Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2016 13:30:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon Royale <jon_royale@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray 24

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #24: SOUTHERN COMFORT
JRoyale
May 2011

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Jessup Waring tucked his hands behind his head, raised both long legs and
crossed ankles to rest his big feet on the desk before him.  Leaning back
in the plush chair of the manager's office his green eyes took in the
artwork on the richly paneled walls, mostly of automobiles, and the large
poster board containing various letters of commendation.  He snorted in
distaste; soon they'd all be coming down---the letters, at least.  There
would be a new sheriff in town, soon as he could find one.

Waring hated the confinement of offices, much as he hated his own name.
Jessup was a family name.  Belonged to his great-great grandfather, the old
sonofabitch who'd started the dynasty.  The name itself gave visions of
some gnarled fuck.  At thirty-nine years of age, Jessup was hardly an old
man. When he was a child his mother attempted to comfort him by pointing
out the merits of having an old family name and the dignity inherent with
it.  That was all well and good, but it did little to appease the
wise-asses at school who liked to cajole him about such a "sissy" name.
The idea finally came to him to shorten the bitch to just plain Jess.  It
was a strong name, manly, and he liked it.  Took an awful long time to
convince the folks to adopt the nick name.  Hell, to this day they just
couldn't seem to get it right.

Jess was the sole off-spring of Peter and Marjorie Waring and heir apparent
to the sizeable fortune they'd amassed.  In actually it was Marjorie's
family who had the money; Peter was just the lucky Joe who'd married into
it---and sucked up to his father-in-law for a piece of the pie.  The family
had been in the automobile business since the late '20s when the senior
Jessup started doing auto maintenance on old jalopies around the
neighborhood.  He repaired many a Ford Model A, Cadillac and even some
Austin Seven's straight through the Great Depression.  An injury suffered
in battle at the beginnings of World War II limited his agility, but Jessup
took pride in tutoring his young son Theodore into becoming a full-scale
mechanic.  Theodore, an enterprising boy, eventually took the service from
back yard auto repairs to a full scale garage and used car lot.  Theodore
eventually passed the business on to his son Philip, Marjorie's father.

When Philip assumed control of the place circa '86 the business really
began to flourish.  Purchasing adjacent property, Philip expanded into full
scale new auto sales with an upscale shop boasting the same reliable repair
work his grandfather had offered.  Soon the entire business was expanding,
first with a showroom/garage in Philadelphia and another following on its
heels in nearby Delaware.

Philip had the Midas Touch.  By the early '90s the company grew
considerably, with no less than eight auto malls in various locations along
the north east.  The family was rolling in dough. Sadly, however, Philip's
health began to rapidly deteriorate.  With no male heir to pass the family
business on to, Philip placed responsibility in the hands of his son-in-law
Peter.  Marjorie had met Peter in the upstate New York location where he
worked as a mechanic.  Over the years he'd graduated from grease monkey to
office executive under the tutelage of his father-in-law.  The transition
was an easy one with Peter easily taking over Vice-Presidency and, upon
Philip's death, Presidency of the company.

From the time he was a young boy Jess enjoyed hanging out in the shop and
helping out however he could.  He developed a real aptitude for auto
mechanics and, by his mid-teens, knew just as much as any seasoned veteran.
Jess was something of a rebellious youth, always seeming to find himself in
one scrape or another.  He had little interest in school and was considered
something of a tough.  He ran with the "bad boys", often necessitating
Peter and Marjorie's visit to the School Principal's office.  The only real
positive influences on Jess' life came from the camaraderie he shared with
the fellas down at the auto repair shop.

Jess was barely seventeen when he knocked up Katie Lindstrom, a sweet young
thing with a puppy dog love for the handsome, brooding tough guy.  It cost
Peter a pretty penny to get his son out of that mess, although Katie
ultimately miscarried the fetus anyway.  He repeatedly tried to impress
upon Jess how their wealth made them easy targets for extortion, but Jess
was always a tough sale and wound up on the wrong side of the law many more
times over the years.

Marriage and fatherhood was the only thing that forced Jess into leaving
behind his rebellious past.  Betsy Hillinger was every bit as much a
diamond-in-the-rough as himself.  After a short courtship they married and,
less than a year later, produced their first son.  Jess proved to be a much
better father than husband.  He was totally devoted to his son---just as he
was devoted to random pussy.  He'd had his first piece of ass at twelve and
still wasn't done sampling whatever happened to come along.  At first,
Betsy only suspected but, after a conspiratorial stake-out with one of her
girlfriends, caught him red-handed.  They had a huge row over it. In a
dramatic show Betsy packed up their son and left but, finding she just
couldn't live without the big handsome lug, returned a few weeks later.
They made up, Jess swearing he'd never cheat on her again.  Jess quickly
learned to be more careful with his dalliances.  He wasn't about to ignore
the call of his cock.

Jess, now master mechanic at the upstate New York location, soon sired
another son.  Then a daughter.  Legitimately.  Impressed with the
responsible changes in his son over the years (and totally unaware of his
philandering ways) Peter promoted him to management.  While Jess' heart
remained in the grease pit, traveling around their eight locations on the
east coast to oversee the operations provided him with many opportunities
to sample local pussy.  Standing nearly 6'3" with a handsome face, chiseled
clefted jaw and a solid athletic build, Jess had little problem finding
companionship on his overnight stays.

It was on a stormy winter's night in '98 when his sex life took an
interesting and highly unexpected turn.  His flight had been canceled due
to the snowy conditions and, with accommodations few, Jess was forced to
hole up in a low-rent hotel on the sleazier side of town.  He'd managed to
secure a six-pack from a corner liquor store and, bored to shit, finished
it off in a couple of hours.  Muttering to himself at the predicament he
sauntered over to the window.  Raising the dusty blinds he absently stared
out into the wintry night.  The road below was completely snow covered.
One damned fool who had risked venturing out in the storm had his car stuck
in nearly a foot of the white powder and was trying unsuccessfully to
extricate himself from the hopeless predicament.  Poor slob, Jess thought,
he'd better try and get himself a room in this shit hole hotel right now
before none remained.

A flashing neon light a little further up the roadway caught Jess' eye just
as he was about to step away.  Even through the driving snow he could make
out the word "BAR".  The fact that the light was illuminated must mean the
establishment was open for business.  Sure beat sitting here in this rat
trap.  Without a second thought Jess shoved stockinged feet into
Timerlands, donned his coat and headed out into the stormy night.

The short trip across the street proved to be a tough one as Jess trudged
along, nearly knee deep in the heavy snow.  He was glad to step inside the
dimly lit place and feel the comforting warmth of heat.  The place looked
to be like every other old neighborhood watering hole.  The long, heavy
wood bar stretched across one side of the narrow place, a huge, smoky
mirror covering the wall behind it.  All sorts of bottles containing an
assortment of liquors were scattered across the shelf at the base of the
mirror, which also housed an old-fashioned cash register.  There were about
a dozen swivel stools in front of the bar and three tables with chairs set
out on the floor of the small place.  A neon-lighted juke box in one corner
played some 70s disco tune while a green felt-covered pool table under a
low light took up space on the opposite end of the room.

Business was obviously slow from the looks of things.  Other than himself,
there were only three patrons in the place.  And the bartender, of course.
Jess sidled up to the bar and ordered a draft from the middle-aged man,
curious at the odd look the bar keep gave him.  Hefting himself onto one of
the stools he gave a polite nod to the dude three seats away while he
waited for his drink.  The stranger must have taken it for an invitation to
shoot the shit because no sooner had Jess looked away than the man was
occupying the stool next to him.

"Shitty night," the stranger said in a deep, masculine voice.

