Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 19:21:02 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray's Beefcake Barbeque

Relax back, my man, and stretch those long legs out in front of you.
Position your mouse, a jar of luxuriously-slick lube and your favorite
cum rag at arm's length.  Unbutton that shirt and let it fall to your
sides or, depending upon your apparel, roll that T up over your head and
stretch it back across your shoulders.  Undo those pants, fish inside
your underwear (not wearing any? you're such a slut!) and haul out
that fleshy instrument of yours.  Now you're ready for the latest
installment of "Straight Buddy Ray" which, you know, vividly details
sexual situations and is intended for those who have reached legal age of
consent.  Your author hopes you find this lengthy chapter worthy of the
series and enthusiastically welcomes your positive email.  Please respect
the copyright.

Copyright 2005 JRoyale


A summer in the so-called "garden state" of New
Jersey was decidedly incomplete without at least one huge all-day
backyard barbeque.  Sort of like great sex without a thunderous climax,
the season would otherwise have ended on a disappointing note.  If anyone
on seemingly sedate Mansgrove Lane knew how to throw a barbeque it was
the Giagianno family.  Despite the pressures of raising four children and
attending to all the inherent household duties, along with holding down a
full-time job, Cathy Giagianno always managed to pull the thing together
beautifully.  She was the organizer and buyer, scrawling out hurried
invitations in the few spare moments the days allotted.  Much too late
for an Independence Day celebration, and several weeks early to qualify
for Labor Day, it was billed the "Dog Days of Summer Pool Party".  Ray,
like all good husbands, finally kicked into gear the day of the big
event.  Between himself and his younger brother Joey canopies were
erected in the large back yard, picnic benches laid out, swimming pool
vacuumed clean and the barbeque stoked and ready for grilling by the time
the first guest arrived.

Raymond Giagianno, or Ray as he was called by all who knew him well, was
a handsome thirty-one year old, married to the slightly older Cathy for
close to twelve years.  Although a few inches under 6', the uber hunk
towered above most other men with his smoldering Italian/Latin
machismo.   Short thick chestnut hair, parted dead center, framed a
decidedly masculine and handsome face dominated by bold, sparkling
hazel-colored eyes mirroring a deep-seeded mischief.  His lids were
darkly lashed, their shade matching nearly-straight and dense eyebrows.
Ray had a wide, million dollar smile, revealing perfect sparkling white
teeth, which set his entire face aglow.  His ethnic complexion left him
with the eternal appearance of an early tropical tan.  By late afternoon
of every day the hormonal stud was sporting a charcoaled stubble about
his lower face.

On this particularly hot mid-August day, Ray was clad in a pair of his
ever-present workout shorts, drawstring tried loosely at the waist so
they slung low on his hips to reveal the band of a pair of Joe Boxer
tightie whities.  Although the wider hems billowed around his knee caps,
the material nicely molded his solid buttocks and showed the promise of
an abundant crotch basket as he moved about the yard.  Other than a pair
of high-top sneakers and white crew socks, he wore nothing else.  His
upper body was a work of masculine perfection.  Broad shouldered with
wide collar bones, his arms were nicely thick and powerful.  Darkly
abundant tufts of underarm hair lined his deep pits but, other than the
fine hairs coating forearms to rival any major league baseball player and
the small patch in his deep pec cleavage, the stud's upper body
was deliciously smooth.  Ray's pectorals were twin sculpted mounds capped
with huge brown nipples, seemingly always erect.  He had a flawless belly
of lean, washboard abdominals, defined obliques and a narrow waist.
A swirl of dark hairs sprouted about his indented navel and trailed down
into the musky darkness of his shorts.  Raymond was a delicious eyeful
for most ladies (and some men), but he carried himself as though he
were completely unaware of his breathtaking sexuality.  Cathy never
complained of her husband's near nude displays; she was proud to
have married a hunk seven years her junior and wanted the world to know
what a plump secretary like herself had landed.

Although the temperature remained in the upper 80s, the lack of humidity
and the presence of a constant breeze (not to mention the refreshing
water of the Giagianno pool) brought out nearly all the invited guests.
They began filtering in after noon with the heaviest volume within the
following hour, the official start time.  Ray and Cathy's respective
families made up a good portion of the attendees, rounded out with
friends and co-workers of both.  Burgers and dogs were sizzling on the
grill in no time while twin blenders whipped up frozen alcoholic
concoctions.  Three industrial-sized coolers set out in various locations
iced up a selection of the more popular beers.  The older folks made a
b-line for the section of lawn covered by canopy and set themselves down
on benches around picnic tables, snacking on bowls of potato chips and
pretzels while socializing with friends, family and neighbors.  Old
acquaintances caught up on lost time while new acquaintances were being
made.  Children and teens headed straight for the swimming pool---where
most of them spent the entirety of the party---gleefully splashing the
adult passer-by.

Cathy, already nearly three sheets to the wind after indulging herself in
a variety of "shots" sponsored by her co-workers, was thrilled to look
over the crowd and see her Uncle Patrick and his wife pass through the
back gate with their three teenaged sons.  She quickly barreled through
the crowd to excitedly throw her arms around them, happy they'd made the
trip out to Jersey from the Bronx.  Cathy could hardly get over how much
her younger cousins had matured.  Erin had been quite a busy woman for
three years straight; the boys were now eighteen, seventeen and sixteen
respectively.  Cathy held a special fondness for Ryan, the eighteen year
old of the bunch, probably because he was the first.  Looking at the boy,
she could hardly recall the freckle-faced kid she used to baby sit.
Ryan, still cute, was the typical surfer dude with longish, wavy hair
falling around his face and beads around his throat, wrist and ankle.

Good rule of thumb in avoiding visits from local police at the complaint
of neighbors was to invite those very same neighbors to the event---and
none of the folks abutting the Giagianno property turned down the invite
for free food, booze and a generally good time.  Old Nikos Stavros and
his wife were next door neighbors (in good standing) of the Giagianno
family.  Although rapidly approaching the golden age of
sixty, good-natured Nik had somehow managed to remain a strikingly
handsome gentlemen.  Whether it was the wealth of wavy salt-and-pepper
hair (now more salt than pepper) brushed back from his high forehead and
cascading down to touch his shoulders, or the curious lack of slackening
skin and aged lines to his face, Nikos appeared more fit than most men
his age.  Certainly in his younger years he'd been a physically active
man, performing long hours of physical labor at the local steel mill,
although lately the most exercise he got was teeing off at the club's
golf course.  Still he was a fine, almost distinguished-looking man,
resembling some sort of New Age symphony conductor.  His body was
stronger than any of the other seniors down at the club, most of whom had
begrudgingly succumbed to gravity.  But Old Nikos sported a proud barrel
chest, rugged biceps and a tight posterior.  He was the proverbial "apple
of the eye" to the old spinsters at the senior citizen center he
occasionally visited, with whom he often flirted outrageously.

Nearly everyone he encountered at the barbeque remarked on how Nikos was
looking ten years younger of late, crediting his politely beaming wife
with the newfound robustness in the grandfather-type.   Nikos merely
smiled and nodded, hugging his bride of many years tightly against his
side in affirmation---all the while thinking of his nineteen-year-old
grandson, the true source of his reenergized vitality.

Almost on cue the next generation of Stavros' made their appearance:
Spiros, his wife Anna and their collegiate son Petie, who almost
immediately dashed off to hang with buddy Cory.  Cory, the neighborhood
newspaper boy, was hanging with the visiting twins from across the street
whom they'd befriended earlier in the summer.  Spiros Stavros was a chip
off the old block, even more handsome in his early forties than his
good-looking father had been.  His flawless complexion was olive in tone,
the perfect canvas for his predominately dark Greek features.
Spiros' black brows arched over sparkling coal-like eyes, themselves
framed by long, curling lashes.  Under a straight, aquiline nose his
lips, the lower slightly puffier than the upper, always appeared wet,
glossy and ready for attention.  Despite the closest shave, Spiros nearly
always seemed to be sporting the charcoal of a five o'clock shadow.
His medium length hair, nearly ebony in tone, shone thick and straight,
precision cut with stray wisps falling over his forehead.  Physically
fit, Spiros' manly body was clad in a white polo shirt and matching
tennis shorts, which did much to offset his coloring and the masculine
hairiness of those beefy thighs and muscular calves.

As the Stavros' stopped to exchange pleasantries with familiar faces,
Spiros' gaze absently wandered over the shoulder of the other party guest
to observe his teen-age son.  Over this past summer Spiros' eyes had
unexpectedly been opened to the talents possessed by the curly haired
youth.  For nineteen years he'd played the role of concerned and loving
parent, proud of Petie's scholastic and athletic achievements.  Never in
all those years had he suspected his all-American son's darker side.  In
retrospect, he supposed that if he hadn't been awake that fateful  night
a few months ago when Petie silently padded into his parent's bedroom he
might never have known the truth.

Spiros, like Petie, had trouble sleeping that night---although for
entirely different reasons.  Spiros was concerned about a troublesome
client; Petie was just plain old horny.  He wasn't quite sure why he
feigned sleep when he observed the boy slip into the moonlit room, but
Spiros' dark lashes quickly fluttered shut.  To his knowledge, Petie had
never come into the room at this time of night while the rest of the
house slept.  When he was a young boy Petie would often race down the
hallway and crawl up into the bed when a night sound frightened him---but
Petie was no longer a child easily manipulated by under-the-bed monsters
and thunder storms.  He was about to risk raising his eyelids a bit to
discover what the kid was up to when he suddenly felt Petie's hot
breath at his exposed underarm and distinctly heard the boy inhale
through his nose.  The fucking kid was sniffing his hairy pit!  Still
Spiros remained quiet, despite the fact that his heart was beating
rapidly in his rising and falling chest.  Soon he felt his son's face
trailing over the contours of his hairy upper chest and had to stifle a
shout (or would it have been a moan) when the prize basketball star
latched on to a nipple with his wet tongue and began licking and sucking
the nub to hardness.

Spiros could hardly believe what was happening!  While his wife slept her
sleep of the dead and his younger daughter was safely in her room down
the hallway, his son was lustily manhandling his vulnerable body.  And,
from the way his thick Greek cock was reacting, Spiros knew he was
perversely aroused.  When Petie's mouth came up off his soaked man tit
Spiros thought it might be all over---that the boy had had his curious
fun---until he felt hands on his boxer shorts, unsnapping the flap and
releasing his mammoth eight-plus inches of daddy meat.  Spiros nearly
gasped aloud when he felt Petie's wet tongue glide up the underside of
his shaft and wash over his cock head.  Daring to take the risk, Spiros
allowed his eyes to open a slit allowing him a hazy-eyed view of his son
unabashedly worshipping his manhood.  Just when Spiros thought things
couldn't get any more out of control, the teen slut surprised him again
by gulping the entire length straight down his throat until his nose was
buried in his father's pubes.  It took all the effort he had not to
squirm, sigh or bury his hands in Petie's curly hair and start fucking
into his ravenous mouth.

The boy proceeded to give Spiros one of the best, deep throated blow jobs
the man ever had---better even than those clandestine teen-age encounters
he'd once shared with Brandon Davidson.  Spiros gritted his teeth to
avoid shouting out his ecstasy; it had been many long years since his
prick had been so lovingly serviced.  And then, just as unexpectedly as
it started, the moment came to an abrupt end.  Spiros was certain he was
going to cream his son's tonsils and feed him a load of daddy spunk, but
the boy suddenly pulled back.  After what seemed like a long moment of
indecision, Spiros detected Petie moving away and soon heard the click of
his bedroom door down the hallway.

Spiros lay there for a few moments dumbfounded by what had just
transpired.  Never in a million years would he have suspected his
all-star athlete son of being a cock sucker!  Stroking his son-slicked
erection he wondered how Petie had first been introduced to cock.  The
kid sucked like a pro, which meant he was no curious beginner.  Spiros
wondered who his son had serviced, faces and names the boy might have
encountered flashing before his eyes as pre-cum oozed from his piss
slit.  The more he thought about his randy son going down on any number
of man cocks, the hornier he became.  Although he waged a silent battle
with his own conscience (it was his son, after all) Spiros' raging male
hormones ultimately won out.  With a final reassuring glance at his
comatose wife, Spiros swung his legs over the side of the bed and
determinedly made his way down the hallway to Petie's room.  By the time
he reached the boy's door he had shucked his underwear and was gloriously
naked.  His hand rested on the knob for the briefest of moments before he
turned it and stepped into his son's bedroom, hard-on leading the way.

Blood rushed through Spiros' temples at a furious pace as he stood there
staring at the cute, good-looking and nicely toned teen writhing about in
the sheets of his bed.  Petie's eyes were screwed tightly shut, gnashing
his teeth while his head thrashed from side to side as he furiously
jerked his impressive rod and slammed a fat black butt plug in and out of
his wet, gaping boy hole.  In that instant, perhaps as a way of atoning
for what he was about to do, Spiros stopped thinking of Petie as his own
flesh and blood.  The nineteen year old before his eyes was like any
other horny cock whore who desperately needed to be fucked---and Spiros
had the hot and hard necessary equipment at the ready.  Petie appeared
momentarily stunned when he looked over and saw his father standing there
ogling him---and then his lusty eyes did a slow, seductive sweep of the
handsome daddy's fit body.  With a lecherous look in his coal black orbs,
Spiros stepped forward and quickly crawled across the bed to settle in
between Petie's widespread thighs.  Taking hold of the plug, Spiros
roughly yanked it out of his son's fuck hole and tossed it across the
room.  Before the black pleasure tool hit the floor he rammed his entire
eight inches into Petie's well lubed shitter and proceeded to fuck him
with reckless abandon.

