Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2003 18:17:45 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Young and Restless Men 17

Welcome to the long-awaited chapter seventeen of my bawdy, somewhat
popular series.  For the misinformed: this is a body of erotic fiction
containing graphic sexual descriptions and is intended for the
entertainment of those who have reached legal age of maturity to view
such materials.  Original characters are the property of CPT Holdings.

Copyright 2003 JRoyale


Robert (Bobby) Marsino was one extremely agitated Italian stud!  For
years, practically most of his adult life, he had worked towards the day
when he would own an elite Gentlemen's Club right there in Genoa City,
not far from where he'd had his first youthful experience in such an
establishment.  It had been a difficult struggle, but Bobby persevered
and Marsino's eventually opened to resounding success.  He ran a nice,
clean business with little to no trouble---that is until two underage
assholes, unhappy with their girl friend shucking her clothes
onstage, coerced beers from his unsuspecting bartender, resulting in
Marsino's liquor license being suspended!

Ruggedly handsome in his early forties, Bobby certainly housed a liberal
amount of masculine charm.  Although he often appeared to be little more
than a well dressed, small-time hood, Bobby had learned his way around
the ladies from a very young age.  As a pubescent teen, he'd worked bar
back and floor sweep at the once-illustrious road house known as the
Bayou run by "Cash" Cashman.  There he was free to ogle the sweet, divine
flesh of the many lovelies who graced Cashman's runway, stripping down to
near nakedness---and sometimes beyond.  In fact, Bobby's hazel eyes
routinely devoured the supple curves of local talent Nikki Reed, who went
on to become the wife of millionaire Victor Newman.  Bobby could still
recall the hush which fell over the road house when Newman and his fey
companion, the Colonel, came in to watch beautiful blond Nikki perform
her set.  Nikki was a looker who put on a class act; Bobby tried like
hell to get into her thong, but Nikki had her sights set much higher---on
Newman and his big bucks.  The blond bimbo ultimately landed her man and
today refused to even acknowledge her showgirl past.

Young Bobby walked around with a raging hard-on most of the time and
often slipped into the back stock room to haul out his thick Italian
sausage and beat off while fantasizing about the exotic dancers.  He
longed to feel their glossy, red lips wrapped around his abundant slab of
meat or to work his face between their creamy thighs and taste their
womanhood before plunging himself deep inside their womb.  Jerking
himself harder and faster and panting desperately, he was forced to
stifle a groan when his nuts exploded and white hot cum splattered
against the wall, over the cases of liquor bottles and down on to the
floor.  Afterwards, cleaning up the mess, he pondered the moment when he
would ultimately have his way with one of the divine runway divas.  As it
turned out, physical release came about for teenaged Bobby Marsino in a
completely different and unexpected manner.

One night out of the week was designated as "ladies night" at the road
house, when a gang of muscled hunks would take to the stage and strip
down to their unmentionables for the entertainment of the womenfolk of
Genoa City.  Cashman himself was generally the headliner, taking to the
stage in one fantasy outfit or the other and strutting his stuff around
while he peeled off the layers.  The women went absolutely berserk
when handsome and well-built "Cash" got down to his skimpy,
naturally-packed thong, which soon grew even more stuffed with their
greenbacks.  Teen-aged Bobby got a kick out of the way "Cash" worked the
audience into a frenzy---and he certainly didn't mind the way some of the
hornier female clientele pinched his butt or cupped his basket when
he happened to walk by the crowd carrying bar supplies or collecting
empty cocktail glasses and beer bottles.  He had the kind of job his
street buddies envied and even then had decided that adult entertainment
was his future.

There came that fateful evening when his masturbatory actions finally
caught up with young, street-wise Bobby Marsino.  It was on "ladies
night" and the women were a hell of a lot friskier than usual.  Some big
new muscle stud from out west had come in for a special appearance
and the ladies went absolutely apeshit over him.  Heck, even Cashman knew
he wouldn't be able to follow this guy's act so he wound up preceding the
dreamboat Adonis.  Bobby could practically smell the sex oozing from the
pores of every woman in the place---even grand dame Katherine Chancellor
had come out of her mansion on the hill to catch the California hunk!
The thought of moist pussies soaking lace panties as they watched the
male strippers was too much for a young horndog like Bobby to handle---so
he quietly slipped into Cashman's office while the boss pranced around
the runway revving the ladies for the much anticipated main
event.  Scooting down low in the chair behind Cash's desk he unzipped
and, sliding pants and briefs around his ankles, shut his eyes and began
flogging his pole to images of the local lovelies in the next room
craving pumped-up testosterone.  He was at it for awhile, much longer
than he realized, and just getting close to the danger zone when the door
unexpectedly burst open and a sweaty "Cash" Cashman entered the office.

They were both dumbfounded for a moment, neither daring to make the
first move.  Bobby's fist was still wrapped around the base of his
bigger-than-average teen meat, which refused to soften even under these
unexpected circumstances.  Cash just stood there in sweat soaked
g-string, holding the remnants of his police officer costume, dripping
sweat all over the carpeting and glaring at the huge slab of Italian cock
rising from the macho young floor sweep's loins.  Finally he moved
one heavily muscled arm to reach behind and fumble with the lock on the
door.  A nervous smile spread across his handsome face as he took a few
tentative steps toward the desk and the semi-naked youth seated behind
it.

"Did watching my strip tease get you that excited, kid?"

"N-no," Bobby gulped.  "I ain't no queer."

Cash made an exaggerated flinching expression.  "Far as I know, a guy
doesn't have to be queer to appreciate another guy's body."  And with a
nod towards Bobby's dripping cock, "I'm certainly appreciating every bit
of what I'm looking at.  You've got a big one there; how big would you
say it is?"

Bobby shrugged nervously.  "I dunno, Mr. Cashman."

Cash winked one blue eye.  "Call me Cash from now on.  Bobby, isn't it?
I'll tell you, Bobby," he said, while slowly coming around the side of
the desk, "that sucker looks to be every bit of nine fat, healthy inches
to me."

