Date: Sun, 03 Aug 2003 22:30:54 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay General Hospital 5

GH belongs to ABC and Disney. They own the rights and I'm not trying to
infringe. This is just some fun imaginary fantasy. The story is mine though.
Do not read this if you are not over 18...you know all that.

I'm sorry for the delay, I hope you're all still interested in reading what
happens next. I have worked in some of what you wanted and am willing to
work in more. I can't do this without your encouragement and ideas.

--

Cameron was burning with curiousity, as well as lust, with a dash of
disappointment mixed in. A logical presumption would be that when a father
and son exchange their juices for the first time, those juices have not been
sipped by half the men in town. Or at least not by the sluttiest butler in
town. He knew he should try to comfort his son, who was currently studying
the floorboards, too ashamed to look into his father's eyes. But Cameron
didn't know what to say...for the first time.

The two Lewis men may have stood in such separate universes forever, if not
for Reggie pushing Zander onto the bed, lightly slapping his bubble butt as
the young, wiry stud collapsed onto the mattress.

"Tell him the story."

Zander's heartstopping blue eyes blinked repeatedly. He was on the verge of
tears, and yet, Cameron noticed, the meat between those legs dangled hard
and heavy.

Reggie also noticed, stroking Zander, purring and kissing next to his ear,
whispering inaudible filth. Even thinking of what the sex pig might be
saying drove Cameron to distraction. The words were certainly having an
effect on squirming, leaking Zander.

Finally, Reggie broke away, standing in the middle of the room in his
mediator pose. Hands on his hips. Zander cleared his throat and began
speaking. Arms firmly pressed together in front of his slight paunch,
Cameron listened.

"OK...um...one day I came to the mansion to see Emily. This was a few years
ago. Edward had me thrown out. Reginald grabbed me, and I didn't know why,
usually he didn't have a problem with me. I struggled and he kept grabbing
my crotch and my ass and..."

Cameron craned his head over to give his patented judgmental therapist stare
to the older man. Reginald just smirked at him, specifically at the part of
his lower anatomy which was enjoying Zander's tale.

"H-He pushed me into the back of a limo that was being cleaned. Told me he
could tell I wanted a good fucking, I was a horny young piece of ass. I
tried to get away, but he tackled me, and then I stopped fighting him. I did
want it. Before Em, I had sex like all the time, men, women...I never got
enough."

"Touch yourself," Reginald whispered to the storyteller, as he himself
pulled at his lengthy pud.

Zander wordlessly agreed with him, lolling his neck around, slowly running
his meat hook of a hand down his wet chest and to his wild garden of pubic
hair. He began stroking, setting up a rhythm.

"So Reg turned me over, almost tore off my jeans. My dick was stuck to the
fancy leather seat, and my ass was up in the air. He smacked it, told me how
hungry I must be, that my butt was made for ripping apart, that he had the
equipment to do it. All I could see was the door handle and the window,
dark, I was pressed against it, squirming, and his tongue was in me. All the
way in...so long, and knew just where to go. I'd never felt so horny, or so
used. His fingers were even longer, one, then three. He kept going, waving
his fingers around, stretching me, 'til he hit something that made me lose
my first load. All over my stomach and the seat, I was fuckin' glued."

Cameron had unconsciously begun playing with himself near the middle of the
story. While he tugged at his swollen testicles and moaned with authority,
he ached inside for Zander, who couldn't even open his eyes, couldn't take
the idea of Zander's icy rejection. His son's thighs were wide open now, his
fingers massaging the beefy calves. The boy's dick was slightly
above-average in length but exceedingly plump in girth. The fat, beige
porker had a distinct curve to the right. As he studied his son's pelvic
area, he noticed Reginald squirming a bit and lightly exploring his nipples
and hairy, flat chest.

"Uh...I didn't wanna come again, but I knew I was going to. As soon as I
felt Reg's cock lining up to my hole. God this is so nasty...I'm sorry
Dad...he pushed inside me, real slow. I felt like a snake had slithered
inside my ass. He took me over. I was his cumslut, that's what he kept
saying. I don't know why, but I ground against him, sucking more in. He
called me a Hoover and slammed deep. I...oh God..."

Zander dropped his head into his hands, sobbing.

"I'm scum, that's all I'll ever be. No wonder you hate me. I'm telling you
how a man I barely even knew butt-fucked me in the back of my girlfriend's
limo, and I'm getting off on it. I just want to die. I..."

Cameron had to admit he was not completely sure how to take his son's
confession, his pleasure in revealing such a sordid tryst to his own father.
But he also had to admit that this was not the time for judgment, and that
he'd helped ruin his entire family's life because of his constant judgment.
That wasn't going to happen today.

He kneeled at the foot of the bed, his middle-aged joints creaking a bit
with the motion. Cradling Zander in his arms, he let the young man moisten
his shoulder, soothed his hair, whispered in his ear.

"You have done nothing wrong. You're a fine young man and I won't have you
treat yourself this way anymore. Listen to me. I'm your father. I love you.
And...I want you."

