Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:05:33 +1100
From: Christian Williams <thebigbongs@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dirty Corrie 8

This is a fictional story based on fictional characters from Coronation
Street which is copyright of ITV productions.  The actors have nothing to
do with the content of this story. My story itself does not by any means
reflect the sexual preference of the characters, nor the actors who play
these characters.


DIRTY CORRIE - Part 8


'Oh yeah' said the young and rather dishy chef 'I've brought it alright.'

Paul had brought his weapon, but his most potent weapon - that between his
legs - was already beginning to grow.  He looked down and could barely
believe his eyes.  His eyes saw Jason, and liked what they saw!  The cum
covered Jason looked intriguing and very tempting but Paul's head simply
did not believe it.  This couldn't possibly be Jason.  Jason a cocksucker?
No, he had just married Sarah.  Jason was a normal bloke, a strong,
musculuar builder!  Jason was just a normal friendly bloke you could share
a pint with at the Rovers.  Jason taking dick - not a chance he had been a
well renowned pussy hound as a younger man.  There was no denying though,
there Jason was dried cum on his face and in his hair, hands cuffed behind
his back, positioned at the feet of Liam lapping at Liam's big feet.  You
didn't get much more fag-like than that!

Without saying another word and without really thinking about what he was
doing Paul yanked down his black tracksuit bottoms revealing a tight pair
of briefs.  So tight were Paul's pants that his semi-hard dick looked even
bigger.

Jason should have groaned, he should have tried to back away, escape, flee,
instead his conversion into a cocklover continued as he looked at the
latest bulge before him and unconsiously licked his lips.

Paul saw the Corrie slut lick his lips - cleary Jason was up for this and
Paul continued to slowly and deliberately wank his cock.  Paul started to
pull down his pants as he did so

'Stop.' Liam told the younger man, rather startled and a confused Paul
stopped.  Surely he hadn't been invited here to look but not touch - what a
tease!  He even had brought Liam a toy for some serious sex-play.  Paul was
relieved when Liam commanded Jason to pull Paul's pants down with his teeth
and then added 'you know what you need to do then'.

As Jamie reached for the camera Jason scurried over to Paul.  Rather than
simply remove the tight, well packed pants Jason's slut-like tendancies
once again revealed themselves.

Jason's tongue which just minutes before had been all over Liam's tempting
feet, now started to explore the tight pants of Paul.  Jason's tongue went
up and down the bulge, wetting, no soaking them. Paul's impresssive bulge
was quickly visible to the three other men in the room.  Paul was proud of
his cock and rightly so.  What it lacked in girth it more than made up for
it length.  Paul certainly had a long cock with a distinct kick to the
left, he also packed a nice pair of juicy balls.  All in all Paul had a
package to be proud off and proud he was but not as proud as Jason was to
be servicing yet another stud.

Through the cotton of the pants Jason placed the now damp but ever juicy
ball in his mouth.  Paul gasped - Liam strongly nudged with his foot (a
kick as it felt to Jason) the builder and so he knew what he should do.
Jason grasped the elastic of the pant's waist between his teeth, scraping
at Paul's unkept bush of dark pubic hair.  Jason glanced up at the handsome
guy above him and as he looked up he started to pull the tight pants down.
Soon enough they were around his ankles, and Jason was no longer looking up
at the handsome face of Paul but rather at his nice long, pre-cum dripping
cock.  His pants now fully shed, Paul was naked like every other bloke in
the room.  His pants now on the ground Liam stretched out his muscular leg
and picked up the discarded underwear and thust it towards Jasons face.

As the garment brushed Jason's nose he inhaled.  Yet again Jason was
sucking in the scent of another man.  Yes a man, a dirty, sweaty man.  Paul
worked up a nice sweat in the kitchen, indeed every now and again he would
have a gratuitous grope at his crotch as he sweated from the balls.  Now
Jason breathed in heavily really making the most of the man-stench with
which the pants had been inpregnated.

