Gay Erotic Stories

The characters in this story are taken from the British soap EastEnders - and are probably the sexiest men alive!! Email me if you like the story!!! Jamie took the twenty pound note from the woman, and gave her a five in return. She peered at it myopically, and slipped it into her purse before she ambled off out of the shop. "What do you think you're doing ?" said a deep, dark brown voice behind him. Jamie span round. It was Beppe diMarco, Former policeman and hot Italian who worked in the family restaurant in the Square. Jamie had often sat in the Square and looked at Beppe as he passed with his son. He had even spied on Beppe (childish!)as he played gently with his son in the play park. Jamie admired Beppe's dark Mephistophelean looks, with deep and sexy brown eyes, glossy short black hair, and that cute little goatee-type beard. Jamie's heart had done somersaults on the one occasion when he saw Beppe running through the Square, with his T-shirt off and over his shoulder. A light covering of soft brown hair had covered Beppe's chest, and the sight had occupied Jamie's thoughts and jerkoff fantasies for weeks afterwards. "What were you doing just then ?" Beppe repeated, more forcefully. "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, he realized Beppe had seen him slip the spare tenner into the pocket of his jeans. "You're nicked, boy," said Beppe, and he grabbed Jamie's shoulder and marched him out of the shop. "Where are we going ?" Jamie asked, nervously. "I'm going to turn you in - call my old mates on the force, " said Beppe viciously. He pushed and dragged Jamie's shoulder, until he reached the basement flat where Beppe lived. Jamie was hauled down the stairs, and pushed inside. "Sit down!" snapped Beppe, pushing Jamie onto the sofa. Jamie did as he was told, and Beppe went over to the sideboard. He opened a drawer and took out some handcuffs. Turning back, he slapped them on Jamie's wrists. "Now sit still," ordered Beppe. He scooped up the 'phone and dialed a number. "It's me, " he said into the mouthpiece, "I've got a little thief here. Do you want to come and get him ?" And with that he recradled the receiver. "Beppe, please, " said Jamie, scared, "Don't turn me in. I'll never do it again - please???" "You've been a naughty boy, Jamie. You've got to learn your lesson," said Beppe, with a slight smile. Jamie looked frantic - Phil would kill him. "Please," he said, " I'll give you money, work for you in the restaurant, do anything - please?" Beppe's smile increased, and despite his fear, Jamie couldn't help but feel that this man was the sexiest man on Earth. Beppe grabbed Jamie's hand in the 'cuff, and dragged him to his feet. Beppe looked at the boy in front of him. Jamie's longish blond hair flopped again into his brown eyes at the front, while nestling against the top of his neck at the back. He had full lips which were slightly parted. He was small and skinny in contrast to Beppe's muscled body, but then again was only 16 in contrast to Beppe's 30. 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, " he said, "starting tonight." Suddenly, he brought his lips down on Jamie's. Jamie's eyes widened in shock. His heart did flip flops. Wasn't this what he had dreamed of and wanked about ? What was going to happen next ? He felt Beppe's tongue feel its way through his lips, and force its way into his 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 down to sit on the bed. "How good can you be, Jamie ?" he asked, unbuttoning his 501 flies with his free hand. He hauled out one of the largest and thickest cocks that Jamie had ever seen. It was everything that Jamie had ever dreamed about - bigger even than Phil's and Grant's seen in stolen glimpses through the crack in the bathroom door. Beppe's cock was dark olive, slightly haired, at least 9 inches long and almost as thick as a Coke can, it seemed to Jamie. Beppe leaned towards Jamie, and grabbed the back of his blond head. The boy paled. "What do you want me to do?" he stuttered nervously. "Open wide," grinned Beppe, and with one swift movement jabbed the enormous piece of meat past Jamie's lips and into his mouth and throat. Jamie gagged, but once he got used to the monster organ in his mouth, he began to enjoy his first taste of cock, and tried desperately to remember what he had read in the well-thumbed gay mag under his bed, stolen from Terry's First til Last. He used his tongue to rub up and down the underside of Beppe's cock, feeling the thick tube and velvety soft skin with the tip. He nibbled gently and carefully with his teeth, pulling softly at the uncut foreskin, and rubbing his tongue underneath. He sucked hard, breathing in and tightening the grasp of his lips and tongue around the gorgeous piece of man flesh in his mouth. All the while, Beppe kept hold of the back of his head, and maintained a steady rhythm, pushing his fat cock in and out of the young boy's mouth. Although concentrating on the meat between his lips, Jamie began to feel the stirrings of his own young cock inside his blue jeans. Suddenly, Beppe's pushing and thrusting got more urgent and violent, forcing the huge cock down Jamie's young throat. Then, he stopped. His cock pulsed and throbbed in Jamie's mouth, and Jamie felt his mouth fill with hot, slightly salty, creamy liquid. There was so much, and with Beppe's cock still in there, Jamie had no option but to swallow, and 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." Now read Part 2 for the continuing story...