Date: Sat, 22 May 2004 00:06:37 EDT
From: HercXeFan@aol.com
Subject: Daytime Emmy Excess

I do not know any personal details about the lives of Chad Brannon and
Scott Clifton. This is simply a work of fiction. Please do not mistake this
for reality.

Don't read this if you are not over 18. But do e-mail me if you want to
see any other chapters, or if you want to see any other hunks in future
chapters.

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Chad Brannon was on top of the world. What had been a sad occasion (being
fired from his popular rule as Zander on General Hospital) ended in joy
as he beat out some of the best, not to mention sexiest, men on daytime
for the Younger Actor Emmy.

During the after-show party, Chad excused himself to the men's bathroom.
Everyone assumed he needed to piss, but in truth the excitement of the
evening had gone to the wrong head. And as was evident to his millions of
male and female fans (and to the costumers -- they loved putting him in
skintight jeans and lingering their hands at his crotch for just a second
too long) when he was excited, he couldn't exactly hide the problem.

Chad pulled out his thick 9 inches and began stroking in front of the
urinal. His hands were rough but felt so good against his stretched
girth. He fished out his egg-sized, hairy balls and began to knead them
in time with his strokes.

Just as he was close to cumming, the sweat dripping down his intense dark
features, the door opened.

"Oh shit I'm sorry!! I..."

Chad glanced over at the new arrival. It was Scott Clifton. The newest
heartthrob on General Hospital. Young Dillon Quartermaine. His shaggy
dirty blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes were almost as heartstopping as
his lush, plump lips.

"That's OK, Scott," Chad smirked. Scott groaned. He knew what that smirk
meant.

"I won. You lost. The Emmy AND the bet. Remember?"

Scott winced. He'd almost forgotten.

"OK man, I'll do what you want. But let's go back to the party."

Chad shook his head.

"No way. Suck me off. Now."

Scott gulped.

"HERE?"

Chad nodded and shook his oozing crank a few times, globs of pre-cum
flying off in all directions.

"Yeah dude. Here. I'll even give you a Best Cocksucker Lips award."

Scott slowly moved forward. As he slid his thick lips over the meat, he
wondered what would happen next.