Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2004 20:11:08 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray: L'il Bro Joey Gets Married 1

For the longest time I've been teasing you nosy bastards about
the outrageous and unexpected events that transpired around the time
of li'l Joey's nuptials a few years back.  The wedding was a grand
affair; I had an enjoyable time---especially after I'd gotten a few
cocktails down me and starting hunting down some real cock and tail.
There was no shortage of male (or female) eye candy in the ball room (or
the rest room).  Between Joey's buds and ethnically mixed family (not to
mention his brother, my straight fuck buddy) I was sporting major wood
most of the evening.  Turns out I wasn't the only one with an insatiable
man hunger on that particular winter's night---even the groom got in on
the action!  Such a shame hunky Joey felt the need to take "the plunge";
the kid was a natural born butch bottom---a fact more than a few of the
male guests in attendance intimately knew.

From boyhood Joey had developed a severe case of hero worship for Ray,
his older brother.  "Tying the knot" was just another extension of this
emulation.  Couldn't really blame him, being as Ray was the most constant
male figure in his young life.  Their parents' marriage ended when Joey
and his sister were quite young; the three siblings then raised in their
mother's home.  Ray, ten years Joey's senior, took over the role of "man
of the house", securing himself odd jobs after school to help support the
family.  The two brothers remained tight through good times and bad---and
there were more than enough hard times in those early days.  At one
point their mother, a bitch on Latino heels, relocated to Puerto Rico
with li'l Joey in tow, leaving troubled daughter Sharyn behind in her
ex's care.  By this point Ray had already married my co-worker Cathy,
which is how I hooked up with him after years of ogling his hot teen
body down at the supermarket where he'd once pushed carriages part-time.
Damn, I'm getting hard just thinking about those days before we became
regular fuck buddies; seems like it was only yesterday.

Anyways, to condense history (since you probably already know it if
you've read the previous chapters), when Joey returned from Puerto Rican
exile he'd matured into one hot little tamale!  And a sneaky one, too.
Seems the cute, hunky wrestler-type spied on me and Ray going at out in
the garage and decided if man ass was good enough for his big brother it
was good enough for him.  Knowing the teen had a monkey-see-monkey-do
attitude when it came to his bro, I pulled a fast one on li'l Joey
by leading him to believe I fucked big Ray just as often as he fucked
me.  Joey's hairy, powerful thighs were parted in no time and I was
pleasurably plowing his ultra-tight virgin man hole.  Little did I know
the monster I created that lusty, sex-filled afternoon; Joey took to cock
like a fish to water and has been getting himself royally fucked ever
since!

He's told me about some of his fuck buddies, usually while I'm getting my
piece of his action, but I'm willing to bet there's lots more.  For all
his straight-guy machismo, Joey G's insatiable asshole has absolutely no
conscience.  All them dudes who've experienced the ultimate pleasures of
the dark-haired beauty's fuck and suck holes can't get over the fact
that he's such a cock whore!  Nobody'd ever have thought from knowing
him that he was anything but one-hundred percent hetero, which makes
fucking him all the more enjoyable.  No candy ass he; Joey takes a fuck
like a real man.  Even afterwards when he's laying there all hunky and
sweaty, scooping up the cum leaking out of his well-fucked hole and
licking it from thick, calloused fingers, Joey fails to accept the
reality of his own sexuality.  Far as he's concerned he's just doin' what
guys do---same as his brother (or so he thinks).  Go figure.

As promised, here is my account (as best I know) of the events
surrounding then-twenty-year-old Joey's wedding.  Couldn't get it all
down in own chapter; there's just too much to recount.  As has been said
before---and must be said again---this text contains graphic sexual
depictions and is meant solely for a mature readership.

copyright 2004 JRoyale


Ol' Jack Frost was unseasonably kind to the northeastern United States
that winter of 2000.  Snow bunnies suffering deprivation from a typical
Currier & Ives holiday were equally distressed by the mild climate which
continued on into late February.  With only an occasional dusting,
resorts in nearby Pennsylvania and Vermont were forced to utilize
manufactured snow to afford ski enthusiasts an opportunity to enjoy their
winter sport---and to turn some sort of profit from an otherwise
disappointing season.  On many a day, the most energetic skier could be
observed mastering the slopes in little more than sweat shirt and
shorts---something normally unheard of at this time of year!  Geologists
worried about the effect to water-deprived aqueducts which relied on a
certain percentage of precipitation and meteorologists constantly spoke
of global warming.

Joey Giagianno didn't much care one way or the other if he had a "white"
wedding.  In fact, the fairly decent weather was keeping him gainfully
employed at a time when most construction jobs were at a virtual
standstill.  Early last year he'd lost his original job when the company
unexpectedly folded, causing Joey to scramble for a weekly paycheck to
help offset the cost of his upcoming "event".  He'd considered himself
fairly lucky to have hooked up with an independent construction company
in such short time but, as it turned out, his initial worries were for
naught.  Uncomfortable with the couple's budget-conscious plans, the
family of the intended bride determined to involve themselves, spruce up
the affair and foot the bill.  Tracy was ecstatic at the prospect of a
more elaborate gala and Joey certainly had no objection to the monetary
offer.

Twenty-year-old Joey was a good-looking young man with a high school
jock's mentality.  With dark, wavy hair parted high to one side and
grazing the top of his collar, thick flat eyebrows nearly bisecting dead
center, big brown eyes framed by long curling lashes and plump, sensuous
lips, Joey Giagianno was a far cry from his gawky pre-teen years.  His
naturally muscular, athletic body had become even more ruggedly defined
since performing hard manual labor on an almost daily basis since taking
on his new job.

Joey got his fair share of looks from the ladies but remained true blue
to Tracy, the steady girl friend he'd had since his return from Puerto
Rico.  Big brother Ray kidded him incessantly about his near-monkish
lifestyle, acceding to Tracy's wishes to remain a virgin until their
wedding night.  Even Ray could see that his little brother had blossomed
and considered it a shame he wasn't sowing his wild oats while he had the
chance---a chance which had been denied Ray when he became husband and
father at a young age.  There were times when Joey tried to confide in
his trusted older brother that he had, indeed, followed Ray's cue.  Ever
since he was eighteen Joey had known that his brother, while remaining
ever faithful to his wife when it came to other women, was fucking the
living tar out of best buddy, Jon.  Instead, Joey opted to keep it to
himself and set out on his own sexual adventures.  At eighteen years of
age and having been deprived for so long, Joey's hormones were operating
in overdrive.  He'd acquired quite a list of fuck buddies over the past
couple of years although now, as he neared his wedding day, Joey knew
he'd have to settle on one like his big brother evidently had done.

On the weekend prior to the nuptials Ray, forever Joey's best man,
arranged for a boy's night out.  Self-centered Tracy appeared a bit
miffed over the situation, although Joey tried to explain to her that
it was something of a tradition.  Sister-in-law Cathy stepped in to help
appease the nervous bride by putting together a girl's night at the
Giagianno house on the same evening.  Unfamiliar with "girlie joints",
Ray turned the most anticipated part of the bachelor's party over to his
bisexual fuck buddy Jon, whose eyes twinkled lasciviously as delightful
plans formulated in his devious mind.

The evening was cooler and fairly crisp when the group converged on the
Outback Steakhouse, Joey's favorite eatery.  Over steaks, fried quartered
onions, and pitchers of beer they celebrated the final few nights of
Joey's fading bachelorhood.  Although Joey, a couple of his former high
school chums and Petie Stavros, grandson to Ray's next door neighbor,
were under the state's legal drinking age they still managed to chug down
a few brews.  The assembled stallions talked sports, babes and the perils
of marriage and did their chauvinistic best to rattle the good
natured---and reasonably attractive---waitress.

Joey befriended Peter Stavros nearly ten years ago when the Giagianno boy
spent a weekend at his brother's home, located next door to Stavros'
grandparents in their quiet little Jersey burg.  Their early friendship
didn't extend outside of the neighborhood but, when paying visits to
mutual relatives, the boys were practically inseparable.  They shared a
keen interest in all things sports: Petie leaning toward basket and
baseball while a more aggressive Joey preferred soccer and football.
Although excelling on the basketball court, the curly-haired Greek
boy was far from particular about which sport he watched or participated
in for the simple reason that they all involved sweaty, macho men.
Almost from the time he was fresh out of diapers, pretty Petie formulated
a strong appreciation for the physical attributes of the male species.
On several occasions he'd managed a voyeuristic glimpse of his father and
grandfather in the buff, resulting in his earliest dry-cum masturbation
fantasies.

