Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 17:24:49 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray's L'il Bro Joey

Since all you horndogs have been askin' I figured I'd share a little more
of my exploits since becomin' favored cocksucker down between the meaty,
hairy thighs of my straight buddy, Ray.  Be forewarned that graphic sexual
relationships between hunky, macho men are contained herein.  The names may
have been changed to protect the guilty, but rest assured that the
Giagianno brothers are not merely a figment of this writer's imagination.

copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale

I must've noticed the young boy frolicking in the aqua-blue water during
the first office pool party out at Cathy's house.  It's just that I really
didn't pay much attention to him.  He was Ray's kid brother---ten years his
junior.  Ray had practically raised the kid, along with his sister, after
their father skipped town.  The camaraderie between them became quite
apparent as I grew more intimate with the Giagianno family.  Ray and Joey
were much more than older brother/younger brother---their closeness
exceeded father/son or even best friends.  Joey idolized Ray.  In his eyes
his big brother was some sort of hero.  They laughed, joked, talked and
wrestled like macho jocks almost to the exclusion of anyone around them.
Joey didn't much resemble his brother in those early years, although their
Italian and Puerto Rican heritage was obvious.  In fact, even as he entered
puberty, Joey was a short, stocky and slightly overweight kid with a bad
case of acne, a serious overbite and thick, longish unkempt hair which was
always falling across his forehead and masking one of his wide, inquisitive
brown eyes.

By the time me and Ray finally hooked up in '95 the kid had reluctantly
gone off to live with his mom, who returned to her homeland of Puerto Rico.
Ray wasn't exactly thrilled with the arrangement; he was only too aware
that his mother was a flighty broad who used the children as some sort of
weapon against her ex-husband.  When she took off she left the younger
daughter (a real little bitch, just like mumsy) with the senior Giagianno
and his new wife.  In short order the friction became unbearable in that
household and before ya knew it, fourteen-year-old Sharyn was a permanent
fixture at Ray and Cathy's home.  She sure was a handful.  Between invading
the liquor cabinet, sneaking boys into her room and smoking pot it became
pretty easy to understand why Mrs. G took the son and left the troubled
teen behind.  Actually, I kinda liked her and had a few long, serious talks
with the kid---after I managed to rip the damned cigarette out of her mouth
(yeah, she'd taken up that habit, too).  Don't know how much effect I had
on the little twat but I sure earned more respect from Big Ray for taking
an interest in his sister's problems.  My biggest fear was that the
inquisitive troublemaker was gonna walk in on me and her brother goin' at
it one day and hold it over both our heads.

Luckily, things didn't quite work out for mommy dearest in PR and she
returned to the States in December of '97.  Upon discovering that her "no
good" ex-husband had "unloaded" poor little Sharyn on Ray's family, she
promptly snatched her up and took the kid to her new home---complete with
the new boyfriend she'd brought back with her.  How the nasty old fat bitch
managed to have an endless stream of men was beyond me; all I could imagine
was that her twat must be nearly as good as Ray's tasty cock.  Although
they now lived over an hour away, Sharyn still managed to pull at least one
extended weekend a month out at her older brother's place.

Of course, now-eighteen-year-old Joey returned from PR along with his
mother, but he didn't even take the opportunity to unpack.  Having had more
than enough of her manipulative bullshit over the years, and being legal
age of consent, the kid moved in with his father---who really wasn't such a
bad guy---only fifteen minutes away from big brother Ray's house.  Somehow
my visits to the Giagianno house never coincided with Joey's so I never
really saw him again until his nineteenth birthday that May.  During our
workout sessions (the non-sexual ones---baby brother was far from both our
minds when Ray's hefty hog was down my throat or up my ass) Ray would fill
me in on his younger brother's progress.  The kid had landed a pretty
decent job with lots of potential and he even snatched up a super-cute
steady girl friend---even though she wouldn't put out.  She was one of
those righteous virgins who was dedicated to keeping her pussy intact until
the wedding night---actually an admirable trait in someone from a
generation which seemed to have looser morals than my own.  Ray was a
little concerned about his baby bro.  Hell, he'd been fucking since he was
a young pup and couldn't quite understand his younger sibling not following
in his horndog footsteps.  Joey was no virgin himself---he'd lost it in
Puerto Rico---but he was staying faithful to his new babe.

The birthday bash was a pool party out in Ray and Cath's back yard---they
were pros at outdoor barbeques.  I brought my latest plaything: a
bleached-blond named Sheri who just loved the way I ate out her cunt.  In
actuality, our relationship was in the winding-down stage and I knew it
would be over pretty soon, but as our last hurrah I took her as my date.
Ray always got a big kick out of the beauties I somehow latched
onto...especially when he knew I'd much rather be nursing on his big ole
cock than routing around in their steamy clams.  Even though I was well
into my 44th year I was---hell, still am---a good-lookin' muthafucker.
Back then I had the same 200 lbs of nicely packed muscle on my six foot
frame that I have today, although my close-cropped thick hair is a lot more
salt and pepper now than it was then.  My eyes are as blue as the sky was
on that clear May day of '98 and the angular planes of my face were, are,
always have been smooth-shaven.  I've always been told I've got a nice,
open smile which lights up my face and shows off my perfectly even
pearl-drop-white teeth.  I was wearin' a pale blue cotton polo shirt and a
pair of mid-thigh white shorts that fit snug to my heavily worked out body
and displayed each well-trained muscle with every movement.  Sheri, the
dumb 28-year-old blonde, honestly believed I was in my mid-thirties, as
most people do, and I just let her---and them---go on thinking it.

They had a pretty decent turn out between family and friends.  Sharyn came
running up to me, throwin' her arms around my neck and planting a kiss on
my cheek and then introducin' me to her "boy" friend who looked a whole
hell of a lot older than the underage nymph.  I somehow managed to make eye
contact with Mrs. G, who nodded in my direction while carrying on her
conversation, the newest boy-toy attentively at her side.  She'd ditched
the stud she picked up in PR and now had some dude who didn't look much
older than her eldest son.  Mumsy, it turned out, came into a good deal of
money through an inheritance, started up her own business and began
traveling in a much more elite social circle.  Along with her new status
she'd attracted a following of hangers-on, such as her high-maintenance
escort to this party.  Mr. G wisely placed himself on an opposite area of
the yard, as far removed as possible from his ex-wife, and seemed to be
enjoying himself chatting with his Italian family, drinking beer and
smoking cigars.