"Nine-and-a-half," Bobby blurted out and then, shrugging sheepishly,
added, "this girl in high school who blew me measured it up."

"You like blow jobs, Bobby?"  Cash was very near him now and Bobby could
see the pouch of the man's thong had significantly filled out in the last
few moments.  The strange look in Cash's piercing blue eyes was more than
enough to make the eighteen-year-old nervous as hell, but the realization
that the beefcake was growing a major hard-on in his presence made Bobby
want to hoist up his jeans and bolt from the office.

The young buck never stood a chance!  Before he had the opportunity to
fathom what was happening Cash had squatted down between his wide-spread
thighs and, wrapping one hand around the thick base of that teen prick,
started running his tongue over every inch of the hardened shaft.
Swallowing hard, Bobby watched with widened eyes as the big stud
literally devoured the thick mushroom-shaped cock head and at least half
of the stalk.  Bobby wasn't into guys at all, but Cash's mouth sure felt
damned good on his impressively thick cock as he worked it between his
widely parted lips.  Other than those dancing routines, Cash had always
come off as being completely straight.  Bobby knew for a fact that he'd
fucked several of the female dancers---not to mention a sexed-up patron
every now and again.  So it came as quite a shock to the teenager to
discover first hand that his boss played both sides of the fence---and,
from the quality of his cock sucking, played them quite well!

In short order Cash was deep-throating Bobby's nine-plus inches, a feat
which no female had ever before accomplished.  Moment by moment young
Bobby was gaining newfound appreciation for his enthusiastic boss.  It
wasn't long before he was thrusting his loins up against the handsome
cocksucker's face, fucking the mature man's oral cavity with his strong
young cock.  Unfortunately, Bobby was all sexed up from his earlier
masturbatory actions so it wasn't long before his low-hangers exploded,
filling Cash's mouth and throat with sweet young teen cream.  Cashman
swallowed every nutritional drop and made certain that Bobby's wondrous
wand was licked completely clean before unhanding the awestruck Italian
stallion.

Bobby became something of a regular in Cash's private office from that
day forward.  While the ladies were strutting their stuff onstage,
Cashman was sucking off horny Bobby in the locked privacy of his office
at least once a week.  It all worked out well for the husky teen: Cash
was fixing him up with some of the more promiscuous female dancers and,
so long as nobody else had to know about it, Bobby fed the bi-dude his
hot Italian sausage upon request.  Soon Cash got an itching up his ass;
throat plugging blow jobs weren't enough to satisfy his carnal desires.
Clearing his desk top with the sweep of one muscular arm, the hunky
object of many women's fantasies laid across the polished surface and
raised his beefy thighs.  Holding himself behind the knees, Cash
spread those smooth legs wide and offered up his puckered ass hole to the
testosterone-enhanced street punk.  Bobby would never forget that awesome
tightness or the gripping warmth which enveloped him when he
first planted his cock deep up inside Cashman's steamy asshole.  Wasting
little time with the preliminaries, Bobby fucked the muscle stud hard and
fast, practically tearing the dude a new fuck hole.  Cashman had gone
ballistic; he'd never taken a cock so big...so fat...so forceful...so
eager.  He was in seventh heaven---grunting, groaning, sweating like a
pig and swearing like a sailor, yet begging the little tough guy not to
stop.  Afterwards, with his ass hole pleasantly sore and bowels filled
with Bobby's teen cum, Cashman offered to coach the kid in the
intricacies of his business.  He didn't ever want to let go of his new
fuck buddy and figured that making the hot little stud more active in the
running of the road house might keep him around a bit longer.

Bobby proved to be an apt pupil and Cashman taught him everything there
was to know.  When they weren't fucking, Cash was going over the books
with the Italian teen hunk.  They had a great thing going:  Bobby was
learning night club management and Cash was getting royally plowed by the
hottest young cock in Genoa City.  Their offbeat relationship latest for
quite a while, until Cash Cashman came to an untimely, violent end and
the hot spot was forced to close.

Undeterred, Bobby worked hard towards his eventual goal saving
each nickel and dime from every odd job until the day came when he
finally opened his own club---not without some shady financial backing.
Now it was he who was the big cheese and calling all the
shots---the local boy from the other side of the tracks had done good.
Only the best girls performed on his stage.  He chose the ones who
exhibited talent for more than just taking off their clothes.  And every
now and again he'd fuck one of them or, at the very least, get a
ball-draining blow job.

Still, Bobby coveted acceptance on the respectable side of town, even
though he knew he was out of his league.  He'd grown up on the seedy
outskirts of Genoa, learning life the hard way.  Perhaps that is why he
first became interested in young Brittany Hodges.  She was a gorgeous,
yet haughty little bitch who exuded monumental sex appeal and came from
an influential Genoa City family.  It took a lot of coercing, but Bobby's
masculine charm ultimately won out and soon blond Brittany was dancing,
singing and stripping right up there on Marsino's stage.  Discovery by
her uptown parents and friends was the ultimate "fuck you" from Bobby
Marsino to the high-fallutin' society which had rejected him earlier on
in life.  He had successfully broken one of their own and stubborn
Brittany, refusing to have anyone control her destiny, remained steadfast
in her commitment to Marsino's.

What he hadn't counted on was the determination of her former boy friends
to save poor Brittany from the evil clutches of Bobby Marsino.  When they
failed to reason with the girl the boys decided to fuck with Bobby's
livelihood.  Raul Gutierrez, the dark-haired Cuban with those
innocent puppy dog eyes and tall blond semi-reformed punk JT Hellstrom
were responsible for the liquor license bust.  In a few thoughtless
moments, the two young hellions had managed to close down Marsino's,
successfully ending Brittany's budding career and causing major trouble
for Bobby.

