Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 20:32:29 -0800 (PST) From: Oh Leander Subject: The Hung & The Restless (part 7) - Brad & Devon ----------------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: "The Young & The Restless" is daytime soap opera in the U.S. and property of the CBS Network, and is copyrighted material. This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexual preference of any of the characters involved or the actors who portray them. This is pure fan fiction.   Please e-mail me (ohleander@yahoo.com) if you would like to make any comments. I will take all suggestions and comments under consideration. If you would like to tell me how you would like the story to continue, please let me know. I'm not much on alot of plot development, just semi feasible storylines and fucking. Lots of fucking. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got a little carried away with this one. Its sooo hot! Enjoy! --------------------------- ************************** BRAD & DEVON: The Office ************************** "SHIT!" Devon Hamilton awoke and stared in disbelief at his alarm clock. It was 7:45am already and he knew he'd be late to his job at Newman Enterprises. He sat on the edge of his bed, scratching his morning wood. After he gathered his bearings, he scurried out of bed and ran around his room gathering various articles of clothing. In two minutes flat he was downstairs and dressed, rummaging through the fridge for something to stuff in his mouth for breakfast. "Good morning", Lily said as she leisurely strolled into the kitchen. "Hey, shouldn't you be on your way to work". "Yeah I overslept", Devon said as he put a banana and protein bar in his backpack. "You wanna give me a lift?" "Sorry , I can't. Newman's in the opposite direction and I gotta be at the store in hour", Lily looked at her watch. " Lauren'll kill me if I'm late again. We've got a big sale going on". "You know, I don't know why I moved in with you", Devon joked. "I guess I'll take the bus". "Have fun", Lily said sarcastically, raising her glass of orange juice in a mock toast. Devon managed to catch a break as he saw his bus pulling up to his stop just as he left the house. He flung his backpack over his shoulder as he ran to catch the bus. He hated riding public transportation and he counted the days until he saved up enough money to buy himself a car. He must've been the only 18 year old he knew that was still riding the bus. It did have its benefits though. It gave him time to think and reflect before a hectic day at Newman. It also gave him a chance to check out some really cute guys. Every now and then a hottie or two would climb aboard and take a seat. And Devon would sometimes have to place his backpack in his lap to hide his raging morning wood. Not this morning though. No hotties, he thought. Just as well. He needed this time to go over a report he'd done for his internship at Newman Enterprises. It was hard enough for him being the son of one of the executive board members, but the interns also had the misfortune of having to report directly to Brad Carlton. Brad could a real prick and a slave driver. He also made no effort to hide the fact that he despised Devon's father, Neil Winters. It was clear that Neil was the favorite son in the company as Victor Newman gave him more and more executive power. Brad coped by taking some of his frustrations out on Devon. Devon couldn't entirely blame him though. Besides, he thought, the corporate world is filled with sharks. And Brad was definitely a barracuda; a barracuda in a finely tailored suit. Suddenly Devon's mind drifted from the report he was reading to thinking about Brad and how hot he always looked suited up, dressed to the nines. In some ways it was better than seeing him naked. Devon would watch Brad, with his cocksure strut, as he pranced around the office, fantasizing about what his hard body looked like underneath all those pinstripes and Italian wool. He could barely get any work done. And he almost missed his stop. Devon jumped up from his reverie and pulled the chord to signal the bus to stop at the corporate plaza where the Newman building was. The lobby was bustling with the morning work crowd as Devon hurried through the revolving door and darted toward the elevators. He reached one crowded elevator just as it was closing. "Hold that door!", he shouted putting a foot in the way of it closing. As the doors re-opened, Devon stepped inside the crowded cabin and came face to face with Brad Carlton. Brad looked at his watch and then back at Devon, shaking his head and smirking his obvious disapproval for his lateness. Devon said nothing and stood with his back to Brad as the doors closed. He felt Brad exhale hot air on the back of his neck and knew he wasn't happy. "Nice of you to join us today, Mr. Hamilton", Brad said. "Sorry I'm late", Devon replied. "My alarm clock must be broke. It didn't go off this morning". "You know, if you want to get ahead in this business you need to be on time. Excuses won't cut it", Brad scolded him. Devon hated being embarrassed in front of all these people. His anger was tempered only by the fact that he found Brad extremely attractive. The vague notion of some distant, non-existent promise of sex danced in his head. Had it been anyone else Devon probably would have lost his cool right there in the elevator. Instead he bit his tongue and took it. "Yes, sir, Mr. Carlton", he responded, addressing Brad as he had been instructed. He figured Brad derived some sick twisted pleasure out of berating the interns in public, especially him. Brad made it clear he was in charge and that they were expendable. Devon didn't necessarily like being threatened with imminent termination on a daily basis, but the sting felt good when it came from a man like Brad Carlton. It was something he couldn't explain and didn't really care to. Brad