As usual, Ray was toiling over the barbeque while Cathy ran around pouring
frozen concoctions from twin blenders---one looked like pina coladas, the
other was margaritas---her favorite.  She had an oversized tee shirt on
over her bathing suit; the weight just never seemed to come off after the
last child was born, but she was a big-boned girl so it didn't look all
that bad.  Ray grinned from ear to ear when he saw me coming over, his dark
eyes twinkling and looking very much like the young sixteen-year-old boy
I'd first seen thirteen years ago pushing carriages in a supermarket
parking lot.  He was only wearin' a pair of drawstring shorts slung low on
his slim hips and he looked tastier than the fuckin' food on the grill,
causing my big boy to stir around inside my shorts as I took his hand in a
firm, friendly grasp.  While he and Sheri shared a quick peck on the cheek
I observed the sheen of perspiration breaking out over his strong,
muscle-bound torso from the combination of the hot grill and the blazing
late-May sun.  He was making me hornier than hell---as always---and from
that devilish look in his eyes, I knew that he knew it.  It's a good thing
I was wearin' my shades or everybody woulda caught on to the way I was
shamelessly ogling him.  I woulda ditched Sheri and hung out the rest of
the afternoon at my straight buddy's side if we weren't suddenly
interrupted by a young guy and his girl looking for a pair of burgers.

"Whatsa matter with you, Joey," Ray addressed the boy, playfully punching
him on one bicep.  "Doncha remember my good buddy, Jon?  I know its been a
few years, but he ain't changed all that much."

The kid turned to me and a smile spread across his face as he extended a
hand towards me.  "Oh, yeah.  I didn't know you guys was still hangin' out.
How ya doin', dude?"

Speechless, I took his hand in a firm, macho shake.  This was definitely
not the same boy I'd last seen several years back.  Little Joey had
miraculously matured into one hell of a hot little hunk during his sojourn
to Puerto Rico!  He was maybe an inch shy of his bigger brother's 5'6"
height, but everything else about him appeared to be bigger.  From the wide
expanse of his shoulders to the thickness of his furry legs, Joey's body
had filled out like some rugged soccer player.  He was wearin' a
loose-fitting half-sleeve T bearing a Puerto Rican logo over knee-length
shorts, but there was no mistaking the solid body underneath.  Hard mounds
of bicep peeked out from under his sleeves, leading down to thick forearms
cabled with prominent veins.  White cotton material stretched across the
swell of his expanded pectorals and fell freely from the twin protrusion of
prominent, dark man-tits.  The touristy shirt pretty much concealed the
kid's crotch but was totally unable to hide the curve of football-sized
melons straining against the seat of his pants.  He'd had his previously
longish hair cut short, which accentuated its natural wave and complimented
his full, wholesome and decidedly handsome face.  There was barely a trace
of the poor complexion which plagued the kid throughout his early teen
years.  He had big brown eyes framed with heavy, dark lashes the color of
those thick eyebrows nearly intersecting across his strong forehead.
Joey's lips were puffy and full and his warm smile revealed a perfectly
straight set of sparkling white teeth---which musta set mumsy back a pretty
penny considering the overbite the kid had before.

My observations were quick and under the cover of dark-lensed shades---I
didn't want Ray to catch on to the fact that his little brother had me in
serious heat.  Eventually Joey and his cute little virginal girl friend got
their burger and frankfurter and went off on their merry way, leaving my
hot dog in need of some warm, attentive buns.  In fact, that afternoon I
got so horned up from being around both Giagianno studs that I just had ta
give myself a little friendly relief or I woulda fuckin' exploded!  I was
on my way through the deserted front living room to access the stairway
leading to the bath upstairs where I could beat my monster into submission
without interruption (unless Ray decided to use his private john instead of
the one downstairs---in which case I'm sure he'd have no objection in
joining me) when I ran into mommy dearest's "date".  The attractive blonde
businessman smiled, eyes traveling up and down my hot bod and resting on
the obvious bulge in the front of my shorts.  His blue orbs were sparkling
like diamonds in the sun as his tongue glided hungrily along deliciously
wet lips.  I took him upstairs, locked the door, ripped off his pants,
leaned him over the bowl and fucked the living daylights out of the dude,
depositing a hefty pint of thick, creamy cum in his scorching manhole.

Didn't see much of Joey after that, although my visits to Ray and Cath's
were a little more frequent with the expectation of running into the little
stud again.  Ray never caught on to my attraction to his brother---he
figured I was coming around for some more of his eight-and-a-half incher,
which I more than willingly accepted whenever and wherever he wanted to
give it.  He trusted me implicitly---so much so that when the whole family
went off on an SUV Disneyland vacation in early August he handed me the
keys to the house, inviting me to use the pool and his gymnasium-shed
whenever I desired during their absence.  I prefer a public gym---mainly
for the eye candy---but took him up on his generous offer and enjoyed quite
a few solo workouts followed by a nice, relaxing bareassed swim.  On one
such occasion I was nearly discovered by the next door neighbor, a fiftyish
bear of a man who poked his head over the fence separating the properties
to engage in some friendly chit chat with me.  At first I thought he'd
heard Sheri's moans the night before when I was eating out her pussy on one
of the poolside lounge chairs and wanted to offer an 'atta boy!  But there
was somethin' about the way his married man's eyes were checkin' out my
wet, exposed torso that made me wonder what the grandfather of two was
really thinkin' about.  It surely looked to me like he was lickin' his
chops and I'll even bet he was sportin' some wood on the other side of that
fence.  Fleetingly, I considered rising up out of the water, revealing
myself in all my naked glory and then inviting him over, but wisely decided
that it might not be too hot of an idea to start takin' on all of my
straight buddy Ray's neighbors.

