DISCLAIMER: "The Young & The Restless" is daytime soap opera in the U.S. and property of the CBS Network, and is copyrighted material. This story is not meant to imply anything about the sexual preference of any of the characters involved or the actors who portray them. This is pure fan fiction.
Please e-mail me (ohleander@yahoo.com) if you would like to make any comments. I will take all suggestions and comments under consideration. If you would like to tell me how you would like the story to continue, please let me know. I'm not much on alot of plot development, just semi feasible storylines and fucking. Lots of fucking.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone for feedback. Keep it coming! This chapter was inspired by great suggestions. Please read the end of Chapter 2 for a recap/continuity. If sex is all you want, read on. And now... Chapter 3! Enjoy! ---------------------------
KEVIN & CANE: The Craving ************************************
As Cane made his way behind the counter Kevin took notice of his cocky, overly masculine strut. The way he walked bow-legged probably from some injury he got while knocking his hard body around playing rugby, Kevin thought. Cane's broad shoulders were slightly pulled back as he walked with his chest puffed out like he owned the world. Kevin blushed as he realized Cane was now staring at him.
"So, what's your problem mate?", Cane asked.
"Huh? What do you mean?", Kevin swallowed hard, thinking Cane had caught him watching.
"Your espresso machine. Remember?", Cane said. "Which one of these contraptions is it?"
"Oh, yeah, right...uhh, it's the one in the corner to the left." Kevin breathed a slight sigh of relief. "What's wrong, I thought you said you'd done this before".
"I have. All the time when I used to bar tend. But the places I worked never served espresso", Cane stressed the last word with a mock stuck-up sort of tone. "But a tap's a tap".
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with serving espresso", Kevin cried.
"Yeah, there's a real MAN'S drink", Cane joked.
"Just fix the fuckin' tap, alright? Mr. Testosterone", Kevin barked back.
Kevin felt emaciated and turned on at the same time. He knew Cane was giving him shit still from their little standoff at the door. But also, ever since they'd met Kevin got the feeling that Cane didn't like him much. And that he was actually quite disgusted to be around him. Kevin thought maybe it was his gaydar. Some straight men have a heightened sense of awareness to being in the presence of a cock sucker. Many times Kevin would catch Cane looking in his direction with contempt, as if he could see it all over him.
Cane couldn't be sure of course, but Kevin did harbor an animal attraction for the Aussie. Each day's encounter with Cane would fuel new and interesting jack-off fantasies that night. Kevin tried to disguise his behavior in the day and be as personable as possible to Cane, but his beady little eyes couldn't hide the fact that he was a slut for cock, and for Cane's in particular. He couldn't explain it, but somehow he actually got off on Cane's disgust for him. He hated himself for it but surrendered completely to the pure hedonistic lust for cock.
Kevin sat on a stool by the counter, pretending to go through receipts for the coffee shop as he watched Cane prepare to go to work on his broken tap. He watched Cane's big hands as they unscrewed the nozzle on the tap. He removed the tap entirely and examined the opening inside the machine. To get a better look he squatted down, flexing his fabulous ass. He eyed the hole again and this time he stuck two fingers inside and probed the opening as if searching for something. He pulled his fingers out covered in coffee residue. He smelled it then gave it a flick of his tongue. As he rose to stand, his crisp khaki pants became visibly wedged in the crack of his ass. Kevin had stopped pretending to review receipts and he watched as Cane slowly picked the wedgie out his ass. Cane turned suddenly and caught Kevin's eyes burning a hole through his ass.
"Don't you have work to do? Or were you gonna stare at my bum all day?", Cane asked, knowing full well he was being watched. He moved closer to Kevin from his end of the counter.
"Yeah, I guess I'm finished sorting these receipts", Kevin stumbled. "I'll go see what's out of stock in the storeroom".
"Yeah, you do that", Cain laughed threateningly. He turned back around to the tap and squatted again going back to work.
Kevin got up from the stool and headed back to the storeroom. Passing by the counter, he stopped again.
"Hey wait, before you get started, don't you need tools?" Kevin asked.
