Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2007 16:46:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Oh Leander <ohleander@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hung & The Restless - Part 3/Kevin & Cane (Celebrity)

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DISCLAIMER: "The Young & The Restless" is daytime soap opera in the U.S.
and property of the CBS Network, and is copyrighted material. This story
is not meant to imply anything about the sexual preference of any of the
characters involved or the actors who portray them. This is pure fan
fiction.

Please e-mail me (ohleander@yahoo.com) if you would like to make any
comments. I will take all suggestions and comments under consideration.
If you would like to tell me how you would like the story to continue,
please let me know. I'm not much on alot of plot development, just semi
feasible storylines and fucking. Lots of fucking.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thanks to everyone for feedback. Keep it coming! This chapter was
inspired by great suggestions. Please read the end of Chapter 2 for a
recap/continuity. If sex is all you want, read on. And now... Chapter 3!
Enjoy!
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 KEVIN & CANE: The Craving
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As Cane made his way behind the counter Kevin took notice of his cocky,
overly masculine strut. The way he walked bow-legged probably from some
injury he got while knocking his hard body around playing rugby, Kevin
thought. Cane's broad shoulders were slightly pulled back as he walked
with his chest puffed out like he owned the world. Kevin blushed as he
realized Cane was now staring at him.

"So, what's your problem mate?", Cane asked.

"Huh? What do you mean?", Kevin swallowed hard, thinking Cane had
caught him watching.

"Your espresso machine. Remember?", Cane said. "Which one of these
contraptions is it?"

"Oh, yeah, right...uhh, it's the one in the corner to the left." Kevin
breathed a slight sigh of relief. "What's wrong, I thought you said
you'd done this before".


"I have. All the time when I used to bar tend. But the places I worked
never served espresso", Cane stressed the last word with a mock stuck-up
sort of tone. "But a tap's a tap".


"Hey, there's nothing wrong with serving espresso", Kevin cried.

"Yeah, there's a real MAN'S drink", Cane joked.

"Just fix the fuckin' tap, alright? Mr. Testosterone", Kevin barked
back.


Kevin felt emaciated and turned on at the same time. He knew Cane was
giving him shit still from their little standoff at the door. But also,
ever since they'd met Kevin got the feeling that Cane didn't like him
much. And that he was actually quite disgusted to be around him. Kevin
thought maybe it was his gaydar. Some straight men have a heightened
sense of awareness to being in the presence of a cock sucker. Many times
Kevin would catch Cane looking in his direction with contempt, as if he
could see it all over him.

Cane couldn't be sure of course, but Kevin did harbor an animal
attraction for the Aussie. Each day's encounter with Cane would fuel new
and interesting jack-off fantasies that night. Kevin tried to disguise
his behavior in the day and be as personable as possible to Cane, but his
beady little eyes couldn't hide the fact that he was a slut for cock,
and for Cane's in particular. He couldn't explain it, but somehow he
actually got off on Cane's disgust for him. He hated himself for it but
surrendered completely to the pure hedonistic lust for cock.


Kevin sat on a stool by the counter, pretending to go through receipts
for the coffee shop as he watched Cane prepare to go to work on his
broken tap. He watched Cane's big hands as they unscrewed the nozzle on
the tap. He removed the tap entirely and examined the opening inside the
machine. To get a better look he squatted down, flexing his fabulous ass.
He eyed the hole again and this time he stuck two fingers inside and
probed the opening as if searching for something. He pulled his fingers
out covered in coffee residue. He smelled it then gave it a flick of his
tongue. As he rose to stand, his crisp khaki pants became visibly wedged
in the crack of his ass. Kevin had stopped pretending to review receipts
and he watched as Cane slowly picked the wedgie out his ass. Cane turned
suddenly and caught Kevin's eyes burning a hole through his ass.

"Don't you have work to do? Or were you gonna stare at my bum all
day?", Cane asked, knowing full well he was being watched. He moved
closer to Kevin from his end of the counter.

"Yeah, I guess I'm finished sorting these receipts", Kevin stumbled.
"I'll go see what's out of stock in the storeroom".

"Yeah, you do that", Cain laughed threateningly. He turned back around
to the tap and squatted again going back to work.

