Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2000 06:05:03 -0500 (EST)
From: royale-ity@webtv.net
Subject: Young and Restless Men 10

Hi there, men!  My name is Cody.  I'm twenty-three years old, almost
twenty-four, and I manage a very popular coffee house in Genoa City,
Wisconsin for Nick Newman, who is a real lip-smacking. mouth-watering
hunk.  I'm a college graduate, majoring in business, but that didn't
stop me from pursuing my interest in sports.  Both in college and high
school I tried out for every sport on the boards.  Football was my
personal favorite man-to-man contact sport. I played defensive line,
along with Nick Newman.  I would've liked to have been star quarterback,
but that honor went to Matt Clark, a real wise-ass punk who went on to
cause alot of trouble in Genoa City for Nick and his family. Thankfully,
Matt skipped town some time ago---long after the shooting that
erroneously landed Nick in jail and turned Clark into a fugitive from
the law.   I've always liked Nick; he's a hell of a guy and one good
looker, too.  I sure would like to get a hand on that bulge in his jock
strap but he's happily married to a gorgeous blond babe, has two
beautiful children, and is simply unattainable.  So I am forced to lust
after him from afar.

No one knows that I have an insatiable desire for other men.   That's
the primary reason I tried out for all the teams.  Working up a hot,
raunchy sweat on the field or on the basketball court, grappling
together on the wrestling mat and scrubbing down in the showers
afterwards always gave me my fill of hunky eye candy.  A few years back
I stumbled upon an isolated rest stop with a large hole carved between
the stalls where I could live out my sexual fantasies with anonymous
truckers and passers-by.  And then came the night, several weeks ago,
when one of my fantasies actually became reality and I had furious,
glorious sex with gorgeous Carter Mills, an employee at the coffee shop!
Little did I know at the time that Carter housed a secret agenda---and I
was being deliciously used in his twisted plot.

But I am getting ahead of myself.  There is someone else who can tell
you the story much better than I.   Before he starts, however, you
should know that my tale is one of rough, raunchy and descriptive sex
between some awfully hot guys.  So if you are underage, please read no
further (as if this will really stop you).  Also, I must state that my
original character, as well as the others contained in this story, are
the sole property of CPT Holdings.  As man hungry as I may sound, the
actor portraying me---or any of the other actors on the televised
series---are not necessarily likewise inclined.

Okay, JR, now that I've hopefully enlivened the usual boring disclaimer,
go on and tell all your readers my story, as I recounted it to you last
night when we met at my favorite rest stop.   I'm getting hard just
thinking about it. as I know they soon will be.  Dig into your pants,
Y&R readers, and don't be afraid to tell nasty-minded JR your thoughts
on the tale.

copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale

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The coffee house was busy, enjoying one of those last-minute rushes that
helped propel sales and further establish Nick and Sharon Newman as
successful entrepreneurs, despite the reservations of Newman's doubting
father.   The friendly and efficient staff was well-equipped to handle
the surge in late-night business, but manager Cody's heart just wasn't
in it.  Forcing a strained smile, he went through the motions of serving
the coffee house patrons, most of whom he knew by name,  but failed to
engage in any conversation.  On a usual night, the good-looking former
athlete would have dazzled the crowd wtih his pearly white smile, cute
dimples deepening and cobalt-blue eyes dancing, but tonight he was in a
deep funk.  In fact, he'd been down in the dumps for weeks and the
reason for his depression was just across the room, waiting on one of
the many tables scattered throughout.