Finally he split, but I was rock hard and leaking like a sonofabitch
thinking about what might have been.  Me and my hardon got out of the pool,
toweled off and headed into the air-conditioned house.  I was headin'
straight up to the master bedroom where I was gonna throw myself across
Ray's side of the bed and hump the mattress where he lay, fantastizin' it
was his hard, chiseled hair-lined melons I was plowin' into, until I shot
my load.  But first I had to find somethin' to unload into (I coulda just
washed the sheets afterwards, but why make more work, ya know what I mean?)
so I opened up one hall closet door and found the dirty laundry hamper.
Riflin' through it for a used towel or washcloth which would never be
missed, I was playin' with my hard meat through the front fold of the towel
with my free hand when I struck upon pay dirt!  There was the spandex
shorts Ray worked out in and a pair of damp socks, but curled up in a bunch
on top of some more dirty wash was the unmistakable elastic waistband of
his worn jock strap!  Extracting the garment from its nest I held it up
before me with quivering hands and brought the mesh basket to my face.  The
heavily intoxicating aroma of raw male sweat emanating from the jock
attested to the fact that Ray liked to wear his unit for weeks before he
finally sacrificed it to the laundry bin.  Thick, wiry pubic hairs were
caught in the material and tickled my skin as I dove into it with my mouth,
sucking out all the still-damp sweat and savoring the unmistakabley
fragrant taste of stray piss from my main man's boulder-holder.  Holding it
tightly to my face and jerking my cock furiously I lost the towel hanging
from my trim hips, sauntered into the master suite and fell back onto Ray's
side of the comfortable mattress.  Because the jock had been tossed into
the pile sopping wet and covered with layers of other laundry it retained
its moistness and pungent odor.  With my eyes closed I could almost imagine
my face was actually buried in the steamy crotch of my best fuck buddy.

Stark naked, there I was writhin' all over the fuckin' bed, sex-moanin'
like a hound in heat, floggin' my monkey like a bat outa hell and wearin
Ray's strap like a mask when I heard the deliberate sound of somebody
inside the room clearin' their throat.  I tore the jock off my face, came
up on my elbows and nearly had a stroke when I saw the young man leaning
there against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

"J-Joey!" I exclaimed, grabbing a handful of blanket to try and cover my
bobbing member---but the goddamned thing was too tightly tucked in and
wouldn't easily give without a struggle.  So I just gave the fuck up and
lay there with a straining hard-on oozing clear mangoo somewhere in the
short space between his intruding eyes and mine.  "H-How did you get in
here?"

The nineteen year old smirked, his big brown eyes dancing mischievously.
"Ray gave me a key, same as you.  I been wondering when I was gonna run
into you."  His big hand absently came up to cup one solid pec and wash
over the strong bulge of his shoulder, traversing down that arm and
fondling the rock-like mass of his bicep.  Joey's naked torso revealed a
blossoming musculature, although not ripped and defined like his older
brother.  He was more like a young football player with meaty muscles and a
thick, tight waist.  The chill from the air conditioning had his oversized
brown, juicy nipples blooming like ripened cherries on jutting slabs of
equally impressive pectorals.  There was a thick tuft of funky dark hair
poking out from both armpits and more around the indention of his navel,
leading into the waistband of his shorts, but otherwise his chest was
smooth, tanned and hairless.

I was just about to try to come up with some kind of an excuse as to why I
was there in his brother's bed beatin' my meat while sniffin' his athletic
supporter (although I seriously doubt there is much I could have said) when
the younger Giagianno reached down to cup the mound in the front of his
shorts.  His smoldering, youthful eyes were all over my hard body as he
blatantly massaged his package right there in front of me.  The kid looked
so fuckin' hot framed in the doorway feelin' himself up that I hastily lost
my battle with self control, wrapped my fist around my blood-engorged
member and began jerking it.  Joey's inquisitive eyes widened a little as
he curiously watched me stroke the full length of my sizeable meat.  His
own fat-fingered hand seemed to get busier squeezing the growing weapon
still hidden from view inside his pants.

"No need to tell anybody about what you saw here today, Joey."  I spoke
slowly, deliberately, sexily.  "Sometimes a guy's just gotta get his rock
off.  I'm sure a young buck like you knows all about that."  Squeezing
upwards tightly on my rod I managed to produce a healthy gob of rich
pre-cum from the yawning slit running across the top of my cockhead,
enjoying the shit out of this jerk-off session with my best friend's
hot-as-hell younger brother.

"Yeah, right, thats why you were rubbin' Ray's jockstrap all over your
face."  There was a wise-assed, tell-me-another-one look on his face.
"It's only been a few days, Jon.  Miss his cock that much?"

Stopping in mid-stroke and holding myself tightly around the thick base, I
stammered, "What are you sayin', Joey?  You know me and your brother are
good buddies."

"Fuck buddies, you mean!  And don't even try to bullshit me, dude.  I saw
the two of you out in the garage a couple of weeks ago when you thought
nobody was home."

I remembered the incident well.  I'd gone over to the house to help Ray
with the '78 Mustang he was rebuilding, but the hot and humid summer
afternoon had us unbelievably horny and before long I was goin' down on him
in the back seat of the car.  We were so fuckin' sexed up it was quite
possible we never would have noticed an intruder.  So Joey had walked in on
us and kept his presence secret!  I wondered if he'd remained in the garage
long enough to observe big brother Ray hoist my strong thighs up and drill
his massive fleshpole up my cock-hungry asshole.

It was turnin' me on so fuckin' much knowin' that this hot little teen-man
caught us in the act and was obviously not too upset over his lurid
discovery.  Blood was surgin' like a motherfucker through my rock-hard cock
and streams of pre-cum were oozin' out with no control as my semen-slicked
hand slowly jerked up and down the rigid length.  The young part-Italian,
part-Puerto Rican stud-muffin unconsciously stuffed his hand under his
waistband, openly fondling himself from inside the loose-fitting shorts as
his bold brown eyes traveled over my prone body.  His curling, pink tongue
flickered out to moisten those nicely thick lips as a wet spot dampened the
front of his pants, assuring me that little Joey was ripe and ready for the
picking.

