Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 19:50:38 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Young and Restless Men 15

This fictitious story, based upon a popular daytime drama, contains graphic
sexual content meant solely for a mature audience.  The original characters
are the property of CPT Holdings.  Copyright is maintained by the author.

copyright (c) JRoyale 2002



The hunky stud was sprawled face down on the comfortable mattress, head
cocked to one side while he slept.  His nicely muscled arms came out across
the crisp white sheet, bent at the elbow and angled in so that his hands
were tucked under the fluffy pillows he rested upon.  The eagle tattoo
etched across his upper back appeared to be at full wing span and ready to
take flight.  One of his finely shaped legs was cocked so that the knee was
nearly horizontal with his trim waist line, while the other remained long,
the foot hidden in the tangle of bed coverings carelessly pushed to the
base of the bed.  A pair of white briefs was all that covered his beautiful
nakedness, the cotton material wedged far up into his deep cleft,
accentuating the rounded firmness of high, tight glutes.

Nicholas Newman held his breath as he ogled the sleeping beauty, big hand
reflexively going to his groin and squeezing his nice package.  His tongue
darted out and glided tastily along full, bee-stung lips as his smoldering
eyes became glazed with lust.  For Nicholas it seemed as though the room
had suddenly become a balmy one hundred and twenty degrees and the inside
of his pants a tropical paradise.  With just a few short steps he could be
bedside, Nicholas theorized, enjoying the hot stud's body from up close.
If the handsome, dark-haired drifter were in deep sleep, he might be able
to glide those briefs down and expose the curvaceous pink butt-melons.
Might even, in fact, have the opportunity to run a thick middle finger
through the guy's steamy ass trench and find his wrinkled button.
Nicholas' cock was standing at full attention as he fantasized lowering his
face to the humpy hunk's love canal and slurping at his pungent sink hole.

Or, he reasoned, the safer scenario would be to idle up to the sleeping
stud, haul out his raging ten-incher and pound his meat while drinking in
every millimeter of hot male flesh stretched out in front of him.  After
shooting propulsive plumes of jism all over the stud he would make a hasty
retreat, leaving poor Diego to awaken in the morning wondering about the
crusty dried residue all over his muscular body.

Handsome mid-twenties Nicholas, potential heir to the vast Newman family
fortune, had been toiling away all day in his plush office at Newman
Enterprises and then served double duty down at the trendy coffee shop he
owned in the heart of the city.  It was a nice little side business --
something he could call his own -- which had attracted a fairly regular
clientele.  All the students from the nearby Walnut Grove Academy treated
Crimson Lights like their home away from home, while the contrasting jet
setters of town, notably queen bee Katherine Chancellor and the cosmetic
giant Abbott family also appeared at the bistro from time to time.  The
venture had proven to be so successful that Nicholas expanded his business
into another city, with plans for yet a third in his steadily increasing
coffee house chain.

Big daddy Victor Newman was none too pleased with his son's initial
investment, but even he had to admit that his son's side business appeared
solid -- due in no small part, he was sure, to the hands-on assistance of
Nicholas' pretty wife, Sharon.  Old Victor had known from early on that out
of his two children, daughter Victoria was the more business minded.  Left
to his own devices, uncentered Nicholas would drive Newman's company into
the ground in no time.  Were it not for his good looks and the Newman name,
Nicholas would never be in the position of young, hip executive.  Victor
gave his only son accounts where he could easily perform without too much
of a safety net, while old Vic kept a watchful eye over anything more
complex and dangerous for the bubble brain to toy with.  Wife Sharon was
the real brains behind the coffee house success, just as Victoria served to
keep her brother afloat at Newman Enterprises -- the simple fact of which
the young hunk was too naive to even realize.  Not that he was without any
real talent.  Nicholas had been a trophy-winning high school and college
sports jock.  The only difference now is that he was a sports jock
executive, fumbling daily with his obligatory business man's tie.

Nicholas had other, more pleasurable, talents as papa Victor had come to
know in the past few years.  His son was an insatiable slut, that much was
for sure, and he had a cock nearly as big as Victor's gargantuan twelve
inches.  Nicholas wasn't particular, either, about the gender of whomever
happened to make his big dick hard.  All he cared about was a good hard
fuck -- one way or the other.  And the blue-eyed beauty with the
close-cropped chestnut hair was damned good at whichever sexual role he
played.

Nicholas had known the masterful art of male bonding from the young age of
twelve, secretly tutored by the family's trusted, distinguished Mexican
butler Miguel Rodriguez.  He'd had a series of discreet dalliances all
through high school and college, but it wasn't until Nicholas caught his
father buggering hunky, supposedly loathed business competitor Brad Carlton
in his basement dungeon, that Nicholas' libidous horizons expanded
considerably.  Hunky Nicholas, not-so-stupid-after-all, videotaped their
depraved encounter and (being such an enterprising lad) attempted to
blackmail Carlton with the damning evidence.  His reward: a deep-throated
blow job from the darkly Mediterranean GQ-cover-material Bradley.  A broad
grin spread across Nicholas' face as he recalled how the tables had been so
pleasantly turned when daddy Victor appeared in Carlton's masculine den and
treated his only son to a gutful of massive Newman cock.  From that moment
on, both father and son developed a new, more relaxed understanding and
settled their differences in the bedroom ... or the boardroom ... or the
private company jet ... or in the back of Victor's sleek limousine ...

