Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2017 07:33:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: jon royale <jonroyale@optonline.net>
Subject: STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY 28: CUMMING OF AGE

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #28: CUMMING OF AGE
by Jon Royale

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


It had done nothing but rain during the majority of the Spring season along
the notheastern coastal corridor and this day proved to be yet another
drencher.  If he were back in the Biblical days, Vincent Giagianno would
have taken to building his own Ark in preparation for the impending
flood. He certainly would have had the time.  As foreman for the road
maintenance crew there really wasn't a heck of a lot of work for him or his
staff.  They were supposed to be tearing up an old stretch of roadway
running parallel to the Parkway and laying new pavement.  But, with the
rains, what should have been a two-to-three week job had stretched into an
impossible two months.  It would be the dog days of summer before they ever
got on with the project!

The windshield wipers flipped back and forth, clearing the line of vision
as he maneuvered his pickup off the highway and onto the feeder road that
would lead home.  It was only early afternoon but Vincent had cut out of
work early.  There wasn't much doing anyway and his second man, a young
go-getter, could easily handle things while Vinnie burned off half a
personal day.  With the wife at work it would be nice to sit back and relax
in relative peace and quiet for awhile.  Truth be told, the game had gone
into extra innings last night and Vinnie had stayed up to witness the
outcome.  The bums had lost it in the end and it was going on one o'clock
before he finally hefted himself into bed for a little shut eye.

The upcoming weekend was going to be a busy one.  Vincent's grandson R.J.,
short for Raymond Jr., turned eighteen this very day.  The family had
planned the celebration for Saturday, a big Giagianno-style barbeque in the
back yard of their home on Mansgrove.  With the weather always ominous
these days they'd rented canopies and tents and Vincent was expected there
early in the morning to help set up.  Vincent had to shake his head
thinking about how quickly time had gone by.  While he hadn't been in the
kid's life early on they'd managed to bond over the past few years.  Ray-J,
as the other teens called him, had turned out to be a good kid, both smart
and athletic.  There'd been a little trouble earlier in the year but that
had all been straightened out.  Heck, he wouldn't be a Giagianno if he
didn't sow some wild oats.  Vincent had certainly done enough of that
himself.

He wasn't much older that RJ himself when he knocked up that Puerto Rican
cunt Sonia and got railroaded into marrying her by his old man, rest his
soul.  Sonia was a selfish, status-climbing twat---but she sure knew how to
fuck and she seemed to thrive on Vincent's randy prong.  A healthy sex life
was the only thing the couple had going for them, resulting in two more
bambinos before Vincent took a hike.  If he ever had been in love with
Sonia he fell out of it when he met Maria, the sweet Cuban payroll girl.
Maria had relationship troubles of her own and shared them with an
interested Vincent.  They grew closer and closer with each passing day
until they realized that they needed to be together all the time.  It took
some doing but eventually they both got out of their other relationships
and were wed.

Vincent still suffered pangs of remorse over leaving his children to
selfishly pursue his own desire.  In the beginning things were strained
between him and his oldest son, Ray, who was only thirteen at the time.
Vince was proud of the way Ray stepped up to the plate, appointing himself
man of the house and taking care of his younger brother and sister.  The
relationship between them was strained for a long time and only began to
heal when Ray became a father himself.  Joey and Sharyn, his other
children, were way too young to even remember him as part of their family
and accepted him more easily as they matured.  Vince was grateful that he
had become a part of their life when it easily could have gone the other
way.

Marrying Maria meant taking on a ready-made family.  She already had two
young boys of her own and a newborn when they met.  The older boys took to
him readily but, as he grew, the younger one never seemed to cotton to
Vince.  He couldn't quite understand it since he treated all of the boys as
if they were his own.  Try as he might to include him, young Carlos
remained distant.

That was over twenty-four years ago and things had not changed all that
much.  The love had faded, as it often does, but he and Maria remained
together out of a sense of habit.  The middle son was now married and
living up north with his first baby on the way.  The eldest was out of the
house, too.  He'd landed himself a nice paying job with an enterprising
company in the city and was doing well for himself.  Vince suspected he was
something of a player with the ladies, a trait which they had in common.
Even during his marriage to Sonia Vince rarely turned down any sweet
smelling snatch thrown his way.

Carlos was another matter entirely.  He'd be twenty five on his next
birthday and the young man showed absolutely no ambition.  Vince blaimed
Maria for having coddled the boy all through his formative years.  Carlos
worked a part time job at one of those designer clothing stores at the mall
pulling in no more than twenty-something hours per week.  He slept through
his days and spent what little he made clubbing all night.  The party boy
seemed to have a lot of friends but no real girl friend.  He was a good
looking Cuban boy, maybe too good looking, and spent a fair amount of time
on his appearance.  Once a week he was at the salon getting his hair buzzed
fashionably close to the scalp, taking facials, manicures and pedicures and
having his eyebrows waxed to a precise thin line.  Vince found it all
unmanly but kept his tongue.  Maria didn't suffer any negative remarks
about her "baby."  In fact, it was Vincent's strong suspicion that her
money paid for all of Carlos' primping.

Vincent rounded the curve and turned onto his street, hoping he'd arrive to
an empty house so he could have some much-needed alone time.  He was
disappointed to see Carlos' brilliant red sports car, an expensive jalopy
Maria had bought for his twenty-third birthday, parked in the driveway.
'Why couldn't the welcher have been working this one fucking day?' Vince
wondered as he pulled in next to the flashy sports car and turned off the
ignition.  He supposed it really didn't matter, though. Carlos was probably
behind his bedroom door getting his beauty rest before the night's events.

Vincent let himself in through the garage like he always did, depositing
his mucky work boots on the matt Maria had put there years ago just outside
the door to the house.  Once inside he tossed his keys into the basket on
the nearby counter, another one of Maria's ideas after hearing him complain
once too often about losing them.  Shuffling on stocking feet into the
kitchen he pulled open the refrigerator door and, after a quick scan,
settled on a nice cool beer.  Popping the top he took a long swallow,
belched loudly and swiped the back of a hand across his wet lips.  Getting
out of his rain dampened work clothes and taking a leisurely hot shower
sounded good to Vincent so he made his way to the stairway in the main hall
with beer in tow.

As he mounted the steps he paused a moment upon hearing sounds from the
upper floor.  There was music coming from one of the rooms.  It wasn't
stereo music; more like background from the television.  Vincent shook his
head and continued his ascent.  The lazy good-for-nothing bum was lounging
up there watching the t.v. when he should be out earning an honest buck.
Reaching the upper landing he turned the master bedroom and was about to
enter when another sound stopped him in his tracks.  It was groaning---male
groaning---coming from the television sound track.  The fucking Cuban kid
was spending his rainy afternoon watching porn!

Later he wasn't sure what possessed him but Vincent found himself padding
down the carpeted corridor to the partially open door at the end of the
hall.  Placing his big fingers against the panel he silently pushed it open
a few inches more.  His brown eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene
being played out on the television monitor.  It was a sex film, alright,
but not like anything he'd ever seen before!  The scene was a cheaply
constructed road construction site.  A buck naked young dark haired man,
who looked to be no older than twenty-one, was leaning over a road
barricade while, behind him, a gruff older man was roughly fucking him up
the ass!  Stunned, Vince realized it was no cable movie; this was a porn
dvd Carlos was watching.  His eyes shifted to the other side of the room
and what he saw there made his heart thunder in his chest.

Carlos was naked as the day he was born, head down on the pillow and up on
his knees facing away from him and shoving a flesh-toned dildo in and out
of his obviously-shaved ass hole.  The Cuban was moaning along with the kid
on the disc as he frantically worked himself with the rubber toy with one
hand while he stroked his hard-on wih the other.  And, as if that weren't
enough, the young man began muttering obscene sex words.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me!" he groaned.  "Fuck me, Papi!  Big strong fuckin' daddy
dick!  Fuck me, Vinnie!  Vinnie! Vinnie!"

Vincent's mouth went dry and his cock grew instantly hard.  The premise of
the film: road construction.  Younger man/older stud.  Carlos shouting out
his name as he plowed his nether regions.  It was all suddenly obvious.
Carlos was fantasizing that it was him, his stepfather, fucking him
senseless!

Suddenly enraged and filled with an unspeakable lust Vincent pushed the
door open all the way and advanced on his wife's pride and joy.  Before
Carlos even knew what was happening he had him by the back of the head to
keep him from getting away and, with the other hand, he ripped the rubber
cock out of Carlos' abused hole.  It was an ugly thing, thick and long with
pronounced exaggerated veins running all over it.  Holding it by the base
Vincent whacked it against Carlo's smooth butt cheeks.  Carlos squirmed,
stunned at this turn of events, and tried to get loose from his
as-yet-unidentified captor.