was hot and he was standing right behind him. Devon's boner had never really gone down from this morning. He tried to will his dick to behave, standing there in an elevator full of people. But trying to stop raging teenage hormones was useless. The elevator jolted to a stop on one of the floors and a few people pushed their way through the crammed little space to exit. As Devon repositioned himself to let people off he lost his footing for a moment and rubbed slightly up against Brad, who instinctively grabbed Devon's sides. They touched only for a second but it was long enough for the imprint of Brad's body to get burned into Devon's backside. His big hands, hard chest and tell-tale bulge in his pants. Brad also registered how fit Devon's body was and how taut his oblique muscles felt beneath his shirt. Devon felt Brad let his hands linger a second too long and looked back at him, issuing a cursory apology. But Brad stood stone-faced. Seconds later the doors opened and Devon exited the elevator on his floor. Brad watched Devon slink walk away, admiring his slender frame and perky teenage butt. He secretly loved the way Devon let his pants sag a bit, in the way young guys his age often do. While he sized up his young intern, Brad tucked a hand in his pants pocket and kneaded his cock slowly as it hardened. Devon turned quickly to get one last look at Brad and noticed him staring. Brad made a half hearted attempt to act like he was scratching his thigh. Though just as Devon thought he might be doing something more, their eyes met and the doors closed. The rest of the morning passed by pretty uneventfully for Devon. He and the rest of the interns fooled around in the break room, when they weren't hampered with busy work. And Brad made sure to pile it on too. He was bitter that he was assigned to babysit the interns, since he felt his title warranted him a much loftier responsibility. Once a day he'd pay a surprise visit down to the intern's floor to bully them. On today's visit he managed to bring one female intern to tears the way he badgered her about making personal calls on company time. "Hamilton!", Brad said with his back to Devon. "Where's that report I asked you to do?". Devon sat at his desk and didn't flinch. In fact he found it comical the way Brad cracked the whip. There he was smug in his suit as the interns trembled in fear at big bad Brad, Mr. Swingin' Big Dick around the office. Devon pictured what Brad must be like in bed. Was he just as dominating? "I said, where's the report I asked for", Brad repeated, lowering his voice for dramatic effect as he turned to faced Devon directly. Devon continued to stare at Brad from the waist down only, as he walked toward his desk. Brad planted his knuckles down firmly on the desk and came within inches of Devon's face. "It's right here, sir", Devon said. Brad looked down at the report that lay on the desk and looked back up at Devon. He curled his lips, searching the boy's face for an ounce of indignation and a reason to tear into him. He noticed instead how smooth and unblemished Devon's face was up close. The light shone brilliantly off his caramel complexion and made his deep brown puppy dog eyes twinkle. As Devon sat there dressed in his shirt and tie, Brad could see a young boy blooming and a hint of the man he was to become. Devon sported a few wisps of hair on his chin but his face hadn't fully hardened from that of a cherubic boy. Satisfied with his assessment, Brad recoiled from the desk slowly, snatching up the report in his hands. He thumbed through it causally and nodded his head. "Okay^Å I'll go over this after lunch", Brad said, more as a threat than a promise. "Enjoy", Devon replied coolly, still unrattled. For lunch Devon went over to the GCAC but decided he wasn't too hungry and that he'd get in a quick workout instead. Apparently he wasn't the only one with that idea. After he changed into his workout gear he stepped onto a treadmill and he spied Brad out the corner of his eye. Brad was by the weight rack doing arm curls. Devon couldn't help but gawk as Brad pumped his guns, looking like the total badass he was. Brad finished and turned to look at himself in the mirror that ran the length of the wall. As he did, Devon caught a peak at his ripped abs and oblique muscles through the arm holes of the oversized muscle shirt he was wearing. Devon swooned at the sight of Brad's naked chest and began to pitch a tent right there in his grey sweatpants. Brad continued to flex in the mirror, loving himself. His narcissism was on full display as he lifted his arms and kissed each bicep. Even though the mirror ran the length of the wall, it wasn't big enough for his ego, Devon thought. He couldn't deny however what Brad was doing to him. Devon pressed a few buttons on the treadmill and it whirred to life. Though he had barely taken a step, his body had already broken out in a fine film of sweat from starring at Brad. As he started to jog, his cock flopped conspicuously in the front of his pants. He tried to concentrate but found his eyes wandering back over to weight rack. Brad was now doing squats on the barbell machine, lunging deep with the weight on across his shoulders then back up again. With each squat Devon got a great view of the outline of Brad's thick ass through the trunks he had on. Every time Brad completed a rep and stood up, his tight muscle butt would pinch the nylon fabric. The sweat rolling down his back made the fabric cling tighter to his skin and deeper into his ass crack each time. Devon was momentarily flustered by the sight and had to grab the hand bar to keep pace as he trotted on the treadmill. He finally just gave up and hit the emergency stop button. Brad made one last effort and let the barbell fall on the floor. He stood up and watched himself in the mirror again as his chest heaved. In the background he caught sight of Devon staring