Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2000 22:59:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: royale-ity@webtv.net
Subject: Young & Restless Men 8

Well, men, here we go again!  It hardly seems possible that what started
as a single short story has spawned seven additional chapters.  The
swarm of positive responses from readers like yourself has stroked me
(!) into continuing this story and will, I am sure, continue to be my
driving force.  Once again, if you are a minor you are forbidden from
reading this hunk of fiction which bears no truth as to the sexual
orientation of the hunks who portray the original characters, all of
which are owned by CPT Holdings.  'nuff said, now let's get to it . . .
.. .

Oh yeah, copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale

The raging hot poker pressing down the length of his thigh and
threatening to burst through the seams of his trousers forced John
Abbott to shift uncomfortably in his seat.  At the head of the long
mahogony table mediating over another Jabot board meeting, John appeared
to be the always-in-control President of his company.  Yet every time he
glanced to his immediate right and caught sight of his eldest son, Jack,
his sixty-something-year-old cock pulsed maddeningly within its sweaty
confines.  Although he was nearing senior citizen status, John felt like
a cockstruck pubescent schoolboy.   A multitude of lascivious thoughts
flashed through the older man's mind, increasing the longing to reach
down under the table, release his throbbing manhood from captivity and
aggressively stroke it to satisfaction.

The patriarch of the wealthy Abbott family, John Abbott was a decidedly
handsome man for his age.  Tall and angular, with swept back silver hair
and strong, chiseled cheekbones accentuating his aristocratic face, he
was still considered attractive by  women who traveled in his social
circle.  He lived in the glamorous world of the cosmetics industry and
had resorted to a bit of reconstructive surgery to enhance his aging
features, losing a few years with the process.   Despite the restoration
of his classy good looks,  the disappointment of his last failed
marriage had kept John out of circulation and away from the clutches
(and boudoirs) of would-be female admirers.  Indeed, John had begun to
wonder if he'd lost his sexual prowess.  That is, until the night
several weeks ago when he'd unexpectedly returned home and discovered
his sons on the family sofa.  His prick had seldom been soft since!

A business dinner in town...entertaining a business competitor who drank
too much....the lumpy hotel bed....restless....driving home to more
comfortable accomodations...parking in the rear...silently entering
through the back pantry...a sound from the living room
sofa...Jack...passed out....drunk....nude....teen aged Billy devouring
his body....sucking ... eating ass...fucking....cum all over the place
... jerking off watching his boys...jerking off for the first time in a
long, long time...

The image would not leave his mind.  Even in sleep, John saw his two
equally handsome sons engaged in varied sexual acts.  It didn't matter
that older son Jack was an unaware participant in the late-night
seduction.  In his ensuing incestuous fantasies, Jacko became the
aggressor and turned the tables on baby brother Billy time and again.
Always, John awakened at the point of ejaculation from his "wet dream",
just as he had some fifty years before!  These reawakened male yearnings
both excited and frightened him at the same time.  On one hand, he was
thrilled by these new thunderous orgasms, but on the other hand he
feared the control his kowledge now held over him.  Popping a boner by
simply glancing at his eldest son over the boardroom table was one
thing.  But running into young Billy every day was quite another!

His sixteen-year-old blonde, blue-eyed son positively reeked of fresh,
undaunted and unbridled sexuality.  John had developed a new fondness
for the intoxicating boy scent of Billy.  He took great pleasure in
secretively observing the reed-thin youth's mannerisms, practically
salivating at the boy's perpetually parted, pouting lips and his
seductive, steely-blue gaze. The nights he had discovered his son on a
midnight kitchen raid, dressed only in his boxer shorts and undershirt,
proved to be most difficult.  How he longed to reach out, rip down those
shorts and plant his tool straight up the lad's fuckhole!    A hasty
retreat is what always followed, as John's old but eager cob was hastily
popping to erection.   Throwing himself across his king-sized bed, John
humped a tower of soft pillows while imagining himself plowing little
Billy's butt, bringing himself to a roaring climax each time.

Absently listening to board member Jill, young Billy's mother and John's
ex-wife, once again attempting to make her warped opinions heard, John
longed for the meeting to be adjourned.  The straining fuck muscle
between his thighs needed to be released and manhandled until it shot
its gut wrenching spouts of virile jism and gave him some relief until
he became horny again.

Jackie and Jill were arguing heatedly across the polished wooden table
while level-headed Ashley tried to comprehend both sides of the issue.
John could have cared less about their debate; all that concerned him
was the big, wet sex club dripping against his warm thigh.  Slipping one
hand under the table, John grasped his hardened meat through the fabric
of his trousers and felt it pulse at his touch.  While the other board
members continued their loud discussion, John stroked the length of
burning flesh which valiantly tried to rise against the restraining
slacks.  As his other hand fumbled with the silver zipper and released
his jutting prick, John had a delicious sense of mischievousness.  While
his two children waged the wars of Jabot Cosmestics with their evil
stepmother, their silver-haired father was pounding his pud under the
table!

The fat head of his pecker had turned an ugly shade of purple from
excitement; his wide piss slit opening to produce a clear tear of
pre-cum.  His gorgeous slab of daddy fuckmeat was leaking like a faucet
in no time as his eyes fixed on his handsome son, Jack.  An image passed
through his memory of the older Abbott boy lying naked and spread-eagled
on the living room sofa while young Billy bounced up and down on his
dick, finally succeeding in forcing the solid member to erupt its
brother seed in his ass.  His old hand slid up and down along the
hardened surface, beating himself off as he gazed with glassy lovestruck
eyes at the solidly built form of his eldest son. . . . . .