"What the---!  Lemme go!" he wailed.  Vincent responded by beating his ass
again with the fake cock.

"All this time, I shoulda known you were queer!" Vincent announced in his
deeply masculine voice.  All at once Carlos stopped thrashing about,
horrified at the realization that he'd been discovered by his step father.
The same handsome, manly step father he'd fantasized about since the time
he reached puberty.

"Vin-Vinnie?" he managed.  "I--I---" But there were no words of explanation
necessary.

"You like getting fucked, Carlito?  Huh?  Is this what you do all day while
your mother and I are working to keep a roof over your lazy-ass?"  Whack!
The dildo slammed heavily against his buttocks again, leaving a red mark in
its wake.

Carlos heaved on the bed, trying to get some kind of purchase to free
himself.  "Let me go!" he shouted once again.

"Why would I want to do that?" Vince teased, then imitated the young man.
"Fuck me, Papi Vinnie! Fuck me up my faggot ass!"  Carlos was numbed by his
step father's words.  "You want to get fucked? Well, here it comes boy.
You're gonna get fucked!"  With that he pressed the blunt head of the
rubber cock up against Carlos' dilated hole and roughly shoved it straight
in to the base.  Carlos bucked on the bed and wailed at the crude
intrusion.  Holding the dildo by the base Vincent twisted it around inside
the young man, perversely delighted at the way Carlos' body writhed in
reaction.  He pulled the whole thing clear out and then, before Carlos' ass
lips had a second to even think about regrouping, slammed it back in.
Again and again his strong arm manipulated the device, giving Carlos the
kind of dildo fuck he'd never given himself before.

Carlos was screwed, literally, and he knew it.  He'd been caught red handed
flogging himself while loudly fantasizing about his mother's hunky husband.
Ever since he was a young boy Carlos had been stealing glances at the
muscular hunk and imaging what it would be like to be forceably taken by
him.  Although he pretended indifference toward the man Carlos could find
none other as desirable, with the possible exception of his two equally
studly sons, Carlos' step brothers Ray and Joey.  In his wildest
masturbatory fantasies he was the center piece of an orgy with all three of
the Giagianno bucks, taking their hard Italian sausages in every orifice he
had to offer and drowning in their rich manly cum.

Yet now, pinned to the bed by one strong arm while the other raped his hot
hole with his favorite dildo, Carlos was strangely frightened.  Fantasy was
one thing, but the reality of his situation was quite another.  Vinnie was
a big, burly man with a hot Italian temper and Carlos, although he spent a
fair amount of his spare time at the gym, would be no match for him if
things got ugly.  But every time the fake veiny cock slid over his prostate
Carlos couldn't help but dreamily roll his eyes and whimper his pleasure.
Vincent, easily catching on to Carlos' submission, smiled evily.

"You like this shit, don't you, faggot?"  he growled.  Carlos moaned and
squirmed in response.  "While me and your mother are out there every day
sweating our asses off on the job here you are fucking yourself with a cock
toy.  Probably even paid for by your mother's hard earned money.  Or mine.
Out there just about every night at those discos probably picking up other
queers to fuck you while we're tryin' to catch some shut eye so's we can be
bright eyed for the next day at work.  Ain't that right, Carlito?"  He
slammed the dildo up Carlos' ass especially hard, causing the young man to
cry out at the intrusion.

"Yes!  Fuck you, yes!" he wailed.

"Fuck me?" Vinnie repeated, incensed by Carlos' disrepect.  "Fuck you,
faggot!"  He revved up the intensity, rapidly thrusting the unit fully up
Carlos' chute and then out again, his muscular arm getting almost as much
of a workout as his stepson's ravaged man-puss.  Carlos bucked against the
assault, desperately trying to free himself from Vinnie's grasp but the
older man had him sufficiently pinned to the spot.

"Tell me, boy!  I wanna hear!" Vinnie demanded, never missing a beat in his
fevered fucking.  "You and your faggot friends suck and fuck each other
after the disco.  Or do you pick up some other young dude you don't know?
Huh?  Tell me!"

"No," Carlos panted.  "You got it all wrong, Vinnie!  I swear!  Me and my
friends don't get it on.  Not with each other.  Please, slow down!
Pleeeeeeeeeassse!"

Vincent failed to heed his request, ramming the dildo headlong between
Carlos' smooth pussy lips.  "Tell me who you fuck!" he shouted.

"Men," Carlos managed.  "Men who go to the clubs.  Older men.  Daddies."

"Got a Daddy complex, do you, boy?" Vinnie chuckled.  "Your own Daddy took
off and left your ass high and dry and now you're lookin' for Daddies in
all those queer clubs?  Is that right?

"YESSSS!" the Cuban stud screamed.  "Are you happy?  I'm screwing all those
men looking for a replacement Daddy.  Now let me go!"

Vinnie paused a moment, the dildo motionless as it held far up in Carlos'
rectum.  "But you found him!  He was here all the fuckin' time.  Me, your
Step Daddy.  I'm gonna fuck this ass of yours good and hard, slut, and
teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Carlos was floored.  Straining his neck, he looked over his shoulder at the
handsome older man and instantly knew from the savage look in Vincent's
eyes that he meant business.  Although startled by this turn of events, he
was nevertheless consumed with the thrill of sexual anticipation combined
with the promise of danger.  Although not biologically, for all intents and
purposes Vinnie was the only father figure he'd ever had.  His own father
deserted them when he was still in the womb, for crap's sake!  They might
never have gotten along---and Vinnie sure hadn't tried all that hard
(perhaps because he knew Carlos wasn't from his own seed)---but the man was
still his stepfather.  His mother's husband!  In his fantasies he'd been
fucked by the macho stud thousands of times in any variety of locations and
positions and now, unexpectedly, it was becoming a reality!

Carlos didn't really get laid as much as his stepfather assumed.  Not that
he couldn't have.  He was a good looking young man who paid much attention
to his physical appearance.  He didn't much like working out, but he sure
appreciated the results to his body and, besides, there was much eye candy
at the gym.  Because he was considered handsome and realized he could hook
nearly anyone he wanted, Carlos was something of a snob.  His criteria for
a fuck partner ran very high.  His small circle of friends named him
"Princess."  Only tough, macho, hard-bodied older straight men need apply
for a shot at Carlos' pristine hole.  There had been a few: the fire Chief
in town, two married fathers on the local baseball team, the foreman of the
landscaping crew at the apartment complex two blocks over, two (or was it
three) traveling businessmen he'd encountered in a short stint as a waiter
at the Sheraton and the stud who'd taken his cherry---Carlos' high school
track coach.

With a savage snarl Vinnie yanked the dildo from Carlos' fuck hole and
tossed it across the room.  The heavy piece connected with the dresser top
and scattered bottles of cologne and lotions like bowling pins.  Vinnie
slapped his blue-collar hands on Carlos' taut buttocks and used big thumbs
to part his cheeks.  For the first time the older man realized how smooth
and hairless his stepson's ass really was.  The fucking kid even shaved
down there, creating for himself a totally bald pussy!  Rubbing his fingers
around the perimeter of the teen cunt Vinnie couldn't even detect any
semblance of stubble; Carlos did an expert job of keeping himself
tantalizingly smooth.  It was a turn on for Vincent, who always was
appreciative of a bald snatch.  He wasn't fond of plucking hairs from his
teeth during or after fine dining.

Upon first encountering his stepson in a compromising position Vincent had
been prepared to punish and ostrasize him; now he found himself consumed
with a ravenous appetite.  In all his fifty-four years he had never touched
another man.  Never even thought about it.  He was a straight shooter.  But
with that fine pink ass staring him in the face, juicy melons that belonged
to his wife's son, Vincent's lust was uncontrollable.  Wrapping a strong,
hairy arm under the young man's taut mid-section he lifted Carlos' lower
body so that his ass was higher in the air, palmed his cheeks wider apart
and, with a savage growl, dove in.

Carlos' mind was whirling when he felt his stepfather's stubbled cheeks
against his gym-toned ass cakes and the wet tongue slobbering over his hot
hole.  His pretty cock instantly shot to an almost painful hardness,
hovering over the mattress beneath him, the leaking head tapping up against
his abdomen.  It was a total mind fuck!  His hot stud of a stepfather
actually had his face buried in his ass and was energetically licking him
clean, probably much the same way he used to do to Carlos' mother's pussy
when they first were married.  Carlos knew he should probably resist, or at
least put up some sort of pretense, but he was crazy with lust and unable
to take the upper hand.