Spiros literally pounded Petie with a crazed lust, convincing himself he
was exacting a perverse form of punishment on the boy.  But it seemed
that the harder he thrust, the more Petie moved his ass to buck back
against him.  The teen slut obviously loved a nice, rough fuck!  Both
their bodies were liberally drenched in sweat by the time Spiros blew his
first load way up inside Petie's rectum.  After a few minutes of rest the
handsome dark-haired man began to fuck again, this time with loving
passion.  As his long, thick cock pumped in slower, measured strokes he
cradled the boy's cute face in his big hands and stared longingly into
Petie's sex glazed eyes.  Rubbing his grizzled cheeks against Petie's
smooth skin his lips found their way to those of his one and only son.
They kissed passionately, tongues working within each other's wet and
hungry mouths.  Their lips remained locked throughout their second
explosive orgasm, Petie shooting his load up over his father's tight
belly while the older man soaked the teen's bowels.

Spiros spent that entire night in his son's bed, arms encircling the boy
pressed tight up against his body as they slept.  In the morning he
managed to tear himself away from his new sex toy and slipped between the
covers next to his wife before she awoke, Petie's dried ass juices
coating his penis and the boy's semen crusted on his chest.  From that
night on they had been fucking five out of seven nights a week, each time
as adventurous and fulfilling as the last.  Curious as he was, Spiros
refrained from questioning Petie's extracurricular activities.  While
they fucked Petie ceased being his son; instead, the boy became his
personal cum hole.  Petie often wondered how Spiros would react if he
knew that his own father, Nikos, had been deep-dicking him for well over
a year!  In his sexual fantasies he envisioned all three generations of
Stavros' fucking and sucking together, culminating with both father and
grandfather double-fucking him and spewing loads of family seed up his
thirsty ass hole.

When not getting porked by his father or grandfather, neither of whom
knew the true extent of Petie's incestuous summer, the curly haired Greek
was busy fucking around with best buddy Cory and the identical blond
Davidson twins.  The twins were currently goofing around in the pool with
the sixteen and seventeen year old nephews of Cathy Giagianno.  Petie was
half listening to Cory talking about his upcoming first year of college
at NYU.  He'd originally planned to attend a university deep in the heart
of Texas, but his parents felt more comfortable with their son being
closer to home.  Petie managed the appropriate response at each break,
but his attention was directed to the awesomely hot and macho
stud attending the barbeque.

Petie's unfaltering obsession with study Ray Giagianno began that fateful
afternoon he'd barged through the back door of the Giagianno home.  Not
that Petie made a habit of entering other people's homes uninvited, but
his basketball partner (and fuck buddy) Joey's truck was parked out in
front of the house.  Of course, Petie had no way of knowing that the
brothers switched vehicles earlier that day.  When he bounded into the
Giagianno kitchen calling out to an absent Joey, Petie was pleasantly
surprised to discover a deliciously nude Ray, fresh from the shower,
standing in the kitchen.  Petie's teen cock rose instantly to attention,
the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.  Ray had never taken the basketball
athlete for a cocksucker, but that afternoon his big meat was worshipped
by the Greek teen.  After receiving a royal fucking by the macho ethnic
hunk, Petie was helplessly in love with the married man.  After all the
countless cocks his whore's mouth had sucked, after all the ramcharging
his sweet ass had taken, Petie had found the man of his dreams---the man
whom he'd give up all others for.

Unfortunately for Petie, Raymond wisely decided that his first fuck with
his bro's pal should definitely be his last.  There was far too much risk
involved.  Fooling around with Jon, a mature man, was one thing.  But
continuing to screw the next door neighbor's horny teenage grandson could
only spell trouble down the line.  Every time he ran into the boy from
that point on he could read the puppy love in the cutie's eyes, but Ray
forced himself to keep things platonic.  Still, he could not forget how
Petie moved that sweet ass while getting plowed or the masterful
technique of his tongue on Ray's thick, manly rod.

Raymond was flipping burgers off the grill and onto buns for his boss'
family when he saw Petie approaching through the crowd.  His mouth went
dry and he felt an unmistakable surge in his groin area as the teen drew
near.

"Hey there, Petie," he greeted with a wide, adorable smile.  "Glad you
could come."  Instantly he realized the error of his innocent statement.

Raymond's double entendre was far from lost on young Petie.  "Hi Ray," he
smiled in return and deliberately allowed his eyes to roam over Ray's
muscular glistening torso.  His long lashes raised back up to look at an
obviously flustered Ray and he suggestively asked, "You got a big juicy
hot dog there for me?"

Swallowing hard, Ray refused to avert his eyes from the bold boy and let
him get the best of him.  "Sure thing, Petie.  Got one right here," he
replied as he stabbed a frankfurter and encased it in a bun.  Their eyes
were locked in a duel until Petie broke a satisfied grin and, taking a
bite from his dog, moved away.  Ray let out a deep sigh of relief and
wiped the sweat from his brow.  The kid was completely brazen to seduce
him right there in his own back yard with family and friends present.  As
he watched the teen disappear into the crowd Ray's hazel eyes fixed on
the material of the shorts hugging Petie's butt cheeks and his lips
formed a secretive smile.  There was no stronger aphrodisiac for the
handsome husband than the danger of sexual discovery.  Petie had just
aptly stoked those coals, as attested to by the sudden swelling of Ray's
excited cock.  Concealing his crotch with a kitchen mitt, Ray willed his
hardening prick to go down.  Much as he tried to avoid Petie there was no
mistaking that the Greek teen could easily turn him on.

A friendly slap on the back quickly brought Ray into focus.  Turning his
head, he looked into the good-looking face of his older bisexual buddy,
Jon.  Despite being in his late forties, Jon remained a strikingly
handsome man with a roguish, devil-may-care attitude about him.  Standing
at about six feet tall, he was slightly over two hundred pounds of
gym-chiseled musculature.  With sparkling sky blue eyes, a smoothly
shaven angular face, wide open smile and closely cropped salt and pepper
hair, Jon had no problem attracting a bevy of beauties from both sexes.
Up until this past summer Jon had been Ray's sole fuck buddy (with that
one time exception of Petie Stavros).  They fucked everywhere and
anywhere, sometimes with Cathy only in the next room.  They fucked on ski
lifts, boat rides, in the back seat of their respective cars and, during
Joey's wedding, in the reception hall bathroom.  Jon was a sexual
adventurer on par with Ray---and never left him unsatisfied.  A good
buddy to the very end.

"Damn, I know you're a kinky bastard," Jon was whispering huskily as he
looked straight down at Ray's obvious protrusion.  "But don't you think
this is pushing it a little?"

Ray smiled sheepishly.  "You know how it is with me.  I just can't seem
to keep the fucker down."

"Yeah, right!  More'n likely you smelled me comin' through the gate," Jon
teased.  "If you want we can try crawlin' under one of them picnic tables
and do it right under the feet of your old aunts and uncles.  It's risky,
but.....  I know the way you like it."

Ray gave him a look.  "I don't think so!"

"Fuckin' tease!"  Jon muttered, his eyes sparkling at their exchange.
"Tell you what.  Like a faithful buddy I'll just stand here and block the
beautiful view until you get yourself all calmed down.  Say, what got you
all horned up anyways?"

Ray thought again of Petie, his wet mouth and juicy asshole---which did
nothing to abate his raging hard on.  "You're right, Jon," he lied.  "I
saw you comin' through the gate, thought about that muscle ass of yours
and WHAM!  Instant hard on!'

Jon slapped him on one broad, rounded shoulder, allowing his hand to
remain on the naked flesh longer than necessary.  "Glad after all these
years I still have that effect on you."  Dropping his voice
conspiratorially, he added, "Maybe later we can hook up.  I could use a
good fucking!"

Before Ray could respond they were interrupted by a slightly sloshed
Cathy, who threw her arms around Jon to plant a big kiss on his cheek and
failed to notice her always horny hubby's saluting soldier.  Not that it
would have phased her---Cathy Giagianno had become well acquainted with
her husband's insatiable sexual appetite over the years.  Although he'd
sworn off other women after that one time she'd caught him red-handed
before their marriage, she sometimes wondered how a virile man like Ray
managed to curb his ever-present desires.  To his credit, Ray had
honestly kept his word:  he'd never fucked another woman from that day
forward.

Male fuck buddies, of course, were a completely different story.

One of them, Brandon Davidson, appeared in the yard holding a tray of
homemade macaroni and cheese.  Stopping by the pool for a moment to make
his presence known to his bathing beauty sons, Brandon moved on to the
deck to deposit his food contribution.  Ray looked up from dishing out
more burgers and dogs to observe Brandon, who had run into Nikos Stavros
on his way out from a visit to the bathroom.  Oh fuck, Ray thought, now
this hard on will never go down!

After a long absence, Brandon returned to town for the funeral of his
mother, who had "accidentally" fallen from an upper story window in the
family house directly across the street from the Giagianno home.
Perusing her records, Brandon made an astonishing discovery about his
widowed mother:  Hilda Davidson had an all-consuming attraction to the
Giagianno husband, as attested to by numerous snapshots and secretly
filmed videotapes of the stud.  Brandon, himself a repressed bisexual,
immediately echoed his mother's attraction and succeeded in seducing the
macho stud.  Like Petie, one time with the testosterone-laden "love god"
and Brandon was completely smitten, so much so that he managed to extend
his stay throughout the summer.  On the pretext of helping Brandon
upgrade the house for resale Ray was almost constantly across the street
banging hell out of the blond's prostate.  Many were the night when, as
Cathy dozed off to sleep after a rousing lovemaking session, Ray would
creep downstairs and across the street for another fuck session with
Brandon.  His big cock was still wet with his wife's pussy juice when he
drove it balls deep up Brandon's gripping ass chute while the other man's
teenage sons lay asleep in another part of the house.

The barbeque rolled along into the late afternoon hours, burgers and dogs
replaced by chicken and spare ribs for the dinner hour.  Everyone was
having a great time, as they always did at a Giagianno picnic, dancing to
the music supplied from Ray's extensive CD collection and becoming even
more loose with the abundant spirits.  A poker game broke out at the
"old-timers" table with dollar bills as the wager.  The latest fad in
alcoholic "shots" were manufactured and sampled by the more daring---or
by the already too-fucked-up-to-care.  Cathy coerced her usually
alcohol-free husband to sample a shot, which caused his body to shudder
and his eyes water.  They were good---but potent---especially for a
non-drinker.  After two more, Ray was walking around with glazed eyes and
a happy-go-lucky, stupid smile plastered across his handsome face.

The liquor also seemed to make the horny husband friskier than usual.
Suddenly he seemed to be more observant of the female flesh parading
around his back yard in various stages of undress.  One hot blond in
particular piqued his interest above all others.  The date of one of
Cathy's co-workers, she was a sensuous broad with big hooters barely
encased in a tube top and a nice, round ass peeking out of ultra-short
denim shorts.  Absently licking his lips, Ray mentally undressed the
looker and, in his intoxicated state, debated breaking his vows of
fidelity.  He was about to saunter over and do a little flirting when his
attention was diverted to the swimming pool by his bitch-on-wheels of a
mother.

"Look at that!  That boy really should be wearing more in public!"  Mrs.
Giagianno's current live-in boyfriend, nearly twenty years her junior and
practically the same age as her eldest son, apparently didn't concur.  Of
course, he was as queer as all her other playthings, a fact obvious to
pretty much everyone except Mrs. G.

Curious to see what had gotten his mother all worked up this time, Ray
glanced at the pool just in time to see Petie Stavros bouncing on the
diving board clad in a revealing Speedo suit.  For the briefest of
moments the curly haired teen turned to look directly at a booze-enhanced
Ray, their eyes locking in that moment before he dove into the refreshing
water where he splashed and rough housed with the Davidson twins.
Feeling that familiar stirring in his loins, Ray found himself a spot to
sit for a spell and recuperate.  The fucking kid was doing his damnedest
to turn him on----and it was working!

The minutes rolled lazily by.  Joey, with a little beer under his belt,
got into an argument with his sister's low life boy friend (and father of
her baby), Javier.  They nearly came to blows before being separated by
the Giagianno's father and one of his Italian New York brothers.  Jon was
secretly amused, he being the only one privy to the fact that Joey
unknowingly sucked Javier's thick Puerto Rican prick through a glory hole
at his own bachelor's party a few months back.

A few of the older folk left, but for the most part the party-goers were
determined to remain to the end.  A horseshoe toss came together in one
corner of the back lawn while the poker tournament continued under the
canopy.  Other than the brief Joey/Javier incident, everyone remained
happy and festive.  Even the long-divorced Mr. and Mrs. Giagianno
appeared to be getting along (since he'd wisely decided to keep his
opinions about her latest boy friend to himself).  Joey's wife Tracy, not
usually a partier, appeared to be having herself a grand time as she
tossed back shots with her ever-present best friend Samantha.  Watching
his wife loosen up, Joey was hopeful that tonight perhaps---and
finally---he would get laid.  Up to now, Tracy Kim had not been all that
accommodating in the marriage bed and Joey was becoming understandably
more and more frustrated---to the point that he'd  begun considering
seeking out one of his former fuck buddies.

With beach towel wrapped low around his trim waist, Petie was sinking his
teeth into a succulent piece of barbequed chicken when Cory sidled up
next to him on the picnic bench appearing extremely excited.

"Dude," he nudged Petie with a strong forearm.  "You're not gonna believe
it!  That kid Ryan...the surfer-looking kid...he's a player...told me so
himself!  Eighteen years old and two beers later he was spilling it all!
Seems like him and some of his buddies goof around kind of like you and
me.  So I ask him if he wants to maybe have some fun and he's like,
'Yeah, sure dude!'   We're goin' down by the creek.  Wanna come?"

It was a tempting offer; Ryan had caught his eye early on in the day.
But, gazing over at the hunk of man flesh hosting the party, Petie knew
he had much bigger fish to fry.

