Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 20:15:06 -0500 (EST)
From: royale-ity@webtv.net
Subject: Young & Restless Men 2

This is a work of fiction based upon a popular daytime drama.  It does
not make any suggestion about the sexual orientation of the actors who
portray the characters in this story.  You must be of legal age to read
these pages.  The author maintains copyright of this material.  All
characters are the property of CPT Holdings.

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The fiery red convertible zoomed down the highway in total disregard of
speed restrictions, zigzagging between slower traffic.  The latest Phish
CD blared from the high frequency speakers as the young man marked his
course.   With one thick finger he pressed the Armani sunglasses back to
the bridge of his nose and ran a strong hand through his short brown
hair, which was captured by the cool early-evening breeze.  His squared
jaw was set determinedly and his thick full lips were pursed tightly
together.

Nearly missing the diesired exit, he shot the car across two lanes and
skidded into the ramp.  The big tires squealed angrily as he kept
control of the vehicle, maneuvering it onto a lesser-traveled country
road.  One could see for miles on either side of the roadway in this
unspoiled expanse of Genoa City.  Rolling goldenrod fields gave way to
deep green valleys, cattle grazing lazily behind whitewashed wooden
fencing.  Life out here, away from the city, was peaceful and serene.
The expensive red car kicking up dust in its wake seemed terribly out of
place.

Squinting his large blue eyes behind the shades, Nicholas Newman checked
the mile markers, his heart beating with anticipation as he drew nearer
to his quarry.  He had been planning this moment for some time. Yet, as
he grew closer to his moment of reckoning, a foreboding nervousness
invaded his athletic body.  Was he really determined to go through with
this?

It was those images which wouldn't leave his mind---the images of his
father and Bradley Carlton engaged in frenetic sex on the surveillance
monitors out at the Newman ranch. Almost two months ago he had observed
Carlton's Jaguar parked in the driveway and, fearing a confrontation
between the two men, raced over to the main house and let himself in
with his key.  When there appeared to be no evidence of the two men on
the ground floor he had searched the upper level.  That was when he
discovered his father's unlocked study and the somewhat outdated camera
system.  Powering on the monitors, Nicholas was treated to a sight he
sometimes now wished he had never seen.  His father had Bradley chained
in some sort of weird hammock in a bunker somewhere in the bowels of the
house.  Both men were totally nude and Victor was performing a series of
degrading sexual acts upon the younger man, who unconvincingly
protested.  Nick was awed by the physical beauty of the two naked men:
Bradley, gym-toned to perfection; Victor, all hard ranch muscle.
Loosing all control, Nicholas had stripped and jerked himself off to an
earth-shattering climax as he watched his father fuck the firm ass of
Carlton with his huge twelve-inch man tool.

And then events began taking bizarre twists.  Victor reconciled with his
wife, who had been having a torrid affair with the man he had just
deflowered.  Stranger still was Victor's decision to reinstate Carlton
to Newman Enterprises in the capacity of Vice-President.  Young Victoria
Newman, sister to Nicholas, challenged her father on his perplexing
actions but, as usual, Victor was not to be disuaded.  Only Nick, who
had been privy to the basement scene, had some idea as to the underlying
reasons for Victor's motives.    It had been extremely difficult for
Nicholas to maintain eye contact with his father since that fateful
night.  Every time they were in the same room together, all Nick could
see was the sex-driven master dominating the muscle stud slave in the
basement room, all of it captured on video tape.

Nicholas had sat back and watched Carlton breeze back into the company
as though he had never been away. taking on responsibilities which had
been Nick's.  While his father had passed him up for a seat on the board
of directors, Bradley eased right in.  On the surface both men still
appeared to be adversaries, but Nick could see a softening on the
tycoon's part towards the younger man.   He was certain their
disagreements were an act to cover the ungoing sexual compatability the
two men had discovered.

So lost in thought was Nick that he nearly missed the long driveway
which fed off the quiet road to the former Rawlins estate.   The grounds
leading up to the big white house were impeccably manicured.  It seemed
impossible that a man with the heart of a beast could live in such
serene surroundings.  Yet, there was no mistake, this was the home of
Bradley Carlton.