Carter Mills.  The rugged, vagabond traveler who had shown up in Genoa
City several months ago and who was quickly hired on by the Newman
family.   He was darkly handsome with deep-set hazelnut colored eyes
hooded by always-questioning arched eyebrows.  The planes of his face
were angular, highlighted by a strong, stern jaw now showing a heavy
five-o-clock shadow of manly bristles.  A thick, shiny head of dark
wash-and-wear wavy hair was cut short at the back and sides, but longer
on top.  He had that rough, sexy look of a man who'd just crawled out of
bed, thrown on a pair of khakis and come to work.  Cody had been smitten
by the stud from the moment he first laid eyes on him and then
miraculously,  several weeks ago, opportunity knocked and Cody answered.
They had fucked and sucked up a storm way into dawn right here in the
main area of the coffee house.  Cody gave his pretty ass again and again
to the hung hunk---and then---nothing!

Carter had been all business the next day and every day since.  There
was no mention of their torrid lovemaking, not even a hint from the stud
that it had even transpired---or would ever be repeated again.  Cody
felt horribly rejected.  Based upon their one glorious night he had
decided to give up his toilet tramp ways and concentrate solely on the
delicious eight and one half inch monster belonging to Carter Mills.
But after a few days he realized that, in a moment of heightened sexual
libido, Carter had used him like a paid whore and there was to be no
future for the two of them.  He returned to the out-of-the-way rest
stop, sunk to his knees on the piss-covered floor and half-heartedly
attempted to service a particularly unattractive anonymous dick.  After
the older trucker had blown a load over Cody's smooth, unblemished face
and left grumbling his disappointment, Cody sat back on the grimy toilet
seat and began to sob.  Tears of unrequited love slid down his pink
cheeks, mixing with the trucker's salty cum, as he pined away for the
true object of his desire.

Carter knew exactly how the sandy-haired slut was taking his rejection.
Those big, blue puppy dog eyes that looked at him longingly across the
room were filled with desire for another taste of Carter's strong,
succulent sausage.  The little cock pig didn't understand why he was
being given the cold shoulder, and that was exactly the way Carter
planned it.  Everything he did was a well-conceived and calculated plot
which would end in his domination of Nicholas Newman and, quite
possibly, another shot at the sexy blond Mrs. Newman.  Carter Mills was
an alias to mask his true identity; he'd even had extensive plastic
surgery performed to dramatically alter his physical appearance.
Thankfully the surgeron's scalpal had not disfigured him but, instead,
created an entirely different and equally handsome face.  His real name
was well known by the Newmans, by Cody, by the police---yes, by the
entire town!  Matt Clark: former college football quarterback and now
fugitive from the law, whose true identity was known by only one other
person---that money hungry ex-convict Larry Warton!

Carter's prolonged rejection of cock hungry cutie Cody was cleverly
designed to keep the boy at bay---yet  interested.  He knew that when he
approached Cody, his former football teammate would melt like butter and
do his every bidding.  Cody would be the catalyst in his plan to ensnare
Nicholas Newman and, after it was over, he might take the long and lean
cocksucker with him away from Genoa City.  Cody was a well-oiled sex
machine that no man could easily forget!  It almost pained calculating
Carter/Matt to do what he knew he must do next, but time was running
short and the plan must soon be set into motion!

As closing hour drew near, the coffee house patronage began to disipate.
Carter waited on his last table and proceeded to get an early start on
the normal closing procedures. Cody kept an eye on the hunky stud, who
seemed anxious to finish up and be out of the place.  The atmosphere
would become quite awkward once the coffee house had closed and they
were left alone.  Cody desperately wanted to question Carter about his
abrupt change in attitude, but feared hearing the ultimate rejection. He
was almost certain Carter had taken up with a girl in town; quite
possibly Tricia, that neurotic blond he seemed overly friendly with.

Cody allowed the final stragglers to hang out and finish their coffee
and conversation while he locked the front door; being alone with Carter
would be much too traumatic for him.  He hastened to balance the cash
register and restock the coffee bar while Carter cleaned up tables and
mopped down the floor.  Even then, he couldn't prevent his eyes from
wandering over to that tasty hunk of prime beefcake diligently
performing his duties.  The material of his polo shirt stretched across
muscular, hulking shoulders as Carter vigorously wiped down the table
top with fast, circular motions.  As he bent over to retrieve a crumbled
napkin from the floor, the seam of his tan khakis buried itself in the
crevice of his chiseled backside, causing Cody's prick to jump.