"Buddies help each other out, Joey," I explained, one arm tucked back under
my head, propping myself for a better look at the horny buck and exposing
one hairy pit.  "That's all me and your brother were doing...helpin' each
other out.  Don't get me wrong; pussy's great sometimes.  But there's other
times a man needs to feel the way no woman can ever make him feel.
Sometimes a man's gotta have another man's hard body grinding against his,
runnin' hands over big sweat-soaked muscles, rubbin' stubbled chins
together while pushing swollen tongues into mouths, rutting like dogs with
equal strength and surging animalistic power and gettin' high on the scent
of their raunchy maleness.  Your brother Ray needed somethin' the
adventurous man's gotta have every now and again....same as me....same as
you...."  My slow, seductive words had him popping his top clasp and
digging both hands down into the front of his steamy, loose-fitting shorts.
From the way he was fidgeting around in there, I figured he was cupping his
sweaty nuts with one hand while the other toyed with his young gun.  Even
though little Joey's eyes were intensely locked on mine, I could detect the
expectant quivering of his meaty body, the flare of his nostrils from
heavy, sexually charged breathing and the thin sheen of nervous
perspiration that was making his olive skin shine in the late afternoon
sunlight filtering through the bedroom windows.

"Strong, hard cocks pressed together between sweaty, writhing male bodies,
leaking pent-up ball juice all over ripped bellies," I went on, enjoying
the effect my words were having on the young, up-till-now-straight, young
stud-meat.  "Huge, manly hands tweakin' and twistin' hard, ripe
nipples---makin' their big pricks convulse with excitement...  The
sandpaper bristle of a day's growth of whiskers against smooth pectorals as
he sucks and chews on that firm, muscular tit...  Grabbin' fistfuls of
hair, thick male flesh and firm melons of ass...  cum-oozing dicks sloppily
and hungrily devoured, inch by jaw-breaking inch, until noses are buried in
funky pubes... cock buried in your best buddy's throat, takin' care of each
other..."

Shit, I was turnin' myself on so I know what I had to be doing to little
Joey.  His shorts had fallen down around his ankles, so he'd kicked them
out of the way.  He was leanin' back with his broad shoulders propped
against the wall, lumberjack-sized legs spread wide and feet solidly
planted to the floor for support.  Sweat was beadin' up all over his hot
bod and his breathing was real heavy as he continued to work the hefty
monster fighting for release from inside confining boxer shorts.  His
darkly-lashed lids were at half-mast as he continued to observe me through
misty brown eyes.

"You and my brother...you do all that stuff?" he hoarsely whispered.

"That's right," I lied, "What you saw in the garage was mere foreplay
compared to when we really get going at each other!"  Truth of the matter
is that, at this point, the most Ray did to reciprocate our hot sex was to
grab ahold of my rod like a stick-shift while he was riding my ass and jerk
me off as he loaded me up with his massive waves of sweet spunk.  But Joey
didn't need to know that.  Better to let him think that his big bro was a
king cocksucker (which, in fact, he has since become).

Groaning loudly, Joey pushed himself off the wall, eyes flaring, as he
whipped off his undies and approached his brother's bed where I lay
pleasuring myself.  "If you're good enough for my brother, then you're good
enough for me," he declared, kneeling right beside me on the king-sized
bed.  He hoisted one hefty leg across my body and came to rest seated on my
strong upper chest.  The heat radiating from his steamy asshole burned
against my skin while his big, juicy dick hovered like a tasty carrot
directly over my face.

His was a beaut---maybe not quite so long as his older brother's, but fat
and thick as my grown man's wrist!  The massive staff rose majestically
from a thick base, boldly swelling out midway up its glorious length and
then narrowing again only an inch before its perfect crown.  The rubbery
rim of his plum-sized cockhead was like a goddamned shelf, casting erotic
shadows down along the bobbing surface of the thickly-vein-covered cock.
That fuckin' head must have made up close to three of his seven-plus hard
inches.  It was the closest thing to mushroom I'd ever seen---other than
the "Real McCoy" (of course) which (not so surprisingly) I didn't have
quite as desperate a taste for at this particular moment.  The thick lips
of his piss-hole were pulled apart by the weight of the rest of the thing
as it surged with lust-sustaining blood.  As I panted like an excited puppy
dog, a thick stream of pre-cum oozed right out of the gaping slit, gliding
down the underside of his bulbous head and then dribbling into my wide
open, awaiting mouth.  Swirling his lightly-seasoned teen juice around
inside my face-hole, I allowed it to marinate on my taste buds before
swallowing his sweet nectar like a thirsty vampire anxious to reclaim my
youth through his semen!

One taste of this boy was all it took to send my face raising up into the
musky folds of his dangling nutsac.  I really went to work lapping at those
man-sized balls and slurping at his tough, sweaty skin.  My nose was pretty
much wedged in that funky space at the base of his trembling rod and his
spit-shined sac while I sucked one nut at a time into my mouth and rolled
the fucker around on my busy tongue.  The kid was fairly cooing like a bird
in no time flat and soon had his knees planted to either side of my head,
pelvis thrust forward and slowly riding my face!  When I slid my tongue
back along that tasty secret channel separating balls from asshole, little
Joey sighed deeply and spread his tree-trunk thighs a little wider---an
invitation if ever I'd received one!!  He'd pulled his round, muscular
buttocks apart just enough to let me lick a path through the cleavage,
wetting his fuzz and plastering it against his ass trench.  The lusty lad
positively shuddered when I found his sweet little pucker and began probing
it with the tip of my tongue.

Both my fists were wrapped around my formidable piece of meat, flogging it
with wild abandon.  Lapping the surface of his wrinkled pink hole, I coaxed
it open and slipped my tongue deep up inside his slimy butthole.  With my
face practically smothered between his meaty cheeks, I swirled my mouth
muscle around his hole and listened to the teen-man's groans of pleasure.
My penetrating, spit-filled tongue worked the insides of Joey's heavenly
hole while his tight, melon-sized ass cheeks ground against the stubble of
my five o-clock shadow.  He tasted so goddamned fresh, tender and exciting
that I could've kept on eating out that hole and slurping up his youthful
ass juices 'til the cocks crowed in the morning.  But I wanted to get to
that fat-headed cock of his before he had a chance to change his mind...not
that second thoughts seemed likely at this point.