"You got that right!" Jess replied.  "Didn't plan to be stuck here in this
town overnight."

"You never been here before?" he man asked, surprised.

"No," Jess offered, taking a sip of his just-served beer.  "In town on
business.  Was supposed to be flying out tonight but all flights canceled
'cos of the fuckin' storm."

"Tough break!" the stranger sighed.  Offering a hand, he announced, "I'm
Lou."

Jess took the big, working man's hand and responded, "Jess."

"Nice ta meet ya, Jess."  He took a swallow from his own mug then, wiping
suds from his upper lip, went on, "Guess you never been here before."

Jess shook his head.  "No, man.  Stayin' at the Carlton, across the
street."

Lou slapped a beefy thigh.  "That shit hole!  I been there a couple times.
Ain't the best in town, let me tell you."

Jess snorted, a knowing grin turning up the corners of his mouth.  "About
all I could get.  With the fuckin' storm everything else is filled up
tonight.  Turns out its a good break I was even able to get that."

They carried on a casual conversation for several minutes.  Jess was
grateful to have someone to pass the time with and the man, Lou, seemed
friendly enough.  His attention was suddenly diverted by a loud whoop from
the direction of the pool table, where one young man had obviously bested
his competition.  Jess' green eyes opened wide when one slapped the other
on the bottom and planted a kiss on his lips.

Jess slapped Lou on a strong arm.  "Did you see that shit, man?  They must
be queers over there."

Lou's stubbled face broke into a smile.  There was a twinkle in his eyes as
he told him, "Didn't you know,man?  This here's a gay bar."

Shock registered on Jess' face.  "No fuckin' way!  You kiddin' me, dude?
I'm in a fuckin' queer bar?"

"Damned right you are," Lou laughed.  "Guess I shouldn't have expected
you'd know.  I mean, you bein' a stranger and all, how could you?"

Jess' brow knitted as a thought passed through his head.  "But, like, what
are you----doin' here?"

Lou's knowing smile told it all.

"You're shittin' me, right?"  Jess asked, incredulous.  "You don't seem
like you're, you know, queer."

Lou threw his head back on his big oxen-like neck.  "You been doin' pussy
too long, man.  First off, "queer" is somethin' they said back in your
grand-daddy's day.  Second, there's a lot of man play goin' on these days
between guys who don't fit the mold of your stereotypical gay. You into
baseball, football? Bet some of your favorite sports figures dabble from
time to time."

"No shit," Jess breathed, downing the rest of his beer.  "I wouldn't have
known, dude."

"Let me get you another, friend," Lou said, signaling the bar keep.  "Since
you ain't going no where, and I ain't goin' no where, we might as well
drink and bullshit."

Over the course of the next hour or so Jess learned that Lou was a
cross-country truck driver who frequented this spot.  He entertained Jess
with a bevy of stories from the road.  Turned out the man wasn't
one-hundred percent homo after all.  Had himself a wife and a couple of
kids out in Kentucky whom he stopped in on along his travels from time to
time.  Mostly he got his pussy and ass along the highway.  Jess was
astonished to learn of the existence of known glory holes in rest stops all
along the interstate highways and the good ole time Lou had in them.  Lou
was a spirited conversationalist, quite the entertaining fellow, and Jess
found himself liking him.

Six or seven beers later Lou was accompanying Jess back to the Carlton
where he introduced the auto executive to the pleasures of man-to-man sex.
Horny from listening to the big, bearded guy's stories and uninhibited from
all the beer, Jess allowed the burly fellow to suck his stud cock.  It was
a first for Jess.  Never in his wildest imaginings would he have
entertained the thought of another dude going down on him.  Yet there he
was with his big dick playing now-ya-see-it-now-ya-don't in the warm, wet
mouth of the macho trucker.  Lou gave him the deluxe treatment, snorting
and slurping as he feasted on the formerly straight cock.  Blessed with ten
thick inches Jess had rarely before seen anybody take his entire hog down
to the root, but Lou effortlessly buried it in his whiskered face.

The trucker was a dynamo, giving him a rough and dirty suck job.  He chewed
on Jess' sweaty ball bag until those nads ached, then he lifted the married
man's muscular legs and attacked his ass hole.  Lou slobbered all over the
musky man hole, grunting like a pig chewing its slop the whole while.
Jess' eyes shot wide open when the swollen tongue shoved its way inside him
and slithered about in his shit trench.  It was another first for Jess;
nobody had ever eaten him out before.  The hairy man face tickling his
spread butt cheeks while the wet tongue excavated his insides really turned
Jess on like never before.  "Fuck, yeah!" he shouted, grabbing hold of
Lou's shaven head and humping his stud ass against the other man's face.

And when Lou dropped himself onto Jess' prominent prong, spearing his hairy
hole in one quick motion, Jess thought he'd fly right off the bed.  Man ass
proved to be the warmest, tightest pussy he'd ever dipped into.  Lou rode
atop him as if saddled on a bucking bronco, taking the full length of Jess'
cockasaurous with each downward plunge.  Jess' muscular body writhed about
on the crumpled sheets, man sweat oozing from his every pore.  They were
both swearing a string of obscenities as they bodies thrashed together.
Lou's hairy cock danced right before him, a string of excited pre-cum oozed
from the chunky piss hole and dripped down onto Jess' flat, furry belly.
On impulse, Jess grabbed hold of the hot, pulsing member and feverishly
jerked on it while Lou bounced up and down on his ten incher.  They both
came in a mind blowing explosion of lust, Jess scalding Lou's insides with
waves of molten cum while Lou blasted his hot load all over Jess' hairy
chest and belly.

Jess' sexual horizons expanded considerably from that night on.  He was no
longer confined to searching out cunt to satisfy his hormonal cravings.
There was plenty of man ass around when pussy wasn't readily available.
There was a gay bar in close proximity to nearly every one of the auto mall
locations.  All Jess had to do was walk in the door and the men were
attracted to him like flies to shit.  Unless he was terribly horny and
couldn't find any one butcher, Jess usually shook off the effeminate types.
It was the big, well-built and masculine types like himself that Jess
wanted to pound.  It gave him a real feeling of power to take on a man who
could easily be his equal.  He fiercely pounded their asses raw and shot
their guts full of his man cream, then shared a cigar with his fucked out
mate.  Other than the muscle-clad leather stud who had Jess do things to
him that no person should ever do to another, his kinkiest experience thus
far had been with the blond cross-dresser he'd picked up in Delaware.  It
was a real hoot to abuse the hole of a dude dressed up and smelling like a
pretty good-looking babe.

At his father's request Jess was currently stationed at the New Jersey
location for an undetermined length of time.  Peter Waring was concerned
with the loss of revenue over the past few months at this particular
location.  He'd arrived yesterday morning, situated himself in a nearby
hotel and made his way to the auto mall.  In short order he determined the
crux of the problem lay with shoddy management and proceeded to
unceremoniously fire the man in charge.  With that task completed he
ordered an emergency meeting of all key personnel and laid out his agenda
for turning the place around and increasing profits.  From prior visits he
knew most of the employees to be a fairly decent lot.  A great many of them
had been in the Waring employ for years.  Jess had a particularly good
rapor with Stan, who managed the service center.  It surprised no one when
Jess frequently stripped off his starched white shirt and assisted them
with repairs while visiting the shop.  He also enjoyed taking lunch and
shooting the shit with Ray Giagianno, the good-looking sonofabitch in
charge of purchasing.  Like Jess, Giagianno was more interested in getting
under a hood than sitting behind an office desk.