Kevin got up from the stool and headed back to the storeroom. Passing by
the counter, he stopped again.

"Hey wait, before you get started, don't you need tools?" Kevin asked.


Cane turned and looked up at Kevin from his squatting position. He placed
a hand in the pocket of his pants and slightly rubbed the visible bulge
in his crotch.

"I got all the tool I need right here, mate", Cane said as he jostled
his package for Kevin to see.

Kevin stood there confused for a second. He didn't know if this was a
blatant come on or just some cryptic way of saying that "real" men can
fix anything. Whatever the case, it made Kevin's cock jump in his pants.
He moved quickly to the storeroom before Cane noticed.

"Okay, yeah...well, call me if you need any help with that", Kevin said
nervously as he bolted to the back hallway of the store. His cock was
aching to be released. Instead of going to the storeroom he opted for the
solitude of the bathroom, which was at the opposite end of the hallway.

In the bathroom Kevin quickly found the first stall and locked himself
inside. He stuffed his hand down his jeans and quickly found his
throbbing cock, giving it a few satisfying tugs. With his other hand he
reached under his shirt to pinch his nipples as he replayed Cane's cock
grab from a moment ago. He pondered what Cane could have meant by making
that gesture. Was Cane really coming on to him? Did he know that Kevin
lusted after his cock and would do anything to suck him dry? Cane was
probably out there right now laughing his ass off at having teased some
fucking pussy boy with his dick. But Kevin didn't care. He'd do
anything to suck Cane off.

Kevin started to get more into his jerk session. He unbuckled his pants
and slid them down his legs. His 7-inch uncut cock flopped out and
slapped against his stomach. He bit his tongue and slapped his cock
around a few more times, savoring the stinging sensation he felt against
his cock head. As he sat down on the toilet seat his cock pointed
straight up in the air like an arrow. He spat on his palms and beat his
meat. Then, being extremely flexible as Kevin was, he bent over and began
to suck the tip of his own dick while he jacked it off.

Suddenly the door of the bathroom was thrown open and in walked Cane.
Kevin quickly lifted his feet from the ground and placed then against the
door so he wouldn't be discovered. He heard Cane walking over to one of
the urinals. To his surprise Cane took the urinal just opposite the stall
he was in. Through the crack of the stall door Kevin could see Cane's
broad muscular back and his tight perky ass stuffed in those khaki pants
as he stood in front of the urinal. Kevin wrapped a fist around his still
hard cock and began beating it quietly as he took in the view.

Cane stepped up to the urinal, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his
massive 8-inch flaccid cock. As he started to piss he let out a low groan
of satisfaction that echoed off the bathroom walls. The deepness of the
sound vibrated at Kevin's core and he milked his cock faster. He spread
his legs and put two fingers up his twitching asshole. He fucked his
fingers in and out as the sound of Cane's piss spilling into the urinal
filled the room. He soon felt perilously close to orgasm and lost his
footing on against the door.

"Oh fuck!", Kevin whispered, hoping Cane hadn't noticed.

 But it was too obvious to Cane he wasn't alone. Startled, he rushed to
cram his thick beef stick back into his trousers. He zipped up and turned
around quickly to survey his surroundings. He knew he'd heard a sound.
He bent down low to check under the stalls but didn't see any feet. Then
he noticed, unlike the other stalls, the door to the one by him was
closed. He stalked quietly to the stall. With the versatility and force
of a ninja he kicked in the door in. Kevin immediately fell back almost
sliding off the toilet seat completely. Kevin was guilty; caught with
dick in hand with his pants around his ankles.

"What the fuck is this?!", Cane asked horrified. "Little slut boy
getting off to men in the pisser!!"

Cane reached in and grabbed Kevin by the front of his shirt and hoisted
him off the toilet seat. Before, he had reserved his feelings and held
back showing his dislike of the boy. But now he gave in and let it
consume him. His eyes bulged in disgust and rage. In that moment Kevin
feared for his life and he had good reason to.


"Please! Let me go! Its not what you think!", Kevin begged as his feet
dangled in the air.

 "Oh it's not what it looks like, huh?", Cane spit back. He yanked
Kevin closer, breathing hot air against him. "Then tell me, pervert!
What the fuck is it then? Huh?! Tell me you're not in here whacking off
to my dick!"


