Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 16:05:55 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray:  Man-Eater of Mansgrove Lane

The long overdue and somewhat anticipated thirteenth chapter of the
STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY series is a work of erotic fiction featuring graphic
depictions of sexual encounters, thusly you must be of legal age to
consume this material.  All applicable rights are reserved by the author,
who wishes to apologize in advance to his female readers for "Jon's"
blatantly chauvinistic attitudes which do not reflect the author's own.

copyright 2006 JRoyale

Fuckin' A, Dudes!   It's been a  long while since I started posting this
sometimes tawdry tale!  Hardly believe all the time that's passed.  I
expected to just share with you horndogs the first fanfuckintastic time
me and my straight buddy Ray made it...then about the time I snagged (or
did he snag me?) his younger bro, that hot humpy butch fuck, Joey.  But
all the emails you curious cock suckers have been sending me just
prompted me to tell you more and more about the goings on here in this
sleepy (!) Jersey coastal town...until this thing has started to sound
like one hell of a sex opera!

Whoever came up with that expression about time flyin' by when you're
having fun sure knew what they were talking about!  Don't know precisely
what it was that inspired that scholar but, I gotta tell you boys, my
happy cock gets more of a workout the older I get.  Here it is, the
summer of 2006, and I'm fifty-fuckin-three years old now!  Of course (and
this isn't just egotistical bullshit talking) you'd be hard pressed to
place me more than a well-kept early forties.  I've always taken good
care of my machine, accentuating the positive and avoiding the
negatives.  Well, most of 'em, anyways.  I suppose I spend far too much
time at the gym, but the results are well worth the effort.

Then, of course, there's the perks.  Like the thirty-two year old
aerobics instructor who talked me into taking a few of her (yes, you're
reading right...her)  classes.  I'm not into all that jumping around
bullshit but it all became worth every bead of sweat when I slipped my
meaty sausage into her not-so-surprisingly tight pussy and threw her the
old one...two...three...four.

And then there was one of the many "personal trainers" the place has
employed over all these years I've been going there.  Jeff, I think his
name was.  Cute little gung-ho stud fresh out of college always
emphasizing the importance of stretching so as to avoid injury.  Young
fucker was like some type of contortionist with the demonstrations he
made with his limber body.  Sure looked---and felt---awesome when he held
those legs spread wide, thighs perpendicular to his sides, when I later
pummeled his incredible ass.  I'm an equal opportunity fucker---best of
both worlds.

So, like I was saying, it hardly seems possible that twenty-two years
have gone by since I first laid horny eyes on my straight buddy, Ray.  He
was only a sixteen-year-old kid then, hunky as hell and pushing shopping
carts at the local supermarket.  Don't think we ever shared more than a
couple of words in passing back in those days, but I couldn't begin to
tell you of the many hours of masturbatory pleasure I derived from
sitting in my Jeep and checking out the cute little ethnic hunk.  Who'd
have thought, years later, that he'd be the one to knock up one of the
secretaries at the car dealership where I worked?  They've been married
now going on to twenty years, Cathy eight years older than her boy
toy---and I've been their good friend all this time.  The horny stud
sired four children before Cathy underwent a hysterectomy last year---the
oldest a good-looking twenty-year-old who's a near-spitting image of his
old man and the youngest a nine-year-old boy already filling out with the
family genes.  Although no blood relation, I'm Uncle Jon to all the
kids.  No surprise there; wise-ass Ray's been calling me "Dad" for years.

What can I say about Ray?  He's every bit a "man's man"---especially my
kind of man.  Fits my "type" to a fuckin' T!  His mixed heritage of
Italian and Hispanic genes affords him breathtakingly dark good looks and
a sense of simmering machismo.  The handsome hunk sports a set of
smoldering hazel-colored eyes sparkling with secret mischief that can
melt me with the slightest gaze.  His dark, sexy lashes are the color
of those dense, nearly-straight eyebrows, slightly darker than his short
chestnut hair which, parted dead center, is still thick and lush as
when the macho stud was a teen.  Ray has a flawless complexion, save for
the tiny mole at the corner of his mouth which seems to disappear when he
flashes that wide, million dollar Colgate smile of his and the late
afternoon charcoal stubble which sprouts up on his manly face.

Ray may be under 6', but his body is the stuff that wet dreams are made
of.  Slinging weights around ever since he was a kid, Ray nevertheless is
no stranger to hard physical labor---and it shows in his impressive
muscular development.  His shoulders are broad and rounded, his arms
thick and powerful with dense tufts of funky hair lining his
deep pits.  Equally hairy are his trunk-like legs, accentuated by
well-defined, screaming calf muscles.  A swirl of dark hairs sprout about
his indented navel and deliciously lead down to his wealth of
pubes---and a small patch appears in his deep pectoral cleavage---but the
ethnic hunk's body is otherwise smooth.  The swell of his sculpted pecs
are capped with huge brown nipples, almost always erect and
practically begging to be tweaked and sucked, his lean torso flawless
with ripped abdominal definition, carved obliques and a tight, narrow
waist.  Perfect asses must run in the Giagianno family:  while his baby
brother has a jutting bubbled butt, Ray's back side is compact, solid and
nicely curved with a sweet line of fur running down either side of his
inner crack.

With all that perfection, who could imagine also having a cock which
compliments the rest of his package?  I can still remember the first time
I pulled his jock aside and released his imprisoned manhood.  Hungry as I
was for a taste, I just stared in awe for a few moments marveling at the
absolute beauty of his heavenly hog.  Big Ray has eight to nine mouth
watering inches (depending on just how horny he happens to be at the
time) of thick horse dick and a super hefty set of man-sized balls
swinging between his legs.  Along with his bro's, Ray's cock head has to
be one of the undiscovered wonders of the world; it is perfectly molded
and fucking huge!  His puffy piss lips are deep, fleshy and seem to
produce an unending stream of succulent pre-cum which tastes like the
purest of honey.  Thick purplish veins haphazardly criss-cross the dark
length of his thick meat, bulging wildly the more aroused he becomes.  He
certainly was turned on that first day out in the shed when he let
another man (me) suck him off---and hunky Ray hasn't slowed down
since.

Little did I suspect, back in those formative years, that he'd broaden
his sexual horizons and take some additional fuck buddies for himself.
Guess I trained the hound well!  The most prominent "other men" in his
straight life (at least to my knowledge) were Brandon Davidson and young
Petie Stavros.

Brandon Davidson was a real good looking sonofabitch who, along with his
wife, ran his business out of the state of Wisconsin, their principal
home.  We first met the Davidson family when old Hilda Davidson fell out
of her upstairs window to her untimely death.  As it turns out, well over
a year or so later, I fucked one of the EMT's who'd attended the scene, a
freckle-faced Irish cutie, who revealed the shocking fact that Hilda died
with a vibrator buzzing away up inside her cunt!  Over the years we've
pretty much pieced things together.  Seems old Hilda had a huge crush on
her hunky neighbor directly across the street---Ray.  In a moment of
masturbatory bliss, she probably leaned too far out the window trying to
get a closer gander at the macho hunk and lost her footing.  Hope she at
least hit her orgasm before she smashed into the finely manicured front
lawn.

Anyway, Brandon and his family came to town that summer to tend to his
mother's final requests and put the family home up on the market.  Turned
out that he got one look at my Ray and every bisexual hormone in his
beautiful body veered into overdrive!  When Ray wasn't fucking me (or his
devoted wife), he was banging Brandon's married man hole.  Lest you think
I was missing out on any of this action, rest assured I got more than one
piece of Brandon's fine man ass---and he got quite a bit of mine.  Turned
out Brandon liked it so much in his home town he sent the wife back to
Wisconsin and extended his stay, accompanied by his two identical
teen-age twink sons.  We've still learning about some of the nasty
hijinks those two cooked up during that---and subsequent---visits to our
little humdrum community.  Suffice it to say that they both took after
their cock hound dad!