Sitting low in one plush velvet seat in the empty arena of the night
club, one long leg sprawled out before him under the small circular table
and the other cocked up on a side chair, Bobby took a long swig of
whiskey from the rocks glass laid out before him.  He couldn't serve
anyone else, but he sure as hell could serve himself---and right now
Bobby felt the need to get good and shit faced drunk.  It would be nearly
a week before his case came up before the alcohol control board; in
the meantime, Bobby had little to do but wallow in his own self pity and
ever increasing animosity towards the young men who had placed him in
this predicament.  What if, he wondered, he was unable to get his liquor
license reinstated?  And if he was so lucky as to win favor with the
commission, how great would be the financial cost?  Would he be able to
round up his stable of fine dancers after this fiasco?  Brittany would
never again grace his stage, that much was for sure.  And such a shame,
too.  Bobby had really taken a liking to the sassy uptown broad; he'd had
great plans for her---in and out of the sack.

Draining his glass and sitting it down heavily on the table, Bobby wiped
his mouth with the back of a hand and was in the process of contemplating
another when he detected the scuffle of feet from the main entranceway.
He must have forgotten to lock the club door when he'd stepped outside
earlier for a breath of fresh Wisconsin air.  Bobby wasn't used to having
the door locked during businessmen's lunch hour; it was generally a
lucrative time of the day.

"Haven't you heard?  We're closed!" he shouted aloud as two figures
filled the archway in the dimly lit room.

"Yeah, Marsino, I think we know that," the shorter one said, almost
apologetically.

Bobby recognized the voice almost immediately.  Unduly surprised, he
gathered himself up in the seat and pointed a thick, threatening finger
at Raul Gutierrez.  "YOU!  WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

The cute Cuban boy spread out his hands in a peaceful gesture.  "We
didn't come here to cause you any more trouble, Marsino.  We just wanted
to talk to you---to apologize for the trouble we've caused."

As they stepped closer, Bobby made out tall wise-ass J.T. Hellstrom,
the other trouble-maker, at Raul's side.  The alcohol having mellowed
him, Bobby leaned back in the seat with a smirk on his rugged face and
gestured with a hand.  "Alright, hot shot.  Let's hear what bullshit the
two of you have for me.  After which it's gonna give me great pleasure to
physically throw the two of you out on your scrawny asses."

"Look, Marsino," Hellstrom, hands dug deep into the pockets of his
loose-fitting jeans, spoke up.  "Neither of us realized the ramifications
of what we were doing----"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Bobby laughed mockingly.  "Ram-if-ic-ations!  That's
a pretty big word coming from a small time punk like you, Hellstrom!"

J.T. gave him a sarcastic look and, in his best wise-ass voice, retorted,
"I DO go to GCU, ya know!"

"Look, this isn't getting us anywhere," Raul, the voice of reason,
interjected.  Taking a deep breath, he went on, "Our intentions---for
Brit at least, were good---but I guess we never stopped to think about
how our actions might affect other people.  Neither one of us considered
your other employees---how closing this place down took away their
livelihood.  All we were thinking about is what we wanted---or didn't
want---for Brit."

"Yeah," Bobby muttered, chewing on the end of a swizzle stick and
pondering their revelation.  "Pretty selfish, wouldn't ya say?  Let me
ask a question:  did you come to this little revelation all by
yourselves?"

"No," Raul confessed, sighing heavily.  "Brit's pissed off at the both of
us right now.  She pretty much hit us over the head with the reality of
the situation.  I know it doesn't mean much, but we are sorry for any
financial trouble we've caused you and the people who work for you."

"Well," Bobby relied, spreading one arm across the back of his chair.
"All this apologizing may be good for your rotten souls, but it sure as
shit ain't going to pay my bills.  You got any idea what electricity
alone runs me to operate this place?  I'm losing over a week's worth of
revenue because of you two young ass holes and your petty jealousy over a
damned fine show girl."

"If it's any kind of consolation to you," Raul sheepishly confessed,
"I've told Brit I won't stand in the way of her doing whatever it is she
feels she needs to do."

"HEYYY!!!!" Bobby clapped hands loudly.  "Fine time for you to come to
that conclusion, Ace.  Besides, I don't know the alcohol people are even
gonna give me back my license.  You and the jolly blond giant there might
have put me out of business."

J.T. gave him another sarcastic look.  "Instead of sitting here drinking
alone in the dark like some loser, why aren't you out there doing
something about getting your license reinstated?"

"And just what the fuck would you have me do?" Bobby glared at him.

"Well, I don't know."  J.T. shrugged his tall shoulders, eyes searching
the vastness of the room for an answer.  And then, "I know!  Who says you
have to serve alcohol.  There's lots of juice bars where girls take off
their clothes.  I hear they get real nasty in those kind of non-alcohol
places."

"Whoa, wait a minute!" Raul chimed in.  "I don't want Brittany working in
THAT kind of environment."

Bobby rolled his eyes.  "Don't worry about it, kid.  Despite what youse
may think of me, I don't run that kind of sleaze joint.  And it won't
work because the kind of guys who come here are lookin' to smoke a cigar,
have a few cocktails and admire the talents of beautiful young ladies.
This kind of place don't work without booze, got it?"

"Look, I was just trying to help, okay?"  J.T. was back to his sarcastic
persona again.

There was silence between the three for a few moments and then the
flicker of an idea made Bobby's eyes brighten.  "Unless-----"

"Wha-What?" Raul asked, curious.

"Nah!"  Bobby shook his head, chuckling for the first time in many a
day.

"What is it?" J.T. pressed.  "Are you afraid of trying out something
different to save your sorry ass?"

Bobby looked at him for a long moment before speaking.  "Okay, hot
shots.  You say you're sorry you got me in this mess?  Fine, then you
help get me out of it.  Saturday night we reopen---a test run.  No
liquor; all juice.  And the only men in here are the ones on stage.  It's
Ladies Night at Marsino's.  And you two are the main star attractions."

"You've got to be kidding," J.T. snickered.  "You think I'm getting up
there and taking off all my clothes for a room full of old ladies."

"It's not old ladies who go to see male exotic dancers, wise guy," Bobby
informed him.  "And all the clothes don't come off; you wear a g-string
to cover your short comings."

J.T. flashed him a middle finger in retort.

