Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2016 02:59:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon Royale <jon_royale@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baldwin & Sons 3: Viva Mexico!

BALDWIN & SONS 3
by Jon Royale
2016

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Lucas was the oddball of the four Baldwin boys.  At fifteen, he wasn't
athletically inclined like his older jock brothers nor was he as outgoing
and adventurous as his younger sibling, Devyn.  He had a very small circle
of friends, computer geeks and bookworms like himself who were tech savvy
but socially awkward.  Out of all her boys Delia Baldwin favored Lucas,
with his intellect and promising future, while dad Miles leaned toward the
more mature sports-absorbed boys.  His brothers had little, if nothing, in
common with the loner and often looked upon him with confusion, although
big bro Trey was his champion whenever he got bullied at school.  No one
messed with Trey, therefore his defense of Lucas gave the younger teen a
sense of hero worship toward the popular school jock.

Although none in the Baldwin gene pool could even be considered
unattractive, Lucas had several differences in appearance from his
wholesome, good-looking siblings.  While their hair was sun-bleached,
almost white-blond, straight and silky, Lucas had a thick almost
unmanageable mop of wavy dark-blond tresses.  Delia had seen to it that the
boy's locks were kept short on the sides and back, allowing the top to
remain in its natural state, which actually gave the teen a stylish look.
Long fingers of thick, wavy hair tumbled over Lucas' forehead nearly
touching the black-framed Harry Potter-ish glasses resting on the bridge of
his nose.  Not clear of complexion like the others, Lucas had dealt with
acne since about the time he reached puberty two years ago.  His cheeks,
chin and forehead were dotted with the annoying blemishes which came and
went at will, resulting in bi-weekly visits to a dermatologist of Delia's
choosing.

His body was lean and wiry, unlike his muscular older brothers who spent
time in the family gym on the lower level of the Baldwin mansion.  Lucas
would much rather have his nose buried in an e-book, flirting with the
latest techno game or working on some new invention.  The few times Trey
had coerced him into a workout had been disastrous; Lucas just had no
inclination for dumbbells, treadmills or cycles.  He did the mandatory
calisthenics during high school gym and participated in the event of the
day---basketball, soccer, volleyball.  Did fairly well, in fact.  But it
wasn't his passion, just a necessity to earn a grade.

He was an intelligent youth, among the top in his class, with more smarts
than all three of his brothers combined.  Although she would never consider
voicing the opinion, Delia figured Lucas to be most like her side of the
family.  The Coolidge's came from a long line of entrepreneurs, dating back
beyond her great-grandfather Cecil, who had founded the lucrative
pharmaceutical company which afforded them the luxuries they enjoyed today.
Miles' lineage was far less impressive.  In fact, the Coolidge's offered
wondered how the Baldwin family had managed their son's tuition to the Ivy
League school where the two had met and, to the Coolidge's dismay, fallen
in love.

Perhaps it was his superior intellect which made Lucas question some of the
recent goings on around the Baldwin homestead while the others, including
his mother, appeared unconcerned.  Delia was a huge supporter of prison
reform so the boy could understand her taking on a parolee to do some work
around the estate.  But allowing him to move in to the mansion, live under
their roof, seemed somewhat extreme.  While everyone else seemed
comfortable with an ex-con taking up residence on the lower floor, Lucas
remained wary.  He simply didn't trust Lombardo.

There was something about the Sicilian's brazen cockiness which unsettled
the boy.  That devilish twinkle in his coal dark eyes and the sly grin on
his macho, handsome face gave the impression that he was secretly amused by
the Baldwin family.  It was as though Lombardo was privy to some secret
which, of course, the rest of them knew nothing about.  To further compound
his worries, Lucas knew for a fact that the handyman was roaming the upper
floors of the mansion late at night even though he'd been expressly
forbidden from venturing above the ground level.  Restless and unable to
sleep, he had gone to the kitchen one evening for a glass of milk.  On the
return to his room, alerted by a scuffling sound, he turned and observed
the ex-con coming down the back staircase.  Pressing himself against the
wall of the hallway so as not to be observed, he watched the man make his
way to the stairwell leading to the lower level, moonlight from the tall
windows illuminating his naked backside.  Lucas dashed up to his own room,
locked the door behind him and barely slept a wink that night, fearful the
con had murdered the rest of the family in their sleep.

Convinced more than ever that the recently released convict was up to
something sinister, and alarmed by his parent's evident lack of concern,
the boy decided to take matters into his own hands.  It proved a cinch for
him to install tiny cameras in strategic places about the house: one at the
top of the stairs which accessed the main body of the house from the lower
level, another along the hallway that stretched across that level and two
in the small bedroom Lombardo occupied.  With a watchful eye on his monitor
Lucas could easily keep track of the sly convict's every move.  He was
desperate to catch the hooligan in the act of some wrong-doing, have the
ammunition with which to prove his claim and extricate the Baldwin family
from his heinous grip.

Arriving home early on this pleasant late summer's day Lucas maneuvered his
bike down the long, wooded drive to the mansion which seemed to suddenly
burst out of the brush.  He had planned to spend the entire day with his
best friend, and fellow tech geek, Ollie, working on a software project.
But Ollie had suddenly taken ill, upchucking his lunch right there in
Lucas' presence, regrettably putting an end to their plan for the day.
Gathering together his materials Lucas left his buddy in the care of the
housekeeper and headed toward home, where he intended to continue his work
solo.  The possible presence of his brothers and father didn't concern
Lucas.  He mostly kept to himself in his own room at the front of the
house; they rarely disturbed him.  Mother, barely home as it was with all
her social and charity functions, was currently off visiting Grandmother in
upstate New York for a few days.

Parked in the circular driveway at the front of the house was a blazing red
truck and trailer embossed with the insignia proudly displaying "Morales &
Son Landscaping".  Lucas chuckled every time he saw it.  There was no
Morales, nor any sons, just a company which hired a bunch of wetbacks to do
the manual work while they pocketed the profits.  Lucas doubted even his
father knew the true structure of Morales & Sons; he, himself, had learned
from doing a bit of internet research.  Regardless of the citizenship of
the workers, they were reliable and did a fine job maintaining the grounds.
The same could be said for Graciela, the four-day-a-week housekeeper and
her brother, Eduardo.  They spoke very little English, nodded and smiled a
lot, and kept the house in tip-top shape.

As he placed the bike in its stand Lucas was unable to detect the sound of
mowers cutting grass.  It seemed a bit early but the crew had evidently
finished that part of the job and was attending to some other maintenance
in the back lawn and pool area.  Just as well.  The sound of whirring
motors wouldn't disturb him up in his room.  Letting himself in through the
front door, he entered the silent foyer, then made his way upstairs and to
the sanctuary of his room.  Unstrapping his back pack he set it to the
floor beside the cluttered computer desk and powered on the laptop, anxious
to continue the project he and Ollie had been working on.

A frown suddenly creased the teen's brow.  Hadn't the house seemed
unusually quiet just now?  Certainly it was possible all three of his
brothers were out somewhere.  Dad was usually around.  But, then again, he
could be out golfing with Mr. Redmond or one of his other friends.  If they
were all absent was he totally alone in the house?  Or was Lombardo
skulking around somewhere?  A chill ran up his spine, making him shiver.
He was certain the ex-con read his distrust.  Home alone with Lombardo
would give the criminal the perfect opportunity to cause some trouble for
Lucas.  It would be his word against this man his family seemed to
champion.  Who would they actually believe?

Slowly Lucas got up out of his swivel chair and crept over to the doorway.
Pushing it shut he engaged the lock and stood there for a moment with ear
to door.  His eyes widened when he thought he heard the sound of a creaking
floorboard.  Swallowing hard he waited.  After a full minute of no other
activity he made up his mind that he'd imagined the whole thing and
returned to his station.  Still, the thought of Lombardo under the same
roof had his nerves on edge.  He just had to know where the ex-con was at
this very minute.

In very short order he manipulated the keyboard and had the stairway
leading down to the lowest level of the house on his screen.  The door was
closed, as it was meant to be, although that didn't necessarily mean the
felon wasn't lurking about the kitchen or family room.  Or outside his very
door.  Lucas shrugged off the thought and changed cams so that he was now
perusing the hallway of that level.  The ground floor of the Baldwin
mansion was comprised of its garage, wine cellar, family gym, utility room
and a small apartment consisting of one room and bath with shower.  It was
there that Lombardo had somehow insinuated himself.  The door to Lombardo's
room was, also, shut.

