Boys of Hollyoaks

By Blue Boy

Published on Sep 8, 2008

Gay

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between consenting adult males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law from viewing such material, leave now.

This story is based on characters in the UK soap Hollyoaks. It is a work of pure fiction. Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that the characters or the actors who play them are gay. I don't know anything about their true sexualities. The characters and the show are trademarks of and copyright Channel 4.

Cheers Michael for the ideas!

All comments and suggestions gratefully received at blueboy3649@hotmail.com.

PART ONE -- JOHN-PAUL & RHYS

John-Paul wiped the cum off his chest and rolled over in bed. The other side was still warm from where his boyfriend Kieran had lay earlier. He felt a pang of guilt that he'd had a wank as soon as Kieran had left for work, and that pang of guilt intensified when he thought of what an intense orgasm it had been, and how he had shot so much more of a load than he'd ever done with Kieran. Then the guilt took over, as he thought again of the object of his desires, the lad he'd been wanking over -- the sex on legs that was Rhys.

As much as John-Paul loved Kieran and wanted to be with him, there was something about the sex that just wasn't quite up to scratch... it was plain, planned, predictable. But Kieran had given up his priesthood to be with him and there was no way he was going to let that sacrifice go to waste. It was just that lately he was feeling increasingly frustrated and horny for sex with someone else, and he desperately wanted that someone else to be Rhys. The only trouble was Rhys was as straight as they come, he would chase anything in a skirt.

But this didn't deter John-Paul in his fantasising, he threw off the bedcovers and before he knew it he was rock hard again, his legs spread wide, fingering himself with one hand and wanking himself with the other, building up to his second orgasm in the space of ten minutes.

Later that evening, Kieran and John-Paul were having a few drinks in their local, the Dog in the Pond, when much to John-Paul's delight, Rhys came over to them.

"You guys fancy a game of pool?" he asked, gesturing to the vacant pool table. "Gilly's off meeting some bird, and I've got a couple of hours to kill."

After little more than a moment's hesitation, John-Paul smiled and agreed, "Yeah sure."

The three boys ordered some more drinks and moved over to the pool table, where Kieran and Rhys played first. John-Paul sat with a beer, watching Rhys with lascivious intent, as he bent over to take his shots, his legs bent slightly, his perfect arse on show. Every time he played a shot, John-Paul just wanted to walk over and grab that arse. He sipped his bottle of beer slowly, imagining he was sucking on Rhys's cock, while he fingered his arse, Rhys moaning from the pleasure...

It was only when he heard Kieran say his name for the third time that he snapped out of this little fantasy he'd been engrossed in. He looked up at his boyfriend, who was trying to hand him the pool cue. "You wanna play or not?"

"Y..yeah," he muttered, slightly flustered and embarrassed for letting himself get carried away like that.

"You alright mate?" asked Rhys, both boys now eyeing John-Paul inquisitively.

"Yeah I'm fine," replied John-Paul, composing himself. "Rack `em up."

Making a conscious effort to concentrate on the game rather than his opponent, John-Paul managed to beat Rhys on the black.

"Well played, mate," smiled Rhys with that cheeky trademark smile of his. The boys shook hands and Rhys couldn't help thinking that John-Paul held it for a fraction longer than necessary. Not that he minded.

"Come on then," John-Paul smiled to Kieran. "Ready for a whipping?"

"Woah, you leave that kind of talk in your own bedroom, yeah?" joked Rhys.

The boys laughed. "Actually, I'm pretty shattered, I might call it a night," said Kieran.

"Let me finish this and I'll come back with you," said John-Paul.

"No, no, you carry on," said Kieran. "I've got an early start and you've got a day off tomorrow, so you stay out and enjoy yourself."

"You sure you don't mind?"

"Course not," smiled Kieran. But then he leaned in closer and lowered his tone so that only John-Paul could hear. "You sure you're OK though? You seemed a little preoccupied earlier."

"I'm fine," smiled John-Paul. "You go and get some kip and I'll see you in a bit, yeah."

They exchanged a goodbye kiss and then Kieran left them to it, completely unaware that he'd left his boyfriend in the company of the object of his sexual desires.