Tearing his eyes away from this handsome vision, Cody left the sales
floor and hid in the adjoining stock room.  His lonely cock was rock
hard  and in desperate need of Carter's attention.  He rubbed his stiff
member through the material of his pants  and cursed himself for ever
having started with the sexy waiter.  He should have just continued
giving blow jobs and offering his ass up to nameless, faceless cocks at
the glory hole.  He would never have become addicted to the guilty
pleasures of Carter Mills' hard, manly body.

He was startled when a hand touched his shoulder and spun around to land
face to face with the square jawed stud.  Carter said nothing at first.
He ran his hands up the front of Cody's shirt, over his hardening
nipples to the wide expanse of his collar bone.  One big hand reached
behind Cody's soft neck and pulled him in closely.  Cody's lips parted
without protest, accepting the dark haired man's juicy tongue. They
kissed hungrily, hands groping
each other's warm young body.

Carter reached down to take a handful of Cody's firm bubbled buns, while
Cody ran his hands along the sinewy muscles of Carter's broad back.
Their mouths worked together, rediscovering each other.  Carter ground
his expanding basket into Cody's hardened groin as he held him close.

"I've missed you," he whispered hotly into Cody's ear, nipping at the
tender lobe.  "You still want me, don't you?"

"OH, YES," Cody sighed, his prayers answered.

"Everyone's gone and the place is locked up,"  Carter breathed, his wet
tongue probing.  "Let's get out of here.  I know a place."

Cody didn't need to be asked twice.  The coffee house was spit-shine
clean in record time and they were soon seated in Carter's second hand
car, headed for the outskirts of town.  Carter had suggested using only
one vehicle and seemed insistent that Cody leave his in the coffee house
parking lot.  Cody had no objection; he couldn't bear the thought of
being away from Carter for one second more than necessary.

"Take off your clothes," Carter ordered.

Cody grinned sheepishly,  "Here?  Now?"

"Yeah," Carter smiled lop-sidedly.  "I want to see that hot little body
right now."

Wicked adrenaline rushed through Cody's body as he kicked off his
Reebocks and socks.  Certainly it was late, but there were still many
vehicles traversing the busy city streets.  Any one of them might pull
up next to the car at a red traffic light.  While the driver of another
car wouldn't be privy to his nudity, any truck driver would certainly
have a mighty eye full.  The thought of danger increased Cody's wanton
libido as he pulled the polo shirt over his head and began fumbling with
the zipper on his khakis.  Pulling the tan-colored pants down to a
bundle around his naked ankles, he kicked them off onto the floor and
sat there with his hard prick tenting up and out of his bleached white
briefs.

"Everything!" Carter drawled---and Cody obeyed.  Hooking his thumbs into
the waist band, he lifted his perfectly molded butt off the seat and
slowly dragged the cotton material over his strong thighs and down to
the pile on the floor.

Expertly traversing through the mild traffic, Carter took stock of the
cute slut.  "It" sat there entirely nude with one arm stretched across
the top of the seat and the other resting on "its" right thigh, legs
parted slightly and seven-plus inches reaching for the sky.  The little
whore would do anything he said; of that, Carter was sure.  He certainly
was a good-looking guy, Carter thought.  His skin was so smooth and
clean, tight and contoured in just the right places.  His arms, calves
and thighs were strong and lightly muscled.  Twin pecs had a visible
curve over a wide chest, their darkened nipples hardened now by his
nakedness in the cool night air.  His best asset was that butt, hard
round globes chiseled to perfection   In total, he looked like one of
those unattainable porno cover boys owned exclusively by a smut movie
studio.