Cane turned and looked up at Kevin from his squatting position. He placed a hand in the pocket of his pants and slightly rubbed the visible bulge in his crotch.
"I got all the tool I need right here, mate", Cane said as he jostled his package for Kevin to see.
Kevin stood there confused for a second. He didn't know if this was a blatant come on or just some cryptic way of saying that "real" men can fix anything. Whatever the case, it made Kevin's cock jump in his pants. He moved quickly to the storeroom before Cane noticed.
"Okay, yeah...well, call me if you need any help with that", Kevin said nervously as he bolted to the back hallway of the store. His cock was aching to be released. Instead of going to the storeroom he opted for the solitude of the bathroom, which was at the opposite end of the hallway.
In the bathroom Kevin quickly found the first stall and locked himself inside. He stuffed his hand down his jeans and quickly found his throbbing cock, giving it a few satisfying tugs. With his other hand he reached under his shirt to pinch his nipples as he replayed Cane's cock grab from a moment ago. He pondered what Cane could have meant by making that gesture. Was Cane really coming on to him? Did he know that Kevin lusted after his cock and would do anything to suck him dry? Cane was probably out there right now laughing his ass off at having teased some fucking pussy boy with his dick. But Kevin didn't care. He'd do anything to suck Cane off.
Kevin started to get more into his jerk session. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs. His 7-inch uncut cock flopped out and slapped against his stomach. He bit his tongue and slapped his cock around a few more times, savoring the stinging sensation he felt against his cock head. As he sat down on the toilet seat his cock pointed straight up in the air like an arrow. He spat on his palms and beat his meat. Then, being extremely flexible as Kevin was, he bent over and began to suck the tip of his own dick while he jacked it off.
Suddenly the door of the bathroom was thrown open and in walked Cane. Kevin quickly lifted his feet from the ground and placed then against the door so he wouldn't be discovered. He heard Cane walking over to one of the urinals. To his surprise Cane took the urinal just opposite the stall he was in. Through the crack of the stall door Kevin could see Cane's broad muscular back and his tight perky ass stuffed in those khaki pants as he stood in front of the urinal. Kevin wrapped a fist around his still hard cock and began beating it quietly as he took in the view.
Cane stepped up to the urinal, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his massive 8-inch flaccid cock. As he started to piss he let out a low groan of satisfaction that echoed off the bathroom walls. The deepness of the sound vibrated at Kevin's core and he milked his cock faster. He spread his legs and put two fingers up his twitching asshole. He fucked his fingers in and out as the sound of Cane's piss spilling into the urinal filled the room. He soon felt perilously close to orgasm and lost his footing on against the door.
"Oh fuck!", Kevin whispered, hoping Cane hadn't noticed.
But it was too obvious to Cane he wasn't alone. Startled, he rushed to cram his thick beef stick back into his trousers. He zipped up and turned around quickly to survey his surroundings. He knew he'd heard a sound. He bent down low to check under the stalls but didn't see any feet. Then he noticed, unlike the other stalls, the door to the one by him was closed. He stalked quietly to the stall. With the versatility and force of a ninja he kicked in the door in. Kevin immediately fell back almost sliding off the toilet seat completely. Kevin was guilty; caught with dick in hand with his pants around his ankles.
"What the fuck is this?!", Cane asked horrified. "Little slut boy getting off to men in the pisser!!"
Cane reached in and grabbed Kevin by the front of his shirt and hoisted him off the toilet seat. Before, he had reserved his feelings and held back showing his dislike of the boy. But now he gave in and let it consume him. His eyes bulged in disgust and rage. In that moment Kevin feared for his life and he had good reason to.
"Please! Let me go! Its not what you think!", Kevin begged as his feet dangled in the air.
"Oh it's not what it looks like, huh?", Cane spit back. He yanked Kevin closer, breathing hot air against him. "Then tell me, pervert! What the fuck is it then? Huh?! Tell me you're not in here whacking off to my dick!"