As the two boys continued playing pool and getting drunk, the conversation turned to sex and Rhys told John-Paul about some gossip he's heard about Russ, one of the local teachers, someone else that John-Paul wouldn't mind getting his cock into.

"There's this rumour going round that Russ has been giving some of his pupils a bit of... extra tuition," said Rhys, emphasising and enunciating this last phrase and raising his eyebrows, so that there was no question what he was implying.

"Really?" asked John-Paul.

"But when I say students," and Rhys now lowered his tone, "I mean male students."

"No!" exclaimed John-Paul, unable to hide his genuine shock. "Russ getting it on with lads? No way!"

"Well that's what I've heard."

"Wow," smiled John-Paul, happy in the knowledge that someone he fancied might turn out to be gay, or at least bi.

"Oh yeah, got a bit of a thing for Russ, have we?" winked Rhys.

"Might have," replied John-Paul, a little embarrassed. But then added, "I've got a thing for dark haired men."

"I've noticed," replied Rhys, with a big cheeky grin on his face, and then potted the black ball to win the game.

John-Paul wasn't sure from this comment if Rhys knew he'd got the hots for him. But if he was honest he didn't really care. He didn't think Rhys would mind, infact he thought Rhys would be quite happy to know that he had men lusting after him as well as women.

"Time please lads," came Darren's call from the bar.

Rhys looked disappointed. "It's still early. Fancy moving on somewhere else?"

Like John-Paul even needed to be asked whether he wanted to spend a little more time with this gorgeous hunk of a lad. But he had a better idea. "Well if you like, you could come back to mine. The girls are all having some big girls night out down the Loft so we can just chill, put on some music, have a few drinks, whatever."

"Oh yeah, trying to get me alone back at yours, eh?" teased Rhys.

"No, it's not like that!" John-Paul assured him.

"I'm joking mate," laughed Rhys, playfully punching his mate on the arm. "Come on, let's go!"

As the boys walked the short distance back home, John-Paul noticed the local bad boy Ste and Rhys's younger brother Josh, knocking on Russ's door and Russ letting them in. He thought back to the rumour Rhys had mentioned earlier about Russ getting it on with his students and wondered for a moment whether it was Josh and Ste and whether they were going over for some "extra special" one on one tuition... Surely it couldn't be those two? But his attention was soon diverted back to Rhys, as they reached his front door and he let them both in. Suddenly John-Paul's heart was racing. He was all alone with Rhys, they were both a bit drunk and he had this sudden urge to just grab him and start snogging his face off, ripping his clothes off, wanking his cock off... he even felt himself getting hard at the thought of it.

"Where d'you keep the booze round here then?" asked Rhys, walking towards the kitchen. For the second time that night, John-Paul was abruptly snapped out of his fantasy. Gathering his thoughts, he replied, "Actually mate, I've got my own secret vodka stash up in the bedroom, we'll go up there," and headed for the staircase.

Rhys followed. "Oh it gets better, now you're tryin' to get me drunk in your bedroom, eh!"

"You wish," replied John-Paul with a surprisingly convincing wink.

"No, I think you're the one doing the wishing, mate!"

"Shut up!" laughed John-Paul.

"You McQueens are all the same, one track minds!"

"Oi, I'm nothing like my sisters I'll have you know, just cos Mercedes drops her knickers for you doesn't mean I will!"

"That's a shame mate, I'd like to see you drop your knickers!"

As much as John-Paul was enjoying this witty sexual banter, he knew it was little more than just playful, harmless straight-boy flirting on Rhys' part, and that straight boys don't just conveniently turn gay after a few drinks (no matter how much you would like them to). He put on some music, then rummaged round the back of his socks and undies drawer and found a bottle of vodka, about a third full, and poured it out into a couple of glasses he'd brought up with him. The boys sat on the bed, drinking and talking, mostly about sex, and every now and then John-Paul would casually glance down at Rhys's crotch, unable to stop himself, and he wondered a couple of times whether Rhys had clocked him looking. But even if he had, he didn't say anything, and they carried on chatting while John-Paul kept the vodka flowing, and by midnight the pair of them were happily drunk.

