Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 19:50:38 -0400 From: Jon Royale Subject: Young and Restless Men 15 This fictitious story, based upon a popular daytime drama, contains graphic sexual content meant solely for a mature audience. The original characters are the property of CPT Holdings. Copyright is maintained by the author. copyright (c) JRoyale 2002 The hunky stud was sprawled face down on the comfortable mattress, head cocked to one side while he slept. His nicely muscled arms came out across the crisp white sheet, bent at the elbow and angled in so that his hands were tucked under the fluffy pillows he rested upon. The eagle tattoo etched across his upper back appeared to be at full wing span and ready to take flight. One of his finely shaped legs was cocked so that the knee was nearly horizontal with his trim waist line, while the other remained long, the foot hidden in the tangle of bed coverings carelessly pushed to the base of the bed. A pair of white briefs was all that covered his beautiful nakedness, the cotton material wedged far up into his deep cleft, accentuating the rounded firmness of high, tight glutes. Nicholas Newman held his breath as he ogled the sleeping beauty, big hand reflexively going to his groin and squeezing his nice package. His tongue darted out and glided tastily along full, bee-stung lips as his smoldering eyes became glazed with lust. For Nicholas it seemed as though the room had suddenly become a balmy one hundred and twenty degrees and the inside of his pants a tropical paradise. With just a few short steps he could be bedside, Nicholas theorized, enjoying the hot stud's body from up close. If the handsome, dark-haired drifter were in deep sleep, he might be able to glide those briefs down and expose the curvaceous pink butt-melons. Might even, in fact, have the opportunity to run a thick middle finger through the guy's steamy ass trench and find his wrinkled button. Nicholas' cock was standing at full attention as he fantasized lowering his face to the humpy hunk's love canal and slurping at his pungent sink hole. Or, he reasoned, the safer scenario would be to idle up to the sleeping stud, haul out his raging ten-incher and pound his meat while drinking in every millimeter of hot male flesh stretched out in front of him. After shooting propulsive plumes of jism all over the stud he would make a hasty retreat, leaving poor Diego to awaken in the morning wondering about the crusty dried residue all over his muscular body. Handsome mid-twenties Nicholas, potential heir to the vast Newman family fortune, had been toiling away all day in his plush office at Newman Enterprises and then served double duty down at the trendy coffee shop he owned in the heart of the city. It was a nice little side business -- something he could call his own -- which had attracted a fairly regular clientele. All the students from the nearby Walnut Grove Academy treated Crimson Lights like their home away from home, while the contrasting jet setters of town, notably queen bee Katherine Chancellor and the cosmetic giant Abbott family also appeared at the bistro from time to time. The venture had proven to be so successful that Nicholas expanded his business into another city, with plans for yet a third in his steadily increasing coffee house chain. Big daddy Victor Newman was none too pleased with his son's initial investment, but even he had to admit that his son's side business appeared solid -- due in no small part, he was sure, to the hands-on assistance of Nicholas' pretty wife, Sharon. Old Victor had known from early on that out of his two children, daughter Victoria was the more business minded. Left to his own devices, uncentered Nicholas would drive Newman's company into the ground in no time. Were it not for his good looks and the Newman name, Nicholas would never be in the position of young, hip executive. Victor gave his only son accounts where he could easily perform without too much of a safety net, while old Vic kept a watchful eye over anything more complex and dangerous for the bubble brain to toy with. Wife Sharon was the real brains behind the coffee house success, just as Victoria served to keep her brother afloat at Newman Enterprises -- the simple fact of which the young hunk was too naive to even realize. Not that he was without any real talent. Nicholas had been a trophy-winning high school and college sports jock. The only difference now is that he was a sports jock executive, fumbling daily with his obligatory business man's tie. Nicholas had other, more pleasurable, talents as papa Victor had come to know in the past few years. His son was an insatiable slut, that much was for sure, and he had a cock nearly as big as Victor's gargantuan twelve inches. Nicholas wasn't particular, either, about the gender of whomever happened to make his big dick hard. All he cared about was a good hard fuck -- one way or the other. And the blue-eyed beauty with the close-cropped chestnut hair was damned good at whichever sexual role he played. Nicholas had known the masterful art of male bonding from the young age of twelve, secretly tutored by the family's trusted, distinguished Mexican butler Miguel Rodriguez. He'd had a series of discreet dalliances all through high school and college, but it wasn't until Nicholas caught his father buggering hunky, supposedly loathed business competitor Brad Carlton in his basement dungeon, that Nicholas' libidous horizons expanded considerably. Hunky Nicholas, not-so-stupid-after-all, videotaped their depraved encounter and (being such an enterprising lad) attempted to blackmail Carlton with the damning evidence. His reward: a deep-throated blow job from the darkly Mediterranean GQ-cover-material Bradley. A broad grin spread across Nicholas' face as he recalled how the tables had been so pleasantly turned when daddy Victor appeared in Carlton's masculine den and treated his only son to a gutful of massive Newman cock. From that moment on, both father and son developed a new, more relaxed understanding and settled their differences in the bedroom ... or the boardroom ... or