With one hand on the wheel, Carter spat into the other, reached over and
took hold of the bulging erection.  Cody slid himself closer, spreading
his thighs wide to allow Carter easier access to his throbbing meat.
Carter's big fist encircled the handful of beef and began to pump up and
down.  His long fingers squeezed the solid shaft, turning the mushroom
head a blazing shade of crimson.  At the hairy root, he ventured down
lower and fondled Cody's hanging nutsac in his palm.  Tightening his
grip on the sweaty sac produced a wave of glistening pre-cum from the
piss slit.  Carter scooped up some of the dick juice on his index finger
and held it up to Cody's face.  The young man sucked the finger into his
mouth, swirling his tongue around the thick digit and tasting his own
cum.  He sunk low in the seat, one hand massaging Carter's right thigh
while the other  toyed with his hardened brown nipples.

Carter massaged the throbbing dick slowly and purposefully as Cody
squirmed his ass around on the seat.  The fair-haired dude's eyelids
were at half mast and his mouth hung provocatively open, entranced by
the male hand jerking him off.  His hips thrust up and down. keeping
time with Carter's hastening manipulation.  Soon, Carter's hand was
pounding on the pretty slab of dickmeat and Cody was panting heavily.
They had turned off onto the Interstate which, at this time of the
night, was seldom traveled in these parts.  Seeing no other cars in
sight, Carter steadied the wheel with one hand while he bent over to
momentarily take the leaking head of Cody's cock into his mouth.  His
tongue swiped around the flanged head, dipped into the dripping piss
hole and scooped up some joy juice before returning his attention to the
road.

Cody moaned loudly.  "OH FUCK, YEAH, CARTER!"

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At about the same time on the other side of town,  Nicholas Newman was
doing battle with a punching bag in the tack room out at the Newman
ranch.  It was simply a way to pass the time while he waited.  He knew
it was late---very late---and that he should be at home in bed with his
pretty wife while their children slept soundly in the next room.  But on
this night Nicholas had been unable to sleep.  He had tossed and turned
for hours before quietly slipping from beneath the covers and making a
telephone call.  There was a persistent itch up his young asshole which
yearned to be scratched---and Nicholas reached out to the one person on
the estate who could satisfy his immediate needs.

His concentration on the bag was so intense that at first he didn't see
the other man enter the room.  The newcomer leaned against the door
frame interestedly observing the handsome twenty-three year old battle
out his agression.  It wasn't until Nick had danced around his imaginary
opponent that he caught sight of his guest.  Steadying the weighty bag
with both gloved hands, his face broke into a wide smile.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked by way of a greeting.

The older man responding by taking hold of the obvious bulge poking from
the front of his knee-length bathrobe and massaged it in front of the
Newman boy.  Nicholas' smile was instantly replaced by a look of manly
desire.  He licked his full, puffy lips---the same lips which had first
sucked that cock when he was only twelve years old---and hastily worked
to untie the cumbersome  boxing gloves so that he could get at the man.
He needed a cock up his ass---and he needed it NOW!

There was no need for conversation; they had played this game numerous
times over the years.  They'd fucked here in the tack room, out in the
stables, up in the old tree house, down by the lake and even in
Nicholas' own childhood bedroom late at night when everyone had gone to
sleep.  There were also those times, too numerous to recall
individually, when teenaged Nicholas crept down to a room in the
servant's quarters and offered his cute little boy butt to the faithful
manservant.  Miguel had cornholed the rich boy so often he knew every
single pleasure point in Nicholas' body.

Miguel was a distinguished early-forties Mexican immigrant who had
loyally served the Newman family for many years and subsequently knew
most of their dirty little secrets.  One of the best kept secrets had to
do with the handsome young man peeling off his clothes in front of
Miguel at this very moment.  So many years ago, the curious prepubescent
boy had come to Miguel filled with questions he was too embarrassed to
ask his father.  Miguel had answered his guarded queries and then
introduced the seventh grader to the joys of masturbation.   The
masturbation soon became mutual, one thing led to another and eventually
Nicky was offering up his tight little ass---which Miguel took again and
again.  He marveled now at how that precocious little boy had grown into
such a meaty hunk!

