Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 19:14:15 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Li'l Bro Joey Gets Married 2

Renowned for lingering in her frilly canopied bed on a lazy Saturday
winter's morning, Tracy Kimberly McDonoghue awoke unnaturally early and
slipped from beneath the comfortable warm quilt.  Padding across lush,
rich carpeting on bared feet, she paused at the double casement
windows facing out toward the front yard of her family's home.  Perky
breasts poked against the flimsy material of her teddy as she raised her
arms to stretch and silently yawn, effectively raising the hem to expose
dainty silk bikini panties and unconsciously provide any early morning
passer-by with a free flesh show.  Glancing out the windows for the first
time that morning, Tracy's  blue eyes widened slightly when she observed
the unexpected blanket of snow which had fallen overnight.  No more than
an inch, possibly two, it beautifully white washed the drabness of winter
and created a picturesque setting for her wedding day.

Filled with apprehension, which accounted for her early rising, Tracy
sighed deeply and sat down upon the window seat while she absorbed the
calming winter scene.  In the late afternoon hours she was to be wed to
Joey Giagianno, the young man she'd been dating for the past couple of
years.  The entire affair had certainly not been easy going.  Her Irish
Catholic parents were reluctant to accept Joey, snobbishly prejudiced by
his partial Puerto Rican heritage and his blue collar work background.
Like any parents, they wanted more for their only daughter---preferably a
young man in medical or law school.  It took a great amount of time but,
eventually, they warmed to Joey---primarily through the
caring intervention of Tracy's older brother.

Appalled by the budget conscious wedding plans, the bride's parents
cajoled the couple into allowing them to handle the arrangements.  In a
matter of a few weeks Tracy and Joey's simple ceremony was abolished and
a much more elaborate affair was staged.  Although Joey didn't seem to
mind one way or the other, Tracy was ecstatic with the monumental
upgrade.  No longer would their reception be held at a stale old Elks
Lodge; her parents had contracted an old, refurbished historic mansion
and banquet hall as the site of the after-wedding party.  The menu
included a selection of four entrees, and also boasted a cocktail hour
with an assortment of delectable hors d'oeurves.  Naturally, the guest
list was  increased, consignment shop oufits were returned and the bride,
along with her ladies in waiting, were fitted with gowns from a high
priced bridal shop.  Not to be outdone by her son's intended in-laws,
Joey's mother joined in and ousted the tavern DJ, substituting his canned
music with a fine five-piece band that played a variety of tunes.  Mrs.
McD personally selected tasteful floral arrangements to serve as table
center pieces and decorate the already exquisite ball room.

By all reasoning, Tracy should have been excited by the forthcoming
events of the day.  But there was one small problem:  she was not
deliriously in love with the man with whom she would soon exchange sacred
vows.  Certainly Joey was a good-looking, hard-working guy and could keep
up his end of a conversation---so long as it didn't veer away from sports
or construction.  And that was alright with Tracy; she was a huge sports
fan as well.  Attending an assortment of football, hockey and baseball
games, together cheering on their favorite teams, was the highlight of
the couple's dating scene.  She'd so far managed to keep Joey at arm's
length when it came to sex, allowing him an occasional feel of her
breasts to momentarily satisfy him.  Truth of the matter is that Tracy
had no interest in sex, at least when it came to the male species.  The
idea of a filthy penis entering her vagina, condom or not, completely
repulsed the young woman.

Glancing over at the bed, a bittersweet smile played across her lips as
she observed the prone body still encased in the warmth of the coverings
on this winter's morning.  Last evening was a particularly anxious one
for bride-to-be Tracy---just as the next several hours promised to
be---and she was fortunate enough to have best friend, and maid of honor,
Samantha (Sammy) Sullivan quite literally at her side.  She and Sammy had
been girl friends since the third grade, when they'd both gotten into
trouble for taunting freckle-faced, pig-tailed Alison Carter.  The two
were practically inseparable from that point on.  They had weekly
sleep-overs at one or the other's home and shared everything from clothes
to confidences.  It was Sammy who fingered Tracy to her first orgasm and
introduced her to the ultimate pleasures of receiving oral sex.  Tracy
rarely returned the favor; she selfishly preferred to receive.

Poised at the window seat, Tracy's fingers slipped beneath silken panties
and rubbed her mound, pressing between the moist folds of her vagina
and toying with the hidden clitoris.  There was nothing quite so good as
the way Sammy ate her, sometimes rough and lusty and other times sweet
and tender, as she had last night.  Sammy'd brought her off no less than
three times, soft face buried in the other young woman's candy
box, momentarily releasing Tracy from those pre-wedding day jitters.

It wasn't as if she didn't want to get married.  Quite to the
contrary, far back as she could remember Tracy dreamed of a marriage to
match her own parents' loving union.  She'd even envisioned the Cape
Cod-style home they'd live in, complete with white picket fence in front
and a nice garden for her to cultivate.  Life would be like one of those
old movies or television series she sometimes caught on the nostalgia
cable channels, with her playing Loretta Young to her husband's Cary
Grant.  The true crack in the façade was that Tracy was no sweet,
subservient Loretta Young; she was more similar to an independent,
calculating Bette Davis.  Few of the doctor and lawyer types her parents
so desperately wanted for her to engage with would put up with Tracy's
demanding nature.  Joey, on the other hand, was like a love-struck puppy
dog completely absorbed by Tracy.  Quite simply, the fact that he
abstained from sex until after their marriage was proof enough to the
controlling young woman that she had a firm leash secured around his
thick neck.  Certain Joey was like a dog in heat, eagerly anticipating
this very evening when her body would finally be available to him, making
Tracy all the more uneasy.  She hadn't lied all those time she'd claimed
to be virgin and the thought of Joey's---or any man's---penis piercing
her hymen caused Tracy to shift uncomfortably on the window seat.

Certainly not the brightest boy on the block, Joey wasn't really such a
bad sort.  Physically, if not intellectually, he complimented her.
Marriage to hard-working, good-looking gullible Joey would certainly not
be a hardship.  Nothing more than a muscular jock with a high school
mentality, he was easily manipulated by shrewish Tracy, whose freedom in
this marriage was certainly guaranteed.  All she had to do, after this
initial night, was keep him at bay sexually and rely on the lipstick lips
of Samantha to squelch her libidinous desires.  It wasn't as if she
herself was a dyke; the very few times she'd tried with Sammy had made
her nearly as nauseous as the thought of going down on a penis.  She was
just one selfish, spoiled little bitch who wanted---and nearly always
got---things her way.  Even when it came to sex.

Shuddering with images of the forthcoming wedding night dancing across
her consciousness, Tracy's hand jerked from under her panties.  Drawing
her knees up to her chest, she protectively enfolded them with her arms.
Staring out at the beautiful, snowy landscape she marveled at its purity
while secretly loathing herself for the impure, self-serving acts she
would commit this day---and the innocent people she would use to achieve
her end result.  People like Joey and Samantha, whose only crime was in
loving her.



Joey Giagianno was also a tightly wound case of nerves on the morning of
his wedding, although for entirely different reasons than his intended
bride.  For starters, he hated the uncomfortable monkey suit his brother,
and eternal best man, had just helped him don.  While Ray thought his
little brother looked pretty damned handsome in his tailored tux, Joey
felt like a freakin' penguin.  He would have much preferred his usual
attire of oversized T, worn jeans and weathered Timberlands.  And it
certainly didn't help when his two former high school buddies, who would
serve as ushers at the ceremony, came into the bedroom to tease and taunt
him on his cleaned-up, pretty boy look.  Brushing a strong hand through
his freshly cropped, shorter hair, Joey let out a long, deep sigh
of anguish and proceeded to lightly whack the lighter haired jock across
the side of his face, resulting in a bout of playful punches between the
three athletes.

