Date: Sat, 05 Jul 2003 22:58:21 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay General Hospital

I don't own General Hospital; ABC and Disney do. I'm just borrowing these
hot guys for some fantasy material. This is not speculation on what the
actors do in their personal lives. I am claiming no rights to them or to the
show.

If you want friends to see the story, that's fine, but please ask me first
before putting on any other websites. Don't read if you aren't over 18 or
the age of majority in your area. Don't try this in real life. Use
protection.

I don't know if I want this to be a series or not. If you do, please drop me
an e-mail and give me some ideas on your favorite GH studs and what you want
to see them doing to each other!!

99999

Dillon was minding his own business, taking a walk back to the mansion to
enjoy the summer sun, when large hands - several sets of them - yanked him
into an alleyway.

"WHAT THE..."

His next word was shoved down his throat by a well-manicured hand. Only
after he'd nearly choked was the hand moved away, allowing him to breathe
again. The hand belonged to Lorenzo Alcazar. Dillon, wanting to impress his
quasi-girlfriend Georgie, had stolen Lorenzo's beeper, but thought the whole
matter had been settled once Georgie had given the beeper back.

Apparently not.

"You still need to learn some lessons about respect, rich boy."

Dillon blinked at the menacing, swarthy face of Lorenzo Alcazar. A handsome
and dashing profile was forested by a full, brown beard. His eyes were
deadly, sparkling like black diamonds of pure evil. Alcazar enjoyed being in
control, and he especially enjoyed having this quivering young man at his
bidding. If he had a heart, it would have melted at the sight of those soft
puppy-dog eyes, pleading for release from the two bodyguards pinning his
arms against the rough surface.

"Such innocent eyes..."

Alcazar purred as he traced Dillon's angelic face, brushing the dangling
blonde hair out of those haunting eyes. Dillon was half baby fat and half
hard muscle. Not a boy, about to be made a man.

Dillon tried not to react to the surprisingly soft touch, not to respond to
the light purring or the lust and danger cutting through the humid air, but
as much as he wished otherwise, his cock began to respond.

Alcazar noticed the swelling with a broad smirk. He wasn't surprised. Dillon
*was* surprised when his tender young mouth was crushed into Alcazar's hot,
salty breath. He squirmed at his first kiss from a man, the rough beard
hairs gouging into his smooth skin. Alcazar untucked the teen's flimsy grey
tee-shirt, hiking it under Dillon's damp armpits. One of the bodyguards bent
over to taste Dillon's silver-dollar sized nipples. Dillon gasped,
distracted by the insane lust overtaking him, trying not to smash his head
against the brick behind him as the other bodyguard ripped his trousers from
under him.

Suddenly, he was turned around, his right cheek grazing the red bricks.
Alcazar whistled at the sight of such a sweet, milky white bubble butt. He
slapped the pliant cheeks over and over, turning them good and red. Dillon's
dick leaked against his thigh as he tried to adjust to the stinging touch.
The bodyguards were openly fondling and groping his prime young body,
seemingly knowing he would not try to escape. Dillon wondered where Alcazar
was. That question was answered by a large tongue invading his tight pucker.
Dillon screamed, or tried his best to over the fat fingers he was currently
being forced to suck on. He'd had some hand jobs, even given a few blow jobs
in boarding school, but had never touched his ass.

"N-No...I've never...please DON'T..."

Those rasped words seemed to drive Alcazar even further into the tight twat
of the rich boy. The sensations of that beard scraping at his fleshy bubble
butt were unbearable, yet he never wanted them to end. One bodyguard, only
about 10 years older than Dillon, short brown hair and a body built beyond
belief, cradled Dillon's head in his hands, whispering filth into his ear as
he bit the lobe and deep-tongued him. The other bodyguard, much older and
Hispanic, stuck 2 fingers soaked in Dillon's spit inside his widening
pucker. Dillon moaned into the younger bodyguard's mouth. When he heard
Alcazar unbuckling his belt, he knew what this was for.

The first thought he had was how thick, how impossibly wide a man's penis
could be. He wanted to scream, and would have if not for the young bodyguard
stroking his hair and feeding his near-virgin mouth his hard 7 inches of
uncut meat. Dillon played with the foreskin with his teeth and tried to
ignore the pain throbbing in his ass. The strokes grew faster and faster,
hitting deeper and deeper. Dillon began to moan as he felt a mouth teasing
and lapping at his own fat sausage. The meat plumped out to about 6 inches
under the surprisingly expert tongue.

"Like being my bitch? Wanna be my new woman? You're better than a
woman...best cunt I've ever had. Nothin' like virgin, preppy-boy cunt!"

Alcazar continued his verbal abuse as his strokes returned to being more
controlled.

"Gonna turn you out. Got lots of big black dicks who'd love to pounce on
your round white boy ass. Or maybe your family. They're so sick. I got all
kinds of photos of what THEY do. Ned, AJ...just watch 'em stick their
trust-fund tools in you. Why not? You're gonna be the town whore, but my
whore most of all. C'mon, make some noise whore."

He pulled out all but his bulbous mushroom head, paused for a moment, and
slammed all 10 inches back in. Dillon screamed around the cock in his
gullet. Alcazar had hit his prostate. Not much longer though. The slopping
sounds were so loud, they echoed in the dark alleyway. Dillon watched the
slobber dripping from his mouth cascaded down the kneeling bodyguard's tight
black t-shirt. The Hispanihunk had opened his jeans and was busily pulling
his pud while he brought Dillon to the edge. Dillon was being raped from all
ends, not sure whether he ever wanted the mini-orgy to end. He sucked harder
on the younger bodyguard's penis, dipping his talented tongue deep into the
oozing piss slit. The younger bodyguard was the first to go, emptying his
seed into Dillon's raw throat, holding the teen's head in place as he licked
away every drop. Next was Dillon, his bruised knees buckling as he shot
inside the warm mouth blowing him. He shot more loads than he'd ever
imagined in all his jackoff fantasies, enough to drain him of any energy.
The older bodyguard was next, depositing his cum on Dillon's bare legs and
tennis shoes. Finally, the big man himself, growling in Dillon's ear,
exploded inside Dillon's chute. Dillon was shoved forward by the violence of
those final thrusts. They never seemed to stop.

When Alcazar did pull out, Dillon felt nothing except the oceans of semen
trickling out of his well-used ass. His jaw ached as he watched the three
men walk away, leaving him alone and abused in the alley. Alcazar gave him a
lewd wink, and Dillon wondered if this would be the last time they saw each
other. Crumpled against the wall, his clothes in tatters, Dillon wondered
why, instead of being disgusted, his spent cock twitched each time he felt
his hole. Gathering up his wardrobe as best he could, Dillon began the long
walk home.

99999

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