By the time he was thirteen the cutie was well on his way to becoming
an accomplished cock sucker, having discovered a cruisy, and downright
seedy, rest room in the strip mall where his mother did the weekly
grocery shopping.  For the better part of an hour-and-a-half Mommy
leisurely selected goods from the mart while, unbeknownst to her, her
only son was gulping down any number of anonymous loads in a filthy
toilet stall.  His talents soon extended to high school where he proved
to be so expert with his mouth piece that his first conquest, a rough
hewn bully, quickly spread the word about the Junior Varsity
basketball star.  The tall and toned Freshmen athlete quickly found
himself at no loss for hot, needy cock.  Petie serviced teen prick in and
out of his alma mater.  When he wasn't taking on a succession of Seniors
in the school lavatory (while the relief crew kept watch at the door), he
was feasting on the jock loads of his team mates in the back seat of the
bus on the way home from an "away" game (while the Coach was
distracted up front).  Years later, at an after-graduation party, he took
on more than half a dozen of his graduating class!

It was something of a wonder that the dark-haired, brown-eyed boy hadn't
gained a reputation from his extracurricular activities.  Luckily all of
his high school playmates were butch, straight and never once thought of
returning the favor.  Most, in fact, had girl friends and certainly
didn't want word of their alternative sexual experimentation spread
around.  To their thinking it wasn't as if Petie was a real queer
anyways---he was well-known around school primarily as an accomplished
athlete, having led the home team to many a victory over the years.

Currently attending a University in southern Florida, where the Stavros
dorm room had already become well known, Petie managed to arrange a small
break to return home for Joey's wedding.  The good-looking young man had
become quite the favorite of his middle-aged English Professor, who
kinkily quoted soliloquies while Petie spit-spined his cock knob.  In
only a few short months the man was considering setting up the athletic
youth with his own off-campus apartment where they could more freely
explore their sexual relationship away from the watchful eyes of
the Dean, his loyal wife or his own teen-aged children.  What the Prof
didn't know is that Petie had a standing Friday afternoon appointment in
the Dean's office, where the former Military man never failed to satisfy
with a powerful, full-throttle anal assault.  With such friends in high
places it wasn't difficult for Pete to gain an authorized break.

In the dim lighting of the steak house, Petie's eyes settled on Joey's
handsome brother seated down at the other end of the table next to his
equally attractive, older buddy Jon.  The Greek boy's almost-feminine
lashes fluttered to dreamy half mast as he relived the afternoon he'd
burst unannounced into the Giagianno house on the false assumption that
Joey was visiting---and instead discovered big Ray bare-assed in the
kitchen.  Dumbfounded by the older Giagianno's absolute physical
perfection, Petie couldn't help but stare at his buddy's brother's
deliciously masculine body.  Already horny beyond belief, Ray
quickly read the cock hunger in Petie's doe eyes and, throwing caution to
the wind, fed the hound all thick nine inches down his throat and up his
teen cunt.  It still remained the single most memorable fuck of Peter
Stavros' young life.

Although it proved to be a one-time fuck, Petie harbored hopes that one
day the straight husband might come knocking on his willing back door.
He hadn't counted on the deliciously shocking revelation that hunky Joey,
his basketball bud over the past few years, played both sides of the
fence with even more enthusiastic fervor than his big bro.  For the
longest time Petie successfully managed to conceal his cock hunger from
the butch athlete---only to discover that buffed Joey was Petie's
grandfather's favorite bottom boy!  Soon the three of them were engaging
in some fairly torrid three-way action with old Nikos Stavros getting his
fill of both tight teen tushes.  Pete's unsuspecting parents were mildly
confused but, nevertheless, pleased with their son's sudden interest in
spending frequent quality weekends at his grandfolks.  Even Grandmom,
conveniently hard of hearing as she was, never suspected
Peter's nocturnal visits to his grandfather's room where the curly topped
teen nearly drove old Stavros to a coronary with his ravenous libido.

Young Peter was in seventh heaven on the evening of the bachelor's
party.  Surrounded by so many hot and hunky men, especially Joey's former
high school buddies seated directly across from him, it was damned
difficult for the Greek teen to contain himself.  Both husky studs had
muscular quarterback builds and were almost as good looking as their
buddy, Joey.  Petie couldn't help but wonder if either of them had ever
had a go at the Giagianno buck.  His brown eyes glazed over with lust as
he mentally undressed the two macho stud muffins and imagined them
simultaneously pounding away deep up inside his stretched-to-the-max teen
pussy.

One look at his grandson and old Nikos Stavros knew the cutie's slick ass
hole was twitching with unbridled passion.  Having little control over
himself these days, Stavros felt the blood rushing to his manhood,
forcing it to lengthen down the side of his leg right there in the public
restaurant.  Ever since the day he'd glanced out his attic window and
observed the handsome young Giagianno boy masturbating himself poolside,
some repressed demon inside him had been gloriously released.  At an
advanced age, when most of his peers were relying on medicinal
stimulants, Nikos was having more sex than ever before in his long life.
If he weren't banging the Giagianno buck, he was buggering his insatiable
grandson.  And if those two weren't in the vicinity there was always that
middle aged bi-guy Jon, who seemed to have adopted Stavros as his
"daddy".  Nikos wasn't sure how much longer his cock (or his ticker)
would hold out, but one thing for sure---he was having the time of his
life!

From the smoldering, sexual look of his grandson, as the younger
boy inconspicuously sized up the two jocks, Stavros was reasonably
sure Petie would be wanting his bung pounded when they got back home
later tonight.  Unless, of course, Petie scored with one (or possibly
both) of the attractive beefcakes presently engaged in a loud,
good-natured ribbing of their pal Joey.  When it came to his grandson
there was little which surprised old Stavros anymore.  The older man
shuddered to think of the repercussions if the teen's father learned of
his young son's fevered cock lust.  Not to mention the fact that Nikos,
Spiros' own father, was one of the many men violating the straight-acting
stud muffin's warm, welcoming sink hole!

Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Stavros missed the gist of the bawdy
story someone just told which had the men roaring with laughter.  They
stamped feet on the floor and pounded fists on the table at the joke,
gathering looks from other restaurant patrons.  During the uproar, the
darker haired jock absently made eye contact with Peter.  The smile froze
upon the young man's good looking face as he instinctively read the
unmistakable desire in the curly haired Greek's predatory brown eyes.
Their orbs remained locked for only a matter of seconds, but in that
short while an unspoken invitation had been extended, understood and was
now being contemplated.  Throughout the remainder of the evening Joey's
jock friend cast young Petie furtive, knowing glances as he secretly
decided whether to take the plunge.  None of this exchange was lost on
Stavros, who was certain the hetero jock would ultimately blow a nut up
his grandson's ass sometime tonight.  And later, when Stavros got on top
of the boy, Petie's sweet bud would be in full bloom and amply pollinated
with hot straight jock cum.

From his vantage point at the table, forty-five year old Jon purposely
seated himself so that he had a bird's eye view of most of the other
increasingly raucous, and practically irresistible, males.  Middle age
didn't have a hold on hunky Jon, car salesman by trade, who sported the
build of a much younger man.   Hour-and-a-half hour sessions at his local
gym kept the good looking muscular stud in top physical condition.  His
six foot, two-hundred-plus pound frame of solidly packed muscle always
earned him quite a few admiring looks from members of both sexes.  Jon
still had a full head of thick hair, which he kept cropped short,
although lately some speckles of gray had formed around the temple,
giving him a more distinguished look.  His eyes, clear blue color of the
sky, twinkled incessantly with some secret mischief.

From the time his hormones kicked in, the looker had little problem
finding pussy and, over the years, sampled his fair share.  So skilled at
eating clit and fucking cunt was he that his many fillies never suspected
Jon's darker side:  his ardent passion for strong, tasty man cock.  Once
he'd experimentally wrapped trembling lips around another man's
pulsating endowment, big Jon was converted into a randy cock lover.
Although preferring macho bi-guys like himself he'd been known to play
top gun to more than a few panting queer boys.  His main man over the
past several years, seated next to him in the steakhouse, was the
brutally handsome, awesomely hung older Giagianno brother.  Fifteen years
his junior, the well-built, dark-haired stud first caught Jon's lusty eye
when he was merely sixteen and pushing carriages at the supermarket.
Years later, through dumb luck and circumstance, they reconnected and
were now the best of buds----in and out of the sack.

