At The Woolpack, Kirin Kotecha kicked the toilet door in frustration. He'd just found out that his girlfriend, Vanessa, was pregnant and that there was a possibility that Adam Barton was the father, following Vanessa's one-night-stand with him a few weeks ago. It was a little before dinnertime in Emmerdale and, although the pub was reasonably quiet, that didn't relieve Kirin's frustration that Vanessa's confession of her betrayal had been witnessed by a select few of the local residents.
Kirin had made his way into the toilets for some privacy, foolishly hoping that somehow, isolating himself from Vanessa and his friends and family would make all of his problems disappear.
"Fuck!" Kirin shouted as he kicked the cubicle door once more. "Fuck!"
At that moment, Ross Barton entered the toilets, whistling to himself. He'd only just arrived at the pub and was yet to discover the betrayal of his half-brother Adam and Vanessa, so was unaware that taunting Kirin would be an unwise move.
"What's wrong?" Ross teased. "Vanessa told you that you're not allowed to stay up late tonight?"
Ross' joke did little to thwart Kirin's anger, in fact, it only served to enhance it. Kirin may have just turned eighteen, however, he liked to think of himself as being more mature than his age: and he certainly didn't take kindly to people who mocked the age difference between himself and Vanessa.
"Fuck off, Barton," Kirin snarled. "I've had just about enough of your fucking shit-for-brains family today."
"Calm down, mate." Ross said, taken aback by Kirin's anger. "What's my family done to offend you, anyway? Have Moira and my Dad raised the price of the milk from the farm again? I've already told `em that it's a fucking rip off."
"Is that a joke?" Kirin asked. "You seriously don't know?"
Ross was intrigued, he'd always thought that his family had been boring until they moved to Emmerdale but ever since, he'd realised that he wasn't the only Barton man who had a closet full of secrets.
"Nah, I've only come in here for a piss." Ross said, turning his back to Kirin as he stood in front of the urinal, unzipping his trousers before beginning to relieve himself.
Ross' trousers had slipped a little when he'd unzipped them and, from where Kirin was stood, he could see that Ross' arse crack was now peering out from the top of his jeans. Kirin's anger was quickly replaced by a sudden desire for revenge – not just on Adam, but the Barton family as a whole. Kirin moved himself to the other side of the urinal, taking a good look at Ross' cock as he pissed.
Kirin smirked. Ross' cut cock was an impressive size, even when it was soft, and his pubes had been trimmed. Kirin wondered whether it was wise decision to target the most dangerous Barton brother first, however, the sight of Ross' cock had given him the encouragement that he needed.
Kirin made his way around the back of Ross and placed his hands on Ross' arse, lowering his trousers as he did so. Ross didn't immediately flinch as Kirin's hands connected with his skin, however, his surprise – not objection - at Kirin's actions didn't go unheard.
"Mate, what the fuck are you doing?" Ross questioned, his obvious confusion doing little to discourage Kirin – who reached around and took Ross' semi-hard cock in his hand.
"Adam fucked Vanessa and now she's pregnant, so, I thought I'd have some fun of my own. And it looks like your cock agrees with me." Kirin said, his hand continuing to stroke Ross' cock as he spoke.
"I'm not gay, Kirin. This can't happen." Ross said firmly, although he was well-aware that his cock was telling a different story.
"That makes two of us then. But you know what Ross, I am a good fuck. So you've got a choice. You can either walk out of the toilet now and we'll say no more about it, or you can turn around and let me take that cock in my mouth." Kirin smiled, kissing Ross' neck as he said so.
Ross wasted no time in giving Kirin his answer. The truth was, he was horny right now and he didn't really care how he blew his load, just as long as it involved a good blowjob and a good, strong fuck. Ross turned and was surprised to see that Kirin had already dropped to his knees in anticipation for his cock. Ross' cock leaked precum and Kirin made every effort not to waste a drop of it as he caught it in his mouth.