Kevin struggled to find an answer and his footing as Cane held him in the
air. He braced himself by steadying his hands on Cane's abs and waist.
He tried to find his words but couldn't block out the sensation of how
awesome it felt to touch this stud. Even in those heated few moments
Kevin still registered how rock hard and firm Cane's body was beneath
his clothes. He'd never been this close to him and might never be again
so he savored every second. Fuck it, he thought. If he was going to get
pummeled by Cane he might as well earn it. Kevin looked up into the fire
raging in Cane's eyes and began to rub his flat firm stomach through his
shirt. He reached around and felt his ripped obliques, then went low
around the back and cupped his bounteous ass.

"Fuckin' fag!!", Cane shouted as he dropped Kevin to the floor. "I
knew you were a nancy boy the moment I laid eyes on you".


Kevin's heart raced as he looked up at Cane. His true intentions were
finally laid bare. Cane could do with him what he liked, Kevin didn't
care to hide it anymore. Kevin flinched to brace himself as he saw Cane
rear back to raise his boot and kick Kevin square in his gut.

"How's that feel, pussy boy?!", Cane yelled. He took another swipe at
Kevin with his boot and landed another satisfying blow. He laughed in
Kevin's face as he gasped for air.

"Please...", Kevin begged, completely out of breath.

"Please what?", Cane whispered in a sinister voice. "Please stop? This
is what you wanted, isn't it".

Kevin closed his eyes in anticipation of another assault by Cane's boot.
He perked up when instead he heard the sound of a zipper. He slowly
opened one eye at a time as he saw Cane unbuttoning his pants. He about
fainted when he saw Cane pull out his semi-erect cock. Cane couldn't
deny that this flow of adrenaline was turning him on.

"Yeah, this is what you've wanted all along", Cane said seductively as
he stroked his cock.  He was totally getting off on having Kevin watch
him. He decided to finish what Kevin had so rudely interrupted. He
pointed his dick straight out and let the dam within him burst, pouring a
hot stream of piss all over Kevin's face and neck. Like a true slut,
Kevin didn't flinch or try to move. He closed his eyes and let it wash
all over him.

"MMMMmmmmmyeah....", Kevin moaned as he lolled his head in the golden
stream. He opened his mouth and lapped at the droplets of piss as they
cascaded down his face toward his lips.

Cane found this oddly erotic, having another guy drink his urine. He
aimed the stream of piss directly in Kevin's mouth, which was accepted
happily.

"You're a thirsty little whore, aren't you?", Cane said as he used
Kevin's mouth for target practice. He sprayed everywhere in and around
Kevin's mouth, laughing as Kevin tried to catch every drop. "Yeah,
that's it! Drink it up, slut!" he snarled.

As the stream thinned and eventually dissipated Kevin got closer to
Cane's cock, stopping just inches away as it dried up. Cane hovered over
Kevin and held his dick out, shaking the excess piss into Kevin's hungry
mouth. Both men stared at each other. Kevin's jet black hair was sopping
wet with piss. Cane still held his throbbing dick in his hand, a single
shiny droplet of piss lingered at the head. With his lustful eyes locked
on Cane's, Kevin curled out his tongue and seductively licked the tip of
Cane's cock head. Cane looked on with no protest. He shuddered as
Kevin's tongue grazed his piss slit. Indecision filled his head. But
before he could process what was going on Kevin pushed him back against
the stall wall and downed his cock, swirling his tongue on the fat
bulbous head. Cane reeled his head back in pleasure.

"AAAAAAHHHRRRRrrr!!!!", he let out a primal roar. He reached down and
pulled Kevin off his dick. He froze.

Kevin looked up at Cane quizzically. He reached up and peeled Cane's
pants down to around his ankles. Cane had a look of fear on his face. He
couldn't believe what he was about to let Kevin do. No, he said to
himself, and pulled up his pants. He zipped up and turned to leave the
stall.


"Cane! Wait!", Kevin pleaded. "Don't go."