Until he hired a new manager for the place Jess knew he'd have to helm the
post.  As he sat there relaxing in the office he thought ahead to his plans
for the evening.  Always ready for a fuck, Jess had his eye on a cute young
girl down at the reception desk.  The way she'd appraised him when they
were introduced told Jess it would be a cinch to get into her panties.  If
that didn't pan out he'd spend some time in the hotel bar.  There was
usually some female traveler lonely for a little male attention.  If all
else failed only a short distance down the highway was an adult boutique
complete with viewing booths in the back.  Since establishment never
pestered the clientele---and often times joined in on the sex fun---it was
a haven for a quick fix.  Jess had gotten his big man cock sucked on many
an occasion through the crude glory holes to each side of the booths and
had hauled the occasional lucky winner right into the cubicle with him for
a down and dirty ass fuck.

Jess' big hand went down to cup the bulge growing in the front of his
pants.  Damn straight, he was horny!  Not like that was anything new, of
course.  Jess was ready for action at any time.  He considered hauling out
his junk right there in the office and pumping off a load in preparation
for the debauchery awaiting him tonight but decided to hold off so as not
to diminish the pleasure of his later orgasm.  He'd been clearing out the
manager's desk and tossing out most of his shit in preparation for the new
guy, whoever that turned out to be.  It was now well past five o'clock.
Jess suddenly realized that pretty little thing at the main desk would have
gone home for the evening.  If not tonight, there was always tomorrow to
treat her to a special fucking.  He just knew she'd be damned fine in his
bed.

Almost disinterestedly Jess used the remote on the desk to power on the
bank of monitors mounted on the wall to his right.  The stellar security
system boasted cameras in various locations: several in the showroom, many
on the lot and some in the repair shop.  Casually flipping through the
various vantage points he observed a newer salesman making his pitch to a
middle-aged couple in the lot while, on another camera, a veteran salesman
looked to be sealing a deal at his desk in the show room.  With another
flick of the monitor buttons he observed the interior of the wide
maintenance area, now closed up for the day.  All repair work was done by
five on a daily basis, excluding Sunday, and everyone had cleared out.
Just out of curiosity he allowed the camera to rotate around the interior
of the place, taking stock of the vehicles held overnight for repair.  He
was just about to move on when a sudden movement from a far corner of the
screen caught his eye.

Hastily switching to a camera more accessible to that area Jess' jaw
dropped at what he saw.  Quickly sitting up in the swivel chair he adjusted
the camera for a closer view of the scenario being played out behind a
silver Camry.  A lecherous smile broke across his square jaw and he once
again reached for the beast in his pants which had suddenly reawakened.






Sammy Smithfield took a liking to the kid first time he met him.  Who could
have guessed that less than one month on the job he'd be fucking him once,
sometimes twice, a week.  As master mechanic in the auto mall's
maintenance/repair shop he quickly took the twenty-one year old newbie
under his wing and showed him the ropes.  Kid was really interested in
fixing up cars, said he always wanted to be part of the pit crew at the
races.  He knew an awful lot already but Sammy was always able to show him
something new.  They became a team, working on the vehicle together.  Kid's
name was Larry.  Sammy was sure he'd been told the last name, but he didn't
really give a fuck about that.  As they took coffee and munched on donuts
or scarfed up sandwiches at lunch, Sammy learned more about the kid.

With deeply embedded Southern roots, Larry hailed from Macon, Georgia.  His
visit to the northeast was originally only supposed to be temporary.  His
buddy's uncle's work had moved north and the man needed someone to drive
his car while he helmed the rental truck containing all his earthly
belongings.  Out of work Larry eagerly accepted the job.  Although the
older man was fatigued after the long drive Larry felt the need to unwind.
Borrowing the man's car, he found a hopping club in this distant town.  It
was there he met Lisa.  Attracted to the handsome Southern boy she came on
to him like gang busters.  A couple of hours later they found themselves
rumpling the sheets in a cheap motel room.  Even though they traded
numbers, Larry never really thought he'd hear from her again.

After three months he got the call.  Lisa was knocked up and charged him to
be the father.  Grappling with his conscience Larry eventually did the only
thing he felt he could do.  Packing his bags he boarded a train for New
Jersey and assumed responsibility for his actions.  He found himself a job
pumping gas at a local service station and some six months later became
father to a baby girl.  He and Lisa weren't married and didn't plan to be.
Some time along the course of the pregnancy they both realized they didn't
even care for each other.  But now they were stuck together.  Larry got
them an apartment in the shacky area down by the marina and found himself a
more lucrative job at the auto mall, although he still worked part-time at
the service station on the weekends in order to pay for baby formula.

Larry was a fine-looking boy.  Standing at about six feet he had a nicely
trim body with a showing of decent musculature on his arms.  His sandy hair
was longish, grazing his collar, parted at the side and falling low across
his forehead and over one eye.  Kid was constantly tossing it back making
Sammy, him own dome shaved entirely bald, wonder why in hell he just didn't
cut it.  Yet the older man had to admit to himself it was a fine head of
hair, shiny and looking the texture of corn silk.  The kid had the
smoothest looking skin, could easily have gone a couple days without
shaving---and often times did.  His pretty doe-shaped eyes were a deep
shade of green and gave off a look of innocence, although Sammy soon found
out otherwise.

It happened three weeks into Larry's employ.  Quitting time had come around
but Sammy was determined to finish up replacing an exhaust system on the
old Corolla they'd been working at all day.  He told Larry to go on home
but Larry, none to anxious to get home to the girl friend and baby,
insisted he stay.  Between the both of them they managed to complete the
job in half an hour's time.  After washing up at the basin in the
designated area they both had need to relieve their bladders.  Chatting
amiably they made their way to the employee rest room just off the
maintenance shop.  Tearing open his overalls right down to the crotch,
Sammy hefted out his equipment and immediately began splashing a strong
stream against the stained porcelain of the urinal.  Larry followed suit,
hastily unbuttoning just the bottom few of his own work uniform and freeing
his young, randy cock.  Soon piss was flying from both dicks and turning
the water separate shades of yellow.

Sammy wasn't sure exactly what it was, just some sort of feeling that made
him glance over at the kid.  He was somewhat startled to realize that Larry
was looking right down at his pissing cock with wondrous, sultry eyes.  And
what's more the kid's tongue was working like crazy, slipping out from
between his pursed pink lips like a serpent's.  Glancing downward, Sammy
was even further surprised to notice that Larry's nice five-incher was
rapidly filling out.  The kid was getting aroused watching him take a piss!

In his deep, gravely voice Sammy said, "You like lookin' at my dick, kid?"

Non-plussed, Larry's doe eyes looked up at Sammy's mug for a moment before
returning to gaze at the man cock and the stream of urine now beginning to
taper off.  His own flow had stopped and his dick was already half hard.
"Looks like a good one," he offered.

"Shoot, it ain't nuthin' right now," Sammy snorted.  "I'm what ya call a
grower.  Maybe don't get as long as what you got goin' on there, but gets
real fuckin' fat.  A real pussy pleaser!"

Larry just stood there staring at the chunk of man meat.  His wet tongue
worked his upper lip and swirled around the corner while his fingers
encircled his mostly rigid prick and began slowly massaging it right there
in front of the older man.

Without another thought Sammy grabbed the kid by the scruff of his neck and
forced him down to his knees on the floor in front of him.  Larry wasted no
time swallowing the chunkie sausage into his mouth.  In a few minutes his
green eyes widened in shock and he mumbled what sounded like a protest, but
he failed to extricate himself from the tasty beef.  Sammy chuckled.  He
was rock hard now, his wicked dick puffed up to its full proportions.  The
kid wouldn't have to worry about swallowing any of it down his throat, but
the soda can width of the thing and the apple-sized head was enough to
startle anybody.

