Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 16:42:17 -0400 From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com> Subject: Straight Buddy Ray: The Next Generation STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY: THE NEXT GENERATION This work of fiction is meant to be viewed by a mature audience. It contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters. Copyright JRoyale, August 2007 It had certainly been one bitchin' summer, young RJ Giagianno thought as he pedaled his bicycle along the trail adjacent to the highway leading to the huge shopping mall. When school let out last spring, he'd had no clue what the next few months would bring. It sure turned into a whole heck of a lot of fun finding out. The handsome high school athlete had been sowing his wild oats for a few years already, but none of those carefree encounters measured up to the nut-popping sex he'd been enjoying right there in the comfort of his own familiar block during this summer break. School would be back in session in a couple of weeks and RJ would be entering his junior year. It was kind of hard for him to believe that after next year he'd be graduating and his education completed. Not that the boy wasn't considering a future in college. With his noted athletic skills there was little doubt he'd be able to get himself a scholarship and go off to some party school far away from his New Jersey home town. Petie Stavros, the grandson of his next door neighbor, was doing his college turn in a university in southern Florida and liked it there so much he'd taken a job life guarding at a hotel pool for the summer instead of coming home. Petie never really struck RJ as the studious type but, listening to the grandparent's chatter, the curly haired Greek was getting damned good grades. Old Nikos Stavros, the boy's grandfather, was always going on about the young man's academic success. Petie was at least twenty years old now, RJ figured. While there wasn't a vast stretch in their ages, a good five years, it was enough to make a difference. They'd never really hung out together. When he came to visit his grand parents, Petie was more apt to hang with RJ's Uncle Joey. Being totally sports minded himself, RJ knew Petie was something of a legendary basketball jock at his alma mater. Back when he was a kid the older teens, including newspaper delivery boy Cody Dixon, allowed RJ to join them in shooting hoops when they played an impromptu game in the Stavros' driveway. It made a then pre-teen RJ feel good to be included with accomplished jocks like his Uncle Joey, Petie and the others. Young RJ liked hanging with the older guys and wanted to be just like them. That's why it surprised, and secretly titillated, him to learn about Petie's secret life. In fact, RJ had learned quite a bit over the past few months about the clandestine goings on right there under his unassuming nose. It all started that night he'd peered through the living room window of his own home and been shocked to witnesses his macho father and equally muscular "Uncle" Jon giving each other mutual blow jobs right there on the floor. RJ was blown away by his discovery---and so completely aroused that he hauled out his teen cock and jerked a hefty load while watching the lurid display. Up until then, with his limited experience in such affairs, RJ thought only sissy fags like school mate Charley Fitzpatrick engaged in such taboo acts. But his father was the most masculine, straight and butch guy RJ knew---and "Uncle" Jon was no limp wrested, lisping wimp either. They were tough, macho men. Yet there was no denying what they were doing right there in plain sight, sucking cock and blasting their loads into each other's hungry mouths. RJ carried his discovery around with him for months. No matter how he tried, he could not get it out of his mind. He fucked hell out of Sheri Parker's pussy while her boy friend, fellow class mate Chucky Johnson, sat on the side lines beating his meat watching. Much as he tried to concentrate on the tight juicy pussy surrounding his thick cock, images of his good-looking father and adopted uncle kept filtering their way into his mind. Pulling out, he fisted a monumental geyser of young cum all over Sheri's quivering body, prompting Chucky to groan loudly and release his own load. But RJ saw none of this. His eyes were tightly closed throughout his entire orgasm, flashes of his father's encounter with buddy Jon playing against the picture screen in his mind. Thinking it was the close proximity of Chucky, another guy, making him think of such things during sex, RJ tried making it with Melissa Dawber, the seventeen-year-old daughter of the local barber. But the results were the same. Just as he reached orgasm his mind shifted to bulging biceps, packed pectorals, sweaty thighs, hard cocks and hairy ball sacs. Poor RJ couldn't even have a simple whanking session with his buddies down at the creek without sneaking glances at, and thinking about, their stiff cocks. RJ feared he was going queer and not at all sure what he should do about it---or even if he wanted to do anything about it at all. It wasn't until the Davidson family returned to Mansgrove Lane early in the summer that things began to fall into a comfort space for a confused RJ. RJ never particularly cared for old Hilda Davidson, who bit the dust well over a year ago. She was never really friendly, kind of kept to herself. One always had the feeling passing by her home that the old lady was peering out at you from behind her drawn curtains. How fitting, RJ thought at the time, that she ended up falling to her death from an upper story window. The up side to her demise was the arrival of Hilda's son Brandon and his twin teenage sons, Trevor and Tyler. They came last year to attend to Hilda's services and close up the family home---and ended up staying throughout the summer. Although they were a couple of years older than him and spent most of their time with Petie and Cory, they easily accepted RJ into their basket and base ball games. This summer, without Petie or Cory (who was spending school break in New York with RJ's second cousin), RJ had grown even closer to the Davidson twins. Much closer. The blond seventeen-year-olds with their Scandinavian good looks hadn't been back in town for more than an hour when they were under the boardwalk facing the bay giving RJ a much-needed lesson in sex education. To RJ's astonishment Tyler revealed himself to be a masterful cock sucker. All the feelings he'd been trying so hard to repress were quickly realized in that semi-secluded spot on a hot summer's afternoon. RJ learned that his father had been boinking the hell out of Mr. Davidson all last summer. The senior Davidson was, in fact, probably getting fucked by "Uncle" Jon at that very moment. It was further revealed to him that Petie Stavros, as well as being star jock, was also a champion cock sucker around town. With all these macho, seemingly straight guys getting all the hot action RJ wondered why in hell he should not get some for himself. He practically blew a nut from the first contact of Tyler's mouth on his colossal teen steak. And when he finally managed to bury his impressive twelve inches up the older teen's tight ass hole, RJ knew he'd arrived. Fucking male ass was ten times more satisfying than any of the pussy he'd thus far managed to snag. Tyler was like a whore in heat taking his dick and RJ felt like a real man, as opposed to a fifteen year old high school student. During the Davidson's four week stay not a day---or night---went by that Tyler wasn't clamoring for another fuck fix from the well-hung Giagianno jock. RJ also hit it off with the other Davidson teen---but on a completely different level. Whereas Tyler took cock, Trevor gave it. And, quite often, to his own identical twin brother. RJ could practically pop a nut just watching the two go at it. They looked so damned much alike it was as if they were fucking---and sucking---their alter ego. Trevor rarely, if ever, took a dick into his mouth and certainly never spread his ass cheeks to receive. He was the more aggressive of the two brothers. Whereas all Tyler ever wanted to do was fuck, RJ was able to share some quality guy time with Trevor. Pedaling harder up an incline, with the shopping mall almost visible in the distance, RJ thought back to the days just before the Davidsons packed up and headed back to Wisconsin. Both boys were getting their equal share of Tyler's accommodating ass---and keeping the little cock slut quite happy. More and more, Tyler seemed to become insatiable. In the middle of the night he was creeping out of the house, scaling the trellis up to RJ's bedroom window and climbing between the sheets with the fifteen year old jock. While his family slept soundly just down the hall, RJ fucked the daylights out of Tyler, shoving the boy's face deep into the fluffy pillows to muffle his sex moans. Once finished, Tyler would skip across the street, crawl into his twin brother's bed and coax Trevor into throwing him a fuck. While their father slept with visions of hunky neighbors pleasantly invading his dreams, Trevor slipped his teen cock deep into his horny brother's steamy ass hole and pounded away in the slick wetness of RJ's copious fuck slop. Not a day went by that the frisky teens didn't get their balls pleasurably drained. Under the boardwalk, where R.J first was introduced into man sex, seemed to be their favorite spot. But they also held some steamy sessions by the creek in the wooded area at the end of the block, under the railway bridge just outside of town, behind the family car parked in the garage and in the Giagianno swimming pool. RJ found himself