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The EastEnders Chronicles No1 - Grant Mitchell Grant Mitchell opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, thought for a moment and then glanced at the alarm clock. Still two hours to go before he had to get up. He lay there for a moment just listening to himself breathe. The white cotton bed linen was cool compared to the heat that his body was giving off. And this morning he was particularly hot. He slid his arm under the quilt and his hand ran down his hard chest over an erect nipple down over his naked stomach until he reached his pubes. He then diverted around the obvious place to explore as he placed his palm flat against a muscular thigh. He flexed this muscle and felt satisfaction in the work he had done in maintaining his physique. The other arm he raised up and bent it bringing his hand under his head. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out the defining contours of his arm muscles adding to his own contentment. The other hand gradually made its' way up a little and his fat fingers brushed against his hairy balls. "My crown jewels" he thought and a smile spread across his face. By now feeling very horny, Grant slid a fat digit against the crack of his ass and felt how sweaty it was. There was a little hair here and Grant pressed down further and touched the opening of his hole. As soon as this was touched his eight inch cock sprang up straight that it moved the quilt that was covering it. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" he moaned. He rubbed the opening a little bit more. The sensations he was getting was amazing. And his cock was responding without him actually having to touch it. With his thumb and index finger he opened up his hole further. The heat that was coming from there was incredible. What he wanted up there was a real hot tongue. Hot, wet and long. Just this thought let the last of his loose foreskin fall away from the large red head of his dick and gave him a hardon that he hadn't experienced for a long while, probably not since he had left the army. He pushed his finger in a little more and his dick curved upwards straining, his dick head rubbing against the fabric of the bedding. He rubbed his hole faster and faster and turned his head to one side in pleasure. Unexpectedly, his lips touched the soft skin of his biceps that was still against his face. He could smell the musk escaping from his arm pit and he exhaled the heady masculine aroma. He opened his mouth and licked gently his muscle and then started to kiss it. His ass muscles were also getting plenty of attention as they fixed tight around his fingers as he probed deeper and deeper inside himself. He continually groaned with self-pleasure as his mouth, cock and ass were all enjoying such sensations. His cock was rock solid now and his large piss-slit welled up with pre-cum. He felt the drips of hot cum scorch down the length of his dick only to be replaced my more fresh, clear juice. Grant kept his self busy for a long while. Sometimes he would bring his raised arm down and caress his nipples which were now the size of football studs. He would stroke his fine chest hair and then the broad flanks of side of his body. Visions of people he had fucked or wanted to fuck filled his head. Surprisingly most of these thoughts were of people he wanted to have sex with. Ricky - mmmmmmmmmmmm - yes Ricky was a handsome young man who worked for his brother. Tony - he could definitely use his tongue at the moment and Tony of course wasn't afraid of a bloke's dick. Steve, the guy who had bought the new Night-club was about the same age as him and he was as sure as fuck that he'd be great in the sack. Eventually Grant could no longer hold on. Still fingering himself and moaning even louder than ever, Grant grabbed hold of his massive prick. He kicked his quilt off him on to the floor and stroked his hand up and down the hot and veiny shaft. Slowly at first then getting harder and more and more forthright. Grant's face became strained as he began the eventual climb to orgasm. His biceps tightened and his pecs enlarged and pushed together making his nipples scratch against the flesh of his stretching arms. . Both hands working in unison on both ass and cock. His cock twitched and swelled again and again until he knew that this was the point of no return. He arched his back and pushed his ass against his fingers repeatedly. His strokes increased and he let out a roar...... "F......U......C......K......!!!!!!" Grant's body spasmed and huge spurts of cum flew from his slit and fell in strings on to his body. Wad after wad after wad his cock expelled until he was spent and had stopped yelling with pleasure. "Happy Birthday Grant" he sighed to himself with a grin. His breathing became more normal after a while and he lay there in satisfaction--until the alarm clock startled him--and also Ricky who had been watching him for the last twenty minutes from the crack in the doorway to Grant's Bedroom. Ricky - Phil's handsome garage mechanic. Ricky - who had let himself in (with the key Phil had gave him) to give Grant his Birthday card. Ricky who now had tent-poled his overalls. To be continued If you have enjoyed this or have any comments to make, would like me to continue the "EastEnders Chronicles" or would just like to say "Hi" please E mail me :- grant.edwards@virgin.net