Nicholas brought the car to a squealing halt in front of the main
entranceway.  Looking up at the tall stone columns and massive double
doors, Nick felt a twinge of nervousness.  Perhaps his impromptu visit
was not a good idea.  He wondered if he should simply bury the memories
of his lewd observation far back in the recesses of his mind.  But he
HAD tried.  Nothing seemed to alleviate the  opressive anger, nor could
anything squelch the burning in his loins.

Stepping out of the sports car young Nicholas Newman reached for the
package he had hidden under his seat and, tucking it tightly under his
arm, approached the large stained-glass doors.  Pressing  a thick
forefinger to the dimly lit bell, he heard the tinny sound echo through
the foyer.   After what seemed like an eternity, the door was thrown
open by Carlton.

"Nicholas," he said, surprised, "what are you doing all the way out
here?"

Brad was barely dressed in a black and gold silk knee-length lounging
robe which was open at the waist, revealing matching black silk boxer
shorts.  Nick was momentarily flustered, but managed to utter, "We need
to talk."

Neither man noticed the beat-up rusted pick-up truck just out of view
down the long driveway which had followed Nicholas Newman from the
moment he left the office building in downtown Genoa City.  The man in
the truck scooted down low in his seat, splintered tooth pick working
nervously at the corner of this thin, cruel lips, as he watched young
Nick Newman enter the grandeous home.

Ushered into a large study, Nick was impressed with the masculine feel
of the room.  Highly polished, dark mahogony paneling complimented the
lush brown leather furnishings.  One entire wall had been built into a
bookcase, which was filled with an assortment of bound volumes.  A
wide-screen television dominated the opposite wall, flanked on both
sides by tall French doors leading out to the veranda.  A few scattered
pieces of artwork by lesser known craftsmen adorned the walls, and a
huge stuffed buck's head seemed to plunge right through the paneling
above the mantlepiece.  There was a small fire going in the stone
fireplace,  just enough to ward off the chill of the night air.

Loosely tieing the dangling silk sash around his narrow hips, Brad sat
down on the edge of one leather sofa,  elbows resting on his naked
knees.  The front of his robe remained open enough for Nick to see the
rise of the other man's twin pecs and the deep hollow between his breast
bone.   Fearing for a momemt that he might lose his nerve, Nick belted
out:

"I want to know why my father reinstated you to Newman Enterprises."

Bradley chuckled, "Don't you think that's a question for your father,
Nick?"

Young Nick squinted his icy blue eyes.  "I already know the answer.  I
just wanted to see if you were man enough to fess up to it."

Brad rolled his sultry brown eyes.  "Okay, Nick, what's this really all
about?  Obviously you came out here on a mission, so let's hear it.
What do you think you know?"

Swallowing hard, the moment of truth at hand, Nick removed the brown
paper package from beneath his moist armpit, and thrust it at Brad.
"This should answer your question."

His suspicious eyes trained on young Newman, Brad tore open the package
and glanced downward at the video-tape which fell onto his lap.  Taking
the plastic cassette into his hand, Brad asked, "And just what is this?"

"Merely a copy," Nick retorted in his most snobbish tone,  "See for
yourself."

Intrigued, Brad rose from  his seat and padded barefoot across the thick
carpeting to insert the cassette into the video player.  His eyes
focused on the younger man, Brad returned to his seat and pressed
several buttons on the remote, bringing the mammoth television screen to
life. When the tape began to play, a huge knot suddenly formed in
Carlton's smooth throat.  For there on the screen in glorious
technicolor he observed himself being manhandled by Nick's father,
multi-millionaire Victor Newman.

"W-Where did you get this?"  Brad stammered, his eyes fighting to look
away from the steamy sex depicted on the screen.

"That's not important," Nick shot back.  "What IS important is that I
know exactly how you got your job back through the hold you have over my
father."

Brad's eyes bore into him.  "You know precious little, Nick.  I suggest
you go home to your pretty wife and your happy family and forget all
about this unpleasantness."

Sowly circling the couch, totally ignoring the other man's comments,
Nick went on.  "The one thing I can't figure is why Dad kept you around
after reconciling with Mom."

Brad smirked.  "Okay, Nick.  You think you're man enough to handle the
truth?  I'll tell you the truth, but first I have to take a leak.  You
wait right here and prepare yourself for the whole true story."

