Easties 1

“Wotcha bro. Any chance of a massage? My muscles are all locked up mate.”

“Er yeah. Sure, but I'm off out in a minute.”

“Well just give us a quick one mate.” That should set his mind running thought Mark. Martin had given massages to Mark before but never when they were both wearing so little clothing. Martin put his hands on Mark's shoulders and knelt down by the side of the bed. His hands gripped Mark's shoulders and began to manipulate the tight muscles.

“That's good matey but a bit one-sided. Why don't you just sit across me?”

“Er okay Mark.”

Martin got up. His cock was hardening at the thought of sitting across his brothers arse while he ran his hands over him. Putting a leg over each side of Mark Martin began his massage again. He pushed and pulled at the knotted muscles eliciting small moans of pleasure from Mark.

“That's fucking smart matey. It feels really good.”

Mark pushed upwards with his arse wondering if Martin was getting as hard as he was. His cock straightened its way up underneath him and he let himself back down again. Martin's cock was now tenting his trackie bottoms. He hoped Mark wouldn't look round and see. Martin's hands ran down to the small of Mark's back and back up the length of his torso.

“Ah that's cool bro. How about doing my legs?”

“Sure Mark.”

Martin leaned forwards and shuffled his way down the length of Mark's legs. He ran a hand along each one, squeezing the muscles and deeply rubbing the flesh. His thumbs were running along Mark's inner thighs. Fuck he was turned on. He wondered if Mark was.

“Just finish off with my arse cheeks dude.”

Now Martin wasn't sure what to do. Should he just massage Mark dressed as he was or suggest he took his footie shorts off?

“Tell you what bro. Just get my shorts off so you can do it properly.”

His heart racing with a mixture of fear and lust Martin put his hands in the waistband of Mark's shorts and began pulling them down. Mark lifted his arse up to let Martin pull them down. His cheeks were partly uncovered but the shorts wouldn't move down any further.

“They're a bit stuck bro. Can you just free 'em up?”

Did Mark want him to feel him up? Was he gonna wank his older brother off? Martin moved one hand around Mark's waist and slid it against his stomach. He put his hands against the front of Mark's shorts and could feel Mark's hard cock pressing against the waistband stopping them from being pulled down.

“Reckon the old man's what's stopping it matey. Sort it out Martin.”

Sliding his other hand around Mark's waist Martin could pull the waistband forward and release Mark's cock. He took his hands away and pulled Mark's shorts down his legs.

“That's much better matey. Carry on dude.”

Martin ran his hands over his brother's arse. He squeezed and massaged the cheeks looking curiously at the hairy hole. What would it be like to push his finger in or even more, push his cock in? Shagging his own brother!

“That feels much better mate. Gonna do me chest?”

Mark turned to look at Martin who'd stopped massaging him. He glanced down Martin's body and noticed the bulge of his younger brother's cock. So he was turned on as well. “Excellent.”

“I'll just roll over matey.”

Martin lifted himself slightly so that Mark could swivel his legs around more easily. As Martin watched Mark turned over. He couldn't help but look down at Mark's hard cock. He'd seen his brother in the shower but never with a stiffie before.

“I think those hands of yours have got me a bit turned on bro. Well don't worry about it just loosen up my chest and thigh muscles. Think I'll have a shower after that.”

Mark lay back with his hands under his head waiting to see how Martin would massage him. The younger brother leaned forwards and began running his hands over Mark's chest. His own cock was rock hard inside his trackie bottoms and as he leaned forwards it rubbed up against Mark's.

“That's good bro. Just keep un-knotting those muscles.”

As Martin's hands ran up his chest Mark pushed forwards with his hips. His engorged cock pressed firmly up against Martin's.

“Yeah Martin that's really good.”

Martin ran his hands over Mark's chest but also began pushing his hard prick against Mark's. It felt good. He and his brother were turning each other on. This was even better than with Ricky!

“Yeah Martin that feels fuckin' cool.”

All pretence at a massage was now over as Martin lay down on Mark and began rubbing his cock up and down against Mark's. Mark surprised Martin by putting his hands around his head and pulling his mouth close to his. Mark pushed his tongue against Martin's mouth who didn't resist. As they kissed deeply Mark ran his hands down his brother’s back. He slipped his hand inside the trackie bottoms and began squeezing his arse. Then Mark ran a finger up and down Martin's crack lingering around his hole. Fuck Mark. That's fuckin' horny.