"Maybe I'll catch up with you later on," Petie replied slowly, his
sex-glazed eyes visually stripping Ray of his low-slung shorts and Joe
Boxers.  Cory attempted to visually follow his gaze, but there was a bevy
of potential man flesh in his line of vision---far too many to zero in on
the object of Petie's wanton desires.

Leaning closer to Petie, Cory's long bangs brushed against the other
teen's face as he huskily whispered into his ear.  "Don't know which one
you're gunnin' for dawg, but from that look in your eyes---Lawd help that
unsuspecting stud!"  And with the flash of a brilliant smile, Cory
slapped him on the back and was gone.

Bending down to retrieve a long-necked bottle from the ice-packed cooler
next to him, Petie took a long drag of the beer and observed an
intoxicated Ray positively beaming as he chatted with that big-breasted
blond bimbette in the sudden absence of her collegiate boy friend.
Taking another long gulp from the bottle, Petie cut through the crowd
and, unfastening the towel from his waist and tossing it over a vacated
chair, stealthily advanced on the two interlopers.

Darkly handsome Spiros Stavros, like most everyone else, was enjoying the
neighborhood barbeque.  His wife, never one to be a pain in the ass
clinging vine, had disappeared into the crowd almost from the time of
their arrival and was more than likely gabbing with any of the women folk
she knew.  And, if she didn't know them, Anna Stavros was certain to
make their acquaintance.  Sprios' attractive bride loved to talk....and
talk....and talk....

Spiros had spent the better part of the first hour in the company of his
parents, then moved on to socialize with the Giagianno family, whom he'd
known almost from the time they'd taken over the house on Mansgrove
Lane.  Over the years he'd become well acquainted with Ray and Cathy's
respective families and friends from similar gatherings, so Spiros was
hardly at a loss for good male company while his wife played
social butterfly.

The arrival of Brandon Davidson, his childhood chum from across the
street, forced a rush of pleasant memories to momentarily distract the
handsome Greek.  Brandon, like himself, still looked fine---marriage had
done little to ravage their good looks and manly physiques.  Brandon was
as tall, blond and muscular as ever.  Spiros felt a sudden surge in his
crotch in those moments before Brandon spotted him in the mob of
partiers.  Snatching up two beers, Spiros met his old jack-off buddy
midway.  There hadn't been much time at Hilda's services to do more than
offer condolences, so Spiros was pleasantly surprised to learn Brandon
was still in town.  They spent the better part of the afternoon drinking
beers, reliving old times and catching up on lost years.

Under the hot August sun the two men, like most others, had already
stripped to the waist.  As they talked they appraised the other's
glistening torso---Brandon's smooth and muscular in comparison to Spiros'
hairy chest.  Brandon absently licked his lips as he zeroed in on the
treasure trail leading into the depths of Spiros' shorts, looking up
quickly to catch the knowing grin on Spiros' face.  Neither man had
forgotten the untamed pleasure he'd once derived from the other's body.

Over Brandon's strong, broad shoulder Spiros caught sight of his son
making his way through the throng of bodies toward the barbeque pit.  He
realized, as the boy's father, he should probably be embarrassed by
Petie's lack of attire---the sexy pup was still cavorting around in
nothing more than his racing Speedo.  Spiros was certain the boy's
earlier performance on the diving board was meant strictly for him.  His
son was a wicked cock tease.  While Sprios knew what he was doing with
his son might be considered wrong it felt so right that he was powerless
to stop himself.  His son was undoubtedly the hottest fuck he'd ever
had---and the handsome Greek didn't know how he'd survive when Petie
went off to college in a few weeks

"Spiros?" the blond man's voice brought him out of his reverie and Spiros
suddenly realized he was standing there with a blazing hard on pressing
against the front of his shorts.

"What's that?" he asked as he refocused on the other man.

"I suggested we take a little stroll over to my folk's place," Brandon
repeated, his midnight blue eyes burning through the strained material
covering Spiros' tented crotch.  "Looks like we both could use a break."

Digging hands deep in his pockets to conceal his obvious erection from
anyone else, Spiros smiled crookedly.  "Gorgeous intelligent wife and two
good-looking teenage sons haven't changed you, have they?"

"I've only recently re-explored some of those old familiar feelings,"
Brandon allowed.  "You know how it is.  Marriage doldrums set in....the
kids are grown...."

"Yeah, I know how it is," Spiros admitted with a far away look in his
dark eyes, observing his firecracker of a son again and noticing for the
first time the beer bottle in Petie's hand.  Apparently drinking was
another habit his son had picked up in Florida.  Spiros made a mental
note to speak with his son about the perils of alcohol later tonight,
after he'd fucked the slut senseless.

"So!"" Brandon prodded.  "Shall we?"

Spiros shifted his attention to Brandon, more carefully observing the
good-looking man.  When last together they had been mere teenagers, same
as their own sons now were.  The thought of making it as adults suddenly
filled Spiros with a heated rush of powerful exhilaration and raw desire.

"Lead the way, stud," he growled.  Before he knew it they slipped away
from the party, crossed the street and mounted the stairs to the Davidson
porch.  Turning the key in the lock Brandon opened his home to the
handsome Greek who'd spent many a day there so many years back.  Had
either of them glanced toward the end of the block, they might have
caught Cory and Ryan stepping onto a well-worn path and disappearing into
the brush, each with stolen beer bottle in hand.

At Petie's approach, the blond nymph with brown nipples showing through
her tube top gave Petie's swimmer's body an appreciative sweep of her
eyes before excusing herself and moving away.  Standing before a
glassy-eyed Ray in little more than a swatch of material covering his
major assets, Petie formed his lips around the neck of the bottle and
seductively allowed them to travel down to the swell before tipping his
head back and gulping down the remainder of the beer.  Slowly removing
the bottle with lips still tightly wrapped around the neck, pretty Petie
put on a blatant visual display.  With sluttish eyes trained on a heavily
perspiring Ray, he proceeded to lick the neck of the bottle as if he were
cleaning a dick after sloppy sex.

"That's fuckin' it!"  Ray growled, hoping no one else had caught Petie's
overt act.  "Get your ass in the house---NOW!"

With a satisfied smile, Petie set down the bottle and, turning on his
heel, made a show of his tight ass as he moved toward the back deck and
stepped inside the house.  Swiping the back of one big hand across his
brow, Ray scratched a solid pec and reached for a cold beer.  Already
fucked up from the lethal shots, his inhibitions were completley out the
door.  Downing the cold liquid in three swallows he belched loudly, set
the bottle down and made his way to the house.  Naturally there was much
stop and go as he was forced into a few words with many of the guests
but, ultimately, Ray made it up to the deck and through the back door of
his home.

An aunt from Cathy's side of the family was crossing through the kitchen,
probably from a trip to the toilet, so Ray made a play of retrieving
something from the fridge.  They exchanged a few pleasantries before she
moved on to the back yard.   A quick inspection of the living room and
front parlor revealed no sign of Petie on that floor.  Reaching the
bottom of the front staircase, an almost primal sneer crossed Ray's
handsome face as he paused a moment with hand on balustrade looking
upward.  Then, slowly and purposefully, he mounted the staircase leading
to an upper landing.  Pausing at the top, he looked both ways before
padding down to the slightly ajar door to the master bedroom where a
black Speedo dangled from the knob.  Placed the palm of one hand against
the door, he pushed.

Petie Stavros was down on all fours across the Giagianno marriage bed
with his ass raised high and inviting, looking over his shoulder at the
hunky he-man he craved above all others.  Leaving the tell-tale Speedo
on the knob, Ray stepped into the room and dangerously left the door open
behind him.  Hooking thumbs under the hem of his shorts, he peeled both
them and underwear down in one fluid movement and, with dripping
erection, moved toward the bed.  Moving quickly, he grasped Petie under
the armpits and effortlessly flipped the boy onto his back.  Then,
sliding him down to the edge of the mattress so that his curly head was
dangling down, Ray stepped up to him.  Bracing his powerful, hairy legs
to either side of Petie's head, he grasped the overhead canopy bar for
support and thrust his meaty girth between the Greek youth's widely
parted lips.

Petie moaned sexily around the big, tasty cock stuffing his face and
squirmed excitedly on the Giagianno bed.  He'd waited a long time for
this moment---had almost given up hope---and now relished in his
victory.  Ray's mammoth member tasted of sweat and manly musk; it was
exactly as Petie remembered it, the most succulent hunk of meat he'd ever
tasted.  His eyes rolled up in their sockets dreamily as the glistening
beauty pumped into his appreciative wet mouth.  Talented cock hound that
he was, Petie sucked on the thick shaft as it glided over his tongue and
teased his ovula, then tightened his lips around the swollen girth on the
out stroke.  His hands reached back to run over Ray's powerful, hairy
thighs and grasp the muscular mounds of his heaving ass.

"Is this what you wanted, Petie?"  Ray barked huskily as he thrust his
pelvis back and forth, fucking the teen's Greek mouth.  Considerably
loosened up by the alcohol he'd consumed, Ray lost the battle of
restraint he'd waged since first encountering Petie in his kitchen all
those months ago.  All that near-naked flesh cavorting around in his back
yard, the blond with her youthful tits barely contained by that
stretched-to-the-max tube top and Petie's whoreish teasing combined with
the "shooters" proved too much for a man with Ray's overactive hormones.

"Always lookin' at me like I'm buck naked....checkin' out my
bulge....wigglin' your ass around like a cheap whore in front of my
fam'ly and friends....you been askin' for it for a long time.  Just hope
you're ready for what you started!"   Bearing down, Ray thrust his
hips forward with renewed force and slammed the entirety of his colossal
cock stalk down Petie's throat.  With the teen's head dangling down over
the edge of the mattress he was in perfect position to have his throat
pleasurably ravaged.  Ray showed no mercy, ram charging his huge, perfect
cock helmet as deep into Petie's yawning cavern as was humanly possible.
His big, bloated balls slapped Petie in the face and threatened to
blacken his eyes.  As scrotum hairs tickled his nose, Petie piggishly
inhaled the sweaty aroma of Ray's manly crotch.  His own teen prick was
painfully rigid and leaking a stream of pre-cum onto his tight belly.

Ray's big hands gripped the canopy cross bar, the strong muscles in his
arms flexed as he powerfully face fucked the basketball champ.  Trickles
of sweat ran through the deeply indented cleavage between his solid
pectorals and trailed down over his heaving, ripped torso.  His hardened
ass cheeks dimpled with each deliberate thrust and calf muscles strained
as he raised to his toes.  Ray was a liquored-up fuck machine, a man
who'd been fucked with by a cock-teasing kid and was now delivering a
taste of his own medicine.  Not that Petie minded; the cute, curly-haired
Greek teen was getting exactly what he wanted.  And the fact that they
were doing it right there in the bed where the sexy stud fucked his own
wife only served to heighten Petie's arousal.  His mouth was a
wet, gaping trench, begged to pleasure the handsome, macho buck he'd
coveted for so long.

At the same time that Petie was gorging on nine inches of ethnic sausage,
the other Giagianno brother came into the house.  On slightly unsteady
feet, Joey made his way through the lower floor toward the bathroom, only
to find it already occupied.  After all the beer he'd consumed, Joey
needed to take a wicked piss.  Sitting down heavily on a chair in
the front parlor, he thrust strong, soccer player legs out in front of
him, crossed powerful arms over his broad chest and shut his eyes for a
moment.  He knew he'd drank a lot, but that's what barbeques were all
about.  Boozing it up, chowing down, having lots of fun---and paying for
it tomorrow.  If he intended to attempt to get a piece of ass tonight
Joey knew he should have stopped drinking long ago.  But, fuck it!  Tracy
Kim had barely given him any up to now so what made him think just
because she downed a few tequilas she was gonna open up her thighs any
more easily.  He wasn't about to forsake his good time for the off-chance
that she might possibly be a little bit willing to satisfy his sexual
frustration.

Joey was wondering what in fuck was taking so long in the toilet when he
detected a sound coming from upstairs.  It sounded like a grunt, then a
moan.  Raising his head, he listened again to be certain he hadn't
imagined it.  There it was again!  Sounded like a guy groaning.
Wrinkling one thick brow, Joey forced himself to his feet and moved over
to the staircase.  Resting one big, work-calloused hand on the
balustrade, he looked upward and paused again with ear cocked.  Several
seconds passed and Joey was about to write it off as his imagination---or
the countless bottles of beers he'd downed---when he distinctly heard it
again.  A muffled male sound.  Either someone was hurt---or someone was
getting laid upstairs in his brother's house!  Licking thick, succulent
lips, Joey mounted the stairs and began his ascent to the second floor.



Directly across the street in the Davidson home Brandon lay on his back
across his mother's bed.  Holding his solid legs back and apart under the
knee joints, his blond head thrashed back and forth on the fluffy pillows
from the things the other man was doing to him.  Spiros Stavros was on
his knees before him, nude body hunched over with hairy-knuckled palms
pressed against Brandon's creamy thighs while he sloppily ate out his
ass.  Spiros' long tongue lapped up and down the length of Brandon's
fuzz-lined crack, the tip teasing the wrinkled folds of his pulsing
anus.  The blond man's trench was sloppy wet from Spiros' spittle, making
the trail nicely slick.  Spiros' tongue glided over each slope of
Brandon's crevice, then straight down center, teasing the sensitive flesh
with his late afternoon stubble.

Brandon slowly stroked his own manly cock, slapping it against Spiros'
forehead as the other man zeroed in on the tasty target.  Spiros probed
the petals of Brandon's shitter, coaxing them to blossom for him.  Brawny
Brandon was all manly sighs, delighting in the darker toned
stud's ministrations.  When they'd first arrived at the house and
stripped, Brandon greedily sucked down Spiros' already hard cock, anxious
to make up for all those lost years.  Brandon sucked him with gusto,
quite surprised when Spiros soon flipped him onto his back and
began licking his ditch.  The handsome Greek never did that when they
were experimental teens!

