Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 10:44:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: royale-ity@webtv.net
Subject: Young and Restless Men 9

This is a work of fiction, inspired by a popular daytime drama, which
contains graphic sexual situations.  The original characters are the
property of CPT Holdings, and their depiction herein makes no inference
to the sexual preference of the talented actors portraying these roles.

Copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale


Business had been excrutiatingly slow tonight at Genoa City's popular
coffee house, Crimson Lights.  The usual crowd of high school students
had been conspicuously absent this evening and even the usual crowd of
after-the-movie goers was sparse.  Nick Newman, young owner of the
establishment, chalked the lull in business up to the stormy weather and
went home early with his sexy little wife, leaving closing up chores to
his loyal staff.

The kitchen crew finished quickly, leaving Cody and the new hire alone
to scrub down the main floor.  Cody had been the Newman's prize employee
from the moment they had taken on the coffee house investment.  In the
absence of the owners, Cody was entrusted with the everyday operation of
the establishment.  The young man was---all at once---talented,
intelligent and extremely good looking.  He stood at a tall 6', his body
long and lean like a college athlete.  The sun-streaked blond youth had
that refreshing all-American boy look, complete with riveting baby-blue
eyes and a dimpled, pearly white,  even smile.

At the moment, as he stood behind the counter absently polishing the
wooden surface, his steely gaze was centered on the worn denim stretched
across the tight buttocks of the man bending over to upright an
overturned chair in the dining area in front of him.  Damn, he had a hot
ass!  Cody reached down to grasp the increasing bulge in his own pants
as he traced the seam of the other man's jeans with his hungry blue
eyes.   This hunky pound of flesh had been working at the coffee house
for a mere few weeks, but Cody already knew the stud was exactly his
type.  Hot, dark and handsome failed to amply describe the slab of man
meat so preoccupied with straightening up the shop he was oblivious to
Cody's blatant ogling.

Carter Mills appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties, Cody thought,
quite possibly the same age as himself.  He was ruggedly gorgeous with
thick, dark hair, sexy deep-set hazel-colored eyes and an almost
perpetual five-o'clock shadow across his stern jaw.  The fact that
Carter wasn't merely a pretty boy, but rather a manly man, attracted
Cody to him. Although he appeared to be wholesome and lily white, Cody
harbored a secret desire for sexual danger.  The all-American high
school and college jock masturbated frequently to fantasies of escaped
convicts, forced sodomy, urination and power-fisting.  He was a regular
behind the glory holes in a rest stop several towns over where a bevy of
passing truckers considered his talented tongue one of the best in the
midwest. Cody managed to keep his secret life separate from his
employment at Crimson Lights, but it hadn't always been easy.

For starters there was his deliciously handsome boss who seemed to sport
an enormous bulge when dressed in casual attire.  Cody could remember
the time he had been in the small stock room taking inventory with
Nicholas, who wore a loose-fitting tank top and oversized cotton
drawstring shorts.  Climbing up on a ladder directly in front of Cody,
the material molded itself to Nicholas' tight glutes and gave the other
man the distinct impression that Newman was nude beneath the garment.
Cody had visualized pulling down Nick's shorts and spearing his tongue
between the hunk's muscular melons, eating out his ass ditch and probing
at his hairy shit hole.  He could almost taste the sweaty, pungent funk
of his boss' anal canal as he fantasized reaming his tongue along the
dirty crack.  He would lick that sweet ass ring clean as hunky Nick
ground his sweet, taut butt against Cody's smooth face, offering
acceptance of the other man's raging libido.  The Newman stud would be
forced to grip the sides of the aluminum ladder for support as his
muscular legs spread wide to allow Cody easier access to his shit chute.
Cody saw himself devouring Nick's hole, then licking up the cleft of his
perfectly formed buttocks to the arch of his lower back.  Cody would
climb the ladder allowing his tongue to create a trail of saliva from
butt to wide, broad shoulders until he was standing directly behind the
husky stud, his mouth toying with the side of Nick's neck.  His hard
seven- plus inches were expectantly pressed into the hot, slick crevice
of Nick's butt cheeks.  With little effort, he positioned his bulging
erection against the virgin (or, so he thought) orifice and pressed into
the steamy depths of his employer's manhole and began fucking him like a
wild rabbit, tearing up Nicholas Newman's sexy guts.

