Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 22:07:43 -0400 From: Steve Griffin Subject: All My Children 2 AMC belongs to ABC and Disney. Please don't archive or distribute this without asking me first. Don't read this if you aren't over 18 or the age of majority in your area. I deeply appreciated the letters of response last time, and would love more. How do you feel about this chapter? What would you like to see? Any other comments? E-mail me at knack6@hotmail.com -- As Aidan laid his red muscle shirt on the table with the other various garments, Jack began fuming. Who the fuck did this limey think he was? No wonder he was related to Anna. When Jack was going to bark another command, Aidan leaned over, forcefully pressing his thick, callused middle finger between Jack's lips. "All I want is to get off. Fair enough?" A man who spoke Jack's language. Jack mumbled an affirmative, sucking the digit into his mouth with a shark smile, and biting down lightly. Aidan was distracted from the finger-blowing by his pants being lowered to his ankles. Leo, furiously hard, had given into his need to see those strong carpenter calves and that tightly packed pouch. What he wasn't expecting was that Aidan never bothered with underwear. Aidan's ample, uncut hog flew from his pants as soon as they were opened, slapping Leo hard on the left cheek. "Good boy," Aidan drawled, wiping a cum trail off Leo's face and pressing his sticky fingers into Leo's waiting mouth. They were dutifully sucked and licked clean, before Leo, abandoning all pretense at this point, began chewing on Aidan's dangling foreskin. The wrinkled skin was mired in salt and sweat, and that masculine odor Leo had almost forgotten about in his years of heterosexuality. He'd fucked and sucked so many times in Europe that he wanted to put those days behind him, but with this fully clothed Daddy ogling him and massaging his prick for him, and with Adonis Aidan, swathed in motor oil and perspiration, grunting as he fed another cocooned inch, Leo gladly reembraced his gay side. With an especially loud grunt, Aidan pulled Leo off his endowment, plating a forceful, almost abusive kiss on Leo's stunned, bruised lips before turning Leo to face Jack. Stubble burns stinging his skin, Leo sighed as Jack unzipped himself and rubbed his hard 8 1/2 inches all over his nose, cheeks, and lips, dribbling precum on his chiseled features. Angrily yanking at Leo's close-cropped hair, Jack pushed the very willing subject onto his furious, arching manhood. At the same time, Aidan slid his saber up and down Leo's bubble butt, teasing himself and his lover. Garbled sounds of pain and pleasure echoed against Jack's swallowed meat, for Aidan had taken that moment to impale Leo's half-prepared chute. The girth alone was astounding, but Aidan massaged Leo's belly and chest, groping Leo's erection as Leo's tight tunnel groped his. The more Aidan exited and slammed back in, the closer he arrived to Leo's prostate. Jack spewed the filthiest talk imaginable as he rammed Leo's sore mouth onto his prick, calling Leo a man-slut, asking him if he spread his legs for David as easily as he spread his legs for them, asking him what his rate was. As he rasped and moaned encouragement and rage, Aidan pummelled faster and faster, a silent, deadly weapon, his low-hangers slapping at Leo's thighs furiously. "How'd you feel if Greenlee walked in here and saw her devoted hubby showing his pussy, huh? Maybe she should strap one on and have a turn, too. Leo DuPres, biggest tramp in town. Spread those cheeks and dive in...oh yeah bitch...nggghhh..." Jack could no longer contain himself or his gallons of long pent-up seed. Leo swallowed as much as he could, the rest coating the corners of his mouth, dripping down to his chin and neck. Jack patted his head, like an owner to a faithful dog, and zipped himself up, watching Aidan lost in another world, those stormy blue eyes clouded over while he pumped his nut into Leo. His skillful, rough hands on Leo's weeping hardness and tight sac pushed Leo as far as he could go. Leo exploded onto Aidan's hand and the floor below him, on his chest, everywhere. Aidan succumbed to Leo's clenching cheeks, and dumped his load as he masturbated Leo further