John-Paul got up to go for a piss, just as Rhys gulped down the last of the vodka. "Any more vodka mate?"

"There should be another bottle in the top drawer," replied John-Paul on his way out of the room. Rhys opened the top drawer, which was full of socks and boxers, mostly tight white Calvin Kleins, and he rummaged round towards the back as John-Paul had done, to try and find the hidden vodka. Instead, his hands made contact with something else, and he pulled it out to see what it was. An amused smile lit up his face, as he held up a ten inch dildo in front of him, just as John-Paul walked back in.

"What's this mate?" asked Rhys, in mock ignorance.

"Put it away," laughed John-Paul, too drunk now to be embarrassed.

Rhys put the dildo over his crotch. "Fancy sucking on this?" he laughed.

"Nah, I'd prefer the real thing actually," smiled John-Paul, hoping to make Rhys blush.

"Can't blame you mate, you're only human," Rhys smiled back without flinching.

"You're so up yourself, you are!" said John-Paul as he lay back on the bed.

"Yeah well I bet you'd rather be up me," Rhys grinned.

"Stop it!" laughed John-Paul. "And put my dildo back!"

But Rhys ignored him and continued. "Is it true gay guys give the best blowjobs?"

"Yeah, course we do," said John-Paul. "We know what we're doing."

"Show me."

John-Paul looked at Rhys, slightly taken aback. "What?" he asked, with a weak smile.

Rhys threw the dildo at him, and realisation swept quickly over John-Paul at what Rhys meant. "No way, I'm not sucking a dildo for you!"

"Go on mate," urged Rhys, as he rejoined him on the bed. "I wanna see." There was something about Rhys that John-Paul just couldn't say no to.

"Fine!" he conceded. He picked up the dildo and slowly wrapped his lips around it. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Rhys's cock, moving it gently in and out of his mouth. He continued to suck off the dildo while Rhys looked on in awe. John-Paul was now getting so turned on he couldn't stop himself from getting hard. He had never wanted Rhys so badly and decided he was gonna for it. He put the dildo down and reached to grab Rhys's crotch, taking him completely by shock.

"W.. w.. woah," stuttered Rhys, backing off a little. "What ya doing, mate?"

But John-Paul wasn't deterred. "You wanted to know if us gays give better blowjobs. Here's your chance to find out." He reached for Rhys's flies and undid them.

But Rhys was still protesting. "I dunno about this, mate."

"Relax," said John-Paul with a reassuring smile, and slipped his hand inside Rhys's flies, copping his first feel of his cock, surprised and delighted to find that it was hard. Before Rhys could object any further, John-Paul had pulled his hard-on out of his flies, and was feasting his eyes on eight glorious inches of cock meat -- every bit as appetising as he had imagined. He pulled the foreskin back and wasted no time in getting his lips to work, licking at the piss-slit, then swirling his tongue around the head, and as he did so, he felt Rhys lean back and finally start to relax.

John-Paul wrapped his lips tightly around Rhys's shaft, expertly licking and sucking his way down it. Rhys moaned uncontrollably with the pleasure of being sucked off by his mate, and instinctively grabbed the back of John-Paul's head, forcing his dick further into his mouth, until he had every one of those eight inches inside it.

"Fuck, yeah," whispered Rhys, now starting to slowly thrust his hips, as his throbbing erection went in and out of John-Paul's mouth. John-Paul undid Rhys's top button and, as there were no objections from Rhys, he pulled his jeans and boxers down, catching his first sight now of Rhys's thick bush of dark pubes and big round low-hanging balls. His tongue now turned its attention to these tasty looking low-hangers, taking each one in turn and gently working its magic over them. At the same time, he was slowly wanking off Rhys's cock, and he could tell by the sounds Rhys was making that he was loving it. His lips then moved back upwards, taking his time to work up the shaft from the base. Now feeling a bit more daring, John-Paul moved his hand in between Rhys's legs, gently prising them apart and pushing his finger against Rhys's hole.

"Oh, mate", Rhys began to protest, but John-Paul just shhhhed him and let his finger slip inside. "Mmmmmm," came Rhys's loudest moan yet, and soon John-Paul was simultaneously sucking him off and fingering him, first with one finger, then with two.