Vincent ran his tongue up and down the full length of Carlos' trench,
aroused at how silky smooth it actually was.  He'd been an accomplished
pussy-eater in his prime and had often lapped lower to sample the bung but
could remember only one or two who were smooth as his stepson's ass.  He
wasn't sure how the faggot did it but there wasn't a trace of stubble, not
even a bit of fine down.  And it turned him on more than anything he could
remember in recent years.  He grasped hold of Carlos' taut buns and lewdly
kneaded them while his tongue wriggled along the widely-parted crack.  He
felt the wrinkled flesh of the boy's asshole spasm each time he lapped over
it and knew what Carlos wanted.  With his tongue fully distended he glided
his palate over the target area again and again, savoring the flavors of
the boy's ass and making it shine with saliva.

Vincent crossed a big, hairy left arm across to grasp the young man by his
right leg and deftly flipped Carlos over onto his back.  For the first time
since the beginning of the encounter Carlos had a real good look at his
stepfather and was almost frightened by the dark look on his handsome face
and the lusty twinkle in his eyes.  Vincent lifted Carlos' parted legs,
taking time to run a heavy hand over one silky smooth limb and growl his
approval before forcing them back.  He was secretly impressed by Carlos'
agility; the boy's lower legs were practically parallel to his prone body,
forcing his sweet little ass wide open and facing invitingly upward.
Carlos' dick, a real nice one that ought to be fucking lots of pussy
instead of being wasted on other queers, was hard and throbbing like a
motherfucker.  Hungrily licking his wet lips, Vincent's big thumbs went to
either side of the twitching bunghole and rudely peeled the tight pucker
open.  His eye watered as he glared at the pretty pink revealed inside.
Hunching down he thrust out his tongue once again and zeroed in on the
tasty target.  Carlos trembled with pleasure as Vincent slobbered over his
pert pucker, the tip poking at the steamy opening.  Growling again when he
felt Carlos' quivering bud tug at him Vincent buried his face into the
yawning trench and thrust his tongue inside the pungent man-pussy.

With his nose pressed firmly into Carlos' sweaty taint the musky scent of
hot ass throughly intoxicated Vincent and sent him into overdrive.  With
his mouth pressed entirely against the wide open hole he snaked as deeply
as possible into the warm, slippery hole.  He swirled it around inside,
greedily excavating the tender walls of tissue.  Carlos cooed and bucked on
the bed, turned on like he'd never been before.  His dick was hungry for
some attention too, so he took it in one hand and began to stroke it.  All
at once Vincent was wrenching his hand away.  With the back of his hand he
crudely slapped the desperate cock, causing Carlos to wince.  An angry
scrowl was on his dark face and Carlos watched his ass-wet lips as he
barked, "You don't touch yourself until I say so, faggot!  This ain't about
you gettin' off!"  And then, to Carlos' surprise, the bigger man wrapped
his fist around the cock and gave it a few full-length strokes before
resuming his ass feast.

When he wasn't thrusting his tongue in, out and around the fuck hole
Vincent was chewing on the young man's meaty ass lips.  The sex sounds
coming from deep within reminded Carlos of a wild dog fighting over a tasty
bone.  His stepfather's warm tongue felt so fucking good wriggling around
inside him and reaming him out that Carlos was sure Vinnie could eat him
into orgasm.  The older man licked, sucked and nibbled on the Cuban youth's
cunt like a ravenous wolf until he was satiated.

Managing to tear himself away from the delicious feast, Vincent scrambled
over the boy and sat heavily upon him, knees to either side of Carlos.
Carlos could feel the heat from the older man's hairy ass hole against his
chest.  The big man's huge, hairy cock hovered over his face like a tasty
carrot, a ribbon of pre-cum lazily dripping from the bulbous head.  As it
broke free Carlos quickly caught it up on his tongue and savored the
seminal flavor produced by his hunky stepfather, almost anticipating the
slap of a hand his randy initiative would produce.

But it didn't.

"Eat my meat, boy!" Vincent ordered.  Forming his hand into a strong fist
he pressed it against the long Italian rod and pushed the head into Carlos'
hungry, waiting mouth.  Like a hungry bird being fed a tasty worm Carlos
formed his lips around the large, spongey knob and lathered it with his
tongue.  He licked all over and around the mighty helmet, chewed on the
sensitive frenum and dug into the meaty piss hole.  His smoky eyes were
trained on Vincent's masculine, charcoal-jawed face and the look of savage
arousal displayed on his features.  Carlos realized he'd never seen his
stepfather like this before; the man had never looked so damned sexy!

When Vincent removed his fist his thick, steely manhood popped out of
Carlos' mouth and slapped up against his hairy belly.  Carlos could smell
the powerful scent of man sex emanating from the thick, strong fuck rod.
Suddenly Vincent was scrambling over him and turning to face the opposite
direction.  He was kneeling behind Carlos' prone body now.  Shoving a
pillow under the younger man's shoulders he grasped him by the sides of his
face and angled his head downward.

"I'm gonna fuck your tonsils, boy!  Gonna shove my dick right down your
faggot throat!"  he snarled.

Carlos whimpered with anticipation and stretched his jaws wide to accept
the oncoming assault.  Stretching out his hairy legs and digging his thick
toes into the mattress Vincent came up in push-up position over the youth.
Moving his hips he sought out the waiting fuck hole and crudely shoved his
dick inside.  The big dick glided over Carlos' tongue and the roof of his
mouth as Vincent fucked his face with hard, determined strokes.  Carlos
could taste the yummy flavor of cock snot leaking from the fruit-sized head
banging against the back of his throat.  Like at the doctor's office he
opened up, said "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" and provided a tunnel for Vincent to
sink into.  The strong man cock plunged into the tight confines of Carlos'
throat until the younger man's nose was buried in his sweaty ball sac.
Failing to hesitate, he ripped his organ out of the boy's throat and then
quickly pounded it back in.  His hips rose and fell, savagely fucking the
wet mouth of his stepson.

The muscles in Vincent's arms pulsed to each side of Carlos' hips as he
propped himself up over the boy in fuck position.  He glared down at the
long throbbing dick of his stepson which literally drooled clear pre-cum.
The male beauty rose from a smooth pubic mound, not even the remotest sign
of a hair anywhere---as if Carlos were a pre-pubescent boy.  But the dick
on him sure didn't belong to a youngster; Carlos had a real handsome
man-sized cock that could have, under other circumstances, pleased many a
pussy.

"Queer, cock-sucking bastard!" Vincent growled, still thrusting his hard-on
deep into the slick chasm.  But, suddenly, his tongue was all over Carlos'
cock head, lapping up the voluminous dick juice.  Carlos' body went rigid
when he felt his stepfather's tongue slathering over his unit.  Vincent
cleaned up the crown and ran his tongue all along the shaft, collecting all
the pre-cum that had flowed down its surface.  At the base he paid special
attention to Carlos' smooth-shaved pubic area, growling like a dog in heat
as his tongue glided over the baby-soft skin.

Coming up he spat out a mouthful of jizz and swiped the back of one hand
across his wet lips.  "Nasty cocksuckers!" he muttered before lowering his
face and swallowing over half of Carlos' tasty meat.  In all his fifty-four
years Vincent had never had a dick in his mouth, but from the way he was
slobbering over Carlos' meat the younger man would have been hard-pressed
to know it.  His wet mouth gurgled with forbidden lust as he sucked, lapped
and chewed on his stepson's dick.  His mighty hips rose and fell more
rapidly, causing his big cock to pound in and out of Carlos' open mouth.
The hairy, musky ball sac bounced against the bridge of the younger man's
nose and battered his wondrous eyes.

Vincent sucked with as much enthusiasm as he fucked.  Glaring at the
immaculately shaved nutsac hanging between Carlos' smooth thighs incensed
his already heightened libido.  With a long drawn-out growl, which
momentarily frightened Carlos, he pressed downward and swallowed all of the
hard dick meat.  Carlos thrashed about on the bed and whimpered around the
large adult cock slamming in and out of his own throat.  Vincent pouched
his lips out against the hairless base of his stepson's pretty prick and
let his tongue glide over the silky skin stretched over his pubic bone.
Heavy cords in his neck stood out and he snorted from flared nostrils, his
face turning an angry shade of purple as he held the dick down there for as
long as possible before coming up off it.  His meaty hand flew up and down
the dripping rod while he took a moment to catch his breath.

"Dirty fuckin' cocksucker!" he mumbled.  Carlos wasn't really sure which
one of them the man was refering to, nor did he really care.  The big dick
was hammering his tonsils, its hairy root abrasive against his wet lips and
Vincent was going down on him again.  The older man took every inch down
his no-longer-virgin gullet and proceeded to engage in some heavy-duty
push-ups.  Each time he went down his massive peice was buried in Carlos'
face while the faggot's cock got lodged deep in his own throat.  Then, on
the upward flex, both weapons came out of their respective holsters for a
few brief seconds before being swallowed whole again.  Although his body
glistened with a sheen of perspiration Vincent showed incredible stamina
for a man of his years.

