Guiding Light is a daytime soap belonging to CBS and Procter & Gamble. Not me. The story belongs to me, so if you want it, ask first. Be over 18 if you're reading this.
My GL viewing recently has been sporadic, but I was so annoyed by the way they wrote out my favorite hunk Ben Reade, and am so fascinated by "straight" Shayne, that I decided to write a few chapters on their relationship and Shayne's other male relationships. If you want to see another chapter, please let me know.
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Shayne Lewis had not had many constants in his life. His mother, town vixen Reva Shayne, had been missing for most of his childhood, then broke up with his father too many times to count. His sister was dating a mobster. His newfound pro baseball career and his relationship with flame-haired beauty Marina Cooper were his chance to have stability and hope.
Too bad he was about to risk all that.
"Maybe I take after Mom more than I thought," Shayne muttered as he pounded on the hotel room door.
Ben Reade opened the door. Wearing only a towel. Shayne tried to not fall to pieces at the sight. Ben had a body surpassing even some of the hottest studs on Shayne's team. Not an ounce of fat. Big, cherry red nipples. Flawless, lightly tanned skin. Chiseled six-pack with grooves you could wind your tongue through.
Shayne was so busy keeping his jaw from falling off that he barely noticed the door slamming shut.
"GO AWAY, LEWIS!!!"
Shayne hadn't gone this far just to be turned away. Insistent, he pushed the door open, marching inside. Ben was not pleased.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm on my way out of this damn lynch mob of a town. I'm trying to be nice here...why, I don't know."
Shayne nervously perched on the bed. The two young men had never been close, but over the past few months things had deteriorated to the point of mutual hatred. Short on funds, Ben had become a male escort and was implicated in the death of one of his lady clients. Devastated, Marina had dumped him and turned to Shayne. Ben then fought back against allegations of killing other hookers, not to mention being stabbed in the side with an ice pick during the Bauer barbecue. Ben had been cleared in the investigation (Ben's former madam Eden was the culprit), but he was still very angry, with good reason.
Shayne stared into Ben's sky blue eyes, trying to communicate his sincerity. Finally, Ben stopped his packing and agreed to listen. Suddenly Shayne felt nervous, but he knew he had to do this, no matter what the consequences.
"Ben, dude, I'm sorry things got so hot between us. I'm sorry about Marina and about thinking you were the killer. You're such a cool guy. I looked up to you when you came back to town, when you were dating Marah. You're funny and smart and...and..."
Shayne was distracted by Ben rubbing his chest in slow, circular motions. Ben was staring at him with each circle, and each circle brought him closer to the crotch of his towel.
"And sexy? Am I sexy?"
Before he could stop himself, Shayne stammered out, "Y-Yes."
"Do you want me, Shayne? Is that why you stole my girlfriend, to get close to me?"
Shayne shook his head. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.
Ben smirked, those soft blue eyes of his flashing with a glint of power.
"Oh yeah. Don't lie to me. I saw you checkin' me out months ago, and ever since then. Even after you took my girl."
"Don't do this," Shayne pleaded. He was trying to stay calm, behave like an adult. Ben didn't listen. Shayne's torment only got Ben revved up.
"Do you suck those guys off in the shower room, huh? Do they wipe their cum in your face? Treat you like the fag whore you are?"
Shayne lunged at Ben with a speed which surprised them both. Slamming into the center of his chest, Shayne knocked Ben to the ground. Years of lacrosse, baseball, and a short stint in wrestling had trained Shayne's compact, wiry body to perfect the takedown. But Ben was surprisingly catlike and was less constricted by clothes. In fact, when his towel slipped off seconds after they began rolling around, Ben had no clothes at all.
Shayne was distracted by the wet, slippery, gorgeous torso of his foe. In no time Ben had countered his every move and had him pinned on his belly. Ben admired the firm yet fat buns grinding against his hardening cock.
"Are you fighting me or fucking me?"
Shayne remained silent. He wanted this, but he couldn't say it. He kept quiet as Ben tugged down his baggy jeans, smoothed out and lightly spanked his bubble butt. Even the tongue that suddenly began wiggling in his crack did not get a response from him. Only when Shayne was turned around and forced to face Ben's hypnotic eyes did he want to speak.
"Tell me you want my dick, Shayne. Tell me you're a virgin."
"I am...and I do."
That was all Ben needed. He certainly was not a virgin and he slipped his swollen seven inches tenderly inside Shayne's hole. Shayne had seen lots of dicks in the locker rooms, soft, hard, uncut, cut, short, long, fat, thin, but never one quite as beautiful as Ben's pink prick.
"Touch yourself. Show me how much you want this fuck."
Shayne whimpered and lifted up his shirt under his shoulders. Slowly, then with increasing force, he pulled on his thick 6 inches and his equally erect, suckable bullet nipples. He should have felt like he was being used, but instead he felt full, complete. Ben never broke eye contact with him. His strokes had started deep and long but grew faster, more direct, matching Shayne's yanking of his crank.
"I'm shooting inside you now, Shayne."
Shayne was amazed at how eerily calm Ben was while he reached his orgasm. Shayne cried out in ecstasy, his entire being filling with the hot, life-giving nectar. He barely noticed his own orgasm, not until Ben's insistent, cum-stained fingers slipped into his mouth. While Shayne was devouring them, Ben tugged out of him, and began putting on his clothes.
"I'm going to go take a shower, Shayne. I'm sorry I said those things to you. Just leave, please."
Ben refused to make eye contact with him as he walked to the bathroom. Shayne started to tidy himself up, leave with dignity, but he didn't quite want to just yet. For one thing, he wanted to part with Ben as friends, not enemies or grudging acquaintances. For another, he was aching to get a taste of the beautiful ass he'd just witness strutting from the room. As he heard the water running, Shayne pondered what to do.
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