A Naughty Gay Story

Danielle

Alan wandered into the Duke, humming Arrogant Worms to himself as he looked about the pub known for its ghosts. He skipped over to the bar and ordered a Guiness in celebration of heading up to finally meet the young man he’d been talking to for a long time. So, here he was, having a quick beer with the rest of the cast before heading to his house.

“Dis ain’t no place fer minors, b’y.” said a drunk from his left.

Alan laughed and didn’t pay them any mind, just ignoring and continuing to sip at his beer. “I’m older than I look,” he thought to himself

“Git outta ‘ere, Al’s gonna sit dere.” said a different voice, now to his right.

“Shuddup fer de love o’ gahd, Bob.” said a familiar voice. “Sorry about dat, Alan. ‘E doan know ‘nobody when ‘e’s drunk off ‘is ass as. ‘Ell, de b’y wouldn’ recognize me onna guid day as ‘t is.”

Alan recognized Ewan in an instant. “Hello, McGregor. How’s it hanging?”

“Wit’ me, dere’s no such t’ing as hangin’.” he winked.

Alan grinned. “Just having a Guinness, then I’ll probably be off.”

“Come sit wit’ me fer a bit den Cumming, an’ we’ll do a little catchin’ up.”

Alan smiled, took his pint, and headed with Ewan off to a booth. Alan soon forgot his previous engagement with his friend, and hung out with Ewan instead.

“So, yer ‘ere to visit?”

“Yup.” Alan said, who’d just started sipping some coke through a straw. He didn’t like having more than two beers or so. Unless he was with Nick, who pretty much gave him the inspiration to get drunk off his tits.

“ ‘Oo?”

“A boy I met over the internet. I’m having more fun here though. I think I’m actually going to have another pint.”

Slowly the alcohol worked its magic on Alan. He started to watch closely the way Ewan would lick the foam from his lips, the way his muscles flexed on his arms when he lifted the heavy metal glass, and the way his bright eyes glinted in the lamplight.

Alan chewed his lower lip, realizing he was on the right way to getting himself into another situation like he did the last time he got really drunk.

Little did the older man know, that Ewan was watching him just as closely. Ewan was hoping that night that he’d run into someone, anyone really, who he’d be able to make it with, and seeing Alan’s lips as they worked around the straw earlier gave him an erection like no other. Now, he was constantly licking his lips to get rid of the residue from the pint. At this rate, Ewan was going to jizz before he found someone to screw.

Ewan’s nipples hardened when Alan licked a bunch of froth off his lips.

“Something wrong, McGregor?” Alan asked with a sloppy grin.

“No, no’ rilly.”

Alan leaned forward. “Is it wrong that I really want to suck your cock? Can anyone ever tell where the heart with truly lead us?,” he quoted.

Ewan’s eyes widened. “Ya…ya wanna…”

“If you want me to.”

“‘ell ya!”

Alan got up and started to a bathroom, peeking over his shoulder at Ewan.

Ewan followed, but grabbed Alan and pulled him to a dark corner surrounded by stacked up chairs and tables. It was an extremely crowded night, though the spare tables and chairs remained untouched. Thumps could be faintly heard from the bathrooms close by, mostly drowned out by the laughter, talk, and clatter of forks and knives from the rest of the pub.

Alan pushed Ewan into the corner, ignoring the fact that if caught, they could go to jail. He kissed his neck, his hands immediately traveling to Ewan’s crotch, grabbing him roughly and feeling the light pulse under his fingertips.

He started kissing down to Ewan’s chest, glade that there were very few lights on, save a few dim ones from the bar and a lightly crackling fire.

He found one of his nipples through the light green fabric of his shirt and bit down, feeling Ewan’s heart race just a few centimeters away as he continued kissing over his chest. After a moment’s thought, he undid a few buttons to free some of Ewan’s chest so he could nuzzle his skin.

He giggled happily once Ewan’s shirt was mostly undone, and he ran his cheek along his chest, rough from the dark chest hair. He found one of his brown nipples, sticking pert and erect from the forest of chest fuzz, and took it between his lips causing McGregor to shudder, even more so when he’d attacked when the shirt was done up.

“Al, p-please!” Ewan moaned, holding onto his shoulders as Alan continued his succulent teasing. “Oh gahd, I’ll come b’fore ya even touch me!”

Alan got down on his knees then and undid the zipper to his shorts. He then got smacked in the face with Ewan’s considerable penis as Alan realized his friend wasn’t wearing underwear.

All Ewan could do was giggle, so Alan grazed his teeth lightly across his head to be quiet. “That hurt you know.” Alan growled, rubbing the spot where he’d been hit.