Of course, Ray knew nothing about Jon's seduction of his then
eighteen-year-old little brother.  The older stud tried not to think how
his happily married, straight lover would react if he ever discovered Jon
had single-handedly turned hunky little Joey on to male sex.  Looking at
the darkly gorgeous, masculine athlete enjoying his party down at the
other end of the table, Jon could hardly believe how amorous a cock pig
young Joey had quickly become.  Never once considering his exploits
"gay", Joey naively paralleled cock sucking and ass fucking with other
manly contact sports---like wrestling.  The kid was just a dumb jock with
a fat dick and eager asshole who had an enormous sexual appetite to go
along with his many other desirable attributes.  If his longtime
girlfriend, now soon-to-be spouse, hadn't adopted the "let's wait till
we're married" attitude, Joey might never have discovered the shameless
pleasures of man-to-man sex.

If all the stories Joey secretively told him were true, whoreboy Peter
Stavros surpassed the Joester with his unquenchable cock hunger.
Although he'd had his granite ass roughly pounded by the grandfather, Jon
surprisingly had yet to sample the pleasures hidden deep between young
Petie's notoriously hungry buns.  And from the interchange he'd detected
going on between the cute, slim Greek teen and Joey's straight jock
friend, Jon was reasonably certain he wouldn't get his chance
tonight---the boy's fuck card appeared filled.

Between snatches of good-natured small talk with fuck buddy Ray (damn,
how he loved that man!) and the others, Jon's gaze wandered around the
table, taking in the many mouth-watering and crotch-inspiring sights.
Vincent, the Giagianno boy's father, from whom they'd obviously inherited
their good looks, struck up a camaraderie with Joey's hard-working,
hard-loving construction boss.  Jon was sure the hard-bodied Pollock
failed to reveal to Pops that he'd taken Joey under his wing, training
him in all aspects of the business, only after discovering what a hot
piece of ass the young buck was.  Jon popped a massive boner visualizing
the sweaty construction site sex going on between Joey, Stoshie and
co-worker Kyle, the dreamily handsome blond husband sitting right next
to the intended groom.  Jon made mental note to find out where the crew
was working next so that he could pay an impromptu fuck visit.  Fuck
selling cars; with his strength and stamina Jon could easily sling a
hammer.  Why should Joey, his former sex apprentice, have all the good
hard dick?

In addition to Tracy's father and brother, Ray's male in-laws
were partaking in the festivities.  Cathy's Dad was a barrel-chested,
good-natured Irishman, divorced from his wife for many years and living
the single life.  Jon knew him well and liked him from the many picnics
and gatherings held at the Giagianno homestead.  The brooding brother was
fresh out of prison, having served time on a drug distribution charge.
He'd been in the hole for quite awhile, prompting Jon to wonder about any
interesting habits the long-haired, tattooed stud might have attained
whilst incarcerated.  Prison trash was one of lusty Jon's unrequited
fantasies and this dude, who appeared to have spent the majority of his
sentence pumping serious iron, filled every cock sucking-ass fucking
specification.

Seated at a far corner of the table sucking down another beer from a long
neck bottle, appearing cocky and disinterested, was the less-than-welcome
last-minute addition to the otherwise compatible stag party.
Javier Santiago, street tough Puerto Rican and a whole lot of nasty
trouble, was the latest boy friend of the Giagianno
brothers' fast-living younger sister.  The entire family had taken
a dislike to the thug from the outset, a situation only compounded by
Sharyn's eventual pregnancy.  The twenty-four year old ruffian had a long
history of juvenile delinquency, appeared unable to hold down a job for
any length of time and shamelessly continued to associate himself with
any number of undesirables.  The couple shacked up in a decidedly seedy
apartment, splitting rent with one of Javier's many friends.  The
Giagianno men were reasonably certain there was a great deal of drug
dealing going on under that roof, but trying to reason with Sharyn was
practically impossible.  At nineteen, she was still every bit as
hot-headed and immature as when she'd been a pot-smoking,
wise-cracking fourteen-year-old.

Although loaded with attitude and decidedly rough around the edges,
Javier was far from a bad-looking Hispanic.  His features were thin and
classically angular, offset by a full-lipped sensual mouth and strong jaw
line.  The facial scar which ran along the surface of one mocha cheek,
the result of a high school knife fight, added to his well-deserved
bad-boy image.  A fine, razor-precision line of facial hair trailed down
the sides of his ethnic face close to the ears and ran along his jaw,
connecting at the cleft of his chin and traveling up directly under a
thick, jutting lower lip.  His carefully shaved head, usually covered
with a do-rag, tonight sported a baseball cap with the bill
ritualistically turned to one side.  One silver hoop hung from each ear
lobe, matching the sterling rings adorning every one of his brown
fingers, the many chains hanging from around his neck and the piercing in
his left nipple.  Dressed in the hip-hop style of the day, baggy jeans
and oversized shirts concealed the major assets of Javier's lean,
cut body: sloped pectorals with wide brown nipples, a flat stomach of
indented musculature and an ultra-trim, tight waist line.  Both
impressive biceps, corded with fighting muscle, sported bands of tribal
tattoo art.   Another tattoo on his right forearm displayed a dagger
piercing a bleeding heart while smaller works of cheaper "art" adorned
the base of his neck, spine, atop both pectorals and down the side of one
leg.

No fonder of Sharyn's macho-acting, jock-type brothers than they were of
him, Javier hadn't cared when he wasn't asked to hang out with the guys.
It was Sharyn who'd pitched a fit upon learning of her man's exclusion,
even threatening to boycott Joey's entire wedding.  Following the
ensuing hysterical phone call from his ex-wife, the elder Giagianno
suggested to his sons they set aside their disillusionment over Sharyn's
choice of boyfriends until after the wedding.  Ultimately Ray managed to
swallow his male pride and, on the way home from work, dropped in on the
couple to extend a personal invitation to cocky Javier.  He would have
liked to have wiped the insulting sneer right off the low-life Puerto
Rican's face but somehow managed to maintain his cool.  Although still
having little interest in spending an evening with the Giagianno brothers
and their homies, Javier sadistically delighted in knowing his presence
would be a major annoyance.  Besides, at this particular juncture it
wouldn't hurt for him to play nice; after the baby was born, he
planned on Sharyn's family being his sole means of support.  Puffing on a
blunt in his beat-up car before taking a seat at the sports bar,
Javier turned out to be the earliest arrival of the evening.

It was going on ten o'clock when they finally left the restaurant and
boarded the bus Ray contracted.  Although he wasn't much of a drinker,
Ray had already consumed two beers and was sure there were others around
the table who'd had a great deal more.  He was glad he'd had the
foresight to arrange safe transportation from the restaurant to the strip
club.  The eldest Giagianno boy wasn't at all surprised that Jon was
familiar with the club; over the years Ray had seen the middle-aged cock
sucker in the company of many bodacious babes.  If it weren't for the
fact that he'd made a heartfelt promise of fidelity to his wife, Ray
would have thrown a fuck to any one of Jon's unending stable of pussy.

Settling into a seat on the bus while the remainder of the crew filed in,
Ray observed young Peter Stavros shuffling down the aisle.  The
curly-topped friend of Joey's offered a quick smile as he passed; Ray
nodded in return.  Memories of the kid's tight young ass hole gripping
his big ole dick were enough to cause Ray to stir uncomfortably in his
seat.  He'd suffered a bit of early paranoia that, because of the
friendship between his brother and the kid, Joey might somehow find out.
But as time went on it became obvious sex-hungry Petie was capable of
keeping their secret.  Flashing a quick glance over his shoulder at the
Greek basketball athlete now sitting next to one of Joey's high school
buds, Ray began to reconsider his forced avoidance of the teen slut.
Hell, Jon wasn't always around---and it wouldn't hurt to have an eager,
accommodating back up.

The ride out to the gentlemen's lounge took approximately forty-five
minutes, save one quick pit stop along the way.  Like a host of other
Jersey strip joints unwilling to hassle with the troublesome alcohol
beverage control board and their expensive licenses, the club only
supplied soft drinks for refreshment.  One decided advantage of "juice
bars" was that, without an inspector breathing down their
necks, owners had no qualms in allowing dancer's absolute freedom of
artistic expression.  Complete nudity was almost expected.  Although
patrons were still not permitted to physically fondle the merchandise,
the big breasted, narrow-waisted beauties were encouraged to be
provocative, raw and downright nasty.  To the sheer delight of many of
their adoring audience, many was the time two of the lovelies rolled
about onstage in a lusty lesbian love clinch.  And, on the average of
three to four times a week, one lucky patron was afforded the ultimate
pleasure of holding the base of an empty soda bottle to the stage floor
while it was lewdly consumed by a well-lubed, shaved pussy.

