Procter & Gamble and CBS own the rights to Guiding Light. Don't sue me, please. This is just based on my own fantasy ideas and has no bearing on real life or the behavior of these actors in real life. Please tell me if you're as hot for these guys as I am.
Jonathan was on top of the world. He'd just been on top of his aunt Cassie a day earlier. He'd popped his dumb cousin Tammy's cherry, and Cassie decided to avenge her daughter's virtue by coming on to him and then waiting for someone to burst in the door. Well, that didn't happen. Jonathan was bad to the bone - literally in this case - and he slipped something in Cassie's drink. He hadn't fucked her, because he preferred fresh meat, but he wasn't going to let her know that. Let the tramp sweat it out.
Speaking of fresh meat, there was Sandy. Sandy was Jonathan's old friend. Such a great friend that when Jonathan disappeared for a while, Sandy took over his identity. Yet everyone thought bug-eyed Sandy was so sweet and forgave him immediately, all while Jonathan was supposed to be gutter trash. How the fuck did that happen?
Sandy was sitting outside the Cooper family resturant, Company, looking all sad and pathetic like always. He was like a chihahua, only taller and with a tight body. Jonathan knew just how tight that body, and that booty, were. He'd missed tapping that sweet ass. Sandy was just as big a virgin as Tammy when they met all those years ago. He had him biting the pillows within a day.
"Hey Sandy," Jonathan bellowed.
Sandy glared in return. Sandy was still hot for Jonathan, as much as he wished he could get over those feelings. Jonathan had long, greasy hair, and a scraggly beard, he dressed like a bum, but he had those haunting brown eyes and such raw animal magnetism. Sandy tried to walk away.
"OH NO, little one. I'm gonna fuck you just like I fucked Cousin Tammy and Aunt Cassie."
Before Sandy could object, Jonathan threw him over a bench and tore down his pants. He began an expert rim job on Sandy's flat but well-muscled cheeks. The 21-year old moaned and grunted at the talented tongue. Oh how he'd missed that tongue.
In no time Jonathan had entered Sandy raw. He'd wanted this to be a rough fuck, but to his shock, Sandy was wide open.
"Who ya been fucking, choir boy? Huh?"
Sandy didn't want to tell, but Jonathan began smacking his ass and raping his butt hard. Harder and harder, the vicious strokes and the wild smacks. Sandy's cheeks were red-hot by the time he blurted out the name.
"IT WAS COOP!!!!"
Jonathan licked his lips when he saw Coop. Coop (Henry Bradshaw Cooper) worked at his family's resutrant and had a gift for skintight jeans. Jonathan knew a big fat bulge when he saw one. Coop was packing serious heat.
"OK, now I'm gonna shoot my load in you, pig."
And he did. He yanked his 9-inch prong out (why do you think Tammy still wants him so much - he's a mule) and greedily lapped up the cum - his cum - leaking from Sandy's manhole.
"Sandy, you're still the best whore around. But now we're gonna figure out how I can get my dick up Coop's ass. Yeah, that's right, dry those years. We're gonna make a fag out of that man if it's the last thing we do."