Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2016 22:22:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon Royale <jon_royale@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray 22

ANOTHER NIGHT AT THE HUT
JRoyale
September 2010

The following, a work of erotic fiction intended for mature readers,
contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters.  Copyright is maintained
by the author.

WARNING: This chapter contains some stereotypical ethnic descriptions and
dialogue.


"Fuck yeah!" Joey Giagianno cried loudly, rocking his head violently from side
to side and spraying steamy sex sweat. His even white teeth gnashed together
and his handsome ethnic face displayed a grimace of macho erotic pleasure.
"Fuck that ass!" he commanded in his deep, masculine voice.

The man-sized dick plunged deeply into his clutching ass hole again and again,
hitting that special spot inside that drove Joey wild. Each time the powerful
weapon forcefully barreled through his spasming fuck chute it felt as if it were
reaching new and uncharted areas. Joey wanted it, every fucking inch of the fat
beast right down to the short curly hairs. He desperately desired for the
fucker to give everything he had, to rape his greedy ass the way only a
real man could. His greedy actions worked to spurn the man on, to drive into
him ever harder, ever faster---to fuck him like the man whore he'd become.

Glorious waves of pleasure and sweet pain surged through Joey's hunky body as
the steely cock repeatedly assaulted his male pussy. His rock hard gut rippled
with each primal thrust. A glistening film of pre-cum coated the gigantic,
swollen head of his own prick, the heady nectar oozing down lazily to pool on
his heaving belly; his hairy nuts were jostled around between his beefy
widespread thighs by the sheer power of the other man's deliberate thrusts.
Joey's strong hands worked over his sweaty torso, loving his own man flesh under
the touch of his work-calloused fingers. He roamed the peaks and valleys of his
mountainous chest, pinching and pulling at those over-ripe gum-drop nipples.
His body writhed and bucked under the older man, sultry eyes glazed over with
lust produced by the ferociously pounding tenderloin. He didn't ever want it to
stop. He wanted the strong fucker to keep plowing into him, to keep pressing
that power button inside him and permit him to continue enjoying these awesome
sensations.

Rafe Garrett was certainly no young buck like Joey Giagianno. At 43 he had a
good nineteen, maybe twenty years on the husky construction worker. Didn't
matter, though. He was still in pretty fine shape for a middle-aged gent. His
hair was still as thick and wavy as it had ever been, brushed back from his
forehead and curling around the nape of his neck, showing tell-tale graying only
at the temples. Not exactly handsome, but hardly ugly, Rafe's face told of his
many adventures in life. For the longest time he'd run with a rough-and-tumble
biker gang. Way back then he'd grown himself a thick handlebar mustache and had
never once considered shaving it off. In fact, he wasn't exactly crazy about
shaving at all. More often than not he'd go days without sliding a razor across
his cheeks.

The inked art adorning his hard body were products of his biker era as well.
One elaborate tattoo covered nearly the entirety of his muscular arm and had
taken several sittings to complete. There was another fairly expansive one
across his upper back from shoulder to shoulder, an eagle with widespread wings.
He had a few other smaller ones, although not nearly as many tats as some of the
dudes he'd run with.

His chest was liberally covered with dark, manly hair which coated him from
neckline to lower abdomen, growing even wealthier in the groin area. Plump pink
nipples poked out from the pelt. His legs, strengthened by years on the bike,
were equally hairy as was the crack of his somewhat-flat ass. With the density
of his bush it was almost a blessing he was as well hung as he was. The flesh
tube heavily hanging from his pelvis grew to a whopping ten chunky inches when
ready to do battle.

Rafe sported a set of steely blue eyes and spoke in a deep, baritone voice.
When he smiled, it was a slight upturn of one side of his mouth, but showed
heavily in the twinkle of his eyes. . He was no pretty boy, but he was
certainly one sexy sonofabitch.

Running with bikers is where he met Bud. The two of them became fast friends
and regularly kept in touch over the years. Bud was one crazy sonofabitch, a
real fun-loving kind of guy who ultimately set himself up running a strip joint
in Jersey. Rafe wasn't at all surprised the Bud man opted for titty bars over,
say, operating a gas station. Normalcy wasn't exactly the burly biker's forte.

Wasn't all that long ago Rafe came barreling into town on his noisy hog for a
reunion with his former bud. They quickly fell right back into the rhythm of
their long friendship, sharing stories, beers, blunts and broads. Rafe enjoyed
the quiet, laid-back atmosphere of the town so much that he decided to extend
his stay, much to Bud's delight. Between the two of them they went through all
the available pussy in the bar---and then some. For Rafe the only thing better
than an invigorating bike run was a hot fuck in some nicely warm and juicy
snatch. The whore dancers all jockeyed to gather favor with the tall, dark and
dangerous-looking man.

A couple weeks after a rocking Labor Day celebration at Bud's Hut Buddy got the
call. Seemed that his old ma had taken a nasty fall back in their home state of
Alabama. Buddy took a ride down to the hick town to look after her for awhile
and left Rafe with the responsibility of the club. Not that Rafe minded much.
All's he was doing was lazing around all the damned day and fucking all night.
Keeping the joint running during Bud's absence would keep him occupied and pay
Bud back for being such a generous host. He was doing a damned fine job, too.
In short order he fired two male bartenders in quick succession for skimming
from the old cash register and replaced them with a pair of gorgeous looking
babes who really knew how to mix a cocktail---and who were equally adept at
supplying tail for his cock. Business increased, the profits were good and Rafe
was enjoying life.