at his backside. Brad turned to face Devon as he raised his eyebrow with an annoyed and quizzical expression on his face. Devon blushed, wearing a guilty smile. He figured he might as well go over and say something. "You're pretty impressive", Devon said, ogling Brad's body. "Uhh^Å the weight, I mean. What do you bench, like 250"? Brad wrapped a towel around his neck and grinned like a proud little schoolboy. He could see Devon trying to hide the fact that he was completely into Brad's body. What he couldn't hide, however, was the distinct outline of a hard-on in his sweatpants. Brad figured he'd play along. "Thanks", Brad said. "Actually I think I'm up to 275 now". " Wow! I don't think I'll ever get there" "Sure you can. All it takes is practice" Devon felt a rush of euphoria. Brad was actually being nice to him for a change, or at the very least cordial. There was no sarcastic tone or snotty retort. In fact, Devon could swear that was a compliment Brad just gave him. He found Brad could be so disarming when he wasn't being a total dick. "Sure. Practice. That's easy for you to say. Look at you", Devon reached up and put his hand on Brad's sweaty bicep. Brad looked at Devon's hand and flexed his bicep. Devon withdrew his hand quickly, almost shocked that he'd done that. Brad thought the look on his face was cute. "You're not so bad", Brad said, pinching Devon on his rib cage just below his nipple. "You gotta pretty good build. Why don't you give this a try". Devon stumbled a bit as he let Brad lead him over to the barbell press. It took a moment for him to register what he was actually doing. He was still processing the fact that Brad had touched him. He positioned himself in the squat apparatus, letting the barbell rest across his shoulders. Brad set it at a more manageable weight for Devon to get the feel of it. When he was ready, Devon did a few tentative reps. He got shaky and nervous when he looked in the mirror and saw Brad watching him from behind. Brad watched closely as Devon dipped low and back up again with ease in a long languid motion. Brad licked his lips as he watch Devon's candy little ass go up and down in his tight sweatpants. "How am I doin'?", Devon said without breaking his stride. "Pretty good. But you gotta watch your form" "Yeah?" "Yeah, don't get lazy" Brad came up behind Devon to spot him. He placed his hands on Devon's sides, feeling his taut obliques again, then slid them down to his narrow waist. He figured Devon must have had next to no body fat, he was so lean. He let his hand drift around to rub Devon's flat stomach as their eyes met, looking at each other in the mirrored wall in front of them. "Keep your stomach muscles tight", Brad instructed. "All your strength should start from your core". "Like this?" Devon demonstrated, slowing his up and down movements. "Yeah^Å.just like that", Brad whispered as they squatted in tandem. His breath became more shallow."That's it. Nice and easy. Nice. And Easy." With each upward thrust up, Devon could feel a definite poke at his butt from Brad's massive meat. Was Brad trying to seduce him, he thought. Whatever it was, all he knew was that it felt damn good to have Brad holding him like that. They slowed to a stop as Devon thrust up one last time and locked the barbell in place on the rack. Standing there silent, neither of them knew how to acknowledge what had just happened between them. "Well, I guess we better head back to the office," Devon said after a few seconds. But Brad's attention was drawn to the wet spot now accompanying the boner in Devon's sweatpants. He quickly surveyed the workout area to see if any had been watching them. "Yeah buddy, but I think you better take care of THAT first", he said nodding his head in the direction of where his eyes were looking. "Holy shit!", Devon said as he rushed to cover himself. "Don't worry. It happens to the best of us", Brad smirked. "I'm gonna go grab a shower". Brad left Devon alone, cupping his boner in his hands to hide it from anyone who might be watching. He sat down on a nearby bench as he waited for his dick to deflate. He certainly couldn't go into the locker room in that state, he thought. But he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. His mind was racing and his heart was reeling with emotions. It seemed too good to be true. Could he have misread Brad? Maybe Brad was just helping out another guy, he reasoned. Maybe he saw Devon's scrawny state and took pity on him. Devon stood up and looked at himself in the mirror and flexed. No, he wasn't a scrawny kid, that's for sure. Compared to Brad's massive size of course he'd feel a bit inadequate. But he had put on a lot of muscle and had the lean, slight build of a gymnast. Satisfied with his assessment, Devon headed for the showers. Inside the locker room Devon stripped naked and wrapped himself in a towel as he gathered his things for the shower. As he did so, he saw Brad walking his way, dripping wet in his own towel. Apparently he'd just finished and was now chatting with another guy as they both were in various stages of dress. Devon immediately started to get hard again and was thankful his towel was rather thick to hide his obvious excitement. He could've walked around to another entrance to the shower to avoid being seen, but he decided to walk straight past Brad in hopes of getting another moment alone with the stud. In his best, most seductive walk, Devon sauntered over near Brad. However, Brad barely broke conversation with the other guy as Devon walked by. He flashed a winning smile as he saw Brad finally look over to see him coming. He stopped and leaned against Brad's locker until he was noticed. "Can I help you?", Brad stared blankly. "Listen, you better get back soon. Or I'll have to dock you for being late". "Yes... sir", Devon said. Confused and little upset, Devon turned and walked quickly back toward the showers. He