Suddenly, without warning, a yellow no. 2 pencil slipped from Jackie's
thick fingers and dropped lazily down until it bounced once on the plush
carpeting before settling at his feet.  Jack absently pushed out his
chair and leaned down to retrieve the writing implement.  Grasping the
pencil between two fingers, he began to come up from under the table
when his icy blue eyes happened to fix on the space between his father's
spread thghs and the tumescence of flesh being tamed there.  Swallowing
hard, Jack rose until just the bridge of his nose was visible from the
table top and locked eyes with his father.

John boldly held Jack's gaze, neither of the men flinching.  The room
seemed to disintegrate into star filter.  Ashley and Jill merely became
two far away voices, oblivious to the presence of the two Abbott men.
An aura seemed to glow around smilin' Jack, who slowly and dramatically
flicked his long pink tongue across his slick upper lip.  John winked at
his boy, a seductive smile forming on his lined patrician face.  Jackie
responded by once again dipping out of sight, only this time he came off
his chair and slid under the table!  Crawling on all fours, he crossed
the small expanse of carpeting until he was kneeling between his
father's thighs!

John felt the big, soft hand take hold of his drooling dick and offer a
few cursory strokes along the rigid fleshpole.  Shifting in his seat,
John slid lower to allow Jack easier access to his tortured groin.  The
fortyish boy was pumping his big daddy's dick with one hand as he toyed
with John's low-hanging nut-sac with the other.  Gobs of healthy
cockjuice were boiling out of the quivering cock and running down its
stiffened length.  When John felt his son's hot tongue on his tingling
tool, lapping up all the daddy jizz, it was almost more than he could
bear!  His head fell back against the tall leather seat as his eyes
rolled heavenward and a loud, sexual groan fell from his parted lips.
Miraculously, neither of the two women in the room seemed to realize
what was happening.  He cold hear their voices somewhere in the distance
but was unable to bring their features into focus.

Jackie's mouth traveled along the shaft with long, hungry strokes.
Finally reaching the fat, swollen head, he formed his lips around it and
slid it with deliberate swiftness into his mouth.  His tongue worked on
his father's prick, teasing the sensitive shaft into ultimately
releasing a big daddy load down his throat.  Jack's pink lips surrounded
John's thickness as he gave the long-neglected crank a thorough tongue
bath, sliding more and more of it down his gobbling throat.  John buried
his hands in his son's silky hair and ground his pelvis upward, planting
all eight inches into Jack's face-hole.  Jack went nuts on the rigid
rod, gulping at it with the muscles in his throat while his lips worked
on the hairy root.  John's pre-cum slid easily down Jack's throat as he
steadily began to fuck his son's handsome face.

They worked in unison:  John thrusting his pelvis up into Jack's mouth
while the boy-man slammed his face down onto the engorged weapon.  The
pumping grew harder, but Jack had no problem taking every inch of daddy
meat.  Leaning back in his chair, the older man had a clear view of his
son happily sucking on his cock under the table.  His shiny,
saliva-soaked schlong was buried time and again between those luscious
man lips.  The look in Jackie's steely-blue eyes as he gazed longingly
up at his father was one of sheer sexual euphoria!

An intense heat was roaring in his bloated balls and searing through his
gut.  His sighs soon became short, loud cries as he felt the cum boiling
up the length of his fuckpole, anxious to blast free and drown Jackie in
daddy cum.  The boy was sucking violently now, as if he knew his reward
was soon to be at hand.  John's head rocked from side to side on the
leather chair back as his groin tensed and then released, a molten
explosion of man juice erupting from his gasping cock-slit. . . . .

"Dad?  DAD!  What's the matter, Dad?"

John heard the voice as though from a great distance.  Focusing, he
looked across the table at Jack and stammered, "W-What did you say,
Jackie?"

"Dad, we were looking for your take on this situation but you seemed
like you were a million miles away," his handsome son replied.

John cleared his throat as he valiantly attempted to return his jutting
cock to the confines of his trousers without raising    suspicions.  "I
think we have gone around and around on this situation," he managed.
"I'm adjourning this discussion until a future date.  I think we all
need to sit back and hash the matter over in our own minds."

Jill and Ashley gathered up their portfolios and departed the meeting
room.  Jack rose and started to leave, but came back over to slap his
father affectionately on the arm---the same arm that was holding onto
his pulsing bulge.

"Are you really okay, old guy?" Jack asked, concern etched on his
good-looking face.

John forced a nervous smile.  "Jackie, I'm fine.  Now go on and get out
of here."

Giving his father one last worried look, Jack winked and turned on his
heel.  When the boy had finally left the room, John breathed a heavy
sigh of relief.  What was he thinking of?  Exposing his prick during a
board meeting and openly masturbating in the presence of his family
while becoming transfixed in a fantasy involving his own flesh and
blood?  How easily he could have been caught in the action!  John didn't
understand what was happening to him lately.  All he knew was that he
had to get ouf of the office and away from Jack!

Informing his secretary that he would be taking a late lunch, John left
the Jabot building and hailed a cab out on the busy street.  He gave an
address to old Hank, the familiar cab driver, and sat back in the seat
pondering his plight.

"Two nice boys you got there, Mister Abbott," the old man spoke,
startling John from his thoughts.

