English Lads

by Adam Carpenter

  “Hunter…you promised to tell me…”

  Jake’s mouth quieted at the same time it dropped open.

  Sliding his pants down around his ankles, Hunter’s cock bounced from its hold. Jake’s eyes widened at the size of it—length, girth, the bulging red, angry head. A generous amount of dark brown hair surrounded the cock, brush around a Redwood. His large cock called to Jake, and suddenly all questions, all thoughts of money and thugs and danger were gone, replaced by an urge, an overwhelming desire that swept over Jake like a tsunami. On unsteady legs Jake made his way toward Hunter, dropping fast to his knees. A smiling Hunter stared down at him as Jake opened his mouth wide and slipped the tip of that giant cock inside. Christ, Jake thought, the thing must be over ten inches long and it was impressively thick and hard and powerful, especially as Hunter began to thrust it deeper inside Jake’s mouth. He took as much as he could, saliva lubricating its warm shaft, each push threatening to choke Jake. But then Hunter would pull back, allowing Jake to pause, breath, before taking the next gulp.

  Wrapping a hand around the thick shaft, Jake finally took more control. He sucked and he licked, taking the head, then shaft, more, more, more of it, trying his best to accommodate every generous, vein-laced inch. Hunter matched each thrust with a hearty groan, the sound sexy, inviting, spurring Jake to suck harder, suck, suck, taste, taste...devour. He felt the cock begin to slide down his throat, he pulled back before gagging, and as he coughed Hunter snickered.

  “Told you, didn’t I?”

  “Told me, yeah. Warned me, no.”

  Hunter pulled Jake back up, pressing him against the wall. Like the other night, he kissed Jake with deep passion, his tongue slipping in, exploring, touching, teasing, his scruffy cheeks rough against his cheeks, his neck, his own goatee. Jake felt wild sensations ripple throughout his body as he kissed the sexy beast back, one hand still wrapped around his cock, pulling, yanking, grabbing, another hand slipping around to Hunter’s ass, feeling a coating of hair on the cheeks, in the crack that seemed to suck his finger inward. He pushed, which elicited a sharp cry from Hunter. He pulled back.

  “Easy, Jake, you’ll want to take your time, huh? Hmm, let me guess, you’re versatile, huh? Like to bottom, but from what you just did, I can tell you like to top as well.”

  “That okay?”

  “Eventually,” Hunter said, “but not today. Come on, follow me.”

  Jake, still dressed, his cock pressing hard against his pants, watched as the half naked Hunter made his way into the living room. Pillows had been tossed onto the floor, along with an outstretched blanket. On the nearby table, Jake noticed a large bottle of lube and several condoms—magnum sized. Stealing another look at the massive cock, he tried to imagine it fucking him, and for a moment fear seized him. Could he go through with it? Could he handle such a tool? He had a feeling there was no going back now. No way was Hunter going to let him escape with just a quick blow job. Nope, it was obvious Hunter meant business, and that he had planned on such a thing transpiring between them. Hunter’s next move ended any such debate within Jake. Because he shed himself of his T-shirt, finally revealing what Jake had long desired to see. That hairy chest he’d teased him with. And damn if it wasn’t worth the wait, the anticipation. Thick coils of dark brown hair covered his chest and belly, wild whorls that grew up over his shoulders and down his muscled arms. Wow, wow, wow, the biggest cock he’d even had and a great furry chest, all on a guy with charm, looks…danger to him.

  Jake quickly stepped out of his shoes, fingers unbuttoning his shirt. Pants followed in short order, and soon Jake Westbury stood naked before his fantasy come true. His cock ached, practically thrusting out of its natural skin, as though wanting to grow more in an effort to match Hunter in size. Not that Jake had anything to be ashamed of, his cock was a good six inches, lacking only the length which Hunter had been blessed with. His chest had its own sprinkling of dark hair, but again, nowhere near the lush blanket that swept over Hunter’s chest.

  “Nice, Jake, real nice. Chest slightly hairy, cock ready for sucking.”

  “Uh, thanks. You’ve got me so hot…”

  The men made their way toward each other, Hunter wiping away spittle at the corner of his mouth, Jake’s hands reaching out like a blind man in search of something he knows is in front of him. At last their bodies connected, their lips, their tongue, skin and hair, cocks, all of them meshing into one heated exchange. Jake’s fingers grazed that amazing chest, losing them inside the dense covering of dark fur. The hair was springy, deceptively soft. But damn if there wasn’t so much, oh so much fucking hair…he followed the thick trail down from his sternum to his belly, finally to where it all came together in a perfect blend with his pubes.

