Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 22:12:18 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guiding Light 5

I don't own these characters; Procter & Gamble and CBS do. I am making no
money, and live only by feedback. Please don't pass this around or
distribute this without my permission. If you aren't over 18 or the age of
majority in your area, then don't read.

I'm sorry about the slight delay in sending out a new chapter. If you have
any suggestions about future chapters, please send them to me at
knack6@hotmail.com, because I'm not sure what to do next and what new faces
to involve in the stories. Should I continue with this story, should I focus
on new pairings (Edmund/Richard, Tony/Shayne, etc.)? What?

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When Danny finally readied himself to watch the unlabeled tape which he'd
found dumped next to the kitchen door a few hours earlier, he was alone for
the night. Dealing with her brother Rick's wedding, her father Ed's return,
and Robbie's toddler urges had exhausted her into an early bedtime. Ed was
even more exhausted, only having been back from Africa for a few days.

Danny liked the quiet time. He'd always felt out of place in the Bauer home,
moreso now than ever with their patriarch back. Popping the tape in the VCR,
he sat back, legs open, settling into the expanse of the couch.

If he'd been eating popcorn, he would've choked to death at that moment.

Danny saw himself on the screen, legs spread as lewdly as they were at the
moment, only without the benefit of pants. A manicured-but-masculine hand
traced his dancer-like thighs, poked at his nuts, then settled into jerking
his long, slender cock. Danny stared at the image open-mouthed, asking
himself who would do this, what they wanted in return for the copies and
original.

As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he was also drinking in
his own body. He had never quite realized how sexy his body was, how his
hairless, toned chest matched his trimmed pubic area perfectly. Someone
flipped him so that his erection would poke the chair seat, his ass in the
air, and as he watched his supple cheeks being smoothed over, his hands took
on a mind of their own. Cool, centralized air breezed by his nipples, making
them erect nubs easily pinched between his satiny, sleek, fingers.
Unbuttoning further, he grunted as the man on the television screen spread
the video Danny's cheeks, cruelly exposing his puckering rosebud. When a
finger began digging into the ring, Danny let his head loll against the back
of the couch for a moment as a wave of heat ran through him. His tight
cheeks clenched in imitation of the buttocks onscreen, his impatient hands
planing across his flat, sensitive belly, tracing up and down his
near-invisible treasure trail as he lowered his slacks.

His bell end stuck like glue against his black bikini briefs, leaving slimy
trails of precum which Danny rubbed his thumb into. Sliding up and down his
entire shaft, he left his snake trapped, the friction, the tease driving him
further and further to the edge. Knowing how dirty this was, jacking off as
his limp mirror image was now being jacked off, knowing Michelle or Ed could
walk in at any minute...sent Danny into danger pleasure zones he hadn't
experienced since his hushed, post-lights-out circle jerk sessions with a
few roommates in boarding school.

Bucking his hips, mouth painstakingly shut to block his moans, he ripped
open his briefs as both versions of himself were dripping continuous pools
of early seed. Finally, Danny watched himself erupt, and when a volley
coated the lens, Danny lost all control of his own erection. Clamping down
on the base of his beet-red shaft, load after load exploded from his rigid
meat, coating his hands, thighs, the couch cover, his chest, even the coffee
table.

Sighing deeply at the hottest session he'd had in several years, he shook
his head to clear out the cobwebs, coating his fingers and palms in the
gooey cum piles surrounding him, then licking away the residue as a slightly
sweet late-night snack.

Just as he was about to hit the stop button and figure out what to do next,
very familiar voices and faces began occupying the tape.

"Fuckin' pretty boy ain't ever gonna know what hit him. Those drugs sure did
the trick."

"Yes, well, shall we move on to more pressing business?"

Romeo Jones and Edmund Winslow. Of course. Only Romeo would be stupid enough
to not even bother to check the tape.

Danny remained on the couch to hear any more incriminating words, but the
talk ended pretty fast. The only sound was of garments rustling and falling
like leaves. Laying back, Danny began tickling exploratory fingers against
his quivering, hair-lined hole and stroking his flaccid organ. Hardness
returned to his eager crotch when Edmund lowered his trousers and patterned
boxers to show off the shapely, lush mounds Danny had dreamed of plunging
his mobster meat between. As Edmund deep-throated Romeo's thick girth and
Romeo began digging his toe into Edmund's sweat-drenched anus, encouraging
his "royal cockslut", Danny was half-hard and pumping away. By the time
Edmund had plunged deep into Romeo, tight balls slapping against Romeo's
taint, Romeo spilling all over the bare desktop, Danny had three fingers up
his virgin ass and was filling the room with a second geyser. Exhausted, he
kept his mind closed long enough to watch Edmund erupting into the manhole
of Romeo Jones, Romeo and Edmund swallowing each other's tongues, then
licking each other clean. As Romeo began dressing, the tape cut off.

Danny shook his sore limbs and stood on unsteady feet, planning to wash the
couch cover and his clothes, then himself. He could use that time to
formulate his next move: how to pay Edmund and Romeo back in just the right
way.