wickedly aroused being blown underwater by Tyler, who displayed an amazing lung capacity, knowing full well his mother was just inside the house. Little did the boy know he shared the same thrill of discovery as his own father. RJ could have gone all summer quite content using Tyler as his personal fuck buddy, but Trevor was anxious to sample some Jersey pussy. The female kind. Having heard the younger teen brag about his conquest of Sheri Parker, Trevor urged RJ to hook him up with the busty babe. RJ first had to clear things with Chucky, Sheri's boy friend, who was all too eager to watch a different guy dick his girl. And Sheri, dick lover that she was, certainly raised no objection---especially after she got a look at blond Trevor. The teenagers got together at Chucky's house; he was the only one with both parents away at work during the day. It required a bit of fancy footwork dodging Tyler, but the two boys managed to sneak away without the cock loving teen discovering what his favorite boys were up to. They pedaled bikes over to the other side of town, semi hardons poking against the front of their shorts with expectations of a fuck filled afternoon. Chucky greeted them at the door and directed them upstairs to his bedroom, where Sheri was splayed out naked as the day she was born, fingering her juicy pussy. "Hot damn!" Trevor muttered, pulling off his clothes without his eyes ever leaving the sight of the beauty on the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, he fell between the wide spread juncture of Sheri's creamy, toned thighs and inhaled deeply. His blue eyes rolled up in their sockets and a look of bliss washed over his face. "Fuck, how I've missed pussy!" Trevor's arms slid under Sheri's smooth thighs, his hands curling up to take hold of the girl by her hips. With a thin smile of wonder dancing across the corners of his mouth, Trevor moved in and glided his tongue over the moist folds of the cheerleader's pussy lips, pausing to moan an "oh, yeah!" before beginning a more fevered lapping of her luscious labia. Blond Trevor could taste that all-too-familiar intoxicating flavor of budding womanhood but there was something else combined there in her wetness. As if reading the other boy's thoughts, Chucky provided the answer. "I've been eating her out while we were waiting for you guys," Chucky offered. "Just to get her nice and ready for the fun we're gonna have this afternoon. Sheri's been horny for Trevor ever since she first laid eyes on him!" "That right, Sheri?" Trevor asked, pausing in his luncheon to look across into the girl's pretty face. "You've been wanting to get fucked by me?" Sheri was massaging both ample breasts with her head cocked to one side, watching the handsome blond boy feast in her succulent honey pot. "Oh, yes! You and your brother are such good looking guys!" Trevor chuckled and cast a backward glance at RJ. "Tyler's been a little preoccupied with other things lately but maybe, before we go back to Wisconsin, the three of us can have a good time. Would you like that, Sheri?" "Oh, yes!" she positively cooed. "Two hot identical twin brother's at the same time?! Oh, yes!" "That is, of course," he added, "if Chucky doesn't mind." Chucky spoke up almost too quickly. "I don't mind, long as I get to watch." His hands were buried down the front of his shorts, groping his burning hard on as he observed the scene being played out on his bed. Trevor had resumed his oral assault on Sheri's pussy, obviously taking some time to munch on her love bud by the way she was now squirming around and moaning. Chucky knew how Sheri turned into a slobbering slut when her clitoris was given even the tiniest bit of attention. In all fairness, Sheri Parker wasn't a "bad" girl. In fact, her girl friends and family would be stunned to learn the extent of Sheri's sexual adventurousness. To the school faculty, Sheri was a bright girl who earned excellent grades. To her friends she was another one of the girls, interested in clothes, jewelry, makeup and the latest boy band. To her family she was a good loving daughter, never causing them any real trouble. But when it came to boys, all her other "good" qualities quickly took a back seat. Almost from the time she reached puberty Sheri Parker had an incessant twitch between her legs and down her throat, an itch which required assistance in alleviating. It took her a while---a short while---to lose her precious virginity, which she'd naively hoped to save for her personal Prince Charming---or at least until she was a junior in high school. But Sheri had a curious weakness for the main male appendage. From the tip of its royal crown to the sweaty base of its hairy root, Sheri loved the cock. She liked to look at it---hard or soft---touch it, taste it, smell it and marvel at the way it reached rigidity like some type of powerful, glorious beast. She was a mere eleven years old when first introduced to the pleasurable art of cock sucking. Sheri spent most of their vacation perfecting her new found art between the thighs of her handsome sixteen-year-old cousin Donald. Donny-boy felt like a real stud with his sister Doreen and cousin Sheri servicing his teen dick like two she-devils. Far as he was concerned he was the innocent party. It was Doreen who had climbed into his bed all those years ago and started playing with his cock like it was some kind of novelty. Who was he to push her away? Besides, when she started licking and sucking him like a lollypop, Donald felt awful good. And when Doreen coaxed cousin Sheri into joining them, the lucky teen had double the pleasure! He never fucked either of them---that would be something called "incest"---but Donald fingered both their pussies while they gorged themselves on his happy meat. Sheri was hungry for cock from that moment on. And when the Parkers returned to the west coast she continued her quest for succulent teen meat. Ray Giagianno Jr. was certainly one of the hottest boys at school and horny Sheri often laid in bed at night fingering her pussy and sucking on a cucumber pilfered from the fridge while she fantasized about him. The pretty cheerleader finally got him in the back of the bus as they returned from an out-of-town game. Handsome, athletic RJ offered no resistance when Sheri came on to him---although she half-suspected he didn't want to be shown up for a pussy in front of all his other teammates. When Sheri reached inside his jockey shorts and unleashed his pecker she nearly wet herself. All the rumors about the star athlete were true: he was hung like a horse! Sheri wasted little time in scooting down in the cramped space and showing him her special talent. When RJ came he made a mess of the girl---but Sheri didn't care. RJ had the richest tasting cum she'd thus far sampled---and Sheri was smitten. Sheri Parker would have loved to have been RJ's girl but the young stud just wasn't interested in having a steady girl friend. The popular athlete spent all his time hanging out with his jock buddies. Besides, once confirmation got around about RJ's heretofore rumored "package", he became even more popular with the pubescent female crowd. Suddenly the bleachers in the school stadium were filled with young ladies who hadn't before shown any interest in the sports curriculum. Although she remained RJ's play toy, Sheri needed a more permanent dick in her life. Sure, she could have gone through the year book blowing every guy from A-Z (excluding, of course, Charlie Fitzpatrick, who was the class queer boy). But Sheri didn't want to have that kind of reputation. She wanted a steady boy friend---and a prospective candidate came to her not long after. She was at a school wrestling match with some of the other girls when her radar zeroed in on RJ's competitor, Chucky Taylor. Chucky was a short, stocky guy with a shock of unruly brown hair, a cute pug nose and a light spattering of freckles across his chunky cheeks. Sheri was especially impressed with the way he filled out his singlet, youthful musculature evident in his arms and legs. Her pussy was positively dripping as she watched the two handsome athletes grapple in their singlets on the mats of the gymnasium. After the match, Sheri made it a point to be the first to offer condolences to Chucky on his loss to RJ. Later that night, her lips made him a stand-out winner. From that moment on Sheri Parker and Chucky Taylor were known about school as an "item". Sheri was quite content. She might not have RJ, but she had another stand-out athlete who was good-looking in his own right and sported an always-ready erection. His might not have been as mammoth as RJ's, but Chucky had a nicely thick piece of boy meat hanging between his legs which kept Sheri amply satiated. Since they were now steady boy and girl friend, and not a hit-or-miss like herself and RJ, Sheri gave up her treasured virginity to a deliriously happy Chucky. Chucky knew all about his buddy RJ and Sheri. He'd been there on the bus in the seat right in front of the two, stealing glances over his shoulder as Sheri worked RJ's gargantuan tool. Sheri found it somewhat curious that Chucky seemed to be encouraging her to recount for him all the times she'd made love to RJ's monster cock. At first somewhat reluctant, Sheri soon learned that hearing about his buddy made Chucky even more of a raging stud in the sack. So she was hardly surprised when Chucky expressed interest in watching his girl friend go down on the other teen. Although Chucky was now her main squeeze, Sheri would always be eager to kiss the body^ืand cock---of the strapping athlete. Chucky set it all up. He just happened to approach RJ at a time when the jock's hormones were in overdrive and nothing