The swarthy hoodlum could be outdoors, performing whatever chores he'd been
given or, more likely, conversing with the landscaping crew.  The handyman
seemed to have some understanding of their language.  But the only security
camera outdoors was in the pool house, installed years ago when the
structure was erected.  Lucas had never had a reason to access it and
wasn't even sure it worked anymore.  He could trot across the hallway and
peer out the back windows but the thought of unlocking his door and
possibly encountering the sneering demon in the hallway quickly put a halt
to that idea.

The possibility also existed that Lombardo simply was in his tiny room,
hopefully napping.  Lucas could breathe much easier if this was the case.
With a bit of trepidation he worked the keyboard, changing cameras again
and engaging one of the two strategically hidden in the downstairs bedroom.
As the screen came to life Lucas' eyes flared impossibly wide.  With a
sharp intake of breath he nosed closer to the screen, shocked by what he
observed playing out there.  Lombardo was there, brazenly naked, on the
bed.  But he wasn't alone.



With his hand resting on the handle of the sliding glass doors leading out
to the deck which overlooked the back yard of the Baldwin estate sixteen
year old Ryan found himself filled with nervous expectation.  He'd been
watching the landscapers, three of them, for the past twenty minutes as
they serviced the grounds with their mowers, edgers and clippers.  For
years they had come once a week, not always the same three but some
variation or other of manual laborer.  Ryan had never paid much attention
to them before.  But now, standing there like a Prince looking down at his
Kingdom, Ryan couldn't peel his eyes from their straining, sweating bronzed
male bodies.

None of Ryan's buddies, or the cute high school girls who vied for a date
with the dreamy, blond haired, blue eyed stud, would ever suspect his
secret lust for cock.  He was extremely popular at school, an accomplished
athlete who excelled at the position of short stop on the winning school
baseball team.  Ryan's spectacular plays and explosive batting had led the
team to many a victory, making him something of a hero in the eyes of many.
His athletic prowess, combined with decent grades, assured the good looking
boy of scholarship to a college of his choice in the future.  He was a
model of teen perfection, a virtual wet dream come true, solidly built and
rippling with young musculature, with a harem of nubile cheerleader
girlfriends vying to remain in his orbit.  Ryan easily made his way through
the entire cheerleading squad, fucking more than a few of their tight
nubile pussies.  Those too pristine to give it up were easily talked into
some fingering or a bit of oral play.  Ryan was an avid pussy muncher,
bringing the nymphets to orgasm after orgasm with his talented tongue.
Even if he hadn't been so good, just the sight of the wealthy, handsome,
much sought-after jock down between their thighs could have gotten them
off.  Pink lacquered fingertips clawed at his buzzed, white-blond hair as
he went to town, lapping at their labia and nibbling on their clits.

His teammates heralded Ryan for his conquests both on the playing field and
off and shared with him stories of their own.  The hot jock had a great
time with his buddies, joining in on towel slapping and playful grab ass in
the locker room, but longed to inquire if any suffered the same "problem"
as his own.  It was fear of ridicule which kept him from finding out first
hand, instead doing fruitless searches on the internet for an answer.  It
had all started just about the same time he first starting sprouting pubic
hairs: the incessant itch somewhere up in his tight jock ass hole which oft
times nearly drove him crazy.

There was neither rhyme nor reason to it, nothing in particular which set
it off, yet it seemed to come at the most inopportune of times.  He could
be in position on the ball field, batter up and gunning a line drive his
way when he'd feel that twitch begin.  Or he'd be doing some research in
the library quiet zone when his pucker would begin to flutter, causing him
to squirm in the seat.  It even happened at dinner time, with the family
assembled in the big dining area, causing him to rush through his meal so
he could excuse himself to his room where he doffed his jeans and briefs
and rubbed his hole to bring some relief.  Man handling his jock ass always
caused his teen dick to throb to full erection, requiring him to service
both.  Ryan soon learned that shoving a fat finger into his fluttering hole
helped alleviate the dilemma---and also brought him to riotous orgasm!
Before long he'd worked up to three fingers, forming them into a cone to
dig up his boy hole, but still unsuccessful in reaching that itching spot
deep inside.

Increasingly desperate to reach the target he made off to the privacy of
his room with a ripe banana from the fruit basket in the kitchen.  With
shorts and underwear discarded he lay back on the bed, threw his muscular
legs in the air as widely as possible and worked the banana into his hungry
ass.  The more he took the better he felt.  He sighed in relief when the
produce hit the spot and began working it in and out to calm the tickle.
His arm moved faster and faster, literally shoving the banana into his hole
until his cock erupted with blasts of molten semen which splattered down
onto his handsome face.  Caught up in the moment, Ryan gathered up some of
the discharge with his fingers and fed himself, somewhat surprised that the
taste wasn't at all unpleasant.  Even more surprisingly, that dogged itch
was gone!

Fearful that someone would question his sudden hunger for bananas, or
notice the increasingly absent cucumbers and zucchini from the vegetable
bin, Ryan knew he had to find another way to handle his problem.  The
solution came in the form of Coach Kowalski.  Through the big windows
separating the Coach's office from the high school locker room Ryan spied
the bare-assed man preparing to take his own shower after joining the class
in an energetic game of basketball.  All the teens had seen Coach stripped
down before, but this time it held special meaning for Ryan.  Observing
Coach Kowalski's big blocky body, overly hairy chest and fat, heavy prick
Ryan imaged how that man rod would feel spanking his overly sensitive hole.
And sure enough, the twitching of his ass lips and the tickle up inside
began going curiously wild.  Ryan knew what he really needed.

He wasn't gay.  Of that he was certain.  He liked girls.  Liked fucking
girls.  Craved pussy.  And he surely wasn't about to ask Coach Kowalski, or
anyone else who knew him, to help with his situation.  But he had to do
something or he'd go crazy.  Mustering all his courage he biked over to the
nearby strip mall early on a Saturday morning, purchased a ticket and
hopped a bus to a town in the northernmost part of the state.  He wasn't
precisely sure what he would find there.  All he knew was that it was an
industrial town whose home team he'd never played against, thereby securing
his anonymity.  He fidgeted in the seat the entire hour and a half trip
there, the itch growing stronger with each passing mile.  When the bus
finally reached its destination, a garage bordering a strip mall not unlike
the one at home, his hot hole was pulsing with a mind of its own.

Having made no real game plan in advance, Ryan noticed the sign indicating
location of the bathrooms on the outer side of the garage.  Hurrying over,
he let himself in through a screeching door.  His nose instantly wrinkled
at the acrid stench of piss permeating the filthy john but, nevertheless,
he unzipped and added his offering to the puddle of yellow in the clogged
urinal.  Shaking off his teen meat Ryan stepped back and dug his hand into
the rear of his briefs to pat his twitching hole.  Instantly his healthy
teen dick, still hanging loosely from the front of his jeans, began to
react.  Taking hold of his rapidly rising member and rubbing his jock hole
Ryan shuffled over to the lone stall.

It was as dirty and unkempt as the rest of the small rest room.  An attempt
to lock himself in proved futile due to the long-ago broken latch.
Knocking down the cracked toilet seat to cover the shit-splattered bowl
Ryan sat down and stripped off his jeans and briefs.  Spreading his strong,
short stop's thighs wide he lifted them to more easily pat his spasming
hole.  Licking his fingers nicely wet he slipped between the tingling folds
of his itchy asshole and began working them in and out.  With his other
hand he took hold of his throbbing, leaking erection and stroked it.
Looking around he took note of the massive amount of crude graffiti marking
up nearly every square inch of the filthy walls advertising all sorts of
lewd sexual acts.  For some inexplicable reason Ryan found himself further
aroused by these grimy, raunchy surroundings, so far distant from that to
which he was accustomed.  There he was, a wholesome, good-looking wealthy
high school superstar with two-hundred dollar kicks on his feet, half-naked
and pleasuring himself in a foul-smelling, grungy pubic toilet.