Leaning against the door frame with arms folded across his broad chest,
Ray smiled widely as he watched the boys wrestle Joey out of his
pre-wedding funk.  When they got a bit too frisky, tumbling across the
bed in a heap of buffed male bodies, Ray stepped forward to break up the
fracas.   Plucking Joey out of the pile-up, he straightened the boy and
brushed stray lint from his tux.

"Alright, alright," he said, good-naturedly.  "Cath's gonna be pissed off
if she has to press your damned clothes again!  Enough of this fucking
around already!"

The other young men came off the bed, rearranging their own wedding
attire, snickering and still jabbing at one another.

"RAYYYYYYYYYYYY!" bellowed the voice of the missus.

Ray smiled crookedly with a hand firmly on Joey's collar.  "Looks like I
gotta go get dressed up in one of these damned things!   Any of you guys
want a soda---or a beer---they're down in the fridge."  Grabbing Joey in
a big, brotherly embrace, he patted the boy on his back, ruffled his hair
and turned out of the room.

"Beer sounds good to me," Scott, the lighter-haired jock who'd started
the earlier fracas replied.  "And I gotta take a wicked piss."

"You heard my brother," Joey replied, combing his hair back into place
with thick, stubby fingers.  "Go help yourself, dick head."

Scott got in one more shot at Joey before dodging out of the room,
calling behind himself, "Any you guys want somethin'?"

"Yeah, I want your sister!" Jackson, the darker haired athlete jokingly
shouted out, resulting in a bout of laughter from all.  Scott's sister
was a completely unattractive, overweight and miserable divorcee in her
early thirties.

"You can have her!" they heard the other youth shout as he bounded down
the front stairs.

Left with Jackson in the Giagianno children's bedroom, which today had
been transformed into his makeshift dressing room, Joey sidled over to
the full length mirror and surveyed his reflection.  Certainly he looked
pretty damned good, but he wasn't one for suits and starched
shirts.  Jackson came up behind him and made a brushing sweep of Joey's
shoulders, whisking away some stray lint.

"Can't believe you're really doing it, Joe," he commented.

"Wha?  Getting married?" Joey glanced at him in the mirror as he
continued to fuss with his apparel.  "That's what happens, bud.  You grow
up, get married and have kids like your own parents did."

"Yeah but, Joe, we're not even twenty-one yet!"

"My bro was married and had a kid earlier than that," Joey informed him.
"So did my Dad.  When it comes to the Giagianno family, I'm the oldest
one to finally get 'round to it."

"It ain't supposed to be a damned race, Joey," the muscular jock went
on.  "Look at me and Scotty.  We're in no rush.  Takin' our time to meet
a bunch of different girls and enjoy our bachelorhood.  Only one you've
ever really known is Tracy----"

"Don't fuckin' start your shit about Tracy Kim!" Joey shot him an angry
glance.  He knew full well that neither of his buddies approved of Tracy
who, in turn, was not particularly enamored of either one of them.

Jackson spread his hands defensively.  "Whoa, Joey.  Relax there, little
buddy.  I wasn't gonna diss Tracy, especially on your wedding day.  Damn,
you sure are a bundle of nerves!"

Feeling slightly embarrassed by his outburst, Joey spun around to his
friend and took him in a brotherly embrace.  "Sorry, dude, didn't mean
to go off on you like that!  Didn't figure on being so fucking nervous;
thought I'd be real cool."

Smiling widely, Jackson reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and
extracted a small silver flask.  "Got something to help ease your
nerves---and mine."

"What is it?" Joey inquired, peering at the flask.

"Te-qui-la!"  Jackson enunciated each syllable for full effect as he
unscrewed the top and handed it to Joey.  "Here, take a swig.  It'll take
the edge off and calm you the fuck down."

Figuring one hit couldn't hurt, Joey took a swallow before passing the
flask back to Jackson, who helped himself to a shot.  The liquid burned
its way down both young men's throats and a welcoming warmth exploded in
their chests.  Coughing, Joey shook his head wildly and with tearing
eyes, shouted, "Hot Damn!"

Laughing raucously, Jackson slapped him on the back and commented, "Now
don't that feel a whole hell of a lot better?"

"Fuckin-A!" Joey allowed.  "But no more or I won't be able to repeat
those damned marriage vows."

Turning back to the mirror and still finding himself not entirely pleased
with his attire, Joey failed to notice the moment of hesitation
in Jackson before the other stud spoke.  "Say Joey, is that friend of
yours, the curly-haired basketball champ going to be at the reception?"

"Ya mean Petie Stavros?  Sure he's gonna be there," Joey responded good
naturedly.

Jackson hesitated again before going on.  "You know him long?"

Joey shrugged his broad shoulders.  "A few years.  His grandparents live
next door and he used to visit 'em a lot before he went off to college to
get some smarts."

Jackson was looking down at the floor nervously, rubbing his shoe against
some imaginary mark on the carpeting.  "You and him must be pretty
tight---being you invited him to the bachelor's party and wedding and
all."

"Yeah, he's a good buddy.  We play basketball and stuff when he's
around."

"Like---what kind of stuff?"

Furrowing a thick brow, Joey once again turned to face Jackson.  "What's
up with all the questions, Jacko?  Why you want to know so much about
Petie?"

Jackson flushed a shade of crimson and averted the other jock's eyes.
"It's just----ya know, at the strip joint last week we----we wuz talkin'
and stuff and like---ya know---he seemed alright---nice guy---and I was
just wonderin'----"

Joey's jaw dropped as realization suddenly struck him.  "He sucked your
dick, didn't he?!?"

Jackson quickly glanced over at the door to the room and lowed his voice
conspiratorially.  "Damn it, Joey, you have to be so fuckin' loud?   I
don't want for Scotty to know nuthin' about this; he might think I'm
queer or somethin'."

"When'd this happen?" Joey inquired, big brown eyes aglow with interest
like a small child being told a particularly delightful tale.

Jackson's gaze dropped down to his shuffling feet.  "At the bachelor's
party last week, out in the parking lot of the strip joint."

A big grin had spread across Joey's ethnically handsome face.  "I'll be
damned.  Fuckin' Petie just couldn't keep his hands off you."  Then, as
an afterthought, "Didja fuck him, too?"

"NO!  Jeez, Joey, what're you sayin?!?"  The dark-haired athlete, having
begun to sweat, removed his jacket and placed it over the bed post.

"I'm sayin' you should have banged him.  That boy's got one fine,
fuckable ass!"

"H-How do you know that?" Jackson asked, astonishment evident on his face
as, suddenly having difficulty breathing, he grappled with the collar of
his shirt.

"Dude," Joey said, glancing over at the door and dropping his deep voice
an octave, "We've been fuckin' around with each other for years.  An' not
just me.  From the way he tells it, half his basketball team scored with
him in high school.  You should've gone for it, Jacko!"

"I-I can't believe this, Joe."  Shaking his head, the good-looking jock
ran a hand through his thick, dark hair.  "I never would've thought you'd
make it with another guy.  Hell, I never thought I would....and like it!"

Smiling widely, Joey's eyes twinkled.  "Felt real fuckin' good, didn't it
Jacko?"

Jackson's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips.  "Goddam Joey, I gotta
tell ya, I never felt nuthin' like that before.  I mean, I've had blows
jobs---not a lot, but some.  But shit, the way Petie sucked me off I
thought I was gonna fuckin' pass out right there in that parking lot when
I came.  AND HE FUCKIN' ATE IT ALL!   THE FUCKIN' GUY TOOK MY WHOLE LOAD
IN HIS MOUTH AND GULPED IT  DOWN!!!  Joey, ain't nobody ever done that
before.  And he just kept on workin' me until my legs gave out an' I fell
back against somebody's car.  Even then, I think he might've kept on
going if I hadn't gotten nervous about being gone so long."