he did seemed to be squelching the desire burning in his loins. RJ thought he might be a little weirded out having his buddy's girl friend blow him while he watched, but Chucky reminded him they'd already passed that hurtle during their liaison on the school bus. To add to their sense of danger, their first encounter as a threesome took place in Sheri's decidedly feminine bedroom. Although Sheri's mother was visiting relatives for the day, there was always the chance that Officer Rick Parker might meander by in his patrol car and catch the three horny teens in the act. Parker, a strong, muscular man and part of the small nine-man local police force, was often invited to the Giagianno's frequent backyard barbeques. RJ often wondered if the big man had any clue about the sex kitten he had sired. As Sheri eagerly sucked off the handsome ethnic jock they both became practically oblivious to Chucky seated in a bedside chair, one naked leg thrown up over the arm rest, frantically beating his teen meat. RJ was never alone with Sheri from that point on---Chucky was always the interested observer. He never intruded in their lust, seemingly content to watch and jerk from the sidelines. It was a rare occasion when they gathered at Sheri's house. Their rendezvous' took place mainly at the Taylor home, down by the creek at the end of the block, under the boardwalk at beach front or, in the rare instance no one else was home, up in RJ's jock-e-sized bedroom. It was there that Chucky first suggested RJ fuck Sheri's pretty little pussy. She'd finally given up her virginity to Chucky some weeks before (although, technically, with all the fingering she'd been given, her cherry had been busted long ago) and was ripe and ready to fuck. It didn't take much persuasion---and not without a lot of begging from Sheri---to get RJ to mount the pretty cheerleader. She practically went crazy, tearing at the bed sheets and moaning so loud RJ feared Mr. Stavros next door might call the police, when RJ slipped his hot sausage into her tight vagina. He knew he probably should have taken it easy with her, being his cock was a damned sight more abundant that Chucky's, but teenage hormones took over and RJ fucked her like the lust-laden teen stud he was. Chucky blew his nut long before RJ pulled out and hosed down Sheri's writhing body with a spectacular amount of hot cum. As soon as RJ dismounted, Chucky jumped over and sunk his hard on into Sheri's freshly fucked hole and rode her like a mare. Trickles of RJ's spent cum drained off the girl's body as Chucky threw one to her. Knowing RJ's huge cock had just evacuated his girl friend's cunt---the same cunt he was now fucking---was enough to drive Chucky to a fast orgasm. He pulled out just in time to shoot his load, his cum mixing with his buddy's, all over the sexy cheerleader. Of course, RJ wasn't the only buddy Chucky shared his horny girl with, although the Giagianno lad was his personal favorite. Chucky found it quite a turn on to watch black Leon Taylor, a basketball champ on par with RJ, sink his nine inch tool between the pink lips of Sheri's pussy. Sheri was getting all the cock she craved while still maintaining her position as Chucky's girl. Years later she would realize the boy had practically pimped her out to his buddies for his own sexual gratification but, for now, Sheri wasn't complaining. Her only fear was that her beloved daddy might find out about her sexual adventures. The tough policeman would kill the boys who had taken carnal pleasure with his daughter---and the repercussions he took on Sheri would certainly not be pleasant. In her most shameful fantasies, Officer Parker walked in on one of his daughter's trysts, roughed up the boys and then made them watch while he demonstrated how a real man fucks pussy. Thinking of her handsome, strong father in a sexual manner always made Sheri deliriously horny. Many were the times she caught herself staring at the well-formed mound in the front of his uniform trousers. Officer Rick Parker was a tough hunk of a man---as any female in town, including his own daughter---was well aware. But Sheri was oblivious to Off. Parker, cousin Donald or any of the others as Trevor's rapidly flicking tongue brought her to her first orgasm. Trevor was maddeningly going to town on the attractive cheerleader's pussy, determined to make up for the past few weeks' deprivation of his favorite after-school snack. His mouth was all over the place, nibbling on the swollen lips of her sweet vagina, sucking the insides of her puss and taunting her sensitive love button. Sheri's head thrashed to and fro on Chucky's pillow, blond hair wildly flipping about, as her painted nails dug into the rumpled sheets. With a throaty cry her eyes shot wide open and her back arched upward from the mattress. Trevor pressed his face firmly against her mound, his tongue practically torturing her clitoris, as Sheri rode the orgasmic waves of sexual gratification. On the sidelines, Chucky's shorts were down around his thick ankles allowing him to openly jerk his thick piece of teen meat in front of the others. Not that anyone really noticed. All eyes were on the spectacle taking place in front of them. Chucky's jaw was slack and his heart was beating with excitement in his young chest from watching Trevor so expertly bring Sheri through her orgasm. His balls were positively aching in their need for release. But Chucky somehow managed to unhand himself, reasonably certain that the afternoon's delights had just begun. He didn't want to lose his first---and best---load so soon. Instead, he fondled his silky ball sac and sensually ran a hand over his meaty pecs while Sheri slowly came down from her sex high. Trevor lifted his head from between Sheri's thighs, pussy juice glistening from nose to chin, and smiled widely at the other two. "Nice, real nice," he nodded. But the others already knew how fine things were in Sheri-land. Turning his attention back to the girl he massaged the flat of his thumb around her button and asked, "You like that, babe?" Sheri's naked body squirmed on the bed as she cupped both breasts in her hands, squeezing them as she panted, "Oh, yes!" Trevor smiled back at her. "Would you like me to fuck you, Sheri baby?" "Oh, yessssss!" she hissed. Trevor needed no further encouragement. Coming up on his knees he crawled between the juncture of her thighs, healthy hard-on leading the way. Lifting her smooth, athletic legs Trevor quickly lined himself up and, bucking his loins forward, easily slid his cock into the moist folds of her welcoming pussy. Sheri's moan of pleasure brought a smile of satisfaction to the angular face of Trevor, who began to fuck her in earnest. Licking his lips, Chucky kicked off his shorts and, shucking his T-shirt, moved closer to the foot of the bed for a better view. From his vantage point he observed the dimpling of Trevor's firm teenage ass as he thrust and withdrew. He could see Trevor's bloated balls, lightly dusted with fine blond hair, swinging to and fro. And if he squatted down lower, which he did, he could actually witness Trevor's dick pumping away at Sheri's honey hole. With eyes trained on the two fuckers, Chucky's fingers wrapped around the girth of his own pulsating meat and he began to jerk himself in cadence with Trevor's purposeful thrusts. RJ shook his head, one side of his mouth curled up in a wry smile. Chucky's curious interest in being a watchdog never ceased to amaze him. RJ had to admit to himself that it was indeed pretty hot seeing Sheri get off. Usually he was seeing it all from another perspective---he being the one making her tremble with pleasure. But Trevor was proving himself to be the ladies man he claimed to be---despite all the time he spent plowing his twin brother's ass. It was obvious the blond boy was no more a stranger to pussy than RJ himself. RJ hardly realized he'd been groping the huge erection threatening to burst out of the front of his shorts ever since Trevor's first swipe of Sheri's puss. Seeing that everyone else was buck assed naked he figured he shouldn't be odd man out and proceeded to strip down. His majestic twelve incher, the pride of his alma mater, was rock hard and pulsing with blue blooded veins just beneath the surface. The thick bulbous head was shiny with oozing pre cum, which RJ spread around the handsome helmet with his index and middle finger. Absently, he brought those digits up to his mouth and sucked them clean---just like he did in private at home---before recoiling in shock, realizing he wasn't alone. But the other guys' eyes were on Sheri, and Sheri was lost in a private fuck world of her own, so no one had noticed. Stepping closer to one side of the bed RJ stroked his big beef with two hands while he watched, a la Chucky, the live porn scene. Chucky's dick did an excited jump in his palm when RJ stepped up into his line of vision. That fucking dick of his was incredible! What Chucky wouldn't do to have something like that swinging between his legs! Not that he was short changed in that department, but RJ Giagianno stood inches above all the rest. And the thing was downright beautiful (if a dick could be considered beautiful)---a fucking work of living art! Many was the time Chucky wanted to just touch it, to hold it in the palm of his hand and feel the heat emanating from the glorious monster, to experience first-hand the pulsing of the masculine meat fit more for a man that a teenager. But Chucky feared if he were to ever take a grab RJ would punch out his lights and brand him a queer. Not that Chucky didn't think he could "take" RJ in a match. After all, they both were on the wrestling team, and Chucky had bested RJ a few times. But