Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 03:42:17 -0600 From: Nicholas A Ryan Subject: OLTL Part One Author's note; While this is a new ongoing series, please be rest assured that my previous series, Anderson Cooper Investigates, Presidential Privileges and Law and Order, while continue. Thanks for your support and patience. DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the actors involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement to the following actors and/or characters that may be mentioned. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to characters and actors. One Life to Live are all property of ABC and Agnes Nixon. The situations depicted herein in no way reflect the intended sexuality of said characters. One Life to Live Part One Billy Douglas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He looked around the crowded club self consciously. Mostly women, of various ages, were whistling and cat calling at the muscular stripped on stage gyrating in rhythm to the beat of the music. He looked at his friend at the table with him, but his college buddy was just as absorbed in the male ripping his clothes off on the stage. He inhaled sharply. Why he had ever allowed Kevin Sheffield to drag him to the seedy strip club in Center City in the first place was beyond him. Billy gazed at the glass of club soda on the table before him. He and Kevin Sheffield were buddies from college. Both gay, they met at a gay student union meeting and quickly hit it off. It helped that they were the only two gay members who weren't gym bunnies or club kids. It also helped that they were from Pine Valley and Llanview, both suburbs of Philadelphia. They'd remained friends after graduation. Kevin went on to New York while Billy had recently returned to Llanview to work for Victoria Lord at the Banner. Kevin had called a week before explaining that he was visiting Pine Valley and would love to get together to catch up. Billy had expected a quiet night in, certainly not a seedy strip club. It wasn't Billy's scene. However Kevin coerced him, promising that they'd blend in with the crowd. Billy looked around again. Yeah right. Two gay men could certainly blend in with a crowd full of wailing women. Billy nudged Kevin. "I thought you said that there were going to be more gay men here? We're the only two men period." Billy glanced distastefully at the stripped on stage. "Aside from them." "Will you relax!" Kevin grumbled, never wavering from the hunky view on stage. "So what if we're the only two dudes in the audience." Kevin grinned, "it gives us more of a chance." Billy rolled his eyes. "A chance for what?" Kevin licked his lower lip. "To hook up with one of them," he nodded toward the stage. Billy looked at him sharply but Kevin was too engrossed in the dancer on stage to notice. Backstage, Antonio Vega was pulling on his leather chaps over his thong and G-string. He sighed looking at his bare ripped torso in his dressing room mirror. This undercover job was really beginning to drag on. He'd expected this drug bust to be quick and easy, but it had lasted more than a week. Bo Buchanan was determined to bust the real king pin of the crystal meth ring, so it hadn't been as cut and dry as expected. He twisted his lips derisively. Bo's humor over the undercover position for Antonio had galled Antonio. Stripping on stage before a roomful of women hadn't been the highlight of Antonio's career as a cop. He'd just reconciled with Jessica Buchanan and felt uncomfortable flaunting his body before any woman other than Jess. He'd hoped that a few fags would be in the audiences each night to concentrate on them versus the women out of respect for Jess, but no queers ever appeared in the throng of faces off stage. A knock on the door startled Antonio. He looked up to one of the club's bar backs. "You're next bolero," the youth sniggered. Antonio rolled his eyes before snatching up his hat and walking to the dressing room door. Billy sighed again, but Kevin still hadn't gotten the hint that Billy wanted to leave. As the stripped left the stage and the announcer returned to stage to introduce the next act, Billy rolled his eyes and abruptly stood. Kevin still didn't pay him any notice. "I'm going to the bar to get another drink." He announced. If Kevin heard him, he gave no indication so Billy shrugged and walked to the bar. Antonio moved to the stage as he was announced. As he began moving provocatively to the music, he began to scan the audience. The bartender handed Billy his club soda and moved to the next order. Billy reluctantly turned back to the tables and began making his way back to Kevin. He briefly glanced at the dancer expecting to see a bland blonde blue eyed gym bunny like the rest but was pleasantly surprised by the muscular Latino type in a Zorro outfit. Antonio noted a fag at a table in surprise. He was a dark haired young man. Antonio was relieved by his appearance and felt a bit more lose. Antonio reasoned that the guy couldn't be alone. He