Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 04:47:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: royale-ity@webtv.net
Subject: Young & Restless Men 4

This is the fourth installment in the continuing gay adventures of the
men of Genoa City.  All original characters are the property of CPT
Holdings and this story is not meant to implicate anything about the
sexuality of the actors who portray these roles in the actual television
production.  If you haven't seen the show, I hope this will inspire you
to check it out.  You must be of legal age to read this sexually
explicit material.  Many thanks to Brett, Chad, and all the others who
have written with their comments and suggestions.  The author, of
course, maintains copyright to this material.


Paris, France.

Bradley Carlton had been in France for less than a week and was already
homesick for the United States and his life in the midwestern town of
Genoa City.  Over the past few weeks his existence had taken a decided
turn and a former enemy had become a desired lover.  For most of his
thirty-odd years, Brad had been the sex stud for a long list of lusty
ladies but recent events had turned him into a panting fuckhole for
wealthy business magnate Victor Newman.  Sure, Brad still took pleasure
from female pussy---Newman's wife was still in his stable---but
bottoming for Victor had become his passion.  There was a certain sense
of kink in the knowledge that both he and Victor were plowing Mrs.
Newman---Nikki---while, unbeknownst to her, Victor was deep-dicking him.
Brad had fantasies of a threesome with the Newmans:  Nikki spread out on
silk sheets, gorgeous legs spread wide while Brad feasted on her
perfumed pussy as Victor piston-fucked his upturned ass.  Hell, after
the threesome he had just had with Newman and his son, they could turn
it into a family affair!   And if young and sassy Victoria joined the
party it would be an all-out orgy!

He had come to Paris on business which had, surprisingly, been wrapped
up in a few short days, leaving Brad free to enjoy some of the sights of
the so-called romantic city.  But after many long afternoons perusing
museums and antique shoppes, and selecting gifts for the Newmans from
the many boutiques, Brad had an overwhelming desire to return home.  His
tight ass itched for the invasion of Victor's humongous twelve-inch
battering ram.  While in Paris, he had enjoyed assignations with a fair
mademoiselle or two, and the cute hotel bellhop had frenched him well
into dawn, but there was nothing like the taste of Newman cock.
Thankfully, his plane was departing in the morning and soon the fire
between his legs would be squelched.

An exquisite dinner of poached honey-roasted duck at the Lucas Carton at
Place de la Madeleine, accompanied by a fine bottle of wine, capped off
his final day in the foreign country.  Briefly considering spending a
few hours at one of the city's hip jazz clubs or strolling the romantic
streets of Montemarte, Brad opted instead to return to his accomodations
and enjoy a sound night's sleep. The Grand Hotel,  located on the right
bank at Pavillon de la Reine. was a five-story 17th-century structure
with rooms facing a quaint courtyard and an intimate masculine lounge
with polished woodwork and comfortable leather armchairs.  Stopping
briefly to enjoy a nightcap and browse through one of the available
magazines, Brad settled into a chair facing the lobby and inhaled the
sweet smelling scent of the other patron's cigar smoke.

Engrossed in an article about stock trading, Brad failed to notice
another man enter the lounge and come to an abrupt halt upon spying the
strikingly handsome American seated there. Recovering from his initial
surprise, the newcomer sauntered across the room in his tan western
boots and stood before the other man.

"Well, imagine this, two Americans in France and both from the same
town," he spoke.  "What are you doing here, Carlton?"

Brad looked up in surprise from his magazine and into the soothingly
blue, long-lashed fringed eyes of Cole Howard.

"Howard," he greeted, rising from his seat to shake hands, "I guess this
proves the old cliche about this being a small world, doesn't it?  I've
just finished completing some business here and am returning to Genoa
City tomorrow.  And what brings you to Paris?"

Crossing his arms across his chest, Cole rocked on the heels of his
trademark boots.  "Research for my latest book," he announced.  "I was
supposed to meet a contact here, but the desk clerk tells me he's been
detained.  Do you mind if I join you?"