Ross' hard cock was eight inches and, although it'd be the first that Kirin took in his mouth, he was determined to take every inch of it. Kirin opened his mouth and edged towards Ross' cock, taking Ross' cut mushroom head in his mouth as he began to suck, drawing on his own experiences of receiving blowjobs as he tried to establish a solid rhythm and technique. Kirin, however, quickly realised that although he had an ulterior motive, Ross was simply interested in getting a quick fuck. Ross pushed Kirin's head further down on his dick, stopping only when Kirin gagged – covering Ross' cock and his own face in saliva.
"Looks like you've taken on too much of a challenge with this cock, Kirin." Ross grinned, his taunts only spurring Kirin on further.
Kirin pushed himself further and further on Ross' cock, making use of his tongue as he took Ross' moans as confirmation that he was doing something right. Kirin made his way up and down Ross' shaft, removing the Barton lad's cock from his mouth every so often to slap it against his tongue.
Kirin held Ross' cock in one hand as he traced the length of it with his tongue, worshipping every inch of the lad's monster whilst paying special attention to his bellend, flicking his tongue against it in a desperate bid to make Ross moan once more.
With his moans growing louder and louder, Ross was sure that he and Kirin would soon be interrupted. He wasn't sure he cared though and the thrill of being caught only made him hornier. Ross had been so preoccupied with his concerns that he'd failed to realise that the younger lad had taken his cock in his mouth once more and was working his way down it – with seven of the eight inches now firmly in Kirin's mouth.
Kirin pushed himself further and, with encouragement from Ross' hand, he found his face pressed into Ross' trimmed pubes. Ross held him there for a few moments, groaning as he got used to the sensation of Kirin's stubble pressed into his groin. Ross released Kirin from his pubes and Kirin made his way back up Ross' shaft, his saliva dripping off of Ross' cock as he continued to suck. Ross had experienced many blowjobs in his time, yet there was something strangely arousing about having his cock sucked by another man.
Kirin removed Ross' cock from his mouth once more, wanking it with his hand. Kirin looked up at Ross and, with Ross' head titled back slightly, it was clear that he'd been a better cocksucker than he could have ever imagined.
"Ready to shove this cock inside me?" Kirin flirted, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of taking Ross' seed inside his virgin hole.
"You bet." Ross grinned as he helped Kirin to his feet, pulling him in for a kiss. Ross struggled to get accustomed to the taste of his own cock on Kirin's tongue but, like the blowjob, he found himself strangely enjoying the whole man-on-man experience.
Ross peeled off his own t-shirt, throwing it to the floor before resuming his kiss with Kirin. As Ross and Kirin's tongues explored each other's mouths, Kirin explored Ross' chiselled and muscular body with his hands. Kirin broke off the kiss as he removed his own t-shirt and, although less defined than Ross, his body was still the work of a God.
Kirin removed his tracksuit bottoms and underwear, revealing his fully-hard nine inch cock. Kirin's pubes were shaved and, like Ross, is cock was cut. Ross allowed his jeans to drop to his knees as he and Kirin faced each other once more, each wanking the other's cock as they kissed passionately.
"Ready to get pounded?" Ross asked – although Kirin needed little persuasion as he led Ross by the hand into a toilet cubicle, acknowledging for Ross to sit on the toilet seat.
Ross did as he was told, sitting down and positioning his cock upwards as Kirin climbed onto him, using the sides of the cubicle wall to balance himself as he moved his tight cunt closer to the head of Ross' cock.
Kirin pushed down on Ross' chest as the Barton lad aligned his eight-inched cock with Kirin's virgin hole. Kirin leaned down for a kiss and, with their tongues colliding, Ross pushed his cock head inside Kirin's arse.
"Fuck, that's tight." Ross moaned as he slid a further three inches inside Kirin's arse. The younger lad was fighting against it as he struggled to get used to the feeling of a hard cock inside his hole, however, Ross ensured Kirin was comfortable before slamming the remainder of his cock deep inside Kirin's cunt.