When he wanted to explore darker territories there was always that sleazy,
muscled ex-convict Larry Warton.  Larry had been his taunting cell mate
when Nicholas briefly served time in prison (a haven for extra-hot cock) on
a trumped up charge, but Nick stubbornly refused to give his delectable ass
up to this particular tattooed convict.  It wasn't until much later, on the
other side of the cell bars, that Nick discovered how good of a cockmaster
Larry Warton really was.  The beady-eyed greaser with his "soul patch" and
pumped-up biceps was rough, raunchy and sleazy --- the exact qualities
which ultimately drove lusty Nick to throw himself across Warton's seedy
hotel room bed with legs raised toward the stained ceiling.  Larry had used
a little blackmail of his own to lure sexy Nicky into his lair, but once
the rich boy got a taste of his cock --- and funky asshole --- there was no
stopping the crazed Newman cockfucker.  Ultimately Larry became something
of an anti-hero, rescuing both Nick and toilet tramp Cody Dixon from the
evil clutches of Carter Mills, aka Matt Clark, who was enacting his own
sexual revenge upon young Newman.  Nicholas owed Warton dearly for his
intervention --- and he'd been pleasurably paying the debt ever since.

Sexed up most of the evening at the coffee house thinking about his hot,
extramarital fucks, Nicholas nearly excused himself to the back office so
he could relieve some of the pressure in his nutsac.  He refrained,
thinking instead of how he would pound his pretty wife's perfumed pussy
after closing time while images of Victor, Brad and his sexy big-cocked
father danced behind his closed, long-lashed eyelids.  He hadn't counted on
Sharon's menstrual cramps or complete lack of interest in his manly needs.
Frustrated, Nicholas stalked off like a wounded pup in the direction of the
main house, ultimately winding up out at the stables --- and the tack room
inhabited by Diego Gutierrez --- by detour.

The mysterious Cuban hunk of manflesh had wandered into town several months
before, securing temporary employment at Crimson Lights.  Nicholas took an
instant liking to the secretive, handsome stud and even managed to arrange
for more permanent digs out at the Newman ranch and a position on the staff
as groom to papa Victor's prized stallions.  Apparently Diego had a
strained relationship with his family, although the dark haired man seemed
to have a close bond with his teenaged younger brother.  When family ties
became irreparably strained once again, Diego made noise about skipping
town for good.  It was Nicholas who convinced Diego to remain and make a
life for himself in his home town.  Nicholas was Diego's biggest champion.
In fact, not an evening went by that Nicholas didn't discuss the hunky
nomad with his wife.  If Sharon hadn't been so wrapped up in her own guilty
attraction to the drifter she might take pause and question Nick's gushing
affectation for the guy.

Nicholas had planned on a little man talk when he went down to the stables.
He hadn't expected to find the object of his desires stretched out asleep
and nearly nude across the bed, further adding to Nick's mounting sexual
frustration.  His eyes swept over the tightly muscled curves of Diego's
smooth, masculine body one more time before silently backing out of the
room and into the night.

At the sound of the soft click as the door was closed, Diego's eyelids
fluttered open and glanced at the spot where young Newman had been
standing, ogling him.  An amused smile broke across his handsome, shadowed
face.

* * * * * * * *

Strolling along the dimly lit path to the main house, Nicholas' frustrated
hard on was burning through the front of his pants and staining his boxers
with leaking pre-cum.  He could have hauled out his mammoth one-eyed
monster and beat off anywhere along the trail, but Nicholas needed more
than a simple hand job to satisfy his aching desires.  If his father wasn't
away on one of his business trips, virile Victor would have thrown his son
a hard fuck guaranteed to keep him satiated for at least the better part of
the week.  And his old reliable stand-by Miguel, the horny butler, was away
on holiday visiting family near the Texas border.  Nick's thick, hooded
brows were knitted in a frown as he chewed his lush lower lip, trying to
figure a way he could get laid tonight.  Of course, Nicholas knew with his
good looks, hard body and fat ten inches of love muscle he could pretty
much get anything he wanted if he didn't have to be so damned discreet.
But there was the high profile Newman name to think of --- not to mention
the simple fact that he was also a married man with two children!

And then it came to him: the one person who was certain to help Nicholas
out of his ball-scorching dilemma.  Plucking the cell phone from a deep
pocket, Nicholas dialed the number and waited.  He silently cursed when
there was no reply.  With a small, but faltering, glimmer of hope he tried
the cell number of his would-be savior.  After three eternally long rings,
they were connected.

"Cody, it's Nick!" he practically shouted into the wireless phone.

"Hey Nick," the sexy-voiced coffee house manager greeted.  "Anything wrong
down at Crimson Lights?"

"No .... no, man.  Everything's cool there," he explained.  "It's me, Code.
I'm hot as a firecracker on the fourth of July and ready to explode.  Can
we get together, buddy?"

There was playful amusement in Cody's tone.  "I'd like nothing better than
to work on that big Newman cock of yours, but I'm in my car right now
headed toward one of my favorite haunts."

"Awwwww, man!"  Nicholas sighed his exasperation, unconsciously squeezing
the massive bulge beneath the material of his slacks.

"Tell you what, boss," Cody piped up.  "I'm about five minutes form your
place.  Why don't I swing by and pick you up.  The place I'm headed to ---
you're guaranteed to get your share of hot cock!"

"Sounds great, Code!  Sure thing!  I'll start walkin' down the main drive
now and meet you.  Thanks a lot, dude!"  He gave his cock a victorious tug
as he clicked off the call and eagerly headed in the direction of the long
paved roadway leading off the ranch.

Cody's blue eyes were sparkling mischievously as he pressed the digits in
his cell to make another call.  It rang for quite some time before a
groggy, macho voice answered.