He first learned of the Giagianno kid when the muscle-bound jock bounded into
the office when he and Bud were banging some broad from both ends across the
desk. Meeting the good looking young man for the first time, it was hard to
believe some of the stories Bud'd told him about Joey. According to Bud, he'd
bred Joey's hot macho ass on numerous occasions and bragged it was some of the
best fucking he'd ever had. Rafe already knew about the popular glory hole
hidden in a closet off the main floor, but it was certainly mind blowing to know
this good looking married stud was the one doing most of the servicing.

It was near-about late summer when something inexplicable seemed to come over
young Joey. Usually good for maybe once every other week, suddenly Joey was
showing up every day at the Hut and making a beeline for the back room. Both
Bud and Rafe noticed the kid hadn't even bothered to wash up after work. Sweaty
and gritty from a long summer's afternoon on the construction site, Joey was
still in his soiled work gear when he took his usual position behind the
partition of the glory hole. On arrival he appeared scowling and surly. When
he left, often times hours later, it was as though he'd been appeased---for
awhile. Sex, lots of it, appeared to be the tonic young Joey needed to release
his inner demons at the end of the day.

Sometimes they were lined up three deep out in the hallway leading to the john
waiting to unload their pent-up nuts. Word quickly got around about the
voracious cock sucker, although few knew the true identity of the mouth behind
the hole. Rafe figured some of the regulars must have figured out by now that
the muscular buck bounding into the smoky club daily and disappearing for hours
had to be the featured talent. But the newcomers, faces never seen before in
the Hut but spurned on by some scribblings on the walls of the local rest stop
about hot action at the strip club, had no idea a handsome married stud was the
one feasting on their joints.

Bud was all for the new business, but Rafe made him see the wisdom in cooling
things down a bit. Good-Time Bud had blinded himself to the ramifications of a
potential visit from the long arm of the law. Between them, they devised a way
to protect Bud's investment without taking away Joey's cock candy. Only
well-known, long-time patrons of the club and their guests were permitted access
to the infamous hole. To all others, ignorance was feigned. It still didn't
hurt the increased business all that much. Newbies might not have found what
they came looking for, but they stuck around to have a few beers and watch the
titty show---and several kept coming back.

He hadn't been there all that long when Rafe decided he ought to find out what
all the commotion was about. One weekday afternoon, some time between five and
six, Joey came in wearing a soiled wife beater and looking all kinds of pissed
off at the world. As usual, he stopped to talk to no one---just made his way to
the back room. Bud had long ago given Joey his own personal key to the place.
Rafe wasted little time in slipping off his bar stool and sauntering down the
hallway to the secret place. He'd never forget that first time he slipped his
thick ten inches through that opening and felt the hot, wet mouth greedily
devour him. Joey somehow managed to swallow him down to the root in one
monumental gulp. Rafe quickly learned why the hunk had developed such a loyal
following: Joey G was one awesome cock sucker! He didn't take time with any
kind of foreplay, no annoying teasing. Joey got right down to business, sucking
and slurping like there was no fucking tomorrow! And when Joey pressed his
steaming, hairy ass hole up to the opening Rafe was doubly sold. Joey took dick
like a whore in heat, his ass spasming and clutching all around Rafe's fucking
tool. Every time Rafe plowed all the way in it was like electric charges went
off inside Joey's body, a live wire making the hot hole twitch and buck like a
hard-ridden bronco.

Once Buddy took off for Alabama Rafe made things more personal between himself
and Joey. Throwing out the anonymity of the seedy glory hole, Rafe took Joey
right there in the office where Bud had also laid the stud more'n once. Joey
came in every day, all fired up and mad as hell at the world and ready to get
fucked hard. And Rafe delivered. It thoroughly turned him on to fuck the
anger out of the well-built tomcat and leave both of them satiated---for a
while.

Joey had shown up this late November day with an angry scowl clouding his
usually handsome features. Rafe knew right away there was trouble. He never
bothered to ask, he didn't really care. Trading confidences was not at the core
of their relationship. Joey gave him a quick look across the late-afternoon
crowd of men stopping off for a drink and a show after their day's work and
proceeded on down the hallway to the office. Rafe smiled in his lop-sided
fashion, mostly to himself, downed the rest of his beer and stubbed out his
cigarette. Lazily he rose from the bar stool and, with a wink to the red-headed
dancer he'd banged only a few hours ago now shaking her stuff on stage, he
meandered across the room.

With the exception of his well-worn work boots, Joey was sprawled out buck naked
on the old sofa. His big, wide dick was already rock hard and leaking
anticipatory pre-cum as he fisted it in one beefy hand. Hairy, lumberjack-sized
thighs were raised and parted, allowing Joey easy access to his hungry man hole.
Two thick fingers repeatedly plunged into his hair-lined shitter, slick with the
spit he'd obviously utilized.

"C'mon man, fuck me!" he growled angrily, thick eyebrows nearly bisecting in the
center.

With that small, knowing smile Rafe slowly stripped himself bare, his big cock
already near complete erection. Climbing onto the sofa he spat into the palm
of his hand several times and fisted his prick with mouth lube as he gazed down
at the hunky construction worker sprawled out before him. The dark haired jock
was staring up at him through eyes smoldering with expectation. Shaking his
head in wonder Rafe moved into the juncture of Joey's hairy thighs, pushing them
farther apart with his knees. Taking hold of his fat dick at the base Rafe
rubbed the mushroom around the perimeter of Joey's eager fuck hole, dark ass
hair tickling those sensitive nerve endings. When he aimed the thick head
directly at the entrance to Joey's shit chute the lips of that pink pucker
seemed to suddenly latch out and suck the beast inside. Rafe couldn't help but
throw back his head with a deep sigh as Joey's warm, wet insides folded around
the tip of his fuck tool.

