Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2006 16:39:35 -0500
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: OLTL Part Five

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
actors involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in
no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement
to the following actors and/or characters that may be mentioned. The
author in no way holds or maintains any rights to characters and actors.
One Life to Live are all property of ABC and Agnes Nixon. The situations
depicted herein in no way reflect the intended sexuality of said
characters.

Part Five;

Previously; Kevin Buchanan's spirits were flagged by a successful
encounter with gay Kevin Sheffield in a bar parking lot.  Feeling a whole
man again, Buchanan was more determined than ever to impregnate his wife
Kelly Cramer and if he could continue fucking the gay on the side, well
that was an added bonus.  Rex Balsom was angered over the memories Kevin
Sheffield elicited concerning his past.  Her wanted to punish the queer
for ruining his new respectability and confidence.  Antonio Vega was
experiencing feelings he hadn't acknowledge since prison and was torn
between making things right with his fiance, Jessica Buchanan, and
finding out just who the gay youth was from the strip club.

	Antonio glanced over at the sleeping form of Jessica at his side and
gently slipped up from the bed.  Padding gently to the bathroom, Antonio
quietly closed the door behind him and secured the lock.  Sitting on the
closed lid of the toilet, Antonio gently rubbed his cock and felt it
coming alive.  He lifted his hand from his cock to his nose and imagined
smelling the sweet scent of the cute little queer from the club.  His
cock jerked to full erection.  Gripping it with both hands, he began
stroking his cock, remembering what the fag's lips had felt like.  He
pumped harder as he pretended those sexy lips were wrapped around his
cock again.
	"Yeahhhhhhh," he groaned lowly.  Antonio closed his eyes and imagined
the cute queer's innocent but sexy eyes looking up at him from between
Antonio's muscular legs.  "Suck my cockkkkkkkk!"
	He rubbed the palm of one hand up around his bulbous cock head feeling
the damp evidence of pre-cum.  "My pretty little cock suckerrrrrrr,"
Antonio purred.  "Yeahhhhhhh," Antonio pumped his shaft harder and more
furiously.  He felt every vein and ridge as the pretty queer boi must
have against his full pouty lips.  "Mmmmmmm," Antonio rasped, "you belong
to me!  You're my little cock suckerrrrrrr."
	Antonio's balls tingled and he rolled them gently in the palm of one
hand while running his other palm back up around and across his cock
head.  He was so close.  Eyes clamped tightly, he looked into those
pretty little eyes looking back up at him.  His balls were churning.  He
wanted the pretty little queer boi to drink another big load.
	"Ughhhhhhhhh," Antonio suppressed the guttural as much as possible as
his cum flooded from his cock head forcefully.  "Aghhhhhhh," Antonio
deliberately pumped his cum into the palms of his large hands.
"Yeahhhhhhhh," he chanted as he emptied his cock and the heavy load
rolled over from the sides of his cupped hands.  Despite some rivulets
rolling down the back side of his hands and some strings stretching
toward the bathroom floor, Antonio lifted his hands to his lips and
licked his own cum up.  As he licked his hands cleaned, he imagined that
he was feeding the load to the pretty little queer.  When his palms were
licked clean, he wiped the back of his hand against his lips and sighed
in contentment.