Brad motioned to a vacant chair and set aside his magazine, much more
interested in his new company.  Cole Howard was a published novelist,
and a fine-looking man.  There was something almost pretty about his
good looks, yet everything about the man exuded masculinity.  He was
tall and lean, with dark wavy hair which fell carelessly across his
forehead.   Dressed as usual in a casual shirt, unbuttoned to midchest,
and tight faded jeans, Cole was an impressive figure.  His first
marriage had been to the precocious young daughter of Victor Newman; his
second,  to Victor's former love Ashley Abbott.   He had left Genoa City
some time ago to pursue a career overseas, leaving behind the women who
had loved him.

The crisp, efficient waiter brought Cole an imported beer which he drank
straight from the long-necked bottle while Brad filled him in on the
latest events back home.   Cole seemed genuinely concerned about
Victoria's recent troubles with an anonymous stalker, but was pleased
that ex-wife Ashley had gotten on with her life following their divorce.
He was aware that Brad and Ash were friends, as well as former in-laws
via Brad's failed marriage to Tracy (whose husband, in turn, was Cole's
publisher).  Although the two men were acquainted through others, they
were totally dissimilar and had rarely socialized.  For the first time,
Bradley took inspection of the celebrated author, discovering that he
liked what he saw.  A familiar yearning began to gnaw in his groin.

Finishing the brew, Cole glanced at his watch and turned to look back
towards the lobby.  Brad's eyes dropped to the impressive bulge in the
writer's skin-tight jeans as he hungrily moistened his lips with a slow
swipe of the tongue.  Howard had one hell of a basket there and Bradley
was growing hornier by the second.

"Looks like I've been stood up," Cole announced in his slight drawl as
he once again faced Brad.  "The little bastard was supposed to meet me
here to share some information necessary to my book."

Brad feigned interest while trying to determine if the good-looking man
was attainable.  "What's your new novel about?"

"Actually, it's a work of historical fiction," Cole replied, pleased
that Brad appeared interested.  "I'm setting it  in France of the 1500s
and examining the decadence of the royalty in that era."

"Decadence?" Brad raised an eyebrow.

"Sure," Cole went on.  "I plan for this to be an examination of the
sexual and social mores of the period.  The fellow who was to have met
me tonight is a self-professed authority on male homosexuality
throughout the ages---a subject, I must admit,  I know very little
about, but which seems to have been prevalent during the Renaissance."

Bradley nearly fell off his chair at this last statement.  If Cole
needed a lesson in man to man mating, he was more than willing to help
out with the writer's research.  Instead, he suggested that  Cole try to
contact the man from his room telephone upstairs, leaving a note at the
front desk as to where he could be located should the man appear in the
interim.  To his delight, Howard agreed.

Upstairs, in the privacy of Carlton's luxurious room, Cole placed a
series of telephone calls, but his search appeared to be fruitless.
Brad poured a cognac for them from the wet bar and hungrily observed the
rise and fall of the other man's Adam's apple as Cole swallowed the
heavy intoxicating liquid.   His eyes locked with Howard's clear blue
irises as he moved closer to take the empty shot glass from his hand.
Standing abreast of the younger hunk, Brad's hand shot out and took hold
of Cole's protruding basket and squeezed the massive bulge.

Cole appeared surprised, but failed to back away from Bradley's firm
grasp.  Swallowing nervously, he spoke quietly, "Brad, what do you think
you're doing?"

Brad kneaded the mound in Cole's pants and replied teasingly, "Helping
you with your research, of course."  Moving in closer, he pressed his
muscular body into the other man, reaching around behind to hold him
tight, and planted his moist lips on Cole's neck.  Sliding his tongue up
the smooth skin, he nibbled at the lobe of one ear, and then slid his
tongue provocatively into the warm canal.

Heavy breath catching deep in his throat, Cole sighed, "Oh fuck,
Carlton, what are you doing to me?  I never knew you were into men."

"Neither did I," Brad revealed, rubbing his day's stubble of beard
against Cole's cheek as he planted wet kisses , "until recently.  Do you
want me to stop?"