"What the fuck you waitin' for?" Joey scowled at him and thrust his ass against
the other man. The anxious young stud wanted dick and he wanted it now! Rafe
wasn't a man who took kindly to orders but in this particular case the carnal
desire rumbling through his groin won out. Clenching his teeth he thrust
against the greasy asshole, hastily embedding every solid inch deep within
Joey's slutty guts. Joey's big brown eyes shot wide open, momentarily stunned
by the big dick suddenly plundering his hot hole. But his resolve lasted only a
matter of seconds.

"Oh yeah, man, just like that," he gushed breathlessly. "Fuck me....fuck me
rough!"

If the married cock whore wanted it rough Rafe was more than happy to oblige.
It was the way he liked his sex anyway. The best lays he'd ever had were with
those broads who liked getting roughed up a little. A slow, comfortable screw
usually didn't lead to seconds for a hound like Rafe.

Joey expertly undulated his hips when Rafe pulled back, making the big cock
slide against the inner walls of his ass from a variety of angles. The biker
paused nary a second before sending his piece surging back into the farthest
recesses of Joey's male pussy. Joey grunted audibly when the big thing hit
bottom with a walloping punch to his gut. His muscles were all hard and
bulging, big hands holding legs widely apart from the back of his knees. His
smoldering eyes held Rafe's lusty gaze, challenging the brawny biker to fuck him
senseless.

Rafe drilled his hard shank into Joey's muscular man-twat with long forceful
thrusts. Joey's sweet tail twisted on his cock, sending waves of pleasure
rippling along the pistoning length of his solid shaft. Rafe could feel the
tight fuckhole clenching tightly against his full-throttle assault, making the
fuck all the more pleasurable for the both of them. He crashed hard into Joey's
ass again and again, practically knocking the wind out of the perspiring stud.

Joey valiantly took all the hardened biker had to give. The harder, it seemed,
the better for him. Joey had been carrying around a lot of anger ever since
that day last summer when he'd publicly blown up at his bitch of a wife,
unintentionally letting every party goer in on the trouble in the Giagianno
marriage. Everyone noticed how surly he'd become. Even Rafe, who knew little
about the husky buck's personal life, easily detected the abrupt change in
Joey's demeanor. The big biker figured the construction jock was beating
himself up over something or other and using rough sex as his punishment. Rafe
actually didn't give a rat's ass about Joey's personal problems; all he was
interested in was the hot, satisfying fuck that Joey's issues produced.

Joey was swearing like a sailor and thrashing his husky body around like a fox
caught in a trap. Rafe's bludgeoning crankshaft pleasurably scratched that
secret itch buried way up Joey's ass and drove him further into a wild fuck
frenzy. His own thick cock was hard as marble, staring him in the face and
pulsing each time Rafe's huge shank slammed into him up to the hairy nut sac.
Glaring at the mustached fucker, Joey's hardened eyes challenged Rafe to fuck
him into sexual oblivion. Little did Joey know, Rafe was a man who thrived on
challenges and accepted nothing short of victory.

Rafe growled sexily as he lunged his colossal prick deep into Joey's soft ass
guts with a renewed vigor. He read the signs of pain and pleasure in Joey's
sex-glazed eyes, which only served to heighten his own arousal. Domination was
key and young Joey was a man who, for some reason unknown to Rafe, needed to be
dominated. Rafe really laid into him him with hard pumping strokes,
pile-driving into Joey's slick ass hole, certain from the way the hungry whore's
body reacted that he was touching that special spot which drove most men nuts.
He didn't let up, his stamina impressive and his mind focused on fucking the
anger out of the hunky construction worker.

With the thick, hard cock pounding against his prostate with all its might Joey
was unable to control the onslaught of his orgasm. His hips shot up and massive
spurts of semen erupted from his huge cock head. The first few of those pent up
and powerful waves of cock juice liberally coated his handsome face while the
ensuing shots soaked his heaving chest. Rafe could hardly believe the volume of
man-goo produced from the younger buck's thick weapon, especially when Joey's
final trademark gusher blasted out and hit the bull's eye of his huffin' 'n
puffin' mouth. Joey savored the taste of his own load, his thick tongue rolling
out to scoop up the residue on his pink lips.

Joey's strong orgasm had caused his ass muscles to involuntarily tighten and
contract around Rafe's pounding prick. With each gut-wrenching thrust the
aching pressure inside his nut sac increased until he could hardly stand it
anymore. His masculine grunts became fevered and his breath grew short.
Detecting the tell-tale signs, Joey shot his hands out and grabbed fists full of
chest hair, practically tearing it out by the root and triggering Rafe's
release. With a guttural cry Rafe buried his monster in Joey's clutching colon
and blasted loads of heated semen. He moaned in pleasure as the sensitive nerve
endings of his spasming prick were greedily milked by Joey's mushy insides. A
load nearly rivaling young Joey's hosed down the fiery furnace of the muscular
jock's rectum. Rafe shuddered, his heart pounding rapidly in his heaving chest
from the force of orgasm. With Joey's big work-calloused hands rubbing all
over his hairy torso and plucking at his erect nipples, Rafe was in no great
hurry to evacuate the nicely wet and warm foxhole and instead wallowed in
after-sex bliss.

