Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2003 02:50:15 +0000
From: Tony Ryan <hotstorylvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: All My Children Hunks 4

All My Children belongs to ABC and Disney. I am making no attempt at
copyright. These characters are their property. This is just a fantasy of
mine.

Sorry for the delay in writing; I kind of lost interest. If any of you are
interested, please e-mail me with suggestions after this chapter. Thanks!

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Bent over the copying machine, Kenny tidied up around the always-empty
Fusion loft office. His cleanliness was borne of nerves -- when he became
anxious, he cleaned and scrubbed. He got that from his mother, the
prototypical Jewish yenta who had treated him with great love and respect,
but had also passed on most of her social awkwardness to him. Brown suit
trousers snugly fitting him, pinstriped sleeves rolled up, first few buttons
undone and inadvertently exposing his smattering of dark brown chest hair,
Kenny wondered why he was so nervous. He wanted Simone Torres, and was
closer than ever to sharing a relationship with her. She had finally begun
to realize under his nebbishy exterior was a boyishly cute face, big, dark,
puppy-dog eyes pleading for her affection, soft, kissable lips. Even the
thought of sharing her body, her bed, made the cut, fat lump in his slacks
swell from sheer hunger. Yet, Kenny wanted more than a woman's touch. He...

Just as he pondered that idea, two large, definitely manly hands obscenely
groped his rear end. Kenny gasped at the lewdness, the brazen assault
against his person. He considered turning around, but those man hands,
pushing his shoulders down now, made him reconsider. Oh, and the humongous
bulge pressed against his crack helped.

Kenny could feel the callused palms against his flushed, pale skin, trailing
at his neck, running up and down his flimsy dress shirt to inspect his wiry
body. That same shirt was yanked from his pants, lifted over his head before
he could protest. 'Good thing I undid those cuffs' he muttered until his
breath was stolen by thick thumbs and index fingers patting up and down his
pectorals. The fingers wound through the light forest on his chest, sliding
inside his undershirt. A sharp tugging against his nipples threatened to
push them through his drenched wifebeater. That problem was solved as the
garment was torn off his body. He was spun around, and as his throbbing
boner leaked a river of horniness into his boxers, he moaned from his
surprise.

"YOU?"

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Any suggestions on who this other mystery hunk should be? Any suggestions
for future pairings or chapters? If so, *please* e-mail me at
HotStoryLvr@hotmail.com.