Not all that long ago Brandon happened to hit it off with an overseas
client---a major financier who confessed to the beefy blond (after
pumping his ass full of Euro cum) that Mrs. Davidson sealed their initial
business deal years ago between the sheets.  Shocked, Brandon hired a
private investigator and discovered that all the while he'd been guiltily
languishing in a sea of cock and ass, his wife was fucking her brains out
with their clients!  Brandon filed for divorce, splitting assets down the
middle, got custody of his sons and sole proprietorship of the business
and relocated to Europe with his tattle-tale lover.  He sold me the house
on Mansgrove Lane for a fair sum, where I've been happily living directly
across the street from my straight buddy Ray.  His baby brother Joey, in
fact, was my live-in houseguest up until recently.  We all miss Brandon;
he was a hot fuck and fit right in with our "buddy group".

Ray's other "bitch" back in those days was young Petie Stavros, the
oversexed grandson of his next door neighbor---a hot senior fuck in his
own right.  Curly haired Petie defined the term "cock whore".  He loved a
big hard dick and, when ravaged with cock hunger, didn't much care who it
was attached to.  His throat and ass hole---luscious as they were---had
absolutely no conscience.  I don't know where he learned to do some of
the things he did---but that young stud was damned fine!  I first had him
at Joey's wedding, right upstairs in one of the bedrooms in the restored
mansion where the reception was held.  How the hell was I to know that my
buddy Ray (not to mention Joey) had been plugging his ass long before
that?  Things got real heated once the cat was out of the bag; we shared
numerous threesomes---me and Ray giving that sweet slut all the man cock
he could handle.

Throughout it all, though, Petie remained smitten with Ray---his true
blue---and probably still is today.  No longer a teen, Petie is a young
man living in Florida, a college graduate with high honors (and most of
us know exactly how he accomplished that particular feat).  There was a
bit of a scandal here necessitating Petie's departure.  It involved our
State Senator, a nice looking married man with two children---boy and a
girl.  Even after resigning his position and losing basically everything
he had, Senator MacGreedy, a youthful looking middle-aged man, still came
around the neighborhood sniffing after Petie.  Lucky for him I was
outside tending to my front lawn when he came canvassing the street for
his young lover.  Being the good Samaritan I am, I invited the lustlorn
ex-Senator in for a beer, broke the news about Petie's departure and
spent the next several hours fucking his deep, tight ass in my bedroom.
In fact, he's moved into the room recently vacated by Joey and is
currently staying with me until he gets his private law practice back up
and running.  And don't think for one moment I haven't noticed the hungry
manner in which he looks at Ray, practically smacking his lips with
wanton hunger.  It's certainly been a lot of wear on tear on my old
johnson trying to keep the horny ex-Senator satiated---and anchored to
this side of the street!

Now, just so you fellas don't get the wrong idea, understand that big Ray
thoroughly enjoys the ladies.  That's not to say that I don't, but he
enjoys them a whole lot more, which is exactly what got him in a whole
heap of trouble in the first place.  He'd been a horny bastard from the
time his dick first stood up straight and, despite the fact he was
porkin' plump Cathy on a regular basis, there wasn't enough pussy for a
hot teenage horndog like Ray.  How was he supposed to know Cath would
find out about him banging some blond down at the service station where
he worked?  All kinds of hell broke lose, especially when he found out
Cath was knocked up with his kid.

No stranger to life without a father, Ray practically got down on his
knees begging forgiveness and swore he'd never touch another woman long
as they remained together.  And the good looking bastard has kept to his
word all these years.  Not that he isn't tempted from time to time, and
he surely appreciates a pretty face and shapely bod, but he doesn't ever
touch.  Doesn't have to---not since I taught him about buddy sex.

I'm a firm believer in one fundamental fact:  men have a natural born
camaraderie with other men.  Just think about it.  After a long day's
work, when you go drop in at the local watering hole for a few brews
during happy hour, aren't you more apt to see the guys drawing
up together trashing over sports and politics than hanging with the women
folk and dishing designers and gossip?  When a set of couples go out, say
to dinner, don't the guys conversate with each other and leave the women
to their girl talk?  Cripes, I can remember every Thanksgiving and
Christmas holiday gathering I'd ever attended where the dudes were
lounging out in the den watching the game while the women prepared the
feast in the kitchen.  Men just naturally gravitate toward each other
because they have basic common needs and interests; they understand each
other.  Try understanding the female species!  What's that expression
about men being from Mars, women Venus?  I fuckin' believe it with all
my heart and soul!

Not that it's not nice to have them around every now and again.  They
serve a multitude of needs to the male species.  Hell, if they didn't,
they wouldn't be here in the first fuckin' place!  Most of 'em (least
wise, the ones I allow to occupy my time every now and again) are awful
nice to look at, smell real pretty and can make a man feel damned good
with their sweet, deliciously moist powdered pussies (the best part of
them).  I've had an awful lot of pussy in my day and can't say I ever had
one I didn't like.  Turns me on to eat them out for a good half hour,
getting the bitch off at least twice before I get in to some heavy duty
fucking.   And then go snacking some more.  Always seems to drive them
crazy when I get down on their freshly fucked pussy---guess they expect
us men to just roll over and doze off after the main event.  Not
me---gets me horny all over again tasting myself on her cunt lips.

That's all well and good (damned good!) but then there comes a time when
a guy needs something else.  Something he can only find with a buddy.
That wild, rough and tumble, no excuses, no regrets slammin', steamin'
sex that only two men can have with each other.  Soft, perfumed skin is
alright sometimes, but a wild ride with a macho, muscular fuck mate much
like yourself is the ultimate in unadulterated sexual bliss.  And I'm not
talkin' no limp wristed, lisping pansy here.  Those are the types you see
hanging around with the girls at the bar.  I'm talkin' real men.  Like
Ray.

You guys all know the crux of my story by now.  About how I found him
pumping iron our in his back yard shed with nothing but a stuffed jock
strap covering his he-man flesh.  How he read me like a cheap dime store
novel and knew exactly what nasty thoughts I was thinking about him.  How
he surprised the fuck out of me with the old "a mouth's a mouth"
routine.  And how I jumped right on in, giving my straight younger buddy
the blow job of his life.  And mine.

Despite our age difference, we been best buds for a long fuckin' time
now.  He even has the brass balls to call me "Dad" from time to
time---and I let him.  We do all kinds of macho manly stuff
together---hunting, camping, fishing----you name it.  Most times I'm
right there with the family when they go off on vacation, sometimes
hauling around my "bimbo of the month" (as Ray calls her) for company for
Cath while Ray and I are secretively fucking.   We're work out partners
as well, like two prancing roosters, challenging each other beyond
endurance out in that infamous shed we put together in his back yard.
Both our bodies show the muscular results of our efforts---hell, it's
probably due to Ray that my physique looks as well as it does here in my
mid age.

The two of us have fucked and sucked pretty much everywhere---and got
caught (to my knowledge) only once (by his equally healthy younger
brother, the notorious Joey).  Brazen as we are, we're often done it
right there in the Giagianno house with his wife and kids just out of
earshot.  That workout shed is as ripe with the scent of male sex as it
is with our combined sweat.  We've made it in a canoe going down the
Lehigh Valley rapids, on a ski lift climbing the mountains in the
Poconos, after midnight on the beach in Cancun, in the darkened caverns
of an amusement park ride, in numerous rest rooms---and a host of other
places.  By the time of that late Spring of 2001, only months before
those horrific events in nearby New York City and Washington, D.C., Ray
and I'd been balling for close to seven years!  I'd suck him off (as only
I can), he'd fuck my accommodating, bucking ass---one or the other and
most times both.  I took enough of his rich cum up my ass to impregnate a
tribe of fertile women and drank enough to make a parched man envious.
While Ray was deliriously getting off, however, I was often left with
blue balls.  Ever the straight man, his lips would go nowhere near my
cock and most assuredly his tight, virgin ass hole was off limits to
anything other than my wet, probing tongue.  The hunky sonofabitch loved
having his man hole eaten out.  From the way he grunted and groaned I
knew he'd be equally partial to my desperate rod---if only he'd concede
and give me the chance.

