Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 22:22:02 -0400 From: Steve Griffin Subject: Gay General Hospital 4 General Hospital belongs to ABC and Disney, not me. I am only writing a fictional story and don't expect a monetary reward. I do expect you to ask first if you want to put this story anywhere else. Do not read if you aren't over 18...you know that drill. Thanks for all your feedback guys. Keep it coming! Hopefully chapter 5 will be longer. Whatever you want to see, I try to work it in. Cameron and Zander, heads hanging as if they were on the way to the gallows, followed behind Reginald as he fumbled with the key to his rented room above Kelly's Diner. "What if somebody catches us? I come here all the time, man," Zander hissed through his gritted teeth. Reggie simply waved a dismissive hand as he finally pushed the handle open. "Please...who cares about the peanut gallery? An establishment owned and operated by a pack of ex-hookers has no room to judge." When Zander and Cameron filed into the room, Reginald wondered just how far he could push them. They were studying the bed, the curtains, the nightstand -- everything but each other. They were clearly uneasy about what was about to happen. But if they *really* didn't want to give into his blackmail, they wouldn't have gone with him. He wasn't a serious threat and they knew it. Settling into a nearby chair, his legs spread wide, Reginald barked out his first order. "Strip each other naked." The matching anger coursing through their pointed chins made Reginald chuckle. They probably didn't even realize how much they had in common. They would in a few moments. Breaking the unbearably awkward silence, Zander muttered an apology under his breath as he reached out for his father's coat. 'I'm undressing my own father,' flashed through Zander's crotch like a bolt of lightning. For his part, Cameron stood completely still while his jacket fell to the ground. Zander felt his fingers fumble against the light blue dress shirt. One button at a time disappeared, until a thick forest of crimson hair was on display. Zander's eyes widened as he took in all that fur; he couldn't help running his hands through the chest jungle before him. This was the last place Cameron wanted to "bond" with his son. The thought had entered his mind, as he'd always regretted their estrangement, but he still had not been prepared for just how eager and experienced the young progeny of his loins seemed to be. Cameron managed to not react as his meaty nipples were brushed against, as his belly was soothed and stroked, as the clink of his belt unlooping echoed through the room, as his slacks crumpled around his ankles, but when that young, shaky finger slid inside his fly, he let out a groan loud enough to shake the foundation of the building. "Did I hurt you, Dad?" Cameron beamed at his genuinely worried son, speaking without words that that was far from the case. He lovingly pushed away the ever-present curl falling in those soulful brown eyes. Zander's poker face began to melt away at the tender touch. "I love you, Dad." Upon saying those whispered words, Zander had never seen such warmth in his father's weathered, authoratitive, dashingly handsome features. His father's hands were strong and sure as they yanked Zander's flimsy long-sleeved shirt over his head. The fresh, juicy nipples were erect from the forbidden excitement coursing through him. Cameron's tousled his son's hair as he unzipped the boy's skintight blue jeans. A fat, 8-inch surprise was waiting for him. The heavy hog smacked against his hand. His eyebrows rose to his forehead. Zander didn't wear underwear? Judging by the bulge in the front and back of those asshuggers, that shouldn't have come as a surprise, but still... "Are you disappointed at what you see, Dr. Lewis?" Cameron had almost forgotten Reginald was even in the room. Glancing over to find the former butler naked below the waist was not a surprise; the length and girth was. The amiable top had a veritable elephant dick half-aroused between his taut thighs. His pubic area was completely shaved, tracing down to the tops of his calves. Sheer white skin, only adding to the intimidating force of his enormous length. Reginald fixed his narrow eye slits directly on father and son, leisurely pulling at his pinkish shaft. Cameron didn't realize how excited he was until a pair of sweaty, nervous fingers began to tug down his boxers. Zander was so eager to please him. Desperate even. Cameron had once prided himself on keeping distance, on not forming a personal attachment, but the ice wall around his heart thawed for good at the pure adoration on his successor's normally sullen, guarded face. "Oh God, Zander...have I ever told you how much you mean to me?" Zander blinked back his hot tears, feeling his hairy father up. "Show me...Daddy." Overcome with every emotion in the rainbow, Cameron smashed their mouths together. The moment was theirs alone. Sweet, tender, slowly evolving into raw hunger for flesh. Their hands cupped normally hidden areas. Zander was enraptured by the light coating of fur on the older man's surprisingly firm ass. Cameron hissed into his son's thick, corded neck as he traced his son's hard, supple buns. Two fingers slipped inside, with surprising ease. In spite of himself, Cameron tensed up, his hands held tight on the back of his son's neck. "Have you been committing sodomy, son? Did someone force you?" Zander's nearly had a gran mal seizure at the brusequeness of those words. Just when he thought the old issues and disapproval were gone. "Dad, for a long time, drugs and sex were all I had to make me feel better. Sure, it's part of my past now, but I'm never going to be what you expect the perfect son to be." Reggie rolled his eyes. He could take anything but a goddamn After-School Special. He had to get this out of the way. He leapt to his feet, the contrast between his dense mat of chest hair and his shaved lower torso striking. "Hey, let's not forget the real reason we're here. Sex, and lots of it! Zander, why don't you tell Daddy Dearest about the first time we played upstairs, downstairs?" Arms crossed at his waist, Cameron bored into his son's bewildered face. "Yes, son, tell 'Daddy' exactly what you've done with this man." -- The tall, stunningly profiled African-American police officer remained a few steps back from the desk in front of him. He'd be relieved to get back home and get naked. The worst part of the job was the constricting suits. His body, sculpted from years of violence on street corners, had remained compact and imposing through good diet, and intense training with all-too-willing police recruits. Wrestling on rubber mats, groping and grinding in skimpy shorts, especially the rare times he was brave enough to not wear an athletic supporter, frequently led to closer inspection of weeping cocks and pleading asses. Black, white, Asian, Latino, closeted and gay, straight and curious...few had been able to resist his long trouser snake. He rarely wore underwear due to the sheer thrill of the most guarded, ordinary human beings openly gaping at his massive chocolate donuts or flaring brown flagpole. He could and had seduced anyone he wanted. As soon as this dull briefing was over, he planned on going back to his favorite decaying rest area and flashing his badge for a few frightened, eager cocksuckers to do his bidding. The cum he'd smear on their scared faces, the piss he would drain in their eager, gulping mouths... "Sir, Detective Marcus Taggert is here to see you." As Taggert popped back into reality, Scott Baldwin's middle-aged secretary prepared herself for another gruff bark from her boss. Every day was a new form of verbal abuse with the obsessive and ornery District Attorney. Imagine her surprise as the placid voice waiting for her on the other end. "Send him in. Hold all calls and visitors please." Taggert himself was surprised, but then, Port Charles was nothing but surprises. "You can go in." "Thank you," Taggert whispered to her, lifting his jacket just a bit to let her get a good look of his hot ass while he walked inside. Little did he realize the biggest surprise of all was waiting for him in the very next room... -- Tell me what you want to await Taggert, at knack6@hotmail.com