“Yeah bro. Me and Ian spent fuckin' ages playing with each other like this.” As Martin pushed and ground his body against Mark's and Mark began pushing the first knuckle of his middle finger into his brother neither of them heard the floorboard creak on the landing.

Tom had finished a shift early at the fire station and thought he'd catch hold of Mark to see if he would like a pint or two. The back door of the house was open and Tom slowly went upstairs. He could hear that something was going on and if Lisa and Mark were shagging then he fancied being a bit of a voyeur.

On the landing he peered around the corner of the door to Mark's room. He was very surprised to see Martin instead of Lisa. He listened as he watched the two boys enjoy each other.

“Yeah Mark push it in a bit more.”

“Good on ya Martin.” Ian loved being fingered matey and being blown and more. Unaware that they were being observed the two of them became more and more passionate. Martin managed to slide his trackie bottoms down and off his legs while Mark fingered him. He pushed Marks shorts right off. Marks cock was rubbing up against his and it felt good.

“Have you ever been blown by a bloke Mark?”

“Couple of times bro. Why? D'you need some practice? I won't stop you.”

Martin began to lick Mark's chest and ran his tongue across down his stomach. Mark let his finger fall from Martin's backside as Martin moved his head nearer to his cock. Martin backed down and knelt between Mark's legs. He looked at his brother’s hard cock and then gently wrapped his fist around it. He pulled the foreskin back and then leaned forward sticking out his tongue. He ran it over the end of Mark's cock and gently squeezed at the same time.

“Yeah. That's good Martin.”

He ran his tongue all over the crown of it and then began licking as much as he could. With his other hand he began fondling Mark's balls. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft of Mark's cock and then opened his mouth and began sucking on the end of it. Mark reached down and ran his hands through his brother’s hair while he sucked his cock. Martin began bobbing his head up and down on Mark's cock. He could taste the pre-cum leaking from Mark. He began squeezing his balls more firmly.

“Yeah Martin. That's fuckin' A.”

Mark began pushing up with his hips, his cock slowly going in and out of Martin's mouth. He held Martin's head still while he slowly fucked his mouth. Martin stayed still for a while as the shaft of his brother's cock went back and forth in his mouth. He applied more pressure with his lips and kept running his tongue over as much of the cock in his mouth as he could. His hand squeezed and massaged Mark's balls and he could feel them begin to tighten ready to shoot their load. He moved his head up away from Mark's cock and wrapped his other hand around it. He began wanking Mark with a tight and firm grip. Mark was pushing upwards with his hips.

“Oh yeah bro. Gonna shoot.”

Suddenly Mark's cock unloaded three heavy spurts of come. They splattered over his stomach and chest.

“Fuck matey. That was good. Pass us me shorts dude.”

Martin reached down to the side of the bed and passed Mark his shorts. Mark took them and wiped his torso down.

“Want me to finish you off dude?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Okay. Kneel on the bed with your back to me.”

Martin did as Mark asked and then felt Mark move up against him. He could feel Mark's softening cock pressing against his right cheek as Mark reached round and took his hard cock in his hand. It felt good again having his cock felt and played with again. Mark began wanking Martin. Pulling his foreskin all the way back and then letting his fist run right over the end of Martin's shaft. He gripped Martin more tightly and speeded up the pace. As he did he put his middle finger into his mouth making it slippery with spit. Then he reached down to Martin's tight arse and began pushing the finger in.

In the hallway Tom began squeezing his cock inside his jeans. This was one of the hottest things he'd seen for some time. And it was very interesting to hear that Ian liked being sucked and finger fucked. He hadn't fucked a bloke for a while. The last time was at a works do where a drunken mate had decided he wanted a shower. Tom had followed the guy to the showers and after sucking him off had turned the guy around and fucked him senseless. The guy had loved it but never mentioned it again.

“Yeah push it in me Mark.”

Mark began to work his finger more deeply into Martin. As he finger fucked and wanked him he could see Martin's balls tighten ready to blow. It didn't take long. Martin shot a load across the end of the bed and then three or four more as Mark milked his cock. He thought his head had exploded. Somehow Mark had touched somewhere special inside him. He'd never thought he'd enjoy having someone finger his arse but it was amazing. Fuck Mark. That was the best wank ever.

“There's loads I can teach you matey but not now. We'll get it together again another time, okay?”

