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I'm really in lust with a lot of AMC's recent hunks, and wanted to write a story about them. If I get good response there will be another chapter. I hope you enjoy!
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Boyd checked the number on the hotel room again. Yes, this was the right one. It was now or never.
He tugged at the collar of his cream-colored sweater, watching his hand go by in slow motion as he gathered up the courage to knock. Boyd knew that he had to try to reason with Michael Cambias, make him understand how fragile Kendall was. Even if Kendall refused to return Boyd's devotion and love, he still cared about her. And he cared about Erica too, seeing as he was her prize chemist at Enchantment Cosmetics. So he had a lot to talk about with the mysterious Mr. Cambias.
Before he could lose his will, Boyd rapped his knuckles against the center of the door.
"Leave the food outside!"
Boyd couldn't help rolling his eyes at the dismissive tone.
"I'm not the staff. I'm Boyd..."
Halfway through his sentence the door opened far enough for the head of a fatigued-looking Michael to peek out.
"I know who you are. Kendall's little friend. Come in if you have something to say."
Walking into the room, Boyd felt his anxiety threatening to return. He just had to lock eyes with his rival, give his speech quickly and effectively.
"Michael, I..."
It was at that second he realized Michael was wearing only black, midcut boxer briefs, very tight in the crotch. As he studied Michael's toned legs and hairy, lightly trimmed pecs and flat stomach, he lost all his concentration. Michael scratched at his left nipple, smirking, his other hand on his hip.
"You're here to threaten me about Kendall, or Erica."
Trying to swallow the lump in his throat, Boyd nodded.
"Y-Yeah."
Michael chuckled, his voice husky and filling the room with a masculine, overpowering presence. As he closed the distance between himself and Boyd he checked his "competition" out. Tall, blonde, blue-green eyes, and a flawless body far too hidden underneath the layers of clothing. Boyd watched Michael walking towards him, his evil smile taking over more and more of his face. He wanted to wipe that smug smirk away, but with his shaft. The same shaft running down his right thigh, nearly bursting the seams of his beige trousers.
"Boyd, let's end this. Try the European way of thinking. I'm not going to hurt Kendall. If I did, you couldn't stop me anyway. What you can do is slip out of some of those heavy clothes and show me that hot eight-pack and long cock I've heard so much about from my Enchantment spies."
Boyd gasped as Michael reached out to pinch his erect nipples through his sweater. He felt like a cheap whore, being toyed with and spied on this way. He had never been harder in his life. Michael brushed their crotches together, licking his lips at the pelvic reaction to his dirty talk.
"Yeah, baby, I've heard alllllll about you. You try to like girls but your horsemeat plumps up for boys. Remember that hot mailboy, Pedro? He didn't think he could sit for a week after you cleaned him out. Then there was Malcolm the janitor, who unclogged your drain right on the bathroom sink. How'd it feel, your ass all full of dark dick? Huh? Good, right?"
With every word from his silken tones, he rubbed the inseam of Boyd's trousers, soaking his fly with a huge, damp stain. He laughed again, his breath hot and spicy against Boyd's ear, as he fiddled with his fly.
"That's the other scoop I got...you freeball."
One quick zip and tug and Boyd's hard 9 inches flew out, coating the front of his sweater with a gooey slap. He groaned, shutting his eyes, unable to watch as Michael sinking to his knees to inhale his angry manhood. He grabbed the back of Michael's head, roughly pushing him forward onto half of his shaft. Michael grunted and greedily lapped up more of the thickening sausage.
"Oh yeah baby...eat that monster...show me what a slut you are..."
As he pinched his nipples and traced his fingers around his eight-pack, Boyd looked down, transfixed by that scraggly, brown-tressed head bobbing up and down on his dick like an old pro. He was so close, so close....
"Well, what do we have here?"
Boyd turned beet red as he heard the third voice in the room. But his cock exploded, sending torrents of juice into a distracted Michael's mouth. The new man swaggered over to them, yanking Michael's mouth away from Boyd's softening hog. The hunk had only two words to say as he opened his fly:
"I'm next."
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Who do you want to see as the intruding stud? Tell me at HotStoryLvr@hotmail.com Any story idea, the nastier the better - I'd love to reard them.