'Dirty fag' chuckled Jamie and Paul soon slapped the pants away from
Jason's face with his wild swinging cock.  Once his face was away from his
used underwear Paul slapped the brown skin of Jason's face.  And then
slapped the other cheek.  And the slapped the first cheek again. He loved
it.  He loved the power he had over Jason, and he loved the strings of
pre-cum that stretched from his dick to Jason's face with each slap.  What
a sight!

Jason soon halted the slapping by lapping at the cock.  Jason's willingness
to stick his tongue anywhere once again saved him.  By licking up and down
the long thin shaft of Paul, the slapping ceased and the deeply pleasurable
slurping began.  Jason was intrigued by the kink of Paul's cock and he was
even more intrigued when the crocked cock was poking at the entrance of his
lips.

Jason's lips had barely parted but Paul was doing his best to stuff his
face.  Their wasn't much skill or finesse anout Paul's technique.  He was a
rough and ready kind of chap and his idea of shagging was little different.
His wild thrusts were somewhere in the direction of Jason's mouth but not
always quite successful.  It was the wildness of it that most excited
Jason, he slobbered his tongue over the blunt weapon trying to guide it
correctly.

When this failed Jason started to jack the cock at its base and while
steadily pumping the whopper he subtly controlled the direction of each
thrust.  Paul didnt mind: he had the vacuum of Jason sucking him expertly
while the builder's big, tough spade like hands nicely wanked his cock
base.  Paul had followed the help of Jason and every so slowly but steadily
had built a rhythm.  Jason still wasn't enjoying the full length of Paul's
mighty shaft, Paul was too excited to control his pummeling to allow him to
lodge his cock deepthroated in Jason but he could thrust and thrust and
batter the top of the back of Jason's throat.  This meant pre-cum slipped
straight down his throat.  What a feeling!  Jason could feel the direct
connection between Paul's cock and his stomach and he loved it. As a chef,
Paul knew how to make people feel good in their stomach but he had never
done it direct from source like this before.  The hairs on Paul's arms
stood up, he shivered with pleasure, this was like nothing he had
experienced before and he loved it.

Meanwhile the pre-cum flowing direct into Jason's tummy acted just like
petrol gushing into an engine.  The cock-sucker went turbo, sucking in
Paul's cock half-inch by half-inch.  Deeper and deeper came Paul and Jason
could let slip his grasp at the base of Paul's cock.  His hands were still
put to good use however as Jason grabbed a handfull of butt-cheek.  The
young rump of meat felt good in his hands.  The smooth, almost silky
baby-like skin against the rough spades of Jason, that sent a frisson
through both men but this was topped as Jason's fingers started to slip
between the two pert, shapely, tasty buttocks.  Paul seemed oblivious to
Jason's personal intrusion - he was just loving the BJ he was getting.  He
was not oblivious when Jason's probing finger slipped through his tight,
virgin ring.  As Jason slipped a finger into Paul's untouched crevice,
Paul's big nose (an indication of his big cock) flared and Paul jolted
forward.  Without knowing it, Jason had acheived exactly what he had
craved.  Paul's cock was now deep in his throat, Paul's pubes scratched at
his nose and two big low hanging and swinging balls bounced off his
chin. Paul was in him and in him in style.  Paul continued to pummel
without much control, much too Jason's clear delight.  Paul wasn't overly
toned, he had defined pecs but as his butt cheeks flexed squeezing Jason's
finger he power of Paul's pummelling matched anything Liam had punished
Jason with.

Jason wiggled his finger and this immediately proved too much for Paul.
With one wiggle at the inside wall of Paul's tight bum Jason got Paul to
spunk more than he had ever spunked in his life.  Jason too was caught
unawares by Paul's sudden blast and fell back.  Not only did Paul's cock
delodge itself from Jason's throat but from his mouth completely and so by
the time Paul spurted for a second, third and fourth time once again Jason
found his face coated with cum.