"Well, I-I don't know,"  Cole stammered.  "I've never done anything like
this before.  I don't think---"

Bradley silenced Howard by planting his lips firmly on the other man's
and sliding his tongue between Cole's lips.  Cole grumbled something
inaudible and reached up to grasp Brad by his muscular shoulders as if
to fend him off, but Brad had him clutched in a tight embrace.  He
bruised Howard's lips with his fevered kiss while his slippery tongue
investigated the sweet, wet inner confines.  Slowly, Cole responded.
The hands at Bradley's shoulders began to caress the hard muscle and
Cole's mouith began to move with his. Their tongues met tentatively and
danced together teasingly.  Brad sucked hungrily from the straight man's
mouth, hands running up and down the taut frame of his back while their
pelvises mashed together.

Reaching down, Brad released his one-eyed monster from the confines of
his trousers and then assisted Cole's prick into freedom.  Grasping the
cock by its base, Brad traveled up the stiff rod and was delighted to
determine Cole to be his equal in size.  At least eight inches of
mandick pulsed in the palm of his hand as Brad began to stroke the
throbbing member.  Running his palm up the underside of the smooth dick.
he circled the sensitive cockhead with his fist and felt Howard's loins
jump at his touch.  Grasping his own lonely cock, Brad joined them
together in his talented hands and fucked Cole's prick with his own.
The twin cocks feverishly rode against each other, the heavy vein on the
underside of the handsome rods pulsating excitedly.

Allowing the dueling dicks to engage in a lusty cock-fight, Brad freed
his hands to fumble with the buttons of Cole's shirt and pulled it back
to rest on the expanse of his shoulders, exposing a smooth, hairless
chest.  With his prick grinding against the young author's, Brad
deliberately ran his flesh-starved hands up over the curves of Howard's
heaving chest and toyed with the small, erect nipples.  All the while,
the tip of his tongue flicked sexily with Cole's, even as their mouiths
parted.  Brad looked into the handsome face of  Victor Newman's
ex-son-in-law, whose long  lashes parted dreamily to reveal  sexy blue
pools of sparkling color which reflected Carlton's errant lust. Hastily
removing his own shirt, Bradley grasped Cole by the back of his head and
pulled him to his mouth once again, his libido incensed.

Convinced that the alcohol had distorted his logic, Cole allowed himself
to be taken along by the muscular stud who held him securely in his
bulging arms.   He had never been fondled by another man  and was
finding this new experience curiously exhiliarating.  The roughness of
the male touch was proving to be a major aphrodisiac.  Cole had to admit
to himself that he thoroughly enjoyed the feel of Brad's lips.  The
sexual impulses which surged through his body as their tongues worked
together lifted him into a newfound level of euphoria.  Running his
hands up the shapely V of Carlton's finely toned back, he pulled the
Greek god tighter into his body so that their chests and pelvises
crushed together.

"Guess there are no objections from you, Howard,"  Brad whispered
huskily into his ear as his lips marked a wet trail along the side of
Cole's corded neck.

Though his breathing was heavy, and beads of sweat were covering his
brow and dampening his dark hair, Cole sighed, "It's been so long.  Not
since Ashley.  I need it so bad.  Do me, Carlton, just fucking do me!"

Bradley stepped away from the man.  Slowly, and seductively, he slid out
of his trousers and contoured underwear to reveal his gym-sculpted
perfection.  Try as he might, Cole could not prevent himself from
scoping out the other man's body from toe to head.  Brad was certainly
one hell of a hunk of man with his sexy hourglass shape: wide, proud
shoulders; bulging biceps; curved pectorals with huge brown erect
nipples; strong, rippled abdominals; narrow, tight waistline; curved
hips; carved quads and powerful calves visually enhanced the powerful
erection which rose from his manicured groin.  Cole felt almost ashamed
as he removed his own clothing to reveal his runner's body, but the
manner in which Carlton's eyes rode over his tight slimness soon
squelched any insecurities he might have felt.

Brad moved towards the door of the other room and Cole followed with
shaky legs.  He was led into the large bedroom of the elegantly
furnished suite and took a place at the foot of the expansive canopied
bed while Carlton silently lit several candles.  Extinguishing the
electrical lighting, Brad allowed the room to bask in a flickering
romantic glow.  Cole Howard appeared even more desirable as alternating
shadows danced upon his quivering nakedness.  Brad purposely advanced on
the man and roughly shot his strong arms out to push Howard off-balance
and onto the soft bed. Cole sat down heavily on the edge of the
mattress, grateful to be off his  weakened legs, but nervously unsure of
what was to happen next.

