Another World belongs to Procter & Gamble and NBC Daytime. Not to me. This story is fiction and nothing else. Don't read this if you aren't over 18 or the legal age in your state. And please, please e-mail me back if you want to see a second chapter. Or if you want to talk about the show! It was the best soap ever, if you ask me.
Hey guys, this is a show with tons of hot hunks that airs on Soapnet. The episodes are currently up to 1988. If you want to see plenty of flesh and Speedos, then check it out while you have a chance. This story is about John Hudson (David Forsyth) and Matthew Cory (Matt Crane). Just Google the Another World Home Page if you want to see their photos.
Fresh-faced teen Matt Cory bounded up the steps of the Frame farm. His dirty blonde bangs shadowed his soft brown eyes as he knocked on the front door.
"JOSIE??? JOSIE??? IT'S ME!!! JOSIE???"
His kinda-girlfriend, Josie Watts, was supposed to meet him for a picnic at the park. Summer was almost over and they would both be busy with their jobs and maybe college. Matt was rich and Josie was poor, so they didn't like to talk about money too much.
"JOSIE!!!!"
Before Matt could wham the screen door a few more times, a strong hand squeezed his shoulder. Defensively, Matt spun around, only to find his apple cheeks pressed firmly against sweaty, hair-dusted, bare pecs.
"Uh...sorry 'bout that kid. Josie ain't here right now. She and her mom went to the mall in town."
Matt tore himself away from the taller, brooding presence. He couldn't help admiring John Hudson's broad torso and chiseled lats, abs, and pectorals. He had the body that comes from years of manual labor, the physique that no amount of time in a gym can ever truly match.
John scratched his scraggly salt and pepper beard. He saw Matt checking him out. The kid had good taste. Always seemed kinda faggy, which John didn't have a problem with. That shit happened all the time in 'Nam. Men all alone, they do what they have to do. John remembered that hot black guy who loved to suck him dry and then kiss him with a mouth full of warm, moist cream.
"Uh...well...I guess I'll go then."
John's dark eyes glinted with a ferocity which frightened and aroused Matthew.
"Do ya have to? I think we have a mutual admiration society here."
"I don't know w-what you're talking about."
He tried not to ogle John as John ran a hand down his flat belly and towards his obscenely bulging faded blue jeans.
"Sure you do. You were all over me, kid. Don't be embarrassed."
With that, John reached over and squeezed Matt's not-shabby package. Matt heard himself whimpering, and was lost in John's stormy eyes.
"Every time you come out here in those painted-on acid-wash jeans, I bust my nut. You have a tighter, hotter ass than any woman in town. Your friend Kevin, I bet he knew all about thar, right?"
Matt blushed. Kevin had never done anything much with him, but they had traded hand jobs. He'd been so excited when he'd touched Kevin's bare flesh and felt the hard body under his shirt.
"Let's go, kid."
Before Matt could protest, John yanked him inside the house, up the stairs, his hand on Matt's bulge all the way. They stopped in a small, arid room. The heat was so bad that Matt, used to fancy air conditioning, nearly passed out. John immediately held him upright, kissing his forehead.
"Why don't you put on a show for me?"
Matt stuttered out a confused response. John sighed.
"Strip."
"Oh."
Matt kicked off his shoes and his smelly socks. His oversized shirt slipped over his head easily. John whistled at the sight of that tanned and taut boyflesh and those large, erect nips. Matt tried not to blush as he slowly, more teasingly unzipped his jeans. He turned around, wanting to take more time, showing John a view of his unbelievably sumptuous boy buttocks through soaked boxer shorts.
"Oof." John muttered as he ran his finger up and down his exploding zipper.
Matt turned, grinning, cocky, his fingers brushing his own fly.
"Now you."
John couldn't resist that grin. He kicked off his work boots, tossed his tool belt to the floor with a crash, and slithered out of his jeans. 9 thick, hard inches of Hudson manmeat slapped against his furry stomach with a gooey thud. Matt was mesmerized.
"Finish the show, rich boy."
Matt smirked when he slowly, teasingly shook his hips and removed his last item of clothing. John nearly gasped. Matt had a perfect, pink, 7 inches, perfect thickness, and a set of serious low-hangers. John was impressed.
"C'mere," he hissed. The two men met in a bruising open-mouth kiss. Matt nearly lost all remaining oxygen until John broke their liplock, pushing Matt's sweet coutenance down to his neck. Matt bit the sunburnt flesh, sinking his teeth into tasty, wine-colored nipples, bathing his tongue in the garden of damp fur, making his way down, down, down while John's grizzled hands molested his innocent yet sinful 18-year old body.
When Matt got to the grand prize, John slapped those sweet cheeks again and again with his lovestick. Matt stayed quiet, not wanting to anger his new friend, until finally John slipped the horsemeat into Matt's waiting, small little mouth.
"Ugh..." John gasped while Matt sucked the thick mushroom head in. He must have had some experience at those fancy boarding schools.
John moaned much too loudly as Matt fondled his egg-sized balls and brushed against his sweaty taint. The stench of masculinity, of hard work, drove them both into lust and frenzy. He began harshly face-fucking Matt's virginal mouth, faster and more vicious with each moment.
"ANYONE HERE?? JOHN???"
When he heard Josie's voice, Matt screamed against John's meat. The vibrations were all John needed to come a huge bucketload of ex-con cum. Matt, shocked, and hearing Josie come so close to the door, tried to pull away, but John made him drink every last drop.
When Matt tore his head away and yanked on his clothes, he couldn't make eye contact. But when he left, he heard John's words, and felt his smirk.
"You'll be back, rich boy."
And Matt knew he would be.
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