Before Nick could respond, Bradley was up and on his way out of the
room.  Turning to look at the twenty-three year old lad, Brad softly
closed the door behind him, leaving Nicholas alone to ponder this turn
of events.

Alone, his bravado crumbled.  Running both hands through his dark hair,
Nicholas cursed himself for allowing Brad to break his control.  This
temporary intermission was allowing Brad time to formulate a counter
attack.  Nick wasn't sure he could maintain his momentum once the other
man returned.  The image of Brad and his father flickered across the
screen:  Victor feeding his arm into the harnessed stud's gaping anus.
Nicholas swallowed heavily, realizing he was in the home of the hot stud
on that television screen---the same hot stud who had provided sexual
satisfaction to both his parents.  As it had been doing with regularity
over the past few weeks, Nicholas' cock bounced to attention inside his
slacks.

"Not again!" he muttered out loud.  No matter where he was, the memory
of his father and Brad flashed into his mind like a recurring nightmare.
Tthe throbbing weapon straining against his zipper was the result and
the damned thing refused to go down until he had given it some lusty
attention.  He couldn't begin to tally the number of times he'd locked
his office door so as to service his meat, or the fevered fuckings he'd
thrown to Sharon when, in actuality, she was the farthest person from
his mind.  This is what Brad and his father had done to him with the
wanton mating at the Newman ranch!  They had turned him into a sex
hungry nymphomaniac!

A thin sweat broke out on Nicholas' brow as  the room became suddenly
stuffy.  Rising, he strode over to one set of french doors, his big cock
visibly outlined in the front of his pants.  As Nick unlatched and
opened one of the glass doors outwards, the owner of the mysterious
pick-up truck flattened himself agianst the outside stone wall, scarcely
daring to breathe lest his presence become known.

Nick was about to step outside onto the veranda for a breath of fresh
air when the door opened and Brad re-entered the room.  His silk robe
was no longer tied closed, but draped provocatively off his shoulders,
displaying his fine sculpted body.  Broad shoulders gave way to strong
pectoral muscles adorned with quarter-sized brown nipples which seemed
to harden for Nick's pleasure.  His young eyes took in the strong
tapered waist and the ripples of the older man's fiercely-worked
abdominal wall.  Thrusting his hands into deep pockets, Nick cleared his
throat, unable to find words.

Nick's nervous observation was not lost on Bradley, who smiled inwardly
and sauntered over to take a seat on the edge of the sofa.  A touch on
the remote control paused the taped action on screen as Brad addressed
young Newman.

"So, Nick," he said quietly.  "Obviously you made this tape for a
reason.  What don't you tell me what it is that you want?"

Thick nostrols flaring with  heavy breathing, Nick could control himself
no longer.  Unfastening his pants, he advanced on Carlton.

"I WANT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THIS!" he demanded as his hard piece of meat
shot out of designer boxer shorts and smacked Bradley right across the
lips.  Reflexively, Carlton reached out and grasped the thick base of
the younger man's prick, affording himself a closer inspection.

The Newman men were hung like the horses in their stables!  Although a
couple of inches shy of his father's twelve-incher,  Nicholas
nonetheless sported an impressive fuck tool.  The smooth rod curved
upward from its nest of dark brown hair; nut sac hanging invitingly
between runner's thighs.  With his other hand Brad cupped the slightly
hairy balls and gently massaged them in his palm, toying with the
duck-egg sized orbs contained in the sac as he began to stroke the
throbbing rod.

"Is this what you wanted, Nick?"  Brad asked, looking up into the boy's
baby blues. "You want me to jerk your big Newman cock?  You want me to
wrap my hand around your sweaty meat and play with it until  you shoot
your hot load all over my face?"

"Oh, yeah," Nicholas sighed, his fat blood-engorged dick pulsating
wildly.

"Or maybe," Brad continued, rubbing a palm over the huge mushroom head
and making the boy quiver in ecstasy, "maybe you'd like me to take it in
my mouth and suck the cum out of you.  Would you like me to wrap my lips
around this monster and swallow it down my throat?"

"YEAH!" Nick shouted.  "DO IT!"

Brad spat out at the big cock, allowing his hand to slide easily up and
down the sensitive flesh.
"And what if I decide to stop right now and send you home to your wife?"