Spiros always loved to eat pussy; in their prime, he'd brought his wife
to multiple orgasms with his oral enthusiasm.  Curiosity led him to scarf
down on his son's ass hole at about their third session before he fucked
him into oblivion; Spiros found the scents and flavors of another male
body wickedly exhilarating.  Brandon was the first adult male he'd
devoured and he intended to show his childhood friend all the things he'd
recently learned.  Curling his tongue into a cone, he diligently tunneled
his way through Brandon's quivering ass lips and slipped inside the man's
warm ass.

"Ah, yeah!" Brandon sighed, grasping a fist full of Spiros' dark hair and
shoving the man's face against him.  Spiros' wet tongue snaked around
inside Brandon, licking along the walls of his hole and digging deep.
Brandon tasted rich and manly and Spiros was completely aroused.  His
hard cock was bobbing between his spread thighs, oozing rich pre-cum onto
the bed sheets.  With lips pressed against Brandon's pucker he noisily
sucked on the gaping man hole while his tongue burrowed inside, causing
Brandon to squirm about.  Mouthfuls of spittle worked their way into the
blond man, making his chute nicely wet.  It seemed as if Spiros couldn't
get enough of his hole; he kept licking, sucking, chewing and gnawing
like a pig in rut until Brandon thought sure he would cum just from the
raunchy rimming.

Leaning back, Spiros hungrily smacked his lips as he ogled the freshly
eaten man hole of his boyhood buddy.  His face sopping wet with Brandon's
ass juices, the sexed-up Greek absently wiped the back of a hand across
his mouth.  His dark eyes were twin coals twinkling with the forbidden
thrill of chowing down on another man's succulent snatch.  Brandon had
been a great fuck buddy when they were inexperienced teens and appeared
to be even more promising in adulthood.  Spitting a healthy gob directly
onto Brandon's pucker he began working it around the fuck mouth with two
thick fingers.  Throwing his head back heavily against the pillows,
Brandon groaned when the hairy chested Greek slid both fingers inside,
working the slop around his channel.  Spiros finger fucked him down to
the last knuckle, twisting and turning his digits around expanding the
tight man hole.  Brandon sighed heavily when Spiros withdrew his fuck
tools, brought them up to his lips and licked Brandon's ass juice from
his fingers as he stared lustily into the other man's sex glazed eyes.
Spitting heavily into his palm he smeared it over Brand's hole and this
time thrust three big fingers into the squirming stud.  Brandon grabbed
hold of Spiros' wrist, stroking it like some huge cock while the
dark-eyed Greek lewdly manhandled him.

"Been a long time," Spiros spoke, taking hold of Brandon's
eight-and-a-half inches with his free hand while he worked his fingers
inside the blond man's puss.  "You've sure changed a lot since then---we
both have."

"Yeah," Brandon breathed heavily.  "You've grown into one hot looking
fuck!  Hope that little wife of yours appreciates what she's got."

"Not enough to give a man what he wants when he wants it."  Spiros smiled
sexily as he stroked Brandon's dribbling cock and fingered his hot hole.
"Something tells me it's the same for you, probably for all us guys
married long as we've been.  Cunts want to only put out on anniversaries,
think that's enough for us men---and then wonder why we wander.  That's
why it's good to have a buddy to fall back on---why I'm glad as hell to
see you back in town, Brand, old boy."

Brandon cocked his head to one side, grinning back at the handsome
Greek.  "And I'm sure glad I decided to stay.  Didn't realize how much
I've been missing bonding with other guys 'til this summer.  Found me a
fuck buddy right here in my home town an' I don't care if the wife stays
in France indefinitely."

"A fuck buddy?  Right here in town?"  Spiros' thick eyebrows raised in
interest.  "Do tell, my man."

"Sorry buddy," Brandon replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes
and cocked back his muscular arms to rest his head in the palms of his
hands, quite enjoying the conversation while the other man played with
his ample goodies.  "I don't fuck and tell."

Spiros slid a fourth finger alongside the others and more forcefully
crammed his hand into Brandon's love glove.  His thick thumb dug into the
blond's downy perineum, causing his slippery rod to ooze even more
spooge.  "I'll bet I could get it out of you real easy, you hot looking
stud."

Panting from the naughty treatment being delivered to his stretched ass
hole, Brandon's tongue worked between his wet lips.  "Doesn't fucking
matter now anyway.  He's a great fuck but it's you I've wanted---been
wanting all these years.  Thought about you all the time, even when I was
fucking Greta.  Lately it seems the only way I can get it up to bang
her---on those rare occasions---is to think about the good times we used
to have.  And to look at you now---shit!  You're all filled
out---thicker---and lookin' so damned fine!"

"I've been wanting to fuck you ever since the day I saw you at the
funeral," Spiros confessed.  "You've matured real nice yourself, you
know.  Handsome as ever, great fuckin' body and, from the way your ass is
suckin' at my hand, hot and horny as you were way back then."

"So then why don't you stop all this jawin' and do somethin' about it?"
Brandon challenged.

Releasing Brand's shaft, Spiros worked up a mouthful of saliva.  Dropping
his charcoal stubbled chin, the Greek hunk released the trail of spittle
from his lips and watched it land on his meaty target standing at full
attention.  While he smeared the natural lube over and around his thick
girth Spiros spat once again at Brandon's moist, inviting hole and worked
it around the blond's expectant butt lips.

"This is gonna be sweet," he muttered huskily as he pressed his fat head
against Brand's pink pucker, leaned into him and easily slid inside his
chum.  He went deep, plunging his spit-shined shaft all the way until he
bottomed out.  Throwing his head back with a guttural sigh, Spiros rested
a moment and enjoyed the sensation of Brandon's steamy rectum sucking at
his buried boner.  Brandon's strong arms came up along his flanks and
encircled his masculine body, pulling him closer.  Their eyes locked in
that initial moment of passion before Spiros pounced, crushing his mouth
against Brandon's and hungrily devouring him.  Their wet lips were
bruised with the ferocity of their manly kiss, tongues sloppily rolling
in and out of each other's cavity.  Spiros' hips began to move, thrusting
his slab of man meat in and out of the grasping chute.  Brandon met each
one of his measured strokes head on, throwing his granite ass back
to take each ball slapping plunge.  He felt every inch of the burning
erection throbbing with unbridled desire inside his squirming ass and
worked it as if he'd been fucking for years.

"Feels so....fucking good....inside you....." Spiros managed, pumping his
full length through the other man's steamy ass pussy.

"Ah, yeah, Spiros.  Give me that big fuckin' cock!"  Brandon's hunky body
writhed beneath him on the sheets of his mother's bed.  "My ass is
yours...from now on.  Fuck me like I'm your whore, you sexy sonofabitch!"

And Spiros did.  Rising up on his toes the darker man pulled his cock
entirely out of Brandon's fuck hole, poising it there menacingly for a
moment before slamming back into the yawning mouth.  His bloated ball bag
slapped loudly against Brandon's upraised butt cheeks as his cock head
was buried way up inside the sexed-up man.  The big tool twitched wildly
against the seared walls of Brandon's gyrating ass as he yanked it out,
only to quickly plunge back in.   In a matter of minutes both randy studs
were sweating profusely, their muscular bodies glistening as they
rediscovered long neglected passions of the past.  In their wanton
rutting they were totally oblivious to the party going on across the
street...or the simple fact that in their haste to paw at each other they
had overlooked locking the front door...




Down by the creek in the woods at the end of Mansgrove Lane, Cory Evans
sat back against a fallen tree with his arms lazily stretched across
the bark.  Thoroughly nude, his clothes lay in a bundle off to one side
of the grassy knoll.  A ray of sunlight cut through the tall trees to
spotlight his stocky, youthful body lounging there in all its muscular
splendor.  Eighteen year old Ryan Sullivan lay belly down between Cory's
outstretched legs corded with sinewy muscle from his daily bicycle trek
delivering the neighborhood's newspaper.  Ryan was completely awestruck
by the sizeable weapon rising from Cory's white-blond pubes; he'd never
seen one that big on a teen before!  Not that he had a whole lot to
compare it to, but none of his buddies could come close to the juicy
giant sprouting from Cory's steamy crotch.  The cute newspaper boy with
those Prince Valiant bangs and sky blue eyes was hung like a freakin'
horse!

"You like my dick?" Cory coaxed, pressing a thumb against his mighty
appendage and allowing it to snap heavily back against his taut belly.

"Dude, I ain't ever seen one so big!" the freckle-cheeked Irish lad
marveled.

"Think you can handle it?" Cory pressed.  "Cos it sure needs a nice wet
mouth to suck on it for a while."

He wasn't sure he would be able to get much of it into his mouth, but
Ryan certainly had no intention of turning down the opportunity.  Ogling
the humongous hunk of teen flesh just inches from his face, Ryan recalled
his indoctrination into buddy sex.  At fifteen, he had been flogging his
boy meat for a good three years and was reasonably certain his friends
were doing the same.  Ryan was tight with Ricky and Tito; they hung
out after school most every day on the fenced-in neighborhood basketball
court shooting hoops, smoking pilfered cigarettes and shooting the shit.
One early spring afternoon, all sweated up and resting from a b-ball
match, they were talking about the girls in school---Ricky was fascinated
with Chandra Smith's big boobs, Tito had the carnal desire to eat blond
cheerleader Pammy Davenport's snatch and Ryan just wanted to throw a good
old fashioned fuck to his sophomore English teacher.  Their mutual sexual
confessions got all the boys aroused and groping at their swollen
crotches until Ryan announced he had to get his ass home and pound his
pud.  He was mildly surprised when Tito suggested they sneak into
an abandoned building a few blocks down and jerk off together.

Their first jerk-off session was an eye-opener for Ryan.  He'd seen other
school mates nude in the gym showers before, but never with a blazing
hard-on.  Watching Ricky and Tito fisting their teen rods was a turn-on
and, from the way they were looking at him (and each other) Ryan had the
idea they were enjoying the show, too.  Ryan got off like never before
watching jets of cum erupt from his buddies' dicks.  The boys made it a
ritual, often sneaking out to their hideaway with beer and cigarettes
stolen from their parents, quickly stripping down and jerking off.

They were only into their third week of play time when black Tito
surprised them all by reaching over and wrapping his hand around Ricky's
Puerto Rican cock.  While he stroked a stunned Ricky's engorged boy meat
he urged Ryan to come closer and test the waters.  With wide-eyed
innocence, Ryan hastily scooted up to his buds and gingerly reached out
to touch Tito's dark meat.  It felt warm and alive in his hand.  As he
began to fist it much like he would do his own, he felt a hand tighten
around his own woodie and saw that Ricky had gotten into the action.  The
three boys proceeded to buddy jerk each other through thunderous
climaxes.

Tito was the one to suggest a friendly little blow job and Ryan was his
first choice of mouths to go down on his black meat.  Figuring he'd
already boyhandled his buddy and gotten Tito's cum all over his hands, it
wouldn't make that much of a difference if he sucked on his buddy's joint
for awhile.  Besides, it wasn't as if any of them were queer; they were
just guys goofing around and helping each other out.  But, after one
taste of Tito's stiff prick, Ryan was hooked!  His initial outing might
not have been the best of blow jobs, but Ryan gave with gusto.  Tito was
muttering all kinds of nasty sex words which became quickly muffled when
Ricky stuffed his slick chorizo between the black teen's thick lips and
forcefully fucked his face.  They went back and forth on each other:
Tito sucking Ryan, Ryan sucking Ricky, Ricky double sucking Tito and Ryan
until all three blew mighty loads.  Ryan got his first mouthful of cum
that day and immediately acquired the favored taste.

The three remained tight to this day.  Even when Ricky got mixed up with
some Dominican cunt in their Junior year, he made certain to make time to
hang out with his homies.  Same with Tito, who was banging a white trash
housewife seven years older than him while her blue collar hubby worked
the night shift; he still hooked up with Ricky and Ryan for mutual
jacking and cock sucking.  As for Ryan, in those final months prior to
graduation, he'd caught a case of puppy love over the O'Brien girl
who recently moved onto the block.  She was cute, fun and a little on the
wild side, leaving Ryan reasonably sure he'd get himself some pussy
before the year was out.  Not that it would ever stop him from getting a
little cock on the side from his best buddies.  Girls were alright
sometimes, but dudes knew how to really take care of each other.

Mesmerized by Cory's swaying python, Ryan knew well enough that Ricky and
Tito couldn't even begin to measure up to the hot looking blond.  It was
hard to determine just how much healthy cock was pointing skyward but
Ryan knew it certainly beat the seven inches straining against the front
of his baggy shorts and digging into the earth beneath him.  As if
it weren't enough that Cory was a gorgeous looking fucker fully clothed,
it was a down right crime he should also be so fabulously endowed.  It
was a fact shared by a number of women---not to mention a smattering of
men---along his paper route, which enabled Cory Evans to depart
for college in a few weeks with a nice amount of spending money.

"So you gonna suck me off or what?" the thick lipped blond prodded.  "I'm
real fuckin' horny right now and if you don't do it I'm gonna find
someone who will."

Ryan quickly elbowed himself in closer between Cory's beefy thighs and,
grasping the pulsing monument around its base, sucked the ridged helmet
into his mouth.  His first taste of Cory made him purr deep in his throat
and roll his eyes upward; it was that familiar fresh flavor of ripe teen
cock.  He sucked on the perfect bulb, washing slick saliva over
the bloated glans and running his tongue around and under the rubbery
rim.  Cory reached out to place a hand behind Ryan's head, his fingers
entangled in the other boy's longish, wavy locks as he encouraged him
on.  Ryan was sucking with fervor, flicking his tongue all over the wet
head now and forcing the tip between the deep folds of Cory's piss
hole.  Soon rewarded with a first wave of pre-cum, Ryan moaned
appreciatively as the sweet juice pleasantly washed over his taste buds.
He swished it around inside his mouth as he successfully coaxed more
heady nectar to sprout from Cory's slit and then swallowed it all down
into his belly.  Cory's lube tasted nicely rich, not at all tart like
Tito's often did, and he found himself wanting more.