 He knew Cane was confused and needed a little encouragement. Cane
stopped dead in his tracks by the door and turned around. Kevin was
completely flayed of his clothes. Stark naked, his hard cock bobbed up
and down as he walked toward Cane. He approached Cane to within inches,
leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Then, in a moment of
revelation, Cane began to kiss back. Their tongues sliding into each
other's mouths, sharing the taste of piss and spit. The two men embraced
and began to grind, exploring each other's bodies. Kevin reached under
Cane's shirt and rubbed his muscular back while Cane explored the
younger man's ass. A wave of excitement rushed over Cane as he engaged
in his most base desires. He picked Kevin up on him and held him close to
his chest. Kevin kissed and sucked Cane's neck and collar bone. As he
did so, he caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror by the
sink. Kevin smiled wickedly. He finally had the object of so many horny
jack-off sessions in his hands at last. Cane carried Kevin over to the
counter by the sink in front of the mirror and sat him down. Kevin helped
Cane out of his shirt.

"You're so fucking hot!", Kevin whispered excitedly as he ran his
hands over Cane's smooth muscular upper body.

Cane flexed for Kevin as he explored new parts of his physique. He loved
how Kevin worshipped his body, caressing and tweaking every muscle. He
saw the envy and awe in Kevin's eyes and smiled. It turned him on in a
way he'd never felt before. He realized no woman could ever really
appreciate the wonders of a man's body the way another man could. He
kissed Kevin sweetly on the lips and began to drop his pants slowly. He
turned his back to Kevin and, bending at the waist, dropped trou
revealing his voluptuous bubble butt encased in white cotton briefs.
Kevin bit his bottom lip and moaned at the sight of this hunky man
undressing just for him. Cane turned around slowly with a shit-eating
grin on his face, letting Kevin check out the goods. He sauntered back
over to Kevin sitting on the counter.

"You like what you see mate?", Cane said in a husky voice as he
massaged his hard prick through his underwear.

Kevin reached out and grabbed Cane's ass with a resounding slap, pulling
him close against him. He feverishly grinded his naked cock against
Cane's sheathed monster. Cane looked on in fascination as Kevin moved
wildly, bucking his hips. Kevin craved Cane in every sense.

"Shit, dude! You're fuckin' Superman!", Kevin ranted on as he
thrashed his body against Cane, feeling his hardness.

Cane scooped Kevin's little body up off the counter and planted his feet
on the floor, feeling the electricity as their naked bodies slid against
each other for the first time. Kevin wasted no time dropping to his knees
again. Now he was eye level with the throbbing monster and could feel the
heat emanating from it as it pulsed. He pressed his face deep into
Cane's crotch, inhaling deep his musky man scent while rubbing his hairy
muscular thighs. The heady elixir of sweat and piss wafting from Cane's
cock and balls was too much for Kevin as he shot his wad all over the
bathroom floor. As he came, Cane grabbed Kevin's head and pressed him
deeper into his valley, threatening to crush the head between his
powerful thighs.

Kevin flicked his tongue against the cotton fabric, eventually taking
long laps up and down the length of Cane's shaft. He worked it enough so
that the dick head began to peak out of the waistband of Cane's briefs.
He stared into Cane's eyes as he tenderly took the head in his mouth. He
rolled it around his tongue and Cane almost nutted right there in his
mouth. Cane stumbled as his right leg jerked from the overwhelming
stimulation. Again he felt a renewed sense of lust wash over him. He
backed into the doorway of one of the stalls as Kevin followed his
wagging dick, scooting forward on his knees. Cane yanked his underwear
down with one hand as Kevin helped him. Then with both hands he braced
himself by holding the side walls of the stall. Kevin looked hungrily at
Cane's dick sticking out at him. He drove Cane wild with anticipation as
he rubbed it all over his face taking small licks at it. Cane bucked his
hips and stabbed his cock into the air trying to force it down Kevin's
throat. Kevin playfully opened and closed his mouth just a hair's length
away, flicking his tongue.

"What's the matter? Scared of a REAL man's cock?", Cane taunted right
back, growing tired of the games.