Nick froze for a moment, but the hands working his sex organs felt so
very good that he refused to allow Carlton to bring the festivities to a
halt.

"I have that tape," Nick reminded him, nodding his head in the direction
of the television screen.  "I'll destroy you if I have to."

His eyes never leaving Nick's, Brad leaned forward and ran his tongue
around the rubbery crown of the huge cockhead pointed at him.  "How can
you use that tape against me, Nick, when your daddy would be exposed,
too?"

"I don't care," Nick panted.  "The bastard deserves to be punished for
what he's done to our family!  Now, shut up and SUCK MY DICK!!!"

Having achieved the desired response, Bradley willingly obliged.  Up
until a matter of weeks ago he had never even considered taking another
man's privates into his mouth but over the past few weeks he had
mastered the technique of oral love while positioned between the strong,
hairy thighs of Victor Newman.  And now the man's son was demanding he
extend his talents from father to son.

He licked across the helmet of the younger man's priok, deliberately
dragging his tongue across the indentation of the wide piss-slit and
watched as Nick's eyes rolled back in their sockets, his swollen lips
parted suggestively.
Popping the huge knot into his warm mouth, he fastened his lips under
the rim of the knob and sucked on the bulbous joint..  Young Nick
immediately began oozing delicious pre-cum, which Brad sloshed  with his
own saliva to give the guy a wet tongue bath.  Backing off the top of
Newman's missile, Brad slid his long tongue down the thick cord on the
underside of the swollen shaft and licked his way upwards until he had
devoured the drooling head once again.  His hands continued to
alternately stroke the fat manmeat and tug at the heavily perspiring
ball sac.

Groaning with pleasure, Nick brought his hands to the back of Bradley's
head and forced him deeper onto the pulsating cockshaft.  Brad gulped
down over half of the thick length.  The demanding head of the massive
organ pushed at the back of his throat while Bradley ran his tongue over
the hard, hot flesh embedded in his face.  Brad bobbed his head up and
down on the pulsing cock, managing to take more of the beefstick down
his throat.

Nicholas Newman was in awe at how wonderful the sensual lips of Bradley
Carlton felt on his rigid prick.  His own wife found oral sex
distasteful, but his father's male slut appeared to thrive on the taste
of cock.  He coudln't take his eyes off the sight of Brad eagerly
devouring his manhood.  In fact, both men were so enthralled with their
unbridled lust that neither noticed the shadowy figure standing at the
open french doors.

To Nick's disappointment, Brad came up off his starving cock.  Still
stroking the hardened meat, he seductively looked up into the younger
man's lust-crazed face and said, "I'll bet you'd love to fuck me with
this big fat club."

Nick swallowed hard.  "YOU BET, CARLTON!  I WANT TO FUCK THE MANPUSSY MY
FATHER WIDENED FOR ME!"

Slipping out of his silk boxers, Brad fell back on the sofa and, lifting
those muscular thighs, reached down to spread his glutes and reveal the
tight pucker of his asshole.  Nick nearly fell over himself in his haste
to strip stark naked and position his bulging cockhead at the entrance
of Bradley's fuckchute.  With one quick thrust, the sensitive head of
his shaft popped through the tight ass ring and penetrated the slick
depths of Carlton's love tunnel.  For a fleeting moment, Nick wondered
how Brad's asshole came to be so well lubricated, but the other man's
inner muscles pulled at his manmeat and caused young Nicholas to lose
all thought of reason.  He began to pump inch after inch of fat Newman
dick into the inviting asshole of the other man.

"COME ON NICK!"  Bradley groaned.  "I CAN TAKE IT, MAN!  I TOOK ALL OF
YOUR FATHER AND HE'S BIGGER THAN YOU!  GIVE IT TO ME!  FUCK YOUR DADDY"S
MAN-WHORE ASS!"

With an animal shout, Nick gritted his teeth and slammed his entire
ten-inches into the yawning fuck-hole, his big balls slapping widly
against his partner's flesh.  Bradley's gym-toned body writhed madly
beneath him as he fucked his pole in and out of the hot, moist hole.
Excited by how differently---in fact, how much better---a man's ass felt
as opposed to his wife's pussy, Nick fucked Bradley with wild abandon
and  Bradley expertly met each fierce thrust, sexually charged with the
knowledge that he'd been  laid by both Newman men.