Kevin struggled to find an answer and his footing as Cane held him in the air. He braced himself by steadying his hands on Cane's abs and waist. He tried to find his words but couldn't block out the sensation of how awesome it felt to touch this stud. Even in those heated few moments Kevin still registered how rock hard and firm Cane's body was beneath his clothes. He'd never been this close to him and might never be again so he savored every second. Fuck it, he thought. If he was going to get pummeled by Cane he might as well earn it. Kevin looked up into the fire raging in Cane's eyes and began to rub his flat firm stomach through his shirt. He reached around and felt his ripped obliques, then went low around the back and cupped his bounteous ass.
"Fuckin' fag!!", Cane shouted as he dropped Kevin to the floor. "I knew you were a nancy boy the moment I laid eyes on you".
Kevin's heart raced as he looked up at Cane. His true intentions were finally laid bare. Cane could do with him what he liked, Kevin didn't care to hide it anymore. Kevin flinched to brace himself as he saw Cane rear back to raise his boot and kick Kevin square in his gut.
"How's that feel, pussy boy?!", Cane yelled. He took another swipe at Kevin with his boot and landed another satisfying blow. He laughed in Kevin's face as he gasped for air.
"Please...", Kevin begged, completely out of breath.
"Please what?", Cane whispered in a sinister voice. "Please stop? This is what you wanted, isn't it".
Kevin closed his eyes in anticipation of another assault by Cane's boot. He perked up when instead he heard the sound of a zipper. He slowly opened one eye at a time as he saw Cane unbuttoning his pants. He about fainted when he saw Cane pull out his semi-erect cock. Cane couldn't deny that this flow of adrenaline was turning him on.
"Yeah, this is what you've wanted all along", Cane said seductively as he stroked his cock. He was totally getting off on having Kevin watch him. He decided to finish what Kevin had so rudely interrupted. He pointed his dick straight out and let the dam within him burst, pouring a hot stream of piss all over Kevin's face and neck. Like a true slut, Kevin didn't flinch or try to move. He closed his eyes and let it wash all over him.
"MMMMmmmmmyeah....", Kevin moaned as he lolled his head in the golden stream. He opened his mouth and lapped at the droplets of piss as they cascaded down his face toward his lips.
Cane found this oddly erotic, having another guy drink his urine. He aimed the stream of piss directly in Kevin's mouth, which was accepted happily.
"You're a thirsty little whore, aren't you?", Cane said as he used Kevin's mouth for target practice. He sprayed everywhere in and around Kevin's mouth, laughing as Kevin tried to catch every drop. "Yeah, that's it! Drink it up, slut!" he snarled.
As the stream thinned and eventually dissipated Kevin got closer to Cane's cock, stopping just inches away as it dried up. Cane hovered over Kevin and held his dick out, shaking the excess piss into Kevin's hungry mouth. Both men stared at each other. Kevin's jet black hair was sopping wet with piss. Cane still held his throbbing dick in his hand, a single shiny droplet of piss lingered at the head. With his lustful eyes locked on Cane's, Kevin curled out his tongue and seductively licked the tip of Cane's cock head. Cane looked on with no protest. He shuddered as Kevin's tongue grazed his piss slit. Indecision filled his head. But before he could process what was going on Kevin pushed him back against the stall wall and downed his cock, swirling his tongue on the fat bulbous head. Cane reeled his head back in pleasure.
"AAAAAAHHHRRRRrrr!!!!", he let out a primal roar. He reached down and pulled Kevin off his dick. He froze.
Kevin looked up at Cane quizzically. He reached up and peeled Cane's pants down to around his ankles. Cane had a look of fear on his face. He couldn't believe what he was about to let Kevin do. No, he said to himself, and pulled up his pants. He zipped up and turned to leave the stall.
"Cane! Wait!", Kevin pleaded. "Don't go."