the private company jet ... or in the back of Victor's sleek limousine ... When he wanted to explore darker territories there was always that sleazy, muscled ex-convict Larry Warton. Larry had been his taunting cell mate when Nicholas briefly served time in prison (a haven for extra-hot cock) on a trumped up charge, but Nick stubbornly refused to give his delectable ass up to this particular tattooed convict. It wasn't until much later, on the other side of the cell bars, that Nick discovered how good of a cockmaster Larry Warton really was. The beady-eyed greaser with his "soul patch" and pumped-up biceps was rough, raunchy and sleazy --- the exact qualities which ultimately drove lusty Nick to throw himself across Warton's seedy hotel room bed with legs raised toward the stained ceiling. Larry had used a little blackmail of his own to lure sexy Nicky into his lair, but once the rich boy got a taste of his cock --- and funky asshole --- there was no stopping the crazed Newman cockfucker. Ultimately Larry became something of an anti-hero, rescuing both Nick and toilet tramp Cody Dixon from the evil clutches of Carter Mills, aka Matt Clark, who was enacting his own sexual revenge upon young Newman. Nicholas owed Warton dearly for his intervention --- and he'd been pleasurably paying the debt ever since. Sexed up most of the evening at the coffee house thinking about his hot, extramarital fucks, Nicholas nearly excused himself to the back office so he could relieve some of the pressure in his nutsac. He refrained, thinking instead of how he would pound his pretty wife's perfumed pussy after closing time while images of Victor, Brad and his sexy big-cocked father danced behind his closed, long-lashed eyelids. He hadn't counted on Sharon's menstrual cramps or complete lack of interest in his manly needs. Frustrated, Nicholas stalked off like a wounded pup in the direction of the main house, ultimately winding up out at the stables --- and the tack room inhabited by Diego Gutierrez --- by detour. The mysterious Cuban hunk of manflesh had wandered into town several months before, securing temporary employment at Crimson Lights. Nicholas took an instant liking to the secretive, handsome stud and even managed to arrange for more permanent digs out at the Newman ranch and a position on the staff as groom to papa Victor's prized stallions. Apparently Diego had a strained relationship with his family, although the dark haired man seemed to have a close bond with his teenaged younger brother. When family ties became irreparably strained once again, Diego made noise about skipping town for good. It was Nicholas who convinced Diego to remain and make a life for himself in his home town. Nicholas was Diego's biggest champion. In fact, not an evening went by that Nicholas didn't discuss the hunky nomad with his wife. If Sharon hadn't been so wrapped up in her own guilty attraction to the drifter she might take pause and question Nick's gushing affectation for the guy. Nicholas had planned on a little man talk when he went down to the stables. He hadn't expected to find the object of his desires stretched out asleep and nearly nude across the bed, further adding to Nick's mounting sexual frustration. His eyes swept over the tightly muscled curves of Diego's smooth, masculine body one more time before silently backing out of the room and into the night. At the sound of the soft click as the door was closed, Diego's eyelids fluttered open and glanced at the spot where young Newman had been standing, ogling him. An amused smile broke across his handsome, shadowed face. * * * * * * * * Strolling along the dimly lit path to the main house, Nicholas' frustrated hard on was burning through the front of his pants and staining his boxers with leaking pre-cum. He could have hauled out his mammoth one-eyed monster and beat off anywhere along the trail, but Nicholas needed more than a simple hand job to satisfy his aching desires. If his father wasn't away on one of his business trips, virile Victor would have thrown his son a hard fuck guaranteed to keep him satiated for at least the better part of the week. And his old reliable stand-by Miguel, the horny butler, was away on holiday visiting family near the Texas border. Nick's thick, hooded brows were knitted in a frown as he chewed his lush lower lip, trying to figure a way he could get laid tonight. Of course, Nicholas knew with his good looks, hard body and fat ten inches of love muscle he could pretty much get anything he wanted if he didn't have to be so damned discreet. But there was the high profile Newman name to think of --- not to mention the simple fact that he was also a married man with two children! And then it came to him: the one person who was certain to help Nicholas out of his ball-scorching dilemma. Plucking the cell phone from a deep pocket, Nicholas dialed the number and waited. He silently cursed when there was no reply. With a small, but faltering, glimmer of hope he tried the cell number of his would-be savior. After three eternally long rings, they were connected. "Cody, it's Nick!" he practically shouted into the wireless phone. "Hey Nick," the sexy-voiced coffee house manager greeted. "Anything wrong down at Crimson Lights?" "No .... no, man. Everything's cool there," he explained. "It's me, Code. I'm hot as a firecracker on the fourth of July and ready to explode. Can we get together, buddy?" There was playful amusement in Cody's tone. "I'd like nothing better than to work on that big Newman cock of yours, but I'm in my car right now headed toward one of my favorite haunts." "Awwwww, man!" Nicholas sighed his exasperation, unconsciously squeezing the massive bulge beneath the material of his slacks. "Tell you what, boss," Cody piped up. "I'm about five minutes form your place. Why don't I swing by and pick you up. The place I'm headed to --- you're guaranteed to get your share of hot cock!" "Sounds great, Code! Sure thing! I'll start walkin' down the main drive now and meet you. Thanks a lot, dude!" He gave his cock a victorious tug as he clicked off the call and eagerly headed in the direction