Larry sucked like his life depended on it.  Sammy was impressed with his
technique.  The kid was obviously high on his cock.  It sure wasn't the
first time young Larry had given head.  His tongue swirled over and around
the bloated meat and his twitching lips teased the thick root as he sloshed
waves of warm spit over it and gave it the treatment.  Sammy quickly felt
the cum boiling in his balls and was pretty sure he'd be feeding the kid
his load in record time.

Suddenly Larry unplugged his face and gave the fat throbber a few strokes
with his hand while he gazed at it with wonder etched on his cute face.  "I
want it up my ass," he announced in his deep Southern drawl.  "Fuck me with
this fat dick!"  He got up from his knees to wriggle out of his uniform and
turned to slap his hands against the tiled wall, planted his legs wide
apart and thrust his Southern ass out at Sammy.

Sammy's prong did an excited jump when he got a look at those two smooth,
hard pear-shaped melons jutting out toward him.  With a deep, masculine
growl he crouched down low on his haunches, pried apart the tight crack and
gazed at the kid's sweet, pink hole.  It was a thing of beauty, like a
little jewel embedded there in a nest of the finest Georgia peach fuzz.
Sammy attacked it with his tongue, slobbering over the quivering man-button
and making young Larry squirm with exquisite passion.  When he was sure he
had it nice and slick he came up, took hold of his fat stud prick and
rubbed it against the hot hole.

"Fuck me, man!" Larry panted breathlessly.  Sammy knew the kid was hot for
it.  He had a hunch the Southern boy would be nearly as good as that ethnic
buck he'd fucked last summer at the purchasing exec's barbecue.  In fact,
it was the guy's younger brother, a muscular married dude who sure liked
taking dick rough and hard.  Sammy didn't know what it was about these
married guys craving cock like bitches in heat, but he sure wasn't one to
argue against it.  Not when he was getting to tap some of the finest asses
in town.

Pressing one grease-stained hand into Larry's back and wrapping the other
around his mid-section, Sammy drove his fat hog through the kid's sphincter
muscle and filled him with cock.  Larry let out a deep, almost painful,
moan and beat his fists against the wall.  Sammy took that as an invitation
to fuck.  Pulling his man-sized meat from the gripping chasm only to
crudely shove it back in he proceeded to pound young Larry's hole like a
dog in rut.  Larry took every thrust like a pro, visibly shivering each
time it hit that pleasure spot deep inside him.

They became instant fuck buddies, using the after-hours service shop as
their own personal playground.  Larry's ass hole itched for Sammy's thick
prodder and the older man knew it, purposely holding him at bay for a
number of days until he finally laid it on him.

It had now been over a week since they'd last mated and both men were
boiling over with need and desire.  Larry could read in Sammy's eyes that
today would be the day.  And he was more than ready for some more of the
tattooed mechanic's thick throbber.  He found himself constantly looking at
the clock high on the wall of the shop, counting down the half-hours until
quitting time.  Even after five some of the other mechanics were still
milling around, causing Larry's anxiousness to mount.  Sammy appeared cool
as a fucking cucumber, which drove Larry positively nuts.  He knew the man
wanted a piece of his ass just as much as he wanted that hole-stretcher all
the way up in him.

Finally the last man was out.  Sammy had long ago taken responsibility for
locking the place up, allowing their manager to skip out and make it home
in time for dinner.  Quickly securing all the bays he crossed the floor to
where Larry stood and, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, hauled him
over behind the Camry Huck Johnson had been working on most of the day.
His heart racing, Larry wasted little time stripping himself buck naked
while Sammy did the same.  Taking charge, Sammy wheeled Larry around and
shoved him against the car.  Larry's hands grasped the silver fender as
Sammy kicked his legs wide, clawed his tight shiny globes apart and spat
onto his winking hole. With a low growl the heavily tattooed mechanic took
a firm hold on Larry's trim waist and dragged his boner between the young
stud's fuzzy buns. The fine hairs framing the sweet twitching raisin
delightfully tickled his blazing erection. Filled with undeniable lust,
Sammy placed the horse-like knob of his prick against Larry's lusty hole
and pushed.

Out of some sense of self-preservation the hot, puckered asshole feebly
attempted to resist the assault.  The hot lips quivered around the
apple-sized dick head slowly sinking between them.  Whimpering sexily,
Larry bit down hard on his lower lip and squeezed his doe eyes tightly
shut.  Tiny tears formed at the corners.  As many times as he'd been
skewered by Sammy's cock the past few months he was never fully prepared
for the awesome thickness of the thing.  The head alone was as wide as a
can of Coke! His sphincter muscle hungrily clutched at the fleshy
pronounced rim of the sizeable helmet while Sammy briefly paused to allow
his cock's eye to take a quick peek in young Larry's love box.

White hot heat washed over Sammy's sizeable glans causing his entire rod to
throb with an animal passion. A primal need burned in his loins, urging him
to sink his wet weapon deeper into the convulsing man-cunt.  Larry's groan
was almost painful as his pink pucker was stretched outrageously by the
maddening girth of the wicked thing. Sammy didn't stop until his groin was
flush against Larry's perfectly parted pear-like cheeks.  Larry's inner ass
muscles gripped hold of him, the mushy membranes wrapping themselves around
his heavily pulsing fuck stick. But Sammy didn't give the flexing fuck box
enough time to claim his cock as its own.  Gliding his hands up and down
Larry's tapered back he took hold of one broad shoulder and, grasping the
Kid around his midsection, roughly tucked him in closer.  Sammy drew his
fat cock back out of the fiery fuck tunnel until the thick cunt lips were
twitching around his blooming mushroom and then shoved it home again.

Larry felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when the meaty schlong
bottomed out in his hot anal orifice.  His shitter tried like hell to clamp
down on the fat member but Sammy was savagely slamming in and pulling out,
stirring up Larry's guts and causing illicit thrills to delight his young
body.  Out of nowhere Larry remembered the time he was ten and spied on his
perverted hillbilly cousin Ralphie Joe getting mounted by his German
Shepherd. Once that dog cock was in, Ralphie Joe was stuck on it until the
beast had unloaded himself in the hick's ass.  It was the way he now felt
about his own plight.  Once that huge cock head of Sammy's had breached his
hole there was no getting it out until the mechanic busted his nuts and
shrunk back to a releasable size.  Not that Larry was about to complain.
Ever since the time his backwoods Uncle Huckleberry had taken his ass at
the young age of thirteen Larry had been a whore for a hard cock.  Teaming
up with Sammy Smithfield had thus far been the best thing to happen to him
since departing the south.

"Oh, yeah," the good-looking younger man bellowed as he repeatedly slammed
a fist against the car.  "Fuck my ass but good!"  Sammy obliged by
increasing the speed of his thrusts, his hairy nuts swinging pendulously
between his parted thighs as he pumped into the hot Kid. He plowed as deep
as his cock would allow.  Releasing his hold around the young stud's waist
Sammy straightened up a bit and dug thick fingers into the trim sides of
the Kid, attempting to hold the bucking bronco in place while he savagely
skewered him. But as always, Larry proved to be an active participant in
the fuck, shoving his lusty ass back against the plunging cock.  He ground
his hips around when the thing was completely embedded inside him, sending
waves of ball-busting pleasure along the entire length of Sammy's hot rod.

The husky mechanic powerfully fucked his wide member into Larry's mushy ass
guts, knowing the younger man was loving it every bit as much as himself.
He couldn't quite figure how the Kid ended up with that bony bottle-blond
bitch and a whining baby when he craved cock up the ass more than anything
else.  Larry's rebel ass was a cunt made for fucking man style: rough and
hard. Sammy enjoyed the way those ass muscles clenched like a fist around
the wrist-thick cock, causing the reddened interior membrane to be dragged
outward on the out-stroke.  Obscene suctioning sounds echoed through the
deserted shop as Sammy's fat prick repeatedly fucked in and out of Larry's
cock-hungry hole, bringing them nearer to the ultimate in satisfaction with
each gut-wrenching stroke.