searched out the crowd further and noted a young blonde man weaving his way through the tables toward the other guy. Boyfriends? Antonio doubted it. They both looked like bottoms. Antonio concentrated on the second gay dude. He was blonde and.....a bit familiar to Antonio. When the guy looked up at the stage, their eyes met and Antonio grinned. Billy gulped and blushed the moment he realized the sexy Latino was smiling at him. Billy looked down abruptly and quickly took his seat. Against his will, Billy looked up again and the dancer nodded his head slightly and winked. Billy suffused again. Antonio's heart was racing, perhaps from the energy of his performance or perhaps.....the way the queer blushed was kind of cute, Antonio conceded. He'd had a few sexual experiences with dudes in prison. For a brief moment he remembered Powell. He quickly shook the thought and gazed at the blonde queer with the flirty eyes and innocent blush. Billy couldn't believe that the stripped was paying so much attention to him. He twisted the glass of club soda between his hands. He hoped that no one else noticed. Antonio whipped the cape from his broad caramel shoulders and moved to the edge of the stage. He grinned and removed his hat and sailed it across the crowded room. Several woman shrieked and jumped to catch it. Antonio looked at the blonde queer again. He jumped from the stage and landed doing the splits before rising and dancing toward the queers' table. Several women cast Kevin and Billy envious glances as Antonio moved around their table. Billy tensed the minute the stripped's hands touched the back of his chair. He wanted to slide down beneath the table as all eyes turned on him. The stripper reached over Billy and lightly touched his bare fore arms. Billy shivered and burned simultaneously as the stripper ran his hands up Billy's arms before lifting his arms back to his throat, tugging at his tie. The stripped pulled the black silk strip from around his neck and bent forward until his face was practically brushing Billy's. Billy would have jerked away but his neck was stiff with suspense and tension. Antonio's breath fanned the flushed cheek. In a very low voice, he murmured for the queer alone, "cute blush." Billy blinked in shock and gulped again. Billy glanced at Kevin, who broadly grinned and winked at Billy. The stripper gently draped the silk tie around Billy's throat and then moved away to a table of women. Kevin chuckled. "If anyone's going to score....." he teased. "Shut up!" Billy was utterly embarrassed. He lifted his club soda and quickly guzzled it down before standing stiffly to walk back to the bar. Several hours later, Kevin was ready to leave. It was none too soon for Billy. "Are you ready to get out of here?" Kevin glanced to Billy. "I was ready three hours ago." Billy admitted. "You would have missed your sexy Latin," Kevin teased. "He isn't my Latin," Billy emphasized irritably. Kevin chortled so Billy stood abruptly. "I need to use the restroom before we go." He said stiffly. Antonio sauntered into the men's room. He was wearing sweats. He'd changed in his dressing room since his performance was over. He was tired but was required to remain at the club until the place closed. He usually worked out a bit in the dressing room waiting for the place to close most nights. He had brought in a few hand weights early on. Tonight he'd tried to pump a few reps a bit but was unable to concentrate. He was thinking of the blonde queer. He felt guilty. He shouldn't have been thinking of anyone else except Jess. It was bad enough that he was thinking of a fag. Dudes had been necessary in prison, but.......Antonio suddenly wondered if the blonde queer would be blushing if he were sucking on Antonio's cock. Antonio grinned as he sauntered up to the urinal and pulled his ten inch cock from his sweats. He aimed the semi erect cock down and released a steady stream into the porcelain basin. Billy walked into the men's room and made for the urinals but stopped abruptly at the sight of the sexy Latin stripper standing before one of the urinals. His mind told him to move to the urinal farthest away but Billy's body moved to the urinal right next to the stripper. Billy pulled his own hardening cock from his slacks and tried to concentrate on the wall before him. Antonio noted another man step to the urinal next to him. As his stream of urine ceased, Antonio was ready to put his thick cock back into his sweats until he realized the man next to him was the blonde queer. Antonio hesitated. Billy couldn't help himself. He glanced out of the corner of his eye down to the stripper's cock. He was pleased by what he saw. He glanced away, but took a peek again. Unconsciously he licked his lower lip. The stripper was beginning to stroke his cock and it was rising stiff, fast. Antonio liked the way the queer was looking at his cock. He stroked it to tease the fag. He had no intention of doing anything else but found himself murmuring lowly, "like what you see?" To be continued.....