	Dt. John McBain was on his motorcycle running the streets of Llanview
after a disastrous encounter with Natalie.  He couldn't understand the
woman!  One minute she was hot for him, the next she was cold.  He swore
that he was getting blue balls from her damn games!  As he zoomed past a
well known gay club, his mind flashed back to the entire Jen Rappaport
murder.  Who would have believed that her husband, an upstanding
politician, had a secret gay life?  He didn't quite understand the reason
Danial would cheat on a good woman like Nora, especially with a young
college boy.  Hell, he couldn't imagine fucking around with a fag no
matter how frustrating women could be!
	As he turned his bike around a corner near Angel Square, a commotion in
the square caught his attention.  Five street punks were assaulting a
sixth young man.  He slowed his bike a bit.  He was off duty but the men,
all of whom looked like gang members, were really wailing on the
overwhelmed young man.  Breaking his bike, he climbed off the vehicle and
began to walk toward the commotion.
	"Hey!"  John yelled.
	The men stilled and looked at him in the distance.  He was standing
under a lamp post so he was pretty visible to the punks.  Obviously one
recognized him because he heard one of them exclaim that he was a cop and
they ran off leaving the victim leaning heavily against the fountain.
John would have given chase but he noted how unstable the male victim
appeared to be.  He walked closer.
	"You ok?"  The man lifted his head at John's question and he recognized
the other man instantly.  He was Mark something or other, the notorious
gay lover of Nora's incarcerated husband Danial.
	"Fine," Mark noted sarcastically.
	John nodded.  He wasn't very comfortable with fags.  "What happened?"
	The bitter young man glared at him.  "What does it look like happened?"
	John bristled a bit at the man's defensiveness.  "You know them?  They
have some beef with you?"
	Mark looked at John in derision.  "I think you know who I am, so you can
imagine what their beef was."
	"You want to press charges?"  John wasn't exactly sure how he should
handle the situation.  The young man clearly needed help, but had a
massive chip on his shoulder.  Of course, John couldn't exactly blame
him.  The fag was a bit of a pariah since the murder and sex scandal.
	"What good would that do?"  He snorted in disgust.  "Besides, I'm not
exactly mister popularity with the Llanview PD."
	"That wasn't your fault."  John offered sympathetically.
	Mark tensed, so the cop did know who he was.  He surveyed the leather
clad cop.  A bit rough with long hair and bad ass attitude, he wasn't
exactly Mark's type.  Of course, Mark inwardly scoffed, what was his
type, murderers?  And there was no denying that the cop was hot,
definitely sexy.
	John suspected the fag was checking him out and shifted uncomfortably.
"Where do you live?"  He asked abruptly.
	"On the other side of town."  Mark explained.  When John lifted his
eyebrows a bit, Mark was defensive again.  "I was studying at the library
but missed the last buss across town."
	John nodded his head a bit, "and so you were going to walk across town
at this time of night?"
	"I...."
	"Don't you know how dangerous this part of town is at night?"  John's
gaze flicked to his mussed clothing and the scrape to his cheek.  "Yeah,"
he shrugged, "well now you do."  John thought a moment.  He couldn't
exactly leave him there to fend for himself, but it didn't feel right to
simply get him a taxi.  "Come on," he said after thought.  "I'll get you
home safely."
	Mark hesitated.
	John sighed a bit in exasperation.  "I'm a cop.  I won't bite."
	No but Mark wouldn't mind biting him!  He suppressed a giggle at the
sexual thought.  "Yeah," he relented, "ok."
	John walked across the street and Mark followed.  When Mark realized the
cop's vehicle was the motorcycle parked along the curb, he hesitated
again.
	John turned to him and saw the trepidation in his eyes.  "It will be all
right."  He assured.  "My girl rides with me all of the time.  You just
have to hold on to me."
	Mark's gaze traveled his muscular form.  That wouldn't be unpleasing at
all.  Again, John understand the man's gaze and strain of thought.  His
heart began to race a bit.
	"Yeah well," he climbed on the motorcycle, "hop on."
	Mark awkwardly climbed on the vehicle and tentatively wrapped his arms
around the cop's waist.  Mark felt the cop's rippling muscles beneath his
jacket and shirt. He tensed uncomfortably.  John revved the bike's motor
and took off.

	Kevin Buchanan was on top of the world when he entered his darkened
apartment.  He'd performed masterfully earlier, shooting the biggest load
he could remember in years.  There was no question about it.  He was
still a man!  He half wanted to wake Kelly when he saw her asleep in
their bed and fuck her raw just to prove the point.  However he decided
his spousal duty could wait another day, when both were ready to make
their baby.

	As John McBain traversed the streets of Llanview heading for Mark's
apartment, he wondered again how a man like Danial could fuck around with
another.....with this dude.
	Mark held a bit tighter to the cop at the high speed and actually
enjoyed being pressed against the sexy cop.  He shifted a bit as he threw
a boner.
	McBain felt the fag's boner but wasn't exactly repulsed.  He was
curious, though.

to be continued.....