he figured he'd better keep his fascination to himself and settle for fantasizing about that Kong dong in his solo masturbatory moments. The approach of the darker haired teen wasn't lost on Trevor, either. "Damn, you sure have a big fuckin' dick, RJ! Amazes the fuck out of me every time I see it." Then, quickly, "When we're takin' a piss together, I mean." He wasn't so sure he wanted Chucky or Sheri wondering how he'd had a look at the thing, lest their joint ravaging of Tyler be uncovered. His words were far from lost on RJ, whose emerald green eyes widened slightly until Trevor recovered his slip of tongue. He sure as shit didn't want Sheri knowing he fucked around with Tyler and Trevor although he wasn't so certain, from the way the other boy was eyeing up his dick, that Chucky would have too much a problem with it. "Looks like you want to fuck." Trevor broke up the awkward moment. "Why don't you come over here and get some of this fine pussy? Besides, I want to see how good fair Sheri makes love with her pretty lips." Trevor pulled his wet dick from Sheri's pouting pussy and moved aside, clearing the way for RJ. RJ came down to his knees on the mattress and worked his way over between Sheri's silky smooth thighs. He stroked his thick, long column of teen flesh, taking special pains to smear the copious pre cum over the tremendous cock head. "Well go on, R.J." Trevor prompted. He was now kneeling beside Sheri and toying with the erect nipple on one of her firm breasts. "What you waiting for, dude?" RJ appeared to be caught in a moment of indecision. "I dunno. It just seems kind of disrespectful---treatin' her like this. Sheri's not a street whore." "What are you talking about?" Trevor slapped RJ on one naked arm. "She's got two hot studs horny as hell for her right now." "Sheri loves for you to fuck her, R.J," Chucky piped in, moving to one side of the bed for a better view. "Tell him, Sheri. Tell RJ how much you love his big cock." Sheri looked across at RJ through sex heavy eyelids and smiled seductively at him. "You know how good it is when we're together, RJ. It's alright, really it is. I'm having probably the best time I've ever had. Please make love to me. Please." Sheri was back to fingering her dripping snatch again and all the boys could see just how horny the attractive girl was. Sex practically oozed from every pore of her tight, trim body. She looked like some sort of porn starlet stretched out across Chucky's bed, rhythmically moving as waves of arousal washed over her. RJ was helpless to stop himself. Pressing his dick head against her warm, wet pussy lips he flexed forward and sunk his turgid meat into her succulent honey pot. Sheri's back arched and her entire body tensed. Her blond head pressed back against the fluffy pillow and she uttered a long, deep sigh as the full foot of RJ's mammoth penis stuffed her vaginal cavity. The other boys looked at the girl with amazement in their young eyes. "Hot damn!" Trevor muttered. "That's so fucking hot! I could shoot my wad right now!" Lowering his body over the girl, RJ placed his arms to either side of her and met Sheri's lips. While they shared a long erotic kiss RJ's hips became to move, his tight athletic ass rising and falling with steadily increasing rapidity as he fucked his love tool in and out of her clutching clam. Chucky crawled up onto his bed and lay beside them, his face in direct line with the juncture of their bodies while his legs sprawled out toward their heads. Propping himself up on one arm he watched in wide eyed wonder, stroking his fat beef stick in cadence with RJ's thrusts. Breaking the kiss, RJ came back up on his knees. His hands tenderly massaged the insides of Sheri's wide spread thighs while his monster cock pumped her tender pussy. RJ liked Sheri---not enough to give up his independence and go steady---but he really, truly liked her. Subsequently, every time he had sex with her, RJ suffered a momentarily pang of guilt. But Sheri always seemed to want it---especially from him. And being a constantly horny fifteen-year-old, RJ wasn't about to turn down a hot time with the sex-charged cheerleader. Besides, she could do things with her tongue none of the other girls did and her pussy was alive with warm, pulsating passion. While RJ worked her clinging cunt, Trevor moved himself directly across from the other teen. Taking Sheri by the sides of her pretty face he lowered his face to hers and easily slid his tongue into her wet mouth. Sheri passionately kissed the blond Davidson boy, although Trevor suspected her moans had more to do with the colossal cock roaming through her vaginal canal. He could taste RJ on her lips and, curiously, this served to increase his libido. "You're a real hottie," he breathed into her mouth, breaking their lip lock. "Anytime you wanna dump ole Chucky here, you let me know, okay?" Looking over at the other boy, Trevor found Chucky to be far more interested in RJ's big beef sliding in and out of Sheri's wet pussy. With a wry grin he turned his attention back to the girl, giving her one more quick kiss on the lips before lifting his head and scooting his lower body closer to the girl. Yanking the pillow from under her head, Trevor planted his knees to either side of the cheerleader and, straddling her face, pressed his teen dick toward her lips. Tilting her head backward, Sheri opened her pink lips wide and eagerly accepted Trevor's handsome penis. With thumbs pressing down on the base of his prick, Trevor thrust steadily forward and rode his dick clear down her throat until his balls were resting firmly along the bridge of her nose. Sheri proved to be an expert cockswoman; she swallowed the whole thing with little effort. But after all, Trevor reasoned, she'd had enough practice on that fat foot long now churning up the insides of her pretty pussy. His was easy compared to what RJ had to offer. Chucky whimpered like an excited puppy dog when he managed to tear his gaze away from the juncture of his girl friend and RJ's bodies and witnessed, first hand, Trevor deep-fucking Sheri's throat. The girl's lips were spread wide, clinging to the hardened flesh with each outward stroke the same way her pussy clung to RJ's fat hog. It was almost akin to interactive porn; he was lying right there, only inches away from his girl friend being pleasurably pounded from both ends. Sweat broke out on Chucky's brow as he licked his lips hungrily, his hand moving with more determination along the length of his own proud pecker. RJ had to admit it was quite a turn on to be sharing Sheri with his summer fuck friend. He'd often wondered why Chucky hadn't jumped in all those time he'd made love to the insatiable girl. Even now, with two guys going at his girl, Chucky seemed more than content to observe with wide eyed fascination. And RJ and Trevor were both giving him something to salivate about. They were both fucking the girl with wild abandon from both ends, causing her to moan with unspoken pleasures. RJ was certain he'd already felt her body contort with orgasm twice but, like the energizer rabbit, she kept on going. Her hands were all over her beautiful breasts---squeezing, massaging and occasionally toying with the hardened nipples. At time she would reach down and slip a finger between the folds of her womanhood to play with her sensitive clitoris while RJ's hog plunged in and out of her. Instantly her body would buck about on the bed, held in place only by the two teen hunks and their frolicking rods. The boys were positioned so close, in fact, that RJ felt Trevor's hot breath wash over his face when he spoke. "Why don't you lie down, dude, and let her get on top for a while? I've got an idea." Trevor hadn't steered him wrong yet this summer, RJ figured, so he somewhat reluctantly pulled his long schlong from the dazzling depths of Sheri's clinging cunt. Likewise, Trevor extricated his cock from between Sheri's sucking lips and scooted backwards, grasping Sheri under the arm pits and pulling her to her knees. As RJ rearranged himself flat on his back, Sheri crawled over until she was straddling his groin. Chucky swallowed hard and nearly popped a load when he saw Trevor reach down to grasp RJ's big fucker by the base and hold it steady while Sheri lowered herself onto the towering erection. Without hesitation she kept going down until the entire length of the big thing was embedded in her trembling twat. RJ ran his hands up the sides of her delectable figure, fanning out across her breasts and coming back down to rest at her hips as Sheri began to ride him. She went slowly at first, savoring each inch of his satisfying prod, but before long was rising and falling like a wanton harlot. The bed rocked as Sheri impaled herself again and again on RJ's colossal cock, her hair flailing about as he threw her head to and fro. Her mouth was sensually agape, emitting all sorts of strangled sex sounds and her eyes were rolled back in her head. "Holy shit!" Chucky muttered audibly, never having seen the girl so sexed up before. Nobody at school would ever freakin' believe it if they saw it! "Dude, you got any lube?" It was Trevor's voice breaking the voyeur from his reverie. Like an obedient dog Chucky bounced from the bed to retrieve a plastic bottle of slick lubricant from his dresser drawer and tossed it to the blond teen before repositioning himself on the mattress. Trevor squeezed a healthy amount of the clear gel onto his throbbing dick and massaged it around his heated length. Coming up behind Sheri, his dick slid along the hollow of her lower back as he encircled her with his arms and took hold of her bouncing breasts. His lips met the side of her neck and planted tiny kisses there