Since the establishment didn't provide booze, the Giagianno party stocked
up on beer and shooters during their brief bus stop, breaking them open
for the remainder of the rowdy ride.  By the time they arrived at the den
of delicious delights Joey, the guest of honor, was sufficiently tanked
up and ready to party.

Jon had selected this particular place for a number of
reasons.  Primarily because, without benefit of a liquor license, the
under-twenty-one-but-over-eighteen crowd was granted admittance, making
it legal for Petie, Joey and those two hunky-looking friends of his.
Secondly, Jon was well-acquainted with the owner, a fifty-something
bisexual ex-biker who'd purchased a car from him a few years back.  The
Harley hound preferred the perfumed pleasures of women---but every now
and then took himself a ride on the wild, masculine side.  He was a
rough-and-tumble mother fucker with a short---but fat---piece of cock
meat, Jon recalled from the few times they'd fucked.  Amused by the
attraction most of the dancers formed for the handsome, middle-aged car
salesman, Bud always welcomed Jon to the club and, in short order,
introduced him to the "secret place".

Down a darkened corner separate from the public area stood a wooden door
that opened into a small, empty closet, illuminated by a single
ultraviolet bulb in the ceiling.  A dead bolt thrown from the inside
provided privacy for the user of the closet, instantly flashing an
"occupied" placard on the outside.  Only a select group of "regulars"
were privy to the "secret place", which housed a lone glory hole
providing all sorts of anonymous pleasures.  Most of the horny
husbands and businessmen assumed one of the dancers who'd gotten them
stoked up on stage was doing double duty on the other side of the closet
wall.  Jon knew differently; each time he paid an impromptu visit to the
club Bud handed him the key to the service area and allowed the bi-hunk
to slurp sausage to his heart's content.  Some of the guys may have
suspected, but none ever complained about the sloppy, aggressive cock
sucker who skillfully drained their sacs and greedily gobbled every
precious drop.

Business was booming when the entourage made their way into the dark,
crowded place.  Music blared from the sound system as a flaxen-haired
cutie sashayed her business down the elevated runway while admirers
hooted and hollered to either side of her, waving greenbacks in the air.
Pinwheels of multi-colored lights continuously flashed against her
mostly-naked body, offset only by the occasional hypnotic blast of the
strobe.  Cigarette smoke wafted up towards the ceiling, quickly sucked in
by the ventilation system while a single male employee bustled about
collecting empty beverage containers.  With everyone jockeying for a
position near the dancer, the Giagianno party was soon split into smaller
groups.

Purposely keeping himself in the background, Jon easily managed to slip
away from the others unnoticed.  It was slow going making his way through
the raucous crowd, but eventually he broke through to the other side of
the room and found his way down the corridor to Bud's office in back.
Lightly rapping his knuckles on the door, he turned the handle without
awaiting a reply.  Stepping into the office, a broad smile spread across
his handsome face as he discovered Biker Bud furiously porking one of his
bodacious dancer babes across the cleared surface of his highly polished
desk.

"Hey there, Man!" Bud bellowed without missing a fuck beat.  "Guess I
forgot to lock the fuckin' door again!  You want you some of this?"

"Sure thing, honey," the bleached blond bimbo invited seductively as she
looked past Bud at the handsome man framed in the doorway.  "I can get
into a three way with somethin' as hot as you!"

Jon's smile was winning.  "Sorry, but I've got---um---other plans
tonight."  Then, directing his attention to the other man, "Right,
Buddie?"

"Huh?" Bud said, scratching the top of his head as he more
slowly pistoned his fat one in and out of the dripping pussy.  And then,
"Oh, yeah!  Right!  Sure, Dude!  Key's in my pants pocket!"

Seeing Bud's pants were gathered around his ankles, Jon crouched down
behind the older biker and fumbled through his pockets until he located
the key.  Unable to resist the temptation practically in his face, Jon
swiped his tongue through Bud's hairy, sweaty ass crack and tickled his
wrinkled hole before rising to his feet and heading for the door.

"Fuckin' teasin' prick," Bud spat out as a laughing Jon closed, and
locked, the door behind him.

Following the same familiar route he'd traversed many times before, Jon
purposefully made his way to the old building's utility room.  Fitting
the often borrowed key into the lock and pushing the squealing door
inward, he took a quick look over his shoulder before entering the
restricted area.  Securing the door behind him to assure maximum privacy,
Jon reached for the light switch located on the wall to the right of the
entrance.  A dim illumination broke the absolute darkness, supplied by
the few low-wattage bulbs dangling from several overhead fixtures.
Ducking to avoid low cross beams and aided by the minimal lightning, Jon
crossed through the maze of storage items, over piping and continued on
past furnace, generator and water heater.  Swiftly, he found the infamous
hot spot where one section of wall had obviously been removed, exposing
an unfinished panel of sheet rock.  Approximately two and a half
feet from the floor a circular hole had been masterfully cut and
cushioned, concealed when not in use by a square of plywood.

Falling to his knees in front of the wall Jon removed
the obstruction, unzipped his jeans and waited.  He didn't have to wait
long.  Barely two minutes passed before the adjoining closet was briefly
flooded with a flash of light as a visitor entered the space, hastily
closing and locking the door behind him.  Hauling his healthy, stiffening
member out into the open, Jon wrapped a fist around himself and slowly
stroked, waiting with nervous anticipation for some gesture from the
other side.  His ears prickled at the unmistakable sounds of a zipper
being lowered and jeans sliding down beefy thighs.  Licking his lips
expectantly, Jon scooted in even closer to the glory hole.  The nameless,
faceless stud pressed his body up against the wall, effectively thrusting
his sex through the inviting hole.  His hot, pulsing hard-on, already
oozing man goo from the folds of its slit, proved beyond doubt that the
guy was in desperate need of some action.  Still fondling his own piece,
Jon took hold of the musky-smelling, blood engorged prick and massaged it
with his fingers.  At the sound of the other man's appreciative groan,
Jon pounced.  In an instant he had engulfed the fat, helmeted head with
his mouth and was sloppily licking and sucking all over the wet glans.
The man moaned, more loudly this time, at the expert ministrations of the
mouth as it purposefully worked its way down his shaft.  His legs were
trembling and he was forced to grasp the wall handholds attached to
either side of him for support when the hungry cock sucker went all the
way down on him.  With lips pressed into thick, wiry bush and the cock
head buried deep in his sloppy throat, Jon allowed it to momentarily
pulse there before he went crazy on the fucker.  The slut dancers must
have gotten the dude all worked up because in short order he was pumping
out a hot, tasty load straight down Jon's cum-thirsty gullet.  Soon as he
was done the man passed a rolled up twenty through the hole and, without
further adieu, fled the scene of the crime.

Sitting back on his haunches, Jon fisted his leaking prick more furiously
as he wiped stray ribbons of cum from his face.  Tipping certainly
wasn't mandatory---but big Jon was never one to turn down an easy buck.
As many times as he'd serviced the club's glory hole, he was absolutely
certain he'd never sucked that particular dick before; the guy must be
fairly new to Bud's trusted inner circle.  Making a mental note of the
fact that the dude was a fast cummer, Jon resolved to really have the
fucker's toes curling next time around with a slow, torturous blow job.
 Stripping off his shirt and running one big man's hand over the solid
musculature of his chest, he rolled one hardened eraser-sized nipple
between thumb and forefinger while he jacked his meat and reminisced
about some of the more prominent pricks he'd previously pleasured.

Big Jon's libido-enhancing trip down memory lane proved to be
short-lived.  Just as he was grooving to the recollection of the
humongously-endowed, tattooed trucker who'd practically ripped his
throat raw a few weeks back, the door to the closet opened once
more.  His pumping hand stopped in mid-action and tightly gripped the
bulging hard-on around its thick, manicured base to stymie an on-coming
climax.  Attempting to calm his now-ragged breathing, the handsome middle
aged stud dipped his head lower, craning his neck to sneak a look through
the service hole.  The other side was awash with a dull lavender glow
from the ultraviolet bulb, pretty much preserving complete anonymity.
There was something about the latest entrant's somewhat hesitant actions
which made Jon think he might be a newbie.  Either that or he was
fumbling, pissant drunk.