He knew Cane was confused and needed a little encouragement. Cane stopped dead in his tracks by the door and turned around. Kevin was completely flayed of his clothes. Stark naked, his hard cock bobbed up and down as he walked toward Cane. He approached Cane to within inches, leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Then, in a moment of revelation, Cane began to kiss back. Their tongues sliding into each other's mouths, sharing the taste of piss and spit. The two men embraced and began to grind, exploring each other's bodies. Kevin reached under Cane's shirt and rubbed his muscular back while Cane explored the younger man's ass. A wave of excitement rushed over Cane as he engaged in his most base desires. He picked Kevin up on him and held him close to his chest. Kevin kissed and sucked Cane's neck and collar bone. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror by the sink. Kevin smiled wickedly. He finally had the object of so many horny jack-off sessions in his hands at last. Cane carried Kevin over to the counter by the sink in front of the mirror and sat him down. Kevin helped Cane out of his shirt.
"You're so fucking hot!", Kevin whispered excitedly as he ran his hands over Cane's smooth muscular upper body.
Cane flexed for Kevin as he explored new parts of his physique. He loved how Kevin worshipped his body, caressing and tweaking every muscle. He saw the envy and awe in Kevin's eyes and smiled. It turned him on in a way he'd never felt before. He realized no woman could ever really appreciate the wonders of a man's body the way another man could. He kissed Kevin sweetly on the lips and began to drop his pants slowly. He turned his back to Kevin and, bending at the waist, dropped trou revealing his voluptuous bubble butt encased in white cotton briefs. Kevin bit his bottom lip and moaned at the sight of this hunky man undressing just for him. Cane turned around slowly with a shit-eating grin on his face, letting Kevin check out the goods. He sauntered back over to Kevin sitting on the counter.
"You like what you see mate?", Cane said in a husky voice as he massaged his hard prick through his underwear.
Kevin reached out and grabbed Cane's ass with a resounding slap, pulling him close against him. He feverishly grinded his naked cock against Cane's sheathed monster. Cane looked on in fascination as Kevin moved wildly, bucking his hips. Kevin craved Cane in every sense.
"Shit, dude! You're fuckin' Superman!", Kevin ranted on as he thrashed his body against Cane, feeling his hardness.
Cane scooped Kevin's little body up off the counter and planted his feet on the floor, feeling the electricity as their naked bodies slid against each other for the first time. Kevin wasted no time dropping to his knees again. Now he was eye level with the throbbing monster and could feel the heat emanating from it as it pulsed. He pressed his face deep into Cane's crotch, inhaling deep his musky man scent while rubbing his hairy muscular thighs. The heady elixir of sweat and piss wafting from Cane's cock and balls was too much for Kevin as he shot his wad all over the bathroom floor. As he came, Cane grabbed Kevin's head and pressed him deeper into his valley, threatening to crush the head between his powerful thighs.
Kevin flicked his tongue against the cotton fabric, eventually taking long laps up and down the length of Cane's shaft. He worked it enough so that the dick head began to peak out of the waistband of Cane's briefs. He stared into Cane's eyes as he tenderly took the head in his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue and Cane almost nutted right there in his mouth. Cane stumbled as his right leg jerked from the overwhelming stimulation. Again he felt a renewed sense of lust wash over him. He backed into the doorway of one of the stalls as Kevin followed his wagging dick, scooting forward on his knees. Cane yanked his underwear down with one hand as Kevin helped him. Then with both hands he braced himself by holding the side walls of the stall. Kevin looked hungrily at Cane's dick sticking out at him. He drove Cane wild with anticipation as he rubbed it all over his face taking small licks at it. Cane bucked his hips and stabbed his cock into the air trying to force it down Kevin's throat. Kevin playfully opened and closed his mouth just a hair's length away, flicking his tongue.
"What's the matter? Scared of a REAL man's cock?", Cane taunted right back, growing tired of the games.
Once again there was that damn emasculated feeling Kevin felt in the presence of Cane. Kevin got off on the way Cane asserted his masculinity over him. He swallowed hard and took a few inches of Cane's cock into his mouth. A smile of pleasure and relief broke over Cane's face. He readjusted his hands to hold on to the metal pole that ran horizontal along the top of the row of stalls. In this position he could better slide his cock in and out of Kevin's warm mouth. Kevin dutifully held his head still letting Cane have at it, pumping his dick in a fury. Then Kevin grabbed Cane's hips and took control by adding more suction on his dick. Cane held his cock deep in Kevin's mouth near the back of his throat. He gritted his teeth as he deliberately rammed his cock deeper and deeper. His eyes bulged with rage.