As Brad bent at the waist and slid his hands along the other man's
thighs, Cole swallowed heavily and again mumbled, "I-I've never done
anything like this before."

Brad winked as he reached out and  took hold of Cole's bobbing member.
"Just leave everything to me, Howard.  I know exactly how to take care
of you.  I've had a very experienced instructor."

 Cole offered no protest as Bradley sunk to his knees in front of him
and took the fully erect pisser into his mouth.  Throwing back his head,
Howard growled wildly at the feel of another man on his leaking pillar
of lust.  Bradley sucked a few hard inches into his overly eager mouth,
running his tongue up the underside of the shaft and wrapping it around
the blood-engorged head.  Gradually, he swallowed inch after inch of
pulsing thickness until the fat cock head was buried deep in his throat.
Brad feasted on the hot man cock. slowing coming up to take a breath of
air before stuffing his face again.

 Howard's hips began to buck, shoving his big dick down Carlton's gaping
gullet and back up into the wider opening of his mouth, where he was met
with a delicious tongue lashing.  His inflated ballsac bounced off
Brad's chin.  A steady flow of dick juice leaked from his piss slit to
mix with Bradley's abudant saliva and pave the way for a slick
throat-fuck.  The excess drool spilled from the sides of his feverishly
working lips.  The hungrier he became, the faster Bradley sucked and
licked at the tasty meat slamming into his throat.  He wanted nothing
more than to have his mouth filled with Cole Howard's thick cream and to
savor this straight man's first load to another man, before swallowing
it all down and filling his belly with the nectar of male essence.  But,
at the same time, he had every desire to prolong the encounter so that
he might hear the younger buck begging for release.

Working his sensuous lips around the massive knob of cock, Brad feasted
on the sensitiive head.  Sucking on the tender skin,  he probed gently
at the oozing eye  while stroking the exposed length of spit-soaked
shaft with his hand.  Cupping the low-hanging peach-fuzz coated ballbag
with his other hand, Brad soon had the novelist writhing like a snake
under his expert touch.  Stretching his jaws wide, Carlton went down on
the hard shaft once again, his throat muscles squeezing the hot meat
while his handsome face plunged up and down on the veiny cock.

"Oh, yeah, Carlton," Howard panted.  "That feels sooooooooooo good.
Don't stop, man!  Please don't stop!  I need to get off.  Help me get
off!"

Propping himself up on one elbow, Cole reached down with the other hand
to entangle his long writer's fingers in Bradley's thick hair, holding
the macho hunk's head in place on his cock.  Brad needed no assistance;
his lips were locked in place on the hot sausage and he had no intention
of letting go.  The flickering candlelight caught in Cole's angelic
eyes, giving him an almost ethereal appearance, prompting Brad to fist
his own cock as he feasted on the good-looking man's meat.  If only
Victor could see him now, he fleetingly thought, sucking the dick of
Newman's daughter's ex-husband.  Victor would most certainly punish
him---perhaps in the basement dungeon where Bradley had lost his
ass-cherry to the older stud. Such thoughts caused Carlton to suck the
big hetero dick with renewed
vigor.

As the hefty nuts in his hand began to tighten against the cute man's
bucking body and his breath grew shorter and heavier, Brad determined
that Cole was very near to orgasm.  While he fervently desired the taste
of Howard's cocksnot, Brad was not yet ready for the initiation to end.
Forcing himself off the glorious length of mandick, Brad buried his face
in the moist, sensitive spot below the balls, sucking and licking at the
sweaty flesh.  Cole attempted to reach for his cock and beat himself
off, but Brad grasped his wrists and forced his hands away. Howard fell
back on the bed, a sheen of perspiration coating his torso as he panted
huskily and ran his hands through sweat-soaked hair.