Thankfully, Nicholas was engrossed in counting overstock in the small
room, so he failed to notice Cody's hard-on beating frantically against
the material of his jeans.  He seemed to have no idea the effect his
pose was having on the other guy.  Or did he?

But alas, Cody ultimately decided, Nicholas was happily married with
children and therefore seemingly unattainable.  He was forced to
relegate his burning desire for Nick's hard body to the rest stop tea
rooms, where he imagined the hot cock probing his tonsils from an oval
opening in the partitioning in front of him belonged to none other than
Nicholas.  He prayed that one night he would leave the raunchy,
piss-odored rest room and find Nick seated on the hood of Cody's car, a
shit-eating all-knowing grin spread from ear to ear, massaging the
enormous mound in his pants.

And then there was that ex-convict, Larry Warton, who was an unwelcome
and barely tolerated patron of the coffee house.  Cody had had many a
satisfying jack-off session imagining what the heavily muscled and
tattooed slimeball could do for him.  Once, acting on orders from the
Newmans, Cody had tried to forcibly evict the Wart Man.  Larry easily
grabbed a big handful of the boy's shirt and tossed him to the floor.
Just the mere touch from the greasy-haired, cruel-eyed man produced an
instant boner for Cody.  If only Warton would have taken him home, tied
him up and really beaten his ass --- and then brutally fucked him with
what had to be an enormous piece of filthy convict cock!  Blond-haired,
blue-eyed Cody would have been a very happy and satiated boy, indeed!!

He could almost feel the sting on his pink butt cheeks as he visualized
the big calloused hand of Larry Warton making contact with his bare
skin.  Again and again the stronger man's muscular arm rose and fell
with long powerful strokes against his reddening backside.  Spread
across the ex-convict's lap, Cody moaned loudly with each deliciously
painful blow as Warton's wailed into him.  The abused young man's legs
spread widely open, allowing Warton to caress the tight cleft of one
red-hot cheek as he disciplined the other.  Cody's swollen dick was
caught between his belly and Warton's hard, hairy and naked thigh.  With
each forceful slap to the rear, his pecker jumped against the other
man's flesh, pre-cum flowing freely from his young piss slit.  When
Larry's thick dirty fingers began to invade his hungry hole, Cody knew a
nice hard dick couldn't be far behind.  He wanted the stud to brutally
and forcibly rape his tender ass and fill his insides with thick, filthy
convict cum!

Unfortunately, much to Cody's distress,  lascivious Larry had been
banned from Crimson Lights after a bit of trouble with the owners. Cody
knew there was history between Warton and Nick Newman, but it seemed as
though Sharon, Nick's pretty wife, was the true force behind the
banishment.  Had it not been for his easily recognizeable position at
the coffee house, Cody would have gladly cruised that sleazy biker bar
on the outskirts of town which seemed to be Warton's usual hang out.
With merely a nod from the hunky beer-guzzling trash, Cody would follow
him into the men's room and be Warton's personal urinal.  Hell, he would
assume any role wicked Larry desired!

And now there was Carter to feed his surging homoerotic fantasies.

Young Cody's hormones were super-charged and the long shaft of his hard
peter was positively twitching in his briefs as he watched the other man
work.  Carter was no super-buffed muscle freak, but the upper body
moving about under his loose-fitting jersey appeared to be trim and
tight.  As he vigorously polished a table top with quick circular
motions, the cotton shirt molded itself against his wide back,
accentuating the curve of Carter's hulking shoulders.  His thick mop of
dark hair ended a good three inches above the jersey's collar, exposing
the sweat-sheened nape of his neck.  Cody ran his tongue along the
surface of his lips as the desire to plant his mouth on the exposed
smooth flesh of the hot stud grew to overwhelming proportions.  He knew
that as soon as the coffee house was locked up for the night he would
hop into his car and make the forty-five minute drive out to his
favorite rest stop. He would kneel in piss on one side of the grimy
partiton and suck as much cock as was offered, pretending the entire
time that the big, wet and dripping sex tools plugging his mouth
belonged to Nicholas or Warton........or Carter.

The hunky stud finished waxing the final table.  Tucking the worn rag
into his back pocket, Carter lifted the three stools onto the table's
top and stood back to survey his work.  Satisfied that the customer's
area was in tip-top shape, he sauntered over to the counter area where
Cody was ogling him.  Leaning against the counter top on one corded
forearm, he looked at Cody with those irresistible bedroom eyes.