With a mischevious twinkle in his eyes, nude Nicholas smiled naughtily
and turned away from the man.  With his legs comfortably spread more
than shoulder width apart, Nicholas bent at the waist to rest his hands
on those mighty thighs and jutted his big, tight glutes out towards the
manservant. His smooth ass cheeks parted invitingly, exposing Nick's
anxious, rosy asshole.  The wrinkled asterisk seemed to wink at the
older man as Nick reached around to take hold of his taunt melons and
stretch his ass cheeks even wider.

In less than a heartbeat Miguel dropped his robe and was kneeling on the
cold floor between Nicholas'  masculine legs.  His tongue began its
familiar journey up along the tangy crevice of Nick's hot ass trench.
When he reached the pouting hole, Miguel's mouth clamped down and he
proceeded to expertly tongue the sweet bud.  He lapped at the pouting
pink lips just the way Nicholas always enjoyed it.  The young hunk's
flat belly tightened as he bore down, distending his manhole and forcing
the wet, swollen lips to pulse open.  Miguel's long tongue dove deep
into Nicholas' shithole and pleasurably ate out his delectable ass.

"Ewwwww, yeah, Miguel," Nicholas groaned in his masculine voice.  "I
love the way you eat my man pussy!  It feels so fucking good!  Just like
it did when I was a kid!  Ohhhhhhhh...you're tongue feels like it's
sooooooo far up in me!"  He took his roaring ten-inch hard-on in hand
and began beating the fuck out of it.  "Miguel, you're making me leak
like a faucet with that hot mouth of yours!  I'm so fucking horny!  I
can't last much longer!  I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME, DAMMIT!  I NEED IT
NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!"

Miguel reluctantly came off the tasty ass and slapped both dimpled
buttocks as he rose up behind the young stud.  His big uncut piece slid
up along Nicholas' hot trench as he teasingly pressed it against him.
Nick reached back, spreading his cheeks wide to lure the spicy chorizo
inside of him.  The plump, wet lips of his manhole fluttered open and a
balmy heat radiated from the yawning pit.  Miguel slid heavy foreskin
back, exposing his fat cockhead, and effortlessly popped it into
Nicholas' steamy fuckhole.

"Oh, yeah, Miguel," he cooed.  "That feels so nice!  I want it bad, man!
REAL bad!  Give me all of that hot Mexican cock and fuck my ass real
good!  You know how to do me just right!  Stop teasing me with that fat
knob and FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!"

As he thrust his healthy meat deeper into the young man, Miguel
shuddered to think what the boy's father would think of such talk!
Victor Newman was a ruthless and powerful man.  If he knew that his
trusted house man had been buggering his son since puberty, old Vic
would first perform castration and then send him back to that south of
the border hellhole he'd come from. These frightening thoughts drifted
into his conscious mind every time he spent with Nick---but when he felt
the awesome tightness of Nicholas' manpussy pulsing against his cock all
thought of reason was gone!

Inch after inch of dark Mexican dick disappeared up into the Newman
heir's smooth ass until all eight were buried ball-deep.  Placing his
hands on the lad's hips, Miguel pulled Nick into him and ground his
enflamed glans into the farthest recesses of his guts.  With his ripe
ass still thrust outwards, Nicholas raised his upper body and twisted
around to meet Miguel's lips.  He rammed his swollen tongue between the
manservant's even teeth and kissed him hungrily.

"Fuck me, Miguel," he pleaded into the man's tasty mouth.  Miguel
reached around to tweak one plump nipple while his other hand encircled
Nick's thick cockshaft.  "Plow my fuckin' ass just like you've always
done and fill me up with that hot Mexican juice!"