I wasn't resentful at his negligence of my individual needs.  Being
around my straight buddy was, most assuredly, enough for me!  Of all the
dudes---even the broads---I'd been with my entire sexually undeprived
life, he was the one whose presence  I coveted above all others.  Didn't
matter if all we were doin' was playing a couple hands of poker, having
coffee over his kitchen counter on a Sunday morning, building his back
deck---he was my best bud, sex or none.  Most straight guys, even bi guys
like me, would never admit it but for everybody there's at least one
important guy you need in your life.

In my hopeful fantasies, Ray broke the final taboo and became more
sexually adventurous than he already was.  How I wanted him to
unexpectedly throw his fine, perfectly shaped ass up into the air, spread
his granite melons fingering his tight, hairy hole and beg me to make a
better man of him.  How I wanted him to part his thick, succulent lips
and swallow my jumpin' johnson right down to the hairy root while I
brushed dark, falling locks back from his proud forehead and looked into
his gorgeous hazel eyes.  I wanted him to slurp on my cock and gag as my
pent up load gushed down his straight man's throat.  I'm not a patient
man by nature, but my straight buddy Ray was well worth it.  Probably the
reason I sought sexual release elsewhere was due to Ray's lack of
reciprocation; if he was an equal opportunity player hunky Ray would
probably be my one and fucking only!

Confucius say relationship must endure change to become stronger (and if
he didn't say it, he should).  In those early months of 2001, a little
over five years ago, I felt a change being written on the winds.  Cathy
had some problems in her plumbing necessitating a hysterectomy and
suffered a long recuperation period.  It must have thrown her hormones
all the fuck out of whack, because she became something other than the
fun-loving girl I'd known all these years.  Even to this date she's never
returned to the "old" Cathy; you'd think out of the two of us that I was
the younger one, she the fuddy duddy!  The upside of the whole thing: no
more kids.  After four, who the hell needs more rug rats any way?  The
downside, at least for her devoted husband, was her complete lack of
interest in anything remotely related to the act of sex.  Up until then
then couple had shared a fairly healthy sex life.  For a man with Ray's
overpowering sexual needs this was catastrophic!  After first, of course,
she couldn't; after awhile, she just didn't want to.

Well, you guessed it, you jealous bastards---my date book suddenly became
filled.  To be truthful, if I even had such a journal, it never really
would have been anywhere near the empty stage anyway.  Hardly a day went
by during Cathy's recuperation period that her handsome husband wasn't
banging fuck out of hungry asshole.  As you might recall, I'd now known
Ray for many years, but what I didn't realize was that the virile hunk
was horny 24/7.  No wonder his wife's cunt was worn out!

He got in the habit of ringing my fucking bell in the early hours of the
morning, rousing me from my sleep for a pre-breakfast jaunt.  Zap on the
orange juice, fellas; I was drinking hot cum fresh from the spout in the
AM!  We had many a luncheon assignation behind the locked office doors of
his office or mine, the lock barely turned before his hard cock was
already free of his slacks.  This was followed by a happy hour fuck,
usually at a rest stop mutually accessible to the both of us.  And then
came evening.  We got together at his place---or mine---presumably to
watch the game, but it was me doing all the scoring.   This old man was
deliciously exhausted from all our frantic rutting by the end of one
week.  As I said, change is good.

I don't give a fuck who they are, when two people are fucking for a
prolonged period of time some sort of affectation has to eventually
develop between them.  Small and subtle changes had been taking place in
Ray over these past seven years, beginning with those big manly bear hugs
he started throwing me after an exhilarating fuck session.  Then came a
casual peck on the forehead, eventually resting on my bristled cheek and,
finally, one day a quick smack on my lips.  Just a quick, friendly
peck---no slipping in of the tongue or sloppiy mashing of macho lips.  I
could very well have grabbed the fuck by the scruff of the neck and, in
that moment of surprise, smashed his mouth to mine and tied him up in a
serious lip lock, but when dealing with straight dudes you've just gotta
bide your time---lest you completely scare 'em off.

I suppose I'd become the willing recipient for the lack of affection Ray
was getting from his ailing wife.  Even through her recent troubles,
the loyal lug was keeping true to his age-old promise to not fuck around
with other women---but his main fuck buddy was another story.  We were at
it hot and heavy down by the waterfront, a short walk from Mansgrove
Lane, some time after midnight.  It's not a major bathing beach area,
only a small stretch of sand along the bay frequented by local fishermen
during the early morning and late afternoon hours, pretty much concealed
from the dead end street by high growth of reeds.  Some time ago the town
constructed a small boardwalk over the marshy area stretching the length
of the beach, presumably a scenic attraction for the geriatric set on
their daily stroll.  There were even a set of benches facing out on the
water view where you could rest, look out and, on a clear day, see the
buildings in Brooklyn, NY.  The benches were marked with much graffiti
now, as were the railings of the walkway, with carved invitations to
"SUCK MY COCK", "CALL MELISSA FOR A HOT BJ", and the like.  One garbage
can, filled to overflowing with empty beer bottles, proved this to be a
hot spot for local teens.  Much fucking had taken place on this
boardwalk---and I'd done my own share of it.

So there we were, me standing on one foot with my pants huddled around
the ankle while my other leg was cocked up onto the wooden boardwalk
railing hoping I didn't catch a splinter and clutching the railing,
gazing out at the moonlight reflecting off the bay while Ray savagely
(oh, yeah!) rammed into my well-lubed hole.  The muscles of my forearms
knotted under the skin, holding on for dear life lest I be catapulted off
into the drink, while Ray repeatedly slammed his rock hard shaft all the
way to the hilt into my clutching man pussy.  I grunted with pleasure
each time he buried himself to his hairy balls in my convulsing asshole,
always a slut for a nice hard fuck from a frustrated husband.

My own organ was hard as marble, jutting outward from my loins and
leaking streams of pre-cum onto the wooden railing.  Every time he
plunged in gave my cock an electrifying jolt and produced another wave of
slick lube.  Damn, how I wanted to grab hold of myself and jerk my meat!
It was just about driving me fucking crazy!  But I knew to let go of my
hand hold for even one moment meant risking losing my precarious balance.

Ray's thick, hot battering ram pile drove into me again and again,
fucking me harder and harder it seemed.  I was grunting deep in my chest
each time he slammed home, practically knocking the wind out of me.
He was throwing every ounce of his strength into banging my ass, plowing
his healthy cock deep into my guts with an almost brutal force.  His trim
hips were like whirlwind pistons, forcing his prominent prick to
penetrate me as thoroughly as humanly possible.  It was a full-force,
macho fuck---and I was loving every gut-wrenching moment of it!

Pressing his sweaty, muscular body closer, Ray's big strong hands came
around from behind and ran across my smooth, contoured chest.  He sought
out my pectorals and took took hold of my hardened nipples, tweaking and
teasing them between calloused thumb and index fingers.  I imagined he
fondled Kathy's breasts when taking her from behind, probably much more
gently than he was rough-housing mine.  Not that I was complaining; I'm a
man and wanted to be handled like a man!  With his tit play sending waves
of pleasure down to my jouncing cock and his prick prodding my prostate,
I succumbed to the overwhelming sensations.  My straight buddy was
fucking me like he'd never fucked me before!

To my delighted surprise, the hot hunk's wet lips nuzzled against the
thick cord of muscle running under the skin on the back of my neck and
began kissing there with a randy ardor.  Just as unexpectedly, his hand
came down to grasp my leaking cock and began fisting it like an old
friend.  It was the first time he'd shown any interest in my sexual
release and I was dutifully thrilled.  My colon clutched his invading
member even more passionately as he continued to drive it deep inside
me.  The palm of his hand felt slick and hot as it stroked my throbbing
cock faster and faster, almost matching the ferocity of his awesome fuck
tool.  I was at the complete mercy of my straight buddy; between the dick
up my ass, one hand jerking my dick, the other yanking my tit and his
lips nuzzling the back of my broad, sweaty neck, I was thoroughly
possessed by big Ray.