But John-Paul had another surprise in store for Rhys. He reached for the dildo, and it took Rhys a second or two to register his mate's intentions.

"Oh mate, no way!" This time Rhys sounded more adamant.

"Come on man, don't wimp out on me now!" said John-Paul.

"But mate..."

But John-Paul cut him off. "You're gonna love it. Trust me." He flashed Rhys a cheeky little smile and then he was gently teasing Rhys's hole with the head of the dildo. Rhys knew he should stop now, this was taking things a step too far, he wasn't even gay for fuck's sake, and he was gonna let John-Paul fuck him with a dildo. But there was something inside him that was stopping him from caring, a little voice going "Fuck it!"

"I guess you gotta try everything once, yeah?" Rhys said quietly, in a feeble attempt to justify himself.

John-Paul replied by shoving the dildo right up Rhys's arse in one swift move, making Rhys shudder and gasp with this sudden pain. He pulled it out, and then slid it back in, slowly building into a rhythm, and Rhys was moaning and gasping uncontrollably as the dildo fucked him. He had never felt a sensation like this before.

"If only Mercedes could see you now," smiled John-Paul.

Rhys couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, in between his moaning and gasping, but eventually managed a comeback. "If only your boyfriend could see you now!"

"Fuck you!" laughed John-Paul.

"I think you already are, mate," he replied, and John-Paul increased pace, sliding the dildo harder and faster in and out of his tight hole, his whimpering getting louder and more frantic. Harder and faster, louder and more frantic... And then Rhys's body started to quiver, he couldn't control it. His face screwed up, his fists clenched tightly, and his voice rose to almost a scream.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, and then a stream of cum shot out of his cock, flying straight up to hit him in the face. John-Paul let out a little chuckle at this comedy moment but continued fucking him with the dildo, and Rhys ejaculated load after load of hot white creamy cum all over his t-shirt. It was the most intense and sensational orgasm he had ever felt, and it was the first time he'd ever cum without his cock being touched at the point of orgasm. He figured it was true that the male G-spot really was somewhere up the arse. It was only when his orgasm finally subsided that he unclenched his fists and relaxed his face, John-Paul finally removing the dildo from inside him.

"Fuckin' hell," whispered Rhys, as he lay there trying to get his breath back.

"Someone's made a bit of a mess," smiled John-Paul.

"I've never cum that much before!" said Rhys. "And I've never cum over my face either!" Both boys laughed, and John-Paul reached down to lick some of the cum off Rhys's still hard cock.

"Dirty boy!" Rhys said to him as he did this.

"I'm not the one who's just been fucked by a dildo!" John-Paul reminded him.

"I can't believe I let you do that!"

"Oh, I can," said John-Paul with a grin. "I always knew you were a dirty little fucker!"

"Is that right?" grinned Rhys.

"Well you gotta be to go out with my sister I reckon!"

Rhys laughed, as John-Paul lay back down beside him. "So come on then, do gays give better blowjobs?"

"Too fuckin' right!"

"Glad to hear it," smiled John-Paul. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

"Seriously?" asked Rhys, a little surprised.

"Ever since I saw you."

Rhys stared up at the ceiling, with a smug grin on his face. "Well I am pretty irresistable."

"Don't start that again," laughed John-Paul.

The two boys lay there in silence for a few moments, Rhys still naked from the waist down and his t-shirt soaked with his cum. He let out a little chuckle.

"What?" asked John-Paul with a curious smile.

"I was just thinking," explained John-Paul. "Me and Gilly once had a bet to see who could bag the most McQueen sisters."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, and I reckon I should get bonus points for the brother!"

"Cheeky twat!" laughed John-Paul. "But technically you haven't actually `bagged' me yet."

"Give it time," replied Rhys, with his sexy trademark grin.

John-Paul was just about to speak when the bedroom door opened. The boys looked up in shock at the figure standing in the doorway.

Comments, criticisms, suggestions for the next part? Email me at blueboy3649@hotmail.com.

Next: Chapter 2


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