Joey thought about his own prolonged absence from the main arena of the
strip club that night and suddenly became aware that Jackson's story had
produced a major hard-on under the cover of his tuxedo pants.  He further
noticed that, during the retelling of his experience, Jackson's hands had
disappeared deep into his pockets, assuring Joey that the other boy was
suffering the same predicament.

"So, Joey," Jackson went on, "what's the story with you?  You like
girls---or you like guys?  And if you do it with guys, how in hell
are you getting married?"

"Fuck, I like pussy same as anybody else.  But Tracy ain't been puttin'
out, says she wouldn't until tonight.  So what the fuck was I supposed
to do?  Either cheat on her with some other twat---or get myself a fuck
buddy."

"So Petie, he's your fuck buddy?" Jackson was all wide-eyed interest.

Joey gave him a crooked, revealing smile.  "Well, actually I've got a few
fuck buddies.  Somebody----well somebody I know told me how a guy needs
to have a fuck buddy on the side for when he can't get none at home.
Guys get fuckin' horny and need to get their rocks off.  And there
ain't nobody like a fuck buddy who can do it for you."

"Who---who you know has himself a fuck buddy?"  Jackson asked.

"Can't tell you that, dude," Joey clucked his tongue, thinking of his big
brother and bi-Jon.  "All's I'm saying is after I'm married I'm gonna
have to settle down to one fuck buddy---and I was thinkin' of making it
Petie.  But I'm not definite on that---least wise, not yet."

And with that Joey stepped forward and boldly cupped the front
of Jackson's trousers, man-handling the nice piece of meat throbbing
beneath the material.  Jackson gasped, but made no move to stop him.  For
a moment they stood there, an intense passion burning between them until
the sound of footsteps on the staircase forced them to part.  Jackson sat
down heavily on the bed while Joey turned back to the mirror as Scott
bounded into the room with three beers in hand.

"Sorry took so long, guys," the blond-haired hunk gushed as he passed
around the cans.  "Here's to us three being good buds even after Joey
gets shackled with the ole ball and chain."

He failed to notice, or perhaps just did not comprehend, the knowing look
which passed between the other two.



Sweet, melodic organ music wafted down from the overhead balcony in the
old church as the guests slowly filtered in, escorted to their seats by
the two handsome ushers, Jackson and Scott.  Petie Stavros felt a wild
rush of exhilaration when his family's turn in line arrived and Jackson
stepped up to take Petie's grandmother's arm.  The good-looking
quarterback's steely blue eyes burned into Pete's as he smiled and nodded
at the curly-haired Greek teen.  Petie and his grandfather followed them
down the aisle, with neither of the Stavros men's eyes faltering from the
tuxedo tails which danced around the muscular jock's firm buttocks.  As
Petie claimed the aisle seat, Jackson's strong hand rested on the younger
man's shoulder and gave it a good natured squeeze before he returned to
his usher duties.  Old Nikos Stavros observed the blissful look etched
across his grandson's sweet face and reached over to pat the boy's
thigh.  Too quickly to be detected by the most observant eyes, the older
man's hand swept down along the basketball jock's inner thigh and grazed
his crotch before returning to his own lap.  Looking over to his
grandfather with a crooked smile, Petie first made certain his
grandmother was otherwise occupied before giving the virile stud a quick
wink.

The beautiful church, with its high stained glass windows and glossy wood
work, filled with family members and friends.  Glancing around, Petie was
pleasantly surprised at the number of attractive males---many of whom
he'd never seen before.  Quickly scanning the bride's side of the aisle,
he spotted a least a dozen studs he'd like to do---with nearly twice as
many on the groom's side.  Joey certainly had some hot-looking uncles and
cousins on both his mother and father's side of the family, although that
certainly shouldn't have come as a surprise considering how awesomely
handsome both Joey and his older brother were.  Cripes, even the Italian
grandfather, who must have been every bit of seventy, looked good enough
to eat!

A hush fell over the assembled guests as Joey, best man Ray and his two
buddies, Scott and Jackson, stepped out from an ante-room to take their
places at the altar.  Petie's young prick sprang to life in his dress
slacks as he ogled the handsome foursome, three of whom he'd already
sampled.  The fourth, Scott, was good-looking in his own right, with
dirty-blond spiky hair, crystal blue eyes and that All-American athlete
look that made Petie's much-fucked ass lips quiver with expectation.  A
three way between himself, Scott and Jackson, who he'd already sucked off
the night of the bachelor's party, would be heavenly!

The brides maids were slowly making their way down the center aisle and,
at the first strains of the familiar Wedding March, the guests rose
to their feet as Tracy made her appearance in the double doorway,
escorted by her rotund father.  Petie couldn't help but feel a twinge of
resentment as the bitch milked the moment, enjoying all eyes upon her.
Certainly she looked attractive enough, her shoulder-length hair swept up
under the brocaded veil and an ultra-long train fanning out from behind a
breathtaking lace and pearl-laden white Victorian gown.  Joey looked
practically awestruck as his intended bride approached the
altar---Tracy'd never looked so damned good!

Old Man McDonoghue gave away his daughter and stepped back into the
family pew, allowing Joey to take his place alongside the virginal
bride.  As the Minister began his "Dearly Beloved" spiel, Petie's
attention disinterestedly wandered off and his gaze settled on
dark-haired Jackson, rigidly standing there with hands crossed at his
crotch.  Petie's sex-crazed eyes glazed over and the marriage ceremony
filtered away as he reminisced about that night nearly a week ago when he
managed to lure Jackson outside of the road house where Joey's bachelor's
party was taking place.  The straight jock was nervous, that much was for
sure, yet the obvious signals Petie had been sending him all night left
no doubt as to why the younger athlete was leading him into the darkened
parking lot.  Jockeying around haphazardly parked trucks and cars, they
made their way to a semi-secluded, back corner of the lot.

Standing in the winter moonlight, with the overfilled parking area and
road house in the background, Jackson stuffed his hands into the pockets
of his waist-length team jacket and shuffled his feet nervously on the
gravel.  "I--I aint' never done nuthin' like this before, dude."

Dropping to his knees in front of the dark-haired quarterback and
unfastening the front of his jeans, Petie quietly reassured him, "Just
leave everything to me."  Digging inside the hefty stud's boxers, he
fished out the already semi-hard prick and engulfed it with his wet mouth
before the precious piece ever felt the winter cold.  With his nose
burrowed in the wiry thatch of pubic hair, Petie gulped down inch after
inch of rapidly swelling jock cock until all eight were throbbing against
the slick walls of his throat.  Then, clutching at the unzipped folds of
the handsome athlete's jeans, he began working the tasty rod in and out
of his lusty mouth.

"Holy fuck!" Jackson groaned huskily as the cool night air played on his
exposed pubes.  Suddenly growing weak in the legs, he leaned back so that
his muscular buttocks were propped against the car directly behind him.
Thankfully, it was an old clunker not equipped with a sensor alarm.  "Oh
yeah, dude, suck that cock! Take the whole fuckin' thing!"

Petie slammed the hot dick down his throat, which sexily constricted
around the sensitive piece.  Coming back up, he face-fucked the randy
cock shallowly with only the fat head inside his mouth.  His even white
teeth lightly scraped against the underside of the rim while he sucked,
causing poor Jackson to shudder and utter a small, deeply masculine cry.
His free hand wrapped around the dripping boner and stroked the rock hard
meat while he gave hot lip service to the perfect mushroom cap.