"I-I'm sorry, Hank," he stammered,  "You were saying something?"

The cab driver's white head bobbed in ackowledgement.  "Yes, sir, Mr.
Abbott.  I was just saying that you raised yourself some mighty fine
boys."

Could the old codger be reading his thoughts, John wondered.  "Why do
you say that, Hank?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, you know me, Mr. Abbott," the man replied, suddenly
sheepish.  "I don't like to be tellin' tales about my fares."

John smiled inwardly at the man's obvious pride in his discretion.  "I
take it Jack has used your fine cab service recently," he guessed.

"Yup, that's right, Mr. Abbott.  And I got him home safe and sound as
always," the older man winked into his rearview mirror.

John took another stab into the dark.  "I take it this is the night a
few weeks ago when Jackie was somewhat incapacitated in his driving
abilities."

Old Hank winked again conspiratorially.  "Nothing wrong with gettin
snockered every now and then when you're a young buck.  Sure wish'd I'd
had a little brother to help me out of them scrapes, though."

John frowned, "You mean my other son, Billy?"

"Yessir, Mr. Abbott," the driver replied, pulling off the highway and
into the parking lot of Gina's Place.  "The blonde one in private
school. He come runnin' outa the house wearin' nuthin' but his underwear
and helped poor Jack into the house.  Old Hank tried to help them out,
that I did!  And I told that young Billy to take care of his big
brother!"

And Billy had taken the man's words literally!  John didn't know if he
should scold the old coot or thank him.  Instead, he paid old Hank his
fare, tipping him generously, and made his way into the warm and welcome
comfort of Gina's establishment.

The restaurant was quiet at this time of the afternoon, mid-way between
lunch and dinner crowds.  A few tables in the dimly lit, almost romantic
dining room were occupied and a local businessman or two was parked at
the long polished bar.  John took a seat at an inconspicuously placed
table and ordered a scotch and soda from the waiter.  Normally John
didn't imbibe in the spirits, but today he was making an exception.
Perhaps, he thought, he might make more than one exception.

John was well into his third cocktail when a figure suddenly loomed in
front of him, a tall mustached figure in a smart black business suit.

"Well, hello, John.  Fancy meeting you here," Victor Newman greeted as
the men shook hands.  "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Please, sit," John replied, taken by surprise at the unexpected
encounter with his friendly, but ruthless, business rival.

Although the two men were nearly equal in age, there was little else
similar about them.   Silver-haired John Abbott stood tall, thin and
aristocratic, while Victor Newman's dark thick locks were only slightly
streaked with grey, his body tight, tanned and muscled from years of
ranching and shadow boxing.  Although their companies functioned in
direct opposition, each man held the upmost respect for the other.
History was long and complicated between the Abbotts and the Newmans,
but in the relaxing sanctuary of Gina's Place conversation was pleasant,
if not cursory.

"John," Victor said, after a long pause, "I sense something is troubling
you.  I hope there isn't trouble on the home front."

John Abbott sipped at his fifth cocktail of the afternoon, his quota
long ignored.  The intoxicating effects of the liquor were working their
miraculous effect on his senses.   "I'm feeling quite fine, Victor.
Quite fine, indeed."

"Yes, I can see that, old friend," Victor replied, pointing a thick
finger to the empty glass in front of the other man.  "It's not like you
to tie one on in a public place.  More like something your son might do.
We've known each other a long time, man.   Maybe I can help, okay?  Why
don't you tell me what's troubling you, alright?"

John sighed deeply, focusing on the ruggedly handsome man across the
table.  "You couldn't begin to understand, Victor.  A man like you ...
flitting from romance to romance ... a man like you knows nothing about
self-depravation ... about years without feeling any urges ... and then
suddenly ..."

Victor raised a thick eyebrow.  "So the beast has become restless, has
he?  And just when you were beginning to think those days were done,
isn't that right?"

"YES!"  John nearly shouted, the alcohol allowing him to be more
revealing than he might normally have been.  "I can't remember being
this aroused since I was a high-school youth.  I'm hard all the time!
I masturbate three to four times a day!   Victor, sometimes I have to
pull the car over to the side of the road on the drive home!  There's a
part of me that thinks this is all wrong, yet I'm fearful of it ending!"

Victor was amused by John's candor.  Pressing on, he posed the obvious
question.  "And who has sparked these hidden desires within you, my
friend?"

John grew silent, contemplating his answer.  Shaking his head from side
to side, he responded between clenched teeth, "NO!  It's wrong, it's SO
VERY WRONG!"

Victor placed his strong hand on top of John's, "There is nothing wrong
in physical attraction, John.   Who?"

"MY SON!"  the wealthy businessman blurted out.   "My youngest son,
Billy!   I walked in on him one night while he was having sex with ...
with another boy and I haven't been able to get my mind off him since!"
Even in his inebreated state, John knew well enough to leave Jack's name
out of the revelation.  Victor and Jack Abbott were mortal enemies, and
John would not supply Victor with any potential ammunition to use
against his son.

Victor leaned back in his seat.  "I see," he said slowly, his dark eyes
suddenly twinkling in the dim restaurant light.

Realizing the fatal error he might have made in trusting Newman with his
incestuous thoughts, John sought damage control.  "Victor, if you
breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll deny everything . .. "

Victor waved a hand in front of him.  "Don't be silly, John.  We've been
friends for too long.  Besides, I think you should fuck your son.
There's nothing quite like the sensation of your enlarged penis piercing
the hungry lips of your boy's rectum."