"Hey, stud, you up for a little party? ... you, me and Nick Newman
... that's right, big boy, you heard me correctly ... Nick Newman ... he's
got a cock thirst ... out at the rest stop ... yeah, you know which one
... cool ... later ..."

Tossing the phone into the cluttered caddy, Cody ran a hand through his
silky dark-blond hair and squeezed his crotch.  This night was turning out
quite well --- and Nick Newman was about to get an unexpected, but highly
pleasurable, surprise.

* * * * * * * *

They pulled off the main highway and parked in one of the many vacant
spaces in the nearly-deserted, poorly neglected lot, taking notice of the
two eighteen wheelers parked up on an overgrown knoll alongside the small
brick building which served as a motorist's latrine.  It was an older
building; Nick remembered it being there when he was a mere child.  With
the advent of full service stations where travelers could gas up, enjoy a
fast food meal and utilize clean rest rooms, this relic was seldom used and
rarely maintained any more.  Mostly road weary truckers used the area as an
overnight park-and-sleep with the necessary facilities for a quick shit and
shave in the morning before they moved on.  Certainly not the best
accommodations, but it worked in a pinch.

"I just found this one a few weeks ago," Cody remarked in a hushed tone as
he removed his keys from the ignition.  "Used to go to one that was almost
an hour out of town, but this is much closer."

Nick was puzzled.  "I don't understand, Cody.  This is a run-down
traveler's toilet.  What are we doing here?"

Cody smiled, his dimples deepening and eyes sparkling like moonlight on
water.  "Come on," he said, stepping out of the car.  "You'll see."

They walked up the broken sidewalk, it's many cracks sprouting abundant
weed growth.  Nearer to the building, they veered off to the right side as
the weathered "Mens" sign indicated with a faded arrow.  The door was ajar,
its rusted hinges refusing to allow any closure.  Nicholas could detect
light from the confines of the seedy old building and was curious as to how
the lot could have fallen into such neglect and yet the lighting fixtures
were still functional.  Cody was the first to pass through the doorway,
turning toward Nick and bringing his index finger to his lips, admonishing
the other man into silence.  Nick frowned, uncomprehending the reasons for
all this secrecy, but nodded his agreement.  Stepping out of the night, he
entered the building.

A ceiling to floor tiled wall acted as a sight buffer in front of them.
Rounding the corner of the wall, they were instantly in the heart of the
men's bathroom.  The heavy scent of urine instantly assailed Nick's
nostrils, causing him to scrunch up his face in displeasure.  Cody, on the
other hand, inhaled deeply of the familiar male scents, seemingly achieving
some type of euphoric "high" from the overpowering odor.

It was your typical road bathroom.  A row of porcelain sinks ran half the
length of one wall, each with a flat mirror attached to the wall above it.
The once-white porcelain was now badly stained with dingy yellow water
marks and grime.  At least two of the sinks had a steady drip from their
rusted faucets and the one on the far end appeared to be separating from
the wall.  The mirrors above them were cracked and coated with a film of
tobacco, dust and dirt.  The center one looked as if it had been punched
dead center, sending out a starring effect of shattered glass, shards of
which fell into the basin below it.  Directly across from the sinks was a
bank of urinals, the type that reached to the floor.  They appeared to be
in sadder shape than the sinks; filthy and abused, their bases were dark
with a combination of black mold and deep yellow piss.  Several of the
drains were obstructed with cigarette butts and other debris, resulting in
the fetid urine collecting in the bottom of the urinal close to spilling
out across the grimy floor tiling.  A single garbage can was overflowing
with years of unattended debris and the lone paper towel dispenser looked
as though it had been forced open, absent of any wipes.

Along the third wall, directly across from the entrance, were three toilet
stalls.  Miraculously, all were still shielded by three-quarter doors, the
one to the left precariously swinging by one hinge.  Graffiti littered
every surface, probably mastered by some local teen-age artists.  Most of
the crude caricatures and writings had the flavor of cock or pussy attached
to them.  Nicholas looked upon the place with utter disdain, wondering why
in the world Cody should think of bringing him to such a grotesque place
--- in fact, how could this possibly be one of Cody's "favorite haunts"?

Cody suddenly crouched down and peered through the calf-high space at the
bottom of the three doors.  Rising and calling Nicholas to attention with a
backhanded slap across the chest, Cody pushed open the center door and
beckoned the Newman heir in.  Noticing the confusion etched across Nick's
heavily Nordic features, Cody whispered, "Nobody here yet!  But don't worry
--- they saw us come in!"

"Who?" Nick pressed, both annoyed and puzzled by the entire situation.
Here he'd thought Cody had invited him out for some mutual cocksucking and
somehow they winded up in some wayside piss hole.

Growing slightly bored with the hunky bimbo's naievity, Cody rolled his
blue eyes.  "Do I need to spell it out for you?  The truckers, of course!"
Before Nick could raise any more questions, Cody pulled him into the tiny
cubicle and bolted the door tightly behind them.

There wasn't a whole lot of space left inside the stall, occupied now by
the two hunky studs and one abused toilet bowl.  Like everything else in
the latrine, it was coated with several years worth of grime, had a black
ring around its interior and was filled with deep-yellow piss.  Scrunching
up his nose, Nicholas flipped the lid in place with the toe of his shoe,
the resultant bang echoing loudly in the abandoned building.  Cody gave him
an annoyed look before returning to his post, peering through the thin
space of the door.  Nicholas' widened saucers scanned the vile filth
written all over the walls freely advertising everything from oral sex to
penis sizes --- some even boldly including telephone numbers!  There were
those who'd attempted graphics, crudely etching big penises going into
hairy vaginas or valentine-shaped, thick-lipped mouths.  Nick's heavily
lashed eyes flared open wider when he noticed for the first time the
crotch-high hole punched out of the partitioning with the big, bold
lettering spelling out "BLOW ME" directly above.  Curiously glancing over
to the opposite wall, he saw that there was an identical opening --- only
the arrow pointing down to this one bore the advertisement "SUCK THIS!"