of the long paved roadway leading off the ranch. Cody's blue eyes were sparkling mischievously as he pressed the digits in his cell to make another call. It rang for quite some time before a groggy, macho voice answered. "Hey, stud, you up for a little party? ... you, me and Nick Newman ... that's right, big boy, you heard me correctly ... Nick Newman ... he's got a cock thirst ... out at the rest stop ... yeah, you know which one ... cool ... later ..." Tossing the phone into the cluttered caddy, Cody ran a hand through his silky dark-blond hair and squeezed his crotch. This night was turning out quite well --- and Nick Newman was about to get an unexpected, but highly pleasurable, surprise. * * * * * * * * They pulled off the main highway and parked in one of the many vacant spaces in the nearly-deserted, poorly neglected lot, taking notice of the two eighteen wheelers parked up on an overgrown knoll alongside the small brick building which served as a motorist's latrine. It was an older building; Nick remembered it being there when he was a mere child. With the advent of full service stations where travelers could gas up, enjoy a fast food meal and utilize clean rest rooms, this relic was seldom used and rarely maintained any more. Mostly road weary truckers used the area as an overnight park-and-sleep with the necessary facilities for a quick shit and shave in the morning before they moved on. Certainly not the best accommodations, but it worked in a pinch. "I just found this one a few weeks ago," Cody remarked in a hushed tone as he removed his keys from the ignition. "Used to go to one that was almost an hour out of town, but this is much closer." Nick was puzzled. "I don't understand, Cody. This is a run-down traveler's toilet. What are we doing here?" Cody smiled, his dimples deepening and eyes sparkling like moonlight on water. "Come on," he said, stepping out of the car. "You'll see." They walked up the broken sidewalk, it's many cracks sprouting abundant weed growth. Nearer to the building, they veered off to the right side as the weathered "Mens" sign indicated with a faded arrow. The door was ajar, its rusted hinges refusing to allow any closure. Nicholas could detect light from the confines of the seedy old building and was curious as to how the lot could have fallen into such neglect and yet the lighting fixtures were still functional. Cody was the first to pass through the doorway, turning toward Nick and bringing his index finger to his lips, admonishing the other man into silence. Nick frowned, uncomprehending the reasons for all this secrecy, but nodded his agreement. Stepping out of the night, he entered the building. A ceiling to floor tiled wall acted as a sight buffer in front of them. Rounding the corner of the wall, they were instantly in the heart of the men's bathroom. The heavy scent of urine instantly assailed Nick's nostrils, causing him to scrunch up his face in displeasure. Cody, on the other hand, inhaled deeply of the familiar male scents, seemingly achieving some type of euphoric "high" from the overpowering odor. It was your typical road bathroom. A row of porcelain sinks ran half the length of one wall, each with a flat mirror attached to the wall above it. The once-white porcelain was now badly stained with dingy yellow water marks and grime. At least two of the sinks had a steady drip from their rusted faucets and the one on the far end appeared to be separating from the wall. The mirrors above them were cracked and coated with a film of tobacco, dust and dirt. The center one looked as if it had been punched dead center, sending out a starring effect of shattered glass, shards of which fell into the basin below it. Directly across from the sinks was a bank of urinals, the type that reached to the floor. They appeared to be in sadder shape than the sinks; filthy and abused, their bases were dark with a combination of black mold and deep yellow piss. Several of the drains were obstructed with cigarette butts and other debris, resulting in the fetid urine collecting in the bottom of the urinal close to spilling out across the grimy floor tiling. A single garbage can was overflowing with years of unattended debris and the lone paper towel dispenser looked as though it had been forced open, absent of any wipes. Along the third wall, directly across from the entrance, were three toilet stalls. Miraculously, all were still shielded by three-quarter doors, the one to the left precariously swinging by one hinge. Graffiti littered every surface, probably mastered by some local teen-age artists. Most of the crude caricatures and writings had the flavor of cock or pussy attached to them. Nicholas looked upon the place with utter disdain, wondering why in the world Cody should think of bringing him to such a grotesque place --- in fact, how could this possibly be one of Cody's "favorite haunts"? Cody suddenly crouched down and peered through the calf-high space at the bottom of the three doors. Rising and calling Nicholas to attention with a backhanded slap across the chest, Cody pushed open the center door and beckoned the Newman heir in. Noticing the confusion etched across Nick's heavily Nordic features, Cody whispered, "Nobody here yet! But don't worry --- they saw us come in!" "Who?" Nick pressed, both annoyed and puzzled by the entire situation. Here he'd thought Cody had invited him out for some mutual cocksucking and somehow they winded up in some wayside piss hole. Growing slightly bored with the hunky bimbo's naievity, Cody rolled his blue eyes. "Do I need to spell it out for you? The truckers, of course!" Before Nick could raise any more questions, Cody pulled him into the tiny cubicle and bolted the door tightly behind them. There wasn't a whole lot of space left inside the stall, occupied now by the two hunky studs and one abused toilet bowl. Like everything else in the latrine, it was coated with several years worth of grime, had a black ring around its interior and was filled with deep-yellow piss. Scrunching up his nose, Nicholas flipped the lid in place with the toe of his shoe, the resultant bang