"How about you?"  Marsino directed his attention toward Raul.  "Think
about it, this might be the perfect tool to set things right with your
little girl friend.  You've been pissing and moaning about her dancing on
my stage without even knowing what it's really all about.  Put the shoe
on the other foot and see how she feels about her boy friend entertaining
a room full of women in little more than his jock strap. Find out first
hand why Brittany loves her current line of work; hell, it might even
change your jaded view point."

"I doubt that," Raul replied dryly.

"Look, why are we even talking about this?" J.T. interjected.  "Neither
one of us knows anything about the kind of thing that you do here."

Bobby's dark eyebrows raised.  "You know how to dance, don't you?  I
thought all you kids today at least knew how to do that.  You dance, you
peel off your clothes, you let the ladies stuff their dollar bills in
your jock and you go home with a smile on your face and some extra cash
in your pockets.  Simple."

"We wouldn't have to do anything---ya know---kinky?"  Raul queried
tentatively.

Inwardly, Bobby smiled to himself---the boy was actually thinking about
his proposal.  "Course not!  What the fuck, you think I'm gonna have you
bang my customers right out there on the stage?  I want to get my liquor
license back, not shut the place down for good!  Cripes, you got a real
bad attitude towards gentlemen's clubs!"

"Gentlemen's clubs!" J.T. scoffed.  "Strip bars, that's all they are."

"Ah, forget about it," Bobby said with an exaggerated wave of his hand.
"I should've known your offer of help was just lip service.  Go on, get
the hell out of here and let me get back to my drink."

J.T. turned toward the door, but Raul stopped him by grasping a shirt
sleeve.  "Wait a minute.  Neither of us said we were wimping out on the
offer.  It's just that---well, neither of us has ever done anything like
that before."

"Raul----" J.T. whined an objection, but Raul placed a wide spread hand
on the taller boy's chest.

"Listen, J.T., you don't have to be a part of this.  It's me who asked
to be served that drink, so it's me who has to set things right.  You can
leave if you want.  I just want to hear more of Marsino's proposal,
that's all."

"Nothin' more to say," Bobby piped in.  "Dance, strip, get paid, go
home.  That's all there is to it.  Maybe get some of your college friends
who want a little extra cash to join the troupe.  We could make this a
big weekly event here at Marsino's---and you two would be in at the
ground floor."

"But, wouldn't we have to rehearse or something," Raul shifted nervously
on his feet.

"Rehearse!"  Bobby waved an arm towards the stage.  "Nobody here but you
and me.  Go for it!  Get a feel for the stage.  I'll even set the fuckin'
mood for you."  Getting out of his comfortable seat, Bobby moved over to
the control booth.  Throwing a few choice switches, the stage was soon
aglow with swirling lights and neon strobes and a thumping bass-enhanced
dance beat filled the club.  When he turned back to the duo, Raul was
already up on the stage, tentatively surveying the area, inspecting
the array of scattered, hypnotizing lights and viewing the vastness of
the club from this new vantage point.

"Get comfortable, kid," Bobby shouted over the sound system as he resumed
his seat and poured himself another shot.  "Forget about us out here;
it's just you and the music.  Feel it and then move to it."

Closing his long-lashed eyes, Raul allowed the music to take him; soon
his slim hips began gyrating to the pounding beat.  As he became more
relaxed his entire body got into the action and before long he was
dancing by himself in plain view of the other two.  Bobby stifled a
self-satisfied grin as he observed the cute Cuban expertly prancing about
the stage, completely captivated by the alluring lights and familiar
music.

"The kid's a natural," Bobby told J.T., who was keenly watching his
room-mate having himself an unexpected good time.  "How bout you?  You
think you're half as good a dancer?"

J.T. glanced nervously from Raul to Bobby and then back again.  After a
moment of indecision he headed, on long, lean legs, toward the main
stage.  Gripping the polished edges, he hoisted himself up and inspected
the unfamiliar territory.  The usually cocky young man appeared almost
embarrassed as he cautiously walked about the stage area, surprised at
the way Raul had turned into a non-stop dancing machine.  Gradually his
body relaxed and soon he, too, began moving to the thumping trance
theme.  At first he periodically glanced out into the seats, aware that
Bobby Marsino was watching them both, but after awhile became completely
absorbed in the music and hypnotizing lights.

Bobby relaxed back in the comfortable cushioned seat, a wide toothy grin
spread across his handsome face.  The two trouble makers had taken the
bait and were utilizing his stage---the same stage they'd berated their
girl friend for frequenting.  Bobby almost wished that Brittany would
walk into the club right at this moment and observe the two nay-sayers in
action.  They were bopping with renewed vigor and youthful
energy, working themselves into a pleasurable sweat.  Raul was the first
to peel off his shirt and toss it to the side, revealing nicely compact
musculature on his relatively small frame.  J.T. followed suit, showing
off tight biceps and a long, smooth and flawless torso.

The smile on Bobby's face faded and was replaced by an unexpected look of
hunger and sexual desire.  It had been many years since he'd harbored
such feelings---not since those days of himself being a teen servicing
the wanton needs of Cashman.  In all those between years he'd been
strictly a ladies man, sampling more than the average man's supply
of inviting, juicy pussy.  These new emotions welling up inside him were
completely foreign to the hunky Italian stud.  Feeling the unmistakable
urge swelling throughout his loins, Bobby groped at the bulge filling
out the front of his slacks and fumbled with the restraining zipper.

Raul and J.T. were still tearing up the dance floor, a sheen of
perspiration coating their young bodies.  Running a hand through his
tousled blond hair, J.T. reached for the catch on his khakis and,
throwing caution to the wind, allowed his pants to fall to the floor.
Stepping out of them, J.T. kicked the pants out of his way and resumed
his heated dance clad only in white briefs.  Not to be outdone by the
more daring youth, Raul followed suit and stripped down to his briefs.
Their naked, sinewy limbs flailed about as they resumed their aggressive
dance, consumed by a carefree thrill which they had earlier denounced.

