Gay Erotic Stories

This is a story about some of my fave characters in a UK soap called EastEnders - I just wish I was the scriptwriter - hope you enjoy it ! Jamie took the twenty from the woman, and gave her a five pound note in return. She peered at it, and slipped it into her purse before she moved away from the stall. "Oi!! What do you think you're doing ?" said a husky voice behind him. Jamie span round. It was Beppe diMarco, former policeman and hot Italian. Jamie had often sat in the Square and looked at Beppe as he passed with his son. Jamie had even sat watching while Beppe played with his son on the swings in the park. Jamie admired Beppe's dark Italian looks, with deep sexy brown eyes, glossy short black hair, and that cute goatee-type beard. Jamie's heart had done somersaults when he once saw Beppe running through the Square with his shirt off, a light covering of soft hair sprawled across his chest. The sight had occupied Jamie's thoughts and wank fantasies for weeks afterwards. "What were you doing just then ? " demanded Beppe. "N..n..nothing, " stammered Jamie, and flicked his blond hair out of his eyes. "You short changed that old woman, " said Beppe, " That's stealing." Jamie tried to stutter that he hadn't meant to, but with a sinking heart realized that Beppe had seen him slip the spare tenner into his jeans pocket. "You're nicked, boy !" said Beppe, and he grabbed Jamie's shoulder and marched him away from the stall. "Where are we going ? What did you mean nicked ? " asked Jamie nervously. "I'm going to turn you in - call my old mates in the Force, " replied Beppe viciously. He pushed and dragged Jamie's shoulder until they reached the flat where Beppe and his son lived. Jamie was pushed along the stairs and inside. "Sit down !" snapeed Beppe, pushing Jamie onto the sofa. Jamie did as he was told - he had no choice - and Beppe went over to the drawers. He opened the top one and took out a mobile phone and some handcuffs. Turning back he slapped the handcuffs on Jamie's wrists. "Now sit still," ordered Beppe. He stabbed a phone number out on the buttons of his phone and pressed call. "It's me, " he said into the mouthpiece, " I've got a thief here. Do you want to come and get him ? " And with that he cancelled the call and threw the handset onto the drawers. "Beppe, please..." pleaded Jamie, scared, "Don't turn me in. I'll never do it again - honest - please ?!?!?" "You're a naughty boy Jamie. You've got to learn your lesson, " said Beppe, with a slight smile. Jamie looked frantic. "Please !" he said, "I'll give you money, work for you in the restaurant, do anything - please?!?!" he pleaded. Beppe's smile increased. He grabbed Jamie's hand in the cuff, and dragged him to his feet. Beppe looked at the boy in front of him. Jamie's long blond hair flopped into his brown eyes again, and his full lips were slightly parted. He was small and skinny, pale in contrast to Beppe's olive, muscled body. Jamie couldn't hold Beppe's gaze, and his eyes fell away. Beppe grabbed his chin and made him look back. "We'll see how good you can be in the future, " said Beppe, "Starting tonight." Jamie's heart gave a lurch of hope, but before he could say anything, Beppe suddenly brought his lips down onto Jamie's. Jamie's eyes widened in shock. His did even greater flipflops. This was what he had dreamed of and wanked about. What was going to happen next ? Jamie felt Beppe's tongue feel it's way through his lips, and force its way past his teeth into the boy's mouth, feeling and probing, a hot and lithe invader. Jamie's head swam. Beppe pulled away, and keeping his hand on Jamie's wrist, dragged him through a door. It was the door to the bedroom. Beppe pushed Jamie into a sitting position on the bed. "How good can you be Jamie ? " he rasped, unbuttoning his 501 flies with one hand. He hauled out a large olive cock, slightly haired, already fully erect. Jamie gaped - the cock was all he had ever dreamed about. It was larger than Phil's or even Grant's, glimpsed by careful observation in the flat. Beppe let go of his meat and grabbed the back of Jamie's blond head. Jamie turned pale, and started to resist. "What do you want me to do ?" he stuttered nervously. "Open wide, " grinned Beppe and jabbed his enormous thick cock past Jamie's lips and into his mouth and throat. Jamie gagged badly, but Beppe persisted and gradually Jamie grew used to the monster organ in his mouth, and then began to enjoy his first taste of cock. He tried to remember what he had read in the gay guy mag he had nicked from the First til Last. Jamie used his tongue to rub up and down the shaft of Beppe's cock, nibbling gently and carefully with his teeth on the loose skin, and sucked hard. All the while, Beppe kept a hold of the back of Jamie's head, and maintained a steady rhythm, pushing his sword in and out of the boy's stretched mouth. Although he was concentrating on the meat between his lips, Jamie felt the stirrings of his own cock trapped in his jeans. Suddenly, Beppe's pushigns and thrustings got more urgent and more violent, and then he stopped. Jamie felt Beppe's dick pulse and throb inside his mouth, and then his mouth and throat fille d with a warm, acrid slightly salty, creamy liquid. He had no option - he had to swallow; and swallow he did, until it had all gone. Beppe pulled his softening cock out of Jamie's mouth. "Not bad," he panted, " But you are going to have to show me that you can behave better than that before I let you off." To be continued....... Thanks for reading this story. If you liked it mail me, and there are several more parts I would be happy to post on this site. Schweppessch@hotmail.com.