"VICTOR!"  John gasped, incredulous.  "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?"

Victor stared into the other man's searching eyes as he responded.   "My
son Nicholas and I discovered each other earlier in the year and I've
been fucking him regularly ever since.  There is no one ... absolutely
no one, John ... who can love you better than your own son."

John Abbott was speechless.  The image of Victor porking his handsome
son had created an instantaneous erection which he gripped with one hand
under the table.

Victor noticed the abrupt movement from his business rival.  "That's
right, John.   You keep stroking that piece of meat whenever the desire
overcomes you, okay?   But, know this, my good man, no amount of
self-gratification can measure that joyous moment when your son actually
wraps his sweet lips around your leaking prick."

John sighed heavily, sliding lower in the seat, blatantly rubbing his
stiffer through the fine fabric of his trousers.  "How, Victor?" he
mumbled.  "How can I ever make that happen?"

Victor smiled devilishly.  "You just leave that to me, old man.  You
just leave that to me."

Later that night, in the privacy of the tack room on the Newman Estate,
a plan was devised to make John's sexual fantasy a reality.  It was
several weeks more before  opportunity allowed the calculated plan to
reach fruition.



Blonde, blue-eyed and boyishly cute at sixteen years of age, Billy
Abbott nonetheless found himself the odd man out.  He had taken a cab
into town to meet friends at Crimson Lights, the fashionable coffee
house frequented by the upscale crowd at the the academy he attended.
Five minutes became ten, ten minutes became a half an hour, and soon
Billy realized he'd been waiting for his group for nearly an hour!   A
few quick calls from his cellular phone revealed one mishap after
another for Raul, Brittany, Rhiana, Mac and the others, who all were
suddenly unable to meet for "Smoothie's" and conversation.

Billy was totally bummed out by the change of events.  He was bored and
restless at home and had no desire to return to the Abbott estate. A
flash of naughty brightness brought a thin smile to his face as he
thought of hooking up with nasty fuck-buddy J.T. and spewing some ball
juice.  He was about to dial the wise guy's number when a heavy hand
squeezed his shoulder, followed by a friendly slap on the back.  Billy
looked up and over his shoulder at a smiling Nick Newman, owner of the
coffee house and son of the wealthy and feared Victor Newman.

"Hey there, Billy," the good-looking young man greeted as he took a seat
at the table.  "Looks like you're all alone tonight.  Where's that cute
little girl friend of yours?"

"Brit couldn't make it," Billy explained.  "Neither could any one else,
for that matter.  Guess I'm just gonna have to get a cab and call it a
night."

Nicholas seized the opportunity.   "No need for that," he said quickly.
The dimples in the sides of his cheeks deepened as he smiled invitingly.
"I was just about to head for home.  I'd be happy to give you a lift!"

"Gee, thanks, Nick," Billy returned the smile.  "I'd appreciate that.
As long as it's not out of your way, that is."

"It'll be my pleasure," the twenty-three year old Newman heir responded
with a hint of suggestion which went unnoticed by the younger boy.
Tossing Billy the keys to his car, Nick said,  "You go on ahead.  I have
a quick call to make and I'll meet you outside."

The smile vanished from Nicholas' face as soon as the young boy left the
building.  Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the cell phone and
pressed several digits.  The phone rang precisely three times before it
was answered on the other end.

"I have the target," Nick spoke low into the mouth piece.  "We're headed
out to the ranch now, Dad."


The drive in Nicholas' snazzy red convertible sports car was punctuated
with conversation ranging in topic from music to girls.  So engrossed
was he in their talk that Billy failed to notice they had missed the
turn-off which led to the Abbott home, and instead were speeding towards
the Newman ranch.   It wasn't until they were pulling through the main
gate that Billy realized he was at the wrong home.

"Hey, Nick," he laughed, "what's up with this?  This is your place, not
mine."

"Oh, WOW!" Nick feigned surprise.  "I was so busy talking I didn't even
think!  I'm so used to just driving straight home!  Damn, Billy, I'm so
sorry!"

Billy laughed more loudly, the blue pools of his eyes sparkling
vicariously.  "No problem, old man!  Just turn this hot rod around, open
her up, and I'll be home in no time."

Nick thought quickly.  "Tell you what, sport.  Let me go pick up
something down at the tack room first and then I'll drive you home.  By
the way, have you ever been down to that part of the ranch?  No?  Good,
then you can come with me and check it out."

Nicholas pulled the car behind the stables, conveniently out of sight of
the main house or his own dwelling on the estate, where his wife was
probably entertaining the children at this particular moment. He stepped
out of the car, with Billy following, and advanced on a door on the side
of the building.

The tack room was part of the stables, used now primarily for Victor
Newman's strenuous workout routine, which kept the old man deliciously
fit.  The small apartment to one side of the room, inhabited last by
Newman's daughter and her latest boy toy fling, was now vacant.  The
heady scent of straw and the faint aroma of manure from the adjoining
stalls permeated the enclosure.

"Why don't you wait here for me, dude," Nicholas said almost
breathlessly as he went into the apartment, leaving Billy alone in the
tack room.

The young blonde boy took stock of his surroundings, his attention
finally focusing on the punching bag dangling from the rafters in one
part of the room.  Advancing on the foreboding device, he posed in his
best "Rocky" stance and practiced a bit of macho boxing.  One fist shot
out to strike the bag, while his other was raised protectively to shield
his face from an unknown opponent.