echoing loudly in the abandoned building. Cody gave him an annoyed look before returning to his post, peering through the thin space of the door. Nicholas' widened saucers scanned the vile filth written all over the walls freely advertising everything from oral sex to penis sizes --- some even boldly including telephone numbers! There were those who'd attempted graphics, crudely etching big penises going into hairy vaginas or valentine-shaped, thick-lipped mouths. Nick's heavily lashed eyes flared open wider when he noticed for the first time the crotch-high hole punched out of the partitioning with the big, bold lettering spelling out "BLOW ME" directly above. Curiously glancing over to the opposite wall, he saw that there was an identical opening --- only the arrow pointing down to this one bore the advertisement "SUCK THIS!" Nicholas was just about to suggest to Cody that they make a hasty retreat when he heard the sounds of foreign feet shuffling into the den of piss. For some inexplicable reason Nicholas found himself terrified by the thought of company while Cody, on the other hand, appeared elated and was literally oozing pheromones from his every pore. Nicholas held his breath as he heard someone enter each of the adjoining stalls, the broken door of one making a screeching racket. His ears twitched, detecting the sounds of zippers being undone and the rustling of clothing. He could see heavy workmen's boots moving around under one wall as the anonymous man positioned himself against the separating partition. Although his better judgment told him to dash out of the place, Nicholas remained stiffly rooted to the spot. Besides, Cody was blocking the way. His eyes widened even larger when a big, vein-engorged slab of chocolate man meat tumbled through the opening nearest Cody! Instantly, Cody was on his knees and running his wet, pink tongue along the thick, foreskin-covered tool. Something brushed against Nicholas' hand, which was hanging limply at his side. Instinctively he recoiled and glanced down to see another fat cocktube, this one a deep shade of pink, pressing its way through the hole behind him. Cody saw it, too --- busy as he was chewing on abundant mocha foreskin --- and motioned for Nick to attend to the other cock. Swallowing hard, Nicholas shook his head from side to side with a look of worry on his handsome face and stepped back. Now straddling the toilet bowl, he watched with throbbing cock as Cody's fist encircled the lonely schlong. Coming off the foreskinned fucker for a brief moment, he spat a mouthful of cock-saliva onto the white guy's dong and started aggressively working it in his sweaty palm before renewing a steamy tongue bath to the uncut, fleshy head of the black stud. Despite his reluctance to join the lewd festivities, Nicholas was completely aroused. He'd been horny for so long without release and this hot sex scene, of which he dared not participate, was being enacted right in front of him! Losing momentary self-control, Nick flipped open his slacks and hauled out his hard-as marble, bulging ten inch monster. His big angry prick pulsed wildly, its roadmap of heavy veins throbbing just beneath the smooth surface. His huge mushroomed head burned purple, cock lips yawning open to emit droplets of clear pre-cum. Cody reached behind himself to grasp Nick's rod in an under handed grip and started working him as diligently as the white trucker. Typical Cody, Nick fleetingly thought, taking care of all the dicks in the house (although, of course, he knew Cody had intended he join him on the dirty, piss-coated floor). Cody gave up his lip lock on the first cock to concentrate on the now fully erect seven-or-so inches of the dude protruding through the opposite wall. In his revolution, the hand which had been jerking Nicholas' staff was now slipping heavy black foreskin back and forth over a jack-in-the-box glans while the hand which had brought trucker #2 to life was massaging Nicholas' leaking cockhead. Nicholas watched in awe as Cody's lips pouched out and swallowed the guy right down to the dense hairy root. There came a deeply satisfied groan from the other side of the thin partitioning, and Nicholas thought he detected the flicker of a smile from the corners of Cody's cock-stuffed lips. Without losing a beat, Cody somehow flipped his jersey up over his head so that it rested across the back of his shoulders and effectively bared his smooth torso and perky nipples. Nicholas managed to take hold of one juicy bud and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, causing cute Cody to moan around the cock in his mouth. In a flash the coffee house slut had his khakis on the floor around his ankles, big hard cock arced up toward his flat belly and bobbing excitedly. Appreciatively, he turned to Nick and gorged his face with thick Newman cock. Nick's smoky eyes rolled back in his head --- the sweet cocksucker was that good! Cody expertly deep throated him, lovingly swallowing all ten fat inches and setting the society boy's balls to boiling. His velvety wet lips glided along every sensitive inch of Nicholas' gigantic cock as he buried it deep in his handsome face. Steely blue eyes cast upward to appreciatively gaze at his boss each time he unloaded his throat, pleased by Nicholas' every impressed reaction. He brought the rich stud almost to the brink of orgasm before deftly moving on to stuff his throat with massive black cock shaft to his right. Cody moved from one blood-engorged cock to the next, like some sort of lazy-sucking-susan, not seeming to mind at all that he'd been elected to take care of all the horny cock in the house. He flawlessly sucked each huge organ to the brink of orgasm while manhandling the others, careful not to let anyone cum too soon lest his fun be prematurely spoiled. Lewd slurping sounds, combined with testosterone-filled grunts and groans, reverberated throughout the long-neglected building --- virtually drowning out the persistant dripping of the leaky sink faucet. The white trucker with the maddeningly purple pecker was the first of the trio to blow his load. The guy's big fat