The Irish teen went to town on the newspaper boy's tasty cock head,
mouthing it like an obsessed cock pig while both hands went to work
stroking the huge shaft.  The kid surely liked dick, Cory quickly
surmised.  He was secretly pleased Petie had begged off from the
invitation to join them; he wouldn't have to share rowdy Ryan with
anyone.  With his fingers intertwined in the freckle-faced teen's hair,
Cory applied more pressure and successfully slipped more of his fat cock
into Ryan's working mouth.  He wanted to see how seasoned a cock sucker
the surfer-boy-wannabe really was---how far he was willing to go.  Lying
there between Cory's legs with his still-clothed body squirming around on
the grassy knoll, Ryan looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of the
other boy as he feasted on fat, throbbing dick.  He was fucking a good
third of the mighty weapon between his wide-spread lips now, all the
while tonguing boy juice from the head and lustily gulping it down his
throat.

Releasing Ryan's bobbing head (as if he ever really needed to hold him in
place), Cory reached out to take hold of the lad's tank top and pull it
off his body.  Ryan raised his arms and released Cory's cock just long
enough to assist him in removing the garment, hastily gulping the leaking
monster down to the back of his throat as if he feared it would get
away.  Cory ran his hands over Ryan's exposed flesh, reaching under to
take hold of his hardened nipples and tease them between his fingers.
The kid wasn't overly muscular, but he had a nice little swimmer's
physique.  And, from the way his head was moving around attacking Cory's
fuck stick from all angles, Cory could tell Ryan liked being handled by
the dude he was pleasuring.  His eyes zeroed in the swell of creamy,
rounded butt cheeks peeking out from under Ryan's shorts and, licking his
thick lips, wondered if the boy fucked as well.




He had his foot on the second step when a booming voice bellowed out
"JOEY!"  Startled, Joey Giagianno looked over to see Uncle Vito exiting
the wash room with a big, drunken grin on his face.

"Joey, boy!  Where you been all afternoon, huh?" his father's brother
grinned expansively with outstretched arms.  "I ain't seen you all
fuckin' day!  How's the married life treatin' you, eh?"

Joey took one more look to the top of the stairs and then, turning on his
heel, stepped down the staircase to give his uncle a firm, manly hug.

"Hey, Uncle Vito, I seen you outside but you was busy shootin' the shit
with ev'rybody.  Too many people here to say hi to every one, ya know
what I mean?"  Joey was still feeling the effects of all the beer he'd
so far drank.  "Listen, Uncle Vito, I gotta take a wicked piss.  Why'nt
you hang out on the deck right outside and I'll be out soon as I let go
of some of this beer and we can bullshit over another cold one?"

Uncle Vito slapped Joey on the back.  "You go piss, Joey, afore somebody
else gets in there.  I ain't goin' nowheres."  Joey was in the john and
hauling out his cock before Uncle Vito got halfway across the room.  By
the time he finished relieving his bladder he'd completely forgotten
about the foreign sounds coming from upstairs and spent the next half
hour pretending to his uncle that marriage was the best thing ever to
have happened to him.

Upstairs and down the corridor in the master bedroom, Ray was forcefully
face fucking Petie Stavros with reckless abandon.  He had no idea how
close he'd come to being discovered by his hero worshipping younger
brother.  The two were so engrossed in their heated rutting that they'd
barely heard Joey and his uncle at the bottom of the stairway.
Alcohol seemed to have turned Ray into a raging sex machine; his entire
being centered on his big cock ravaging the curly haired trollop's slick
throat.  Repeatedly his pelvis thrust against Petie's  face, manjamming
all nine inches of his juicy giant down the cute teen's gaping gullet.
His pearl white teeth were clenched together tightly and there was a look
of malevolence on his handsome, sweat-drenched face as he bucked and
thrust into the warm, wet cavity.  The muscles in his arms strained from
clinging to the cross bar so long and his thick, hairy legs quivered from
carrying their burden.

Suddenly yanking his sex tool from Petie's abused mouth, Ray threw
himself across the bed and scooted up to rest against the head
board.  Spreading muscular hairy thighs wide apart and bending his legs
slightly at the knee, he motioned Petie over with one thick finger.

"Get over here and eat my dick, bitch!" he snarled.  With a satisfied
grin on his soaked face, Petie scooted across the bed and between Ray's
thighs in record time.  Burying his face in the married man's sweaty ball
sac, Petie sucked at the hairy bag and successfully swallowed both low
hangers into his mouth.  Chewing on the sac, Petie watched the colossal
cock towering above his forehead jerk excitedly and emit another wave of
creamy pre-fuck juice.  Petie rolled each nut around with his tongue and
noisily sucked on the bloated bag which filled his man hungry mouth.

"That's it, boy!  Suck on those fuckin' nuts!  Get that cum all heated up
so I can shoot it down your throat!"  Ray's ass was grinding against the
bed, proving to Petie how much he liked the treatment.  But Petie wasn't
anywhere near ready to have the sexy fucker blow his load just yet.  Much
as he wanted to get back down on that scrumptious sausage, Petie knew it
wouldn't take much for Ray's loaded cannon to begin firing hot
ammo.  Instead, he opted to venture a little to the south.

Letting the soaked scrotum fall from his mouth, Petie held it back with
the palm of his hand and tongued Ray's hot perineum.  Hearing a low groan
from the man, Petie lapped more heatedly in that special, secret area
between ball sac and ass hole, plastering the dark hairs against Ray's
skin.

"You wanna eat my ass, Petie?  Huh?  Is that what you wanna do?  Here,
slut!  I'll fuckin' make it easy for you."  Ray raised his hairy legs and
pulled them in close, holding himself in the joint behind his knee caps.
Petie sighed, momentarily stunned by the unobstructed view of Ray's
beautifully masculine ass and hairy man hole.  Placing a hand on each
granite buttock, Petie buried his face into the crack, licking up and
down the length of Ray's steamy ditch.  Soaking the hairy crevice with
his spittle and then slurping up the combined sweat and manly ass
juices, Petie deeply inhaled the intoxicating aromas emanating from the
married man's nether regions.  His tongue swirled around Ray's puckered
man hole and felt those pink lips pulsing outward at his lusty touch.

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut and clenching his chiseled jaw, Ray threw
his head back against the pillows with a guttural moan.  Ever since bi
buddy Jon first chowed down on his hunky hole Ray had become a slut for
a hot tongue gliding between his ass cheeks.  Petie was licking up his
crack like some kind of hungry puppy and making all kinds of nasty
slurping sounds as he feasted.  The fucking kid was mad about him, that
much was for sure, and Ray was just inebriated enough to let the
curly-haired fuck have his way.  He might have avoided Petie since their
initial assignation in the kitchen but their current reunion was assuring
the teen a more permanent position in big Ray's sex life.

With a thumb to either side of the grown man's hairy hole, Petie centered
all his attention on the tangy target.  His tongue worked quickly and
diligently, worming its way through Ray's tight ass lips until he'd
successfully breached the virgin hole.  Panting heavily, he licked far up
into the butch ass hole.  His cute face was literally buried between
Ray's muscular cheeks as he excavated the masculine stud's rectum.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah!  Fuck, Petie!  Eat that fuckin' hole!"  Ray's took
hold of the back of Petie's curly head with both hands and trapped
him within the sweaty spread of his ass.  The more the boy's wet tongue
burrowed into him, the looser Ray's man hole became.  Soon his tangy
ass lips were pulsating inward and outward, fucking Petie's young driving
tongue.  Petie groaned lustily and gave Ray his all, eating him from the
inside out like a sex charged mad man.

While his tongue slipped around inside Ray's slimy butt hole, Petie
reached a hand under his own cock and balls and thrust two long fingers
up his sweat-soaked boy hole.  Gripped by an overpowering lust, his
digits rammed in and out of his loose, open cunt while he tongued Ray's
hole and drank his intoxicating ass juices.  Finally unable to control
his desire any longer, Petie ripped his quivering tongue from the
masculine hole and watched as Ray's lips, soaking wet from his
slobber, slowly folded back into place.  Petie had to get fucked and it
had to happen now!

Pressing Ray's powerful legs down onto the mattress, Petie scooted up
over the prone man's awesome body.  Squatting over his pelvis, Petie
reached behind to hold Ray's towering cock steady and lowered himself
onto it.  A sigh of satisfaction escaped his slut lips as the fat cock
head slipped into his fiery tunnel.  Rotating his slim hips, Petie sunk
more and more of the throbbing love muscle inside him until he was seated
on Ray's upper thighs.  It felt so fucking good to have the handsome
husband's meat inside him once again.  All those others had merely been
substitutes; Petie was finally home again.

After savoring the fulfilling feeling of having Ray deep inside him,
Petie began to move his smooth ass.  Rising and falling, he slid the fat
dick in and out of his wet pussy.  Ray's big manly hands came up to grasp
either side of Petie's trim hips, guiding him on his fucking travel.
Ray's thrust his own hips each time Petie sat heavily down, sending his
nine inches straight up the boy's chute.  Petie threw his curly head back
each time the huge head embedded itself in his guts, moaning like it was
his first-ever fuck.

"Ride that fuckin' dick, Petie.  Ride that fuckin' dick!"  Ray encouraged
the Greek youth.  He could feel the talented slut caressing him from
within, milking his already excited cock as he bounced up and down on the
erect shaft.  If the kid kept it up, Ray feared he would lose his nut in
no time!  In the throes of his own sexual bliss, Ray wondered how in hell
he'd stayed away from the teen's million dollar ass for so long.  Petie
Stavros was definitely a keeper.




The Davidson twins had had enough of the swimming pool for one day and
jointly decided to change from their bathing gear into shorts and
T-shirt.  After toweling off, the identical blond sixteen-year-old cuties
casually sauntered across the street to their deceased grandmother's
house.

"Rad party!" blue-eyed Tyler raved as they mounted the porch.

Trevor shrugged his bare shoulders.  "Not bad for a neighborhood thing, I
guess."

"Sure wish Cory hung with us a little longer," Tyler confessed.  "He sort
of disappeared after awhile."

Turning the knob and stepping inside the house, Trevor replied in a
hushed tone, "That's just cos you want more of his big dick up your tight
ass, bro."

Giggling, Tyler mounted the stairs and peeled his swim suit down over his
trim melons, exposing his sweet milky ass for his brother's eyes.
Grinning, Trevor dropped his suit to the floor and fondled his teen cock
while exaggeratedly licking his lips.  Tyler responded by bending over at
the waist, spreading his trim cheeks and unveiling a winking, pink boy
hole.

"Ewwww, yeahhhhhhh!" Trevor gushed, his boy meat already hardening.  As
he approached his brother, Tyler made a quick dash up the stairs with
Trevor following close at his heels.  They had both reached the top
landing when both boys suddenly stopped dead in their tracks.  Coming
from behind the slightly ajar door of their grandmother's bedroom were
the unmistakable sounds of fevered moaning and groaning.  Both boys
looked at each other in surprise, almost as if wordlessly seeking
confirmation from the other of what they'd heard.  And then, loudly and
clearly, came their father's voice.

"Oh, yeah!  Fuck that ass!"

Identical twinks Trevor and Tyler had identical dropped jaws and
identical widened eyes and, soon enough, identical hard ons.  Listening
only a few moments longer, their lithe legs begin to move and they slowly
approached the partially open doorway while the sounds of sex grew
louder.  Standing at the door, both boys again looked at each other with
amazement etched on their cute faces.  Tyler nodded to Trevor, who placed
his hand flat on the polished surface of the door and, praying the old
hinges didn't squeal, gave it a light push.  It opened only a few more
inches---but that was more than enough to give both boys a bird's eye
view of the action taking place on the bed.

Their handsome father was flat on his back, buck naked with legs raised
while another man was positioned between his widely spread thighs
aggressively thrusting an impressive-looking man cock into him!  Both
boys drank in their well-built father's body, especially the heavily
leaking appendage arcing up from his groin.  They could hardly believe
what they were witnessing; their beloved provider and protector engaging
in sordid sex with another man!  Trevor broke the reverie by tapping
Tyler on the arm and pointing to the full-length mirror adorning one wall
which perfectly reflected the two men from another angle.  Tyler nearly
gasped when he finally recognized the dark-haired top man as Petie
Stavros' dad!

"Oh, fuck yeah!"  Brandon sighed, running his hands over Spiros' hairy
chest and pulling at his distended nipples. "So fuckin' hot!  Your cock
feels even better than when we fucked as kids."

Tyler's eyes and mouth gaped anew and he looked over his shoulder at this
blue-eyed brother, who was equally shocked by the revelation.  Resting
his chin on Tyler's shoulder, Trevor pressed his body into his brother
and reached around to fondle his swollen cock and dangling balls while
grinding his own leaking hard-on into the cleft of Tyler's ass.  Tyler
fell back against him, thoroughly enjoying his brother's loving maneuvers
while he watched his raunchy father being fucked up the ass.

Spiros' thick dick repeatedly pumped into Brandon, drawing his ass lips
in with the force of his thrust and causing them to distend on the
withdrawal.  The full length of his impressive sex tool charged onward,
spearing into his childhood friend and causing the bed to shake and the
springs to groan.  He fucked the blond man deep and hard, eliciting
appreciative grunts each time he slammed into him.  Both men's hard,
masculine bodies grinded against each other, joined at Brandon's steamy
ass hole by the powerful Greek's cock.

