AMC belongs to ABC and Disney, not me. I'm making no money. I'm not trying to suggest anything about the real lives or sexualities of the actors who play these fictional characters. Don't read this if you aren't over 18, don't forget to use protection in real life, etc. etc. Thanks for the many e-mails I received on chapter 1. I hope that this somewhat small chapter will sate you for a little while longer.
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Suddenly feeling as emotionally naked as they were physically, Boyd and Michael squirmed when a third party entered the room.
"Whaddya know...two of PV's most eligible bachelors are fudge-packers. Why'm not surprised, huh?"
A clearly intoxicated Chris Stamp half-swaggered, half-staggered into the room. He'd taken to the bottle since diva fiancee Erica Kane had cheated on him, and the effects were obvious.
Michael attempted to stand up and order the intruder out, but Chris roughly gripped his hair, forcing him back on all 9 inches of Boyd's boner. Michael gagged and did his best to deep-throat the lengthy hose. As Boyd's knees trembled from the pleasure shooting through every cell of his being, Chris lustily eyed the two men. Particular attention was paid to Michael's compact, bouncy cheeks. Beads of sweat ran down the wiry mogul's back, nesting in his darkly-furred, deep crack. Chris obscenely pawed at his denim-imprisoned meat while he watched that hot ass bobbing back and forth to a silent tune.
"And people say tight asses are bad." Chris chuckled to himself.
The grizzled older man fell to his knees to crawl to the siren call of that winking hole. Before he could consider what he was doing, he stabbed his tongue deep into Michael's man-pussy. Michael moaned from the invasion, from Chris cleaning out his musky, dirty insides. The pleasure transformed to fear when he heard a belt clanking. Eyes going wide, Boyd watched in disbelief as Chris, still fully clothed, slowly pulled his 10 inch Italian stallion out of his underwear-free pelvis. An inner conscience warned Boyd to turn away, to not enjoy such a brutal scene, but he couldn't turn away, couldn't help holding a squirming Michael's head even tighter against his belly, drinking in the shudders and whimpers while he watched Chris brutally shove his big gun inside Michael's small, tiny holster.
As Chris roughly plowed away, Michael screamed around the cock in his throat, the shock of Stamp's anal invasion sending his perfectly straight teeth across Boyd's shaft. Annoyed, Boyd pulled his penis out, slapping Michael across each cheek with the messy shaft. Pre-cum splashed against his eyes and mouth, Michael moving his head away in shame before Boyd forced him back onto the leaking length. Here Boyd was, the junior of the group, watching these two respected members of the community acting like the worst kind of cum sluts. Continuing to face-fuck Michael, Boyd licked his middle and index fingers and slid his hand behind his back to finger his own hungry bubble butt.
Watching him diddle his own twat, Chris licked his lips. He grunted and thrust his groin forward, sending Michael smack-dab into Boyd's midsection.
"You're next, blondie." Chris hissed.
Boyd smirked, leaning across to tear open Chris' shirt and expose the leathered, muscular chest underneath. Pinching at Stamp's chewy, huge nipples through the clean white wifebeater, Boyd jostled his own hips forward, pushing Michael back onto Stamp's crotch. The two men leaned over their sex slave for a passionate kiss, their cocks using Michael's increasingly eager body as a conduit for their duel of flesh swords. As they pumped their hot loads into his twin horny holes, they knew the night was just getting started.
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Damn classes, damn teachers...Reggie couldn't take much more. Life on the streets was much easier. Well not easier, but more understandable.
Former gang member and present ward of Pine Valley DA Jackson Montgomery, Reggie strolled toward the fridge to get himself a soda. What he really wanted was a beer, but Jack probably counted every brew, just like he probably counted every piece of silver and dollar bill.
Reggie decided against the soda. He was getting pissed off. And needed to piss. Without thinking he ran to the bathroom and pushed open the door, never noticing the light or the steam fogging up the window.
"What the...Reggie?"
In front of Reggie's bewildered eyes was a buck-nekkid Jackson Montgomery, glistening wet, his lightly haired, surprisingly solid chest dripping, the drops gliding down his flat stomach and into his dark blonde, curly treasure trail, and then down to... Reggie blushed, hidden behind his dark skin, and glanced in all the wrong places. By the time Jack had wrapped the big towel around himself and asked for privacy, Reggie already felt the lump in his pants.
"Damn!" He said, licking his thick lips, rubbing at his bulge. This day was getting weirder and weirder...
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