Without warning Vincent deprived both their mouths of cock when he suddenly
spun around and took position between Carlos' thighs.  Lifting the boy's
legs, he paused a moment to run his hands along the smooth, lithe limbs
before pushing them back until they were nearly at Carlos' sides.  Carlos'
hot, shaved pink hole stared up at him, still wet from the rim job he'd
given it earlier.  Drooling a trail of saliva directly onto the pretty
pucker, Vincent re-shined his tool with some spit and once more positioned
his body over the cute Cuban.  His big strong hands pressed into the sheets
on either side of the boy, his scowling face right there in front of
Carlos.

"Gonna fuck you, lazy faggot!" he announced, his hot sexy breath washing
over Carlos' face.  He jostled his hips around, made contact with Carlos'
ass lips and nudged his way into the younger man's slick cunt.  Carlos'
tender twat gripped around the heavy rim of his stepfather's bulbous knob
but Vincent was not a man to be deterred.  Gritting his teeth he fiercely
shoved forward and slammed every meaty inch of himself into the boy.
Carlos' heavily lashed eyes shot wide open and his hands pressed against
Vincent's torso as if attempting to hold him at bay.  Vincent chuckled
evily and ground his dick around inside his stepson's guts.  Carlos threw
back his head and sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth as he felt
the masterful cock stirring him up inside.  His hands went to Vincent's
strong arms, gripping onto the corded muscle in anticipation of what
promised to be a bumpy ride.  His tongue flicked out to lick his lips and
his heavy lidded eyes searched Vincent's handsome face.  The wolfish look
he saw there might have frightened another but, instead, filled Carlos with
the unbridled thill of fuxpectation.

And Vincent began to fuck.  Heavy muscles contracted as he energetically
drove his meat in and out of Carlos' ass ring.  He went deep with each
powerful stroke, hairy low-hanging scrotum smacking against the boy's
shapely buttocks with each thrust.  Carlos' fingers dug into his arms as he
ravaged the boy's hole with deliberate frenzy.  Occasionally he allowed his
dick head to slip free from the twitching mouth, quickly ramming it all the
way back in to farthest recesses of Carlos' steamy bowels.  As he plunged
in the hot anus gripped around him, making for a nice tight fuck.  Vincent
wanted to tear up the boy's pussy, to show him a real man fuck rather than
the candy-ass fucks he was probably used to.  His hips snapped forward
again and again, driving his manhood through Carlos' violated rectum.  A
deep grunt issued from his lips each time he bottomed out in the boy's
steamy, slimy guts.  It wasn't his first time banging ass---Vincent had
sampled some female booty before---but he was thoroughly enjoying fucking
male twat.  Dominating his snooty stepson was certainly an added bonus.

Carlos was experiencing various stages of rapture at the hands of his
burly, desired stepfather.  He'd never before been on the receiving end of
such a torrid fuck!  And it felt awesome!  He could feel every fucking inch
of the huge adult prick driving through his shit chute, tearing up his
prostate and making him squirm like a beached fish.  It felt so fucking
good!  He wanted to take it like a man, to prove to Vincent that he wasn't
a pansy.  He squeezed the big dick with his inner muscles and humped up
against the charging bull.  His tush rotated to take the raging prick from
alternate angles.  He loved the crispy feel of his stepfather's hairy root
pressed against his tender asslips. When buried to the hilt inside him
Carlos could feel Vincent all the way up through his own painfully hard
cock.  The young Cuban's heart was thudding in his chest, his body was
bathed in perspiration---and he realized he'd never been so turned on
before.

Vincent's hairy pelvis snapped forward with even greater force, pumping
savagely deep into Carlos' slippery glove.  Beads of perspiration trailed
down his face, dangled from the tip of his nose and dripped onto the face
of the younger man.  Carlos was now tossing his head from side to side,
gnashing his pearly whites together and moaning like a bitch in serious
heat.  His hands were almost painfullly kneading the big muscles in
Vincent's arms and his body was rising and falling on the sheets beneath
them.  So caught up in his own pleasure, Vincent failed to realize that
Carlos was on the precipice of orgasm and continued to plow into him with
an almost sledgehammer-like force.  The younger man's head reared up from
the pillows, slammed down, then raised again as his lips parted in a
strangled cry.  Vincent felt a warm wetness splash up over his own chest
again and again. He had fucked the boy into a mind-blowing cum!

Vincent heaved onward, steering his raging hard-on through Carlos' spasming
guts.  He could feel the blood pounding in his temples and suddenly felt as
though he were being consumed by a white-hot fire.  Pumping the boy until
he could stand it no longer he ripped his cock out of the well-fucked ass
and stroked it in both sweaty hands.  Throwing back his head, eyes rolling
to the ceiling, Vincent let out a breathy, brutal cry and shot a rope of
cum clear across Carlos' naked body.  One heavy stream of white hot jizz
after another criss-crossed over the fucked-out Cuban's torso, leaving him
drenched in stepfather cum.  Vincent stumbled, as though the strength had
ebbed out of him, and crawled over the boy to shove his cock into his
mouth.  Carlos gladly cleaned up the perfect piece which had just brought
him enormous pleasure.  His tongue lapped all along the shaft, up and over
the head, still sensitive from Vincent's powerful orgasm and sucked out the
last remnants of rich, tasty jizz.

Vincent allowed Carlos to give his cock a bit more loving while he regained
his faculties.  It had been a long time since he'd cum so hard and so
satisfyingly.  When he'd regained his footing Vincent came off the boy and
scooted out of the bed.  Carlos came up on one elbow, watching his studly
stepfather as he bent over to scoop up his scattered clothes.  When he'd
gathered up the bundle Vincent headed to the door..  He paused there and
half-turned toward the boy, slightly taken aback to see Carlos there still
watching him and fingering his gaping asshole.

"Get yourself a good night's sleep, cocksucker!" Vincent barked.  "You're
comin' with me to the job tomorrow.  We got a spot open on the crew.  About
time you got off your ass and earned a decent day's pay!"

With that he turned and left the room, but not before Carlos detected the
slight smile that turned up one side of his mouth.  Carlos stretched back
in the bed, raised his thighs, played with his deliciously sore man-cunt
and thought about some of the hot men on the road crew.  A blue collar job
alongside his hot stepfather might not be such a bad idea after all.
Suddenly Carlos found himself filled with curious anticipation about
joining the work force and the oncoming day.




In the chronological order of a guy's lifeline eighteen, twenty-one, fifty
and eighty are milestone years.  At eighteen he becomes emancipated from
the strangehold of his parents, sows some wild oats and enjoys those last
vestiges of youth.  He can move about more freely now and explore his
individual choices.  At twenty-one he becomes, for all intent and purpose,
a man.  He's gotten a little schooling and is branching out, pursuing the
goals he's earlier set for himself.  He may be thinking of making family
with his college sweetheart, but the smart young man remains unattached for
a while yet.  There's plenty of pussy to be had, hearts to break and,
besides, he's just earned the dividend of legal drinking so he can go out
and really get his party on.  By fifty all of that experimentation is
behind him---and he's almost grateful for that.  That once all-consuming
love between him and the bride of twenty-some years has faded; they have
morphed into friendly companions.  By now they have a grandchild or two of
their own, a constant source of joy in their advancing years.  They live a
simple life.  But there's still some spark in him yet.  Still that desire
that drives him to sneak out to the corner tavern to throw back a few with
the fellas or to take a drive out to ogle the cooch at the strip clubs.
Maybe take one of them out to the back seat of his car, sit back and enjoy
a nice, good old -fashioned blow job.  He counts himself blessed to have
lived to eighty.  And each successive year is a true gift.  All the
philandering his over.  Maybe, once in a blue moon, he treats himself to a
nice Scotch on the rocks and immediately falls off into deep slumber.
Hopefully he is in good health, sound of body and mind.  And his golden
years are even more complete if he still has his life's companion at his
side.

At least that's the way RJ Giagianno's grandpa Vincent explained it all to
him.  Of course Abuelo had a few beers prior to their heart-to-heart---even
allowing RJ to sneak a few swigs, just like he always did.  RJ had little
difficulty seeing his grandpa as that man of fifty he'd described, stealing
out on his second wife to find a little honey to whet his still-virile
appetite.