“An’ I bet gettin’ my dinker nipped ‘urt more!,” Ewan complained.

Alan made him shut up before a lecture broke out by taking the head of his erection in his mouth. He began to suck gently, running his right hand up his hairy thighs to his balls, gently skimming his fingers over the sensitive flesh. It continued for awhile like this, Alan teasing Ewan’s balls while Ewan tried to stay held on for as long as he could. Not an easy task, what with Alan’s mouth doing all those wonderful things to him.

Finally Ewan gave in and started thrusting gently in and out of Cumming’s warm, delicious mouth. Alan took it all in stride and quickly gave all ten inches somewhere to hide.

“‘oly Mary, full of grace, bless Alan Cumming an’ ‘is fookin’ mouth!” Ewan moaned. “Al, I kin’t ‘old off anymore…ohhhhhhhh…”

Alan pulled back to just holding his head between his lips, so he’d be able to breath after Ewan came. He massaged his cock head slowly as he felt Ewan’s body begin to shudder, and he swallowed as the thick semen spurted into his mouth.

Holy fuck, I think I’ll eat some tofu before I suck someone off again! Alan thought, trying to be a gentlemen about it as he felt Ewan’s spasms subside.

Once Ewan was done, the younger man slid to the ground and Alan made sure to lick him clean before zipping him back up and redoing his buttons.

“Lucky no one caught us.” Alan winked.

“Oh lord…oh fookin’ lord oh gahd…,” Ewan’s Scottish accent was thick.

“And when you’re ready to get up, I’ll meet you back at the table.”

Ewan continued muttering under his breath as Alan innocently sat back at the table and swung his legs happily as he called for some more Gunness and a small bowl of soup because he was feeling a bit peckish.

Once he’d started on his pint, Ewan joined him, muttering to a nearby waitress to grab him a bowl of pea soup since he was suddenly very hungry.

**

The rest of their friends from the cast joined the table later, and Alan slipped away later out into the summer rain to go jack off in his newly gained car, along with his newly gained liscence.

“AL!” he heard someone yell when he was a few feet away.

He turned to look, holding his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the rain. He saw Ewan running towards you.

“Don’t t’ink fer a minute I’d let ya git away fer suckin’ me off like dat wit’out givin’ ya lit’le thank you.” he grinned.

Alan slipped into his car and unlocked the passenger’s side door, smiling at Ewan with all his dimples out. The other actor got in and Alan pulled out of the small parking lot.

Ewan directed him to his warm, humble abode and the two ran up to the door like a couple of giddy teen’s after their first date. Ewan got the door open and they raced up the stairs, barely remembering to close the door on their way up.

They threw themselves into Ewan’s bedroom and landed on his plush bed with a groan of happiness. Ewan covered Alan’s body, and didn’t hesitate to plant a deep kiss on his lips.

He began practically ripping off Alan’s clothes and throwing them on the floor. He was raging horny again, and he began rub Alan’s chest with his large, callused left hand. He found that when he took off his underwear, the meek looking slender man wasn’t so meek all over.

“‘oly shit, I’d’ve never guessed ‘t, Al…” he said as he stared at Alan’s proud seven inches, which were overly impressive given Alan’s delicate frame.

“Use your mouth on me, Ewan, love.” Alan groaned, directing his friend’s face to his chest.

Ewan did, and replaced his hands with his mouth, giving Alan a quick nip like he provided back in the Duke. He sucked him gently for awhile before giving a good hard tug on his nipple and moving to the other.

“Get up, McGregor.” said Alan, pushing Ewan up to his knees.

Ewan obeyed and Alan undressed him swiftly, before rolling over onto his knees and hands. “Fuck me.”

Ewan moaned and grabbed his lube from his bedside table, not wasting much time in rubbing it over Alan’s tight pink hole. He eased himself in slowly, because he knew he’d hurt him if he went too fast. Eventually a pace was set and they were both moaning in pleasure.

Ewan angled one of his thrusts up, and Alan practically screamed with pleasure. Ewan did so every once in awhile, making sure to rub Alan’s erection to keep up the pleasure.

Alan later began to verbally praise the sexy actor as loudly as he could, twisting in pleasure as convulsions started to rock his body. “Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuck, Ewaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!” he screamed as he came hard, releasing eight spurts.

He collapsed onto Ewan’s bed, Ewan pulled out (having came a few minutes before) and went to go clean up before happily snuggling up to the the older man for a good night’s sleep.

“Ewan?” Alan muttered into his neck about fifteen minutes later.

“Yes, Allie?” he asked sleepily.

“If you don’t go out with me after this, I’ll kill you.”

He giggled. “Good-night, love.”

“Good-night.”