“Sure.” . Martin got off the bed and found his trackie bottoms. Neither Mark nor Martin heard Tom turn and slip quietly down the stairs. Martin pulled his trackies on and left the room. He wanted to lie down for a while. His head was spinning. He went back to his room and dropped on to his bed. In the background he could hear the sound of Mark going into the bathroom. Then he heard the shower working. Lying his hand on his half hard cock he drifted to sleep.

It was dusk and Tom was hunting for Ian. He'd looked all around the square for him but had not had any luck yet. Certainly things weren't going too well for Ian at the moment and he could often be found consoling himself with a bottle. This was what Tom was hoping for. A drunk Ian would be a lot more pliable than a sober one.

Suddenly it hit him. The allotments. He walked out of the square and after five minutes brisk walking walked through the allotment gates. Bulls eye! There was Ian on the bench outside of Arthur Fowler's shed. And, yes, he had a half empty bottle of whisky in his hand. Tom went and sat next to him ensuring his thigh was pressed against Ian's.

“How's it going then Ian?”

“Terrible. I've lost my wife, my kids, my business. It's a fuckin' mess!”

He slurred the words as he spoke but that didn't stop him taking another slug of drink. Well you've got a friend or two-left old fella. As he said this Tom casually draped his hand over Ian's shoulder and began to gently massage his neck and shoulders. Ian closed his eyes as the firm fingers loosened the knots in his shoulders.

“You're a mate Tom.”

“Yeah Ian. Sometimes a man needs another man to help him out--to make him feel good. Know what I mean? Give us a neck of that Ian.”

Ian passed Tom the bottle who drank deeply from it. As he passed it back he made sure it rubbed over the crotch of Ian's trousers.

“Yeah. Men understand men don't they?”

“You're right Ian. Sometimes only a man will do.”

Gently Tom put his hand on Ian's chest and began running his fingers around Ian's right nipple. Ian took another gulp from the bottle.

“Yeah Tom. God, that feels good.”

Tom looked down at Ian's crotch and was glad to see an erection pushing upwards. He slid his hand across Ian's chest and began unbuttoning his shirt from the neck downwards. He stopped when he reached Ian's waist and then slid his hand inside the shirt moving upwards across his chest. Again his fingers brushed Ian's nipple but this time he started to tenderly squeeze it. He felt it harden and so moved across his chest to the other one, which he fondled equally sensually.

“Mmmm. I like that Tom.”

“I can see you do Ian.”

Ian's cock was now tenting his trousers. He downed another slug of whisky and offered it to Tom. “Go on matey. Have some more.”

“Will do Ian.”

Tom took the bottle and drank some more. He passed the bottle back to Ian but instead of returning his hand to Ian's chest he put it on the bulge in the man's trousers and started squeezing his cock.

“Do you like that Ian?”

“Oh yeah Tom. Yeah. Feel me up. I fuckin' love that.”

Tom ran his fingers up and down Ian's hard cock and then bent over to lick his chest. As he ran his tongue over Ian's nipples his fingers slid the zip of his trousers down and his fingers reached inside to wrap themselves around Ian's cock. He slowly wanked him and at the same time ran his tongue up Ian's neck until his mouth was over Ian's and he was kissing him passionately. As his tongue went in and out of Ian's mouth and Ian responded with equal fervour he freed Ian's cock from the confines of his boxer shorts. Once out of his trousers Ian's cock was a lot easier to wank and Tom gripped and squeezed whilst moving his hand up and down.

“Fuck that's good Tom. Yeah go on wank me.”

Tom took his time and wanked Ian in all sorts of different ways. He wrapped his whole fist around Ian's cock and squeezed long and hard. Then he let go and just used a finger and thumb linked together in a classic circle to run up and down Ian's hard shaft. Finally he pulled his head away from Ian's neck, where he had been kissing and licking, and bent over to Ian's cock head. He stuck out his tongue and began running it around in circles over the hot end. Ian moaned as the feelings of pleasure ran through him. Tom whetted his lips and began sucking on Ian's cock end whilst he gently wanked the shaft. Once Ian was freely leaking pre-cum Tom lifted his head up.

“Is that good Ian?”

“Fuckin' excellent.”

“Let's go into that shed so we can be a bit more private and I'll make you feel really good.” The pair stood up Tom supporting Ian. They walked towards the shed, Ian with his cock sticking out of his flies and Tom with his hand on Ian's arse. Tom pushed the door open and they both went in.

Robbie would always cut across the allotments on his way home. He'd got a stash of dirty magazines in Arthur Fowler's shed and he just fancied a good wank. His cock was half hard as he walked amongst the plots and made his way to the shed. But as he approached he could see that there was someone already in there. They had their back to him but he recognised Ian. What was he doing in the shed? He ducked down and moved to the side of the shed where a loose board would allow him to look inside.