The squeal of the outer door caused him to freeze in mid-action.
Breathlessly he waited for the intruder to add his deposit to the urinal
and leave him to his manipulations.  Instead, heavy feet trod directly over
to the stall, halted and the unlocked door was deliberately pushed open.
Ryan's wide blue eyes looked up into the bearded face of the mechanic he'd
seen in the open bay when he'd crossed in front making his way to the
bathrooms.  The boy flushed red, aware that he'd been caught in the act.
Three of his fingers were still lodged up his ass and his other hand had a
stranglehold on his teen cock.

A thin smile played about one corner of the mechanic's hair-lined lips as
he stepped into the tiny cubicle, shutting the door behind him.
Uncertainly, Ryan watched as a grease-stained paw tugged the zipper of his
stained coveralls down to his crotch.  Shrugging free of them Ryan saw the
man was built like a gorilla and just as hairy.  Thick tufts of hair matted
his chest and torso, covered his arms and shoulders and almost certainly
coated his back.  When he dropped his tented boxers the teen saw the man
was hung like an ape as well.  His eyes widened and he began unconsciously
finger fucking his ass again as he watched the stranger stroke himself to
full erection.  The hairy beast had to be every bit as long and wide as the
zucchini he'd fucked himself on the other night!

Wordlessly the man stepped up to him, slapped Ryan's hand away and
positioned his mammoth beast at the horny teen's pouting pink pucker.
Before the boy had a chance to protest he punched the bloated head through
those twitching lips and unerringly sunk well over nine inches of horsecock
into Ryan's clutching chasm.  Ryan's eyes rolled back in his head and he
sighed breathily as, for the first time, he was filled to capacity with
cock.  All the things he'd fucked himself with before couldn't begin to
compare with the real thing.  As the grease monkey began to move his
formidable weapon in and out Ryan found himself unable to control his husky
moans of abject pleasure.  The acrid smell of gasoline emanating from the
man assailed his nostrils, somehow arousing him even further.  And the
wedding ring on his grimy finger comforted the jock knowing that this man,
like him, wasn't really queer.

The hirsute brute reamed him hard, fucked him fast.  In fact, the whole
thing was over with in under five minutes.  The now-sweaty mechanic
bellowed like a bull and his matted body contracted wildly as he dumped his
thick, creamy spunk into Ryan's fucked-out pussy.  Ryan came like never
before, decorating his muscular chest and torso with rich, warm boy cum.
After they had both been entirely spent the hairy beast was yanked out of
his flooded twat and offered to Ryan for cleaning.  Ryan didn't hesitate in
capturing the wet monster in his mouth, tasting his ass juices combined
with pungent cum, licking and sucking on it until the man finally tore it
away.

Not a word was spoken between them.  The mechanic simply stuffed his
deflating cock into his coveralls, zipped them up and left the grungy
bathroom.  Ryan reveled in his after-sex high, scooping up handfuls of his
ball juice and feeding himself.  When he felt the big man's fuckjuice
seeping out of his hole he collected that up, too, and slovenly ate it all.

It wasn't until he had boarded the bus and was on his way back home that
Ryan realized the man's massive valleys of jism had squelched that itch up
inside his ass.  Finally having found a way to better appease the tickle
Ryan began making frequent visits to that out-of-town garage where the big,
grunting ape always seemed willing to take care of him.

When Lombardo first appeared on the estate Ryan recognized a similar mark.
He was excited by the danger Lombardo, an ex-con, presented.  He was dirty,
gritty, a blue-collar worker just like the mechanic, someone who could
really dominate him.  On the playing field Ryan was the superstar, the
hotshot champion.  When he got fucked (and by now Ryan had come to crave
it) he wanted a fucker who could command him, a real working-class Joe who
would ravage his jock hole and hose down his prickle.  Someone who equally
got off on throwing it to a rich, privileged and well-built high school
athlete.

Lombardo read Ryan like a cheap novel.  His very first day on the job he'd
fucked him on the hood of his father's silver Lexus parked in the garage.
And he'd been fucking him ever since.  Ryan seemingly couldn't get enough
of Lombardo, so when the convict nudged him into suggesting to his father
that the handyman become a live-in on the estate Ryan dutifully sold the
idea.  Every time he got the itch the robust youth stole his way down to
the room on the lower level of the mansion, easily coaxing Lombardo to
provide the scratch.  And when he didn't go to Lombardo, Lombardo defied
regulations and came upstairs to him.  With a back yard full of buddies,
team-mates and his girl of the week, all it took was that piercing look of
Lombardo's from across the lawn and Ryan was down on all fours getting
royally plowed behind some shrubbery while his guests frolicked in the
pool.

Now, as Ryan stood before those large glass doors observing the workers
outside he felt the stirrings of that infernal void inside his rectum
return again.  He was stripped to the waist, his husky, well-muscled torso
absorbing delicious heat from the rays of sunlight reflecting through the
transparent doors.  The contrasting flow of chilly air blowing down from an
overhead vent had the nipples on his half-dollar sized areola standing out
like pink candy kisses.  Absently pinching one, Ryan immediately felt the
effect on his randy, teen dick.  Reaching back, he dug his free hand into
the embarrassingly tiny shorts he was almost wearing and toyed with his
twitching pucker.  It was Lombardo who'd suggested he hack off an old pair
of tattered, almost threadbare jeans for the day's display.  If it wasn't
enough that the bottom of his butt cheeks were peeking out, the things were
cut so high up on his bulging, short-stop's thighs that Ryan feared his
nuts would fall free.  But Lombardo insisted it would provide the desired
results.  And from the stirring in the nefarious convict's groin Ryan knew
he was right.

Ryan's baby blues were focused on the Mexican yard workers as he blatantly
fondled himself.  The three toiled away at their menial job mindless of the
fact that they were being so salaciously observed.  The teen had never paid
any attention to the laborers before and might never have if it didn't been
for Lombardo getting in his head, tempting and taunting him.  Now he was
looking at the hired meat from an entirely different perspective.  He
didn't know their names and didn't care to.  They were workmen, probably
dirt poor and sweating under the hot sun so the Baldwin's and other wealthy
families like them could luxuriate in their upper-class utopias.  Most
certainly they resented their employers for their ostentatious advantages.
Behind those wide, toothy smiles and seemingly friendly bobbing of their
heads they wanted to possess some of what the rich gringos had.  Ryan and
those like him stood in the high class system; the migrant workers were at
the opposite end.  And that is precisely what suddenly, with Lombardo's
influence, made them so appealing to the horny teen.

The trio dressed alike, with crumpled loose-fitting tan pants, faded
short-sleeved blue shirts emblazoned with the company's name and worn work
boots.  The tallest of the group appeared to be leaner than the others, who
were somewhat squat and husky, one with a noticeable belly.  Two wore
soiled caps, although Ryan detected tufts of nearly-black hair peeking out
from the rim while the taller one kept his straight, shoulder-length locks
held back by a sun-bleached bandana.  They all had facial hair of some
type, ranging from thin mustache and soul patch to an all-out Van Dyke like
the Baldwin's handyman.  Ryan noticed each had massive arms, probably from
all their manual work, and again felt that twinge of trepidation along with
his enhanced excitement.

Steeling himself he slid open the sliding door and, swallowing hard,
stepped out onto the sun-kissed deck stretching along the entire back of
the second story.  Exuding confidence, although quivering inside, he
sauntered over to the railing and made a show of looking up at the sky.  He
knew what he must look like up there: a buff teen jock with a few scant
inches of denim hugging his hips and two hundred dollar kicks adorning his
feet.  He didn't, couldn't, look at the men below and wasn't certain they'd
even noticed him up there.  Mindless of their presence he strolled to the
stairway and casually began his descent.  Failing to hesitate at the bottom
he purposely traveled over the pavers, skirting the pool and made his way
to the pool house.

Although he couldn't be entirely sure, Ryan's show wasn't lost on the
toiling landscapers.  Esteban, a short but stocky man of obvious Mayan
heritage, noticed the teen coming down the stairs and slapped the sweaty
arm of his co-worker, Jose, a greasy looking Mexican with a little
mustache, tufted soul patch and rounded belly.  They both snickered and
spoke to each other in their native tongue, referencing the rich mariposa
parading himself around for their eyes.  The third man, working the big
riding mower, noticed the other two taking a break from their work.
Bringing the mower to a halt Luis shielded his eyes from the blaring sun
and saw Ryan just as he mounted the one step and entered the pool house,
leaving the door temptingly ajar.  Luis took in the broad, tapered back of
the young man, the thickness of his thighs and the big, powerful ass
jutting out from the bottom of those thin shorts and absently groped his
swampy crotch.  Powering off the mower, he jumped from it and casually, but
purposefully, strode past the two tittering others and headed directly to
the open door of the pool house to accept Ryan's invitation.  Jose and
Esteban's chortles froze in their throat as they watched the longer haired
man's ascent with astonished eyes and then, without further hesitation,
hastily followed.