Glancing out into the spectator's arena of the club, J.T. saw something
which momentarily caused him to break his stride.  Bopping over toward
Raul's direction, he spoke into the Cuban boy's ear over the resounding
musical track.  Curiously, Raul looked in Bobby's direction and saw what
the blond haired youth had just brought to his attention.  Marsino,
completely unaware that both boys had caught him in action, was ogling
their near-nude bodies through heavy eyelids and jerking on his exposed,
monstrous cock with both big hands!

Winking at the smaller boy, J.T. gyrated toward the edge of the stage
directly into Bobby's line of vision.  Turning his back on the older man
and hooking his thumbs into the elastic waist band of his briefs, J.T.
bent at the waist and slowly and seductively lowered them, baring his
thin, pear-shaped ass cheeks.  Kicking the briefs away he widened his
stance and, grasping both firm buttocks, spread them wide to reveal the
tight, pink rosebud hidden in the bramble of downy fine, blond ass hair.

Bobby's eyes widened expansively as he sat forward in his
seat, thoroughly appreciating the lewd show J.T. was putting on for his
benefit.  Not to be upstaged by the other boy, Raul sashayed into Bobby's
line of vision, completely obscuring J.T., and slowly and seductively
began lowering his own underwear.  Completely nude now, he rhythmically
rotated his hips, cupping his balls and running a hand over the contours
of his torso while his wet tongue suggestively flicked across his pretty
pink lips.  Suddenly J.T. was directly behind the darker haired boy.  He
enfolded the Cuban in his arms, playful hands toying with Raul's chest
and fondling his flaccid cock while his lips pressed against the other
youth's neck.  His pale blue eyes burned across the expanse of the room
into Bobby's glaring orbs.

Seemingly determined to commandeer a performance for Marsino, J.T. spun
Raul around and, applying pressure to the other youth's shoulders, coaxed
him into reaching for his own toes.  Straddling Raul's bent body, J.T.
slapped his hands onto the Cuban's firm buttocks and worked his long,
slim fingers into the dark, sweaty crack.  He pried at the wrinkled folds
of Raul's tender button until he had effectively spread it wide open for
Bobby's perusal.

By now Bobby had reached the limit of his restraint.  His rigid
nine-incher was an angry shade of purple with thick veins maddeningly
throbbing just beneath its heated surface.  A seemingly unending flow of
pre-cum was constantly oozing out of his heavy piss-slit as he watched
the two young men dominating his stage.  Kicking off both shoes and
socks, Bobby pushed himself up out of the seat and pulled the smart,
stylish sports coat from his hard, masculine body.  In a flash he had
undone the remaining few buttons on his silk shirt and stripped it from
his torso, carelessly tossing it aside and reaching for the loosened
waist band of his dress slacks.  Pants and boxer shorts soon joined the
rest of Bobby's clothing in the darkness of the seats as he advanced
upon the stage, blazing cock leading the way.

Nearing the edge of the stage, Bobby reached out both strong arms and
grasped Raul around the ankles, pulling the boy in his direction.  When
the Cuban youth was within closer range, Bobby locked an arm around his
legs just above the kneecaps, swiftly prying Raul away from J.T.'s grasp
and off the platform to join him.  A surprised Raul locked his hands onto
Bobby's big biceps to steady himself as he looked directly into the older
man's sex-glazed eyes.  Bobby's big hands landed on Raul's bare shoulders
and, applying pressure, forced the dark-haired pup to his knees.  His
huge, drooling cock pulsed mere inches from Raul's panting mouth.

Stepping in closer to the young man kneeling before him Bobby
purposely swung his hips from side to side, effectively slapping his big
nine-inch cock against Raul's smooth face.  The bloated head dragged
across the young man's creamy skin, leaving a trail of fragrant cock
juice in its wake.  Instinctively, Raul grasped the battering ram around
the hairy root, his small hand unable to completely surround the mighty
weapon.  That huge, thick prick was steely hard and rippled with heavily
pulsating blue-blooded veins. Pre-cum liberally flowed from the deep cock
slit and lazily traveled down the length of Bobby's slick Italian shaft.
Raul's other hand came up to cup the heavy set of hairy, sweaty man balls
dangling between Marsino's thick thighs and massaged them with his
fingers.

"Stroke my cock, kid!" the bigger man ordered. "Wrap them hands around my
dick and jerk it the fuck off!"

Raul fondled the entire length of Bobby's huge dong and toyed with his
meaty ball sac.  The tips of his fingers traveled up the underside of the
man's thick vein and glided over the mushroom-shaped cap, causing Bobby
to shiver with delight.  His other hand busily groped the Italian stud's
ball bag, weighing the abundant package in his eager palm.  Soon both
hands went to work manipulating the leaking nine inch cock stalk.
Gripping a chair behind him and arching his back, Bobby thrust his pelvis
forward, effectively forcing his man-sized prick to stand out in all it's
magnificent splendor.  Raul busied himself jacking off the massive tool
being offered to him, pumping the blood engorged muscle with a renewed
vigor.

All this while J.T. had been seated at the edge of the stage, long naked
legs dangling lazily downward and hardened cock in hand as he watched
Raul take care of Marsino's hot sausage.  Smirking, he recalled the time
at Walnut Grove Academy when Billy Abbott had clued him in to Raul's cock
sucking techniques.  He'd bullied both boys into taking care of
his joystick and had gotten his fill of nice warm ass.  His pale face
clouded over when he remembered how the tables had been quickly turned on
him by his two goofball buddies, who were supposed to be standing watch
outside the lavatory door.  Those disloyal pricks had dragged a kicking
and shouting J.T. off into one of the bathroom stalls and double fucked
his up-till-then virgin asshole.  As if that weren't enough, the lav
starting filling up with more school mates between classes who happened
upon the lusty trio.  Young and horny, they wanted their fill of wise-guy
J.T., too.  While his buddies held him down, J.T. got himself repeatedly
fucked well into the next class period.  His loosened hole had leaked boy
cum for days afterward.