I could hear in his breathing when Ray reached that ultimate exhilarating
moment when a man loses total control over his body.  His fevered panting
turned to deep, short and pained sighs as he slammed his monster all the
way up my juicy ass hole one last time and exploded his load deep inside
my clutching colon.  At the same time, bursts of jizz blew from my
beefsteak wrapped in his quivering hand, flying clear over the railing
and into the night.  Uncontrollably, my body leaned back and my head
rested on Ray's rounded shoulder, smelling the manly essence of him as we
took ourselves through our mutual orgasm.

That proved to be a ground-breaking night for me and my straight buddy.
We had shared some sort of intimacy between men and, from that time
forward, Ray showed no remorse about gripping my cock in his powerful
hands and beating me off.

By mid-spring Cathy was back on her feet physically, but emotionally she
was still something of a mess.  Those hysterectomies can really fuck a
woman up!  I felt bad for her---really, I did.  Just because her husband
is my number one fuck buddy doesn't mean that I bear the missus any ill
will.  I've liked her since before Ray; she was doing secretarial work at
the car dealership where I then worked.  Cathy always had a lot of spunk
and didn't give a crap what anyone thought of her---it was a real shame
to see those attributes I once admired suddenly absent.

I showed up on Mansgrove Lane one nice, breezy Spring evening
unannounced.  Not that this was any problem; I had a standing invitation
to the Giagianno home---just like one of the family.  Parking my car
curbside in front of the house, I glanced across the street at the
Davidson home and paused to wonder when we could expect a return visit
from Brandon and his adorable twin sons.  With the school semester ending
soon, I expected they would be returning in a month or so.  Now that I
knew Ray was fucking Brandon's tight married ass, I had every intention
of getting a piece of that for myself.  Better yet, maybe I'd learn what
kinds of a cocksmith the handsome Brandon was and let him excavate my
nether regions.  And those boys of his were cute enough to fuck.  Far as
I could recall, they'd be seventeen by now and, in another year, legal
for prigging.  (Of course, at this time I had no idea how easy it would
be to have a double dose of Davidson look-a-likes.)

Turning away from the vacant home, I nearly bumped right into old Nikos
Stavros, grandfather of slutty Petie, who resided next door to my
straight buddy Ray, taking an evening stroll.

"Evening, Jon," greeted the virile old man with his longish mane of
silver hair brushed back from his forehead.  "Are you dropping by to
visit your friend, my neighbor, or have you come to call on me?"

There was no ignoring the twinkle in the old man's mischievous eyes.
Ever since I discovered Nikos had a special place in his heart for male
ass, I'd offered mine up to him on more than one occasion.  Let me share
something with you, my youth-oriented readers:  don't ever turn a good
man down just because he appears to be way "over the fuckin' hill."
Nikos may be all of sixty years old, but that granddaddy can fuck like
the energizer rabbit!

I gave Nikos a seductive wink and, with a grin, countered, "Some other
time, Nikos.  I'm checking in on the G's."

Nikos clucked his tongue and unashamedly cupped his crotch with one big
paw.  "I suppose I'll just have to continue my stroll and see what else I
can find.  You never know who you might bump into around these parts."
Quickly he added, "If you change your mind, boy, stop on over.
The wife has already turned in for the night, meaning the hearing aid is
out.  Headache, or something like that, I think she said."

"But what if I pop over later and you've already found a fuck buddy?" I
teased him.

Nikos smiled broadly, his aging face brightening.  "You think I'm too old
to take on the two of you?"


Shaking my head in wonder, I clasped a friendly hand onto his
still-strong shoulder.  "No way, Nikos.  You're a stud all the way."

Nikos chuckled proudly at that and made his way down the sidewalk in
search of another hot, willing hole.  I had little doubt he'd find one;
seems like there was something in the water in this part of town that
made the male population stand up and take notice of each other in a way
they never had before.  I'd like to think I had a little something to do
with that!

I made my way along the right hand side of the house on the walkway Ray
and I had laid down last year, a nice little job of intricately placed
pavers.  Reaching a gate, I undid the clasp and allowed myself in the big
back yard which had seen many a barbeque during the Giagianno's
tenure.   The cover protecting the swimming pool from winter's savage
elements would be removed within the next few weeks and the yard readied
for the oncoming season's festivities.  I'd offer to help him out, as I
did every year.  We always built up a bit of a sweat working the yard,
laying down seed, planting, pruning trees and hauling out the seasonal
furniture.  Even after all that labor we usually wound up in the shed at
the back of the property, Ray's private domain, and pumped some wicked
iron.

Entrance by way of the back yard was the norm for those closest to the
family; we rarely used the front door.  Stepping onto the expansive deck
we'd built off the back of the house many years back, with a great deal
of help from Joey, I paused to take a deep breath of the fresh early
evening air and glanced up at the sky taking on its majestic tones of
pinks and purples as the sun dipped low into the horizon.  A slight, but
not unpleasant, chill had taken hold, a grim reminder that the much
heralded warmer weather was not yet entirely upon us.  I looked forward
to rising temperatures when I could discard all this cumbersome clothing
and display the fruits of my weightlifting labors for admiring, and
sometimes envious, eyes.

Lightly rapping my knuckles against the glass patio doors, more as a
courtesy than a necessity, I took hold of the handle and slid the door
open and allowed myself into the kitchen area.  Ray, Joey and I had
literally gutted the kitchen some time back and, with the assistance and
advise of Joey's construction boss, a hard bodied stud named Stosh,
created a fabulous space for Cathy to work her female culinary magic.
She was especially fond of the island dead center in the room where she
could prop herself up on one of the stools and do her stuff while
enjoying an amusing glass of wine.  Ray's terrain was the work out shed;
Cathy's, the kitchen.

I half expected to see her there rinsing dishes, mopping the floor or
sitting at the island preparing a food supply list when I entered but,
instead, was pleasantly surprised to discover my straight buddy in the
apparent act of invading the refrigerator.  The room was illuminated
solely by the meager light from the fridge, which cast a provocative glow
over his mostly naked, masculine body.  The hot fuck was barefoot,
wearing only his favorite pair of cotton lounging shorts, drawstring tied
low on his waist and flowing loosely around his knees.  Leaning against
the wall with my arms crossed over my own expansive chest, I paused to
admire his rounded deltoids, solids biceps, thick forearms, mounded
pectorals, washboard abs and thick, hairy calves.  The way he was bent
over peering in the fridge with one arm resting along the top of the open
door molded the thin material of the grey-colored shorts to his granite
glutes and caused an instant arousal in my groin.

Pausing from his food hunt, the handsome fuck turned his head to look at
me with that ever-present twinkle in his hazel eyes and flashed an
adorable, crooked smile which caused the little mole at the corner of his
delectable mouth to momentarily disappear.

"You're one horny cock sucker, you know that?" he quipped in his deep,
resonate voice.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black," I snorted.

"What's goin' on, Dad?" he asked, turning back and fetching a plastic
bottle of spring water from the fridge before closing the door, twisting
off the top and directing himself back at me.  I watched as he took a
huge gulp of the water, a trickle of it escaping the corner of his mouth
and quickly dripping down to land dead center on one quarter-sized brown
nipple.  Absently brushing it off his chest, he failed to miss my obvious
interest.

"Sorry, Dad.  I know you'd like to have cleaned that up yourself," he
teased.

"Just don't let it happen again, fucker," I played tough.

Ray smiled widely again and led the way out of the kitchen, me trailing
right behind with my eyes glued on the mounds of his man's ass.  As we
made our way to the den on the other side of the house, I couldn't help
but notice the relative quiet.

"Where's Cath?  The kids?" I queried.

"Took some time off to go and visit her father," Ray answered.  I
remembered that her father still resided, at least part time, in Cape
Cod.  "First time she's showed interest in doing anything since the
surgery, so I was all for it."

"How long does she plan to be away?" I asked, making conversation as we
both plopped our asses down onto the comfortable couch, Ray less than
arm's length away from me.

"She says a week, maybe two."  He shrugged one big shoulder.  "Who
knows; if she gets in one of her moods she'll probably high tail it
right back here.  But I don't think so; she seems a little better.
Taking more interest in the kids and shit."

"Too bad they had to go with her," I countered.  "I mean, it might
have done her good to get away from the whole shitload of you."