After a while the brawny biker pulled his big wet cock from Joey's twitching
asshole. Dribbles of cum escaped from the lips of the younger man's puckered
man-pussy. Joey's hand was down there in a heart beat, fingers rubbing the
swollen area and dipping inside the well-fucked hole. Scooping up some of the
draining cum load he brought it to his mouth, feasted on the tasty stuff and
quickly returned for more. Rafe just stood there, fondling his deflating pecker
and shaking his head in wonder.

Suddenly and unexpectedly Joey shifted position on the sofa, turning around so
that he was on all fours with his big ass thrust out toward the older man.

"Now do me like this," he ordered, the scowl back on his handsome face.

Rafe chuckled. "Not me, little man. You done wore me out for a while. But you
just wait right there and I'll see if I can round up one of your back room
buddies for you." As he slipped into his jeans Rafe thought about Rufus, the
older black man he'd hired as janitor and bar back a few weeks ago. Old Rufus
was somewhere in his late fifties and down on his luck when Rafe first
encountered him. He'd lost his janitorial job at a local plant after making
one-too-many suggestive remarks to several of the female associates. With nary
a brain in his head job hunting proved fruitless and unemployment was his only
source of income. Although widowed he still had a teen-aged son, sired late in
life, at home to support. They lived in a pathetic, falling down shack on the
poor side of town. Rafe felt bad for the man and took him on at Bud's Hut,
paying cash under the table. Rufus quickly proved to be a strong and apt worker
and was appreciative for the opportunity. And the fact that he got to openly
ogle all that female flesh on stage didn't hurt matters either.

Although dumb as a stump, it didn't take old Rufus long to figure out what went
on in the secret closet he mopped down several times a week. And observing Joey
Giaggiano slipping into the utility room behind the closet with his own pass key
easily figured into the equation. The old black man with his head of kinky gray
hair wasn't at all shy about asking permission to get himself off at the glory
hole. He admitted he knew the good looking muscular patron, not some exotic
female dancer, was the one servicing dick behind the partition. Rufus didn't
much care who the mouth was, long as he got his rocks off. Opportunity didn't
come that often for him anymore.

Rafe allowed once a week closet privileges to his new employee. One time buried
between the lips of cock sucker Joey turned the black man into a huge fan.
Rufus had never gotten sucked off so pleasurably before, nor could he ever
remember cumming quite as forcefully as he did that evening. (Little did he
know Joey had a particularly bad row with Tracy that day, had never sucked black
dick before and wound up taking out all his aggression on something heretofore
untried.) Rufus looked forward to his once a week encounters and, from the way
Joey's lips wrapped around his piece, it appeared to him the husky cock sucker
was just as eager.

Rufus bragged to Rafe about his closet sessions, thanking him endlessly for
allowing him access. Because of his marriage status Rafe cautioned Rufus about
keeping the glory hole whore's identity secret, although several of the regulars
had already figured it out. It didn't take that much, really. The muscular
construction worker in his dusty tank tops and soiled jeans had begun showing up
every day at the club but was never present in the main room, leading to only
one possibility. Rufus chuckled to himself when he saw them all scurrying to be
first once Joey entered the back room. That boy had sho' nuff gotten himself a
loyal following.

Rafe left Joey still in serious heat in the office. Tucking his shirt inside
his jeans he made his way into the main club. His eyes searched through the
smoky haze until he spotted Rufus coming from behind the bar carrying an empty
case. The old man was looking over his shoulder at Tawny, the shapely brunet
provocatively displaying her wares on the lighted stage. Rafe easily detected
the look of lust etched on Rufus' horndog face.

The old man appeared momentarily stunned when he came upon Rafe standing there
with arms crossed over his chest, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.
Rafe smiled crookedly and put a friendly arm across the back of the black man's
shoulders, leading him away from the main event.

"How's it goin' tonight, Rufus," he inquired.

"Everythin' good, boss," the elderly Negro replied in his deep, gruff voice.

Leaning closer to the black man's ear, Rafe practically whispered, "How'd you
like to have a little fun, Rufus?"

"Fun?" Rufus appeared confused, as he often did. "I be workin', boss."

"When's the last time you visited the hole, Ruf?" Rafe pressed.

Rufus became defensive, backing up from the other man. "I don't be goin' there
but once-ta-week, like you said, boss. I swear I don't."

Rafe tightened his arm around Rufus in buddy fashion. "I know, Ruf, I know you
follow the rules. But when was the last time?"

"Just t'other day," Rufus replied, still suspicious at the line of questioning.

"And was it good, Ruf?" Rafe led him on with a huge, knowing smile on his face.

Rufus smiled back, revealing his gold front tooth. "You know it was, boss. That boy sure know how ta suck a dick."

Rafe put a finger to his lips and looked around, "Shhhhhhhhh, Ruf. We don't
want everyone to know."

Rufus appeared ruffled. "Sorry, boss. I don't tell no one 'bout that boy.
I swear I don't."

Rafe patted his back. "I know you don't, Ruf. You're a good man. A good man."
Leaning closer, he whispered again into Rufus big black ear, "How'd you like to
fuck that boy's hot ass?"

Rufus appeared momentarily stunned. He paused a moment so scratch his head and
then, grinning from ear to ear, replied, "I surely would like that."

Rafe was leading him down the hallway toward his office. "See, Ruf, I just got
done fucking the hell out of his hot ass but that boy is so fuckin' sexed up he
wants more. Much as I would like to, shit, I just can't keep up with him. So's
I figured you just might be able to help him--and me---out, Ruf."

