Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 21:02:19 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Wedding Bell Blueboys

This is a work of erotic fiction containing explicit sexual descriptions
and is not intended for anyone under the age of legal consent.  The entire
text is the sole property of the author and may not be used in any form
without his express permission.  (Just ask, he's easy!)

(c) 2001 JRoyale

It was one of those hot motherfuckin' Saturdays during the dog days of
summer that Vinnie Mancuso had chosen to wed Carla Porcelli.  Not that he
was crazy in love with her; it all had to do with family respect and honor.
The Mancuso and Porcelli families had been tight for years, first in the
old neighborhood in Brooklyn and later in the Jersey suburb they both
relocated to.  Vinnie and Carla had known each other since they were kids;
he could still remember her in scrappy pigtails and braces chasing after
the boys on her bicycle.  She wanted to be part of the "secret
brotherhood", but that was only for the boys---who always wound up eluding
poor Carla.  As far as Vinnie and his goumbas were concerned, girls
belonged at home playing with Barbie and having tea parties while the boys
pretended they were Al Capone and his nefarious gang.  Carla's
younger-by-one-year brother, Carmine, was part of the gang and got many
whippings from old Mrs. Porcelli for teasing his sister and not letting her
play with the other children.  Carmine, a real good-looking sonofabitch
even then, once managed to convince eleven-year-old Vinnie to let him unzip
his fly and gave Vincenzo his first real blow job---they were blood
brothers after all.  The little Italian stallion ended up blowing all the
boys in their "club" before the damned summer was over.  Who woulda thought
that years later he would've ended up marrying Teresa Saldono, the broad
with the biggest set of tits on the northeastern seaboard and that, almost
three years later, Vinne would end up marryin' his sister.

Carla had grown up to be a big-mouthed, long-nosed---but beautiful---bitch
on wheels.  She spent more time in the fuckin' beauty parlor than she did
in the shopping mall, and was always on the goddamned phone with one of her
many girlfriends.  She'd let Vinnie know right off the bat that she wasn't
nuts about sex and would give it up only when she was in the mood.  When
the mood struck (at least twice a month) the Italian Princess behaved like
a wanton whore in heat, more than making up for earlier missed
opportunities.  Vinnie knew marriage wasn't gonna stop him from sampling
some other pussy around town.  And, when it came down to it, he didn't
really think Carla would even mind.  Well, at least, not much.  They were
honorin' the contract between their parents and that's all it came down to
in the end.

On this particularly hot August morning Vinnie was stretched out on a
lounge chair in the secluded back yard of the home he'd bought not far from
his parents in a quiet Jersey neighborhood.  It wasn't even 9 AM yet and
the fuckin' sun was beatin' down on his fine body.  Last night, in lieu of
a bachelor's party, all the guys had gone out for some midnight fishing and
boozing.  They'd had a decent time; only problem was with the girl his best
buddy---and best man---Angelo was supposed to have arranged for the party.
She never showed up!  A boat full of horny Italians set out for the sea
minus the paid bimbo who was supposed to give them all a little head!
Vinnie knew his marriage was startin' off on the wrong foot when he
couldn't get some tail on the last night of his bachelorhood.  But he
caught a decent amount of fish and didn't get too drunk.  Ang had stayed
over the night in the guest room and was still snorin' up a storm in the
chilly air conditioning.  Finding himself restless, Vinnie had come outside
to let the brutal sun beat him into submission---just as Carla would
probably end up doing for the rest of his life!

Vincenzo Mancuso was a ruggedly handsome 28-year-old Siciliano stud with
short, thick and wavy jet-black hair, its coloring matching those heavy
eyebrows which nearly met at the center of his naturally tanned face.  His
eyes, now shut behind dark sunglasses, were a piercing blue shade and
bordered by long, almost feminine, black lashes.  He had a strong jaw, now
covered with grizzly stubble, and thick, succulent lips.  The only thing
saving him from perpetual pretty boy status was the break in the natural
line of his nose, caused once in a high-school football game which got
highly competitive and another time in a fist fight with Sammy "The
Slimeball" Foscone when the little weasel disparaged the Mancuso family
name.  Living up to his reputation, Sammy had Vinnie jumped by his hoods in
the midst of the altercation which laid Vincenzo up for close to a week.
Shortly after Vinnie's Uncle Luigi heard of the event, Sammy disappeared
and was never seen or heard from again.  Vinnie didn't ask no
questions---he didn't wanna know nuthin'.

Sweat broke out over Vinnie's big, strong body in the hot morning sunshine.
He was only wearing a pair of knee-length cotton drawstring shorts which
were slung low on his waist and pulled up high on his meaty thighs.  The
unforgiving sun washed over his broad linebacker shoulders and massive
chest, his pecs covered with a dusting of dark manly hair which trailed
down in an almost-straight line over his hard belly, outlined his indented
navel and then spread out ever-wider into the waistband of his shorts.  His
thick, hairy legs were stretched out to either side of the lounge, bare
feet planted on the neatly trimmed grass below.  Vincenzo enjoyed the way
the strong sun was making his body feel and arched his back up as if to
meet its rays while he ran a big hand over his sweaty torso, cupped a
pumped-up pec and dug thick fingers through the dense jungle in his moist
armpit.  The other muscled arm was raised on the chaise beneath his bulk,
elbow out at a ninety-degree angle with his head cupped in the palm of that
hand.  The intense heat beating into his olive skin was awesome, almost
like some kind of wicked aphrodisiac that was beginning to make him horny
as hell.  He slid that wandering hand down over his thick body again and
stuffed it into the front of his pants.  It was all hot and musky inside
there.  His wiry pubes were awful damp as he brushed past them and cupped
his big, sweaty ballsac with all four fingers while his thumb hooked around
the base of his hairy root.  Squeezing his meaty sac, Vinnie decided lack
of expected sex from the "bachelor party girl" last night was what had him
so cooked up today.  Carla'd already told him she was on the rag so there
would be nuthin' happenin' on the wedding night and here he was with a
hard-on forming in his shorts!  What the fuck, Vinnie thought to himself,
Angelo's still passed out in the house and there's a few hours to kill
before the ceremony so why not jerk off, take a swim and then start to get
ready for il matrimonio.  Taking hold of his thick shaft, Vinnie slowly
began to pump it inside his sweaty drawers.