and he whispered into her ear, "Lean over." Sheri fell forward, propped up by her arms to either side of RJ's athletic body, and sighed huskily from the way his dick now reached her from a new angle. RJ took over the work, thrusting his dick up into her gaping pussy. Trevor plopped another healthy daub of gel directly into Sheri's split ass crack and smeared it around, startling the girl when he inserted two fingers into her rectum. Before she even had time to react, Trevor's hot knob was at her back door gaining entrance. Sheri's body went rigid and her mouth opened to release a strangely deep, guttural groan. Looking up at her, RJ thought her eye balls were going to pop from their widened sockets as she seemingly focused on some spot across the room. At first he wasn't sure exactly what was going on. He felt Trevor's knees taking purchase down there between his own wide spread legs and, only when he felt a strange new pressure against his own buried meat, did he realize that Trevor was planting his cock up Sheri's ass! "Fuck!" Chucky bellowed, his own orbs widened in wonder. Trevor was now sawing more than half his dick in and out of Sheri's shit chute while RJ's cock, more slowly now, pumped her pulsating pussy. Sheri's entire body was quivering, a slick sheen of sweat coating her succulent skin, but she did nothing to protest. In fact, Sheri was rather enjoying this new adventure. Sure, it hurt like hell at first, but the more Trevor worked his teen dick into her anus, the more Sheri was learning to take pleasure from being double stuffed. Her sighs and moans became more satisfied and soon she was riding the crest of another---even greater---orgasmic wave than she'd ever experienced before. RJ could feel Trevor's dick fucking deeper and deeper inside the girl. It was almost as if the other guy's cock was pressed right up against him in the warm confines of her gorgeous body. The underside of Trevor's cock shaft seemed to glide against the underside of his own as they carefully moved their tools in and out of her respective holes. RJ quickly learned to love the sensation of another cock bucking against his own while they both were buried in pussy and ass. Trevor began moving more quickly now, drilling his prick deep into Sheri's tight chute and slamming his balls against her smooth ass. RJ quickly picked up his cue and more determinedly thrust his fat prick up into her clutching pussy. They fucked her like a pair of bawdy pirates, taking pleasure from her ass, her twat and from each others thrusting cocks. RJ was the first to become a panting mess, his breathing become heated and labored as his body pressed itself more firmly against the mattress under him. With a husky sigh his cock head erupted way up inside Sheri's snatch, scalding the walls of her pussy with his special sauce. Trevor's cock continued to pound against his own through the membranes separating pussy and ass, causing RJ to shoot one toe-curling load after another until he was completely spent. RJ lay limp and entirely drained, a clue that he'd just had some of the best sex in his young life. Trevor pulled his slick cock from Sheri's ass hole and the girl fell over to lay on her back beside RJ, her body still squirming with womanly desires. Her creamy thighs were spread and raised as her ass moved about on the sheets, her fingers playing in the juncture of her womanhood. "Hey, Chucky, get your dick over here and show Sheri some lovin'," Trevor ordered. Like an obedient dog Chucky scrambled into place and slipped his short fat one into Sheri's firecracker-hot furnace. Immediately he was overwhelmed by the wetness of RJ's spent cum making her cunt even more slick than usual. It drove Chucky crazy with arousal knowing he was screwing in the idolized school stud's fuck slop. His rounded ass rose and fell rapidly as he pounded his girl friend's abused pussy like he never had before. Throwing a mischievous wink to a still dazed RJ, Trevor wiped his dick on a mussed sheet, got to his feet and stepped over the fucked-out teen. Standing astraddle the prone Sheri, he stepped up to Chucky and, grabbing a fistful of hair, pulled his head back so the other teen was looking up at him. "Suck me off, Chucky," he ordered. When Chucky, panting from his fevered fuck session, looked back at him wordlessly, Trevor told him, "You know you want to, dude. You've been lookin' at our dicks the whole fuckin' time. Now suck me off!" "Wh-what's going on?" It was Sheri, momentarily coming out of her sexual daze. Before she could realize what was happening RJ summoned the strength to twist his body in her direction and planted his lips over hers to silence the girl---and block her from observing what he knew was about to happen. While his tongue was devoured by Sheri's passionate, cock-tasting mouth, Chucky swallowed away his last moment of indecision and parted his lips wide to accept the glistening cock presented before him. From the first time he got a look at RJ's gargantuan appendage Chucky had found himself thinking more and more about male cock. Chucky liked girls---of that there was no doubt---but he couldn't seem to stop himself from wondering what it was like to mess around with another guy. Wasn't as if he wanted to fuck or get fucked, but Chucky somehow managed to develop an unexplained interest in cock. They were, after all, fuckin' magnificent and powerful tools of a young man's trade. And the thing hanging between RJ Giagianno's legs was the most magnificent of them all. What Chucky wouldn't give to have a tool like that on himself! He, too, would have all the girls falling over him like RJ did. Chucky idolized his buddy RJ, although the other boy hardly realized it. It was hard as hell for him to suppress an erection dressed in his almost-there wrestling attire while he grappled with the other teen on the mats. Taking up with Sheri, RJ's frequent fuck, was almost like actually being with the other boy. He got to fuck the same twat RJ fucked. And then to weasel himself into watching them go at it? That was a real coup for Chucky. Good thing RJ was so focused on Sheri, lest he realize that Chucky's eyes were always totally on him. The cock presently in his face wasn't RJ's (though he wished it were)---but it was a cock. And it was being offered to him. And if Chucky didn't take up that offer right here and now, it might never come again. Besides, Trevor Davidson was a hot looking dude in his own right who obviously liked to have lots of fun in the sack. And Chucky was all for that. So he took hold of the throbbing prick and ran his suddenly trembling fingers over the wet surface of the exposed meat. It was the first time he'd held a cock other than his own and he found himself overwhelmed with a sense of forbidden excitement. Chucky moved his fist up and down the full length of Trevor's beautiful cock, squeezing the perfect head when he reached the crest. A dollop of pre-cum pulsed from Trevor's cock slash and Chucky knew he just had to have it. Looking up at the good looking teen, as if for approval, he moved in closer and swiped his tongue over the heated glans. Sitting back on his haunches he took a moment to savor the heady flavor marinating his taste buds. Deciding he liked it---liked it a lot---Chucky made a lusty moan and lunged forward, burying the tasty cock in his anxious mouth. Chucky gagged momentarily when the slick head crashed into the back of his throat, but he valiantly fought the reaction. His lips closed around the cock stalk, less than two inches from Trevor's pubic bush, as he began feverishly sucking on the slab of meat which had moments before been up his girl friend's ass and pussy. Hot blood pumped anew throughout Trevor's pulsating prick, brought back to life by Chucky's rapidly flicking tongue. Trevor had to admit that it felt fucking awesome, even if Chucky was a freshmen cock sucker. What the stocky wrestler lacked in skill, he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. Chucky's nostrils flared widely like a snorting pig as he noisily feasted on Trevor's teen meat At the same time, his steel-hard cock failed in miss a beat plunging in and out of Sheri's overused puss. He had quickly learned to like having a chunk of buddy meat in his mouth and gave it his all, sucking and feasting on the living thing with more vigor than any girl had ever shown him. After all, he figured, he was a guy and guys weren't supposed to suck cock the same way girls did. Guys always did things rougher. Sucking a cock must be the same way. A dude had to really throw himself into it and give it lots of muscle. And that's just what Chucky did. He decided Trevor must have liked it because the blond boy's hands came to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves into his mop of hair, and he began thrusting his hips against Chucky's face. Chucky kept on sucking like a wild man while Trevor fucked his slobbering mouth, the hard shaft gliding easily between his full wet lips. RJ had one hand along Sheri's jaw line, tenderly massaging her cheek while he kept her busy with their long hot, passionate kiss. The girl had no idea that the boy presently pumping her pussy was also occupied with Trevor's cock. RJ stole a sidelong glance upward at the other two. From his disadvantaged perspective he couldn't get a direct view of the action, but it wasn't too hard to figure out what was going on with the way Trevor's ass kept moving back and forth. Chucky was surely getting his mouth cock stuffed--- that was for certain. Trevor was a teen who usually displayed a great of stamina, but he'd been fucking pussy, ass and, now, guy mouth for a long while and his balls were tightened up and more than ready to unleash their