"Little tough guy!" came Nicholas' voice from behind him.

Billy wheeled around, his smile freezing as he saw the young man framed
in the doorway, buck naked, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed
at the ankles and shoulder relaxing against the frame.  The boys' mouth
dropped wide, his lush lower lip falling dramatically as he stared at
Nick in wide-eye wonderment.  His awestruck limpid blue eyes could not
help but travel up and down Nicholas' spectacular body.  While the young
man was only seven years his senior---what a difference a few years
made!

The handsome coffee house entrepreneur resembled a Norse god with his
squared jaw and hollowed cheeks.  Thick nostrils flared widely as if he
was inhaling the young boy's sexual excitement.  He stared back at Billy
through deep-set dark blue eyes, the thick line of eyebrows neutrally
straight across his wide, jutting forehead. their ash brown coloring
matching the thick longish hair which provocatively fell across his
brow.  Full, swollen cock-suckingly perfect pink lips parted only
slightly as he enjoyed Billy's total assessment.  He knew he was one hot
motherfucker and wanted the boy to drink in every inch of him.

Broad, linebacker shoulders gave way to muscled biceps, flexed now with
his arms crossed over a flawlessly smooth chest.  Twin mounds of curved
pecs rested on his thick forearm, their large purplish buds hardening
before the Abbott's boys eyes!  Drool practically oozing from the
corners of his mouth, Billy allowed his gaze to drift lower, past
tightened abdonimals, following the darker colored widening ribbon of
man-hair which began at Nick's indented navel and spread into an
abundant wealth of crotch hair.  The Newman lad's tubesteak hung thick
and long---as long as, Billy imagined, his own boycock when totally
enlarged.  It rested relaxed against his low hanging, lightly dusted
ballsac, the dangling head of his cock perfectly sculpted into a
throat-plugging dome.  His smooth legs were thick, with firmly etched
runner's muscles prominently displayed.

Absently running his pink tongue across his upper lip, Billy unwittingly
gave Nick the signal he'd been waiting for.   Pushing off the door
frame, he slowly and seductively advanced on the boy, their eyes never
losing contact.  Halting only a breath away from the youngest Abbott,
Nick rested his hands on Billy's shoulders, affectionately squeezing his
collar bone before running his big hands down the length of the smaller
boy's thin arms.  Dropping to his knees, Nick brought one hand around to
knead a buttock through the cotton material of Billy's below-knee length
shorts, his fingers digging deep into the moistened crack at the back
seam.   His other hand lay firmly against the front of Billy's pants,
the flattened palm slowly massaging up and down Billy's trapped and
hardened protrusion.  With one quick move, Nicholas undid the confining
zipper and spread open the folds of the lad's boxers.  A
seven inch rigid boycock sprang into view, its head already sticky with
youthful ball juice, and nearly slapped Nicholas in the face.  Nick took
hold of the hot, pulsing rod and gave it a few obligatory strokes before
devouring it between his puffy, hungry lips.

Billy groaned excitedly as the hunky Newman heir's tantalizing tongue
danced along the length of his swollen teen shaft, his big man-mouth
sucking on the drooling tool.  Both hands were now roughly grasping his
butt cheeks, pulling him even closer to the blow job expert.  Thick lips
locked around the base of the boy's dick, as Nick stuffed his face on
fresh young cock, burying the leaking head deep in his wet, deep throat.
Nick remained still for a seemingly long moment, allowing the pulsating
rod to twitch expectantly in his mouth.  His midnight blue eyes were
cast upward sexily as he stared into Billy's pale blue irises.

Ever so slowly, Nick backed off the boy, allowing inch after inch to
glide over his thick, sensuous lips.  When the wet knob plopped from his
mouth, Nick stroked it from crown to base while burying his face in the
boy's sweaty ballsac and chewed at the silken flesh.

By now, young Billy's shorts and boxers were a muddled mass around his
ankles.  His boypole arced up to its full seven inches, piss-slit
leaking one transparent cum tear after another.  He could hardly believe
sexy hunk Nick Newman was slobbering on his ball bag while busy hands
probed his tender little asshole.  Brushing Nick's silky brown locks
from his forehead, Billy buried his hands in the Newman Adonis' hair.
holding his head close.  Nicholas dislodged his face from the boy's
hanging equipment and, looking up at him dreamily, turned slightly to
teasingly kiss the inside of young Billy's wrist.

"I always thought you were the hottest little dude in the coffee shop,"
Nick spoke huskily.  "Why don't you kick off those pants, turn around,
spread your legs and lean over on your knees.  I want to taste some
Abbott butt."

Billy wasted no time in assuming the requested position, ditching his
shirt in the process.  He moaned excitedly as Nick's wet tongue reamed
up and down his sticky ass crack.  The probing muscle slid around the
outside of his ass ring, causing Billy's thin body to shudder
expectantly. Aroused by the scent of fresh young boy hole, Nicholas
proceeded to soak down the lad's shit trench with his slick saliva.

Grasping the inside of Billy's thin melons, Nicholas stretched the
wrinkled folds of teen ass and was pleasantly surprised when young
Abbott's rosebud pooched out at him invitingly.  Working his tongue into
the warm folds, Nick ate out the teenager's hole.  He flicked about
haphazardly inside young Billy, slurping loudy as he chowed down on the
funky meal in front of him.  His handsome face was practically buried in
Billy's passion pit as his big lips kissed the flared ass ring, while
his tongue dove even deeper into the tasty fuck hole.