He seemed real fuckin' disappointed that I'd abandoned his steamy portal.
I licked, sucked and chewed my way back through his treasure trench and
over big, hanging balls, trying to reach his randy behemoth, but the fat
cock was arced up and away from me.  Joey caught on to my dilemma real
quick and repositioned himself so that his prick was once again hanging
right over my face.  Pressing one big thumb against the top of his fleshy,
mushroomed head he pushed it against my thick lips.  I opened wide and
enveloped the massive prickhead with my wet, steamy mouth.  My lips, tongue
and teeth went to work on the sensitive nerve endings of his oversized
cockhead.  Lips were tightened around the underside of his formidable
crown, holding him in place while my tongue bathed him in wads of slick
saliva.  Every time I ran my tongue over his thick piss slit the boy
tensed, threw back his head and audibly moaned.  The fuckin' head was so
big that I wondered if I'd be able to get any more of him in my gullet!

The little fuck was gettin' so hot and bothered that he had a momentary
brain freeze and let go of his cock, which popped right outa my mouth and
snapped up against his flat gut.  I was just about to reach between his
spread thighs to take hold of that mouth-watering slab of meat and redirect
it to my divine lips, but Joey had other ideas.  Coming up off his knees
the nineteen-year-old stud shifted position again, this time hovering over
top of me in a near-sixty-nine.  He dug his knees into the bed coverings
alongside my head, one muscular arm propping him up somewhere near the
vicinity of my right hip while he took hold of his fat shaft by the hairy
base with the other.  As he lowered his dripping, throbbing prick to my
lips I cocked my head backwards to meet him and opened wide.  The
plum-sized head of his cock pushed its way into the expanded oval of my
eagerly awaiting mouth.  My lips stretched to accommodate the gargantuan
girth as I chewed on the fleshy head, tongue snaking out to lap at the
thick vein on the underside of his pleasure weapon.  Joey responded by
sinking another inch of his beefy stick into my suck-hole.

I was drawing away on that big, beautiful cock when Joey suddenly released
his grasp on it, planted his hand to the side of my other hip and came up
onto his toes in a sexy push-up stance.  His hips began to rise and fall,
pumping his hard, fat crank between my heated lips.  More and more of his
dark, tasty ItalianRican dick plowed its way into me, the fat head banging
against the back of my throat and nearly making me gag.  There was no way I
was gonna get this engorged fucker down any further, so I just started
sucking like a crazy man.  Better than five inches of his veiny meat,
inclusive of that huge cockhead, rhythmically slid between my wet lips and
stuffed my saliva-coated hole.  The little fuck wasn't even allowing me a
moment to breath, he just kept driving it in and out....in and out.  His
heavy, sweaty ballbag was slapping against my forehead and I could just
feel the heady perspiration rolling off his well-proportioned young body
and onto my own just below him.  He was panting heavily and the warmth of
his breathing washed over my bobbing prick, not all that far away from his
face.  Damn, how I wanted him to lean forward just a little bit further and
kiss the angry purple head of my mancock with his full, meaty lips!  He
would've sure gotten one tasty treat, 'cos I was leaking dick lava like
crazy at this point.

Releasing a hold on my prized possession, I reached back to run my hands up
along the rear of those massive, hairy thighs to either side of my face and
ended up with two handfuls of nice, bubbled ass cheeks.  I kneaded those
lightly fuzz-covered grapefruits and allowed my fingers to close in on his
heavily indented crack.  The sweaty stickiness from his crevice told me I
was close to home.  Palms spread over firm melons, my index and middle
fingers of each hands went to work pulling open his shit ditch and digging
through the sexy, heavier growth of Italian body hair splitting his crack
in two.  Joey's young body tensed and shuddered when I finally touched the
wrinkled folds of his steamy hole.  My fingers did a teasing little dance
over his virgin bud, never daring to poke through his tight elastic band
(not yet anyway), but just skirting the area and turning him on like never
before.  Joey's fat dick seemed to swell even larger---buried as deep as
possible in my pleasing mouth---and his face-fucking became more insistent.
I growled deep and seductive around his fuck tool while my hands busily
played with his bucking shitter.

"Oh yeah, Jon," he moaned quietly, his voice real manly and deep "you've
got one hot fuckin' mouth!  Better'n any pussy I ever had!  Been a long
fuckin' time since I had a good blow job!  Keep suckin' that dick, man,
suck the whole goddamned thing! Play with my tight ass, you cocksucker you!
Awww man, that's it!  Finger my shit hole jus' like that!  AWWWWWWWWWWW
FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"

His hips were buckin' a mile a minute now, tearing into me with little
regard, literally raping my face.  Not that I was about to raise any kind
of objection, mind you.  I'd learned the art of breathing through my
nostrils a long fuckin' time ago, pal, so my slippery mouth was a free hole
for him to do as he damned well pleased.  Little Joey was moanin' and
groanin' away, a mighty engine racing like mad.  I knew his heart had to be
pounding a mile a minute---fuck if I couldn't feel the intense beating
right through the distended veins of his mighty prick!  He was one hell of
a strong boy, that much was for sure, managing to support all his weight on
hands and toes while he bludgeoned my face with his throbbing slab of tasty
meat.  I was lappin' at that huge mushroomed head every chance I got with
his out-stroke and assisted his return by sloppily sucking him right back
into me.  His thick, hard shaft speared me all the way to the back of my
throat while I bathed the entire length of his buried meat with slick, wet
saliva.  Little Joey tasted awful fuckin' good, almost as good as his big
brother, only....FRESHER!