and licked his own sweat tears off Leo's glistening back. After Aidan tenderly pulled out, he kissed Leo on the forehead, the nose, finally the mouth, suckling the weary tongue as a thank you for the wonderful job his ass cheeks had done. Jack ushered him out, watching his cute butt jostling as he left. Hopefully this wouldn't be their last encounter, Jack thought to himself. As for Leo, currently gasping and sitting in the chair wearing only his boxers, Jack could only grin evilly at him. And drop a $20 bill on the table. Saying nothing, he exited, leaving Leo to hold his head in his hands and wonder what had just happened here. ** "Trey, Trey, Trey," said the man himself, studying his besuited image in the mirror. Trey Kenyon was an alias for Pine Valley's newest man of mystery, newest villian. Young and sleek, he hid his toned body in tailored suits, wanting to seem as anonymous as he could. His main goal was to get his psycho client Vanessa's money earned during her drug lord days, but as her self-righteous spawn Leo had begun digging into Trey's past, Trey realized he had to adapt his plan and shut Leo down. Fast. And, preferably, hard. Trey had always had more luck with men than women. You could scare a woman, or drive her away, or fuck her, but not much else. Men covered the emotional rainbow. Trey had learned this back in his college days, when he pulled his confused straight boy routine to coax his Latino, flaming roomie to help show him the ropes of homosexuality, and, more importantly, give him head on a daily basis. As Manuel and, later, his various big-dicked, skillfully-lipped cronies blew Trey's mind and many other areas, Trey learned how to break hearts as easily as he broke cherries. He could make a man fall in love with him, make him squirm, make him want to kill himself, make him want to spend his entire life shackled to a bed with only Trey's tongue as an outside connection to the world. Now what to do about Leo. Murder was too murky for now, so perhaps blackmail. Yes, blackmail. Trey rubbed his grey-trousered snake as he thought of Leo on his bed, cheeks spread, waiting for Trey to slide his cock home. Aroused at the thought, Trey removed his jacket at tie, scratching his large nipples which protruded through his thin shirt. Leo's teeth tearing at his tits flashed into Trey's mind, and he purred slightly, popping open his shirt cuff by cuff, button by button, sliding the garment in the hallway on his way to the kitchen. His shoes were next, and socks, and he visioned Leo sucking on his toes, giving him the best foot job possible. Next, Trey sipped at a cheap beer, water droplets gliding down his neck and to his chest, matting in a patch his lightly furred chest. Trey placed the cool can against his forehead, his lips, his hard nipples, his even harder penis. Not wanting to pay extra on the dry cleaning bill for semen stains, Trey unfasted his slacks, walking back to the fridge clad only in his sexy glasses and tight black boxer-briefs. Trey began unpeeling a banana as a shudder of pleasure hit his highly aroused form, a fantasy of kneeling in front of Leo, teasing and toying with his pleading penis. Carried away, Trey pulled out a cucumber, yanking down his briefs as he reached for a Crisco jar. Dipping the vegetable in the jar, he massaged his jutting, shapely bum, and slowly slid the makeshift dildo in. He imagined riding Leo's cock, having Leo beg him and scream his name as their love juices mixed and mingled. Trey positioned most of the cucumber up his hole, and began jostling the object in and out, massaging areas that had been dormant for too long. Refusing to jack himself off, he instead played with his abs and nipples and licked at his sweaty armpits, watching his sausage bobbing, swaying, growing closer and closer to explosion. Finally, he shoved the green dildo fully up his ass, closing his eyes and biting his duckish lower lip as the volleys of semen traveled through his long thickness and erupted all over him and the kitchen floor. Trey gathered a pool of ejaculate between his fingers and tasted himself. Quite a good orgasm, Trey thought to himself. "Thanks Leo," he uttered. He then sat his nude backside on the kitchen counter and resumed eating his banana.