One Life to Live belongs to ABC Daytime. I'm just writing a fantasy. Don't read this if you aren't over 18. But please do give me feedback, tell me what you want to see in the second chapter!! To anyone who tried to write in about the first chapter but couldn't get through -- sorry, my e-mail inbox was overflowed for those few days (spam sucks). Sorry!
Pretending that he didn't notice the spy in their midst, Rex quickly stepped out of his skintight jeans (he never wore underwear). He dropped to his knees, sucking the sleeping stud Nick's plump, swaying hog while turning around to give Mark a good view of his tight, tanned ass. Before deep-throating Nick, Rex got a wicked idea. He spread his cheeks as far apart as possible, giving Mark a front-row view of his smooth, pink hole (Rex always waxed every part of his body). He could pratcially hear Mark moan in ecstasy.
By the time Nick was beginning to stir, Rex sat on his towering 8 inches.
"Wh-wha...?" Nick murmured, rubbing his eyes. He tried to throw Rex off, but the practiced twink stood firm on his man-bull's hips.
"I want to ride you! And hey, come on, how often do you get a hole this good, huh?"
Nick moaned and against his better judgment, began to buck his hips upwards, letting Rex milk him like the pro that he was. Rex laughed, his eyes sparkling, his hands exploring Nick's broad shoulders and slight beer gut.
As Nick reached his boiling point, Rex put Nick's hand on his rod.
"Hey Mark, wanna join us?"
Nick was so startled by the sentence that he shot a huge gallon of his teen stud cream into Rex's hole. Meanwhile, Mark stepped out of the shadows.
Quietly, haltingly, he began to unbutton his fly. Nick looked confused and yet aroused. Rex pulled at his own pud and licked his lips. He couldn't wait to see what his prize would be.