Jackson's hips began moving, pumping his cock into the Greek teen's
awesome suck hole.  His fat dick glided over the athlete's hot, slippery
tongue and slid all the way down his throat.  Holding Petie by the back
of the head, he fucked the curly haired cock sucker's face with long,
forceful strokes.  Petie was like some sort of human vacuum cleaner,
sucking him straight down and creating slick friction as Jackson pulled
back.  Petie had managed to pull the darker haired stud's balls through
the widened opening in his boxers, allowing them to hang loose and flop
about in the wintry night air.

Thick, salty cock juice began to ooze from the deep gash and coat the
insides of Petie's oral cavity with its intoxicating flavor.   Petie
swirled the delectable nectar around in his mouth, allowing it to
co-mingle with his abundant saliva to offer Jackson a nicely wet head
job.  The huskier stud began throat fucking him with even more
gusto, thoroughly aroused by the way Petie took him right down to the
balls while continually sucking and snorting around his big prong.  The
guy loved cock, that much was for sure, and straight Jackson was
completely turned on by the all-star basketball champ's trained
maneuvers.

They were at it for a matter of several minutes, completely oblivious to
the threat of potential departing patrons in the parking area.  Petie's
sensual lips were wrapped tightly around the slick shaft of the tasty
cock as it rampaged in and out of his wet, warm mouth, rewarding him with
a tasty trail of pre-cum across his working tongue with each pass.
Jackson's goo tasted rich, like the purest of male honey, and Petie
couldn't wait until it was flooding the insides of his mouth and
he could freely drink from the erupting fountain.  Looking upward at
the good looking stud, Petie could tell it wouldn't take long.  The
moonlight cast a romantic glow over husky Jackson, who was chugging
along like a wide-end receiver racing toward the goal from far back as
the 40 yard line.  With eyes tightly shut and teeth clenched together,
his heavier breathing came out in short, billowing puffs as hot air met
cold.  Despite the chill, Petie detected a sexy sheen of perspiration
forming over Jackson's handsome, macho face.

The hunkier buck let out an appreciative moan when Petie took hold of his
nut sac, weighing the hefty package in the palm of his hand and toying
with the bloated, cum laden nads.  His cock grew even more rigid as it
piston-fucked between Petie's glorious lips.  Petie laid all the
tightness he could on the manly fuck stick and plastered his slippery,
wet tongue to the thick underside vein.  Jackson's fingers were
intertwined through Petie's short, curly hair, holding the younger
athlete's head in place while he fucked his mouth with an increasing
tempo.  Feeling the sweaty scrotum tightening in his grasp, Petie
massaged the hairy bag more diligently while reaching behind with his
free hand to grasp a firm, quivering buttock.  Jackson's ass muscles
flexed wildly and his entire body seemed to suddenly shudder.  With
a deep, strangled shout a blast of hot semen erupted from his balls and
blew clear down Petie's esophagus.  The quarterback's strong legs seemed
to buckle under him and he fell heavily back against the car.  Thick,
white streams of ball scum bolted from Jackson's cock lips, liberally
scouring the insides of Petie's vacuum-pack mouth.  The younger stud was
going wild, his head thrashing about to and fro as he sucked on the big
shooter flooding him with heady spunk.  His tongue was all over the
place; in fact, to Jackson, it felt like a multitude of tongues lapping
along the length of his shaft, gliding over the head and probing into his
cock slit, coaxing out every possible droplet of precious cum.  Petie
failed to let up until certain he had drained the straight buck dry.

"I do."

Those two spoken words brought Petie out of his delightful reverie and he
suddenly realized he'd daydreamed throughout the entire ceremony.  The
Minister was pronouncing them husband and wife, Joey was lifting Tracy's
veil and planting one on her lips.  Petie snickered, as did several other
guests, when Joey held that lip-lock just a tad too long for the church
going crowd---or the bride's parents---to appreciate.  As they locked
hands and headed down the aisle, the assembled guests stood clapping.
Rising to his feet Petie suddenly realized he was sporting a monumental
hard-on.  Quickly stuffing his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers
to mask his condition, Petie watched the newlyweds pass.  For the
briefest of moments, to his obvious delight, Petie managed to catch the
eye of Jackson as he escorted a bride's maid to the church exit.  The
sparkle in the handsome stud's eyes caused Petie to stain the front of
his underwear.

Petie remained hard through the receiving line and practically popped a
nut when he obligingly shook Jackson's strong hand.  Containing himself
on the long drive out to the reception hall proved more than young Petie
could handle.  While Grandma rattled away in the front passenger seat
Petie, occupying the back area, positioned himself in line with the rear
view mirror and, catching his grandfather's eye, began lewdly groping his
engorged crotch.  Swallowing hard, Stavros somehow managed to maintain
control of the vehicle as Petie slowly unzipped his fly and released his
sweet boy cock.  It was hard as rock and leaking trails of youthful
pre-cum.  Nervous that the missus might turn around and see Petie in all
his glory, Stavros attempted to appear calm---even though his own cock
was thickening down his thigh.

Petie played the perfect tease, stroking his meat and scooping up boy
juice, which he exaggeratedly licked from his fingers while maintaining
eye contact with his grandfather in the mirror.  The wanton slut was
acting as if they were the only two in the car!  His pretty mouth was
hanging open while his wet tongue rolled out invitingly.  His tender
buttocks writhed about on the upholstery and Stavros nearly ran off the
road when he observed his grandson's hand disappear into his ass
cleavage.  Petie was more sexed up than his grandfather could ever
recall---and there was precious little he could do about it at the
moment.  When he got the sex monster home tonight he'd tame
him---although it appeared Petie needed a strong dose of cock right now.



The invited wedding guests slowly filtered in to the stately foyer of the
old pre-Revolutionary War manor, which bore little resemblance to its
former self.  Although each successive owner down through the years
claimed it to be a historical site, the simple fact remained that there
was no documented evidence to support such claim.  The handsome stone
structure had laid vacant for long years between residential owners, who
found upkeep of the drafty old place cumbersome, each making additions
and alterations which gradually eroded the originality of the building.
Some claimed a President or two had slept in one of the upstairs
bedrooms, an unsubstantiated rumor which still managed to arouse interest
in the place.  Otherwise, it would probably have fallen into decay years
ago.  Its current incarnation as a restaurant/banquet hall had proved
moderately successful, with tours of the "restored" bedrooms available on
weekends.  Long-time locals scoffed at such nonsense:  a bunch of old
furniture shipped in from some antique shop hardly ranked the place among
other historical museums.

Shopping around for suitable reception halls for their daughter, the
McDonoughues were quite taken with the quaint, updated place and---with
their calendar hardly booked---the struggling establishment offered a
comparable price.  A pleasant evening's dinner there with Tracy and Joey
eventually sold them on the place---the Chef turned out to be exquisite!

Cocktail hour was a pleasant affair with open bar and a host of young,
attractive servers constantly circling the high-ceilinged foyer with
trays of delectable goodies and seemingly endless champagne.  The crowd
seemed quite relaxed and festive by they time they entered the grand ball
room, an architecturally attractive area which boasted floor to ceiling
windows along the back wall and four massive and exquisite crystal
chandeliers.  French doors led to an outside garden, running brook and
old-fashioned gazebo.  The band started off the evening with light
melodies as the guests found their tables, many gathering around one of
the two ornate bars permanently ensconced on each side of the ball room
to chat and imbibe in spirits.