Once again there was that damn emasculated feeling Kevin felt in the
presence of Cane. Kevin got off on the way Cane asserted his masculinity
over him. He swallowed hard and took a few inches of Cane's cock into
his mouth. A smile of pleasure and relief broke over Cane's face. He
readjusted his hands to hold on to the metal pole that ran horizontal
along the top of the row of stalls. In this position he could better
slide his cock in and out of Kevin's warm mouth. Kevin dutifully held
his head still letting Cane have at it, pumping his dick in a fury. Then
Kevin grabbed Cane's hips and took control by adding more suction on his
dick. Cane held his cock deep in Kevin's mouth near the back of his
throat. He gritted his teeth as he deliberately rammed his cock deeper
and deeper. His eyes bulged with rage.

"Choke on it! Faggot!", Cane grunted. He took a hand and pulled
Kevin's head onto his cock more.

Kevin's face was buried into Cane's pubes as he took the entire length.
Kevin hummed slightly as he savored the juicy piece of man meat. He
brought his head slowly off Cane's dick in one long unbroken slurp. He
looked up at Cane's astonished expression.

"No gag reflex, fucker!", Kevin's eyes gleamed with pride as he wiped
the excess spit from his chin.

Cane laughed approvingly, impressed with Kevin's moxie.

"You want some more?", Cane shook his cock in front of Kevin's face.

"Hell yeah...", Kevin said, as he resumed sucking long and lovingly.
"This shit is like candy. Mmmmmmmmm....". He lapped and sucked like a
kitten. "Candy Cane", he cooed.

The extra attention to his cock was driving Cane insane and he feared he
might shoot his load without ever sampling Kevin's slutty hole. He pried
his dick from Kevin's sucking lips and took a seat on toilet in the
stall. He spread his legs and flexed his fuckstick. Kevin, still on his
knees, crawled on all fours into the stall like an animal stalking its
prey. He crawled until his head was between Cane's legs. He licked his
cock as he rose slightly and they shared a hot sloppy kiss. Cane fed his
tongue into Kevin's mouth and it was sucked as expertly as was his cock.
Cane broke the kiss.

"Turn around!", Cane ordered pulling Kevin to his feet. "Bend over!
Let's see this ass!"

Kevin complied obediently, bending over and spreading his ass. Cane
inserted a few fingers and twisted causing Kevin to wince slightly in
pain. That feeling was replaced quickly with a soothing sticky wet
sensation. Kevin looked back to see that Cane was face deep in his
asshole. Kevin loved having his rosebud played with. Cane spit then
licked up and down the crack of Kevin's ass, stopping to wiggle his
tongue into Kevin's hole. Kevin had a small seizure as his body jerked
uncontrollably. Bent over in the stall, holding on to the sides for
balance, he moaned as Cane rimmed his ass.

"Uhhhhh! Fuck me, dude!", he groaned.

Jerking him by the hips, Cane showed no mercy as he hardened his torpedo
tongue and speared it in and out of Kevin's asshole. He reached around
to stroke Kevin's cock and by that time Kevin was screaming to be
fucked. Cane had just about had enough too and was ready to taste
Kevin's sweet boy pussy as it rode his thick boner. He turned Kevin
right side around and made him straddle his lap, their cocks pushing
against each other. Cane squeezed their cocks in his vice grip and jerked
them together. The friction and heat between them was incredible. Both
cocks were oozing pre-cum as they ached for release.

"You ready for a good fucking, mate! Yeah?", Cane whispered in Kevin's
ear. He nibbled on the earlobe as he stroked their cocks even harder.

Kevin began to grind his hips, fucking his cock in and out of Cane's
grip. He was more than ready. Cane freed their dicks and Kevin got up
from his lap. Cane spit on his hand and lathered his prick to ensure
Kevin got a smooth ride. Kevin turned his back to Cane and slowly sat on
the Aussie's fat fuck muscle. Even though this wasn't his first time,
Kevin still caught his breath as his hole stretched to accommodate
Cane's girth. Cane loved the way Kevin's pussy hole twitched to get his
big dick inside. Once he had taken all of him, there was a moment of
silence as Kevin relaxed and savored the feeling. He leaned back against
Cane and they exchanged tongues, swapping spit noisily.

Kevin was taken off guard as Cane started to rough fuck him. He broke the
kiss with Cane and stared deep into his eyes. Kevin loved it rough and
thought maybe Cane was his soulmate for giving it to him the way he
wanted it. The way he NEEDED it. Sweating, they moved in perfect rhythm
with Cane dicking Kevin deep as Kevin jockeyed expertly, bouncing and
swiveling his asshole on Cane's horse cock. They alternated between soft
and rough fucking. Kevin's eyes rolled back in his head as Cane split
his ass over and over again. Cane gripped Kevin's hips tight, driving
his dick deep into the velvety insides. He paused to catch his breath.
Kevin turned to look back at him briefly.