voluminous load. He would have liked to enjoy this blow job a while longer, but an afternoon of sex had finally taken its toll on him. Stabbing more determinedly into Chucky's face hole, Trevor began panting like a long distance runner as he felt that familiar tightness consume his entire body. His ball dam burst and geysers of rich, salty teen joy juice gushed in powerful waves into Chucky's mouth. With little other choice, Chucky valiantly tried to swallow all this intoxicating cream, reveling in his very first taste of another guy's cum. Chucky took to it like a fat girl to chocolate, greedily devouring the warm, rich load. Although he tried to take it all, Chucky was merely a beginner, so some of Trevor's sweet boy cream overflowed and trickled down the corners of the cock sucker's mouth. Chucky hadn't even finished draining Trevor when he began panting around the dick unloading in his mouth and shot his own load up inside Sheri's sloppy clam. It had to be the best orgasm he'd had, Chucky later thought. His copious cum combined with RJ's earlier deposit and surrounded his dick in a comforting wetness. Trevor had to tear his piece away from Chucky or the boy would have kept on trying to suck another load from him. Chucky looked over to the other boy, who had dropped to his knees on one side of the mattress, with a smoldering look of lust in his eyes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When RJ was sure things looked reasonably safe, he broke his lip lock with Sheri and rolled over to one side, propping himself up on an elbow while his fingers drew imaginary designs on the tight surface of her lower belly. "Fuck, RJ!" It was Trevor. "Looks like you're ready to go again." RJ realized his cock was standing up at full attention again---if, in fact, it had ever really gone down. Shrugging nonchalantly, he grinned back at the other boys. He could certainly go for another ride in Sheri, but the girl had taken enough cock for one afternoon. There would be other times---lots of other times. And, from the looks of things, Chucky was about to become an even more integral participant. Pedaling across the highway and into the mall's parking lot, RJ was uncomfortably aware of his hard on stretching down his right thigh and pleading for release. Reminiscences of the cool things transpiring only a few weeks ago had him horned up all over again. In his most private moments, RJ sometimes worried his frequent arousal would be considered abnormal. Seemed like he was boned up more often than not! At first he wanted to talk to his dad about it but, after spying on Ray sucking dick with big Jon, RJ decided cock wasn't the best thing to discuss with his parent. It was fuckin' Timmy Taylor, a few months older than RJ but worlds ahead when it came to matters of sex, who reassured him. At their age, Timmy said, guys throw boners all the time. Something to do with the growth hormones. RJ didn't know how much of Timmy's scientific advice he believed, but it was comforting to know he wasn't alone. Not that he minded getting a hard on. It sure felt good, especially when there was someone else around to help him finish it off. And a good looking star athlete like RJ had little trouble finding a willing accomplice. But going into the mall with a boner was hardly an option. RJ secured his bike in the rack outside of Stern's department store on the upper level of the mall and impatiently waited for his erection to subside. He thought of anything he could to dispel the growth throbbing against the front of his shorts. Picturing Cindy Adams, the fattest girl in his grade level, completely nude was one sure-fire way to lose a hard-on. It took a little while, but soon RJ was respectable enough to advance into the chill air conditioning of the large shopping mall. He walked briskly through the department store, making his way to the main concourse. There, numerous stores of differing specialties lined both sides of the upper and lower levels. RJ's mission was to purchase a pair of sneakers for his new school semester with the money his mother had handed him earlier. His mistake was following a course that led him past the video arcade. RJ was never one to pass up pin ball and video games. Finding a couple of his school mates there, RJ wound up spending the next hour challenging them in his favorite games. If it weren't for Ralphie and Junior eventually having to leave, RJ might have wasted away more of his sneaker money. The three boys left the arcade together, Ralphie and Junior going their way while RJ headed off in the direction of Dicks, the sporting goods store. Midway to his destination RJ realized he had a need to evacuate his bladder. Cursing the fact that the main bathrooms were located in a different wing of the mall, RJ figured he could probably make it to Dicks. After all, it wasn't like he had to take a mean piss, like a guy sometimes got from holding it in. Passing the lower level to Sears, RJ suddenly remembered that most of the big department stores housed several bathrooms for their customer's use. No need for him to wait, after all. Making a turn, he entered the wide entrance to the store and sought out a clerk who could direct him to the facilities. As it turned out, he was closest to the bathroom in the back corner of the ladies lingerie department. It was so damned inconspicuous; RJ had a bit of trouble finding the place. When he did, he pushed open the door to the men's room and nearly collided with a grandfatherly type making his exit. The man appeared curiously nervous and mumbled an apology before scampering off. RJ, quickly forgetting the old dude, let the door close behind him and was unzipping his fly before he even got near the urinal. It was a medium-sized room, hosting two side-by-side urinals, two stalls and two sinks. The place was immaculately clean, RJ noticed as his bored eyes roamed around while he unloaded his yellow stream against the white porcelain. It didn't take him long. When he'd finished giving his big dick the obligatory shakes after a piss, RJ decided to take advantage of the fact that he was alone in the public facility. Thinking about those fuck sessions with Sheri, Trevor and Chucky earlier had left him feeling extremely horny. Spitting into his palm RJ leaned back on his heels, groin thrust out toward the urinal, and lovingly stroked his dick. The beautiful beast began to thicken almost immediately. A rustling sound coming from one of the stalls behind him was enough to startle the teen. As feet scuffled, the lock turned and the door to one stall began to swing inward, RJ knew he didn't have enough time to tuck his monster back in. Nervously he stepped up close to the urinal to camouflage his semi hard. He didn't want to look, but something made RJ glance over his shoulder. And the person he saw standing there caused the jock to do a double take. "Charley Fitzpatrick!" he gasped. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Charley appeared just as stunned as RJ. "RJ! I was just-----uhhhh, just------" The boy looked nervously to the door and back to RJ again. "You was just watchin' me through the crack in that door, weren't you, you queer fuck?" "No, no!" Charley protested, shaking his head from side to side so vehemently RJ thought the scared teen's glasses would go flying off his face. "I didn't know it was you out here, RJ. Honest!" RJ looked down at his own cock, frustrated to see that it hadn't relaxed at all. It certainly wouldn't take Charley much to figure he wasn't standing there taking a piss any longer. But he sure as shit couldn't zip himself up in his current state of arousal. Besides, even if he did manage to contain the beast, the minute he turned around Charley's queer eyes would be on his crotch and would instant detect his hard on. Exasperated by the situation he found himself in, RJ let out a frustrated sigh and looked back over his shoulder at the other teen. Charley was nervously shuffling his feet about on the tiled flooring, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "Well, what the fuck are you standing there for?" RJ asked toughly. "Go on. Get out." "I-I just want to wash my hands first. Okay, RJ?" And he hesitantly made his way over to the wash basin located to the left of the urinals. "Well hurry it up! And splash some water on your face, too. Looks like you got somethin' gooey all over it." Charley instinctively swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and glanced into the mirror above the sink. With his face slowly crimsoning, he shot his head over to RJ with a look of horror on his face. RJ suddenly remembered the man he'd bumped into a few minute ago and quickly pieced events together. "You were blowing that old fuck, you queer! Weren't you? That's his jizz you're wearing." Everybody knew Charley Fitzpatrick was the school's token gay blade. It was not something the boy could easily hide, even if he'd wanted to. Charley was effeminate. He didn't quite fit in with most of the other guys at school---and certainly not the jock set. Instead, he palled around with a group of b-grade girls at school. They were the only ones who knew of the obsessive crush Charley had on RJ Giagianno, the most desirable hunk in the entire high school. Heck, most of them harbored similar feelings toward the dark-haired athlete although they, like Charley, knew full well they didn't stand a chance with the hot stud. RJ went for the pretty, popular girls---not the pimple-faced, fat ones. Alone at night in his bed Charley often pounded his pud to graphic, romantic fantasies revolving around the Italian-looking hunk. In reality he knew he, a skinny, bespectacled nerd, didn't stand a chance with hard-bodied, macho jocks like