This is a work of fiction, inspired by a popular daytime drama, which contains graphic sexual situations. The original characters are the property of CPT Holdings, and their depiction herein makes no inference to the sexual preference of the talented actors portraying these roles.
Copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale
Business had been excrutiatingly slow tonight at Genoa City's popular coffee house, Crimson Lights. The usual crowd of high school students had been conspicuously absent this evening and even the usual crowd of after-the-movie goers was sparse. Nick Newman, young owner of the establishment, chalked the lull in business up to the stormy weather and went home early with his sexy little wife, leaving closing up chores to his loyal staff.
The kitchen crew finished quickly, leaving Cody and the new hire alone to scrub down the main floor. Cody had been the Newman's prize employee from the moment they had taken on the coffee house investment. In the absence of the owners, Cody was entrusted with the everyday operation of the establishment. The young man was---all at once---talented, intelligent and extremely good looking. He stood at a tall 6', his body long and lean like a college athlete. The sun-streaked blond youth had that refreshing all-American boy look, complete with riveting baby-blue eyes and a dimpled, pearly white, even smile.
At the moment, as he stood behind the counter absently polishing the wooden surface, his steely gaze was centered on the worn denim stretched across the tight buttocks of the man bending over to upright an overturned chair in the dining area in front of him. Damn, he had a hot ass! Cody reached down to grasp the increasing bulge in his own pants as he traced the seam of the other man's jeans with his hungry blue eyes. This hunky pound of flesh had been working at the coffee house for a mere few weeks, but Cody already knew the stud was exactly his type. Hot, dark and handsome failed to amply describe the slab of man meat so preoccupied with straightening up the shop he was oblivious to Cody's blatant ogling.
Carter Mills appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties, Cody thought, quite possibly the same age as himself. He was ruggedly gorgeous with thick, dark hair, sexy deep-set hazel-colored eyes and an almost perpetual five-o'clock shadow across his stern jaw. The fact that Carter wasn't merely a pretty boy, but rather a manly man, attracted Cody to him. Although he appeared to be wholesome and lily white, Cody harbored a secret desire for sexual danger. The all-American high school and college jock masturbated frequently to fantasies of escaped convicts, forced sodomy, urination and power-fisting. He was a regular behind the glory holes in a rest stop several towns over where a bevy of passing truckers considered his talented tongue one of the best in the midwest. Cody managed to keep his secret life separate from his employment at Crimson Lights, but it hadn't always been easy.
For starters there was his deliciously handsome boss who seemed to sport an enormous bulge when dressed in casual attire. Cody could remember the time he had been in the small stock room taking inventory with Nicholas, who wore a loose-fitting tank top and oversized cotton drawstring shorts. Climbing up on a ladder directly in front of Cody, the material molded itself to Nicholas' tight glutes and gave the other man the distinct impression that Newman was nude beneath the garment. Cody had visualized pulling down Nick's shorts and spearing his tongue between the hunk's muscular melons, eating out his ass ditch and probing at his hairy shit hole. He could almost taste the sweaty, pungent funk of his boss' anal canal as he fantasized reaming his tongue along the dirty crack. He would lick that sweet ass ring clean as hunky Nick ground his sweet, taut butt against Cody's smooth face, offering acceptance of the other man's raging libido. The Newman stud would be forced to grip the sides of the aluminum ladder for support as his muscular legs spread wide to allow Cody easier access to his shit chute. Cody saw himself devouring Nick's hole, then licking up the cleft of his perfectly formed buttocks to the arch of his lower back. Cody would climb the ladder allowing his tongue to create a trail of saliva from butt to wide, broad shoulders until he was standing directly behind the husky stud, his mouth toying with the side of Nick's neck. His hard seven- plus inches were expectantly pressed into the hot, slick crevice of Nick's butt cheeks. With little effort, he positioned his bulging erection against the virgin (or, so he thought) orifice and pressed into the steamy depths of his employer's manhole and began fucking him like a wild rabbit, tearing up Nicholas Newman's sexy guts.