Eventually, the guy seemed to get his bearings.  Jon detected the
click of the door lock and saw the dark form step up to the suck hole.
His cock did an excited little jump when he clearly saw thick,
stubby blue collar fingers, nails chewed to the bone, wrestling with the
zipper on the front of faded blue jeans.  As the horny breeder tugged
down his jeans, Jon impulsively reached through the opening and took hold
of the fat, semi-hard.  Hungry for cock, he didn't particularly care that
the stud would instantly know his was not the soft-skinned grip of some
cheesy stripper he might have fantasized about.  Besides, most of the
dudes who used the hole knew the score; they didn't really care who the
mouth belonged to, only that they got a nice sloppy blow job.

At first touch he knew he'd snagged himself a beaut!   The rare,
warm hunk of prime beef appeared to be quite thick with
a tantalizingly fat, jaw-stretching dome.  Jon's fingers embedded
themselves in a wealth of thick pubic hair and, searching lower, caressed
a heavy set of fuzzy bull's balls.  Drawing the majestic slab of meat
over into his side, Jon's mouth was on the thickening prick before he
even got a good look at it.  The hot cock tasted deliciously musky; Jon
savored it with his slick, wet tongue.  The spectacularly huge
knob threatened to clog his throat as he worked his mouth over the
ever-growing monster.  As its pronounced veins filled with excited blood,
the midriff of the seven-plus inches swelled even larger than the rest of
it---nearly as thick as Jon's weight lifting wrist.  With his lips
stretched impossibly wide to accommodate the thing, he prepared to relax
his throat and surprise the hell out of the straight stud.  And then,
just as the massive helmet began to enter his throat, Jon's eyes shot
open wide with sudden recollection; he hastily backed off to take a look
at the pulsating pleaser.  There was no mistaking that cock!

"JOEY!" he belted out.

There came a deeply masculine, surprised gasp from the other side and the
dripping cock quickly withdrew.  Dropping to his knees and pressing a
long-lashed, brown eye to the glory hole, Joey Giagianno saw the his
brother's raunchy fuck buddy on the other side.

"Jon, you sonofabitchin' cock sucker!  I should've known it was you!"

The initial surprise having already wavered, Jon grinned and leaned back,
allowing Joey a clear view as he resumed jerking his massive, oozing hard
on.  Tanked up with beer, Joey was more than ready for some hot cock
sucking action on this, his bachelor's night out.

"Lemme in there, you fuck!" he growled as he licked thick, sensual lips
and slapped strong hands against the wall.  "How do ya get in there?"

Teasing, Jon pressed a fist against his meat, effectively forcing it to
stand out toward Joey's carefully observing eyes.  "You want some of
this, Joey boy?  Want some of this down your throat and up your ass?"

"An' you know what I got over here for you, pal," Joey snorted, his voice
gravely from the smoky environment.  "Now lemme the fuck in!"

"Thought you were giving up cock now that you're getting married, Joe?"
Jon taunted, slowly stroking himself while the twenty-year-old
impatiently observed.   "Isn't that what you told me a couple weeks ago?"

"I got a few more days, fuck head," Joey reasoned.  Pounding his hand
against the wall once more, he took on a pathetically cute pleading,
"C'mon, Jon, buddy.  I wanna check this shit out from your side!"

"Oh, alright!"  Jon feigned defeat and stood up to pull up his pants.  "I
have to come around and get you, so just stay there until I knock on the
door.   Okay, Joe?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not going no where!"  Jon could almost envision the sexy
little hunk wildly panting and excitedly squirming around in the darkened
closet like some cute, wide-eyed and horny pup.  Luckily the hallway was
vacant as he came around bare-chested with key in hand and lightly rapped
on the closet door.  Throwing back the bolt, Joey bounded out of the
space with an almost frenzied look on his ethnically handsome
face.  Detecting the noticeable bulge trailing down the former wrestler's
thick leg, Jon couldn't help but offer a full-gripped squeeze.

Placing a tough, calloused hand atop the older man's, he chided, "C'mon,
Jon, we ain't got much time before they miss me.  So you gonna take me
back there or what?"

Chuckling mischievously, Jon threw a heavily muscled arm across Joey's
broad, quarterback shoulders and led him down the dimly lit corridor.

"Tell me somethin', Joe," he challenged on the short trek.  "How in hell
did you find out about the suck closet?  You been here before?"

Joey smiled lop-sidedly, his dark eyes twinkling.  "Fuck no, but I sure
wished you'd told me about it, you greedy fuck!  Some guy, I think he's
the owner, knew I was getting married so he told me about it as a favor,
I guess."

"Biker-looking dude?  Tattoos?"  Jon inquired knowingly.

"Yeah, that's him!" the dumb jock responded excitedly.  "You know the
dude?"

Jon certainly knew the Bud man.  Unlike Joey, he didn't share stories of
all his sexual conquests with the young man.  Fuckin' Bud probably
figured he was pulling one over on Jon, leading the bride-groom to the
anonymous glory hole knowing full well bi-Jon was back there sucking off
all comers.  More than likely the raunchy biker would sidle up to Jon
later in the evening and reveal that he'd unwittingly taken a load from
the soon-to-be married straight buck.  Facing the option of revealing the
shocking truth about young Joey or feigning delighted surprise proved to
be a dilemma.  If Bud knew the macho athlete shared a mutual cock lust,
the rough 'n tumble biker would undoubtedly want to throw the boy a wild
and nasty fuck.  While he would love to play voyeur to that
unorthodox coupling, Jon ultimately decided to appear pleasantly, but
appreciatively, shocked when Bud dropped his bomb.

They had arrived at the door to the utility room.  Jon took his hands off
the young stud long enough to unlock the door and lead him through.
Joey's eyes trailed around the room, adjusting to the change in lighting,
while Jon relocked the door behind him.  In an instant the virile,
middle-aged man was all over him, tearing off Joey's clothes until he was
standing there in nothing more than white calf socks, high tops---and
roaring hard-on.  Standing back to drink in the masculine beauty of the
muscular stud, Jon realized he could never get enough of his best buddy's
younger brother.  He was short, but stocky with nice, meaty muscles.
Over the past few years he'd lost nearly all of his "baby" fat, revealing
an absolutely delectable physique.  Joey's present job with the
construction crew had helped to define his already athletic musculature,
creating an even thicker neck, strong back and rock-hard biceps.  His
torso, smooth and hairless, boasted impressively swelled pectorals
with half-dollar sized, brown man-nips.  Like his older brother, the
sweet stud had a wealth of thick, dark hair under his arm pits, which
also sprouted around his navel and led to the forest around his sizeable
meat.  Joey's tree-trunk-like calves, legs and thighs were also covered
in dark Hispanic/Italian hair.  At the moment, standing behind the
breathtaking beaut, Jon couldn't keep his eyes off the younger man's
hard, jutting football-sized ass melons and the inviting line of dark
hair bisecting his otherwise smooth and glorious globes.  Although he
doubted brother Ray would be appreciative, Jon praised the day he'd
turned such an awesome package on to the pleasures of man lust.

Stepping up to the hot trade, Jon brought his own muscular arms
around Joey's body, kneading the swells of his smooth pecs and toying
with the large, hardened nipples while his mouth slobbered over the nape
of the boy's bull's neck.  Moving his hips, he ground his raging prick
along the hair-lined crack of those huge, rounded melons, already leaving
a trail of clear pre-cum in his wake.

But Joey, who normally would have anchored his big legs wider apart, bent
at the waist and reached behind to spread his bubbled cheeks with big,
calloused hands, appeared uncharacteristically disinterested.  Instead,
his inquisitive brown eyes appeared to be searching around the perimeter
of the room for something.  His body gave a slight start when he zeroed
in on the target.  Pulling himself away from Jon's lusty grasp he crossed
through the clutter of the room, big prick dancing in front of him, until
he'd reached the coveted glory hole.  Squatting low in front of it, he
curiously inspected the opening with inquisitive eyes.

"How long before somebody comes?"  his voice broke through the sounds of
the machinery.

Suddenly understanding why the cock whore desperately wanted access to
the room, Jon replied, "No way of tellin', Joe.   Whenever some stud gets
horny enough, I guess.  I've sat here for hours and never gotten any
action; other times the dicks just don't stop."

"Fuck!  I wish some dude would come in right now!" Joey growled, his
words slightly slurred from the beer he'd consumed.

Like a bolt out of the blue, a devious idea suddenly occurred to the
older man.  Snatching his shirt from the floor, Jon donned the garment
and said to the naked jock, "Let me see if I can round somethin' up for
you."