couldn't believe it. It was as if nothing had happened between them. Just moments ago it seemed Brad was ready to jump his bones, but now he was back to being the same old prick he'd always been, barking out orders. By the time Devon had showered and dressed, he was convinced he had totally misjudged Brad's body language and that the whole erotic episode in the gym was a figment of his imagination. Brad was merely showing him proper technique and form. Devon ran back to Newman Enterprises and entered the lobby with minutes to spare before he had to be back at his desk. He reached the elevators just in time to see one available. He stepped inside, and among the people inside he saw none other than Brad Carlton standing with his arms folded near the back. He laughed to himself as he made his way in and stood right in front of Brad again. Déjà vu. Fate would seem to be tempting him, he thought. It could have been that Devon still felt that Brad toyed with his emotions at the gym or that he was angry how Brad totally rejected him later in the locker room. Whatever it was, he decided to take matters in his own hands. Standing there, he slowly inched back against Brad until he felt the warmth of his chest pressed to him. Unlike this morning, this time his move couldn't be mistaken for anything but deliberate. Brad didn't flinch or wince in the slightest. He dropped his arms to his side and stood calmly, firm in his stance as the elevator continued its ascent. Devon swallowed hard as he took the next step and poked his butt out, pressing it against Brad's thigh. Brad responded by widening his stance so that his crotch was lined up to Devon's perky ass pressing against him. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed this deft yet conspicuous move. Meanwhile, bells went off in Devon's head as he was having his deepest desire fulfilled. Just then the elevator halted to let someone off and others on. Devon tensed up and took a step from Brad, afraid they'd get caught. As the elevator resumed the ride up, Brad drew Devon back against him with a tug at his belt. This time Devon could feel Brad's dick in his pants. He gasped quietly as felt Brad's manhood growing. From what he could feel Brad must have been half man, half bull. His cock felt so big pressed against his ass. As he looked around to see if anyone was looking, Devon slowly flexed his sore ass cheeks. The burn from the squats he did at the gym felt great as he humped against Brad's fat prick. Brad put his head against the wall as he dry fucked Devon's ass through his clothes. He flexed his fuckstick in time with Devon's humping ass movements. He'd never been more turned on in his life, molesting an intern right there in the elevator as people watched. Suddenly the elevator stopped and the doors opened on Devon's floor. He gave a quick backward glance to Brad and made his way to out the door without a word. Just as the doors closed Brad held the door with his hand. "Devon!", he called. "I wanna see you upstairs in my office later on. We gotta go over that report. And I need you to take some dictation". "Dic-tation?", Devon replied curiously. "We'll talk about it later" "Sure. When?" "Give me about five minutes. I'll call you." Devon nodded his head and watched Brad step back into the elevator. The next five minutes seemed to pass like hours waiting at his desk for Brad to call. That was because, in fact, exactly forty-three minutes passed before Devon got a call from Brad to come up to his office. As Devon counted the minutes he began to think Brad has forgotten about him. When his phone finally rang, Brad's voice sounded so official and business like that he felt nervous about Brad going over his report. Did he mean to call him into his office to grill him about facts and figures? Why did he wait so long to call him up? Devon grabbed a copy of his report and headed up to Brad's office. Devon stepped off the elevator on the top floor where the executive offices were. He let Brad's secretary know he was there and took a seat in the waiting area on the leather couch. As he saw the other head honchos at Newman walking around, he got nervous and twiddled his thumbs. He felt out of place when a few people came up to him to ask what he was doing on the executive floor. Maybe this was another cruel trick, he thought. Brad obviously meant to intimidate him by making him sit and wait before he saw him. Just as his anger started to boil, he saw Brad come out of a conference room. He stood up instantly, waiting for Brad to acknowledge him. But Brad had his head buried in a folder he was reading and walked straight into his office. Devon almost pouted like a petulant child had Brad not peeked his head back out the doorway of his office. He signaled for Devon to come in and whispered something into his secretary's ear. Devon followed Brad into his office and before taking a seat he instantly began going into his spiel about the merits of his report. Brad turned to close the door and immediately put finger to his lips to shush Devon. Devon kept talking until Brad put a finger to his lips to forcibly quiet him. Brad let his finger linger there as he traced Devon's full lips. He cradled Devon's face with both his hands, caressing the smooth caramel skin that he ached to touch earlier. As he looked into his eyes, Brad planted a deep kiss on Devon's lips. Devon looked up wide-eyed from the kiss. "I'm sorry I took so long", Brad said in a hushed tone. "I had a meeting I'd forgotten about" "I thought you forgot about me" "Mmmm", Brad sighed as he kissed Devon again. "I could never forget about you". Brad pulled Devon close and their tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths in a sensual kiss. Devon couldn't believe that the man of his dreams, the man he despised and lusted after at the same time was right now in his hands. As they continued to make out, Brad guided