Thankfully, Nicholas was engrossed in counting overstock in the small room, so he failed to notice Cody's hard-on beating frantically against the material of his jeans. He seemed to have no idea the effect his pose was having on the other guy. Or did he?
But alas, Cody ultimately decided, Nicholas was happily married with children and therefore seemingly unattainable. He was forced to relegate his burning desire for Nick's hard body to the rest stop tea rooms, where he imagined the hot cock probing his tonsils from an oval opening in the partitioning in front of him belonged to none other than Nicholas. He prayed that one night he would leave the raunchy, piss-odored rest room and find Nick seated on the hood of Cody's car, a shit-eating all-knowing grin spread from ear to ear, massaging the enormous mound in his pants.
And then there was that ex-convict, Larry Warton, who was an unwelcome and barely tolerated patron of the coffee house. Cody had had many a satisfying jack-off session imagining what the heavily muscled and tattooed slimeball could do for him. Once, acting on orders from the Newmans, Cody had tried to forcibly evict the Wart Man. Larry easily grabbed a big handful of the boy's shirt and tossed him to the floor. Just the mere touch from the greasy-haired, cruel-eyed man produced an instant boner for Cody. If only Warton would have taken him home, tied him up and really beaten his ass --- and then brutally fucked him with what had to be an enormous piece of filthy convict cock! Blond-haired, blue-eyed Cody would have been a very happy and satiated boy, indeed!!
He could almost feel the sting on his pink butt cheeks as he visualized the big calloused hand of Larry Warton making contact with his bare skin. Again and again the stronger man's muscular arm rose and fell with long powerful strokes against his reddening backside. Spread across the ex-convict's lap, Cody moaned loudly with each deliciously painful blow as Warton's wailed into him. The abused young man's legs spread widely open, allowing Warton to caress the tight cleft of one red-hot cheek as he disciplined the other. Cody's swollen dick was caught between his belly and Warton's hard, hairy and naked thigh. With each forceful slap to the rear, his pecker jumped against the other man's flesh, pre-cum flowing freely from his young piss slit. When Larry's thick dirty fingers began to invade his hungry hole, Cody knew a nice hard dick couldn't be far behind. He wanted the stud to brutally and forcibly rape his tender ass and fill his insides with thick, filthy convict cum!
Unfortunately, much to Cody's distress, lascivious Larry had been banned from Crimson Lights after a bit of trouble with the owners. Cody knew there was history between Warton and Nick Newman, but it seemed as though Sharon, Nick's pretty wife, was the true force behind the banishment. Had it not been for his easily recognizeable position at the coffee house, Cody would have gladly cruised that sleazy biker bar on the outskirts of town which seemed to be Warton's usual hang out. With merely a nod from the hunky beer-guzzling trash, Cody would follow him into the men's room and be Warton's personal urinal. Hell, he would assume any role wicked Larry desired!
And now there was Carter to feed his surging homoerotic fantasies.
Young Cody's hormones were super-charged and the long shaft of his hard peter was positively twitching in his briefs as he watched the other man work. Carter was no super-buffed muscle freak, but the upper body moving about under his loose-fitting jersey appeared to be trim and tight. As he vigorously polished a table top with quick circular motions, the cotton shirt molded itself against his wide back, accentuating the curve of Carter's hulking shoulders. His thick mop of dark hair ended a good three inches above the jersey's collar, exposing the sweat-sheened nape of his neck. Cody ran his tongue along the surface of his lips as the desire to plant his mouth on the exposed smooth flesh of the hot stud grew to overwhelming proportions. He knew that as soon as the coffee house was locked up for the night he would hop into his car and make the forty-five minute drive out to his favorite rest stop. He would kneel in piss on one side of the grimy partiton and suck as much cock as was offered, pretending the entire time that the big, wet and dripping sex tools plugging his mouth belonged to Nicholas or Warton........or Carter.
The hunky stud finished waxing the final table. Tucking the worn rag into his back pocket, Carter lifted the three stools onto the table's top and stood back to survey his work. Satisfied that the customer's area was in tip-top shape, he sauntered over to the counter area where Cody was ogling him. Leaning against the counter top on one corded forearm, he looked at Cody with those irresistible bedroom eyes.