Miguel had had enough foreplay.  Pushing on the small of Nicholas' wide,
tapered back, Miguel forced him back into a bent position.  He withdrew
his mighty shaft, watching the younger man's pink ass walls tenaciously
clinging to its girth.  Nick's pussy lips clamped down under the ridge
of the big cockhead, refusing to let him go completely.  Miguel smiled,
recalling how Nick's twelve-year-old bung hole had performed the same
trick.  Then, with one mighty grunt, Miguel plunged his bloated pole
back into the steamy chasm.  When his hairy balls had slapped up against
Nicky's dangling sac he ground his fucker around deep within the
appreciative boy's bowels before pulling back.

Sexy Nicky grunted and groaned his pleasure as Miguel set a
quick-quick-slow-quick pace to his fucking.  The older the boy got the
better he became, Miguel mused.  As he relentlessly screwed the hunk's
sloshy asshole, Miguel wondered how many others had gotten a piece of
this finely bred butt.  Not that it mattered.  He had been the
first---and was still privileged to get a crack at that hot hole he'd
broken in so many years ago.

Again taking hold of Nick's big ten incher, Miguel worked at beating him
off while he drilled ass.  Nicholas placed his hand atop Miguel's and
assisted him in manipulating the big, leaking prick.  His muscular
cheeks flexed as the dark Mexican cock pumped in and out of his
stretched asshole.  Each time Miguel hit bottom, a thick gob of luscious
pre-cum oozed from Nicky's thick piss slit.  He was getting royally
fucked by his main man and loving every minute of it!  Nicholas adored
the way the hot cock heatedly throbbed in his bootie; the way it seemed
to suck his asslips inward with each trust and grotesquely distend them
outwards as the big cock came out for air.

The full eight inches of Miguel's impressive manhood thrusted in and out
of the battered ass ring.  Nick was raised to his toes with the violent
impact of each deliberate thrust.  The handsome Mexican wailed away,
pounding against the younger man's prostate and placating his inner
itch.  Nick ground his smooth melons up against Miguel's thick crotch
hair with each inward thrust.  A wet, squelching sound emitted from the
hunk's asslips as Miguel rode him like an untamed stallion.  The older
man's thrusts were coming faster and even deeper as his breath grew
louder and shorter.

"Ohhhhhh.........OH FUCK, NICHOLAS!  I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" be bellowed as
he slammed his missile home and fired.  With the first molten splash
against his innards, Nicholas' panting gave way to a small cry and his
balls let loose of their abundant cargo.  Miguel continued to jerk him
as he relished in the sensations of his own hot cum splashing into
Nick's love hole.  His man-balls pumped load after load of ethnic cum in
Nicholas' Anglo asshole as the young man dreamily murmured, "Si, Papi,
Si!"

Just like when he was a kid!

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Carter hastily undid his pants and slid them down his hairy thighs as
the car roared down the Interstate at 65 mph.  His own blood-engorged
erection bobbed out and slapped him flat on the belly.  Needing no
invitation, Cody rearranged himself on the seat. Propped up on his left
side facing the dash board, feet curled close to his buttocks and legs
opened in an "L" shape, Cody moved his head in between Carter's flat
belly and the steering wheel.  Wrapping one hand around the thick base
of Carter's tool, he took the purple helmet between his lips and sucked
up the free-flowing juices.  His tongue played around the sensitive rim,
urging more dick honey onto his lapping mouth muscle as he stroked the
length of the big beast in his hand.

Carter groaned sexily as he buried the fingers of his free hand into the
dude's short hair.  "Cody, babe," he breathed heavily.  "You're the
best!  When I blow this town I'm not goin' alone!"