Nicholas was just about to suggest to Cody that they make a hasty retreat
when he heard the sounds of foreign feet shuffling into the den of piss.
For some inexplicable reason Nicholas found himself terrified by the
thought of company while Cody, on the other hand, appeared elated and was
literally oozing pheromones from his every pore.

Nicholas held his breath as he heard someone enter each of the adjoining
stalls, the broken door of one making a screeching racket.  His ears
twitched, detecting the sounds of zippers being undone and the rustling of
clothing.  He could see heavy workmen's boots moving around under one wall
as the anonymous man positioned himself against the separating partition.
Although his better judgment told him to dash out of the place, Nicholas
remained stiffly rooted to the spot.  Besides, Cody was blocking the way.

His eyes widened even larger when a big, vein-engorged slab of chocolate
man meat tumbled through the opening nearest Cody!  Instantly, Cody was on
his knees and running his wet, pink tongue along the thick,
foreskin-covered tool.

Something brushed against Nicholas' hand, which was hanging limply at his
side.  Instinctively he recoiled and glanced down to see another fat
cocktube, this one a deep shade of pink, pressing its way through the hole
behind him.  Cody saw it, too --- busy as he was chewing on abundant mocha
foreskin --- and motioned for Nick to attend to the other cock.  Swallowing
hard, Nicholas shook his head from side to side with a look of worry on his
handsome face and stepped back.  Now straddling the toilet bowl, he watched
with throbbing cock as Cody's fist encircled the lonely schlong.  Coming
off the foreskinned fucker for a brief moment, he spat a mouthful of
cock-saliva onto the white guy's dong and started aggressively working it
in his sweaty palm before renewing a steamy tongue bath to the uncut,
fleshy head of the black stud.

Despite his reluctance to join the lewd festivities, Nicholas was
completely aroused.  He'd been horny for so long without release and this
hot sex scene, of which he dared not participate, was being enacted right
in front of him!  Losing momentary self-control, Nick flipped open his
slacks and hauled out his hard-as marble, bulging ten inch monster.  His
big angry prick pulsed wildly, its roadmap of heavy veins throbbing just
beneath the smooth surface.  His huge mushroomed head burned purple, cock
lips yawning open to emit droplets of clear pre-cum.  Cody reached behind
himself to grasp Nick's rod in an under handed grip and started working him
as diligently as the white trucker.

Typical Cody, Nick fleetingly thought, taking care of all the dicks in the
house (although, of course, he knew Cody had intended he join him on the
dirty, piss-coated floor).  Cody gave up his lip lock on the first cock to
concentrate on the now fully erect seven-or-so inches of the dude
protruding through the opposite wall.  In his revolution, the hand which
had been jerking Nicholas' staff was now slipping heavy black foreskin back
and forth over a jack-in-the-box glans while the hand which had brought
trucker #2 to life was massaging Nicholas' leaking cockhead.  Nicholas
watched in awe as Cody's lips pouched out and swallowed the guy right down
to the dense hairy root.  There came a deeply satisfied groan from the
other side of the thin partitioning, and Nicholas thought he detected the
flicker of a smile from the corners of Cody's cock-stuffed lips.

Without losing a beat, Cody somehow flipped his jersey up over his head so
that it rested across the back of his shoulders and effectively bared his
smooth torso and perky nipples.  Nicholas managed to take hold of one juicy
bud and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, causing cute Cody to
moan around the cock in his mouth.  In a flash the coffee house slut had
his khakis on the floor around his ankles, big hard cock arced up toward
his flat belly and bobbing excitedly.  Appreciatively, he turned to Nick
and gorged his face with thick Newman cock.  Nick's smoky eyes rolled back
in his head --- the sweet cocksucker was that good!

Cody expertly deep throated him, lovingly swallowing all ten fat inches and
setting the society boy's balls to boiling.  His velvety wet lips glided
along every sensitive inch of Nicholas' gigantic cock as he buried it deep
in his handsome face.  Steely blue eyes cast upward to appreciatively gaze
at his boss each time he unloaded his throat, pleased by Nicholas' every
impressed reaction.  He brought the rich stud almost to the brink of orgasm
before deftly moving on to stuff his throat with massive black cock shaft
to his right.

Cody moved from one blood-engorged cock to the next, like some sort of
lazy-sucking-susan, not seeming to mind at all that he'd been elected to
take care of all the horny cock in the house.  He flawlessly sucked each
huge organ to the brink of orgasm while manhandling the others, careful not
to let anyone cum too soon lest his fun be prematurely spoiled.  Lewd
slurping sounds, combined with testosterone-filled grunts and groans,
reverberated throughout the long-neglected building --- virtually drowning
out the persistant dripping of the leaky sink faucet.