All too suddenly, Nicholas gave Billy's carnal canal a final long, wet
swipe, kissed both dimpled cheeks and came up from his squatting
position on the floor.  Still crouched with his fox hole winking
hungrily, Billy disappointedly looked over his shoulder at the gorgeous
stud --- and nearly toppled over!  Rising from the thicket of dark curls
in Nick's groin was the biggest, hardest cock Billy had seen in his
life!  The monster had to be at least ten huge and fat inches!  And the
enormous sac hanging below the massive club looked like it housed
dinosaur eggs.  Nick stood there, legs spread, stroking his big meat
with both hands.

"Want to have some more fun, Sport?"  he asked, motioning with a nod of
his head to a wooden door on the other side of the tack room.  "Come
with me."

Billy stood up straight and watched the hunky restauranteur disappear
behind the designated door.  Excitedly following, Billy found himself in
the main stables.  The prized horses, safely ensconsed in their
respective stalls, stirred at the intrusion.  The heady aroma from the
animal's quarters assailed his nostrils, adding to his already
heightened sexual tension.  Bare feet passed over the straw-covered
floor as he slowly traversed the dimly lit walkway towards a light at
the end.  Glancing from side to side at the big animals housed to each
side of him, Billy wondered if they were aware of his nudity.

As the stables gave way to a larger chamber, Billy was momentarily
blinded by the bright lighting.  When his baby blues refocused, he
observed naked Nick standing between two apparatuses dangling from the
rafters of the high ceiling.  They resembled lounging hammocks
positioned side by side, only these were made of thick leather
strappings and heavy chain links.  Nicholas motioned Billy closer and
nodded toward one sling.

"Get on." he ordered sexily.

When Billy hesitated, Nick gathered the boy in his strong arms and eased
him up into the contraption.  Before the boy knew what was happening,
Nicholas had secured his arms and legs with leather restraints.  Lying
back, cold leather hugging his soft skin, legs spread wide apart, Billy
just knew he was going to get fucked!  He had heard a little about
bondage and, though not particularly taken by the practice, decided to
play along with Nick's game.  Indeed, he was curiously surprised when
Nick leaned over his body, planted a short kiss on his forehead, and
then proceeded to lie back on the adjoining sling facing opposite the
younger boy.

>From out of nowhere, directly behind Nick, a figure loomed from the
darkness.  Billy's eyes widened in alarm as Victor Newman stepped into
the light!  Between his stretched naked thighs he watched the business
magnate advance on them.  His fear turned to astonishment when Billy
realized that Nicholas' father wore only black leather-chaps---and the
veiny hose jutting from his exposed groin looked as big soft as his
son's was hard!

Newman stopped directly behind Nicholas.  Gently massaging his son's
broad shoulders,  the older man leaned over and planted his weathered
lips over Nicholas' younger, softer puffers.  Thier mouths ground
together passionately for a few moments before Victor rose to secure his
son's muscular arms into place on the foreboding looking apparatus.

Billy scarcely had time to recover from the shocking scene he'd just
witnessed---father and son locking lips--when Victor Newman moved over
to stand between his thin, spread boy thighs.  Billy took stock of the
older man, whom he guessed to be close in age to his own father. But
where his dad was soft and aging, Victor Newman was a hot daddy stud!
The man had a hard, firm body from years spent working the ranch
combined with an almost brutal daily workout regimin.  If the lines
etched in his face, or the thick salt and pepper mustache didn't belie
his age, Billy would have taken him for a much younger man.

"Well, master Abbott," he spoke with a heavy European accent.  "It seems
that you are in for something new tonight."  Looking down at that shank
of man shaft bursting from his greying pubic patch, Billy certanly hoped
so.

The boy was momentarily startled when Mr. Newman dug his thick middle
finger into Billy's slickened asshole and began probing around.

"You like that, boy?" he asked in his deep, authoritative voice.
Speechless, Billy merely nodded and was rewarded by a second and third
finger.  The boy squirmed against the unexpected intrusion but the tight
leather restraints prevented him from moving.  Victor worked his three
thick digits in and out of the inviting tunnel, stretching the clutching
ass ring out of shape---preparing him for what was to come next!

Satisfied that the teenager was sufficiently loosened, Victor circled
the dangling duo, stopping at Nicholas' feet.  Lifting his boy's smooth,
muscular thighs into their respective restraints, he spat a huge gobber
into Nick's exposed ass trench and began smearing it around with one
big, calloused hand.

>From his vantage point less than three feet from the Newman men, Billy
watched in fascination as Victor worked his son's butt hole.  His
fingers slid seductively along Nicholas' trowth, every now and again
sliding a thick finger or two into the young man's puckered hole.
Eventually, the older man focused his attentions on his son's tightened
ass ring, forcing the rubber band wide open.  Three fingers invaded the
boy's pink inner lips simultaneously, buried up to the darkly
hair-covered second knuckle.  From somewhere in his chaps Victor
produced a tube of some jelled substance which he squeezed onto his
thick knuckles, allowing him to jab all five digits into his son's
yawning butt.  Billy's lower lip dropped to his chin as Newman's hand
was swallowed to the wrist!

"OH, YEAH, DAD!"  Nick groaned loudly, his body writhing in sexual
convulsions.  "GET ME READY FOR THAT BIG FAT DICK OF YOURS!"