"Thanks!" Joey grumbled, his big hands caressing the hardness of his own
body as he stared longingly into the blackness of the hole.

Returning to the main show room, Jon was instantly struck by the wealth
of possibilities inside the crowded bar.  There were many familiar
faces---regulars who frequented the establishment---and quite possibly
made use of the secret closet.  Jon had probably been personally
responsible for unloading more than one of their cum-laden ball bags.
Blue and white collar types; married and singles; young and old; black,
white, Hispanic and Asian---they were all there ogling the full-breasted,
unabashedly nude exotic dancer.  Right now Joey was so tanked up on beers
and raw adrenaline that it didn't really matter which cock Jon selected
to guide through the hole for his feeding.

He was considering the possibility of one particularly well-dressed
businessman-type seated at the edge of the stage when a more interesting
thought suddenly occurred to Jon.  Why serve Joey a stranger's piece when
there were no less than a dozen available specimens within their own stag
party?  The potential combinations brought a devil-may-care grin to his
handsome face and made his dick swell out the front of his pants.  For
starters there was old Nikos Stavros, that unbelievably agile
grandfather-type presenting having a blast doling out dollar bills to the
slutty dancer.  But, since Joey and Stavros were already semi-regular sex
buddies, Joey would probably easily identify Stavros' randy prick---same
as Jon had earlier done with Joey's jaw-breaker.  Digging hands deep into
his pockets, Jon fondled himself as he considered leading Tracy's
father---or brother---into the clutches of the young cock sucker and
forcing him to feast on one of his future in-laws.  A wet spot stained
his undies as he envisioned Giagianno Sr., the boy's father, stepping up
to the glory hole and unwittingly feeding his son a belly full of daddy
cum.  Or better yet, Ray, the older brother Joey practically idolized!
The thought of Joey worshipping his brother's big cock, without either of
them knowing, was nearly enough to make Jon turn on his heels and head
back to the closet himself.

Once those fantasies had abated, better sense prevailed and Jon wisely
opted to abandon any incestuous relations.  His roving eyes wandered
around the loud, smoky room and settled on one of Joey's high school jock
friends, a handsome young man who was presently stage side with his face
practically buried between the creamy thighs of the dancer, who was
splayed out before him.  Keeping true to her profession, the unclad
beauty had him all horned up and ripe for the picking; the mere
suggestion of a blow job would  almost guarantee an affirmative
response.  As he shouldered his way through the crowd near the door, eyes
fixed on the young athlete, Jon happened to spy the other one of the pair
dodging through the exit in the company of none other than little Petie
Stavros!  Jon shook his head, snickering to himself, for he knew full
well what was about to transpire in the parking area between the two.

Mere seconds after the two passed through the door Jon observed Javier,
the wise-ass Puerto Rican who had knocked up Sharyn Giagianno, come in
from the outside.  They came face to face in the crowd.  The sweet smell
of marijuana immediately assailed Jon's nostrils, revealing what the
sneaky thug had been up to.  Through glassy eyes he glanced at Jon,
a smart sneer turning up one side of his thick, ethnic lips.  Despite his
bad boy image, Jon realized the twenty-four year old was fairly good
looking---in a smutty, dangerous sort of way.  The scar running across
one angular cheek only added to his raunchy sexual appeal.
Jon's dick resumed throbbing as he unabashedly checked out the rough,
cocky Rican who had the Giagianno family in an uproar.  He wondered if
inhaling the mood-enhancing drug turned Javier anywhere near as horny as
it did him.

In a matter of seconds the game plan had changed.  The idea of Joey
eating the meat of the loaded-with-attitute, jivin' street tough who he
thoroughly despised proved too tempting for Jon to resist.  Stepping up
to the sassy, stoned stud, he attempted to set the stage.

"Some nice tits on that fuckin' bitch!" he said, louder than normal so as
to be heard above the shouts of the onlookers.  Javier merely responded
with a stupid, sneering smile.

"Bet her cunt's nice and juicy, too," he went on.  Then, grabbing the
bulge in his own crotch, he pressed forward, "Fuckin'-A, I'm gonna have
to go in the back and get myself a blow job."

He had the thug's attention.  "Right, homey.  Where you think you gonna
be blow'd?"

Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice conspiratorially.  "In the
back.  Not advertised, but there's a glory hole with some hot sucking
action."

The Puerto Rican stud grinned widely, revealing the gold tooth on his
upper set.  "On the real? They got fuckin' holes?  Hook me up, homey.  I
be fuckin' horny as alllllllllll hell!"

I'll just bet you are, you hot piece of Puerto Rican trash and I wish it
was me on the other side of that wall right now, Jon thought to himself.
"Follow me, man.  I'll show you."

Jon was practically ejaculating in his pants as he led the way through
the club and out into the hallway.  As they rounded a corner in the
corridor leading to the infamous closet space, they nearly ran headlong
into a hairy, bearded and barrel-bellied trucker-type zipping up the fly
of his jeans.  So Joey had already gotten a taste of glory hole cock!
Not worried in the least, Jon knew the trucker was merely a warm-up for
the greedy cock sucking wrestler.  Reaching the door, he grasped the
knob and turned to face the sexed-up street tough with a lewd twinkle in
his eye.

"This is it, Jav," he spoke conspiratorially.  "Just go in, drop trou and
haul your stuff through the hole.  I hear they've got one hot mouth
workin' back there tonight."

Flashing his cocky grin, Javier took a handhold on the front of his baggy
jeans.  "Got me a mouthful here for dat fuckin' puta!"  Then, as an
afterthought, "Yo, keep dis on the low.  Don't be tellin' Sharyn or her
bros 'bout this shit, know what I'm sayin'?"

"Don't you worry, Jav," Jon slapped him good-naturedly on one arm,
thinking about one of those very same Giagianno brothers down on his
knees on the other side of the wall.  "I'm the one who's hookin' you up;
I'm not saying shit!  Go on and cream that cunt's tonsils!"  And with
that he opened the door and watched Javier step inside.   Closing the
door behind the cocky Puerto Rican, he waited until he heard the door
lock and excitedly headed toward the end of the hall.

Joey was luxuriating in the cum bath he'd been given by the cock he'd
hastily devoured only moments before.  He'd greedily sucked the short,
stubby organ to the point of orgasm and then jerked the fucker until his
hot load exploded, raining down over Joey's muscular, athletic torso.
But before Joey's hungry mouth could coax whatever remnants of tasty jizz
remained in the cock tube, the man had withdrawn.  The young stud was
left highly disappointed, his first session in the gentlemen's club glory
hole less than completely satisfying.  Leaning back on his naked
haunches, Joey busied himself wiping the rivulets of cum running down his
chest and eating it from thick, calloused fingers.  Thusly occupied, he
was pleasantly startled when he heard the door opening again.  Scooting
closer to the hole, he detected the flash of denim-clad legs before the
room went to violet.

The ultra violet lighting, combined with the intoxicating
rhythm of booming music from the main room, only served to enhance
Javier's marijuana high.  He detected movement from the opposite side of
the wall the moment he entered:  the cock sucker had quickly sniffed
out fresh meat.  As Javier reached to unfasten his jeans and display some
prime Puerto Rican prick, Joey rose to his knees and pressed his handsome
face up to the wet oval opening.  For the briefest of moments, just
before full, sensuous lips pressed against the outline of the opening and
a thick, wet tongue rolled out invitingly, Javier caught the unmistakable
glimpse of five o'clock shadow on the cock hound's face.  He wasn't at
all surprised; Javier had always suspected that most---if not all---of
the head he'd gotten in rest stop and adult movie house holes was being
supplied by another dude.  Long as nobody had to know about it, he didn't
much care.  And from the way this one was hungrily smacking his chops,
Javier had the burning feeling in his loins that he was in for one ball
draining blow job!

Dropping baggy jeans and boxers around his ankles, Javier balanced
himself with legs wide apart as clothing would allow and gripped the
wall-mounted hand holds for support.  Thrusting his pelvis forward until
his slim hips were pressed against the wall, he pushed his abundant
package through to the other side.  Sexed-up Joey watched in eager
anticipation, nearly whimpering as inch upon inch of brown and cinnamon
hued man meat was stuffed through the wall before him.  Joey's breath
caught in his throat as the damned thing kept coming and coming until a
wealth of dark tangled pubes sealed the opening and a big pair of hairy,
dangling balls bounced through.  Fisting his own dick, Joey openly
admired the impressive piece of the other.  It was huge, dark and uncut,
possibly seven to eight inches and still growing.  Thick veins
haphazardly wound along the length of its fat surface, pulsing with blue
blood as it swayed and throbbed its way to full erection.  The piss
eye crowning the cock head, concealed by glorious folds of
foreskin, winked out at Joey as the mouth-watering prick continued to
swell.