The white trucker with the maddeningly purple pecker was the first of the
trio to blow his load.  The guy's big fat fingers grasped the top of the
separating partition, which trembled as he thrust his beefy body up against
it.  With a long, deep gravelly growl he began spewing his abundant male
seed.  Cody jerked the big dicked fucker through his orgasm, his athletic
body angled so that the steamy cum splashed him square on the chest and
oozed down his torso to collect in the nicely manicured pubic hair
surrounding his own throbbing cock.  The guy had barely finished unloading
his nuts when contestant number two, the uncut black behemoth, let loose
with his load.  Cody caught the first surge directly on his cute face as he
scooted up closer to the eruptions, allowing all that fine, tasty jizz to
join the other stud's load and effectively whitewash his entire torso.  He
furiously fisted the fat log until the last drop had been drained, then
leaned in to wash the wet, foreskinned head with a greedy, salivating
tongue.

Witnessing Cody's cumbath shifted Nicholas' well-oiled gears into
overdrive.  Detecting the tell tale signs of a man at ball's end, Cody
latched his lips around Nicholas' handsome flanged head and sucked for all
he was worth.  Nicholas began panting heavily as pleasant sensations
overwhelmed his heaving, macho body.  Cody's succulent mouth was working on
every one of his sensitive nerve endings, edging him closer and closer to a
rollicking climax.  When the hot cum finally burst from his loose cannon,
Cody stubbornly refused to give up his lusty lip lock, sucking and
swallowing every drop of the society stud's spent semen.

Both were far too occupied to hear the two truckers unloading their bloated
bladders into the putrid toilet bowls before zipping up and departing the
nasty public john, pleasantly satiated for the night.  Nor did they hear, a
short time later, the arrival of a new visitor slipping unnoticed into one
of the previously occupied stalls.  Cody was the first to detect the
familiar fleshpole poking its way through the opening nearest Nick.
Smiling mischievously, he nodded Nicholas' attention to the handsome,
half-erect cock and sat back on the pissy floor wedged into a corner with
legs sprawled out before him and angry, neglected cock in hand ... waiting
for the show to begin.

The hefty prick and two plump balls falling through the makeshift hole in
the wall made for magnificent, mouthwatering viewing.  Spellbound, the
coffee house studs watched the handsome slab of beef fill out to its full
size.  Nicholas calculated between eight to nine inches of thick, suckable
man meat curving up at a delectable angle from a dense nest of darkly
exotic pubes.  When it reached full potential the musky staff began to
throb maddeningly, a network of thick veins pulsating with desire.  The
gorgeous shaft appeared dark cinnamon in coloring, leading Nicholas to
surmise the stud was of hot blooded Latin descent.  Cody was slowly
stroking his own piece, carefully watching Nicholas admire the blatant
offering --- certain the Newman hunk would fall to his knees at any moment
and worship the inviting treat with his thick lipped love trap.

As a clear drop of pre-cum teared from the fleshy piss hole, Nicholas
reached out and cupped the low-hanging ball sac in his hand.  The handsome,
jutting prick bobbed appreciatively as Nicholas massaged the weighty sac
with his sweaty fingers.  It was one of the most perfect pieces of man meat
he'd ever seen, Nicholas thought, as he wrapped his other fist around the
hairy root of the straining shaft.  The Newman stud became instantly
breathless --- and his tender ass lips fluttered excitedly --- when his
thick fingers failed to meet around the sizeable weapon.  As ropes of lusty
drool dripped from his succulent lower lip and coated the massive shaft
with slick saliva, Nicholas began to slowly move his hand up and down the
long macho rod.  Each time he neared the fat mushroomed cap, Nicholas
squeezed his fist more tightly around the bloated meat, turning the head an
angry shade of purple and forcing another wave of clear pre-cum to bubble
up out of the deep piss slit.  With legs anchored slightly more than
shoulder-width apart he leaned forward so that the top of his head rested
against the wall, looking down at the majestic cock he was now working with
both hands.  His rapidly beating heart was in his throat as, hand over
hand, he milked the prominent prong.

All at once the foul, overpowering odor of the pubic toilet became
intoxicatingly arousing as Nick reveled in anonymously manhandling the
stranger's spectacular appendage.  With the protective wall separating them
his public identity was preserved and he could safely play the part of
wanton cockhound with minimal fear of exposure.  He'd been so horned up,
even before coming to this place, that there was no sealing the dam of lust
bursting through every raw nerve of his being.  His own hugely impressive
piece was standing up bone hard and dripping man sweat mixed with pre-cum.
Flexing his loins slightly forward, Nicholas pressed his pulsing meat
against the other stud's hot organ and was rewarded with a deep, masculine
sigh.  Whether it originated from the Latino or came from his own lips ---
or, even, was a reaction of them both --- Nicholas wasn't entirely certain.

Cupping both dueling dicks tightly together between his grasping hands,
Nicholas began to move his hips, effectively riding his manhood over the
thick vein of the other.  A combined steady flow of pre-cum dribbled down
between the straining shafts, making for a nicely slick dick fuck.  Intense
satisfying heat radiated from one giant throbber to the other, causing them
to pulse and frantically fuck Nicholas's hand hold.  Cody's lips were
smacking together and his swollen tongue was hanging out like a thirsty dog
as he watched the hot action from his vantage point on the cold, dirty tile
floor.  The mere sight of Nicholas' tight, dimpled ass cheeks flexing each
time he thrust up against the other cock was enough to make Cody want to
slide his face up between those taut melons and feast on Newman hole.  And,
once the action really got going, he was certain he would eagerly lend a
helping hand ... or mouth ...

