Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 17:45:25 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #19: NIGHT OF THE SEXTORTIONIST

This story contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters and is
meant to be consumed by a mature audience.


Joey Giagianno hoisted himself into the cab of his old, trusty pick
up truck and slipped a key into the ignition. A quick turn of his
corded wrist revved the still reliable engine into life. Being it
was late winter, and the climate still quite chill, Joey always
allowed a good five to ten minutes before slipping into gear and
beginning his homeward
journey. The radio went on immediately, tuned in to his favorite
classic rock station. Led Zeppelin was doing "Stairway to Heaven,"
normally one of Joey's all time favorites although today it only
added to his depression. A quick turn of the dial silenced the tune
and, except for the sound of the engine, left the car in relative
silence. Placing his hands atop the cold steering wheel, Joey heaved
a huge exasperated sigh and fell forward to rest his forehead upon
his bare hands.

He had just finished up at the job site where he and his co-worker---
and good buddy---Kyle were doing some house panting for an elderly
widow. The twenty-two year old was regularly on the payroll of the
privately owned Wojiewicz and Sons Construction Company, but during
the winter months work was scarce and required him taking on odd jobs
to supplement the income. Stanley (Stosh) Wojiewicz was the sole
proprietor of the company. Much as the hard-working Polish immigrant
would have liked there actually were no Wojiewicz sons---only three
very attractive daughters. In a desperate need to compensate,
Wojiewicz adopted both Kyle and Joey as his "sons." He valiantly
made every attempt to find them work during the off season so their
families wouldn't go hungry; today's painting job was something he'd
arranged before going back to the homeland with the missus and two of
their daughters for vacation. After today, though, there wasn't a
job anywhere in the foreseeable future, although both Joey and Kyle
checked the daily papers attentively. They'd even put up an
advertisement for their services on the billboard of the local
supermarket, as well as taking out a somewhat costly ad in the paper,
to stir up some interest. They'd become excited when snowfall was
forecast, knowing they'd easily procure plowing jobs. But, this late
in the season, snow would certainly be an oddity.

It was a good thing his wife, Tracy, had her little job to help out
in times of need but Joey didn't like it. He was the man of the
household and, the way he was raised, it was the man's duty to
provide. It bruised his ego, and hurt his partly Italian pride, to
see his bride's paycheck going toward the weekly grocery bill.
Thankfully Spring was just around the corner and things---at least on
the work front---would be looking up soon.

A sudden rap on the window startled Joey out of his reverie. Quickly
jerking his head to the side he saw it was Kyle standing there. A
fresh blast of frigid air washed over him as he cranked down the
creaking window and asked, "Was sup?"

Kyle blew into his hands, rubbing them together briskly before
thrusting them in the front pockets of his winter coat. "You
alright, Joey?"

"Yeah, buddy, fine. Just warmin' up the bitch."

"Better watch it," the good looking blond teased. "She'll break down
on you on the way home. Women have a way of making you remember
who's really boss."

Joey muttered a "Yeah, right" and stared straight ahead through the
foggy windshield.

"Hey, Joey, you ain't foolin' me," Kyle persuaded. "Something's been
eating at you all damned day. You want to go grab a beer or
somethin' and talk about it?"

"Who can afford beer right now?" Joey replied dryly. He felt the
heat begin to kick in and knew the truck would soon be ready to roll.

"Well fuck, Joe, a guy's gotta unwind sometimes. Ain't you the one
who taught me that?" he asked with a wink of one sky blue eye. "Why
not come over to my place? We can hang out in my playroom in the
basement. That's the one place off limits to the wife. Got a few
beers in the fridge down there. We can shoot the shit, play some
games on the x-box, maybe fuck around a little.."

Kyle, eight years older than Joey, was close to the top of the list
of his favorite fuck buddies. They'd first hooked up a few years
back out at a construction site. As things turned out, boss Stosh
happened to return during the heat of their buddy passion and things
had taken an interesting turn.

"Nah, dude, I think I'm just gonna head on home."

"You ain't gonna tell me what's goin' on, are you?" Kyle was
suddenly very serious.

Joey looked him in the face for a long moment before
responding. "Not somethin' you can help me out with, Ky."

"You never know," Kyle pressed.

"Really, dude, I'm alright. It's gonna be alright. If I need you,
man, I'll let you know."

"You swear it, Joe?"

Joey swallowed hard. "I swear it, buddy."

Kyle reached out a hand to reassuringly squeeze Joey's well rounded
shoulder under his jacket. "Alright buddy, I'll take you at your
word. But the offer is still on---my place. One buddy helpin' out
another. You know."

Joey grinned sheepishly at the familiar line. "Yeah, I hear you.
Just not today."

Kyle reluctantly left Joey's side and climbed into his own pickup.
Something was really troubling his buddy, that much was for sure.
But Kyle felt he'd pressed the issue enough. When Joey was ready to
open up to him, he would. As he glanced into his rear view mirror
before pulling out of the drive, he was somewhat relieved to see Joey
backing up his old beat up truck. He resolved to call the younger
man later tonight to make sure he'd gotten home alright and to renew
his offer. Kyle had a fairly good idea that it all had something to
do with Joey's cunt of a wife.

Slinging one hand over the top of the steering wheel, Joey drove down
the highway at a leisurely pace. He wasn't all that anxious to get
home. Besides, it gave him time to think---and Joey Giagianno was a
man who had a lot on his mind.

Since even before his marriage, only a couple of years before, Joey
was an extremely frustrated young man. He was smitten with Tracy
Kimberly McDonough from the moment he first laid eyes on her from
across a few lanes at the local bowling alley, but figured a girl
like her was way out of his league. If it hadn't been for his
buddies teasing him he might never have summoned the courage to
approach her in the snack bar. To his delighted surprise she'd
allowed him to buy her a hot dog and soda. He knew he wasn't
anything like the collegiate types she was probably used to---he was
just a big dumb jock---so Joey was quite surprised that she genuinely
seemed to like him.

It might not have been their first actual date but it would forever
be the day Joey would remember and ultimately come to regret. They
dated regularly after that, talked on the phone until the wee hours
of the morning and soon were practically inseparable. Tracy Kim
wanted nothing more than a kiss from Joey and he respected her for
that. Tracy wasn't like any of the other girls he'd dated---and
usually fucked from the word go. She was special, kind of like one
of those sweet fragile porcelain dolls his mama collected and
displayed on a shelf in her china closet.

Although sometimes irritated that her best friend Samantha often
accompanied them to dates, Joey said nothing. Her friends had to
become his, and vice versa, if they were to continue to be "an
item." And Sammy wasn't all that bad---it was just that she was
always there.

Joey also had to grapple with the McDonough family, who set
themselves to higher standards that the working class ethnic
Giagiannos. Joey always suspected it had been Tracy's younger
brother, Brian, who'd paved the way for acceptance. Brian and Tracy
were tight; as it turned out, they always had been. And Brian was
something of a sports fanatic, just like Joey. They often went to
games together, taking the train to Shea during baseball season,
Giants Stadium for football and the Meadlowlands to catch the Devils
whacking a puck around the ice. Whether due to Brian's influence or
not, the senior McDonough's came to accept Joey and weren't all that
disheartened when he nervously proposed marriage to Tracy.

He completely understood her reneging on intimacy during their
courtship, but Joey failed to comprehend how Tracy kept up her
reluctance on their wedding night and after. They tried many times
but it always turned out the same, with Tracy pushing him away. Like
every other full-blooded young male, Joey had his needs. And Tracy's
lame excuses about his size (he really didn't think it was all that
big, but thank you very much anyway) soon began to wear thin. It
became a major bone of contention between them and placed a heavy
strain upon their already fragile marriage.

It was a good thing Joey already had his eyes opened to the
opportunities raised by buddy sex. Much to his astonishment it was
his revered older brother who inadvertently opened those doors for
him. Joey caught Ray and his older, but extremely virile, buddy red
handed banging away in the back of Ray's classic Mustang lodged out
in the family garage. Sometime later, coming upon Jon sprawled
across the Giagianno's bed jerking his cock with Ray's sweaty
jockstrap over his face, Joey took full advantage of the situation.
Big mature Jon unashamedly told him all about the pleasures of buddy
sex, stunning and---at the same time----arousing Joey with tales of
intimate things he and his brother did to each other. Joey proved to
be a quick study. What was good for his older brother was good for
him. A new life, an alternative life to his existence of denial, was
opened for Joey.

Convinced of the normalcy and innocence of his actions, Joey easily
managed to coerce some of his best friends---Kyle included---into
becoming his fuck buddies. While he might have lacked a sex life at
home, Joey was hardly sporting blue balls. He'd much rather have had
a physical relationship with his beloved bride and still harbored
hopes of improvement on that front, but for the meantime sought his
pleasures where he could find them.

And find them he did---sometimes in the unlikeliest of places. Such
as the evening of his bachelor's party out at the strip joint known
as Bud's Hut and the discovery of the secret glory hole known only to
the regulars. Joey soon became a featured player there---on the
other side of the crude hole servicing a bevy of unanimous sperm
donors. He gave and received until his body was drained and his
knees were worn.

So horned up was he the night of his bachelor's party that Joey went
cocksucking crazy for the big hooded, obviously ethnic, drooling
prick which presented itself through that nasty hole in the wall. He
gnawed on foreskin, chewed the tasty meat and swallowed it down his
throat until it erupted in rich heady nectar which he devoured like
an overly thirsty man. Years later, only a couple of days ago, that
same tool slipped its way into his secret life again. Joey treated
it like a long lost friend, this time taking his pleasure to another
level. Backing his big, hungry ass up against the wall, he took the
thing all the way up into the deepest recesses of his guts. The
cocksman had fucked him but good, hitting that hair-raising trigger
somewhere inside him that made him go absolutely fuck crazy. He
loved that fucking cock; it was number one with a bullet on his
personal hit list. What a crushing let down it was to discover that
such an awesome piece sprouted from the loins of his arch enemy, the
much despised Javier Santiago.