Once inside the cool confines of the bright pool house with its many large
windows, Ryan slipped out of his jean shorts just as the ever untrustworthy
Lombardo had instructed him.  Throwing himself back on a cushioned wicker
love seat facing the door he scooted down low and lifted his muscular legs,
spreading them wide.  Hooking strong arms under the joints behind his knees
to hold them in place Ryan rendered his peach fuzz lined ass trench wide
open for inspection.  The coolness of the air conditioning tickled his
tender ass lips, causing them to flutter with renewed desire.  Ryan
couldn't resist the urge to trace two beefy fingertips around his lewdly
exposed anal ring.  Toying with those sensitive nerve endings caused his
erect cock to pound against his solid abdomen, depositing a trickle of
clear pre-cum.  His eyelids fluttered dreamily, his pink tongue flicked at
his lips and a husky sigh emanated from his throat.  On the verge of
inserting those same fingers deep inside himself Ryan suddenly froze when
he heard the shuffle of feet.

Luis filled the open doorway.  He stood there on widespread legs, his
coal-dark eyes raking over the nude body of the young athlete splayed out
before him.  Breathlessly, Ryan stared back at the man, uncertain of what
his next move would be.  He was a sinister looking type, cut from the same
cloth as Lombardo, a fact which both thrilled and frightened the hunky
teen.  His face was all sharp angles and high cheekbones.  Long dark,
nearly black, hair was swept back from a high forehead, reaching down to
his shoulder blades and wrapped with a bandana tied around his head.  The
shade of hair matched his eyebrows, those long curled eyelashes framing
inky eyes and the trimmed mustache and goatee above and below his somewhat
cruel lips.  His skin was bronzed, probably from everyday work in the sun,
his entire appearance reminding Ryan of an Indian from some old western
film.

After what seemed an interminably long appraisal from both, the
landscaper's veiny hand cupped the crotch of his grass-stained work pants.
Ryan thought he detected a slight twitch of the man's thin lips.  A smile,
perhaps?  Blood seemed to pound in the boy's temples as the Mexican moved,
worn work boots bringing him closer and closer until he was standing in the
juncture of the jock's spread thighs.  Wordlessly he stared down at Ryan,
his dead black eyes eventually focused on the teen's tiny pink pucker.
Breath caught in the jock's throat when Luis placed his soiled fingertips
on the puffy, tender lips and circled them around.  Spitting Mexican slime
onto the bull's eye he slowly, but steadily, inserted his middle finger as
far as it would go, feeling the tenderness inside.  Retracting it, he added
a second finger and sunk them both through the blonde's ass ring.

It was then that the other two, Esteben and Jose, joined their compatriot
in the pool house.  Suddenly there was all type of animated, good-natured
laughing and conversation, little of which Ryan could comprehend despite
his two years of Spanish study.  Had he understood he would have heard Luis
taunting the other two, telling them how hot and soft the rich boy's pussy
felt.  How the wet hungry lips were gobbling up his fingers.  In short
order they had joined Luis, one to either side of Ryan, their hands running
along his open cleft, rubbing his pink lips and massaging his steamy hole.
Ryan squirmed on the seat, pushing his ass up into the lurid rubdown,
sighing huskily from the heavy manhandling.  Three, four, five, sometimes
six hands were all over his ass, feeling his hard creamy glutes, teasing
his boy labia and sinking into his ravenous twat.  Two pulled the sides of
his ass mouth apart, spreading his hole open so the other could easily
plunge inside.  They separately and simultaneously fucked him with their
digits, their dirt-caked nails plunging deep inside, reaching for that
special hidden spot.  Ryan's hands were all over his muscular chest, his
rock-hard dick and the wrists of the others, guiding them on in their
carnal endeavor.

Jose, the greasy-looking one, said something and the others dissolved into
laughter, slapping him on the arm and apparently making fun of him.
Nevertheless, they seemed to accede by stepping back away from Ryan and
letting the squat, unattractive man have his way.  Jose reminded Ryan of
one of those lazy, heavy-lidded, bleary-eyed Chicanos who might be found
loitering all day in a doorway, bagged bottle in hand, down in the barrio.
The thin mustache above his impossibly thick lips, cheap soul patch under
his chin and day's growth of stubble on his jowls only aided in his unkempt
appearance.  His t-shirt fit tighter than the others due to a hard, rounded
belly attesting to excess in food and spirits. The faded shirt rode high,
exposing hairy flesh beneath and the underarms showed circles of
perspiration stain.

As Ryan fought to control his revulsion the unsavory character dropped to
his knees, turned the bill of his cap to the back on his oily head and dove
face first into the jock's twitching pussy!  Shock registered on the hunky
ballplayer's face as Jose began sloppily lapping at his gash.  Esteben
hooted wildly, as if he was a spectator at a cock fight while Luis stood
there wearing a wolfish grin.  Ryan gaped down between his powerful, parted
thighs with a look of fearfulness marking his youthful features.  Guy sex
outside his social class seemed to have become Ryan's secret passion for
satisfying that craving up his jock twat.  But giving himself up to this
fugly Mexican was definitely a new low!

Movement on the small love seat to both sides of him diverted Ryan's
attention from the tired-eyed taco.  The others had crawled up beside him
on their knees, Esteben to the left and Luis to the right.  Both had
unzipped, freeing their hard, hooded cocks.  Esteben's was, like him, short
but chunky.  Luis', on the other hand, was something a man could really be
proud of.  About eight or so inches of smooth brown man-meat arced upwards
from a coarse thatch of blue-black pubes, its handsome head breaking free
from the silky cowl.  Beneath, his sac hung long and low, as if weighted
down by those egg-shaped nuts encased in their hair-dusted cocoon.  Both
units were so close to his face that Ryan could smell the funky, sweaty sex
scent emanating from them.  Turning one way he was staring Esteben's plump
chubby right in the piss eye, then swiveling to the other he was introduced
to Luis' macho beauty.  While the hot jock stared up at him through lust
hazed eyes Luis traced the boy's thickly generous lower lip with his meaty
cock head.

When Ryan began cock hunting in out-of-town locations his feverish desire
had been to satisfy the incessant itch deep up in his tail.  He'd never
considered giving head to another dude; that was way too queer.  But he
knew how fucking incredible it felt when Sheila, or some of the other
cheerleaders, had wrapped their lips around his meat.  Just a few minutes
in their mouths made him desperate to slip his jock cock into their tight,
warm pussies and fuck like a mad dog.  Regrettably most demurred, leaving
him with an excruciating case of blue balls while they clung to their
virginity.  Taking his high school experiences with him on the road Ryan
resolved to swallow his pride---and some dick---if that's what it took to
get his butt plugged.  It didn't take long for him to get used to a man's
cock in his mouth and, to his surprise, the super jock found that he
actually liked it.

Parting his lips, Ryan stuck out his tongue and teased the plump head with
a few wet flicks before taking it into his mouth.  His pink lips peeled
back the smooth foreskin, allowing him to freely suck on the tasty crown.
His tongue washed over and around it, dragging through and poking into the
fleshy piss slit.  The baseball jock moaned when he tasted the first surge
of fuck juice, something he had long ago acquired an unquenchable hunger
for.  Wrapping his fist around Luis' hard remaining inches, Ryan stroked
while he lapped up the delicious goo.  Luis responded by pushing his hips
forward, thereby gliding his cock head to the back of the boy's mouth.
Ryan ran his tongue along the underside of the smooth, blood engorged rod
and felt its heat radiating throughout his mouth.  Relaxing his throat
muscles he abruptly lunged and fully engulfed the flavorful man meat.
Luis' brown body shuddered when his cock slid down the short stop's
throat. Ryan held him captive there, breathing through his nose and
inhaling the succulent, manly aroma emanating from the landscaper's lush
crotch hair.  With both paws Luis took him by the back of the head and
began moving his big dick in and out of the jock's gaping maw.  Ryan held
himself wide open, submitting his mouth and throat to the attractive
Mexican's face fucking.  Low, dangling balls slapped against the boy's chin
with each deep thrust, their hairs tickling his creamy, unblemished skin.
He adopted a steady rhythm, fucking into the rich boy's throat like it was
some pirjua's pussy.  Ryan drew in his cheeks, applying seductive suction
each time the man pulled from his throat.  He could taste the exquisite
pre-cum oozing from the wet helmet and dragging over his palate.  Ryan
stared up at the goateed man whose head was leaned back on his strong
shoulders and his dark eyes dreamily shut as he fucked his unit in and out
of the boy's succulent mouth.