His words were exactly what Cody had wanted to hear for weeks.  In
response, he opened his jaws wide and slid his lips all the way down the
fat eight-and-one-half incher.  Totally consumed by the little cock
slut, Carter moaned and pressed down harder on the accelerator.  They
were now sailing along the darkened lonely highway at 73 mph.  Cody
expertly deep throated Carter's huge knob, coming up momentarily for air
and then plowing his face with throbbing fuck meat once again.  It felt
to Carter as if there were hundreds of little fingers along the walls of
Cody's throat, all of them lovingly massaging the length of his buried
shaft.  This sexy cock play was driving the hunky fugitive crazy.  Their
car was nearing speeds upwards of 80 mph!

Cody licked and sucked every inch of his cock.  The hot blue-blood of
its raised veins pulsed under his slick tongue.  He worshipped the tasty
hunk of meat with his mouth, determined to give Carter a blow-job he
would never forget. Traveling along the swollen shaft with long strokes,
he allowed the fat, winking head to come up and engulf the cavern of his
mouth. Wrapping his hot, soft tongue around the swollen knob he lapped
up the heavy, sticky drool before plunging nose-deep back down between
Carter's spread thighs.  Carter threw his head back against the seat,
watching the road between heavy eyelids and absently pumped the car up
to 87 mph!

Sliding a sweaty hand down the sucking stud's lean back, Carter found
the cleft of his awesome bubble butt and worked his thick middle finger
around the taut hole.  Cody reflexively pushed himself against the
probing hand and opened the tight, rubbery lips of his fuck box.
Carter's finger plunged inside the hot hole and began frigging him
wildly.  Cody took hold of his own love tool and pumped away as he
gorged himself on Carter's sweet salami.

They were like two studs in rut going at each other in the speeding car.
Cody slammed the hot prick against the back of his throat, saliva
drooling from the corners of his mouth as he snorted loudly and sucked
like a wild man.  His trained throat constricted around the plump buried
head, sending shock waves of ecstasy through Carter's bucking body. When
Cody  slowly came up off the thick shaft, his teeth scraped  the
sensitive nerve endings along the flanged rim of the swollen head.
Carter gritted his teeth together and pushed back against the seat,
careful to keep the car under control as the sexy slut rang his chimes.
Hot cum simmered in his aching sac, threatening to eject at any moment.

Carter removed his working finger from Cody's tempting little asshole
and slid it between his lips.  His tongue encircled the tip of his
middle digit down to the first knuckle, much the same as Cody was now
doing to his cockhead.  The young man's butt juices tasted fresh and
clean with a hint of intoxicating bitterness.  Carter juiced up his
index finger as well, and roughly pushed both of them up into the hot,
gaping shit hole.  Cody accepted them easily; the sexy coffee house
manager was positively purring around the juicy cock in his mouth as
Carter manipulated his butt chute.

As the speedometer hovered at about 92 miles per hour they roared past
an eighteen wheeler on the Interstate, the driver never having a chance
to see the hot action taking place on the Torino's front seat.  Cody's
hand was nearly a blur, fisting his aroused pecker.  He furiously
stroked his smooth thickness from bulging head to wide base.  With his
free hand, the handsome cocksucker cupped his weighty nut sac and
feverishly squeezed the aching orbs.

A third digit toyed around the stretched rim of Cody's spanking clean
shit-chute before disappearing into the overcrowded opening.  Carter's
long, thick fingers squirmed around inside the yawning asshole, probing
ever deeper.  Cody pressed his sex-charged body against the back of the
seat, trapping the fucking hand between his round melons.  Those
wiggling fingers pushed and probed inside the once-tight muscle,
searching for the trigger which would send the hot slut off into orbit.

Thick sweat covered Carter's face as his eyes attempted to remain
focused on the darkened straightaway in front of him.  He moistened his
lips, drawn now in a quivering snarl and his breathing grew short and
heavy.  With the old jalopy now exceeding speeds of one hundred miles
per hour, one false move could be fatal!  But that was the exhilarating
thrill of it all!   Matt Clark had always lived his life on the edge.  A
new face had not changed his perverse pursuit of danger!  The closer he
got to orgasm, the more pressure he applied to the gas pedal!   101 ...
102  ... 103 ...