Javier was the slippery, slimy Puerto Rican weasel who'd insinuated
himself into the Giagianno family by becoming the boyfriend of young
Sharyn Giagianno. Sharyn, no prize herself, was smitten with the
self proclaimed bad boy. Over the family's strong objections she
moved into the low income apartment he shared with a buddy and,
shortly thereafter, added insult to injury with the announcement of
her impending motherhood. For the sake of the innocent baby, mother
and father adopted a civil attitude while in Javier's presence, but
brothers Ray and Joey were not as generous. There was nothing they
wouldn't do to eradicate Javier, the known drug pusher who boldly
lived off their sister's welfare checks.

An icy chill ran down Joey's spine when he'd heard the taunting voice
call his name from the glory hole, followed by the devilish face of
Javier frighteningly illuminated in the darkness by the glow of his
cigarette lighter. He believed his heart must have stopped for at
least a moment or two. Of all the dudes in the world to be in that
particular place at that particular time, what were the odds of it
being Javier Santiago? And how had Javier known it was him on the
other side of the wall? Joey felt sick to his stomach. The drug
pushing Puerto Rican's cum load leaking out of his well-fucked hole
suddenly felt like battery acid and Joey wanted nothing more than to
rush home and wash himself clean.

Joey barely heard Javier's demand that he be at the slime bag's
tenement apartment the following afternoon. And, since that fateful
encounter, there hadn't been a moment Joey's mind wasn't on his awful
predicament. If Javier wanted a meeting, Joey knew it couldn't be
good. The hood rat probably wanted to blackmail him: money in
exchange for silence. But, with jobs the way they were right now,
Joey was strapped for cash and couldn't afford to pay the sleazy
fucker off. In the end he decided to ignore Javier's invitation;
perhaps the situation would just simply go away. Yet, try as he
might, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He was a torn man. On
the one hand, he was crazy for the hooded cock. But on the other,
knowing it belonged to Santiago, Joey was repulsed.

Pulling into the town house association where he lived, Joey easily
found a parking spot. Stepping down from the cab he noticed a
familiar car parked two spaces away. It took only a few seconds for
him to place it. It was his sister Sharyn's beat up hunk of junk.
What in the earth would she be doing here? Sharyn rarely every
visited. There was no closeness between his sister and Tracy like
there was with Ray's wife. Sharyn must be in some sort of trouble
again and needed a sympathetic ear. His sister enjoyed playing the
drama queen.

Mounting the steps to his unit, Joey collected the mail from the box
by the door. Rifling through the pile as he turned the key in the
lock he saw nothing but bills, bills and more bills. There were
voices coming from the kitchen area. Joey yanked down the zipper on
his coat and was about to pull it from his shoulders when he suddenly
froze. One of those voices was male! And it only took him a beat to
recognize the owner.

Fuming, Joey bounded down the short hallway and charged into the
kitchenette where Tracy was preparing a pot of coffee while Samantha
was conversing with none other than Javier Santiago! Angry veins
bulged at Joey's neck and temples as he looked from Tracy to Javier
and then back again.

"What the fuck's he doing here?" he demanded angrily.

"He---he just stopped by," Tracy stammered, obviously
uncomfortable. "Something about a meeting you missed."

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Joey shouted.

"Joey, Joey, dude." Javier leaned back in the chair with a sleazy
smirk etched across his somewhat handsome face. "When you didn't show
up to my crib yesterday, I figured you musta forgot. So I come to
you."

"Out!" When Javier didn't move, Joey grabbed fists full of the
Puerto Rican's shirt and yanked him up out of the chair.

"Joey, for cripes sake, he wasn't doing anything," Samantha chimed
in, quickly rising from her space to intercede. "Actually he's kind
of entertaining."

"You stay out of this!" Joey pointed a thick finger at her. "You
don't know what you're talking about."

Tracy came to the defense of her best girl friend. "Joey, calm
down. We were just keeping him company until you came home. Really,
he wasn't doing anything wrong."

"Don't you even try to defend this prick," Joey told her angrily and
shoved Javier toward the door.

The slick smile never left the Puerto Rican's face as he was escorted
down the hallway. When they were near the door, and out of ear shot
of the girls, he whispered to Joey, "Outside. We need a little
conversation."

Joey looked at him long and hard before grabbing the other man's coat
from the rack beside the door and tossing it at him. Giving Javier
another deliberate shove, he followed him out into the cold, closing
the door securely behind him. Not a word was said until they were in
the parking lot by Sharyn's wheels. With his trademark shit-eating
grin, Javier turned to face the angry young man.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jo-seph. You done disappointed me," he
taunted. "Wuz waitin' on you down at my crib, my big dick hard and
drippin' luv juice and you diss me bad. I had to bang shit outa your
sister's ass when she got home. She didn't want to, but when Javier
tell his bitch to do something she better do it. Know what I'm
sayin'? Poor little Sharyn. She's gonna be walkin' funny for a few
days. And it's all your fault, Jo-seph." One pointed finger stabbed
Joey in the chest for emphasis.

Joey's anger rose, turning his face a beet red. "What do you want
out of me?"

"Done told you what I wanted," Javier replied, looking down at his
boots almost disinterestedly. "You and me, workin' things out. But
you didn't show. Now I gotta do what I gotta do."

"What did you fuckin' say to Tracy?" Joey demanded.

"Nothin'---yet," Javier's teeth practically gleamed like the big bad
wolf as he smiled menacingly. "Wuz just about to get to the good
stuff. You know, how her hubby is a sloppy cock sucking slut down
at the Hut. And then you come in interrupting shit."

Joey's hands were tight fists at his sides. "If you tell her
anything, I swear I'll kill you."

Javier rolled his eyes dramatically. "Here we go with the killing
shit again. You ain't got it in you, Joe. Me neither. Got my
street smarts, but I ain't no killer."

"What's it gonna cost me to keep your fuckin' mouth shut?" Joey
asked, his nostrils flaring wildly.

"Joey! Joey!" Javier was all faux-surprise. "I don't want none of
your money."

"Then wh-what do you want? There's gotta be something you want."

"Ain't too bright, are you Joe? You got some nerve beastin' on me
all these years when your own bulb's pretty dim. What is it you
think I want?"

Joey suddenly realized where all this was going. "Fuck you," he spat
out.

"You were sure getting' down on it the other night. And that time
before. On the night of your very own bachelor's party. Imagine
that!" Javier was thoroughly enjoying his game of cat and
mouse. "Can't imagine what little---what's her name? Tracy. What
she's gonna think of you whorin' around just before the wedding."

"You rotten son of a bitch!" Joey murmured, slowly shaking his head
from side to side, finding it hard to believe this was all happening
to him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still haven't learned nothing, have you Joe? I'm
the man now and don't you forget it. I'm calling the shots from now
on. What I say, you do. Unless you want that pretty little girl in
there to hear my story. Or Sharyn. Maybe some night when her momma
has us over for dinner---you know, she does have us over for dinner---
Javier will provide the entertainment with his tale about little cock
sucker Joey."

"No," Joey said, pain clearly etched in his voice, "not my mother!"

"Nobody has to know nothing, Joey, long as you cooperate."

"I already asked you. What do you want to keep your fuckin' mouth
shut?"

Javier leaned against Sharyn's car, his only mode of transportation,
with a smug look plastered on his face. "Couple of nights from now's
gonna be a party at my crib. Sharyn and the baby, they be stayin' at
your mamma's for the night. They goin' to some movie or somethin', I
dunno. Me, I be havin' some of my boys over. And you."

"For what?" Joey retorted, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Well, while we be enjoyin' some smoke, drinkin' some beers, playin'
some poker you, Joey, are gonna be the entertainment."

"Wh-what do I have to do?" Joey stammered, a cold chill crawling up
his spine and gripping him at the base of his thick neck.

A wide smile broke out across Javier's face. "So glad you asked. I
been playin' this out in my head, something like a movie, for days
now. Here's how it's gonna go down..."



Javier lounges on his sofa, feet propped up on the cluttered coffee
table, his eyes fixed on the clock mounted to the adjacent wall. It
is ten minutes past seven and Joey Giagianno is late for his
appointment. It crosses the thug's mind that the ignorant jock isn't
merely late, he has blatantly failed to meet Javier's demands.
Javier can't fathom how Joey could not have taken him seriously. He
has no qualms about revealing Joey's extracurricular sexual
activities to the rest of the family. It would give him immense
pleasure to watch the muscular jock's life blow up right in his
face. The wife would surely leave his ass and find herself a real
man. And the family would be disgraced. Javier knows only too well
how old school Italian the father, Raymond Giagianno Sr., is. He'll
probably disavow his youngest son for being a closet cock sucker.
Javier always knew Joey was nothing more than a dumb lug, but he
wouldn't ever have believed he'd be this fucking stupid!

There is movement at the back door off the kitchen and Javier figures
it is his roommate---and co-conspirator in crime---Raphael. The
crazy Dominican went out to pick up a couple cases of beers for the
party well over half an hour ago, so he should be getting back just
about now. But nobody comes through the door. Instead there is a
hesitant knock. Javier figures the dude can't handle the door with
the burden of his bundle and slides off the sofa to help out his
boy. He crosses the living room, passes through the swinging doors
and enters the bright kitchen. Turning the knob, he's about to raze
the beefy Dominican when his eyes fall on the night's prey, Joey
Giagianno, standing there with his hands thrust deep in the pockets
of his jeans. An evil smile forms on Javier's face, deepening the
scar that runs down one cheek, and he steps aside to allow the dude
to enter.

Once Joey is inside, obviously uncomfortable at being there, Javier
adopts an authoritarian attitude, berating the little hunk for his
tardiness. Joey mutters something about traffic, but Javier knows he
was just trying to put off the inevitable. Javier allows how he
doesn't like being kept waiting and inquires why Joey used the back
door. Joey shrugs his big shoulders, sheepishly staring down at the
kitchenette floor. Javier chides him for sneaking in the back way
rather than allowing the neighbors see him willingly visiting the
enemy camp. He tells Joey that, at the end of the night, he will
walk right out the front door and have to make his way around the
building to the back parking lot. Joey's face turns red; Javier
knows the little buck is trying like hell to control his anger and
secretly revels in Joey's discomfort. It is satisfying to have the
upper hand with a Giagianno for a change.