The handsome athlete would have been content to pleasure the man all day,
but the sudden tapping of another leaking cock at his cheek reminded Ryan
of the other laborer.  Reluctantly releasing Luis' big boy he turned and,
without a thought, enveloped Esteben's chunky monkey.  The stocky man's
prick was not as long as his partner's but, nevertheless, it was a real
mouth full.  About six inches of chunky meat reached just to the back of
Ryan's mouth, giving his throat a break after the battering it had just
taken from Luis.  There was a decidedly tangy, although not unpleasant,
taste to the beaner's bulky prick.  He, too, had a lush and pungent bush
which bristled against Ryan's cute nose.  His head bobbed forward and back,
sucking noisily on the fat shaft as he fucked it with his mouth.  Soon Luis
was tapping at his cheek again, and Ryan hungrily ejected one cock and
engulfed the other.  He swallowed the big cock straight down into his wet,
sucking throat and let Luis take control.  The sinister Mexican gripped
hold of Ryan's short blond hair to hold his head in place and thrust it in
and out of his drooling face hole.  Then it was Esteben's turn to feed his
sweet lips again.  Back and forth they went, giving the hungry jock as much
cock as he could handle.

All the while Jose was chomping down on the teen's ass like it was his last
meal.  He lapped up and down Ryan's smooth, creamy crack with his full, fat
tongue, pausing every now and then to suck and nip on those full, perfect
lips.  He licked, tongue and nursed, growling the entire time, as he worked
the boy's pucker into a nice swollen pout.  Ryan's tortured assring pulsed
opened for him and, seizing the moment, Jose thrust his muscle into the
moist, ruby fuck channel.  Ryan squirmed, moaning around the leaking dick
in his mouth, as his hole was given the treatment it desperately needed.
Although an unkempt, unattractive slob of a man, Jose proved expert at
eating boy pussy.  His fat cow-lips suctioned around Ryan's hot hole while
he plunged inside, slathering his unit around and tickling the teen's mushy
insides.  Ryan wriggled, his muscle reflexively clamping down on the vile
Mexican's intruder, but Jose easily took the challenge, digging his licker
as deep into the spasming ass as he could get.  He swirled his tongue
around inside the hot chasm, zig-zagged and stabbed, all the while noisily
sucking on the kid's pretty hole and coating it with abundant amounts of
saliva.  Losing his last bit of inhibition and forgoing his revulsion of
this man, Ryan's hands locked around the back of Jose's head, knocking the
cap from his head.  Ryan's fingers intertwined in the ass muncher's greasy
hair and held his face firmly up against his butt, desperate for a deeper
probe to relieve the now-rampant itch way up there inside him.

Such relief quickly came in the form of Luis, who withdrew his
saliva-soaked inches from between the boy's sucking lips and stepped off
the sofa.  Kicking off his khakis he stepped around and ordered Jose out of
the way.  The other man looked like he wanted to put up a fight but,
despite the fact he couldn't understand their conversation, it was apparent
to Ryan that Luis was the foreman of this project.  Jose came off his knees
and stripped off his worn t-shirt, revealing a hairy chest with fat sow's
teats and a rotund, although surprisingly firm, belly.  He used the shirt
to wipe his grizzled face of glistening spittle and tasty ass juices.
Luis, meanwhile, stepped right up to home plate and took his stance,
positioning his bat at the target zone.  One corner of his mouth turned up
in a sneer when he observed Ryan's little slot twitch with wanton
expectation.  The jock's fleshy lips trembled when the good looking
Mexican's hot, glossy dick head pressed against them.  Aided by Jose's
slick mouth slop Luis effortlessly slid his handsome shank deep into the
warm recesses of Ryan's teen twat.  Ryan groaned softly, his glistening
eyes locked with Luis' and his mouth stuffed with Esteben's chubby.

Luis threw back his head and sighed when he bottomed out in the boy.
Ryan's jock ass was smooth as the finest silk, but sinfully tight, its
spasming ring-muscle holding his hairy root in a vice-like grip.  Baring
teeth like a caged animal Luis pulled his manhood back, fighting against
the strong suction from within, then rammed his meat back home.  Ryan
whimpered, his jock body quivering with welcome seizures of satisfaction.
Luis was fucking him now, really fucking him, shoving that pulsing shaft of
man meat into his guts with an almost brutal force.  With every powerful
thrust he slapped against that tremulous prickle, causing Ryan to buck his
ass up into the onslaught and thrash about on the cushions.  It was just
what he'd needed, what he always needed.  Ryan used his muscle ass to
squeeze the fuck out of the battering dick every time it yanked out, then
opened himself wide to let it freely plow in again. Luis was relentless, a
real stud drilling his Mexican meat in and out of the tight jock hole.

Not to be left out of the action for long Jose doffed his work pants and
worn boxers and hefted his bulk onto the seat in the position Luis had
recently vacated.  Too consumed with fuck lust to be grossed out by the
unappealing man, Ryan released Esteben's piece and turned to face the
other.  His baby blues flared when he saw it.  Although no bigger than the
dick he'd just abandoned Jose's fat shaft had to be the girth of his
forearm!  A sheet of abundantly thick foreskin still covered its head, even
though the fugly man was in a state of full erection!  A pair of egg-shaped
nuts hung low in a hairy sac which belonged on a bull, not a man.  Ryan's
nostrils wrinkled from the scent of unwashed sex emanating from the beastly
combination.

An impatient Jose thrust his loins toward Ryan, who reflexively grasped the
rod around its hairy base, his fingers failing to meet about its breadth.
He nipped at the ample foreskin with his teeth, trying to peel it back to
expose the crown, but the hefty folds wouldn't give.  Instead, he dug his
tongue into the sweaty casing, retching when he tasted the crumbly goop
gathered there.  As the boy attempted to back off, Jose roughly grabbed him
by his short hair and plunged his burly cock into his mouth.  Ryan choked
and sputtered around the intrusive chorizo but Jose held him by the back of
his head, pumping his thickset piece to the back of the jock's mouth.  As
he stabbed back and forth the fruit-sized head came completely uncased,
depositing precious head cheese into Ryan's straining maw.  Tears formed in
the corners of the teen's eyes as the strong flavor assailed his taste
buds.  With his face so fully cock-stuffed he had little choice but to
swallow, choking as he felt pieces of the gook travel down his throat.  It
was gross, yet at the same time Ryan felt consumed by a wave of raw,
raunchy lust.  Publicly he was a high school superstar, revered by most and
envied by some.  Privately he was a cock pig reveling in class distinction,
first with the greasy mechanic, then with a recently released parolee and
now with three migrant wetbacks.  In actuality large, ugly Jose filled his
personal fuck bill beautifully.  With this in mind, Ryan relaxed his jaw
and held his mouth open, suddenly eager to allow the brute to use him for
his personal pleasure.

Luis failed to miss a beat, burying his beauty from head to balls in Ryan's
ravenous hole.  The teen's pussy spasmed each time the smooth cock glided
over his prostate and touched that even more special spot deep inside.
Luis sawed in and out of the warm ass with strong, deliberate thrusts,
never losing his tempo.  Beginning to perspire from his fuck exertions, the
handsome but forbidding-looking man stripped off his t-shirt, revealing a
nice chest rippled with work-muscle.  His smooth pec mounds were capped
with dark, purplish nipples which stood up hard and erect and his trim
torso tapered down in a perfect V-shape.  All of his power now seemed to be
focused on his hips, which pounded viciously against Ryan's boy pussy,
shooting his cock head straight up the quivering channel and churning his
insides.  The double sensation of being ass and mouth fucked was mind
blowing for the star athlete, who moaned his pleasure around the beastly
dick sliding between his lips.  Esteben, out of the action for the moment,
jerked his stubby while he impatiently waited his turn at the pussy
boy. They were all shouting in their deep, manly voices words like "puto,"
"panocha," and "almeja", making Ryan wish he'd paid more attention in
Spanish class.