Victor Newman's dark eyes twinkled mischeviously as he pumped his well -
lubricated fist in and out of his son's lusty tail pipe, relaxing the
reflexive sphincter muscle.  Finally certain that the young man's shit
chute was primed, he brought the same hand which had fucked his son's
hole down to his engorged piece.

Young Billy had never seen---nor less imagined---a cock as huge as
Victor Newman's enormous erection!  The thick, throbbing hunk of man
meat, with heavy pulsing blue veins criss-crossed just under its bloated
surface, had to be every bit of a foot long!  The plump, apple-sized
head had turned an angry shade of purple, its wide piss slit bearing
more resemblance to a deep, open incision.  Huge and heavy
dinosaur-sized balls hung loosely below the prize fuck muscle.  Billy
wondered how anyone---male or female---could accomodate such a giant
member.  It damned near resembled a grown man's forearm!

Smearing grease along the length of his tool, Victor aimed the
gargantuan head against the slick mouth of Nicholas' shit chute.  The
huge prick pulsed madly at the boy's expectant hole, oozing jizz
dribbling down the expansive crack.  Suddenly Nick's asshole yawned open
and, like a striking cobra, gobbled up the horny helmet.  Victor worked
the big daddy head in and out of his son's sink hole for awhile before
plugging more of his fat log deeper into the boy's bowels. Nicholas'
breath came in short, fevered sighs as his father's mammoth weapon
blazed in his guts.

Nicholas seemed to stiffen when Victor drove his weapon home.  The older
man's heavy balls smacked up against his boy's butt as he embedded
himself completely in the now-familiar cavern of carnal delights.
Nicholas thrashed about, rocking the confining sling as his father
slowly pulled the tree trunk from his stretched hole, only to drive
right back in, slamming against his prostate and causing his own juicy
love muscle to convulse wildly.  Victor deep-dicked the handsome young
man, blasting away at his mushy insides, savoring the ball-churning
passion in his son's buggered hole.

Mesmerized, Billy watched as Victor Newman's horsecock plowed hunky
Nicholas' sweaty man hole.  His seven inch boy cock was jerking widly
from observing the heated action, begging for some of the attention.  He
wondered how it felt to have something as big, fat and hard up  his own
little boy hole.  Perhaps, he thought, when Mr. Newman was finished with
Nick.....

"There's nothing like the feel of a father's cock inside his own son."
the well-hung business magnate addressed the Abbott boy.  "No one,
Billy, can love you more than your own father."

Victor's gaze drifted past young Abbott's shackled body into the shadows
of the stable where the other man awaited his signal.  As planned,
Victor nodded his head slightly, then curiously observed the cute
blonde's bewildered expression as John Abbott came out of hiding!

The old man was brazenly nude.  Although not hard and toned like Victor,
John Abbott was nevertheless an impressive hunk of studflesh for a man
in his sixties.  A thick forest of silver hair covered his chest and
extended down his torso to surround a bulging eight inch erection.  The
healthy length of daddy cock pulsed with excitement, man-goo sliping
from its eye gash as he looked down at his helpless teen-age son.  For
weeks he had fantasized this moment and now the boy's quivering asshole
was mere inches from the finely-shaped, dripping head of his anxious
prong.

Little Billy wasn't quite sure what to think.  It was obvious that the
three other men had deliberately arranged  this father/son night at the
Newman ranch.  But the intense lust in John Abbott's eyes frightened
him.  While the expectant man resembled his father physically, the
unbirdled lust oozing from the old man's pores was totally unlike the
mild-mannered Abbott family patriarch.  He looked almost crazed, Billy
thought---rabid with incestuous sexual desire!

"Take your boy, my friend," Victor encouraged with a knowing grin.  "But
first, at my invitation, allow Nicholas to prepare you."

John shifted the few inches to where Nicholas Newman invitingly threw
his head back off the waist-high sling, medium-length chestnut hair
falling from his forehead and reaching toward the straw-covered floor.
Nick's swollen pink lips parted outwards, inviting the old man inside.
John brushed the tip of his bloated leaking crown against the young
man's lower lip.  Like a fish to a fly hook, Nicholas lunged and gobbled
up half the engorged length.  He proceeded to give Mr. Abbott's pulsing
fleshpole a sizzling hot tongue massage, smearing the glans with his
sweet saliva and slurping noisily on the hot joint.

How Billy envied the older boy being plugged at both ends by two of the
wealthiest---and horniest---men in Genoa City!  Victor Newman's fat
fuckpole was buried balls-deep in hunky Nick's derriere with the
majoirty of John Abbott's pumping prick lodged in his milking throat.
Nicholas was thoroughly enjoying those twin tasty towers  of man meat
while he, Billy, was bursting with pent-up lust, clear lava juice freely
flowing from his young dick head.

"OH, PLEASE," he whimpered, pulling at the restraints which bound him.
"PLEASE FUCK MY ASS, DAD!"

The steamy wet lips slithering along John's  poker released the big wet
dripping sex.  John allowed Nick one final swipe along the underside of
his prick before returning to his son's eager frame.

Young Billy's heart was beating widly with expectation.  Looking up at
the great man who was his father, but was chronologically old enough to
qualify as grandfather, Billy knew there was nothing he wanted more than
the same relationship which now had Nick bucking like a bronco while
skewered on his father's club.  He would allow his father to use him
like the little cock whore he had become.