"Looks fuckin' hot, Vince, you need some help there, l'amico?"

His humpy body visibly jumped as the deep, masculine voice startled him.
Vince's eyes shot wide open and looked up through dark lenses at his
brother-in-law-to-be, Carmine Porcelli, standing there right at the foot of
the lounge.  The sneaky sonofabitch had that wiseass look spread all over
his face, just like the cat who'd caught the canary.

"What de fuck, Carmine!" he growled, yanking his hands out of his pants and
trying to sit up to conceal the obvious protrusion tenting the loose
material of his shorts.  "Whatchoo doin' sneakin' up on a guy?"

"Ey, Vincent, no sneakin' up.  I come right tru the fuckin' gate.  How's I
s'posed to know you'd be out here playin' witchyerself," he added with that
sneaky lecherous grin.  "Whaddaya, gettin' ready for bangin' the fuck outa
my sista ta'nite?"  He placed the suit bag he'd been carrying across the
back of a nearby chair.

Twenty-seven year old Carmine, at 5'7", stood a full inch taller than Vince
and had dark brown hair which had been cut in one of those trendy fades
ever since he started thinning out up there---not so much as to be
noticeable, but it sure as shit was noticeable to him.  Carmine was
fastidious about his appearance; his wife with the mammoth hooters was the
slob of that family.  The dude was always impeccably groomed and dressed to
the nines.  He had a long, angular face with those classic high cheekbones
which he attempted to offset with a neatly manicured goatee.  The guys
often teased him about it, claiming Carmine had grown the thing cos Teresa
liked to have her pussy ticked when he went down there to mangiare.  His
eyes were a few shades lighter than his hair, almond-shaped and forever
teasing.  Today, Mr. G-fucking-Q was wearing Versace shorts and a
pastel-colored tank top, which showed off his gym-toned biceps and strong,
muscular legs.  He surprised Vince by sitting his ass down right on the
edge of the lounge Vinnie was occupying.

"Nah, man," he replied, embarrased as hell in front of Carmine that his
fuckin' dick wasn't goin' down.  "She's on the rag!  No pussy for me even
on my freakin' weddin' night."

"Whaddaya, kiddin?!" Carmine exclaimed, spreading his Jack La Lanne arms
dramatically.  "The whole fuckin' house over there knows she's on a rag!
My sista's a bitch on wheels and right now they got the double whammy goin'
on with my fuckin' Teresa playin' her maida onnah.  Beween you and me,
Vinnie," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "you could do a whole lot
bettah."

Vinnie gave him a brotherly slap against his smooth-shaven right cheek.
"You know why I got to marry her, Carmine, come on."

"Yeah, yeah," Carmine sing-songed, sadly shaking his head and focusing on
the big bulge fighting to get out of Vince's cotton baggys.  "Yo, Vinnie,
it ain't like I haven't seen that big fuckin' thinga yaws befaw.  You wanna
jerk off, go ahead and jerk off.  Wit that fuckin' Teresa not washin' her
twat much lately, I been jerkin' off an awful lot myself.  Where's fuckin'
Angelo, I'll bet he ain't got a piece lately eithah.  We can have ourselves
a circle jerk, just like old times!"

"We ain't done that shit since we was twelve yeahs old," Vinnie chided him.
"And Angelo's still passed out in there; I dunno what de fuck he was
drinkin' on that boat but he musta really got himself fucked up."

Carmine laughed loudly, his playful eyes dancing.  "Guess he didn't catch
no fish, huh!  Me neither.  But it looks like I'm gonna catch the biggest
one right now!"  And without any further warning, his hand shot foward and
took hold of the throbbing bulge growing out of Vince's sweaty groin.
Stunned, Vince's breath caught in his throat as his sensitive piece was
fondled through the soft material of his shorts by his future wife's
brother!

Swallowing hard, he managed, "Carmine, what the fuck you think you're
doin'?"

Carmine was sliding his other hand up and under the leg opening and
instantly found Vincent's sopping wet ballsac, which he took into his palm
and gently squeezed while continuing to stroke the cloth-covered ramrod.
"If my sista ain't gonna take care-a you, at least her brutha can lend a
hand...or mouth....or asshole....whatevah you want, Vincent."

"Wh-Whatdaya mean?" Vince stammered.  "You ain't no fuckin' queah!  What
about Teresa?  Those big fuckin titsa hers!"

Carmine made a face.  "What---you think she lets me near them things?!  One
time in all the years we're married!  One fuckin' time I get to titty-fuck
her!  I tell ya, Vince, there'll all cunts.  Only one you can count is is
your goumbas!"  To accentuate the point he pulled one leg of the shorts
high up on Vincent's hairy thigh and fished cock out into the open.  All
eight rock-hard and bulging inches of fat Italian sausage sprang into view,
pulsing with a maddening fury.  Leaning in a little closer, Carmine spat
full onto the thick veiny cockstalk, wrapped his fingers around the hot
meat and began jerking his buddy off while he continued to fondle that
weighty set of macho balls.

"Yo, Carmine," Vince whispered breathlessly, "we shouldn't be doin' this,
man.  I'm marryin' your sista in a couplea hours.  And...and Angelo's
upstairs in the house."  But he had to admit to himself that it sure felt
good to have somebody other than himself playin' with his desperately horny
manhood.

