All My Children belongs to AMC and Disney. I'm making no profits and am claiming no rights. This isn't speculating about the sexuality of the actors - this is strictly fantasy. I do not mean to suggest that any of the activities in these stories should be followed in real life, again this is just fantasy, in real life you should use protection, etc. Don't read this if you aren't over 18.
For those of you who read this and haven't been watching AMC for more than a few years, Mike Delaney was a gay character on AMC in the mid-90's, played by the delectable Chris Bruno (currently on USA's "The Dead Zone"). His lover Brad was played by Daniel Macdonald, equally divine. Any of you who remember these hunks, could you e-mail me and give me some story ideas, or if you want to see these two in future chapters?
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Jamie Martin couldn't figure out why he was asked to stay after school. At 16, his hormones were raging. His athletic endeavors and puberty had helped him develop a lanky body filled out in all the right places. He got a lot of looks, and he was tired of being a good boy, tired of living up to a mother, Brooke, who was always busy with her other problems, and a father, Tad, who was never around. So he tried to hook up with his brother JR's girlfriend, and got rejected. Totally alone with a throbbing pain between his legs, he fell for the attentions of a very sexy older woman who just happened to be a hooker. His mother caught them on the couch, mouths wet, clothes askew, and the shit had hit the fan. Now his parents hated him, he was grounded, and he was gonna get balled out by a teacher. As his head slumped against the desk, he'd never felt so pathetic.
"My life can't get any worse..."
"Well, that's a positive attitude."
Jamie peeked through his fingers at his homeroom teacher, Michael Delaney. Called Mike by his students, he was Pine Valley High's only openly gay teacher. Carrying a positive outlook on life and a deep dedication to his beliefs, he clearly loved his job and his pupils. Jamie couldn't help noticing how handsome Mr. Delaney...Mike was. Well over 6 foot with the face of a supermodel, he had a broad build that was all-muscle. He frequently wore loose slacks that just barely managed to conceal a firm butt and promiment bulge. His boyfriend, a dark blonde doctor named Brad, was equally gorgeous, and Jamie flashed to images of the two gym studs writhing in nude, sweaty ecstasy, their thick horse cocks rigid and slimy with saliva and man-cum.
"Mr. Delaney, I-I..."
Jamie had spent more than one night stroking to nude women, whores kneeling at his crotch, and suddenly the picture would change to men, especially to Mike, Mike on his knees, or Jamie in the same position, swallowing his instructor whole and fingering his aching boyhole...but Jamie liked girls, he really did, it was just that...
Out of nowhere, the emotions became too much to understand, much less control, and he burst into tears. The shame of his waterworks scalded his fresh young cheeks, his face burning scarlet as Mike held him in his arms. Mike's grip was strong, paternal, and arousing. Jamie was straining through his jeans, and naturally hadn't worn underwear that day. He unconsciously shifted his lower body, bumping his hard denim snake against Mike's belly. Mike's eyes widened, and he tried to step away gracefully.
"Jamie, let me call your mother or fa..."
"NO!!!" Jamie screamed, his drenched face staining Mike's collar. His musky cologne was both too strong and just right. A man. That's what Jamie needed right now. A real man. He began to hump against his teacher's slacks, and soon felt a returning bulge.
"Jamie, no, no, this is wrong Jamie, you're my student, no..."
Jamie whimpered and, with surprising strength, grabbed the older man's head for a brutal kiss. Their heads connected through Jamie's slippery, nervous fingers snaking in Mike's sandy locks. Mike groaned against the determined tongue, but ultimately his mouth and hormones got the best of him, and their tongues met in a furious battle. As Mike raped the youth's mouth, he flashed on the moral crimes he was committing, seducing a student, cheating on his gorgeous, devoted boyfriend. He had lived every day of his life being good, being right, but this was all wrong. He had to stop. Now.
Mike tried to pull away, but Jamie was on him, Jamie who suddenly had a thousand fingers and who knew all his vulnerable places, Jamie who had torn open his teacher, now his lover's khaki slacks. Mike dove deeper into his slut-student's sloppy mouth hole, tasting the lunch he'd had that day on his breath, tasting desire underneath everything. He shuddered as his donkey dick was released into the cool classroom. Now Jamie's eyes widened.
"You really ARE a horse, aren't you?"
Mike licked his lips, a string of spittle connecting them to Jamie's.
"No one's had any complaints."
Jamie smirked.
"I just bet, Mr. Ed."
Their mouths met again, more tenderly this time, as Mike scooted farther back on his knees, ignoring the slight pain of the cold tile as he used his teeth to pop open Jamie's button-fly jeans a button at a time. His reward was a hearty dose of teencock precum smacking his cheek.
"I knew you freeballed...cockwhores already do. That's what you are, right? A dirty teen fag whore?"
Jamie moaned at the filthy language, and soon at the experienced adult mouth on his yearning, hungry erection. Mike deep-throated him within seconds, and Jamie stroked his rich hair, purring and cooing, speechless. The air had made his nipples lethal weapons and he pinched them roughly. He could hear the slapping sounds of Mike roughly masturbating, and combined with the slurping of his leaking tool and the cool varnished seat glued to his ass cheeks and exposed pucker, the various sensory overloads sent his load deep into Mike's gullet. Mike pulled off, licking at his lips. He glanced up to see the pure adoration and exhaustion on his student's face.
His student. Mike's student. The one thing he was supposed to protect. His credibility and integrity gone forever. Mike's face fell.
"What have I done? What have you done to me?"
Now Jamie's face fell. He blinked away the tears, hurriedly gathering up his jeans.
"FUCK YOU!!!" Jamie screamed, running out of the room. Mike stayed where he was, guilt-ridden. What would happen next? What was left?
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