Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 23:39:40 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay General Hospital 3

GH belongs to ABC Daytime and Disney. These actors belong to themselves and
I am only using their characters in my own fantasy. Don't read this if you
are: 1) not over 18, 2) disgusted by hot men screwing around, 3) going to
distribute this story without asking me first.

I was surprised and pleased by the reception for the first two stories.
Please continue to send me your thoughts, fantasies, or complaints for
chapter 3. I know people want to see Jason or the other most popular studs,
but I'm trying to include some of GH's other men who have always made me
hard but are not as written-about in these types of stories. Jason will show
up pretty soon, you have my word. Meanwhile, please read and respond on this
chapter, as I will work your suggestions into ensuing chapters.

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If Stefan had not been so overwhelmed, he would have chuckled at the
insanity of his situation. His beloved nephew, a young monarch who had spent
most of the past year asserting his authority in every way possible, was
flat on his stomach, his trim legs spread wide, his asshole slick with the
juices of his own half-brother. A half-brother who was the spawn of Stefan's
sworn enemy and occasional lover, and who was now standing away from the
small hole, inviting Stefan to share in this carnival of incest.

Stefan massaged his veiny staff. He didn't like losing control, but how many
nights had he dreamed of this chance? How often would he be able to sodomize
his own nephew. To make matters worse, Stefan could swear that every time
Lucky - also naked and rubbing his immaculate upper body - winked at him,
Nikolas's pucker winked as well.

"Fuck me...fuck me..."

Nikolas may not have been speaking to him, but those hoarse words were the
last sign Stefan needed. He briskly walked towards his nephew's beckoning
ass-twat, desperate to taste the rectal juices of the next Cassadine
generation.

"OHHHHH...you need to shave, Lucky..."

Lucky had to force down a loud guffaw at Nik's reaction to the goatee
scraping against his beautiful bare buttocks. Lucky had lost every kind of
virginity possible when being held prisoner by Helena Cassadine. A sea of
butts, breasts, cocks and pussies had engulfed him. He had lost all
hesitancy in his sexuality, and would have seduced his brother immediately
if not for Nik's feelings for various women. A few months ago, Nikolas was
finally free and Lucky pounced on him. They still argued, still fought, but
the unspoken passion they had felt for each other from the beginning now
screamed their names over and over again. Lucky moved to the back of the
room, watching Stefan's delectable, hairy, rock-hard buttocks clenching as
he dove his tongue deep into his nephew's slutty center. Lucky was an active
young man, not content to just flick his nips and stroke his cock. He'd
wanted a piece of Stefan, one way or another, for a long time, and now he
was going to get it.

Stefan barely noticed the slight gush of air as his cheeks were spread
apart, and the wet digit inside him was only minutely more distracting. When
two jiggling fingers joined that tongue, Stefan began to pay attention. He
hadn't been fucked in years - not since his evil but rawly sexual brother
Stavros had visited his room for nightly satisfaction - and his ring clamped
down on the surprise invaders. Lucky was patient, and skilled, to Stefan's
simmering delight. Three fingers and a tongue had slid into Stefan now.
Stefan groaned into Nik's lewdly exposed body. His mammoth manhood stuck
against the expensive, imported bedspread. He decided to take the next step
and fuck the consequences. Or, more accurately, fuck Nikolas.

Nikolas, still on his belly, thrusting his own drooling dong into the
bedspread below him, was primed for the new sensations. Lucky had trained
him for how good anal sex could feel, how much the pain was necessary for
pleasure. But Nik nearly tore a hole in the pillowcase stuck between his
teeth as he felt the thick club entering his rear end. The head was
uncircumcised, folding down as the first few inches glided inside the velvet
glove. Nik began to twist, trying to shake the invader, but familiar, worn
fingers carressed his scalp, soothing his worries.

"It's me, Nikolas. Let me. Please. I beg of you."

Slowly, gently, Nikolas was turned to face his new lover.

"Stefan. Uncle!"

Stefan's heart melted as his bewildered nephew gaped at him with those
impossibly full lips. Nikolas had not called him by that name with anything
but disdain for years. In his words were tenderness and awe that Stefan had
long forgotten about. Their bodies fit perfectly, Nik's supple legs on
Stefan's shoulders, Stefan's firm waist supporting the plush backside and
broad back at his disposal. As they began to pump, Stefan saw the sensual
and needy young man his nephew had become, and Nikolas appreciated the
furry, dominating bear his uncle had always been. Nikolas felt the bone
bumping into his prostate, but that wasn't enough. He wanted more than mere
pleasure. He wanted a royal plowing.

"Fuck me...Daddy...fuck me raw."

Stefan let out a primal roar as he processed the husky words. He pulled out
and slammed back into his nephew's pliant ass. His feet clawing into the
bed, he dug deep into the cavern before, hoping Nikolas could feel the
monstrous flesh serpent all the way to his throat.