"Hey Vinnie, don' worry 'bout it," Carmine replied, slowly and methodically
twisting the closed palm of his spit-slickened hand along the magnificent
shaft from root to head.  His other hand released the drooping, hairy
nutsac and took to massaging Vincent's strong inner thigh.  "Angelo's dead
to the world and what my fuck of a sista don' know ain't gonna hurt her.
Think of this as an early wedding present from your future il cognato."

He was about to protest a bit further, reminding Carmine that they weren't
eleven-year-old pre-pubescent boys hanging out in a clubhouse any
longer---not to mention the fact that he wasn't into guys (although his big
throbber appeared to be having one hell of a good time in Carmine's busy
hand).  But, just as he was forming the words to call a stop to their
manplay, the fleshy lips of his piss slit spread open and a dewy drop of
pre-cum pulsed out.  Like a predatory vulture, Carmine swooped right down
and slid his tongue over the surface of Vinnie's big cockhead, lapping up
the tasty man-goo.  And then he went for broke, slipping the purple-tinged
helmet between his lips and sucking away on it as he continued to jerk the
long length of the bloated shaft.

"AW, FUCK!" Vince groaned as he fell back against the slightly elevated
lounge.  Carmine's lips inched their way down his formidable slab of beef,
slurping up the hardened flesh and lodging the leaking swollen dickhead far
back into his greedy mouth.  With the goatee framed around the other man's
oral cavity, Vinnie momentarily thought to himself that it almost looked
like a pussy gobbling up his bloated snout with such a fierce energy---but
it sure felt a whole lot better than anything he'd ever fucked before.
Stretching his arms up to cup his head in the palms of his hands, Vinnie
curiously watched as Carmine went to work sucking and face-fucking his
thick, corded shaft.

Carmine made himself comfortable between Vince's widely spread legs, his
hands braced on the macho stud's muscular, hairy thighs as he devoured more
and more of the magnificent prick.  For years he'd wanted to get back into
Vincent's pants to find out if the grown man was anywhere near as
scrumptuous as when he'd been a pre-teen.  Carmine fucked pussy sometimes,
but he'd had an all-consuming weakness for straight cock as far back as he
could remember.  He wasn't interested in the gay trade, although on
occasion he let some of the manlier fags blow his joint---but he never
returned the favor.  And he'd tried a fews bi-scenes, but that didn't seem
to do it for him either.  No, only a 100% certified hunky hetero male could
quench his desire---and Vincent Mancuso was the studliest slab of beef he'd
ever known!  He knew this was probably his one and only chance, so Carmine
was determined to give Vinnie the best fuckin' blow job of his life and
maybe ---who knew, just maybe in the future when Carla-the-cunt was holdin'
out on him---Vinnie might remember the damned good time given to him by his
brother-in-law, the primo cocksucker.

The good-looking narcissistic Italian's mouth was noisily working on Vince,
struggling like hell to swallow the entire cock to the hilt.  He was making
all kinds of gurgling and gagging sounds and breathing heavily through his
flared nostrils.  The tight muscles in his throat relaxed and, with one
final gulp, Carmine impaled himself on eight inches of prime manbeef.  With
the fat knot lodged firmly in his throat, Carmine still managed to flick
his tongue against the thick root which tasted of musky man-sweat.  He
deeply inhaled the pungent aroma of Vincent's thick bush pressed firmly
against his nose as he used both hands to alternately grasp, yank and milk
the heavy, drooping ballsac resting between the dark-haired man's legs.
Vinnie was moanin' and groanin' and his hips were squirming all over the
place, attesting to the fact that he was enjoying the lip service.  He
started humping up and down, trying to fuck Carmine's slick, wet throat
with that big tool.  Before he suffocated on dick, Carmine came up off the
fat hog and started slobbering all over the tasty piece.  He used his lips
and tongue all over the meaty shaft, paying special attention to suck up
all the juice abundantly leaking from Vinnie's fat dickslit and then buried
his face in the humid warmth of the hairy ballbag.  Rolling one nut in his
expert mouth, and then the other, Carmine never stopped stroking the hot,
flexing hard-on.  If Carmine hadn't known it was damned near impossible, he
would have thought the bulging beauty was growing even larger in his grasp!

"You got one hot fuckin' dick, buddy," he managed between mouthfuls,
looking up past the towering cock at the groom-to-be, who was all kinds of
sexed-up at this point.  Unfiltered by cloud cover the beating sun,
combined with the torrid sex action, bathed Vincent's body in a wet sheen
of perspiration.  Rivulets of hot male sweat were liberally pouring off his
hard, muscular flesh, pooling in each rippled indention along his washboard
torso and making him look even more irresistibly desirable.  So preoccupied
was he with servicing that big delicious cock, Carmine hadn't realized that
his own sweat glands were drenching his clinging tank top and that his
crotch and ass-crack were sopping wet.  Barely losing a beat, he shucked
all his clothes and started paying some attention to his own straining
seven-plus incher.  Lifting Vinnie's hefty ball sac, now heavily coated
with his saliva, Carmine buried his face in the hunk's secret spot.  Things
were real wet and sweaty down there; goddamn if it didn't smell like the
raunchiest locker room he'd ever been in.  Carmine reveled in the
intoxicating masculine aroma between balls and asshole and managed to snake
the tip of his tongue to Vinnie's hairy hole.

"Holy Fuckin' Shit!" Vinnie moaned, running the back of his hand over his
profusely perspiring forehead.  "Gotta jump in the pool.....sweatin' my
balls off!"  But Carmine wasn't about to let him go anywhere.  He licked
his way up and over one strong, muscular inner thigh and attacked Vince's
navel, sucking the pool of sweat from his indentation.  Working like a
determined cat, he lapped up every bead of funky man sweat settled across
those washboard abs and, tracing the free-flowing trickles cascading down
Vince's chest, soon had his face buried in the wet fuzz adorning his pecs.
The big, dark nipples poking out from beneath a soft covering of hair were
looking too plump to resist, so Carmine took one fleshy protrusion between
his lips and wildly sucked.  With his gym-toned arms to either side of
Vincent, supporting his weight, he was practically on top of the other man
at this point.  Vinnie was bucking and straining beneath him, his
soaking-wet head rolling from side to side, so it was inevitable when their
big cocks eventually came into contact.  In no time flat, Carmine was
holding them both together in one overstuffed hand and gliding his aching
glans along Vinnie's rock-hard length.  Generous amounts of pre-cum oozed
from both their cockslits, creating natural lubrication for a friendly dick
fuck.