In the privacy of the manager's office, Jess was both shocked and aroused
by what he observed on the surveillance monitor in the repair shop. Those
two workers were fucking like dogs in heat!  Jess instantly recognized
Sammy Smithfield.  It was hard not to with all that ink on him.  Over
three-quarters of the beefy stud's body was covered in art, giving him an
almost menacing appearance.  Sammy was probably one of the best mechanics
the company employed.  A few years back they'd wanted to transfer him out
to one of their more lucrative locations, but Sammy was opposed to leaving
Jersey. Not wanting to lose such a valuable asset the company had relented
and left the man where he was happiest.

It took Jess a little while to place the younger stud, the one taking the
hard fuck. Zooming the camera in closer he eventually recalled seeing the
good-looking buck earlier on a tour of the shop.  Evidently he was a new
addition to the roster---and a damned fine one at that!  It was obvious the
Kid could really handle a wild man fuck, just the type Jess delivered.
Unzipping himself, Jess hauled out his hard slab of meat and stroked
himself with one hand while working the controls with the other.  For a
fleeting moment he considered getting up and locking the door but didn't
want to risk missing any of the hot action.

The camera roamed over Larry's tapered back and zeroed in on the target
zone.  Jess' eyes widened when he got a look at Sammy's truncheon in those
few seconds before it plunged back into the pretty asshole.

"Damn, look at that fat mother fucker!" he said aloud.  Chuckling
lasciviously he spat into his palm and began to work himself with more
earnest.  While he owned a good solid ten inches, Sammy Smithfield sure had
him beat in width.  Jess had never seen a dick that chunky before!  It just
served to make the scenario that much more enticing, knowing that the
handsome young man was taking such a gargantuan beast.  And beast was
exactly what Smithfield looked like with that shaved head, tattooed body
and hound dog's face.

Jess was enjoying spying on his employees engaged in a heated man fuck when
something suddenly caused his brow to furrow.  He could swear he'd seen a
shadow cross the couple's undulating, sweaty bodies.  Leaning forward he
worked the controls to draw the camera back until he saw what had caused
the shadow.  Someone else had entered the repair shop and was standing
there only a few feet away from them observing the pair.  Suddenly Sammy
and his fuck buddy were no longer alone!

In only a matter of seconds Sammy came out of his sex haze to glance across
Larry's writhing form and see the man standing on the other side of the
car.  The initial look of shock at discovery which registered on his pug
face soon gave way to a toothy smile as the two men exchanged words.  Larry
lifted his head to observe this newcomer, probably embarrassed as hell to
have been discovered like this but thoroughly unable to do anything about
it. Lifting one heavily-tattooed arm Sammy waved a gesture for the man to
come forward, obviously inviting him to join in the fuck fun.

Jess squirmed excitedly in his seat, never taking his eyes from the screen
as he slid his pants and briefs down to pool around his feet and resumed
jerking his cock.  The newcomer was unbuttoning his starched white shirt,
indicating that he'd accepted the bawdy invitation.  Jess' eyes flared as
he took in the muscular perfection of the stud slowly and tantalizingly
being revealed to him.  With the shirt off he moved closer to place it on
the hood of the car, displaying huge rounded shoulders, rock-solid mounds
of bicep muscle and massive, club-like forearms framed by a tight white
tank tee.  When the undergarment had been discarded Jess admired the dude's
powerful chest, the sculpted pectorals capped by large brown nipples.
Despite the thick tufts of dark hair under his armpits the hunk's upper
body was smooth, except for the smallest patch of hair dead center in the
deep valley of pec cleavage. Deeply defined obliques framed a rippling
abdominal structure, broken only by the deliciously indented navel and the
sudden swirl of dark hairs around it which trailed below the waist band of
the slacks he was now unfastening.

Kicking off shoes and socks the muscular hunk dropped his slacks to the
concrete floor and slipped out of his white briefs to momentarily stand
there in his naked glory.  "Sonofabitch!" Jess muttered as his eyes raked
over the physical perfection of the stud.  His legs were thick as the trunk
of a tree and, unlike his upper body, coated with dark manly hair, calves
huge and well-defined. Jess licked his lips when he took a gander at the
perfect specimen of man meat rising erect from the wealth of dark, manly
pubes covering his groin. It appeared to be every bit as big as his own,
with a perfectly molded head and a wealth of heavy veins throbbing beneath
its satiny surface. In total, this stud epitomized everything Jess craved
in another man.  When he padded on bare feet across the small expanse to
approach the others Jess was afforded the rear view of a strong, wide
tapered back and a solidly compact pair of nicely curved glutes with a hint
of man fur peeking from the deep crack.

A virtual river of pre-cum was oozing from his dick head and lazily gliding
down his stalk as Jess resumed working the controls and zeroing in on the
man's face.  He just had to know which of his employees was such a gorgeous
hunk of man out of his work clothes.  He was unable to control the sharp
intake of breath when the camera focused on the handsome features of the
man he'd taken lunch with only yesterday, purchasing manager Ray Giagianno!




Soon as the five o'clock whistle blew Ray tossed his pencil to the desk.
Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of the white shirt he
wore, the handsome office worker leaned back in the chair and stretched
muscular arms over head.  There wasn't an actual alarm announcing the end
of a long, arduous work day; it was the man's inner time clock alerting
him. The entire day had pretty much been a bitch-and-a-half.  There really
wasn't much doing at the auto mall.  Sales were down considerably and the
only thing doing any type of business was the repair shop.  People might
not always need to purchase a new set of wheels but servicing their
investment to obtain maximum longevity was crucial.

Amidst the tedium was the recent arrival of ownership in the person of old
man Waring's son.  No one was surprised by the immediate firing of the
general manager.  It was long over due.  But such actions made everyone
else wonder if they would be the next to face the chopping block.  Ray
wasn't especially concerned for himself.  He did his job and did it well.
Always had, even though his heart wasn't entirely in a desk job.  Truth be
known, he'd rather be down in the shop getting some grease under his nails
and doing what he loved best.  It was where he started out and where he'd
probably still be if he hadn't accepted the more lucrative purchasing
position.  But, with four children and a wife to support, income won out
over true desire.

Ray loved tooling around under a hood.  It was his favorite past time.
He'd completely rebuilt a classic Mustang, his most prized possession,
which was safely housed in the family garage.  Once a year, usually early
Spring, he took it for a spin and then spent hours buffing the exterior to
keep it in top notch condition.  While his wife, Cathy, had a difficult
time understanding her husband's obsession with a show car that rarely
traveled on pavement, she allowed him his indulgence.

On one of the man's impromptu visits a few years back Ray learned that Jess
Waring shared his interest.  It wasn't at all unusual for the wealthy heir
to strip off his shirt and drop into the pit to lend a hand in the shop.
Certainly the man had a hint of arrogance about him.  Most trembled when
the rich boy came calling.  But Ray sort of liked Jess.  Never got on his
high horse with Ray.  Never pulled any owner/boss bullshit.  When he came
bounding into Ray's office, tossing himself into a seat with one leg thrown
lazily across the arm rest and the other sprawled out in front of him they
were just two guys shooting the shit.  And it was rarely about business.
It was man talk.  Jess even expressed interest in dropping by Ray's home to
check out his 'Stang, but so far that hadn't transpired.