As middle aged hunk Jon maneuvered from bar to table with a drink in
either hand---a beer for himself and a Cosmopolitan for his date---he
managed to turn quite a few heads.  Although forty five years of age, Jon
was a breathtakingly handsome stud with thick, short dark hair,
distinguished by speckles of gray at the temples, and mischievously
sparkling blue eyes.  His face, save for some minor creases at the edges
of those eyes and across his forehead, was virtually unlined, giving him
the appearance of a much younger man.  Even the tailored suit he wore
could not conceal the solidly packed musculature of his masculine frame,
the result of rigorous daily weight training sessions.  Although he had
no permanent attachment, a man with Jon's smoldering sexuality and
amiable personality had little trouble finding an escort for the party.
His date this evening was the luscious Lana, thirty-something and
recently separated from her philandering spouse.  She was certainly
attractive enough, albeit only moderately intellectual; just the way Jon
preferred his female companions.  The dark haired dame smiled widely when
Jon set the cocktail before her and Jon easily noticed her ripe nipples
pressed hard against the fabric of her gown, probably in anticipation of
possible shenanigans after the reception.  If nothing better turned up he
might throw her a fuck but, glancing around the room, there appeared to
be all sorts of possibilities.

Bi Jon was well aware that he wasn't the only one at their table cruising
the wealth of hunky, mainly Italian and Hispanic males.  Diagonally
across from him at the tastefully decorated circular table,
nineteen-year-old Petie Stavros' eyes were practically glazed over with
sex as he eyed up all the hot beefcake.   Jon had heard all the stories
about how the seemingly straight young athlete was unquenchably queer for
hard, juicy cock.  While he personally had never taken a dip in the lad's
pool, he knew Joey had been regularly banging Petie before the cutie went
off to college.  One of the things Jon loved about Joey was the hunk's
penchant for after-sex gossip.  Sculpted chest rising and falling from
fuck exertion, his muscular body coated in a sheen of manly sweat and
dribbles of cum oozing from the corners of his mouth, asshole or both,
Joey would lie in bed throwing his arms backward to rest his head in
those working man hands of his, exposing his ripe, hairy pits and
bullshit.  Even Jon, man-of-the-sex-world that he was, was startled---and
aroused---by some of the things Joey claimed Petie had done.  Having
witnessed Petie sneaking out of the strip joint last week with one of
Joey's school buddies in tow, Jon wondered when---and if---Petie would
confess to fucking around with the handsome Jackson.

While Lana conversed with some friend of Joey's mother, who was seated
beside her at the table, Jon took the opportunity to more openly appraise
young Peter Stavros.  No doubt about it, Petie was a fine looking
specimen of teen beef.  The nineteen-year-old basketball jock was almost
pretty in his facial features.  His smooth, unblemished face was thin
and angular with classically high cheekbones, offset by unusually full
and puffy lips which must prove advantageous to his cock sucking
techniques.  Long curled lashes framed his man-watching brown eyes which
were nearly the same shade as the short, curly hair capping his head.
The boy was fairly tall and slender, as Jon recalled from observing him
on the basketball court, with a nicely toned and lightly muscled body.
Jon's big cock began to swell in his slacks as he imagined embedding his
fingers through those curls and guiding pretty Petie's head back and
forth on his prominent prong.

Suddenly Jon was in the path of Petie's roving, hunting eyes, which
flared widely when the teen realized the older stud had been ogling
him.  Cocking his head suggestively, Jon gave the Greek youth a long,
come-hither look and smiled crookedly when Petie's tongue darted out to
glide between his thick lips.  Certainly he'd heard about Jon's prowess
from Joey, same as Jon had learned about Petie's obsessive man lust from
the Giagianno stud.  Satisfied the boy was his for the taking, Jon
returned his attention to the conversations flowing around the table,
glancing every now and then back at Petie.  The boy seemed to have
forgotten all the other men in the room; his eyes never parted from the
handsome, middle-aged hunk across the table.

In due time, with everyone finally settled, the handsome wedding party
was introduced.  Jackson and Scott escorted the bride's maids out to the
center floor, followed by best man Ray and maid of honor Samantha.  Then,
to rousing cheers, the new Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Giagianno were presented
to the assembly.  No longer nervous, now that the ceremony was over, Joey
appeared to be having himself a good time---as was the rest of the
wedding party---due partly to the spirits they'd imbibed in their private
party room.  For the first time that evening the very attractive,
full-voiced (and bosomed) female singer took her spot at the microphone
and delivered the sugary sweet love song Tracy had selected for the
all-important moment.  The bride and groom shared their first dance,
followed by the remainder of the wedding party.  Jon kept his eyes on his
straight buddy Ray, who cut quite a dashing figure in his tuxedo.
Naturally, Jon wanted nothing more than to rip those clothes from Ray's
marvelous body and devour his huge, tasty cock in one greedy gulp!

The evening's events continued with the bride's dance with her father,
the groom's dance with his mom, the best man's toast and all the other
usual rituals.  In leisurely pace, fruit cups were replaced with salad,
followed by sorbet to cleanse the palate and finally the main course was
served.  Four entrees, one appearing more appetizing than other, were
offered to each guest by an efficient and speedy staff.  Since the groom
and his brother were partially Italian---and he certainly enjoyed
feasting on them---Jon settled on the aromatic lasagna while his date
selected baked salmon.  The dish was entirely delectable as, it turned
out, was everyone else's at their table.  Nearly completing his meal, Jon
felt the unavoidable urge to unload his bladder and quietly excused
himself from the table, admonishing Tara to let no one touch his
unfinished plate.

There were two rest room locations; one in an alcove off the main ball
room and another in the foyer where they'd earlier enjoyed hors
d'oeurves.   Having earlier observed the traffic around the ball room
latrine, Jon opted on the other.  Normally he wouldn't have
minded cruising a crowded men's room, but he wanted to get back to
his table and luxuriate in those Italian sauces.  Crossing the large ball
room, he made his way through the huge, open double doors and traversed
the virtually empty foyer.  The door pushed silently inward as he entered
the bright, clean and quiet space, already jockeying with his zipper for
a quick pee.  Unexpectedly encountering another man standing at the bank
of urinals Jon hesitated for an instant, a big smile illuminating his
handsome face.  It was his straight fuck buddy, Ray!

Noticing the three toilet stall doors standing open, assuring their
privacy, Jon greeted, "Fancy meeting you here, you hot motherfucker!"

Flashing Jon that sneaky 'Rican smile which caused the mole at the corner
of his mouth to momentarily disappear, Ray countered, "Like as if it's an
accident!  You followed me in here, didn't you, you fuckin' horndog?"

"Damned skippy," Jon lied as he stepped up to the urinal next to his
buddy, hauled out his cock and let a flow of yellow urine splash against
the white porcelain.  "Wanted to take a piss with the best damned man at
this whole party!"

"Wedding went off real good, wouldn't you say?" Ray queried as he
finished his pee and shook off his big, beautiful cock.  Before he
managed to tuck it away, Jon's hand shot out to grasp and squeeze the fat
flesh tube while he continued relieving his own bladder.

"And just got a whole hell of a lot better," he growled seductively as he
felt it already swelling in his palm.

"H-HERE!?!" Ray stuttered, turning toward his bi buddy with brown eyes
big and incredulous.

"Why the fuck not?  We've done it everywhere else, for crissake!"  Jon
cupped Ray's hairy ball bag and purposely massaged it while the man's
cock rested across his wrist.

Ray grabbed hold of Jon's wrist in a feeble attempt to thwart his sexual
manipulations, but Jon had a handful of Ray's white briefs and was
pulling him toward a vacant stall.  "I-It's my brother's wedding, man.
Anybody could fuckin' come in here!  My fuckin' father in law could come
in here!"

