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"See you tomorrow."
Nodding and smiling as he slowly shut the hospital room door, Aidan held his disappointment in. He could sense that Maria was going back to her old life, and would quickly have no use for him. He had so few friends in town, particularly with such man-made mammaries to feast your eyes on. Underneath her plastic features she was a genuinely nice, decent woman, and he hated seeing her falling into the trap of the abrasive and borderline abusive Edmund Grey.
Speak of the devil, Aidan was pushing the elevator button when a very rough grip squeezed his elbow and spun him around.
Edmund.
"What are you doing? Don't you see that she is mine, and her family's, and Maddie and Sam's? What kind of a selfish man are you?"
Edmund rarely spoke - he fumed. Each word was rasped out with sharp puffs, as if he'd been punched in the stomach. His ruddy brown brows furrowed deep into his smoky blue eyes, and his entire body was continually tense, coiled. Aidan had the urge to shove his face down a toilet.
"Oi, doesn't Maria have a mind of her own? What are you going to do to me if I don't stop seeing her? Eyebrow me to death?"
Aidan smirked, arms crossed at his waist. He had tried to be polite to Edmund for weeks, but winding him up was a lot more fun. Edmund's eyes widened in surprise, a smirk to match Aidan's plastered on his face.
"Finally! The real Aidan. I knew what an asshole you were from the minute I saw you. It's just a matter of time before Maria..."
"Falls into line? We'll see about that."
The elevator finally opened, and Aidan marched inside. Looking at that man made him sick. He screwed his eyes shut after pressing the ground floor button. As the doors closed, he turned his back to keep his cool. The next thing he knew, he was being slammed against a wall.
"Who told you to walk away from me, huh?"
Aidan stared deep into Edmund's eyes, cold brown searching smoky blue. Aidan's muscle shirt crumpling against Edmund's blue dress shirt, their torsos in a close tango due to their mutual seething, Edmund's liquor-laden breath wafting in his nostrils. Aidan considered telling him that he wasn't pursuing Maria, that he only wanted her friendship, maybe even that he'd be just as happy to see Edmund naked. The bloke seemed to have a nice shape about him. Ever since his quickie with Leo and his long fuck session and followup shower with JR, Aidan had a real craving for cock. Maybe Edmund did as well. Aidan considered the consequences. At the very least, this would keep Edmund's mouth shut for a few minutes.
"Keep away from my WI...mmmmmppphhhhhhh..."
Edmund was cut off by a deep kiss. Aidan raped his mouth, forcing his tongue inside to ravage and plunder in retaliation for every sneer and snotty comment from Know-it-all Grey. Edmund grasped at Aidan's shirt, tried to push him away, but Aidan's hands were too entwined in his hair. Edmund's next reaction was a shocked moan as his shirt was torn open, buttons clattering against the floor. Suddenly, his chest hair was up for grabs, tugged at, yanked, smoothed, his large nipples plucked and pinched like ripe raisins. He moaned in more pleasure than he could admit to himself, and began, against his will, exploring Aidan's perfect body, bucking his hips together.
As Aidan sank to his knees and sexily, breathlessly looked up at his new conquest, Edmund desperately fixed his gaze on ceiling tiles. This wasn't happening...he'd only done this with Dimitri, then Tad after all those beers. Not with Aidan, not when Maria had just come back from the dead, not...oh God Aidan's tongue was against his bulge, so warm and wet against his tweeded crotch, swallowing his head through so many layers...Edmund knew the doors were about to open, but he no longer cared. He had to unzip, had to give in to his urges. Maria never had to know.
Roughly, he pushed Aidan's mouth and nose further into his package. Aidan sniffed gratefully, a happy puppy searching for his bone. He then slinked his way back up to his feet, patting Edmund's scorched cheek as the doors dinged open.
"If you want to continue this, you know my room number at the Pine Cone. Wear less clothes. If your dick's half as big as your ego, we'll have fun."
With that, and a quick squeeze to Edmund's drenched crotch, Aidan strolled out of the car, whistling a happy tune. Imagining Aidan's pecs, Aidan's penis, Aidan's ass, Edmund cursed under his breath and did the only thing he could.
He found the nearest bathroom stall, unzipped, and blew his massive, Pulitzer-prize winning load all over the walls.
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SOS. JR wanted to send an SOS for Aidan to come and save him from serving liquor to the bad dancers and dysfunctional couples of Pine Valley. JR wanted to ride Aidan's monster dong, taste his tongue, be held in his strong arms and know that he had one safe place in the world.
Instead, he was listening to Tim Dillon yakking about money problems. He preferred to watch Tim's curly bangs flopping down into his puppy dog eyes, or imagining those full lips chewing on his blue-blooded, blue-veined sausage.
"...so they said they weren't hiring. JR? JR? You been sampling the merchandise?"
Almost spilling his bottles, JR snapped back into reality. He covered himself with his usual angst-ridden grin.
"Sorry man. Why don't you become a male stripper? Pine Valley has enough single, desperate women."
Tim scoffed, his massive head of hair shaking and shifting as he laughed.
