Lucas was gently nibbling on Shawn's left earlobe. He blew softly into the ear before moving down onto his slightly unshaven neck. Moving upward, his tongue bathed Shawn's chin and then their lips met. Shawn opened his mouth and Lucas greedily kissed the teen. Their saliva mingled as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Lucas stopped twisting on Shawn's left nipple and gently slid his hand along the taut belly of the boy. He reached the waistband of Shawn's black boxer briefs and traced the outline of the pulsating shaft underneath the slightly damp cotton. Shawn wiggled his hips in response to Lucas' tender touch. Lucas grabbed onto the waistband and started to pull the briefs down.
Suddenly, the lighting in the room seemed to change and Lucas looked towards the window, where the curtain blew in the wind. When he turned to look back at his lover, he was shocked to see Brady Black kneeling on the bed beside him, his erect cock lewdly point out from his open jeans. Before Lucas could say anything, Brady slapped his cock across Lucas' mouth several times before jamming the rod down his open lips. Brady thrust back and forth into Lucas like a powerful piston, nearly suffocating him as he forced all 9" down Lucas' gullet. Lucas looked up at Brady with his sad, puppy-dog eyes. But all he saw was pure lust exuding from Brady as he neared orgasm. Brady reached up and ran his fingers through his blond hair-he was clearly enjoying this. He looked down at Lucas, face full of fuckstick, and smirked. He then raised his arm, took aim and swung down to slap Lucas's face.
Lucas was jolted up from the bed. He felt his cheek, expecting it to sting from Brady's slap. He didn't feel any pain. He looked around and nobody was in the room with him. He rubbed his eyes realized that he must have dreamt the whole thing. Brady wasn't in the bed with him. Shawn hadn't been either. But it had been so real, so hot. He moved his hand down to his crotch and massaged his aching cock. God, it had been seemed so real. He started to jack his throbbing dick. He needed to whiz before he pissed himself.
After an eternity of peeing, Lucas looked at his watch; it was nearly 1pm "Christ, where did the morning go?" Lucas thought to himself. Then he remembered the events of last night-the online hookup and the blowjob that he gave Brady at the wharf. It suddenly occurred to him that he was in a very fucked-up situation. Brady and Sami might not be directly related, but they both share Belle as their half-sister, as well as Marlena and John as parent figures. It would be very easy for Brady to blab to Sami about Lucas' hidden passion, and then he'd lose his son for sure. How could he have been so stupid?
He moped around the neighborhood for a few hours, but he couldn't shake his funk. He had never felt so low in his life. His world could come crashing down upon him; if Brady decided to expose him, he was so screwed. He needed a drink to calm himself down. The Cheatin' Heart was just around the block, so he figured that he should grab a beer, chill out and figure out what to do about Brady.
2 beers and 2 pitchers later, Lucas was absolutely sloshed. He hadn't come up with a solution after the first beer, so he had ordered a second. Soon, he fell into a familiar pattern; the beers were so smooth, and Brady's threats didn't seem nearly as important anymore. His mind was much more concerned with scoping out the hot guys that were in the bar. The one that was really revving his motor was the massive hunk of manhood shooting pool across the bar. He was huge, probably 6'4" and muscles virtually exploded from his body. He had dark curly hair, a chiseled face and dazzling white teeth. He wore a red flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, which showed off his thick arms and broad shoulders. His top 2 buttons were undone, displaying the top of his deeply tanned, incredibly developed chest. When the man turned around, Lucas saw that his jeans were wearing thin on his left cheek and that he could get a nice very of the man's incredible butt. As the man turned to the side, Lucas saw that there was an even bigger rip on the other side-he could clearly see skin; the stud had no underwear on.
Lucas couldn't restrain himself from finding a way to get a closer look at this man-god. So, he grabbed his pitcher and approached the muscle-stud.
"Can I play winner?" Lucas asked, trying not to slur his words too badly.
"Sure-Barbie and I were just messing around anyways," the stranger said. He motioned to the blonde at the other end of the table. She was either pregnant or fat-Lucas wasn't interested in her and only gave her the briefest nod.
"Glenn, honey, just one more game and then we gotta hit the road."
"Women-always trying to boss ya' around, eh?" Glenn said.