For Raymond Giagianno Jr., RJ to family and Ray-J to friends, those rites
of passage had already begun.  Today was his much-anticipated, long-overdue
eighteenth birthday.  The family had taken him out to his favorite
restaurant followed by a home-baked cake later at their home on Mansgrove
Lane.  There he was presented with a key to the brand-new car secreted away
across the street in his "Uncle" Jon's garage.  The car was actually a gift
from Ray Sr.'s boss, Jess Waring.  Upon learning of the boy's impending
celebration Jess, owner of the car dealership, gave Ray, his general
manager, the pick of any car on the lot.  Even RJ's mom, Cathy, didn't know
the full truth surrounding the extravagance.  Ray made up some story about
bonus money he'd been storing away for just this purpose.  Of course he was
unable to admit he'd been fucking the brains out of Waring every time he
came into town and the wealthy stud was hooked on his dick.

While RJ was excited over the new "toy," which he promptly spirited off in
to show his buddies, he'd only weeks ago received an even greater blessing.
For months the cloud of Sheri Parker's pregnancy loomed over his young
head.  Sheri had been the one to point the finger at him and RJ, out of
some sense of duty, accepted responsibility.  All the while he knew it
could have been any one of his circle of friends who had fucked the pert
cheerleader pregnant.

Although the girl's father, the meanest cop on the police force, tried to
keep them apart RJ managed to sneak his way to Sheri, desperate to know why
she'd implicated him.  Sheri confessed that she loved RJ and wanted to be
with him.  She reminded him he could be the father of her unborn bastard.
The simple fact that RJ was not in love with her did little to dissuade
Sheri's all-consuming crush on the high school athlete.

All questions were answered when Sheri went into early labor and, to the
astonishment of all, delivered a squealing---and predominately black---baby
boy!  All eyes were suddenly turned on Leon Taylor, the poor boy who lived
out in shack town.  Sheri broke down in hysterical tears, finally
confessing to all that she'd fucked nearly all the boys on the football
team.  A disgraced and enraged Rick Parker had to be restrained by his
Captain and several other officers from going over to the other side of
town and tearing young Leon limb from limb.  It was one thing for the cop
to carouse black pussy but far another for his daughter to swing on
chocolate cock.  Disowning their daughter was the final straw for Sharon
Taylor, who'd put up with much from her brash husband all these years.
When the baby was released healthy from the hospital she spirited away with
her daughter and new grandchild to her mother's home in the state of
Virginia.  Rick was left with a short note telling him that divorce papers
would soon follow.

The Giagianno family's collective sigh of relief caught in their throats
when a dejected Rick Parker showed up on their doorstep one evening.  It
was a tough thing for a hard-ass like himself to do but Parker apologized
for his earlier actions.

"What I can't figure, what I can't wrap my brain around," he told a morose
RJ, "is why you didn't speak up---say it might not be yours."

RJ's eyes sheepishly averted to the floor, then looked back up at the
unshaven face of the cop.  "I just didn't want Sheri to be in any deeper
trouble.  She was a friend and I was just trying to protect her, I guess."

Parker took a deep, expansive breath, emotion showing on his usually gruff
face.  "You were better to her that she was to you.  She doesn't deserve a
friend like you."  He turned to the door, paused and looked back.  "You're
a good kid, RJ."  And then he was gone.

RJ remained tight with Leon and was his primary source of emotional support
throughout the embarrassing ordeal.  Old Rufus, the boy's father, childed
Leon for "messin' with them white girls" but was secretly pleased his
strapping son was getting some.  Trust be told, if she hadn't been so
damned young and he wasn't so old, Rufus would have liked to have tapped
his black rod into her pussy.  Leon, meanwhiile, lived in fear of the wrath
of Officer Parker.  But RJ was reasonably sure with Sheri and the baby now
absent Parker would eventually cool down and abandon his personal vendetta.
Leon, well aware of Parker's take-no-prisoners reputation, wasn't as
certain.

It was to Leon's that RJ first took his brand new car.  The two took off on
a quick spin around town before RJ deposited his best friend in front of
his run-down shack.

"Saturday?" RJ reminded him of the official party the folks were throwing
for him.  It was to be another of those now-famous Giagianno back yard
barbeques.

"Saturday," Leon acknowledged.  "Pick me up, bro."

"Okay," RJ replied good-naturedly, beaming with pride as his fingers traced
over the contours of the steering wheel.

"So what you gonna do with the rest of your birthday?" Leon asked, leaning
into the passenger-side window.

RJ gave him a mischevous wink.  "Oh, I got plans, buddy."  There was a
distinct sparkle in his emerald-green eyes.  Boy, do I have plans, he
thought.

It was well past dark when he steered the car onto Mansgrove and parked
curbside in front of the house.  Stepping out and pushing the door shut
behind him he crossed arms over his chest and gazed across the street at
the big Davidson home which now belonged to "Uncle" Jon.  Jon, a
middle-aged player, wasn't exactly his blood uncle.  But, having known his
father's best friend for as long as he could remember, the surname had
stuck.  Light shone from the front living room and an upstairs bedroom in
the Victorian-styled home.  Quickly glancing over his shoulder at his own
house RJ took in a deep decisive breath, let it out, pushed himself away
from the car and crossed the street.

Mounting the expansive wrap-around porch he once again furtively looked
over toward his house and, seeing no activity there, rapped on Jon's door.
The heavy oak and glass panel was flung open a few moments later and Jon
stood there in the light from the hallway.  A smile crossed his
still-handsome face when he saw RJ.

"Hey, hey!  It's the birthday boy!"  He thrust out a strong hand, pumped
RJ's and placed the other on his shoulder, ushering him in.  "How you like
the car?" he asked, leading RJ into the living room.

"It's dope!"  RJ replied, almost too energetically.  Jon's brow wrinkled
quizzically.  Perhaps it was nothing but he sensed a sort of timidity in
RJ's usual carefree manner.

"Your Dad really surprised all of us with that one.  Heck, I didn't even
know what he was planning until he asked if he could hide it here," Jon
continued conversationally.

"Yeah, sure was a surprise," RJ admitted, standing there with hands deep in
the pockets of his sagging jeans and shifting from one sneakered foot to
the other.

"So, what's up RJ?" Jon ventured.

RJ looked across at the older man clad in a thin sweater, the sleeves
pulled up to his elbows and showing off his thick forearms.  Below that he
wore high-cut slut shorts, which displayed beefy thighs and powerful legs
most younger body builder's would envy.  "Come for my present," he finally
said.

Jon gave a small laugh.  "Party's Saturday, dude.  Gonna have to wait until
then.  Although I have to tell you, it's not half as extravagant as your
father's gift."

"Not that one," RJ said, looking him square in the eye, his confidence
renewned.  "The other one."

"The other one?"  Jon frowned, confused.

There was a brief silence---a moment of hesitation---before RJ blurted out,
"I want you to fuck me!"

Jon blanched, shocked at what he'd heard.  "Whaaaaaaaaaat?!?!"

"It's my birthday and I want you to fuck my cherry ass!"  RJ stared into
Jon's eyes, waiting for the older man's reaction to his brazen declaration.
Jon read desire and a touch of uncertainty in the teen's darkly lashed
green pools, causing his ass to tingle and his dick to stir under his
skimpy shorts.

"RJ, I don't know what this is about----" he began slowly but the teen cut
him right off.

With a cluck of his tongue and an exasperated roll of his eyes RJ
snickered, "Don't pretend like you don't know the score, Uncle Jon.  It's
been years that I've known all about what you and my dad do when you're
alone together."

Jon was startled by the bold revelation but quickly rebounded.  "Really?"
he replied with a cocked eyebrow.  "And what is it you think we do?"

"Think, nuthin'!" RJ replied, hanging on to his bravado.  "I saw you guys
with my own eyes.  Couple of years ago.  Right there in our family room.
Suckin' each other off."

Jon remembered that cold winter's night vividly.  It was the first time Ray
had gone down on him.  Little did they know while they were pleasuring each
other young RJ had observed the encounter.

"Where did you see this from?" Jon asked, anxious to learn the details.

"From the window.  I was comin' home and saw you two goin' at it from the
window," RJ revealed.

"And then what?" Jon inquired.  "Did you stand out there in the cold and
watch?"

"Sure I watched," RJ admitted.  "Even hauled out my dick and beat off while
you two swallowed each other's cocks!"

Jon had an uncanny sense of deja vu.  It was almost like with Joey, Ray's
younger brother and RJ's uncle, all those years ago.  Joey had seen Jon and
Ray fucking around out in the garage and wanted a piece of his big
brother's action.  Now, apparently, Ray's son sought the same.  But there
had been too much trouble following Joey's revelation to Ray.  Their
relationship was severely damaged and it had taken much to repair it.
Certainly a tryst with Ray's teenage son would end their friendship
forever.