"Aw, fuck, Carmine!" Vince panted.  "What de fuck are you doin' to me?
This ain't.....we shouldn't.....can't be really happenin'....gotta
stop....gotta stop this shit!"  But for all his feeble protesting, Vinnie
did nothing to push Carmine away.

Carmine's hot breath washed over Vincent's face.  "No stoppin' now, Vinnie.
You're all horned up and wantin' ta get off jus' as much as me.  And I'm
just gettin' goin', man."

Before Vince knew what was happening, Carmine had hoisted himself up to
straddle his loins and was lowering his chiseled ass right onto Vincent's
big, flared cockhead!  Carmine reached behind him to grab the fat cock in
his fist and rubbed it along the hard, smooth cheeks of his ass.  Vince
tried to open his mouth to object, but the words seemed to just stick in
his throat, especially when Carmine slid the leaking tool along his
hair-lined crack.  Pressing it tight against his steamy trench, the pretty
boy Italian began to ride along the swollen length of Vinnie-meat.

"Oh yeah, Vinnie-buddy, you gonna drill me with that nice big cock o'
yours," he said breathlessly.  "I wanna feel ev'ry inch of that fuckin' man
meat up my hot hole, rammin' the fuck outa me, plowin' my tight muscle.
I'm gonna fuck you layin' right there on your back and it's gonna feel so
fuckin' good, Vinnie, so fuckin' good!  I'm gonna make you cum like you
ain't never cum before, drainin' your big man balls up in my hairy asshole,
fillin' my guts up with your hot, white cum!  Oh, yeah, Vinnie, it's gonna'
be so fuckin' good!"  Sweat was flowing down his long, wide back and making
his shit ditch nice and wet.  The thick, veiny cock in his hands throbbed
meanly against his spine as the man-sweat washed over its excited length,
mixing with the free-flowing ball juice to make a slick fuck tool.  His own
cock arced out in front of him, thick ropes of jizz dangling from the fat
head and dropping down to create a sticky pool on Vincent's tight
abdominals.

Vinnie was breathing real heavy and an angry expression washed over his
handsome face.  Gritting his teeth, he reached down to take hold of his fat
cock and aimed the head right at Carmine's tight pucker.  "Hold that fucker
open," he snarled.  "You want this cock, you're gonna get it, you queer
bastard!"

Carmine's hands immediatley went to his buttocks and spread them as far as
humanly possible, his sweaty manhole gaping open invitingly.  With a pained
"AARRRRGGGGHHHHHH", Vincent thrust his hips upward and buried the huge head
and three inches of his mammoth meat inside his future-brother-in-law's
ass.  Carmine groaned pleasurably as his ass ring was breached by thick,
manly cock.  He opened wide, coaxing Vince to drive inch after inch deeper
and deeper into him.  The monster prick was rubbing against his prostate
and prompting his seven incher to do a dance of delight.  Unable to stand
any more of the tease, Carmine allowed his weight to drop onto Vince's
loins and buried the cock up to the hilt in his hungry hole.  They both
moaned in unison, their heads thrown back and mouths agape.  With his
man-trench packed solid, Carmine began to move, riding up and down on the
huge stiffer throbbing away in his guts.  Vinnie was thrashing around on
the lounge, grabbing the edges of the seat in his big hands and tossing his
head from side to side at the never-before-felt sensations of such a tight,
hot fuckhole.

Leaning back to support his weight on his hands, Carmine continued to hump
his sweltering innards with Vince's strong cocktube.  Steamy heat from his
ass poured all over the thick rod, making it pulse wildly deep inside him.
Raising himself almost all the way off, he allowed his ass ring to gobble
at the ridge of the bulbous crown before sliding his lips down the meaty
shaft until he'd reached the base and felt those bawdy ballbags tapping at
his buns.  Vinnie was totally turned on by the incredible tickling friction
of the fine hairs surrounding Carmine's asshole against his sensitive rod
with each deep penetration.  Almost without thinking, he placed his big
man's hands on Carmine's bulging thighs and began to massage the straining
muscles.  Carmine propped himself up by only one hand, bringing the other
around to take hold of his leaking meat and flog it mercilessly.  He knew
now that he had never---ever---had a REAL man up his ass before and
couldn't wait until he'd rolled over onto his back and had Vinnie up on top
of him driving away, plunging into new and undiscovered depths.

"YO, WHA'S THIS SHIT?  YOU MISERABLE FUCKS ARE STARTIN' THE PRE-GAME SHOW
WIT'OUT THE BEST MAN?"

The unexpected interruption froze both rutting studs in mid-fuck.  They
both whipped their heads towards the sound of the deep, loud voice and saw
Angelo standing there pulling off the crumpled white T-shirt he'd slept in
and stepping out of his cotton boxers.  His fat hog sprang up in
instantaneous erection, attesting to the fact that he wasn't quite as
hungover from the night of partying as the other guys had originally
thought.  A thin smile played across Carmine's face as he saw the reaction
he and Vinnie were having on the fine-looking Sicililan stud's package and
he began to rotate his ass again on the thick pole wedged way up there
inside of him as he scoped the other guy out from head to toe.