"Dude, you keep working on that same space, you're gonna rub the finish off," he joked.
Flustered, suddenly realizing that he'd been so engrossed in checking out the hunky eye candy that he hadn't moved from one spot in several minutes, Cody stammered, "Oh, yeah, right! Just tired, I guess." He tossed the rag onto the counter but was unable to move away, lest Carter see the obvious protrusion in the front of his khaki's.
Tired, my ass, Carter thought as his sexy hazel-colored eyes remained locked with the sparkling blue orbs of the cute young dude. The damned place had been dead most of the night. Perhaps the guy could have gotten away with claiming boredom, but exhaustion simply didn't cut the grade with someone as street wise as Carter. He knew Cody had been watching him, just as he had from the very first day Carter set foot into the establishment. The blond babe might have fooled everyone else at Crimson Lights, but Carter recognized a cock sucker when he saw one. Cody's attraction was quite obvious to Carter, even though he had never made a blatant advance.
Carter had followed Cody one night after the coffee house had closed. The drove for nearly an hour before Cody pulled off into a desolate rest stop. Carter had extinguished his headlights and coasted his car to a stop a short distance down the highway and treked back to the rest stop on foot. Silently, he crept into the foul-smelling men's room. Water dripped repeatedly from the single faucet, plopping rhythmically into a filthy yellowed porcelain sink, helping to mask Carter's footfall. Two rusted and piss-stained urinals on the opposite wall were poorly reflected by a cracked and smokey mirror screwed into the wall above the sink. Next to the urinals were two wood-enclosed stalls, approximately seven feet tall and badly in need of a paint job. Crouching down closer to the damp and filthy floor, Carter could see two pairs of feet, one behind each door. Like a stalking animal, he silently advanced on the shit-houses and, careful to keep his feet from view, gingerly pressed his eye up to the crack of the door.
There, in the dingy light, he could plainly see handsome Cody, pants down around his ankles and fiercely stroking his beefstick while he greedily sucked away on a short, fat dick poking through a roughly-created hole in the partitioning between the two stalls. The sight of this squeaky clean, all-American former jock kneeling down on the grimy floor of an out-of-the-way piss station servicing anonymous cock brought a mischievous grin to Carter's face. Already his mind had begun to formulate a plot to include Cody in his master plan of revenge against Nick and Sharon Newman.
No one in Genoa City knew that Carter was not all he appeared to be. In fact, they had all known and loathed him a long time ago. That was before the shooting...before the accusatons....before the arrest...before his hasty departure...before the plastic surgery which had successfully altered his appearance and paved the way for his return. Carter, aka Matt Clark, former football quarterback, school mate and rival of Nicholas Newman had come back for one reason: to even the score with the young Newmans. So far, his extensive cometic reconstruction had fooled everyone. He had been extremely handsome before the surgery and was still good-looking, but in a more mature, rugged fashion. Sharon Newman had not appreciated his boyish good looks back then; perhaps this time around the little bitch would see things differently.
The tea room slut standing behind the service counter in awkward silence would serve his plan well, Carter/Matt thought. Cody would be a cute pawn in his master plan, culminating in the dethroning of Nicholas Newman. Tonight was perfect for ingratiating himself to the blond dude---and Carter knew exactly how to accomplish this feat.
Reaching one hand behind Cody's head, Carter tenderly circled his thumb around the nape of the young man's neck while his sultry eyes bore into Cody's. Pulling him closer, Carter leaned in to meet him halfway and brushed his smooth lips against Cody's. The blond's starving mouth opened and Carter easily slid his tongue into the warm, inviting orifice. Their mouths worked together, alternately nipping, sucking and passionately caressing. Carter brought his free hand up to cup Cody directly beneath the chin, long thick fingers seductively playing along his smooth cheekbone. Cody moved in closer to the other man's warm body and felt the strong, sinewy muscles of hunky Carter's broad shoulders.