The full width of Nick's crank plowed the seemingly endless depths of
Brad's rosy hole.  As the younger man burrowed the fat poker deep in his
belly, Brad's slick chute gripped the invading battering ram for a tight
fuck.  Groans of pleasure emitted from Carlton's throat as young Newman
hammered his prostate with that massive jackhammer, deep-dicking him
relentlessly.  The fat cock twitched excitedly in the well-traveled
butthole, the thick vein under Nick's shaft beating with passion and
driving the other man wild with desire.  Brad Carlton had pleasurably
serviced many women in his thirty-odd years, including the mother of the
boy whose fucktool was deliciously plowing him, but the Newman men had
turned him into a cock-hungry male whore.

A warm feeling invaded Nicholas'  belly and the load in his big boy's
balls churned uncontrollably.  The simmering in his huge nuts reached
the boiling point and Nick could hold back no longer.  Burying his shaft
to the hilt, Newman shot load after load of hot spunk into Carlton's
guts.  His athletic body tensed with each orgasm as streams of jism
coated the inner chamber of Bradley's shitter.  Brad tightened his
rectal muscles around the spasming tool, forcing more goo to flood his
asshole.

Cock still buried in the other man's sex-soaked region, Nick collapsed
atop Brad's muscular body, the points of the older man's hardened
nipples stabbing at his chest and the hardness of Brad's own leaking
prick poking at his flat belly.  Breathing heavily from the exertion,
Nick's sweet breath only served to increase Brad's libido.  His thick
arms came up to fondle the strong flesh of Nick's own biceps as he
grinded his pelvis against the other man.  Nick had thrown him a
noteworthy fuck.

The intruder at the doorway smirked evily at the intriguing scene he had
just observed and returned the stolen camera back to the pocket of his
flannel jacket.  He had known that if he was patient his surveillance of
Newman would pay off, but never suspected this to be his final reward.
Stepping back out into the darkness, the man was about to leave when his
attention  was diverted to the heavy wooden door, which was now swinging
inward.  It looked as though the sex puppies were about to have company!
Remaining out of sight in the darkness of the night, he adjusted the
bandana covering his greasy hair and waited for the visitor's presence
to be known.

The back of the leather sofa was facing the man as he quietly advanced
on the two younger men and stood directly behind them, looking down on
the sweating bodies lounging together in the aftermath of their union.
His beating heart returning to normal, Nick started to rise, ungluing
his chest from Brad's heaving pectorals, when he spotted the intruder.

"DAD!"  he exclaimed, big blue eyes widened in horror, locking on the
cool gaze of Victor Newman.  "Wh--Where did you come f-from?"

"Your father's been here the whole while," Brad offered, running his
hands up Nick's smooth chest, asshole clutching at the still-erect
prick.  "When I left the room earlier it wasn't to take a piss, but to
let him know you were here.  The rest was Victor's idea."

"That will be enough, Bradley,"  Victor droned in his deep monotone.
"I'll handle my boy from here, alright? Okay?"

"Whatever you say, Victor," Brad replied with a self-satisfied smile.

The older Newman nodded towards the frozen images on the television
screen and addressed his son.  "So you thought you'd resort to a little
blackmail, did you, my boy?"

"I---I---"  The words remained frozen in young Nicholas' throat.
Although his fearful eyes remained locked with his father's, Nick was
aware that Victor Newman had entered the room buck naked.  The sight of
his naked parent combined with the flexing of Brad's ass on his rigid
pecker placed young Nick in an awkward position.  He had literally been
caught red-handed with his cock in the cookie jar!

And then a new realization dawned on the younger man.  Earlier he had
noticed the wet slickness inside Carlton's asshole, as if the stud had
lubricated in anticipation of their coupling.  If Victor had been at the
house prior to Nick's arrival, then the two must have been fucking!  The
juicy love canal Nick now occupied had, less than an hour before, been
filled with his own father's big, hard dick.

"No need to deny it, all right?" Victor went on.  "I've been standing
outside that door the entire time."  The gigantic head of his leaking
prick bobbing up over the top of the sofa back attested to this fact.