Raul's handjob had produced a seemingly unending wash of pre-cum from
Marsino's piss eye.  Hating to see it all go to waste the Cuban leaned in
and, pressing his tongue against the sticky knob, lapped up all the tasty
man-goo.

"Oh, fuck yeah, kid," Bobby moaned as he entangled his thick fingers in
Raul's dark hair and held his head closely.  "Suck my fuckin' dick!"

Raul swiftly gobbled up the fat, bulbous cock head, wrapping his lips
under the rubbery rim and sucking pre-cum from Bobby's gaping piss hole.
His warm, wet mouth slid lower down the towering prick, swallowing inch
after inch of hot Italian cock.  Bobby was duly impressed when the young
buck bottomed out with his cute face buried in Marsino's fragrant bush.
He wondered how in hell the boy managed to eat the entire thing!  Raul's
mouth and throat were doing all kinds of delicious things to his cock
stalk, making Bobby groan with manly delight.

After what seemed an impossibly long time, Raul lifted his mouth off the
tasty prick.  Waves of saliva washed down over the agitated stud meat as
the boy took a moment to catch his breath.  Swiping the back of a hand
across his soaked lips, cock hungry Raul went back to work on the big,
appreciative dick.  His talented tongue swirled around the entire
circumference of Marsino's jutting prick from thick, hairy base to
the indented folds of his cock lips.  His own lips stretched wide,
surrounding the Italian's thickness with the wet warmth of his oral
cavern.  He gagged little as he swallowed the fat head past his gullet
and once more buried the veiny cock deep in his throat.  Slowly he rode
the monster, coming up just enough to catch a breath and then devoured
the whole thing again.

Bobby's head was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes closed to mere slits.
He'd forgotten how good it felt to have another dude feast on his
manhood.  Through heavy lids he spied J.T. leaning back on one elbow and
frantically jerking on his own impressive piece of meat.  Raul was
treating him so damned fine, he'd almost forgotten about the other punk.
With a nod of his head he motioned for the blond to join them.

"Nah, man, I just like to watch," JT offered.

Raul practically choked on the thick cock buried down his throat.
Unstuffing himself momentarily, he continued to jerk on the soaked man
rod as he looked up at Marsino.  "That's a bunch of bull!  There was a
time a few years back when ole J.T. was the bathroom whore at Walnut
Grove!"

J.T. sneered at Raul, who had already gone back to bobbing on Bobby's
cock.

"Get down here NOW, boy!" Bobby ordered; J.T. sluggishly complied.

Dropping to his knees alongside the ethnic youth, J.T. shook his head in
amazement at the way Raul was greedily devouring Marsino's colossal
appendage.  Billy Abbott had been right in his appraisal of the boy: Raul
Gutierrez was a natural born cock sucker.  (Although, as J.T. recalled,
Abbott wasn't so bad, himself.)  Each time Raul drew back on the
saliva-drenched cock J.T. tried to get a piece for himself, but Raul was
quick to bear back down on it, laying claim to his territory.  The
sidelong glance which the Cuban gave him sent the unspoken message that
Raul had no intention of sharing his treasure.  Instead of fighting for a
taste of cock, J.T. maneuvered himself between Bobby's hairy legs
and settled for snacking on the big stud's tasty ball sac.  Rolling
each walnut-sized orb with his tongue, J.T. liberally bathed Marsino's
scrotum with hot saliva and was soon sucking the entire package into
his hungry mouth.

Bobby was enjoying hell out of the two trouble making youths willingly
worshipping his manhood; he almost wished their little girl friends could
have a look at them right now!  Keeping a firm hand-hold on the scruff of
Raul's sweaty neck, he guided the hot Cuban's face back and forth on his
rigid shaft.  Raul's warm, wet mouth was pure dynamite, igniting a fuse
in Bobby which he'd thought burned out long ago.  The young man was
sucking and licking his fat prong in all the ways Bobby remembered
cock-hungry Cashman doing---only now it somehow felt even better!  And,
as if to add to his pleasure, J.T.'s hot-shot tongue was working around
his ball bag.  With his nose tapping into Marsino's ripe perineum, J.T.
sucked those big nuts one at a time, heating up the boiling load which
threatened to burst free and scald Raul's throat.

The funky and thoroughly manly scent emanating from Marsino's back side
proved to be an unlikely aphrodisiac for cocky J.T.  Sliding himself
farther between Bobby's open thighs, he licked a steamy path leading
directly into the man's hairy ass crack.  With long swipes of his tongue
he lapped at the sweaty shit ditch, soaking the length of the hot crack
with his spittle and deliberately teasing the wrinkled bud with each
pass.  As Bobby ground his ass back against him, J.T. began long sweeping
swipes of his tongue, wickedly licking the sexed-up stud from tangy
asshole to bloated ball bag.  Without removing his face from the general
area, J.T. wedged his entire body between Marsino's legs and came up to
sit his naked ass on the cushioned chair behind the man.  From this new
angle he was able to take a hand hold on Bobby's firm, plump
melons.  Holding them wide apart he plunged his face into the hairy,
spread crack and probed at the tight folds of the pungent, pulsing
hole, diligently working it open.

Throwing back his head, Bobby groaned lustily as he felt J.T.'s tongue
dive into his man hole.  Pushing his wide-spread ass against the blond
youth's face, he spasmed as the tongue probed him as deeply as was
humanly possible, sending a fresh wave of pre-cum down Raul's throat.  As
J.T. proceeded to piggishly eat out his heated hole, Bobby thrust his
thick meat clear down Raul's gullet and began fiercely face-fucking the
Cuban pup.  With each inward thrust his butt cheeks flexed, practically
tearing J.T.'s tongue out at the root and sucking his face into the hairy
cleft.  But with the withdrawing movement his hole pulsed open wide,
allowing the ass eater to thoroughly devour him.  It was the most
sensational feeling Bobby could ever recall, having two hot, talented
mouths working him from both ends.  He was holding them both tightly
against him by the back of their heads---Raul from the front, pressed
against his hairy groin and J.T. from the back, face buried in his
dripping shitter.