"Fuck you!" he bellowed good naturedly.  "It ain't easy playing Mr.
Mom, but you wouldn't know nothin' about that, you cunt-lappin',
cock-suckin' bastard!"

I spread my hands and shrugged my shoulders.  "Some guys got all the
luck."

"Yeah, well, sometimes I wonder------"  His voice trailed off, as if
he'd suddenly become lost in thought.  His eyes were trained on the wide
screen television set across from us, tuned in to an ice hockey game.
I'd always thought of ice hockey as a winter sport; it somewhat amazed
me that the damned season went on well into the Spring.  "They didn't
all go," he said, breaking that momentary reflective silence.  "RJ's
got some games and wanted to hang out here with his buddies, anyway."

Raymond Junior, RJ for short, was the couple's oldest son and excelled
in every school sport.  "I can't imagine there's much interest for a
fifteen year old in visiting grandpa for a couple weeks," I offered.
"I remember when I was in high school, I'd much rather be with my boys
than hanging with the family."

Ray gave me a look.  "Yeah, I just bet you spent a lot of time with the
boys."

I gave him a playful shove.  "Actually I was more into pussy at the
time," I declared.

Ray drained his bottle of water and leaned over to set it down on the
long coffee table in front of us.  Slouching back down in the sofa and
propping his feet up on the table, his abundant crotch was more aptly on
display and, this time, he missed my long, admiring praise as he was
closely watching a play being made in the game.

Personally, I wasn't much into hockey.  I watched it because he did and
feigned interest in the sport, but I was more of a baseball type of guy.
Didn't even really know what was going on at the moment; I think it was
some kind of play offs or something.  Alls I know is that it hurt my
fuckin' head trying to keep up with that little puck flying all over the
ice.  And most of the stick handlers looked like they'd taken that puck
in the face one too many times.

"Being into pussy's what got me four hungry mouths to work my ass off
to feed," Ray finally replied.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that any more," I sighed,
referring to Cathy's recent hysterectomy.

"Why?  Since I met you?" he shot back, turning away from the screen to
look at me with amusement in those endearing eyes.

I smiled broadly and lifted my shoulders again.  "Me, Brandon,
Petie---your inner circle of fuck buddies.  I told ya long ago it's an
important thing for a man with a healthy appetite to have."

"If you'd have told me that when I was RJ's age, I'd have told you to
go fuck yourself.  Pussy was what I needed---and got lots of."

"You think RJ's dippin' his dick?" I asked, although this wasn't the
first time I had pondered the question.  The kid was a hot looking teen,
nearly the spitting image of his father at that age.

"You fuckin' kiddin', Dad?"  Ray feigned shock.  "He's my son!  If
that kid hasn't been getting any the past couple years than something's
gotta be wrong with him!"

"You gonna say the same thing about Megan?" I countered, referring to
his daughter.

"I'll kill the sonofabitch that touches her," he growled---and I
believe he meant it.  "That's daddy's little girl you're talking
about!"

"So it's okay for your son to get laid, but not your daughter?" I
carried on the conversation with one raised eyebrow.

"Damned straight!  Guys need to drop a load, especially at that age.
Girls need to hang on to their virginity---for a while, at least."  He
was back to watching the game.

"So where these guys supposed to pump their loads if the girl's aren't
supposed to give it up?" I pressed him.  "Seems like you would have had
a case of blue balls back in your formative years if all the girls kept
their legs closed."

"You tryin' to piss me off?" he asked, looking over at me again.
"Cos I"ll kick your old ass if you keep the shit up."

"Think you could?"  I challenged and flexed a bicep for his appraisal.
"I got these things same as you, mother fucker."

Before I knew it, he had thrown his entire body weight on me, knocking me
back against the length of the sofa.  Having taken me by surprise, Ray
had the initial advantage in our skirmish.  His big arms hugged tight
around me, forcing my arms against my sides so I couldn't get a quick
handle on him.  His massive, hairy thighs were to either side of me,
squeezing tight to prevent me from wriggling free.  But I was no pansy; I
resisted with all the power I had in my middle aged body.  We'd wrestled
many times over the years with Ray almost always coming out as victor.  I
had no doubt he'd win this bout also, but I wasn't about to make it
easy for his hunky ass.  With one powerful motion I managed to wrestle
one arm free from his grip and quickly slipped the side of that arm under
his chin, pushing with all my might to get him off me.  I heard the tear
of my shirt as Ray grabbed a fistful of it, refusing to lose his
advantage over me.  The collar burned against the back of my neck as he
held fast, buttons popping and the material ripping from my body to
expose my own powerful, heaving chest.  Ray made a grab for my wrist,
which freed my other arm.  Quickly I slapped my open palm against his
smooth, naked chest, fingers splayed out against his manly flesh and
pushed him back.  Refusing to concede, Ray wrapped one massive arm around
the back of my neck, holding me snug in the crook of his arm.  Our bodies
rocked and rolled, finally sending us tumbling off the couch onto the
carpeted floor, knocking the coffee table ass over end.  Our muscular
limbs flailed about, grappling for quick purchase.  I was strong, but
Ray, being stronger, quickly rebounded and had me pretty much pinned to
the floor under his husky body.  I somehow got a flailing arm around him
and my hand grazed the small of his contoured back, causing me to
discover a delightful surprise.  Somewhere along the line, Ray's
drawstring had come loose and his shorts were riding dangerously low.
Before he could exercise any further power over me, I skipped my hand
over the contoured slope of his upper melons and dipped my fingers deeper
down into his sweaty, hairy trench.

Ray paused, his face now right above mine.  His hot, panting breath
washed over my face and a small smile played across his lush, succulent
lips.  His body relaxed and, for the first time, I felt the pressure of
his erection throbbing against my inner thigh.  The sonofabitch was as
turned on as me by our male skirmish; I'd had a hard-on from the time he
first thrust his beautiful body against mine.

"I win, Dad!" he proclaimed huskily, still breathing heavily from all
the exertion, his hands now planted to either side of me on the carpeted
floor, his body suspended above mine.

My hands came up to slide over his rounded shoulders and down the front
of his muscular chest.  "What's the prize, fucker?" I breathed.

"Your hairy ass," he smiled more widely.

I smiled back, admiring his handsome, dark good looks.  My eyes focused
on those pink lips.  I wanted to taste him right then, mash my mouth
against his and force my tongue between his lips.  He looked so damned
sexy it was making my cock leak like a fucking faucet.

"When's RJ due back?" I inquired, my fingers now tweaking his big
meaty nipples.

"Since when do you care who's around when we fuck?" he snorted.  "I
remember me banging your slut ass out in the shed years ago while he was
knocking on the door trying to get in."

I chuckled, remembering some of our risky exploits.  Ray seemed to thrive
on the thrill of potential discovery and, I had to admit, it only served
to heighten our not-so-clandestine encounters.

Ray rolled off me and laid at my side on his back, his breathing now
returning to normal.  My heart was still thumping in my chest, but I
think it was from the sight of him laying there all hot and manly with
his nine-incher tenting the front of his shorts, the head just peeking
out from the undone waistband.  Without further ado, I slipped my hand
inside and cupped his swollen bull's balls.  Ray instinctively spread
his massive thighs a little wider as the blunt ends of my fingers tickled
his sweaty scrotum.  As my digits traced through his sensitive perineum
the stud flexed his thigh muscles, slightly lifting his manly ass and
allowing my middle finger to dip into the steamy crack of his ass.  His
big husky body shuddered when I made contact with his forbidden man
hole.  He allowed me to rub his virgin ass lips for a short while but,
just as I was preparing to take the plunge and dip just the tiniest tip
of my finger inside him, Ray called a halt to any finger fucking.

"Don't get no ideas, you fuck," he warned.  "You know I don't go for
that kind of shit."

I gave him an exaggerated look of disappointed, but quickly recouped.
"But I know what you do like."