"Dude, you keep working on that same space, you're gonna rub the finish
off," he joked.

Flustered, suddenly realizing that he'd been so engrossed in checking
out the hunky eye candy that he hadn't moved from one spot in several
minutes, Cody stammered, "Oh, yeah, right!   Just tired, I guess."  He
tossed the rag onto the counter but was unable to move away, lest Carter
see the obvious protrusion in the front of his khaki's.

Tired, my ass, Carter thought as his sexy hazel-colored eyes remained
locked with the sparkling blue orbs of the cute young dude.  The damned
place had been dead most of the night. Perhaps the guy could have gotten
away with claiming boredom, but exhaustion simply didn't cut the grade
with someone as street wise as Carter.  He knew Cody had been watching
him, just as he had from the very first day Carter set foot into the
establishment.  The blond babe might have fooled everyone else at
Crimson Lights, but Carter recognized a cock sucker when he saw one.
Cody's attraction was quite obvious to Carter, even though he had never
made a blatant advance.

Carter had followed Cody one night after the coffee house had closed.
The drove for nearly an hour before Cody pulled off into a desolate rest
stop.  Carter had extinguished his headlights and coasted his car to a
stop a short distance down the highway and treked back to the rest stop
on foot.  Silently, he crept into the foul-smelling men's room.  Water
dripped repeatedly from the single faucet, plopping rhythmically into a
filthy yellowed porcelain sink, helping to mask Carter's footfall.  Two
rusted and piss-stained urinals on the opposite wall were poorly
reflected by a cracked and smokey mirror screwed into the wall above the
sink.  Next to the urinals were two wood-enclosed stalls, approximately
seven feet tall and badly in need of a paint job.  Crouching down closer
to the damp and filthy floor, Carter could see two pairs of feet, one
behind each door.  Like a stalking animal, he silently advanced on the
shit-houses and, careful to keep his feet from view, gingerly pressed
his eye up to the crack of the door.

There, in the dingy light, he could plainly see handsome Cody, pants
down around his ankles and fiercely stroking his beefstick while he
greedily sucked away on a short, fat dick poking through a
roughly-created hole in the partitioning between the two stalls.  The
sight of this squeaky clean, all-American former jock kneeling down on
the grimy floor of an out-of-the-way piss station servicing anonymous
cock brought a mischievous grin to Carter's face.  Already his mind had
begun to formulate a plot to include Cody in his master plan of revenge
against Nick and Sharon Newman.

No one in Genoa City knew that Carter was not all he appeared to be.  In
fact, they had all known and loathed him a long time ago.  That was
before the shooting...before the accusatons....before the
arrest...before his hasty departure...before the plastic surgery which
had successfully altered his appearance and paved the way for his
return.   Carter, aka Matt Clark, former football quarterback, school
mate and rival of Nicholas Newman had come back for one reason:  to even
the score with the young Newmans.  So far, his extensive cometic
reconstruction had fooled everyone.  He had been extremely handsome
before the surgery and was still good-looking, but in a more mature,
rugged fashion.   Sharon Newman had not appreciated his boyish good
looks back then; perhaps this time around the little bitch would see
things differently.

The tea room slut standing behind the service counter in awkward silence
would serve his plan well, Carter/Matt thought.   Cody would be a cute
pawn in his master plan, culminating in the dethroning of Nicholas
Newman.  Tonight was perfect for ingratiating himself to the blond
dude---and Carter knew exactly how to accomplish this feat.

Reaching one hand behind Cody's head, Carter tenderly circled his thumb
around the nape of the young man's neck while his sultry eyes bore into
Cody's.  Pulling him closer, Carter leaned in to meet him halfway and
brushed his smooth lips against Cody's.  The blond's starving mouth
opened and Carter easily slid his tongue into the warm, inviting
orifice.  Their mouths worked together, alternately nipping, sucking and
passionately caressing.  Carter brought his free hand up to cup Cody
directly beneath the chin, long thick fingers seductively playing along
his smooth cheekbone.  Cody moved in closer to the other man's warm body
and felt the strong, sinewy muscles of hunky Carter's broad shoulders.