Lucky had been standing up, a distant bystander, but his horniness took
over. No more watching. Stefan's plump ass cried out for exploring, and
Stefan himself cried out when he was filled to the root with inch after inch
of rigid Spencer cock. Lucky whispered raunch into Stefan's ear, gnawing on
his neck as he finally found Stefan's bump.

"I wanna fuck you so hard that I blow my load in Nikolas. My brother...your
nephew...I always knew you were faggot slut Eurotrash and now my dick has
branded you both...UGGGHHHH..."

Stefan had barely had time to react to Lucky's intoxicating vulgarity when
Nikolas clamped down hard on his volcanic shaft.

"I LOVE YOU, SONNN..." Stefan cried out as years of pent-up seed splattered
the walls of the boy-man he had raised as nephew, son, and now soulmate.

Lucky was next to follow, his brutal assault on Stefan's forested buns
ending in a heavy load. Lucky shut his eyes, savoring this moment, knowing
he would treasure it for the rest of his life.

Both men sidled to Nikolas, four desperate, sweaty hands pulling and poking
at his shaft as Lucky bent over to lap Nik's oozing hole with his hungry
tongue. Stefan seized the opportunity to swallow half of Nik's long scepter.
Nikolas was always vulnerable to talented tongues, and with a muted whimper,
he came into Stefan's warm, wonderful mouth.

As they all laid on the bed, entangled in each other's sticky limbs, only
one thought was on their minds.

"How soon before we can do this again?"

--

"I don't like this, Alexis. You're jeopardizing...MMMPHH!!!"

Hospital psychiatrist and all-around busybody Cameron Lewis was rarely
rendered speechless. This was such an occasion. Alexis, his unstable patient
and friend, kissed him. And he kissed back, Lord, how he kissed back. Even
though she was pretending to be a man in order to see her infant daughter
who was in the custody of the father, even though she was dressed in full
drag, including fake beard, at the moment, even though they were just
outside Kelly's Diner and could be seen by anyone, he gave in to her
passionate embrace.

"Good day, sir."

Alexis, AKA "Dobson the Quartermaine butler" bowed to him, walking away with
Cameron's jaw in her pocket. Why did he let her get to him that way? He was
about to return to the hospital when a very sharp squeeze on his backside
nearly sent him through the awning.

"What's up, Doc? You have a very nice ass. You should wear jeans more
often."

Cameron was a handsome man, devastatingly so in his youth. In his late 40's,
he had a broad build and a well-maintained beard which suggested
intelligence as well as fires underneath. Cameron turned around, trying to
place the grinning, balding man. He was in his late 30's, of medium build,
dressed in loose clothes. His smile was both genial and intimidating, as if
he knew every secret in the world.

"Picture me in uniform."

Cameron clicked his tongue as he finally placed the impish figure in front
of him. Reginald, the Quartermaine butler.

"I thought you were injured."

Reginald scuffed the back of his neck as he smirked at the cool, clinical
tone of the smoldering doctor.

"Not like I was in a full body cast. I was looking forward to going back to
work, even if they're all nuts, when the old geezer Edward told me that I
should stay away. I was too much of a handful. And Dobson, the man you were
just swallowing the face of, if I'm not mistaken, was a much better
manservant than I could ever be."

As Reginald purred those last few words, his nimble fingers - surprisingly
long, in Cameron's opinion, and a hint at what other lengthy digits he was
hiding - swabbed at Cameron's ample bulge. Cameron fought back his strange
sense of arousal and attempted to steer the conversation towards a
conclusion.

"Look, Reginald..."

"Call me Reggie, please."

"Reggie" pulled him in for a kiss. Cameron was too stunned to resist, and by
the time he reached his senses, Reginald's skilled and long tongue was
pushed in the back of his throat. Cameron groaned and let his hands move of
their own free will, cupping the surprisingly firm backside in his touch.
Just as he remembered they were in a public place, they were pushed apart by
a new arrival.

"Dad, are you out of your fucking mind??"

It was Zander, Cameron's estranged son. Reginald eyed him up with interest.
He always had been cute.

"Son, I can explain, I..."

Zander shook his head. Life was confusing enough without his father making
out with...

"Do you have a thing for Quartermaine butlers? Dobson I could understand
cause that's Alexis in drag, but..."

Cameron's face fell as Reginald's own countenance brightened considerably.
Only then did Zander realize what he'd just done. He was about to mouth an
obscenity when Reginald lightly closed his half-open mouth.

Reginald rubbed his hands together greedily. This was the best news he'd had
in months.

"OK, gentleman, I have all of the cards here. I could go to Edward
immediately. Or, I could spend an afternoon with an incredibly hot young
stud and his grizzled hunk of a father. We can spill some seed or I can
spill the beans, if you'll forgive my crassness."

Cameron and Zander blushed. For once, they were united in their thoughts and
fears. They wondered what would happen next. Little did they know a fourth
party had overheard every word, and was making plans of his own...

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