Old Rufus' gums smacked and his face brightened like a kid in a candy store. "I
surely'd be glad to help you out, boss. Surely I would."

Slapping the old Negro on the back one more time, Rafe threw open the door to
the office and ushered Rufus in. They were instantly met with the sight of
young, nude Joey writhing about on the sofa, half a hand buried up his hairy
asshole while the other flogged away at his angry, purplish meat. He was so
engrossed in self pleasure that Joey hardly noticed the arrival of the other two
men until Rafe loudly cleared his throat to draw the young stud's attention.

Joey's face clouded in anger at the interruption. But when he noticed the
black man standing next to Rafe his look became one of stupid surprise tinged
by, perhaps, a tad of embarrassment. His working hand ripped from his asshole
to join the other in modestly attempting to cover his man meat. Rafe chuckled
at Joey's valiant gesture. No matter how the buffed buck tried, he was still
laying there naked as the day he was born oozing sexual pheromones. Rafe
glanced over at Rufus and easily concluded from the lusty look on the
dumb-as-shit janitor that he was aroused by the bawdy sight in front of him. He
kept smacking those big walloping gums of his together and coiling his pink
tongue.

"You know Rufus, don't you, Joey?" Rafe asked, slapping a hand across the old
Negro's shoulders and startling the man.

"I, uh, yeah," Joey mumbled. "I think I seen him around."

"Rufus is a good man," Rafe announced, pulling the man close in a friendly
side-by-side embrace. "Been workin' for me for, what Ruf, maybe three to four
months?"

"Somethin' like that, boss," Rufus replied, his eyes never leaving the muscle
clad stud still attempting to cover one of his major assets.

Rafe raised one eyebrow conspiratorially and leaned toward Joey. "But you know
him better than that, Joe."

"Nah, no. I don' think so," Joey answered weakly.

"Sure ya do, Joe," Rafe beamed. "Once a week he feeds his black hog to you
through your favorite hole, don't you Ruf?"

Joey's eyes widened. So this simple oaf, this old graying Negro, was the owner
of that big black cock he anticipated weekly? He had never before put a face to
any of the hard ons fed to him through the sleazy glory hole and now one was
being presented to him. From the strength of the massive black hard on, the
first he'd ever encountered, and the voluminous ejaculation it produced Joey
would never have expected it belonged to a wizened old grandfather type. The
huge ebony erection, with its twisting gnarled veins, had to be at least eleven
fuckin inches and awesomely thick! Joey's cock suddenly throbbed in expectation
and something deep inside his asshole began to twitch.

"Seems like you remember Rufus, Joey," Rafe went on, enjoying his presentation.
"Now since I'm a bit tuckered out by our fuck, and you're still rarin' to go,
Rufus here has volunteered to step in and help us out, ain't that right Ruf?"

"Yassir," Rufus' head bobbed like a doll in an arcade. "I be most obliged."

Joey thought of all the times he'd wanted to back his ass up against that
wonderful hole and fill it with that huge piece of meat, but hadn't. Not that
he was any kind of racist or sumthin', but he'd never had a black fuck buddy
before. The first time that monstrosity of a cock poked its way through his
favorite glory hole, he wasn't even sure he should. In that moment of
indecision he thought of Tracy and the many ways he'd allowed her to humiliate
him---to demasculate him. If he'd ever even dated an African American before
they met, Joey knew darned well Tracy would never've spent a moment's time with
him. She and her folks were the ones with their stupid prejudices. Suddenly it
seemed like the thing to do---to gorge himself on that big twitching black dick
as a way of getting even with his frigid, uncaring wife. He'd gone to town on
it, sucking cock like he'd rarely sucked before, and brought the Negro male to a
hasty climax. He dedicated each swallow of the rich, abundant fuck juice to his
cunt of a bride.

Joey gave special service to that particular piece of meat every time he
encountered it at Bud's hidden glory hole. Of course, Joey was so busy burying
his woes in anonymous male appendages that he never even realized this was a
once-a-week encounter. Nor did he make the connection between the old Negro
sweeping floors in the Hut and the lone black cock which aptly raped his gaping
throat. How he wanted to take it all the way up his ass; it was so fucking
huge! He could just feel it rapping against that wicked trigger buried up his
horny ass hole and bringing him off in no time! Yet, for some reason he was
unable to figure, Joey just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Now, standing before him was that very man. And the old black janitor had an
eager look twinkling in his dark eyes. He kept smacking his big Negroid lips
like a fucking cow chomping grass in the field. It was obvious he wanted
Joey's ass something fierce. And Joey couldn't deny he, himself, had a yearning
that Rafe had only managed to squelch for a brief time. He was a bad husband, a
lousy brother, a rotten uncle and needed to be royally fucked for his failings.
If Tracy caught him fucking chocolate snatch she'd have a fucking coronary, but
just imagine her reaction if she knew a gigantic black cock had plowed her
husband's bubbled ass. That thought alone brought Joey to a sudden decision.
Fuck his pristine wife and all her noble morals---he'd do something would make
her shit her silk panties if only she knew.

"Well, what're ya waitin' for, dumbass?" Joey challenged with that angry scowl
back on his cum encrusted face. He punched out his thick, athletic thighs to
either side of him and raised his high-hung butt cheeks from the sofa,
practically bending himself double. Joey had ass cheeks like twin cantaloupes,
now invitingly parted and revealing the panting pink jewel nestled in its bed of
wet, dark hair.