Their exploring tongues enjoyed a wet, leisurely waltz for several
minutes before Carter roughly grasped a handful of the young man's
silken blond hair and yanked his head backward.  He looked directly into
the sex-glazed eyes of his handsome manager, whose mouth remained
hanging open as he panted with lust.  On impulse, Carter spat full onto
Cody's unblemished face and was not surprised when the dude barely
flinched.  In fact, his long tongue reached out to catch a running glob
of saliva trailing down the side of his cheek.  Knowing he was dealing
with an insatiable sex pig, Carter attacked his mouth with renewed fury,
roughly bruising the guy's lips with his own.  Carter's tongue stretched
out to lick at the cute stud's tonsils, his hungry mouth almost being
swallowed up by Cody's sucking face hole.  The grizzly stubble of his
day's growth of beard felt like sandpaper against Cody's baby soft skin,
further igniting the flames of desire in both their groins.

Without alllowing their mouths to part, Carter reached under Cody's
armpits and pulled him across the counter, turning his body so that he
lay on his back on the freshly polished surface.  His exploring hands
fanned out across Cody's chest, reaching up under the hem of his jersey
to sample the curve of his tight pecs.  Taking hold of one protruding
nipple between thumb and forefinger he tweaked, twisted and pulled at
the hard little nub while Cody happily writhed beneath him.  Cody's
tongue was so heavily intertwined with his own that Carter momentarily
feared the little pig might never let him go.  As his other hand reached
further outward to manhandle the bulge pressing against Cody's zipper,
he was convinced the slut would forevermore do his bidding.

He squeezed and stroked the bobbing knob dancing around the front of
Cody's khaki slacks. Lying prone on the service counter top, Cody's pink
hands ran over the back of Carter's head while their tongues dueled, his
long slender fingers buried in the thickness of his handsome partner's
thick, dark hair.  His body squirmed excitedly over the highly polished
surface as Carter's thick fingers dipped below the hem of Cody's pants.
The man's searching hand slowly slithered into the damp darkness beneath
Cody's cotton briefs and grasped  the hot pole of flesh straining for
release  With his other hand Carter quickly unzipped the front of Cody's
pants and slid them down almost to mid-thigh.  Cody assisted him by
hooking his thumbs under the hem of the slacks and yanking them down to
his well-developed calves, thusly exposing his long, sinewy body in
totality.

Glancing out across the young slut's nude body, Carter saw that his
shapely, powerful legs were spread wide apart with knees pointed upward
and feet firmly planted close to his shapely buttocks on the  slippery
counter top.  One of Carter's sweaty hands stroked the perfectly formed
love muscle from thick head to hairy root as his other hand walked
across a rippling torso and returned to the slight mound of Cody's pecs.
He pinched the hardened brown nipple of each tit, prompting the excited
whore to deeply inhale, thereby expanding his smooth  chest and
thrusting the aroused nubs into Carter's expert hands.

With only a bit of difficulty, Carter was finally able to extricate his
tongue from Cody's slobbering mouth.  Hooking a booted foot around the
iron rungs of a bar stool close behind him, Carter dragged it in closer
and hoisted himself up.  Reaching under Cody's dampened armpits, he
pulled the other boy's naked body closer so that his head was
precariously dangling over the edge of the counter top.  Standing on the
lowest rung of the wood and iron stool, his crotch was directly in line
with Cody's handsome face.  The coffee house manager didn't waste a
second before attacking the attractive bulge set up in front of him.
His mouth locked onto the massive protrusion throbbing upwards along the
right side of Carter's loose khaki's, soaking the nutural colored
material as he traced the spectacular length with expectant lips.

Assisting the tea room slut by unfastening his zipper and allowing the
trousers to fall down his hairy thighs, Carter released his rigid eight
and one half  inch monster meat.  His was a nicely arced, solidly thick
shaft with a fat cut head rising up from a thatch of dark, curly pubic
hair.  Big juicy balls hung below his impressive equipment, full of
gooey man juice desperately aching to be unloaded.  Cody took the crown
of the spectacular manprick into his mouth and fastened his lips around
the flanged ridge.  His wet tongue lapped along the surface of the
sensitive glans and burned into Carter's wide piss slit.   When the
first drop of precious pre-cum oozed onto his tongue, Cody slid his lips
down half of the meaty cock and began rythmically working it in and out
of his talented slut mouth.