"RJ, what you're suggesting, you and I having the same kind of relationship
your father and I have shared," Jon spoke carefully, "it just can't happen.
He'd never forgive me for encouraging your curiosity."

RJ snorted, easily dismissing Jon's worries.  "You think I'm gonna run and
tell him?  I'm eighteen now.  Been waiting for this for awhile now.  I want
my cherry broken and you're the guy who knows how to do it."

"RJ, I can't----" but the words died in his mouth as RJ ignored him and
peeled his shirt from his body, revealing nicely toned smooth teenage
musculature.  Jon remained slack-jawed as RJ rolled a pert brown nipple
between his thumb and index finger and stared back at him with a look of
feigned innocence.  He'd seen the kid stripped to the waist on numerous
occasions, mostly out at the Giagianno pool, and noticed how RJ's sinful
teen body so closely resembled his father's at that age, right down to the
dark tufts of hair under his pits.

"I-I-----" but again his feeble protest was halted when RJ unsnapped the
button at the top of his jeans, ran down the zipper and turning his back on
Jon, dropped them to the floor.  Jon's eyes widened when he saw the teen
was wearing one of his sports jocks, the straps framing his tight and bare
buttocks.  Bending over to yank the jeans over his sneaker-clad feet RJ
thrust his teen ass out at the older man, the cheeks parting just enough to
give him a view inside the trench and the jewel hidden within.  Facing an
astonished Jon again he hefted his pouch in one hand.  Jon was certain the
kid had stuffed his jock with a sock, maybe to tease or impress him,
because there was no way the teen could have that much meat packing the
mesh.  His doubts were answered when RJ hooked his thumbs under the waist
band of the jock and slipped it down.  Stepping out of it he kicked it
aside with one foot and stood before Jon in all his teen glory.

Jon had seen lots of cock in his travels but none to rival the sausage
hanging from RJ's groin.  It was thick and heavy, perfect in it symmetry,
with a wide fat head and every bit of eight, nine, possibly ten inches!
Drool oozed from Jon's gaping mouth and he felt almost light-headed looking
at it.  A desperate whimper came from his throat when he saw the meaty
stalk stir, coming to life before his very eyes.  It rose slowly, growing
outward and arcing up until it had reached its full potential, a towering
hunk of foot-long fuck flesh.  Jon did a slight stumble backwards and,
glancing over his shoulder, realized the blinds were not drawn, the windows
looking out at the Giagianno home across the street.

"Get upstairs!" he ordered and RJ, in all his youthful agility, raced to
the stairs, taking them two at a time.  He dashed down the hallway and,
entering the master bedroom, threw himself across the bed. By the time Jon
caught up with him he was leaning up against the headboard, legs parted and
sprawled out before him and playing with his prominent piece.  Never once
taking his eyes off the boy Jon crossed the room and closed the blinds over
the big windows.  Standing at the foot of the bed he undid the buttons on
his shirt, stripped it from his body and casually tossed it aside.
T-shirt, shoes, socks, pants and briefs followed.  He knew what he was
about to do was wrong, knew he was threatening his relationship wiith Ray
forever, but there was no way he could keep his hands off the gorgeous,
newly eighteen-year-old with the cock of a horse.  Crawling onto the bed on
all fours like an animal seeking its prey, Jon got between the spread of
RJ's legs and took one long, wet swipe from root to tip up the underside of
the enormous shaft.  Grasping hold of it at the base he paused to look up
into RJ's face.  "You sure you want to do this?"

"Fuck, yeah!" RJ gushed breathily.  "Suck my cock, Uncle Jon!"

An all-knowning grin spread across Jon's handsome face.  It was the same as
with the Giagianno men before.  First Ray.  Then Joey.  They all wanted a
hot blow job from a man they knew could deliver the goods.  And now young
RJ, just hours on the right side of eighteen, was spread out before him in
all his horny teenage glory anticipating a heated sex romp.  The kid had an
envious slab of meat, one which might send some headed for the hills.  But
not Kingston.  His fuck buddy's son had presented him with a challenge and
Jon prepared to meet it head on.  Gripping hold of the teen's slender hips
for support he nudged his face between RJ's sports-toned thighs and
attacked the hefty sac nestled there.  Best to get the kid really boiling,
he figured, before commencing to the main event.  He wanted to see RJ
squirming on his bed, desperate for Jon to take him inside his warm mouth
and make heated male love to his monster cock.

RJ had a nice set of balls, the velvety scumbag delicately coated with
downy-fine dark hairs.  Jon washed his tongue over, around and under the
succulent scrotum, groaning delightedly as he tasted the essence of youth.
RJ's sac hung low and heavy filled to capacity with sweet teen jock juice.
Jon licked more aggressively, sucking each nad into his mouth and teasing
it with his talented tongue.  RJ's young ass began to grind on the mattress
beneath him and his strong legs spread farther apart allowing Jon easier
access.  When Jon heard the tell-tale whimpering, like that of a hungry
puppy dog, he knew RJ was primed and ready.

Jon gnawed at the tasty root of the jock's thick column of flesh, then
deliberately slowly slithered his tongue in tantalizing criss-cross motions
up the pulsating shaft.  It was a long, but thoroughly enjoyable, journey
for Jon to lap his way to the top of Mount Everest and receive the pudgy
prize awaiting him there.  He swirled his tongue around the thickly ridged
knob and teased the sensitive frenum.  In no time at all salty translucent
fuck lube began oozing from the deep wide gash cresting the massive dome.
Jon hastily lapped up the sparkling fluid, groaning with satisfaction at
his first taste of teen semen in many more years than he dared recall.  RJ
dug his heels in and braced his back against the headboard when Jon yawned
his lips wide and buried the beefy knob into the wet warmth of his mouth
and began feverishly sucking on it.

Uncle Jon was good, damned good, RJ quickly realized.  No wonder his Dad
had chosen the older muscular stud as his fuck buddy.  Maybe that's all it
was, the total turn on being the knowledge that his father's secret sex
partner, the ever-present Uncle Jon, was the one working him over. But the
way he was humming on his cock head, washing warm waves of spit over it and
digging his tongue into the pee-hole like a guy gone crazy---it was
certainly enough to set RJ's trigger off already.  Good as they were, this
older man could have taught Sheri and Charlie Fitzpatrick a thing or two
about the art of cocksucking.  Jon's strong hand rapidly pumped his cock,
twisting his wrist around to fondle the tool from a variety of angles while
he slurped on the head.  And then he was plunging down, swallowing the
first few inches of the rigid erection.  RJ gushed out an audible "ahhhhh"
and instinctively twisted his fingers into Jon's short but thick
salt-and-pepper.  Jon began to bob rapidly up and down on those
four-to-five inches of jock meat, slurping loudly as time and again he
brought it to the back of his throat.

"Ahh fuck, Uncle Jon," the boy gushed, his former cockiness having given
way to unadultered pleasure, "that feels sooooooo good!"  His head was back
against the bed board, chin cocked up toward the ceilings and his eyelids
had fluttered dreamily closed.  He worked his lips with his tongue,
savoring every pleasurable sensation coursing through his big meat.

Pre-cum liberally drooled from RJ's dick lips, filling Jon's mouth with
tasty teen nectar.  Jon swirled his tongue around and over the meaty head
scooping up the tangy free flowing fluids, savoring it with his taste buds
and then swallowing it all down like a delicious milk shake.  Using the
very tip of his tongue he tickled the sensitive underside of the giant
mushroom where the nerves were all gathered together, causing RJ to writhe
and moan and sink his body down lower on the bed.  Spoons full of pre-fuck
juice washed over Jon's tonsils.  Stretching his jaws wider Jon forced his
face downward.  The big cock head breached the entrance to his throat and
slipped inside his esophogus.  With a series of frantic gulps Jon swallowed
inch after inch of teen horse cock until his lips were pressed against RJ's
groin.

"AWWW, FUCK!" RJ yelped, his taut teen body uncontrollably jerking about on
the bedsheets.  His huge tool scoured Jon's throat and threatened to rip
apart his vocal chords.  Jon placed a strong, firm arm across RJ's
midsection to hold him down and worked the entire twelve inches with the
muscles in his throat.  With gritted teeth gnashing together RJ twisted his
fingers in Jon's hair, threatening to pull it out by the root, as he
succumbed to an almost unbearable pleasure.  His feet kicked out in front
of him and his body slid even lower down the headboard until he was
stretched completely across the bed.