Angelo was a few months older than Vinnie, but every bit as macho and
manly.  His dark hair was buzz-cut close to his scalp, complimenting his
round baby-face.  Those wide brown eyes of his always seemed to be
mischeviously sparkling, as they were right now watching the action on the
sweaty lounge.  A day's growth of charcoal beard darkened his jaw, matching
the coat of hair that covered his torso.  Angelo wasn't popping musculature
like the other two men---his wife of seven years and their three kids left
little time for toning workouts at the gym---but he was solidly built and
strong as an ox.  Carmine licked his lips as he checked out the thick shaft
rising from Angelo's hairy groin, all corded with muscles and heavy winding
veins, every bit as large as Vinnie's pleasing piece.  Hung bull's balls
swung back and forth between his meaty thighs as he approached them, one
large hand carelessly caressing his rock-hard dick.

"Thoughtchoo gave up cock suckin' when you got married, Carmine," he
addressed the goateed fuckee, reaching out to tweak one of the beefcake's
stiff nipples between his thick thumb and index finger.  "Wished Ida know'd
you was still takin' care-a yer old gang.  Ida had you teach my old lady
how to give a man head; she can't suck for nuthin'.  Didja know pretty boy
here was suckin' my dick up till I was about nineteen, Vinnie?  Pretty
fuckin' good, ain't he?"

When Vinnie didn't automatically respond, Carmine tensed his strong anal
muscles and squeezed the manly man's buried beefstick.  "AH,
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," Vinnie moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and
throwing his head back against the cushion.

"Fuck it, I gotta me some of this," Angelo muttered and stepped up onto the
lounge.  He stood directly over Vinnie's writhing body facing Carmine and
thrust his big package out towards his face.  "Come on, bitch, suck me off
like ya used to do!"  In less than a heartbeat, Carmine latched onto the
fat, jutting prong.  He slid his wet, pooched-out lips over the dripping
snout, locking them under the swollen flanged rim, and swirled his tongue
around the heated cockhead gathering up every drop of precum.  His even
white teeth nibbled at the undersize of the big man's sensitive ridge as he
dragged his mouth muscle along the deep clefted piss-slit, producing
another wave of goo.

"Fuck yeah, you ain't lost it Carmine, you can still suck cock better than
any cunt I ever knew, buddy."  His hands were on his hips now, which had
begun to move in little fucking motions driving his heavy rod deeper
between Carmine's sweet lips.  "Come on, pretty boy, take it all!  Suck
that fuckin' dick with your pretty mouth.  Swallow that whole fuckin' dick!
OH YEAH!"  It seemed like he'd suddenly been enveloped in a sinkhole when
Carmine opened his throat wide and swallowed down all eight big, horny
inches.

Vince had witnessed the devouring from his vantage point below.  He
couldn't tear his eyes away from between Angelo's hairy legs, standing to
either side of him, where Vinnie could plainly enjoy the sloppy cocksucking
scene.  Carmine's lips were stretched impossibly wide to accomodate the
huge girth, wider even than Vinnie's.  That fat, vein-covered cock was
buried so damned deep in the prized cocksucker's mouth that Vinnie thought
Carmine should be choking on it.  Saliva was leaking out of the corners of
the guy's mouth and there were all sorts of strangled groans coming from
way down in his perfectly developed chest.  Taking Carmine by the hips,
Vinnie pulled him back down onto his pulsing shaft and started thrusting in
and out of the hot man hole with a renewed vigor.  Angelo slid his
steely-hard mantool out of Carmine's throat just until the rim of his knob
threatened to pass over the goateed stud's upper lip and then, taking hold
of the back of the other man's head, began plunging his married man's cock
in and out of the wide-open mouth.  Carmine sucked and swallowed, reveling
in the manly flavors liberally flooding his senses.  The baseball-sized
cockhead repeatedly dove down his throat, the gorged veins along the mighty
shaft gliding over his lips and along his tongue as it made its almost
brutal descent.  The cock in his ass was ramming up into him and
introducing Carmine to places he didn't even know he had.  He was going
cock crazy with his sister's future husband and his former childhood friend
stuffing him from both ends.

The three men were huffing and puffing and sweating up a storm under the
hot August sun.  Droplets of sweat were flying everywhere.  Their bodies
were loudly slapping together.  Deep, manly moans and groans of sex-pig
ecstasy grew louder and more frantic.  His mat of dark chest chair was
plastered against Angelo's dark skin, water freely flowing down his
masculine torso to encircle the base of his trunk-like cock and
more-than-adequately moisten Carmine's stuffed lips.  Mansweat from both of
them was literally washing down over Vincent's body, as he thrusted about
beneath them.  Carmine's rubber band was totally relaxed, his hole gaping
wide open and allowing Vince to fuck him without restraint.  Watching his
best buddy getting eaten alive by Carmine was driving Vinnie absolutely
nuts and gave him the stamina to keep up his energetic pace.  Angelo's big
hairy bubble butt was directly over him and spraying his face with hot
sweat every time he slammed into Carmine's slutty mouth.  Vinnie and Angelo
had been naked around each other on numerous occasions over the years,
primarily in the locker room after a session of basketball, but they'd
never really paid much attention to the other's physical attributes---they
were straight men, after all!  This, however, was an entirely different set
of circumstances entirely.  Vinnie couldn't help but be turned on by the
way his buddy's meaty thighs tensed and his round booty dimped as he
roughly fucked the hell out of Carmine's throat.  Every time he yanked his
slippery beefstick away from Carmine, the hairy cleft of his ass parted
just enough for Vinnie to see the bigger man's pink bunghole.  For some
inexplicable reason, it drove Vinnie wild with lust and enticed him to
pound even more frantically up into the splayed asshole hovering over his
groin.

"You like my ass, Vinnie-boy?" Angelo was looking over his strong shoulder
down into Vinnie's sex-glazed face.  Vinnie opened his mouth to offer up
some kind of defense, but Angelo cut him right off.  "Don' even try to deny
it, bud.  I see you checkin' out my package.  Bangin' ole Carmine's
shitter's got you hot for manhole, don't it?  Ya want a closer look?"