Once they were inside Tom pushed Ian so that he was standing against the bench next to the window. He got down on his knees and unbuckled Ian's belt. Next he undid his trousers and pulled them down to Ian's ankles. Then he pushed Ian's cock back through the piss slit of his boxers and pulled those down to Ian's ankles as well. Ian's cock stood hard and proud and Tom, whilst holding on to Ian's thighs sucked the length of the shaft into his mouth. Ian just let his head fall back. The feelings running through him via his cock were phenomenal.

“Oh yeah Tom. Just take it right inside you.”

Tom gulped down on Ian's cock and his hands ran up and down, squeezing Ian's thighs. He loved this part of seducing a guy. Making the guy wallow in his own pleasure. Then afterwards Tom had them as compliant as he wanted them. He let Ian's cock slip from his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the hard shaft that had slapped against Ian's stomach. Next he ran his tongue over Ian's balls, gently licking and stimulating them. As he did this he pulled Ian's shoes and socks off and slipped his trousers and boxers over Ian's feet. Next he undid his own belt and jeans and pushed them along with his own boxers down to his knees. As he licked and slurped Ian's cock back into his mouth he began to gently wank his own cock. He moved slowly back and forth letting Ian's cock almost leave his wet and warm mouth before taking the whole length of the hard shaft back in again.

“Oh fuck Tom. You're gonna make me shoot my fuckin' load mate.”

Tom pulled himself away from Ian's cock. “Not just yet matey. Come on turn around for me.” He guided Ian's legs as Ian turned his back to him. He reached up to Ian's arse cheeks and began to massage them moving his thumbs nearer and nearer to his hole, pulling Ian's cheeks apart. Then he reached up with his tongue and ran it down the small of Ian's back continuing further so that his tongue ran all the way down of the crack of Ian's arse.

“Like that Ian?”

“Oh yeah Tom. Fuck yeah. Do it again matey.”

Tom smiled to himself and applied himself to Ian's crack, running his tongue up and down and lingering over the hairy, pink hole. Generating as much saliva as he could he rimmed Ian's arse pushing his tongue up against the tight hole as his hands pulled the cheeks apart to get that much more inside.

Robbie was appalled and amazed and tuned on. He half knew what guys got up to with each other, wanking each other off, blowing each other and even fucking each other but he hadn't realised that they'd lick each out. Just like muff diving. He watched as Tom pushed his face right into Ian's arse, licking and slowly pushing his tongue in the hole. He could see that Tom's cock was still rock hard. His own cock was pushing against his trousers and he absently groped himself as he watched Tom tongue fuck Ian.

Now that Ian was nice and wet Tom was ready for the final part of his evening fun with him. He stood up and pushed his jeans and boxers to his ankles. He pressed himself against Ian so that his own hard cock was rubbing up and down Ian's crack. It was leaking pre-cum and added to the slick wetness already there. His hand reached around to Ian's cock and he wanked it firmly as he spoke to Ian.

“So have I got my pal nice and hot then Ian?”

His other hand ran over Ian's chest pinching and squeezing his nipples. His tongue ran around Ian's neck leaving long trails of wet warmth.

“Oh fuck yeah Tom. I'm so fuckin' turned on.”

“So are you gonna let Tom take you then matey?”

“Whatever you want mate.”

“Okay, I want you to lie down on that old blanket. I'll do the rest.”

He helped the aroused and drunken Ian to lie down all the while tugging gently on his own and Ian's cock. He proffered the whiskey to Ian who drank deeply and then he gulped down a swig himself. He quickly undid his trainers and slipped them and his socks off as well as his jeans and boxers. Then he knelt down between Ian's legs, took hold of his ankles and put them on his own shoulders. Then he grabbed his cock and after pulling the foreskin back began rubbing it up and down the crack of Ian's arse. Eventually he let it stop over Ian's hole and began to push forwards. Slowly the head of his cock pushed its way inside Ian's arse. Tom grinned as he watched Ian's features contort with the pain and pleasure of receiving a cock up his arse. Slowly but surely he kept pushing and Ian, as drunk as he was, was able to let Tom's thick shaft enter all the way inside him. As it did it pressed up against his prostate and sent waves of dizzying pleasure course through him, making his own cock, which had become flaccid, now stand proud and hard again.