Reaching out one work-calloused hand, Joey hefted the dude's
mocha-colored nut sac in his sweaty palm and lightly squeezed the
cum-filled orbs.  The powerful, massive shaft responded by jerking up to
its full size:  a whopping ten solid inches.  It was so thickly heavy
that it swayed there in front of Joey's awestruck eyes like a tree
branch in a strong breeze, burdened by its own weight.  Unhanding the
silken ball bag, Joey pressed open palm against the underside of the
huge, dark beast.  Pushing it flat against the wall, his exploratory hand
journeyed up the thick main vein to the very tip.  There he worked his
fat index and middle finger under the folds of brown skin and peeled it
back to expose the cock's head.  Groaning when he saw dew drop, Joey
leaned in and swiped it away with the tip of his tongue as he tugged
at foreskin.

Sensing the other man's appreciation, Joey gave the entire head a wet
bath, swirling his tongue around and under the hood and tasting the
dude's funk.  Although impossible to encircle the thick shaft with his
hand, Joey pumped the steely rod, feeling the hot meat pulse wickedly in
his grip.  Javier was oozing pre-cum like crazy and Joey lapped up every
bit of his sister's boy friend's tasty goo.  His mouth traveled down the
length of the shaft, lips nibbling at the thick, tasty vein.  With nose
buried in the tuft of hair at the base of the huge prick, Joey attacked
Javier's nutsac.  Highly aroused by the sweaty scent of the hefty bag,
Joey licked it in earnest, sucking each hard nad into his mouth and
rolling them around on his tongue.  Looking upward as he heated the tangy
set of balls, Joey had a bird's eye view of the throbbing ten-inch
anaconda hovering over his forehead.  A lazy flow of pre-cum was oozing
down its hardened brown surface, headed directly toward the straight cock
sucker.  Joey carefully watched its progress while he munched on Javier's
fragrant nuts.  Just when the manly juice threatened to drip off the
steely rod, Joey struck out with his tongue like an amphibian to an
insect and swiped the monster clean, savoring the exotic flavor, before
nesting back in the other man's scrotum.  His own randy prick was
creating a small puddle on the floor between his strong, beefy thighs.

Lifting the heavy sac, Joey glided his tongue well under the ball bag,
causing Javier to shudder as he teased that sensitive area.  The
partition prevented Joey from any further advance; he would have liked to
have licked his way clear through the fragrant path to the big dicked
stud's ripe ass hole.  He knew that hole would be sticky, sweaty and
manly---just the way he liked it.  Instead, he busied himself squeezing,
yanking and sloppily sucking on the big, hanging ball bag.  Pausing to
pluck a wiry pubic hair from between his teeth, Joey took a moment
to gaze at the thick ten-inch throbber pulsating heavenward with manly
lust.  Hocking a mouthful of saliva against the gigantic man muscle, he
briefly watched his spittle co-mingle with the heavily oozing pre-cum
before he dove in with a full tongued assault.  Joey's wet lips skidded
along the blood-engorged boner, giving it an awesome tongue bath before
again stuffing the dark meat into his hungry mouth.  He was so involved
with his crazed feeding that he never even heard Jon slip back into the
utility room until the older man was upon him.

Coming around the furnace, Jon was stopped dead in his tracks
by the delectable vision directly in front of him.  Joey was one
mouth-watering buck with his hands pressed against the wall, arm muscles
flexing as he worked over Javier's amazingly large prick.  Rivulets of
perspiration trailed from broad shoulders down the smooth surface of his
thickly muscled, tapered back.  Up on wide spread knees, with his upper
body leaning against the weight of his hands, Joey's big, beautiful butt
was thrust invitingly outward and just begging for some attention.  Jon
stripped himself nude in record time, eyes peeled on the swell of Joey's
bodacious globes.  Dropping to the floor and rolling over onto his back,
he wedged himself under the young stud and brought his face up to that
perfectly rounded, familiar ass.  Taking hold of ripe, firm melons, he
plunged headlong into the hair-lined crack.  His tongue made long, sloppy
swipes up and down the length of Joey's delicious ditch, pausing only to
tickle the folds of the quivering love bud.  As Jon licked and lapped at
the tight pucker Joey pushed out against his face, effectively allowing
the man's tongue to slip inside his shit hole.  Joey's ass lips pulsed
around the fat, welcome intruder as it drove deep inside him and tickled
his shit chute.  Jon groaned sexily as he ate out the pouting jock hole,
getting it spit-soaked and ready for some hot fucking action.

While the older stud, who only a few years back had taken his cherry,
continued to lustfully tongue his expanding bud, Joey grew even more
aggressive with his oral manipulation of Javier's huge schlong and tasty
testes.  His lips and tongue were all over the hot, pulsing monster,
lathing it with slimy saliva and sucking oozing sex fluid from its deeply
flanged slit.  With one hand flat against the wall for balance, his other
rough man's hand busily jerked and fondled whatever portion of the hefty
equipment his mouth wasn't working.  In his doped-up mind, even Javier
could tell there was no sissy boy on the other side of the partition;
this was one ravenous, manly cock sucker.  His grande pinga had never
been treated so fucking good; the stud was obviously hot for him!  Javier
had half a mind to break through the wall, confront the cock lover face
to face and fuck the cum right out of him!  Instead, as Joey's talented
tongue flicked over an extremely sensitive nerve, Javier moaned deeply
while his head fell back on his shoulders, eyes rolling heavenward.

With nose buried deep under Joey's sweaty ball bag, Jon inhaled the
intoxicatingly manly odor of his fuck buddy's brother as he determinedly
ate the young stud's ass.  His hands roamed over the hard, mountainous
swell of Joey's firm buttocks and fanned out along his screaming,
muscular quads.  As his tongue wriggled around inside the athlete's oven
like an excited eel, the sandy stubble of his chin rubbed against Joey's
ass trench, causing the young buck to quiver and ride his big butt
against the older man's face.  He was leaking pre-cum like mad, some of
it dripping down to dot Jon's forehead and mat his still-thick,
short hair.  The jock's stud hole tasted so fucking good that Jon's own
slab of man meat was oozing precious honey onto his tight,
ripped abdomen.

Sucking on Javier's big hairy balls, licking the thick shaft from root to
helmet and chewing on abundant foreskin in between, Joey behaved like a
wanton cock pig.  Far from acting like a man about to be married to fish,
he loved the dark, colossal cock as if he were a condemned man being
given his final amenity.  Rubbing wet, slobbering lips over the thickly
veined organ and engulfing the head with his mouth so as to taste more
thick, salty cock juice, Joey felt a gnawing emptiness in the back of
his throat.  All at once he knew he had to have it---all of it---deep
down in his greedy gullet.  His senses were impaired just enough to not
give a damn that he could very well choke on the club-like appendage.

Abundant arm and leg muscles flexed as Joey rose from his knees,
practically ripping out Jon's tongue in the process.  Anchoring those
hairy, tree-trunk thighs even wider he bent at the waist, swooping down
on the huge prick from this more advantageous position.  Devouring the
heavily leaking head, his lips spread over the first few inches of the
strongly veined monster until he felt it tapping at the back of his
mouth.  With a loud gulp he swallowed---and continued swallowing---as ten
thick inches of stud meat made their way down his slick, smooth throat.
Snorting like a pig in a sty through flared nostrils, Joey's head rocked
to and fro as his lips swiftly journeyed downward to lock around the
hairy man-root.  Tears rolled down Joey's puffed-out cheeks, snot leaked
from his expanded nostrils and abundant spittle free-flowed from his
cock-stuffed lips as the gigantic prick throbbed maddeningly against the
confines of his throat.  The young stud's bull's neck appeared even more
bloated, almost as though it were about to explode from the pressure
within!

Javier's eyes shot wide open when he first realized the mouth was going
down on him.  His breath caught in his throat and his entire body
shuddered as he reveled in the awesome sensations of his huge manhood
being thoroughly devoured.  Never before had anyone successfully taken
more than half his cock length, making this an entirely new experience
for the normally cocky thug.  Even Sharyn, much as she "sweated" him,
wouldn't do much more than lick his beefy stick.  This stud with the
rough, working man's hands and deep, bottomless mouth pit was loving
Javier's third leg like nobody'd ever done before.  Fuck if he needed
Sharyn or any other bitch; Javier wanted this randy cock sucker to be his
numero uno amigo!