  “You like, huh?”

  “Oh yeah, the hairier the better,” Jake said.

  “If that’s the case, I should have let you go off with my associate back at the park, furry little guy that he is,” Hunter said with a laugh. “But I wanted you all for myself—and I knew you were totally locked on my chest. That’s why I took my shirt off last—the way your hand went right for my chest hair, how you felt me up when I kissed you…you wanted to rip my shirt off right then, you wanted to lick my chest, pull my hair…”

  “Yes, yes…Hunter, you’re bad, so bad…such a tease.”

  “You have no idea. But now is not the time for teasing, it’s time for some real action,” Hunter said, and with such a statement he grabbed Jake, pushing him down onto the blanket. Crushing his body against Jake’s, he kissed his neck, his half-beard scratching his neck. Jake’s fingers dug deep into Hunter’s back, holding on as passion swept over him, threatening to spill over. His cock twitched, and for a moment he thought he’d just come, but no, not now and not yet, not with this hairy, big cocked beast lying upon him, his climax would be shattering, mind-blowing. What his body was doing now was a taunt, a promise of what was to come…

  Just then Hunter lifted Jake’s legs, planting his feet against his pecs. Toes curled the hair for a stronger hold. Hunter reached for the lube, which he applied in copious amounts to Jake’s ass. Then he slipped a condom over the tip of his cock, sliding the latex roll down over the long shaft. Jake watched each step with a nervous anticipation. He was going to get royally fucked, and part of him couldn’t wait while another part of him feared the thick poker poised at the entrance to his ass.

  “Just breathe easy, in, then out,” Hunter advised, his voice gravelly, sexy, alluring. His eyes held a sweet softness, as though he recognized the apprehensive look in his lover’s eye. He’d seen it before, many times. I’ll be gentle he seemed to be saying, encouraging words. Jake nodded, his eyes wandering down, looking at the eager cock before it disappeared beneath him. With his fingers grasping at the blanket beneath him, Jake let out a deep breath just as he felt the first push. He resisted a moment, something he knew Hunter could sense. Hunter just grinned, his devilish smile the same one that had lured Jake into this situation. Pouring more lube directly onto his cock, Hunter smoothed the liquid over the condom before resuming his game of penetration. He pushed, then he pushed again, and Jake felt himself go wide.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Jake, take it…take it all…”

  “Fuck, fuck…owww…yes…more, don’t stop…”

  Jake let out a sudden, sharp cry and he realized that the head of Hunter’s cock had at last pierced him, the shaft following, inch, another inch, more inches. His ass wiggled, twitched, and then Hunter’s cock slipped further inside him, deeper, deeper. Jake’s own cock was still hard, he always stayed that way when he was getting fucked, and right now he could feel the pre-cum leaking out. Fine, just don’t let him come, not yet, he wanted to feel the full effect of Hunter’s massive cock, wanted to feel every vein, every contour, each inch as he pushed as deep as he could…

  “Ohhhhh,” Jake said and he felt the first hard thrust of Hunter’s cock.

  Then another.

  Another still, followed by the loud slap of
his balls against his ass cheeks.

  “Shit, shit, Hunter…now, give it all to me.”

  Maneuvering Jake’s legs until they were wrapped tight around his furry butt cheeks, Hunter began to pound, hard, hard, harder, his long, powerful cock forced deep inside Jake’s newly pliant ass. His body hovering over him, strong, furred arms holding him up, muscles bulging, chest heaving, Hunter thrust again, again, grunts escaping his lips, echoing off the walls. Each thrust was met by a moan of pleasure, of heightened desire, by Jake, who urged him on, more, more, more, fuck me as hard as you can, legs tightening against that ass, hands reaching up to grab hold of those tufts of thick chest hair. His cock brushed against his furry belly, sending sparkling tingles up and down his throbbing shaft. Intense heat began to boil within him. He cried out—once, twice, his voice only spurring Hunter to deeper, harder thrusts.

  “Yeah, Jake, take it all, take my huge cock…you want it all, yeah, yeah.”