"Choke on it! Faggot!", Cane grunted. He took a hand and pulled Kevin's head onto his cock more.
Kevin's face was buried into Cane's pubes as he took the entire length. Kevin hummed slightly as he savored the juicy piece of man meat. He brought his head slowly off Cane's dick in one long unbroken slurp. He looked up at Cane's astonished expression.
"No gag reflex, fucker!", Kevin's eyes gleamed with pride as he wiped the excess spit from his chin.
Cane laughed approvingly, impressed with Kevin's moxie.
"You want some more?", Cane shook his cock in front of Kevin's face.
"Hell yeah...", Kevin said, as he resumed sucking long and lovingly. "This shit is like candy. Mmmmmmmmm....". He lapped and sucked like a kitten. "Candy Cane", he cooed.
The extra attention to his cock was driving Cane insane and he feared he might shoot his load without ever sampling Kevin's slutty hole. He pried his dick from Kevin's sucking lips and took a seat on toilet in the stall. He spread his legs and flexed his fuckstick. Kevin, still on his knees, crawled on all fours into the stall like an animal stalking its prey. He crawled until his head was between Cane's legs. He licked his cock as he rose slightly and they shared a hot sloppy kiss. Cane fed his tongue into Kevin's mouth and it was sucked as expertly as was his cock. Cane broke the kiss.
"Turn around!", Cane ordered pulling Kevin to his feet. "Bend over! Let's see this ass!"
Kevin complied obediently, bending over and spreading his ass. Cane inserted a few fingers and twisted causing Kevin to wince slightly in pain. That feeling was replaced quickly with a soothing sticky wet sensation. Kevin looked back to see that Cane was face deep in his asshole. Kevin loved having his rosebud played with. Cane spit then licked up and down the crack of Kevin's ass, stopping to wiggle his tongue into Kevin's hole. Kevin had a small seizure as his body jerked uncontrollably. Bent over in the stall, holding on to the sides for balance, he moaned as Cane rimmed his ass.
"Uhhhhh! Fuck me, dude!", he groaned.
Jerking him by the hips, Cane showed no mercy as he hardened his torpedo tongue and speared it in and out of Kevin's asshole. He reached around to stroke Kevin's cock and by that time Kevin was screaming to be fucked. Cane had just about had enough too and was ready to taste Kevin's sweet boy pussy as it rode his thick boner. He turned Kevin right side around and made him straddle his lap, their cocks pushing against each other. Cane squeezed their cocks in his vice grip and jerked them together. The friction and heat between them was incredible. Both cocks were oozing pre-cum as they ached for release.
"You ready for a good fucking, mate! Yeah?", Cane whispered in Kevin's ear. He nibbled on the earlobe as he stroked their cocks even harder.
Kevin began to grind his hips, fucking his cock in and out of Cane's grip. He was more than ready. Cane freed their dicks and Kevin got up from his lap. Cane spit on his hand and lathered his prick to ensure Kevin got a smooth ride. Kevin turned his back to Cane and slowly sat on the Aussie's fat fuck muscle. Even though this wasn't his first time, Kevin still caught his breath as his hole stretched to accommodate Cane's girth. Cane loved the way Kevin's pussy hole twitched to get his big dick inside. Once he had taken all of him, there was a moment of silence as Kevin relaxed and savored the feeling. He leaned back against Cane and they exchanged tongues, swapping spit noisily.
Kevin was taken off guard as Cane started to rough fuck him. He broke the kiss with Cane and stared deep into his eyes. Kevin loved it rough and thought maybe Cane was his soulmate for giving it to him the way he wanted it. The way he NEEDED it. Sweating, they moved in perfect rhythm with Cane dicking Kevin deep as Kevin jockeyed expertly, bouncing and swiveling his asshole on Cane's horse cock. They alternated between soft and rough fucking. Kevin's eyes rolled back in his head as Cane split his ass over and over again. Cane gripped Kevin's hips tight, driving his dick deep into the velvety insides. He paused to catch his breath. Kevin turned to look back at him briefly.