"Suck my dick, dude," came the throaty whisper from the other side of the
wall.  Frowning quizzically, Nicholas hesitated --- if only for a few
seconds --- certain he detected something familiar in the inflection of the
invitingly masculine voice.  But the hot joint rising upward from the
"glory hole" like some sort of sexual rocket set for takeoff was far too
tempting an invitation.  Hunky Nicholas fell to his knees in the seedy
cubicle with pants bunched around his ankles behind him.  His ten curved
inches proudly protruded through the space at the bottom of the partition,
excitedly bobbing between the strong hairy calves of the other man and
leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor.  The big-dicked stud
stepped back from the wall, his handsome dick partially retracting through
the cut-out hole as he admired the super huge Newman dong.

"Nice one," he muttered before once again pressing his groin firmly against
the wall, his steamy goodies fully exposed for Nicholas' inspection.  "Now
give me some head!"

Nicholas' lusty tongue rolled out and glided over the head of the big cock,
thirstily lapping up all of the tasty pre-cum.  The blunt tip of his mouth
muscle stabbed between the fleshy folds of the guy's deep piss hole,
coaxing even more thick, salty love juice to coat his taste buds.  His
tongue swirled around the entire rim of the fat, perfect mushroom and
teased the gathering of sensitive nerves on the underside.  The big weapon
seemed to pulse even stronger as he administered a sizzling hot tongue
massage to the bulbous cap.  Hearing the deep groan of blissful
satisfaction from the other side of the wall, Nicholas slipped his full,
bee-stung lips around the entire head and started slurping away as if it
was his favorite flavor of lollipop.  Both of his heavily tendoned hands
reached down to take hold of his own stiff member and jerk himself while he
sucked on one of the best looking cocks he'd ever encountered.

Cody was in serious heat himself, writhing about on the floor while he
pounded away on his own pud.  Nicholas Newman was one heck of a gorgeous
cocksucker.  Watching him in action was almost as good as being the
recipient of his hot mouth --- almost.  Not one to be left out of the
sexual loop for long, Cody decided it was high time he got a piece of the
action.  Lying on his back on the piss-stained tile floor, Cody scooted up
under his boss' haunches.  Propping himself up on both elbows, Cody lifted
his face directly into Nicholas' deep ass trench and set to work eating out
the stud's hot hole.  Nicholas' ditch was nice and sweaty, just the way
Cody liked for a man to be, and his hairy hole yielded nicely to Cody's
probing tongue.  Before long he had worked himself deep inside the hot,
grasping bung hole and was lewdly lapping at the handsome hunk's steamy
insides.

Nicholas' full, succulent lips pooched out around the meaty shaft like a
fish out of water time and again, gobbling up well over half the stud's
length with his warm, cock-hungry mouth.  Swirling his tongue around the
thick tube buried in his face hole, Nicholas felt the fat, spongy head
prodding at the entrance to his deep throat.  He grunted, gulped and,
fighting the natural gag reflex, swallowed even more tasty prick.  Allowing
the leaking knob to burn in his throat for a few moments, Nicholas slowly
pulled back.  Inch after glistening inch of saliva-drenched man meat glided
out over his wet lips until the thickly flanged rim of the proud cock head
plugged his mouth.  He swallowed again --- deeper this time --- the awesome
thickness of the huge cock distending his jaws and causing the heavy veins
in his neck to bulge obscenely as his throat was stretched impossibly wide.
He didn't stop until he'd managed to take the entire cock down his throat.
Widened eyes teared and his nostrils, buried in the stud's pubic bush,
flared as his lips wrapped around the hairy root, holding the prime cut of
beef in place.

The dude on the other side of the partition gave a loud, appreciative groan
and started pumping his hips against the wall, fucking Nicholas' throat
with nearly nine inches of randy prick.  Nicholas let go of his beating
cock and pressed his hands flat against the partition to either side of him
for stability as his face was forcefully ravaged.  Thick ropes of drool
leaked from the corners of his mouth.  He sucked on that battering cock
with an eager relish while cute Cody's slithering tongue danced around
inside his gaping asshole.

They were so enthralled with their libidous pleasures that none of the
fornicating fuckers heard the heavy booted footfalls of another road-weary
traveler entering the raunchy piss den.  Hearing their slurps, grunts and
groans, the newcomer sized up the situation immediately and, with growing
bulge, slipped into the one empty cubicle and squatted down to peer under
the wall.  Cody barely had time to react when strong hands suddenly grasped
him by the ankles and roughly dragged him across the floor and under the
separating partition.  Busy as he was with the big, tasty dick spearing his
throat, Nicholas hardly noticed that Cody had forcibly abandoned chewing
out his quivering asshole.

Cody managed to get himself up to a halfway seated position on the cold,
dirty floor and took a look at his would-be abductor, who had hurriedly
stripped off a worn flannel shirt and was fumbling with the zipper of his
baggy, faded jeans.  This new trucker was a burly bear type with a thick
mass of curly, unkempt hair billowing out from under his cap, a full beard
and mustache in bad need of a trim and the look of crazed lust in his madly
twinkling eyes.  A thick mat of dark hair covered his big, barreled chest
and protruding belly, and even washed up over his thick arms and sloped
shoulders.  When he dropped his jeans and soiled boxers, Cody fell
instantly in love.  His dripping cock wasn't exceptionally big, but the
motherfucker was nearly as fat around as a grown man's wrist!  Cody shot up
on his knees, wrapped his arms around the trucker's hips and buried his
face in the stud's hairy crotch.