Devon over to his chair behind his desk. Once there he perched Devon up on the desk and unloosened Devon's tie as Devon worked on Brad's belt. Devon couldn't wait to get the belt off and went straight for the prize between Brad's legs. He stuck his hand in Brad's pants and grabbed his big throbbing prick and squeezed it. "Ahhhh!!!", Brad cried softly, trying to keep his voice below a whisper. He playfully punished Devon for being so forward by forcing him to turn around and Brad stuck his hand down the front of Devon's pants. He was pleasantly surprised to find Devon was packing a good 7-inch cut cock and, except for a patch of pubes above his cock, was completely hairless. He rummaged around in Devon's underwear with his big burly hands, massaging between his smooth hairless thighs and that sensitive crevice between his dick and his asshole. Devon could feel Brad's own cock pumping against his ass. He reached his hand back into Brad's pants take hold of it. Brad's dick was hard as fuck. He couldn't believe anyone could be so hard. He desperately wanted to be split open by Brad's battering ram. He jerked it a few times making Brad jump. While fondling Devon's boner Brad slipped a finger halfway into Devon's boy cunt. And like a reflex, Devon bent over and lay his head on the desk. Brad was amazed at what a live wire of sexual electricity Devon was and smiled as he continued to finger Devon's ass in his pants. Brad bent over on top of Devon and shared a hot sloppy kiss while still digging out his sweet little asshole. He could tell Devon was a true bottom boy slut by the way his asshole got moist when fingering it. Brad couldn't wait to pound Devon as felt his own cock dribbling pre-cum in anticipation. He pulled Devon up and turned him around to face him. Too many clothes were still on. Brad unzipped and dropped Devon's pants and saw that he was wearing the most erotic string bikini briefs. They were sky blue, which Brad found went excellent against Devon's honey almond skin tone. He sat him back on the desk wearing only a dress shirt and admired Devon's teenage cock as it protruded obscenely in his briefs. Devon ran his hands across Brad's neatly pressed dress shirt, feeling his chest and removing his suit jacket. Then he pulled Brad close to share a warm embrace. He had dreamed of this moment for so long as he buried his face in Brad's neck, smelling the starch on his crisp collar. The scent might as well have been an aphrodisiac. It sent Devon into heat as he leaned back on the desk and pulled Brad by his tie on top of him. Brad crashed down on top of Devon, smothering him with his big muscled body. Devon caressed his back and clasped his naked legs around Brad. Just feeling the weight of this hunky thoroughbred on top of him was enough to make Devon want to shoot his load right there on that table. As they lay there French kissing and slow humping, there was knock at the door. "Mr. Carlton?", came the voice of his secretary. Brad picked his head up from kissing Devon. He had to take a second to control his breathing from panting. He looked down at Devon who was so far gone, his eyes still lolling in his head. "What is it?!", Brad yelled against Devon's ear, jolting him. "I have some papers you need to sign off on". Brad rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Can it wait? I'm with an intern right now", he said as he gave Devon a peck on the lips. They both froze until they heard the footsteps of the secretary going across the hall back to her desk. Once out of earshot, Brad gave Devon a devilish grin which meant they could get back down to business. He wiggled his ass like an excited puppy as he resumed kissing Devon with long sensual tongue strokes. Devon had both arms wrapped around Brad's thick neck as they noisily made out. Brad knew his secretary was persistent old biddy and that she'd be back later to see if he was free. It was a quality he actually liked in her, but that trait was less than desirable at the moment. He stood and scooped Devon up by his tight little butt into his big arms. He was perfect in his arms, Brad thought, as he gave Devon's soft supple ass a smack. Brad lowered himself into his chair behind him and rested Devon's knees on the armrest precariously, so that his cock was directly in Brad's face. Devon braced himself on Brad's shoulder as he waved the tantalizing treat inches from Brad. Brad flicked his tongue at it through the fabric, chasing it like a kitten playing with a ball of string. Then he placed a hand on Devon's hipless thigh and gave it a squeeze, making him hold his cock steady as Brad sucked the head through the fabric. "Uuuunnnhhhhh^Å.", Devon moaned. He put a hand on Brad's head to spur him on and Brad took more of the cotton-sheathed cock into his mouth. He slobbed almost the full length of Devon's dick making the flimsy material almost see-through. He crept his fingers underneath the strings on Devon's waist and slipped off his underwear, taking his cock raw for the first time. Devon's warm prick felt so good in his mouth. Brad jerked his neck, alternating between quick strokes and long sucking where he just kept him in his mouth. Brad was an excellent cocksucker, but an even better fucker. And as good as Devon's honey dick tasted, Brad's loins yearned for a good hard fuck. Devon threw his head back, fingering his own hole as he heard Brad unloosening his belt. He looked down at Brad who was still sucking his dick, Devon's eyes pleading to let him get fucked. Brad stared back fiercely with a promise that things were about to get serious. Brad inched down his pants and whipped out his 10-inch fuckrod. When Devon first saw it, he had the same reaction that most people did when they saw Brad's cock. He didn't know what to be more astounded by, the length or the girth. Brad never tired of watching someone's expression as they laid eyes on his manhood for the first