"C'mon! Fuck my ass!", he demanded, "Don't stop!".

Kevin assumed control. He braced his feet on the floor and began to fuck
his asshole up and down Cane's dick as Cane watched in amazement. Kevin
shouted obscenities to coax Cane back into action.

"C'mon you fuckin' pussy! Fuck my faggot ass!", he growled as he
reamed himself on Cane's throbbing dick. "Yeah, gimme that cock!"

Cane felt a second wind coming. He got up off the toilet seat and threw
Kevin to the floor face down. He mounted Kevin's ass, smothering him
underneath. With deep precision fucking Cane resumed his pummeling of
Kevin's ass hole. Kevin moaned with his mouth smashed against the
bathroom floor as he felt Cane re-enter him. He was in heaven feeling the
weight this large stud on top of him, fucking the shit out of him. Their
horny cries echoed off the bathroom walls.

"You like my cock up your dirty faggot ass?! Huh, boy?!, Cane snarled
lecherously as he pumped Kevin's butt into oblivion.

"Yeeeeeah! Fuck me!", Kevin begged. He reached back with his hands and
pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Harder!", he demanded.

 "Yeah, you fuckin' love my cock!", Cane yelled as he pounded deeper,
slapping against Kevin's ass. "Don't you?! Say you love this cock,
slut!", he humped furiously.

"OOOOoooo!!!!! I love it", Kevin shouted, "Shit yeah! Fuckin' feed
that cock to me! Yeeeaaaahhhhh!!". Kevin was in a dreamy state as Cane
hit his joy spot by his prostate. He whimpered like a kitten as he came
quietly on the bathroom floor with Cane steady fucking him like a pit
bull.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuckin' cream in your ass!", Cane threatened.

"Do it, dude! Yeah!", Kevin said coaxing Cane by squeezing his muscles
around his cock. "Shoot it deep!"

"FAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWK!", Cane yelled as he breeded Kevin's hot ass,
fucking loads of fresh aussie spunk into the slutty hole.

The room fell quiet, both men breathing deep as Cane still humped his
hard sticky cock in and out of Kevin's pussy hole slowly. When every
last cum drop had been deposited he got up off Kevin and sat on the
toilet seat and rested. He looked down at Kevin lying lifeless and
ravaged on the ground. He smiled at his work. Kevin was destroyed.

"Hell of a fuck, ay mate?", Cane bragged as he stroked his cum
slathered dick.


Kevin rolled over to his side to see Cane staring down at him like a king
on his throne, his cock glistening like a royal scepter. Kevin sat up on
his knees and crept closer to Cane.

"Thanks. You weren't half bad yourself", Kevin jeered.

Cane laughed and bent down to kiss Kevin on the lips. Taking notice of
the hard cock still dangling between Cane's legs, Kevin took hold of it
and began to lick the excess cum off. Cane folded his hands behind his
head and leaned back against the wall.


If not for their horny cries of passion then both men would have heard
the repeated knocks on the doors out front a few minutes earlier. The
persistent patron was none other than Professor Adrian Korbel. He was a
stickler for schedule and routine, so the coffee shop being closed
unexpectedly irritated him to no end. Dying to feed his caffeine
addiction he decided to head over to the lounge of the Genoa City
Athletic Club instead.


Korbel entered the bustling lobby of the GCAC. Brunch was ending and the
lunch hour crowd was starting to file in. He took a seat in the dining
area and took out a few term papers to grade as he waited for the
waitress.  Within eyesight of the bar he couldn't help but notice the
spiked blonde hair and cocksure strut of JT Hellstrom as he sailed in.
Korbel tried to go back to his reading but couldn't keep his eyes off JT
as he took a seat at the bar. He watched as JT ordered a beer. Korbel
looked at his watch. Eleven forty-five. He shook his head in disapproval.
As if on cue JT swiveled around in his stool and surveyed the lounge
happenings and locked eyes with Professor Korbel. The two men were
natural rivals. JT the rebel, the recluse. And Korbel, the prim pompous
know-it-all who'd stolen his girl.