Before Vinnie knew what was happening, Angelo squatted down so that his big
hairy butt was mere inches from Vince's face.  The big stud was holding
onto Carmine's head for support, keeping him locked between his widely
spread, straining thighs and allowing the crazy cocksucker to take over all
the work for a little while.  Dragging Carmine forward had changed a slight
shift in positioning, which allowed Vince's big mandick to massage his
prostrate from a new and more interesting angle.  Vinnie involuntarily
inhaled the musky maleness of Angelo's bubbled ass thrust out right there
in front of him.  There was no avoiding the abundant sweat raining down
from his hairy body all over Vincent's face.  Several slick drops washed
onto his lips and Vinnie secretly slid out his tongue to taste the other
man's sweat.  His thick dick swelled even larger in Carmine's grasping
fuckhole and he feared he might pop his nut at any moment.

"Go on, you fuck!" Angelo ordered.  "Eat my fuckin' hole!  It ain't gonna
make you queer; jus' preten' its pussy and dig your tongue up in there!
Come on, Vinnie!  FUCKIN' DO IT!"

Vince's breathing had reached a panting crescendo and all sense of
self-control became lost in his fevered sexual pitch.  Slapping the palms
of his hands on Angelo's twin melons, he yanked the hairy globes apart and
plunged his face headlong into the sweaty, slimy trench.  It didn't smell
like pussy, it didn't feel like pussy, and it sure as hell didn't taste
like pussy, but Vinnie treated Angelo's shitter as if it was the juiciest
pussy he'd ever had the pleasure of eating.  With long swipes. he ran his
tongue up and down along the tangy crevice, thoroughly soaking it with his
rabid spittle.  There was a continuous low, masculine groan coming from his
throat as he slurped up all of Angelo's funky ass-juices.

"YEAH, VINNIE-BABY, THA'S IT, OH MAN, THA'S IT!"  He hooked a thumb in the
corner of Carmine's mouth and yanked the buffed stud off his joint,
speaking now directly to him.  "You know how long I wanted to get my best
buddy to eat my fuckin' hole?  Longer than you been waitin' to get back at
my dick, you sloppy cocksucker you!  I'd sure like for that sleazy cunt
wife of yours to see you right now enjoyin' all this hot fuckin' dick."  He
was holding his rigid meat at the base, rotating it temptingly in front of
Carmine's begging lips.  "Didja know I fucked her a week before you married
the bitch...titty-fucked her, that is.  Shot my load all over her face,
too.  Bitch prob'ly wiped it off and went to play kissy-face wit' you, but
you couldn't even tell cos you probably just got done suckin' some queer
bastard off."  He spat a wad of gooey phlegm at Carmine, who took it full
in his mouth and then dove ball's deep back down on the oozing python
coiled in front of him, the same serpent which had once violated his bride.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH," Angelo exclaimed, throwing back his
head and grinding his ass down on Vinnie's face.

Thankfully, at about the same time he'd begun eating butt, Vinnie had
ceased pounding Carmine's hole or he would have definitely shot his wad
hearing Angelo's wicked revelation.  Of course, being Ang's best friend
Vinnie had already known about his tryst with Teresa, but hearing him tell
the whore's husband while the poor bastard was feasting on his dick was a
definite ball-churner.  For a fleeting moment, Vinnie wondered if Angelo
had knocked the socks to his Carla---and then settled in to eating the
truth out of him.  With his nose buried in the pungent crack, he
concentrated on licking around Angelo's swollen asslips.  Probing at the
wrinkled folds of flesh with the tip of his tongue, Vince was dutifully
rewarded when the hot manhole pulsed open, its ruby-red lips distended
outwards and quivering expectantly.  Vinnie shoved his fat, wet tongue deep
into the wide-open hole and rapidly flicked it around the tasty walls of
the steamy chasm.

"AH, YEAH, VINNIE!  FUCK YEAH!  TONGUE MY FUCKIN' HOLE!" Angelo bellowed
loudly.  Vinnie went to town slapping, sucking, slurping, poking and
probing---searching like the dickins for Angelo's sensitive prostate which
seemed just out of reach of his long tongue.  But he had a hell of a lot of
fun digging for it with his stubbled overnight-beard raking up against
Ang's big, tight and sweaty man's ass.

The double treat of Carmine deep-throating his monster and Vinnie tongueing
his shit-trench was becoming too overwhelming for macho Angelo, who didn't
want to pop his nut just yet.  Hoisting himself up, he stepped off the
lounge with his big tool swinging in front of him and turned to look at
Vinnie, whose cock was still wedged up inside of Carmine but looking
somewhat dumbfounded---or possibly disappointed?---by the sudden
disentanglement.  Angelo's massive, veiny tool bulged even larger as he
observed his wet ass juices all over Vinnie's good-lookin' face.

"Wassamaddawit'chu Vinnie, eaten out a guys ass?  You want for people in
the neigborhood to think you a queer or somethin'?  Hah?  HAH?" he taunted
as he playfully slapped Vinnie's cheek, all the while wearing a big knowing
grin.  Speechless, Vinnie swallowed hard---and then his attention was
diverted to Carmine, who had begun bouncing up and down on his stiff prick
again.  Carmine's rocket was an angry purple and looked like it was three
seconds from take-off as he impaled himself deeply on Vinnie's dangerous
weapon.

Angelo came up behind Carmine and, grasping Vinnie's spread thighs, pulled
the copulating couple down to the very edge of the sweat-soaked lounge.
Pressing his hairy chest against Carmine's soaked back, he brought his arms
around the chiseled beefcake and held him tight to his body with his face
nuzzled against the side of his neck.  He sucked at Carmine's neck, nipped
at his lobe and plunged his tongue into the cock-hungry whore's ear.
Carmine was sex-moanin' all over the place, and even Vinnie became aware of
his own whimpering as he observed Angelo making hot fuckin' male love to
their longtime friend.  Ang was rolling one of Carmine's big, swollen
nipples between two fingers and had reached down to take the heated stud's
rigid meat in his hand, stroking it slowly and sensuously as he continued
to suck on his ear.