Accordingly, Ray wasn't terribly concerned with being a casualty in the
inevitable restructuring of the management team.  Lunch with Waring in the
mall commissary yesterday alleviated any trace of doubt he might have
harbored.  Jess assured him that he was in no danger of losing his job.
Still, Ray wasn't too crazy when Waring made an attempt to pick his brain
and learn about any more dead weight amid the present personnel and was
glad when the conversation shifted to a new shipment of cars arriving at
the end of the week. During their chat Jess confessed he'd be remaining at
the New Jersey location while he scouted out a replacement for the
terminated manager.  Ray figured he'd invite the guy over for a home cooked
meal one night, but kept the idea quiet until he'd had a chance to talk it
over with his wife.

Glancing at his watch Ray saw that it was ten past the hour and supposed
he'd better start the short commute home.  Cathy was never one to insist
upon a family dinner at a designated hour. Whoever was there at the time
ate and the late-comers got their meal reheated in the microwave.  But Ray
liked to at least attempt to make it home to sit down and sup with the
kids, although he couldn't remember the last time his eldest son RJ had
graced the table.  The popular seventeen-year-old athlete had many friends
and usually grabbed a bite at their homes after school, much to his
mother's displeasure.

Hastily clearing up his desk and powering off the laptop Ray shut off the
lights and locked the door behind him.  Heading down the hall way to the
sales floor and the main entrance an old familiar desire suddenly began
gnawing on him.  Suffering barely a moment of indecision he abruptly
altered course.  In a matter of a few short minutes he was fitting a key
from his ring into the lock of a door at the rear of the auto parts center
which led down to the service shop, totally unprepared for what he would
soon encounter there.

The familiar smell of the auto service station wafted up the metal
stairwell and pleasantly assailed his nostrils, reminding Ray of a more
enjoyable time in his employ.  Descending the steps he came upon the strong
door at the base with its one small window encased in wire mesh and pushed
it inward.  The door opened silently into his favorite place on the lot.
With hands dug deep in the pockets of his trousers Ray stood there for a
moment, taking a deep breath of the combined odors of grease, oil and fuel
and let his eyes roam about the area as far as he could see.  How he wished
it were still his domain instead of the confines of the office he occupied
daily.  He just wasn't the armchair warrior type; Ray was a hands on type
of guy.  This was where he belonged. It was the stuff for which he was
made.  It was what he loved most.

With a resigned sigh he began to turn back to the exit when his ears perked
at an unexpected sound he detected from somewhere in the cavernous
place. His thick brow wrinkled puzzledly and, turning to the direction from
which he'd thought it had come, Ray cautiously crossed the cement floor and
advanced. There it was again! Sounded something like a groan. The closer he
got to the location he realized it wasn't a single sound but a continuous
series of what now appeared to be deep grunts.  At first he'd been fearful
someone was hurt; now he had cause to wonder if something else wasn't going
on in the deserted place.

Rounding a heavy steel supporting column his attention was drawn to the
silver Camry stationed in the farthest bay.  Ray could see someone there
between that car and the blue Toyota mini van.  The fine dark hairs on his
club-like forearms stood on end as, like a moth drawn to a flame, his legs
propelled him over to the site.  With a fairly good idea of what was
happening, but still exercising a bit of caution, Ray kept a safe distance
as he came around the opposite side of the car.  With his heart thudding in
his chest Ray nearly choked when he saw it was Sammy Smithfield there in
all his naked tattooed glory slamming it to some longish haired buddy
valiantly clinging to the surface of the automobile.  The other buck's face
was hidden to Ray but he didn't need a face to see that the guy was really
enjoying the hot, torrid fuck at the hands of the gruff-looking mechanic.

Ray's observation only went on for a matter of seconds before Smithfield
noticed the other man standing there ogling them.  Registering only a
moment's fear at discovery, a wide smile spread across Sammy's bull-like
features at recognizing Giagianno.  Without losing the slightest fuck beat
he greeted, "Hey there, buddy."

"What's goin' on, Sammy?"  Then, cheeks dimpling with a knowing smile,
"Stupid question.  Don't bother answerin'."

Realizing they were no longer alone Larry lifted his head and tossed his
head so he could get a look at the intruder.  A blush reddened his
wholesome-looking face as the handsome hunk standing there looked at him
with obvious recognition.

Sammy made the introductions.  "You know Larry, right?  Kid's been workin'
here a few months.  I've been teachin' him everything I know down here.
Larry, meet Ray."

"H-how you doin', man?" Larry managed.

"Not doin' as good as my buddy Sammy," Ray acknowledged with a grin.
"Haven't had a piece of ass in over a week."  It was true.  Cathy was in
one of those moods she often got ever since her hysterectomy a few years
back.  With fuck buddy Brandon relocated to Europe and his favorite pussy
boy Petie in his final year of college in sunny Florida the options were
dismal for always-horny Ray.  His man-sized balls had ached so badly the
other night he even considered crossing the street and throwing a fuck to
Jon, the one who'd introduced him to buddy sex.  But he still hadn't gotten
over Jon's duplicity and settled instead for taking care of business
himself.  Not nearly as satisfying, it still managed to take off some of
the edge.

Sammy motioned him over with one strong, heavily inked arm.  "C'mon over
and join in, buddy.  The Kid, he won't mind.  Will ya, Larry boy?"

"N-no," Larry managed between fuck grunts.  The hard on throbbing against
the front of his slacks was all the invitation the ethnic hunk needed.
Hastily disrobing, he elicited a low whistle from Sammy.

"Would you look at that?" the mechanic guffawed.  "Sonofabitch if you ain't
built like the ole brick shit house!  You see this, Kid?  That's what you
call a prime number one stud there!"

Larry's lust intensified when he managed to glance up at the handsome
executive heavy with muscle and sporting a large, powerful looking
erection. That cock had been molded to perfection, a strongly arced nine
inches of man meat with mean blue-blooded veins criss crossing its sleek
length and a huge, classic helmet resting atop.  Larry's ass craved big
cock heads and, although not nearly the monster currently splitting him
insides, the southern boy could hardly wait to take a ride on it.

Ray came around the car, the cement floor cool on the bottoms of his big
bare feet, and stepped in front of the long-haired Kid.  With his full,
tight buttocks pressed up against the metal of the car he spat into the
palm of one hand and fisted his rigid nine-inch shaft as he observed
Sammy's grotesquely fat prick repeatedly pumping into the younger man's
trembling ass. Even after fucking himself quite a bit of male ass over the
past few years he still couldn't figure how a dude could handle it, let
alone one as immense as Sammy's.

With a sly smile he looked across at the tattooed man and commented, "Damn,
Sammy.  Where in hell'd you get that horse meat from?"

Sammy chuckled and surprised Ray by reaching out one greasy paw and
tweaking one of his man nubs.  "Shee-it, look at that sum-bitch on you,
buddy!  Mebbe we had us the same daddy!"

Ray hardly thought so.  That man dick savagely sliding in and out of
Larry's bung hole was impressively thick, although Ray could tell he had
the stud more-than-beat when it came to length.  Lust burned in his loins
as he stared down at the wet schlong vigorously stroking into the tight
asshole, causing a sudden itch to develop in his own hairy man cave.  With
a start he realized that, for the first time, he was actually becoming
aroused by another guy's cock!  That wasn't like him at all!  Lack of
pussy---and the substitution of all-too-willing man ass---must really be
getting to him. But, try as he might, he couldn't tear his inquisitive eyes
away from the raunchy point of contact.