  Jake was crying and he was nodding and he was pleading, never to stop, never, more, more, his body accepting each and every one of Hunter’s violent thrusts. Hunter continued to fuck and fuck more, his cock buried so far inside Jake he threatened to split him in two. Sweat dripped from his brow, sliding down his face, his chest, as though the air conditioner had been rendered moot, powerless against the force of their hot fucking. Heat spilled off their bodies, drenched their skin, matted their bountiful hair. Sunlight from outside blazed through the curtains, reflecting off their bodies, casting a glow around them. Hunter’s chest and arms looked ablaze, hairy and fiery, intense. And still neither wanted to climax, neither wanted this moment to end. Jake had been imagining this all weekend, guessing at how Hunter’s cock would feel inside him, how big it really was, wondering how wonderful his chest would feel while he fucked him, and now the reality was inside him, above him, heaving, thrusting, eagerly opening his ass up to the pleasures his big cock revealed.

  A powerful wave crashed over Jake, and suddenly his cock was reacting, spurting. Come shot forth even before Jake knew what was happening. His orgasm had happened that fast, as though it could barely contain itself within his body. A strangling sensation took hold of him, releasing him only after his cock had drained of his seed. Still, though, Hunter hadn’t yet climaxed, and he kept pounding at Jake’s ass even as he watched the quivering cock of his lover lose its juice. That only spurred him on. The tight squeeze of Jake’s ass after orgasm gave Hunter an extra shot of passion, and so he thrust, pushed, shoved his cock one last time before he allowed his body to release itself. He felt a thunderous explosion shoot through his shaft and out his tip, even as it plunged again inside Jake. He bellowed, his voice shaking the walls.

  “Grab my chest, yeah, heighten it…grab my hairy chest, Jake, do it…”

  Jake needed little encouragement as he buried his hands, his face, his tongue into the curls of Hunter’s fabulous chest. He licked at the fur, hands pulling at thick tufts. “Oh, Hunter, I love it, your chest is so fucking hot, so hairy…yeah, fuck me more, more you hairy beast, I want to feel that come…”

  Jake felt the cock inside him expand further. Hunter thrust again, again, each spurt of his orgasm halting his breath, challenging his body. Just then Jake’s lips found Hunter’s and they kissed even as their bodies settled down after their climaxes. Hunter collapsed on top of Jake, his cock still buried inside him.

  “Wow,” Jake said.

  “Yeah, wow indeed,” Hunter said, somehow finding air in his lungs, enabling him to speak.

  He pulled out, falling over onto his back. His chest heaved still. Jake liked the sight. He reached over, snuggling in tight against Hunter’s torso, hand brushing the matted chest carpet. His found a nipple, tongue licking it. From the corner of his eye he saw Hunter’s cock twitch, and he realized this was a mere break. Their fuck session was far from over, and in fact, it was only just beginning. Jake rolled over on top of Hunter, legs straddling him, pinning him to the floor. Fingers grazing his chest hair, Jake looked down at Hunter and said, “I know the perfect thing to do until your cock is ready to fuck me again.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

  “Tell me what the money is for.”

  Hunter let out a sharp laugh. “Are you saying I can’t have your ass again until I tell you what’s going on?”

  “Something like that.”

  “You drive a hard bargain,” Hunter said.

  “And you drive a hard cock,” Jake said. Feeling Hunter’s cock poking at his ass again, he had to do something to distract him before passion overtook reason. As he stroked Hunter’s chest, he wrapped a finger around a particularly long, wiry hair. Then he pulled.

  “Owww…”

  “Talk,” Jake said, “or I begin yanking, one by one. And with all the hair on your chest, we could be here awhile.”