Grasping the prone man by his calves, Brad lifted  sinewy legs up and
backwards, exposing the smooth tight mounds of butt cheeks and the tiny
asterisk planted dead center.  Cole held his breath, uncertain of
Bradley's next move and wondering if he should call a halt to the
festivities before it went any farther.  But Brad had no intention of
affording him that opportunity.  Moving forward, he snaked out his long
pink tongue and darted it teasingly at the rubbery lips of Cole's
spanking-clean
manhole.  Gliding his tongue along the slick crack, Brad moistened the
fine line of dark hair which surrounded the tight hole on an otherwise
smooth and taut ass.  Massaging the delectable buns with his hands, Brad
got comfortable and zeroed in on the wrinkled pink pucker which
heretofore had only experienced one use.  Brad intended to teach his apt
pupil that a man's bunghole had another quite enjoyable function.

Taking hold of his lightly hairy legs from behind the knees, Cole lifted
his upper body so as to more clearly observe the treatment Carlton was
delivering to his asshole.  With his body coiled into a ball, Brad's
face was only slightly over a foot away from his own.  Cole watched in
astonishment as Carlton slurped along the hair-lined asscrack, stopping
occasionally to dart the tip of his tongue against the pulsing shitter.
No one, man or woman, had ever touched him there before.  For a brief
moment a wave of guilt made him consider pushing Brad away, but the
powerful sensations engulfing his lean body proved too strong.  Instead
he watched in wide-eyed wonder as Carlton attacked his hole.

Brad plunged his handsome face into the funky asscrack, his tongue
pressing more firmly against the tightly closed raisin.  His tongue
flicks became more probing until finally he succeeded in breaking
through the sweet asshole.  Cole's mouth fell open with a long
"aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" as Carlton reamed out his ass walls. savoring the
pungent nectar.  His fully distended tongue probed the slimy butthole as
the palms of his hands worked to spread Howard's ass trench wider.
Howard was uncontrollably circling his ass against Carlton's face,
literally screwing himself on the invading tongue.

Swirling his mouth muscle around inside the hot, tangy ass, Brad planted
his lips on Howard's sweet hole and drank his tasty ass juice.   Pre-cum
was flowing liberally from Cole's swollen knob as Brad dined on the
young author's shithole.  The straight man was putty in his hands  and
there was nothing Brad couldn't coax him into by this point.  He settled
into a nice, leisurely ass munch, savoring the fruits of his labor.
With each passing moment, Howard's sphincter relaxed until he was a
wide, gaping hole begging to be taken by the adoring muscle god.

Bradley continued with his seductive tongue washing until his loins
could stand no more.  Rising, he leaned forward to cover Cole's mouth
with his ass-scented lips.  Howard was enthusiastically receptive,
sloshing his tongue inside Brad's mouth just as the other man had done
to his manhole.  Reaching down to take hold of his fat eight incher,
Brad rubbed it along the hairy trench, coating him with thick jizz and
positioned the bulbous head at the winking hole.

"I'm going to fuck your pretty ass, Howard," he roughly announced.

Cole licked his lips nervously, still holding his thighs wide apart.  "I
don't know, Carlton.  I don't think I can take it."

Brad smiled devilishly.  "Oh, you can take it, baby.  I've gotten you
nicely loosened up.  And I promise I'll be gentle."

Cole relaxed momentarily and Brad seized the moment.  Flexing his loins,
he rammed his bloated knob through the virgin hole and embedded half his
length in the spittle soaked ass channel.   Cole's sapphire eyes shot
wide open, his even white teeth gnashed together and his entire body
tensed at the unexpected force of Bradley's powerful intrusion.
Strangely, as the rest of his body tightened, Cole's asshole relaxed and
Bradley plunged the remainder of his hard shaft into the warm sinkhole.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Cole cried out.  "IT FUCKING HURTS!  TAKE IT OUT!"

"Not on your life!"  Brad snarled back at him and began to pump his
pelvis, sliding the thick piece of meat in and out of the oh-so-tight
manhole.  Cole remained stiffened as Carlton ripped into him, the tight
chute gripping him like a vise.  His heavy balls smacked up against the
handsome writer's butt with each deliberate thrust while his fat
cockhead burrowed itself deep in the other man's warm belly.  Pulling
almost all the way out, he allowed the pulsing head to momentarily
linger at the stretched assring before raging back in.