Climbing over and between his thick outstretched legs, I grasped them by
the outer sides of his hairy, pumped up calves and lifted.  Quickly
catching on to my game, Ray took hold of himself by the sexy joint at the
back of his knees and spread his husky legs even wider apart.  With his
powerful legs lifted, the bulging thighs practically angled parallel to
his tapered lats, my straight buddy's male pussy spread open before my
lust-heavy eyes.   My mouth positively watered as I admired those tight,
awesomely shaped melons, the sweaty hair-lined split of his perfect ass
and the inviting pucker of his quivering man hole.  Smacking my lips
dramatically I placed my hands on his gaping thighs and dove right in.
My dripping tongue swiped up and down the entire length of his sweaty
cleft with big, sloppy cow licks.

"Oh yeah!" Ray groaned throatily, head raised from the carpet and
watching me between his spread thighs through sex-glazed eyes.  "Eat out
my ass, you nasty fuck!"

Growling like some kind of mangy dog, I rammed my face into his tasty
crack and went fucking crazy on him.  My head was whipping back and
forth, my nose pressed firmly against his crack enjoying the
intoxicatingly male aromas while my tongue was all over the place licking
and lapping at every centimeter of his most secret place.  Grabbing those
granite melons on either side, my thumbs pressed against the sides of his
pucker and stretched the elastic skin, forcing the pink folds of his
stubborn hole to part.  Lunging forward again, I ran my chin between his
hot cakes and over his twitching ass ring, the bristle of my eight
o'clock shadow causing macho Ray to visibly shudder.  Observing the
effect it was having on him, I scuffed the inner sides of his glorious
globes with my cheeks while my tongue continued to give him a raunchy ass
bath.

Reluctantly abandoning my prolonged foreplay for the main event, I zeroed
in on his tangy, inviting bung hole.  My tongue probed and lapped at his
musky, rosy pucker, causing big Ray's ass lips to alternately constrict
and contract with my maneuvers.  The macho lug was lovin' every minute
of it, moanin' and groanin' deep down there in his throat and grinding
his manly hips against me.  His straight shitter was tight as a drum, yet
I remained certain that I'd ultimately manage to get him open.  I kept
licking and lapping those sweet, succulent folds of tangy butt cuff until
his tight ring relaxed.  Quickly taking advantage of the desired moment,
I breached his sphincter and thrust my wet tongue inside him.

Ray moaned again, shoving his fine man's ass up against me and forcing
my face even deeper between his strong, muscular butt cheeks.  My tongue
slithered like a runaway snake as far as humanly possible up inside his
hairy ass hole.  I tasted the manly essence of him and groaned
appreciatively as I proceeded to royally eat him out.  My tongue swirled
around inside his deep, dark tunnel, bathing his ass walls with wet, warm
saliva.  His ass lips were maddeningly pulsing around the root of my
tongue, giving it an awesome massage while I probed his virgin fuck
chute.  I loved his ass, could have gone on eating it all fuckin' night
long---yearned for the opportunity to slip my big boy inside there and
fuck the straightness out of him---more so than with any other dude (or
broad, for that matter) I'd ever been with.  His brother Joey came a
close second, but Ray would always be master at this game.

The ethnic hunk's big bloated ball bag was hanging down between his
spread thighs, squashed against my forehead.  With my tongue still
embedded inside him, I looked up to see his massive man tool towering
upward, so fucking rigid that the heavy blue veins bulged under its slick
surface.  A virtual river of pre-cum was ceaselessly flowing from his
thick dick gash and oozing down to pool on his tight, ridged abdomen.  I
couldn't take it any more; much as I loved Ray's ass, I had an equal
fondness for his fuck stick and an undeniable thirst for his heady ball
juice.  It was a shame to watch all that sweet nectar being wasted.

Not without a little bit of effort---Ray just didn't seem to want to let
go---I finally extricated my tongue from his grasping ass hole, somehow
managing not to rip it out by the root.  My mouth left him for nary a
moment before I was all over his big bull's balls, licking and sucking
those hairy orbs.  I lathed each cum-filled orb, loving the way they
jounced around in his swollen sac.  My hands came up to massage the
insides of his outstretched, muscular thighs, my big thumbs teasing the
tender flesh of his soaked perineum.  Since he figured I was no longer
going after his asshole, Ray's powerful legs slowly lowered, still
spread and bent at the knee, but now with the soles of his feet firmly
planted on the carpet to either side of my bod.  No longer in a semi
balled-up position, Ray's handsome cock arched up majestically from his
hairy loins.  Stretching my face-hole jaw-breaker wide, I gulped in his
entire ball sac (no small feat, fellas!) and sucked on those bad boys
while my hand reached out and took hold of his mammoth weapon.  I jerked
that big solid piece of man meat, watching more thick pre-cum flood from
his piss eye and leak down to lubricate my working hand, while I warmed
up his hefty bag.

Spitting those delicious eggs free, I turned to licking at my straight
buddy's thick horny cock shaft.  Starting from the funky root, I
sloppily worked my way up the throbbing underside of his hot, solid man
tool following the thick quivering main vein and savored the heady flavor
of pre-cum combined with Ray's abundant maleness.   My flat tongue
glided over the network of veins pulsing maddeningly under the hard,
heated surface as I lustfully traversed the nine heart-wrenching inches
ever upward toward his ultra-sensitive purple-hued mushroomed cap.  His
cock head was a pure work of fuckin' art, almost plum-sized like his
younger brother, and handsomely majestic.

I swirled my tongue around the thick ridge of his hefty helmet and
completely engulfed the sensitive head with my working mouth.  His entire
cock stalk pulsed and jerked as I took to nursing that fleshy knob.  Sexy
Ray groaned encouragement while my wet, pink tongue did laps around his
cock head and showered it with warm saliva as my hands groped his big
manly balls.  Sweet, salty fuck juice pulsed from his meaty cock lips to
coat the insides of my working mouth.  Savoring the heady flavor of my
"main man", I swished his ball nectar around while the tip of my tongue
worked on that bundle of nerve endings right at the underside of his
corona.  He was leaking hot and heavy, near ready to drown me in joy
juice, so I swallowed, moaning huskily as his salty sauce slid down my
throat and traveled to my belly.  High on his seminal fluids, I forced my
way into his puffy piss slit and coaxed even more man seed to well up
from his sweaty sac and satisfy my raunchy thirst.

"Fuckin' hot cock," I murmured as I came off him, wrapping a fist around
his hard, pulsing fuck meat and jerking him only a few inches from my
face.  Hot cock skin slid over his massive shaft as I squeezed that
delectable piece, feeling it wickedly alive in the grasp of my hand.

Ray's thick eyebrow were furrowed and there were lines of
exasperation etched across his proud forehead.  He was watching me with
his hands tucked behind his head.  "Eat it already, you fuckin' cock
tease!" he barked.

I knew better than to mess around with my straight buddy when he was this
boned up.  Besides, since he'd found himself a couple of other fuck
buddies, I had to make sure I stayed first in line; didn't want to come
in a close second or distant third behind pistol Petie or bawdy
Brandon.   Leaning back in, I licked up the hefty underside of his
masculine shaft and gave one obligatory swipe over his wet cap before
traveling back downward to nestle at his hairy root.  Marveling at those
huge knockers laying between his widespread, muscular thighs, I couldn't
help but give them a bit more attention.  Sloppy slushing sounds emitted
from my mouth as I sucked in one nut, rolled it around on my tongue and
then moved on to the other.  Ray's hot ass was squirming about on the
carpeting and his hairy thighs were beginning to quiver.  Unloading his
saucy sac, I worked my way back up his throbbing fucker until I reached
that proud purplish dome.  Stretching my cocksucker's lips wide, I
engulfed his cock head and began a feverish sucking.

"C'mon Jon, you know how to throat that fucker!" Ray breathed hotly,
digging his hands into my short hair and forcing my head down on him.  My
parted lips worked further down his fat shaft, taking more than half of
it into the warm cavern of my mouth.  Ray was making small thrusting
motions with his hips, fucking his hot cock into my face.  When Ray
thrust upward, I bobbed down, taking him to the back of my throat and
taunting him with the promise of deeper things to come.  I was already
breathing like a bitch through my nose, knowing my windpipe was soon to
be clogged with that big, handsome monster.