time. He had a right to be a cocky son of a bitch with a dick like that, Devon thought. "You like that dick?", Brad grinned triumphantly. Devon didn't hear him. He was still speechless and stunned by what Brad was packing between his legs. "Damn!", he whispered as he continued to stare. Brad took Devon's hand and held it on his dick, letting him feel it as it throbbed and pulsed. They slowly jerked it in unison until Brad bucked his hips up and stopped. He was dangerously close to cumming and didn't want blow his wad until he'd tasted Devon's sweet teenage boy hole. He had Devon dismount and made him bend over the table. Then Brad stood and let his pants fall to his ankles. The cool air felt good on his dick. He gave it few tugs as he lifted Devon's dress shirt to examine his perfectly shaped buttocks. He ran a finger down the cleft and Devon looked back at him as he flexed his ass for Brad. He could see Devon was just as eager to get his ass fucked as Brad was to fuck it. He laid his body on top of Devon. "I'm gonna open you up baby, okay", he said sweetly. Devon nodded his head. Brad wet two of his fingers and pried open the entrance to Devon's fuck chute slowly. With each new depth he could feel Devon's teenage body jolt and then relax as he opened up. He was knuckle deep up Devon's ass when he hit a spot that made Devon's hole contract. He was ready, Brad thought. He withdrew his fingers and ran them under his nose, taking a whiff of Devon's boy funk. He loved doing that. It only whet his appetite to fuck even more. His eyelids fluttered as he inhaled the scent. "Haaaa^Å", Brad exhaled soft and slow. He leaned over Devon and made him suck his fingers as he rubbed his throbbing cock against Devon's ass. As Devon tasted himself on Brad's fingers he felt Brad's big dick head pecking at his rosebud. He doubted he could take such a massive intruder but his mind was mush right now. His whole body was crying out to be saddled and topped by this mountain of rock hard muscle man. He bit down hard on Brad's fingers as he felt Brad push inside him. For Brad the pain was bittersweet as his dick got its first taste of Devon's sweet boy pussy. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, with Devon making cute little gasping noises as he took more of Brad's massive tool up his ass. He was only halfway inside, but Brad could see Devon was in more pain than pleasure and couldn't take much more of him. So he decided to work the few inches he did have inside Devon. "Aaahhh!!", Devon sighed in pleasure as Brad switched to an out stroke. "Yeah, you like that?", Brad said seductively. "Maaaan! Fuck yeah" The immediate pleasure he felt after having his asshole stretched felt fantastic. Brad continued feeding more cock up his ass, getting deeper every time. Each outward stroke was greeted by a horny groan of excited pleasure as Devon clenched his ass muscle trying to capture his stealthy invader. Pretty soon Devon was taking almost the full length. That's when Brad let loose, reaming his asshole good. He laid his upper body on Devon, pressing him hard against his desk. Devon couldn't escape. He was trapped between the desk and Brad's hard dick as it slammed into him again and again and again. He felt Brad's hot breath against the back of his neck as the top stud whispered furtive grunts in his ear. He could tell Brad was really getting off in his ass and it turn him even more. Brad needed this fuck. Brad craved this fuck. As if suddenly getting a new idea, Brad stood up and pulled his cock out of Devon's ass. Devon was jarred by the sudden feeling of emptiness and looked back to see what Brad was up to. With his pants still around his ankles Brad waddled backward a bit, grunting an instruction for Devon to do the same. He was in such a state of delirious ecstasy he could barely speak. "Come here", Brad said as he sat back in his big leather chair. Devon wasn't moving fast enough so he snatched him by the waist. Devon looked at Brad's big wet prick, throbbing between his legs and was eager to mount it again. Brad spit on his finger and lubed up Devon's ass to get it ready for a smooth re-entry. This time his finger glided in with ease. Brad was so hard his dick pointed up in the air, so he held his hands idle as he watched his cock disappear into Devon again. "Yeah, sit that candy ass on my big dick! AaaaHH!!!", Brad moaned as Devon sat slow and deliberately, savoring each inch. Devon gripped the arm rests of the chair to help maneuver as he jockeyed up and down, swirling his asshole on Brad's fat joystick. Brad sat still holding Devon by those same taut oblique muscles he had admired in the elevator that morning. God, this boy knew how to work a dick, he thought, as he threw his head back letting Devon have his way with him. Devon settled into a steady rhythm, but every few seconds Brad would buck his hips upward throwing him off. He looked back at Brad each time he did that and the two of them would exchange hungry sex faces. Devon's hand became sweaty and he clumsily lost his grip on one the arm rests when Brad pumped him deep. Before he could recover Brad took Devon's arm and wrapped it around his neck. Devon lay back against Brad as they snaked their tongues into each other's mouth in a hot sloppy kiss. While kissing, Brad took control and thrust up, pumping hard into Devon. "Ahhh^Åyeah!!", Devon moaned. "You like getting fucked? Huh?", Brad said with a sexy snarl. "You like getting fucked in my office?!" "Yeah! Fuckin' pound my ass, you big dick motherfucker!" Devon's filthy mouth turned him on even more and he increased the pace, slapping his hips against Devon. Brad slowly started to feel his heavy nut sack swimming with cum was about to erupt. He gripped Devon by his shirt and Devon braced himself on Brad's broad shoulders as he bounced his ass. Brad was on verge of cumming when the voice of Victor Newman stopped them in