There were all kinds of sloshy, slapping sounds filling Ray's bedroom as
his baby brother rode my face.  Face drool was liberally spilling out from
the sides of my mouth as the fat rod relentlessly pumped against the back
of my throat.  My swollen tongue was like an internal tickler along the
thickly-veined underside of his gargantuan shaft.  He kept slammin' that
big fucker in and out, his thrusts coming even more quickly, his dick
practically a blur as it bruised my lips.  Ultimately, his heavy, rapid
breathing revealed that little Joey's balls were boiling over and he was
gettin' real fuckin' close to poppin' his cork.  I let him feed me that
meaty rod a few more times before I forcefully pulled his ass trench open
wide and dug both middle fingers right up his hot little hole!

That was it for Joey!  With a startled yelp, his entire body convulsed and
he fell to his knees, dick buried tonsil-deep in my forty-four year old
sucking machine.  He'd stopped the frantic fucking---but damned if I was
about to stop the sucking!  His hefty ballbag had drawn up taut between his
widespread legs and he was pantin' like a race horse on the final stretch
as I brought him nearer to the orgasm of his young life.  With a strong,
strangled cry little Joey's nut sac literally exploded and voluminous
amounts of searing hot cum blasted from the wide-open, fleshy lips of his
magnificent cockhead.  Each forceful shot splashed against the back of my
throat and filled my already-stuffed mouth until I thought that I might
drown from the continuous waves of spent semen.  Swallowing load after
tasty load, I didn't think the boy was ever going to stop cumming!  Just
when he'd slowed to a trickle and I thought I'd drained his cock of every
last drop he could possibly produce, the hot little stud surprised me by
bellowing loudly and erupting one final, and impressively massive, jet of
satiating teen-man cum.  I drank every bit of his tasty load, then ran my
tongue all along his rod and over the mushroom-like head, cleaning him in a
warm saliva-wash.

Joey fell over on his back beside me, his strong chest rising and falling
rapidly from the exertion of the last several minutes of wild face-fucking.
Sweat was trickling down all over his young, bronzed body.  He had one arm
up, turned so the back of his hand rested against his forehead as he stared
up at the ceiling and tried to catch his breath.  The sight of his darkly
hairy pit was sure one hell of an enticement for me, but I refrained from
scaring the kid and instead reached out to tweak one of his hard,
protruding nipples.  Rolling it between two fingers, I caught the boy
looking down at my maneuvers and then gazing in my direction.

"You sure as shit know what you're doin', Jon," he finally addressed me,
his voice heavy.  "I never got off like that before!  And there ain't no
bitch who ever let me cum in her mouth....let alone to swallow my jizz!
That was so fuckin' hot!"  And then he got that innocent little puppy dog
look just like his older brother sometimes did.  "We can do it again
sometime, can't we?"

"Who says we're finished?"  I was laying there playing with this macho
little studpup, his cum still warm in my belly, and I was sportin' a rock
hard-on that desperately required some kind of attention.  Determined not
to let this session end as most of my encounters with Ray had ended, I came
up on my knees and positioned myself between Joey's thick, outstretched
legs.  Sexily cocking his head to one side, he looked up at me in naive
curiosity.  Grasping him under the knees, I lifted Joey's hairy legs up and
back until they were spread wide and his big, bubbled butt was totally
exposed to me.  Before the kid even knew what was happening, I dove in face
first and gave him the wettest, sloppiest rim job of my career!

He grabbed ahold of himself behind the knees, allowing my freed hands to
clutch his rock-hard ass cheeks and knead them while probing his hot
crevice with my tongue.  Digging deep into my straight buddy's little
brother's hairy ass crack, I tasted the funky sweetness of him.  My
slobbering, distended tongue ran up and down the length of his awesomely
deep and tangy butt ditch and darted around his little pucker, making love
to the boy's asshole.  It wasn't difficult for me to notice that his big
cock had jumped back to attention almost from the moment my hot breath
first washed over his manly ass.  The way I had him bent over, that big
mushroom cockhead of his was resting right between his mounded pecs, its
deep piss slit pulsing open to look him right in the face.

His beefy body positively shuddered every time the surface of my tongue
passed over his button.  Zeroing in on the wrinkled target, I rubbed the
sides of his hole with my thumbs while my rapidly flicking mouth muscle
went to work probing the folds of his wet asslips.  When I was sure I had
him good and juiced up, I wedged one fat finger second-knuckle deep into
the cutie's shitter and slowly screwed it around.  His tight muscle clamped
down around my digit, almost as if trying to hold it securely in place.
Fighting his dominant hold, I slid my finger out of him and then quickly
slipped it right back in...again and again...slowly and sensuously
finger-fucking the macho, hunky straight lad.  Keeping the area well-lubed,
I leaned in every now and then to run my tongue around the mouth of his
ass, liberally coating it with saliva and taking a selfish moment to suck
his tasty ass juices off my working finger.  When the kid's virgin-tight
hole seemed like it was loosening up a little bit, I snuck in a second
finger.  Joey really tensed with that one, but he did nothing to stop me.
As a matter of fact, he hadn't yet raised one objection to my openly gay
ass play.

Pretty soon I had four fingers, two from each hand, sliding in and out of
the husky teen's tight, hungry love hole.  Black, wet hairs were plastered
against the sides of his shit ditch from all the saliva I'd lathed down
there, making little Joey's cherry busting experience more pleasurable than
painful.  Hooking my fingers deep up inside his rubber band, I forcefully
pulled his pink ass lips wide apart and lewdly stretched his boyhole open.
Joey moaned deeply and started squirming all over the bedcovers as my
exploring digits fought to keep his butt-trap from snapping shut.  Moving
in again, my long wet tongue easily slid into the heated opening created by
my thick fingers.  With lips pressed tightly against his open raspberry, my
snaking tongue deeply explored the damp sweetness of his tender young
asshole.  I ate out his ass with a darting tongue, lapping the inner walls
of that gaping anus and searing his insides with mouthfuls of slippery
spittle.  His ass was rockin' all over the goddamned bed, threatenin' to
tear out my tongue by the root.  I managed to keep my face firmly planted
between his sweet cheeks, even when he grabbed a fistful of my hair in a
feeble attempt to pull me off of him and cease the wanton lust coursing
through his hot body.