The last words literally spilled out of his mouth, a sliver of saliva
running from his lower lip as he spoke. Zander moved away from the crook of
Cameron's shoulder. He stared, unblinking, those puppy-dog eyes pooled with
tears. Without warning, he smashed his mouth against Cameron's. Father and
son kissed, frenzied for a few moments, slowly becoming more loving, more
exploraty of lips and tongue and teeth. Father and son began to realize they
were facing each other, drenched in their juices, their big Lewis hardons
barely wilted. They were more than just father and son, they were men.

Their hands settled into each other's skin, Zander's touch dry and rough,
Cameron's tender and soft, Cameron marveling at his son's washboard abs,
trailing them one by one with his fingernail. As Cameron reached over to
bite into Zander's juicy, oval-shaped tits, Zander marveled at the fine
sampling of furry, dark crimson chest hair. Cameron's meaty nubs throbbed
under Zander's expert touch. Cameron's crowning glory, long and plump with a
regal blue vein adorning the underside, jabbed Zander's tight abdominals as
Zander's own manhood leaked a steady trail against his father's heavy balls.

"These made you," Cameron stated, in a calm voice which barely hinted at his
strong desire. He placed Zander's hands on his ball sac and penis. Zander
traced the hairy, wrinkly orbs and proud, arching shaft, chewing his lower
lip in wonder.

"I made these," Cameron purred, lewdly fondling his son's fat, slobbering
prong, his heavy, hairless nuts, rolling them between his fingers.

They kissed again, wet and hot, desperate, before Cameron separated himself.
Before Zander could protest, Cameron had laid himself flat out on his
stomach, his surprisingly trim legs open, his tight pucker peeking from
underneath a thick patch of curly crack hair.

"Son, I've never been subject to anal intercourse. I want the first penis
inside me to be attached to the boy...the man, that I made."

The good doctor smacked his own supple buttocks, spreading them apart as
best he could.

Zander nearly came right then and there, but he managed to keep his delirium
in check long enough to dive deep into his father's - his father for fuck's
sake, he kept repeating in his mind - moist, musky cavern. He smelled and
tasted the residue of a man, and he did so happily. After coating his hungry
shaft with a healthy dose of pre-ejaculate, Zander found the rosebud,
pushing in with slow deliberation. His entire body shuddered as he
transformed all his thoughts, energy, lifeblood into his erection, his
weapon of choice.

Cameron tore at the bedspread with hands and teeth while his offspring
propped him up on all fours, easing in and out of his yawning anus with a
knowledge far greater than Cameron had ever expected. Zander was playing his
entire body like a violin, and Cameron enjoyed the submission. The hands
yanking his chest hair, slapping the cheeks which jostled with each sharp
thrust, methodically jerking him off. He was about to come when two more
hands joined in.

"Forget about me?" Reginald smirked.

Cameron knew that could never be allowed to happen, and he let his mouth
slip down onto a few inches of the butler's towering prick. Cameron groaned
in appreciation while he stood at the edge of the bed, watching Zander's
ferociously pivoting flesh slide noisily in and out of the small shithole.
He leaned over the bear they were tranquilizing from both ends and
passionately captured Zander's mouth. They made out, tongues extended as far
as possible, dueling in time with their pelvic swords. Between Cameron's
milking and Reginald's petting and kissing, Zander knew he was through.

"OH GOD...I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS DAD...MY OWN FATHER'S FUCKING ASS....I
LOVVVE YOU DAAAAAAAA...."

As Zander painted his father's insides with a fresh white coat, Reginald
pulled out of the shrink's mouth just in time to blow his own load, volley
after volley of warm semen coating Cameron's face. Before he had a chance to
adjust to being deflowered by his own son, he was turned over onto his back,
and the two men towering over him began teasing and tormenting his primed,
reddened body, from the near double-digit bobbing mass between his legs to
the caked-up, dripping seed in his perfectly maintained beard. He was no
match for their knowing mouths, losing his own pent-up load within seconds.

Cameron stretched out on the bed, exhausted and feeling more than a bit
empty. Zander and Reginald each stretched beside him, stroking his chest and
feeling his heartbeat.

"I should've done this years ago, gets the blood flowing," he nervously
chuckled.

Zander was unable to tell if that wall between them was returning. With some
effort, he looked his father in the eyes.

"Are you sure it's alright, Dad? You don't..."

Reginald shook his head at all the angst.

"Enough of this soap opera detritus! Just kiss already!"

Zander leaned forward, tentatively, his hand on Cameron's chest. Cameron
hesitated. This wouldn't just be about sex, this would be love, intimacy.
This would change everything.

And yet, he went ahead with his desires. He kissed his son, alternately
wincing and savoring the pungent flavor their mouths now shared. They were
one.

"Can I cut in?"

Both men yanked Reginald between them before he could say another word. They
pounced on him, telling him he would be theirs for the rest of the day, to
pay them back for his blackmail. Reginald willingly, very willingly played
along with the oncoming deluge of father and son horseflesh. If only any of
the three had seen the man snapping pictures outside the window, or knew
that the true blackmail was only about to begin...