Their exploring tongues enjoyed a wet, leisurely waltz for several minutes before Carter roughly grasped a handful of the young man's silken blond hair and yanked his head backward. He looked directly into the sex-glazed eyes of his handsome manager, whose mouth remained hanging open as he panted with lust. On impulse, Carter spat full onto Cody's unblemished face and was not surprised when the dude barely flinched. In fact, his long tongue reached out to catch a running glob of saliva trailing down the side of his cheek. Knowing he was dealing with an insatiable sex pig, Carter attacked his mouth with renewed fury, roughly bruising the guy's lips with his own. Carter's tongue stretched out to lick at the cute stud's tonsils, his hungry mouth almost being swallowed up by Cody's sucking face hole. The grizzly stubble of his day's growth of beard felt like sandpaper against Cody's baby soft skin, further igniting the flames of desire in both their groins.
Without alllowing their mouths to part, Carter reached under Cody's armpits and pulled him across the counter, turning his body so that he lay on his back on the freshly polished surface. His exploring hands fanned out across Cody's chest, reaching up under the hem of his jersey to sample the curve of his tight pecs. Taking hold of one protruding nipple between thumb and forefinger he tweaked, twisted and pulled at the hard little nub while Cody happily writhed beneath him. Cody's tongue was so heavily intertwined with his own that Carter momentarily feared the little pig might never let him go. As his other hand reached further outward to manhandle the bulge pressing against Cody's zipper, he was convinced the slut would forevermore do his bidding.
He squeezed and stroked the bobbing knob dancing around the front of Cody's khaki slacks. Lying prone on the service counter top, Cody's pink hands ran over the back of Carter's head while their tongues dueled, his long slender fingers buried in the thickness of his handsome partner's thick, dark hair. His body squirmed excitedly over the highly polished surface as Carter's thick fingers dipped below the hem of Cody's pants. The man's searching hand slowly slithered into the damp darkness beneath Cody's cotton briefs and grasped the hot pole of flesh straining for release With his other hand Carter quickly unzipped the front of Cody's pants and slid them down almost to mid-thigh. Cody assisted him by hooking his thumbs under the hem of the slacks and yanking them down to his well-developed calves, thusly exposing his long, sinewy body in totality.
Glancing out across the young slut's nude body, Carter saw that his shapely, powerful legs were spread wide apart with knees pointed upward and feet firmly planted close to his shapely buttocks on the slippery counter top. One of Carter's sweaty hands stroked the perfectly formed love muscle from thick head to hairy root as his other hand walked across a rippling torso and returned to the slight mound of Cody's pecs. He pinched the hardened brown nipple of each tit, prompting the excited whore to deeply inhale, thereby expanding his smooth chest and thrusting the aroused nubs into Carter's expert hands.
With only a bit of difficulty, Carter was finally able to extricate his tongue from Cody's slobbering mouth. Hooking a booted foot around the iron rungs of a bar stool close behind him, Carter dragged it in closer and hoisted himself up. Reaching under Cody's dampened armpits, he pulled the other boy's naked body closer so that his head was precariously dangling over the edge of the counter top. Standing on the lowest rung of the wood and iron stool, his crotch was directly in line with Cody's handsome face. The coffee house manager didn't waste a second before attacking the attractive bulge set up in front of him. His mouth locked onto the massive protrusion throbbing upwards along the right side of Carter's loose khaki's, soaking the nutural colored material as he traced the spectacular length with expectant lips.
Assisting the tea room slut by unfastening his zipper and allowing the trousers to fall down his hairy thighs, Carter released his rigid eight and one half inch monster meat. His was a nicely arced, solidly thick shaft with a fat cut head rising up from a thatch of dark, curly pubic hair. Big juicy balls hung below his impressive equipment, full of gooey man juice desperately aching to be unloaded. Cody took the crown of the spectacular manprick into his mouth and fastened his lips around the flanged ridge. His wet tongue lapped along the surface of the sensitive glans and burned into Carter's wide piss slit. When the first drop of precious pre-cum oozed onto his tongue, Cody slid his lips down half of the meaty cock and began rythmically working it in and out of his talented slut mouth.