Carter was quick to assess the reason behind Cody's popularity at the
raunchy rest stop:  the guy sucked cock like a seasoned professional!
Years ago, in his former life as Matt Clark, had he known of Cody's oral
talents he would have bullied the boy into regularly servicing his meat.
Victory on the football field would have been even sweeter with cute
linebacker Cody munching on star quarterback Matt's sweaty jock.  As he
recalled, Cody hadn't much liked cocky Matt Clark, but he sure now
seemed  enraptured by the tasty beefstick of Carter Mills. Remembering
how Cody and his school clique thought they were socially superior to
Matt and his boys incited a wave of rage in Carter.  Thrusting his lean
hips forward, Carter roughly buried the entirety of his lengthy lumber
into Cody's gagging throat.  The young man quickly rebounded,
constricting the muscles in his velvety throat and milked the thrusting
powertool.

Carter took a firmer grip on Cody's burning rod.  The muscles in his
hand squeezed the hot, hardened flesh from lightly hairy base to its
angry, purplish head, coaxing an endless succession of cum tears from
his piss slash.  As Cody moaned sexily around the mound of meat pounding
into his mouth, Carter quickened the pace of his hand job.  His
tightened fist whipped away at the pretty prick while his other hand
reached out across the length of Cody's naked torso to cup his sweaty
ball sac.  His long fingers dug into the silky cum bag, toying with each
uncracked nut and sending lucky Cody into a state of nirvana.

Reaching behind his dangling head, Cody grasped Carter's heaving hips
and pulled the hot stud into him so that his nose was buried in the
musky, wiry patch of pubic hair.  With that thick, mushroom shaped cock
head buried over eight inches deep in his throat, Cody felt deliciously
cock stuffed.  Carter resumed the fierce face fuck, pulling his prick
out across Cody's tongue until the head was just inside his mouth, rim
even with pearly white teeth, before slamming it all the way back in.
Cody's hot mouth lovingly enveloped the impressive slab of man meat,
proving that he could take all Carter had to give.

Using cock slut Cody as a vessel in his formulating revenge plot against
the Newman family was the furthest thing from Carter's mind as he leaned
over the sucking stud's body.  Kneading  both smooth ass cheeks in his
hands, Carter lowered his darkly handsome face to Cody's groin and
closed his mouth over the leaking cock.  Cody's hips bucked wildly at
the unexpected attention, punching more of his dick between Carter's
sucking lips.  Carter curled his tongue around the thick cock head,
tasting its sweet, salty leakage before burrowing down further.  Rather
than forcing all seven-plus inches down his throat, Carter fucked the
classicly shaped piece of meat with the sloshy insides of his mouth.
The blunt head bobbed excitedly along his exploring tongue as he savored
the manly flavors of his appreciative new sex partner.

Cody was totally in heat now.  A sheen of perspiration broke out all
over his beautifully naked body.  Beads of sweet collected in his hair,
making it appear darker in color, before dripping down onto the tiled
floor.  His nostrils flared, sucking up oxygen mixed with man scents, as
his face was savagely stuffed with Carter cock.  His fingers dug into
the chiseled backside of the tasty hunk of beefcake he had fantasized
about for weeks.  Never in his wildest imagination did he expect his
dreams to be so overwhelmingly fulfilled.  Carter was more of a lover
than Cody could ever have expected.  The way his tongue was dancing
along the underside of his dick, his sexy mouth swirling around the
swollen dome of his cock head, made Cody's balls ache to unload their
pent-up cum.  Yet, he didn't want it to end so soon.  Heck, Cody
thought, I plan to suck on this prime piece of prick well into dawn.

Carter's hands had closed in on Cody's sweat-slickened ass trench.  The
long middle finger from each hand toyed with the rubber band asterisk of
his hole.  His tight sphincter twitched invitingly at the other man's
touch as Carter worked to spread his sweet little ass hole.  When Carter
pushed both fingers against him, Cody's bunghole suddenly opened wide
and sucked the twin digits inside!

With the hot stud rigorously finger fucking his well-traveled ass canal
and sucking on his crank at the same time, Cody lost all sense of self
control.  As much as he mentally desired to prolong the encounter, his
incensed libido won out.  Panting like a wild animal, his taunt body
flailed about under Carter's sexy hulk as he shot off a huge load.  To
Cody's surprise, Carter kept his lips locked around the shooting cock,
sucking thick gobs of cum from the exploding head.  His slobbering
tongue encircled the rim of Cody's  sensitive cock head, causing the
cock crazed cutie to launch a final blast of molten jizz into Carter's
waiting mouth.  Satisfied that the former collegiate athlete had totally
been drained of ball juice, Carter came up off him.  Using the back of
his hand, he swiped excess cum from his lips and, sniffing the smell of
asshole on his middle finger, dipped the digit into his own mouth and
sucked on it hungrily.  Oh, how he wanted some of that fine ass!