"OH SHIT! OH FUCK!" he chanted, his head rocking from side to side on the
pillows.  "Eat my fuckin' hole, you faggot bastard!  Eat up my hole and
then SUCK ME OFF AGAIN!!!"

That's what HE thought!

Somewhat reluctantly, I tore my face from between his thick thighs.  Both
thumbs were now hooked inside his loosened hole, massaging the swollen
rosebud.  Joey was lookin' at me quizzically, wonderin' to himself why I'd
stopped feasting on his secret masculinity.  He probably deduced that I was
gonna chow down on his thick cockpiece and coax another wave of sweet sauce
from his ballbag.  But I had a big surprise in store for little macho Joey!

"Faggot bastard, eh?" I repeated his sex-crazed outburst.  "Just cos I suck
your dick, swallow your load and eat your hole, you think I'm a faggot
bastard?"  My thumbs were screwing around inside him purposely deep and
slow.  "I've had more pussy in my lifetime than you or your hot stud
brother prob'ly will ever have, Joey-boy."

"I....hey, I'm sorry, Jon....didn't mean ta.....you're a cool
dude....always kinda liked you....like ya even more
now....I..........AARRRGGHHHHHH" The little prick was trying to worm his
way out of his insulting words, but I shut him up by yanking his boyhole
wide open once again with my fat thumbs.  Scooting in closer between his
widespread thighs, I eased the head of my big dick against the opening
created by my fingers and felt waves of heat from inside his body wash over
my sensitive glans.

"This FAGGOT is gonna fuck the livin' shit outa you, Joey, with his big,
fat mandick!"  He slowly shook his head from side to side in protest, fear
registering in his dark brown eyes.  "Don' worry, Joey, your brother was a
little scared the first time, too, but now he practically begs me to plow
his asshole!"  It was a total fabrication of the truth, but the kid didn't
need to know that.

Joey's good looks registered shock.  "YOU......FUCK.....RAY!?!?!?!?!?"

I grinned evily and perpetuated the lie.  "That's right, boy!  Every
fuckin' chance I get.  Shit, even at your birthday party, I had him
upstairs in the bathroom bangin' the fuck outa his hairy hole!"  Actually,
as you may recall, that was his mother's boyfriend I'd done in the
john---but it sounded hot as hell to me and seemed to be workin' on Joey's
psyche.

His ultra-hot wrestler's body tensed and a sexy whimper escaped those
made-for-cocksuckingly full, lush lips as I easily glided my swollen
cockhead between the fat thumbs holding his ass lips apart and entered his
wide-open hole.  Once my helmet was buried inside him I released his
rubber-band ring and felt the tight sphincter muscle snap securely around
my hefty piece of meat just under the rim.  Massaging the inside of his
thick, widespread thighs with my roving hands, I gave his virgin butt a
little time to get used to the pulsating head of my prick before I fed him
some length.  Joey had sucked his puffy lower lip into his mouth and was
biting down on it.  His face was all crunched up as he winced in sex pain,
sultry brown eyes now crinkled slits and his expansive eyebrows knitted in
a desperate scowl.  Wisps of dark bangs were plastered haphazardly across
the sexy boy's sweat-beaded forehead.  It was one hell of an incredible
sight havin' such a handsome, well-built boy layin' there in front of me
with his strong, muscular legs spread wide, his thick slab of meat pulsing
up and down as it rested hard against his upper abdomen, and his hot
asshole instinctively trying to resist me.

Flexing my hips I pushed one inch---then another---slowly, but
purposefully, into him.  He was fuckin' tight as a drum, all right, and
there was no denying that his rump was uncharted territory.  Lickin' my
slobbering lips, I observed the way his sweet, hair-lined ass lips got
drawn into him as my dick was buried deeper and deeper inside his gripping
chute.  When I rubbed against his prostrate, the boy began to move wildly
about the bed, grabbing handfuls of bed coverings and writhing like a snake
on hot pavement.  Half of the way in, I stopped again, savoring the feeling
of his tight velveteen glove embracing me from within.  And then I drew
back, withdrawing inch after thick inch.  Joey's meaty butt lips, which had
latched onto the length of my cock, were pulled out and away from his body,
making me even hornier for his hole.  He groaned long and sexily as every
hard, throbbing millimeter of my aching schlong slowly slid out of him.
When my plump dickhead popped from his cherry, Joey's wrinkled little
pucker clammed up tight.  Wasting little time, I took cock in hand, pressed
my leaking glans up to his shithole, and shoved my way back in.

My big mancock slithered farther into his murky depths this time, paused
momentarily and then pulled almost all the way out again.  Joey's tight
boyhole was firmly gripping my cockhead, not wanting to let it pop out of
his clenched ass ring this time.  Locking my eyes onto his, I fucked my
super-swollen glans in and out of the hairy mouth, challenging his tight
sphincter muscle.  The handsome horndog was making short little rutting
grunts and his head was rolling all over the white pillow case, soaking it
with all his sweat.  I just couldn't wait a moment longer.  Grabbing him by
the front of his thighs, I pulled the boy closer to me and drove my missile
home!  The kid stiffened under me as my thick cock ripped through his
Italian fuckhole.  My big, juicy balls slapped up against his big butt
cheeks while his pussy lips gripped the base of my prick like a fuckin'
vise.  I was all the way inside of his twitching ass hole!

"AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he wailed as my cock head
rested in his slimy guts.  His thick fingers were diggin' into my meaty
biceps as I leaned over him and got ready to throw him his first fuck.  My
hips began to pump up and down, slowly at first, but the tempo increased
before long.  I fucked him long and deep, pulling out 'til my flanged tip
was threatening to bust outa his hole and then plowed it all the way back
in.  My dick twisted around inside his guts, finding places he'd never
known existed and making Joey squirm like a slippery eel.

I picked up the speed, fairly ramming his hot little hole.  My wet,
slippery cock filled his ass cavity time after time, bangin' the livin'
hell out of Joey's newly discovered prostate.  The entire length of his
warm, silky channel clenched around the thickness of my battering ram,
making for a perfectly hot fuck.  The realization struck me that there
seemed to be slightly less resistance with each deliberate thrust from my
loins.  Smiling knowingly, I slammed harder, deeper and faster into the
young boy's hole, grinding my meat around up inside him from a variety of
angles.