fingers grasped the top of the separating partition, which trembled as he thrust his beefy body up against it. With a long, deep gravelly growl he began spewing his abundant male seed. Cody jerked the big dicked fucker through his orgasm, his athletic body angled so that the steamy cum splashed him square on the chest and oozed down his torso to collect in the nicely manicured pubic hair surrounding his own throbbing cock. The guy had barely finished unloading his nuts when contestant number two, the uncut black behemoth, let loose with his load. Cody caught the first surge directly on his cute face as he scooted up closer to the eruptions, allowing all that fine, tasty jizz to join the other stud's load and effectively whitewash his entire torso. He furiously fisted the fat log until the last drop had been drained, then leaned in to wash the wet, foreskinned head with a greedy, salivating tongue. Witnessing Cody's cumbath shifted Nicholas' well-oiled gears into overdrive. Detecting the tell tale signs of a man at ball's end, Cody latched his lips around Nicholas' handsome flanged head and sucked for all he was worth. Nicholas began panting heavily as pleasant sensations overwhelmed his heaving, macho body. Cody's succulent mouth was working on every one of his sensitive nerve endings, edging him closer and closer to a rollicking climax. When the hot cum finally burst from his loose cannon, Cody stubbornly refused to give up his lusty lip lock, sucking and swallowing every drop of the society stud's spent semen. Both were far too occupied to hear the two truckers unloading their bloated bladders into the putrid toilet bowls before zipping up and departing the nasty public john, pleasantly satiated for the night. Nor did they hear, a short time later, the arrival of a new visitor slipping unnoticed into one of the previously occupied stalls. Cody was the first to detect the familiar fleshpole poking its way through the opening nearest Nick. Smiling mischievously, he nodded Nicholas' attention to the handsome, half-erect cock and sat back on the pissy floor wedged into a corner with legs sprawled out before him and angry, neglected cock in hand ... waiting for the show to begin. The hefty prick and two plump balls falling through the makeshift hole in the wall made for magnificent, mouthwatering viewing. Spellbound, the coffee house studs watched the handsome slab of beef fill out to its full size. Nicholas calculated between eight to nine inches of thick, suckable man meat curving up at a delectable angle from a dense nest of darkly exotic pubes. When it reached full potential the musky staff began to throb maddeningly, a network of thick veins pulsating with desire. The gorgeous shaft appeared dark cinnamon in coloring, leading Nicholas to surmise the stud was of hot blooded Latin descent. Cody was slowly stroking his own piece, carefully watching Nicholas admire the blatant offering --- certain the Newman hunk would fall to his knees at any moment and worship the inviting treat with his thick lipped love trap. As a clear drop of pre-cum teared from the fleshy piss hole, Nicholas reached out and cupped the low-hanging ball sac in his hand. The handsome, jutting prick bobbed appreciatively as Nicholas massaged the weighty sac with his sweaty fingers. It was one of the most perfect pieces of man meat he'd ever seen, Nicholas thought, as he wrapped his other fist around the hairy root of the straining shaft. The Newman stud became instantly breathless --- and his tender ass lips fluttered excitedly --- when his thick fingers failed to meet around the sizeable weapon. As ropes of lusty drool dripped from his succulent lower lip and coated the massive shaft with slick saliva, Nicholas began to slowly move his hand up and down the long macho rod. Each time he neared the fat mushroomed cap, Nicholas squeezed his fist more tightly around the bloated meat, turning the head an angry shade of purple and forcing another wave of clear pre-cum to bubble up out of the deep piss slit. With legs anchored slightly more than shoulder-width apart he leaned forward so that the top of his head rested against the wall, looking down at the majestic cock he was now working with both hands. His rapidly beating heart was in his throat as, hand over hand, he milked the prominent prong. All at once the foul, overpowering odor of the pubic toilet became intoxicatingly arousing as Nick reveled in anonymously manhandling the stranger's spectacular appendage. With the protective wall separating them his public identity was preserved and he could safely play the part of wanton cockhound with minimal fear of exposure. He'd been so horned up, even before coming to this place, that there was no sealing the dam of lust bursting through every raw nerve of his being. His own hugely impressive piece was standing up bone hard and dripping man sweat mixed with pre-cum. Flexing his loins slightly forward, Nicholas pressed his pulsing meat against the other stud's hot organ and was rewarded with a deep, masculine sigh. Whether it originated from the Latino or came from his own lips --- or, even, was a reaction of them both --- Nicholas wasn't entirely certain. Cupping both dueling dicks tightly together between his grasping hands, Nicholas began to move his hips, effectively riding his manhood over the thick vein of the other. A combined steady flow of pre-cum dribbled down between the straining shafts, making for a nicely slick dick fuck. Intense satisfying heat radiated from one giant throbber to the other, causing them to pulse and frantically fuck Nicholas's hand hold. Cody's lips were smacking together and his swollen tongue was hanging out like a thirsty dog as he watched the hot action from his vantage point on the cold, dirty tile floor. The mere sight of Nicholas' tight, dimpled ass cheeks flexing each time he thrust up against the other cock was enough to make Cody want to slide his face up between those taut melons and feast on Newman hole. And, once the action really got going, he was certain he would eagerly lend a helping hand ... or mouth ... "Suck my dick, dude," came the