Stepping back, Carter roughly yanked his joint out of Cody's throat and
kicked the bar stool out from behind him.  Pulling his shirt, the only
remaining article of clothing on his body, up and over his head he stood
before Cody in total nudity.  From his upside-down vantage point, the
blond slut looked up past the spectacular veiny hard-on, over a firm
belly to a strong, hairless chest housing curved pecs dotted with thick,
darkened cherry-like nubs.  Carter's arms were strong, yet unchiseled,
as was the remainder of his scrumptuous body.

And then he saw the scar.  The undeniable scar on Carter's otherwise
flawless chest.  Carter instantly picked up on Cody's observation.  He
touched a hand to the marred flesh with a slight smile on his face.
Crouching down on his haunches before the other guy, he tenderly took
both sides of Cody's face into his hands and explained.

"Gun shot wound."  His cum-crusted lips formed into a sinister snarl.
"You're messing with a dangerous dude,"

"Oh, yeah," Cody breathed heavily.  "Just the way I like it, man."

Carter grasped a handful of wet hair and locked his lips over Cody's,
his swollen tongue once again invading the blond's mouth.  But this time
new flavors enhanced their fevered lip lock.  Carter could taste the
funk of his man cock which had successfully drilled the guy's mouth
hole; and Cody reveled in the raunch of his own cum on the ridged roof
of the other man's mouth.  Their dueling tongues sloshed around together
for quite awhile, neither one anxious to break the embrace until finally
Carter could take it no longer.

"I've gotta fuck you," he moaned, deeply and sexily.

"Take me!"  Cody demanded, "Fucking plow my ass with that big hungry
meat!"

Carter needed no further encouragement.  Easily pulling Cody's athletic
body aross the counter top, he turned the good-looking slut away from
him and kicked his runner's legs wide apart.  Cody eagerly assumed the
desired position:  hands gripping the edge of the counter in front of
him, back flat, feet firmly planted on the floor and ass jutted up and
out.  Carter licked his lips as he observed the cute dimpled bubble butt
anxiously awaiting his invasion.   Cody's young heart was beating madly
as he glanced over his shoulder at the gorgeous and hung naked dude
spitting into his palm and smearing the goo over his throbbing glans in
preparation for the torrid fuck to follow.  Cody silented vowed that
from this day forward he would do everything--- and anything---to remain
in Carter's favor.

Carter ran one admiring hand over Cody's taut melons while he stroked
his cockstick with the other.  Cody scarcely resisted when two fingers
were jammed into his scorching man box and worked around, testing the
elasticity of his hole. Loudly clearing his throat, Carter worked up a
thick swath of spit and expertly dropped it down onto the pink entrance
to Cody's tingling tunnel. He smeared the abundant natural lube around
the pouting lips of the blond's sweet shitter with one big thumb.  Then,
grasping his big dick at the hairy root, he pressed the huge head
against Cody's welcoming manhole.

Leaning into the cutie, over half of Carter's big rod slid easily into
the gaping shit chute.  It was quite obvious now, if it hadn't been
before, that Cody was no ass virgin.  The toilet slut probably had
pressed his buns up against that glory hole in the latrine wall on
numerous occasions, taking all sizes and colors inside of his nice, hot
ass.  And judging from the way his thick dick felt up inside the
nympho's passion pit, Carter could well understand the bevy of anonymous
fuckers anxious for a shot at Cody's cock grasping sinkhole.

He worked his cock all the way in so that his short curly hairs were
tickling the slut's backside and his thick knob was straining deep
inside his rectum.  Slowly at first, he humped his shank against Cody's
prostate.  The former linebacker whimpered and sighed with each short,
deliberate stroke, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed like a turkey
at Thanksgiving.  Every now and then he would look back over his
shoulder at the handsome stud fucking him, tongue seductively flicking
over his already moistened lips.