"You wanna get fucked by the both of us, baby?" he whispered hotly, sending
warm rushes of exhilaration through Carmine's overheated body.  "Ever have
two big, hard cocks up your ass at the same time, slut?"

"No," Carmine sighed, then quickly added, "but, yeah...YEAH!! DO IT!! FUCK
ME WIT TWO FAT PRICKS!!!"

Angelo cupped Carmine's tight ass in both hands and lifted him almost all
the way off Vince's burning hot poker.  Sliding his thick throbber flush up
against Vinnie's pulsing tool, he held their cocks together in both his
hands.  Vinnie could feel the heat radiating from Angelo's massive joint
along the underside of his own jutting prong and the weight of the stud's
heavy nutsac nuzzling up against his hairy orbs.  Their equally fat
mushroomed cockheads kissed, oozing mansnot profusely leaking from their
thick slits and washing together down the long lengths of hot Sicilian man
meat.  An aggressive Angelo fucked his tubestick along Vinnie's wet member,
thoroughly enjoying the feel of his best buddy's cock working up against
his thick, meaty dong.  Grasping just under the defined ridge of their
blood-engorged helmets, he directed the twin cockpoles to Carmine's yawning
manhole.  The warm, mushy lips of Carmine's ass were quivering with a
mixture of fear and anticipation as the invading muscles pushed slowly into
him, splitting his hole so fuckin' wide Carm fleetingly wondered how he'd
ever manage to take a normal shit again.

Both sexy Italian studs worked in unison, their two fat cocks merged into
one, as they forced formidable inch after formidable inch farther and
deeper up Carmine's wrecked rectum.  Short, high-pitched cries escaped
Carmine's drooling lips as his entire channel was stretched impossibly wide
by the invading rock-hard pricks, but he made no attempt to stop the
barbaric assault.  In fact, Carmine assisted the two fuckers by squatting
even lower onto their penetrating organs.  Throbbing rippled veins and warm
arching curves slid through his mushy membranes, pushing aside all
obstructions making way for sixteen-plus inches of glorious straight cock.

"AARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Carmine released a deep,
gravelly cry when the menacing tools hit rock bottom and began pulsing
against each other way up in his guts.  With eyes squeezed tightly shut and
lips spread in a tight grimace of pleasure/pain, Carmine threw his
soaking-wet head back against one of Angelo's strong, rounded shoulders,
rolling it from side to side.  Totally embedded in the ultra-tight chute
along with Vinnie's thick sausage, Angelo brought his big, hairy arms
around Carmine, holding him close, and locked his lips onto the gyrating
stud's exposed throat.  His thick fingers sought out the buffed man's
protruding nipples and roughly kneaded them as he chewed and sucked on
Carmine's smooth neck, creating the beginnings of what would prove to be an
ugly telltale purple welt.  Teresa would certainly notice it, she might
even raise a little hell, but Angelo knew in the long run she could give
two shits what Carmine, her husband, did.  He was one of the few who knew
that Sammy "The Foot" Gagliano was bangin' the fuck out of Teresa on a
somewhat regular basis.  Sammy was an ugly sonofabitch with one glass eye,
but the legendary size of his appendage which had prompted his surname, was
all that mattered to chubby Teresa.  Hell, she was no fuckin' prize either
so the two of 'em deserved each other---at least in Angelo's book they did.

Handsome Vinnie, meanwhile, was swept away by his raging hormones.  Never
in his life would he have expected to be "getting it on" with two guys he'd
known most of his life---especially Angelo!  Carmine he could understand;
no real man spent so much of his time getting manicures, pedicures, body
waxing and practically living at the gym to build up a flawlessly sculpted
physique the way Carmine did.  But Angelo was nothing like that!  Hell, he
was more of a macho man than Vinnie was!  That's why it shocked, and at the
same time curiously aroused Vinnie, to see Ang fondling, fucking and---HOLY
SHIT!!---now even swapping spit with the nympho stud who would, in a few
hours, become Vinnie's brother-in-law.  All these years Angelo had
represented the brother he'd never had but, despite their close comraderie,
he'd never told Vinnie of his obvious male lust.  In a few short minutes
Vinnie had surmised that his best buddy was a sex hound who would fuck
anything with a warm, open hole.

"EY, VINNIE!" the big guy had his stubbly chin rested on Carmine's shoulder
and was looking down at the groom-to-be.  "Whatsamadda wit' you?  You got
your dick up the hottest hole in this fuckin' county and you're just laying
there like a fuckin' stiff!  Ain't we always done everything together?  Get
your ass movin' and help me fuck the shit outa this prime piece of
man-pussy!"

Vinnie's ass was right at the edge of the lounge, his muscular legs
stretched wide and feet planted on the manicured lawn.  (Sometime later,
reflecting on the moment, he wondered how the goddamn thing had kept from
flipping over with so much action going on at one end.)  Grabbing Carmine
by the sides of his tight, trim waist, Vinnie brought himself up to a
sitting position which caused his big cock to suddenly shift in the
super-tight asshole.  Supporting himself now on the edge of the seat by the
heel of his palms, Vinnie began stabbing his ripe meat into Carmine's warm,
sloshy guts.  Angelo started moving, too, but with longer and more
deliberate fucking motions.  His fat pork sword glided along Vinnie's thick
cum vein as he evacuated the steamy hole and then quickly stuffed every
ass-splitting inch back in---driving all three of them crazy with
ball-busting desire.  Carmine's straining cock was trapped between his and
Vinnie's bodies, his balls were drawn up tight to his body and there was a
steady flow of pre-cum leaking all over Vincent's flat belly.