Javier commands Joey to disrobe. Joey opens his mouth to argue, but
Javier reaches for the plastic garbage bag resting on the counter and
thrusts it out to Joey, ordering him to strip and place his clothing
in the bag. Joey hesitates for a long moment before squatting down
to begin untying the strings of his heavy work boots. He places the
boots in the bag, followed by gray thermal socks and rises to stand
there bare foot as he removes his winter coat. Javier prompts him to
continue and Joey reluctantly unfastens the buttons down the front of
his checkered flannel shirt, sliding it from his strong, broad
shoulders and depositing it in the bag. Javier tells him to get
moving, he doesn't have time for a fuckin' strip show, but in
actuality he's enjoying Joey's uneasiness.

Crossing his arms at the wrists, Joey takes hold of the hem of his
short-sleeved cotton T and lifts it up over his head, stowing it with
the other discarded clothing. He stands there for a moment in a wide
stance, heavy arms dangling at his sides. Loathe to admit it, Javier
can't help but take in the admirable build of the younger dude. He's
almost jealous of the work-toned muscularity of his nemesis. He
determines to rough up some of that hunky beef and leave some bruises
on Joey's naturally tanned, perfect flesh. His beady eyes dilate and
his breath quickens as he entertains thought of pounding his fists
against those swells of pectoral muscle and torturing those cherry-
sized man nipples, forcing them to stay uncomfortably erect until
their next session.

He observes the flatness of Joey's belly, bearing hardly an ounce of
body fat and showing impressive indentations of abdominal
musculature. Maybe not tonight, but in a future session, Javier will
force Joey to consume gut-building beer washed down with bladders'
full of warm piss until his taut belly is swollen and distended like
a pregnant `ho. He'll force Joey to hold his urine until the young
stud can't stand it any more and then he'll allow Joey to piss it off
into one of the discarded beer bottles---probably more than one---and
then force him to devour his own piss, starting the cycle all over
again.

Javier suddenly realizes Joey is on to his ogling and, breaking his
momentary reverie, angrily orders the muscle jock to continue
stripping down. Joey's thick fingers fumble with the top button of
his jeans and gingerly slide the zipper to the base of his crotch.
He steps out of the jeans and curiously takes his time folding them
up while Javier makes note of the strong thighs, thick knots of calf
and the general masculine hairiness of Joey's legs. He envisions
himself exerting his own strength to yank those wrestler's thighs
apart and ram his Puerto Rican hard on straight up Joey's tight hairy
ass, fucking him like an out of control jackhammer while the husky
man pleads with him to stop. Javier is going to wreck that ass, make
Joey have to explain to family and friends why in hell he's walking
around bowl legged from here on after.

Javier's eyes fall on the bulk outlining the basket of Joey's white
cotton briefs and he motions to the younger man to lose the
underwear. Swallowing hard, Joey hooks his thumbs in the elastic hem
and slides them down his hairy limbs, stepping out of them one foot
at a time and drops them into the plastic bag. His beefy legs take a
wide stance and he attempts to cover his private parts with one big
paw, but Javier barks an order and Joey's arm moves over to his
side. Any thoughts he'd entertained of teasing Joey about his
equipment are quickly dispelled when Javier gets a look at Joey's
cock and ball set. Although his might not be as long as Javier's
uncut sausage, Joey's piece looks the type that plumps up to fuck
worthy proportions. Maybe he can't taunt Joey's manhood, but Javier
can certainly take out some of his vengeance on it. The bigger it
gets the more of a target it will be when he takes to back handing
it, slapping the fuck out of Joey's prod until it aches.

When he orders Joey to turn around his eyes widen and he
unconsciously licks his thin lips. Joey's got the kind of ass Javier
looks for in his bitches. Nothing like his sister, who has a flat
skinny back side, Joey has a smooth rounded bubble butt sitting up
high and proud. Javier can see, just barely, the tip of dark hairs
peeking out from the deep cleft of the naked man's ass and he
remembers how they felt tickling his rod as he ravaged that male
pussy through the glory hole. His cock lengthens in his loose
fitting jeans as he thinks about smacking those succulent ass cheeks,
leaving stinging imprints from his hands on the brilliantly reddened
flesh. He can almost hear Joey's deep throated cries as he punishes
him before slamming his monster between those cakes and throwing him
a powerful fuck.

He nods to the swinging door and follows Joey into the living room
area, his eyes having a hard time tearing themselves away from the
awesome ass in front of him. Javier throws himself onto the big sofa
and sits low in the cushions with his legs stretched out wide in
front of him. Using both hands he gropes the front of his jeans
while Joey stands there nervously in front of him. He enjoys seeing
the younger man's discomfiture and takes the opportunity to twist the
knife even more, reminding Joey of what he has to lose by not
following every one of his dictates. He unzips his jeans and fishes
out his cock, stroking the length of his full hard on. Joey looks
like he wants to bolt for the door, but Javier puts an end to that
idea by ordering Joey to drop to his knees and service his dick.
Joey appears to think about his plight for a moment before resigning
himself to the situation. He crawls between Javier's wide spread
legs and moves his face to within a breath from the big salchichon.

Highly aroused by Joey's obvious reluctance, Javier grips his schlong
by the hairy base and whacks it against one side of his face. Joey
visibly jumps, startled by the sudden movement. Javier repeats the
action to the other cheek, successfully stifling the sigh of pleasure
caused by the texture of Joey's early evening sandpaper cheeks
against his sensitive cock flesh. He uses the palm of his hand to
press his dick against Joey's face, rubbing it from one side to the
other while a repulsed Joey squeezes his eyes tightly shut. He pulls
the skin back to expose his dick head, puts it to Joey's sensuous,
full lips and commands him to suck. Joey's long, dark lashes part
and he gives Javier one last angry glance before opening his mouth
and devouring the cock cap.

Quickly displeased with Joey's half-hearted attempt, in no way
resembling his earlier enthusiastic cock sucking, Javier slaps him
across one side of the face. Momentarily flustered, and visibly
angered, Joey backs off the dick and glares at Javier. Javier knows
the younger man wants to retaliate for the affront. He pointedly
advises Joey to put his heart into it, because if he's not reasonably
pleasured it will be Joey who suffers the repercussions. If a look
was able to kill, the darts shooting from Joey's hazel eyes would
pierce directly through Javier's tattooed body and exit from the back
side. Nevertheless, Joey knows Javier has him by the short hairs
and, unwilling to have his secret sex life revealed to his wife and
family, he turns back to the prick expectantly throbbing before him.

As if to shut out the reality of the situation, Joey closes his eyes
again and strikes out with his wet tongue. He takes one tentative
lap at Javier's cock stalk, then another. Soon he is massaging the
entire underside of Javier's formidable weapon, already making the
vengeful Puerto Rican squirm. Jav's hand strikes out again and Joey,
startled, looks up and across at him with a mixture of rage and
confusion. Javier directs him to keep his eyes open. He wants Joey
looking at him the whole time he's working his cock. Not for one
moment does he want Joey to forget whose loins that hot piece is
attached to.

He sneers down victoriously at the muscle jock as Joey goes back to
work on his Hispanic hog. Joey's large hazel eyes squint in defiance
but, nevertheless, he obediently follows Javier's rigid order and
stares into the face of the blackmailing bastard as his thick tongue
glides up, down and criss-crosses the heated flesh of the fully
hardened penis. Javier relaxes back, rather enjoying this prelude to
the evening's planned events.

It isn't long before the swipes of Joey's tongue become more
deliberate and less forced. Javier knows that, despite his aversion
to him, Joey is beginning to react to his own desires! He is now
taking long laps along the thick cord on the underbelly of Javier's
tool, his eyelids fluttering heavily every time he approaches the
crest. He pauses momentarily at the base, taking a moment to chew at
the root before repeating his ascent. Either the married stud has
resigned himself to the situation or he is experiencing the early
throes of sexual arousal. Based on the manner in which he'd devoured
that same cock on two previous occasions, Javier prefers to believe
that Joey is a wanton cock slut. Once he's gotten past the fact that
the cock belongs to his nemesis Javier, Joey has moved on into cock
sucker's nirvana.

Joey proves the point by burrowing into Javier's hefty, dangling ball
sac. Without provocation he has buried his face in the juncture
between Javier's thighs and is alternately chewing and sucking on the
silky, hair-coated nads. Smiling with satisfaction, Javier
accommodates Joey by spreading his legs wider to allow the pig easier
access. While he pleasures the big churning nut bag, Joey's eye is
on the cock stalk wavering before him.

A dew drop of pre-fuck juice bubbles up from between the thick gash
at the crest of the ten inch tool. Javier runs a finger over it, his
entire body shuddering when he touches his sensitive helmet, and
gathers up some of the man goo. He shoves the same finger between
Joey's lips, prompting the young stud to wash it clean. Apparently
one taste is all it takes to spring Joey into action. Moving forward
and planting both hands on the sofa to either side of Javier, Joey
runs his tongue over the surface of the unsheathed cock head. He is
instantly rewarded with another surge of pre cum, which he quickly
devours. He lathes the active mushroom with long deliberate strokes,
like a kid evening out the top of a slowly melting ice cream cone,
and savors the more-rapidly drooling fuck slime.

Perversely satisfied that the Giagianno buck is lapping up his jizz,
Javier relaxes and allows Joey to take charge for a short while.
Joey takes the entire head into his mouth and savagely sucks on it.
One hand tightly wraps around the hardened stalk and strokes
determinedly, causing the silky foreskin to glide up and down the
length of the shaft. He nibbles on the ridge of the crown and digs
the tip of his tongue into the deep cock slit, coaxing out more of
the tasty nectar. It was one thing knowing the identity of the cock
pleaser on the other side of the glory hole wall, but to actually see
his manhood buried in the face of the Giagianno stud is the ultimate
reward for Javier.

Joey is confused when Javier suddenly pushes him away, rises from his
place and orders Joey to take a seat on the sofa. He appears a bit
doubtful when told to lean back and lift his legs, but Joey obeys.
Completely exposed and feeling somewhat embarrassed, he hesitates
when Javier commands that he play with his pussy. The Puerto Rican
glares at him angrily, prompting Joey to move his hand down between
the spread of his legs. He rubs his thick fingers over the lips of
his anus and shivers when an anticipatory chill pervades his body.
His big juicy nipples suddenly stand up fully erect and his thick
cock is pulsating against his rippled abdomen. Under Javier's
watchful gaze, Joey dips his middle finger between the folds of his
tight pucker and moves it in and out with short, leisurely strokes.
Javier wants another finger, and Joey hastily obliges. He fucks his
ass mouth with two heavy, work calloused fingers and wraps his other
hand around his heavy erection. Javier sneers wickedly as he
observes Joey's masturbatory pleasuring.