Continuing to run his hands over Nick's rising chest, across his
quivering arms, up along his tapered lats, Brad longed for the party to
commence. His own throbbing eight-incher was in desperate need of
attention.
"Gee, Victor," he said, "how should we deal with this young
extortionist?"

Raising his thick eyebrows, Newman's eyes twinkled as he responded,
"Bradley, old boy, I'm sure you will enjoy what I have in store for my
son."  With that he began to move from the back of the sofa.  Nicholas'
eyes followed his father as he came around to stand directly behind
them.

Without warning, Victor encircled Nick's waist with one strong arm,
holding him down at the small of the back with the other, and yanked him
away from the other man's body.   Nick's prick popped out of Bradley's
well-fucked hole as he was pulled down to the floor, his knees resting
on the plush carpet, hands clutching onto Carlton's bulging thighs,
Bradley's waving wand only inches from his face.

One arm still around his son's trim waist to hold him in place, Victor
reached under Nicholas' chest and easily thrust three beefy fingers into
the relaxed rosebud of Bradley's oozing asshole.  Brad grunted sexily,
his dark-lashed eyelids sinking to half-mast at the welcome touch of his
master.  Finger-fucking the chiseled Adonis brieftly, Victor withdrew
his digits which were now heavily coated with a mixture of lubricant and
cum.  Nick's cock juice seeped from the stretched hole.  Scooping up a
handful of the pungent body fluids, Victor smeared it into the crack of
his son's ass.

Nicholas flinched at his father's unexpected touch, but Victor held him
tightly in place as he massaged the recycled joy juice against the boy's
raisin.

"D-Dad.......I don't think..........we should
be......doing........this," he huskily stammered.

Victor responded by roughly pushing a finger through his tightly
clenched asslips.  Nicholas gasped, holding onto the intruding digit
with a vise-like grip.  The boy was awfully tight, Victor thought.  He
could hardly wait to feel that firm virgin ass stretching to accomodate
his fat twelve inches and to hear the sound of his macho son's sighs and
moans as he was powerfully fucked by his father.  After momentarily
allowing the young man to get used to his finger, Victor inserted
another into the wriggling tailpipe.  The inviting butthole clamped down
hard as Nicholas grunted in discomfort, prompting Victor to move his big
fingers in and out of the handsome chasm.

Stroking his healthy-sized prick as he leaned back on the sofa, one arm
behind his head, Bradley cooed,  "If you want to trade places Nicky-boy,
just let me know."

"FUCK YOU, CARLTON!"  Nick hissed between clenched teeth as his father
drove another finger into his fiery butt, pistoning the foxhole with
increased vigor.  The boy was beginning to loosen; in fact, his sweet
booty was now coiling around the three fingers buried up to the knuckle,
apparently trying to suck more of Victor inside  him.  As Victor located
and placed pressure upon his son's prostate, Nicholas whimpered like a
schoolboy and oozed a thick stream of pre-cum onto the carpeting between
Brad's legs.  His fuck-hole relaxed, Nick tentatively rocked his body
backwards, riding the palm of his father's big hand.

Abruptly withdrawing from the now-primed manhole, Victor scooped up more
of the abundant natural lubricant from between Brad's legs and fisted it
onto his bulging member.  Spreading his son's buttocks wide, he aimed
the apple-sized head of his prick against the
shiny lips of the shitter before him and pressed.  Nick shouted loudy as
the enormous helmet of his father's cock slipped through his sphincter
and invaded the chute.  Showing no mercy, Victor continued to slide inch
after fat inch of daddy dick into the tight, moist tunnel until he was
firmly entrenched in his son's guts, coarse pubic hairs brushing against
firm glutes.

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nicholas bellowed, certain that the huge
rubbery head would soon come up from his throat.  Victor slowly pulled
out, allowing Nick to feel every millimeter of cock unclogging his body
before plunging back in, drilling to the farthest depths of the virgin
hole.  His hips began to slam harder and faster, brutally banging into
Nicholas' yielding poopchute with his veiny battering ram.

Horny beyond belief as he watched father and son fuck in front of him,
Brad slapped his leaking dick against the sides of Nicholas' face.  The
erotic look of the boy as he was ridden by the mighty Newman dick caused
Brad to feel a twinge of jealousy.