With his face pressed firmly against the partition, Nicholas' widely
stretched lips were framed around the crude oval opening.  The outrageous
fucker raping his gaping mouth was drooling even more ball spunk, making
Nicholas' throat even slicker for the heavy pounding it was taking.  At
times the Newman stud thought he would surely suffocate on that bludgeoning
prick.  He sucked and swallowed the man-sized dick, his tongue constantly
running over the thick vein on the underside of the meaty boner.  It
suddenly seemed to him that that already-huge dick was swelling even larger
--- a sure sign that the well-hung dude was about to blow his load clear
down Nicholas' vacuum of a throat.  Nick began sucking even more
forcefully, anxious to milk a hefty load of hot, spurting cream from the
man's pistoning pecker.

But, just when those low-hangers had constricted up against the hunky
fuck's body --- just when he was sure their sexual dam was about to burst
--- the fat dick was abruptly yanked from Nicholas' face and drawn back
through the wall.  A frown creased Nicholas' broad forehead as he tried to
understand why the stud had denied them both the pleasures from a gushing
climax.  Peering through the saliva-drenched hole, he managed a view of
nicely chiseled butt cheeks as the other man turned toward the door of his
cubicle.  It didn't take long for Nicholas to deduce that the big-dicked
he-man was vacating his stall and coming over to join Nick for an encounter
of a much closer kind.  His heart racing, Nicholas struggled to scramble to
his feet and bolt the door, fearful still of his family's name being
tarnished by his tea-room exposure.  He'd been almost certain Cody locked
it upon their entry, but somehow the latch had become unfastened.  Nicholas
wasn't quick enough and, even had he been, the worn lock wouldn't have done
him much good anyway.

The following few seconds passed by as if in slow motion.  Blood was
pounding at his temples as, wide-eyed, he watched the door swing slowly
inward on rusted hinges and slam against the adjoining partition.  He
swallowed hard, his breath caught deep in his recently-excavated throat, as
he observed the form of the nicely muscled naked man framed in the doorway,
one arm holding the door from swinging shut while his other reached out,
beckoning to Nicholas.

"DIEGO!" he exclaimed, shock registered on his handsome features.  Sure
enough, the good-looking beefcake with the sexy cleft in his chin standing
breathtakingly nude before him --- the same stud whose cock he'd been
sucking for the past several minutes --- was the sleeping beauty who'd
gotten him all horned up earlier this evening out at the ranch!

"Get out here, Nick," Diego gently commanded, his dark eyes fixed intently
on the Newman heir.  "It's my turn to get some of that prized ass of
yours!"

Nicholas eagerly obeyed, conscious of the appreciative way Diego's sexy
dark eyes were unashamedly appraising his buffed body.  The way the
handsome stud ran the tip of his tongue between those sexy lips told
Nicholas that Diego liked everything he saw.  Cupping one hand behind
Nicholas' head at the base of his thick neck, Diego pulled the Newman hunk
into his manly embrace.  As their hungry lips met, Diego pushed his wet
tongue deep into Nicholas' mouth.  Their hands moved almost in unison,
groping the muscular contours of each other as their tongues lashed about
in each other's mouth and their sweaty bodies pressed closely together.
Cocks were trapped between gyrating pelvises, rubbing together and leaving
haphazard trails of pre-cum over tight, washboard bellies.  Diego got a
handhold on Nicholas' well-developed glute muscles, deliberately spreading
those firm globes with busy exploratory fingers.

Diego was the one to finally break their lusty lip lock.  Still holding
Nicholas firmly by the base of the neck like a bad dog, he led the sexy
Newman stud over to the bank of sinks on the other side of the room.
Nicholas grasped opposite edges of the stained porcelain as he was forced
to bend at the waist with quivering legs spread wide.  Facing the smoky
mirror attached to the wall in front of him, he observed their reflections
as Diego ran his big hands up over his shoulders, down the tapered V of his
strong back and into the steamy cleft of his hungry ass.  Nicholas' sultry
eyes rolled up in his head when one thick finger, soon to be followed by
another, poked into his puckered hole, examining the territory.  It was
slick and nicely wet up there, in no small part due to Cody's earlier
attentions, Diego figured.  A thin smile played at the corners of his mouth
as he glanced over his shoulder at the one occupied cubicle where Cody had
obviously found himself a new plaything.  He certainly owed Cody a nice
hard fuck for setting him up with the most-wanted-stud-in-town: Nicholas
Newman.  Had it not been for Cody's earlier phone call, poor Diego might
have spent the night alone in solitary masturbation thinking about the many
hunky young and restless men of Genoa City he had yet to sample.

Lightly pressing on the small of Nicholas' back with one open hand, he
reached around the hunky stud's flared left thigh and lifted the leg until
it was cocked up sideways on the dirty porcelain, knee bent sharply inward.
Save for his other strong leg firmly planted on the floor, Nicholas was
practically climbing atop the sink.  The side of his face was pressed
against the mirror, hot breath clouding the reflective surface and his
nice, big cock hovered right over the crusty basin.  In this vulnerable
position, his sweet ass was wide open and deliciously exposed for Diego's
manly touch.

Spitting a slick wad into the palm of his hand, Diego massaged it over his
fat, throbbing prick head and down the first few bloated inches of his
shaft while stepping in closer to the pouting fuck hole.  Moving a big
thumb on the upper side of his shank, Diego rubbed the blunt nose of his
wet cock head up and down the expanse of sexy Nicholas' wide-open cleavage.
The Newman stud practically whimpered when the ultra-hot Cuban pressed the
cock tip against his puckered ass mouth, pushing until the fat head
breached his pulsing butt ring.  Nicholas countered by lurching back
against Diego, stuffing his ass full of the hot, slick shaft.  With a
piggish grunt, Diego thrust his hips forward, plunging his dick far up into
Nicholas' guts.  As his hairy balls slapped against the other man's skin he
was rewarded with a long, satisfied moan from the hunky Newman slut.
Through dreamy, fluttering eyelids Nicholas observed Diego's look of almost
crazed ecstasy in the mirror as the muscular fucker wrapped his big arms
around Nick's trim midsection and began plunging a full nine inches of cock
deep into his grasping ass chute.