But the object of the evening is not Joey's personal pleasure.
Moving forward, Javier quickly grabs Joey by the juncture under his
knees and pulls the muscular stud forward so that he is lying on his
back, shoulders pressed low on the sofa's back and chin firmly
planted to his chest. In this position, Joey's muscle ass is right at
the edge of the sofa. Javier reaches for the tub of butter he'd
earlier placed on the coffee table to soften and, flipping off the
cover, scoops out a healthy wad of the creamy stuff. He smears it
along Joey's deep, hair-lined crack. He coats his middle and index
finger with more of the oleo and addresses the bull's eye. Although
he tries not to give Javier any satisfaction, Joey can't help but
squirm when Javier's digits worm around up inside his rectum. Javier
finger fucks him with quick, deliberate jabs, all the while liberally
applying more butter until Joey's canal is a slippery avenue.

Javier wraps his buttery hand around his stiff plunger, making it
nice and slick, and positions himself at Joey's open ass trench. He
glides his big prick along the buttery crevice and enjoys the mixed
look of repulsion and desire burning from Joey's sex-heavy hazel
eyes. His man meat easily penetrates the muscular jock, inch after
inch sliding through Joey's gripping ring until he has successfully
bottomed out inside the squirming stud. He moves his pelvis,
allowing the friction from his thick bush to tickle Joey's tender man
twat.

Javier shivers with excitement, enjoying the sight of his big root
planted fully up the ass of muscle bound Joey Giagianno. Joey
squeezes his eyes shut and grimaces when Javier slowly pulls his long
meat out, making sure the stud feels every fucking inch evacuating
his hole. Joey's ass lips barely have time to fold together when
Javier pushes into him again, but this time the penetration is much
more forceful. Joey's big brown eyes pop wide open and he emits a
strangled grunt. Javier commands him to open that ass and Joey, with
little other choice, attempts to comply. Grabbing hold of Joey's
husky raised legs for support, Javier commences with a torrid fuck.
His big plunger rails in and out of Joey's buttered up rectum, his
hairy balls loudly slapping against the younger man's ass cheeks with
each powerful penetration. Joey is gritting his even white teeth,
his head thrashes to and fro against the sofa back and his hands
grasp at the cushioning. Javier uses every bit of his stamina to
drive his cock through Joey's hot bottom, desperate to fuck the
brains out of the other man. After all these years he has Joey
exactly where he wants him. Joey, who has looked down his nose at
Javier ever since Sharyn first brought him home, has reluctantly
become his bitch.

Joey's musculature becomes even more pronounced as his body attempts
to rail against Javier's fevered fucking. Inasmuch as Joey appears
to resist, Javier suspects the cock hound is secretly enjoying having
the big dick he adored at the glory hole ravaging his hairy male
pussy. To further degrade Joey Javier begins spewing a series of
obscenities. He is pleased when he sees that he is inciting Joey's
anger and eliciting a response. With his brows wrinkled in a frown,
Joey hurls back some pointed words to Javier without realizing it is
exactly the response the sadistic Puerto Rican craves. Javier
responds by flexing his slim hips and hurdles his uncut weapon
through Joey's fuck track with reckless abandon. With the wind
knocked out of him, Joey is instantly silenced.

A sudden movement from the kitchen area prompts Javier to look over
his shoulder. The swinging door is pushed open and Raphael, his room
mate, enters the main room. A smile flashes across his Dominican
face when he sees Javier throwing the rocks to the muscle clad buck
on the sofa. Javier introduces Joey as the entertainment for the
evening and Raphael steps in for a closer look. Surprisingly, he
recognizes Joey from the one time the Giagianno stud dropped his
sister off at the apartment complex. Raphael was hoping for some
tits with his ass this evening and shares this thought, but Javier
assures him that Joey is an accomplished and accommodating fuck.
Knowing of the animosity between these two Raphael easily figures out
Javier's game and quickly decides to comply with his buddy's whim.
His big dark hand folds over his basket and he massages the mound
growing there.

Joey's face is flushed, partly from the unrelenting force of Javier's
fuck thrusts and partly from sheer embarrassment. He's heard mention
of Raphael, the crazy Dominican, from his sister when forced to
listen to the events of her sorry life. Although Raphael has seen
him, from a distance, this is Joey's first real introduction to the
other man. Joey quickly sizes up a short, stocky man with a shaved
head who could easily be mistaken for a defensive player in any
football club. He has a wide toothy smile and a mischievous glint in
his large dark eyes. As Joey watches, Raphael undoes the front of
his oversized jeans and allows them to fall to the floor around his
ankles. He fishes around inside the front of his loose boxers and
hauls out his rapidly expanding penis. Joey gets a good look at the
Dominican's cock, much darker than Javier's cinnamon hued piece. It
is not nearly as long as Javier's big boy, possibly seven inches at
is maximum, but the fucker has plumped up to an impressive width.

Raphael gives Javier a friendly shove and Javier grinds his dick
around deep inside Joey's hole before evacuating the heated chasm.
He steps to the side and allows Raphael to move into place. Raphael
spits a glob of saliva onto his fat salami and coats it with a few
strokes of his hand before directing it to the pouting ass hole
splayed out invitingly in front of him. Despite his hopeless
position, Joey finds it necessary to offer some sort of protest. He
plants one bare foot against Raphael's chest and half heartedly
attempts to push him away, but Raphael easily grabs Joey's leg and
moves it. Pleased by Joey's resistance, Javier nonetheless reminds
him of the alternative if he fails to cooperate.

Raphael rubs the crown of his cut member against the quivering lips
of the fuck hole and then, without further introduction, stuffs his
dark meat into Joey's ass. Joey's head shoots up and he lets out a
long groan from the sensation of the thick cock stretching his
insides as it fills him completely. Wasting little time, Raphael
goes into full fuck mode shoving his Dominican beauty up the young
muscle stud's asshole. He lunges forward with all his might, plowing
his beef steak through Joey's clamping ring muscle and impales him
with every swollen inch. He can feel the tight grip of the hot
muscle jock's ass grasping him, enticing his prick to surge to even
greater dimensions. Joey is writhing below him and squirming on the
sofa from the hard fuck, his handsome face gleaming with sweat.
Raphael has an almost insane look in his eyes and the toothy smile
never leaves his face. He is chuckling as he fucks Joey and, for the
first time, the younger man realizes why Raphael is referred to
as "that crazy Dominican."

Raphael's thrusts never vary, they are deep and quick. He sinks his
fat cock deep into Joey, then yanks it nearly out of the grasping
ass. As the fucking accelerates seminal fluid begins oozing from
the fat helmet of Joey's cock and pools on his rippled abdomen.
Raphael has fucked enough bitches to know when they like it and he
can see that, much as he tries to pretend otherwise, Joey is into the
fuck. And little wonder. Raphael's chubby is gliding over that
little button up inside him that drives Joey absofuckinglutely
crazy. He can never figure out exactly what it is, but it sure feels
fantastic, regardless of whomever might be the one pressing the
trigger.

As Raphael takes Joey's ass Javier retrieves the digital camera he
lifted this past summer from an unsuspecting beachgoer and snaps a
series of pictures. He makes sure to get Joey's face in every shot.
He is uncertain if Joey is aware of the intrusion. Even if the
Giagianno lad is opposed, there is little he can do to stop the photo
shoot. Javier wants to have lots of pictures of Joey engaged in man
sex---the more to blackmail him with. Raphael, on the other hand,
could care less about appearing in the pics. In fact, it seems to
turn him on even more knowing the fuck session is being
immortalized. Javier has to shake his head in wonder; Raphael truly
is a wild, carefree man. The enjoyment he's getting out of fucking
Joey is etched all over his insanely smiling face.

All at once Raphael's breathing is coming in short hard gasps and his
body is wracked by tiny convulsions. His mouth falls open and his
head is thrown back so that he is looking up at, but not seeing, the
ceiling. With a deep, guttural moan he unleashes his cum load deep
inside Joey's bowels. His body quivers with one spasm after another
until he is entirely spent. He breaks out into laughter and leans
down to rub his hands over Joey's pectoral mounds and tweak those
swollen nipples before pulling his dick from the sweet fuck hole. He
does a little victorious dance there with his slowly deflating cock
still sticking out from the front of his boxers and shares a fist
bump with Javier.

His love hole abandoned, still horny and unsatisfied, Joey takes to
stroking his cock with both hands. His thick hairy legs are still
raised, exposing his well fucked hole. Javier takes a few shots of
this decadent vision, thinking the entire while how hot it will all
look downloaded to the internet. He allows Joey only a few moments
of self gratification before slapping his hands away and ordering the
stud off the sofa and under the card table set up in the center of
the room. Joey looks at him stupidly, not understanding what Javier
is up to now. Javier grabs him by the scruff of the neck and pushes
him in the direction of the table. Like a trained dog, Joey gets
down on all fours and crawls under the table. He sits there
obediently, watching the other two men move about the room making
further preparations. Every now and then one or the other of them
squats down to look under the table and taunt him.

It is nearly twenty minutes before the door bell chimes. Javier
admits three arrivals who, obvious by their greetings, are friends.
Joey, feeling extremely vulnerable under the table, can't get a
really good look at any of them. They come into the living room area
and instantly see the muscle hunk huddled there under the table. All
squat down for a look and Javier introduces Joey as his pussy boy.
There are hoots and hollers from the other three. Shamed, Joey
thankfully fails to recognize any of them---nor they him. They are
all Puerto Rican, same as Javier, and just about his age. They taunt
and tease him and Javier further degrades him by revealing to his
boys that Joey is freshly fucked. Joey wants nothing more than to
lurch up from under the table and put his fists to work but, fearful
of the retaliation from Javier, manages to hold his anger in check.