Jon was grinning from ear to ear as he backed into the stall, slamming
the door behind them when Ray had cleared the entrance way.  Ever since
the day he'd discovered the handsome stud pumping iron in his backyard
shed wearing nothing more than a sweaty jock strap, Jon had been fucked
by Ray in nearly every conceivable place at the most spontaneous of
times.  While wife Kathy was down stairs, or out in the yard, they'd
fucked in the garage, out in the shed, upstairs in the marital bed and
even once in the children's playhouse.  He'd blown the well-hung stud
high up on a ski lift, fire-side at a campground, out in a row
boat whilst fishing and numerous other locations.  The public rest room
of a reception hall was the least risqué of their high adrenaline
encounters.

"Check it out."  Pressing his own well-maintained body against the
muscular hunk, Jon breathed hotly into Ray's ear. "This cubicle, even the
door, is flush to the floor.   Why in hell you think they made these
things so fuckin' private?  So buddies like us could fuck, that's why."

"Must be a bitch for the clean-up crew," Ray grinned.  "Alright, you
horny cock sucker, a quick blow job.  But that's gotta be it---'til
later."

"Now you're talkin'," Jon smiled back as he flipped down the toilet
cover behind him and sat, yanking Ray's trousers and briefs to his ankles
in the process.  "The fuck with waitin' for cutting of the cake, I'm
ready for my dessert right now."   That said, he leaned forward and
swallowed Ray's fat, tasty prick right down to the pubic hairs.  Groaning
sexily while it sprang to life within his throat, Jon glanced up at his
handsome fuck buddy through dreamy, lust-laden eyes.  Ray's own
hazel orbs had taken on a look of sexual bliss, his nostrils flaring
widely and tongue repeatedly darting out to work his wet lips.  Strong
hands reached to unfasten the tie and first few buttons of his starched
white white as he swallowed hard, his prominent Adam's apple rising and
falling.  Jon was now feverishly working his entire prick from head to
root, slobbering and grunting as he deep-throated the massive tool.  His
piggish sounds were certain to give them away if anyone entered the rest
room, but the thrill of discovery only served to make Ray grow even
harder in the other man's mouth.

Grasping hold of Jon's head he began thrusting back against him, fucking
the older stud's gaping hole.  They were going at each other like
testosterone-enhanced school boys in the back seat of daddy's borrowed
car, racing toward orgasm when the bath room door was suddenly
pushed open and the voices of two men caused them to abruptly halt in
their tracks.  Ray was forced to bite his lower lip while Jon's velvet
throat caressed and milked his straining shaft through the nervous
moment.  Their eyes were fixed on one another, each half expecting the
other to make an unintentional slip which would give them away.  A bead
of sweat broke out on Ray's strong brow when Jon's lips began to slowly
work their way off his cock, his tongue swiping along the surface of the
big, wet man tool.  And then his hazel eyes flared widely when he
recognized the voices of his father and Uncle Vito chatting while they
sprayed the porcelain urinals!  Ray stifled a whimper when big Jon's
tongue lovingly glided over his sensitive glans and lapped up the
free-flowing pre-cum.  Yanking on Jon's short hair in warning, Ray
flushed at the audible grunt from his cock sucking buddy which,
thankfully, went unheard by the two intruders.

"Dat's both yer boys married off," Uncle Vito was saying to his brother.
"Me, I still got three of the sons of bitches livin' at home feedin' offa
me and drivin' me nuts!"

"Raymond and Joey ain't nuthin like that," the senior Giagianno
responded.  "They're both good boys.  Wished I could say as much for
their sister.  Little bitch got herself knocked up by some wise ass
Puerto Rican bastard."

Daddy would have been duly shocked had he known one of his "good" boys
was secreted behind the toilet stall door with the full length of his
thick ethnic cock buried to the bush in Jon's smoothly shaved face.
Knowing Ray could hardly protest too much, Jon grabbed hold of the hunky
stud's ass melons, digging his fingers into the hairy cleft of his ass
trench, and held his fuck buddy close against him.  With the entirety of
the married hunk's rod madly pulsing against the confines of his wet
throat, Jon worked his tongue over and around the perfectly shaped cock
head.

"Joey sure picked himself a cutie, that's for sure," Uncle Vito offered.

Papa Giagianno scoffed.  "Their mother was a looker when I married her;
just like a fuckin' movie star.  Three kids later, look at how the bitch
turned out!  It don't matter what the fuck they look like, what matters
is the kind of woman they are.  Take Ray's Cathy, she ain't all that much
to look at but she's a damned fine wife and mother."

Ray was profusely perspiring, trying hard to keep hold of what little
control he had left.  Jon was sucking on his big meat almost as if they
were alone in the damned bathroom; the sonofabitch showed no fear!  He
could feel the cum boiling in his sweaty ball bag, pressed up against
Jon's chin as the older man expertly milked him.  With the talent Jon had
for making him feel like the fourth of July fireworks every time he got
him off, Ray knew he'd never be able to smother his bliss at the crucial
moment.  But there was absolutely no getting Jon off of him!  Of all the
risky behavior they'd engaged in, this had to be the ultimate.

Jon thoroughly enjoyed making straight Ray sweat and was almost
disappointed when the two family members finished relieving their
bladders, washed up and departed.  He would have loved to have brought
Ray to orgasm, watching the married man attempting to stifle the
accompanying gyrations while he unloaded his nut sac down Jon's sucking
throat.  As he resumed running his mouth back and forth, deep-throating
the sexy hunk, Jon secretly hoped that more wedding guests would pay a
visit to the rest room---perhaps even Ray's father-in-law---before he'd
received his tasty oral rinse.



Spirits flowed and events grew even livelier following dinner hour.  The
lighting in the spacious room grew dimmer and more conducive to a party
atmosphere as the band picked up the tempo and broke out with some dance
tunes.  Party guests flocked to the floor to boogey and the twin bars
suddenly grew two men deep.  There was a great deal of good-natured
laughter as family who hadn't seen each other since the last wedding (or
funeral) became reacquainted.

Jon's date, who had turned out to be quite the conversationalist, may not
have noticed his prolonged absence---but there was another at the table
who certainly did.  Although he feigned disinterest, Petie Stavros was
quite attracted to the middle-aged stud.   And , after all, why shouldn't
he be?  Tall, dark, mature and handsome with an impressively muscular
body, Jon perfectly profiled Petie's "type".  The teen slut coveted a hot
"daddy"---hell, he'd been fantasizing about his own father for years!
Not that satisfying guys his own age disinterested him, but when it came
to his own sexual gratification, Petie preferred it to be at the hands
and cock of a hunky, experienced older man.  Joey's uber-hot bro Ray had
thrown Petie a torrid fuck from which the curly haired Greek had yet to
recover---emotionally he was thoroughly "in lust" with the handsome
married straight dude and his strong ethnic cock although it regrettably
had turned out to be a one-time fling.  Petie, sworn to secrecy over
their tryst, held out seemingly unrequited hopes for a reunion one day.

Glancing out at the head table for a look at his dream fuck, Petie was
disappointed to discover Ray's seat vacant.  A quick inspection of the
family table also failed to uncover the conspicuously absent hunky best
man.  Shortly later, a knowing smirk washed over Petie's cute, boyish
face when Jon walked through the grand entranceway, followed a perfectly
timed minute afterward by ravishing Ray.

Jon returned to the table to discover his date out on the floor guiding
old Nikos Stavros through a line dance as his gracious, bemused wife
looked on.  Unable to resist the temptation, Petie slid out from his seat
and, circling the table directly behind Jon, paused to place his hands on
the good-looking man's broad shoulders and leaned to whisper in his ear.

"You really should wipe that gob of the best man's cum from the corner of
your mouth before your date returns."

Jon's hand automatically shot up to his shaved face, only to discover
that he had done a successful clean up prior to departing the wash room.
Petie was already retreating, but glanced over his shoulder to shoot Jon
a mischievous "gotcha" grin.

