Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 22:26:58 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shayne Does Springfield 2

Guiding Light belongs to Procter & Gamble and CBS, not to me. The story
belongs to me. Don't read if you are over 18.

I LOVED the responses to the first chapter and heartily beg for more. I
won't know what you want to see if you don't tell me. If you've written
before, that doesn't matter, feel free to write me again. I'm working your
suggestions in as quickly as I can.

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Ben grimaced when the shower door opened.

"I told you to leave."

Shayne wasn't listening. If Ben were being honest with himself, he'd admit
that the sight of Shayne's naked ballplayer body inches away from him was
just what he needed. So he didn't object when Shayne pulled him in for a
deep kiss.

As their intermingled sweat and cum was rinsed off by the warm shower spray,
they hugged tightly, exploring their mouths with wet tongues and their
beautiful bodies with their soft, delicate hands. They fondled each other
for what seemed like hours, their erections reviving, the slick, slimy cocks
dueling between their legs. When Shayne reached Ben's buttocks, he squeezed
the supple, dimpled cheeks. He began to lovingly scrub Ben's strong,
unblemished back with the bar of soap. Unmoving, Ben just held Shayne in his
arms. Finally Shayne noticed the water on his shoulder was not from the
shower, but from Ben's eyes. Those big sky blue eyes...full of loss.

When Ben realized what he was doing, he began to pull away, but Shayne
refused, placing the taller man's head on his shoulder.

"Shh...you've been through so much...no need to feel bad about this. Just
let it out."

He tenderly carressed Ben's belly and chest.

"Th...thank you. Nobody's touched me this way, like a lover, not a fuck toy,
since Bill."

Involuntarily, Shayne's manhood jumped at the thought of this gorgeous stud
and Bill Lewis fucking and sucking each other. That Bill was Shayne's cousin
only made the images kinkier. Shayne began lightly thrusting his prick into
Ben's abs.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me about..."

Ben was momentarily surprised by Shayne's eagerness to hear about his
cousin, but his own shaft, which had never fully softened, had plumped up to
it's fat length from Shayne's ministrations of his body. As Ben's weeping
began to clear up, his penis leaked clear gobs of fluid, stuttering a thank
you as Shayne wrapped a fist around the circumfence.

"We started when we were just boys. I'd never seen any cock but my own, and
we compared size, shape. We touched each other a few times, but then he
started going for girls. Then we were like 14, and one night we stole some
of his father's beer. I'd always wanted to taste him, and I figured I could
blame it on the booze. I pulled off my shirt and he took his off. I bit his
nipples, and he touched my chest. Then I said we should compare pubic hair
and he went along. His was wild, curly, dark, like an Oklahoma tumbleweed.
He said his father was exactly the same. My dad's girlfriend, Alex
Spaulding, had some fancy art books she didn't think anyone knew about. One
of them was naked men doing things to each other. Those books gave me a
woody every time I looked through 'em. I wanted to do some of that to a
guy."

Ben paused while Shayne left small bites and kisses along his square
jawline.

"Am I freaking you out?"

Shayne's only response was to turn Ben around, his face pressed against the
shower wall.

"Go on, stud. You're getting me hard."

Ben shuddered at the chill of the shampoo against his muscled cheeks, but he
continued.

"Bill had such a beautiful penis, long even back then. I knew it would fit
so perfectly in my mouth. I sucked him in. He was moaning really loud and I
pulled down my pants and shoved my meat in his face. Originally just to shut
him up, but then I felt his tongue licking all around my head. When he
swallowed my head, the whole thing, I couldn't control myself. I shot down
his throat. He sputtered, but he didn't push me off. He gasped around my
cock when I got below his balls with my tongue. He was close so I stuck my
finger up his ass and clamped back down on his shaft. He shot...I almost
fucking drowned, the juice was running out all the corners of my mouth.
After that we fell asleep in each other's arms, but the next morning, I was
all alone. He said nothing had happened, I'd dreamed it."