Downstairs in the Baldwin mansion, Miles' widened eyes stared at the action
taking place out in the pool house on the laptop monitor in front of him.
He was as naked as his sixteen-year-old son, his hunky daddy body down on
all fours across the bed while that rascal Lombardo leisurely maneuvered
his twelve inch destroyer in and out of his spit-lubed ass.  If he turned
to look over his shoulder he was certain he would see a smirk on the cocky
convict's face, satisfied with himself for forcing father to watch his son
being despoiled by those Mexican laborers.  It was only a one camera point
of view directed from somewhere above the foursome but Miles had a distinct
view of everything going on.  While the well-bodied Latino lunged into the
muscular boy's asshole the other two seemed to be fighting for real estate
in his pretty mouth.  As Miles watched, the ogre finally withdrew an
impossibly fat prick from between Ryan's lips and the other Chicano hastily
stuffed his in its place.  The smaller man rabbit-pumped Ryan's face,
barely giving the kid a chance to breathe before the slovenly one rudely
knocked him out of the way and once more shoved his beast master into the
teen's ravaged mouth.

Indeed, Lombardo was amused by the entire scenario.  His dark eyes were
sparkling with mischief as he smacked his hands on Miles' creamy cheeks and
sunk his vein-gnarled cock deep into the affluent asshole.  The kid, Ryan,
was a real trouper; the way he was taking everything those horny Mexicans
had to give.  When he'd proposed the idea to the boy late the other night
after having royally reamed out his ass while the rest of the family slept,
Ryan had seemed reluctant.  Lombardo had spooned his masculine body up
against Ryan and sunk his fingers into the boy's cum-drenched hole while
nibbling on his ear lobe and baited him with the advantages to seducing the
yard help.  Knowing the husky jock was all about his ass ---and how he
perversely enjoyed fucking outside his class---Lombardo tempted him with
words of encouragement.  As the sneaky convict toyed with his prostate,
making Ryan's body convulse with agonizing ecstasy, the boy relented just
as the villainous handyman knew he would.

The jock had an insatiable need to be fucked and was therefore captivated
by Lombardo and his twelve-inch destroyer, making him easy prey for the
yard bird.  He took great pleasure in despoiling the teen, seeding his
over-privileged fuck hole with filthy convict scum again and again.  Ryan
became easy putty in his calloused hands.  If there had been any doubt
about his (and his cock's) influence over the boy it had been satisfied the
moment he secured a position in the household.  After a particularly heated
session under the gazebo in a far corner of the back yard he'd
oh-so-casually mentioned to the sex hazed boy the convenience of his living
on the estate.  Ryan's eyes flared at the prospect of having the antidote
for his "problem" readily available.  After some coaching by Lombardo Ryan
easily took the bait and presented the idea to his father.  Lombardo could
imagine the argument from Miles until, that is, Ryan followed his cue and
reminded his father how he, Miles, had fucked his own son.  And how
disastrous it would be for the man if the lady of the house were to find
out.  Succumbing to the subtle blackmail Miles relented, sold the idea to
Delia, and Lombardo moved in the next afternoon.

The next phase of Lombardo's current scheme involved calling in a favor
from another parolee, a computer technician who'd befriended him in prison.
Lombardo's own computer skills were sadly lacking.  It took some doing to
sneak the man onto the estate early one evening while the Baldwin's were
out for a family dinner but in a matter of hours a camera had been
installed in the pool house and Lombardo was tutored on accessing it from
the outdated guest room laptop.  It hadn't taken much effort to seduce the
master of the house down to his small, but adequate, room.  Ever since he'd
busted the stud's cherry over a week ago up in his study Miles had become
almost as starved for his cock as his son.  The man made feeble attempts to
resist but Lombardo knew in the end he'd win the macho endurance game.  He
always did.

Up until a few weeks ago Miles was living an easy, uncomplicated life as an
unemployed house husband to one of the wealthiest women in the state.  With
Delia nearly always absent he lived a life of leisure, spending a few hours
a day attending to their investments and managing the household but
otherwise free to do as he pleased.  He rose at whatever hour suited him,
put in a minimum of an hour a day in the downstairs gym keeping himself in
shape and spent the remainder of his time on recreation.  Golf with Red
McCabe, long lunches down at the Country Club and strolling the quaint main
street of their University town with its high end shops and bistros gave
him a reprieve from the mansion.  Otherwise he was ensconced up in his
study, browsing the internet, reading the latest best seller or lounging
poolside, enjoying all that Delia's inheritance afforded him.

All was quietly serene until that rascal Lombardo came into their lives,
causing father to realize perversions about his second-born son---and
himself---he'd never suspected.  His husky jock son with his bevy of cute
teen-aged girlfriends was also a hound for cock.  He had breathlessly
watched through the pool house window as the swarthy Sicilian fucked the
boy's greedy pussy and then, as if entranced, accepted Lombardo's
invitation and stepped into his place.  He could never forget the first
time he sunk his daddy dick into his son's high mounded, muscle butt or the
excited, wondrous look on his handsome son's face as he really took to
fucking him.  All the while Lombardo held him in a tight embrace, his
muscular chest flush with Miles' bare, sweaty back and his huge rod riding
along his spine.  Miles later realized he'd been just as aroused by the
sexy miscreant as he was by the incestuous deed he was performing.  Days
later, when Lombardo appeared in his study in a state of undress with
mischief on his mind Miles was powerless to prevent the inevitable.  He'd
feasted on his incredible cock, reveled in Lombardo's expert ass eating
technique and succumbed to his first fuck.  It had been beyond belief and
suddenly Miles found himself craving the convict's randy dick up his
heretofore straight ass.  Lombardo had successfully made himself
indispensable to the rich boy and, now, his father.

Fraught with mixed emotions Miles grunted as Lombardo's big cock helmet
slipped through his inner sig ring.  The good-looking reprobate was fucking
him nice and slow, with full easy strokes, driving him almost mad with
desire.  Paternal instinct propelled him to call a halt to the taking of
his son by those disreputable characters.  But Lombardo's vein-engorged
cock dragging over his prostate again and again reminded him how decadently
erotic it all was.  It really wasn't as if any of the three was molesting
the boy, not really.  Hadn't he been the one to extend them the invitation?
Ryan was truly in pig heaven, voraciously sucking on one dick, then the
other, while the third, a particularly fine-bodied stud repeatedly plunged
into his jock pussy.

Lombardo dropped down over Miles' broad back, his arms in push-up position
to either side of the man, and whispered tauntingly into his ear, "Looks
like little Ryan is havin' himself a good ole time, don't it, Daddy?"

"You bastard," Miles sighed as Lombardo's prick massaged him from a new
position.  "You set this up, didn't you?"

Lombardo merely chuckled in response as his ass began to rise and fall more
steadily, humping his twelve solid inches into Miles' tight guts.  He could
feel the society moocher shuddering from the inside as his mighty shaft
coursed through the slick fuck channel and manipulated his joy button.
Hunkering up over the blond stud Lombardo began fucking him like a dog, his
hairy thighs squeezed tight against his hips locking him in place.  His
lips played about the nape of Miles' neck with wet licks, subtle sucks and
hot kisses.  Lombardo could be a brutal fucker but he was also a skilled
lover.  Miles responded with fierce passion, twisting his upper body around
to lock the scalawag's head in the crook of his gym-trained arm and pressed
their panting mouths together.  With desperate abandon Miles hungrily
kissed the handyman, titillated by the sensation of his close-cropped Van
Dyke stache and beard against his own smooth face.  Lombardo pressed his
tongue to the back of Miles' mouth and Miles responded in kind, both men
probing deep and sucking hard at the other's working maw.  With a lusty
bellow Miles broke the kiss and redirected his focus to the action taking
place in the pool house while Lombardo nibbled on his lobe, thrust his
slippery tongue into his ear and rhythmically worked his hot rod through
the horny daddy's tight, willing asshole.



