All My Children belongs to ABC and Disney. I am making no attempt at copyright. These characters are their property. This is just a fantasy of mine.
Sorry for the delay in writing; I kind of lost interest. If any of you are interested, please e-mail me with suggestions after this chapter. Thanks!
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Bent over the copying machine, Kenny tidied up around the always-empty Fusion loft office. His cleanliness was borne of nerves -- when he became anxious, he cleaned and scrubbed. He got that from his mother, the prototypical Jewish yenta who had treated him with great love and respect, but had also passed on most of her social awkwardness to him. Brown suit trousers snugly fitting him, pinstriped sleeves rolled up, first few buttons undone and inadvertently exposing his smattering of dark brown chest hair, Kenny wondered why he was so nervous. He wanted Simone Torres, and was closer than ever to sharing a relationship with her. She had finally begun to realize under his nebbishy exterior was a boyishly cute face, big, dark, puppy-dog eyes pleading for her affection, soft, kissable lips. Even the thought of sharing her body, her bed, made the cut, fat lump in his slacks swell from sheer hunger. Yet, Kenny wanted more than a woman's touch. He...
Just as he pondered that idea, two large, definitely manly hands obscenely groped his rear end. Kenny gasped at the lewdness, the brazen assault against his person. He considered turning around, but those man hands, pushing his shoulders down now, made him reconsider. Oh, and the humongous bulge pressed against his crack helped.
Kenny could feel the callused palms against his flushed, pale skin, trailing at his neck, running up and down his flimsy dress shirt to inspect his wiry body. That same shirt was yanked from his pants, lifted over his head before he could protest. 'Good thing I undid those cuffs' he muttered until his breath was stolen by thick thumbs and index fingers patting up and down his pectorals. The fingers wound through the light forest on his chest, sliding inside his undershirt. A sharp tugging against his nipples threatened to push them through his drenched wifebeater. That problem was solved as the garment was torn off his body. He was spun around, and as his throbbing boner leaked a river of horniness into his boxers, he moaned from his surprise.
"YOU?"
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