throaty whisper from the other side of the wall. Frowning quizzically, Nicholas hesitated --- if only for a few seconds --- certain he detected something familiar in the inflection of the invitingly masculine voice. But the hot joint rising upward from the "glory hole" like some sort of sexual rocket set for takeoff was far too tempting an invitation. Hunky Nicholas fell to his knees in the seedy cubicle with pants bunched around his ankles behind him. His ten curved inches proudly protruded through the space at the bottom of the partition, excitedly bobbing between the strong hairy calves of the other man and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. The big-dicked stud stepped back from the wall, his handsome dick partially retracting through the cut-out hole as he admired the super huge Newman dong. "Nice one," he muttered before once again pressing his groin firmly against the wall, his steamy goodies fully exposed for Nicholas' inspection. "Now give me some head!" Nicholas' lusty tongue rolled out and glided over the head of the big cock, thirstily lapping up all of the tasty pre-cum. The blunt tip of his mouth muscle stabbed between the fleshy folds of the guy's deep piss hole, coaxing even more thick, salty love juice to coat his taste buds. His tongue swirled around the entire rim of the fat, perfect mushroom and teased the gathering of sensitive nerves on the underside. The big weapon seemed to pulse even stronger as he administered a sizzling hot tongue massage to the bulbous cap. Hearing the deep groan of blissful satisfaction from the other side of the wall, Nicholas slipped his full, bee-stung lips around the entire head and started slurping away as if it was his favorite flavor of lollipop. Both of his heavily tendoned hands reached down to take hold of his own stiff member and jerk himself while he sucked on one of the best looking cocks he'd ever encountered. Cody was in serious heat himself, writhing about on the floor while he pounded away on his own pud. Nicholas Newman was one heck of a gorgeous cocksucker. Watching him in action was almost as good as being the recipient of his hot mouth --- almost. Not one to be left out of the sexual loop for long, Cody decided it was high time he got a piece of the action. Lying on his back on the piss-stained tile floor, Cody scooted up under his boss' haunches. Propping himself up on both elbows, Cody lifted his face directly into Nicholas' deep ass trench and set to work eating out the stud's hot hole. Nicholas' ditch was nice and sweaty, just the way Cody liked for a man to be, and his hairy hole yielded nicely to Cody's probing tongue. Before long he had worked himself deep inside the hot, grasping bung hole and was lewdly lapping at the handsome hunk's steamy insides. Nicholas' full, succulent lips pooched out around the meaty shaft like a fish out of water time and again, gobbling up well over half the stud's length with his warm, cock-hungry mouth. Swirling his tongue around the thick tube buried in his face hole, Nicholas felt the fat, spongy head prodding at the entrance to his deep throat. He grunted, gulped and, fighting the natural gag reflex, swallowed even more tasty prick. Allowing the leaking knob to burn in his throat for a few moments, Nicholas slowly pulled back. Inch after glistening inch of saliva-drenched man meat glided out over his wet lips until the thickly flanged rim of the proud cock head plugged his mouth. He swallowed again --- deeper this time --- the awesome thickness of the huge cock distending his jaws and causing the heavy veins in his neck to bulge obscenely as his throat was stretched impossibly wide. He didn't stop until he'd managed to take the entire cock down his throat. Widened eyes teared and his nostrils, buried in the stud's pubic bush, flared as his lips wrapped around the hairy root, holding the prime cut of beef in place. The dude on the other side of the partition gave a loud, appreciative groan and started pumping his hips against the wall, fucking Nicholas' throat with nearly nine inches of randy prick. Nicholas let go of his beating cock and pressed his hands flat against the partition to either side of him for stability as his face was forcefully ravaged. Thick ropes of drool leaked from the corners of his mouth. He sucked on that battering cock with an eager relish while cute Cody's slithering tongue danced around inside his gaping asshole. They were so enthralled with their libidous pleasures that none of the fornicating fuckers heard the heavy booted footfalls of another road-weary traveler entering the raunchy piss den. Hearing their slurps, grunts and groans, the newcomer sized up the situation immediately and, with growing bulge, slipped into the one empty cubicle and squatted down to peer under the wall. Cody barely had time to react when strong hands suddenly grasped him by the ankles and roughly dragged him across the floor and under the separating partition. Busy as he was with the big, tasty dick spearing his throat, Nicholas hardly noticed that Cody had forcibly abandoned chewing out his quivering asshole. Cody managed to get himself up to a halfway seated position on the cold, dirty floor and took a look at his would-be abductor, who had hurriedly stripped off a worn flannel shirt and was fumbling with the zipper of his baggy, faded jeans. This new trucker was a burly bear type with a thick mass of curly, unkempt hair billowing out from under his cap, a full beard and mustache in bad need of a trim and the look of crazed lust in his madly twinkling eyes. A thick mat of dark hair covered his big, barreled chest and protruding belly, and even washed up over his thick arms and sloped shoulders. When he dropped his jeans and soiled boxers, Cody fell instantly in love. His dripping cock wasn't exceptionally big, but the motherfucker was nearly as fat around as a grown man's wrist! Cody shot up on his knees, wrapped his arms around the trucker's hips and buried his face in the stud's hairy crotch. With his face pressed firmly against the partition, Nicholas' widely stretched lips were framed around the crude oval opening. The