As Jason quickly withdrew his finger from Paul's newly deflowered arse Paul
sheepishly said: 'Sorry mate.'

'Don't apologise! This slut loves it... don't you J-boy' Liam chipped in
from the sofa from where he had been observing events while continuing to
watch the footy.

Jason, as ever, remained silent but to indicate he had indeed enjoyed his
latest assault he licked his lips, clearing them of the cum that they had
just been sprayed with.

Liam had been semi-aroused throughout Paul's blowjob and now it was his
turn once again.  He hadn't been pumping his own cock throughout the latest
encounter rather he had wrapped his wrist round the weapon that Paul had
brought with him.  He had gradually and caringly pumped the tool as if he
were stroking it to orgasm.  It was long and it was thick.  Liam stood up
with the toy in hand, Jamie helped lift Jason; Liam wiped his face getting
a nice handful of Paul's cream and smeared the toll with cum, lubing the
full length.  Jamie reacquainted Jason with the sofa, the wet patch of cum
was still wet as Jason once again bent over, his shapely round butt as
tempting as ever.

Liam brought the tool to Jason's stretched hole but then he offered the
opportunity to Paul:

'All yours mate.'

The young chef could scarcely believe his luck.  He had used a rolling pin
so often in his professional life but he had never been handed one lubed
with cum while a fit hunky stud bent over presenting his pussy to him.  He
held the pin, which was still at Jason's entrance and was now winking
impatiently.

'Are you sure mate?' Paul caringly questioned Jason but Jason again
remained silent.  The snub was enough to give Paul the urge to plow the
thick wooden rolling pin deep inside the tunnel of Jason, and so he
steadied himself - and thrust.

Jason responded this time but with a simple gutteral groan of agony.  A
groan Liam and Jamie were getting quite used to.  Jamie went up Jason,
getting really close to the rogered stud and started to wank right in his
face.  Liam however wanted more dirty talk.  Just as when he had first met
Jason chained to his bed Liam started to Jason whether he was enjoying Paul
slowly entering and exiting his hole with the thick rolling pin.  This was
an industrial size kitchen implement - it was certainly thick very thick.
It completely filled Jason, he felt he could hardly breath let alone talk.

Frustrated by the lack of a response Liam told Paul to be harder.  Any
inhibitions Paul had remaining now left him completely as he thrust the
wooden pin harder and further than before.

'Tell the guys what you told me upstairs' Liam continued.

There was no reply.

'Fuck him harder!' Was Liam's response to such rudeness. 'Go on Jay-Boy
tell them what you said'

'Errr...' It had been such a long and extraordinary day that Jason
struggled to remember quite what he said but as he heard Liam say to Paul
'Go on really batter that pussy of his, it deserves some punishment' he
knew it was quite urgent.

'That... I ... like being... fucked?' Jason half whispered-half groaned

'Do you know, its not what you said, but I'm glad you shared' smirked Liam
as he took control of the pin.

Now, Jason really could feel the step in plunging.  Liam was a masterful
fucker with his own tool or with another tool and he was proving it right
now.

As Liam started to withdraw the pin slowly and carefully until just the
ridge of the handle remained implanted Jason remembered.  But it was too
late as he said:

'I am .... a .... fag"

Liam plunged back in with all the power his tree like arms could conjure.

'Close but no cigar' sneered Liam as he withdrew to the same point once
more.

'I'm a dirty... fag' Jason panted.  And as he squeezed out the word 'fag'
his arse muscles squeezed down on the pin being powered back into him.
When the full length completely consumed him Jason could control himself no
longer and for a second time creamed all over the sofa.  Jamie looking on
at the sheer bliss crossing Jason's face could barely contain himself as he
too started to splurt cum roughly over Jason's face but also over the sofa.

Hearing Jason cum and seeing Jamie splurge, Liam withdrew the weapon from
Jason arse and told him to lick the arse juices off it.  Paul looked on,
still in amazement:

'Thanks guys!'



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