The doorbell rings again and Javier goes to answer it while Raphael
passes around some beers. Swallowing hard, and wishing he could
crawl under the carpeting, Joey observes two more guests come through
the door. There is the slapping of hands and exchanging of
pleasantries before the new arrivals are introduced to the stud under
the table. Joey sheepishly looks into the faces of two black men,
one somewhere in his late twenties and the other significantly
older. The two get a good chuckle out of Joey huddled there buck
naked under the table before rising to converse with the others. The
younger black man introduces his father, hoping Javier doesn't mind
him having brought him along. Javier has no problem with it at all;
it's one more cock for his dog to service.

As the group converses Joey quickly gathers that the entire lot is
little more than a bunch of thugs, much like their host. He also
learns that the older black man is recently released from prison and
staying with his son. Joey is entirely uncomfortable in their
company; these are not the types of people he associates with on a
normal basis. Javier has gotten his wish: Joey is completely
humiliated and shamed. The bastard has won. Joey is about to eat
crow, crawl out from under the table in front of the gathering and,
with tongue firmly planted in cheek, apologize to Javier for treating
him like less than family and promise not to interfere in the
future. Hopefully, this will satisfy the sleazy Puerto Rican.

But Joey's chance is stolen when all the men converge on the table
and begin taking a seat. He watches as one chair after another is
pulled out and occupied, long legs filling out the space he
occupies. Soon he is crammed into the area, all those legs of the
seven men pretty much restricting his movement. Some of their feet
accidentally strike his body and he tries to move about to avoid
them, but there is no where for him to go. He hears their chatter.
Raphael leans back on his chair to look under the table with his
wide, toothy grin and asks how he's doing under there. Joey feels
trapped. He can hear the shuffling of cards and deduces the group is
about to begin their poker game. A sudden scent assails his
nostrils, a strong aroma, and Joey knows a marijuana joint is being
passed around the table. He looks over his shoulder, to one side
then the other, attempting to find an avenue of escape. A movement
directly in front of him captures his attention and he sees the hand
reaching down, a fat cigar of dope held between thumb and index
finger. His breath catches in his throat.

Suddenly the chair slides back a bit and the inhabitant cocks his
head to look down at Joey. It is Javier. Javier holds out the joint
to him and tells him to take a puff. Joey shakes his head from side
to side. An angry look crosses Javier's face and he kicks his
sneaker clad foot out at the muscle jock, catching him in the ribs.
He repeats his request and Joey hesitantly crawls forward. Looking
up at Javier with all the hatred he can muster, he lifts his head and
allows the hood rat to place the cigar between his lips. Joey
pretends to inhale, but Javier is not fooled. His hand lashes out to
slap Joey across the face and commands that he take a long, deep
drag. With little other choice, Joey finally does as demanded of
him. Javier waits while Joey holds the smoke deep in his lungs and
smiles his satisfaction when Joey finally exhales. He then diverts
his attention back to his homies.

Joey feels the effect of the demon weed almost immediately. The
voices of the other men seem to be coming from far away and he has
difficulty concentrating on what they are saying. His mind is
clouded, but the drug has served to ease the tenseness of his
seemingly helpless situation. He is unable to gauge the passing of
time, huddled there under the table in a stoned stupor while the
group play their game of cards.

A click captures his attention and Joey looks across again at
Javier's seat. The sleazy Puerto Rican's hand is under the table
between his slightly spread thighs and he is snapping his fingers.
Joey's glazed eyes focus and he suddenly realizes that Javier has
unfastened his fly and his limp cock and balls are hanging out and
resting on the chair. Javier snaps his fingers again and motions for
Joey to come nearer. His mind muddled, it takes Joey a moment to
process exactly what Javier desires. He crawls on hands and knees to
rest at Javier's feet and takes stock of the other man's penis.
Brown and cinnamon-hued foreskin covers the dick head, creating a
wrinkled-looking pouch. Joey eyes the uncut python, tracing the
thick veins pulsing under the surface of the meaty girth. Joey licks
his thick sensual lips, his horny desires fueled by the cannabis. He
runs one hand over his pumped pectorals, down his tight abdomen and
reaches for his own cock. He is dumbfounded to discover it fully
erect; he hadn't even realized he'd achieved a hard-on! Sexed up and
unable to stop himself, Joey's head moves in between Javier's thighs
and his tongue takes a long, wet swipe at the beautiful beast before
concentrating on the hidden head.

With a feverish sense of urgency, Joey uses the tip of his tongue to
burrow between the pungent folds of foreskin. The manly flavors
collected there arouse him and entice Joey to lovingly chew on the
meaty flesh. His tongue digs around in the secret spot and finds the
treasured cock head. He laps at it, tasting the dew forming from the
slash straight across the crown. Javier's shaft quickly rises,
pointing up toward the underside of the table. Joey wraps one hand
around the thing to guide it back to his attentive mouth and strokes
the hardened length while his tongue works to slide back the glorious
skin and expose the man's third eye.

Pulling down the foreskin with his wrist action, Joey licks the
bulbous cock head and lets it slide deep into his mouth. His mouth
waters as he sucks on at least half the Puerto Rican's length. His
tongue glides over the throbbing head again and again, anxious to
make it produce more of that man goo he craves. Joey's lips slide
over the bronze meat, gobbling it up to the back of his throat. All
the while he feverishly jerks on his own bad boy, crazed now with sex.

All the while Javier carries on his game of cards, pretending to
ignore what is going on under the table. But Joey's mouth is like a
cunt with a tongue, teasing the most sensitive part of him, and he
can't prevent the way his body reacts. When Joey suddenly goes all
the way down on him, burying his prick in his throat, Javier's eyes
roll upward and he throws back his head with a hearty sigh. Throwing
a grin at his buddies, Javier confesses to the fact that Joey is
eating his pork. There is good natured laughter and a few
congratulatory fist bumps while some skeptics take a peek under the
table for affirmation and observe Joey gorging himself on dick.
Several of the men absently grope their own crotches while they reach
for another beer and resume their card game.

Unhindered by the gathering's knowledge of his shameful actions, Joey
deep throats Javier with wild abandon. The big prick slip slides in
and out of his throat. He is hardly aware that he is snorting like a
pig, his nostrils flared widely and saliva gushing from the corners
of his overstuffed mouth. The cock feels awesome in his mouth and he
feels fortunate to be able to worship it. Deep down he knows it is
the fucking dope making him act like this---be a willing slut for
Javier---but he no longer cares. He will gladly spend the rest of
the night on his knees under that table servicing Javier.

He feels something prodding at his ass and, unwilling to unclog his
throat, reaches back to spread his glorious buttocks. A sneaker
covered foot is probing the length of his ass ditch and concentrating
on his wink hole. Sexual electricity courses through Joey's entire
body, causing him to shudder. He hears the snap of fingers again and
reluctantly unloads his mouth to look over his shoulder. The man
booting his ass has his cock out and he's commanding Joey to come
take care of it. Joey turns back to Javier and gives him another
generous lick, collecting up some of his leaking seminal fluids,
before turning his body around and crawling over to answer the other
man's call.

Joey instantly recognizes Raphael's fat fucker. He takes it inside
his mouth and begins to suck on it. In less than a minute Raphael is
boned up. Joey's lips are stretched wide around the bloated girth
and he begins to bob his head up and down, taking the thick cock from
head to root. Each time he swallows it whole, his nose firmly
pressed into Raphael's aromatic bush, the bulbous knob lodges in his
throat. But, pro that he has become, Joey fails to gag. Instead, he
lets it rest there for a moment while his tongue caresses the hairy
root.

>From the corner of his eye he sees the man to his left unzip his
jeans and haul out his prize. He quickly deduces that it is one of
Javier's Puerto Rican homies. As Joey ravenously sucks on Raphael's
jaw breaker he watches the dude stroke himself to hardness. The cock
is not as sizeable as the one in his mouth, possibly six inches at
most, but there is an abundant amount of foreskin gliding over the
shaft as the Rican jerks it. Joey hastily abandons Raphael's fuck
stalk and scrambles over to this new piece. He eyes the dark
foreskin which bunches up over the head with each upstroke and
reaches out to take hold of the cock. The Rican releases his hold
and allows Joey to take over.

With his fist tightly wrapped around the shaft, Joey fists the skin
upward so that it covers the cock head and leans in to nibble on the
excess flesh. He takes it between his teeth and pulls on it, amazed
at its elasticity. His tongue dives between the folds of skin,
searching deeper and deeper, figuring there must be at least two
inches of the stuff covering the dome. He tickles the crown with the
tip of his tongue, swiping it across the piss gash. It tastes funky
inside the Rican's foreskin, something like cheese on a hoagie, but
Joey is not repulsed. His tongue washes out the funnel he's
created. When he's had his fill of the man's cock skin Joey peels it
down and goes to work on the mushroom. In no time at all he is
rewarded by the salty, wet taste of pre-cum. Joey engulfs the cock
with his mouth. The six inches is just enough to fill his face
hole. Joey buries his face in the hood's crotch and nosily slurps on
the rigid meat. The Rican shifts in his chair and lets out a
satisfied moan. Joey can hear the other men egging him on but he is
oblivious to their taunting. All he cares about is the cock leaking
heavily in his mouth.

With his lips locked around the base of this hood's pussy pleaser
Joey stretches out a heavily muscled arm and gropes the basket of the
dude next to him. This man quickly provides Joey with easier access
by unzipping and releasing his stiffening meat. Joey gets an eyeful
of a healthy seven to eight inches of cut beauty. Just as the first
Rican's balls are drawing up and he is close to blowing his load,
Joey pulls himself away from the cock and gives his complete
attention to this new one.

Joey sucks inch after inch of Latino cock deep into his throat. He
gives the shaft all of his attention with an expert tongue while he
glides his nose back and forth across the smooth surface of the guy's
recently shaved crotch, inhaling his manly scents. This Latino is
the first to show his appreciation. He reaches down to tangle his
fingers in Joey's thick, semi-longish hair before wrapping his hands
against the back of Joey's bull's neck and locking him into place.
Joey snorts into the Latino's crotch, sucking oxygen through his
nostrils while the sweet-tasting cock rumbles deep down in his
throat. He milks it for all it's worth, conscious of the rich male
honey leaking straight down his cramped esophagus. Then, just as he
senses the cock coming close to eruption, Joey wrestles free of the
man's grip and turns his attentions back to the uncut piece of his
buddy. He gobbles it up like a hungry animal; grunting, groaning and
slobbering over the smaller dick. He sucks on the randy piece of
meat engulfed by his hot mouth until he becomes hungry for another
taste of the nearby eight incher. Joey goes back and forth between
the two, working them to the brink of orgasm but purposely failing to
bring either of them off.