Cole whimpered as the hot hunk pummeled his prostate time and again.  He
tore at his own soaked, thick hair and then wisely gripped the bed
coverings on either side of him, balling them into a knot in his hands,
as his head rolled from side to side.  Brad showed no mercy, thrusting
his meat into the wet bunghole, his pelvic bone slamming against the
base of Howard's genitals.  The hot sweetness inside him began to loosen
and Brad knew Cole was entering that euphoric state where the pain of
his busted man-cherry was dissolving into forbidden pleasure.

"Oh, yeah!" he panted. "Fuck me, big boy!  Fuck my virgin asshole with
that big dick!  Oh yeah, that's it!  FUCK ME HARDER!  Oh Oh Oh Oh
OHHHHHHHHH!  It feels SOOOOOOOOO FUCKIN' GOOD!  I'm getting FUCKED!  I'm
REALLY getting FUCKED!"

Dirty bedroom talk from the sexy stud, only a few years his junior,
turned Brad into a battering bull.  Splitting those gorgeous melons with
his joystick,  Bradley rammed into the fiery love tunnel with increased
ferocity.  Slipping into overdrive, he hammered Cole's shitter like a
man possessed.  The talented beginner met each thrust eagerly,
tightening his inner muscles to grip the thick length of cock as if not
wanting to let it go.

"You want it bad, don't you, Howard?" he managed through the fevered
exertion.

"Oh, yeah,"  Cole cooed back at him. "I want that big fuckin' cock,
Carlton.  FUCK my ass, man!  Fuck it good!"

Bradley shivered with excitement.  Cole's tender asslips were sucking
him in now, forcing resistance to his outward pull.  The slippery
wetness inside his heaving fuckhole caused undeniable sensations to
every exposed nerve on Brad's battering cock shaft.  Carlton raped the
cock slut's juicy ass, burying himself deep in man butt, reveling in the
feel of ass muscle clenching his hard member.  With every twist and
turn, he drilled Howard with his crank until he could hold back no
longer.

Slamming all the way up into his new partner one final time, Bradley's
muscular body bucked  as hot jizz boiled up out of his boner and
exploded into the fiery furnace of Cole's colon.  He blew load after
load of mancum against the inner walls of the well-fucked shitter,
pumping his own jizz and feeling it squish around his expanded cockhead.
Not until he was certain that every drop of man juice had been drained
from his prick did Brad make a move to extricate himself from the vacuum
of Cole's manhole.

The younger man still writhed on the bed, reaching now to take his own
thick cock in hand and pump it furiously.  Bending down, Brad took the
engorged head into his mouth and flicked his tongue around the sensitive
glans.  It didn't take long before Cole was flooding his mouth with hot,
white cum.  The tasty jism splashed back against his tonsils and Brad
drank thirstily from the spasming cock.  He sucked and licked at the
exploding cockhead until Cole was merely dry-humping his face.  Howard
fell back motionless, reflective in the aftermath of the hottest sex
he'd experienced in his short life.

After a long, warm shower both men lay in bed together, Bradley's strong
arm encircling Cole's slim waist as he pulled the man's back into the
curve of his chest.  The sex slave of Victor Newman felt satisfied that
he had conquered his own fuck buddy, and wondered how he could introduce
the two in his contuining quest for homosexual fulfllment.

"Anytime you decide to visit Genoa City," he told the relaxing stud,
"you have a place to stay."

"Well," Cole responded in his slight midwestern twang, "I'll have to
plan a trip real soon.  I want a crack at that hot ass of yours."

Reaching up to cup a solid pectoral, Brad whispered hungrily into his
ear,  "My plane doesn't leave until ten.  That leaves us a few more
hours."

Cole smiled lopsidedly and turned to stretch his body across the muscle
stud.  "Then I say we'd better get right to it," he said, his tongue
darting past Carlton's lips.

They sucked and fucked well into daylight and, later that morning, as
the plane taxied down the runway on its return flight to the States,
there was one empty seat on board . . . . .