Now that he was balls deep in Ian Tom could begin the serious business of fucking him properly. He gripped Ian's ankles more tightly and then started pulling and pushing his cock out and in of the guy's arse. Fuck. Ian must be a virgin. He'd got the tightest hole of any bloke he'd ever fucked. Ian now had his eyes shut and was just lying there enjoying the pleasure of a hard, thick cock plunging in and out of his arse. His own cock remaining rock hard as his hole was fucked by his old school mate.

Robbie had a grandstand view of all that was going on. Through the gap in the boards he could see Ian's face and run his eyes all along his body and over his stiff cock. He could see Ian's legs draped over Tom's shoulders and the look of animal passion in Tom's eyes as he stared down at Ian whilst he took him. He didn't know why but his own cock had become rock hard at the sights in the shed. He undid his zip and slipped his cock out into the night air. Wrapping a finger and thumb round it he began wanking himself in time to the rhythm that Tom was fucking Ian.

The sweat was beginning to run down Tom's face, shoulders and chest. His hips were bucking back and forth as he fucked Ian. He took hold of Ian's hips so that he could more forcefully shove his cock into him. Ian was moaning now. He loved the feel of Tom's rough hands on his hips, the girth of Tom's cock pushing inside him sending waves of pleasure through him. He reached up so he could put his hand on Tom's arse. He gripped firmly and began pulling Tom into him.

“Oh yeah good boy Ian. Yeah squeeze my arse.” Letting go of Ian's hips Tom lent full length on Ian. His hips were still pushing in and out of Ian's arse but now he held down Ian's arms as he ran his tongue over his face pushing his tongue into Ian's hot mouth. His hairy chest was pressed up against Ian's and he slid himself over Ian loving the feeling of dominating him.

His balls were tightening up and he knew he was going to shoot his load into Ian imminently. Ian loved the weight of Tom pressing against him. His cock was being massaged by Tom's firm and hairy stomach and his hole was aching with pleasure as Tom's cock pushed further and further into him. Then suddenly Tom stiffened and Ian felt the hot load shoot up inside him. This brought Ian to a climax as well and he came making a sticky mess between both of their stomachs.

“Fuck that was good Ian.”

“Yeah Tom you can do that again any time matey.”

Tom rested on Ian for a while feeling his cock had become soft before he slipped it out of Ian. Then happy that he'd had what he wanted he got up and quickly slipped his clothes on. “Ian I'll see you back at the square later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure Tom.”

Ian lay there and watched as Tom left the darkened shed. He'd go back home later.

Round the back of the shed Robbie was sliding his cock back into his jeans. He'd never seen something so erotic. Tom had really given Ian a good seeing to. Not long after Tom had shot his bolt Robbie had come too--his cum shooting out onto the grass. Now that he was soft again and had watched Tom leave Robbie stealthily left the allotment.

As well as the place for Robbie to stash his porn the shed was also somewhere where he and a couple of pals would go to drink. On the following evening Robbie, Martin and Asif were in the shed necking Gold Label beer. It was very strong and they had already drunk three cans each. Robbie was wondering whether to tell the other two lads about what he'd seen going on the other night. He took a deep breath.

“Guess what guys? I saw Ian Beale and Tom Banks shagging in here last night!” The other two lads just stared at Robbie so he told them what he had seen after cutting through the allotments. Asif spoke first.

“Wouldn't have thought Tom was queer.”

“You don't have to be queer to suck cock.”

Martin regretted the words the second they were out of his mouth. The idea of Tom and Ian getting it together had turned him on and brought back memories of some of the fun he'd been having in the last few days.

“So what would you be then?”

Robbie looked at Martin and took another slug on his beer. Martin looked at them both. “Well you could be helping out a mate.”

“What do you mean?”

Martin was getting more and more flustered as well as getting a bit red in the face Well your cock can't tell if it's a bloke's mouth or if it's a bird's mouth sucking on it. All it cares about is getting sucked.

“Oh yeah? And how do you know?”

Robbie looked at him waiting for an answer. “Been doing some knob gobbling then Martin?”

Asif smirked as he made this retort. At this Martin coloured even more. “Either that or he's been letting some guy suck him off.”

Martin was grateful for this get out clause from Robbie. “Yeah I did,” He then reluctantly added.

“We did each other cos we were pissed. It was Ricky Butcher.”

“What! You two ended up blowing each other after you got shit-faced?”

“Yeah mate. Just got mashed and a bit frisky.”

“So, are you up for showing us how it's done Martin?”