His stamina much stronger than others, Jon managed to keep at it for a long
while before he had to release the massive piece of cock meat lest he be
suffocated by it.  Coming up quickly he coughed twice, saliva pouring from
his maw, then quickly went into action again.  He lapped all over the
painfully stiff, wet tool while he squeezed and twisted RJ's hefty ball
sac.  Taking the entire crown inside his mouth again he frantically sucked
on it while using his tongue to torment the sensitive frenum.  From RJ's
reaction he knew he was showing the boy a master at work.  No matter who
had feasted on his jewels before no one had come close to titillating the
teen the way Jon was doing.

Extricating the enormous rod from his mouth, Jon paused to visually take it
all in while his hand pumped up and down the spit-shined surface.  The boy
was beautiful as it was, but the king-sized appendage rising from his hairy
mound sent him into an entirely upper class.  With a dick like that he
should be in movies---and not the Disney kind.  Jon was engulfed by an
overwhelming desire to ravage his best friend's son, regardless of the
consequences to himself.  He'd already gone over the line.  There was no
sense in stopping now.  Although he sure would have liked to have had that
pole rammed up his own ass, RJ wanted a fuck---and he was going to get one.

Grasping RJ by shapely ankles he positioned the boys legs up, bent back and
spread wide to expose his cute teen ass.  RJ quickly caught on and grabbed
himself by the back of his legs to hold himself open to the horny man.
There was a look of anticipation and a hint of fear on his youthfully
handsome features.  Taking RJ by the outsides of his thighs Jon, stretched
out on his belly, slid face first between the spread of the boy's lightly
hairy legs.  He whimpered when he got his first look at the tight boy hole
he would soon deflower.  It was all pink in its innocence, the wrinkled
flesh pulsing in front of his eyes, nestled in a sweet crack delicately
lined with sparse ass hair.  Jon's eyes rolled as he deeply inhaled the
clean, fresh and fragrant aroma emanating from the virgin teen ass hole.
His tongue coiled out and took one long, wet swipe up RJ's tasty teen
trench.  RJ's athletic body squirmed at first contact.  Jon planted a
series of hot kisses along the insides of RJ's sweet cheeks and then
centered his attention on the nervously quivering hole.  He swirled around
and over the wrinkled folds of flesh and probed at the bull's eye with the
tip of his tongue.  RJ's ass hole pulsed against his clapper, its petals
blossoming with each deliberate lick.  Jon dug between the folds, slipped
his tongue inside the boy's tight sphincter and circled around and around
the portal.  At first RJ's hole snapped at him, clutching his tongue in a
natural form of resistance, but soon began to relax and enjoy the pleasure
it was receiving.  Jon eased his tongue deeper into RJ's butch teen pussy
until it would go no further.  With his lips plastered against RJ's ass he
flicked around inside the hot hole, washing the walls of his tangy cunt
with volumes of spittle.

RJ writhed about on the bed.  He reached betweeen his wide spread legs and
grabbed hold of Jon's short salt-and-pepper hair and held the man's face
tightly against his butt.  "Fuck, yeah, Uncle Jon.  Eat my ass!"

Jon marveled at these completely unexpected circumstances.  Here he was,
eating out his best friend's son.  And on the eve of his eighteenth
birthday, no less!  There was a part of him that knew he should never have
allowed this to happen.  But he also knew he was a cad, a sexual scoundrel
whose thought processes emanated from his lusty loins.  Once stoked there
was no denying the hunger that burned in his veins.  The beautiful young
man had boldly offered himself, had probably been thinking about it for
days, weeks, possibly months.  He couldn't deny JR.  But more importantly,
it was impossible for Jon to deny himself.

Jon's tongue squirmed around in RJ's throbbing chute while he noisily
sucked on the hot jock hole.  He licked the teen's insides, alternately
stabbing his mouth muscle in and out and treating RJ to a nasty tongue
fuck.  RJ's fingers twisted in and pulled at Jon's hair as he ground his
body into the mattress.  Jon could see a virtual pond of pre-cum pooling on
RJ's tight torso.  The boy was delirious with lust.

He could have gone on eating that delicious ass well into dawn but there
was another matter at hand: RJ had come looking for his first fuck.
Tearing his face away from the ravaged hole Jon hocked a gob of spit dead
center and rubbed it around the swollen lips with his thumb.  As the teen
watched through apprehensive eyes the older man slipped his thumb inside
the wet butt hole.  Taking hold of RJ's monster meat he slowly stroked it
while his thumb moved in deliberate circular motions, opening the boy up
for the main event.  RJ watched, slack-jawed and silent, as Jon replaced
his thumb with index and middle finger and began sawing them in and out of
his hole.  RJ's sphincter clamped around Jon's fingers but failed to deter
the older man.  He kept on finger fucking his fuck buddy's son and
man-handling his cock, fully aroused by the tell-tale signs etched on RJ's
cute face. The boy was experiencing a bit of discomfort, for certain, but
he valiantly manned-up and embraced it.  Jon screwed his wrist around,
attacking the future fuck hole from all angles and prepared it for the
oncoming invasion.

Determining that the time was nigh, Jon slipped his digits from the boy and
scooted his loins up between RJ's widely spread, athletic legs.  He slapped
the head of his dick against the wrinkled flesh as it rapidly folded back
up to its natural form.  "You sure about this, RJ?" he asked.

There was the slightest moment's hesitation and a fleeting look of
indecision flashed in RJ's emerald eyes.  He thought of his buddy Leon and
how much he wanted to take their playtime to a whole new level.  First,
though, he needed some experience.  And the muscular man hovering over him
was the one he'd chosen to pave the way.  "Fuck me!" he blurted out.

Not one to debate the subject Jon pressed his leaking helmet up against
RJ's trembling ass lips and shoved it in.  RJ tensed and his eyes shot wide
open as the fat cock head popped into his tight teen hole.  Failing to give
him time to reconsider, Jon sunk nearly half of his length into the hot,
squirming socket.  RJ's body went rigid and his back arched upward as his
head tossed from side to side.  "Aw, fuck!  Take it out!" he squealed.

A thin smile played about Jon's lips as he enjoyed the sight of the
handsome young jock, nearly a dead ringer for his father at that age,
battling through his deflowering.  "Push it out," Jon told him.  RJ bore
down on the impaler to extricate it from his asshole but, instead of
pulling out, Jon thrust forward with his hips and slammed the full length
of his engorged penis into RJ's clutching colon.

"Aaarrrghhhh!  Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!"  RJ wailed, taking Jon's muscular biceps in
a vice-like grip.  Jon rested his cock inside the boy, allowing him time to
get used to it.  He didn't need to move.  RJ's breached ass was doing all
the work for him.  The jock's sphincter grabbed the base of his erection
like an overly-tight cock ring and his slippery membranes writhed around
the length of his rod.  RJ's ass pulsed maddeningly, milking Jon better
than any pump had ever done.

As for RJ, he felt like a hot log had been shoved up his ass.  White hot
heat scorched through his bowels and clawed into his guts.  His emerald
eyes bulged and a long, continuous moan of agony came from between his
tightly clenched teeth.  If this was what it felt like to have a dick up
your ass RJ figured he could easily have gone his entire life without it.
He couldn't fathom how his fuck buddy Charlie---and now Chucky---actually
like it? All at once it was no longer important that he break in his ass
for fuck play with Leon.  They were going to have to just make do with
mutual hand and blow jobs.

"T-take it out!" RJ managed.  "I can't.  It fucking hurts!"

Jon was over him, propped up on massive, muscle-clad arms, his face barely
inches from RJ's own. His voice was calm, but determined.  "It's your first
time, son, so it's gonna hurt at first.  Just relax a little, get used to
the way it feels inside you.  Trust me, in a few minutes you're going to
fucking love it."  He rubbed a bristly cheek against RJ's smooth one and
then his lips were on the teens, prodding them open and slipping his tongue
inside.  RJ found himself responding immediately.  He accepted Jon's
tongue, sucking on it and entangling it with his own.  They kissed
passionately, like feverish lovers.  RJ's hands roamed over the back of
Jon's bull-sized neck and through his short, toussled hair.  A flame of
desire smoldered in his body, warming him from the top of his head to the
soles of his feet.  The big thing inside him didn't seem to hurt quite as
much anymore.

Jon was the one to break the kiss.  With his lips close to the teen's ear,
he whispered hotly, "You don't really want me to take it out, do you?"