With each thrust of Bobby's strong hips Raul's lips traveled along the
entire length of the scorching shaft.  Taking hold of the man's drooping
ball sac he began milking it hand over hand, coaxing the hot load to
erupt into his cum-parched throat.  Bobby responded by thrusting even
more quickly, slamming his prick down Raul's grasping throat and
eliciting what sounded like garbled cries of protest from J.T. in the
rear.  Raul took every fucking inch like a champ, savoring the heady
flavor of manly pre-cum as the drooling cock head coursed in and out of
his throat.  The Italian stud's ball bag was beginning to thicken and
tighten up against his body, a clear warning that Marsino was about to
blow his load.  Raul went crazy on the face-fucking cock, meeting every
forceful thrust with mouth wide open.  Just when he was certain he was
about to be rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum, Bobby unexpectedly
yanked his prick out of the boy's mouth.  Grabbing a fistful of J.T.'s
unruly hair, he pried the other boy out of his ass cleavage.

"Get down on your back, boy," the sexy man ordered. "I'm gonna fuck you
like the little whore you are!"  Taking one look at the thick, hairy
shaft arcing up from Marsino's loins, liberally dripping with a
combination of his saliva and Bobby's ball juices, Raul fell back on the
carpeting.  Grasping himself behind the knees, he drew his legs in toward
his chest and spread them wide, revealing his eagerly winking ass hole.
Chuckling mischievously, Bobby grabbed J.T. by one hand and swung the
other boy out of the seat and in front of him.

"I want you to sit on his face while I fuck him," Bobby announced, "so's
he can get your hole all wet and loosened up for when I'm through with
him and ready to fuck you!"  J.T. looked as though he was about to say
something, but Bobby stabbed two thick fingers in the middle of his tight
chest to silence him.  J.T. obediently took a position standing with both
feet planted to either side of Raul's head, intently watching as Bobby
dropped to a kneeling position on the floor.  Taking hold of the Cuban
boy by the front of his thighs, Bobby roughly pulled Raul close against
him so that his big cock rested directly in the little hunk's love
trough.  No longer on his soap box about the evils of Marsino's strip
club, Raul was positively whimpering like a puppy dog as Bobby dry humped
the exposed valley, running the underside of his super-sized python over
the boy's fuck hole.  Thankfully, foreplay lasted for only a few
moments;  Bobby was all horned-up and ready to fuck---and Raul was more
than ready to be fucked!

Raul's fluttering ass lips kissed Bobby's manhood as he rested his
bulbous cock head directly on the young man's wrinkled pucker.  Using
both thumbs, Bobby pressed on his fat dome and observed the folds of
Raul's rosy hole part like the petals of a flowering bulb as he easily
slid between them.  An incredible wet warmth consumed his buried
mushroom, traveling throughout the length of his massive rod and flooding
his entire groin area.  Anxiously, Bobby repositioned himself and
prepared for a full throttle anal assault on the long-lashed Cuban
cutie.

A slack jawed J.T. observed the hunky Italian rabbit fuck young Raul with
just a couple inches of his ass-stretcher.  When the handsome bottom got
used to it he added a few more, each time making his strokes longer and
faster.  Before long Bobby was grinding his hairy pelvis against the boy,
forcibly plunging his cock deep into the slippery hole.  Raul bit his
luscious lower lip each time the manly cock slammed into him, emitting a
gut-wrenching grunt whenever the big man bottomed out inside him.  Bobby
deep-dicked him with rapid fire thrusts, hammering living hell out of his
prostate and causing the college boy's toes to curl.

"Fuck, yeah!"  Raul managed to mutter through the power pounding.
"That's it, Marsino!  Plow the fuck out of my ass with that big,
beautiful dick of yours."

The dimples in Bobby's chipmunk cheeks deepened as he acknowledged
Raul's appreciation of his prowess.  Gazing up from the boy's dreamy face
he noted J.T. still straddling Raul.  His long, curved cock
was directly in line with Bobby's own face and leaking a virtual river of
pre-cum, which lazily drooled down to pool on Raul's chest.

"Squat, bitch!" Bobby ordered.  "I thought I told you to get your ass
ready?"

Broken from his trance, J.T.'s gaze shot from the hot fucking scene to
quizzically look at the older man.  Suddenly remembering, he widened his
stance and, squatting low, planted his ass directly onto Raul's face.
Raul wasted little time feasting on the tasty offering.  He licked,
lapped and sucked at the widely open ass.  Successfully stabbing his
tongue past J.T.'s tight sphincter, he proceeded to wantonly eat out the
other boy's succulent hole while his own was getting deliciously battered
by one of the most massive cocks he'd ever encountered.

Bobby's fat, nine-inch cock dove into the boy cunt again and again, the
raging force sucking those swollen ass lips inside him and then
distending them outward as they clung to the withdrawing missile.  With
each deep thrust he conquered the ethnic lad with the full length of his
raging pecker.  Big bull's balls slapped against Raul's drenched butt
cheeks each time he rammed the fat fucker through the ravaged fuck
chute.  The young man's body visibly quivered from the severity of the
impact, yet none were willing to call it quits.

Just when Raul didn't think his prostate could take any more, Bobby
ripped his fat hog out of the boy's ass and grabbed hold of J.T.  Pulling
the tall, lanky blond off Raul's face, he wrestled the astonished youth
onto all fours on the floor alongside the well-fucked Cuban.   Hastily
mounted him like a rabid dog, Bobby buried his fat fucker ball's deep in
one savage thrust before J.T. even had a chance to react.  J.T. howled
like a wolf at bay, but Marsino was undeterred.  Pulling all the way
back, he felt J.T.'s spinchter working to eject him.  (What J.T. didn't
know was that all the determined tightening around Bobby's cock head only
intensified the pleasurable sensation.)  Just as his helmet was about to
break free Bobby let out a guttural cry and slammed his meat home.  His
wiry pubic bush mashed against J.T.'s creamy melons as he ground the fat
cock head around inside the wise guy's mushy guts.