Javier peeks under the table every now and again and smiles his
satisfaction. He's not sure if it's the marijuana stripping away
Joey's inhibitions, but the Giagianno buck is going for all the dick
he can get. Kind of like a kid in a candy store. Certain that Joey
is now oblivious to any conversation he brags to his buddies about
his conquest---the cock hungry jock under the table. He tells them
the story of his future brother-in-law, a supposedly straight and
macho construction worker, who leaves his pretty little wife at home
while he sucks dick through a glory hole out at the nearby titty
bar. He luxuriates in revealing how Joey publicly loathes him, yet
privately goes ballistic for his big Latino schlong. He fails to
mention his smarmy blackmailing scheme, allowing the men to believe
Joey a willing participant in tonight's debauchery. For Juan, the 24-
year-old Hispanic whose uncut chorizo is being taken all the way to
the base, Joey's enthusiasm is unquestioned.

So absorbed is he by the two Rican dicks that Joey nearly forgets
there are others awaiting his attention. As if his dim bulb had just
flared brightly, Joey looks behind himself and sees one of the other
men hard, exposed and stroking. His eyes widening, he shifts his
body about in the cramped area under the table and scurries over to
take his place between this man's leg. The cock is absolutely
breathtaking! A dark chocolate brown, it appears to be slightly
larger than the eight inch Latino's, and somewhat thicker with angry
veins pulsing heavily just beneath its slick surface. The crown is
smooth, shiny and makes Joey's mouth water in anticipation. He uses
his big hands to push the man's thighs wider apart and takes notice
of the big purplish nuts hanging there, their surface covered with
gray hairs. Although never an honor roll student, it doesn't take
Joey much to figure this is the oldest man in the bunch, the ex-con.

Joey lunges, licking at and sucking on the heavy sac, desperately
trying to get both orbs into his mouth at the same time. The black
man scoots closer to the edge of his seat to create easier access.
Joey bathes the succulent scrotum with warm saliva, rolling his
tongue over the dangling pouch. He makes all sorts of guttural
sounds while he chews on the man-sized balls. Their owner is
obviously enjoying the treatment he's being given, judging by the way
his legs spread wider as he lowers himself in the seat and thrusts
his groin out for Joey's enjoyment.

Saliva literally pours from Joey's puffy lips when he dislodges the
tasty ball bag. His tongue slides up the heavily veined chocolate
shaft and flicks the bundle of nerves just under the base of the
crown, causing the man to scoot his ass around in the chair. Joey's
mouth completely engulfs the large purple head. He hears the man
moan when his enthusiastic tongue runs back and forth across the
surface of the heated helmet and wonders if this is the dude's first
blow job. Joey can feel the wide piss slit expanding and contracting
under his tongue. He probes into it with just the tip and the man
lets out a hearty whimper. The other guys razz him and the black
dude tells them, through his labored breathing, that it's been a long
time since he's had a mouth on his cock. From the amount of pre-cum
now freely flowing from his cock lips, it is easy for Joey to believe
his confession. He washes the tasty seminal fluids around in his
mouth, savoring their intoxicating flavors, before swallowing them
down into his belly.

The man places his big black hand on Joey's head, urging him to go
down on his sex tool. Needing little encouragement, Joey's lips work
their way down the pulsating shaft until the head hits the back of
his throat. He feverishly licks and sucks on the dark meat, one hand
stroking the remainder of the shaft while his other toys with the
man's sweaty balls. The man is groaning loudly, uttering all sorts
of obscenities, and bucking around in the chair. Joey fears it won't
take the man long to blow his wad; he's thoroughly enjoying pigging
out on the black man's beef. He widens his jaws to full capacity and
swallows the fruit-sized cock head clear down his throat. His nose
is buried in a bristly gray bush which smells faintly of sweat and
his throat is milking the length of the shaft, coaxing the cream to
rise up and reward him. He thinks the man has had a heart attack---
or at the very least a stroke---because he has suddenly become
rigid. Joey is relieved when the man emits a strangled sigh and
reveals to the crowd that the cock sucker is deep throating him.
He's amazed Joey has devoured his entire cock!

Seated next to his father, the son has had all he can take of this
second hand reporting and is anxious for some of his own. He fumbles
with the front of his jeans, finally managing to slide both them and
his underwear down around his ankles. Joey watches from the corner
of his eyes while he struggles to breathe through his nose, refusing
to get off the black daddy's prong. But what he sees rising hard and
proud from the other guy's loins is enough to make him take pause.
It is much darker than the father's. Awestruck, Joey observes as it
thickens before his wondrous eyes. The thick vein running along the
underside visibly pulses as the cock continues to lengthen and plump
up. At full mast it is nearly as large as Javier's ten inches and
possibly double the thickness!

Daddy dick slides out of Joey's mouth and is quickly abandoned for
this new wonder. Joey scoots over, covers the plum-sized head with
his mouth, and swallows. The dark plum clogs his throat and Joey
gags, but he is determined. Tears work their way from the corners of
his eyes as he fights the reflex and forces more cock into his
throat. His lips are stretched wide and threatening to split at the
sides, yet Joey prevails. He shoves his face down on the strong
column of man flesh and feels the dick glide further down his
throat. There is no stopping him now. He swallows, he lunges, he
swallows again.and doesn't rest until the entirety of the beast is
consumed.

The younger black man lets out a satisfied whoop, declaring that no
one's ever been able to take all of him before. Javier looks under
the table and shakes his head, although he's secretly pleased by
Joey's descent into degradation. Snot is dripping from the muscle
jock's flared nostrils, saliva is leaking from the corners of his
mouth and his neck is bulging from the girth of its burden.
Realizing the merits of such a moment in his blackmail diary, Javier
snatches his camera and takes several shots from under the table.
Joey looks over at him but he's like a dog who won't let go of its
bone. Javier lifts his head, but not before congratulating Joey's
cooperation, and sparks up another joint.

Applying massive suction, Joey pulls himself off the gigantic dong
and takes a few deep breaths before impaling himself on it again.
Each time it becomes easier to slide the colossal cock down his
stretched-out throat. The plunging becomes faster and faster until
Joey is bobbing up and down on the entire length of the dark
chocolate rod. The steely prick pulses wickedly as it slides in and
out of Joey's slobbering mouth, its pronounced veins obscenely
bulging. The black son's hips are moving to the rhythm of Joey's
cock attack, grinding and probing into his farthest depths when
devoured whole. No longer under the table, not even in his sister's
apartment, Joey has disappeared into a place where it is just him and
this delicious, desirable slab of maleness. Occasionally his head
bangs against the bottom of the table, so intense is his deep
throating, and momentarily brings him back to reality. But Joey
hardly seems to care. His only concern is the strong cock coursing
over his lips and fucking his throat.

Joey can go on all night servicing this big black log, but a sudden
kick to his back legs makes him take cause. It is Javier, reminding
him that he's forgotten about Tito. Confused, not knowing who in
fuck Tito is, Joey goes back to munching on chocolate schlong. But
Javier gives him another kick and this time his face is under the
table, looking somewhat perturbed. Joey creases an angry brow and
Javier points to a spot at his right. Still cock stuffed, Joey
glances over and sees another guest---one he hasn't yet sampled. The
dude's dick is out and rock hard and he's frantically stroking it.
The guy has pudgy fingers---and an even pudgier dick. There might
not be much in length, Joey assesses it at about five and a half
inches, but the girth makes for a nice mouthful.

Reluctantly giving up big blackie for the moment, but not wanting to
defy Javier, Joey scuffles over to this long-neglected dick. Its
owner becomes excited the moment he feels Joey's hot breath wash over
his naked piece. Before he has a moment to process what is happening
Joey has sloppily devoured him whole. He feels the warmth of Joey's
mouth pressing around his erection, the tongue slithering all over
his shaft and shamelessly caressing his head. He moans an "ah, papi"
and is instantly putty in Joey's hands. Joey hastily establishes a
suck rhythm. He goes up and down on the Rican's fuck pole, his neck
twisting to and fro attacking it from alternating angles. His tongue
glides all over the squat, fat thing, bringing its owner much
pleasure. He tastes the juices bubbling up from the top of the head
and relishes in their rich flavor. Short or huge, cock is cock, and
Joey is not one to discriminate. He treats this cock with as much
respect and admiration as he has the father and son, who are
impatiently waiting for more action.

Joey brings the pudgy Rican to the brink of orgasm before sliding
away and reintroducing himself to the foreskinned Latino. Then it is
on to Raphael. Then back to the hung black men. Joey goes round and
round under the table, sampling one dick after another. None ever go
limp, he doesn't allow them to. There are seven cocks hard, ready
and at his disposal. He is desperate to wallow in their cum, but
fearful the party will end once they unload. The only cock he seems
to avoid is the one belonging to Javier. But Javier easily gains his
attention with a snap of his fingers or a kick to his shins. And
once Joey's mouth is filled with Javier's uncut meat he can't help
but remember how much he craved it at the glory hole, and he treats
it as well as all the other pricks under the table.

He is slobbering over the eight inch meat of one Latino when hands
suddenly grasp his ankles and someone is yanking him across the
carpeting. Joey rolls over onto his back, instinctively kicking out
at the intruder. He sees dark hands grasp him again and yank him out
from under the table. Joey barely has time to think before another
pair of hands joins forces with the black man to lift him from the
floor and toss him across the surface of the table. Beer bottles
scatter and cards are swiped aside. Strong hands grab his legs
again, lifting and spreading them wide. Joey peers through the V of
his hairy thighs and sees the older, gray-haired African-American
man. There is a desperate look etched on the man's face which almost
frightens Joey. He mumbles something about not having pussy for
years in lock up and then his dick head is kissing Joey's ass lips.
With one strong, savage thrust he buries himself in Joey's male pussy.