Now old Rufus was a pretty mellow fellow and generally let most things roll off
his shoulders. But the one thing always infuriated him was when others made fun
of his lack of intelligence. He'd whooped more'n one ass in his nearly-sixty
years for that very reason. Joey's words sparked that age-old fury in the black
janitor. Thick, Negroid lips pursed together tightly, already-wide nostrils
flared even larger and veins bulged obscenely at his temples and down the sides
of his neck. Rafe grew alarmed when he observed the man's big fists clenching
and unclenching at his sides.

"Hey, Ruf, he didn't mean nuth----" Rafe started but was quickly silenced by the
menacing black man.

"There ain't no whi' boy goin' to talk to me like dat," he replied harshly, his eyes
shooting venom as his hands tore at his clothes.

No brain surgeon himself, Joey hardly noticed how he'd managed to piss off the
other man. He just figured the old man was as anxious to fuck as he was to get
fucked. His big brown eyes widened as layer after layer was peeled from the
heavily breathing janitor's body. While Rufus had gone somewhat soft around the
middle, his dark chest was mountainous with swirls of crinkly gray hair covering
his bulging pectorals. The man's arms were strong and muscular, bigger even
than Joey's, the corded veins popping out in sharp relief under his chocolate
skin. Joey's intake of breath was obvious when Rufus yanked his boxers down,
carelessly kicking them to the side and exposing his long, veiny bull cock. The
dark, quivering shaft was fully hard, every bit of eleven ass-stretching inches
with an angry purple knob which looked like a big juicy plumb. The man's huge,
hairy joy eggs hung low between his meaty thighs and swung heavily as he
advanced on Joey.

The old sofa heaved from the added weight when Rufus climbed aboard. He didn't
even use his work-worn hands to guide his big fucker toward the intended target,
the huge cock seemed drawn to the pulsing ass hole by magnetic force. Clenching
his jaw, the old man black man hunched his hips, threw all his weight into his
groin and ferociously slammed his hot rod into Joey's greasy ass pit.

Joey bellowed loudly as the massive girth of the thing ripped through him in one
powerful punch, bringing tears to his eyes. Rafe, standing nearby, almost felt
sorry for the married stud. Rufus, however, took no pity on the white cock
whore who'd insulted him. Before Joey even had a chance to get used to the
invader Rufus yanked it all the way out of the abused hole and then hastily
slammed it back in. Joey tossed his head from side to side, gnashing his teeth
and groaning. The big black cock was repeatedly scouring his ass walls and
punching him right in the gut, practically making Joey's hairs stand on end.
He'd never before been banged quite as roughly but quickly came to the
realization that an ass ramming man fuck is precisely what he needed.

Rufus ferociously drove his prong into the yielding ass flesh of the good
looking younger man. The load Rafe had earlier deposited there made it nice,
slick and easier going. He could see the pearl white adhering to his big black
sausage in those few seconds he had it out of Joey's yawning hole. There was
something downright raunchy about fucking into another man's cum load, the very
idea further igniting Rufus' inner pig.

Despite his earlier protests, Rafe's schlong was rock hard and pounding against
the front of his jeans, demanding release. Standing on the sidelines, Rafe
unzipped his fly and fished out his prominent piece. Spitting into his palm the
mustached biker slowly fisted himself while he watched old Rufus plow Joey's hot
ass. The elderly janitor showed great stamina for a man of his advanced years;
Rafe only hoped he'd be as energetic when he reached Rufus' age.

Rufus' black body glistened with perspiration, droplets of it spraying down onto
Joey's own sweating frame. His heart beat madly in his chest, but Rufus refused
to allow it to deter him. If he died right now he'd go a happy man; Joey's
tight male pussy was some of the best he'd ever buried his bone into. Besides,
ever since he could remember he'd had a thing for the forbidden white meat.
Now, old Rufus wasn't so ignorant to realize that Joey wasn't really a white
boy. From the looks of him he had some kind of ethnic mix going on. But, far
as Ruf was concerned, if you weren't black you were white---and it gave him a
special thrill to pound white pussy. It'd gotten him in trouble a couple of
times, first when he was a strapling teen of about his own son's age. That
dirty white town tramp Lottie Jarvis egged him on until he finally slipped his
black sausage into her pretty pink cunt. She sure enough liked it when he was
banging her and could never figure out why, afterwards, she cried rape. He was
lucky to have gotten off with nothing more than a solid beating and railroaded
out of town. Yet, that traumatic event never lessened his desire for white
pussy. Old Rufus had his share of it over the years, some good and some not so
good, but muscled up Joey was some of the primest beef he'd ever fucked into.
And he sure 'nuf didn't have to worry about the hot jock claimin' assault.
Didn't take a genius to see that Joey was delirious with sexual excitement. He
was huffin', puffin', moanin' and groanin' while his sweet ass got pumped full
of hard black cock again and again.

Rufus' thick organ worked rapidly in Joey's mushy ass-guts, tooling around his
prostate and causing him to moan like a bitch in serious heat. His ass arched up
to meet each forceful thrust, taking it deep inside his accommodating trench.
His muscular body trembled each time the big dick dove deep, hammering that
secret spot inside and driving him absolutely wild. He cared about nothing else.
His farce of a marriage was completely out of his mind. Joey was totally
absorbed by the old janitor's massive cock and the merciless pounding he was
taking.