Carter was quick to assess the reason behind Cody's popularity at the raunchy rest stop: the guy sucked cock like a seasoned professional! Years ago, in his former life as Matt Clark, had he known of Cody's oral talents he would have bullied the boy into regularly servicing his meat. Victory on the football field would have been even sweeter with cute linebacker Cody munching on star quarterback Matt's sweaty jock. As he recalled, Cody hadn't much liked cocky Matt Clark, but he sure now seemed enraptured by the tasty beefstick of Carter Mills. Remembering how Cody and his school clique thought they were socially superior to Matt and his boys incited a wave of rage in Carter. Thrusting his lean hips forward, Carter roughly buried the entirety of his lengthy lumber into Cody's gagging throat. The young man quickly rebounded, constricting the muscles in his velvety throat and milked the thrusting powertool.
Carter took a firmer grip on Cody's burning rod. The muscles in his hand squeezed the hot, hardened flesh from lightly hairy base to its angry, purplish head, coaxing an endless succession of cum tears from his piss slash. As Cody moaned sexily around the mound of meat pounding into his mouth, Carter quickened the pace of his hand job. His tightened fist whipped away at the pretty prick while his other hand reached out across the length of Cody's naked torso to cup his sweaty ball sac. His long fingers dug into the silky cum bag, toying with each uncracked nut and sending lucky Cody into a state of nirvana.
Reaching behind his dangling head, Cody grasped Carter's heaving hips and pulled the hot stud into him so that his nose was buried in the musky, wiry patch of pubic hair. With that thick, mushroom shaped cock head buried over eight inches deep in his throat, Cody felt deliciously cock stuffed. Carter resumed the fierce face fuck, pulling his prick out across Cody's tongue until the head was just inside his mouth, rim even with pearly white teeth, before slamming it all the way back in. Cody's hot mouth lovingly enveloped the impressive slab of man meat, proving that he could take all Carter had to give.
Using cock slut Cody as a vessel in his formulating revenge plot against the Newman family was the furthest thing from Carter's mind as he leaned over the sucking stud's body. Kneading both smooth ass cheeks in his hands, Carter lowered his darkly handsome face to Cody's groin and closed his mouth over the leaking cock. Cody's hips bucked wildly at the unexpected attention, punching more of his dick between Carter's sucking lips. Carter curled his tongue around the thick cock head, tasting its sweet, salty leakage before burrowing down further. Rather than forcing all seven-plus inches down his throat, Carter fucked the classicly shaped piece of meat with the sloshy insides of his mouth. The blunt head bobbed excitedly along his exploring tongue as he savored the manly flavors of his appreciative new sex partner.
Cody was totally in heat now. A sheen of perspiration broke out all over his beautifully naked body. Beads of sweet collected in his hair, making it appear darker in color, before dripping down onto the tiled floor. His nostrils flared, sucking up oxygen mixed with man scents, as his face was savagely stuffed with Carter cock. His fingers dug into the chiseled backside of the tasty hunk of beefcake he had fantasized about for weeks. Never in his wildest imagination did he expect his dreams to be so overwhelmingly fulfilled. Carter was more of a lover than Cody could ever have expected. The way his tongue was dancing along the underside of his dick, his sexy mouth swirling around the swollen dome of his cock head, made Cody's balls ache to unload their pent-up cum. Yet, he didn't want it to end so soon. Heck, Cody thought, I plan to suck on this prime piece of prick well into dawn.
Carter's hands had closed in on Cody's sweat-slickened ass trench. The long middle finger from each hand toyed with the rubber band asterisk of his hole. His tight sphincter twitched invitingly at the other man's touch as Carter worked to spread his sweet little ass hole. When Carter pushed both fingers against him, Cody's bunghole suddenly opened wide and sucked the twin digits inside!
With the hot stud rigorously finger fucking his well-traveled ass canal and sucking on his crank at the same time, Cody lost all sense of self control. As much as he mentally desired to prolong the encounter, his incensed libido won out. Panting like a wild animal, his taunt body flailed about under Carter's sexy hulk as he shot off a huge load. To Cody's surprise, Carter kept his lips locked around the shooting cock, sucking thick gobs of cum from the exploding head. His slobbering tongue encircled the rim of Cody's sensitive cock head, causing the cock crazed cutie to launch a final blast of molten jizz into Carter's waiting mouth. Satisfied that the former collegiate athlete had totally been drained of ball juice, Carter came up off him. Using the back of his hand, he swiped excess cum from his lips and, sniffing the smell of asshole on his middle finger, dipped the digit into his own mouth and sucked on it hungrily. Oh, how he wanted some of that fine ass!