Joey grimaces. Clenching his teeth, he throws back his head and
squeezes his eyes shut at the initial and abrupt anal intrusion.
The black senior is pumping his groin against Joey's open ass, each
thrust harder and more forceful than the last. In short order Joey
has become responsive to the powerful fuck. He lifts one muscular
arm to place a hand behind his head and gropes his hard on with the
other while he looks across at the beast plowing his man hole. There
is a look of savagery on the ex-con's face as he mercilessly fucks
younger Joey, anxious to make up for lost time. Moving in for a
closer view, Javier is awestruck by the scene. Cajoling Joey is no
longer necessary; the former jock is obviously enjoying the rabid
fuck. Stroking his own erection, Javier captures the randy images on
his stolen camera.

Sweat breaks out over Joey's form, making his musculature even more
pronounced. The black daddy is also showing signs of his exertion.
Beads of perspiration drip form his forehead and the armpits of his
shirt become noticeably damp. Still he prevails in pounding Joey's
hairy pussy. Dumb jock Joey still hasn't grasped the concept of a
prostate muscle, all he knows is that the black cock is pressing that
little button up inside him that feels so fucking good and makes him
want to shoot his wad.

The black man's entire body begins to tremble. His eyes roll up in
his head and he utters a loud, mournful wail as he unloads his rocket
into Joey's clutching guts. The force of his orgasm is so powerful
that he stumbles forward, nearly falling atop the muscle hunk's prone
body. Reluctantly he withdraws his fuck stick from the warm, loving
depths of Joey's fuck hole and throws himself exhausted onto the sofa
where he attempts to capture his breath.

Joey's ass has little time to recoup. Raphael quickly steps into
place and sinks his plump seven incher between Joey's pussy lips. He
begins to roughly thrust his Dominican beauty into the hot and moist
tunnel just vacated by the older black man. He feels the taut ass
ring grasping his man root, making for a nice tight fuck. Raphael
has had his go at this free piece of ass little more than an hour
ago, yet he fucks the hunk with the adventurousness of the first
time. Joey grunts each time his cum-soaked guts are filled to
capacity and does his best to buck back into each determined assault.

The veins at Raphael's temples bulge obscenely and his head snaps
from side to side at the onslaught of his rapidly approaching
orgasm. Huffing and puffing violently, his eyes go wide and he
unleashes his second load of the evening into Joey's heated oven.
When he has regained some of his stamina he releases a loud,
boisterous belly laugh. Grinning from ear to ear he slowly pulls his
cock from Joey's love hole. Joey's ass clutches around the departing
member, as if unwilling to let it go. Raphael assures him that they
have all night to become reacquainted.

Another cock works its way into Joey's buttery ass hole, this one not
as sizeable as the previous fuckers, but more than enough to work
Joey's trigger. He has his first look at Juan, the Puerto Rican with
the uncut member. Juan isn't a bad looking sort of dude, although
he's hardly magazine cover material. His features are sharp, angular
and his eyes are small and beady, peering out through sleepy-looking
lids, the effect of the marijuana cigarette. There is a tuft on his
chin, the dark color matching the hair growing in on a usually-shaved
head. He has his bottom lip sucked in and gently bites on it for
emphasis each time he stabs his cock into Joey's mushy hole. His
method of fucking isn't as aggressive as the previous occupants of
Joey's puss, yet it fails to yield displeasure from the power
bottom.

Juan can feel the two loads of man cream washing over his cock as he
churns butter in Joey's sweet male ass. He's never fucked another
guy before and has to admit, if only to himself, that it sure feels
good. Almost like tight virgin pussy, although Joey is obviously far
from a beginner. It's also something of a mind fuck to look across
and see a well-built, macho looking man writhing about on the table
responding to the sensations your cock is bringing to him. Just as
his balls tighten and he cums, far too soon, Juan wonders what it
would feel like to have a dick plowing through his shitter.

Keeping things Hispanic, the next fucker up is the shaved crotch
sporting eight healthy inches of fuck meat. The man has removed his
shirt, revealing a nice, compact torso and arms revealing decent
musculature. He has a spot of body hair in his pectoral cleavage
matching the swirls around his deep purple nipples. This Rican has a
full head of hair, slicked back into a pony tail. He sports large
brown eyes and is roughly attractive, although his face is flawed by
acne. A smile spreads across the man's face when he spies Joey's hot
hole pulsing open and partially closing, begging to be fucked hard
and deep. Willing to accommodate, the hung Puerto Rican feeds him
every bit of his dick. Joey's man pussy hungrily gobbles it all up
and he utters a rugged, satiated whimper. The man grasps Joey by the
hips to pull him closer and begins a deep, gut busting fuck. He
plows his big cock between Joey's buns of steel as though excavating
for new depths. Judging by his reactions, Joey is completely turned
on by this new fucker. His head flops from side to side crazily as
he thrills to the ultimate pleasures of this powerful man-drill.
Lifting his head from time to time, he curiously observes the other
man as though watching his favorite stud performing in a porn film.
In this case, however, Joey is the star of the film surrounding by
seven eager co-stars.

While the strong cock pistons in and out of Joey's clutching rectum,
Javier moves to the opposite side, strips himself nude and steps up
on to the table. Placing his feet to either side of Joey, he
straddles the bucking bronco and squats down to lower his ass onto
Joey's face. Joey makes a feeble attempt at protest, his words
garbled by the ripe male butt covering his mouth. He grabs each
buttock as if to thrust Javier aside, but his efforts only serve to
spread the hair-lined crevice wider. Accepting defeat, Joey begins
to lap at the ass lips of his sworn enemy and soon is working his
tongue up into his shitter. Javier wastes little time in announcing
to the others that Joey is tonguing out his ass hole, resulting in a
loud clamor of cheers and clapping from the others.

The powerfully ridged muscles across Joey's abdomen ripple and stand
out in bold relief as the cock thrusts even harder into his steamy
chasm. The Rican roughly shoves his hips forward, slamming into Joey
with an almost reckless abandon. With the big dick plunging in and
out of his nether regions Joey growls up into Javier's ass hole.
Javier rides Joey's face while his buddy slaps his loins into the
ravaged pussy. The Italian buck, with a mixture of his own Hispanic
heritage, is being treated like a whore---and is obviously treasuring
every moment of it.

Javier nearly loses it when Joey begins panting heatedly into his
hole. He observes the muscles along Joey's arms and legs suddenly
bulge and his chest heaves with labored breathing. Joey's garbled
cry reverberates throughout Javier's rectum when his balls unload and
he shoots a powerful rope of cum which smacks against Javier's
bobbing dick. The second blast hits higher, finding its target on
Javier's groin. The next few surges splash against Joey's chin and
across his undulating torso. All the others are impressed with
Joey's manly orgasm, even Javier who is using Joey's cum load as
lubricant with he strokes his own meaty dick.

Joey's bucking and spasmastic chute proves to be too much for the
fucking Rican, who tosses back his head with a loud bellow and busts
his nut up inside the writhing stud. No sooner has he vacated the
fuck hole when Joey feels another dick press its way into him.
Although it doesn't sink very deep, this one is fat enough to stretch
his ass lips wide. Joey figures it belongs to Tito, the pudgy dude.
The head of the thing is plunging against his prostate with every
stroke, keeping Joey's big dick nicely erect. Joey quickly learns
that size means little when it comes to his personal pleasure. Tito
is like a horny rabbit, thrusting the thing into him with remarkable
energy and working his stretched ass lips. Javier rises slightly
from Joey's face and, placing his hands behind Joey's head, lifts him
enough so that he can see the man taking pleasure inside of him.

Tito is totally unattractive with big bug eyes, a heavy unibrow, fat
squat nose and a thick jutting lower lip. Even at this distance Joey
can see the black heads along his nose and chubby cheeks. The beast
is huffing, puffing and sweating profusely from his exertions.
Saliva drips from his gargantuan soup coolers and his double chins
jiggle like gelatin. Joey attempts to hide his revulsion,
concentrating instead on the cock making him feel so fucking good.
He thrusts his face between Javier's hinds and begins eating him out
with new determination.

Tito's stamina proves to be the least of all and, before long, he is
depositing his semen into the cum dump. He falls back onto the sofa
to recapture his breath, muttering something about the best piece of
ass he's ever had. At the same time Javier realizes he is in danger
of busting his own nut from the eager manner Joey is eating his
hole. Wanting to save it for his turn at bat, Javier steps down from
the table at the same time the younger black man is introducing his
dark chocolate throbber to Joey's gaping love hole. It is most
certainly the biggest and thickest of the bunch. Joey grimaces as it
ceaselessly sinks between his battered lips and widens his slippery
channel as it journeys through his rectum before finally resting deep
inside his guts. A look of challenge passes between the two men
before the black man begins his fuck strokes. He rides Joey long and
deep, pulling nearly every inch of his black anaconda from Joey's
hole before swiftly plunging it back in again. Joey lifts himself up
on his elbows to watch the dark cock extricating itself from his pink
hole and moves a hand down there to rub his swollen ass lips as they
cling to the black monster.

The black man causes new and wild sensations in Joey that none of the
other men have affected. Shoving his ass up higher, he spreads his
legs as wide as possible to make for an easier target. The good
looking black man smiles in appreciation, his brilliant white teeth a
startling contrast to his chocolate complexion. He pulls back,
thrusts again and his rod touches that secret spot which causes Joey
to tremble all over. The younger man is not surprised to see pre-cum
drooling from his fat knob, even though he's cum only a few minutes
ago. Joey pushes his ass up against the dick every time it lunges
into him, the two men's bodies crashing together at the point of
impact. He is almost desperate to have it inside of him.

The man's father, tired of standing on the side lines and watching
his son get all the action, grabs a fistful of Joey's hair. Forcing
his head back, he shoves his cock straight down Joey's throat and
begins a deep, rough face fuck. Joey is getting big black dick from
both ends and loving every moment of it! One big, luscious cock
pounds his well-worked hole while the other fucks hell out of his
tonsils. He sucks on the cock as it plows into his face hole,
tasting the remnants of his buttery ass hole while his shit chute
milks the other cock barreling through his rectum. Father and son
look across Joey's undulating sweat-soaked body at each other,
aroused by the look of wanton sex gleaming in each other's eyes.