The huge black prick made loud suctioning sounds as it heatedly pumped in and
out of the cum-drenched fuck hole. Rufus was sweating profusely, his black torso
shining under the overhead light, yet he failed to lose even one measured fuck
beat. Rafe couldn't get over the stamina the old guy exhibited. He was a
champion cocksman, pounding that big thing into Joey with all his might. It was
hot as hell watching the torrid scene unfolding before him. Rufus was fucking
with a vengeance and Joey was going apeshit over the treatment! If he hadn't
thrown the fuck himself, Rafe would never have believed Joey's just gotten
plowed only a few minutes ago. Stroking his rock-hard beef Rafe watched the
reactions play across Joey's handsome face, each one attesting to his ceaseless
craving for hot man dick.

Impulsively, Rufus ripped his battering ram from the yawning fuck hole.
Grasping Joey around the waist, he showed surprising strength by flipping the
muscular jock over. Now on all fours, just as he'd been when Rafe first left
him, Joey's big bubbled butt was thrust out invitingly toward the powerful black
man. Rufus quickly crammed the entirety of his ebony monster back inside before
Joey's ass even had a chance to become lonely. From this angle the big cock was
touching new territory inside him and stoking Joey's blazing anal fire.

Obscene slurping sounds generated from the glistening black cock effortlessly
pumping into the cum-greased ass hole. Rufus' hefty purplish ball sac swung to
and fro, slapping along Joey's parted inner thighs with each hearty plunge.
Joey's forearms were across the arm rest of the sofa, his big work-calloused
hands clinging on for dear life as Rufus repeatedly crashed into him. Slimy
pre-cum oozed from the apple-shaped head of his own fuck tool, adding to the
already abundant soils on the cushions of the couch. The big black senior was
really throwing him a solid man fuck, which was exactly the way Joey liked it.

On the sidelines, Rafe couldn't help but be completely turned on by the torrid
fuck session he'd engineered. Although having earlier pleaded fatigue, he was
ready and raring to go all over again. Hoisting his raging cockstalk, he
stepped up to Joey and slapped it against each side of the handsome construction
worker's face.

"C'mon, Joey," he hissed, "lick that fuckin' cock for me!"

Joey did him one better. Before Rafe even knew what had happened, Joey's nose
was in his dense pubic bush and every fucking inch of him was buried down the
married cocksucker's rapidly milking throat. Rafe uttered a startled little cry
and even fell back a step. But Joey wasn't about to let him get too far---he
had a serious lip lock on the root of Rafe's masculine man cock. Rafe couldn't
get over it: the young man wasn't even coming up for air! He remained like
that, his face crushed against Rafe's groin and working the cock with his lips,
his tongue and the walls of his throat. It was like being in some sort of human
milking machine. After more time that it seemed possible Rafe had to press the
heal of his hand to Joey's forehead and pull himself out of the awesome sucking
mouth hole.

"Holy fuck, kid! How you do that shit?" he asked in wonder.

Joey looked up at him with unbridled lust in his eyes, his face wet with saliva
and drool oozing from the corners of his sensual, puffy lips.

"Give it back to me, fucker," he growled.

Rafe smiled. "Oh, don't you worry, Joey. It sure ain't gonna last much longer
but, for now, it's all yours."

He moved in again, allowing Joey to wrap his hungry lips around the leaking head
of his cock. Joey's tongue glided over the surface, thirstily devouring the
free flow of heady pre-cum while his lips teased and tantalized the thick ridge
of Rafe's hood. Taking Joey by the back of the head he began rapidly moving his
hips forth and back, sawing his manhood in and out of the younger man's sucking
mouth.

"How's that ass, Ruf?" he asked, practically face to face with the old Negro.

Ruf shook his head in wonder, his big liver lips spreading in a toothy grin.
"This here is some prime fuckin' beef, mistuh Rafe. Prime fuckin' beef."

"Well, you enjoy it now, Ruf. You have yourself a real good time."

"Oh, I sho'nuff will, mistuh Rafe." His voice was all sincerity. "I sho'nuff
will!"

Joey felt Rufus' big black hands spread out over the crook of his back as if he
were doing a diamond-shaped push-up. Rafe had him by the back of his thick
bull's neck, holding him in place while he shoved his big wet cock into his
drooling maw. There was really no need for either of them to keep such a tight
grip on him. Even if he wanted to, there was no way Joey could easily manage to
disentangle himself from these two studs. And he most certainly did not want
to.

The humongous chocolate man meat kicking up inside his guts and wreaking havoc
with his treasured love button enticed Joey to suck Rafe's offering with rabid
fervor. He crammed it into his mouth, sucking the juices leaking from the hefty
helmet. All sorts of lewd, wet and sloppy sounds emitted from the young man's
hungry face hole, further arousing the two men taking their pleasure from him.
An equal partner in this glorious mouth fuck, Rafe held onto Joey's sweaty head
and humped his face while the married jock's lips and tongue played the chords
of his instrument. Every third of fourth stroke Joey rewarded Rafe by opening
his throat, swallowing the big thing straight down to the manroot and causing
the bar owner to take pause. Rafe's entire body went rigid for those few
moments. Veins in his hands and arms seemed more pronounced as he held Joey's
head tight against his groin. With his head thrown back, glazed eyes cast
upward at the ceiling, he savoring the wicked sensations of his sensitive meat
devoured by the athletic cock sucker. If ever the kid lost his day job he'd
easily gain employment as a sword swallower in some cheesy carnival show.

