Johnny's whimpers only make Jay even hornier and so without warning, he starts to thrust his hips, forcing his cock all the way down Johnny's throat. Johnny's throat laxes for a moment, and Jay realises that it is a signal for him to fuck his mouth. The ginger boy obliges, grabbing Johnny's hair with both hands and thrusting in and out of Johnny's eager and willing mouth.
"Ugh, fuck, Johnny, shit, so good..."
After Jay tires, Johnny pops off his dick and smiles up at him. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bloodshot. He looks fucked out.
"Close your eyes." Johnny says, and Jay, already feeling blissful, obeys.
He soon understands the command as he experiences the best feeling of his life. Suddenly, his dick is plunged into a wet, velvety heat and it slowly travels all the way to the base of his dick. Jay doesn't realise he is shouting 'UHHHH' until a firm hand clasps over his mouth.
Jay opens his eyes, and there in front of him is Johnny, with Jay's dick impaled in his arse. Soon enough, Johnny is gliding up and down Jay long yet slim length and Peter is standing there stupidly.
Johnny suddenly gets up and pulls Jay off the sofa, laying there instead and placing his head on the arm of the chair, knees brought up to his shoulders. Jay sees what is going to happen and gets on the sofa behind Johnny, quickly thrusting his dick inside Johnny and moaning softly with the blonde boy.
A rhythm is soon picked up and Jay's hands are placed either side of Johnny's head, pounding in and out with a speed and force.
Johnny then commands Peter over. "S-stand o-over m-me and f-f-fuck h-his m-mouth-uh-uh-uh-" He points up at Jay who continues fucking into him.
"Okay." Peter says, before standing up on the sofa, feet framing Johnny's arse and groin in front of the recently sat-up Jay. Peter steps forward, already impatient, before thrusting his aching cock into Jay's mouth. Jay coughs and splutters, attempting to get off, but Peter holds his head there, before placing both hands on Jay's head and rapidly bringing it all the way down his cock.
Jay's eyes are watering and burning and Peter realises he needs more. He moves off of Jay and jumps of the sofa, quickly returning with slicked up fingers poised to enter Jay's arse...
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Peter yells as he eases all the way into Jay. They are currently in a sandwich position with Jay in the middle, cock in Johnny, Johnny at the bottom, squashed against the sofa, and Peter holding himself up on top, massive biceps holding him above the below people. His hips start thrusting in and out of the pale boy's arse below and, being the biggest one out of the lot, forces Jay more into Johnny, soon turning them into a moaning, writhing, sweaty mess.
Peter is soon thrusting with a slow yet powerful force which stunts the other two's breathing and causes them all the groan loudly.
They then all kneel up on their knees, and Peter grabs on to Johnny's hips in front of Jay's and pounds into Jay, sending vibrations up through all their bodies and their are all on the point of no return.
Jay's hand finds Johnny's cock in front of him and quickly tosses him off to Peter's loud and powerful thrusts. This leads to Johnny being the first one to come, all over the sofa in front of him and all the way down Jay's fist. Jay moans and bends Johnny over, thrusting into him over and over again in an attempt to beat over Peter's thrusts, but he loses in a game of power and Peter then bends Jay himself forward, chest on Johnny's back, and quickly pounds over and over again into Jay's arse. Jay doesn't do anything, just lets Peter do all the work to his used body. Jay is soon coming fast and plentiful into Johnny's arse, seed bursting right inside the Essex boy, who groans, spent.
Peter is the last to cum, finishing off with a last few sloppy thrusts before his whole body trembles and he empties his massive load into Jay's small body.
"Same time tomorrow, then, boys?" Johnny giggles, the first to regain his breath.
"You bet," the other two reply simultaneously.