John focused on the sweet puckered ass mouth so invitingly within his
reach and hoisted his big rod up, pointing it directly at the twitching
pretty pink raisin.  An awed Billy held his breath as John pushed the
fat cock knob against his rubbery ass pucker.  The air gushed out of him
in a falsetto cry as his father plunged the hot hard flexing shaft deep
into his backside.  Big daddy balls slammed up against his pale white
ass as John buried all eight inches with the first super-charged thrust.
The boy's big blue eyes bolted open as the huge daddy dick pulsated deep
within his teenage bunghole.  John pulled almost all the way out, then
thrust his hips forward, relentlessly plowing his son's bowels.

John piston-fucked the tight asshole mercilessly, all his strength
centered in his groin.  Billy accepted each demanding thrust, squeezing
the big welcome meat with his butt muscles.  He wriggled his tiny hiney
around the charging beast.  His sweat slickened body, combined with the
sex aroma from the other three men, created a musky intoxicating aroma
in the stables.

"Fuck him good and hard," Victor Newman directed.  "Show your boy no
mercy.  Believe me, my friend, he will respect you for it."  As if to
emphasize his words, Victor shifted into overdrive and began pummeling
Nicholas' hole with maddening force.

Billy bucked around in the sling as John banged his box for all he was
worth.  He would never have thought that his old man could be such a hot
fuck!  Forget his fuck buddies at school; he had the hottest piece in
town right under his own roof!  The same stud from whose loins he had
come was now working on cumming in HIS loins!  Billy forceably squeezed
his ass ring around the base of his father's beautiful cock, making the
fuck even tighter.

"OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!!!"  Victor Newman suddenly shouted, his head
rolling backward on his broad shoulders.  "MY WHORE SON IS GOING TO MAKE
ME CUM!"

"YEAH, DAD, DO IT!" Nicholas bellowed.  "SHOOT YOUR HOT ROCKS OFF IN MY
SLUT HOLE!"

The force of his climax caused Victor to hold onto the dangling
restraints holding his son's athletic thighs high and wide.  Huge gobs
of cum bolted from his piss hole and slammed deep inside Nicholas'
belly.  He pumped the boys shit chute full of daddy jism and refused to
stop until completely drained.

John Abbott could feel his orgasm building towards release.  As much as
he wanted to prolong the moment, John knew there was no controlling the
churning in his big balls.  His drilling became shorter and faster, each
stroke more satisfying than the last, as he roared toward eruption.

"BILLY," he shouted.  "OH, MY DARLING SON, I'M GOING TO CUM! OH, YES!
I'M GOING TO SHOOT MY WAD IN MY SON'S HOT LITTLE ASSHOLE!"

His orgasm was like nothing he'd experienced before.   John Abbott
burrowed his dick deep in young Billy's boy hole and shot one glorious
load after another of pearly dad cream into his son's beautiful butt.
Hot jism boiled up and out of his long crank, exploding inside the
blonde teen.  He felt as though his life force had been sucked down into
his fuckstick and released into his son.  His silver head rolled about,
eyes partly closed, as he ground his dick deep inside the hole, sloshing
about in his own lube.

"OH, FUCK, YEAH, DAD!"  Billy cried out jubilantly.  "YOU'RE ONE HOT
FUCK!"

"Now, Billy," John scolded with mock sincerity, "Watch your mouth.  I'm
still your father, you know."  The other men chuckled, but Billy was
quick with a retort.

"When I get you home," he smiled, blue eyes twinkling mischeviously,
"I'll show you everything my mouth can do."  The sudden flex of the
mancock still buried in his hole reassured the boy that tonight was only
the beginning of a new and interesting journey.

Victor Newman unstuffed his sweaty son's delectable ass and played with
his oversized dickhead.

"Billy, my boy, we have only just begun tonight's adventure," he said.
"Besides, you two young men haven't yet released your boys' juice.  How
would you like Nicholas to coax it from you while we older men enjoy a
cigar?"

Billy smiled, the dimples in his cheeks deepening.  He winked in
Nicholas' direction.  "Only if I can return the favor."

Young sixteen-year-old Billy Abbott became a certified cock slut that
evening.  After sucking Nicholas bone dry, he feasted on the gargantuan
knob of Victor Newman while Nicholas lodged his good-looking face
between John Abbott's thighs.  And, later still, Billy spread his legs
for all twelve ripping inches of daddy Newman's cock while he fervently
sucked on his own father's meat---managing to bring both men off at
precisely the same moment!

Long after the other three studs had dozed off on the stable floor,
exhausted by the orgy, Billy remained sexually charged.  His burning ass
hole, stretched beyond belief by Victor Newman's humongous staff, oozed
a steady river of cum.  Horny beyond belief, Billy stuffed several
fingers up his hole and ferociously fucked himself.  How he wished one
of the men would awaken and satisfy his nymphomania!

A loud snort from the stable reminded Billy of his whereabouts.
Turning, he saw Victor Newman's big black prize stallion intently
staring at him.  For a moment he felt like a child caught with his hand
in the cookie jar.  The damned animal had probably witnessed everything
they'd done in the stables!

His testosterone practically screaming, Billy was about to turn away
from the stall and resume his finger-fucking when his eyes caught a
glimpse of the humongous dark horse hard-on poking from the creature's
underbelly.  Moving closer, he sat back on his haunches and took a
closer look.  The fucking thing was even bigger than old Victor's
plunger!

The horse calmly watched as Billy played with his boy cock, his mind
racing.  He was so damned horny!  And the three men were dead asleep!
HE NEEDED TO GET FUCKED..... NOW!"

Billy advanced on the stall...