Rafe didn't let up until the muscular young man started choking on the buried
cock. Even then, Rafe took sadistic pleasure in forcing him to sputter around
it for a while. It felt good, the walls of Joey's throat convulsing around the
length of his cock stalk. A smile of dominance formed on Rafe's face when Joey
looked up at him with those pleading puppy dog eyes, tears falling from their
corners and snot running from his widely flared nostrils. Then and only then
did Rafe release his grip and extricate himself from the cavern of carnal
delights. With saliva liberally drooling from his lips, Joey coughed and gagged
for a moment of two before the tasty prick was rudely shoved back in. And the
raunchy mouth fuck commenced again.

Pounding Joey's sweet and savage ass hole, Rufus allowed himself to appreciate
the sight of the young ethnic man's rippling musculature laid out before him.
Joey's back was wide and powerful, tapering to a tight, smaller waist. The deep
indentation straight down the middle was an invitation to the twin hot cakes
shooting outward at the end of the trail. Of course, with his light bulb
containing even less wattage than dumb jock Joey's, Rufus knew nothin' about
lats and glutes but he was sure this was one well-constructed white boy. White,
'Rican, Italian. Didn't make much of a difference to ole Ruf. All's he knew is
it was giving him a whole heap o' pleasure to be plunging his dark dipstick into
such a superb specimen of manhood.

Sexual current ran through young Joey as one cock slammed deep inside his bowels
and the other challenged his throat. His rolling ass melons undulated with the
hot man fuck he was being thrown and his jaws stretched wide to accommodate the
hefty tool thrust between his puffy lips. Hungrily eating the flesh tube he
reared back against the black man's assault, successfully impaling himself to
the hilt again and again. The rigid erection pleasurably massaged that secret
spot inside him that drove Joey wild with fuck lust. Snorting and grunting
around the thick cock sliding between his feeding lips, Joey became lost in the
powerful sensations coursing through his ravaged rectum.

When Joey's idle hands reached out to roughly fondle his hairy ball sac, Rafe
knew his time of release was close at hand. The handsome fuck tugged and
squeezed the bloated sac, his thick fingertips tickling that sensitive secret
area between scrotum and ass hole. Not that much of a dumbass, Joey knew well
enough what it meant when a dude's nuts began drawing up tightly---he'd sure
experienced the same thing himself during his numerous, lonely jack off
sessions. He could have eased off, prolonged the moment, but not Joey. Joey
was into fast, mean man sex and getting his guy to blow his wad was the goal of
this game. He cranked into overdrive, sinking the magnificent crotch meat deep
into his mouth and taking its entire thick length down his throat over and over
again. He worked feverishly on the fat man tool, an overwhelming excitement
overtaking him as he detected the deep, ragged breathing coming from the other
man.

"Holy fuck!" Rafe exclaimed as his body tensed, a sudden rush of current
coursing through him. With a deep, masculine sigh he gripped Joey's head even
tighter and pumped his load directly into the younger man's throat. Joey took
advantage of Rafe's weakened moment to loosen his hold, managing to work the
erupting cock up into the cavity of his mouth where he could really savor the
seed spewing from the raunchy biker. He swallowed furiously, somehow managing
to keep up with Rafe's searing orgasm. Even after the man had unloaded the last
of his juices Joey kept working the meat with his tongue, obsessed with getting
every last cum drop for himself.

It was one hell of a scene Rufus was watching from close view. Observing the
boss man getting sucked clean, reading the lust on his face and seeing Rafe's
immense enjoyment sent his own ramrod tingling. His strokes became deeper and
harder, causing young Joey's body to shiver with ecstasy each time his burrowing
cock stroked his prostate. Joey came off Rafe's used dick, pushing up on his
hands to arch his back and look over his shoulder at the black janitor.

"FUCK THAT ASS!" he growled, cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "ABOUT
TO CUM! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Take this, white boy," Rufus harshly responded and slammed his cock so far, so
deep and so hard that Joey felt a lurching kick to his belly. The black man kept
plowing into him, again and again, with such formidable force that he fucked the
cum right out of Joey. Bolt after bolt of rich man goo erupted from Joey's fat
dick head, adding to the multiple stains on the old sofa.

"Aaarrrggghhhhhh!" came out in a warbled wail from Joey as his eyes rolled
upward until only the whites were visible. Rafe thought sure he'd gone into
some sort of fantastic fuck convulsion. With his head tossed back and every
muscle pronounced in high definition, Joey appeared to be having the orgasm of
his life!

Joey's insides went totally wild around Rufus's bludgeoning pecker, grasping and
twisting about on the big black pole. Rufus felt his cock throb that one final
time and, gritting his teeth, shot right up inside Joey's working ass. Joey's
innards squeezed around him, milking white cream from black cock. One would
certainly never tell from the volume of Rufus' ejaculations that his sexual
prime should have been over long ago. He pumped volumes of rich, warm semen
into Joey's savage fuck hole. Combined with Rafe's earlier offering, Joey was
liberally bred.

Exhausted and thoroughly spent, they remained intertwined for several minutes
while they came down from their sexual high. Rufus fell atop Joey, his hands
encircling the young jock's muscular torso, sweaty black chest resting on the
fuck hunk's equally drenched back. Joey's eyes were closed dreamily, savoring
the sensations of a most-satisfying cum and the new fuck buddy who'd helped
deliver it.

Shaking his head in wonder, Rafe managed to plop down on a chair behind him. Old
Rufus had sure proved to be another stud in this stable. He was certain the old
black man would be taking a crack at Joey's ass again one day soon. And equally
certain that Joey would willingly oblige. Later, after the two had gone, he'd
have to give a shout out to Bud. Let him know the latest. Heck, it might prove
to be just the incentive needed to get his biker buddy back to town.