The little cunt was enjoying a slow, comfortable screw far too much,
Carter decided.  Rearing back, he plunged all eight and one half inches
to the hilt, ripped it out, then drummed back in again and again.
Grunting loudly, he banged himself into the other guy's pussy hole for
all he was worth.  Cody, being the champ he was, took everything he had
to give---and still desired more!  The big tool throbbed wildly inside
of him as it seared through his chute with lightning speed.  Sweat was
literally pouring off their hard bodies.  Every time Carter rammed home,
his skin stuck to and pulled at the skin of the other sex pig.  Cody's
feet were lifted up on his toes with every hard thrust.  The sound of
their bodies smacking against each other
echoed throughout the vacant coffee house.  The smell of man sex
permeated the air, stifling the usual scent of brewed coffee beans.

Carter mercilessly bashed into him, sinking his big cock balls deep up
his stretched fuck hole.  Rivulets of sweat cascaded down the angular
plane of his back, disappearing into the tight cleft of his chiseled
buttocks.  Perspiration seeped from his forehead, caught in his thick,
dark eyebrows and dripped down onto the jutting nubs of his nipples,
dangling precariously before falling off onto Cody's split butt cheeks.
Cody's pretty pink ass lips clung to the burning length of sausage as
Carter penetrated deeply into his steaming hot innards.   Every ounce of
his strength was centered on fucking the dude senseless, but Cody was
loving every minute of it!  His soaked blond head violently shook from
side to side, spraying beads of sweat as his even white teeth gnashed
together and his fists pounded on the counter top.

"HARDER! HARDER!" he shouted in delirium.  'GIMME ALL OF THAT BIG
FUCKING COCK!  SPLIT MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Carter snarled, gritted his teeth and lunged.  Every bit of his raging
muscle swelled in the sex slickened gripping hole.  His big, wet sex
jackhammered in short, mean strokes, poking into Cody's belly.  The
semi-sigh, semi-shout erupting from the fuckee's mouth reverberated with
the intense, super-charged drilling he was receiving.  Hunching over his
body, Carter hugged his tendoned arms around Cody's slim waist and
fucked him like a rabid dog.  Cody squirmed and wriggled beneath the
sex-crazed stud, intoxicated by the sensation of being so totally
possessed by another man.

Carter's young heart beat in his chest like a roaring train engine and
he knew he could take no more.  With one final, gut-wrenching thrust he
embedded his heavng erection far up into Cody's battered bowels and
tossed off one massive, ball-busting load after another.  His huge tool
flexed and pulsed in the warmth of Cody's superior asshole, convulsing
without end, searing the sex slut's innards with his hot cum.  Cody's
trained ass muscles had the unmitigated gall to tighten around his
throbbing tool and milk every last drop of man jizz.

With a spent growl, Carter fell to the floor, dragging Cody with him.
They lay that way for quite a while, neither capable of speaking a word
as their over-charged bodies wound down.  Carter reflected, wondering
how this prime piece of ass---and best lay he had ever had---would react
if he knew his true identity.  In time, perhaps he would reveal himself
as former bad boy Matt Clark, who had taken a bullet  because of rich
boy Nicholas Newman.  For now, though, Cody must remain a sweet little
pawn in his game.  His mind worked quickly as he observed the rise and
fall of Cody's smooth, sex-sweatened chest.  Cody must be introduced to
his cohort in crime, Larry Warton.  He grinned, almost evily, as he
thought of the wicked things Warton would do to sweet Cody.  And how
much the all-American sex pig would love them.

Observing the mischevious twinkle in Carter's dark eyes, Cody rolled
himself over on top of the man's soaked body.  "I know what you're
thinking, man."

Raising a brow, Carter brought his hands up to caress the length of
Cody's long, naked back.  "Do you?  Tell me."

Cody's innocent blue eyes twinkled like stars in the sky.  Grinning, he
guessed, "You were thinking of what might happen if boss man Nick was to
walk through that door right now.  Come on, Carter, admit it.  I've seen
you checking him out when he's not looking.  Come on, man, you can tell
me."

Carter silenced Cody with a mouthful of tongue and then fucked him
again, this time with the blond flat on his back as they went at it
right up on the service counter.   It was the boy's repayment, Carter
inwardly decided, for coming so close to the eventual truth.

Nick Newman would be his, but he would share him with no one.  Not even
with a hot little sex slut as eager as totally adorable, and totally
fuckable, Cody.