----

It took a great deal to shock Marcus Taggert. Years on the police force, in
the roughest sections of town. He'd seen everything.

"Scott, what the fuck are you DOING?"

Almost everything.

Scott was spread-eagle on his desk. Impeccably dressed from the waist up.
>From the waist down, buck naked, an extremely fat 7-inch cock poking
straight up in the air. Andy Capelli, one of their youngest and best
detectives, between his legs, lapping at his hairy hole.

Taggert had always kept an eye out for Andy. Aside from the Vinnie Barbarino
style-hair, this Italian stallion was perfect in every way. He filled out a
pair of tight jeans expertly, and the confidence in his swagger meant he
knew it. Most of the women and quite a few men at PCPD wanted a piece of
that ass. Taggert wanted to literally sink his teeth in those pillowy
cheeks, those white, hard slabs of muscle now exposed to his line of sight.

Andy smiled nervously at the arrival of his intimidating fellow officer, but
Scott had no such anxiety.

"Taggert, calm down, willya? I'm not gonna be traipsing down in San
Fransisco with flowers in my hair. But I need to keep focused at work, keep
my juices flowing. Nothin' does that like having a big cock up my ass or a
warm mouth inhaling my pepper mill. Got it? Good. Now get naked, then we
gotta talk."

Taggert stood still, now more in anger than awe. He shook his head, his
tongue flicking out between his lips.

"You are such a damn hypocrite. All this lecturing about morals, good and
evil, and you use your police force as a brothel! Is this what you were
elected for?"

Scott snorted through his smug, bearded visage. He'd been around the block
for the long haul and had put bucks like Taggert in their place too many
times to count.

"Need some help, do ya? OK."

A decisive snap of the fingers reverbarated through the soundproof office.
The only other noise was Andy's deteremined pumping into his boss' loose
man-twat. Before Taggert could process the situation, two muscle-bound men,
completely naked except for standard duty hats and holsters with a long
nightstick dangling from the edge, stepped from behind the door, one
gripping him from each side. It took a strong body to keep Marcus Taggert in
place, and these two studs fit the bill. The hunk on the left was the color
of charcoal, the hunk on the right was the ultimate uberman, blonde, tall,
and impossibly square-jawed. Their bodies were equally devoid of hair, their
pectorals glistening, tree trunk legs rooted firmly in place. They were
exact duplicates, aside from their skin color and the fleshsticks swinging
beside their nightsticks. Ivory was packing about 6 half-hard inches, and
Ebony was already up to 8. Taggert tried not to flinch from their methodical
tugging off of his jacket, undoing of his tie. They unbuttoned his shirt one
groove at a time, biting and suckling his pointed nips, licking down his
sculpted abs as they untucked the shirt.

"I found 'em in the park," Scott growled, barely grunting at Andy's anal
assault. "Arrested 'em for indecent exposure. These boys would suck anything
that wasn't nailed down. Skills like that deserve recognition, so they're
cadets now. With their own special kinda training."

Taggert winced at the myriad fingers on his belt buckle, squeezing his ample
bulge, shoving his trousers down. Ivory eagerly swallowed the fat chocolate
eclair released from Taggert's khaki prison. Those fingers opened and
loosened Taggert's stuttering hole, soothed his body, groped him in every
private area he had. Taggert knocked off Ivory's hat and angrily tugged at
his close-cropped blonde curls, feeding his cockmeat in and out of the
grade-A cocksucker's gullet. His knees buckled as he felt a huge mound of
flesh pressing against his backdoor. If not for the warmth of that knob, he
would have been sure Ebony was brandishing his nightstick. But no, the
nightstick was gone now...Scott was sliding it inside Andy's crack while
Andy put the finishing touches on his fuck job.

Soon, too soon, Taggert felt himself reaching the final level of pleasure.
His spinchter contracted around the enormous horsemeat buried inside him as
he was buffetted back and forth between the inviting mouth in front of him
and the mechanical thrusting behind him. Screaming his own hoarse, unique
war cry, he shoved the white boy's lips as far apart as possible. His cream
filling scorched down the ravenous throat. Ivory cleaned him up nice and
proper, smiling with smug satisfaction when he pulled Taggert's softening
shaft from his throat. Taggert was a bit annoyed by the condescension, and
very horned up from Ebony's continued plowing of his ass. Before he could
stop himself, a steady flow of urine leaked from his piss slit. He coated
Ivory's angelic face in the rank yellow pee, and the piss pig had no
complaint, opening his mouth to drink in the final few drops. Taggert knew
this was all very raw and maybe wrong, but he hadn't come like this in ages.

Ebony's loud, enthusiastic grunts indicated he was nearly done. By the time
he'd shot his massive wad and vacated Taggert's sore backside, Scott was
finished with his own sexual release. Andy kissed Scott's well-fucked chute
goodbye and went into Ebony and Ivory's waiting arms. Scott spun around on
his sticky desk, nonplussed by the gallons of semen leaking from his spent
hole.

"Taggert, now can get down to business. I have plans involving our favorite
thugs. Corinthos, Morgan, the works. Yeah, I've got big plans."

--

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