Refusing to be bested by the Greek whore Jon quickly rose and, seeing the
others engrossed in the action on the dance floor, followed on Petie's
heel.  He caught up with the pretty, long-lashed athlete out in the
foyer.

"Nice shot, little man," he breathed low and huskily as he staged his own
sneak attack, coming up behind the youth.  "Guess it takes one cock
sucker to know another."

A rush of exhilaration heated Petie's trim, lightly muscled body from
head to toe.  Big Jon was on the sexual prowl and Petie knew he was the
lucky target.

"Rumor has it you've got a hot, suckable cock," Petie ventured, almost
surprised at the conversation taking place between him and the attractive
bisexual in the foyer while other party goers passed them by.

"Seems like somebody's been flapping his big, beautiful jaw."  Jon's
breath was hot on the back of Petie's neck.  "So when do you want to
feast on some prime beef, boy?"

There was an angelic glow about Petie's thin, angular face as he looked
out at the passers by while the hunky daddy type whispered sweet nothings
against his ear.  "Any time you want, stud," he answered.  "I've been
jealous Joey's the one getting the hottest dude around."

Unnoticed by the other guests, Jon brazenly slipped the fingers of one
hand under the back of Petie's pants.  The boy's eyes shot wide open, the
pulse quickening in his throat as the older man groped his tight globes.

"Screw the blow job, I want to fuck this cute ass of yours," the middle
aged stud declared.

"Fuck, yeah!"  Petie gushed, his long-lashed eyelids fluttering dreamily
to half mast.

"There's supposedly bedrooms upstairs," Jon thought out loud, recalling
the history of the place.  The sprawling staircase was chained off with
an "exhibit closed" sign posted at mid-point, but Jon recalled these old
places often had a back stairwell---unless it had been demolished in the
reconstruction.  Jon guessed it to be in the area of the kitchen.

"C'mon, bitch!"  he growled and led Petie to the service hallway off the
main foyer.  Luckily they were able to avoid any staff members as they
investigated the back area of the house, ultimately uncovering the narrow
alternate stairway.  Carefully they mounted the old boards, which creaked
under their combined weight.  At the top they found themselves at the
back of a long corridor from which doors opened off on either side to the
supposed original bedrooms.  The hallway was illuminated by dim
electrical candles mounted at measured spaces along the walls.  Although
the exhibit was closed during evening hours, each bedroom remained
partially lit for aesthetic effect from outside the old mansion.

Taking hold of Petie's young wrist in his big man's hand, Jon led the way
down the hall and haphazardly selected one door for their clandestine
encounter.  Gingerly swinging the door inward, he halted in mild shock at
the unexpected sight which befell him.

Down on all fours on the floor at the foot of the bed with black tuxedo
pants around his thick ankles and white shirt pulled up to his muscular
shoulders, freshly married Joey was grasping the ornate rug under him
while high school buddy Jackson rammed his thick, wet dick in and out of
the jock's hairy ass hole!  Fuckin' Joey the horndog didn't even make it
to the wedding night without getting his jock pussy pounded!  And with
all the wedding guests, not to mention his bride, right downstairs
probably wondering where in hell he was!  Sexy Jackson was humping Joey
like a dog and appeared to be appropriately appreciative of the other
stud's ultra accommodating fuck hole which, as Jon well knew, was a
damned site better than any female snatch he'd ever had!  When they'd
become fuck buddies he wasn't precisely sure, but from the aggressive way
Jackson was going at him Jon determined this to be the virgin tour.  Jon
stared in amazement for a few moments more before silently pulling the
door shut without either stud---or Petie---aware of what he'd discovered.

"Looks like somebody else had the same idea," he whispered to an
unsuspecting Petie as he dragged him into another room across the hall.

Petie was momentarily caught off guard when big Jon roughly pushed him up
against the closed door, pressed his hard, muscular body into the trim
and lean one of the young athlete and began brazenly pawing at him with
strong man's hands.  With his mouth bruising the full, bow-like lips of
the teen slut and their conjoined tongues doing a wet, sloppy dance, Jon
ground his expanding pelvis against Petie's already engorged basket while
his hands traversed the boy's body, ripping off all obtrusive clothing
until the Greek buck was unabashedly nude in his arms.  Failing to break
their heated lip lock, Petie hastily assisted the older, hunky bi-guy out
of his wedding formals and grew even more aroused as he openly explored
Jon's muscular naked flesh.

After his tete-a-tete in the john with husky Ray, Jon's prick was hard as
marble and his big ball bag was positively aching to unload its
overheated burden.  Not caring to prolong his eventual taking of the boy,
Jon spun Petie around to face the door.  One strong arm encircled the
basketball pup's lean waist, pulling him toward him as he kicked the
curly haired cuties legs wide apart.  Petie instinctively bent forward,
his hands pressed against the door to maintain his balance.  His bald ass
hole positively quivered when he heard Jon wetly spit, knowing full well
the middle aged hunk was lubing his thick piece of meat, readying it for
a full-fledged anal assault.

Jon's warm, manly hands took hold of Petie's smooth, young butt cheeks
and spread his deep ditch apart.  A gob of spittle landed on the pink,
wrinkled target; Jon used a thick thumb to rub it over and into Petie's
pretty pouting pucker.  The handsome stud pressed his fat dick against
the warm, hungry ass hole and easily slid his bulbous cock head between
the quivering, expectant lips.  Then, with one forceful thrust, he
slammed the entirety of his manhood balls deep inside Petie Stavros' warm
body.  Petie automatically tightened his slick rectal walls around the
welcome intruder as the bigger man began pumping him.

Although he'd reputedly been fucked a lot, Petie's sweet ass hole
certainly hadn't lost any of its youthful elasticity, Jon thought as he
enjoyed the incredible feel of the cute boy's hot fuck box.  His full
length was roaring into Petie's cock-grasping ass chute, pulling
out until only the thick mushroom head was parting those wet lips and
then punching back in with such force the ecstatic teen was forced up on
tip of his toes.  Jon's bloated ball sac slapped against the boy's soft,
fuzzy skin with each driving penetration, sending sexual shock waves
through his heaving body.

"Oh, yeah!" Petie whispered hoarsely.  "Feels so fuckin' good!  Pound my
slut ass hard, big guy.  Harder!  Faster!"

Growling sexily, Jon took Petie by the shoulders and obediently followed
his command.  His slick cock rammed against the teen's mushy guts with
shorter, but more forceful, thrusts.  He was fucking the Greek slut deep,
where Petie could really feel it right up into his belly and
reverberating through his throat.  Rivulets of perspiration were
traveling down the defined crevice of young Petie's spine.  From the way
his head was rocking to and fro Jon knew he was driving the kid nuts with
his full-throttle, ass-splitting megafuck.

Reaching around the sweet, sexy boy, Jon wrapped his fingers about
Petie's teen cock and jerked it in cadence to his own passionate
fucking.  Petie was moaning like a bitch in heat and Jon almost feared
discovery by an employee of the place.  Certainly the mating studs across
the hallway were far too engrossed in their own not-so-secret shenanigans
to pay heed to whimpering from another room.

It was hot as a furnace up inside the athletic boy pussy as Jon continued
to impale him with thick man cock.  Petie backed up against the battering
ram, making certain he was embedded with every fuckable inch.  The youth
was hungry to be fucked and Jon proved to be just the man for the job.
Ceaselessly, Jon's big plunger plowed into him, knowing Petie was one of
those cock sluts who loved to be, but rarely got, fucked nice and hard.
His burning asshole seemed to be screaming "fuck me...fuck me" as it
pulsed, alternately loosening and tightening around his rampaging ram
rod.