RJ, Chucky, Leon or any of the others---but in his imaginings he could take them all on. "You sucked off that old man and were waitin' in that toilet for your next dick, you damned pig!" Charley was shaking his head again, the knuckles of his hands gripping the edges of the sink turning white. But much as he protested, RJ knew better. Fuckin' Charley Fitzpatrick was one of those rest room cruisers he'd heard rumors about. They lurked about in public bathrooms, eyeing up other guys and coaxing them into dropping their drawers for some hasty relief. RJ'd never been confronted with one before, but he always thought he'd beat the fuck out of any stranger making a move on him like that. But Charley Fitzpatrick was no stranger. "Don't try to deny it. The fuckin' evidence is all over you. Look, you even got some of his jizz on your shirt, you queer fuck!" Charley, however, didn't even attempt to find the cum spot on his apparel. Instead, his suddenly widened eyes were glued to the majestic slab of jock meat throbbing upward from the wide-open crotch of RJ's shorts. With the discovery of Charley's extracurricular activities, RJ had momentarily forgotten his entire reason for leaning so close to the urinal and leaned back just enough that his entire formidable package was on display. Following the hungry eyes of the thin-framed boy, RJ quickly realized his mistake. Instead of softening, his teen cock was rock hard and ready for action. Swallowing hard, RJ mustered up his tough-guy bravado. "You lookin' at my dick, queer? Huh?" And then he moved. With two long strides he had the front of Charley's shirt bunched up in his hand as he drove the quivering teen backwards into the stall. With a shove against his bony chest, Charley landed hard on the porcelain toilet seat while RJ slammed and locked the door behind him. Charley was shaking, certain he was about to be beaten to a bloody pulp by the much-stronger athlete in the relative privacy of the enclosure. But, instead of pounding fist to flesh, RJ was hoisting his shorts down around his ankles. Grabbing his dick around the thick base he stepped up to Charley and slapped the heavy meat against one side of the nerd's face, and then against the other. "You want dick, queer? Well, you're about to fuckin' get it!" He dug the fingers of one hand into Charley's tousled hair and roughly yanked his head forward as he thrust his cock into the startled boy's mouth. RJ's assault on his mouth was so swift and brutal that Charley nearly choked when the huge fuck knob hit the back of his throat. He gulped and snorted as the fat fucker threatened to cut off his supply of oxygen. "Take it, Charley!" RJ growled. "You know you been wantin' it all this time. I seen you checkin' out my meat every fuckin' chance you could get. This may be your first and only, so enjoy it, fucker!" With that, the young athlete began thrusting his hips against the meeker teen's face, ravenously plunging his colossal cock in and out of Charley's straining mouth. Charley gulped and snorted, desperately attempting to accommodate the huge, tasty fuck meat prying his jaws apart and battering his palate. RJ held the back of Charley's head steady with both hands, assaulting the known queer's mouth as if he'd been horned up for weeks without the slightest bit of relief. His boned up beef stick repeatedly plunged into Charley's wet, slippery mouth, threatening to bruise the other boy's stretched lips with his force. Charley was in all his glory feasting on the huge prick of the handsome, desirable school athlete. He'd wanted a piece of RJ for so fucking long it hardly mattered how he was achieving that goal. RJ could rape his mouth, treat him like a faggot whore, spit on him, piss on him, slap him around---he didn't care. Just to be granted the honor to service the hot, pussy fucking stud was more than enough to satisfy the smaller boy's fantasies. He'd stolen glances at RJ in the school bathrooms, had ogled his body in the gym locker room and beaten off countless times to those visions, but never did Charley think he would have the handsome stud's big, beautiful cock ravaging his suck hole! Charley was doing his damnedest to suck on the succulent slab of teen meat as it rapidly pushed in and out of his mouth. In an attempt to slow RJ down, to savor the moment, he placed his hands on the hunky teen's strong hips and tried to hold him steady. But RJ was much too strong for the likes of Charley Fitzpatrick. Realizing he didn't stand a chance in fighting RJ, Charley took the plunge. Wrapping his thin arms around the bucking bronc Charley managed to hold RJ close long enough to relax his throat and, with one fantastic gulp, swallow the foot long dong down to the short curly hairs. Charley had succeeded in stopping RJ dead in his tracks. With a long grunt which seemed to emanate from somewhere deep in his chest, RJ looked down at Charley with eyes agape and slackened jaw. Charley was looking up at him as his lips nibbled around the thick base of cock, nesting in the dark growth of pubic hair while his throat did all kinds of miraculous things to the buried boner. RJ felt every muscle in his athletic body tense as the entire length of his cock was caressed by the wet walls of Charley's throat. Even with his face so completely cock stuffed, Charley was somehow managing to swirl his tongue along the underside of RJ's shaft, teasing the thick cord with his mouth muscle. RJ tossed his head back and ran his hands through his hair as he momentarily glanced upward at the ceiling. Queer Charley was making him feel so fucking good! Who would have thought that the dweeby little nerd could suck cock just as well as Tyler fucking Davidson? Taking hold of the hem of his T-shirt, RJ lifted it over his head and rested it across the back of his shoulders, garnering an appreciative moan from Charley which reverberated along the length of his buried cock. Charley's hands glided up along the smooth surface of RJ's torso, caressing every muscular ripple of his physique. Latching on to the big brown nipples he tweaked the buds into hardness, rewarded when RJ began to move his hips, slowly fucking his dick in Charley's throat channel. RJ didn't know how Charley was able to take it---and he didn't want to somehow hurt the kid---but it seemed like the bespectacled dweeb really liked a deep throat fuck. And RJ was just horned up enough from thinking about his fuck session with Sheri, Chucky and Trevor to give the queer exactly what he wanted. His hips began to move more aggressively, eliciting moans of near-ecstasy from Charley as he increased the tempo, sliding his thick prick back, then forward, deep into the caverns of Charley's cock pleaser. Soon he was going full tilt while Charley clutched handfuls of his tight, heaving ass, barreling the full length of his appendage in and out of Charley's mouth. The cock head popped free of Charley's throat, depositing a trickle of delicious pre-cum on the surface of his tongue before thrusting back down into the deepest, sloppy depths until the meeker boy's nose was tickled by RJ's rich pubic patch. Seeing how Charley's glasses were riding up on the bridge of his nose and comically lop-sided, RJ did him the service of removing the specs and placed them on the top of the toilet paper dispenser. Up close and personal as he was, Charley didn't really need his eye enhancers anyhow. They went at it for long minutes, RJ face fucking Charley with full brutish force. Miraculously, no one else had come in to use the facilities and disturb the primitive rutting of the horny youths, although an intrusion wasn't even in their thoughts. Charley didn't want to rush things, but he couldn't wait for the final reward: a mouthful of what most certainly had to be the most rich, nourishing teen cream he'd ever tasted. He wanted to savor every blast and relish in the satisfaction of being the nerd who had swallowed the school jock's cum load. But RJ had other things in mind. A thick strand of spittle mixed with pre-cum clung from Charley's lower lip to the pulsating knob of RJ's cock when he yanked it totally free of the cock sucker's vacuous mouth. Saliva glided down his rock hard shaft, collecting in the fine hairs adorning his heavy ball sac and dripping down onto the tile floor. Charley craned his head forward for another taste, but RJ lightly slapped him off. "Get up, faggot!" RJ ordered and, when Charley didn't respond quickly enough, grasped the boy under the arm pits, pulling him to his feet. Before Charley even knew what was happening, RJ spun him around and yanked down the nerdy teen's shorts until they were collected around his ankles. With a strong hand on the thin boy's shoulder, RJ pressed him forward until Charley was bent over, gripping the toilet's tank with one hand while he reached for his glasses with he other. "Gonna fuck your ass for you," RJ announced, although Charley had already pretty much figured that out. He practically danced a delighted jig as he shuffled his feet to kick off his shorts and widen his stance, propping up his ass for the hugely hung jock's invasion. RJ peeled Charley's butt cheeks apart and stepped up to the other boy, tapping his saliva-slickened cock head against the queer's wrinkly brown eye. He planned to take it easy at first, to force just a bit of his length in and let the kid get used to such a huge cock up his ass before he fucked the living tar out of Charley Fitzpatrick. But, to RJ's utter astonishment, the moment he breached Charley's ring the other boy thrust himself back against him and his entire twelve fat inches sliced through Charley like a knife through warm butter. RJ released a masculine sigh when he bottomed out in Charley's ass hole