Liotta Lad

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Stefano convinced himself that Gary wouldn't do anything crazy. His mad outburst was just sexy bravado. The Man had too much to lose, being married with two kids. He would have piped down over night, probably fucked is Missus to blow off some steam, and everything would be back to normal. But a full-on fist fight had already broken out when Stefano got into the depot next day.

He heard raised voices first, and ran to find the two Men circling one another, barking like hounds. Dan had been punched in the eye, and Gary was bleeding from his nose. Seconds later and Stefano's Dad marched right in between the Boxers to push them apart like a Ref in the ring.

Sitting at his desk afterwards, neither of these regular Thugs were going to say a word about how it started.

"Well this very serious! I mean it could be a sackable offence," the Boss concluded.

This set Gary's wits going and he decided to sack himself,

"Keep your fucking job, I quit!" he bellowed, turning to spit at Dan before storming out, "And you can keep the schoolboy, you fucking Nonce! Makes me sick!"

"What does that mean?" Stefano's Pa despaired, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He chased Gary to the door, but the Geordie had made his mind.

All things considered, it was definitely the best move he could have made. He feared Stefano's Sicilian family just as much a Dan, and the last thing he needed was his wife finding out. This way he could just dust his hands of the whole sordid episode and tell his Missus there was a dispute about pay. He'd quit jobs for less. And he'd always have the satisfaction of having stolen Stefano from Dan and fucking him up the arse right under everyone's noses. Win-win.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Stefano's Pa demanded upon returning to his office, but Dan only obfuscated while nursing a swollen eye,

"It's a personal matter, should never have been brought into the workplace."

"No it shouldn't!"

But being suddenly short staffed, the Boss wasn't about to lay-off anyone else, even if they were a brawling reprobate. He took on Gary's run himself and sent Dan home for a day to fix up, telling him it was a disciplinary suspension.

Stefano stood by and watched this all take place with such suffocating dread. He could hardly believe his luck that none of the truth came out. And he was glad to see Dan go home. It relieved the tension tenfold.

That's where his luck ended however. He couldn't drive, so his own run would have to be postponed a day. Instead his Pa set him to work stock-taking with Phillip. It was the last thing Stefano wanted to do. Counting beans all day with no one but his stupid cousin for company. It was going to be a long day.

With Phil it was just one idiotic question after another,

"Have you got Red Dead Redemption? Why is your phone Android? Do you like Drake?"

"Shuuut uuup!" Stefano riled, "Get on with your section."

Phil was only quiet a few minutes,

"Hey Stefano, is it true what Gary said? Did you really suck his dick?"

Stefano was dumbfounded. How the fuck did Phil know about that? He leapt across the warehouse, tore Phil's clipboard from his hands and pushed him up against the shelves so hard that several boxes tumbled down.

"What did you say? You fat fuck!" his mind was whirring, searching for way his secret might have got out, "Spying on me were you? Creeping around behind the shelves like pervert?"

Philip didn't know what to say. The fire in his cousin's eyes terrified him. Suddenly Stefano dropped to his knees, yanking furiously at Phil's fly,

"Get your dick out, dumbass!" he commanded, and the chubby faggot obeyed in state of complete shock.

Stefano surprised even himself with this crazy turn of events, but he wanted Philip's penis and he was going to get it.

Everyone knew Phil had a silly choad. It was the main chaff they bullied him with. Perched atop his fat-boy balls like a funny pet, Stefano almost laughed once he got it out. After choking on mighty cocks like Dan's, this felt like a joke. But he didn't laugh. Actually he thought it was totally cute, and stuffed it hungrily into his mouth.

Why did he want it so bad? Philip was a loser, and not hot in any way. But blowing him felt so kinky. Phil's naughty dick flavours dripped all over his cousin's tongue, and Stefano loved every second of it. Now he knew for sure that it was the wrong-doing that turned him on. If it was forbidden, he wanted it. And nothing could be more sinful than sex with his own cousin. Both wearing their work shirts with the family name on, it was magnificent.

He savoured every rigid, awkward wince the fat lad gave him as his virgin ecstasies increased. He was going to show his innocent cousin just how good a blowjob can be, and placing his fingertips behind Phil's balls, he teased out a pretty gush of illicit love.

"Now shut up and get on with your section," Stefano told him, as if nothing had happened.

Philip didn't speak again the rest of the day. He was afraid of saying something stupid that might destroy the unreal new connection he'd just made with his cousin. What did it mean? Did Stefano fancy him? Was he in love with him? It all happened so quickly.

They counted tin cans in silence, and at the end of the day Stefano gave his cousin the same parting shot he always gave him,

"See you 'round, fatty."

Philip had to take all his questions home with him. He'd just lived through the most exciting day of his whole life. Stefano's expert touch accomplished an uncontainable bliss. Even when his cousin was terrorising him it was sexy. And if the bullying was going to manifest as rough sex from now on, Philip could hardly believe his luck.

Would it ever happen again tho? He doubted he had the necessary courage to push for it. He was such a bashful chump. Philip cried himself to sleep yearning for another collision with Stefano, but nothing seemed more unlikely.

Next Chapter: Horney teen really goes off the rails.