Joey's hunky fuck daddy proved to be everything Petie had hoped for---and
then some!  He cooed like a lovestruck pigeon as the long, hot slab of
man meat dove in and out of his slick fuck hole with swift, plunging
strokes.  Petie held his hungry young ass hole wide open, allowing the
muscular stud to plow him hard.  The thick, vein engorged dick thoroughly
massaged his tender prostate, causing the curly haired jock to literally
claw at the hard wood of the door in front of him.  Jon's taking hold of
his up-until-then neglected cock shaft was an added bonus; very few
of his older "trade" ever fondled his equipment as they sought
satisfaction up his boy pussy.  But big Jon was gliding his fist along
the full length of Petie's throbbing shaft, pausing every now and again
to roll those bloated, down-covered balls in the sweaty palm of his big
hand.  Petie moaned excitedly as the fat cock head punched deep into his
guts, momentarily knocking the wind out of him, and hoped they could go
on like this for the rest of the evening.

Jon could easily understand how Petie was one of Joey's favorite fuck
boys; the Greek slut had an enthusiastic, million dollar ass hole!
Closing his eyes as he relished the delicious sensations of Petie's slick
ass walls gliding along his sensitive shaft, Jon envisioned young jock
Joey pounding the basketball star with his awesome ass-splitter.  It
aroused Jon even further knowing that the humongously wide weapon of the
same young man he'd deflowered a few years earlier was regularly
traversing the very same course.  He thought of all the times husky Joey
must have blown his nut up inside Petie's guts, driving himself wild with
the realism of the porno scene unfolding in his imagination.  Growling
deep in his throat, Jon's lips curled back in a snarl as he pumped up the
tempo, crashing into Petie's ravenous pussy with unforgiving passion.

They fucked wildly for several more mind-boggling moments, Jon's strength
and stamina a source of amazement for the boy who, chronologically
speaking, could very well be the same age as the son he'd never had.
When the sexed-up youth started babbling incoherently, Jon knew Petie's
time was almost at hand.  Beating the hot teen rod with an increased
tempo, Jon felt the young buck's entire body begin to tense.  With the
onslaught of his orgasm, Petie's ass hole suddenly clamped
down deliciously hard on Jon's buried prick, making the fucking all the
more tighter.  With a visible shudder, his young gun discharged,
splattering the door with volumes of white hot jizz.  Petie's fevered
sighs, gasps and moans throughout his moment of release were silenced
when Jon sensibly clamped his free hand over the lad's drooling
mouth.  Petie's wild orgasm seemed to go on forever---and Jon fucked him
clear through it, thoroughly enjoying each spasm as it caressed his
ready-to-fire throbber.

All of the teen's jerking about like a bluefish snagged on a fishing hook
sent waves of excitement racing through Jon's loins.  He fucked with
everything he had, forcing himself deep inside the hot, spasming hole and
pounding Petie's rump with energized fury.  The ensuing climax built to a
ball-aching crescendo.  Jon was surprised to hear his own strangled cry
as his muscular body violently shuddered and he blasted his heavy cream
way up inside Petie's mushy guts.

They remained interlocked long after Jon deposited every drop of his seed
into the basketball pup's pulsating pussy, which thoroughly milked the
explosive rod from within.  Jon's orgasms had been explosive; he
couldn't remember ever having shot so much rich cum.  The overflow was
running down his still-swollen shaft, oozing from the lips of Petie's
puckered pussy and dipping off his hairy balls.  Jon's mouth was on the
nape of Petie's neck, licking and sucking at his tender flesh and chewing
on the fabulous slut's ear lobes with his arms wrapped around the teen's
toned body and his hands caressing sweat-drenched flesh.  When Jon's
cock finally began to shrink down to normal size he slipped it out of the
Greek god, pausing to lick his chops at the sight of his abundant cum
load leaking down the insides of the boy's sinewy thighs.  Looking over
his shoulder at his fantastic new "daddy" through smoky, lust-laden eyes,
Petie reached between his legs to scoop up some of the free flowing
nectar and suck it from his long, slender fingers, eliciting a sexy
appreciative smile from his latest lover.



Returning to the reception hall via the back stair well, Jon noticed Joey
back at the head table alongside his new bride.  With a low chuckle, he
shook his head at the impropriety of Joey's horny actions and rejoined
his date at their table.  The wench hardly seemed to have noticed he'd
been gone so long.  It was only a matter of minutes before Petie managed
to clean himself up enough to take his spot at the table next to his
grandfather.  One look at the glowing boy assured Stavros that his
grandson had been freshly fucked and, from the way he kept glancing at
handsome Jon through starry eyes, old Stavros was certain the bi-hunk had
finally taken a ride up Petie's fabulous ass.  Dropping one hand under
the flowing skirt of the table cloth, Stavros boldly reached over to
squeeze his young grandson's crotch.  Momentarily startled, Petie rose
up a bit in the seat with eyes wide open and jerked his head to look at
his grandfather.  Jon easily picked up on the interchange, discovering
Nikos Stavros gazing directly at him with a decided twinkle in his old
eyes.  There was little doubt in Jon's mind that grandfather and grandson
would be sharing a bed in the Stavros house later tonight.  His cock
began to thicken as he thought of the mother lode he'd deposited within
Petie's rectum, the same load which would slosh around Stavros' big dick
while he fucked the cute laddie.

Eventually the party began to break up as guests slowly filtered out of
the old mansion.  To the delight of some, and the dismay of others, Joey
Giagianno was now a married man.  Idolized older brother Ray stood by as
the newlyweds slipped into their limousine, filled with a sense of pride
as Joey departed the scene, confident his l'il bro would soon be enjoying
a night of conjugal bliss.




It has been a few rough, rocky years from wedding day bliss until the
recent official split of the young Giagiannos.  Joey was left frustrated
and unfulfilled on his wedding night and, in less-than-satisfying
subsequent encounters, Tracy complained that sex with Joey was painful;
that he was too big for her "down there".  Can you fucking imagine?  And
to top it all off, the whiny little cunt blanched at the thought of
throwing him a blow job every now and again to ease his sexual tension.
So fearful was I of Joey developing a complex over his delicious
appendage that I sacrificed my trained ass---just to prove that the
problem was with Tracy and not him.  What none of us knew at the time was
that Tracy was having her sanctimonious pussy regularly eaten out by best
girl friend Samantha.  But even that relationship came to an abrupt end a
year or so back.

Tracy turned out to be quite the shrew and Cath, Ray's wife, is fairly
certain she's hooked herself up with some other stud---probably one with
a heavy wallet.  Since they never had satisfactory sex, they never
produced any heirs.  But don't get yourselves depressed thinkin' that
Joey's been sitting idly by and beating his meat all the while.  Hell,
no!  I'd taught that boy the advantages of having a sex buddy---and
Joey's gotten himself lots of them!   He may be a little depressed that
things didn't work out as well for him and not-so-racy Tracy as they have
for Ray and Cath, but the accomplished cock hound is far from lonely with
his bevy of testosterone-laden male admirers.

Have to close out this tale now; Joey's truck just pulled up in front of
my house, the former Davidson home I purchased right across the street
from his brother, my straight buddy Ray.  You see, Tracy agreed to buy
out Joey's shares in their condo and the young hunk needed some place to
roost for awhile.  Naturally I offered him one of the many vacant rooms
in my big home!  After all, it's conveniently close to his bro---and I
have every intention of making sexy Joey forget all about his ill-fated
trip down the aisle.  Unless certain marriage laws in our state change,
he won't make that particular mistake again!

Gotta go help my new house mate haul his gear from the truck to his new
room directly across the hall from the master suite (though I don't
imagine he'll be spending much time in his own bed).  So long as Joey's
here I'll probably be far too occupied to write---but don't lose your
hard ons, horny readers, there's much more to tell.  Hope to catch you on
these pages again soon as my hands---and dick---are free.