Lucas choked when his laptop screen filled with the image of his father,
buck naked down on his forearms and knees with his butt thrust up at the
derelict atop him.  The stunned boy pressed his glasses tightly against the
bridge of his nose and brought his face closer to the screen in disbelief.
But there was no mistaking the fact that his father was trapped under the
hoodlum.  Somehow Lombardo had overpowered the man, dragged him to his room
and was forcibly raping him!  Lucas faltered for a moment, knowing he must
rescue his father, and then reached for his phone.  His shaky fingers were
about to dial 911 when they suddenly froze.  His young mouth went agape
while he observed his manly father bring Lombardo to him for a sloppy,
shared kiss!  There was no coercion here; Miles was a willing participant
in this fornication.

Lucas sat there astonished, his breathing labored, his heart pounding in
his young chest.  What could it all mean?  His handsome, sports-minded
father playing wife to a known criminal?  His dad wasn't homosexual.  He'd
sired four children, for cripe's sake, and had been married to Mom all
these years, sharing the same bed.  Yet there he was, masterfully taking
all Lombardo had to give.  And obviously enjoying it.  This certainly
wasn't his first time engaging in such a shocking act, leaving Lucas to
contemplate when it had all begun.  Aside from the initial jolt the boy
might have more readily accepted his Dad fooling around with another guy,
one of his Club friends or maybe a neighbor, but certainly not a shark like
Lombardo.  And what could it be they were so engaged in on the guest room
laptop?  Was his Dad also into internet porn?

The fifteen-year-old nerd received his second major shock of the day when
he logged into the IP address of the laptop in Lombardo's room.  There he
saw his envied all-star jock brother Ryan taking on the entire landscaping
crew.  Lucas' lower lip quivered as he watched the three Mexican bodies
thrusting against the "golden boy" in what appeared to be the Baldwin pool
house.  Regaining his senses he remembered the two neglected security
cameras in the structure and, logging out of Lombardo's computer, brought
them up.  These cameras were much higher tech than whatever Lombardo was
using and allowed him to zoom in on the decadent action.  Utilizing a split
screen he was able to observe both the guest room and the pool house all at
once.  His mouth gone dry and his glasses fogging Lucas gawked at the
illicit fornicators, almost unaware of the steady rising of the formidable
beast between his own two quivering thighs.



Out in the steamy pool house Luis steadily drilled his weapon into Ryan's
quivering ass while the hunky boy pivoted from one hard cock to the other,
feeding his face with hefty meat.  His youthful prick throbbed against his
tight abs, filling the indentations with heavy seepage of pre-cum.  The
cock invading his tight ass reached that special spot up inside him with
each fevered thrust, causing his husky body to quake with unspeakable
ecstasy.  Luis really was a stud, his bronzed body glistening under a sheen
of sweat as he relentlessly rode the whoreboy to glory.  His big stud prick
sailed through the tight, grasping muscle butt, making the rich kid whimper
around one, the other or, on occasion, both dicks in his greedy mouth.  All
the while they worked him the three landscapers engaged in good-natured
conversation, none of which Ryan was able to comprehend.  They commended
his admirable talents, likening him to the best of the Mexican whores.
Luis teased that the boy's pussy was tighter than Esteben's virgin sister's
cunt with Esteben countering that anything would be tighter than the
barnyard animals Luis probably fucked. Jose wasn't left out of the ribbing.
It was Esteben who joked that Ryan had less hair on his entire body than
Jose's wife did on her upper lip.  They laughed, they cajoled, they hooted
and hollered like spectators at a cock fight, their antics driving the boy
into an even more heightened state of primal lust.

Shoving Esteben out of the way Jose stepped over Ryan.  Now directly facing
him, he held onto the boy's head and shoved his cock back into his mouth.
Ryan choked and sputtered from the rough intrusion of the overly wide uncut
prick.  With a firm hold on him, Jose pumped his beastly member into Ryan's
mouth and back to his throat.  Little tears formed at the edges of Ryan's
widened eyes, the baby blues cast up at the ugly cretin.  He stared up over
the round, protruding belly and the big fleshy man tits with their fat
blunt nipples, all covered with a matt of dark, moist hair into the
unshaven face of the ogre.  Jose's huge, slovenly lips were wet with saliva
and Ryan groaned remembering how great they felt on his jock pussy.
Rocking his abundant hips Jose began fucking his meaty dick faster and
faster into Ryan's warm mouth.  His lips were stretched as wide as possible
to accommodate the fat member and his jaw ached from the effort.  Jose's
big hairy balls, heavy with their load, battered the boy's chin each time
he drove into him.

With Jose's big, hairy ass practically in his face Luis went on pounding
his dick in and out of Ryan's asshole.  His praise of the boy's tight pussy
had the other two desiring a shot at him but Luis wasn't about to give up
his claim.  He shoved his cock deep in the jock's ass, thrilled by the way
the boy's insides opened for him, then tightened around his long rod.
There weren't many whores in the homeland who could take a fuck as well as
this muscular youth.  The harder he humped the hole the more the kid seemed
to like it.  Ryan squeezed his big mounded pecs, tweaked his hardened
nipples and ground his muscle ass up against Luis' hairy groin as if trying
to get even more hard cock.  He was lost in an unending haze of cock lust,
barely aware he was only seconds away from a thunderous release.

A strangled moan suddenly came from deep in the handsome boy's throat.  His
brows furrowed and his nostrils flared.  His sweat slickened body tensed,
then trembled.  Panting heavily around the dick battering his mouth he came
like never before, shooting a blast of pearl white over his heaving pecs.
Another jet targeted Jose's dangling nutsac.  Esteben's stubby fingers
latched onto one of his stiff nipples, twisting and turning it like a dial,
causing yet another eruption from his exploding dick.  Ryan writhed on the
love seat from the vicious force of his orgasm, incoherently bellowing
around Jose's pummeling prick.

The boy's insides quivering and clutching around his buried member became
too much for Luis, triggering his own climax.  Shoving his dick deeply into
Ryan's spasming hole he threw his head back, cried out and flooded Ryan's
pussy with hot, creamy Mexican sperm.  At just about the same time Jose
nutted, blasting tangy cum against Ryan's palate. Having little other
choice the boy chugged the heady stuff down, his tongue washing over the
glans and teasing the gaping slit, coaxing more nectar from its spout.
Left out of the action for too long, Esteben gave up jerking his stubby,
pushed a weakened Jose out of the way and stuffed himself into Ryan's cummy
face hole.  With just a few thrusts he was unleashing his own load, which
Ryan contentedly sucked down.

With a cry of victory Luis went down to the floor, lying there on his back
while regaining his breath.  A trickle of cum oozed from Ryan's fuck slot
as he licked clean first Esteben's, then Jose's slowly deflating cocks.  He
paid special attention to scruffy, slobbish Jose, lavishing the man's
abundant foreskin with his eager tongue.  Jose's big, soup cooler lips
parted in what passed for a smile, telling the boy what a good little cock
sucker he was.  And, for the first time that day, Ryan actually believed he
understood what his favorite Mexican had said.


Propped on hands and toes over the euphoric boy's father Lombardo lunged
downward, spearing his veiny meat between Miles' ample buns with renewed
zeal.  Miles' daddy eyes and mouth were agape as he voyeured on his second
born son being used like a common cum dump by the offensive trio.  It was
deplorable and degrading, yet at the same time Miles was shamefully
aroused.  Steaming cum seeped from Ryan's still-pulsing asshole and dripped
from his succulent, pink lips as he continued nursing on burly Jose.  Then
Luis was rising from the floor.  Motioning Jose out of his way he rudely
grabbed the jock by the back of his head and pulled him toward his semi
hard-on.  To Miles' astonishment his boy's tongue flew over the cockstalk,
lapping up his own ass juices commingled with Luis' spent cum.  At the
ministrations of Ryan's tongue teasing Luis' dick came to life once again
and he began face-fucking the boy.  Like the slut boy he was Ryan grabbed
hold of Luis' pumping hips and took the tool down his throat with every
full-bodied thrust.