"You fucking like that?" Ross moaned as he drilled into Kirin's arse with all of the power of a jackhammer, his thighs slapping against Kirin with every thrust.
"Ahh, yeah. Fucking pound me!" Kirin moaned, his cock squirting precum onto Ross' chest. Kirin had never had so much as a finger inside his hole, yet here he was with Ross Barton's eight-inch monster deep inside his gut. He'd heard all sorts of rumours about the pleasures of anal stimulation but he'd dismissed them as being just that, rumours. Kirin had never imagined that he'd be experiencing the best sex of his life whilst riding on the cock of another man.
Kirin started to ride Ross' cock on his own, using Ross' chest to assist him as he propelled himself on the Barton lad's raging boner.
"Ah, fuck. Just like that Kirin." Ross moaned.
"You gonna blow your load inside me, yeah mate?" Kirin said, leaning in for another kiss as he continued to ride Ross' cock.
"If that's what you want." Ross smirked, continuing to kiss Kirin as he took control over fucking the Barton lad once more.
As Kirin and Ross' tongues collided, Ross kept his hand firmly on Kirin's arse as he pounded him – his balls slapping against Kirin as the orgasms of both men drew nearer.
"Fuck me, I'm gonna cum." Ross moaned as he continued to drill into Kirin. "Ah, yeah, ah fuck."
"Me too mate! Come on, Barton! Fuck the cum out of me!"
Ross slammed into Kirin harder and harder and, with four more thrusts, Kirin's cock shot load after load of warm cum onto Ross' chest. Kirin used his own hands to collect his cum from the Barton lad's chest as Ross continued to pound into him, taking the opportunity to get one over on Ross as he ran his cum coated fingers through Ross' hair.
"Ah fuck, I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck." Ross moaned, slamming himself into Kirin's tight cunt.
"Come on then! Fill me up, Ross." Kirin shouted, his softened cock turning rock hard once more.
"Here, ah, fuck, it comes!" Ross promised as his cock erupted inside of Kirin, seven loads of cum shooting straight inside Kirin's gut.
Ross and Kirin shared another long, passionate kiss before Kirin pulled himself from Ross' cock – some come dribbling out of his cunt as he did so.
"Feeling better now?" Ross asked as he watched Kirin dress, his cock hard once more as he saw more of his cum dripping from Kirin's arsehole.
"Much better." Kirin smiled as he threw Ross' clothes towards him, knowing that he was one step closer to getting revenge on the Barton's for Adam's betrayal.
Now fully clothed, Ross and Kirin left the toilet at the same time. Kirin was surprised to see that the bar of The Woolpack had filled significantly since he first entered the toilet, although he didn't mind as it meant he could talk greater pleasure in his revenge. Kirin walked past Adam, who made an attempt to speak to him. Kirin, however, just shrugged him off – the feeling of Adam's half-brother Ross` cum inside of his tight cunt giving him a sense of satisfaction.
It was Kirin's plan to pick off the Barton men one by one: offering his `services' to each and every single one of them before taking his ultimate revenge on Adam – by telling him that Ross, Pete, Cain and James had all shot their loads in the very place that Kirin intended Adam would shoot his. Kirin would also use Adam's youngest half-brother Finn to his advantage – and with the youngster well-known for being naïve in the dating department, he knew that poor Finn would be quick to accept a night of passion with Kirin – one of Emmerdale's hottest studs!
However, unbenknowst to Kirin there was already one resident who had cottoned on to his sudden love for cock and, as Kirin walked past him, Robert Sugden played with his cock under the table as he focused on Kirin's arse: having watched Ross Barton shoot his load into it just moments earlier from the neighbouring cubicle! With a smug smile on his face, Robert knew that from today, his wicked sex games were about to find themselves a new participant.