"Uh, huh," mumbled Lucas, his eyes focused on the way the muscles in his neck strained when he turned his neck.
Glenn was beating the crap out of Lucas at pool; the combination of beer and checking out Glenn from every conceivable angle pretty much used up any available brain cells that Lucas still had available. After missing yet another easy shot, he took the empty pitcher up to the bar, while Glenn went over to see Barb. On his return to the table, Lucas stumbled and splashed the entire pitcher onto Glenn's shirt.
"Damnit! What didja do that for, asshole? This was my favorite shirt!"
"Well, le'ss get id off ya" Lucas slurred. He reached over to Glenn and couldn't help himself. He ran his hands down Glenn's slick, powerful chest and reached for the buttons. Glenn was momentarily stunned to have another guy touching him like this. He then came to his senses and pushed Lucas away with a strong shove. Lucas landed with a thud beside the side of the table.
" Get off me, dude", shouted Glenn.
"I was jus' trying to help," whined Lucas. He stayed down the floor and stared upward longingly, mesmerized as Glenn unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Glenn didn't just had a six pack-a ten pack would be more accurate. He was hairless from neck to waist, which further emphasized the chiseled curves of his tanned torso.
Barb came over to Glenn and took his shirt from him.
"What happened, honey?" she asked.
"I think this guy was trying to feel me up!"
"Let's just get out of here. Don't start anything"
The bartender threw a bar towel to Barb and a T-shirt over to Glenn. "Hey Reiber-you'll use any excuse to take off your shirt, won't you!" he laughed.
"Whatever," Glenn replied to the bartender.
Barb ran the towel over Glenn's naked chest and tummy, wiping up the spilled beer. Glenn unfolded the shirt, which was about 2 sizes too small, and tried to fit it over his massive frame. His taut stomach muscles were not covered by the fabric-it was almost like he was wearing a half-shirt. The sleeves barely stetched over his bulked up shoulders.
Barb and Glenn exited the bar. On his way out, Lucas heard him say to Barb "God, I hate this town!"
Lucas' head was swimming, but he knew that he had better get out of the bar before he caused any more trouble. He headed down an alley, got himself totally disoriented and ended up on the campus of Salem U. It was still daylight out, and prospective students were mulling around campus in tour groups. Lucas had to take a leak and beelined to the nearest building that he could find. It was the Student Union and he stopped at the directory to try to see where the bathroom was. He located it on the map and zizagged his way to the first floor restroom, which was closed for cleaning. He asked the janitor where the nearest one was. The janitor told him to take the elevator to the 2nd floor.
Lucas hit the wrong button and ended up on the third floor of the old buidling instead. The halls were vacant as he wandered down the halls, searching for the head. His bladder was ready to explode by the time he reached the vacant bathroom. He went to the first urinal and reached out his left arm to steady himself against the wall while he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. A hot stream of urine shot from his crotch and hit the front rim of the urinal, spraying back onto him. "Fuckin' A" he swore as he adjusted his aim to get the rest of his piss into the urinal.
After he finished pissing, he stood there for another, with his arm still against the wall, steadying himself through a dizzy spell. He then stood up straight and was getting ready to tuck his cock back into his pants when he heard shuffling in the first stall. He looked over and saw a pair of khakis bunched up around a pair of brown shoes, next to a backpack. Then he noticed the hole that had been carved in the side of the stall, with two fingers sticking out of it. The fingers beckoned him to come over to the stall.
Lucas moved his hand down to his crotch and grabbed his semi-erect penis. It didn't take long for an erection to jut out from his crotch. He continued to grope himself, while his hidden observer continued to motion for him to come over.
"Let's have some fun," the voice from the stall whispered. "No one ever comes up here. We'll be alone for a while."
Lucas smirked and turned toward the stall. He was still massaging his rod, which was now a full 8" and uncut. He grabbed his foreskin and stretched it over the head of his cock, sliding the thin skin along the tender tip. He nearly fell flat on his face as he tried to cross the bathroom with his jeans around his knees, but he reached the stall and again steadied himself with his left arm.