mid-fuck. "Brad Carlton, stop whatever you're doing. I need to speak with you", Victor said as he knocked on the door. Victor rattled the door knob and found that it was locked. Both Devon and Brad froze in place, breathing fast. Brad knew how insistent Victor could be so he figured he had to answer him. Devon dismounted Brad and started searching for his pants. "Umm^ÅVictor, can it wait? I'm in a meeting", Brad said as he buttoned up his shirt and fixed his tie. "You know damn well it can't wait", Victor fumed. "Now open this door!". After Devon had slipped on his pants and shoes, he saw Brad nod telling him to go open the door. Devon hesitated when he saw Brad pulling his pants back up. He took one last longing look at Brad's beautiful cock as it disappeared into his trousers. "Devon! The door!", Brad whispered as he put on his blazer and sat in his chair Devon snapped out of his daze and unlocked the door. Victor barged in, almost knocking Devon over. He was surprised to see Devon there and temporarily changed his tone. He didn't like being angry in front of the interns. He made small talk and asked a few good-natured questions. But Devon didn't dare meet his gaze. He was so nervous that somehow Victor might see the sex on his face or smell it in the air in Brad's office. All he wanted to was to bolt out of there, but Victor insisted on exchanging pleasantries. Victor finally turned to let him leave and took a seat in Brad's office. "Uh^ÅDEVON!", Brad called out. "We'll go over this report tomorrow". He held up the report Devon had come to his office to discuss originally. There was a pregnant pause between the two of them. Devon didn't know what to say. He was afraid to even speak to Brad in Victor's presence. He nodded his head quickly and made his way out of sight. Devon went back down to his floor and sat at his desk with his asshole wonderfully sore. He spent the next few hours daydreaming. The events in Brad's office replayed over and over in his head. Devon had never experienced such an intense feeling of passion as he did with Brad. Then he remembered how nervous and nauseous he was, fearing that Victor might find them out. But what did he expect this fling to develop into? He thought back to how calm and cool Brad seemed in front of Victor. Maybe Brad had done this before. Was this just some random office fuck for him? Maybe he was boning other interns. It almost time to go for the day and Brad hadn't come down to his floor or at least called his desk phone to see if he was doing okay. Devon grew confused, frustrated and a bit angry. He looked at the clock and saw he still had fifteen minutes before he could leave for the weekend. Brad was a stickler for punctuality. No one could be late or leave early. "Fuck this", Devon said as he grabbed his backpack and left. On the bus ride home, Devon blasted music on his iPod as he tried to tune out the thoughts in his head. The snow was starting to really come down outside and all he wanted was to get home to escape this day. But that night he tossed and turned in his bed unable to escape thoughts of Brad, how Brad's body felt pressed against him, how hard and big Brad's dick felt up his ass. Devon broke out in a cold sweat. He decided he couldn't wait until Monday morning. He had to see Brad tonight. He figured if he saw him, they could talk and things between them would be clear and Brad would go back to being the pompous, conceited prick of a boss he'd always been. In a flash, Devon threw on a jacket and a pair of jeans, grabbed the keys to Lily's car and snuck out the door. He drove like mad man through the snow and was at Brad's house before he knew it. He stood outside Brad's door, shivering in the snow as he collected his thoughts. He didn't have any clue what he was going to tell Brad. He figured when he saw him, the words would come naturally. He turned up the collar of his jean jacket and rang the door bell. Devon could see the interior of the house gradually come aglow as he stared through the glass-paned door. Just as he made out the silhouette of a figure walking toward the door a flash of fear rushed over him. What if someone else was home?! How would he explain himself?! Fear turned to relief as the door opened. "Devon?", Brad said as he snatched open the door. "What you doing here?". Devon was wrong. The words still didn't come. He stared at Brad who was clenching his robe closed tightly. He opened his mouth but no words came out. "Look, why don't you come inside. It's freezing out here", Brad replied as he pulled Devon in and closed the door. Devon stood in the foyer with snowflakes in his hair, shaking like a junkie. Brad looked at him and took pity as he sized him up. He was dressed in nothing more than a denim jacket and a pair of skin tight jeans that accentuated his lean compact build and perfectly shaped ass. Brad's dick began to swell in the drawstring silk pajama pants he was wearing as he noticed Devon wasn't wearing anything underneath the jacket. "You must be cold", Brad said as he approached Devon. He took his big hands and began to rub Devon's arms, using the friction to generate warmth. While doing this, his robe fell open and Devon got peek at Brad's bare chest. He saw the ripple of his abs and the cleavage of his muscular pecs. Brad noticed Devon looking at his exposed chest and smiled. He dusted the snowflakes off Devon's hair and smeared some of the moisture on his lips, tracing Devon's mouth with his fingertips. Devon let his mouth hang open as he closed his eyes. The next thing he felt was Brad's warm tongue in his mouth sliding against his own. The feeling was electric. Instantly they picked up from where they'd left off in the office. Devon wrapped his arms around Brad's waist, caressing his lower back. In a frenzy Brad tore open the buttons of Devon's jean jacket, exposing his naked chest. Then he let his robe fall to the floor and