The sex odor emanating from the handsome cock mere inches from his face
wafted into Larry's nostrils and embraced him with a new sexual heat. With
lust filled eyes he admired the thick, plump tube running up the underbelly
of the thing to its gloriously perfect mushroom-capped head.  Heavy
worm-like veins writhed just beneath the surface of the sleek shaft, giving
it a life of its own.  Mesmerized by the piece, Larry could hardly move.
It was throbbing, almost angry now, and turning a shade of purple.  The
huge slit atop the expansive cap dilated before his eyes and a desperate
surge of seminal fluid oozed from the dark opening.  Larry rolled his wet
tongue over the dome in long fluid motions and feasted on the tasty
offerings. He lapped all over and around the cock's head, digging the tip
of his tongue into the slit and roaming around the wide ridge.  A low growl
from the handsome he-man told Larry it was time to cease nibbling on the
appetizer and get right down to the main cock sucking course.  His slick
lips yawned around the large, delicious cock knob as he slurped the heavy
meat into his hungry gullet until it slammed against his tonsils.  Larry
feasted on the strong man-meat, running his wet tongue along the underside
while he ravenously sucked on the pulsing shaft.

Sammy's grease stained hands held tightly to Larry's naked hips while he
worked his ram charger in and out of the awesomely tight ass hole. His
beady eyes blazed with sexual excitement as he watched the Kid go down on
his buddy Ray. It was a hot sight! Ray was all man, built like one of those
buffed dudes that looked out at him from the cover of those fitness
magazines at the supermarket checkout line, with a fine piece of equipment
standing tall and proud from his lush groin.

The tattooed mechanic had suffered a moment's hesitation there when he
first realized they'd been discovered---but only for a moment.  What the
hell, he figured.  Cat's already outa the bag so he might as well invite
Ray to join the party.  And the big hunk hadn't hesitated to strip down and
step up to the plate.  Sammy figured Ray was a fellow horndog, taking his
pleasure wherever he found it.  Must run in the family.  Sammy wasn't about
to forget the mind-blowing fuck he'd given the man's equally hunky younger
brother in the shadows of the basement last summer.  Sammy had plans to tap
that muscle ass again, soon as he could. He fleetingly wondered if the big
guy had any idea what an insatiable fuck his little bro really was.

Thinking about Joey and watching the expressions of lust on Ray's handsome
mug was making the cum churn in Sammy's big bloated ball bag.  Not wanting
to drop his load any time soon Sammy abruptly slowed his butt pounding and
adopted a more leisurely pace.  His gigantic thickness slowly stroked in
and out of Larry's ass hole, causing the younger man to whimper from the
excruciating pleasure. His ass lips squirmed around the huge root every
time Sammy bore down and filled him with hot cock.  His greasy insides
clutched at the thing, lovingly molding themselves around it and nearly
sucked out on the withdrawal. Larry swore he could feel every tendon on the
fat piece throbbing passionately inside him and encompassing him in its
lusty fever pitch.

Larry realized he was a lucky stud indeed, playing middle man to these two
well-endowed fuckers.  Pussy was alright sometimes, but when he really
wanted to get a work out there was nothing like big hard, sweaty dick.  And
these two had all the cock he needed to satisfy his secret desires. Between
the two of them there had to be better than fifteen inches of prime meat
pumping his man hole and prodding at his throat!  His own fuck rod was so
damned hard it hurt, twitching in midair beneath him and leaking a copious
flow of pre-cum onto the cement floor. Sammy was killing him with this slow
comfortable screw. When he fucked hard and fast Larry's insides didn't have
time to regroup.  This way he could feel every fucking inch of the massive
stump painfully sinking into him, spreading him wide, then drawing out
clutching rectal tissue and forcing his ass mouth to distend on the pull
back.  It caused his body to tremble with an unbridled lust and to more
desperately service the tasty tool throbbing in his suckling gullet.

Lying back against the car and supporting himself on one elbow Ray placed
one big hand atop Larry's bobbing head and more comfortably enjoyed the
tremendous blow job.  It had been more than a week since his dick had seen
any kind of action, much too long for a stallion like Ray.  Larry's lush
lips and warm mouth were giving his big cock exactly what it had been
denied the past few days.  The younger man sucked every bit as good as his
favorite toy, Petie, who was probably making lots of married men roar with
pleasure down in southern Florida.  To think, that such hot trade was right
here on the lot the whole time while he sat up in his office with aching
balls.  And his buddy Sammy was the lucky sonofabitch tapping it!  He
couldn't be too pissed at Sammy.  After all, how was the master mechanic to
know that Ray sometimes got his kicks from other fuck buddies?

The younger man moaned sexily when Ray's big cockhead slipped into his
tight throat.  It was the most masculine cock he'd ever pleasured and Larry
just had to have every bit of it. Yawning his throat he worked his way down
the throbbing tool, his lips gobbling up inch after inch of stud flesh.  He
consciously avoided gagging around the tasty meat, thrilled he'd taken the
whole cock into his mouth and throat. Ray threw back his head, his muscular
body shuddering as the sexy Southerner went down on him.  Larry's twitching
lips locked around the hairy base of the love rod as he proceeded to
hungrily suck on the magnificent prick lodged deep in his throat.  Ray's
big, naked toes curled and his hard ass rose and fell against the
automobile from the mind-blowing sensations coursing through the nerve
endings of his weapon.

"Damn good, ain't he?" Sammy winked at him.

"Fuck yeah!" Ray groaned, his hand entangled in Larry's longish hair.

Larry's throat muscles worked around the massive boner pulsating in his
warm, wet gullet.  He felt like all oxygen had been blocked to his lungs.
Even though he really didn't want to Larry came up off the heavy dick meat,
strands of saliva trailing from his lips to the angry purple head of the
thing.  Panting ravenously, he attempted to reclaim his breath before his
next oral attack.  The cock was so fucking handsome and the man to whom it
belonged was so macho and hot that Larry couldn't delay things for long.
His tongue ravenously attacked the leaking head, causing Ray to squirm
deliriously when his teeth nibbled on the deeply defined ridge of the
sensitive frenum.  Larry went down on it again, skewering his throat with
all nine inches of randy man-cock.  This time he pumped his head up and
down, fucking his face with the hardy offering, allowing it to dip deep
into his yawning gullet again and again and lathing the head with his
tongue on the upstroke.  He was like a man possessed, his throat gurgling
with an almost bestial desire.

Ray's sturdy loins were humping back against the Kid, meeting him head on
each time Larry went completely down on him.  He was panting thickly, his
fingers grasping at hand's full of long, silky hair. His heavy ramrod felt
fantastic deep down in the Kid's throat.  Larry gobbled him up time after
time, slamming his face down into Ray's sweaty pubes and humming a wickedly
tantalizing tune on his organ.  A thin sheen of perspiration had broken out
over Ray's hunky body, making him look all the more sexy to the younger
man.  Larry's eyes were trained on the curves and swells of the man's torso
rising and falling more rapidly with each manipulation of his stupendous
shaft.  Larry was a cock slut who usually cared little about anything else.
But the handsome stud sprawled out before him was one Larry would have
loved to have eaten from head to toe.

Sammy plowed into Larry's ass ring, totally aroused by what he observed
taking place before him.  His buddy Ray was totally into the blow job.  Not
that it was much of a surprise to Sammy.  He knew just how good the Kid
really was once he got a dick in his mouth.  And Larry was certainly no
slouch on the other end either.  His ass hole was alternately tightening
and contracting around Sammy's fat meat with each ball's deep stroke.
Sammy really loved the sensations derived from fucking hot man hole, the
way those tight insides surged and writhed around his roaring hard on.  He
enjoyed watching the wrecked, stretched ass lips as his immense girth
plunged in and out of them.  He could have fucked Larry's hot, tight ass
for hours if it wasn't for the fact he got so damned excited after awhile
that he uncontrollably busted his nuts. Suddenly feeling a sense of
charity, Sammy buried his prick in the slick fuck chute and paused while he
addressed his buddy.

"Say, Ray.  You wanna try some of this?"