RJ hesitated mere seconds before blurting out, "No!"  Jon smiled, certain
that would be the young man's answer.  Coming back up on his hands he eased
his hips back until the only part of his erection remaining in the
clenching asshole was his wide cock head.  RJ turned his head to one side
and bit on his lower lip but there was no objection from him this time.
Slowly he worked his tool back into the handsome jock's awesomely tight
twat, impressed by the way the teen fought through his discomfort.  This
time, though, he didn't rest.  As soon as he'd bottomed out in RJ's
slippery channel Jon pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in, a
bit faster this time, establishing a fuck beat.  It seemed to RJ that each
successive stroke went deeper, searing through his bowels and reaching up
into the furthest recesses of his ass.  Each time the manly invader managed
to brush against some nerve up inside him, causing his body to shiver and
his toes to curl.  It was a good feeling; an awesome feeling, in fact.
Later he would remember learning about the prostate gland in health class
and realize that he'd finally discovered his own.

Jon's strokes grew quicker and more frequent.  With each successive one RJ
grew less uncomfortable.  The initial pain had dulled and a strangely
delicious feeling pervaded his nether regions.  What started out as a
torturous ordeal had morphed into an entirely pleasurable mixture of
sensations.  He was actually beginning to like the big, luscious cock
thrusting deep within him over and over.  Sure, it hurt some, but it was a
good kind of pain.  His entire body was no longer rigid and stiff but had
relaxed, leaving him feeling a sort of sensousness.  RJ's hands glided over
the hard muscled man, marveling at the rock hard biceps and the huge swells
of his pectoral mounds.  He latched onto the painfully erect nipples,
pinching and squeezing them between his fingers.  Jon groaned and
reflexively slammed his pelvis forward, a sudden punch that really caught
RJ's attention.

"Was it like this with my Dad?" RJ suddenly asked.  "Did he have a hard
time with it at first?"

Jon looked down at RJ, his dick buried up the boy's ass.  "Your Dad's a
strict top man," he revealed.  "Nobody's ever gotten a crack at that fine
ass of his."

RJ's eyes widened.  "You mean---you and my Dad---you never fucked him?!"

"That's right, RJ," Jon replied with a twinkle in his eyes.  "Your Dad's as
virgin as you were.  Up until a few minutes ago, that is."

"But---but I thought if my Dad was doing it that it would be alright for
me.  Oh fuck!"  The boy was obviously stunned by this disclosure.

"Too late now, RJ.  Your cherry's been popped."  And before the teen could
utter another word Jon showed RJ what a real man fuck was.  He long-dicked
his ultra-hard member into RJ's sweet young ass, stretching rectal
membranes and plunging deep with each strong thrust.  RJ grabbed at the bed
sheets and tossed his head from side to side, eyes closed and brilliant
white teeth gnashing together.  The feeling was indescribable, unlike
anything he'd felt before.  Each time Jon hammered into him RJ could feel
brisk pubes tickling his crack and knew all of the older man's cock was
inside him.  Fuck pain speared through him but RJ valiantly fought through
it.  Even now, with a grown man's cock deep in his guts, he refused to
degrade his masculinity and behave like a schoolgirl.  The pounding cock
repeatedly touched his pleasure button and drove him wild with ecstasty.
Before long RJ realized that he was pushing his ass up against Jon's swift
penetrations and squeezing the thing with his inner muscles.  When had he
grown discontented with just lying there and being fucked and decided to
participate?  His buddies would be shocked with disbelief if they could see
him now, him an all-star high school jock taking dick up his ass and, with
each passing moment, liking it more and more.

With his hands to either side of RJ's athletic body Jon observed the
various degrees of rapture playing about on the teen's handsome face.
Looking down at the boy he could almost believe it was a young Ray under
him.  For years he'd fantasized dominating his fuck buddy, even though he
knew his desire would most likely never be realized.  Young RJ was a most
welcome consolation prize: almost, but not quite, like the real thing.  Jon
twisted his rod around in the teen's ass, groaning his satisfaction at the
hot tightness enveloping his manhood.  His eyes rolled heavenward as he
savored the fabulous sensations emanating from deep inside the boy's teen
pussy.  A burning passion raged within his loins as he pulled his adult
cock back, then thrust it all the way in again.  And again.  And again.
His stokes were long, deep and forceful, each one causing RJ to shudder.

Jon long-dicked every heavy inch of his wet cock into RJ's twitching ass,
secretly amused at the way the boy pushed back against his thrusts.  It was
evident RJ was loving his first fuck and Jon wanted to make it a memorable
one.  Never losing a beat he bent his head down to take one of RJ's juicy
brown nipples between his teeth.  RJ's anal muscles spasmed around his cock
as he sucked and chewed on the teen tit.  Jon washed his tongue over the
smoothness of RJ's athletic chest and gave the other teat equal treatment.
RJ's hands were wringing through Jon's short, close-cropped hair while the
older man worshipped his body.  Taking one long swipe up the boy's throat
Jon pressed his lips to RJ's.  RJ hungrily returned the kiss, his mouth all
wet and passionate.  Juicy tongues intertwined in hot mouths and passionate
masculine sighs echoed throughout the steamy bedroom.

RJ quickly learned that by rocking and rotating his butt he could make the
shaft work his ass from different angles.  Jon was equally pleased with the
teen's adventurousness; it only served to heighten his own pleasure.  He
thrust deeply into the warm chasm.  There was no pause on the on-stroke.
Instead, Jon dove in harder and faster than ever before.  RJ's insides
clamped around him but Jon plowed right through, causing RJ's taut stomach
to heave from the powerful fucking he was taking.  It wasn't a rough,
vengeful fuck.  It was a man fuck.  Jon refused to treat RJ like he was a
delicate kid.  The boy had turned eighteen and---since he wanted it---it
was high time he learned to take it like a man.

RJ cooed with each deep penetration and gave himself over totally to his
father's best friend.  Jon's big hands worked to spread his thighs even
wider and pulled his legs back until he was twisted up like a pretzel.
With his ravaged ass poking straight up in the air Jon bore down into him
from this new angle, causing wicked new sensations to reach both their raw
nerve endings.  In this position RJ's huge boycock was looking him in the
face, mere inches from his lips and profusely leaking snot.  Jon slammed
down into the tight ass, striking RJ's prostate over and over.  Sweat from
his powerful exertions made his muscular body shine.  He couldn't remember
when he'd enjoyed a fuck so much; maybe not since that first time he'd
plowed Joey's virgin tail.  Not that those subsequent sessions hadn't been
equally thrilling, but there was something special about that first time.

All that friction on his prostate suddenly caused the ultimate reaction.
RJ panted heavily as a strong sexual current overwhelmed his body.  His
body twisted on the sheets as every nerve ending in his body seemed to
scream out.  He knew he was being fucked into a forceful cum and, for the
most fleeting of moments, thought of escaping before it was too late.  But
Jon's big cock hit his danger zone once too often and RJ watched with bug
eyes as the piss slit widened and gops of teen cum shot from his cock and
splattered against his face and into his wide open mouth.  He shouted out
like a primal beast from the ferocity of his orgasm while tasting the
warmth of his own load on his tongue.  One surge after another soaked him,
the pearly jizz leaking down the sides of his cheeks and draining back down
along his neck.

The picture of all that teen cum bathing handsome young RJ was the trigger
for Jon.  With an alarming cry he thrust his cock deep into the boy one
final time and blasted his man cum into RJ's young pussy.  He'd meant to
pull out, really give the hot looking teen a cum shower, but the thought of
breeding Ray's son was too much to resist.  He bellowed loudly, his eyes
rolled back in their sockets, as an orgasm unlike any he'd had before
racked his big body.  He spewed load after load of cream deep into RJ's
jock belly while the astonished boy watched him with wide, wondrous eyes.
 It took some time for the both of them to come down off their sexual high.
Jon fell upon RJ's nude body, lovingly lapping up the boy's own load from
his wet face like a mother bathing her kitten.

"Is it everything you wanted it to be?" the man asked later.

"Are you kidding?"  RJ was all smiles.  "That was fucking awesome!  Now I
get it, what gay Charlie likes about this stuff.  Thanks, Uncle Jon.  You
were great!"

"It was all my pleasure," Jon assumed him, tapping the tip of the cute
teen's nose with his finger.

After cleaning up in the bathroom basin RJ donned his clothes while Jon lay
back, nude with legs crossed at the ankles, across the bed, a satisfied
smile on his face.  After tying his sneaker's laces he stood up and thrust
his hands deep in his jean pockets.

"Well, I guess I better be going now," he said.  Then, looking almost
sheepishly down at the floor, he asked, "Do you think that maybe sometime
we can, you know, get together again?"

Jon smiled widely.  "You know where I live, RJ."

RJ smiled in return then turned on his heel and headed down the stairs and
out of the house.  As soon as he'd stepped onto the lawn he retrieved his
cell phone from a pocket and pressed a contact as he crossed the street to
his own house.  The call was answered on the second ring.

"Leon?  What's up, dude?  Hey, listen, don't beat off tomorrow.  After
school we gotta get together.  There's something I gotta show you....."