JT raised his beer glass in a mock toast to the Professor. Korbel gave a
stiff smile and nodded graciously. He went back to grading papers. JT's
pride was still on the mend after losing his girlfriend to the Professor.
He was still aimless in life and didn't really know what his next move
would be, and so he found himself getting drunk daily. After a few beers
he decided it might be fun to go fuck with Korbel's head. He hopped off
the stool and made his way to Korbel's table.

The Professor looked up from sipping his coffee to see JT's sinewy,
v-tapered frame walking toward him. Even in his disdain for the kid
Korbel, being a lover of great European art, had to appreciate the
fantastic Aryan beauty of JT's body. He was six feet one inch of taut
musculature; wrapped in smooth alabaster skin, thin pink lips, deep blue
eyes and a tussle of wild blonde hair. Korbel bit the tip of the pen
he'd been writing with as watched JT make his way over.

"So Professor, sleep with any new students today?", JT said as he
flopped down in the chair opposite Korbel, brew in hand.

"Ah, TJ! I see you're still as bitter as ever", Korbel still enjoyed
flubbing his name on purpose. "Isn't it a little early to be getting
sauced?"

JT took a big gulp of his beer, a few drops spilling out the sides of his
mouth. He wiped his chin of the excess beer and belched loudly.
"Aaaahhh!", he sighed with a tight-lipped smile on his face.

"Great. That's real intelligent", Korbel chided.

"You smug son of a bitch. One of these days I'm gonna pay you back for
what you did to me", JT threatened.

Korbel noticed as JT's anger caused his nipples to harden through his
tight green t-shirt. They stood atop two fleshy mounds of smooth hard
hairless pecs. As JT moved in his seat Korbel could easily make out the
outline of his chest underneath.

"Is that so?", Korbel said in his trademark smug fashion. "Well, I
don't recall ever forcing your girlfriend into bed with me. She was a
willing participant".

"Gimme a fuckin break! You practically ripped her fuckin' panties off
and raped her", JT blurted out, causing a few heads to turn.

"Well, whatever I did, it seems like she's loving my dick now", Korbel
responded, showing he could be just as crass.

JT laughed his brilliant cocky laugh, scratching the three-day-old
stubble on his chin. Something about Korbel got under his skin but still
he couldn't entirely hate the guy. There was something lovable and
endearing in the fact that no matter how smart Korbel was, he was at
heart a badass. In his own way, JT thought.

"Alright Professor, you might be the man in the bedroom, but you're
still a pussy on the court", JT decided to attack where he knew he'd
win. Basketball.


Korbel put down his pen and folded his hands on the table. "Is that a
challenge? Son!", he smiled, his gray-green eyes glinting in the light.

"Anytime, anywhere. I got my gear in the car right now", JT said. He
was aching for a chance to wipe the smug look off Korbel's face.

Korbel nodded, "It's on my friend. Meet you outside in 5 minutes".

JT downed the rest of his beer and pounded the glass on the table. Korbel
responded in kind by doing the same with his coffee. JT snickered at the
gestured and got up to go change for their game. As he walked away,
Korbel let his eyes linger again on the younger man's body. He watched
JT's tight t-shirt and jean clad ass slink away on those stilts he
called legs. He looked forward to seeing JT dressed in less on the court.

Korbel hurried to go change in one of the Athletic Club locker rooms and
meet JT on the basketball court outside. He moved faster then he thought
because when he went outside to meet JT he found the court empty. His
heart sank. Was this a cruel joke? Had JT stood him up?

"You ready to get your ass kicked, Professor?", Korbel heard JT's
voice coming from behind him.

He turned and saw JT coming from the far entrance to the court. Korbel
suddenly felt flushed with a sudden fever as he watched JT move. The stud
was dressed in a baby blue sleeveless jersey top that showed of his
fucking killer guns, and matching mesh basketball shorts showcasing a
tantalizing bulge. The sun glistened of his body as he did a few tricks
with his basketball, showboating. Korbel was stunned, hypnotized by this
golden boy. Suddenly basketball was the furthest thing from his mind.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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