Ray was breathing hot and heavy.  His tongue flicked out to lick his
lush, manly lips and thick veins were already throbbing at his temples.
Swirling my tongue around his tasty head one last time, I used every
fucking cock sucker's talent I'd ever learned to swiftly go down on him.
Gulping one...two...three times, I swallowed Ray's hefty meat right down
to the thick, hairy root.  He let out a strangled cry and his muscular
body tensed, cords and tendons standing out in breathtaking relief.  Ray
loved to be deep throated; I'd learned that the first day I sucked him
back in that shed years ago.

Our positioning wasn't the greatest (it's a little difficult to throat a
rock hard dick arching away from you when you're attacking it from the
underside) so, without ever taking his beauty from my face, I shifted my
body over one of Ray's hunky thighs and threw my legs outward lying
parallel to his hunky body.  One arm went next to his opposite hip to
prop myself up and the other worked on kneading his huge ball sac while
my experienced throat milked his horny dick.  From this angle his cock
more naturally fit down my gullet.  Even more advantageous, positioned
next to each other like this on the carpeted family room floor in a
classic sixty-nine position, my own cock was near enough to Ray----just
in case he felt the need to help a buddy out.

And, to the complete delight of my dripping manhood, he did!  A big
bicep flexed as he reached across his powerful chest to take my throbbing
meat in an overhand grip and methodically stroke me.  Groaning my
appreciation, I shoved my face against his crotch, my nose digging into
his sweaty ball sac.  Leaning forward, Ray spat a wealth of saliva onto
my thick prick for extra lubrication.  It was next best to the real thing
to feel his warm spittle splat against my overly-excited beef steak.  The
straight guy worked my cock like one of those professional stick handlers
on the television screen, long ago forgotten since we'd involved
ourselves in another type of sport.  I aptly repaid him with an all-out,
balls-to-cock-head, throat fuck.

"Bet you like that, don't you, you nasty fuck?"  Ray growled throatily.
"Big fuckin' dick on you, too.  But not big as mine."

I nodded in agreement and garbled something around his tasty filet,
pleased as hell he was even noticing my pride and joy.  To show my
appreciation of this rare occasion, I slurped and sucked on that juicy
side of beef of his like it was the fruit of the gods.  His thick pubic
mound tickled my chin every time I buried that fat fucker far as
humanly possible down my wet, deep throat and I snorted like a fuckin'
pig when I came up off that majestic sex rod.  My lips were all over his
dripping, swollen cock knob, treating myself to a bit of Ray-juice before
I plummeted back down and stuffed my face again.  I knew my neck had to
be bulging grotesquely outward, the tendons standing out boldly just
under the surface from the burden I was placing on my esophagus.  His
dick throbbed wildly, seemingly stretching my throat ever wider as it
milked his cock, desperate for that first shot of straight man's cream.

"AH, FUCK YEAH!" Ray bellowed breathlessly, his he-man body quivering
with desire.  So caught up in my deep throated blow job he'd nearly
forgotten the deed at hand and had a super vise-grip around the base of
my big, happy boy.  I could feel all the blood collecting in my shaft,
making it painfully rigid and a deep, vein-bursting shade of angry
purple.  I mumbled incoherently, the vibrations on his cock from my vocal
chords only serving to stimulate him even more, and roughly grasped his
wrist, coaxing it back into jerking action and, thusly, freeing my cock
from sure strangulation.

"Shit!  Look at that fucker," he breathed huskily, watching as the blood
flew more freely and returned my aching cock to some semblance
of normalcy.  I was leaking pre-cum like a fuckin' sieve by now and knew
he had to be getting some on his big, calloused hands, which excited me
even more.  I was totally unprepared for what happened next.

I was doing a deep bobbing up and down, exercising every fucking muscle
in my neck and hopin' I didn't look too much like a bobble head when I
felt his hot breathe wash over my genitals.  Pausing with a puzzled
grunt, I twisted my head to look down at him and saw my straight buddy
with his face dangerously close to my club peering at it as if seeing
dick for the first time.  My breath caught in my throat (and I nearly
fuckin' choked) when he moved in, eyelids dreamily fluttering closed, and
rolled out his tongue to wash over the wet surface of my cock head!

Drawing back as if an electric bolt had sluiced through him, a look of
displeasure crossed his handsome features and his tongue curled, skidding
across the bottom of his top teeth like a cat who'd caught a hair ball.

"Taste's like the fuckin' ground," he spat out.

"You're ass tastes like the fuckin' ground," I shot back in mock insult
after I'd dislodged his prick from my gullet.

He looked down at me, his big cock being casually jerked in my hand, and
grinned mischievously.  "Then you must like eatin' dirt!"  He turned back
to my dick, stroking it slowly in his calloused palm and to my utter
astonishment took another swipe across my tender mushroom.   He shook his
head and grimaced, though his tongue was obviously working around inside
his mouth, trying to figure if he really liked the heady flavor or not.
Damn, how I prayed he did; this was more than I could ever have hoped
for!

Afraid to move a muscle lest I spook him, I also didn't want to appear
too fuckin' anxious for him to continue with his newfound fascination.
Truth of the matter is, like I've mentioned before, it took years just to
get him to man handle my cock.  I had just about given up the fantasy
that this ultra-macho straight husband would ever decide to take the
forbidden plunge.  And yet here he was, curious as the proverbial cat,
observing from close range my pre-cum leaking like crazy.  With my heart
beating wildly in my chest and sweat breaking out on my brow, I kept one
watchful eye on him as I resumed sucking on his ramrod.

The big lug ran his thick index finger along the crease of my dick slash,
obviously fascinated by the flow of another man's dick honey.  His fist
came up to glide over my cock head and slid more easily down my shaft,
now coated with added lubrication.  He did this again and again, driving
me crazy every time his strong hand made contact with my sensitive
mushroom.  I couldn't help the moan that escaped and reverberated against
his awesome cock.

"You like this shit, don't you, Dad?"  The handsome bastard was looking
at me again with those bedroom eyes.  As a show of appreciation I went
all the way down on him again, secretly satisfied when I heard his husky
gasp.  I let my throat muscles work around his live cobra for a short
while but I was more than anxious to raise the elevator and see what my
straight buddy was up to now.  Either he was still attentively observing
my throating technique or he had his eyes closed enjoying the
sensations flowing through his body.  Or, hopefully, he'd turned back to
scoping out my equipment.  I was hoping for the later.  I wasn't
disappointed.

Ray kept jerking me with a slow, steady pace.  His strong hand was
liberally coated with my pre-cum.  His other hand reached around my cock
and took hold of my ball bag, squeezing (a bit too hard) my sac and
hefting my nads.  You'd have thought he'd never handled his own scrotes
before from the way he thoroughly inspected mine.  I spread my thighs a
little wider to give him easier access.  He toyed with them awhile longer
before releasing my sac and taking hold of my shaft by the base as he
ceased the jerking.  He held my crowd pleaser up tall and proud,
observing it once again with that curious expression etched across his
smoldering good looks, and swiped two fingers---index and middle---across
my dick cleft, curling them up like a kid who'd taken a stab inside the
jelly jar.  I nearly choked on his dick as I breathlessly watched him
bring those fat fingers to his lips and suck them into his mouth.

He-man Ray was getting used to the taste of another man's juice and, from
all appearances, growing less and less apprehensive.  He never even
glanced my way as he licked his digits clean, a slight frown
etched across his darkly handsome features.  I quickly buried my face in
his crotch lest I be caught gawking and more masterfully marinated his
beef steak.

Ray went back to jerking me, this time using both hands.  Let's not
forget boys, though he may have been a bit bigger than me, I was no
slouch in the cock department either!  And it takes two hands to
handle men like me and Ray.  With one watchful eye on my straight
buddy, I fucked my mouth up and down his blood engorged pole, taking
him down the throat every time.  He'd jerked me before, but this event
was turning out to be the ultimate hand job.  Ray's big hands
were wrapped around my hot, throbbing cock, his wedding ring gliding over
the surface of my turgid meat as he wanked me.  Fuck liquid pulsed from
the gape in my helmet, constantly lubricating his working hands
and shamelessly coating his marriage token.