Larry gurgled what could have been a protest or an affirmation.  But the
choice wasn't his to make.

"I think I'd like that, buddy," Ray responded good-naturedly, scrambling to
change positions with the other man.

"Hope I didn't stetch him out too much for ya," Sammy bragged as he slid
out of Larry with a wet squelch to take the post Ray had vacated in front
of the younger man.  His stump-sized cock with the softball-sized head
throbbed daringly before the Southern boy's spit-shined face. As always,
Larry could hardly believe the thing had actually been inside of him.

With his fuck stalk already sloppy wet from the awesome head Larry had just
given it, Ray stepped up to the milky white, out-thrust ass.  The swollen
ass lips pulsed expectantly before him, abandoned by one cock and already
hungry for another.  Ray unconsciously licked his lips as he gazed down at
the quivering pussy, then aimed his prod at the pink fuck hole.  He
effortlessly sunk to his groin in the twitching manhole, anal membranes
convulsing maddeningly along the full length of his buried shaft.  Ray's
hazel eyes rolled to the ceiling of the place at the awesome sensations
brought on by this initial penetration.  It had been so long since he'd
buried his insatiable dick in a nice warm body. Ray would liked to have
remained still and appreciated the talented cavity's heavy milking
technique but he was consumed by unrestrained fuck lust.  Pressing big
hands on the small of Larry's trim back, thick fingers shaped in a diamond
push-up, Ray began his excavation of the hot hole.  Pumping his shapely
hips, the married stud fucked his slick dick in and out of the clutching
hole with long, full-length strokes, savoring each satisfying thrust.

Larry moaned with renewed delight.  This new stud cock was reaching him in
places Sammy could never have ventured.  His entire body shuddered each
time the throbbing stud meat touched his special button and buried itself
deep in his guts.  Larry's wrecked ass lips kissed the ridge of the
gorgeous corona when the cock was pulled back, already anticipating the
oncoming assault which satisfyingly filled him. The handsome man seemed to
fuck harder and deeper with each stroke up his ass.  Hairy balls slapped
between his thighs, heavy with the cum that would douse Larry's inner fire.
He could feel the intense heat of the majestic weapon shoving itself in and
out of his mushy guts and thrust his young butt up against it.  His own
cock was leaking excited pre-cum like crazy.  One touch from his hand and
Larry was certain he'd shoot like a fire hose.

While Ray continued to expertly ream out his sweet ass Larry yawned his
jaws wide as he could and swallowed Sammy's bull dick.  His serpentine
tongue washed all over the gigantic head and stabbed into the deep piss
slit, savoring the flavor of the tattooed mechanic's juice.  Despite the
aching of his jaws Larry went to town on the huge girth of man meat.  He
sucked and lapped at the big, sweaty beast crammed in his mouth, almost
thankful there wasn't enough length to get into his throat.  Larry really
went to town on the cock, working like it was his last chance and giving
Sammy a degree of the pleasure he was deriving from the stud cock pumping
his young ass.

Rhythmic undulations of Larry's ass guts sent waves of titillating
sensations coursing through Ray's randy dick. He was thrusting into the
southerner full force now, hairy groin crashing against creamy, upturned
ass cheeks with each stroke.  Larry took all he had to give, pushing his
ass back against each powerful plunge.  The strong shaft plowed through the
gripping sphincter time and again, its owner lost in carnal desire.  Ray's
hazel eyes were glazed over with lust.  Droplets of perspiration glided
down the angles and planes of his handsome face.  Sex sweat coated his
heaving, muscular chest. Blood pounded maddeningly through his arteries
from his heavy sex exertions, but Ray was a man with strong stamina.  His
dick ceaselessly battered deep up inside the wet, warm man-pussy, his body
barely conscious of its approaching orgasm.

The mouth going absolutely ape-shit on his obscene log quickly proved to be
no match for Sammy's resolve. His heavily inked body began to tremble and
buck against the sweat-slick Camaro.  His pug face was set in a grimace,
eyebrows knitted in an almost painful frown while his teeth gnashed
together.  Pre-orgasmic tension had seemed almost unbearable before Sammy's
big ball bag finally let loose, shooting wads of salty semen into Larry's
rapidly sucking maw.  Larry swallowed load after load of man juice, the tip
of his tongue constantly tickling the underside of the enormous head to
send Sammy writhing along the fender of the car as his body buckled in
orgasm.

Barely aware of his buddy's release, Ray continued to drive into Larry with
full force.  His cock shoved forward, then retreated, gliding along the
slick walls of the younger man's shuddering ass. The muscles in his thighs
and calves bulged and strained with each forceful movement.  His breathing
had become ragged and shallow, his jaw slack, with spittle spraying from
the corners of his mouth. His chest pounded maddeningly.  Pin-point flashes
of light came before his eyes. Every muscle in his body seemed to become
tightly knotted.  And then, with a hearty bellow, the handsome married man
convulsed in ecstasy and his cock exploded its pent up load deep in Larry's
ass guts.  He threw his head back, rain drops of perspiration flying from
his dark hair, as wads of man cream erupted from his organ and drenched the
deepest depths of the other man's spasming pussy.

Ray's forceful cum was more than enough to set off Larry.  The Southern boy
fired volumes of sticky goo all over the cement floor beneath him, the
first shots belting across to hit Sammy's bare legs.  He writhed and bucked
with each surge, causing his ass to convulse around the big dick lodged
inside him and further excite Ray.  Over and over they both came until,
finally, they were spent.

Like Samson with his strength sapped from him Ray fell over Larry, his
muscular torso pressed against the younger man's sweat-slick back.  He
wrapped his arms around the sweet fuck and attempted to catch his breath
while his still-hard cock lounged in the wetness of his juices.  Larry's
legs ultimately gave out and the three of them slid to the floor in a
sweaty, tangled heap of limbs as they attempted to come down from their
sexual high.

Jess Waring gave out a strangled cry and shot a rope of heavy cum so high
it nearly coated the ceiling.  Stimulation from the imagery flashing across
the surveillance monitor had provided him with some powerful masturbatory
material.  Pumping his cock through his jizz-spewing climax, Jess licked
his lips lasciviously as his thunderstruck eyes raked over the writhing,
sexually spent bodies of the three men---his employees!

Sammy was a beast, that was for certain, and an adventurer much like
himself. Together they could probably score lots of pussy and have some fun
times.

The young one, with the longish hair, lacked any inhibitions and was
obviously one heck of a fuck!  It would be fairly easy for him to get a
piece of that fine ass.  The Kid liked cock and Jess had a nice, healthy
one to offer.  Fuck the secretarial pool; the best stuff was available in
the repair shop!

But it was the Giagianno stud who held the most interest for Waring.  Hunky
Ray was just the type Jess craved in his man-to-man bondings.  A handsome,
macho type, married with kids---much like Jess---who didn't mind how he got
his rocks off.  With cum-wet fingers Jess worked the controls to zero the
camera in on the muscular frame stretched across the fuck toy who was even
now nibbling on one of Sammy's protruding teats.  His eyes raped Ray's
body, taking in the swell of his rounded shoulders, the contour of his
strong, tapered back and the curve of his tight rounded glutes.  Jess
licked his hungry lips, his cock once again rock hard, as he moved in even
closer on that hard ass---so close he could even see the moist dark hairs
poking out from the deep, sweaty crevice.  How he hoped it was a virgin
ass.  Nothing pleasured Jess more than breaking in a he-man like Ray.

Suddenly, finding a replacement for the axed manager was no longer a
priority.  In fact, he would purposely delay the task so he'd have an
excuse to remain at the location longer than initially proposed.  There was
much for Jess to accomplish here.

First with Larry, then with Ray.