stood up tall making Devon crane his neck upward as they continued to suck faces. Devon moved his hands down and took a firm grip of Brad's brawny muscular buttocks through the silk pants. As they ground their bare chests together, Devon felt Brad's horse cock pumping against his left thigh. He tore himself from Brad's embrace and looked down at the tent in Brad's pants. Then, without being told, he dropped to his knees. Brad stared at Devon with a cocky smile as he twiddled the drawstring of his pants teasing him. He could tell by the way Devon stared at him in earnest, unblinking, that he was dying to feast on his cock. Brad tugged the drawstring loose and lowered his pants just enough for Devon to see his bush. Devon couldn't stand it. He yanked down the front of Brad's pants and let the cock smack his face as it sprang out. Brad bit his tongue to stifle a laugh but failed. Devon laughed too. Brad was a little boy at heart, Devon thought, not the pompous jerk he pretended to be. They laughed again as Brad took his dick and smacked Devon in the face with it again. He rubbed it all in his face as Devon lapped at it with his tongue. Then Brad got rough and grabbed Devon's head to force him to suck. Devon was all too happy to accept the big beefy dick in his mouth. "Holy shit", Brad said as he furiously pumped his cock in and out of Devon's wet mouth. "Yeah, boy! Fuckin' eat that dick!". Brad stroked Devon's hair as he got the most intense blowjob of his life. He felt close to cumming and slowed his pace, savoring the moment. Devon was an expert cocksucker and responded to the change in pace by taking long, slow drags of Brad's pipe, slurping all the way up to the fat head and tonguing the piss slit. That last move sent Brad over the edge. He picked Devon up in his arms and carried him upstairs. As Brad ravaged him with kisses, Devon reached a free hand down to pump and prime Brad's erect dick. A few traces of pre-cum spit out from the head and he slathered it all over until it had a sticky sheen. Brad carried Devon into his bedroom and tossed him on the bed. He watched as Devon flung off his jacket and turned on his belly. He looked back at Brad with a sly smile as he poked his tight butt up and waved it in the air. Brad's cock began to twitch erratically as he watched Devon slither out of his jeans, slowly peeling the denim fabric out the crack of his smooth hairless ass. Then Devon rolled over on his back and lifted his legs in the air to pull the jeans completely off. He could see Brad staring between his legs at his sweet pucker. He made it wink at Brad to show how much he ached for his fat baby maker. Brad walked over to the foot of the bed and grabbed Devon's leg to pull him closer to him. Devon lifted his legs to allow Brad access but to his amazement the stealthy fucker had already slipped in when he had yanked him closer. Devon fell back on his elbows, astonished. "Oh...Brad", he sighed as he gawked in disbelief. His eyes glued to the sight of Brad dicking his hole with wild abandon. Brad held Devon's ankles up as he popped his teen boy cherry, gliding in and out of his warm inviting fuck chute. His fucking was mechanical, like a power drill. Inexhaustible. Brad couldn't get enough of Devon's fuckable ass pussy .With his cock still inside Devon, he climbed on the bed and planted his cock deeper still. He clasped Devon's legs together, creating a vice grip around his dick. "Fuuuuck!!", Brad threw his head back, reeling at the tight fit around his cock. He hovered over Devon, pressing Devon's legs further back. Devon shuddered as Brad's dick head gently grazed his prostate. His legs bucked wildy at the sensation but Brad held them firmly in place. They stared each other deep in the eye as Brad began to suck Devon's toes. Then he resumed slow humping Devon, stroking him wide and deep. "Oh Fuck! Oh Brad!", Devon whispered as Brad pumped faster. "Yeah! Fuck yeah!", Brad sneered as he saw Devon start to look flush. "Aaaahh!! Oh Brad! Oooh Brad! I'm gonna jizz!!", Devon moaned. "Yeah?", Brad panted. "Well shoot that shit!" Brad released Devon's legs and let him wrap them around his torso as he went into overdrive pounding him. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew to a fever pitch as Brad skewered Devon's ass with his fat prick. Devon could go on letting Brad ride him forever, but his body betrayed him as he felt the tingling onset of an orgasm. Brad felt Devon's legs grip him tighter. "You gonna cum?", Brad asked. Devon nodded his head. He grasped Brad's back with one hand and his butt with the other. His whole body tensed up then convulsed. Just as his cock squirted his boy juice all over, Brad pushed in deep and flexed his ass wildly as he let off round after round of explosive ejaculations. Devon let out a high- pitched squeal as he felt his insides being coated with Brad's seed. Brad had been saving it, he thought, waiting so they could share this moment together. "Ahhhh!!! You sneaky FUCK! I love you!",Devon said lustfully as his stud lay atop him, still pumping his hot seed into him. Devon grabbed and squeezed Brad's ass with both hands as he milked Brad's dick with his ass muscles. He wanted Brad to empty every last drop of his precious cum in his bowels. And Brad was determined to fuck every last ounce of cum out of Devon. They humped in tandem until their bodies were covered in cum and sweat, devoid of all fluids. Brad rested his wet hulking body on top of Devon as they made out exchanging tender kisses. Even though they were spent, they were so hot for each other that they still writhed aimlessly against one another. After the intense fuck session Brad and Devon spooned as they lay naked under the sheets. Just as he drifted off to sleep, Brad gently kissed Devon on the back of his neck. Devon smiled contently. He had Brad right where he wanted him. (Comments are appreciated: ohleander@yahoo.com)