"C'mon! Fuck my ass!", he demanded, "Don't stop!".
Kevin assumed control. He braced his feet on the floor and began to fuck his asshole up and down Cane's dick as Cane watched in amazement. Kevin shouted obscenities to coax Cane back into action.
"C'mon you fuckin' pussy! Fuck my faggot ass!", he growled as he reamed himself on Cane's throbbing dick. "Yeah, gimme that cock!"
Cane felt a second wind coming. He got up off the toilet seat and threw Kevin to the floor face down. He mounted Kevin's ass, smothering him underneath. With deep precision fucking Cane resumed his pummeling of Kevin's ass hole. Kevin moaned with his mouth smashed against the bathroom floor as he felt Cane re-enter him. He was in heaven feeling the weight this large stud on top of him, fucking the shit out of him. Their horny cries echoed off the bathroom walls.
"You like my cock up your dirty faggot ass?! Huh, boy?!, Cane snarled lecherously as he pumped Kevin's butt into oblivion.
"Yeeeeeah! Fuck me!", Kevin begged. He reached back with his hands and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Harder!", he demanded.
"Yeah, you fuckin' love my cock!", Cane yelled as he pounded deeper, slapping against Kevin's ass. "Don't you?! Say you love this cock, slut!", he humped furiously.
"OOOOoooo!!!!! I love it", Kevin shouted, "Shit yeah! Fuckin' feed that cock to me! Yeeeaaaahhhhh!!". Kevin was in a dreamy state as Cane hit his joy spot by his prostate. He whimpered like a kitten as he came quietly on the bathroom floor with Cane steady fucking him like a pit bull.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuckin' cream in your ass!", Cane threatened.
"Do it, dude! Yeah!", Kevin said coaxing Cane by squeezing his muscles around his cock. "Shoot it deep!"
"FAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWK!", Cane yelled as he breeded Kevin's hot ass, fucking loads of fresh aussie spunk into the slutty hole.
The room fell quiet, both men breathing deep as Cane still humped his hard sticky cock in and out of Kevin's pussy hole slowly. When every last cum drop had been deposited he got up off Kevin and sat on the toilet seat and rested. He looked down at Kevin lying lifeless and ravaged on the ground. He smiled at his work. Kevin was destroyed.
"Hell of a fuck, ay mate?", Cane bragged as he stroked his cum slathered dick.
Kevin rolled over to his side to see Cane staring down at him like a king on his throne, his cock glistening like a royal scepter. Kevin sat up on his knees and crept closer to Cane.
"Thanks. You weren't half bad yourself", Kevin jeered.
Cane laughed and bent down to kiss Kevin on the lips. Taking notice of the hard cock still dangling between Cane's legs, Kevin took hold of it and began to lick the excess cum off. Cane folded his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall.
If not for their horny cries of passion then both men would have heard the repeated knocks on the doors out front a few minutes earlier. The persistent patron was none other than Professor Adrian Korbel. He was a stickler for schedule and routine, so the coffee shop being closed unexpectedly irritated him to no end. Dying to feed his caffeine addiction he decided to head over to the lounge of the Genoa City Athletic Club instead.
Korbel entered the bustling lobby of the GCAC. Brunch was ending and the lunch hour crowd was starting to file in. He took a seat in the dining area and took out a few term papers to grade as he waited for the waitress. Within eyesight of the bar he couldn't help but notice the spiked blonde hair and cocksure strut of JT Hellstrom as he sailed in. Korbel tried to go back to his reading but couldn't keep his eyes off JT as he took a seat at the bar. He watched as JT ordered a beer. Korbel looked at his watch. Eleven forty-five. He shook his head in disapproval. As if on cue JT swiveled around in his stool and surveyed the lounge happenings and locked eyes with Professor Korbel. The two men were natural rivals. JT the rebel, the recluse. And Korbel, the prim pompous know-it-all who'd stolen his girl.