Father observes the look of approaching orgasm overtaking his son.
He has seen his son through many things in the years they have
shared, but this is an all new experience. He carefully notices the
changes overtaking his off spring in those final moments before he
blasts Joey full of his cream. Seeing his son get off is more than
he can bear and, before the younger black man has finished his cum,
daddy is blasting a load straight down Joey's gullet. With their
dicks still buried in Joey's used holes, the father and son wrap
their arms around each other in a warm, masculine embrace. The
younger one slaps his father on the back and tells his how good it is
to have him home.

Having waited for the others to take their pleasure, Javier finally
steps up to the plate. Fisting his big, uncut bat Javier takes note
of Joey's yawning fuck hole. The combination of six other men's cum
is oozing from his relaxed lips and trickling down onto the table.
Javier lewdly thrusts his fingers into Joey's gaping hole and swirls
them around inside the younger man before pulling out and thrusting
those same fingers into Joey's mouth. Joey sucks the cum deposit
from Javier's fingers, his eyes boring into those of the torturous
Puerto Rican bastard. Javier seems to take pleasure in feeding Joey
more of the comingled cum loads before he roughly shoves his dick
into the fiery-hot fuck tunnel. He pumps his beef stick into the
bowels of his victim, highly aroused by the sensations of the other
men's cum loads sloshing around his dick. He's forced Joey to take
six loads up his ass, with the seventh on the way. Javier shows
absolutely no mercy, driving his cock into the whore's ass and making
him squirm.

With his prick raging in and out of the sloppy ass hole, Javier
taunts Joey with a recap of all the stud has just done---and all that
he will do as the night progresses. With a look of anger on his
handsome face, Joey moves to strike a fist out at the Puerto Rican
but hands suddenly grasp him and hold his arms down. Pinned to the
table by the other men, Joey is forced to take Javier's revenge
fuck. He hates being used this way by the evil bastard, but his body
responds all the same. His dick swells to its maximum, turns a deep
shade of purple, and blasts out another load while Javier continues
to thrust into him. Hands come out of nowhere to collect his spent
cum and rub it into Joey's face. Fingers dip into his mouth and Joey
willingly tastes his own cum.

And then Javier is cumming. His veins pop out in almost-comical
relief and his body grows rigid in the seconds preceding his
release. Javier sighs repeatedly as he blasts his wad into Joey's
guts, capping off all the other men's loads. It is only after he has
come down off his fuck high that he is able to pull himself away from
the stud and marvel at his handiwork. He smiles confidently, knowing
he has successfully broken the stud.

All ready to go again, the black ex-con shows incredible strength by
throwing Joey over his shoulder and whisking him off to the bed
room. Tossing Joey across the bed where Javier sleeps with his
sister, the black man fucks Joey once again. When he has finished
the uncut Puerto Rican takes another turn. Tito is up next, this
time sitting his fat ass on Joey's face and making him do what he'd
done earlier to Javier. All night long the men take their turns,
some singly, some paired up. Father and son make a sandwich of Joey,
both their big black dicks stuffed up his ass at the same time. By
the time the rooster crows in the morning, Joey has been fucked
multiple times in both orifices.

Javier tosses him his clothes and watches with masochistic delight as
Joey struggles to dress himself. While the other men lay around the
apartment, sleeping off the night's activities, he lets Joey out the
back door. Before Joey descends the three stairs to the sidewalk he
tells him that there will be another party next weekend where they
will be expecting a larger crowd. Joey raises his eyes up to Javier,
a silent pleading evident in his hazel orbs. Javier responds with an
evil shit-eating sneer. Dejected, Joey turns and slowly makes his
way to his truck, knowing he has become the other man's sex slave.



"Never! I'd never do that!" Joey snarled at Javier. "You can't
make me!"

"Just the opposite, Joseph," Javier responded sarcastically. "You'll
do all the shit I tell you to do from now on. If I tell you to get
down on all fours and let the neighbor's German Shepherd ride your
ass, you'll fuckin' do it."

Joey was filled with revulsion. "I will not!"

"Yes you will, Joseph," Javier continued, "unless you wants everybody
to know 'bout your appetites down to the glory holes. You're even
gonna be my best man when I decide to marry your fuckin' little
sister. I been thinkin' all about the wedding night. I'm gonna
slip her some "x", get her all fucked up and naked in bed. Then I'm
gonna move aside and you're gonna take over. You're gonna fuck shit
out of your own sister, Joseph!"

That was too much for Joey. He lunged at Javier, slamming the sleazy
Puerto Rican against the car. Clutching a hand full of his jacket,
Joey raised a big fist in the air to settle things for once and for
all. But the sound of his name being called from behind him in a
feminine voice stayed the assault.

"Here comes Sammy, cute little thing, isn't she? I'd like to fuck
her. Would you like to fuck her, too, Joseph? Thanks to you, now
she's gonna have all kinds of questions about why you're molesting me
and shit. What you gonna say, Joseph? Shall we tell her why?"

"You sonofabitch!" Joey shouted through clenched teeth as he unhanded
Javier and stepped back.

"Guys, what's going on?" Samantha asked.

"Nothing!" Joey shouted. "Get back inside the house."

"Well, obviously it's nothing," Sammy persisted. "Tracy's watching
from the window and you've got her upset. And probably others are
watching, too. You're lucky if someone doesn't call the police."

"Not to worry, Sammy," Javier replied good-naturedly. "Joey and I
just are having a disagreement. We do that a lot, don't we, Joe?"

Joey failed to respond. His fists were clenched tight at his sides
and the blood was boiling in his veins.

Sammy placed a hand on Javier's arm and motioned him away. "C'mon,
Jav, let's you and me go get a drink somewhere."

"No!" Joey shouted. "Don't go anywhere with him."

"I'm a big girl, Joey. You go inside to your wife."

"I think I will have that drink," Javier said, but his eyes were on
Joey. "Maybe a little conversation, too. I'll see you in a couple
of days. Right, Joey?"

Joey was caught. What else could be do? If Javier told Samantha
what he knew she would most certainly reveal it to Tracy.
Reluctantly he forced himself to say, "Right."

"Good, Joey, very good," Javier smiled from ear to ear and slapped a
hand against Joey's bicep. "I knew we could come to an
understanding." Then, to Samantha, "Now how `bout that drink?"

Breathing heavily with repressed anger, Joey watched them walk across
the lot to Samantha's car. As the vehicle pulled away Javier shot
Joey a victorious smile and a small wave. With nostrils flaring
angrily, Joey clenched and unclenched his hands. He couldn't trust
Javier not to spill the beans to Samantha, especially if he had a few
drinks down him. He was of a mind to hop into his pick up, follow
them to the watering hole and make certain Samantha learned nothing
from Javier. And then he stopped to think. He wasn't the sharpest
knife in the drawer, but Joey had enough sense to know that Javier
wouldn't jeopardize the sick plan he'd just laid out. And revealing
Joey's secret sex trysts would remove the power of blackmail. Still,
Joey didn't like his wife's best friend socializing with the sneaky,
sleazy Puerto Rican.

Dejectedly he turned toward the building and slowly made his way up
the walk, thinking over in his mind how he would explain the
altercation to his wife. Then he would decide how to deal with
Javier. Would he truly be forced to go through with everything the
sick bastard desired from him? With a lump in his throat he put his
hand on the knob and stepped into the condo.



Raymond Giagianno didn't mind the chill winter temperatures.
Currently, he was out in the garage buffing his prized Mustang
convertible wearing a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, sleeves rolled
up past his elbows. Cathy, his wife, was in the house washing the
dinner dishes while his three youngest children entertained
themselves in the family room. His eldest son, sixteen-year-old
R.J., was out in the backyard shed.

Ray was awfully proud of R.J., and not just because of his high
school athletic achievements. R.J. had selflessly taken school nerd
Charlie Fitzpatrick under his wing and was single handedly coaching
the boy in weight training. At first Ray had been a little
concerned; Charlie seemed a little effeminate when they first met.
But a kind of change had come over Charlie since he'd been hanging
around with R.J. His wiry body had beefed up a bit and was showing
some signs of teenage musculature. He now wore his hair like the
other teens his age and had ditched wire-rimmed eyeglasses for
contact lenses. And his whole demeanor was more masculine. Heck,
the kid even talked sports, although Ray could tell he was new to the
scene. Ray proudly credited his son with all the improvements in the
other boy.

He often thought of checking up on the two in the shed to gauge
R.J.'s mentoring. From the rapid improvement in Charlie's physique,
it seemed to Ray that his son might be guilty of pushing Charlie too
hard. But then he decided against it. R.J. might be miffed by his
father intruding on his pet project. And whatever they were doing
out there didn't seem to be hurting Charlie none. Better that he
keep his distance and let the boys do their own thing.

Stepping back to admire his handiwork Ray's attention was diverted to
the door leading into the house. A squeaky hinge had alerted him to
someone coming out there. He'd meant to oil the damned thing weeks
ago and kept putting it off. A smile crossed Ray's handsome face
when his younger brother, Joey, stepped into the garage.

"Joe! What you doin' here?" he asked, stepping across to take his
brother in his arms for a masculine hug.

"Hey, Ray," Joey responding, averting his eyes to the cement floor.

"Joey, what's wrong?" Ray asked, taking his brother's chin in one
hand and lifting his head. "You got that look like you had when you
were a kid and done something wrong."

Joey looked away and released a deep sigh, unable to find the words
he'd practiced all the way over to his brother's house.

Ray's big hands were on Joey's shoulders, and then one came around
the back of his younger brother's neck. "Joey, dude, c'mon. You
know you can tell me. I'm your brother. Somethin's wrong. Is it
fuckin' Tracy again?"

Joey shook his head. "No, no. Well, not really, anyhow."

"Then what is it, bro?"

Joey took a deep breath, then let it out. "I can tell you anythin',
right, Ray? And you ain't gonna get pissed at me? Right?"

"Of course, Joey," Ray said with a nervous laugh. "I love you, bro.
But, wh-what did you do, Joe?"

Joey hesitated. More than anything he wanted to turn on his heel and
dash out of the place. But he knew he couldn't handle Javier on his
own. He needed the help of someone else. If Stosh had been in town
he'd have gone to his boss and laid out the predicament, but Stosh
was off in Poland on his annual family vacation. The only other
person he could trust with his embarrassing problem was his beloved
older brother.

Steeling himself, Joey began, "Ray, I've gotten myself into some
trouble. Big trouble.."