Shayne kissed his way down Ben's spine as his tongue slithered inside Ben's
quivering shithole.

"NNNNGGGGHHHH....forgot about all that 'til we were both back in
Springfield. I'd learned everything about a man's body while I was in
boarding school, and apparently he'd had some lessons too. First thing he
did when we met up again was get me drunk. Took us back to his hotel room.
Stripped us naked. Damn, our bodies were so hot. The hair on his chest was
such a turn-on. Then he pushed me on the bed and said he was gonna
'cornhole' me. I put my legs behind my back and he ate me out, like you're
doing now, for so long I had to beg him to fuck me. He flipped me doggy
style and started longdicking me. That bed just about broke. Now he won't
even talk to me. He hates me cause his girlfriend committed the murders I
was accused of. How could this happen. How...how...OH GOODDDDDDDD...."

Ben's moans came from Shayne slipping all 6 hard inches of his teenmeat up
that waiting ass. Shayne wanted nothing more than to take Ben's away from
his emotional pain, and maybe a bit of physical pain and pleasure would do
the trick.

"So Bill fucked you like I'm doing right now?"

Ben bucked his experienced rump, burying the flesh piston deeper inside him.

"Yeah. Fuck my ass, just like your cousin did. Bet you wish you were fucking
his ass...or he was plowing yours."

Shayne wanted nothing more than to have his butt branded by a Lewis man, and
Ben's nasty talk spurred him into violently thrusting into that sumptious
rear end which was painstakingly milking his dick.

"Geez, Lewis, I always thought you'd bottom for your baseball buds. Now I
know what your real weakness is. Your own family."

As the pounding grew angrier, rougher, Ben welcomed the touch of Shayne's
fingers grabbing his hair, pushing his head against the tiles over and over.
He wanted the pain, the sensations, the man's touch.

"Once you're done with Bill, I bet you're gonna go find your father. Sit on
that fat uppercrust redneck beefsteak he's packing. Burn your baby cheeks on
his whiskers while he's eating you out. What a slut you
are....YYEEEESSSSSS....!!!!!!"

Ben's cum splattered against the wall while Shayne, screaming from ecstasy,
emptied his wad inside the tight asswalls. Every time he told himself to be
sick over the idea of his father naked, his father sodomizing him, he shot
another load.

Guiltily, the two men pulled apart.

"I-I'm sorry, Shayne, I-I...it's OK. I wanted to have sex with my dad, too."

Shayne saw the heartbreak in Ben's eyes. As confused as he was about his
feelings, he couldn't crush this poor guy again with rejection. He patted
Ben's chest, smoothing against the hard nubs and rubbing his sore six-pack.

"C'mon, dude, ease up. It's all a fantasy, right? Don't apologize. And don't
give up on Bill. He's a good guy. See him one more time before you leave
town. For me."

Ben kissed Shayne's forehead. God, such an adorable, impish face and such a
hard, tempting body. What a combo.

"Do something for me. Be straight - no pun intended - with Marina. Don't
string her along like I did. If you're gay, tell her. Be a friend, cause she
could always use more of those."

While Ben began towelling off his sopping, cut physique, no tan lines
anywhere in sight, Shayne felt another lump growning at his crotch.

"I gotta go. I'm gonna be in your bed all night if I don't leave right now."

In unison, the two horny young men drawled, "like that's a bad thing."

Laughing, Shayne pulled his clothes back on. As he left, he made a mental
note to get Bill to see Ben. Some friendships are meant for a lifetime.

When Shayne got back home, it was dusk. All the lights were out. Mom was off
with her psychic friends and Dad was probably on a construction site. Shayne
laid on the couch, intending to think about his plans for Bill and Ben's
reconciliation. Instead, exhausted from his multiple orgasms, he dozed off.

Sometime later, with the room in total darkness, the sleeping beauty was
awoken by his sweatpants being tugged down, inch by inch. His buns were not
exposed to the cool air for long before a wet tongue parted them. Shayne
whimpered into his pillow. Whose tongue was that? Should he stop them? What
should he do?

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