Trickles of sweat ran down between Carter's spread legs as he ground his
naked ass around on the seat.   Cody worshipped that cock like none he
had ever had before.  His slobbering wet lips ran up and down the full
length of the beautiful shaft.  A lesser cock slut would have choked on
the horsemeat, but Cody was obsessed with giving the blow job of his
life to the hot stud he now idolized.  Time and again, he gobbled the
massive monster down to the root and fucked that great knob deep down in
his throat.  Pulling the cock head back up into his mouth, he polished
the oozing mushroom with his tongue and nipped at it with sharp teeth,
causing Carter's big balls to knot up in their hefty sac.  Blood rushed
through Carter's ears as his hips bucked up against the slut's loving
lips and he knew the moment was near.

They were now cruising at a death-defying 110.

Cody's balls tightened against his body.as a fourth finger savagely
plunged into his ravaged rectum.  Over the edge and panting
hysterically, his cock exploded splattering load after heaping load out
and against the illuminated dashboard.  His asslips clenched down and
held tight to the hand practically buried in his ass as his athletic
body contined to convulse in the rapture of orgasm.

A growl started low in Carter's throat and soon came howling from his
open mouth.   The white lines of the roadway were merely a blur as his
head shot back against the seat and his pelvis thrust upward.  His
steely prick rammed itself deep into Cody's mouth, practically
suffocating the expert cocksucker in the dense forest of his soaking
pubes.  His cock blasted off, squirting streams of thick, salty ball
juice straight down Cody's gagged gullet!  His tight ass cheeks clenched
with each orgasm that rocked his strong body, oblivious to the young man
nearly choking on the massive amount of semen he was forced to ingest!
Carter thought he would never stop cumming; in fact, it was as if his
entire life force had been sucked out through his prick!  He never knew
how, or when, his foot came off the pedal or how the old car managed to
stay on the roadway---ultimately sparing both their lives.

Panting heavily, perspiration dripping from his brow, Carter finally
managed to bring the automobile to a stop on a grassy knoll at the side
of the Interstate.  Oblivious to everything else, Cody's lips were still
locked on his shank, sucking up every last bit of scalding ball juice.
Carter's adrenaline pumped wildly with the roller-coaster exhiliaration
of the past few minutes.  Under other circumstances, Cody would
definitely be the guy for him, he thought, as he lifted the oversexed
jock up  to straddle his lap. Propping him back against the steering
wheel, Carter stared into Cody's beautiful blue eyes as his hands
seductively roamed along the cutie's sweaty athletic torso before
leaning in to heatedly devour his cock-loving mouth.

"You're one fantastic lover," Carter drawled between mouthfuls of
tongue.  "You suck cock better than anyone, man or woman, has ever done
me before.  I'm in total lust with you, babe."

Cody smiled, his dimples deepening, as he ground his spectacular ass
around in Carter's lap.  "Sure would be nice for you to return the
favor, man."

"You mean for me to put that pretty cock of yours between my nice, warm
lips?"  Carter queried, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his
mouth.

Cody's blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "Not exactly what I had in
mind, although I wouldn't protest."

"Well then, what exactly did you have in mind?"  Carter played along
with the game, his big hands reaching under to squeeze those luscious
bubble buns resting on his hairy thighs.

Cody's wholesome boy-next-door face clouded over with undeniable lust.
"I want you to plant every inch of that big, strong dick up my ass and
fuck the living daylights out of me!"

"Sounds good to me, sport," Carter winked, sliding the nympho off his
lap and turning the key in the ignition.  "Only, not here.  I know of a
better place---a place where you're gonna get a fuck you'll never
forget."  Taking the next U-turn, Carter guided the old car at a
reasonable speed back towards Genoa City.


To be continued . . .