Stepping back, Carter roughly yanked his joint out of Cody's throat and kicked the bar stool out from behind him. Pulling his shirt, the only remaining article of clothing on his body, up and over his head he stood before Cody in total nudity. From his upside-down vantage point, the blond slut looked up past the spectacular veiny hard-on, over a firm belly to a strong, hairless chest housing curved pecs dotted with thick, darkened cherry-like nubs. Carter's arms were strong, yet unchiseled, as was the remainder of his scrumptuous body.
And then he saw the scar. The undeniable scar on Carter's otherwise flawless chest. Carter instantly picked up on Cody's observation. He touched a hand to the marred flesh with a slight smile on his face. Crouching down on his haunches before the other guy, he tenderly took both sides of Cody's face into his hands and explained.
"Gun shot wound." His cum-crusted lips formed into a sinister snarl. "You're messing with a dangerous dude,"
"Oh, yeah," Cody breathed heavily. "Just the way I like it, man."
Carter grasped a handful of wet hair and locked his lips over Cody's, his swollen tongue once again invading the blond's mouth. But this time new flavors enhanced their fevered lip lock. Carter could taste the funk of his man cock which had successfully drilled the guy's mouth hole; and Cody reveled in the raunch of his own cum on the ridged roof of the other man's mouth. Their dueling tongues sloshed around together for quite awhile, neither one anxious to break the embrace until finally Carter could take it no longer.
"I've gotta fuck you," he moaned, deeply and sexily.
"Take me!" Cody demanded, "Fucking plow my ass with that big hungry meat!"
Carter needed no further encouragement. Easily pulling Cody's athletic body aross the counter top, he turned the good-looking slut away from him and kicked his runner's legs wide apart. Cody eagerly assumed the desired position: hands gripping the edge of the counter in front of him, back flat, feet firmly planted on the floor and ass jutted up and out. Carter licked his lips as he observed the cute dimpled bubble butt anxiously awaiting his invasion. Cody's young heart was beating madly as he glanced over his shoulder at the gorgeous and hung naked dude spitting into his palm and smearing the goo over his throbbing glans in preparation for the torrid fuck to follow. Cody silented vowed that from this day forward he would do everything--- and anything---to remain in Carter's favor.
Carter ran one admiring hand over Cody's taut melons while he stroked his cockstick with the other. Cody scarcely resisted when two fingers were jammed into his scorching man box and worked around, testing the elasticity of his hole. Loudly clearing his throat, Carter worked up a thick swath of spit and expertly dropped it down onto the pink entrance to Cody's tingling tunnel. He smeared the abundant natural lube around the pouting lips of the blond's sweet shitter with one big thumb. Then, grasping his big dick at the hairy root, he pressed the huge head against Cody's welcoming manhole.
Leaning into the cutie, over half of Carter's big rod slid easily into the gaping shit chute. It was quite obvious now, if it hadn't been before, that Cody was no ass virgin. The toilet slut probably had pressed his buns up against that glory hole in the latrine wall on numerous occasions, taking all sizes and colors inside of his nice, hot ass. And judging from the way his thick dick felt up inside the nympho's passion pit, Carter could well understand the bevy of anonymous fuckers anxious for a shot at Cody's cock grasping sinkhole.
He worked his cock all the way in so that his short curly hairs were tickling the slut's backside and his thick knob was straining deep inside his rectum. Slowly at first, he humped his shank against Cody's prostate. The former linebacker whimpered and sighed with each short, deliberate stroke, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed like a turkey at Thanksgiving. Every now and then he would look back over his shoulder at the handsome stud fucking him, tongue seductively flicking over his already moistened lips.