Ray was watching me now.  Beads of perspiration had broken out on
his proud brow, complimenting the sheen bathing his hard, muscular body.
His smoldering hazel eyes were fixed on my lips running over the entire
surface of his thick, throbbing shaft, mentally taking notes.  His thick
brows creased in the middle and he emitted an almost inaudible huff each
time I bottomed out on his colossal cock.  His eyes flicked upward and
caught me observing him.

"Bet you'd like me to give you some of that, wouldn't you, you crazy cock
sucker?" he asked breathlessly.  It was more statement than query.  With
his thick piece lodged in my throat, all I could do was mutter and bob my
head in the affirmative.

After a few beats of indecision, Ray ceased his wanking and shifted his
manly body even closer.  One work-calloused hand wrapped around the thick
base of my meat, holding it upright and angry while he scoped it out one
more time.  I wasn't sure if he was making a mental picture or looking
for pimples, but all thought soon passed when the big lug closed his eyes
and dropped his head, running my leaking staff along the surface of one
grizzled cheek, across his clefted chin and up the other side.  I nearly
blew a load right then and there, the sensation of his day's growth
against the sensitive skin of my shaft causing me to tremble with
desire.  Cum glaze shone on my straight buddy's face as his eyes
flickered open to stare into my cock eye a scant distance away.

It's hard as fuck to explain, but it almost seemed as if it were all
happening to someone else.  My heart was thundering in my chest, yet I
also felt like I had stepped out of my body and was watching from a short
distance away.  If I didn't stop breathing then I came damned close to
doing so when Ray's sensual mouth slowly opened and his wet, pink tongue
darted out to probe the puffed-up lips of my cock slit.  Even though
pre-cum was liberally oozing over his lapping mouth muscle, Ray's
attentions were far from tentative.  The straight stud had made a
decision and seemed determined to follow through.  His hot breath washed
over my meaty glans as his tongue dug into the folds of my cock hole and
drove me near to fucking crazy.

Ray's tongue drew back inside his mouth and I breathlessly watched his
bristled cheeks hollow as he taste-tested my juice.  The jutting adam's
apple in his throat rose and fell as he consumed the nectar, no longer
finding it distasteful.  His wet tongue swiped out again, lapping across
the entire surface of my engorged cock head.  I moaned like a bitch in
heat around the pulsing dick in my own mouth when Ray's lips slid over
the entirety of my mushroom.  With his lips locked under my ridge, Ray's
hot wet mouth began sucking on my juiced-up cock head.  While one hand
stroked the length of my shaft, his other worked at kneading my sweaty
ball sac.

And he wasn't bad for his first outing at taking a dick into his mouth.
After being on the receiving end of cock worship by myself, Petie Stavros
and Brandon Davidson, Ray had a fairly good idea of how to treat a man's
cock.  Warm, wet saliva washed over my glans as he licked and sucked, his
tongue swirling over the surface of my corona and playing over my piss
hole.  Although he wasn't yet the most accomplished cocksucker, I didn't
care.  Just to see my cock between the juicy lips of this hunky husband
was enough to set my ball juices churning and I knew I wouldn't last long
before unloading my cream.

I went back to work on his sex tool with more gusto, licking over the
tasty surface of his thick, throbbing shaft from root to cap and
swallowing him all the way down once again.  Ray groaned when I stuffed
his rigid meat in my face, sending nasty vibrations over my own mighty
meat.  My throat clenched around his massive organ as my drenched mouth
worked at creating a powerful suction, forcing blue blood to surge
through his powerful dick.  I gave his stud meat a hard suck, stretching
my aching jaws wide and chomping down to his short curly hairs every
time.  Ray was loving my macho maneuvers and countered with some of his
own.

His fist was flying over the wet surface of my prick and his fingers were
squeezing my big balls almost to the point of discomfort---but I didn't
fucking care.  His slimy tongue continued to wash over my wet sex knob
and tap more rich pre-cum from my near-to-bursting well.  He was lapping,
licking and gulping down the salty mixture like he'd been savoring it all
his straight life.  Those lips which had kissed his wife all these years
were now kissing my cock head. Somehow, handsome Ray had instinctively
caught on to breathing through his nose while his mouth worked magic on
my manhood.  Damn, how I wanted to thrust my hips forward and shove my
cock deep into his mouth, maybe go for broke and stuff it clear down his
throat!  But, even through my carnal desire, I realized I needed to go
easy in this, his virgin tour.  From the way Ray seemed to take to my
cock, I was fairly certain there'd be plenty more experimentation in the
future.

I would have loved to have gone on for hours with my straight body in
this ultra-hot sixty-nine, but Ray's hairy sac had drawn up tight and his
muscular body was showing those tell-tale signs of his imminent
release.   My face pumped up and down on his weapon, driving his hard
cock clear down my throat.  Ray's big body began trembling and spasming
against mine.  Although he continued to jerk it, his lips came off
my meat and emitted a series of sexy moans, groans and sighs as he
reached his orgasm.  Hot jets of scrumptious spooge erupted from his
dick, shooting clear down my esophagus.  I came up off him enough to
allow Ray to fill my mouth with his hot creamy cum, swallowing like a
parched man to keep up with his powerful blasts.  He came so fucking
hard, harder than he'd ever had before, that even a pro like me
had some trouble keeping up with it.  Succulent sperm leaked from the
corners of my mouth as I tried like hell to drink down everything he had
to offer.

He might have thought my garbled grunting was appreciation for the hot
load he'd offered but, in fact, I was seconds away from blowing my
own load.  That strong hand of his jerking my meat had produced the
desired effect.  I nearly choked on his junk when my balls unleashed
their pent-up juice, the first blast firing clear over his shoulder.
Impressed, Ray turned his head to follow the sperm flight, inadvertently
causing my next sticky missile to splash against his grizzly cheek.
Alerted by the warm wetness against his face, and still jerking me
through the orgasm, Ray turned back and took the next blast right against
his puffy lower lip.  His tongue instinctively came out to glide across
the surface, a stream of my spent cum dangling from its tip.  My groin
heaved again while watching him take the offering into his mouth and
seemedly savor it.  He continued to pump me until my balls
were sufficiently drained, glancing over at me with a mischievous grin on
his face.

"You happy now, you nasty cock sucker," he quipped in that deeply
resonate voice of his.

"Fuckin-A, buddy," I panted.  "Not bad for a beginner.  Petie and Brandon
are gonna be impressed."

Ray shook his head.  "Uh-uh, Dad.  Any future cock sucking I do is
strictly for my number one fuck buddy."

I couldn't help but beam with pride and satisfaction---although I wasn't
about to hold him to the promise.  When it came to sex, a man has no
control over what his mind and body tell him to do.  If Ray went down on
Petie, Brandon or anyone else, I wasn't about to throw stones.  In fact,
I kind of hoped he would broaden his horizons and sample some other
meat.  The more practice he got, the better he'd be on me.

Propped up on one elbow, Ray was resting on his side, thick legs
stretched out in front of him, crossed at the calves.  His semi-erect
cock was lying along one hairy, muscular thigh as he casually scratched
his ball bag and turned his attention back to the game on the
television.  It was now well into the fourth quarter, Ray's team had
fallen behind and---just like a straight man---his interest was instantly
diverted.

My eyes suddenly darted to the window on the wall across from me,
attracted by some foreign movement.  Ray noticed my gaze and looked over
to see what had caught my attention.

"Thought I saw something move by the window," I explained.

He gave a small chuckle and scratched his nuts once more.  "One of those
fucking bushes moving in the breeze.  They been rubbin' against the house
all winter.  I been meaning to prune 'em for a while now, just never seem
to get around to it."  And then he was back to his game.

Not entirely convinced, I looked over at the window again.  It could have
been the movement of a shrub; could have also been a reflection from the
television screen against the window pane.  Whatever it was, was no
more.  Repositioning myself on the carpet with the back of my head tucked
into my hands, I redirected my attention to the game, hoping it would
soon end in victory for my straight buddy's team.  Maybe he'd be in the
mood to celebrate by throwing me another one of his hearty
fucks---preferably upstairs in his marriage bed.