The fingers wiggled to try and reach his boner. Lucas swiveled his hips so that his prick swung back and forth and only briefly came in contact with the outstretched fingers. Finally, they were able to grab his cock and the slowly pulled Lucas' crotch towards the wall. The guy in the stall put his forefinger on the top of the shaft and his middle finger underneath it, and began to run them up and down Lucas' engorged member. Lucas arched his back and pushed his hips forward as the fingers tightened their grip on their prey.
"Stick it through, you stud!" the voice said as he retracted his fingers.
Lucas wasn't about to pass this up. This was exactly what he thought he needed, a hot, anonymous blowjob with no strings attached. He stroked his cock a couple of times before aiming it towards the hole.
Inside the stall, Kevin took off his shirt and pinched his left nipple. He didn't think that there was going to be any action here tonight, but he had needed a study break and thought he'd give it a try. He was pleasantly surprised at the slab of meat that the guy was packing-for a little guy, he was really hung. As he proceeded to unzip his fly with his left hand, he put his face up against the stall and his tongue darted through the opening. He only felt air, so he flicked his tongue like a snake. The guy's uncut cockhead touched the tip of his tongue. Kevin swirled his tongue, getting his first taste of the savory flesh. The cock thrust in toward him and Kevin ran his tongue along the shaft. He could smell the dank, musky aroma of manmeat. The guy pushed his cock in further, and Kevin was able to get his lips around the bulbous head. He could taste a bit of piss and a lot of sweat as he started to explore the head. As soon as he did this, the cock retracted through the hole. Kevin tried to follow it with his tongue. He realized that the guy was just teasing him, and waited with his lips encircling the hole. Mere seconds later, the prick popped back through the hole and pushed easily past Kevin's retracted teeth and down his throat. The guy let out a long, low moan.
Kevin had years of practice deep throating the jocks on the basketball team, so he had no problem taking on this one. He ran his tongue along the underside of the cock as he sucked long and hard on the shaft. As the guy started to pull back, Kevin stuck out his tongue and bathed the tip with spit. The guy stopped his retreat and Kevin ran his skillful tongue underneath the tender foreskin. The aroma was intoxicating and Kevin nibbled ever so gently on the tip. He reached down to massage his own dick through his white briefs. He was quite turned on with this new "customer"; he didn't get to service too many uncut guys anymore. The cock in the hole was plunging into his face with a more urgent, rapid pace and the guy was moaning louder and deeper with every thrust.
Lucas was in heaven; the guy in the stall really knew how to suck cock. He clenched his asscheeks and pushed his dick as far into the hole as possible, savoring the warmth of the saliva bath that he was getting. His right hand was rubbing all over his chest, his abs and his armpits, adding to his excitement. He was getting close.
Inside, Kevin was sucking harder and trying to open his throat even farther to accept the fleshstick through the glory hole. He was whacking off furiously now, keeping pace with the frantic thrusting in his mouth. He stuck 2 fingers up his sweaty asshole and started digging around like he was looking for buried treasure. That was all it took, and he gasped as cum shot from his dick and landed on the wall.
"Aaaah fuuuuck-I'm cummin'". Kevin thrust his hips forward as another wave of orgasm shook him and more cum oozed from his dick. The cum on the wall slowly slid down the wall and started to drip onto his knapsack.
Lucas was close to cumming himself, and he was further excited as he heard his partner moaning during his orgasm. Still, the guy in there was a pro, since he was still sucking away at Lucas' pole. Lucas was pounding away, trying to get the release that he so badly needed when he felt a chill near his asshole. Suddenly, he felt pressure at his sphincter and then, BAM, he felt his ass explode as a rockhard, fleshy penis penetrated his taut ass. The sensation moved from pain to excrutiating pleasure in a matter of moments, and the jolt of electricity that he felt pushed him over the edge.
"Uhhhn...uhhhn...ummmph" Lucas couldn't even mutter words, the orgasm was so intense.
A huge volley of jizz shot through his rod and hit the back of Kevin's throat. Kevin pulled his face off the erupting cock and caught the next round on his tongue. He moved his finger up to his mouth and sucked on his finger, which was now covered with his own sweat and cum. the salty spooge around his mouth. Lucas shot a third and fourth volley as he pushed his ass back into the intruder's crotch. He turned around and saw a handsome face smiling back wickedly at him.
To Be continued...
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