Cody heard all the macho grunts and groans from his coffee house fuck
buddies.  He wasn't exactly certain which one of those humpy studs was
getting his hot ass buggered, but it really didn't matter in the long run.
So far as they both got what they wanted --- thanks to him --- Cody was a
happy little matchmaker.  He would have liked to have gone out there and
lent a helping cock, but at the moment he was bent over with his head
practically inside the aromatic toilet bowl while the hairy trucker shoved
his massively wide "good buddy" in and out of the Codester's accommodating
ass hole.  This trick wasn't a slow, easy fuck --- he was a rough one who
liked it hard and fast.  And Cody was the perfect match for him.

Diego's hard body pressed against Nicholas' sweat-slicked skin as he shoved
his big piece of meat as deep as it could go before pulling out until only
the fat mushroomed head was inside him.  And then he drove forward again,
causing Nick's one anchored foot to come up off the floor on his toes.  His
strokes grew faster and harder until he was practically punching his
battering cock into the hot, yielding ass hole.

"Oh yeah, Diego!" Nicholas breathed, his heavy eyelids at half-mast.
"Feels so good!  Give me everything you got, man!  Fuck me harder!"

Gritting his even white teeth, Diego grabbed a fistful of Nicholas' short,
thick hair and started fucking him with wild abandon.  Nicholas was
wriggling about, but there was no where for him to go.  Diego fucked fast
and furious, his cock a super-charged battering ram now.  The more wildly
Diego plowed into him, the more Nicholas seemed to enjoy it.  Deigo's hairy
crotch was slamming against Nick's tailbone with each maddening thrust.
His thick prick pistoned in and out of the clutching hole like he was
trying to break through the other side.  Nick was working him with all he
had from the inside, tightening his ass muscles around the super-charged
cock and bucking back against the raging fucker.

When Diego reached under him and took hold of his cock, Nicholas lost
control.  The Latin beauty got only a few strokes in before Nicholas
bellowed loudly and started shooting his seed.  He came in thundering
waves, scalding hot cum splashing against the wash basin.  Diego never let
up on the fucking; in fact, it seemed that he was banging even more
frenetically against the orgasmic gyrations of Nicholas' husky body.  He
squeezed every last drop of precious cum from young Newman.  His
semen-coated hand came up to Nicholas' handsome face, smearing the man's
own jizz over his mouth and dipping thick fingers between his lips so Nick
could taste his own load.  What Nicholas failed to wash from his hand Diego
finished off, lewdly sucking the rich nectar of the other stud from between
his fingers.

And then it was Diego's hard body shuddering as sweet semen boiled in his
tightened scrotum.  His ripped stomach muscles flexed visibly and his
entire musculature stiffened.  With eyes rolling up in their sockets he let
out a thunderous bellow and slammed his scorching missile home one last
time.  White hot cum erupted deep inside Nicholas' bowels, steamy jizz
shooting way up in his colon and filling him with man-heat.  The hot pecker
flexed again and again, pulsing nearly impossible loads of spunk to
white-wash the Newman hunk's sink hole.  Nicholas actually heard sexy Diego
whimper when the final jolt wracked his already heaving body.  The Cuban
stud fell upon Nicholas then, his arms wrapped tightly around him and his
lips planting sweet wet kisses along the back of Nick's sweat-caked neck.
Nick reached behind to grab a hand full of tight Gutierrez ass and flexed
his well-fucked hole around the hard-on still throbbing deep within him.

"Oh yeah, stud!  Shoot that load up my ass!"  They were both brought out of
their selfish pleasures by Cody's cries from the bathroom stall.  So
engrossed in their own wild fuck session, they'd almost forgotten about
their blond nympho friend who, along with his fuck-mate, were loudly
vocalizing their mutual passionate orgasms.  A wide grin spread across
Nicholas' handsome face as he looked over his shoulder at the sultry,
good-looking hunk embracing him tightly.  Diego winked and returned the
smile before planting his mouth over Nicholas' full, luscious lips and
sharing a sloppy, smoldering after-sex kiss.

Driving Nicholas back to the ranch proved to be an eventful ride; despite
their earlier torrid coupling, neither stud could keep his hands off the
other!  Twice Diego was forced to pull his car to the side of the road so
they could engage in more cock groping.  Finally arriving at the Newman
ranch, they pulled the car into a desolate area and proceeded to steam up
the windows like a bunch of love struck school kids.  Leaving Diego alone
at the stables where he lived proved the hardest thing for poor Nicholas to
do.  He would gladly have pursued more of his darkened desires between the
sheets of the Newman's trusted groom.  Only the assurance of future fuck
and suck encounters sent him off to traverse the lonely path back to his
own home, where his wife and children had been safe and snug in their bed
for hours while Daddy pursued his overwhelming hunger for cock.

Later, quietly climbing into their marriage bed beside Sharon he thought
about Cody, at whose insistence they'd left out at the racy rest stop.
True to form, the Codester had decided to pull an all-nighter --- most
especially when he'd spied the big eighteen-wheeler pulling into the lot
and the two grizzled truckers seated in the cab!  Cody was something else,
that much was for sure.  He was, quite possibly, the most voracious cock
hound in all of Genoa City...

....along with Nicholas Newman, of course!