JT raised his beer glass in a mock toast to the Professor. Korbel gave a stiff smile and nodded graciously. He went back to grading papers. JT's pride was still on the mend after losing his girlfriend to the Professor. He was still aimless in life and didn't really know what his next move would be, and so he found himself getting drunk daily. After a few beers he decided it might be fun to go fuck with Korbel's head. He hopped off the stool and made his way to Korbel's table.
The Professor looked up from sipping his coffee to see JT's sinewy, v-tapered frame walking toward him. Even in his disdain for the kid Korbel, being a lover of great European art, had to appreciate the fantastic Aryan beauty of JT's body. He was six feet one inch of taut musculature; wrapped in smooth alabaster skin, thin pink lips, deep blue eyes and a tussle of wild blonde hair. Korbel bit the tip of the pen he'd been writing with as watched JT make his way over.
"So Professor, sleep with any new students today?", JT said as he flopped down in the chair opposite Korbel, brew in hand.
"Ah, TJ! I see you're still as bitter as ever", Korbel still enjoyed flubbing his name on purpose. "Isn't it a little early to be getting sauced?"
JT took a big gulp of his beer, a few drops spilling out the sides of his mouth. He wiped his chin of the excess beer and belched loudly. "Aaaahhh!", he sighed with a tight-lipped smile on his face.
"Great. That's real intelligent", Korbel chided.
"You smug son of a bitch. One of these days I'm gonna pay you back for what you did to me", JT threatened.
Korbel noticed as JT's anger caused his nipples to harden through his tight green t-shirt. They stood atop two fleshy mounds of smooth hard hairless pecs. As JT moved in his seat Korbel could easily make out the outline of his chest underneath.
"Is that so?", Korbel said in his trademark smug fashion. "Well, I don't recall ever forcing your girlfriend into bed with me. She was a willing participant".
"Gimme a fuckin break! You practically ripped her fuckin' panties off and raped her", JT blurted out, causing a few heads to turn.
"Well, whatever I did, it seems like she's loving my dick now", Korbel responded, showing he could be just as crass.
JT laughed his brilliant cocky laugh, scratching the three-day-old stubble on his chin. Something about Korbel got under his skin but still he couldn't entirely hate the guy. There was something lovable and endearing in the fact that no matter how smart Korbel was, he was at heart a badass. In his own way, JT thought.
"Alright Professor, you might be the man in the bedroom, but you're still a pussy on the court", JT decided to attack where he knew he'd win. Basketball.
Korbel put down his pen and folded his hands on the table. "Is that a challenge? Son!", he smiled, his gray-green eyes glinting in the light.
"Anytime, anywhere. I got my gear in the car right now", JT said. He was aching for a chance to wipe the smug look off Korbel's face.
Korbel nodded, "It's on my friend. Meet you outside in 5 minutes".
JT downed the rest of his beer and pounded the glass on the table. Korbel responded in kind by doing the same with his coffee. JT snickered at the gestured and got up to go change for their game. As he walked away, Korbel let his eyes linger again on the younger man's body. He watched JT's tight t-shirt and jean clad ass slink away on those stilts he called legs. He looked forward to seeing JT dressed in less on the court.
Korbel hurried to go change in one of the Athletic Club locker rooms and meet JT on the basketball court outside. He moved faster then he thought because when he went outside to meet JT he found the court empty. His heart sank. Was this a cruel joke? Had JT stood him up?
"You ready to get your ass kicked, Professor?", Korbel heard JT's voice coming from behind him.
He turned and saw JT coming from the far entrance to the court. Korbel suddenly felt flushed with a sudden fever as he watched JT move. The stud was dressed in a baby blue sleeveless jersey top that showed of his fucking killer guns, and matching mesh basketball shorts showcasing a tantalizing bulge. The sun glistened of his body as he did a few tricks with his basketball, showboating. Korbel was stunned, hypnotized by this golden boy. Suddenly basketball was the furthest thing from his mind.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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