while Charley let out an audible grunt. The stronger boy felt a warm, gooey wetness all around his buried cock and suddenly realized why he'd so easily entered the boy. Slapping Charley across the back of the head, he snarled, "You fucking queer! You let that old fart fuck you! That's his jizz I'm fuckin' around in!" As if to punish the other boy, RJ began an almost brutal assault on Charley's ravaged rectum. Charley barely had time to feel RJ's pubic hairs tickling his buttocks, for RJ was already ripping out and immediately plunging back in for a full-tilt fuck. RJ shoved his thick, rigid cock between Charley's super-stretched ass lips, fucking the boy with every ounce of his athlete's strength. His hairy, sweaty crotch slapped against the queer teen's buttocks with each angry, gut-wrenching thrust. Cum-filled, pendulous balls swung wildly between his spread legs, colliding against Charley's own low-hanging sac and making the thin teen feel like someone had punched him not only in the ass, but in the gut as well. His pile-driving stokes were deep and deliberate, yanking his mammoth fucker better than half of the way out and then thrusting head-on back into the bathroom cock hound once again. Charley's entire body seemed to shudder each time RJ went balls deep into him, causing the boy to come up on his toes and grip tighter to the back of the toilet lest he be projected against the tile wall in front on him. In those brief moments his hog was visible, RJ could see the froth of the grandfather type's spent cum coating his organ. Rather than repulsing him, it curiously added to RJ's arousal, knowing that he was fucking like mad in a grown man's cum dump. "You like that, Charley?" he asked, his deep voice showing the strain of his labor. "You been wantin' this dick long enough, that's for sure. Always checking me out. Well, you got what you wished for, queer boy." Charley was completely unable to answer. He was too preoccupied trying to stifle a holler. The massive torpedo head of RJ's gargantuan gun seemed to be stretching his asshole wider and wider with each gut-wrenching plunge. Although he knew full well that he'd been getting every glorious inch from the get-go, it felt as though every thrust was deeper than the last. He wished he had something to stuff in his mouth to stifle the uncontrollable moans and groans which might bring mall security. Leon Taylor's big black dick could easily have served the purpose. RJ was a much stronger teen than Charley. In fact, there was no comparison. To hold the boy steady so he could take a good fucking, RJ had his hands on Charley's too-trim hips, roughly yanking him backward when the frail boy seemed ready to catapult over the bowl. Young, testosterone-driven RJ hadn't gotten off in too long---a couple of days, at least---and all that thinking about fucking around this summer with Chucky, Sheri, Trevor and Tyler had him crazed with lust. Charley was a hole---a hot, cum-soaked hole---that aptly filled his desperate need. He was purposely fucking him hard---real hard---the way he had taken to fucking Tyler. The way he figured guys should fuck---if they were gonna fuck around with each other at all. Not that he was in any rush to do it, but if he was going to be fucked he wouldn't want it to be all sweet and romantic like with a girl. He'd want to be power-fucked. Just like he figured his Dad probably fucked "Uncle" Jon. His Dad was no candy ass, that much was for sure, and RJ couldn't see him playing cutesy with any guy he fucked. And "Uncle" Jon sure looked like he could fuck, too. He wondered now, as he had from the night he'd first seen them together, if his father sometimes bent over and spread `em for "Uncle" Jon. Just thinking about his masculine father and pseudo uncle drove RJ's libido to an even greater height. Charley instantly picked up on the change in RJ, who seemed to be getting into their rutting more and more as they went along. Swinging into the spirit of things Charley rammed his ass back against the other boy the moment he'd partially vacated his love hole and ground his sweaty ass on RJ's equally sweaty pubes. He smiled at the audible reaction from RJ and used every ounce of strength he had to tighten his hot channel around the pulsating monster buried within him. RJ moaned again when he felt Charley's ass muscles gripping and caressing his pride and joy. Rubbing Charley's hips appreciatively, he made a slow withdrawal this time, pulling back until just the head was filling Charley's hole and then, without hurry, fed inch after inch after inch back up into the boy. RJ detected Charley's heavy, appreciative sigh when he had filled him and hesitated there a few moments, savoring the warmth way up in his colon before resuming his fevered fuck pitch. A blissful Charley cherished each moment of the fuck. He, Charley Fitzpatrick, high school nerd, was getting dicked by the most popular boy in his grade---maybe even in the whole damned school! The good looking soccer stud, wrestling champ, football linebacker and catcher for the baseball team----who could have any girl he wanted---was fucking him, local queer boy Charley Fitzpatrick! Poor Charley was so enraptured in that moment he hardly realized it when his dick began shooting scads of cum across the cover of the toilet seat below him. His ass reflexively tightened around RJ's invading member, but that did little to halt RJ's prostate banging assault. In fact, for RJ, it made the fucking all that much better. When RJ felt that familiar aching in his tightened balls, he knew his own moment was close at hand. The sensation spread from his sac to his groin and seemed to travel to every part of his body. It felt so fucking awesome! He was panting like a heated dog and frantically working his lips with his wet, pink tongue. At the final moment, he yanked his pulsating prick from Charley's hole, spun the boy around and pushed him down onto the cum-soaked toilet seat. His huge cock throbbed obscenely and a blast of white hot jism burst from the expanding lips of his crown, striking Charley directly in the middle of his forehead. The next powerful jet blasted the right lens of his eye glasses, partially blinding Charley's immediate vision. The wanton cock sucker stretched his jaws wide and was quickly rewarded with another equally impressive spurt which skidded over his extended tongue and hit his dangling uvula. The steel hard jock rod continued to spurt teen joy juice like an uncapped oil strike for a few moments more, bathing Charley in its pungent sheen. Cum soaked, Charley covered the beautiful cock head with his mouth and sucked RJ dry, swallowing down every last drop of his tasty orgasm. RJ's sports trained thighs quivered from the sensation Charley was bringing to his organ, the nerve endings precariously sensitive immediately following his release. He allowed the boy to nurse on him a few moments more before pulling his dick away and squatting on his youthfully muscular haunches before him. "You don't tell nobody about this, you hear?" Even through the glaze covering his lenses, Charley could see a thick finger pointed menacingly at his face. "You tell anybody and I'll say you're a fucking liar. And who you think they're gonna believe? Huh?" He lightly slapped Charley on one side of the face. "You ever want any of this dick again you don't say anything to anybody." "I-I won't tell nobody, RJ. Honest!" The happy cock sucker proclaimed. RJ looked at him for a moment longer and then, curiously, swiped his middle and index finger across Charley's face, scooping up gobs of his spent cum, and fed it to the other boy. Charley scarfed the offering from RJ's fingers, lovingly sucking them dry. Then, to the boy's utter astonishment, RJ collected more. Only this time he brought the collection to his own lips, sampling his cum load! And it sure didn't look like he found it at all distasteful. In fact, it looked to Charley as if RJ loved the taste of his sex juice. Abruptly, RJ rose and hoisted up his shorts. Tucking his huge, slowly deflating cock safely away he turned from Charley and unlocked the door. Stepping through the opening, he paused for a moment and turned to face his class mate. "And you better start beefing up, Charley. If you're gonna be a fuck buddy of mine, you gotta have some muscle on that scrawny ass of yours." He paused a moment, a thought in his head but unsure whether he should speak it. Then, almost reluctantly, "Maybe some day, when nobody's home, you can come over and I'll show you how to lift weights out in my dad's shed. But don't you be droppin' over whenever you feel like it, you got it? I'll let you know." Charley felt like the happiest boy on the entire eastern seaboard. He bobbed his head up and down, so stunned he was unable to utter a response. And then RJ was gone. He heard the door close behind the handsome jock and leaned back, running his hands over his body and rubbing RJ's rich cream into his skin. RJ may have been the all-around, accomplished athlete but in this game it was Charley who had scored. RJ skipped the sneaker buying and, instead, headed to the Sterns exit where he'd parked his bike. Releasing it from the rack, he threw one muscular leg across the bike and pedaled across the lot away from the building. Before he reached the highway he braked for a moment, pausing to look over his shoulder at the sprawling mall. A satisfied smile broke out on his handsome face. He was just like his Dad, building up a stable of fuck buddies for his personal pleasure. He wondered, if Ray knew what he was up to, if he'd be proud of his son. With that bizarre thought, RJ resumed pumping pedals and sped off into the distance---his needs satisfied---for now.