As my veiny, swollen column plunged deeply into his shitter, Joey was
whippin' his head around on the pillow, gnashing his perfect white teeth
together and pounding the mattress with tightly clenched fists as his
well-proportioned body shivered in ecstasy.  When my cock managed to hit
his insides at just the right spot, Joey's eyes shot wide open and he began
pummeling my hard chest with his fists, shouting a string of obscenities:

"OWWWWWWW FUCK, THAT HURTS!  YOU'RE HURTIN' MY TIGHT LITTLE ASS WITH THAT
BIG, FAT MAN COCK!"  My wiry bush tangled up in his ass hairs as I started
jackhammerin' my fat knob way up where the fuckin was real good.  His voice
came deeper and more testosterone-filled than usual: "OH YEAH, DUDE, OH
YEAH!!  THAT'S IT!! THAT'S FUCKIN' IT!!!  FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT BIG DICK!!
TAKE MY LITTLE HOLE!!! YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I WANNA CUM AGAIN!!! FUCK ME
WITH ALL YOU GOT, JON...FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCK MY BROTHER...MAKE ME A MAN
JUST LIKE YOU MADE HIM!!!"

Seeing as I had never had the pleasure of excavating Ray's hairy man-hole,
I improvised.  Not that it would have been too difficult a feat: I'd
fantasized fucking my straight body for many years and had lotsa
masturbation material stored up in my horny imagination.  The way his young
brother was practically beggin' for it now was a total turn on to me.  I'd
turned little Joey into a fuck pig with one short lesson from my
rump-humping pole and knew he'd never be the same again!

Harder and harder my shaft pressed into him, forcing his anal muscles to
stretch and accomodate my width.  When those same muscles squeezed around
my schlong and caressed my hardness from deep within him, I had no doubt
Joey'd passed the pain stage and was enjoying the pleasures of male
copulation.  After another moment, he was bucking back against me, meeting
my forceful thrusts dead on.  Our sweat soaked bodies slapped together as I
humped him with renewed vigor.  Joey's upper torso rose and fell with each
hard thrust.  His hands slapped against my pecs and dug into my hard
nipples, pulling and twisting them, trying to transfer the same degree of
pleasure and pain that I was inflicting upon him.  His face registered the
unspeakable erotic rapture his whole body was experiencing.

Joey's feet were right up on my strong shoulders and his twin logs of leg
were stretched out to either side of me, their muscles visibly jumping
under the surface of his ethnic skin.  I just kept fuckin' away at him,
knowing my heart was speed pumping but unable to resist the temptation of
his tight hole.  It'd been a long time since I'd fucked virgin ass; hell,
it'd been a long time since I'd fucked somethin' so goddamn young and
macho!  It was kind of like my conscious thought had taken holiday from my
body and I was nothing more than a steam-rolling, fucking machine.  I
fucked him with everything I had, forcing myself in and out of his sweaty
ass and making him tremble like a schoolgirl on the end of my wand.  His
asshole was practically begging to be fucked long and rough, and I was more
than happy to oblige.

Suddenly Joey tensed up and his eyes got that glazed over look I was very
familiar with.  He was panting like crazy and his face was all screwed up
from the pressure of his oncoming orgasm.  His butt muscles clenched down
tight on my bludgeoning pecker and his big, fat dick shot one huge load
after another of creamy ball juice all over his heaving torso.  I never
lost a beat plowing into his gripping shitter, my eyes fixed on the
handsome boy's erotic expressions as he reached his second mind-blowing
orgasm of the past hour.  Just when I thought his balls were drained, Joey
let go with that final block-buster load.  It erupted out of him with such
volcanic force that it arced over his chest and splatted him square in the
face.

Seeing that huge load slowly dripping down his face and running over thick,
parted lips was more than I could stand.  My breathing got harsh and ragged
and I could feel a sort of tingling heat burning through my crotch and
balls.  Abruptly yanking my cock out of his hole, I shouted incoherently
and blew my load all across his hot, wrestler's body.  Huge jets of sweet
cock cream spewed from my piss-gash and soaked his hard, muscled torso.
Joey ran curious hands all over his chest, combining our spent loads and
massaging it into his delectable skin.  When I'd splashed my last bit of
seed, I pretty much collapsed on top of the muscle-bound youth, our cocks
resting together.  Rolling out my parched tongue, I licked the tasty cum
off his face like an overly eager puppy while our hands played over each
others sopping wet bodies.  Digging his head back into the soft pillows, he
moaned long and loud as I sucked on his protruding adam's apple.  Coming up
to lightly touch my lips against Joey's, I swear I detected a twitch as
though he were about to kiss me back.  But I was already up, pulling my
lower body to his face and guiding my softening, but still hard, dick
towards his mouth.

"Your brother loves to taste the last bit of cum out of my cock," I told
him---and it worked like a charm!  Joey's puffy lips parted and my cockhead
slid into his slick, warm mouth.  Wrapping one thick hand around my girth,
he held it in place as his tongue slid all over my sensitive glans and he
milked the last remaining juices from my slit, big brown eyes fixed
intently upon me the whole time.

I was getting hard again!

It was dark by the time we finally locked up the house.  Joey saw the logic
behind keeping our tryst top secret---even from his trusted, big brother
who, not a week later, fucked me silly right there in that same bed I'd
deflowered his sibling.  We had both parked curbside, me in front of Joey.
I was sitting behind my wheel adjusting the volume on the radio when Joey
pulled his used pick up onto the roadway, then abruptly braked and
reversed.  Coming up alongside my car, he rolled down the window with a
mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Think you'll be comin' back to check on things here tomorrow?"

I smiled widely and grabbed a handful of my crotch.  "See you then, little
buddy."

As I slipped my car into gear and steered onto the roadway, the next
door-neighbor stepped out onto his porch.  I honked the horn and nodded in
Grandpa Bear's direction as I passed by.  The older man gave me a wide,
knowng shit-eating grin---and I could swear I saw him through my rearview
mirror lewdly fondle his groin.....