"Suck Bradley's cock!" Victor ordered.  When the boy failed to respond,
Victor rammed his horsecock with such force that Nick's knees lifted
from the floor.  Stretching his jaws, he took the thick slab of
Brad-meat into his panting mouth.  His tongue traveled along the length
of the slick shaft as Brad bucked his hips, pumping the rod through
Nick's wet, swollen lips.  Acclimating himself to the foreign taste of
the heavy dew streaming from Carlton's piss-slit, Nicholas was soon
lapping at the sticky sweetness and swallowing it down.  His mouth
sucked on the swollen head and slid down the mighty shaft, meeting
Brad's every thrust.

Confident that his son had been tuned into a sex slut, Victor settled in
to a fevered fucking.  His thick, heavy shaft plowed into unchartered
territory, plunging from a multitude of angles, stuffing young Nick with
daddy cock.  He fucked hard and fucked deep, savage cries of pent-up
lust passing from his weathered lips.   Showing no mercy to his boy,
Victor battered the hot slick man-pussy with long forceful strokes.

The harder Victor plowed him, the more eagerly he sucked on Carlton's
ivory tower.  The crown of the other man's prick was buried in the
depths of his throat, his nose deeply entrenched in sweat-soaked pubic
hair, big dangling balls resting on the cleft of his chin.  Contracting
neck muscles, Nick gave Brad a tight throat fuck.  Bradley had his hands
entwined in Nick's thick chestnut hair, holding the lad's head firmly
onto his crotch.  Looking up into the face of Victor Newman, he could
easiy detect the sex pig's satisfaction at ravaging his own son's ass.

Lost in a series of new and thrilling sensations, Nicholas watched as
Bradley leaned forward and met Victor's face directly over his heaving
body.  The two men locked lips, tongues sloshing together hungrily as
they shared their connection through young Nick.  It was more than he
could take.  Panrting and groaning around the stiff cock thrusting into
his mouth, Nick fisted his ten-inch cock to its second orgasm of the
night.  As his dick shot all over the floor, Nick's asshole clenched on
the invading prick up his ass, which proved to be the final straw for
his dad.

"OH YES, SON!" Victor shouted in his thick German brogue.  "YOU'RE GOING
TO MAKE YOUR FATHER CUM!  I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR SWEET, HOT BOY ASS!
HERE IT COMES! AHHH! AHHHHHHHH! ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Thick hot wetness splashed against the inner walls of Nicholas' rectum,
massive loads of daddy spunk flooding his shitter.  The released load
served to make the hole even slicker as Victor continued to hammer his
jerking machine-gun deep into his son's guts, filling him with the seed
which had created him.

As the father and son shared their family orgasm, Brad felt the familiar
tightness in his big scrotum and watched as the good-looking boy brought
him  closer to release.  Every nerve in his shaft felt suddenly alive
and the cum boiled upwards from his swollen nuts.

"LOOK OUT!  I'M GONNA CUM!" he managed to shout as his body began to
contort on the masculine leather sofa.

Quckly leaning down, Victor whispered into his son's ear, "Take his
load, boy.  Make your father proud, okay?"

Brad's first healthy shot of love juice shot directly down his throat.
Wads of boiling jizz erupted from his tool to fill Nicholas' mouth.  The
younger man swallowed load upon load of Bradcum, the overflow dripping
seductively from the corners of his  mouth as Carlton unloaded his hunky
balls.  Eager to please his father, Nick continued to lick the crimson
rod long after Brad was spent, squeezing the final drop of spunk into
his mouth.  And then, he surprised both men by lifting Bradley's hunky
thighs and planting his lips over the other man's shitter, sucking the
remains of his cum from the oozing asshole.

Victor had to pull his son away from Brad's hole.  Grasping him by the
hair and wrapping one arm around his chest, he pressed Nicholas against
him and planted his lips firmly on the sex-soaked lips of his son.
Their tongues danced together as father and son acknowledged a new and
exciting facet of their lives together.

Outside, the intruder slipped away from the Carlton home and quietly
made his way across the expansive lawn to his hidden pickup truck.   He
allowed the vehicle to coast down the driveway a safe distance away
before starting the engine.  Touching the camera in his pocket, a
self-satisfied smile crossed his unshaven face as he returned to Genoa
City.