When Joey bottomed out with his handsome face flat against the
cum-crusted partition, he distinctly heard the big-dicked stud gush, "Ay
Dios mio!  From the darker coloring of the guy's prick (and being half
Puerto Rican himself) he'd earlier suspected he was mouth wrestling with
a fellow Hispanic.  He could feel life's blood surging right below the
silken surface of the massive man cock lodged in his throat and allowed
it to pause there for a moment while he savored the sensation of being
thoroughly cock stuffed.  Drool leaked from the corners of his thick lips
and was caught up in the tangle of rich, dark hair coating Javier's
drooping nut sac before lazily trailing down the wall to wet the
much-stained floor.

Stunned, but proud of the way his young apprentice had swiftly gone down
on the gargantuan, Jon wasted little time in stepping up between Joey's
hairy, muscular legs.  Slapping his hot piece against the small of the
young stud's back, Jon released a trail of saliva onto his weapon and
fisted it into slickness.  Pushing the raging hard on into Joey's ass
trench, he pressed his ripe mushroom against the straight stud's yawning
button and easily breached his hole.  Joey reared, Jon bucked---and soon
the middle-aged man rod was fully buried between the athlete's glorious
globes.  Grinding himself around inside Joey's sloppy guts, Jon quickly
set the pace of their fucking by roughly pulling himself nearly out,
allowing ass lips to kiss his crown, and then thrust hips forward,
plunging headlong into the beautiful ass.  Knowing full well Joey liked a
rough, manly fuck---Jon was eager to deliver.

The hot dick pounding his prostate only served to further enflame the
insatiable libido of young Joey.  His throat muscles alternately
constricted and contracted around the monumental flesh pole buried in his
face.  Not waiting for any further invitation, Javier started moving his
hips and deep-fucked the cock sucker's velvety smooth throat.  His hot
dick glided in and out of the vacuum of Joey's mouth with long,
determined strokes.  Joey's thick lips were plastered against the warm,
wet skin of the hard cock, creating ball-churning friction as they slid
along the length of Javier's wicked pecker.  Gradually the tempo
increased; Javier was soon slamming his pelvis against the wall while
Joey dove on the great, dark prick ravaging his wet throat.

Jon's hand were on Joey's thick, tight waist as he drove his cock deep
into the younger man's slick channel.  Joey ground his million-dollar ass
back against the pistoning penis, taking every hit square on.  His bro's
best friend was pumping hell out of him like he had rarely done before,
stuffing big meat into him as far as it could possibly go.  Jon's heavy
nut sac slapped against Joey's hard, sweaty rump with each deep thrust.
The way the young stud was grunting and groaning, Jon wasn't sure whether
it was from the rough fuck or the Puerto Rican dick he'd somehow managed
to swallow.  Jon drove harder, faster, pulling the boy back against his
rampaging cock.  Joey's tight ass was taking every inch of big Jon with
each full throttled thrust and yet still seemed to be craving more!

Thick foreskin slid back and forth over the Hispanic's cock head pumping
Joey's throat.  The absolute thickness of the giant meat had his jaws
ridiculously distended, veins popping out at his temples and brown
eyes practically bulging.  Sweating like a marathon runner, every muscle
in his body was straining as he fought to maintain balance while the two
men ravaged both his fuck holes.  Joey slurped and sucked on the massive
piece, massaging it with his throat as it advanced and retreated while he
bucked back against the big plunger soaring through his slick ass chute.
He'd never had anything quite so big down his throat before and, always
the athlete, Joey was determined to emerge victorious, giving that big,
beautiful man cock everything he had.  Balling his hands into fists, he
slammed them against the partition and whimpered around the
huge prick, fighting through momentary discomfiture like a true
competitor.

Jon was barreling into him like a steaming locomotive now, raising young
Joey up on his toes with each forceful thrust.  He was fucking the young
man as if it were the last fuck he'd ever receive which, considering the
impending marriage, it could very well turn out to be.  Reaching around,
he took hold of Joey's big, thick cock and began pumping.  The sudden
attention from the other man shot waves of indescribable pleasure
throughout Joey's hunky, heaving body.  Unable to control himself, his
cock exploded in Jon's hand, shooting big wads of hot jizz out of his cum
hole to splatter against the wall in front of him.  At the same time
his ravaged rectum involuntarily clamped down on Jon's battering pecker,
suddenly making the fuck awesomely tight.  Jon bucked, pushed and
prodded, feeling the cum boiling in his ball bag.  Humping Joey's
curvaceous ass, he rode the stud ever harder until he reached powerful
orgasm.  Joey felt the man's cock swell larger inside him.  Stifling a
tell-tale shout, big Jon rammed his weapon home and fired huge rounds
of ammunition to flood the boy's well-fucked insides.  Joey retaliated
with his always surprising, trademark final cum blast---a toe-curling
eruption which practically knocked him off his feet and literally hosed
the partition.

Unaware of what was going on beyond the partition, Javier mistook Joey's
gasps and sighs as declarations of appreciation for his thick Puerto
Rican jawbreaker.  His brown ball sac had drawn up close to his shaft and
Javier could sense the unmistakable tingling throughout his body and the
pleasurable pounding at his temples.  He started panting like a dog, lips
drawn back to reveal gritted white teeth as his eyes squeezed tightly
shut.  Throwing back his head Javier let out a strangled shout and
proceeded to unload a geyser of hot, tasty cum straight down Joey's
throat.  As the stud trashed and bucked, Joey came up off the angry dark
shaft until just the head was in his mouth and let wave upon wave of
tangy man juice wash over his tongue and splash against his tonsils.
Javier was a big cummer and Joey didn't release him until he'd sucked out
every last rich, salty gob of semen and gulped every hot bit of it down.

Weak in the legs from the most explosive blow-job of his hard-ass life,
Javier stumbled against the closet door behind him.  With the
street-wise, jivin' Puerto Rican's cock removed from the hole, Jon was
quick to block the opening before he could take a peek inside and get a
look at cum slut Joey.  Sure enough, soon as he got his wits about him
Javier was rapping on the wall trying to get the attention of the best
fuckin' cock sucker he'd ever known.  Jon didn't need for either of them
to learn each other's identity---at least, not yet.

Like some sort of prize fighter fresh from a winning bout, Joey was keyed
up with sex adrenaline and pacing about the area, anxious to jump back
into the ring and take on his next challenger.  Only after much cajoling
was Jon finally successful in convincing him that he would be
missed before much longer.  Reluctantly, Joey allowed Jon to lead him to
the men's room where he cleaned himself up in the wash basin.  With
the club being so overly crowded, no one had even noticed Joey's lengthy
absence.  Returning to the main room, Joey slipped in next to his high
school buddies and joined them in bawdily egging on the latest dancer.
Smiling and shaking his head in amazement at the rapidity with which Joey
was capable of switching gears, Jon moved to seek out Ray though the
crowd.  Along his journey he caught a glimpse of Javier, leaning against
a back wall watching the stage action, hands dug deep into his pockets
with a dreamy, self-satisfied look on his somewhat-handsome, bad
boy face.

It wouldn't be all that difficult to seduce the big-dicked thug, Jon
mused.  All he'd probably have to do was offer him a marijuana joint and
the stud would be quick to drop his drawers.  After having observed the
punk's mouth-watering piece first hand, Jon determined that he wanted his
own personal taste.



Suddenly Ray was at his side, slapping him good-naturedly across the
back.  Indeed, the bachelor's party had turned out to be a resounding
success.




In the conclusion of "L'il Bro Joey Gets Married", Joey finally ties the
knot---but that doesn't put a stop to the cock-sucking, ass-fucking
action at the ensuing wedding reception!   Can all these cock lovers,
assembled in one room, somehow manage to keep their sweaty hands off each
other?  What will transpire when cocktail hour kicks in?  Will
prick-loving Petie be the main event in the gentlemen's wash room?  Does
Jon get his hands on the behemoth swinging between Javier's thighs?  Or
does Javier learn the identity of his mystery cock sucker and give Joey a
pre-ceremony fuck?  Will hunky Ray live up to his title as "best
man"?  And what of all the other hunks, friends and relatives?  Could
Joey's wedding turn into a raunchy, all-male orgy?  Keep watching for the
next installment of "Straight Buddy Ray," coming later this
summer.