  “Okay, okay…geez, Jake, you’re so demanding,” he said, letting out a heavy sigh. “So, it’s like this. Yeah, you were right, I owe someone money.” He paused, visibly swallowing, like he had tasted a bitter pill. It was the first hint of hesitation to cross Hunter’s face that Jake had witnessed. “A lot of money. Trouble is, I don’t feel like paying him back, and in fact I have this plan to take even more money from the guy.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  “I’m what you might call the black sheep of the family, the fuck-up. It’s a reputation I actually prefer, since it lowers everyone’s expectations. And considering the stellar achievements of my other two siblings, it’s kind of a relief too.” Hunter paused to take a drink from the glass beside him. He’d found a bottle of white wine in the kitchen. “My brother, Colton is some kind of fancy international lawyer. Negotiates big deals, takes the commission, buys land with the profits. My sister, Patsy, she married wealthy—and then happily saw the guy buried just a couple years later, leaving her piles of dough and not enough ways to spend it. Then there’s me, the youngest of the three Abbott children. Mom died a couple years ago, Dad is still floating around somewhere. None of us can stand him. When I came out at 16, he threw me out of the house. Patsy was already gone, she had some sort of life as a TV actress for awhile, so she lived with Mom in L.A. As for Colton, he took our father’s coldness and distance and turned it into a fierce determination to succeed. That’s why he’s so driven—as a fuck you to our Dad. Me, I’m a fuck-up, and that’s also its own fuck-you to Dad.”

  Jake didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he felt ridiculous straddling this sexy man while he poured out his soul. Gently, he slid off, freeing Hunter from his hold. He drank from his wine glass, refreshed by the fruity liquid. Leaning against the hard edge of the sofa with the light beginning to fade, Jake quietly stroked his new lover’s arm to let him know he was listening, that he could trust him.

  “Uh, wow. Your family sounds like a soap opera, huh?”

  “Sure. All My Siblings. Gays of our Lives.” Hunter’s tone was bitter.

  “Gays? Who besides you?”

  “Oh yeah, sorry, I left that part out. Brother Colton’s gay, too. Came out years later, but still it was nice to find out. For me, anyway, Patsy too—she loves having gay brothers, she’s rather a big fag hag. For that asshole known biologically as Father, sorry, no grand kids for you, not from your boys, because we happen to like sleeping…fucking…other guys.” Hunter allowed himself a snort of a laugh. “You’d like Colton, Jake, probably more so, he’s hairy like me but way more successful. He’d never send you on a wild chase through the streets—ha, the rivers—of London with a bag full of money. You probably would have been better off meeting him on some plane, following him to his fancy summer villa in the south of France. You’d get to top your summer away. Me, what did you get from me?”

  “A rather nice afternoon of incredibly hot sex, that’s for one,” Jake said.

  “Yeah, playing at being a bottom.”

  “That was hardly playing,” Jake said with a smile.

  Hunter nodded, then stared away out the window. London was fading into nighttime and
the mood inside this tiny flat was definitely shifting. Jake had to consider the man before him. Since the moment he’d met him he’d been intrigued—heck, even before then, when Steven and Jennie initially mentioned him. His impromptu visit at the Railway Pub, the tease at Nevil’s party, the odd encounter in Hyde Park, and now the post-Windmill Pub screw. What he’d seen each time was a man brimming with confidence and an edgy attitude, dripping with a sexiness you wanted to drown in. Now, hidden from the world and whatever troubles he was involved in, Hunter seemed like a vulnerable boy. That only made him sexier to Jake, the fact that he had let down his guard.

  Jake leaned forward, sliding his naked self against Jake’s. He stroked the man’s chest, innocently running his fingers through the thick hair. “Okay, so you told me about your family. Now what about this money situation? If you’re in such a bind…well, why not ask Patsy? You said she had more money than she knew what to do with. Surely she’d help out her little brother.” Jake paused to allow a crooked grin. “Not that you are little by any stretch.”

  Hunter seemed to break from his reverie and he turned toward Jake, kissing him.

  “Who are you, Jake Westbury?”

  “Me? Just a guy. A guy who came to London to get away from his oh-so boring life and instead got unwittingly caught up in some scheme to which he has no clue about. All because he found some guy really attractive. Really sexy, hot…” He kissed a nipple, encircled his tongue around it. “You know, Hunter, this isn’t like me…I mean, sure, I’ve had more than my share of sexual encounters and one-nighters and stuff, but usually I lead a very measured life. Organized, planned down to the last detail. So today’s adventure has certainly been one for the books. I don’t even recognize myself, the way I escaped—twice—from Junior’s clutches. And can I tell you something? When that thug…Junior, when I saw him show up at the flat I was staying at, my heart started beating so fast, I thought he was going to beat the crap out of me…or maybe worse. Part of me couldn’t believe I was stuck in such a predicament. The other part of me was excited—this was new, different, kinda fun in a twisted, dangerous way. So, who am I? I think I’m a guy who’s looking for something but doesn’t know what that something is.”