outrageous fucker raping his gaping mouth was drooling even more ball spunk, making Nicholas' throat even slicker for the heavy pounding it was taking. At times the Newman stud thought he would surely suffocate on that bludgeoning prick. He sucked and swallowed the man-sized dick, his tongue constantly running over the thick vein on the underside of the meaty boner. It suddenly seemed to him that that already-huge dick was swelling even larger --- a sure sign that the well-hung dude was about to blow his load clear down Nicholas' vacuum of a throat. Nick began sucking even more forcefully, anxious to milk a hefty load of hot, spurting cream from the man's pistoning pecker. But, just when those low-hangers had constricted up against the hunky fuck's body --- just when he was sure their sexual dam was about to burst --- the fat dick was abruptly yanked from Nicholas' face and drawn back through the wall. A frown creased Nicholas' broad forehead as he tried to understand why the stud had denied them both the pleasures from a gushing climax. Peering through the saliva-drenched hole, he managed a view of nicely chiseled butt cheeks as the other man turned toward the door of his cubicle. It didn't take long for Nicholas to deduce that the big-dicked he-man was vacating his stall and coming over to join Nick for an encounter of a much closer kind. His heart racing, Nicholas struggled to scramble to his feet and bolt the door, fearful still of his family's name being tarnished by his tea-room exposure. He'd been almost certain Cody locked it upon their entry, but somehow the latch had become unfastened. Nicholas wasn't quick enough and, even had he been, the worn lock wouldn't have done him much good anyway. The following few seconds passed by as if in slow motion. Blood was pounding at his temples as, wide-eyed, he watched the door swing slowly inward on rusted hinges and slam against the adjoining partition. He swallowed hard, his breath caught deep in his recently-excavated throat, as he observed the form of the nicely muscled naked man framed in the doorway, one arm holding the door from swinging shut while his other reached out, beckoning to Nicholas. "DIEGO!" he exclaimed, shock registered on his handsome features. Sure enough, the good-looking beefcake with the sexy cleft in his chin standing breathtakingly nude before him --- the same stud whose cock he'd been sucking for the past several minutes --- was the sleeping beauty who'd gotten him all horned up earlier this evening out at the ranch! "Get out here, Nick," Diego gently commanded, his dark eyes fixed intently on the Newman heir. "It's my turn to get some of that prized ass of yours!" Nicholas eagerly obeyed, conscious of the appreciative way Diego's sexy dark eyes were unashamedly appraising his buffed body. The way the handsome stud ran the tip of his tongue between those sexy lips told Nicholas that Diego liked everything he saw. Cupping one hand behind Nicholas' head at the base of his thick neck, Diego pulled the Newman hunk into his manly embrace. As their hungry lips met, Diego pushed his wet tongue deep into Nicholas' mouth. Their hands moved almost in unison, groping the muscular contours of each other as their tongues lashed about in each other's mouth and their sweaty bodies pressed closely together. Cocks were trapped between gyrating pelvises, rubbing together and leaving haphazard trails of pre-cum over tight, washboard bellies. Diego got a handhold on Nicholas' well-developed glute muscles, deliberately spreading those firm globes with busy exploratory fingers. Diego was the one to finally break their lusty lip lock. Still holding Nicholas firmly by the base of the neck like a bad dog, he led the sexy Newman stud over to the bank of sinks on the other side of the room. Nicholas grasped opposite edges of the stained porcelain as he was forced to bend at the waist with quivering legs spread wide. Facing the smoky mirror attached to the wall in front of him, he observed their reflections as Diego ran his big hands up over his shoulders, down the tapered V of his strong back and into the steamy cleft of his hungry ass. Nicholas' sultry eyes rolled up in his head when one thick finger, soon to be followed by another, poked into his puckered hole, examining the territory. It was slick and nicely wet up there, in no small part due to Cody's earlier attentions, Diego figured. A thin smile played at the corners of his mouth as he glanced over his shoulder at the one occupied cubicle where Cody had obviously found himself a new plaything. He certainly owed Cody a nice hard fuck for setting him up with the most-wanted-stud-in-town: Nicholas Newman. Had it not been for Cody's earlier phone call, poor Diego might have spent the night alone in solitary masturbation thinking about the many hunky young and restless men of Genoa City he had yet to sample. Lightly pressing on the small of Nicholas' back with one open hand, he reached around the hunky stud's flared left thigh and lifted the leg until it was cocked up sideways on the dirty porcelain, knee bent sharply inward. Save for his other strong leg firmly planted on the floor, Nicholas was practically climbing atop the sink. The side of his face was pressed against the mirror, hot breath clouding the reflective surface and his nice, big cock hovered right over the crusty basin. In this vulnerable position, his sweet ass was wide open and deliciously exposed for Diego's manly touch. Spitting a slick wad into the palm of his hand, Diego massaged it over his fat, throbbing prick head and down the first few bloated inches of his shaft while stepping in closer to the pouting fuck hole. Moving a big thumb on the upper side of his shank, Diego rubbed the blunt nose of his wet cock head up and down the expanse of sexy Nicholas' wide-open cleavage. The Newman stud practically whimpered when the ultra-hot Cuban pressed the cock tip against his puckered ass mouth, pushing until the fat head breached his pulsing butt ring. Nicholas countered by lurching back against Diego, stuffing his ass full of the hot, slick shaft. With a piggish grunt, Diego