Both men bulldozed the willing fuckhole with increasing fury, their aching
cocks deeply plowing into the highly pleasurable manpit.  Each rutting stud
groaned a little bit louder when his swollen cockhead touched the bulbous
knob of his buddy way up there in the farthest recesses of Carmine's bawdy
hole.  Vinnie wasn't exactly sure which felt better: the gripping tightness
of Carm's tender cunt or the throbbing thickness of Angelo's deadly dick
gliding along his slippery rod.  They fucked him alternately---one dick in,
one dick out.  They fucked him simultaneously---both gargantuan weapons
buried to the hilt.  They fucked fast; they fucked slow.  They teased; they
pleased; they tortured; they loved.  Carmine, on the ultimate sex high, for
once didn't care that he was a sweaty, disheveled mess.  In fact, the other
two men had never before found him to be quite so desirable as he was in
the throes of double-dutch asshole penetration.

All three of them were panting, moaning and sweating like pigs, their
bodies slapping against each other wetly.  Vinnie opened his eyes after one
particularly satisfying wave of dick sensations to find himself looking
directly into the dark irises of Angelo.  Neither sought to break the long,
smoldering sexual gaze.  Vinnie absently swiped his tongue along his
sweat-slickened lips and Angelo dove right in.  One big arm hooked around
Carmine, burying the goateed stud's face in his rank sweaty pit, grasped
Vinnie by the back of his head and planted his thick open lips directly
over his mouth.  His heavy, swollen tongue forced Vincent's lips apart and
stuffed itself into his mouth, smearing mouth juices all over the other
guy's palate.  Vinnie automatically responded, one hand clutching and
rubbing the sexy-feeling buzzed stubble of Angelo's scalp while he noisily
and sloppily sucked face with the hairy Italian.  Groaning hungrily, he
throughly enjoyed the brand new raunchy sensation of a man's kiss as they
fought for domination, not only in Carmine's fuckhole, but in each other's
mouths.  Both their cocks jumped excitedly in the wide, gaping manhole as
their hands began randily exploring the dangerous curve of each other's
strong, hard male flesh for the very first time.

Sandwiched in between the horndog straight guys, Carmine couldn't hold off
any longer.  With one hairy chest pressed tight against his back, another
thick chest pressed against his contoured pecs, both their blood-engorged
horsecocks jouncing around in his sweaty box and now---seeing them going at
each other like long-lost lovers---it was all too much for him.  His entire
body shuddered and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy as
his beautiful dickhead shot thick ropes of molten cocksnot all over
Vincent's bare torso.  With each riveting orgasm, his asshole clamped down
and tightened over the plunging roots, bringing them closer and closer to
release.  Carmine remained tensed and bucking until the final dewdrop
collected on his large, purplish dickhead and then he just collapsed back
against Angelo.

Ang pulled his fleshy pole out from the well-fucked hole with a sloshy
popping sound and lifted the stud up and off of Vinnie's healthy, straining
meat.  Vinnie abandoned the lounge, allowing Carmine to lay full back on
the cushion while the two of them stood to either side of him, rapidly
flogging their angry cocks.  Carmine's head moved from side to side, gazing
into one pulsing piss-hole and then the other, wondering which would open
its fleshy lips first and shower him with tasty man-juice.  The horny slut
lifted his legs, pulling his knees in close and, as if he hadn't already
had enough, thrust three long fingers into his lusty box and brutally
shoved them in and out.

Vinnie's mouth fell open and a long, deep manly moan vibrated through his
vocal chords.  His pulse quickened, his breathing grew short and heavy; he
felt as though his legs would buckle from under him.  Throwing back his
head and thrusting his pelvis forward, he blew a fantastically huge load of
thick, creamy cum straight up and over Carmine's body which splashed
dead-on to Angelo's fisted cock.  "AW, YEAH!" Angelo bellowed as his
buddy's cum slickened his poker hot tool and set him right off.  Angelo's
big nuts tightened up against his body and a jet of ball-juice exploded
from his fat shaft and splattered against Vinnie's rippled abs.  They were
like two endless firehoses, dousing each other's flame with one monstrous,
ball-draining, pent-up load after another.  Dead center in the path of the
splattering rams, Carmine caught the raining residue on his face and
managed to gather a fair amount of delicious straight man fucksauce into
his cocksuckingly tasty mouth.  When Angelo knew he was about to let his
last jet go, he hopped up on the lounge straddling Carmine's face, shoved
his cock between those expert lips and blasted the rest of his scum right
into Carm's feverishly sucking mouth.

"So I fucked up on the broad for the bachelor's party," Angelo grinned up
at Vinnie.  "But wasn't this a whole helluva lot bettah?  Huh, buddy?"  And
then he leaned over to engulf Vinnie's tool in the warmth of his mouth,
sloppily licking and sucking every bit of cum residue from the slowly
deflating slab of man-beef of his best friend.

Carmine spent the better part of the next half hour under the shade of the
patio cleaning up the other two studs with his tongue.  He lapped up every
bit of cum and sweat from their masculine bodies as they lay side by side,
mouth to mouth, hand to tit.  Somehow, best man Angelo managed to get them
all to the church just in the nick of time where, regretably, Vincent
Mancuso wed Carla Porcelli....but gained the best fuckin' brother-in-law a
horny Italian could ever have.

And.....oh yeah, just in case you were wonderin'......Teresa sure as shit
threw Carmine outa the house for close to a week when she got a look at
that huge sex mark on the side of his neck.  Carm was going to check into a
hotel rather than temporarily move back in with his mother, but Angelo
kindly offered the use of the spare bedroom in his house.  And every night,
when he was sure that the Mrs. and all the kiddies were sound asleep,
Angelo crept down to Carmine's bed and kept his asshole sufficiently
stuffed until Vinnie got home from his honeymoon to take over the honors of
bangin' his hot-as-a-firecracker new brother-in-law.