The little cunt was enjoying a slow, comfortable screw far too much, Carter decided. Rearing back, he plunged all eight and one half inches to the hilt, ripped it out, then drummed back in again and again. Grunting loudly, he banged himself into the other guy's pussy hole for all he was worth. Cody, being the champ he was, took everything he had to give---and still desired more! The big tool throbbed wildly inside of him as it seared through his chute with lightning speed. Sweat was literally pouring off their hard bodies. Every time Carter rammed home, his skin stuck to and pulled at the skin of the other sex pig. Cody's feet were lifted up on his toes with every hard thrust. The sound of their bodies smacking against each other echoed throughout the vacant coffee house. The smell of man sex permeated the air, stifling the usual scent of brewed coffee beans.
Carter mercilessly bashed into him, sinking his big cock balls deep up his stretched fuck hole. Rivulets of sweat cascaded down the angular plane of his back, disappearing into the tight cleft of his chiseled buttocks. Perspiration seeped from his forehead, caught in his thick, dark eyebrows and dripped down onto the jutting nubs of his nipples, dangling precariously before falling off onto Cody's split butt cheeks. Cody's pretty pink ass lips clung to the burning length of sausage as Carter penetrated deeply into his steaming hot innards. Every ounce of his strength was centered on fucking the dude senseless, but Cody was loving every minute of it! His soaked blond head violently shook from side to side, spraying beads of sweat as his even white teeth gnashed together and his fists pounded on the counter top.
"HARDER! HARDER!" he shouted in delirium. 'GIMME ALL OF THAT BIG FUCKING COCK! SPLIT MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
Carter snarled, gritted his teeth and lunged. Every bit of his raging muscle swelled in the sex slickened gripping hole. His big, wet sex jackhammered in short, mean strokes, poking into Cody's belly. The semi-sigh, semi-shout erupting from the fuckee's mouth reverberated with the intense, super-charged drilling he was receiving. Hunching over his body, Carter hugged his tendoned arms around Cody's slim waist and fucked him like a rabid dog. Cody squirmed and wriggled beneath the sex-crazed stud, intoxicated by the sensation of being so totally possessed by another man.
Carter's young heart beat in his chest like a roaring train engine and he knew he could take no more. With one final, gut-wrenching thrust he embedded his heavng erection far up into Cody's battered bowels and tossed off one massive, ball-busting load after another. His huge tool flexed and pulsed in the warmth of Cody's superior asshole, convulsing without end, searing the sex slut's innards with his hot cum. Cody's trained ass muscles had the unmitigated gall to tighten around his throbbing tool and milk every last drop of man jizz.
With a spent growl, Carter fell to the floor, dragging Cody with him. They lay that way for quite a while, neither capable of speaking a word as their over-charged bodies wound down. Carter reflected, wondering how this prime piece of ass---and best lay he had ever had---would react if he knew his true identity. In time, perhaps he would reveal himself as former bad boy Matt Clark, who had taken a bullet because of rich boy Nicholas Newman. For now, though, Cody must remain a sweet little pawn in his game. His mind worked quickly as he observed the rise and fall of Cody's smooth, sex-sweatened chest. Cody must be introduced to his cohort in crime, Larry Warton. He grinned, almost evily, as he thought of the wicked things Warton would do to sweet Cody. And how much the all-American sex pig would love them.
Observing the mischevious twinkle in Carter's dark eyes, Cody rolled himself over on top of the man's soaked body. "I know what you're thinking, man."
Raising a brow, Carter brought his hands up to caress the length of Cody's long, naked back. "Do you? Tell me."
Cody's innocent blue eyes twinkled like stars in the sky. Grinning, he guessed, "You were thinking of what might happen if boss man Nick was to walk through that door right now. Come on, Carter, admit it. I've seen you checking him out when he's not looking. Come on, man, you can tell me."
Carter silenced Cody with a mouthful of tongue and then fucked him again, this time with the blond flat on his back as they went at it right up on the service counter. It was the boy's repayment, Carter inwardly decided, for coming so close to the eventual truth.
Nick Newman would be his, but he would share him with no one. Not even with a hot little sex slut as eager as totally adorable, and totally fuckable, Cody.