thrust his hips forward, plunging his dick far up into Nicholas' guts. As his hairy balls slapped against the other man's skin he was rewarded with a long, satisfied moan from the hunky Newman slut. Through dreamy, fluttering eyelids Nicholas observed Diego's look of almost crazed ecstasy in the mirror as the muscular fucker wrapped his big arms around Nick's trim midsection and began plunging a full nine inches of cock deep into his grasping ass chute. Cody heard all the macho grunts and groans from his coffee house fuck buddies. He wasn't exactly certain which one of those humpy studs was getting his hot ass buggered, but it really didn't matter in the long run. So far as they both got what they wanted --- thanks to him --- Cody was a happy little matchmaker. He would have liked to have gone out there and lent a helping cock, but at the moment he was bent over with his head practically inside the aromatic toilet bowl while the hairy trucker shoved his massively wide "good buddy" in and out of the Codester's accommodating ass hole. This trick wasn't a slow, easy fuck --- he was a rough one who liked it hard and fast. And Cody was the perfect match for him. Diego's hard body pressed against Nicholas' sweat-slicked skin as he shoved his big piece of meat as deep as it could go before pulling out until only the fat mushroomed head was inside him. And then he drove forward again, causing Nick's one anchored foot to come up off the floor on his toes. His strokes grew faster and harder until he was practically punching his battering cock into the hot, yielding ass hole. "Oh yeah, Diego!" Nicholas breathed, his heavy eyelids at half-mast. "Feels so good! Give me everything you got, man! Fuck me harder!" Gritting his even white teeth, Diego grabbed a fistful of Nicholas' short, thick hair and started fucking him with wild abandon. Nicholas was wriggling about, but there was no where for him to go. Diego fucked fast and furious, his cock a super-charged battering ram now. The more wildly Diego plowed into him, the more Nicholas seemed to enjoy it. Deigo's hairy crotch was slamming against Nick's tailbone with each maddening thrust. His thick prick pistoned in and out of the clutching hole like he was trying to break through the other side. Nick was working him with all he had from the inside, tightening his ass muscles around the super-charged cock and bucking back against the raging fucker. When Diego reached under him and took hold of his cock, Nicholas lost control. The Latin beauty got only a few strokes in before Nicholas bellowed loudly and started shooting his seed. He came in thundering waves, scalding hot cum splashing against the wash basin. Diego never let up on the fucking; in fact, it seemed that he was banging even more frenetically against the orgasmic gyrations of Nicholas' husky body. He squeezed every last drop of precious cum from young Newman. His semen-coated hand came up to Nicholas' handsome face, smearing the man's own jizz over his mouth and dipping thick fingers between his lips so Nick could taste his own load. What Nicholas failed to wash from his hand Diego finished off, lewdly sucking the rich nectar of the other stud from between his fingers. And then it was Diego's hard body shuddering as sweet semen boiled in his tightened scrotum. His ripped stomach muscles flexed visibly and his entire musculature stiffened. With eyes rolling up in their sockets he let out a thunderous bellow and slammed his scorching missile home one last time. White hot cum erupted deep inside Nicholas' bowels, steamy jizz shooting way up in his colon and filling him with man-heat. The hot pecker flexed again and again, pulsing nearly impossible loads of spunk to white-wash the Newman hunk's sink hole. Nicholas actually heard sexy Diego whimper when the final jolt wracked his already heaving body. The Cuban stud fell upon Nicholas then, his arms wrapped tightly around him and his lips planting sweet wet kisses along the back of Nick's sweat-caked neck. Nick reached behind to grab a hand full of tight Gutierrez ass and flexed his well-fucked hole around the hard-on still throbbing deep within him. "Oh yeah, stud! Shoot that load up my ass!" They were both brought out of their selfish pleasures by Cody's cries from the bathroom stall. So engrossed in their own wild fuck session, they'd almost forgotten about their blond nympho friend who, along with his fuck-mate, were loudly vocalizing their mutual passionate orgasms. A wide grin spread across Nicholas' handsome face as he looked over his shoulder at the sultry, good-looking hunk embracing him tightly. Diego winked and returned the smile before planting his mouth over Nicholas' full, luscious lips and sharing a sloppy, smoldering after-sex kiss. Driving Nicholas back to the ranch proved to be an eventful ride; despite their earlier torrid coupling, neither stud could keep his hands off the other! Twice Diego was forced to pull his car to the side of the road so they could engage in more cock groping. Finally arriving at the Newman ranch, they pulled the car into a desolate area and proceeded to steam up the windows like a bunch of love struck school kids. Leaving Diego alone at the stables where he lived proved the hardest thing for poor Nicholas to do. He would gladly have pursued more of his darkened desires between the sheets of the Newman's trusted groom. Only the assurance of future fuck and suck encounters sent him off to traverse the lonely path back to his own home, where his wife and children had been safe and snug in their bed for hours while Daddy pursued his overwhelming hunger for cock. Later, quietly climbing into their marriage bed beside Sharon he thought about Cody, at whose insistence they'd left out at the racy rest stop. True to form, the Codester had decided to pull an all-nighter --- most especially when he'd spied the big eighteen-wheeler pulling into the lot and the two grizzled truckers seated in the cab! Cody was something else, that much was for sure. He was, quite possibly, the most voracious cock hound in all of Genoa City... ....along with Nicholas Newman, of course!