"So desperate that I can't even get ONE. Nah, I'll keep my clothes on I think. Thanks for the ear. Goodnight."
"Drive safe!" JR called out to Tim's exiting backside. Not too bad a backside either. Since JR's shift was ending, he had an urge to track Tim down and...let him learn the value of a dollar. Instead, he drove home, to Tad's house, pondering when he had developed this interest in men. Maybe he'd had it all along and Aidan had picked up on it. Aidan certainly picked up on his latent lust for Tad. That was a fantasy JR could never, EVER try to make a reality, he told himself as he placed his keys on the coffee table and headed for his room. He had just made it upstairs when...
"c'mon, pound that cunt with your baseball bat...fuckfuckfuckfuck..."
Tad. Tad's voice. Tad's bedroom door, half-open. 'Don't do this,' JR thought to himself. 'Go to your room like a good little boy.' JR kept whispering this to himself as each step inexorably took him closer to Tad's room, to peeking into the darkened space, only shadows from the television flickering against the walls.
Focusing his eyes, JR could see Tad strewn across the bed, in his shirt and tie, his still-trim legs spread wide, his hand and his pole wrapped together by sticky man-glue that oozed from his huge mushroom head consistently. Even in the bad lighting JR could see his stepfather's girth, how his hand did not fit around the entire shaft. His other hands was busy in his shirt, prodding and teasing, only to end up between his lips, sucking deeply. When the porno sounds reached a fevered pitch, Tad shoved his two wet fingers up his ass. From his expert thrusts, JR guessed this wasn't the first time. Unconcsciously humping his own swollen prick against the door, JR wondered what other objects had entered that hole. Only Tad would know. Tad was too busy to answer, his breath increasingly puffy and ragged as his strokes increased in brutality and haste. As he cried out in orgasm, he yanked his shirt over his shoulders, bathing his chest and belly in a white, gooey downpour. It wasn't Tad coming or even Tad dipping his 10 fingers in and licking away each drop of semen that made JR explode in his pants. No, that was caused when Tad stood up, his bloated meat swinging heavily between his knees, and turned long enough to unknowingly give JR a full glimpse of his large, meaty buttocks, glowing bright red as Tad smacked them, as JR realized that while hidden in the darkness, Tad had worked his entire fist into his ass. It was the gooey plop of Tad pulling his own hand out of his hole that pushed JR over the edge, spraying and spraying in his snug jeans and screaming into his arm to cover up the noise.
JR slowly walked to his bedroom, and tried to tell himself that seeing the man who had raised him as such a sexual being was wrong. He tried to tell himself that his wet dreams that night wouldn't involve Tad. As he heard the distant sounds of the porn video starting up again, he knew that would not be the case. The best he could do was call a familiar number.
"Hullo?"
JR licked his lips and felt a boyish grin creeping up on his face.
"Aidan, what are you wearing?"
"I'm wearing the boxers you left this morning. Full of your dirty teen seed. I licked them clean, but your big balls coated every piece of fabric. Did I mention I'm wearing them over my face? Every other part of my body is nude. And sweaty. My legs are spread, and...are you nude?"
JR put the phone down, stripping himself bare within seconds. He shivered at the sheets against his naked body.
"Yeah."
"Go to the window, JR. Open the curtains. Pretend I'm outside, leering at you. Your Daddy wants his boy to show him how big and strong his dick is. Got that?"
JR cringed at the request, and at how his bobbing length responded even when he didn't want to. He could always pretend and Aidan wouldn't know.
"OK. I'm doing it."
Aidan's chuckle sent waves of pleasure into JR's pleasure-wracked body.
"Bloody liar you are. Do as I say or I'll spank you...again."
It was as if he were in the room with him, spying on him. JR carried that thought as he opened his curtains, standing in front of the window, his penis head staining the glass with each sway and swerve.
"Show the world how you cum. Touch yourself. I want to see you jacking yourself off like the whore you are."
Each husky command sent JR further into oblivion, into a world of not caring who saw. He hoped lights turned on, that neighbors witnessed his self-gratification, that they joined in.
"Why don't you call Tad in there and he can do your fingering for you. Bet you'd love that big thick hog of his up your sweet arse. We'd double-fuck ya, that's what we'd do. Teach you...oh God hold on I'm so close...what a real man's fucking is like. Spread your legs and..."
"UNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH...."
JR dropped the phone as load after load hit the window, hard enough JR feared he'd broken the glass. Overwhelmed by embarrassment and fatigue, JR hurriedly shut the curtains, then sank to his knees. He crawled over to the phone, his knees burning against the carpet.
"Aidan?"
"Oh, I thought you'd hung up. The phone is now permanently glued to my hands. I've just come like a racehorse thanks to you, pet. You're a good boy, JR. I love you. G'night."
"I love you too. Night." JR gulped, as Aidan's wicked, rich accent was abruptly replaced by a dial tone.
JR left the phone off the hook for a few moments, too exhausted to care. All he could do was lay flat on his back, massage his seed into his chest, and wonder how in the world he'd gotten into this mess.