No longer the school bully, J.T. was moaning like an expectant mother
giving birth to a twelve pound baby.  A string of obscenities continually
poured from his mouth as Marsino relentlessly fucked his tight hole.

Grabbing a hand full of the blond's hair, he yanked J.T.'s head backwards
and growled through gritted teeth, "Sounds like you need somethin' shoved
in that trap of yours to keep you quiet.  RAUL!  GET OVER HERE AND FEED
THIS BITCH YOUR COCK!"

Raul was up in a shot.  Kneeling in front of J.T. he ran his oozing prick
head over J.T.'s face, smearing cock snot along the taller youth's lips
and cheeks.  With Marsino practically yanking out his hair by the roots,
J.T. had no where to go.  He was defenseless in stopping Raul from
filling his mouth with hot Cuban cock.  J.T. was still shouting and
mumbling, but it felt damned good on Raul's randy prick.  Thrusting his
hips forth and back, Raul set into a steady pace fucking the other
youth's face while Bobby handled matters from the rear.

J.T. hadn't been so royally man-handled since that not-so-long-ago day in
the school john.  His virgin ass had gotten plugged by not one, but two
hard cocks at the same time.  But even those two together couldn't come
close to measuring up to the behemoth which was currently coursing
through his shitter.  Bobby Marsino was definitely one hung Italian
stallion!  And, as much as he was acting as if he didn't like it, J.T.'d
been hungering for another fuck for quite some time now.  And Marsino was
definitely the man to do it.  He now felt a little remorse at having
helped set the dude up with the alcohol control people---although those
actions had led to this thrilling moment.  Everything happens for a
reason, J.T. thought as he groaned, grunted and made a pretense of
breaking free of the stronger man's grasp.  While his false machismo
would never allow him to ask one of his buddies to satisfy the itching
they'd created up his ass, Marsino was a definite candidate for the
future.  As he sucked on Raul's cock, mentally making a mental note to
one day even the score with the little Cuban weasel, J.T. prayed he'd
found himself a daddy right here in good old Genoa City.

Bobby rammed his slick prick in and out of J.T.'s hot, tight ass hole,
thoroughly enjoying his act of dominance over the smart aleck stud pup.
J.T.'s love hole was clamped down tight around his rampant rod, making
for some great fuck friction.  Hunched over the young man's long, lean
body and dripping man sweat all over his smooth back, Bobby power
fucked J.T.'s guts with short, deep jabs.  The whimpers of anguish (or
was it pleasure?) escaping from around the cock stuffed in his mouth told
Bobby that he had amply conquered the boy.

Raul's fingers were buried in J.T.'s thick, ruffled hair, holding the
blond in place while he pounded his tonsils.  J.T. kept his lips wrapped
tightly around the invading cock while Raul furiously fucked his mouth.
The usually docile young man, encouraged by Bobby's aggressiveness,
showed J.T. absolutely no mercy.  Even when the other youth choked and
coughed around his bludgeoning weapon, Raul pressed on with a
full-throttle oral assault.  The once-loose ball bag which had been
slapping J.T. against the chin with each thrust had swollen considerably
and drawn up into a tightened knot between Raul's wet thighs.  Raul was
breathing more heavily now and both boys knew it wouldn't be long before
he lost his nut.  As orgasm began to overtake him, Raul abruptly ceased
his fevered mouth fucking and allowed J.T. to finish the job.  J.T.
greedily gulped up mouthfuls of Cuban cock, sucking Raul off like a
seasoned pro.  His talent was rewarded when Raul's rod exploded, spraying
volumes of hot jizz into his mouth and down his throat.  J.T. ate up
every drop of sweet teen cream, even lapping up the spray ropes drizzling
from the sides of his mouth.

"Fuck, yeah!" Bobby growled and, slamming his huge cock all the way home,
blew his load---scalding the young stud's insides with white hot man
cum.  One huge blast after another rocked the bigger man's body and
literally drenched young J.T.'s ravaged insides.  Bobby's thick cock
pulsed maddeningly against J.T.'s prostate as it unloaded its
treasure, sending the youth into a sex-crazed frenzy.  Without even being
man-handled, J.T.'s long dick erupted, sending wads of fresh teen cream
onto the plush carpeting below him.  Each time he spasmed his asshole
involuntarily tightened around the stiff cock inside him, sending waves
of newfound pleasure through Bobby's body and conjuring up yet another
hot load.

They remained that way until each was completely spent.  Bobby finally
managed to roll off J.T. and lay there on his back, reveling in the glory
of this recent mind-blowing orgasm.  J.T. and Raul wasted little time in
scrambling to each side of the lounging lizard.  Each wrapped a hand
around the base of Bobby's still hard cock as they applied their tongues
to the veiny monster and washed it clean of spent man cum and tasty ass
juices.  Meeting above the pleasure-crown, their mouths hungrily devoured
one another, tongues slipping into mouths and sharing found treasures.

Later, with one teen resting under each of his strong arms as they basked
in their after-sex aura, Bobby chuckled as he chewed on the end of his
cigar.  "Well, boys, I'd say you've passed the audition.  No doubt about
it; ladies' night is coming to Marsino's and youse two are the
headliners."

"Oh yeah?"  J.T. taunted.  "And who says I want to work on your stinkin'
stage?"

"I says," Bobby retorted as he threw his body over the lanky lad.  Raul
jumped atop them and soon the three were a mass of limbs, engaged in
sported wrestling on the posh carpeting of Bobby Marsino's gentlemen's
club.

His liquor license was reinstated a few short weeks later and "ladies
night" proved to be highly successful.  Nearly half of the male student
body at Genoa City University was jockeying for a spot on Marsino's
stage.  Raul and J.T. became his "stars" and even Brittany was
impressed---and perhaps a bit jealous---of her
ex-boyfriend's entertainment skills.  Everyone appeared happy with the
current state of affairs but, as he sat in his office counting the cash
from the previous night's show, Bobby Marsino was formulating other, more
lucrative plans for his two new stars.