Trevor was oozing a relentless stream of pre-fuck juice along his
brother's crack while the other twin soaked Trevor's fist with his own
sauce.  When their father grasped Spiros by the sides of his charcoal jaw
and pulled him down into a sloppy lip lock, it was more than Trevor could
bear.  Squatting slightly into position, he aimed his boy cock at his
brother's hairless pussy and thrust the entire thing inside with one
fluid motion.  Tyler bit his lower lip to avoid crying out, his body
reflexively tensing at the initial assault.  The warmth from his
brother's boy cock washed over his entire body and Tyler began to grind
his ass back against the other teen.  Holding his fuck brother around the
waist, Trevor continued to jack Tyler's prick as he methodically pumped
into his tight, gripping ass.

Brandon's hot ass sucked Spiros' shaft deep inside his warm fuck cavern
and fought against the ultimate withdrawal.  Spiros looked down at him
with those dark eyes, amazed at how good a fuck his old friend had turned
out to be.  He couldn't remember a fuck being any where near as
thrilling as the one he was currently engaged in----except, perhaps, the
ones he had with Petie.   It was like his cock was made for Brandon's
ass---and Brandon's pussy was made for him.  He went deep, causing the
blond stud to gasp, which only served to thrill the dark haired man even
more.  His own wife never once appreciated a fuck as much as Brandon
seemed to be enjoying now.  Brandon made him feel like King Stud, master
of the bedroom.

Sweat trickled off their bodies and their breathing grew ragged from
their manly exertions.  Spiros could feel Brandon's hot innards wrapped
around his penetrating prick squeezing, fondling and suckling.  The
blond's pink ass lining clung to his prick each time he pulled nearly all
the way out, plunging back inside when he drove home.  On and on the
relentless Greek went, locked in a battle of sexual endurance with the
bucking blond.  Brandon's ass squirmed around on the soaked sheets,
pushing up against him with each forceful thrust.  They were macho men
fucking each other, refusing to allow either to be the sole aggressor.
Balls slapped against buttocks, hands roamed over slick muscles and
tongues intertwined in the passion of their fevered fuck.

Playing voyeur to their father's rabid rutting, combined with a firm dick
sliding up his own ass, quickly brought young Tyler to the point of
orgasm.  Trevor sensed the oncoming rush by the rapid spasming around his
teen cock.  Planting one hand over Tyler's mouth to muffle any tell-tale
cry, he fisted his brother with increased rapidity.  Tyler's head fell
back against his brother's stronger shoulders and his entire body
shuddered in Trevor's arms as his young balls erupted and spewed sweet
cum all over the hall floor.

Tyler had barely finished when the boys detected a new moaning from the
bed and watched in awestruck amazement as their handsome father
began thrashing wildly about, his strong body rising and falling as his
daddy dick began shooting ropes of thick cream over his torso.  And then
Spiros was yanking his rod from Brandon's fuck hole, quicky climbing up
over the blond man's heaving body and squatting low on his chest while he
furiously jacked his meat.  With a loud, masculine shout Spiros' cock
head blew, shooting powerful jets of rich cum straight into Brandon's
wide open, anticipating mouth.  Brandon swallowed all the tasty semen,
even gathering up the goo running down the sides of his face and licking
it from his fingers.  Spiros shoved his fat cock down Brandon's throat
and allowed the blond man to milk him dry.

Trevor gritted his teeth tightly to avoid an outburst as the outrageous
scene forced him to unload his swollen nuts up his brother's ass.  He
shot again and again, soaking Tyler's insides, thoroughly turned on by
having just watched his hot father being royally fucked by another man.
 Both studs were now prone on the bed, Spiros' darker body atop their
father's fairer one as they engaged in a manly embrace.  Their mouths
worked hungrily together as Spiros got a taste of his own load from
Brandon's drenched lips.  Brandon's thick legs came up to entrap his
lover while his hands greedily traversed the man's naked flesh, grasping
at tight buttocks, gliding up over his smooth back, clutching rounded
deltoids and grabbing hands full of dark hair.  While others might have
fallen aside exhausted after such a strenuous work out, Brandon and
Spiros remained ravaged by masculine passion; even their mutual orgasms
failed to abate the sexual hunger between the two buddies.




Out in the wooded glen, Cory slipped a hand under the back of Ryan's
loose-fitting shorts and guided it over the slopes of the Irish
lad's soft buttocks.  From what he could feel, Ryan had a nice ass on
himself.  With his mouth full of hot cock, Ryan hastily assisted the
other teen by fumbling with the fly of his shorts and hoisting them down
to his knees.

"Oh, yeah!" Cory breathed, mostly to himself when he got his first look
at the cute surfer's naked backside.  It wasn't all hard and chiseled
like some muscle jock (not that Cory had anything against tight marble
asses), but looked soft, smooth and lily white with a nicely pronounced
swell.  He ran thick middle and index fingers down the peach-fuzz lined
crack of Ryan's young ass and easily located his sweet love button.
Rubbing the sticky target in small circular motions he coaxed the tiny
bud to open and allow him entry---but Ryan's lips remained tightly
sealed.  It wasn't as if the boy seemed to mind; his body was grinding
around on the ground while Cory unashamedly felt him up.  A newly
aroused Cory quickly surmised that Ryan was, in fact, virgin to ass
play.

Unhanding the other boy Cory leaned back against the fallen tree,
leisurely resting his head in his hands to watch the tousle-haired teen
enthusiastically suck on his cock and contemplated on how best to take
young Ryan's cherry.

Ryan moved his mouth up and down the fat length of Cory's man-sized rod.
It had taken some doing, but he'd somehow managed to get accustomed to a
good half of the heavenly hog.  His jaws were practically aching as he
forced his mouth open wide to greedily devour the pulsating python.  Fuck
if he didn't want all of it---every last incredible inch---but for now
had to be satisfied with jerking the excess beef while his wet mouth
worked the upper half.  His free hand was working Cory's low hangers,
rolling his nads between long, thin fingers and alternately tugging on
the silken sac.

The colossal cock on Cory Evans was something to be worshipped and Ryan
Sullivan did his darned best to please the impressively built blond.  He
was in cock lover's heaven sucking on the big piece of meat, enjoying
every hefty inch crammed into his drooling mouth.  Ryan moaned with
pleasure at the taste of Cory's fuck juice as it leaked from his fat cock
head.  Wrapping his lips around the rim of the mushroomed helmet, Ryan
sucked like a baby to a bottle and used his fisting hand to coax up more
nourishing milk.

"You like that cock, don't you?"  Cory teased, smiling at Ryan's muffled
affirmation.  "Keep suckin', buddy.  Flip your tongue around it and suck
it reeeeeeal hard."

Ryan probed Cory's piss hole once more before chugging back down on the
mighty prick.  His throat tightened around the knob, instinctively
refusing it entrance, while he sucked and slurped on the rest of the
shaft.  His thin cheeks alternately hollowed and bulged as he attacked
the mouth filling cock with full force, bobbing his head up and down and
from side to side.  Just as Cory requested, Ryan sucked powerfully on the
beautiful fuck pole, barely sensing the blond teen's hands when they
momentarily rested upon his shoulders before once again taking hold of
his head.

"That's enough of this teasing bullshit!"  Cory announced almost
menacingly.  "Open that fucker up, dude!"  Intertwining his fingers
behind Ryan's head, Cory held him in close against his pelvis and thrust
his hips upward, forcing his fat dick down the boy's throat.  Ryan
snorted, gagged and choked, but somehow managed to swallow.  Tears were
running from the corners of his widened eyes as the horse cock invaded
his oral cavity.  With his wind pipe completely shut off, Ryan quickly
learned the art of breathing through his widely flared nostrils.

Cory shoved the cock sucker's head all the way down on his big meat.
With a satisfied cry he threw back his own head, blond locks cascading
from his forehead, and gazed at the beautiful blue sky while his
buried boner pulsed inside Ryan's ravaged throat.  With his
nose entrenched in Cory's white-blond bush,  Ryan whimpered like a
wounded puppy.  He could hardly believe he'd taken the whole thing, that
his young throat had miraculously expanded into a pussy for Cory's donkey
dong.  The thick sweaty base of Cory's prong tasted nicely ripe and musky
in Ryan's mouth.  His lips were opened so impossibly wide around the fat
log that the teen wondered why they hadn't split at the sides.  Helpless
to stop the constant flow of saliva pouring from his mouth which coated
Cory's king-size balls, leaking down into his funky ass crack and
dripping onto the ground,  Ryan remained still and gradually grew
accustomed to the mammoth invader.

"Oh, dude, that feels so fuckin' good!" Cory moaned huskily.  Digging his
hands deeper into Ryan's tousled hair, the blond teen began pumping his
hips up against the boy with short jabbing strokes, rabbit-fucking his
overstuffed throat.  Ryan groaned and moaned around the huge piece
filling his face.  He could feel the network of bloated veins just under
the surface of the big cock throbbing against the walls of his
throat.  His neck bulged grotesquely from the burden being placed upon it
from within while wicked looking veins popped at his temples.  His cute
face was set in a furious scowl as he determinedly fought to savor every
fucking inch of the monstrous prick.

Satisfied the boy had been broken, Cory gave up his hold on Ryan's head
and once more relaxed back against the fallen tree.  Ever so slowly Ryan
came off the incredible sex tool, mentally measuring each seemingly
unending inch evacuating his face hole.  It finally popped free, slapping
back against Cory's taut belly and spraying him with wet saliva.  Ryan
wasted nary a moment in regrouping his attack on the heavy monster.  He
hadn't even regained his breath when his lips were all over it, working
their way along the twitching rod until he'd once more enveloped the fat
head between his lips.  Running his tongue along the thick piss slit to
capture all the tasty seepage, he sucked on the beautiful head while
stroking the slick length of the shaft with both hands.

With a guttural snort Ryan took the fat cock deep into his mouth and
swallowed the whole thing with greater ease this time.  Cory moaned
appreciatively as the freckle-faced boy bobbed up and down on his entire
length, taking it all the way to the balls and back up to the crown with
increasing rapidity.  Ryan was snorting and slobbering all over the tasty
cock like it was a well-seasoned slab of kielbasa fresh off the barbeque
grill.  The hard length of meat went clear down his esophagus again and
again, causing Cory to involuntarily wriggle his ass on the grassy knoll
and hump his groin up against the hungry cock sucker.  If the kid took to
deep-throating so well, Cory could only imagine the way he was going
to move when he got his cherry ass hole broken in.

Ryan swallowed cock like a wild child, humming on the rock hard pecker
all the way down.  Sweat flew off his face as he shook his head like some
sort of savage, loving the way the humongous cock felt moving around deep
in his throat.  Cory's groin smelled of raunchy manly sex, which only
served to further enhance Ryan's out-of-control libido.  His cheeks
bulged and every muscle in his neck strained as he gobbled up salty,
sweaty dick muscle.  Each time he let the thing have some fresh air Ryan
couldn't wait to go back down on it.  Cory's dick had a new home deep
down in Ryan's greedy gullet.

The way the boy was working him made it awfully difficult for Cory to
keep his orgasm at bay.  Several times he'd willed himself to hold on,
thoroughly enjoying the dick loving he was being given.  But with Ryan
taking him oh-so-fucking deep, yanking on his bloated ball sac and making
all kinds of nasty sex sounds, Cory could only maintain his self control
for so long.

"Aw fuck, dude," he panted, his breathing becoming more and more ragged
and his body already beginning to tighten and convulse.  "Gonna fuckin'
cum!"

Ryan shifted into overdrive, literally slamming his face up and down on
the jerking python.  His lips slapped against Cory's pelvis as he face
fucked the agitated beef with reckless abandon.  With a wild, hoarse
shout Cory blew his first load deep down inside the throat of the other
boy, who quickly came up to take the next creamy shot right inside his
rapidly sucking mouth.  Cory's beefy body rose and fell with the
tremendous power of his massive ejaculations.  They came one after the
other, causing him to slam his head back against the log with each mind
boggling spasm.  If he didn't know better, Cory could have sworn he was
having some sort of convulsions; he'd never cum like this before!  Ryan
stayed with him, sucking up all the sweet warm ball juice gushing from
the sensitive cock head.  He swallowed volumes of heady jizz before the
flow began to finally taper off.  With Cory's sweaty body falling into
exhaustion, Ryan nursed the still-hard cock, not satisfied until he'd
drained the last succulent drop.

Finally managing to regain his breath, Cory cocked his head up and looked
across his sweat soaked body at the cute teen still loving his proud
piece.  "Damn," he smiled sexily.  "I can't wait to fuck you."




"RAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!"  The shrill voice of Cathy Giagianno was fairly
muffled by the sounds of the rowdy party, but she persisted.
 "RAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Big Jon turned from the conversation he was having with an especially
good-looking, potentially fuckable second cousin to his straight buddy
when he heard the drunken shriek.  Excusing himself, he made his way
through the crowd to the tipsy hostess.

"Cath, what's wrong?" he asked.  Hearing her name, Cathy turned to Jon.
Her momentary confusion dissolved into recognition as a big
smile brightened her face.  Throwing her arms around the handsome older
man, she hugged him close and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Jon, I'm so glad you came to our party!" she managed.  "But I can't find
my husband anywhere!"

Jon looked around, attempting to hold her steady.  "I'm sure he's around
here somewhere, babe.  Did you need him for something?  Maybe I can
help."

"You're soooo sweeeeeeeeet!" she grinned, hugging him again.  "We need to
find you a wife here.  Let's see; who do we have single here?"

"Cathy, Cathy," Jon took her by the arms.  "No matchmaking.  How many
times I have to tell you?   Now, what do you want with Ray?"

"With Ray?" She furrowed a brow in her Tequila glaze, her absent husband
already forgotten.  "I don't need him; what I need is another drink!"
And then she was off, presumably in pursuit of more liquor---something
she would undoubtedly regret in the morning.