It all became too much for Miles, who huskily whimpered fatherly defeat
while Lombardo tirelessly plowed into him, causing powerful waves of lust
to ripple throughout his body.  He could feel his ballsac drawn up tight
against him and felt those all-too-familiar sexual impulses coursing
through every tortured nerve.  Dropping one side of his face against the
bed coverings he pounded his fists against the mattress and sprayed his
load.  Lombardo showed no mercy, fucking him even harder as his dick
continued to convulse under his heaving torso.  His ears perked when he
detected ragged breathing from his tormentor, alerting him to imminent
release from the hellion.  A part of him thought to fight to extricate
himself from the varmint before orgasm.  But a new, inexplicable desire
kept him rooted to the spot, an accepting depository for the ex-con's seed.

Lombardo froze, groaned loudly, then shot a heavy load of cum way up inside
Miles' grasping hole.  His dick throbbed and jerked again, the second blast
even more powerful than the first.  He came again, flooding Miles' bowels
with rich semen.  And again.  Finally he fell atop the man, a dead weight
that brought them both down across the defiled bed.  Miles could feel the
rapid beating of the other man's heart against his bare back.  Almost
tenderly Lombardo ran his calloused hands along Miles' arms and once again
nibbled at his ear lobe.

Glancing at the laptop screen where Ryan was being savagely face fucked by
Luis, he snickered, "Your boy's a real slut for cock, ain't he?  But then,"
he went on, grinding his cock in Miles' hole for added effect, "so's his
father."



Upstairs in his room Lucas watched the action play out, his glass lenses
misty from heavy breathing.  Sweat tricked from his brow.  His mouth had
long ago gone dry.  Inexplicably he was far more aroused observing this
unfathomable phenomenon than he'd ever been from some of those nude girlie
web sites he often chanced upon.  Those splayed-open harlots were not real
to him; this, quite literally, struck closer to home.  It was his father.
And brother.  Engaging in homosexual sex acts.  And apparently enjoying it.

With a wild cry Lucas stripped off his t-shirt, doffed his shorts and
underwear and sunk low in his swivel chair.  Had anyone entered his room
they would have been left breathless by the sight.  The differences between
himself, the other Baldwin boys and their handsome father were also
apparent in his genitals.  It was a fact which Lucas desperately hid for
fear of ridicule.  Since before puberty none of his family had seen him
nude.  In the locker room at school, after the first ridiculing, he kept
his privates hidden behind a towel, taking his shower---when he took one at
all----after the other boys had left the area.  The only other who he'd
made privy to his dilemma was best geek friend Ollie, short for Oliver, who
was really no help at all.  The fat boy wished he had Lucas' "problem."

Throwing a thin leg across one arm of the chair Lucas took hold of his
outrageously proportioned appendage with both hands.  His erection defied
biology with its stupendous length and enormous girth.  A hair over
fourteen astonishing inches rose like a third leg from a heavy, trunk-like
base, its surface covered with twisting, gnarled cords of vein thick as a
finger.  The huge head way atop was the size of an apple, its thick lips
now gaping and leaking teen honey.  It seemed nearly impossible that it
could stand on its own.  Although swaying heavily under its own massive
weight, the freakish protuberance remained frighteningly upright.  A set of
jumbo-sized eggs, over-loaded with teen sperm, nestled in their silken sac
between the juncture of his shaking legs.

Lucas shut his eyes, playing over again in his mind all that he'd
witnessed, opening every now and again to catch what was transpiring
amongst all the players.  His father and that dastardly Lombardo remained
cuddled in the afterglow of their steamy sex.  Miles' eyes were more
interestedly trained on the action still taking place in the pool house,
where Ryan continued to chug on Luis' battering cock.  Lucas could see that
his brother, too, was hard all over again.  It was little surprise to
anyone when chunky Jose took over the hole Luis had recently vacated,
thrusting his pig meat into Ryan's cum-sloppy asshole and contentedly
fucking him.

Lucas squirmed as he flogged his massive, vein-gnarled shaft.  It was
impossible to wrap his hand around the huge prong.  In order to jerk
himself he had to interlace the fingers of one hand with the other and
press thumb to thumb to create a hand pussy.  Lust and envy coupled in the
boy as he took stock of his perfect brother.  Handsome and extremely
popular, he had a well-defined, muscular body and sported a perfectly
proportioned penis.  Lucas would gladly have settled for having a similar
sex organ rather than the embarrassment he was saddled with.  His slot
leaked a veritable stream of clear lubricant, unlike any of the penises he
observed on screen, making even this a source of distress for the
conflicted teen.

One thing for certain, despite its abominable proportions, massaging his
monstrosity certainly felt good.  He enjoyed the way it throbbed and
swelled along his working hands. Those grotesque, rope-like veins pulsated
madly with life-sustaining blood, inciting heightened sensations as he
glided over them.  At the crest he ran his palm over the wet head and paid
special attention to the bundle of nerves comprising the frenulum.  This
always sent pleasurable impulses through his thin body, just as it did when
he tickled that area just beneath his scrotum.  To his thinking, poor Lucas
considered himself a deformed mutant who would never be able to enjoy a
sexual intercourse with another.  But, at the very least, he had become
well versed in pleasuring himself.

Shuddering with carnal excitement, the cyber geek's jaw hung slack, his
tongue lolling out of his parched mouth as he beat his incredible meat
while watching his superstar brother being butt and mouth fucked.  In
another panel of the split screen his father had rolled over onto his back
with Lombardo atop him.  They were heatedly mugging it up like teen-age
lovers in the back seat of a car.  His father's hands were all over the
untrustworthy miscreant while Lombardo grinded himself against Miles,
leading Lucas to surmise they were working up to another round.

It ultimately proved overwhelming for the nerdy teen.  With his hollow
chest heaving and his pulse racing maddeningly, Lucas knew what was coming.
He wanted to stop it, had tried to stop it so many times before, because it
still frightened him.  But there was no terminating the inevitable. While
his entire body quaked violently, Lucas braced himself by digging his heels
into the carpet and jamming his shoulder blades back against the chair.
Gritting his teeth he tossed his head from side to side in seeming agony as
his dick swelled even larger, the veins angry and threatening to burst
through the surface.  With a long, unrestrained and painful groan hot cream
fired from his dick like projectiles from a cannon.  It flew over his head,
thudding loudly against the top of the chair.  Frantic blasts kept coming
while the boy's body went stiff, shuddering uncontrollably from head to
toe.  A ropey blast flew at him, audibly pounding dead center on his
forehead.  Another huge spurt splattered against the right lens of his
glasses, knocking them askew.  Yet another seeded him on the lips.

Lucas kept coming and coming, the final shots painting his scrawny chest
with their heady boy juice.  Hunkered down in the chair he sat there
panting and thoroughly spent.  Gobs of cum dripped from his spectacles and
oozed down his thin face.  Lucas flicked out his tongue, tasting himself on
his lips.  Having long ago decided he liked it he ran his licker around the
fleshy oval, collecting more of his seed for sampling.  It was always like
that with him.  A frightening, yet highly exhilarating, experience.
Afterwards he always felt as though every ounce of energy had been zapped
from him.  After his first time, he had sworn he'd never do it again.  But
he always did.  Again and again.

Dad and Lombardo were at it again, this time with Miles on his back, bent
nearly double while Lombardo fucked into him.  Somewhere during Lucas'
thundering orgasm Luis must have also cum because the able-bodied Mexican
now lounged on one side of the group, priming his dick for a possible third
trip.  Ryan must have cum, too.  He was gathering up his own fuck sauce
from his torso and feeding himself.  Jose's chubby ass cheeks jiggled as he
power fucked the jock, suddenly tensing.  And Lucas knew he was deep
seeding oh-so-perfect Ryan with his wetback babies.  The big lug fell back
on the floor exhausted and Esteben jumped into his spot, quickly shoving
his short-but-fatty into Ryan's ever-ready quim and slamming him like a
rabbit.

Lucas sat up, liquid cum gliding down his body.  The cleanup was always a
hassle.  Disengaging the cameras he stroked a few keys, then let out a sigh
of relief when the screen filled with screen captures of all the Baldwin
action that had transpired that afternoon.  And with a few more key strokes
he accessed his video files, where his father and brother were the stars of
their own all-male adult films.

Lucas relaxed back as he watched a bit of the Super Jock and the Mexicans.
That's what he would title it.  For the first time in a long while a smile
of satisfied contentment brightened the young teen's face.