The good-looking Italian he'd been chatting with was in the company of an
attractive redhead clad in a revealing, low-cut top.  Jon grinned as he
noticed the young stud's eyes wandering down into the broad's cleavage
every opportunity he got.  Jon hoped her heaving bosoms got the guy real
hot and horny; the more aroused the dark-haired buck became, the riper he
would be for Jon's picking.  The girl would string him along for awhile,
ultimately leaving the poor guy with a hard on aching for some
relief.  Big Jon, sexy bi fucker that he was, would saunter over to the
horned-up Guido same as he'd done with many straight studs before
and ease in to his tried-and-true spiel about the advantages of having a
fuck buddy.  After he'd managed to convince the hottie that being the
recipient of a nut-busting blow job wouldn't render him queer he'd offer
him a drive in his new sports car, take the handsome cousin to a secluded
area of the train station lot and convert him.  Once Jon got his gums
locked around that sweet Italian sausage and showed him some man lovin',
the twenty-one-year-old would never want lipstick lips on his
manhood again.

Jon's nasty thoughts had sprouted a semi-hard which snaked down one leg
of his shorts.  The partiers were so toasted by now and absorbed in their
own good time that he doubted any of them would be appalled by his
obvious arousal if they happened to glance down and notice.  He didn't
even attempt to camouflage the bulge by stuffing a hand in his pocket or
holding a beer in front of the zone.   Jon had a healthy piece of
all-American beef and he was damned proud of it---and just horny enough
to want to show it off a little.  One never knew what opportunities might
arise; there sure was more than enough sweaty testosterone floating
around the Giagianno back yard.

Tearing his eyes away from the charcoal-jawed distant cousin, Jon scanned
the crowd for a sign of his straight buddy but failed to come up with a
glimpse of Ray.  The stud wasn't at the barbeque pit, didn't appear to be
mingling on the porch, wasn't splashing in the pool and hadn't joined the
old fogies card game.  Seems that Cathy was right: her handsome hubby was
missing in action!  Of course, Jon realized, with a group this size the
good looking son of a bitch could just be blocked from his immediate
view.  Taking a swig from his bottle of beer, Jon decided to circulate
and see if he could locate the sexy motherfucker.  Last time he saw
Ray the beefy buck's wife was feeding him shooters.  Jon knew Ray rarely
drank and wondered if the guy had done too much and was passed out
somewhere.  Ray was no pussy but, as the saying goes, "the bigger they
come, the harder they fall."

Jon neared his Guido fantasy on his journey toward the house.
The redhead had been joined by a girl friend and they were both
outrageously flirting with the young stud.  With a sly grin Jon steered
himself to pass in a tight spot between the hot fuck and some heavyset
woman with her back to them.  With a polite "excuse me" Jon squeezed
between them, his firm ass brushing against the doughy melons of the
matron while his blazing hard on pressed against the tight, rounded ass
of the Italian stallion.

"Talk with you later, buddy," he said with a wink and a smile for the two
girls.  Guido looked over his shoulder and, recognizing Jon, gave him a
nod and grin, seemingly not realizing the cheap thrill he'd just given
the bi hunk.  Jon's eyes wandered down into the redhead's cleavage and
his cock did another excited little jump.  He could see why the Italian
was so mesmerized; the bitch had a great rack on her with big, ripe
nipples clearly visible through her top.  Moving along in his pursuit of
Ray, Jon considered adding the girl to the equation.  While she lay
across his back car seat, Jon could straddle her body fucking his cock
between the cleavage of those big, beautiful breasts while he
deep-throated the Italian hunk's tasty cock meat.

Mounting the three short steps up onto the redwood deck, Jon turned to
scan the yard from this vantage point but still failed to spot Ray.
Certain now that the stud had succumbed to the liquor he'd consumed, Jon
turned to enter the house.  At the far corner of the deck he observed an
obviously drunken Joey engaged in what appeared to be a bit of an
argument with his shrew wife while her ever-present friend Sammy stood at
Tracy's side.  Shaking his head, Jon wondered why the younger Giagianno
brother had ever married the bitch.  Some six months into their marriage
and they were already at each other's throats.  The little soccer stud
needed to man up, ditch the twat and follow in Jon's footsteps.  He might
be a few eggs short of a dozen, but Joey had more than proven himself
to be a voracious cock hound over the past few years.  Joey took cock up
the ass and down his throat like a seasoned pro, all the while
honestly believing Jon's fable that it was what real men---including his
big brother---did with each other.  Jon shuddered to think what might
happen if Joey ever found out he'd bullshitted him just to get a piece of
his hot, then-virgin ass.  Joey's hole certainly wasn't virgin any
longer---hell, Jon had discovered him flat on his back getting corn holed
by his buddy the night of his wedding reception.  Although the
muscle-bound buck seemed to have put buddy-sex on hold since his
marriage, with the way things appeared to be going, Jon was fairly
certain the dumb jock would be back in action fairly soon.  And Jon
wanted to be first in line; Joey made for perfect husband
material---a reality which was apparently lost on his bitchy bride.

There was some activity in the kitchen, but still no sign of the host.
After paying a visit to the bathroom to take a piss Jon peeked into the
living room, half expecting to find his fuck buddy sprawled out on the
sofa sleeping off his over-indulgence.  The living room was quiet and
empty.  Stepping into the front hall, Jon heard the sounds of chatter
from the teen agers gathered on the front porch away from the adults out
back.  While he stood there momentarily contemplating his next move, Jon
detected another sound.  He wasn't quite certain what it was or where it
came from, but he was reasonably sure it had not been from the kids
outdoors.  Stepping nearer the staircase he heard it again---a heavy sort
of breathing.  Ray had probably made it upstairs, nixed the rest of the
party and was stretched across his bed passed out and snoring from all
the booze.  Deciding he should check in on his buddy, Jon mounted the
stairs.

Stepping onto the upper landing he immediately turned toward the master
bedroom at the end of the hall.  A thick eyebrow raised as he detected
something dangling from the knob of the partially opened door.  The
sounds grew more intense as he approached the room, although now they
took on a different form.  It was much more than mere heavy breathing and
nothing at all like a drunken snore!  Reaching out, Jon removed the
garment from the door knob and held it up for inspection.  It was a
Speedo suit---one he could have sworn he'd seen earlier in the day but
didn't instantly associate with the owner.  With the pieces rapidly
falling together, Jon pushed the door wide open.  As it fell back on
quiet hinges he leaned a shoulder against the door frame with a wide grin
on his handsome face.  Curly haired Petie Stavros, the biggest slut he'd
ever had the pleasure of fucking, was straddled over a prone form
bouncing up and down on the huge cock embedded up his young ass.  And it
didn't take much for Jon to figure whose cock was deriving all the
pleasures contained way up there in Petie's pleasurable teen pussy.

Before either of them realized they'd been discovered Jon shut the door
and turned the lock to assure them utmost privacy.  Stripping himself
nude, the muscular middle-aged stud approached the Giagianno marriage bed
and crawled up behind Petie.  His arms encircled the toned teen's sweaty
body, latching onto his pert nipples and tweaking them while his wet
tongue invaded the cavity of Petie's ear.  Petie felt a hard, dripping
cock pressed up against his lower back and turned his head to learn the
identity of the impressive cocksman.  He had barely broken a welcoming
smile when Jon shoved his tongue into Petie's mouth and kissed him
hungrily.

His big hands were all over Petie, caressing his young flesh and playing
with his painfully hardened teen cock and tightened balls.  Breaking the
kiss, he rested his chin on the Greek boy's shoulder and looked down
at Ray.  With twinkling eyes and a big dumb grin on his face, Ray grinded
his groin into the sopping snatch pressed tightly down upon him and
placed his man's hands on Petie's slim hips to hold him in place.

"Jon, you sumbitch!  Where in hell'd you come from?  Great fuckin' party
ain't it?"

"Great party, buddy," Jon agreed while he continued to manhandled Petie.
"Your wife's out there downin' margaritas like no tomorrow and you're up
here fuckin' the town slut while your mother, father, brother---hell,
your whole fuckin' family and friends---are right outside.  Looks to me
like you're havin' all the fun!"

"You know Petie?" Ray asked, graciously realizing he hadn't made
introductions.  "Petie, this is my buddy Jon.  We know each other a long,
long time."

"Oh, I know Petie," Jon responded, tightening his hold on the sexy teen.
"Fucked him the night of Joey's wedding, right upstairs in the reception
hall.  He's got a hot little pussy there, doesn't he?"

"An' a hot fuckin' mouth, too," Ray piped in, quickly adding, "Almost as
good as yours, buddy.  You mean ta tell me you fucked his ass at Joey's
weddin' after you finished suckin' me off in the john?"

Petie looked from Ray to Jon and then back again.  "You two......  You're
fuck buddies?" he asked incredulously.

"That's right, Petie," Jon admitted.  He was pumping his stiff erection
against the Greek teen's lower back and leaking a hefty dose of slick
pre-cum.  "Me and Ray been secret fuck buddies for years.  We can trust
you, right Petie?"

"Fuck yeah!"  Petie shouted.  "I won't tell no one!  That's so fuckin'
hot.  Two handsome, hung men like you guys.  Fuck!  It's enough to make
me fuckin' cum right now."  Petie momentarily thought about his own fuck
buddy, Ray's brother Joey, and wondered if he even knew.

"You want a piece of this, Dad?" Ray offered good naturedly, using the
pet name he'd given Jon many years ago.

Jon gave the good looking son of a bitch a wide, toothy smile.  "Long as
you don't mind sharin'.  What say we do him together?"

"Huh?" both Petie and Ray echoed in unison.

Jon's strong hands grasped Petie under the buttocks and lifted him up and
almost off Ray's hefty impaler.  Scooting in closer, he pressed his own
meaty member against the vein-engorged, throbbing erection of his sexy
buddy.  Having already figured out what was coming Petie excitedly held
his own weight over the dual cocks, rendering Jon's hands free to grasp
both mammoth weapons and hold them tightly together.  The thick cord on
the underside of Ray's beautiful boner pulsed wickedly against Jon's main
vein.

With his gaze still fixed on Ray's smoldering, sexy hazel eyes Jon
whispered to Petie, "Drop!"  An obedient Petie squatted lower and felt
the two fat cock heads knock against his always-open back door.  Wiggling
his little ass around, Petie managed to successfully swallow the twin
helmets between ass lips already loosened by the nice rough fuck Ray had
earlier thrown him.  The curly haired Greek's tongue lolled out of his
wet, panting mouth as he steadily lowered himself on the thick columns of
heated male flesh sinking deeper and deeper inside him.  The big manly
cocks spread his teen pussy impossibly wide, the one-eyed heads probing
far up into his mushy guts.  As he neared the final few inches Petie just
dropped like a dead weight, spearing himself to the max on his favorite
cuts of juicy beef.

"Ahhh, yeah!" Jon exhaled, tossing his head back on his shoulders and
once again encircling Petie's toned upper body with his muscular arms.
It was the ultimate thrill for him to be buried up inside the wanton
whore alongside the powerful cock of his beloved best fuck buddy.

Ray found himself pressing his entire body into the mattress beneath
him.  Even in his semi-intoxicated state, he could hardly believe what
had just occurred.  The virile stud had experienced a great many things
in his relatively short life time, but this was something entirely new to
him.  He would never have thought that anyone, male or female, could take
as much meat at one time as the Stavros teen had done.  Petie's teen ass
was so fucking tight now---much tighter than before---and maddeningly
flexing around his and Jon's rock-hard cocks.  He could sense an intense
heat radiating from Jon's stiff member pressed so tightly up against his
own and believed he actually felt the pulse of the other man's rapidly
beating heart through his penis.  A sudden wetness washed over his
throbbing member and Ray instantly knew he and Jon were both oozing
excited pre-cum up in Petie's belly.  Much as he fought to admit it, Ray
was deeply aroused by all these new forbidden sensations.

Petie began to move again, raising himself up a few inches and then
dropping back down until he felt the wiry hairs of their scrotums against
his butt checks.  He was careful not to come up too far and risk losing
one or the other of the thick pleasure tools.  Petie had only fantasized
about being fisted, but this reality seemed even better.  Both thick
hard cocks pressed together had to be the equal of a corded, manly
forearm.  Petie ooh-ed and aah-ed as he repeatedly rose and fell on the
double dongs, audibly gasping when the leaking heads punched him deep in
the gut.  Getting double done by these two was preferable to the sessions
he'd had at college with the Dean and his Professor.  Those two were only
average at best; Ray and Jon were built like the mythical gods of his
Greek ancestry.

Grasping Petie by the hips, Jon halted the boy in mid-ride and took over
the hot action.  Thrusting his pelvis upward, Jon fucked his bi-dick into
the slut's crowded chasm.  His heavy piece glided along the underside of
Ray's he-man rod, forcing the other man to emit a surprised moan.
Smiling at his straight buddy's reaction, Jon began to fuck his tool in
and out of Petie's cunt.  His fat cock slid along Ray's pulsating pecker,
massaging all the sensitive nerves running just beneath its heated
surface.  He was fucking Ray every bit as much as he was fucking
Petie---and loving every lusty moment of it.

"Hang on to that slut, Dad!" Ray growled and, coming up on his elbows,
slammed his cock up into Petie's fuck hole with terrific force.  Jon
countered with a wicked thrust of his own.  Allowing their massive
weapons to harvest deep inside the teen for a brief time, their eyes were
carefully trained on each other as if anticipating the next move.  Then,
together, they slowly withdrew their cocks as one, inch after
ass-wrecking inch being sucked out of Petie's stretched hole until their
cock heads threatened to break free.  Jon's eyes twinkled mischievously
as he attempted to read Ray's intentions, savoring the sensation of
Petie's twitching ass lips kissing just under the rim of their helmets.

It was a slight flexing that alerted Jon to the next move, and he joined
his buddy in stuffing both their cocks back up into the hot, yawning
cavern.  Each man released a masculine sigh when their tools bottomed out
inside the agile athlete, sweaty scrotums pressed together under the
boy.  This time Ray dislodged his prominent pecker solo, practically
yanking it out of Petie and then proceeded to rapidly rabbit fuck up into
the boy cunt.  Ramming his fat hog in and out of the steamy hole, Ray
watched Jon's dreamy reaction as he pounded against his buried
pole.  When Ray rested his glorious, sweaty ass back down on the rumpled
sheets, Jon took over with the fucking.  Sensing they both needed to
catch their breaths, Petie eventually turned himself into a human pogo
stick and rode both cocks fast and hard.  They were a well-synchronized
fucking machine, each taking a turn at being the aggressor and then
working as fuck partners as they neared orgasm.

Delirious in his sexual bliss, Petie's curly head lolled about on his
shoulders like a rag doll, mumbling incoherently and sweating like an
overworked race horse.  His teen cock bobbed up and down with all the
wild movements, his ball sac slapping against Ray's tight abdominals.
When his body began to convulse, both men knew the teen had been fucked
beyond the point of return.  Biting his lower lip, Ray slipped into
overdrive, slamming his hips up against the basketball athlete
and tearing up his ravaged asshole.  Still fucking the boy himself, Jon's
hand had barely wrapped itself around Petie's dick and given him a few
helpful strokes when the teen shot a massive bolt of white hot jizz clear
across Ray's muscular chest.  The first blast landed dead center in the
straight man's deep pec cleavage while the remainder coated his ripped,
heaving six pack.  Running a hand over the warm white wash, Jon brought
it up to Petie's mouth to feed the slut his own tasty spoils.

"Fuck, here it comes!" Ray growled as his hips continued to slam up hard
against Jon's cock buried in Petie's joy hole.  Both Jon and Petie
watched with amazement as every defined muscle in Ray's masculine body
tensed and quivered.  The sexy stud's eyes were screwed tightly shut,
his teeth gnashing together as his sweaty head whipped to and fro on the
fluffy pillow beneath him.  With a long, guttural moan that seemed
to rise from somewhere deep in his strong chest, Ray scalded Petie's
rectal walls with power charged bursts of straight man cum.  Wave after
wave of creamy sauce erupted from his studly cock, liberally dousing
Jon's trembling pecker and soothing the fuck fire in Petie's hungry
pussy.

Ray was still leaking the last of his man seed when Jon let out a
strangled cry.  Throwing his head back he pumped Petie with a few more
short strokes and let loose with his own pent-up load.  Ray's cock
swelled excitedly as he felt his buddy's hot fluids splash against
him, combining with his own spent cum in Petie's fuck hole.  For a guy
fairly close to fifty years of age, Jon proved himself to be quite virile
with the seemingly unending supply of ball juice which continued to shoot
from his cock stalk.  Petie's ass was drenched in rich cum, making it
easier for the two men to move their cocks against each other inside
him.  Basking in a smoldering sexual afterglow the two men inspected each
other with glazed, lusty eyes---Petie relegated to a mere instrument of
their new bonding.  Whether it was the booze, his heightened sexual
arousal or a combination of both, Ray had to admit (if only to himself)
that Jon's cock felt awfully good sliding around against his.  He knew
damned well it wasn't supposed to be macho---had been raised to believe
the opposite---but right now it sure as hell felt like the manliest
of things to do.



Having just received the shock of his young life discovering his father
engaging in wild wanton sex with Petie Stavros' father, Trevor Davidson
continued to watch outside his grandmother's bedroom door as both men
hungrily sucked face and groped each other's naked flesh.  Reluctantly he
reached forward to grasp the door knob and slowly pulled the door to an
almost closed position, just as he'd first discovered it.  Fingering his
boy hole, which Trevor had just vacated, Tyler looked over at his twin
with disappointment.  Placing a finger to his lips Trevor nodded in the
direction of their shared bedroom down the hallway.

They were just about to move when Trevor spotted the load of cum Tyler
had deposited all over the hard wood floor in front of the door.  If one
of the two men stepped barefoot onto the gooey mess, it might spell
exposure for the boys.  Grasping Tyler by the back of the neck, Trevor
directed his attention to the dilemma.  With a quick look at his brother
Tyler dropped to the floor on all fours and piggishly scarfed up his
spent semen.  Trevor was getting hard all over again looking at his bro's
pretty ass propped up like that while he cleaned the floor of evidence.
Wiping the back of a hand across his face, Tyler cast Trev an adorable
smile when he saw the effect he'd had on the other boy.  Offering a hand,
Trevor helped Tyler to his feet and led the way to their room.

Tyler threw himself across the bed once they were safely behind the
closed door, hugging pillows and grinding his pelvis into the sheets
while Trevor dug some shorts and shirts out of the dresser.

"That was so hot!" he gushed.  "Who'd have ever thought Dad would take a
dick up his ass?  He seems like such a ladies man, all macho and stuff
with all those skin mags we find in his drawers.  And all the while he
gets down on cock!   He must be bi, what d'you think, Trev?"

"At least now we know where you get your talent from," Trevor grinned in
a hushed tone.  "And keep your voice down, bro.  You want them to find us
before we have a chance to sneak out?"  He had already donned a pair of
shorts and was trying like hell to conceal his healthy boy prick, which
was still youthfully erect.

"I don't care if Dad finds out what we saw," Tyler challenged with his
chin thrust out.  "I mean, did you get a good look at his body?  Our
father is so fucking hot!  For years I've been beating off thinking about
him, trying to get glimpses of him nude around the house.  And then to
find him in grandma's room, buck naked and fucking!  I couldn't keep my
eyes off his cock; it looked so big and thick and manly and shot a mean
load!  Boy, I'd sure love to have him fuck me with that nice cock of his
and fill me up with his daddy cream!"

"Fuck yeah, bro!   And I'd like to get in that strong, tight-looking ass
of his," Trevor countered.  "Dad looks like he takes a good hard fuck,
just like a real  man.  Fuck, I can just imagine getting between those
hunky thighs of his and slipping my meat into his hot man hole.  I'd
probably cum before I even got to pump him a few times.  The first time,
at least.  After that I'd be able to fuck him good and hard and last a
long while, listenin' to him beggin' me to shoot him full of my hot cum!"

Tyler rose to his knees excitedly, his teen prick hard as rock.  "How can
we do it, Trev? Do you think we could ever make it happen?"

"Dunno, dude."  Then, tossing some clothes at the other boy, "Get dressed
so's we can get out of here and find Petie.  He's gonna go mad-crazy when
he finds out that his old man's been buggerin' our old man.  And if
anybody can help us figure this out, it's Petie!"

While the two adults licked each other clean of sweat and cum in another
room, the twins finished dressing and quietly slipped out of the house to
rejoin the barbeque.  Petie, of course, was no where in sight when they
entered the back yard.  Trevor gave Tyler a jab of the elbow and nodded
his head to a place across the lawn where Petie's mother, Spiros'
unsuspecting wife, held court.  A knowing smile crossed their cute faces
as they reached for a soda and chose a spot to rest within clear view of
the back gate, watching for the return of theirs and Petie's father.



"I can't wait to fuck you!"  Cory Evans smiled at Ryan Sullivan, his blue
eyes sparkling with sexual mischief.   With dick in mouth Ryan grinned
back, then playfully swallowed Cory's spent serpent back down his throat
and watched the sexy blonds anticipated reaction.

"Fuck, dude!" Cory sighed huskily.  "Didn't you get enough?"  With fat
cock lodged firmly in his throat, Ryan shook his head from side to side.

Cory laughed aloud and leaned forward to grasp Ryan under the arm pits
and force him off his steamy crotch.  "I'd love to fuck you right now,
but we better get back to the barbeque.  Your Dad's prob'ly wonderin'
where you got off to."

Looking up at the blond banged Viking-type, Ryan had the look of
unfettered lust in his eyes.  "Maybe later, if they're all drunked up, we
can sneak off again.  I want to feel that mother fucker charging up my
little ass."

Cory liked Ryan's enthusiasm.  "We'll see, dude.  We'll see."

Hand washing themselves with cool water from the stream, the boys
reluctantly dressed and headed back to the path which led out of the
thicket and onto Mansgrove Lane.  Just as they were nearing the block
Ryan stepped in front of Cory, stopping him in his tracks.

"Dude, didn't you say you were going to NYU in a couple of weeks?" he
asked with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I was s'posed to go to Texas, but the folks shot me down."

Reaching down to grope Cory's abundant bulge, Ryan continued on.  "Good
thing they did.  Cos, you see, I live in the Bronx and NYU's only a train
ride away....."

A wide smile spread across Cory's handsome face as he gave Ryan's
buttocks a firm squeeze before urging him back to the festivities at the
Giagianno house.   The summer semester was shaping up nicely, indeed.



After dislodging himself from the two hefty cocks which had royally
fucked his ass, Petie Stavros got down and licked both big knobs clean.
Somehow he managed to stuff them into his stretched mouth and glide his
wet tongue around both heads, so intent on his mission that he failed
to notice the intense hungry stare passing between the two men.  He
noisily licked them from stem to stern, even lapping up spent cum and
sweat from their hairy ball bags and dipping into the trench leading to
their manly ass holes.

"Enough, Petie!" Ray finally commanded.  "We gotta get back before my
wife comes lookin'.  You get dressed and go down first."

Petie began to protest but, reluctantly accepting that the moment had to
end sometime, gave each cock one final sloppy kiss and bounced up from
the over-worked mattress.  Slipping into his skimpy Speedo, Petie
adjusted his cock and balls and gave the studs a wholesome smile.

"Thanks, that was awesome!" he gushed.  "Hope we can do it again sometime
soon before I go back to school."  With a final appraising look at hunky
Ray the contented little slut unlocked the door and slipped out into the
hallway.

Lying across the foot of the bed on his side and propped up on one elbow,
Jon gave Ray a wide smile.  "Fine time to worry about the wife coming up
those stairs---as if she could."

Ray cupped his head in the palms of his hands and crossed his
outstretched legs at the ankles, grinning sheepishly.  "Had to get rid of
the little slut somehow."

"Didn't know you and Petie were so well acquainted," Jon probed, his eyes
devouring every sweat-drenched inch of hunky muscle laid out before
him.

"Kid's been after me ever since I fucked him down in the kitchen well
over a year ago," Ray revealed, staring absently up at the ceiling.
"Been holdin' out---him bein' Joey's friend and all---but he pushed me
too fuckin' far today."

"As if you have a problem throwin' him a fuck," Jon chided.  "You're so
fuckin' horny all the time, you'll fuck anything with a hot hole."

Ray raised his head to look over the contours of his prone body at the
older man.  "You ain't getting jealous on me, are you Dad?"

"Not so long as you remember who your main fuck buddy is," Jon winked.
"Besides, that kid is one hot fuck.  I'm happy as shit we got the chance
to share him, your dick right there next to mine plowin' his young
pussy."

"You liked that shit---rubbin' your dick all over mine---didn't you, you
queer bastard," Ray challenged him.

"You tryin' to say you didn't?" Jon countered good naturedly.

Ray absented reached down to fondle his meat.  "Might have been all
that tequila, but it sure as shit felt good, both of us fuckin' that
little jock."  Then quickly rising up on both elbows, bicep muscles
bulging, he asked concernedly, "Say, you don't think he's ever tried
anything with Joey, do you?"

Jon was speechless for a moment.  If only Ray knew that his macho little
brother was no stranger to cock lust, an equal opportunity whore master
nearly as insatiable as young Petie.  "C'mon, Ray, you know Joey.  Do you
think he's fuckin' his little buddy right under your nose?"

"Nah, guess not," Ray appeared relieved.  "Suppose I should get back to
the party and see what's goin' on.  Joey's probably heaving into the
bushes by now; he looked like he was getting toasted.  And Cath's
probably not too far behind him."

"Yeah, guess we can't hang up here much longer," Jon sighed, his eyes
sweeping over Ray's perfectly sculpted, sweat sheened body once more.
Ray easily caught his gaze.

"Talk about me being a horny fuck!"  Ray swung his thick legs over the
side of the bed and reached for his tightie whities.  Stepping into the
leg holes and standing to bring them up over his strong, hairy thighs, he
looked over one rounded shoulder at his fuck buddy.  "Why don't you hang
out after everybody's gone and help me with the clean up?  Cath's gonna
be passed the fuck out by then and will be pretty much useless."

"Somethin' tells me that back yard's gonna look pretty much the same
tomorrow morning," Jon said with a wide grin.

Hiking up his shorts, Ray's dimples deepened as he smiled mischievously.
"I'm gonna fuck your bi ass right out there on the picnic table under the
stars."

Jon glided off the bed and began gathering up his strewn clothes.  "Then
I say we get down there and start wrapping up this party!"

Ray rejoined the festivities first, with Jon following a few moments
later, to discover that some of the guests had already begun to
depart.  As time passed, the party wound down considerably.  Brandon
Davidson was one of the last to remain, offering his assistance in
setting the Giagianno back yard to rights.  Ray politely declined the
offer from the hot blond he'd been fucking all summer and walked him to
the gate.  The Davidson twins were on the front porch, deep in
conversation with Petie Stavros, who'd made a last-minute decision to
spend the night at his grandfather's house next door.  After what he'd
just learned from the twins, Petie had a brand new appreciation of their
father.  Brandon collected his boys and headed across the street, curious
about the strange look he'd noticed from the Stavros boy.  After watching
them off Petie considered passing through the gate one more time to find
his main man but, deciding not to press his luck any further, instead
shuffled down the sidewalk to the elder Stavros' home.  He hoped that his
grandfather was still awake and waiting for him with hard-on at the
ready.

A sloshed Cathy Giagianno insisted Jon stay the night and, after making a
feeble attempt at some tidying up, soon wobbled off into the house to
check up on her children and crash into her bed.

Tidying up the grill, big Ray looked across the wreckage of the lawn and
smiled broadly at his bi buddy Jon, who was lounging back on a chair with
beer in one hand and massaging his crotch with the other while he ogled
the ethnic hunk.

The party wasn't over quite yet.  Not by a long shot.